To the east of Sanus is Remnant’s second largest landmass, Anima.
On the shores of a small inlet snuggled between a great inland sea and a bay is
where you’ll find the Kingdom of Mistral.
Mistral itself is the oldest of the four kingdoms, and it
likes to think of itself as untouchable after millennia of surviving war,
strife, and most dangerous of all, the Grimm. This isn’t all that unfounded,
though. The Kingdom of Mistral has an entire continent to itself, and has been
around for a long time. It’s put that time to good use, making sure that
Mistral has slowly but surely taken the land back from the Grimm. That isn’t to
say the continent isn’t Grimm free, but it’s a hell of a lot safer than the
other three kingdoms, at least in regards to the Grimm.
When history professor Lance McClain stumbles across a mysterious object, he has no idea it will lead him and his friends to a time ship crashed in the year 2016. But with this amazing discovery comes a dire message from the two future refugees onboard: Lance and his friends must become paladins, protectors of time itself. Now, they must struggle to preserve history all while preventing the rise of an immortal despot, bent on destroying everything in his path to conquer the future, including the paladins themselves.
The stranger’s hand shot out, grabbing Lance’s shoulder. It didn’t seem like much force was being exerted, but the man’s grip on his shoulder was unnaturally strong. Lance tried to wiggle out of its grasp, to no avail.
“Give. Me. The bayard.”
The hold on Lance’s shoulder tightened briefly and he let out a yelp of pain. Lance felt fairly certain he was bruised down to the bone now. He looked up and stiffened in fear, because, yep, the man’s eyes had definitely turned gold.
HEEEEEEY SUP GUYS,
So I’m sorry I’ve been a little MIA on the writing shit, but I did suddenly write something, and thb I think it has something to do with the fact convention season is winding down for me as if legit next weekend.
Please enjoy, this was written at four AM after going through fmylife.com, I’ll post a pic of the inspiration later when I’m not on my phone.
As always I don’t own Will Solace or Nico di Angelo or any of the content they’re from (PJO, HoO, or ToA)
“Hey, Annabeth remember how you told me that guy was great!? Always on time and shit!? It’s been an hour!”
Will huffed at his phone before turning it over, completely disregarding the message Annabeth had sent in reply. However, his phone kept going off, daring a glance at the screen he smirked. Ah yes, multiple quick messages only meant one person to Will, his text-door-neighbor. He’d found the guy by being drunk and dared while inhebriated to text both the numbers that were exactly the same as his, up to the very last digit. The number lower than his didn’t respond.
Will’s mystery Man however did and they’d been talking for months since then.
“So how’s your day going?”
“I didn’t think it was possible.”
“But you can be stood up on blind dates”
Will found himself laughing dryly. If only this guy knew. Oh wait! Will could just text back!
“Not only is it possible, but scientifically proven my good Sir. For I have also been stood up on my blind date.”
Somewhere behind Will he heard an unamused voice cuss.
“That really sucks.”
Will looked up to the main entrance of the restaurant and sighed heavily as he wrote back.
“Nothing to apologize for, I’m honestly just gonna go home and sleep for the rest of my day off, which I knew would have been a better use of my time anyways.”
Will heard that same voice chuckle and was going to turn around, but the Waiter walked passed and Will flagged him offering a quick apology and asking for the check to his two coffees he’d had while waiting.
“Talk to you later.”
Will felt so bad for his Mystery Guy, he was a bit of an ass and much more sarcastic than most people might have been used to, but he was also really nice! (Hell he messaged Will the day after his drunken text to make sure he was okay, Will tried to ask his name and introduce himself, but the gent had declined for personal reasons and heck, Will wasn’t going to over step that.)
Thankfully he’d be able to leave soon and just relax and forget this embarrassment, swiftly the waiter returned and from behind Will as he finished paying with cash and leaving his tip he heard the same request. It was the voice Will had heard cuss and laugh to themselves.
He dared and look and needless to say, he probably could have been caught staring, because the man at the table behind him was, attractive would be an understatement.
Inky black hair that was a little choppy and curly licking around the edges of high faintly freckled cheek bones with pale olive skin and large almond shaped chocolate brown eyes, yeah, the guy behind him pretty much just stole his breath away. His only saving grace was quite literally the timing of the front door ringing and Annabeth’s voice. When Will looked up he noticed her not with her usual male company, her Boyfriend Percy, but another blond male with stormy eyes and a scar above his lip. “Will wait.”
“Annabeth he never showed.” Will reminded her annoyed, then paused. “How did you get here so fast?” Then he noticed the coffee cup, from the chain just up ahead at the corner, in her hand.
“Jason?” Will turned back around and, oh, oh Gods it was the attractive looking man speaking.
“Hey Nico,” ‘Jason’ as it was tentatively greeted, “wait. I thought you said Will never showed up?”
Will blinked. Nico stared. Annabeth bursted out laughing. “You two where a table apart this whole time.”
Will looked back to Nico and they were both looking rather in awe at each other. “You’re Will?”
“And you’re Nico,” Will replied, “how did I not see you when I walked in?”
“You weren’t out here when I got here, but you were after I went to the bathroom.” The dark haired male planted his face into his palm. “I never thought to ask…”
Will felt his phone buzz, a reminder that he had a message from his Mystery guy. He quickly took out his phone and typed.
“So, you’re never going to believe this, but my date was right behind me the whole time!”
He sent the message and opened his mouth to apologize to Nico, when the other looked down at his phone. Looked up to Will and simply replied.
*sarcastic tone* Hey, Mirai, remember me? I’m the girl you left standing at the counter at McDonald’s with a bag full of burgers. You know it’s funny, I tried to walk home and, um, a lot of hungry deer walking around at this hour of the night and, um, oh here’s where the story gets fun, uh, you may have noticed I’m missing an ear. Managed to, uh, pull it out of the deer’s mouth and put it in some ice I got at a 7-Eleven. So when you are ready to apologize, just talk into this cup.
Hey guys! Hope you enjoy this one! Requests are open!
Word Count: 2.2K
Warnings: none (?)
When your mom found out she was pregnant with you, she was the happiest woman alive. Sadly, it all changed when you were born and she discovered that her precious child wasn’t normal. On the other hand, when your dad realized that you were a mutant he was really interested in your powers and how can you use them to help people. Your mother completely disagreed with the idea, so when your dad died when you were just five years old, she took you to some weird organization. That was the last time you heard of her.
Little did you know, she took you to a Nazi organization, the name was Hydra. You met a man there, Aleks Fossi. He raised you like a soldier, but you never believed his words. You knew Hydra was not working to make a better world since the first moment you putted a foot on the base. But, you also knew that if you didn’t agree with them, they will kill you. So, you killed all the victims they gave you. All the innocent ones, all the kids, all the elders. Everyone that they told you.
Luckily for you, in your eighteenth birthday, Nick Fury himself came to the base and took you away from Hydra. When the Avengers were formed, he thought you could fit in with them, so he putted you in the team. You learned that your powers could be used to help people and not just to kill. The ability to move things with your mind and be able to know what everyone is thinking allowed you to save a lot of lives. Still, the nightmares and memories chased you after a long time since you left Hydra.
Now, it’s been eight years since you became a part of S.H.I.E.L.D. You still remember all the things Hydra did to you, but the nightmares stopped one year ago or so and finally, you were able to sleep again. It also helped you the fact that the team always kept you away from all the Hydra information and missions.
Right now, there was something bigger going on. Tony and Steve had a big massive fight that, of course, they kept you away from. You know that the whole fight was because of some man that is really good friends with Steve. You also know that he was captured by Hydra, but you have no idea who he is or what did he do. Tony and Steve are in good terms now, but lately they have been more anxious than usually. Specially Steve. You asked Nat about it and she told you that Steve’s friend was coming over to live with us in the Tower.
You still don’t understand the big deal, sure, he served Hydra but so did you. If you could recover from everything, he also can. You tried to talk to Steve about it, telling him to let you know more about the mysterious man, but he completely refused. Eventually, you gave up knowing that the Cap can be really stubborn.
You lazily sit on one of the sofas while the movie starts playing. You groan, knowing that you forgot your popcorn. You move your left hand, blue rays coming out of your fingers, and a few seconds later a white bowl full of popcorn is sitting on your lap. Smiling to yourself, you look at the screen. You can’t really focus on the movie tho, you know the boys are about to arrive and that means that Steve’s best friend is also about to arrive. You are curious about him, you want to know how does he look, what did Hydra do to him and if he still has nightmares. You sigh already feeling bad for the poor man. He had to go under and basically froze himself. That’s the only thing you know, he went cryo because he thought he was too dangerous. A chill runs down your spine when you think about all the things he had to do to make him feel this way.
You hear the big doors open and you quickly get up, running towards the living room. You see the team slowly making their way into the leaving room. Finally, Steve enters, a man following behind him with his head down. You bit your lip, feeling nervousness washing all over your body. The man raises his head and when your eyes connect with his, your face drops. The memories start to come back at you and you have to hold yourself into a chair to not fall down. You see his brows furrowing and you know that he is probably remembering something about your past.
“(Y/N), this is-” You cut Steve off, looking into the man’s blue eyes.
“Bucky.” Everyone looks weirdly at you, but before they can question you, you run to your room.
Your hands are rubbing your head, the flashbacks flowing through your brain.
“Agent, meet your new partner: The Winter Soldier.” You look at the man and see a beautiful pair of blue eyes.
He doesn’t say a word to you, but he keeps looking directly at you. He has a metal arm that scares you and you don’t dare to look at him. Swallowing hard, you think that Hydra is probably wiping out all of his memory repeatedly to make him comply with the orders. When the agents try to rebel against their superiors, that was always the method they use. You normally heard the screams from your room and you wonder if last nights screams were his.
“This is your mission, no witnesses.” You nod and start walking away.
Feeling his steps behind you, you look over your shoulder to see his face again. Your eyes grow wide, his beautiful face is now partially covered in a black mask. You ask yourself how is he able to breath with that on and you realize it’s to keep his mouth shout. Your skin shivers and you turn your head back, walking faster.
The mission goes by quickly, you don’t dare to talk to him. When you arrive back at the base, the guards grab him, carrying his body to a room they don’t allow you to go in. It’s almost midnight, so you head to your room and try to fall asleep.
Covering your ears, you try to block the loud, painful screams. You know it’s him who is screaming, The Winter Soldier. After what feels like forever, the screams stops and are replaced by heavy footsteps. The door of the room next to yours opens and they throw a body on it. It closes with a heavy sound, the silent filling the corridor once again. A few minutes go by and you can’t take it anymore. Slowly, you get up and go to your door trying to not make a single sound. Finally, you are able to reach his room and you open his door. He is laying across the floor, his eyes open looking at the ceiling. You doubt, but then you decide to lay next to him, leaving a big space between the both of you.
“Do you remember me?” Your voice is soft and really low, as if you are talking to a little kid.
He just looks at you and moves his head to let you know that he doesn’t.
“You can talk to me, it’s okay.” He doesn’t say a word and you take a deep breath. “My name is (Y/N).” You stay there in silence for a couple of minutes. You consider getting up and leave, but his voice stops you.
“You are really young.” It comes out as a whisper, but you heard it perfectly. “How old are you?”
“I’m seventeen. I will be eighteen in two weeks.” He nods while memorizing the information.
“Your face is familiar to me.” You are surprised he is talking to you.
“We were on a mission together some hours ago.”
“I can’t remember that.”
“Do you remember anything from your past?”
“I think I’m from Brooklyn… I know I lost an arm before coming here. But that’s it.” He turns his head, his blue eyes looking at yours. “What about you?”
“I’m also from New York, but I’m from Queens. I am a mutant, I have powers.” You raise your hands showing him the blue rays coming off your fingers.
His eyes grow wide and he gets up really quickly, grabbing your hands in awe. You let out a little laugh and he looks back at you, a scared expression on his face. He realizes what he’s doing and he lets go of you, mumbling a little sorry. Your heart brakes at his expression, and you grab his hands back in yours, a comforting look on your face. An idea pops up on your mind, your eyes glowing with excitement.
“I think I could help you with your memory, if you let me, of course.” He just nods at you quickly.
You put your hands on both sides of his head, letting the little blue rays travel to his brain. Trying to go pass everything that Hydra put in there it’s difficult, but you feel like you are beginning to scratch the surface. Suddenly, a pair of hands grab your wrists, pulling your arms away. You look at him, your wrists on his hands.
“I’m sorry, did that hurt?”
“What?” You look at him, your brows furrowed.
“Bucky.” He looks at you, a little smirk on his face that melts your heart. “My name is Bucky.”
Sighing, you lay on your bed, all the memories hitting you hard. During the two weeks you were with him, you visited him every night, trying to put his memory back together. You bit your lip, feeling the tears filling your eyes. You thought he was dead and now he is in the room next to you, all over again.
There are some knocks on your door but you just lock it and close your eyes. You want to sleep, forget about the world and Bucky and everyone out there. Tomorrow you are going to deal with this, not now.
Bucky sits on his new, comfortable bed. It feels weird, but at the same time it feels really good. Still, he can’t stop thinking about her. (Y/N), he still remembers her. Well, how could he forget her? How was he supposed to forget the only person that treated him like a human being during his days in Hydra? How could he forget the woman he end up loving and caring more than anyone else? Although his mind had been wiped a thousand times, she always managed to stay in his brain with him. And he was genuinely thankful for that.
Steve told him to go to sleep, that he was going to talk with her and that everything will be better in the morning. Bucky lays in the bed, trying to sleep, besides all the nightmares he constantly has. He wishes he could go to her room, that so happens to be next to his. He keeps his eyes open, hoping that in some moment the door will open, revealing the girl he wants to see so bad.
It’s been a few hours, his eyelids beginning to shut, when a big tremor makes him get up quickly. It’s like a big earthquake is shaking the whole building, but when he looks out the window, all the other buildings seem fine. A loud scream fills his ears and he runs to the bedroom next to his room, knowing that the girl he admires so much is in pain. He bangs at her door, but nothing happens. Sighing, he throws a big punch with his metal arm, breaking the door and finally stepping in. The mirrors are broken, the clothes are on the floor and blue rays fill the air. Bucky sees her in the bed and approaches her, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her slightly. She screams and then her eyes shot open, her breath heavily and her body covered in sweat.
Your eyes shot open, your breath heavily and your body covered in sweat. Bucky is holding you against his chest, his arms hugging you and rubbing your back. You feel the tears running down your cheeks and you can’t avoid sobbing into his shoulder. Bucky just picks you up and sits you on his lap. You nudge your head on the crook of his neck. It’s been a while since your last nightmare, and you suppose that seeing Bucky again brought them back.
He draws circles on your back with his fingers while you feel yourself relax into his touch. You never were so closed during your days in Hydra, but he feels good. “I’m sorry I woke you up.” Your voice is low and soft, like the first time you talked to him.
“Do you remember me?”
“I do.” You feel a little smile on your face at his words. “I’ve never forget you.” He pulls you closer to him, like he is scared to lose you.
“I missed you.”
“I’m here now, and I’m not leaving anytime soon, (Y/N).” He slowly lays in the bed, pulling you with him.
You take a quick glance around and bit your lip. In the middle of all these mess, there’s the two of you laying in bed as broken as the mirrors, but you smile to yourself, knowing that Bucky is finally home with you.