does sophie manage to make Lucy have her memory back before gregory and the others’ arrival? could we see the moment lucy and gregory meet each other again?😍
ps. i love this au so much, and all your ideas🫶🏼
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I think, a little like the show, Lucy has pieced some things together but not all. She knows she has a family and after picking up the violin she starts getting more memories of Umbrella family time. But such advances also come with nightmares where she sees her siblings' lifeless bodies in a dilapidated city.
So, she would recognise the rest of the siblings just as Vanya did in S2.
But she remembers nothing about the apocalypse, nor the Bridgertons. But in her dreams, there is a boy with windswept brown hair and kind blue eyes who takes hold of her hand or pulls her into an embrace that makes her feel safe. Dreams where they sit over cups of tea and laugh together in strange clothes. Dreams where he holds her in his arms and everything inside her just...harmonises.
But he is just a dream. Her reality is the impending nuptials. The reality is that she needs to save the Ashdown legacy, even if it means sacrificing her chance of true love. Furthermore, who could love her anyway??
This is my reality. She mutters as she gets measured for the dress.
This is my reality. She mutters when she enters the church, squashing down the voice inside her that is screaming for her to stop.
This is my reality. She mutters when she faces Basil and he smiles like a friend and she uses all her willpower not to look at Sophie's sad eyes.
This is my reality. She mutters just as she is about to say her vows--
The doors boom upon opening.
"Stop this wedding!"
And Lucy's whole world stops.
For there, walking up the aisle, is the man of her dreams. With the floppy brown hair, and blue eyes that seem to call her towards him, full of safety...and love. So much so, that she steps down from the altar--
"What is the meaning of this!" Lord Haselby calls. But the man only has eyes for Lucy. He steps forward eyes wide but without guile--the antithesis of all the men Lucy has seen in the past years.
"You cannot marry him Lucy, because I have spent the last week hopping through time and space just to be here to say that I love you.” His eyes are shining and it pierces Lucy’s heart. “I love you—an extraordinary woman who has a heart of gold and does everything to ensure she does right by the ones she loves. A woman who has been extraordinary since I entered that coffee shop. For I loved you when you served me coffee, and I loved when you patched up my wounds and I loved you even when you lost control of your powers. So, you cannot go through with this wedding, because I am the man who has loved every extraordinary part of Lucy Abernathy, and I should be the one standing opposite you on that altar."
Lucy is stunned speechless by a man who seems to know her entire heart, who has not shied away from her and is willing to defy everything to pronounce his love shamelessly. She takes another step, something in her heart tugging her forward.
But she meets Lord Haselby's arm.
"This is preposterous! Miss Abernathy does not even know who this man is--do you dear?"
Lucy turns to him then back to the man, mind spiralling. Her heart knows this man, but she just...why can she not...
Gregorivich? Mr Re-Greg-t?
“See,” Lord Haselby cries, “the poor girl has no idea who this man is. Shame on you,”
Lucy watches the light in the man’s eyes start to drain and he looks as if he has been cut in the stomach with a blade—
Gregory. Gregory Bridgerton.
A boy winking at her as she handed him coffee.
A boy grinning at her with his arm slung around her shoulder, I always knew you were special, Lucy Abernathy.
And a boy standing opposite her in a crater of debris, arms out; the first one to give her a choice, the first one to trust her, to accept all of her.
“Gregory?” she whispers, trying to step forward, but Lord Haselby is too loud.
“How dare you come in here and try to trick this poor, defenceless, woman! Guards—take him away.”
“No!” Lucy cries as guards encircle Greogry. “Wait!” she calls, but is pulled back by Lord Haselby.
“You will not ruin this little girl, not now,” Lord Haselby hisses. Lucy looks into his eyes and shivers—for they are the antithesis of Greogry’s.
Meanwhile, Gregory is fighting against guards, calling for her. In the congregation Lord Bridgerton rises, as does a red-headed adopted daughter of a Baron.
“Lucy, wait! Lucy, wait, you know me—I’m Gregory! It’s me, Gregory!”
The noise rises, Lucy can hear Sophie arguing to get past Lord Haselby, the congregation is in uproar. And all the strings she has kept tightly wound within her seem to be snapping as her memories start jumbling together.
From the doors two commoner men rush in and try to aid Gregory—and she recognises one of them as her brother Gareth. They push aside the guards, allowing Gregory to break free and lurch forward,
“Lucy!”
Something in her heart, in her soul causes her to run forward, reach out until their fingertips brush—
Sensation floods through Lucy, even as she and Gregory are pulled apart, as if a violin stroke reverbs through her body. Then come the unfurling of memories.
Bubbling, bursting rage, an inferno flooding through her.
Clutching Sophie, Kate and Simon in tentacles of light, regardless of the cries of despair from the Bridgertons.
Debris of a city and the mangled bodies of her siblings, scattered around her.
The world starts to sing, energy rippling off her just as it did back then. She cannot, she cannot—
Lucy runs.
*~*~*~*~*~*
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Give Me Another Chance
Summary: The five times Y/n asks Wanda to give her another chance and the one time Wanda says yes.
Warnings: Angst, No Happy Ending, Dying, No Part Two?
A/n: Was heavily inspired to write this angst after reading Marry Me by @just-aake Theirs had a happy ending to it so I highly suggest reading their lovely work.
Word Count: 1.6k
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“Give me another chance, Wanda,” Y/n pleaded as the two walked through the compound late for their meeting. It was 8:30 am. The group was instructed to arrive for the mission briefing at 8:15 am. Wanda barely had time to brush her teeth before she ran out of her room and immediately bumped into the last person she wanted to speak to, her ex.
“Shut it, Y/n.” Y/n sighed as she kept her mouth shut. The headache coming from drinking too much poured into her head like a tsunami. “I blame you if we get the short end of this mission.” Before Y/n could respond, the two finally arrived at the conference room.
“You’re late.” Steve deadpanned. “We-”
“No excuses Y/n, you and Wanda are on backup duty. Stay in the quinjet until asked.” Wanda groveled silently as she was handed the mission file by Natasha. Y/n stood behind Bucky and peered over his notes.
“This was going to be a long day,” Y/n thought.
“Give me another chance, Wanda,” Y/n begged through the phone. She was walking through the bustling streets of downtown New York to find Wanda. The girl had mysteriously gone out for the night and decided to tell no one about her location. This was nothing new to the team, even Natasha knew it was something that Wanda did to feel better about herself after their breakup.
But tonight felt different to Y/n. It was already past midnight and Wanda hadn’t come back home. Y/n called again only for the phone to go straight to voicemail for the 10th time tonight. “Watch where you’re going asshole!”
“Sorry,” Y/n mouthed as she walked away. Realistically, Y/n knew that Wanda could handle herself even if she was impaired, her magic subconsciously protected her in situations like this. But the worry that pitted her stomach told her otherwise.
“Where could you be?” Y/n thought out loud. Looking around the surrounding buildings, Y/n’s eyes settled on the Chrysler building. Like a light bulb, a switch flipped in her head. Running to the nearest empty alleyway, Y/n called for her suit and flew to the top of the building.
In all her glory there was Wanda lying on the edge of the Chrysler building. Her cheeks were flushed as she held the near empty bottle on her stomach. The remainder of the six-pack lay waste on the floor. Wanda didn’t know how much time had passed since she started drinking. The near numbness in her lips indicated that it had been a while.
Y/n landed with a soft thud, not wanting to scare Wanda off. She checked her watch and it was already 2:00 am, a new record for Wanda. Leaving her suit behind, Y/n walked slowly to Wanda. Once she was within arm's reach, Y/n securely held her by the waist.
“What are you doing here?” Wanda didn’t have to turn her head to know who it was. The feeling of sensing Y/n was something she used to enjoy. Now it was just a constant reminder of their failed relationship.
“I’m here to take you home. It’s late Wanda.” Wanda sighed as she let Y/n gently grab the bottle from her hand. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
“You’re drunk Wanda.”
“And you’re the asshole that left me.” Y/n ignored the insult thrown her way and picked Wanda up bridal style. “You’re gonna get hypothermia if you stay out here.” Y/n looked down at Wanda when she didn’t respond back. The brunette was already deep asleep as she nuzzled her head into Y/n’s chest.
When Wanda woke up the next day, she refused to ask who took her home. Not when her thoughts already lingered about Y/n.
“Give me another chance, Wanda,” Y/n whispered as she held Wanda’s hand. The brunette was dressed in an all-black skin-tight dress with high heels. She even put make-up on to feel better for the occasion.
“You don’t deserve me.” Wanda walked away from Y/n and to the open elevator. Their eyes met again as the doors closed. Once she was fully out of sight, Wanda let a tear fall. “Why must you make it so hard for me to move on?”
“Give me another chance-”
“Are you serious right now?” Wanda was in disbelief. “You. Fucked. Up.” She poked at Y/n’s chest. “Not me. And now you want me to seriously give you another chance?
“I understand that I fucked up-”
“No! You don’t! You broke up with me and left me to sort things out by myself. And cowardly enough, you went on a mission just to avoid talking to me.”
“Let me explain-”
“Explain? What is there to explain? I’ve begged and begged so many times before for you to tell me the truth. Each time you would shut me out and disappear. You never had the decency to tell me anything. But now when it’s convenient for you, I suddenly am the bad guy for not hearing you out. “
Wanda shoved Y/n out of her room. “All you did was make me wonder why I ever deserved that type of treatment when all I ever did was love you.”
“I’m sorry I keep messing things up,” Y/n groaned. The bruises on her chest made it hard to breathe or maybe it was the blood she could taste in her mouth. Regardless, everything hurts. “I wasn’t really thinking when I broke up with you back then.”
Wanda ignored the burning feeling in her chest as she continued to rip apart the indestructible chair Y/n was cuffed to. “Are you serious right now? Y/n please use your fucking smart brain and help me get you out.”
Wanda concentrated back on her powers to try and rip apart one of the steel cuffs. When the cuff didn’t give, Wanda stopped in frustration. “Why isn’t this working?”
“‘Cause they knew you would be the one to get me.” Wanda furrowed her brows, not understanding who “they” was. “What are you talking about?”
A loud pitch echoed through the chambers as the intercom turned on. “Countdown commences. Ten minutes till detonation.” The large screen behind Wanda flickered as the countdown was displayed in bright red.
“Tony! I need you to locate the bomb. Y/n is stuck in this chair and I can’t get her out of it.” Wanda looked around the room once more but the lack of controls and buttons made it feel useless.
Wanda hurried back to Y/n at the sound of her coughing up more blood. “What did they do to you dekta?” Y/n tried her best to grin, not wanting to show Wanda how much pain she was in.
“You’ve done worse to me in training,” Y/n joked but none of it sat right with Wanda’s conscience. Using her shirt, Wanda wiped part of the blood that came out. She used her free hand to locate the source of the bleeding.
“Wanda,” her green eyes focused on the brown eyes she loved. “I think I’m dying.”
“Shh shh - don’t talk like that dekta.” Wanda located a small tear inside Y/n’s organs and used her magic to pause the bleeding. “We’re gonna get you out of here.”
“I’m sorry for all the times I’ve failed you.”
“What-”
“And I’m sorry for leaving you.”
“Now is not the time-”
“We’re out of time my love.” Y/n glanced to the screen in front of them. Only five minutes left before it detonated.
“Any updates Tony?! We have five minutes left!” Wanda yelled.
“I’m trying my best here. We’re swarmed!”
“Wanda - I need you to listen-”
“No!” Wanda declared. She looked at Y/n with a deadly stare. “Stop acting like that - like this is our last chance.” Wanda refused to believe that the world would be cruel to let the love of her life slip past her. Not when they haven’t sorted everything out. Not when things are still bad.
“I love you,” Y/n whispered with a tired smile. Wanda could feel Y/n’s energy draining by the second. The longer she went without medical attention, the slimmer her chances of survival grew. She gripped on Y/n’s shirt, trying her best to keep her cries at bay.
“Don’t-” Wanda sobbed as tears fell down her face. “This isn’t how I wanted you to confess. I deserve a confession where dying isn’t involved.”
“One minute remaining,” the announcement said. Y/n’s eyes started to droop. Her consciousness was slipping by the second. Wanda cupped Y/n’s cheek and lightly tapped her face.
“Wake up dekta.” Y/n slowly opened her eyes. “Ask me again.”
“What?”
“Tell me you want me back.” Wanda pressed her forehead against Y/n’s. “Tell me to give you another chance and I will. I’ll give you all the chances in the world so just ask me.”
“Wanda…will you give me another chance my love?”
0:00
The world slowed down as the bomb deep under the building blew up. Wanda could feel the blast reaching to them as she created a magic barrier that surrounded her and Y/n. And as it continued to explode around them, Wanda leaned in and kissed Y/n hoping that the last thing the dying girl felt was her love.
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