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@grcr you are so welcome! 💜💜
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@grcr Thank you! 💜
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When a character does die. Characters die, there is no doubt about. Sometimes you need a character to die to improve another character’s ark. I’m just saying that death should not be taken lightly or should be a thought that continues to dwell in our minds constantly.
I agree👏
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@rae @keilah-h @mineralizedwritings @ellette-giselle @any-other-marvel-people-here-idk-lollll
Steve and Ryo (an OC…gosh, I need to write a scene with them again😭) ughhh their dynamic is the cutest thing ever😭😭💜
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@ellette-giselle Thank you! 💜 I’m excited for Book 3 too😁
@keilah-h thanks! 💜 And Book 3 is plotted out, but I haven’t officially began writing it yet😊@ellette @keilah @koshka @rae @esther-c @elishavet-pidyon @grcr @anyone-else
Leon/Riker Aesthetic for 3rd book👀💜😭
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anyone want a random possible scene from the 3rd book? 👀
Ngl, y’all, I think this brotherly dynamic is going to be the best part of Book 3😆💜💜 It’s just so freaking adorable and sweet and just AGHHH I love my bois😭😭
ANYWHOOOOOOOOOOO
SCENE!!!!
He had to be around somewhere close. He couldn’t have gotten away so quickly—or could he? Leon brushed back a loose curl, stepped around a corner of the house, turned his head, and paused.
Ah. There he was.
Leon crossed the grass and went around the barn so he’d come in the opposite direction of where Riker sat, ensuring that Riker would hopefully see him before Leon got too close. He stepped into the barn, Riker’s gaze already on him. “Found you.”
Riker pulled his knees closer to his chest, burying his face in his risen knees. “Go back to the house.”
“Sorry, no can do,” Leon shook his head, stepped forward, and sank down the length of the wall beside Riker, “you can’t get rid of me that easily.”
Riker lifted his head, sighed, faced Leon, and offered a wry smile. “Too bad.”
“I’ll be a thorn in your side for this side of eternity.”
“Not on the other side?”
Leon grinned. “I’m not so sure God will let me cause trouble for you in Heaven.”
Riker laughed. He slowly lowered his knees and raised his eyebrows at Leon. “Did Iris ask you to come find me?”
“She asked me to talk to you…but yes. I would’ve come to find you regardless though.”
Riker sighed. He reached up to brush back a loose lock of brown hair and worried his bottom lip, two things that almost seemed to be a natural habit for him. He lifted his knees back up to his chest, crossed his arms, and rested his arms on his knees.
Leon raised an eyebrow. “So…why are you out here in the barn alone?”
“I’m sure you could ask almost anyone else.”
“I’m sure I could…”
“A thorn in my side, huh?”
“Avoiding the question will get you nowhere.” Leon replied, adjusting his position on the floor.
Riker glanced away and released a deep breath. “…I yelled at Lily.”
Leon slowly nodded.
Riker didn’t yell—he was unsure if he’d ever seen anyone that yelled less than Riker.
“She snuck up behind me when I was in the barn earlier, and…and I got angry with her. I yelled, and I…I hurt her.”
“Did you apologize?”
“Yes, but—”
“Then you already made up for it. You realized that you messed up, apologized, asked for forgiveness, and it’s over.”
“It’s not that simple, Leon.”
Leon raised an eyebrow. “Then what else is wrong? Care to explain?”
Riker’s eyes widened. He quickly shook his head. “No. Nothing for you to worry about.”
“Sounds like there’s a lot more than just yelling at Lily going on. Are you worried that you’re becoming your father?”
Riker groaned. “I shouldn’t have told you about that.”
“You’re not him, Riker. You love your wife and kids more than I think almost anyone understands. You’re lucky to have them, and they’re lucky to have you, and if you don’t see that, then you must be blind.”
“I mess up all the time.”
“Everyone does. I have no idea what I’m doing raising three kids. You’re gonna mess up, you’re gonna have to apologize, you’re gonna fall short…but I think we have to cherish those moments too. Trust me…life doesn’t last forever.”
Riker’s blue gaze met Leon’s brown, sparked with a quick, fragile flash of…shame? Guilt?
“So maybe you should stop ignoring your problems,” Leon rose to his feet, smiled, “and start seeing the good in yourself that everyone except you can see.”
“Maybe I’m not the only one that ignores his problems.” Riker countered.
Leon was doing just fine—he was.
Footsteps sounded, and Elias stepped into the barn with a wide smile. “Mrs. Schind says that dinner is almost ready—are you coming?”
Leon smiled and tousled Elias’ blonde locks. “We’ll be there in a minute, buddy. Go get ready for dinner.”
Elias nodded, gave Leon a quick hug, and took off back onto the grass and up towards the house.
Leon stepped towards Riker and offered a hand. “That’s our cue to go.”
Riker gripped his forearm, stood, and furrowed his eyebrows. “Funny how I can’t ignore you, but you can ignore me.”
Leon shrugged. “I’m hard to ignore.”
Riker smiled sadly. “I’m sure it’s just as hard to ignore your grief.”
He lightly socked Riker’s left arm. “They’re waiting for us: we’d better not keep everyone waiting.”
He stepped out of the barn and out onto the grass, heading back for the house.
Riker was just…well, he was just being Riker, trying to help even though Leon needed none.
Leon was fine.
Life was good. He had a good house. He had wonderful kids…his gifts, the lights in his world.
He wasn’t ignoring problems.
He wasn’t ignoring grief.
He was just living life to the fullest with his kids…he was.
Leon continued through the grass, back up to the house where everyone awaited.
But such thoughts failed to stop the burn of the tears that filled his eyes.
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Riker Aesthetic for the 3rd book👀
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and Bucky aesthetic (for fun)
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@ellette-giselle @theducktator @rae @keilah-h Thanks y’all! 😁
@keilah
like in Freedom’s Fire you see him as mostly heartless and cruel, but in all the other books he is more humanized–he has a brother, he has a family, he has reasons for why he did what he did. Not that they were good reasons, mind you, but it means that it upsets you that he went down the path of evil, because he was just like any other broken character and he could’ve found redemption if he sought it out.
yes, exactly 😭
idk about misunderstood either😅 understandable, maybe, and tragic, but idk about misunderstood tbh😬
i mean, he killed Fin, ok?? and his connection to Fin makes it even worse, but that’s a spoiler for another book, so we’ll just leave it at that.#BeardedSteveRogersIsSuperior
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Anyone want to see a Hans aesthetic? 👀
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Chapter 5! (and Pinterest Link👀)
Chapter 5
“Rogers Hood did not fall for the trap, your Majesty, I fear.”
Setting down his golden goblet with a thud, King Thor Odinson peered deeply at Pierce, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Rogers Hood’s crimes are punishable only by death, Lord Pierce. His reign of terror must be ended.”
“Indeed, your Majesty. Rogers Hood shall be put to an end, and swiftly so.” Pierce replied.
Bucky slowly poured wine into a silver cup for the King’s brother Loki, casting a quick glance at the adorned table nobility sat around, discussing the latest trap they had laid for Steve.
Thank everything Steve was intelligent and far from foolish—most of the time.
“Why is there so desperate a need for a trap? Are we not strong enough and willing enough to take Rogers Hood down without a trap?”
Bucky cast a quick glance at the dark-skinned man suddenly at his side, an officer in the King’s cavalry who often accompanied Thor to meetings such as the one Bucky found himself attending to. He seemed not a cruel man, seemed to disdain the enslavement and even just suffering of others, and a man who worked mostly only to provide for his widowed sister and her two young sons, but ‘twas still uncertain where his loyalties truly laid.
“Rogers Hood is cunning, Sam.”
Sam, Samuel Wilson as he was named by most, leaned back against the wall, crossed his arms, and sighed. “The more traps we lay, the more time we waste. Rogers Hood must be stopped.”
And ‘twas such sentiments that made Bucky quite unsure where Sam Wilson’s loyalties laid.
Bucky stepped away to provide Prince Loki with his refilled cup and swiftly returned as Lord Thaddeus Ross requested for his own cup to be refilled. Bucky opened another cask of wine and raised an eyebrow in Sam’s general direction. “Rogers Hood has evaded trap after trap and attack after attack. ‘Twas never easy to catch him and will never be so.”
“His treason cannot last forever.”
“Treason? Is not the constant attack upon—?”
“Buchanan.” Pierce’s quiet, commanding voice: Bucky knew better than to disobey his call.
Bucky quickly set the refilled cup before Ross and strode to Pierce’s side, bowing low at the waist. “Yes, my Lord?”
Pierce reached beneath the table, glanced around at the group of nobility, and slowly laid a letter in Bucky’s hands. “Rumlow is not available: take this to Admiral Zemo at the port. It is quite urgent, Buchanan, and a necessity that this is delivered tonight. Do not dare to fail me. I need not remind you that I do not tire of ordering Rumlow to deliver strokes of the lash.”
“Nay, my Lord, I shall not fail you.”
“Good,” Pierce discreetly waved a hand, “now leave me. Return promptly.”
He quietly slipped past Sam and out a back door of the castle, letter in hand.
What dealings did Lord Pierce have with Admiral Helmut Zemo? Did not Zemo only listen to the King? And what needs could be so urgent? Nay, it could not…could it be?
Bucky snuck into a secluded, dark corner.
He cast several glances around the area before him, around the corners, and slowly pulled apart the seal, knowing full well how to reseal such a seal to where Pierce would quite never know that his letter had been trifled with.
He slowly pulled the letter from the envelope.
Pierce requested help…help in stopping the “infamous Rogers Hood”, help in “regaining what is mine”…indeed, Pierce spoke as if who he was writing was a familiar friend.
Was it his thug?
It could not be. Or could it?
Nay, he never left a name, but—Bucky swallowed the bile that had arisen in his throat.
‘I know my last letter must have found you well, and that you are on your way. I owe you much, Captain Marie Cutthroat, for both the slaves you have caught for me and the ones you’ve caught for those I have sold them to, and for what I know you will soon do: Rogers Hood is quite valuable, and I have a handsome reward for a Captain as fair as yourself the moment you bring me back what is rightfully mine.’
Steve belonged to no one, least of all Lord Pierce.
Steve was strong, courageous, kind, generous, and cunning. He loved the oppressed and despised the oppressors, and though his sense of morality had been lost, even if only slightly, he still remained a man who wished to help those who could not help themselves.
He had a knack for ensuring that everyone felt loved and cared for, a knack for ensuring that no one went through life alone.
And Pierce wanted to strip away everything he had.
Pierce wished to strip Steve of his freedom, of his dignity, and keep him wrapped in chains. He didn’t want to lose his wealth nor have his illegal business dealings put to an end and craved what every evil man craved: power.
Pierce wanted Steve because Steve stood in his way.
Pierce wanted Steve because Steve was strong.
Pierce wanted Steve because Steve could put an end to his crimes.
Pierce wanted Steve because he wanted to bring Steve to his knees.
Pierce wanted Steve because he wanted Steve to break.
And Bucky couldn’t allow that to happen.
But what was he supposed to do?
Pierce would know if the letter never made it to Captain Cutthroat, whoever she was. Pierce would know if his delivery was never delivered. He would find out—he always did.
But he had to do something.
Bucky slipped the letter into his coat and brushed his sweaty palms across his trousers.
He couldn’t just stand by—not anymore, and never again.
But he needed help, and quickly.
~***~
Some deemed the forest eerie—as if it held some kind of darkness within.
Darkness did yet still exist, as did evil, and forces of evil.
But nay, the forest itself was no evil place.
She ran gloved fingers across rough wood, aching to touch, aching to caress. For what did she have left to caress? What did she have left to cherish?
Forget the friend she knew still lived—he would not love her.
Nay, he could not.
None could. Not after what she had done.
Not after the spilled blood that would forevermore stain her fingers.
Leaves crunched.
Branches snapped.
The footsteps were too quiet to be a bear, too loud to be a squirrel.
They were human, undeniably.
She pulled out her bow and grabbed an arrow. She pulled the arrow back, tightening the rope, and slipped partially behind a tree.
They were not even the footsteps of one of the Woodland Rangers who often frequented the area. Nay, the footsteps weren’t very familiar. Vaguely, but not entirely.
Footsteps neared ever closer, and she stepped aside once more.
There. A shadowed figure approached.
She stepped out into the light and pointed the arrow at the figure. “Who goes there? Speak, and speak quickly or else face a swift end.”
“…Natasha?”
“James?”
James—or Bucky as he preferred to be called—stepped slightly into the scant sunlight, hands up, brown locks disheveled, his blue eyes boring into hers. Nay, she could not end his life. Not after what he’d done for her and Yelena.
Nor did she wish for more innocent blood to taint her further.
If she even could be tainted more than she already was.
Natasha placed her arrow back in its quiver and settled her bow on her back. She pushed back her black hood and brushed back her blonde hair with her hands. She raised her eyebrows. “Why are you here, James? I won’t harm you. Has Pierce-?”
“I am not free, but I have a message for the Woodland Rangers, and I have heard rumors that you possibly remained in these woods.”
“You risked the possibility of feeling the sting of the lash on a rumor?”
“I may yet still get caught.”
“I have no connection to the Woodland Rangers, James.” Natasha replied simply, stepping aside further into the sunlight that slipped through gaps in the canopy above.
“Perhaps not, but you know where they live. I have to tell you this message, but I have to deliver the letter or else risk everyone’s safety,” James frowned, “and I can’t risk Steve—Rogers Hood—trying to get me to stay…there are still things I must learn from Pierce.”
“You’re spying on Lord Pierce, James?”
“I already was when you and Yelena arrived…now I’m finally close to learning everything.”
The evil within a man like Lord Alexander Pierce seemed to be an evil that tried to put an end to all that was right around it: an evil that tried so hard to overcome and destroy all that was good in the world.
She had no connection to the Woodland Rangers—nay, she didn’t even know almost any of them well except for one, but if whatever message James needed to share was so urgent, who was she to refuse?
Natasha slowly nodded. “I will deliver the message.”
✨and the Pinterest board for this AU✨
(just delete the space after the h)
h ttps://www.pinterest.com/author_katelyn_douglas/1600s-fic/
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idk where exactly, but in the US 🤷🏻♀️
he, his family, Leon’s family, etc. now all live in the Southern half of the USA now tho.
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and I’d love to see art from you @rae !!!!
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