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layla4567 · 4 months
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Until the birds stop singing 🐦
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Young!Coriolanus!Snow x OC!Fem!reader
Summary: Soleil come from district 8, the textile district and she have been chosen for the hunger games. When she hear her name she hesitates whether to approach or not but since she have no other option she go up to the podium. What the girl don't know is that from the screen sapphire eyes are observing her carefully, wondering if she will be his tribute or not. Warnings: Everything is probably too inaccurate with the Hunger Games universe because I have no fucking idea what the movies are about, I've never seen them, sorry!-- I have a lifeguard complex so Coriolanus may not be such an asshole in this fic-- the typical "i can fix him" (no you can't)-- first time using an OC and not Y/N-- basically Soleil replaces Lucy--not proofread--english isn't my first language--injuries and blood--spoilers I think Wc: 4.6k
divider not mine, credits to whom it may apply (I don't remember the user, sorry)
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Coriolanus was with his body upright and tense in his seat, staring at the screen and trying to maintain a calm breathing. Next to him, Sejanus looked at him askance, but his classmate didn't return his gaze. It was an open secret that everyone was tense about the hunger games and knowing what tribute they would get, everyone wanted the prize and others needed it more than others. But Coriolanus would never admit it, he preferred to starve before saying that he needed money, he didn't want to compare himself with the poor of the district.
The screen showed people from different districts, all of them standing in rows according to their number. Some mentors had already been assigned his tribute except for Snow, he felt nervous and lightly rubbed his fingers on his thigh to calm the anxiety and stress. Suddenly the presenter put the microphone to his lips and uttered words that someone wished they didn't hear.
"From District 8, Soleil Allen!"
The young girl's blood turned cold as ice and she felt her breath hitch for a second. On the other hand, Coriolanus leaned in his chair, approaching the screen without being able to believe what he saw and heard. Soleil was behind a tall woman so the camera couldn't capture her.
"Come on Miss Allen, don't be shy and come closer"
She sighed deeply and with hesitant and trembling steps she moved away from the rows and slowly approached with almost ceremonial steps towards where the presenter was. People watched her pass as they watch a bull pass to the slaughterhouse. The closer she got, the slower her steps and the more distraught her face became. Her clothes drew attention wherever she went, you could clearly see that they were sewn by hand, for some reason she came from District 8. The camera focused on her worried face and on the screens Snow looked at her for a long time, she had soft and sweet features as a fairy, but her upward frown gave her the look of a scared puppy
When Soleil gently climbed the stairs her gaze went straight to the floor, scared and ashamed. She definitely didn't want to be there, she didn't want to be chosen, she was just unlucky.
"aww is the girl scared?"
A girl who was close to Coryo mocked Soleil, pretending to be compassionate, but her laugh sounded poisonous. Coriolanus looked at her frowning for a second and then turned his face to the screen swallowing nervously, if that girl was his tribute he would be doomed.
"Alright Soleil Allen do you have anything to say to the civilians or the camera? We are recording you right now!"
Soleil kept looking at the floor and wringing her hands like a little girl, some citizens laughed at her and others looked at her with pity. Suddenly she slowly raised her head and looked at the people and then at the camera. Coriolanus on the other side didn't know why but he felt that those eyes were looking only at him. Soleil's eyes showed regret and pain like those of a sheep in danger. Suddenly she approached the presenter and looking at him begged him.
"Please take care of my mother, she is alone…please"
The girl's request and the urgency in her voice caused the presenter's charming and bright smile to fall for a few seconds. Coryo through the screen frowned in confusion while he kept looking at her. Why would she ask for something like that? Doesn't she know that's not possible? Seriously, would she be so delusional to think that someone from here would care about someone from a district? Even Coryo knew that deep down he considered the people of the districts inferior, like animals. Around the room where young Snow was sitting there was also confusion.
"Uhmm well Miss Allen I'm afraid that won't be possible, but thank you for your suggestion!"
The look of sadness that the girl's eyes expressed caused something in Coryo, a certain discomfort that he couldn't identify but the situation bothered him and he didn't know if it was because of the girl's request or because of her reaction when it was rejected. The presenter smiled again as usual and some men took Soleil by both arms, dragging her like a sack of potatoes, she moaned fearfully and looked at the camera again as if she were looking for help, and again Coriolanus felt that she was asking him for help even though she didn't know him.
Young Snow remained still in his seat watching as the girl was taken away until she was just a blurry dot on the screen. The tributes continued to be announced but Coriolanus was not paying attention, his head was somewhere else, very far away. He couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened to his tribute, he didn't even seem to notice when they announced the tribute of his friend Sejanus. For the first time Coryo felt that the situation was slipping out of his hands. He who always felt prepared for any adversity now felt like he was losing control and the games hadn't even started yet. The room began to empty little by little and only Snow was left standing in the middle of the room with his gaze fixed on the already turned off screen, even so he could continue seeing Soleil as if it were on. Sighing, he slowly walked away with languid steps and went outside.
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Coriolanus Snow in his scarlet red uniform was standing in the middle of the train station alone. He had decided to receive the girl with a welcome and a white rose, a rose that he now held in his hand, turning it over thoughtfully and anxiously. After thinking about it for a while and analyzing what he had seen on the screen, he said that Soleil needed to trust someone and that someone was none other than his mentor. If he did not achieve this he risked losing the opportunity to win the Plinth Prize. Snow had to achieve a favorable and calm environment to calm the waters, she is probably scared and confused now so he will be her anchor, her lighthouse in the storm.
Meanwhile, Soleil was sitting on the floor of the train car with her knees bent up to chest height and her hands clasped in front of her legs. She had her chin buried in her knees and her gaze was empty and lost. She made great efforts not to cry, but she told herself that she was not weak or cowardly and that no matter how ugly things looked, she would always know how to find the light. Precious and sweet memories of just a few days ago came to her mind, she and her mother sewing dresses together singing happy songs of yesteryear. Or years ago when she was a girl of only 10 and her father was still alive and taught her to dance, but since she was very short she always ended up resting her feet on his while her father made her spin around until she burst into laughter. These memories were like a balm for her heart and she allowed herself to smile shyly. She looked around at the people next to her in the car, poor, dirty-looking men and women who were in almost the same situation. Their faces did not reflect any comfort or joy in all this that was happening. You couldn't even make friends because in the end in the arena it will be a pitched battle of all against all. And to be honest, even if it had been possible to establish some kind of friendly relationship with those people, she would not have been able to due to her introversion.
Suddenly a little girl looked at Soleil, at first shyly but then she smiled warmly and Soleil couldn't help but smile too. The girl approached her walking slowly due to the constant rattling of the train. When he was close enough he greeted Soleil.
"Hi!"
"Hey.."-She smiled, speaking softly.
"You're Soleil Allen right?"
"Yeah I am"
"My name is Wovey."
Now the little girl smiled with all her teeth, causing her eyes to narrow in a tender way. Soleil smiled more calmly, at least of all those people there was someone kind enough to introduce themselves.
"What a cute name"
Wovey seemed delighted and thanked him while bowing slightly.
"Why did you say about your mother?"
Soleil's smile faded little by little as she remembered her little "speech" and she became sad when she remembered her mother. The girl had a huge heart and great compassion and she couldn't think about anything other than that her mother was okay. Since her father left, the two of them had learned to be alone and take care of each other and Soleil couldn't imagine how empty her mother must feel now without her by her side.
"I- well...uhm.."
Soleil's eyes felt wet again and she looked away so they wouldn't see her crying, she hated crying in front of everyone. Wovey's face turned serious, fearing that he had made a mistake by asking that question.
"Come Wovey, leave her alone"
A man in a beret took the girl's hand and led her away from Soleil until he returned to her side and sat with the boy. As the train shook faster and faster, announcing that it was about to reach its destination
Young Snow grew impatient as he waited for the carriage and turned the rose faster and faster between his fingers. Suddenly a familiar beep woke him up from his daydreams and he saw the train loaded with passengers stopping right in front of his eyes. The young blonde tensed and adjusted the folds of his suit. A peacekeeper grabbed his hand on the car door and roughly slid it open. A few people got out, men and women of different ages. Coriolanus looked frantically around the train car hoping to find you. When I was beginning to lose hope, a somewhat short and thin girl with short brown hair down to her collarbones emerged from the car cautiously. She walked with slow but elegant steps, looking at everything around her in surprise as if she were on another planet. The peacekeeper snorted irritably and impatiently.
"Are you getting off the train or not? I don't have all day."
Soleil blushed embarrassed by the reprimand and nodded timidly. First he sat on the wagon and then jumped down, bending his legs and shaking his clothes. Coryo, who was a few meters away from her, noticed that she was even prettier in person than what the cameras showed. Her clothes seemed timeless, a shirt with long, puffy sleeves that left her shoulders exposed, a tight corset tied towards the front adorned her chest and highlighted her waist and hips, the flowered pattern looked like a rustic fabric. At the bottom she wore a long soft pink skirt that reached just above her knees and on her feet she wore simple brown boots. Yes, you could definitely tell that girl was pretty. Young Snow saw that the girl was looking everywhere lost trying to look for someone, when she was about to walk away he walked in her direction calling her.
"Soleil Allen, wait!"
The tribute turned around abruptly upon hearing her name and among the crowd of people she saw a mop of platinum blonde hair and beneath that hair the bluest eyes she had ever seen in her life. A tall boy dressed in red approached her confidently, pushing his way through the crowd. Who was that handsome and distinguished boy who had called his name? What did hers want? Despite being a girl who does not think badly of people, at first a small distrust settled deep inside her being.
Now the rose that Coriolanus was holding began to tremble slightly in his hand at the side of his body, he had made a little speeches about what he would say to his tribute but now when he had it in front of him and looked into her eyes he fell silent and his mind remained silent. in white. If he had the bluest and most crystalline eyes, she had the brownest eyes I had ever seen, almost the color of honey, or the golden sun when reflected in the water. And her thick, long eyelashes seemed to simply complete her look. He suddenly felt his palms sweat, and he wished she didn't notice.
"I'm Coriolanus Snow, welcome to the Capitol"
The boy raised his arm and brought the flower to her face. Soleil's face transformed completely, first she frowned in confusion and then her face relaxed until her lips formed a big smile. She inhaled the perfume of the rose with her eyes closed, even though it was not open, the smell was still sweet. Coriolanus seemed relieved that he liked the white rose and smiled softly as well. Soleil opened her eyes by gently batting her eyelashes and looked at the blonde boy.
"Thank you very much, it's beautiful"
Soleil tilted her head, still smiling, and lovingly massaged the petals of the fragile rose. Snow couldn't stop watching her movements, always delicate like those of a princess and smiled even more, something inside him tingled and for a moment he forgot what he really thought about the people of the districts. But he decided to suppress those thoughts and emotions that he didn't know where they came from and he didn't want to find out, the people of the districts were still inferior to him, this was just a gesture to gain the trust of his tribute… right?
"Umh maybe you don't know it but I'm your mentor, I'll help you win the hunger games"
"To win? and how exactly?"
"Well with strategies I guess, we'll see about that later"-He tried to look confident but quickly scratched his neck.
Soleil nodded when suddenly two uniformed men grabbed her by both arms, lifted her off the ground and took her away, leaving Coryo surprised and confused. She kicked and screamed while in the air without her feet touching the ground. In the midst of all the commotion she dropped the rose into her hands. Young Snow rushed to grab it and chased after the men.
"Stop! Don't take her, I'm her mentor!"
Other peacekeepers quickly did the same with the other tributes. They were dragged as if they were light as feathers and were pushed onto a garbage truck-like transport. Screams and commotion echoed in the air and deafened Coryo's ears but he followed your trail closely. He couldn't lose his last ticket to win the prize. At a time when the men dispersed to catch more tributes Coriolanus quickly climbed onto the truck and entered without hesitation. The doors closed and before he realized it he was already fully in the lion's den. Soleil was scared to see his mentor there, his bright clothes made him see a red ant in the middle of warm and dark colors. Soon the other tributes rose from their seats or the floor and looked at him with frowns. Soleil was afraid that they would do something to the blonde boy so before anyone else could move she approached him.
"Why did you get on the transport? You shouldn't be here!"-She said with a thin voice
"Well, I'm your mentor, I can't leave you alone…"
Coryo's gaze moved nervously around the place and became more uncomfortable when he saw that a robust guy was approaching dangerously towards him.
"And who is this clown?"
Young Snow was going to say something but Soleil quickly did it for him.
"He's my mentor, he's supposed to help me win the games."
After saying that, the girl quickly realized that she made a serious mistake. Now others will think she was cheating or something like that. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, wishing the earth would swallow her. The other tributes looked at her offended and murmurs of disapproval arose. The sturdy guy behind her moved even closer to Coriolanus and pushed Soleil away with his arm, which displeased the mentor.
"So the rich kid is going to help the 8 win huh? And what the fuck is going on with the rest of us?"
The man had Coryo cornered against the wall, yet he cleared his throat and did his best to maintain a calm attitude.
"I promise you that everyone will have a mentor who will help you"
The guy laughed sarcastically, looking at the others who also started laughing as if Coryo had made a great joke. Suddenly the robust man turned around to look at him, this time completely serious, and grabbed him by the lapels. Soleil, scared, put a hand on the boy's arm, trying to calm him down to no avail.
"Well, I think the pretty boy is lying."
Before anyone could say anything Coriolanus received a strong punch in the face, leaving his lip split and bloody. As if a spring had been activated in her system, Soleil shouted No! and with one jump he climbed onto the back of the man who had hit his mentor. She clung to him like a circus monkey and placed her hands on his head and eyes, preventing him from seeing or moving.
"Leave him alone!!"
The man turned and made great efforts to get the girl off of him but it was useless, she held on tightly as if her life depended on it. Coryo, recovering from the shock of the blow, looked at his tribute with amazement and some admiration. He began to think that maybe you weren't so weak and useless. Soon the other tributes approached helping their companion and trying to remove Soleil and without thinking it all turned into a small fight because Coriolanus separated the others as best he could so that they would not hurt his tribute.
Out of nowhere a strong shock like an earthquake caused everyone to fall to the ground with a thud. The transport was moving from left to right as if it were going to overturn and the people inside were pushed like potatoes towards the walls, causing several bruises. When everything seemed to get worse the door opened and everyone was thrown like garbage into a zoo. Soleil tried to grab onto something and reached for his mentor's hand, who was still clinging to the door, refusing to fall, but another jolt caused the tribute and mentor to fall silent, hitting rocks and scraping their hands as they passed. The fall was hard and the girl felt her palms burning and when she looked at them they were red and she had some cuts with blood.
Soleil felt the veins in her temples throbbing strongly and her face felt hot from the shock. Gasping and squeezing his eyes shut, she stood up slowly and unsteadily, trying to maintain her balance and figure out where she was. She shook the dust off her clothes and to her horror saw that they were locked in a kind of zoo with thick iron bars. Did they really see them as animals?
The girl with light brown, almost hazel eyes looked around at the other people who were with her. Some were still injured on the ground and were getting up as best they could or with the help of someone, but there was one thing in common, and that was that no one knew or understood why they were in that place. The young tribute looked everywhere for her mentor but gave up on that idea when she saw the girl from the train who had greeted her sitting on the floor crying with her injured knee. Soleil felt her heart sink and she didn't hesitate for a second and trotted towards where the little girl was.
"Hey, are you okay? I'm here."
Soleil carefully wiped away the tears that were rolling down Wovey's cheeks and tried to smile so that the girl would understand that everything was going to be okay…or so she hoped.
"That's it, that's better. Now, would you like to tell me where it hurts?"
Wovey with a pout pointed a little finger at her knee. Soleil moved the fabric of her skirt and saw the bruised skin. It was scratched and red and bleeding a little. She quickly tore a piece of the hem of her skirt and gently cleaned Wovey's wounds. She then improvised a bandage by wrapping the cloth around the knee. At all this Coriolanus found her tribute first after looking and searching everywhere, he saw her crouching helping the girl on the train and tried with all his might to suppress a smile but he couldn't. He decided not to get closer but watched her from afar.
"There, this should be enough."
Wovey looked at her bandaged knee and could smile, Soleil saw her finished work with satisfaction and pride. It wasn't the best bandage but at least it would help prevent the wound from opening further. The girl smiled warmly at Wovey and stroked her chin.
"I wanted to see that smile, you are very brave, you know that?"
The little girl giggled in response, which infected Soleil. Suddenly a clearing of the throat behind her surprised her and she turned around to see blue eyes looking down at her in amusement. She stood up quickly happy to see her mentor but then her smile faded when she saw Coryo's busted lip, she remembered the brute man who had hit him and frowned. Coriolanus noticed that she was looking too closely at his lips and became nervous.
"What's wrong?"
Soleil did not respond and instead placed her hands on the sides of Coryo's face and moved closer to get a better look at the wound. His first instinct was to back away but he suppressed it.
"Your lip is bleeding"-she said running her thumb slowly over the cut to which he grimaced-"I'll see if I can heal it…"
The tribute grabbed her skirt again and was about to tear the fabric when Coriolanus's firm hand stopped her.
"No! You don't need to ruin your clothes for me, besides it doesn't hurt that much"-he lied
She was going to protest but a grimace of pain prevented her. Suddenly a burning sensation in her hands reminded her that she was hurt. She looked at her palms that were red and full of dirt. Frowning in concern, Snow pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and offered to clean her hands. Coryo's eyes were on her hands but Soleil only saw his eyes. When he finished he looked up smiling satisfied and she looked down embarrassed not wanting to be caught looking at him.
"Thanks…"-she mumbled
"No problem"
Suddenly he remembered something and raised his index finger in a sign of waiting and took out of his jacket pocket the rose that had fallen earlier at the station. It was a little crushed but still just as beautiful. He looked at Soleil and gently placed it behind her ear. Her honey eyes pierced his ocean blue ones. She thought he was just being nice and wanted to gain her trust because he was her mentor and she was supposed to help him win the prize and in turn he was supposed to help her win the games. But still she couldn't help but feel a flutter in her stomach.
The sound of a microphone startled them both. A man was talking to a camera held by another man. The one holding the microphone seemed excited to broadcast live what was happening on the other side of the bars, as if the tributes were aliens who had just landed on earth. Soleil didn't like all this at all, she felt helpless and vulnerable and instinctively sought the protection of her mentor as if it were her father. She wrapped herself in his arm and clung to him like a little girl. Coriolanus Snow frowned in surprise and confusion but then he saw her scared face and placed a hand on the back of her.
The presenter was still talking to the camera when he turned around and saw Coryo. It was so easy to spot him, his clothes bright red not only because of the color but because he dressed more elegantly than the other people there.
"Excuse me, little boy, yes, yes, the blonde in red. What are you doing here young man and what is your name?"
The camera got dangerously close to Coryo who began to sweat and stutter slightly. He looked for help in his tribute's eyes but she was as mute as he was. Coryo cleared his throat and simply said
"I'm Coriolanus Snow but why don't I introduce you to my tribute, instead?"
The blonde boy pointed at Soleil with one hand and invited her to come closer to the camera. She looked at him scared but he winked at her. He knew this was the best way to start winning over the public.
"Excellent, excellent!"-exclaimed the man enthusiastically
And quickly he brought the microphone as close as the bars would allow to the girl's face.
"Tell me, you're Soleil Allen, right? The one from District 8."
Soleil swallowed and, trying not to look at the camera, answered.
"Y-yeah, it's me"
Coriolanus squeezed her arm to give her courage and to make a good impression and she thanked him with a smile.
"Oh, but what do I see here! Is that a rose you're wearing behind your ear?"
The girl blushed and quickly took off the flower and squeezed it in her hand. The man with the microphone seemed happy with the nervous gesture of the tribute.
"Oh ho ho and may I know who gave you that rose? Was it your mentor?"-he winked mischievously
Mentor and tribute were getting nervous when some children of 5 to 6 years old approached the bars to say hello, they were like angels sent from heaven to save them from the embarrassing situation. The girl approached and placed her hands on the bars.
"You're pretty"-she said to Soleil in a childish voice
Soleil Allen crouched down to the little girl's height and smiled with all her teeth.
"Thank you sweetie, so you are"
Coryo looked proudly at his tribute, with her natural charm and genuine kindness she was winning over the crowd even before the games began. The girl ran her fingers through the tribute's blouse.
"I like your clothes"
"Oh really? I made it"
The presenter looked at the camera again, smiling like never before.
"What do you think of that? Soleil Allen, the girl from 8, is tenderly earning the trust of two little children!"
Soleil looked at the boy who had his hands in his pockets.
"What's your name?"
He hesitated before answering. "I'm Pontius"
"And I'm Venus, his sister!"
"What beautiful names"-she smiled
Pontius looked at Coryo for a long time and then said innocently
"Your girlfriend is pretty"
Soleil opened her eyes and blushed as she looked at the boy. Coriolanus just smiled
"Thank you"
Soleil looked at him confused and he smiled calmly again. The presenter kept talking to the camera.
"Very well we will continue to report on the other tributes later, don't miss the 10th annual Hunger Games!"
With this the man said goodbye and left the zoo. While a peacekeeper led Coriolanus by the arm. Soleil, worried about being alone, clung to her mentor's hand. It was becoming a tug-of-war when another peacekeeper abruptly removed Soleil's hand and pushed the girl aside. Snow wanted to protest but they mercilessly dragged him out of the zoo. Soleil quickly approached the bars and gripped her hands on them as she stuck her head out through a gap.
"Will you come back? Promise!"
"I promise you"
Coriolanus's cry echoed as they took him away and Soleil felt emptier than ever, even more than when she had to leave her mother alone at home.
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urdepressedslut · 11 months
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✰ All I Know ✰ (Series Masterlist)
✰ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC/The Winter Soldier x OC
✰ Series Summary: Takes place right after the end of Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Bucky hides out in Bucharest. Without being controlled by HYDRA, he starts to receive flickers of memories. Who is this girl he keeps remembering?
✰ Series Warnings: dark themes, angst, trauma, torture, self harm, PTSD, panic attacks
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS STORY | 18+
(SERIES ONGOING)
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Chapter One
→ Bucky decides he’s going to run, leaving Steve on the shore of the river. Meanwhile, you get a glimpse at how this girl lives in the clutches of HYDRA.
Chapter Two
→ Time has passed and the girl is still alone, haven’t seen anyone is so long. Even more time passes, and Bucky is starting to remember more. Most importantly he remembers a quiet girl from his time in HYDRA.
Chapter Three
→ Bucky and the girl from his memory finally meet, him finding her broken and confused. He has to find out who she is, and why she’s still here in the abandoned HYDRA facility.
Chapter Four
→ Bucky brings the girl back to his place with caution. He doesn't understand why, but he feels protective over her. He continues to learn about her, and help her find out who she is considering she has little memory of anything.
Chapter Five
→ Problems arise when Bucky over hears the girl mumble something in her sleep. There's something off about her.
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wynterjai · 1 year
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He’s Mine (1)
18+ MDI! masterlist
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(takes place after the movie) summary: All has been peaceful with the Sully’s and the Metkayina clan. However Jakes adopted little sister is noticing her dreams involving a certain ‘dead’ colonel is more then what meets the eye.
warnings: cursing, mentions of death, manhandling, +10age-gap, smut, oc female main character, mates, forbidden love, angst, consenting adults.
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Awa’atlu, 2178
“You okay darlin”?
I starred at the man with deep thought, I kept having the same recurring dream of him everyday, way too often.
Quadritvh Miles.
He wore his usual navy uniform pants with his black blazer and boots to match. His dog tags dangled in my face as I looked up to him. This man…
As often as I had these…dreams. I could never tell Jake he would be worried sick and immediately send me to the Tsahìk. And I have no desire for my mind to be picked at right now simply because of dreams. That’s all they were, just dreams. I noticed he was still looking at me waiting for an answer. Dammit why did he have to look at me like that. As messed up of a person that he was, I always found him quiet attractive. Very very attractive.
Even before he was turned into an Avatar, when he was still human and Jake was still working for them. He was quiete handsome from afar then, but his avatar form brought him into a different light.
I’ve never spoken with the man besides from what Jake has told me and what I’d witness when I was also human, but I knew one thing he was definitely a bad man.
He helped cause genoicide with the RDA for a unjust cause, and personally came after Jake and our family. But he was dead now, so these dreams were just dreams. Nothing more..
Deep in my own thoughts, a pair of fingers snapped in front of me out of my trance. I starred into those yellow hazel eyes in a trance.
“Sorry, I was just thinking”, I rubbed the side of my arm as I put a little distance between us.
He frowned deepened more at my distance. Grabbing me by my arm, and lifting my chin in his hands. He pulled my face closer to his. His breath tickling my lips, I licked them on instinct as he inched closer to my face. He chuckled with a smile smile gracing his face. His eyes following my lips, “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours sweetness”?
I slightly turned my head away from his lips not wanting to dig into my own desires for a dead man anymore then I have.
“Why do I keep dreaming of you, I can’t get you out of my head”.
It felt like more of a statement then a question. I knew why I couldn’t let him go. I was obsessed with him. His body, his scent, his voice, I couldn’t get enough. Maybe I should see the Tsahìk Ronal, but maybe I won’t let Jake know. He has enough on his plate as it his helping Toowari when he can and the rest of the clan.
Twisting my face back towards him, his lips grazing over mine with a small lick of wet his tongue. Whining when he pulled away, he held me still as he looked into my eyes.
“You and me both know suga. But I don’t wanna give up seeing this pretty face every time I fall asleep”.
I cocked my head to the side looking at him in confusion, huh? What, this is just a vivid dream. A very wet vivid dream of a man I simply can’t get out of my mind.
He chuckled looking down at my squished face in his hands. Pressing his lips down unto me, he purred when I submissively opened my mouth as he tongue fought with mine.
As one of his hands slithered down the back of my neck to my ass I moaned as I was jolted awake with loud chatter outside my hut.
I rubbed my eyes looking around my empty hut as the sun shown through my thick beaded curtains. Sitting up I listened as the waves and the beat of the drum was heard from afar. The chatter I hear amongst the village from my mauri only meant one thing, it was time to eat. Most of it was for the young ones, to learn more under supervision under there elders. The love and tenderness we have as one, but it was still nice to join under one unit. Especially after a good hunt to celebrate with in the morning. I was closet to the edge of the village near the ocean next to Jake’s hut, seeing how I was the only sister of the ‘retired’ Toruk Makto. The savior, the Rider of the Last Shadow, Jake Sully, the man who rode the great toruk. Jake has and always will be super protective of me since our brother Tom passed. Seeing how I was his only family left , we stuck together like glue.
Jake and I have never been biological kin, but if any one were to tell Jake otherwise he’d threaten to kill him. I loved Jake as any little sister would love there older brother, but he could be tiring sometimes.
Like when he was called to take our late brothers place here at Pandora, he basically forced me to tag along with him regardless of the life I had there. He begged me to come along, not wanting to leave me on Earth alone. In the long run, it was all worth it. He had a beautiful family that I adored and I finally got the nieces and nephews I always wanted. Not long after the first war with the RDA, I was given my own avatar body and was accepted into the clan through Ewya with the help of Omatikaya clan.
Neytiri was so understanding and a sister I always craved for growing up. She was a caring mate for Jake, and loved her children dearly. When they needed time alone for date nights, I was always on board to watch the kids for them. But they tended to want to be with there friends of the Aonung, and Tsireya. Which was more often then not, being around the kids brought me simple happiness to be around my family. I always thought of them as my own. Even Miles when he joined our family officially, I treated him as my own as well. I loved them dearly.
But there was still this feeling of regret that leaned on me from time to time. I’ve been here for more then 5 years and I still haven’t mustered up the courage to find myself a suitable muntxa and connect tsaheylu under the Tree of Voices. I stretched my limbs as I sat up. I had to start my chores soon after the feast this morning. But to me as time passed by they seem more like activities. Living here since the battle has been nothing but peace, the kids are fitting in with the others more then ever now. And the clan welcomes us wholeheartedly. But I always feel like there’s something missing.
Sitting up I dressed my self in my beaded garbs, much like Tsireya mine was more feathered and had more teal shells and they hung together tightly. I fluffed my short locs as they hung carelessly around my face, they weren’t as long as Jake’s yet. I stuck my tongue out in jealousy of my brothers long hair, beside my braid.
All ready to go I pulled my beads aside to be in my home as a rush of children ran past me to the middle of the beach where everyone gathered around one another for the feast. Giggling at the children hungry antics, I walked along the bouncy mat to join the clan. Spotting Neytiri and the kids I walked her giving her a big hug from behind and a kiss on her temple.
“My favorite sister. I see you”.
She smile nodding my towards me as I sat besides her. I looked around for my nieces and nephews, only to met with my little Tuk who sat perched next to her mother. She smiled waving at me as I sat next to them.
“And I see you Luna. How did you sleep”?
I shifted next to her, I have been telling her I’ve been having ‘nightmares’ lately, but knowing that if I say too much to her beside that she will definitely tell Jake if it worries her. It’s best to keep it to myself til then. Adverting her eyes from catching my lie, “I slept like a wee baby”.
She only nodded as she pointed out to Tuk to stop picking at her fish. Releasing the breath I didn’t realize I was holding, I stood to go pick out the varieties of food in line for the clan.
Piling a few fish and seaweed on my leaf I saw Jake and Tonowari talking to one another from the corner of my eye closer to the huts next to the Forrest, not to far from the rest of the clan. I rolled my eyes knowing whatever it was had something to do with what we could do more of, who could pull more weight, or possibly training sessions with the young warriors to be.
But as I walked back to my seat through the pool of people closer towards Neytiri and Tuk, I heard my name whisper from Jakes lips. Trying not to stop so suddenly in my tracks, I walked around the huts trying not to draw to much attention to myself. Drawing close as I could to the two I leaned in to hear what I could.
Tonowari spoke softly, “There’s been patrols around the border, and they say they’ve been getting disturbances around the East…”. I rolled my eyes, as I thought just training and patrols. I was probably just hearing things. As I tip toed to leave, I crunched on a pile of leaves. Shit!
Thinking about hauling as quick as I could but was quickly met with my brother looming behind me over my figure. Completely forgetting about the pile of food in my hand, I held it out to him.
“Hi Jake.. I brought you some food”.
He rolled his eyes, “She you did kid. What are you doing back here Luna”? Dammit, I could never pull one past him! I looked at him and sighed, deciding to fess up.
“I thought I heard you say my name..so I was just acting out of curiosity”. He nodded understanding, “Your right, you did hear your name. I was speaking highly of you to Tonowari. We were speaking of perhaps paring you with a potential mate. You probably met him already, he’s one of our strongest men in the clan, Jiaua”.
Tilting my head to the side, I eyed my brother up and down. He grew in statue and status, but to me he was still just my big brother. Trying to hold my food still in my hands, I doubled over in laughter. Tears coming to my eyes, “Jake, your too funny. An arrangement? To Jiaua?”.
Standing with his arms crossed he looked at me not not a smile on his face, not laughing. Straightening up I looked at him, my laughter dying immediately. He was serious? The same man who wouldn’t let me date when I was 16 ??!
“Jake are you shitting me ?! I’m 24 I can choose my own mate, I don’t need your help okay!”. Stating that, I begin to stomp away only to be pulled back by my arm by Jake causing me to drop my leaf of food. I frowned at the waste, looking back at Jake with hurt eyes.
He groaned, looking back at Tonowari for a minute alone. He nodded to us as he made his way to his family and the rest of the clan on the beach. Jake swiftly pulled me to the family’s shared hut closing the beaded doors behind us. He sat amongst the middle along the bedded mats gesturing for me to sit next to him. I hesitated but sat next to him still clearly upset.
He grabbed my hand gently, something he did when he was just worried. “Please just hear me out Luna, I’m worried about you. And you need a strong mate to protect you, I won’t be here forever. I mean I will, if he ever does anything. But I want someone who will worship the ground you walk on, what Neytiri and I have. I want that for you”.
I grabbed his hand clasping his in mine, looking in his eyes I knew he meant well. But that was a huge load to drop on someone.
“Jake I know you want the best for me but I’m grown enough to make my own decisions. And I’m sure Jiaua will want to choose his own mate as well. And you owe me another plate of food”. Smiling at seeing him laugh, he pulled me into a hug kissing the top of my head.
“We’ll talk more about it. And Jiaua is nothing but honored to take you as his mate from what he tells us. And grab your own plate kid”. He laughed at the look on my face as he stood up straightening his gear as he made his way back to the beach.
‘That prick’, laughing I stood up my hand lingered on my lips thinking of him. Jiaua was honored to be my mate, why? Was he always paying attention to me. And I never noticed? I knew Miles wasn’t real. But I can never get him out of my head, could never not think of him sometimes those dreams felt so real. And it left me shaking some nights when I wake. He wasn’t real, but touching my lips makes me think of his lingering lips chasing mine.
I have to see the Tsahìk.
Standing outside if Ronal and Tonowari hut, I pulled back the beaded door to see her grinding medicines in a bowl. Looking around I notice it was just her self and her babe. He took after herself, his features evident of his mothers then Tonowari’s.
“I see you Tsahìk Ronal”, bowing slightly.
“I see you Luna Sully”, she nodded to me gently.
I breathed out nervously, “You are the Tsahìk. This has concerned me for weeks now, I am dreaming of a man in my past who won’t leave my mind”.
Stopping what she was doing Ronal reached for me to take a seat next to her. Reaching out to her I took her hand as I sat down. Feeling my gut and my back she reached down my braid feeling it. Taking a needle a licking my blood as quick as she picked me. She starred at me with big eyes of surprise.
“Ewya has given you something beautiful child. You’ve a soulmate, someone Ewya has personally picked for you”.
I starred at her in shock, “That’s not possible he’s dead”.
She looked at me unfazed, “He is not dead. Your soul is crying out to him and he yours, that’s why your always seeing him. Until now? I’m not sure. But I would find him soon if I were you, especially come your next heat might be unbearable if he’s not there to help you”.
“I’ve been fine by myself since then why is it a problem now”?
She rolled her eyes, tired of me for questioning fate but she understanding that I had questions, “ These dreams have been vivid ? And I’m sure you’d took advantage of that, have you not ?”.
I blushed nodding yes looking everywhere but her, “ Well if that’s true then he will definitely need you this heat cycle and not in a dream. Ewya has given you something not many know the feeling of, it can be hard to face but the connection is fated and not questioned. Find him, I’m sure your brother will help”.
I shook my head! If he’s alive, Jake will most definitely kill him.
“Jake will want to kill him Ronal”!
Her eyes shook no with her hands as she shushed my words, “Your brother kills or harms him also comes to you. And your brother loves you Luna, you will be fine I’m sure. It’s Ewya way, she has decided”.
I nodded my head bowing slightly as I stood thanking Ronal for her help. As I stood up to leave the hut I pulled back the beaded door to step out.
I made my way back to my hut, no longer hungry at the lost of appetite of sour news. Finding my mate was supposed to be a beautiful thing.
No arrangements!
First Jake now Ewya has basically doomed me to die from a man who caused nothing but trouble for my family, for the clans. Mated to a man I have only lusted over in my dreams to be my chosen soulmate. I pulled myself in my furs on my mat curling up around my figure, as I slightly cried to sleep.
author note: Thanks for the love in my previous post. 🫶🏾
tags: @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed , @perseny , @mechformers
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jusstya · 3 months
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❪ ៸៸ EDITS FOR CAST ▌MY FANFIC ✰ EUDAIMONIA • tuffnut thorston x mildred of sulmoco ❫
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gracelyngrausamkeit · 3 months
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Here's a colored version of an Ann sketch I randomly decided to finish yesterday. Since she is one of the main characters in the project I am working on, I will need to draw her a lot more and maybe do a reference sheet.
In addition, I experimented a bit with colored lineart. Still not sure about it, I am so used to crisp black lineart that putting color on it just… doesn't feel "me." In any case, I will prolly have to buckle up and draw more once we hit 2024.
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clonemedickix · 4 months
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Cerra Killian. Maree the Archivist.
Meet OCs Cerra Killian and Maree, property of @dystopicjumpsuit
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lizzy-redheart · 4 months
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The true colors potion - Chapter 1 - springrose44 - Trolls (DreamWorks Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
Rating:
General Audiences
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories:
F/M , Gen
Fandoms:
Trolls (DreamWorks Movies)Trolls - Fandom
Relationships:
Branch/Poppy (Trolls)Branch & Poppy (Trolls)Branch & Creek (Trolls)Branch & Grandma Rosiepuff (Trolls)Branch & King Peppy (Trolls)Branch & The Snack Pack (Trolls)Poppy & The Snack Pack (Trolls)King Peppy & Poppy (Trolls)
Characters:
Branch (Trolls)Grandma Rosiepuff (Trolls)Poppy (Trolls)King Peppy (Trolls)Biggie (Trolls)Smidge (Trolls)Creek (Trolls)Guy DiamondDJ Suki (Trolls)Satin (Trolls)Chenille (Trolls)Original CharactersFuzzbert (Trolls)Cooper (Trolls)Original Male Character(s)Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags:
Grey Branch (Trolls)Branch Needs a Hug (Trolls)Alternate UniverseRomanceSlow RomanceCharacter DeathSecretsPotionsFamily SecretsMinor Original Character(s)Background Character DeathAlternate Universe - Canon Divergence.
Summary:
After losing his colors due to grandma death branch trun to temporarily solution to solve his gray situation problem he make a potion that will let him have his true colors for about 12 hours before the effects of the potion wear off so branch detriment that none of the trolls know that he truned gray drinks this potion daily as well as he have a supply of this magic potion so he can never run out .
What if branch had a close family friend to some how look after him after his grandma death ? & what if that family friend knows of branch secret ?
Poppy have a feeling that this shy , akwakard teal blue troll isn't what he seems she have a feeling that he's hiding a big secret from all the trolls and poppy is so determined to find out what it is
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zelda-cooper · 20 days
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HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY!!!!
Sorry I didn't make a more detailed drawing, but that's what we have today. I wanted to do more of my OCs or even Canon characters, but I'm a little lazy (the bad thing for every artist), so here goes my killer baby Vanessa/Silk Touch. I hope you enjoyed! ^^💛
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theimmortalprince · 1 month
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Okay okay, so I have a fic ready. It is not Varadeva. It is Oc female, assasin and future king Deva and brief cameo of Ram and Seetha from RRR. It is short and I don't know what I was thinking, but would you want to read it?
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gracecelestial · 1 year
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💥 Do not mess with her 💥 Commission for @bontimjim Thank you very much for your support ❤️❤️❤️
She is a very dangerous beauty ✨✨❤️
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emilee1421 · 3 months
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@typical-simplelove
Merry Christmas @typical-simplelove!! This is your secret Santa gift and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed creating it!!
Paris, France - Christmas Eve 1945
The tires of the taxi splashed through the snow and slush as the driver navigated the busy streets of Paris. Despite the late hour, the streets were still bustling with people hurrying between the decorated shops and enjoying the holiday season. There was plenty to celebrate this year now that the war was finally over and life was returning to normal.
Speirs stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket and tried to roll some of the nervous tension out of his shoulders. His fingers found the folded paper in his pocket, soft around the edges from being folded and unfolded over and over.
‘17 Rue De Saint Germain, Apt. 4’ the single line of neatly typed words was etched into his memory from the time the secretary had handed him the paper at the regiment offices in London.
He finally had an address.
Her ‘last known address’ as the secretary had put it. If nothing else it was a start. He made a promise to her and he would search the world over to keep it.
The snow started falling heavier as they drove. The flakes fell like feathers from the sky, adding a fresh sparkling layer to the rooftops and streets. It was picturesque; Christmas Eve in Paris. But he couldn't enjoy the scenery because of the tangle of nerves that tightened in his chest with each passing minute. As the taxi continued toward his destination, he let his thoughts wander back to the night that had changed everything between them.
Mourmelon-le-Grand, France - December 1944.
His heart hammered in his chest as he made his way to Battalion CP as fast as he could without breaking into a run.
He was getting ahead of himself. He was sure this would all be for nothing. Liebgott didn't know what the hell he was talking about, he must have misheard the name or it was just a sick coincidence.
Then again, how many Serena Arringtons from Boston were there?
He willed his breathing to stay steady and swallowed down the lump of dread that had been threatening to choke him since Heffron and Liebgott had come back from patrol telling everyone about the woman they found on the road just outside the city.
‘Serena Arrington. An SOE agent from Boston, or so she says.’ Liebgott’s voice played over and over in his head as he reached the CP.
He bounded up the stairs, shouldering past the men milling in the hall and carrying papers between the makeshift offices.
The door at the end of the hall swung open. Nixon and Winters filed out after Colonel Sink, discussing something in hushed voices before Sink tucked what looked to be a map into his jacket pocket and hurried off toward his office.
Spiers stepped aside to let him pass with a salute.
“Lieutenant Speirs” Nixon addressed him, stopping with Winters in the hall.
Speirs swallowed hard, his throat felt like sandpaper. “Sir, Heffron and Liebgott claim they found someone on their patrol and brought them to you. Name sounded familiar so I wanted to see if I could help out.”
Nixon quirked a dark brow. “That’s right. An American. Said her name was Serena Arrington.”
Speirs felt the blood drain from his face. It must have shown judging by the inquisitive look on Nix’s face. “You know this woman, Lieutenant?
”Yes sir.” He forced the words past the bile that crept up his throat. What the hell was she doing here?
“She’s over at the aid station now with Doc…”
He turned and strode down the hall before Nixon could even finish.
He frantically scanned the faces in the aid station until he caught sight of familiar golden blonde hair. She stood out in stark contrast from the men in her delicate white blouse and skirt. But he knew he could have picked her out from any crowd; an undeniable magnetism between them.
He moved across the room, heart pounding in his ears, until he was only a few steps from her.
She sat stock still in a chair, her eyes squeezed shut as Doc Roe carefully stitched a wound on her shoulder. He felt like the air had been punched out of him as he stopped and took in the sight of her. Bloodied and a little worse for the wear but somehow just as beautiful as the last night he’d spent with her.
“Serena,” he rasped.
Her jade eyes snapped open, her breath visibly catching in her chest as she met his gaze and sat forward on impulse.
“Easy, almost done here.” Doc Roe soothed. But Roe’s calming words were drowned out by the timbre of Spier’s voice, closer now.
“Serena?” he rumbled again, studying her green eyes that, not so long ago, held his entire universe.
Doc Roe followed her gaze as he looked up at Ron.
“You know Lieutenant Speirs?” Roe questioned, trying his best to keep track of what the hell was going on.
The silence languished between them as he held her bewildered gaze; searching for something, anything to say to her. But nothing he thought of felt right in the moment.
She was here. In France. At the edge of the allied advance into occupied territory. How the hell-
“Ron is a friend from back home, in Boston” Serena finally answered, shattering the spell between them and facing Roe with a tired smile.
A friend. The word sounded hollow and wrong. Though he wasn’t entirely sure what he would call them now.
They had danced around their feelings for one another for so long, tangled them into such an inextricable knot, that there was no way to know how the other truly felt. He had been her brother’s best friend since grammar school but his and Serena’s relationship had bloomed over the years into something neither of them could ignore.
They’d acted on that undeniable magnetic force between them a few times but left so much unsaid with the naive hope that things would just work out. By the time he acknowledged the depth of his feelings for Serena, it was too late. Harrison Carmichael always had his eye on her and he’d finally charmed her into a date over two years ago.
And then the war happened.
The last he’d heard, Carmichael had proposed. Speirs looked to her left hand, something fluttering behind his ribs when he didn’t see a ring.
She looked up again at his familiar umber eyes as Doc. Roe finished up with her shoulder. She studied the creases that formed at the corners, infinitesimally deeper than when she’d last seen them. Something haunted and pained dulled the rich brown; something that was never there before the war.
It was disorienting. Any change at all to the face she knew better than her own reflection seemed impossible. It dredged up the reality of how much time had passed since they last saw one another; How they had both changed.
Ron cleared his throat, realizing he’d been staring. Again.
“I’ll show you to a room in the billets, I’m sure you could use some rest after …” he tailed off as the thought of how she’d ended up here turned his stomach.
She nodded in response and thanked Roe as she pulled her blouse back over her now bandaged shoulder. Speirs shrugged off his thick jacket to drape over her shoulders. His warmth and woodsy scent surrounded her in the jacket. She pulled the collar tighter around her and let Ron lead her out of the aid station with a steady, solid hand on the small of her back.
He leaned his back against the building that served at the billet for Easy Company, shifting close but not close enough to touch her injured arm.
She pulled a small silver flask from the pocket of her dress. She took a sip then handed it to him.
He took a drink, wincing at the vicious burn that settled into a dull warmth in his stomach.
“Jesus” he huffed, handing the flask back.
“Couldn’t find any good bourbon out here.” She laughed, taking another long sip before leaning her head back against the rough bricks.
He huffed a laugh, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep inhale to settle the edginess he felt at seeing here.
Her eyes slipped closed for a moment and he took the opportunity to look her over. Really look at her.
Her brow seemed permanently creased with concern, a fading bruise colored her left cheekbone and her plush bottom lip was split at the corner. It turned the warm burn of the liquor into a roiling, sick heat.
So many questions burned like embers, stoked up into a blaze by the protective instinct that always seemed to take over when he was around Serena.
“How are you here, Serena? What the hell happened?” He blurted, his fingers itching to pull her close and keep her there.
She stared unseeing into the dark, flinching slightly from his tone. She took another pull from the flask and swallowed hard. “What all did they tell you?”
“Said you were working for the SOE.” Speirs replied.
“Shortly after you left for basic training, I decided I wanted to do my part too. I was selected for the SOE along with a few others from my unit. I was in London for a while before my work brought me here to…” her voice trailed off and she took another drink from the flask.
“What happened?” He asked again, gentler this time as he watched her spine go rigid and her gaze drift up to the inky night sky.
“Please don’t ask me that.” Her voice was a strangled whisper.
A few beats of unbearable silence passed between them.
“Well, Whatever it was, you’re safe now.” The need to comfort her coiled itself tighter within him.
Serena huffed a humorless laugh. “You know what they say Ron, never trust a survivor until you find out what they did to survive.”
“Can’t be any worse than the things I’ve done.” He replied flatly.
“No. No, I don’t believe that.” She replied resolutely, turning to look at him with that penetrating gaze that both infuriated him and mesmerized him.
“What if it’s true?” He murmured, glancing over at her and half expecting to see the now familiar edge of fear or wariness he saw when others here looked at him.
But she looked at him with deep consideration like she was the only one who really saw him.
“I know it isn’t true. Because I know that who we are and who we have to be to survive this can be two very different people.”
He hated the way those words sounded coming from her. Hated the way the warmth in her eyes dimmed, like a cloud passing in front of the sun. Hated that she understood that feeling that gnawed and twisted in his chest every single day. She may not have jumped into Normandy with him, but she was fighting this war all the same. She knew all too well the indelible marks that war left on a person.
Despite the weight of it all, there was no pity or disgust or fear in those jade eyes as they watched him, only a deep, quiet understanding that soothed him to his soul.
Her cold fingers laced between his, her thumb tracing softly over the rough skin of his knuckles. He released a shuddered breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding. He missed her touch so much it physically pained him.
Silence settled between them again as another question burned through him until he couldn’t contain it any longer.
“How’s Harrison? He ever enlist?” Speirs asked, forcing a casual coolness in his voice even as he triple checked her left hand to make sure the ring really wasn't there.
“Probably still working for his father if I had to guess. I haven’t spoken to him in a year, not since we ended the engagement.”
He couldn’t help the rush of selfish relief as she confirmed his suspicion that they weren’t together. He watched her closely, waiting for sadness, or even anger to show in her expression, but it never came.
“Never liked him much anyway.” Spiers murmured, watching the cigarette smoke twist and writhe in the night air as he tried to hide his smug satisfaction.
“You don’t like anything enough for that to be a fair test.” Serena smirked, bumping him playfully with her good shoulder.
God, He’d missed this. Missed the simple intimacy that could only come from someone who’d known you for your entire life.
He missed her. Desperately.
“He’s a fool to let you go.” He muttered, taking another long drag of his cigarette to try and dislodge the weight of guilt that settled in his gut. He’d been a fool too.
“I guess it was really me who let him go.” She mused.
His heart stuttered against his ribs.
“I couldn’t love him, not like he deserved…because I never stopped loving someone else.”
Her cold fingers laced between his, her thumb tracing softly over the rough skin of his knuckles. He released a shuddered breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding. He missed her touch so good, it bordered on pain.
Her eyes lifted to his and the unmistakable plea smoldered in her gaze. “I never stopped.”
The gravity of her words slammed into him like a mortar blast as he held her gaze in stunned silence.
Then without any warning or pretense, or even considering the consequences, he kissed her.
He kissed her until they were both breathless, making up for all the times it should have been him kissing her; for all the times they may never have.
The thought alone was a punch to the gut.
Speirs hadn’t let himself consider the prospect of tomorrow since they’d landed in Normandy. He accepted that he was already a dead man and dwelling on tomorrow was a damn waste of time when you probably wouldn’t even survive the next hour.
He wasn’t leaving anything unsaid this time, not when this could be the only time they would have.
He felt her body melt into his touch and for a brilliant moment every doubt and worry dissolved with the caress of their lips and the warmth of her body against his. He let his body tell her more than his words ever could.
He threaded his fingers into her golden strands and held her there for what could have been hours before he finally broke the kiss. He lifted her to her feet, careful of her injured arm, and led her into the billet.
As soon as the door shut he reached down to cup Serena’s face in both his hands. Speirs tilted her chin up and kissed her hard, feeling her body relax fully into him.
He traced his thumb over her plush bottom lip, savoring the softness of that familiar perfectly bowed pout. Something snapped into place between them at that moment, all the hesitation of the last several years dissolving away as his tongue slid delicately over the seam of Serena’s lips. She kissed back, sucking his bottom lip and nipping it just hard enough to send a thrill of pain and pleasure down his spine. Speirs’ fingers found the hair at the base of her neck, gripping tightly to hold her head back, exposing the elegant curve of her throat.
Serena was breathless, completely lost to the tugging fingers tangled in her hair and the press of warm lips to the column of her throat as pleasure and anticipation coursed through her veins,
“I love you, Serena.” He whispered in her ear, his breath caressing the sensitive skin of her neck. “I think I’ve loved you since that summer you turned 15.”
She pulled back, looking up at him with wide, searching eyes.
“That’s the first time you’ve ever said it.”
His brows knit together as he thought back to all the times it had been right there on the tip of his tongue, so obvious in the way his whole being lit up when she was around. But he never dared to give that feeling a name until now.
A lazy smile curved Serena’s lips and she leaned in close to him. “Say it again.”
“I love you, Serena.” He rumbled.
“I love you too.” She sighed as he captured her lips in another searing kiss.
Speirs guided her to the far side of the bed, insisting that he sleep between her and the door. Serena agreed without argument, finally surrendering the exhaustion from the past few days. She sank into the warmth of his chest, listening to the even thrum of his heartbeat. His fingers danced over the gentle ridge of her collarbone and down the smooth skin of her arm, trying his best to avoid the bandages.
“Where were you before this?” He asked quietly.
“Here, in France.” She replied, not elaborating any further.
“Will they send you back?” The thought of her being sent back behind enemy lines made his chest clench painfully. He understood the value of her work, the vital role that agents like her played in the war and the edge they provided to the allied forces. But the urge to put her on the next ship to the states was nearly insurmountable.
“Yes.” She replied. He could hear the resolve in her voice.
“Where?”
She huffed a wry laugh. “You know I can’t tell you.”
”I have to know you’re safe,” the edge of desperation ringing in his voice.
She didn’t respond for a while, focusing instead on the steady beat of his heart reverberating behind his ribs. Memorizing the rhythm of him.
“We always find our way back to one another don't we?” She murmured.
He couldn't tell if she sounded hopeful or defeated.
“I guess we do.” He murmured, pulling her closer and soaking in the feel of her in his arms.
It was quiet for a long time after, neither willing to shatter the fragile peace that had settled between them.
Speirs woke the next morning to the first tepid rays of sunlight, stretching his arm out to find nothing but cool sheets beside him.
His pulse spiked as he sat up, quickly searching the room. He was alone.
He flung the wool blanket from his legs and noticed the small folded paper flutter to the floor. He picked it up and unfolded it carefully, reading her neat handwriting.
“Find your way back to me. I love you”
Paris, France - Christmas Eve 1945
The Taxi pulled away and he was left in front of the large limestone building. Warm golden light spilled from the windows onto the street, beckoning him inside and illuminating the placard above the main doors. ‘17 Rue De Saint Germain’
He nearly ran up the steps, eyes scanning the polished wood doors until he found the one marked with a brass 4.
He knocked on the door as gently as he could manage, heart beating in his throat. He’d thought of nothing but this moment for so long. Her words from that note had pulled him through countless miserable nights.
“Find your way back to me.”
He’d found his way. He survived a war and pulled every string until he managed to track her down to this apartment. It occurred to him as he waited at the door that he never thought of what he’d say to her when he found her.
The seconds ticked by agonizingly slow but there was no sound from behind the door. He knocked again, listening for any movement on the other side.
Nothing.
Icy dread seeped through his veins. The secretary had said it was her last known address. What if she’d left? Gone back to the States maybe? What if she was never here at all?
Footsteps sounded and the metallic thump of a lock turning pulled him from his thoughts as the door on the other side of the stairs opened and a young woman stepped out.
“Bonjour madame.” Spiers called out, getting the young woman’s attention.
“Bonjour.” She replied, smiling kindly at him.
“Do you know who lives here?” He asked, pointing to apartment 4.
The woman’s brow furrowed in confusion. He racked his memory for the rudimentary phrases he remembered from his time in Normandy and Mourmelon-le-Grand.
“Tu les connais?” He fumbled over the words and pointed back to the door.
“Ouí, Serena.”
Relief flooded through him at the sound of her name. She was here. He found her.
“She’s at the cathedral.” The woman added in broken English “for her…” the woman searched for the word. “Her husband”
Spiers felt the air rush out of his lungs as the words landed like a blow to the ribs. The relief he felt moments before now souring in his gut.
“I see.” He backed away from the door, his feet moving on their own accord toward the staircase. “Merci.”
“Joyeux Noël, monsieur!” The girl called cheerfully down the hall but he hardly heard her over the pounding blood in his ears and his heavy footfalls on the stone steps; hollow and defeated.
He felt… numb. That was the only word that came remotely close to describing the wretched hollowed out feeling. Not a comfortable numb like morphine. No, this was the kind of numb that felt like being exposed to the bitter cold for far too long. Burning and aching before finally settling into a dangerous numbness that if allowed to go on, would prove fatal.
Serena was alive. She was safe here in Paris. That should be enough for him; but it did absolutely nothing to soothe the crushing weight of loss in his chest.
A frosty chill swept up the staircase as the front doors opened and a woman hurried in from the cold, her arms balancing several wrapped packages as she searched through her handbag.
“Joyeux Noël” she greeted softly as they passed one another at the bottom of the steps.
A jolt of recognition shot through him. He’d know that voice anywhere.
“Serena?!” He turned to face her on the steps.
The woman lifted her head and a familiar pair of jade eyes met his. It was relief and heartbreak all in the same breath.
The packages tumbled to the floor as she stood frozen on the second step.
Without a word she bounded across the entryway and threw herself at him. His arms caught her easily and he held her tight against him.
He pressed his face into her blonde curls and filled his lungs with the soft scent of her; sweet jasmine perfume and something warm that was decidedly Serena. His grip tightened as he felt the tremble of her body and a shuddered sob slipped past her lips.
“It’s really you. You’re here.” Her voice trembled as she ran her hands over his shoulders, over his chest and arms like she was making sure he was solid and not an apparition.
“You just disappeared Serena. I didn’t know if you… if you were-“ he rasped, throat raw with the pent up agony of nearly a year of wondering where she was or if she was even alive. Even in his darkest days, he’d held on to his promise to her; he swore it had saved him more than once. During his run across Foy all he thought of was her smile, her eyes, and the way she felt in his arms.
And here they were; she was finally back in his arms where she belonged.
Except she wasn’t his. Not anymore. Icy dread lanced through him as he remembered her neighbor's words.
Her husband.
She had been at the cathedral with her husband. His dread tangled with the acrid flare of anger; she told him to find her but she’d moved on before he even had the chance. The dark irony wasn’t lost on him that for the second time, he was too late.
He took a step back from her despite the ache in his limbs and the voice in his head screaming at him to fight for her and never let her go again.
“I- um I just needed to see you again Serena. Just needed to see that you were ok. It’s so good to see you’re doing well.” He said stiffly, forcing the ghost of a smile onto his face.
Her brow pinched in confusion at the sudden strained distance between them.
He cleared his throat of the rough emotion threatening to strangle him. “I won’t keep you, you probably need to get back to your husband. Congratulations by the way.” He was rambling. It was so unlike him but he couldn’t seem to make it stop.
He’d led men through enemy fire, through artillery strikes, and suffered the frozen hell that was Bastogne all without hesitation. Nothing rattled him quite like her presence.
She took a step forward, reaching for him as he edged toward the door.
“Ron, What the hell are you talking about?”
“Your neighbor said you were out with your husband; to the cathedral for the candlelight vigil or something.” He stumbled through his explanation.
Her husband. The word felt bitter and wrong on his tongue.
“What?! No, I told her-“ Serena shook her head in disbelief as it slowly dawned on her what was happening.
“I should go.” He cut her off, turning quickly for the door.
He grabbed the handle to the large ornate doors but her delicate fingers caught his wrist before he could open it. He swore his heart halted in his chest as she gently guided him back to face her.
Her eyes shimmered with tears waiting to spill over as she searched his face, begging him to stay.
War was hell, but this was the worst sort of torture. He had to get out of here.
“Ron” Her voice was soft and careful as her hands gripped his arms. Even through the thick wool of his coat, her warmth felt like the only thing tethering him to the present.
“I’m not married.” she emphasized each word, holding his gaze intently. “I light those candles at the Cathedral for you.”
He was certain he’d stopped breathing. The room spun briefly and the warm, light feeling bloomed in his chest again.
“I must have lit a thousand of them in every city I was sent to during the war, but I ask for the same thing every time.” A single tear spilled down her cheek. “For you to find your way back to me.”
He scooped her into his arms and claiming her lips in a slow, deep kiss. He held her there, kissing her with growing need until they were both breathless.
“I love you Serena.” he panted as he tipped her chin up. Her kiss bitten lips curved into a dazzling smile as another glittering tear slid down her cheek.
“I love you too.” she laughed wetly, “I knew you’d come back to me.”
“Always.”
He was still thousands of miles from Boston, but for the first time since the war began, he was home for Christmas.
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katyon2020 · 11 months
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Can you imagine........
Characters:
Purple hair girl with eyes that put shoujou manga to shame- Ai Hoshino(Oshi no ko)
Pigtail girl with 5 point star eyes- Yunemi Yumemite(Kakegurui)
Uncomfortably realistic looking brunette- Mima Kirigoe(Perfect Blue)
Blonde butterfly girl with one eye- Tsubasa Cho(OC ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
Girl fist pumping the air- Mizi(ALIEN STAGE)
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urdepressedslut · 11 months
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All I Know ❝part four❞
☆ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC/The Winter Soldier x OC
☆ Summary: Bucky brings the girl back to his place, while he continues to learn who she is.
☆ Warnings: dark themes, angst, trauma, torture, PTSD, panic attacks
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+
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Bucky had brought this girl back to his small apartment.. why? Well he wasn't really sure. All he knew was that he couldn't leave her alone, send her away. He had made an internal vow that he'd protect her.. and again, he wasn't sure why.
The girl didn't speak much, she kept to herself, trying to stay out of his way as much as possible, almost becoming invisible at times. Bucky had an idea of what she had been through, but he was still kept in the dark.
Two days of multiple train rides, and stolen cars, they eventually both arrived back at his apartment. And in that time she hadn't moved from her spot in the corner near his mattress. He thought that he'd let her adjust at her own speed, try and give her space. Now he was wondering if he should say something, she seemed confused and unsure of what area she was allowed to roam.
Although she was very comfortable, she felt safe and protected where she was. She didn't mind that she had nothing to do, she appreciated that she wasn't alone, the company being enough for her. She didn't ask for much, and she hoped that she wasn't burdening Bucky.
Bucky grabbed a bag of chips and a water bottle, and walked slowly over to her. She looked up from her knees and gazed up at him cautiously. Bucky noticed her eyes didn't show fear, but whatever she had developed as a habit from HYDRA.. awareness.
"I know this isn't much but.. it will fill you up for now." Bucky told her, slightly embarrassed that he didn't have much to offer.
She glanced at his hands, taking in his offer of food. Her expression didn't show disgust, but she didn't seem to want to take it either.
Bucky decided to place it down in front of her, maybe she was just afraid to touch him. He remembered what she was capable of and he appreciated her weariness in close proximity.
Standing back up he sent her a forced smile and headed back to the balcony, the girl still in view.
She stared at the chips, trying to read the label but she had never learned. She was kept away for her whole life, she was uneducated and confused. The picture looked good though, and her stomach growled in need. Her mouth watered at the thought of eating something, and she fought her instincts to reach out of grab the bag.
She knew better than to act out before an order, she would obey and she would not fail him. He had yet to give her the okay, and she was wondering if this was a test, was he testing her loyalty?
Maybe he was just like the others? No.. he saved you. She thought, her mind chaos.
Tears leaked down her cheeks, her fists clenching at her sides, her hunger strong. But her instincts stronger.
Bucky glanced back at the girl and noticed her distress right away, it left him confused. Walking over slowly he wanted to understand what was going on.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked her, watching her eyes gaze up to his, and then back down to the food.
He was still unsure and it frustrated him that he wasn't getting a good read on her.
"Do you not like the chips?" He asked her, and she almost shook her head but stopped herself.
Taking a deep breath she prepared for possible punishment for speaking out, but her stomach was threatening to eat itself.
"Hungry.." She whispered and thank god for the serum, helping Bucky hear her soft voice.
Bucky furrowed his eyebrows confused again, and all at once his features morphed into realization. At the same time his heart threatened to break. This poor girl had been broken down completely to the point of not being able to function without orders. She was acting like a scared, trained dog, obeying. He hated that it made sense, but he knew what HYDRA was capable of.
"You can eat the chips, and drink the water. They're yours." He told her, watching her face relax and her tears slowed. She quickly reached out for the bag, it crumpling under her haste touch.
She devoured the chips quickly, barely giving herself enough time to breathe. While Bucky watched her with sad eyes, and in that moment his protective nature over her grew, like a disease soon it would overtake his entire being.
"You don't have to be afraid anymore.." He said, wondering why he was getting vulnerable. She met his gaze while eating, slowing her pace. "I know that you feel like you're gonna be back there, that they'll come for you.. But.. You're with me now and.. I'll protect you. I'm not like them, you don't have to obey anymore."
She listened intently, taking in every word to heart. His eyes shined blue into hers, and she could tell he was being genuine. She took awhile to respond but nodded back at him, she was trying to digest the fact that she didn't have to obey anymore.. it didn't feel right.
"I know it will take time.. but you have to believe me. You don't have to obey anymore."
She stared at him still with a quizzical expression, like she was imagining that those words were coming out of his mouth.
"You have to trust me." Bucky whispered softly, his voice wavering with emotion. She watched him intently, wanting so badly to believe him.
"Do you.. trust me?" He hesitantly asked her, and waiting patiently for her answer, he watched her eyes dart from the bag of chips to her knees. He could almost hear how hard she was thinking.
She thought about how she had followed him before, she was here in this room and she hadn't been hurt. He might've proven himself so far, but who's to say he won't turn on her. She had no one else.. she didn't really have a choice, which wasn't new to her. So she gave in.
She nodded slow and met his pondering gaze, watching his eyes soften at her admittance.
"Then trust me when I say, you don't have to obey anymore." He told her, meaning every word.
"I can try." She whispered softly, and he wondered if she could speak louder than a whisper, he wasn't sure.
He wasn't sure what else to say, slightly embarrassed at his vulnerability, he stood up after nodding at her once again. Going back to the balcony, he needed time to think about all that has happened, think about his next plan. Was there one?
"Bu..cky.." She tested out his name, and he glanced over.
He smiled forcefully, tilting his head in confusion.
"… name is Bucky?" She stated, sounding a little confused.
Bucky nodded his head, and in the back of his mind he remembered he had yet to get her name. He wasn't sure if she even remembered her name.
"What's yours?" He asked her, keeping his voice soft and gentle like he knew she liked it.
She furrowed her eyebrows at this, and took a couple silent minutes to think. Her memories were scattered, some things she had clung onto and others were barely there in the depths of her mind. She started remembering a soft feminine voice.. Mary.. The voice had cooed, the angelic sound echoing through her brain.
Mary.
"Mary?" She whispered, confusion laced her voice.
Bucky perked up at the reveal of her name, which he definitely wasn't expecting so quick. Joy bubbled in his chest at the thought of her possible name.
"Your name is Mary?" He asked her, watching her eyes light up from hearing her name come from his lips.
Nodding her head, her eyes shined with joy. Happy to discover something so domestic about herself.
"It's a beautiful name." Bucky told her, watching her smile at his compliment. Bucky on the other hand blushed slightly at her intense stare.
No other words were spoken, Bucky and Mary enjoying the company of each other. Bucky wasn't alone anymore, and he reveled in the feeling of contentment. Mary on the other hand was still nervous, she had been alone for far too long, never getting too close to someone. Where she found peace in his presence also came anxiety, she expressed that she trusted him, but her walls were going to be much harder to break down.
Mary. Bucky repeated in his head over and over.
Something so small brought him joy, he wasn't sure why he was so soft with her. He was still healing, still trying to find himself. But her presence brought out a mother like instinct, that felt had been buried deep within him.
Feeling the discomfort of sudden flashes of images, he closed his eyes and braced for them.
The images weren't clear, but he could make out a scrawny blonde boy, and a brunette boy. They were sitting somewhere he couldn't recognize, and the brunette boy was cleaning up a wound on the blonde boys knee. The mother instinct bloomed suddenly, his chest aching with warmth, he didn't quite understand. The harder he focused on the images, the clearer the faces became. The brunette boy was.. him.
Blinking rapidly, Bucky was brought back to reality. His head spinning with realization, Bucky moved from his spot near the balcony, and hurried to find a notebook. Ripping open the book he began to write down the scenario he'd seen.
Mary watched the man closely from the floor, wishing she could read his mind. She could only watch as he hastily scribbles into the notebook, his forehead shining with a thin layer of sweat. Almost instinctively, Mary fought down the unfamiliar urge to comfort him..
She didn't understand what she was feeling and why it felt so right. As quick as it appeared, the feeling was gone like a fleeting shadow. Only now could she let her mind rush with confused thoughts. There was so much that she had yet to understand about her, and in a way she was terrified of herself.
Bucky wasn't sure if he was all that shocked to have seen his younger self with the blonde, Steve. After the events in DC, his mind swam with possibilities and theories, but his mind with scrambled, he wasn't sure what thoughts were true or made up.  Soon after he walked away from the unconscious man off the bank, Bucky made his mission to go to the Smithsonian and try and fill in the gaps. But all his little trip did was confuse himself more, how does someone read about their whole life, while not remembering any of it. It was a wave of overwhelming emotions that Bucky felt he couldn't handle. So instead of trying to seek out Steve, he ran away.
Bucky had been a few words away from killing Steve, and with that cloud of guilt consuming his mind, he refused to find him. Steve deserved a life without him and his baggage, at least thats what Bucky thought about himself. Stripped of his humanity, and robbed of seventy years of his life, Bucky still felt he deserved nothing. That's why he was almost dizzy from the overwhelming confidence that he deserved Mary. Was it so wrong that he wanted to help her? Maybe helping her would help himself in a way. 
Maybe I just want to help her.. Bucky thought. 
Finally halting his hands, he dropped the pen and closed the notebook. His mind having enough for the day. Risking a glance, he met eyes with the girls curious ones. She had been watching him the entire time, wanting so badly to hear his inner struggle. 
"Who's Steve?" Mary whispered, making Bucky's eyes widen.
"What? How do you-" He stopped himself, wondering if he had been thinking out loud this entire time. He wasn't used to other people yet, so he wouldn't be surprised at his possible slip up. 
"You said his name." She told him. 
Guess Bucky was right.
"He's uh.." Bucky started, but hesitated, "He's Captain America." 
Mary furrowed her eyebrows at the name.
"Who's that?" She asked, and Bucky was confused. 
"You don't know who Captain America is?" He asked her, moving from his spot in the kitchen, closer to her form. 
"Am I supposed to?" She wondered, almost like she was asking herself. 
Bucky had an idea of how isolated Mary may have been, but he now he wanted to ask her just how long.
"Can I ask you a question?" Bucky hesitated, afraid of her reaction. 
She nodded, blind by the way he ignored her previous question. 
"How long were you at HYDRA?" The name still felt bitter coming from his lips.
Her reaction wasn't what he suspected, she stared at him with confused eyes. He grew worried that maybe she just didn't understand, but his thoughts were interrupted by her tiny voice. 
"Forever." 
Bucky's shoulders tensed from her answer. This girl appeared to be in her mid twenties, although her malnourished body and youthful features caused her to appear younger. His heart hurt that she truly only ever knew the confinement of HYDRA, that she had been robbed of the entire world. 
Mary was confused at his pained expression directed towards her. It made her self conscious, and all of sudden she felt ashamed of her life. Avoiding eye contact, she made herself seem smaller, trying to escape his pitied stare. 
Bucky noticed her change of behavior, and sat straighter. 
"I'm sorry." She whispered, her voice shaking.
"No.. I didn't mean to.." Bucky chose his next words carefully, "You have nothing to be sorry about."
"I made you upset." Mary confessed, mad at herself for causing his distress. 
It clicked immediately to Bucky that she was misunderstanding his sympathy.
"No you didn't, I promise." The declaration fell from his lips naturally. 
Mary seemed to slowly understand, but still held a confused look. Bucky noticed.
"I wasn't trying to pity you.. I just.. I know how you feel." He admitted, not sure if she fully knew about his past. He thought she would have, figuring she practically lived at HYDRA her whole life.
Suddenly the memory he had gotten with her in it rushed through his mind. He had completely let the idea that they might've known each other before slip. But he wasn't sure now, she had yet to be familiar with him. Maybe she did remember him and just didn't say anything. 
"How long were you at HYDRA?" She mirrored his previous question, and he cringed at it. 
"A long time.." He told her, taking in a deep breath. 
She didn't say anything after that, and they fell into a comfortable silence. Bucky appreciated that she didn't pry, in fact he was almost certain she would have never asked that question if he didn't first. He noticed her eyelids drooping when he glanced her way again. About to offer her his mattress, he saw the way her eyelids closed completely and her head leaning against the wall. Not even a minute into falling asleep, he noticed she looked completely different. Her face peaceful looking, like she hadn't been through hell. 
Standing up quietly, Bucky moved back to the balcony. He watched each person and car pass out of paranoia, wondering if the day would ever come when HYDRA wanted their Asset back. In the back of his mind he also wondered if one day they'd come looking for Mary.. and that thought scared him.
A/N: they’re adorable, but so broken 😭 let me know what you think of this chapter!
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wynterjai · 1 year
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thinking about also posting my witcher mates series here 🙂 should I ?
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❪ ៸៸ EDIT FOR CAST / MY FANFIC ✰ COME BACK • Edward Cullen X Female Oc ❫
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As It Was (S2)
Chapter Fourteen (final)
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Author's note: Dear readers, this is the end of this story that made me very happy. It's the third fanfic I've completed and the first one I've written. It's been a personal pleasure, and I hope you follow my other fanfics if you can. The end of this fanfic with Bucky Barnes.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS STORY, there may be adult content and verbal and physical violence.
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The end of the story is always too nostalgic, the conclusion of an entire narrative that guided you through a part of life. In books, the end is marked by the conclusion of the main story. But in my life, the ending is marked by blood.
"Listen carefully, future Mrs. Barnes. I want you in the back of this building unarmed and alone. I promise to give you the clean and peaceful death you deserve. One of your best friends is already dead, I believe you wouldn't want others to die too..." Killian speaks in my ear with a macabre tone. He killed Dave, it must be. Damn it, Bucky was right, my plan went wrong.
My heart skips a beat at the thought that my best friend may have died because I couldn't let it go. I couldn't help but cry at the thought of my friend being dead, because of me. My vision blurred, almost causing me to collapse to the ground, feeling a knot in my stomach; while next to me, Steve had already lost consciousness.
"Melisa!" James Barnes is coming towards me with a concerned expression. I don't want to have to tell him that everything went terribly wrong.
"Why is your shirt, your suit, stained... there's blood smeared here too. Don't come closer. In fact, get the rest of the guys and run. I thought I could take on Killian, but he'll never let me survive it all." I can't hold back the tears when I realize this is our farewell. A forever goodbye from two unlucky lovers trapped in a love story doomed to fail.
"Do you think I'm going to run away and leave you here to face a psychopath alone?" Barnes approaches, but I step back. If he gets close to me, it will be my end. I can't leave, I can't give up on him. But that means exposing everyone to death.
"My life is not worth the sacrifice, my love. Think of Yelena, Sam, Wanda, and... Dave may be injured somewhere in this building. Killian won't leave here without me, so let me be his only victim. Survive, live. That's all I ask of you." It's not easy to say these words, but I need to be strong. Barnes obviously isn't leaving; in fact, he only gets closer and closer to me. Soon Killian will be in the back of this building, and if I don't go there, I believe he will kill everyone. Even though it doesn't make sense, I can't think straight right now.
"My love, I'm with you. Till death do us part. Killian may have harmed Dave and Sam, we may not know exactly where Yelena and Wanda are, but look... we all know how to take care of ourselves, and we knew the consequences of your plan. Dying is part of life." The tranquility in Barnes' voice is enviable. I don't even notice when he hugs me, trying to reassure me. The despair weighing on my heart begins to fade, as does the feeling that the world is spinning around me.
"What are we going to do, Barnes?" Is all that comes out of my mouth before Bucky kisses my lips softly. To an outsider, one wouldn't imagine that there's a wounded man lying nearby and a murderer hunting me down.
"You pray that my aim is very bad. I warned you, dear Melisa. It would have been better if only you had died, but I must say that James is a perfect addition. Any last words?" Killian speaks, pointing a gun at both of us. If he were to shoot now, he would hit Barnes first, and if it went through him, the bullet would hit me. But he doesn't do that; it's as if Killian wants to be face to face with me and Barnes. Curious fact, an agent as well-trained as Barnes is always prepared. Prepared to the extreme. So prepared that I myself am startled to see him pull out a sharp-bladed knife and throw it towards Killian, who react.  The knife was on Barnes' waist, and now it has pierced Killian's skull, essentially killing him. A great day for us, I would think, but unfortunately, before dying, he shot towards nothing. That nothing hit Barnes' chest. I couldn't even react. The man of my life was dying right in front of my eyes. 
"Shit, shit, shit, shit.... you, I'm going to try to stop the bleeding. Stay awake. Hey, my love, stay awake." I say, holding back the tears that are already threatening to come out. I tear the bottom part of my wedding dress, trying to prevent the blood from flowing.
"You know, I knew since that barbecue that I would die for you. I just didn't think it would be so soon. I..." Barnes says with difficulty, letting out a grunt of pain as I hold the torn fabric against his chest, "didn't want to die without saying that I love you. Loving you certainly made me a happy man." It's all he can say as the sparkle in his eyes is fading. I kiss his lips with a taste of blood, fearing that no one will come to help. I scream loudly for help. The priest who was supposed to marry us appears behind me; seeing that Barnes is injured, he says he will seek help.
"You heard, my love, the priest is going to get someone to help. And you'll be okay. We'll get married again, and I'll be Mrs. Barnes. We'll grow old together and maybe have one or two children. Don't leave me here without you." I can't hold back the tears anymore, and then my sobbing takes over me. Barnes tries to respond, but his eyes close. They close never to open again. 
I don't remember how long I stayed on the floor crying, screaming for Barnes to come back, cursing everything and everyone. All I know is that at some point my voice was gone. And I passed out. I woke up in a hospital a day later, thinking it was all just a nightmare. But in Yelena's eyes, who was beside me in the hospital room, I saw the look of someone who lost someone very dear. She informed me that while I was dealing with Steve, she, Sam, and Wanda were being captured by Killian's henchmen. By the time they finally got rid of the henchmen, it was too late. Dave and Barnes were dead. She tried to console me, but I was too exhausted. So, crying, I eventually fell asleep.
One year later...
"Sam, grab the bag for me, I can't go anywhere without Bucky's special bag." I shout as I hold my son in my arms, rocking him back and forth. Sam comes down the stairs with the bag. Today is the day to visit the graves of the men I loved and who died. My father, James, and Dave.
"This boy is getting bigger every day. You were just a little bump in your mom's belly the other day. Now you even have a special bag." Sam says to little Bucky, who is all alert today.
"My godson looks like a little man in the outfit his godmother gave him, doesn't he?" Yelena says, playing with Bucky's fingers as he tries to put her fingers in his mouth. He's in a phase of putting everything he sees in his mouth.
"Melisa will have to have a lot of patience to put up with you two pampering Bucky. Now, put the baby in the car seat, the way to the cemetery is long, and little Bucky has a bedtime." Wanda says, patting Sam and Yelena on the back as they hurry to put the baby and his things in the car. At that moment, I smile, thinking about how blessed I am to have them by my side. We arrived at the cemetery about forty minutes after leaving my house. Everyone paid their respects to the deceased, and lastly, I introduced our son to his father.
"So, my love. This one, sleeping peacefully in my arms, is our son. If you're wondering, we made him the same day we fought because I made a stupid plan and you didn't want to participate. And you were right. Unfortunately, I'm late to say this. I'm sorry you can't see our baby, but he looks just like you. I swear, he even has your eyes," I say, touching Barnes' gravestone while holding our son with the other hand. Our son is sleeping so peacefully that it feels like I can sense Barnes with us.
"I have to take him home now, but I want you to know that even though you're not here physically, all of us, especially me, will always teach little Bucky here about the hero you were." I say, bidding farewell and leaving. Barnes and I didn't live a perfect love story, but we definitely experienced a love that made history.
The End
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