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a holiday special - k.b.

Word count: 1.7k

warnings: gender neutral reader // fluff!!! pure fluff, mentions of kissing, but not super descriptive. mentions of holidays, implications of christmas but not mentioned specifically

note: A fun little holiday treat for all my Kate Bishop lovers out there! <3

Kate watched as the snow fell gingerly just past the window of her New York apartment. The glass of the window was fogged ever so slightly around the edges as the heat radiated through the small space. She was snuggled with a blanket on the sofa, a warm mug in hand. It was her favorite- the mug. One you had picked her up at a local farmers market back in the spring, a group of various flowers bundled together in the center. 

Coffee filled the brim of the mug that she sipped on, lost in her own thoughts. She was lucky- lucky to have you not just as her best friend, but as her partner. You were everything she never thought she needed until you not so gracefully came into her life. 

It was last fall, and the autumn winds had just begun making their way through the city. They were ravenous this year, blowing over anything light enough to be picked up- including the paper you were currently reading. You were featured on the cover of the niche newspaper for sealing the deal of a lifetime. It was a proud achievement- one you worked hard for, and you were eager to see how the journalist had painted your accomplishment. 

That is, until the wind came in, snagging the paper out of your hand. You had shrieked, taken aback by the sudden gust of wind. 

Chasing after the paper proved difficult, as you attempted to weave in and out of the crowd milling about the streets. Everytime you got close to snatching the paper back, it just as quickly flew away again. Frustration began boiling up as you debated if it was even worth chasing- you were sure you could track down another copy somewhere. 

You quickened your pace, a clear line forming in front of you to where the paper had settled on the sidewalk. This was it. The wind had subsided for a second, bringing a stillness with it that was promising. The paper rested, and you were a few seconds away from grabbing it… almost there … 

You collided with something hard, something sturdy… Did a brick wall come out of nowhere? You opened your eyes to see you had landed flat on your back, staring at the cloudy New York sky above you. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?” A voice asked from beside you. It was soft and hurried, as if the person was panicking. 

It took you a minute to respond that you were okay, as you tried to sit up, or at the very least prop yourself up on your elbows. The paper was still in sight, a few feet away. 

“Oh, oh! Can you grab that for me?” You yelled, pointing to the paper. The person nodded, quickly going to grab it before the wind could catch it again. 

They brought it back, kneeling down to your level. You sat fully up, taking the paper from their extended hand. You looked up, locking eyes with a brilliant hue of an ocean blue. It was the color of the sea in the middle of a raging storm- dark with gray swirls. 

“Hi…” you said, breathlessly. The ocean storm eyes belonged to a beautiful girl with dark brown hair. She was slim, with a purple uniform on that you didn’t quite recognize. Was she some sort of LARPer? They were all over New York right now for a local ren faire. 

“Hi,” she responded, a dazzling smile lighting up her face. Good god, the universe has placed an angel before you. 

“A-are you okay? I totally didn’t see you, I was so locked in on chasing this stupid thing,” you ruffled the paper in your hand. 

“Yeah, I’m good, are you okay?” She asked, her eyes roaming over your body, assessing for any damage- almost as if she was trained to do just that. 

“Okay good. Yes, I’m fine. I’m Y/N, by the way,” you stuck your hand out, the business instincts taking over. Kate took your hand, shaking it firm yet delicately. 

“Kate,” the smile is back, taking over all of her features. 

“Kate! What are you doing? Let's go!” A male voice shouts from a distance. You look around her to see none other than Hawkeye, bow and arrow in hand, a slight trail of blood running down the side of his forehead. 

“I’m so sorry, I’ve got to go! I’m glad you’re okay though! Maybe we can hang out sometime, here… here's my number,” Kate proceeded to write a number down on your hand with a pen that somehow had rolled its way over to the two of you. The pen of fate, you had later called it. Kate jumped up, trailing after Hawkeye. 

“I’m home!” You shout, following the chaotic noises that surrounded you trying to enter the tiny apartment. Between your various work bags and the few groceries you had brought home, Kate was amazed you could even fit through the door. She glanced up from her place on the couch, assessing if you needed any help. 

You set the bags on the counter, sighing a sigh of relief of finally being in the warmth. 

“Hi,” Kate said softly, taking in your features. You were still just as beautiful as ever to her, the light creating a soft glow around you. She had a soft smile on her face, drinking in the sight before her. 

“Hi, love,” you responded, returning the warm smile. 

“Come here,” she nodded in her direction. Kate placed the mug down on the coffee table, careful not to spill any of its contents. You joined her on the couch, snuggling in her arms under the blanket draped across the two of you. 

“Everything okay?” You asked. 

“Yeah. I just reminisced about when we first met.”

“Oh god, Kate. That was so embarrassing!” You cringed at the thought of it. 

“It’s one of my favorite memories of you,” Kate responded, glancing down at you. Your heart warmed at the thought of her seeing you in your frenzied state and keeping it as her favorite memory.

“Really? That one?” 

“Yeah! I had never met someone so determined about getting a newspaper before.” The two of you giggled at the thought. 

“Do you know how hard it was to get my hands on that paper? I couldn’t just go to any news stand and grab another one. No, they were too busy covering you and the Avengers, not little old me sealing the deal on a business transaction!” You playfully defended yourself, settling deeper into the warmth of Kate. 

“It was cute, you were cute.” Kate reassured you, stroking your hair. You smiled, enjoying the security and the safety that Kate provided you. 

“Can we open our gifts early this year? I’m dying to give you what I got,” Kate pleaded. There were only a few days left to the holiday, and you were just as equally excited to give her your gift. 

“Okay, okay. Fine!” The two of you hopped off the couch and grabbed the presents you had set out next to the window, under a sad excuse for a holiday tree- it was literally just a branch the two of you had found on a stroll through a tree farm after you realized there was no way the two of you could actually tend to a real tree– and by then all the fake ones had been sold. 

Yours was wrapped in shiny silver paper, a bow delicately placed on top, whereas Kate’s was… well, it was wrapped, that’s for sure. You chuckled at the haphazard attempt, knowing it was the best she could do. 

“You first,” you thrust your gift into her hands, waiting impatiently for her to open it. She tore at the paper, and then at the box, her mouth dropping open at the sight. It was a new bow- one you consulted with the team of heroes to help make sure not to mess with Kate’s ability to be proficient in the field. It was a sleek metallic purple, with a black engraving on the back. 

World's Greatest Archer. 

“Oh my god!” Kate exclaimed, examining the bow and the engraved quote over and over. 

“This… wow! This is incredible! Thank you so much! God, it’s so beautiful!” Kate pulled you in for a hug, tugging you tight against her chest. You smiled, happy she liked it. 

“Okay, your turn.” This time a gift was thrusted into your hands. It was heavy, which made you confused. 

“It’s not much… nothing like a new bow, but I still hope you love it,” Kate said, hopeful. 

You tore at the paper, speechless at what laid beyond it. A glass frame, and inside was the newspaper of the day the two of you had met. The same newspaper of your article, securing your first deal that led you to become the business tycoon that you were now. On the bottom of the frame was a gold plaque, with an engraving similar to the one on Kate’s bow. 

The first day of the rest of my life.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you took in the sentimental value of the gift in your hands. This was a physical embodiment of the day the two of you had fallen in love, before you had even known what it was. The first day of the rest of your lives- truly. 

“Kate, I-” 

“It's okay, if you don’t like it, or if it’s cheesy,” Kate cut you off, beginning to ramble. She was nervous, trembling as you moved closer. 

You pulled her in for a kiss, cutting off her thoughts before they derailed any further. The kiss was soft and passionate, showing just how much you loved the gift. 

“I… love… it,” you said in between kisses. 

“I’m so glad,” she whispered back. 

You pulled back, smiling at her. Your best friend and the love of your life, bundled up in one package that you were lucky to have met on that fateful day. 

“Now, let’s get this cleaned up and order a pizza! I’m starving,” Kate exclaimed, grabbing the discarded wrapping paper on the floor.

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a holiday special - k.b.

Word count: 1.7k

warnings: gender neutral reader // fluff!!! pure fluff, mentions of kissing, but not super descriptive. mentions of holidays, implications of christmas but not mentioned specifically

note: A fun little holiday treat for all my Kate Bishop lovers out there! <3

Kate watched as the snow fell gingerly just past the window of her New York apartment. The glass of the window was fogged ever so slightly around the edges as the heat radiated through the small space. She was snuggled with a blanket on the sofa, a warm mug in hand. It was her favorite- the mug. One you had picked her up at a local farmers market back in the spring, a group of various flowers bundled together in the center. 

Coffee filled the brim of the mug that she sipped on, lost in her own thoughts. She was lucky- lucky to have you not just as her best friend, but as her partner. You were everything she never thought she needed until you not so gracefully came into her life. 

It was last fall, and the autumn winds had just begun making their way through the city. They were ravenous this year, blowing over anything light enough to be picked up- including the paper you were currently reading. You were featured on the cover of the niche newspaper for sealing the deal of a lifetime. It was a proud achievement- one you worked hard for, and you were eager to see how the journalist had painted your accomplishment. 

That is, until the wind came in, snagging the paper out of your hand. You had shrieked, taken aback by the sudden gust of wind. 

Chasing after the paper proved difficult, as you attempted to weave in and out of the crowd milling about the streets. Everytime you got close to snatching the paper back, it just as quickly flew away again. Frustration began boiling up as you debated if it was even worth chasing- you were sure you could track down another copy somewhere. 

You quickened your pace, a clear line forming in front of you to where the paper had settled on the sidewalk. This was it. The wind had subsided for a second, bringing a stillness with it that was promising. The paper rested, and you were a few seconds away from grabbing it… almost there … 

You collided with something hard, something sturdy… Did a brick wall come out of nowhere? You opened your eyes to see you had landed flat on your back, staring at the cloudy New York sky above you. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?” A voice asked from beside you. It was soft and hurried, as if the person was panicking. 

It took you a minute to respond that you were okay, as you tried to sit up, or at the very least prop yourself up on your elbows. The paper was still in sight, a few feet away. 

“Oh, oh! Can you grab that for me?” You yelled, pointing to the paper. The person nodded, quickly going to grab it before the wind could catch it again. 

They brought it back, kneeling down to your level. You sat fully up, taking the paper from their extended hand. You looked up, locking eyes with a brilliant hue of an ocean blue. It was the color of the sea in the middle of a raging storm- dark with gray swirls. 

“Hi…” you said, breathlessly. The ocean storm eyes belonged to a beautiful girl with dark brown hair. She was slim, with a purple uniform on that you didn’t quite recognize. Was she some sort of LARPer? They were all over New York right now for a local ren faire. 

“Hi,” she responded, a dazzling smile lighting up her face. Good god, the universe has placed an angel before you. 

“A-are you okay? I totally didn’t see you, I was so locked in on chasing this stupid thing,” you ruffled the paper in your hand. 

“Yeah, I’m good, are you okay?” She asked, her eyes roaming over your body, assessing for any damage- almost as if she was trained to do just that. 

“Okay good. Yes, I’m fine. I’m Y/N, by the way,” you stuck your hand out, the business instincts taking over. Kate took your hand, shaking it firm yet delicately. 

“Kate,” the smile is back, taking over all of her features. 

“Kate! What are you doing? Let's go!” A male voice shouts from a distance. You look around her to see none other than Hawkeye, bow and arrow in hand, a slight trail of blood running down the side of his forehead. 

“I’m so sorry, I’ve got to go! I’m glad you’re okay though! Maybe we can hang out sometime, here… here's my number,” Kate proceeded to write a number down on your hand with a pen that somehow had rolled its way over to the two of you. The pen of fate, you had later called it. Kate jumped up, trailing after Hawkeye. 

“I’m home!” You shout, following the chaotic noises that surrounded you trying to enter the tiny apartment. Between your various work bags and the few groceries you had brought home, Kate was amazed you could even fit through the door. She glanced up from her place on the couch, assessing if you needed any help. 

You set the bags on the counter, sighing a sigh of relief of finally being in the warmth. 

“Hi,” Kate said softly, taking in your features. You were still just as beautiful as ever to her, the light creating a soft glow around you. She had a soft smile on her face, drinking in the sight before her. 

“Hi, love,” you responded, returning the warm smile. 

“Come here,” she nodded in her direction. Kate placed the mug down on the coffee table, careful not to spill any of its contents. You joined her on the couch, snuggling in her arms under the blanket draped across the two of you. 

“Everything okay?” You asked. 

“Yeah. I just reminisced about when we first met.”

“Oh god, Kate. That was so embarrassing!” You cringed at the thought of it. 

“It’s one of my favorite memories of you,” Kate responded, glancing down at you. Your heart warmed at the thought of her seeing you in your frenzied state and keeping it as her favorite memory.

“Really? That one?” 

“Yeah! I had never met someone so determined about getting a newspaper before.” The two of you giggled at the thought. 

“Do you know how hard it was to get my hands on that paper? I couldn’t just go to any news stand and grab another one. No, they were too busy covering you and the Avengers, not little old me sealing the deal on a business transaction!” You playfully defended yourself, settling deeper into the warmth of Kate. 

“It was cute, you were cute.” Kate reassured you, stroking your hair. You smiled, enjoying the security and the safety that Kate provided you. 

“Can we open our gifts early this year? I’m dying to give you what I got,” Kate pleaded. There were only a few days left to the holiday, and you were just as equally excited to give her your gift. 

“Okay, okay. Fine!” The two of you hopped off the couch and grabbed the presents you had set out next to the window, under a sad excuse for a holiday tree- it was literally just a branch the two of you had found on a stroll through a tree farm after you realized there was no way the two of you could actually tend to a real tree– and by then all the fake ones had been sold. 

Yours was wrapped in shiny silver paper, a bow delicately placed on top, whereas Kate’s was… well, it was wrapped, that’s for sure. You chuckled at the haphazard attempt, knowing it was the best she could do. 

“You first,” you thrust your gift into her hands, waiting impatiently for her to open it. She tore at the paper, and then at the box, her mouth dropping open at the sight. It was a new bow- one you consulted with the team of heroes to help make sure not to mess with Kate’s ability to be proficient in the field. It was a sleek metallic purple, with a black engraving on the back. 

World's Greatest Archer. 

“Oh my god!” Kate exclaimed, examining the bow and the engraved quote over and over. 

“This… wow! This is incredible! Thank you so much! God, it’s so beautiful!” Kate pulled you in for a hug, tugging you tight against her chest. You smiled, happy she liked it. 

“Okay, your turn.” This time a gift was thrusted into your hands. It was heavy, which made you confused. 

“It’s not much… nothing like a new bow, but I still hope you love it,” Kate said, hopeful. 

You tore at the paper, speechless at what laid beyond it. A glass frame, and inside was the newspaper of the day the two of you had met. The same newspaper of your article, securing your first deal that led you to become the business tycoon that you were now. On the bottom of the frame was a gold plaque, with an engraving similar to the one on Kate’s bow. 

The first day of the rest of my life.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you took in the sentimental value of the gift in your hands. This was a physical embodiment of the day the two of you had fallen in love, before you had even known what it was. The first day of the rest of your lives- truly. 

“Kate, I-” 

“It's okay, if you don’t like it, or if it’s cheesy,” Kate cut you off, beginning to ramble. She was nervous, trembling as you moved closer. 

You pulled her in for a kiss, cutting off her thoughts before they derailed any further. The kiss was soft and passionate, showing just how much you loved the gift. 

“I… love… it,” you said in between kisses. 

“I’m so glad,” she whispered back. 

You pulled back, smiling at her. Your best friend and the love of your life, bundled up in one package that you were lucky to have met on that fateful day. 

“Now, let’s get this cleaned up and order a pizza! I’m starving,” Kate exclaimed, grabbing the discarded wrapping paper on the floor.

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Okay my druig girlies, i need some advice here ;

my fic Loyal to me does okay on wattpad, but not the greatest since its a y/n pov....

should i update the wattpad version to be an oc storyline OR keep the y/n pov and reupload another being in an oc pov to appease everyone??

I just want it to have all the potential but dont know how well reuploading will go eitherf

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𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚂𝚗𝚘𝚠 - 2

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

Dark Disney Retellings Masterlist | Synopsis | Part 1

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

Wordcount: 3.5 k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.” 

“And you… escaped?”

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Winter Soldier. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You… you don’t remember?” 

“No.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“From The Winter Soldier to yourself?” 

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

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

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

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

He nodded and followed you back up the hill. 

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

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

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

“Who's your friend?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚂𝚗𝚘𝚠 - 2

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

Dark Disney Retellings Masterlist | Synopsis | Part 1

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

Wordcount: 3.5 k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.” 

“And you… escaped?”

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Winter Soldier. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You… you don’t remember?” 

“No.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“From The Winter Soldier to yourself?” 

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

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

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

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

He nodded and followed you back up the hill. 

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

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

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

“Who's your friend?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚂𝚗𝚘𝚠 - 1

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

Dark Disney Retellings Masterlist | Synopsis

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

Wordcount: 2.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pierce nodded. 

“Let’s go find him then.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We have a new mission for you.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Семнадцать, рассвет, Печь,”

He grunted at the feeling erupting through his body. 

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

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

“я готов отвечать” 

He was The Winter Soldier.

Feedback is greatly appreciated <3 <3

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𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚂𝚗𝚘𝚠 - b.b. Synopsis.

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

Dark Disney Retellings Masterlist

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

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

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

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

Coming March 20th, 2024

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

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

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

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

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Are you guys ready for it …. 👀

[loki-stuff]

Mobius: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Loki a little bit. Renslayer, holding Mobius' notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation. Mobius: No, that's our joint tombstone. Renslayer: My mistake.

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no offense but angst leading to smut will always top everything else. argue with the wall because i ain’t hearing it ok, the yearning? the heartache that leads to hurried kisses or passionate slow ones? the face grab? the holding them as close as they can during? shut up!

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𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚂𝚗𝚘𝚠 - b.b. Synopsis.

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

Dark Disney Retellings Masterlist

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

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

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

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

Coming March 20th, 2024

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

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

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

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

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Alright there is no way this Snow White and Winter Soldier fic can be a 3 parter on tumblr- its too long already to condense to three parts.

So heres my plan: 4-5 parter on here, but I will be writing a full version for wattpad that will be an unknown amount of chapters, but will have a more indepth intro!

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Masterlist

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

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

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

Snow White // Winter Soldier

Brave // Druig

Little Mermaid // Sam

Rapunzel // ??

Cinderella // Steve

Alice in Wonderland // Wanda ??

Sleeping Beauty // ??

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hi its me

Im working on my druig story still but i hit a wall in inspo and lost my outline for the story :((((

in order to get myself back into that creative writing headspace, I'm working on another project that will be announced soon!!

If you guys have any ideas for the Druig Scream story I'd LOVE to hear it!! my ask box is open for any recommendations you may have!

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god of death - update

hi part 3 will be a little late!! I had family in town this weekend so i didn't get to write as much as I thought.

The new scheduled date for part 3 is 1/27 !

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Part 2

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

Part 1 | Masterlist |

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you okay?” She asked. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Damn it.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You could do that… 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everything was perfectly fine. Perfectly normal. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Found out some more info. Meet for drinks later? 

You glanced up at Kieran as you responded. 

Sure. McCrakens? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” 

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

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

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

Well… there was no backing out of this now.

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Part 2

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

Part 1 | Masterlist |

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you okay?” She asked. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Damn it.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You could do that… 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everything was perfectly fine. Perfectly normal. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Found out some more info. Meet for drinks later? 

You glanced up at Kieran as you responded. 

Sure. McCrakens? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” 

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

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

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

Well… there was no backing out of this now.

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