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skittidyne · 2 years

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who wants a deleted scene from ylg2

i’ll also send this out later via email to those who are part of the cool kid club, but also posting it here!

this is a scene that sadly will get scrapped, though it’s a pretty cute scene when isaac and vivienne aren’t sniping at each other. (it’s also written for a way-earlier draft of the first book where sam wasn’t tengu friend, so that’s why there’s confusing distance with mirai!) also, parandrus! those are fun.

“Oh boy,” Vivienne groans, which is the only warning Isaac gets before they’re accosted by a bouncy tengu in the middle of the goblin market.

One that he recognizes, no less: the magpie tengu from Halloween.

“Hello, Mirai,” Vivienne says with a rictus smile. “How have you been?”

“I told these two to deliver a message to you with all haste! That was weeks ago!” the tengu, Mirai, snaps and flutters into the air when they angrily swoop their wings. Their mask may hide their expression, but their glare can be felt. “Little witch, didn’t you give her my message?!”

“Of course he did,” Vivienne blatantly lies.

Isaac rarely feels gratitude, but he supposes he just dodged a bullet. There had been a lot going on during Halloween, so how was he supposed to care that a tengu told them to ask Vivienne to hurry up with whatever egg drama she’s embroiled in? Isaac never thought he’d see the youkai again, anyway. It’s always been a different group manning their stall on the main thoroughfare, and even today, it was supposed to be a quick trip.

“I’m very sorry, Mirai, but there have been a lot of difficult things going on in the human realm that needed my and Mark’s attention,” Vivienne adds with an amount of respect he never would have suspected she were capable of. “I will do my best to convince Mark that we need to hasten our actions to return the First egg to you.”

“Vivienne really was quite busy,” Sam advises with a stage-whisper, complete with hand cupped around his mouth, like the woman standing next to him wouldn’t hear. “I think she almost died—it was dangerous. So she definitely wasn’t lying to you about us telling her your message or being too busy to fetch that egg for you!”

Sam is having too much fun being able to lie to someone else (since the two people he cannot lie to are flanking him). Isaac rolls his eyes.

“Ah, I did smell more death on you than I had before…” Mirai trails off, clawed hand over their mask’s long, beak-like nose.

“I’ve been told it’s very rude to tell women that they smell bad,” Sam adds.

“But then how will they fix it?”

“Okay, you two!” Vivienne breaks back in. “Whatever I smell like to spirits is not the issue here. Sam, please don’t trouble Mirai any further—”

“Oh, he’s no trouble! He’s very easy to speak with!” Mirai chirps.

Why does my demon have a way with tengu, Isaac wonders, exasperated. Aren’t youkai supposed to be infamously hard to deal with? Vivienne’s walking on eggshells around this one. And yet Sam had managed not to get his head ripped off by the barn owl tengu, too, the last time they’d come here.

To Isaac’s annoyance and Vivienne’s visible discomfort, Mirai falls into step beside them when Vivienne tries to beg out of the conversation to continue shopping.

So much for a quick trip.

Sam blatantly leans around Vivienne to continue speaking with Mirai. “So you know the barn owl tengu that normally runs the stall here? I was under the impression that it was their egg that was missing, and they were really upset about it.”

“It is theirs, but it’s my duty to retrieve it!” Mirai replies with their chest puffed up.

“Hatsu doesn’t seem to think so,” Vivienne mutters.

“I need to give it back to them—and I want to! Then Hatsu will see how responsible and decisive and brave I am, not to mention how well I keep my vows to them, and then maybe they’ll finally agree to be courted…” Mirai ends with a dreamy sigh.

Isaac personally cannot believe that tengu, one of the strongest higher spirits around, known for being fierce and violent and exacting, walking vessels of untold magic potential, are also walking examples of romantic period drama tropes. No wonder Vivienne is letting her exasperation show. Has she been dealing with this the entire time?

“Good luck,” Sam earnestly tells them.

Mirai continues mooning beneath their mask, complete with clasped hands and fluttering feathers, even as Vivienne’s expression turns flatter.

Isaac supposes it’s too much to hope that a tengu would be grossed out by having to drag a carcass through the market. He’s not entirely sure what a parandrus is, but apparently they’re big enough that it’ll be an effort to drag a whole one around. Hence the stronger-than-any-human demon Natalie had declared would be perfect for the job. (Vivienne’s there to do the business, Isaac is there as to not stress the contract. Nevermind the fact that he has the sneaking suspicion that he and Sam could be this far apart, and that Vivienne’s presence beside him would likely soothe any discomfort; there are too many loopholes in that damned contract for Isaac to ever understand.)

Graham Yu’s stall is as much of a zoo as Isaac remembers, complete with that blindfolded basilisk he saw last time. It raises its head and flicks out a large tongue, directly at Mirai.

Graham wipes off his gloves on a blood-soaked rag and gives them all a beam. He doesn’t bat an eye at the tengu accompanying them. “Vivienne! You’re here for Natalie’s order, right? It was a pain to maintain the stasis spells, so good luck with that—they’ll probably need refreshing once you get back through the door.”

“Thanks for the warning,” Vivienne replies, offhand but sincere, and ducks behind Graham’s stall with no further invitation. “Strength,” she murmurs and writes down her leg with her finger. She then reaches into that impossible messenger bag of hers to pull out big work gloves to match Graham’s.

Together, they haul a huge, furry body onto the table. It shakes beneath the sudden weight. Isaac can’t see much of the beast, outside of registering long fur and what looks like a horn or antler near the lolling head.

“Is that your dinner? How will you cook it?” Mirai asks brightly.

Graham snorts a laugh. “Charming notion, but no, tengu-san. We’re selling the whole beast for potion bits, but most are best when harvested fresh.”

“The things humans go through for their magic,” Mirai says, head cocked steeply. “Weird!”

“Sam, your turn,” Vivienne wheezes, rolling the parandrus over to the edge of the table. Thick legs and hooves flop over onto that side.

Without so much as a grunt, Sam picks up the parandrus and hauls it over his shoulders. He looks absurd, a skinny white boy beneath an ox-sized creature, but there’s no tremble to his arms as he struggles to balance it. “What is this thing, exactly?” he asks curiously.

“A heraldic beast, isn’t it?” Mirai says, standing on the tips of their talons to peer into its face. Long, rabbit-like ears hang down from its head and antlers knock against Sam’s back. The parandrus’ long fur shimmers as Sam shifts it around. Without meaning to, Isaac reaches out to touch.

Vivienne slaps his hand away. Isaac jolts, surprised, both at himself and her audacity. “Its fur can change color, yeah, it’s not your eyes playing tricks on you. But we need that, and the oils in human skin can damage it—so no touching,” she orders as she strips her gloves off and stuffs them back into her messenger bag.

Sam’s hands fly down away from where he’d been holding it, his face the picture of guilt.

“You’re fine,” Vivienne says with a wildly forced laugh, glancing back at Graham, “because of that spell we did on you earlier! Right, Isaac? Sam, you’re fine to touch it, because you’re our pack mule today!”

“Oh,” Sam says, though if he really catches on, Isaac can’t tell. He gingerly grabs the parandrus again, fingers knotting in long fur, which subtly changes to match his light skin tone.

Isaac watches Mirai’s expressionless mask, but it’s still pointed toward the parandrus’ trailing ears. Considering how obvious their body language is, he thinks it safe to say that they don’t harbor any more suspicion than Graham’s eye roll.

“Tell Natalie that I’m only so generous with keeping whole carcasses for her since she was kind enough to loan you to me with those unicorns!” Graham cheerily informs them, waving goodbye with his large leather gloves. “Oh, but before I forget—how’s that jackalope doing?”

“That was you?!” Vivienne, who had been ready to beat a hasty retreat with Sam in tow, rounds on Graham with eyes narrowed and finger jabbed at his face.

Graham offers her a smug smile. “Doesn’t take a genius to figure out the one you’re keen on is the one who fleeced us at cards at Alice’s Halloween party. Gossip travels fast, you know? So how’s the little critter doing?”

Isaac’s head snaps around, now more interested in this conversation.

“Dana didn’t know it was a jackalope. I got an emergency call the next morning about a rabbit with antlers!”

“She was sloshed after she had the guts to try Ægir ale without any filters. And alright, maybe I was drunk too, since Giselle was nice enough to share her other bottle, but I tried explaining how to take care of the little guy. Or, I can recommend someone who can turn him into a nice pair of gloves. They’re just as soft as rabbits.”

“She named him Pyewacket, and she’s completely enamored,” Vivienne mutters, pinching the furrow in her brow. “Just… don’t go betting cryptids to people who don’t know any better, alright? You could actually get in trouble for that.”

“I’m properly licensed to handle anything and everything in any realm,” Graham retorts, “and how was I supposed to know about your little drama? We were playing cards with a faun and a siren. At Alice Henderson’s party. I didn’t think that was a place for the uninitiated, Vivienne.”

She moved her Halloween stream for a party? Isaac sourly realizes.

“Dana almost got chomped by your unicorns, too,” Vivienne says, maintaining her own sour expression. “Don’t let this become a habit, Yu. I know where you live.”

“No you don’t, and those were Deirdre’s unicorns. She’d already paid for them and their delivery by that point,” Graham corrects.

Vivienne shakes her finger at him one last time, then spins back on her heel and escorts Sam with as much dignity as she can muster. Her cheeks turn red when Mirai giggles.

“Humans are so entertaining with their inconsequential bickering,” Mirai titters, clawed hand to their mask’s mouth. They flick the parandrus’ long ear with their other. “But what an interesting creature! I’ve only heard of them before.”

“There’s a pair at the city zoo, if you wanted to see one still alive,” Vivienne deadpans.

“What are you using the pelt for?” Mirai asks. Sharply.

“…It’s for Natalie, that other psychic friend of mine. This isn’t going anywhere near Mark,” Vivienne replies, looking nervous all of a sudden. Isaac is well aware that there is A Lot of bullshit he’s missing out on—happily—regarding this egg business and Mark Ito. But he doesn’t understand how an animal skin could factor into it in a way that would make Vivienne so jittery.

“Oh, okay!” Mirai chirps, tone bright once more.

“I’ll be sure to text Mark as soon as we get back through the market door, and we’ll figure out our plan of very swift action regarding that First egg,” Vivienne adds.

Mirai cocks their head. Isaac wonders if they’re about to ask what texting is. “I’d hate to have to keep pestering you about this job, so it’s best that you hurry! I’d really appreciate it—and so would Hatsu!” they exclaim instead.

“Of course,” Vivienne replies, sweating. She all but shoves Sam along with a hand on his back.

“We’ll get it sorted out for you, rest assured,” Sam advises like he actually has some part to play in all of this. (Like hell he will, and if Vivienne tries enlisting Sam’s help for further tengu business, Isaac will bite her.)

He turns, walking backward, though still at Vivienne’s pace. Sam waves goodbye to Mirai—then almost gets shoved face-first to the ground when he blindly attempts to go through the goblin market door with a creature the size of an ox on his shoulders.

Vivienne’s smiling, albeit tightly, when she helps him back around, hands hovering over the parandrus’ fur. “You’re a friendly little bean, aren’t you,” she murmurs.

“I’m not a bean,” Sam replies, affronted.

“We’re working on it,” Isaac answers instead. He knows what Vivienne had meant; friendliness has its drawbacks in the realm of the supernatural. “You and Graham seem to know each other well.”

“The magical community is pretty small. Which even you have to know, Isy,” Vivienne replies. “Here, Sam, crouch down and go kinda sideways—yeah, like this. Anyway, yeah, we all know each other, and apparently half the magic community knows about my thing with Dana.”

“Your thing,” Isaac repeats, disgusted, because he does not need to know anything more about Vivienne’s personal life. It’s bad enough he’s sharing part of a demonic contract with her.

“My epic romance with someone else I’ve dragged into the world of magic,” Vivienne says with a hand to her forehead, pretending to swoon. (Sam puts out a hand to help her anyway.)

“What’s a jackalope?” Sam asks.

“Like a rabbit, but with antlers,” Vivienne says, putting her hands up over her head to mimic them. With a flat expression, Isaac points to the very obvious, very real example of the parandrus’ antlers. “Well, yeah, those too. Cute little thing, I can show you pictures once we’re out of sight with this thing. I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to meet him, though.”

“Why not? You bring your cat to the shop all the time,” Sam says with a pout.

Vivienne looks up at him, balking, surprised. Isaac doesn’t feel any sympathy for her, though he understands her; she hadn’t expected she’d have to explain why they’re not introducing a demon to everyone ever. Sam’s guileless personality makes it easy to forget he’s a demon, but they shouldn’t forget he’s a demon.

“Maybe later,” Vivienne hedges, which is weird, because Isaac would’ve straight-out told Sam that he can’t meet new people who haven’t been vetted. “Dana’s still new to a lot of things, and I think she’s already getting overwhelmed. Anyway, I’m a little too busy with Mark’s eggy bullshit right now to be arranging pet playdates. Ugh, we have the fucking egg, we need to just figure out a time and what to ask for…”

“You already have it?” Sam asks, astonished, and stops like he may very well run back to the goblin market to tell Mirai right now.

Both Isaac and Vivienne seize him by the arms to keep him walking.

“We have it, but it’s not as easy as giving it back to Mirai in a tupperware tub. It’ll be a pain to transport it, and moreover, we have to arrange payment and a time and I have to talk that idiot psychic into actually doing it!” Vivienne exclaims. “But that’s my ballgame, not yours. You two have the job of laying low and out of coven sight right now, remember? And whatever Nat asks you to do to help her out.”

“You seem very busy,” Sam remarks with a narrow-eyed look down at her.

“Tell me about it,” Vivienne groans.

#how to put the romance back in necromancy #no major spoilers for those who haven't finished the first book #a couple of minor spoilers or spoilers by implication however #i'm sad to scrap this because it was such a good character bit with isaac being less surly and vivienne from an outside pov #but what can you do

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veryrealimagination · 2 years

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Day 13 - Nightmares

Posted late because there's a spoiler to day 16.

Julia had a small smile as a set of light footsteps carefully made their way down the steps and over to the couch.

Her mother and father didn’t live in the same house anymore, but they still used it as the center point for all family holidays and celebrations. Her father even stayed in their bed during those times. She had been trying to get her third book written. There were a few bends that she was having trouble with, and she had planned on staying up further than everyone trying to work through a couple.

Llewellyn had Hubert in his arms, a barn owl stuffed animal that he left with Nana. Its ‘twin’, Danny, was at home. He was not, however, merely tired. No, it looked like he had a nightmare, one that scared him. “Hey, Llewie,” she cooed, helping him up on the couch so he could burrow into her side. The throw blanket was tugged and twisted around him, creating a little barrier between the world and him. Only when completely comfortable did she ask. “You wanna tell me?”

He shook his head, then after a minute nodded instead. “I was a defective,” he admitted. Julia quirked a smile at the word he managed to say instead of what he meant. She threaded her fingers through his hair, calmly repeating the motion. It was a worry, that after she remembered their past lives, that Llewellyn would as well at some point. She hoped that he wouldn’t. His past was filled with sadness and she wanted to give him a safe and mostly untroubled one. But, her father remembered, and her mother. John and Ruby didn’t, but they believed Bobby did. Bobby, however, didn’t end down the same hole. Reputedly.

She wasn’t sure about the others, and her father didn’t want her to go in search for them. ‘If we find each other, we do. Otherwise, don’t go searching for them. They likely don’t remember like you did.’ Easy for him to say, he had his wife back. She wanted William. “A detective? Were you a good one?”

He nodded. “I was searching for ev-i-dence,” he parsed out, “That would prove that someone was inn-o-cent. And I found it. A gun that someone had hid-ed. But then there was a bad defective, and he was making me go with him because he had a gun. He had comb-mitted the crime and he was…” Llewellyn sniffed loudly and hugged her tightly, burying his head.

Detective Strong. The previous William had told him about the almost death of the younger man when they worked on a case that Constable Jackson had tackled before his death. He admitted to being afraid that they would lose someone so quick after Jackson, and after Worseley in a way, that he split up the constables in an effort to find them quicker, and then didn’t wait for back up when he found them. When she next saw the younger detective, he appeared sturdy, but events as that always left a mark.

She always wondered about all of the ones he acquired.

“Did he get you in the dream?”

He shook his head and didn’t move. “No,” he mumbled, muffled by her stomach, “He had the gun pointed at me and someone opened the door. But I woke up and the door was closed. But the bad defective wasn’t there either.”

“And you came down to find me?” He nodded. “You are completely safe here. You know that?” There was a tiny hum from his throat. “Grandpa would shoot anyone that came in to hurt you. Grandma would wack them in the head with her iron skillet.”

“And you?”

I would stab them with a scalpel. Like she did in the past, only she didn’t have a supply of those yet. “My medical books would have to do.” A tiny giggle came out, because those books had been used to help Llewellyn sit at the table and Thomas had used them to flatten a few of John’s crumbled up letters before they were able to read them. “Now, do you want to go back to your room, or do you want a story from me?”

The tiny body pulled back and shyly asked, “Story?”

“Ooo, good choice,” she muttered, settling down further into the couch. “So, there was a man named William…”

Llewellyn woke up, terrified as the last part of the nightmare repeated and he shot up to see if his grandfather was anywhere around. He was alone in his bedroom, as was the norm. He shuffled off and grabbed his thickest hoodie and slippers before walking out of his room.

It made no sense, his grandfather threatening to out him if he followed through on his investigation into the innocent man he got hung. Wait, my investigation? He wasn’t a detective, wasn’t planning to become one either. He figured he had read too many of his Mom’s old drafts for her books and incorporated a few different aspect to his out of wack head.

He had recently figured out he was gay, and started telling family around him. Mom was the first, and he almost broke down crying when she didn’t do anything more than said ‘I accept you, exactly how you are’ and hugged him until he felt better. Then, Grandma and Grandpa, both incredibly happy that he felt safe and got hugs from the both of them. Grandpa was softer than normal and he was completely at ease. Why would his mind make him think that Grandpa would out him?

Also, why was him being out a bad thing? There was something weird about the nightmare. The clothing was old, there wasn’t a cell phone or a computer in sight. It was odd to even his standards. There was sort of an unwritten rule, about his gayness and how no one outside of their ‘family’ could know because there were broken laws and lost jobs and-

“Llewellyn, are you sleep walking?” someone asked, startling him out of his trance. His Mom was in the kitchen part of the apartment. It was new, appliances and conveniences, and more room than the previous place. She had saved up from the last two books to buy something better and they would be living in for years to come.

He shook his head. “No.” Walking over, he sat down at one of the bar stools. Either she had prepped for his nightmare, or she had planned on a giant mug for herself, as two mugs of steaming milk were placed on the table. Hers had the darker color associated with melted chocolate. His had a slightly sweeter smell, indicating that she had stirred honey in instead. “Thanks.”

She hummed a welcome before sitting down. “New place getting to you as well?” she inquired.

“No,” he mumbled, “Had a hypothetical nightmare, I think.”

“Oh, you think? That’s not a good thing to do.”

He groaned, “Mom.”

She smiled. “So, a hypothetical nightmare?”

He was quiet for a minute. “Grandpa threatened to out me.” That confused her. “I was a detective, again, and I found out that Grandpa had an innocent man hung for a crime. I, I wanna say I had been shot because of it?”

This, this chilled her. The current Thomas Brackenreid had a stellar reputation, only hindered by a few cases of corrupt and malicious suspects that almost ruined him and the family name. He had immense pride in being one of the least corrupted by the force, and championing LGBT+ members whenever he found out about discrimination. It’s the reason he had been second to her when Llewellyn came out.

The previous one, who became Chief Constable and led William to becoming one of the first Catholic Inspectors allowed in the Constabulary, with Watts serving as an unheard of Jewish Inspector, that man had a few blemishes in his life. Beating up suspects, turning a blind eye to small amounts of hooliganism. Even helping Llewellyn get Jack back was considered a crime then. But getting an innocent man convicted and hung? She hadn’t known about that, and that didn’t sit well with her.

But, there was the time where Watts disappeared, then came back. Neither her nor William asked questions, their own lives in peril before finally settling. What had happened? They could never get it out of the two of them.

“Shot?”

He nodded, “I, uh, I think I matched. One on each arm?” She didn’t know. By the time he came back, he was healed, and they didn’t know. “I think it’s because everyone’s been good, and my mind wanted to conjure a worst case scenario.”

“Why this one?” He shrugged, not knowing the answer. “So, Grandpa threatened to out you?”

“It would have ruined my life.”

“Why do you know that?” He gestured at the table, palms up in a symbolic form of ‘I don’t know.’ “How do you know that?”

“I’ve, seen it happen?” Glenn Scott? Jack Walker? “Saw it happen? Another detective was outed and he was fired. I don’t think he could get another job.” She remembered that, unfortunately. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, he leaned a little in to rest. “Everything I had was tied into my place at the Station. My friends, my family. And because I wanted to pursue the right way, I would have lost all of it for his career, his life.”

She squeezed a little. “The man in your nightmare is not your grandfather. He’s a, bad example of some of the people that used to exist. You’re not going to lose anything now.” Julia might have felt him calm down a bit. “You have plenty of people willing to protect you for something you have no control over.”

“Even Grandpa?”

“Especially your grandfather.” Llewellyn had a small smile on his face and Julia pecked his forehead. “Now, let’s finish these and get to bed. The world won’t stop because we’re tired.”

The echoes of his own words filled Watts’s head as he woke from another nightmare. He had spotted Jack earlier, with a newborn in his arms and Clara hanging on him. George had been compassionate in steering him away after he faltered in their conversation, finding a new food cart to try so he wouldn’t have to see the other man. It was apparent, that his mind considered the matter open and decided to prod at it some more.

Sitting up, he saw a strange assortment of lights and looked over to a projector of sorts. Confused, he stood up and picked it up. The cord came out the back side, and everything went dark. His mind immediately panicked, struggling to find the thin item and figuring out how to plug it back. Once it was back on, he relaxed minutely.

The nightmare had been more of a memory, a horrid one that solidified his loneliness. Asking Doctor Ogden to hypnotize him so he wouldn’t feel anything about Jack again, wouldn’t have his heart broken because society said he was wrong. He hoped that he could have a love again, but the universe was cruel in his treatment. It might be possible that he was not meant to have a family his sister, his parents, Miss Marks, Danny and Huey nor someone to love and start one with. But it didn’t work and he was forced to realize that he would forever be by himself, a testament to how some get luck in their lives but he never will.

Watts had never been afraid of the dark, just became more morose as the dark took away a sense and made him delve into his own mind about the current events in his life. But never afraid, even when he had been hunted for his work, hunted for his life. The dark did keep him safe at times.

He was not, however, completely Llewellyn Watts. An orphan that was abandoned by his sister, that left the family forged out of experience because it became unsafe by a man that he considered a fair substitute for a father, that came back when the same man hunted him down to bring him back under his ‘protection’, that died with a fake life since he could never have the one he truly wanted.

No, he was also Llewellyn Ogden. The teenage son of Doctor Julia Ogden, who took to writing more than practicing so she could spend more time with him at home. Multiple best sellers, she had a current series based around a detective named Bison that was an inventor in the early 20th century that was clearly William Murdoch in his previous life. Llewellyn Ogden, who lost his boyfriend because his family business had been threatened until he agreed to pose at the boyfriend, and potential future husband, of Clara Cartwright after the teenage girl managed to get herself pregnant by a shoddy boyfriend and whose family wouldn’t allow an abortion. Llewellyn Ogden, who was kidnapped and buried alive as Doctor Ogden had been in the previous life, by the same person, coming out with a new fear of dark and closed spaces.

He sank down on the immensely more comfortable bed than he fell asleep on to think. It was not 1908, as he remembered his previous night to be. It was 2018. He was meant to be having his last year with the man he loved while pondering what they could do together after school. That was now no longer happening for him. Clara Cartwright once again was getting Jack Walker as her boyfriend and he was once again alone thanks to society. He remembered how Gr- Brackenreid looked as he told them what happened when he came home crying after Jack told him.

Wonderful, he was crying, no, sobbing again over everything. The previous Jack that he couldn’t have, and the current Jack that he would likely never have again. His previous life that hurt his heart more times than he ever wanted to remember and the current one where he couldn’t just avoid Jack when they still went to the same school and he had to see them acting like they were together. And then his mind which decided that today, of all days, he needed to remember his previous reincarnation, and remember his old life and all of the pain he endured and-

“Shhhh,” a voice calmly hummed, and arms wrapped around him. Instinctively, he clung hugged back at the person, burying his face into the neck of the woman that carried him in this life. “It’s okay, Llewellyn.”

How was it okay? How was any of it okay? I have two different lives in my head. His mind, his Ogden teener, tried to simply say ‘Mom’. That’s what he was used to, that’s what was normal for him, it was safe. She was his mother, she would always be his mother here, even if he didn’t go the same route that he did last time. She was proud of him. She loved him even if he kicked her during psych 302, all the meltdowns she had to endure from him, the heart attacks with him once he started dating Jack and several events after.

But Llewellyn Watts didn’t feel comfortable with that, not with all this information jumbling in his head. He wasn’t going to call Detective Murdoch’s wife ‘Mom’ even if in this world, she was. She had a child, a girl named Susannah and William’s son Harry that he had with Anna. Llewellyn Watts’ mother was dead, his father was dead. His sister hated his existence. Miss Marks, Danny and Huey. Jackson. Milo. It wasn’t the same, it was never the same. He didn’t have that anymore. He didn’t get to have that at all. They were all dead, they all died after meeting him.

“Doctor Ogden,” he muttered, “I don’t think it is.”

#whumpay2022 #murdoch mysteries #llewellyn watts #julia ogden #castle au #which also is a reincarnation thing too #nightmares

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harryspet · 3 years

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his to claim | bucky barnes

[Warnings] dark!alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader, a/b/o dynamics, werewolf au, fury!reader, monica is a fury too, sam wilson x monica, virgin!innocent!reader, hint of ddlg dynamic, noncon sex, noncon marking, soulmates au, oral sex (female recieving), kidnapping

A/N: enjoy this long (long for me at least) one-shot!

In which you befriend a lonely Alpha.

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Sam knew Bucky was in one of his moods. One of his moods where he’d disappear for five days, not give a clue to where he was going, and return covered in blood. Although Bucky’s closest friend and Beta to his pack, Sam, was getting married this week, Bucky was stuck in his ways. Bucky knew that a wedding meant that another pack would be invading his land, filling the pack house with strangers, and two packs meant there would be two Alphas. Although he respected Alpha Fury, Bucky wasn’t the type to get along nicely with others, especially other Alphas.

It was one in the morning when the white wolf passed through the tree line, the packhouse coming into view. The three-story cabin fit many of the high-ranking families and was the center of most pack activities. Meetings, gatherings, and celebrations for the Winter’s Shield pack were all held here.

Bucky shifted, each one of his bones cracking roughly back into place as if they’d forgotten they were half-human. As he expected, there was a pair of shorts waiting for him on the porch. Nat always hated when he’d show up naked in the middle of the night. This is my house, he’d say. Save it for your mate, she’d say back. Bucky would always scoff at that. Not many Alphas make it to their thirties without a mate and Bucky was quite willing to keep his single streak going.

The house was heated, comforting him after losing the warmth of his coat. Still, he was covered in elk blood and could use a shower along with a twelve-hour nap. He walked towards the winding stairs, only to hear rumbling in the kitchen, and deciding to investigate. He was the only night owl around here, or at least that’s what he thought.

He could already smell that there were foreigners around and prayed this week would go by fast. Flicking on the kitchen light, he found you sitting on the island counter. You looked up from your carton of chocolate ice cream with wide eyes. He expected you to freak out at the sight of him but it seemed you were more embarrassed on your behalf rather than frightened.

“Sorry … I was just gonna have one bowl and then that turned into two. And then …” You emphasized the spoon that was sitting in the mostly eaten carton. Omega, his wolf said. There was a strange omega sitting on his kitchen counter in oversized pajamas and hair rollers. His eyes fell to something sitting behind her which she instantly pushed further behind her back in panic, “There’s a little left if you want some.”

“Who are you?” Bucky asked, a little more harshly than he intended.

“Y/N,” You answered, a bit flustered, “I’m Monica’s sister … also her maid of honor. I know there isn’t usually a maid of honor in our wedding ceremonies but there’s always a maid of honor in the movies. I’m gonna throw her such a cool bachelorette party, Natasha said we could have it in the living room-”

Bucky felt suffocated by your excitement. Feeling overwhelmed by the bright lights and whatever his wolf was feeling for you, he said, “Stop,” He raised a hand, confused by your comfortableness with the situation. You talked to him, an Alpha, so casually and you didn’t seem at all frightened by his bloody appearance, “Do you know who I am?”’

“Alpha Barnes,” You hopped down from the counter, making sure to keep whatever you were hiding behind your back, “Sam said you’d be back at some point. They made a bet on whether or not you’d get back before or after my dad left. Everyone said you’d skip the wedding.”

Alpha Fury’s second daughter. An Omega. An annoying, little, ice-cream stealing Omega.

“Well here I am,” Bucky stepped closer to you and was surprised when you didn’t even blink at that. An omega raised by an Alpha, you were something Bucky had never encountered, “Why are you raiding my kitchen so late at night, Omega.”

There was a flash of sadness in your eyes, “I had a nightmare … ice cream always makes me feel better. You ever get nightmares, Alpha Barnes?” Bucky’s brows furrowed.

“No,” Bucky spoke coldy, confused about what was pulling him closer to you.

“Nuh-uh, no way,” Bucky thought you were challenging him but there was an innocent smile on your face, “My Dad said you’ve fought in lots of battles, challenged a lot of other Alphas, you must see a lot of terrible stuff. You never even get a little bit scared?”

Bucky ignored your pressing question, the look on his face frustrated, “What’s behind your back?”

“Uhm … what’s behind yours?” You tried distracting him but Bucky knew there was nothing behind him.

“Show me,” He commanded, knowing that Omega inside of you wouldn’t want to disobey him.

You huffed.

Stupid alphas, Bucky heard your voice but your lips didn’t move.

You pulled an old, stuffed bear from behind your back, “It’s Mr. Cuddlebear …. he also helps with the nightmares,” In his eyes, you were definitely too old to have a stuffed animal but his wolf found it endearing. He hated that, “You never got scared even when you were a little? No monsters under the bed? Boogeyman in the closet?”

“It’s late,” Bucky changed the subject, “I’m sure we have a long week ahead of us. I’d take … that-”

“Mr. Cuddlebear,” You interrupted, reminding him of your teddy bear’s name.

“Go to bed, little wolf.”

Stupid Alpha voice.

You rolled your eyes as your feet began to move before your brain began to register, “Goodnight, Alpha Barnes,” You left the kitchen, carrying the teddy bear with you, “Sleep tight, don’t let the vampires bite.” He heard your little giggle as you climbed up the stairs.

Bucky placed his hands on the counter, staring at the ice cream. Did he ever have nightmares? No one had ever asked him that before.

Bucky cleaned up nice, you thought as you looked at him across the room. No one expected him to even come, let alone put on a nice suit jacket. The rehearsal dinner was loud with both Winter’s Shield and the Daystar pack mingling together for the first time. Sam seemed to be having the time of his life, your father was being much lighter than usual, and Monica was …. well, Monica.

You were talking with a bunch of people, giving out the sugar cookies you’d made when you made eye contact with him. He drank from his glass of wine and you noticed he was standing with Sam and Monica. She was in the prettiest yellow dress and you could tell Sam was happy to find a mate so beautiful.

You’d looked away, focusing on meeting everyone when Monica started to walk towards you.

“Stay away from him, please,” She stepped in front of you.

“Stay away from who?”

“Alpha Barnes,” She spoke lowly.

“He’ll be your Alpha soon, you know.”

“You don’t think I know that?”

“I already met him, Monica,” You smiled, “He was nice to me in like a weird, cold way.”

She shook her head, your words seeming to worry her more, “That’s what I’m worried about,” She grabbed your hand, leading you away to one of the tables in the corner. You had a plate of sugar cookies in your hands, some you’d made especially for the party to give out, “You have a tendency to make people like you but you don’t want him to like you, trust me. All that stuff Daddy taught us still stands, it doesn’t matter that we know him now. So just sit here, and do nothing, please.”

“But what about my cookies? I have to give them out!” You whined as she fenced you in, forcing you to sit down.

“I’ll do it,” She smiled, taking the plate from your hands, “You’ve socialized enough I think so just … relax.”

“But-” She was already walking away. You loved your sister, she was your best friend, but she was still a Beta. She had no idea what it was like to be you, surrounded by jerks who thought they were better than you. Maybe that’s why you liked talking with people so much, to prove that maybe you were more fragile than them but you weren’t invisible. Right now, you felt invisible.

You could only watch everyone have fun without you for so long and you got out of the seat about ten minutes later. You left the large white tent, where it was much cooler, and you didn’t mind being alone as much.

You told yourself to cheer up, trying not to frown. A week from now, you’ll be home, you’ll be on house arrest again but without Monica. You were going to savor this small vacation no matter the obstacles.

Bucky found you outside sitting in the grass as you stared up at the moon. He got that feeling again, his wolf wanting to be closer to yours, and wished he felt differently. You looked back at him as you felt him approaching, and you heard Monica’s voice in your head telling you to stay away.

“Did you try my cookies?” Your lips pulled into a smile that, like everything about you, confused him.

“I didn’t … I watched Sam eat six of them though,” The tall Alpha responded, sticking his hands into his pants pocket.

“Watching your perfect, Alpha-physique?”

Bucky actually felt the need to smile though he kept himself controlled, “Something of that nature, yes.”

“Awe, a few cookies won’t hurt,” You stood up from the ground, dusting off your dress. Bucky noticed your mary jane’s and the little butterfly clips in your curls, “Let me guess, you only prey on innocent animals.”

The Alpha smirked, “I’ll make sure to try your cookies next time, little wolf.”

“Sadly, there won’t be a next time,” You stepped past him and he followed after you, as you walked towards the tree line, “My father will probably find me a mate that lives across the country so he doesn’t have to deal with me.”

“Ah, that’s right,” Both Monica and Fury wanted to make it clear to him that you were practically claimed. You didn’t know yet but Peter Parker of the Stark pack was waiting for you. Fury was planning a quick, summer wedding, “I can’t imagine the poor fool who will have to deal with your kitchen raids and Mr. Cuddlebear.”

You grinned, “You remembered his name?” Bucky remembered and he’d been watching you ever since that late night, “I thought you might laugh at me, Monica does.”

Bucky was quiet for a long moment and, as you looked at him, it seemed that his mind was racing with thoughts, “I’ve had nightmares before,” He stated and you waited for him to elaborate.

“What happened in them?” You prodded softly.

Another long pause, “When was the last time you shifted?”

You figured that’s all you were going to get out of him. You thought for a moment, “I can’t even remember. Not since the winter solstice at least.”

“Let’s go on a run,” Bucky said, not waiting for you to agree. He picked up his pace, walking past the tree line and expecting you to follow. You hurried after him, your heart suddenly beginning to pound in your chest.

“Alpha Bucky, Monica will kill me. Literally. She threw a hairdryer at me once,” You said, sounding panicked, though you got deeper and deeper into the woods, “And what about my dress?”

He turned around suddenly and you almost ran into his broad chest, “Take it off,” He ordered. Your hand instinctively reached up to the strap and you panicked, “Go behind a tree, I mean.”

“But Monica-”

“You’re an adult, right?”

You shrugged, “I try to be-”

“Then you can decide. Besides that, I’ll be Monica’s Alpha soon enough.”

You imagined her throwing a fit but you still conceded, walking to find a tree to hide behind, “It might take me a second, I think I’m a shy shifter.”

“Take your time, little wolf,” His words were more comforting than you expected.

You stripped from your clothes behind the tree, trying not to imagine what Monica would think of you. An unmated female getting naked in the forest with an unmated male in the middle of the forest? There were all types of moral codes you had to be breaking.

Standing in the cold, you shut your eyes tightly. Monica taught you the counting method when you were younger. You tried to tune out the rest of your thoughts, focusing on the nature around you, as you counted down from ten over and over again. It was instinct after that, the Moon Goddess taking over and unleashing your inner wolf. You didn’t feel the pain as your bones molded into their new positions and you became the second version of yourself.

When you stepped from behind the tree, the white wolf was towering over your small, grey figure.

His head tilted down towards you and you could already tell his wolf wanted to be more friendly with you than his human self. He smelled you, biting at your neck but you were even more playful in wolf form. You walked between his legs, confusing him, until you ran in the opposite direction. He chased after you and you didn’t expect to outrun him but you planned to give him a run for his money.

He couldn’t sleep with you so close by. He tried going on another run to clear his head but his mind was full with you. He’d lived a long life yet this feeling in his soul was brand new. Never had Bucky desired anyone to be anything but a casual fling. His wolf wanted more than to just conquer you which was territory Bucky found hard to navigate. What would it say for his legacy if he took an Omega as his mate? How empty would he feel if he let you go tomorrow? What relationships would he throw away in order to claim you as his?

Covered in sweat, he pulled the sheets from his body, sitting up in his bed.

Nightmare, his wolf echoed in his mind. Bucky rubbed his temples. That wasn’t a nightmare to him, he was just an overthinking mess. He was going to ignore that feeling until he sensed something was truly wrong.

She dreams of pain and suffering.

Go to her.

Bucky stood up from his bed, filing out of his room, and down the long hallways of the packhouse. He pressed his ear to your door, his hand lightly touching the doorknob. He heard soft whimpers from the inside and, for a moment, he resisted you. He would turn around and try to go back to sleep. Instead, his wolf took control.

Bucky opened the door, your whimpering continuing and you stirred although it wasn’t because of him. He closed the door gently, moving towards your bed, crossing a boundary that he was sure would be frowned upon. Your cheeks were stained with tears and you seemed to be grabbing Mr. Cuddlebear for dear life.

He sat carefully at the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch you, “Y/N,” He whispered, trying to suppress the anger that he felt over the pain you were in.

“No, no,” You whispered over and over again.

“Little wolf,” He whispered again, his hand on your arm. The Alpha’s touch startled you out of your sleep and your eyes were wide with fear as you came back to consciousness. You weren’t sure why he was in your room or why your nightmares were getting so bad, “It’s just a bad dream-”

You sat up from your position and wrapped your arms around the Alpha. He seemed to freeze at your touch but you hugged him tighter for comfort. He wrapped his arms around you, his hand tentatively rubbing at your back and you heavily breathed against his chest.

“I’m sorry, I just … you were crying.”

“I-I woke you up?”

“No,” Bucky lied, “I was just walking by and I heard you.”

“Alpha Bucky?”

“Yes?”

“Everything’s going to change tomorrow. My wolf, she senses something bad coming, and she’s scared.”

Bucky stiffened again, his wolf beginning to worry. “Something bad? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know but the dreams are getting worse.”

“What do you see in your dreams?”

“I’m … I’m walking in his field, there’s so much sunshine and flowers a-and I’m walking towards the sun. I’m walking and walking and I’m happy and then I just start to sink into the ground. And I’m drowning and it feels like someone is holding me, pulling down further and further. I can’t breathe and there’s just this darkness a-and I-I-”

“Hey, hey,” He shushed you, sensing you were about to hyperventilate, “It’s okay. Nothing is going to take you away. No one, do you understand?”

He felt you nodding and he grabbed you tighter, deciding he was going to hold you for as long as you needed him to.

“I didn’t tell you because of this reason-”

The pen in Bucky’s hand snapped in half and his fists balled up tightly, “Sam, today is your wedding, I understand that but this is my territory. I decide who comes in and out of it. That’s final.”

“They’re already here-”

“Then send them away. Fury is trying to push me and this is the final straw.”

“He’s already married the first daughter off, he’s just trying to do the same with Y/N. And he knows that this is a chance for three alphas to sit down and discuss what we’re going to do about the rogue situation.”

Feeling that he was drawing blood from clenching his fist so hard, he moved them under his desk. “I can handle problems that concern my own pack. Tony is even more arrogant than Fury, we’ll never agree.”

“You have to at least try, Alpha,” Sam sighed, “You haven’t found one woman you’d consider having little Buckys with. Maybe Stark will bring someone that will pique your interest?”

Bucky ignored him, “When Stark arrives-” Sam let out a triumphant cheer, “-Bring him and Fury to my office. I won’t need you here, I’m sure you’ll have much to prepare for this evening.”

“You won't regret this.”

Bucky followed Peter’s line of sight. There you were, standing in a beautiful periwinkle dress, waiting for your sister to walk down the aisle and join an anxious Sam. The birds were singing, a violin was being played, and everyone was collectively ready to celebrate the joyous moment. Everyone except Bucky.

Of course, Peter wanted to look at you, a beautiful creature, an unmated female, he'd be lucky to call you his mate. He was young like you, he'd be able to get all your references, keep up with your energetic ramblings, you'd get to go far away from your father and you'd be so happy. You'd forget all about Monica. You’d forget all about the week you spend in Winter’s Shield.

The wedding went off without a hitch and Bucky watched you have the time of your life. Peter targeted you, of course, that was the entire reason was her, to woo you and it was working. You were dancing together, laughing when Peter made a silly misstep.

Bucky shooed away every Stark girl who tried to approach him, even denying a Beta, until he was standing alone in the corner.

The festivities calmed down late into the night, you had to say goodbye to Peter, Monica was whisked away to a “private cabin” and everyone else returned to their rooms. Your father reminded you to pack your things as you’d be leaving early in the morning.

Looking at Mr. Cuddlebear sitting on your bed, you were reminded of the events of last night. You didn’t expect so much kindness from the cold Alpha but, as Monica warned you, he seemed to like you. You still thought she was being dramatic with her warning and that she would grow to like her new Alpha.

You never did really get to thank him and he also never tried your cookies. You had an amazing idea and late-night baking always led to amazing things.

Bucky was pacing the length of his room when there was a knock at his door. His wolf knew instantly that it was with you like the Moon Goddess had answered his prayers. He was fighting every natural urge in his body and he planned to hide away until everyone was gone tomorrow. Now, he had no idea what he was going to do.

When Bucky opened the door, you were standing with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk, and a kind smile on your face, “A thank you for last night,” You offered, “I figured you’d like a plain chocolate chip cookie. I’m not sure though-”

“Come in,” Bucky said quickly, closing the door behind you. You noted that he was still wearing his dress pants though he was only wearing a sleeveless undershirt at his top. Though you’d seen him shirtless before, this time felt more intimate.

“Try one,” You insisted, “Please.”

Bucky was hesitant, his diet not usually including such human pleasures, but he was quite surprised with the first bite. You seemed nervous, expecting a good reaction which Bucky found adorable, “They’re good,” Bucky nodded, “I mean, they’re great. Here, come sit down.”

As you took a seat on the edge of the giant bed, Bucky grabbed the glass and plate from your hands, moving to set it on the nightstand, “Your room is … big.”

You grew a bit nervous as the bed dipped beside you and Bucky took a seat. You always felt his strong energy, even last night, but now it was a bit overpowering. You blamed it on the approaching full moon and tried to ignore it, “You don’t like it?”

“No, no, I like it. It’s … simple,” Bucky tried his best to register your mood. Were you nervous? That was the last feeling he expected to feel from you. You were always rambling or talking about something you were annoyingly passionate about.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked, his head turned to you.

You didn’t answer him, “What do you know about the Stark pack?”

Bucky’s hands folded together and his jaw clenched as reality set in, “I sense you know of your father’s plans.”

“I had a suspicion,” You sighed.

“And … you’re unhappy with his decision?”

You were quiet for a moment, “What if it isn’t a good idea?”

“I’m sure … I’m sure your father wouldn’t lead you astray. The man infuriates me but he’s usually quite wise …”

“You’re right …” You said, staring back at the Alpha who seemed to be experiencing a whirlwind of emotions behind his eyes, “My nightmares, they just make me nervous for the future-”

“You could stay,” Bucky stated quickly, sure of himself. His hand touched your thigh and your eyes began to widen, “With me, I mean. And, of course, Monica would be here too.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “You don’t mean … I’m an Omega, Alpha Bucky.”

A thin smile pulled at his lips, “I’ve noticed that, yes. Believe me, my offer does not come from a place of ignorance. I’ve been thinking about this, I promise, and it could be good for both of us. You could stay near your sister and I could …”

It took everything in you to push away from that bed, “My Dad would be livid. Beyond livid, actually. And Peter. The treaty. It would throw everything off balance, Alpha Bucky.” He stood, his shadow draping over you as you took a hesitant step back.

“Who needs balance if there is a connection here. My wolf feels yours, they’re drawn to each other, I know you can sense that.”

“Bucky-”

“Listen, little wolf, please,” He insisted, stepping closer, “I’ve never been sure before, not in my entire life. This, I am sure about.”

You shook your head, “Well, I am not,” Bucky’s eyes seemed to darken, “I like you and there’s a connection, yes, but as my father’s daughter, I have responsibilities. I respect him too much to go behind his back. You have to understand that.”

“You came here tonight. That night in the forest. You didn’t know it but you called me to your room last night. What am I supposed to make of your advances-”

“Advances? I thought you were a friend-”

“Stop,” He commanded, leaving your body frigid from the power of his voice, “Don’t move.”

He took your face into his hands and you whimpered, “Bucky, I gave you the wrong impression.”

“No, you may not know it yet but this is what your wolf wants. We’re animals, underneath it all, and there’s only so much we can control our own desires,” You pushed against his chest when he smashed his lips on yours. You bit down on your bottom lip, wishing your feet would push you further away from him. When he pulled away, he was grinning, blood on his lips, “Biting, huh? I’m happy to play along with your game.”

You opened your mouth but he was too quick, “Don’t scream, little wolf. The screaming is the next part.”

His hands move to your waist, pulling you into his muscular body. He kissed you again, kissing the sides of your mouth and chin. Your hands pulled into small fists as he held you, his touch sending foreign feelings through your body. You felt an overwhelming warmth, more than his body heat, but the warmth of the bond his own wolf felt for yours. His mouth met with your neck and that's when your lips parted and moans escaped your lips.

“Please,” Was all you could manage. “Please stop.”

Your mouth was saying one thing but it was clear to him that you enjoyed his touch, “Don’t think of me like the bad guy, Omega. When I’m your Alpha, I won’t be like Fury. I’ll let you be who you are, you won’t be just an object to pawn off for power. You’ll be my Omega but you’ll stand beside me, not behind. You’ll be happy with me. I can take the nightmares aways, remember?”

“No, no,” You resisted, knowing deep down that he was that darkness in your dream. You were right to be scared but you hadn’t suspected that you should be scared of me, “M-My father will challenge you a-and you’ll lose any respect you once had.”

He grabbed you roughly by your chin, his forehead pressed against yours as he held your body, “I’ve never cared much for puritanical pack society … why should I care now, Omega?”

You sniffled, “Because you care about me?”

“You’re young, little wolf. I don’t expect you to fully understand but it's because I care that I have to do this. It will only hurt for a little while, okay?” He wasn’t asking for permission and as he pulled his face from yours, his eyes went black, and you were already screaming as his sharp canines protruded from his mouth.

He pulled your head to the side, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. As you collapsed, he kept you in his arms, and you both went down to your knees. It was an indescribable pain, paralyzing, until it wasn’t. Your vision blurred as it felt like the strongest drug rushed through your body. It was not the way you imagined you’d be marked, you surely weren’t in love, and the man who’d claimed you was unhinged.

As you slipped into the darkness, you heard someone screaming your name. You felt a little hope that you’d be saved but you couldn’t hold on longer.

You grabbed your shoulder instantly as your eyes shot open, roughly pulling yourself from slumber. You winced, your hand running over the bandaged skin, as you realized the magnitude of the situation. Taking a moment to look around your surroundings, you found that you were somewhere that you didn’t recognize.

It was a small, one-room cabin, the living room, kitchen and the bed you were on were all in the same room. A tear slipped down your face as you threw your legs over the side of the bed. Your legs were bare, your bridesmaid dress gone, and a large t-shirt was the only thing that you were wearing. He’d undressed you all the way and had no problem with it, probably due to the fact that he’d bonded you together for life.

He’d even made sure to bring Mr. Cuddlebear along though you weren’t sure anything could calm you now.

As you were about to push yourself off the bed, the cabin door opened, and a shirtless, freshly-shifted Bucky appeared. He took one look at you and his jaw clenched.

“W-Where are we?”

“Couple miles off of my territory,” He stated, shutting the door and walking to the kitchen. As he turned his back, you got up from the bed, moving cautiously towards the fireplace which was closer to the door, “So no one can bother us.”

“My Father, where is he? How did you … without him knowing …”

He reached into the cabinet, grabbing a glass to fill with tap water. You were eyeing the door, wondering if he was just pretending to be distracted by his task, “Oh, he knew,” Bucky chuckled, “He was livid, like you said, but he couldn’t do anything. He can’t touch you anymore now that you’re bitten. No one can.”

Your face fell, “But-” Bucky turned around and it hit you. The bite reshaped your chemistry and now any Alpha wouldn’t be able to get near you until you were fully mated. Alpha Fury wasn’t coming for you.

But Monica-

“Monica isn’t coming either, little wolf. Remember, I’m her Alpha now too,” Bucky moved forward, the glass in hand, “You should drink, you lost a good amount of blood.”

You stepped to the side, moving away as he approached, “You knew you’d only hurt me, even when I thought you were my friend.”

His lips pressed into a thin line as he moved closer, “I know that’s how you feel now-” You climbed onto the couch and over it as he moved closer, “Y/N, come here. Now.” You eyed the door, now closer to it than he was.

“You’re a monster.”

“Little mate, if you continue to not listen to me, I’m going to come over there, throw you over my shoulder, and tie you down to that bed for the next few days because that's just the type of mood I’m in right now.”

“I’ll never. Be. Your mate-”

The sound of breaking glass made you jump and you watched the cup crumble in his grasp. Almost falling, you made a sprint for the door. As soon as you’d gotten it open, a hand was above you, slamming it closed. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you back towards the bed.

He pushed you down onto it, making sure not to put any pressure on your bite, before climbing on top of you. He pinned down your kicking legs, saying, “You’ll hurt yourself, little mate,” He tried to console you, shushing you as you began to whimper, “Please don’t fight it anymore…” But you panicked even more as he lifted your shirt.

He gripped your thighs tightly, pulling your exposed sex to his mouth. One hand you could barely move because of the bite, the other gripped the comforter tightly, as he kissed between your thighs. Of course you’d never been touched so Bucky would be as gentle as he could manage. He also knew that your new bite would heighten every feeling he gave you and it wasn’t long before you’d be a mewling mess.

You thought that maybe you’d gone into heat, that’s why his touch felt so good, but you were very wrong. You could only imagine what it would feel like when your body craved to be pregnant. He cooled your fire, and within thirty seconds you were already having your first orgasm. He kept his mouth on you as you rode out the pleasure, not letting you take any breaks as he began to kiss up your body, moving the shirt further and further up your body.

He kissed over your mark which sent waves of pleasure through you, making him growl, “You’re mine, little mate,” Then he kissed your lips as you moaned against them. As he positioned himself between your legs, you knew what was coming.

“Bucky, please. I-I’m scared.”

“It’ll hurt just for a little while,” He assured you, reaching above you to grab Mr. Cuddlebear, “Hold on to your bear, little wolf.”

You held the stuffed bear tightly against your chest as he positioned himself at your entrance. You could feel how big he was even as you tried to avoid eye contact with him. Looking away didn’t last long as he grabbed your chin, making sure he could see your face as he slid each inch inside of you. He stretched you open, taking the air from your lungs, as you tried to adjust to the feeling.

“That’s it, I’ve got you,” He grunted, leaning down to kiss your chin. He’d slowly pull in and out of you, letting you get used to him. He kissed over your mark again, easing the pain, and turning your whimpers into moans, “Good girl, my good girl.”

“Please,” You started to wish for him to push you over the edge, to give you another orgasm, not for him to let you go. He kissed you, using his hand to rub your sensitive bulb as he pushed in and out of you, “Please, please - ah!”

Your back arched and your senses were delighted as an orgasm ripped through you. He didn’t slow, speeding up his pace, as he went back to kissing over your bite. He reached below you, pulling you further down onto his member. He was animalistic, every natural instinct in his body telling him to pleasure you until you couldn’t walk anymore and to round your belly.

You came again, this time at the same time as him, your bodies melting together as he released within you. As he laid against you, catching his breath, you could see the setting sun shining through the window. He wasn’t anything like you feared and maybe that's why you trusted him so easily.

“You’ll be happy with me one day, I promise,” He kissed your wet cheeks.

Part of you hoped you could trust him again because, after all, that mark was forever.

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So I feel bad cuz I’m pretty bad at actually drawing my ideas and uploading them... I have a bunch of doodles and concepts on my ipad that I haven’t finished yet 😅. Pokemon teams, superhero AU, some angst etc. (I have a lot of notes and stuff but comparatively few drawings).

So I decided to just upload some wing designs I have for the boys since I’ve seen some Wingfic stuff going around again! (The writing in-between is just a small info dump on which birds inspired me/what I based their wings on for anyone who is curious! So feel free to skip it or guess the birds before reading (it’s always two bird species per Link btw.)).

(I’m begging, pls ignore the akward standing pose I used for all of them. And the face markings! They look weird...)

I based Sky’s wings on a golden pheasant, and a red macaw. Felt fitting to give him red wings! And I couldn’t miss up the opportunity to add some master sword coloration with the purple and blue hues.

Four is obviously based on a hummingbird (long-tailed sylph to be more specific!), but the second bird I used as inspiration was the quetzal. It added the red underside and the long green feathers that would trail after Four (they would also be a bit longer than they are here).

Both him and Sky (and the hylians in their worlds) are very colourful compared to the others, because the bright feathers wouldn’t attract danger in their eras (the monsters were sealed away (Four) or couldn’t reach them above the clouds (Sky).

Time’s wing structure is based on owls, so he is also the most silent during flight! I wanted his wings to be gold-ish in colour so I based him on a barn owl, but I also wanted something more dangerous for him (barn owls are surprisingly small). So I added some golden eagle into the mix.

(His wings are also the most plain(?) I guess, since I had trouble imagining him with something more decorative/complicated)

I’d imagine when he turns into the feirce deity the wings grow in size and turn snow-white (like a snow owl, maybe with reflective silver instead of black markings?). Maybe grow some white peacock feathers for the tail too, he can afford to be flashy XD.

Twilight has the biggest wingspan of them all. I based him on a bearded vulture (they have the 6th biggest wingspan of all birds! Well, according to one lazy google search at least...), since I thought it fitting that he is a bird with a lot of negative stigma attached (like with his wolf transformation, vultures are rarely -if ever- considered good). They also eat bones, which also matches! And yes, their eyes are red which looks pretty damn cool.

The second bird that inspired me was the turquoise browed motmot (long tail feathers), but I’m still fighting with myself about whether I should make the feathers on the outside turquoise or not... either way I really like the sunset colours :)

For Wild I chose an osprey, I wanted a bird that mostly ate fish and lived near bodies of water because of Mipha.

...admittedly that reasoning made more sense in my head.

However! I was also inspired by magpies. Wild will absolutely pick up and keep any shiny object that he finds! Hurray for scavengers!

Eagle-ish wings! I based him on the secretary bird, it seemed extra enough for him. Though I just really like the look of those birds (really pretty!). Mixed with some major mitchell’s cockatoo for the beautiful fade from pink/light red to white.

(I’d imagine he’s low-key jealous of Sky and Four because their wings are so colourful.)

Again, like with Four, I went with the obvious choice; a seagull. Though I also sprinkled in some bluejay for the beautiful feather coloration.

Wind really likes how closely his wings match those from Warrior (since he looks up to him) both their wings have a softly fading colour on the inside and feathers darkening in layers on their backs. He just thinks it’s neat.

The first bird I looked at for Legend was the southern carmine bee eater, it has a pink-ish body and a blue/green crown of feathers on it’s head. I mean, that just screamed Legend to me.

The second bird I chose was the peregrine falcon, the fastest bird in the sky! After all, Legend is the only one of the chain to always wears his pegasus boots.

One of my personal favourite wing designs! Hyrule was mostly inspired by a starling, I wanted him to appear more... magical? And the white spots remind me of stars (well, it’s a starling). The inside of his wings is very loosely based on the great grey shrike, a slightly brutal bird, which fits well with the consensus that he lives in the grittiest Hyrule.

(They impale their live prey on on thorns for anyone who is curious.)

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If any of them look kinda strange, it’s probably because I tried to make them all look unique. With the exception of Twilight. I wanted him to look slightly similar to both Wild and Time (main reason why I am contemplating adding some blue-ish colour). Brown and yellow/gold from time, and that dark border on the edge of his primary feathers was inspired by Wild (like Twi he is also mainly brown).

I also actively avoided making their wings green because most of them already wear green tunics, and that’s just too much.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu sky #lu four #lu time #lu twilight #lu wild #lu warriors #lu wind #lu legend #lu hyrule #making the first three was fun!#everything after made me hate myself :)#they all wear grey because they got a visit from duchess rowena #she is teaching them how to behave more like civil people #and less like forest gremlins #and if you know who I’m talking about you deserve a seniors discount

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inforapound · 3 years

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The Devil Inside - Part 5

Thanks for reading. I’m going with a couple of shorter chapters instead of one long finale. Hope you like it.

Pairing - Ivar and reader

Warnings - dark Ivar, explicit smut, bad relationship, toxic love

By the following night without a word from Ivar, not a single call or text, and no sign of the black Camaro, you were no longer laughing. It felt like your world had collapsed to the ground. And, that alone was confusing as he was the one who had been such a prick. Right? Hadn’t he? Still, it was impossible to escape the feeling of guilt and some hard-to-define panic.

Your Ivar! Your beautiful, intense, complicated Ivar; his only fault being how much he loved you.

Was it actually over, you wondered for the zillionth time? Could the two of you work it out or would you never speak again? Would he ghost you? Ah yes, that was the fear creating the panic; you were worried he would write you off as though you had never existed. Just that idea, despite his display of rage, made your blood run cold and your heart straight-up rejected the notion that you were better off without him.

After months of the two of you cocooning away and blowing off the world, you were grateful, grateful, that your two best friends had your back. One look at your pale, despondent face the previous day, walking into class, and they flew into BBF mode.

God, they were great but you questioned their thinking. How would going out, within 24 hours of your love story ending, possibly help you?

But… there you sat in your room wearing a one-shouldered purple dress and strappy heels while Amanda carefully lined your lips and Kim flat ironed your hair. They yattered away as if to distract you, talking about what an asshole Ivar was, a complete psycho, and thank god you hadn’t slept with him. Eeeek, all that solidarity, and you had given them a watered-down version of what had happened during the fight.

Barely taking in their words, you thought over and over all that had been said in his car, questioning if it had truly been that bad. It felt awful at the time, but things seemed different after such a long time without hearing from him. Did it mean you had forgiven him? Definitely not but you still felt like a balloon bouncing in the wind without your Ivar.

Under it all, he just needed you and the thought of you with another guy was more than he could process. How can that be a bad thing? And it had been you, YOU, who desecrated his most treasured possession, his beloved mother’s necklace, a necklace he had imparted so lovingly. Wasn’t your behaviour as bad or even worse? Could he forgive you?

Tears rose in your eyes making the girls stop and stare, looking like a pair of barn owls.

“Oh babe,” Kim whispered squeezing your shoulder and Amanda leaned in, looking as if she was pitying a dog.

“Tonight is exactly what you need,” she nodded. “The dance will take your mind off of everything. Trust me.”

WELL, THAT WAS A FUCKING LIE.

The school gymnasium was dark and stuffy, the music pounding and the strobes seemed to flash all the way into your brain. It was the last place you needed to be! God! Every guy wearing a leather jacket made you do a double-take and Ivar’s absence screamed louder than the noise. Just twenty feet away your friends were dancing and yet you had never felt so alone. That must have been how Ivar felt, that day on the road, watching you run away from him. Your poor, love….. Where was he?

“Is it really you? Are you honestly here?” asked Mark Hasting as he, all-of-sudden, appeared at your side, reeking of weed and smiling one of his squinty-eyed smiles. “Mr. Lothbrok let you out of his grasp for a night. I almost don’t believe it.”

Not a word came out of your mouth and you looked from Mark back to the dance floor unable to tell him that the two of you had broken up. And….. that it was all your fault. Instead of easing Ivar’s fears, you had doused gasoline on his pain. Should you tell Mark that? What a horrible person you were? Oh god, what had you done?

Taking a deep breath, a gasp really, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“Mark?” you cried out and it turned into a sob.

“Yea, heeey, what’s wrong?” he scrunched his forehead with concern and stepped closer.

“Can you give me a lift home? I can’t be here right now.”

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Waving your thanks to Mark, you watched him reverse out of the driveway and closed the front door. Not taking the time to remove your coat or turn on the lights, you riffled through your purse looking for your phone. You had to find Ivar.

Would you call or text? Call! Yes, calling would be better and if he didn’t answer, you’d go straight over to his house. Oh god, that was a nerve-wracking thought, driving over and just walking in. What if he wasn’t alone...what if some chic was there? Your mind began to spin as your insecurities played tricks despite knowing, in your heart-of-hearts, how unlikely that was.

Bringing his number up on our phone, you headed through your dark kitchen toward your room, your ears still humming from the music at the dance. Staring at his number, you slowed to a stop and leaned against the hallway wall, sliding down to sit on the carpet. It was time.... and it felt scary as you had no idea where to start and Ivar was not a guy to make things easy. It was no stretch of the imagination to envision him picking up and not saying a word, just listening on the other end as you stuttered on. Regardless, there were things that needed to be said and for your part in the horrible mess, you wouldn’t keep score. Honestly, how could any girl keep score who dated Ivar Lothbrok?

Deep breath in, you steadied your nerves and hit dial, your ear pressed to the phone as it began to ring. Waiting, listening, holding your breath, you didn’t at first hear the faint buzzing sound. It was when you lowered the phone that it captured your attention. Ending the call, you sat straining to identify it but all was quiet in the house; the sound was gone. Tapping his number again, you redialed, keeping the phone in your lap, your eyes fixed on the screen. The ringing began again along with that same buzzing.

Holy shit! Ivar was there! Somewhere in the house with his phone!

Ending the call, you weren’t sure what to do but panic hit your chest, and as if on autopilot, you silently pushed yourself up to stand. You didn’t call out his name, instead, walked, tiptoed, to your bedroom door hesitating when your hand touched the handle. Why weren’t you calling out to him? Why was your door closed?

A thousand thoughts and feelings swirled in your head but none you could name. Snap out of it, you blasted yourself! It’s Ivar, your boyfriend, your true love; the guy you had been pining for all day. Not some intruder on the other side of the door ready to do horrible things. Right? Of course not…. Of course not….you repeated to yourself.

Carefully you turned the knob and slowly pushed open the door. Your room was dark and at the end of your bed sat a hooded figure... waiting. The light was too dim to see his face and his hood concealed his outline. It was the tension in the air and the way his head suddenly tilted to one side, looking in your direction, that confirmed it was him.

“Oh my god!” you finally cried, and swiped the wall, hitting the light-switch on; both of you instantly recoiling and squinting from the brightness. “Ivar! You terrified me!”

Making no move to stand, he kept looking at you, his eyes skipping over your face and down your body, clearly analyzing the details of your appearance. It was his forced, joyless laugh that made every muscle in your body tense. Steadying himself, he fell silent before sighing in a way that gave no indication of his state of mind. Lifting his hand, he flicked his fingers, beckoning you closer, his wicked blue eyes conveying that all was not well.

Placing your phone on your dresser, you removed your coat, throwing it to the floor, and stepped out of your shoes. Walking toward him, you lowered to the carpet and stood on your knees, pushing in between his legs. He never took his eyes off yours and your mouth went dry from the intensity.

So fast it made you flinch, he brought his hands up and cupped your cheeks. Normally it would have melted your heart but his steeliness strummed all your nerves.

“Ivar?” you peered up into his bottomless eyes, his brows furrowed. “Babe, I was just calling you. All-day, I.…”

“Where are your parents?” he cut you off. “They’ve been gone all day.”

“Oh...” you hesitated, ignoring how he knew that, “They’re away. My mom is gone until Tuesday, my dad was supposed to be back tonight but his flight got messed up. He’ll be back tomorrow.”

It was hard to know what answer he was looking for, but that didn’t seem it as his face remained unchanged.

“They leave you alone over-night? A teenage girl with a bedroom on the ground floor and her fucking window unlocked. Any creep could get in.”

The irony was lost on him and pointing it out was not the thing to do. Instead, you waited for him to finish, knowing he didn’t actually want you to answer.

Not taking his eyes off you, he seemed to grimace as he, again, scanned your cheeks, and eyes and mouth, his eyelids narrowing further.

“And who are you so dressed up for, hmm? Mark?”

“No!” you rushed. “He just gave me a ride home from the dance. I asked him to. I was crying.”

That admission made his face flicker but only slightly.

“I was upset about our fight and missing you,” you explained.

Using your courage, you raised your hands and finally touched him, resting them on his thighs.

Instantly, he turned and you thought for a moment he was moving away but instead, he leaned back and grabbed the box of tissues from the nightstand.

“It's okay, I’m not upset anymore. Thank you,” your eyes flitted down to the yellow box he held up for you.

“No,” his face tightened, “Wipe your face. Take that stuff off.”

“Wha?”

“That lipstick,” he quipped, lifting his eyebrows and glancing at the box, urging you on. “And that crap on your cheeks.”

Slowly, you grabbed a tissue, pulling it from the box, another withdrawing behind. As you wiped the pink gloss from your mouth, and blush from your skin, he reached up and pushed his hood back, exposing the extent of his exhaustion; his pale face and dark ringed eyes and messy hair that for the first time had no product in it. Seeing his weariness, you wondered what kind of sleepless and heart-broken roller-coaster he, himself, had been on since your fight.

Grabbing the dirty Kleenex from you, he tossed it onto the floor and took your chin in his hand making you wish he would just break the tension and kiss you.

“You know I don’t like you wearing make-up.”

“I know, it's just...”

“It’s just what?”

“I don’t know,” you tried to look down, but he held your face in place, forcing you to look at him. You felt as if you were being scolded

“You don’t need that shit. You are so beautiful.” Shaking his head, his eyes lowered for a second and he sighed your name, his body and defenses softening and you jumped at the opening.

“Ivar,” you whispered, rubbing your hands over his jeans. “Babe,” you cooed softly making him close his eyes, frowning as if your affection pained him.

“What the fuck am I going to do with you?” he said quietly, opening his eyes and glaring. “What am I going to do?”

“Kiss me,” you replied despite his harsh look, thinking of the first day he picked you up at lunch. “Kiss me, and everything else will come,” you whispered and his face began to blur as tears rose in your eyes.

And like that, his mouth was on you, his hands holding your face, his breath revealing his relief and his whimper giving away his desperation. Your sweetheart was aching for you, all this time, but he had no idea what to do. His tongue pushed inside your mouth, his lips demanding more and you lifted your hands and gripped his hoodie, bracing yourself from the force of his emotions. Your beautiful Ivar had been adrift without you. Utterly lost!

Pulling back, he stared at you, his face filled with agony. “I love you so much,” he whispered, his own eyes filling with tears.

“I love you too,” you murmured back.

“Never. Reject. Me. Again,” he articulated as his nostrils flared, his threat easy to hear but you could see past it. “From this moment on, this second on, we belong to each other. Even more than we did before. Do you hear me? You. Are. Mine.”

“I was always yours, Ivar,” you sounded like you were pleading for him to believe you. “And I always, always, will be. I need you,” you whispered.

“I need you,” he repeated back as if swearing a vow. “Now,” he let go of your face and straightened. “Show me,” he jerked his chin and the slightest wave of arrogance came over him. “Show me,” he said again, raising his dark eyebrows expectantly. “With your mouth.”

What?

Was this a test, you wondered, wishing he’d continue touching you with the same love and need you felt just an instant ago. But of course his defenses were still up; he was searching for reassurance. The same reassurance you didn’t give the day before making the situation explode. Your poor Ivar, you would not let him down twice.

Nodding, you looked down at his lap, running your hands over the bulge in his jeans. If this was what he needed to feel your devotion, you would indulge him. In a flash, your quick hands had his jeans open, his beautiful cock upright in your grasp. It always amazed you how smooth his skin looked, his head a shade darker than the rest but all flawless with the slightest sheen.

Leaning down, you took him into your mouth, loving how it felt and his hand grabbed the back of your neck, not pushing but letting you know that he could. God, he tasted amazing; salty and clean and you tightened your fingers around his base and started to move.

Oh how you loved the way he hissed when you bobbed your mouth up and down, his hips jerking and his grip on your neck getting tight. Each time you took him into the back of your throat, it triggered that reflex and like some submissive craving pain, you were instantly turned on. What was wrong with you that the idea of suffocating on him made you wet? Picking up your pace made him moan and you began to slam down a little harder and a touch further each time, making yourself gag.

“Fuck!” he snarled in response clearly loving the sounds of it. “You want to choke on my dick, baby? Hmm?” he grunted out into the room. “Aw fuck I missed you. Last night and all fucking day, I missed you....so much.”

On you moved, and sucked and slurped, your lips sliding down his shaft, your throat getting used to the roughness.

“I’m so lucky to be with you. Fuck!” he growled, rolling his hips up toward your mouth. “I don’t give a shit about that other guy anymore. None of that matters. I just want to be with you. I love you.”

That was the closest you knew he‘d ever come to apologizing.

“Yea, baby, suck it,” he groaned again, “Suck my cock. You’re so beautiful. But don’t get greedy, I have plans for you tonight.”

Reaching down he yanked up the skirt of your purple dress, shimmying it higher until it was above your waist and you were kneeling in your thong. He obviously liked it as he growled and slapped your ass hard before pulling you off of him, his eyes staring at your mouth which must have looked red and puffy and totally wrecked.

“Get on the bed and open your legs.”

“Pardon?” your eyes flashed wide.

“I’m going to make you mine.”

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writer-monster · 3 years

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Picking Up The Pieces - Chapter 1

Sambucky. Slow burn. Friends to lovers. Longfic.

03/05

Sam sits in the van with Bucky and Steve. It’s quiet, now. It never used to be quiet like this. Not until “Bucky” joined the team.

Sam bites his lip. As bad as it sounds, he really wishes Barnes weren’t a part of their team at this particular moment. Because if it were just him and Steve, they would be laughing and talking and having fun and taking their mind off of the fact that they’re about to be risking their lives in battle.

But now… it’s hard to think about anything but that. The fighting, the danger, the death. How every adrenaline fuelled heartbeat could be their last. And Barnes just sits there, looking like death (only slightly) warmed up.

Sam has seen plenty of soldiers who've been traumatised, in fact he's helped many of them deal with their trauma. He’s seen coldness, anger and apathy. But he’s never met a guy like this. And it’s hard to explain, but James Barnes bothers him, in a way that no one else has ever bothered him before.

Which is a particularly weird way to feel about a guy who is your closest friend’s other closest friend, and your co-worker. It isn’t hate… but maybe it’s close to it.

Barnes clears his throat and frowns over at Sam, his long hair swinging over his face.

“What?” Sam asks.

“You’re looking at me.” Barnes says.

“I’m not allowed to look at you, now?” Sam asks.

“Could you guys please stop it?” Steve interrupts. “I get that Bucky’s a new face, and that you both need some time to adjust, but…”

Barnes looks down at his own shoes through hooded eyes, his expression blank. And Sam wishes he could know what he was thinking right at this moment.

Then Barnes snorts gently to himself. He looks back up at both of them, with something that’s almost a smile inching its way onto his face. “Heh. New face.”

Sam and Steve exchange a look of mutual confusion, and Steve shrugs.

Bucky’s smile fades almost instantly. “Because I’m very old.” He says, avoiding Sam’s gaze.

“Oh.” Steve says, putting on a fake, watery smile. “That’s funny, yeah.”

His voice doesn’t sound at all convincing.

When they’re out in the field, however, everything changes.

Bucky and Sam work together like they were made for this. Their eyes meet across the battlefield and it’s like an instant connection. Barnes actually grins, and Sam grins back. Sam kicks a guy in the chest and Barnes catches the flailing bad guy, and knocks him out with one punch.

“Thanks for the assist.” Sam says, landing smoothly next to Bucky, his wings still outstretched.

But Barnes turns away again just a moment after their eyes meet, his long hair hiding his face from Sam’s view. He doesn’t say anything at all.

“You’re welcome, Sam. Is the polite thing to say.” Sam says snarkily, before punching another AIM soldier in the face.

“What’s your problem?” Bucky asks, barely dodging the next soldier’s blow, and wavering a little on his feet.

“My problem? What’s your problem?” Sam asks, grabbing the soldier that almost hit Barnes and kicking him in the back of the knees, with one hand still tight around his arm. The AIM soldier falls to his knees, struggling to get his arm back from Sam’s grip so he can turn around and fight back.

“I haven’t got one.” Bucky punches the struggling AIM soldier in the gut.

“I haven’t got one either.” Sam lets the guy go, where he falls to the ground clutching at his stomach.

“So then why are we fighting?” Barnes asks. He takes a step back.

“Sounds like you two… need couple’s therapy.” The AIM soldier wheezes from the ground. “My wife and I used to fight like this all the time… before we went.”

Barnes glares at the AIM soldier like he very much wants to punch him again.

Sam raises his eyebrows. “Oh, you’re good. You should quit the whole AIM terrorism business and join a comedy club.” He says dryly.

The AIM soldier looks nervously at Barnes (who is still glaring daggers at him), then turns to Sam. “Could you tell Scary over there that I’m down for the count, already? Please?”

Sam grins. “Hey Scary! He’s down for the count, already.” He says cheekily to Barnes, who glares even more fiercely, now at the both of them, before turning on his heel and stalking away.

“Hey Scary!” Sam calls out as Barnes walks away. But Barnes doesn’t turn around. What he does do is give Sam the finger.

“Oooh.” Sam says softly.

“I wasn’t joking about the couple’s therapy.” The AIM soldier says.

“We’re really not a couple, dude.” Sam says. “I don’t even like the guy.”

The AIM soldier chuckles. “That’s exactly how I felt about my wife when I first met her. I remember at the time thinking that her theories were derivative and that she was a total stuck-up… well, B-word, really. We spent months just tolerating each other’s constant presence. Until one day I saw her in the lab when she wasn’t supposed to be there. It was two AM, you see. And I was just there to fetch some notes that I forgot. Her hair was in a messy bun, and her eyes were all pink from crying. I didn’t say a word, I just held her in my arms and kissed her, and told her everything would be alright. And that was that. I knew in that moment that I loved her.”

Sam gives the AIM soldier an odd look. “Yeah, well… Somehow, I don’t really think that’s going to happen in this case.” “Sorry to burst your bubble.” He adds sarcastically.

“Hey.” Barnes says as Sam joins him in the van, ready to go back to base. “You’re welcome.”

Sam turns to stare at Barnes in disbelief. “Seriously, go fuck yourself.” He mutters. “Stuck up asshole.”

“No, really, Sam. You’re welcome.” Barnes says teasingly. “Isn’t that what I’m supposed to say?”

Steve finally gets into the van and joins them.

“Steve, are you sure I can’t punch the new guy?” Sam asks, just begging Steve to say yes.

“I think you know.” Steve said, before turning to Barnes. “And what did you do?”

“He keeps saying you’re welcome.” Sam says.

“That’s all?” Steve asks, wrinkling his nose.

“But you haven’t heard the way he says it.”

“Can you guys please just get along? Please? For my sake?” Steve asks, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers and wrinkling his forehead. “I can’t keep doing this. It’s ridiculous. You guys need to get along.”

Sam sighs. “Fine. I’ll try.” He says.

Steve smiles happily. “Fantastic. Bucky?”

Bucky stares at his own hands, clenched together in his lap.

“Ok.”

“Good.” Steve says.

03/22

It’s three weeks later, and Steve has sat them down and made them make that same promise to get along exactly forty-seven times since then.

Sam’s been counting.

Sam’s been counting so that he can bring it up to annoy Barnes. He's thinking of waiting until Steve lectures them both for the fiftieth time, and throwing a little anniversary celebration in honour of the momentous occasion. Just to piss him off, and he knew it would.

And Barnes deserves it too. He’d gained confidence since he’d joined the team, but that had only led to him blossoming into the most annoying little shit on the face of the earth.

Recently Barnes had taken to making bad bird puns. If Sam showed off with an aerial stunt in the middle of battle, Barnes would accuse him of ‘peacocking around’, and then just make the most unbearable smirk imaginable.

If he was the first to spot something in any given scenario, be it a signpost or a bad guy, Barnes would almost certainly comment on how he was ‘eagle eyed’.

Once Sam had been tired on a mission, and Barnes had called him a ‘night owl’.

It was on.

03/23

He doesn’t have to wait long for fifty times either. As it happens the very next day at Steve’s apartment, and Sam is ready.

As Steve lectures them both, looking considerably more exhausted and downright cranky than Sam has ever seen him before, Sam pulls a carefully wrapped package out of one of the pouches at his belt.

“Hey, Scary. Over here.” Sam says, tossing Bucky the present.

“What the hell is this?” Bucky asks.

Sam gestures at Steve. “It is officially the fiftieth anniversary of you annoying me. Steve here’s been kind enough to keep count of all the times and mark the occasions for us. Haven’t you, Steve?”

Steve glares at Sam. Actually glares at him. Although to be fair, he glares at Bucky too. “I’m seriously starting to reconsider being friends with either of you, anymore.” He grumbles. “I’m going to go take some Tylenol.”

Steve leaves them alone as Barnes unwraps his present suspiciously.

It’s a book entitled ‘How Not to Be a Dick: An Everyday Etiquette Guide’.

Barnes starts shaking. For just a moment Sam is worried that perhaps he might have taken it too far.

Until he realises that Barnes is laughing.

“I think we might need to share it.” Barnes says, covering his mouth. But Sam can tell he’s grinning behind his hand.

“Maybe we do.” Sam admits, smiling to himself as well.

“Steve’s missing a very special moment.” Barnes says.

“Yeah, he is. What’s wrong with him?” Sam jokes.

Barnes looks pensive for a moment. “He actually has been getting a lot of headaches lately. Is that normal?”

Sam dismisses his concerns with a shake of his head. “He’s exaggerating, he’s not really got a headache. He’s just sick of having to deal with us.”

“No. He’s not exaggerating. That wrinkle across his brow, it’s the same one he always used to get whenever he got a migraine, back before the Super-Soldier Program.” Barnes insists.

Sam frowns. “I didn’t know. But he doesn't normally get headaches. Not since I’ve known him.”

Bucky and Sam exchange a quick look.

“Well, I’m sure he’s alright.” Barnes eventually says. “He would have told us if he was really unwell, since he’d be putting us in danger anyways, fighting alongside us if he was.”

“Yeah.” Sam says. “You’re right.”

Barnes turns the book around and reads the back with a half-smile.

“You’re a good friend to him.” He says.

“So are you.”

Barnes shakes his head. “Not me. I’m a bit of a wreck. I’m not sure I’m even capable of being anyone’s friend.”

“Then what are we?” Sam asks. His voice wavers a little. He almost can’t believe he said that, because of course they’re not friends, they’re-

Bucky considers this for a bit, like he kind of wants to go back and admit that he’s wrong but is desperately trying to think of another option out of sheer stubbornness. “Soulmates, I guess.” He eventually says with a shrug.

“Ok, what the hell?” Sam asks, in pure surprise (and a little bit of horror). “We are definitely not soulmates.”

“No, it’s not soulmates like ‘people who like each other’.” Bucky says. “I just meant… That we’re very similar in some ways. Like we kinda think the same. I don’t know, like we’re on the same wavelength, maybe?”

“Not similar, no. We are… very different people. But I do kind of get what you mean about being on the same wavelength. It’s kind of like I know you. Even though I’ve only known you for three weeks it’s like I know you.” Sam admits.

“Exactly!” Barnes says. “Yes! It’s weird!”

“You’ve got a kusare-en, dummies. That’s an undesirable but unavoidable relationship.” Clint Barton says from the corner, where he’s chewing on a sandwich made from ingredients raided from Steve’s fridge.

Sam and Barnes both jump in surprise. They hadn’t even noticed that he was there.

Sam goes wide eyed when Barnes suddenly lunges towards Clint with his metal arm drawn back for a heavy punch. Without thinking, Sam grabs Barnes by the shoulder.

Barnes actually stops. He stops dead, still and silent.

“What were you thinking, sneaking up on Barnes?” Sam hisses in exasperation.

Clint just shrugs. He hadn’t even looked concerned when Barnes was charging him.

“You okay… Bucky?” Sam asks. And it’s the first time he ever called him anything but Barnes.

Bucky turns around. He’s stiff as a board and something about his eyes doesn’t look right, like they aren’t focused properly, Sam thinks.

He nods once, then brushes Sam’s hand off his shoulder and slips from the room. A part of Sam wonders if he’s going to see Steve. They seem to have an especially close relationship at times like this one.

And when Barnes is having a particularly bad day, it isn’t that unusual for him and Steve to sleep in the same bed, huddled together with their arms around each other. Sam had walked in on them like that before, been completely shocked, but both of them had assured him that they weren’t actually together and that it really wasn’t sexual.

Sam still isn’t sure that he believes them about that. Because he’s had girlfriends that he hasn’t been that intimate with.

“Kusare-en.” Sam mutters. “Sounds about right.”

He almost waits for a response, until he realises that Clint is gone.

03/29

Sam wakes up. He clutches at his head. He feels… oddly hung over. But not sore, just sluggish. And the only thing that he can remember from last night is laughing with a girl who seemed really, really into him.

But there’s no way he was drinking last night. Absolutely no way. He didn’t drink. Ever. And today he was supposed to have a mission, a really important mission. And he would never-

He looks at the clock. It’s ten-thirty already. Sam scrambles to his feet and rushes to get dressed, stumbling from his apartment in a desperate daze. Can he still make it there in time?

As he races to his meeting he rushes past a television store where a small crowd of people are watching the news. “I told you.” He hears someone whisper. “There’s no such thing as a hero. They’re all just freaks in costume.”

He keeps running. He takes the first stairway down into the subway, and hops on a train. He’d normally drive, but there's something kind of off about his co-ordination and he doesn’t trust himself to. He clutches at his head in confusion. He doesn’t drink. So how is this possible? Is he having a stroke or something?

He looks briefly up at the wall of the train, where a tiny screen shows their progress through the stations. The newsreels scroll down the bottom of the screen. The one that’s currently scrolling says, ‘AIM Scientist killed by-‘

Sam rubs his eyes. He’s got a few more stops to go, and then a light 1k jog over to the building. Normally that would be a breeze, but today he’s got to psyche himself up for it or he may just puke his guts out.

He thinks carefully about what could have happened last night. How could he have possibly lost control of himself? He tried to remember the girl, tried to picture her face. She had dark hair, he remembers that. She had… come up and introduced herself to him? At the supermarket, maybe? But he can’t remember a name.

Sam worries gently at the inside of his cheek with his tongue. He remembers her silver rings, the shine of them in pale light. The way she laughed and whispered in his ear… ‘Hail Hydra’.

Sam draws in a sharp breath, his eyes widen, and he suddenly feels more awake than ever. She said… Hail Hydra?

He swallows and stands up. This… this is his stop. He’s gotta go. He’s got to make this mission. But something inside of him begs him not to go, for fear of what he may find when he arrives.

Nevertheless he steps out of the train. He walks, quickly and purposefully towards the building where he’s supposed to meet them. He doesn’t want to think about last night. This mission is really important and people are relying on him. He can’t let them down. He knows he isn’t brainwashed, because he remembers Barnes telling him that the brainwashing always gives you a headache. And he hasn’t got a headache.

He stops when he feels something cold on his neck. A SHIELD tactical squad surround him. Sam feels his heart sink into the ground at his feet.

“You’re under arrest.”

“For what?” Sam asks, as his hands are tied roughly behind his back.

“For murder.”

Sam is taken to a small room on the SHIELD base. It feels wrong to be on this side of that door. He lifts his head as Steve bursts into the room.

“Sam!” Steve wraps him up in a tight hug. “Don’t think for one second that I believe them! Not for one single second!”

Sam hugs Steve back without a word.

“Someone must have stolen your wingsuit. That’s the only explanation.” Steve says.

Sam nods. Although no one’s told him exactly what happened yet. All he’s sure of is that it wasn’t him.

“What about your alibi? Have you got one for last night? You must have one. You’ve got to be prepared.” Steve says worriedly, clutching Sam even tighter.

“Steve.” Sam says. “Last night… something happened. I don’t know. It was Hydra. Hydra did something… but… I can’t remember, Steve!”

Steve stiffens. “What did they do?”

“I don’t remember!” Sam insists. “But I think they drugged me!”

The look on Steve’s face is pained. He swallows and nods. Then he steps back. Sam starts to panic. Steve’s leaving already?

“Bucky wants to talk to you.” Steve says, and Sam looks at him in confusion. Barnes wants to talk to him? Barnes? Why would he?

“It’ll be ok, Sam.” Steve says, already backing away. “I promise, it’ll be okay.”

He shuts the door. And a few minutes later, Barnes opens it.

Sam stares at Barnes in confusion. To his frank relief Barnes doesn’t hug him like Steve. Instead he strides up to him and grabs him by the cheeks, first lifting up one eyelid, and then the other.

Sam struggles out of Barnes’ grip. “What’s that for.”

“I’m checking to see if they brainwashed you.” Barnes says. “And they didn’t.”

“Steve told you?” Sam asks. “About Hydra?”

Barnes frowns. “No. What about Hydra?”

“Something happened last night, and Hydra were involved. And I just… can’t…”

“Remember.” Barnes says.

“Yes.”

Barnes looks thoughtful.

“I’m going to say things now. Either nod or shake your head, for yes or no. If you don’t know, it’s no. Nod if you’re ready.”

Sam nods.

“Elizabeth.”

Sam shakes his head.

“Red.”

Sam shakes his head again.

“Silver.”

Sam nods. Barnes has no reaction.

“Pain.”

Sam shakes his head.

“Drugged?”

Sam nods.

Barnes bites his lip.

“You didn’t do it.” He says.

“I didn’t do it!” Sam repeats. He’s getting emotional, even though he’s trying very hard not to.

And all of a sudden, Barnes hugs him.

Sam’s thoughts become a confused whirlwind, as Barnes presses his lips to Sam’s ear.

“Tonight at one. I’ll be here. You be ready.” Barnes whispers. “You got that?”

Sam clutches Barnes back a little tighter in response.

“Good.” Barnes says, before pulling away.

03/30

The clock strikes one. Sam waits with bated breath for Barnes to walk through that door. And at one-twelve the door opens.

“Sorry I’m late.” Barnes grumbles. “Come on, quickly. Come with me.”

Sam follows him. “Where are we going?”

“We’re going to run.” Barnes says, as they make their way through the familiar corridors of the SHIELD base.

Sam stops short. “Maybe I should go back. Maybe I shouldn’t run. This’ll just make things worse.”

Barnes turns around. “Hydra did this, Sam. And Hydra don’t leave loose ends. They don’t fight fair either, which means we can’t afford to do this on their terms.”

Something in Barnes’ eyes is deeply genuine, and Sam feels shocked to realise just how much he trusts him.

Soon, they pass a pair of passed out SHIELD agents as they go through a doorway.

“I’ve seen it before.” Barnes says quietly, as if he’s explaining himself for the knocked out SHIELD agents. “I’ve seen this before, and it never ends well. Hydra’s loose ends tend to end up dead.”

The drive is silent. And awkward. And not for the reasons Sam’s used to.

“Where’s Steve?” Sam asks.

Barnes tightens his hands on the steering wheel. “He’s not coming.” Then there’s a little pause. “It’s just me.”

There’s a burning question in the back of Sam’s mind. Why exactly is Barnes helping him?

Instead, he keeps his head down, and tries to focus on remembering. If he can remember exactly what happened to him, then maybe he’ll remember something important. Something worth remembering, maybe something that can clear his name. Or at least give him an idea of why this is happening.

“Do you know what happened? Why they brought you in?” Barnes asks.

“No.”

Barnes takes a breath. “There was a scientist amongst the AIM personnel we brought in, who claimed he had information that could bring Hydra to its knees. He was being transported to the Helicarrier for questioning when he and the agents moving him were attacked and killed by someone wearing your wingsuit. But obviously not you.”

Barnes taps a finger against the wheel.

“It was under cover of night and there were no survivors. The whole thing was filmed on a cell phone from a distance, and the face of the attacker was never visible at any time.”

“You’re sure it was my wingsuit? And if so, how could they have gotten ahold of it?”

“Yeah. I checked and it is gone.” Barnes says. “But that’s the problem. It could only be accessed by members of our team, plus Director Fury, Maria Hill and a few other high level agents, right? Unless someone got the codes some other way.”

“My biggest question in all of this, is why you?” Barnes says, his jaw tense. “I know Hydra. Actually better than I know myself. They could have picked a patsy that’d draw less attention. Someone lower down in SHIELD. Someone who isn’t as much in the public eye.”

“I don’t know.” Sam says. “I have no idea.”

Barnes nods. “Don’t rush yourself. Don’t try to remember all at once, or push yourself to think of a reason why. Just keep it in mind. It’ll come to you, eventually.”

Sam takes a deep breath and nods.

Barnes drives straight ahead. And Sam tries his best to fall asleep. He’d probably have to take over later, drive in shifts, so they can keep moving.

It occurs to Sam, as he’s drifting off, that this makes Barnes a fugitive too. That he’d just gone and given up everything, in the blink of an eye. They’d known each other a month and he’d given up everything.

Barnes had even left behind Steve. And Sam knew how close they were. Whatever they were to each other, be it lovers or something else, Barnes had just left it all behind for Sam. And Sam doesn’t know how to feel about that.

Sam finally falls into a restless sleep as Bucky drives along the highway. Bucky doesn’t notice. His eyes scan the road ahead carefully, watching out for suspicious vehicles. His gaze flickers to the dashboard clock and he bites his lip. He does a mental check of his weapons. One metal arm. Check. (Because it counts.) Three hidden-carry handguns. Check. Four machine guns in the trunk. Check. Knives strapped to his right arm, right shin, left thigh, right shoulder and lower back. Check. That last one in particular felt deeply uncomfortable against the car seat. He’d carried extra weapons into the SHIELD facility just in case he got caught, and so that he could hand those extras over to Sam once they were out of there.

He breathes in and breathes out again. He can do this. He knows he can do this. He can keep him safe. Those Hydra bastards will not touch his… his friend. Sam Wilson is his friend.

He counts one more. Not a weapon. His book, the one Sam had given him. It’d been brought with him and tossed into the glove box without giving it a thought. It was the only thing he’d brought with him that wasn’t either dangerous or food.

Bucky remembers the title and stifles a smile.

He’s helping a good man. And for once in the Winter Soldier’s life, he’s saving someone’s life instead of taking it away. More than that, he’s helping a friend.

Steve, he’s sure, would be proud.

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won’t you bring me an angel? part II

Part I

Pairing: Jasper Whitlock (Hale) x Reader

Summary: You find yourself to be a victim of Maria’s growing newborn army in Southern Texas. Maria finds your ability more than special, but a weapon. What she doesn’t expect is for you to be as defiant as others and to Maria’s dismay, you just happen to grow close with Major Jasper Whitlock.

Warnings: Mentions of death

Word Count: 5K

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The first week of being a newborn was spent in silence as (Y/N) refused to say a word to another newborn, while refraining to share a glance at the Major. He tried everyday to work his emotions over her in hopes of easing her into this lifestyle, but she fought him. Every time. It didn’t seem to bother Maria, she fed off gaining attention from the newborns and Jasper. She didn’t take issue with it… until (Y/N)’s third week. She was not only refusing to join the combat teachings of Jasper’s, but she also began to starve herself for three weeks without a drop of blood.

It was difficult to withstand that pain withering inside her body, especially when the other newborn arrived back with blood stained garments. Fresh blood causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand up as the raging burn in her throat heightened. She would clench the sides of her hips as the pain was difficult to withstand… and it was clear by the way she carried herself.

Jasper took note of her starvation on the third night of arriving to her new home, but he believed she would eventually give in. He could hardly believe three weeks of starvation lasted further, her black eyes were burning a hole into Maria with one swift glance. He could feel Maria’s temper being tested as (Y/N) refused to feed and fight… she would’ve killed her off by now, but her power was valuable. However, he had a strong connection with the newborn, even if it was through silent stares and forced smiles.

He liked her.

Maria was beginning to lose her patience with her and Jasper felt it intensifying. The third week began to test the extent of Maria’s patience, which was slim to none.

(Y/N) stood in the empty field behind the barn with your eyes focusing on the sky as the moon began to rise above. It delivered a message to the newborns cravings blood and the excitement of the darkened sky only festered their hunger. It was difficult to ignore the feverish craving as well, but she restrained herself by biting down on her lip and counting the stars.

“She needs to feed.” Maria spat as she looked on at the challenging newborn, who stood yards away with a defiant chin holding her up. “She can’t fight at her finest if she’s starving herself.” She was speaking to Jasper as he followed her gaze across the land. “… what has she told you about herself?”

Jasper raised an eyebrow at hearing Maria begging for questions regarding the new-born and he immediately answered. “She’s quiet… hardly speaks to anyone and if she does, it’s to the youngest here.” He could feel Maria yearning for more by the emotions racing through her body and he longed to deliver. “If you wish for me to grow closer-“

“Please do…” Maria eased into Jasper’s side with her hand placed on his waist drawing him in. “make her trust you before we are forced to deal with it.” She then rested a gentle kiss on his lips before making her way towards Lottie to discuss a matter at hand. Her whispers were faint as she demanded the blonde vampire to head into town, but if successful, she would have the newborn melting in the palm of her hand.

She eventually found herself plucking the spring wildflowers growing underneath the sweet grass, slowly creating a bouquet. It seemed Indian paintbrushes were even prettier under the silver moon as babies breath scattered into the orange. She hated nights like these most as they reminded her of what she used to have… a family.

“Will you be joining them for a feeding?” His question was answered by her silence and she didn’t bother to even steal a glance, but his presence followed her as the bouquet of flowers grew in her hands. “I don’t want you to get hurt (Y/N)… which is where it’s leading to.”

“Is that from Maria’s mouth or yours?” She felt his eyes shifting from her to the newborns gathering to leave. “Will she be the one hurting me… because if so, I will feed to gain strength.” She seemed to draw out a small laughter, but also witnessed the protective streak as his eyes turned cold. “She certainly has charmed you, hasn’t she?”

Jasper was taken aback by the comments (Y/N) continued to make as he followed her path in the open clearing, but paused as her threat struck him as humorous but wilful. He knew she was right, he’d been under Maria’s spell for quite some time and he found it difficult to force himself out. He didn’t answer, nor did he break his gaze from hers.

She felt the bitter laughter hesitate in the back of her throat as watched the newborns disappear into the dark night. It began to strong wave of heat to run up her throat as she imagined hunting herself and immediately, she directed her thoughts elsewhere.

He watched as her eyes loonily stared into the night as the vampires continued on, but she fought hard to ignore the powerful cravings desiring more. In the years time of being a vampire, Jasper had never experienced hunger this intense. He himself struggled with his own, but he took on the other surrounding newborns… but hers were three weeks overdue. Jasper’s body stiffened as wind whistled through the trees and allowed human scent to travel along, causing her throat to tighten and the flowers to crumble under her grasp.

“You’re in pain.” Jasper’s comments were forced out as he felt the ability of his attempt to calm her down. He watched as her head turned the other way, avoiding the truth of his words. “too much pain to withstand one more night, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) clenched her tightened jaw as he attempted to sympathise with her under the painful hunger, but his empathy ways were causing him to experience it as well. He was right, but she wasn’t going to follow along if it meant Maria controlled her. “Just leave me be… you don’t need to feel this either.”

“I am not leaving.” Jasper knew he was supposed to manipulate the young newborn, but in this moment he couldn’t find it in his heart to do that. “I have used my gift on many newborns… but not a single one has endured this type of pain.” He felt her eyes brush over her shoulder as he refused to leave her side and instead, shifted the topic of conversation. “When you were human what was your worst injury?”

She noticed him attempting to distract her from the pain coursing throughout her body and for a moment, she appreciated him. “I used to climb the big oak tree beside our home. My mother, she… she would get so angry with me because ‘young maidens aren’t to do that in a dress.’” Her voice mocked her mother’s tone and found herself laughing with sweet tears in her eyes. “My brother and I used to race to see who could get the highest. He always beat me,” She smiled as the memory of her older brother calmed the pain. “when I was nine, one of the tree branches gave out once I got too high,” She paused as she bent down and drew up the skirt she wore. “I tried holding onto the tree, but the bark wasn’t too kind.”

Jasper listened intently as she began to open up to him about her childhood, tears gracing her eyes as she wiped them away with a forced smile. He expected her to say something as simple as skinning her knee, but the moment she hiked up her skirt he caught the scar on his mid thigh. It seemed her skin had caught the bark as she was sliding down the tree, causing the skin to open up. He was quite surprised as well because women were scorned to show even their collarbones.

“My mother was so mad.” She glanced up to catch his eyes running up and along the scars gracing the inner thigh. “I landed on my back and the wind was knocked out of me, but I lived to tell the tale.” Her fingers released the skirt dropping it back down to her ankles. “Care to share a tale of your own, Major?”

Jasper found himself snapping back to the sound of her voice and shared a smile of his own before sighing. “I have many scars.” Without hesitating he rolled up his sleeves to reveal the countless bite marks gracing his skin, while his emotions steadied he felt the impact of hers. She felt sorrow at the sight of bite marks and immediately frowned. “You don’t have to feel sorry for me.”

She felt her throat tighten as his comment left her shaking her head. “Is this from teaching newborns?” She watched as his eyes attempted to brush off the pain, but she could feel almost every bite covering his skin. “You don’t deserve this, Jasper.”

“Jasper?” He couldn’t hide his smirk as he unrolled the sleeves to hide the bite marks once more. “I believe you only knew me by Major.” Jasper felt her saddened eyes burning into him as he attempted to cover up his emotions as he did the scarring. “You don’t have to worry (Y/N).”

“… and yet, you worry for me?” She questioned him as he began to cover up the battle wounds and glanced the other way. (Y/N) two stood alone as most of the newborns had gone to feast and Maria had left with them. It might’ve been the only time to speak to him without anyone interfering. “I have seen you teaching them, they seem to be rash.”

Jasper raised an eyebrow as she spoke of fighting the newborns. “You have been watching then?” He tilted his head to the side before shrugging his shoulders. “You must learn as well, if we find ourselves having to fight others you will lose your life.” He wasn’t surprised to find her not resounding to his comment, but even more surprised for her to long for that. “… what is the reason behind not feeding, (Y/N)?”

“… You can feel my emotions, can you not?” She watched as Jasper’s eyes narrowed on her before his chin raised to give a stiff nod in response. “I know the only reason Maria has allowed me to stay is because of my gift, am I correct?” His silence again answered her question and so she continued. “I am sure she would’ve ended my life by now if I was without it.”

She seemed to silence Jasper with the rather striking comment, his eyes running over her own before breaking the gaze. He seemed dazed by the shocking accusation but she didn’t hesitate when the truth seemed to rattle her core. (Y/N) struck a nerve as tension rose between both of them at the mention of Maria ending her life. However, it didn’t seem she were wrong either.

“I can help you get stronger with your gift, (Y/N).” Jasper wasn’t surprised to watch her gaze break away from his at the mention of his helpful hand. “And I’m speaking without Maria’s input.” Her eyes carried up into the stars as he mentioned Maria once more. “It’s difficult to gain control of your powers when you don’t understand them.”

She didn’t want to gain control of her powers, not when it strengthened Maria’s chances of having a stronger army. It wasn’t just her murderous streak and slashing her family apart, but witnessing her controlling and manipulating ways over Jasper sickened her. (Y/N) carried guilt for Jasper as he seemed charmed by the stunning vampire… and she wished to end her life for it.

“I don’t believe you.” You whispered as Jasper’s eyes then widened at your response and as you stepped back away from him, his speed beat you from going any further. He now stood beside you with crimson eyes burning into you while a snarl left his lips. “Move out of my way.” You demanded as the anger inside you was attempting to be shoved away by Jasper’s strength, but you weren’t having it. “Quit it before I do something I regret.”

Jasper didn’t want to harm the innocent newborn, not when he found himself fond of her, but the moment she began to speak as if she knew him. He’d lost it. He kept his stance right before her, not daring to move an inch but her anger radiating off him with his attempts to calm her. “You need to calm down or else-“

(Y/N) had enough. She effortlessly shoved Jasper a few yards back as her strength overtook his, but he regained himself faster than her as she attempted to run. He followed her into the wooded area, only for her to make it a couple hundred yards before he had her pinned against a large oak tree. She wanted to fight him, but the moment her met his eyes… she couldn’t find it in herself to strike him.

He felt her submission as his hands held her by the collarbone and pressed her into the tree, his eyes filled with rage as she attempted to fight him. However, Jasper noticed her unwillingness to fight the moment she raised her eyes to him. He understood… the moment he tried to lay a hand on her, he ended up regretting it moments later.

“I don’t want this Jasper.” She felt the heavy wave of emotions of her own doing hit her stomach as if she’d been punched, but stood strong as his hands fell from her collarbone. “I can’t control this anger she brings me, I cannot withstand that woman since I found my mother…“

Jasper had been forced to endure the flood of emotions from countless newborns in the past, but her suffering was more than he could withstand. He kept his hands along her collarbone with his touch turning soft while her trembling chest made it difficult for her to stand, her cries continuing as she held her head down ashamed of her actions. She wasn’t ashamed to fight him, but the weakness of her tears being seen under his watch.

“I don’t wish for you to fight this, (Y/N).” He watched her eyes dart up to meet his as he then sent restful waves throughout her body. Jasper was more pleased to see she wasn’t fighting him, nor using her powers to stop him or fight him off. She relaxed under his touch and soon her last tear fell. “I am not asking you to forget what Maria has done… that is not possible.” He meant what he said when regarding Maria’s malicious actions, but knew he had to tread carefully. “I am asking you to feed because you will only hurt yourself in this.”

(Y/N) felt the weakened body of hers slump against the large oak as the overwhelming scent of dirt hit her nostrils, but left her wrinkling her nose instead. He was right… she was craving blood more than anything and her body was betraying her for it. His own hunger was intense, but her added taste for blood was drawing him near the edge of unbearable. “… and you.” She lifted her gaze to his and watched as he understood the meaning behind what she said.

Jasper was taken aback by her caring streak but slowly nodded as his head as he struggled to withstand her concern. He felt it… she craved for him to take the edge off of his own hunger, but even more so for herself so he wouldn’t carry it as well. He felt her genuine tone strike him as odd, but stood blind to it because Maria’s was manipulative and he didn’t want to admit that. “I’m sorry?”

“You’re baring more pain because of my hunger….” She watched his head hang in shame as he finally had another vampire understanding his struggle. “I can only imagine what it’s like with the rest of them around you.” She referenced to the other newborns missing at the moment. “Maria knows you’re in pain, yet she doesn’t care.”

Jasper lifted his head to speak and defend Maria, but he had no words. You were right and he couldn’t fight you on a singlet hing regarding her self-serving ways. It made you sick to know that such a selfish creature stood stronger than most.

“She does.” His words fell flat at her feet while the forced laughter fell from her lips, causing his dark eyes to meet her own. He was surprised to see her poking the dangerous game of fighting Maria.

“Look at you…” She grabbed him by the arms at his side and pulled the sleeves up to his forearm, revealing the bitten marks along his skin. His eyes following the abrupt behaviour. “you’re branded by her demands, are you not?” He didn’t flinch under her touch, nor did he break away from her heavy gaze. “I have not once seen Maria attempt to heal your wounds or stop them. She calls you hers, yet she sends you to fight her battles whether or not it means death.” He forced his wrists out of her hands before she mindlessly shook her head.

Jasper told himself not to listen, not when Maria had whispered to him many times of newborns attempting to feed him with lies. He had to believe her… she changed him for a reason. “Maria is my mate.” He was falling himself with that statement and when he forced her to drop his wrists, she watched her eyes glisten with disbelief. “You’re right. She changed you for the sheer pleasure of gaining another newborn, but if only she knew how moronic you were before.”

The insult her hurled hit her directly in the stomach as if a sharp punch had been delivered by his hand. She stiffened as the idea of his statement made her force a bitter chuckle. “… I’d gladly be moronic over delusional.” She pushed past him with ease and made her way back towards the barn.

He felt her anger as she dared to spit those words at him and while he wanted to lash out with a strike, he refrained. Jasper wasn’t provoked by her last statement, nor the statements before that but the gut-wrenching truth he wished to deny. His despair wasn’t matched by the anger as he found himself slamming his fist into the oak tree before him, causing it to snap in half and tumble into the soil below.

He told himself he would never be able to admit the truth… until (Y/N) slapped him directly across the face with it. Jasper hated himself for even believing Maria used him as an upper hand, he felt as if he was betraying her by entertaining that thought. However, he recalled that night three weeks ago when out hunting for a human and ever since his gut feeling changed with time.

Through all of this anger, Jasper took off running into the darkened woods with his mind racing back to the three nights. He could recall every moment from beginning to end. He’d found himself battered with bites and deepened hunger and his emotions peaking as hunger took over pain. For once, he’d found himself furious with his sire.

Maria didn’t bother to teach the newborns after Jasper’s fresh wounds were healing and his hunger raging, so he withstood each painful infliction. He’d found himself at the end of his rope and went out to feast off humans, but by his third killing, he craved something else.

Jasper came to a stop over a peak mountain and let out a harsh breath, his eyes running over the small town below and catching the fresh scent of blood being spilled. He was fully aware of Maria’s army running wild below and glanced away in shame, while his own head raced with memories.

When the third human dropped at his feet Jasper cleaned his lips clean of blood, not daring to take another glance at the human. Instead, his eyes caught the stars up above and made his way out towards the woods to rejoin his clan. He knew he needed to return before Maria came searching, but he stopped short at the idea of returning to hell. Jasper was tired of the bites, the fighting, and the manipulative whispers of Maria in his ear.

He craved more than what she forced him to be… he wanted to leave, yet he knew he couldn’t.

Jasper stood near the Texas woods with his eyes closed at the idea of returning to screams and torture. He desperately craved inner peace and serenity to surround him through this mayhem swarming his mental health.

He found himself begging for someone to grace his life and calm the madness… he prayed for an angel.

It was the exact moment the scent of fresh lavender fills his nostrils and human blood mixed to cause his eyes to see red. He’d never been so drawn to blood before but he craved it even when his hunger had calmed itself with the death of three humans. Jasper sped through the woods with intent as he followed that scent, not daring to break away from it. He couldn’t when it matched the marks on his skin and been embedded in.

He didn’t travel any further when he found himself standing by a small cottage on the edge of a family farm. Horses filled the land with fresh flowers trailing along the edge, but he searched for the scent he traveled for. It was then she appeared under a large oak tree with her eyes wide on the stars and hair braided with flowers in between the waves. He watched from afar as she sung sweet lullabies and plucked the lavender with bare feet brushing into the greens underneath her toes.

It was in that moment Jasper felt as if his prayers had been answered. It was (Y/N)… and it frightened him more than Maria’s alluring power over him.

An hour had passed since Jasper returned back to the barn and when hiking back towards the trail, he found himself returning to (Y/N) ’s screams. He felt the coursing pain of hunger return as he stood at the barn doors and once looking inside, he caught onto why. It seemed Maria was more desperate than he believed.

A human sat before (Y/N)’s feet as Maria forced her closer with the scent of blood heavy in the air. Bite marks scattered along the body as the weakened pulse left all of the vampires thirsting for more, but not nearly as much as (Y/N). Her legs were buckling underneath her as Maria’s hand tugged her closer towards the human.

“Unhand me you vile, egotist-“

Maria’s laughter cut her off as she attempted to pull herself away, but her weakened state wouldn’t allow her to fight to her ability of a newborn. “You think you can undermine me?” Her anger was clear under the strengthened grip on her arm. “I am one step ahead of you.” She nodded her head towards Lottie, who stepped closer to the human and dared to open a flesh-wound.

Jasper felt the exhausting pain (Y/N) was withstanding and once catching onto Maria’s doing, he stepped in. He immediately grabbed Lottie’s arm and jerked her back, displeasing Maria who looked on in horror to see her lover betray her.

“Jasper… love, please do step aside.” Her lavish voice was enough for Jasper to weaken, but in this instance he felt his blood boiling as she attempted to outsmart him as well.

He forced the dagger in Lottie’s hand to drop as he then tossed it aside and shook his head. “I agree she needs to feed, but on her own time.” Jasper watched Maria’s eyes switch to complete shock and anger as he dared to speak out. “forcing her will only-“

“Will only what?” Maria snapped as her nails began to dig into the skin of (Y/N) who didn’t dare flinch at the pain when her body nearly felt numb. “I know what it will do, it will cause her hunger to binge, but what choice do I have? I need her for a future battle and I will NOT let her-“

“Die?” Jasper questioned her once again with a raised eyebrow and shook his head. “You don’t want her dead because of a disadvantage to your upperhand. She’s more than that Maria.” He spat with meaning as Maria’s reddened eyes narrowed onto him with complete anger and bafflement.

The barn fell silent as Jasper’s comment angered their sire, but most of all surprised most of the clan as they gathered around to watch the scene playout. Maria’s threatened eyes watched as Jasper glared into hers with complete terror and festering mess, but out of retaliation she sunk her fangs into (Y/N)’s scarless collarbone and let her fall to the ground. Her pain settling into the withering pain coursing through as she kicked her aside and stepped towards Jasper.

“… she’s nothing to you, do you understand me?” Maria spoke with her hands at Jasper’s throat and her nails now piercing his skin without a care. “I made you, you’re mine and she’s nothing but a power. Is that clear?” Her silent tone causing Jasper to truly see her anger that was for once directed at him.

Jasper felt her anger as her hand graced his neck as he stood without flinching under her touch, but he didn’t dare let her know he could feel her power over the others slipping away. Maria was growing weaker and the others sensed it. It was because of (Y/N). He simply nodded his head and felt Maria’s hand release his neck, then placing a softened kiss on his cheek. He shuttered under her lips and stepped away. His eyes meeting (Y/N) as she laid on the ground, her soft cries breaking him as he knelt beside her to help her stand.

Maria glanced over her shoulder to catch Jasper’s helping hand and immediately, she wished to act on it but instead she stepped further away gesturing for Lottie to follow. She was boiling inside as her anger was festering with time and now exploding. Once outside the barn she turned to Lottie with her eyes burning with rage. “… we can’t afford to lose that power of hers… but we need to break her.” She received a nod from the blonde haired vampire and continued. “You mentioned reading over a journal in her home, correct? What was written?”

“… She’s quite dull.” Lottie realised her answer wasn’t pleasing and continued. “she mostly wrote about her adventures with her father, but aside from that she mentioned her brother returning from war soon and-“

“Brother?” Maria’s eyes gleamed with venom as a smirk curled into her upper lip. “When is this brother due to return?” Her plan for demise fell into her lap as she listened intently to Lottie’s descriptions of (Y/N)’s older brother returning home to death.

Inside the barn, (Y/N) was struggling to stand on her own two feet as the venom struck her nerves once again. However, Jasper’s strong arm helped her walk over to rest on a haystack. She slumped against the prickly hay and struggled to wither under the pain, but Jasper’s touch helped relieve it. “Please… you can barely take this.” She whispered under her breath.

“I’m stronger than you believe me.” His charm worked as she chuckled under the cold grip of his hand. “… you need to feed (Y/N). Even if it is just a bit.” Jasper spoke with care as he glanced away from her and attempted to brush off the eyes following his every move. He watched your eyes glance towards the nearly dead human as the scent of his blood carried thick in the air. “please (Y/N).”

She was hesitant to give into the hunger, but she felt his emotions of empathy working over her as the powers opened her eyes to him. It happened faster than she expected as her body craved the humans blood; she found yourself digging her teeth into the humans skin and feasting off the littlest blood touching her tongue.

Jasper released the newborn as she began to feed with her hunger no longer depriving her of further hunger. However, he hesitated to draw himself further away as her red eyes came to normal and glanced out the barn doors… she was debating for more blood lust.

“I will follow you if you wish.” His words sent shivers down her spine as he seemed to care for her well being. She shook your head and with the strengthened body, she stood on her feet and wiped her lips of any excess blood.

“I’m fine.”

The Major felt her lies imprint into his skin as she glanced away to deny the hunger, but he was quick to react by drawing a smile and leaning closer. “Follow me.” He moved towards the sliding barn doors, ignoring the stares and glares from the others as she trailed close behind. She were shocked to find no sight of Maria close, but she didn’t allow that to stop her.

(Y/N) attempted to ask him where they were headed, but she didn’t bother as she trailed further and further from the barn. She felt enlightened by the newfound energy coursing through her deaden veins, but she also hesitated to go further as she was frightened by her own self. It wasn’t until Jasper stopped dead short in the middle of the woods that she found her voice.

“What are we doing here?”

Her question left Jasper giving a smile as he carried his eyes back to her with an eager curl of his lip. “You mentioned you used to climb trees with your brother…” He removed his army jacket and placed it by his feet. “I imagine you’d be pretty damn good at it now.” He watched her eyes widened with excitement as he began to roll up her sleeves. “… that is if you can beat me.”

She felt joy rush to your heart as she glanced up at the large oak trees surrounding the land of forrest. “First one to break a branch loses.” His eyebrow raised at the rule she delivered and immediately, she tilted her head to the side. “I truly hope you don’t mind losing… Major.”

“I think I can handle that.” Jasper expected her to give a little more with her new-found energy, but her tongue lashing was enough to make him laugh as she dashed up the tree before him. He hesitated in the flash of a moment as the happiness in her eyes was enough to make him fall back down to reality. He began to understand why Maria despised (Y/N)… it wasn’t because of her natural beauty or her ability to manipulate powers without trying.

She threatened Maria’s power over the entire army, but most importantly her Major.

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ashyblondwaves · 3 years

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When The Summer Dies

Prompt: Watching the Sunrise

Fandom: Scarletvision (Wanda Maximoff and Vision, MCU)

Word Count: 2343

Warnings: Ghosts! Paranormal experiences.

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The world flew by in hues of green and orange, the late summer sun hanging in the sky for just a little while longer. Vision sat in the driver’s seat, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as Deadmau5 played over the car stereo. The GPS said they’d arrive at their destination in 7 minutes. Wanda shifted in her seat excitedly.

Visiting what all of the paranormal enthusiast YouTubers called “the most haunted farm in New York” was Wanda’s idea. Vision much preferred hobbies with tangible evidence of the truth, but he was going for Wanda’s sake. She’d been itching to get out and visit some haunted locales, and after the mission they’d just returned from, they needed to get away for a little while.

The story was that the large farmhouse on the property made anyone that owned and lived in the home lose their minds. Families had been murdered in that house. Their ghosts are said to still roam the farm each night. Some ghosts were harmless while others were angry. Very angry. The challenge from YouTube was to stay on the farm overnight to see if you can make it to sunrise. There were no prizes involved, just bragging rights were up for grabs. Of course, what they don’t remind you is that stepping foot on the property was technically trespassing, but the small town cops didn’t bother with enforcing that law unless things got rowdy there, but you could count on one hand how many times it had happened.

Vision spotted the farm right away. The intimidating white house came into view first. The green shutters hung by a single hinge on most of the windows. The dilapidated barn followed and as they crested the hill, land. So much land. Most of it overgrown with weeds and shrubbery now that it had been vacant for so long.

As luck would have it, it looked like Wanda and Vision were the only ones staying there that night. They pulled right up to the old discolored house and started their adventure.

“It’s 6:53pm on September 21st,” Vision said. “Sunset tonight is 7:24pm with a sunrise of 7:14am on September 22nd, which also marks the first day of autumn.”

“That gives us about 12 hours here,” Wanda said with a nod. She took a deep breath. “We can do this.”

Vision was skeptical. He knew that every breeze would have them on the edge of their seats, every owl call and every leaf that fell from the trees and all because of tales told on the internet for views and monetary compensation. Vision stopped, choosing to instead remind himself that this was for Wanda. Her hobby was important to her and it would be imprudent to dismiss it.

“We’ll set up the tent there,” Wanda started, pointing to an area about 50 yards away that seemed to be perfectly cleared of any shrubbery. “That must be where everyone else sets up, too.”

It was dark by the time they finished setting up the tent. Wanda, flashlight in hand, found Vision coming back to the car. She put her arms out, prompting him to walk into her them. She hugged him, pressing her cheek to his chest.

“Thank you for doing this,” she said, looking up to see Vision smiling down at her. “I know this is the last place you want to be right now.”

“Anywhere you are is where I want to be,” Vision assured her. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and swayed lightly with the breeze.

Maybe this won’t be so bad, Vision thought, holding onto Wanda just as the sound of a blood curdling scream echoed through the property. The pair split apart and looked around trying to find the source.

“You heard that, right?” Wanda asked, eyes darting around wildly. “Please tell me you heard that.”

“I heard it. It sounded like it came from the house,” Vision replied, turning towards the white eyesore, its paint peeling from every angle.

Wanda followed his movements and looked up into one of the second floor windows just in time to see a shadowy figure disappear.

“Shit!” Wanda squeaked, scrambling for her phone. “I just saw something in the window!”

With her phone in hand, Wanda began to record the house.

“Nothing is there, Wanda,” Vision said, looking up at the empty window.

“Not now, but there was!” Wanda insisted, ending the recording but keeping her phone out. “Maybe we should go in the house.”

“Wanda, NO,” Vision said as firmly as he could. “We agreed we’d stay away from the property.”

“I have to know what’s in there, Vis.” Wanda said. She grabbed a flashlight and trudged off toward the house.

“Darling?” Vision called, reluctantly jogging behind her. “Can we just think about this logically for a moment?”

“Now isn’t the time to be logical, Vis,” Wanda said, kicking the front door open.

“And now we’re felons,” Vision said, more to himself than Wanda.

As they walked into the dark and dusty house, Vision noticed the temperature decrease by at least 20 degrees. Wanda rubbed her arms to try to keep warm but continued forward, her feet causing the wood under their feet to squeak loudly.

It was when they were in the kitchen that they heard it. The sound of someone walking upstairs and the disembodied laughter of children whistling in the air. Wanda’s eyes grew wide. She said nothing as she bolted out of the kitchen and toward the stairs.

Vision followed close behind. He didn’t have a flashlight like Wanda did, he was relying on the light from hers to guide him. They walked slowly, carefully as if not to scare whatever may be inhabiting the upstairs. Somehow it was even colder upstairs. So cold Wanda’s breath came out in clouds as she whispered to Vision.

“It was that window I saw someone in.”

She pointed to one of the bedrooms on the west end of the house and started toward it, flashlight leading the way. Once they were both inside the room, Wanda began to speak.

“Is anyone here?” she yelled into the air. “Give us a sign.”

Suddenly, the door neither one of them were near slammed shut, the sound of a lock clicking echoing through the room. Wanda ran to it, jiggling the door knob.

“It’s locked from the outside,” she said, looking at Vision with a smile. “Think you could help me out, sweetheart?”

“Yes, dear,” Vision returned. He easily phased through the door, unlocking it with the key that stuck out from the lock.

A small voice reverberated through the house.

“Play with me,” it said with a laugh, the door closed again. “Play.”

“It’s one of the kids,” Wanda whispered. “What do you want to play?!”

Vision could say nothing. He stood frozen to the spot as Wanda communicated with a ghost right in front of him. He always said he’d believe in ghosts when he saw one and here he was, with no other explanation for this phenomenon than the fact that there truly was a ghost in the house.

Wanda walked closer to the voice when suddenly, her body went flying back. Vision barely caught her.

“NO!” another voice said.

This time, all of the doors shut and locked while the front door downstairs flung itself open.

“Get out of my house!”

The voice was not a child’s this time. It was loud, booming and clearly that of a grown man. It was all Wanda had to hear. Her phone was out in no time, recording the scene.

“This isn't’ your house anymore!” Wanda yelled back. She ran to each locked door and opened them back up. “You can’t tell us to leave.”

“If you want us to leave,” Wanda said, spinning around to direct her voice everywhere. “You’ll have to make us.”

Vision cringed. He was ready to get out of that house as soon as he’d gone in it and now Wanda was challenging a ghost to forcibly remove them from the home.

“Time?” Wanda asked.

“9:43pm, darling. That gives us 9 hours and 17 minutes until sunrise.”

Wanda nodded, turning back to the void in the room.

“Sounds like you’re stuck with us for a while,” Wanda said, shining her flashlight at a dark corner of the house, but nothing was there.

Vision, with new found confidence, moved from standing behind Wanda to standing next to her. He grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together.

“We aren’t going anywhere,” he said, turning to her. “I have your back in battle, I’ll have it here too, even if I don’t quite understand this.”

Wanda smiled, a large, toothy grin that said a million things. She stood up on her tiptoes and snuck a quick, chaste kiss.

“Now where was I?” Wanda said, her voice booming through the empty house. “Where is the ghost that wanted to play? We’ll play.”

Suddenly, out of the shadows of the same corner Wanda just looked at, a red ball rolled out, stopping right at their feet.

Wanda bent down and grabbed the ball, rolling it back to the dark corner it came from as the sound of a child laughing rang out.

But it was short lived. Just as the ball came rolling back it was pushed away by an invisible force.

“LEAVE!” a loud, male voice echoed.

“Wanda,” Vision said, their hands still interlocked. “Let’s be careful with this one. The child seems harmless, but this one wants us out.”

Just as Vision finished his sentence, the house started to shake as though there was an earthquake. Light fixtures swung back and forth, what little furniture was left in the house started to shift and move.

Wanda laughed.

“I’ve seen far worse than that. It’s going to take a lot more than that to scare us.”

“Darling,” Vision said through gritted teeth. “Is it wise to antagonize this ghost?”

But Wanda didn’t answer. The grip she had on Vision’s hand grew stronger, and Vision knew right away something was very wrong.

“Wanda?” he asked, turning to his girlfriend only to see her face contorting in pain. That ghost was doing something to her that Vision couldn’t see and he had only one idea. He scooped Wanda up in his arms and ran down the steps and toward the front door, taking Wanda out of the house and as soon as they were off the front porch, Wanda gasped, desperately trying to catch her breath. Her chest heaved violently as a strangled cry made its way from her mouth.

Vision pulled her to him, hugging her desperately, kissing the top of her head and pulling back to look at her.

“Do you need a doctor?” Vision asked. “I will take you right now. I don’t care one bit about this challenge if it’s going to put your life at risk.”

“No,” Wanda said feebly. “I’m fine, just a little shaken.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Time?”

“11:53pm,” Vision recited. 7 hours and 21 minutes until sunrise.”

“Let’s just go to the tent,” Wanda said, staggering off to where they set up their tent.

Vision followed behind, not liking at all what he just witnessed, but Wanda was determined to make it until sunrise. And now that they were out of the house, maybe it wouldn’t be as bad.

He was wrong.

Each incident came in unpredictable waves. First was the human-like howling that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere all at once. Then the shadowy figure cast against the tent, but when Vision looked out, nothing was there.

There’d be no sleeping that night. Not with the land trying to scare them away at every turn. Instead, they lay together in the tent, wrapped in each other’s arms. Soft whispers of encouragement that they will make it until sunrise permeated the tent.

It was after the shadows on the tent showed a murder that Wanda started shaking. Vision held her, kissed her head and reminded her it was just the ghosts.

Just the ghosts, Vision thought. He’d never thought he’d say something so ridiculous, but he also wasn’t prepared to deny what was happening on that land.

The stories were true, at least the ones stating the land was haunted. He had no idea how many ghosts had come to mess with them that night, but each one grew more and more terrifying.

“Time?” Wanda asked.

“5:47am,” Vision answered. “1 hour and 27 minutes until sunrise.”

“Listen,” Wanda said, sitting up for the first time since they got in the tent. “I hear birds chirping.”

Vision listened and sure enough, birds were chirping, a sure sign that sunrise was not far behind.

They exited the tent cautiously, both unsure of what may be waiting for them outside of it. But there was nothing. The morning twilight seemed to make it all stop. They broke down the tent without words, scrambling as quickly as they could to put it all away.

Vision took a seat on the hood of his car, a breath of relief coming out in a shaky wave. He patted the open spot next to him and smiled as Wanda slid up next to him.

“Time?”

“7:11am,” Vision replied. “Sunrise is in 3 minutes.”

Wanda nodded as they both sat on the hood of the car and watched the sun come up. Wanda set her head on Vision’s shoulder as they shed the horrors of the night and welcomed dawn.

“We did it,” Wanda said triumphantly. “We survived the night.”

“That we did,” Vision said with a nod.

“Celebratory selfie,” Wanda said, pulling her phone out and opening the camera.

Instead of smiling, Vision decided to do something else. Just as Wanda was getting ready to hit the shutter button, he turned her head with his fingers and kissed her right on the mouth.

The photo came out perfectly natural. It didn’t look forced or posed at all.

“There,” Vision said proudly. “Put that one on Instagram.”

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danceworshipper · 3 years

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Oliver Adams - HPHM Profile [redone]

(information is as of sixth year - shared universe with @ask-hphm-crew)

Identity

Name: Oliver Tyler Adams

Gender: Male (cis)

Age: 16

Birthday: May 28th, 1973 (gemini)

Species: Human/wizard

Blood Status: Halfblood

Sexuality: Pansexual

Alignment: Neutral Good

Residence: The family farm in the Irish countryside. It's huge, a bit outdated decoration-wise, and homey. His room is on the third floor, looking out over the field and he can see the sunrise if he wakes up early enough. The farm is so old and imbued with magic that Oliver can use underage magic without the Ministry finding out

Personality Type: ESFJ-A (the consul)

Magic

Wand: 13 3/4 inches of pliant pine wood encasing a phoenix feather core. The wand is thick and heavy, light in color, and with no defining marks other than Oliver's name carved into it with a knife. Doing this did not damage the wand in any way, but when Ollivander saw it he nearly had a heart attack.

Animagus: A mixed breed cat, Siamese/Ragdoll, similar to the stray cats that lounge around the farm

Misc. Magical Abilities: Legilimency and Occlumency, though he doesn't practice them often

Boggart Form: In earlier years, it was a werewolf, since one could be heard howling somewhere near the farm during full moons. As he got older and met actual werewolves like Chiara, Oliver lost his fear of them and his boggart changed to a mortally wounded vision of himself, having failed to save anyone from the vaults and meeting his own painful end

Riddikulus Form: The vision of himself is instead only afflicted with a concussion, with his Quidditch team mothering him as he insists he's fine

Amortentia (what do they smell like?): Oliver would smell like roast chicken, fresh tomatoes, and bright sunshine

Amortentia (what do they smell?): At the current point, Oliver smells the ocean, cat fur, and wood polish. As he has no strong romantic interest (though that may change very soon) the smells just make him happy and aren't related to any specific person

Patronus: Dolphin

Patronus Memory: His first time seeing the ocean. Nothing went wrong that day, and he got to see dolphins for the first time too. He and his family all had a great time together.

Mirror of Erised: His mother and grandparents standing proudly behind him. It's his graduation day, not an injury to him. Everything turned out okay

Specialized/Favorite Spells:

- Reficere Aspectu - temporarily repairs his vision. The spell he uses for Quidditch matches.

- Lumos, Aguamenti, Wingardium Leviosa - extremely useful spells for around the farm

- Arania Exumi - spider repellent is always useful

- Orchideous - he conjures flowers for his mother and grandmother all the time

- Reparo - the first Transfiguration spell he got on the first try

Appearance

[concept image made using the zepeto app]

Height: 6'3

Weight: 191 lbs

Physique: Skinny with noticeable muscles from all the Quidditch and farming

Eye Color: Light, slightly greyish blue

Hair Color: Dirty blonde, usually kept in a bowl cut that his mother gives him. Oliver knows it's not fashionable (Andre is constantly nagging him to change it) but he doesn't really care enough to learn hair charms

Skin Tone: Light, no freckles. He burns easily so when he comes back at the start of every year he's a bit pink

Body Modifications: His eyesight is atrocious. He wears round glasses most of the time and uses a temporary vision charm for Quidditch

Scarring: Oliver has a nasty scar on his back from being kicked by a cow as a kid, and some scratches on his arms and legs from the various animals and work around the farm

Fashion: This kid has no fashion. Andre is in hell. Oliver wears shorts whenever he can and t-shirts. If it's cold he'll add a flannel. Around sixth year he starts updating his wardrobe a bit, but keeps his usual clothing for around the farm. No point having decent clothing get all dirty and ripped up

Hogwarts

House: Gryffindor

Class Grades:

- Astronomy: E

- Care of Magical Creatures: E

- Charms: A

- Defense Against the Dark Arts: E

- Divination: E

- Flying: O

- Herbology: O

- History of Magic: A

- Potions: A

- Transfiguration: A

Quidditch: Keeper since year 3

Extracurriculars: Dragon Club, Gobstones Club

Favorite Professor: Professor McGonagall. She's his head of house, and she reminds Oliver a bit of his grandmother with her stern but kind nature. She encourages his love of Transfiguration, even if he isn't the best at it, and she's a huge Quidditch fan

Least Favorite Professor: Professor Dumbledore. Oliver is an easygoing, agreeable guy most of the time. He respects his elders as his grandparents taught him, but only when they deserve it. Dumbledore most certainly does not

Relationships

Mother: Katie Adams

- Katie is a shy, quiet woman. She was homeschooled for most of her life, receiving at-home tutoring in her later years as her mother Gertrude was unable to properly teach her what she needed to know, and she's only seen the inside of Hogwarts twice: when she sat in for her O.W.L.s and her N.E.W.T.s.

- As a mother, Katie made sure to raise Oliver to be kind and always drink his Respect Women Juice. She had him take on some of the farm duties at a young age to help teach him responsibility

- Oliver got kicked by a cow when she turned her back on him for no more than ten seconds. Katie's boggart is what would have happened had Oliver been standing slightly closer - he would have been paralyzed, as the kick would have hit his neck

Father: Kyle Donovan

- Oliver never knew him. He was a muggle who left Katie shortly after she became pregnant

- He was a decent guy in general, but the idea of being a father at the age of 24 scared him and he ran like a coward. He never knew about the Wizarding world, and even if he wanted to return to try and make amends he'll never be able to find the family farm ever again, thanks to Marvin

Grandfather: Marvin Adams

- Marvin is a cranky, slightly old fashioned kind of guy. He cares a lot about tradition and keeps telling Oliver that one day the farm will be his, and then his kids', and then their kids'. Oliver doesn't have the strength to tell him he's not sure he wants kids at all

- Marvin loves his wife. There were many times in their relationship where it looked like the marriage was about to fall apart, but they were somehow always able to get through them - mostly by him apologizing to Gertrude

- Oliver is able to hold his own in a duel thanks to Marvin. Despite being an old crud, he's got a lot of fight in him

Grandmother: Gertrude Adams

- Gertrude was horrified that Oliver was going to grow up without a male influence, which is why Katie never moved off the family farm with him. The old woman made Oliver learn to cook and sew so that he wouldn't be a useless husband in the future

- She's the type of person who'll say that she still dreams of marrying her teenage sweetheart and moving to an island with him, but she doesn't mean it. She loves her family and her life, but she does one day want to retire on an island

- After Oliver graduates Hogwarts and takes over the farm, Gertrude will finally be able to convince Marvin that they can retire without worrying over the farm, and they'll move to a lovely beach house. Her last ten years will be spent in her own little paradise

Love Interest: Isla Lyall @sapphicsaffir

- Isla is the twin sister of Vera, one of Oliver's closest friends in Gryffindor. Isla is in Ravenclaw, so originally they didn't spend much time together. However, Oliver always found Isla cuter than Vera

- People who didn't know them well thought Oliver and Vera liked each other, but anyone who did know them knew Vera would rather die, and that Oliver preferred the red haired twin over the blonde one

- Vera is the one who keeps pushing to get them together. She told Oliver that she knows Isla likes him, but he refused to believe it. Still, she kept trying, saying that if anyone had to be her brother-in-law she'd rather it be him

- In fourth year, Ravenclaw lost a crucial match and it took them out if running for the House Cup. Isla, a chaser, was disappointed, but went to the final match to support her sister and her crush

- Gryffindor won, and in the excitement, Isla ran up to Oliver and yanked him down so she could kiss him. Oliver understandably short-circuited, while Vera yelled "Finally!"

Best Friend: Andre Egwu

- When Oliver first met Andre, they didn't like each other at all. They were on opposing Quidditch teams, after all. But their mutual friends forced them to spend more time together, and now the two are practically inseparable. It makes little sense to most people.

- They're the kind of best friends who insult the living daylights out of each other to show their love

- They went as friends to the Celestial Ball. A few people got the wrong impression, but they've never considered dating each other. They feel more like brothers than anything else

Rival: Anyone on an opposing Quidditch team. Even if the rivalry doesn't affect them off the pitch, Oliver's instinctive reaction when he sees his opponents is one of distaste (ironic since both his best friend and his girlfriend are his rivals)

Enemy: Every last member of R

Dormmates:

- Charlie Weasley

- Ben Copper

- Jae Kim

Pets: a barn owl named Priscilla, and a sheepdog who stays at the farm named Sparky

Closest Canon Friends:

- Charlie Weasley

- Nymphadora Tonks

- Diego Caplan

Closest Noncanon Friends:

- Vera Lyall @sapphicsaffir

- The gang from @ask-hphm-crew

- Unnamed members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team

Storyline

- Oliver was raised a happy, carefree little boy. His incident with the cow never deterred him from helping his mum and grandparents around the farm, and he even gave the cow an "I'm sorry I provoked you" treat as soon as he could. He didn't ask about his father until he was ten, and Gertrude sat him down and told him what happened. Oliver resents the man that fled his mother. Gertrude knew he'd be angry and didn't tell him his father's name

- During his first couple years at Hogwarts, Oliver made friends and charmed his way into most of the professors' good graces. In year three Oliver joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and after his first match against Ravenclaw, he and Andre started butting heads until their other friends forced them to hang out more

- Oliver gets involved with the Cursed Vaults almost by accident. He has no cursed brother like the game says, but he does have a desire to help people, so when he hears of a group of students trying to save the school from certain doom, he gets involved right away

- His discovered Legilimency throws him for a loop, as no one in his family has that power. He rarely ever uses his mind reading without permission, but when it becomes necessary he's usually able to do it without the target finding out

- After Hogwarts, Oliver will take ownership of the family farm for a few years, but it's not his passion and he hates the idea of being stuck there for the rest of his life. At age twenty two he sells the farm to one of the farmhands with three young kids and uses the money to buy a bakery with an apartment above it. He grows some of his own ingredients and buys the rest at discount from the old farm, and also runs guitar lessons out of his apartment. His grandparents are a little disappointed, but they understand, and his mother reveals that she had a secret boyfriend who she moves in with and later marries. He's a nice man with a kid a little older than Oliver

- Oliver and Isla have a small wedding a little before the Battle of Hogwarts. A few years later, Isla gives birth to twin girls Kenzie and Kleio. Five years after that, their son Caspian is born

Extra Info

- Oliver is a family man through and through. If he had to, he would have stayed on the farm forever to support his family. When he has his own family, he's an extremely devoted father even though he was never sure he wanted children when he was younger

- Despite not moving on to play Quidditch professionally, Oliver does join a recreational team after he sells the farm, as does Andre, who starts up his own fashion line

- Oliver is a total house husband. Isla is a cursebreaker, and Oliver brags about her to whoever will listen. She often comes home to a fresh cooked meal/baked goods

- Oliver's a cat person. He adopts two stray kittens when he moves to the bakery and loves them with all his heart

- He can't be alone for more than a few days or he'll go crazy. He loves spending time with his friends or even meeting new people

- He starts playing the guitar at the age of seven. Marvin is the one to teach him. Later on he learns about the muggle electric guitar and buys one as soon as he can figure out how to get electricity into his apartment

- Oliver visits his grandparents at their beach house at least five times a year. He can't get enough of the ocean, even when it's too cold to go swimming (and he'll usually do it anyway)

- He's the tallest one in his immediate family. Oliver assumes he got his height from his father, but he actually got the height from Gertrude's side of the family

- Oliver will always prefer to cook himself than to go to a restaurant

- He's a fairly good dueler, but Diego could always kick his ass

- Oliver will try to arrange a big meetup with all of his friends at least once a year. Not everyone can make it every time, but he refuses to let their friendships fade into the past

- He loses the bowl cut in year seven, when Andre convinces Tonks and Diego to hold him down so Andre can fix his hair. Oliver ends up liking it and keeps it that way for years to come

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