#sebastian stan fairytale au

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Cinderella AU

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x f!Reader

Summary: The classic Cinderella AU. It's heavily inspired by the Disney live-action remake, but with a few tweaks here and there.

Word Count: 8k, oops..?

Warnings: None, except for extra cute Prince Sebastian.

A/N: It’s my first time writing for Seb at this length & I'm kind of proud of how it turned out. Oh, and I gave Sebastian the nickname 'Bash'. Hope you love it as much as I do!<3

Once upon a time, or however the story begins, there lived a girl named Y/N. She was the most beautiful thing in her parents’ eyes and held the kindest heart. They lived happily in a secluded small mansion. They weren’t the richest per se, but they could keep up with the house and even had a few workers in the kitchen and garden. 

As time went by, the girl discovered a passion for music and playing the piano. Her sweet melodies often graced the halls of the house, and whenever she wasn’t behind the piano, she had her face buried deep in a journal, writing down every last thought that had occurred to her that day.

Alas, the time that had passed had also come bearing sombre news. The little girl’s mother had fallen ill with a disease so rare, there was nothing left to do but wait. Those three months spent waiting were the hardest for the girl, as she was always staying beside her mother’s bed, reading to her, brushing her hair, and playing lovely tunes on the piano to soothe her mother’s mind. 

It wasn’t until one night, that the clock in the writing room, which her mother so deeply loved, stopped working and the house suddenly grew more quiet.

Years passed, and Y/N grew even more beautiful. She was always happy and kind, helping out everyone around the house and being there for her father. Y/N’s father was a merchant, so it was not uncommon that he had many trips abroad and many foreign friends. He had a certain way with him, his friends even called him a man of many words. He always found a way to insert an inspirational quote into whatever conversation was going on. His personal favourite, however, was a quote about courage. 

Courage starts with showing up and letting ourselves be seen.

“Darling, would you accompany me to the garden?” Her father asked her. Of course, she followed him with a smile on her face. He began to tell her of a widowed woman, with two daughters just a few years older than Y/N. He explained that he’d known the woman's late husband, having met him many times on his travels. 

“They need a place to stay and they need a sense of security,” he began shyly, before continuing. “I think I can offer them that, I think we can offer them that.”

Y/N smiled as she took her father's hands in hers. “Father, if it’s something that would make you happy, it would make me even happier.” He smiled at her and pulled her into a hug.

Madam Deveraux was a widowed noblewoman with two daughters, Arabella and Isadora. The Madam herself was mostly reserved and you could never tell what she was thinking just by looking at her. Her gaze always remained strong, even when the death of her dear husband crushed her spirit. As months passed after the tragic death, the demeanour of Madam Deveraux changed. Once just a composed and modest lady, was now hardened at heart, with only one true goal. To see her two daughters succeed and be wed off to rich husbands, no matter the cost.

Arabella, the eldest daughter was certainly pretty on the eyes, however, she had a mouth to her that diminished her beauty to a certain degree. Never afraid to speak her mind and even once in a while throw in a more vulgar term here or there. She was fascinated with all kinds of different adult romance books - that’s where she probably learned those indecent phrases. She also loved to draw, but truth be told, she wasn’t really any good at it.

Isadora, like her sister, was also beautiful in her own way. She certainly wasn’t as crude as her sister, but still had a peculiar sense of self. Her ego was probably the biggest between the three of them. Every reflective surface she saw made her gaze at herself longingly, always fixing her hair or makeup. Always whispering sweet affirmations to herself. She knew she was the prettiest person, whenever she walked into a crowded room. Even if the snobby personality sometimes made her mother’s eyes roll.

After a few weeks, it was time again for Y/N’s father to take his leave. Y/N felt crushed, and a sense of dread filled her heart, making her father promise that he’d return.

Unfortunately, on his travels back from overseas, Y/N’s father fell ill and was never able to return to her. It saddened her deeply, but due to her chores, given to her by her step-mother, she didn’t have time to dwell on her grief. 

Months passed, with her chores growing bigger and bigger. She had given up her bedroom because Arabella and Isadora were too cramped up in their own smaller one. Unfortunately for Y/N, instead of getting the smaller room for herself, she had to stay in a storage room right next to the kitchen. It wasn’t the most tedious place to be, for someone somewhere must’ve had to have even worse living conditions. That thought kept her appreciating her commodities and trying to tidy up the tiny storage room as best as she could.

“Y/N, could you be a dear and help your sisters with their dresses?” Madam Deveraux’s cold voice could be heard from upstairs, as Y/N was just finishing up setting the table in the kitchen. Sighing, but still with a smile on her face, the girl walked upstairs to assist her step-sisters. Arabella was tugging Isadora’s corset, to make it more tight, as Isadora was standing near the mirror letting out gasps of air. 

“A little bit of help, please?” Isadora asked in her saccharine voice, looking at Y/N through her mirror. Y/N nodded and took over from Arabella, pulling and pulling until the corset was perfectly on Isadora’s body. 

“Hmm, I look good, don’t you think so?” Isadora spun around, now in her huge pink sparkling dress, which did not do her beauty any justice. Y/N, however, was not one to judge. She just smiled lightly and nodded. 

“Pfft, as if you had any sense of style,” Isadora went to grab her rings, before putting them on her dainty fingers. Her brown hair was curled in an updo and she had put on a plethora of perfume, that was way too sweet, but ironically, fit her perfectly.

“Hah, you’re right sissy, this wench does not know anything about fashion. I mean look at how she’s dressed right now.” Arabella looked at Y/N from head to toe, her face grimacing. Y/N lowered her head to look at her grey dress. Yes, it wasn’t as fancy as the gowns on her step-sisters, but it had belonged to her mother. The grey dress made her feel some kind of sanity, running around doing chores for the Deverauxs’. Picking invisible lint from the pocket of her skirt, the step-sisters just laughed at how humiliated Y/N looked.

“Yes, you do look absolutely atrocious as of late,” Isadora smirked as Arabella grinned, taking joy in embarrassing Y/N. “You’re just plain ugly,” the eldest sister managed to get out before laughing.

“Here, take this, go buy yourself something prettier,” Isadora scoffed as she handed Y/N three silver pieces. You could not get anything fairly pretty with that kind of sum. Y/N had given up on pretty dresses a while ago, being content with the ones her mother had left her. She shook her head at the silver coins, not accepting the pity donation. 

“Fine have it your way, I was just trying to be nice,” Isadora threw the silver pieces on the floor as Arabella snorted in an unladylike manner. “Now leave, as I remember correctly Mama wanted you to go down to the forest to pick up some flowers for the gathering tonight.”

Y/N nodded to the girls, before hastily leaving the room, blinking back tears. She had grown accustomed to their derogatory comments, but that didn’t mean a part of her always ached at their remarks. Never had she been anything, but good and friendly towards the girls and their mother. She shook her head, as if to shake it clear from the depressing thoughts and picked up a dark-brown wooden basket from the kitchen table.

The walk from the house to the forest was always Y/N’s favourite. As soon as the house with the hectic people inside of it disappeared from her field of view, a certain kind of calmness filled Y/N. It was as if she could finally breathe without restrictions. Even the world around her seemed a little bit more saturated. Birds were flying around, singing their beautiful songs; it was spring after all. Y/N started to hum a melody she used to love to play the most on her piano.

Y/N twirled around and smiled, suddenly feeling joyous and elated. She closed her eyes, still twirling, liking the feel of the afternoon sun on her face. A total bliss. Suddenly, when taking her last twirl, she felt her foot get stuck on a tree root and braced herself for a fall.

However, the fall did not come. 

Instead, strong hands had grasped her waist, holding her a few centimetres off the ground. Y/N finally opened her eyes, the sun making her squint a little before finally her vision was back in focus. She was looking into blue eyes. Into the most gorgeous blue eyes she’d ever seen. Serene, deep blue eyes, that she could get lost in. That she did get lost in.

“Miss, are you alright?” Y/N blinked, before realising the man was still holding her. She stumbled to get out of his grasp, before wiping her dress from invisible dirt. Her cheeks flushed pink, suddenly feeling embarrassed. 

“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you..?” Y/N said, waiting for the person’s name to finish her sentence. To thank him personally. She now had time to look at the man that had so gracefully caught her. He had brown medium-length hair, which seemed abnormally soft and Y/N wished she could tread her fingers through it. The man smiled, no grinned rather, and Y/N was taken aback by how handsome this stranger looked.

“You really don’t know who I am?” The man chuckled and Y/N shook her head quizzically. Was she supposed to know him? She browsed through her brain, wondering who this man could be; maybe she’d met him before. But no, she’d remember him. She could never forget those eyes.

Y/N saw a peculiar look in his gaze before his grin grew even bigger and he introduced himself. “My name’s Bash,” he said, and Y/N furrowed her brows, but smiling nonetheless. 

“That’s a peculiar name,” she spoke, before realising her comment was nowhere near acceptable nor did it come off as friendly. The man, Bash, as she’d learned, let out a genuine laugh at the comment. Y/N felt embarrassed and was about to apologise before he stopped her.

“I like your candour,” he smirked. “It’s actually a nickname. A name that my father calls me whenever I haven’t done anything to upset him.” Y/N smiled, no longer feeling embarrassed, but just a little bit of something else. A strange warm feeling was creeping up in her chest. 

“Well, thank you, Bash, for catching me. And I’m sorry you even had to, I’m not normally so clumsy.”

“It’s no problem, besides, what even is a beautiful girl like you doing out in these woods anyway?” Bash asked, not being able to take his eyes off Y/N. He’d never seen a girl so beautiful before. And ‘beautiful’ was not even enough to describe her. 

“Oh, I’m just on my way to get flowers for a party later on. Which does remind me, that I should be on my way,” Y/N looked down at her basket, which she hadn’t fortunately dropped, when she had stumbled. Realisation hit her then, that he’d called her beautiful, but she couldn’t believe it. Perhaps she’d heard wrong?

“Do you work nearby?” Bash asked, his eyes still admiring her own. He did not want to leave her this soon after just meeting. But her duty called and truth be told, so did his. He wasn’t even supposed to be out here. He was out riding with his horse when suddenly he heard the most beautiful voice humming somewhere nearby. Having left his horse a few metres behind, was when he finally saw her. She was twirling and twirling and completely not noticing the tree root that was about to make her fall on the next twirl. Thankfully, he was fast and had caught her on time. 

“Yes, I do. Are you from around here as well?” Y/N asked politely. Knowing that she should be going now, but his eyes were just too mesmerising, to not look away from, that she stayed grounded.

“I actually work at the castle,” he said, his eyes turning pink as if he was embarrassed about the notion. Y/N smiled at that. “Must be nice,” she thought out loud, as Bash just shook his head at her comment.

“Depending on the day, it can be a little bit too much sometimes.” Y/N nodded at that, trying to understand what it must be like working amidst hundreds of people. Working for royalty.

“Well, it’s like my father always taught me,” she began as she gave him the sweetest smile. “Courage starts with showing up and letting ourselves be seen.” Bash raised his eyebrow at that. “And do you feel like that?” 

“Huh?”

“Do you feel seen?” He inquired, and Y/N shrugged. The question was raw - she hadn’t expected that. Did she feel seen? No, not as of late. But she couldn’t tell him that, now could she? She noticed the sun had turned just a tiny bit more golden and felt fear rush through her. She was supposed to be making supper for the Deverauxs and their guests.

“Look, it’s been wonderful having this chat with you, but I really must take my leave,” she nodded to him, taking her basket and turning around, completely forgetting about the flowers. 

Bash felt a tinge of sadness in him, before nodding and giving her a final smile. “Well, it was wonderful making your acquaintance. I hope to see you again someday.” Y/N turned around at his voice. She nodded, grinning at him.

“So do I.”

“Soon,” Bash said and saw Y/N blush, before finally taking her leave. 

She found some wild poppies just behind the house and hoped they’d do. Fortunately, Madam Deveraux only gave her a quizzical look, before dismissing her. She took a breath, thanking the gods that her step-mother did not freak out over the flower arrangement. All evening as she was making supper for everyone, her thoughts went back to the kind stranger she’d met. 

Bash.

Y/N was browsing through the city fair, currently looking at new books she wished she could buy when suddenly a horn was heard above in the upper city. She glanced up from the booth towards the sound, seeing everyone gathering around.

“Hear ye, hear ye,” a man in a formal outfit began. Behind him stood many other men, dressed the same.

These were men from the castle, she concluded. Her thoughts went to Bash for a second, before focusing back on the man giving out the information.

“As requested by His Royal Highness, Prince Sebastian, there is to be a ball, for two weeks hence, in honour of him choosing a bride. As per his wishes, the ball is open to everyone in the country.”

Squeals and cheers were coming from every corner of the city at the news. Y/N suddenly felt very happy. Maybe this was her chance to see Bash again in the castle, after all, he did say he worked there.

Having made her way back home, she rushed to Madam Deveraux, who was sitting in the living room with Arabella and Isadora. The latter was playing the piano. Correction, trying to play, for Y/N, did not know it was possible to make that kind of noise on the delicate instrument.

“What has gotten you in a rush? Your dress is all dirty again,” Arabella scrunched her face, clearly disgusted by Y/N’s clothing once again.

“I was just in the city when they announced there is to be a ball in two weeks as the Prince is to finally choose a bride. It’s open to everyone.” She smiled as she saw Madam Deveraux jump up from the couch, her daughters following her. Suddenly they screamed and the two girls jumped around.

“I’m going to be the new princess,” Isadora squealed before Arabella nudged her on the shoulder.

“No, I am!” Arabella insisted before Madam Deveraux made them quiet down.

“Y/N, you have to go into town and get three beautiful dresses,” Madam Deveraux smiled at her, a new prosperous future in mind for her daughters. She knew they had to look their best to catch the eye of the Prince.

“Yes, yes I will. Thank you for letting me come with you.” Y/N said as she was about to leave back to the city, her mind joyous and excited. Madam Deveraux had finally accepted her as part of the family and she got to go to the ball as well.

“Come with us?” Madam Deveraux scoffed and raised her eyebrow. “Why in the seven hells do you think you’re coming with us?”

Y/N started to say something before she was rudely cut off.

“Nuh, uh-uh.” Madam Deveraux pointed her finger at Y/N. “You do not belong at events like these. You will not go, I forbid you.” 

Y/N felt tears in her eyes, not understanding why she was being so mean to her. 

“Oh, Mama, look. You’ve made the duckling cry.” Arabella snickered and Isadora laughed.

“But why? All I’ve ever done is be nice to you. I do all these chores, you ask of me, and more.” Y/N started shaking but was reluctant to let out real tears. They cannot see me cry, she thought to herself.

“Have you ever considered that you’re maybe just not enough? Not enough pretty, not enough smart,” Madam Deveraux took steps toward Y/N, placing a finger under her jaw, pulling Y/N to look at her. “You’re no one.” Madam Deveraux turned away, before muttering instructions that Y/N was to buy dresses for the three of them the following day.

TWO WEEKS LATER

After helping the Deveraux sisters into their beautiful ball gowns and doing their hair, Y/N watched them leave in a big beige carriage. Letting her shoulders shrug, she finally let out the tears she’d been holding in. Y/N had hoped to visit the ball as well, hoping to see the blue-eyed man who had taken over her thoughts.

Y/N heard footsteps behind her and her name being called, before turning around and seeing Anastasia, an older lady that she’d known all of her life. Anastasia was a neighbour, a lovely woman, who always took care of Y/N whenever it was needed. Anastasia did not like the way Madam Deveraux had started treating Y/N after her father died and even offered to let Y/N move in with her. However, Y/N always passed the opportunity down, saying that she made a promise to her mother and father to look after the house.

“My dear,” Anastasia came closer, taking Y/N’s hand and seeing the tear trails on her face. “Why are you not at the ball? Everyone’s invited.” 

Y/N shook her head, before explaining that Madam Deveraux had forbidden her to attend the event. Anastasia pursed her lips, before muttering, more to herself than to Y/N.

“This will not do,” then louder, “this will not do at all.” She grabbed Y/N’s arm and started pulling her towards her house which was just a few minutes further away. “You will go to the ball, end of story.”

“But how? I have no horse to take me, let alone a carriage. Nor do I have a dress that is suitable for this kind of event.” Y/N saw Anastasia grin, before ushering her faster towards her house.

“Have courage, dear one. I will make sure you get everything.”

And just as Anastasia said, Y/N had it all. Anastasia was a well-endowed lady, who did not have the joy of getting to raise a daughter of her own. No, she was instead blessed with three sons. So it was mere luck, and perhaps a little bit of something else, that Anastasia had a beautiful periwinkle blue dress in her closet waiting to be worn. It fit Y/N perfectly as if it was made only for her to wear.

Anastasia did Y/N’s hair next, whilst explaining that she’d already talked with her personal chauffeur, who was to take Y/N to the ball. 

“I cannot begin to thank you enough, Lady Anastasia,” Y/N had tears in her eyes, although this time they were there for another reason. Gratitude.

“Oh, stop it, dear. I’ve told you a thousand times to not call me that, it makes me feel old,” she grimaced, before helping Y/N into the carriage. As Y/N took a step, Anastasia saw her shoes, which looked worn out and definitely didn't go along with the dress. She muttered something under her breath, before looking at Y/N again.

“There’s something in a box inside the carriage. Make use of them. And make sure to dance.” Y/N furrowed her brows, trying to understand, before she took her seat and felt the carriage take off slowly. “But wait, what about Madam Deveraux and the step-sisters? Won’t they recognize me?” Y/N asked worriedly, looking back at the kind woman.

“Oh, don’t worry about something so trivial, my dear, it’s already been taken care of,” Anastasia winked, before remembering, “and before I forget, try to return at midnight. I cannot explain why, but it’s imperative that you do so. You have to be back when the clock strikes twelve.” With a smile, Anastasia stayed behind, waving at Y/N. 

Y/N was a bit confused, even more so when she opened the box that was on the seat in front of her. Beautiful shoes, made out of iridescent glass, were inside the box. She gasped when she took one in her hand, not even feeling the weight of it, expecting it to be heavier. She slipped off her slippers, before trying on the glass shoes. 

They fit perfectly. As if these shoes, just like the dress, were made just for her. Maybe Anastasia was a witch? No, that sounds too evil. Maybe she was her Fairy Godmother. Y/N chuckled at the silly idea of magic but still felt curious about the predicament she was in.

Y/N didn’t have enough time to dwell on the whereabouts of her dress and shoes before she saw the castle in front of her. Only a few minutes separated her from the majestic building.

“Courage starts with showing up and letting ourselves be seen,” she whispered to herself, looking longingly at the castle ahead.

The castle itself was beautiful. Y/N had never seen a building so marvellous in her life. Taking slow steps through the garden in front of the castle, she was in awe. Twirling around and trying to take it all in. The castle inside was just about the same. Mesmerising to the point of Y/N being left speechless. She imagined what it’d be like to live here. So in contrast to her current living conditions.

Before she knew it, she was standing behind a huge door, with two guards standing on each side of it. This must be the ballroom, she figured. She gave a nod and a curtsy to the guards before they nodded in return and opened the doors.

She heard the buzz of the voices first, before walking towards the balcony that was connected to the ground floor of the ballroom. About a hundred and fifty other people were mingling downstairs, not counting the guards and other workers. 

She began to make her descent down the marvellous staircase, walking slowly, as if not to ruin the dress and not to stumble on her feet. She felt anxious, before reminding herself of her father's wise words again.

It was then that Bash saw her, from across the room. He’d been waiting for her for hours now. Hoping that she’d grace the castle with her beauty. And what a beauty she was, indeed. He was left bewildered when he saw her. She looked otherworldly.

She looked ethereal.

As if they were magnets, he felt an invisible string pull him towards her. He apologised to the princess currently in front of him and nodded to his father, before taking his leave and stepping onto the dance floor. 

Y/N had just reached the last step when she noticed the crowd parting and giving her way. At the end of the tunnel of people, she saw him.

It was him, it was truly him.

Bash.

And oh, the way he looked at Y/N. As if she’d hung the stars in the sky. 

He grinned when he was finally near enough to notice the sparkling eyeshadow on her eyelids and the pink tone of her lips. 

“Wow, just wow,” Bash let out, scratching the back of his head. A habit of his, whenever he was nervous. “I’m speechless, really.” Bash said, before taking Y/N’s hand and placing a delicate kiss on her knuckles. 

“You look breathtaking,” he said, looking up. Y/N blushed heavily, still not having noticed the ballroom growing quiet. All she saw was him. He was wearing a dark blue suit, with small gold intricate details, that made him look regal. It was then, Y/N realised, he was probably not just a mere worker in a castle.

“Would you allow me this dance?” He said as he stood up straight again. Y/N nodded, not trusting her words at the moment. He took her hand gently on his, placing his other on her waist. The pull between them only grew, the magnetic feel forcing them to be as close as possible.

And then they danced. He was a wonderful leader, and fortunately for Y/N, she was not so bad herself on a dancefloor, having taken dance lessons in her youth. The pair only had eyes for each other, completely ignoring the looks they were getting all over the ballroom. Some were jealous, some were elated, and some were more than angry with the outcome happening right now.

Y/N grinned as Bash twirled her not once, but twice, and then made her fall into his arms. The song ended and they were both out of breath. Y/N felt Bash put a strand of hair behind her ear, looking longingly into her eyes. He leaned in, before closing his eyes and stopping himself.

“Come with me, I want to show you something,” Y/N nodded as he led her away from the dancefloor to the confines of a secluded room filled with high bookshelves. There were rows and rows of books. Y/N twirled around, taking it all in. She’d never seen bookshelves this high before.

They were in a library. 

Sebastian noticed how Y/N smiled in awe as she took it all in. He just had a feeling she would like it.

“You didn’t tell me you were a prince, Prince Sebastian,” Y/N said when she turned around from admiring the thousands of books gracing the shelves. Bash chuckled.

“I told you I worked at the castle. Which is true,” Y/N narrowed her eyes before smiling. 

“I just didn’t specify,” Bash said, a finality in his tone. Y/N then saw him truly as he was, as a future king. 

A kind future king, she acknowledged. 

“True,” she took another longing look at the bookshelves before something else caught her eye on the other side of the room.

There was a black grand piano, waiting to be played. Almost calling her name as she took steps towards it. Bash saw what her eyes had fixed on, a grin growing on his face.

“Do you play?” He asked as Y/N let her fingers slide tenderly across the black-and-white keys. 

“I used to,” Y/N said honestly, still gazing longingly at the beautiful instrument in front of her. “I haven’t in a while, not since my father passed.” Bash looked at her sorrowfully, before whispering his condolences.

Sebastian took a seat in front of the piano, patting the place next to him. Y/N blushed before she obliged. 

She watched Sebastian place his hands on the piano, pressing a few keys, which made the sweetest tune. She closed her eyes and hummed to herself when she heard him continue. Suddenly the sound stopped and she opened her eyes to come face to face with Bash.

“Your turn,” he whispered, his face was so close to hers, that she could feel his breath on her face. She blushed but shook her head.

“I shouldn’t.”

“You should.”

“I shouldn’t.”

“You should.”

“I shouldn’t, really.”

“You should, really.”

“I will.” She said finally, seeing Sebastian grin before she placed her trembling hands on the keys.

She took a breath before letting her hands take over, the notes she played were familiar to her, never forgotten. Even if she hadn’t played them in so long. She let herself be carried by the tune, until at some point, there was a dialogue.

Sebastian had accompanied her on the piano, he was playing on his side, giving supporting yet beautiful notes to the ones she played. Y/N was enthralled and totally mesmerised by the music. 

So was he. Before today, Sebastian was sure Y/N could not surprise him anymore. She was already perfect enough. But here she was, letting out a precious and delicate part of herself that not many could see. She trusted him. And he appreciated it more than Y/N could ever imagine.

Later on in their life, Bash would tell Y/N that this was the moment he fell in love with her.

As with all good things in life, the song came to an end, and Y/N removed her hands from the keyboard to her lap. Fidgeting with her fingers, as if suddenly ashamed of letting someone see her so bare.

Sebastian placed two fingers underneath her jaw, making Y/N look at him. Her eyes were so vulnerable, that he wanted to fix everything in her life. Not knowing anything about her, but vowing to himself that he’d do anything and everything in his power to make sure she was happy at all times.

Their faces were close again, just one small nudge, and he could feel her lips on his. Y/N saw as Bash’s gaze moved from her eyes to her lips, hers following the action. They were so–so close. Sebastian nudged Y/N’s nose with his own as if asking for permission. Y/N closed her eyes and grinned, him doing the same, and just as their lips were about to meet, Y/N heard the clock strike. 

Her eyes flew wide open and she pulled away. Looking at the clock behind them, she realised she was running out of time.

“I’m so sorry, but I have to go,” Y/N said apologetically, coming to stand. Bash followed immediately, wanting to grasp her arm, but not wanting to overstep.

“You’ve been absolutely wonderful and I’ve had the time of my life, truly.” She started walking away, fast. Sebastian was bewildered, not understanding what went wrong.

“Why are you in a hurry?” He asked, giving her a smile to try to ease the sudden tension in the room.

“It’s hard to explain, I don’t even understand it myself. But I made a promise,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him. Bash was trailing behind her; they still weren’t out of the confines of the library. “I don’t break my promises.”

“Then promise me, we will meet again,” Sebastian told her, as he saw her quicken the pace. She was at the door now. The door that connected to the ballroom. The door that would bring them back to reality. She gave him one last look over her shoulder, grinning at him the way she’d never before when she finally whispered so only he could hear.

“Goodbye, Prince Sebastian.”

She took off and Sebastian followed. He felt his pulse quicken in his chest, for he had been so close to telling her that he’d chosen her as his bride. 

And she’d used his full name. Not the nickname he’d given her.

Bash felt dread creep up on him. This wasn’t supposed to end like this.

And that’s when he realised he didn’t know her name. All this time together, and he had forgotten to ask the simplest of questions. 

She had passed the ballroom now and Sebastian tried his hardest to catch up. With his luck, though, what with being the prince and all, he wasn’t so quick. Girls touched him and pulled him into them, everyone trying to score a chance at a dance with the Prince Sebastian. 

Sebastian muttered countless apologies, before finally getting free of the wandering hands and quickening his pace towards her.

Y/N tried to run as fast as she could. Suddenly she stumbled and one of her glass shoes had fallen off. She looked behind herself and saw Bash following her, even if he was a bit farther behind. She did not have time to go back for the shoe, trying to get the other one off her foot, while still running.

She finally made her way to her carriage, letting it drive away. In her last glance towards the castle, she saw Bash picking up her glass shoe, holding it to his chest, and looking longingly towards the carriage. She blinked and felt moisture on her cheeks. She was devastated by leaving him, but he was a prince. He was the Prince Sebastian and she was just a commoner. A maid, if she could be called even that as of late. However, the feeling was bittersweet, as she’d have memories of this night to remind herself for the years to come.

The way his hands had felt, the way he had looked at her, the way his breath had made goosebumps on her skin when his nose brushed against hers.

The carriage dropped her off at her house, and she hastily made her way into her small room. As she changed into her other dress, the grey one that was her mother's, she noticed that her periwinkle dress was gone. She had just hung it up in her closet, but it was nowhere. She looked again and again, pulling out every other dress in her closet, but nothing.

It was as if it was never even there.

All that remained, which reminded her of the evening spent with the Prince, were her memories and the small glass shoe on the ground in her closet. Reminders, that she hadn’t imagined her time in the castle and that it had been real.

It was quiet until she heard voices coming from the hallway. Annoyed voices.

“I cannot believe, we didn’t get to dance with the Prince,” Isadora said grumpily, sitting down at the dining room table with a disappointed look. “All because of that stupid girl in that pretty dress.”

“At least I touched him,” Arabella closed her eyes, trying to remember the feel of his shoulder beneath her fingers. “He was so firm,” Arabella continued to daydream and took a seat next to her sister. Madam Deveraux was the last to arrive in the room, taking note of Y/N and how bubbly she suddenly looked.

She had a certain spring in her step, when she finally brought the food on the table, for them to eat. Madam Deveraux raised her eyebrow, eyeing Y/N thoroughly, but not saying a word. She thought Y/N would be more devastated at not having had the opportunity to attend the ball.

Something was going on. And she did not like it one bit.

Y/N spent the rest of her evening writing everything down in her diary. She wrote of every minute spent in the castle and her time with the Prince. Mostly, she wrote of the Prince.

It was a month after the ball when Y/N went to her room to check her closet. She had a peculiar feeling in her chest as if something were amiss. Her diary had been exactly where she’d left it, but to her surprise the glass shoe was missing. Y/N looked around her closet, but it was nowhere in sight.

“Are you looking for this?” She heard the cold voice of Madam Deveraux from the doorstep, before looking at her quizzically. “It’s a wonderful little thing, isn’t it.” Madam Deveraux said, looking at the shoe in her hand and then at Y/N. “Do you even know that there’s a countrywide search for whoever wore these shoes to the ball?”

Y/N was surprised, for she did not know the Prince was looking for her. Mostly because she hadn’t even been out of the house these previous weeks. Madam Deveraux had been giving her more chores than she could manage and now she figured out why.

“I won’t even begin to ask where you acquired such a thing, for I simply do not care.” Madam Deveraux hit the glass shoe on the wall next to her, making Y/N gasp and let out a weak ‘no’.

Madam Deveraux smirked, taking pleasure in Y/N’s sorrowful state. “It’s only a matter of time before they knock on our door. And you will not be a part of this household when they ask. It’s only me, Arabella and Isadora.” She grinned darkly, looking at Y/N sitting on the floor, tears in her eyes. 

“Do you understand? Do you now, finally, understand that sometimes a person of your stature is just not enough?” Y/N whimpered as Madam Deveraux closed the door of her room, locking it behind her.

Y/N looked around herself, she had approximately enough food in her room to last her a few days, but she had finally accepted her fate. She would never see Bash again.

It was the afternoon of the next day when Madam Deveraux heard knocking on her door. She placed on her most pleasant smile and opened the door wide, to be met with the new King’s chancellor. 

“Hello, we are here on behalf of His Majesty the King, to try to find his beloved. Are there any ladies in your household, to whom this shoe might belong?” The man in a dark blue suit asked, showing Madam Deveraux the glass shoe she was all familiar with.

Madam Deveraux was thrilled. She had ordered her daughters to lotion their feet daily and to try to squish them into smaller shoes, for she had to be sure that one of them would find their place near the King. 

Arabella was first, as was expected of the eldest daughter. She let out a bunch of profanities while trying on the shoe, pushing and pulling the glass to try to fit into it. “One more time,” she said, her face completely red from the puffing and huffing.

“Oh, give up already,” Isaroda said, whilst nudging her sister, making her fall and catching the shoe in her hand.

As expected, it didn’t fit her either.

Madam Deveraux was absolutely annoyed with her daughters, completely disappointed in their incompetence.

“I am sorry for wasting your time, Madam Deveraux,” the chancellor said, as he was stepping out of the house. Just as he was about to get back on his horse, there was humming to be heard.

The loveliest voice was humming a tune somewhere in the house. Madam Deveraux’s eyes shot up, trying to close the door behind her.

The chancellor raised an eyebrow. “Is there someone else in the house with you?” 

Madam Deveraux smiled smugly, however slightly shaken with the idea of the kingsmen hearing Y/N’s humming. She shook her head.

“No, there is no one, but me and my two daughters.”

“You’re lying,” said a strong voice, as a man jumped off his horse. He removed his hood, and everyone gasped.

It was Prince Sebastian. No, he was King Sebastian now. His father had fallen ill and given Sebastian the throne early.

Madam Deveraux was flabbergasted and immediately curtsied. “M-my prin-King, My King, I had no idea, you’d be here.” 

Sebastian took a few steps forward, still hearing the tune of Y/N’s humming. He knew it was her. It was the same song they’d played on the piano together. 

Sebastian looked at his chancellor, nodding towards the house. “Want to check it out, or should I?”

His chancellor, his best friend, smirked when he saw the glint in Sebastian’s eye. “Go ahead, Your Majesty.” Sebastian grinned before fastening his pace and entering the house. He followed the humming to the small door near the kitchen.

Sebastian saw that the door was locked, so with one, really-really strong pull he tore the lock off the door and exhaled before opening the door.

Y/N had no idea what was going on. She had been trying to calm herself ever since Madam Deveraux had locked her in this room. So when she heard noises coming behind the door, she had expected the worst. 

What she didn’t expect, however, were the kind eyes of Bash.

Sebastian faltered, his steps coming to a stop. There she stood. His beloved. His Queen. He furrowed his brows as he took in her commodities. The way she was dressed. The way her eyes were red-rimmed - an indication that she had been crying. 

She had been locked up.

Everything suddenly made sense to him and he wasted no time in hurrying towards Y/N and pulling her to him. Hugging her so close to him, finally, finally, feeling her in his arms.

“Bash,” She let out weakly and Sebastian just shushed her, placing his head on hers. “It’s okay, you’re safe now.”

Y/N tried to push herself away from him, afraid to get even more hurt. She had felt enough disappointment and grief in her life to experience it again. And grief she would feel if she lost Bash too. So it was easier to push him away before her feelings got too strong. Although, deep down, she knew there was already no turning back. She had fallen for him. Deeply.

But Sebastian wouldn’t budge, he was only grinning more widely when he realised that Y/N, the one he was looking for, was safely in his arms.

“Do you know that I have a countrywide search put out for you?” He asked casually, not even minding that she was trying to break free of his hold. Letting his fingers run through her hair, silently comforting her.

“Bash, have you even realised who I am?” Y/N looked at him through tear-filled eyes. “I'm a nobody. A maid at best. I have no prospects, no dowry. I am not someone you want next to you to rule a kingdom.”

Sebastian laughed at that, pulling the smaller one closer to his chest, letting his head fall on her own again. “That’s where you’re wrong, darling,” He inhaled her scent before placing a kiss on her head.

“You’re strong, you’re honest. Your heart is made of gold. You’re the only person I want to share the throne with.”

She finally looked up into his eyes, to see the most sincere gaze ever directed towards her.

“Well, aren’t you supposed to give me a shoe to try on then? Or have I heard wrong?” She finally retaliated and he chuckled at that.

“Fair enough,” he said before slowly kneeling in front of Y/N.

She looked at him, Prince Sebastian, no, King Sebastian now, on one knee, holding up a glass shoe.

Her glass shoe.

“May I?” Bash cheekily said, before Y/N blushed, and pulled up her skirt just a bit to give Sebastian her leg.

Bash placed her foot in the shoe, and as a surprise to neither of them, it fit her perfectly. His eyes found hers instantly, a strong, confident look in his gaze.

“Can I now, finally, know your name?”

She laughed at that, a tear escaping her eye as she finally began to realise that her old life was coming to an end.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” she said as Sebastian’s eyes glossed over as well.

“Y/N,” Bash tried the name out on his tongue, and he liked how it sounded. He closed his eyes and shook his head, before looking at Y/N again with a new determination in his face.

“Y/N, would you please do me the honour of marrying me and making me the happiest man to ever walk this Earth? I promise to give everything in me to make you happy. To keep you safe. Please, just please, end my misery and come back to the castle with me. As my equal. As my Queen.”

Y/N fell on her knees in front of Bash, her tears falling on her cheeks, although she did not care for them at that moment. All she saw was Sebastian’s face near her as she started to nod and laugh.

“Yes?” Bash looked at Y/N with a hopeful gaze, placing his hands on either side of her face, and pulling her towards him.

Y/N closed her eyes, feeling Bash’s forehead on her own.

“Yes.” 

Time stopped then.

Sebastian pulled Y/N closer to himself and finally connected their lips. Magical was not even the word to begin to describe how it felt like. They were made for each other, of that, were they both certain. Y/N had never experienced anything like this before. His lips were so smooth and soft on her own that she let out a whimper. Bash smiled at that and Y/N followed. 

They both pulled away, grinning at each other.

“I love you,” Bash said, caressing Y/N’s face with his right hand.

“I love you,” Y/N said before Bash connected their lips again.

It was no surprise that the wedding of Y/N and Sebastian happened only a week after their first kiss. Y/N had moved into the castle immediately after Sebastian had caught her locked up in the storage room. Madam Deveraux was put to trial, for treating Y/N the way she had. Arabella and Isadora, although crude in their temper, were pardoned, but made to leave the country, effective immediately. 

As for Y/N and Sebastian?

Well, their story is just at the beginning, filled with sweet kisses and even sweeter memories.

“Do you have any idea how happy you’ve made me?” Bash asked as he held Y/N, his wife now, close to himself.

“Hmm, I can begin to imagine it’s something close to the way I feel,” Y/N chuckled and Sebastian laughed, finally taking a look at her.

Ethereal, he thought. She stood in front of him in their shared bedroom, still in her white gorgeous wedding gown.

Sebastian just shook his head, still in disbelief that his happily ever after was in his arms at last. He pulled Y/N closer and placed his lips on hers. The one of many kisses shared that night.

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[jobean12-blog]

The Shadow of Love

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Fairytale/Vampire AU, soft!dark)

Word Count: 6,017

Summary: James has spent many of his long years in despair...until he finds you. 

Author’s Note: This is for @boxofbonesfic “Once Upon a Time” celebration and 10K milestone! Congratulations lovely and thank you for hosting! 💕This is also for Lilo and Aqua’s “Myths and Legends” writing challenge @sparkledfirecracker @tumblin-theworldaway thank you both for hosting!💕 The fairytale that inspired this is Beauty and the Beast. I also have references to the book Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. I used a lot of Vampire myth and legend, including some form of magic-charming- to keep the reader under control. James and his companions are definitely from a different era of time than the reader and they come off kind of fancy for that reason. 

Warnings: mentions of b-loo-d, mind c-ontrol and magic charming, k-id-napping, built up tension, moments of f-ea-r, s-ucking b-loo-d, b-iting, but there is some softness laced in between all of it (18+ONLY)-if I miss any please let me know :)

The banner above is mine. It’s terrible because I’m terrible at banners. The edit on the left was made by my dear friend Nix, which is the opposite of terrible, it’s amazing 💕This photo below is all Seb, I take no credit for his gorgeousness. 

The last rays of a dying sun filter through the ornate stained-glass windows of the estate and cast shimmers of fading color upon the dusty stone floor. The only other light is from a pair of blue eyes, so startling, they rival the beauty of the ancient artwork adorning the walls.

“You are sulking again,” a voice calls from the back of the room.

It receives no answer and there is no sound of footsteps as the other approaches, materializing next to the set of blue eyes.

“Are you going to spend all of eternity in this constant state of shadow?” the new voice asks.

James turns to his companion, the years of their friendship spread out over centuries, and asks, “isn’t that the very nature of our existence?”

Steven only stares ahead in answer before placing a placating hand on James’ shoulder. “You have the power to take what you want. You must make a choice. Stop lingering in this…purgatory.”

James only nods before his legs begin to vaporize and tendrils of dark mist crawl up his long body. His eyes are the last thing Steven sees, the blue piercing the black cloud before James is gone.

Steven drops his head then turns on his heel, walking briskly from the large room.

The bar is busier than usual tonight, full of tourists regaling in their visit and drunk locals cheering them on. You run from table to table, dodging sloshing pints and groping hands. When you finally find yourself back behind the bar you let out a long exhale and lean on the counter, smiling when your friend the bartender dashes past you for more glasses.

“Really hopping tonight,” Matt yells with a smile.

You laugh with an exaggerated wipe of your brow then grab your glass of cool water for a nice long drink. You take no notice of the pair of stunning blue eyes that follow your every move, their owner cloaked in shadow and hidden from the sight of most.

In the next hours that pass many of the patrons become too drunk to carry on a conversation and the travelers move on, so the bar is now quiet and you have time for your favorite activity. You reach under the bar top and retrieve your book, a smile gracing your features as you sit and open to your bookmark.

“Reading again?” Matt asks as he grabs himself a drink of water.

“Always,” you answer without looking up.

He’s silent for several moments until he leans down to whisper along your ear, “that man over there…he hasn’t taken his eyes off you all night. Do you know him?”

You keep your head down as if you are still reading but slowly lift your eyes and search the room. At first you see nothing and your brow furrows in confusion.

“Matt, I don’t see…” you start to whisper, stopping short when your breath catches in your throat at the sight of the man he speaks of.

It’s as if the world around you fades away and you’re consumed by the presence of this stranger. Your breathing slows and at first all you can hear is the rush of blood in your ears, until his voices penetrates the veil, smooth like silk even as you stare at lips unmoving. It frightens you but you can’t seem to break away and it feels as though you’re being pulled toward him by an invisible string.

“Hey!” you suddenly hear your body shaking under the force of Matt’s hands.

You gasp loudly and grab hold of Matt’s arm, turning to him with wide and panicked eyes.

“You ok?” Matt asks, much more softly now, his features etched with concern.

“I…,” you start and swing your head back in the direction of the stranger but he seems to have disappeared into thin air. “I think so.”

Matt follows your line of sight and whispers, his shock evident, “he’s gone.”

You swallow hard and cling to Matt with trembling hands. “I swear it was like I was under a spell,” you say quietly.

“It looked like you were in a trance,” Matt explains before handing you more water.

“Have you seen him before?” Matt asks.

You don’t answer right away, a chill running down your spine as your mind races.

“I don’t know…it all felt eerily familiar but I never even got a look at him.”

“Did you frighten her again?” Steven grins when James pushes through the large double doors of the estate with a loud bang.

James shoots him a cold glare and Steven’s grin fades.

“She is always with that young man…Matt” James states, his distaste obvious in the way he says the name. “Who is he? Why does she stay with him?”

Steven waits before answering, clearly formulating a careful response.

“I have seen him,” Steven answers. “You have mentioned they work together…perhaps they are just friends.”

“She isn’t in love with him,” James states after a prolonged silence. “But he is in love with her.”

Steven takes a step toward James, resting both of his hands on James’ broad shoulders.

“Do not make any thoughtless actions James,” Steven warns. “You don’t want to lose her before you even have her.”

“You think she would be upset if I…disposed of him?”

James’ question makes Steven raise his brows with a wry smile.

“Fine…I won’t kill him,” James sighs. “But I will not allow him to stand in the way of what’s mine.”

The next few nights of work are uneventful and slow and by the time the weekend rolls around you’ve almost finished your book.

You feel his presence before you see him, a warm rush of awareness overwhelming your senses. You lift your gaze from the page and meet his incredible blue eyes. He’s handsome in a way that’s arresting and your heart starts to beat faster.

“Hello doll,” the man greets.

You stare at him, your mouth curving into a cautious smile.

He smiles back, his plush red lips spreading wide over white teeth.

“Have we met before?” you muse as you openly study him.

“I don’t believe so,” he answers. “I would never forget such a beautiful creature.”

Your eyes linger on his handsome features, his eyes standing out above all else, before you lower your lashes at his compliment.

“Can I get you a drink?” you ask, as you close your book and hide it back under the bar.

“Please,” he says. “Red wine.”

You nod and go about pouring him some, setting the glass down carefully and noting how his long and thick fingers curl seductively around the stem.

“What book has you so captivated?” he asks as he swirls the liquid around the glass.  

“Frankenstein,” you answer. “Have you read it?”

“I have.”

You instantly brighten at his answer and hold out your hand to introduce yourself. He takes it, filled with a sudden delirious hope as he dips his head to brush his cool lips across your knuckles.

Goosebumps erupt across your skin at the feel of his lips but thankfully you recover by the time he lifts his eyes back to yours.

“A pleasure doll. I’m James. James Barnes.”

Your eyes widen slightly at the recognition of his name.

“James,” you repeat in a soft murmur and he tenses at how keenly he wants to hear his name on your perfect lips again and again.

“So I do know you…sort of.”

You’d heard stories of the famous family but you always assumed they were nothing more than that…stories.

“You may have heard my name before, yes,” he acknowledges, “but I assure you that whatever you’ve heard isn’t quite the truth.

“Guess I’ll just have to find out for myself,” you reply.

James steels himself, hiding his pleasure at your words with a swift change of topic.

“How do you like the book so far?” he asks.

“I love it! It’s hauntingly beautiful and sad. I’m almost finished.”

With an agreeable nod he launches into a perfectly articulated and clever review of the book, much to your delight and you find yourself completely engrossed with his every word.

“You must come and see my library,” James tells you. “I have an extensive collection.”

You sigh at the thought, resting your elbows on the bar and leaning in close to him.

“I’d love that more than anything. I’ve always dreamed of having my very own library.”

His eyes flash, silver against his pale skin, and he brushes his fingers down your arm.

“You are most welcome any time doll. I think you would find my home has many things you would enjoy.”

Matt loudly calls your name, his tone sharp, and it startles you.

“Need some help down here,” he repeats, eyeing you suspiciously.

You pull yourself away from James, feeling slightly lightheaded but managing a smile.

“I apologize but I need to go help…”

“Of course doll,” James says smoothly, gritting his teeth with anger at the interruption.

“Perhaps I may request your presence at the ball I’m hosting next week. I can show you my library.”

You can’t hide your surprise at his invitation, your eyes filled with nervous anticipation.

“If you’d rather have a more private introduction I will understand,” he quickly adds.

“No, no,” you assure him once you recover. “But a ball…isn’t that old fashioned?”

You make sure to smile after you tell him this.

“Indeed it is!” he agrees with a smile. “You’ll find I can be very old fashioned…perhaps I should have used the term party.”

“There is much to do!” James bellows as Steven follows behind. “Everything needs to be cleaned and prepared. Nothing can be left undone!”

Steven rushes off to alert the others and begin the preparations while James stalks off to the library to make sure his most befitting gift is in order.

“Why wasn’t I invited?” Matt asks as he follows you around your small bedroom. “You need someone to come with you to keep you safe! We hardly know this guy.”

You turn to him with a smirk.

“Well, anyone who enjoys books as much as I do can’t be all bad!” you exclaim as you look him over. “Now go find something to wear.”

When you arrive at James’ estate you tilt your head back to follow the grand height of the edifice. It looms darkly against the star filled sky, backlit by the shine of the moon.

“Wow, it’s bigger than I imagined,” you whisper to Matt.

“This place is insane! It looks like some creepy house from one of your books,” he jokes.

You elbow him before smoothing your hands down your dress and using the knocker to alert your presence.

The door swiftly opens to reveal a tall blonde with a sweet smile.

“Welcome,” he states, keeping his eyes on you. “James is expecting you.”

He finally moves his eyes to Matt and his lips turn down into a slight frown.

“You’ve brought a guest,” Steven states dryly.

You fidget with your hands and drop your head.

“I didn’t wan to come alone…” you start to say quietly.

“Do not fret darling,” Steven says kindly. “You were simply being smart. Please, come in.”

He reaches for your hand and you take his, stepping inside with Matt right behind you.

As Steven ushers you down the long hallway you take the opportunity to look around, noting the elaborately decorated walls, with bold colors but delicate carvings and when you pass a set of large floor to ceiling windows you notice a splash of vibrant color outside.

“Oh!” you exclaim, stopping to look. “You have a garden?”

Steven steps closer to you, admiring the blooms.

“We do,” he says proudly. “It is James’ second most prized possession…his library being the first.”

A bright smile graces your features at the mention of the library.

“And all these flowers bloom at night?” you ask, your forehead furrowed now in thought. “How strange.”

Steven clears his throat. “Why yes! Excellent observation my sweet. James prefers the beauty and fragrance of things…nocturnal.”

“Now come, we don’t want to be late.”

With that, Steven urges you down the hallway toward large wooden double doors. He pushes them open with ease and sweeps out his arm with a bow.

You give him an elegant nod of your head and enter. The domed ceiling is covered with magnificent frescoes and the candlelit wall sconces cast various hunting battles, landscape scenes, and jousts in an eerie glow.

“Wow,” you whisper, still looking up when you feel that familiar shiver creep down your spine.

That’s when you turn and see him. He approaches slowly, his tall and powerful body moving smoothly across the floor. He’s dressed formally and when he reaches you he bows with a flourish.

You’re momentarily stunned, the opulence of it all something you are not used to.

James holds out an inviting hand just as you hear the first note from an organ hidden above you, the melodic sound reverberating in the open space.

You reach for him, placing your fingers in his palm and smiling softly.

“If I see but one smile on your lips when we meet, occasioned by this or any other exertion of mine, I shall need no other happiness,” he murmurs, quoting a line from Frankenstein.

“Oh that’s one of my favorites from the story!” you gush.

In a whirl you are quickly in his arms, one of his hands holding yours and the other placed at your lower back.

“I’m so delighted you came,” he says tenderly as his eyes wander over your face then sweep down your body. “You are a vision. The stars will be jealous of you tonight.”

If the use of one of your favorite lines didn’t already work his most recent words make you swoon and you clutch his hand more tightly, nibbling your bottom lip.

“James…” you begin but he spins you away before you can say more and when you’re back in his arms his face is only inches from yours and you’re at a loss for any other words.

He keeps you close and you can feel every inch of his hard body pressed to yours.

The sound of voices draws your attention away and you suddenly remember Matt.

“Oh!” you exclaim, “what about Matt?”

James smiles and although the gesture is warm something dark flickers in his eyes.

“Your friend seems to be doing just fine doll,” James tells you as he spins you both around so you can see.

Matt is currently dancing with a beautiful red head, her pale face lit up in a smile as they twirl around the room.

“He certainly looks fine,” you finally say with a giggle.

“I assure you my friends are very engaging. They were overjoyed to know I was having company. Natasha especially. She loves to dance and it’s been quite some time since I’ve entertained.”

“Your home is beautiful,” you say. “Do you live here alone?”

“No. Not alone,” he says. “Steven is my companion…we have been through much together and our friendship runs deep.”

“I met him when we got here and he showed me a glimpse of your impressive garden.”  

James smiles, doing nothing to hide the haughty lift of his chin, and says, “ah yes! You’ve seen my flowers. I do enjoy tending to my nightly blooms.”

“I noticed many of them were open even in the nighttime,” you state pleasantly, not wanting to come off as rude.

“Yes all flowers of the darkness. The moonflowers are my personal favorite.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of those before,” you say.

“Well I’ll be sure to give you the grand tour of the garden after you see the library,” he beams.

As you continue to dance and talk you lose track of time, not even noticing that Matt has long since disappeared and you and James are the only two left in the large room.

“You’re a wonderful dancer James.”

“I’ve had many years of practice,” he explains. “And it helps having such an exquisite partner.”

You glow under his praise and find yourself craving more from him. You press yourself closer and release his hand, languidly sliding it along his shoulder to rest just below the base of his neck.

Joyously he returns your embrace, holding you affectionately as he continues to float you around the room. As the music slows so do his steps and as if sensing the change, you cling to him, your fingers sliding into the hair at the back of his neck.

His passion mixes with the innate thirst he has kept hidden and the scent of your skin, the feel of your body and the taste of you is overwhelming. He yields, and with a groan, dips his head to kiss your throat, his fangs emerging quickly and purposefully.

His kiss is gentle, not that of a predator but of a lover, and you gasp at first but don’t pull away. An ecstasy like you’ve never known takes over and any thought of pain ebbs away with every pulse of your blood.

“James!” comes a commanding voice that goes unheard by you. “Release her!”

You’re suddenly thrust from James’ arms, weak and dizzy. A soothing voice enters your head and your eyelids grow heavy, the room around you slowly fading into blackness.

James paces at the foot of his large bed, the four wooden posts holding up the deep velvet draping’s that partially shield you from his eyes.

“The thirst is commanding,” Steven states placidly. “But you must be more careful!”

James turns to his lifelong friend and stares, his lips parting as his fangs grow and sharpen.

“Yes, it does,” James answers, his voice low and menacing. “I need to feed.”

Steven nods with a quick glance at your prone form on the bed. “She will be safe here and she will sleep through tomorrow’s sun. Come. Let us hunt.”

The two men take long strides toward the door and with one last longing glance behind him, your soft features illuminated by a sliver of the moon’s pale light that escapes through the tapestries, James’ body shifts into the shape of a sleek black wolf and he races away.

At the smell of food you gently shift along the silken sheets, stretching out like a cat before you blink your eyes open. Darkness surrounds you and the smell of something sweet but weathered permeates the scent of the well-cooked meal.

You sit up slowly, clutching the sheets to your chest and noting that you are no longer wearing your dress from last night, only a thin chemise.

Last night?

Your mind begins to race and your voice catches in your throat as your eyes focus on the room.

“Where am I?” you squeak out, plastering yourself to the leather headboard.

“You’re safe doll.”

At the sound of James’ soothing voice you visibly relax. Something about his presence makes you feel calmer. You don’t quite understand it but he puts your mind and body at ease.

“What happened?” you ask. “Where is Matt?”

“You indulged a bit too much after dancing,” he explains as he moves closer, now standing beside the bed. “You were unfit to get home so I let you sleep here. As for Matt, he is safe at home.”

Again, for reasons unknown to you, you trust his word.

“Is this your bed?” you ask as you fingers sweep over the plush fabric.

You look up at him with the unspoken question in your eyes.

“Yes,” he whispers. “But I slept elsewhere. I promise you.”

More tension leaves your shoulders and you look past him to the steaming food on the small table.

“Hungry?” he asks with a mischievous grin.

“Starving!” you exclaim as you start to get up.

When you stand your legs are wobbly and you teeter at the edge of the bed.

James quickly wraps you in his embrace and holds you against his chest.

“Slow,” he instructs. “You have slept long and haven’t eaten. Sit. I will bring it to you.”

He gently sits you back down and goes to get the tray of food, setting it down beside you on the bed. He pulls up a chair and sits beside you, stabbing a piece of the food with the fork and bringing it to your lips.

Your eyes stay locked on his as your mouth opens and you take a bite. The low moan that leaves the back of your throat is unexpected but you are hungrier than you thought and the food is delicious.

His eyes flash and he grips the fork tighter, his already white skin pulled tight against his knuckles.

“Good, isn’t it?” he asks, plucking another bite from the plate.

“Yes,” you whisper, eagerly taking the second piece.

“Eat all you want doll. You’ll need your energy for all I have to show you today.”

He entertains you with stories of how he’s collected his books and how he came to love gardening. You brighten at his words and dutifully eat all the food on the plate.

When you’ve had your fill he stands and begins to collect the tray. You sit back with a contented sigh, fiddling with your necklace. Your fingers graze something on your neck and a rush of emotion floods through you.

“James,” you say, your voice wavering.

He’s instantly at your side, his face etched with worry.

“I…I have…” you stammer, fighting the growing warning in your head.

James delicately rests his palm over your cheek, brushing his thumb across your lips.

“Everything is fine doll. I have everything you need here. Just say the words and it will be yours.”

Your eyes refocus and settle on his as a sense of peacefulness washes over you once again.

“Thank you.”

He smiles, warm and inviting, and your eyes drop to his lips. You’re drawn to him in every way, his charm ever present in the forefront of your mind and you grab his wrist, leaning in closer.

A loud knock on the door startles you from your trance and you pull away, quickly covering yourself with the blanket.

James’ eyes narrow and he let’s out a low rumble.

“Come in,” he says dangerously.

Steven enters and looks between the two of you, his eyes widening slightly at the look on James’ face.

“Sorry to disturb you,” he regrets. “But you are needed.”

He keeps his eyes on James and waits.

“I won’t be long,” James assures you, pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth. “You’ll find everything you need in the chest at the foot of the bed. Feel free to wander the house.”

He stands abruptly and moves toward Steven, brushing past him with the soft closing of the door.

“This better be worth my time,” James seethes.

Once the two men are far enough away from the bedroom Steven grabs James’ arm and swiftly turns him so they are face to face.

“Do you have her under your charm?” Steven asks, his teeth gritted.

James turns away, walking toward the windows to look out over the garden, the bright blooms like stars scattered across the darkness.  

“She will try to run,” he states coldly. “I will not have it.”

“James,” Steven sighs as he comes to stand beside his friend. “You do not give yourself enough credit. How do you know she will not grow to love you?”

James is silent for a long time, his eyes still staring out at the darkness.

When he finally speaks his voice is smaller, carrying none of it’s usual authority and fierceness.

“One could no sooner love a monster.”

“Give her time,” Steven answers quietly.

James makes no further comment and simply asks, “what could be so important that you would pull me from my love?”

“The young man…Matt, came to the estate. He is demanding to know why she is still here in your care and when she is coming home.”

James is quiet for a long time after Steven’s explanation and finally he squares his shoulders and sets his jaw firmly in line.

“Deal with it and make sure I am not disturbed again unless absolutely necessary.”

Before Steven can give any sign of acknowledgement James whisps away into a bat and speeds down the hall toward the library.

You dress in the clothes that he left you, running your fingertips over the soft fabric of the simple dress and loving how it fits you perfectly. The floor beneath your feet is chilly and you silently wish for something warm to cover them. Just as you open the door of the bedroom you notice a pair of slippers resting at the side and you wonder if the house has heard your silent request and answered.

Now warm and comfortable you make your way down the long hallway, passing the room from last night where you danced with James. You continue further down, seeing many smaller adjacent rooms that hold cozy sitting areas and desks.

When you reach the end of the hall, moonlight gathers on the stone floor from one of the large windows, and a large oaken door sits slightly ajar.

You take a deep breath and gently push it open the rest of the way.

A large fire burns comfortably in the hearth, its ruddy glow infusing the room with heat and light. The walls are lined from floor to ceiling with richly carved wooden bookshelves, every available space filled with books.

The scent of well-oiled leather and old parchment invades your senses and you throw your hands up and twirl with barely subdued awe.

“I was hoping I would be back in time to see your reaction,” James purrs from the doorway.

You spin around to find him leaning against the tall wooden doorframe, his perfect lips carved into a soft smile.

“Oh James!” you exclaim. “It’s just….”

You squeal in happiness, running to one of the shelves and plucking a book off, your fingers moving reverently across the worn binding before you carefully open it and lift it to your nose.

Your inhalation is loud and full and when you lift your eyes to James his own are crinkled with joy.

“Is it everything you hoped for?” he inquires as he moves toward you.

“It’s even better,” you whisper, clutching the book to your chest.

When he reaches you he presses his long fingers under your chin, caressing your jaw with his thumb.

“I cannot express the happiness this brings me. You may read anything you like. They are yours.”  

Your mouth falls open at his offer and your eyes widen, brightening with tears.

“But…why? You just met me. Isn’t there someone else…?”

“There is no one else,” he says sharply, not meaning to speak so and he quickly smiles and tucks you under his arm.

“There is no one else who would enjoy them as much as you,” he says, this time his voice soft and pleasant.

“What about you?”

Your question catches him off guard and he studies you silently before gathering you in his arms and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Yes. I will enjoy them too of course.”

He’s reluctant to let you go but he can feel your body brimming with excitement.

“Go, enjoy! I will come find you shortly for dinner.”

He turns to leave but you grab his hand and give it a small tug, smiling under your lashes when he gives you a curious look. You press your palm to one of his cheeks and softly kiss the other, your lips lingering for a moment before you pull away.

“Thank you,” you whisper and with a wide smile you dash off to the shelves.

James wanders back down the hall, his fingers pressed to the same spot your lips had touched and for the first time he weighs the reality of Steven’s words.

Could you really love him? Would you stay because you wanted to?

When Steven comes to collect you for dinner you are curled up in one of the scarlet velvet cushioned chairs, a large book in your lap and a wistful expression on your face.

“My dear,” Steven says softly. “Dinner is ready and you must be hungry.”

You look up with a start but smile when you see him.

“Yes, I am!” you say with a laugh. “What time is it?”

“It is well past dinner time but your schedule is off after your night of partying.”

At that last word Steven gives you a playful grin and you match it but as you stand and go to him it begins to fall.

“I don’t even remember having a drink! All I remember is dancing with James and then I woke up in his bed.”

Your steps slow and you look at Steven, your eyes turning round with fear.

“Don’t worry,” he says carefully, moving forward tentatively to take your hand. “Everything is fine and you are safe.”

His words are like a warm caress and you feel the tension seep from your body.

“What have you been reading?” he asks as he urges you out the door of the library.

With your fearful thoughts a distant memory you divulge Steven in every little detail of the book you’ve read so far…a first edition copy of ‘Wuthering Heights.’

“I still can’t believe I have it in my hands,” you say with amazement as you look down at the book. “Where did he get this?”

“You can ask him yourself,” Steven smiles as he holds the door of the dining room open.

James greets you by taking your free hand and leading you toward the chair next to his, pulling it out so you may sit.

Steven clears his throat to get James’ attention, a silent exchange passing between them. James nods and proceeds to sit.

“So, what do you think so far?” James asks as his eyes drop to the book.

“I love it but how did you get a first edition copy?”

Your excitedness eases some of the worry that Steven’s earlier warning provoked and he relaxes, eagerly listening to your chatter about the book.

“Won’t you have something to eat?” you ask when you scrape your plate clean with your last bite.

James glances down at his still full plate and smiles.

“Well, I was so enraptured with you, I forgot to eat,” he says with a wink. “But come, we will go to the garden before we have some dessert.”

He stands and reaches for your hand, taking it and looping your arm with his. You press into his side and walk with him down the long hallway toward the garden.

The darkness of the night isn’t oppressive, the leaf-filtered moonlight turning the garden into a moving tapestry of shadows and wisps, and all around are the soft sounds of nighttime life.

James breathes in deeply, the subtle scent of your warm blood taking precedent above all the other fragrances from the flowers. A warm breeze travels among the leaves and blooms yet your body trembles.

“Are you cold?” James asks.

“It isn’t cold out but for some reason I feel a chill.”

At your answer he shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. You smile in thanks and pull it closer to your body, discreetly sniffing the collar.

His smell makes you sigh and you snuggle closer to the warm fabric.

“It must be a lot of work to care for all these flowers,” you muse as you meander down the stone pathways.

“It takes nurturing and patience,” he says quietly as his eyes wander across the flowers. “Time is something I have a lot of.”

He steps closer to the moonflower plant and gently picks a blossom, twirling it between his long fingers.

“This, doll, is a moonflower.”

He holds it just under your nose, the soft petals tickling your skin as you inhale.

“It smells almost citrusy,” you remark. “They are beautiful.”

He takes the flower and tucks it under the thin strap of your dress, his fingertips tracing the outline of your collarbone before ghosting along your throat.

“Did you know they are deadly if ingested?”

Your eyebrows raise and you shake your head, leaning into his touch. “The seeds are highly toxic but thankfully once you educate yourself they are both very safe and very easy to cultivate.”

“Do they stay open in the daytime?” you ask, your voice breathless.

“They do not. They are true nighttime blooms. Only in the darkness do they come alive.”

His fingers move higher and curl around the back of your neck. Your scent surrounds him, drowning out all his other sharpened senses.

“James,” your voice trembles.

“Do you want to know another of my favorite quotes from your beloved Frankenstein story?” he whispers, his breath cool against your skin.

His fangs begin to lengthen and hunger tugs at every fiber of his unnatural existence.

“What is it?” you ask, your body now completely pliant against his.

His nose brushes along the length of your neck and he gently nips at your earlobe, pressing his thumb under your chin to tilt your head back and expose more of your throat.

“If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear,” he murmurs, pressing his lips just below your ear.

You tremble but this time it’s not from the cold and when your eyes meet his commanding gaze you smile softly and press closer to him.

“But I am not afraid,” you whisper.

He takes your face in his hands and smooths the pad of his thumb across your lips, his tongue darting out to wet his own, their color red with the anticipation of the taste of you. His fingers slide down and graze your pulse point, the rhythmic throbbing sending a rush of heat through his body.

The clouds move slowly across the sky, exposing the full silver light of the moon and it floods the garden, bathing you both in an ethereal glow.

“I will no longer suffer this eternity alone. You will be mine forever.”

His lips press to yours, nipping and licking your warm flesh before he parts your tongue and swallows your gasps of pleasure. A fire erupts across your skin and your fingernails dig into his back, his jacket falling to the ground in a heap of dark fabric.

As his hands explore your bare skin he can barely contain his awe, the feeling of you is better than anything he could have imagined in his long life.

The flower that is secured in your dress floats to the floor as his fingers slip under the thin straps and slowly push them off your shoulders. His lips never leave yours when his hands travel lower, caressing every inch of you that he can.

“James, please,” you beg, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him.

He pulls away, your lips still chasing his, and looks into your eyes.

Slowly he loosens his hold over you and some of the light returns to your eyes like a spark ignited. You reach for him again; this time of your own accord and he growls in victory.

With languid movements he brings your lips to his once again, softly kissing them before he moves down your neck, lightly scraping your skin with his elongated fangs.

You gasp his name, a whispered plea, and he can no longer deny the thirst that burns inside him like a fever and without warning he embeds his fangs in your soft flesh.

For that one brief moment all desire leaves your body and is replaced with an innate terror at the realization of what’s happening. With a weak push on his chest you try to get away but it’s too late and before the cry of anguish can leave your parted lips you sink into an inky blackness, the feeling of ecstasy creeping over you like a veil, shrouding all else in shadow.

@book-dragon-13 @dreamlessinparis @lookiamtrying @loki-laufeyson-1054 @goldylions @seitmai @randomfandompenguin @hiddles-rose​ @flordeamatista​

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #vampire!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #soft!dark bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #vampire au #bucky barnes au #fairytale au #sebastian stan x reader #mythsandlegendswithliloandaqua #once upon a time challenge

[imyourbratzdoll]

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING

𝐀𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

 ♡ 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 ➳ 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 ❥ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 ❦ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌

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𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦 ♡❥ 

summary - follow these two women as they try and figure out why their bull hybrids won’t mate with the cow hybrids, the two neighbours seem to have the same problem, not knowing they are the ones the bull hybrids have their eyes on - in bimbo and the bull, you will see my reader tending to bull hybrid Ari and in trust the herd, you will see @royalsweetteaa’s reader tending to bull hybrid Ransom Drysdale.

warning - this au will have inter-species relations if you are uncomfortable with that. please do not read.

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𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 ♡➳❥❦

summary - this is a darker twist to the loving fairytales you grew up with, you will read things you never thought you desired. beware— this may ruin your childhood if you wonder further.

warning - this au contains dark content— if you are uncomfortable with that, please do not read.

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 ♡➳❥❦

welcome to mrs clauses talk show! where you can ask her questions, request flashbacks or future memories, and ask for pictures of her life, the elves, her children, santa, etc. she’s been so excited to start her own show, feeling very appreciative of you guys sticking with her and being interested in her life that she wanted to share it with you all!

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤 ♡➳❥❦

summary - join these dreamy men from all over as they take out their frustrations or just come to relax with our girls at our sweet shack.

warning - this au is a glory hole based masterlist, may contain dark content— if you are uncomfortable with that, please do not read.

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𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 ♡➳❥❦

summary - these are my guardians, join them as they find fun ways to destroy mrs claus. there will be special appearances by the elves and even some behind the scenes of the men’s lives.

warning - this au will contain mythical men (larger than reader), tiny elves and most likely dark content— if you are uncomfortable with that, please do not read.

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𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭) ♡➳❥❦

summary - here you will become the princess of mushroom kingdom and find out how obsessed these men truely are.

warning - this au will contain inter-species relations, kidnapping, slut-shaming, age gaps, size difference, cheating, dubcon and may contain dark content— if you are uncomfortable with that, please do not read.

#imyourbratzdollwork #imyourbratzdollmasterlist #chris evans #sebastian stan #scott patterson #andrew lincoln #hugh jackman #jensen ackles #anthony mackie #our little farm #au masterlist #crossover #fandom #multifandom #multiverse #a whores fairytale #the strawberry shack #the mrs claus show #guardians of the moon #peaches world (and the men that just exist in it)

[bbyboybucket]

Beneath The Moon, Upon The Sea

Bucky portrait by @enstatia.

Summary: A pirate and a fairy oddly find themselves sneaking as lovers in the shadows of the night. // Peter Pan AU

A/N: Inspired by the beautiful artwork from @enstatia which you can find here, pls go check out their work, it is stunning (and also it is featured in my mood board) (not sure why it isn’t letting me tag them) Also, this is for @riverevelations writing challenge.

If you’ve ever watched once upon a time, you probably remember tinkerbell being able to shift from fairy to human, and that’s what’s happening here with reader. This whole thing is very basic, cheesy, Disney princess type romance but if you added sex into it. There’s prolly mistakes and/or confusing wording because I gave up on proofreading.

Warnings: 18+, Language, Captain Hook!Bucky, Tinkerbell!reader, Peter Pan!Steve, Steve is kinda an antagonist so that’s a warning in itself, Modernish Fairytale, slight angst if you squint, secret relationship, smut, double orgasm, basically porn with plot but a long build up to get there

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In front of you was your own reflection, staring back as you coated your lips in a heavy gloss that made the glimmer enthrallingly. You were seated at your vanity, humming a song stuck in your head as your perfected your appearance in preparation to see your boyfriend.

It’d been days since you’d saw him last, you wanted to make sure you looked nice for what felt like a special occasion. It truly didn’t matter how you looked, you’d been dating for over year now and the man was already beyond in love with you. Also, now matter how much effort you put into fixing your hair, it’d still get messed up from wind of flying anyways.

You didn’t care though, you were wearing a nice dress which called for hair and make up to match. Brand new, emerald green, and it perfectly complimented your breathtaking figure. This little date was precisely the right time to wear it, especially since it gave easy access to what you were looking forward to.

It would seem that what you were doing was normal. It wouldn’t be such an odd thing for someone to be getting ready for a date, if said date wasn’t past the stroke of midnight. Or if you weren’t sneaking out the window seal and holding a leaf above your body like an umbrella while you flew, to diminish the visibility of the golden light pixie dust gave off.

Your situation was a rather complex one to say the least. The existence of your relationship was secret shared between your two souls only. Along with that secrecy came constant caution and worry, unrelenting difficulty, and a longing for normalcy.

It was a tiring thing, to fly under the radar of all of Neverland in an attempt to avoid gossip and bad reputations. It was tiring to escape the attention of your friend and boss, the person preventing this love from growing. It was utterly exhausting to keep such a large skeleton in your closet.

You became entangled in this mess long ago, yet you didn’t regret anything, not even a bit.

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That first August afternoon, the sun had been blistering hot. However gusting, crisp breezes kept your skin minimally cool. The sky was cloudless, nothing blocked those beams of light from reflecting on any clear surface wether it be the ocean water or your own transparent wings. Saltiness was carried from the sea to air, the scent being prominent far beyond the shores and into the towns.

However the air around you hadn’t been the only thing salty. There’d been a tension, the entirety of the day, between Rogers and almost anyone he came into contact with, besides you. It was rare to see him in a foul mood, even his normally playful shadow seemed bitter. But as his most trusted associate, you’d grown to learn how pissed he could be in the right circumstances.

And by the right circumstances, that meant the right person, and the right person was James Barnes. His rival, who you’d heard numerous stories about. There was a constant feud between the two, Steve had never told you much of what started it but no hatred, no burning anger that matched the pits of hell, came from something as silly as land rights.

From what you’d known, it was all over land and sometimes gold. Two explorers wanting to find the untouched resources of Neverland, for different reasons. Steve was always building, building homes that grew into small towns, half were for selling and renting. The other half were to give to those in need, to provide a roof over their head. He’d always watch over them, provide food and jobs and whatever else was needed. Lost Boys Co. had practically turned into an empire that grew communities all across the island.

As for James, you had no true idea what he did. Steve told you many times he was a thief, one of the worst of the century. He had quite the reputation in Neverland as trouble and to many, fearful. Yet he was also mysterious in a way, nobody besides Steve had ever given you a reason as to why he was so truly bad. You’d known hardly anything of him until that day.

Steve had brought you along with him to James ship for the first time, separated from the main docks and in a secluded area of Neverland you hadn’t been to. A beautiful place, truly, you silently awed over it. The view of the cerulean ocean, complimented by a forest full of greenery. Trees and flora, growing freely and wildly, untouched by other life besides the small animals running around.

As you trailed behind Steve and flew up those steps to the upper deck of the ship, it had been refreshing to take in something that seemed so relaxing. Being able to achieve a clear headspace before diving into the would-be-explosion you were anticipating.

When Steve came to a halt, you shifted to your larger, human form and stood ground to his right. Your eyes had immediately fallen on a hunched-over figure. Broad shoulders with long, dark hair draped over them. You knew immediately it was him. He’d been holding a fish and knife in his hand, buckets surrounding him for gutting. He’d seemed rather focused until Steve had called out for him, “You’ve got some explaining to do, Barnes.”

“Hello to you too, Steve. Always nice when you visit.” James recognized Steve’s voice before laying eyes on him. The man suddenly straightened his posture, revealing how incredibly tall his stature was. He then whipped around, dropping the knife he’d previously been using. He wore a forced smile that seemed less than friendly before his gaze shifted to you.

His expression fell soft immediately, mouth slightly open. Doe eyes were twinkling as they stared at you and then trailed your body before making eye contact again. A pink flushed his cheeks as the corner of his mouth twitched upwards.

You finally had a face to put to name, a pretty one at that with a sharp jawline cloaked by a dark beard. A few beads of sweat glistened on his forehead and down the mountains of muscle that were his arms. Then you saw the hook in place of his hand, silver and shiny, the reflecting off of it. His demeanor had been so soft for someone who’s appearance was rather intimidating.

He snuck a small wave at you and you shot him a smile, almost as if you’d both forgotten about the other man in the room.

“I’m not here to play around, you took my property.” Steve called, bringing both of you back to your senses.

“And?” James huffed blankly, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“We were going to start digging tomorrow!” Steve said through his teeth, stepping closer to the other man who still just looked unamused.

He shrugged. “Well, I started digging today. Sounds like a you problem.”

“That had my name on it, my crew and I marked it.“

“Yeah, putting up a wooden sign definitely declares something as yours.” He scoffed.

“You can’t keep stealing shit from everyone, Barnes, and I want whatever gold you found back.”

“No.”

“The hell do you mean ‘no’? You took what was mine.” Steve’s anger had started to peak and it was obvious by the strained tone of his voice.

James was displaying his differently, a twisted expression with eyefuls of hurt. “Yeah, and how much have you taken from me before?” He spoke, silently yet rage filled nonetheless.

Steve had pursed his lips angrily for a minute, whatever that meant had to struck a nerve in him. “Don’t make do this, Buck.” Your head snapped upwards at him when you noticed the nickname he’d given the pirate. Your curiosity was growing, you knew there was more here than met the eye.

They were now inches apart, almost chest to chest, anger radiating off them. “Ya know, Stevie? Instead of fighting with me why don’t you go back to your precious girl from the mainland? Leave me the hell alone and go back to Peggy.” James spat hatefully.

Steve punched him furiously and rose his fist to do so again before you grabbed his arm and stopped it.

“The fuck is wrong with you, Steve? This isn’t what we came for.” You yelled as you jerked him to look at you. You couldn’t help but intervene before things got out of hand, you were tired of sitting back and watching.

“Something has to be done, Y/N. He can’t keep getting away with this shit.” He said to you and then fixed his gaze spitefully towards the pirate.

“There’s other ways to deal with this okay. Just stop, let me take care of this.” You commanded and then stepped over towards James, unable to control the way attraction flared up in you as you got closer. “How about you and me talk this over and work out some kind of deal?”

The rose color returned to the mans face and it wasn’t from being hit. “Yeah, that sounds great….w-what’s your name?”

“Y/N.” You spoke as you struggled to keep composed and professional in front of Steve.

“Y/N…Y/N, that’s a pretty name.” He grinned boyishly, and it made your heart skip a beat.

“Can you quit flirting with my friend, please? She’s not interested.” Steve grumbled from behind the two of you. You shot him a pained look and mouthed a ‘sorry’.

“Uh, anyways,” He walked over to a table and you followed. James scribbled something down on paper before he handed it to you. “These are times when I’m free to uh, to talk about the deal.” He said awkwardly before clearing his throat.

“I’ll be in touch, thank you.” You replied equally as awkward, exiting with the blonde.

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That note had been for a purpose far different than potential business, as it read, “meet me by the falls tonight, beautiful, I want to meet you the proper way.” He’d known from the second he laid eyes on you that he wanted you, he took the smallest chance he could and hoped it’d work.

It did. You couldn’t help but feel giddy inside about the idea of seeing him, there was something special about this man. You could tell. It felt wrong to do, wrong to go see him, to betray Steve in such a way. But you were just curious, you didn’t plan on anything happening, just a one time introduction wouldn’t hurt.

So you did meet him, at a quarter past midnight. The ivory moonlight shone upon the serene pond and twelve foot fall, giving a glitter-like effect. Accompanying the moon, silver specks sprinkled the navy sky in its entirety. A bed of rocks alongside the water bank, is where he sat, flowers of purple and white took between the stones.

Nature was stunning of course, but you only saw the way he radiated divinity. He looked more beautiful than the waterfall itself, the pale lighting made him glow as if he were a holy being. Funnily, he thought that same beauty of you the second you entered the scene.

“Hi, James”, had been the first words you spoke to him. Confident and flirtatious, as you smirked at the way his face so easily revealed his attraction to you.

“Bucky. Call me Bucky.”

The rest of that night, you’d truly gotten to know each other. A connection sparked while sitting on the bed of stone. You couldn’t help but take a liking to him, suddenly finding his personality more mesmerizing than his looks. Infatuation piled deep inside of you with every moment passed. Eventually, you couldn’t handle the desire for him that had arisen in your chest.

You were about to make a move before Bucky shifted closer to your body. He had gently brushed your hair out of your face with a shaky breath, and soon after, he let his lips faintly land on yours.

That first kiss was tentative yet enchanting. Arousal grew as fire flies twinkled and fluttered around you. The slow motions of his tongue running across your was near heavenly but you needed more. You pulled your self onto his lap and brought more passion into the kiss, touching him all over and letting him touch you in return.

It didn’t take too much time for it to escalate into making love, right there under the star light. It was better than any time you’d ever done it before, it was the most divine thing you’d ever experienced in your life. Every part of that night had become something you never wanted to let go of. It was a taste of heaven neither of you wanted to give up.

When you finished, you rested your forehead against his and mumbled against his lips. “We shouldn’t do this. If we get caught we’re dead. This is a terrible idea.”

He sighed, the warmth of his breath flowed across your skin. “Yeah…you’re right…..wanna do it again?”

“Oh god, yes.”

And so you did, repeatedly. Shortly following a few more dates in the shadows and secret sessions of love making in the magical woods, the original plan of not letting things get too far shattered. The more you were exposed to his kind heart and honey-sweet laugh, the deeper you fell. You got to see him as he was whole, all of his little quirks, his hobbies, what he loved, the harsher parts of his past and sadder parts of his soul. The more you knew about Bucky, the harder it was to stay away.

All caution was thrown out when you unveiled your thoughts one night. Confessing, “I think I’m falling in love with you, Bucky.”

And when he said, “I already love you, darling”, there was no going back.

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He watched from his chair as a little, twinkling, gold light moved quickly towards the boat. He grinned and stood up in anticipation to greet you. You swiftly shifted into your human form, as you landed gently upon the wooden floor boards in front of his tall figure. Your lips curled upwards as he immediately he wrapped his metal hook around the small of your back, and cupped your face in his palm.

“Hello, my love. You look beautiful as ever.” He cooed quietly and you thought your heart was going to stop. All because of the gentleness of his words and touch. Because of those eyes, as blue as the sea he sailed, and how his dark chocolate locks flowed gently against the wind. His white button up was undone and open, leaving his pale, toned chest exposed.

“You’re a real sweet talker, Bucky.” You hummed back and then broke the solid eye contact by shifting your gaze to his lush, pouty lips.

“Just saying what’s true. And you know, you don’t have to change so soon. I like seeing those pretty wings of yours.” He spoke again, reclaiming your attention.

You rolled your eyes playfully and huffed, “Well, I can’t do this at a small size.” You proceeded to grip his chin and tilt it to meet your face. You left a chaste kiss on his mouth, very brief, in an attempt make him yearn for the real thing.

“Touchè.” He humored.

“It’s been a few days, I missed you.” You hummed while you slid your hand down the opening of his shirt and ghosted over his muscular abdomen.

He playfully swatted at your hand. “Stop being so seductive.”

You tried to bite back the shit-eating smirk on your face, but failed. “Don’t know what you mean. I’m just being myself.”

“Mhm.” He rolled his eyes before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and nudging you to start walking to the lower deck with him. “That can wait till later.”

You went inside his room and sat on his bed, watching him pour two glasses of whisky before handing one to you. You both drank and talked for a while, just enjoying each other’s company that’s you’d both missed.

“You think we’re good to go back to seeing each other normally again?” Bucky questioned before letting some of his drink slip down his throat.

“Should be. He’s calmed down now, not so on edge about you. Just a nasty fight the other day, gotta try to prevent those, Buck.” You told him, letting your former, more playful demeanor shift into a serious one.

“I know. I-I don’t like it, it just…it keeps happening.” He whispered and then took another mouthful of whiskey. “D-does he ever say anything about me? In a good way, I mean.”

You frowned at the question. All your former questions about their feuding and been answered when you started dating Bucky. You learned of their history, history as best friends. They’d grown up together and were inseparable for years.

They both hit a rough patch in life and piracy was the only way for either of them to survive, stealing was what had to be done. Apparently the line had started to thin when Bucky got a little more caught up in it than Steve had, The two were always arguing over what thievery was too far, what was morally correct and what wasn’t. Then Bucky got in some nasty business with older pirates, not that he wanted to, but it changed him. It changed how Steve saw him.

The real end came after Steve took a trip to the mainland and brought back her, his current wife, Peggy. The man distanced himself in favor of her more and more each day until Bucky had called him out, a fight that was so intense it caused the accident.

All in all, nowadays they truly weren’t all that different. Bucky was using his resources for the same as Steve, to do good. He just found different ways to give to those in need. The image half of Neverland had of this scary, evil pirate, wasn’t warranted.

“No. I’m sorry.” You finally said, feeling guilty to tell him such, especially after seeing the way he held back a frown. You sighed and started again. “I think he misses you though. I think that’s why he always messes with you. Gets so angry, think he feels guilty.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Talking about Steve gave you a chance to bring up what you really had been hoping to talk about tonight, besides sex. It was now or never. “I wanna tell him.” You mumbled.

“What?”

You spoke up. “I wanna tell Steve. About us. It’s been a while Buck, I think it’s time-“

He shook his head furiously. “No. Y/N, you’ll lose your job.”

“I don’t have to keep working with him, ya know. I could end it…be with you all the time ‘stead of just when nobody’s lookin.” You argued, eyes looking desperate.

“Y/N. If you tell anyone about us, your life is over.” Bucky’s face hardened and his voice got low.

“It won’t be over, I’ll just have a life with you!” You raised your voice at him, getting increasingly upset at his refusal.

“Your reputation will be ruined, you know how much of Neverland doesn’t like me. They all call me Captain Hook and act like I’m a ghost story for godsake, don’t be stupid.”

You sighed, then grabbed his silver hook and planted a kiss on it. “I wish they could see you the way I do.”

“Don’t need to. As long as I’ve got you it’s fine.” He kissed you sweetly, so full of love and it took mere seconds for the two of you to fall into rhythm.

You explored his lips delicately, savoring the feel of him as you always did. The bitter sweet taste of whiskey lingered on his breath, his wet tongue still housed the flavor as it danced with yours.

That original, loving sweetness descended into something hungry, eager and wild. The kiss was fierce, the fire burning between the two of you heated up more as he let his hand sneak up your dress, he found your inner thigh as you landed upon the buttons of his shirt.

You climbed over his thighs with out breaking apart, you pulled off his shirt and then pushed him backwards on to the bed. As he laid, you let your mouth drag down his face, the stubble pricking at your lips as you nipped at his jawline.

Your tongue trailed his neck until you reached his collar bone, sucking at the area briefly.

You glided your hand over his muscular abdomen, letting your finger tips brush back and forth over the hard ridges and valleys, as before you kissed each place your finger had touched. Then finally you traveled south, wriggling your hand beneath his belt to tease him. He grabbed your chin and lifted your face to meet his lips once more.

Bucky went back up under your skirt and pulled down you underwear, as he teasingly dragged his teeth across your lower lip, lightly biting down on it as he began to swirl his finger around your clit. You moaned softly at the new sensation.

“You like that, sweetheart?” Bucky cooed and then gently flipped your bodies over to where he was on top.

His large body was now looming over top of you, his long fingers still circling you clit, making you whine quietly. He paused for a moment to lift you up slightly and help you pull your dress over your head.

He attempted to push you back downwards but you wouldn’t budge, you started to undo his zipper next, undressing him the way he’d just done you. His hard cock rested against his stomach, leaking precum on to his happy trail. You took his large dick in one hand and then licked the warm cum off his belly.

“Wanna ride you. Gotta get you ready.” You said lowly.

You brought his tip into your mouth and worked your way down the shaft. You sucked sensually, bobbing your head up and down in steady, quick motions. You let his cock fill your whole mouth and felt it pound into the back of your throat as he thrusted his hips along with your movements.

You listened to his dulcet moans and curses while your tongue dragged across his shaft, get it nice and wet so he could slide it into your other hole. You pulled away from his cock with a slurping sound and a string of saliva fell on your chin.

“All those pretty sounds for me, hm?” You teased. “Keep bein a good boy for me Buck, lemme use you.”

You climbed atop his his thighs once again and pushed him in your dripping wet slit with one swift motion. He stretched out your tight pussy, filling you to the brim. You started to bounce up and down, his cock slammed into walls repeatedly, sliding back and forth, harsh and fast.

Your hands fell on to his stomach for sturdiness and his own began to fondle with your boobs that were bobbing up and down every thin you moved your body. He was squeezing them with each loud moan and running his calloused fingers over your nipples.

You switched your movements from a bounce to more of a grind, and as soon as you did, you heard a guttural moan from him.

“Shit, Y/N…” Bucky sputtered.

“Tell me how good it is baby.”

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re….so good” Bucky panted out.

“You love this pussy don’t you?” You said weakly from the way his cock made you feel.

“Y-yes.”

Your stomach was getting tight, your body felt as if it was tingling from the way his cock was hitting so perfectly inside you. Your breaths were shallow and labored, a few soft whimpers that sounded like his name fell from your lips.

You lowered yourself down to kiss him, then let your palms slide up to his neck. Your wrapped them around and began to squeeze as moved your hips. You felt the quiver of his lips and tongue against you, the way the were startled from the shortage of air.

You let go and grabbed onto his hair, clenching your fist and tugging harder with the closer you got to finishing. You picked the pace from the previous slower one, and became more forceful. A pleasant shiver finally took over your body, releasing all that built up tension and a loud, high pitched moan. You hadn’t felt his mmm finish yet though, so you continued to let your pussy milk his cock until you felt the warmth inside of you.

You fell off of him and on to your back in exhaustion. You shut your eyes briefly but opened them again when you felt his large form come atop you.

“We’re not done yet, love.” Bucky said as his hook rubbed underneath your chin, pulling your gaze up to his face.

He kissed you again hungrily, as if he was a starving man. His weight was almost filling pressing down on you, his hook still kept in its spot on your neck.

“Gonna fuck you so hard. Gonna make you scream my name.” Bucky’s voice was raspy, low and seductive. Make you wet and turned on all over again.

He dragged your body upwards, you let him move you as if you were a rag doll, he positioned you facing away from him, and put you on your hands and knees. You felt his form lean down against your back.

“Love fucking you, watching how needy you get, how whiney.” He cooed into your ear, petting you with his hook as he started to put his cock back into your soaked pussy. You whimpered at the sudden weight inside you.

“Taking it nice and good for me, you like the way my cock feels in your little pussy, hm?” Bucky taunted.

He let his hook trail down and wrap around your thigh for support as he started to thrust into you. His lower belly hitting your ass roughly as his cock was beating your walls. Your thighs began to quiver at the sheer force he was slamming into you with, pain was filling your stomach along with the pleasure, making you ache.

Your breathing got heavy, to the point where you could barely choke out your moans because he felt so achingly good in you. He started to smack your ass lightly as he thrusted, watching you jerk a bit with every hit. He got tired of that and leaned onto your back, wrapping both arm around your shoulders to hold onto you.

He squinted his eyes shut and but his front teeth into your neck, guttural moans slipping through. Bucky’s hips gained more power, plowing into the very deepest wall. Your guts were practically being rearranged, being hit so hard you wondered if they could bruise.

But truly you couldn’t wonder or think anything, your brain was turned into mush along with your pussy. Your nails dug into the bed sheets, trying to deal with the overwhelming sensations of both pain and a verging orgasm. The tension inside of you was almost at its breaking point, the way it was almost unbearable until it finally snapped and the release came at the same time as Bucky’s.

Bucky took his cock out of you, then pulled you down to cuddle with him on the bed. He kissed your forehead as you panted from exhaustion. “Tired?” He asked, sounding a bit out of breath himself.

You turned to snuggle yourself face first into his muscular pecs and nodded your head. He embraced you more and ran his fingers through your hair before sleep engulfed you both.

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Beauty and the Beast Ch.9 (Bucky x Reader)

Dudes...we almost there. Holy cow. It’s been a wild ride.

Summary: It took the kingdom of Hydra five years to finally take advantage of the disappearance of the Stark Kingdom. It took Prince Brock two weeks to make the small, unprotected village of Marveline hate his existence. His ways left Captain Rogers to go looking for help, hoping to find a royal family that could protect the people. But what happens when he hasn’t come back? It’s up to Bucky to find out what happened to his best friend and the royal siblings, but he never expected what’s to come.

Chapter Nine

The smell of smoke…the ringing in his ears...the muffled cry of his name…those were the first things. They were what forced him to open his eyes. Ther e was one, two, three blurred versions of a familiar blonde standing above him. When did he wake up? “S-Steve?”

“Buck, come on, get up.” Three Steves slowly morphed into one. A hand reached down and grabbed his forearm, pulling him to his feet. Everything felt…heavy. 

Where was smoke coming from?

“You’re awake,” he realized, gaze fixating on his best friend.

That boyish smile tugged at the corners of Steve’s lips as he pulled Bucky into a hug. “Finally you are too.” 

“Where’s the smoke coming from?” Bucky looked around, eyes searching. It finally dawned on him where they were. The basement. “They’re going to burn the house down,” he muttered, the realization finally weighing down on him. 

There was only one door to get in and out . It was at the back of the house. The key was in Steve’s room and…Steve’s room. 

Peter.

Bucky murmured a small curse as he ran to the door, ramming his side into it with all his strength. Still, it refused to even budge. “Help me, Steve!”

The much taller soldier ran to his side. “Back up.” He pulled Bucky away from the door, ramming against it himself. It rattled for a moment, the sound of something heavy thunking on the other side. 

Bucky grimaced, knowing exactly what it was. During harsh storms, during the winter, the door rattled and swung open. Animals would come and go as they pleased. And he had created a metal latch across the door. It was thick and heavy, taking most of Bucky’s or Steve’s strength just to lift the damn thing.

At the time, the idea was great. They never had to worry about wolves sneaking in the basement for shelter. But now the idea would be their demise. 

Steve rammed again and again into the door, repeating the action for any sort of hope that it would break. It had to give. Rubbing his arm, he was surprised when Bucky decided he had to try. He knew how strong the bar was. Maybe he could find a weakness, the right angle. Dark hair fell in his face as he rammed into the side of the door. Maybe he could knock the bolts free? Force it to fall? He hit it again, grunting as he felt a bruise settle into his arm. Still, he struck it again. It had to give. It had to --

“We’re stuck.” Steve’s voice rang through his ears. They were stuck. The home would burn down. It would collapse on top of them, leaving their bodies in the rubble until someone would later decide to clear away the debris. “We…We’re stuck, Bucky.”

Bucky slumped against the wall, his head resting against the stone as he stared intently at the ceiling. Maybe if he squinted hard enough, he could see through the planks of wood and into the room above. Maybe.

“Buck…” Steve frowned as he watched his friend, heart breaking at the sight. He didn’t want to admit defeat. He didn’t want to say it was over and that they had lost. However, that pained look in his eyes made him wonder. “What happened at that castle?”

Bucky didn’t turn his head. He knew if he did, the tears would fall. If he kept staring at the ceiling, if the smoke burned his eyes long enough, he could blame the tears on that. “Steve…there’s something about them. They’re good people stuck in a horrible situation. They’re making the best of it. I’ve never seen anyone stronger than the residents of that castle, but it’s more than that. Stevie, they’re familiar. I can’t place it, but I feel like I’ve known them all my life. And Y/N? She…”

“You fell for a beast,” Steve joked.

Bucky shook his head, finally looking Steve’s way and revealing glassy eyes. The sight made Steve wish he held his tongue. He’d never seen Bucky look like this. So…defeated. “I fell for her. She’s cursed and it made her hard, but…she’s far from a beast, Steve.”

Steve leaned forward, arms propped on his knees. “Bucky, are you in love with her?”

He hesitated, the words lodged in his throat because Bucky wasn’t sure what the right answer was. Did he? Did he not? Were they friends or had it really become something more? Was there really something else there? He thought back to that night they danced together. It hadn’t been the first time they had gotten along so well, but it was the first moment where he could picture himself staying there for good. He could picture a complete life there with no hesitation and if it weren’t for his concerns regarding Steve, he might have never left the castle grounds. He’d been completely wrapped up in her. He’d been completely happy.

“I --”

“Um…Mister Barnes?”

The pair froze, neither expecting the sound of the third, much younger voice. Wasn’t Peter two floors above? 

“Who’s that?” Steve pushed himself to his feet as Bucky did the same, both searching for where it was Peter stood exactly. And then they caught sight of it. A hole in one of the planks of wood. “Is that...Is that a talking teacup?”

Bucky grinned as he peeked through the hole. He had to squint, but that was definitely Peter. How the hell he managed to get down those stairs, he wasn’t sure. But he definitely wasn’t complaining. Peter had found a weakness in the floor. Even with smoke coming in and the threat of fire on the other side, Steve and Bucky couldn’t help the grins on their faces. “Peter, I can’t tell you how glad I am to see you.”

“Peter, huh?” Steve asked, glancing from Bucky and back to the teacup staring down at them. “We’re going to need you to hop back a bit. Make sure to avoid the fire, okay? We have to move fast.”

“Uh…why?”

Grins turned into cocky smirks as Bucky explained. “We’re getting out of here.”

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The sound of silence had been something the residents of the castle had grown accustomed to. The forest made more noise, wrapping the castle in its lifestyle and forcing it to bend. Everyone had grown used to it. They’d grown used to the quiet. 

Until Bucky.

And now that the quiet was back, it took getting used to. It took wanting it to be there. Unfortunately, no one wanted it. 

Tony stared at the stairs that led to his sister’s chambers. He hadn’t crossed paths with her in so long. He missed her. He missed the rise they got out of one another. He missed having that close relationship, having someone to lean on. Having Y/N to lean on.

“Staring won’t make her come down any sooner, Tony.”

Tony glanced down at Rhodes, nodding because he knew that his friend was right. He could stare. He could bang and yell and plead with Y/N to be okay, to try again, but he knew that wasn’t the way. Y/N needed space. She needed to heal. 

“She’s not coming down any time soon.” It wasn’t a question. Tony never had question. Only statements. It was how his mind worked. If, on the rare occasion, he did have a question then it was only for himself. 

“No, she’s not,” Rhodes agreed.

“James! Tony!” The sound of Sam’s yelling, his rough metal banging on stone, forced them to look away from the stairs. Never had they seen the candelabra look so frazzled, so…frightened.

“What’s happening, Sam?” 

“Th -- The forest! They’re -- Oo, I’m out of shape.” Sam breathed heavily, leaning forward and struggling to catch his breath.

“What’s there, Sam?” Tony’s brow furrowed, confusion evident because Sam normally wasn’t one to beat around the bush.

“No,” he wheezed. Shaking his head, Sam let himself take a deep breath, finally filling his desperate lungs. “Not there. They are. They -- people! HYDRA! They are coming this way!”

Tony and Rhodes shared a look, eyes wide before they quickly made their way to the nearest window. Peeking through the thick brush of trees was the familiar glow of fire. Horses and soldiers were making their way towards them. The familiar insignia sent a chill through both men. Hydra.

“Tell the others.” Tony’s command wasn’t argued with. “They need to be ready for a fight.” Rhodes immediately took off, knowing they had to prepare for a fight. They didn’t have an army. They didn’t have weapons. All they had was...Tony smirked. It was difficult, but not even a curse could stop that know-it-all smirk from slipping into place. They had prior knowledge of fighting Hydra. They had a history of knowing strengths and weaknesses. And more than that, they won last time. They had history and the element of surprise.

Looking to Sam, Tony took heavy strides and warned him, “We’re running out of time. Tell Y/N what’s going on. If there was ever a time to have a beast on our side, now’s it.”

“Should I tell her those exact words,” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow and knowing full and well that Y/N wouldn’t appreciate the comment.

Tony faltered before he could completely leave Sam alone in the hallway. “No, of course not. Just...see if you can bring her to her senses.”

Watching Tony’s retreating form, he looked back to the stairs leading the way to his best friend, to the woman who he had to convince to join a fight after having her heart broken. He had to go upstairs.

Groaning softly, Sam made the first hop in the right direction. “God, I hate stairs.”

Y/N stared outside, her mind lost even though her eyes were fixated on the trees. If she looked hard enough, maybe she could see the village. Maybe Bucky was already back, reunited with Steve and truly happy like he deserved.

Maybe.

The sight of snow beginning to fall forced her to look to the sky. It was surprising to see a flurry so late in the season. It would confuse the flowers and the trees, but seeing the white flakes reminded her of that day in the gardens. The memory of Bucky covered in snow brought the faintest smile to her thin lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes. 

“What do you want?” 

She didn’t have to turn to know that Sam was there. She didn’t have to see him, all she needed was to hear. And metal on stone was very loud. 

“I know you didn’t want to be disturbed,” Sam murmured, already very well aware that he was treading a thin line. “But Y/N, the castle’s under attack.”

Y/N’s eyes closed. She took in a breath, her chest rising from the effort. Opening her eyes, her gaze lowered and fixated on the warm glow threatening to consume the forest and her home. She remembered the last time her home was under attack. It was the same army. The same leader no doubt.

And yet this time, she couldn’t bring herself to care. She couldn’t bring herself to…to fight.

“Y/N? What do you want to do?”

“Let them come. Just…” She took a slow, shaky breath. “Let them come.”

“But, Y/N, what about…” The question died on his tongue. What was he supposed to say? “What about us?” He stared at her back, silently pleading with her to answer, to look at him and let him know that she meant exactly what she was saying.

But she wouldn’t even do that.

“What do you mean she won’t do anything?” Wanda’s confusion was fair. Sam felt it and everything else. He wanted to scream at Y/N, shout at her and finally knock some sense into her thick skull, but that wasn’t going to happen. She had given up.

“Y/N…She’s given up.” Sam couldn’t meet her gaze. Or Rhodes or Tony or any other gaze he felt boring into him. “But that doesn’t mean we have to.”

Tony nodded, wholeheartedly agreeing with Sam. “He’s right. We can still fight. And you know what? That’s exactly what we’re going to do. We know this place. It’s our home. We know Hydra too. We can beat them.”

“You’re saying this to servants, not soldiers,” MJ reminded him.

“Doesn’t matter to me. I don’t care about your station or what this damn curse turned anyone into. I care about keeping our home safe. Who feels the same?”

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Brock had expected a lot on the journey to the castle. Perhaps a couple more wild beasts attacking from the trees or the one they were after anticipating their arrival and having something to retaliate with. He hadn’t expected there to be nothing. He hadn’t expected to march up to a looming, threatening castle and find…nothing.

“Are you sure the mirror wasn’t a trick, Captain?”

He glared at the soldier that had spoken, quickly silencing him. “Take ten men. Get those doors open as soon as possible.”

The overwhelming thud of wood against the heavy doors echoed through the halls. It hit again and again, finally forcing the doors open. They swung with a heavy groan, moonlight and the gold hue of fire lit up the dark corridor. Lining the walls were pieces of furniture and ornate decorations, a surprising and odd way of decorating the entrance to a royal’s castle.

Each soldier slowly made their way inside, their bodies casting large shadows with every step. They took in the sight of each portrait, passing multiple suits of armor, completely oblivious to the candelabra and clock watching from above.

Sam glanced at James, trusting Tony’s right hand to give the signal for the attack. They wanted to wait until everyone was inside. Then…

“Attack!” 

James’s voice rang through the air as he and Sam jumped from one of the three chandeliers lining the ceiling. The doors slammed shut. Furniture and decor came to life, leaping off the walls and charging at each member of Hydra’s guard. They were violent, relying on any tools to help protect their home. 

Scott rolled through the hall, knocking soldiers off their feet. He hit a hard right, flinging them into other soldiers. Armour clanged together. Bodies knocked each other over like pins. Wanda’s attack came from above. A long line of teacups, pots, and other assortments of dishware were filled with steaming water. “Pour, everyone,” Wanda ordered, tilting her own spout. None of them needed to be told twice. One by one, barely a second after each other, they rained down the boiling water. Steam hit hot metal, the blistering heat earning the cries of several soldiers. 

“Nice shot, Wands,” Sam shouted, jumping down and landing with a heavy ‘thunk’ on the head of another soldier. 

Maybe they had the upper hand in this fight?

Brock had managed to slip up the stairs before the fight had begun. Out of sight and out of mind, he reached for the hilt of his sword. Where was the beast? He couldn’t get the image out of his mind. Snarling teeth, bright, glowing eyes -- it was an animal to be brought down. And it only helped that Bucky didn’t want to lose the creature.

“Where are you?” he growled, eyes glowing bright despite the low light. He came around the corner, ducking and weaving around the shredded curtains. Shadows littered the room in darkness, forcing him to adjust. He flinched at the crunch of glass under his boot until he realized that it was from himself.

He was alone. 

Where was the --

Beast.

Brock’s thin lips curved into a smirk as his sharp gaze finally landed on his target. The beast, something so threatening before, stood solemnly in the doorway leading to the balcony. It was weak, but he wasn’t sure why.

Still, killing a beast was killing a beast. It was simple. Deliberate.

“I don’t know why I expected a challenge,” he sneered, grinning when the animal didn’t even bother to look his way.

Pathetic.

Stepping into the moonlight, he flipped the sword in his hand, adjusting the angle. If he struck just right, he could save the fur, create a new rug. Wouldn’t that just piss Barnes off? Another step then another. “Are you going to do anything?” His voice was low, cold and calculated.

Finally, the beast looked his way. Finally, its eyes met his. They were empty, void of any emotion. It reminded him of the hunt and any other animal he crossed paths with. This creature, whatever it was, was no different than the past animals he had struck in their prime.

Shaking his head, Brock kicked the beast onto the balcony. It didn’t react, falling onto its side as snow melted into its fur. “He made you sound interesting. Like you’d be an actual conquest,” Brock spat. It rose to its feet, claws digging into the railing. Brock kicked its head, earning a whimper. A beast turned into nothing more than a stray dog, practically begging to be killed. 

And he got to deliver the killing blow.

Y/N didn’t bother to look at the man above her. She remembered the stories, remembered what Tony had told her about the infamous Brock Rumlow. And she just couldn’t bring herself to care that this man, this murderer, no doubt looked at her like she was nothing more than dirt on his boot. She couldn’t bring herself to care that the man Tony fought so hard and long to beat was going to be the reason she died.

Forcing herself to stand, Y/N barely managed to get some distance between her and the railing before Brock shoved her over the edge. She didn’t scream, her side ramming into the roof of one of the lower floors. She hissed in pain, already feeling where bruises would be settling into her skin. 

“Come on, beast. Won’t you fight for your life? Fight for something. Anything. Don’t make this so easy.”

Y/N clenched her jaw, refusing to look Brock’s way as he jumped down to her level. Her family could handle Brock’s soldiers. Especially with Sam and James there to lead the way. Brock was the biggest threat. So why couldn’t she bring herself to fight? Why was she struggling to just do? Why couldn’t she try to live for them? For Tony?

The snow was coming down harder, freezing the tiles and sending a chill up her spine. She glanced over the edge, stomach twisting in knots when she was reminded of her fear of heights. Oh, she should’ve fought harder to stay on the balcony. She flinched when she saw Brock move out of the corner of her eye, whimpering when he kicked her in the back again.

Y/N scrambled, claws sparking against the frozen tiles. Her paw landed wrong. She lost her footing. She slipped.

She fell.

Landing with a thud, the grind of frozen metal on her skin and fur sent her spiraling. Everything became a blur as she tumbled. Reaching out, she forced herself to catch onto the ledge. Her arm was wedged between her body and gravity. Growling softly, she tried fixing her footing, knowing Brock wouldn’t be too far behind. 

Maybe she should just let go?

“Y/N!”

The sound of her name echoed ever so faintly in her ears. For a moment, she wondered if it was possible that she heard Bucky’s voice. But that couldn’t be right. He was gone, with Steve. 

“Y/N!”

Blinking slowly, Y/N’s gaze shifted to the path leading up to the castle. There, on a couple of horses, she saw Bucky and Steve riding to the castle as fast as possible. Bucky pulled the reigns, coming to a stop as Steve caught up to him. The brunette seemed to simply know where she was, eyes landing on her figure on the balcony. He tensed when he saw Brock, panic in his eyes. He had to get to her. He had to. 

“Y/N, I’m here! Please, don’t just…You gotta move! Please, doll!” Bucky wasn’t sure she heard him with there being so much distance, but his desperation was clear. “Y/N, I’m coming! I promise!”

“Bucky,” she murmured, her voice breaking. Was that from the cold or the relief of seeing him again? “He came back.” Bucky came back to her. She wasn’t a beast. He saw something in her. He saw the part of her that was still human.

She was still human.

Pushing herself up, Y/N turned her gaze back to Brock. He watched her, leering. The sword glinted in the moonlight, lighting up his dark features. Her scowl slipped into the smallest of smiles. She wasn’t a beast. She was human. She deserved to live. She deserved to fight.

Claws pulling her up, her gaze never wavered from Brock. She watched as he tensed, shoulders shifting, stance widening. He seemed to realize that she wasn’t so pathetic anymore. Paw curling around the leg of the roof’s statue, Y/N hoisted herself up and landed in front of him. Lips curled into a snarl, eyes alight with a new fire, Y/N growled, “Let’s try that again.”

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Tags:

@learisa, @xoxalwayschangingxox, @cap-just-said-language, @rinthehufflepuff

@the-captain-bambooty, @autty0314​, @kakakatey​

#bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #bucky #james buchanan barnes #avengers fairytale #avengers au #marvel au #beauty and the beast #peasant!bucky #stark!reader #royal!reader #bucky x y/n #seb stan

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

VelvetCardiganBucky’s To Infinity Writing Challenge

In celebration of me hitting 500 followers I thought why not do a writing challenge? I can’t thank you all enough for getting me to 500, it’s been a dream come true. 💗

✨dividers by @firefly-graphics✨

Guidelines:

You do NOT have to be following me to enter, but you MUST BE 18+ to enter.

You can do dark theme and dub-con but I will not accept pedophila, incest, age-play, or piss play. Please tag your works with warnings.

You can use any Marvel character, any characters that were played by Henry Cavill, Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Jon Bernthal, Charlie Hunnam, Garrett Hedlund and combination of characters x OC/Reader

Word Limit Is: 300 Words Minimum — Series, Moodboard, Playlist, Fanart, Fanvid, are also welcome.

Message me in the ask box with what prompt you want. Limit 2 people per prompt, and song, but unlimited for AU’s. You may combine AU’s with song and prompt.

More prompts and songs can be added if needed.

Make sure in your authors note you have what you chose for your prompt, song, au. Thank you!

Theme: Use the word Infinity in some way in your work. Ex: “infinity and beyond” “I love you times infinity.” “there’s an infinite amount of ways to describe how I feel.”

Tag me in your works and use the #VelvetCardiganBuckyToInfinity If I haven’t reblogged your work within 48 hours please message me.

If there is an AU not on the list you wish to write for or you have any questions please feel free to message me.

Due Date: Nada, do it at your own pace.

Have Fun!

Prompts:

This is the story of how I died, but don’t worry I came back!

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw her/him, I was happy, but something seemed off. “I thought you were dead.” “I am dead.” She/He retorted.

He knew it would end this way, there was no other way for it to end, but somehow he’d tricked himself into believing he wouldn’t be alone after all this, “I- I don’t think I’m ready for you to leave me just yet. Not like this.” – @a-cure-for-writers-block

“You’ll never love me like you loved her. I know that now.” – @a-cure-for-writers-block

“Have you ever fallen in love?” “Five times a day.” — Boy Meets World (@groupieforbucky & 80’s AU)

“How hard do you want it?” (@bbonkyy)

“You could never make it easy could you?” (@bestofbucky w/ Prompt 9)

“I’ll wait here no matter how long it takes for you to realize…” (@lilulo-12)

“Whatever happens tomorrow we have today.” — One Day (Movie) (@bestofbucky w/ Prompt 7)

“I’m also just a girl standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.” — Notting Hill (Movie) (@kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay w/ Mob!AU)

“Well it all started at a strip club.” “Why do all your stories involve a strip club?” “Because stripping is a job and those ladies and gents deserve some well earned recognition..”

“We accept the love we think we deserve.” — Perks of Being a Wallflower (@buckyswinterbaby w/ Bucky Barnes x OFC!Zara & Afterglow by Ed Sheeran)

“A sky full of stars was awaiting her.” (@fuel-joy w/ the song Heaven by Beyoncé)

“Leave the past where it belongs.” (@mostly-marvel-musings w/ coffee shop au)

And when my time is up have I accomplished anything worthy of having my story being told? If so, who will tell it? Who will listen? (@nekoannie-chan)

In the beginning of time...

The End

Songs:

Once Upon A Time by SHAED

Brother, How Was The War? by The Airborne Toxic Event

Afterglow by Ed Sheeran ( @buckyswinterbaby w/ Bucky Barnes x OFC!Zara & Prompt 12)

driver’s license by Olivia Rodrigo

TALK ME DOWN by Troye Sivan (@subtlebucky w/ Valkyrie)

I Knew I Loved You by Savage Garden (@averyrogers83)

Thank U by AURORA

Bloodstained Heart by Darren Hayes

Cover Me In Sunshine by P!nk & Willow Sage Hart

Dear August by PJ Harding & Noah Cyrus

Remember The Night? by Sara Kays

The Lighthouse Keeper by Sam Smith

Glósóli by Sigur Rós

Home by Noah Gundersen

Revelator Eyes by The Paper Kites

Heaven by Beyoncé (@fuel-joy w/ Prompt #13)

i love you, i love you by JUNG

füćk, i’m lonely by LAUV & Anne-Marie

Till There’s Nothing Left by Cam

Toss A Coin To Your Witcher by Sonya Belousova, Giona Ostinelli, & Joey Batey

Only Words by Paper Route

AU’s:

Mythology AU

Titanic AU

Mob AU

Arranged Marriage AU

Gilmore Girls AU

Royalty AU

Medical AU

Rockstar/Musicians AU

Hogwarts AU

Musical AU

Disney AU

Vikings AU

Biker AU (@stargazingfangirl18 Steve Rogers)

Fairytale AU

Soulmate AU

Cop/Detective AU

C.E.O AU

Zombie Apocalypse AU

Prison AU

Porn Star AU

Hunger Games AU

Vampire AU

Time Travel AU

80’s AU

A/B/O AU

Coffee Shop AU

Florist AU

Tattoo Artist AU

#mcu writing challenge #writing challenge #chris evans #sebastian stan #charlie hunnam #henry cavill #garrett hedlund #mcu #marvel #writing prompts #writing prompt #songs #au’s #alternative au #alternative universe #bucky barnes #steve rogers #clint barton #tony stark #august walker #jax teller #frank adler #lee bodecker #andy barber #frank castle #ari levinson #destroyer!chris #jon bernthal #sam wilson #VelvetCardiganBuckyToInfinity

[writingpastmybedtime]

Writingpastmybedtime's Masterlist

Hello all, and welcome to my masterlist!

My requests are always open, unless stated otherwise.

I mainly write for Bucky Barnes & Loki ✿

BUCKY BARNES

Time to Confess - Bucky Barnes

Mine - Bucky Barnes

You’ve Never Done This Before? - Bucky Barnes

Happy Accident - mob!Bucky Barnes

Thunder Clatter - Bucky Barnes

Happily Ever After - Bucky Barnes

SEBASTIAN STAN

Cinderella AU - Sebastian Stan

#sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #sebastian stan x you #bucky barnes x you #sebastian stan imagine #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky x reader #sebastian stan fairytale au #bucky barnes masterlist #marvel masterlist #mcu masterlist

[imaginesmaimasterlists]

You can request about any of the characters above, or any other masterlists I have (here), always following the Requests Rules. My main blog is @imaginesmai​

💕:Fluff

🎈: Funny

💋: Smut

😭: Angst

⭐: Personal favourite.

🥇: The most popular fic in each category (it might change).

Angst Alphabet

Fluff Alphabet

Prompt List 1

Kink-November

Tom Holland

Back home (First part)  and (Second part):    💕 😭

Five months ago, you broke up. Five months ago, you walked out of Tom’s house because it was all too much. Five months ago, Tom left his home without you. And now he’s back, realizing you shouldn’t have never broke up. (COMPLETE)

Back to you (Song inspired) 😭

Caterpillar:   💕

There isn’t ice-cream on the fridge, and that only makes your day worse. Until Tom comes home to fix it all. 

⭐  Christmas Present:   💕

You recive a call in Christmas and your world lights up like a Christmas tree. 

⭐Fawn (Mob!Tom): GENERAL SUMMARY (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) 💕😭

Love makes you do weird things, this much you know.

You had always been the sensitive girl, following your heart before your brain. The type of person that tends to fall in love way too quickly, only to have it blown in their faces moments later. Your friends and family warning you doesn’t mean anything, because the result is always the same; a broken heart, and hopes shattered.

Love makes you do weird things, as dating a man who controls you as he wishes. Richard is the most famous cop in town, has the highest score in locking criminals up, and is the worst boyfriend anyone could have. So he doesn’t hesitate in using you as a bait for the Holland’s family, a dangerous mob.

You have no experience, no knowledge about how to deal with a dangerous gang, but still you’re thrown to them like a meat offer.

Love makes you do weird things, and it’s found in the weirdest places. You have yet to see if, for once, it leads you to the right person, or goes back to the wrong one.

⭐  Fluff Alphabet (Tom Holland)  💕

Forgotten aniversary:   💕 😭

Working so hard had consequences.  💕 😭

Football incident (college!Tom):  💕

Tom gets hurt in a game, although it might not be an accident after all.  

Gift wrapping:   💕

Gift wrapping is the worst part of Christmas. Tom is the best one.   

Lost kid:  💕  🎈

Tom and you spent your last weekend before going home in Disney World, and he turns out to be one of those boyfriends who end up in the ‘lost kids’ deparment.  

Mushy Pancakes:   💕

Morning sex and breakfast in bed is the best way to wake up. 

Oceans between us 😭

You’re in lockdown becuase of the pandemic - alone, sad, and bored. Tom has been distant lately, and to make it worse, you hear a conversation you weren’t meant to hear.

Our fairytale:  💕  🎈

That story where two characters of a movie fall in love, or in this case two actors portraying those characters fall in love, even if they don’t belong to the same fairy tale

or

Tom is prince Eric and you’re Belle, and he’s just a jealous bean.

Relax:  💋

Tom is driving you mad without knowing, but that’s about to change after an stressful day. 

Short fic 1:   💕  🎈

Everyone is cooking in the quarentine, and even if Tom knows he can’t do shit, he’s going to try.  

Shower time:  💋 💕

The quarantine is the perfect time to tease, until you have enough and Tom is alone in the shower.  

⭐  The Impossible (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6):   💕 😭

Your relationship with Tom is on edge. Work, paparazzi and not seeing each other for months is making you tear apart from each other. Thankfully, he’s an amazing boyfriend and propose you what you thought it would be the perfect holidays; Thailandia. The hot sun, the beach, a cute hut and privacy to mend your relationship. Neither of you thought you would be witnesses of one of the greatest natural dissasters of history (COMPLETE)  

This two-seat couch  💕

College!Tom has some feelings for you, and you have some feelings for you. Maybe, ‘some’ isn’t the way to describe it, more like ‘madly in love with my best friend’. Thank God though for those two-seat couch where knees brush.

Training Day:   💋

Tom’s morning hasn’t been the only thing hard that day.   

🥇  True love kiss:  💕  🎈

“I tricked your little sister telling her Ursula has stolen my voice because I have a massive hangover, and now we have to kiss in order not to break her innocence”

or

Au were Tom works in Disney store, has a massive headache and can’t talk, and now he has lied to a little girl and she wants to get him a ‘true love kiss’; which happens to you, her older sister and Tom’s highschool crush.  

CHRIS EVANS

Bananas:  💕 🎈

Your daughter seems to have a strange fixation with bananas   

Bananas’ worries:   💕 🎈

Banana the plushie is making another appearance in your life, and this time is bringing worries.  

⭐  Banana’s new friend:   💕 🎈

Little Nathan is the new addition to the Evans-Y/L/N family, and Banana is having troubled feelings, along with Claire.   

🥇  NSFW Alphabet 💋

Short fic 1: 😭

You don’t gotta say, I know you ain’t staying over, and I won’t even mention, the fact that you’re never sober

My type - Chainsmokers ft Emily Warren

ALEX HOGH

Attention:  💕

Alex just wants to cuddle with you.

🥇 ⭐  Friends don’t love each other:  💋  😭

When feelings and sex are mixed, nothing good can come out of it. Alex and you have been doing it for a while, and the bubble if about to explode. 

Good Boy:  💋

Alex has been a naughty boy and he needs to earn his reward.

Imagine 1

MARCO ILSO

🥇  Imagine 1

Imagine 2

You’ve got my heart :  💕  💋  😭

Marco is your best friend, your neighbour and your crush. One night at your house changes everything for the best; but you’ve taken different paths and life might never reunite you again.

TOM HARDY 

B for Baby:  😭

You’re pregnant and something happens  

🥇  Imagine 1

Imagine 2

SEBASTIAN STAN

Gorgeous:  💕

Sebastian is doing and interview and can’t keep his eyes away from you (short blurb)

🥇 ⭐  Wired Autocomplete Interview:  💕

Fans watching your interview with Sebastian are going to get more than what they bargained for. 

We’re a team:   💕

No interview is boring since having your adorable four year old son, who needs his father as much as he needs him.

BEN HARDY

⭐  Interview :   😭 💕

You’re exicted for your first solo interview about the End Game movie, but it’s not going to be as good as you thought it would.

Trust:  

Ben is your bodyguard and you’re his client, and both of you have some unspoken feelings. And what best way to confess, that without words and just after a bomb have blown up the building you were in? 😭 💕

TARON EGERTON

Hypothetically:   💕 🎈

You find something that you didn’t mean to in Taron’s tablet, and you wish it had been porn. 

#tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fic #chris evans #chris evans imagine #chris evans one shot #chris evans x reader #chris evans fic #marco ilso #marco ilso one shot #marco ilso x reader #marco ilso imagine #marco ilso fic #alex hogh #alex hogh imagine #alex hogh one shot #alex hogh x reader #alex hogh fic #ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy one shot #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy fic #tom hardy #tom hardy x reader #tom hardy imagine #tom hardy one shot #tom hardy fic

[imyourbratzdoll]

From this post 🤍 💌 🧿

hey baby💗

🤍 - what’s one fic of yours, you think people didn’t “get”? I don’t know if there is one? but if you didn’t get one, please let me know!

💌 - share something with us about an up-and-coming work (wip) that has you excited. okay! I have a lot of wips that I’m really excited about! so as you’ve properly noticed, I have already posted 2 of my wips (a whores fairytale and the strawberry shack!) which I’m excited to get to! I also have a horror/slasher and monster masterlist that I’m excited for! I have a zombie au that I’m extremely excited about, but I don’t know if anyone will like it as it’ll be a lot weirder than you’ve seen… a different kind of “kink” that some may find disturbing! oh and the dilf diaries! which is inspired by the request I got where Steve tries to cockblock his ex wife with their son and she is already seeing someone else (Ari)! and another I thought of broken family! where it goes into the life of Ari and his ex wife and their son, where he treats her badly, and you slowly see her breaking when her son no longer wants to spend time with her.

I have many wips fics as well! a best friends older brother sebastian stan, bestfriend/roommate jake jensen, a cute sebastian stan fic, an angsty c/e fic, dads best friend sebastian stan, an evil fic with lee, brothers best friend and dads best friend with jake jensen and ari levinson, best friends brother ari levinson, a pity party inspired fic, an angsty christmas fic, pornstar ari levinson, fairy reader stuck with werebear ari levinson, ken and barbie with steve rogers, stepdad ari levinson with dads best friend bucky barnes (silverfox) and older rockstar sebastian stan/bucky barnes.

sorry… that was probably too much…

🧿 - what steps do you take to not take things personally if a fic doesn’t do well, or if your writing/posting/sharing experience isn’t going how you’d like it to? hmm the steps I take… they usually go from wondering why the universe hates me and what am I doing wrong for people not to like me or my work, to the next step of suddenly not caring and just loving the people who are here supporting me and doing what I love to do. it does suck sometimes when I’m really excited about an idea, yet no one else is or they simply don’t care— example, i see from others blogs that people constantly ask them questions and that about the characters in their fics and people seem to bring them to life.. it sucks, but I guess it’s life?

thank you for asking💗

#cherryblossom heartask #imyourbratzdollasks #anons welcome #ask games

[seb-stan-lover]

AU Toymaker!Seb and Carpenter!Chris

Hi! so I love evanstan and stucky, they have saved my life because thanks to them I’ve meet amazing people in the fandom and in hard times like this It’s actually a blessing to count on you guys. I wrote a little something a while ago and I would like to share it with you. I know it’s not perfect and it might have many typos for which I appoligize, English is not my first language but I wanted to give it a try and thank you @wintersoldier1989 for encouraging me many moons ago (you probably won’t even remember) I also want to thank you Minnie! @musette22 You’re so amazing and special and I also want to dedicate this little something to @howdoyousleep3 my wonderful and extraordinay cupcake! specially today because it’s your birthday! so happy birthday!

Hope you guys like it, like I said it’s just a silly little something and I was planning on make it longer and give more detail but life got in the way so lets see if I get the chance to continue it :D

BTW this idea came up because I think there’s an interview in which Chris says that he took carpentry in school or something like that (if I find the article I’ll link it later) and Sebastian also mentioned in an interview that he would have been a toy maker xD yeah baby always being a baby so... here it is :D 

Sebastian thought that it was easier for Tom to have the paint delivered to him, but when he mentioned that to Tom he said that, yes it was easier but that Seb needed to get out of the city, of his apartment, go out there, see all the beautiful and wonderful things the world has to offer. Which was too poetic and overdramatic but he was kinda right because he had been acting weird lately. Is not that he wasn’t happy or anything, he was, in fact, a happy and grateful person but something seemed off in the last couple of weeks. He’s been thinking about his life and how at this age, he still hasn’t made anything really significant. Which is total bullshit some might say, because when he was in college he came up with this silly idea that got him millions of dollars and now he doesn’t have to worry about money, really the findget spinner was an accident, but a happy one. But its maybe that same thing that makes him question his life. When he was little he knew he wanted to make toys for living and thanks to his family support and his inventive mind, he made it. You see, he has this particular design, something he’s dream about since he was little but for some reason or another, he’s not been able to find someone with the skills to give life to his design which if you ask him is kinda ridiculous because it’s a simple moving dragon but it’s not something out of a fairytale or too extravagant toy (well maybe just a little).  So he went there to Stockbridge, Massachusetts, on his own to pick up this precious painting that Tom was dying to have in his living room cause he said that “it’s a special gift from an aussie friend”.

Seb drove almost 3 hours from Soho to Stockbridge and felt that his mood was already getting a little bit better. When he got there, he saw that there was people on the streets getting ready for some kind of festival and thought about the last time he went to a fair or any kind of “friendly neighborhood” which to be honest, he’d never been to one. Living in Soho and his parents in the Upper East Side so he decided that before leaving he would come back to that street to check it out. Once he got to the Norman Rockwell Museum and got the painting he asked the lady from the museum about the festival and she explained that it was monthly fair in which they have homemade desserts and goodies, art crafts and music. So he went there and was fascinated by how good all the food looked and couldn’t help himself to try the local sorbet. While he was waiting on the line to get his blueberry sorbet vanilla ice-cream swirl (yummy) he got distracted by the little girl who was before him. She was playing with the most beautiful doll he’s ever seen. The details are impressive, and it’s made out of wood which is so unique and amazing. He doesn’t want to be seem like a creep or anything but he can’t spot himself from telling the girl how gorgeous her doll is to which the girl gives him the most blinding smile and she starts talking so animated and tells him that her uncle made it for her as a birthday present. And its right then and there that Sebastian Stan realizes that he’s found the person who will bring life to his model because if this guy, this carpenter is able to make something as beautiful as that doll, he can make his dreams come to life.

Turns out the little girl Amanda drags him all the way across the street to introduce him to her uncle and then he meets Chris, the carpenter, and is speechless cause he was expecting to meet someone who might look like Gepetto but oh boy, he’s fucked (not literally much to his sorrow) cause he meets the most beautiful men he’s ever seen, so maybe, he will actually make ALL his drams come to life.

#evanstan #rpf #Sebastian Stan #Chris Evans #please don't kill me #please don't hate me it's my first try

[raspberrywhipz]

🧭 Navigating My Tags

Main Category tags 

stucky fanart : all Steve/Bucky arts 

Bucky fanart : all Bucky arts without Steve appearing

Steve fanart : all Steve arts without Bucky appearing

Alpine : arts with Bucky’s beloved companion 

marvel fanart : arts including other characters 

fav arts : my personal faves 

fic art : art relating to stucky fics 

fun stuff : non-fanart stucky fun 

fandom events  

charity events 

✨

📌  detailed tags below (long list) ...

I tag very granularly so that I can quickly find specific arts and art styles 🔍🙃

🗓  Moments in Time ⏳

time passing : stucky through the ages

as kids 

youth 

pre-War 

CA: The First Avenger (WWII) 

CA: The Winter Soldier 

CA: Civil War

Wakanda 

Fix-its 

TFATWS : related to the show

What If...? 

✨

Stucky moods 

domestic 

protective 

emotional 

tender 

romantic 

loving hands 

cuddles 

kisses 

pining 

dog tags 

sleeping 

pampering 

dancing 

playful 

fighting 

humour 

kawaii : adorable 

flirty 

thirst

steamy 

lingerie  

misc outfits 

silver foxes 

family 

parenting / with kids 

vacation 

day out 

motorbikes 

heart-rending  

angst 

Hydra 

Howling Commandos 

Barbershop Quartet 

Avengers 

Team Cap

All Caps 

Brooklyn 

Russia 

✨

Steve specific 

Steve Rogers 

pre-serum Steve 

Captain America 

Nomad Steve 

bearded Steve 

artist Steve 

badass Steve 

Hydra Cap / WS Steve 

old man Steve 

dog Cap  

Steve’s birthday 

Chris Evans 

✨

Bucky specific 

Bucky Barnes 

Sergeant Barnes 

Winter Soldier 

Cap Bucky

Bucky’s hair 

metal arm 

one arm 

BAMF Bucky 

grumpy Bucky 

grumpy soft 

Buckitty

plums 

White Wolf 

Bucky’s birthday 

Sebastian Stan 

✨

🐱 Companions 🐻

Bucky Bear 

Cap Bear 

Alpine 

cats 

dogs 

horses 

creatures 

Devil Dino 

coffee 

Dodger 

✨

I’m gradually working on linking the remaining ones...  📝 in progress !

✨

⚔️ 🏈 🧚🏼‍♂️  AUs  🎸🐺🦇 

AVAC : Avengers Academy

Planet Hulk

ShrunkyClunks 

Sports 

Musicians 

Medieval 

Cowboys 

Fantasy 

Supernatural beings

Vampires 

Merfolk 

Angels 

Demons 

Werewolves 

Transformed into Animals

Fairytales 

Winged beings  

Crossovers  

Gender swap 

Multiverse

post-apocalyptic 

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🎄💞🎉 Holidays and Seasonal ❄️ 🍂 🌸

New Year 

Valentines 

spring 

Easter bunnies 

Pride 

summer 

autumn 

Halloween 

Hanukkah 

Christmas 

holiday sweaters 

winter 

snow 

raining 

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✏️ Artist Things 🎨

art process 

animated 

mood lighting 

painterly 

illustration  

drawing 

sketches 

cartoon 

story panels 

chibi 

tsum tsum 

pinups 

posters 

calendar pages 

coloring pages 

watercolour 

pastel drawings / pastel paintings 

manip edits 

manip paintings 

moodboards 

physical crafts  

toy photography  

art roundups 

artist games 

art memes 

artist struggles  

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#my tags #stucky fanart #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #stevebucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #fanart #stucky #marvel fanart

[jj-lynn21]

Thank you for following...

Thank you for following, reading, liking, commenting ect. Currently I am working on a Roman Godfrey AU x reader called Castle in the desert. Most of my stories are continuation like subtitles like AU Bill skarsgard, Roman Godfrey, Mark from Assignation nation, and Mickey from Villains. There are a few with multiple actors like Tom Holland, Cody fern and other Skarsgards that start with The Charity & the Island. lots of fluff, smut and a bloody good time...18+ for content

Story teller — List of stories updated April 16, 2020

List of stories updated April 16, 2020

Thanks for following. Thanks for reading, thanks for creating. Thanks for sharing.

Warnings 18+ lots of smut, angst, fluff. X-reader, mostly AU Bill Skarsgard & his characters but a few stories include other Skarsgard brothers, Deadpool, Tom Holland and other actors. Feel free to send requests/ideas & reblog. I will try to keep this updated.

Rock star Axel

You Will Remember Things That We Never Said: In this Alternate Universe fiction Axel meets Stephani while he is singing in the local band Zeitgeist. Its set up when he is in college. ch 1 ch 2    ch 3    ch 4  ch 5    ch 6​   ch 7 ch 8

starring Bill Skarsgard: My own stories with original character(s) he could play

The Stay starring Bill Skarsgard as Chris Ryan creepy slight horror genre. All I will say is this character is right in the wheel house of what Bill could play.      ch 1 ch 2 ch 3 ch4

THE CLUB starring Bill Skarsgard as William Casik - Alice is a prim and proper elementary school teacher. Her Husband William owns a company that does business around the world. But he has a secret. When Alice find out about his alter ego, The Sir, her life will never be the same. ch 1 ch 2  ch 4  ch5 ch 6 ch 7  ch 8 ch 9 ch 10

Bill Skarsgard (AU) & X-reader/Princess

The Charity- various fandoms & x-reader This a AU mystery piece that includes most Avengers actors and skarsgards plus a few others I love. Some chapters are  very smutty. used suggestions from readers.  ch 1, ch 2, ch3, ch 4, ch 5, ch 6, ch7, ch 8

The Island: various fandoms, Its a continuation of The Charity. ch1 ch 2 ch3 ch4 ch5

The Dress: Just because I like writing the continuing story of Bill & Princess. This is her first time at an awards show. Also includes Alex Skarsgard, Scarlett Johansson and a few others. ch1 ch2 ch3 ch4 ch5

Bill& X Reader: Jealousy,  You are dating Bill Skarsgard & get invited to a ex’s party.

Early home coming:  Bill & X-reader warnings: angst, slight smut, fluffy. Bill comes home early after an annoying work issue forces him to leave a project. You attempt to help him get over it all before he has to go promote another project.

Bill and Princess/x-reader: long distance Valentine? Bill has to leave the night before Valentine Day for a meeting the next morning.

Bill & Ex-Reader: EVERYONE IS WATCHING sometimes the bedroom isn’t as private as you think.

The Bake off: Bill and x-reader/Princess are quarantined together. A month into their time together they come up with the Bake-off idea. Lots of smut, some baking lol. Ch 1   ch 2

Villains fan fiction

Borrowed time: Mickey & X-Reader . This is a continuation of Villains in a AU. Something like this should happen. ch 1 ch2 ch3 ch 4

Prequel Villains: Mickey and Jules Celebrate Christmas

Mickey’s Valentine’s Day surprises This is only 2 chapters. AU Mickey, Sweetie Pie and Jules several months after the event that brought them back together after the movie Villains. If you want to know how they got to this point read Borrowed time: Mickey & X-Reader. But you don’ t have to. Ch1 Ch2

Mark: Assassination Nation

Assassination Nation Mark and X-reader AU Mark survived his town going nuts and is now in college where he meets you.  ch 1 ch 2 ch 3 ch 4 ch 5 ch 6 ch7 ch8

Assassination Nation Mark and X-reader: Merry Christmas ch 1 ch 2

Mark and x-reader: You’re mine, Valentine. The first in my Valentine’s  themed stories. This is more of the reader and Mark at college several months after what happened in the last story. ( Assassination Nation: Mark and X-reader) Mark is pretty much just horny & wants sex but he will put together some Valentine’s day surprises to get it.

Mark & X-Reader:Party At Greenwald’s A virus is sweeping the county. The University closes. You might make it home but Mark insists you stay with him in Salem. Memories haunt him from this place.ch 1 CH 2   ch 3  ch 4 ch 5 ch 6 ch 7

Castlerock fanfic

Joy and The Angel This is a Castlerock fanfiction

A Castlerock New Year’s Eve party: The Kid & X-Reader This plays off some talk of who the Kid really is in the Steven King Universe. ch 1 ch 2 ch 3

Hemlock Grove Fan Fiction: Roman Godfrey

CLUB VEE This is the first thing I posted on Tumbler. It is a vampire-type romance that I connected to Roman and Princess starting with their Valentine’ s Day plans. So its an origin story for Club Vee. Ch 1Ch 2 Ch3 Ch 4 Ch 5  Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9 Ch 10 Ch 11 Ch 12 Ch 13 Ch 14 Ch 15 Ch 16 Ch 17 Ch 18 Ch 19 Ch 20 Ch 21

It is all in the eyes :Roman & X Reader , A crazy Hemlock Grove alt reality fanfic part 1  part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

Roman & his Princess Valentine’s Day This story continues the relationship from It is all in the eyes :Roman & X Reader. It will also include characters from VEE. But you really don’t have to read either to follow this story if you don’t want to. ch1 ch2 ch3 ch 4 ch5

A story of friendship: Roman Godfrey & X-reader AU Hemlock Grove. I was in a Roman mood so this is what came out  ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4 ch 5

Roman & his Princess: blood wolf moon eclipse Princess is having a hard time with her hunger. Is Olivia the only one that can really help her?

Roman & his Princess: Life is Just a Fantasy A little role play night out with these characters where Roman is the Dominant more than usual and Princess plays  the submissive role. ch1 ch 2 ch3 ch4

Roman & Princess: Let’s up the game Roman wants to make a sex tape. ch1 ch2 ch3

Roman & Princess: The agreement Princess plays with her dominant personality. Roman decides maybe he could handle the threesome she wants if he looks at it as a business agreement. ch 1  ch 2 ch 3 ch4

Stuck in the Madness with You A virus has found its way to Hemlock Grove driving people to self quarantine. How will this effect Roman and those he cares about? ch 1 ch 2 ch 3

The Dinner Party Roman invites Peter and Letha to a dinner party so Letha can get out a little more since they have all quarantined her to Peter’s trailer.

Deadpool Presents:

Deadpool Presents: Once upon a Zeitgeist this is in and AU after all the stuff in Deadpool 2. ch 1 ch 2 ch 3 ch 4

Deadpool Presents: Axel’s Valentine’s Day special story Axel plans a special Valentine’s romantic over night excursion. With two kids it is difficult to have longer intimate time with his wife.  To read more about how this couple met refer to Deadpool Presents: Once upon a Zeitgeist Axel suggests Deadpool watch the kids which is the last thing his wife really wants ch1 ch2 ch3  ch4  ch5

Fairytales rewritten to include favorite actors/characters

Snow in Hollywood This is a reimagining of Snow White starring all Skarsgards Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Red and the Full Moon This is a reimagining of Little Red Riding Hood incorporating the lyric to the 60s song Little Red Riding Hood. Featuring Bill Skarsgard and Alex Skarsgard.

King Bill and his Queen Genevieve: A fairytale begins original smutty fairytale  where Bill of Skarsgard plans to take a diplomat’s daughter for his own. When he discovers Lady Genevieve is a virgin he still wants to fulfill their destiny in the middle of the forest clearing.

Being part of the film industry in a small way

A  Little Extra for the Extra This is extremely loosely based on my time working as an extra in a Tom Holland and Bill Skarsgard movie. It was great fun. Tom was cool to the extras if you were at the right place at the right time. I only got to see Bill from afar but maybe that was a good thing LOL. In place of Bill & Tom you can easily put in your favorite actor or actress in your mind.

Moroccan Sands: This is Bill Skarsgard and Tom Holland with x-reader. It takes place on a movie set for the most part. Ch1, ch 2 ch3 ch4 ch5 ch 6 ch7 ch8

Santa’s fav ELF Bill & X-Reader You are an extra in one of Bill’s movies and you you get a long very well. ch1 ch2 ch 3 ch 4

The Calling in this extras dream job you will be working with Bill Skarsgard, Tom Holland, Sebastian Stan, Robert Pattinson and a few other surprise actors on a movie that moves through decades 50s, 60s, 70s,80s. Sure your scenes don’t seem to fit together but they rarely do when filming and you just enjoy that you get to do this sort of work. Even though this is same caste as Devil All the Time it has nothing to do with that movie. enjoy this only 1% truth about being an extra. I love it but as of now it never got this good. ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5

Take a seat x-reader & Bill mostly. You are a seat filler at the 2021 Oscars. Its such a unique experience. But since you break some of the rules will you ever get to do it again? And is the out come with it anyway? I think, probably.  ch 1,  ch 2 ch 3 ch 4

[writingpastmybedtime]

i’m writing a cinderella au with sebastian stan. it’s currently at 4k words and i’m not even half way done. so keep your eyes open, because it will be a sweet read. if everything goes according to plan, it will be published some time tomorrow or the day after.

#sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan cinderella au #sebastian stan fairytale au #sebastian stan fic