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sinner-as-saint · 2 years ago

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heartless pt. 2

Incubus!Bucky x Witch!Reader (fantasy au)

Read Part 1 here

Run-through: Introducing your demon boyfriend to your magical community went well. Starting a family with him was even better than you could ever ask for.

Themes: domestic!incubus!bucky, fluff, pregnant!reader, smut, size difference, protective!bucky, HEA, breeding kink, he has wings and a tail,

“Bucky?”

You called out and waited. He was still getting used to his new name so sometimes it took him a while before he replied.

A few moments went by and then he shouted from downstairs, “Yes?”

You smiled and shouted back, “Can you come here please?”

Then as usual, he showed up before you could even blink. As if he stepped out of thin air. “Are you alright, little one? What is it?” He crouched beside the bed, worried as he looked down at you. “Do you need anything?” He asked, reaching out to touch your cheek.

You almost purred at his touch, squirming just a little under the sheets. It was way too early to wake up but surprisingly, Bucky was always up before sunrise. “Yeah,” You said, “You.”

He chuckled. “Insatiable, aren’t you?”

You smiled then lifted the blanket off of the bed, inviting him in, “Come here, it’s so warm in here.” You said.

He sighed before sliding under the covers with you, “How will I ever get any work done if you keep acting like this, huh?” He chided playfully as his broad body settled beside you. You snuggled up to his side immediately, placing your head on his chest.

He could feel the slight bump pressing against his hip and his tail immediately wrapped around your thigh. He smiled and placed his warm hand on it. You placed your hand on top of his and sighed in bliss. Bucky placed a kiss on the top of your head.

Life had been better than ever lately. You and the baby were doing fine and your bump had begun showing now. Bucky had settled in nicely here. At first, he was anxious to go out and meet your friends but it all went so smoothly. People were warm and welcoming to him as they were to you. He even impressed all of them with his strength and speed.

Bucky had even made friends of his own rather quickly - Sam, the dragon shifter and Steve, the gargoyle. The three often hung out all the time and they flew together as they initially bonded over their love for flying.

You were so grateful for everything you had right now. Your little family, your shop where Bucky helped out a lot, the happy future you were going to have together. But mostly, you were grateful for the way Bucky had a chance at a new life here. Thanks to his powers, he was rather well-known and helped around a lot. People grew to adore him quickly. Yes, he also often offered to deliver stuff to the dragon people up on the mountains since he did it faster, but you also knew that he did all that just so he could hang out with Sam more.

On days when he wasn’t needed to be a hero and help people move stuff or deliver things, he was the most perfect stay-at-home partner. He’d walk with you to your shop and help you set up for the day before going back home. You taught him how to bake and often when you’d come home you’d find the house smelling of fresh baked goods.

Bucky was also so, so caring. A complete mother hen at times. He was protective, especially when you began showing. He was always holding your hand, helping you around the house, doing chores, and all. He also only hung out with his friends after making sure you were fed and comfortable, either in bed or sitting by the window with a good book. He was so perfect. Life with him was perfect.

“What are you thinking about, little witch?” He asked, lips brushing against your forehead.

You snuggled closer and answered, “About how much I love you.” You could’ve sworn you felt the way his heart skipped a beat. He wrapped his arms tighter around you and only reminded you of how much you loved the way he was bigger than you were, it made him the most amazing cuddle buddy.

“I love you too, little one.” His voice deepened and you just knew what that meant…

Just moments later, you were pinned to the bed. Wrists trapped in his fist above your head, your legs spread open as he settled in between them and fucked you slowly, passionately while holding your stare. Somehow this soft lovemaking made you lose your mind even more than rough sex did.

The slow and steady slide of him as he moved in and out of you. The way he held your stare, as if waiting or searching for a sign which would tell him you’re in pain or uncomfortable, the way he kissed and caressed each and every inch of you.

Bucky, you had noticed, was always soft with you these days. Especially since your bump began showing. Like he was being extra careful with how he handled your body. Even now as he leaned down to kiss you while he fucked you slowly, he was careful not to press against your belly too much.

“I love you so much,” He murmured into the kiss as his hand slid in between your bodies so he could caress your bump, your thighs, your legs before moving back up to toy with your clit, making your cry out in pleasure.

“Bucky, please…” You moaned, biting down on his soft lip as he sped up.

“I know,” he cooed, “I know, my love,” He whispered against your mouth and made you come in no time.

—

As you reached your due date, Bucky was losing his mind more than you were. He insisted that you stayed at home and that he would manage your shop. Your bump was the biggest it had ever been and needless to say, Bucky was obsessed with it.

You’d often wake up in the middle of the night and find him caressing it, talking to it, kissing it. Often, you’d just fall right back to sleep with his soft voice as a lullaby. But other times, you’d push him onto his back and ride him until the sun rose.

—

The day that changed Bucky’s life forever started out just like any other. He helped you get dressed since it was getting harder for you to do most things with that bump. Then he made sure you were nice and comfy in bed before he left to attend to your shop. And then a whole day went by and something just felt different as he flew home. Like a pinch inside his chest, nothing bad, just different.

When he entered your home, he couldn’t tell what it was that changed but something surely did. The first thing he noticed was that you weren’t in your usual spot by the window in that beloved chair of yours. You weren’t baking either. Your workshop door was shut so that meant that you weren’t in there.

His heart began racing as he went up the stairs as quickly as he could. Please, please, please be okay, please…

He barged into your shared bedroom and his heart dropped. There you were, sitting on the edge of the bed. Cradling a bundle in your arms. When you lifted your head up and smiled at him, he almost teared up.

“What…” He could barely talk. Frozen in place, heart racing still.

“Hi.” You said, looking like you’d been crying. “She came early.” You said, looking down at your daughter.

Bucky was still frozen, “But how did you…”

“Magic. One of the perks of being a witch, you see. It didn’t hurt. It was messy though, but magic helped with that too.” You chuckled, standing up. Bucky moved immediately then. He was right next to you in the blink of an eye, his arm around you.

“I should’ve been here. I shouldn’t have left this morning, I should’ve-,”

“Oh Buck,” You cut his rambling off with a smile and said, “You couldn’t have known. I didn’t even know she’d be here today. It’s alright, I wasn’t in pain.” You assured him. “Now come on, hold your daughter.” You handed the bundle over to him.

Bucky held her carefully and sat down on the edge of the bed, just staring at the little face which stared back at him quietly. She had your hair and your skin but her eyes, they were her father’s eyes. “So beautiful,” Bucky murmured.

You ran your fingers through his hair and smiled to yourself. Watching Bucky just hold your daughter was something you’d never forget. But then he looked up at you, looking all sad and miserable.

“I should’ve been here.” He said again.

You leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. “It’s alright. I’m sure you’ll be here for the next one.”

“Next one?” He sounded pleasantly surprised.

You nodded. “Well, you didn’t think we’d have just one, did you?” You caressed his face, stroking his cheek.

—

Watching Bucky bond with your daughter was simply the best thing in the world. Ever since she learnt how to crawl, she’d follow her father around the house. Bucky was too nervous to take her flying yet but he’d often take her for walks when you were busy with your shop.

And on days when you took her on walks, she would let out the loudest of giggles when you pointed at Bucky soaring in the sky above you. And the funniest part was watching her get all wide-eyed when looking at bats flying, thinking they were her father too.

Bucky was butthurt when your daughter’s first words were ‘mama’. But he then spent weeks trying to get her to say ‘daddy’ instead and the day she did, he was the happiest male ever.

Although he wasn’t the happiest when your daughter began teething because she made it her life’s mission to bite her father’s wings whenever she could. Or the one time your daughter somehow found an injured bat in the yard and brought it in, all teary eyed and held it up to you and said, “Daddy.”

You burst out laughing while Bucky stood there frowning. He picked up your daughter while you healed the bat’s broken wing, and told her, “That thing does not look like daddy. No. Daddy is big and strong. Daddy does not look like that. Daddy has mighty wings.”

But your little one just pouted, tears filling her eyes again as she said, “Daddy,” while pointed at the poor bat.

—

By the time your little one turned three, you were already expecting a second one. And Bucky was beyond happy.

And during your first few months of pregnancy, you found yourself needing Bucky way more than usual. It didn’t matter if it was barely dawn or in the middle of the afternoon.

And one such afternoon, Bucky came home looking extra good. Hair all messed up, sweaty and weaning nothing but dark pants. Wings all flared behind him, probably to cool them down. He stepped into the house panting slightly. Lately he and Sam had been helping their other friend, Steve, build his cabin by the lake.

“There you are,” You said, walking over to him, “I was wondering when you’d get home.” You purposely traced your finger down the edge of his wing and he almost moaned at the sensation. Wings were extremely sensitive.

He smirked, shutting the door behind him. He could already tell where this was going. “How have you been all day?” He asked, kissing your cheek before placing a hand on your slight bump. “Where’s the little demon?”

You chuckled, “She’s at the neighbours’,” You answered, “You know how much she loves playing with the kids.” You stood up on your tiptoes and kissed Bucky’s jaw, “And I have been here all alone all day.”

Bucky’s body leaned into you slightly, his tail sliding under your robe and wrapping around your thigh. “Oh?” He cooed, “How terrible.” He played along, picking you up - still surprising you with his strength even now - and walking up the stairs. “I’m so sorry, my love. I should drop everything and just be at home at all times, catering to your needs.” He teased, making you chuckle. “Fulfilling each one of your fantasies and keeping you satiated at all times, shouldn’t I?”

He placed you down in your bed and hovered above you. His pretty eyes stared into yours, his body pressing deliciously against yours. You couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh Bucky, please. I need you.” You murmured, your fingers already undoing his pants.

Bucky chuckled and kissed you deeply, before kissing down your neck. He also untied your robe, opening the dark fabric so he could look at your bare body. And it took his breath away each time.

You could’ve sworn he growled as he lowered his mouth to your breasts, his tail wrapping and squeezing the other one. “You’re all mine.” He mumbled as he continued kissing down your body. Further down, he leaned spread your legs apart and kissed your inner thighs. He placed both his hands on either one of your knees, settling in between them while looking up at you with nothing but adoration and hunger in his eyes.

“All yours.” You whispered, watching his mouth get closer to your wetness. Your bump hid part of his face but you felt him kissing your bump before bringing his mouth down to where you’d been craving him all day. You squirmed in bed and moaned out loud when you felt his warm tongue lick from your entrance up to your clit.

“Fuck,” He swore, “You taste incredible.”

Your hand immediately flew to his already messy, damp hair, and you grabbed a fistful of it, tugging on it gently as his mouth teased you. His tongue slowly circled around your clit and he earned another moan out of you. As though your senses were heightened, you felt even warmer and tingly as his mouth moved against you.

“Oh, I’ve missed you all day,” You whined and he wrapped his arms around your thighs, spreading you even more as he pulled you closer to his mouth, pressing his face into you, eating you out until you were nothing but a squirming, moaning mess under him.

With a couple more strokes of his tongue, he had you coming undone, gushing out all over his tongue as he lapped up whatever you gave him, making you gasp and moan even louder.

Almost dizzy with pleasure, you felt him kissing his way up your body, leaving warm, wet kisses all over your skin, especially around your bump, until he reached your mouth again. His kiss was gentle. When he pulled away, you finally opened your eyes to stare into his blue ones.

“You are so beautiful like this, all needy and naked beneath me. With your legs spread, just waiting for your man to fuck you,” He whispered, looking deep into your eyes and knowing damn well what his words did to you. With his body hovering above yours he leaned in to kiss along your jaw and down your neck. Absolutely loving the way you squirmed under him. “Looking at you. You must’ve been all wet all day, just thinking about me, hmm? I bet your pretty fingers did a terrible job at satisfying you, didn’t they? My poor, little witch.”

“Oh damn you.” You whined, making him chuckle.

He leaned in for a kiss again as he carefully slid into you, filling you up nicely. He knew he had to be just a little more careful and gentle than usual. Because as much as he was dying to fuck you like an animal, he didn’t want to hurt you.

You whined in pleasure and your back arched off the bed just a little as you felt his thick cock filling you up, all nice and snug inside you. You reminded him a lot of a kitten basking in sunlight and he couldn’t help but push deeper inside you. Wanting to hear more of your whining and moaning.

He laced your fingers together and pinned both your hands above your head as he sped up into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head once he started rocking in and out of you. He leaned in and kissed your lips again, groaning and panting against your lips as he fucked you slowly.

His large wings flared even wider behind him, casting a shadow over the both of you. And there, in the cocoon of shadow and darkness, nothing existed but the two of you. His strong body moved as carefully as he could against you. His movements were gentle, passionate and loving. His hips rolled against your body perfectly, and his body weight pressing down gently on you was comforting. His grip around your hand tightened each time you’d moan.

“I love you,” He whispered, leaning in to kiss you. “I love all of you,” He said, watching you gasp and moan for him. “You’re mine.” he whispered against your lips, rocking in and out of you as he felt you clench around him. “Now come for me.” He whispered, kissing your face.

You couldn’t help but come right there and then. The tenderness, the loving way in which he held you, you couldn’t help but come undone with a breathy moan. Bucky came right after you, gasping and grunting against your open mouth.

“I love you so much,” You whispered, snuggling into him as he finally laid down next to you.

He kissed your temple and said, “I love you more. Now what do you say we take a bath together, then we go get our daughter. I’m sure the little demon is making the neighbours lose their minds.”

You laughed together at the thought of it.

—

This time, as the due date was close, Bucky was prepared. He’d spent the entire week with you leading up to the big day. Steve was the one handling your shop at the time being and he had a long, long list of instructions to get him by. Besides, you and Bucky both knew that the major reason why he offered to help with the shop was because the grumpy gargoyle had his eyes on a pretty mermaid who often visited your shop whenever she was on land. But either way, his help was very much welcomed.

On the day you had your second daughter, Bucky was the most supportive partner one could ask for. He held your hand through it all, even if your magic took away most of the pain and even if your magic cleaned up every mess. He was there with you.

And once he held the new baby in his arms, he teared up just like he did the first time.

—

Watching both your daughters grow up was pure bliss. Being parents to two kids was different but you and Bucky handled it together and you were happier than ever. You eventually had to rebuild your house in order to accommodate new members, but also so that it was easier for Bucky to move around - given his size.

Soon, you had an entirely new home that you spent days decorating and turning it into the cosiest home ever. You also ended up having a much larger workshop because your daughters needed their space too.

Your eldest daughter was naturally drawn to animals and nature, so you’d tell her little things that your mother taught you every day. Teach her about important plants and animals and she’d listen carefully and you just knew that she’d grow up to be even better than you were one day. You’ll never forget the day she casted her first spell perfectly. Both you and Bucky had shed a tear or two while watching her.

“She’s a natural,” You’d whispered to Bucky as you both watched your daughter heal an injured squirrel.

He kissed the top of your head and said, “Of course she is, her mother is the greatest witch I’ve ever known.”

As your kids grew older, they’d often run off to play with your friends’ kids. And often you and Bucky would find yourselves alone at home. Though you did fuck. A lot. You also spent time doing the most mundane things like baking, or teaching him how to make basic potions or jewellery.

That was his favourite thing, playing with crystals and making the most random stuff. Once he’d made you the ugliest bracelet you had ever seen but you didn’t tell him that and still wore it every single day only because he had spent about four hours on it and was very, very proud of it.

—

You and Bucky would often walk around the woods. When the girls came with you, they’d play around gathering random flowers and putting them in their father’s hair while you collected important things you needed for your potions and stuff.

One day, you left for the woods early. The sun was about to rise and it was your favourite time of the day. The woods were foggy, lush and green. The mist was still clinging to every leaf, the animals still asleep.

You began filling your basket with the regular stuff. Berries, herbs, necessary flowers, etc. But then you heard twigs snapping somewhere behind you. You smiled as you turned around and faced nothing but the still fog.

“I know it’s you, Buck.” You said, then got back to collecting your things.

Silence. And then a hand reached out and grabbed you by the elbow, pulling you against a tall, muscular body. You smiled up at him. “Well, well. What do we have here? A witch all alone in the dark woods.” He teased, nuzzling your neck, tickling you until you laughed and tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let you. “Don’t you know big, bad demons roam these woods? Don’t you know they like playing with pretty little witches?”

You bit him on the cheek and then pulled away once you caught him off guard, and ran away laughing. “We can play, demon.” You called out, knowing the woods would absorb most of your voice, “But only if you catch me!”

The fog helped in keeping you hidden as you ran as far away from him as possible, hiding behind trees, trying to contain your laughter. You could hear him growling and hissing behind you.

“I had to tiptoe out of the house so I don’t wake the girls up, and now you’re gonna make me chase you? Huh?” He groaned, sounding miserable. “You’re gonna make me work for it?” But you could hear it in his voice that despite the fog, he was trying to find you.

You chuckled to yourself as you hid behind a tree. But it took him no less than a minute to find you.

“There you are!” He chuckled. “Can’t hide from me, witch,” He pressed your back against the tree and leaned in for a messy, heated kiss. And a few moments later, he was sliding inside of you. Holding you up while fucking into you hard and fast.

You didn’t know what had gotten into him but fuck were you grateful for it. He kissed you, bruising your mouth as he fucked you like an animal. His cock sliding in and out, stretching you as he went. His tall, strong body holding you up and spreading your legs further like you were nothing but just his to fuck.

He murmured against your lips, “Have you been taking your potion?” He asked, referring to the contraceptive one.

You smirked against his parted lips and said, “No,” then let out a moan as he sped up immediately. “Oh, Buck…” You whined and gasped and moaned as he pounded into you. The bark of the tree pressing into your back hurt but you didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want him to ever stop.

He kissed down your chin, biting on your neck. “Does that mean I can fill you up again, little witch? Hmm? Are you gonna carry my child again, my love?” He asked, whispering against your skin as he made you lose your mind.

“Yes,” You cried out. “Yes I will.” You pulled away to look up at him and saw nothing but profound love in his eyes.

“I love you,” He murmured before spilling inside you with a loud grunt which had you coming undone right after him.

And then nine months later, you had twin girls.

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Your family grew, and you often shed happy tears as you watched your girls grow each day. Bucky was the best father they could ask for. He was patient, and kind and mischievous when he wanted to be. And he was the best partner ever.

One time you found him standing in the backyard, watching your daughters as they chased after birds and butterflies near the creak. He wasn’t doing anything, just standing there. Thinking probably.

So you went up to him, hugged him from behind and asked, “What is it?”

He sighed. A happy, content sigh. Then pulled you into his arms properly and said, “I can’t believe this is my life. And I get to live it with you.”

You smiled up at him. “Likewise.”

He smirked, “I’ve been meaning to ask, are we done having kids?”

You laughed. “I don’t know. We’ll see, I suppose.” You looked back at your daughters. Their giggles and laughter and squeals of happiness was the best sound in the world. “I think I want one more.”

Bucky laughed, loudly. “I better get started on building us an even bigger house then.”

You chuckled, “And I can’t wait to watch you build.” You winked, “You know you look good when you lift heavy stuff, all muscly and sweaty.”

He laughed even louder, leaning down to kiss you and you thought, you couldn’t wait to spend every day for centuries upon centuries by his side.

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a/n: read about steve and his mermaid gf here

#demon!bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #marvel

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vaguekiwi · 3 months ago

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Dragon Light

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The King is killed under the cover of night, and Bucky is sent from the castle with one instruction: Protect Prince Steven. Even if it means his life.

The sky was black when the King died.

So Bucky fled with Prince Steven under the cover of a new moon.

Sciath Réalta slept, and the boys ran.

Bucky rode their horses viciously fast, eyes sweeping the road ahead of them as they galloped further and further from the city, his gaze sharp for the slightest indication of a sniper’s arrow or an assassin’s blade.

Protect His Grace, Barnes, even at the expense of your life.

Bucky intended to fulfill that duty to the crown. So he rode until the Prince, with his frail body and slight form, gasped out, “Buck! Buck, I need to stop. We need — I need a break.”

Despite not being the one sprinting, Prince Steven was out of breath. Bucky reined in their horses to the side of the path and let his eyes dart to the sky, trying to tell where they were by the pattern of the night’s stars.

Prince Steven fell listless from his horse and crumpled to sit on the ground, frantically trying to catch his breath. Bucky dismounted more measuredly, dagger unsheathed and gaze still nocked for the slightest hint of danger.

“We’re near Dragon Light, Your Grace.” Bucky said, approaching the Prince and looking skyward again. “Can you make it a bit further? Then we might have a proper rest.”

Prince Steven was small, even for fifteen years of age. He’d been sickly in his youth, and adolescence had done little to aid his growth. He cast his blue eyes up at Bucky with a hand wrapped around his stomach, still panting. He didn’t have to say that he wasn’t ready yet to continue, his exhaustion was etched into his frame.

“Five minutes,” Bucky said shortly, “Then we must continue, My Prince… the fort is not far, I assure you.”

Steven nodded and he turned his face away, and Bucky watched as it twisted up with grief.

Of course. They’d taken their flight just hours ago, yanking the poor prince from his bed and all-but shoving him onto a horse. They’d barely bothered to utter to him what had happened, and now was the first moment — five precious minutes — that Steven had the leisure to grieve the death of his father.

The assassination, to be more precise.

In the quiet night air, Bucky found his voice,

“I am sorry for your loss, My Prince.”

Steven put his head between his knees and choked back a a strangled sob that threatened to wrench its way from his throat.

Bucky thought he wouldn’t be bothered with it, but after another few moments the Prince choked out the proper Rean reply, “And I yours, Buck.”

Bucky wondered if he should protest the childhood nickname, but decided now was not the right time to reprimand his Prince.

Instead he said a traditional, “The grief is greater in you, though, My Prince.”

The formality of their words tonight made his tongue sting in his mouth.

To Bucky’s surprise, Prince Steven laughed. It was a broken, jagged sound, and immediately muffled as the Prince attempted to smother his own mirth lest they be overheard.

“Was he not like a father to you, Buck? You’re allowed to grieve him too. Come,” Steven patted the space next to him on the ground, “Weep with me, if just for three more minutes.”

Bucky shook his head, surveying the land around them again, “He was like a father to me in spirit, My Prince. But not in blood… nor in name.” And thank the gods for it, Bucky thought as soon as he said it. Lest his feelings for the young prince be sinful as well as misguided.

He repeated doggedly, “The grief is greater in you, My Prince.”

Steven didn’t protest this time.

Too soon, Bucky found himself ushering the Prince to his feet and helping him mount again.

The Prince did not protest or struggle, though his weariness was still apparent.

Fort Dragon Light was a modestly sized, abandoned structure on the northern coast. Lighthouse before fortress, Bucky had to lead the shaking Prince up flights of spiraling staircases to reach the keeper’s chambers where they would — hopefully — find refuge.

They had to stop twice along the way to allow the Prince to catch his breath, but eventually they made it into a modest bedroom with an empty hearth. Prince Steven sat shivering on the bed, still panting for breath and now slick with sweat, the open window and their altitude here at the fort’s peak sent a chill through the whole room.

Bucky decided they couldn’t risk a fire just as the Prince asked,

“Can we light the hearth?”

Bucky shook his head regretfully, “Apologies My Prince, it’s too risky.”

Steven, weak as he might be, was strong of spirit. So he understood and he nodded to show this, jawline setting in a grim line as he cupped his hands and curled around himself to try and warm up.

“Bucky…” Bucky was standing at attention by the door, but he tilted his head to show he’d heard.

“Do we know who killed my father?”

“The assassin lies dead, My Prince. His identity is yet —“

“I don’t mean the name of the assassin themself, I just mean… do we know who was responsible?”

Who had funded such a risky operation. Who had wanted the King dead. Who had wanted Rea upended.

“I regret we do not know yet, My Prince.”

Prince Steven nodded and he stared helplessly around the room, perhaps wondering if this meager, frigid space would be his life now.

“You can return to court as soon as the threat has been mitigated, My Prince.” Bucky said quickly, hoping to raise Steven’s spirits. “The palace guard will find out who was responsible and will see them duly punished, and then we will return home.”

Steven nodded absently. His mouth opened but no sound escaped for a time, just a few watery breaths. Then he said,

“Then I will be king.”

Bucky shifted on his feet.

“Yes, My Prince.”

A wan smile graced Steven’s lips. “They will want me to marry right away. Probably Miss Carter.”

They meaning the raucous noise of Sciath Réalta’s advisors and court dignitaries. Sometimes Bucky wondered who truly had more power in Rea — them or the crown.

Bucky looked down at his shoes, he wished the shadows of the black night could swallow him.

“…Probably, My Prince.”

“Have you ever… thought something like that… Bucky?”

“… Something like what, Your Grace?”

Steven shrugged and wouldn’t look at him. “A lover.” He said, “Marriage.”

Bucky stared at his prince. At blue eyes deep as the oceans and an expression so burdened by expectation that little of the boy within broke through — this was a man. A prince with a certain future ahead, one that left no room for romance or passion or desire or youth. Not any longer.

Bucky swallowed and managed to say, “Of course not, My Prince. Such thoughts would be inappropriate for a royal retainer.”

It was just a little white lie.

#grace writes #stucky

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firstelevens · 5 months ago

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Roll charisma with a disadvantage 👀

I am SO excited about this one so thank you for giving me the chance to talk about it!!!

roll charisma with disadvantage is a high fantasy/Dungeons and Dragons AU, where Sam and Steve and Nat are trying to cure a curse that's been placed on Bucky while evading the disciples of Hydra. Hopefully the first chapter should go up next week, and it'll somewhat sporadically update but I'm aiming to be done by the end of summer. It's a lot more actual combat than I've ever attempted to write, which is daunting, but I'm having fun so far!

Big excerpt under the cut because I'm too stoked to not share.

Sam only sees it because Redwing does, flying up over the treetops and scouting for danger ahead. It only comes in snippets first, clearer as Redwing gets closer: clashing steel and the light and smoke of magic being cast, then commands shouted in the voice of a superior, the language indistinct over the sounds of battle.

“How many are there? Is it bandits?” Sam asks, and only belatedly remembers that he doesn’t need to actually speak the words for Redwing to hear them.

Sire, comes Redwing’s voice in his mind, graver than it was a moment ago, these are no common criminals.

The smoke from the spells is still too thick for Redwing to see who’s involved, apparently, but there are wagons nearby where the attackers must have awaited their targets. He doesn’t need to say anything to Sam as he swoops down past a wagon, the image stamped onto the wheels coming through perfectly clear: a many-headed beast, entwined around a stylized skull. Inside the biggest wagon is a cage much too large for any kind of animal, but perfectly sized for a person.

Sam takes off at a run.

Redwing doubles back to watch for any potential attackers, but the way is clear: apparently Hydra’s disciples were after a very specific quarry when they staked out these woods.

Five attackers, Redwing tells him, as Sam comes within earshot of the fighting and slows down. The Captain and the rude one are fighting from the ground. I cannot see the Spider, but she must be close.

Even as he devises a plan of attack, Sam’s mouth quirks up into a smile. Bucky had made the choice to refer to Redwing as a pigeon the last time they met, and he may have avoided a claw to the face at the time, but apparently Redwing’s ire hasn’t cooled at all.

With everyone caught up in the fighting, Sam manages to get close enough that he has a line of sight through the trees, picking out Bucky and Steve’s forms amidst the smoke and dust. Steve seems alright, but Bucky is bleeding and holding himself stiff as he moves, like he caught an unexpected attack on his flank.

Sam murmurs healing spell before he does anything else, directing his magic towards Bucky and hoping that the chaos of the fight masks the peculiar golden light of his spellcasting. Then he draws his crossbow and fires a bolt at the man in priest’s garb who’s locked in combat with Steve.

As both Bucky and Steve glance around for the source of the arrow, the priest yells an order to the others, and Sam draws his sword as two druids advance on him. He’s sizing them up when there’s a soft thump beside him, and suddenly there’s Natasha, brushing a leaf off her shoulder and grinning in a way that’s just a little bit feral.

“Nice of you to join us,” she says, like they’re on a walk and not mid-skirmish. Before the first of the druids can so much as lift his spear, she’s knocked it away with her quarterstaff and knocked him flat on his back with a single kick to his chest.

“I thought I’d squeeze in some light exercise after breakfast,” says Sam grinning at her and easily parrying the first two blows from the knight who whirls on him with a greatsword.

#hopefully the fic will demand no prior knowledge of D&D since that's an aesthetic inspiration for the most part #for everyone In The Know: please read Redwing's lines in the same voice that Brennan Lee Mulligan does for The Hangman; thank u #zainab does ask meme things #abarbaricyalp #sambucky

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ashfae · 10 months ago

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A03 meme

A03 meme time, except I've been writing and posting fanfic to the internet since before A03. And before fanfiction.net. And before Geocities. And before the World Wide Web. There's fic of mine with ASCII doodle illustrations somewhere out there where the wild BBSes once roamed…I was tagged by @moveslikebucky; thanks Buckie, here goes. <3

how many works do you have on Ao3? 54. (and yes if we added in all the fanfic outside of A03 it'd be a larger number but I can't be bothered to consolidate it all)

what’s your total Ao3 word count? 341,744, which is better than I was expecting, yay.

what fandoms do you write for? At the moment it's just Good Omens, but there's been a lot of Dragon Age, some Lord of the Rings, and way back in the day there was Harry Potter and a lot of anime. I am toying with dipping my toe back in LotR, there's a thing I wrote ages ago that's entirely finished and just needs editing and I've been meaning to get it out there for ages. It's long though, so that'd be a commitment.

what are your top five fics by kudos? What Custom Strictly Divided (507) Like an Echo Far Away (415) (this one wasn't in the top five last week when I first started writing this post! So I think @mielpetite gets all the credit for boosting it with amazing fanart) What Comes From Your Hand (402) Give Me Your Illusions (346) Nightswimming (307)

do you respond to comments? Yep! Sometimes just with "Thanks!" or hearts but I try to. Though they get away from me sometimes and then I do a bunch all at once.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Definitely Warmaiden, which is my "What if Éowyn got the One Ring?" fic, from an idea that occurred to me one day and wouldn't leave. Clearly that doesn't end well for her, or anyone. From GO fandom it's probably Silent Night, which I still want to expand into a larger fic to be a set with Give Me Your Illusions. Someday, someday.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of them! But for the happiest I'd say Swan Lake Revised, cowritten with @mostlyjustgoose. And if we ever get part three up it'll be even more happy. And smutty. Very smutty.

Do you get hate on fics? Very rarely. I've been lucky there.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Oh here's the irony. I used to do a lot a lot a LOT of online roleplaying and mygod I wrote smut. So much. So. Much. I don't do as much rp these days but even so the threads I have going are still frequently pure filth. But in fic, much less so, even though I want to. Why it all gets channeled into rp and not as much into my fanfic I do not know. Honestly I want to write a lot more of it. Smut forever!!

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Sometimes, when I have a good idea. But the craziest one I ever wrote, ages ago, was a pure crackfic for my 21st birthday, where I imagined a bizarre party for myself in which LOADS of fictional characters (mostly from anime) showed up so I could make them interact in wacky ways. It was utterly ridiculous but amused me. Making all the characters voiced by Megumi "She's Everywhere!!" Hayashabara meet up and wonder why they all sound alike, for example. Also I wish I'd written an Artemis Fowl breaks into Gringotts to rob it fic before I became so disillusioned with both Artemis Fowl and Harry Potter. Heigh ho.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yep. It was impressive how lazy the person was about it too, they stole all the html as well. Someone brought it to my attention pretty quickly.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Twice, yes. Into Portuguese, as I remember.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Hi @mostlyjustgoose, I adore you, please co-write things with me forever. <3 Our baby is Unusual Strings, a reverse omens AU love story, and it's SO. CLOSE. to being done. So close. Aughhhh. I love our angel!Crowley and demon!Aziraphale so, so much.

What’s your all time favorite ship? Aziraphale and Crowley, Faramir and Éowyn, Hiccup and Astrid. Don't make me choose between those three, my head will explode.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Shut up shut up I will finish all of them ALL OF THEM I SAY…sigh. Beauty and the Battousai. Though I should probably mention A Demon in the Dreaming and The Queen Bee. (they're plotted and outlined and parts are written aaahhh come on ADHD meds help me out here)

What are your writing strengths? Dialogue, definitely. I'm good at putting humour into things. Got compared to Patricia Wrede once and honestly, life goal achieved there. I can do memorable phrases and descriptions and edit well.

What are your writing weaknesses? What is plot. Why does it hate me. Why are my original characters one-dimensional cardboard. What is worldbuilding and how do I do it without getting stalled into paralysis. Baaaah. This is why my original novel will never be finished and I keep running back to fanfic instead.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Hoo boy contentious subject! I love reading it so long as it's translated somewhere in the footnotes, I'd be happy to write it if I knew other languages, the question of whether it should be italicized or not has apparently Officially been settled by The Publishing Industry on the side of Not.

First fandom you wrote for? Oh gosh I think it was the Dragonlance books by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman. The first that ever got shown to other people was Ranma 1/2 though.

Favorite fic you’ve written? It's still What Custom Strictly Divided. Though Unusual Strings comes very close.

Gaaah I'm always worried I'll tag people who don't want to be tagged so, erk, um...if they're willing, @racketghost, @indieninja92, and @holycatsandrabbits! And you, if you're reading and want to do this, please say I tagged you. I meant to really, honest. ;)

#ask meme #a03 meme #fanfic meme #yay I wrote things

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voxofthevoid · 11 months ago

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*comes stumbling in, trips, falls, and lands on face*

I...I did it! I binged the JJK manga! Wait what time is it? What day? *squinting at clock* Huh? Really? How am I still alive????

This is werewolf anon. I'm only slightly sleep deprived and feral. Slightly. (It's a lie. I'm a liar. Nanami, please come pull my hair and punish me.)

I...I honestly don't even know what to say. SO MUCH HAPPENED. I was not ready for where the anime is at with the Shibuya arc to the culling game and Gojo and Megumi and Yuuji and Sukuna and GOJO. GOJO. GIMME BACK MY GOJO YOU FUCKERS-

*incoherent screeching followed by the thud of an exhausted body hitting the ground*

I think the last time I felt such a build up and WTF WHAT DO YOU MEAN was when Steve got on that fucking time travel platform and abandoned Bucky- *gunshot*

No way that Gojo is gone for good??? HOW??? Surely the author is just fucking with us? If Dragon Ball can revive Goku and Vegeta a bunch, why not Gojo- *more gunshots*

Well FUCK. You did warn me it was going to be hellish so I got no one to blame for my self-flagellation of the JJK manga. But goddamn, I was not expecting that!!! 😫😫😫😫😫😫 What do I do now??? Why must the mangaka torment us this way???

And damn I'm sorry to hear people were shitty and tried to block evade you through submissions. WTF. Why can't people operate with some fucking decency? But I appreciate you saying you were cool with me leaving a link. I'm sure I'm not the first person who probably thought of this joke but hey hopefully you get a giggle out of it. I sure needed it after my JJK manga binge spiral lol!

https://i.postimg.cc/SsdyLYGJ/Go-To-Horny-Jail-Yuuji.png

Hopefully next time you see me in your ask box, I won't be the husk of a human being. 😵

*gives you blankets and water* I Get It, Friend.

I was not even remotely kidding about the hell part. I caught up with the manga around the time Yuki+Choso versus Kenjaku was happening, and then I kept up with the weekly releases religiously. Chapter 236 (The Great Bisection) had me in a funk for two whole weeks. I still can't think too much or hard about it without getting real pissed off, and the only saving grace is that it's better than being sad.

I like character deaths, is the thing! I love them—when they're done well. Go/jo was a travesty. The comparison to Steve is apt, honestly, because the favoring of an idealized past at the expense of the present and the human connections (existing and potential) there is one of my main issues with both Steve's time travel and Gojou's airport purgatory behavior.

The main difference on my end is that Steve was my favorite character, so Endgame made me drop the whole franchise. In JJK, Yuuji's my favorite, so I'm still invested to an insane degree.

But yes, even when Gege is at their best, they torment us (and Yuuji, mostly) for shits and giggles. Most of the time, I even enjoy it! Stick around for more pain 🤗

The picture did make me laugh! Here, for the people:

I'm putting him in horny jail. With Gojou. And Nanami. And a few others. Might defeat the purpose, but ah well. He deserves all the hole.

In the time it's taken me to answer this (been a fever-ridden husk myself the last week), I hope you're humaned up!

#werewolf anon #anon #i love my anons #jjk spoilers #jjk meta

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geekthefreakout · 1 year ago

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I want to start writing again, but can't pick what to work on, so here is a list of WIPs I have going that I haven't done much with. What should I put effort into first? Poll under the cut. Also, you can suggest things! Please vote and reblog?

Coming Clean (At Least I'm Trying)- Fandom: Supernatural. Pairing: Destiel. Alternate ending to s15, where Castiel struggles with his new humanity and Dean struggles with his nascent sobriety. They both try to make their new relationship work. Features Jack and Sam in big supporting roles. Multi chapter, some already up on AO3 here. I lost half of the next chapter because my computer crashed, and I have been struggling to get back into it.

Blood Brothers- Fandom: MCU. Pairing: Winterfrost. The sequel to my fic Pieces of Me Fit Pieces of You. AU: Canon-divergent after Thor: Ragnorak, ignoring credit scene. Loki and Bucky adjust to life in New Asgard, the people who love them adjust to each other, and the shadow of the Mad Titan looms on the horizon. Features Einar, the best horse ever, and many Avengers in supporting roles. I don't have anything posted yet, but I've outlined a lot of it. Hyperfixation brain has not let me work on this in a while.

The Autobiography of Una Chin-Riley- Fandom: Star Trek. Pairing: Garashir. After Julian's augmentations are revealed, Garak comes to him with a most interesting book. Intended to be a one-shot where Garak and Bashir discuss eugenics and civil rights, and what effect the legacies of both Una and Khan had on Bashir's decision to join Starfleet. I have about 1300 words of this so far.

Killing Time and Killing Dads- Fandom: The Flash CW. Pairing: Coldflash, pre-relationship. Canon-divergent AU where after Zoom kills Henry but before Barry creates Flashpoint, Snart appears on the Flash's radar and the two discuss fathers, failures, and the things they can't change. I've been mulling this over for a while but haven't written it. It would probably be a one or two shot. If you want to know my voices for these characters, check out my other fic that also has Snart being around for Henry's death. I guess I just like the concept.

Untitled Bashir War fic- Fandom: Star Trek Pairing: none focused, but probably light Garashir because I can't help myself. I watched Band of Brothers recently, and the episode "Bastogne" prompted me to consider the toll being a battlefield medic took on Bashir, and meditate a bit on how little war has really changed through the centuries. I have 1100 words so far. I need to rewatch a few Dominion War episodes to make sure I don't have any glaring contradictions in my Star Trek medicine.

Not any particular fic, but some of my usual light stuff you might find in my "Sam Writes Stuff" tag- things like Garashir reacting to stuff, random head canons that may or may not become fics later, various fandoms. Most likely to be Arrowverse Flash, Star Trek, Dragon Ball, Supernatural, or Batfam.

Okay, so what do you think? Do any of these strike your interest? Or do you have something else you would like me to write? Vote below!

#poll #fanfics #wips #sam writes stuff #supernatural #marvel mcu #star trek #ds9 #arrowverse #coldflash #destiel #garashir #winterfrost #idk

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seitmai · 30 days ago

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I have made the terrible mistake of reading this not in the privacy of my home, so if you saw me on the stairmaster at the gym, crying over my phone, no you didn't lol

Many thoughts so I'm gonna utilize the read more function lol

Alex could remember those late nights, sneaking back through the backdoor after being at a party they shouldn’t have been at. Their mom, somehow, always knowing that they had left, would leave a plate of cookies, water, and tylenol on the kitchen counter with a note: “Cookies gone, means you are home. Wake me if you need - love, mom”

She truly is the best mom 🥰

While Maxwell decided he too, was going to join the military, getting into West Point (something that surprised the whole family when he applied), Jasper was going to NYU to major in music (also something that surprised the whole family).

I love surprise choices like that lol

“Mom would’ve made dessert,” Maxwell said. And just like that, the tension filled the kitchen once again. Ella looked around, trying to fight back the burning sensation of tears in her eyes. She was yet to cry, and she told herself she wasn’t going to start crying over a comment about dessert.

I have cried over dessert for lesser reasons, so I think in that instance totally fair game to cry 🤷🏻‍♀️

The whole table burst back out into laughter, not a single one of them paying attention to their dad in the doorway. It felt like old times, and for the first time in a week, Jake felt like his heart was beating in his chest again. There was warmth in the house that he once considered his home.

🥹🥹🥹

“Oh yeah?” Eli challenged, “What was the worst?” “Rooster Bradshaw telling me that my wife had my son on our bedroom floor.”

Yeah that is definitely not a phone call one wants to get 😅

He had decided last night that he was going to sell the house. It didn’t feel the same knowing that his wife wasn’t going to walk through the door anymore or spend hours upon hours in the backyard building the garden of her dreams. Their children were all scattered across the country, Ella and Alex in Northern California, Eli in the midwest, and the Twins on the East Coast. Sure, the kids were upset when Jake had told them that he was selling their family home, but they knew it was for the best.

What a tough choice, but I get it..

“Yeah but, it’s the door,” Jasper whispered, “We all got measured on the door. Hell, even Bucky and Steve got measured on the door.” A pang of sadness hit Jake as he looked toward the front closet door. Jake could remember holding a very small, toddler Alex against the door as Y/N marked his height on his first birthday. It had been a tradition ever since then, each Seresin child (both human and furbaby) got measured on their birthday against the door. Jake didn’t say anything as he walked into the garage, grabbing his tool kit. His kids all stared at him as he walked in, opening the closet door and began taking it off the hinges.

I think it's a great way to commemorate Athens house and memories that were made there this way 🥹

It wasn’t very often that civilian funerals got honored this way. But when your aunt is the commander of the Pacific Fleet, some calls get made. The moment Grace “Dragon” Bradshaw got the call about Y/N Seresin, she was pulling out all the stops she could. Dragon had called Jake, telling him that she was sending a unit to stand by Y/N’s body, until she could be moved to the funeral home. It was the least she could do, given all Y/N has done over the years. Sure, being a naval aviator was hard work; flying missions at top speed, spending months at a time in the middle of the ocean, working your body to its physical and mental limits, wondering if you are going to make it home alive. But being the one at home, having to take care of the kids and the house and the animals and everything else, was also hard.

She really deserves it all 🥹❤️

He never imagined that there would come a day, him still in the Navy and Y/N not here.

💔💔💔

“I want to get one of those pull-behind campers,” Y/N said as they looked up at the stars one night, “My parents did about a month-long camping trip when dad retired. I want to do that.” “Sweets, we can do anything you want,” Jake said, looking at her like she had hung the moon. It took a strong woman to stand next to a military man, and an even stronger woman to have a family with him. If a month-long camping trip to the middle of nowhere was what she wanted, then that’s what she was going to get

Jake would hang the moon for her if she asked, so a camping trip is just the bare minimum he would give🥹

And Y/N was beyond proud of her kids. She had jokingly gotten those car decals that say “Proud Military Mom” and “My Daughter is in the Navy!”, putting each of them in the fridge. The kids hated them, blushing in embarrassment every time someone would point them out, but Y/N was so proud of them. She even managed to find a “My Son is going to NYU!” sticker for Jasper.

The best and proudest mom 🥹🥰

“Your funeral was beautiful. I bet God heard you coming.”

😭😭😭

“I’m not sure if I can find the right words to say,” Jake started, looking at the large portrait of his wife, “There’s no right words to explain what it feels like to lose the love of your life. Though we’ve been together for half the time we’ve been alive. . . it still feels like we didn’t get enough time. And some days, I’m not sure if I can live without her.”

Oh no I have feeling where this is going 💔🥺

Jake’s eyes shifted to his kids, who all sat in the front row, their partners and children sitting behind them, “Your mother was perfect. In every single thing she did. She was perfect. She would lie and say ‘I’m not perfect’, but she was. There will never, ever, be another person like her. And I’m so lucky that she took a chance on me. Even when I messed it all up, she still took a chance on me. There’s going to be a hole in my heart, for the rest of my life.”

He didn’t really have much to say to them, other than he was thankful that they came to the funeral. Jake never realized the amount of people that Y/N had met over the years or had created some impact on. People from Lemoore, Pensacola, Hawai’i, and even from overseas had flown in when they heard what had happened.

She touched a lot of people's hearts and impacted them in them probably in the best way during her life🥺

It was truly like a blast from the past. All at the table sat a kid from every dagger squad member; Alex Seresin, Stella Machado, Cash Bradshaw, Piper Trace, Josephine Floyd, Mickey Jr Garcia, and Jordan Fitch. It filled Jake’s heart with joy, knowing that the next generation was as close as he is to his friends.

🥰🥹🥰🥹

“He said he couldn't live without her.”

“Didn’t think we’d all be back so soon.” “Neither did I,” Alex sighed and wrapped his sister up in a tight hug. It was a lie, Alex knew the last time he saw his dad, that it wasn’t going to be a long time until they were all called back here. Alex felt a tad guilty, the morning that he left, with a box full of stuff from the house, his wife and child in tow, watching his dad’s retreating figure out the rearview window. He wished he would have stayed. He wished that he would have convinced Jake to come up to Lemoore with him. To get some time away from the house, away from the memory of the love he had lost. Jake was stubborn, giving his son the promise to visit soon for the birth of his next grandbaby. But instead, Alex got another tearful call from his sister, begging him to come back home.

I feel like Alex wouldn't have been able to convince Jake to come no matter what, nobody would have. Not his kids, not his friends. He is stubborn and stubborn in love with his late wife, he probably had made his decision even before the funeral...

Jake "Hangman" Seresin, flies fighter jets and has looked death in the eyes because of that multiple times, dies of a broken heart 💔 it feels almost poetic to me, in a Greek tragedy kinda way...

Me during and after this masterpiece:

Pink Skies - J. Seresin x Shy!Wifey

whumptober masterlist || previous day

Prompt: "Leave No Trace Behind, Like You don't Even Exist"

synopsis: The Seresin kids have all come home, but not for the reason they wish it was for. Jake has to face his hardest challenge yet, saying goodbye to the love of his life. Based on the song "Pink Skies" By Zach Bryan

warnings: MAJOR character death, implied suicide, dying of a broken heart, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of postmortem body tampering (does not happen, but it is a concern that is brought up), mentions of parental death, grieving process.

word count: 4.3k

“The kids are in town for a funeral. So pack the car and dry your eyes.”

Alex let out a deep sigh as he parked his car in front of the one place he had been dreading coming back to. Ever since getting that call, he had waited until the last possible moment to make the trip down from Lemoore. He would’ve put it off longer, showing up the day of, but a tearful call from his sister told him he needed to be back sooner.

The house felt cold as he turned the knob, the only sign of life was the misplaced shoes by the front door and his dad’s truck in the driveway. He had been back a few weeks prior, helping do some odd end things while his dad attended to his mother, and even then, the house still felt warm and lived in. Now, this house felt anything like the childhood home he had been raised in.

“Elle!?” Alex shouted, hearing voices and clattering from the kitchen.

“In here!” His sister called out. Her blonde hair looked like a halo around her head as she turned to greet her brother, “Hey,” Her smile was bright, well as bright as it could be as she pulled him for a tight hug, “How are ya stranger?”

“Been good,” Alex nodded stiffly, pulling back from his sister, “Where’s everyone else?”

Ella sighed, stuffing her hands in the back pocket of her jeans, “Eli and Stella are at Val and Javy’s. I sent the twins to go grocery shopping and Dad is um. . . at the funeral home with grandpa and grandma.”

Alex nodded again, watching as his sister got back to work cooking whatever meal she managed to scrounge up. Even though she had the looks and personality of their father, Ella Seresin was her mother to a t. She was the one who spent hours in the kitchen helping make meals and bake. Alex sat down at the kitchen table, glancing briefly at the various hospital bills and sympathy cards that had gathered there. Flowers had also started to gather around the kitchen, and he guessed that Ella also took care of all those.

“Where’s Piper?” Ella spoke up from stirring something on the stove, “I swear Dad must have been photosynthesizing these past two weeks. I barely had the basic ingredients for spaghetti.”

“She’ll come down tomorrow with Billie.”

“God, I miss that girl.”

Alex did too even though it had only been a day since he had seen his little girl. Her big blue eyes, soft blonde curls and big smile could make anyone in this situation feel better. All he wanted to do was curl up with his girls by his side.

The two eldest Seresin kids sat in silence as Ella continued to work on dinner. Alex missed the days of being so near his siblings. Him and Ella had always been two peas in a pod, though their personalities varied greatly, they always leaned on each other when they needed one another. Alex could remember those late nights, sneaking back through the backdoor after being at a party they shouldn’t have been at. Their mom, somehow, always knowing that they had left, would leave a plate of cookies, water, and tylenol on the kitchen counter with a note:

“Cookies gone, means you are home. Wake me if you need - love, mom”

How Alex wished he could turn back time and get a plate of her homemade chocolate chip cookies again.

The silence was broken with the sound of the garage door opening, followed by the rambunctious sound of the youngest Seresin boys. Jasper and Maxwell Seresin stumbled through the door, grocery bags lined on their arms. Jasper’s blonde hair was long, hitting past his shoulders while Maxwell kept his cut short in a fade. Their eyes both widened seeing their older brother sitting at the table.

“Do I have to like, salute you or some shit?” Maxwell asked, and Alex chuckled.

“No you shit head,” Alex smiled, standing up and walking to his younger brother. The boy set the groceries down, embracing Alex in a hug. Alex fought back the sting of tears as he hugged him. Being almost 10 years apart had its positives and negatives. Alex got to watch them grow up with a whole new perspective, but he also missed out on those vital years when he went to the academy. While Maxwell decided he too, was going to join the military, getting into West Point (something that surprised the whole family when he applied), Jasper was going to NYU to major in music (also something that surprised the whole family).

“Missed you bro,” Maxwell nodded, pulling away from him.

“Missed you too,” Alex said, “And you,” He looked at Jasper, “Looking like fucking Fabio.”

Jasper chuckled, running a hand through his hair, “Someone had to live the California lifestyle.”

“Get over here,” Alex chuckled, pulling him into a hug too, “How are you guys? Doing. . . okay?”

The twins looked at each other, it was a loaded question with about ten different answers they could give. The easy answer was to say “yes, we’re fine,” but they knew that would be a lie. Instead, they both just shrugged, grabbing plastic bags from the ground and beginning to put them away. Alex shot his sister a look, who also just shrugged. She knew them better than he did, having stayed in San Diego for college, completing ROTC before going to flight school and becoming a pilot herself. As much as Alex envied his sister for living the dream that he wanted, he was mighty proud of her. Only a handful of women were pilots in the Navy, and an even smaller number were TopGun pilots.

“I’m making spaghetti,” Ella said, trying to cut the tension in the kitchen, “Should be ready soon. Anyone heard from Dad? Eli?”

“Eli said he’s staying at Aunt Val’s for dinner, but will be home for dessert,” Jasper chimed in, “You did make dessert, didn’t you?”

“The fuck I look like?” Ella sassed, “Betty Crocker?”

“Mom would’ve made dessert,” Maxwell said.

And just like that, the tension filled the kitchen once again. Ella looked around, trying to fight back the burning sensation of tears in her eyes. She was yet to cry, and she told herself she wasn’t going to start crying over a comment about dessert. She sniffled, blinking back tears as she looked up at the ceiling, seeing that there was still a crack in the foundation that her dad was supposed to fix years ago.

“You’re right,” Ella nodded, “And she would’ve let us take turns having a spoon of batter.” Ella clapped her hands, “Alright, pretty sure I wrote down the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies. Help me get them started?” She looked at her three brothers, who all nodded and helped her find the items.

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“I know they’ve got plenty of young blood left in them”

It was dark by the time Jake had returned back to the house. This day had been more exhausting than the past three had been. Who knew there were so many details to decide on for a funeral? Jake was thankful that he had sat down and gone through all that so many, many years ago, putting it all in a manila envelope he kept in the bottom drawer of his desk. He was slightly pissed that she had never thought of doing that, but then again, no one expected to one day just die before their life was truly over.

Jake was surprised when he opened his front door to be met with the sound of laughter and soft music in the background. His house had been quiet for so many days that he had somewhat started to get used to it. He tossed his keys in the bowl by the front door and toed off his shoes, before making his way to the kitchen where he was met with the sight of his five children, all sitting around the table, all laughing.

“Oh my god,” Eli shook his head, tears in his eyes, “I don’t remember that at all.”

“Oh I do,” Alex said, “I thought Mom was going to ground my ass for days. I did everything I could to glue Bucky’s urn back together.”

“Hey dad,” Ella said, tipping her wine glass to him, “Alex was just telling us about how he and Eli decided to play football in the house and broke Bucky’s urn.”

“It wasn’t me! It was Maxwell!” Alex pleaded, “I was just supposed to be babysitting.”

Jake chuckled, shaking his head at the memory. Y/N had been in near tears when she came home to her eldest son sweeping up the ashes of their beloved family pet. Jake couldn’t believe what he was hearing over the phone as she tried to explain.

“Surprisingly, that’s not the worst phone call I got while at work,” Jake sighed, pulling up a chair and sitting next to his daughter.

“Oh yeah?” Eli challenged, “What was the worst?”

“Rooster Bradshaw telling me that my wife had my son on our bedroom floor.”

— — —

“So clean the house, clear the drawers, mop the floors, stand tall”

Jake hated packing.

Over the course of his military career, he had packed up and moved with a moment's notice. Before he had met Y/N, all his personal belongings had been what the Navy had issued him, plus a handful of civilian clothes and things to go out in. It was easier that way, to shove all his stuff into those navy blue duffle bags and leave for his next assignment. But Y/N had changed all that the moment she came into his life.

He had never felt like he could settle down, that he could actually put things on his walls, and buy furniture and have an actual house that was a home, and not the standard issued living quarters the Navy had. When he had asked Y/N to move in with him, the first thing she showed up with was a welcome mat to place in front of the door. Jake could remember smiling so big, his cheeks hurt, before handing her his credit card and telling her, “make this place your home.”

Now, Jake sat in their bedroom, a cardboard box at his feet as he wondered where to start cleaning. He had decided last night that he was going to sell the house. It didn’t feel the same knowing that his wife wasn’t going to walk through the door anymore or spend hours upon hours in the backyard building the garden of her dreams. Their children were all scattered across the country, Ella and Alex in Northern California, Eli in the midwest, and the Twins on the East Coast. Sure, the kids were upset when Jake had told them that he was selling their family home, but they knew it was for the best. Alex had immediately opened his doors for his dad to come live with him.

Jake sighed, shaking his head and standing up from the bed. The bedroom was going to be a job for another day.

Jake walked downstairs, where his kids were busy making piles of things to keep and things to give away. He smiled as he watched them reminisce about different items they found; pictures of them as kids, old sports trophies, art projects that hung on the fridge.

“Hey, who is gonna get the door?” Jasper asked, as he was wearing an old baseball team hat.

“Oh shit yeah,” Maxwell nodded, “What are we going to do with the door?”

Alex shrugged, “It's part of the house.”

“Yeah but, it’s the door,” Jasper whispered, “We all got measured on the door. Hell, even Bucky and Steve got measured on the door.”

A pang of sadness hit Jake as he looked toward the front closet door. Jake could remember holding a very small, toddler Alex against the door as Y/N marked his height on his first birthday. It had been a tradition ever since then, each Seresin child (both human and furbaby) got measured on their birthday against the door. Jake didn’t say anything as he walked into the garage, grabbing his tool kit. His kids all stared at him as he walked in, opening the closet door and began taking it off the hinges.

“Dad. . .” Ella called out to him, but the look on his face told them he was determined to get this door off the hinges. Alex stood up from his spot on the floor, going to Jake and helping him. Once the door was off, Alex leaned it against the wall, tears in his eyes.

“So,” Jake huffed a breath, looking over at his kids, “Ella, there was no way you were four-one on your eighth birthday.”

Ella ended up taking the door home.

— — —

“If you could see ‘em now, you’d be proud.”

Ella couldn’t remember the last time she had dug her dress blues out of her closet. It had to have been for her Uncle Mav’s funeral years ago. She wasn’t shocked to see them outdated, with her old rank and ribbons still on them. She hated wearing her dress blues. Nothing good ever came from wearing dress blues.

How Y/N did it, was beyond Dragon’s knowledge. Raising five kids while Jake was gone for extended periods of time. Dragon could remember the first time she had to deploy, leaving behind her husband and son, Cash, she thought she wasn’t going to make it through. Dragon had called Bradley in tears, totally ignoring the time difference, begging to see her son. It was even harder for Dragon after the birth of her daughter, Noa.

Jake sat on his bed, his hat in his hands. His thumb rubbed along the worn edge, trying to find the strength to put it on and go down stairs. He was thankful that Dragon had gotten this honor for his wife, knowing the sacrifices she had made during his time in the Navy. He never imagined that there would come a day, him still in the Navy and Y/N not here. Every plan that they ever had, the things they had dreamed about doing once the ink dried on his retirement papers.

“I want to get one of those pull-behind campers,” Y/N said as they looked up at the stars one night, “My parents did about a month-long camping trip when dad retired. I want to do that.”

“Sweets, we can do anything you want,” Jake said, looking at her like she had hung the moon. It took a strong woman to stand next to a military man, and an even stronger woman to have a family with him. If a month-long camping trip to the middle of nowhere was what she wanted, then that’s what she was going to get, “I’ve never been up to Yellowstone, or the Grand Canyon.”

“You’ve never been to the Grand Canyon!” Y/N gasped, looking over at him.

“No,” Jake shook his head, “We were going to go but we got called out.”

Y/N sighed, looking down at her hands. There were a lot of trips that they never got to go on because of Jake’s job. She hated it, but would never admit it outloud, how many things Jake had missed over the years because of the Navy. The births, the birthdays, the first steps, the first days of school, the vacations, the first dances, the first breakups, the college acceptance letters. Jake knew that she had a small resentment for what he did, it was normal, but she never held it over his head.

“Well, it’s not that cool,” Y/N said, trying to play off her sadness, “It’s like a giant red hole in the earth. And the kids really didn’t like it. Eli cried the whole time and Ella scraped her knee falling in the parking lot. Totally skippable.”

Jake gave her a small smile, reaching over and grabbing her hand, “Totally.”

Standing up from the bed, Jake ran his fingers through his graying blonde hair. He remembers joking with Y/N, shortly before her death, that he was happy he was going gray and not losing his hair. But he wouldn’t be surprised if he was going to lose it now, after the past couple of weeks he’s gone through. Jake walked down the stairs, pausing at the sight of his five kids, all of them in various different military dress uniforms, Alex and Ella both in their Navy dress blues, Eli in his Army pinks and greens, and then the twins in their very best black suits with lavender ties (Y/N’s favorite colors).

“Oh Sweets,” Jake whispered, “You would be so proud of them.”

“Dad, are you ready?” Maxwell asked, looking up at his father. Out of all the kids, Maxwell turned out looking the most like his mother.

Jake just nodded, walking the rest of the way down the steps and towards the garage. The kids all looked at each other, before following him out. Jake decided to ride to the funeral with Ella and Maxwell. Piper Trace, Natasha and Luke’s daughter, and Alex’s wife, had come down yesterday with their daughter, Billie, the other day. Though Jake loved his grandchild, he just couldn’t muster up the energy to keep up with her. Eli and Stella rode in another car with Jasper.

“Your funeral was beautiful. I bet God heard you coming.”

The funeral was exactly how Jake had planned it, or slightly planned it. He doesn’t remember much about sitting in the funeral director’s office, trying to make decisions on things like what color casket and flower arrangements and songs to play. But everything was perfect, from the flower arrangements to the eulogies the kids gave. When it was Jake’s turn to speak, he removed his hat, placing it gently on the head of the casket.

It felt like a constant battle for Jake. Getting up every morning and looking over, finding her spot on the bed still made. Seeing her clothes still hung up and put away. Sitting on the couch, waiting for her to walk in with her hands full of either flowers or floral magazines having to get things ready at the shop, or hustling in to grab a quick bite of dinner before dashing off to whatever child’s event she had to go to. There were days, where Jake felt like he was so in the dark, that he would never see the light. That was, until his kids came around.

When the funeral was over, the family had a small, private burial. Jake picked a plot that was near Nick Bradshaw, Maverick and Iceman’s plots. Y/N only knew two of the three men, but it still felt right burying her near there. It felt like family, it felt familiar, it felt like the right pieces to the puzzle, putting her there. Each of the five seresin kids sprinkled a bit of dirt on the dark mahogany casket, as it was lowered into the ground. Ella had tried to get her dad to leave, but Jake wanted to stay until the very last moment.

“Dad,” Ella said softly, placing her hand on his bicep as the groundskeeper started to lower the vault lid, “Come on, Aunt Bea and Uncle Bob are hosting the luncheon.”

Jake shook his head, “I can’t leave her here like this.” Jake hated thinking about it, but he wanted to make sure that Y/N’s body was left alone, that she was buried and entered in peace, not having been tampered with. Ella frowned at her dad, leaving his side and getting into her car, her feet aching in her dress shoes. Once the dirt had been packed on top of the grave, Jake turned and got into his daughter’s car.

He was thankful that Bob and Bea decided to host the after funeral meal at their house and not his own. Jake had stayed for a little bit, catching up with old coworkers and friends. He didn’t really have much to say to them, other than he was thankful that they came to the funeral. Jake never realized the amount of people that Y/N had met over the years or had created some impact on. People from Lemoore, Pensacola, Hawai’i, and even from overseas had flown in when they heard what had happened.

“I’m going to go home,” Jake said to Alex, whose arm was wrapped around his heavily pregnant wife. It was like deja vu, watching Alex and Piper interact.

“Okay,” Alex nodded, “Do you need me to drive you?”

“No,” Jake shook his head, looking around at the people at the table. It was truly like a blast from the past. All at the table sat a kid from every dagger squad member; Alex Seresin, Stella Machado, Cash Bradshaw, Piper Trace, Josephine Floyd, Mickey Jr Garcia, and Jordan Fitch. It filled Jake’s heart with joy, knowing that the next generation was as close as he is to his friends.

“Ella said I can take her car,” Jake said, “Stay here with them. You guys don’t see each other enough anymore.”

Alex nodded, looking back at the group of kids he grew up with, “Yeah. We’ll be home soon to put Billie to bed.”

“Take your time,” Jake said, patting his son’s shoulder, before leaving.

It was only three weeks later that Alex found himself pulling up to his parents house. The same familiar feeling of dread filling his body as he put his car in park and grabbed his duffle bag out of the back. Ella, of course, was already there, trying to make the best of a sad situation. Just as before, the house felt cold and unwelcoming as Alex kicked his shoes off, by his sister’s misplaced ones.

“Ella?” Alex called out.

“In here!” She called back from the kitchen. Alex stopped in the doorway, giving his sister a sad smile, “Didn’t think we’d all be back so soon.”

“Neither did I,” Alex sighed and wrapped his sister up in a tight hug.

It was a lie, Alex knew the last time he saw his dad, that it wasn’t going to be a long time until they were all called back here. Alex felt a tad guilty, the morning that he left, with a box full of stuff from the house, his wife and child in tow, watching his dad’s retreating figure out the rearview window. He wished he would have stayed. He wished that he would have convinced Jake to come up to Lemoore with him. To get some time away from the house, away from the memory of the love he had lost. Jake was stubborn, giving his son the promise to visit soon for the birth of his next grandbaby. But instead, Alex got another tearful call from his sister, begging him to come back home.

“He said he couldn't live without her.”

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firstelevens · 2 years ago

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38 sambucky? 💕

38. until you come back home

(part two to this ficlet)

Bucky has already manfully teared up a few times by the time the dragon makes its appearance and makes him go all misty-eyed again. There’s gasps all around the party as what must be hundreds of thousands of red and gold lights blink on, sporadically at first and then in a cascade, and suddenly, above them all is the outline of claws and fangs and enormous wings spread against the night sky.

He turns to look at AJ, who looks incredibly pleased with himself. “I- how did you pull this off?”

“I told Shuri we had the fireworks covered, but we needed a dragon,” AJ says. “She got it done in three days, and Cass and Uncle Sam and Joaquín spent all afternoon putting the frame up. Do you like it?”

“It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen,” says Bucky, pulling him into a one-armed hug.

AJ hugs back without hesitation, his easy affection unmarred even at thirteen. “Happy eleventy-first birthday, Uncle Bucky.”

“Thanks, kid,” Bucky says, giving his shoulder a squeeze before letting him go. He nods over at the cake–two-tiered, decorated with flowers, just like in the movie–and the cluster of kids standing near it. “Now go get some more cake before Yusef tries to cut into it himself and takes the whole thing down.”

As AJ hurries away to prevent disaster, Bucky scans the crowd for Sam. He’d been in the center of a gaggle of people a few minutes ago, animatedly telling the story of the time that Bucky had fallen overboard from a still-docked Paul and Darlene and taken Sam with him. His audience has since dispersed, and Sam stands on the fringes of the party, in conversation with Joaquín.

There’s tension in his shoulders, his arms crossed as Torres speaks. Bucky is too far to hear their conversation over the noise of the party, but Sam’s terse nod and Joaquín’s quick, conversation-skirting retreat feel familiar enough.

When Bucky makes it over to him, Sam is looking up at the dragon, a small frown on his face.

“Under no circumstances are you taking this thing down and redoing it,” Bucky says, just to make him smile. “We learned that lesson two Christmases ago.”

Sam laughs, letting Bucky pull him close. “I don’t know what you’re talking about; I still think my plan would’ve worked.”

He snorts and presses a kiss to Sam’s temple. “Sure it would, sweetheart.”

His hand rests on Sam’s side, just over a not-quite-faded scar from the last time they were in the field together. Sam is leaning against him now, the signature Captain America posture traded for the silent seeking of comfort.

After a few quiet moments, Sam pulls back a little to look at him. “Buck,” he starts to say, “I have to-”

“I know,” says Bucky, and watches a furrow form between Sam’s eyebrows. He smiles and shrugs a little at the unasked question. “I saw you talking to Joaquín. Can’t believe it’s my eleventy-first birthday and you’re the one who gets to mysteriously disappear halfway through the party.”

Sam’s answering smile is wry. “I wouldn’t if I had any other choice, but they need people in the air and-”

“-and Carol’s off-world with Monica, and you can’t let Kamala go in alone,” finishes Bucky. “I know. It’s okay.”

Sam worries his lower lip for a moment. “We’ll do a birthday dinner when I get back,” he finally says. "Leave up that dragon so you can live your hobbit dreams.”

Bucky decides not to point out that Sarah would probably be less than thrilled by a giant wire dragon hanging over her backyard for an undetermined length of time. “Sounds good, sweetheart,” he says instead, and is rewarded for it when Sam kisses him.

“Love you,” he says, forehead pressed against Bucky’s. “Save me a piece of cake?”

“No promises,” Bucky says, grinning. “Go be Captain America.”

Sam gives Bucky’s hand a squeeze before pulling away and slipping out past where the dragon throws its light. It’s dark enough by the house that no one else sees him go, but Bucky’s eyes stay on him until he disappears around the corner.

—

It’s just past two in the morning when Sam creeps back into the house, gently setting the shield and wingpack down by the sofa. It’s quiet and still, every light off except the one above the stove.

He pulls open the fridge to get a bottle of water–there’s something extra dehydrating about fighting mutant eagles at a high altitude for three hours straight–but gets sidetracked by the enormous wedge of cake on the middle shelf, toothpicks stuck into it to keep the plastic wrap from smearing the frosting.

It’s the trick that his mother would use when she brought sheet cakes to church picnics, and the toothpicks are driven in just unevenly enough that Sam knows it was Bucky’s work. He leaves the cake where it is and grabs his water, chugging half the bottle as he makes his way to the bedroom.

By all appearances, Bucky is asleep when Sam slips into bed, but as Sam throws an arm over him, he speaks. “If you eat that cake without me, you’re sleeping on the couch.”

There’s a growl in his voice that should make it intimidating, but it’s hard to find him threatening when he’s leaning into Sam’s warmth and snuggling closer to his chest.

“Okay, baby,” says Sam, trying not to laugh. “Thanks for waiting up for me.”

“Thanks for coming home,” Bucky says, before pressing his face back into the pillow.

“Always,” murmurs Sam, and pulls Bucky just a little bit closer before doing the same.

#i don't know what this is y'all but at least it's DONE #this underwent so many versions I can't see it clearly anymore #anyway here's some future fic #sambucky #monroesimons #taylor swift prompt fics #thank you for the prompt Annika I LOVE U #Sam x Bucky #zainab does ask meme things

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tj-crochets · 3 months ago

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I realized y'all might not know how chaotic my creative process can be because you mostly only see the projects I finish, so in no particular order here are all the WIPs I currently have off the top of my head: (It got really long so I put it below a read more)

- the jelly roll rug, about half finished, currently coiled up under my sewing machine table - giant octopus, two pieces on the floor, the rest on the cutting mat - denim lumberjack quilt: backing and quilt top draped over a chair, waiting to be ironed - jellyroll patchwork quilt and quilt back: draped over quilt rack, waiting to be ironed - half assembled orange and pink nightmare of a triangle quilt: half the rows draped over that same quilt rack under the other quilt, stack of other triangles Somewhere In The Room - green triangles baby quilt: currently a stack of unsewn triangles, also Somewhere In The Room (I remember I left them on the triangle ruler but not where) - Bucky Bear: body, arms, and head darts sewn. arms on my desk, legs on my dresser, head pieces currently on the sewing machine table - green baby quilt I am very slowly handquilting: on the floor behind my air purifier - mars rover plushie: Somewhere In The Room, just needs wheels (I couldn't figure out how I wanted to do the wires to make the wheels turnable, it went in a box for safekeeping as I moved houses, and now that box is Somewhere) - green frog flannel baby blanket: fabric for the top is ironed and currently draped over the ironing board. I will have to play musical projects to finish the lumberjack quilt, or finish the baby blanket first? Not sure which way that's gonna go - cut and sew fleece dragon, all pieces cut out, somewhere in a small box I *think* on my shelves behind the minky-impersonator fabrics - pink furry blob monster, half sewn, sitting on my sewing machine table - progress pride quilt: waiting on the trans pride flag I want to make for the backing - at least three other finished quilt tops waiting to be quilted (floral chaos, floral chevron, and fall foliage) - purple knit beanie (about half done) in my desk drawer. Two or three more knit beanies just waiting on ends to be woven in (I donate them) - orange fleece beanie (sewed one dart the wrong way out, gotta seam rip it, redo it, and finish the beanie)

This is not counting projects I have not yet started but fully intend to make, like my MTH auction fills from last year or quilts I have fabric for

Crafting update: So far today I have cut out 2/8 pieces for the octopus, ironed 1/2 the fabric for a flannel baby blanket, and ironed all the fabric for the denim lumberjack quilt before realizing I was just re-wrinkling the backing fabric while I tried to iron it because it was Too Much Fabric at once, so I spread it out on the floor, cut it down much closer to size, and am going to re-iron it I am having some trouble focusing, can you tell? lol

#long post #the person behind the yarn #believe it or not this is a huge improvement #like. I finished two half finished projects from my closet this week!#I'm actively working on a third!#seeing these all listed out like this though...maybe I'll at least finish the fleece beanie or something #knock a few more things off this list

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viperbarnes · 3 years ago

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Normal Girl -- [1/5]

[Bucky Barnes x Iron Fist!Reader]

Summary: A chance meeting leaves you certain you've just met the love of your life, and even better, you're pretty sure he feels the same way... Now you just need to figure out a way to tell him you're not as normal as he thinks you are...

Warnings: canon level violence, perhaps some language, sexual references + light smut (will be demarcated with an *) parental death and mourning is discussed at several points, as well as various aspects of Bucky’s trauma and PTSD

Notes: You have no idea the self restraint it took not to call this 'the girl with the dragon tattoo'. Reader is named, and is of Chinese descent, but all are welcome to read. Forgive my very very very basic understanding of mandarin. I only know so much, and im using Google Translate for romanised spellings.

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ONE

“Buck?!”

“I know Sam! I’m on him!” Bucky grunts as he narrowly misses running straight through a wall, the sharp turn a close call as he continues to chase the target. Sam’s wings and overwatch were practically useless in this neighborhood, Brooklyn’s own Chinatown a dense and lively collection of stores, restaurants, markets and homes, many multicolored lanterns and banners strung across the various streets and alleyways.

The smells make his stomach growl, but he ignores the sudden and intense need for dumplings and Sichuan pork and keeps after his guy.

It wouldn’t be a hard sell to convince Sam of a late night snack when they were done, he was almost certain of it.

Bucky’s eyes narrow as he catches sight of his guy again, quickly ducking inside the propped open backdoor of a shop.

“Sam, he’s headed into a shop. Catch him on the flipside?”

“Will do.”

Bucky rushes through the same door and through the back room, already suspicious when he’s greeted with silence.

He forces himself to a stop entirely when he exits the back room and finds himself in some kind of antique store, the smell of old and aged nic-naks familiar to him. The shop was cramped, piled full of various items, furniture, vases, paintings…

Bucky blinks, squinting through the dim lighting, searching for where the hell his goon could have gotten to. He takes a few steps forward, out from behind the glass counter, listening carefully.

A creak of wood behind him comes too late, and he twists just in time to find his target pouncing, a large, pointy looking paperweight held high in his hands, coming directly toward his head.

Bucky jumps back, but he knows it’s not enough, and raises an arm to block the blow.

But it never comes.

Instead, almost at exactly the same time, a soft gasp sounds from the doorway, and his eyes flicker to the young woman who had suddenly appeared there. Her eyes are wide at first, but narrowing as she catches sight of the improvised weapon about to strike him.

And then she’s lifting her knee, expertly jabbing the goon in his ribs, one hand striking out at his chest and sending him stumbling back into the wall. She quickly follows up with a spinning kick, but the intruder has enough mind to dodge it.

He doesn’t dodge the second one, however, the momentum only serving to help her throw the attacker clean across the room, landing at Bucky’s feet.

The paperweight flies from the thug’s hands, but just as panic flickers across the woman’s face, Sam is suddenly there, effortlessly plucking the item straight from it’s trajectory.

For several seconds the three just stare at one another, until the young woman straightens, her eyes locked on Sam, still wide, but now with recognition.

“Captain America?!” she asks, clearly bewildered.

“In the flesh,” Sam flashes a grin, moving to stand beside Bucky.

“You know normally we’d be apologizing for this guy right about now,” he nods in the direction of their target, currently still wheezing on the floor at their feet.

“But I think you just did our job for us,” he gives her an impressed up and down.

The woman straightens suddenly, any hint of a fighting stance disappearing as she slaps a hand over her mouth.

“I’m so sorry! He startled me, and I saw the paperweight raised and–”

Sam waves her off with a lazy chuckle.

“Buck should just probably be glad you didn’t start on him,” he elbows his partner in the ribs, giving the centenarian a look when he realizes the other man has just been staring.

Bucky tears his gaze from the woman to Sam, blinking Rapidly. He opens his mouth, but quickly closes it again and swallows thickly. Looking back to the woman he nods.

Bucky’s reintegration into modern society had included a lot of reeducation as well, a substantial amount of which had come in the form of film and television. He’d become familiar with most of the popular classics, the tropes, the references, the cliches, but out of everything, the thing that always made Bucky the most skeptical, was the concept of love at first sight.

Nothing made him roll his eyes faster than watching some half-baked rom-com thats entire premise hinged on the two protagonists falling in love despite the fact they barely even knew each other, or worse yet, would have you believe the two characters were madly in love despite having nothing in common, no chemistry, and no reason to stick around.

It wasn’t as though Bucky wasn’t a romantic, he just found the concept insulting to the idea of actual love.

All of which was pretty awkward now, considering that he’d have been more than happy to take a beating from you if it meant even a second more time before they had to leave.

He opens his mouth to speak, hopefully to say something incredibly suave and funny, so you might laugh and he would commit the sound to memory and one day in the future you’d both laugh while telling your family about how you’d met–

Desperate scrambling at his feet reminds him of the whole reason they’re here in the first place and cuts off his daydream.

“Oh no you don’t!” Sam grunts, his hand flying out to grab the escaping thug before he can get too far.

“We should get him outta here,” he says pointedly to Bucky, who can only nod in silence again.

Looking back at you, Sam gives another bright grin.

“You have a good night now, ma’am,”

You give him a nod of your own, seemingly star struck, and as they leave the little antique store, Bucky can’t help but wish you’d been looking at him like that.

Bucky’s mind doesn’t truly feel like it comes back to him until several hours later, sitting in his apartment, coffee table covered in half-eaten containers of takeaway and empty beer bottles as Sam pretends to appreciate soccer.

“She was cute,” he blurts suddenly, his cheeks lighting up as soon as his brain catches up to what his mouth has said. Sam pauses with a fork halfway to his mouth and swivels his eyes from the tv screen to his friend.

“The girl from the shop?”

“Yeah,” Bucky breathes, his eyebrows knitting together now.

Sam snorts and shakes his head, going back to his food and the tv, though he keeps a side eye on his friend.

“She kicked Tomaso’s ass, that's for sure. Wonder what discipline that was…” He wonders to himself, his own frown growing as he realizes he’s lost track of the unfamiliar game playing out before him.

“Yeah,” Bucky agrees again, replaying the moment again, lips quirking at her impeccable form.

“Too bad you didn’t ask for her number,” Sam says with a shrug, and Bucky deflates a little before something occurs to him.

“I know where the shop is,” he states, perking right up.

“You know where the shop is,” Sam confirms.

“I could go back,”

“You could go back,”

Sam looks back at Bucky, smirk growing quickly across his lips at the sight of the normally stoic super soldier brought to heel by a spinning kick that wasn’t even aimed at him.

“You really got it that bad already, huh?”

Your whole body shudders violently for a moment as you’re wracked with another round of sneezing, your face shoved deep into your elbow, muffling the sounds of your misery. You hated dusting day, it always made your allergies flare up something awful, but it had to be done.

“Duō hē diǎn shuǐ! (drink more water!)” you hear your father call out from somewhere else in the store, making you roll your eyes, even as a smile pulls at your lips.

“Nǐ duō hē shuǐ! (you drink more water!)” you reply, moving back down the aisle you’d just finished with and towards the counter, where your father sits on his stool, gossip magazine held up to his face, his glasses perched on his nose.

“Maybe if you did, I wouldn’t have to do all the dusting by myself,” you say pointedly, but he only waves you off, not even looking up from the text in front of him.

You smile brighter still, and lean forwards on the tabletop, chin resting in your hands.

“What's the latest on Ben and Jennifer?” you wonder aloud, taking a small peak at the front of the magazine to see what stories had taken top billing this week. Your father sighs and shakes his head solemnly.

“Back off, or so they say. Zhēn kěxí (such a shame)…” he mutters, before pushing his glasses up his nose and turning the page.

You chuckle at his deeply vested interest in celebrity-going-ons, and push away from the counter, ready to take on your next bout of sneezes when your father reaches out blindly and pushes something towards you.

“Put this away for me. I found it in the backroom this morning for some reason.”

You look down at the object in question and swallow guiltily.

It was the paperweight from last night, the one some bad guy had tried to bash over a superhero’s head.

“Oh, right. Weird,” you say quickly, grabbing the offending item and disappearing before he can ask you any questions.

You hadn’t told your dad about the sort-of break in last night. Mostly because nothing had actually happened by way of damage to the shop or it’s goods, but also because you hadn’t wanted to shake up any of his nerves. The last thing he needed was to be worried about people breaking into the shop.

He’d become so much more anxious since your mother’s passing nearly a year ago.

He’d always said that she was his sole source of strength, but you’d never really given that much credit until she’d died. You’d been living abroad, but had returned home to be with your family, and had moved in with your father initially while you settled in and helped with the arrangements of the funeral. But it had become apparent quickly after you’d found your own place that your dad wasn’t ready to be on his own just yet, and you could think of worse things than living with your father.

“When you love somebody for so long, and then they just aren’t there anymore, it’s like losing your ability to walk. Your muscles have atrophied. You can’t remember how to do it without them. You don’t want to.” he’d said once, after you’d picked him up from his fortnightly xiangqi club meetup, his arm hooked tightly in yours, his breath smelling distinctly of baijiu.

You’d always longed for a love like your parents, not so over the top or filled with grandeur like those in the movies, but realistic and sincere, and everlasting. Their marriage had last fifty-two years through plenty of hardships, but even on their worst days, you were never in doubt that they would make it through.

You’d been a late addition to their lives, after struggling with fertility for most of their then-twenty-five year marriage, it had been your impending arrival that had spurred on their immigration from mainland China to New York. From the very start your parents had doted on and adored you, and not a day had gone by that you’d questioned that.

Even when you’d told them you were going to travel back to China, their concern and fear for your well being was never outweighed by their understanding of your need to do so.

You sigh at the fond memories of your mother, almost glad that you’d only returned home a day before she’d passed. You aren’t sure if you’d have been able to stand watching her whittle away in a hospital bed for weeks on end with nothing you could do to help her.

You brush the thoughts from your mind, instead focusing on the happy memories as you find the empty spot that the paperweight belongs in.

You hear the front door open and close, the bell ringing musically to alert you, but you let your father handle it, going back to your dusting. You hear a quiet male voice begin to talk, and you aren’t all that surprised when after a short reply, your father calls out for you.

“Mei! Yǒurén zhǎo nǐ! (there’s someone asking for you!)”

Your brow furrows at that, and you tuck the dusting cloth into the front of your apron, quickly making your way back to the front of the store, curiosity motivating your steps.

When you step around the end of the aisle, you’re greeted with the back half of a man. He was exceptionally tall, and even though he wears a leather jacket, you can tell instantly that he’s incredibly fit. You wonder briefly before he turns around if he were a courier.

The thought flies from your mind the very next second though, when he does turn to face you, and you nearly trip right over your own feet.

Him! It was him! From last night!

“Uh, hey,” He greets, a thin smile pulling at his lips, and his hand leaving his pocket only briefly to wave somewhat awkwardly. You realize then you’ve frozen in your approach, your mouth slightly ajar. You snap it closed quickly, taking a few more short steps toward him and stopping again at a respectable distance.

“Hi…” you try not to sound as excited or nervous as you really are, but it just comes out as overly cautious.

“I uh, I just wanted to check in… make sure everything was alright after–”

Your eyes widen and flicker over his shoulder to your father, who was pretending not to listen in, and in panic, you hurriedly take another step forward gesturing with your hands and alarmed head-shaking that he stop talking. Luckily he gets your message and trails off, his eyebrows twitching in a slight frown, and he spares a glance back at your father before looking back at you, unsure.

“Everything is totally fine,” you tell him, swallowing uneasily. A beat passes before you go to speak again, but you’re cut off.

“Wǒ yào bǎ lèsè dào diào (I’m going to empty the trash),” your father intercuts, stool scraping and startling you both as he places his magazine down on the counter, and takes hold of the small bin you keep under the counter.

You feel yourself relax somewhat when he’s finally out of earshot, and when you look back at your guest, you nearly jump to find his eyes already on you.

“I, um, I haven’t had the chance to tell him yet… about last night…” you tell him quietly, scrunching up your face. The man nods, his features understanding.

You stand in silence for another beat.

“I’m sorry for just showin’ up like this,” he blurts quickly, shifting on his feet nervously, his eyes darting from you to various points around the room, but alway back to you again. You can’t help but take the moment to stare at him, a little unnerved by just how much more handsome he was in the daylight.

You clear your throat and promise yourself you won’t be as flustered as you were last night.

“It’s okay,” you assure him quickly, offering a small smile that he returns. Your heart swoons.

“You didn’t have to, though,” you feel the need to add a moment later.

“I wanted to,” his reply comes immediately, and you can tell by the pink that begins to bloom on his cheeks that he hadn’t meant to.

He makes a ‘tsk’ sound at himself and looks away from you, scratching at the back of his neck awkwardly.

“I– I just meant that I happened to be nearby, and I wanted to stop in and make sure you weren’t too rattled by last night,” he tries to explain, words tumbling from his mouth like he has no control over them. You can’t stop yourself from chuckling at the idea you’d be rattled by some punk, but you’re glad when he interprets his own meaning from it, hanging his head in a conceding manner, eyeing you from under his eyelashes.

“You’d think I’d be a better liar, huh?” he wears a wry smile and lets out a sigh. You watch him as he takes another deep breath and runs a hand over his hair, your eyes following the black metal with a small degree of interest that you tuck away in the back of your mind.

“I uh,” he squares his shoulders and gazes at you straight on now, looking for all the world like he was about to brave something that required a lot of courage.

“What I really came by for was to ask if you’d let me buy you lunch,”

He speaks so fast it takes you a moment to pull apart his words and divine meaning from them, but when you do, you feel your pulse speed up to unhealthy heights. Butterflies explode in your flip-flopping stomach, and your heart does it’s best to win olympic gold for Olympic gymnastics.

“I would love to!” you gush, unable to hide the grin that takes over your features, your response making the man in front of you physically relax so much you think his shoulder must drop an entire foot. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, gesturing to the door.

“I know a couple places not far from here,”

Your face drops a little as you realize he’d meant now.

“Oh, I’m so sorry but, I– I don’t take lunch until two,” you feel disappointment coarse through you, and you can see him doing mental calculations after he checks the time on his watch briefly. It was only eleven.

“I– I have a thing at one that I can’t cancel…” he explains grievously, looking pained at the prospect.

You almost jump a mile when your father steps out from the aisle between you, his expression far too innocent for your liking.

“Shop’s quiet today. No big deal if you go for your break now,” he says lightly, shrugging his shoulders when you give him a look.

“What? Shén me? Nǐ zài yě bù chūqùle Lǐ Méi (you never go out anymore, Li Mei),” Your father takes on a look of indignance.

“Go on! Go!” he shoos you, waving his hands towards the door.

You barely remember to take your apron off before you’re all but kicked out of the shop, finding yourself blinking on the sidewalk in a matter of seconds. Your companion meets your eye, equally as bewildered, but clearly amused. After a moment he chuckles to himself, holding out his hand.

“I’m Bucky, by the way.”

“So, is it just you and your Dad at the shop?” Bucky asks you a short while later, the two of you nestled against a wall in a seemingly very popular Japanese restaurant. The waitress had come by to take your orders already, and even though the place was full to the brim with customers, you still felt as though you had a little bubble of privacy.

You nod at his question, and place down the glass of water you’d just sipped from.

“He and my Mom used to run it together. They loved all that old ‘lost and found’ stuff,” you tell him with a smile, but falter momentarily.

“She passed away a year ago, so I came back to help him out,” you say with a shrug, trying not to make a big deal out of the admission. You realize a little too late that it might be considered a faux-pas to talk about dead parents on a lunch date.

Bucky’s brows pull together slightly, and he gives you what feels like a genuinely sympathetic smile as he listens to you.

“Your Dad is lucky to have you around,” he says, and for a moment you think he might add more, but he doesn’t, eventually shifting his gaze away from you and toward the main bar.

“Where were you before?” he asks then, smoothly changing the topic.

“Oh, uh, I was studying abroad,” you scramble to remember the story you’d been forced to recite to friends and family throughout your mother’s funeral and mourning period, realizing now how long it really had been since you’d gotten out of the shop.

“In Hong Kong, but I also traveled a bit across the mainland,” you add quickly.

“I was gone for eight or so years,”

You’re thankful when your waitress returns seconds later, pulling the focus away from you for a few minutes as you both attempt to rearrange your plates and cups to fit comfortably around the tiny little table.

“So, does your job normally take you on wild chases through random parts of Brooklyn, and if so, what percentage of shopkeepers do you track down the next day?” you don’t mean for your question to sound as playful as it does, but you’re quietly thankful when the man across from you is forced to hold back a laugh as he finishes off his mouthful, his cheeks clearly turning a light shade of pink.

“More than you’d think, and… less than 10%?” Bucky pauses, giving it a moment of thought.

“Ohh, so you’ve done this before, then?” you tease at his unintentionally high answer, making him scrunch his face up in a rather sweet manner as he shakes his head earnestly.

“No, I haven’t. Not like thi–” he cuts himself off with another shake of his head, and seems to recenter himself.

“Sometimes if something gets broken, or people get startled, we might try and come back later to make sure everyone is alright, make sure the damages get fixed up. That sort of thing.”

You nod your understanding, hoping he knew you really had been only teasing. You don’t notice how you both seem to have leant forwards toward one another.

“But I’ve never done anything like– like this before,” Bucky’s voice is a little softer this time, and you note how his eyes drop from yours momentarily, a muscle twitching in his cheek below his left eye.

You feel your own heartbeat speed up, sending the butterflies in your stomach back into a frenzy. You have to admit that last night you hadn’t exactly been in the frame of mind to fawn, but you’d seen his picture before, and in person it was even more undeniable how handsome Bucky Barnes was, his somehow both confident and nervous demeanor just that much more endearing. You can’t help but wonder though, if it really was confidence, or just honesty.

“I’m glad I did, though,” he meets your eye again after a few seconds, and it’s like a lightbulb suddenly switches on in your brain.

It was silly, completely juvenile, and a guaranteed ticket to the heart-break hotel, but all at once it’s as though the lighting in the restaurant changes, and everything you’d thought handsome and charming about Bucky before has quadrupled.

You feel like a teenager with a crush again, your heart and mind suddenly setting themselves on this one person, though you don’t even fully understand why. For all you know, Bucky had no intentions of seeing you again after this lunch date, and yet, somehow, you know that isn’t true, nor is it the last you’ll see of him.

Something deep in your chest rumbles and vibrates, and you quickly pull back to center yourself, calm your breathing and quell it down.

“I’m glad you did too,” you say at last. Bucky seems to take note of your adjustment, and leans back a little himself, lips tipping up as he sends you a nod.

For a while as you eat you make small talk about the city and your family’s shop, until eventually the subject turns back to the night before.

“Have you been practicing for a long time?” Bucky asks, gesturing at you with his chopsticks and wearing a curious frown. You falter for a moment, caught between the lie you usually told and the truth.

“Yes and no?” You offer with a slight chuckle.

“My aunt owns a wushu studio here in Brooklyn, so I dabbled a bit growing up, but it wasn’t much,” you explain. You’re almost certain that if you did lie to him about this, he’d be able to call you out right away.

“But during my first month in Hong Kong I got so homesick… I ended up stumbling into the nearest kwoon. I guess I was motivated by that. A lot of the lessons I never really ‘got’ as a kid meant so much more to me…” you tell him, satisfied in your half-truth, seeing as it wasn’t really a lie.

“I ended up traveling to the mainland to learn more from different teachers, different styles, you know?” you shrug then, willing yourself to say no more, a little paranoid you’d already said too much.

“I don’t uh, usually get to put any of it into practice, last night was a total fluke,” you wave your hand with an awkward laugh, and Bucky nods his understanding.

“I’m glad. I hate when people get hurt because of…” he seems to think better of finishing his own sentence, cutting himself off with a frown, a misty look passing over his features. A moment later he shakes his head and meets your eye again.

You sense a depth of emotion behind his gaze, no matter how hard he seems to be trying to hide it behind his forced smile. You open your mouth to reply, but something catches your eye over his shoulder, immediately sapping all of your attention.

A man stands at the busy counter, ostensibly waiting with a numbered ticket for his takeaway order, but his posture and demeanor say otherwise. He stands rigid, his eyes scanning from side to side across the restaurant, hawk-like gaze intensely inspecting customers. Despite this, he doesn’t look at you once, which you know means he’s already seen you.

“Does your aunt still have her studio?” Bucky asks, but it sounds like he’s speaking to you through water. You snap your attention back to him momentarily, blinking as you try to process the question.

“Uh, yeah, she does. I… I help out every other weeknight…” you tell him, becoming distracted once more when the man at the counter’s order is called, and he outstretches his hand to exchange his ticket for the bag. On the back of his palm, nestled between his thumb and pointer finger, sits a small black dragon inked onto his skin.

The man takes his food, and with a last survey of the room, he leaves.

You stand suddenly, chair scraping loudly on the floor as you hurry to your feet.

“I have to go,” you say, pulling on your jacket quickly. Bucky blinks in surprise, but stands also, worry painting his features.

“Is everything alright?” he asks, making you pause, and tear your eyes from the doorway to look him in the eye.

“Y-yes. It’s just— I’m running late. I’m due back and I— I think we have deliveries coming,” you lie terribly, and Bucky knows it. Still, he doesn’t call you out on it, just simply stares at you for a moment as your eyes flicker between him and the door.

You wonder if he thinks it’s something he’s done.

“I- I really enjoyed this— really, it’s just that I have to go, I—” outside the window, the man with the hand tattoo crosses the street, moving to walk out of your sight.

“I really have to go, I’m sorry!” You apologize as you extract yourself from within the cramped tables and chairs, feeling awful, but unable to look back at the man you leave behind.

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lillywillow · 3 years ago

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Birthday Wishes

Summary: Bucky wants to plan the best party ever for his young daughter

Word Count: 2430

Square Filled: Free Space

Pairings: Singledad!Bucky x Female Reader/ Steve x Peggy

Warnings: None really

Written for @star-spangled-bingo

Ever since the mother to Bucky’s daughter passed away when she was a baby, he had been totally devoted to her and every year on her birthday, he went all out trying to make it the best one ever.

About a month ago, Tony’s daughter Morgan had a mermaid themed party; complete with a woman dressed as a mermaid. Bucky’s daughter Rebecca had totally raved about it and with her own birthday coming up, he made a note to take one of the business cards with him.

...

The moment Bucky walked into the building, he was in awe. The front of the store was full of costumes, dolls, plushies, pirate treasure chests, fairy wings and wands... every kind of fantasy item a child could possibly want and a lot of it looked handmade. Out the back, he could hear squealing and laughter. A party in progress, perhaps?

“Good afternoon, welcome to Childhood Dreams. How may I help you?” the receptionist asked.

“Hi. I’m looking to book a party? It’s for my daughter...”

“I see. Well, before booking a party, you’ll need to make an appointment with Y/N. She likes to customise her parties to the client. She’s currently doing a performance but if you’re happy to wait, she’ll be done soon...”

“I can wait...”

“Great. Follow me please...”

Bucky followed the receptionist into the back. There was a pirate party taking place with all the children dressed up as pirates. There were props and decorations keeping in tone with the theme and an incredible cake. On the stage up the front was the same woman who had played the part of the mermaid at Morgan’s party, this time she was a pirate, enacting a mighty swordfight with another actor. She really put her all into the performance.

Bucky watched her for a moment before the receptionist pulled him along and guided him to an office along the side. The inside of the office was just as cheerful and childlike as the rest of the place. The desk was lined with small trinkets. Along the walls were various photographs of the woman in different costumes. A princess, a fairy, a friendly witch... there was a costume for every occasion. Bucky was in the middle of admiring them when the door opened and the subject from the photos stepped in.

“You must be the gentleman wanting a party,” she smiled, taking off her hat and eye patch before sitting at her desk and encouraging him to take a seat. “I’m Y/N.”

“Yes, that’s right. My name is Bucky and I’m looking to do a birthday party for my daughter Rebecca,” he said, getting his phone out to show her a picture.

Y/N smiled at the photo of the little girl who was dressed as a princess.

“Tell me about Rebecca. I take it she’s a princess fan?”

Bucky’s face lit up as he spoke about his little girl. Everything that she loved about princesses and fairytales, down to her favourite colours, animals and mythical creatures.

“I’m probably rambling now...”

“No, no, I think it’s sweet to see a father so dedicated to his daughter. Let me show you a few of our packages,” she smiled.

Y/N logged into her tablet to show him a few of the princess themed parties they offered. Bucky looked through the options before deciding on a fantasy type one with princesses, wizards and all things in that vein.

“Will you be having the party here or elsewhere?”

“I think home would be best... unless... here would be better? I don’t know...”

“Some children feel more comfortable on home base and some like going out. It’s really up to you. My job is to give your child the best possible experience...”

Bucky nodded slowly and thought.

“She might like a party in her own backyard...”

“That’s totally fine. I’ll need to visit ahead of time just so I can work on a setup. Now, will you be providing your own cake? If not, I can recommend an excellent bakery.”

“A family friend agreed to make the cake,” Bucky replied.

Y/N nodded and jotted down a few notes.

“What about food?”

“Yes, we’ll be making our own food too.”

Y/N nodded again and wrote down a few more notes. After agreeing on a price, a date and time to meet, his address and the date of the party, Bucky started heading out the door.

“One more thing...”

Bucky turned to look at her.

“I like to ask our clients how they found out about our business...”

“A while ago, you threw a mermaid party for a friend of mine’s daughter. Rebecca couldn’t stop talking about it for days after that...”

Y/N smiled fondly.

“I see... well, I guess I’ll see you when I come to do my inspection. Goodbye, Bucky.”

“Bye.”

As Bucky left the office, he could feel his heart fluttering like it hadn’t done in a long time. Ever since his wife’s passing, Bucky hadn’t even looked at another woman. Well, he had looked but he had always been so busy taking care of Rebecca, he didn’t really have time to be pursuing women. Sure on occasion, he would go on a blind date now and then and Steve would babysit but that would be the extent of it. Bucky thought for sure his dating life was over but talking to Y/N just now... it gave him a lot of hope.

...

Time went by and eventually the day arrived when you went to meet Bucky at his place. Bucky greeted you at the door with a smile and ushered you inside. Smiling, you looked around the place. Pictures of Bucky’s life lined the walls and shelves. Photos of him with friends but most of them were of his little girl. One thing you noticed was the lack of pictures of the girl’s mother. There were a few of her before having the child but not many after.

“So, um... what do you need to see?”

“You mentioned a backyard?” you said, referring back to the interview you had a few days ago.

Bucky nodded and showed you the way. First, you scoped out the best place to conduct your performance then took out your measuring tape to size up the props you might need. As you worked, Bucky could see the gears turning in your head.

“Do you go out to different locations a lot?” Bucky asked, trying to strike up a conversation.

“Not a lot but it’s always fun when we do.”

“How long have you been in business?”

“It’s taken me about ten years to get it off the ground. It’s only been gaining popularity in the last year or so...”

“Wait, so you own Childhood Dreams?”

“Sure do. You see, I always believed childhood should be about fun and games before going onto the drudgery of adulthood. And I help out local business in the process. Most of the items available for purchase were made by local artists. I’m always willing to lend a hand when they need it. That’s why I ask about food. There’s a small bakery a few blocks from the building we’re located who does the most beautiful cakes...”

You suddenly were interrupted by something brushing up against your leg. Looking down, you saw the most adorable white cat.

“Why, hello there. Aren’t you a cutie?” you cooed, bending down to pat the snowy feline.

“This is Alpine. Rebecca is just crazy about her. She’s been a really big help ever since...” Bucky paused, feeling a lump in his throat and tears well up in his eyes.

Alpine trotted over to him and purred as he picked her up.

“Sorry. It’s just... ever since my wife passed when Rebecca was a baby; I’ve wanted to give her the best life possible. I try to give equal amounts of time between her so she can look up to me and work so she has the best things in life...”

You went over and gave him a hug.

“You’re a good man, Bucky. I’ve been in this business long enough to tell the devoted parents from the off-standers. Just by spending a few minutes with you, I already know that you love your daughter and think the world of her. Just make sure you spend a few moments taking care of yourself, okay? It doesn’t have to be much, just enough so you feel good too.”

Bucky gave you a soft smile, knowing that you were right. Everyone had told him as such but sometimes, it’s harder to take advice from the people closest to you.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” he offered.

“Actually, I should get going. I’ve got a children’s charity event I need to get ready for. It’s been really nice seeing you again, Bucky. I guess the next time I see you will be for your daughter’s party.”

“See you then,” Bucky smiled.

He couldn’t wait for the party.

...

Finally, the day of Rebecca’s birthday arrived. Bucky had spent the night before busily transforming his humble home into a castle fit for a princess. He wanted everything to be perfect for his little girl’s special day, buying the most glittery, ruffled princess dress for her to wear, complete with a sparkly tiara. Bucky himself hired a prince costume and even managed to obtain a kitty sized dragon costume for Alpine.

Bucky spent the morning cooking, starting with a plate of pancakes for breakfast before moving onto the finishing touches on the food for the party. He had most of it prepared already but some of it needed heating.

The first to arrive was Wanda with her twin boys who were both in costume. The boys instantly ran over to play with Rebecca while Wanda was left holding the cake she had made along with her purse and the present she had bought. Bucky rushed over to help her with the items and after exchanging greetings and pleasantries, she showed his the cake.

It was everything Bucky could have ever hoped for and more. The cake was purple with ice cream cones decorated like castle turrets, topped with little princess and unicorn figurines and the words ‘Happy Birthday, Rebecca’ written in icing along with the age she was turning. Little pink flowers were piped along the sides.

“Thank you so much, Wanda. Becca’s just going to love it.”

“You’re welcome,” she smiled, giving him a hug.

Soon after Wanda’s arrival was Steve and Peggy with their child followed by Tony, Pepper and Morgan, Sam with his kid and it wasn’t long before all the party guests had arrived. The adults all mingled while the children played together happily. Right on time, Y/N arrived with her scene partner in full costume. She was wearing a knight costume while her partner (whom she introduced as Phil) was dressed as an ‘evil’ wizard. Bucky settled the kids in front of the makeshift stage and let the performance begin.

Y/N started by introducing herself as a knight dedicated to Princess Rebecca.

“That’s me!” Rebecca squealed in delight, jumping to her feet and clapping.

Y/N knelt down to be level with her, crossing her right arm over her chest in a salute.

“I vow to protect you from the evils of the kingdom.”

Suddenly, Phil jumped out of his hiding place.

“Mwa-ha-ha! I am an evil wizard and I am here to change all the cakes into broccoli!”

Bucky thought he was laying it on a little thick but there was a wave of horrified gasps from the kids.

“Not so fast, evil wizard! We will defeat you! Kids, if I’m going to beat him, I’m going to need your help...”

Y/N and Phil made an amazing pair. While Y/N encouraged the children and even a few of the parents to join in, Phil played off their reactions until he was ‘defeated’.

“You win! I will change my evil ways and use my powers for good!” he dramatically cried.

The children all cheered and clapped. The two actors took a bow and started to pack up as Bucky announced it was time for cake. The kids all raced over to where the cake was being brought out.

“Would you two like to stay for cake?” Bucky offered.

Phil looked at Y/N for permission, a hopeful glint in his eye.

“Sure. We have some time before our next appointment,” she smiled. Phil gave a big, childlike grin.

Once everyone had sung Happy Birthday to Rebecca and she had blown out the candles, the cake was served out. Steve approached Bucky.

“Hey, man. How are you doing?”

“A bit tired but seeing the smile on that little girl’s face makes it all worth it,” he softly sighed.

Steve followed Bucky’s gaze to where Rebecca was talking animatedly to Y/N. He could tell the smile on her face was genuine and not just for show. This was a person who loved their job and loved children.

“Is that the same Y/N you’ve been going on about all week?”

“I haven’t been talking about her that much...”

Steve gave him an incredulous look.

“You know, it’s okay to like her. Why don’t you ask her out?”

“What about Rebecca?”

“Peggy and I can look after her while you go out on date. You deserve to be happy too...”

Bucky thought about it for a while and headed over to Y/N and Rebecca.

“Daddy, daddy! Y/N was the mermaid at Morgan’s party! She’s magical...” Rebecca was absolutely smitten with the woman.

“I see... Can I talk Y/N alone for a minute? Then you can open presents,” he smiled.

Rebecca giggled and hugged his leg before running off to play with her friends.

“She’s a darling,” Y/N warmly smiled.

“She is... Listen, Y/N... I was wondering... if you’re not busy tomorrow night... if maybe you’d like to have dinner with me...”

“Like a date?”

Bucky’s face flushed.

“I mean, if you want it to be...”

Y/N kissed his cheek.

“I’d like that. How about 7:00 at the restaurant around the from the Childhood Dreams building. They do an amazing meal...”

“Sounds perfect,” he smiled.

This was one the best days of Bucky’s life. Not only did he pull off the perfect party for his daughter but he took a step back into the dating world with an incredible woman who somehow stole his heart.

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maelysgriffonne · 2 years ago

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Nobody is safe, some were pranks more than other *cough* Steve, Bucky and Sanji *cough* but everyone had to go thought some kind of prank, that why when the four ate together they should always be atleast two personne with them to stop them but it doesn't always work. I'm sure they are capable to boony trap fucking Marinford just to spite on Akainu and this time Ace and Sabo will gladly join.

Mmmm why not, his full name is Fenikkusu but most people just call him Feni (I do the same when english won't come to my brain).

When both got to the captain suit Doc just say fuck it and pull Charlie by the hand and just fall on the bed and start cuddling them (with a light red face, he's in love). Let's say Charlie was surprised but still end up cuddling back to calm down. An hour later Robin came into the room to see how things were and just find the two cuddling (Charlie has there arme wrap around Doc, while Doc was sticking to them) while sleeping, she just smile and got back to the other not without taking a photo.

When Sanji want to try making weird food combo he always go to Inacio so he can be the tester and telling Sanji if it's good or not. (I also did it, it's why I add to and how I was after that, that I don't wich to tell because omg I was a dumbass)

Expect those four nobody understand and James like the confusing, it's funny. Oh god first Tony would a bit apprehensive of Dragon because of the whole not visiting Luffy things, while he understand wanting to protect his son Tony think he could have done better but in the end they did manage to be quite friends over the mutual understanding of having horrible father (Garp was abusive even if it's from a good intention and Howard was an strict parent with a grade-A parenting) and there fusion funny because he will be patient and calm but will roast you in the most stoic and monotone voice possible, he's doing on purpose btw, and imagine what a tech genius with a the biggest enterprise fused with a mesterplanner and leader of one of the most powerful organizations can do. One of Tony nickname is Smaug (the dragon from the Hobbit) and when Tony explain to him, Dragon is not even bother.

Everybody will used the scary dog privilege to get free shit especially Nami, Kaine know there doing this but he doesn't care and he will happily do it even if he doesn't show it Peter and Ben both know but won't say anything just watch with a smile when Kaine do it. Luffy spoke to Peter about it and Peter confessed that he always tried to help him, so in the end bothe decided to get Kaine with Peter and Ben a session with Lucy. After the first session Kaine could be seen closer to his two brother.

Really! Omg yes!! And it's okay if I need to I will find it :).

No no for Ben is just I will fight for you but for Kaine it's definitely I will kill for you, he also will kill for Peter but he will never say it out loud.

Peter hit Kaine behind his head: No you won't dumbass!!! What did I say about killing!!

Kaine: ....... Not to

Peter: Exactly so stop saying bullshit.

Peter just scolding Kaine like the technically older brother that he is.

Btw Peter and Ben are identical in term of look, both are 5,10 and are like Luffy in term of body type but when Kaine was created, the villan (chacal) decided to shuffle shit around when making him so Kaine is 6,4 and has Zoro body type, Pete fucking hate it this bitch has the audacity to be taller. Peter the oldest (duh), Ben the middle one (he was created before Kaine) and Kaine the youngest.

Hey @botankirishima just continuing the one piece fusion au here, because the thread became way to long..... again X).

But anyways here is a list of all the fusion we created so we can remember them more easily:

Luke: Ace/Luffy

Sapphire: Sabo/Luffy

Sam: Sabo/Ace

Axle: ASL

The favorite Lucy (Lucifer): Law/Luffy

Zane: Zoro/Luffy

Raphael: Ussop/Luffy

Louna: Nami/Luffy

Orchidea: Robin/Luffy

Seb (Sébastien): Sanji/Luffy

Cotton: Chopper/Luffy

Mel: Brooke/Luffy

Freddy (lovely named by one of my friends): Franky/Luffy

Arun: Jimbe/Luffy

Senshi: Yamato/Luffy

Caranougat: Katakuri/Luffy

Anchor: Shanks/Luffy

Crow: Law/Luffy/Kid

Coffee: Carotte/Luffy

Luther: Peter/Luffy

Doc: Peter/Law

And here are some my friends created will we were in a vocal on discord:

Sher (Sherlock): MJ/Law

Devil: Monster trio

Deku: Coby/Luffy

Mike (Micheal): Zoro/Sanji

Obsidian: Shanks/Mihawk

Harmony: Uta/Luffy

Asahi: Ace/Yamato

Spiderlily: Robin/Peter

Jester: ASL + Peter

Martin (Martinique): Tony/Shanks

That all of them :).

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MJ is a queen okay, Sanji can't get close to her for two reasons, one she can and will destroy him and two pouting Peter that it. Like I say goth to goth communication, Luther is the sunshine while Sher is the sunshine protector.

Everyone is just exasperated at Ace and Zane sleep competition at this point.

No no I get what you mean, Lucy the therapist will Zane is the emotional support dog and he will happily do it.

You forgot the two queen May and MJ, both of them and Luffy are the only one that can calm down Doc enough. Poor Doc having endless thought going through his mind, an a worrying anxiety level and enhanced senses, he is literally vibrating right now, somebody help this disaster of a man.

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years ago

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Bad Dreams - Bucky Barnes x Avenger (f)reader

Summary: You and Bucky are adjusting to civilian life after the Blip, some nights he needs you more then he realizes.

Warning: bit o angst, soft Bucky, fluff

Masterlist

It had been a long fucking five years alone, sure you had Nat and Steve around at the Avengers Facility. But no matter how much time you spent with them doing whatever to keep your mind busy, at the end of the day, you were undoubtedly alone. You liked it that way at one point in your complicated life as an Avenger, but after the blip, you absolutely despised it.

No one had expected what would have happened to be so terrible and tragic, or it to even go the way that it did. You had never even heard of Thanos or what the fuck kind of weirdass monsters could exist from other parts of the galaxy until they showed up knocking. How rude huh.

Life was peaceful before hand, well for the most part; you were an Avenger, someone who was part of the team. A conjurer of flame and ash, a Phoenix held within that was not afraid to use your power, and you used it well.

Then as per usual, shit went down and low and behold you met the one and only James Buchanan Barnes, Steve’s old friend with the metal arm and troubling history. Not to mention a face to die for, or at least one that would cause a bit of a chaotic scuffle between your two friends. They clearly had other priorities apart from yours at the time which was keep Steve out of jail, don’t burn anyone, and refrain from flirting with his 90 something year old friend. You tried your best in most of those areas. Most of them.

Nonetheless, you fell hard and fast for the blue eyed man, and him the same for you, his feisty little firecracker with a heart as big and bright as a dragons. So when he went to Wakanda to lie low and get some much needed help. You followed.

With a heartfelt goodbye and a lasting kiss, he went under for a couple long weeks until Shuri and her expert team of scientists were able to fix what those bastards at Hydra had done to him.

For a short yet blessedly peaceful amount of time did you and your dark haired lover live safely within the Wakandan borders. In a small and beautiful little village by a lake, a hut all your own to shelter you from the heat and rain that poured hard onto the earth, and most wonderfully of all you had Bucky.

Life was simple for the first time in a long time, you spent the days helping out the locals and teaching the children how to properly swing a stick in defense, you know completely normal leisure activities. Spending the evenings making a big fire to tell stories under and cook the best food in Wakanda.

And the nights? You spent those wrapped up in Bucky’s arm, although most times you would be the big spoon which he loved more then anything in the whole world. Telling you it’s not just because you’re naturally warm, but that he’s been admittedly a bit touch starved from the years alone and lost. And for that you would always hold him closer.

Then that fateful day came crashing into your lives like a waterfall against rock, your friends had shown up claiming some being called Thanos was coming to take a stone out of Vision’s head. Yeah that was a new one.

The battle wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t great either, you were able to save many lives by scorching the beasts that pursed onward. Letting whips of flame slash hard against the enemy with great skill and force from your bending. Then the world seemed to still, and the wind swayed the trees oddly.

Then HE came, the Titan from another world, he threw down all in his path without an ounce of mercy or remorse. You and Wanda were so close, so damn close to stopping him, but then he threw you back with the whole force of the gauntlet and a moment later Vision was dead.

Your head was bleeding and a fresh scar had marked your jaw in a bloody red slash from the impact. Though your mind didn’t have time to register nor care as Thanos abruptly disappeared into oblivion, leaving a confused Thor in his wake. Much like the rest of the Avengers.

Then to your horror, one by one, your friends began to turn to ash and dust. Gone. You raced for Bucky nearby, praying to who’d ever listen to spare him or you for that matter. You just needed ten more seconds and then you could have held him one last time, touched his precious skin, ran your fingers through his long dark locks.

Looked into his ocean blue eyes, but no, the universe laughed as you gasped in panic, then it snickered as you screamed. Cheering you on as you sobbed in a cyclone of your own fire until the ground was scorched to shriveled dry earth. And no more tears could fall, your throat raw and heart broken in two.

Your world was gone, a memory forever kept locked inside your heart and soul. He was gone, he was your world, Bucky made your life better and you his.

For the coming months you were a mess, an angry and frustrated wreck of a person. Functioning by sheer will power and Natasha to keep you afloat in your new dreary little world of nothingness. You envied Steve for his ability to keep most of his shit together, and where almost enraged by Tony who had everything still intact. Pepper and a child on the way, how cruel the universe appeared.

You would wake up in the middle of the night sweating, your heart racing a mile a minute and usually part of the wall behind you would be burnt and blackened. You never set fire to anything thank god, but fuck, your heart hurt so much.

You wanted to scream most days, but as one year rolled into two and then three, the dull dreary ache in your body subdued to a tiny flicker of sadness. It became almost nonexistent during the day as you went about Avenger business, only to burn hot and angry at night.

You wanted to move on and forget, but you couldn’t, he was too important. They all didn’t deserve to go like that, none of them. And so another year passed, then it was year five since the blip, more months passed on. Until out of nowhere something or perhaps someone miraculous lit the way into a new sense of hope.

Resulting in the return of everyone who had been lost before, including your Bucky. And from that moment after the battle, when at long last you had finally found him, you knew life would never be the same.

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Rain pours relentlessly from outside your apartment window, a rhythmic pitter patter near your bedside that aids in keeping you asleep and unbothered for the time being. No sooner do you reach the climax of your dream that consists of you being chased by a giant monarch butterfly with no weapon but a sandbox plastic shovel, do you wake. Strange dream.

All your senses flooding back into you as you feel for your lover in the darkness, your eyes still closed as you do so. Your hand slides across the crinkled bedsheets to no avail, the spot next to you is undeniably empty and rather cold.

oh, Bucky.

Cracking one eye open you glance at the alarm clock where it reads 1:10am in big red letters, illuminating the nightstand that it sits on. You take in a deep breath and roll onto your back to stare up at the ceiling, this has become a reoccurring event with Bucky in the following months since his return.

In Wakanda things were different, it was like a nice prolonged vacation away from all your problems and responsibilities of the world. Now, you two have an apartment somewhere in New York City all your own. Bucky goes to therapy and does his best to integrate back into his new role as a civilian while you work as an Avenger part time. The other half used for being a supporting loving girlfriend to Bucky and a hacker on the side for extra cash in the bank.

You get it though, he’s adjusting the best he’s able to manage right now, and even when he swears the nightmares are gone for good. You know him too well to believe that shit, you can see it in his eyes, he may have been a master assassin at one point. Now he’s with a skilled and almost equally as weathered Avenger who’s seen her share of people really going through it.

It’s not like you were doing any better, you’d wake up screaming in the dead of night from another nightmare involving losing Bucky again. That only lasted for a month or so, but still, it sucked and hurt every damn time. So you get it, nightmares can be a bitch.

Blinking the bleariness out of your eyes, you yawn into the darkness and take a moment to listen to the sound of the rain. It’s peaceful and calm, and though you’d like nothing more then to roll over and fall back into the dark comfortable void of sleep. You long to see Bucky again, even if you saw him not even two hours ago.

Pulling the blanket off of your body, you slowly sit up and face the blurry window that overlooks the glowing city, well more so the park close by. Pushing some hair out of your face, you stand and take a brief moment to stretch before letting your right hand emit a beautiful blue flame.

It proptly lights up the dark room into a shadowed yet still visible one, with a lazy proud smile, you move for the opened bedroom door. Your flame lights the way down the hall until you wander past the tiny kitchen and stop in your living room to the sound of heavy breathing coming from the far end.

You give a lopsided smirk to no one in particular as you pad over to the man who’s sweaty and shirtless on the wooden apartment floor in nothing but his boxers and a single blanket that’s not covering much. Well he sure looks like a hot mess, your hot mess that is.

He gives you an apologetic glance before staring tiredly back at the nearby wall. You extinguish your flame and gently nudge his leg with your sock, “How’s the floor?” You ask with a tinge of humor to lighten the mood.

He lets out a breathy laugh before looking back up at you, “Solid.” Quips Bucky in reference to the hard floor and perhaps his take on the makeshift bed, always one for a bit of humor huh.

Chuckling you crouch down to better meet his shadowed gaze, “I guess so,” You mutter with a shrug, “....afraid I might burn you in my sleep?”

Shaking his head, he gifts you the flash of a smile, “No. Not this time Y/N.”

You smile back before sitting down next to him, you look down at his hand before reaching out to take it without any resistance, “I know it’s the nightmares Bucky.” You whisper softly, your eyes sincere and true, “You don’t have to hold it all in okay, I don’t.....I don’t want you to do that.”

Letting out a reluctant sigh, Bucky frowns, “I know Y/N....I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, I just love you too much to see you hurting. I’ve missed you for what feels like a hundred goddamn years and I don’t want you to slip away from me..” You add with a sad smile, “Never again.”

Squeezing your hand gently, Bucky nods, “You’re not going to lose me okay. I promise you that much alright. I love you Y/N.” And he means every word.

“That’s good then. Can you at least tell me something to ease your mind from what’s bothering you?” You ask with a hopeful smile, “Please. Remember what the therapist talked about with speaking your thoughts and feelings....it’s like emptying a treasure chest or some shit.”

“Right.” Laughs Bucky, “Can’t say you’re going to find any gold in here.”

“Shut up I don’t care.” You muse with a shrug, “I’m here to listen.”

“As the lady wishes.” Retorts Bucky with a half-assed bow that caused you to break out into a small smile at his cheekiness.

“Wait.” You pause.

“What?”

“Can we sit on the couch for this I wanna lay next to you.”

Rolling his eyes, Bucky fakes his annoyance as you patiently await his answer, “Fine.” He confirms, quickly standing up and taking you with him, “But you gotta lay on me I’m kinda cold now.”

Bucky falls onto the large comfortable couch with a dramatic huff as he pulls you onto his shirtless body, “Weren’t you just all sweaty?” You wonder with a raised brow as he quickly wraps his arms around your waist.

“Yep.”

“Gross.”

Bucky chuckles, “Well you’re making me talk about my feelings.”

“That’s because you won’t talk about them with your actual therapist.” You sass back.

“I hate it when you’re right.” Mutters Bucky into your cheek as you snicker at his adorably dramatic self.

“I think your brain short circuited and misplaced the word hate for absolutely love and adore.”

“Maybe.” Adds Bucky as he steals a sweet kiss, “I’m still working through things you know.”

“Okay smartass. Now tell me what’s on your mind.”

His chest rises as he takes a deep heavy sigh, he stares out the nearby window that keeps the rainy city from being bothersome. You can’t completely see his face due to the darkened room, but you’re close enough to see the way his face turns into a frown.

Suddenly you think maybe you shouldn’t have bugged him to speak about his nightmares. Until he purses his lips together and glances those big beautiful blue eyes down at you, the flash of a smile revealing itself in a split second.

To give him a bit more confidence and perhaps to calm his nerves, do you reach a hand up to gently caress his stubbled cheek, “Was it the Starks again?” You whisper softly in question, knowing how much it still haunts him. Among all the others.

Closing his eyes, he leans into your touch, “Not this time.” Mutters Bucky before taking that hand in his as he rests his head against the couches puffy arm. “Someone else.....Someone who got in the way. Wrong place wrong time.”

“oh.” Slips from your mouth quietly, you’re not sure what else to say, but you’re still hoping he’ll speak a little more about it. “Do they have anything to do with your list?”

It’s a shot in the dark, but you’re well aware of Bucky’s goal to make amends with his past and the people tied with it, maybe someone might be linked to it by chance.

Bucky takes another weighted breath, you can just sense how terrible he feels about this person. “Bucky take your time, it’s okay I’m right here.”

Looking for a positive sign you watch as he closes his eyes once again before moving his head a little bit so that it rests against yours, “I know....it’s just, difficult.”

“Always is.”

“Yeah.”

Kissing your forehead, his flesh arm wraps around your waist as he makes himself more comfortable before continuing, “I was in some government building at night.....tasked with eliminating some special high end target. I finished the mission in under a minute, but uh....there was a civilian who saw everything.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah.” Mumbles Bucky against your skin as he takes a moment to gather himself, soon he shifts underneath you once more before letting out a soft breath, “I shot him.”

A bang of sadness washes over you in that brief second and then a sparking anger for what Hydra had forced him to do. You keep silent and wait for Bucky to continue on with his story.

“That guy I killed. He um....he uh, he didn’t deserve that....but I had to.” Bucky’s voice is shaky as he puts his words together, “And you know what’s the worst about this?”

“I’d like not to imagine it but I know you should tell me.”

“You remember Yori?”

“Of course, he takes us to that great sushi place sometimes.”

Bucky squeezes his eyes shut as he hugs you tighter against his bare chest for some kind of comfort, his voice nothing but a regretful whisper, “I killed his son.”

Your eyes soften as he reveals who this mystery civilian was, “Damn.”

“Out of all the people in this world and I meet the man who’s son I murdered for Hydra.”

“That’s almost a sick joke.”

“I know. God I’m so fucked up.”

“No.” You protest softly while he hides his face in your neck, “I know you’ve heard this a thousand times but that wasn’t you. It wasn’t the real James Buchanan Barnes alright, you didn’t have a choice. Those fuckers took that away from you.”

“I know Y/N, but I still did it.”

“Bucky look at me.” You ask kindly, to your genuine surprise he lifts his head from your neck to look into your determined gaze, “You’re not the only one here who was manipulated and had their freedom taken from them by Hydra. I’ve done terrible things too, but you know what? We were never truly ourselves then, they molded us into their weapons and now.....they can never touch us again. You understand me?”

Tears whell up in Bucky’s shimmering eyes at your truthfully honest words, he had temporarily forgotten that you were once an unwilling participant in Hydra’s mind stone experimentations many years ago.

“I understand....” Mutters Bucky as he swallows hard, “what would I be without you?”

Giving him a small tearful smile, you gently wipe away a stray tear from his cheek, “A little bit more alone I’d say.”

“You’re a hundred times braver then me you know that? I couldn’t image five years without you and these fucking nightmares.” Admits Bucky as he moves to rest his head in the crook of your neck, “I’d go insane.”

Appreciating this close proximity and his heartfelt confession, you smile into the darkness, “I think I did. Thing is about shitty situations like that....life moves on and finds a way. I have you now, I thought I would lose you forever.”

“I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Me too.”

#bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #Bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier x y/n #the winter soldier #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #marvel x y/n #marvel x you #marvel #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier

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salted-snailz · 3 years ago

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Grocery Shopping With Bucky

Exactly what the title states

gender neutral reader

sfw crack fic

Bucky is a simple man and only really eats a few certain foods, not like he’s really picky though

He’ll eat just about anything that has flavor

“You know, we used to boil everything”

But after living in Wakanda for a few years, he’s developed a taste for spicy foods

You should’ve seen him the first time he ate something spicy, it was the funniest shit ever

“What is this?” He asked Shuri, taking the unknown snack into his hand

“It’s called a Taki, a spicy snack.”

“Spicy? You mean like salt?”

This white man was unbelievable

He thought he was going to die when he ate it

“IT’S SO HOT MY MOUTH IS ON FIRE HELP!!”

Shuri recorded the entire thing

But that was then, this is now

You never stop teasing him about it though

“Okay, the team gave us a list of things to buy for the compound. Let’s start with breakfast foods.” You said, holding the paper list

First up, 10 boxes of various flavored PopTarts, requested by Thor

what the fuck??

“Do we really have to buy all of them?” Bucky asked you

“I mean, Stark did give us his card so it’s not like we’re paying for it.” You shrug off

Next was a whole bunch of foreign spices requested by Wanda

“This is a fucking Acme”

Okay too bad she’ll have to go in her own then

Natasha only asked for a few simple things, just some fruits and vegetables

“What the fuck is a…” Bucky squints at the list “Pitaya??? Is that a real thing?”

You roll your eyes, “It’s dragon fruit, Barnes. I think she wanted the pink one.”

Bucky looks at the stack of dragon fruits and pauses, “But they’re all pink!?”

Read the labels please for fucks sake

You eventually just grabbed them yourself

Peter just wanted instant ramen and Cheetos

Tony asked to buy more eggs since he burnt all of them in an attempt to make an omelette

What an embarrassing man

Bucky eventually wandered off while you were picking out different snacks for everyone

You found him in the fruit aisle, stuffing a bag with about twelve plums

“Do… do we need that many?” You asked him

He glared at you and squinted his eyes “Who the fuck is ‘we?’ These are for me.”

You didn’t question it

You and Bucky had two full shopping carts when the trip was done, and had spent a total of “a shit ton of money”

But it didn’t matter because it was Tony’s card

He’s a billionaire it’ll be fine :)

Sorry I don’t really have much to post right now so send in some ideas!!

Reminder that I write fluff/comfort, crack, smut, and angst! I’m a jack of all trades, master of none

#marvel #marvel crack #crack fic #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #avenger reader #incorrect quotes #snail writes #requests open

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randomshyperson · 3 years ago

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - The Third Year

Series Masterlist || Read on AO3

Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies.

Chapter Words: 7.290K

Chapter Notes: Wanda x Reader friendship is here. And more about the world history. I’m pretty sure this is the last chapter where things are easy going. Just like Harry Potter, things start to get dark during four year. Good reading to everyone, i hope you like the story so far.

Tag list ( let me know if you want to be tagged or removed idk haha) @mionemymind / @abimess / @stephanieromanoff / @yourtaletotell / @tomy5girls / @justagaypanicking / @thegayw1tch / @idek-5 // @myperfectlovepoem // @helloalycia // @ENSORCELLME // @AIMEZVOUSBRAHMS // @imapotatao / @aimezvousbrahms/ @ensorcellme/ @helloalycia // @ichala

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Your list of materials is much longer in the third year.

Tony complains that you shouldn't have taken so many classes, but you are so curious to explore the areas of magic that you can't help it.

This time, Mantis meets you in the diagonal alley. You were hoping to spend some time with Gamora and Nebula as well, but once you get a glimpse of their father, you know that's not going to happen.

Thanos is a tall, muscular man, and has a permanent aggressive look on his face. He also kept his hands on the shoulders of his two daughters while they were waiting to be attended to at Flourish and Blotts. You also noticed that your friends were wearing very beautiful and remarkably expensive dark green capes, and just like their father's outfit, they had a bundle of a silver snake. That was the first time you understood what Slytherin pride meant.

"He's scary." Mantis commented softly beside you. You nodded in agreement. Groot, who was a little bigger since you saw him last year, jumped on your shoulder, sitting next to your ear. You smiled at the creature before looking forward again.

You and Mantis were standing at the entrance of store, and saw your friends through the window. You gave up the idea of complementing them when you saw their father.

"Let's restock the potions list first, Mantis." You tell her. "Then we'll buy our books."

You meet Tony again at the Leaky Cauldron after you finish. He hides something from you quickly, but you are distracted by an apple muffin flying towards you, and you don't ask.

Bucky was staying at the Leaky Cauldron because his house had a magical accident. His father said something about a persistent spell flood. Since the rest of Bucky's family were muggle, only he and his father were staying there, solving the problem while Bucky's sisters were at his aunt's house.

Since everyone needed to buy the materials for the new school year, Tony asked you to join his friends when you were done buying your stuff.

After lunch with everyone, Mantis said goodbye to you, and you returned Groot to her hands.

You led her to the exit of the bar, but as you walked back to the table, a conversation caught your attention.

"I'm telling you, they saw him in Sokovia." A bearded man whispered. He looked so nervous, you couldn't help but pay attention. The woman standing next to him, a cup of a strange liquor in her hands, rolled her eyes.

"That's miles away, Thomas." She said. "If Korvac gets anywhere near London, the ministry will send him back to Azkaban in two seconds."

"He's already escaped once, Sara." You rebut the man.

You frown at the conversation. Walking back, you have a thoughtful frown on your face, and Tony teases you.

You get distracted by Steve's jokes about the coming year, and forget all about it.

It's only after you've packed your bag, during dinner, that you remember.

"I heard something strange today." You say casually as Tony and your father dine beside you. "Some folks in the Leaky Cauldron were talking about someone escaping from Azkaban."

Your father chokes. Tony stares at you, and ducks his head when your father looks at him angrily. Howard gaze softens when he looks at you however.

"Honey, who told you that?"

You shrug.

"No one told me dad." You reply. "I ended up overhearing two strangers talking about it. I never knew about anyone escaping from Azkaban before, it seemed important."

Tony kicks you under the table, and you frown in confusion. Your father takes a deep breath.

"Honey, listen to me carefully, will you?" He begins, and you worry at his serious tone. "There are important things going on at Daddy's work. Things that could be dangerous." He says and you look at him in surprise. "You and your brother are too young to be getting into such matters, and I hope you will trust me to keep you both safe."

"Yes, dad." Tony assures, but you remain silent. A moment later, you add:

"Daddy, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"No honey." He says taking back his fork.

"It's okay to tell me what's going on, I won't be scared. I can help..."

"Enough!" He exclaims angrily punching the table. You jump lightly in your chair, startled. Your father doesn't look at you. "I don't want you to hear anything about this anymore. You two are children, and it's dangerous. Have I made myself clear?"

You look at Tony, but he is glaring at the plate in front of you.

Swallowing the urge to cry, you get up, hurrying to run to your room.

Your father calls you several times, but you don't answer.

A few minutes after you are in your bed, he appears in your room. His posture is much gentler than before, and he kneels down beside your bed.

"Honey, hey." He calls to you. You keep your face in the pillow, and he sighs. "I'm sorry for yelling at you." He says, and with your silence, he continues. "Can you forgive me?"

It takes a few seconds, but you look at him, and nod. Howard smiles faintly.

"You and your brother are the most important things in my life." He says fondly. "And I would never forgive myself if something happened to you because of me."

"Dad, you can't control what is in the rest of the world."

Your father chuckles lightly.

"Yeah I know." He says. "Damn, I wanted you to stay a little girl forever, so you wouldn't be so smart."

You laugh, pushing his shoulder lightly.

"You're not going to tell me what's going on, are you?" You ask and your father sighs, looking away.

"It's nothing that will affect you honey." He says. "It's just problems of the magical world. I don't want you meddling in something like that. Not at this age."

You sit down on the bed next, raising your pinky to your father.

"I swear I won't pry into such business if you promise to tell me if things get serious enough for me to know."

Her father laughs, raising his own pinky then.

"I promise, kiddo."

You both laugh as you take the oath, and your father hugs you next. When he lets go and stands up, you pull his hand away.

"Apologize to Tony, Daddy." You ask surprising him slightly. "He doesn't like it when you yell either."

Your father sighs, bending down to kiss your forehead. He asked you to go to sleep before he closed the door.

//-//

It is very cold when you arrive at Hogwarts.

But you don't care because all your friends link arms and walk together, making you laugh at the confused looks you get when the other students notice the small row.

Over dinner, your mood changes quickly however.

"I imagine it has come to the attention of many students here, especially the older ones, the recent untoward events in the magical world." Principal Harkness began during the announcement of the new school year. She had a serious and authoritative tone, and deep dark circles under her eyes. You have never seen her like this before. "But for those of you who are not aware, the dark wizard known as Korvac escaped from Azkaban a few months ago." The hall exploded into murmurs at the mention. You saw Professor Strange lock his jaw, probably disagreeing that such a topic should be broached with eleven-year-olds. "After much consideration, the Ministry of Magic thought it best to apply additional security to the castles."

"So, starting next week, we will have special guests at the Hogwarts castles; The ministry has determined that aurors and Azkaban guards will be guarding the outside of the grounds."

The crowd erupted in boos as soon as the words echoed in the hall. Your Hufflepuff colleagues remarked in horror that the dementors, the guards of Azkaban, were terrifying, and you sought your brother's gaze at the Slytherin table, but he was looking earnestly at the principal.

Agatha sighed impatiently, and the hall fell silent. She asked everyone to be careful with the guards in Azkaban, not to give them reason to fight back. And then she returned to the daily announcements as if nothing had happened.

You didn't eat very well after that.

History of Magic with Professor Okoye was one of the hardest classes in school.

You were hoping to get decent grades this year, but you were assigned to be with Peter as your pair, so you knew you would have to work for two, as your friend had no interest at all in that subject.

"Why don't you try to pay attention?" You asked slightly annoyed as you made your notes. Quill was drawing small dragons in his notebook.

"I want to be a famous Quidditch player, I don't need to know the history of the Goblin revolution for that."

You sighed, turning your attention back to the blackboard. Several minutes after class had begun, a Gryffindor student raised his hand.

"Professor Okoye, may I ask you a question?" it was Thor Odinson, and he seemed to have grown at least twenty inches over the summer. You noted that his hair was also longer when you looked back, wondering who was speaking.

"Of course, Odinson." The teacher said with a gentle smile. Thor cleared his throat as he lowered his hand, seeming to hesitate.

"Could you tell us about the Mephisto followers?"

The room fell absolutely silent at the mention of the name, and many students looked at Thor with wide eyes. The smile on Professor Okoye's face completely disappeared.

"Where did you hear that name, boy?" she asked sternly, Thor swallowed dryly.

"M-my father, ma'am." He replied. "I heard him send a bawler to the ministry quoting that name. When I asked, he told me to study the history of the wizarding world. I thought I would ask you because I couldn't find anything in the books."

The room looked at the teacher expectantly. Okoye sighed, seeming to decide whether to talk about it or not.

"Listen to me carefully please." She asked as she walked around the tables. "Some years ago long before any of you were born, there was a sorcerer who made all the wrong choices. He sought immeasurable power, and was never satisfied with his own abilities. And many other wizards believed that the quest for ultimate power was something worth dying for. When this wizard became a symbol of power and cruelty, he named himself Mephisto."

Her classmates exchanged startled looks, but the teacher continued to tell.

"The dark wizards and witches who supported this quest became known as the Followers of Mephisto, or Walkers of Death. The magical ministries around the world banded together to put an end to the group, and there was a great battle, where most of these wizards were imprisoned or killed in a duel."

"What happened to Mephisto?" Thor asks suddenly, interrupting the narration. The teacher hesitates, but then gives a reassuring smile.

"He's dead, of course." She assures.

"My mother says he was never found." Added another classmate, you think her name is Valkyrie, but you've never talked to her. Much buzz runs through the room at her utterance, and Professor Okoye twists her fingers nervously.

"When the Walkers of Death were eliminated, Mephisto lost his power." She tells seriously. "The last person who faced him is related to someone in this room actually."

Professor Okoye turns to you, and you want to sink into your chair, feeling your heart soar.

"Auror Howard Stark was the last sorcerer to fight Mephisto before his demise. Thirteen years ago." She says and you feel all the stares on you. "But that's enough from this matter for today, students. Mephisto's story is taboo in our witch community because of the thousands of lives that were lost during that period." She adds, "I hope you will be respectful about the memory of those victims, and not comment on such a thing, or mention the name of this despicable wizard again."

The teacher closes the subject after that, looking upset. You can't pay attention to the class again when she goes back to talking about the magical revolution.

//-//

"Did you knew about that?" You ask angrily when Tony looks unimpressed when you approach him in the third floor hallway, after searching all over the school for him.

He looks tired.

"Stop talking so loud, will you?" He asks looking around. "Of course I knew, I've been researching this story for months."

You frown in confusion, and Tony rolls his eyes leaning against the bookshelf next to him.

"I didn't tell you anything because you're only thirteen!" He adds nervously. "That's not children's business."

"It is my business if it involves our family!". You retort angrily. A group of students walk past you, looking at you curiously, but Tony just pretends to be admiring the trophies until they leave.

"Look, I don't really know what happened, but dad used to be an auror when mom was alive." He recounts. "And then he took on this powerful sorcerer, and mom died when you were born. He became an inventor, switched departments in the mystery, and nobody talks about this Mephisto guy nowadays."

"Do you know what this has to do with the wizard who escaped from Azkaban?" you ask with your arms crossed, Tony gives a chuckle.

"Isn't it obvious, sis?" he retorts wryly. "Korvac was Mephisto's greatest ally at that time. And he escaped from the most secure prison in the world. A lot of people think that means the walkers are getting back in business again."

"My god Tony, why didn't dad tell us any of this?" You ask worriedly and Tony laughs humorlessly, looking upset.

He straightens his posture and points to the glass on the trophy shelf that was propped up.

"And there's more." He says. "Take a look at that."

You turn your face to stare at the objects that were stored there. Most were trophies, but there were also pictures of the Quidditch teams from previous years. Tony is pointing to one of those.

"No way." You whispered as you see it. In the caption on the board, it read "Howard Stark and Erik Lehnsherr receiving awards for their honorable service to the school." It was your father and your teacher, probably in their senior year, and they seemed both content. The magical photograph showed them hugging each other by the shoulders, huge smiles on their faces, and two golden cups in their hands.

"Yes, little sister." Tony said also looking at the picture. "Dad and Magneto were friends in school days. I wonder what happened to Professor Lehnsherr to make him so bitter. He looks happy in that picture."

The sound of the bell announcing the next period makes you jump in fright, as you were completely distracted by the photograph in front of you.

"Let's talk about this later, Tony, I have charms now and..."

"No way, Y/N!" Tony interrupted frowning. "That's none of your business. Dad told me that you promised to stay out of it, and I agree with him. You're too young!"

"Oh and you think he'll like knowing you're investigating this whole story?" You retort and Tony sighs, looking away, "That's what I thought.

"I'm not going to get you mixed up in this story."

"Fine, I'll find out on my own, then."

"Y/n..."

"See you, Tony."

//-//

Having dementors in the castle is really scary.

It's been two weeks since classes started, and with the first Quidditch game of the year approaching, you're pretty anxious.

You didn't make much progress in your research during those days. None of the professors wanted to say anything about Mephisto's time, and you lost fifteen points when you tried to ask Professor Lehnsherr about his school days, for being a snoozer.

The only things you found out other than what Tony told you were what Gamora and Nebula shared with you. They mentioned that Thanos was particularly busy during the summer, and that they had never seen him go to the Ministry so often before.

You also started reading the Daily Prophet, and every day they would publish something about Korvac's escape, even if it was only to say that there was no news in the case.

When the day of the first match arrived, you ignored the strange feeling that settled on the edge of your stomach as if something bad was going to happen.

You are overjoyed when you are in the air, waiting for the match to start, and notice that all of Tony's friends, including yourself, have yellow flags in their hands to cheer you on.

Everything goes well until the end of the first half.

You noticed a bludger almost reaching your chaser team mate, Clint Barton and moved forward to defend him many meters above the stadium. Because it was raining, your visibility was very poor. You knocked the ball away, but lost sight of Clint, although you heard him shout a thank you. As you dived down again, lightning exploded beside you, and you jumped in fright, feeling your ear whistle as you became completely disoriented.

As you began to get used to your surroundings again, you felt your body become completely tense. The cloud in front of you was almost a face shape, it looked like someone with horns or maybe wearing a tiara. The image dissolved in the next second, and you felt a strange chill run through your body. Releasing the broom handle only to hug your arms, you looked down, the whole team many meters away.

When you tried to join them, something came in your way.

Dementors must have been the scariest thing you had ever seen in your life. And there was one of them right in front of you. You widened your eyes in shock, and the creature looked straight at you.

Losing your strength quickly, you felt yourself slipping off the broom. A feeling as if you had been wrapped in a very painful spell overtook your body as you fell.

//-//

You woke up in a jolt, and warm hands pushed you back into bed.

"Relax, kid." Your brother spoke with a smile. "I swear I'll actually forbid you to play at some point."

"What happened?" you asked confused. All of your friends and Tony's friends around your bed.

"You fell off the broom, damn it." He retorted and you rolled your eyes.

"Yeah but there was a dementor up there..."

"Yeah, everyone saw it." Tony interrupted looking annoyed. "Professor Harkness kicked everyone out of the stadium after Professor Strange conjured up the patronus."

"I have never seen Professor Strange so angry." Gamora remarked next.

"Oh, there's something else." Natasha warned moving around the crowd to stand beside you on the bed. "Your broom fell into the Whomping Willow, and well. It' s right here."

In Nat's arms were the remains of what had once been your Nimbus 2000. You sighed in displeasure, but at least you could ask Jarvis to buy you another one.

After you were released from the nurse's office, Principal Harkness was waiting for you in the hallway. She waved for all your other colleagues to go their ways, as she escorted you to the Hufflepuff common room.

"Tell me, dear, are you feeling all right?" She asked tenderly. You nodded in agreement as you walked.

When you reached an empty hallway, she stopped walking, and touched your shoulder so that you would do the same. She knelt at your height and looked deep into your eyes.

"Tell me what you saw up there."

" Professor, I don't remember..." You started to say, but then fell silent, immediately recalling what you saw as you gaze the purple glow in front of you. It was as if your thoughts came out of your lips before you even thought to say them. "I saw an image in the clouds, it was like a horned creature or someone wearing a crown. Then the dementor reached me and I felt an immediate chill and unhappiness. I had the feeling that I was wrapped in a sensation of pain as I fell down."

The professor seemed to absorb every one of your words. She smiled then, her eyes returning to their normal color quickly, making you believe you had imagined the whole thing.

"Thank you dear." She said. "Let's keep this between us, okay?"

When you two walked back, you didn't remember any conversation at all.

//-//

Your first trip to Hogsmeade is amazing.

You buy two bags full of candy at the Honeydukes, and then you and your friends go to the Three Broomsticks, to have some buttery beer.

Quill seems to have become friends with Pietro Maximoff during Quidditch practice, because as soon as they see each other, they greet with a hug.

You ignore the feeling of nervousness that settles on the pit of your stomach when your gaze meets Wanda's.

Your friends don't mind sharing a table with the Maximoff twins, and that's how you end up sitting a few feet from Wanda, Gamora's watchful eye on you trying to understand why you're so quiet and flushed.

"Everyone is so nervous about the dementors at the castle, that I think we should try to do something fun. Like throw a party." Quill suggested to the group. Mantis looked excited.

"I think we could do something before Christmas." Gamora suggested and the group agreed.

"Does anyone have any idea where we can have this party? Quill asked." Since we are from different houses, maybe the common rooms are not a good option. I heard that the Slytherin kids don't really like the Hufflepuffs.”

Quill's teasing makes Wanda roll her eyes, but the rest of the table giggles. You look away to your cup.

"We could use some empty room on the seventh floor." Pietro suggested, and Quill gave an excited exclamation.

"This is a great idea." He said. "If the older students are going to participate, we can get some prefect to cover for us."

Quil looks at you and Mantis has to poke your shoulder for you to notice and pay attention.

"Sorry, what is it?" You ask when you notice all the looks on you.

"Can't you convince Steve Rogers to join us? He's your brother's boyfriend."

You laugh, nodding in agreement

"Okay folks, I'll try to call them all."

On the way back to the castle, after you spent the afternoon talking about the most diverse random subjects and telling jokes, you leave your hands in your pocket, because it is very cold.

Quill and Pietro start playing tag, and Wanda walks alone. You hurry up to join her.

"Hey." You greet with a smile, Wanda also has her hands in her pockets.

"Hey". She responds kindly.

"Is everything all right?"

"Yes?"

"Are you asking me?" You say back with humor and Wanda laughs, looking at the floor as she walks. "I… I thought it was cool this afternoon." You confess the next moment, feeling your face get hot. "With everyone together, I say. And you and your brother, it's ... you two are nice."

"Thank you, Stark." She replies with a smile. You move your fingers inside your pocket before you speak again.

"If we're going to be friends, you can use my first name". You say and Wanda looks at you, but you keep looking forward.

"Are you sure?" She asks after a moment. You frown without understanding. "Are you sure you want to be my friend?"

You look at Wanda in surprise. But then your expression softens.

"I thought we were going to be friends last year, but you looked angry every time you saw me."

Wanda laughed lightly, looking ahead.

"Yeah, I… I'm sorry about that." She says. "It wasn't something you did. It was just a few things I heard. And I ended up thinking that you were judging me like everyone else at that school." She tells you. "It would make sense since you saw me face the troll." Wanda whispered the last part. You bit your bottom lip before speaking again.

"You could have talked to me, you know?" You say. "I kept thinking that I had done something wrong."

Wanda said nothing, and you sighed, running your hands through your hair.

"We can forget about it and be friends now, what do you think?" You then suggested a smile on your face.

Wanda looked at you, and her green eyes cause something in your stomach to sink.

"I would like that."

"Cool." You comment breathlessly.

//-//

Being friends with Wanda is so natural that it almost surprises you.

Now whenever you sit down at the Slytherin table, there are two new members in your group of friends.

Eventually you discover that it was Quidditch that build Quill and Pietro friendship, as they stopped fighting because they were spending a lot of time training together.

At the Slytherin table, you know that Pietro and Quill receive angry looks because they are from Gryffindor, but no one has the courage to say anything to you, perhaps it is the deadly stare that Wanda gives anyone who dares to look foully at her brother.

You also succeed in inviting Steve and Tony, in addition to your brother's other friends, to the party before Christmas. Steve says that you all can use the old Astronomy room on seventh-on Saturday, and that the curfew would be at ten o'clock. The news of the party ends up spreading quickly around the school, but your friends don't seem to mind that it stopped being something small just between you guys.

When the day finally comes, you wear a comfortable jeans and sweatshirt set, realizing that it is a choice of clothes much more similar to Muggle-borns than pureblood but no one seems to care.

"Hey, you took so long" remarked Gamora as soon as you went up to the seventh floor and met her at the door of the room. "Come on, everyone is already in there"

As you took some of the non-alcoholic fruit drink that Mantis helped Quill make, you looked around the room. You waved sheepishly when your eyes met Wanda's, who was coming in. She looks very beautiful in her wine red sweater, and she smiled at you, and you didn't understand why you felt your stomach flip.

Soon everyone were all together, talking animatedly on various subjects. When Quill and Pietro started doing a dance competition, you laughed so hard that your belly was aching when they were done.

//-//

You have your first Divination class that week.

Professor Heimdall was already waiting for the students while he was sitting on a kind of ivory throne in the corner of the room, which smelled of incense that made your head spin slightly. It really was a remarkably mystical and mysterious environment, even for a magic school. The illumination was limited due to long white curtains on the walls, and there were many candles scattered around the room. Mantis whispered that this kind of thing was done to increase concentration when working with this kind of magic.

"Welcome to our first meeting on Divination, students, the most complex and unstable of magical arts." began the professor as soon as everyone was seated at the tables spread around the tower. "I must warn you that if you seek answers to your most personal questions here, you will most likely not find them. There is no stability in this subject."

Some students commented softly among themselves, but no one seemed willing to contradict the professor, his yellow eyes roaming over everyone in the room.

"Let's begin today's class with an introduction to the basics of study in divination." He warns, and with a flick of his wand, the cupboards at the back of the room open, and from there several sets of cups fly out to all the tables. Then the professor touches his wand to the teapot on the table, and it multiplies into four pairs, flying around to serve everyone.

When everyone has their cups full, Professor Heimdall goes to the small blackboard, and begins to explain how divination works. You hurry to start writing it down.

Many minutes later, when you have finished your tea, Mantis pokes your shoulder.

"Let me look at yours and you do mine?" she asks and you nod, handing her your cup. You clear your throat, looking intently at the dregs of tea in Mantis' cup.

"I don't see anything." You grumble, trying to concentrate. The powder doesn't seem to form anything.

"Remember to check the symbols in your books." Warned Professor Heimdall aloud the next moment. You took a deep breath, running your fingers across the paper as you tried to identify the images.

"Mantis, let's switch, I don't think I'm getting anything..." You start to say softly looking at your book, when you glance at your friend however, you frown in confusion. She has her gaze glazed on your cup, one hand covering her mouth, "Mantis, what happened?"

She gasps softly, and you straighten your position as you notice a thick tear running down her cheek, feeling your heart soar with worry.

"I'm... I'm so sorry." She sighs breathlessly, dropping her cup on the table. The noise attracts everyone's attention, but Mantis is getting up the next moment, and running out of the room. You stand up, but Professor Heimdall puts his hand on your shoulder.

"Don't worry, miss Stark." He says. "It's common for those more sensitive to divination to have that kind of reaction in their first contact with the spirit world." He explains with a tender look. You don't understand why, but his voice calms you. "Go back to your activity, I will talk to your friend."

He waves to the rest of the room next, and then leaves. You sit back down, exchanging worried glances with Gamora and Nebula who are at the table in front of you.

Your first action is to look at the cup that Mantis has thrown on the table, but the impact has broken it at the bottom, and the liquid has run down the cloth. You sigh in dissatisfaction, using your wand to clean up the mess.

When class is over, Gamora and Nebula quickly join you.

"Any idea what that was about?" Gamora asks as you walk together through the castle.

"No, she just got a glazed look in her eyes, and then she ran off." You count. "I'll try to ask her in potions class."

"Maybe she saw some evil omen." Nebula comments, and Gamora elbows her in the stomach. "Ouch."

You frown worriedly.

"Does that mean something bad is going to happen to me?"

Gamora denies with her head, forcing a smile as if trying to reassure you.

"Bad omens can be many things, even something silly, like losing a sock in your room." She says and you leave your hands in your pockets, not feeling reassured by this information.

"Yeah, but Mantis wouldn't cry over a sock." You retort and Nebula nods in agreement, but Gamora has a serious expression.

"I'd rather think it's nothing bad." She says. "Professor Heimdall said it's normal for sensitive students to have that reaction, isn't it?" She adds and you shrug. "Maybe she's just been watching you lose a game or something, but she was so overwhelmed with having seen something, that she got emotional."

"I hope you're right." You grumble as you reach the stairs. You sigh. "See you at lunch, girls. Have a good History of Magic class."

Gamora and Nebula wave goodbye and head in the opposite direction from you after they watch the staircase move.

You hurry to avoid being late for potions.

//-//

Mantis doesn't come to the dungeon either. You poke Quill in the back as he sits down in front of you, and ask if he's seen her anywhere, but he shrugs, worried that you don't know either. You just sigh, telling him what happened in class.

"I'm glad I didn't take that subject." He says as he hears the story. "I've heard that some people learn to see the day that the other person is going to die. That's scary."

You laugh incredulously.

"That sounds like a lie."

Quil shrugs his shoulders. "That's what I heard."

You wish you could talk more, however Professor Erik entered the room the next moment, and everyone fell silent. You tried to forget about the divination class by concentrating on making your poison antidote correctly next.

//-//

You only found Mantis at lunchtime.

Or rather, she found you.

You had just come out of charm class, and she was waiting for you outside. You looked at her with surprise and concern, but she just smiled, looking much more relaxed than earlier.

"I'm sorry I disappeared." She says. "Professor Heimdall thought it best that I get some rest, and then he taught me some things about aural sensitivity."

"I don't know what that means." You comment making her smile.

"It doesn't matter." She says. "I'm sorry for scaring you earlier."

You shake your head.

"Mantis, come on, no need to stress about it." You retort. "I was worried about you, and I'm sure it wasn't your fault."

Mantis smiles, looking forward. You bite the inside of your cheek, finding her strangely calm and distant.

"Do you remember what you saw in my cup?" You ask hesitantly, and a small glint passes through Mantis' eyes, but then she smiles quietly, denying it.

"It was no great thing, I believe." She says. "Professor Heimdall has assured me that it must have been just a bad memory, and that there is nothing to worry about."

You frown, but something in Mantis' expression tells you that she just won't talk about it anymore. Not wanting to make your friend uncomfortable, you don't press the issue again.

//-//

It's Christmas again, and you don't go home.

This year Hogwarts is much emptier than it usually is, and you know that it's because of the dementors.

The vast majority of the families, even those who usually leave their children at Hogwarts, have asked the students to return home. Your father briefly mentioned in his last letter how there were many requests for shift changes during the holiday period.

Tony also stayed in the castle, you knew he was planning to enter the forbidden section of the library, and he had told you to mind your own business when you asked if you could help.

Surprisingly, Gamora and Nebula returned home. It was very unusual because Thanos didn't like parties, but they promised to write to you. Mantis always returned home, so you just handed over your present before hugging her goodbye. Quill and the Maximoffs stayed with you.

"You know you're losing right?" you remarked with amusement as you were spending time with your friends in the Gryffindor communal room, a wizard chessboard in front of you. Quill let out an annoyed groan.

"That game is harder than it looks." He grumbled looking at the pieces. " Knight move to E3 please."

The piece moved, cursing softly that Quill was making a stupid move, and you laughed.

"Can't you see her bisbe right there you idiot? "Squinted the black item, and Quill sighed in irritation.

"You want to play by yourself, do you?" He retorted, and Pietro and Wanda who were watching you two, giggled.

"Are you talking to the game, Quill?" Pietro teased as if the boy in front of him was crazy.

After you beat Peter, it was your turn to face Pietro. He was a much better player, but he still made a lot of thoughtless moves.

Someone walked past the door, and you heard noises of footsteps, and then there was a girl joining you all.

"Hey, Monica!" Pietro greeted the girl cheerfully as soon as he saw her. The girl smiled at him. "Guys, this is Monica Rambeau, she is..."

"Professor Rambeau's daughter." Quill completes as if it is obvious. And you and Wanda smile at the girl. "Everybody knows Monica, man."

"What are you guys doing?" The girl asks curiously.

"Playing chess."

"Losing at chess, you mean right?" you tease with a smile. Pietro and Quill laugh in agreement, Wanda is distracted by the book in her hands.

"Do you want to hang out with us?" Pietro asks.

"Actually, I'm going to go outside." Monica says excitedly. "I just went in to get a coat. Darcy and I are going to make a snowman. Why don't you guys join us?"

You exchange glances with your friends. They all seem to think the same thing. And that's how you end up in the outside yards, in a snowball war.

" Back off, Pietro, I'm on your team!" You yell at the older Maximoff who has just hit you with an icy snowball to the chest. Pietro laughs.

"In war it's every man for himself!" He shouts running toward you. You laugh as you run away from him, preparing to hit Quill who is in the opposite direction.

"Hey, get down!" You heard someone shout and you turned around, obeying the order as soon as you noticed Darcy's raised arm toward you. She threw a snowball at someone behind you, and you laughed when Pietro let out an exclamation. Running toward the girl, you thanked her with a wave of your hand before running back.

After hitting Monica and Quill twice, you ran out of Pietro's reach when he appeared at your side, laughing. Stumbling, you ended up miscalculating your speed, and knocked Wanda down next.

"That's a foul." Joked Pietro as he watched you two fall, laughing along with both of you. Before he could throw a snowball at you, Quill was back and he ran. You helped Wanda up as you apologized for knocking her down.

"One point each." She says holding the snowball at chest height. You smile, and wait for her to throw the snow at you. She laughs when she has done so gently, pushing the ball against your shoulder, the icy liquid running down your blouse making you shiver slightly.

You pick up a snowball from the ground next, but when you look at Wanda, her face flushed with cold, and emerald eyes sparkling with amusement, you don't have the heart, and just smile wryly, making her look at you curiously.

"What is it?" she asks confused by the way you are just looking, making no mention of throwing the snow at her.

But the moment was broken next, when you all heard an animalistic noise nearby, and turned your heads with curiosity.

A few meters away was the guardian of the lands, Drax, leading a line of winged horses through the snow. You and your friends let out a chorus of excitement.

"Wow, look at the size of those horses." Pietro commented looking in the same direction.

"They're not horses, people!" Monica exclaimed excitedly. "They're unicorns! Mom said we were going to study them next class don't you remember?"

Only when Monica said this did you squeeze your eyes shut to get a better look, and you could see the white horns in the distance. Drax waved at you from a distance when he noticed that you all were looking. He led the horses to the area where the class on Magical Creatures was usually held, and you saw that Professor Rambeau was waiting for him.

After that, it seemed to get colder. And you all decided to go inside and have some hot chocolate, as you took your friends into the kitchens. The elves were happy to serve you sweet breads and cakes, even outside of dinner time.

//-//

On Christmas morning, all of your friends, including Tony and Natasha who was Tony's only friend to stay at Hogwarts, gathered at the same table in the main hall for the gift exchange.

"Stop fussing, boy, you'll mess up the presents!" You heard Darcy complain to Quill. She and Monica were also with you because Pietro invited them. Neither of you guys minded, because they were very nice.

"I'm just trying to get a peek." Retorted Peter raising the gift package in the air out of Darcy's reach.

"It's not your gift, so you can't look!"

You laughed at the interaction, finishing opening the package in front of you. Natasha had given you a new collection of wand care products and you loved it.

"You do need to take better care of your wand indeed." Teased Tony when he saw the gift. You laughed while waving a middle finger at him, and stood up to hug Nat in appreciation.

Most of the gifts were clothes, and candy. You bought a collection of exploding snap cards for Quill, and he was very pleased, already throwing the cards on the table to play with everyone. Pietro and Monica eventually agreed to participate, while Darcy watched them.

"That's mine right there." You said shyly to Wanda as she picked up one of the packages from the stack. "I hope you like it."

Wanda bit her lower lip in anticipation as she opened the package. And when the red scarf became visible, she fell silent, and it was your turn to be nervous.

"I know you're from Slytherin and all, but I've noticed that you really like red." You hasten to justify. "And then I saw this scarf in Hogsmeade and I remembered that day after charms class that you forgot your scarf and Pietro lent you his and so I thought it would be a good idea and..."

"I loved it." She interrupts looking at you. Her cheeks redden and a tender smile on her lips. You relax with relief immediately.

"Oh, right." You say. "Good, then."

You think you've been looking into Wanda's eyes too long, because your face is starting to heat up. But Peter gives a celebratory shout for getting the card move right, and you and Wanda look away quickly. She puts on her scarf next, and you look down at your lap to hide the silly smile that insists on escaping your lips.

//-//

When classes at Hogwarts return, the Dementors leave.

Apparently there was a big commotion in the Ministry of Magic. You hear many students commenting on this during the class break. And then there is a story in the Daily Prophet saying that Korvac was killed in combat with aurors in London, but there are also many people saying that this is a lie, and that he has run away again and the Ministry of Magic doesn't want to assume to the public.

Anyway, Headmistress Harkness removes the dementors from the castle and the atmosphere in the school improves considerably.

Nebula has a large purple mark on her left eye when she returns. Gamora tells everyone that she fell off her broomstick. You choke when she tells only you that it was Thanos who did this after he caught her snooping in his office.

"You can't tell anyone about this, okay?" She asks tearfully and you nod frantically, hugging her to calm her down. "I've never seen our father like that."

"It's okay now, Gamora." You say tightening in your embrace. "I will help you."

When you write to your father, asking what to do in a situation where the dangers are indoors, he says that Stark Mansion is big enough to accommodate your friends.

When you come home for the vacations after doing very well on your final exams, Gamora and Nebula are with you.

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