#they try to meet up via the river in the sky (because mythology) but the mother finds out and separates them with a wide-ass wall of stars

[a-plethora-of-midnight-roses]

Me: *reading a poem for class*

Poem: *References The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl*

Me: *ready to go apeshit because HOLY FUCK THERES MYTHOLOGY HERE I KNOW THIS*

Poem: haha lol ur not gonna say shit about those last three lines

Me: D:

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

Guess it’s good brother dream brain rot time now that we’ve pretty much canonized phoenix Tommy in it. I must now do my proper due diligence. Adding in my two cents and furthering the spread of my brand, phoenix Tommy.

When Tommy is a little tiny thing Phil does everything in his power to try and keep it quiet that Tommy isn’t a regular avian hybrid, but a phoenix. Things like phoenixes, dragons, or other mythical avians are extremely rare mutations that happen seemingly without any reason but will often reoccur within the same bloodline more often than not. 

Phil is something mythical. Maybe a dragon, maybe a griffin, maybe even something a little less well known like the zhenniao, yatagarasu, or alicanto. Either way he’s something mythical, it runs in his blood. It ends up running in Tommy’s too. Phil is one of the few mythological avians who doesn’t hide his features because people are usually far too fearful of both him an Technoblade to do anything. Unfortunately, what people weren’t scared of was the idea of trying to kidnap a child.

There were attempts to steal away Wilbur when he was little. Before he started presenting and turned out to be just your regular avian. There were fewer attempts when it came to Tommy. There was unfortunately one attempt that ended up being successful, he was stolen from the cradle and subsequently lost in a skirmish when Techno and Phil caught up to the man who took Tommy. 

Dream found baby Tommy floating along in the river, figured the kid was probably abandoned since he’d heard of orphaned children being floated down rivers and never seen again, and subsequently took Tommy in. 

Everything was fine and okay for a couple years and Tommy was quickly accepted into the family. Unfortunately when Tommy turned five his traits started to come in and he nearly burned down the house. The family didn’t want to abandon Tommy but realizing he was a mythical avian was a problem to say the least. So Dream, having recently become an active admin, gathered up his things and left with Tommy. He didn’t blame his family for their worries but he wasn’t going to abandon his little brother either. Not when he’d found Tommy. Not when he’d been the one to practically raise Tommy. 

Dream and Tommy were very distrustful of strangers still for obvious reasons and Tommy was pretty much stuck wearing the mask in order to protect himself, but Dream did what he could. Dream didn’t originally wear a mask actually, he decided they should match as a way to make Tommy feel bad for always having to wear the mask when he didn’t want to. He found private places that were safe where Tommy could practice flying and stretch his wings since Dream was super concerned early on about them atrophying and never being able to properly carry Tommy. Sure, it was too dangerous for Tommy to actively go flying often, but Dream didn’t want to accidentally ruin Tommy’s chances of ever being able to fly. The most important facet of their relationship is that he wanted to protect Tommy but never cage him.

When Dream first took control of the Dream SMP it was originally so he could make it a safe space for himself and Tommy, only allowing his few friends who knew about Tommy and what he was to join, like Sapnap and George who have a super good relationship with both Dream and Tommy in this au. Dream is still super jumpy and protective of Tommy and Tommy trusts people a lot less, but Tommy also acts as something of an ambassador in Dream’s interpersonal relationships, keeping Dream from becoming too jumpy and letting them decay. Similarly Dream taught Tommy to be a lot more cautious of strangers and this Tommy is a heck of a lot stronger having grown up with a pvp legend like Dream. 

When other people started joining it was still a controlled enough environment that while cautious, Dream let Tommy “play” for lack of a better word. Three canon lives is a rule everywhere that everyone has to abide by, regardless of what admin you’re living under. The admin doesn’t get to decide what’s canon either, it’s something seemingly up to chance. Or maybe the gods. No one knows what makes being pushed off a cliff by your mortal enemy so different from falling off one by your own stupidity, but some people theorize it’s the intention of the action.

Obviously this isn’t a rule that applies to Tommy. They both know it, him and Dream. And here’s the thing. Some legends say that there are no draw backs to a phoenix dying. Others say that too many deaths too quickly will slowly harm the phoenix. Both of these are false. A phoenix needs deaths. Canon deaths. The same way that kids needs to be tossed in the air and spun around to help develop their brains as really little kids, a phoenix needs to die repeatedly for their brains and bodies to properly mature fully and in a healthy manner. It’s an actual necessity for them to die, in fact, too few canon deaths run the risk of a phoenix getting sick and dying permanently. 

So when new people join the Dream SMP, Dream doesn’t hesitate letting Tommy side against him. It’s an unspoken rule between them. Good brother Dream goes pretty similar to canon up until Pogtopia actually. Dream doesn’t hesitate to take those two canon lives and Tommy intentionally misses during their duel. He ends up with way more canon deaths than just two, and he keeps secret what they are from the rest of the SMP, saying the two times Dream killed him were the canon two. Each time he dies his magic gets a little stronger, his feathers taking on an even glossier coat. He still gets pissed at Eret after the betrayal because everyone else doesn’t have unlimited canon lives, but Dream shushes and reassures him that if anyone does die permanently then he’ll help Tommy bring them back.

Phoenixes are creatures tied to the frayed and broken bridge that crosses life and death. Just like they can’t die and have dominance over flames, another power of the phoenixes is that they’re uniquely skilled when it comes to necromancy. Real necromancy. Not the human equivalent that brings back soulless husks with a tendency for destruction and malevolence. A phoenix is the only creature that can bring a soul back from the dead in tact. Tommy knows this by merit of instinct, and did it only once before for the sake of Dream. Regular people know this by merit of books like the one Schlatt tries to trade Dream.

So Dream and Tommy mostly put on an act while the war is happening but then act all buddy buddy and like actual brothers off the battle fields which confuses everyone (besides the already aware George and Sapnap) and mildly upsets Wilbur, but everyone just kinda gets used to it.

Until Pogtopia. Because we need some kind of conflict I’m giving Schlatt a very special role. Schlatt was a hybrid who got captured by poachers as a child and sold into the hybrid slave trade. He was one of the lucky few who turned the tables and managed to earn his freedom, ultimately turning towards being a poacher himself. Schlatt comes to L'manberg and becomes president with the intention of selling every hybrid in the country, in the Dream SMP as a whole, to his traders. The reason he chose the Dream SMP specifically? Well, wouldn’t you know it, he’s heard rumors that apparently there’s a phoenix hiding around somewhere. Not to mention the Dream SMP is absolutely loaded with hybrids because of Dream’s rather public policy about hybrid tolerance (he isn’t a hybrid, but he knows the affect being a hybrid has had on Sapnap and he still fears for Tommy so he tries to make somewhere that maybe one day Tommy can be open about what he is.)

Schlatt can’t immediately tell it’s Tommy who’s the phoenix because Tommy himself is an even rarer variation of phoenix called a soul flame phoenix, which is why his eyes and wings are a soul fire blue. Schlatt came in expecting crimson and our boy is out here with wings that look like the place where the sky meets the sea. Schlatt even dismisses Tommy initially and starts investigating some of the people who look human or avians with orange and yellow feathers. This is also why Phil can’t immediately recognize Tommy when he joins the SMP. While he can hide them with magic, Tommy usually has his wings on display since the Dream SMP is designed to be a safe space for hybrids. This Dream doesn’t have a ban on flying (he thought about it, maybe setting aside specific areas where winged hybrids could exercise, but it was quickly scrapped via Tommy repeatedly throwing himself off cliffs and then remembering he wasn’t supposed to be flying, immediately letting himself drop and die. Some of those ‘accidents’ were even canon and Dream just gave up on the rule.)

For this AU, I imagine that Dream would be a bit more in tune with people and empathetic so he’d probably call in Techno and Phil for help when he sees Wilbur starting to take a dive. Both out of worry for his own younger brother who’s sticking by Wilbur and consideration for the fact Wilbur himself took something of an older brother role. Sure he was a little jealous, but he understand well enough that everyone who meets Tommy either falls into one of two categories. They hate the kid and want him dead or they want to be his older sibling who’d burn down the world if he asked them to. George and Sapnap can both attest to the fact there are only two types of people in this world when it comes to Tommy and people usually start as the first before slowly becoming the second. 

So Techno and Phil show up early which is really good because Schlatt finally reveals his true intentions and neither Techno nor Phil are very chill with them. I dunno how the reveal will go between them and Tommy yet. I don’t even know for Good Brother Dream if we’re having Techno be a family friend or older brother so hard to say.

Anyway, I think that’d probably be where the main plot kinda starts to kick off so I’ll stop there for now. If I go for too much longer I’ll just end up wanting to write it…

[cha-lyn]

interrupted affection

Chapter 4 

Bucky Barnes x pocReader  

Warnings: kissin’, flirtin’, touchin’, dirty thoughts, vague mentions of nakedness, fingering. Only read if you’re 18+, thanks. 

Words: 1,695

Summary: Y/N is Wakandan, just returning from a mission as a War Dog. Set a little while after Bucky wakes up from cryo-sleep.

A/N: late night update. 

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“Stop hogging the blanket,” you yanked at the blanket covering you and, now, part of Bucky.

“Fine,” he moved closer to you. It was a week after the girls night and the two of you had not picked up where you left off in the hut. You’d still been spending time together and making out, but you did not let it progress past that. Now you were on the top of his hut, showing him the constellations and telling him Wakandan legends. 

“As I was saying,” mock irritation in your voice. “that’s Bashenga. Warrior shaman, first Black Panther. See how he is kind of following that cluster? That’s Bast, our panther goddess. She led him to the herb that made him the Black Panther.” Bucky hummed as he listened to you talk. “And there is the gorilla. The Jabari. They are above Bashenga because they live in the mountains. Directly below them in the fields of the sky is Sekmet, the lion goddess. And all the way to the west is Sobek, the crocodile god of the river tribe.”

“That’s your tribe right?” 

You beamed at him. “Hey the White Wolf listens!” 

He laughed and nuzzled into your neck, “I hang on your every word darlin’.” His voice was low and salacious.

You knew where this was going. “Don’t you want to know where rhino of the border tribe is?”

Bucky hummed into you neck, kissing lightly. His signature move to turn you on. “Mmmm… No. Not really, doll.” 

You liked when he called you doll. It made your heart dance. You laughed and leaned into it, like you always do. You can’t even help it. His soft lips and rough hands slipping under your shirt were a trap you couldn’t escape. Not that you wanted to. His lips made their way up to yours, as he spoke, “I really like you Princess.”

You smiled into his lips, “I really like you too, White Wolf.”

You stayed like that, kissing and cuddling, off and on all night long. Bucky started pointing out different galaxies and giving you the Greek mythological version of the constellations above your heads. Only when the sun began to rise did you two realize you’d stayed up all night.

“It’s a good thing the sunrises in Wakanda are so beautiful.” Bucky wasn’t looking at the horizon. Again, he was gazing at you. There it was, that feeling of being adored and accepted by someone. You’d never felt this way with anyone, not any of the men you’d dated before. Only Bucky. 

“Let’s go inside,” you whispered. Bucky smiled and the both of you hopped off the roof and headed inside, the sexual energy tangible. Your limbs tingle with what’s to come. 

Bucky held your face in his hands, finding your lips and kissing them softly, then more passionately. You pulled on the front of his shirt, as if he could come any closer, as his tongue found its way into your mouth. His hands meandered down to your ass, giving it a squeeze, making your body arch into his. You slipped your hands under his shirt, stroking his back. You tugged at his shirt then, needing urgently to have less between your bodies. 

All of the sudden, you Kimoyo beads and Bucky’s wrist began chirping and blinking red. You dropped your hands in defeat. 

“Sweet fuck,” Bucky cursed, closing his eyes and sighing. 

“That’s an emergency alert. We need to go to Shuri’s lab. Now.” Bucky groaned and cursed again, another chance interrupted. You scowled, tired of being turned on and disturbed at all the wrong times. You cursed in your head as well, and the two of you headed up to the palace. 

+

Shuri’s lab was buzzing with activity. You and Bucky made a point to enter separately. 

“T’Challa, Shuri, what is going on?” You went to their side as they looked at a map of Wakanda. There was a red light blinking at the southern border. A border breach. “What is it?”

“Not sure yet, just sent a remote drone out to see.” Shuri moved to another screen where she saw what the drone was seeing. Several dots appeared, but before a better view could be gotten the drone’s feed abruptly stopped. “Someone shot my drone down!!” Shuri hit the table with her fists. 

T’Challa turns to Okoye and Bucky and nods. They are preparing for a fight. “Nakia, Y/N, Shuri, stay here. Send another drone, see if you can get more information on what we are up against.”

“On it, brother.” T’Challa nods. She starts pulling up more screens, mumbling to herself. 

You glance at Bucky, who has already started suiting up in his blue and silver tactical jacket, and checking his ammo. His tactical pants hugged his ass in the best way. T’Challa is speaking quietly to him and Okoye again. You could’ve read his lips if he hadn’t turned the other way. Bucky is in the zone, his combat switch flipped immediately and a life and a half long worth of warfare knowledge suddenly engaged. He flips one of his guns to his back, the back you had recently been running your hands over. He checks his knives, twirling one expertly between his fingers and securing them in their place. Your mind wandered to what else those expert fingers could do. How they would feel on you. Inside of you. Someone nudges your arm, snapping you out of your naughty thoughts. Nakia was looking at you, amused. 

You narrowed your eyes at her. You were going to say something, but Shuri rushed to you and put something in your hand, saying, “Give this to White Wolf. Comms. Goes in his ear,” and then rushed back to a monitor. 

Thank Bast for Shuri. You head to Bucky, his focused eyes meeting yours when you got to him. “Comms. From Shuri.” The bead glowed white as he picked it up from your hand and put it in his ear. He nodded at you in thanks.  

“Please be careful,” you whispered so only he could hear it. His lips twitched ever so slightly and nodded, looking into your eyes and then down at your lips, making you shiver. 

You went back over to Shuri and her now many monitors. She was sending the drone as the three of them went to leave. T’challa crossed his arms over his chest and the rest of you followed, except Bucky. 

“Wakanda forever!”  They left.

+

As they fought you, Nakia and Shuri assisted them via drones and comms. They took down nearly three dozen heavily armed men. Nakia assisted the Black Panther; Shuri flew a drone and facilitated Okoye; and you were in Bucky’s ear. The three needed very little help--just the occasional “behind you” or “coming up on your left”. You were mesmerized by the White Wolf in action. He was amazing. He worked flawlessly combined with T’Challa and Okoye. You couldn’t help but feel proud as you watched him fight, his reflexes lethal. 

The fight was relatively quick--they made it back to the lab before dinner, looking tired and dirty. 

“These men had all the things black market traders usually have when they try to sneak into Wakanda to steal vibranium,” T’Challa reports, crossing his arms.

“They weren’t as stealthy as you'd think someone would be breaking into this place, though,” Bucky said scratching his head. “Why come into Wakanda guns blazin’? Doesn’t add up. Makes me think they wanted to be noticed. ” Okoye raised an eyebrow at him. “Like they are testing the border to see what Wakanda has in place to stop ‘em?” Bucky trailed off as everyone turned to stare at him. 

“White Wolf has a point,” Nakia nodded slowly. Your heart swelled again with pride. “Now that the world knows of vibranium, the highest bidder will send people to come get it.”

“People are always breaking in here,” you murmur. 

Shuri’s brow furrowed. “So we should expect more then?” 

“For now we must assume so,” T’Challa nodded. 

“Then I guess I need to work on better protection measures. Griot, pull up the coordinates of the last ten border breaches and the security footage.” The AI obeyed as Shuri waved you all away. “And the rest of you get out, I have work to do.” 

Bucky racked his weapons and headed out of the lab, giving you an insignificant glance that said a thousand words. You followed behind him giving Nakia a goodbye and a wave and not missing the smirk she gave you. Bucky waited for you just outside the palace, something he had never done. 

“Hey doll,” his eyes were closed and his head leaned back on the wall. 

“Hello, White Wolf. You were really kicking some ass out there.” He smiled a tired smile and turned to walk back to his place. “Leaving already?” He turned back to you, smirking.

“Come with me?” Still a tired voice, but laced with pleading. 

“No, White Wolf.” You shook your head and his face fell. “My place is closer.” He smiled again, wider this time. 

+

“Why don’t you live in the palace?” Bucky asked in the elevator of your building. 

“Because I like my privacy,” you said pulling him over to you by his tactical jacket. He leaned down, kissing you until you reach your floor. Regretfully breaking the kiss, you led him into your place and straight to the bed room, where the kissing began again and moved to your bed.

“Mmm, doll hold on.” Bucky pulled away. “I’m filthy.” He motioned at himself. 

You groaned, “Fine. Bathroom is through there. Towels on the shelf.” He nodded, kissed you and disappeared into the bathroom. You fell back on your bed to wait. Your soft bed. You heard the water running as your eyes get heavy, you fought them. Stay awake. Your eyes fluttered as you yawned. Stay awake, Y/N. You didn’t hear the shower turn off. You didn’t hear the chuckle of a wet, half-naked man in your bathroom. You didn’t feel the dip in the bed next to you or the feather light kisses on your forehead. You’d drifted off into a peaceful sleep.