#twistonthemythchallenge

[hellomissmabel]

Arranged

MASTERLIST

Pairings: Bucky (Hephaestus) x (Aphrodite) reader, some Tony (Ares) x (Aphrodite) reader

Warnings: Allusions to a sexual encounter, shaming, kinda fluffy ending tho

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: Hephaestus (Bucky) marries Aphrodite (Y/N) and things don’t go as planned. It’s an arranged marriage, forced by Zeus himself. Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, isn’t very pleased with her new husband and his charred left arm. She’s used to handsome lovers, passionate lovers, such as Tony Stark/Ares. But what’s on the outside doesn’t reflect what’s on the inside and after Bucky and Y/N hit a massive bump in the road, it seems they might grow closer after all.

A/N: It’s been super busy, shit hit the fan last week and I’m very late with this. Not as good as I had hoped as I needed to rewrite a couple pieces. Might be open for a part 2? Written for @it-sammi-matthews

You had imagined your wedding to be different. Romantic, as befitted the Goddess of love and beauty. Instead, your father had arranged a court house wedding that couldn’t be more rushed. Your now husband, whom you had rarely spoken to before, reluctantly held your hand during the ceremony. And when it was time to kiss the bride, he gave you a chaste kiss to your cheek, as per your request.

You would’ve loved for your husband to be handsome, which he was in his own way but not the way you preferred. Bucky Barnes, also known as Hephaestus amongst the other deities, had a chiselled jawline and deep blue eyes. Although his face could be defined as crafted by the most talented sculptor, his left arm however was not. It had been charred by the heath of his workshop, where he would forge weapons for Gods and Men.

As soon as your marriage has begun, it had already ended as well. It was a well-kept secret that you had many suitors, whom you preferred over your own husband. One of them was the God of War, Ares, known to mankind as Tony Stark. He is charming and passionate, your romance a rollercoaster ride of sneaking around and making out in the smallest of corners.

It’s in one of those corners that Steve (Hermes) caught you. Unbeknownst to you, your husband Bucky had assigned Hermes to follow you and make note of your daily routines. He had noticed you were acting off lately, spending more time with your fellow goddesses than in your personal quarters and those you shared with Bucky.

Bucky had therefore once asked you if you were bored and if you wanted to join him at the workshop sometime. You had replied that you did not share his interests in weaponry, only jewellery, and thus did not want to accompany him at any given time. It was also too hot for you at the workshop, Bucky always working bare-chested, sweat dripping from his skin.

It had then plagued his mind with questions such as “does she find me repulsive” and “does she have another lover”, prompting him to inquire with his friend, Steve. The blond had claimed there was no reason to worry, nothing to be concerned about, that Aphrodite’s days of fluttering from one boy to the next were over.

“She is not a promiscuous goddess, my friend,” Steve had assured Bucky, “She is committed to only one man.” Unfortunately, the God had not mentioned this God was not Bucky, rather Tony Stark and that it was the God of War that Aphrodite spent most of her waking hours with.

Yet Bucky was not convinced by Steve’s words and started his own investigation, coaxing Steve into helping him. It is then that Steve overheard you whisper to Tony about a secret rendezvous later that day, in the corridors leading up to Tony’s private quarters. He passed along this information to Bucky, who decided to catch the two of you in the act and shame you in front of all Olympus.

The night had only just fallen as Tony pressed his lips to yours with a grunt. “You sure you want to do this here, Y/N? So open and exposed… Just like you this morning, when you visited me in my chambers unexpectedly.”

Silencing him with another fiery kiss, you hoped nobody had heard you as footsteps approached just as Tony’s hands untied your robes. He was about to lift you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist, when your husband rounded the corner and your face paled instantly.

But Bucky did not look shocked, appalled or surprised but rather relieved. Soon many others followed behind Bucky, as he had rounded up most of the other deities with the excuse of a party at Tony’s, the God of War notorious for his impromptu festivities, even more so than Dionysus.

So as you and Tony, both half-naked, were stared at and scorned, Bucky’s smug grin quickly disappeared by a sad smile as he noted the tears of shame welling up in your eyes. He just wanted to teach you a lesson, that’s all. He did not mean to break your heart or tear up the image you had of him as a virtuous man.

Because Bucky didn’t know and also never asked for your opinion on anything, too busy at the workshop to notice you weren’t so much bored but more lonely, secluded from all that is familiar. With our marriage, you had to leave behind your spot at Olympus where you had lived all this time, moving over to Bucky’s quarters who were hidden far away from all the other Gods and Goddesses.

You loved that he was the quiet type, not a man of words but of actions, getting things done rather than talking about getting them done. You appreciated that he remembered little things and quirks, such as which flowers you preferred and from which meadow or that time you woke up to find your favourite fruit on the table, fruit that can only be found in one specific region of Greece.

Yet apart from these gifts, he did not share much with you. He wasn’t much of a talker, so when he asked if you were bored, you felt insulted for obviously he did not realise that you were feeling so out of place. It’s why you replied so shortly and acted so mean towards him, even though that was not your intention at all.

After the incident with Tony, you did not speak a single word to the God of War again and avoided his presence. The same you did with Bucky, moving most of your things back to your old quarters and shunning him at official occasions where both of you were required by Zeus’s command. This pulled Bucky even deeper in his hurt, as he was hurt by your cheating and hurt by his own actions as he thought that exposing you would bring him the absolution he sought.

It was one early morning, when he wanted to make it up to you with your favourite flowers from your favourite meadow, that he ran into you after weeks of being ignored by you. Both of you had had the same idea, to pick flowers from the meadow, as soon winter would announce its arrival and there would be no more flowers for another two seasons.

You had spotted him from afar an had half a mind to return, but as he heard the rustling of the grass, Bucky turned around and called out your name. Like a statue you froze to the ground, sighing deeply as you were afraid of a confrontation. A conversation you could handle, but for your husband to flat-out tell you he despised you was a bridge too far.

Much to your surprise, Bucky held up the flowers he had assembled and offered them to you with a shy, boyish smile. “For you,” he said in a gruff voice, clearing his throat once you had accepted the flowers. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?,” you mumble softly, admiring the beauty of the bouquet, casting your eyes down as you were wary of what kind of emotion his would display, confused by this turn of events since you had expected him to be cross at you, not apologise for what he had done.

Bucky nods and lifts your chin with his finger, gently. “I should have talked to you first and not put you on the spot like I did. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too,” you reply eventually, eyes sincere. “I don’t love him. I love how he makes me feel. Wanted. Desired.”

“I know. And I know I’m not the kind of man you can love easily.” He looks down at his left arm and hand, grimacing. Then his blue eyes find yours again, his voice soft and sweet. “But I would like to get the chance to love you.”

[rauliskafan]

Magic in Manhattan

Would you like a little Rafael Barba x Reader by way of “Tristan and Isolde?” Read on for more (for lt-sammi-matthews Twist on the Myth Challenge). Enjoy!!!

“You’re going to put the screws to him, right?”

Mark spoke out of the corner of his mouth as the pair of you sat at the defense table, listening to the man whose sole mission in life was to take your client down for fostering a campus rife with harassment complaints. While the idea of the latter turned your stomach, Mark swore up and down that it was a setup, that he was collateral damage in a world gone mad. You wanted to believe him. He had never been anything but generous as your mentor. The fact that he occasionally flirted was beside the point.

The fact that you wanted to beat ADA Rafael Barba at his own game had everything to do with the matter and more.

As soon as the well-dressed man with the emerald eyes rested his closing argument, he sent a smirk your way. You resented it. Did he think that you were being played? Or that you weren’t up to the challenge?

You would do your best to prove him wrong on both counts..

“Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, good morning. The prosecution took up the better part of an hour essentially repeating the same point. Surprised he didn’t throw an interpretative dance into the mix.”

That got some giggles out the jury, and you took the moment of laughter to deliver your own smirk to the ADA. He sat stone-faced but just curled his long fingers around a gold pen. Good. You wanted to get under his skin from the start.

“I will not be nearly as long-winded,” you continued. “My client, Dr. Mark Brower has served Hudson University’s Criminal Justice Department honorably for the last seven years. He certainly respects the gravity of these accusations. He would be the first to tell you that he applauds any woman with the strength to come forward after an assault.”

You caught a glimpse of Barba leaning forward in his chair. He had to wonder where you were going with this.

“But make no mistake,” you continued. “There are such things as baseless claims in our current climate, and three students in a span of seven years does not a predator make. I would argue it makes up a select student body who simply could not hack the coursework, and now here we are.”

Hearing the murmurs from the gallery mingled with two jurors who nodded at your logic set your mind more and more at ease. And Barba looked ready to sport a glove of ink, his pen about to explode in his palm.

“I’m sure the ADA is prepared to jump through a lot of hoops to convince you otherwise. But we have our own evidence. And when we reach the conclusion of this case, I have faith that you fine people will make the right decision. Thank you.”

Feeling supremely pleased with yourself, you sauntered back to the defense table, your eyes locking with Mr. Barba’s. Perhaps he wanted to wield his pen as a different kind of a weapon. No matter. Those possible sentiments mirrored yours exactly, and by the end of this trial, you would wipe that smug look off his face for good and all.

“Fancy meeting the likes of you here.”

Looking up from your legal briefs, you cringed at the sight of Barba polluting your favorite watering hole. Wasn’t he the Forlini’s type, his lips forever pressed to that holier-than-thou lieutenant’s ass?

“I trust you’re not following me, Mr. Barba,” you challenged as he hovered close to your place at the bar.

“After trying to track your dizzying line of questioning for the better part of the afternoon?” he shot back. “Thank you, no. I’m in the market for a reprieve.”

“And yet, here you are.”

As the bar was jam-packed on a Friday night, the man wearing pinstripes had one of two choices: retreat or assume the seat at your side. It did not surprise you when he opted for the latter, a feeble attempt to mark his territory and make your night a misery.

Two could play at that game.

“What are you working on?” he asked as he sipped a glass of scotch on the rocks.

“In what world do you think I would share my strategy with you?” you inquired in a blistering tone, taking care to shield your notes with your forearm.

“Certainly not this one,” he reasoned. “I thought maybe you were prepping for your next client.”

“My next client?” you asked, suddenly and slightly confused.

“That’s right,” he said, letting you hang in suspense as he took another drink. “Who’s next? Going to try to get Madoff a retrial? Or perhaps you prefer educators who take advantage. Absolutely no shortage of those these days.”

Seething where you sat, working overtime to let the insult wash over you and drip to the floor littered with peanut shells and pretzel dust, you polished off your bourbon and signaled to Bree, the distracted girl behind the bar who kept checking her phone, for another.

“And you are so sure that my client is guilty,” you spat. “Because you’ve never head of someone lying to get a leg up.”

“Of course I have,” he admitted as he downed the rest of his drink. “It happens. I’d ask if you made the same move with Brower---”

“Careful, counselor,” you warned as the door to the bar opened, bringing in a double date and an early autumn breeze.

“I was only going to say that you’ve made your marks based on merit. I would never deny that.”

He finished his drink and also ordered a refill. You stared at him carefully, considering how you should take the compliment and whether or not there was something sinister lurking beneath its surface.

“You would just accuse me of selling out my entire gender to get my name on the front page,” you finally said, not willing to give so much as an inch. Now his silence spoke volumes, and you turned away with a sneer.

“Hey!” you called out to Bree who was deep in conversation with one quarter of the double date. “Some service here, please?”

Bree started forward when her boss, a burly man with tattoos, intervened.

“Come on, Bree,” he muttered. “Got to move faster on a Friday.”

With that, he quickly picked up two shots of what looked like tequila and set one glass before you, one next to Barba.

“On the house,” the tattooed man said. “We’ll get you your right refills in just a moment.”

Needing a drink of something, anything, now, you lifted the shot glass to your lips and drank the contents in one swallow.

Strange. It tasted far sweeter than you expected. Barely any trace of alcohol. If you didn’t know any better, you would swear it was honey seasoned with… seasoned with what? Herbs? Was it laced with something? You just made out Bree’s eyes go wide and started to speak when Barba chuckled.

“That supposed to intimidate me or something?” he asked. “You mixing your drinks? Better study your adversaries a little more closely.”

Before you could offer anything in the way of a warning, he followed your lead and consumed the shot. Almost instantaneously, you saw his puzzled eyes, his lips lengthening into a straight line as his brow furrowed. He had to taste it, too. Had to wonder what was wrong with the beverage. Feeling the need to ask him as much, you met his eyes.

The world stopped moving. All the sounds in the room retired like children being called away from a summer night so they could get some much-needed sleep. The light in the bar stayed dim. Except for the place where Barba sat. There you saw a glow emanating from the man. Had it always been there? Why had you never noticed it before?

“Barba…”

Your own voice sounded different. Softer. At the very least, it was a tone that you had never used with him. When he tried to speak, only a sigh hit the air, sweet and gentle. Like a pie left cooling on a windowsill and promising even more thrills once one bit into the crust to savor the juices of the fruits so artfully buried within.

“I… I don’t know…”

He said nothing else. Simply took your hand in his. That same hand that might have crushed a pen with one squeeze let its fingers lace with yours. So soft. Setting your skin on fire and yet there was no burn.

“I don’t know either,” you murmured as you stretched towards him

And his kiss claimed yours, your flavors blending as you solved the mystery of your heart’s hidden desires by way of his mouth.

“What the hell, Bree?”

“Jerry, I can explain.”

“Did you dose them with something?”

“It wasn’t supposed to be for them.”

“So you admit it?”

“It was for my friends. Well, for their dates.”

“Why? You trying to set them up or something?”

“No! It was to make them fall in love!”

Bree and the bartender continued bickering back and forth. Some sense of sound returned when they ushered you from the bar to a backroom.

But Barba’s moans still bested any other voices.

“God, why didn’t we do this sooner?”

Answering his question with another kiss, you sat beside him on a battered couch. With your arms about his neck, you ran your eager hands across his back, under his blazer. You could feel his muscles straining through his vest, his shirt. He grazed his fingers over your legs and tenderly reached under your skirt. Sliding closer, sighing as he stroked your thighs, you dragged your lips towards his ear.

“Time… wasted,” you managed as you nibbled his lobe. “Looking at you in court every day… it was torture.”

Drawing you nearer, he guided you to his lap. One hand stayed on your leg as he began to unbutton your blouse, your breasts anxious for his touch when Jerry cleared his throat and Bree rushed forward.

“Guys,” she started. “Sorry. I… this was a mistake.”

“Hardly,” Barba argued before gazing into your eyes again. “I was fated to come here tonight. To fall in love.”

“Oh, Rafael!” you sighed, pushing him to his back, desperate to have him wearing much less when Bree furiously clapped her hands and stamped her foot.

“It was a love potion!” she shrieked.

“And it’s in her eyes,” Barba said as he caressed your face, and you leaned your cheek into his palm.

“You say the sweetest things,” you said, needing to kiss him again when Jerry groaned.

“Before I fire you, Bree, please tell me that there’s an antidote.”

“Not really,” she said. “I mean… I mean we could try to separate them or something.”

“Not on your life.”

Easing away from you ever so slightly, Barba rose and helped you to stand on wobbly legs. But as long as you could lean against him…

“She stays with me always,” he said. “Isn’t that right, querida?”

Your weak knees knocked together at the word, and you had no other choice but to cling to him, squealing as he lifted you into his arms. Jerry and Bree stood stunned as Barba brought you out the city street that seemed paved with even more flowers.

And you kissed him so hard that he had to sink to the curb even as his embrace stayed tight.

“What?” he asked as he nuzzled your nose.

“Querida?” you asked.

“Term of endearment. Do you not like it? I can change it if---”

“I love it,” you said. “I want to call you so many things.”

“Like what?” he asked, kissing you again as if he needed your breath to stay alive.

“Mine,” you murmured. “Always. Forever.”

He nodded, and you started to drift deeper into the pavement as a taxi pulled up.

“You crazy kids okay?” the bearded cabbie asked. “Somewhere you need to go?”

Once again, Barba helped you to your feet. You were more than ready to offer your place for this night, for the weekend and longer, when Barba stopped short and fashioned a smirk that made you blush.

“What are you thinking?” you asked.

“What you said. Making you mine. Forever.”

“Are you serious?”

You were still giddy and barely able to walk from the feel of Barba inside you for nearly two nights straight. But despite your ardor, there was still a job to do. And you stood together before the bench as you smiled into his eyes.

“Forgive me… forgive us your honor,” you started. “But it has to be a conflict of interest for me to go up against my husband in court.”

Barba laughed and kissed your lips, your mussed hair. The flight to Vegas took no time at all in the space of his arms. Once arrived, you found the first chapel available and spoke vows with an Elvis impersonator as your witness. When the officiant deemed that you were indeed man and wife, he tossed chips in the air. But you had no desire to make your way to the tables. Better to linger with him in a bed adorned with Lucky Sevens and savor so many sensations as the arid sun set and rose and left the room once more. You wanted his hands everywhere, kept him by your side throughout bubble baths and the few stolen moments to eat. Beyond that, you held him until he looked to his phone with a heavy sigh.

It’s almost Monday.

Let’s not go back.

Just to recuse ourselves. And then I’m taking my bride home.

Which led you to the courtroom. Just holding his hand was so much less than what you needed from his fingers, but the judge ultimately rolled her eyes. She warned of consequences for both of you. No matter. Soon enough you were back in the fresh air, on the courthouse steps, and in Barba’s arms.

“How do I love you so much?” he murmured into your hair.

“I know. Was it the drink?”

“No way. I always thought you were amazing.”

“Did you?”

“Smart as you are? How could I not.”

Weak in the knees all over again, ready to hail a cab and get back to the nearest bed, your wish was cut short by the harsh sound of a familiar voice.

“What the hell, you bitch?”

Mark stood only a few feet away, glaring with his hands in his pockets as Barba eased you behind his back.

“Don’t talk to my wife that way,” he cautioned.

“Your wife? In one weekend?”

“Mark, please,” you said. “Just find another attorney.”

“I want you.”

“I’m spoken for.”

Once again, the world came to a halt, Barba glowing as your mouth met his. His kiss tasted sweeter still, and you were more than ready to take your leave when Mark lunged forward.

“Do you think I would let you do this?” he barked.

“Hey, let her---!”

“You’re not like those other sluts. They were asking for it. You played hard to get. What else do I have to do to make you mine?”

Seeing him clearly as if for the first time, you shuddered but still summoned the strength to push him away, to nearly send him stumbling back.

“So it’s all true,” you said. “Mark, you need a lot more help than what I can give you.”

“I paid for you to stand by me.”

“Then you can have your money back,” you reasoned, any ire in your soul calming as Barba touched the small of your back. “I got a better offer in every way, shape, and form.”

Still strange how it happened. A part of you had desired him the second you saw him walk by in a three-piece suit. Now you only wanted him out of the pinstripes once more and started to kiss him…

“I’ll sue the both of you for damages!”

Mark screeched as he plowed forward. Barba pushed you out of the way and stood to ward Mark off when they both tumbled down a few steps. You screeched, your hands on your mouth as you thought of his head hitting a sharp edge, his beautiful mind stilling his beautiful heart.

“Rafael!”

Seeing no blood in is hair, you raced forward and clasped his hand.

“Baby?” you whispered.

His green eyes sparkled, the one breath he managed to exhale sweeter than ever as his finger reached for your hair.

“Querida…”

Hearing him speak soothed your heart, and you were ready to help him up when you saw the gold pen that had stayed so long in tact dislodged from his pocket…

…and sticking out of his chest.

“Uh… Mrs. Barba?”

You sat with his bloodied blazer in your hands, listening carefully to the doctor’s words. Lost a lot of blood. Critical but stable. Think he’s going to pull through.

Now the world moved. You heard his mother weep tears of joy and saw his colleagues, the lieutenant you had disparaged in particular, smile at the news. Your husband. Your most beautiful love going to come back to you in one piece. You hugged the doctor as you cried happily and asked to see him.

“Of course. Right this way.

Finding him pale under thin sheets, you set his coat aside and sat beside him.

“Hey. You’re going to be alright. You better be, Mr. Barba. You don’t get to barrel your way into my heart and leave me in the lurch.”

Not that you fully understood how it had even happened. Had Bree said something about a love potion? But that was the stuff of fairy tales. This was real, more real than any other moment or man that you had ever---

“Hello,” he said in a weak voice. You barely took in the sight of his troubled expression when you hugged him gently, your kisses threading through his hair

“Don’t you dare go scaring me like that again,” you whispered as you finally met his eyes and stroked his clammy cheek. His eyes grew more and more quizzical until he took your hand…

…and lowered it to one side.

“So… so it wasn’t all a dream then?” he began.

“What Mark did? I’m so sorry, baby. That was very real.”

“No. No I mean… us.”

“Us?” you echoed. “Well… yeah. We… we fell in love. We got married. Don’t you remember?”

You showed him the cheap band of gold that was now your most cherished piece of jewelry and watched his face appear to put the puzzle pieces together.

“I… remember,” he finally said. “We… we took a drink. And then…”

“Magic,” you insisted, your throat starting to tighten. Maybe it was a spell of some sort, but you didn’t care. It seemed so right. He said… he showed you that he felt the same way.

So what---?

“I think…”

“Yes?”

“I think it wore off.”

And your heart that had been so full shattered, the bits of glass seeming to swim through your body, bringing pain to more places than you could count.

“No,” you said. “You’re just… maybe it’s the anesthesia or something. Plus you lost a lot of blood.”

“I get that,” he admitted. “But I don’t… it doesn’t feel the same. You don’t… look the same. I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you. But---”

“Save it.”

Finding it a struggle to stand with your broken heart, you removed the ring and started to leave the room. Suddenly feeling more like your old self, you turned on your heel to stare him down.

“Was it a trick?” you accused. “To make me throw the case? Look like a fool in front of the judge?”

“Think we’re both in that boat,” he murmured, his face seeming so sad. But now you were seeing him as was before, as he had always been.

“So maybe it was just about getting me into bed,” you hissed.

“No, I---”

“Save it, Mr. Barba,” you barked. “I’m having this sham of a marriage annulled ASAP. And do not call me again.”

Maybe it was his hurtful words or your dose of flowers having run its course, but now the spell ceased for you, too.

You sat solemnly in your office, trying to make sense of the past few days. As you were still his wife, word had reached you that Barba was to be released from the hospital. Not that you had any plans to see him. Toying with the notion of abandoning Manhattan altogether, you glanced up at the sound of a soft knock on your door.

“Hi.”

He still seemed pale, but he was up and about. While you did not wish the man dead, you stood with every intention of ushering him out when he held up one hand.

“Five minutes. That’s all I ask.”

Nodding, you glanced at your watch and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Come to rub salt in my wounds?” you asked.

“Nothing like that,” he said. “I… I should’ve called you.”

“I wouldn’t have answered.”

“I figured. So I… I actually called the girl from the bar.”

Lowering your arms, you watched him reach into his pocket. He held a vial of the same liquid from that fateful night.

“No,” you quickly said.

“No?” he echoed.

Even as you were tempted to see him shining again, to feel his touch, to look into his eyes and feel only love springing forth from his green orbs…

“It won’t work,” you said. “It’ll only fade away again, and I… I can’t go through that…”

Breaking down, you avoided his intended embrace and sat behind your desk. Barba grimaced as he dropped to one knee, still dangling the vial between his long fingers.

“You’re right,” he said. “But what if I told you that there’s another way?”

“What other way?” you asked, reaching for a tissue to dab your eyes.

“Maybe it was… I don’t know,” he started. “Witchcraft or whatever. But that weekend with you was the happiest two and a half days of my life.”

“You’re just trying to be nice,” you muttered.

“When have you ever know me to do that?” he asked, his smirk back in full force as you relaxed some in your chair.

“Point taken.”

“And see… see the thing is…”

Finally setting the vial aside, he reached for you hand. It felt oddly familiar and yet somehow altogether different. But you did not relinquish his hold.

“When I talked to Bree, she said that she’s never seen it work that fast. She couldn’t quite figure it out. But she… she surmised that it meant that there already had to be some feeling in my heart for you.”

“For me?” you asked. “I wouldn’t have guessed that. The way you spoke to me at the bar.”

“I wouldn’t spar like that with just anyone,” he confessed. “Only someone I couldn’t help but admire. Respect. Because you’re smart. And strong. And…”

His voice trailed off as he popped the cap off the vial and promptly poured the contents into your waste paper basket before reaching for your face.

“So I say let’s give it another try,” he said. “Without it. I would have taken it again for you. But maybe… maybe we don’t even need it. Let’s give forever a chance on our own terms.”

His eyes were wide and hopeful as he tightened his grip. Of course you had always felt the same way about him. There were just too many complications to contend with.

“I… I think that’s what hurt the most,” you admitted as a fresh stream of tears trailed down your cheeks.

“What’s that?” he asked, wiping the wetness away.

“Losing you… when I… when I had wanted you for so long.”

You felt your lips mirror his smile, and he leaned in for a chaste kiss. Maybe he didn’t taste quite as sweet, but there was still a kind of magic in his mouth.

“So?” he asked as he rested his brow against yours. “What do you think?”

“I… well… I guess we are already married,” you admitted.

“Elvis said you were a beautiful bride,” he teased, causing you to laugh.

“But we need to take this slowly,” you said. “Like really get to know each other.”

“You mean out of bed,” he said with a chuckle.

“Something like that.”

“Well…”

Standing slowly, he offered his arm.

“Can I take you out for a cup of coffee?”

You waited for only a second before rising to accept his touch. Would you have ever come to this place without Bree’s brew? No way of knowing. And maybe it was better to see him clearly, to explore the possibilities over which potions had no power.

“I’d like that,” you said. Leaning closer to his side, you stepped back towards what you had lost, what you had never known…

“I like you,” he whispered, as he pecked your cheek.

And somehow his simple schoolboy words were the most enchanting incantation that you had ever heard.

[commander-writergirl]

Twist on the Myth

So I have a small confession, I thought of this challenge because of @thefanficfaerie‘s fairy tale challenge so I have to thank her for this idea and I would feel guilty if I didn’t mention this. Depending on how this challenge goes will really depend on if I ever do one again. So on with the rules and other lists.

Rules: 

You may only write character that I read or ships I read. Must be reader insert unless in case of a ship. You are more than welcomed to pick two choices, I’ll even accept doubles in the use of Gods/Goddess but you must pick different characters.

Male!Readers and Trans!Readers are more than welcomes but make sure to say it somewhere and don’t forget to mark your warnings. Also if something has gay or lesbian next to it, that is the only way it can be written.

Stories must follow the myth or legend but add your own little twist whatever that maybe, like a death was just a way to get out of a bad situation.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Rafael Barba, James Kirk, Leonard McCoy, John Kennex, Owen Grady, Frank Castle, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Peggy Carter, Wanda Maximoff, Diana Prince, Pietro Maximoff, Daniel Jackson.

Ships: Winter Witch, Winter Widow, Romanogers, Scarlet America, Scarlet Widow, Wonder Kirk, Wonder America, Captain Lightening, Stucky, Steve/Peggy, Diana/S. Trevor and McKirk

Stories will be due: August 15.

All stories or gods must either be romantic fluff, romantic smut, or just make it romantic since many of these are love stories but if you pick just a god/goddess you can make it a little angsty but it was to have love/romance in it.

Remember HAVE FUN! Write is hard, having fun with it makes it easier.

Don’t forget tag me or use the tag twistonthemythchallenge or sammi’smythchallenge

Myths/Legends:

Tristan and Isolde @rauliskafan with Rafael Barba

Hero and Leander

Robin Hood and Marian @locke-writes with Frank Castle

Guinevere and Lancelot @locke-writes with Bucky Barnes

Romeo and Juliet @bookcaseninja with John Kennex

Cupid and Psyche @musikat18 with Leonard McCoy

Orpheus and Eurydice

Adonis and Aphrodite @cappletini / @whiskeybucky with Pietro Maximoff

Ares and Aphrodite @hellomissmabel with TBD

Cliodhna and Ciabahn

Alcyone and Ceyx

Hades and Persephone @girl-next-door-writes with Bucky Barnes

Hyacinth and Apollo (gay)

Gods/Goddess: 

Freyja – Goddess associated with love, beauty, magic, sacrifice, war, death, and sexuality

Thor – God associated with thunder, lightning, storms, and fertility

Aphrodite – Goddess of Love and Beauty

Venus – Roman equivalent of Aphrodite

Artemis (lesbian) – goddess of chastity, virginity, the hunt, and the moon

Athena (lesbian)  – Goddess of wisdom, courage, the arts, and skill

Prende – Goddess of love and beauty

Astarte – Goddess of sexual love, fertility, and warfare

Hathor – goddess of the sky, love, beauty, and music

Bastet – goddess of felines, love, protection, perfume, beauty, and dance

Eros – God of Love and sexual desire

Cupid – Roman equivalent of Eros

Pothos – God of sexual longing, yearning and desire

Hades – God of the underworld

Tags: @thefanficfaerie @outside-the-government @loverbug1123 @supermoonpanda @medicatemedrmccoy @dolamrothianlady @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse @starshiphufflebadger @locke-writes @auduna-druitt @goodnightwife @daybreak96 @bkwrm523 @hellomissmabel

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This was really nice. Not exactly what I expected but I still enjoyed it none the less.

Project: Eros (Leonard McCoy x Reader)

For: @lt-sammi-matthews‘s Flip The Myth Challenge!

Summary: You’re known for your ability to make perfect matches, but what happens when you yourself fall for a man who isn’t sure he’s ready to be wooed again?

Warnings: Illness, overworking, misunderstandings, slightly all over the place but this fic took on a life of its own

A/N: This is a retelling/modernizing/flip of Eros and Psyche, which I hope kind of came across, but my brain wanted to add an illness sideplot that took over…oops. Either way, I hope you enjoy!

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TOTM Creator List

Hey everyone! This is just a reminder that Aug. 15 is the due date for all Twist on the Myth stories. Here’s a reminder of who has what.

Tristan and Isolde: @rauliskafan  Robin Hood and Marian: @locke-writes  Guinevere and Lancelot: @locke-writes Romeo and Juliet: @bookcaseninja Cupid and Psyche: @musikat18 Adonis and Aphrodite: @cappletini/ @whiskeybucky Ares and Aphrodite: @hellomissmabel Hades and Persephone: @girl-next-door-writes

Here is the original post if you need to remember who you have and the rules of the challenge 

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Successful Challenge

So today (and sometime next week for @hellomissmabel ) is the end of my Twist on the Myth Challenge. I’m so glad with how it worked out, I only had one person back out due to family Emer.

Thank you to @locke-writes , @girl-next-door-writes , @rauliskafan , @musikat18 , and @whiskeybucky for the amazing stories you wrote. I loved each and everyone of them and hope others enjoy(ed) them just as much as I have!

All stories will be updated on to my master list under challenges and I hope you all will keep an eye out for my next challenge! Happy Wednesday everyone and good night!

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Twist on the Myth Challenge

Hey everyone I still have plenty of room for my Twist on the Myth Challenge which ends on June 15th. Since that end date is eleven days away, if you want to take on another you are welcomed to just have a different character. All Stories are due August 15th. All characters and ships are still welcomed. All the rules are right here. 

Myths/Legends:

Hero and Leander

Guinevere and Lancelot

Orpheus and Eurydice

Adonis and Aphrodite

Cliodhna and Ciabahn

Alcyone and Ceyx

Hyacinth and Apollo

Gods/Goddesses:

Freyja

Thor

Aphrodite

Venus

Artemis

Athena

Prende

Astarte

Hathor

Bastet

Eros

Cupid

Pothos

Hades

Characters: 

Steve Rogers

Rafael Barba

Jim Kirk

Bones McCoy

Natasha Romanoff

Bucky Barnes

John Kennex

Owen Grady

Peggy Carter

Wanda Maximoff

Daniel Jackson

Diana Prince

Pietro Maximoff

Ships: 

Winter Witch

Winter Widow

Romanogers

Scarlet America

Scarlet Widow

Wonder Kirk

Wonder America

Thundershield

Stucky

Steggy

WonderTrev

McKirk

Tags: @thefanficfaerie @outside-the-government @loverbug1123 @medicatemedrmccoy @supermoonpanda @goodnightwife @locke-writes @dolamrothianlady @daybreak96 @hellomissmabel @bkwrm523 @auduna-druitt @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse @starshiphufflebadger @rauliskafan @musikat18 @girl-next-door-writes @bookcaseninja @chalantness @im-an-octopus

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Challenges Master list

Birthday War Paint - @auduna-druitt Satisfied - @thenewmrsweasley In with the New - @outside-the-government Affair AU with i love you, i hate you - @madhattervanessa Soulmate AU #1 - @landofmisfitfics Soulmate AU #2 - @kaitymccoy123 Soulmate AU #3- @paigeinastory

Holidays Fireworks - @auduna-druitt Barba and Snowmen - @theenchantedgalleryofstories/ @yourtropegirl DiNozzo and Mistletoe - @theenchantedgalleryofstories / @yourtropegirl Holiday Party Extravaganza - @kaunis-sielu

Twist on the Myth Three Way Love Affair - @whiskeybucky  Arranged - @hellomissmabel  Magic in Manhattan - @rauliskafan  Project: Eros - @musikat18  Home - @girl-next-door-writes  The World Goes By - @locke-writes  Brave and Bold - @locke-writes

Get Some, Give Some Steve woke to a beautiful sight - @whiskeybucky Y/N got him to do a photo shoot - @whiskeybucky Tony’s taking his granddaughter to a museum - @whiskeybucky Matt’s boyfriend picks him up for some lunch right from court - @whiskeybucky Frank and his boyfriend are just laying in bed - @locke-writes Merlin’s just working - @locke-writes

Holidays Creators List

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If only this is actually how the story went lol. I’m sure the legend of King Authur would have been completely different.

Brave and Bold

Author: locke-writes

Title: Brave and Bold

Synopsis: For @lt-sammi-matthews Twist on a Myth challenge. Myth was Guinevere and Lancelot. Character: Bucky Barnes

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,821

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Wow just wow. I really have no words to say.

The World Goes By

Author: locke-writes

Title: The World Goes By

Synopsis: For @lt-sammi-matthews Twist on the Myth challenge. The myth was Robin Hood and the character was Frank Castle

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,539

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That was so good! It definitely changed how the story actually happens, since you know Ares and Aphrodite are said to have had an affair for eons.

Arranged

MASTERLIST

Pairings: Bucky (Hephaestus) x (Aphrodite) reader, some Tony (Ares) x (Aphrodite) reader

Warnings: Allusions to a sexual encounter, shaming, kinda fluffy ending tho

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: Hephaestus (Bucky) marries Aphrodite (Y/N) and things don’t go as planned. It’s an arranged marriage, forced by Zeus himself. Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, isn’t very pleased with her new husband and his charred left arm. She’s used to handsome lovers, passionate lovers, such as Tony Stark/Ares. But what’s on the outside doesn’t reflect what’s on the inside and after Bucky and Y/N hit a massive bump in the road, it seems they might grow closer after all.

A/N: It’s been super busy, shit hit the fan last week and I’m very late with this. Not as good as I had hoped as I needed to rewrite a couple pieces. Might be open for a part 2? Written for @it-sammi-matthews

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Simple beautiful and cheesy lol. But I throughly enjoyed it even though it took awhile because I kept laughing.

Magic in Manhattan

Would you like a little Rafael Barba x Reader by way of “Tristan and Isolde?” Read on for more (for lt-sammi-matthews Twist on the Myth Challenge). Enjoy!!!

“You’re going to put the screws to him, right?”

Mark spoke out of the corner of his mouth as the pair of you sat at the defense table, listening to the man whose sole mission in life was to take your client down for fostering a campus rife with harassment complaints. While the idea of the latter turned your stomach, Mark swore up and down that it was a setup, that he was collateral damage in a world gone mad. You wanted to believe him. He had never been anything but generous as your mentor. The fact that he occasionally flirted was beside the point.

The fact that you wanted to beat ADA Rafael Barba at his own game had everything to do with the matter and more.

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