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starkerisendgame · 4 years

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ABO Secret Santa

Happy holidays to @sthefystarkersworld! I hope that you enjoy this fic and that your holiday is filled with lots of joy and love! ❤️ Also, I registered for the event over on @starkeristheendgame but had trouble saving works on my laptop on that account, so I’ve had to upload it on this one. Sorry for any confusion! This fic contains SIM!Tony and Slave!Gift!Peter and is set in a pseudo historical-fantasy period. @starker-abo-event

TW: Daddy kink | BDSM Dynamic | Slight violence (slapping, rough handling) | Evil!Tony

He was not called a King. No, he was better than that. More powerful. Lesser men strived to be Kings, High Kings and The King of All Kings. To him, they were meaningless titles. Surpassed long ago, no better than a servant to what he was.

No. Anthony Edward Stark was superior. He was The Superior. Born on the twenty-seventh day of the 100th Long Night, he was a God amongst men. A creature above even the most powerful of mortals. He became a deity, a point of worship and fear. People travelled from all six Realms, all the Lands and shit-hut villages between them to kneel in his presence, to beg for his favour.

He had been born to the Starks, the wealthiest and oldest of bloods. Born with eyes like Solstice Moon and the ability to warp metal with his touch, later his mind. He had surpassed the legacy of his namesake, had rid himself of his birthgivers to rise, like a Phoenix out of their ashes and into a new era.

His era.

On his name day, it was no different. Wagons and carriages and whole ships of gifts travelled to the Iron Gates, Kings and Queens, Lords and Ladies, even commoners adoring him with riches and trash alike, offerings to an alter. Most of it bored him; precious stones and gold, precious brooks and old scriptures. Marble carvings. Gold carvings. Statues and paintings in his likeness. Cattle and war horses, rough materials and coin.

He had all he could want of those things, and if he was found to want, he could simple take. As was his right. By the time the sun began to sink on his name day, The Superior was bored. He’d grown restless of sitting, of smiling graciously (or viciously) at each each, at waving away guards who came laden with fruits, coin baskets, stones and statues. Had grown impatient with the simpering rambles of his peers. No matter their riches or their rags, they all knelt at his feet, flinching under his ice-fire gaze.

He walked with dispassion towards his chambers, his long, red-gold cloak flowing behind him with the force of his strides. The Iron Gates were shut to all now, the Iron Keep isolated from those who lived in its shadow. So deep in his rage, he almost missed the scents that drifted upon the air as he rounded the corner to his chambers, catching sight of Ser Barnes at its doors.

The scents.

He sniffed. Sweet. Like rich, ripe Southern fruits. Floral, like the deep, red roses that climbed the walls of the Keep in the summer. He knew it instantly, eyes flaring with brilliant, cold light as Ser Barnes met his gaze, standing stiff with displeasure. The other Alpha greeted him with a sombre incline of his head.

“What is the meaning of this?” The Superior asked, voice jagged as he approached his door, stood at Ser Barnes’ side and breathed in. The scents were stronger, more enticing. At his side, the knight known as the White Wolf stood straighter, an uncomfortable frown curving his mouth.

“Your name day gifts, Your Grace. From King Stane”.

King Stane. A mountain of a man who would have slaughtered every man, woman and child in his Kingdom for the power and life that Tony held in his palm. A King who desired to reach the level that Tony had. The man was ruthless and cunning, and on rare days Tony found him amusing. Almost entertaining. The man was the eptiome of an Alpha warrior, build like a warhorse with shoulders like a bear and the gnarled face of an old wolf, long past too many battles.

More often that not he despised the man and his blatant flattery, his desperate and frequent acts of earning Tony’s favour. It reminded Tony of the kennel dogs, how the young pups would simper and pine at the Alpha male or female, rubbing their snouts on their faces and asses to earn their place in the pack.

“And what is Stane’s latest method of begging for my graces?” The Superior asked with a steely tone, gaze unwavering from the filigreed doors that he faced. It was a moot question. He knew the scent that lay behind the wood. There was only one thing that could await him.

Ser Barnes cleared his throat and shifted, fingers flexing on the pommel of his sword. “Your Grace...Best that you see the- the gifts for yourself”. The White Wolf was the only man who would dare to deny Tony an answer, and the only man that Tony would ever permit to do so. The Wolf was as his blood, his most trusted Graceguard and his closest friend.

The Superior scrunched his nose and on a growl, shoved open the doors. The scent hit him like a stonewall, and Tony was vaguely aware of Ser Barnes stiffening at his side, a low sound catching in his throat. Tony did not begrudge him of it; an Omega was a sweet prize, the last fruit of summer, the first sip of wine after war.

Omegas were few and far between, thanks to the great men of the past. Their ignorant and inconsiderate treatment of the fragile creatures. Where Omegas used to be rife they were now less than six hundred to a Kingdom of ten thousand. Many chose to slather themselves in oils and to take life in the forests and tiny villages, where they would not be scented nor sought.

And here, kneeling on his bearskin, were four. The were draped in fine silks, in strings of glittering diamonds and silver, like they were Deities themselves. Heads bowed, hands on their thighs, they made a pretty lineup. Two girls, two boys. One mewled at his entrance, shoulders shaking, and was hushed sharply by the other girl.

“Stane specifically requested their presence be a surprise, Your Grace. They arrived at first light, with a ninety strong escort. I vet them and placed them myself, for your privacy” Ser Barnes spoke roughly at his side, scent thick with helpless arousal.

This comforted Tony slightly, the Alpha within soothed at the knowledge that aside from the Omegas, his space had not been invaded. Despite Ser Barnes also being an Alpha, their bond was such that they had never contested, never bared teeth.

The Superior advanced into the room with a prowl, approaching the line of decorated bodies. The two girls were curved and soft, thick thighs, large breasts despite their youth. Slender stomachs adorned in finery, their hair braided and twisted and tied with the finest of silks.

The two boys differed, where the girls matched. One was taller, broad. He had a square jaw and bright eyes, toned muscles accentuated by the jewels that dripped down his arms and torso like water. Kohl lined his eyes and his lips, like all of theirs, had been fattened and stained with fire-berry juices. The Omega looked more of a Beta, or a young Alpha not quite at the age of his rut.

And the last boy. Tony could feel the growl curling within him, could hear the Alpha side of him raging.

This Omega was small, slender but not skinny. He looked delicate, but his body was lined with the gentle slopes and curves of muscle. His jaw was angular and sharp, cheeks round with baby-fat. He was perhaps the youngest of them all, and Tony’s mouth watered.

It was his scent that was the sweetest, the ripest, an intoxicating and addictive thing that sunk low in Tony’s gut and heart. His soft, dark curls shone in the light, no doubt rubbed with oils to make them sheen. He was milky pale, as though the Stane Kingdom was forever in the Long Night, and when he looked up, his defiant gaze was richer than any honey from the Isle of Shields.

And oh, did that sweet honey blaze. Whereas the others shook in Tony’s mere presence this boy eyed him in a mulish manner, like the look that Tony’s beloved stallion Machina gave anyone outside of Tony, Ser Barnes and the slight little stableboy Tony knew slipped him apple cores from the kitchens.

“Ser Barnes. Take these three to a spare chamber. Guard them with your best men. See to it they are fed, and dressed less like tourney ponies. In the morn, your men can have their use of them as they see fit, before they are escorted back to Stane” Tony ground out, watching as the last Omega lowered his gaze, dutiful but reluctant in his submission. The other Omegas forgot their desperate obedience, heads lifting to fix him with horrified gazes as Ser Barnes approached, but they did not fight, heads lowering as they were escorted from the room with mumbled thanks and apology in prayer.

When the door was shut, Tony turned away from the kneeling Omega, battling the inner desire to simply sink to the floor with him, to bitefuckmatemarkmine. Instead he shed his outer robes and his armour, hung his cloak and loosened his britches and gauntlets. He could hear the Omega shift restlessly behind him, wary of his disregard.

The Superior poured himself a general glass of red wine, and sank into his gilded chair, gaze out of the balcony entrance and to the golden fall of the sun. He looked ethereal in its touch, long lashes accentuating his bright, bright eyes, Godly in his presence as the Omega begun to grow more curious, more wary.

“Your name” he spoke after a moment, a soft command as he turned his gaze, one leg slung elegantly over the arm of his chair, his jaw atop his hand as he gazed across at the boy, who’s eyes darted upwards before falling again.

“Peter, if it please you, Your Grace”. And wasn’t that high, sweet little voice just edible? Tony wanted to lick into his mouth, to taste that rich accent, the soft lilt of his words, to swallow the way he would sound as he moaned. Tony gave a slight nod, approval for a command well respected. The boy had manners.

“Tell me, Peter. How is it that a slight little thing like you, a precious, fresh little lamb, ended up here, in the den of the wolf?”. Tony sipped his drink slowly, tasting with his tongue, watching the way the adorned boy tracked the movement of the wet appendage, pupils blown.

“I exist to serve the One True God. To worship with my soul, my voice, my body. To offer all that you will take. I have been raised and chosen to worship and to adore you”. It sounded practised, perhaps a little forced, but also...Rough. Earnest. The boy’s scent was rich with lust. The sheer silks and materials of his robes rose over a pert little cock, perfectly veiled in cream and silver.

“And do you want to? If I were any other man under your gaze, if you were not trained like a good little dog to bark, would you serve? Would you worship?” Was it greed? Stupidity, genuine curiosity that made him ask? The boy was clearly no threat, if Ser Barnes had deemed to let him here.

Peter swallowed, paused. Dark eyes raked Tony’s body slowly, assessingly.

Hungrily.

“Yes”.

Tony’s smile curved, predatory, the glint of teeth. He raised a single decorated hand, motioned the boy closer. Instead of standing, the boy crawled on all fours like a true dog, plump ass instantly visible as the silks fell around his thighs. Tony suddenly realised exactly why the boy smelt the richest.

He was slick. Soaked with it, dripping it like a leaking well-tap. On the polished floor where the boy had been kneeling several splatters of it glimmered in the light of the candles and the fire. Tony’s fingers closed over his glass with such force it screeched warningly, liquid fluttering. The boy kept his gaze averted as he sank back to his haunches at the side of Tony’s chair.

The Superior struck him. Hard enough to rock his head to the side, the Omega letting out a sharp gasp, hand flying to the wooden floor to steady himself, glancing up with a rounded look as his milk jaw begun to bloom pink and purple, like the forest flowers. Tony grasped the tender skin, squeezing as he gazed down at the Omega, eyes flaring.

“Do not forget your manners, Pup. It is ‘Yes, Your Grace”‘ he warned sweetly, thumb brushing over the mark tenderly. The boy whimpered, the scent of slick growing thicker as it dripped down his thighs.

“Y-Yes. Your Grace” the boy managed on a wet rasp, and Tony let him go, turning away as he took a ripe peach from the table and a short-bladed knife, slicing into the fruit carefully. “Heel” he commanded simply, watching the boy’s confusion from the corner of his eye. After a pause, the Omega shuffled carefully, until he was kneeling in front of the chair, half-under the table.

The Superior swung his leg down, so his muscular thighs bracketed the boy, and ate the peach slice, directly from the blade, ice gaze upon the Omega as the boy watched him eat, eyes dark and hungered, though Tony knew it was not for the juices that ran down his thumb. He cut another piece, and held the knife down toward the Omega.

The boy did not hesitate, though he did look slightly uneasy, plush little lips parting to close around the peach and blade both. He chewed carefully and - emboldened by his success, leaned forwards again, soft, wet, hot tongue sliding over the blade, over Tony’s thumb, licking them clean of the juices. Tony let his thumb move free of the blade and the boy suckled on it eagerly, cheeks hollowing, doe-eyes fixed on his.

“You may call me Your Grace, Ser, or Daddy. The option is yours, unless I state a title at a given time” Tony informed him, pulling his mouth from the plush heat with a pop, cutting another fruit slice and devouring it slowly, savouring the sweetness.

He fed the Omega several more slices, allowed the boy to kitten-lick his hands clean once the peach was nought but a pip on the table, and then he sat back, observed the Omega for a pause. The boy dropped his gaze, and his head, jaw resting atop Tony’s knee. The Superior had never considered having an Omega. Not even as a knot-warmer. In his old age, perhaps, when he had need to make heirs.

He tapped his ringed fingers atop his thighs, and the Omega paused, before shifting carefully, crawling from beneath the table to atop Tony’s lap in an elegant, cautious manner. He was a slight thing, not heavy despite his stature, with slim thighs and tucked little hips. A plump, firm ass when he sank down, his scent almost overwhelming this close, his eyes rich and brighter in the proximity.

His delicate hands fell to Tony’s shoulders, resting lightly there as they gazed at each other. Within moments Tony could feel the Omega slick soaking into his britches. Tony reached up and clasped his jaw, thumb digging into the bruise and his other hand went down, grasping that pretty little Omega cock through the silks without warning. The boy arched on a hoarse moan, obscene in his pained pleasure.

Tony’s own length, thick and long, pressed firm between the boy’s plump cheeks, knot desperate to bury within his velvet warmth, so close yet so far. Tony gave a low, pleased growl, lessened his grip. The jewels that adorned the boy glittered as Peter relaxed a fraction, eyeing him with blown pupils, nostrils flared as he breathed in the Alpha’s scent.

“Such a little thing. So precious. So rare. I’ll bet Stane had you riding cock the moment you dripped your first slick, hm? Taught you better than any whore how to please me. Were they big, Omega? Because I can promise you, they were not big enough”. Peter whimpered at the words, hips hitching against Tony’s as the boy fought the arousal, fought to behave.

Tony slapped him again, just a gentle swat, more sound than pain, just to hear the boy choke on a moan, to feel his little cock twitch against his stomach. Tony let his hands fall to Peter’s hips, forcing him down onto his clothed cock, the boy’s hips falling apart as Tony’s cock spread his little cheeks, dug against the wet little rose between them.

“I will split you in half, Pup. You’ll feel me against your tongue when I fuck you. You will taste my knot. When I am done, you will be open and gaping, ruined for any other Alpha. I will stuff you full with so much cum you look swollen with pups, too well-bred to walk”. His own arousal burned like fire in his veins, and the iron fireplace creaked as his control waned against the pleasure, cock straining fiercely against his clothing.

“P-Please. Your - Alpha...Daddy. Please. Breed me. I was crafted for you. Raised for you. Fill me with your cum, allow me to worship as I was made for” the Omega begged, breathless between rutting against Tony, firm grinds of his ass over the length of Tony’s cock, the stubborn swell of his knot.

“As you so insist” Tony smirked slowly, dangerously, ice eyes lighting up like blue flame as he reached up, fingers closing tight around the Omega’s throat, until his breath was nought but a wet rasp, rising slowly from his seat.

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mymoodwriting · 4 years

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The Choice Is Yours

F!Reader x Vampire!Yuta

Genre: Vampire Dystopia

Warning: Blood, Aggression, Fangs, Helplessness, Suffocation, Abuse, Slapping, Anxiety

Words: 3.8K

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Prompt: Good behavior goes a long way when a new world order is established within hours and humans wind up at the bottom of the food chain. As luck would have it you were claimed by a vampire named Yuta, so you’re saved in a sense. Many would say you’re in a rather unique situation, and despite its perks it wasn’t really something you asked for.

Since it was clear Yuta was so picky about being in the basement, you didn’t go back down there. Instead you would go to the kitchen or out to the garden to talk with anyone who wasn’t on Yuta’s side or under his control. It was weird when you thought about it, talking to humans in secret as if you weren’t one of them.

Despite everything he said the other day, you couldn’t just accept your position in the house, you didn’t deserve it. Of course you always feigned innocence when some of the vamps saw you, but you eventually got caught, by Yuta himself. He dragged you upstairs and you worried things were going to repeat themselves but instead he took you to his office.

“What did I say?”

“Are you trying to isolate me or something? You said I have free reign of the house, so it doesn’t matter where I go, you’re not even around.”

Yuta chuckled. “Do you miss me?”

“No, you have no hold over me so stop acting like a child.”

A part of you knew that you shouldn’t have said that, but that part couldn’t stop the words from escaping your lips. You grew quiet, lowering your head. You expected some kinda punishment or for him to yell but he didn’t. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head up.

“Still got a mouth on you huh? I’m glad.” He pressed a kiss to your lips. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

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You were curious why he didn’t punish you or berate you in any way, but you wouldn’t question it. What you did question was being woken up early and seeing Yuta getting dressed. You were about to lay back but he got you out of bed and told you to take your clothes off. You hesitated for a moment but did as he asked, a little cold from the exposure.

He got some of your clothes out of the closet and set them down on the bed, getting you dressed. The clothes were meant for being outside, so the fact he was dressing you in them made you a bit worried. You wanted to ask, but you felt like he would laugh at you. Once you were dressed he led you downstairs to the garage. When the car door opened you refused to move.

“Come on now.”

“Are you… are you getting rid of me?”

“What? Of course not.” He laughed. “I thought you’d enjoy coming with me to see my work.”

“Oh…”

“Come on, it’ll be fun. I promise to bring you back home.”

“Okay…”

You got into the car, still a bit nervous but glad that you would come back. It was nice to go outside the gates, to see the sun and the clouds and breathe in some fresh air. Although you were still trapped within the car, and Yuta put a collar on you. He thought it was cute on you, but you knew it was just his way of making sure you didn’t run off or get away from him. It was weird, and uncomfortable, but you weren’t going to complain.

You focused more on the outside, your eyes always looking beyond the window. The world around you was different, so at least now you knew that wherever you were wasn’t anything like home. Although you had to admit everything looked so peaceful and beautiful. You passed through some town, and that’s when the peace faded, at least for you. Those who worked in labor were dressed in grey, out on the streets painting or cleaning or helping with construction, all collared as well.

Some vamps were around, watching them, making sure they didn’t try anything. After passing the town you came out into open fields, farmland, what Yuta was in charge of. There were a lot more people there, and you really started to wish you stayed home. You followed him closely, none of the other vamps around saying anything about your presence.

They talked business, profits, the problems that came from a recent riot, but all you did was look out at the fields. Some of the humans that saw you glared, your clothes clearly telling them you had it easier, sorta. You didn’t want to say anything, but you had left the house pretty early, you skipped breakfast and were pretty hungry. When your stomach growled Yuta noticed.

“Hungry?”

“Sorry…”

“Why? Come on.”

Yuta led you somewhere else, going through one of the barns. You could see the fields, all kinds of fruits and vegetables growing, it looked really pretty. Yuta handed you a basket and kissed your head.

“I still have some things to do, so why don’t you go out and get whatever you want. Come back here when you’re done, there’s a faucet in the back, and I’ll come back later.”

“Can… can I do that?”

“Of course, this is pretty much my farm. And you got a collar, so you won’t get lost.” He chuckled and kissed your cheek. “Don’t get too sunburned.”

“Okay…”

He playfully shoved you out to the fields. You glanced back at him but walked off. You weren’t going to admit it but you were a bit excited. You had always wanted to go pick fruit, so it was great to be doing it, but the circumstances weren’t ideal. You walked around, seeing what you could get, always looking back to make sure where the barn you were supposed to return to was. You got some distasteful stares, but you did your best to ignore them. Although they didn’t ignore you.

As you were getting to the apple trees you were suddenly tackled to the ground. You hit your head hard enough to pass out. When you came to you were leaning against a tree, sitting in the shade. Your head hurt, your vision a bit of a blur but you tried to focus. Then you noticed your clothes, you weren’t dressed in white, but grey, like the workers. Despite the pain you jumped up in a panic and then noticed the other girl nearby wearing your clothes, you ran after her.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing!?”

She ignored you but you caught up and grabbed her arm pulling her back. Your eyes met and you could tell she didn’t care, she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Don’t touch me!”

“You fucken stole my clothes!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Too much time under the sun has made you delusional.”

“Give me back my clothes!”

“They’re not yours.”

“What are you trying to do here you-”

“Hey!”

The two of you noticed some vampires approaching. You were relieved but before you can say anything the other girl spoke.

“This girl is trying to steal my clothes.”

“What? That’s not true! You stole them first!”

“You have to help me, I got lost.”

“Stop lying!”

“Enough!” One vamp spoke. “Return the girl to her post, we’ll take the other back to her owner.”

“What?” You were scared when you were grabbed. “No! No, I don’t work here!”

“Shut up.”

“No…”

You were being dragged off and you were really panicking. You needed to think of something fast, you didn’t know what would happen if you were dragged off. If worse came to worse you knew Yuta would realize what happened and come get you, but surely the vamps at the farm would see this as you being in trouble. You were scared and started rambling until something came to mind.

“You can’t do this! She’s lying! She attacked me! When Yuta finds out… my blood! Check our blood and you’ll see that-”

“Shut up!”

You were slapped across the face and you couldn’t explain how much that hurt. You knew that was going to bruise, but you couldn’t just stop, even if things got worse.

“If you don’t check our blood and take her, Yuta’s gonna get mad. He’s close friends with one of the seven! You’ll all be in huge trouble for this!”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not! Don’t you think it’s better to be safe than sorry…”

You noticed the other girl had gone quiet, fear on her face. Of course no human would really know that their blood could reveal who they really were. You only knew that cause Yuta told you, and then you realized she was going to be in a lot of trouble because of you. The two of you were taken to some office and had some blood drawn. The girl had gone pale in fear, you were still holding your cheek, tasting a bit of blood in your mouth.

“What the fuck is this!”

Yuta walked into the office before any results came in. You hated yourself a bit for feeling relief in seeing him. For some reason you jumped to your feet too and moved your hand. He saw your injury and rushed over touching your cheek. It stung at first but his hand was cold so you were quick to grab it and hold it in place, leaning against him. He got lost for a moment, admiring your affection towards but quickly focused on the situation at hand.

“Who did this?”

“I just fell…”

“Y/n.”

He moved his hand purposely to make it hurt, but didn’t remove it completely. You whimpered, but pointed at the one who had slapped you. Everyone in the room was nervous, and then another entered with the blood work results.

“At least you’re not complete idiots.” Yuta hissed. “As for you.”

You had been pulled closer to Yuta, his handle still cradling your injury, and his gaze had landed upon the other girl.

“Get up.” She shot to her feet. “Strip.”

“… excu-”

“Now!”

It was humiliating to say the least but she had to do it. You didn’t care to look or anything, not wanting to be anymore involved than you already were. You felt like you should have said something but you couldn’t find any words.

“Take her, lock her up, I will deal with her later.”

No screaming, just fear, then it was just the two of you in the office. Yuta didn’t want to break the silence, enjoying his view, watching you admire and adore his presence. Although he had other things he needed to do first.

“I’ll have Xiaojun take you home and-”

“No! No please don’t leave me alone again…”

He knew you were rambling from the shock of the previous events, but he took them more seriously. It was clear that things weren’t working out the way he wanted to and he needed to rectify that. He picked you up in his arms so your injured cheek could rest against him, carrying you out. When he got to the car he told you to wait for him, telling the overseers of the farm he’d return tomorrow, and that they better not have anymore problems. On the ride back home you leaned against Yuta, still surprised by how bad a vampire slap could be.

“You suggested the blood test right? Those idiots wouldn’t want to spend time on that.” You silently confirmed his suspicions. “I can understand you might feel guilty for getting that human in trouble, but you actually saved her a lot more trouble.”

“What?”

“I’m not sure what her plan was, and even you know she couldn’t have done much. If she got off the farm she would be found no doubt and taken to the nearest government office to check who she belongs to. A laborer shouldn’t be dressed in white, or alone, so she would have been in much bigger trouble, instead we can keep things small. Thank you, and I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have left you alone. There has been previous… riots and other issues on the farm, humans can be so aggressive and cruel to one another. My apologies.”

You hated yourself a bit for agreeing with him. It wasn’t new actually, even before vampires decided to take control, you knew very well humans were selfish creatures, history had many stories of those. When you got home you honestly expected to get an ice pack, but Yuta insisted on keeping you close. You got back into some white clothes and the collar taken off. You were in bed, laying down on his chest, he was shirtless, for once you were glad he was cold.

You still hadn’t eaten so a big breakfast was prepared for you, Yuta feeding you even though you could do it yourself. It was really good and you were grateful although you got a bit queasy when Yuta cut his wrist. He bled into an empty glass, then held it out to you. Even though you knew he was trying to help, you were still hesitant to drink his blood.

“Come on, you know my blood heals, it will help.”

He wasn’t being demanding so that worked in his favor. You drank it all, holding back the urge to vomit. Yuta moved away the food tray, pulling you close to him once more. At that point it was probably unnecessary, the swelling was surely down, but it was nice to have a cold surface to lay on that wouldn’t really warm up, and also wasn’t straight up ice. You eventually dozed off, waking up hours later for dinner, Yuta still there for you.

You were quiet at the table, Yuta noticed but made no comment. He couldn’t really understand what was so upsetting to you, he was angry, but you were clearly sad. After dinner he joined you in a bath, being gentle as he cleaned you up then dressed you. He didn’t like seeing you so upset wanting to fix your mood a bit and he had just the thing. You were standing by the window looking out at the night sky when he came up, wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m sorry about today, I should have taken better care of you.”

You didn’t say anything, not sure what to say. You honestly just wanted to go to sleep, forget the day, figure out what to do tomorrow, but Yuta had other plans. For a moment you thought he was playing with your hair but then you realized he was moving it aside, exposing your neck. You tensed up for a second but when you felt his fangs close you just accepted it. You whimpered from the initial bite but gave into the pleasure, leaning against him.

When he had his fill he made sure to hold you up, licking his lips and kissing you cheek. He gently sucked on your neck until the bleeding stopped, picking you up and laying you down in bed. He tucked you in, watching you sleep for a while, making sure you were okay. Despite keeping things quiet he still needed to report this Taeyong, even if it was going to be a bit embarrassing.

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Waking up in the morning was always a challenge. You could only really open your eyes, trying to move and look around. It was unfair that being bitten felt nice, but the after effects weren’t. You weren’t fully there, but noticed that Yuta was in the room, he smiled and pet your head.

“You’re… you’re still here…”

“I wanted to make sure you woke up okay. I know I haven’t been around much, but I just need to go deal with what happened yesterday. I’ll be quick about it, promise, home before lunch. You just rest okay, and no trying to get out of bed, got it?”

“Yeah…”

“Good.” He kissed your head. “Sleep.”

You smiled a bit before drifting off back to sleep. When you woke up again the room was filled with a delicious aroma. This time it was just servants helping you. At least you weren’t as bad off as before, having a little more strength than before. After eating you got some more rest before you were given a bath. It was all girls helping you, which felt nice and not really embarrassing. You let yourself relax more this time around, although you didn’t notice that after a while you were alone with just one girl. It made sense, you didn’t need a handful to take a bath. She started talking although you weren’t really listening.

“Aren’t you lucky, treated like a princess, sleeping in a vampire’s bed… it’s unfair… you’re not even that pretty…”

You didn’t know what the point of her rambles were, but then it became clear. She pushed you under the water, although you didn’t register it at first. It wasn’t until it became hard to breath that it was settling in. You used whatever strength you had to try and fight but you could barely move. Your vision was starting to go black and you thought it was the end until you managed to take a breath.

You coughed up water, trying to catch your breath. You were wrapped up in a towel, Xiaojun holding you while you were shaking. You looked over to see blood on the floor, the servant being dragged out screaming. Xiaojun was talking, maybe trying to comfort you, but you were still coughing up water and recovering from the near death experience. He got you back into the main room and wrapped you in another towel.

When the door busted open you jumped in fear but saw it was Yuta and tried to get up and go to him. You nearly collapsed to the floor but Xiaojun caught you. Yuta rushed over and took you in his arms, trying to warm you up, kissing your head. You still didn’t really understand what he or anyone else was saying but you knew there was yelling and screaming. When Yuta tried to sit you down you held on tightly to him.

“No! No, don’t go…”

“I… okay… everyone out.”

Yuta laid back in bed with you in his arms. He was trying to warm you up but he wasn’t sure if you were shaking because of the cold or shock. Eventually you fell asleep which he was grateful for, moving slowly to tuck you into bed. He wanted to dress you but didn’t want to wake you. He made sure you stayed sleeping before quietly leaving the room, Xiaojun waiting for him.

“What happened.”

“I’m not quite sure.” Xiaojun admitted. “I just heard an irregular heartbeat coming from your bedroom and found the servant holding her underwater. What do you want to do with her?”

“It’d be a waste to kill her. I’ll write a report and have her transfer positions, the government can do what they want with her after she’s punished.”

“Understood. I’ll have her prepared for transfer.”

“After that get YangYang and come to my office.”

“Yes sir.”

♥♥♥♥♥

When you woke up it was very obvious you were still naked, laying on a towel with a blanket over you. The room was empty and you were alone, and it scared you.

“Yuta!”

You screamed, ignoring the chest pain you got from it. Tears started falling and you screamed again, trying to get out of bed. The door opened and Yuta was by your side instantly, pulling you up into his arms and hugging you. He rubbed your back, trying to soothe you.

“Easy, easy, I’m here. Don’t cry sweetheart, you’re okay. No one’s gonna hurt you.”

“You… you won’t…”

“Hm?”

“You won’t… you won’t let… let me die…”

“No, no of course not.”

“Don’t go… please don’t go…”

“I won’t, I’ll stay here okay, I’ll be right here.”

He waited until you had calmed down, getting you dressed, drying your hair and then brushing it. He obviously had things to do but it was clear you wouldn’t be okay unless you were with him. So he kept you close. Yuta had finished up with the farm the other day as promised, so all that was left would be at home office work. In the mornings he’d wait for you to wake up before doing anything, making sure you saw him when you opened your eyes.

A lot of his time was spent in the office, so you’d be there with him. Sometimes you’d fall asleep on the couch, other times on the floor since he’d have a blanket and pillow for you. You’d have most of your meals there with him and he’d feed you, sometimes if it was nice out you two would be out in the gazebo. Being with him also helped you be more friendly with the other halfbreeds, and made you realize Yuta was the only vampire in the house.

Being so close with Yuta, distancing yourself from the other humans in the house, it wasn’t surprising that the servants grew to despise you. It felt weird, to not get along with your own kind, but at the same time not so much. Just because you were Yuta’s pet they thought you were lucky or better off or something, but they didn’t know how scared you were most of the time. Moreso now that it was clear your own kind would turn on you.

“Are you okay?”

Yuta’s voice pulled you out of your head. The two of you having been in the office, you were sitting on his lap looking out the window.

“You’ve been so quiet lately. What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing…”

“Hm, you’re still shaken up aren’t you? Even I’m surprised, humans turn on each other so fast, but you don’t need them. I’m plenty of fun to be with.”

He kissed your cheek going back to his work. You dwelled on his words for a while, glancing at his work then back outside. The idea of running away had certainly gone to the back of your mind. You had no idea what you would do, where you would go, or how to even leave the house. Besides all that, going out that one time made it all the more real how much power the vampires had, so it wasn’t smart to try anything.

♥♥♥♥♥

After dinner, and a bath, he was very kissy. Always place his lips against your smooth skin before slipping a piece of clothing onto you. Sometimes, especially in the last few days, there were moments where you’d forget he was a bloodsucking monster, and think he was normal. That you two were in a relationship and that he actually loved you. It was strange and you couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same.

“Yuta…”

“Hm?”

“What am I to you?”

“Mine.”

“Beyond that? Lately things… have been different.”

“Have they?”

“I… I… to me they have and I just-”

You didn’t finish your rambling before Yuta had bit into you. It caught you off guard, so it stung more than usual before you let out a moan. You weren’t fully healed yet, so you didn’t think he’d drink from you again so soon. You passed out a lot faster, Yuta staring down at you and getting you in bed. He watched you for a moment, caressing your cheek.

“I’m not so sure what you are either sweetheart, but you’re a lot more than a feeder, you just have to be patient with me.”

#yuta #nct #nct 127 #nakamoto yuta #yuta x reader #yuta imagine #nct imagines #xiaojun #yangyang #xiao de jun #liu yangyang #nct u #wayv #nct scenarios #nct angst #nct au

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samingtonwilson · 6 years

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Faking It - Part 2 - Bucky Barnes

Part 1

Summary: loosely based on Faking It by Calvin Harris feat. Kehlani & Lil Yachty (watch here, listen here).

Warnings: language, a little angsty

A/N: this part’s a bit of a doozy and i still love this song like crazy. like, really, really crazy.

Your cheeks hurt when Bucky was in the same room.

Your lips would curve up and your cheeks would ache in a soreness you could feel for the remainder of the day but neither would your eyes narrow, nor would your irises gleam. You couldn’t frown, though— you wouldn’t frown.

You justified it to yourself, you told yourself it was okay to pretend being over him. After all, the smile he sent you in return was just too calming, the shift in his features as he listened to you speak was just too pacifying, the sound of his voice as he spoke to you was just too honeying— you were allowed to once again find the warmth of his presence addicting, you were allowed to act as if you could no longer feel the weight of your feelings for him in every part of you. You were entirely allowed to still be in love with him— but he could never know that.

He thought the mask of contentment you wore eventually slipped off to reveal similarly placated features underneath, he thought the faux smiles you offered him were more authentic than the sighed “I love yous” and soft gazes of the past. And even this hurt him, even this forced his heart into his stomach and his stomach into jerky somersaults.

But he justified it to himself, he told himself it was okay that you were over him. After all, the relationship the two of you shared was just too explosive, the burden of his weight to carry was just too taxing, the loss of his stress looming over you must have been just too relieving— yet he was allowed to find contradictory solace in your warmth while he burned, he was allowed to be glad that the world he set on fire for you was serving its intended purpose. He was entirely allowed to still be in love with you— but you could never know that.

Your first thought rang loudly in your head upon seeing Bucky as he sidestepped Steve’s chair to enter the kitchen. His dark hair stuck up at all ends, his cheeks and jaw littered with three day’s growth, and his clothes were soft and lightly wrinkled. You almost shouted those three words your mind seemed to be consistently whispering when he offered you a crooked and lazy smile, swollen eyes narrowing as slate blue irises glistened beneath thick lashes.

He nodded in appreciation when you handed him his favorite bowl from the dish basket, reaching above you as you sat atop the counter in order to retrieve a mug from a high cabinet. He struggled a bit to pull the porcelain from the cupboard, only able to open it a crack to make sure it didn’t smack the back of your head.

Finally removing it, he sighed and stepped back. “Thanks for moving out of the way, doll.”

“Here to help, Buck,” you quipped, turning your attention to the magazine in your lap once more. You narrowed your eyes at the pages you were unable to concentrate on, your smile now a smaller smirk— you were vigilant in making sure it wouldn’t shrink further. “You’re up awfully early— s’only noon.”

He nodded, leaning back against the counter opposite you so he could trace your features. He followed the slope of your nose to the swell of your smiling lips, the length of your eyelashes to the curve of your ears. “Had a long night.”

“Yeah? Another rousing night of you and Steve checking your dentures to figure out which tooth is the bluetooth the kids are going on about these days?”

You heard a fork clatter and turned your head in the direction of the noise, seeing a disgruntled Steve with his eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted in a wide scowl. There was a bit of humor in his baby blue eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest, his shirt practically crying out as the fabric was stretched impossibly thin. “I’ll have you know that we don’t wear dentures. We spent the night playing checkers and yelling at nothing.”

“Would’ve fed the birds but the cold hurts my hip,” Bucky added, snorting with a roll of his eyes as he lifted the lid to one of the pots on the stove. He wrinkled his nose as soon as he’d only half inhaled. “What the hell is this?”

“Sam tried his hand at savory oatmeal this morning,” you replied, continuing your smile so the apples of your cheeks stung. “It’s spinach, onion, mushroom, and that one cheese with the funny name.”

“Manchego?” he guessed, scooping a bit into the bowl. He held it under his nose and inhaled deeply with a frown of consideration— you followed the wrinkles above his furrowed brow and found yourself wanting to kiss the deep lines away. “Halloumi? Muenster?”

You shook your head, staring at your magazine again once an uncomfortable heat settled in your stomach. “No, no, and no.”

“Havarti? Gorgonzola?”

With a scoff, you flipped the page without absorbing even one word of the article you were meant to be reading as per Wanda’s recommendation. “Can’t remember to put the fucking toilet seat down but you’re a damn anthology for types of cheese.”

“Been alive for a hundred years,” he began, setting the bowl into the microwave and switching it on for thirty seconds, “eaten a lot of cheese.”

“Gouda!” you shouted, lifting your head and meeting his gaze that seemed to have been on you the whole time. Your smile faltered when his head tilted in that small, tender way but you widened your grin instead— your lips shook in protest just as the beating in your chest did. “It’s gouda cheese.”

Something about your smile knocked at him, forcing his own lips to fall into a frown. Maybe it was the way you struggled to keep it constant, maybe it was its constant nature in and of itself— something about it felt wrong to him, something about it felt disingenuous.

Once he’d taken the bowl out of the microwave and stirred the mixture with a spoon, he crossed the room to sit beside Steve. As soon as he sat, he tilted his head downwards but looked in your direction through his eyelashes.

Your smile was gone, replaced with lips parted in concentration. Your eyes were narrowed, eyebrows knit together as you read each word on the page. You looked more at peace than Bucky had seen in a while— all it took was some distance between the two of you.

And that did nothing for the sinking in his chest.

He watched a natural, easy smile spread over your lips as Wanda stepped before you and rapped her knuckles against your knee— a natural, easy smile spread over his lips as well.

You held up the magazine for her to see and pointed at the page number. “See? I am reading it.”

Bucky didn’t catch the way Wanda smiled, the way Wanda flicked her long wavy hair over her shoulder, the way Wanda replied in her most sarcastic voice— all he caught was the laugh you replied with, the hiccup your laugh was punctuated with, the fingers you attempted to stifle your hiccup with.

You shifted then, leaning your back against the wall your shoulder was previously leant against and pulling your legs up so your knees sat at your chest and your feet were flat atop the counter. You thought you were being discreet when you peered over the edge of your magazine to look at Bucky as he talked to Steve in gravely rumbles, the frown he wore almost launching you to your feet so you could race over to him and smooth it away with your own lips.

His gaze eventually drifted to you, his eyes meeting yours and widening when he noticed you staring.

You gave him a smile and lifted your magazine to cover your face, sighing out quietly and rolling your eyes to yourself.

It wasn’t long after breakfast and your training session with Natasha that you found yourself lounging around Sam’s room, your legs draped over his as you laid perpendicular to each other on his bed.

You held a book above your face, setting it onto your stomach so you could prop yourself up on your elbows. “Do you think Charles Bukowski was a misogynist?”

“That the guy that wrote Women?”

You hummed your affirmation as he sat up to lean against his headboard.

“Then he sure as fuck was a misogynist.” He narrowed his deep brown eyes for a moment. “You think people get that legalizing pot goes beyond bein’ able to get stoned freely?”

“You mean in, like, a decriminalization sense?” you asked with a frown of consideration. “S’interesting. I usually think about decriminalization being necessary for sex workers so they get the same protection as ordinary laborers.”

He frowned as well. “Still gonna be hoards of people runnin’ around screaming about immorality and punishment.”

“People are stupid,” you mumbled, lying back and picking up your book once again. “We should get stoned some time.”

“Yeah, it’d be nice to be around you with lowered inhibitions.”

You propped yourself up again and glared at him as he met your gaze with an easy smile. “My inhibitions aren’t high.”

He hummed curtly. “Right. Meanwhile I’ve been sitting here, watching you smile at Barnes hard enough to make your face crack.”

You made a loud squeak of offense. “I have not!”

“Fakest smile I’ve ever seen.” He sighed a moment later, setting his own book beside his phone on his nightstand. His eyes were warm and gentle. “There’s no shame in missing him.”

You fell back in defeat. “I thought I’d be over him by now— I thought I would’ve been over him weeks ago. But here I am, two months later, just as in love with him as I was before.”

“You’re both dumb as shit.”

“Excuse me?” you asked with a snort.

There was a knock at the door and Sam jostled your legs in order to signal you to answer it as he stated, “Lying to yourselves, lying to each other— no good is coming of it. Y’all are miserable without each other.”

You exhaled exaggeratedly, pushing yourself off the bed and dusting your fleece-lined leggings off, walking backwards as you reached the door and yanked it open. “Listen here, Samela, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.”

You turned around after a single nod and your mouth automatically snapped shut. You seemed to wilt under his gaze, your smile struggling before finally painting itself over your lips so the pain in the apples of your cheeks matched that which spread through your veins. “Buck.”

He didn’t return your smile this time and the soreness in your cheeks grew stronger as a result, his head turning to avert his gaze as you saw the hard lines of his jaw clench. When he looked at you once more, he’d evened out his expression and took a breath. “Wilson’s here, right?”

You nodded and stepped aside so he could enter and take a seat in the desk chair. You stood awkwardly at the door for a few moments, clearing your throat as you shut the door again and perched yourself in the same spot as before. You stared at your phone this time, though, stealing glances at Bucky whenever you were sure he wasn’t looking.

Scrolling through your group chat with Wanda and Natasha, you half-listened to the two men and picked your head up when something piqued your interest. You had a partial smile despite yourself as you stated, “Yeah, we’re not changing up the pairs.”

“Don’t really think that’s up to you,” Sam muttered to himself, wincing loudly when you pinched his upper arm harshly. “What the fuck?”

“I’m not going to be paired up with Clint! All he talks about is how bummed his kids are that he’s away and he can barely hear me when I call for help.”

“The man’s partially deaf,” Bucky interjected, an eyebrow raised as he followed your every movement. He would have laughed at the incredulous expression you offered him had your smile not been so artificial.

“What was wrong with the old pairs?” you pressed, dropping your smile when you looked at Sam. “You and Wanda, Steve and Nat, me and Bucky, Tony and Rhodey, Clint and Vision. Banner’s not leaving the compound and there’s no need for the Norse god to descend upon us mere mortals. Why shake things up if it worked out last time?”

“Cho thinks Rhodes should sit this one out.”

You tilted your head. “Okay? How does that change the teams? Vision’s omnipotent, he can handle shit on his own.”

“We were actually thinking Vision would be with Stark, you’d be with Barton, and I’d be on my own,” Bucky explained, his voice low and even, almost too controlled. “I know the layout of the base and—”

“I’m sorry,” it was as if your smile had slipped off in an instant, as if you’d been waiting to drop it and squash it under your feet. “You want to be on your own?”

He opened his mouth to reply and you shook your head, holding up a finger that you then used to point at him. “You? When we infiltrate a HYDRA base?” You shook your head and sighed. “Bucky, I know the Wakandan scientists are incredible but what they did isn’t foolproof. It’s fallible, you said so yourself.”

“It’ll take a hell of a lot more than sayin’ some words and being on the base to undo it all, (Y/N),” he told you, his voice still low but struggling to stay even. “I can handle it by myself.”

“You don’t know what it’ll take! These particular circumstances haven’t been tested.”

“(Y/N), —”

“Buck, we work well together. I’ve been able to bring you back in the past, too. It makes no logical sense to split us up.”

He leant forward, his elbows on his knees as he narrowed his eyes so the slate blue looked almost metallic and piercing. You could almost hear the angry whir of his arm as his fingers flexed. “We are split up, (Y/N). And, judging by how happy you are, it made perfect logical sense to do it.”

“I know you want to feel better about how you ended us but this isn’t about our relationship,” you replied, sitting up straighter as well. You were scowling now and Bucky was finally able to separate your mask from the features that lied beneath--- he was oddly satisfied. “This is about the mission.”

“How I ended us?”

“Yeah. You know, when you got all heroic and noble and told me you would only bring me down? When you convinced yourself you were doing right by me when you were really just tired of whatever we had and needed an excuse.”

“I didn’t do it for myself,” he argued, his voice growing louder with each word. “I mean, do I look happy to you?”

“Yeah, actually, you do.” You looked away for a moment. “You said yourself a few weeks ago that you’re a fucking eight out of ten, you’re fucking bursting in glee.”

“This is why we can’t work together. We’ll fight and you’ll spend the whole time smiling and singing like I didn’t mean shit to you.”

“That’s what you think?” you asked, gritting your teeth together when the stinging in your eyes matched the stinging that radiated through your cheeks and chest. “You think you didn’t mean shit to me? You think all the time I spent telling you how much I love you and showing you how much I love you was fake? You think that was all an act?”

Sam was looking between the two of you, his lips parted but no sounds leaving them. He wanted to interrupt, though, he wanted to tell you both to shut the fuck up and kiss and make-up already. But he knew it wasn’t his place, even though this was physically his place.

Bucky’s eyes narrowed challengingly. You thought he might be able to see through you, you thought he might just be too stubborn and prideful to say something himself. “Then what’s the act, doll? Enlighten me.”

You laughed mirthlessly and shook your head, picking up your phone and book. “S’not worth it. Fuck the mission, I’ll ask Steve if I can stay here instead.”

Sam clicked his tongue. “(Y/N), —”

“It’s okay, Sam. I’m not really needed anyway and Scott’s been begging to step in.” You stood and smiled softly. “I’ll stay and help Banner with whatever he’s been doing in the lab. I’m happy to stay,” you emphasized, not even glancing at Bucky as you passed him to reach the door.

Sam wasted no time between the door shutting behind you and glaring intensely at Bucky. He crossed his arms over his chest and gritted his teeth with enough force to crack them. “You’re a real fuckin’ jack ass, you know that?”

“Wilson, —”

“Shut the hell up, man. I’m not makin’ you oatmeal anymore.”

#should be one or two more parts #hopefully only 1 more #we'll see #it's still that angst for now though!#bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader angst #bucky x reader #bucky barnes angst #WHY ARE THERE SO MANY TAGS

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darkenrose-s · 7 years

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Unexpected- Chapter 5

Summary- While living in England you had a brief affair with a criminal. Not just any criminal but one wanted by governments and secret agency’s. In those brief moments you were together you helped heal each other. Now amost a year later you meet him again in the most unlikly place. Living in your Godfather tower.

Thoughts Warning- slight swearing

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It had been one weeks and two days since you had seen Bucky. The air had long since lost its bitter taste from your confrontation. You’d forgiven Bucky days ago but you couldn’t forgive yourself yet. You rarely left your apartment but Tony made a point of invading it at least once a day. He wants to know what had happen between you and the terminator. He didn’t like not knowing, but was willing to let you have your privacy…..for now. You had spent most of the first visit convincing him not to kick Bucky out. Now that you had cooled off, you knew you shouldn’t have said them things no matter how much you were hurting. You needed to apologise, but you couldn’t face Bucky. Not yet. Not while it felt like bard wire in your chest at the thought of him. You hadn’t told tony why you were fighting, with only annoyed him more. You were currently sat on a blanket on the roof, hugging a pillow to your chest. You hadn’t noticed until you were out here that it was Bucky’s pillow. The faint smell of his aftershave still clung to the fibre. You resisted putting it to your face. It would only hurt. You had another blanket around your shoulders for the chill while you gazed at the stars. They were hard to see, with the city lights. Watching the stars always made you feel tiny compared to the universe out there. You imagined what it would be like to be out among them. Travelling the stars. Away from here. You hear the door open behind you with a soft click. Some how you can tell who it is by the way they pause then slowly walk towards you. They call your name so softly you almost miss it. You steady yourself, before looking up at him. Your heart squeezes. James Buchanan Barnes looks broken. You can tell Steve has had to dragged him out of the gym again. The dark smuggles under his eyes match yours. You say nothing until he shifts and gestures beside you. You move up a little, letting him sit beside you before you turn back to the stars. Maybe one day I could be an astronaut. You think. See the stars from a different angle. Bucky watches the stars too, before turning his gaze on your face. You ignore him but you can already feel heat starting to raise in your cheeks. Did he always look at you like that? You stuff the feeling down. He hurt you remember… and you hurt him. He shouldn’t be looking at you with those big sad eyes. You say his name the same time he says yours. You both chuckle weakly. You let him go first. If he’s come here for another fight you’ll just leave, stuff the apology, but you hope he’s not. You want to stop the ache. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I was a idiot, a complete jackass.” He stares at you in such a way you can’t breathe. You know he’s telling the truth. You want to apologise too, but you want to know why he lashed out at you. “Buck, what happened? Where did this come from?” You ask softly. He watches you before he answers, “What do you remember about the night you were…shot. ” “Not much.” Just a drunk feeling of happiness but he doesn’t need to know that. He nods to himself, looking into the distance across the city. “When Banner dragged you in, I was so relieved. You were stumbling around like a baby deer.” His lips twitch in what could be a smile. You try not to roll your eyes at his obsession with baby animals. It was a bad idea to introduce him to the Internet. “I took you to bed, and you where muttering stuff, then you said-” he cut himself off. So it was something I said. Your inside squirm with hate for your self. Idiot! What did you say?! “What did I say?” Be Calm Y/N. He don’t need to know of your internal beating. “You said you’d keep me” he let out a small chuckle and a shrug. “ that you’d marry me.” You nearly choked on your own tongue. What?! Marriage was something that rarely entered your head and it choose to do it when you have no control of your mouth?! “I put it down to the meds you were on, but then. Then I started to think about it.” He turns to look directly at you. Oh. The power and emotion in those blues rendered you still, even your brain shuts up. “You are everything, everything I’ve wanted and what I needed. I’ve been a selfish old man and kept going back to you because, because you make it easier for me to breathe. You make me feel like the old me. Bucky Barnes not the Soldier. That frightens me Y/n, because I could see us together in ten, twenty years. I’m scared because I want that….but I shouldn’t.” You stare at him open mouthed. You could see it yourself now. Both of you with greying hair, walking arm in arm around Coney Island, chasing after Steve. It was a nice idea. What do I say to that? You have no idea, but there is a warmth spreading around you. You’ve never really saw yourself with anybody. Always convinced you’d end up alone with fifteen cats. Always convinced no one would stay long enough to want to be with you that long. Bucky starts to squim, ready to bolt. “Yes you should. I’m scared too.” He looks at you surprised. “You’re not selfish, James. I kept letting you in. You always made me, feel things, when you are beside me. ” better, complete, safe, happy….loved. “And I’m sorry too, about what I said. You’re not a monster.” “Yes I am. I’ve done terrible things. I hurt you.” “James-” he cuts you off with a look that tells you, you won’t win this argument. You sign unhappily. You put the idea back in his head, you were the really monster. This just adds to the long argument that you’ve had with him for years. Bucky tenderly takes your hand in both of his then returns his gaze to the stars. You let your hand wrap around his and follow his lead in watching the sky.

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Nearly everyone in the tower had gone out. Mission, press conference or meetings. Leaving only you and Bucky. Tony had left you a upgraded taser which looked increasingly meaner the more you looked at it. You had pushed it into a draw. You made your way to the kitchen on the communal level, in the mood to cook. You knew you wouldn’t run in to anyone and had figured Bucky would be at the gym. The relationship between you was better but like an open wound, still hurting. Putting some music on softly, you rummaged in the cupboards. There wasn’t much. Two bags of sugar, some pop tarts, five different boxes of cereal, a small basket of plums, three slices of bread, twelve apples and a sad looking brown banana. You huffed to yourself. Racking your brain. You really didn’t want to go out, or bother someone to get ingredients. I could make jam. You thought. Apple? No. I always preferred plums. Plum jam it is. You busied yourself preparing to start cooking, when you felt a presents behind you. As if summon from his cave. You had caught his shadow out of the corner of your eye. “One day, you’re going to do that and I will break a pan on your head.” You mutter. Turning to him, you see he is freshly showered, not yet wearing a shirt and looking at you with wide unreadable eyes. “What are you cooking?” You had figured, a long time ago that this was his superpower. Every time you tried to cook. He appeared in the kitchen with you. “I thought jam.” Do not watch that drop of water that is curving it way down his chest. That’s what he wants or he would have put his shirt on. “Plum?” He had a hopeful expression on his face. You nod. Turning back to measure the sugar. If you’re not looking at him, he can’t uses his body to distract you. The drop of water pauses by his belly button. Glistening on his abs. You glance at it involuntarily. Damn it! Maybe he didn’t see. You catch a hint of a smirk. Cunning Bastard. He backs away and puts on his shirt, at your glare. Seating himself by the island he watches you work, silently. Once upon a time this would have freaked you out. You would start chatting about anything to fill the void. You weren’t a people person so you had no idea how to talk to people but now, thankfully, you were used to it. Used to him.

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The jam was nearly done when you hear him move. You picked up a unused utensil and hold it out at arms length behind you. An awkward angle, yes, but it does its job as you feel a light pressure touch the object in your hand. You stir the contents of the pan before turning to him. He wasn’t looking at you, but at the small utensil pressing against his chest. A teaspoon. The man who could take out army’s and beat up superheroes was pouting at a teaspoon in your hand. You fail to hide your smile when he glances up at you. “You stay away until it’s finished.” Many of the things you bake or cook up don’t make it to the cooled off stage when Bucky was around. The man gives you a look that would shame a puppy and scrambles back to his chair. Not before taking the teaspoon and kissing your palm. You had discovered cooking made super soldiers emotional. More affectionate, more nostalgic. Steve had once muttered that it reminded them of home, before the war. Everything now was take outs and restaurant food with unpronounceable names that still left you hungry….and broke. Twelve minutes later you were putting your cooking pot in the sink for washing when larges hands grabbed your hips. You were spun around and backed to the cupboard. A mouth on yours and a familiar taste of Bucky and plums. Well at least you knew he liked it. That was one jar that wouldn’t make it to the setting stage. The kitchen fell away as Bucky lifted you onto the counter and moved your legs apart to slot his hips between them.

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When the others arrive back. Surprisingly at almost the same time. They noticed new jars in the kitchen as they shuffle passed it and a cooking pot on the draining board. A muffles squeak alerts them onto high alert. Carefully they approach the living room, while reaching for their weapons of choice. The first thing they saw was your sock covered feet kicking and squirming in front of the sofa. The next was the back of Bucky’s head. “The fu-!” Tony started bouncing forward. The sudden unnatural urge to kill flooding him. What in the hell is that animal doing to my goddaughter?! You and Bucky jump in surprise. No one should be back for another couple of hours, yet here they are. They had walked in to find Bucky straddling your hips on the floor in front of the sofa, your shirt pulled up just enough for his hands to be beneath it. Echoes of your laughter still ringing around the room. You try not to laugh at Tony’s face as it changes into many different shades of red, but it’s the ghost of Bucky fingers on your skin that have you biting your tongue. “Buck?” The set of Steve’s jaw confirms that you should definitely not burst out in uncontrollably giggles. Thankfully Bucky has mastered the stoney face, something you are incapable of right now. “We were playing” he says, it sounds more like a question even to your ears, but before you can roll your eyes at the vague answer his fingers brush your sensitive sides and you snort with laughter. The remaining Avengers relax and start to shuffle away. You choke out profanities between mouthfuls of air. Bucky smirks down at you. “Language darlin’. There’s kid present.” You’ve calm down enough to catch Steve’s frustrated huff. Tony is still standing beside the sofa. You’re not used to his silence. His stillness. You push gently at Bucky’s knees and he helps you stand. You move towards Tony but he hold up a hand and moves away from you.

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