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#i Know this man got an ear pierced i just Know It like jAMES !!!!! OPEN UP I JUST KNOW !!!!!!!!!!!!!
rxsilabeth--er · 5 days
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ok this feels mean to do but, remus and a slytherin male reader. post-prank. essentially, post-prank remus is angry with sirius, but suddenly he find himself close with his 'sleazy' seatmate in charms. turns out, he's not that mean and less of a jerk from how he holds himself and how most people percieved Slytherin men. he's also very good at his studies, he helps remus out when remus seems to need it, he has this nice voice, and an even nicer face—wait what?
(i'd love to walk in the great hall with my arm around remus lupin's shoulder, maroon and burgundy marks on my neck and a sleazy grin on my face as i leaned down to his ear, just to whisper to him that his ex's staring. let 👏🏻 me 👏🏻 make 👏🏻 that 👏🏻 man 👏🏻 blush 👏🏻)
:: hickeys and a Slytherin that's tricky...
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Now calling....Author: "This was a lovely request!! Though I LOVE wolfstar, this did hurt my wolfstar heart, but I love it nonetheless!!"
Now calling....Synopsis: "...After the prank, Remus prefers sitting alone in case one of the marauders come and he bursts open at the seams, but luckily during potions, a certain Slytherin helps his wrong potion and even fixes his seams perfectly..."
Now calling....warnings: "smoking, drinking, fashion show, personal headcanons, tying Remus to his bed for his health (dw), reader is mentioned to piercings, hickeys, mentions of sexual activity, The prank, angst on Sirius's part, possibly wrong potion making, I couldn't fortunately get my hogwarts letter...I deserve to be there more than Draco Malfoy, that's for sure...male!reader. Ooc? Bellatrix and Narcissa? Bellatrix doesn't like Remus in the beginning, but settles to tolerate him cause his ma was a squib and his dad a wizard so he's a pureblood, right? Bella had sexual history with reader. Beware, this is quite long."
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the clinking of his spoon on the walls of the bubbling cauldron did not help Remus's situation, he could still hear James, Sirius and Peter's murmurs along with Severus's glare at him. What potion were they making again? Does not matter especially if you just got your heart torn apart by those you trusted the most in your life...
He softly looked around, Severus's glare still trained on him as he lowered his eyes with guilt, continuing to cut whatever he had as the instruction in his books said, his eyes already blurring the view with tears,
"You're not supposed to put three lacewings...the book says wrong." a gruff voice softly perked up as Remus flinched and looked around to find a particular Slytherin whom he had seen around, mostly smoking, snoozing or being lazy and chaotic.
With messy hair, messy shirt, Slytherin tie, a few piercings around your ears and tattoos poking out from under your sleeves, you stood there pointing at his book.
Seeing him basically zoned out string at you, you snapped your fingers in his face to pull him out of trance, as he shook his head and looked at you, his eyebrow raising,
"And what makes you think you're right?" Remus asked as he glared his eyes up and down you, as you simply shrugged and said,
"I mean, if you add three lacewings which makes the potion acidic to daisy roots who's job is to acidify the potion already, it will become..I don't know? Too acidic for anything to survive in it? We need it just enough acidic so that when we add the base, it will be enough to neutralize...I thought you were smart, Lupin."
and your words left him appalled, but he couldn't speak as he did understand your logic behind it as he scoffed and asked, "And how many am I supposed to add, genius?! Professor didn't say anything." as you looked at your own book at the corrections you made, "...One and a half".
As you said, as if on cue, Snape's cauldron bubbled too much and spilled everywhere leaving blisters on contact with bare human skin of those around as people winced and softly whispered, a Remus looked in surprise, you didn't seem shocked as Snape did think he knew better and added three and a HALF lacewings, idiot.
You simply continued to mix your potion, Remus decided to take your advice and only add one and a half instead of three like everyone did...You finished yours and tested it in front of everyone as Slughorn awarded your with fifty points for Slytherin, he must ave been impressed because this particular potion was a hard one, Remus's also turned out to be good but he was awarded only fifteen points, possibly because he showed it at the last minute.
As you got your things and walked out, the classes were over so you had free time as you walked down the courtyard down the grassy fields near the tree where the Slytherin skittles often sat. Throwing your bag up, you quickly climbed up there, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter before lighting it and smoking out smoke from your nostrils as you hummed to yourself, opening a book to read.
Remus didn't know how, but he somehow walked up and climbed up to meet you, you simply looked his way, nodding as a greeting as you went back to reading while Remus was panting from the tiny climb,
"Uhm....hey, thanks for the tip today in class..." Remus began as you nodded, taking another drag and softly blowing it out, as Remus stood there, clinging to the tree in disbelief,
"..Okay...Uhm..." he nodded to himself as he took a step down, "...What happened to you and marauders?" you asked softly, crawling to lay on your stomach on the slightly somewhat large space the tree had to offer, looking down at him with your face in your propped up hand, noticing the way he froze,
"...None of your fucking business." Remus said in annoyance, as you nodded, "Okay." you said taking another drag and blowing the smoke in his face, making him more annoyed, as he swatted your hand, "Fucking stop." Remus snarled, as you grinned..
Out of nowhere, with unknown confidence, Remus took your wrist and made you place your cigarette between his lips as he blew the smoke in your face before climbing down and walking away as you stared back at him in surprised with flushing reaching up your cheeks to warm them, a soft smile spreading your cheeks as you looked at him walking away.
You quickly gathered the book, the bag and jumped down, following him from a few feets away, walking behind him yet no doing anything, of-course he noticed, you weren't hidden or invisible and yet he didn't do anything. Up until the portrait of the fat lady you followed him and would have followed him inside if he didn't just stop in front of the portrait till you stood beside him,
"What is it? Why are you following me, you fuck?" Remus asked as you simply blew out more smoke, "You looked like shit, so I followed. I need to make you a forest brown again." you said simply as his eyes soften ever-so slightly...sighing, he gave the password and pulled you in, sitting you down and removing your tie,
"Oooh, already so eager to fuck, Lupin?" you asked smirking, making him scoff, "As if me, or anybody in fact, would sleep with a sleaze like you. Only doing it so people don't know I'm hanging with a serpent.", "Okay.. :)"
And the next month flew without a care of world for Lupin and you, as you simply pulled out a cig after classes ended and were pulled by Zahara and if she pulled you, you pulled him, cause if Zahara was around, you needed the 'Casanova' around so people don't think that Zabini be sleeping with you...
Or maybe you'd help Pandora to collect rocks or snails or slugs around the Black lake, while she rambled on and on to you while Remus stood there smoking.
Or maybe you'd be sharing a cigarette with Barty and Evan cause you three were being stingy and lazy to buy some from Hogsmeade as you three glared at Remus in envy while he wasted cigarettes from his brand new packet while he only took two drags before putting it out and pulling out another one all while smirking in your direction cause he knew you three were too prideful to ask him for one.
Or maybe you'd be reading while cuddling with Regulus and helping him annotate while Remus sat beside you hearing both of your interpretation, he didn't think you'd be into literature almost as much as Regulus while you both acted out Shakespeare sometimes.
Or maybe styling clothes with Andromeda, Narcissa and Dorcas and putting on a show for the house in the common room while people hooted or laughed at the dramatic display all while Remus sat there in confusion at how weird the whole house of Slytherin is if you don't notice the idiotic pure-blood supremacists (Lucius, Lestranges, Bellatrix, Snape, Mulciber, etc.).
The month went by quickly, you stood outside the door of the Shrieking Shack, smoking as he transformed for the month...The month had sadly two full moons and it did not go well...
if not for you standing outside until the morning and tying him to his bed, while putting on healing spells and refusing to let him go to class and leaving him there in the Shrieking Shack until the classes ended and you came back with the gang and sat beside him on the floor, playing truth or dare, having a fashion show, smoking, singing songs and playing stupid instruments and more...
For Remus, well it was small, not for the Marauders especially Sirius...No, on the contrary it was hell for them, Sirius could not help but feel guilt as he refused to let himself or James or Peter believe that he purposefully sent someone to be murder and maimed...
He could not let James or Peter turn their back on him, cause he knew that in the two's eyes he was still a good person..and a good person doesn't send someone else to be mauled....
Sirius had begun to cry himself to sleep, putting silencing charms around his bed post and sticking his curtains around him with a few spells as he heard Remus walk in every night, giggling at something another voice spoke, before he heard the sounds of him falling into his bed and the sounds of Remus...possibly kissing the person..No he could not have that in his mind..
Remus had changed a lot, everyone in Gryffindor could tell. He still wore his grandpa sweaters, but he had eyeliner around his eyes, his eyes seemed more hooded and bored, with no concealer covering his scars anymore.
And despite his sweaters, he was more often seen with Blazer, sometimes blood dripping down his nose or knuckles and mostly walking around Barty, Evan, Regulus and you, all five laughing while Pandora clung to your arm and Dorcas fussed over Remus's hair and scars and body, asking him if anything hurt...
Mary, Lily, Marlene, Alice often saw themselves being replaced by Dorcas, Pandora, Zahara and sometimes Andromeda and Narcissa and well rarely, Bellatrix who asked him to tutor her after swallowing a lot of her pride...Sirius, James, Frank, Peter saw themselves being replaced by you, Barty, Evan and Regulus...
Remus wasn't ever seen in the Gryffindor tower now, always roaming around the Slytherin common room, sometimes seen beside the Black lake with Pandora and Dorcas talking with merfolk with sign language, or waltzing with Narcissa in the courtyard who always smiled and laughed as he mixed up his steps...
And seen in the library with Zahara and Bellatrix who wore a scowl which sometimes melted away after a while as the two listen intently to whatever he taught them...
Or walking around Hogsmeade with you, Barty and Evan, Barty and Evan whining and clinging to each other before going away somewhere to make out as you simply bought him his favourite chocolates at Honey dukes and sometimes putting the tiniest bit of melted chocolate on the tip of his nose before kissing it away...
Or talking with Regulus and you about the newest books they read, or three-wheeling Andromeda and Ted, teasing the two with a smirk as you leaned against him, smoking with a smirk, sometimes enjoying him with the teasing. Sirius or other marauders couldn't bear himself seeing it and often teared up at the slightest mention of Remus and his new-found friends..
Despite being everything Sirius hated the most; a pureblood, coming from a noble family, serious, smart, cunning, ambitious Slytherin, you were everything that deserved you got and showed not everything is not as simple as it seems.
you did not worry what people thought when you helped people. Helping Andromeda through hexing a few of Ted's bullies from Slytherin who tried to hurt him for being with Andromeda,
comforting Alice after a fight she had with Narcissa,
sharing some weed with Peter,
helping Lily chase away Snape who was being too persistent,
helping Marlene get the snitch just to spite Dorcas yet make Dorcas laugh the other second cause you didn't want her to feel bad about loosing the match,
taking the blame for whatever Barty, Andromeda, Bellatrix, Regulus, Narcissa did cause you didn't want a letter be sent to their house and make them get punished by their parents,
learning to braid Zahara's hair the way she likes it to help her,
taking Pandora anywhere she wanted,
helping Evan with his homework in library...
You couldn't be thrown into one category cause you weren't like that, you were the hardest thing to navigate, you were always being sleezy, smoking, yet you helped, cared, comforted people who needed it...
The next morning as he stood up and walked down to the Great Hall, Remus left WAY earlier possibly to be with his new found friends... He walked in, and sat down as he simply ate whatever was present before Marlene smacked his hand pointed back at the entrance to see Remus.
In his usual black blazer, hooded, bored eyes, a few piercings, a cig in his hand with his shirt's top two buttons open and showing his collar and neck covered in bite-marks, hickeys...
some were even decorated with stickers as he walked and sat right behind Sirius, yawning as Zahara whistled, as Bellatrix scoffed,
"What, couldn't even handle being with Y/N?" Bellatrix asked grinning with confidence,
"Well, still better at handling him than you, no Bella? He isn't able to walk, last time I remembered, it wasn't him who couldn't walk, it was you who couldn't walk!" Remus said back with a evident smugness in his voice as Bellatrix sat there, appalled and shocked as she simply humphed and looked away as the table softly snickered...
Sirius couldn't bear to think that something he wished he could have was now with someone completely different. Sirius longed to be in your place as he couldn't help the tears which pricked his eyes...How come a large mistake of his took away everything he wished was his...?
He looked back at the entrance to see you softly walk in, slightly limping with a cig in your hand which you dropped on the floor and stamped on to put it out as you walked and sat down beside Remus, leaning against him, trying to catch on sleep which you obviously couldn't complete from last night's activities...
Sirius felt filth inside him at seeing you and Remus be together, through classes as you helped him read and developed spells for him to read through his Dyslexia, helped him sleep with a potion Regulus created to heal his own insomnia which you even gave to James to help his insomnia.
You helped Peter sometimes with his charms when he needed help, told Lily which colour looked good on her, helped motivate Marlene to cause pranks, told Mary she looked pretty, gave advice to Alice about Narcissa and even gave Rita some gossips you heard to satisfy her.
You even helped Sirius himself with pranks to pull on Snape whom you started calling "Snevillous" as well...no matter how much Sirius tried, he couldn't hate you..or even be you...
He saw you everyday with Remus, making out with him in some corner of the library, sitting on his lap to tease him, quoting books he hated simply to annoy him, stroking his scars with your fingers, putting on liner on his eyes, using spells to make drawings that Evan did to turn them into permanent tattoos, wearing his grandpa sweaters and flaunting them in front of the girls all whom laughed or giggled...
You even tried your hardest to fix the marauder's friendship, in which you succeeded..but not because their apologies were sincere, it was because you tried to fix their friendship.
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lachimolala22019 · 10 months
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Heart full of love
Chapter 2
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After losing a beloved person to a war of greed and money.
She never thought a business trip to a small village would lead her to her fate.
She never thought the heart that was once empty will be filled with so much love and adoration for these seven men who she would do anything for.
They were her family and she will burn anyone who dares to harm them.
For first time after the incident her heart was full of love.
Pairing: Hybrid!BTS X Hybrid!reader
Genre:poly, hybrid, mates
Warning: mention of blood, guns, gunshot, murder, dead bodies, reader is injured, traps, hunter, crying, deaths.
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Looking at the sky covered in dark clouds I thought of nothing and decided to close my eyes and fall back on the ground below me trying to relax.
The peaceful atmosphere was broken because of a scream followed by a loud bang. I got up in fright my ears on alert and eyes searching for any danger nearby. I was sure the loud bang was the sound of the guns of hunters. What were they doing here? Hunters usually don’t attack facilities, but I was sure the gun was fired by them.
The sound of gunshots could be heard outside with the screams of hybrids. I went toward a window to see what was going on inside. The scene that was in front of my eyes made my stomach turn in disgust. The marble of the facility which was once white now had blood on it and there were bodies of now-dead hybrids on the floor.
I saw a hunter dragging James in the corridor with his hair, James was hitting the hand of the hunter trying to free himself. The hunter threw him on the floor and pull out his gun without thinking he shot him in the head. I let out a gasp from the shock and ducked down trying to hide my back facing the wall the window being just above me. I put a hand on my mouth not wanting to let out any sound.
My heartbeat was going wild because of fear, I heard footsteps behind me coming closer and look up just as the hunter reached the window and saw me. The hunter jumped out of the window as I made a run toward the exit with all my power. Running out of the iron door of the facility I looked back to see the hunter aim at me, but as he was about to shoot he got tackled by Nate who shouted for me to run away. The hunter missed his shot, I looked forward and ran into the forest surrounding the facility not looking back again.
My eyes were getting blurry because of the tears but I kept running deeper into the dark forest. The broken branches made cuts on my feet making me wince due to the pain, breathing heavily my speed was gradually decreasing. There were no footsteps behind me anymore, just as I thought I was away from the danger I felt something sharp pierce my feet making me fall.
As soon as I fell I was pulled up with a force. I realized that I was caught in a net, and now there was no chance of my survival. I kept trying to break free, but it was of no use I finally gave up with a cry of pain and closed my eyes as tears continuously falls from them. Blood was trickling down my feet and onto the ground below. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but I finally heard footsteps followed by a voice.
“Looks like we caught something,” an unknown voice said.
“I am surprised it made it this far without getting shot. what is it through Henry ?” Another man said.
“A cat hybrid, not so rare it is useless for us.” the guy I suppose his name was Henry said.
I opened my eyes to see him take out a gun and point it at me, he finally pulled the trigger.
BANG
I jolted up from my sleep with heavy breathing and a dry throat, my clothes were sticking to my clothes because of the sweat. I have had the nightmare about that day for over 20 years. I don’t remember much about my childhood other than that day, the nightmare always felt so real. The shouts of pain and the sound of guns always echo in my brain.
There was no way of me sleeping again after that so I decided to get up. Taking the glass from the bedside table I filled it with water and drank it. My heartbeat was still uneven, after putting the glass back down I looked at the clock, it was 5 in the morning.
Letting out a sigh I went to the bathroom to start my day. Getting rid of my sweaty clothes I got in the shower. The cold water hit my face helping me relax. After taking my shower and putting on my clothes for the day ahead. I wore a simple white shirt with black office pants, pairing them up with a simple necklace and a ring.
Walking in the kitchen I picked up an apple and left the house with my bag containing all my important stuff in it.
I got in my car and took out my phone messaging my assistant that I will be leaving for the trip a little earlier than planned and not to wait for me. Putting my phone back in my purse I started the car ready for the long journey ahead.
It was an unlucky day for me, after three long hours of the journey my car stopped 30 mins away from the destination because of a flat tire. No cars were passing on the road. I hit my hand on the steering wheel out of anger and went out of the car with my bag. There was no spare tire in the trunk so I had no choice but to call my assistant if there was any signal here. But to my bad luck, there were none
I let out a frustrated cry and looked here and there for any place to stop to ask for help. I walked a bit further away from my car and after 10min I finally saw a run-down building. Suddenly the picture of the facility came to my mind but I shook my head and took a deep breath. There was a board in front of the building which had a hybrid adoption centre written on it.
There was a strange feeling in my heart that was telling me to go inside the building. I didn’t even realise when I took steps forward and went inside the building there was no one on the counter. I looked around me, the inside of the building was a bit cleaner than I outside. The smell of different hybrids made my nose burn and my head hurt.
I heard footsteps running towards me but before I could see who it was the person hold my hand in a bruising grip and rudely pulled me toward him with force. I let out a wince at the rough treatment and looked up.
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man-moth-hook-hand · 11 months
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Welcome to My Nightmare Ch. 3
Things start to pick up. Adam becomes more prevelent to the story, Michael fades out. Perhaps the boys are more than they seem? Maybe you realize things too late? 
Side note *This is the length of the two previous chapter combinned, a lot happens*
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Chapter Three: I Walk Among the Creatures of the Night
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I didn’t get good sleep last night, thankfully Lucy woke me up. She noticed, making a comment on my undereye bags. She bought my excuse about staying up too late. My mind couldn’t shake that man. He was. . . menacing. Not in a scary way, but in a nonconfrontational way, lurking in the shadows, never emerging to answer my questions. I don’t know what his motive is, why he’s following me, who he is, and why it’s only him and not Paul. He couldn’t possibly look at me through the window, I’m too high up. Right?  That bring up my dreams, how is he in them? Why is he reoccurring? What about him makes him so special?
I must be paranoid. I must be. He must have just frightened me; therefore, I’m seeing him everywhere because I’m thinking about him all the time. I mean think about it, if you want your world to change, you must perceive it to be a certain way. If I want him to follow me, I must assume he will, therefore it will happen. It’s like wanting a job promotion really bad, and eventually you get it. After I ran through my logic a few times I came to the conclusion I was being silly.
As I got ready for work, I picked up my ring, earrings, and necklace. Then, I made my way into the small bathroom to check over my outfit and fix my hair. Doing my hair in any way always made me relaxed. It was therapeutic in a way, to move each strand and take my time adjusting small details to change my look. That’s what makes me special after all.  
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Jennifer greeted me with a wave once I made it to the store. “Hey! How was the guy from last night? Did you go home with him. . . “ She questioned while wiggling her brows.
My face crinkled in disgust “Girl, he reeked of weed and asked if I wanted to ‘Hang out with some cool cats.’ Absolutely not!”
“That’s hilarious! I have to tell Adam that.” She walked behind the counter. “Come here, I’ll show you how to open.” She counted money, flipped the signs and lights on, and finally put out the displays. “We always put covers over the glass and the other displays in the back room. Brenda’s always freaking out about people stealing but, I don’t know if she’s ever heard of shoplifting.”
I marveled at the color-coded jewelry around the shop. To the right was the checkout counter with the more expensive jewelry, across there was the children’s and costume, and the mid-range was seated between the piercing station and the counter. Behind the counter was a door labeled EMPLOYEES ONLY. I smiled to myself; perhaps things were turning around for me.
The rest of the day was average, Jennifer had to pierce people’s ear because I wasn’t certified yet. It was a little jarring to see parents come in with their five year olds, or even younger children. My mother took me to get my ears pierced when I was an infant, I couldn’t believe they allowed it too. Five rolled around and James, what you would call a textbook definition of a nerd came in for the night shift with Brenda.
“How did your first day go?” Brenda asked. Today she was dawning green eyeshadow and pink lipstick. Interesting choice.
“Jennifer pierced some peoples ears and everything else seemed pretty regular, I think” I wasn’t really sure how to answer.
“Oh, that’s right! We need to get you to piercing people ears, that’s how I made most of my money, until that other guy came in offering at a cheaper price. He uses guns and that tears the ear, causing it to keloid or heal wrong.” She shook her head in distaste. “If anybody asks why ours are more expensive, that’s why, and they’re real silver and gold. Not that fake nickel shit he’s got.”
“You got it.” I said. I waved my goodbyes to everyone and tried to find my wat to Lucy. She mentioned a video store. I wandered the board walk until I found a store with TV’s and magazines. Max’s Video Store, how original. Inside, I spotted Lucy talking to a young girl with brown curly hair.
“Hey,” I waved to the both of them.
“Hi, (Y/N). this is Maria, my coworker.” Lucy gestured to Maria. She waved in response.  
“It’s nice to meet you. I’m not trying to rush you, but when do you get off?” I felt a little pushy asking her, but I wanted to just relax after dealing with cranky customers for eight hours.
“Come back in about an hour and a half, ok? Max’ll be here then.”
“You got it!” And with that I went off on my own. Shortly after stepping out of the store, I found Paul, alone again. I wondered if he even knew that white haired guy. He must, they were with each other.
“Hey Lady!” Paul bounced over to me, “What’cha doing?”
“I just got of work, I’m waiting for my ride. How ‘bout you?” I scanned the area, nothing suspicious. . . yet.
“That’s cool, so are you doing anything later?” Paul pursed his lips.
“Paul,” I sighed “I just said I was waiting for my ride.” He was most certainly not the brightest.
“Oh yeah.”
“Anyway, I’ll have to be goin’ now,” I smiled at him. Not a thought was behind those eyes.
“Alright. Well, I got to go too, see ya around squirt!” Paul yelled before dashing into the crowd. Yep, no thoughts, head empty.
I headed inside the video store, Lucy mentioned how her dad didn’t have a TV, but it wouldn’t hurt to look at some movies, right? I spotted Gizmo on the cover of Gremlins, one of my favorite movies. I went to reach for him when someone tapped my shoulder.
“Adam!” I was pleasantly surprised. “What’s up?”
“Nothing much, I just saw you in here and wanted to know if you were busy later.”
“I would but, my ride,” I gestured to Lucy, “I don’t have a ride without her.”
“I have a car,” Adam quickly suggested, “I could take you home if you wanted.”
I thought over it for a moment, “Sure, I think I could work something out, let me tell Lucy.” She was busy talking to a customer,I waited until she was done. “Hey, Lucy, my friend Adam said he would take me home tonight, so you don’t have to.”
“Oh? alright, you kids be careful!” She tried to tell me before we ran out of the store.
“Alright, what’s the plan?” I eagerly look to him.
“Well, I didn’t really plan anything; however, if you’re so inclined to do something, we can go to the beach, maybe star gaze a little?” He looked at me and wiggled his brows, I see where Jennifer got it from.
“Sure, I’d like that.” I had never really had a guy ask me to do something like that, it was romantic instead of some obscene suggestion, or I had hoped so.
Once the ride to the beach was over, Adam brought out a basket from the backseat, almost like he had been secretly planning this. He laid an old mauve purple blanket, which I think was a rich purple at one point. Then he set the basket close to him, bringing out two cans of Pepsi, along with a bag of Doritos for each.
“Seems like you planned this?” I playfully nugged his shoulder.
“What? me? no way,” He laughed at the thought. “Hey, I’ll be back, I have to powder my nose,” Adam smacked his nose as if there were a powder puff there. He seemed to be funnier the longer I was around him.
I laid there looking at the stars trying to decipher how people found the constellations. I mean, this is impressive, right? I feel like I’ve seen the big dipper in three different places. My nonsensical ramblings were soon interrupted by Adam standing ten feet away from me.
“Jesus Christ, Adam!” I clenched my heart for a moment, “Adam?” There was no answer, he looked a little different than before.  
“You mind if I join you?” the man asked. He was tall, with long dark brown hair, and conveniently didn’t wear a shirt. His slight New Jersey accent broke the silence “You wanna go for a ride? There’s the bluffs not too far from here.” he suggested.
“No, Uh, my boyfriend’s coming back so I can’t go with you. Plus, my mom’s expecting me home tonight.” I tried to shake the weird stranger off me. I don’t know if he believed me or not, I hoped that he did.
“Can I help you?” Adam’s voice came from the dark.
“No, just wanted to ask the lady if she wanted to go for a ride, I see she’s got that taken care of.” The man seemed to understand that he could not follow me without a fuss. He turned the direction that I think he came from and walked away.  
Adam rushed over to me. “Who was that?” He whispered.
“I don’t know,” my heart was beating too fast, I felt it logged in my throat. I looked to where he had gone, and my stomach dropped.
“(Y/N)” Adam tried to get my attention, “(Y/N)!” he shouted.
I looked at him. “he’s gone.”
“Yes, I know-“
“No!” I pointed to where he stood, “He’s gone.”
Adam glanced to where the man stood moments before, nothing. Somehow that was more terrifying than some person being there. Was he watching us from somewhere else? Behind? In the car? Or perhaps he was some sort of creature ready to pounce, waiting for the right moment to catch up off guard.
“Maybe we should do this some other time,” Adam suggested, “Let’s go watch a movie or something.” As we packed up our things as left, I looked once more into the night. Nothing. Perhaps a movie wouldn’t be so bad, it’s just a movie, right? Like now, it’s just a movie, it’s not real.
The only bad thing is that Adam had failed to mention the movie was at his house. “So, what do you want to watch?” He sifted thought the VHS tapes on a shelf.
I looked around the living room before planting myself on the brown couch. “I guess what ever you want to.”
“You’ll love this, It’s one of my favorite movies, besides some of the classis monster favorites.” He pulled out a movie called Fright Night.
“What’s it about?” I asked. the movie had seemed familiar. “I think I saw the trailer for that a couple years ago.”
“So like, there’s the main character Charley, and his girlfriend Amy. Charley gets a new neighbor and thinks he’s a vampire, especially after people start to go missing. Anyway, the vampire tries to seduce Amy.” Adam popped the VHS into the TV.
“What happens at the end?” I asked as Adam plopped next to me. Maybe a horror movie where a young girl is stalked by a vampire wasn’t the best option after the events of the night.
“That’s a surprise! But what I can tell you is that it has an absolutely amazing soundtrack. I have the CD actually, it was hard to find for sure.
Halfway into the movie Adam slung his arm over my shoulder. It was really cute. It was nice to have someone do little gestures to me, it makes life special. “Ya know,” Adam interrupted the movie, “this may be a little forward, but could I kiss you?”
I was absolutely dumfounded for a moment, I think my mouth was open because his expression changed quickly. “If you don’t want to-”
“No, it’s ok. I just don’t really have a lot of practice.” I reassured him.
“You ever kissed anyone before?” He leaned in close, I smelled his cologne.  
“Well, yes, but I just don’t kiss many people so I’m not sure if I’m any good.” I stared at his lips, looking at his eyes was too personal.
“I’ll teach you, come here.” Adam put his hand on my cheek, slowly pulling me closer. I placed my hand on his shoulder. His breath stuttered for a moment, our lips barely grazing each other. My heart was beating too fast, my head was hot, and I enjoyed it all too much. When our lips finally met, it didn’t feel like I had expected. We were almost in synch. Almost. Something felt slightly off, like his lips didn’t exactly match mine, perhaps our rhythms were off.
A crash outside brought us out of our kiss. I glanced at the window behind the couch we were sitting on, a flash of white caught my eye. “What was that?” I asked.
“Sorry, we’ve had a bit of a raccoon problem lately. I’ll go check it out.”
“No, that’s ok. I don’t think you should go outside.” I pulled Adam back. “Something just feels off.” I scream on the TV seemed like it was foreshadowing Adam going outside.
“Oh my God, It’s almost morning. I’m sorry but I need to start getting ready for work, we’re one of the only mechanic shops that are open 24/7.” Adam rushed to his room complaining on the way.
I sat on the couch thinking about what had happened. Wasn’t I supposed to feel good? It was a classic love story. He’s the sweet, charming guy and I’m the girl who things eventually work out for, right? I kept wondering what was wrong, this was how things were supposed to be. Every time someone mentioned meeting their partner back home it was like this. Why don’t I get to have my special moment?
Adam emerged from the hallway dressed in a mechanic’s outfit, his name embroidered in white. “I can take you home if you want, it might be on my way to work.” He grabbed his keys and dashed to the door.
“Sure.” I got off the couch and told him the address. I didn’t speak on the ride there. I couldn’t believe he just ignored what happened. The kiss, the noise outside, didn’t it matter? “Goodbye, Adam. Thank you for the ride.
“Hey, you alright?” He grabbed my hand.
“Yes, sorry my mind’s just a little preoccupied. I saw this guy at the concert on the boardwalk a couple of nights ago, and we locked our eyes, like really hard. Ever since then I think I keep seeing him, and running into him. I just feel like I’m being stalked. Ya know” I really didn’t want Adam to think it was the kiss, even thought deep down it was.
“Hey, I watch out for you, ok?” He grabbed my hand, “I have to go to work, but if you need anything here’s where you can reach me.” He scribbled down two numbers. One was labeled HOME and the other AL’S AUTO. I thanked him before going inside. I looked at the clock on the way up the stairs, 5:37 am. Jesus, I was out late. The sun is literally rising.
And with that, another day in paradise had ended.
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It's always the quiet ones - Prologue.
Mob!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader.
Summary: You don't mess with the Queen.
Warnings: Blood, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of death, mentions of decapitation, non-con kiss, assault, spitting, crying, swearing. If I've forgotten anything, please let me know.
MINORS DNI.
Word Count: 651.
A/N: Here we go! The beginning of a series! Any mistakes are my own. My work is not to be translated or posted anywhere. Please comment, like, follow and reblog! Enjoy guys! GIF ISNT MINE.
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The ropes, they carved into her skin with every move she made. The light, it made her eyes ache. The soft ‘drip, drip, drip’ of the leak in the corner pierced her ears. “Please!”. Voice horse, the taste of blood, the throbbing of her wounds…everything felt like it was on fire. “Please, let me go. I didn’t do anything wrong”. “Oh, pretty one. You did do something wrong. You fell in love with the King…and kings pay a substantial price for their queens”. The stench of coffee on his breath was enough to make her be sick, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “So, are you gonna tell me?”. Her hair was matted with blood and hung in front of her face like a curtain, but she could still see him. “Hmm? I’m not going to ask again, pretty one”. Her lips twisted into a snarl and with her last morsel of energy she spat. Blood landed on his face and before she could speak his ring clad hand connected with her cheek. A small whimper escaped her lips, but she wouldn’t scream. She’d been there for weeks, how many? She didn’t know, but it was long. “He’s coming for me. You’ll be dead before I step foot outside”. His laugh echoed off the damp walls of the room and his hand flew to her matted locks, yanking her to her feet. “Listen to me, you little bitch. I’m counting on Barnes coming for you, because when he does, I’ll be putting a bullet between his eyes, making you MY queen, and running New York. You hear me?”. A strained laugh found its way out of her ruined throat. “You underestimate him. He may be the King, but he was a soldier first, and above all that…is me”. His lips were on her in an instant, she kicked at him and tried with all her might to shove him off. It didn’t work. He tightened his grip on her hair and tossed her down on the cot. “You speak so highly of him, Y/N, but where is he? Where’s your King?”. Tears pooled in her eyes, her lip trembled, and her heart hammered against her chest. He had a point, where was he? Where was her James? His body caged hers in, a tiger looming over his captured prey. “Go on pretty girl…tell me”. Her lips curved up and she arched her body into him just slightly. He smirked, he finally got what he wanted. Or so he thought. “Fuck. You”. His hand smacked into her chest and pinned her down with bruising pressure. “Gladly”. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “That’s when everything went black. The next thing I know, I’m in Steve’s arms being carried to the SUV”. She was sat in her home, curled up beside Bucky. She was clean, in her own clothes and her open wounds had been tended to. A steaming mug was nestled in her hands and there was a plate of untouched food sitting on the coffee table. Across from them sat the men who were just underneath Bucky, the Princes of New York. Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Loki, and Thor Odinson. They served their queen; they were sworn to protect her, and they were all terrified Bucky would have their heads for what happened to her. No pain came. Just his pleads for help to kill every single man who was responsible for what happened to her. His promise to give each of them what they wanted the second he knew the bastard was dead, and they were going to deliver. She stood and paced around the room before looking at all five men in front of her. “Y/N?”. The voice she loved so much, the voice that brought her so much peace. It wasn’t a dream anymore, he was here, in front of her. “Boys?”. All but Bucky stood at her call. “Bring me his head”.
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𝐒𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏𝟕
Pairings: Kirk/Lars, Kirk/James
TW: violence, drugs, blood, injury
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Note: Thank you for all the love over the last chapter!! It honestly made my day how much you guys love this fic. I love you all ❤️
Within seconds, the gun is pushed from Kirk’s head and a shot rings out, but Kirk can hardly hear it over the ringing in his ears.
He sucks in a breath, body shaking as he opens his eyes, only to find Jason on the floor with Lars on top of him. Lars is punching, over and over and over, hitting Jason hard enough that his head smacks off of the floor.
Kirk takes a moment to get his bearings, realising Lars must have gotten out of the ropes, before bending down quickly.
He pries the gun from Jason’s gasp, ignoring Jason’s screams as Lars pummels his face into the floor, before standing up, the gun aimed in his shaky grasp.
The sling around his neck is forgotten, and he puts a hand on Lars’s shoulder, stopping him.
Lars heaves, lips still pressed behind duct tape, looking back at Kirk with frantic eyes. Kirk momentarily takes his eyes off Jason, leaning down to gently pull the tape from Lars’s mouth.
It’s not pleasant, but he manages to get it off one handed, and Lars just looks back at him like his whole world is ending.
Or nearly ended.
Kirk keeps the gun aimed at Jason but cups Lars’s cheek softly, thumbing away the tears trailing down his face.
He wants to tell him it’s okay, but even just getting a glance at Lars’s face tells him it’s not. He looks down to see the rope’s still loosely tied to one of his arms, his wrists red and inflamed.
Kirk reaches down to squeeze his hand before looking back at Jason.
Jason’s panting, blood running down his face, bruises blooming over his cheeks.
“This isn't the end,” Jason breathes, his voice throaty and rough. “I hope you know that."
Lars just abruptly punches him square in the nose and Jason goes limp, passing out against the floor.
Now that the threat is over, Kirk drops the gun, pulling Lars into his arms.
Lars sobs, shoving his face into Kirk’s neck, grasping onto his back tightly.
It’s nice to have him close, to know he’s safe, even if he is hurt. Lars is here, in his arms, and Kirk knows this is where he wants to stay for the rest of his life, curling around the younger man as they both weep.
“Guys…”
It’s James’s voice that catches Kirk’s attention, and he leans back from Lars to get a look at his ex-lover.
James stares back at him, eyes abnormally wide, black piercing blue as he stands, and that’s when Kirk see it.
Red.
Red, everywhere.
It’s all the way down James’s shirt, pooling into the front of his jeans.
Dave gets there before Kirk can even move, lowering James slowly to the ground.
It must have been when Jason had pulled the trigger. That shot had been meant for Kirk.
Kirk swallows, pulling away from Lars before moving over to James.
He’s got his head lying in Dave’s lap, breathing harshly as Dave puts a hand to the wound on his chest.
“No,” Kirk sobs, pressing James’s hand into his own. He can’t lose him. He can’t. Not like this.
James gives a hesitant smile, wincing slightly.
“It’s better..,” he pants, sucking a breath. “It’s better this way.”
“What?” Kirk cries, his grip on James’s hand almost bone crushing.
“You can be with Lars without me getting in the way.”
Kirk shakes his head violently, a sob ripping through his chest as he presses James’s hand to his chest.
“Don’t you fucking dare say that. You’re not going anywhere.”
James closes his eyes with a gasp, eyebrows drawing closed, and Kirk can’t seem to function, distantly aware that Lars’s scooted over to sit next to him, and arm around his waist.
“Call 911, Dave,” Kirk says, not taking his eyes off of James’s too still frame.
Dave goes to protest but Kirk cuts him off swiftly.
“Call a fucking ambulance, goddamnit.”
Dave nods, using his spare hand to pull his phone out.
Kirk’s barely aware of Dave calling for help, nor Lars’s comforting arm squeezing his waist gently.
“Please,” Kirk sobs, pressing James’s hand to his lips.
James’s breath stutters before he opens his eyes again.
“I love you, Kirk.”
Then he passes out.
Kirk cries out, pulling James’s body towards him but Lars stops him, a gentle hand over his chest.
Kirk can just about make out Dave’s pained expression through his tears but he doesn’t acknowledge it.
The sound of the gun cocking has Kirk’s breath stammering to a halt, and he looks around to see Jason, propped up by the chair Lars had been in previously, the gun in his shaky grip.
“Haven’t you had fucking enough?” Dave yells, though he sounds hurt, scared, he doesn’t sound like himself at all.
Jason smirks, finger over the trigger.
“You’ve done enough damage,” Kirk cries, hiccuping as James’s hand goes slack in his grip.
Oh no, god no, don’t let him be dead, please don’t-
Jason spits, a thick glob of blood landing to the side of him.
“You cover this up, or I shoot.”
“How the hell are we gonna cover this up?” Dave shouts, his hands slick with blood.
Jason coughs, angling the gun at Kirk.
“Get up.”
Kirk doesn’t want to, he doesn’t want to leave Lars or James, but he can’t risk any of them getting shot again.
He gingerly stands, arms raised either side of his head.
“You’re gonna get rid of this gun,” Jason starts, teeth red and nose still bleeding. “Then you’re gonna tell the cops there was an intruder. Got it?”
Kirk shakes his head, cheeks wet and chest heavy.
“No way. I’m not gonna lie to the cops.”
“You choose,” Jason says, aiming the gun at Lars. “Lars gets shot, or you lie.”
Panic is steadily clawing back up Kirk’s throat, and he flicks his eyes between Jason and Lars, but he already knows what he has to do.
He can’t help but nod, walking over to Jason, his whole body shivering as Jason reaches up, presses the gun into his hand.
“Cover this up or you’re dead.”
Kirk just nods shakily, taking the gun, before giving one last look at the others.
Dave is still holding James, though now he’s crying softly, hands still pressed against James’s chest.
Lars is looking back at Kirk, face expressionless, almost like he’s not quite sure what he’s witnessing.
Kirk swallows, nodding at Lars softly  before legging it out the room, running as fast he can out the back of the building.
He panics, unsure of what to do, when he spots a bin in the far corner just before the parking lot.
He guesses that’s his best bet, and dashes forwards. He bends at the waist, burying the gun under layers of garbage, hoping no one will think to look there, his hands getting covered in food and other disgusting material but he doesn’t care. As long as no one else gets hurts.
All he can picture is Lars, screaming with his mouth taped over, his face red as the pain becomes unbearable. Then his mind wanders over to James, looking all pale under all the blood, and Kirk wonders if he’s still alive. He’s got to be. He has to.
He takes one last look at the bin, sure that this is the end, then heads back inside.
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anauro · 2 years
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how do you picture regulus, barty and james?
Hi dear!
I’ll assume you mean how exactly I see them and that you talk about drugs and surgical scrubs. 💙
So.
Regulus
Like pretty much everyone, I see Regulus as Timothee Chalamet. My Regulus is half French from his mother side and my boy has type 1 skin on the Fitzpatrick scale.
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Poor baby just cannot tan for the life of his and he almost bathes in factor 50 sun dream during the summer months. He takes great pride in his porcelain skin that has no freckles and minimal amount of moles.
He’s always clean shaved and his curls end just below his ears, so he can cover the worst or bite makes with them.
He’s got no tattoos and no piercings, but he does occasionally paint his nails black, but promptly takes it off before seeing anyone. He also wears signet rings, either on his fingers or around his neck when he’s at work.
He’s rather skinny, but does have some muscular forearms, courtesy to his job. This man can hold a grown man’s jaw with just his pinky. His hands have very good stamina, if you know what I mean 😏
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Barty
My fancast for him is Maxence Danet-Fauvel. Do I need to say more?
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This man lives and breathes sport. He does the same cardio as Henry Cavill (if you know, you know) and he cycles to work, no matter the weather. He only owns a car cause his father got him one.
He’s very well built and knows it. He’s got a small tattoo of vine just next to his hip bone that Evan dared him to get when they got drunk after passing their finals. He also used to be a big (maternal) grandpa’s boy as his father was largely at work and not really a parental figure. He has his year of birth tattooed just above his left anterior cubital fossa (?? elbow pit) .
Barty doesn’t have any piercings, but I think he’s the most likely to get his dick pierced. Maybe he will.
James
I don’t think it surprises anyone when I say I picture James as white in this fic. I love the idea of desi James (and he is desi in my other fics), but as a white person, I don’t feel comfortable having a poc character who is a drug addict and a shit parent. I don’t mind if others do, but I personally can’t.
Now my overall James Potter face claim is actually a guy I know in real life, who is also called James and is half Pakistani. For obvious reasons, I can’t share his picture here but trust me when I say he’s a hottie 😅
I’m quite used to the idea of Aaron Taylor-Johnson as James Potter, purely cause I’ve seen about half a million of tik tok edits with him, but if anyone has any other fancasts for him then I am very open to suggestions.
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My James is a mess. His hair is longer than it should be —somewhere by his shoulders— and he barely even combs it so it’s even more unruly than before. He has like a 3 days old stubble and he’s got all sorts of minor cuts and abrasions where he scratched his own skin off when high.
He’s got a scar on his left forearm from where Sirius accidentally injected him into the artery and not the vein. His nails are bitten and his lips are chapped.
He’s a mess. And Regulus is still falling for him.
And of course he too is more on the muscular side, but nowhere near as Barty. He used to though and so he still looks quite good, even though he hasn’t seen a swimming pool in years.
He’s shaved over his chest and stomach purely cause they shaved him in the hospital pre-surgery. And he’ll keep it this way, cause he can see Regulus likes it.
He’s got the tattoo over his heart, which is E and F intertwined and an H below it.
He’s got the cut just over his right hipbone and lots of bruises over his lower stomach from the injections Regulus gives him.
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Breaking up is hard to do. And sometimes there's screaming involved. Taylor Swift’s Tampa fans were ready for it and then some on Saturday night when the 33-year-old titan of pop music closed out a historic three-night stand at Raymond James Stadium.
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In some ways, the scene was reminiscent of nights one and two. Ornate costumes themed to each era of Swift’s career were everywhere. A birthday girl wore a sash to mark the occasion. Someone in the lower bowl was completely covered in pink Christmas lights. And there were countless outfits that quoted lyrics (including a little Swiftie wearing one that said, “screaming, crying, perfect storms” on a shirt’s blank space).
Save for the exclusion of “Illicit Affairs,” addition of “Don’t Blame Me,” and two surprise songs—”Mad Woman,” with The National’s Aaron Dessner on piano, and the first live performance of “Mean” since 2018—Saturday’s setlist also didn’t stray far what fans have seen in cities like Glendale, Las Vegas and Arlington.
But the last dance in Tampa was unique from the two before it in a way that fans likely won’t soon forget.
For starters, the third outdoor date of the “Eras” tour was a scorcher. The feels-like temperature before Gracie Abrams opened the show clocked in at 92-degrees. The Los Angeles-born songwriter acknowledged the weather, telling the crowd, "it's hot here, I hope you're drinking water." And while she, and especially direct support beabadoobee, turned in solid rock sets to whet the the palate, Saturday's crowd was thirsty for Swift in a way that the stellar opening night crowd just could not match.
Saturday saw only 614 more people at Raymond James than Thursday—and brought Swift’s three-day attendance total in Tampa to a staggering 206,459—but it sounded like there was an extra bowl’s worth of bodies in the stadium.
After screams pierced the sky as the sun set, Swift directly acknowledged the volume before “Lover,” when she told 69,131 of her biggest fans that they’d reached uncharted levels of “vibes, and screaming, and fashion."
“I think what we have on our hands tonight, Tampa, is a supercrowd,” she concluded.
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The screams did not die down. At times—like on “Love Story” and during the high notes on “Don’t Blame Me”— her vocals were drowned out by the singalongs.
Before “Mean” in the surprise song part of the set, she said, “The vocal talent, it’s deafening, it’s just so loud, and that makes it so fun for us.”
She wasn’t lying. Fun and carefree were two prominent moods during the three-hour-15-minute performance. Swift is undoubtedly always confident onstage during concerts, but there were several extra layers of joy in her movements from the get go.
On “Cruel Summer,” she pirouetted as if she didn’t have to be on her feet for 42 more numbers. At least twice in the set, through that trademark red lipstick and beaming white smile, she playfully (and spontaneously?) stuck her tongue out at the crowd (first on “The Man” and then after the “And he never thinks of me Except for when I'm on TV” lyric on “Midnight Rain”). The hair flips on “Look What You Made Me Do” almost felt feral, and tassels on her gold dress shimmered as she spun like a kid in a rainstorm during “Fearless,” where she pointed straight at the stage as she sang, “And I don't know how it gets better than this.”
Swift was just 18 years old when that song, the title track from an album that won two Grammys, came out. And despite the growth she’s experienced since, Saturday night saw Swift meet her wide-eyed fans with the same kind of innocence from that era.
The band and dancers got in on it, too.
On “You Belong With Me,” longtime guitarist Paul Sidoti was beaming in an ear-to-ear smile as his boss laughed while leaning on bassist Amos Heller as she belted out, “Hey, isn't this easy?”
Dancer Jan Ravnik was soaked in sweat during the Red block where Swift gave her hat to a fan on “22,” grabbed their hand and blew a kiss. One dancer (and I swear I will update this post with hithes name when I find out) twice stole the song, once on “Style” and again when he took a solo on “Bejeweled.”
In short, Swift, along with everyone else in the stadium, was on fire.
The only time the crowd ever really hushed was on non-singing passages from Evermore and Folklore cuts like “Cardigan,” as fans hung on to every note, just waiting for Swift to come back to the microphone so they could sing along again.
Swift’s Tampa finale felt like the kind of set an artist plays on the last date of a tour that marks the end of a fruitful career. But at 33 years old—despite 17 years of music behind her—Swift is just entering her prime and absolutely dominating the post-pandemic touring game, with no one even coming close. What’s more is that based on the hordes of super-young fans in the audience, a new generation of Swifties is ready to grow up with the back catalog, and whatever comes next, guiding them to adulthood.
So that’s the big question Tampa fans were left with as the smoke from the post-”Karma” fireworks faded into the humid night. What is next?
In a podcast interview released just months before his death, the late-Laker great Kobe Bryant pushed back when host Jordan Harbinger suggested that he wouldn’t have an artist like Swift on in his car.
“I do,” Bryant said, adding that it’s important to listen to people who do great things.
The Black Mamba noted how long Swift has been on top of the game, and wondered how, and why, she does it. He more or less begged to get into her headspace in the writing room, talked about the challenges of re-inventing yourself, and the pressure of having to be better than your last time on the playing field. The pressure to follow a No. 1 album with an even superior one, Bryant suggested, is unimaginable.
“I don't care if you like her music or if you don't like the music. Look at what she's doing—that's frightening stuff. It's unbelievable to be able to pull that off over and over and over and over,” he said. “I look at things like that, and try to learn from her as much as I can.”
Swift fans have learned to dissect easter eggs in their hero’s movements, but only she truly knows what’s over the horizon or when she’s going to get there. Whatever, and whenever, it is, you can bet that her followers will be there—loud, hot and ready as ever—to cheer her along.
Setlist
Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince
Cruel Summer
The Man
You Need To Calm Down
Lover
The Archer
Fearless
You Belong With Me
Love Story
‘Tis The Damn Season
Willow
Marjorie
Champagne Problems
Tolerate It
…Ready For It?
Delicate
Don’t Blame Me
Look What You Made Me Do
Enchanted
22
We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together
I Knew You Were Trouble
All Too Well
(Seven)
The 1
Betty
The Last Great American Dynasty
August
My Tears Ricochet
Cardigan
Style
Blank Space
Shake It Off
Wildest Dreams 35
Bad Blood
Mad Woman
Mean
Lavender Haze
Anti-Hero
Midnight Rain
Vigilante Shit
Bejeweled
Mastermind
Karma
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First ever Miami GP starts
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Well hello, hellooooooo! This has been a very good week for me so far and race weekend is just the icing on the cake!
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First ever race weekend in Miami, FL and it's already been quite the spectacle before it even began, which has been a pretty nice surprise tbh. I say this because I didn't really expect much, but it's been a nice show to say the least.
I mean, what could be better than seeing some of our boys whoring around? And yes, I'm particularly talking about the one and only Daniel Ricciardo, for instance. Not that I'm complaining, because I'M NOT. Jesus, man, you wanna kill me!? I've been blindsided by the views we got yesterday while he and Lando where walking around with James Corden for his Late Late Show. I'm sorry Lando, you're no competition for Daniel (in any way, but far less when it comes to looks). I mean, I like a different variety of bodies but this guy looks like a god, period. It's a plus that he's a Vans guy, I love him a little more for it (I'm a nerd, yes, I know).
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I'm going to write about today's parts while watching them, since I'm running late due to some visits to my flat for new renters since I'm leaving in a couple of weeks to a different part of the country and my other 2 flatmates leave in July too.
I'm currently watching the Press rounds from today right now and the one thing I'm gonna comment on really is Sebastian Vettel and Sir Lewis Hamilton being the Kings they are. These guys don't give a shit about FIA's bullshit and I'm here for it 100%. First, Seb even walked around the paddock with boxers on top of his race suit and I LOVE HIM for it. And only yesterday he wore a very nice tee about the Miami GP being underwater in a few years' time. Then, Lewis has worn 3 different watches, 8 rings and around 4-5 necklaces today after the FIA rules' nonsense about jewelry. Plus, Seb also said that this is mainly targeted at Lewis, so there you go. The FIA hate them so much and these 2 don't give a crap. Pretty awesome, if you ask me.
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Now, it's turn for FP1, which I'm watching only after seeing FP2 live. Yep, making sense right here. While I try not to fall asleep on my desk like a retard. Jesus, I can't keep my eyes open 🤪
Well, at first it has been difficult to keep my eyes from shutting down, until the Spanish DAZN commentators started talking about the ridiculous rules for underwear and jewelry during races. They said that if they decided they'd force all drivers to comply and that's it, that piercings might prevent medical staff from running tests and so on.
First of all, that's misinformation, plain and simple. And it's something Lewis himself has spoken about. Certain materials in piercings such as platinum, titanium or surgical steel don't interfere with MRIs, X-Rays or even metal detectors, which should be the problem right? Well, it isn't. I myself have a tone of piercings in my ears especially, and I've never had to remove them for any tests. NEVER. The only thing that piercings would actually interfere with would be SURGERY. It would suck, of course, if it happened, but if you're going to enforce a rule, do it correctly, in a timely fashion (when the rule first appears), and with no political/biased agenda.
So, if you talk about something like this at least inform yourself, shitheads. This makes me furious, because it's spoken about from stigma . And in this case, as Sebastian said perfectly clear, this is something aimed at Hamilton specifically and it casually affects others, but it's a fucking joke as the FIA is.
Worst thing of all this discussion has been, while mentioning what Lewis said about having some of the pieces welded, they've scoffed as if he was just making an excuse. Once again, no fucking clue and still they talk, talk, talk like the fucking morons they are. Jesus Christ. If you have no idea about something, just shut the fuck up otherwise you look as stupid as you are. Plus, if it was such an issue in the first place, why wasn't this rule enforced when it was first introduced in the rulebook? Well, the answer is the same as always. The rule about the underwear was just brought up too as a distraction from the jewelry thing, because it makes no sense either. All of this is just idiotic.
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FP2 time and I'm writing this while I watch FP1 so that I can see everything from today in an untimely fashion, like a pro. And while having dinner, if you really can call this dinner but anywho.
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Not much during FP2 apart from Carlos' accident and a first Red Flag, Latifi's stop at a very complicated spot in the track causing a second Red Flag, and Verstappen retiring the car. Seeing Verstappen struggle with hydraulics, his back right tyre catching fire and retiring from practice made my day. That should also happen on Sunday. Mercedes boys ending up P1 (George) and 4th (Lewis) was a nice change from the previous weekends. Let's see if they can keep it up and improve form there. Otherwise, I haven't seen anything worth mentioning tbh.
Now I'm going to watch FP1 so that I can comment properly, and not just based on the few things I see on social media. Let's see if I can stay awake, I'm pretty beat so I'm making an effort not to die here 😂
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So, all in all, tomorrow we'll see what really happens and if any updates or changes the teams make really do something or not. And I really hope someone starts using their brains for something other than busting the rest's balls over bullshit.
Peace out!
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itheume · 3 years
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nudge and iggy Are the stars of this photo and in this essay i will
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mountkennedie · 2 years
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Nostalgia
Wolfstar x reader (parental)
Summary: you wake up alternative and your dad's lose their minds
*Readers appearance isn't specified*
Warnings: none
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There was a knock on your door, and then silence before your door was opened. A weight sat at the foot of your bed and softly nudged you. Rolling over to see what it was you saw your dad waking you up.
"Good morning sunshine," Remus said.
"Morning," you responded.
"Come down in a few minutes for breakfast, Okay?"
"Okay." He reached for your hand, gave it a small squeeze and left.
When you got up, you went to your closet first. Grabbing a black Joan Jett shirt, and a long-ish black skirt. Some fishnets really set it off, you cut them and pulled them on your arms. You were missing something in this ensemble.. jewelry! You grabbed a black choker you didn't usually wear and some chains and had some fun. After nearly choked yourself out, you got the choker right. 2 chains around your neck, and one you attached to your skirt. Looking in the mirror you were- suprised. But a happy suprised, it felt right the way you were dressed.
You felt a sudden wave of fear the second you reached the stairs. You will have to be seen. You didn't know why this frightend you so much. Your dad's had to be the most accepting people.
Taking one big deep breath in you walked down the stairs. Reaching the bottom you approached the kitchen and entered. Sirius was in there at the moment, drinking coffee at the table.
"Good Morni- REMUS YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS!" His voice echoed through the house.
Before you could say anything Remus responded,"What could possibly be scream-around-the-house serious?!"
"Me! And are child moony! GET IN HE-" Remus entered.
"What is all this fuss about?" He looked over at you. "Oh Hi Y/n," you've never seen the man fo such a double take. "Well you look... different."
You were about to run back upstairs when you caught the excited smile grow on your dad's faces. "Is- is this okay?"
"Of course it's okay! Why would it not be!" Sirius exclaimed. "Sorry for making you feel like it's not but trust me. This- this is-" he cut himself of to look at his husband.
"What this oaf," Remus started playfully," is trying to say is, you're just like us honey."
"My genes! I swear it!" Sirius butted in.
"Oh hush I was the one with the Doc Martens."
"But did you have a leather jacket? Oh right, no!" Their banter was always so enjoyable to watch.
"Anyways," Remus put a hand up to silence his husband but with a smile. "When did this happen?" Remus walked over to lover and sat down with some tea in hand.
You toyed with one of the chains dangling from your neck. "Um.. I don't know. I just woke up and felt like it."
"Reasonable, your father over here," Sirius gestured to Remus," woke up one Saturday and practically begged me and James to take him to get some piercings in hogsmeade. You remember that?"
"I don't want too. Come sit, love." Remus pulled a chair out next to him. "Those things got so infected, it was obvious on ear was bigger than the other. Madam Pompey nearly had to take the left side of my head off!" You and Sirius laughed at his exaggeration.
"And you were ever do whiney about it too!" Sirius said.
Remus scoffed," I was not! You if I remember, so desperately wanted a piercing too! Oh but poor Sirius had detention yet again."
Sirius mouthed,' whiney!' To you.
"Just drink your tea," he said to Sirius, and under his breath he said," wasn't that whiney."
"You were." Remus didn't respond only squinted his eyes and grinned in your direction and finished his tea.
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Find Me
Summary: Bucky finds his peace with Sam in Louisiana after dealing with the Flag Smashers. But when nightmares of a woman he can’t remember start haunting him, he has to find the reason why.
Word Count: 6.1k
Warnings: Maybe some swearing somewhere? Sad Bucky at some parts. Spoilers if you haven’t seen the movies.
Note: I’m, like, super proud of this one for some reason? I hope you all enjoy it (:
All Writings Masterlist
Italics for memories/dreams
As always, any likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! (: I love that shit.
*gifs not mine
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The bunker hallway was ice cold, so cold he could see his own warm breath when he breathed. It felt like he had been walking down this hallway for hours, unable to find a way out. Once in a while he would hear a soft voice call his first name, James. It was a woman’s voice whispering in desperation for him. “Where are you?!” Bucky called through the hallway, “I can help you, just tell me where you are!” With no response, he continues his strides down the endless hallway. Every step he took closer to the end of the hallway that held a large metal door at the end it seemed like it shifted further and further away from him.
“You have to find me, James.” The voice whispered to him, her voice echoing through the hallway even though it was only a whisper, “Please find me.”
“I’m trying!” Bucky yelled out in frustration, turning his strides into a quick run. He ran as fast as he could towards the door at the end of the hallway but with every step he took towards the door, the further it shifted away from his grasp. He suddenly froze, feeling another presence around him. No, behind him. Before he could turn he felt two hands on the side of his temples from behind and sudden flashes ripped through his memory of his time with Hydra. Except everything and everybody was blurry except for a woman who stood back from the crowd, watching him with sad eyes, “Who are you?!” Bucky yelled, unable to move where he stood to look at who was causing these images through his head with their touch.
“Find me.” The voice said once more.
Bucky shot straight up from the couch, breathing hard from the nightmare. A few weeks after sorting things through with the Flag Smashers, these nightmares had started. Though they were different than just his usual nightmares. He never hurt anybody as the Winter Soldier in these nightmares, just saw the same hallway with the same metal door and the same voice whispering, pleading with him to find her. It was like now that everything was okay in his life again, something in his memory was trying to tell him something. Something about this woman he had to find. He took a few more deep breaths, calming himself down before making his way to Sam’s bathroom, splashing some water on his face to clean up the beaded sweat that covered his face and neck. He lifted his head to look in the mirror and for a moment he swore he saw the woman’s face in the mirror, making him jump. He turned quickly to see nothing there but the shower curtain. He ran his flesh hand over his face slowly. He would blame this on his lack of sleep from the nightmares.
Sam was in the yard, practicing throwing the shield he now could officially call his. He kept bouncing it around the trees before catching it, working on new ways to throw for offensive and defensive situations. He caught the shield as he saw Bucky making his way over to him with that tired, grumpy confused look on his face, “Another nightmare, tin-man?”
Bucky shrugs slightly at Sam’s question before stopping to stand next to him, “They’re getting worse. I saw the face to the voice this time. It’s a woman that was there during my time as the Winter Soldier. She keeps telling me to find her.” He sighs deeply, “I don’t know what all this means.” He said, taking the shield from Sam and throwing it at one of the trees set up with a mat before Sam caught it on its way back.
Sam hurled the shield at the tree, watching Bucky catch it with ease after it hit the bumper and flew back towards them, “And you don’t remember who she is at all?” He asked with an eyebrow raised. They always did better talking to each other when they trained otherwise it was usually just teasing or bickering but when they trained together it was different. They would talk about real things. Things friends would confide in each other.
Bucky shook his head, his brow furrowing, “I don’t remember who she is. But the way she looked at me in the dream… It feels like I know her.” He said, looking at Sam, “What if I do know her and she’s waiting for me to find her?”
Sam took the shield from Bucky, “Well you know what they say: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. So you better find her because the last woman we pissed off tried to end us all.” He said before throwing the shield at a tree without one of the mats as a bumper, causing it to embed itself into the trunk, “Now I know you aren’t much of an artist, but if you can manage to sketch up her face we can try having Torres run it through their system. Maybe give you some clues onto who your mystery woman could be.”
“James.” The voice whispered right in his ear as he stood in the long hallway. Although it was just a dream or nightmare, it felt like more. Like these reoccurring dreams or nightmares had been planted in his mind by whoever he was supposed to find. It was like their way of communicating, “What?!” Bucky yelled, his arms swinging up into the air in frustration, “What do you want with me?! Who even are you?!”
It was silent for a moment before the voice came back, “I need you to find me. You promised.” The voice whispered into his ear, causing him to turn but saw nobody there except the metal wall. He turned back and faced the door at the end of the hallway he could never reach, “I don’t even remember a promise or who you are!” He grumbled out which apparently earned a small chuckle from the voice that whispered in his ear in the empty hallway, “Find me and I’ll show you everything.”
Bucky looks around the hallway slowly, “Alright. I’ll find you. But can you at least give me a hint on where to find you?” He asks softly, watching for any type of movement or hints the voice may give him.
“The last time we saw each other was 2014.” The voice whispers to him before he felt a soft touch to his temples again but nobody was there, the hallway changing to him looking at himself as the Winter Soldier in a chair, talking to Alexander Pierce. This was the moment that Bucky had started to remember Steve after failing to eliminate him and Natasha. Before they brainwashed him again. It was heartbreaking for Bucky to watch himself look so confused and lost, like an abused animal at the hands of Hydra, “Why are you showing me this?” Bucky asks softly, his voice shaking at the memory.
“This was the last time I saw you. This was the last place we spoke before they brainwashed you again.” The voice whispered, “I never left.”
Sam watched Bucky zip up his black backpack and swing it over his shoulders, folding his own arms across his chest, “You think they have her at the bank where you were kept?” He questions, watching Bucky grab all the belongings he would need to head back to Washington D.C.
Bucky nods with a huff, “Yeah. She showed me a memory after I was sent as the Winter Soldier to attack you three on the bridge. She was there at the bank. She says she’s still there.” Bucky responded.
Sam nods slowly, processing the information before looking at Bucky, “I’ll go with you in case you need some sort of back up.”
The two made their way to Washington D.C. When it was Sam’s turn to drive, Bucky folded his arms and leaned back in the seat, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep wondering what the woman in his dreams would show him this time.
“We’re coming for you.” Bucky said into the empty hallway, not even attempting to go for the door at the end of the hallway. He had done that enough times to know he would never reach it and it would just get further away. There was no response from the voice for his statement. Bucky sighs and looks and the floor before looking around him slowly, “Can you at least tell me something about you? I don’t know who you are…”
Suddenly a little girl appeared in front of Bucky, flickering into existence. She couldn’t have been more than sixteen, but those eyes were the same ones that stared at him sadly from the previous vision she had showed him. Bucky looked at her, his brow furrowing slightly at the sight of the young girl, “Is this you?”
“This is what I looked like the first time we met.” The girl said to him softly, “I was sixteen.”
Bucky took a few steps towards her but just like the door, every step he took she just got further away so he froze in his spot, “Why would Hydra want a young girl?” He questioned. In all of his memories of Hydra, there were never any kids.
“We met in 1951 before you were sent to aid Soviet forces in the Korean War. You met another super soldier there and came back without your metal arm.” The girl told him, her eyes flickering to his vibranium hand for a moment before back to him, “After that, when you were unfrozen with no missions, you were tasked with protecting me.”
Bucky tilts his head at her. She knew things. Things he never told anybody except Sam recently, “How do you know this? Why would Hydra keep you around?”
“They kept me around because I knew things. They called me a psychic or a seer.” The girl responded, “When my powers peaked…” She paused, her body changing into an older version of herself, “They kept be frozen with you until I was needed to tell them how your missions would go.”
Bucky watched her body change but he still didn’t recognize her and he wondered why. He had searched his mind for years, thinking he got back every memory but he couldn’t remember her, “Why don’t I remember you?”
“Because both of us decided it was better for you to not remember me until everything was okay again.”
Bucky opened his mouth to ask another question but everything faded in his dream to black, the last thing he saw was the woman turning and walking back towards the door.
“Buck! Wake up, man.” Sam said, nudging Bucky’s shoulder with his hand, “We’re here.”
Bucky opened his eyes to look up at the Ideal Federal Savings Bank which had been used by Pierce to house the Winter Soldier until he was needed. He swallowed hard at the sight of it. The last time he was here was after he pulled Steve from the river after taking out the Hellicarriers. He had come to kill the remaining Hydra scientists but let one live, not wanting more blood on his hands before he began a life on the run. He got out of the car silently, Sam on his heels as he walked into the bank. He made his way to vault where he was kept, remembering how he questioned Alexander Pierce on who the man on the bridge was, saying he knew him before getting his memory wiped again.
Sam looked around, all the Hydra technology had been taken and it was just an empty vault now, “You sure this is where she said she was?” He asks, looking around at the walls lined with small lockboxes. Some were opened but others were still locked shut.
Bucky nodded, looking over to Sam, “Yeah..” He replied, his fists clenching at the memories. This was the last place he wanted to be.
“I don’t suppose she told you where…” Sam said, walking around the vault and trying to find any hints.
“Nope.” Bucky said, moving around the room also to take in everything. On every wall the lockboxes were open. Except one section in a corner of the room, the lockboxes were shut and didn’t have any keyholes. Bucky tilted his head at them slightly before throwing a punch with his vibranium arm and just as he suspected, it was a false wall. He pried the wall apart with his strength until he was looking down the hallway from his dreams with the large metal door at the end, “That’s the door from my dreams.”
Sam walked over to look down the hallway, “Alright. Let’s go get your mystery woman.” He said, following behind Bucky down the long hallway.
Bucky felt as though the closer he got to the door it would get further away like in his dream, but that wasn’t the case. He crossed the hallway and put his hand on the handle to the metal door, sighing in relief slightly that it was real and he wasn’t going crazy or stuck in one of his dreams. He looked at Sam who nodded saying he was ready for whatever was on the other side before pulling it open. The two entered the room, looking around before their eyes fell on the cryostasis chamber. It was similar to the one Bucky had been placed in with Hydra. It was all steel with a small window and through the window, Bucky could see the face of the woman from his dreams looking like she was sleeping but ice covered her face and hair, “She’s here.” Bucky said softly. She was older, different from the teenager he saw in his dreams.
Sam came up beside Bucky to look inside at the woman, “So she’s been frozen here since 2014 and nobody has known?” Bucky looks at Sam and nods, “Yeah. Seems like she was an even more well-kept secret than the Winter Soldier was.” He said before backing away and going to the control panel. He hit the edge of it with his hand until the screen flickered on, pressing all the correct buttons to release the woman from the cryostasis chamber. They watched the ice around her slowly melt before the door popped open slightly. Bucky moved to open the door, catching the woman’s body in his arms and gently laid her down on the floor. Both Sam and Bucky kneeled down beside her, waiting for her to wake up.
The woman’s eyes blinked open after a moment, her eyes scanning the ceiling first before looking at Sam with a confused look. Then her eyes laid on Bucky. Her hands quickly came up and her palms touched either side of his face, her eyes turning white as she touched him before she drops her hands and closed her eyes again, passing out.
Sam watched the ordeal with wide eyes, “What did she just do? Buck?” He asks, backing away a little from the now unconscious woman.
Bucky breathed deeply, looking at the unconscious woman before back to Sam, “She showed me a past memory I didn’t know I had. It was her telling me everything was going to be okay before Pierce had my memory wiped again. Telling me that you and Steve would help me.” He said, partly confused. Why didn’t he remember that until she touched him?
Sam’s eyes flickered between the two confused, “As much as I would like to know the whole story right now, we should probably get out of here. This building is condemned and I don’t think the government would be happy with us poking around an old Hydra base.”
Bucky nodded in agreement and gently lifted the woman in his arms, following Sam out to the car and gently laying her in the backseat before they headed back to the safety of Louisiana. The two had a conversation as to whether it was safe to bring her back to Sam’s home but Bucky told him that he felt as though they could trust her. She had helped him before so why would she be hostile towards him now. The whole car ride, Bucky and Sam kept checking the backseat to make sure she was still asleep which she was. She hadn’t moved an inch. When they got back to Sam’s, Bucky gently lifted her from the backseat again and into the house, laying her on the couch before sitting on the coffee table waiting for her to wake up.
Sam and Sarah were having a conversation in the kitchen about how Sam always managed to pick up strays but Sarah was a good host and a kind heart. She started cooking up some dinner when Sam told her the mystery woman had been frozen since 2014, figuring she would probably be hungry when she woke up.
Bucky looked up from the floor when he noticed the woman’s fingers twitch, her brow furrowing slightly before her eyes opened slowly, no longer white and back to their original color. She did the same thing as when she woke up from the cryostasis chamber, looking at the ceiling before looking over at Bucky. She slowly sat up, rubbing her hand along the side of her head as if she had a headache, “You found me…” She breathed out.
Bucky nodded, watching her closely. Sam and Sarah had gone outside with AJ and Cass when she started to stir awake just for safety in case they were met with hostility from her. He watched her sit up before passing her a glass of water, “You have a name?”
The woman took the water, drinking the full glass before passing it back to him and meeting his gaze, “Y/N.” She told him.
Bucky narrowed his eyes at her, trying to recognize any piece of her but couldn’t besides what was in his dreams, “Why did I have to find you and why don’t I remember you?” He questioned sternly, still unsure of Y/N.
Y/N kept her eyes on his, her hands gripping the edge of the couch, “You promised you would find me.” She responded in a soft voice, “It was safer for the both of us if you didn’t remember me until the time came where you were at peace.”
“How did you make it so I didn’t remember you?” Bucky questioned, wanting answers for the months he had been having the dreams of the hallway and her whispers.
“I’m a psychic… At least that’s what Hydra liked to call me. They used me to see the future of your missions as the Winter Soldier, making sure they would be successful. They used me to help create Project Insight.” Y/N responded with an even voice, “What they didn’t know is I could show you your past after you were brainwashed. Leaving little notes in there in hopes you’d remember who you were one day, able to escape Hydra. I saw your future after they sent you to eliminate Captain America and the redhead. I knew you’d remember your friend and from there you’d be able to become free.”
Bucky’s brow furrowed slightly, “You can see the future and the past?”
Y/N nodded slowly, “Only if I touch you. There were times where they wouldn’t freeze you and had you protect me in the facilities. They were worried someone would take me for their own gain within Hydra. Those moments we had alone I would touch you and help you remember who you were before you became the Winter Soldier. We were friends, believe it or not.” She told him, “I can show you if you’d like.”
Bucky nodded after a moment. The only way he could believe her was to see for himself.
At the nod, Y/N shifted forward slightly on the couch towards him. She slowly lifted both of her hands and placed them on his cheeks, her eyes turning white as she started to show him memories she had sealed away in his mind.
Everybody was speaking Russian in the memory. There was a tall man who was barking orders at Y/N to search Bucky’s future as the Winter Soldier.
“I will! I can’t concentrate with you watching me. Give me some privacy.” Y/N snapped back in Russian at them. She wasn’t thirteen in this memory but older, maybe around twenty one. Once the guards had left her alone with the Winter Soldier, she turned towards him. He was staring at her with emotionless, cold eyes. Y/N bit her lip and lifts her hands to touch his face but paused for a moment, “I’m sorry they’re doing this to you, Bucky.” She whispered to him in english which earned a head tilt of confusion from the Winter Soldier, “Right… You don’t remember me… Here.” She said and presses her hands to his cheeks, her eyes turning white as she flooded his brain with memories of his past self.
The Winter Soldier’s gaze softened as he saw the memories and when she pulled her hands away, he lifted one hand to catch hers, “Y/N…” He whispered out to her in english.
Y/N smiled slightly and nodded, “Hello again, Bucky.” She said softly to him.
Bucky leans his head back and closes his eyes, “Where are they sending me now?” He asks, his voice cracking as the memories of all he’s done as the Winter Soldier flooded his mind but also grateful that he could remember who he was. James Buchanan Barnes.
Y/N bit her lip softly, “I’m not sure… They’re sending you to retrieve some super soldier serum I think.” She gently stroked her thumb over the back of his flesh hand.
Bucky looked at her with wide eyes, shaking his head, “No… We can’t let them do that. There can’t be more like me.” He told her, gripping her hand tighter in his.
Y/N sighs softly, “I know. I’ve already seen the future of it. It’ll be okay… There won’t be more Winter Soldiers that make it to the light of day but you have to complete this mission. It’s part of the path to get you away from Hydra.”
Bucky scanned over her face with sad eyes, “What about you? You need to get away too…”
Y/N smiled sadly at him, “My time won’t come for a long time, Bucky. But you’ll find me one day when everything is as it should be.”
“No.. We should just get out of here now… I can protect you.” Bucky said, leaning closer to her and staring into her eyes. She was his saving grace, the only kind person he had known since he had been taken by Hydra. The angel on his shoulder that kept him from falling into complete oblivion in his mind. She always brought back his memory whenever they were alone and he was beyond grateful to have her with him.
Y/N shook her head at him, “I can’t. There’s things in the future that are still a little fuzzy… depending on what path certain people decide to go down.” She told him, “One day you’ll get me out of here. But first we have to focus on making sure I keep you going down the right path towards your peace.”
Y/N pulled her hands away from Bucky’s face, making the memory fade away from their minds. She watched Bucky closely for his reaction, biting her bottom lip.
Bucky breathed deeply as the memory flooded his mind. It was like it had just been unlocked and he knew every movement he had made as well as Y/N, all the feelings he felt. He looked at her slowly, “Y/N.” He said, “You would bring me back to myself, help me. Then you’d lock the memories away so they wouldn’t catch on… I remember you.”
Y/N nodded towards him with a small smile, “Yeah… I would show you everything but it may overload your brain giving you back all those memories at once.” She told him, “But I can keep showing you little bits.” Bucky nodded instantly toward her, grabbing her hands and placing them on his cheeks, “Please… I need to see… Remember you.” He whispered out to her in a pleading voice.
Y/N smiles at him before her eyes turned white, showing him another memory.
“I killed them…” Bucky whispers out to Y/N as they sat alone in a room. It was December 18th, 1991.
Y/N gave him a sad smile, lifting a hand to stroke along his cheek gently, “I’m sorry, Bucky… It wasn’t you. You didn’t have a choice.” It was the same thing she told him every time he came back from a mission and restored his memories.
Bucky shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes, “I don’t know how much more I can take, Y/N… I don’t want to be this person anymore…”
Y/N bit her lip, keeping her hand on his cheek and gently stroking the tears that fell from his face, “I know… It’s not too much longer. Everything is getting clearer and you’ll have your peace soon. You’ll be Bucky again.”
Bucky looked at her, leaning forward and grabbing her free hand that wasn’t on his cheek, “You promise?”
Y/N nodded towards him with a small encouraging smile, “I promise. Your story as the Winter Soldier will come to an end. I wouldn’t lie to you.”
“I know…” Bucky breathed out, looking down from her eye contact before looking back up to meet her eye line, “Y/N, you’re…. I don’t know how I could get through this without you… You always bring me back, remind me this isn’t my fault." Y/N sighs softly, “Because it isn’t your fault, Bucky. There is no blood on your hands. Only the hands of Hydra and what they make you do as the Winter Soldier.” She reminded.
Bucky nods slowly, squeezing her hand in his, “You know… Under different circumstances where we both weren’t prisoners and forced to do awful things… I think we would’ve been good friends.”
Y/N rolls her eyes at him slightly, “I think we are already best friends, Bucky.” She told him with a small smile, “We are the only friends each other has right now.”
Bucky smiles slightly at her before dropping his gaze again, “I want to ask you something, Y/N…” He began, “You can say no if you want…”
Y/N raises an eyebrow at him, “Ask away, Bucky.”
Bucky stayed silent for a moment before looking up to meet her eyes, staring at them intently. They were eyes he had learned to love, they were his life line in moments like this, “It’s been god knows how long since I’ve felt some sort of comfort… some sort of… love.” He said, watching her closely for any reaction, “Will you…”
“Kiss you?” Y/N asks, which Bucky looked at her a little shocked before remembering she can see the future. She stood from her chair she was seated in, moving closer slowly and leans forward, keeping her eyes on his before pressing her lips gently to his, her hand gently stroking his cheek while her other stayed in his hand.
Bucky moved his free hand up to behind her neck, pulling her closer and kissing her again before pulling away and scanning his eyes over her features as he didn’t want to forget this moment or her face. His eyes suddenly saddened as he heard someone coming from outside the room, “Someone’s coming, doll… You have to make me forget…”
Y/N smiled gently and strokes her fingers along his face, “It’s okay, Bucky. You’ll remember one day…” She said before her eyes turned white and she locked away the memories of him as Bucky and returned him to the Winter Soldier.
Bucky looked at her as the memory ended, tears stinging his blue eyes as they formed. He stood up, running his hand through his dark hair before looking back to her where she was sitting and watching him closely, “I…” He started but couldn’t finish. He moved to sit beside her, “Show me the last memory of you.”
Y/N nodded and once again placed her hands on his face, her eyes fading to white again.
Bucky was in the Ideal Federal Savings Bank. Glimpses of his past being found by Zola after he fell from the train… the metal arm that replaced his one left arm seared through his memory. He sat there as one of the scientist restored his arm before he punched him away, frustrated at the memories that were returning. He stayed seated in the machine used to put him through his mind treatments, strip away his memory. He looked up when Alexander Pierce came in, taking a seat on a stool next to him.
“Mission Report.” Pierce demanded.
Bucky sat there, staring blankly ahead as Pierce repeated the demand before backhanding him across the face. Bucky’s brow furrowed in confusing a little as he turned to look at Pierce, “The man on the bridge… Who was he?”
Pierce stared at Bucky, “You met him earlier this week on another assignment.”
Bucky looked away from Pierce as he tried to piece together what happened, “I knew him.” He said softly, his eyes wondering over to meet Y/N’s for a moment who was looking at him with her head tilted as she listened before his gaze returned to Pierce.
“Your work has been a gift to mankind.” Pierce told him, “You shaped the century. And I need you to do it one more time. Society is at a tipping point between order and chaos. And tomorrow morning we’re gonna give it a push. But if you can’t do your part, I can’t do mine.” He paused, watching Bucky look away in confusion, “And Hydra can’t give the world the freedom it deserves.”
Bucky tilts his head and looks back towards Pierce, “But I knew him.” He repeated, his lips pressing together in a line at the pain of trying to put his reality together- his memories together.
Pierce sighs before standing, “Prep him.”
One of the scientist look at Pierce, “He’s been out of Cyro too long…” Pierce looked back at Bucky who was staring off sadly, “Then wipe him and start over.” He told the scientist before turning his attention to Y/N, “You do your thing first.”
Y/N stepped forward, looking at Bucky then to Pierce, “I’ll need the room. There’s too much going on in here… I’ll get confused.”
Pierce narrowed his eyes at her then nodded, “Give her the room.” He said, walking out of the vault followed by everybody else in the room.
Y/N went to sit on the stool beside Bucky, watching him look at her sadly, “It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.” She told him but he stayed silent. She slowly placed her hands on his face, her eyes going white as she restored his memories of the past, “Don’t talk..” She whispers only audible enough for Bucky to hear her, “The time has come, Bucky… They’re going to wipe your memory one last time… You’ll be okay, I promise… This is the beginning of the end for the Winter Soldier and Hydra… I’m going to seal your memories of me until the right time… then find me, okay?”
Bucky watched her carefully, listening to every word she said. He blinked at her slowly to tell her he understood, trying to contain his emotions in this moment.
Y/N smiled slightly at him, “Don’t worry… I’ll be okay.” She whispers to him, “We’ll see each other again someday and I’ll show you everything you’ve forgotten about us.”
Bucky moved his metal hand ever so slightly to touch her thigh and squeezed it gently with a saddened look in his eyes, being careful as to not let the guards outside the open door see. He had so much he wanted to say to her: Thank you… I’ll save you… I’ll find you… I think I love you. But he couldn’t say those things.
Y/N gave him a knowing smile before it faded away, her eyes going white as she sealed the memories of herself with him deep inside his mind until the right time came for him to find her. She then searched his future for what was going to happen next, seeing him fight Captain America but recognizing him at the last moment and saving him from the river. Bucky was going to be okay. He would be himself again one day, not the Winter Soldier and then he would find her when he found his peace. She stood up and stepped away from him, looking at the Winter Soldier who still had those sad eyes. Y/N turns to Pierce as he came back in, “Everything will go according to plan.” She lied, “Project Insight will be successful.”
Pierce nodded then motioned for one of the guards to take her back to Cyro, freeze her until she was needed again. She took one last look at Bucky as they put the mouthguard in his mouth before starting the memory wipe, listening to him scream through the mouthpiece until she couldn’t hear him anymore and was thrown into the cryostasis chamber where she would wait to be saved by him.
As the memory faded, Bucky looked at her, reaching up his own hand to touch her cheek. He remembered all the feelings he had for her. He was grateful, thankful for her always bringing him back. Assuring him everything would be okay and that he would have peace in the future. His blue eyes scanned over her features, taking in the face that he had forgotten. The face that saved him. She was like an angel that had always been perched on his shoulder, watching over him, “Thank you… For everything you did for me.” He told her softly, “I’m sorry it took so long for me to find you, to save you.”
Y/N smiles slightly, “Don’t worry about it. I knew exactly what was going to happen. I’m glad you’ve found your peace, Bucky.” She said softly.
“Why didn’t you let me come find you before now?” He asks softly.
“I couldn’t. I saw everything that was going to happen to you. Zemo… Thanos… The Flag Smashers..” She whispers, “If I was around for that, I would’ve just been used as another pawn for them to get their way. You couldn’t find me until there was peace.”
Bucky nods slowly, keeping his hand on her cheek, “There were things I didn’t tell you, that I couldn’t tell you the last time we saw each other.” He told her, “All our time together… All the times you reminded me who I was and saved me… I think I fell in love with you.”
Y/N smiles slightly, reaching a hand up to place it on top of his on her cheek, “I knew all of that too, Bucky. You didn’t need to say it. I knew from the way you kissed me that one time. The way you looked at me the last time we were together.”
“I would like to do that again… Now that you don’t have to make me forget.” Bucky says to her, leaning towards her slightly, “All those things I felt for you… I still do. I just needed to remember.”
Y/N nods towards him, “I still feel all those things for you too.” She whispers out as she watched him lean closer and closer to her, her eyes locked on his, “We have a very bright future together, Sergeant Barnes.”
Bucky smiles at her, “You would know, doll.” He whispers before pressing his lips gently to her’s, smiling against her lips as she kissed him back. He moved his hand from her cheek to the back of her neck, pulling her face closer to his while his other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to his body. Bucky had waited for this moment most of his long life and hadn’t even realized it until he found her again.
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first class || charles xavier x reader
i’ve been on an x-men binge and fell into a hole of james mcavoy and charles xavier again, so here we are. i haven’t written fics in a long time, so i tried to again. i’m uncreative so like the title is just the first movie because of the fact that it’s set during that time. kind of like self insert cause there’s a few bits and pieces where there’s canonical plot and interactions, so disclaimer for that. anyways, hope you guys enjoy! ps also don’t have enough energy to find a fitting gif so maybe i’ll find one later maybe i won’t. we’ll see
words: 5.8k
warnings: not proofread (i spent three days on this so i don’t have the energy anymore haha), writing lacks emotional depth, drug use and mentions, intent of murder, thoughts of (murder, rape, suicide, etc.), poorly written two paragraphs about kissing, angst, we ignore moira and charles’ romance cause... duh, it’s x reader and it’s too difficult for me to work around it rn a haha
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The rooms were always the same. They were dark, illuminated only by the dimmest of lights emanating from the occasional lava lamp or fairy lights. Fairy - ironic word for such situations, such rooms. Filled so heavily with smoke it made it hard to breathe, let alone see. And the floors; the floors always felt different. 
In hindsight, it was probably the one thing that had her realizing the rooms were never actually the same. Sure, they had the same smell, the same overcrowdedness and moving bodies, the same darkness, even the same taste, but the floors testified to the difference each room held. 
Sometimes, when the world would freeze and all the people around her became nothing but a mesh of warm bodies, she could hear the floor creak under her feet with every step she took. There she was - the house right down the street from her. 
Other times, the floors felt sticky under her shoes. She assumed it was tequila. There were always too many bottles around to count, surely there would be spills. Or, some poor guy could have pissed himself like that one time. When her shoes sounded like velcro as she walked across the floor, she was at the house all the way across town.
In any case, she felt the same ankle up. One of her favourite parts had to be the way the music always abused her ears - so high, it made her feel lightheaded. More so than she already had been both. Sex was not nearly regular enough for her to compare, but she knew what she would feel every time the music was loud enough to make her head buzz and throb with a vengeance was more erotic than anything anyone could ever do to her.
The place could change but the scene never really did. Down to the people - she knew this for sure. She knew every beating heart around her like they were her own. She never only felt it there, but in her head as well. Even as it buzzed, she felt it. Sometimes it tore at her skull as if trying to escape - ironic.
Now, why did the scene change one evening in 1962? She told herself it was fate, but it had merely been wishful thinking when she knew why. How did she know? She knew the man sitting next to her on the worn down couch, nearly entirely unconscious and reeking of weed and vodka, knew the girl across the house, the girl across the house knew the man next to her and that - so on and so forth - meant she knew all three of them, even though they didn’t know her. So, for two new men to walk into the house, their eyes focused - focused on her - changed the scene entirely.
Now, the music became nothing more than an assault on her ears; the lights became too bright at the same time as the dark became too dark; the air became heavier than usual; and she sobered up at the feeling of something - someone - in her head. Then, it all caved in. It was as overwhelming as it always was, but she was used to it enough to handle it for a little while, at least whilst remnants of her high remained. She couldn’t say the same for the shorter of the two men she saw keel over at the pressure.
He got over it pretty quick, from what she could tell. “Charles Xavier,” he introduced himself as, “This is my colleague, Erik Lensherr.”
A quick trip from the couch to the door had her standing on the lawn of the house of the night with the two men. Crickets could be heard fighting against the sound of the music blaring from the house as she swayed on her feet, making wet sounds in the grass from earlier rain. Charles stood not much taller than her, charm emanating from him and the way his piercing blue eyes seemed to smile despite his furrowed brows and mouth set in a straight line as he stared at her, waiting for a response with his hands tucked into his coat pockets. Erik stood taller, stoic and calculating.
“And?” She crossed her arms across her chest, both in discomfort and the fact that the chilly night air had begun to bite at her skin, her long sleeve doing nothing to help. “I should care why?”
If the incident earlier wasn’t enough, the way the both of them looked at her was enough for her to know why. “What’s your name?” Charles asked, having her notice then the English accent on his tongue. 
The second she gave it to him, he smiled - almost sympathetically - at her and hummed, “You have an incredibly busy mind, Y/N.”
“And you have an incredibly nosy one, Charles.” That had Erik letting out a chuckle, one that felt like approval to her ears.
Never in a million years would she dare say yes to anything of the sort the two men proposed to her that night. A team of mutants; not necessarily that she thought it was absurd or a horrible idea - no. It made sense, not factoring in their current climate, to have a team of mutants fighting against the evils of the world. The horrible idea was to have her join. No, she wanted to tell them, “I don’t think it’s such a good idea.”
“That’s exactly what I’ve been thinking too,” Erik agreed with her, catching both herself and Charles off guard, “We’ll be going then.”
He offered her his hand. She didn’t know how long she stood there staring at his outstretched arm. Sometimes her high slowed time - it could have been five seconds or five minutes. When she finally looked away from his hand, up at him, she saw he stood unwavered and patient.
“You don’t have to, you know.” Her eyes shot to Charles as he broke the silence. He shook his head, brows still furrowed and mouth set in a straight line. “You’re under no obligation.”
For Charles to know, she understood. He had just been in her mind long enough to know that most of it wasn’t even hers. For Erik to know and offer her his hand made her wonder just how desperate he was to assemble the team - for whatever reason that she was about to find out in a moment.
“We leave now.” Was all he said after he tore his hand from hers.
An hour hasn’t even passed when she found herself on a plane with the two men, mind still buzzing but this time not with a high. This time, with an overwhelming anger and anticipation. The way Erik didn’t make eye contact with her and Charles sent worried glances her way throughout their trip to their “base” was enough to tell her that they knew she had already been briefed on what was happening - the reason behind their assembling of a team. Rather, she knew specifically of the personal motive behind it.
All it made her heart feel like it was beating a mile a minute. It pounded against her chest so hard she was sure at least one of them could hear it. So badly did she want to hide out in the plane’s bathroom and take something to stop the pain, but it was off the table. For now.
Soon enough the flight ended, and she came to find out their “base” was a covert CIA facility where they placed the other mutants they rounded up before her. She just as quickly met and said goodbye to Moira MacTaggert, a CIA officer working with Charles and Erik to stop Shaw. His name alone sent sparks of rage flowing through her veins.
She was left with the group when the three went off that night. There, she came face to face with Raven, Sean, Alex, Hank, Darwin, and Angel - or, Mystique, Banshee, and Havok. Darwin and Angel were “self explanatory”, considering they were already nicknames and described their powers fairly well. Hank was just… Hank.
Her turn came around quickly, once everyone settled down from Alex’s show of his “gift”, when all heads turned to her, sitting at the end of the couch. Raven smiled at her - she liked her, she was sweet - “What about you? What’s your power?”
“I’m,” She paused for a moment, the eyes on her making her anxious and curl into herself hoping, praying, another mutant wouldn’t touch her. “I can move things. With my mind.” She gave a tight smile to Raven and nodded her head, as if to reassure herself. “I can move things with my mind.”
Raven’s smile only widened, excited by either the prospect of her being able to move things with her mind or the opportunity to give her an alias. She assumed it was the latter. She excused herself to the washroom just as Raven asked the group what they thought. “We’ll have one for you once you get back! Promise!” Raven called after her.
Body filled with anticipation, she nearly ran to the washroom, willing the door closed behind her after she entered. It was small, but clean - CIA property after all. 
She tried. She really did. Albeit, making contact with a mutant was always the worst; Erik especially. The trauma, the pain, the thoughts. All them clawed at her brain, as though they were tearing through it layer by layer until nothing but them remained within her skull.
Nothing could stop her from taking out the small baggy in her back pocket and tearing it open. Nothing could stop her from taking it, only to feel a rush flow through her. It would take a bit, but soon enough she would stop feeling them gnawing on her very existence. Soon, numbness would wash over her and she could just be no one.
She guessed she was in the washroom for about half an hour. Staring at her reflection, at the floor, at the ceiling, at anything, but when she made her way back to the room, she found it in disarray. Music was blasting from the radio, chairs flipped over, Raven on top of the couch dancing as Hank hung from the ceiling light, the rest of the group messing around with their powers. She couldn’t tell if they were experiencing some high of their own or just happened to have gotten their hands on some alcohol.
“What are you doing? Who destroyed the statue?” Moira’s voice broke her out of the trance she was in watching the group. Slowly, she turned her head to see her, Charles, and Erik walking over as everyone else froze. Moira was angry, that much anyone could tell, but the two men were unreadable.
Hank was the first one to reply back, jumping down the ceiling, panicked, “It was Alex.”
“No. Havok.” Raven seemed to stay unfazed, still standing on the couch with a wide smile on her face. “We have to call him Havok. That's his name now…”
Raven’s words melted away from her. Her focus wasn’t elsewhere; it was simply nowhere at all. She stared at everyone in the room, yet no one at all. So caught up in nothing she didn’t notice Charles himself staring at her until Erik uttered something under his breath and walked away with Moira following, brows furrowed in what looked to be confusion. Just as she caught his eye, he looked away.
Directed at Raven, he spoke firmly, “I expect more from you.”
Not long after, they had gotten word that Shaw would be in Russia, and so she was left with the group of mutants when the three left alongside the CIA to get their hands on him. Before, it would have made her wonder what purpose the group of mutants really served if they didn’t want them there to help. Now, after the incident, she understood why.
By no means were any of them prepared for such a task. She couldn’t claim to be either. She only agreed because she knew a part within her would hate her for not coming and at the very least trying to help.
Just when she thought she and the solemn group couldn’t be any more of a liability, she was proven wrong. Because now Sebastian Shaw stood in front of them, smug and irritating as ever, after having his lackey drop an unsuspecting CIA to his death in front of all of them and cornering them. 
“Good evening. My name's Sebastian Shaw, and I'm not here to hurt you.” She was sure she wasn’t the only one assuming he had taken out every single CIA operative in the facility to make it this far; a thought that filled her being with even more dread than she was already feeling at the sight of him. “My friends, there's a revolution coming. When mankind discovers who we are, what we can do, each of us will face a choice. Be enslaved or rise up to rule. Choose freely, but know that if you are not with us, then by definition, you are against us. So, you can stay and fight for the people who hate and fear you. Or you can join me, and love like kings and queens.”
They all watched, both shocked and betrayed when Angel took the hand Shaw outstretched, standing by his side even when he murdered Darwin in his attempt to stop him with Alex. She didn’t see it - she turned away the second Shaw released the energy he’d taken from Alex into Darwin. She heard it, though. The explosion. When she turned back, as Shaw, Angel, and the men he had brought with him retreated, she saw nothing. There was no sign of Darwin; not even a speck of dust.
Suddenly, her chest tightened and the clawing came back.
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The person who happened to almost send them home also happened to be the one who provided them a new place to train their powers for the fight with Shaw. Charles was entirely serious and extremely close to sending them all home; “They’re just kids.” But Erik made it clear to him that they couldn’t be anymore, not after Shaw.
Charles lived, alongside Raven, in a massive mansion that had been entirely too big for her to take in, but it provided the perfect space for them to train their powers. Each of them were assigned rooms by Charles personally that day. 
He took the liberty of walking them each there. She didn’t know if it was just her or a Charles thing, but he stayed quiet. Unusual for a man that had so much to say. But then again, with what they’ve already been through, she couldn’t imagine he was feeling very chatty. She certainly wouldn’t have been in his situation. Granted, she would be feeling the same way now, but in her predicament by this point, she wouldn’t mind someone else’s verbal company.
The second he guided her through the bedroom
door, she began to take in the sheer size of the room, feeling bigger than life itself in the way that she was feeling. The bed was even better; huge and looked as though the softness of it would swallow her into a warm hug. Her first instinct would have been to jump right onto it, but the fact that Charles ceased to leave and instead remained planted there, giving her a look she couldn’t make out once she turned to face him, made her fight against her urges.
She opened her mouth in an attempt to utter an “Are you alright?” but never got the chance. Instead, Charles spoke as soon as her mouth opened, slowly, as if to make sure she understood every word he was saying like she had been incapable of doing so before, “Training starts tonight, but I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.”
With her brows furrowed in confusion, she nodded, and Charles began to walk away. He stopped by the frame of the door, back to her, and spoke again, “Try and get some rest.”
With that, he shut the door behind him. Now, she was left in the room alone, tiredness washing over her. Awaiting the next day, she decided to fall into the cloud that was the bed and fall asleep while she could.
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The next morning was when Charles asked to see her - by Raven. The young woman led her over to a room, an odd dome shaped one, where Charles stood waiting. He wasn’t the same as the night before - uncomfortable, was the only way she knew to describe it - welcoming and encouraging.
“We’ve got plenty of work to do,” Charles spoke, hands in his pockets, as she entered and Raven excused herself elsewhere. Looking around, she could see evidence that training had started last night, namely Alex’s. Dark scuff marks were streaked across walls of the dome on the end farthest from them and small balls of fluff on the floor remained, assumingly left behind in the midst of a quick clean up of training dummies that had been torn open.
Despite the mess, several other objects were placed across the floor. All ranged from light to heavy. Chairs, weights - it looked to be anything he could have been capable of carrying in with the help of the others.
She stopped in front of him. “What’s this?”
The man’s smile widened before he started, rather loudly at that. “Well.” He moved towards the objects then spun around to face her, arms outstretched. “This is the beginning of your training.”
She raised an eyebrow, looking at the man unimpressed. “You want me to move this stuff around?”
“You’re not just moving stuff around.” Charles shook his head, arms dropping to his sides as he declared. “You don’t need to move everything here. I only need to see how much you can handle.” His head tilted as he looked at her, blue eyes meeting her own as his expression retreated to one of curiosity. “And how you handle it.”
She didn’t think the professor was aware of the innuendo within the situation, so she let it go despite the sweet stomach dropping feeling that came over her. Instead, she shrugged. “Then what?”
“Then,” Charles hesitated for a moment, “Erik was able to move a satellite dish. If it happens to be possible-”
“A satellite dish?” She laughed incredulously, “You can be serious.”
Charles nodded towards her, challenging her statements as he took a few steps forward. “And what is it that’s making you believe you’re incapable of doing anything similar?”
“Look.” She shook her head, looking directly at him when she said, “I can move the average household item, shut a door and maybe, just maybe, bust it down, but I couldn’t push your couch across the room, let alone move a fu- a satellite dish.”
Charles’ brows furrowed. “And that’s what you believe?”
She hummed. “That’s what I know.”
“Well,” he sighed, disappointment written across his face that sent her into a spiral, “There’s not much we can do if you don’t believe you can better yourself, is there?”
The second he walked past her was when it felt as though ice water had been spilt onto her. A mixture of confusion and gloom washed over her before she turned to see Charles’ back, still moving towards the door. “What?”
He stopped in his tracks at her exclamation, waiting several moments as if contemplating before he turned back to her. Carefully, he asked, “Why do you take them?”
She shook her head, looking almost offended. “How did you-”
“Your mind,” Charles confirmed, “It gets quieter.”
The offence on her face never ceased, but the uncomfortable mixture of feelings she was overwhelmed with had her shrug in response to his question. Charles only nodded and gave her a tight smile before turning back.
She closed her eyes, resigning herself with huff. She could go back to the life she had come to know and hate, or she could take the second chance he was giving her even if it did include the prospect of some suffering.
“I don’t take them for fun.” The sound of her voice made Charles stop again. This time, he waited. “When I touch a person I don’t just take every experience. I take every memory.”
He turned around to face her once more and gave her nod, signalling her to continue. She breathed in and out. “I see and I feel everything that’s happened to them. That’s a lot and it’s enough, but that’s not why I-”
She cut herself off, feeling herself choke on the words before shaking her head and persisting herself on despite Charles’ look of concern. “I take them because, when I take their memories, I take all of their thoughts too. Every one. So every thought of murder, or rape, or suicide, or any fucked up thing, keeps tearing me apart from the inside out.”
Charles nodded, walking closer to her, choosing his words carefully as he spoke, sympathy written deep in his soft voice, “And they scare you.”
She shook her head. Looking away from him for a moment, she willed away tears she felt gathering. She turned back to him. “The thought of acting on them scares me.”
Although slightly taken aback by the revelation, Charles holds his composure. He nodded before opening his mouth to respond, walking closer as he began.
The only reaction he got was her taking a step back, shaking her head. “I swear I’m not a bad person.” Charles assumed she didn’t want him touching her - considering she took away every thought. “I’m always all these people at once - I don’t even know who I am.”
“Then we will figure it out.” Charles tilted his head, making sure her eyes met his when she attempted to look away. His voice was soft and reassuring to her ears, even if she didn’t know whether to believe him or not. “You aren’t alone, Y/N.”
As it turns, the drugs were having a large effect on her ability to use her powers - the next few days told her as much. By no means was she capable of moving a satellite dish, but she had been able to take her powers to lengths she never thought she could have been able to.
Most of it was due to Charles - he’d spent most of the next few days with her, pushing her, sometimes to the point where she’d snap at him. She always calmed, though, and Charles always remained coolheaded.
Still, they grew closer. Or at least she grew closer to him. She couldn’t tell if the praise, the laughs, the banter, and the willingness to come back together after a fight only meant something to her. She hoped it did - because why else wouldn’t he just give up on her? All that time spent on advancing her powers to defeat Shaw, and he still talked about helping her as though their relationship would continue past this mission.
Part of her wanted to touch him so she could just know. Even if he hadn’t taken such a liking to her as she had him, at the very least try to understand him in his entirety and make a space for herself in his life. Then, another part of her was horrified at what she would find in there.
For the time being, there wasn’t much opportunity to dwell on it. The day they would head out was coming soon, and Erik suggested the group get a good night’s rest. They would all need it.
With her luck, she didn’t know why she thought that sleep would come easy that night. Whether it was due to adrenaline, anxiety, or anything else, didn’t matter. Because whatever was keeping her up had her pacing the hallways of Charles’ estate that night.
She wasn’t looking for it, but instead happened upon a conversation. 
“… no difference. Shaw’s declared war on mankind. On all of us. He has to be stopped.” She heard Charles’ voice through a door as she passed by. Although knowing that he could probably make out the sound of her mind from a mile away, she still stopped by it. She grew even more curious when she heard Erik’s voice. 
“I'm not gonna stop Shaw. I'm gonna kill him. Do you have it in you to allow that?” A moment of silence passed and she shifted on her feet. It made the floor creek. She shut her eyes and bit her lip, nervous, expecting to hear the sound of one of their footsteps coming to open the door and catch her eavesdropping. Whether they heard or not, she didn’t know as Erik continued on, “You've known all along why I was here, Charles. But things have changed. What started as a covert mission, tomorrow mankind will know that mutants exist. Shaw, us, they won't differentiate. They'll fear us. And that fear will turn to hatred.”
“Not if we stop a war,” Charles’ voice wavered on a line of urgency and assurance, “Not if we can prevent Shaw. Not if we risk our lives doing so.”
Charles very well could have been doing nothing but reassuring Erik with his words, but she couldn’t help but wonder if he was actually trying to reassure himself. As if the world wouldn’t either discard or abuse them once they’ve served their purpose of their betterment. 
“Will they do the same for us?”
“We have it in us to be the better men.”
“We already are.” Erik’s voice quickly turned from calm to urgent when he next spoke. “We're the next stage of human evolution. You said it yourself!”
“No, no!” She heard Charles attempt to cut Erik off before he sighed. She could practically hear the disappointment in it, although she couldn’t say she felt the same. He only let Erik continue.
“Are you really so naive as to think that they won't battle their own extinction?” She heard him pause. “Or is it arrogance?”
“I’m sorry?” As if Charles had misheard him. 
She shifted on her feet once more as their voices became more hushed, despite the feeling coming from the room becoming more hostile than calm. This time, she was more careful. Nothing made a sound below her feet when she moved closer to the door, pressing her ear against it, as well as her left palm for support.
“After tomorrow, they're gonna turn us. But you're blind to it, because you believe they're all like Moira.” 
“And you believe they're all like Shaw.” Came Charles’ immediate response. Calmly, she heard him continue, “Listen to me very carefully my friend. Killing Shaw will not bring you peace.”
Erik’s voice never wavered when he told Charles, “Peace was never an option.”
Footsteps came far too fast for her to move away from the door. In a split second, she found herself leaning against the door to crashing into Erik’s chest when he pulled the door open. For a moment, Erik stood staring down at her, watching her attempt to recompose herself and attempt to apologize. She didn’t get a word out before he moved past her and walked away.
She watched his form retreat before she turned back to the room. Standing in the doorway, she saw Charles sitting in the chair facing away from her. With his eyes closed and fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed, “You realize I can hear your mind from across this house?”
She took a step in, almost reluctantly. She didn’t imagine Charles would be content with anything she had to say, but maybe she could make him understand. “Erik’s right, you know.”
Her words had Charles’ eyes snap open. He got out the chair, setting down the drink he was nursing on the table next to him, before he turned to face her. “Excuse me?”
“Peace isn’t an option ‘cause we’re never gonna get peace.” She shook her head, desperation in both her voice and eyes as she stared into his. “Erik thinks they’re gonna turn on us. They might not, but it doesn’t mean any of us will get any peace. They won’t all be like Shaw, they won’t all be like Moira, but most of them - most of them will just be human. They’ll fear us and they’ll judge us. It doesn’t matter how harmless we are or not.”
She watched as Charles took a step forward, his head tilting to the side, expression unreadable as his voice remained calm. “You can’t be serious.” It was a statement - a wrong one.
“Shaw needs to die,” She spoke with assurance. She felt her eyes fill with tears, Charles watching her suck in a breath and release as he began to walk closer to her, before she spoke in a whisper, no longer trusting her voice, “Shaw needs to die for what he did to us. We’re going to kill him, Charles.”
They’re faces we’re merely inches apart, chilling her to the bone as he looked at her. What she thought he would never do is what he tried the second he began to raise his hand, speaking quickly to her when he asked, “Us?”
His hand almost cupped her cheek when she turned her head away from it. Immediately, his hand froze. Charles watched her profile as more tears welled up in her eyes and her lips began to tremble. Voice weak and tearful, staring away from him, she pleaded, “Please don’t confuse me. I can’t-”
“I know you feel it,” Charles’ other hand came up to guide her face back to him despite her, whispering carefully, “But it is not your cross to bear.”
His hand was warm against her cheek. Comforting - enough to make her mind go blank. Wishful thinking, of course, because soon the clawing in her head would come back with a vengeance at having a man such as Charles touch her. For now, though, he felt safe. Stable. Enough so that she could close her eyes for a moment and let the tears fall as he leaned down to her and let his forehead press against hers. 
“You can’t help but feel his pain,” She felt his breath against her lips as he spoke, his voice the same soft and soothing as she’s known it to be, “But you can decide what you do with it.”
She shook her head gently and pulled away, but still letting Charles’ hand rest against her cheek. “It’s not just-” she whispered to him, mouth feeling dry as her eyes avoided his, trying to piece her thoughts together. His hand slid down to the base of her neck, guiding her eyes to his. She licked her lips before she swallowed. “I barely knew Darwin, but he killed him right in front of us. And it was cruel and scary and I couldn’t even make myself look at it when it happened.”
“I know.” Charles brought his other hand up to brush away slow falling tears she hadn’t even known began to escape. He voiced nothing but concern, letting her continue as if he knew what she was going to say next. 
Her hands reached up to wrap around his wrists, not to pull his hands away from her, but to simply hold onto them. Almost as if they were an anchor to make up for the tears she now felt were falling faster down her face as she realized. “For the first time, I think I want something, I feel this anger and fear, because of my head. I saw it first and I felt it first. It’s mine, and now I have a real responsibility to take care of it.”
“Not with murder.” Her hands tightened around his wrists as he brought her face closer to his own. A frown on his face as he desperately told her, “I meant it when I told you that we would figure this out together. You told me you were never your own person, that you don’t even know yourself. We were - we are - going to bring you into existence. I beg you, Y/N, don’t let yourself be brought into this world as a murderer.”
His words, as beautiful as they were, only half registered within her brain. All she found herself focusing on then was how close he was. She would think back later and come to realize that it was because the only thing making her tears stop and giving her the will not to commit a murder was the prospect of approval she would get from a man like him. From someone who could never understand her struggle, someone who never tried to or tried to make her feel as though there was some way out. From someone who wanted to build on it and show her the strength she could find within it.
Realistically, she knew he would have a few words for her if she ever outwardly admitted to him that she used approval as a means for bettering herself, but it was the best she could do at the time being.
Charles’ brows furrowed as he watched her face, spaced out and regarding him with an expression not even he could read. Somewhere deep down, though, he knew he had gotten through to her. His lips curled up slightly, speaking lowly with amusement evident in his voice, “Now where did you go?”
Her eyes shot from his lips to his eyes once more. As quick as they made eye contact, she leaned forward to press her lips against his. Lips soft, she kissed him carefully, one hand moving to cup his face. Only in the last few moments did he respond to it by kissing back.
She pulled away, looking at him nervously and letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding in. Her mouth was dry again. “I’m sorry-”
She was cut off by Charles’ lips on hers once more. She kissed back instantly, sighing into the kiss in content. Feeling Charles smirk against her lips and deepen the kiss, she put both hands behind his neck, pulling his body closer to hers. He took her lower lip between his teeth, pulling slightly as he let his hands trail down her body to her waist, pulling her to make sure there wasn’t the slightest gap between their bodies.
Their lips broke apart, but only long enough to allow for a quick breath. Charles pushed his lips back into hers as her hands snaked down to the collar of his dress shirt, playing carefully with the top button.
Eventually, their lips broke apart as they caught their breath. Bodies still pressed together, Charles leant forward to rest his forehead onto hers, her eyes still close, for a moment before pressing a kiss to it. He placed his chin on top of her head and rested there, her head resting against the crook of his neck as she felt him - anticipating what it would feel like to feel nothing but him. 
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nastybuckybarnes · 3 years
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A Broken Fairytale  -  Twelve
Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Reader AU 
Summary: Sold by your mother, you work as a servant for the King and Queen of Acadia. The Prince, much to his initial dismay, takes a liking to you. When a wicked woman intervenes, your life is nothing more than a prison sentence. With a war on the horizon and a betrothal to a missing Princess that he can’t escape, Bucky is forced to be the Prince -and King- that his father wants. A pawn in a bigger game than the two of you realize. 
Warnings:  Fluff, Angst, injuries, Violence, Fluff
Word Count: 2K
A/N: Voila! Sorry for not updating this in like six months but here you go! She’s a little intense so enjoy 
~*~
“I gave you one job.”
The man swallows hard, face bloody and bruised and nearly unrecognizable.
“I almost had her. But the prince-” “You said you could do it! I paid you to get rid of the girl! Not send her back to her family on a silver platter!” She grabs the collar of his shirt, pointed edge of a blade at his throat.
“I-I’ll do it! I’ll get rid of her and I’ll get rid of anyone who gets in my way! I underestimated them once, but I won’t make the same mistake again! I swear to it!” The old woman glares at him, her eyes full of hatred.
“You have one more chance. If you fail I will make you wish you were in the hands of the King, for I will not be nearly as merciful as he.” Rumlow nods, stumbling back as soon as she releases him.
“Now go. I expect to hear news of their death before their wedding. If you fail you will regret it.”
~*~
“You look gorgeous, my daughter.” You turn around, smiling from ear to ear in your white gown.
“Thank you, mother.” She tilts your head up, her eyes on the fading scar on your cheek.
“A mark to show those who test you how strong you are,” She whispers, pressing a kiss to the mark.
Butterflies swarm in your belly as you hear the music playing from the throne room.
"Your Majesty, we are ready to begin,” Pepper says, smiling gently at your mother. She nods, tears in her eyes as she cups your cheeks.
“I always knew the day I gave my daughter away would come. I never thought I would have so little time between having you and losing you.” You nod, leaning your cheek into her hands.
“My daughter and my wife on my daughter’s wedding day. A day I had not thought I would get to see.” The two of you look to the voice, smiling when your father walks in.
“They are waiting for you, my dear. And then I am to walk my daughter down the aisle so soon after getting her back. How I wish we could have more time together.” You nod, a sad smile on your face as your mother hurries out of the room and to her spot in the throne room.
“I have no plans on leaving the kingdom soon. We will have time to reacquaint. But until then, we mustn’t leave them waiting.” He nods, offering you his arm. You take it gratefully, still uneasy wearing heels.
“There has not been a gathering this large in your lifetime. People from Kingdoms across the continent have come to see the union of the two kingdoms and the return of the Princess.” Your heart jumps at that information.
“Somehow that doesn't make me feel any better.” He chuckles, helping you down the stairs slowly.
Your dress is beyond extravagant. It’s an off-white colour with a thick layered skirt and a train that drags dangerously long behind you. The entire gown is covered in pearls and jewels, advertising the wealth of the kingdom. Atop your head rests a beautiful white tiara with large crystals decorating it.
You look exactly how royalty should.
With a bouquet of white roses held tightly in your grasp, you focus on your footsteps, trying your hardest to stay steady as the doors to the throne room get pushed open.
There’s a simultaneous gasp across the room, but you keep your eyes focused on the flowers in your grasp, grateful for the veil covering your face from view.
When your father stops walking, you finally look up, eyes finding the piercing blues of Prince James through the thin material of your veil.
He looks absolutely stunning in his royal colours, the lightness of his suit contrasting beautifully with the darkness of his royal sash. At his side hangs his sword, and on his head is a beautiful gold crown with different coloured jewels.
You curtsey low, your father bowing beside you, and James bows from in front of you before extending his hand. You take it without hesitation, handing your flowers to your father before stepping up in front of the thrones with James.
“Take care of my daughter, James. I have only just gotten her back.” The prince nods, a smile on his face as he gazes at you with nothing but admiration in his eyes.
With practiced grace, James flips your veil over your hair, his eyes alight with happiness.
“Together we are gathered here to witness the union of his Royal Highness Prince James Buchanan Barnes of Acadia, and Her Royal Highness Princess (Y/n) (Y/m/n) (Y/l/n) of Corona. In front of the Gods, each other, and your Kingdoms, you will be united as husband and wife, and King and Queen. Your Kingdoms will be together as one, as you will be.”
The priest smiles warmly at the two of you.
“We have waited many years to witness this union, and now, we listen as you speak your vows.” James clears his throat, turning for a moment to grab the two goblets and handing the empty one to you.
“With this hand, I will lift your sorrows.” He lifts his hand, using his free hand to lift yours.
“Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine.” He pours a tad of wine into your goblet. The two of you each take a sip then set the goblets down. Next, you each pick up a candle, having practiced this enough to know it forward and back.
“With this candle,” he lights his candle then touches the flame to the wick of yours. “I will light your way in darkness.”
You set the candles down, heart racing as he’s handed a gorgeous diamond ring.
“With this ring, I ask you to be mine.” He leans forward, taking your hand gently in his.
“I am yours.” A smile breaks across his face, and right as he’s sliding the ring onto your finger a fiery pain erupts in your shoulder, the force of it sending you tumbling to the ground.
There’s a collective gasp and then screams erupt.
“(Y/n)!” “Your Highness!” You peel your eyes open in time to see guards surrounding you and James, the brunet crouched in front of you with his eyes focused on your chest. You follow his gaze and your eyes nearly fall out of your head.
There’s an arrow stuck in your left shoulder. You look frantically at James and he shushes you, grabbing it by the end and snapping it in half, making it much shorter. You cry out in pain, thrashing against him, but he only murmurs apologies.
“Your Highnesses, we must leave.” You’re ushered to your feet and you suppress a cry of pain, grabbing onto your husband’s hand as the two of you are quickly brought out of the room.
“Someone call for a healer immediately. We have no idea if this has pierced something vital,” James barks as you all hurry through the halls.
“Men, take your posts and allow no one through,” Rhodey says, waiting until the guards have dispersed before pulling on a candelabra mounted on the wall.
The wall creaks open and you look at him in shock.
“Go all the way through. Only few know of this passage. There’s a safe room at the end that will have all the required medical tools you will need, as well as food and water. Answer no one and trust even fewer. When it is safe, myself or a trusted member of the king’s guard will come to fetch you.” You nod, looking at James. He nods as well and helps you through the small opening in the wall.
His hand is on the hilt of his sword, ready to fight anyone if need be.
You’ve got one hand pressed against the spot where the arrow remains, partly sticking out of you, half-broken off. Your vision starts to blur as blood seeps out of the wound.
“We’re almost there. Just hang on tight,” he murmurs, stopping in his tracks when he reaches the large wooden door.
He shoves it open and is quick to help you into the room and sit you on the bed. While he lights the candles, you press hard against your wound, taking deep breaths to try and steady yourself.
Warm hands are suddenly pulling yours away and you gasp, opening your eyes and looking at the culprit.
He smiles apologetically then lifts his hand. There’s the sound of tearing and then your gown is sliding down your chest, leaving you in only your satin slip.
“I must admit, this is not how I envisioned our wedding night,” you murmur, voice quivering slightly with fear and pain. He chuckles once, shaking his head.
“This may sting a bit, but I must do it.” You nod, closing your eyes tightly. He takes hold of the arrow and gives you only a moment to prepare before he's tearing it out of you.
You shout out in pain, tears stinging your eyes a the intense fire in your chest.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, pressing something hot against the wound. If you thought the ripping of the arrow was bad, this is ten times worse.
A scream tears its way out of your throat and you struggle to get away as he cauterizes the wound to the best of his abilities with you writhing in his grasp.
You’re tiptoeing on the edge of consciousness when he finally pulls it away, your shoulder aching and throbbing.
“I’m sorry, my darling.” You clench your jaw and nod, taking a few deep breaths to try and regain your composure.
“Someone means to kill me,” you whisper, the words tasting foul on your tongue.
James nods, holding your hands in between both of his.
“This union is being targeted yet again. It is no accident that so much has happened to attempt to prevent us from marrying.” His words ring with truths that you hadn’t considered, and he must see the shock on your face.
“I will discuss it with our fathers when it is safe to do so. Until then, you need your rest.” He helps you to lie down in the bed, being careful of your injured shoulder.
“You must swear to wake me as soon as there’s any news,” you demand, grabbing his hand tightly. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles.
“Of course. I swear I will.” You nod, satisfied with his answer, then allow yourself to relax into the pillows, your mind racing itself to sleep.
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castexpectopatronum · 3 years
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Liquid Amber - Part III [Remus Lupin x Reader Imagine]
Summary: You had been crushing on Remus Lupin for an eternity when you finally decided to ask him out. However, things do not go as planned and you remain wondering just what exactly is going on with this boy.
notes: reupload because the original got deleated
trigger warnings: none
word count: 1.9k
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What was Remus Lupin hiding?
The question was burning inside of you ever since your encounter in the corridor a few days ago. And even though you knew that it was none of your business, you still were determined to find out.
Concerning this matter, it was fortunate you fancied Remus as that made you far more observant of him. Whenever you could, you shot glances at him, during meals and classes, and paid special attention to his behaviour. You did notice that he seemed rather sick, he looked pale and peaky and he seemed to be growing weaker by each day.
Then, he disappeared. When you stepped into the Transfiguration classroom one day, already late, only to find his seat empty, a deep frown appeared on your face. His friends, James, Sirius and Peter, were there, but unusually quiet and had black shadows under their eyes. Peter even fell asleep during the lesson; his soft snores filled the classroom until Sirius nudged him with his ellbow causing Peter to almost fall from his chair. You observed them carefully while pretending to listen to Professor McGonagall’s lecture. Perhaps the Marauders had pulled off an all-nighter of some sort but that still didn’t explain Remus’ absence. Maybe he had a hangover – although you failed to imagine Remus as some kind of party animal.
Remembering how sickly he had looked the day before, you decided to check the Hospital Wing for him and bring Remus some chocolate bars from Honeyduke’s which you knew he loved.
However, when you entered the Hospital Wing, you found that it was already occupied. James, Sirius and Peter were huddled around a bed at the far corner of the room, hiding the person lying in it from your view. The expression upon their faces turned into one of surprise once they spotted you, mirroring your own.
“Sorry,” you said, taken aback by their presence – although now that you thought about it, you should have expected it. “I didn’t know you were here. I was just looking for Remus.”
The three of them exchanged looks, as if they knew something you didn’t, and stood up.
“No problem, we just wanted to leave, anyway,” Sirius said. Next moment, he groaned all of a sudden, leaving you to raise your eyebrows in surprise. James bent down to whisper something in Remus’ ear who looked rather alarmed. He replied something in a hushed voice but James simply gave him a crooked grin, patted him gently on the shoulder and barely gave Sirius and Peter the chance to say their goodbyes before he pushed them towards the door. Playing with your sleeves, you observed them with furrowed eyebrows.
“Y’know, if it’s not a good time, I can come back tomorrow or-”
“Nonsense, the time is perfect,” James interrupted.
“Just make sure to be gentle with him,” said Peter in a concerned voice. “He’s been through a lot.”
Your frown deepened. “What do you mean?”
“Just a nasty flu, tha’s all,” said Sirius quickly, shooting Peter a warning glance. “Nothing to worry about. Give it a few days and he’ll be as good as new.” He turned to his friends. “C’mon, we best be going.” They shot you one last glance and Peter flashed a smile, then the door closed behind them, the sound echoing in the room, leaving you and Remus alone in the Hospital Wing.
You turned around to him and chuckled nervously. “Well, that did not quite go as I expected.”
Remus didn’t laugh. He didn’t smile. He didn’t give any indication whatsoever that he was happy to see you. He simply stared at you, his eyes shining like liquid amber.
“What are you doing here?”
“I missed you in class today. Here.” You placed the chocolate bars on the nightstand next to his bed. “A little something to cheer you up. Thought you could use it.”
Remus nodded weakly. “Thank you,” he muttered and watched you sit down on a chair.
You smiled sheepishly. “So, the flu, eh?”
Remus shrugged and pulled the blanket up to his chin. “Happens to the best of us.”
You took in his appearence with furrowed eyebrows. Remus was whiter than the bedsheets, his face was hallow, and his eyes, usually so attentive and full of warmth, were now dull. Dark bags circling them, and he looked very thin and weak. You doubted he even had the strength to get up.
“How are you feeling?”
Remus turned his head away from you and looked up at the ceiling. “I’m fine.”
You cocked your head. “And Dumbledore isn’t two-hundred years old.”
The corner of his mouth twitched. “I don’t think he’s quite that old.”
“How would you know? Do you know when he was born?”
“No wizard gets that old.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if Dumbledore did. The man is ancient.”
This finally evoqued a smile from him which you couldn’t help but return. But he remained silent.
“You don’t really have the flu, do you?”
Remus’ head spun around, and although he hid it quickly and put on a neutral expression, you did not miss the flash of panic in his eyes.
“Of course I have the flu. What else should I have?”
“Remus, you’re as white as a ghost. The flu is terrible but it doesn’t make you look as if you’re on the brink of death.”
The moment the words left your mouth, you knew you had hit a nerve. Remus’ jaw clenched and his eyes suddenly turned colder. He turned his head to stare at the ceiling, avoiding the worried yet piercing look in your eyes.
“It’s a nasty one.”
You snorted. “Sure. Don’t try and fool me, Remus. I know a flu when I see it and whatever it is that you have, it’s not that.”
He didn’t respond.
You sighed, regretting the harsh tone in your voice. “Listen, Remus... You don’t have to tell me what you have or why you get sick so often. But... I just want you to know that I’m there for you if you ever do want to talk about it. And whatever it is – I can’t imagine it could change my opinion on you.” You gave your best to give him an encouraging smile and stood up. “You should eat some chocolate. You’ll feel better afterwards.”
You knew he wouldn’t answer but still lingered for several moments to a least give him the opportunity to. When your conviction proved to be right, however, you gave him one last half-hearted smile and left the Hospital Wing.
A part of you had hoped that after this incident Remus and you would grow closer but instead Remus was more determined than ever to avoid you. Every time you passed him in the hallway, you felt a painful sting in your heart. However, the original issue of Remus refusing to go out with you became less and less important to you although your crush on him grew stronger by each day.
Your academic success was quite average but you weren’t stupid – to you there was no doubt that Remus’s illness was the cause of all this trouble, also considering he often looked pale and sickly. Every time you saw him looking particularly weak, your wish to help him grew even more urgent than before but you could only help him with his condition if you knew what it was – and trying to get Remus to open up about his sickness was about as effective as convincing James of writing a love letter to Snape.
It was two months of this slow torture and several stupid theories later that you realised Remus’s sickness was not only a frequent but also regular occurence. As far as you remembered, he seemed to be getting sick every once a month.
A deep frown appeared on your face and you turned around in your seat to look at Remus who was taking notes on Professor Flitwick’s words. His face was pale again with dark bags circling his eyes. A strange cut peaked out from under his shirt collor.
As if he had felt your intent gaze, Remus suddenly lifted his head. For one moment, is amber eyes burned into yours, then his intense expression turned into one of guilt and he quickly looked back down at his notes.
That day you merely picked at your food, your thoughts far away. Your friend watched in concern as you ripped a breadroll into tiny little pieces without eating any of it, staring absent-mindedly onto the wooden table.
“(Y/N), are you alright?”
Startled, you looked up, halting in your motion. “Yeah, I uh...” You hesitated, looking at the breah crumbs in your hand. “Actually, I still got something to do, uh...” Pushing your plate away, you stood up from the dining table, your friend watching you in confusion. “I’ll catch you up later,” you promised and left the Great Hall before your friend had even opened their mouth to protest.
The library was dead quiet as every student was at dinner which was very much to your liking. That way you could follow your suspicions without having to worry about anybody asking unwanted questions.
Pensively, you let your fingers brush over the back of the old books until you finally pulled one out, feeling the weight of it in your hands. You viewed the cover thoughtfully for a moment before you tucked it under your arm and continued to collect more books.
Half an hour later, you carried a great stash of books out of the library, carefully transporting them the long way to your common room as they didn’t all fit into your bag.
“What the hell is that?” your friend asked incredulously as you entered your dorm room and let the books fall onto your bed where they scattered all over your blanket.
“Books,” you answered.
Your friend raised their eyebrows. „Really,“ they said blankly. „Good thing you explained that, I had no idea.“ You threw them an half-annoyed, half-amused glance as they strolled over to your bedside and viewed the book titles.
“Magical Diseases and Epidemics,” they read aloud, “Dragon Pox or Measles? An Encyclopedia on Magical Maladies.” They raised their head to look at you, their eyebrows raised so high they almost disappeared in their hairline. “Are you sick?”
“No,” you said, shaking your head, and started stacking the books on the nightstand, pushing your friend aside as you did. “It’s ... a new hobby.”
“A hobby?”
“Yes. That’s what you call an enjoyable freetime activity.”
“I didn’t know purulent dragon pox were an enjoyable free time activity.”
You threw her an annoyed glance as you put another book on the growing stack. “It’s an interesting topic as I have realised.”
“And you had to skip dinner to get those books?”
“Yes,” you said, avoiding your friend’s eyes.
You knew they didn’t believe a single thing you said but thankfully, they didn’t further inquire. Instead, they rolled their eyes and let themselves fall onto their own bed. “I always knew you were weird,” they said. “Just make sure you don’t actually get sick. I don’t fancy getting dragon pox.”
“No one is going to get dragon pox,” you replied, but a small smile was tugging at your lips. The two of you walked down to your common room to do your homework which, although you had quite some trouble concentrating on, you hurried to finish, so you could get back to your books.
Remus Lupin had a problem and you were determined to find out what it was.
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uselesssomebody · 3 years
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𝕚𝕔𝕖-𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕙𝕦𝕖 (drabble) - bucky barnes x reader
complete masterlist | mcu masterlist | bucky barnes masterlist
“𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤
𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕚'𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗” - tobacco sunburst | the neighbourhood
words || 𝟟𝟘𝟘
summary || in which the reader appreciates bucky's eyes and his smile
a/n || this man has the prettiest eyes ever istg ➵ originally called ‘tobacco sunburst’
warnings || fluff
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he smiled at something steve said, the creases around his lips becoming prominent as his teeth flashed. as much as i enjoyed his smile - it wasn’t the center of my attention today.
my ears were picking up a couple words coming out of wanda’s lips - something about vision and cooking. as much as i loved her stories where she taught him how to cook, i was too mesmerized to pay attention today.
his eyes flicked between steve and a mug of coffee on the counter. the color of them - the ice-blue hue was definitely piercing, but i had never found it intimidating. not when his kind smile almost always accompanied them.
running a couple fingers through his hair, he turned slightly, laughing at something that was said. his eyes screwed shut and, as he opened them, they met mine. caught, i smiled shyly, looking down at the floor as inconspicuously as possible. when i found the courage to look back, a knowing smile had replaced the kind one, his mouth slightly parted as he poked at the inside of his cheek with his tongue.
wanda, finally noticing that i wasn’t listening to her (likely due to my sudden reaction) followed my gaze. i finally turned to look at her when she gasped, a smile similarly growing on her face. she gestured to the door to leave the common area, and i slowly got up - not particularly excited for her interrogation.
her impatience gets the better of her, and she corners me in the hallway right outside.
“barnes? james? bucky?” she looks at me, her eyes a little wild and a larger grin on her face.
“we get it - he’s got a couple names.” i mutter sarcastically, internally laughing at her comment.
“is there something…” her voice trails as she points to me, and then the door, and then back to me. i scoff - but it comes out more as a gasp.
“no! god, no. he’s just-” i pause, trying to choose my words carefully, “easy on the eyes…” my voice goes quiet.
“so, it’s not serious?”
“seriou- god, wan-da,” i stretched out her name, enunciating both syllables, “i don’t know? i don’t really know the guy so-” my muttering is cut off by the door to the common room opening.
bucky walks out, looking in the direction away from us, before turning to look at us. he falters for a moment - probably confused as to why the both of were retreated in the corner of the hallway like a couple of teenagers. his smile returns, and he starts walking over.
“hey-” he greets the both of us, before turning to me. his eyes met mine. still not intimidating, but maybe a bit overwhelming, “y/n, i needed to talk to you for a moment. do you mind?” i nod hesitantly, letting wanda slip away back into the common room. i knew she was probably still listening, though, probably perched as close to the door as possible with her ear pressed against it.
“so, what’s up?” my voice shakes, betraying how nervous i am.
“um - just that steve was telling me about this place that opened downtown. they’re pretty good according to him.” he pauses for a second, “i guess i was wondering if you’d want to go down there with me at some point.” my eyes fluttered, confused as to what he was saying.
“are you asking-”
“-you out? yeah, i am.” i look up at him again, his boldness making me smile.
“well then, sure. uh - just let me know when, yeah?” his eyes glance at my lips, taking in the smile on my face, before nodding.
“‘course i will.” he smiles once again before walking in the direction of his room. i walk back to the common room and, sure enough, wanda was scrambling away - pretending to be reading a book. of course, even with it being upside down in her hands, her disheveled clothes and hair kind of gave her away. she gave me a knowing look, grinning over the top of her book. i walked over, grabbing it from her hand, and flipping it the right way up for her.
“nice try - and you’re welcome.”
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babemendesbarnes · 3 years
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A two way deal | one shot
Paring: Bucky x DemonFem!Reader
Word count: 3.3k
Summary: Bucky is tired. He hasn’t gotten a single good night of sleep in decades, and he’s done with the nightmares. Hearing about a certain woman who makes deals that could get him what he needed sounds like a miracle. Only when Bucky does find her, it’s no miracle, and she’s no saint.
Warnings: 18+ only, SMUT, talk of religious subjects (devil, hell...)
A/N: This is inspired by the character Maze in the show Lucifer, I absolutely love her arc. This is initially a one shot, but I liked it so much I might write another part. Also my first smut. Tell me what you think!
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The club lights flashed red and you downed your vodka shot, body getting warmer by the second. Excitement ran through your veins as the familiar feeling clouded your thoughts.
Something was different though.
Everything was so much stronger this time. The feeling so powerful you were forced to close your eyes, the fake human color being replaced by their true shade of black. 
You could feel his memories, almost taste how they haunted him.
The second he sat on the table across from you, everything slowed down. The music beat got sexier, tempting, as the air got thicker. His piercing blue eyes examined you from head to toe, searching for threats in your tight leather pants and black corset. 
You could see the disappointment in the brunette woman sitting with her legs on top of yours as she realized you would be busy. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, you whispered that you would find her later, gently patting her legs for her to leave.
Bucky didn’t stop staring at you for even a second.
"Didn’t take you for a club kind of man, Mr. Barnes."
If the super-soldier was surprised you knew who he was, he didn’t show it, his eyes still fixed on yours as you took him in.
He wasn’t dressed properly for the club, his dark jeans, black shirt, and leather jacket standing out from all the expensive suits you saw all night. And yet, the man looked better than anything you had ever laid your eyes on. 
The contrast of his apparent demeanor to the things you saw in his head was admirable. The former Soldat knew how to show just what he wanted to, his face not giving in the demons dancing on his mind.
His hands tucked in his pockets, you ponder if he’s still afraid of his own body.
Wakanda might have given him a new vibranium arm, yet you wonder if he still sees blood whenever he looks at it. 
"I heard you make deals."
Bucky seemed reluctant to speak at first, although his voice was still steady.
He didn’t want to be here, but to be honest, none of your clients ever did, so you were pretty used to this. The only reason they come to you is that they’re always just way too desperate, just like he is.
"You heard right, Mr. Barnes." you crossed your legs slowly as you called for the waiter to bring you a martini. "And a whiskey for the gentleman, please."
"I’m not drinking." you waved the waiter off, ignoring completely what Bucky had just said.
Surprising you was difficult. You’ve lived long enough to see just about everything, and well, you were created in the pits of hell, so there were not that many things that could amaze you. And yet, there was so much about the man in front of you that just picked your curiosity.
The brave Sergeant Bucky Barnes, the only Howling Commando that gave his life for his country. The infamous Winter Soldier, tortured and manipulated, stripped of his humanity. And now? A fucked up super-soldier with no family, no friends, and a man out of his time.
That’s something not even a demon sees every day.
The drinks were set on the table and you pushed his whiskey to him, watching him through your lashes, a smile planted on your lips as he took a big gulp. The tip of your red bottoms slightly brushing against his leg.
"Tell me, Mr. Barnes, " your body fell slightly forward, your tongue wetted your red-painted lips as his gaze followed every move. "what is it that you desire?" 
Bucky felt lightheaded.
The sound of your voice dripped with something he couldn’t recognize, and yet, so desperately craved. He suddenly couldn’t form words.
"I need..." Bucky felt nervous, "I can’t..." his mind going against his commands and his eyes focused on the contour of your lips, how soft your skin would be upon his touch. So lost in thought he forgot he should probably finish his sentence. 
You saw right through him though.
"You want them gone. Don’t you?" the world seemed to fade around your form. Your head tilted to the side as you so sweetly said the exact words he needed to hear. "You want the demons to go away."
Bucky never thought he could feel this again, to feel... understanding. And it only took a demon to do so. 
Rounding the big red seat and dragging your body closer to Bucky, your lips brushed against his ear. 
"You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?" His body stiffening as your nails traced his flesh arm. 
"I have." his words were a little bit harsher this time. Your eyes locked and your hand touched his chest, the sound of his heart beating faster, almost as loud as the music.
"Let me take care of you, James." your voice just above a whisper, his fate settled as he silently consented.
You got up and signaled for him to follow. 
Bucky didn’t have to be told twice, his body aching to be close to yours again.
This was not something he should feel. The priest of the small Brooklyn church he went to every Sunday morning used to lecture about how the Devil and his demons could lurk you in, bringing you to their sins just to drag you to hell. 
But it was Bucky who came looking for the wicked, all you did was welcome his desires with open arms.
You two walked into an elevator, and you instantly felt his stare on you.
The last bit of sanity in the 106 years old man screamed at him, begging him to run. Demons were not givers, whatever they gave, came with a cost, and for someone like him, owning a favor was not a possible option.
"What’s the price?" His hands began to sweat, your answer being able to end the last ounce of hope Bucky had.
The metal doors reopened, revealing a breathtaking penthouse. "Don’t worry about it, I have no interest on bring the Soldat back, Mr. Barnes."
That was all it took for him to finally exhale the breath he didn't even notice he was holding. 
Maybe stricking a deal with a demon could end well. Okay, probably not, but still. How the fuck did he even end up here anyway? 
Well, too late to back out now.
Bucky looked around, the Los Angeles skyline visible through the giant glass walls, a bar filled with alcohol he had never even seen before, and a large grey couch next to a bookcase filled with books from probably before he was even born.
You grabbed two glasses and poured a black licor on them. Opening a glass door, Bucky followed you as your arms leaned against the balcony’s railing, giving him his drink as you watched the city.
"What is this?" he reflected your stance. The usually loud noises of the big city down below now quiet, you're breathing the only sound he could hear.
"Something special." His suspicious gaze made you laugh, the sound alone being able to wash Bucky’s distress away. "Don't worry, tastes like wine."
You two stayed like that for a couple of minutes, the soft Autumn breeze hitting your hair, the soft strands dancing in the air, hitting Bucky’s face a couple of times. 
"Can I look?" your voice broke over the silence and Bucky didn’t need to ask what you were talking about. 
"Haven’t you already?" you chuckled and a smirk played on your lips. "A little bit. Just the things I already knew. But for this... I have to see everything."
You knew what Hydra had done to the man. Although, by the few things you noticed about Bucky, you were pretty sure the torture inflicted upon him was not the biggest issue here.
"I would say going inside my mind is like walking through hell, but I’m guessing that’s not a problem for you."
Leading him to sit on the couch, Bucky noticed how you seemed to avoid answering the comment. 
Everything about you confused Bucky so much, and every damn word you said just filled him with more questions.
"Sit." 
You sat next to him, the tips of your fingers slowly touching the side of his head. If he noticed you wondered around his mind earlier without touching him, he didn’t complain about you doing it differently this time.
Bucky’s heart skipped a beat as images started to flood his head.
Both your chest’s rising and falling fast, his anxiety at watching his memories traveling to you.
A small Brooklyn apartment. George, Winifred, Rebecca. Dark alleys. Steve. World War II. 107th. Europe. Hydra. Captain America. Howling Commandos. Fall. Hydra. Pain. Erase. Cryo. Isaiah. President. Cryo. Stark. Gun. Cryo. Erase. Red Room. Blood. Cryo. Fury. Bucky?. Steve?. Erase. Lake. Steve. Zemo. King. Winter Soldier. Siberia. Stark. Sam. Wakanda. White Wolf. Thanos. Shield. Walker. Karli. Sam. Captain America.
Bucky’s hands are shaking against the couch. 
As you open your eyes, you see his tear-stained cheeks, and only when his long fingers gently wipe your face, you realize yours were too.
It never felt this personal, to look into someone’s head. You just took what you needed and that was it. Not this time thought. An urge to give the man any possible comfort made you get up in a rush and almost fly to get a refill.
Bucky starts to calm down and when his eyes follow you, he finally sees a black shining piano in the corner of the room that weirdly seemed to call out to him.
"You play?" your voice took him out of his thoughts. He left the couch and took a few steps towards you, who was now leaning on the instrument.
"My ma taught me before the war." you smiled softly and told him to go ahead. "Oh, no. I probably don’t even know how to anymore." he all of a sudden felt shy under your gaze.
You walked slowly to him, taking his vibranium hand in such a natural way, Bucky wondered how you had never done that before. 
Taking him to the piano, you both sat down, sharing the small seat.
"This is not something you forget," leading his hand to the keyboard, you placed your fingers on top of his, pushing the keys down, and shortly, a soft jazz melody echoed in the room as your skilled hands moved in sync. "there are some things no one can take from you, James, not even time."
As both your hands kept making music, your eyes locked and Bucky forgot all about the definitions he heard all his life about the divine and the profane. 
Your smile felt like heaven, only your lips were sin.
His hand moved to the back of your neck, his eyes asking for permission you happily granted, your lips meeting as you pulled him to you.
The kiss was eager, your lips moving fast as you didn’t waste a second to open your mouth and welcome Bucky’s tongue. 
You climbed his lap, your hands running through his short locks as he kissed along your neck.
Lust almost felt like a drug. You were sure you were addicted. 
Between gasps and shivers, you fell to your knees and heard him take a shaky breath. Placing your hands on his face, you pulled Bucky down to look you in the eyes.
"When was the last time someone made you feel good, James?" Bucky gasped as your delicate fingers slowly undid his belt, your voice sweet like honey. "Answer me, baby."
"I... I can’t even remember it." 
You chuckled lightly, pushing his jeans down, your nails trailing along his strong thighs, wet kisses following the path of the fading red lines. "Let me make you feel good, James."
Your light touches and lust dripping voice made Bucky feel like he could come undone by this alone, his hands holding tightly onto the piano bench.
Your tongue traced the trimmed hairs on his abdomen, your own personal path to paradise, disappearing into his black boxers.  You pulled at his shirt, ripping and throwing it somewhere in the room.
"What do you want, James? Tell me." you pulled his boxers down, Bucky quietly moaned as his cock sprung free.
Your mouth salivated at the sight of Bucky’s hard cock, his impressive length making your walls clench around nothing, panties ruined at the thought of him inside you.
"Your mouth. Please, Y/N, I need your mouth." The desperation in James's voice only made you want to pleasure him even more, eager to hear his sweet sounds.
Your hands pumped him before your tongue traced the vein running along the side of his cock. You licked him top to bottom a few times, his pleas finally attended as you swirled your tongue over his tip, relaxing your jaw and taking him in your mouth. Each time going further down his length, you hollowed your cheeks, a raspy moan he let out going straight to your core.
"Fuck, doll." Bucky wrapped his hands on your hair, pushing you further down his dick, saliva dripping down his balls. "You look so fucking good with your mouth wrapped around my cock."
His sudden vocality only spurred you, moaning when his tip reached the back of your throat.
"That’s it doll. Come on, take everything." 
Bucky’s head fell back as you choked on him, his grip moving your head to take him faster, a familiar feeling of pleasure he missed so much clouding all his senses.
"Shit... I’m not gonna last long, doll." you took your lips off of him just for a second. 
With puffy, red, and wet lips, you glanced at him with lazy eyes, the sight alone bringing him closer to falling apart. "Come for me, Bucky."
Your lips wrapped around his dick again, and with two more hard thrusts, Bucky came with a groan. You swallowed every drop he gave you.
"Holy fuck." he swore as his breathing calmed down and you gave him a mischievous smile.
"Not exactly holy, Sargeant." you both chuckled and it didn’t go unnoticed by you the twist on his face at the use of his old title.
Bucky kicked off his jeans and picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your back hit a wall as he kissed your neck, biting and sucking on the soft skin. 
You moaned when he found a sensitive spot between your neck and collarbone, his mouth leaving red marks behind. You jumped out of his embrace and led him to your bed, throwing him into the mattress.
His stare never left your body. At every piece of clothing you removed, the blue in his eyes seemed to disappear even more, his pupils so blown out it reminded you of your own.
"You have been bad, Sargeant." 
You crawled into the bed, taking your time on getting on top of him. The feeling of your hot, wet core against his skin made Bucky’s cock impossibly harder. Your hand pulled at his hair, forcing him to look at you, a raspy moan escaping Bucky’s lips. "You like being bad, James?"
"No." his answer made you chuckle.
"No?" your lips kissed his jawline, licking every piece of skin you found, your teeth biting his earlobe. "But look at you, Sargeant, falling apart on my hands."
Your hands rested against his chest as you bent forward, guiding his cock into your core.
"Fuck." you both moaned as his tip slowly entered you.
Bucky’s hands had a tight bruising hold on your hips, he slowly helped you sink down his length.  You didn’t wait before moving your hips back and forth, loving the pain of being stretched out by him.
"Shit, you feel so good around me, doll."
Bucky pulled you to him, his mouth catching one of your breasts, biting and kissing your nipple, his hand caressing the other as you bounced on his cock.
You tugged harder on his brown locks as he started to thrust up, fucking you harder. You nearly screamed his name when he found that special place inside you, hitting it with every thrust of his hips. 
"You’re so fucking tight." Bucky let out a groan as your pussy squeezed the shit out of him.
Everything was way too much. You felt dizzy as you met his hard, frenetic thrusts. His cold vibranium fingers found your clit, drawing fast circles, bringing you even closer to the edge. 
"Bucky! Fuck, I’m gonna..."
You pushed his body down, your hands grabbing his throat and giving it just a little bit of pressure, his eyes rolling back, and his deep moans getting louder.
Your veins turned to fire, your whole body shaking as you felt the waves of euphoria taking over. You threw your head back, tears falling as the strong orgasm hit you, your eyes turning into their natural black as you stared at the ceiling.
"Come here, doll." he tried pulling you to him, but you just pushed him further down. 
Bucky pushed himself up, pulling you by your neck, his hands forcing you to look at him. Your breath hitched as his hands held your cheeks with a tenderness you had never known, his lips meeting yours in a soft, gentle kiss. Your mind was spinning at the sudden change.
Your breath caught in your throat as Bucky´s beautiful blue eyes stared at your empty ones like they held the keys to Eden. 
"You’re not scared of me?" the confused, bitter tone on your voice made Bucky’s heart break in two, cause he recognized that. He heard it in his own voice every damn day. 
"Are you, of me?" a tear fell down your cheek, his thump gently brushing it away. You knew every part of him, so the quiet 'no' you whispered made Bucky’s smile grow. "There you go, sweetheart."
For some reason, after that, everything seemed to change. Bucky turned you both around, your back hitting the mattress as he slowly pulled out, just to fill you up completely again.
His thrusts became harder and faster as he chased his own orgasm, driving you into your second one, but somehow, it felt more caring, personal.
Your nails scratched his back, leaving red angry lines behind, a reminder you would leave on him of this night. 
Your legs hugged Bucky’s form, urging him to hit deeper inside of you, if that was even possible. His vibranium digits finding your clit again.
"One more, doll." his hands brushed the hairs out of your face, his eyes filled with unfamiliar adoration. "Come for me." 
He kissed you gently as you felt his dick ripping you apart, ruining you just the way you liked.
You came again, milking his cock and triggering his own orgasm. 
"Fuck, Y/N!" Bucky came hard, chanting your name as his cum shot deep inside you.
After you both felt like you could breathe again, Bucky slowly slipped out and fell next to you on the bed.
His eyes had already started to close, his chest falling and rising evenly as he searched for your body, pulling you close to him.
You both fell asleep and for the first time in decades, Bucky’s demons didn’t haunt him in his dreams.
The sun was rising and you had been awake for a long time, your mind racing as the events of just a few hours ago played in your head.
Demons weren’t born. They were forged in hell. 
You were made with one purpose only, to serve Lucifer and torture the souls that lost themselves into perdition. The lack of your own soul was never a problem as you spent your days in the pits of hell. But now? Joining Lucifer on Earth showed you just how much you couldn’t have.
Bucky reminded you of what you couldn’t have.
As the man woke up, he felt an unusual sense of cold enveloping him, and that’s when he noticed your body was no longer pressed against his.
Opening his eyes, he noticed a small note resting on top of the pillow you had laid in, all night long, as he held you in his arms.
I’m not one to break a deal, your nightmares were gone for this night just like they always will be from now on. 
Don’t worry about your part of the deal, you’ve paid me already.
And before you get any ideas, I’m not a name on your make amends list, you can’t help me, Mr. Barnes. Do not come looking for me again.
Sweet dreams, James.
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