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James "Bucky" Barnes - Reality Locks In

Warnings: Mention of the Winter!Soldier, violence/gore, mention of kn!ves

Words: 1.3k

[Bucky’s POV]

I woke up in a dark room. It was freezing. The coldness made my bones shiver: making me even more confused. A feeling ran through me, making me realize that my arm wasn’t the same. I remember: my arm was replaced by a vibranium one when I fell off the train. I was supposed to be metallic, but it wasn’t.

The soft skin of my missing member felt abnormally real. The dim light of the room reflected on it, making it look even more real. As I tried to stand up, my body felt trapped in between straps. Pulling on them didn’t do anything, only making me hurt myself.

I heard a loud noise coming out of somewhere around the room. A bright light appeared, blind me quite a bit. Everything was fuzzy in my mind, as if I woke up from a dream. “Finally. You really are a deep sleeper.” A thick British accent spoke.

Could it be? Agent Carter?

I turned my head, but there was no one. For a second, I thought I was going crazy, until I heard the voice again. “Sergeant Barnes?” Another voice popped in this time, it was soft and fluttery, almost like the voice of my first love, Y/N.

“Sergeant Barnes, we need your report.” The supposed Y/N appeared again. “Show yourself first.” I spoke loudly, not expecting the echo of the room to make my ears hurt.

“Your report.” The voice changed again. It now sounded like a Russian person. I felt glimpses of pictures moving in front of my eyes. They looked almost like memories, I could see people laughing, friends, soldiers, battles, war, guns, violence and so many things. One second, I was in 1943, the next I was in another century, but there was still a common element. Y/N was always there.

I tried to remember anything about my past, but only her would come up.

[Flashback]

A very beautiful song came up through the club. I looked up to Y/N: hoping she would realise it was our song.

We always had this thing together, ever since I had met her. She was Steve’s sister, a few years older than him. She was trying to protect him when a taller guy punched him for no reasons. I was always there to stop the people who would attack him, but this time, she had gotten into it.

“Steven! Let go of him, you sick bastard!” She kicked his attacker in the back of the knee, only earning a fist on her jaw. She dropped on the ground, but got back up to show him a lesson. With luck, I pushed him away, looking at both of them. Steve stood up and went to look at her sister.

She was bleeding, her lips had a deep cut in it. I offered her my hand, as she gladly took it. “Are you alright?” I asked her softly, she nodded.

I both offered them to go to my apartment, but Steve went to the recruitment posts, still hoping to get into the army. She followed me to my appartement, clinging at my arm. I could tell that she was scared.

“Don’t worry, love. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” I whispered by her ear. She nodded and slipped her hand into mine. I gladly accepted the gesture, keeping her closer to myself. We entered my apartment, as I made her sit on a chair. I grabbed a first aid kit, honestly, I didn’t know what I was doing. I lowered myself to her level, looking deeply into her eyes.

“Does it hurt?” I asked her softly, trying not to startle her. “Not really. I’ve handled much worse, really.”

“Good. Because I don’t want to hurt you even more. This will sting a little.” I passed a disinfecting cloth on her lip, she winced at first, adjusting to the pain. I grabbed her face in my hand, getting more control to help her. After I had taken care of her, I walked towards my phonogram, playing a song I would soon recognize as ours.

“Dance with me. It’ll make you feel better.” She laughed a bit, before taking my hand as I took her in my embrace. I could feel her heartbeat slow down, still swaying to the music.

“Y/N. May I have this dance?” I asked her, as I stood up from my seat. She didn’t have that cut anymore. Steve was now Captain America, and I was just the best friend. But it felt different with her.

“You certainly may, James.” She knew I loved it when she called me by my real name. Most people called me Sergeant Barnes or for Steve, Bucky, as for James. It felt personal with her. Her body pressed on mine was heavenly. I looked down to her, swaying to the beat and kissed her right on our favorite part, I didn’t care if Steve was looking, he knew that I would never take advantage of her, nor ever hurt her,

[Present]

We separated, and just looked at each others' eyes. “I love you, James.”

“And I love you, Y/N.”

“Soldat.” Her voice made me shed another tear. Another past memory where I couldn’t feel her, where she wasn’t there.

Another man stepped into the room. He stared for a moment, then talked into another language.

Longing

Rusted

Seventeen

Daybreak

Furnace

Nine

Benign

Homecoming

One

Freight Car

A rage inside of me bottled up only by these words. My thoughts weren’t my own. Those words ached like acid inside my chest. The restrains on my limbs were loose and without realising it, I was pulling them off and attacking the false Y/N.

Anything I’ve ever felt for her just went away by a matter of seconds. She was the enemy. I had to complete my mission. Next thing I know, I heard a distant scream, mixed with sobs from the back of my head. The poor voice was begging: begging to have mercy and to remember them. “Please. James, stop. Please.”

A pulse of electricity activated another function in me. And then,

I woke up.

[Real Life]

“Please. James, stop. Please.” I didn’t see the impostor, only my Y/N. I was holding a dagger not far from her head. Tears filled up my eyes. The dagger fell from my grip, looking at her. She was scared out of her mind; her eyes were red and teary.

“I’m so sorry. I-I-I’m so sorry.” I almost fell out of consciousness when I had realized what I had done.

She stood up, took my shoulders, and pushed me into her chest. Sobs came out of my mouth involuntarily, she shushed me, soothing my back. I clinged to her, hoping she would forgive me anytime soon. “I’m so sor- “

“It’s okay, love. It’s okay. It wasn’t you.” She pulled my head from her shoulder and made me look at her. “They’ll go away.” I knew she knew that I had nightmares. I could face her gaze after almost killing her, but she forced me to look at her.

“I love you for all that you are, James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, and that includes your past, present and future. Don’t hide from me, please.” I nodded, kissing her gently on the forehead.

“God, I don’t know what I would do without you, Y/N.” She smiled, kissing my knuckles lovingly.

“Don’t leave me, not like Steve did.”

“I will never, J. I promise.”

“Good thing that I don’t plan on leaving.”

Kaz Brekker - The Night of Sorrow [Part 2]

Part 1

Warnings: Mention of slavery, mention of Haphephobia (Fear of being touched or touching others), mention of the menagerie, gunpoint(slightly)

A/N: Hello! So Part 1 kind of blew up, and I decided to make a part 2! Here it is, I was in online school today so I had plenty of time to write. I deeply hope that you'll enjoy and let me know if you want a part 3! Thank you so much for the support and enjoy!

Words: 1.6k

[Y/N's POV]

“Y/N? Are you still in Ketterdam?” Jesper snapped me out of my thoughts. I had just spotted a letter from the Menagerie. Tante Heleen wouldn’t normally call me at this hour, but I couldn’t back down now.

“Yeah, Jesper. May I take that?” I pointed to his shot of whatever was in there. He didn’t have time to nod his head, before I chugged it down my throat. The liquid will surely help throughout the night. I started walking out of the club, until I heard the sarcastic voice of Jesper calling me.

“Off to the Menagerie? Want company?” “No thanks, Jes.” I offered a wink from the side, pulling my hood up.

[Kaz’s POV]

Jesper was sitting at the bar alone, just after Pekka Rollins had broke into my chamber. I walked down to the main floor, without my cane for support, but I saw Y/N walking out of my club. She looked scared.

“You all right, boss?” I sighted, stealing Jesper’s presuming shot. “No, but it can wait.” I looked up to him, catching his worried eye.

“The Menagerie?” I asked him, taking a look behind my back. He nodded. “I’ve been warned off the job.”

“By whom?” “Who do you think.” I turned around to face my building.

“Did he remember you?” Jesper asked incorrigibly.

“If he had, I’d be dead.” Unlike Jordie. Stop that. I told to myself. “Sunrise is in five hours. We’ll need something good.”

“Yeah, but we’re off the job now, right?” No, Jesper. A million Kruge means more to me that your gambling addiction.

“Never make decisions out of fear, Jesper. Only out of spite.” I responded to him; more politely might I add.

“Well, greed always worked for me.” It sure did Jesper.

“Go guard the door.” Jesper might mean more to me than I’ll ever admit, but he makes me think of Y/N.

My Y/N.

I’ve never been like this before. I’ve never felt anything else than emptiness and grief. This feeling, ever since I lost him, it was incorrigible. Until I met her.

She made my heart, or else the rest of it, feel alive. She was a part of me and if I lost her, I surely would surrender myself to the True Sea, her favorite place.

Jesper walked out of my sight, letting me deal with the bargains for the night. Even though I had higher priorities tonight, I couldn’t help to think of her.

[Y/N’s POV]

I had just walked into the Menagerie. As though I liked to go there for the other poor girls, I wasn’t with them anymore, not in my heart, nor in my head. The only crew I had were the Wraith, the Sharpshooter, and the Bastard of the Barrel.

As I walked into the office of dear Tante Heleen, she greeted me with her usual lever of greediness. “There you are.”

She walked up from her desk and made me drop my weapons. One knife in my boot, two knives in the back, four daggers in the back armour, two lockpickers behind the ears, and one poison ring.

She still looked at me with her signature look.

Fine.

I dropped my last knife that hid under my hood, offering her a deadly look. “Come, come sit.” I walked up to her office which was filled with tons of unfulfilled papers. “I have a job for you.”

I stopped fiddling with my fingers and looked up to the woman. “I work for Kaz Brekker now.”

“That’s not entirely true. Mr. Brekker still owes five more installments on you.”

“I am not an animal you can trade around whenever you need me, Heleen.” I responded to her sharply, hoping that she would take the hint to find someone else.

“I don’t think that for a second, little fox.” She chuckled. I still wish I had that knife.

I took a deep breath, before I’d explode. “Regardless, I’m on a job.” She nodded.

“I’ve a more important question for you. Do you want to go with him?” I didn’t answer yet, because there is always something else.

“Because you know you can’t leave town without my permission, so… If you want to leave, you must be paid in full.”

“Kaz doesn’t have that, besides I am not your propriety. I never was, and I never will be. I’ll go wherever I desire.”

“Oh, but you are, I bought you from that, what should I call him, your owner?” I stood up, one of her man placed a gun up to my temple. “Here’s the man I need you to kill. Do it, and you will be free.”

The man lowered his gun and let me take the card, which had the address of the person written carefully on it.

I took back my weapons and took off to the place in question. Dear Saints, forgive me please.

I walked off and disappeared in the shadows.

[Kaz’s POV]

I had just seen Poppy, the still upset stealer. Tante Heleen had probably already given the job to Y/N, probably to make her kill the Conductor. I urged myself to reach the place, praying on whoever out there to not make her kill him. As I walked up the stairs, I found her standing on top of the man, knife by the throat.

She wasn’t doing the talking; she was shaking and in clear deny with herself. “How old were you when you were taken? Who are you looking for? Your parents? A sibling?” He stopped talking, as she placed the knife deeper down his throat. “A sister?”

No. A-

“Brother.” We had both thought the same thing. I know how she deeply missed her brother. She could spend days praying to her Saints to give her mercy, concerning her brother.

“He was 12 and I was 15 when four men took us from my parents’ wagon, separated us. I came to Ketterdam on a labor merchant ship. I don’t know where he went.” Her eyes were glistening with tears. “Tell me what I can do to help.” He begged.

“One had a silver tooth. Went by the name of Gregor or Griggs, I can’t remember exactly.”

“I don’t run in those circles, really. You’re likely after longshoremen or stevedores who take side money from people like Heleen.” He was covered in blood, still begging her for mercy.

She hesitated. “If you can’t give me a lead, you can at least give me my freedom.” She pulled up her knife almost cutting his throat, before the man spoke. I approached a step before it was too late, but…

“Sankta Lizabeta.” She looked stunned by the Ravkan language. “You follow the faith too. Please. What amount of prayer can forgive murder?” He pleaded.

“Ask the Saints for me.” She pulled up her knife, ready to execute him before I stepped in.

“Don’t.” She threw the knife, only an inch from my face. I lifted my hand that wasn’t holding my supporting stick, to show her I didn’t mean no harm. “He’s our way to Alina Starkov.”

“Him?” I nodded slowly.

“Heleen knew it. She was using you to sabotage our mission.”

“She and I made a deal.” She insisted.

“It isn’t worth more than what we get with him alive.” I walked closer to her, trying to convince her.

“You chose him over my freedom?”

“You assure it’s one or the other.” I waited for her to pull out the knife from his neck. I could the see the hesitation in her action. But I do know that she knew it was better to spare him.

She left him a small, but not deep cut on in neck and walked away. I sighed, thanking the whoever I prayed for. She backed up almost touching my chest.

“Conductor. I have a job for you.”

Y/N sighed nervously.

“Get us to the little palace.” The Conductor nodded as Y/N untied him. Jesper came through the door, taking the man to the refreshment room.

It was just us, now.

“Y/N. I thought I had told you I would handle this.” I approached her, taking a deep breath before wiping her tears off of her face. “I didn’t believe you.” She turned around, to her embarrassment, and responded shyly, cleaning her knife with a cloth.

“Do you believe me know?” She turned to face me again.

“Yes.” She sniffed, also calming herself down.

“Good. Now, let’s make it through the Fold.” I offered her a small comforting smile, which she offered me back. We both waited for Jesper to come out of the gentleman's restroom, accompanying him.

“Are we good to go, Jesper?” I asked, clinking my stick on the floor. They both got out and nodded in agreement.

They both walked through the front door as I looked at her.

“Shall we?” She walked in front of me, following the crow.

I turned around to reach the door, at least the rest of it. The man will need a new door. I thought, shutting it behind me, and following her to a sea of destinies.

Michael Langdon - Lost Lovers

Warnings: Death by fire, kind of mention of the witches massacre/genocide

A/N: This HAS to be one of my favorite imagines that I've ever written. I was really inspired when I wrote it, especially because I loved American Horror Story: Apocalypse. I hope you enjoy!

Words: 2.5k

“There’s humanity in you. I see it.”

I was part of the witches coven and Michael was part of the wizard coven. Normally, we would both hate each other, we should hate each other, but we don’t.

Not at all.

We both met when we were in the same church of darkness. He was taken by Ms. Mead, my mother and was actually the son of our saviour. I didn’t believe that the Devil itself was bad, it was bad compared to the christians, but we could say the same about God. My mother was kind enough to give him shelter after we had taken him in the infamous “Murder House”. I was the youngest member of our belief, but they didn’t know that I was more powerful than they thought.

Ms. Mead was my adoptive mother; my real mother was the last Supreme of my line. It was two supreme existed at the same time, but it wasn’t impossible. The royal blood ran through my system and when my mother died, two years after Ms. Mead took me in, I gained her powers.

Nobody knew that I was a witch, but if they did, I’d be burning at a stake right now. I had heard rumors about a witch coven in New Orleans, with the other Supreme, Cordelia Goode. It had been a few months that Michael and I had met each other, but I had to make myself disappear. That is why, one night, I got into my car, left a note to Ms. Mead; saying that I’ll leave forever and never come back.

I arrived in New Orleans in no time, and met my fellow sisters. Zoe and Cordelia herself had welcomed me into the academy. It was a place that was actually safe for me; I had to hide some of my powers for my safety, but not from Cordelia. I actually helped her bring her formal mother, Myrtle Snow back.

I had heard that Michael had brought back Queenie and Madison from the dead. I didn’t know who they were until I came to his school, while he performed the seven wonders. I had already performed them with Cordelia, but I knew that it was different with a warlock. He saw me, thinking I was dead and asking himself why I was with the witches.

With the help of my telepathy, I answered these questions for him though my mind.

“Michael, I’m one of them. I have been since I was born. Royal blood runs through my veins. I am the second Supreme of this coven, and I couldn’t tell you. I’m sorry, Michael. I had to disappear for my own survival.”

He only responded with a sad look and a small tear coming out of his eye. I walked away, letting Zoe know that I needed some air.

I had later known that he did pass the seven wonders and brought my old friend, Misty Day. God, I had missed her.

I walked into the library and Michael was sitting on a desk, catching his breath. I saw Misty and Cordelia on the floor, hugging each other. They separated and I almost jumped into her arms. She was practically my real sister. She was always so nice to me, and she welcomed me into her home after I ran away from my previous home.

I thanked Michael by telepathy, for bringing back my sister to me. He only nodded and slightly smiled. I knew him and I had a connection before I got away, but I didn’t want to leave him. I never wanted to, but I knew that he and Ms. Mead wanted all of the witches to be wiped out, and that would include me.

A few weeks after, one of the warlocks of the council was found dead and Cordelia asked me to bring him back. It was more complicated than it looked like, the man was burned to the bone and practically nothing was left of him.

I did bring him back, as he confessed that Ms. Mead and two of the warlocks of the council had plotted behind the back of the coven to execute John Henry Moore.

Here was the day that everything changed. The three murders were sentenced to death by fire, and I obviously had to watch them burn. Yes, I do recognize our history, us witches, but that doesn’t mean that I do like it.

Before Mr. Moore conjured them to their deaths, Ms. Mead spoke up to me.

“Y/N, I thought you were dead, my child. You still have a chance to repent, to follow the path of the Armageddon.”

“I’m with my people, now. I’m sorry you didn’t get a chance to follow the good path. As much as I appreciate all that you did for me, you have to pay for what you did.”

“Oh please. Michael will find a way to wipe all of you.”

“Light ‘em up, Moore.”

I turned my back to the killers and listened to their screams. I really did hate, Ms. Mead for what she did, but a part of me was dying inside. My 3 years with her, with Michael, just went away like the snap of my fingers. I knew there was no going back now, not for me, nor the coven and certainly not for Michael. My heart ached at the screams, feeling how Michael would be destroyed after this.

[Time skip]

[Michael’s POV]

Three bodies, well the rest of them were stuck to wood stakes. I approached them, revealing their identities to me. Mr. Ariel and Mr. Baldwin were among the three of them. They had helped me, rescued me when I was in jail. The third corpse had me panic for a moment, the shape of it looked familiar to me. As I pressed the palm of my hand towards the body, I saw the face of my beloved adoptive mother.

“NO”

An agony scream shot out of my throat. The last strands of good in me were torn out of my heart. A whole in me, a void was created in this very moment. I had lost my only family. I lost Constance, Y/N and now my Ms. Mead.

[Y/N’s POV]

Cordelia and I teleported ourselves to the burning site. Michael was sobbing on the pavement floor, facing our adoptive mother. Cordelia didn’t know this, but I was the only person who Michael truly opened up to. I walked up to him, but Cordelia stopped me before I could get any further to him.

“It's over. We know who you are. Your allies are all dead. You failed.” Cordelia spat at him. He turned to face us. Tears were dripping down his face, his eyes were bloodshot red.

“I've already proven to you that I can defy death. I'm just gonna bring her back. And when I do, my Ms. Mead will stand by me as we watch you die.” Michael responded back to her.

“You can certainly go to Hell, but you won't find her there.” The first real sentence left my mouth. His voice had changed so much, his tone was deeper, but I could still hear the same soft tone he used with me.

“What have you done, Y/N.”

“Her soul is hidden by a spell only I can break. You'll never see her again.” Pain fluttered all around my chest, feeling my heart caving in.

“You’re all alone.” Cordelia completed.

It wasn’t true though. Yes, I was part of the witches’ coven and was loyal to them, but a part of me will always be with my Michael.

He was the first boy I’ve ever met. My mother was the only person I knew before I got into a car crash and Ms. Mead took me in; with having no idea that I was a witch. They would plot around my back and I would react by agreeing with them, taking no attention to my real self.

He was the first one to comfort me when my nightmare would start. He would tell me all about the house he was born and never hid anything from me. I felt guilty and unsafe with them because they wanted not only the witches to be all gone, but the whole godamn world.

I left, not even saying goodbye to him, I walked into his room before stepping out. Leaving him a kiss on his forehead and one of my rings; he would always play with them and he especially loved my small gold ring.

“I'm never alone. I have my father.” His voice broke.

“Where is he now? Why did he let this happen? You don't have to follow this path your father laid out for you.” Cordelia let me step closer to him. I lowered myself to his level.

“You can write your own destiny. You can still turn away. Michael, there's humanity in you. I see it. If you come with me, maybe we can find it, again. Together.” I offered him my hand, hoping her would take this chance to be better.

I saw the raw pain in his eyes, his thoughts were devouring his soul. He took my hand, but pulled me roughly against him instead.

“Somehow, some way, I am gonna bring her back. And then I'm gonna kill every last one of you.” He let me go of his embrace and walked towards Cordelia. He didn’t mean to say that to me, he said it directly to Cordelia.

He then walked away, turned to face me, and shared a thought with me. “Look in your hand.”

I did. The small ring I had given to him was right there, two years after my disappearance. There was a small word carved in my hand; “Come.” He wanted me to find him in the way he was going.

I did want to, but I didn’t how I would. “Y/N, let’s go.”

I nodded to her and watched her teleport herself back to the academy. It hurted me to betray my sisters, but I really needed to talk to him.

I walked toward Michael, almost losing the sight of him. I didn’t know where he was going, but teleporting myself to the unknown could cost me my life.

A few minutes later, I found Michael on his knees, on the ground, staring down at his hands. He must’ve heard a twig snap under my feet, his head snapped towards mine. He still looked so innocent and kind.

“You came.” He stood up, walking towards me.

“What do I have to lose.” His stance stood before mine, looking at me.

“Why didn’t you say anything to me when we lived together?” His tension falling off of his broad shoulders.

“I never told you because I was scared. I was scared that one day, you’d come into my room and rip my heart out my chest.” Tears made their way though my throat, causing my voice to crack.

“I grew up with you, you showed me so many things and not only did you give me a chance to be good, you were the first person who didn’t see me as the spawn of Satan. You saw me for who I was, even though you knew all about me. I would’ve never, ever hurted you.” He walked closer to me, seeing his eyes fill up with tears.

“What do you want me to say, Michael. I didn’t know what to believe, two years ago.” Tears were now dripping on my face. Words had left my mouth before I realized what I was saying.

“I loved you, Michael. I fell in love ever since the day our adoptive mother took you home. I didn’t know back then what you were, but when I found out and when you started making up all of your plans, my heart was shattered. I gave you a chance, but I was too scared to be near you. I went away and gave you this to remind you that even though I was weak to leave, that I never wanted to leave your side.” I fell on my knees, the weight from my shoulder was finally off of them after so many years. I ran my fingers along my black dress, taking a deep breath.

“I knew there was always something off about you, but seeing you stand with them. I never would’ve thought you would want me dead, because that’s all they want. If you loved, or still love me, you would know that I would never, ever hurt you, Y/N. I’m sorry about how I treated you in the past, but I am not sorry for falling in love with you.” I looked up to him, he was already looking at me, offering me his hand.

I took it, his touch made me feel safe. Even though all that he is, I did not care at all.

“Falling in love?” My lips felt like they needed to be on his desperately. His eyes looked even more blue in the dim light.

“Ever since I’ve met you, I knew what I felt for you was not only friendship. I love you so much and I’m not the type of person to say this if I don’t mean it.” His hand was now on my cheek, rubbing small circles on my jawline. Even though our height difference wasn’t extreme, I took a step closer and embraced our lips together.

His hands found their way on the back of my neck and on my waist as mine travelled to his hair and one behind his back. His lips felt heavenly on mine, almost like fire meeting ice. His devotion could be felt all the way through my body, my heart was radiating relief.

We departed to catch our breaths, my hands on the back of his neck, fiddling with his blonde curls. His hands were resting on my back, tracing lines on my back with his delicate yet strong hands.

“I love you too, Michael. And I promise you that I will never leave your side again.” He sighed and kissed me again, holding me closer to his body.

“Just stop reading my thoughts, alright?” I nodded and chuckled on his lips, kissing him desperately again.

“Alright.” I shared him my thought again, making him pull me into his embrace, wrapping his arms around my middle and never pulling back.

“I’ll find a way to get our Miss Mead back, I’m so sorry.” I whispered by his neck. His hand ran up higher to the back of my neck, nodding against my skin.

“Thank you, thank you, my love.” He rambled by my ear, holding even tighter to me.

me, too.

Me every time I write

The Night of Sorrow-Part 2!

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