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Ship of Dreams (Titanic 1997 AU) | Chapter 4

Gif not mine.

A/N: Hiiiii everyooooone! So this is again, another chapter and I feel like this should marinate really well just cuz... This bitch literally took a month off because of a writer’s block or burn out as some people like to call it. So i spent time literally taking a break then BAM! My boyfriend (reconnected bih) let me barrow his laptop so I’m just taking advatage of its presence right now. BUT I WILL NOT BE PUTTING ANY READING BREAKS BECAUSE I WILL NOT BE HAVING THIS FOR LONG AND I WOULDN’T WANT ANY INCONSISTENT CONTENT. Yo girl also added in some deleted scenes for a dash of new flavor and tweaked the scenes a little bitty bit. So yeah I hope y’all like this <3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier) x Reader

Warning: Language, Descriptive spitting, spit... Just spit. And language probably. And me remembering how Ruth (Rose’s mom in the movie) looks like a bug from bug’s life (I said it. sorry not sorry.)

Reader's Point of View

The next day, I remember thinking how the sunlight felt. As if I have never felt the sun in years.

Maybe he's right about me being an indoor girl...

I walk down the ship, passing by the other passengers of first-class, who are doing what they fancy. Chattering back and forth in their big hats and black coats in broad daylight, for the protection of their complexion.

I made my way to the metal divide that separates third-class passengers from our part of the ship. I unlock the small metal gate which had a sign against third-class, making sure no one would notice.

Otherwise, I would get an earful from Alexander and my mother. That doesn't matter now.

I need a word with him.

Third Person Point of View

The playing of a piano and the merry singing of some of the men on the ship, melodious to the people in their own little bubble or the ones playing cards holding their beers.

The women and their endless gossip, background noise in the midst of the children's babbles and screams of delight on the third-class part of the ship.

All of these a symphony for everyone on the ship. Particularly Sam who is looking at Bucky's drawings, and noticing that he draws from the life around him. Like the bearded man laughing with his friends just across where he is seated.

He puffs a cigarette and smiles impressed with his work, "These are good... Very good..."

Bucky smiles his way as he goes back to teaching a little girl named Amelia to draw in his leather sketch pad. Though all were scribbles and it looked hideous for his adult, artist eyes, he commended her for her efforts.

Steve however, found a girl to talk to. His newspaper boy hat covering his blonde hair as the girl looked like a young doe, making him blush as they spoke.

"Steve..." he greets to her shaking her hand nervously, he wasn't really one like Bucky...

"Peggy..." she greets back shaking his hand, making him blush more... Her voice like the plucking of harp strings.

The three of them having their own fun in their own little worlds, but a moment later Amelia's parents approached Bucky, "Time to go, Amelia... Say goodbye to Uncle Bucky..." her father says holding her small hand.

She stands up to walk away, waving goodbye to him, "Bye, Uncle Bucky..."

"Bye, Amelia..." he smiles as he slides his pencil in his sketchpad, keeping it safe.

Amongst the chatter and noise of the people and the piano playing, Y/N descends down the stairs. Her dress and skin aglow under the mid morning sun peeping through the stairway.

Her hair donned in an elegant updo and her dress in shining satin, her waist cinched with a belt that had a buckle of crystals.

Women and men turned their heads, some stood up to look at her. Her sophisticated facade alien to the people of the lower class, who would only look like that on special occasions.

She walked down a path clear of people, like a bride walking down the aisle. All eyes were on her, her beauty like a beacon of light as she graced everyone of her presence.

Like an angel from Heaven.

She was like royalty, smiling and giving small nods of greeting to the people around her. The women gossiped and chattered about her looks. Negative? Positive? It didn't matter.

Sam caught glimpse of her then tapped Steve's shoulder, "On your left..."

Steve and Peggy turned their attention to her as she drew closer. He then tapped Bucky's shoulder and gestured him to look forth.

His eyes lit up as she approached him. His heart beats faster and he feels all eyes were on him and Y/N.

"Hello, Mr. Barnes..."

"Hello again..." he says as he stands up with his hands behind his back, his sketch pad under his arm.

"May I have a word with you?" She asks with begging eyes. Bucky feels sweat form on his forehead like a crown.

Did he do something wrong? Is he going to face a false accusation? Is the dinner off?

"Yeah, sure..." he says, still as he gestures for her to sit near people she doesn't know.

"In private..."

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"I've been kinda alone ever since I left New York... Well, me and my bestfriend Steve were alone... He's like a brother to me..." Bucky says as him and Y/N walk along the ship, her listening attentively, "Since then we've been travelling like tumbleweeds in the wind... Working where ever stopped over..."

Y/N nods in response, feeling the wind gently blow cool air on her face as Bucky inhales the fresh sea breeze with the scent of nearby cigarettes.

"Y'know what, Y/N... We've talked about how great the weather is and I told you things about me..." he says breaking the silence between them, "But I reckon that's not what we came here to talk..."

Y/N's gears turned, snapping out of the seemingly normal conversation with Bucky, "Mr. Barnes-"

"James..."

"James... I would like to thank you for saving me last night... And for your discretion..." she says formally in gratitude.

"You're welcome..." Bucky grins at her as they slowed their pace in short silence.

"I know what you're thinking, 'Poor little rich girl... What does she know about misery?'" She says walking a little faster in embarrassment.

Bucky raises an eyebrow, unbeknownst to Y/N who is looking down, "No, no... That's not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was, 'What could've happened to hurt this girl so much she thought she had no way out?"

Y/N inhaled, collecting her thoughts. Thoughts fuelled by a smidge of anger, and a whole lot of hopelessness, "It was everything. It was... It was my whole world and all the people in it... And the inertia in my life, plunging ahead of me, powerless to stop it," she says, flipping to the back of her hand, a sizeable diamond on her ring finger.

Bucky's eyes grow wide as he held her smooth hand, the diamond reflecting the sunlight back to the open sparkling like how it should, "God, look at that nut... You would've gone straight to the bottom..."

"500 invitations have gone out... All of New York's society will be there..." she says hopelessly, "And all the while I feel... I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up..."

Bucky looks at her expressions carefully, wondering why a girl like her feels so helpless. A girl that is going to be married off to a rich guy... She should be happy. At least it's what he thinks.

Maybe she thinks otherwise.

"Do you love him?"

Y/N looks at him puzzled, "Pardon me?"

Bucky's Point of View

"Do you love him?" I asked again, emphasizing the question more as she gawks at me like I murdered someone.

"You're being very rude..." she says with a bit of shock in her voice, "You shouldn't be asking me this..."

Well technically, yes... I shouldn't. But just to, piece it all out on why she's feeling like this it just feels appropriate to ask. Women like her should be happy because they're getting married... Let alone to a rich man like Alexander.

"Well, it's a simple question... Do you love the guy or not?" I ask one more time, just to get the answer that's right under her cute nose.

"This is not a suitable conversation, James..." she scoffs at me, dodging my question with an answer that's not what I'm looking for...

I laughed a little, "Why won't you just answer the question?"

She shakes her head and chuckles, "This is absurd! You don't know me, and I don't know you and we are not having this conversation!"

I just smiled at her and nodded, listening as she rants her frustrations, "You are rude, cocky and presumptuous and-"

"You insulted me..."

"Yes... And... I am leaving now." She then proceeds to shake my hand, "James-"

"Bucky..."

She looks at me confused, "Who the hell is Bucky?"

"My friends call me Bucky... Buchanan is my middle name..."

"Well, Bucky... I am not your friend, I am your acquaintance and I... I am about to leave... It's been nice meeting you, James..." she says stomping away and I just chuckle at her.

She then turns to face me, "You are so annoying!" She then walks nearer to me, "Wait, this is my side of the ship! You leave!"

"Oh... Well, well, well... Now that's being rude..." I chuckle and joked and she scoffs at me, eyeing me up and down, spotting my sketch pad.

"What is this stupid thing you're carrying?" She asks me, as if trying to be rude, "What are you an artist or something?"

She flips through the pages of my sketch pad, black and white sketches filling the pages, "These are good... Very good, actually..."

I wait patiently as she flipped through the pages and I feel her eyes on me for a moment, "Bucky, these are exquisite..." she praises and I just nod...

"Well, didn't think much of the ol' Paree..." I shrugged as she skimmed through the thin sheets of paper.

"Paris?" She says tracing her fingers on the dark strokes on the paper, "You do get around... For a p-... Person... with... Limited Means-"

"Yeah, you can say 'poor...'" I say chuckling and she smiles...

She flips through a page with a naked woman laying in bed, then to the next page with another woman standing up, still naked, "Well, well, well..."

She continues, "Are these drawn from life?"

I was about to answer but man passes by us and she lowers the cover of the sketch pad to shield the naked drawings from the eyes of people who are conservative.

"That's one of the good things about Paris... Lots of girls are willing to take their clothes off..."

She flips to another page, and she looks at her carefully, "You like this woman... You used her several times..."

"Well, a part of her... She had beautiful hands..." I show her a sketch of just her hands, "Y'see?"

"You must've had a love affair with her..." she says raising a brow playfully at me and I shake my head.

"No, no... Just with her hands..." I say, "She's actually a one-legged prostitute..." I show her a sketch of the same woman, her amputated state in all of her glory.

She gawks at the page and chuckles. I look at her and I see her face glow as she stiffles giggles slipping out her lips, "She had a sense of humor, though..."

She looks at me then looks back at the sketch pad, the page flipped to one of my favourite pieces, "This lady used to out to the bar every night, wearing all the jewellery she owned, waiting for her long lost love... We called her Madame Bijoux..."

She took a good look at her, and ran her fingertips on the pencil strokes once again, "You truly have a gift... Bucky..." she looked to me before she continued, "You see people..."

"I see you..."

Her face flushed slightly, and smiled nonchalantly, raising her head, "And...?"

"You would've jumped."

Natasha’s Point of View

Another new day, another time to put on that familiar mask that I abandon once I wake up from my bed. A feathery hat of a different variant seats on a small table in my quarters as I prepare to go have some tea with the others.

Being surrounded by rich people feels like second nature, as I’m still taking time to get used to judgmental eyes looking at me or entitled individuals think that I am oblivious and uncultured. Might I say I am also playing their little games, especially the women of first class.

I may look like one of them, but my heart is otherwise.

I faintly hear them gossip as I draw nearer to their table.

“Oh it’s that vulgar Natasha again.”

“Quickly before she sits with us.”

I put a smile on my face as they stood up simultaneously, pretending to be the oblivious woman they think I am, “Hello, girls. I was hoping I’d catch you at tea,” I greet, seeing their just sipped on tea cups, nearly full to the brim and still hot.

“Oh, we were about to leave... Sorry, but we are about to take a stroll on the boat deck,” Katherine says looking at the countess with wide eyes to ride the show they were putting right in front of me.

“That sounds great! I’d like to catch up on my gossip,” I beamed at them, Katherine’s lips pursed as I could sense her gritting her teeth as I strolled away with the other two women.

It’s foolish to fool me as I have seen it all.

Thor’s Point of View

“You haven’t lit the last few boilers, Odinson?” Tony asks, puffing a cigar looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

“No, but we’re making excellent time,” I grinned at him, “A perfect day in New York when we reach land and I guarantee it.”

“Captain...” he begins as he downs a sip of whiskey, “The press knows how large the Titanic is. Let them marvel at her speed too. We must give them a new story to print and make the maiden voyage of the Titanic make headlines!” he says impatiently, with a beam on his face.

“With all due respect, Mr. Stark... I wouldn’t pressure the boilers until they have been properly run in...”

He clenches his jaw as I denied his request, then a grin paints his face, “Oh, I would leave you to it, Captain Odinson. But wouldn’t it be nice to surprise them when we arrive in New York on tuesday night and surprise them all?” he then slaps the table, “It would be nice to retire with a bang, Thor...”

I just nodded stiffly as he downed his remaining whiskey.

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Third Person’s Point of View

Bucky and Y/N walked down the deck, the afternoon sun lighting it up the ship’s boards as the people cast shadows on the white exterior walls on the deck. Bucky listened to Y/N’s musings as she said her hands were made for work, to be an artist or a sculptor and her own exhibit. She also dished on why she hates caviar, as he remarked that she couldn’t live a day without it.

“Poor but free,” she said as he smiled. Y/N truly was a free bird around him, and she loved it. To be as silly as she wants and to be as expressive as she wants.

A man that carried a tray of tea and caviar passed by, “Would you like some tea or caviar, miss?”

“NO!” Y/N exclaimed sternly looking at the poor steward, making Bucky laugh heartily to see her loud.

She then spotted a man with a vintage camera and proceeds to go in front of it and act like a picture actress, as being one was also one of her musings. She put acted like a damsel in distress and closed her eyes as the camera rolled, she opened one to look at Bucky, who’s steel blues twinkled despite being shadowed by his hooded eyes, the warm sunlight illuminating his face.

They then proceeded to go to a higher part of the deck to admire the people walking around on the lower part of the ship, looking quite small. To Y/N this was a thing that she needed to get used to, as all her life she was indoors for the most part. She never basked out under the afternoon sun as it sets. To Bucky, it’s a chance to see the sun at its golden hour, the ship’s lights starting to light up in the incoming sunset.

However, she seems lit from within. A thing that Bucky never noticed. In Y/N’s heart she felt a sliver of hope when she went to see him in third class. Now that she’s with him, it feels like an escape. A safe haven away from the pressuring eyes of first class.

Bucky told her stories about how he made only ten whole cents per sketch when he was in Santa Monica and Los Angeles. And how he went to Paris when the weather gets cold to see what the real artists were doing.

“Why can’t I be like you, Bucky? Just head out for the horizon when I feel like it?” she asks as she looks at the warm dusk sky, “Say we’ll go there, to the pier... Even if we just talk about it... And just that...”

“Alright, we’re going...” Bucky grins at her as Y/N smile grows on her face, “We can have a couple of cheap beers, ride on a roller coaster until we throw up and ride horses right on the surf. But ride them cowboy style and none of that side-saddle stuff...”

Her eyes spark interest when he spoke of the side-saddle, in all her life she was taught that was the proper way of riding a horse for a lady, “You mean one leg on each side?! How scandalous... You can show me how to do that?”

“Sure... ‘S not a big deal...” He says making her smile even more and she looked out for a moment in thought.

“Teach me how to ride like a man...” she says, then her eyes spark happily, “Then spit like a man!” she says in a goofy southern accent.

“They didn’t teach you that in finishing school?”

“No!”

He paused a little then smiled, “C’mon I’ll show you..”

He proceeds grab her wrist and she pulls her, but she resists “No! Bucky this is ridiculous I was just joking!”

“C’mon!”

“I couldn’t possibly do it!”

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Reader’s Point of View

We went back to the lower part of the deck, nothing in front of us but the tide.

“Watch closely,” Bucky leans backward to collect enough spit than arc forward, launching it like a cannon as it plops in the sea below us, “Your turn...”

“What?! That’s disgusting!” I exclaim as I see it floating farther away.

“You wanna spit like a man, right?” He asks me, “Do it...”

I looked around apprehensively to see if anyone was looking as I collected enough spit that my mouth can produce and spat it out the water.

It looked pathetic.

“That was pitiful... Just pitiful... Here.. Like this..” he says as he collects more in his mouth and maybe some phlegm along with it, “Hawk it down... HNNNNNK... Then roll it up to your tongue like this...”

Oh is it easier to learn it then to watch? Yes.

“Big breathe then,” he spat it farther away than the first one, “You see the range on that thing!”

I started to collect spit as I applied what he just said, and spat it out, a LOT farther away than my first attempt.

“That was great... But you could do better..” He says as he leans back and tries to repeat the same action. I hear my mother’s familiar voice chatting away with some other women which made me turn.

I’m going to be crushed.

I felt my body grow cold in embarrassment as I tap Bucky on his side making him turn to my mother and her companions, spit running down his chin and a big gulp going down his throat.

She looks so displeased.

“Mother, may I introduce to you James Barnes...”

She eyes him up and down, looking at his probably day old clothes and the dribble down his chin, “Charmed I’m sure.”

Natasha looked at him and pointed at her chin, gesturing that there was something on his face. He wipes it quickly with his hand and on to his pants as he smiled awkwardly afterwards.

Others were gracious and curious about the man who saved my life. But my mother looked at him like an insect, a dangerous insect that must be squashed quickly.

“Well, James... Seems like you’re a good man to have around in a sticky situation...” Natasha grins as he does the same right back at her.

The brass sounds its tune to let everybody know it’s nearly time for supper.

“Why do they insist on always announcing dinner like a damn cavalry charge?” Nat jokes as we laugh with her for a short moment.

Perfect timing.

“Shall we go get dressed, mother?” I ask as I lead her away from Bucky and the scene that we were in, “See you in dinner, James...”

Natasha’s Point of View

Katherine and Y/N leave as this young man toodles at them as they disappear in the crowd.

This kid is out of his mind.

“Uh.. Son...” I begin to call out to him to snap him out of his head as he continues to look for her in plain sight, “Son!”

“Hmm?”

Thank goodness. However, like a drunk, looking love struck as he was when she said goodbye.

I look at him attentively and sternly, “Do you have the slightest comprehension of what you’re doing?”

He shrugs nonchalantly and grins the same way, “No, not really...”

“Well, you’re about to go into the snake pit...” I say almost sarcastically.

If only it was really just sarcastic.

“And what are you planning to wear?” I ask him.

He gestures to his current attire and shrugs. He didn’t think this through enough.

“I figured... C’mon...”

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A/N: DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID HERE?! I made it longer because when I published it i though I dun fucked up because it was like so short and just... You know... Meh... So I took it down, and added a second floor to like add a bit more richness y’knowhat’msaying... So yeah... And with the addition of the newer parts the story is all going according to how I initially planned it! YAY. So... I hope you liked reading this chapter.. And I’m sorry it took so long for me to update. Stand up to what’s right and STAY SAFE BABIES

-Alri

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The Holy Grail War | Prologue 3

🎵🎵🎵

"Hello, everyooooone!"

Father Amedeo Abbatangelo speaks, throwing his arms out to either side as he grins at the lot of you.

Something about this priest strikes you as... Odd. You did get passed a document detailing the first three Fuyuki wars and their oversees, the latest of them being one Kotomine Risei- yet he has died some years ago, and his son, one Kotomine Kirei, had no interest in this...

Thus, Father Amedeo was chosen, perhaps simply by luck of the draw. He's too long in the wrong places, too angular- something about his general existence seems to put you ill at ease just by viewing him, despite the rampant smiles and closed eyes.

The woman standing next to him removes her aviators wordlessly.

"My name is Father Amedeo Abbatangelo. Haha! Ahh- and this is Olga!" He gestures to his companion before continuing.

"And those two are who I'd like to consider being 'Team Foreigner'! How exciting, no? We have my protégé, Aino Camsanguine, and.... The Foreigner! Hah! Can't go spoiling all these little secrets, mm?"

A nervous girl steps down from a set of stairs from the floor above you, followed by the sound of... Jingling bells? Behind her a man of clear Jesterly disposition follows, smiling and winking as he waves at all of you.

"These two are the official church representatives, while I am simply overseeing these affairs. I assume you all read the, ahhh- the information before coming here? And if not, well- good luck you, I suppose! Hah. Oh-"

Ruler coughs into her hand, as if telling Amedeo to get on with his rambling.

"Of course, of course~! Moving on. The rules of this little game are relatively simple. You're all here to receive the Holy Grail! Wow, what an honor. No fewer than six servants must fall in order for the grail to be ready, so I hope you're all excited!

"Anyways. My business here is to make sure none of you, well... 'die-die'," said while producing air quotes with his fingers. "Defeated masters may find refuge in my humble sanctuary at the church. I'm here to clean up your messes, help you retrieve whatever you may need to make this little game go smoothly... you name it, I've probably got it! Haha. Uh. Anyways, try not to go and do any of this stuff in front of civilians, alright? Because, part of my job description is silencing witnesses, and I don't reeeeeealllyyyyyy want to do that!! Haha. And, um- oh, thank you, Ms. Ruler! Here are your Catalysts!"

With those words, Ruler steps aside to reveal the basic, broken down altar of the church. On it seven small packages lie, each with a name tag attached to them. Your names.

"I chose these per~sonally, so if you don't like what you get, tough! This isn't a gacha game! Haha. I definitely didn't choose these at random, though. Haha. Hah. Yes, alright- go ahead and take them."

He glances to Ruler, then back at everyone else, like he's just remembered something.

"—Lodging! Gracious, right- for those of you who don't have a place to stay, the church can arrange for suitable living quarters for all of you who need it. Although, I do know some of you have set up living situations for some of you. Haha. I won't come to fix the plumbing for you outside the church's living quarters. Outside of my job description! Ah- Aries and Ms. Förstner in particular, you two might benefit from a room at La Casa di Abbatangelo! ...Haha. Ahh... Anyways..."

Ruler is already getting ready to leave, her expression neutral yet annoyed. You all get up to gather your packages, and some of you may even take a peep to see the catalysts for yourself.

"Alriiiiight~! You can leave now and go summon your servants, haha. Ahh.... consider this an official truce, hmm? So, don't go killing each other for a few days at least! If you break the truce, Ruler will kill you!! Haha! Ahhhhhh... This is to ensure that everyone has their servant, and that, uh... that you're all ready, yes? As soon as the truce is done, you can all get started with this whole... nasty business of fighting for the grail! Hah. Go at your own pace... have fun... don't be safe! Or... whatever! At least go and get to know the people you're killing first... Ehehe. Have fun!"

And he waves one unnaturally elongated arm, looking more and more like an inflatable tube man by the minute...

Ruler rolls her eyes, as if she could ever be commanded by this man. She stops at the door as it swings open without her touching those heavy, rotten hinges. And she turns to speak to all of you.

“... I am Olga of Kiev, Ruler. I must reintroduce myself, for the words of that snake do my role no justice. I am unaffiliated with both your Association and with this- church.” She spits the last word out. “I am here only at the behest of the grail, to ensure this war is just and fair. Overstep your boundaries and I will end you. Play by the rules, and you will enjoy my oversight with no issue.”

She puts her aviators back on, and soon enough you hear the sound of the Harley rev through the air as she drives off to god knows where. Amedeo covers his mouth with a single hand to hide- a laugh, perhaps? And so... You are free to go. Unless you are one of those poor souls who has to negotiate with Amedeo for lodging.

You must hurry, though. The sun will soon begin to set... And your Servants all await within the Throne. For the Erroll Holy Grail War has officially begun.

#prologue

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