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Part 2

A dark!Druig Fanfic | Druig x reader | Scream crossover

Part 1 | Masterlist |

Summary: The origins of a mysterious masked killer... who just so happens to be a god.

Note: Chap 2 is here :))) I hope you guys enjoy this story!

Warnings: mentions of blood, light gore, death, murder... lol

Wordcount: 2.5k - a little shorter but i wanted to get it out sooner

Sleep did not come easy, as the events of the night flashed in your mind, one after another, leaving you tossing and turning in bed. There was clearly no way you could fall asleep after what happened, and the murky fate that now lay just on the premise of your thoughts… you came into contact with the god of death. 

He was just a myth, a scary story told to kids to easily spook them. Horror novels and movies were born out of the lore surrounding him and his favored mask that adorned his face during his kills. He was just a halloween decoration, an adjacent theme to a favored holiday… he couldn’t possibly be real, could he? 

Your question was answered after sleep finally eluded you into a chaotic induced nightmare. Awaking with a startled scream, you sat upright, panting as you attempted to catch your breath. You had been back in the alley, the pale face of the poor blonde illuminated through the smoke by the flickering streetlight above. Golden strings of what looked like cosmic stardust had begun swirling around you, their origins coming from the dark figure who stood at the end of the alley. They had wrapped themselves around your wrists, your arms, your body until the suffocating feeling they brought with them awoke you from your sleep. 

“What is it?!” Celia screamed, as she burst into your room, a frying pan in her hands, ready to attack. She looked around, attempting to locate the danger. 

“I-I’m sorry, it was just a bad dream,” you said in between breaths. Celia lowered the frying pan, concern flickering across her features as she watched you closely. 

“Are you okay?” She asked. 

“I think so-,” you began to answer, but were quickly silenced by a burning sensation twisting around your wrist. 

“Shit!” You cried out, fumbling to turn on the lamp. Celia rushed over to help, white you held your wrist closely. Once light illuminated the room, you pulled your wrist out to examine the burn mark. 

Only it wasn’t a burn mark. A golden mark had been etched into your skin, a delicate white pattern tracing through the gold in waves. The mark flickered in the light, making it almost like a bracelet permanently clasped around your wrists.

“What the hell is that?” You asked, panic rising through you as you stared at the mark. You had seen this golden pattern before… in your dream, and on the night of the murder. Whatever this was, had to belong to the god of death… but what did it mean?

“Hold on…,” Celia responded, already heading to the door. She raced back to the kitchen island where she left the book the two of you were reading the night before, researching the god. 

“Let me see if this has any information,” she flipped through the pages. You sat closely, watching as she skimmed the foreign words on the page. Your wrist had stopped hurting, but just knowing the mark existed made your skin crawl. Whatever it meant was clearly not good… you’ve seen the movies! 

“I’m not seeing anything in here that mentions a mark… usually his victims are unsuspecting that he's on the hunt, unaware they’ve even come into contact with him… apparently it makes it more, well I don’t know how to translate this word but I would assume it means appealing.” Celia concluded. 

“Damn it.” 

“I know,” Celia muttered under her breath. She began to mention a few people you could ask, as they were more knowledgeable than her on the god of death, but you weren’t listening. No, your mind was racing for other solutions. 

“Does the book say anything at all about how to summon him?” You interrupted Celia, who now stared at you like you had 5 heads.

“Sorry, could you repeat that? I’m not sure I heard you correctly?” 

“I think if we could summon him, we could ask him? Find out more about this mark?” 

“Are you nuts?! You want to try and summon the god of DEATH… who will surely kill you once he sees you by the way, to ask why he marked you? Hello?” Celia yelled, flustered with your own remark. You hadn’t thought that fully through, you’ll admit that.

“Okay maybe not him, but what about the other gods who knew him? The eternals? Could we summon one of them and ask?” 

“Yeah I don’t think that's how it works… you don’t just summon a god, y/n…” Celia chuckled. There was a barrier between them and the humans. While many humans worshiped the old gods, no one ever actually heard from them. And they definitely didn’t summon them.

“Ugh, you’re right, I know you’re right… I just… I don’t know what else to do!” You let yourself fall back onto the pillows of your bed and let out an exasperated sigh. 

“Give me today, I’ll talk to my group at school and see if we can think of anything that this may be connected to. Just go to work and try and live like you don’t have a potential mark of death around your wrist,” Celia responded, patting your leg comfortingly. You sighed, knowing she was right. There was nothing much you could do but just pretend like everything was normal. 

You could do that… 

A few hours later you were making your way down the stairs heading to work. Unfortunately for you, there was only one way to the restaurant, which was right past the alleyway from the night before. You could walk another 35 minutes out of your way to walk around the entire square to the otherside, but it was too hot for that. 

The early morning sun was surprisingly warm against your skin. Humidity hung in the air like a wet blanket, making you squirm as you walked down the street. Yeah, there was no way you could walk that long in this heat, and you were grateful for the prescription strength deodorant that you doused yourself in this morning. 

As you approached the alleyway, the yellow caution tape caught your attention as a slight breeze ruffled it. It covered the entire alley entrance in a big X, though one could still slip through the tape if they really wanted. 

And for some reason, that's exactly what your brain told you to do. Carefully, you moved in between the tape, trying not to lose your balance and send the tape ripping off the walls of the alley. You weren’t quite sure what possessed you to do this, but some innate sense deep inside of you pulled you in. 

The stench of the alley was strong, from the trash building in the dumpsters, to the blood that still stained the concrete- a crime scene crew had yet to clean it up. Trying not to throw up, you slowly walked deeper into the alley. 

A tingling sensation caressed your wrist, pulling you out of your thoughts. It was a soft tingle, like a breeze had blown through, meeting your skin. You inhaled as the tingling moved up your arm to your shoulder, and then back down your back, stopping halfway. The hair on the back of your neck stood up, as you felt something press up against your spine. The metallic smell was back, lingering in your nose. 

Whirling around, you were met with nothing but the empty alley opening up to the street. A group of teenagers had stopped to peer through the tape, trying to see what they could spot. Panting, you stood still, hoping they didn’t see you, and that whatever was just touching you was gone. Or just in your head- that would be fine too. 

Once the teenagers had satisfied their need to see the grotesque site, you made your way back out of the alley. Whatever just happened had to be connected to the god you had run into the night before- you were sure of it as the golden band around your wrist itched- but you didn’t want to think about it, not now anyway. 

Everything was perfectly fine. Perfectly normal. 

“Y/n! There you are,” your boss, Alex, greeted you as you walked in the doors of the kitchen. Alex was a force of nature that’s for sure. They were probably the kindest person you had ever met, and yet had such a stoic nature about them, that no one took advantage of them. It was something you secretly envied. 

“Hey Alex. How was opening this morning?” Your shift started a couple of hours after opening, so you wanted to gauge how the day started, as it was usually telling how the rest of the day would go into the night. 

“It was pretty slow, you know with the murder and everything,” Alex whispered. You nodded. He had no idea just how much you knew. “I suspect the rest of the day will be just as slow. Sooo, you know what that means! It’s a perfect day to train!” 

You groaned. Alex knew how much you hated training, but they couldn’t deny you were the best. 

“This is, I’m sorry, what did you say your name was again?” Alex turned to the man standing behind him. You hadn’t noticed him at all, as he was half in the shadows. He took a step further, the light overhead shining on him like a spotlight. Your breath hitched in your throat as you saw him. He had the bluest eyes you had ever seen, contrastingly sharply against his dark pupils. He was very handsome, his chin chiseled at just the right angles, his 5 o’clock shadow highlighting his jawline. Something about him sent alarm bells in your head, yet also made you want to fall to your knees before him. He just seemed so… familiar. 

“Kieran,” he responded, smirking slightly. His voice was deep, a thick irish accent coming through. It wasn’t rare to hear someone with an accent from across the seas over in this part of town, but something about him just sent a chill down your spine. Not to mention, your golden bracelet seemed to have warmed against your skin in his presence. 

“Right, silly me. Anyways, this is Kieran. He will be serving, so I want you to train him today. Really go over the menu and our practices…” Alex continued but you stopped listening. You couldn’t break the stare you and Kieran were entranced in, his smirk only growing by the second. It was as if he knew the effect he had on you, and he was relishing in it silently before you. 

‘Hello? y/n?” Alex waved a hand in front of your face. 

“Right… train him, I got it.” You said, breaking eye contact and turning toward Alex. They offered you a small smile and a wink, before turning to Kieran. 

“You’re in good hands. Y/n is the best!”

The two shared a small exchange before Alex left you alone with the man. Kieran turned to you, the smirk returning. It annoyed you, how cocky he already was without having to utter a single word to you. 

“So, have you ever worked in a restaurant before?” You asked, grabbing a menu from the server station next to you. 

“No,” his response was short and curt. This only annoyed you even more. You beckoned him to follow you, rolling your eyes as hard as you could when your back was to him. A low chuckle came from behind you, almost as if he knew of your secret act. 

You settled into a booth next to the kitchen, allowing him to slide in across from you. 

“Okay, so first things first, you have to know the menu. The rest will be so much easier if you know what we offer. We’re a higher end restaurant, so we offer a lot of ‘fine dining’ dishes. Lots of pastas, seafood, steaks, and all of that.” You began to explain. The golden band around your wrist buzzed with energy as you talked. It was hard to focus on what you were saying, as the buzz intensified. 

Kieran sat before you looking over the menu, memorizing what dishes you guys’ offered. As he did, you pulled your phone out to see a missed text from Celia. 

Found out some more info. Meet for drinks later? 

You glanced up at Kieran as you responded. 

Sure. McCrakens? 

The Irish pub was your go to for drinks with Celia, and its atmosphere felt perfect for the conversation the two of you had to have. The pub was almost always packed out and so loud, you could barely hear your own self, let alone eavesdrop on anyone. 

Celia shot back a ‘yes 10:00 pm’ and you locked your phone, turning your attention back to Kieran. 

“Seems simple enough.” Kieran said, letting the menu fall onto the table. You nodded. There was no one else in the restaurant right now, so it was a little hard to begin any other parts of training him. 

“Where’d ya get that?” He asked, his deep voice interrupting your thoughts. He was nodding to your wrist. You looked to see what he was referring to, and realized the band of gold was on full display. 

“Oh, uh,” you scrambled for a response as you tugged the bracelet back down over your wrist that you had covering it. His eyes peered quizzically at you, his signature smirk gone. He was as serious as could be,  which made you look at him puzzled. 

“It was just a dumb thing I did at a tattoo shop,” you lied. He gave you a look that screamed that he read right through you. 

“I didn’t know they made gold ink,” he responded. You sighed, knowing there was nothing you could think of that would make sense. Instead, you decided to tell him the truth… well the half truth. 

“Alright, fine. I really don’t know. I just woke up with it this morning. My friend and I are trying to research to figure out what it means, but so far we’ve turned up nothing.” 

He stared at you intently, studying your wrist. You squirmed under his intense gaze. It was almost as if he was burning through the bracelet, the buzzing even more noticeable than before. 

“I think I may know something. Although, it’s a bit of a legend.” 

“That’s kind of the conclusion we’ve come to as well, that whatever this is has to be sort of supernatural like that.” 

You bit your lip as you tried to hold back what was about to come tumbling out of your mouth next. There was no way you could invite this man out to the pub tonight… not without him finding out you came into contact with a god. You couldn’t just go around telling anyone that sort of information. Not today. Especially not after last night's murder has been blasted all over the news, already blaming the gods. 

“I’d love too,” he said suddenly, making you jump slightly as you were pulled from your thoughts. You blinked, trying to figure out what you just asked him. 

“What?” 

“You invited me out tonight, with you and your friend.” He looked stumped. 

“No… I didn’t? Did I?” You were starting to question everything in your head just now… did you somehow let it tumble out of your mouth without realizing? 

“You did… are you okay?” He asked. You nodded, your throat suddenly too dry to talk. 

Well… there was no backing out of this now.

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A dark!Druig Fanfic | Druig x reader | Scream crossover

Summary: The origins of a mysterious masked killer... who just so happens to be a god.

Note: Prologue + Chap 1 are here :))) I hope you guys enjoy this story!

Warnings: mentions of blood, light gore, death, murder... lol

Wordcount: 3.2K

The metallic smell of blood clung to his senses, as Druig  lifted his blade high above his head, prepared to land yet another strike to the unsuspecting victim that laid below him. It was his first kill, the rage of human fragility consuming him, driving him to take matters into his own hands. Why were humans so hungry with greed, so lustful for it that they slaughtered millions to make their point known? 

Blood had already filled the streets below, flowing like a tiny creek above the pavements that weaved between now crumbling buildings. His victim would be seen as just another casualty to the war, a guard who fell to the hoards of civilians now storming the castle. They had been neglected for months, famished and homeless, littering the streets like discarded trash. Finally, they had enough, rising up against the castle and its inhabitants. 

But the guard below Druig  was far from innocent. The list of sins he had to atone for could wrap around the city twice. Druig was merely just doing a god’s work, sending the bastard to his hell a little earlier than expected. 

Druig pulled his blade out of the limp body once more, wiping the red stains on the guard's cloth that hung from his waist. Druig slid the blade back into his own boot, the cool metal a sweet relief against his hot skin. The fire ablaze through the castle halls, set by the angry citizens,  had significantly raised the temperature, a sickening heat radiating off what walls were still left standing. 

As Druig straightened, a twinkle in the doorway caught his attention. A child stood in the crumbling frame,  his mouth hung open at the sight before him. The child was half in the shadows, his features unrecognizable. Druigs’ senses told him exactly who the kid was - the deceased guard's son. Druig had to act quick, before the child found the will to scream over the ghastly sight. 

He closed his eyes  as he summoned his powers from deep in his mind. When he opened them, his eyes then turned a bright golden that reflected the fire in the torches along the wall, as he locked eyes with the child in front of him. He now had total control over the kids emotions and actions. 

“It’s okay, you’re safe. Go, find your mother.” Druig said, as he calmed the boys’ now shot nerves.  

The child nodded, turning slowly and taking off, jumping over fallen bricks and wreckage. Druig sighed, looking down once more at the guard at his feet. 

“Should have played it safe, Alexander, so your son could have a father in his life. That is very important, you know,” Druig scolded the dead man. 

Alexander had a reputation in the Byzantine town for his behavior. There were many nights after his shift that Alexander became belligerent, drunk off the spirits offered by the local distilleries, before taking advantage of any unlucky woman who happened to cross his drunken path. His  list of victims was countless, many left dead in the street for their loved ones to find. The grotesque crimes he committed  were covered up by the King, offering a bullshit lie as an explanation for Alexander’s behavior. 

Druig wasn’t the only one who wanted Alexander dead. He was just the first one to get to him, shoving him into the room where he laid now, his blood permanently marking his deathbed. 

Alexander’s son stumbled through the hallways back to his mothers room that was tucked away deep in the castle, unharmed from the civilians storming through. He was panting, trying to catch his breath as he threw open the door. His mother sat on the bed, a knife in hand as she waited for the civilians to finally reach her champers. At the sight of her son, she dropped the knife, running to him. 

“Agapi mou!” She cradled the boy in her arms, holding him close to her chest. 

“Mommy,” he said, his greek accent thick. “It’s páppa!” 

“What do you mean?” 

“He… he…” the boy didn’t have to finish his sentence. The fear and grief in his voice said everything she needed to hear. So she cradled him tighter, running her fingers through his short black hair- much like his fathers. 

As the tears fell from her eyes, landing on the top of her son's head, she heard a scream echo through the castle. She knew the mob had finally found them, tearing through the halls just outside her door. She hung onto her son tighter, praying to the gods for a savior, to spare her from the sins of the castle. 

Such fate did not come… for the gods she prayed to sat silently outside, held under Druigs’ control. 

Present Day 

Rain illuminated the soft lights of the street lamps above you as you made your way back to your apartment. The humid air was hot and heavy, making you thankful you chose to wear shorts to work tonight, instead of your normal jeans. 

It was 12 a.m., not an ideal time to be out walking alone, but you didn’t have much of a choice. Living in the city was expensive enough, adding a car note on top of that was unimaginable on a waiter's salary. You made enough to get by and afford a nice, spacious apartment, and practically everything you needed was in walking distance… so it truly wasn’t that bad. You knew the route like the back of your hand, and never once felt uncomfortable… 

… that is, until a loud thud echoed down the alley way you just passed. It was loud enough to catch your attention, making you stop dead in your tracks. A muffled grunt followed, and you almost continued on, assuming it was just someone finding their place to sleep for the night. But yet another muffled sound caught your attention. 

“Help…” it was said in a quiet, hushed tone, just barely audible over the sprinkle of rain hitting the pavement. You pulled your phone out, turning the flashlight on as bright as it would go. 

This was dumb and you knew it, but you also knew you couldn’t live with yourself if you didn’t try and help whoever called out. Inhaling a shaking breath, you began to slowly disappear into the darkness of the alley, getting your phone ready to call the emergency line just in case.  

A metallic smell filled the air the further you walked, making you slightly nauseous. A buzzing filled your veins as you breathed in, which only made you more nervous. You had heard of various instances around the city of people feeling this buzz, smelling the metallic air, before coming into contact with god magic.

God magic was a deadly substance to humans who  lingered in the presence of the god on earth. Inhale too much of it and your lungs begin to collapse, as they fight for pure earthly oxygen. The presence of god magic lingering, meant a god had just been here… and that wasn’t a good sign. 

Quickly, you pulled your hand up to cover your nose, hoping it would be enough to block out the air. As you did so, a gleam on the pavement caught your eye, as the light from your phone bounced off of it. 

A puddle of red sat ahead of you, pooling thickly out from behind the lone dumpster sat in the middle of the alley. Your breath hitched in your throat as your mind raced with every worse case scenario that could be laid out before you. 

Worst case, it was human blood, belonging to the innocent victim of the god at hand- and boy, were the gods ruthless with their victims. Best case, it was just an animal sacrifice… something a lot easier to stomach. 

You prayed silently for the latter as you crept closer. The buzzing only intensified the closer you got to the source of the blood, causing a slight pounding in your head. 

“Oh… oh my god,” you whispered as you finally rounded the edge of the dumpster. To your dismay, it was not an animal at all, but the blonde you had just served at the restaurant not too long ago. She was out with friends, celebrating her 21st birthday. Her once white dress was now shredded, dyed  with the dark red of her blood that now inked the pavement below. The shredded marks of her dress matched the shredded skin of her stomach, as if she had been gutted. 

You couldn’t stop the vomit now raising through your body. Turning around you emptied the contents of your stomach onto the wet pavement. You had never seen such a gruesome sight in person- it was nothing like the movies. 

Tears fell from your eyes as you quickly hit the call button on your phone. An operator answered instantly, asking for your location. 

“H-hi… I’m at the alley between 5th and Steel Avenue… I just, oh god I don’t even know if I can put it into words… I just discovered a dead body…” You answered the ladies' questions as best as you could between the sobs escaping your throat. 

“Is there anyone else with you?” The operator asked, as she began to get an ambulance and the police on route to your location. 

“Uh… no,” you said, confidently, as you looked around to see an empty alley. One end opened to the sidewalk and the street you were just on, the occasional car passing by on the street. The other end led to a brick wall, graffitied with local street art. 

“Are you sure?” The operator asked again, this time with an edge to her voice that wasn’t there before. The hairs on the back of your neck stood at her tone, making you look around once more. 

“Um…,” you whispered, suddenly hyper aware of every sound and moving shadow. A rock skidded across the pavement at the dead end, causing you to turn your attention to the graffitied brick wall. 

An outline of a dark shadow stood at the end, a flash of white around their face bounced off the flashlight still on your phone. You stood still, absolutely petrified of whatever being stood just as still as you. 

The buzzing appeared back in your veins and the smell of rusted iron returned. You were stunned as a flash of gold briefly flickered through the air. An overwhelming flood of emotions roared through you, rendering you unable to move, as if your feet were stuck in quicksand. Tears welled in your eyes, but didn’t fall, as if something held them there. Flashes of your life played in your mind, as you accepted your fate that you were next. 

But just as suddenly as it happened, the feeling was gone, replaced by the blaring lights and sirens that now filled the alley. The lights made their way to the brick wall, where absolutely nothing appeared. 

A cry escaped your throat as you dropped to your knees. 

One thing was certain…  

… you were just in the presence of a god. 

** 

A few hours later you were slugging your way up the stairs to your apartment, the events of the evening weighing on you heavily. You had run out of tears a while ago, as you sat in the detective's office going over and over and over what had happened in varying degrees of detail. 

“You’re sure you heard nothing? Saw nothing? That has to be impossible… No one you passed looked suspicious?” The detective's voice echoed in your mind as you unlocked the apartment door.  

A soft purr brought you out of your thoughts, as your cat sat patiently  by the front door, mewing softly. She hadn’t had food in hours, as you were later than usual getting home. 

“Oh Mr. Jinx, I’m sorry,” you whispered, stooping down to pet him. He leaned into your palm, rubbing his tiny head against it. “Come on, let’s get you some food.”

“Where have you been?!” A shrill voice made you jump back into the door, scaring mr. Jinx down the hall. 

“God, Celia… don’t yell so loud,” you mumbled, gripping your temples. 

“Y/N… there was a murder near your restaurant! I haven’t heard from you at all since your shift ended… you can’t be mad at me for being worried. What? You look like you’ve seen a ghost…” Celia trailed off as she poured herself a glass of wine. 

“I saw it…,” you whispered, settling at the breakfast bar in the half kitchen. Celia’s wine stopped mid-pour as her eyes locked with yours. 

“What…?” She whispered back, still trying to process what you just said. You nodded your head, unable to make direct contact with her for long. Your tears had tried long ago, making this a lot easier to talk about now, then hours ago sitting in that tiny gray room. 

“Shit, you need this more than I do,” Celia responded, topping off her glass before sliding it to you. It only took you three seconds to down it, earning a low whistle from Celia. You were not a wine drinker, but tonight was different. 

“There's more…,” you trailed off. If there was anyone you were going to mention the god thing to, it was Celia. Definitely not the detectives, and not the media who had swarmed the crime scene within minutes of detectives arriving. 

“What?” Celia pressed, itching for you to spill what you knew. 

“I know this is going to sound crazy but… I think I have an idea who did it.” 

Celia looked at you quizzically. 

“When I was approaching her body, I felt this… buzzing,” Celia’s sharp breath interrupted you, as she gasped. The fact that she already knew where you were going with this, meant your gut was right for telling her. 

“It went away once I found her… but then it came back and I saw something. I’m not sure exactly what I saw… but it had a white face-”

“Oh my god!” Celia interrupted, taking off to her room. Celia often studied the mythology of the old world in her free time. She had a library full of books in her closet dedicated to this study. It was something unique about Celia that you enjoyed… Everyone else was perfectly content leaving the mythology behind after The Fall in the early days, when the gods departed, letting humanity crumble and rebuild into what it is today. In fact, many don’t even believe the gods ever existed, the only evidence of them being in the stories passed down, or an occasional destroyed relic found here and there across the globe. 

Celia came back out supporting a thick book in her arms. It looked old and heavy, with a permanent layer of dust settled on top of it. 

“Would you be able to recognize what you saw if you saw it again?” Celia asked, letting the book slam with a thud on the kitchen counter next to you. As expected, a cloud of dust filled the air. 

“I think so, but I didn’t get a good look. There was a small flash of gold before it felt like I came too again,” you explained, coughing as the dust cloud settled in the air. Celia nodded, flipping through the pages. 

“Okay, did it look like any of these?” She asked, settling on a page that was in another language. A drawing was nestled at the bottom, depicting a group of 10 individuals. None of them looked familiar, and you couldn’t read the text next to each person to try and figure it out. 

“No… it was just a shadow, with this glimmering white face. I could smell the magic radiating off of it.” 

“Did you hear anything?” Celia asked, as she began flipping through the book again. 

“No… I couldn’t even hear my own thoughts… everything just went silent, and then I got this rush of emotions, that was when its eyes flashed gold and I was back in reality.” 

Celia stopped mid page flip, turning slowly to look at you. Her eyes looked distant, like she wasn't actually looking at you, but trying to hold on to her train of thought. You waited patiently for her to figure out the pieces. 

After a few seconds, she started furiously flipping through the pages, heading back to the 10 figures from before. 

“Okay, so these are the eternals, they were a group of gods who once lived here, protecting the civilians of the old world… until something happened and they split, causing this one, right here, to go rogue. He held the other eternals under his capture… You see, he has the ability to control others with his mind. He can influence someone's emotions, actions, etc., but just getting into your head. Well when he went rogue, the lore goes he began this maddening killing spree- that the weight of humanity had crushed him, creating this monster-” Celia paused to flip a few pages forward. “Here… the masked being you see here…that was him. He donned a mask made from the skin of his first victim- Alexander the Great-, and then went on this spree of murdering all the corrupt and evil people in the empire at the time. There isn’t much to what happened to him and the other gods after this spree…, it just kind of ends there, which is why many of us think he actually still resides here on earth, especially with the rise of common people feeling this god magic you felt tonight. Maybe he found a new mask, to be unrecognizable? I’m sure some dead guys’ flesh from the old world wouldn’t hold up all that well…” Celia ended with a chuckle. 

“Anyways, his name is Druig, and he usually is associated with gold too- all of the eternals are. It's unique to them, compared to the other gods of the old world. A cosmic sort of magic that isn’t of this world. But the flood of emotions, and you feeling like you’re in another reality during it… that makes me really think it's him.” 

You sat, digesting all the information Celia just gave you, overlooking the paper she was reading from. There was another drawing, this one more detailed. It depicted the god, standing before a dead body, a knife in hand. 

“Wait… does it say how the victims of his spree were killed?” You asked, holding your breath as you waited for Celia to translate the old Greek text. 

“Yes… a sheath- so, like a knife… wait- what's that look for…” Celia trailed off as she noticed your face drain of color. 

“The girl tonight… I mean I don’t know for sure, but it looked as if her… body had been slashed.” You choked out the words, as the images of her torn dress and skin came back in your mind. 

“Woah… Okay, so this could definitely be him then,” Celia muttered. 

You sat, staring at the masked drawing in the book. This didn’t make sense… he was still in the alley when you were there, yet he let you live. 

“Does it say anything else about him that might be helpful to know?” You asked. Celia read through the pages, her finger tracking as she translated the text. 

“Just that anyone who comes into contact with him doesn’t have long to live…,” Celia trailed off, as she connected the dots of what she just read to your current reality. 

“Oh shit…,” she closed the book, turning her full attention to you. 

“Yeah… oh shit.”

Part 2

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𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚂𝚗𝚘𝚠 - b.b. Synopsis.

A Dark Disney Retelling of Snow White and the Huntsman ft. The Winter Soldier as The Huntsman.

Dark Disney Retellings Masterlist

Project Snow. A new Hydra project set out to replace the deteriorating Winter Soldier. You were given over to the project by your father, who feared your keen intelligence, and wanted it under control. After months of torture disguised as training, and various tests, you managed to escape the Hydra Camp and set off into the woods of Germany.

A village, located deep in the black forest, took you in without hesitation. You continued your training in silence, preparing for the day Hydra found you.

The Winter Soldier set out on his new mission, to bring you back to Hydra's main base in Russia, dead or alive. Only, he wasn't expecting you to be a  солдат (soldier) like him. He wrestles with what to do, as his fragmented mind breaks again, allowing his normal self, James Bucky Barnes, to peek through.

Will he return you to Hydra as the ultimate sacrifice to break him from this spell? Or will his humanity save the both of you?

Coming March 20th, 2024

Warnings: This story will contain graphic descriptions of torture, violence and gore, possible smut scenes (undecided), cursing, brief mentions of reader being nearly emaciated as a result of torture.

The idea behind the German setting is a nod to the original story of Snow White written by the Brothers Grimm. The languages used mostly in this story still fall in Russian and Romanian

I am not responsible for your media consumption beyond my warnings.

I do not own the characters of Bucky Barnes or The Winter Soldier, I do however own the character of Reader, who is entirely my creation. While she is based off of Snow White, she is not an exact replica, and is not a princess. This is a reteling, there will be similarities and also major differences.

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God of Death - Summary and Masterlist

A dark!Druig Fanfic | Druig x reader | Scream crossover

summary: After witnessing the aftermath of a murder one night after work, you also witness the presence of a god... a god who had supposedly left earth centuries ago, after a rogue killing spree that ended an empire. Only this god let you walk away... alive but marked by his god magic. With the help of your best friend, the two of you attempt to track down him down and understand more of the mark permanently inked in gold on your skin... and also to confront him about the murder of course.

Masterlist:

Teaser / Prologue

Part 1 - Jan 1, 2024

Part 2 - Jan 13, 2024

Part 3- Jan 21, 2024

Part 4? Undecided how many parts this will actually be lol

Note: happy holiday tumblr besties! I plan to make a full return to writing after the new year... starting where it all began: my baby Druig. I hope you guys enjoy this dark Druig fic, I'm going to post a teaser soon to hold you over! The idea for this struck just randomly and I knew I had to turn it into a story. Ive been working on it for a few months now, and finally feel ready to share it with everyone <3

In the mean time, my asks and my requests are always open!

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Hi! I had a request for your cruel summer event if you don’t mind :)

Kate Bishop x fem!Reader, Wildest Dreams (like, all of it?), fluff/smut

Totally fine if you don’t want to!

“She said “let’s get out of this town, drive out from the city, away from the crowds” | “She’s so tall and handsome as hell, she’s so bad but she does it so well” | “You'll see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Burning it down Someday when you leave me I bet these memorie Follow you around | “Say you'll remember me Standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just pretend”

note: this is a part of my Cruel Summer (Marvel's Version) Project, running all summer long. "totally fine if you don't want to", nonnie how could i NOT?! I also was unaware how popular kate is for fics on here rn, so I will be hyperfixating hard thank youuuuu. Clearly I am using your ask nonnie to manifest tf out of some romance in my life that I am so lacking hahahah. anyways, I hope you enjoy bby! <3

wordcount: 1.7k

trope / pairing: kate bishop x Fem Reader , fluff&smut

warnings: smutty smut smut at the end, but like a sweet smut (still 18+ tho)

Materslist | Marvel Masterlist | Cruel Summer (Marvel's Version) Masterlist |

The full moon hung low in the sky, cascading the entire highway in a bath of moonlight. The sight was breathtaking, and Kate couldn’t decide which view she liked more- you sitting in the passenger seat, or the illuminated landscape before you two. 

It had been her idea to leave the city in the dead of night and take a drive until you found a secluded spot for just the two of you. It had come to her when she saw you leaning on the balcony talking to Clint, overlooking the city. The sun was setting, casting a glow around you. You were so pretty, she knew she had to get you by yourself. 

You were still in your attire from the charity event earlier, Kate in her sleek black suit, and you in your matching black dress. It was Kate’s favorite dress on you, as it hugged your curves in all her favorite ways. The two of you were still thriving off the energy of the charity event, unable to sleep, which is how the two of you ended up in Kate's car. 

You instantly agreed, knowing damn well you’d follow her anywhere she wanted to go- especially in that suit. The way the dark material softened her pale skin made her look incredible. A sight before your eyes. 

“Where are we even going?” You asked, a giggle following. If you knew Kate at all, you knew she had a plan. It may have been a loose one, but a plan none-the-less.

“Okay, so I remember seeing this cute little dinner a few towns over on my way back from the last mission, and I just knew I had to take you. So that’s what we're doing, were finding the diner.” Kate responded, looking to you hopeful. You stared at her, before busting out in laughter. 

“Kate! It is the middle of the night!”

“It’s open 24 hours!” Kate defended herself, laughing with you. 

“Do you remember anything else besides it being a ‘couple towns over’?” 

“I remember it was pink and blue, like a ‘50’s themed diner, and that its open 24 hours. That is about it,” Kate responded. 

“Alright, mission received, Hawkeye.” You saluted her, and turned your attention to the deserted highway. 

There was nothing but trees in either direction, making it difficult to see far off in the distance. That didn’t stop you from trying though. The nearest exit was still five miles away, so you waited patiently for the signs showing local food spots off the exit, while trying to peer through the dark woods blanketing the highway. 

Finally, a sign appeared, illuminated under some lights. 

MCDONALDS 0.2 mi 

DANS DINER o.3 mi 

“Oh, look! There’s a dinner off this exit, should we try it?” You said, hopeful. 

“Yeah, yeah lets do it!” 

As the exit approached, Kate veered off, following the sign until the Diner appeared. It was decorated in browns and gold-  clearly decorated by a man without a single interior design bone in his body. Kate grimaced as she looked it over.  The parking lot was dark, with only a single, flickering street light on the property. The diner was empty, save for the cook who stared menacingly out the windows. You swallowed a gulp, afraid he’d hear it even through the glass. 

“Definitely not this one,” she said, turning the car around. 

“Oh, thank god,” you whispered. The diner did not look the friendliest, or the cleanest for that matter. 

“There’s definitely at least one family of roaches in there,” you said, earning a laugh from Kate. 

“Oh at least, but definitely more.”

The two of you drove for another hour, pulling off at any diner you spotted. None of them were even remotely close, all decorated horribly and didn’t look the least bit appealing. The search was becoming exhausting, and you were starving by this point. You were just about to ask Kate if you could turn back, maybe stop somewhere else, but she suddenly slammed on the breaks. 

“Kate! What are you doing, you’re in the middle of the road, you can’t just stop like this!” You yelled, frantically looking behind you to make sure no cars were coming.

“I found it!” She squealed, pointing. Just ahead stood a tall sign, lit with neon that read “Callie’s Diner”. Below, sat a quaint little dinner, brightly lit with multiple guests eating there. 

“Oh my god we found it!” You smiled. Your stomach rumbled just then, as if echoing your statement. With that, Kate began driving again, veering off at the exit. 

She parked the car in the lot, and the two of you got out. It was just how Kate described it, like a time capsule from the 50’s. The booths were light blue and pink, matching the painted walls. Bright green plants sat in the corners, giving the place a lively feel to it. There was one waitress, who moved around on roller skates between the kitchen and the booths. 

“Woah, this is so cool!” You said, as the two of you settled into an empty booth. 

“Isn’t it? I knew you’d love it.” Seeing Kate enthusiastic about something she wanted to show you warmed your heart. The simple fact that she saw a place and instantly thought of you was enough to reassure any fears you may have had. 

Kate was definitely the greatest thing to ever happen to you, and the feeling was mutual. She loved the way you could light up a room with just your smile, how contagious your laugh was. The way you drummed your fingers against any surface near you when you were bored. She loved every little thing about you, and couldn’t wait to spend the rest of her life with you. 

The two of you ordered food and some milkshakes, and scarfed everything down in what should have been a record time. Driving and searching really exasperated the two of you. But no matter how tired or starving the two of you were, you couldn’t help but have fun, just enjoying being in each others company. Kate had stuck her finger in the whip cream of the milkshake, before bopping you on the nose, leaving remnants of whip cream on it. You scoffed, mocking offense, before attempting to do the same thing back. It just ended with Kate getting whip cream in her hair and on her suit- which just led to her laughing even harder. 

Kate paid, and tipped the waitress, and the two of you walked back out to the car. It was still dark out, the kind of dark that is seemingly the darkest, just before the sun begins to rise. The parking lot was flooded in light from the street lamp, creating a perfect little haven out in the car. By now, the rest of the lot was empty, save for the employee cars on the side. 

“What now?” You asked Kate. 

“I have an idea,” Kate smiled sheepishly, before jumping in the backseat. You giggled, knowing exactly where her mind went. The two of you hadn’t had alone time in weeks, since Kate got sent on an extended mission across the country, 

Kate folded the seats down with some effort, as the left one always loves to get stuck, and brought you close in her arms. Her soft lips found yours with urgency as she let her hands run all over your body. Your hands made your way into her hair, tugging ever so slightly as she deepened the kiss. A moan reverberated through your body as her tongue danced with yours. 

Her hand slipped the straps of your dress off, moving to take it all the way off. A breath hitched in her throat at the lacy garments you wore underneath, anticipating this moment from the moment you got dressed earlier. 

“So beautiful,” she whispered, moving to kiss down your neck, and then your chest. Another moan escaped you as you rolled your head back, her teeth nipping gently at your skin. You moved to straddle her lap, while taking her jacket off. 

The two of you undressed each other fairly quickly,  not wanting to waste a single second. As she tugged your lacy silk underwear to the side, she slipped a finger in between the folds of you, your wet slick coating your fingers. 

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” Kate praised, as she began to rub you gently. The feeling was euphoric as she  worked around your clit, her fingers finding their way inside you. You shuddered out a gasp as she pushed another finger inside. 

“Oh god,” you moaned. 

“You feel so good,” Kate moaned back, her breath hot against your own. She pushed you down gently, moving slowly as she made her way down your chest, leaving a trail of soft kisses. Her mouth was soft against your skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. A blush crept up on your cheeks. No matter how many times she had seen you like this, you were always nervous. 

Sensing your nervousness, she gave your hand a squeeze, before dipping her head between your thighs. The sight itself was almost enough to send you over the edge, as she looked up at you. Her tongue worked its way around your heat, as she lapped you up- the taste of you exquisite against her tongue. 

“Oh, god Kate, that feels amazing,” you whispered, reaching out to try and grab anything to cling to. Of course, there was nothing in her car aside from supplies from past missions, so you reached down to grab her hair instead, pulling her even closer to you. She moaned against you, glancing up to see your reaction. 

“Fuck, Kate, I’m going to -” You couldn’t finish, as the familiar euphoric feeling rushed over you, your body spasming underneath the grip Ktae had on your waist. She held you down firmly, determined to let you ride your high all the way, until you were left panting and numb on her face. 

 She grinned as she moved to be above you, kissing you passionately. 

“Come back to me, baby,” she whispered, her palm resting softly on your cheek. You leaned into her touch, trying your hardest to smile. Exhaustion overcame you as you laid helplessly beneath her. She grinned, leaning down to kiss your lips once more before putting her shirt back on. 

“We will definitely be finishing this in the morning after a good night's sleep,” she said, finding your dress. She helped slip it over your shoulders, and down your body, the ghost of her fingertips sending shivers down your spine. 

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𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚂𝚗𝚘𝚠 - 1

A Dark Disney Retelling of Snow White and the Huntsman ft. The Winter Soldier as The Huntsman.

Dark Disney Retellings Masterlist | Synopsis

Warnings: This story will contain graphic descriptions of torture, violence and gore, possible smut scenes (undecided), cursing, brief mentions of reader being nearly emaciated as a result of torture.

Wordcount: 2.3k

Note: ahhhh it's here!! I can't wait to unfurl this project for you guys! <3 There are rough Russian translations at the end, I'm sorry if it's innacurate lol, I banked on google translate for this one. Enjoy my loves!

The cold metal erupted a fire against your raw skin, the red marks from the lashings earlier a grotesque sight against the stark white of the room. Your skin had attempted to stitch itself together, but the process was slow and painful, as you could feel each individual cell regenerating into flesh. 

And yet not a sound escaped you. Your life depended on the silence of your movements.

There weren’t many rules in Hydra’s camp, but the most important was that you kept quiet, silent during it all. How else were you supposed to become a master assassin if you couldn’t silently handle pain? Their methods were unorthodox, but damn did they work. The first time you screamed, a volt of electricity ran through your body, locking your muscles in a painful grip. They continued, until your screams turned to groans, then turned to silent tears. 

It had only been six months since your father had told you he enlisted you in this program. For the country, he had said. For your people. You wondered often if he knew the pain you were subjected to here. You’d like to think he didn’t, for your sanity’s sake. 

“Up, now.” One of the guards' voices echoed as he entered the room your cage was held in. You stood determined, despite the pain that erupted through your muscles as you moved. Quiet as a mouse, you held your head high, awaiting whatever order followed. 

“Good girl,” another voice said, a short stocky man entering behind the guard. You didn’t recognize him, which meant he was an operative of Hydra, sent to check in on your training. He smirked as he looked you over. Your skin had turned alabaster white from the lack of sun and the cocktail of chemicals they injected daily. Your jet black hair was stringy, dehydrated from the lack of moisture. Your skin laid over your bones like paper, weakening by the days from the lack of food and intense physical training. You resembled a shell of your old self, which is exactly what Hydra wanted. 

“I hear you’ve been doing well,” his accent was different from the guards and trainers in the facility. He was English. His voice was deceptively gentle thanks to his accent, unlike the harsh Romanian and Russian the other guards spoke. 

“That’s good. It means we’re doing something right.” The smirked returned, making your skin crawl. He paused, for what reason you weren’t entirely sure. A beat passed before he decided to fill you in. 

“I have news, dear. You’re ready for the next phase. See, phase 1 was all about your endurance, and your initiation into a nearly immortal existence. We had to prepare you and your body for the job of a silent killer, a silent operative, if you will. You’ve proven beyond a doubt you can handle the kind of work you will be used for. Now we move to phase 2. You’ve heard the stories of our current Winter Soldier, yes?” 

How could you not. You were reminded of him constantly, compared to him with every task you failed or completed. Of course he had an advantage over you- a robotic limb and a manipulated brain that could be controlled with words. They refused to do that to you. They wanted you pristine and willing to submit. The true feminine version of him in all accords except one. The very first night you were here, they had brought you into the Red Room, a multipurpose training room in this facility. It started with an operation, ending one of the feminine qualities about you. They didn’t want to risk the effects the chemicals would have on any offspring you may one day produce. Later the room was used for training on grace and your ability to move in silence like in a ballet. The irony was not lost on you. 

You stayed silent to the English operatives' questions  as you’ve been instructed to do. It was yet another test. One you passed with ease. 

“Wow. You all truly have trained her well. I’m impressed. Anyway, darling, Phase 2 is now about strength- mental and physical. I’m not sure if you’ve looked in the mirror lately,” he paused to chuckle at his own humiliating joke. “But you’re not exactly buff. Far from it. Phase two will be about returning your strength and power back to you. The torment is over, you can rest now. You will be given a training room with equipment to use at your will to regain your muscle, while enduring mental tests to strengthen your mind, like puzzles. You like puzzles don’t you?” 

It sounded too good to be true. You knew better than to give into the false hope of an easier training phase. Either the operative truly had no knowledge of the camp you were in, or he took pleasure into tormenting you even more with the promise of a release from torment. You assumed it was the latter. 

He continued on with the details of your next training phase, as you stood silently, looking straight ahead. The guards behind him had a nasty smirk as he spoke. There was no way the operative was this clueless, you decided, which led to a stray tear falling onto your cheek at the thought of what new torment you were about to endure. 

“Don’t cry dear, this is all for the greater good. You’ll see.” He said, reaching through the bars to place a calloused thumb over your tear. His grip was firm as he wiped it away, and it took everything in you to stand completely still. 

He left with a few words to the guards on how to initiate this next phase. When they were out of sight, you slunk down in the cage, curling into a fetal position. You had to find a way to escape. You knew you couldn’t take much more of whatever training they were about to give you. 

It was that night that a plan formed in your mind, flawless in execution that was bound to work. It was a gift given from the gods above. 

Midnight struck with an eerie silence that echoed across the base. The lock to your cage had been picked, the door left ajar. The room was empty, and the guards stationed outside of the door stood confused, wondering where you went. 

“Subject 340 is missing, I repeat, subject 340 is missing,” the guard said into his mic, as he illuminated the room with the flashlight attached to his gun. The room was without a doubt empty. You had hid in the shadows behind the door, waiting for the guards to do their midnight check on you. As they entered the room, you slipped behind them through the door, taking off silently down the hall. 

Red flashing lights and sirens erupted following the command of the base leader, yelling for every guard to be on the hunt. Your bare feet padded silently down the hall as you ran,  using the red blinks as a guide. The hall slinked around into a centralized area, where you knew from your intelligence training that a group of guards would be stationed, waiting for you. 

There was a small opening in the wall next to you- a vent. You slunk through, following the narrow hall until it opened up to another hallway. You weaved in and out of various halls and vents, making it closer and closer to the exit you needed. 

Like a ghost in the night, you dodged guards, cameras, and motion sensors. It was rather easy, your small neglected frame helping to slip through the crawl spaces and vents without any evidence you were there. 

Finally, you made it to the vent you knew would bring you to the outside. It was almost too easy, as you dove through, crawling until you made it to the other side. Popping out the vent, you winced at the cold air that blew through, and another siren began to blare. It was the breached siren. You hurried out into the cold, taking off to the direction of the treeline. 

You were careful in how you stepped, ensuring footprints were not left behind you. It was a dance you knew all too well, mimicking the pattern you were taught in the Red Room.

In the end, it was their own tests and training that helped you escape under their noses.

“What do you mean you lost her?” Your father boomed, his voice echoing off the walls of his war room. His face was red with anger, as he stared down the Hydra operative who had come to give him the bad news. It should have been Alexander Pierce before your father, relaying the vital information. Instead, he sent a lowly operative, resorting to hiding in his compound like the weak coward he was. It was a trait your father despised- cowardice. 

“That is all the information I have, sir.” 

“Where is Pierce?” Your father demanded, slamming his hand on the table before him. The operative flinched slightly in response. 

“To my knowledge, he is investigating her disappearance.” 

Your father shook his head, mulling over what his next steps would be. Anger boiled through his veins. He warned them to keep a close eye on you. He knew your intelligence surpassed whatever they expected, and your determination would outrank whatever test they gave you. It was why they wanted you, and why he let you go. Your intelligence would one day outrank him if left uncontrolled, you were a threat to him and his position on the council. Hydra had succeeded so well with The Winter Soldier, he had no doubt they would succeed with you. It turns out he was wrong, and if there was one thing he despised more than cowardice, it was being wrong. 

You, after months of training, left alone to do as you please terrified your father. He visibly paused as the thought erupted into a beautiful plan. 

“Tell Pierce to send The Winter Soldier after her. He’ll find her faster than any of our men can combined. It’s the only way we can ensure she is found and returned… tell him by whatever means necessary.” Your father said, looking the operative in the eyes as he delivered his message firmly. 

The unnamed hydra operative nodded, saluting your father before retreating from the room. 

The operative now stood before Pierce, in his own war and council. room. He had delivered the news just as your father had given it to him. Pierce just looked at him with wild eyes, unsure he heard the operative clearly. 

“He wants us to unleash the Winter Soldier on her? Does he know that means her fate is sealed once she comes into contact with him?” Pierce asked, eyeing the operative with a curious look. A man sending a killing machine after his own daughter did not sound right- not even to the head of Hydra. 

“He said ‘by whatever means necessary’,” the operative replied. 

Pierce nodded. 

“Let’s go find him then.” 

It was easy to find The Winter Soldier’s hide out this time around. He had resided in an apartment just north of the city. He lived simply, with skeletons of furniture decorating it. Pierce sat in the dark, awaiting his return from his day in the city. 

He was no longer The Winter Soldier at this moment, his alter persona turned off. Right now, he was just James Buchanon Barnes, a Romanian citizen who lived a quiet life. He had gone to the markets, buying various fresh fruits and vegetables to use for a dinner he planned to make that night. 

When he returned to his apartment, he sensed something was off before he even opened the door. It was his decades of training that led him to approach carefully, opening the door slowly and silently, before proceeding into the apartment. 

He avoided the floor boards that creaked, setting the bag of fruits down as quietly as he could on the kitchen counter. 

It was then he recognized why he felt the way he did. Alexander Pierce sat just beyond the kitchen wall, illuminated only by the lights from outside the window to the left of him. He had yet to see Bucky’s presence, which would give Bucky the upper hand had he wanted to attack. 

Instead, he slunk around the corner of the kitchen into the dining room, catching Pierce’s attention. 

“Ah! James! There you are.” Pierce said, his tone friendly. Bucky sat quietly before him, waiting for Pierce to get to why he was really here. 

“We have a new mission for you.” 

“For me or for the Winter Soldier?” Bucky asked, his voice tight. He hated the transition to and from the Winter Soldier. It left him in ruins, a bit more fucked up than he was before. Not to mention the mental switch with the final word spoken hurt like a bitch. 

“I think you know the answer to that by now James.” 

Bucky sighed. He wasn’t in a position he could refuse, bound by the spell of words. Pierce pushed forward a glass of whiskey before him, offering him an outlet of relief. Bucky reluctantly picked up the glass, knocking back the warm liquid with ease. 

“Can you at least tell me the mission before the switch?” Bucky asked, hopeful for a little autonomy in the situation. 

“You know I can’t do that either, James.” Pierce responded. He actually looked empathetic with his response. 

Bucky lowered his head, waiting for Pierce to begin the cantation of words, waiting for the mental switch up into the Winter Soldier. 

“Желаниe, pжавый,” The cantation began, a piercing sound echoing in Bucky’s mind. 

“Семнадцать, рассвет, Печь,”

He grunted at the feeling erupting through his body. 

“Девять, Доброкачественные, Возвращение домой, Один, грузовой вагон.” 

Something snapped within Bucky’s psyche. He was no longer the gentle and calm James Buchanon Barnes. No. He was the silent ghost of an assassin. 

“я готов отвечать” 

He was The Winter Soldier.

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Masterlist

Hi! This is my new project! I'll be writing dark disney retellings ft various marvel characters! I am so excited for this as these stories all are what inspired me to write in the first place. I want to finish the stories completely before posting so I don't get stuck and leave you hanging. They will fall in 3 parts: Intro, Middle, and End to keep them short but intriguing for more!

I am currently writing these stories, but below are a list of characters you can look forward to seeing very soon!

Also, my ask box will be open for conversations, ideas, and requests for this!

Snow White // Winter Soldier

Brave // Druig

Little Mermaid // Sam

Rapunzel // ??

Cinderella // Steve

Alice in Wonderland // Wanda ??

Sleeping Beauty // ??

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I would love to see a ‘this is me trying’ where it’s the reader and Bucky getting each other through hard times and they take turns with the song. Like ‘Pouring out my heart to a stranger, But I didn't pour the whiskey’ could be Buckys mandated therapy and ‘They told me all of my cages were mental, So I got wasted like all my potential’ could be about the reader and maybe depression/ anxiety. I just know they would be each other rock during hard times.

This Is Me Trying - b.b.

They told me all of my cages were mental | So I got wasted like all my potential | Pouring out my heart to a stranger | But I didn't pour the whiskey

note: this is a part of my Cruel Summer (Marvel's Version) Project, running all summer long. I think I may have focused a bit too much on Bucky than I did the reader as far as the lyric analysis goes buttttt I still hope you like it ! This is what came to my mind while listening to the song while writing. Bucky and reader would def be eachother's rocks, and he would def be vulnerable and soft with her!

wordcount: 2.5k

trope / pairing: bucky x Fem Reader , hurt comfort.

warnings: drunk creeps at the bar, the internal struggles of a relationship

Materslist | Marvel Masterlist | Cruel Summer (Marvel's Version) Masterlist |

Bucky 

For once, the couch wasn’t the most uncomfortable part of today's therapy session. It was usually the bane of his existence, the scratchy material somehow poking him even through the thick cloth of his pants, distracting him from whatever Dr. Raynor was discussing. But not today. No, today, Bucky’s focus was solely on the doctor, the way her lips formed around the words that were waiting to land with a sting. 

“I want you to do something for me, James,” Dr. Raynor said, her head falling to the side as she held his attention. 

“I want you to think of everyone you have in your life right now who is there for you. It doesn’t matter how little or how many people come to mind… but there must be at least one. Someone who you know you can always count on, even through the memories that plague you, who knows all of your secrets, who you trust.” The last word hit with an intensity that had even the winter soldier squirming in his seat. 

Trust was not something Bucky had. Not after Steve. Everything Dr. Raynor just described, was who Steve used to be to Bucky, and she knew it. That was the point. Steve was now gone, and Bucky had to accept that, and have a new rock. 

“And what if I can’t think of anyone?” Bucky asked, his tone short and snipped. 

“You expect me to sit here and believe there is not a single person who does not have your back?” She asked again. Her tone said everything. She knew. She knew about the one person he kept a secret, who knew the parts of him he kept hidden. He stared at the doctor quizzically, before leaning forward on his elbows.

“How do you know,” he whispered gruffly, careful of his word choice. There were always eyes and ears in the building, aimlessly looking for new information. He was not about to divulge his deepest secret that easily. 

“James, you seem to forget that I myself was highly ranked in the Army. I know my way around sourcing out information.” She responded, still patiently watching him as she waited for him to continue. 

“I swear to god-”

“Let me stop you right there. Rest assured she is safe, her location undisclosed, I don’t even know her name. But I know there is someone, and I know it is a girl. So tell me about this person. This is a safe space, James. Nothing you say leaves this room, or else you could actually sue me.” 

Bucky contemplated this for a moment, before settling back into the scratchy couch. His mind wandered once more to her. To you. To the smell of your hair when you pull him in for a hug. To the way your arms wrap tightly around his waist, gripping his shirt slightly in the process. To the way your breathing softens when you're in his embrace, as if you feel perfectly safe. 

He had met you in a bar, of all places. It was a bar Sam had dragged him to, attempting to get him to socialize. Bucky stayed at the bar top all night, downing whiskey after whiskey, while Sam flitted about with a blonde who was very interested in what Captain America was up to tonight. Buvky had rolled his eyes, turning his attention to the bartender. She was a pretty thing, her hair bouncy despite the sweat glistening her brow. She made drink after drink for the patrons, talking animatedly as she did so. It was then, as she was twirling a half empty bottle around mixing a drink, that Bucky realized he was no longer staring at the bartender, but just past her to a patron at the end of the bar. 

Y/N 

You sat at the other end of the bar, looking around timidly. You were definitely out of place, the complete opposite to the socialites around you. The drink of choice for the night for you was water, wanting to be as stone cold sober as possible. There were too many guys eyeing your figure to ever make you feel safe enough to try anything else. 

You glanced behind you once more at a group of guys who had been subtly cat-calling you all night. Their comments went from compliments to criticism when you didn’t give them the time of day. Now the talk was borderline dangerous, as one remarked what he wished he could do to you. 

“Careful man, she’s probably fuckin’ mental,” one laughed. 

“She’d have to be to not be into me,” the other responded. 

Your car was twenty feet from the bar. An easy run, if you had to, but since your car was old and beat up, there wasn’t an automatic lock. There was no easy way out, so instead you decided to stay at the bar, hoping eventually the group would retire for the night, leaving you alone. 

The hope of that happening though only dwindled as the night went on. You glanced over once again, to see they were not just staring at you, but at someone who was walking towards you- a guy. But this guy wasn’t with them before. You nervously clutched your drink, as his heavy footsteps stopped in front of you. 

“Are you alright?” His voice was a lot more gentle than you would have thought, given his gruff appearance. He was dressed in jeans and a tight black long sleeve shirt. He had a five o’clock shadow, his face rough and his stare was militant… intense. You gulped as you held his gaze, too captivated to turn away. 

“Uh, yeah,” you said quickly, glancing past him to the group of guys. They had never looked more interested. The mystery man turned slightly, almost as if he was about to leave. You shot out and grabbed his arm, a gasp echoing in the tight space. His arm was solid, not of muscle, but of something else. Heat radiated off of it, almost as if it was some conduit- or perhaps his shirt was. He glanced to where your arm was wrapped around his forearm, waiting for you to remove it. 

“I’m sorry,” you said, again with a rushed demeanor. You withdrew your hand, and the man winced at the loss of contact. “Please don’t go,” you pleaded in a hushed whisper. He nodded, before tapping on the shoulder of the patron sitting next to you. 

“Excuse me, do you mind if I steal this seat so I can sit next to my girlfriend?” He asked. The patron nodded, getting out of his seat. 

“I’m Bucky,” he said, as he sat down in the seat. 

“y/n,” you whispered, careful to not let the group of men hear. You stole a quick glance, careful not to draw too much attention- but it was to no avail. Bucky noticed far too quickly, whipping his head to the group of men. They clumsily diverted their attention away from you, onto the beers in front of them.  

“Are they bothering you?” Bucky asked lowly, his hands balled in fists. 

“I don’t think they will be any longer,” you whispered, glancing down at the fistthat now glittered under the light.  He merely nodded, before shifting in his seat to face the bar. You did the same.

A comfortable beat of silence passed between the two of you, as you waited for him to start some sort of conversation. When he didn’t you sighed, picking up your near empty cup of water. He noticed, and flagged the bartender down. 

“She’ll have another…” he trailed off, waiting to see what you had. 

“Water.” 

“Water- water?” 

“Yeah, I tend not to drink when creepy men are watching my every move.” You stated, running your hands through your hair. Bucky could tell you were uncomfortable here, and he wanted to do whatever he had to do to make you more comfortable. 

“There isn’t any way to say this that isn’t going to make me look like a sleaze bag… but if you wanted to get out of here I would be glad to escort you somewhere where you feel more safe,” Bucky offered. You smiled at him, the kindness warming your heart. 

“That’s mighty kind of you actually,” you replied, taking one last sip of your water. 

That night had changed everything for you. You had met someone who became such an integral part of your life, you didn’t know how you even breathed before him. Bucky was silent, kind, and patient. He was the epitome of a comfortable silence. After a long day, you know you could come home and just relax, not having to worry about forcing conversations and hosting small talks. He was patient with you through all of your mental spells, from the bouts of depression to the woes of your anxieties. He was there, calm and always reassuring. He understood. 

Then there were the nights. The nights that had the two of you up, crying in one another's arms from the ghosts of the past, coming to haunt you through the darkness. The nightmares disguised as dreams, filling your head while you slept until you were jolted awake, Bucky jolting right along with you. The two of you panted, trying to catch your breath, before revealing the nightmare to the other. 

It only worsened when Bucky got sent on mission after mission, disappearing for days, weeks, and one time even months. During that mission, Bucky had sent a worrisome text to Peter Parker- the only person not on the mission that Bucky knew. He wasn’t the biggest fan of Peter, but he knew the kid would keep you safe. 

Please check on y/n. Haven’t heard from her.

yes mr. bucky sir, i’m on my way now. 

Peter knocked on your door minutes later, timidly calling out your name. When you didn’t answer, he used his suit to unlock the door, slowly walking around the apartment you shared with Bucky. It was small, and immaculately tidy Peter noticed, as he worked his way towards the bedroom in the back. 

He found you there, curled up in a ball, hugging on a sweatshirt that smelled like Bucky. 

“Oh, y/n,” Peter sighed, scooping you up. “I got you.” 

When Bucky returned, you were instantly in his arms. The tears freely flowing as you squeezed him tightly. He held you just as tightly, never wanting to let you go again. 

And he stupidly made that promise, even though it was out of his control. 

Bucky

That’s what the most recent fight had been about, and why he was now in Dr Raynors office, sighing heavily as the memories faded out. 

“Tell me what happened,” she said, settling back into her chair, her pen at the ready to continue taking notes. Bucky looked at his cracked, calloused hands, stalling. He didn’t want to relive this, but he knew if he wanted to fix it… he had to. 

“I had made a promise to her that I wasn’t going to leave her side again… and then Sam called me away on a mission. I didn’t have a choice, and it was too dangerous to try and bring her with. So, I left a note on my pillow and I left. I’m not proud of it, I know I should have handled that better. But when I came back, she was furious. Like, explosive. Nothing I did would calm her temper. She just… wouldn’t stop screaming at me. Usually she just isolates and shuts down; that I can understand so much better than this… whatever this is. I… I don’t know what to do doc… I can’t lose her.” 

“Have you tried talking to her?” Dr. Raynor asked, her head cocking to the side. Bucky had never been this open with her.

“No.”

“No? Okay, well why don’t we try that first. Explain to her exactly what you explained to me, and make sure to apologize for leaving a note. I can tell you right now, no one likes to be left like that… and I think you can relate to that a little bit,” Dr. Raynor finished. 

The clock on the wall struck 12, signaling their session was over. Bucky nodded goodbye to the doctor, before slinging his jacket on to prepare for the cold weather. The winter was harsher this year, the cold biting Bucky’s nose the second he stepped outside. He hurriedly put his gloves on as he walked down the street. 

He was only a few blocks from your shared apartment, and he  had survived much colder weather than this, but he was still regretting not hailing a cab. It was dusk, the sun beginning to settle herself against the buildings, casting a hazy glow on the streets. Vendors were packing up their carts, preparing to leave for the night. One, however, was still open. An older lady sat behind her cart, an abundance of flowers sat on top. 

“FLOWERS $5” the sign read, in sloppy handwriting. She was clearly homeless, and something pained Bucky to see such an old lady on the streets during the cold spell. 

“Hi, I’ll take two bouquets please,” Bucky asked, handing her a $50. “Keep the change, please.”

“A-are you sure?” The frail woman asked, as she bundled up two bouquets for him. He nodded, offering her a warm smile. He wished there was more he could do as he walked away, but when he turned around to glance at her again, she was gone. 

The apartment was quiet as he unlocked the door and headed in, the only light streaming in from behind the curtains, casting the same haze from the street into the rooms. It was almost too quiet, as he walked from room to room. 

“y/n?” Bucky called out, hoping he hadn’t missed you yet. 

“In here,” you muttered from the bedroom. You were sitting in the bay window under a blanket, reading a book. It was then Bucky realized just how cold the apartment was. 

“The heater went out,” you said, setting your book down. You noticed the flowers in his hands, and glanced back up at him. 

“I’ll take a look at it. Here, these are for you.” He said, sitting down across from you. He handed you the bouquets, smiling gently as you took them.

“Are you apologizing with flowers, Bucky Barnes?” You asked, teasing eminent in your voice. He hung his head, nodding slightly. 

“Look, y/n, you know I’m not good at this. But for what it’s worth… I know I fucked up. I should have actually talked to you, instead of leaving you a note, and I never should have made a promise I couldn’t keep. But I-” his voice hitched in his throat as he tried his hardest not to break down in tears. “I can’t lose you, okay. You’re my rock.” 

A tear rolled down your cheek. As apologies go, it was one of the better ones you had received from the stoic soldier in front of you. Placing the flowers down, you pulled Bucky in against you, running your fingers through his hair. 

“It’s not okay, but I forgive you. I can’t lose you either.” You whispered, placing a kiss on his head. 

“I just want you to know, this is me trying.”

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HELLO HELLO I LOVE THAT YOU'RE DOING THIS THERE'S SO MANY TSWIFT SONGS THAT FUELS MY YEARNING ;-;

Can you do 'I used to think love would be burning red but it's golden like daylight' with druig from eternals?

Daylight - druig

I used to think love would be burning red | But it’s golden like Daylight.

note: this is a part of my Cruel Summer (Marvel's Version) Project, running all summer long. Listen... this may not be what you were looking for, but after I got this idea, I couldn't not write it, and honeslty almost made this a mini-series ... oops. This one took me so long, and I'm so sorry! I just had to make this perfect as a gift to all my Druig babies after leaving you guys high and dry- so this is for all of you who got me this far with my Druig fame here on tumblr <3 <3 my gratitude is immeasurable.

wordcount: 3.3k

trope / pairing: druig x Fem Reader , fluff with slight angst

warnings: slight angst because you cannot escape the druig angst here

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It was a dreary afternoon. The clouds hung low, threatening to spill any second. A deep rumble echoed off the buildings, as a light flash shone through the gray. The storm was rolling in, but with it brought an unexpected energy in the air. 

You were walking down the streets of the city, eyeing the sky. You were still five minutes away from your destination, and were praying silently you’d make it in time before the rain drenched the streets. 

Suddenly, a low growl sounded behind you, causing you to stop dead in your tracks. Turning, you came face to face with a creature you had never seen before. Eyes wide, you froze, staring at the blue and gold creature, its muscles flexing as it stood, breathing heavy. It almost looked mechanical, yet made of tissue at the same time. Easily, it was the scariest being you had ever seen. 

Stumbling backwards, you tripped over the curb, landing flat on your ass. You were trembling, fear overtaking you as the creature moved closer and closer. 

A shot of golden light flew from the sky, right into the creature sending it flying through the air. A man followed the golden beam, responsible for it penetrating through the air. You were about to scream, but a wave of calm washed over you.

You turned your head, coming face to face with a man. He had a golden haze around him, and his hand was outstretched towards you. 

“It’s okay,” his voice was deep, and thick with an accent you didn’t recognize. He sounded distant, as if you were underwater and he was above the surface, shouting. A buzz humming through your head made it difficult to hear the commotion going on around you. 

As if emerging from water, the second you placed your hand in his, his voice became clear and the haze dissipated, until it only glowed behind him. He had dark, ocean blue eyes that peered quizzically at you. 

“What’s your name?” He asked, his voice gentle yet gruff. 

“y/n,” you responded softly. His eyes flickered with golden specks, and a sense of peace flooded your mind once more. 

You knew it was him, from the second his powers touched your thoughts. He didn’t hide that it was him, something compelling him to let you trust him fully. 

In a blink, his powers were gone, leaving a warm fuzzy feeling over your memories. He smiled slightly, as he looked at you in a different light. 

“y/n. I like the sound of that. I’m Druig,” he said. 

The golden haze faded around him, and you were consciously aware of the world again. You turned around, still holding onto his hand as you looked for the creature. 

“It’s gone now, you don’t have to worry.” He said, knowing instantly what you were searching for.

“Druig!” You heard a voice say in the distance. It belonged to a pretty tall woman, with long dark hair. She radiated with a sweet, feminine energy, as she held herself gently. 

He nodded his head to her- a silent communication passing between the two of them. Somehow you knew. He had to go. 

But you didn’t want to let go, and he knew that too. 

“I’ll be back.” He had said, placing a soft kiss to your hand before he let go. 

You watched as he walked with grace over to the dark-haired woman. There was something about the two of them, and the one flying in the air earlier, that felt… ethereal to you; as if they were gods. You shook your head, laughing quietly at the idea. 

“You know what we have to do…” Sersi whispered to Druig as he approached her. She had a solemn look on her face. She too hated this just as much as he did. 

“I know,” Druig sighed. He hated that Arishem had tasked them with this new part of their mission: testing any human who came in contact with the Deviants. Arishem wanted reports from Ajak on how the humans responded, but none of the eternals were sure why- Ajak never said. 

“I know, I hate it too,” Sersi said, feeling Druig’s uneasiness. He looked at her with a sad smile, and turned back around to face you. You were right where he left you, stuck in the daze he left you in. Something about you was different. He felt so guilty for having control of your mind right now. It made him nauseous. 

Nonetheless, he stood tall, his hands placed behind his back as he walked up to you. You greeted him with a bright, naive smile. Poor thing, he thought to himself, as he offered you a gentle smile. 

“Come with me,” he whispered, extending his hand to reach yours. You took it, grateful for the kindness of this man. 

A golden light flashed before your eyes, your head instantly feeling woozy as if you were traveling at a high speed through space. A warm air hit you with a force, knocking you back- or at least that’s what it felt like. You couldn’t see a damn thing. Is this what blacking out felt like? You had briefly thought to yourself, before you fell forward into Druigs' open arms. 

“There’s nothing here,” A woman’s voice said. It was deep, the hint of an accent lingering. She had tan skin, and long black hair. 

“I told you. There is no point in doing all of this still.” The voice was Druigs. He was frustrated, his tone giving him away. 

“Guys…” Sersi said, her eyes darting to where you laid, your eyes beginning to flutter open. An oxygen mask was placed over your mouth and nose, helping you breathe better. There was a bright exam light over you, and you laid on a hard surface. You shifted, and a ruffling of paper gave away it was a doctor table set up. 

Your head was pounding, and the light began to get brighter as your head throbbed. A pained moan escaped your lips, growing as intense as the metaphorical knife in your skull. 

The next second you were screaming, the sound muffled slightly by the oxygen mask. You tried to move, to take the damned thing off, only to discover you were strapped down on the exam table. Panic began to kick in, as you thrashed about. 

Druig stood next to the table, grimacing as he watched you writhe in a pain he could easily take away. His hand reached out against his command, willing to help. 

“Druig, no.” Ikaris said sternly. 

“You’re not the one in charge.” Druig snapped back, daggers in his eyes as he stared at the eternal he hated the most. If he could kill Ikaris- which he could in an instant if Ajak allowed it, he would in a heartbeat. 

“Well someone has to be!” Ikaris shouted, looking amongst the group. Ajak glared at him, as he blatantly undermined her. 

“Ikaris that’s enough. Druig, you do what you have to do. Ease her pain, but don’t mess with her mind. We still need it.” 

Druig glared at her now, but reached his hand out to grip yours. He let his power flow through him into you, easing the nerves in your body to feel nothing. He watched as your body thrashed, only to settle a few minutes later. The fear didn’t leave your eyes though, making his heart break. 

He didn’t want this. He didn’t care if Arishem ordered it or not, it was utter bullshit. Everyone knew exactly how he felt, some sharing the same sentiment like Sersi and Makkari- who was currently hiding, unable to witness the torture.  

Ajak was currently meddling more in your mind, searching for any trace of the Deviant in you. Druig could feel her power pulsating next to his, making him hot with anger. Sersi glanced over at him as he twitched, knowing he was about 2 seconds away from breaking. 

“Ajak, perhaps there’s another way,” Sersi started, trying desperately to mend the situation. Ajak only continued, humming softly to herself. Druig rolled his neck. He could only stand the feel of her power next to his for so long. 

If Druig loved anything it was control- and no one could really blame him. His entire power was focused around it, controlling himself, the voices, the minds of others. The feeling and knowledge of not being in control took a toll on him. 

“Ajak…,” Sersi warned, a hint of pleading in her voice. 

“There, I’m done. She’s all clear. Druig, you know what to do now,” Ajak pulled back, the emptiness of her power a relief against Druig’s. A collective sigh was heard in the room, but Druig was still hot with anger. He knew what came next- erasing your memories. Which meant erasing that you met him.

Something selfish awoke in him, as he looked down at your figure. Your eyes were now closed, as he pulled you into a deep sleep. He didn’t want you to wake up and no longer know him. He wanted to know you, and to show you that he wasn’t terrifying, that he wasn’t to be feared the way you feared him moments ago. 

Druig only nodded his head toward Ajak, as a plan began to emerge in his head. 

Moonlight bathed the Domo, its light illuminating the inside of the ship, casting long shadows along the walls and hallways. Druig had slipped out of his room, clad in his armor. He moved as silently as he could to where they held the subjects. It was a smaller room at the back of the ship. Due to its size, Ajak had the good sense to only take one to two subjects at a time- especially considering barely any humans actually had contact with the Deviants. 

His eyes grazed upon your sleeping body, the rise and fall of your breaths the only evidence of your slumber from behind. Druig let his power flow through the room, golden streams of lights latching themselves into your mind, a soft lullaby playing to keep you asleep as he lifted you into his arms off the cot. 

This was his plan- to escape with you to wherever your heart desired to go. He just hoped you didn’t hate him once you came to. His eyes fell to your closed ones as he slithered through the halls to the ships transport area. Anticipating a smooth exit, Druig became a little too careless with his steps as he grew closer and closer to the end of the hall. 

It was only the soft breaths of Ikaris that stilled Druig’s steps, making him weary of rounding the final corner. He swore under his breath, calculating his next move. He most certainly couldn’t fight holding your body, and the floor was not an ideal place to rest you… however, he didn’t want to have to escape back through the Domo to gather you again after he defeated Ikaris. 

“I know you’re there Druig,” Ikaris’s disembodied voice sounded from the room. Druig sighed, shifting your body in his arms as he laid you gently against the entrance of the transport room, before walking into where Ikarris stood. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure,” Druig asked, sneering as he took in Ikaris in his full armor sood before him. 

“If you think I don’t know what you are up to, then you are dumber than I thought.” Ikaris was careful with his words- careful in the sense that he wanted to rile Druig, just not too much that would call attention. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“Where is she?” The question was curt, and loud as Ikaris held Druig’s gaze. He was determined to protect you from the madman Ikaris had become of late. He was unrecognizable as he stood before Druig now, his eyes bloodthirsty, twitching. 

Druig took two steps closer, coming mere inches from Ikaris’ face. His eyes grew hazy with red as his anger overtook him. Ikaris flinched ever so slightly, knowing none of them knew the true limit of Druig’s power, as he always held back. 

None of them knew of the dark swirling thoughts he kept at bay, encouraging him to do dark and devious things. Baiting him with every snide look and every snarky comment made by his teammates- Ikaris specifically were the voices’ favorite to tempt Druig with. 

And now, he was contemplating giving in. 

“Don’t make me ask again,” Ikaris sneered. After a pause he continued with an unmatched ferocity, “where is the girl?”. 

“I thought you weren’t asking again.” A smirked danced across Druigs face, but was soon wiped from his lips as Ikaris’s fist came in contact with his jaw. 

Now he had done it. 

The floodgates opened in Druig’s mind, the voices spilling out into the air as dark spiraling shadows, captivating Ikaris’ attention. Druig’s eyes were golden, clearly in command of the disembodied voices, hanging low in the air as they slithered towards Ikaris. He buckled at the sound, crawling backwards as he tried to escape. 

“Wha-” Ikaris was cut off as the shadows entered his gaping mouth, filling his head with the dark thoughts that once plagued Druigs. When the last of the shadows had filled Ikaris’s head, he stood, his eyes reflecting the gold in Druigs. 

“Go back into your chambers. Do not wake until dawn, and speak nothing of what happened to the girl or to me.” The command was simple, but effective, as Ikaris nodded curtly. He turned, walking militantly back to his chambers deep in the Domo. 

By now, you had awakened at the sounds of the shadows. You were peering out gently behind the wall, staring fearfully at the man who now stood solemn in the room. 

He caught your attention and his face softened instantly as he saw you sulk back behind the wall. 

“Do not be afraid,” Druig whispered, moving gently to the doorway. “It’s still me.” 

You moved forward just an inch, to peer back at the man you had once had such an intense attachment too. That bond was still there, pulling you towards him, the specks of gold in his eyes were alluring. 

Standing, you walked slowly towards him, as he held his arms out. 

“Wha- what is happening?” You asked, your voice hoarse from being unconscious for so long. 

“I am rescuing you.” Druig said simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

You reached your hand out to gently touch his, tracing the lines along his hands. 

“What did you do to that man?” 

“I did what I had to to ensure your safety. And I would do it over and over again if it meant you were safe and out of harm's way.” 

“But… why?” You were perplexed by these sentiments. This man before you was a god, and you were just… well, you.

“Because I will never let another soul so much as look at you the wrong way, without ensuring they will be met with endless mental torment.” His fingers grazed your chin, making you meet his eye. 

“We can run away, start a new village, and rule over them together- if that is what you wish. Or, we can return to the city, back to your life as it was before.” 

You paused, trying to recall memories of a past life, where you were apparently from. 

“I don’t think I remember what my life was like before,” you admitted. Anger flickered in his eyes as he knew Ikaris had some part in this. He caressed your chin, up to your cheek, before tracing your lips with the gentle tips of his fingers. 

“Then we’ll run until we find a place where you feel the safest and the happiest.” 

You only nodded, taking his hand, and following him blindly into this new world. 

Luscious green leaves filled the landscape, the dark brown of the tree stumps a mere accent to the canopies that were so full, there was not a hint of sky shining through them. The forest bed was soft, still in the quiet. The atmosphere was still as well, a low blue-gray fog rolling in from the lake that lay just up ahead. 

Brown lodges sat amongst the trees, carved out of the very same wood. Villagers sat in and around the lodges, many of them chatting about what was to come of their day, scouring down the breakfast their loved ones made for them. The hum of chatter was the only sound among the stillness. 

Druig sat at the head of the table in his lodge, sucking on a strawberry. You were at his side, enjoying the breakfast he had made for you. It consisted of all your favorite fruits and nuts, all hand picked by him. 

For many who ruled over villages, it was the man who was doted on by his partner. But not here. No, here, you were the ruler, and Druig was merely your loyal lover, kneeling beside you always. He was submissive in every way to you, but dominant to those in the village, becoming something they feared. No one could deny his love and affection for you though. 

“Do you have any plans today, love?” You asked him, reaching gently for his hand. He turned his attention to you, shaking his head. 

“I wondered if you wanted to head down to the lake with me today. It’s so hot out, I figured it would be nice to take a swim.” 

“Like, right now?” He asked, setting down the strawberry he had. 

“Uh,” you paused to think about it, but Druig smiled devilishly as he shot out of his chair. You eyed him suspiciously, before he threw your chair back, gripped your waist, and slung you over his shoulder. You shrieked, hitting his back as he took off out of the lodge. 

Giggles echoed off the trees as you gave in, letting him carry you down to the shoreline. His own laughter could be heard, spreading a smile to the villagers faces. They couldn’t help but smile watching as their rulers ran off into the morning light. 

“Druig! I’m going to fall!” You shouted, gripping his shoulders tightly as he tripped over a stone. 

“I got ya’,” he called out, his hands only becoming firmer on your hips, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. You could already feel the crescent moon marks from his nails make its way past the thin fabric of our dress. 

You heard the splash of water before you felt the water being submerged over your body, as Druig ran into the lake. His hands didn’t let go of you entirely, as you slipped from his shoulder into the murky darkness of the waters below. It was refreshing, the cold water lapping at your skin as you broke the surface. 

“That was mean!” You shouted, but grateful for the plunge, as you now felt more awake. Druig only smirked as he lowered himself fully in the water, coming mere inches from your face. 

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He whispered, pulling you even closer to him. 

“Only every day,” you giggled. His lips found yours, moving gently against yours. The kiss was passionate, hungry, as if he had not just finished eating breakfast minutes ago. 

The warmth of the sunlight hit your face as it broke over the horizon, causing Druig to pull back. He turned his attention to the daybreak, watching in awe as the sun bathed the lake and the forest beyond in its morning glory. 

“You know, a long time ago, I used to think love was a lot like the color red. Passionate, and fiery to the point where it burns,” Druig rambled, turning back to face you. “But I couldn’t have been more wrong.” 

“What is love then?” You ask, eager to hear how his mind works, constantly comparing one thing to another. 

“It is warm and refreshing. Bright and glorious.” He paused, contemplating. You waited patiently. 

“It’s daylight.” 

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can i please request a Kate Bishop x femReader with Enchanted fluff piece where at a charity event Reader sees Kate at speaking with someone else and assumes they’re dating and the other person kisses Kate and Reader is hurt but Kate comforts her

There I was again tonight | Forcing laughter, faking smiles | Same old tired, lonely place | Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy | Vanished when I saw your face | All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you

please dont be in love with someone else | please don't have somebody waiting for you

note: This is apart of my Cruel Summer Project. This idea was beautiful and tied right into another req that'll be the part 2 of this story! I truly hope you enjoy!

Wordcount: 2.4k

trope / pairing: hurt comfort, k.b. x fem!reader

warnings: did not proof read

The air was thick with insincerity, as business partners and rivals mingled together, forming and breaking deals. Black and white attire painted the room, low lights bouncing off the expensive jewelry adorning the womens’ necks, marking who was worth the fight and who wasn’t– or rather, who had the money. 

This was not what you would consider a ‘party’, as your mother described it, dragging you along. For one, the tight black dress was too tight, suffocating your curves. The music also sucked, a string quartet playing a whimsical piece in the corner. Classical music is usually not an indicator of a party. But the food was decent. As you looked at the spread, you decided you’d stay at least for that. 

There really was no point in you being here, aside from your mom showing you off as her proudly esteemed heir of the company. No one bothered to come up and talk to you, leaving you to hide by the food table and snack all night. Honestly, it was much preferred than whatever was going on in the main hall. 

You may be the heir, but when it comes to the business itself, you have no idea what it all entails to run it– let alone make partnerships here. 

All in due time, your mother had said, to which you just rolled your eyes. Running the company one day wasn’t what you wanted to do, but no one ever asked you that. Not in a sincere way at least. So you faked a smile, saying that one day you’d like to follow in your brilliant mothers footsteps. Hey, if you were going to lie, you might as well earn some brownie points from it. 

After taking a swig of champaign, and loading your little plate with sweets, you headed back to the main hall. The party was even more lively now, as business owners and partners continued to stroll in the door. You watched, intrigued by those worthy enough of an invite to the event hosted tonight. Intrigued by one individual in particular. 

You knew her, her long wavy hair a dead giveaway. She wore a sleek black suit, melting into the color of her hair, bringing out the blueish purple of her eyes. She was stunning, in every possible way, intimidating - yes, but stunning all the same. 

Her name was Kate Bishop, and she was the daughter of Eleanor- your moms personal rival in the business world. They had hated each other for a while, always going after the others’ clients, or using the two of you to gain insight on the other’s company. Through the spying though, you and Kate had come to a realization. You actually liked each other… like, enough to be friends. Your parents disapproved, but after promising each other not to sabotage, a friendship blossomed between the two of you. 

You’d be in denial if you didn’t say it wasn’t something more than that though, as your heart pounded when she finally looked your way. A bright smile grazed her features, making your chest even tighter, a heat growing in the pit of your stomach. 

Oh the things she did to you. 

“Hey! Tell me, is this party as lame as all the others,” Kate said, a giggle following close behind. 

“Oh very,” you responded. She eyed the tiny plate in your hands now half full of sweets. You held it out, offering her whatever she wanted. She settled for a mini brownie, popping it into her mouth. You swallowed, turning to look at literally anything else in the room. 

“So, any new prospects?” Kate asked, nodding slightly towards a group of guys your age huddled in the corner. She had no idea of the feelings you harbored for her. 

“Oh, no. I think I’m just going to focus on my studies,” you answered, sipping the champagne. Kate snorted, shaking her head.

“You can do that and have fun, you know.”

“I do have fun… with you!” You countered, nudging her arm. 

“This is true, I am a whole party myself. But you know what I mean.” She nodded towards the group again, and you noted that this time they were all staring back, whispering between themselves. 

“I… I don’t know if that’s really my style,” you said sheepishly. She looked at you curiously, before her eyes grew wide. 

“Oh my god, I’m so stupid! I didn’t even think to consider who you were into,” Kate fumbled with her words. Sexuality hadn’t been something either of you talked about. You knew Kate was into girls, but she had never asked about yours. 

“No, it's okay,” you said, offering her a gentle smile. It never really bothered you, as it was something you were still figuring out yourself. 

“Alright, well in that case-” 

“Kate!” Her mom interrupted, waving her over. Kate groaned and motioned that she’d be right back. 

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding that entire time. Kate had joined her mom in conversation with some guy and his daughter, presumably striking up a business deal. You smiled as you watched Kate try to act interested. She turned to look back at you, sending a wink your way that made you blush.

You looked down to notice your plate was empty now. Swallowing the last of your campaign, you went to the bus bucket to drop them off. 

“y/n!” You heard your mother say, before you saw her. She was stunning, even at her age. All the men- and women for that matter- knew it too. You put on the best fake smile you could muster as her and a potential business partner strutted up to you. 

“Hi mother,” you said delicately, looping your arm in hers. The two of you were close, but the trick was to appear as if the two of you were lifelong friends. It gave men the sense of a girlhood bond- strong to the core, full of secrets and opportunity. 

“This is Mark, the guy I was talking to you about,” her eyes twinkled as she spoke. Mark was a handsome man, rigid and formal with a hint of adventure behind this business facade. You didn’t miss the way your mom looked at him– or the way he looked at her. You smiled. 

“Hello Mark, I’m y/n, as you may have guessed.” A bright laughter that you hadn’t heard in years came from your mom. Clearly this man was someone to impress, and you were all for helping your mom secure happiness. 

“As I presumed, it’s nice to meet you. Now, I hear…” Mark trailed off, but you had stopped paying attention. 

Just past him you saw Kate walking hand in hand with the girl from before. They were headed towards one of the back exits, looking around anxiously as they did so. Your smile faded slightly as they disappeared. In every way your mind was telling you to stay put, your feet were itching to move. 

“I’m sorry, could you please excuse me for one second?” You asked, hiking up the hem of your dress a bit so you could follow Kate and this mysterious girl. Your mom tried to protest, but her pleas fell on deaf ears as you took off. 

Mark was more than understanding, writing it off as a bored young adult looking for her escape. 

The door Kate left led to a hallway, illuminated by dim yellow lights. Multiple hallways branched off the sides leading to various conference and hotel rooms. A pit grew in your stomach as you continued to wander through the halls. You weren’t entirely sure what came over you, practically running through the halls to see what Kate and this mysterious girl were up to. 

But like they say… curiosity killed the cat. 

You turned down a particular hallway that led into an open room- another conference room behind the open doors. 

Kate and this mysterious girl were leaned in close, Kate pressed up against the table. She laughed lightly as the girl leaned in, placing a delicate kiss on Kate’s lips.  Your stomach dropped at the sight. A weird mix of emotions flooded through you; jealousy, confusion, hurt- although you weren’t entirely sure you had that right to feel hurt. The two of you had never discussed feelings between the two of you- especially since she had just figured out you even had feelings for girls. But nonetheless, hurt ravaged your heart, breaking it more the longer you stood there. 

Kate had reached her hand up towards the mysterious girl, and that was when you figured you had enough. A slight sob escaped your lips as you turned to run back down the hall. 

Kate pushed the mysterious girl away, looking at her with rage in her eyes. Out of the corner of her eye, the light caught the shimmers in your dress and she knew you had seen what just happened. 

“Lily, what the actual fuck?” Kate asked, turning her attention back to the girl before her. 

“What? I thought we were having fun?” Lily said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. Kate should have known she was trouble the second Lily led her away from the party. She had said she needed some air, and had asked Kate to join her. She was so stupid for believing her. 

“No, Lily, no. I gotta go.” Kate pushed past Lily, running down the hallway after you. There was no telling where you went, with so many endless doors off the halls and branching hallways. 

“Damn it,” Kate muttered under her breath after throwing open a few doors with nothing behind them. 

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and pulled up your contact. She pressed the ‘call’ button with such vigor, she was surprised she didn’t break her phone screen. The phone rang three times before you picked up.

“Hello?” You sounded like you had been crying. Kate kicked herself, running her hand over her face.

“y/n, where are you?” 

“I’m… uh, why is everything okay?” You tried your best to sound normal, like you hadn’t just broken down in an abandoned conference room. It was already hard enough having to wrestle with knowing you had feelings for your best friend. It was almost even harder to unexpectedly witness her kissing someone else. At least if she liked someone she would tell you, you’d have that warning to mentally prepare yourself. 

“Tell me where you are. Now.” Kate uttered the last word so firmly, you had no choice but to tell her where you were. She hung up, and took off down one of the side halls at the end of the main hallway. 

The conference doors flew open. Kate stood in the doorway, breathing heavily as she caught her breath from running. You were leaning against the table, your dress pooling around you. Mascara streaks ran down your cheeks, the sight breaking Kate’s heart instantly. 

“y/n, what’s wrong?” Kate's voice was soft, her movements slow and delicate as she made her way to you. 

“It's nothing,” you lied, putting on your best fake smile. She looked at you with a look that said “I’m not stupid”. You rolled your eyes. 

“Is it because of Lily?” 

“Who’s that?” You asked. 

“The girl you saw me with just now.” 

“Oh, her. No, I mean, I just didn’t know you were seeing anyone is all.” Your words were jumbled, coming out fast. Kate snickered. She stood before you now, inches from your face. Her fingers reached out and delicately ran along your jaw and under your chin. She tilted your chin up to look at her. 

“I’m not seeing anyone. Lily said she needed some air, and asked if I could come with her. She kissed me, and I pushed her off. You just ran away before you saw that,” she whispered. Her eyes focused on yours, every emotion displayed in them. She was sad, sad you didn’t see that part, angry at Lily for scheming, and most of all guilty. 

Guilty for not seeing what was now undeniably in front of the two of you. 

“Oh,” was all you whispered back, too scared to say anything else. It was obvious now, your feelings for Kate now the elephant in the room. Her eyes softened as she continued to look at you.

“How long?”

“What?” 

“How long have you had feelings for me?” She was curious how long she had been blind. 

“For a while now, I think since I first met you, but we were only kids, so I can’t be sure.” You confessed, tearing your eyes away from her gaze. Silence filled the void between the two of you for a few minutes. 

“Look at me,” she whispered. Your lips quivered as you brought your gaze back to hers. The way she was looking at you made you want to melt. Her gaze was soft, yet fiery, like an untamed blaze starting to grow. 

She leaned in, the smell of her perfume filling your senses. It was almost overwhelming. The scent of her, the way her hand came up to cup your cheek, the way her body felt pressed against you. 

Her lips found yours, kissing you delicately as if you’d break under the pressure. Her lips were soft, and that alone made you nearly come undone before her, a soft moan nearly escaping your lips. 

Your fingers found her hair, nestling themselves against her scalp, as the ferocity of which she kissed you increased. The passion burned, fiery and loud between the two of you, as you fumbled to touch each other in every way possible. 

You pulled away slightly, guiding her to your neck. Her teeth nipped at your skin slightly, a moan escaping you. She wasn’t there long however, before her lips missed the taste of yours. 

It was during this second interaction, the second round of a fiery passionate match of kisses, that the two of you were interrupted. 

The doors slammed open, a group of businessmen waiting to finalize the papers on a business decision standing in the doorway. That wasn’t the worst part, however. No, no. The worst part was that your moms stood at the forefront of the group, mouths gaping at the sight of their daughters engaging in this kind of activity. 

“Oh shit,” was all Kate said, as she took a step back. 

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God of Death - Teaser / Prologue

A dark!Druig Fanfic | Druig x reader | Scream crossover

Summary: The origins of a mysterious masked killer... who just so happens to be a god.

Note: This is the little teaser that also doubles as a prologue :) I hope you guys enjoy <3 <3 Happy Holidays !!!

Warnings: mentions of blood, light gore, death, murder... lol

Wordcount: 793 - short little blurb

The metallic smell of blood clung to his senses, as Druig  lifted his blade high above his head, prepared to land yet another strike to the unsuspecting victim that laid below him. It was his first kill, the rage of human fragility consuming him, driving him to take matters into his own hands. Why were humans so hungry with greed, so lustful for it that they slaughtered millions to make their point known? 

Blood had already filled the streets below, flowing like a tiny creek above the pavements that weaved between now crumbling buildings. His victim would be seen as just another casualty to the war, a guard who fell to the hoards of civilians now storming the castle. They had been neglected for months, famished and homeless, littering the streets like discarded trash. Finally, they had enough, rising up against the castle and its inhabitants. 

But the guard below Druig  was far from innocent. The list of sins he had to atone for could wrap around the city twice. Druig was merely just doing a god’s work, sending the bastard to his hell a little earlier than expected. 

Druig pulled his blade out of the limp body once more, wiping the red stains on the guard's cloth that hung from his waist. Druig slid the blade back into his own boot, the cool metal a sweet relief against his hot skin. The fire ablaze through the castle halls, set by the angry citizens,  had significantly raised the temperature, a sickening heat radiating off what walls were still left standing. 

As Druig straightened, a twinkle in the doorway caught his attention. A child stood in the crumbling frame,  his mouth hung open at the sight before him. The child was half in the shadows, his features unrecognizable. Druigs’ senses told him exactly who the kid was - the deceased guard's son. Druig had to act quick, before the child found the will to scream over the ghastly sight. 

He closed his eyes  as he summoned his powers from deep in his mind. When he opened them, his eyes then turned a bright golden that reflected the fire in the torches along the wall, as he locked eyes with the child in front of him. He now had total control over the kids emotions and actions. 

“It’s okay, you’re safe. Go, find your mother.” Druig said, as he calmed the boys’ now shot nerves.  

The child nodded, turning slowly and taking off, jumping over fallen bricks and wreckage. Druig sighed, looking down once more at the guard at his feet. 

“Should have played it safe, Alexander, so your son could have a father in his life. That is very important, you know,” Druig scolded the dead man. 

Alexander had a reputation in the Byzantine town for his behavior. There were many nights after his shift that Alexander became belligerent, drunk off the spirits offered by the local distilleries, before taking advantage of any unlucky woman who happened to cross his drunken path. His  list of victims was countless, many left dead in the street for their loved ones to find. The grotesque crimes he committed  were covered up by the King, offering a bullshit lie as an explanation for Alexander’s behavior. 

Druig wasn’t the only one who wanted Alexander dead. He was just the first one to get to him, shoving him into the room where he laid now, his blood permanently marking his deathbed. 

Alexander’s son stumbled through the hallways back to his mothers room that was tucked away deep in the castle, unharmed from the civilians storming through. He was panting, trying to catch his breath as he threw open the door. His mother sat on the bed, a knife in hand as she waited for the civilians to finally reach her champers. At the sight of her son, she dropped the knife, running to him. 

“Agapi mou!” She cradled the boy in her arms, holding him close to her chest. 

“Mommy,” he said, his greek accent thick. “It’s páppa!” 

“What do you mean?” 

“He… he…” the boy didn’t have to finish his sentence. The fear and grief in his voice said everything she needed to hear. So she cradled him tighter, running her fingers through his short black hair- much like his fathers. 

As the tears fell from her eyes, landing on the top of her son's head, she heard a scream echo through the castle. She knew the mob had finally found them, tearing through the halls just outside her door. She hung onto her son tighter, praying to the gods for a savior, to spare her from the sins of the castle. 

Such fate did not come… for the gods she prayed to sat silently outside, held under Druigs’ control. 

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Hiya!! For your "It's a Cruel summer with you!" Project I was wondering if you could do Eddie munson with the lyrics pairing of "It's me,hi, I'm the problem it's me" with Steve and Y/n?

Anti-Hero - s.h. & e.m.

"It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me."

note: this was such a fun story to write. I could have gone so many different ways, but I like the angsty idea we settled on! Maybe it's too angsty... oops. oh well. hope you enjoy!

Wordcount: 1.5k - a short little thing

trope / pairing: angst | Henderson!reader x s.h. & e.m. (not poly)

warnings: angstyyyyyy angst

Materslist | Stranger things masterlist | Cruel Summer S.T. Version Masterlist

“I can’t believe you!” Steve shouted, his eyes filling with enraged tears as he stared you down. 

It was your fault, and you knew it. You knew getting involved with the group was the first problem, and then falling for two vastly different guys was the other. It was clear as day they were both into you too, between the way Steve spoke to you, and the way Eddie looked at you. Guilt overcame you, and a tear slipped from your eye. 

“Oh, okay, so now you’re the one crying?” Steve asked, bewildered. 

“I’m not crying because I’m upset! I’m crying because I’m … I’m… I don’t know,” you trailed off. It was so hard for you to say you were sorry, to acknowledge the wrong you know you did. 

“You really can’t finish that sentence can you?” He whispered. Steve was beyond hurt. Thinking he had finally found the one, only to be betrayed for his best friend. 

“Steve… it’s not that I don’t feel it. I just…” 

“You just don’t think you have to apologize.” He finished, as if he could read your mind. He shook his head, placing his hands on his hips. 

You looked up sheepishly at him, as if admitting that was the exact reason. This only angered him more, as he looked away to stop himself from crying. 

“No. You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to leave me for my best friend and not apologize for it, y/n! That’s… that’s just deranged!” 

“Oh, so I’m deranged now?” You yelled back. 

“No, I said this situation is deranged! You know what… forget it,” Steve mumbled the last bit, moving to leave the room.  

“Steve, wait.” He stopped, but stayed facing the door. 

“For what it’s worth… I know it’s me. I’m the problem.” 

He mulled over what you said, before sighing heavily. Without turning around to face you, he hung his head and walked out the door. 

As reality began to sink in over what you just did, you crawled back up into the bed, tugging a pillow close to your chest. 

Steve was a good guy, you didn’t mean to hurt him. He was safe, and nice. Always opening doors for you, always offering you a safe space to vent. He was a safe choice, and you knew that. But as your relationship progressed, and your friendship with Eddie grew more intense, you became like a moth to Eddie’s daring flame. He was passionate in a fiery way that Steve was not. He was dark and mysterious, whereas Steve was open and safe. 

You had decided you didn’t want safe. You wanted dangerous and daring. You wanted the thrill that came with Eddie and his vices. 

The idea of breaking Steve’s heart has hurt you, but you knew… or figured he would get over it easily.  

You hadn’t even told Eddie your feelings yet, confident you knew he felt the same as you. The way he touched your hand in secret, the way he was always looking at you with awe and longing. 

A knock on your door disrupted you from your thoughts.  

“Come in!” You hollered, sitting up in the bed, the pillow still in your lap. Dustin’s face appeared from behind the door, a sad look on his face. 

“You shouldn’t have done that to Steve,” he said. You groaned, not in the mood to get lectured by your younger brother. 

“Dustin, you don’t even know what is going on-”, you started, but he cut you off. 

“No, but I don’t have to! Think of what this will do to the group! We have bigger problems to solve then your love life, and we need the group now more than ever!” He yelled. You had never seen your brother this angry before. 

“Dustin, chill. The group isn’t breaking up, just Steve and I.” 

“The fact that you don’t think that will trickle to the group, especially if you’re now going after Eddie is stupid. You’re really stupid!” Dustin yelled, running back into his room and slamming the door. 

Guilt overcame you once again as you flopped back onto your bed. You turned over, screaming into your pillow.

The next day, you were standing by your locker, waiting for Eddie to round the corner. 

After the events of last night, Dustin woke up early and stormed out of the house before you could even speak to him. Steve wouldn’t even look at you in the hallway, purposely looking everywhere else but where you were. 

Eddie came around the corner that second, with Dustin trailing him talking a mile a minute. He walked right past you, not acknowledging you were even there. You stared after him and Dustin, glaring at your brother. You knew damn well he had something to do with this. 

Slamming your locker shut, you followed the two of them. 

“Eddie, wait!” You yelled, getting his attention. Dustin turned to face you, glaring at you. Eddie looked torn, as he glanced between the two of you. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air as he waited for you to say something. 

“Can we talk… alone,” you made a point to glance at Dustin on the last word. He rolled his eyes dramatically, but Eddie nodded, heading into an empty classroom to his right. You followed,  shutting the door in Dustin’s face, despite his protests. 

Eddie settled on top of a desk, and you settled leaning against the desk, bracing your hands on the ledge. 

“I heard you and Steve broke up,” Eddie started, looking at his hands that were folded in his lap. You sighed. Of course Dustin had told him, but you didn’t know how Eddie felt about it. Even now, you couldn’t make out his face or his emotions. 

“Yes, I ended things.” 

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?” The question took you aback. You thought the answer was obvious. A queasy feeling settled in your stomach as you looked at Eddie. 

“I mean exactly what I asked. Why?” Eddie asked, hopping off the desk. 

“I think you know why,” you taunted. 

“No, I don’t think I do, hence why I asked,” Eddie said through gritted teeth. He was getting mad at your games. You sighed again, bracing yourself before telling him the truth. 

“Because of you, you idiot! Because I like you! I want you!” It came out rushed and harsh, and it followed with Eddie bringing his fist down on the desk.

“God damn it y/n!” He yelled, running his hand through his hair. You stared at him in shock by the outburst. 

“Eddie…”

“No, stop. Just stop.” He cut you off, breathing heavy as he tried to figure out what to say next. It was true, he did have feelings for you. He had longed for you since he first met you. But when you gravitated to Steve over him, a tiny piece of his heart broke. And now, here you were, leaving Steve for him. 

Part of him felt smug. Wanted to take you on his arm into the hallway and show you off for everyone to see you left a pretty boy for him. That you were his. 

But Steve was still his friend, and if he did what he wanted… he would for sure lose Steve, Dustin, and anyone else in the group who sided with Steve. It would be catastrophic, and Eddie would lose the only family he had ever known. 

You stayed silent as he mulled over his decision. You hadn’t expected this. You had felt so confident that this was the right decision, so now you were unsure what to do, 

“You’re so fucking reckless,” Eddie said. His words were lethal, hitting you right in the gut. 

“I know.” 

“I don’t think you do. I want nothing more than to take you, y/n. Right here. To claim you as my own, before parading you around the halls. To rub it in a pretty boy’s face that you chose me. But that pretty boy is my friend, an integral part of my family.” Eddie said, slowly stepping towards you as he spoke. He was inches from you now, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. Resisting the urge to lean in, you held his gaze. 

“You were so fucking reckless with him… how can I trust you won’t be that reckless with me. That you’re not going to move on to the next guy who strikes you fancy. That you’re not going to tear everything apart for your own personal gain… and not even face it. Not even apologize for it.” 

His lips were dangerously close to yours and his eyes fluttered down to look at them. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his lips ever so gently brush over yours. 

“I can’t trust you.” 

He pulled away. Cold air hit you as he did, sending a shiver down your spine. You couldn’t hold back the sob that escaped, as he walked out of the room, letting the door click close behind him .

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𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚂𝚗𝚘𝚠 - 2

A Dark Disney Retelling of Snow White and the Huntsman ft. The Winter Soldier as The Huntsman.

Dark Disney Retellings Masterlist | Synopsis | Part 1

Warnings: This story will contain graphic descriptions of torture, violence and gore, possible smut scenes (undecided), cursing, brief mentions of reader being nearly emaciated as a result of torture.

Wordcount: 3.5 k

Note: Part 2 is here!! I may edit this a little later down the road, tbh im not quite sure how im feeling with it, so feedback is greatly appreciated!

IT was a small village in the northern woods that had found you that morning, crumpled in a fetal position at the base of a tree. The loggers had started their morning early, venturing into the woods by light of lamp, axes in tow. The morning sun had just begun to rise, casting an orange glow among the snowy ground. 

Your skin had finally stitched itself together, leaving you riddled with fresh scars. You had fled the compound the way you had been kept, naked, which had led to your near demise now. Shivering as the cold took over, you had crawled over to the tree you laid at now, attempting to preserve whatever warmth you had left. 

The loggers had entered the clearing of the tree you called home for the night. When one of the loggers noticed you, he laid his ax down. 

“Oh my god,” he whispered, taking in your battered frame. There were no other words exchanged, no questions asked, as the men picked up your cold, nearly lifeless body, and returned to the village. You would be safe there, they decided, amongst their families. 

The wives took pity on you quickly, taking you into their homes. They washed you up, sewed you a new wardrobe, and cooked you a feast every night. 

None of the villagers asked where you had come from, or what had happened. They just accepted you into their lives, into their families, without hesitation. 

You were beyond grateful for their grace towards you. Quickly, you found yourself acclimated into their routines. 

Every morning you awoke to do your daily chores. You bounced from house to house, helping the wives as needed with their cleaning and laundry. It was a simple life, but one you needed. 

At night, you continued some of your exercises from the compound. It was a skill, after all, and a valuable one at that. You knew better than to assume you were safe from Hydra completely.

 On this night one of the loggers, Kristoff, found you. You were in the middle of hunting a squirrel. The test was to catch a small and agile target. If you could catch it, you succeeded. If not, you failed.

Kristoff stood behind a thick tree, watching as you moved silently over the leaves on the forest floor. You struck, catching the squirrel without any flinching of the creature. The ultimate predator hunting a clueless prey. 

“Where did you come from?” Kristoff finally asked, catching you off guard. You whirled around, squirrel still in hand. The little guy didn’t even squeak as you held him, almost as if he could sense your intentions were to simply catch and release. 

“Oh, sorry I didn’t see you there.” You whispered, setting the squirrel down. He stayed put for a minute, looking up at you, before scampering off. 

“Sorry, I don’t mean to intrude… that was just impressive,” Kristoff complimented, scratching his beard. Kristoff was the one who had originally found you. He hadn’t spoken to you much since, mostly just in passing. He was the only single logger in the town, refusing to settle for any of the maidens in nearby towns, or so the wives had told you. 

“I come from a place that I do not wish to go back to, I can tell you that much,” you responded, offering him a gentle smile. 

“Are they the ones who gave you all those scars?” His accent was thick, different from the ones you heard at the Hydra camp. He was gentle and firm at the same time, both in his demeanor and his voice.

“Yes.” 

“And you… escaped?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm.” He had concluded his interrogation, having all the information he seemed to have needed. At this point he had stepped closer, until he was right in front of you. His buff frame blocked the moonlight that shined through the trees. 

The silence was deafening as he stood ever so close to you. The night air was cold, but there was a heat erupting between the two of you. His hand lifted to brush some hair out of your face, before trailing down your cheek and under your chin. 

“You’re safe here.” Was all he said, before releasing your chin and turning to head back to the village. 

You released the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Kristoff was a good looking man, that was a fact you couldn’t deny, but you knew you wouldn’t stay in this village forever. A relationship was the last thing on your mind. 

Turning, you scanned the forest for the next target for you to chase. The forest was quiet now, a type of still that signaled to you something was wrong. You knelt, feeling the dirt beneath the leaves. A faint vibration could be felt. Someone was attempting to sneak up on you. Slowly, you moved for the knife tucked in your boot. You never went into the woods unprotected, but arms weren’t exactly something the loggers had on hand. They were a peaceful community, relying on their knife work and brute frames for protection. 

A faint woosh buzzed your ear as a bullet flew past, landing in the tree in front of you. Without turning to see where it came from - or who it belonged to - you took off into the woods. Dodging silent bullets and various woodland obstacles, you gained a head on your attacker. There was a cave just ahead you could hide in, as long as you threw him off your path. 

Shedding your coat, you threw it on the floor of the woods, appearing to have headed east back towards the village. It would throw off a novice or even intermediate tracker. You dove into the cave, crawling as far back from the light of the entrance as you could. 

You realized immediately this was no novice tracker. Their footsteps were soon heard near the entrance of the cave. Holding your breath, you watched as your attacker moved closer and closer. Something about his appearance - the bottom half you could see at least - looked familiar. As he drew further from the entrance, taking in his surroundings, your breath hitched in your throat.

At first, it was the moon bouncing off what you thought was his gun… no. It appears he had ditched the gun further back in the woods. The moon appeared to have been hitting his arm… his metal arm. 

The mask was the next thing that caused you concern. You were shown this mask every night. It haunted your dreams for months.  

The Winter Soldier. 

This is what you were trained for, You reminded yourself, staring down The Winter Soldier who had now noticed the cave. 

You shifted silently into a crouched position, knife in hand, ready for him to ascend on you. His moves were slow, calculated, waiting for you to pounce. He must have been watching you in the woods on your hunt. You knew better, staying put exactly where you were. His build intimidated you. He was most definitely twice your size. 

You can do this. Remember your training, you said to yourself, as he began to creep closer. 

He was just steps away from the entrance. It was now or never. You lunged, slicing him right to the bone in his calf. If he was anything like the stories, you knew he would heal quickly. You weren’t expecting the grunt that erupted from him, as the pain took over. 

Rolling out of your kneeling position, you stood, encircling him like a predator. He imitated your every move. It was like a dance. When you lunged, he stepped back, dodging your knife, your fist, whatever you came at him with. He was not a silent fighter, grunting and groaning anytime you struck him. Maybe this was why Hydra was so insistent you were trained to keep silent. 

It was in this thought he caught you, grabbing hold of your wrist and twisting. You caught your breath, breathing through the pain of the tendons twisting. You threw the knife, catching it in your other hand and lunging forward despite the pain. 

He blocked your attack, hitting you in the side hard enough to send you flying. You landed on the forest floor with a thud that reverberated through your bones. The air left your lungs, making it harder for you to move backwards as The Winter Soldier began marching towards you. Everything about him was militant, even his stealth. 

He leered over you, watching you like the meek prey you felt like in this moment. You attempted to shuffle away from him, but it was no use. His hand came down on your throat, squeezing just enough to hold you still. His knife dug into the binding of your corset, ripping through the tight stitching, until the blade met your skin. Your silence shocked him. There wasn’t even a gasp for air as you maneuvered yourself to your backup knife tucked in its sheath against your thigh.

Blood pooled out around your corset and onto the pale yellow of your dress, mixing with the mud and dirt. The Winter Soldier twisted the knife more, confused as to how you were still moving, still silent, despite the pain he was inflicting upon you. Clearly, they hadn’t filled him in on who he was up against. 

Your knife found the exposed side of his suit, striking over and over until he let go. He stood, unfazed by the knife wounds.  You stumbled to stand up, ready to fight again despite your struggle to find solid ground. 

Breathe. Breathe. You repeated to yourself, the mantra making it easier to steady yourself. 

He lunged, his knife coming in contact with your cheek at your lousy attempt to dodge it. Blood trickled out and down from the wound that had already prepared to stitch itself back up. You caught his wrist during his second strike, pulling him closer until your noses were damn near touching. 

You struck him right in the stomach, making him grunt loudly. You let go of his wrist, as he stumbled over a rock, falling flat on his face. Taking this opportunity, you moved him over to straddle him, taking the fabric from the bow on your dress off in one swift movement. You capture his wrists, bringing them above his head and tying them together. 

It was a record how fast you had gotten the Winter Soldier immobilized. In another quick second you had pried his mask off. You wanted to see his face. If only Hydra could see you now. He looked up at you, a mixture of shock and another emotion you couldn’t make out written all over his face. He was scared- which was an emotion The Winter Soldier was trained to not feel. Someone else was in him entirely, you discovered. But for now he was still The Winter Soldier; he was still a threat. 

“What do you want from me?” You asked, holding your knife right at his throat. 

“To return you,” he answered. It was a struggle to get the words out. You felt a sense of accomplishment at this.

“Return me to who? To Hydra? Hah!” You couldn’t help the maniacal laugh that escaped you. His eyes only widened at this, the mixture of blood and dirt smeared on your face only making you appear more unhinged.

“Of course they sent you. Don’t you see, this is just a test. To see if my training was successful.” Rage fueled through you like a gasoline fire. He had no idea why he was sent here, or who you were.

“What do you mean?” His blue eyes shone brighter as he talked. He was genuinely confused, banking on the edge of someone else's consciousness. 

 “They trained me to be better than you, солдат. To replace you. They sent you after me on a death mission, because they knew I outrank you.” You responded, referring to him by his title, soldier.

The Winter Soldier didn’t look all that convinced. In fact, he looked at you like you were crazy. It was all a distraction.  You failed, despite your training, to take notice of his fingers, which were working silently and quickly at the knot on his wrists. In two quick seconds, he had undone the fabric, flipping you over and confiscating the knife. He held it to your throat, his other hand gripping your wrists above your head. 

“Now who outranks who? You have no idea what you are talking about крыса, you are a spy.” He said gruffly, pointing the knife deeper against your throat. Yet another trickle of blood ran down your skin. 

“What?!” You asked bewildered, recognizing the name he called you from the camp. Rat. 

“They told me dead or alive. I have no problem returning you in pieces.” The harshness in his voice made you stop. You couldn’t help the fear that took over, your blood running cold at the thought of the Winter Soldier tearing you to shreds. He now had the control, and there was no way you could win, not like this. You looked up at him, your eyes softening as his blues began to lighten. Someone was trying to break through. The Winter Soldier was breaking right in front of you, this was why they were training you. 

As he looked down at you, a barrier broke in his psyche. He hesitated, pulling the knife back slightly, loosening his grip on your wrists. It allowed you the smallest window of time to grab the rock just above your fingertips, and smash it over his head. He fell instantly, his head slumping into your shoulder, the knife falling beneath you. 

Using your strength you had regained by helping the loggers over the past few months, you rolled him off of you and sat up. You grabbed the knife and tucked it back in your boot before moving to The Winter Soldier. You strippeed him of his weapons, setting them in the cave. 

During your training you had heard them talk about the methods of the current Winter Soldier. You had heard the trigger words, the wiping of his memory, the data they had on him. There was a good chance he would wake up his normal self. So you waited. 

Dawn had rolled into the forest by the time he stirred. You stood instantly, waiting for him to come too. His eyes slowly opened, taking in the forest floor, the leaves, the tall trees above him. Panic flooded through him as he sat, instantly trying to figure out where he was but most importantly, what he had done. 

His eyes fell to you, to all the blood that coated your face, dress, and skin. To the knife gleaming in your hand. He tried his hardest to recall what happened, but it was to no avail. 

“Please…” he begged, catching you off guard. “What happened? Who are you?” 

“You… you don’t remember?” 

“No.” 

“Who are you?” You asked skeptically. You had no idea the name of his original self. 

“James. James Bucahnon Barnes. My friends call me Bucky.” He answered. His eyes were a little bluer than they were before, his demeanor a little weaker. You recognized the hue of blue… this was the person who hesitated.

“Okay James… Why did you come for me?”

“I… I don’t know. I don’t even know where I am.” 

“I know who you are солдат. You don’t have to play dumb with me.” 

Bucky looked at you, letting out a sigh of defeat. He looked exhausted and in pain. You knew it couldn’t have been the stab wounds, they were already healed by now, scarred over. 

“Does it hurt? The switch?” You asked, kneeling to be on his level. He looked at you quizzically. 

“From The Winter Soldier to yourself?” 

He was hesitant to answer. He still had no idea who you were. He remained silent, looking around for any sign of water. You watched him as he stood, turning around to take in his surroundings. His hair was longer, falling just around his eyes. In the daylight he looked less intimidating. He was big, but right now he just looked lost. A shell of his former self. 

He took off down the hill, and you followed. He was headed towards the creek that ran through the woods. 

“Don’t drink that,” you called out after him. He stopped in his tracks, looking back towards you. 

“The water is unsanitary down here. If you want clean water and some food, you should follow me to the village. They’re safe people. They took me in without any question.” You offered, fidgeting with your dress. Bucky hesitated once more, debating on if he could trust you. He had recognized the hilt on the knife you had held- a Hydra emblem carved into it. He didn’t know who you were or where you came from, but he assumed he could trust you for now. 

He nodded and followed you back up the hill. 

When you arrived at the village, the loggers stood at the entrance, as if they had been waiting for you. You cursed under your breath as you realized they probably were. By now, they were supposed to be an hour into their day, but noticing you weren’t there probably worried them. Especially Kristoff, who stood front and center, a look of worry etched in his features. 

“Where were you? Are you okay? What the hell happened?” Kristoff exclaimed, as you appeared out of the treeline. You forgot about the blood dried all over you, and the mysterious man in tow didn’t help. 

“I’m okay, I promise,” you said, allowing his arms to grip the sides of your arms, holding your steady. 

“Who's your friend?�� 

“This is Bucky, I invited him back here to freshen up.” 

Kristoff didn’t believe you, the look on his face said it all. But he stood back, allowing for Bucky to move forward into the village. He moved hesitantly, taking in his surroundings. 

The village was small, with cabin style houses. There was a covered common area in the middle where the families joined for dinner, before separating into their respective houses for the night. It was a tight knit community. One you felt Bucky might really need at this moment. 

“Go get cleaned up dear, we’ll help him.” One of the wives, Anneleise, offered. Bucky stilled, not a fan of the idea. 

“It’s okay, thank you Anneleise, but I think I should be the one to help him.” Anneleise nodded, handing you the extra towels. 

You led Bucky to the cabin you stayed in. It had been abandoned after the previous owner passed from old age. It had been waiting for you, like fate. 

“There’s a shower back here,” you pointed to the one bathroom nestled in the corner of the cabin. You handed him the towels. He paused, still hesitant to do anything.

“Look, I don’t know much, but here's what I do know: I escaped a Hydra camp where they were training me to be a better you. I found this village, who accepted me, scars and all, without hesitation. They are removed from the world to every extent. They hunt their own food, clean their own water, make their own clothes, everything. They attend a market in a nearby small town to sell their wood and that's it. I can only assume Hydra sent you to kill me- but in reality they know I can’t be killed. They made sure of that in my training. They wanted you to bring me back, so they could continue making me you. That's why you were after me.” 

Bucky stared at you with so much empathy, it made you want to puke. You scoffed, pushing the towels into his hands and pushing him towards the shower.

“Go clean up,” you demanded. He gave a curt nod, before turning towards the bathroom. 

Sighing, you unlaced the corset that was bound around your waist- now ruined by Bucky’s knife work. You placed it gently on the chair in the corner of the room, before undoing the dress. There was no way you could get the blood out of such a light color. 

“Damn it, this was my favorite too.” You whispered, while grabbing a longer tight knit shirt to throw on for the time being. 

You threw a few logs into the fireplace, lighting a fire. It was a chilly spring day, and the fire roared to life immediately, answering your prayers for warmth. 

“Where are my weapons?” Bucky asked, emerging from the bathroom. He was still fully clothed and dirty. 

“I hid them for now. Until we figure out what to do next.” You turned back to the fire, poking at it absentmindedly. 

“How can I trust you?” Bucky whispered. It came out strangled. He was struggling to process this. You turned slowly, allowing him to assess your every move. 

“I will not hurt you unless I have to. You are safe here so long as you are James Buchanon Barnes.” 

It seemed to be enough reassurance for him, as he turned to head towards the bathroom once more.

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It's a Cruel Summer with you! (Marvel's Version)

Hiya Besties!

All summer long I will be running this little song fic project! In honor of the Era's Tour, and my 2 years on tumblr anniversary this summer (TS is my fave artist), I decided to start this project with Taylor Swift, since blondie has SO many great songs that I would love to turn into a fic, especially for the Stranger Things Universe!

I already have one in the works that's like a sweet and sour Billy Hargrove Thriller-- but the song will be a surprise!

Depending on how this goes, I may open this up to other artists and universes!

I'd like to dedicate this project to two users: @atlaese and @theyear1980 ; Thank you both for always encouraging me to continue writing, and for being there for me on this two year journey! I love you both dearly!!

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Halloween Traditions - e.m.

Summary: Just some Halloween Fluff with Eddie :)

Warnings: none, pure fluff, but reader does have a happy relationship with parents.

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson

Word count: 1.9k

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Halloween was one of your favorite holidays. Between the candy, the scary movies, creepy decor and getting to dress up however you wanted, nothing could top it. Especially this year since you were spending it with your boyfriend, Eddie Munson. 

You had a whole night planned, starting with baking spooky desserts, popping in a thriller, and topping it all off with some Halloween fun… just the two of you. Excitement rose in you as the clock ticked away, counting down the seconds, minutes, and hours until Eddie could come over. 

However, he had other plans in mind. You didn’t tell him your plans, as you wanted to keep it a surprise. So when Dustin asked him to join their group to go trick or treating, he had to give in. He didn’t want to, but after everything they had gone through together, to see Dustin staring up at him, begging, pleading…, well, he had to say yes. 

“Thank you, thank you, you will not regret it. We go to the houses with the best candy, I promise. Full size candy bars, people. Full size!” Dustin exclaimed loudly in the hall. 

“Oh-, and uh, bring y/n, too!” 

Eddie found you later that day at your locker grabbing your things for your next class. You hadn’t seen him walk up, as he stepped behind where your locker door was. Slamming it shut,you noticed something in your peripheral and jumped with a fright. 

“Jesus, Eddie! You scared me!” 

“What, scared of little old me? Impossible,” he smirked. “So, uh, listen. Dustin and his little buddies invited me and you to go trick or treating tonight and I said yes. Figured it could be fun, they promised us full size candy bars,” Eddie tempted. 

“What? Eddie. I had a whole night planned for us,” you whined, pouting slightly. Of course he had no idea, but you were still upset that he agreed before discussing it with you. 

“You did?” He asked, taken aback. He hadn’t expected you to plan a whole night of festivities for the two of you. No one had ever done something like that for him before. “I mean, I guess I could tell Dustin we can’t go.”  

The face of a disappointed Dustin flashed in your mind, his eyes sad and doe like. You couldn’t do that to him. 

“No, it’s fine. We’ll go. Can’t stand to see that little shit sad,” you said, giving Eddie a small smile. He took your hands in yours and held them in front of you. “Well just do our things when we get back!” 

“A whole night with you? Can’t complain about that,” Eddie said, giving you a small kiss on the lips. You giggled, and headed off to class. 

You were struggling with your costume. You were supposed to be a sexy work out barbie, complete with teal fishnets, a bright  pink leotard, leg warmers and fluffy sweatbands. You had teased your hair to make it big and poofy, and were now working on your makeup. The blue wasn’t the right color, which stressed you out, but it was the closest you had. After lining your lids and putting on some mascara, you moved on to pick out jewelry. 

“Perfect,” you whispered, after discovering your giant blue lightning bolt earrings matched your eyeshadow perfectly. Stepping back to look in the mirror, you realized the earrings were the perfect touch to tie your look together. Eddie was going to kill you for what you were wearing, making him frustrated all night, but it was worth it. 

You still had about twenty minutes until the kids plus Eddie picked you up. Since your house was the closest to the neighborhoods with the full size candy, Dustin suggested they all meet at yours. You decided to grab a quick bite to eat while you waited. 

Downstairs your mom stood in the kitchen making halloween treats for her and your dad. They had their own little night of festivities planned, a tradition they started when you were little. Every year, they would take you out trick-or-treating, and once you came back and went to bed, they would drink wine and  watch scary movies or read a Stephen King novel together. Once you stopped trick-or-treating, they added more things to do for the night, some with you and some without. Tonight, they had a similar plan to what you originally had with Eddie. 

“Wow, babe, you look stunning,” your mom said, reviewing your outfit when you strutted into the kitchen. Your dad looked you over, giving a disapproving  tut before returning to icing the brownies he had made. 

“Thanks mom! Can I steal some?” You asked, eyeing the delicious spread before you. 

“Of course, help yourself. Your dad and I won’t eat all these anyways.” 

“Speak for yourself,” your dad playfulled scorned. Your mom giggled, nudging him slightly. That was the love you always wanted growing up, and while some things were different between you and Eddie, you knew the love you had was as close as you were going to get to the love your parents shared for each other. 

You stole a cookie and a rice krispy treat your mother had made, and popped them into your mouth. Making sure to compliment her work, you continued hanging out with them for the few more minutes you had. A loud and rapid knock at the door sounded, signaling your crew was here. 

“Have a great night!” Your mom called out as you headed out the door. 

“Alright, so if we take Abercorn to Croft that should be the fastest route,” Dustin said the second you stepped foot out the door. He sure was eager to get to the good houses. Mike and Lucas piped up about a possible quicker route, and they all began to bicker. 

“Hi,” you said to Eddie, who had not stopped looking you up and down since you stepped out. A blush rose to your cheeks while you waited to hear his approval- or disapproval, which you prayed desperately would not be what he thought. 

“Wow, Barbie, you sure have left me speechless,” he said, licking his lips which suddenly felt abnormally dry. 

“Hopefully in a good way?” You offered.  

“Oh, in a very good way darling,” he whispered, giving you a kiss. You giggled, wrapping your arms around him. 

“And what are you supposed to be?” You asked, tugging on his leather jacket. 

“Oh, uh, a rocker vampire, or something, I don’t know. Dustin got mad I didn’t dress up and added this to make it a costume,” Eddie pointed to the trail of red coming from his mouth. You giggled and pulled him into a kiss. 

“Yo, lovebirds, let's go! You can suck face later!” Dustin shouted, tapping his foot impatiently. 

The night was filled with laughter and stress as Dustin  ran frantically ahead of the group to ensure you made it to the good houses in time. Sure enough, you did, snagging so many full size candy bars, you were sure you had enough to last you the next two halloween.  The kids had all parted ways to head home aside from Max, who tagged along with you and Eddie since she lived right across from him. Eddie was a little hesitant about it at first, but you insisted, saying she shouldn’t walk home alone at night like that. 

Once you finally made it to Eddie’s, you walked into his trailer and threw yourself down on the couch. 

“God Ed’s my feet are killing,” you muttered into the pillow. He just chuckled, before kneeling down next to you and taking your shoes off for you. Your heart swelled at the kind gesture, and you turned yourself around. 

“So, what did you have planned tonight, Barbie,” he winked. He had been calling you that all night. 

“Oh, shit! I left it all at home!” You face palmed, waves of disappointment flooding you.

“Hey, it’s alright. Just tell me what you had planned, maybe I have substitutes here.” 

“I had some horror movies picked out…” you trailed off, hoping he had some here- some good ones. 

“Well I’ve got horror movies, babe. What ones did you have in mind?”

“Poltergeist and Halloween 2.” 

He gave you a smile before standing up and heading to the cabinet under the t.v.. A few seconds later, after rummaging around, he pulled out two vhs tapes. Poltergeist, Halloween 2. 

“Eddie! That’s perfect!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands in excitement. He set them on the coffee table for now, and knelt in front of you. 

“What else did you have planned,” he whispered, running his hands up your thighs, his rings slightly pulling at the fishnets. You giggled, pushing him off. 

“I was going to have us bake halloween treats, but honestly I think the candy bars would suffice,” you replied, opening your bag to eye them all. 

“Oh, actually, hold on-,” Eddie said, getting up from his seat next to you on his couch. He sauntered into the kitchen, the sound of his black  jeans rubbing together filled the air. You eyed him curiously as he opened a cabinet you couldn’t see into, pulled out a bag, and walked back into the living room. Inside the bag was a small cake, decorated to represent a graveyard that he had picked up at the store earlier. 

“I was going to eat this myself, but I guess I can share it with you,” he winked, handing you a fork he had also grabbed while in the kitchen. You smiled, absolutely in love with the man before you. 

“Aw, Eddie, you didn’t have to do that,” you smirked. Eddie never shared his food, that was Eddie knowledge 101. He did not like sharing, so used to not having enough for himself. But if  he had the last plate of food in the world, he  would give his entire plate to you. 

“Which movie do you want to watch first?” He asked, leaning over to grab the two vhs tapes. 

“You pick, surprise me,” you responded as you shoved a piece of cake in your mouth. 

He popped in one of the vhs tapes, and came back to settle into his spot next to you on the couch. Watching horror movies with Eddie was truly an experience. He started out tough, reminding you that you can hide behind him at any point when you get scared. But after the second jumpscare in the film, you find him bringing his knees to his chest, and then ducking his head behind your shoulder, all while you laugh. 

“Scared baby boy?” You tease, ruffling his hair. 

“What? No, what makes you think that,” he’d cough, returning to his original position. 

The night went on like that until you finished both movies, half your bags of candy, and the cake. You both had moved back into his bedroom, and were laying on the bed cuddled under his favorite black fluffy blanket. 

“I loved spending my day with you today,” Eddie whispered, nudging your cheek with his nose. 

“I loved spending my day with you too,”  you replied, completely caught up in the domestic bliss of laying under the covers with Eddie. 

This was how you wanted to spend the rest of your Halloween nights with him. Taking some kiddos trick or treating, going back home and watching horror movies, eating junk food, and ending the night in complete bliss- just like your parents that you adore. 

“I love you,” he whispered, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. 

“I love you too.”

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