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marvelwitchergilmore · 2 months ago

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Meant To Be (2)

Summary: Bucky Barnes x fe!Reader -> The day you disappeared from the world.

Disclaimer: This is part two/prequel to Meant To Be. Angst, Fluff, Bucky and Reader having feelings for each other, platonic!Howard Stark, mentions of death, swearing, mourning. Not Proof Read.

You pounded your fist on the front door only to be greeted by Mr Jarvis.

“Ms Y/l/n.”

“Sorry, Mr Jarvis. I didn’t think you’d be awake yet. Is he here?”

“Still in bed, Ms.”

Jarvis just opened the door wider for you to step inside. “I was just about to take him his morning breakfast.”

“I��m afraid it will have to be on the go this morning, Mr Jarvis.”

“Yes, Ms.”

As you had done for as long as you could remember since meeting Howard Stark, you headed towards his bedroom in order to pull him from his bed.

“Alright, Stark. Get up.”

Howard just groaned from under the covers. It sounded like he said “Five more minutes,”.

“Nope. Not this morning. The Colonel has been on my ass all week about you and I’ll be damned,” you pulled the heavy covers from his body. “If I let my ass get reprimanded because of your ass. So, get up.”

Howard groaned again.

“Mr Jarvis!” You called out behind you. “You wouldn’t happen to have an ice cold pitcher of water by any chance.”

“Why, yes. In fact, I’m just readying Mr Stark one now.”

That got Howard up out of bed. He practically sprang to the other side. “No. You’re not doing that again.”

“Get up when I tell you and I’ll never do it again.”

“I’m up. Are you happy now, sweet cheeks?”

You deadpanned him before throwing the clean washcloth that lay on his bedside table. Howard was known for washing his face first thing before he got out of bed. According to him, it kept him looking “young and attractive,”.

“Get cleaned up. I’ll be outside.”

Giving Howard a ride into work, you were both greeted with almost all the SSR members hustling around the place.

“Is something going on today that I’m not aware of?”

“It’s testing day,” Howard told you as he lay his briefcase over the chair in front of him.

Meanwhile, you were hanging your coat up on the coat rack, taking the space in around you as Howard walked away. But you couldn’t stand comprehending the super soldier in the corner, blushing as Peggy accidentally touched his hand, or the boys everyone knew had lied on their enlistment form but still allowed it anyway, or the ego-centric scientist washing a hand over one of the girl’s asses, for too long.

Within minutes of you entering the building, Bucky had found you.

“How long do you think it’ll take today?”

You jumped a little, holding onto your coat on the rack a little tighter. “Jesus- Do you always have to sneak up on me?”

“It’s not my fault you don’t hear me.”

“That’s because you walk as if you’ve got a secret to hide.” Letting go of your coat, you picked your files up from the main desk, Bucky hot on your heels.

“Not true. Well, maybe a little. But you still haven’t answered my question.”

“Well, looking at it now…” You and Bucky paused side by side.

You found that, often when standing together, there was barely an inch of room between you and Bucky. Which, although you were managing to handle, was doing no good for the crush you realised you had slowly developed over the last couple of months.

He’d just sat there across the desk, looking tired and all kinds of handsome. You’d seen him sitting like that a hundred times or more, but for some reason that night was when your stomach decided to erupt with butterflies.

But, you were handling it.

You thought you already had it handled until three days ago when Peggy cornered you in the ladies bathroom. Josie, one of the secretaries, had sauntered her way over looking all perfect and pretty. She’d touched his arm, leaning in close to him. He’s smiled at her and, despite seeing him smile at plenty of girls like that, even recently. For the first time, you’d been jealous.

It was an ugly emotion and you didn’t like yourself very much for feeling it. Bucky- James. He was your friend. One of your best friends. Someone you could talk to about anything. There wasn’t a single part of you willing to risk that.

“I’d say we’re a few months away from something actually happening.”

Bucky scoffed. “He’ll ask her out. He just needs a little coaching, that's all.”

“Coaching?” You laughed. “From who? You?”

Bucky seemed a little offended. “I’ve had plenty of successful dates.”

You tried to not let that sting as much as it did.

“He just needs some confidence.”

You chuckled. “Okay, Romeo. But I know I’m right. And here.”

You pushed a file into his chest.

“What’s this?”

You tried to ignore the feeling that erupted inside of you when his hand brushed yours.

“Your paperwork. I saw you sneak it into my pile last night.”

You continued on walking, Bucky walking a little further behind you.

“You know, if I knew the army contained this much paperwork, I would have had second thoughts.”

You just threw a smile over your shoulder to him, watching as he sat at his desk.

Steve’s desk was joined onto his, meanwhile, directly diagonal to Bucky was your desk. In front of you was Peggy’s desk. So, although Peggy and Steve would have to turn a little to look at each other, you and Bucky had a direct eyeline to one another.

Something else that didn’t help the crush you were harbouring on him.

There was just something…handsome about the way he looked when he was concentrating. In his own little world, flipping and writing between pages. And for a moment, you’d wonder if that is what it would have been like if you’d gone to school together.

You’d been with him to plenty of museums and tech conventions. You’d seen the true side of Bucky. One that was rarely seen. His nerdy wonder and enjoyment.

It was barely two hours before Bucky stood and walked over to your desk. He had tried thirty minutes ago but the Colonel had walked by his desk, stopping in front of him since he’d caught him staring at you across the room.

The Colonel had just hummed, however, before muttering something to himself.

“Just as bad as the others.”

Bucky had wondered what the Colonel meant, until he followed his next eyeline over to the map desk where Steve was standing with Peggy.

Then he moved on.

Bucky knocked on your desk twice to get your attention. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“I was wondering if you’d want to come with me on Saturday.”

“Aren’t we working on Saturday?”

Bucky shook his head. “No. We’re both off. There’s a new exhibit being put on at the museum and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me.”

Bucky had attended plenty of museum and tech conventions alone. But his favourite ones were the ones where you’d attend with him. He got to be closer to you. He’d hear you talk about whatever thing you’d been waiting to talk to him about. He got to hear your laugh and by the end of the night, he got to hold your hand.

You smiled. “You need me to run the ladies off again?”

Bucky chuckled. “Maybe. Just so long as you stay.”

You looked up at him. This man.

“Okay.”

Bucky smiled. “Pick you up at four?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

That was when a small alarm sounded and Bucky responded to it.

“I better go,” he said before running off. But then he came back. “Make sure Peggy doesn’t touch my desk.”

You nodded. “I promise.”

Bucky smiled. “See you soon, doll.”

You smiled, watching him jog down the hall and towards the control room. Meanwhile, Howard appeared around the corner.

“Y/n?”

You knew that look on his face. He needed your help.

“What have you done?”

Standing up, you left your things at your desk and followed him through the building and towards the basement.

“I haven’t done anything. Well, not yet.”

You sighed. “Show me.”

Entering the room, it was just yourself, Howard and two of his researchers. “The chemical equation is wrong.”

“Don’t you know how to fix it?”

“It doesn’t need to be fixed.”

You looked at him as you examined his machinery. “I understand you’re incredibly smart, Howard. But you’re not making any sense.”

Howard sighed. “The last time I used it, it worked. My math is never wrong.”

“Then change it.”

“I can’t. Any higher and it won’t just melt the machinery, it’ll melt human skin.”

You grimaced at the thought. “You know, if you boys let women do more of the talking, there is a higher chance that war wouldn’t be taking place.”

“Well, right now there’s a war going on in here. Can you…can you help?”

You took a look at his blackboard.

“It’s not your math.”

“I know that.”

You shrugged. “Have you tested a model of this size before?”

“That’s what today is for.”

“Uh, Mr Stark?” One of the researchers popped their heads up. “I think I might have found our problem.”

You watched as Howard walked over towards the control panel that had been recently forced open.

“Well- what is that? Oh, jesus. Is that a bolt? What’s it doing-”

As Howard pulled it out, everyone heard a big clunk!

“Is the building still standing?” You asked after a few minutes of silence.

Howard looked around at the walls and along the floor. Nothing had cracked the concrete. As far as he was aware; the building was still standing.

“Yep. Must be one of the inner mechanisms. Hand me that crowbar?”

You spun around until you saw the workstation and picked up the rusting metal crowbar.

“Military issue. Not the prettiest thing in the world, but she gets the job done.” Howard explained as he began to yank one of the side panels off.

“We figure, if we can make this thing industrial size, we’ll be able to fit it on top of a tank. That way, if it fits on one, it can melt one.” Howard continued to talk as he lay on the floor and practically got inside of the machine itself.

You crouched down on the floor, peering inside. There had to be at least thirty main electrical wires, feeding some kind of blue and green substance into tubes.

“You become more peculiar the longer I know you, Howard.”

From his space on the floor, he looked at you and smiled. “Thanks. Pass me that thing, will you, toots?”

Rolling your eyes, you moved behind you and reached for the socket wrench that had been laying on the floor. You handed it to him before standing up and looking around the rest of the machine.

“Do I even wanna know when you came up with this idea?”

“Uhh.”

Howard was stalling. Usually when he stalled it was because he had been in another tryst with a woman who was most definitely off limits.

“Alright,” you chuckled.

Howard sighed. “You know what, you’re always on at me about my…friends.”

“That’s what you’re calling them now? Not production assistants?”

“What about you and Bucky, huh? I see the way you two look at each other. You’re really gonna tell me nothing is going on there.”

“We’re just friends, Howard.”

“Friends, my ass.” Howard lifted himself from the ground to peek out of his hiding place to look at you. You were standing with one heel across the other, a hand on your hip, staring down at him like you were his mother scolding him for doing something wrong in school…again.

“You and I are friends. No matter how many times I try to make it something else.” He muttered that last part to himself but you heard it anyway and chuckled.

Howard was a flirt. A shameless flirt. It just so happened that, before Peggy, you were one of the first to let the flirting comments fall.

Howard disappeared back under the machine for a moment.

“You and Bucky, however, are not.”

“Howard-”

“What are you doing this weekend?”

“Going to a museum.”

“With?” Howard pressed.

“Bucky.”

Finally, Howard stood from the ground and looked at you across the console desk.

“It’s not what you think.”

Howard just smiled. “You and Barnes are going on, yet another, date. You like him. I know, because every time you look at him, you get the same goofy look in your eyes that Mr Jarvis does when he looks at his wife.”

You tried to hide your embarrassment, but it only seemed to come out as annoyance against Howard.

“I do not.”

“Yes, you do. And, I also know,” Howard was moving around the console towards you. “That Bucky has deep feelings for you.”

Howard was standing in front of you. He didn’t have to raise his voice anymore.

“He likes you, Y/n. And we’re at war. I don’t like thinking like that, but there’s no escaping the truth. We’re at war and a lot more people are gonna be losing their loved ones. Maybe it’s about time you took a chance with yours.”

You just stared at Howard. He had a point.

“He’d be lucky to have you.”

You took a breath before turning away. “I thought we were down here to start testing, not discuss my…that.”

Howard smiled. “You know I’m right,” he practically sang as he walked away, wielding his wrench like a conductor.

Ten minutes later, everything was seemingly ready.

As one of the other researchers left to go and get the Colonel, Howard started the controls up so everything would be ready by the time people arrived.

Only, as Howard started flicking buttons, you stood up.

“Howard.”

Something was beginning to shake in the room.

“Is it meant to be doing that?”

“No…”

Howard moved around the panels to take a look at the dials. Everything seemed normal.

Then it started to shake even more.

It was almost like your washing machine had been set onto a fast spin, but this time you were inside of the rattling machine.

“Howard!”

“I’m on it.”

“What can I do?”

Howard didn’t answer you, but it didn’t matter. Because within seconds, the arm of the machine started going haywire and as Howard yelled at everyone to get down, you felt the wind get knocked out of you.

As Howard finally shut down the machine from the inside, tearing at one of the wires, the building stopped shaking and the Colonel, along with Peggy, ran inside.

“Stark! What the hell is going on?!” The Colonel yelled.

“I wish I could tell you.” Howard stood, his legs still shaking from the movement in the floor. “Something must have come loose.”

“What the hell is that?”

Peggy pointed and everyone looked at what it was. A smattering of blue dust and what could only be described as a bullet exit wound, cracking into the concrete wall.

More people joined, running inside asking questions but fell silent when they saw the damage.

Cracks along the walls, machinery and different liquids on the floor, and a large crack in place of where you had been standing.

“Y/n? Where’s Y/n?”

“Stark! Where is my Agent?!”

“I…I don’t…” Howard was in shock.

Peggy sprang into action. Maybe you hadn’t been hit. Maybe you’d taken cover or not been in the room at all. People started following her orders to find you.

“Stark, where is my agent?” The Colonel asked as he approached him. “Now, she better not be dead or else I’ll have your neck for this.”

Howard shook his head. “You need a body to be dead.”

They both knew that to be true, but considering the fight they were having with Red Skull and a Super Soldier, it was quite plausible to have a death without a body.

Meanwhile, down one of the hallways, Peggy ran into both Bucky and Steve.

“Hey, what the hell was that shaking-”

“Have you seen Y/n?”

“I thought she was with Howard.”

Peggy shook her head. “Something went wrong.”

“What went wrong?”

“We, uh, we don’t know yet. But I just…”

As Steve took Peggy by the shoulder, Bucky made a run for it down to Howard’s lab. He saw the Colonel sat with Howard, but his commander quickly stood up and walked over to him.

“Barnes-”

“Where is she? What happened to her?”

“We’re still trying to figure that one out.”

In the days that followed, Bucky didn’t know his head from his feet. He’d just spoken to you that morning. You were meant to be meeting him for dinner that evening. He was meant to be taking you out that Saturday.

Nobody could bring themselves to clear away your desk. It was just how you’d left it. Open files, half finished paperwork, scrap pieces of paper with ideas and things written down.

But when the Colonel got word someone was coming in to replace you, he went to one person.

“Son?”

It was after hours and Bucky was yet to leave his desk. Mostly, his eyes had been focused on your desk, where you should have been sitting, scolding him for staying too late because it meant you had to stay late. Then he’d tell you, you didn’t have to stay, to which you tell him you wouldn’t let him work alone.

Bucky looked up and saw the empty box in his arms.

“Someone needs to clean out her desk and I think it should be you. They’ve got a replacement coming tomorrow.”

Bucky swallowed down his fear; accepting you were gone for good. And he took the box.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, son.” The Colonel held his shoulder as he stood up. “I know she meant a lot to you. You meant a lot to her, too.”

The Colonel had seen the red, tearful eyes of Bucky for the last few days. The dejected look each time he looked up and found your desk empty, the bow of his head as he’d hide his face every time someone said your name.

It had taken both the Colonel and Steve to pull him from Howard’s throat.

And now he was left to clear out your desk.

And for a while, he managed to keep his emotions in check. Sweeping away your files, adding them to his pile to finish for you. Clipping all your notes together, cleaning away the ink stains of your fingerprints by the edge of your desk.

Then taking the pictures from your desk, seeing your smiling face, placing them inside the box.

Then he found a key.

Bucky had pulled out your chair and sat down before opening up the locked drawer of your desk. That’s when all control over his emotions left him.

Inside, along with some more of your personal belongings, was a notepad. Each date had been crossed off, as had the things listed under it. Except for the one that you had started at the beginning of the week.

It was all the things you wanted to talk to him about; at dinner, walking home, and on Saturday. You made a list so you wouldn’t forget or accidently leave anything out.

And for a second, he smiled.

Then he cried.

You’d never get to talk to him about these things. He’d never hear your voice again. He’d never see you smile or roll your eyes or scoff or hear you yell at him. He’d never hear you laugh again.

It was hours before he left your desk and went home, keeping your box of things under his bed in case you came back. Howard was adamant that you would. The blast wasn’t strong enough to kill, but it was strong enough to melt. But, he hadn’t made it to melt human skin.

So you shouldn’t have died.

You couldn’t be dead.

You had to be alive…somehow.

And that was the thought, for as much as he wanted to kill Howard, Bucky kept with him.

That you were still out there, somewhere, and that you’d come home.

But the longer time went on, the harder that idea was to accept.

People started to mourn in their own ways. Mr Jarvis and his wife set out your favourite flowers on their dinner table on your birthday. The same flowers Howard started growing in his garden a week after you had disappeared. The Colonel had sent Peggy to make sure the gravestone issued for you was just right. Nothing too fancy; after all, there was still hope you’d come back. Steve, along with the other Howling Commandos, raised a toast in your honour.

But when the day came that Bucky fell from the train…

Only one thing made him smile. And that was that he’d get to see you again.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 4 months ago

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wish lantern rewrite

I can’t be the only one that wishes we had actually traveled to a new location… that we had learned about a new culture and holiday… that Riddle had actually had more character development in Wish Lantern instead of being cooped up in the library, being forced to play pretend princess in order to get out, and give like maybe a handful of lines max in the second half of the event 😭 What we ended up getting was fun too, but I keep thinking about the missed opportunities and how great this story event could have been.

If Twst won’t give it to me then I will have to cook my own food 😤

Here’s how I would write Wish Lantern if I was in the Twst writing room:

Since Riddle is the SSR, I feel the story and its set-up should center him. I’m thinking maybe he’s invited to (or told by his mother to attend) some kind of conference or event in the Kingdom of Heroes or the Sunshine Lands for aspiring medical mages. Let’s say it is being held in the same place where the story of the Princess in the Tower originated because the Sundrop flower mentioned in the tale has miraculous healing properties (and the city/kingdom has since become known for its medical advances).

Riddle is uneasy about going there by himself (the implication being that this event is set after book 1 and, more specifically after book 6, when Riddle expresses to Azul he has been considering pursuing law instead of magic medicine/the career his mother chose for him). Maybe he mentions this unease around Deuce, that he feels obligated to go because “Mother knows best… She has always known what is best for me, hasn’t she?” It could even be in the library. Say that Riddle is brushing up for the conference and happens to run into him, who is looking for a book to help with completing an assignment. After listening to Riddle’s woes, Deuce, being one of the people who knows about his dorm leader’s complicated feelings toward his mother and finding his own independence, offers to come along as emotional support.

As for how Jack gets involved, he’s Deuce’s club member. Maybe he overhears Riddle talking about sports medicine or panels presented by medical mages who work with athletes, or Deuce mentions it in a club meeting. Jack becomes interested because he’s the type of person that’s always looking for ways to enhance his training and to learn more about this subject.

Kalim can either join because he's conveniently in the library + wants to learn more about poisons and antidotes (on his own self-development journey to be more self-sufficient instead of relying on Jamil all the time) or because the Asims are sponsors of the event and he gets a free invite through his Rich Privilege.

Use the usual "Grim overhears and whines until he and Yuu get invited to go along" excuse or maybe have Yuu and Grim come because they, too, want to be emotional support for Riddle. (They could have heard from Deuce?) With that, we have all of the main characters for this event assembled.

Even though this is a rewrite, I'm going to try and follow the conventions of OTHER "hometown" events. That means most of this rewritten event will be exploring the new area, learning about its customs and traditions, souvenir shopping, and sampling food. This would be a great chance to, of course, throw in Tangled references. Because I proposed that this event be focused on a conference for aspiring medical mages, we can also learn more lore about what medical technology and practices exist in Twisted Wonderland and how magic has played a part in advancing medicine.

So it turns out, there's a festival going on in the area at the same time as the conference. That's because there's a holiday in this kingdom that celebrates the Princess in the Tower finding her way home by following a trail of lanterns. Since the conference doesn't start until the next day, we can go out and enjoy the festivities! (Riddle can be hesitant at first, but the others convince him to loosen up.)

The new outfits + hair can be explained away as part of local traditions. Everyone is provided with a potion that lengthens their hair so they can emulate the Princess in the Tower. Or maybe there can be a potion-making station, and length still correlates with the skill at which you were able to brew it. (In this version, the hair lengthening potion isn't made with super rare ingredients; it is something easily accessible for even non-mages to brew and can be made cheaply.) YES, THAT MEANS WE GET LONG HAIR GRIM.

Local specialties could include dishes mentioned or depicted in Tangled, like hazelnut soup (Rapunzel's favorite).

HERE ARE SOME CUTE INTERACTION IDEAS BASED ON RAPUNZEL'S OWN EXPERIENCES IN CORONA: the gang doing chalk drawings and clowning on each other's artistic abilities (or lack thereof), trying out cupcakes (the reasoning being that they're "single servings" so it's okay for Riddle to indulge), exploring bookshops, painting on the walls, and everyone joining in a big group dance! (For the dance, maybe there’s a competition to see who can drag in the most bystanders into the dance and Riddle gradually finds his footing in that + is crowned the winner?) There could even be a tavern that pays homage to The Snuggly Duckling.

While we're out having fun, there should be a consistent pattern of Riddle having to be convinced that it's okay to be participating in these activities. He feels that he should be focusing on studying for the conference, but the others are there to reassure him it's okay to take breathers.

"You won't perform at your best if you're always at 100%. In terms of a workout, you'd be asking to pull a muscle if you push yourself to exercise without end." (Jack)

"Mmm? But how often are we going to be in [name of city]? We're here now, so we might as well experience everything that's here!! The food, the music, the games, the people... You can't find that anywhere but here." (Kalim)

"I get the importance of preparation, but I'm kind of curious about the celebration that's going on. If Rosehearts-senpai wants to study, then he should do that. I'd feel bad exploring the city without him, though... He might miss out." (Deuce)

"Shouldn't you at least grab some grub first? I'm pretty hungry too! Let's check out the food stalls!" (Grim, maybe Yuu can also get a dialogue option)

At some point, the group decides to browse and buy souvenirs. They discuss who they are shopping for and come upon the subject of family. Kalim and Jack want to buy stuff for their siblings and Deuce thinks his mom might appreciate a locally made handkerchief with the kingdom's sun emblem on it. (As a trucker, Dylla often drives for long hours so she might find use in a handkerchief to wipe her forehead.) Yuu and Grim can also bring up potentially getting something for the Ramshackle Ghosts, who are like their found family.

Riddle becomes visibly uncomfortable when the topic of family is brought up. Everyone else sounds so happy talking about theirs, but he has no idea what a happy family is supposed to be like. Deuce (and maybe Yuu + Grim too) realizes why Riddle is uncomfortable and quickly apologize. Kalim and Jack, who aren't familiar with Riddle's background or his attempts to speak with his mother over winter break, are a little confused but the others feel it's not their place to explain why and Riddle doesn't know them well enough to elaborate on personal matters. (Here, Jack and Kalim serve as an in-universe reason to keep his family history vague so as to not spoil people who haven't gotten that far in the main story yet, but the awkwardness is palpable enough to imply something is wrong to serve the narrative of the event story.)

Now, "hometown" events tend to introduce a new character, typically a family member, to us. However, the new characters are not those who appear as the "trauma source" for the respective OB boy. (For example, Falena was not the character introduced to us in Tamashina Mina/Cloudcalling on the Savanna and we met Kifaji instead.) Following this trend, we will not be encountering Mrs. Rosehearts but rather MR. Rosehearts.

I realize that we don't have a ton of lore about Riddle's dad yet so everything I write about his personality is completely headcanon (primarily based on the personality of the King of Hearts). The only things that are canon in this depiction is that 1) Mr. Rosehearts is a medical mage like his wife is and 2) Mr. Rosehearts does not have a happy marriage with his wife.

Anyway, we run into Mr. Rosehearts out in the city. Turns out that he is one of the presenters at the conference and he was supposed to meet and receive Riddle. He's a quiet and slightly anxious man but overall is kind to his son (though we should get the impression that Mr. Rosehearts isn't good with confrontation and folds easily).

Maybe have a part where Mr. Rosehearts is surprised that Riddle has friends because uh... the last time he recalls his son having friends, it was because his wife ranted at them for 5 hours and banned them from their home. But hey, he's chill about it and promises Riddle this can stay between them and he won't tell his mom. Could insert a line or two that implies that the winter break talk didn't go over well. (This is just my headcanon, but you could also stick in a line that insinuates that the Rosehearts parents don't just outright divorce because Riddle's mom can't deal with the potential social fallout + realizing that she is "wrong" in her marriage.)

Every "hometown" event thus far has presented us with some kind of minor external conflict to be resolved. In this case, Riddle's conflict is more internal. He's wrestling with what he wants to do with his future and trying to cope with the reality that his mother isn't the loving, "always correct" woman he thought she was. This, of course, mirrors Rapunzel's struggle with Mother Gothel, who tries to keep her in the tower and doing as she commands.

We finally make our way to our quarters for the night (Riddle has his own room; everyone else has to share one), perhaps in tall tower to mimic Rapunzel's home with Gothel. Riddle knows he should retire early because the conference is first thing tomorrow, but he admits to everyone that after spending time in the city, he has become curious about the tradition of releasing thousands of wish lanterns into the night sky. It happens pretty late in the day though, so he brushes it off and says they should sleep.

... But the others get really hype about Riddle "finally getting into the spirit of the holiday" and decide they should see the lanterns!! The only problem is, Riddle is locked in his hotel room for the night. There could be a local superstition, tradition, or security reason for this. Like maybe due to the story of the Princess in the Tower (and Gothel locking her up), people who are indoors at a certain time of night can't leave until the next day?? Or maybe Mrs. Rosehearts had prepared Riddle's room for him in advance and instructed staff to ensure he doesn't leave because she has been paranoid about him "breaking the rules" again after the tart incident. I don't know, pick your reason.

YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS??? It's time for Jack, Deuce, Kalim, Grim, and Yuu to be Riddle's Flynn Rider + animal companions to break Riddle out. Our group represents the freedom and childhood wonders Riddle missed out on, the antithesis to Mrs. Rosehearts'/Mother Gothel's control. I can see Riddle using his long hair to hoist himself down, Jack using his UM to help everyone race to the water in time to catch the lanterns, Deuce being the muscle if they run into any thugs, Kalim using his social skills to quickly befriend the locals and ask for directions to the best vantage point or using his $$$ to rent the group a rowboat, etc.

We can keep the rhythmic/twistune from the original version of this event where Kalim, Deuce, and Jack were able to safely descend using Riddle’s hair but Riddle hesitates before he’s able to get himself to follow. The reason is the same; he worries about breaking the rules and how his mother would disapprove of him leaving the home. Riddle wonders if the Princess in the Tower felt the same, but ultimately his friends convince him it’s fine (by baiting him with the rules). He will be trapped in this tower forever if he doesn’t summon his strength and take the leap. If not now, then when? When will my life begin? “There are people waiting for me outside, so… it must be okay for me to leave. Right… Mother?”

Riddle keeps nagging everyone about how many rules and social norms they're breaking, but eventually he loosens up and even laughs a little at some of the dumb things they do. We can maybe have him thinking, This is just like… and then flashback to his childhood days with Trey and Chenya.

They're out on the waters just in time to see the lanterns being released. Alternatively, the even runners could be having trouble lighting up all the lanterns or something so Riddle has the opportunity to help with that (this way, we’d still get the other rhythmic/twistune featured in the original event). That particular rhythmic/twistune ends on Riddle with five lanterns floating overhead, which I think could be important symbolism (five lanterns -> five mentions of Heartslabyul).

It's beautiful. Everyone oohs and aahs at the sight--most of all, Riddle. He can say something like... "This city is known for its many contributions to magic medicine. I know that, and yet... I don't believe any magic or medicine could replicate what I am feeling in this very moment." There is some part of Riddle that acknowledges the healing and therapeutic properties of just... being allowed to have freedom, of allowing himself to live in the present and not stress about the rules or gearing up for a future someone else has decided for him all the time. He just doesn't know how to fully verbalize it + has not fully come to terms with it yet, so this is how he expresses it. At last, he sees the light.

While the new location they travel to + the conference provide us with the backdrop of medicine and health for this rewrite, I think there’s also something to be implied about the injuries we don’t see, the pain inflicted that isn’t physical. Both Riddle and Rapunzel were trapped in towers but were also emotionally controlled and prevented from leaving/made scared or the world and disobeying their mothers. When Riddle sees the lanterns, it’s sort of a “wake up” sign to his soul, a reminder of how healing it can be to just… live by one’s own terms, to not be ruled over by fear of disappointing someone else or failing to meet expectations. Rapunzel and Riddle bear scars on their heart from having been raised in the households that they were, and it is seeing the lanterns in-person that helps to “heal” what hurts them.

Riddle recalls the story of the Princess in the Tower and how she made a wish to see the lanterns, so now people make wishes upon these lanterns before releasing them into the sky. He lets go of his own lantern and wishes that, someday, he can be like the Princess in the Tower and this lantern floating up to the sky… and follow his own Road to Freedom.

Everyone sneaks back into their rooms and rest for the day. Uhhh, and there can be a scene of slicing off their hair for tomorrow. Riddle can talk about how the Princess grew her hair long because her mother told her to, but that it must have been cumbersome to walk like this. This way, by cutting off the hair like how the Princess does at the end of her story, it's a liberating act.

It doesn't matter what happens at the conference because what was important was the experiences Riddle had with his friends leading up to it. At most, maybe we see Mr. Rosehearts again while heading to the venue and they have a brief exchange where Riddle lets it slip he's a little tired. "That's so unlike you," Mr. Rosehearts remarks. "Well," Riddle replies with a small smile, "I am a growing young man, after all. I am changing every day."

I want to be clear that this does NOT mean Riddle has had a full character arc to come to terms with how he was raised. He would NOT feel 100% okay with rebelling against his mother by the end of this (hypothetical) event. The point of my version of Wish Lantern isn't to empower Riddle to fistfight Mrs. Rosehearts or to tell her off. The point is that it's supposed to be a small step in helping Riddle through the very complicated process of recognizing he was traumatized and/or abused, accepting that reality, and learning about how he can grow from it and his abuser (who is someone he thought he loved and could trust). This can take YEARS to process in the real world, and it would probably be similar to Riddle. Again, this is meant to be a SINGLE STEP he takes, NOT THE ENTIRE JOURNEY.

So in my rewrite, the event would be split up like this:

Episode 1: invitation to the event; gathering all the relevant characters, hopping through the mirror

Episode 2: arrival in the new location and having fun in the area

Episode 3: souvenir shopping, meeting Riddle's dad

Episode 4: retiring to room, changing mind and deciding to break out instead

Episode 5: seeing the lights, ending

As you can see, the structure is very similar to a traditional "hometown" event. I didn't want to stray too far from Twst's usual writing conventions, as it could mess with the cohesion with the rest of its story events. I did, however, try to change things up a little (like having an internal conflict instead of an external one) and tied in this (hypothetical) story with Riddle's overarching character development, as those are elements that I personally prefer in a story. I realize that the biggest change here is tying my rewrite much more strongly to the main story than similar events have 💦 BUT LET ME HAVE THIS, I think I cooked 😭

... What Wish Lantern could have been OTL Don’t get me wrong, though!! The version we did get wasn’t all bad. There was lore about the NRC library, lots of involvement from the staff, and fun character interactions with the whole student cast. I just feel like those could have all been used for a different event and not the Tangled one which could have been so much more interesting for Riddle and his character.

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Today is the Day of Remembrance of the Victims of the Crimean Tatar genocide. On this day we commemorate all Crimean Tatars whom the soviet authorities oppressed, persecuted and deported in 1944.

Cattle trains were used to deport more than 190 000 Crimean Tatars from Crimea to the Uzbek SSR, several thousand kilometres away. More than 80% of the deported were women, children and the elderly. During the deportation Crimean Tatar men were fighting in the war and did not know what was happening to their families.

Nearly 8 000 Crimean Tatars died during the deportation, and tens of thousands died due to the harsh living conditions in which they were forced to live during their exile.

Local russians immediately began to settle in the houses of the deported Crimean Tatars. Later, the soviet authorities purposefully resettled people from different regions to Crimea. 90% of the local toponyms were russified, almost all mosques and muslim cemeteries were destroyed. The system of education in Crimean Tatar language was eliminated. Studying Crimean Tatar language, development of culture, and the preservation of national traditions were all banned.

#ukraine #history #qirim #crimea #crimean tatars

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gunsandspaceships · 7 months ago

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MCU Timeline: Captain America: The First Avenger

March 10, 1917 - James Buchanan Barnes is born.

August 15, 1917 - Howard Anthony Stark is born.

July 4, 1918 - Steven Grant Rogers is born.

April 9, 1919 - Margaret "Peggy" Carter is born.

Why 1919 (deleted scene from The Avengers) and not 1921 (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), as stated in Wikipedia: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. is not canon for the MCU (events of the show take place in another universe, where Peggy was born in a different year and had a different background).

1934-1936 - young Peggy serves as a nurse in the British Air Force.

1936-1940 - Peggy serves in the Special Air Service.

1940:

Peggy joins the Strategic Scientific Reserve.

Howard founds Stark Industries and becomes its CEO.

May 1941 - Steven Rogers attends a Dodgers vs The Phillies baseball game at Ebbets Field, Brooklyn.

March 1942 - Red Skull invades Norway and extracts the Tesseract.

1942/1943 - The Allies receive a gift from Wakanda: Vibranium. It is given to the SSR's Head Engineer - Howard Stark.

1943:

June 14:

13:50 - Steve gets his last 4F.

And his last beating in the alley a couple of hours later.

Evening - he and Bucky go to the "World Exposition of Tomorrow", where Howard demonstrates his (almost) flying car. Steve meets Dr. Erskine and gets a (falsified) 1A.

June 15:

Sergeant James Barnes heads to Europe with the 107th Infantry Regiment.

Candidate Rogers begins his trial week for Project Rebirth at Camp Lehigh in NJ.

June 21 - Dr. Erskine makes his choice and informs Rogers. They talk about it, about the serum and HYDRA.

June 22, morning - Steve becomes a super soldier. Erskine is killed. The last vial of serum is destroyed.

June 23:

Rogers is offered a position in the USO theater (to help sell war bonds) and receives a (fake) rank of captain.

Night - SSR (including Peggy and Howard) is being retasked to fight HYDRA and goes to London, UK.

July-October - Captain America's US tour (over 200 performances).

November 3rd:

Captain America show in Italy.

Night - Steve goes behind the lines to a HYDRA camp in Austria to rescue Bucky with the help of Peggy and Howard.

November 5th - he returns with 400 (CATFA) or 163 (CATWS) liberated soldiers.

A couple of days later - SSR in London. Based on the locations of HYDRA bases remembered by Rogers, they develop a plan to combat HYDRA. Steve puts together a team.

Marvel Studios' mistake: the medals and badges Steve wears don't make any sense at this particular moment. He simply had neither the time nor the opportunity to earn the Combat Infantry Badge, or the Presidential Unit Citation Badge, nor could he receive the American Defense Service Medal.

Next day, 8 am- Steve meets with Howard and receives his vibranium shield.

1944:

November 1943 - November 1944 - Howling Commandos destroy HYDRA weapons factories.

December 1944 - January 1945 - attack on the train with Dr. Zola. Bucky falls from the train from a great height and is declared killed in action. Zola is captured.

1945:

Soon after, early January - the Valkyrie is finished and ready to attack major US cities. SSR receives information about the location of HYDRA's main base in the Alps and heads there.

Next day - SSR attacks HYDRA's main base. Red Skull teleports to Vormir. The Tesseract is lost in the Arctic Ocean. Crash of the Valkyrie. Steve goes into suspended animation.

After January 1945 - Howard Stark leads expeditions to find Rogers. He finds the Tesseract, but not Captain.

March 23, 1945 - Case №17 is opened. James Barnes "joined" the HYDRA branch in the USSR.

May 8, 1945 - VE-Day.

Spring-Summer 1945 - Howard is involved in the Manhattan Project.

1946:

December 1945/January 1946 - Peggy is assigned to the SSR office in New York.

March 1946 - events of "Agent Carter" one-shot.

2012:

Early 2012 - 67 years later, Steve Rogers is found frozen but alive.

April 2012 - Rogers wakes up in the S.H.I.E.L.D. recovery room in New York City.

MCU Timeline: The Infinity Saga

#marvel #mcu #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #james barnes #mcu timeline #captain america the first avenger #captain america the winter soldier #agent carter #peggy carter #howard stark

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sparklystarrrr · 1 month ago

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Well now that I’ve read your newest papa crewel fic I need one where Floyd is dating crewels daughter!!!

Meeting the parents prompts will genuinely never get old for me IT’S TOO PERFECT

Dinner Tension

Synopsis: Bringing your scary eel boyfriend over to your home to meet your dad is… interesting to say the least.

Contains: Floyd L. x Fem! Reader, Reader is Crewel’s daughter, crack and fluff, GUESS WHO GOT THE FLOYD MERMAN SSR CARDDDD

(Y/n) just hung up the phone call with her father. Her deeply distressed and worried father. Surprise surprise, they'd just gotten off a call where (y/n) suggested she bring over her boyfriend for dinner! Her boyfriend being none other that the infamous Floyd Leech~

Crewel was physically quaking in his expensive fur coat.

His most chaotic student, dating his dear daughter, COMING OVER FOR DINNER??!! IN HIS HOME??!!!!!! Absurd. His finest china plates would NOT be taken out this dinner. The call was full of papa Crewel repeating,”Pup, are you really sure you’d like to have him over for dinner??” And obviously (y/n) would respond with,”Dad, I’m bringing him over whether you like it or not! See you at 6pm!!” and hang up the call before he could argue it.

It took a while to fully convince him this would be at least a mediocre idea to have Floyd come over. A few hours and promising that she would take out the dogs on her own was sure to do the trick. When finally getting Divius on board, he was already making dinner two hours before the couple came. He created a deliciously expensive thick slab of steak garnished with various vegetables. A truly classic meal. He did have to chase off a dog or five from getting the food before anyone else did — they really were well trained, but any canine would jump at the chance to eat such well prepared meats!

Once he finished setting the table, the doorbell sang happily to the Crewel household. Divius sauntered over to the door. “Hi papa!” (y/n) smiled joyfully. “I brought Floyd just like I said!! Come here babe!" The young woman whispered while grasping the hand of her scarily tall boyfriend. He stood with a slanted yet cheery smile and in a clean navy blue hoodie and jeans. He even wore the sneakers he recently bought as opposed to the shoes he wore to his basketball practices. How fancy of him~

"Hey Beakfish, what's up?" Floyd spoke in his normal playful tone. Divius had developed an angry vein on his forehead."It is Master Crewel to you, pup. Just because you are in a relationship with my daughter doesn't mean the title will fall." -- Is what he would've liked to say had (y/n) not interrupted him before his mouth could open,"We should go sit down, right? We have lots of catching up to do!" The girl knew how her father was, and so in order not to have any mishaps or problems, she would have to interrupt... just a little bit...

The three sat at the table, Floyd a bit more clumsier than the Crewel family. His long muscular arm swung around the back of (y/n)'s chair lazily, ”This food looks real delicious~ Usually I only get ta have a chomp of this fancy stuff at the Lounge before givin' it to the customers!" He said with a toothy grin while practically salivating at the food before him. "Ah...Very interesting..." Divius grimaced. (Y/n) sweatdropped, ”You know, the dinner’s getting cold. Let’s eat and talk later!-“ “Dinner can wait Puppy.” Divius said, clearly not interested in eating just yet. His strict grey eyes fixed on Floyd who sat fearlessly in front of his girlfriend's father.”Enough of this small talk. What are your intentions with my daughter, Pup?” …Why is he suddenly gripping the butter knife next to his plate?

“Oh, Shrimpy over here? Oh yeah I like her, I think I’m gonna keep‘er forever!” He said ever so casually with a sharp toothed smirk. Divius was somehow caught up in his words, not expecting it out of the eel. It pleased him to hear the boys words, so much so that he ungripped the butter knife and swirled the glass of red wine in front of him before taking a sip. "Hm... And what are your plans for the future in terms of career paths? I should have you know my daughter will only be allowed to be in a relationship with a man able to fund her expensive lifestyle." "DAD STOP!-" "Oh hush Puppy, you know I will only ever allow you to live a rich and happy life drenched in designer," It was clearly no secret that Crewel enjoyed spoiling his daughter..."Anywho, back to the question." He said, turning to Floyd.

"Uhhh I dunno Beakfishy. Imma just go where the tide pushes me, y'know?" He spoke casually. This boy was going to be the death of Crewel. Oh... there he goes with the butter knife again... The man was biting his bottom lip to hold back any unsavory comments to his choice of lifestyle, Floyd is still his student after all. "I see... And what are your plans after graduating from Night Raven College?"

"Man I'm tired of all of these questions! Can we eat now or what?" Crewel froze up, looking like he was about to leap over the table. He quickly grabbed the bottle of red wine in the middle of the table and filled his cup to the brim."D-dad.. you can stop now..."(y/n) sweat-dropped. "I'm quite fine Puppy." He said firmly. He took a quick swig of wine straight from the bottle."Eat, the food will grow cold any second now." He waved. "Aw yeah Beakfish man, you're the best!" Floyd stabbed his fork into the juicy steak after scrapping the vegetables off of it. His sharp teeth chomped through the piece of meat quickly, leaving a bit of a mess around his mouth.

"Geez, this stuff's GOOD! How'd ya make this, do ya got any more? Babe, can I have yours?-" "NO! My steak..." (y/n) said defensively before scarfing down her own steak before Floyd could get his fork to it. It left a mess around her mouth, matching his own messy chompers. They looked at each other and cackled happily. Crewel just kept a loooong sip of wine going while watching his daughter and her impulsive boyfriend play fight over food, completely forgetting every lesson of lady-likeness he taught her. The man had to be drunk to be able to watch this and let out even the faintest sigh of a chuckle. But before his red wined descent, watching his daughter so happy with this rather odd merman boy made his heart flutter... just a bit...

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #floyd leech x reader #floyd x reader #floyb #divius crewel x reader platonic

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mysteryshoptls · 5 months ago

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SSR Mozus Trein - Strict Suit Vignette

"Youngsters these days..."

[Sports Field]

Trein: 1, 2, 3, 4… 5, 6, 7, 8…

Vargas: Trein-sensei, you're not counting loud enough! With training that feeble, your muscles won't feel your passion!

Trein: Don't be absurd, there would be no difference in my muscle strength simply by raising my voice.

Trein: Furthermore, I have no need to build muscle, anyway. I am simply hoping to loosen my stiff body.

Vargas: Yeah, but the other day, I heard you saying to yourself about how you wished you could move as easily as you did when you were younger…

Vargas: So, how is it? Do you like the special "Smile-All-Day-Long Training Regimen" I came up for you?

Vargas: I bet your muscles are squealing with joy!

Trein: Is that what you named this regimen…? Although, I suppose I don't get the feeling that you are attempting to make a fool of me…

Trein: …I suppose I must admit that there have been some positive results.

Trein: At first, I had no confidence that you knew what you were doing… Ahem. Pardon. I must say, I've been feeling much better since starting these exercises.

Trein: Recently, I've been waking up much earlier than before, possibly due to my age.

Trein: Since Lucius is still fast asleep at that time, I could only bring myself to read books, or drink tea in bed…

Trein: Lightly exercising in the morning like this only benefits my body, and is a pleasant change. I thank you.

Vargas: Hahahah, I'm sure, I'm sure. You see, muscles really solve everything.

Trein: Everything? That seems to be a rather large overestimation.

Vargas: Is it, though? I mean, there's no point in just staying locked up indoors, is there?

Vargas: You should just toss your books and do more important things…

Vargas: …Ah.

Trein: Hmm. So, you're telling me that Ashton Vargas-sensei believes that books are useless?

Trein: Have you never learned anything from a book? Then I suppose you have an overwhelmingly brilliant mind.

Trein: If you truly are that wise and knowledgeable about everything…

Trein: I suppose I must have you teach me how to be a proper professor, as well as these exercises.

Vargas: Oh, really? I'll do my best.

Trein: I SAID "IF"!

Trein: My word… Now, I concede that in order live a long life, working on your physical health is just as important.

Trein: One requires strong legs to carry themselves far and wide in order to personally observe the knowledge this world has to offer.

Trein: However, the most vital object to a mage is knowledge. Knowledge is what allows our magic to grow even further!

Trein: You think books are nonsense? Youngsters these days… It would behoove you not to disrespect those who came before you.

Trein: It's because of instructors like you with that sort of mentality that we are falling behind Royal Sword Academy in terms of testing.

Trein: That academy is much more thorough than ours. Naturally, they are not only learning about recent developments.

Trein: At Royal Sword Academy, there is a course where the professor selects literature and reads it with the class, and has the students give their opinions on the piece…

Trein: The resulting discussions are fervent, and even I was astounded by the quality of their final reports at the end of the semester.

Trein: It is absurd to even consider getting rid of books. Our academy should follow in their footsteps.

Vargas: Wow, you sure know a lot about the way another school does things. …Oh, right!

Vargas: I think I heard about how when you were younger, you were hoping to work at Royal Sword Academy.

Trein: What? …Who told you that?

Vargas: The Headmage. I heard you've also applied multiple times even after being hired here.

Vargas: "Even though he has a perfectly good school here… How could he!?" he let slip once.

Trein: That man truly does not know how to keep his mouth shut…

Trein: Ahem. Well, I cannot deny that there was a time I had those thoughts.

Trein: With their shimmering white castle with a long history, it is an academic institution at its height.

Trein: That is why I believed that the Royal Sword Academy was exactly where I deserved to be…

Vargas: Aren't you giving them a little too much praise, there? C'mon, just one look at my muscles is enough to send those stuck-up guys scrambling!

Trein: Stop trying to solve everything with your muscles. As I keep telling you, that isn't the answer.

Trein: Well, anyway… All that is in the past. Now, I am thankful that I did not go to work for them.

Trein: …Since I wouldn't have the chance to see that school lose if I hadn't chosen to go to another academy.

Trein: One day, under my tutelage, Night Raven College will utterly defeat Royal Sword Academy soundly.

Trein: And I will see them regret their choice to not hire a professor as talented as I.

Vargas: Looks like Trein-sensei's the type to really hold grudges…

[Classroom]

Heartslabyul Student: Zzz… Zzz…

Lucius: Mrrrooowww～

[SLASH!]

Heartslabyul Student: GYAAAAAH!!!

Trein: What is all that noise!?

Heartslabyul Student: Ouch… Lucius scratched my cheek!!

Trein: What of it? I'm sure you were simply nodding off.

Lucius: Mrooow～

[Trein picks up Lucius]

Trein: That's right, good. That was a fitting punishment for the rude boy.

Trein: You should thank Lucius for waking you up. Now, we'll continue the lesson.

After class

Heartslabyul Student: I'M SO PISSED OFF～～～!

Heartslabyul Student: Yeah, sure, I fell asleep, but he didn't need to scratch me! It's not my fault that that old man's lesson's just too boring!

Octavinelle Student: So, my dad used go to Night Raven College too, right…

Octavinelle Student: He says that Trein's classes hasn't changed a bit. Said sometimes they'd even get the same worksheets as before.

Scarabia Student: No wonder it's so boring. The class is so old, it's basically fossilized!

Scarabia Student: From what I hear, Lucius was always watching the students like that during Trein's classes, too…

Scarabia Student: Looks like he really likes seein' us gettin' scolded by him.

Heartslabyul Student: The pair of them just piss me off… Think there's any time those two have ever been nice to a student?

Grim: HEY, TREIN!

Trein: What is it, do you have a question for me?

Grim: Nyahaha! I think you got something you wanna say to me, don'tcha?

Trein: Something to say to you, Grim? …I'm afraid nothing comes to mind. What are you talking about?

So, basically…

Grim: IT'S THIS! THE TEST WE JUST GOT HANDED BACK!! Grim: My score went up 10 points from last time! Ain't I amazin'? Grim: You better heap tons of praise on my genius awesomeness!

2. Yeah, I don't get it either.

Grim: What, you don't know either, [Yuu]? Look at this! The test we just got handed back!! Grim: My score went up 10 points from last time! Ain't I amazin'? Grim: The two of you better heap tons of praise on my genius awesomeness!

Trein: Sigh… Is that the only reason why you called out to me? You are still nowhere near average.

Trein: What does it say when you are unable to answer a single question on this section of fundamentals?

Trein: It seems you lack the foundation necessary. If the foundation is shaky, then no matter how much you try to learn, there will be no progress.

Trein: The crucial aspect of education is compounding new knowledge onto prior knowledge. You should always focus and strive to do your best.

Lucius: Mrooowr～～～ Ffft

Grim: M-Myaaah. He's started lecturin' again.

Grim: Tch. C'mon, you coulda at least said one nice thing…

Trein: …However, your ability to solve this problem here was spectacular. We only briefly reviewed this topic in the notes.

Trein: If you were capable of producing the correct answer, you must have thoroughly read your textbook. That is a commendable effort.

Grim: !!

Grim: Nyahahah… Yay! Yahoo～ I gotta tell those jerks who're always pickin' on me that Trein said I did good!

Grim: See that, hench-human? Ain't I awesome?

1. Amazing! 2. You're a genius!

Grim: Right? Hehe, I guessed right. Lucky me!

Trein: What…?

Grim: Oops.

Trein: You guessed? You mean to tell me you picked an answer at random, and this result was merely due to luck?

Grim: N-N-N-No way. I just misspoke!

Trein: Well then, I should give you a similar problem. Since you were capable of answering the previous problem, this should be a non-issue.

Grim: But I can't do that!

Trein: So it was a random guess after all. I had hoped that it had been the fruits of your efforts… Disgraceful!

Grim: But, c'mon～

Trein: NO TALKING BACK!

Trein: I cannot stand such laziness whatsoever. And you sought to win my praise in this manner?

Trein: This is unacceptable. You must receive your just punishment. Now, what shall it be…?

Trein: First, you shall review this test from corner to corner. Understand?

Trein: You will write out each question and answer in your notebook until you've thoroughly committed it to memory. All of it.

Trein: Finally, in order to see if you've truly absorbed the material, you will take a new test specifically on this subject, and must pass it with full marks.

Grim: A test!? But I just did one!

Trein: YOU'LL DO ANOTHER ONE!

Grim: MYAAAAAH!

1. You reap what you sow… 2. You just had to say something…

[Lecture Hall]

Trein: Well, it seems it's time to head back to the residence. Lucius, get ready to leave.

Lucius: Mrooow～

Trein: Ah, right. If I recall, we were almost out of milk. I should purchase some on the way home.

Trein: What else… We still have some vegetables, but I should purchase some meat… Hm? My phone is ringing.

[answers phone]

Trein: What is it, Dolly? It's not often you call me at such a time.

Trein: Hm? On your next break? …I see, I see! That is splendid.

Trein: Anna mentioned that she will also be able to come home. It will be nice to have the whole family together for once.

Lucius: MROW!?

Trein: Could you hear that? Yes, it seems Lucius is also excited to see you two.

Trein: How long will you be able to stay? …Hm, I see. You'll be able to enjoy your time a little, then.

Trein: Come home safe. Make sure to behave yourself so as to not cause any issues with those around you as you travel… …I am not nagging.

Trein: …I understand, yes, yes. You've grown into a fine adult. I'll abstain from "nagging" you. That is what you prefer, yes?

Trein: …Yes, your papa is also looking forward to seeing you. Talk to you later.

[click]

Trein: …Did you hear that, Lucius? Dolly and Anna will come home for their next vacation.

Lucius: Rrowwr～～～

Trein: Haha, don't sulk.

Trein: Yes, it is a tad worrisome that they live so carefree like children even as adults...

Trein: However, they lost their mother during their formative years, so they've been through such hardship.

Trein: They may have matured and left the family home, however providing them a solace to return to is still a parent's duty to their children.

Trein: …I'm sure she would have wanted that as well.

Lucius: Rrooowr～～～～～

Trein: Indeed. You were just as attached to her when you were a kitten, I remember. I know just how heartbroken you were as well.

Trein: That is why during this upcoming break, the two of us must welcome them home with open arms, for her sake as well.

Trein: First, the fireplace requires cleaning. Ah, yes, this is also an opportunity to replace the rug. And…

Lucius: Rrowr～～～

Trein: …No, you need not do anything, Lucius. Whatever would we do if you were to break a nail while attempting to put away all your cat toys.

Trein: No need to sweat. All you should do is rest on your little couch and enjoy yourself.

Lucius: Rrowwr～～～～～

Trein: Yes, I know. Since we are sharing in such grand news, I shall open up your favorite can, as a treat.

[rustle]

Grim: THAT AIN'T FAIR!

Trein: Hm!? That surprised me… [Yuu], and Grim. What are you doing here?

1. We were just heading home. 2. We just happened to pass by.

Grim: We were workin' on that stuff you gave us, and look how long it's takin'! And we're not even done…

Grim: But who cares about that… I just heard what you said.

Grim: You keep yappin' 'bout how I gotta work haaaaard, or learn more stuuuuuff or whatever…

Grim: But you're sayin' Lucius doesn't gotta do anything, that's totally different from what you said earlier! That ain't fair!

Grim: So, I wanna do what he does. Hey, Lucius, swap places with me!

Lucius: MROWR!?

Grim: MEEEEOOOW!

Grim: Humph. If I do this, then I won't have do deal with all your naggin', and I can just lay around and get pets and tasty treats, right?

Grim: This is the life! Myahaha!

Trein: No! Do not climb on the desk and try to replace Lucius. Stop it!

1. You sure you're good with just being a cat?

Trein: It's just as [Yuu] says. Lucius is my precious familiar. On the other hand, Grim, you are a student! Trein: Do you not think you are simply causing more of a headache to [Yuu], who supports you day in and day out?

2. I mean, it is a pretty neat gig.

Trein: Wha… Even you say so, [Yuu]? I do hope you aren't planning on jumping on the desk as well.

Trein: As students given the honor to become Night Raven College students, you dare wish to merely relax and do nothing…?

Trein: How wretched. Students thrive because they are thrown into the strenuous trials of academia.

Trein: While you are under my tutelage, I will not allow such disgraceful behavior to continue.

Trein: Both of you must never forget that you are students at this esteemed academy!

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Through Time 1942-1945. | James 'Bucky' Barnes

Series Masterlist. This is part one

A/N: Okay yall, I've been writing this fic for DAYS at this point, it's so long and is still technically a work in progress, but I've decided to split it into a series. Big thank yous to @anxietyandtacos and @love-chx for sitting with me while i obsess over ts and reading/rereading my drafts <3 Follows canon events, but is not fully canon compliant.

Summary: In the year 1940 you were recruited out of Tuskegee University's scientific research department to work for the SSR to aid in the Super Soldier Serum project. That recruitment led to you falling in love with a Sergeant that just couldn't leave you alone.

Warnings: 2nd person POV, Use of Y/N (not often but IM SORRY OK), angsty, spelling and grammar errors, cursing, mentions of violence, Racial themes/Mentions of racism, hydra trauma for my shaylas </3, SMUT: fingering, oral (f receiving), semi-public, bucky has a dirty god damn mouth!

Word Count: 8k

1940s!Bucky Barnes x WOC!Reader (Reader has vague descriptions, but it is noted that she is a woman of color!!!! Which is an important plot point!)

UGH MY SHAYLA <3333

1942

The Super Soldier Serum project was controversial as is. An army program that lied in the essence of discretion, secretly funded during the wartime in efforts of creating enhanced soldiers fit to win wars. One super soldier would be able to take down one hundred men.

That was the goal at least.

Super Soldiers would help win the war, but it was essential to pick the correct people for the job, too much power in the hands of the wrong man would lead to a downward spiral that the officials behind the program weren’t sure they could maintain. It was also a reason that the program had taken so long to develop.

It started as an idea sparked following the first World War, an idea that would change the war and change the world.

Working directly with Dr. Abraham Erskine and Agent Peggy Carter was easier said than done. Most of the men you’d interact with would doubt you, or they’d opt to speak directly to Peggy. It made sense, Peggy Carter was many things, of course, she’s a talented agent, and while your skill sets were the same, there was a major difference between the both of you.

Peggy Carter is white, you are not.

That difference made your job much harder than it needed to be. Of course there were men who would treat you and Peggy as equals, but segregation was still very prominent, even if you were from the North. More specifically, Brooklyn, New York.

Joining the military wasn’t a goal of yours, just as it wasn’t a goal for many women in the 30s and 40s.

Your mother and father had raised you with the end goal of completing your education and settling down with a nice man. Your father was a soldier, and after years of countless letters and scattered visits, you knew deep down that you’d never want to be with a man in the military, or have any real military involvement.

The risk was too high, there was too much stress involved, and honestly, you wanted a quiet life.

However, your scientific research conducted at Tuskegee University—where you’d traveled to pursue college—had landed you in the spotlight. The ability to understand and manipulate rodent DNA in correlation to human DNA wasn’t something common, it was something new—something so different that when you’d gotten the call from President Franklin D. Roosevelt’s secretary of defense surrounding the strategic scientific reserve you couldn’t exactly run.

That call occurred two years ago, in 1940, a month after your twenty-first birthday. Now you were nearly twenty-three and had been working closely with the men in charge of the Super Soldier Program for two years.

Your research had also helped aid in the creation of the serum. They’d given you opportunities that were considered taboo at the time, having you work directly with white men, giving you a seat at their table and practically welcoming you in with open arms.

However, there were still flaws, you hadn’t been directly credited, most of your research was no longer just yours, and one day, you’d probably be another name forgotten in history.

Well, at least until Dr. Erskine showed up with a British special agent in tow.

The german-born scientist had not only aided in your research, but he advanced it, and he constantly praised you for your workings. He’d given you credit on many contributions and did not hesitate to stand up for you when any Colonels or higher-ranking military officers tried to talk down to you.

You knew that Dr. Erskine was still in the process of recruiting more men, in search of the best candidate for the serum. It wasn’t long before you’d received a stack of files pertaining to the newest recruits at camp, more men that would be tested for not only their athletic ability, but their intelligence, and most importantly, their ethics and morals.

A morally good candidate was necessary. There wasn’t any room for any slip ups.

You’d done more desk work lately, a lot of recruits had an issue with being the subordinate to a woman of color, and honestly, you didn’t have the energy to deal with their quips. Nor did you have it in you to punch more and more men.

Colonel Phillips wasn’t having it today, not when they had to pick the best candidate. Especially considering, Dr. Erskine had given much praise to Steve Rogers. A man from Brooklyn who couldn’t have weighed more than ninety pounds, with quite a lengthy list of medical issues that had been conveniently swept under the rug and redacted from his Army admittance file.

You were waiting, waiting for Peggy to arrive with Steve Rogers. A singular heeled foot rapidly tapping against the concrete floors as you impatiently sat in an uncomfortable stool. The underground lab is filled with men in white coats and a few soldiers here and there, most of them only present to secure the facility.

“You need to relax, trust me, Steve is the best choice for this, he has much potential as a soldier, and his character is outstanding.”

“Listen Doc, I trust you, but this—” you motioned to the sage-green machinery that would hold the candidate in place “—it’s crazy. I know the research adds up, but I’m nervous, the immediate cellular change could go so wrong in so many ways, we haven’t done this before. What if it doesn’t work?”

He shushed you, sitting beside you, placing a singular hand on your shoulder. “Trust me, it will work.”

Then the doors above opened, and as you looked up, you noticed Peggy with a shorter blonde man. He was skinny, short, and you knew that it had to be Steve Rogers. You took a deep breath before standing up, running your hands along your waist, smoothing the wrinkles in your skirt out before adjusting your white lab coat.

You glanced at Howard Stark who simply shot you a wink. He was somewhat likable, a bit too full of himself, but the man was a genius and heavily ahead of his own time. He’d already done so much to build the Stark legacy, you hoped you’d get to see what it would evolve into one day.

Everyone made their introductions, Steve offered you a genuine smile, placing his hand out for you to shake. You smiled back, shaking it while nodding. “I’m Dr. y/l/n, it’s a pleasure to be working with you Steve.”

His eyes widened a bit. “Doctor, huh? Must’ve been a hard fight. Glad to make your acquaintance ma’am.” Steve was genuine as he spoke, and while he sounded nervous, your warm smile, alongside the few words of encouragement he’d received from everyone in the room, were easing his doubts.

The next few minutes moved in a whirlwind, everyone was moving in different directions, the lights were dimming on and off, clearly impacted by the amount of power being pulled in by the greyish-green pod alongside the series of different monitoring systems in the lab. It was evident that they’d be pulling directly from Brooklyn’s power grid to make this work.

You hoped it would work. Standing beside Howard as you were both given the go to proceed on activating the Vita-Ray machinery, he steadily increased the machinery, and Steve’s screams were loud. You imagined the pain to be similar to that of a child’s growing pains, only heavily amplified.

Then suddenly everything was sparking and the power was flickering, and then the pod opened which led to your eyes widening and jaw dropping.

“Holy shit, it actually worked.” Your voice was quiet as you spoke, watching as everyone helped Steve out of the machine. Meanwhile Peggy was stuttering, blushing, and doing her best to avoid looking directly at Steve’s very toned and muscular body.

That’s when the explosion hit, you were too mesmerized by the serum actually working to realize that something was off about the crowd in the room. You reached for the pistol in your thigh holster, shooting at a man running up the steps, however, he’d managed to shoot back—two bullets hitting Dr. Erskine, and one hitting you. The impact had your eyes widening as a burning pain shocked your entire system. You weren’t sure if you’d screamed, or if it was someone else’s scream echoing in your ears.

Suddenly you were unconscious.

You woke up with a heavy gasp, wincing at the pain in your side, blinking a few times as the smell of antiseptic processed. This was one of the medical wards on base, the bright white lights made your eyes burn. You sighed, leaning back into the uncomfortably stiff bed and pillows, shutting your eyes for a few seconds before slowly sitting up.

Then, you were pulling the blankets away, grasping onto a large metal IV pole beside the bed, using it to pull yourself up—finding your own footing. It hadn’t taken more than fifteen seconds before you were ripping the IV line out of your arm and doing your best to secure the uncomfortable gown.

“You know, most people would wait for a nurse or doctor to arrive before taking matters into their own hands.” Peggy smiled at you as she walked into the room, a bag of what you hoped was clothes in hand while she approached your wobbly figure.

You sighed, nodding, grasping the cup of water on the small bedside table, practically chugging it. “Well, most people aren’t shot by a Hydra agent after seeing their life’s research actually come to life. Wait—how’s doc? Did he—” you paused, brows knit together as Peggy’s smile dropped, she shook her head.

“He didn’t make it. I’m honestly a bit shocked that you’re able to stand so easily, you’ve been out for a few days now.”

“Are they giving him a proper service at least?” She nodded at your question. Then as you two stood in silence, she set the bag on the bed before walking over to you. She’d spent the next twenty minutes or so helping you get dressed, then she’d called in a doctor to redress your wound.

“So, have they started his propaganda tour yet? Peggy, if it was up to me, he’d actually be fighting in the war. But they don’t listen to women like me.” You sighed, glancing down at your hands while sitting on the edge of the hospital bed.

“I’m going to head back overseas, maybe you should join me. I guarantee they’ll listen to you there, and with the success of your works, you’re quite the hot commodity now.”

You laughed at her, wincing at the pain radiating through your side. “You sure about that Agent Carter? I’m not exactly militarily trained.”

She shook her head “Oh please, your father’s a soldier, your mother’s a school teacher, and you are one of the few female doctors of color at the age of twenty three, you’ve fought enough battles already. Besides, you already know how to throw a punch and shoot, I’ll show you the rest. It’ll be better than being stuck here. I promise.”

Circa 1944-1945 Europe

You sighed at the sight of what was left from the 107th infantry, all of them had seen the horrors of war, several of them had even been captured because of it. You knew a few sergeants had been captured, choosing to prioritize their men over themselves, and you’d also been tracking their movements.

Working overseas with Peggy wasn’t exactly fun, however, it did give you several freedoms you hadn’t expected. You’d work with the Captain America propaganda shows when the SSR wanted you there, but most of your job actually surrounded the war efforts. You worked directly with Colonel Phillips, and you’d also given more than enough classified information to Peggy Carter.

But that was neither here nor there.

You were currently seated beside the Colonel, sorting through a few condolence letters as you tried to track the list of casualties from Azzano. Then in walked the star spangled banner himself, drenched in rainwater, with Peggy hot on his heels.

Steve practically demanded the list of casualties, that was a bit surprising, your brows knit together as you glanced at him, then at Peggy. Steve took a minute to look at you, confusion evident on his features at the sight of you there.

To be fair, it wasn’t exactly considered normal for you—a doctor—to be seated with the Colonel overseas, in the middle of a war camp when you’d been known for your research a few years prior. However, times changed, and working with Colonel Phillips was better than working with the SSR and military back in the States.

Plus, you were pretty helpful in the medic tent.

“I just need a name, Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.” Steve’s voice was laced with concern, panic clear on his features while he spoke to the Colonel.

You glanced at Peggy, shrugging slightly before flipping through the letters in hand, then glancing towards the small pile in Phillips’s hand.

“I’ve signed more of these condolence letters today than I would care to count, but the name does sound familiar. I’m sorry.”

After watching Steve argue with the Colonel, you came to the realization that he was going on a solo rescue mission, which honestly was incredibly brave of the man. You hadn’t expected it, especially considering the man hadn’t seen a day of real combat before. Peggy was quick to chase after Steve, and admittedly you were curious about what would happen to Rogers.

“Go—make sure America’s sweetheart doesn’t make any bad decisions.”

You groaned, standing up from your seat, shaking your head before grasping a coat, throwing it over your perfectly pin-curled hair and rushing out of the tent. You grimace as the mud below your boots squelched, but you were easily able to spot Peggy chasing after Steve.

Which is exactly how you managed to get wrapped up in co-piloting a plane with Howard Stark while Peggy and Steve talked battle plans in the background. Flying into enemy airspace was never a good idea, especially not with a civilian pilot who knew more about flirting than shooting.

“You’re missing a key detail here Cap, the base is thirty miles into enemy territory, but you're gonna wanna get them to the treeline which is about eighty yards northwest from the main gate into the base. Also, hate to say it so bluntly, but there’s gonna be casualties here—and the blood won’t be on your hands, but it sure as hell will feel like it. You’re also probably not gonna find any ranking officers in the main prison, isolation is key to the Axis.”

Steve nodded at you, Peggy raised a brow, an impressed smile on her face as she shot you a quick wink.

“Oh and, based on what Doc told me a while back, they’re most likely doing experiments on people in that base. Pray your friend isn’t one of them.”

Before you knew it, Steve was jumping out of the plane, you were all being shot at, and Peggy was staring at Steve’s falling figure as if she’d just lost her one true love.

The entire experience was maddening. You should’ve stayed in the tent.

It wasn’t long before you were back in camp on the base. Steve Rogers had been missing for a few days at this point, and it was clear that he’d be getting declared dead soon.

Colonel Phillips was also overly irritated with you and Peggy, and kept stating that the division would be shut down because of you and her. So you opted to stay away from his tent, instead focusing on aiding the injured.

Until you heard word that people were back, loud cheers sounding throughout camp, so you’d left the tent, brows raised in shock at the sight of at least a hundred men back, Steve Rogers at the forefront. You smiled, nodding your head when Steve caught your eye. Then you made your way to the center of the commotion, sliding beside Peggy, but your eyes were on the man beside Steve.

He’d clearly been hurt, this was most likely the James Barnes that Steve had been talking about. Now that you looked at him, you did recognize him, you just hadn’t directly spoken to him in the past.

He met your gaze, a small smirk on his face as he shot you a wink. Admittedly, Sergeant Barnes was quite the looker, even in his disheveled-post kidnapped-state. His eyes were an icy blue, he had nice teeth from what you could see, the man was clearly tall, quite muscular, and you’d be a liar if you said he wasn’t handsome.

So you chose to look away from him, gaze now on Steve who smiled at you. “Doc, some of these men are in need of medical attention.”

You nodded at him, clearing your throat before loudly speaking. “Bring the wounded to the medic tent! The heavily injured take priority! I’ve got all hands on deck as is, clear the way boys!” Then you spun on your heel and made your way back to the tent with the large red cross on it.

Bucky bit his bottom lip as he stared at you, he’d cheered on Steve, and he was proud of Steve—undoubtedly. However, the pretty doctor had caught his eye—he knew she worked with the Colonel, but that was almost everything he’d known about you. You were a walking mystery, and now seeing that you knew Steve—this new buffed up version of Steve—it was clear that there was more than meets the eye.

It hadn’t taken long for word to spread about Steve’s rescue mission, he was set to receive a medal of valor for his work with the 107th, and he was now an active member of the U.S. Military.

James Barnes spent some of his time with his friend, but most of his time chasing after you.

You had bandaged him up following his rescue, your gaze focused on the several different cuts, scrapes, and deep wounds along his abdomen. He winced as you cleaned the shallow ones—mumbling something about starting off with the easiest ones.

Then you were stitching him up and he was biting into his bottom lip with his eyes squeezed shut, taking several deep breaths as he spoke to you. “So, how’d a pretty thing like you end up in the middle of a war as ugly as this?” He blinked several times as you pulled the needle through his skin—trying to ignore the pain.

“Well, my dad was in the military. I never wanted anything to do with the military, but I’m a pretty good doctor and scientist all things considered. Roosevelt's secretary of defense called me in to work with the SSR and their super soldier program. Hence Steve being well—huge. Colonel Phillips likes me, so I stick by his side. Besides, you boys need all the help you can get.”

You spoke as your eyes remained focused on his side, you tried not to blush at the feeling of his defined abdomen below your left hand as you steadied yourself. Stitching men up wasn’t difficult inherently, but most of them didn’t strike up a conversation with you like James did.

“So, Doc, can I get your name? I’m sure it’s as beautiful as you are.” He tried to be smooth, but the evident wince from the feeling of you pulling his stitches taught interrupted that.

You raised a single brow at him. “Everyone calls me Doc around here. Isn’t a nickname enough for you, Sergeant?”

He sighed, a smile on his face as he shook his head. “No ma’am, but if it helps, you can call me Bucky, since we’re on a nickname basis.” Then you told him your name, he nodded at it, saying it a few times. “I like the sound of your name, and I was right by the way, it’s fitting, Doll.”

You shook your head. “Alright Sergeant—” he raised both brows, clearing his throat, which made you laugh. “Okay fine, Bucky, you’re good to go. Now please, I have other men to assist.”

When the camp had moved from the woods to an actual base in the city, you couldn’t have been happier. The feeling of warm water against your skin was a blessing.

Peggy Carter was incredibly nosy though, and she couldn’t wait to question you about the Sergeant that just couldn’t leave you alone.

You were currently in the shower, letting the warm water run along your skin, a smile on your face at the feeling. Then the shower curtain was practically ripped open—your eyes wide as Peggy looked at you expectantly.

“Well! Are you gonna tell me about James Barnes—or rather Bucky? We’re finally somewhere that’s not full of eyes and ears and I’ve been dying to know! He follows you around like a lost puppy!” She then noticed the way you covered your breasts while turning away from her and laughed.

“Please! I’ve seen it all and you’ve seen me! This is not our first rodeo, must I remind you of when you were literally shot and I helped you get dressed, or the countless amount of times we had to stand guard for one another when showering at base camp? Now come on! Fess up already! He’s devilishly handsome anyways but he’s not exactly my type.”

You nodded at her, now snatching the curtain from her hands to cover your body, the shower still running.

“Yeah because your type is clearly blue eyed blondes with big hearts and even bigger muscles!”

She scoffed, blushing at the comment as she started pulling the pins from her hair. “That is not true!”

Your pointed look had her hesitating.

“Okay! Steve’s a good guy! Besides, he wouldn’t be a bad suitor to have! He’s very sweet, intelligent, caring, and optimistic! He went on a solo mission to rescue a unit out of the kindness of his heart!”

You nodded at her, now shutting the curtain again, rinsing the suds from your body as you spoke. “I was there, I’m aware Peggy. Just ask him out! We’re in Europe! Go dancing with him or something. I know it’s not common to make the first move but he clearly likes you!”

She scoffed. “Yes, just like your dear little Bucky likes you! Between me and you, if I were you, I’d jump his bones!”

You practically ripped the shower open, now wrapping yourself in a large towel. “Peggy! That’s not appropriate! I will not be jumping anyone’s bones! Even if he is kind of cute.”

The two of you spent the rest of the night gossiping amongst one another, sharing several laughs, getting to relax for the first time in a long time.

The next week went by quickly, Steve was aiding in the mapping of several different Axis bases and even Hydra bases with the newfound knowledge from those rescued in Italy. You had also done quite a bit of research on Hydra’s previous experiments, pulling information about what they could’ve been possibly working on—and you knew it all revolved around the serum.

But it went beyond that, into the realm of mind control as well. It was honestly quite frightening how far they were willing to go, but it was your job to never underestimate the enemy.

Whenever you were situated and working in silence, it was as if that was the most opportune time for James Barnes to stumble into you, a smirk on his face as he’d pull a seat up beside you, pestering you for twenty to thirty minutes, asking too many questions that he truly didn’t need an answer to.

Honestly, he just liked the sound of your voice. Plus, he’d always liked a bit of a chase. There was a dance to these things, and it was clear you found him attractive, but you were also not giving him the time of day, which made him like you a bit more.

Tonight Steve was set to speak with his proposed team, he’d be asking them to follow him into enemy lines, onto their most dangerous mission yet. But it was also a joyous occasion, the Allies were winning the war and people had been celebrating on a global scale.

It made sense that everyone was drinking at the pub, smiles on their faces, loud boisterous laughter echoing through the building, and the sound of off-key singing had also caught your attention as you walked into the bar with Peggy.

She’d opted for a red outfit, still modest but also fitted, her hair looser than usual—you’d spent extra time on it for her while encouraging her to finally make ‘her move’ tonight. You all had a major mission that would start tomorrow, so tonight was for living.

Peggy had practically forced you into the fitted white outfit. A sweetheart neckline that you would’ve never considered wearing outside of a date back home. It accentuates your curves while leaving just enough to the imagination. The skirt was fitted, and it was a bit shorter than Peggy’s but she argued that you’d need it to be shorter for ‘whatever you choose to do with that Sergeant tonight.’

Even your hair was perfectly styled, a bold red lip and a pair of pointed toe stilettos being the finishing touches to the look.

There were several hoots and whistles at you two, a few of the men even taking off their hats, calling your name specifically catching your attention before calling out statements like “Oh Doc! I’m hurt—I need you to come patch me up baby!” plus the drunken “Doc! I think I’m sick and you’re the only cure!” You shushed them with a sincere smile, waving a hand.

Then Peggy spotted Steve, so you winked at her, practically pushing her in that direction. She swatted at your hands before motioning for you to follow suit.

You hadn’t noticed Bucky, not until you leaned against the doorframe, watching Peggy approach Steve. He stood up straight, eyes moving from Peggy to you—widening in the process.

You crossed your arms over your chest, the motion pushing your cleavage up even further as your gaze shifted from Peggy and Steve to the blue eyed Sergeant that couldn’t get his eyes off of you.

“Ma’am.” Bucky wasn’t sure who he was acknowledging, Peggy was closer, but you—you looked like the embodiment of sin itself. A wolf in sheep’s clothing, the white should’ve given you an innocent glow, but the way your eyes trailed him only emphasized what he’d suspected. You were far from innocent, and he wanted to know more about you—he also wanted to be inside of you.

But James Barnes is a gentleman, he wouldn’t be that forward with you.

“Evening boys.” You spoke, eyes moving to Steve for a quick second, he flashed you a small smile and head tilt “Doc.”, then your eyes were back on Bucky, who was currently looking you up and down—shamelessly.

“I’ve gotta say Doc, you clean up nicely.” he bit his bottom lip after speaking, eyes now on your own.

“Thanks Sergeant, how about you buy me a drink?” Your flirtatious tone was clearly surprising to both Steve and Bucky. Then you took a step forward, grasping Bucky’s forearm, pulling him in your direction. “I wasn’t kidding Barnes. Don’t worry, I don’t bite.”

Bucky quickly recovered, “What if I want you to?”

You smirked, raising a brow “let’s just see where the night takes us then, now if you’ll both excuse us.” You smiled at Steve and Peggy, now pulling Bucky behind you as you walked to the bar.

His eyes didn’t leave your figure, Bucky was positive he was blushing. His heart practically hammering in his chest. He was a ladies man! Bucky Barnes knew his way around women! There was an entire song and dance to things, but here he was stumbling after you like a bumbling idiot.

There was only one seat left at the bar, thankful that the stool had a wide base as he sat down, then you sat in his lap, arm wrapped around his broad shoulders to hold yourself in place, fingers now playing with his hair.

You laughed at the whistles coming from the table full of his fellow team members before leaning closer to him, lips barely brushing against his earlobe. “Is this alright Bucky?” You knew this was far from appropriate, but with the way everything was panning out, it truly was now or never.

Bucky nodded his head, one hand now around your waist, a firm grip holding you in place—he smiled at your light giggle. “Y’know, usually I make the first move with most women—but you are clearly not most women.” His eyes trailed your features as if he was committing every small detail to memory.

He was quick to call the bartender over, ordering two drinks while you kissed the side of his neck, leaving a red lipstick mark against his tanned skin. Bucky practically shivered at the feeling.

“And to think, this whole time I thought you couldn’t stand me.”

You laughed at his joke, shaking your head before taking a sip of your drink. “At first I tried not to like you. But two days into knowing you, you wouldn’t leave me the hell alone. And I haven’t known a day of peace since. I figured I’d take it as a sign.”

He nodded his head, smiling at you, eyes fixed on your lips “Yeah? And what’s that gotten you?”

You raised a brow. “I’m in the lap of a handsome Sergeant, that’s almost enough—though I could think of a thing or two that would make it better.” Your hands trailed his chest, grasping the collar of his shirt while you leaned a bit closer to him, lips now centimeters apart from his.

Both of you should’ve cared that the bar was full of other soldiers. You should’ve cared that you both were easily identifiable and this wasn’t exactly the most ‘okay’ thing to do. But you didn’t care and neither did Bucky.

Then his lips were on yours. You smiled into the kiss, tugging on his collar, pulling him a bit closer to you as your lips moved in sync. Bucky tasted like a mixture of whiskey and tobacco—and part of you wanted to hate it but you couldn’t. It was practically intoxicating.

His large hand cupped your face, caressing it as he kissed you deeply, tongue gliding against your bottom lip—asking for entrance. He knew you were trying to play hard to get with him, so he squeezed your waist a bit tighter, earning a small gasp and the opportunity to slide his tongue against your own.

Bucky Barnes kissed like he’d been dehydrated, left in the desert for months without a single drop of water. He kissed you like it was the last time he’d ever kiss anyone.

You were the first to pull away from the heated exchange, resting your forehead against his for a moment, lipstick now smeared around your mouth and onto his lips.

He laughed first, then you followed.

“I hope you’re alright with us just doing that tonight—as much as I’d like to do even more with you. I’m a gentleman.” As Bucky spoke he used his thumb to swipe along the corner of your lip, then under your bottom lip, wiping away the lipstick smears. “Besides, this is my only chance to get to know you Doc.”

You smiled at that. “As long as you let me kiss you again before the night ends, I’m an open book.”

Bucky asked you questions you’d never expect. He asked about your family, a few questions about your father and why you hadn’t wanted much to do with the military. Bucky also asked if you were a cat or dog person, which had you laughing. He asked about your hobbies, favorite colors, foods, restaurants, and came to find out you two were from the same city.

“So, you’re a Brooklyn girl huh? When this is all over, we should go dancing like Steve and Peggy over there, I’ll take you to dinner, parade you around town like the beauty you are.”

You raised a single brow.“That’s real smooth Bucky, but unfortunately for you and I, outside of the military—outside of this—guys like you don’t go for girls like me. We might be up north, but you know how it is.”

He sighed and nodded his head, free hand now resting against one of your knees, thumb lightly rubbing it back and forth in a comforting manner. “Y’know, change has to start somewhere—and besides, if we’re not hanging around where I used to go, I’m sure I can swing around your way.”

You laughed at his optimism, shaking your head at him. “Yeah, maybe huh?”

Bucky smiled, leaning in to kiss you again.

It was nice kissing you, as your lips moved against his, he felt like he didn’t have a care in the world, as if everything had paused temporarily and it was just you and him. It’d been years since he’d felt like this with anyone. But maybe he was being too hasty, you two had barely met a few weeks ago, but it was as if he knew you were the one for him.

He couldn’t say that to you though, he wasn’t about to scare you off. So instead, he opted to kiss you softly, in a crowded rowdy bar, like it was his last night with you.

The three weeks following the night at the pub were hectic to say the least. Battle plans were constantly changing, Steve and the Howling Commandos were on the move every single day. They’d come back to the main base camp three times total.

It was apparent that the war was leaning heavily into their favor, and with their increased efforts of taking down enemy bases and Hydra operations, but the closer they got to the main Hydra base, the riskier the missions got.

The first night that Bucky had been back he’d waited until the debriefs were over before stealing you away. He shushed you quietly as he pulled you into an empty storage closet, your back against the door while he stood in front of you. It’d been nearly a week since you’d seen one another last.

“I missed you, y’know. But I gotta say, you sound incredibly sexy giving us coordinated locations and directions over the radio.” He peppered open mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck as he spoke, kissing you softly between each word.

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Bucky! We should be working! This isn’t junior high where you sneak off to kiss pretty girls!” You hadn’t pushed him away though, instead you were trying to hold back your laughter while speaking in a rushed whisper. One of your hands on his chest, the other grasping his forearm slightly.

“I am working right now, I’m doing anatomy research—what if they try to throw a beautiful woman at me to distract me out there?”

You scoffed at his comment, shoving him back playfully. “Oh so that’s all it takes huh? A beautiful woman and you’re all over her?” You raised a brow at him, waiting for his response while he opened and closed his mouth a few times as if he was thinking.

“No, if she’s not you I don’t want her.” He sounded so serious, it actually caught you a bit off guard.

Then you were grasping him by his tie and pulling him closer again before smashing your lips against his. You felt him smile against your lips, practically melting against you. Then you slid your free hand down his chest, towards his belt, lightly tugging on it.

Bucky moaned against your lips before pulling back. “Doll, that’s something you’ve gotta wait for.” He smirked as he spoke, watching you pout slightly before rolling your eyes at him. Then you pulled him into another heated kiss.

“Tell you what, next time I see you, I’ll give you a parting gift you’ll love.”

You raised a brow at him, nodding slowly. “Yeah? And what would that gift include?” His mischievous smile told you everything you needed to know.

“Guess you’ll just have to find out.”

That night Bucky had helped you climb onto one of the high rise fire escapes of one of the buildings, the both of you spent hours talking about his past as you stared at the stars. Meanwhile he was too busy staring at you, admiring your beauty under the moonlight.

The second night he was back, he surprised you.

You knew their unit would be back, but you were also stumped with work. There was more information being intercepted about Hydra’s current fixation on recreating the super soldier serum and the Red Skull. There was also an emphasis on Odin’s treasures—some mythical powerful object that they were in search of.

Typically you would be present during major debriefs for any updates to the current war maps, however you were in a smaller office, focused on translating Russian messages. You’d gotten the hang of major key words with the help of a few other Agents, but you had to fill in the blanks by cross referencing documents.

When the door opened and lightly shut you assumed it was just another Agent coming back to give you more information, however the sound of the lock clicking shut caught your attention. You were quick to sit up straight and turn towards the door, a relieved sigh falling from your lips at the sight of Bucky.

He looked a bit disheveled, however he was alright and in one piece. He also held a small bouquet of flowers in his hand, smiling at you. Then he took off his hat, handing you the flowers before sitting beside you.

“So this is what you’ve been up to Doc? My smart girl’s over here learning Russian?” Bucky spoke with a teasing tone, a smile on his face while he leaned into your space, eyes scanning your messy handwriting as you took off the large headphones, placing them on the desk before pausing the intercepted message.

“Yeah, Phillips has me working through these, pretty sure I’ve almost got them all cracked. But I’m just tired of listening to Russian—and thank you for these by the way” you motioned to the flowers “They’re beautiful.”

Bucky nodded, “Beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl. Now c’mere—” he leaned a bit closer, hand on the back of your head, gently pulling you forward as he kissed you.

Your lips moved in sync with his, however he cut the kiss short, instead opting to kiss along your neck, hands moving to unbutton the top few buttons of your white shirt, lips trailing down your jaw, to the column of your throat. Then as he lightly pushed your shirt back, he nipped and sucked a mark into your skin, earning a soft moan as you grasped onto his bicep.

Bucky moved away from you for a few seconds, a lopsided smile on his face as he looked at you. “Promised I’d give you a gift you’d love.” Then he was out of his chair and lowering himself onto his knees, hands on your skirt covered thighs. His hand found your hip, fiddling with the skirt’s zipper before finally tugging it down—fabric now looser around your body.

He didn’t hesitate to push your skirt up, nor did he hesitate to tug you closer to the edge of your seat, laughing at your sudden gasp as he pushed your thighs apart, making enough space for him to fit between them.

Then he looked from your clearly damp panties, to your face. “You okay with this Sweetheart?” Bucky bit his bottom lip as you nodded, then he sucked against his teeth lightly before continuing “I need you to use your words pretty girl.”

“Yes—yes I’m okay with this.”

“Good girl.” Bucky kissed along your thighs, the closer he got to your core, the meaner he was with his kisses. They were bruising and consuming, he even moaned against your skin before biting down on your inner thigh—sure to leave a mark in its place.

James Barnes knew how to please a woman. This wasn’t something he did for every girl he’d courted, however, it would be something that he’d do for you anytime you’d ask him.

His fingers grasped your panties, gently pulling them to the side before he moaned at the sight of your weeping cunt. “Fuck—she’s been waiting for me huh? Been thinking about me lately baby? Greedy cunt’s already dripping.”

Bucky’s words had you whimpering, back arching as he licked a flat stripe along your center. Your hands immediately in his hair at the motion, thighs spreading impossibly wider to account for his broad stature. Then he was picking up your left thigh and practically swinging it over his right shoulder, giving himself more space to work with.

He licked along your slit several times, gathering your nectar, groaning at the taste before teasing your hole a few times, slowly dragging his tongue around it—listening to your whimpers above him. Then his tongue was on your clit, lapping at it with the perfect amount of pressure.

Your toes were curling and you were quick to kick off your heels, the shoes making a loud clacking sound against the tiled floors while you writhed against Bucky. You felt his finger against your entrance before he could even say anything, and you rocked your hips forward.

“Yeah—you want my fingers too baby?” he licked his lips as he looked up at you.

“Yes—Bucky please—want everything you’ll give me.” your voice was higher than usual, and whinier as you rolled your hips against him. Then you were moaning his name as one thick finger slid into you—the stretch delicious.

You were close, that much you knew, and with the way he was lapping at your clit and curling his finger inside of you, it wouldn’t be long before you were cumming all over his face.

Then Bucky slid a second finger in, now sucking on your clit, the newfound sensation and stretch sent you directly over the edge, toes curling as you moaned his name like a prayer—thankful the large concrete walls were practically soundproof.

He finger fucked you through your orgasm.

Then he was pulling away, sucking your juices off of his fingers with a loud moan.

“Taste so good, baby. Fuck, if it was up to me, I’d stay between these thighs all day.”

You were flustered now, watching as he fixed your panties, then your skirt, then Bucky placed each of your shoes back on your feet as he peppered kisses to your calves. The last thing he did was after standing up, he leaned forward, fixing the buttons of your top.

“Gotta make sure you look put together—can’t let everyone know what we’re doing in here. Don’t want them getting jealous.”

You laughed at him, shaking your head as you instinctively wiped your thumbs around the edges of your lips.

“Besides, you’re my girl—this is all for my viewing pleasure only.” He motioned to you and your body, which earned another laugh from you.

“Yeah? I’m your girl huh.?”

He nodded his head, the same lopsided smile on his face “course you are Doc, can’t wait to scream it from the rooftops.”

The third and last time you’d ever see James Buchanan Barnes occurred six days later.

It was later into the evening, and you knew tensions were high, this was it, everyone was finally closing in on the base and Armin Zola himself. To say everyone was nervous would’ve been an understatement.

You’d been working through the last and final intercepted communication about a train transit when Bucky had found you.

He approached the same way as usual with a wide smile and a few kisses. Then he sat beside you, and he was tense. You sighed, placing your pen down while turning to look at him.

“What’s the matter, Bucky?”

Bucky sighed, relaxing at the sound of your caring voice. “Just tired is all, missions getting longer, harder, but it’s nothing we can’t handle. I just want to get this over with y’know, so we can all relax for a while. Then maybe I’ll get to settle down with a beautiful woman and be a family man.”

You laughed at his insinuation, raising a single brow “and what makes you think I’d want to settle down with you?”

He nodded a few times “Well because you really like me and I really like you. Besides, we look great together, I’m thinking we get a cute little place on your end of Brooklyn, we go steady for a while, I inevitably ask you to marry me because I’d be an idiot not to marry you—we get married and have two kids, or four, whatever you’d prefer.”

You smiled at the domestic thought. “Yeah? Maybe even get a couple of pets too? I’d probably start a garden, my mother loves to garden—figured I’d follow in her footsteps.”

He laughed, a wide smile on his face as he looked at you. “Doll, I’ve known you for a few months, and I might be absolutely insane for saying this—but I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Your eyes widened at the statement. Completely caught off guard by the sentiment, but there was something about him that pulled you in, from the moment you actually laid eyes on him. “Don’t worry Sergeant, I feel the same way.”

Before he could respond the radio started again, a thick layer of static over two distinct muffled voices, you shushed Bucky, grasping your pen, jotting down what you could—clearly a direction of some sort laced in a riddle.

He watched as your brows knit together, turning the volume dial up a few times, now decoding the riddle. Then you glanced at him, asking for his compass. He fished it out of his pocket, handing it to you as if it was second nature.

When you opened it, you were caught off guard, a photo of you inside of it smiling, clearly cropped from one of the papers that had been published following the rescue of the 107th infantry. You showed it to him, raising both brows “you really do like me huh? You miss me that much when you’re away?”

He shushed you, an evident rosy blush on Bucky’s cheeks while he looked from the locket to your smiling face. “Y’know what—Yeah, I do. Besides, you give me something to look forward to, someone to come home to, and I picked up this in Italy. I was gonna save it, give it to a great girl one day—but I think you just might be that girl.”

Bucky handed you a small box, and when you opened it you couldn’t help but smile, a golden chain with a heart shaped locket on it, and as you pulled it out of the box to open the heart, a photo of him was right inside of it.

“That way you can always keep me close to your heart. Consider it a good luck charm.”

You didn’t hesitate to kiss Bucky, you kissed him until you couldn’t breathe.

Saying your usual goodbyes felt normal at that moment.

“See you on the other side, Sergeant.”

“I look forward to it, Doc.”

You knew you wouldn’t be seeing him for a few days at least, and you knew this was a big deal, which is also why you hadn’t hesitated to kiss him in front of everyone, ignoring the whistles and applause in the background.

Except, Bucky didn’t come back.

When you first heard the news you thought maybe they’d find him before getting back to the base, maybe he would be alright, maybe he would land in a river and wash up on shore. There were so many useless maybes floating through your head after hearing about what happened on the train car.

But when the Howling Commandos came back to base, Bucky wasn’t there.

James Buchanan Barnes was pronounced dead seven days later on the 12th of March in 1945.

Steven Rogers avenged his best friend in another reckless solo mission. His decisions single handedly led to the war being won. However, he would also be pronounced missing in action, then later pronounced dead. But he did leave behind an incredibly impactful legacy that would also lead to a new generation of heroes.

Mostly everyone had fled the main base in Europe after the war ended, you’d stuck around, choosing to help archive information—which was a bad idea in and of itself, considering one minute you were filing paperwork and the next you were knocked out cold.

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(A Smile that Commands My Vision) Figaro SSR Card Story Translation

The future I speak of with you that I found - Chapter 1

Rustica: I thank you all for coming to the public recording of Rustica Ferch's "Amorest Viesse"

Rustica: If you had a good time, then I could not ask for more. Tonight's hosts are me, Rustica, and...

Figaro: And me, Figaro Garcia as the guest. Thank you all for coming today.

Rustica: I hope we can meet again next week, my love. See you again.

Akira: (A whole hour just flew by…)

The moderate tension eases as the public recording of the radio show hosted by Rustica finishes.

On this day, Figaro took me to visit the recording with him.

Figaro: Hi. Sorry to keep you waiting, Akira.

Akira: Figaro! Thank you for your hard work.

Figaro: Now that's what I call a smile. How was it? Did you enjoy the recording?

Akira: Yes, very much. It was very valuable!

Akira: Rustica's calm but unpredictable talk was thrilling, and Figaro's quips were also fun.

Akira: Everyone in the audience seemed to be having a great time. Now that's what professional skills are all about.

Figaro: Haha, good then. You made sure to study, that's very admirable.

Figaro: Even so, I'm glad that only the audio is archived. The talk topics and challenge projects were pretty ambitious.

Rustica: But thanks to that, every segment was a big hit.

Rustica: Apparently, the charm of my radio show is the atmosphere of being unpredictable, both in terms of how things will develop and where they will land.

A little behind, Rustica also came out of the studio. He spoke with a smile as he held the script.

Figaro: Really, every time the conversation suddenly takes a completely unexpected turn. It's hard to imitate that kind of sense.

Akira: Rustica was also very eloquent. Even when the topic jumps around, he speaks smoothly with beautiful words, so it's pleasant to listen to.

Rustica: Hehe. I'm glad you enjoyed it too.

Rustica: Have you gotten used to this industry yet?

Akira: Just a little… Figaro takes me to all the sorts of locations and I learn something new every day.

Rustica: That's wonderful. If you'd like, please come to my dinner show too.

Akira: What! Are you sure?

Rustica: Of course. I'll be playing my favorite instrument, so please enjoy it along with a delicious meal.

Rustica: Oh, and next time, I'd love for you to come and visit our office. Chloe seems to be very fond of you.

Figaro: Hey there, Rustica. Your habit is creeping up again.

Akira: Whoa.

Figaro casually puts his arm around my shoulder, pulling me towards him.

Figaro: I am the one who found this child. Why are you always so quick to recruit the kids you like.

Rustica: Ahaha, my apologies, Akira-san was such a wonderful person, I too fell for them.

Rustica: Akira-san, if you don't mind, could you tell me more about yourself?

The future I speak of with you that I found - Chapter 2

Akira: About me?

Rustica: Yes. Favorite foods, colors, scenery, time…

Rustica: What are you not good at, or what interests you. Anything about you.

Figaro: Come to think of it, I haven't really heard much about that sort of thing from you.

Figaro: Well? Anything that comes to mind?

Akira: Let's see… things I like, things I don't like, I am sure I have those but…

Akira: My memories are hazy so I don't remember much.

Akira: So now, I think I am in the process of searching for it, together with Figaro.

Rustica: Oh my.

Figaro: With me?

Akira: Yes. We eat at cafes and restaurants in between work, and take photos at photogenic spots.

Akira: Figaro takes me to all kinds of places and tells me all kinds of stories, so I see, hear, and experience a lot...

Akira: It feels like he's helping me search for myself.

As I said that, Figaro and Rustica looked at each other.

And at the same time, they burst out laughing.

Rustica: I guess this means I've been rejected?

Figaro: Ahaha, guess so. That's such a nice thing for you to say.

Figaro: You are truly a brand new child, just like an untrodden snow. Hey Akira, why don't you entrust your body and soul to me a little more?

Akira: Eh….?

Figaro invites me with a voice like a soft cotton blanket. His narrow grey and hazel* eyes stare at me.

*TL note/ it does actually say hazel I am as confused as the rest of you.

Figaro: Then, I'll be able to make you do what I want even more.

Akira: Umm…! T-That's a little bit….

I flinch, my eyes wandering.

Seeing this, Figaro laughs and moves away. He also taps my forehead with the tip of his finger.

Figaro: Just kidding. If you get embarrassed over something like this, you'll never be an actor.

Rustica: As one would expect, you're kind but strict.

Akira: Oh, that was just acting...?! It took me by surprise…

Figaro: My bad sorry, you were being such a good child I just can't help but tease you.

Figaro: But I'm also studying with you too. Didn't we go yesterday to a cafe that has the latest trendy sweets.

Akira: Ah, the one famous for its pudding shaped like a curled up cat.

Akira: It wobbles when you shake it, and is so cute that you almost feel bad for eating it. The peak form of modern dessert!

Rustica: A curled up cat pudding…

Rustica: Perhaps, is it the one Rutile was into last year?

Akira, Figaro: Eh, last year?

Figaro: No way~ It was all the rage recently, wasn't it?

Rustica: It was a while ago that it was a hot topic, but back then all the cafes were full and it was hard to get in.

Rustica: Maybe now is a better time to take your time and enjoy it. You two picked a good time to jump on the trend.

Figaro: Does that even count as jumping on it…

Akira: But it was delicious, and cute. I really like that pudding.

Figaro: ……

Figaro: Well, alright then.

The future I speak of with you that I found - Chapter 3

Afterwards, we said goodbye to the staff and returned to the office.

We organized our belongings, took a breather, and prepared tea.

Figaro: I'm glad I was able to buy the last set of these sweets. Now this one is really the cutting edge of fashion.

Akira: Thank you. I'll take a picture and look it up online.

Figaro: Haha, we've gained some really useless wisdom.

We both sit on the sofa, joking around.

Akira: Thank you for the wonderful opportunity today. I learned a lot today.

Figaro: I'm glad I could be of help to you. Rustica also helped a lot.

Akira: Yes. He was very kind and funny, and made sure to be there for me so that I wouldn't feel overwhelmed.

Akira: I heard about their agency and it seemed really lively and fun. There are a lot of unique people there.

Figaro: They're an up-and-coming agency, after all. I think it's a completely different league from ours…

Figaro: Are you perhaps interested in relocating?

Akira: Eh?

Figaro: I stopped it today but if you're really interested, I will respect your wishes.

Figaro: There's still plenty that I want to teach you though so that would be lonely.

Figaro laughs, shrugging his shoulders jokingly. I shook my head unequivocally.

Akira: No. Please let me stay here.

Akira: If Figaro hadn't found me that day, I wouldn't have experienced anything like this. I'm really grateful to you.

Akira: Plus, right now learning from Figaro at this office, it's so fun and I'm so happy.

Figaro: ......Yeah, I know.

Wine and grape juice are poured into two glasses placed side by side.

We gently hit the glasses together for a toast, and Figaro takes a sip of wine.

Figaro: But... if you stay by my side, I might eventually paint the brand new you in whatever color I want you know.

Figaro: Make you do whatever I want, and slowly seduce you so that you'll actually entrust your body and soul to me.

Akira: Oh, it's another play, isn't it? I won't be fooled this time...

Figaro: Who knows.

Akira: ...Figaro?

Figaro: I don't mind if you took me seriously. What about you, what do you want to do?

Leaning forward a little, Figaro peers into me.

The eyes before me are as bottomless as the deep sea.

But I know. Figaro is a kind person who won't do anything I don't like.

Akira: ...I'm okay with that too.

Figaro: Eh?

Akira: Just kidding!

Figaro: …….

Akira: Ehehehe. I tried to imitate Figaro in the afternoon, how was it?

Figaro: ...... Ahaha!

Figaro: I've been had. I've thought this before, but you have talent, Akira.

Figaro: In the future, you might become an even bigger shot than my wildest dreams.

Whether in dream or reality - Card Episode

Figaro: Master Sage, it's me, can I come in?

Akira: Figaro. Yes, of course.

Figaro: Good morning, breakfast will be ready soon, so I came to pick you up.

Akira: Thank you, it's rare for Figaro to come all the way to my room.

Figaro: I happened to wake up early today. And then, I happened to remember the dream you told me about before.

Figaro: In Master Sage's dream, I often came to greet you like this in the morning, right?

Akira: Yes. If you didn't have work to do first thing in the morning, you're nearby when I wake up...

Akira: But if the real Figaro did that, I'd get a little nervous.

Figaro: Eh~? But you weren't nervous about me in the dream?

Figaro: To be trusted by you this much, I'm getting a little jealous of myself.

Akira: Of course I trust the real you too!

Akira: Even in my dreams you were so caring and kind. Strangely enough, it didn't feel like we were meeting for the first time.

Akira: You like drinking alcohol at night after work, and I joined you drinking juice. You told me all kinds of stories.

Figaro: Haha. I'm pretty much the same in my dreams.

Figaro: Well, but… The me in front of you right now is undoubtedly the real Doctor Figaro.

Figaro: Today, I'll escort you to the breakfast area. I'll be as gentlemanly as the me in your dreams.

Homescreen voiceline

You saw a dream where I am a super popular actor? That's a pretty realistic dream, isn't it? I am cool, and good at acting, and talking is my specialty...huh? Could it be, this is my calling? Maybe I should start aiming for it.

#mhyktl #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #mahoyaku #mhyk #card episode and homescreen line is also included #figaro garcia #rustica ferch

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