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ga-yuu · 3 years ago

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~Kurama~Main Story Chapter 19~

Warning!! The story has strong language, gore, and attempted rape.

Chapter 18

-------Part 1-------

Kurama: “I’ll feel better when you’re out of my sight....because I want to get rid of this feeling in my heart.”

Yoshino: “.......I see.”

Kurama’s voice sounded as if he was condemning my sin, which I falsely attributed to a small smile.

Kurama: “But you and I will meet again on the battlefield. It would be easy to snuff out a dream....It might not be a bad idea to leave you under the cherry blossom tree on this day forever.”

(Eh?)

The wind blew harder than ever, causing petals to fly in the air.

A moment later I squinted at the momentum----Kurama gently turned his head towards me.

Yoshino: "Mm....."

Our lips meet and a sad moan escapes from my mouth.

We didn't know which one of us was melting from the heat.

Yoshino: "Mmm....haa....ahh.."

(....Why?)

His tongue slipped through the thin lips and tickling the sensitive areas.

He stimulated all the right places and my body was supported by his strong arms.

When I opened my eyes, my view was blocked by my messy bangs disturbed by the wind.

Yoshino: "Nnn...."

Our lips separated with a faint wet sound.

My hair was a mess and Kurama gently adjusts it without saying a word.

Kurama: ".............."

Our gazes intertwined and our wistful breaths touched.

Kurama: "I'd rather kill you than have someone else kill you. Until then, stay alive."

Yoshino: "........"

The words were too dangerous to be an expression of possessiveness and smelled too much of blood to be a confession of love.

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1. I won't get myself killed...(+4/+4)

2. Kurama is the one who must not be killed.

3. No reaction...

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Yoshino: "I'll do my best not to get killed..."

(For myself and for my friends...)

Kurama: "Good. I like that about you."

At some point, the residue of the withered tears was swept away by the wind along with the petals.

Kurama: "Yoshino. From now on....you're not my toy."

Yoshino: "......Mm."

I felt my heart tear into a thousand pieces, but I pretended not to know the pain.

Yoshino: "Because now....I'm Kurama's enemy."

I did not ask or speak about the meaning of that kiss.

.................

Time moves on, leaving stagnant thoughts behind.

Yoshino: "I think that's pretty much it for packing."

-------Part 2--------

Yoshino: "I think that's pretty much it for packing."

(Finally, today is the day I leave here.)

The Shogunate and the Rebels each have a system whereby only the messenger and a few soldiers as my escorts precede them to the battlefield.

(The Rebel messenger is going to take me and hand over to the Shogunate messenger on the battlefield....)

(Then, as soon as the two sides' main armies join up, the war begins, right?)

I gently looked at the shiny stone in my hand.

(As a member of the Shogunate I fight against the Rebels.)

Yoshino: "Kurama.....is going to kill me."

(I, too, cannot protect anything unless I am prepared to do so.)

(And yet...)

(I still have such a crush on Kurama.)

I gripped the stone tightly and dammed up the emotions that were about to spill out.

Yoshino: "...................."

And then, I stood up and I went out-----

..............

Yoshino: ".......I'm coming in."

I called out softly and opened the sliding door to enter.

I already had a hunch that the room owner----Kurama would be out.

(.....Forgive me, Kurama. For entering your room without your permission. I'll leave as soon as I've done my business.)

I apologize in my heart and kneel down on the shelf at the end of the room.

The shiny figurines owned by Kurama were carefully arranged and sparkled.

Yoshino: ".................."

I take out the shiny stone I picked up from the Otherworld and placed it between the beautiful ornaments to hide it.

The small white fragments glow dimly like the daytime moon.

(....If we can't let go of our memories, let's at least leave them behind.)

Yoshino: "Thank you for everything. .......goodbye, Kurama."

As I said those words, my vision again caught the shiny stone and it started filling my memories.

(Somewhere along the line, I naturally accepted that I was your toy.)

(I felt like that was a manifestation of your typical possessiveness.)

(By the time I got to the point where I wanted to be more than a toy, it was..... too late.)

I stood back up and left the room quickly...

I started walking without even looking back.

........................

-----On the same day, evening at Kyoto.

The mysterious light of twilight illuminated the beautifully furnished room.

Ibuki: "I've made you wait, Akihito."

Ibuki walks into the room and sees a young man sitting in front of him smiling languidly.

Akihito: "You have a bad habit to call people immediately and make them wait, Ibuki."

Ibuki: "Looks like you were busy playing with that."

Ibuki pointed to Akihito's lap as if to make fun of him.

He was comfortably beating his drum to pass time.

Akihito: "What else can I do here? Well, anyway..."

------Part 3------

Akihito: "What else can I do here? Well, anyway...Yoritomo has outwitted us all, hasn't he?"

A soft, unreadable smile crept across Akihito's lips.

Akihito: "I didn't think they'd take back the fox princess."

Ibuki: "Why are you laughing about it?"

Akihito: "Why not? You'll manage it, won't you? I sowed the seeds of evil, Yasuchika nurtured them and....Ibuki, it's your job to reap the harvest."

Ibuki: "Pain in the ass."

Akihito: "I thought you loved playing?"

Ibuki: "Okay okay, anything for you."

After a snide retort, Ibuki laughed and sat down next to Akihito.

----To discuss their future plans.

...............

Rebel soldier 1: "The sun will soon be gone. Let's start preparing the camp."

A rebel soldier riding in front of my horse looks back at me.

Rebel soldier 2: "Ah. Hey, are you feeling any better?"

Yoshino: "Yes, I'm doing fine."

As a prisoner of war to be handed over to the Shogunate, I have been treated with respect by the rebel envoys.

It was Yoshitsune-sama who gave the order to do so.

(Yoichi-san and Benkei also were sweet enough to see me off. It is as if they forgot I'm an enemy.)

------FLASHBACK------

Benkei: "I know you're gonna stubbornly say 'No' if I asked you to run away. But nothing can be done now, isn't it?

Yoichi: "We'll just have to hope that we won't run into you on the battlefield."

------FLASHBACK ENDS-----

(Those two also risked their lives to fight for Yoshitsune-sama and their friends.)

(I'm going to stand on the battlefield, so I should learn to face anything.)

On the back of the horse, I look ahead and think about the battle that lies ahead.

At that time-----

Rebel soldier 3: "Hm? What the....?"

(What happened?)

One of the soldiers suddenly looked at the mountainside on his right.

Yoshino: "......Sand dust?"

I gasp at the sound of many horses' feet galloping towards us.

Rebel soldier 1: "No way, an enemy attack!?"

(No way.)

Dozens of men jumped out of the slope and rushed towards us on horseback.

Enemy 1: "She's here! Get her!"

Enemy: *ROARS*

Rebel soldier 2: "Are they from the Shogunate!?"

Rebel soldier 3: "I don't think so. There's no point in making a surprise attack when we've already negotiated so much."

(That's right. So, who are these people....?)

Rebel soldier 1: "We can't let em hurt our prisoners..."

-------The oldest soldier turns to me.

Rebel soldier 1: "And you, follow me closely! Let's get out of here."

-------Part 4-------

Rebel soldier 1: "And you, follow me closely! Let's get out of here."

Yoshino: "Yes!"

The rebels soldiers lined up their horses around me and ran frantically.

I was followed by the shouts of my escorts and the clatter of horses' hooves.

........................

At the same time---Kurama, who was leaning on his side in his room, was playing with the silver crown in his hand.

Kurama: "I don't like it. The glow should be undiminished, but it's not."

As he put the crown reflecting the orange of setting sun, back on the shelf.

A similar sparkling object falls off.

Kurama: "........."

He picks it and was about to place it back, when-----

Kurama: "What the?"

Kurama frowned at the dimly shine of a stone, placed hidden in between his collection.

Kurama: "This is...no way...."

It's as if he's trying to hold on to a memory of someone who's just popped into his head.

Kurama cradles the small stone in his palm.

At that time-----

Yoichi: "Kurama!"

Suddenly, the sliding door of the room opens and Yoichi rushes in, breathing hard.

Kurama: "What is it?"

Kurama's gaze sharpens slightly at the unusual appearance of Yoichi.

Yoichi: "There's an attack. The Court's hands have extended to the party which was sending over Yoshino."

Kurama: "!!!!"

........................

(It's been a day. ....We've managed to escape, but.)

Rebel soldier 1: "It's not good. The horses are getting tired. I wish the enemy would give up for good."

We jumped into the mountains and tried to move along the ridge, hiding from our pursuers.

(At least if we knew who the enemy was....?)

At that time----

Rebel soldier: "Shit! They're here again!"

Yoshino: ".....!!"

At the same time as we turned around at the sound of the impatient voice, arrows poured down like rain.

Rebel soldier 2: "RUN!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, and when one soldier tried to return the fire with his own bow, he was shot and fell from his horse.

I was about to reach out to him when another soldier tugged at my horse's hitch.

Rebel soldier 3: "Just run!"

Yoshino "..... Okay."

(If the enemy's goal is to catch me, I must never be caught.)

Keeping low, we sprinted along the beastly path, which narrowed the further we went.

............

(How long has it been, since I'm running....?)

Running like mad, falling down the mountainside, still running away, but.....

Rebel soldier 1: "They're catching up. We'll have to fight our way back!"

-------Part 5-------

Rebel soldier 1: "They're catching up. We'll have to fight our way back!"

The rebels soldiers started protecting me with their backs.

The rebel soldiers drew their weapons in unison and they glittered in the cloudy sky.

(.....I can't believe I can only watch like this.)

Enemy 1: "What can you even do with such a small number?"

The enemy smiled hatefully and stepped forward as if he had plenty of room.

Rebel soldier 1: "LET'S FIGHT!"

Rebel soldiers: *ROARS*

Enemy 1: "COME ON!"

Some shoot arrows, others wield white blades.

(But the number of soldiers on our side is too small compared to the other side. At this rate....)

The rebel soldiers, who are slowly retreating to fight back, are clearly in a bad mood.

Enemy 2: "Eat this!"

Rebel soldier 1: "Nn...."

(Ah.........)

A soldier was cut down in front of me and fell into the mud.

Rebel soldier 1: "Fuck...you should....go first. Go!"

The horse's rump is beaten and he clings to the reins.

Enemy 1: "Don't let her get away! Go, go----"

(....I'm scared.)

I winced as one of the arrows pierces my arm.

But still, I ran with all my might------

Yoshino: "Kyaa!!"

My horse lets out a high-pitched scream and rocks violently.

(They shot him in the leg!)

There was nothing I could do, and my body falls off the horse.

(Damn it!)

Yoshino: "Ouch...!!"

I staggered back to my feet and stared in amazement at the hellish battle.

Rebel soldier 4: "Gwaa..."

One by one, the rebel soldiers fell into the mud.

I was immediately confronted by several enemies, who blocked my escape.

Enemy 1: "He ordered us to be careful. We were just ordered to capture and keep the woman alive."

Yoshino: "Nngh....."

Enemy 2: "Now now, don't make it difficult for us....come here, missy!"

One of the men who had dismounted grabbed me roughly by the arm and I winced in pain.

(Ah.....)

My eyes widen as I look over their heads, only to see the last of the Rebels soldiers fall.

Yoshino: "...Let go of me!!"

Enemy 3: "Hey, shut up!"

Enemy 4: "She looks like some ordinary town girl? What's so valuable about her?"

Enemy 5: "Who cares...? All our employers want, is her. But, well, it wouldn't hurt if we love her a little bit before handing it over, right....?"

I got goosebumps all over my body as he gave me a lecherous smile.

(No....)

I shake off their hands and try to run away from the emerging smirking men------

Enemy 1: "Where are you running off to?"

Yoshino: "Nn...No."

They soon caught up to me and dragged me down to the ground.

My vision darkens with despair as I see multiple arms stretching towards me....

???: "What the fuck are you doing?"

(Eh...)

At that moment---- the air around us was suffocatingly tense.

Enemy 1: "Ngh....."

The men's smiles froze, and they all turned their attention to the owner of the voice.

(No way....)

Kurama: "Did you touch the woman?"

Chapter 20

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handwrittenhello · 4 years ago

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(edit made by the wonderful @ghostinthelibrarywrites!)

Summary:

Yennefer stops, sinking into a crouch so that they’re on eye level. “Jaskier. You have a spell placed on you and I need to break it,” she explains.

“A spell?” Contrary to what any sane person would think when told they’ve been bespelled, Jaskier is wide-eyed and excited, the same look he gets as an adult whenever he senses a good story coming on. “What kind?”

“A dangerous one.” She hates to squash that light in his eyes, but it’s true—she doesn’t know what other side effects it might have. She needs to reverse it sooner rather than later—gods forbid it becomes permanent. “Now will you please come here? I’m a sorceress, and I can help.”

Spell after spell after spell she casts, getting more and more complex as she goes, but none work. “Fuck!” she roars as her latest attempt fails, once again.

“Madame Sorceress?” Jaskier asks, brow creasing, worry creeping in. “Is it—did it work?”

“No,” Yennefer replies, and sighs, because she knows what she has to do. Who better to break a curse, after all, than a witcher?

My entry for quick fic this week! Geraskefer, 3k, featuring deaged jaskier—read it here on ao3 or below!

It happens like this: Geralt so rudely decides he’s better off without the company of his very best friend in the whole wide world, and Jaskier thinks, well, fuck this, and goes to find the nearest tavern.

And then—because the gods love to hate him, it seems—he sets one foot inside, sees raven curls and expensive clothing, and immediately turns around and leaves. He’s had enough rejection for one day, thanks, and he’s not sure his poor, sensitive, bardic heart can handle any more barbed words, be they in unlikely jest or not.

“Where are you going, bard?” Yennefer calls, and every eye in the place turns to him. Shit. Well, he knows how to play a crowd, at least.

“Well, you see, I—I’m due a visit to my, um, my elderly grandmother, she—she needs my help, um, corralling her chickens—”

Or not. Why do his stunning intellect and quick tongue always disappear when she’s around?

Yennefer snorts. “Sure you are, and then I assume there’s a cat on a stove somewhere that you need to go save?”

Were it not for years of barding training every and all sense of embarrassment out of him, he’s sure his face would be aflame by now.

“Come have a drink. You’re better company than anyone else in this shit town,” she grumbles, and it’s then that Jaskier spies the numerous empty wine glasses on the table before her.

Misery loves two things—company and copious amounts of alcohol. And if she’s offering…

“You’re buying. I left my coin pouch with G—well. You’re buying,” he says, but he’s already sliding into the chair across from her and flagging down the barman.

A drink turns into two turns into ten, and shit, he can’t even remember why he ever thought maybe this wasn’t the best idea. Yennefer turns out to be much more tolerable when her inhibitions are lowered by drink, uncharitable though it is to think, but really, she’s so much more open, and her cheeks flush so prettily in the candlelight, and she even laughs—not the mean, bitter laugh she does whenever she’s mocking him (which is frequently), but a small flash of teeth, a breathy thing that turns into full-on cackling as it goes.

“I never knew—is this what Geralt sees in you?” Jaskier muses, running a finger along the rim of his glass. Then he pales, realizing what he's just said, and looks up to see that every trace of amusement in her face is gone.

“Whatever he felt for me, it wasn’t real,” Yennefer says harshly, pushing her chair back so fast that it tips backwards and falls to the floor with an audible THUD. She starts towards the stairs, presumably to her room.

Jaskier winces and follows after her, still a bit unsteady, but sobering up quickly in the wake of his gaffe. “Yennefer, wait—”

She’s too fast, and he only barely manages to stick his foot in the doorway before she can slam the door in his face. “Ouch,” he complains, and knows he’ll be feeling it much worse in the morning.

“Go away,” Yennefer hisses. “Don’t you know when a woman has had enough of your company? Or is that why Geralt had to scream it from a mountaintop, to get rid of you?”

Ouch. He flounders, every possible retort dying on his lips. “That’s not fair,” he almost wants to say, except that hurts even worse, so he says nothing. He does withdraw his foot, though, and she’s quick to slam the door, the lock clicking audibly into place moments later.

He thunks his head against the door. Why does he do this? Every time he thinks that someone might tolerate him, might actually want him around, he sticks his foot in his mouth and fucks it up.

“Fuck me,” he mutters to himself, then gathers the strength to peel himself away from the door. He debates for a moment just sleeping right here in the hallway, curled up in front of her door, rather than facing the mortifying ordeal of begging for a room with no coin to promise. But he's just as likely to get hexed as he is thrown out, and, well, at least if he’s thrown out he can sneak into the stables or something. He shudders to think what sort of nasty spells Yennefer could cast on him if she were to trip over him on her way out in the morning.

He sighs and turns to leave, only to hear the lock click again, followed shortly by the knob turning. The door swings open on its own, and, half fearing for his life, Jaskier peeks inside. Yennefer is sitting at a vanity, taking her makeup off, her back to the door.

Her eyes meet his in the mirror, and he yelps, tripping over himself in his haste to retreat. Yennefer rolls her eyes. “Are you going to come in, or are you going to flail around like an idiot?”

“Are you going to harvest my organs and use them for your magicks?”

“No.” He feels a bit better at that, only for her to immediately follow up with, “Your organs aren’t anywhere near good enough.”

He pouts, but edges inside, the door shutting itself behind him. “My organs are perfectly harvestable,” he argues, and then feels quite ridiculous, and shuts up before she actually does harvest them.

“Gods, this was a mistake,” Yennefer mutters under her breath, finishing with her makeup and pulling back the covers on the bed. “You can have the floor. Don’t touch my stuff.”

He gleefully sets his lute case down to claim a space before she can change her mind. He’s touched, really, that she cares enough to offer him this. “Can I have a pillo—” he starts to ask, sneaking a hand up towards the bed, only to yank it away when she smacks it.

“No. Good night, bard.”

Never mind, he’s not as touched.

He sighs and lies down, curling around his lute case like he does on the road. It’s warm, at least, the heat from the kitchen below rising up to warm the floor beneath him. He falls into a deep sleep, hastened by the alcohol, and stays that way for several hours, before his bladder makes its needs known.

Upon waking to see the moon still high in the sky, he groans, reaching a hand up onto the vanity to pull himself up. His questing fingers brush against a vial—whoops—and in his blind fumbling to catch and right it, he ends up knocking over several more bottles. Fuck.

“Sorry, sorry,” he hisses, when Yennefer stirs in bed. Gods, if he's just spilled something important, she really will hex him.

Something important begins to drip onto his hand. Gods fucking damn it. He tries to scrub it away, only for it to begin tingling and burning, quickly spreading up his arm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

It’s encompassing his entire body, now, itching and prickling like his skin is too small. “Bard? What are you doing?” Yennefer asks sleepily, sitting bolt upright when she spots the overturned bottle and him scratching frantically as if that will make the sensation go away.

“I didn’t mean to,” he pleads, suddenly very scared, and not just of her. Whatever this enchantment is, it’s spreading fast—will he survive it?

“Is that my fucking anti-aging serum?” Yennefer demands. Jaskier, who has no idea what an anti-aging serum looks like, continues to panic. Even his insides feel weird, guts writhing and bones aching. It’s becoming more and more painful, too, until he can’t stand it anymore, and his vision narrows and darkens and his back hits the floor and then he knows no more.

That fucking idiot. That stupid, fumbling imbecile! Yennefer should have known better, really, should have known that the blundering, blithering bard would immediately find the only potentially dangerous thing in the room and spill it all over himself. Really.

She rolled out of bed, a headache already pounding behind her eyes—partially the wine’s influence, yes, but more at the sight in front of her: Jaskier, no longer a long-limbed adult, instead a small, slight child, swimming in silks.

“For the love of fuck,” she sighs, pinching her brow. Her anti-aging serum—which is meant to be used in small doses, one or two drops at the most—she never knew it would have this kind of effect. And now she has to play babysitter to the most annoying person on the Continent, all because he couldn’t keep his hands to his fucking self.

“Wake up,” she orders, refraining from kicking him like she might if he were an adult. She’s mean, but not mean enough to kick a child.

“Hm?” he hums, eyes blinking open, only to freeze when he sees her towering over him. “You’re not Mama,” he says, voice trembling.

Oh, shit. It’s taken his mind as well. For a brief moment, she dares to hope that perhaps he’ll be less trouble like this.

Then he scrambles to his feet and tries to dive out the window.

“Oh no you don’t, you little shit,” she curses, and sends a small spell to trip him up before he can escape. “Stop that.” He stumbles, little palms meeting the wooden floor when he tries to catch himself. She finishes by flicking a finger and latching the window shut, same with the door. The last thing she needs is a de-aged, runaway bard.

Well, if he were to run away, technically he wouldn’t be her problem anymore…

But that’s too heartless, leaving a child on his own like that—and Yennefer can’t deny that her hardened heart has always held a soft spot for children.

That soft spot grows a little softer when Jaskier scoots back against the wall and bursts into loud, messy tears.

She doesn’t know what to do, really, doesn’t know how to comfort him—she can’t remember when she last comforted anyone. “Stop crying,” she orders instead. “Those tears won’t get you anything.”

Incredibly, it works. Whether it’s the shock of being spoken to so harshly, or they were only crocodile tears, she doesn’t know, and doesn’t care. What matters is that he’s finally stopped, and she can actually try and fix this mess now.

“Where’s my mama?” he demands, glaring at her distrustfully. Good, that’s an instinct that will keep him alive someday. “If you want a ransom, then—then Papa says that he won’t pay. Says I’m too much trouble, so you should—you should really just take me home, or else—or else he’ll come here and he’ll kill you.” He lifts his chin defiantly to punctuate his statement.

Well. That’s a lot to unpack, but she’s going to go ahead and shelve that for now. “I haven’t kidnapped you,” she says irritably, then considers the best way to break it to him.

…There is no best way, so she decides not to.

“Then where am I? And who are you?”

“That’s not important. Now come here,” she says, advancing on him and readying a spell that will hopefully reverse the effects of the serum.

He shakes his head, shrinking back further against the wall. His eyes flick between her and the door, and she’s guessing he’s about to make a run for it.

She stops, sinking into a crouch so that they’re on eye level. “Jaskier. It’s very important that I do this. You have a spell placed on you and I need to break it,” she explains.

He nods, pushing away from the wall and coming to sit in front of her, legs crossed.

“You might feel a tingling, or even a bit of hurt,” she warns, and he nods again, his face creasing in worry and determination.

She’s just about to start when—“Can I hold your hand?” he blurts out. “Mama lets me hold her hand when I—”

She takes his hand before he can launch into some inane explanation. His hand is warm and delicate in hers, no trace of lute callouses to be found. He brightens immediately, gently squeezing their fingers together.

Her eyes, traitors, are getting misty. She angrily clears her throat and begins to cast—the sooner she can reverse this, the better.

Yennefer tries a simple reversal, first. Generic, easy, and evidently not likely to work. No matter. She lets it go and pulls forth another—a spell of speed, to hasten his aging. It fights against her, like drawing a bow, getting more and more difficult as she progresses—she lets that one go, too, lest it snap in her hands like a bowstring rebounding.

Spell after spell after spell, getting more and more complex as she goes, but none work. “Fuck!” she roars as her latest attempt fails, once again.

“Madame Sorceress?” Jaskier asks, brow creasing, worry creeping in. “Is it—did it work?”

“No,” Yennefer replies, and sighs, because she knows what she has to do. Who better to break a curse, after all, than a witcher?

“You’re shitting me,” is the first thing Geralt says after Yennefer explains the situation.

“Does it look like I’m kidding?” Yennefer yells, while Jaskier cringes behind her skirts. Despite his excitement at getting to meet a real life witcher, the actual experience has since proven to be a bit much for him. “I wouldn’t be here if I had any other choice, believe me,” she bites out, and Geralt winces, but wisely chooses not to comment.

“De-aged, then?” Geralt asks, sinking down onto his heels. “You can call me Geralt,” he says, and Jaskier peeks out at him.

“Julian,” Jaskier answers, and Yennefer remembers him introducing himself as such to the dwarves. “You’re a witcher?”

“I am,” Geralt nods. “I’m here to help. Did Yennefer explain what’s going on?”

“She said I had a spell on me. But I don’t feel spelled.”

“Mhmm. They can be tricky like that,” Geralt offers.

“Can we get on with it?” Yennefer asks. “This is all very nice, but we still don’t know what the side effects may be.”

“Fine,” Geralt says, standing up and holding out a hand to Jaskier. “Julian, why don’t you come meet my horse.” Jaskier lights up, latching onto Geralt immediately. Yennefer tries not to mourn the loss—why would she? She’s glad to be rid of the annoying little shit, she tells herself.

Geralt gets him situated with Roach, petting gently over her neck and mane, before returning to Yennefer. “I’ve only ever heard of this happening once before,” he begins. “Woman walked into the woods on An Skellig, came out a little girl.”

“And what happened to her?”

“Locals were stumped, until they remembered the old songs. Tír na nÓg.”

Yennefer scoffs. “Skellige fairy tales? That’s all you’ve got?”

“It’s not just a tale. They took her to the bridge during fog season, let her walk across, and she returned three days later all grown up, and no memory of it.”

Yennefer closes her eyes. It’s the only lead they’ve got, and they both know it. “Skellige it is, then. I can’t portal us all and Roach there, though.”

“Good. I hate portals. We’ll head to Novigrad, catch a merchant ship.”

Setting out on the road together is surprisingly easy. Though the fiery passion between them has simmered down, Yennefer still finds she enjoys Geralt’s company, when she forgets to be angry at him. It helps to have Jaskier there as a buffer, oddly enough—Geralt seems to sense her moods keenly, and often makes himself scarce, taking Jaskier with him to identify herbs as they walk, or carrying him on his shoulders as Jaskier tries to reach the lowest branches of the fruit trees they pass.

And sometimes she finds herself alone with Jaskier when Geralt is off hunting, or tending to Roach, or doing whatever the fuck it is he does when he’s alone. He proves to be, if not a scintillating conversational partner, very eager to learn, especially when she explains magical theories to him.

“When I grow up, I want to be a sorceress!” he proclaims one night, and she can’t help but smile.

“What about a witcher? Last I recall, you wanted to be a witcher yesterday,” she teases.

“I can do both!” Jaskier insists. “A witcher-sorceress. They’ll write songs about me!”

He never really has changed, has he?

The journey to An Skellig is largely uneventful—there’s one exciting moment, when they spot a blue whale off the bow of the ship, but other than that, it’s a monotony of rolling waves and bouts of seasickness for Jaskier.

They’re all glad to set foot on dry land when they finally do. They’re so close that Yennefer can taste it—though she can’t deny that young Julian has grown on her, and she’ll almost be sad to see him gone.

She swallows her feeling and continues on, trekking through the woods as Geralt leads them to the bridge to Tír na nÓg. The temperature drops as they go, until Jaskier is shivering atop Roach. Yennefer conjures a cloak for him with hardly a thought, and he throws a grateful smile at her.

They keep on, the forest growing darker, and just when she’s about to demand that they stop for the night and continue on tomorrow, the trees before them break, revealing a breathtaking view.

An arched bridge spans a perfectly placid lake ringed by trees, a fine mist overlaying the whole scene. This must be it—the bridge to Tír na nÓg, the land of youth.

Geralt has instructed Jaskier on what to do over the course of their journey, of course—for neither of them can accompany him. He has to face this trial alone. “Are you ready?” Geralt asks, helping Jaskier down from Roach. Jaskier nods, little face screwed in determination.

Anxiety flutters at Yennefer’s throat as she watches him cross the bridge, and she’s about ready to call it off, but Geralt holds her back. “Let him go,” he says quietly.

Jaskier disappears into the mist, and they begin their wait.

It turns out to be not very long at all. The sun is just only beginning to rise when Geralt rouses from his meditation, waking Yennefer as well. He looks out across the bridge, witcher senses focused on something Yennefer can’t.

And then Jaskier appears, back to his normal, adult self, grinning brightly. “Geralt! Yennefer!” he shouts, and breaks into a run. Geralt catches him as he leaps, drawing the witcher into a tight hug. It only lasts a few seconds, and then Jaskier is turning to Yennefer and pulling her into a hug as well. She stiffens, but doesn’t pull away.

“Thank you both for taking care of me. I know I couldn’t have been the easiest child,” he says wryly.

“You were fine,” Geralt says, at the same time Yennefer replies, “I don’t know, you might have been preferable as a child.”

“Rude,” Jaskier pouts, but he’s still hugging her.

There’s still so much they need to talk about—that damned mountain, for one—but right now, it doesn’t feel nearly so important. It’s enough to have this moment of peace, the three of them all reunited and as they should be.

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 4 years ago

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Harvest Moon, pt. 5

Steve Rogers x Reader, Summer AU

A/N: Every chapter will have a designated song to it, so please take a listen! Will be linked below. I don’t own any Marvel characters.

Summary: For five summers, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes and you had been a trio; spending the summer at a lake with your families. While Bucky tagged along, there had always been a special bond between Steve and you. Every summer the lake had been something to look forward to until you stopped going and life moved on. Now as adults, Steve and you return at the same time, for different reasons. Can you rekindle that friendship or was it just youthful summer magic?

Masterlist

Chapter Five: (They Long to Be) Close to You

The bar was exactly how he pictured it would be years ago when he was 13, but what took him by surprise was Patsy Cline crooning from the jukebox – it was making him feel as though he was a kid again, walking by this place with Bucky and you; the three of you always trying to sneak a peek in. Or at least that’s what he was telling himself – the truth was, that song always reminded him of you. It was the same song you had made him listen to a long time ago, declaring it was your future heartache song. The song had embedded itself into Steve’s memories and he often found himself seeking it out in the most tiring times in his life – like after his first real break up and his mother’s funeral.

Bucky was saying something as they walked toward the counter, but Steve’s eyes wondered to the only other patron. It was the woman who walked by the cabin earlier, he recognized you and gave a quick smile in your direction before following Bucky to the bar. The two ordered drinks and decided to play a few rounds of pool, but every so often Steve’s attention would go back to you sitting alone. After the second round, he couldn’t help but say something.

“That’s the woman from earlier, the one you said hello to.”

Bucky glanced up from his shot. “She’s here alone?”

“Seems like it,” Steve said, noticing that you were getting up from the booth. It was abundantly clear how inebriated you were by the way you struggled to stand still as you flung your bag over your shoulder. He watched with concern as you slapped a few bills onto the table and started toward the door, holding onto the tables and chairs as you made your way out. “She’s fucking smashed.”

“It would be weird for a pair of dudes to go after her, huh?”

Steve understood Bucky’s hesitation, it would look a little unseemly if they went after her, even walked her back to her cabin but the good intention was all there too. He looked to his friend who seemed to come to the same conclusion and nodded for him to go ahead. “I’ll buy out the tab and catch up.”

Leaving the pool table, Steve rushed out the bar and looked to his left and then to the right, where he saw you two stores door walking into the ice cream shop. He walked calmly passed the late evening crowd, a few families getting dinner in town, and came to the shop. Staring inside, he saw you talking to the woman behind the counter, you seemed agitated and the woman looked a little nervous. Throwing the little cautious he had left to the wind, Steve walked inside.

…

“You don’t understand, I need to see those photos, please.”

“Lady, like I said earlier, I don’t have access to them.”

Not even 24 hours had passed since your arrival and you officially had hit the lowest of the low – accosting a waitress over some photos…but it wasn’t just some photos, it was a specific photo. Tears welled in your eyes as you explained again, in your drunken slur, that you just needed one picture.

“I just need one picture, please. I can look for it, I promise I won’t cause any trouble. ” you cried out, fully aware of the audience surrounding you – the place was packed and even though the Carpenters was playing loudly in the background, everything seemed so quiet. The pain in your voice was evident and the waitress had a look of empathy in her eyes, but it wasn’t enough.

“I just need my picture back! I just need it back, it’s the last time we were happy! Please,” you yelled, slamming both hands on the counter. The woman flinched and reached for her cellphone, but then someone said something behind you.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, she’s clearly had a little too much to drink next door.”

Lifting your hands off the counter, you turned to see the blond man from the bar; there was something so familiar about him – his eyes, but you couldn’t put a finger on it. It might have also been the fact that the room was suddenly spinning. He asked if you were okay and if you remembered him from the cabin.

“My friend and I were sitting out when you walked by, we were also in the bar…”

“I just want my picture back…. that’s all,” you said, jaw unclenching as you turned back to the waitress. Shame was written all over your face as you quietly apologized and brushed passed the man to leave the shop. Outside, your emotions got the best of you and you began to cry – you felt like a child who had gotten separate from her family, lost in a crowd of strangers. Tears fell down your face and you stumbled over to a light post, holding on to it with one hand. It was getting dark; people were walking around. You wanted to feel embarrassed, but you had nothing left inside you, it had been that way for a while. Nothing made you happy, mostly you were just sad. Friends stopped calling to go out, work became mundane, even your own mother kept her distance – it was true, evident now, as you stood alone in a crowd of happy souls, drunk and emotionally gutted; you were a half empty girl.

“Miss, you okay?”

You looked up from the ground and wondered how drunk you were, because the face in front of you seemed to morph into someone you used to know – which would seemed absurd considering the man talking to you was about your age and the man you remembered would be much older today.

“Mr. Barnes?”

It was uncanny how much this man looked like Bucky’s dad, except this guy had much longer hair. In fact, you were sure he was one of the guys from the bar – god, everything was such a blur.

“Excuse me?”

You felt stupid and quickly apologized. “Sorry, I’ve had too much to drink and obviously living my best life. I…better go.”

“No, don’t go,” he said, holding back a smile. “You called me Mr. Barnes, no one calls me that. That’s mostly reserved for the old man.”

Your heart raced as you really looked at the guy in front of you and it seemed to sober you right up – this wasn’t Mr. Barnes but it was someone you hadn’t seen in nearly 15 years. It was so surreal to be standing in front of the ice cream shop with Bucky, two full fledge adults.

“Bucky?”

His face softened and he shook his head with a huge smile. “What are the odds, huh?”

Unable to hold back, you laughed and when he reached out for a hug, you held him tight. “Holy shit, I can’t believe this.”

It was strange because the last time you saw him, he was fifteen – you were fifteen. You gasped at the thought, as he pulled away, and before you could ask about Steve, Bucky spoke to someone behind you.

“Punk, you won’t believe who the drunk chick is.”

Turning your back to Bucky, you found yourself staring into the eyes of the man from inside the ice cream shop, the one in the bar that smiled at you and you knew then why you had felt at ease with him.

Your looked at him, nerves building up in the pit of your stomach so badly you would have thought you were having an anxiety attack. His blue eyes went wide as he too realized what was going on and as he stepped forward toward you, your voice cracked as you spoke his name. “Steve?”

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ladyshandioftheendless · 5 years ago

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Head of the Mafia: Ending The Tale of Woe

Well look what we have here~ A continuation of Head of the Mafia! A low down dirty Cat finally gets what he deserves~

Beth wanted to get Peter Criss taken care of as soon as possible. Unfortunately, it took about three days before she could actually do away with him. The three days were spent straightening things out for when the deed was done. She wasn’t a fool; she knew the Brooklyn families would be up in arms in search of the Brooklyn Wildcat after his mysterious disappearance. Despite how unhinged he was, he was still quite prominent, and had many friends and allies.

Luckily, so did Beth.

“Now I’m putting my trust in you, Elegance. The Demon told me you were the best, and I need the best. You’re clear on what I want you to do?"

"Absolutely, Donna Caringi,” Elegance’s smooth voice replied over the phone.

“And I have your word on your silence after all this is over?”

“No one even knows my true name. You have my word.”

“Good. I want you to start tomorrow. If all goes as planned, and you keep your promise, you’ll receive your payment in two weeks."

"Thank you, Donna Caringi. If I may be frank, I much prefer you to your grandfather. You’re a bit more reasonable than he was."

Beth didn’t speak for a moment. Then she replied, "I’m sure you’re not the only one who thinks that way, Elegance."

After she hung up the phone, she leaned back in her desk chair and sighed, closing her eyes. That was it; the last bit of preparation she had to do. Now… an anticipating smile came to her face. She just had to wait until tomorrow now.

There was a sudden knock at the door of her office. She opened her eyes and lowered her head, recognizing the knock. "Come in,"

The door opened, and Vinnie crept inside, shutting the door behind him. Beth smiled at him. "Hi, Vinnie. What do you need?"

Vinnie kept his eyes on the floor, looking incredibly small and broken. There were dark circles around his eyes, his eyes were usually red, and his skin was pale in a way that definitely wasn’t healthy. And Beth couldn’t be sure, but she was concerned he had lost weight from how he hadn’t been eating.

Not that she blamed him. She understood; the past three days had been tumultuous enough on her end, so it had to be incredibly hard for Vinnie to handle. In the span of four days, he had been reunited with his cousin, attacked by his abuser, rescued by Beth, and subsequently moved back to live with her. From Beth’s sources, it seemed no one had bothered to question his whereabouts. All he’d been to them was the trophy fuck of the Brooklyn Wildcat.

"N-Nana asked me to tell you dinner’s ready,” Vinnie said, his voice quiet and timid.

Food suddenly sounded amazing. Beth smiled and stood up, stretching out. “Oh, thank God. I’ve been sitting in that chair for hours. Food sounds amazing. Especially Nana’s food. Did she tell you what we’re having?"

Vinnie timidly shook his head. "N-No… I’m sorry…"

Beth frowned for a second, but recovered her poker face and smiled at him. "That’s okay. We’ll be surprised.” She walked over to him, smiling still. “Let’s go."

She knew Vinnie knew she was pretending not to notice or care; how he barely said a word when others were around, how he wasn’t eating much, sometimes at all, how he kept timidly asking her if he could sleep with her and then shying away like she was going to hit him. She saw it all, and it hurt to see.

But as much as she wanted to cry for Vinnie, she didn’t. Instead she dried her eyes and focused on her preparations, because the sooner she got everything straightened out, the sooner it would all be over. Then she could focus.

When that night, Vinnie came into her room, Beth simply threw back her covers without a word and let him crawl into bed next to her. And in her half-asleep state, she couldn’t help but wrap her arms around her cousin in a hug and mumble, "Don’t worry. This’ll all be over soon."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The Caringi family’s "special warehouse” wasn’t actually anything special. It was just one of their storage warehouses where they kept extra stock for the restaurant. But it was special in one aspect, and it was that, traditionally, anyone who had ever crossed the family and gotten caught was likely to have died in that warehouse.

Beth’s eyes turned to the figure tied up in the chair, and smirked. Even she didn’t know the exact kill count, but whatever it was, she was about to raise it. “Mario, wake him up, if you don’t mind."

Mario nodded and went over to Peter, smacking him roughly across the face. Peter’s head fell to the side, and his chair would have fallen over if Mario didn’t catch it and straighten it up first. Beth’s smirk widened a bit. "Wakey wakey, kitty cat!” she sang.

Peter’s eyes slowly blinked open, and he raised his head a bit. His eyes widened. “You,"

Beth kept the smile on her face. "Yes, me. It’s been a few days since we last spoke. How are you? Enjoying our accommodations?"

Peter hissed at her like… well, a cat. She raised an eyebrow in amusement and laughed. "Well, someone certainly likes to get into character."

"What the hell am I still doin’ here?” Peter demanded. “Haven’t worked up the balls to kill me yet, huh?"

The smile disappeared from Beth’s face, and behind her, Mario and Vincenzo glanced at each other.

Beth stalked over to Peter’s chair, the click of her heels echoing on the concrete, and slapped him across the face. His cheek was still raw from when Mario hit him, and the fresh pain made him grunt in pain.

"Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “did that hurt? Am I hurting you? Well, too bad. Because you deserve every bit of what you’re going to get today."

She grabbed his chin and forced their eyes to meet. "How does it feel, hm? To be the one being slapped around for once? It hurts, doesn’t it, to not be the one with all the power anymore?” She leaned in close. “Well I hope you enjoyed that power you had. Because you’re not getting it back."

Peter, somehow, either through bravery or stupidity or both, managed to glare defiantly at her. "What’re you gonna do, huh? Kill me?"

Beth smiled in amusement and laughed scathingly. "Oh, Peter… oh, Peter, Peter, Peter. I’m not going to kill you.” Smirking, she jerked her head at Mario and Vincenzo. “They are. I’m going to stand over there and watch."

As Peter’s eyes widened, she let go of his chin and strutted over to a nearby table. On the table sat a portable record player, with a record already put in and ready to play. "A lovely occasion like this requires some mood music, wouldn’t you say?” she said over her shoulder.

She raised then lowered the needle. After a moment, the music began, playing a slow, jazzy sort of melody. And then the voice of Ruth Ettings began to sing.

“Snow time ain’t no time to stay outdoors and spoon. So shine on, shine on, harvest moon, for me and my gal…"

Smiling, Beth turned to Mario and Vincenzo. "Boys?"

Nodding, Mario and Vincenzo pulled out their carving knives and advanced on Peter.

And maybe it was a little morbid, but she suddenly understood why her grandfather had always chosen this song to play. The beautiful melody combined with the ensuing screams of pain was like music to her ears.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

When Beth stepped inside her house and hung up her coat, the first thing she did was look for Vinnie. She wanted him to be the first to know the good news, before he read it in the newspaper.

But she grew concerned when he wasn’t in his bedroom. He wasn’t waiting for her in her office either. Frowning, Beth went downstairs. Maybe he had finally decided to eat something. "Vinnie?"

Sudden crying echoing from the living room made her freeze. Then she began moving again, walking briskly towards the living room. "Vinnie?"

When she entered the living room, she stopped again. There was Vinnie, sitting at the small bar that was in one corner. There was an open bottle of wine and a dark purple stained glass on the bar. And beside it was Vinnie’s head, buried in his arms while his shoulders shook with loud, heartwrenching sobs. As she stared, he suddenly froze and lifted his head, and their eyes locked. Vinnie’s mouth moved, and he looked like he was trying to speak, but all that came out was more crying, tears rolling endlessly down his face.

Oh, Vinnie… Beth went over to the bar and moved the wine bottle and glass off to the side, and sat down next to him. She looked back at him sadly, reaching out and gently placing her hand over his.

Vinnie’s eyes filled with more tears and he sobbed, gripping her hand tightly. "I-I… th-thought he… l-loved m-me…” He broke down sobbing again, and his voice was slurred from the wine a bit. “He s-said he loved me… an’ I believed him… W-Why didn’t he love m-me, Bethie?"

Beth’s heart broke. She pulled him close and hugged him tightly, listening to him cry. Loud, gross sobbing wracked his entire body, probably helped a little by the wine. "Why didn’t he love me, Beth?” Vinnie wailed. “I loved him so much! What did I do?!"

Her arms tightened around him a fraction. "It’s okay, Vinnie. It’s okay."

"B-But w-what did I do?” he sobbed.

“You didn’t do anything,” she kept her voice gentle. “None of what he did to you was your fault. It’s his. He’s a monster.” Well, was. Which reminded her… “But you don’t have to worry about him anymore."

Vinnie’s sobs lessened, and he pulled away to look at her questioningly through his tears. "H-Huh?"

Beth tried not to smile too much at what she said next. "He’s gone. He’s dead. He’s being dumped into the Hudson right now, I think. But he’s gone, forever."

Vinnie stared dumbly at her, looking like he thought she was lying. Then his face crumpled and he sobbed, then flung himself at her and cried all over again. For a second, Beth was worried she’d said the wrong thing. But then her eyes happened to turn to the mirror on the wall behind the bar, and noticed something.

Vinnie’s head was leaning against her shoulder, and on his face she could see forming a small, wobbly smile. Beth smiled herself and turned away from the mirror, hugging Vinnie tightly. "It’s okay, Vinnie. I’ve got you."

He didn’t respond; he couldn’t form the words, probably. But his hold on her tightened, and that was enough.

#IT'S GREAT AND YOU SHOULD READ IT #Beth finally gives her damaged cousin some closure #Assassin AU guest writings!#the StarChild Assassin #submission

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zanetazzahra · 7 years ago

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Back to Old Games

I thought PS 1 has a sentimental memory instead of others latest video game consoles. seriously m8.

I played many games at PS 1 (Harvest Moon: back to nature [the guide book still safe till now], Tekken 3, Hercules, Pepsi Man, RE 3, Tomb Raider, Spyro, Crash Bandicoot, Dance Dance Revolution (anwy this game was reaaally fckg fun bcs we hv the carpet!!), and many more, but mostly those games i mentioned are my best and thanks to my brothers who let me play his video game consoles.

Honestly, i used on the sly continued his game, then he shocked. ya, simply he said, "wtf, whos continue the game!?", from that, i got a bad lesson. why bad? since he offered me 'game shark' in order that i won't play his game and i can chit easily through 'game shark'.

a little bit so happy, finally there's a shortcut! but honestly, it was challenging when playing RE 3 without GS!! super panic br0. Berasa mau di makan jombi secara live.

on the other hand, Harvest Moon: Back to Nature, it was pretty hard if im not utilize the GS well. Bisa-bisa sampe ps 2 keluar (at the moment) sapi gw juga ga berubah jadi emas, (emas disini maksudnya, the milk is the best one) *kali aja ada yang gak main HM, dan masih banyak lagi perjuangan dan rintangan tanpa si game shark, ya eventho udh pake GS juga ttp mesti menghadapi rintangan si. *life is unfair so get used to it m8

Then, i always use GS when playing HM game. i eventually married all girls at that game, and for your info, the best woman in Harvest Moon is Elli. Karen is fun but bitc*hy (not my type), Mary is smart but i dont feel click with her (berasa idup beneran ckck), Popuri super spoiled zzz, Ann the tough woman. then why i recommended and chosen Elli in this game ya since, she has everything la. it was true, love isnt easy to be described. *lebay aja

daan masih banyak lagi kenangan indah main harvest moon, in short this game mengajarkan me idup itu seru setiap harinya!

Anwy gw belajar bahasa inggris kebanyakan dr game dan si HM salah satunya wk + my memory card of my PS 1 still safe till now. oh please somebody throws me PS 1..

Eventho Harvest Moon exist in PS 2,3,4, and the upcoming, but PS 1 still irreplaceable, simply because the interface really has their own ideas of past. So sentimental!

alrite, it's time to moving on! Here is my fave video game recently, Tomb Raider and Uncharted 4. those game are reaally fun if playing in PS 4.

fyi, those games are going to be made into movie. cant wait! Tomb Raider game such a refreshing your mood and eye, since the views they made really amazing spiderman la!

Sometmes i felt i was watching a movie at that time. ya pokoknya main aja! seru banget m8.

while, once upon a time, i got a recommend to watch (disuruh ntn dlu aja jangan main) Uncharthed 4 from Almer (temen kampus), since he knows that i amazed with Tomb Raider games. then i watch through youtube.

YOU KNOW it was hooked, when i only watch the 1st video from TheRadBrad youtube account.

i felt like i was watching a series movie since i have to watch 35 parts of Walkthrough Gameplay!

but it was really worth to watch, seriously. why? 1. eventho the plot a little bit predictable, but the game’s directors: ‎Bruce Straley‎; ‎Neil Druckmann were made it different, they successfully bring me to be a metal (mellow total) girl through the plot.

2. i learn many lessons from the game, from the brotherhood, “no matter the situation, if we have started it together, then screw it up together.” ea, banyak kutipan keren bermunculan!! (i.e "Sic Parvis Magna", according to Nathan Drake, this was Francis Drake's motto, which means "Greatness From Small Beginnings"), and the last we have to kolaborasi menginspirasi, like the games said “Bring back the gang”, ya they did it!

3. now, eventually i knew various weapons!! yang tadinya cuma bisa bilang pistol2 atau AK-47 dan gatau bentuknya sbnrya gimana, while in this game you’ll learn well, such as Long gun (FAL, Copperhead SR7, Mettler M-30, ARX-160, AK-4, etc), Pistols (Aegis 9mm, Para .45, Raffica, Fossa R-81, Barok .44, etc), Shotguns (Spezzotti 12 Gauge, Condor, Pistole), Explosives (Mk-NDI, Dynamit, RPG-7).

lesson learned: every weapon have their utility, for instance, if in far away (the situation we are in under attack), then the enemies like so easy to make us die directly, i will simply throw my RPG to them, then their fort is boomed!)

+ since Uncharted 4 will be adapted to be a movie.

There will be Tom Holland as young Nathan Drake, Jake Gyllenhaal as his brother: Samuel, Chris Pratt as their friend: Sully, and Margot Robbie as Nathan’s wife. What a movie!?* i was wondering the difficulties in adapting games to film, what should be count and not. Alrite, we will see~

*the fixed one is only Tim Holland.

whoo, that’s all! Go enjoy playing Uncharted 4 sis!

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Harvest Moon, Pt. 1

Steve Rogers x Reader, Summer AU

A/N: Every chapter will have a designated song to it, so please take a listen! Will be linked below. I don’t own any Marvel characters.

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Chapter One: The World at Large – Modest Mouse

The drive was surreal, like stepping back into time; when things were good, and life wasn’t so hard. Now, you drive alone, music loud enough to drown away all your thoughts. The two-lane road catered to those who adored the wilderness, trees planted firmly on the edge of the road acting like a winding guide to the lake. It had been over a decade since your last visit, you hoped it hadn’t changed but that’s what time does; changes things. Putting the music louder, you look over your shoulder to the moving box nestled into the back seat – a lone box, it looked so depressing, so you turned back to the road and continued on and felt some hope when you saw that you were only a half mile away.

….

James stared at his friend with a frown, watching as he pumped gas into the car with a distant look on his face; as if he was somewhere else. Giving him a few more seconds to be in his own head, James hollered at his friend from where he stood, a little off to the side; he held up the water bottles he had bought from inside the gas station, and asked if he wanted to switch driving duty.

Steve shook his head. “I don’t mind it, Buck.”

“You sure? Looking kind of tired, punk.”

“I’m sure,” he replied, nodding from him to get in the car as he finished up. Steve watched his friend and sighed when he heard the passenger door close, it wasn’t like Bucky was a bad driver, the man drove like an old lady, but the road kept Steve’s mind clear. Kept it clear from the fact that he hadn’t painted or drawn a single piece in weeks – the inevitable dry spell that most artist encounter was taking its toll on his psyche. That's why he was on this blast from the past road trip; Bucky was getting married in a few weeks and things were going to get busy, so he wanted a trip with his best friend in hopes to help him unwind. Steve was grateful for the distraction and the lake Bucky had chosen to visit was one with a lot of memories, mostly good. He remembered the Barnes inviting him on the family trip every summer, Bucky and him going wild for the two months; freedom to roam and play, it had been a great adventure, even more so when they turned 11 and girls had started to pop up on their radar – especially one.

“Do you remember Y/N?”

Bucky glanced over to his friend, whose eyes were on the road. He snorted and said yes. “That girl was wilder than the two of us combined. Man, she was great.”

“Yeah.” Steve remembered, remembered it all like it was yesterday. The first time he saw you, you were standing at the edge of the lake, hunched over with a walkie talkie tucked into the back pocket of your shorts. He remembered being intrigued and leaving Bucky’s side to take a closer look, his scrawny body hid behind a tree when he drew close enough to hear you mumbling.

“You son of a bitch,” you grumbled, fidgeting with something in your hand. Steve tried to see what it was, causing him to trip over a root. He groaned as his tiny body hit the ground, but quickly looked up to see if you had heard the commotion; you had. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he lied, getting up slowly. You watched him for a moment before walking over, holding out a hand. He took it without hesitation and thanked you. “Is this your first time at the lake?’

You nodded. “My dad and mom are trying to fix their marriage.”

Steve’s eyes widen at your brazen mouth but thought not to offer up sympathy; you seemed like the kind of girl who could punch him. Instead he said “oh” and asked if you wanted to be friends. Your eyes had lit up, and you grinned, holding up the hand you were cursing earlier.

“If you can take this bracelet off my wrist, I’ll be your friend,” you explained, holding out your arm. Steve stared at you, wondering if this is how all girls were and decided he hoped so as he attempted to pull it off, but he was a weak kid, always had been – but he had a brain.

“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere,” he urged, and you agreed, going back to your spot near the lake to wait. A few minutes passed when he returned, out of breath and a bit sweaty, but with a pocketknife and a friend at his side. “This is Bucky,” he said, chest inhaling deeply. “Let me see your arm.”

You held it back up and didn’t flinch when he held it tight. “I’m going to count to three and cut it, okay?”

“Okay.”

Bucky, who was much taller than his companion, grinned. “Don’t cut off her arm, Stevie.”

“Shut up, Buck,” he remarked, taking a breath as he placed the knife under the blue yarn bracelet. He counted to three in a whisper that seemed to be more for him and then with one sharp move, it was off and on the ground. You shouted in relief and held up a hand for a high five to both boys.

“We’re friends now,” you declared and the two seemed pleased.

“Do you want the bracelet,” Steve asked, bending down to retrieve it. Shaking your head, you said no. So, without thinking, he tucked it into his pocket and asked what cabin your family was in. It was a cabin two doors down from Bucky’s and he asked if you wanted to go explore the woods with them.

“Hold on, I have to ask my mom,” you said, pulling out the walkie talkie. The two boys glanced at each other with amusement as you radioed your mother, explaining that you met two boys. “I think they’re my age, let me ask.”

“We’re 11,” Bucky answered, and you nodded.

“They’re my age.”

Steve listened as your mom said okay but to be back before dark. “Dad wants to take us out to dinner at the lodge.”

Agreeing, you said goodbye and grinned. “Let’s go.”

That’s how it all started; a friendship between the three of you every summer until you stopped going the summer you all were 16 – that summer, when Bucky and Steve showed up, there was no sign of you and even a week later, still hoping you’d come, they knew it was over. Of course, Steve and you had exchanged addresses when you were younger, but by the time the two of you were 16, things like Myspace and AIM had taken place of physical letters. He had looked you up one day, after coming back that summer, when he was supposed to be studying at the library; his mom couldn’t afford a desktop for the house and he had never been much of a social media person, but that day he made an account and looked you up. It had taken a few minutes of going through profiles, but he finally found you. He sent a friend request and to his surprise, seconds later you accepted and sent him a message. You were so happy to hear from him and explained that your parents had finally divorced and that’s why you hadn’t come that summer. After that, the two of you kept in touch until life just happened. By the time he hit 18, neither of you had reached out to one another, busy with friends and such.

It happens, but Steve would be lying to himself if he said he never thought of you and as he drove closer to the lake that given him a friendship he had never let go of; he hoped it would ignite the fire in him once more.

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Harvest Moon, pt. 3

Steve Rogers x Reader, Summer AU

A/N: Every chapter will have a designated song to it, so please take a listen! Will be linked below. I don’t own any Marvel characters.

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Chapter Three: Don’t Worry Baby

It was a little after two in the afternoon as you strolled alongside the lake, smiling at the children playing and families getting settled in their respective cabins. Walking for a good fifteen minutes, you stopped at the tree line near your cabin and stared out toward the lake; the cabins interior might have changed, but the lake never grew a day older. If you closed your eyes, everything would come back to you; the laughing and running, the sun on your skin as it dried from swimming and the hunger pains that came shortly after. Except, you could really feel them because you indeed were hungry. Remembering there was a little diner in town, which was only a ten-minute walk from the office check in cabin, you decided to head over.

….

Steve was on the deck, grilling some burgers; the two men never wasted time when it came to food and immediately set up to cook ten minutes after settling into the cabin. Bucky was inside gathering the buns and condiments. It was starting to feel good to be away from the city and Steve was glad he came; waving at the cabin neighbors to the right – it was a small family of four and they all greeted him before setting off toward the lake. He watched the family until someone caught his eye; a woman lingering near the trees, two cabins down. She was just standing there and for a moment he had flashbacks of seeing you for the first time, which made him smile and go back to focusing on the burgers.

“The lady in check out said all the cabins are booked up, so it’s going to be pretty busy around here,” Bucky said, walking out with a handful of things. Steve nodded and flipped a few burgers, asking if he wanted to walk around the town later.

“I wonder if the ice cream shop is still there.”

“Probably,” Bucky answered, taking a seat at the deck table. “I don’t remember the town being so close.”

“Right?” Steve laughed and said it felt like the walk was longer as children. “Doesn’t seem like more than a ten-minute walk, remember it felt like forever when your mom sent us to the grocery store?”

“Well, you were a little puny stick back then,” Bucky pointed out with a laugh.

“Oh, fuck off, Buck.”

The two friends laughed, and Bucky reached over to the portable speaker he had brought to play music out on the deck – syncing it to his cell, he shuffled his Spotify likes and thanked Steve when he placed a burger on his plate. The Beach Boys came on and they settled down to eat, enjoying each other’s company as the lake came to life with splashing and joyous commotion.

…

You strolled out of the cabin with a smaller messenger bag laid across your chest, cell in hand as you walked toward the pavement trail that led to the main lodge building – a ten minute walk from there would get you to the grocery store in town. With a pair of shades on, you walked past the cabin next door and nearly ran into a little girl.

“Sorry,” she cried out, running back up the stairs to her cabin. You smiled as she snatched a towel off one of the deck chairs and flew back down the stairs, apologizing again. Waving to her, you watched as she raced toward, who you could only assume was her family. She looked to be about nine and her family looked happy, and that made you a bit sad. Your family had been that happy once, before things crumbled and while they remained civil after the divorce, your dad was never the same. Taking a breath, you continued to walk and saw that the cabin the Barnes use to stay in was occupied. A part of you expected to see Mr. Barnes grilling while Bucky and Steve watched contently, but instead as you drew closer you heard music and the laughs of two adults. Then you heard voices, two men talking and as you past quickly, wanting to mind your own business, one hollered at you.

“Good afternoon,” he shouted in a friendly tone and you quickly gave them a glance. You weren’t here to make friends, if anything you wanted to be a wallflower in everyone else’s happiness. So, you just waved and said hello back without making eye contact, keeping a steady pace until you were two cabins away. Your stomach growled and you decided to have a heavy lunch at the diner before grocery shopping, something greasy and a milkshake from the ice cream shop if it was still open.

….

“She was cute.”

“You’re getting married, Buck,” Steve reminded him, and Bucky laughed, explaining that he was looking for him.

“When’s the last time you went out with a girl?”

“I’m not here to date, I’m here to get some work done,” Steve advised, and Bucky grinned, patting his friend on the shoulder. He understood that Steve was having a hard time being inspired and that the studio he worked out of was eager for something new to show, but he wanted his friend to relax and if getting laid was going to help, he wanted to make sure it happened. Steve knew Bucky meant well, so he grinned and admitted the woman who walked by was cute. “But she didn’t seem like she was up for meeting new friends.”

Bucky laughed and agreed. “Yeah, but there’s a bar in town, we’re old enough now. Wanna head over later?”

Steve shrugged. “Why not, but I want to see if that ice cream shop is still open.”

“Fuck yes, that place was so good.”

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