June 22, the day World War II started for the Soviet Union, is the Day of Remembrance and Mourning in Russia.
This is my grandfather, who just turned 17 at the time, 4 months after the war started. It’s a tiny photo that came to my posession a couple weekes ago, kindly passed on to me by my cousin twice removed during a big family gathering.
War is not parades. War is not showing it to someone. War is 17 year old boys wearing military uniform, killing and being killed. War is broken lives of an entire generation.
A/N: Hey loves, this is it! Chapter 6 is finally here after the long delay and it gets steamy as heck this time! ;) I’m super sorry for the long wait, this writer’s block is killing me haha! I hope you guys like it! Enjoy! -Delilah
Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?
You took a small step back, placing a hand on your chest.
Bucky gave you a small, sheepish smile,before looking over at the paintings in your room. There were countless ones, strung up on the little clothes line you put up, on the walls, on numerous easels. And every single one of them was of one person: Bucky.
He walked towards a specific one, which was a painting of him wearing his old military uniform. He was smiling that old, dorky little smile he used to give you. Behind him, was the Wonder Wheel at Coney Island. That was where you had your first date.
“You remember this?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at you with a smile. One that heavily resembled the painting. You nodded, feeling your cheeks heating.
“It was our first date, right?” you asked. He grinned this time, before looking back to the painting on the wall.
“I tried so hard to impress you that night,” he recalled as he ran his fingers over the artwork. “I kept trying to win that little teddy bear for you, but I kept missing every damn time.”
“You ended up stealing it instead.” You smiled as you recalled a very young Bucky as he hopped the counter when the man wasn’t looking and swiped the bear. You both ran so fast before the man could catch the two of you.
Bucky moved towards the next painting, which was one from the day you both made love for the first time. He was lying on his side, propped up onto his elbow as he peered down at you. The silver necklace you had given him was the only thing he was wearing, besides the sheets that were gathered around his waist. He was giving a lazy smile, his hair sticking up in random places.
“This was a really good night,” he chuckled; biting his lip as the memories of you withering beneath him came flooding back to his mind. He remembered exactly how you looked as he hovered over you, your moans filling the room as he pounded you into the mattress. And your breasts, man he loved those. He had seen all shapes and sizes back in his day, but yours were special. To him, they were perfection.
“You accidentally burned me with your cigarette right after that.” You reminded him, your eyebrow slightly rising. You could see the blush on his cheeks as he recalled the memory. Bucky loved to smoke in bed. Right after that picture, he lit a cigarette and forgot it was in his hand when the ash fell onto your shoulder, creating a dark scar.
Bucky slowly moved towards the last painting on the wall, which caught him off guard the most.
It was a recent one. He was sitting at the small table that belonged to the little rundown motel he had taken you to the day you were reunited. But this painting was different. Instead of him smiling, his face was set in a frown; his eyes were cold and lifeless.
“I take it you’re still mad about that night?” he asked as he turned around all the way this time.
“Well,” you began, stepping over some of the paint cans. “You did kidnap me and tie me up.”
“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” he smirked. “You used to love being tied up.”
You blushed, giving his shoulder a playful punch as he laughed. For a split second, it felt like how it used to be: Bucky making you blush, while you both shared a laugh. One that you honestly hadn’t had in years.
The laughter slowly turned into cackles as Bucky jokingly poked your cheek. You giggled, crinkling your nose as you swatted his hand away.
You reached to his side and gently pinched his ribs, causing him to cackle and jerk away from you. Instantly, you let out another giggle.
“The Winter Soldier is ticklish?” You teased, smiling widely as he began backing away. He shook his head, his eyes wide as you began stalking towards him.
You lunged for him, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him down onto the tarp covered ground. You landed right on top of him with a dull thud.
“Y/N!” He laughed, his eyes crinkling from the giant smile he was currently wearing. “S-Stop!”
You ignored his pleas as you planted your fingertips onto his ribs and wiggled rapidly. He howled with laughter as you tickled him mercilessly. Truth be told, his smile did something to you. It made you want to sing every song in the world at the top of your lungs, or draw every thing that had to do with him.
You were so lost in thought, you hadn’t noticed that Bucky had slid away from you, smirking devilishly. You blinked, looking over just in time to see him fly forward. He wrapped his arms around your smaller body and brought you onto the ground with him.
You gasped as one of the paint cans tumbled over, splashing the both of you with lilac colored paint.
You peered up at Bucky, who was hovering above you, watching you as if you were some interesting new discovery of some sort. He analyzed every single little feature on your face, along with your mannerisms.
You smiled up at him, noticing the same one he gave back.
Slowly, you noticed his paint covered fingertips brushing against your bottom lip, tracing the flesh lightly. You felt yourself leaning in, bringing your face near his as he did the same. It took him a second to understand, but when he did, he finally leaned in as well.
For a split second, your lips touched and you swore you could feel the fireworks. The warmth in your chest.
But this time, the ache in your skull was back, and from the pained look on Bucky’s face, it was affecting him as well.
“Bucky,” you breathed.
Bucky hovered over you, his beautiful blue eyes soft with nothing but love. Love he had for one person only: you.
“I’ve never done this before,” you whispered, staring into his eyes. “I’m a virgin.”
Bucky’s lips slowly curled upwards into a smile as he watched your cheeks turn a dark shade of pink. You had never been with anyone before. You had been on a couple dates here and there, but in the end, it never worked out.
But Bucky, he was so different than the rest. He made you feel comfortable even in your time of need. He made you feel safe. Even when you were just holding hands, it felt so intimate not only on a physical level, but spiritually.
“There’s nothing wrong with that, sugar.” Bucky grinned, his voice growing soft. He reached down to you and gently moved a strand of your hair that had fallen upon your face.
“If it’s too much for you, tell me and I’ll stop.”
“But Bucky-” you protested.
“Y/N,” he clipped, his smile slowly turning into a frown. “This is supposed to be good for both of us, alright?”
You nodded, feeling your face heat up once more. You were so ready for this. You craved intimacy from Bucky, and now your wish was going to come true.
Bucky placed a small kiss onto your lips, his hand tracing your jawline, before pulling away from you. You watched as he pulled away from you and reaching over to his night stand and grabbing ahold of the condom.
Immediately, your heart began to race. Reality was hitting you like a brick wall now and you were realizing the seriousness of the situation. Bucky was going to make love to you. This was really happening.
He hurriedly slid the condom onto his thick length. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight before you. You had never seen that part of the male anatomy before, and you were extremely impressed. Also, you were a bit intimidated as well. Bucky…well, he was big.
Noticing your shocked expression, he stopped his actions and peered down at you with a small, loving smile.
“What’s wrong, doll?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.
You gulped, your gaze flickering from his length to his handsome face. You put on a fake smile.
“Nothing, Bucky…” you replied.
He raised his eyebrows before hovering over you once again. He placed small butterfly kisses onto your cheeks, moving down to your neck.
“Please don’t hide from me.” He begged, peering back up at you with puppy dog eyes, ones that made your heart swell.
“It’s gonna hurt,” you admitted. “You’re bit bigger than expected, Bucky.” He let out a chuckle before kneeling between your legs once more.
“It is gonna hurt, sugar,” he confessed as he gently pumped his cock with his hand. You immediately felt yourself becoming wetter by the second. “But it’s gonna get better, I promise. A couple minutes in and you won’t even feel it.”
You nodded, hypnotized by his movements and the small sighs that escaped his lips as he pleasured himself.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.” He said. His voice was lower, raspy with want.
You spread your legs wide, giving him a full view of your glistening core. You were soaked now and Bucky had to breathe to prevent himself from diving right in.
Once again, he leaned forward and hovered above your smaller body, positioning himself between your legs. You felt his cock rub against your folds, separating them.
Your hands wrapped around his neck, gently massaging his scalp with your fingers. This was it.
Bucky have you a small peck to your lips before rolling his hips forward, entering your heat.
You gasped, removing your hands from his neck and wrapping them around his biceps as he gave another experimental thrust. It hurt, you’d admit. But at the same time, it was somewhat pleasurable.
Bucky let out a groan, his heart thumping against yours wildly. His eyes were fixed on yours, burning into yours with intensity.
“Does that feel good, baby?” He asked as he thrusted into you once again. Your breath hitched as you felt a wave of pleasure course through your body.
“Bucky…” you whimpered, your eyes staring into his. “Do that again. Please!”
You let out a little “ah!” when he began a steady pace, his hips rolling into yours expertly, his cock hitting deeper and deeper inside of you.
Bucky looked so fucking gorgeous. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him no matter how hand you had tried. It’s as if his moans and gasps were enough to make you orgasm.
His lips were red and swollen from the kisses you had given him, but you didn’t care. You wanted nothing more than to make them even more swollen. His hair -jesus, it was wild just like you liked it.
His shoulders flexed each time he fucked you, giving you a show of his muscular body. One of your hands trailed down his back, resting onto his perfect little ass and gave it a small pinch.
He gasped, his eyes flying open and peering down at you with a grin. “You’re such a dirty girl, Y/N.” he spoke, sending your heart soaring through the sky.
You curiously looked down between your bodies. You let out a moan as you watched his cock entering your core, glistening with your juices. His skin hitting against yours only made it even more dirty and you yearned to hear it as much as you could.
You spread your legs wider, gently pulling Bucky into you with your hands on his lower back. You were in pure euphoria, and you wanted this every single day. Even if you had to quit your job, you’d gladly do it for a session with Bucky. It was so addicting.
“Oh my god!” you gasped, feeling your thighs trembling uncontrollably. You felt the strangest sensation between your legs, building deep within your body and spreading like wildfire. Your breaths became shaky little huffs as you felt yourself growing closer and closer to the edge.
Bucky was lost in you.
He was staring down at you, his lips curled into that loving smile he wore as he rolled his hips into you forcefully. The headboard of his bed slammed against his wall, creating small dents in it, but you both didn’t give a single care.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he moaned, his lips parting as he fucked you harder. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
You dug your nails into his back, resting your head onto his shoulder as his hips began to stutter. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you as he picked up his pace. A thin layer of sweat began to form on the two of you, but neither of you cared.
“Fuck, I-I think I’m….” You whimpered, feeling your body tense as the euphoric feeling began releasing throughout your body, shaking you to your core. You through your head back onto the pillows, letting out a blood curdling scream as Bucky fucked your first orgasm into you. Your mouth was open, forming a perfect little ‘O’.
Bucky’s hand went to your breast, kneading the soft flesh softly as he watched you release. He was so close behind you, he could feel himself growing closer and closer within each second. With a shout of your name, Bucky rested his head against yours and released himself into the condom, his body collapsing on top of yours.
You peered up at him with a smile, analyzing his blissed out face. He looked so beautiful like this, his hair messy and his eyes screwed shut from the immense pleasure you were giving him. You raised your hand and cupped his cheek.
“How was that, doll?” he huffed, his eyes half lidded as he gave you that dorky smile. You giggled, feeling nothing but pure love for him.
“That was…amazing, Bucky.” You replied. “I want this every day. I don’t care how tired I am.”
He let out a laugh, planting a kiss onto your cheek before rolling onto his back. He turned his back to you, reaching over for the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand and plucking one from the packet. He placed it between his lips before lighting it with the lighter he always carried around with him.
With a sigh, he rolled over until he was facing you. He propped himself up onto his elbow, giving you a boyish grin.
“So,” he began, taking a drag of the cigarette. You giggled and peered up at him, still lying on your back.
“So,” you repeated with a grin.
Before he could speak, a small piece of the ash from his cigarette, landing right onto your bare shoulder.
“Shit!” He spat, before reaching behind himself and putting the cigarette out in the ash tray.
You yelped before brushing the ash from your skin. It burned like hell.
“Are you alright, Y/N?” he asked, his eyes filled with worry. You nodded, sinking into the bed with a contempt sigh. , but you wouldn’t let that ruin your mood. You were still buzzing from the most intense orgasm he had given you.
You peered up at him, giving him a million dollar smile.
“i’m just peachy, baby.”
*squeals* now we know how that whole thing went down ;)
Kim Taehyung grew up in a happy family; he, his parents and his younger sister and brother were all close and generally jovial - anyone would think they were a normal family. But after his mother got involved in some shady business at work one day the whole family was assassinated - apart from 7 year old Tae who’d been staying over at a friend’s house at the time. Traumatised and developing terrible psychosis, Taehyung had no choice but to go live with his grandmother who was verbally degrading but cared for him a lot. Often she’d tell him stories about his grandfather and the war in which he died, which inspired him yet further fueled the revenge-seeking flame that burned strongly within him since his family’s murder. One day whilst cleaning the attic he found photos and medals and everything his grandmother had told him about - and his grandfather’s old military uniform complete with two guns; an old, pretty dusty handgun and a rifle. One had half a magazine still in and one contained three bullets, and he found even more in a small box nearby. Taehyung quickly hid all of it in his room and waited for the moment that afternoon when his grandmother was taking a nap before taking the bullets, guns and the matching silencers he’d also discovered as well as 2 empty tin cans from the trash. He headed for a secluded glade near the house and set the tin on a log before practising some shots from different angles and distances, getting used to the feel of the guns; though through doing this he realised he was a pretty good shot with good aim. He continued practicing, his sole goal being to avenge his parents. His grandmother was none the wiser, nor was anybody else, and at Namjoon’s school he was a popular football player scoring high grades in all his classes and donning good looks and a humorous personality to boot. One day whilst taking files from his teacher to Namjoon he overheard the leader and Yoongi talking, hearing details of the organisation he probably shouldn’t have. When left alone with Namjoon he mentioned it and displayed an interest, offering to take him to the glade as to showcase his talent with a gun. Instead Namjoon took him to his training facility, making sure the doors were barricaded so he could shoot Taehyung if he needed to, but even he couldn’t deny the kid had an amazing ability. After being initiated he also found he had another talent besides assassination - with his innocent countenance and boyish charm he could lure any target he needed to an appropriate spot to be killed. This also proved useful in interrogation; people of all genders had trouble keeping quiet with Taehyung around.
Despite having psychosis and bipolar type II disorder he’s a good fighter, known to carry a baseball bat marked with his name, a blade that doubles as a brass knuckle given to him by Yoongi for his first birthday with the gang and the rifle he found at his grandmother’s. He’s also a good friend to the others, often mediating when any of them fight and listening to their problems. He’s closest to Hoseok and they often play cards or rather dangerous shooting games together - you wouldn’t look at them together and think they’re partners in a gang. He has a slight obsession with yellow fruits, sometimes hears voices that generally tell him to kill certain people and spends a lot of time in a hypomania state. The others have noticed that when he’s in such a state of mind he’s more ruthless, and he’s known to don a very blank expression as he eliminates his target. Getting his jobs done efficiently and trying to hide his mental troubles from his grandmother Kim Taehyung is a real wildcard, but he’s loyal and loves the gang like a family.
Hope you all like this one I don’t think I worded it as well as I could lol ^^;;
“Captain Clark Gable in his tailored uniform, as dashing in life as ever he was in his pictures. Like General Douglas MacArthur, he has taken the stiffening out of his cap which adds a note of cheerful swagger to his appearance.” c.1943
Alright I've been think about this one since I saw the long list of tumblr prompts being re-blogged forever: 'I am pretending to be your boyfriend, because you looked really uncomfortable with that dude hitting on you' Winteriron style. I could see Bucky being that old fashioned gentleman type. Also, Happy New Year Akira!
Happy New Year, and enjoy!
Bucky startled as his friends clinked bottles and glasses
over his head to celebrate the end of mid terms. Bucky halfheartedly raised his
glass in cheers; his mind was other places. While Sam, Clint, Steve, and Natasha had been enjoying themselves,
Bucky’s eyes had slid across the room to find a pretty brunet seated on one of
the bar stools, nursing a coke and a bowl of peanuts. The brunet’s nose was
lodged in a large computer science textbook. He looked too young to be at a
bar, but the bar tender hadn’t shooed the guy away yet.
At first Bucky had just been casually glancing at the guy,
enjoying a bit of the eye candy, but in the last five minutes some tall blond man had come up to the brunet and was getting in the young man’s space. The
young guy tried smiling and shaking off the blond, but it the blond was
insistent and the brunet appeared to be flat out telling the guy no.
Bucky chugged down the last of his beer and slammed the
bottle on the table. “Back in a minute.”
“Pick up some more beer while your up!” Clint hollered after
him while the rest of his friends just laughed and bitched about their
“Come on, a pretty little thing like you can’t possibly want
to spend the whole night reading,” Blond Guy said.
“This guy bothering you, baby?” Bucky slipped in beside the
brunet, sliding his arm possessively behind the young guy without touching him.
“I told you, I can tell my friends to quiet down if need to study some more.
You don’t need to hide out over here.”
The brunet tensed up for a moment, startled by Bucky, but
his eyes lit up with calculation. Suddenly, he wrapped his arm around
Bucky’s waist and pulled Bucky in close. “I know, but this test is half my
grade, babe. I can’t risk it.”
“Whoa!” The blond guy held up his hands like he was being held
at gunpoint. “You didn’t say you had a boyfriend.”
The brunet scowled. “Because I already told you ‘no.’ It
shouldn’t take me having a boyfriend to get you to leave me alone, jackass.”
“Why you little piece of—”
Bucky stepped forward. “You want to start something?” Even
without his old military uniform on, Bucky knew he looked intimidating. He’d
never stopped his early morning military regime, and so
his body was still hard-packed with muscles.
Blondie took one look at Bucky and backed off, but not
before cursing him out.
“You realize the second you go back to your friends that
asshole is going to come up to me again?” the brunet said.
Bucky scowled at the man’s retreating back. “Then I’ll come
over here and scare him off again.”
The brunet chuckled and dropped his arm from Bucky’s waist.
“I’m Tony, by the way.”
Tony toyed with his glass of coke. “Cute name. Almost as
cute as you.” He winked at Bucky.
Bucky snorted in amusement. “Cute pick up line.”
“Still not as cute as you.”
“You’re really trying to sell that line, aren’t you?”
“I’ve always been one for the hard sell, and you look like a
man who recognizes quality when he sees it. Sit down, and I’ll by you a coke. I’d
buy you alcohol, but this bartender seems to think that one month makes a difference.”
“It does when my bartending license is on the line,” the bartender
hollered from the other end of the bar.
Tony rolled his eyes then batted them at Bucky. “So care to
Bucky eyed Tony’s textbook. “You sure I’m not interrupting
Tony held up his book. “This? Pfft. Light reading. I’m a
genius, you know.”
Bucky smirked. “Really?”
“Oh yeah, eidetic memory.” Tony smirked too. “Makes me
really great in bed.”
“And how do I know you’re not just full of hot air?” Bucky
Tony grinned wickedly. “Guess you’re just going to have to
date me and find out.”
(I am going to do a part 3 to this that I think you all will enjoy, a lot. So that is why I ended it this way.)
The museum was as busy tonight as it was the other night,
four days ago. You waited a few hours after closing before entering the same
way as before. Through the loading dock with the stolen keys. You walked
through the storage area, mulling over what to do next. Everyone must know what
you did by now. Gossip travels fast, especially in the workplace. You decided
to just get it over with so you headed straight for the lobby.
You tried to stifle your laughter as you walked in. Again,
everyone was still in their costumes way after the museum had closed for the
evening. Running around, laughing, talking and even playing soccer.
Those costumes must be
incredibly comfortable. You thought to yourself.
Most ignored you as you walked by, but there were a few that
watched your every move. There was a small group of men staring at you. They
looked particularly menacing with their long dark hair, bushy fur-trimmed hats,
plated armor and massive weapons. The one out in front seemed like their
‘leader’. He stood with his arms crossed and a slight smirk on his face. A
small monkey was perched on his shoulder, cocking its head from side to side.
You couldn’t decide if it was cute or slightly creepy. The three ‘cavemen’
stared at you, almost sneering. They conversed between themselves as they
watched you move about. Well, some kind of conversation went on between them
but you could not understand a word or grunt of it.
A slender woman with long dark braids glared at you. She,
out of everyone in the museum, was utterly and completely intimidating. Her
eyes bore straight into your soul with such a burning intensity that would make
the sun jealous. The burly man in the century old military uniform standing
next to her was smiling at you. You returned the smile with a salute. He roared
with laughter as he saluted back. The woman next to him was not amused. You
scurried as far away from her as possible, looking for the pharaoh. As you
turned toward the lobby desk, that same security guard from the other night
came bounding up to you. He also did not look happy to see you.
“Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to grace us with
her presence.” He sassed.
You shrugged as you looked at his name tag. “Larry, huh? Yeah
well, ya know.”
Larry held out his hand in front of you. “Yeah, well. The
You pulled the jewel out of the front pocket of your jeans
and placed it in Larry’s outstretched palm. He placed the jewel in his shirt
pocket then held out his hand again.
“Keys now, thank you very much.” He turned to walk away but
stopped abruptly. After a few awkwardly silent moments he looked back at you. “Can
I ask you something?”
You nodded your head. “Alright.”
“Why come back?” He asked. “I mean you could have made some
decent money off just that one jewel, so why come back?”
You stared at the floor for a moment or two, chewing your
bottom lip, contemplating the answer. “I, I really don’t know. I just wanted
to, sell it. Well, part of me did but. Something in my gut kept nagging me
about this place, about him. In my line of work you don’t ignore those
feelings. But really, I don’t know. I don’t have a good answer for you,
He looked at you intently. Trying to decipher if you were
telling the truth or not. He finally shrugged and mumbled a ‘hrmph’ and began
walking away again. As you watched him leave the lobby, an arm gently touched
your shoulder. You turned around and there was the pharaoh. He was smiling at
you. Not the same smug smile as before, but he still looked extremely pleased
to see you.
“You know, you never did tell me your name.” He said,
letting his hand lingered on your shoulder for a moment.
“Y/N.” He smiled. “I
“Yes, the great pharaoh Ahkmenrah. Pleased to meet you,
officially.” You laughed as you bowed low in front of him.
He chuckled as well. “Come Y/N. There is much I wish to
You walked with him through the museum for a while before
curiosity got the best of you.
“So what’s up? What is it you want to tell me?” You blurted
out. “Also, what is up with this place? I mean why does everyone still wear the
costumes and hang out way later? It’s kind of weird. I mean is it like a
‘thing’ you all do here or what?”
He looked amused by your questions. “These people are not
actors. They are figures, people of history. You see, my tablet lets everything
in this museum come to life at night.”
You stared at him. Waiting for him to start laughing, saying
it was all a joke. When he didn’t, you narrowed your eyes at him.
“I really am a pharaoh and I once ruled over the lands of my
father’s 4,000 years ago.” He confided. “The tablet is magical. Without it none
of us would be able to move about each and every night.”
You glared at him for a while, trying to decide if you
wanted to walk away or punch him in the face. ‘Uh-huh’ was all that came out of
“You will see for yourself.” He explained. “That is, if you
decide to stay until dawn. You will understand. Please.”
He motioned for you to continue walking with him. You
exhaled loudly, conveying your annoyance audibly. But, you did continued on
Why not?I mean what harm could it do? Other than him
and all his weirdo friends locking me up somewhere in this museum. With no one
knowing because I didn’t tell anyone about this. Ah, crap.
He led you on further through the museum, back into an
unoccupied hallway. He turned and looked at you. There was a hint of melancholy
in his voice that he tried to hide.
“Just in case you decide not to come back, I wanted a few
moments alone with you.”
He leaned in and brushed his lips against yours. Giving you
the opportunity to pull away. When you did not, he kissed you deeply. He placed
a hand behind your ear. His thumb caressed your jaw line, making your cheeks
flush at the contact. Your lips parted slightly allowing a low moan to escape
and his tongue to slide in. He moaned against your mouth, low and carnal,
before pulling his face away from yours. His eyes were still closed when he
licked his lips and smiled.
“How did I guess you would taste so, bittersweet.” He whispered
opening his eyes and looking into yours.
You smirked at him. He continued to caress your face with
his thumb. His other hand was on your hip now. His fingers on the hem of your
shirt, barely touching your skin. His hand ghosted down your neck to your
collarbone. You shivered at his touch.
“I do hope I will see you again.” He said softly. “The hour
is late, let me walk you out.”
Ahkmenrah took you by the hand and led you back out towards
the balconies overlooking the lobby. The area was empty except for Larry, the
giant dinosaur and the president with his horse. Ahkmenrah touched your cheek
one last time and brought your hand up to his lips, tenderly kissing it.
“Farewell Y/N.” Then he left, leaving you to walk down the
stairs by yourself.
Larry nodded to the president as he climbed on top of his
horse. After the two exchanged a few more words Larry made his way over to you.
“So, you have fun tonight criminal?” He inquired rather
“Oh yeah. I love hanging around people who think this museum
comes to life at night. Super fun. The hot ones are either taken or, in this
case, incredibly delusional.”
Larry just laughed then looked at his watch. “Well you won’t
think that for long.”
You narrowed your eyes at him as he held his fingers in the
air. He began counting down from five. As he got to zero he glanced back over
at the president on the horse and motioned for you to go over there. You rolled
your eyes at him.
“Come on, trust me.” He pleaded.
You walked over and glanced back at Larry. He crossed his
arms across his chest and was grinning ear to ear. You turned back to the man
on the horse, that’s when you noticed the man was no longer a living, breathing
man. As you approached you reached out to touch the horse. It was, stuffed. And
the man was, wax. Less than thirty seconds ago he was smiling and talking to
Larry. Now he was, nothing. You spun around to look at Larry wide-eyed and
mouth agape. He was standing there with a sly smile on his face.
pairing: zelda/link (oh my god) rating: k summary: post tp shenanigans with mentions of oot zelda/link a/n: wow… when was the last time i wrote something other than ed/winry? a/n2: fell back into my loz phase and this was the outcome… im in deep…