Eliot

Albus Dumbledore. A man well-known for his great power and wisdom. He is a very experienced wizard and a former headmaster of Hogwarts that will always be remembered.

It has suddenly just occurred to me just how ‘great’ he is. According to J.K. Rowling, Albus is confirmed to be gay and he indeed has feelings towards his childhood companion, Gellert Grindelwald. From the novels, it can be seen that the duo became obsessed with the Deathly Hallows which ended up with a duel consisting of Albus, Gellert and Aberforth.

Due to this, a curse accidentally hits Ariana Dumbledore, killing her in the process. This caused the end of the friendship between Albus and Gellert. Albus was now not only burdened by the guilt of possibly killing his own sister but also the departure of his dear friend and crush altogether. In addition to this, Albus was seen to be procrastinating, attempting to postpone the thought of dueling with Gellert Grindelwald.

I can almost see the thoughts that could be running through his mind. Memories of Gellert, his childhood crush, running through his mind as he prayed for all of this to just be a cruel joke. It is almost impossible to imagine the guilt that Albus must have experienced when he finally face-to-face with Gellert, the pain that he must endure the rest of his life for the greater good of the Wizarding World as he took down the man that he once loved dearly.

Bucky x Reader

Warning: Nothing? Just a bit of fuff.

A/N: It’s my first time writing a fanfiction ever so I apologize for any grammar mistakes and such as I’m not that good but I just wanted to try out writing for a change. :D

*sigh* It was a little late from my end of the world but here it is! Happy New Year everyone! I hope you all have a great year ahead!

(F/M/C) - Favorite Marvel Character

(F/B) - Favorite Beverage

It was New Year’s Eve and Tony decided to throw a giant End of Year party, inviting a large number of ‘heroes’ and acquaintances to the point where the Avengers Tower was packed with people. To your surprise, he even went out of his way to invite the X-Men, who gladly accepted.

When the party started, you could be seen mingling with Steve and (F/M/C), a glass of (F/B) in your hand. You wore a black skin-tight dress, which Natasha insisted you wear, glittered in the light and left nothing to the imagination. It was way too short for your preference but you decided flung it with a matching pair of lace-up heels.

Just when you were about to beat Steve’s patriotic ass, you found yourself being dragged away by Wanda and Natasha who lead you to the already crowded dance floor which was ablaze with colors from the numerous strobe lights that hung from the ceiling. Within moments were moving with the music, swinging your hips to the beat when Natasha’s hands gripped on your hips and you locked hands around Wanda’s neck, giggling.

Some time has passed before Steve appeared beside the three of you, calling Natasha to tend to the bar and Wanda excused herself to search for Vision. This was when you realized that you head was pounding and proceeded to squeeze your way through the cramped area towards the elevator. With one final push against the new arrival of party-goers, you entered the brightly lit elevator.

“Jarvis, please bring me to the rooftop.”

“Of course Miss (Y/N).”

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That was where you bumped into Bucky.

He was lounging on one of the outdoor chairs that Tony managed to set up, gazing at the stars right before you caught his attention. Your heart skipped when his gaze caught yours. He was dressed stunningly for the occasion, thanks to Steve who ensured he showed up in a suit. What Bucky has chosen to wear was a black dress shirt accompanied by a navy blue suit, while he tied his hair up in a neat man-bun.

He signaled you over, patting the seat of a chair on his left with is metal hand while the other held a glass of whiskey. You couldn’t help but smile as you sat down, taking in the view of the city. In the distance you could see the Rockefeller Center, where one of the largest Christmas trees stood, still decorated with numerous lights which shone brilliantly against the night sky.

You both sat in silence for a moment before you decided to engage in a conversation,

“What do you wish for next year?” You asked.

“Hmm… I don’t know.” Bucky took a sip from his drink, ice clinking on glass.

“C’mon Buck, there must be something!”

“Why don’t you start then?”

“I wish that next year will be great for all of us. That we can move on from our pasts and have a fresh start,” You sighed, your eyes fixated on the distant dancing lights. Beside you, Bucky hummed in agreement and gulped down what was left of his whiskey,

“Especially you, James.” Bucky couldn’t help but smile at your words.

It was rare for him to smile, but you were one of his reasons to. He would always marvel at your kindness towards him. Right from the moment he arrived in the Avengers Tower, you treated him with such care. You would always stand up against the others when they picked on him and when he wakes up in the wee hours of the night from a nightmare; you would rush into his room with a cup of tea in your hands. Your eyes would furrow at his condition as you handed him the cup, sitting on the edge of his bed and accompanying him until he calmed down, reassuring him that he was safe, that he wasn’t being used anymore.

“Carrying on,” You turned your attention to him, “What’s yours?”

“Well, I guess there are a few things…”

“Let’s hear it then!” You gleamed.

“Firstly, I want to remember more of my past, before HYDRA.” his expression dulled, “My memories are still scattered, merely blotches. Steve’s helping me piece everything together by telling me stories but I just can’t stop feeling like I missed something, something big.”

“Secondly…” Bucky’s voice trailed off. His eyes stared intently at the sky, as if the words he was looking for were, somehow, written there. He didn’t know the appropriate words to bring out his thoughts on the next subject.

“I’ve killed so many people (Y/N). Innocent people who were not supposed die. I saw the fear in their eyes, every one of them. Their screams and cries, pleading for me to spare them. I know that they’ve already cleared the programming but I just don’t know if I can accept that. I don’t know if I can accept myself for every person I have killed. I want to one day, maybe accept myself for these actions.”

In one swift movement, your (E/C) eyes locked on his chocolate ones as your hands rest on either side of his head, Bucky’s face slackened; brow furrowed - eyes darting about in concern as if he were searching for a place to hide.

“James Buchanan Barnes, how many times do I have to tell you that it isn’t your fault? You didn’t have any control over your own actions and if they knew what those damn Russian bastards were doing to you, I think they’d pity you too!” You huffed.

You smiled when you noticed that Bucky’s expression softened, now more relaxed and sure. That was the moment where you finally realized that you were mere inches from Bucky’s face, his hot whiskey breath mingling with yours, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

“Finally,” Bucky looked into your eyes, glazed with desire, “I wish to go out with you.”

Without a thought, you brought your lips to meet his. Bucky’s eyes widened for a moment before he responded strongly. The kiss was passionate and filled with the longing of each other.

“3,”

“2,”

“1!”

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Sparks of vivid colors illuminated the dark sky. Vermillion Red sparks danced overhead, barely out of your reach. An assortment of twinkles whizzed overhead, creating intricate patterns in the night sky. Bucky wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer just as another set of fireworks rocketed into the sky, exploding into miniature figures of all the members of the Avengers with their respective colors. And with each ‘boom’, hope resonated in your heart.