Ящик Пандоры:
a madeleine delacour story.

MADELEINE DELACOUR ALWAYS BELIEVED her name was much too fancy for a woman of ordinary intent. It sounded like a woman she would only see in a old Hollywood film, with perfect blue eyes and a smile that could only lend joy. An interesting, lively soul with gaiety and a sharp sense of humour, someone who hadn't built her entire life on being as normal as she possibly could. But she bore the name anyways, and contented herself with it being a flashy title for someone who was anything but.

Mae, as she was more commonly known as, relied on structure. She liked schedules. Her calendar app was her second best friend (though sometimes she threatened her first with a demotion) and she prided herself on sticking to every time stamp, every deadline, even the minute discrepancies she set on coffee dates and 'casual' get-togethers. She woke up at six every morning, and left work at three-thirty, set on making dinner she would serve by a quarter to six and finishing any work so she could fall asleep by eleven. On Wednesday's, she drove an extra half-hour to meet with her therapist, and every Friday night she called her sister, just to assure her she was still doing perfectly fine.

Everything was as ordinary as she had ever wanted it to be. 

Except, Mae's dreams were volatile and terrifying, filled with flashes of a life she never remembered living, like memories unwittingly given to her by someone else. And her roommate stopped meeting her eye some nights after work, and her phone calls with 'co-workers' were half done in a language Mae didn't even know was still used. And while Mae knew that there was nothing ever really there, she couldn't help but worry that someone could be watching her, hiding in what looked like moving shadows from the corner of her eye. Her sister chalked it up to insomnia-caused paranoia and her therapist kept insisting that her new batch of medication would make it all go away, but still...

Maybe everything was not as normal as poor Madeleine Delacour would like the world to think.

...

I KNOW IT'S TRUE,
visions are seldom as they seem.

alternatively named Λήθη |  забвение.
post ca: winter soldier.

YET I KNOW YOU,
i walked with you once upon a dream...

I do not own the rights to Bucky Barnes and his stories within the Marvel Cinematic Universe or in his original comic series'. The rights to those as well as any other comic/cinematic references made in these books go to Stan Lee, Steve Ditko, and everyone else involved with the characters.  

However, I do own this plot, all original characters, and all writings done in this book unless otherwise stated. I'd appreciate very, very much if you respected this and looked at this story as something to appreciate, NOT to steal and claim as your own. I'm a tired, bitter old(ish) lady who doesn't have much, and these little books mean a great deal to me. So if I can anyone stealing a word of this book, I'll be filing a complaint with my lawyer (aka, throwing hands & being incredibly passive-aggressive -- and I'd fear that, my skills with the written word in terms of malicious intent are not to be reckoned with).

Some characters might have opinions that you don't agree with and which may upset you. Please realise now that a, they have many reasons why they do what they do, and b, that does not mean I necessarily agree with them. This is purely (probably) fiction, it's not real. Your fave fictional character can still be your fave and this is not a book meant to attack anyone unless explicitly stated. So don't get pissed off at me if you don't like something a character does.

This book (previously called Mae, those who were around pre-2019 probably remember it) is like the worst thing I ever did. In so many ways. It had SO much potential and I wasted it (like my uni education, lol). I didn't plan any of it, I went with the most half-assed storylines, every character was bent out of shape and it took me two years to finish its disastrous first draft. But, it had potential, and since returning to Wattpad all I've wanted is to revisit and rewrite it. So, here we are! A lot more planned out, a lot more greek mythology, and a lot more than just 'here's another bucky fic that's sort of like the most common tropes in other bucky fics amalgamated into one boring, confusing, half-assed and kind of poorly written fic'. Which is no hate to people who've written a fic for him; that's a dig at me. 1000%.

For those who read this before, I have changed the face claim for Theona Chavez. She was originally linked with Naya Rivera, but because of recent tragic circumstances, I don't want to attach her name to this. It feels disrespectful, and I'd rather honour her name and her accomplishments for what they are, not link them to a silly fanfiction. Just making that disclaimer here, in case this book has any mention of her or description I didn't take out.

Lastly, all the chapters in this are going to have titles related to Greek Mythology in some way or another. There'll be an explanation listed in the author's note at the end of each chapter, so please read those to understand the title reference! Each one relates to the book in some way or another and while it's not like, super important to read them all, I hope it'll be at least interesting, too!

That's all, folks. Thanks for clicking on this story; I hope you enjoy!

PREV. WRITTEN: 11/o7/17 to o1/31/19.
RESTARTED: 3/27/21.
COMPLETED: tba.
WORD COUNT: tba.