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Coriolanus x Reader

Echoes of Fate: PART 2

Paring: Coriolanus x Reader

Warning: Slow burn... REALLY SLOW BURN

Summary: In a surprising turn of events, you find yourself teamed up with Coriolanus Snow as a mentor for Lucy Gray. Although you seek change, your immediate task is to ensure her victory. As you and Snow strive for Lucy's safety, you both embark on a journey of understanding each other, for better or worse…

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Two sweltering days have lingered since the grim spectacle of the Reaping. The city lies trapped under a stifling heatwave, the oppressive air thick with tension. As the first light of dawn breaks on the horizon, you and Coriolanus Snow stand together, a duo on the expansive, nearly deserted platform of the train station. An air of anxious anticipation hung between you, punctuated by the shimmering heat haze rising from the tracks below.

The only scrap of information you had managed to gather came from Coriolanus' downstairs neighbour, Remus Dolittle, a Gamemaker-in-Training: the train was expected to arrive on Wednesday.

There was a possibility of seeking more details through the Academy, but the etiquette of greeting the train was murky. No guidelines were provided, and as the hours ticked by without the sight of any other mentors, a sense of unease crept over you.

As the morning wears on, boredom starts to gnaw at you. You sat nonchalantly on the platform, uncaring about the dust smudging your uniform. "I'm starting to doubt the train will turn up," you mused aloud, shifting your weight from side to side.

Coriolanus, his brow furrowed in a mix of annoyance and determination, responds firmly.

“Giving up isn't an option. She's relying on us. We’re her mentors. She'll be here, eventually."

His optimism catches you off guard.

"Staying cool under pressure, eh Coriolanus?" you quip, though a part of you questions his actual intentions.

As you watch Snow, a realisation gently settles in your mind. His actions, you surmised, might be less about altruism and more about gaining personal glory and bolstering his reputation. This wasn't unusual among your peers, so part of you understood his motives. Your understanding of Snow had gradually deepened, especially after discussing him with Senjaus, helping to paint a clearer picture of the man since your first encounter at the reaping.

Catching your gaze, Snow's brow furrows slightly, a silent question in his eyes. You knew that beneath this momentary perplexity was a sharp and calculating mind, capable of deciphering subtleties and unspoken cues. You decide to let him ponder, confident that he could navigate the undercurrents of your unvoiced thoughts.

Your banter with Coriolanus came to an abrupt halt as you stood up and leaned precariously over the tracks, straining your eyes for any sign of the train. In that perilous moment, your balance faltered, threatening to send you tumbling. Quick as a flash, Coriolanus reacted, his firm grip encircling your arm and yanking you back to the safety of the platform.

If it weren’t for Snow's timely intervention, your natural clumsiness would have had the last laugh. Luckily, he was right there behind you, his arms unexpectedly breaking your fall.

Though his touch brought a sense of safety, it also stirred an awkward tension. Each time your skin brushed against his, it felt less like an accident and more like a sly strategy to close the distance between you.

This sparked a flicker of annoyance within you, especially as memories of your last encounter, at the Reaping, surfaced. Back then, you were exposed, vulnerable, and his presence now seemed to pry open that old wound, leaving you raw and exposed once more.

Murmuring a brief thanks, you quickly regained your footing, eager to put some distance between you and Snow.

Suddenly, a train's whistle cut through the quiet, growing louder as it neared. It echoed through the tunnel, a sharp, clear sound that announced its arrival. The train rushes into the station, its brakes squealing as it slows to a jarring stop. It was a small train, just an engine and a couple of cars, but it loomed large, a reminder of the journey that lay ahead.

Coriolanus starts moving towards the train cars, prompting you to reach out. A sense of weariness washes over you – everything feels more prolonged and taxing than it should be. Usually, it's Snow who's at the helm, dictating the next move, not exactly keen on team efforts. You're struck by the need for clarity in this moment, to avoid any potential mix-up.

He turns, his face etching confusion. Sensing the need for a quieter conversation amidst the surrounding din, you subtly motion for him to come closer, allowing for words to be exchanged without the need to shout.

“Snow, you should lead. She might find your approach more trustworthy.”

Inside, though, a ripple of distaste lurks beneath your calm exterior. Watching Snow's intense focus on the screen during the Reaping uncomfortably reminded you of a child's greedy gaze upon sweets. Deciphering his thoughts is like navigating a maze.

Nonetheless, your suggestion seems to touch something in him, perhaps flattering his ego. You don't show it, but the idea irks you. Yet, if it helps him connect with Lucy Gray, you're willing to overlook it.

Snow contemplates for a moment before replying with a hint of formality, ”Isn't it better for you to talk to her, woman to woman? Strangely enough, you two could establish a stronger bond.”

You respond with a simple shake of your head, your expression carefully neutral, masking the undercurrent of irritation inside. Didn’t he want the glory for himself? Strange man.

You watch him closely before finally speaking, "I've noticed the way you look at her. It simply makes more sense for you to have a conversation with her – you seem to understand her in a way I don't.”

He pauses, mulling it over. You ease your grip on his arm as he makes up his mind.

“Right,”' he says, a note of urgency in his voice, “Quickly.”

You and Coriolanus walk towards the train cars, scanning for any sign of Lucy Gray. But Snow soon realises the cars have no windows – they're meant for cargo, not people. Heavy chains and padlocks secure their contents.

A sigh escapes you. 'Wrong train,' you think, ready to give up.

But then a human cry echoes from a cargo car, freezing Snow in his tracks. He heads towards the sound, and a knot forms in your stomach, hoping it's not Lucy Gray.

The Peacekeeper takes his time reaching the car, flipping through his keys. He unlocks the padlock, and the chains fall with a clank. He slides the heavy door open, revealing the car's interior.

It looks empty at first, but then he bangs his baton against the frame, shouting,

“All right, let’s move!”

Tributes shuffle out, but Lucy Gray isn’t among them. A tall boy with dark skin and patched clothes appears first, followed by a thin girl with a cough. Both are barefoot and handcuffed. They sit on the car's edge before jumping down awkwardly. A small girl in a striped dress hesitates at the door.

The Peacekeeper yanks her down, and she lands hard. Then, a young boy follows, hauled out roughly by the Peacekeeper.

Your heart aches for them – they look scared, tired, some even angry. They're treated like livestock, and you wonder if they've even been fed properly.

The Peacekeeper moves to the second car. When the door opens, Jessup, the male tribute from District 12, steps out, squinting in the light. Coriolanus perks up, straightening his uniform and gripping his rose. You're close enough to see sweat on his neck.

'This must be it,' you think.

Then Lucy Gray steps out, her eyes adjusting to the light. Jessup helps her down gracefully, and she pauses to soak in the sunlight, combing her fingers through her hair.

Watching Snow, it's as if the world pauses for him. He's spellbound, like those old stories of love at first sight. It feels surreal, a rare moment of connection that seems so far from your own experiences.

As the moment passes, you nudge Snow forward. He approaches Lucy Gray, an offering of a rose in his hand, his nod a subtle dance of formality and intrigue.

“Welcome to the Capitol,” he said. His voice was slightly gravelly. You choose to stay silent, letting him do the talking.

She came forward and took a petal from his hand.

“When I was little, they used to bathe me in buttermilk and rose petals,” she said in a manner that, despite the unlikeliness of her claim, seemed totally believable. She ran her thumb over the glossy, white surface and slipped the petal into her mouth, closing her eyes to savour the flavour. “Tastes like bedtime.”

You watch her, intrigued and slightly puzzled. She's a mystery, an enigma. You take a moment to really see her, beyond the Capitol's broadcast version. Without the layers of makeup, she looks much younger, more vulnerable. The bruise on her face, likely from a Peacekeeper, stands out starkly. It's a reminder of the harsh reality behind her ethereal presence.

“You two probably shouldn’t be here,' Lucy Gray says, eyeing both of you with a hint of suspicion.

He hesitated, his voice laced with a mix of formality and caution.

“We probably shouldn’t be here,” he admitted, his gaze briefly faltering. “Yet, as your mentors, it's essential that we... I mean, I initially thought it should be just me, but we both wanted to meet you on our terms, away from the Gamemakers' influence.”

Snow's quick self-correction hinted at a brief oversight of your presence, revealing the careful balance he maintained between confidence and the weight of the role he played.

Eager to make a good impression, you step forward.

“Lucy Gray, it's a pleasure to meet you.” Your voice comes out louder than intended, but Lucy doesn’t seem to mind. She's smiling.

“I’m (Y/N) (L/N), another mentor of yours.”

“A chipper, oh I like you!”

Lucy’s response is warm, her smile genuine.

You can feel Snow’s gaze on you as you and Lucy share this brief, friendly exchange.

“And you are?” Lucy turns her attention to Snow.

“Coriolanus Snow,” he replies, his voice carrying a blend of formality and a touch of softness.

“And what do my mentors do besides welcoming me with a single rose?” Lucy asks, her tone playful yet curious.

"I do my best to take care of you,” Snow answers sincerely.

Lucy Gray's gaze momentarily drifted to where the Peacekeepers were handling the children. The girl, frail and thin, hit the platform with such force that she broke a front tooth, while the boy was met with unwarranted kicks as he landed.

Then, turning back to Coriolanus, her smile was a complex mix of jest and earnest.

“Well, good luck, Gorgeous,” she said, her voice carrying a hint of playful challenge.

With that, she walks back to Jessup, leaving Coriolanus alone, still holding the rose, his expression a complex blend of surprise and deep contemplation.

You give Coriolanus a subtle nudge to the side.

“She seems to have a soft spot for you, loverboy,” you remark, a light tease in your tone.

From the corner of your eye, you notice him roll his eyes, a characteristic blend of his pride and discomfort, as he readjusts his pristine uniform.

After the Peacekeepers begin leading the tributes towards the station's main entrance, Coriolanus's demeanour shifts subtly. His eyes narrow, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. Without a word, he suddenly breaks from you, his pace quickening. This unexpected move, uncharacteristic and abrupt, sends a ripple of alarm through you.

He moved with a sudden urgency, his figure slicing through the sparse, eerie quiet of the station. Each of his steps seemed to echo, amplifying the growing sense of urgency.

You're jolted by his abrupt movement, a stark deviation from any discussed plan. Your eyes widen, a mix of shock and disbelief coursing through you as he vanishes into the dim light of the station's exit.

"Coriolanus! Where are you going?" Your voice rises, tinged with both confusion and concern. His sudden dash, unpredictable and rash, leaves you scrambling to understand his intentions.

The air feels heavier, charged with a mix of confusion and apprehension. In your haste, you collided with a Peacekeeper and found yourself knocked to the ground.

As you scrambled to your feet, the guard barked at you, “Watch it! Don’t stir trouble here.”

His scent was unsettling, a sharp, unsettling scent invades your nostrils – a metallic tang of dried blood that sends a shiver down your spine.

You shied away from thinking whose blood it might be and quickly nodded, your eyes scanning the area for any sign of the tall, blond figure of Coriolanus.

'Where could he have gone?' you wonder, a flicker of frustration crossing your mind about your partner.

Your gaze landed on some Peacekeepers gathered near a truck that was starting to pull away.

Out of breath, you manage to ask, “Is that... Where the tributes are? Where are they being taken? I'm with the academy.”

The Peacekeeper in charge gave you a weary look.

“Oh, another one from the academy, huh? They're being taken to the zoo. Your friend went along with them.”

The information hit you like a wave of cold water.

Coriolanus had followed the tributes all the way to their unexpected destination. PART 1 II MASTERLIST II PART 3

#coriolanus snow #the hunger games #hunger games x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray baird #sejanus plinth

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bi-zemo · 1 year

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Need some help? - Tate Langdon x male reader

Thought I'd write one of these since my main tumblr (@quicksilver-but-slutty) is a very ahs/evan peters based acc so here y'all go

crossposted on ao3 here

Reader is struggling to finish due to his antidepressants, tate decides to help

Tate watched invisible as the new occupant of the house entered the bedroom, dumping a satchel on the desk they had built over the weekend and flopping onto the messy bed.

They had only moved in last week, just a dad and his teenage son. So far the ghosts had let them be, too busy with their own drama to be bothered by the dad who had so far only been home once and the son who never left his room. Tate, excluded from these conversations, had found himself resting against walls watching as the young man painted or did homework to a soundtrack of whiney rock tate had never heard before. Listening to shit music was better than being bored.

As the sun went down and the rooms occupant flipped on the christmas lights above his bed tate knew what was coming. The boxers were removed, the music was turned up and the young man got comfy, wrapping his hand around his dick and beginning a gentle pace.

It had happened every night since the small family moved in, and always had the same result. Tate had felt like a creep the first night, almost leaving the room but letting his curiosity get the best of him.

The man began moving faster, almost desperately, a pained look on his face.

Tate sat silent on the desk chair, watching with intrigue.

Then it all suddenly stopped, the hand falling still, the breaths slowing, all without the desired result. The young man clenched his fists, throwing his head against the pillow with a pained sigh.

Tate had seen this every night, he had a problem with finishing.

"damn meds"

Tate watched as the bottle of pills was scooped off the bedside table and thrown across the room with a clatter, tears gathering in the young man's eyes.

Tate felt bad for him, he could see the frustration building more every night. The tears were new but not unexpected.

He had curled up now, a pillow hugged to his chest. Tate looked down at him, having walked closer to the guy when he closed his eyes. Gently moving a piece of damp hair out of his eyes tate knew what he had to do.

Dark eyes were the first thing y/n saw in the hazy dream, followed by blonde locks as the picture got clearer and a wave of pleasure. He let out a soft moan and the guy smiled although proud of himself. y/n felt a hand moving faster around his dick.

"that's it, let me take care of you"

The guy pressed his mouth to y/ns neck and sucked before biting the tendon, causing y/ns dick to twitch and a groan to leave his lips.

The blonde raised a hand to y/ns hair and pulled, the hand on his dick speeding up.

"I want you to cum for me."

It was whispered into his ear quietly.

Y/n knew it was impossible but still nodded sleepily, his head throbbing from the hand in his hair and his breaths short.

"good boy. "

And with that y/n awoke, his eyes shooting open, his sheets sticky and his head still throbbing.

He slid out of bed and walked across the room, grabbing his smokes and a lighter from his desk and lighting one.

He was glad that he had finally gotten off but something was bugging him.

Why the hell was he having wet dreams about a fucking school shooter.

He had seen the plaque on his first day, the names of the victims, and had looked into it immediately, finding the yearbooks with the name Tate Langdon and a face blacked out in marker. This had lead him to google where he had first seen the blonde.

He had always found an interest in morbid things, true crime and such, but this was the first time he had seen one of them in a dream.

It was weird but not out of the ordinary, he didn't want to call a murderer hot but Tate wasn't unattractive. The dark eyes, the grundgey dress sense, it was kinda y/ns type. Y/n shook his head and stubbed the cigarette out on a plate he had forgotten to take out of his room days ago, letting the butt join the others that had gathered there.

It was too early for this shit yet now y/n was awake he probably wasn't sleeping much more. He shoved a cd into his player and collapsed onto his bed, shoving another cigarette between his chapped lips.

Tate didn't know how to feel about what he did, the guy needed some help but tate had never even thought about touching another man before.

He was crouched on the windowsill opposite the bed, listening to whatever the guy had stuck on at a low volume.

The guy was typing on his laptop in deep thought so tate had zoned out, until he heard his name.

It was a woman on some video, he hopped down and sat gently on the bed, the guy turned suddenly as if he could see tate before looking back at the video.

"tate langdon left the school grounds but was found in his home, the house commonly referred to as the murder house, and was cornered by police in his bedroom on the top floor where he was shot in an altercation."

Sounded pretty accurate, although tate had no idea where this woman had heard about this. He was almost caught be surprise when the guy shut the laptop and shoved it on a nearby shelf before beginning to tug clothes on.

It was morning and soon the house would be empty for the day.

The guy reluctantly dug through the shit on the floor to find the pills he had thrown the night before and upon finding them swallowed two dry, shoving them onto a random surface.

As he left the room the guy looked in the mirror to fix his hair and adjust the beanie he had shoved on. Tate noticed a pause in movement and watched the guy press a few fingers to the bruise on his neck.

"what the.." he shook his head and left the room.

Later that day y/n returned, just after sunset. He could smell the weed on his own clothes but didn't care, knowing his dad probably wasn't home. The bruise had been on his mind all day, not even the half gram he had smoked could draw his thoughts from the light teethmarks. A couple of the guys in his class had pointed it out, teasing that he had finally found a girl. He went along with it because really he had no explanation.

He dumped his satchel on the desk and collapsed onto the bed, shuffling as one of the old springs dug into his back.

Was the dream a sign, that maybe his problem was over?

He had been prescribed with antidepressants a couple months ago, and since then he had been struggling to get off, no one but him was affected as no one would even think of getting with him but it still made him ashamed. Not to mention the stress that had been building after the first couple weeks of failed attempts.

He was a 17 year old boy, before this he had gotten himself of far more than what was necessary, suddenly stopping that had not exactly made him feel good. Add on top of that the stress of being forced to move across the country and he was not exactly doing well.

Why a school shooter from the 90s had finally been the thing to solve that he had no idea. It was actually kind of concerning, because it almost confirmed y/ns suspicions.

Y/n had suspected the house was haunted, moving from so far he hadn't known the history of the house but at school that day he had googled it. A wikipedia list of crimes had filled his phone screen, from 1920s abortions all the way to the familiar name. That would explain the shit being moved and the creaks he would hear in the night.

The thing that freaked y/n out the most however was the article on tate himself, the video had been right with the bedroom, and crime scene photos confirmed that tate had died where y/n was currently sat, the same bedframe and everything.

He knew he shouldn't even think of it but the concept was kinda hot, the possibility of tate being there and watching y/n in his most private moments.

Y/n felt his dick start to fill at the thought of it, damn his voyeuristic tendencies.

He looked around, praying he was alone, before turning on some midwest emo and pulling of his clothes, chucking them onto the growing pile on the floor.

He spat on his hand and wrapped it around his dick beginning to move slowly.

Since the start of his problem he didn't last very long, getting close in minutes before being physically unable to cum.

Today was the same, no matter how fast his hand moved and his hips bucked up, he couldnt get over the edge. He panted letting out a desperate cry.

Thats when he felt it, a presence, followed by a cold hand running up his side.

He whined moving into the feeling despite how weird he knew it was.

"tate?"

He barely blinked before a figure appeared along with a weight on his lap.

"you know my name."

Tates hands didn't stop moving, only one coming to pause on y/ns waist as he straddled him.

"do I scare you?"

Y/n looked into his dark eyes, letting out gaspy breaths.

"no." he was telling the truth.

"good."

Tate could feel the warmth coming from the alive body beneath him, watching the chest move with rapid breaths.

"I'm gonna help you."

The man beneath him nodded and tate took this as a sign to move his hands onto the guys cock, pumping until it was fully hard.

"are you a virgin?"

"yeah-"

"so was I until recently, don't worry I'll take care of you."

Tate moved his hand round to grab y/ns ass, lightly brushing his fingers over his hole and feeling the muscles flex beneath his touch.

"I- I have lube, in the drawer,"

"I know, I've been watching love."

Tate felt y/ns dick twitch in his hand and smiled a little.

He moved away for a moment, hearing a whine that almost made him blush, and opened the drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and squirting some onto his fingers.

Tate honestly had no idea what he was doing but he knew he would need lube.

He inserted one finger, having watched y/n do it a few days before. The man beneath him let out a quiet moan, his eyes glued to tates.

Y/n was tight and hot, and the young man was constantly letting out noise as tate inserted another finger and began moving them slowly.

Tate almost worried that he would break y/n, with all the man's wriggling and gasping. But tates doubts were removed when y/n came with a loud groan, cum covering the guys abdomen.

Tate began to remove his fingers when y/n let out a desperate "no, please, I need you"

He drew out his fingers completely, feeling y/n clench as though he didn't want them to leave.

"shh it's okay, I'm just getting more lube."

Tate wiped off his fingers before hastily unbuttoning his baggy jeans. He had started getting hard the moment he had heard the breathy gasp of his name and by now his dick was fully erect. He chucked his jeans on the floor, yanking his other layers off and tugging down his boxers as quickly as he could. Y/n was looking at him with wide eyes and tate didn't know what to do other than to pull him into a messy kiss.

"I think it's gonna hurt a bit,"

"I don't care."

Y/n was still out of breath and trying to pull tate down on top of him causing a smile to grace tates face.

"gimme a sec babe. "

Tate grabbed more lube, rubbing it over his dick and y/ns hole before leaning over y/n and lining up.

"just lift your hips up a little- there you go."

It came out slightly strained as the head of tates cock slipped into y/n, the younger man clenching around him.

"fuck."

"that feeling ok?"

Y/n nodded, attempting to pull tate closer as the rest of tate slid in.

Finally fully sheathed tate couldn't quite describe the feeling, he was so tight it almost hurt but at the same time it felt so good.

"can you move, please"

"of course love."

Tate began thrusting sloppily, his energy making up for his lack of expirience. He moved his hand to grab at y/ns already messy hair.

This was so much better than fucking girls.

"tate I- can you,"

"I can do whatever you want baby, what is it?"

Y/n blushed, still panting out moans.

"can you bite me again, mark me,"

Tate barely let him finish his sentence, pulling his head up by his hair to latch onto his neck, nearly breaking the skin.

Y/n moaned so loud tate worried one of the other ghosts would think he was killing again, and a moment later y/n clenched, cumming over both of their stomachs. Tate managed one more stuttery thrust before cumming inside y/n, hearing him let out one last quiet groan.

"holy shit."

Tate could barely hear the words through the heavy breathing as he slipped out, curiously watching y/n clench around nothing.

"yeah."

"do you smoke?"

They both took a cigarette.

#tate langdon #evan peters #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon x you #tate langdon x y/n #Tate langdon x male reader #Male reader #x male reader #x male y/n #Ahs #american horror story #murder house #ahs murder house #American horror story murder house

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allthelittlecreepycrawlies · 3 months

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With A Flap of Wings, Part 9

(Note: This is the last section I wrote before getting hit in the face with writer's block. I know exactly how the rest of it goes, I even have a bullet point outline for it, I just... yeah. Anyway, I hope you've enjoyed everything posted so far.)

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It has been a little over four years since their son's odd state of continued existence was revealed to the jianghu.

With Xunyao at the summer lectures, Mingjue and Zonghui off handling a pack of troublesome boar yao, and Jinghe traveling with her mothers and aunt, Nie Haoran is taking advantage of the weather and empty family halls to spend time with Huaisang while getting some records updated.

It is well after lunchtime and he has been bogged down in dates and names long enough he would normally start getting a headache when he finally notices that the familiar hum of his saber has... changed.

Over the years, the blade's spirit had grown heavier, more ravenous, pressing against the back of his skull like a tiger that knows there's meat to be had just outside its cage and is testing to see if it can be reached one way or another.

And now it's… calm. He can just picture it sated and purring as it naps sprawled out by a hearth fire.

He blinks, then looks down to find that Huaisang has dozed off curled up at his side, the saber resting on the grass between them and translucent fingertips just barely touching the hilt.

Nothing about him seems to have changed, but...

Curiosity piqued, he checks to see if his son will continue sleeping for a while yet, then gathers up his work and goes to find his second and the sect's head healer.

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After an initial examination and a few careful tests, Liu Feng cautiously agrees with the hypothesis that Nie Haoran has formed.

Whatever form of spirit Nie Huaisang has become, contact with him seems to, at least temporarily, soothe the previously endless and unstoppable hunger of the saber spirits.

His mind spins with this information.

Their family's curse had been weighing more and more on his mind as he had watched the boys start going on more and more difficult solo night hunts and his daughter's bonding ceremony drew closer.

He has been feeling older than his actual age more and more as of late, dealing with twinges and pulls and headaches that left him tired and irritable, the first signs of the inexorable decline that awaited them all.

It is likely already too late to completely save his own generation, but if this could stop, or even just slow down the sickness brought on by the sabers' needs, then perhaps the next one…

But he doesn't yet know what the possibilities he is envisioning would cost Huaisang in return.

Would his son have to be bound to the garden permanently, as the masterless sabers had been bound to the tombs since the birth of the sect? Or, worse, would the sabers overwhelm him, draining his soul until there was nothing left to move on? Both of those potential futures make his stomach twist in a mix of horror and guilt, especially since he has no doubt Huaisang would agree to any plan suggested to him, personal cost be damned.

After all, his son has already cast his own life aside for them once already.

He decides to have the healers work on refining the tests and continue testing. He will consult every useful opinion, from the elders to his oldest friends to his wives when they return home.

Only once he has a much clearer picture of the situation and several potential plans to choose from will he bring this up with his son.

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The research is not easy, nor is it quick. Years pass marked in searched shelves and discarded ideas, and almost too quickly, a decade has come and gone.

Nie Haoran knows his health will not hold out much longer. Even though Nie Huaisang has caught on to what he is trying to do and clearly wants to assist-

-he has not failed to notice that his son now very purposefully sleeps with one hand resting on the saber’s blade whenever they share a few shichen in the garden-

-he will not risk his child.

He and his wives are reading over the latest set of scrolls Lan Qiren has unearthed for the project when the air around them suddenly vibrates with such a strong burst of spiritual energy that even Nie Leiyun, with her lack of cultivation, gasps and clutches her chest.

"What-"

"The garden!"

Bolting from the library, they find Meng Shi and Nie Zonghui attempting to help Nie Xunyao to his feet in the hallway, the young man pale and trembling from where he's been violently heaving all over the floor.

"What happe-"

Another unseen explosion ripples through the building, and now there are dozens more pairs of footsteps running through the halls as the other disciples and servants react to the confusing invisible assault on the Realms.

"Zongzhu, where-"

"Fuqin! A-niang!" Nie Mingjue calls as he rounds the corner, Nie Jinghe and two disciples right behind him. "It's Sang-di, he-"

"Were you with him when this started?" Nie Linsong asks and her son shakes his head.

"No, but I… I think I know what's going o-"

The next pulse rattles the floor under their feet and the thinner walls, and as it finishes passing over, Nie Haoran feels his nose start to bleed. Looking around, his children and nephews and disciples are in similarly bad shape, Nie Jinghe clutching her head and starting to cry from the pain and Nie Xunyao having vomited on the floor again.

"Take those two to the infirmary," he says to the disciples who look the least affected. "Jue-er, let's go."

Meng Shi immediately follows the disciples carrying her son, but Nie Leiyun looks torn between the misery of the child with her now and the child suffering in the garden.

"Go with Jinghe," Nie Linsong says, squeezing her hands. "We won't lose him."

Fighting back tears, their wife nods and follows the disciples helping her daughter.

"Tell us what's wrong with him," Nie Haoran orders as he, Linsong, Mingjue, and Zonghui make their way across the courtyard, trying to calm panicked sect members and servants in their path.

"I think today is the day I was supposed to die."

His mother stops short so fast that his father nearly bowls her over accidentally. “What?” they both ask almost in unison.

#mdzs #nie family #nie sect #papa nie #huaisang's mother #mingjue's mother #nie mingjue #nie huaisang #jin guangyao #fanfic

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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not a soldat | part 17.

Summary: Y/N L/N is not a superhero. No serums, no agencies. Just a civilian from a long line of family that’s served in the military. Y/N’s a history buff and bit of a spy in her own special way. This somehow lands her in trouble she never saw coming and straight into the hands of Falcon, Captain America, and Black Widow… if she doesn’t get caught in the unbreakable grasp of the Winter Soldier first.

Warning for the Series: violence, angst, slow burn

Pairing: Bucky x black!reader

Word Count: 1.8k

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It was a doctor’s appointment turned vacation. Bucky had to go back to Wakanda to get his arm checked and decided to turn it into a couple’s retreat for you two. The team already knew not to contact him for a mission unless the literal world was ending.

“Two weeks. Just give me two weeks with my princess, please guys,” Bucky asked as the quinjet was headed home from a recon mission.

“I think we can stop the bad guys for two weeks without Barnes and if we can’t maybe we should all retire.” Sam clapped Bucky on the back who smiled in appreciation.

“I’m leaving too. It’s Coop’s birthday, we’re taking the kids to Disney,” Clint said.

The team exited the elevators and stepped into the common room. They could see you on the couch, asleep. You always tried to work late and stay up whenever you got wind that they were coming home from a mission so you could greet them. It worked about sixty-seven percent of the time. This was not one of those times. The rest of the Avengers watched Bucky crouch down in front of you and lightly shake your shoulder. Your eyes fluttered open and a large smile appeared on your face.

“You’re back.”

“Just got in, darlin’.”

Bucky looked down at the journal that was underneath you. It looked relatively new so he assumed it was your personal one. He chuckled as he held it up— the page was smudged from where your face had been rubbing against it, and there was a small drool stain.

“Slept good?”

“Oh no,” you grabbed it from him. “Don’t tell me I ruined it.”

The page wasn’t bad. Only the drawings were a little smudge but the drawings weren’t exactly important— just references for a clearer picture.

“What is it?”

“Infinity Stones… I think, at least that’s what this Asgardian explorer called it but I’m pretty sure he, I think it’s a he, Asgardian names are kind of hard to make out gender hmm might not have a gender but he picked it up from Titans.”

“Infinity Stones?”

“Mmm hmm. They give the wearer God-like powers but would definitely kill most people if all six were used at once. And…”

“Let me guess,” Steve said when you faltered. “Someone’s looking for them?”

“Arn— the explorer — says it’s a Titan but his descriptions are vague. I’ve been piecing it together but I don’t think the Titan wants it just for power. I think he’s on a mission, something happened. It doesn’t matter though, no one really knows where the stones are… well except for Vis, but the rest are currently lost in location.”

“Well, how about we continue piecing it together after bed, printesa?”

You nodded and stood up. Gathering your stuff, you let Bucky lead you with his hands on your shoulders towards the elevators.

“Your room or mine?”

“My floor is closer, printesa.”

Bucky’s suitcase was filled with clothes for the both of you because your suitcase was filled with papers. You also put in a two week vacation form with S.H.I.E.L.D. but the papers were all Infinity Stone related. You felt compelled to figure this out. It was probably nothing considering the planet Titan was apparently wiped out or damn near a few years ago but still. If Arn seemed concerned, you were as well.

It would’ve been easier with Thor and Bruce to help you figure out anything— the stones seemed very science based— but they were still gone doing who knows what. You assured Bucky that he and Wakanda were the main focus of your trip and the books were mere background.

Despite the fact that T’Challa opened outreach programs to the world after the whole Killmonger incident, Wakanda itself didn’t get many tourists— not that they were complaining. And most tourists didn’t stay long, didn’t go very far, and were black. So when you guys stepped off the quinjet, Bucky was still greeted with the shouts of random children calling him White Wolf. You also earned a nickname, Little Raven. Amongst the historian, Caliber, and a few others you didn’t care for, Little Raven wasn’t that bad. They called you that because of your cleverness like the bird and because ravens hung around wolves.

“You two need to visit more often!” Shuri practically pounced on you, followed by Okoye.

“I’ve missed this place, Wakanda is honestly a second home.”

“Then come visit your cousins.”

“My fault, I’m afraid. Missions keep us kind of busy,” Bucky said as he took the suitcases and started walking towards a car.

You and him were stopped before he could put them in the trunk.

“Where do you two think you’re going?”

“Our apartment… did you guys sell it?”

“We moved you.”

Okoye took a bag from Bucky and you both followed her. This apartment was a little closer to the palace than your last one, considering it was within easy walking distance. After seeing the place you understood why they moved you guys. The old apartment was a two bedroom— both bedrooms small and made for roommates. This two bedroom was made for an actual couple/small family. One of the rooms was significantly bigger, clearly the master bedroom.

It was also a lot nicer than the other place. To the point where for a brief second you and Bucky were concerned it would take up a whole paycheck from one of you, even with the sizable salaries S.H.I.E.L.D. (Tony) provided. T’Challa insisted you guys didn’t have to pay but you two wanted to do things as normal as possible in life and paying for an apartment was something civilians did.

Shuri was pleased with the tests being run on Bucky. His arm seemed in fine condition as well as his brain, they would try to help him with the nightmares. While he ran tests, you worked on the journals. Bucky came back to the apartment very late to see you on the bed looking at a loose sheet of paper. He walked over and carefully climbed on the bed, not one to mess up your work. You smiled but kept working as Bucky’s weight slowly settled on top of you— he still kept himself propped up a little. Bucky moved your hair out of the way and you almost shuddered as you felt his breath against the back of your neck.

“Is this okay?”

“I’m working.”

He backed off and just hung his head over your shoulder to see what you were doing. Bucky watched you finish a sketch of a gauntlet and next to it… a giant purple man?

“Who’s this?”

“Thanos. I think. Another explorer actually gave a name of the Titan and a description. Big, purple, large chin, beady eyes. I’m guessing this is what he looked like.”

“So that’s who wants the stones?”

“His planet was dying, he thought that would make it better. Titan was gone before he could find out, and then he went dark.”

“Dark?”

“The new explorer’s journal. It’s a refugee diary. Thanos couldn’t save his own planet and now wants to save others. He wiped out half their population.”

“Half?!”

“To stop them from overpopulating and dying like Titan. And from what it seems, he’s got a lot of resources to do it. I wish I had his journal, could know exactly what he wants instead of third hand accounts. But Thanos doesn’t strike me as a notebook keeping type, huh?”

You finished the drawing and showed Bucky more of what you found. He was impressed. Just like with Victor you managed to get into the head of Thanos and figure out what they wanted.

You showed him a crude drawing of the universe, your attempt at mapping all the planets outside the solar system and locating Titan— you wanted to give it to Thor, since he trusted you with the Asgard files, you wanted it to be an Asgardian that went back to Titan. Snapping the book shut, you put your work off to the side and turned around underneath Bucky so you could look him in the eye.

“It’s kind of sad, don’t you think? I mean it’s wrong but he’s trying to fix a problem. He just doesn’t even see that he’s not actually helping.”

“The road to hell is paved with good intentions.”

“Yeah. Still, I wish we could talk to him… help him.”

“Does he want to be helped?”

“I don’t know. But I want to find him and tell S.H.I.E.L.D., if anyone can help it’s the Avengers.”

“You sound like those cheesy skits about us.”

You batted your eyelashes and sighed dramatically. “Oh thank goodness you’re here, Mr. Winter Soldier. I need an Avenger to save me.”

“Cheesy, darlin’.”

“I’m a damsel. I’m in distress. And I need a strong Avenger to save me.”

You reached up to grab Bucky’s face. He rolled his eyes, laughing, but dropped his head down to kiss you. Your hands fisted in his shirt as his tongue swiped against your bottom lip. Bucky pulled away and you whined a little. He pecked your lips once more and then lifted you up once he got off.

“Tomorrow, do you want to go to the jazz bar?”

“That sounds fun, Buck.”

You two showered together like you almost always did— the exception being when he was covered in blood that wasn’t his own from a mission. You settled easily into Bucky’s right side. He always preferred you on the right since it was his flesh arm. Bucky rubbed your arm until you fell asleep, following shortly after.

You felt Bucky’s grip tighten slightly and felt movement from underneath you. He was having another nightmare, you could tell from the movement. Without even opening an eye, you stretched your hand and gingerly brushed your fingertips against him until you reached the metal arm. You found that he woke up sooner when you knocked on the metal, the sound of the knocking combined with the touch pulled him into the real world quicker.

Bucky stilled for a moment and his eyes flashed open. He looked down at you. Your eyes were closed but you were still knocking, unaware that he was awake now. Bucky grabbed your hand to stop it. He watched you sigh as he kissed your knuckles. When he let go, your hand fell to where it was wrapped around his waist before the nightmare had started. You snuggled in harder and were once again out like a light. Bucky just watched you for a moment before closing his eyes and settling back down. You didn’t blink, didn’t complain, and weren’t scared. You just tapped him awake like it was nothing and went back to sleep. For that he was forever grateful.

(Part 18)...

#bucky x reader #avengers fic #marvel fic

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killemwithkawaii · 2 years

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[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]

…The first time we parted, we had just gathered up everything we were going to need to wait out the winter. We’d made one last stop before we would finally start climbing the foothills of the mountains. A little gas to get us there, a few snacks to eat on the way…. It was a quick, and very costly detour.

I don’t know how or why, exactly… Maybe the cashier had seen Mitch slip a few sticks of jerky into her sleeve, or maybe the tags on the old junker we’d stolen were expired. Maybe we’d finally been recognized, after our pictures had been circulating on the news for over a month, and the rumors of my escape had gained traction, and maybe it was so stupid of me to think I could sit in the front seat with her for a change… I don’t know, but it doesn’t really matter why. The result was the same in the end.

We were driving along a stretch of the highway through the woods, when out of nowhere there were sirens and flashing lights behind us. I felt my blood run so cold, and I was just frozen there for a second…

Mitch was in the drivers seat. She asked what we should do.

Obviously, this wasn’t going to be a routine traffic stop, but a chase wasn’t a great alternative, either. In my experience, they never ended well.

I told her to pull over

She asked, “Is there a side road or something on the map where I can try and lose him?”

I said, ‘no.’

She kept her pace steady. The cop car edged closer to us. I tried to tell her to pull over again.

“Sally, I’m not pulling over, we can’t let them see you…!”

I looked ahead and saw all these pinpricks of light on the road- it was a blockade. They had us surrounded.

She eased up on the gas as the walls started closing in on us. She was looking around frantically for an out, like an animal in a cage. I had never seen her look so afraid.

I said, “Mitch, please, pull over and let me out.”

It had been a good run, but I knew that this was the end. I knew by now when it was time to cut your losses and do damage control. At the very least, I wanted her to make it out of it alive.

I told her, “Stay here. I’ll make a run for it through the trees and draw their fire. I’m the one they’re after. There’s no reason for you to go down with me. Keep your hands up and stay in the car until they come for you. You can say that I made you do it- I took you hostage and threatened to hurt you unless you helped me run. They’ll believe you. You can go back to your life like none of this ever happened.”

She tried to say, “No, there has to be another way,” and I told her that, “There’s nothing else we can do. You have to let me out. I’m sorry, Mitchie. It’s over…”

“How can you just say that?”

Her little hands were white knuckled on the steering wheel, and tears were welling up in her eyes. The bags under them had gotten so dark in those few weeks. She looked so tired….

She sniffed and wiped their nose on her sweater sleeve. She said,

“Sally when I first wrote to you, I already knew that you were going to die. I didn’t want you to- I tried to stop it, but I knew it would probably still happen... I had accepted it from the beginning. I was going to treasure those letters you wrote to me and miss you so much, but I’d made peace with our time together being what it was. I thought that I’d never get to touch you or hold you or spend time with you without a piece of glass between us, and I was okay with that…”

Her voice started cracking, like she was choking.

“But then you showed up out of nowhere in the middle of the night. You whisked me away and you gave me a taste of what it would be like to be with you- tp have fun with you, do normal things, like a real couple- and now you want me to give it all up, just like that?”

They looked at me incredulously. She asked,

“Do you think you mean that little to me? After all we’ve done, how the hell can I just go back to my life now, Sal? How the fuck could you do this to me…?!”

She started sobbing, and the car was slowing as the blockade came into clearer view. Sirens were echoing on all sides of us. It hurt to admit, but I knew that what she said was right. This was my fault, just like it always is.

“Mitchie, I...I’m sorry. I should have never gotten you mixed up in all this. I should have just said ‘thank you’ and left it at that-”

“No!! That’s not what I… I just… Fuck!!”

She hung her head and kept crying. I put a hand on her shoulder in a sorry attempt to comfort her. She got quiet for a moment.

“Sally… All that stuff you said…the cult, the demons, the universe hopping, alternate timelines… the reason you had to kill all those people… how you’d fallen in love with me… that was all true, right? You weren’t lying and making it all up just to try and get away…?”

“No! No, of course not! All of it was true. Every word, I wouldn’t lie to you…”

“Then… Is there… Do you think there are other timelines where we both exist, too?”

“I… well, I don’t know. But, there must be at least a few, if this one exists…”

I could see the gears turning in their head. The car had slowed to a stop.

She turned and said, “Sally… before we do this, will you please promise me something?”

I listened closely, ignoring the barking of the cop behind us.

“Promise me you’ll give it another shot. Give us another shot. Find me again, so that we can have another chance at having a happy, normal life together. Will you do that for me, Sal?”

After all she’d done for me- lifted my spirits and shown me love, made all these stupid bets and completely twisted her morals, faced her fears, faught like hell, and put her blind faith in me, all for a tiny chance at happiness with a version of me that was already ruined… after all that, how could I possibly deny her? At the very least, I owed her a few words of comfort to carry with her after I left.

“Yes…,” I said, “I’ll do it. I promise, Mitchie, I’ll find you again, and we’ll have a happy, normal life together… I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it happen this time.”

She lifted their head and smiled at me. Tears were still streaming down her cheeks.

She held out her pinky, and I hooked my own around it to seal the deal.

I took what I thought was one last long look at her before I unbuckled my seatbelt and reached for the handle. The lock was activated before I could pull it.

“...Mitch?”

She unbuckled their own seatbelt. Her gaze was set on the red and blue lights ahead of us.

“Mitch, what are you-”

She floored it.

I screamed for her to stop.

She didn’t take another look at me.

Shots rang through the sirens as we gathered speed. With my final breath, I was begging Mitch to hit the breaks.

We came to a sudden stop when our vehicle collided with the police blockade.

Both of us were ejected through the windshield, Mitch hitting the pavement head first, while my spine was jackknifed in half on the frame of one of the cop cars we’d hit.

I heard one of the officers call for an ambulance and a clean-up crew before my souls connection to that body was severed.

I sat up from the meat I’d been puppeting for the past decade, and I watched. I couldn’t bring myself to jump from that universe without being witness to the aftermath. I waited with Mitch as her blood pooled around her, her unseeing eyes still open, what was left of her face still stained with tears.

Almost twenty minutes later, an ambulance came for our corpses. My body was untangled from the windshield frame and placed into a black plastic bag. They peeled Mitch off of the tar, the contents of her skull spilling out as the paramedics lifted her limp body onto a stretcher, one of them following along to scoop up the puddles of brains and bone fragments she’d left trailing behind her.

What had once been my lover had been reduced to common roadkill in an instant. I’d watched it happen, I’d made it happen, but I couldn’t stop it. Mitchie may have been at the wheel, but I was the one who drove her to that. She would have never done it otherwise…. It was yet another gruesome, senseless death- another debt I could never repay, another layer of blood I was unable to wash from my hands, another promise I had to keep, no matter what it costed me.

I took one last look up the road before I jumped from that universe. The sun was starting to peak over the horizon, bathing the mountains, just a few miles away, in a warm, golden glow. It was beautiful. My god, I wished with everything I had in me in that moment that she could have seen it, too…

I decided then that, some day, in some timeline I hadn’t fucked up yet, I would find her, and she would see it. I’d make it happen, and when it did, I would be right there with her, taking in the view, with her hand in mine….

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#the staycation 🏡💙#penpal!mitch #tw death #tw unreality #tw police #tw violence #tw suicide #tw body horror #tw eye trauma #tw unsanitary #tw organs #tw blood #tw injury #tw police violence #tw weapon #meet the fishers

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lgcjisoo · 2 years

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𝕁𝕀𝕊𝕆𝕆 // ℍ𝔼ℝ𝔼... ℍ𝔸𝕍𝔼 𝔸 𝕊𝕃𝕀ℂ𝔼. ( open event 005 )

MBTI .

INFJ ( a ) ISFP ( a ) .

Advocates (INFJs) may be the rarest personality type of all, but they certainly leave their mark on the world. Idealistic and principled, they aren’t content to coast through life – they want to stand up and make a difference. For Advocate personalities, success doesn’t come from money or status but from seeking fulfillment, helping others, and being a force for good in the world.

While they have lofty goals and ambitions, Advocates shouldn’t be mistaken for idle dreamers. People with this personality type care about integrity, and they’re rarely satisfied until they’ve done what they know to be right. Conscientious to the core, they move through life with a clear sense of their values, and they aim never to lose sight of what truly matters – not according to other people or society at large, but according to their own wisdom and intuition.

( oh vey, i had to retake this because the old mbti when the first muse appeared 8 months ago does not apply anymore ! he’s no white knight but jisoo simply has strong morals & also strives to help others rather than focusing on himself. the INFJ mbti seems infinitely more appropriate for him the more i read into this & i’ll likely be reading into this for the next little while... this makes so much more sense because i was having a difficult time with comprehending what is behind the drive for jisoo, and what he is seeking for in life, and why he isn’t so career driven, and ultimately it seems that while he does wish to have a career evidently, it’s not something that is so primarily driving him, but moreso other things in his life. this gives me a better view into what he may want to do in the very far future from now, like hello 10-20 years, which is an interesting view since i’d never thought that far before for any of my muses. )

HOGWARTS HOUSE . gryffindor primary / burned ravenclaw secondary.

Gryffindor Primaries care about their gut morality. They want to do the right thing, and they think part of that answer comes from trusting yourself. They can still be thoughtful, careful, and rational, but they have a strong belief in the value of moral compasses. Some things are just wrong, no matter how many pretty words you use. A Burned Ravenclaw Secondary might want to be skilled, curious, and prepared, but they feel like they are (or like people think they are) limited, clumsy, or inconstant. Gathering knowledge, hobbies, skills, or tools is the right way to achieve their goals, but Burned Ravenclaws know that's not going to work within their capabilities. So they take other paths and use other tools-- maybe a Gryffindor's bluntness, a Slytherin's flexibility, or a Hufflepuff's slow and steady dedication.

( is this the part where i’m bamboozled & legitimately was shocked that jisoo was a gryffindor primary, but okay that’s fine. jisoo does have a tendency to stand by his morals, and usually won’t go along with anything that goes against his moral compass, or his gut feelings. if he gets persuaded, it’s likely because he sees a greater outcome ( if at all ), or if he had already wanted to give in, even with minor things such as in the past when keeho told him to just forego studying in order for them to do something else or hang out. with education out of the picture at this point in his life, jisoo finds that he isn’t much of a rule breaker at all, and quite by the book. regarding how jisoo could have been a ravenclaw, perhaps i was being too optimistic or didn’t have a good peg on him at all, but while he has good intentions to do more, he simply doesn’t have the skillset to accompany it quite yet. he doesn’t have his passions in line and doesn’t truly know what he wants to do at the end that he can do, because of his lacking skillset thus the burned ravenclaw secondary versus a pure ravenclaw secondary. at this time, his ambitions are a bit askew, and while the picture is becoming clearer, and he’s more headstrong about it now, it’s a bit weak. ) DAEMON . marsupial >>>> quokka.

Your daemon would take the form of a marsupial! Those who have marsupial daemons are protective and giving people who typically have an unusual or quirky perspective on life. They are creative individuals good at inspiring their loved ones, notably quiet until something riles them up. Your daemon would take the form of a quokka! You are a curious and friendly individual who comes across as quiet. More so than others with marsupial daemons, those with quokkas are very welcoming people despite their introverted status; they're group-aware and good at taking the social temperature of the people around them. They are specialized people who like being well-prepared and keeping the peace.

( jisoo is indeed very friendly and really quiet, other than to his closest friends. being protective is a repeating offender trait you will see throughout the entire personality analysis, but that’s a big part of who he is & honestly, you can see how it gets him in trouble at times when wires gets crossed with a certain few people in his past, because his protective and kind nature can get misread. that doesn’t mean he loves them any less. it’s probably a good thing he’s such a quiet foil considering most of his friends are rather loud personalities, and he lets them take the lead for the most part, but he’s standing behind as a guardian, ensuring that no harm comes to them, lest from himself. )

ENNEAGRAM . #009 THE PEACEMAKER The Easygoing, Self-Effacing Type: Receptive, Reassuring, Agreeable, and Complacent

Nines are accepting, trusting, and stable. They are usually creative, optimistic, and supportive, but can also be too willing to go along with others to keep the peace. They want everything to go smoothly and be without conflict, but they can also tend to be complacent, simplifying problems and minimizing anything upsetting. They typically have problems with inertia and stubbornness. At their Best: indomitable and all-embracing, they are able to bring people together and heal conflicts.

( this came up really close with #002 - the helper. jisoo is very trusting, and accepting, and has a positive view on things in his life, in generally a half cup full person. thankful for what life has given to him, even though he’s pretty average in his opinion, he wants to make the most of what it has to give him, and is also perhaps, annoyingly pushing that view towards others too, which could be quite irritating if you are an extreme pessimist or ‘realist’ as those may say. but honestly he just wants to blanket people when they’re feeling down & will never hesitate to reach out and help you when you’re down. :D )

in the end : it seems that across all the personality analyses - jisoo, while introverted & quiet, is extremely headstrong in his beliefs & morals, & while he will go with the flow, he won’t let people persuade him to step over his personal moral lines, and perhaps it’s a bit goody-two-shoes or a bit dull in some people’s perspectives, but i’m sure he can be the ‘good’ sprinkles in the variety spice cabinet of life and friends groups :^) jisoo isn’t polished at all though, and while he’s still wavering in his new career, he’s also very rough around the edges with his skillset which is something he eventually does and will work on, though he has to get his head down to focus on that first since the potential is there, but he hasn’t reached that yet. personality wise, even whilst writing him, jisoo has a strong tendency to mother hen all of his friends, & now we can see why. this has been fun & i hope you enjoyed reading too, if you did.

#lgc:personality #he's been my hardest child to figure out #& idk why #some of you guys have gotten full earfuls about this :sob:#wc: 849

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digitalearnseo · 6 months

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Backend Development Unplugged : Strategies and Best Practices

Backend development is the expertise that powers the web. Yet it does it quietly by allowing people to glance at their favorite sites without even knowing about all the work put in by the back-end developer or team.

Back End Development- Meaning

Back-end development languages manage the ‘behind-the-scenes’ working of web applications. It’s code that joins the web to a database, manages user connections, and strengthens the web application itself. Back-end development works with the front-end to deliver the final product to the end user.

Back-end developers are primarily focusing on the working of websites. They write code that aims at the working and logic strengthening the application they are working on, and the technology they run on has yet to be directly known by users.

Benefits of Back-End Web Development

The following are the benefits of the Back-end web development:

Makes information sharing faster- The back-end recovers data from the archive and transfers the information to the web interface for the app view. Hence, a website’s back-end serves as its framework and enables knowledge sharing.

Impacts the experience of website users- The back-end performs all tasks necessary to make a website function. The consistency of back-end technology can influence the user interface provided by a website.

Adds utility to front-end development- The back-end code gathers the values each time a user provides his login credentials and compares them with the stored data in databases. Without quality back-end technology, no website will work.

Work of a back-end Developer

The work of a back-end web developer is as follows:

Maintaining legacy applications (older applications that other programmers have already built)

Putting out fires like bugs and broken applications.

Attending meetings to gather requirements for a project.

Writing the code for new applications and projects.

Types of Back-End Development Languages

The following are the main back-end development programming languages:

Java- Java is the most popular back-end programming language, and for good reason. What makes Java so flexible is the Java Virtual Machine (JVM). Java Virtual Machine can run code on any laptop. Usage of Java back-end development language includes mobile application development, Website development, and Database connectivity.You can learn Java back-end development course from digitalearn.in.

Ruby- It is a web development language built on top of the Ruby programming language. It is a set of tools that allow you to create basic tasks. Ruby involves little back-end work, enabling developers to develop and launch applications. It is related to Python in that it’s fantastic for prototyping. The usage of Ruby is to automate repetitive tasks, build web applications, build mobile applications and games, and Create prototypes.

Python- Python is the fastest-growing programming language. This versatile back-end language is used for both web and desktop development. Like with Java, there are various tutorials and guides online, making it one of the more accessible back-end languages for those just starting. Some of the most famous uses for Python include cross-platform shell scripting, quick automation, and simple web development.

JavaScript- JavaScript is a language that both front-end and back-end developers use. It is an excellent language for beginners because it is a higher-level language, and it is so flexible that objects created in this language are slow. Usage of JavaScript are websites, mobile apps, desktop applications, games, web servers, and presentations.

Conclusion

In this article, I hope you got a clearer picture of back-end development and the capabilities of each language included. If you are considering pursuing a back-end development course, I recommend you go for digitalearn.in because it Is the best platform for back-end web development training.

#web development #web design #app development #backend development

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kelvincinemaspace · 2 years

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Week 5: Pitching Design Project

Prompts:

What is the focus of your project in relation to the cinematic spaces brief?

Steam/gas installation using vapored water to engulf the space and fog up the materials placed inside. The steam moves and changes through the space, gradually dissipating as it escapes further out.

Water has memory, always moving and changing state around us. Human activity has taken over the space, pushing out the water. Showcase and honour the remnants of water.

WHat do you know about your project, and how are you going to articulate that?

Using Imperial lane as this chamber where steam and mist is pumped out from underground stream/ water supply into the air that will engulf the space and reduce visibility.

Have multiple screens placed along the site ( different materials?) where they fog up due to the humid environment ( like in the shower ). People are invited to draw upon the screens with their fingers, creating a collection of drawings representing the community. - Water vapour clinging onto the materials but people come and remove it bit by bit ( pushing out )

What is your key relation to the site?

The installation references the once submerged waterfront up to fort street. The steam and mist consuming the space honour the water that once thrived in the space now looming as a ghostly medium wondering the space it once called home.

What specific community is your design proposal in service of?

The public is invited to come experience an immersive experience of being consumed by mist in an urban space.

People can add their own drawings to the screens as this community artboard.

How did your cinematic device document the site? (And how did you respond insightfully to those findings?)

Kaleidoscope that created a honeycomb effect by reflecting light and images across its reflective faces.

Documented the red neon light, creating a cosmic rose formation with bright reflections

My sequence involved rotating the image and fading out from the light into a lower intensity. It created this moving galaxy display- rotation, shifting and fading of light and image.

What are key threshold/scene transitions in your proposal? ( And how do these relate to cinematic scene transition?)

Entering into the steam- reduced visibility, mysterious. People will slow down and be more cautious not to bump into anything.

Travelling from low concentration to higher concentration of mist drawing closer into the centre of imperial lane.

Screens at the central space, gathering of more people at the centre? Louder, more noise- following sounds of hissing steam or people talking to find their way through- people can join the water as ghostly figures wandering through the blurry space.

How does your proposed design activate the site as a public space?

An Immersive and sensorial experience that is easy to access. Rising steam around the area will provoke curiosity of those around fort lane as people scour to find the source of the mist.

How are you exploring surface conditions as an integral part of your design?

Using vapour/mist as the paint that sticks itself onto shiny/reflective surfaces. Multiple screens act as the canvas to be painted upon. People come and “remove” the paint as drawing on the foggy screen removes the layer of mist. A larger picture drawn will gradually reveal a clearer reflection of oneself but be overtaken by a new layer of steam.

What has emerged from your material and design processes?

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This time last April, on the 50th anniversary of Earth Day, the world was coming to grips with the isolation of quarantine and the economic and travel slowdowns that defined the first wave of the Covid-19 pandemic. Even now, with the rollout of vaccines, the virus continues to affect our daily lives. And the toll keeps growing: 3 million dead and more than 140 million cases worldwide.

If anything, the worst public health crisis in a century has brought our understanding of our planet, and our place in the fragile yet resilient web of life throughout it, into stark relief.

Amid so much grief and loss and uncertainty, the biodiversity crisis paced ahead over the past year, becoming a much bigger theme on the world stage. The climate crisis worsened, too. Wildfires blazed. Ecosystems became even more fouled up than they already were.

At the same time, the marked reduction in human activity spurred by the pandemic — what some experts have dubbed the “Anthropause” — has afforded scientists and researchers opportunities to observe the natural world like never before. Coinciding with these unique observational windows has been an increase in attention on Indigenous knowledge and land stewardship as a way forward in combating ecological catastrophe.

In true Vox tradition, here are the 10 most concerning, intriguing, and — dare we say — hopeful things we learned about our planet since the last Earth Day.

1) We saw just how quickly ocean noise pollution can drop, and how much that can help marine life

For a moment last spring, things got very quiet in the oceans.

The drop in human activity that came with the pandemic resulted in drastic and voluntary sound reductions that ran the underwater gamut: from a drop in shipping noise, the predominant source of man-made ocean noise pollution, to decreases in recreation and tourism. All of it suddenly ceased.

In Alaska’s Glacier Bay National Park, the foraging grounds of humpback whales, the loudest underwater sounds last May were less than half as loud as those in May 2018, according to a Cornell University analysis. A May 2020 paper in the Journal of the Acoustical Society of America found that underwater noise off the Vancouver coast was half as loud in April as the loudest sounds recorded in the months preceding the shipping traffic slowdown.

Chronic underwater ocean noise had been rising over the past few decades, to the detriment of marine life that have evolved to use sound to navigate their world. “There is clear evidence that noise compromises hearing ability and induces physiological and behavioral changes in marine animals,” reads an assessment of marine noise pollution research published in the journal Science in February.

The majority of ocean noise pollution is a byproduct of economic activity. But compared with massively complex issues like climate change, noise is relatively easy to turn down, at least a little. Silencing it at its source has an immediate positive impact: Famously, researchers studying right whales on the East Coast measured a drop in the animals’ stress hormones in the wake of the 9/11 attacks, after shipping traffic abruptly dropped. Even tiny fish larvae are better able to locate the coral reefs where they were born, which themselves emit sound, when the oceans get quiet.

Man-made ocean noise has since ramped back up and is now stabilized near pre-pandemic levels. But it fell silent for long enough last March, April, and May that a global team of scientists is actively scrubbing through audio recordings gathered by around 230 non-military hydrophones — underwater microphones — that monitor ocean noise around the world. They aim to study the “year of the quiet ocean” in the context of ocean sounds before, during, and after the pandemic.

2) A new study found that the Amazon is likely warming — not cooling — the planet

The world’s largest and most species-rich tropical forest, the Amazon, is home to billions of trees that not only provide refuge to a diverse assemblage of organisms but also store and absorb a huge amount of carbon dioxide.

That’s what makes the conclusion of a study published this spring so alarming: Due to human activity, the Amazon is likely contributing to — not offsetting, as one might expect— global warming. “The current net biogeochemical effect of the Amazon Basin is most likely to warm the atmosphere,” the researchers wrote in the paper.

While the Amazon is still absorbing loads of CO2, human activities in the basin, such as deforestation, are driving up emissions of CO2 and other more potent greenhouse gases like methane and nitrous oxide across the basin.

Deforestation, for one, deals a double punch: It both releases gases into the atmosphere and removes CO2-absorbing trees from the equation. That equation now sees the Amazon generating more greenhouse gases than it emits, the study suggests. (It’s worth noting, though, this is all really complicated. For more, check out Craig Welch’s story in National Geographic or read the full study here.)

3) We discovered a bunch of new species

While humans have made a mark on all corners of Earth, we’ve only discovered a small fraction of the species that occupy it. In fact, that fraction could be smaller than 1 percent. And remarkably, not all of those species are tiny microbes and insects. They’re also fish, lizards, bats, and even whales. That’s right: Even giant mammals can elude scientists.

In January, researchers at the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration said they discovered a new species of baleen whale in the Gulf of Mexico. (You can find the paper describing the discovery here.) Other teams of scientists are also on the trail of what could be yet another new whale species.

Last year, researchers documented scores of new plants and animals, from geckos and sea slugs to flowering plants and sand dollars, as Vox’s Brian Resnick reported. Our favorite? Brookesia nana, a thumbnail-sized chameleon native to northern Madagascar. It may be the smallest reptile on Earth; it’s certainly the cutest.

4) We got a much clearer picture of just how much wildlife we’re losing

The numbers aren’t good.

In September, the World Wildlife Fund published a report showing that the global populations of several major animal groups, including mammals and birds, have declined by almost 70 percent in the last 50 years due to human activity.

A separate report, published in Nature this year, found that populations of ocean sharks and rays have plummeted by more than 70 percent in roughly the same period. And one-third of freshwater fish have been found to be at risk of extinction.

A number of species were also declared extinct over the last year. Those include the smooth handfish, a bottom-dweller that rests atop human-like appendages on the seafloor. It was the first marine fish species to be declared extinct in modern history. (Environmental journalist John Platt has a list of recent extinctions in 2020 at Scientific American.)

5) Protecting plants and animals hinges on a thriving ecotourism industry

In the early days of the pandemic, the popular “Nature is healing” meme overshadowed a darker reality in many parts of the world: As travel ground to a halt, so did revenue from wildlife tourism, putting some wildlife conservation efforts at risk.

The fallout was most severe in Africa. According to a new collection of research from the International Union for Conservation of Nature (IUCN), a government and civil society group, more than half of the continent’s protected areas had to pause or limit field patrols and other operations to stop poachers in the wake of the pandemic.

“Parks have emptied out to a large extent and there’s no money coming in,” Nigel Dudley, a co-author of one of the IUCN papers, told Reuters last month.

Some communities are deeply reliant on wildlife tourism. Late last year, Vox’s Brian Resnick spoke to veterinarian Gladys Kalema-Zikusoka, who is working to keep coronavirus-susceptible gorillas alive in Uganda’s Bwindi Impenetrable National Park.

When tourism dropped, “everybody was struggling,” she said. “The local economy suffered and poaching went up.” (You can read more of Resnick’s conversation with her here.)

6) Researchers uncovered more proof that a key system of ocean currents is weakening

Graphics that show changes in ocean temperature over time generally reveal one trend: The ocean is heating up. But there’s one critical exception. Just below Greenland lies a large patch of water that’s cooling off. And that patch has scientists concerned that we could be nearing a tipping point for the climate.

The cold patch, scientists say, signals that a network of currents that bring warm water to the North Atlantic — known as the Atlantic Meridional Overturning Circulation, or AMOC — is slowing down, and the melting of ice on Greenland is likely a culprit. One paper, published in the journal Nature in March, suggests that the current AMOC slowdown is “unprecedented in over a thousand years.”

The AMOC shapes weather across multiple continents, so any major slowdown will carry major consequences that could include faster sea-level rise in some regions, stronger hurricanes, and other changes in weather, to say nothing of the impacts to marine ecosystems.

But to be clear, the science on this is new and complex. For a great run-down, check out this recent visual feature in the New York Times.

7) The asteroid that killed the dinosaurs gave rise to the Amazon rainforest

The massive asteroid that struck Earth 66 million years ago may be best known for driving non-avian dinosaurs to extinction, but it also transformed entire ecosystems.

It may have even given rise to the Amazon rainforest, according to a study published in Science earlier this month. The finding is based on an analysis of about 50,000 fossil pollen records and 6,000 fossil leaf records in Colombia from before and after the asteroid crashed into what is now Mexico’s Yucatan Peninsula.

The data reveals two vastly different forests. Before the event, the forests were stocked with conifers and ferns, and the trees were spread out, with plenty of room for light to stream through the canopy. After the asteroid event, however, flowering plants started to dominate the landscape and the canopy became much more tightly packed, resembling the forest we know today.

“If you returned to the day before the meteorite fall, the forest would have an open canopy with a lot of ferns, many conifers, and dinosaurs,” study co-author Carlos Jaramillo of the Smithsonian Tropical Research Institute in Panama told New Scientist. “The forest we have today is the product of one event 66 million years ago.”

The idea here is that the asteroid impact somehow triggered a series of events that led to the modern Amazon rainforest. What were those events? One theory the researchers offer is that, before the asteroid, herbivorous dinosaurs prevented the forest from becoming dense by eating and trampling plants.

8) A review of more than 300 studies showed that the rate of deforestation is lower on Indigenous lands

The global conservation movement is pushing forward a plan to conserve 30 percent of the Earth by 2030 — an initiative known as 30 by 30 — and increasingly calling for Indigenous communities to be central to that effort.

These groups have historically been uprooted from land in the name of wildlife conservation. There is also greater evidence that forests fare better when they are governed by Indigenous and tribal territories.

A recent UN review of more than 300 studies found that forests within tribal territories in Latin America and the Caribbean have significantly lower rates of deforestation where land rights are formally recognized.

“In just about every country in the region Indigenous and tribal territories have lower deforestation rates than other forest areas,” wrote the authors of the report, which was published by the UN’s Food and Agriculture Organization and the Fund for the Development of Indigenous Peoples of Latin America and the Caribbean. “Many Indigenous territories prevent deforestation as effectively as non-Indigenous protected areas, and some even more effectively.”

9) Wildfire smoke can turn the sky an apocalyptic orange

If there was one day in 2020 that defined the climate emergency, it could have been September 9, when the sky above San Francisco turned completely orange.

Strong winds had carried smoke from fires burning across California to the atmosphere above the city. Particles of soot absorbed or reflected blue light from the sun, letting only orange-ish light through. (Wired has the details.)

But what made the image go viral wasn’t so much the science but what it symbolized: a growing climate catastrophe.

Climate change is making wildfires more frequent and severe, and 2020 provided more devastating evidence. Last year was California’s worst wildfire season on record. By the end of the year, nearly 10,000 fires had burned over 4 million acres — an astonishing 4 percent of California’s total land, according to the state.

10) Scientists finally solved the mystery of why wombats poop cubes

Sure, it may not have kept you up at night, but the mystery of the bare-nosed wombat’s poop puzzled scientists for decades. Why do these adorable, chunky marsupials, native to Australia and Tasmania, leave behind feces with six sides?

Thanks to a new study — published in the journal Soft Matter — we now have the answer.

Building on research published a few years earlier, a team of scientists found that wombat intestines have regions of varying thickness and elasticity that contract at different speeds: The stiffer regions contract relatively quickly, while softer sections squeeze more slowly, together forming a cube-like shape.

But there’s still a bit of mystery left: Why is their poop shaped like this? The jury’s still out, but some researchers believe it’s because wombats climb up on rocks and logs, and the cube-like shape prevents the feces from rolling away. This is key for wombats because they use piles of feces to communicate with other wombats.

What a difference a year makes, truly.

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Dreamer, chapter 2

A/N: I hope you guys’ll love this as much as I do - again, this is a story I’m currently writing in Danish, where I’ve just adjusted a little to fit on here.

I’m completely ignoring the end of Endgame, because Steve deserved better and that’s that!

If you’re interested in my other writings, I have another blog here, where I write mostly Geralt of Rivia, Henry Cavill and misc. Characters.

Remember, feedback feeds the soul, my loves and requests are always open!

A sidenote: My french is somewhat choppy, so if I have any French readers, please don’t hate me for butchering the language.

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Chapter 2: The Shadow

You hadn’t even thought about it, but simply turned on your heel, running as fast as you could down Rue Des Lilas, searching desperately for the apartment - and tried as hard as you could to get as far away from Steve Rogers as possible.

You knew it was impossible. There was no way that your dreams of him were coming true - a rational part of your brain argued that nobody’s dreams came true, but another very unsensible part of you insisted that nobody else had the kind of dreams you had.

Your heart was pounding against your ribs and the wheels on your luggage sounded like they were ready to fall off as you rushed to the one stone building on the street.

As you locked yourself in, your heart rate fell a little and you could exhale a little, calming yourself down. You made sure to lock the door behind you, triple checking, before you let your bags go and looked around.

It was quaint. Scarcely decorated, with just a few paintings and pictures on the walls depicting the hills, mountains and city, while a soft couch stood pretty much in the middle of the room. The kitchen was small, but had everything you needed, and the bedroom was mostly just a bed and a small closet to the far right - the bed took up most of the room and you sat down on it, the mattress bouncing a little under you. You sighed and let yourself fall backwards on the bed, closing your eyes and tried to gather your thoughts.

Somewhere along the line, you fell asleep.

Shadowy figures became clearer in front of your eyes, buildings shooting out from the grey smoke - you squinted against the strange smoke, blinding lights behind it. As the world became clearer, you felt dread fill you - your lungs were on fire and you heaved, trying to get a full breath down. A light sheen of ash dried your mouth out, and you coughed at the same time as sound filled your ears, ringing with sirens, screams and a strange, distant rumbling.

A shadow appeared out of the smoke, covered in ash, with a bleeding cheek. His face was contorted in fear, his mouth forming words, you couldn’t hear, but you recognized his blue eyes, a swimming sea, as they settled on you. Steve Rogers wrapped his arms around you, and you realised that your chest hurt. You looked down between the two of you and saw red blooming against your blue shirt, discolouring it in a strange flower. His mouth formed words as your body toppled to the ground and your head turned to the right in slow motion as ash fell around you as strange snow. You saw a shadow form from the darkened rubble, slowly rising like a distorted and twisted creature, a smile, too wide for its face, twinkling. His face was burned and eyes seething with rage and accomplishment as he stalked towards you, feet bumping against bodies on the ground. The only thing you felt was terror.

You woke up with a gasp, sitting up straight in bed, your chest heaving. You ran to the bathroom and splashed cool water in your face, washing your mouth from imaginary ash before quickly looking at your chest, drawing a breath of relief when you didn’t see blooming red.

You shook your head, annoyed with yourself. You were supposed to get away from the dreams, not intensify them by coming here. You looked at yourself in the mirror, meeting a pair of eyes, you didn’t remember - wide, scared and a tinge of purple lined the inner rim of your eye. You squeezed them shut, stepped away from the mirror and didn’t open them again until you were in the bedroom again. You sighed and looked out of the window. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the city, the river sparkling like a thousand diamonds. Your stomach rumbled.

You grabbed your purse, quickly making sure you had money and some other essentials before leaving the apartment with the map in hand, trying to find either a grocery store or a restaurant near you to get something to eat. You saw a place not even two streets over, Estanco, and decided it would be the easiest instead of trying to locate groceries and cooking. You were too tired, if you were honest with yourself.

You walked, taking in the city around you. It truly was beautiful and full of life. The soft wind had stilled completely, creating a hush around the city and you felt surprisingly at home.

The host greeted you graciously and sat you down near a window overlooking the river - you smiled at him as he handed you a menu, which you quickly looked over. “Je voudrais le…” You mulled it over. “Noix de St-Jacques á la Sétoise, s’il vous plaît.” You smiled softly at the waiter. “Du vin, mademoiselle?” You glanced at the wine card, but really didn’t know what you were looking for. “Uhm… Juste un vin blanc, s’il vous plaît.” You smiled as he took the menu from you, and glanced at the water under the setting sun. You could get used to it here.

“Miss?” A baritone voice sounded to your left, and you looked over, your blood running cold. Steve Rogers stood in front of you, a shy smile on his lips. You couldn’t help but marvel at him - tall and handsome, and the beard somehow just enhanced his jawline. “Hi.” You said in a quiet voice, mentally trying to will him to disappear. “Uh…” He glanced around him. “I just, I’m not stalking you.” “That’s what a stalker would say.” The words tumbled out before you could stop them. He grinned, eyes crinkling slightly. He was too damn handsome for his own good.

“Yeah, probably. Like when someone says I’m not an axe murderer, they most likely are.” You raised an eyebrow and he closed his eyes and grimaced. “Right, probably not making myself look any better. Shit.” He shook his head and looked at you, a hand outstretched. “I’m Steve.” You shook his hand quickly and became overwhelmed with annoyance - his stupid, warm hand made your body tingle in a way that was very much not welcome. “I just wanted to say sorry for earlier. I saw you go in here, I was on the patio and I just…” You nodded. “Anyway, that’s my… Yeah, I’m sorry.” You turned your body to him, not really understanding why you didn’t just brush him off. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You said with a quick smile. “Neither was I.” “Then I guess none of us are at fault, really.” You smiled at him and he returned the smile with a soft chuckle. “I don’t think that’s how it works. I’m Steve, by the way.” “You already said that.” He grinned shyly. “I was hoping it would spur you on a little.” Oh. “Right. I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He sounded like he was tasting your name, feeling the way it rolled off his tongue and slid over his lips. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.” You nodded at him. “You too, Steve.” Silence fell among you, and he sidestepped a little, as the waiter brought your food and wine out - you blanched a little at the sheer size of the plate. “Bon appétit!” He said cheerily and left you to your own. You would not be able to eat half of that plate. You bit your lip.

“I’ll let you get back to your food, I…” Your head snapped to Steve. For some reason, you couldn’t stop yourself, feeling a weird tether to him - it was like an invisible string had knotted somewhere between the two of you. “Uhm, actually…” You glanced at him, your cheeks heating up slightly. He stood still, halfway turned from you. “I’ll never get to finish this plate. I mean, this is a lot of scallops.” You said, gesturing to the plate of seafood in front of you. “I wouldn’t mind if you joined me, is all I’m saying. It’s the least I can do after dressing myself in your coffee.” You said with a slight smile. “Are you sure?” His brows were lifted and a hopeful smile gently grazed the corner of his lips. You nodded and gestured to the chair in front of you. “Please.” You made eye contact with the waiter, and smiled at him - he came over and Steve ordered a glass of white wine for himself.

“It’s weird meeting an American here. It’s a small town, so not a lot of people know it.” He said, sipping his wine after a while.

“I mean, I only came for the viaduct.” You joked. He laughed, his shoulders rolling and the sound made you feel hot. “I see. Viaducts are your thing?” He asked. You shrugged, stabbing a scallop with your fork. “I love viaducts.” You chewed and swallowed. “I have no idea what it is, but I love it.” His laughter filled the space between you, and you felt oddly comfortable around him.

“Why are you here? I thought you’d be out and about in the streets of New York, taking names and kicking ass.” You grinned. “Sorry, throwing shield.” The left corner of his mouth twitched up, a crooked smile grazing his features. He looked sad, but like he was doing his best to hide it behind the small smile.

“Yeah, I… Uh, I needed a change of scenery.” He mirrored your words to Siobhan unknowingly. “It was a lot to handle, y’know, after the Blip and all. I think I never really got a chance to recalibrate after all that.” You nodded, understanding all too well what he meant. He shrugged. “Besides, I’ve always liked France. It’s peaceful.” You hummed in agreement. “Other than viaducts, what are you doing here?” He prodded. You bit your lip - to tell the truth seemed too personal and too much. It was, even for you, entirely too much and way, way too hard to put into words. He was waiting patiently as the thoughts ran through your head. “Well, sort of the same.” You said slowly. “The Blip…” you sighed and looked him in the eyes, but it was too soft and understanding, so you turned your gaze to the water, now blackened from the night. “I was a blipper. I, uh, lost five seconds while the world lost five years. My family…” You drew a deep breath and sent him a sorrowful smile. “Anyway, I just couldn’t deal with it back home. It was… Like everything and nothing had changed, really. And it made me insane.” You leaned back in your chair and sipped the last dredges of your wine before continuing.

“I guess all in all, I needed a change, too. Different air. New dreams.” He nodded understandingly. A flash of his face contorted in terror ran past your eyes, and you quickly blinked to make it disappear. This was not the time to be thinking about that. “It must’ve been weird.” He replied. You nodded absentmindedly. “You have no idea.” He caught the waiter’s eye and got him over with a nod.

“Le chéque, s’il vous plaît.” He handed the waiter a black card and glanced at you. The waiter nodded and went to the station. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you trying to pay for my meal?” He shrugged with a playful smile. “I'm 103, it’s learned behaviour.” You grinned at him as the waiter handed him his card back with a goodnight, and you both stood up and left - the air was cooler now and you regretted not bringing a jacket. You shivered slightly and Steve glanced at you before shrugging off his jacket and handing it to you. “Oh, I can’t…” You started, but he simply waved a hand. “Please. I only use it for looks, honestly.” You bit your cheek, but accepted it nonetheless. You were enveloped in warmth and the scent of sandalwood, pine and something you couldn’t quite place. You smiled gratefully at him.

“Thank you.” He nodded and began to walk side by side with you. It felt a little intimidating how much he towered over you.

“It’s kind of nice, not trying to hold a conversation in my shitty French.” He said after a while. You grinned. “I can’t believe Steve Rogers swears.” He rolled his eyes playfully. “I’m not a nun.” “Could’ve fooled me, old man.” He chuckled and you walked in comfortable silence toward your apartment.

“I, uh, don’t want to come across as a weirdo, but…” He ran a hand over his beard. You raised an eyebrow. “I just had dinner with you after bathing in your coffee and running away. I don’t think you should worry about being a weirdo.” He smiled and nodded a little. “I just, uh… Do you need a guide around here?” He asked, a slight blush colouring his cheeks. “Um…” You thought it over. It felt weirdly effortless to be near him, but at the same time he was a part of a universe, you’d rather not have come true - and a small part of you wondered if you were fulfilling some weird, cosmic prophecy by agreeing. You felt a little off, trying your best to keep a straight face. You also felt the way your stomach lurched at the idea of not seeing him again. Weird, how the world worked.

“You want to be my guide?” You asked slowly, stopping in front of your apartment. Bit his lip and a string of very unsavoury thoughts ran through your brain. “Uh, yeah. If you want me to be. I’ve been here a few weeks and I have some places, I want to go, and maybe you’d wanna tag along? I mean, it’s almost fate, right?”

Fate. A strange word to use.

“And what would that entail?” He shrugged. “Well, tomorrow I’m going up that mountain…” He pointed to a dark mountain on the horizon. “I’m probably just going to pack some food and paint for a little while. It’s supposed to be pretty warm tomorrow, so I just wanted to take advantage of it.” His hand went through his hair. “You don’t have to come, or we could do something else…” You smiled at him.

“You know what, I’d love to. Sounds nice.” He beamed at you. “Cool. I’ll be here tomorrow at… Two?” He asked. You nodded and felt your heart beat a little faster than you’d have liked it to.

“Sure, sounds good.” You started to take the jacket off, wanting to hand it back over, but he put a large hand on your shoulder. Warmth shot through your body from the contact and you had to refocus on his voice as he talked.

“Don’t, keep it until tomorrow. I won’t need it anyway.” You wanted to argue that you were literally going inside in a few seconds, but another part of you took over and sent him a smile. “Alright. Can’t promise you’ll get it back, though, it’s pretty comfy. This is your last chance.” You joked. He broke into a smile that would rival the sun, if it had been out.

“Doesn’t matter. Looks better on you, anyway.” You felt your cheeks burn at the compliment. He looked at his watch and sent you a soft look that made your knees buckle slightly.

You hated it. How easily he was under your skin already, how easily it felt to be next to him. It wasn’t supposed to be like this; it wasn’t supposed to be, at all.

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.” “See you, Steve.” He turned and walked a few steps, before turning back and waving. You waved back before quickly running into the apartment, closing and locking the door. You ran straight to the bed, not even bothering to push your shoes off.

One time. This would be it, the only time you’d spend in his company - you couldn’t deal with it any further than that. He was too real, and it made you both uneasy and calm, which was tearing your brain apart.

You sighed and turned to your back, staring at the ceiling.

It wouldn’t last, you thought to yourself as you unwittingly wrapped yourself tighter in his jacket.

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I like your fics. I kind of want to write a "Naughty Uncle Tony/ Nephew Peter" sort of fic. Any advice?

Lmao my first piece of advice is to write it soon and write it fast, so I can read it!!! 🤑😈

I guess it depends if you want a long story or a short story, whether Tony is full on pervy and Peter is nothing but a victim, or whether they’re both into it. How guilty do they feel? Do they go to great lengths to keep their relationship secret? Is it a slow build of tension and resistance, or does Tony just randomly decide to have his way with Peter during a family gathering when everyone else is busy? Another question is what age difference is there, and how is Tony related, or is he just a family friend that’s called “uncle” out of respect? Also, Tony POV or Peter POV?

My advice would be to answer these questions, so you can have a clearer picture of what you want to write. That will make it easier to think of a solid plot and consistent.

In my opinion, seeing a teenage Peter looking up to his uncle and lusting over him for years, asking him for advice, being given money for birthdays/holidays, and then Tony slowly being lured in and tempted would be ideal 🥴 I love a 100k slow burn. And then Tony resisting, of course, maybe Peter even kisses him, and Tony gets pissed and stays away. But then obviously he can’t for long because he misses his bright nephew too much. All of this culminating in Tony fucking Peter’s brains out in his twin bed while everyone is downstairs, and he has to cover Peter’s mouth with his hand to keep him quiet. 😇😈

Good luck!! 🖤

#starker #starkercest #ask #i do love a 100k slow burn but I do also love a 2k noncon #I’ll read either one lmao

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Unexpected Part 8

Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Everyone knew Fred Weasley, the cocky, confident, Gryffindor beater and prank extraordinaire. Everything was pretty damn perfect, until he meets a girl he can’t afford to be late for...

A/N: It’s Part 8 whoop whoop! What do you think of the new title picture? A little clearer with a white outline, no? Anyway, sorry this took so long to write but you would not believe these last couple of months I’ve had...

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"An' the' he panicked an' he threw it in the fire! An' when he realised wha' he did, he tried to--" "Ronald, will you stop talking with your mouth full! It's disgusting and I don't want any half-eaten chicken on my plate!" Hermione scolded, pushing her plate away from him. "Can't I just have one meal without you spitting all over the place?" "Well can't I just tell one story without you cutting me off for something?" Ron fired back, though he did swallow his food first. "You two really do bicker like an old married couple, don't ya?" Snickered George, sending a look to his little brother, who flushed almost instantly. "Shut up, no we don't!" Ron whined, obviously embarrassed as he cradled his plate closer, shoving a boiled potato in his mouth with a frown - he didn't even get to finish what he was saying. The group of Gryffindor boys laughed at his reaction, before breaking off into new conversation. It was dinnertime on a Sunday evening, exactly five days and fifteen hours before Fred's study date (if you could even call it that) with (Y/N) - he'd been counting. He'd woken up the previous morning and sat up with a brilliant bundle of excited nerves in his stomach and had been about to get ready when he realised he would have been a week early for his tutoring session, then crawled back into bed feeling impatient and disappointed. Why did she have to set the date for the next week? It only gave him more time to build up nerves - something he definitely wasn't used to. But maybe that was the point, he considered, to make him anxious and keep him waiting - to keep him overthinking and over-preparing his every planned word. He'd almost gone to the lengths of writing a list of conversation starters and topics to avoid - almost; he soon realised that that might have taken preparedness a little too far. But at least the extra time allowed him to brush up on topics that they'd already covered in class; he didn't want to seem too clueless, did he? Of course, he understood very little of what he was reading, but it was the effort that counted, right? He hoped she thought so... "It was well funny, right Fred?" George said, patting him on the shoulder. He'd gathered that his twin was explaining something to Lee, since they were both looking his way, and quickly agreed as if he'd been listening the whole time. He really needed to stop spacing out.

Time was going incredibly slow. Every tick of the clock on the wall seemed louder than the last, as if it were mocking him, taunting him with each second that passed. Ordinarily, the repetitive tapping noise would have lulled him into a sleep-like daze - but now all it did was make Fred increasingly aware of each second that went, serving as a constant reminder of what he could have been doing with that time. Dear Godric, was this what detention was like for everyone else? Fred and George had been caught red-handed setting up a prank near the potions classroom, and by none-other than Professor McGonagall. And so now there they were, sitting at opposite ends of the Transfiguration classroom as the professor marked some papers and kept a watchful eye on the pair. They had no idea how long they would be serving their punishment, which made Fred even more nervous; he had an hour until he was due to meet with (Y/N), and he desperately wanted to spend that time going over some things in his divination book, and checking his appearance (mostly the latter), maybe turn up a little early. His knee bounced erratically under the desk, the only outlet for his nerves, and his fingers tapped the wood while he stared at the clock, as if it could speed things along. "Somewhere to be, Mr. Weasley?" Fred's head shot up at McGonagall's voice, giving him a look over the top of her spectacles. "Yes actually, Professor," George answered for him, "Fred's got a date." He smirked, dishing out the gossip as if the two were old friends. Fred shook his head. "I don't have a date, I have a tutor." He corrected, although he wished it were in fact a proper date. Wouldn't that be something? George rolled his eyes. "Fine, a study date then. He's been all worked up about it really, actually got him to study." "Well, that is impressive," said the professor, half-sarcastic. Dipping her quill to mark another paper, she suppressed a smile. "And might I inquire who this tutor is?" "(Y/N) (Y/L/N)," Smiled Fred, feeling very accomplished that this information was enough to make McGonagall raise her brows. "Know her?" The woman nodded, taking the specs from her eyes in thought. "Yes, a good student, charming girl." She paused for a moment, and the twins thought she might reveal something else about the mysterious Slytherin, but she quickly placed her glasses back on her nose and picked up another piece of homework. "Alright, I'll let you leave now, but don't think I'll excuse you again." The boys beamed and stood from their chairs, grabbing their robes as they neared the exit. "You're the best, Minnie!" Fred shouted over his shoulder before he ran down the hall. George ran after him. "Don't go getting soft on us!" She laughed as he shut the door, reminiscing how the brothers reminded her of her last favourite boys.

Fred was rushing through his room in a panic, clothes were thrown across the floor, his bed was covered in scraps of divination notes (most of which were borrowed), and now he just couldn't find his comb. Thirty-four minutes until he had to be in the library, and honestly he felt a little light-headed. So far, Fred had tried on two different trousers, four jumpers, three shoes, and seven shirts, and now he was staring at himself in the mirror looking for any flaws in his outfit. "Fred, for Merlin's sake, you look fine." Said George from his own bed, sitting up. "What you worried for, anyway?" A look of complete bewilderment spread across Fred's face, as if his brother had gone mad. "Have you absolutely lost it?" He exclaimed, finding a hairbrush at the foot of someone's bed and trying to get his hair to sit right. "I need to look like I've made an effort at least- but not too much of an effort - but I need her to like me- I mean I want her to- I mean--" "I think you've already spent too long on this, Freddie," George stood up, glancing over the papers on Fred's bed, picking up a palm chart and dropping it again. "Stop fretting - I mean, she wouldn't agree to meet with you if you didn't have a chance, eh?" Fred didn't seem so sure, George realised as he stood in front of him. Sighing, he pursed his lips as he looked at his twin's hair, ruffling it up just so and swatting away Fred's hands. "Stop it, it's too neat..." Fred checked his watch - twenty-nine minutes. He nervously tapped his foot as he let George mess his hair, roll his eyes, and then mess it again. "Can-" "-Ssssh." George interrupted, eyeing him quizzically then squinting at his shirt in distain. "Really? This is the one you picked?" Fred frowned in offence and looked down at his outfit. "What's wrong with it?" "Too stripy, and it drains you." George answered, going to rummage through some draws. Huffing, Fred threw the shirt off and onto the floor, feeling rather hopeless. "Since when did you become such an expert?" Another shirt was thrown at him, a blue tee, which he put on without question. "Shush!" His twin shushed, pulling out a dark blue flannel shirt and throwing it over Fred's shoulders to put on. He took a step back to look Fred over, then threw his hands up with a grin. "There! All sorted, now c'mon because I'll never hear the end of it if you're late." George then went over to the bed and shoved some scrolls and sheets of paper into a satchel, hooking it over Fred's shoulder, and dumped his copy of 'Unfogging the Future' into his arms and pulled him out the door, barely giving Fred a chance to look in the mirror. Upon entering the common room, the twins were greeted by their brother and his friends sat by the fire. The warmth of Gryffindor Tower was much more inviting than the permanently chilly stone hallways of the castle, and Fred felt as if he were almost immediately recharged. "What're you doing here?" Ron piped up from the sofa, where he had been pretending to read his Charms book. "Thought McGonagall gave you detention till dinner?" "No I- uh... I've got a tutor..." Fred muttered, hoping to draw very little attention to the statement. "Tutor?" Repeated Ron with an astounded expression - apparently a statement like that doesn't go unnoticed. "Since when? What for?" Fred checked his watch; twenty-one minutes to go. "Since I got a tutor - if you must know everything, it’s for divination, so I gotta go-" "What's the rush?" Harry piped up, partially for genuine curiosity and partially for the distraction from homework. Twenty minutes. "It's a girl," George answered with a smirk, loving to stir things up a little, it seems. Each of the trio had a very different reaction; Ron nodded his head, muttering a long 'aaah...' of realisation - the only reasonable explanation for Fred's eagerness; Harry looked to be quite curious, and obviously picked up on George's teasing tone, he might have said something too, but was quickly interrupted. "How sweet," Hermione giggled, making Fred blush at the comment, "got a crush, have you?" Fred's cheeks flushed red, though he tried to hide it with a shake of his head. "No I- well-" "And she's helping you with divination, which is nice of her... bit of a woolly subject really, I mean, it's not exactly a science. And Trelawny..." Hermione went on a tangent, and Fred checked his watch again; fifteen minutes! "Yeah, look guys I've really gotta get going-" "Hang on- who is it?" Asked Ron - not exactly a topic Fred wanted to get on to with his little brother.

He gripped his textbook in his hand. "Doesn't matter, now I need to go-" "Why doesn't it matter?" Said Harry, long forgetting his Charms work. "Fred doesn't know her much yet," George replied, "you should see what he's like - gets all shy and blushy." The trio were shocked by that one. "Noo..." They muttered simultaneously. "Blimey..." Ron stared, anyone would think he'd seen a banshee by the expression he was wearing. "Yup, real sight to see. Honestly I never thought I'd see the day - she's a good one, i'nt she Fred?" Said George, turning to consult his twin, only to find himself looking at an empty space. "Fred?"

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duuhrayliegh · 3 years

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watch your six - part seven

pairing: bucky x reader

warnings: violence? (not much though), knives, bad crying

word count: 3545

a/n: this is part seven!! i have no idea where this is going, so we’re all being shocked by the events occurring :) i’m proud of this one

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open!!

xoxo ray

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“Okay, just lay back, this might be a bit jarring for you, so sorry in advance.” This woman couldn’t have been much older than you. You were still a bit fuzzy on what exactly was going to be happening, despite her already explaining everything.

Your eyes passed over the group around you. Tony Stark was behind a clear topped table with tools scattered over it, tinkering with his suit helmet. He was muttering about how he hated HYDRA blasters while the eye slits of his faceplate flickered between blue and a lifeless gray. Natasha Romanoff was sitting next to Clint Barton. Natasha was speaking to Clint, her gaze not leaving your form. Clint was oblivious to what was going on around him as he began reloading his quiver.

Steve Rogers was in the corner with Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. Steve was standing facing away from you, arms crossed over his chest as he spoke with Sam. Bucky was leaned against a table, sharpening a knife that he held with his metal hand. Honestly, the action made your jaw clench every scrape. You locked eyes with his steely blue pair, he didn’t blink, attempting to assert dominance or whatever an alpha male would do.

Fingers snapped in front of your face which brought your attention back to Wanda. “I need you to lay back.” A deep breath passed through your lungs, exhaling heavily through your mouth. Swinging your legs onto the table, you straightened your body, settling your arms at your sides. “I’m going to place my hands at your temples and then we’ll begin, okay?” You were thankful that she was making sure you knew what was going on. Nodding in response, you closed your eyes at her instruction and she began counting backwards from three.

Streaks of red danced behind your lids and you could feel your eyes trying to follow them. You swallowed harshly as a memory jolted to the forefront of your mind. You were thrown head first into the recollection.

Gemini stared at you, snapping her fingers in front of your face like Wanda did. “Hello? Are you with us or not?” Her black hair swayed against her shoulders. “Libs, I’m going to need you to quit drifting. If you do that on a mission, it could be life or death.” She berated you, walking to her half of your quarters. Your head shook back and forth, mouth moving with the memory.

“Yes ma’am.” You snickered at her, sticking your tongue out at her shocked expression. “When do you think they’re going to assign me a mission?” You were practically bouncing off the walls at the thought alone. Unbeknownst to you, this wasn’t all in your head. Wanda could see the memory in real time, but the others could hear your end of the memory as well. You couldn’t stop your mouth from voicing your half of the conversation.

“You know, I don’t know the answer to that, Libby.” Gemini pulled her desk chair out, straddling it backwards, resting her forearms on it. “You just need to have some patience. It’ll come, just give it time.” You groaned and raised your body into a sitting position, leaning forward with your palms on the edge of your bed.

“I don’t like waiting, Gem. Part of the reason why I fast tracked through the training program.”

“You fast tracked through the training program because you were naturally good at everything we threw at you, Libra. No other reason than that.” She laughed at your facial expression. The Avengers around you were confused as to why your face morphed into one of annoyance.

“That may be the case, but I still got into the Virago. And on top of that, I’m the youngest of the Zodiac.” A proud smile stretched across your face. “Plus, I got teamed up with you and let’s be honest, that’s the real accomplishment here.” She shot you a look and you both giggled. A ping sounded from the sound system in the ceiling.

Zodiac meeting in ten minutes. Be in the conference room and ready by the time I get there or there will be consequences.

“Oh, looks like you might be getting a mission sooner rather than later, Lib.” Your eyes widened at the possibility, excitement rushing through your veins.

“Or they could be just calling us in to yell at us again for sucking it up in training.” Your body shuddered as you thought about a few weeks ago. Your CO had hired help from some elite company to assist with the Zodiac training. It didn’t end well when you didn’t meet their standards. “Let’s hope it’s a mission, that would be way better.”

Your body jolted and you fell off the table, quickly catching yourself before you completely face planted into the concrete floor beneath you. Pushing yourself to sit your ass on the cold floor, you looked around the group. Confused faces were spreading, Natasha and Bucky seemed resigned, as if they had more knowledge. Wanda helped lift you onto your feet, checking to make sure you were okay.

“I’ve had dreams about that place before, about those people.”

“You didn’t think that was important to tell us?” Tony sassed from behind his table. “If you had memories resurfacing, then that means you went through something to suppress them. Like Tin Man over there.” He jerked his head to Bucky, who had a solemn look on his face. He had stopped sharpening at some point, and now he was talking to Steve about something.

“You have something you want to share with the class, Barnes?” You were so done with secrets being kept from you. Everyone around you seemed to know what was going on with your life more than you did. Steve stared at you from beside Bucky, hands on his hips, accentuating his Dorito shaped torso.

“I remembered something about the Virago.” Was all he replied with. You were waiting on him to elaborate on what he meant.

“Wonderful. What did you remember about it? I’d really like to know what the hell is happening.” You started towards the man across the room. He had information that he wasn’t giving the room at large to work out. “And if you’re the thing that’s preventing me from going back to my normal life, we might have a problem, Barnes. So, if you would oh-so-kindly, provide all of us with your newly discovered knowledge, that would be greatly appreciated.”

You had made it about the halfway spot of the room when Bucky silently unsheathed his recently sharpened knife and aimed it at you. Time slowed as you watched the blade spin through the air. You moved your upper half to the right, dodging the slice and catching it with your left hand. Your body continued without your guidance as you rushed Bucky, pushing the blade to his throat. Blinking brought you out of your dazed state as you recognized that you were now pressing the sharp object hard enough against his neck to draw blood.

Retreating quickly you dropped the knife to the ground. A resounding ring reverberated through the now silent room. Your hands shook and tears gathered at your waterline. What the fuck was that?

“The Soldier was tasked with training the Zodiac, current and future.” Bucky’s rasp was the only noise beside your exaggerated breaths. “I knew you were going to catch it, by the way. It’s instinct for you.” He leaned his weight back against the table, crossing his arms over his broad chest. Wanda was the next to speak.

“You realize you just scared the shit out of all of us, right?” You weren’t quite sure if she was referring to you or Bucky, but you guessed it didn’t really matter. You swallowed harshly, biting back the need to cry. Who the fuck am I?

“I’ve heard of the Zodiac.” Natasha was next, still sitting comfortably atop the table next to Clint, legs crossed underneath her. “They were like the Americanized version of the Red Room’s elite. It started out as a SHIELD organization but that didn’t last long. As soon as HYDRA found out, they figured out how to take it over. I think their first plant was a woman named Bianca?”

“What else do you remember?” Steve was commanding the room as you thought he would. It wasn’t until he placed a hand on your shoulder that you realized he was talking to you. “We need you to walk us through your dreams, Y/N. Just so we can get a clearer picture, it’ll probably help spark Bucky and Nat’s memories too.” He shifted his hand to hover over your lower back, guiding you back to the hard table. Climbing up, you closed your eyes and recalled the other two dreams.

“Um, I remember getting my first mission assignment? Actually, it might have been my only mission assignment.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because it didn’t end well?” You said in a duh tone, gaining your confidence again. You had no reason to lose it before, you just found out that you were kind of a bad ass. “The whole group was tasked with getting some data from this Louis Richardson guy? He was a part of the Svengali, that was what Suits kept asking about. Supposedly Richardson was a high up guy because they put all of us on that one.” You shook your head, trying to clear up the memories. “It was my first assignment, so clearly I was excited to prove myself a useful addition to the Zodiac.”

“What was the mission exactly?” Tony questioned from his spot.

“Half of us were monitoring the party, making sure if there was a fight that the public didn’t cause a riot. The other half was Plan B. We sat outside the safe house Richardson was allegedly using if his drop went south.” Your breaths shuddered again, recalling what happened next. “Of course, it did. We were only supposed to monitor it, but Gem decided that the info was too valuable to let it slip by us. So, we went in and everything went to shit.”

“My instructors talked about that. They said that they killed everyone though. How did you manage to slip by?” Natasha asked, shooting you an inquiring glance.

“Obviously, she didn’t because they had to wipe her memory, like Manchurian Candidate.”

“Gemini and I were the last ones left and then she sacrificed herself so I could escape, get back to headquarters, those were her orders. Stop drifting, watch my six and run like hell to HQ.”

“Well, that’s how they were able to wipe her.” Bucky added quietly, his mind elsewhere.

“If HYDRA had already taken over the Virago, then they would’ve been able to take her without question.” Natasha finished Bucky’s thought as she watched you on the table. Steve stood next to you, squeezing your shoulder as a comfort. You glanced at him and saw a motherly expression had taken over his features.

“Why would they wipe everything though? They still could’ve used her?” Wanda questioned from her position next to Tony. “I mean, if you were a natural like Gemini said that you were, then I’m sure HYDRA would’ve found something to do with you.” Bucky walked out of the room quickly, leaving the rest of the occupants stunned as to his sudden departure. Steve jutted his head at Sam who followed Bucky. Tony was working through all the facts tumbling around in his head. He began talking to Friday about gathering any information she could find on Louis Richardson and several other things. You sat in silence, continuing to sort through half broken memories and dreams.

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Bucky had to get out of that room and away from that woman. Sensory overload was overwhelming him, increasing his need to evacuate. He stepped outside, inhaling the scent of freshly cut grass. He dropped his head into his hands, sinking to his knees on the ground. Bucky despised being vulnerable in front of people. During his time as the Soldier, vulnerability was punished harshly. He was used to swallowing his emotions, shoving them into the dark corners of his mind. Now being free of HYDRA's grip on his mind, he still struggled with displaying his emotions. All he wanted to do was shout until his throat was raw and his voice scratchy.

“You okay, man?” Bucky had figured it would be Sam. An almost neutral third party with experience in counseling veterans, plus Steve was busy dealing with Y/N. Bucky continued to inhale deeply from his crouched position, not responding to the man behind him. Sam took his increasingly calming breaths as a sign that he wasn’t about to keel over. He came up next to the man, stretching his hand out to Bucky for him to grab. “Come on, old man. Talk to me, what’s going on in that cyborg brain of yours?” Bucky shot the man a weak glare, while pulling himself to his feet, resting his hands on his hips. He brought his right hand up to rake through his dark hair.

“I remembered something else, Sam, and I just couldn’t be in there with her anymore.” Sam hesitated to ask, almost afraid of the answer that he was going to receive, but he knew he needed to.

“What did you remember, Bucky?” There was a heavy pause hanging in the air between the two. They both knew what Bucky had remembered, but it needed to be said out loud to be real.

“Her screams.” There were tears gathering on Bucky’s bottom lashes, threatening to spill over. Sam outstretched his hand to Bucky, not offering pity to the man on his knees. Sam knew what it felt like to be pitied, not a feeling that he wanted to bestow Bucky with.

“You’re going to be okay, man. It’s going to take time, but it’ll happen.” He faltered before continuing, “You know you’re going to have to talk to her about it, right? If you remember, she will too eventually. Especially if she keeps working with Wanda, they’re going to get to that point. It’ll be better to hear it from you than for her to waltz in there unprepared.” Bucky nodded solemnly, bringing his right hand up to scratch his stubble.

“I know.” His voice shook slightly. “But how do you tell someone that you didn’t do anything while they got tortured and experimented on?” Sam’s eyes searched Bucky’s for any sign that he was forgiving himself. What Bucky did when he was under HYDRA’s thumb wasn’t his fault, but this was going to set Bucky back.

“Look, you know that was the Soldier who just stood to the side because you, Bucky Barnes, would’ve done something.” Sam reassured the man with silent tears tracking down his face. He placed his hand on Bucky’s metal shoulder before giving it a squeeze. “Damn it, I can never remember which one it is.” They laughed at his comment, Bucky knew it was for his benefit but he was thankful for it.

The pair entered the compound again, hoping to avoid anyone for a few minutes so Bucky could recollect himself. They weren’t that lucky though seeing as how when they walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water, the whole team plus one was gathered around the granite countertops. If any of them noticed Bucky’s red-rimmed eyes, they chose not to say anything, thank fuck for that one.

“We’ve decided that Y/N will be staying here for the foreseeable future.” Tony piped up, breaking the silence that hung over the group. “She’s going to continue to work with Wanda for her memories.”

“I still don’t like this Tony.” It wasn’t often that Steve openly disagreed with Tony, so when he did, it turned heads. “She shouldn’t have to go through with this for us.” Tony opened his mouth to reply when Y/N spoke first.

“Excuse you, Captain. She’s right here and she can make her own decisions.” Her arms crossed over her chest defensively. “You seem to be forgetting that there is a whole part of my life that has been stolen from me. I want it back. If I have to do this to get it back, then that’s what I’m going to do. Helping you is secondary, I just want to make that clear.” A smirk formed on Bucky’s lips, no one stands up to Steve, mostly because he’s usually right.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself.” Tony turned to leave, probably going to his lab to tinker his anxiety away. He pointed a finger at Y/N on his way out. “I like you.” A satisfied grin spread over her features, she’s proud of herself. The first thought that popped into Bucky’s head was that she was being adorable, but he quickly squashed that idea. Not happening, you let her get hurt there’s no way that she’s going to want you. Bucky didn’t sense Steve approach him, too lost in his head.

“You good, Buck?” The man wanted to say no. He wanted to have his Stevie back with the couch cushions on the floor and the newspapers in his shoes. He wanted to go back to 1941, before he got drafted. He wanted to go back to his Ma’s cooking and playing with Rebecca. Hell, he wanted to go back to pulling stick-man Steve out of back alley fights. However, Bucky knew that wasn’t how it worked.

“Yeah, I’ll get there.” Bucky knew that he had it good now. The Internet, less boiled things, no Polio, this unfortunately was a good time period to be stuck in. He just hated that he missed everything else. He missed Rebecca graduating high school and walking her down the aisle, it hurt his heart to think about all the things he wasn’t involved in.

“Where am I staying, room-wise?” Y/N’s voice cut through Bucky’s thoughts, allowing him to refocus on the matters at hand. He needed to figure out how to tell Y/N what he remembered, and that he was sorry, but that will come later.

“There’s an empty room next to Wanda and Vision, I think?”

“Yeah, that’s not a good idea, they’re loud.” Clint cut in, then leaned towards Y/N. “Pillow fights.”

“Okay, well then there’s one next to Sam’s.” Natasha replied, making a face at Clint’s comment. Bucky stiffened as he pictured their room’s hall. The first door on the left was Steve and Bucky’s was next to his. Across the hall was Sam’s room in front of Steve’s and the empty room was opposite Bucky’s. He wasn’t thrilled with the arrangement, but he also wasn’t going to argue with Natasha, not after what happened the last time he did.

“Sick, will someone show me where it’s at?” Steve volunteered, needing to get something from his own room anyway. Bucky sighed heavily at Sam who was wearing an encouraging expression.

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“Okay, so this is my room and Sam’s is here.” Steve held his arm up to pick out each room. “This is Bucky’s next to mine and then this is you.” It did make you feel a bit better knowing that you were surrounded by some of the most skilled fighters ever. “Bucky has an apartment in the city, so he’s not usually here. He uses this room when he’s here for missions or check-ups, but Sam and I are always here. We’re either training recruits or out on a mission.” You bobbed your head in acknowledgement.

“I’m going to have to get some of my stuff from my apartment, clothes and shit like that. Those bastards took my laptop so I’ll need to go get another one of those, too.” Steve faltered.

“Why do you need a laptop?”

“I do still have a job, Steven. Not all of us are superheroes or world class assassins. I’ve got to make a living somehow, and that somehow is actually-- oh my god.”

“What? Is everything okay?” Steve became concerned so easily.

“Yes, I just realized that I need to call my boss.”

“Look, Y/N. You’re going to have to take a leave of absence or something. Just while we figure all this stuff out. If you’re posting things online or you’re talking to people over the phone, then you can be easily tracked back to the compound.” Steve placed his hands on his hips. “It’s just easier for everyone, if you just lay low for a while. No work, no outside communication.” Your jaw clenched.

“That’s fucking ridiculous. How am I supposed to make a living, Steve? I can’t just live in constant fear because of this. I want to be able to carry on with my life.”

“If HYDRA gets ahold of you, you won’t have a life to carry on with.” Steve had taken steps closer to you. You gulped causing him to back up. “You’re going to work with Wanda and follow our rules. This is for your own good, Y/N, I swear it is.” Nodding numbly, you opened your room door and flopped onto the bed as soon as you saw it. How the hell did I get myself involved in this?

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starmieknight · 3 years

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Chapter Five: In Which Hari Comes to the Rescue

Pairing: (poly) Jeongguk x Jimin x Taehyung x Original Character, [background OT7 implied]

Summary: Hari is an exchange student spending a year abroad to learn more about her grandfather’s heritage while she attends university, but stumbles into the strange, magical underbelly of his old hometown when she is saved by one of the university’s heart throbs, Park Jimin.

When Hari returns the favor and saves him from a scorned witch, she finds herself cursed and reliant on the youngest members of the Bangtan Coven, all of which are suffering from their own curses.

To save herself, Hari must first save them.

Contents: maknae line centric, Hyung Line is away for this story but no less loved and mentioned often, the boys are all whipped for each other, Polyamory, Magic, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Witches, Alternate Universe - College/University, Foursome - F/M/M/M, Slow Burn, Curses

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven (coming soon)

Hari grumbled to herself as she forced her way through the crowds of students trying to get from class to class. It was like swimming upstream and she had a newfound respect for salmon and their persistence in swimming up rivers and waterfalls every year.

Maybe she’d be reborn as a fish in her next life.

It wouldn’t be so bad to be a fish. At least they didn’t seem to suffer from nightmares and bullies and the only schools they were a part of didn’t decide your value on test scores.

Fish probably didn’t have to worry about whether or not they were crazy for starting to believe in magic (unless they were trying to become a dragon).

Hari was spending her sleepless nights surveying through any legitimate looking websites for a hint as to how real the magical world was and coming up empty. Nothing she found gave her any clearer insight on if Black Shucks were a real occurrence and people just didn’t speak of them for fear of being crazy, and all of her research on witches led her to tacky costume stores or aesthetic Pinterest boards.

There were a few interesting things that Hari had learned about Wicca and some of the visualizations used in the religion were good additions to her meditations when she was practicing yoga.

She’d felt more grounded, even as her world was spinning from her new revelations.

Nothing continued to go her way as far as socializing and maintaining her friendship with Migyeong went, but it didn’t seem to be getting any worse either. They continued to text and chat during class, having moved back from the front a few seats to avoid getting scolded by their professor, but their movie dates and coffee runs were far and few between. They had come to a standstill, neither willing to stop putting work into their newfound friendship, but both equally frustrated by the roadblock they’d hit in trying to elaborate on it.

In addition to that frustration, Hari had found herself a new problem.

In all honesty, she hadn’t meant to think so much about the boy in her English class, but he had somehow found his way into her dreams and nightmares as well as her daydreams.

Hari tried not to think too hard about his presence in her dreams and what he was doing there (he always had the same role of almost-savior in her nightmares where the incidents with the Black Shuck had gone bad), but he had a more passive role in her daydreams.

She thought often about how she would one day snap and stand up to the girls who crowded around her with their negativity, imagining the look on their faces and the glee she would feel when she knocked them down. She liked to picture them rolling down the stairs of the auditorium, bouncing like startled little sausages and ending up in a heap at Hero Boy’s feet. Hari liked to think that he would be annoyed with them, scolding them for interfering with his education before gathering up his things and coming to sit in the back with Hari. Then she’d have the chance to ask him about magic and she could help him with his classwork so he’d continue to sit in the back with her everyday.

Hari was in a serious moral dilemma about whether or not she should approach Hero Boy for help.

The situation with the plain faced girl was still firmly in her mind, creeping up into her thoughts whenever she found a moment of peace.

The name of the boy meant to be cursed was unfamiliar to her and looking for him on social media had turned out to be a dud. Park and Jimin were both common names and most of the Jimins Hari had found on Twitter and Instagram had been girls, one particularly pretty one standing out for her song covers that had Hari following her on Instagram and Youtube. Even Facebook had been a deadend with most of those profiles being private or not having enough photos for Hari to go snooping in.

In an unexpected turn of events, Migyeong ended up being the source of information that Hari needed.

Of course, it hadn’t been an entirely pleasant experience, considering that Migyeong had panicked when Hari tried to casually ask her if she knew him, making the other girl choke on her coffee at the name drop.

While Hari had scrambled to offer her some napkins and slap her on the back, Migyeong had gaped at Hari like she grew a second head without noticing.

“He’s a member of the Bangtan Boys,” Migyeong had spluttered. “Those guys from the cafe? Please, tell me you’re not turning into one of their fangirls - or worse, that he hit on you. I’m too young to go to prison, Har-ah. But I will if someone plays with my friend’s feelings.”

Hari had laughed, pounding Migyeong on the back to help her cough up the misplaced coffee, and reassured her friend that she wasn’t interested in Jimin like that, but that she had heard his name often and wondered who he was.

Migyeong was still watching her suspiciously whenever they met up these days.

Hari tried not to pay it any mind. She wasn’t in danger of becoming a fangirl, but she was worried about them. The mysterious woman wasn’t only targeting Park Jimin, but the boys from the cafe as well. Hari didn’t know them personally, but she felt that they didn’t deserve whatever fate was waiting for them at the wrong end of a curse, even if they had a ‘reputation’.

She had nearly worried herself sick earlier in class, trying to decide if it was a good idea to approach her Hero Boy after class for advice.

In the end, she chickened out and missed her chance, too worried about looking like one of the other girls who seemed to have an unhealthy obsession with the Bangtan Boys. Hero Boy had fled class as soon as the bell rang, getting ahead of the swarm of students Hari now found herself trapped in the middle of.

Hari froze, nearly making the crowd of students behind her crash into her. There were a few annoyed mutters and a few curses thrown at her a little louder, their speakers unafraid of letting their displeasure be known. Normally, Hari might have turned around to flip them off or give them her signature stink-eye. However, her confidence had been low lately and something else had caught her attention.

She had seen the girl from the cafe pass her on the stairs.

The exchange student whipped around, making one girl yelp and fall into the arms of a passing young man, but Hari paid them no mind as she hurried back down the stairs. She didn’t even care that she was pushing the other students out of the way, earning herself even more antis for her rude behavior. She had to catch that girl and see what had become of her.

It was hard to spot her, the stranger somehow managing to blend in like she was part of the architecture rather than the people moving through it. But luck seemed to be on her side and Hari found the girl’s short bob of hair after a moment of fast-paced searching and ran after her.

Hari remembered what the woman in the cafe had sent the stranger to do, to place some sort of curse on the elusive Park Jimin, and Hari hoped that she could catch up to the girl before she could get close enough to make the curse work. Even if the young man was supposedly a playboy, Hari didn’t think it was right for him to be unaware of a potentially life-threatening curse or one that would take away his free will.

There was a quiet cry of surprise as Hari burst out of the side door, hoping to get ahead of the girl and cut her off, but she instead crashed into a familiar face.

“Whoa, there!” the sweet voice cried, his ring adorned fingers digging into her shoulders a bit too tightly as he caught her. Her strange classmate from the other night in the alley righted Hari quickly and gentled his grip on her. Hero Boy grinned and Hari felt her heart jump at the sight. She would have liked to say she had forgotten how handsome he was - but her daydreams said otherwise. “We have to stop meeting like this - or join a track team together.”

Hari giggled before she could help herself, a little dumbstruck by their close proximity, before she remembered herself and her reason for nearly running him over. “Ah, I’m so sorry! I was trying to catch up to someone and I -”

“You’re fine!” Hero Boy insisted, allowing her to pull away. “Don’t let me keep you if you’re in a hurry.”

“Thanks,” Hari grinned, getting ready to move past him.”I-”

She froze as she looked past the boy, finding the inconspicuous girl from the cafe standing in front of them, her eyes blank and her face slack. Hari had almost missed seeing her.

Hero Boy cocked an eyebrow, looking past Hari to see what had startled her. Even he seemed to dismiss the girl before them for a moment until she moved.

“Park Jimin,” the girl droned, stepping closer.

Hero Boy - Park Jimin, apparently - frowned, looking uncomfortable. “Um, I’m sorry, but I’m a little busy with my friend here -”

“You’re Park Jimin?” Hari cut him off, moving to stand between them.

Jimin shrugged. “One of them? There’s a girl here with the same name…”

Hari snorted. “Yeah, but I’m sure you’re the one in trouble. Run!”

She grabbed him by the hand, in a reversal from their roles of the previous night, and dragged him along. Jimin yelped in surprise, stumbling before he caught his footing and followed after Hari. He didn’t question it, following Hari’s orders as they ran away from the strange girl.

“So, maybe not a track team.” he snickered. “Maybe we should take a self-defense class. You should come sit in my Taekwondo class.”

“My clumsy ass? Good luck.” Hari snorted. “I doubt Taekwondo is effective against a curse though.”

Jimin sobered up, looking over his shoulder to find the girl following them. Perhaps it was a side-effect of some sort of magic, but there seemed to be no one else around this part of the campus to intervene.

“Why do you think it’s a curse?” he asked urgently, tugging on her hand.

Hari barely threw him a glimpse as she pulled him behind a set of bushes. They ducked down together, watching through the leaves as the girl turned around in circles, having lost sight of them for the moment. “I overheard this lady catch that girl in the coffee shop the other day. I guess she must have been a witch or something because the girl started acting strange like that after the lady spoke to her.”

“An enchantment over the girl, then.” Jimin mumbled, his eyes flashing as he peeked over the bush. He nodded, seeing something that confirmed his suspicions. “Let me guess - she wanted the girl to find me to pass something along.”

Hari looked at him curiously. “A confession letter. How’d you know?”

Jimin looked sheepish. “Well, to cast a curse indirectly, the victim has to accept something carrying it… and I get a lot of confession letters.” He ducked into the bushes, hiding his face shyly.

Hari rolled her eyes. “So, you are a playboy.”

“Just a pretty boy.” He peeked out of the leaves and grinned playfully, getting a quiet laugh out of Hari.

Pretty boy indeed.

“What are you going to do about her?” Hari asked anxiously, worried for both Jimin’s sake and the girl’s. She was just as much of a victim as Jimin was supposed to be. “Curses are breakable, right?” Hari chanced a peek through the bushes to see the girl wandering aimlessly.

Jimin smiled without humor. “Oh yes, in theory. But only if you know how.” His expression was dark and despondent. “My whole coven is under a curse, did you know? It’s not been an easy one to break, either. But this is a mild enchantment curse. We just have to snap her out of it.” Jimin seemed to shake himself free of his dark thoughts and offered Hari a grin, nearly giving her whiplash from the sudden mood swing.

His entire coven was under a curse? How could he just drop that in the middle of their conversation and move on so easily?

He was a pretty boy, but a weird one.

But then there was another problem with his statement.

“We?” Hari asked incredulously. What did he expect her to do?

Jimin chuckled. “Yeah, we. It’s always better when you work together with someone in taking down a curse. Don’t worry - it’ll be perfectly safe. I can protect you.”

Hari huffed, glad she was wearing her hair down so that Jimin couldn’t see how red her ears had turned. He was too charming for her own good. “I can take care of myself.”

“I bet.” Jimin looked amused and thoughtful as he observed Hari. It was her turn to hide in the leaves, watching him warily. “You handled that Shuck pretty well on your own.”

“And I would have been dog food without you there.” she rolled her eyes, deflecting the compliment. She grimaced as she felt a branch stick in her hair, and she tugged it out impatiently.

Jimin giggled, turning his eyes away from her to survey his collection of rings. He chewed on his bottom lip, his expression contemplative. “Hmm, I have a crystal that might help, but I don’t know if it’ll be powerful enough… Do you have any on you?”

Hari gave him a flat look. “Not a witch, remember?” She brandished her stick at him in a mockery of a magic wand.

“I remember!” Jimin laughed, deciding on a ring. “But you’re a girl and girls usually have some type of jewelry, don’t they? Are you wearing any earrings or a necklace?”

“Oh,” Hari blinked in surprise. “Uh, I’ve got some earrings in right now. But they’re nothing special.”

“May I see?”

“Sure?” Hari shied away from Jimin when he leaned closer to see her ears, quickly taking out one of his earrings to show him. The little stud looked impossibly tiny between his thick fingers.

“It’s turquoise.” Jimin sighed, seemingly disappointed, but offered Hari a small smile. “It’s workable. Obsidian would be the best stone for a cleansing, but turquoise is good for wisdom and protection. I have a bit of fluorite in my necklace today - Jeonggukie actually picked this one out for me today. He must have talked to Jin-hyung this morning…”

“Uh, okay?” Hari mused, feeling lost. “How does fluorite help? Or stones in general? I didn’t think using crystals was something that actually worked…”

“What about religion? As long as you believe in something and it does something for you, inside, isn’t that something that works?” Jimin’s smile turned soft and knowing. “Magic isn’t something really bound in set lines. It’s kind of a wild thing. The crystals will work. It’s all about willpower and we want to break this enchantment, so we have to believe that they’ll help. Understand?”

It was a vague idea and an unusual concept, but Hari found herself nodding along in agreement. A few leaves fell out of her hair.

“Oddly enough, yeah.”

Jimin beamed at her. “Good. And fluorite is good for clarity, clearing and focus. I wear it as an earring because it’s not good to get it wet, so rings and bracelets are out because of handwashing. With this fluorite and turquoise, we’re going to focus on protecting this girl from the curse and protecting ourselves from any harm she might do to us. The crystals will work as a siphon of sorts, to give her back her own thoughts and a clear mind, free of the enchantment’s power.”

“So, are the stones magic?” Hari accepted her earring back, looking at the tiny bit of turquoise curiously. It had just been a gift from her mother. She didn’t think it had anything else special about it.

“Not really. Um, think about electricity. What are some things that conduct it?” Jimin shook his head, urging her to think hard to put the pieces together. It was kind of fun and Hari finally got to learn some about magic.

“Metal. And water.” she guessed, looking to him for the correct answer. Her mind went blank for a moment as she was yet again given that pretty smile of his, the sight knocking the breath out of her.

No wonder Jimin was so popular.

“Very good. Now, think of my magic as electricity. The fluorite and the turquoise will be my metal and water and we’ll basically shock the spell right out of that girl.”

“Then what do you need me for?” Hari asked in exasperation. “I’m not magical.”

“You do pretty well in situations like this, though. I’ll be able to focus more if you’re working with me.” Jimin took her hand, leaning forward with a pout on his lips. “Please?”

Hari’s mind went blank. “Uh…”

“Just focus your thoughts on what I said. Protection, clarity, and a clear mind. You’re wearing the turquoise, so you’re like a conductor too. Trust me.” Jimin went to stand up from their hiding place behind the bushes, then paused. He looked at Hari contemplatively, making her squirm.

“Spit it out.” she demanded, knowing that he was going to ask something else of her.

He grinned, eyes scrunching up into those little half-moons again. “You’re kind of bossy, aren’t you? That’s good. You go first. She won’t be expecting you.”

“Me?” Hari gaped at him.

“Just be bossy.” Jimin had a glint in his eye and Hari suddenly felt like he knew something she didn’t. “You’ve got a commanding air about you. I’ve fallen for it twice now. It’ll work with her too.”

“What?” Hari asked, unable to fight against him as he hauled her to her feet and shoved her through the bushes, nearly throwing her at the plain-faced girl on the other side. “Oh, shit.”

It took the girl a moment to notice her, her blank eyes still searching for Jimin, but a spark of acknowledgement filled the void for a brief moment.

“You.” the girl said flatly, reaching out to grab Hari’s arm. “Where is Park Jimin.”

Hari danced back out of the other girl's reach. The copper-haired girl held her hands up defensively, warning the other girl back.

"Quit that!" she commanded, and was surprised to see the girl drop her arms, just watching Hari instead. The girls froze, watching each other closely.

"Where is Park Jimin?" the girl asked again.

Hari frowned and crossed her arms. "What does it matter? You don't want to curse him - I saw you trying to fight your spell in the cafe. Do you remember seeing me?"

The girl stared at her blankly, but her fingers twitched. A small sign that the spell hadn't completely stolen her mind. "Yes."

Hari was surprised by the honesty. "I want to help you. You don't have to follow through with what that woman wants."

"I must give Park Jimin a letter." the girl argued, her words apathetic, like she was speaking about the weather.

“It’s fine. I don’t want it.” Jimin scoffed as he climbed out of the bushes behind the other girl. She jerked, going to turn around to face him, before Jimin raised an open palm at her, mirroring his pose from the other night when he defeated the Black Shuck. “You - think hard! Now!”

Hari jumped, startled, but tried to quickly collect her thoughts.

She wasn’t entirely sure how she was supposed to think ‘cleansing’ thoughts at the girl, but Hari thought back to that moment in the cafe. She thought about what would have happened if she had looked up to meet her eyes, imagined that it would have given the girl the chance to break free, that they could have dumped Hari’s coffee on the mysterious woman’s head and run out of the cafe together.

Hari’s words bubbled to the surface, tumbling from her lips without much thought. “Let go. This isn’t your burden to bear.” she told the girl quietly and firmly.

Jimin looked surprised for the split second it took him to direct his magic into the girl.

The girl stiffened, her body seizing like she’d been electrocuted, before she collapsed in a heap of limbs at their feet.

A trail of blue butterflies escaped from her backpack, ghostly in form and translucent.

“That’s the curse being destroyed.” Jimin pointed at the ghostly insects before they disappeared into the sky.

Hari watched them go in awe. “They’re so pretty. Aren’t curses bad things?”

“Sometimes.” Jimin shrugged, smiling shyly. “And the butterflies are my thing. Normally curses go in smoke or something, but I try to turn them into something beautiful before they go. To lighten things up a bit.”

Hari grinned at him. “I like that idea.” she turned her gaze to the other girl. “Will she be okay? That looked pretty painful.”

Jimin crouched down, helping the girl sit up. “She’ll be alright. Her body’s going to hurt like hell - like after a workout. But she’ll be more resistant to enchantments in the future. That’s the thing about those - you can’t use them too often on the same person or they’ll build up a tolerance.”

Hari grimaced. “I don’t know if that’s good to know or not.”

Jimin laughed as he guided the girl to her feet. “It’s a life-saver in a pinch when you want to get into a bar or out of trouble. But sometimes it’s just not worth it. The witch who cast this one is pretty strong, though. I’ll bet she uses enchantments for more than just charming someone into a favor.”

“She said you rejected her.” Hari quirked a brow at him, only slightly judging, and joined him in steadying the girl.

Jimin’s face was blank. “I… tend to do that a lot.”

Hari snorted.

Between them, the other girl began to rouse.

“Ah,” Jimin looked uncomfortable now. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but would you mind seeing to her? I just don’t want to give her the wrong impression if there were any personal feelings behind that confession letter…”

Hari gaped at him. “Are you on the track team? It seems like you’re always running away.”

Jimin grinned. “It’s on my resume. Please? I’ll make it up to you.”

Hari considered this. “Can we sit together during English? It’s my first language, so it’s kind of boring to me and the girls are annoying.” She peered at him closely. “I promise that I’m not one of those wild fangirls of yours.”

“They’re not all bad.” Jimin looked apologetic. “But I think that’s a good idea. My English… could use some work. It’ll be nice to have a fluent partner.”

Hari grinned, pleased with the new arrangement, and offered her hand to Jimin. “It’s a deal. I’m Hari, by the way. Moon Hari.”

Jimin’s fingers closed around hers in a handshake and Hari felt her heart jump. Maybe she did have a little crush. Maybe it was the adrenaline speaking.

“Nice to meet you, Hari-ssi.” Jimin grinned and Hari’s heart did a backflip.

Maybe more than a little crush.

Related works: Gray Morning, Golden Home; Plus One, Two, Three

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Bad Idea, a Bucky Fanfic

A/N Sensitive themes including injury, smut and kidnapping/suggestions of abuse. 18+ Also I'm still new at this so any feedback is appreciated.

Requested by @lannycleave

Prologue Part 2

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Part 1

6 Months ago: NYC Avengers Tower.

You rocked up to the tower with a duffle bag, Natasha had text you to say they had a mission for you, and it would be a 3 day one so to bring clothes. You were an agent of S.H.E.I.L.D not an Avenger. That being said Sometimes when agents were needed you got to go along on their missions thanks to your Friendship with Miss Romanoff and America’s golden boy Steve Rogers. The rest of the time you were on your own missions or helping to train new recruits.

“Hey Y/N, long time no see, did Mr. Roboto scare you off” Joked Sam as he clapped you on your back. You weren’t as good as FitzSimmons when it came to tech, but you held your own, you’d recently helped Sam with some upgrades to Red Wing, that was when you’d been introduced to The Winter Soldier, Sargent Bucky Barnes. You couldn’t help but stare at him when you met him, he was just so, well hot to put it bluntly.

Of course, he had barely acknowledged your existence other than polite conversation before he got called away to a mission.

“Ha, if anyone was going to scare me off it would be you with your creepy obsession with red wing” you winked at Sam before taking a bite of the apple you had swiped from the fruit bowl. Before Sam even had chance to think of a comeback, Tony walked into the communal dining/living area, followed closely by Nat and Steve. Nat nodded her head in the direction of the small briefing room. “That’s my cue” you smiled at Sam before following along.

“Agent Y/N, good to see you again, as your aware we require your assistance for a mission, I’ve been given clearance from Commander Hill, and you come highly recommended from the team. I’ve seen you in action in the training rooms and you seem like a capable candidate,” Said Tony. Your eyebrows shot up, it appeared Tony was running point on this mission, not unusual for the Avengers sure, but all your previous missions with the Avengers had been overseen by Nick Fury or more recently Commander Hill.

“This mission is off the books, I got the intel from Morgan actually, we have reason to believe there is a small cartel family, trafficking young children to Hydra” Tony continued.

“Morgan noticed a new kid at school, acting suspicious, they reminded her of how Uncle Bucky, and Steve are when lifting heavy things” Said Steve. “Morgan said they joined her class out of know where, quietly slipping in as if they’d been in her class all along, then a week later, they stopped showing up.” Concluded Steve.

“So, why do you need me?” You asked. At that moment, the door to meeting room opened and in walked Bucky, he didn’t move to sit down instead pressing himself into the corner of at the back the room. “We need intel” Said Nat. “Basically we need someone who’s not recognizable like me, but is someone we trust, and Y/N if Steve and I trust you then that’s good enough for Tony”. She continued. “Intel, right I can do that, so what’s the plan and where am I going” you asked.

“We’re going to Boston” said Bucky, your eyebrows shot up, you had presumed you were going by yourself. “I may not be The Winter Soldier anymore, but I can still remember some hotspots for HYDRA activity and Boston is their most obvious choice as a few higher ups from HYDRA own property out there” he continued.

“Y/N, we know we are asking a lot of you here, but we trust Bucky to keep this under wraps and we trust you,” Said Tony.

So that was how you ended up in Boston in the middle of October in a small one-bedroom apartment with Mr. Bucky Barnes. There was a fold out couch which Bucky took and left you the bedroom. You had been given Three days to gather as much intel as possible before reporting back to Tony, Steve and Nat on day 4

. Day one had been a bust, you and Bucky had split off to follow separate trails, your paths meeting at the same spot where the trail had gone cold. Day two had gone much better, as your paths had already crossed once you both decided to work on the same lead. Stark had been on to something with the human trafficking, you tracked a lot of vehicle traffic coming into an old gym/leisure center.

Day 3 was when everything changed. You had agreed with Bucky that he would stay back at the apartment whilst you tried to get into the building, you couldn’t risk Bucky being discovered by Hydra and whilst you knew what intel you already had would be a huge lead for Nat and the rest you decided you had come this far you might as well try and see inside.

“You promise you’ll get out of there the second you feel like you’re in danger?” Bucky asked. “Stark might trust me to keep this under wraps but that doesn’t necessarily mean he trusts me and if anything happens to you, I’m sure he’ll find a way to blame me” Bucky said, his blue eyes flickered over with confliction and pain. Before this mission you hadn’t really had much interaction with Bucky, but you could tell he regretted his actions as The Winter Soldier. I put your hand on Bucky’s Vibrainium arm and smiled at him softly.

“ I solemnly swear that I am up to no good, but if I’m about to get caught I will high tail it out of there” you said. (Spoiler alert you didn’t)

“For Fucks Sake Y/N!” Bucky shouted slamming the apartment door shut behind him, he looked pissed, like really pissed. His usually clear blue eyes had thundered over, turning them a deeper shade of blue almost black.

You’d had every intention of getting out of the building if you felt you were in trouble, but then you’d gotten cocky thinking that this could lead to a promotion, even if the mission were off the books if Tony Stark and Steve Rogers were impressed with your work then that would mean something.

Unfortunately, this attitude had nearly cost you the mission. You had let your guard down and not only that you had actually fallen down. You had been creeping along a ledge outside what appeared to be a makeshift infirmary on the first floor. You head voices coming from two windows along and had inched further to try and get a clearer listen, however you hadn’t realized the brick was in poor condition and had already started to crumble away from the wall. T

hat was the moment you knew you’d fucked up because you went barreling down. Thankfully, there was a balcony to break your fall or else you’d have done some serious damage. You also hadn’t exactly been quiet as you fell down the face of the wall, so you didn’t exactly stick around, you snapped a few pictures of the building entrance from the balcony, hearing the voices around the building getting louder you decided to jump from the balcony to the ground floor and just hightail it out of there.

“I know, I know I fucked up” you bellowed. You were in pretty rough shape and you’d had to text Bucky 911 when you were a safe distance from the gym. “I let my guard down thinking I could get enough intel to finally get a promotion within S.H.E.I.L.D or at least get enough recognition to be considered for a position within Avengers” you continued.

The black turtleneck shirt you were wearing was starting to stick to your side. You headed to the bedroom desperate to get the top off. “I don’t need you telling me how badly I fucked up” you shouted slamming the bedroom door behind you.

“Fuck” you hissed, you were in pain and felt utterly humiliated. You pushed your palms into your eyes to stop yourself crying. With a deep breath you whipped of your shirt, deciding to treat it like a band aid and that ripping it of would be better than an agonizing slow peel.

You were bleeding, thankfully not an amount that would require medical attention but enough that you were going to have to put some gauze over it. You really didn’t want to ask Bucky for help so decided to be a martyr instead and clean yourself up in the mirror using the first aid supplies you had packed into your duffle bag.

Thirty minutes later you were admiring your handy work and the feeling pretty pleased with your hard work when Bucky knocked on the door, he didn’t wake for you to respond before opening the door. “Look Y/N I know…” Bucky’s voice trailed off as you stood there in your underwear, in your anger and rush you hadn’t locked the door.

Everything in that moment seemed to go in slow motion as you went to grab a jumper off the bed at the exact moment Bucky’s eyes trailed your body taking in all the scrapes, cuts and injuries on your body. He knew you’d been injured but not to this extent.

“Y/N…” Bucky’s clear blue eyes had thundered over again this time a mixture of anger, concern and (all though you didn’t know it) lust swirled in them. You went to pull your jumper over your head but before you could even pull it on over your arm’s Bucky had closed the distance between you, pinning you to the wall with one arm above your head and the other to your side. You felt your breath catch in your throat, even though he was clearly pissed you liked the feel of him pressed against you.

“It’s not as bad as it looks, I cleaned myself up and patched it up fine, we don’t need to tell Nat about it”, you said turning your head away from him, you were protecting your reputation as much as his. Bucky’s eyes softened, loosening the grip on your arms just a touch, you felt a delectable burning sensation where his pressure had eased.

You could feel yourself growing farm under Bucky’s gaze. You’d fantasized about a moment like this since you’d met him that day helping Sam out, sure you’d imagined it would have been under better circumstances and he would have also had less clothing on. Suddenly all you could think about was how much you wanted Bucky. Bucky seemed to sense the change in your demeanor as he gulped. His eyes met yours.

“We shouldn’t… we really shouldn’t” he said his voice coming out at barely a whisper. “Oh, but we should” you said a sly grin on your face. Before Bucky even had time to respond you were kissing him. Bucky’s lips parted slightly welcoming your kiss, deepening it as your tongues crashed against each other.

Bucky released the grip on your arms as his hands danced their way down your body, the contrast between the cool metal arm dragging down your right side to the way his right arm left a blazing trail down your left side. Bucky crushed himself against you as your fingers tangled in his brown hair. You couldn’t help but moan as you felt Bucky’s hard cock pressed against you restricted by his jeans and underwear.

How you longed to reach out and grab his cock and release it from his jeans. Bucky was taking this torturously slow fingering the waistband of your underwear, leaving a trail of blazing hot kisses along your neck.

His cool Vibrainium arm cupped your ass. Something in you snapped and you decided you couldn’t wait any longer, so your hand moved to Bucky’s waistband. Before you could even undo the button on his jeans Bucky had your arms pinned above your head with his Vibrainium arm. He chuckled.

“My my, my, impatient little thing aren’t we” he said between kisses. “You should know by now Y/N I’m the one in charge here, that goes for the bedroom as well as the mission” he said, before you could even process what he’d just said Bucky pushed his hand down the front of your underwear Bucky shoved two fingers in making you gasp at the shock, the pain and how good it felt to have Bucky warm fingers inside you. You whined as Bucky’s fingers did nothing. He let out a slight moan.

“Holy fuck you’re dripping already, just from a few light kisses, just how long have you been imagining a moment like this” he asked. When you didn’t answer Bucky flicked his thumb over your clit sending shivers down your spine, you let out a moan.

“Don’t make me ask again Y/N” said Bucky. “So, so long, since I met you” You said between gulps as Bucky started gently pulsing his fingers in and out of you. Your admission seems to stir a hunger in Bucky, has his thumb finds its way back to your bud, Bucky gently swipes his rough thumb over it, making you whimper, suddenly he’s pushing his two fingers into hard and fast whilst his thumb swipes ferocious circles on your now throbbing bud, your hands clawing at Bucky back.

You feel your cunt tighten round his fingers. Your so close and Bucky can tell. Which only encourages him as he pushes a third finger inside you slowing his pace right down back to slow agonizing strokes. You’re putty in his hands and he knows it.

“You’re only allowed to cum when I say so Y/N” he says as his pace quickens once again, hitting that sweet spot. You had never been so fucking turned on before, but the way Bucky’s fingers played you like a fiddle and had you dripping was something else. It was taking everything in you to hold back your orgasm.

Suddenly just as you felt like you couldn’t hold back any longer and your legs were about to give out Bucky withdrew his fingers, you instantly felt empty. However, you didn’t have to wait long, as Bucky sank down onto his knees, pulling your legs up over his shoulders.

“Now what did I say Y/N?” he asked as he started peppering kisses and gentle bites along the inside of your things. You could barely think straight, and the sudden change had you gasping from the shock and delight.

“I – I’m only allowed to cum when you say so” you stuttered. “Good girl” he replied before picking you up by your thighs. You thought he would have perhaps moved to the bed, but no Bucky pushed your back up against the wall, standing tall with you sat on his shoulders with one hand still holding you up he removed your underwear which was soaked and took one slow lick up your slit, his tongue gentle yet rough at the same time.

“Fuck. Bucky” you hissed. Your eyes fluttered close. “Mm that’s right doll, you just enjoy the ride” he chuckled before he started licking at your bud, Bucky’s pace was frantic like he couldn’t get enough of you, you felt like every single nerve in your body was on fire. You could feel yourself getting close still sensitive from the feel of Bucky’s rough fingers pumping you. You weren’t used to being denied your orgasm, hell most of your escapades had very rarely even managed to get you one orgasm let alone deny you it.

“Please Bucky,” you whispered hands tangled in his hair you weren’t sure how much longer you would hold out. Bucky didn’t respond instead slowing his pace right down again his tongue dragged across your hypersensitive bud you opened your eyes to find Bucky’s blue eyes dark with hunger and lust staring straight at you as a small smirk tugged on his lips, it was almost as if he was staring straight into to your soul.

With Bucky’s tongue still slowly swiping your bud Bucky entered one finger into you, curling up to hit that magic spot, Bucky’s rough finger combined with the licking and sucking was almost too much and just as you felt like you couldn’t take any more….

“Y/N cum for me” said Bucky, that was all it took and suddenly you were screaming his name as you felt your orgasm crash over you, wave after wave as your cunt pulsed round Bucky’s finger.Bucky lowered you from the wall onto the bed, your chest heaving as you caught your breath. Keeping his eyes on you Bucky popped the button on his jeans and unzipped them shimmying them along with his boxers down his body. His cock sprang out and you couldn’t help but lick your lips, it was magnificent, and you wanted nothing more for it to fill you.

However, Bucky had other ideas first. He leant down and pulled you towards the end of the bed when he straightened up you were at eye level with his waste, Bucky noticed the glazed look in your eyes and how transfixed you were with his dick, he chuckled all though the look you were giving was shooting straight to his cock, he was going to enjoy all you had to offer and make you work for it if you wanted his dick to pound your insides.

Bucky nudged your mouth open with his cock, you parted your lips and Bucky slowly pushed his cock into your mouth he was bigger than you realized and it took you a moment to adjust you took a breath and then slowly you dragged your tongue all the way up his shaft, lazily sucking his length you brought your and up to the base of his shaft moving in tandem with your mouth, your pace started to quicken hollowing your cheeks. Bucky moaned.

“Fuck Y/N you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, so fucking pretty” Bucky said tangling his Vibrainium hand in your hair whilst his right had gripped your shoulder, Bucky bucked his hips fucking your mouth. You drew your head back and licked his throbbing dick with little gentle kitten like licks before taking him back in all his glory into your mouth. Just then your phone rang you were going to ignore it until Bucky’s started ringing from the front room, Bucky seemed to snap out of whatever haze had taken him over and removed his cock from your mouth and quickly pulled up his boxers and jeans before walking out of the bedroom avoiding your gaze the entire time.

You felt your heart plummet and tears started to gather in the corner of your eyes, you furiously swiped at them taking a deep breath before getting up to answer your phone. Tony’s name flashed up on the caller id.

“Tony…” you said

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