A/N: This is my submission for @whatrambles 500 Follower Celebration! I have poor time management skills, so I haven’t had the chance to edit it yet, but I chose to do a fairy tale AU/pirate AU with a Peter Pan adaption.
For some background, the Avengers were living in Neverland for years, drinking from the island spring that kept them young. After many years, they spit into familiar-looking teams; the pirates, who wanted to return home and grow up, but can’t with only half the crew, and the Lost Children, who wanted to stay. Now half the team has grown into adults, trying to convert the others and the other half has begun aging into adults after the pirates blocked off the spring and are just trying to survive.
Warnings: some sword fighting, maybe a swear word or two
“Peter, left flank!” you called out, pumping your fist as he deftly dodged the cannonball that arced past him, landing in the sand.
“Behind you!” Natasha called over to you from several meters away.
Wrenching your saber from you belt, you whirled around, the metal clashing with the blade aimed at your head, “Thanks Nat!”
Clutching the opposing saber was Clint, which was bad news for you. With a devilish grin, he recovered from your block, pulling back and slashing, this time aimed at your midriff. You had to leap back to dodge, eliciting a chuckle from your opponent. Frantic, you scanned the beach, but there was no one to help you as Clint pushed your further and further down the pier.
Peter was locked into battle with Rogers, Tony rushing to his aid as his small frame started to crumble under the blonde’s assault. Rhodey was duking it out with Sam and Vision with Wanda as cannon fire rained down around them. Natasha was closest to you, the only other on the pier, but she was well occupied with Scott.
T’Challa was nowhere to be found, but that wasn’t really his fault. This wasn’t supposed to end in a fight; it was supposed to be a simple trade deal with the merfolk, but you’d been ambushed.
The time spent seeking help cost you, you barely dodged a follow-up blow from Clint, his saber catching your forearm with a blazing hot sting that made you cry out. “You’re getting slow,” Clint noted. “That’s what happens when you get old.”
Fiery anger bubbled in your gut- you were just trying to survive. You didn’t understand why there always had to be a fight. In lieu of a response, you slashed wildly, but Clint easily danced out of the way with another laugh, “Lucky for me, you still fight like a child.”
He lunged, making you jump back again. You were running out of space to dodge, the crashing of the angry waves roaring in your ears as a reminder of what waited for you if you went over the edge. You realized dimly that the cannon fire had ceased, sneaking a glance over your shoulder. The large ship with its massive black flag was moving in, heading straight for you.
“Fall back!” you shouted, hoping your voice carried on the salty breeze.
Clint smirked, “And where do you fall back to, sparrow?”
You brandished your saber in his face, spitting, “You don’t get to call me that anymore.”
He deftly hooked the point of his saber around the guard of your own, wrenching it from your fingers. You watched helplessly as it spun into the foamy water, quickly sinking beneath the surface.
“What do you think? Should I end it myself or let the riptide have you?” He rested the razor-sharp blade against your sternum.
“I think you should get hearing aids, old man.” Natasha snarled as she brought the pommel of her blade down on the crown of Clint’s head. “Maybe then you would’ve heard me coming.”
You breathed a sigh of relief as he crumpled, “Thanks.”
She grabbed your arm, “Don’t thank me yet.” She pulled you back down the pier toward the shore as you heard the clatter of the boarding plank on the wood behind you. You bolted, the water-softened wood groaning beneath your pounding feet.
“Not so fast, whippersnappers.” Rogers moved in quickly to block the end of the pier, sending both you and Nat skidding to a stop.
She reached for her weapon, but you whispered desperately, “Swim for it.” You moved to dive off the side; the riptide was preferable to capture. But Rogers caught both of you by the arm with ease and the rest of the crew quickly stepped in to help him restrain you.
As you were marched back toward the ship, you twisted and fought, catching a glimpse of Peter and the others crowded at the tree line by the edge of the beach. You and Nat were forced onto the monstrous ship, single file. You spat furiously on the deck and Steve’s fingers closed around the back of your neck, “I’ll make sure you scrub the whole deck for that one, sparrow.”
“Screw you.” You tried to wrench yourself free of his grasp, despite knowing you were making things worse. But these had once been your friends and being on this god forsaken ship made the betrayal feel fresh.
“Rogers!” Sam said sharply. “Captain wants them in holding. Now.”
Steve steered you into the hold, giving you a sharp shove into the grimy cell, “We’ll finish this later.”
“Yes, we will,” you hissed, scrambling up to the rusty bars and glaring at him until the door closed behind him. Clambering over to the bars between you and Natasha, you reached for her, “Nat. Natasha! Are you okay?”
She only lay there, a fuzzy shape in the darkness. Choking back a sob, you sank to the dirty floor, wrapping your arms around your knees and waiting.
*
They came for Nat first, dragging her out of the cell when she didn’t respond to their orders. It sounded like Sam, but you couldn’t see; the light from the deck was blinding after hours in the pitch blackness. By the time your eyes adjusted, they were gone, despite your shouts.
The waiting was worse with Nat gone. Even if she hadn’t talked, knowing you weren’t alone was comforting. And who knew what they wanted from her. They could have shoved her overboard by now.
Your stomach was beginning to ache with hunger, your mouth dry and sticky. When the door opened again, your heart leapt; Nat! But the figure that entered was alone.
“Against the wall. Hands on your head.” Rogers spoke curtly and you squinted in the flood of light. “Now!”
The sharpness in his voice affected you more than you wanted to admit; you fumbled against the wall with a sniffle as the key rattled in the lock.
“What? Are you gonna cry?”
“What’s the matter with you?” you demanded, voice thick. “The Steve I knew, my Stevie, he wouldn’t treat me- treat us like this.”
“Stevie is gone, sweetheart. He grew up. Now let’s go.”
He tied your hands back with rough twine and marched you out into the blinding sun. You could hear music and laughter as you winced and squinted in the bright light. How could they be having fun? You’d lost everything and they sounded downright joyful.
But you didn’t have time to adjust before you were marched inside, the soft glow of oil lamps an easier adjustment for your eyes. Here the wood was polished and glowing, a stark contrast to the filth and smell of mold from the holding cell.
The door at the end of the hallway was simple, with a single circular window at the center, giving you a glimpse of the man inside. “No!” You began to fight again, your heart thumping wildly in your chest, “I’m not going in there! Throw me overboard, but I don’t want to see him!”
Steve chuckled softly, “You don’t have a choice. He’s missed his sparrow.”
You shrieked, flailing and fighting, trying to ram your shoulder into his chest, but it did no good. He only hoisted you up like nothing, throwing you over his shoulder and pushing the door open.
“Someone’s excited to see you,” he joked, walking in and setting you down roughly.
“Excited to rip your heart out,” you hissed, taking a wild kick at his shins.
“You can go, Steve.”
You kept your gaze anywhere but on the man in front of you as Rogers left the room.
“Did you miss me?”
“No.”
“I missed you.”
“I don’t care.”
“I think you do.”
“I don’t give a damn what you think.”
“Will you look at me?” He added softly, “Please?”
As if of its own volition, your head tipped up, eyes finally meeting his. He’d aged more. No longer a dashing twenty-something, he looked more like a thirty-something now. But despite the lines around his eyes, they were the same shade of blue- the color of the sea, you’d always said. Heavily lashed and gorgeous, you hated how they still made you feel soft.
“I hate you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“You blockaded the spring,” you spat. “I’m an adult. Because of you. I don’t see many options other than hate.”
He cocked his head, “You could join us. We just want to go home.”
“Well I don’t. And I won’t. I’ll die before I help you.”
“That would be a waste. You’re even more beautiful than I remember.”
“Stop.”
“Stop what?”
“Stop acting like nothing has changed. This is over.”
“It doesn’t have to be. Just hear me out.”
“Why would I listen to a thing you say? Because you’re the captain?” your voice was laced with disdain.
“You think I don’t know what you call me?”
“I don’t care.”
“Say it then.”
“Captain Hook.”
A smirk spread over his lips, “It’s kind of cute when you say it.” He flexed the metal fingers on his left hand, “I don’t mind it so much. But I prefer what you used to call me.”
“I won’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because the Bucky I knew is gone. He grew up.”
He stepped forward, brushing your cheek with a thumb, “God, I’ve missed that.”
“Don’t touch me.”
“Why? Afraid you’ll like it?”
“Because I hate you.”
“So, you keep saying.” He smiled, his breath fanning over your lips, “Let’s see if it’s true.”
Then his lips were on yours and you couldn’t push him away. He cupped your cheek, soft mouth brushing over your own chapped lips with impossible delicacy. Before you knew it, your lips had parted for him, your eyes closing and for just a second, you could believe that nothing had changed.
As You Wish- (A Knight! Bucky x Servant! Reader) pt.2
!!!WARNING!!!
This Chapter contains violence somewhat described! Read if you are comfortable with that!
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Legendary Knight.. How?
I am a servant born of servant parents. I grew up cleaning messes and cursing out lazy asses, how could I be something so important?
“You have to train, Y/N, train and throw the kingdoms leaders down. Your whole live has come to this moment and you need to take your rightful place..”
As he began to talk, I began to strip the armor off of my body, dropping it to his feet with fervor.
“I am no mighty knight and I am no so called, ‘Legend’. You have the wrong person.”
Before I could drop the sword, He spoke.
“Ex Nihilo Nihil Fit!”
The sword’s hilt began to glow, a sun bright yellow, orange, and red. It swirled up the blade to the tip then slowly faded into my hand with a bit of warmth, It was familiar yet far away, like missing memories, another person’s memories.
“W-What the hell..”
“Is that proof enough for you?”
I gripped the blade tighter, the shine revealing a phrase that also had held a meaning to me, deep within.
‘Pentru a lupta și pentru a restabili pacea.’
“To Fight and Restore Peace.. So, it is true..”
I lifted my free hand to my head and wiped the sweat off my brow in exhaust.
“I want to train you.”
I looked up and locked eyes with the brooding knight, his eyes somewhat full of a feeling I couldn’t describe. Wonder? Curiosity...?
“Train me? As in taking me with you into a Kingdom wide war to make me strong?”
He nodded, playfully smirking almost to mock me in a way.
“I was already going to join the knight’s guard but I guess this really means I’ll have to join.” I chuckled and handed the blade to him, but felt a tug and soon I was up close to him, his hair gently grazing my forehead as he stared into my eyes.
“I make this promise now, and I never break promises... I will make you strong, Y/N, strongest anyone has ever seen.”
I searched his eyes for any trace of distrust or dishonesty but found none, he was truthful and he was dead-set on helping me.
“Well shit.. Who knew you were gonna be such a special girl?”
Natasha had began to playfully nudge Y/N as they rode horses out of the kingdom, Y/N’s clothes packed in with the rest of the soldier’s.
“Since we are going to be traveling around together, I guess we should get to know each other further, hm? I wanna know what growing up was like other than all the cleaning crap.”
The ‘White Wolf’ was trailing behind the two ladies, watching over the soldiers but also keeping a keen eye on Y/N.
How could the King not know Y/N was the predecessor to the legendary knight they had killed years ago? She had even looked exactly like her too, determined and tough eyes yet a gentle smile and a heart full of gold.
Was he going to be a good mentor?
“I remember being told fairy tales of The White Wolf and his bravery but the pain of his life..”
He looked up, Y/N still faced away, talking to Natasha.
“He started my fascination with truly becoming a strong and capable knight, but now that I know... things about myself now. I can’t help but wonder if she lives within me and has been trying to steer me in the right direction towards Knighthood...”
“You learnt about me?”
She steered her gaze towards him,
“Yeah.. I mean, you are a local wonder in our village, I’m even honored to be in your presence.”
Under his armored helmet, he had truly smiled for the first time in awhile. People liked him? People saw him as a hero?
“I’m uh... glad people see me that way...”
His mind began to wander to his past, slowly but surely, his gaze now zoned on his horses mane.
His mom and dad, The perpetual training, his first kill, his redemption, it all came back to him in flashes.
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“Fiule, trebuie să te ascunzi! Te vor lua dacă nu o faci.”
Winnifred yelled to her son with urgency, ushering him into a closet and shutting the door softly as to not alarm the men storming their home.
“Stai complet liniștit..”
The young boy shoved a hand over his own mouth, curled up against stray boxes, the soft fireplace light shining through the closet holes and onto his face as he watched his father step in front of his mom, protecting her, the men finally making it into the room they occupied.
“Ai un fiu, unde este?” The leader remarked with haste, the other men now searching the rest of the room.
“Nu avem nici un fiu, domnule. Soția mea e infertilă!” George began to say but was interrupted by a slap to the face.
“Aceasta este o minciună, acum vorbesc sau să fie redus la tăcere de moarte!“
George locked eyes with his wife and knew what they had to do, the parents locking hands and speaking.
“Nu avem nici un s-”
SLICE
A scream rang out as Bucky’s father fell to his knees then the ground, gargling sounds erupting from his throat.
Winnifred went to kneel down to hold her husband but was punctured through the throat with a dagger, eyes widening with shock.
Bucky, In the closet, clutched a stray knife that was in the closet in his grasp, hands shaking almost aggressively as he saw his parents murdered just to protect him.
But, After a few very long and heavy silence, a man went up to the closet, slowly opening it but was stopped when Bucky yelled as loud as he could and shoved the knife into the man’s pelvis, kicking his leg and making a break for the door.
“Hey.. Hey! We’ve arrived at camp.”
“Oh yeah.. Sorry..”
Y/N got off of her horse and went to walk next to Bucky as they walked into camp, and into the area for the horses to be safe.
“Just so you know... I wanna know you.. More..”
They connected eyes for a moment, his head tilted in confusion.
“What do you wanna know, then?”
“Your name, your actual.. name.”
He was quiet for a moment, petting his horse and looking towards the hay.
summary; you search for your long lost lover, and finally find him.
warnings; major character death (bucky),murder, blood, angst, resurrection.
a/n; a Greek God AU for @whatrambles 500 celebration bc I couldn't choose just one :/// based on Isis and Osiris except you aren't siblings bc nonono. quick explanation; reader is Isis, bucky is Osiris, zemo is Set, and baroness (zemo's wife) is Nephthys.
read the legend of Isis and Osiris
You loved him, your whole being ached for him. He was kind, and fair, and loving. He would never hurt a fly. His eyes were cool and full of love and life, his smile warm and welcoming. Bucky Barnes was a king among men, chivalrous and sweet.
And then he was taken from you. He was snatched away from you in the dead of night. The empty sheets still warm when your eyes shot open. You raced through the streets, searching for your lost longer frantically.
Then you heard it.
The blood curdling screams that carried on the wind. Their haunting echo chilled your bones. Panicked, you ran barefoot through cobble streets. Finally, you reached them.
His eyes were full of grim, triumphant rage. His hair was ruffled, falling over his eyes. You stopped, your nightdress flowing in the bone chilling breeze that whistled through the night. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaved.
"What did you do?" You stuttered.
Zemo was standing over your lover's mangles body. Blood flowed in the gaps between the stones. It reached your feet, seeping into the hem of your nightdress. Tears filled your eyes, ice cold against your skin.
Bucky's cold, lifeless hand was outstretched towards you. You reached for him, but the monster of a man blocked your way. His blue eyes were filled with a hatred for the whole world.
"Go home," he commanded. "He's gone. He lost."
You begged him. You dropped on your knees, hands covered in Bucky's blood flowing through the city. You looked up at the monster, pleading with him for one final with your king. But Zemo kicked you aside, scooping the remains of your lover into his arms, and stalking into the night.
For days, you wept as you walked the blood stained city. The city was dull without your smile, things were utterly melancholic without the light of the love you shared with Bucky.
One aching soul felt your pain. Zemo's wife, the Baroness observed your heartache. She felt so, horribly sorry for you. She knew your pain. Everyday, and empty corpse of her husband came home to her. There was no soul behind his heartless eyes, no remnants of the man she married left in his body.
She came to you one day, with the offer of hot tea and the promise of your husband. She hooked your arms together as she plotted. The two of you set off, together.
You roamed the lands, night and day. Your soft weeping echoed on the wind, floating over passing cities. Together you collected the scattered pieces of your love. With each passing day you grew more hopeful. Your husband was slowly becoming whole again, and so was your heart.
Eventually, he was whole. You held his face in your hands. His eyes were closed, his skin was cold. But you could feel the remnants of his soul. You closed your eyes and took and deep breath.
You pressed your lips to his and wept. You breathed the breath of life into his body. Your tears fell on his skin and colour bloomed in his cheeks. Heat flushed his body and his eyelids fluttered. To your joy, he kissed you back.
His eyes fluttered open as you pulled away. He gasped in air with a charming smile.
"Hello again, doll," he cooed, tangling his hands in your hair.
As You Wish- (A Knight! Bucky x Servant! Reader) Pt.1
A Winter’s Night on a full moon beckoned the kingdom as the regal princess made her way to the main hall, her servant and hand-maiden, Y/N, trailing behind her. There was to be a war of great violence to befall the kingdom and The King needed his daughters support.
“Why do I have to come? I don’t even have full control over the kingdom and yet.. Father insists I attend.” The Young Princess groaned, her skin tight, blue gown flowing against the linoleum flooring.
Elegant.
“Your Father insists, your highness, but I will be there with you if you so need anything at all.”
The Princess smiled as she stopped in front of the main hall’s doors, turning to look at Y/N. Her gaze was soft as lilies on a sunny afternoon, like the smell of orange peels and lemon.
“Thank you.. I am glad I have you by my side, even as a servant and hand-maiden, you have been an amazing friend and an amazing companion..”
Y/N, smiling even with a dirty face covered in soot, curtseyed, her semi-clean dress in her hands.
“Thank you, Your Highness.. Let me get the door for you..”
Y/N, quickly but methodically, went up to the door and pushed it open, the door creaking and alerting The King of his daughters arrival. Y/N held the door open and The Princess walked in, taking a seat at the large table.
‘A War Table?’, Y/N thought, then closing the large door and taking her place next to The Princess.
“Today, we speak on our plans of war. The Three Kingdoms have started war and our allies need our help. However, many of my associates have told me to lay down my sword and leave it be. I do not want to break the oath I made years ago so I am to make plans of war. I need opinions and thoughts of best interest.”
Y/N examined everyone seated among the table, seeing their mannerisms and ways of carrying themselves.
Natasha Of The ‘Zucan Empire’, was a mighty knight and the right hand of The King, Ser Steve of ‘Vaweth’, The Lead Knights of the battalion, his gaze was menacing but soft in an odd way. But, a strange knight caught Y/N’s eyes, his stature was tight and rigid and his face was hidden behind a metal helmet, the only visible feature being his nose, eyes, and a bit of his mouth. His eyes carried great pain, an intense and great pain that had caught the servant by the throat.
But, she never expected to have him lock eyes with her. His eyes now giving her a feeling, almost of a thunderous storm in the great mountains, the smell of pine and metal and a intense feeling of safeness.
Their eyes stayed locked only for a bit until The King called upon him to speak.
“Based on the battlefield in which the troops will be placed, I say we put our weaker in the front and our stronger in the back. The opposing won’t expect it, and we can hit them ten times harder than they may hit us.” His voice came out deep and gravelly, but smooth, his words articulate and well spoken.
“His name is ‘The White Wolf’, he is said to be the greatest knight in all the four kingdoms and he serves under my dad..” The Princess whispered to Y/N, Y/N’s eyes widening a bit at the odd name.
“He is known for slaying the dragon that had consumed our lands, I think the dragon was called, ‘Hydra’?”
Y/N nodded, looking back up at the table as they continued to speak.
“White Wolf, I need you to get recruitments for the knights guard, I need the strong and I need the weak, any man or woman will work. Natasha, you will set up our camping for the knights, and manage the rations. Steve, I will be needing you to stay with me until we have our battalion, I am afraid that a assasination attempt may come now that the other kingdoms know that I am joining the fight..”
They all nodded and the meeting was closed, The King coming towards his daughter and hugging her, “I’m glad you came, Daughter. I was afraid Y/N may have to tear you from your chambers.”
She laughed, “Well, you need as much support as you can get father..”
Y/N however wasn’t listening, her gaze on the knight with the wolf pelts draped over his shoulders, and iron armor clad over his entire self. He was sharpening his blade with a tool, eyes trained on Y/N, she quickly adverted her gaze as The King now turned to her.
“You may talk to our knights, Y/N. You are the best servant we’ve had in this castle, you deserve to have a social life.” He chuckled.
She nodded, and bowed before walking over to ‘The White Wolf’, “You sure do like to stare, don’t you?”
She was taken aback by his words, rubbing her dirtied hands nervously together, “I do not stare, I simply analyze people based on how they behave, you are my object of interest..”
“Mm.” He grumbled, “And, Why’s that?”
“You are far more mysterious than anyone I have ever seen in this castle, and I have been working here since I was six years old..”
His gaze raised up to her, his eyes piercing through her.
“I’d say, you mind your business before you get hurt, girl.” He got up and sheathed his blade, stomping his way out of the room.
“Well, you sure are a charmer, hm?”
Natasha had made her way up to her and smiled, reaching a hand out to shake.
“Names Natasha but you can call me ‘Nat’ for short.” The two shook hands, Natasha’s leather glove feeling foreign on Y/N hand.
“Is he always so.. brooding?”
“Yeah, comes with the title and such. Once you’re known for being ruthless, you have to stay ruthless. Say, do you want to go on a walk? The whole battle talk gets me tired.”
With a giggle, Y/N led the mighty female knight to the garden’s, the roses and leaves overgrown over the archway.
“So, you have been serving the kingdom since you were, SIX? How does one even serve at that age?”
“Well, my mother served under the queen and my father was a servant, once I was born, my parents knew I’d grow into a strong lady but a servant non the less. A month after my birth, the queen had given birth to the princess and died after, leaving the king to care for his child, but, once I was of age to care for myself and care for another, I was to be her handmaiden. And.. here we are.”
Natasha was frankly shocked, how could a girl of such beauty be a handmaiden? She should be out living life, being happy and in love, but she was cooped up in this castle, doomed to an eternity of taking care of someone who isn’t herself.
“I always wanted to be a knight though..”
That piqued her interest.
“I grew up watching the knights go out to fight and I always, always wanted to fight too.”
“You still can.”
“What..?”
Natasha sat down on the garden bench and beckoned the girl to sit, ready to explain.
“I could.. train you.. to be strong, skilled, a true warrior. You are weak now but after even a month of training with me, you’d be ready for battle.”
Y/N listened intently, weighing the consequences of being a warrior, to abandon her post as a servant and handmaiden to fight a war. Would her father and mother approve, would they pat her back and tell her to go for it?
“I’d need the king and princesses permis-”
“I’ll do it.” She interrupted.
“You’ll..?”
“I’ll fight, I’ll train, and I’ll become strong, as long as you help me.”
Natasha’s once serious face melted into a smirk, now wrapping her arm around Y/N.
“Well, Let’s go talk to them.”
“You want to take her under your wing to be a knight?”
“Yes, I feel she is capable of becoming great-”
I sat outside of the doors, listening to them talk about me becoming a knight, my eyes trained on the wall as I zoned out into my thoughts, until a tall figure loomed over me, the wolf pelts familiar as I looked up and locked eyes with him.
“Come with me.”
“Why?” I protested.
“Just come on, girl. I don’t have all day..”
I got up, watching him as he made his way towards the ball room, I followed intently, curious of his reasoning for finding me. His boots clanged against the ground as he opened the door and went inside of the ball room, I cautiously followed.
He set his sword to the ground carefully, eyes trained on me as I entered.
“What are you doing?”
“Testing out a theory...”
He slid the helmet off and let it fall to the ground, then turning to me. And, my my, his eyes, his lips, his nose, the crinkle of skin just above his brows, all came together almost in a masterpiece, a crescendo. The seemingly bad feelings previously about him had flown away like the birds outside the ball room windows, the light perfectly cascading over his face, I knew then and there, he was beautiful.
“Put the armor on.”
“...What?”
He plucked the armor off of his body and pushed it towards me, face straight and devoid of any particular emotion.
“Okay..”
I began to put each piece of armor on, my body slumping slowly but surely due to the weight until all pieces were on and I looked up at him, noting the widened eyes and semi-slacked mouth.
“You...You are her.”
“W-Who...?”
“Athelesia The Fierce..”
“Athelesia was a woman of many traits, she was determined, strong, fearless, and not to mention bold. She had been seen as a savior to many villages, even before the kings arose to power. She protected them, helped them, served them, as a noble person may do. Her fighting skills too were even more powerful then then strongest men of the lands, however, as she was becoming more known, the men we know as the kings today had her killed. It took thirty men to keep her down and in her last breath, she made a promise, that she’d have a descendant that would hold her power, her essence, and her aura. That they would arise one day and slay the poisoned kings to restore true peace to the lands once again. The armor I wear is the one she made back in her time, it was gifted to me but now I know who it truly belongs to...”
Y/N soaked up all the information but still couldn’t grasp how she was to be the greatest warrior of all time. She’s never touched a sword or even fought anyone in her life. She just wanted to be a regular knight, not one of some prophecy.
He brought the sword in it’s sheath to Y/N, placing it in her hands.
“This was her sword, use it, and train to fulfill the prophecy.”
“How do you know that I-”
“The pendant you wear.”
Y/N looked down at the silver pendant, turning the ruby over to see a name carved into the crystal.
‘Athelesia’
“I- What..”
His hand wrapped around her wrist, his eyes looking deep into hers as he spoke five words that would change her fate forever.
As You Wish- (A Knight! Bucky x Servant! Reader) pt.4
!!THIS CHAPTER GOES IN ATHELESIA’S PAST AND YASHA’S INVOLVEMENT, IT ALSO CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND PROTECTIVE BUCKY!!
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“Her eyes were glowing, Bucky, glowing like the sun... No not in a figurative sense, legitimately!”
Yasha..
Yasha....
I have to find her and ask her what the hell Athelesia was, the wings, the holy words.. The Dagger with MY name..
“Y/N, come here and tell Bucky I wasn’t lying..-”
“I need to find someone..”
Natasha turned her gaze onto the girl, tilting her head.
“What?”
“Yasha. Her name Yasha Lyein..”
I kept my gaze low, staring at the dying grass when Bucky gripped my shoulder, thumb rubbing almost comforting circles.
“Yasha was Athelesia’s adoptive daughter, they went into the war torn kingdoms together and Yasha had escaped. I have no idea where she could be or even if she is alive..”
“I know where she is..”
I looked up, locking eyes with him , words stern and truthful.
“We have to go to Windermere.”
Snow had crunched under their boots and Athelesia carried Yasha through the storm, cloaks pulled closely to their bodies. Their skin had become pale and numb, and their hair encrusted with ice and snow particles.
“We’re almost there, my child.. I will show them my powers and they will know to house us and keep us safe..”
They were running from the King’s Guard that were dead set on ending her life, dead set on ruining the course of history. If not careful, they would kill her child also.
-
The village lights came into view, warmth almost radiating off of the small place, and Athelesia couldn’t help but smile, pointing out towards it.
“There it is, my dear. Our only hope now..”
Once to the gates of the village, men stood out with their weapons readied, faces stern with anger.
“What is your business here, woman.”
“I am in need of a place to stay, my daughter and I are freezing cold.”
“We do not just house people in need, we are full of sick people, people in need of care more than you..”
A sigh exited Athelesia as she set her daughter on her feet and began to strip the cloak off of her bodice.
“What are yo-?”
The whooshing sound of wings flapping evaded their ears as her angelic set of wings emerged from her back, stretching out almost 20 feet out.
“I can help your people.. but you must let us in.. please..”
The man’s jaw was slacked in shock, before nodding quickly.
“C-Come on in..”
“Thank you sir..”
Yasha looked up at the man innocently before her mom picked her up and brought her into the gates, into refuge.
“Are you sure you want to see her?”
Bucky and I rode on our horses towards the Village, it coming into view as we rode.
“I’m sure.. I wouldn’t have seen her in my dream if it weren’t important to my journey..”
‘I’m sure the angel wings were important to..’
“Well, I’ve got you if you need any... support..”
I smiled at his words, proceeding finally into the village.
The smell of freshly cooked bread and linen overwhelmed my senses, the town-people speaking to one another as Bucky and I rode past. Their windows closing and people leaving the streets to hide.
“Why are they hiding..?”
“We are people of the kingdom, which means they probably think we are here to hurt them..”
“Hurt? Oh..”
A wooden home came into view, the house notably bigger than all the others and more aged.
‘That must be where she is..’
Bucky and I got off of our horses, myself immediately walking up to the door as Bucky tied the horses to a post.
I knocked, waited a second, then knocked again, only to be greeted by nothing.
Bucky finally emerged next to me and knocked on the door himself, a bit harder than I had.
Nothing happened.
“Are you sure she lives here, Y/N?”
“The dream told me he-”
The door swung open, An older woman within my vision.
Her hair was blond, golden and her roots a darker shade, her eyes traced over my figure, almost examining my features before she grabbed my arm and pulled me in, Bucky following.
“Hey! Just wait a momen-!”
“You’re Y/N?”
“Yes, and you’re Ya-”
“Sit! Sit! I have much to tell you..”
She ushered me to sit, Bucky sitting next to me, staying quiet.
Yasha took a seat in front of us and smiled, hands a bit shaky as she began to speak.
“My mom spoke so much about you.. how you would come to be.. the village people doubted me but I knew!”
She grasped a box and brought it up from under the table, shoving it into my hands.
“Open it! You were destined to..”
I looked to the withered down wooden box and slowly slid it open, the blade coming into view as I pulled it out and held it up to the light coming from the windows. The rubies were clean and the blade looked like it hadn’t rusted at all.
‘Y/N’
It was incrusted into the hilt, my thumb rubbing over it as I held it.
“Mother knew of your coming.. of your true purpose.. she told stories of how powerful you’d be that I honestly thought of you as a sister..”
Bucky leaned a bit forward, stance serious.
“Y/N came here to ask questions, and I am curious as to why you are still.. you know.. decently young?”
Yasha smirked playfully, setting her hands into her lap.
“Well.. I’ll tell you..”
“To bed, my child.. tomorrow, you will awake with new found power.”
Athelesia moved the stray hair from Yasha’s head, caressing her head before leaning down and placing a kiss to her forehead.
Her lips glowed and a transfer of energy flowed between the two, and Athelesia pulled away, ruffling Yasha’s hair.
“Mama..?”
“Hm?”
“When will I meet, Y/N?”
Athelesia smiled, getting up front her bed and folding her arms.
“Well, she will come to you.. with many, many questions. And, you will answer her. You will be.. a messenger between her and I.”
“A messenger?”
“Yes.. You will help her reach her potential.”
“But.. don’t you have to pass away in order for her to have the power?”
“Yes.. but..”
She leaned down and bopped her nose, making the little girl giggle happily.
“I will live within her, so I will always be with you..”
“My mom somehow.. gave me a bit of her power of youthfulness, to where I would age slowly..”
Mouth agape, Y/N reached a hand out and grabbed Yasha’s hand, rubbing it in comfort.
“I’m.. so sorry.. about your mom.”
“She may be gone but she lives within you..”
Unexpectedly, She slid her hand up and pushed her thumb into my temple, her eyes suddenly a brilliant golden color, glowing.
“Feel her.”
And then, it all went black.
I gasped loudly, grabbing my chest to heave in air.
It had felt like I had all the air taken from my lungs, but when I looked around, panic entered me once again.
I was floating over a pool of clear water, the clouds reflecting in the water.
“You certainly are a curious one, aren’t you?”
I felt my body turn so I faced the sky and yet all I saw was clouds, and the blue, the blue.
“My daughter sent you to me.. she is clever. However, I cannot talk long. The only way I can let you see is by putting you in my shoes.”
My body turned to face the water once again, but it wasn’t my face, it.. was hers.
“You will come back to your body once you have seen all. Once you have known all. Understand?”
I nodded, even with the fear coursing through my veins I understood that this was vital.
And, seemingly after my consent, my body was thrusted into the water.
-
A ring rang out in the village as everyone gathered around a podium, Athelesia coming out of her home also to see what was going on.
A knight had a woman on her knees in front of everyone, while two other knights handing stones to the crowd.
“What the hell is going on?”
“The woman apparently slept with the king and wanted to use him for money, what a monster..”
Athelesia watched the woman shake and sob under the knights touch, face contorted in pain, not physically but emotionally.
“No.”
“Hm?”
“No, that can’t be right.”
The whole crowd turned to her as Athelesia ran up to the knight and pushed him as hard as she could, sending him to the ground with a loud thud.
“Get up! I said get up!”
Athelesia helped the woman onto her feet as the knight ran to apprehend her.
A small boy ran for the woman, running straight into her arms, tears on his face also.
“THAT WOMAN HAD A SON! A LIFE! AND YET THE KINGDOM BELIEVES SHE SHOULD BE KILLED FOR PROVIDING FOR HER SON!” Athelesia began to yell.
“Shut up, woman!”
“YOU ALL LIVE IN POVERTY! IF YOU WERE IN HER SHOES, YOU WOULD DO ANYTHING TO GET YOUR HANDS ON GOLD!”
“Shut up!”
“IF ANY OF THE FOUR KINGDOMS CARED FOR ANY OF US, THEY WOULD PROVIDE FOR US INSTEAD OF TEXING US! THAT ISN’T FAIR TO US!”
The head knight used the hilt of his blade to knock her unconscious.
-
“If we start a movement, one to reach all the kingdoms, we could finally provide for those who have had nothing! Who have come from nothing!”
The crowd cheered at her words, pumping fists in glory.
“The only thing the kings care about is their money and seeing unnecessary blood shed!”
Yells began to erupt, she turned to be met with the blade of a knights sword, and her world went black.
-
Dead.
She was an angel and yet she was not accepted as a bright being, only one that has one purpose, to be a warrior. And, yet, somehow, she did something worse than any sin. She killed one of her own.
They were practicing sparring and she had went a little too far and had killed a fellow angel. And, now she was to be judged.
“You are fierce, argumentative, and skilled with a blade. Yet, you killed an angel, and you plagued your good soul with evil. You are to return to Earth as your punishment.”
Her eyes widened, “What?! No! I can’t go back! I find paradise in death and yet you make me return to life?!”
“The decision is final.”
And, with a slam of a hand, she was sent back to her own body, sent back to the pain of living in a poisoned world.
She awoke in her body, a scar of a cut across her forehead and a new objective.
To Cleanse The Kingdom Of The Toxic Royalty.
-
“You are to leave the kingdom. After coming back alive you make serious threats..”
“What?!”
“You threaten my power and threaten me and yet you question why I ask you to leave?”
“You have pillaged and stole from so many innocent people! You continue to do this and you will not be a king for long. A kingdom is not a place or a leader, it is a people and none of us need you!”
“Take her out! NOW!”
Athelesia yanked herself from the guards grasp, raising a middle finger towards the royalty, the man scoffing as the woman was dragged through the doors.
-
“Not welcome as an angel above nor on Earth below, you really are a lowlife..”
The drunken men beside the bar yelled their thoughts toward the woman, as she walked in her dirtied, old clothes.
She gaze raised up toward then men that were in a group and she smiled.
“Best you run, boys, before I retaliate..”
“What could you do, Princess? Call us names or slap us? Real tough..”
She raised her hand up, her hand glowing as the men’s eyes widened.
“LEAVE ME ALONE!”
The men ran, dropping their glasses of mead.
-
“You want to adopt her..? She is not as smart or as good looking as the others. Perhaps you’d like-”
“I want to adopt her, no matter your stupid opinions.”
“She’s five hundred gold, guess you lucked out with how cheap she is.”
Athelesia slammed a bag of gold onto the table, standing up and smiling with venom.
“Thanks, but maybe before you run an adoption agency, perhaps you should treat the kids better. Just a little advice.”
She exited the office, huffing and turning the corner only to see Yasha crying into her hands, having inferred that she had heard what the man said.
“My child..”
The small girl looked up at the woman, instantly comforted by her gaze and presence, and she sniffled, wiping her eyes with her over-sized sweater.
“You are no longer bound to this poisoning household, you are my daughter, my child, and my person.”
“Person?”
“Someone I know will have my back, through it all.”
“Okay.. Mama..”
Athelesia smiled and reached her larger hand out, “Come on.. It’s time we go home..”
Yasha fit her small hand into Athelesia’s and giggled.
“Home! I like the sound of that!”
-
“You may be a servant girl, born of servant parents, but you have a higher purpose as my predecessor.. You are the only hope of the kingdoms finding peace. You must slay the kings and establish new order. With my power, you will be able to achieve it.”
Athelesia’s hand caressed my cheek, my eyes now open to see her floating above me once again, a smile gracing her features.
“But.. I’m not you. I can’t start a revolution and reach people..”
“Yes.. you can.. the beauty in finding a purpose is figuring it out.”
Tears rolled down my cheek, her thumb wiping them clean from my face.
“Feel this feeling, memorize it, see it, hear it, because in the end, this feeling of no hope will only drive you further.”
She moved the stray hairs from my face and smiled, “Protect those you care for and be strong, I believe in you..”
“Wait!”
She shoved her fist into my chest and I felt my soul break into pieces, as my body was surrounded by the clear water and the distorted image of Athelesia smiling down at me as I sunk further, and further down.
“What did you do to her?!”
“I sent her to speak to my mom, from spirit!”
“Well, she’s not waking up!”
Y/N’s eyes slowly opened, light filtering through her eye lashes as she awoke.
“Y/N..!”
Bucky was immediately to her side, checking her for any abnormalities or wounds.
“Are you okay? What did you see? Did she hurt you, because I swear if she did I..!-”
“I’m okay.. Really I am, Bucky..”
His eyes softened, rough textured hand rubbing her arm with care.
Y/N shifted her gaze up to Yasha, smiling a bit and mouthing the words, ‘Thank You.”
-
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“You want me to accompany you to war..?” Yasha folded her arms over her chest, eyes uncertain.
“Yes.. I need to be in contact with Athelesia in case of anything at all and.. you seem to have caused her and I to speak at your own will..”
The girl looked up and Y/N and Bucky, before shaking her head and laughing.
“I mean, why would I just abandon someone who is basically a part of my mom? I’ll.. I’ll come with you.”
Y/N smiled, “Well, come on! You get to ride with me on my horse since we don’t have three.”
Bucky turned his gaze to Y/N and in his mind, he knew this was only the start of an adventure, an adventure that he would seek with Y/N, because in the end, he would go to the ends of the Earth to see her succeed, to see her happy.
