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The Real Winter Soldier, Part Two

Winter is restless and needy, and takes advantage of having the Lieutenant's private number. Prompts met; ‘Accidental Pornomancer’ - @multifandom-flash (Beehive); ‘It’s a little bit nipply out’ (Alternate), ‘Drunk-Sexting’ – The Woods Are Lovely, Dark, and Deep (@darcylewisbingohq); ‘Denial’, ‘Drunken Confession’, ‘Playing With Their Hair’ – @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition); “Shut up and take your pants off.” – @anyfandomgoesbingo Kink Edition. CW: Smut, Breeding kink, Dom/Sub dynamic

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It took less than a week for me to make use of the eleven digits that had been scrawled on the back of my unused questionnaire.

I’d started staring at it only two days later. He’d caught my wrist as I’d gone to leave, pulling himself half-upright to meet my gaze, slipping the sheet of paper from the side table and into my hand.

“Let’s do this again. Off the clock.”

I’d left it in my jacket for those two days, hanging on the back of the door, my fingers brushing the leather thoughtfully each time I passed. It then graduated to my kitchen counter, and then to my coffee table. It was there that I sat with it between my forearms, one hand curled around my eighth glass of Asgardian ale, the other clutching my cell phone uncertainly.

I’d told myself time and again that visiting Innominate – that casual sex in general - was a one-time thing. I told myself I’d never so much as look at his number again, let alone key it into my phone.

It was around the sixth glass of the liquor intended for gods that began to strip away my denial, right along with my sober restraint.

Exhaling shakily, I pulled my cell closer, not needing to spare a glance at the sheet to type in the numbers – I’d spent enough time staring at the scratchy script that I now knew the digits better than my own.

‘Ready for round two?’

I could only stare uselessly at the screen as seconds ticked into minutes, my despair mounting as it neared half an hour of silence.

Has he changed his mind? Did I wait too long – does he regret giving me his number now? Was I such a disappointment that-

My cell buzzed in my hand and I jerked in surprise, the motion sending my phone skidding over the wood and me scrabbling after it.

‘God, yes. But I’m working until 6am. I can come by after. Does that work for you?’

A fizz of anticipation and anxiety settled immediately in my lower abdomen, a grin plastered across my face as I typed out my response.

‘Yes.’

‘Yes what, Soldier?’

Shivering with delight, I pressed my thighs together instinctively, closing my eyes for a heartbeat before replying.

‘Yes, Lieutenant.’

We texted throughout the night as the alcohol left my system, interrupted only once by him being requested by a patron. Despite myself, a bubble of jealousy sat in my chest, knowing he was busy with someone else. It was his job, and it wasn’t like we had any specific attachment to one another that gave me any right to an opinion about his occupation.

It was only a job, after all.

But that revelation sent me down an entirely new spiral – was I just a job? He’d given me his personal number – but who’s to say he didn’t do that with everyone? Maybe he did the job simply for the joy of it, and not for the money, so was just as willing to do it for free?

Why the hell did I message him?

My phone lit up in front of me, and I glanced at it uncertainly, my anxiety now outweighing my excitement without the alcohol to buoy me.

‘I’m leaving work. I’ll be there in twenty minutes… Use the time to decide what exactly it is you want me to do to you. I want you squirming and soaked by the time I arrive.’

A soft whine crept between my teeth at his authoritative manner, and I obeyed without thinking, my breath steadying with the freedom given through obeying orders. Having a plan set for me – a preordained way to proceed – quieted my mind, my head reclining as my eyes closed.

I was disturbed from my daydreams by a soft rapping at my door, sending me scrabbling to my feet in excited panic.

He was stood with one hand in his jeans pocket, a jacket slung over his shoulder and a cocky smile on his face. “Hello again, Soldier,” he purred, stepping closer, eyes locked on mine intensely. “It’s a bit nipply out here�� Are you going to let me in, or do I need to make you?”

I smirked briefly at the term before my mouth dried at the threat, the dampness accumulated between my thighs from my fantasies of him pinning me to the bed and making me scream immediately intensifying, and I blushed shyly as I stepped aside, waving a hand theatrically and earning a grin.

He turned to me the moment the door was closed, a light hand on my throat pinning me to the wood. “I saw you on the news yesterday,” he muttered, free hand tenderly tracing the fading bruise on my cheekbone. “I…. Was worried.”

I chuckled in surprise, trembling slightly under his touch. “About little old me? I’m honoured,” I hummed, straining infinitesimally against his grip, but he didn’t return my smile.

“You need to be more careful,” he growled, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Can’t have my pretty boy getting marked up by anyone but me – do you understand?” A weak nod earned me another grin, his lips grazing over my jaw lightly. “Did you do as I told you to, pet?”

“I- yes, Sir,” I stammered weakly, whimpering aloud when his thigh nudged between my legs, eliciting a pleased hum.

“Well? What is it that you fantasised about? What got you wet and squirming for me?” he breathed, fingers curling in the waistband of my sweatpants teasingly.

With a shallow gulp, I let my hips be pulled closer, shivering when his curious touch reached the edge of my boxers. “N- nothing too… Wild. I- I mostly just thought about you fucking me… Pinning me down, making me scream…”

With a soft groan of resignation, he flattened me to the door, his hands firm on my body as he dragged my shirt free.

“Don’t you ever make me wait again,” he muttered, lips finding my throat as his fingers delved deeper, hovering a half-inch from my wetness.

I blushed shyly as my head fell back of its own accord, a low whine rumbling in my chest. “I-I wasn’t sure if I was... If it was just work, or...”

My skin itched as he paused, drawing back to meet my gaze. “Just work? No. I have a job – one I love – but I’ve never pursued a client for my own interests. Not until you.”

I felt my cheeks heat further, one hand snaking up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. “That’s a relief... Though I’m surprised I’m so special.”

He laughed, hand finally dipping lower to glide along my wetness, making me gasp softly. “I prefer unique, Snowflake.” I could only nod and rut against his palm, desperate for him to press between my folds and offer some form of friction- something, anything to press against. He smirked at my evident neediness, one fingertip finding my clit and tapping lightly, groaning when my nails tightened against his skin. “Oh, look how wet you are, sweet boy... All from thinking about me bending you over and using you like a fuck doll, hm?”

With a whimper, I nodded, breath hiccupping in my chest as his lips skimmed mine. “Yes- God, yes, Sir... I-I’ve been thinking about the things you did to me since the moment I left – barely been able to leave the room for squirming...”

A shiver went down my spine as he finally kissed me deeply, fingers probing at my slick pussy expertly, my knees weakening. “Is that right, my sweet boy? I hope you weren’t touching this pretty cunt without permission...”

Stammering, I bit my lip, eyes closing at the delicious teasing between my legs. “I-I... O-once. I couldn’t help myself, Lieutenant. I’m sorry...”

With a soft growl, he nipped at my pulse, drawing his hand back once more. “Shut up. I don’t want to hear your excuses. Get your pants off and get on the bed.” I felt my face pale minutely, uncertainly, but he offered me a subtle wink and a kiss to my cheek, his fingertips caressing my jaw. “Don’t worry, sweet Snowflake,” he breathed, “I’m not mad.”

Relieved, I shimmied quickly from my sweatpants, flopping on my back on the sheets and stretching my hands high over my head, purring luxuriously. His tongue darted out over his lips as he took me in, and I felt my body tingle under his gaze.

“Keep going. Slowly,” he added as my hands moved to the hem of my shirt. Obediently, I lessened my pace, arching to allow the cotton to clear hipbones, then ribs, then finally pass over my head. His eyes moving over me sent jolts of electricity through my bones, but he held up a hand when I reached for my boxers. “Wait.” He moved to sit beside me, pressing my knees to my chest, running a palm over the exposed, damp fabric between my legs and earning a quiet whimper. “Okay… Continue.”

I felt vulnerable as I fumbled beneath me, pulling my waistband over the curve of my ass and along my thighs. No sooner had the material cleared my shins than I yelped in surprise, his tongue firm as it trailed along my dripping slit. His hand tangled in my underwear, using the fabric to pin my legs in place, squeezed together and flush to my torso as his mouth explored his offered reward. I could only squirm and whine, body jerking frantically in a desperate attempt to press myself closer to him – a sharp slap applied to my ass for my efforts.

“Still.”

I whimpered again, unable to stop wriggling under him, and a whine escaped my clenched teeth when he drew back. “N-no! Don’t- I need you to- Please, Lieutenant…”

He shifted to my side, pushing my legs down, my boxers pinned under his foot holding me fast. “You were told to be still, and you weren’t. I should punish you for you for your disobedience…” Leaning closer, he trailed his lips along my jaw, purring. “And my name is Greg. Gregor Tyne. I want you sobbing it when I finally let you come for me, Snowflake.”

Greg.

Lieutenant Tyne.

I was still grinning to myself when he moved, kneeling beside my head and fumbling with his belt. “Open that pretty mouth. You’re gonna suck my cock – and if you do well, I’ll fuck you through this mattress, just like you wanted.” My lips parted automatically, one hand shifting to help him free his hard length from its confinement, swallowing at the sight before me. His fingertips skimmed my cheek, finding my jaw to tip my head up to meet his gaze. “It’s okay,” he breathed quietly, his eyes soft. “I’ve got you. I’ll talk you through it.”

Nodding slowly, I shifted closer, letting his leaking tip slip into my mouth slowly and earning a ragged exhale for my efforts. His fingers moved to tangle in my hair, guiding me patiently along his length until he nudged the back of my throat, making me gag instinctively. “Swallow,” he murmured, and my eyes closed in pleasure as I obeyed and he used the rolling muscle movement to slide deeper inside me.

He sat there for a moment, his body quivering under the strain of his motionlessness, before slowly pulling back, letting me breathe hard before pressing forward once more. Over and over he thrust carefully into my throat, always gentle with me, his pace building only minutely as passion threatened to overcome his restraint.

I relished the taste of him on my tongue, his cock in my throat driving every other thought from my mind, a muffled whimper resounding around him as his fingers found me once more. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” he purred, leaning closer, bent over my head as he slowly pressed two fingertips inside me. “Just lay here squirming, begging for your Lieutenant to come back and make you feel good…” A snatched gasp and a frantic nod had him grinning, his digits curling inside me to make my body tremble. “I wonder how messy you can get for me, my sweet boy… I’m used to a life at sea, you know.”

My spine arched as he worked himself deeper, eyes widening in ecstasy and surprise as he brushed against a spot inside me that had my muscles clenching desperately, but only served to make him smirk. “Just there, Snowflake? … Hm… I think that’s it, isn’t it? That’s how we make my little pet soak his sheets…”

He drew back to let me pant raggedly, a rough whine torn from my flushed lips. “Y- Oh, God, I- It’s too good, I- I can’t- I-”

His hand found my throat as he pinned me to the sheets, hand working me harder. “Give it to me, Soldier. Give me everything you have. I want every fucking inch of you. You’re mine now, do you hear me?” Another nod, and he leant down to kiss me, his own throbbing arousal forgotten as he make me whimper and convulse. “Let it go, Snowflake.”

A frantic cry escaped me as my body released, and I felt my face flame as my pussy flooded around his digits, the unmistakable sound of liquid on cotton filling the room as I gushed over my sheets. But he gave me no respite, plunging his hand back inside me as soon as he could, only drawing out to let me soak the bed ever further. Again, and again, until I was shaking desperately, muscles twitching, fingers clinging to the bedding in a futile attempt to keep myself grounded.

And then he leant down to kiss me gently, chuckling at my ragged breathing. “Good?”

“Fuck-” I rasped, hands shifting to instead grasp at him, tangling in his shirt and dragging at it needily. “More. More, please. Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

His face grew serious and he pulled me closer, his mouth on mine moving to an urgency that made my nerves sing. I found myself straddling his hips, his cock pressed against me imploringly, and all it took was a short nod on my behalf for him to sheath himself inside me, his hands on my waist pulling me down to take me deeply. A satisfied, starved groan rattled in my chest as he rocked me atop him, grinding me against him fluidly, his thumb finding my clit as he kept himself earth-shatteringly joined with me.

My nails scraped down his chest, earning me a hiss of pained pleasure at the crimson lines marring his skin, eternally tanned from a life on the ocean. “Are you trying to mark me, pet?” he muttered, head falling back as he lifted me easily on his length. I hadn’t chance to respond before he jerked me back down, fingers digging harder into his flesh at the vulnerability. “You belong to me – not the other way around. Do you hear me?”

My lips parted to quip back, but he held me still and snapped his hips up, making me yelp in pleasure, any argument dying as he set up a fierce, consuming pace. “Yes- Oh, God, yes. Yours.”

“Mine,” he growled, his own nails pricking my skin as he slammed harder against me, my hands finding his taut bicep for purchase as my muscles trembled. “That’s it, boy. Give it to me. I’m not done with you yet.”

A desperate yowl escaped me as I felt myself flood atop him, the Lieutenant drawing out just long enough to let my juices soak him with a soft groan before shifting to pin me to the mattress, my wrists in one of his strong hands while the other stroked my clit. “Plea- fuck- I-”

“Come for me, pet. Make that pretty pussy come all over my cock, and I’ll fill you up, just like you want.” Another nod, and he growled, kissing me deeply. “Beg for it. Beg for my come, Snowflake.”

“Please!” I gasped, back arching. “Please, I-I need it, I need you, please- come in me, please-” I cut myself off with a whimper, and he slowed, one eyebrow raised.

“What?” he pressed, hand stilling where he stroked me, and I whined, attempting to rut on his length and chase my impending release, but he stretched my arms higher, pinning me to the bed and earning a frantic sob. “Say it.”

“B-Breed me,” I stammered, blushing, unable to deny my pussy clenching tighter around him at my words.

He paled, just a little, glancing down. “I thought you couldn’t-”

I kissed him deeply, grasping at his shoulders needily. “I can’t. It’s just…”

“A fantasy,” he purred, nodding, slowly increasing his pace. “You want me to stuff this cute little cunt with my come? Make you good and fat with my babies, hm?” I mewled despite myself, fingers grasping frantically at nothing as I fought to contain myself. “Do you think you deserve my come in your pussy, pet? Think you deserve to get bred like the whore you are? D’y-” He cut himself off with a guttural groan as my back arched, a wail building in my chest as he unmade me, refocusing his efforts on pounding into me as my climax overtook me, my cry building to a deafening sob, all but thrashing beneath him as every muscle in my body clenched and quivered.

“Yes- fuck! Yessir, Yes L-Lieutenant Tyne, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He groaned as he buried himself inside me, his fingers digging desperately into the flesh of my wrist as he rested his forehead against my shoulder, shuddering violently before drawing back to kiss me lightly.

“So… Breeding.”

I turned crimson and shrugged, trailing my fingertips over his bare, sweat-damp chest. “It was a surprise to me, too,” I defended, and he laughed, pulling me closer, one hand teasing the tangled strands of my hair from my cheek.

“Hey- I’m not complaining. Breeding the infamous Winter Soldier… I’m honoured,” he replied seriously, and I blushed deeper as he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “… Can I see you again?”

“I must be a good lay, after all the experience you’ve had,” I chuckled, then felt myself pale. “Wait- no, I-I didn’t mean- I-”

He simply laughed, shaking his head fondly, and tugged me nearer still. “You’re exceptional – between the sheets and out of them,” he replied softly, his fingertips tracing my jawbone. “Actually… I’d quite like to take you on a date. Or… At least… Watch a movie, or something, if you don’t want to go out. Do something other than fuck. Not just fuck,” he added, grinning, and kissed me tenderly. “I’d still very much like fucking you to be in there somewhere.”

Snorting, I rolled my eyes, leaning against his chest with a contented sigh. “A date it is, Lieutenant.”

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Silhouettes In the Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - One

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, differing opinions, Hollywood drama

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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HEADLINES:

New York Times Bestseller is being turned into major motion picture.

Production Powerhouse SHEILD acquired rights to Author Y/N Y/L/N’s debut novel.

Bucky Barnes’ Fanfiction About To Hit The Big Screen From Its Book Adaptation.

Fans Hoping James Barnes is picked to play lead role in adaptation, twitter is being sent into a meltdown.

Is Bucky Barnes Being Roped Into Playing Rhys Bass? Here are 10 swoon worthy reasons why he would be perfect.

Who is Y/N Y/L/N? Inside scoop on the author of Bookstagram and BookTok sensations, (yes including the one based on Bucky Barnes)

Are books that were Fan-Fiction worth spending money on? Here is our top five list starting with Y/N Y/L/N’s ‘I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once’.

Read Bucky Barnes’ previous scathing take on fan-fiction about himself!

Uh oh, James Barnes spotted with best-friend Loki Laufeyson as movie adaptation announced, looking glum!

Y/N Y/L/N says ‘Fan-fiction gave her the creative outlet to improve her writing. Says it is a dream come true to be published’ — and have a movie adaptation.

Author Y/N Y/L/N says people can have their opinions on book origins and inspirations. Does this brew trouble for SHEILD? Read her catty remarks in response to an old Bucky Barnes interview here!

Bucky Barnes Spotted Outside SHEILD Productions Is THE MOVIE Being Discussed?

Bucky runs a hand over his face, this meeting was droning on and on without a point being reached. So what if a book that was fan-fiction about him is being made into a movie? He just needs to know about his next role.

“Is there a point to this?” He questions pushing away the various pages of articles printed out with highlighted points over several sections, Sam gives him a glance.

“We’re trying to tell you that we want you to pursue this role.” The executive producer, Alexander Pierce smiles and Bucky sits up by straighter.

“No.” Bucky says, “Sam, absolutely not.” He gives a glare across the board.

“Listen this book is an absolute hit, the story is actually beautiful.” Sam defends the book. Bucky clicks his tongue.

“This is a book, with a character inspired by me, because this author had to change my name and major things when it was converted. You all know, I do not delve into the whole fan-fiction thing.” Bucky looks at the hardcover book, at least there isn’t a male model on it. The cover is simple— a vase with a sunflower and a pink lily.

“We went over this, I distanced myself from even speaking on this when the book got published.” Bucky runs a hand through his hair.

“I know and at that time avoiding reading or commenting was fine. It has been about two years since that. Listen this book good get you all the nominations we need and the win you want.” Sam offers temptation. He read the book he knows Bucky will love the role.

“Listen what we can do is maybe set up a meeting with the author, she’s a—,”

“A fan?” Bucky raises a brow, reading your name on the spine of the book.

“Well that can be said also you could read the book, make the decision willingly.” Maria Hill adds her expression unreadable.

“Willingly?” He looks from Sam to the executive panel.

“You have a five movie deal with the production house, this is the fourth we have lined up.” Nicky Fury says and the remaining executives shrug.

Bucky looks at Sam.

“If you would like a contract extension, I suggest you agree.” Alexander smirks, Bucky bites his tongue.

“Just give the book a chance and the author. She’s really nice and not creepy at all.” Sam explains and Bucky scoffs.

“You’ve met her then?” He raises a brow.

“Well I do sift everything for you to sniff out the bullshit.” Sam gives an easy grin.

Bucky turns to the executive panel, “What if I say no, even after?”

Maria Hill purses her lips, “Then the other movie slated for this year is being directed by Brock Rumlow.”

Sam whips his head to Bucky in warning, and his own eyes widen.

“That trashy director who only caters to the ego of men?” Sam scoffs.

“The same Brock Rumlow who I swore to never work with?” Bucky adds, “He represents misogyny and so much racism as well as sexism how can you even still employee—,”

“These are the two projects we have open for you this year. You may take time to read the book and then make your call.” Fury cuts him off, “Otherwise the decision will be made for you.”

“We’ll be in touch.” Sam says and they rise from their chairs. Opting not to have this go any further south and have Bucky take the time to process everything.

Bucky looks around the room, grabbing the book with a reluctance. He thanks everyone before leaving the room behind Sam.

“Who is the director for this movie?” Bucky questions him.

“There are talks to rope in the Parker-Danvers duo or it may be given to Natasha.” Sam answers.

“So they are banking a lot of success for this if the hopeful directors have those names being scouted.” Bucky hums quietly, peering down at the book. Thumb tracing over the lily wondering what significance that held in the story.

Sam takes it from him tucking the book into his bag, “I’ll give it to you at home, don’t want the paps to get any ideas.”

Bucky sighs, retrieving his sunglasses as the elevator doors open. A figure hastily exits and collides against his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry!” You look up at him, Bucky looks down at you. Your eyes are red, you sniffle.

“Y/N?” Sam questions. Bucky’s brows furrow, why is your name familiar? Then it hits him as he realises you are the author, but why are you upset?

Hastily you wipe at your eyes and face Sam with a smile.

“Oh, Sam hi! I’m sorry I’m running late that’s why I collided into you, I’m sorry again about that Mr. Barnes.” Your eyes shift to Bucky, his frown is evident and you wonder if you messed up, royally.

“No, it’s… are you okay?” Bucky raises a brow, you nod. It doesn’t seem as though he bought the wordless lie, hell you don’t believe you’re okay either.

“Did someone say something?” Sam questions worry lacing his tone, your phone starts ringing.

You make a displeased sound at the contact name. Bucky catches the name of Maria Hill.

“Shoot, I’m really sorry, I hope we can meet again under better circumstances.” You look to both, your eyes linger upon Bucky’s blue ones.

You swear your previous works that describe his eyes don’t do them even a minuscule of justice.

Bucky watches on, as you answer the phone and inform that you’re on the way inside.

“Yes, I know they don’t—,” you huff, “Look, I’d like the integrity of my written characterisation preserved and respected. The lead is supposed to be a plus size woman—, when the rights were bought I—,” You grit your teeth, frustratedly wiping at the corners of your eyes.

Stupid fucking tears.

Bucky looks towards Sam, who watches you with an expression bordering on sympathy. His gaze shifts back to you, as you again try and fail to hide your incoming tears, part of him wants to reach out to offer comfort.

The other part screams at him to keep himself in check.

“Can we discuss this inside, please? Thank you. I will be there in two minutes.” You inhale deeply, trying to centre yourself, the breakdown you restricted to the confines of elevator was short lived.

Sam and Bucky exchange another glance as you lock and pocket your phone. Sam already knew this was going to occur, he had skimmed over the list of the shortlisted actresses. None matched your written lead in physical characteristics.

“I hope so too. To meet in better circumstances.” Bucky adds with a smile, hoping to ease your worry. You look up at him with a small smile. Shoulders ever so slightly sag with relief.

“Thank you. I, um, I’ll get to,” you point towards the conference room direction. “It was really nice meeting you both.” You want to say more to Bucky but you hold off.

“Likewise.” Sam smiles waving as you turn away. Bucky watches you go, he then turns to his agent/manager who has one brow raised and a smile.

“What?” Bucky questions, stepping into the elevator.

“Nothing at all, Mr. Barnes.” Sam teases usually Bucky was quick to correct anyone being formal with him.

Bucky rolls his eyes, putting on the sunglasses as the flurry of paparazzi begin taking his pictures as he walks to Sam’s car.

The driver carefully pulls them through the parking lot and the mob of flashing cameras.

He ponders over why you were upset? He didn’t know several things about the book, just a few facts that it was first fan-fiction written about him. Bucky’s experience in reading that genre for quenching his curiosity had left him queasy at some of the things and also incredibly impressed by how some writers had him down to a t.

He knew it was an escape for so many people, providing comfort either by writing or reading him or his characters in scenarios that either took him by surprise or just borderline made him wonder about how he was perceived.

He wondered which category you fell into with your work, or where you made changes before the book was published. He did enjoy reading most of his Instagram was of his kindle or a paperback with his cup of coffee or a few on film pictures he had taken that matched the aesthetic of the book.

Bucky had a monthly livestream in which he would round up his reading list, it gave him a chance to connect with his fans and share his own love for reading. He loved interacting, but unfortunately his interactions were limited over the years to these round up videos or a few meet and greets.

At the point in his career at which he was didn’t come without a price to pay in many aspects. He swallows the lump in his throat.

He focuses on what occurred two years ago when your book hit the shelves.

The headlines that it made and every interview had the same questions.

Has he read it?

Will he read it?

Have you reached out to him?

What does he think about the sex scenes?

Have you become his favourite author?

Will he ever meet you?

Does he know you intimately?

Bucky knew, that you wrote him without his bionic metal arm.

The interviewer had questioned him so invasively, he actually just stared at the man for several seconds before formulating an answer. He didn’t know what else occurred in the story. He only hoped you didn’t turn the character inspired by him into someone complete or whole and sugar coat things. He knew he was flawed even beyond the arm. He hoped your character despite the outcome of the book remained human, believable.

Bucky takes off his gloves, the metal softly gleams in the sunlight as he flexes his fingers.

“Give me the book.” He murmurs and Sam gazes at him curiously then smiles.

“You’re giving the book a chance?” Sam begins to retrieve the book.

“I’m giving the story a chance like any script.” Bucky holds the book carefully, fingers of his left hand tracing the embossed title, then the flowers.

Yelena enters the room after you’ve settled into your seat in front of the executive panel at SHEILD Productions. Alexander Pierce keeps staring at you and even though you’re pretty covered up with the turtleneck. His sleazy intense gaze still rubs you the wrong way.

“Yes, now that Miss Belova is here, finally, we may begin.” Sharon Carter assistant to Alexander gives a sneer to the two of you.

“I appreciate the hospitality, Ms. Carter, I suppose the meeting notes will include the facial expressions you made?” Yelena raises a brow, you purse your lips trying not to laugh.

Maria Hill clears her throat, everyone turns to her, “Well, we heard you’re facing some issues regarding the casting?” She questions right off the bat.

“The female lead of my book is a plus sized woman. When your production house bought the rights to turn this into a movie I only agreed if the physical characteristics were honoured of both the main leads.” You explain, the publishing house warned you from being too vocal but your talent agent — Yelena Belova didn’t agree and so you were here fighting for the integrity of your book to be preserved.

“Miss Y/L/N, I hear you desperately need the money coming in from the movie and even are considering being an executive producer, yes?” Alexander rests his chin on his palm with a cheshire grin.

You swallow thickly. Yelena purses her lips this news was not supposed to be public.

“And I believe your mother’s recent illnesses has left your family in turmoil, so unless your next novel or this movie is a full fledged success you won’t be able to keep the roof on your head. A newbie little author like you just starting out and already making such great demands? Hasn’t your publication date been pushed back? For a third time now?” Alexander tuts, giving you a pitiful look.

“I don’t even know how are you a bestselling author of three books.” Sharon scoffs, Maria shoots her a warning look.

You swallow down the reluctance to stay quiet, “I think you should ask my reviewers that, the comments on my Goodreads page can explain your lack of information.”

Yelena chuckles, “Assistants usually are silent aren’t they? And shouldn’t you be fetching coffee for everyone? Or are you incompetent Ms. Carter?”

“I believe I did order a green tea.” Nick muses, Sharon pushes her chair back. Huffing as she leaves.

You sigh, “I just would request you please reconsider to preserve—,”

“We are trying to rope in Bucky Barnes to play Rhys Bass.” Maria cuts you off, you look at Yelena having already discussed your own discomfort for him to play a role he has a strong public stance against.

“His public stance doesn’t matter.” Yelena shrugs, “To them.” She gestures with a tilt of her head towards the panel.

“He would have to play the movie without his arm is he comfortable with that?” You request to know you cannot just order a person.

“Mr. Barnes can make his own decisions, we however are willing to offer to buy the TV rights to your second book as well.” Nick Fury speaks.

“Oh, that is generous.” You look to Yelena, she nods, catching onto the undercurrent you feel.

“You want her to back down from her stance.” She narrows her eyes.

“And also handle the social media backlash.” Maria adds with a wave of her hand.

“I—,” You begin, Yelena places a hand on your arm.

“Creative outlooks differed and the main producers took the call.” Yelena offers, it would save you from being called a sell out to a certain extent.

The board looks at each other, then all three nod. Sharon enters placing Nick’s cup down, her glare stays upon you and Yelena.

“Alright, we’ll put in an offer for the series when the auction time comes in.” Nick smiles, you follow Yelena’s lead by standing. Hands are shook but you don’t feel any better than coming into the office.

“You’re lucky you’ve been given this chance Miss Y/L/N, I suggest you not mess your clearly bright future up.” Alexander warns his other hand clasps over yours, you stiffen as he leans in further.

“It would be a shame to see talent wasted. Bucky Barnes knows where his success lies and how to get there. I suggest you learn to keep your head down.” His palm moves along your wrist to your forearm, you stay frozen in place.

Yelena pushes her chair into your side and you stumble away from Alexander.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Mr. Pierce.” Yelena feigns concern for him as you gather yourself. Leaving the conference room.

As you both stand quietly in the elevator; Yelena rubs her hand across your back offering comfort.

“It’ll be okay, I have an auction set up for the second book, you focus on writing your fourth, okay? They understand your troubles and the dates pushed back.” She tries comforting you, “I’ll make sure only Matt handles your contracts from now on, okay?”

“Thats what the agency said last time Yelena, the TV Series better not fuck up the representation.” You look up at her, all the supportive comments and messages from your fans about how they felt seen and heard in your books swirled in your mind.

“I know but the Publication house—,”

“They are scavengers? Eat every little piece of meat down to the bone?” You offer cutting her off.

She nods, “The royalties are good, we’ll make sure you have better financial gain as well, with being tied in and the advance I know it has been hard, but at least things are set in motion?” She urges you to look on the bright side.

You bite the inside of your cheek then nod.

“I want to know how they know?” You wonder.

“I think the agency will have an answer. I’ll find out what I can, give me twenty four hours okay? Put on your sunglasses.” She reminds as the elevator doors open, you put them on, sighing again.

“I’ll have it handled.” She assures.

“Thank you. I’m sorry about snapping its just, I told you how important it was, I changed so much from the original draft that it was…” You trail off.

“I know, I read the fanfic first didn’t I?” She smiles, reminiscent of the plethora of emails she sent to convince you to turn the fanfic into a book.

As the car you settle into begins moving out, the cameras catch your exit and you realise that to generate buzz, SHEILD had timed your meeting right after Sam and Bucky.

HEADLINES:

Y/N Y/L/N exits SHEILD half hour after James Barnes are we getting our casting wishes granted?

Female Lead? More Like MIS-lead, read all about the actresses in consideration for the anticipated ‘I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once’ Adaptation.

Bestseller or Sellout? Body Positivity Advocate, Inclusivity Encourager and Writer Y/N Y/L/N Is Keeping Quiet On a BIG Characterisation Change.

Fans Furious At SHEILD Productions For Disrespecting Author’s Creative Vision. Petition Formed, with 60,000 Signatures Already.

Bucky Barnes spotted with hardcover of I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once, Can We Expect Good News?

Bucky Barnes Scheduled Livestream To Discuss Books That Caught His Attention— Is A Certain Newly Famous Author On His Mind?

Loki Laufeyson To Play Best Friend On Screen Roped In By SHEILD Productions for Second Lead In ITIMYIMDO.

Y/N Y/L/N looking Nervous As Paparazzi Swarm Her Home, Yelena Belova of BW Talents Working With Cyber Unit of NYPD To Find Out Who Leaked The Data.

Author Y/N Y/L/N Spotted With Actor Bucky Barnes, seems like they have buried the hatchet? Do We Expect Bucky Barnes to say yes to playing Rhys Bass? We have an exclusive sound bite recorded by an onlooker!

A.N.: I'm back with a multi-part series, also if anyone is confused about what fanfic turned into a movie, i've taken my own previous written Bucky fanfic, I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once as the fanfic turned book turned movie for this fic. I hope you enjoy reading this fic, i developed the concept right in the middle of showering (TMI i know but aren't the best ideas formulated in the shower?)

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mthofferings · 7 months

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Lady Gigi

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Preferred contact methods: Email: [email protected] Twitter: LadyGigiArt Discord: LadyGigi#5001 DeviantArt: jijikero

Preferred organizations: - Anything from the list of approved organizations

Will create works that contain: Genderswap (F to M), MxM platonic/romantic relationships, Peter Maximoff (Evan Peters), canon, canon-divergent, historical/movie/books/no powers AU, mutual pining, miscommunication, angst, happy ending, domestic/slice of life, fantasy, getting together, established couple, love confessions, first kiss, first time, hurt/comfort angst, dark, mpreg, omegaverse, furry, dubcon, non-con, themes, most kinks/BDSM, incest, SFW, NSFW

Will not create works that contain: Genderswap (M to F), sexual acts with minors and animals (Rocket being the one exception), hetero pairings, FxF pairings, Pietro Maximoff (Aaron Taylor Johnson), bodily waste kinks, food kink, dismemberment/extreme gore, death, mech/machinery, x-ray vision

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Auction ID: 1035

Will create works for the following relationships: Bucky Barnes/Any - Any Universe Logan/Any - Any Universe Loki/Any - Any Universe Peter Parker/Any - Any Universe Remy LeBeau/Any - Any Universe Stephen Strange/Any - Any Universe Steve Rogers/Any - Any Universe Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - Any Universe Tony Stark/Any - Any Universe Wade Wilson/Any - Any Universe

Work Description: I'll create one 1-6 panel(s) A3 size (11"x17") pencil comic page with digital lettering and simple backgrounds of two male characters (for Character/Any: one Marvel male from the relationships listed above and the other male from ANY universe even outside of Marvel if you want). Digital file will be sent by email. If the auction exceeds $75, then the comic page will be inked traditional (digital can be requested but will take longer to complete). If bids exceed $150, then a page will be added (additional pages added in $100 increments at $250, $350, $450, maxing 6 pages at $550). If bids exceed $350, then the pages will be colored in Photoshop. If somehow bids go over $550, then another male character can be added. References such as pictures, descriptions of the clothes/poses/settings, etc. would be extremely helpful but specifically noting the desired universe—while I specialize in comic/anime/manga/chibi, I can imitate other art styles. You can write the dialogue or you can leave it to my discretion. Also, I may be a smut creator, but I do enjoy drawing comedic and wholesome stuff too. After the auction, please reach out to me with a description of your request before the new year (when I will start the request). If this is won by a pod bid, then please have all the details (comics-wise, who's paying for shipping if they want a page and who gets what page) ready by 2024 as well. I will provide a very loose rough draft and allow one round of edits/revisions. After the pages have been completed, the original pencil/ink drawing can be mailed at the auction winner's expense if requested (cost to be confirmed).

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit

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Auction ID: 2024

Will create works for the following relationships: Bruce Banner/Any - MCU Edwin Jarvis/Any - MCU Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier - Any Universe Hank McCoy/Any - Any Universe Howard Stark/Any - MCU Quentin Beck/Any - MCU Rocket Raccoon/Any - Any Universe Pietro Maximoff/Any - X-Men movieverse Ultron/Any - MCU Jeff the Land Shark & Loki - Any Universe

Work Description: I'll create one 1-6 panel(s) A3 size (11"x17") pencil comic page with digital lettering and simple backgrounds of two male characters (for Character/Any: one Marvel male from the relationships listed above and the other male from ANY universe, even outside of Marvel if you want). Digital file will be sent by email. If the auction exceeds $75, then the comic page will be inked traditional (digital can be requested but will take longer to complete). If bids exceed $150, then a page will be added (additional pages added in $100 increments at $250, $350, $450, maxing 6 pages at $550). If bids exceed $350, then the pages will be colored in Photoshop. If somehow bids go over $550, then another male character can be added. References such as pictures, descriptions of the clothes/poses/settings, etc. would be extremely helpful but specifically noting the desired universe—while I specialize in comic/anime/manga/chibi, I can imitate other art styles. You can write the dialogue or you can leave it to my discretion. Also, I may be a smut creator, but I do enjoy drawing comedic and wholesome stuff too. After the auction, please reach out to me with a description of your request before the new year (when I will start the request). If this is won by a pod bid, then please have all the details (comics-wise, who's paying for shipping if they want a page and who gets what page) ready by 2024 as well. I will provide a very loose rough draft and allow one round of edits/revisions. After the pages have been completed, the original pencil/ink drawing can be mailed at the auction winner's expense if requested (cost to be confirmed). For Rocket/Any, I would love to draw Rocket/Capwolf.

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit

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Auction ID: 3009

Will create works for the following relationships: Bruce Banner & Clint Barton & Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Tony Stark & Thor - MCU Frigga & Loki - MCU Madisynn King & Wong - MCU Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker - MCU Nick Fury & Talos - MCU Jeff the Land Shark-centric - Any Universe Bruce Banner & Hela & Loki & Thor & Valkyrie - MCU Edwin Jarvis & Howard Stark & Tony Stark - MCU Peter Parker & Peter Parker & Peter Parker - MCU, TASM, Spider-Man (Raimi trilogy) Floor & Lylla & Rocket Raccoon & Teefs - MCU

Work Description: I'll create one 1-6 panel(s) A3 size (11"x17") pencil comic page with lettering and simple backgrounds for ONE of the ten ships listed. Digital file will be sent by email. If the auction exceeds $100, then the comic page will be inked traditional (digital can be requested but will take longer to complete). If bids exceed $200, then a page will be added (additional pages added in $150 increments: $350, $500, maxing 5 pages at $650). If bids exceed $350, then the pages will be colored in Photoshop. References such as pictures, descriptions of the clothes/poses/settings, etc. would be helpful but not necessary. You can write the dialogue or you can leave it to my discretion. Also, I may be a smut creator, but I do enjoy drawing comedic and wholesome stuff too. After the auction, please reach out to me with a description of your request before the new year (when I will start the request). If this is won by a pod bid, then please have all the details (comics-wise, who's paying for shipping if they want a page and who gets what page) ready by 2024 as well. I will provide a very loose rough draft and allow one round of edits/revisions. After the pages have been completed, the original pencil/ink drawing can be mailed at the auction winner's expense if requested (cost to be confirmed). For the Jarvis & Howard & Tony prompt, I'll draw kid Tony.

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature

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Her name is Sarah : Part 12 (Bucky Barnes)

Pairings : Bucky Barnes x original female character

Warnings : Past rape, protagonist was sexual abuse victim, past abuse, scars, blood .

Summary : Who could say that a normal night walk would change Bucky Barnes life forever, when he finds a distressed woman with blood stained clothes seated next to a New York’s street dust bin , holding her naked newborn baby in her arms staring at the blue eyed man with her vulnareble hazel eyes.

Part 12 (Part 11)

"Sorry… I forgot to knock before coming in" Bucky once again thawed from his glacier, realizing that he had entered in a very intruding way.

"No it's alright, I had left the bathroom's door open to keep an eye on my baby … and…forgot to close the room's door…" the lady replied, bending down for a moment to pick up her handkerchief from the bed, making the male's gaze notice the open zipper of her dress, from where he caught some glimpses of her visibly battered and bruised back .

" Your zipper... is open" Bucky commented, in a trance-like manner .

“ Ah… I couldn't reach till there… it's alright.. as long as my dress doesn't fall down…” she answered, after standing straight in front of him again.

“If you want…I can do it for you?” He offered his assistance, silencing the woman's upcoming breaths, until she wordlessly nodded and turned around to let him do the task.

The moment was so unrealistically beautiful for Bucky because he couldn't believe that the lady had trusted him... to accept his aid when she needed it.

Keeping his non-stop thinking aside, he concentrated his gaze on the woman's back, and couldn't help but stare at the painful wounds dug deep into her flesh . Cigarette burns, cuts, bruises and whole teeth marks casting shadows on her skin. Somehow, because God knows how, he finally pulled the dress's zipper up. “ Done” He whispered, huskily, yet with an aching voice after which she turned around and got her glare on his chest level.

“I believe you are not using the ointment the doctor has prescribed you on your wounds. Maybe I should ask Wanda or Natasha to help you apply it on your back” Bucky suggested, feeling a nervous sexual tension in this room, where they're only he and this consciously attractive lady …well…besides the soundly asleep baby boy.

“ They don't worry me … they will go away by themselves... of course if they want to go…” she muttered with a pained heart.

“Did you sleep well last night? I heard your baby crying many times…”

“ He's a baby after all, he was waking up when he was hungry... the doctor told me that the breast milk is easily digested so he gets hungry quite often… did we disturb you?” The enchantingly beautiful lady spoke, after taking a seat on the bed next to her food and getting slightly worried about the sounds of her little boy.

“No… no... of course not. I was thinking of you. The doctor asked me to make sure you rested well, and I felt like you were awake for most of the night” Bucky replied, joining the woman on the mattress, only the tray of food separating them.

“ …That well... you have let me stay here in your place, that itself is a big rest for me. I never thought… that I could sleep…without worrying about … him… coming into my room” She replied, moving her gaze from Bucky to look away, remembering her gray past.

“You don't have to think about him anymore, he will never ever... come into your life again …never” Bucky assured, in a violently passionate way, softly yet fiercely, pulling the lady’s gaze back at him, to stare at the burning truth in the male's eyes.

For a couple of large seconds, silence ruled the dormitory as both of them were caught up in each other's beauty and honesty.

“Now finish your breakfast quickly, before your baby wakes up” He spoke, smirking, bending his face closer to the lady’s, making her lips break into a gentle compassionate smile. She nodded and proceeded to eat from the tray.

“But… Why are you not eating? Where is your breakfast?” She asked him, after drinking the milk from the glass and adoringly carrying the white potion’s mustache above her deliciously moist lips.

“Hum… it's outside"

" Do you prefer to eat alone?"

" It is kind of a habit…I almost always eat alone"

At this latest exchange of words, the lady smirked slightly and let out a sigh because… she too has eaten alone for the past 20 years... but somewhere in her memories, she began having light colored flashes. And she wanted to share them with him …with Bucky.

" I… I have a memory of when I was a child … that we used to eat together... many girls and boys… around the same table" the woman spoke, filling Bucky's Gaze with curiosity.

"Where did you live when you were a child? Did they bother you too? "

"No... no… never… there I recall… that I used to play in the open playground with kids my age… everything was so nice... everyone was so kind…"

" Were you in your parents house? Those kids… were they your siblings or cousins?" Bucky tried to know more about it but he internally bit his tongue praying that this query doesn't anger the lady.

"I don't have any parents… nor any brother or sister. My only family is my son and for him only I live" The lady declared, pain gaining control of her trembling voice.

Bucky thought that he was getting closer to the truth this time, and wanted to clear his doubts right now. He wanted to ask her if she lived in an NGO or in an orphanage… but he couldn't bring his guts together to discuss this delicate topic further.

His dilemma finally rested in peace when he heard a doorbell .

" I'll go and check who it is," he declared, before leaving gracefully to attend to the guests.

When he opened the door, he was first greeted with a baby's empty pram, followed by a redhead and the Scarlet witch, who carried a DIY cradle in one hand whilst a small mattress occupied her other limb.

" You guys? What is all this?" Bucky asked them, after the ladies made their way into his hall.

"Well...Natasha bought a pram for the baby and I got her a newborn's cradle. I am sure... the lady will like these gifts" Wanda spoke, hopefully, making Bucky smile in anticipation before leading both of them to the unnamed women's room.

When they were halfway there, Natasha handed the former assassin a book.

" And this is for you …you will need it..."she said, winking

"Baby and the mom?"

"Yeah …it's a very good book about how to take care of a newborn and the postpartum woman… actually , it's a very good book for her too…give it to her if you wish" Natasha concluded, and as a response Bucky nodded.

The lady's eyes widened in surprise as she saw both familiar faces with the never seen before objects in their hands as they entered when she was eating the last pieces of her fruit , basically freezing on sight.

" Hi" Natasha spoke first, then Wanda repeated the same while Bucky kept the book on a chest of drawers.

" What is this?'' The lady could not help but ask as the first pangs of fright began enveloping her body.

"These are gifts for your newborn… .Natasha brought you a pram and I bought your baby a cradle… humm… it's a bed for your baby where he can sleep" Wanda replied to the woman, beginning to unpack the wooden pieces to figure out how to assemble it.

Meanwhile,fear grew stronger inside of the woman's gut as she was having none of it and eventually she pushed her almost empty food tray away, getting up from the bed slowly.

"Why will he sleep in that? He will… he will sleep with me... on my bed…by my side" The fearful woman said, doubtful yet with a voice laced with pain.

Both ladies realized that they had made a mistake in bringing these gifts, as the distrust was now evident from every corner of the woman's body.

Notes:

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

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Sugar Daddy

Into The Bucky-Verse

Pairing; CEO+Dad’s Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary; Bucky acts as your Sugar Daddy for the day. Whatever princess wants, princess gets ft. some fun in the changing room *wink wink*

Word Count; 3492

Warnings; NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, undefined age-gap, “cheating”, language, cursing, pet names, semi-public sex, daddy!kink, oral (male receiving), cum swallowing, teasing, clit play, unprotected vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note; This has been sitting in my drafts for months and I finally managed to finish it :) sorry if there are any mistakes.. enjoy!

Main Masterlist || Into The Bucky-Verse

Moodboard

“Get dressed, princess. I’m picking you up in an hour.”

That was the text Bucky had sent you. It was always exciting when Bucky would take you somewhere. Bucky hadn’t specified where he would take you, so you only wore your regular clothes; it was the middle of the day after all.

When you walked out to the car, you were surprised to find Bucky sitting in the driver seat. This was very out of character for him. You had never seen him drive before. He never drove unless it was necessary. His driver always drove him, and now you, around.

“Wheres Henry?”

“I gave him the day off; it's just you and me today, baby.”

You didn't think much of it and sat in the passenger seat. You watched Bucky out of the corner of your eyes. He had his signature cocky grin on his face that he always displayed when he was up to no good. He had his black sunglasses on and your favourite suit he owned, a black suit with white checkered lines.

The car window on his side was rolled down slightly, letting some of the cool breeze into the car. You didn't have to worry about anyone seeing you in the car. The windows were tinted black, so it was almost impossible to determine who was sitting in it.

Bucky's hand was placed on your thigh at all times. Once in a while, he would move upwards till he got to the inside of them, caressing your inner thigh before he moved back to their original place.

“Bucky… where are you taking me?”

“You'll see, baby girl, be patient.”

After 30 minutes of driving, you finally reached your destination. Bucky parked right in front of a clothing shop. You knew this place. You had never been to it, but it was a well-known store, for the rich and powerful at least. They had everything; clothes, shoes, lingerie, purses and jewellery. The prices ranged everywhere from a few ten thousand dollars to several million.

Bucky opened the passenger door for you and presented his hand for you to take. You hesitate. You and he were still sneaking around, and you didn't think going here was the best idea.

“Bucky, I don't think this is a good idea. What if someone recognises us? It will ruin my dad's reputation and yours as well.”

“Relax, baby. I know the owner of the store. She won't tell a soul. It's only going to be us. We are perfectly safe here, I promise. Do you trust me?”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before you took his hand in yours, “I trust you, Bucky.” Bucky kissed the back of your hand, “you are amazing, doll.”

Once you entered the store, a woman was waiting for you. You looked her up and down. She looked like she was a few years older than Bucky. She looked beautiful in the dress she wore, and she had a kind and warm smile on her face.

“Mr Barnes, it's lovely to see you again.”

“Rose,” Bucky greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, “it's good to see you as well.”

“Ah, and this must be the lovely young woman you were talking about, Mr Barnes.”

“Yes, this is my beautiful girlfriend.”

She gave you a hug that left you a little taken back, but you accepted and hugged her back.

“It's lovely to meet you, dear,” the next part she whispered so only you could hear, “James speaks so highly of you.” You had the biggest smile on your face when you parted.

“It's nice to meet you as well, ma’am.”

“Please, call me Rose.”

This was a little odd. This was the first person, except for Bucky's driver and good friend Henry, that knew about your relationship. You knew you and Bucky needed to keep your relationship under wraps for obvious reasons, but it felt so good that another person knew about the two of you; it made the relationship feel a little more real.

“Well, I’ll leave you guys to it. I’ll be in the back room. If you need help with anything, let me know.”

“Thank you, Rose,” Bucky replied politely.

The whole store was for you to explore in privacy. There was no need to worry about other people disturbing you.

Bucky came to stand behind you. His hands gripped your upper arms, and his head leaned on your shoulder. His mouth was inches from your ear as he spoke.

“Take a look around, doll. Take all the time you need. Buy whatever you want. It’s all on me.”

“So you’re my sugar daddy for the day, Bucky?”

He groaned at the name, excited to hear those words leave your lips. One of his hands came to rest around your throat. His actions had you part your lips.

“Daddy just wants to spoil his beautiful princess. She deserves anything she wants,” his lips caressed the shell of your ear. “Now go and have a look around. I’ll be waiting in the changing room for you. I want to see what you picked out.”

You swallowed hard under his hand. He wanted you to have a fashion show for him? You couldn’t deny that the idea excited you immensely.

He left your side so you could explore for yourself. You walked around the expensive store for a few minutes, looking at all the different garments that picked your interest. You cringed when you saw the ridiculous prices on some of the pieces.

The least you could do, for Bucky, was pick out a few items to try on.

You picked out a beautiful long dress, a necklace and some earrings to go with it. You calculate the prices of the items, and all together, they cost thousands of dollars. You owned expensive clothing, but nothing like this. It made you slightly uncomfortable to hold such costly items, but you would try them on for Bucky's sake. You knew he would love it, and you knew you would feel so beautiful with it on.

After searching for a bit, you found the changing room. It was only one of them, and it was massive. There were several seating areas and more mirrors than what was necessary. It was more of a showroom than a changing room.

Bucky was waiting for you on one of the sofas. His arms rested on the back of it, and his legs were crossed. His tongue peeked out to wet his lips when he saw you.

“You pick something out, princess?”

“Yeah,” you held up the dress to your body to show him as well as the necklace and earrings.

“That looks beautiful, but I want you to try these on first,” he held up a set of lingerie. It was a deep purple colour, and the lace details were out of this world. “Can you do that for me?”

You swallowed the massive lump that had formed in your throat. Oh, so he wanted you to have THAT kind of fashion show. He saw you hesitating, so he tried to persuade you some more.

“Please, darling, it would make me the happiest man right now.”

You nodded. You wanted to try them on for him. It was just that little voice in the back of your head telling you that it wasn’t such a good idea, you knew what the results of this show would be, and you can’t deny that it excited you.

You placed the dress and accessories to the side before you approached him, taking the pieces he held in his hand.

“There’s a small room over there,” he pointed to the corner of the room, “where you can change for me.”

You looked over, and sure enough, there was a door to an even smaller changing room, a changing room within a changing room.

You changed into the garment, stood for a few seconds and looked yourself up and down in the mirror. You looked fucking hot. The fit and colour complimented your curves to perfection. Bucky would go feral when you showed it to him.

A few minutes later, you walked out and came to stand a few steps from him. Bucky was in awe when he saw you. His eyes changed into a darker colour, and he had to adjust himself where he sat.

You weren’t sure what to do now, but Bucky encouraged you to come closer. “You look incredible, baby girl, so mouthwatering. Come here, let me have a closer look.”

Once you reached him, he took a grab of the back of your thighs, which had you gasp out, to pull you closer until you were standing between his now parted legs.

His hands caressed your sides, and his eyes took their time to scan every inch of your body in the lingerie set. You loved when he touched you. It was the greatest feeling in the world, so intoxicating, and it had you forget everything else that was happening outside of your secure bubble.

Once he was done looking you over, one of his hands palmed his growing bulge through his dress pants. His other took a firm grip on one of your ass cheeks.

“You like it, daddy?”

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You are going to be the death of me, kitten. Are you going to be a good girl and get on your knees for me?”

“Yes, daddy.”

When you got comfortable on your knees in front of him, your hands caressed his clothed thighs before one of them palmed his bulge through his pants. His mouth parted as you took a firm grab on him through the material.

“I need to feel your mouth on me.”

“What about Rose, Bucky?”

“Don’t worry. I told her not to bother us.”

Trusting his words, you undid the buckle of his belt, and with the help of Bucky, you pulled down his pants and underwear. A satisfied gasp left you as his dick sprung free.

Your hand took hold of his base as you peppered open-mouth kisses on his shaft before you licked at his slit. Bucky hissed out when you took the head in your mouth and suckled, your tongue teasing him with every suck.

You released him from your hold so you could run your hands all over your exposed skin, knowing how much he loved it when you touched yourself. You palmed your breasts through the bra and your legs closed to give some friction to your pussy.

“Shit, baby.”

He wrapped his hand around his dick. He had not been able to contain himself when you looked so beautiful and submissive on your knees for him. His hand focused on his tip where you had just sucked him a moment ago.

“No, daddy, let me.”

Bucky groaned at your comment and let you retake him. You licked the underside of his length, running the tip of your tongue on his protruding vein before you took his head in your mouth again, sucking and swirling your tongue on his tip, which earned you a deep groan from Bucky.

When you felt like he had endured enough teasing, you took all of him in your mouth till he reached the back of your throat.

You wrapped your hand around his base and focused on moving your hand on his shaft while your mouth gave all its attention to Bucky's sensitive tip, sucking and licking. Your hand and mouth moved in perfect sync on his dick as you gave him all the pleasure he could ever want.

His soft moans escaped him now and again as you did wonders on his cock. You looked up at him through your lashes and watched his face contour in pure pleasure, his eyes struggling to stay open to watch how you worked on him.

A moan from you was sounded against his dick, making it twitch in your grasp. He was ready to burst any second now.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby.”

As much as you would love for him to empty himself with his delicious seed in your mouth, your pussy was begging to be filled up by him. What more could you do than grant its wish.

You bobbed your head on his whole dick now, letting his tip tickle the back of your throat before his dick left your lips with a pop. You gave his head a few licks and kisses before you got to your feet again.

“Take your panties off.”

You took them off, and then he motioned you to turn around so you could sit on him. One of his arms wrapped around your torso, just underneath your clothed boobs, so he could pull you flush against his clothed chest, while his other grabbed hold of his dick so he could tease your entrance.

“Please, Bucky, fill me up.”

He granted you your wish, allowing you to line his dick with your entrance. He filled you up until he was situated entirely inside your needy pussy. Your mouth parted, and your eyes closed at the feel of him between your walls.

“Shit, so warm and tight for me, doll.”

He didn’t let you move on him right away. He took his sweet time in running his hands all over your exposed flesh. You fussed on top of him, becoming impatient.

“Please, Bucky.”

“Shh… be a good girl.”

Bucky looked straight ahead, and his dick twitched at the sight in front of him. The mirror on the wall gave him a perfect view of the two of you. Your body was on full display for him while his dick was buried deep within you.

“Fuck, baby,” his hand wrapped itself around your throat hard, “look at you. Fuck, you look like a work of art, princess.”

Your gaze shifted to the front, and now you saw what he saw. The view of him and you tangled together, in the best way possible, was so intoxicating and intimate.

“Come on now, baby girl, ride my cock. Take what’s yours.”

You lifted yourself till only his tip was inside you before you slowly pushed down on him again, letting him once again fill you. You did this a few times, moaning and whimpering as you did. Bucky was becoming impatient and encouraged you to pick up the pace.

“Show me how good you ride me; I want to see.”

You picked up the pace on his dick. One of his hands came around your throat again and squeezed hard. His eyes never left the mirror as he watched how you bounced on his cock; your clothed boobs followed in beat with your hips.

“You feel so good on me, baby doll.”

You were all noise, no words. His dick was brushing your sweet spot with each stroke. The earth-shattering feeling had your whole body shudder in delight. You were in pure heaven.

“F-fuck, it’s so g-good, Bucky. I love your cock.”

“Yeah? You love my cock in your tight pussy, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Y-ye-yes.”

“Good girl.”

Your orgasm was building up with each thrust of your hips. You focused on the way his length penetrated you and his fingers toying with your clit. You moved faster on him, wanting to reach the release you so desperately needed and craved for.

“I’m gonna cum.”

“Come on, baby girl, let me feel you.”

All you needed was his encouraging words and permission to let yourself go all over him.

You came around him. Your body convulsed as the pleasure travelled through your body. Bucky helped you move your hips on him in a steady rhythm to maximise your enjoyment. Your tight and warm walls fluttering around Bucky's dick teased his own orgasm, but he didn’t cum, not yet.

Once you had ridden out your orgasm and calmed down a bit, Bucky returned his fingers to your clit, teasing and playing with your sensitive nerve. His dick was still buried deep inside you.

You caught his glimpse in the mirror. You looked like a fucked-out mess. A thin layer of sweat coated your body, and your chest heaved as you struggled to control your breathing. Bucky wet his lips at the sight of you, satisfied that he had made you a mess, and by the looks of it, he was not yet done with making a complete mess of yourself.

“Aren’t you gonna cum, Bucky?”

“I’m not finished with you yet. I want one more orgasm from you before I spill my cum in your mouth.”

His fingers picked up their pace on your sensitive clit. Your second orgasm was approaching slowly. Your head lay on his shoulder as you basked in the sensitive pleasure. Bucky left sloppy kisses on your exposed neck and shoulder before they found your lips. His tongue moved against you in perfect sync as you tasted one another.

“Come on, baby. One more for me, yeah? You can do one more. I want to feel you all over me.” His rough voice was only a whisper against your lips as he said those sinful words.

“Bucky,” his name came out as a needy moan. You tried to close your legs; he wouldn’t let you, the pleasure so intense from the orgasm you had just a few minutes ago.

You came hard around his dick once more. Your body convulsions as pleasure took complete power over your body. A mix of moans and scream-like noises that you had no control over escaped you. Your walls clenched around Bucky as his dick was begging to cum as well. Bucky watched you in the mirror. He was in awe at the sight of you losing it.

“That’s it, my good girl. You’re so good for me, kitten.”

His movements on your now overly sensitive clit came to a stop once you had calmed down. He gave you a few moments to catch your breath and get your bearings before he tapped your leg, signalling you to get up.

As you came of him, you hissed out as your hole was way too sensitive from his dick being buried inside you.

Bucky got up from his seat and made you turn around to get on your knees for him once more. His hand was pumping his aching cock, his movements quick as he desperately needed to cum in your mouth.

You took his balls in your mouth, sucking and licking them for that extra added stimulation. Your actions had Bucky grip your hair, and not a second later; he pulled you away so that he could cum in your warm and awaiting mouth.

“Open up, baby.”

You stuck your tongue out, ready to receive all he had to give you. Your eyes begged him to fill up your mouth, your tongue so desperate to taste him.

His loud and heavy grunts filled the room as his cum burst out of his red tip and landed on your awaiting tongue. He didn’t stop until all of him decorated your tongue like an expensive artwork. He took a few moments to admire the work he had done, proud of his masterpiece.

“So pretty, baby girl. Now be a good little kitten and swallow all of it for me.”

With no hesitation, you swallowed his whole load. It has become like second nature to you at this point. You showed him your empty mouth, which made him let out a satisfied groan of approval.

“Fuck, you’re the best.”

He helped you to your feet, taking you in his arms to hold you close to him. His hand stroked your back as your face was nuzzled in his clothed chest.

“Look at me.”

You put your head up, your face inches from him as he cradled your face in his hands.

“You are so amazing, babe.”

His lips found yours, kissing you passionately as he held your waist.

“Come on, doll, let’s get cleaned up and then I’ll buy what you picked out.

“Shouldn’t I try on the dress?”

“You will look amazing in it no matter what, my beautiful girl.”

You both got dressed again and fixed yourself up in the mirror to try and hide the fact that you had just fucked in the most sinful way possible. You walked out with the dress, accessories and the lingerie set Bucky had picked out for you.

“Find anything of interest?” It was Rose. She was already by the cashier, waiting on you both.

Bucky handed her his card, “we did. Thank you so much, Rose, for having us.”

“Anything for you and your beautiful lady Mr Barnes.”

When you were done paying, you walked out of the store hand in hand, quickly before anyone recognised you outside. Once you got in the car, you thanked Bucky for the beautiful items he had bought you.

“Thank you, daddy, for all the pretty things.”

“Anything for my baby doll.”

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dreaming in june || two

Summary: Alive for centuries, you’ve navigated this world in all its singularities, all its multitudes. You’ve avoided, intercepted, and learned the meaning of loss. At the request of an old friend who now happens to be the new Captain America, you move to a place that only vaguely feels peaceful, to secretly protect his best friend. There you meet Bucky Barnes, your next door neighbor, who has also lived countless lives, seen a lot of things, and lost the one he loved. You have more in common than you thought.

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x (F) POC Enhanced Reader

Based on the Song(s): Heat Waves by Glass Animals and iann dior ; Coney Island by Taylor Swift and The National

Series / AO3 Link

(2/15)

Warnings: mentions of genocide; canon-typical violence; mentions of blood and mild gore; tattoos?; past original male character introduction; discussions of infertility; death/resurrection; death by hanging; strong language; alcohol abuse — Please take these warnings seriously. I do not describe gory details, but it's still a lot.

Word Count: 9,400+

Author's Note: We still sad in here. But hey, gotta build a world! If this fic doesn’t show up because of any tags since the new update, I will also be posting this fic on AO3. My AO3 is @/byMoni. I do not have all my fanfics uploaded there for a reason, but it’s mainly the same masterlist. :) xxMoni

"History is violent. That's why they choose specific people to tell it."

1525

The trees sound different. They make this slight whistle noise, like a long melody that bumps off near the end, obstructed. But they speak kindly from what you hear, compliments and thank yous, and good nights.

The air is fresher, too. There’s less people sharing the same area, less crowds, less everything. It’s a bittersweet reality, but it’s impossible not to notice. So you don’t revel in the feeling for much longer than you should. Too guilty. Druig says everyone will make this home soon enough. The word ‘home’ isn’t the right one, but you know what he means.

When a home is lost, you must search for another. Another roof, another community, another feeling of normalcy. Anything.

You shake your head, as if to do away with the sudden image of one man in particular, but it’s become increasingly difficult to do so. You long for the types of nightmares that are difficult to discern, where faces and names mash into an unrecognizable combination. At least those nightmares are easier to forget.

You slowly climb down from your favorite tree. It complains when you step on that wobbly branch, like you’re pulling on her ligaments, so you’ve made it a point to avoid it. You use the most sturdy branches, watching your palms and soles of your feet, until you’re back on the damp soil below. You pat its trunk gently, grinning as a vibrating hum greets your ears.

The tribe is getting everything ready for tonight’s meal. The women are grinding the corn, the men are roasting the freshest vegetables they picked yesterday, and the children are running wild and lending a hand when told.

Druig hasn’t returned from his morning journey, but you don’t worry much. He mentioned how he was traveling farther than usual today. A neighboring tribe was offering their resources and were thinking of forming an alliance. They too were cast out of their land and traveled far. Druig says the more, the stronger. He promises he doesn’t mean war, just that more people helps our minds grow, our hearts to expand, and our community to flourish.

It isn’t until after the meal that Druig returns, and he’s not alone. There are, maybe, sixty to seventy people following him. From their states of dress and language they are speaking, it’s obvious this tribe isn’t related to yours. But they walk with small smiles, bags thrown over their shoulders, children on hips.

“They are good people,” Druig tells you privately, bowing his head. You glance outside your tent for another quick scan. The new guests are eating quietly. Their Chief oversees them, refusing a plate until all his people eat.

“I am not disputing that,” you answer. Druig takes a moment, translating your words in his mind, then smiles. He catches a little sarcasm: you, of all people he knows, would never assume otherwise.

Druig nods. “They only have one request.”

Your eyebrows raise. “So soon?”

“It is a reasonable one. For them, at least,” Druig chuckles lowly and reaches for your hands. He holds them as he speaks. “They are for uniting our tribes. Their beliefs are much similar to ours. But they request a special union.”

“Ah, that kind of request.”

It’s not a major surprise. As a princess, this has always been in your cards. You’re just happy it’s going to be with someone with similar beliefs, and not who your father was planning on. No matter how many times you tried to convince him that Spain was not a likely ally, he ignored the warnings.

“You can always deny,” Druig clarifies. “The Chief’s son is near your age, slightly older, and I spoke with him on the journey back. His spirit sounds like yours.”

“Is he…?”

Druig shakes his head. No, he is not gifted like you. An ungifted paired with a gifted is a symbol of good luck, a healthy balance, a chance to obtain anything other than a perfect hundred percent. Druig looks pleased at the sound of your sigh of relief.

“Shall I introduce you?”

You breathe in deeply. “It is my duty.”

Before Druig steps out of the tent, he shoots you a determined stare. “You always have a choice.”

You only respond by nodding. Druig leaves you alone in the tent, head raised as he crosses over to the Chief and his son. You know you should restrain yourself, probably sit idly by and wait for their arrival, but the tension is making you go crazy. This is to be your husband, someone to share power with, share everything with. It’s mainly to unite the two tribes, to grow in number, to build a community where your culture isn’t abandoned or destroyed. Your main prospects back ‘home’ were minimal, some second cousins and Spanish generals, who your father was forcing upon you until his death.

You shudder, the cool night air nipping at your cheeks. You don’t blame your father, not one bit — you genuinely believed the Spanish would back off as well. There were more of you than them, the council had a plan to expel them, and then it just… fell apart.

There was so much chaos, so much blood, so much noise that you couldn’t concentrate. The wind was screaming at you to guide the people you had gathered one way, then the path closed, and it screamed at you to go another. You had met Druig only a few times before when he arrived years before the Spanish. He settled, became a friend and confidant, and never reached for the throne. His friends acted the same, but Druig was different. He promises, with all his being, that he has never influenced your mind or your father’s. And as weird as it sounds, he has a pout that makes you believe his word as sacred.

Now, peeking through one of the tent’s flaps, you feel nothing but calmness. Because this isn’t some Spanish general who hasn’t bothered learning your language, or treating you with the respect bestowed upon you, or failing to promise peace — this man, who stands proud, who begins to strip his heavy layers, is perhaps one of the most beautiful men you have ever seen. And he jokes as he strips, nudging his friend’s shoulders as they tease him, speaking with and answering the children as they ask him what he is doing. He sheds his bottom layers, undergarments still on, and almost trips as he raises one leg. The Chief scolds him for being so clumsy, but Druig just smirks. The Chief’s son looks around to see if anyone caught his mistake, a nervous smile growing, and glances at your tent. He catches sight of half your face, smiles even wider, and then — well, that’s all you see before you quickly shut the flap and flush in your own embarrassment.

A few more minutes pass before Druig enters first, leading the Chief and his son. The Chief bows his head, as do you. You hear a whistle, a little discomfort in your ears, and Druig breathes out low to signal he has finally finished connecting your mind with the new arrivals. It’s the only way you understand Druig and he understands you — it’s the only way he warned you beforehand what the Spanish were planning.

“Princess,” the Chief starts, voice rumbling but with a controlled shake. He looks tired, but determined. You figure his voice shakes because of age only, not anything else. “I offer you my condolences. Although we suffer through similar situations, ours is nowhere near as brutal as what you and your people have experienced. Please, accept my gratitude for allowing my people to seek refuge here.”

The statement hurts because your pain does not outweigh anyone else’s. But you understand; you empathize. “We are all human. We have a common enemy, however. I am grateful you accepted our invitation.”

The Chief says nothing more, and instead instructs his son to step forward. His height overwhelms you — you reach the middle of his chest.

He pauses, seemingly out of words as his mouth parts around no sound, a slight shuffle in his step. Finally, he clears his throat as if the words have suddenly settled on his tongue.

“You are even more beautiful than Druig said. I’m glad to know he isn’t a liar.”

“And if he was? Would you risk the safety of your people, and mine, simply because I didn’t succeed with your expectations?”

He smiles slowly, wide, beautiful crinkles multiplying near his dark brown eyes. “Cunning, too.”

You feel yourself flushing, from your cheeks to your neck to your stomach. Druig and the Chief try to hide their smiles.

“Princess,” he continues, bowing his head. “If you will have me, I will be honored to serve alongside you in protecting our people. Nothing would give me greater joy.”

The wind outside erupts in soft bristles, gleeful and excited. “May I?” you ask him, then the Chief. They both nod. You reach your left arm up slowly, fingertips at the ready and already tingling. The skin of his cheeks is warm and with enough concentration you can feel how fast his blood is pumping. You trace down to his chin, where his jawline is prominent and his chin dips slightly, a lovely dimple right in the middle. He had discarded most of his clothing before entering the tent, but he is still modest: the Chief explained that his son must present himself as he is, the way he was born. It allows for you to also feel his bare collarbones and shoulders, where his hair cascades even further down. Dark, with only a few waves, and there are sunspots on his broad shoulders. A hard worker.

You rest your palm over his heart, closing your eyes to listen. His heartbeat, once erratic with nerves, has calmed almost immediately. That’s never happened before.

He looks down, careful to not bend his neck, and whispers, ever so sweetly, “Sakari.”

His brown eyes meet yours when you open them. He’s nearly a foot taller, large and towering, but no one, not even the scariest creature on earth, could ever be so frightening when the dimple in his chin is as delicate as a lively willow. Your heart pumps off beat, and because your hand is still pressed on him, his does too.

“Sakari,” you repeat. He nods, as if he’s learning his own name for the first time too. Druig speaks within the back of your mind: Sweet… His name translates to ‘sweet’.

Sakari stalls, a breath pushed from his chest. “You pronounce it… different.”

“I apologize—” you begin, but Sakari simply laughs.

“Please, say it again.”

“Sakari.”

“No, no. The end. You pronounce it strongly.”

You do. The soft R that falls from his lips is instead a stumbling D from yours. “Ari,” you say, and it sounds like ‘Ah-dee.’

“It is what you should call me,” Sakari, or now Ari, kindly insists.

The wind howls with excitement. If you listen closely, you can hear gentle chants of approval. Even though Ari cannot hear them, it still embarrasses you. You clear your throat as an informal way of telling the outside to quiet down. “Ari,” you start, glancing at both the Chief and Druig before continuing. “I believe our union would benefit our people, as well as each other. I accept your proposal.”

A massive smile spreads across Ari’s face, but before you can marvel at it, he picks you up and twirls you in a giant embrace. You’re caught off guard, and you can vaguely hear the Chief scolding him, but you laugh loudly as you become a little dizzy. Ari puts you down, cheeks strained from his blushing.

“I apologize,” he says, and wipes a quick hand over his face. “That was forward of me.”

“It is alright,” you mutter, flustered. There’s an awkward silence, like the Chief and Druig are third-and-fourth wheeling. Druig feels it and claps his hands together.

“Excellent! Will tomorrow afternoon work well?” he asks.

It’s unspoken, but it works well. It works very well.

“Ah!”

It’s impossible not to scream as you jump from the cliff, hand intertwined with Ari’s and gripping tightly, even as you hit the water below. The two of you emerge already laughing, waterfall and everyone’s loud cheers piercing your ears. It’s a million rounds of congratulations and side ceremonies after the jump. It’s exhausting, but Ari’s so damn ecstatic and energetic as he makes his rounds to all your people that it’s plenty to boost your energy as well.

It’s quite a magnificent feast: three different kinds of meats, freshly grown fruits and vegetables, and desserts made with fire. You smirk in your seat as you overhear some women speaking about how the vegetables weren’t supposed to be ready so soon, that it was practically impossible for them to taste this good. Druig chuckles beside you, but you know he’s also silently chastising you for rushing the harvest.

So, what? The wedding was rushed. You needed food. Plain and simple.

“Princess?”

The soft voice belongs to a girl who cannot be more than age ten. Her eyes are wide and dark, beautiful black hair brushed from her face and encased in a complicated braid. She wears a similar gown as all the other children — a comfortable nightgown of the sorts, but it’s more a ceremonial dress than for sleep. You hum low in response, turning to her with a bright smile.

“I know we were told to make something for everyone to use,” she says, blushing, twiddling with an object behind her back. “But Ma told me that beautiful people always wear beautiful things. So we made this for you.”

She reveals the loveliest pair of bracelets you’ve ever seen. The beads are handcrafted, jade in color, and attached together with the thinnest of black rope. They must have been polished years before — they are so clear you can see the reflection of the fire pit in each bead.

“The beads were Ma’s. But she does not wear them anymore.” Her small hand grabs yours from your lap and gently rolls the smallest of the bracelets onto your wrist. The beads are cold on your skin, and when you shake your wrist just a little they jingle the cutest tune.

“I cannot accept this,” you say, but your bright smile is telling the little girl something completely different.

“Ma said you would be happy. I am sorry you had to leave all of your jewelry behind when we left.”

You hadn’t really thought about it. You hadn’t really thought much about that night. You and your maids were barricaded in your bedroom and searching for a way out, not piling all your belongings into pouches. All you took with you were a few coins and a pair of earrings that you sold for seeds, clothing, and children’s shoes.

“Thank you,” you whisper kindly. She smiles big, her two front teeth missing, and runs toward the fire pit, where Ari is conversing with his friends. She tugs at his long shirt, once and then twice, until Ari looks around before looking down.

You imagine she gives him the same conversation. She slides the bracelet onto his wrist and cheers in place. You can’t help but laugh as he matches her excitement. Then next thing you know, Ari’s running to where you are seated.

“Do we match?” is the first thing he proclaims, holding his wrist out, shaking it. You laugh and hold yours out as well, nodding with equal joy.

“I have never gotten a gift before.”

Your heart clenches down on itself, banging hard against your sternum. You grip his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers until they start their own little, absent-minded dance.

“What should we say it represents?” you ask.

Ari purses his lips. “We can be common and say it represents love and family.”

You snort, “Too common.”

Ari laughs hard. “Or we can say it represents us as equals. Us as partners. To new beginnings.”

“Your first gift. It should be your choice.”

Ari smiles at that. He turns the bracelet over his wrist a few times, studying its intricate designs. He looks good in jewelry. Already you’re imagining him with earrings and a matching necklace. His wide chest would carry it beautifully. Finally, Ari bites his lip and nods. “I do not want to forget everything we left behind. We are all building a new life here. Together. But I do not want to forget everything we had. Who we were, who we left, who we lost.”

“So, remembrance? Memory?”

“A memorial.”

You hum. “These are quite pretty for a memorial. But a memorial sounds soooo serious,” you begin to tease, but Ari simply rolls his eyes and tugs you out from your seat. Before you can ask him what he’s doing, he grabs you around the waist, his front to your back, and twirls you around. Your legs flail helplessly. He doesn’t stop, not until you two make it back to the firepit, where you both collapse with equal dizziness and loud laughter.

1526

“Move it a little to the right.”

“Do I tell you how to hunt?”

“You are going to miss it.”

“You do not know that.”

“I know more than you, that is certain.”

Ari chuckles under his breath and resteadies his bow. His bracelet jingles a little as he does so. You instructed him to leave it in the tent before going hunting, afraid it’s quiet noise will still be audible to the toughest prey. Now you just watch as it slides up and down on his wide wrist. “I do not need to move it.”

You grin from ear to ear and watch as he also steadies his breathing. He looks so beautiful up in the trees — his hair has grown a few more inches since last year. The soft, orange glow of the rising sun brushes his cheeks and reflects off his skin. He’s glowing, figuratively and literally, and his fingers are so steady that you’re worried if he listens to your direction he’ll lose his grip.

“Any day now.”

Ari huffs again, side-eyes you, focuses back on the elk, and in the very last second before he lets the arrow fly, he moves his bow a little to the right. The arrow hits the target.

Ari clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “Unbelievable.”

You’re allowed to laugh loudly now — dinner for the next few days has been secured. Birds fly from their nests and squirrels race away from the noise. Ari stares wide-eyed but can’t contain his growing smile.

Ari helps you down from the tree, catching you bridal-style once his own feet are planted on the soil. You don’t immediately jump from his arms, instead opting to let Ari carry you across the woods and to the dead elk. He sets you down, whistles, then bends to pat the elk’s stomach and smooth its fur. He thanks it, softly, and steps away when men arrive to carry it back to the tents.

“You are lucky he got separated from his pack. They do not roam so closely to populated areas.”

“It is not luck. Poor circumstances,” Ari replies.

“It will feed everyone for days.”

“Would you like to take the next one?”

You scowl and Ari laughs. You don’t typically hunt. It’s not your thing, you don’t enjoy killing living beings, and your shot is a little rusty nowadays.

“Do not worry then. I will take the next one… and the next one after that,” Ari teases, pulling you back into his warmth even after you shove him jokingly. He sets his bow to the strap hanging down his back and scoops your pinky finger with his. Intertwined, you walk back to your shared tent.

“Acorns… No… Dirt.”

Ari bursts out laughing, rolling onto his back and tugging the blanket with him. He covers his eyes with both palms, shaking his head from side to side.

His laugh cleanly constricts the naked confines of your beating heart, soothing it to wild extremes. It’s damn near poetic how calm you instantly feel when he releases that sound, or any noise he’s able to produce, really. Your heart pours gallons of blood into a pleasurable swell behind your ribs. Sometimes you wonder how they haven’t cracked from that pressure yet, all red and furious and delightful.

Ari simply has to breathe and you surrender any and all inhibitions.

“I do not know whether to be insulted or—”

“I would never insult you!”

“Dirt?” Ari repeats, belly laughs contagious. You roll onto your side and hide your face in the crook of his neck and shoulder.

“Your eyes are the color of dirt. Am I not right?”

“I preferred the acorn comparison.”

You smile against his skin, embarrassed. “It is the closest color! When dirt is slightly wet—”

“Mud?” Ari exclaims, shocking you from the crook of his neck. He wrestles you until he gets the upper hand,

“I would use every wonderful comparison in the world for your eyes,” Ari says as he dips down, slides his palm gently over your forehead and down, effectively telling you to shut your eyes. He kisses both your eyelids sweetly, grinning from ear to ear as you huff in annoyance. “To describe these cheeks,” he continues, pecking them softly as well. “Your ears.” Kiss. “Your neck.” Kiss, kiss. “Your nose.”

His kisses warmly tickle. He plants several more along both sides of your face, laughing along with you as you voiced your tiny discomfort. Finally, you shove him off until he freely goes. His hair was blocking your peripheral vision; the soft candlelight from outside is starting to fade but you can still hear some people having late dinner near the fire pit. The glow travels through the thin material of your tent, illuminating your tiny space. It’s one of your favorite things about this time of night: the glow always seems to paint Ari’s skin the softest orange, the most delicate red, the most intense purple.

“Ari?”

“Yes, my love?”

You brace yourself before you ask, twiddling with your thumbs and focusing on the orange glow. “Do you want children?”

Ari smiles, a teasing twinkle in his eye. “Are you asking me if I would like to create life with you?”

“My grandmother cautioned me about it,” you admit, sitting up on your elbows. Ari furrows his eyebrows and turns fully toward you.

“About what?”

“Druig has not told you, has he?”

“Druig has not told me anything you have not told me.”

You hesitate. There’s always the possibility that Ari will take this badly, as your father did. He can side with the white demons who came onto your lands and preached this type of magic was witchcraft, ignoring the very fact their so-called savior has apparently healed the blind, turned water into wine, and walked over water. Ari can do everything you’re terrified of. Or, he can do as your mother did. He can see the natural beauty of such a power, one not many through your generations have been graced with, and work to understand it as it benefits both you, him, and anyone in need of help. So you swallow the hesitation, always prepared for the worst, and tell him.

“I am one with the earth.”

Ari chuckles low, “We are all one with the earth.”

“Yes, in some ways. But I can hear her.”

His eyebrows scrunch up again. “You have a gift-gift?” He’s surprised but curious — he’s only heard the tales. Humans beings with magical abilities specifically chosen to help the earth and those who walk with her. It’s almost impossible to fully believe, but Ari, with all his child-like emotion and imagination, doesn’t believe you’d ever lie to him.

You nod slowly, unsure of how to present the truth. Ari waits patiently, slightly tilting his head in a gesture that asks you to elaborate. It’s now or never really, and if you want to learn more about yourself and your power, it’ll be much easier to do it with Ari by your side, knowing all.

You lift yourself until you’re sitting up, and breathe in gently. There’s space on the ground, and since the floors are dirt it will be simple to show him here, away from any prying eyes. The whole tribe didn’t have to know about your gift unless it was absolutely necessary — Druig had advised you of that. He says he has seen first-hand how humans react to gods and their power, and that it will bring you nothing but celebrity status that ultimately makes you an unwanted savior.

Lifting your hand in the air, you softly move your fingers until you feel it spark within you — that whole sensation that lightly numbs your fingertips and makes your blood grow warmer. The veins of your hand protrude only little until discoloration takes over, long tattooed vines stemming from your cuticles, to your wrist, to the middle of your forearm, and so on. The swirls of each green vine reach the base of your neck. Then, in one fluid motion, you turn your hand over, palm out, and curl your fingers one-by-one.

The ground rumbles, but it’s only detectable if one has their eyes locked on that certain spot. Brown roots expand quickly, turning a lighter brown until they begin adding height, turning green, extending their leaves and branches with every finger you curl. The plant mimics a small bush, not more than a new tree, but when you suddenly uncurl your index and swipe it up with the rest of your tattooed arm, the bush explodes with bright colors.

Flowers. They’re closed, and then they’re not, and then they’re blooming.

Ari sits wide-eyed, mouth slightly parted in shock. Once you pull your arm back into yourself, he watches as the green vines descend and loop into each other. It’s mesmerizing. You remember the look of absolute shock Druig and his friends had when you showed them, too.

Ari sighs, reaches for your arm, scoots himself slower. His smile is slow forming, but as he cups his warm hands over your cheeks, you can feel his positive astonishment radiating. “A treasure.”

“It does not hurt anyone—”

He looks startled for a second. “Why would you assume I thought that?”

“My father did not take kindly to it.”

“With just a look and a dance of your wrist, you have created life,” Ari says, breathing out a powerful puff of air. His smile grows bigger. He removes his hands from your face until they’re simply hovering. “Mother Earth has chosen you to heal her.”

“Perhaps.” You reach for his hands, then hold them, overturned. Ari hooks his pinky with yours. “But my grandmother cautioned that my unique ability may prevent me from bringing life into this world naturally.”

“And I would not love you less if her caution proved a rightful warning.”

“You would still love me,” you say, but it comes out as more of a question.

“There are children here who ask for our attention all hours of all day,” Ari smiles, swiping the pad of his thumb along your bottom lip as you chuckle. “There are children from elsewhere that we will stumble upon, in need of help, in need of a home.” He does the same swipe again, but this time for his own selfish enjoyment. “You are my home.”

1527

“I was forced to learn. I do not find enjoyment in it.”

Ari sighs and goes to sit beside you, crossing his legs. He tilts his head down and tries to catch your eye from below but you won’t budge. He dips lower, his hair falling over his eyes but that doesn’t stop him. He dips lower and lower until his head falls into your lap. Your stomach flips cheerfully.

You can’t help the involuntary chuckle his sudden mass expels from you, and you find yourself instinctively running your fingers through his long hair. He hums deep in his throat from the feeling.

Finally, after a few minutes of simply falling deeper into the calmness, you speak again. Timidly, but still. “Why do you want to do this?”

Ari shuffles a little in your lap. His eyes are closed as he responds. “Because dancing is not only a demon activity.”

You smirk and shake your head. “I meant,” you pause, taking a strand of his hair and twirling it around your index finger. “Why do you want to dance slowly with me? We have our own dancing and music.”

“You must understand I do not want to wash away our dances. I simply want to try this form of dancing with you.”

“It is not ours.”

Ari sighs and slowly rises from your lap. “You are not betraying anyone by swaying closely with me. It is our life. And if I want to hold you close and take two steps to the right, then back, and up, I will.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Besides,” Ari continues. “They probably stole this form of dancing from another anyway.”

You cover your mouth to stifle a loud laugh. Ari tries also considering it’s very late, but he stifles it by leaning into your body and nuzzling his face in your neck.

“I will dance with you,” you say, grinning madly at how quickly Ari moves to stand the two of you up. He shuffles around trying to get into a proper position, holding his arms out like he doesn’t know what to do with them. He’s only seen this performed once and another as a still-drawing.

“This hand here,” you instruct, placing his left hand around your waist. He wiggles his eyebrows jokingly, which earns him another laugh out of you. “And this one in mine.”

You place your right hand on his left shoulder.

“Why am I allowed to touch you but you are not allowed to touch me?”

You shrug lightly. “I do not know. I believe your hand is supposed to be higher up on my back, though.” Ari catches your teasing tone and purposely lowers his hand until he gently palms the right side of your bottom. You wiggle away but he insists, palming harder.

“Do you want to learn the dance or not?” you say in between laughter. He surrenders, muttering ‘okay, okay’, then forces his face to go serious.

“A smile would suffice.”

Ari groans, “Start swaying!”

The two of you move opposite ways, realize your mistake, and end up crashing into each other. It continues like this for most of the night, until finally it becomes easier, less rushed, and natural. The two of you twirl dramatically and sway all across the tent, forcing each other to keep your laughter on a low volume and apologizing every few minutes for stepping on the other’s feet. Ari has to stop and pull his hair up when he begins to sweat, but he isn’t tiring.

And he looks so happy. Truly, brilliantly, happy.

“I would not be asking you to do this if I did not need your help!” Druig exclaims, cheeks red. He’s scared. Worried. He hasn’t shown these emotions since Tenochtitlan was invaded; since he found you leading a small group of scared townspeople through the woods.

“You are asking me to make friends with the enemy. To create a treaty in which they will not follow! You have seen this happen countless times before! Why are you asking me to do it again?”

Druig opens his mouth to yell again, but your words smack him senseless. He chokes on whatever words he was about to speak, seemingly second-guessing his whole argument.

“You cannot expect me to go along with this.”

“I cannot influence them, Princess.”

“And why not? You did it before.”

“Because I cannot influence or change evil!” Druig explains, and looks to the skies. He’s biting his tongue now but you can see he’s struggling. “I cannot hold their minds for the rest of their lives. We can only lead them out and hope they do not interact with others who are less fortunate.”

“And why not just give them what they truly want?”

“Princess, you speak nonsense—”

“It is why they are at our borders. It is why they chose that night to attack. It is why they were screaming my name—”

Druig steps forward, determined, and holds your hands in his. He’s shaking, growing angrier by the second, but not at you. Never at you. Because of humanity in general. “I will protect you and our people until my last dying breath. You are one of the only good human beings in my thousands of years that I have come across. I will not lose you to their greed.”

His eyes are watering, frustrated tears threatening to topple over. You bite your bottom lip. “I am a witch.”

“You are not associated with any dark magic they claim you call upon.”

You bow your head in defeat. This is a conversation you’ve had multiple times, even before the collapse. You really only have two options: stay and hope these invaders honor the treaties set forth, or stay and fight to protect your new home. The invaders are getting closer, the trees have whispered their presence, and they know you are settled close. Druig believes they are waiting to attack. He’s past assuming they are nearing to negotiate. But the tribe has taken a vow of non-violence, so for the respect of your people, non-violent solutions have been explored first.

But conversations with the Spanish have never not been bloody. “Druig… creating another treaty will do nothing.”

“Then we must fight.”

“With what army? With what weapons?”

“I can destroy them all. One look and I can make them turn their guns on each other.”

“And what comes next? Another army comes because this one did not write back to Europe. The more armies you destroy with your one look will make all of Europe see us as the evil ones. You Druig, as much as I see you right now, do not exist in their worlds. You are not real. They will blame us. Only us.” It’s the damning truth. It feels horrible sliding off your tongue. “We cannot win. We are millions strong but with their influence and their disgusting ideals they will prosper because they are the ones who write history.”

Druig clenches his teeth, jaw moving. He knows he should have had this conversation with the Chief present. Then it would be two against one. “So you are suggesting we run away.”

“We will lose a lot more of our people if we stay and fight.”

“Then use your power.”

You shake your head, stunned. “What about my power?”

“You can use it, no? You can overpower them and—”

“I have never used my power to hurt anyone,” you whisper, putting a bold emphasis on the word ‘never’.

Druig balls his fists by his sides. “These people are not ‘anyone’. You know this.”

He’s not wrong. But it’s true what you’ve said. You have never used your power more than necessary. You have never abused such a gift to take life away or to smother it. You don’t think you’d know how. “I do not even know if I can.”

“Then… Princess,” Druig pauses, rolling the restricted words over on his tongue. He doesn’t want to say it, but he must. “You stay and fight. No treaty. I will get everyone to safety.”

“And Ari.”

Druig nods, sure in his answer this time. “I will make sure he is safe with everyone else.”

“If I cannot do this...”

“I will return to your side. I promise.”

“You must tell me. I cannot let you go alone and face something you will not tell me about!”

“Ari—”

“No. Do not say my name like that. Do not say my name so lovingly just to leave me in the end.” Ari’s eyes water with unshed tears, his hands shaking by his side.

You’re soft-spoken as you continue. “I will never leave you so.”

“Then you must tell me where Druig is sending us. Why are you not coming with us?”

Druig promised he wouldn’t interfere with their minds. The next best thing was to influence the minds of everyone here, to guide them to temporary safety as you tried to convince the invaders that they had fled. Never once have you used your power for violence. But tonight, even if you feel sick to your stomach, you must try. “I have the power to stop them.”

Ari shakes his head, pouting hard. It creates these downward wrinkles by his mouth and goddamn do you love when they turn upward instead. “Fighting this enemy ? Again? Have you lost your mind?”

Your mouth parts with an unspeakable word. Slowly, all languages are starting to become hard. But you produce what you can. Your hands are also shaking. “I think so.”

“We do not have the weapons! We do not have enough people to go against them.”

“That is why Druig is leading you and everyone else away. They will not hurt me. I cannot get hurt so easily.”

Ari’s face contorts as if the air that has entered his lungs has just broken his ribs and he’s fighting to set them back into place. “You are asking me to turn my back on you. To leave you here where they will hurt you, but not so easily?”

“What matters is that our people are safe.”

“And do you not count?” Ari nearly exclaims, walking to you bravely. He goes to cup your cheeks, first hovering like he’s afraid you’d crumble under his touch. Finally, as if he desperately needs to feel the warmth of your flesh, he cups them fiercely. He holds you there, squishing harder on accident but with bold purpose. He shakes your head as he speaks. “Do not let me leave you.” He sucks in a harsh breath, his bottom lip trembling. “I would not bear it.”

He seems to crumble as your own tears fall quickly, soaking his fingers. A broken sob cracks in his throat. You feel your eyes swell, a blinding headache forming.

Even though it hurts to speak because of the tight coil choking you, you try your hardest to reassure him. “You will not travel far. Druig will return to help me. But he must lead everyone out safely first.”

“I will return with him.”

“Ari, please—”

He holds your face tighter, and with a plea doused in hopelessness, he rests his forehead on yours. “You cannot change my mind. I will return with Druig. I will always help you fight. You and me… we are only the beginning.”

You try to pull away, gripping his wrists to push him back, but he holds strong. “Do you hear me?”

Slowly, you nod against him. His nose nudges yours, equally as damp, then it nudges your cheek until he tilts his head down more, connecting his trembling lips with yours. “You wait for me, do you hear me? My dream, my spirit, my love — you hear me.”

He’s no longer asking: he’s confirming.

“Alone at last!”

As if luck is finally on your side, you managed to persuade the Chief without the use of Druig’s mind. You had promised that Druig’s magic would only ensure safe and orderly passage, and that he and Ari would remain unaffected. Reluctantly, the Chief agreed. And with a long, disappointed look, asked why your pride must outrank everyone else's.

Your people are safe. You finally did it. Your people are safe. There are excited whispers being spread through the trees. Your people are safe.

You turn to the man a few steps away from you, anger pouring through your expression as you clench your teeth hard. The nearby fire is starting to blister your skin. It’s tearing your heart out to witness yet another destruction of something you had taken so long to achieve.

“Oh, you remember me! That’s good.”

Of course you remember him.

You remember him as the man who arrived with thousands on various ships — Rodrigo Graciano. A mouthful of a name you had joked once. You remember him as the man that sweet-talked your mother and betrayed your father. You remember him as the man who threatened to destroy your life if you warned your father. You remember him as the man who stood on the steps of your home, watching as chaos ensued and a civilization of millions was torn to shreds, literally, in one night.

The form of his hand around your mother’s throat. His boisterous laugh as he picked off the children. His wicked smile that turned too far out, unnatural in its upward state, when he watched you escape.

“Why must you destroy everything you come across?” you say, accent thick as you try to speak the language they had forced upon you. Without Druig’s powers, you’re forced to understand him only to the best of your ability.

“Destroy?” Graciano yells, arms extended. He circles, turning in place as he jokingly marvels at his handiwork. “I have only led biblical revolutions. And those who fall in line realize that leading a civilized life is worthy of Heaven.”

You scoff, “You cannot honestly believe you would enter the kingdom of Heaven with your wickedness.”

He stops, startled. He takes a deep breath before he shouts, “You dare doubt God?”

“I doubt any man who dares speak for their God.”

He clenches his jaw, working it over as if he’s biting his tongue. Half of Graciano’s men merely watch, the other half setting fire to nearby tents. They’re angry; it’s obvious from the insults they’re spitting, as well as the actual spit they aim at the ground.

“Perhaps I will not kill you so quickly. You were promised to me long ago,” he says, glancing at your body. He clicks his tongue, motioning some of his men forward.

That does it. You shoot out your hand, twisting your wrist harshly, until the nearby tree branches extend far enough to wrap around the legs of the men you can see. The branches carry them off the ground, some men taken by both their arms and legs. The ground rumbles furiously, roots sprouting and branches cracking.

Graciano looks at the chaos behind him, eyes wide with fear. And just to rightfully scare the living hell out of him, you let the branches carry one of his men far above the ground, spread and at your mercy, until you quickly swipe your hand and let the branches tug at his limbs with full force.

It’s the most brutal thing you’ve ever witnessed. It mirrors a horrid, ritualistic sacrifice. But the images are compiling to an unhealthy height. All you see are these men torturing your people.

So you lift your palm again, the green imprints on your skin now reaching your left cheek, and allow the branches to wrap their necks, stab their spines, and pull until they break. Their screams are mere distant wails for you, as if figurative.

“Witch…”

A sharp pain explodes in your chest. The trees abruptly stop, twisted in the position you left them. You look down slowly, confused, and see a wooden arrow pierced directly through your heart. The tip extends far beyond your skin, tainted red. You turn around and see Graciano standing there, a smile on his face but frightened nonetheless. He has your bow and arrow near his hip now. He must have escaped your peripheral as vengeance consumed you.

You reach up and wrap your small hand around the arrow, tugging it forward until it slips through the hole in your skin. It leaves a sickening, empty void in your chest. It almost mimics the feeling of having to vomit. Your head starts to feel heavy and your breaths are coming shorter. A scream abrupts somewhere near, a heart-wrenching one; a scream that makes your pierced heart beat one last time.

Shooting out your arm, the branches off to the side twist quickly and form into a bow instantaneously. The silky roots form the string. You snap the creation off the main tree, center your shot, and shoot the same tainted arrow at Graciano’s chest.

You’ve always been a good shot — you just don’t like to brag.

He falls before you do.

You awaken with a quick wince. There’s a stabbing pain in your chest and in your stomach. Your memories are scattered and the trees are no help — they’re frantic, screaming, boisterous in your ears. Your wrists pulse with pain as you lift yourself up, head swimming and vision cloudy. Your dress is wet; your cheek is wet; your hair is matted. Blinking doesn’t help as fast you would like it to.

You sit up and palm at your chest, smoothing over the sore area with a grimace. You can’t hear anything from the nearby tents or down at the river. There’s nothing remotely signaling life besides the whistle of the trees. There aren’t even birds singing.

Something splatters on the top of your head. Then two more drops. Wet dress and wet cheeks — rain, crying. But the ground in the middle is dry and drops are still falling. Dirt and iron fill your nostrils.

Turning upwards and over your shoulder, your lip starts to tremble. Your eyes fill with burning tears, squinting as if to shield you from what’s in the skies.

His beautiful face droops a little; his eyes are lifeless, staring down at you, and his hair caresses his sunken cheeks. It couldn’t have been long, but it has been too long for him; the rope around his neck has already created a horrible purple imprint in his brown skin.

A gut-wrenching scream tears from the pit of your empty chest, along the sides of your dry throat, and roars through the land. You scream loud and deep, one right after the other, eyes burning with rapid tears. You make the massive mistake of inhaling a deep breath as it rocks your body upward, making you lift your head to more than just Ari’s direction. It’s a horrid circle, filled with hanging bodies, and you’re at the center of it.

The ground rumbles: stray roots uproot in awkward directions, snapping and twirling through each other until they lay dormant at your feet. They try to cover you, as if to provide a blanket, but it startles you. Leaves fall from the trees, dying before they hit the floor. The roots poke and prod, pinching your soft flesh. With each scream you voice, more roots appear. You stare down at them once the horror shocks you enough to look away from the bodies. But you don’t know what’s worse: the sight of them hanging or the revelation that your dress is covered in blood rather than water, that your cheeks are smeared with it also.

The ground shakes as one of the tallest trees falls just inches from you, growing silent as the others grow loud. They’re begging you to stop: it’s killing them. But it’s impossible — the sounds don’t stop. You can go on and on until your chest explodes, you can feel it. There’s no point at an end anymore anyway. You don’t want to reach for it.

The hours pass, the screams fade, and the life around has started to turn orange and brown.

You don’t get it. There’s no possible explanation as to why you’re still alive. And if this is the result, it must mean Ari did come back for you.

They did this on purpose. With malicious intent and cruel purpose. You call out for Druig even if your voice is ragged and raw. You palm at your chest again, searching for the bleeding wound you were sure you had. You felt it pierce skin, you felt it go through an artery, you felt each horrid indent along the wooden spine as you pulled it out. You scream Druig’s name louder but still, nothing. There’s no one left, no one around. Everyone who came back to help met their fates in this circle. It doesn’t warm your heart at all knowing Ari came back with extra help — in fact, it rips whatever remaining shreds are left. He could have ran, he could have saved himself, he could have lived. He was supposed to live long, see more magic than you would ever be able to conjure, raise children of his own — he was supposed to live. But he’s hanging over you with life drained from his eyes. His wonderful brown eyes. And you weren’t even awake to save him.

There’s nothing you can do now. Cut them down? Bury them and move on? This wasn’t just some other conquest — it never is, but that’s how history will tell it. The people who destroyed the lives of everyone you loved will twist the story and paint this as some unfortunate event. That’s exactly what history is: the Crusades, Christopher Columbus, the attacks on impoverished peoples, the genocide of people different from others. All of it, all that Druig has told you, has been twisted for the benefit of those doing the killing. History is violent. That’s why they choose specific people to tell it.

You can’t control the whimpers you expel. Slowly, the roots shielding your body rest back on the ground. You nod at them, broken, and lay back down.

Tucking your knees into your chest and your hands below your stained cheek, you allow the roots to cover you and press down. It’s a gentle pressure, but it’s efficient. Your breathing gets slower, all by your own account, until the earth swallows you in a mournful hug.

1600

It’s silent. The trees aren’t making much noise. There are slight bristles of leaves and a few branches cracking, but it’s otherwise quiet.

Your head feels incredibly heavy — pin pricks stab your temples and behind your eyes. It takes a moment to realize you’re face down with a lovely aroma digging into your nostrils. It’s still spring, it seems.

The second you lift your head to the sky you regret it. The sudden memories come rushing back. What you will see, what you could have prevented, what shouldn’t have happened.

But there’s nothing here. His beautiful body isn’t hanging from that tree. The ropes are gone. No one is here.

With a great deal of pain, you force yourself to stand. Your dress is ripped, practically shredded, and you’re covered in dirt. Your lips tremble as you try and prevent hyperventilating.

“Ari?”

This doesn’t make sense. You just went to sleep. That’s all it was. You’ll walk back to the tents and hear music playing, you’ll see this week’s hunt cooking fresh, you’ll hear the joyful sound of conversation.

And Ari will be in your tent, pricking himself with a sharp bone as he attempts to finish your sewing. He has to be. He’ll be there waiting, that wonderful smile on his face, a joke on the tip of his tongue, pinky finger intertwining with yours.

“Druig?”

But it’s too quiet. And the trees hum low, sorrowful.

You look around again, just in case, before you swallow the lump in your throat and let the trees guide you to the nearest body of water.

2024

The satchel across your shoulder is digging into the exposed skin near your neck. You move the strap outward repeatedly, curses muttered underneath a quiet breath.

The world is quiet today. Which is a massive relief — this is the one century that’s been the loudest. You’d take French Revolutions and the Great Depression over aliens falling from the sky any day. And isn’t that a riot and a half?

You pull your keys from the depths of your satchel, flinging them around your index finger. Thoughts of a hot bubble bath and a nice, warm meal are halted when you stop abruptly, staring down the massive lump taking a nap outside your door. You look up at the ceiling, curses muttered louder now, until you finally study the obstacle in your way.

You look down at Bucky Barnes, who reeks of some vodka-champagne infusion, you can’t really tell, and sigh. It’s the third time this month.

He looks messy, tired bags underneath his eyes, beard coming in thick again. But still, that fine line of his nose makes you take pity on him. You don’t understand why that is. You’ve just always wanted to run your finger down it.

“James,” you say, and gently kick the front of your boot into his thigh. “Get up.”

Bucky groans, his closed eyes clenching even tighter.

“James,” you repeat, digging your boot deeper.

Here’s the thing about Bucky Barnes: once he’s out, he’s out. One sip of that Asgardian liquor and he’s not waking up until a crisp twenty-four hours later. He drank Thor’s “gift” the night Steve left, a week after to cope when it got a little too lonely, and a few times a few weeks ago. But he has a good reason, he swears — Sam got hurt on a mission and Bucky wasn’t allowed in the hospital room. Mismatched or outdated credentials, they said. So he was stuck obtaining information on Sam from other primary sources. He may have also hacked into the hospital’s system but that’s really not the point. He’s had a shitty few months, why blame him?

This time, however, well, you don’t really know what his reason is.

“Okay,” you sigh. You squeeze your feet between Bucky and the door, working the key in the lock as quickly as you can. Once the door unlocks, you push it open and step through before you lose balance. Bucky still hasn’t moved to stand, but he has started moaning.

You work your jaw, annoyed, and give up. You set your things down on the nearby counter and go to lift the bulky obstacle at your doorway. Hooking your arms beneath his armpits is easy to do once you flip him onto his back. He’s hard to drag but you manage to pull him across the living area and to your couch. There, you bend your knees and lift his upper body onto the couch first, groaning in discomfort as his weight kills your lower back. Once Bucky looks semi-comfortable you lift his legs as well. His boots are a puzzle, however — Bucky ties his laces like he’s afraid the boots will magically fly off. The loops are insane, and it actually makes you chuckle quietly to yourself.

The boots come off after a difficult five minutes. You set them to the side and go retrieve a blanket from the closet. Bucky’s feet poke out the end no matter how you arrange it: either half his chest is exposed or his feet. You choose to warm his chest.

You bend down to your knees and brush strands of hair from his face. His hair is growing long again. It reaches his ears.

“I’ll have coffee ready when you wake up.”

Slowly, you stand and continue your nightly routine like your next door neighbor isn’t sleeping off a hangover on your couch. But he isn’t just a regular neighbor, right? An Avenger. Retired, but it doesn’t change the weirdness of it.

It gets annoying after a while when you have to play nurse to someone who doesn’t really talk to you all that much. But Sam has asked very nicely. And Sam Wilson was too much of a good man to refuse.

The sound of the shower doesn’t wake him up. Neither does the ruckus of the pots and pans in the kitchen. You make enough enchiladas for two people: slightly-fried tortillas, stripped chicken, salsa, chopped onions, and cheese all stacked in a square tray and popped into the oven. The grease that splattered onto the counter is an annoying clean, but it’s enough to occupy your mind.

Once dinner is done, you serve yourself and get comfortable in the single chair beside the couch, knees tucked up so your feet warm up underneath you, television at the lowest volume. You should try waking Bucky up again. He probably drank that alien liquor on an empty stomach.

But you decide against it. Last time Bucky wrapped his metal arm tightly around your neck and nearly flung you across the room. He almost drank himself dead afterward, even after you assured him you were okay.

Instead, you turn off the lights and leave Bucky on the couch, his eyes fluttering aimlessly behind closed eyelids.

xxMoni

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Day 19: Threesome/Double Penetration (Read the stuff that is in RED)

A/N: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! Welcome to day 19 of kinktober! Couldn’t find a better GIF. I CAME HERE FOR TWO THINGS! TO SUCK SOME HARD CANDIES AND SUCK SOME DICK!

WELCOME TO DAY 19 OF KINKTOBER

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Male reader x Bucky Barnes

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2600

Summary: You caught Steve doing the naughty in his room, so you decided to help him. Then, Bucky caught you both and joined.

I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it’s bad, and for any errors that are discovered. Many errors.

If you like this and wanna read more, you can check out my masterlist.

Keys:

M/N: Male name

E/c: Eye color

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MINORS DNI and FEMALE READERS… I’ll ALLOW YOU TO READ MY FICS BUT DO NOT FETISHIZE ANY OF MY STORIES

Not sure if this is good. I have never seen any of the Marvel movies so I may get a lot of things wrong.

Again, sorry if there is something wrong. There is feminization in this! (The term “pussy” is used.) And breeding kink?

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Steve’s room was filled with the sounds of moaning and skin-slapping. Steve moved his hand down his chest slowly, feeling his muscular abs before reaching his crotch. He rubbed his growing bulge through his pants as it got tighter.

He looked at the screen in a daze. He squeezed his cock in arousal, groaning at the feeling. ‘Fuck.’ Steve bites his lips, continuing to rub himself. The moaning got louder as the guy was getting pounded in the video.

Steve grew tired and unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. His rock-hard cock was throbbing underneath the thin layer boxers. He removes the last layer of clothing allowing his cock to breathe. It popped out hard and leaked pre-cum.

He wraps his hand around his cock and slowly begins to stroke it. Steve groans at the feeling of his hand. He rubbed his pecs and pinched his nipples for more pleasure. Then the thought of you came to mind.

He imagined you fucking yourself on him or him fucking the absolute hell out of you. His mind got dirty as he imagined you sucking him under the table or having sex in public. Steve remembered something.

Tony had gifted him a fleshlight as a joke for his birthday. Steve was obviously embarrassed by the gift and kept it in the box. ‘I guess that thing could come in handy.’ Steve says, pulling the thing out of its box.

Steve lathered his cock with lube and pressed his tip against the entrance of the toy. He pushed his cock slowly and groaned at the feeling of the toy swallowing his cock. The thing hugged his cock tightly as Steve pushed further in.

The serum that had turned Steve into a super-soldier not only gave him muscles and heightened his abilities, but it also made his cock grow two times its original size. The toy couldn’t swallow his entire cock.

Steve still enjoyed the pleasure and tightness of the toy. He strokes harder as he feels the knot growing in his stomach. He moans out your name, imagining the toy to be you sucking him. “M/N… faster.” He moans, biting his lips.

You were walking by Steve’s room until you heard him calling your name. You were kind of nosy and decided to barge in. “What’s happening here?” you said, slamming the door open. Steve was too lost in the daze that he didn’t notice.

You were shocked by what you were looking at, Steve jacking off while moaning your name. You always liked Steve (and Bucky) but you thought you were out of his league and weren't worthy, but seeing him masturbating to you turned you on.

You close the door and proceed to walk towards Steve, still unaware that you’re in the room. You removed Steve’s hand and the toy from his cock. Steve, at first was confused until he felt your warm mouth wrap around his cock.

Steve snapped out of his daze to see you giving him a blowjob. Your e/c eyes staring into his baby blue ones. Steve moans as you bobbed your head up and down his cock. You gagged and choked around it trying to swallow every last inch.

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Taming A Soldier

A/N: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! Welcome to day 3 of Kinktober! This one I could find.

Day 3: Cockwarming/Stress Relief and Begging

Pairing: Sub! Top Bucky Barnes x Dom! Bottom Boyfriend reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 925

Summary: Bucky was stressed out by a failed mission. You want to relieve him of his stress, and you know how to.

I hope you enjoy this! Sorry if it's bad! And sorry for any errors that are found!

If you like what I write, how about check out my masterlist?

Keys:

M/n: Male name

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DISCLAIMER: I have never watched any of the Avengers. So, my knowledge is slim. And this is my first time writing Dom! Bottom Male reader. And not sure if I did the cockwarming right.

TAGS: @gayhopefullove @softboy5393 @elliot-damon-2006 @marilynmonroefanfics

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You were standing by the door to Bucky's room. He didn't notice you standing by the door because he was moody and stressed out after his failed mission.

You sighed, thinking of a way to make him feel better. You walked away thinking about how to cheer him. 'Mmm, what to do?' you put your hand on your chin.

'I know what to do!' you went to your room to get ready and "cheer" Bucky up. You grabbed one of Bucky's shirts he gave; put it on. It was big on you going down to your cover your thighs.

(You were also weren't wearing any pants.)

Now, you were ready. You walked towards Bucky's room to see how he was doing. "Bucky!⁓" you called out to him. "What do you want, M/n-" He said before looking at you.

He immediately got hard from you hearing his shirt. How it covered your thick thighs and how it slipped down, revealing your shoulder. "Oh- uh- Hey, M/n," Bucky said, heat rushing up to his face and down there.

You smirked before walking up to him and sitting down beside him. "So, I heard what happened." Bucky just turned away, not wanting to make eye contact.

"I know you're moody about the whole thing... but." you slowly turned Bucky's head to face you. "I can help..." You began to trace your fingers down Bucky's chest to his pants.

His breath hitched as your hands came closer to his bulge. "M/n..." Bucky growled. "You're so hard, Bucky." You said, touching his big bulge.

"M/n..." Bucky tried speaking, but you put a finger up to his lips. "Shh." you rubbed his large bulge through his pants. "You're so large, Bucky."

You unzipped his pants and his boxers. Bucky's cock was now on full display. Before he turned into a super-soldier by HYDRA, he was 7 inches- which is still kind of big. But after the injection, his cock grew 2 times the original size.

There it sat, his beautiful 14-inch cock. Thick and uncut. Your mouth drooled at the sight, 'Nice and hard.' your insides swirled with anticipation.

You took off your underwear and straddled Bucky's lap. You aligned your hole with his cock. You slowly sink in; feeling his tip brush against your entrance.

Then, it slips inside. You and Bucky moaned simultaneously. You kept sinking down until his entire cock was inside. Bucky groaned at the tight heat swallowing him.

Bucky groans and growls as your walls clamp down on his cock. Even though Bucky was moody and shy when you came in, he turns into a beast when you both have sex.

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Private Show

A/n: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I hope y'all like this fic! Procrastination is a horrible thing. I felt so dirty writing this, even though I do this almost every single time.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Camboy Male reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Bottom male reader, Top Chris Evans, daddy kink, degradation, dirty talk, thigh fucking, and jealous Chris?

Word Count: 3195

Summary: Chris Evans wants you to give him a private show. Just you and him over a webcam. But maybe he’ll get to meet you in person.

I hope you’ll enjoy it! Sorry if it’s bad! And for any errors that are found.

If you like this and wanna read more, you can go to my masterlist.

KEYS:

M/N: Male name

L/n: Last name

C/U/N: Chris Username (Y’all get to decide what name he gets. Couldn’t come up with anything)

F/S/D: Favorite Starbucks Drink (You never had Starbucks, then just pick a random drink)

E/c: Eye color

H/c: hair color

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DISCLAIMER: I MEAN NO OFFENSE OR DISRESPECT TO ANY OF THESE CELEBRITIES. THIS IS JUST FICTION.

I may have changed the request a little bit… (actually, I think I changed everything.)

ALSO, YOU ARE AGE 25 YEARS OLD IN THIS! Okay, that’s it, you may proceed to the fic.

MINORS DNI. FEMALE READERS… I’ll ALLOW YOU TO READ MY FICS BUT DO NOT FETISHIZED ANY OF MY STORIES

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*Sigh*

Chris sighed as he was sitting there naked and with his cock in his hands. He rubbed his head in frustration, throwing his head back. ‘Same old stuff.’ He thought. He hasn’t jerked off in months, and so he was extra horny.

He was scrolling through several different porn videos on Pornhub but nothing interested him. ‘What about something new?’ He thought, moving his cursor to open a new tab.

His fingers were typing away to look up a specific type of porn. Once done, it read, “Gay Pornhub”, he pressed enter. The page loaded to show many types of porn videos, Chris had never seen before.

‘What about this one?’ Chris thought, clicking on the video and waiting for it to load. The title was, “Step-daddy and Step-son ‘Hanging’ out” video was done loading.

The video started with a young male with a lean but somewhat muscular body, lying on his stomach reading something on his phone.

He was only wearing underwear that hugged his ass amazingly.

The camera zoomed in on the boy's plumped ass. Moving up slowly. Chris has to admit, the boy was sexy as hell. Then an older man came in. He looked to be 30 or something. He was the definition of daddy and alpha.

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607 notes • Posted 2021-08-12 19:31:00 GMT

Fill out the empty spots with characters/people! Send me an ask, DO NOT DM. You can use my Masterlist's fandoms or you can use another fandom that I will add. Again, you must send me an ask to make it official.

31 days. 31 different kinks.

That's enough Chris Evans, Tom Holland, Henry Cavill. Give something else.

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(Thank you @softboy5393 for the background banner and the prompts!)

Day 1: Degradation & Leg Grinding -- Karl Heisenberg x Male reader

Day 2: Office Sex -- Boss Henry Cavill x Employee Male reader

Day 3: Cockwarming, Begging -- Bucky Barnes x Male reader

Day 4: Public Play/Sex -- Brennen Taylor x male reader

Day 5: Bondage Kink -- Dom! Tom Holland x Male reader

Day 6: Face & Throat-Fucking -- Chris Evans x male reader

Day 7: Thigh-fucking -- Dean Winchester x male reader

Day 8: Soft Sensual Sex, Body Worship, & Comfort -- Chris Hemsworth x Femboy male reader

Day 9: Hate Sex -- Chris Evans x Brat Male reader

Day 10: Buttplugs and Lingerie -- Dean Winchester x Male reader

Day 11: Cosplay Sex & Pet Names -- Dean Winchester x Male reader

Day 12: Monster Fucking/Biting -- Vampire Hiram Lodge x male reader

Day 13: Somnophilia/wet dreams -- Steve Rogers x Male reader

Day 14: Humiliation -- Dom! Tom Holland x male reader

Day 15: Domination, Edging, & Cock Slapping -- Sub! Top! Peter Parker x Dom! Bottom! Male reader

Day 16: Suits, Ties & Masturbation -- Andy Barber x male reader

Day 17: Aphrodisiac -- Ransom Drysdale x male reader

Day 18: Begging Kink -- Sub/top Sebastian Stan x dom/bottom male reader

Day 19: Double Penetration/Threesome -- Steve Rogers x male reader x Bucky Barnes

Day 20: Sugar Daddy Sex -- Bruce Wayne x Femboy male reader.

Day 21: Butler x Master -- Henry Cavill x Male reader

Day 22: Phone Sex & Teasing -- Dabi x male reader

Day 23: Window Sex -- Chris Hemsworth x male reader

Day 24: Possessive Sex -- Jasper Hale x male reader

Day 25: Royal Kink (Knight x Prince) -- Knight Sebastian Stan x Prince male reader

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Day 15: Domination, Edging & Cock Slapping

A/N: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! Welcome to day 15 of kinktober! I decided to skip day 14.

Pairings: Sub! Top Peter Parker (21) x Dom! Bottom Male reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 822

Summary: Peter was being a bad boy, so you decided to have some fun with him.

I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it’s bad, and for any errors that are discovered.

If you like this and wanna read more, you can check out my masterlist.

Keys:

M/N: Male name

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Not sure if this is good. Peter is 21 in this! Couldn’t come up with a better summary. I tried my best.

TAGS: @spnfanboy777 @gayhopefullove @elliot-damon-2006 @softboy5393

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“Are you going to be a good boy for me, Peter?” you said, moving your hands up his thighs. Peter was tied down to the bed, all naked. His muscular body that you love to move your hands through. And the best of it all, his cock.

Peter’s cock was large. 5 inches when it’s soft and 10 inches when it’s fully hard. It was thick as a can of Coke. It was veiny with one large vein leading to the head, and large balls full of his creamy milk.

“M-M/n…” Peter groaned as your hand was getting closer to his cock. It was aching for stimulation. Pre-cum was already leaking from the tip and twitching. You began to grasp the thickness that is Peter’s cock.

You slowly stroke his cock. His cock was twitching and pulsating in your hand. You moved one hand down to massage his balls. You stroked his cock slower than before. Peter was dying for the stimulation. He began to thrust into your hand for more.

“No.” You said, removing your hand from his cock and slapped it. Peter groans. “No thrusting. You be a good boy and accept what you are given!” you said before slapping his cock again. Peter tried to hold back but failed.

After you slapped his cock again, cum spurted out from the head. Landing all over his torso and some on your face. His cock was bobbing up and down. Peter knew he had fucked up. “Oh, now you’ve been a bad boy! You came without my permission,” you said, inching closer to his ear.

“You know what happens to bad boys who are disobedient?” you said, laying your chest against Peter’s cum covered one.

“T-They… get p-punished?” Peter said, a whine and whimper coming out. You smirked before tracing your tongue down his ear to his neck. Leaving behind love marks and hickeys. Peter was groaning at your wet tongue licking his sweaty skin.

Peter’s cock was already hard again. “I didn’t want to do this, but…” you pulled out a cock ring. Peter’s eyes widened. You placed it at the base of his cock. Now, he won’t be able to cum because of the ring restricting him.

“Now, you won’t be able to cum. Time for your punishment,” you said, getting up and sliding down Peter’s cock. Peter let out a loud moan at the feeling of your hot walls clamping down on his cock.

You moaned as Peter’s cock filled you to the brim. You sat there with your cock resting on his stomach for a few moments. “You’re so big!” no matter how many times you’ve rode him, you could never get used to it.

You began to fuck yourself on his cock. It was already hitting your prostate. Peter was a moaning mess, drool leaking out his mouth. You could feel his cock twitch and pulse inside you as he wanted to cum.

Your cock was bouncing up and down as you rode him like a horse. “P-please…” Peter begged, his hair sticking to his forehead, chest moving up and down.

“What is it that you want, baby boy?” you said, leaning down to his face. Your bodies pressing against each other.

“I-I… want to… c-cum!” Peter said, trying to get the words out, but he was fucked dumb. You smirked at him. “So, you want to cum? I don’t know-” Peter looked at with a puppy face.

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ao3feed-lokiangst · 3 years

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Sevens company (Avengers/Reader)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3zD8XoE

by Wayward_gorl

Reader is anything but a simple girl, with anything but a simple life. After being manipulated into joining a special operation, she was injected with a new super soldier serum known as 'X'. The serum mutated her cells, giving her the ability of rapid healing and regeneration. Paired with a shiny set of vibranium claws and Y/n was set to be the best weapon known to man. She had other ideas. After escaping, Y/n spent years on the run, changing names, jobs, cities. Until she wound up in New York, working for a hole in the wall coffee shop. And if life on the run didn't make her life hard enough, her seven soulmarks sure did. Rule one : Don't make attachments. Pretty hard when the heroes she's trying her hardest to avoid start using the shop as a hangout. Even harder when her past starts catching up to her.

This fic is a polyamory soulmate story between Reader, Tony, Steve, Natasha, Clint, Stephen, Loki, and Bucky. (Sorry Thor fans, I like Loki a little bit more and it would be way to awkward to have them both as Soulmates). First Chapter is a bit more of a breakdown on the story. Enjoy!

Words: 670, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Reader, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Stephen Strange, Loki (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Original Characters, Peter Parker, Harley Keener

Relationships: Avengers Team/Reader, Avengers Team/Avengers Team, Bruce Banner/Thor, Loki/Avengers Team, Loki (Marvel)/Reader, Stephen Strange/Reader, Stephen Strange/Avengers Team, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Avengers Team/James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Harley Keener/Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Mutant Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3zD8XoE

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misshoneybee · 2 years

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⟣ 𝑀𝑂𝑆𝐴𝐼𝐶 𝐵𝑅𝑂𝐾𝐸𝑁 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇𝑆 ⟢

❧ Summary | Being Tony Stark's goddaughter, Maggie Hall should have known better than to believe that her life could ever be normal. After half of the universe was snapped out of existence, she moved into the Avenger's Compound to assist in repairing the havoc that had been wreaked on the world, but she never could have known what was to come, especially when it came to one Mr. Steve Rogers, Captain America. Falling in love isn't always easy. It can really be quite cruel but the result makes it worth the pain, doesn't it?

❧ Genre | Romance, angst, fluff, smut, drama, mostly canon-compliant story-telling

❧ Pairings | Post-Infinity War!Steve Rogers x Original Female Character, Post-Endgame!Bucky Barnes x Original Female Character, Minor Original Male Character x Original Female Character

❧ Wordcount | ~ 350k

❧ Overall Warnings | Explicit smut (Parts II + III, 18+, additional warnings to come in each chapter), explicit language, canon-typical violence/injury, themes of mental illness (depression, anxiety, ocd, ptsd)

❧ Disclaimers | Dividers are by firefly-graphics. If you are a minor, or do not have your age in your bio, and I catch you interacting with this, you will be blocked. If you believe you were blocked unfairly, send me an ask with your url.

❧ Author’s Note | I've decided that it's about time to post this on Tumblr! It's already completed on AO3 and Wattpad if you'd like to read it there. My goal in writing this was to create an original character who could fit in seamlessly with the universe's canon, as such, this story follows our characters from the end of Infinity War beyond The Falcon and The Winter Soldier.

❧ Titles | I was inspired to write this while listening to Taylor Swift, so as an homage, the collection and work titles are lyrics from State of Grace and each individual chapter title is a lyric from her remaining catalogue but it's not necessary to know the songs or to listen to her music!

❧ Meet the Protagonist | Marguerite (Maggie) Hall was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in the midst of a blizzard―it was obvious that she was strong from the start and that thread of truth ran through her entire life. With both her parents working in the state department, the Hall family relocated to Manhattan when Maggie was in preschool. Always a high achiever, she attended Midtown School of Science and Technology with the original intention of studying neuroscience. She began her undergrad at NYU however, just months after her twenty-first birthday, her life was changed forevermore when she lost her parents during The Battle of New York. Following her bereavement, Maggie felt as though the best way to move forward was to change her life as much as she could, so she did. But who knew that running the whole way around the world would eventually take her right back to the start? ( For a more in-depth character study, please see her biography. )

❧ Casting | While writing, I like to have someone to envision so in writing this, I imagined Jenna Louise Coleman! I know she was in CA:TFA as Connie, so if that bothers you, please feel free to visualize anyone else. I use descriptors but Maggie's appearance matters very little to the story!

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❧ I. We Learn to Live With the Pain ❧ II. These are the Hands of Fate ❧ III. You're My Achilles Heel

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New Beginning

Chapter 35 - Truly, Madly, Deeply

Note : Finally I reach this historical moment of finishing my very first fanfiction. I cried writing this because of the story and also how amazed I am being able to write so much. I hope you guys liked what I have written. Please give me a like, reblog or follow if you like my fic, I would really appreciate it. Thank you. Oh and I'm sorry if it's longer than what I usually post. I wanted to divide this chapter to two but I thought it would be better this way. Hope you guys enjoy it.

Summary :

What if Bucky falls in love with the daughter of one of his victims. The story takes place after The Falcon and The Winter Soldier. It tells of the very last end of Bucky's struggle to make amends to the families of everyone he has killed in the past. In his book he has only one name left to make amends to. And the story starts right when he was about to find the family of the man that he killed last.

Pairings : Bucky Barnes x Adriana Weaver (original character)

Chapters : 35 / 35 (it's done! Yay!)

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Warning : angst, suicide, fluff, smut

Word count : 6.7k

Bucky knew it. It was impossible for someone to love him. He was a monster. No one in their right mind would want to be with him. He thought Adriana was different. He thought they were meant to be. But apparently that was not the case. His sins were too great. Unforgivable. Especially not by someone who was affected directly by it.

He stared into the horizon. The sun was rising slowly, glimmers of orange slowly turned to yellow as the sun crept up higher. His chest felt hollow. Pieces of his shattered heart had turned to dust and were gone, flew out of him into nothingness. He was numb. He didn't feel anything. He didn't have anything. His existence in this world meant nothing now. Steve was gone. Sam had Leila. Adriana.. well.. she didn't want him in her life. There was nothing left in this world for him.

His eyes looked down over the cliff, on the ground far below the mountain. It would be easy to end his life now. Maybe the after life would be better for him. His parents were there. His sister was there. Everyone he knew before he turned into a killing machine were there. He could be happier there. If he stayed, he would just be a soldier, a hero they say. Of course he would help people. Protect those who couldn't protect themselves. But he was tired of all the fighting. He had done nothing but fight since his youth. It was time for him to rest.

He stood up slowly and walked closer to the edge of the cliff. His heart beating so fast out of his ribcage. He realized his fear of heights was still there. Looking down on the ground far below, he wondered if it would hurt. Would dying hurt or would it just feel like he had fallen asleep and woke somewhere in the after life. He took a deep breath. He lifted his right leg and prepared to jump.

"Bucky!" a familiar voice screamed at him.

He was suddenly pulled back by a pair of strong male hands. It was Clint. He dragged Bucky away from the edge of the cliff, holding both his shoulders.

"Bucky.. what are you doing?" Clint asked, fear in his voice.

"Clint.. I.. what are you doing here?" Bucky asked, his head started to clear from the depressing thought he had earlier.

"I was looking for you. We're supposed to go to the border remember? Check the suspicious house T'Challa has told us about." Clint said.

"Oh..yeah.. I'm sorry.. I was just.." Bucky trailed, not sure how much he could share with Clint.

"Were you trying to kill yourself, Bucky?" Clint asked directly, his brow furrowed in concern as he studied Bucky's face.

"Yeah.. Adriana broke up with me." Bucky said slowly.

"Yeah, I know. I met her on my way out of the palace to look for you. She told me you were here. She was crying Bucky. I suspected as much." Clint said.

"She was crying?" Bucky asked.

"She looked devastated." Clint said.

Bucky's chest tightened. He hated knowing Adriana was as broken as he was. He wished he could be there for her. He wished he could bring her father back to life. Bring all those Flag Smashers members he had killed back to life if Adriana wanted it. But he couldn't.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Clint asked.

"Because killing yourself isn't the answer, Bucky, even though it may seem like it at the moment." Clint said carefully, trying to persuade Bucky to forget his suicidal thoughts.

Bucky sighed. He felt weak all of a sudden. He sat down on the ground, and Clint sat next to him. Bucky looked towards the sun, which had fully risen now. Clint had been really nice to him. He had even offered his land for him. Certainly he could spill his heart out to him.

"Adriana.. she told me she couldn't be with me because of my violent tendencies. She found out I killed all those Flag Smashers members after she was shot. She looked really sad when I told her I did it. Then she mentioned how I was hurting her when I got jealous of her and Sebastian." Bucky explained.

"Sebastian?" Clint asked.

"Yeah, Sebastian Stan. You know.. the actor that kind of look like me." Bucky said.

"Oh him.. yeah. I didn't know you guys know each other." Clint said, a little amused by the fact.

"Yeah. I wish I hadn't though." Bucky said with a frown.

"Why? Is he a bad person?" Clint asked.

Bucky sighed. "I don't know, I mean, I don't know him that much really. He seemed nice but I felt he kind of liked Adriana. He offered her a role in a new movie, to play opposite him. And I just got really jealous. I pulled Adriana by her arm and kind of forced her to stop interacting with Sebastian during lunch once, when he was offering her the role."

"Ah.. I see." Clint said, smiling a little.

"I just.. Adriana was right. I could get a little violent sometimes.. I don't even know if it's me or it's from the Winter Soldier that's still in me." Bucky sighed.

"Don't be too hard on yourself Bucky. What you went through was hard. It's understandable if sometimes you feel you can't differentiate between you and the Winter Soldier. You've been him for the past 60-70 years?" Clint said.

Bucky nodded.

"It doesn't mean that you can't change. You have full control of your mind now. You just have to work on it. It takes time. For what it's worth..I've done similar things like you. And I wasn't brainwashed. I had full control of my mind and I still did it." Clint said. His face looked grim.

"What do you mean?" Bucky asked, his eyebrows raised, curious what Clint had meant.

"I'm going to tell you something Bucky. But please don't tell anyone else. It's a secret I've been keeping since after the blip. It could endanger us, The Avengers, if people know about it." Clint said, looking at Bucky with his brows furrowed.

"Okay. I promise I won't tell anyone." Bucky said, his curiousity peaked.

"Have you ever heard of Ronin?" Clint asked.

"Ronin? I might have heard of him. He's kind of like the Winter Soldier that targeted bad people, right?" Bucky asked.

"Yeah, something like that. Well, Ronin.. Ronin is.. was.. me." Clint said slowly, his eyes looked in so much pain as he admitted his greatest sin.

Bucky's jaw dropped. "What?! You're Ronin?"

"Yes Bucky. After the blip I lost all my family. Everyone in my family turned to dust. I didn't know what to do. It was the lowest point of my life. I didn't know who did what they did, I didn't know where to find who was responsible for the disappearance of my family. So I took it out to every villain in the world that I knew." Clint said dejectedly.

"But they were bad people you killed Clint. You were still a hero." Bucky said.

"Tell that to families of those I killed." Clint snickered.

Bucky was dumbfounded. He never thought Clint would be able to do that. Turned into a heartless killing machine like he was. He rubbed the side of his face, deep in thought.

"So, I understand why you did what you did in that warehouse Bucky. Honestly, I might have done the same thing. It's human nature to want to protect.. to avenge.. those who has hurt our loved ones." Clint said.

"I'm not saying if something like that ever to happen again that we should do the same thing. Obviously we should not. Killing someone even if that someone is a bad guy still does things to us, it rips our soul apart, doesn't it?" Clint continued, looking at Bucky expectantly, hoping Bucky would understand.

Bucky nodded. "I know Clint.. believe me.. I know.."

"It takes time to change. But I believe deep down you're a good person Bucky. With time you'll be able to handle this. I'm sure of it. Don't give up on yourself yet, don't give up on life yet. Yes, you might feel you have nothing else in the world now with Adriana breaking up with you. But you still have us, Sam, me, Bruce, the girls. Who knows, you may meet another woman one day. If you end your life now, you won't know that. If God doesn't want you to stay in this life, He had already had you dead a long time ago. But you're still here. I believe God still have plans for you Bucky. Don't give up just yet, okay?" Clint pleaded. He put his hand on Bucky's shoulder and patted it.

Bucky sighed. What Clint said made sense. He was just still reeling from the shock of Adriana breaking up with him. But he was a grown man. A heartbreak should not debilitate him. A heartbreak should not drive him to be suicidal. Clint was right, God still have plans for him. The fact that Clint was there in the nick of time to save him from his demise was proof enough. Yes, he was going to be strong. Maybe God's plan was for him to continue be a soldier, a hero, helping other people. If in the process he had to be alone, with no one welcoming him at home after a long day of helping people, then he was okay with it. He had to.

"Okay.. Thank you Clint for your words of advice. I.. you saved my life.. thank you." Bucky said, smiling at him. He then gave Clint a hug, Clint hugged him back in return.

"Come on. We have some scouting to do." Clint said, beckoning Bucky to come down from the mountain.

They both stood up and walked down the mountain, back towards the city, hands clapping each others backs.

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Bucky and Clint usually went on scouting missions alone, just the two of them. But this time Okoye and Ayo insisted to come. They had insider information that the house at the border might be where the rebels were producing the super soldier serums, the basic formula of which was stolen from Shuri's lab, as they found out a couple of days after Adriana was injected with it.

Bucky, Clint, Okoye, Ayo and 4 other Dora Milajes arrived at the border. They laid low under the tall grasses on a field about 300 feet away from the group of houses they suspected was the headquarters of the rebels. The houses were typical Wakandan houses, round shaped, made from carved stone with thatched roof. The suspicious thing was that in the group of houses they had not seen any women or children typical of small villages along the border. There were only men.

"So, what's the plan?" Bucky asked.

"There are 8 houses as you can see.." Okoye said.

"Ayo and I will silently go to each one and check them. If we need your help or we got caught, basically if things went south, we'll call for you." Okoye continued.

"No, I want to come too." Bucky said. "I need to see for myself." He continued.

Okoye sighed. "Fine..you come with us..silently.." she warned.

"Don't worry, I can be really stealthy. They won't know I'm there." Bucky said.

Slowly Bucky, Ayo and Okoye walked towards the group of houses, keeping their heads low under the tall grasses while Clint and the rest of the Dora Milaje stayed behind.

Okoye silently went inside the nearest house, Ayo went to a house next to it, and Bucky went to the one left of the house Okoye went into. He didn't find anything there except an empty bed, so he went out. As he came out he was surprised by the sound of people having an argument in the next house. He recognized one of the voice, it was Okoye's voice. He immediately went inside and found Okoye, pointing her spear at a man with an angry look on her face. The man was W'kabi, her husband. The man was also pointing a sword at her. Inside the house there were tables where vials and lab equipments could be seen. Three men were near the tables, all of them pointing their swords and spears at Okoye. When they saw Bucky came in they immediately charged at him and Okoye, surprising him.

The spears they were holding could shoot lasers it seems. Bucky had to block the shooting lasers with his vibranium arm. Okoye and W'kabi fought each other, sparring with their spears and swords, while Bucky dealt with the three men. Ayo came in not long after. Bucky yelled on his comms and called Clint to come and help. As the fight went on more men came in the house. Bucky had a little trouble dealing with the men. They were obviously super soldiers too. They were as strong and quick as he was. At one point two of them succeeded in holding both his arms that he couldn't do anything. A third man threw punches at his face while he was held back by the other two. Suddenly their hold on him loosened and Bucky was free. Clint had come in and shot arrows at them, making them all fell to the ground.

"Thank you for saving my life again, Clint." Bucky said as Clint arrived in front of him.

"No worries Buck." Clint smiled.

They continued the fight as more men entered the house. The fight slowly moved to outside of the house. Bucky was throwing punches at one of the men just outside the house when he felt a searing pain shot at his back. One of the men had shot a laser beam at him from behind his back and it hit him at the back all through to his chest.

"Bucky!" Clint yelled. He immediately ran to Bucky and shot arrows towards the man that had just shot Bucky. Bucky went to his knees, he started to lose his vision. Clint picked him up and brought him inside one of the houses to protect them from the fight outside.

"Bucky.. come on man, wake up." Clint said in panic as he laid Bucky down on the ground and put pressure on Bucky's wound with his hand.

Bucky heard Clint's voice but he couldn't open his eyes. The searing pain was slowly gone and everything went black.

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When Bucky opened his eyes he found himself inside a subway back in NYC. Adriana was sitting next to him, her head on his shoulder. They were holding hands. Bucky felt confused but happy Adriana was by his side, even if not in real life. He realized he was most likely dreaming. Suddenly the subway stopped and his mother, father, and sister came in. Bucky was shocked to see them. He let go of Adriana's hand and stood up. He hugged his family one by one, tears streaming down his face.

"Mom, Dad, Becca.. I've missed you all so much." He cried.

"We've missed you too Bucky." his mother said, putting her hand on his son's cheek. Bucky held his mother's hand and stared at them all.

"Is it time for me to go?" Bucky asked, sniffing a little. He wiped tears from his eyes and looked at them expectantly.

"No honey, you still have a future ahead of you." His father shook his head. He glanced at Adriana who was still sitting behind Bucky.

Bucky turned around and saw Adriana, smiling at him. Bucky was confused. But Adriana didn't want him, he thought.

"But Dad, she doesn't want me to be with her." Bucky said, turning back to look at his father.

"She will Bucky." Becca said. She lifted her hand and beckoned Adriana to come to them. Adriana stood up slowly and took Becca's hand. They hugged each other and Bucky's mother and father took turns to hug her too. Bucky was shocked. He didn't know how to react.

"Take care of him for us, dear." Bucky's mother said to Adriana, holding her hand. Adriana nodded and smiled, then she turned to Bucky.

She reached her hand out to Bucky and Bucky took it hesitantly.

"Come on, Bucky honey. It's our stop." she said.

"Mom, dad, Becca.." he said, still unwilling to leave them.

"Don't worry my dearest son, we will see each other again." his mother smiled at him.

Bucky hugged them all one by one with tears streaming down his face.

The subway stopped and Bucky reluctantly said goodbye to his family. They smiled at him and encouraged him to go. Adriana reached out her hand and gave him a loving smile.

"Come on Bucky. Let's go." she said.

Bucky took her hand and they went out of the subway together. Then everything went dark.

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"Bucky.. Bucky honey?" he could hear the soft familiar voice of the love of his life, calling out his name. He didn't think he would ever hear that voice again, calling his name with such loving tone. He opened his eyes slowly and found Adriana's beautiful eyes staring back at him. She smiled at him and tears started streaming down her face.

"Bucky.. I thought I've lost you.." she sobbed. She hugged him and cried.

"I'm fine Adriana.." Bucky said. For someone who had just been badly wounded he felt strangely fine. Just a little light headed. She let him go from her hug and gazed at him intently with love and adoration, making Bucky felt like a million of butterflies were in his stomach. She was the only one who could give that effect on him. He thought his love for her was gone, but it was still there, stronger even.

"I'm sorry.." Adriana said as he put her hand on the side of his face.

"Sorry for what?" Bucky asked, putting his hand on the side of Adriana's face. She looked miserable. Her hair was a mess, there were circles under her eyes, and her eyes were puffy from crying too much. But she smiled when Bucky touched her.

"For breaking up with you. I was scared Bucky." she said.

"Of me.. right?" Bucky said.

"Well.. yes.. But also of everything else. I mean, my life changed completely in a matter of days. I was kidnapped, wounded, almost dead and suddenly when I woke up I have changed. And then I remembered what you told me. What you did to my dad. What you did after I got shot. It was all too much. I just couldn't take it.." she rambled and started crying again.

"Sshhh.. it's okay Adriana. It's okay." Bucky sat up and hugged her, rubbing circles on her back.

"I was doing training when I heard a commotion outside of the Dora's headquarters." Adriana said, breaking the hug and stared at him intently as she tried to explain herself.

"When I saw you being brought on a stretcher, blood all over you I just lost it Bucky.." she cried again.

"I realized that I love you.. so so much and that I couldn't live without you." Adriana said, sobbing so hard that it broke Bucky's heart.

"Adriana.. doll.. it's okay.. everything is fine now." Bucky said, hugging her again, trying to soothe her.

"Would you forgive me?" Adriana asked as she stared at him expectantly.

"You don't have to ask, doll. I'll always forgive you. It's me who should be apologizing. Your life changed because of me. I have caused you so much pain." Bucky said, staring at her with brows furrowed and regret in his eyes.

"I've forgiven you Bucky. Just, don't ever scare me like this again." she said, smiling at him.

"Likewise, doll.." Bucky said, smiling from to ear to ear. His heart was whole again somehow.

"Oh, and Adriana..I promise I will change. I will never hurt you again, physically or otherwise. And I will try hard to control my violent tendencies." Bucky promised.

"Thank you Bucky. I know you can do it." She smiled.

"I love you, Adriana." Bucky said softly.

"I love you too Bucky." she smiled.

Bucky stared at Adriana's beautiful face, giving her a soft, adoring and loving look. Then he put his hand behind her neck and pulled her to him. He kissed her lips softly and everything clicked into place. He found his place in this world again. His home, his anchor. He finally felt calm, peace and happy, after decades of being in the dark. He knew at that moment that everything was going to be alright. As long as he had her by his side. And he was right.

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Warning: smut ahead, marked with *******************

3 months later..

Bucky opened his eyes slowly. He looked in front of him and Adriana was there, eyes closed, mouth opened a little, she looked so peaceful in her sleep. Bucky smiled. He stroked her bare arm gently, drinking in her beautiful sleeping face, her messy but gorgeous hair, her beautiful body. She wasn't wearing anything, just covered her body with the sheets up to her breasts. Her smooth neck was exposed, making him swallowed hard. His face reddened as he remembered what they did the night before. He didn't know making love to her could be so wild, yet so beautiful. Remembering last night made his manhood twitch. He shook his head. They made love so much last night, he didn't know if he could do it again that morning.

Life for him and Adriana had been blissful for the past 3 months. The fight at the border of Wakanda ended up well for their side even if he got shot. Apparently it was W'kabi, Okoye's husband who had been helping the Flag Smashers. After Killmonger, T'challa's cousin who once led a coup against T'challa and was about to declare war upon the earth was dead, W'kabi went into hiding. W'kabi was Killmonger's supporter. He was once T'challa's best friend. But when T'challa failed to keep his promise to him of bringing the man who killed his parents back to Wakanda, his loyalty wavered. Killmonger was the one who successfully avenged the death of his parents, so his loyalty turned to Killmonger. He also had the same vision as Killmonger. To conquer nations on earth, specifically those white nations, as he felt the black race all over the world was largely oppressed. He had planned on working together with the Flag Smashers to conquer earth. He was in the process of creating his army of super soldiers when he was finally stopped. He was wounded in the battle at the border by his own wife, and had to go to trial. He and Okoye finally got divorced in the process. Bucky was sad for Okoye. He couldn't imagine having something like a different political view would separate him from Adriana.

With The Flag Smashers and W'kabi defeated, life was peaceful. Yes, they still had the threat from the Kree invasion hung over their heads. But they were prepared for it. The Avengers still did daily training as well as the SHIELD recruits. People all over the world had been informed. Bunkers and safe houses had been built. Safety and evacuation protocols had been made and distributed all over the world. They were more or less ready. After the blip, people of the world had become more resilient. Some even volunteered to become soldiers, helping The Avengers and SHIELD.

Adriana had been helping Bucky with training every weekend. She didn't want to leave her job as a fashion designer, it was what she loved most. But she also didn't want her newfound strength and power to go to waste. So she helped Bucky with his classes. She sometimes learned other things too at the compound, like archery and weapons handling. She even tried learning to fly the quinjet. Bucky didn't want her to become like him, part of the Avenger. He wanted her to stay safe out of harms way. But sometimes Adriana was itching to go out in missions to use her power, much to Bucky's dismay. Thankfully there were no missions in the past 3 months. So they just focused on training.

Bucky had moved out of his apartment and moved in with Adriana about a month after they went back from Wakanda. It was basically just becoming a place for him to store his things anyway, as he spent everyday and every night at Adriana's. Adriana had requested to see his apartment one day even though Bucky insisted that she did not. But she was adamant and Bucky finally gave up. After seeing it Adriana requested Bucky to move in with her. Her heart broke looking at the condition of his apartment where there wasn't even a bed. Bucky agreed immediately of course. It was a burden and a waste to pay the rent every month anyway.

So that's where they found themselves that day. They were at a very good place in their lives. Bucky had never felt happier being with Adriana. As days went by he became more sure of their relationship. She was definitely his match. They complemented each other's characters perfectly. And the fact that she was now basically a super soldier like himself made it all better. He didn't have to worry that she would grow older faster than he was. They grew older at the same pace.

For the past couple of weeks Bucky had been contemplating tying the knot with her. He was an old fashioned man. Marriage was definitely something in his mind. And he definitely couldn't imagine being married to someone else but Adriana. The idea of declaring their love to each other, promising to each other to always be together, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad times, in front of God and other people was romantic and exciting for him. He also wanted to build a family. He saw how happy Clint was with his children that he wanted some of his own. He didn't know though if it was something on Adriana's mind. She was still young, it was possible she didn't want marriage as much as Bucky. But as days went by, he was more sure of it. So he decided to throw caution to the wind and he secretly prepared to propose to her.

That fine Sunday was when he decided to propose to her. He had planned it all out. He couldn't wait any longer.

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He stroked Adriana's cheek gently and called out her name.

"Adriana, doll, wake up.." he planted a kiss on her cheek and Adriana stirred.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him.

"Good morning Bucky.." she stretched and yawned, making the sheets slipped off her and parts of her breasts popped out.

Bucky couldn't help but notice and his manhood twitched again. Maybe he could make love to her one more time, he thought as he stared at Adriana's beautiful figure. He got up and straddled himself on top of her making Adriana squeal.

"Bucky.. what.." she giggled.

"You're so beautiful this morning doll, I can't help myself." he said mischievously.

He leaned down and kissed her fully on the lips with reckless abandon. He licked her lips requesting access to her tongue and she opened it. As they continued kissing and their tongues danced in sensual ways, his right hand stroked the length of her arm, and passed her stomach and he finally got what he wanted. He squeezed her right breast and started to stroke her hardened nipples, making her moan in ecstasy. Bucky felt his manhood became harder listening to her moans. He broke the kiss and started to pepper kisses behind her ears and down throughout her smooth neck, making her moan even louder. Satisfied kissing and biting her neck and leaving some hickeys in the process, his kisses went downward. He kissed the valley between her breasts, inhaling her unique scent which made him go even crazier. He then planted kisses on her left breast and finally licked her pebbled nipples.

"Ooh Bucky honey.. that feels soo good.." Adriana moaned, making Bucky smile.

He continued licking and sucking her left nipples while his right hand pinched and stroked her right nipple, making her almost go over the edge. Being so turned on she had started moving her hips against him. The friction to his length made him crazy. He couldn't wait to be in her but he needed to service her first. He stopped his ministrations on both her breasts and got up. He took the sheets off her and opened her legs.

"Bucky.. what are you doing?" Adriana asked, looking up at him, eyes glazed over with lust.

"I want to taste you first, doll." he said and winked. Adriana turned a deep shade of red and licked her bottom lip, spurring Bucky to start to move.

He put his face between her legs. The scent coming out from her was delicious to him. He slowly started to lick her. She was drenched. So wet just for him. That made him very happy. He licked her folds from bottom to top, like licking an ice cream and he made sure to put special focus on the small round pebble on top of her folds, making her almost scream in ecstasy. Adriana's hips bucked under his expert ministrations, chasing the friction from his tongue and mouth. She kept moaning even louder every time Bucky licked and sucked her. Bucky put his index finger in her too, pistoning it in and out from her, making her scream out his name.

"Bucky! Ooh.. I can't.. I'm gonna cum Bucky.. " she pleaded as her nails dug to his back.

Bucky didn't respond but continued servicing her. Her thighs trembled, her folds clenched and the coil in her stomach finally unravelled. She bucked her hips and let out a combination of laughter and sensual moans. That was one of the things he loved about her. She always laughed when she came. The most beautiful laugh he had ever heard. Bucky got up and put his hands beside her, trapping her between his arms, as she continued laughing and giggling.

"You're so beautiful Adriana.. I'm so lucky to have you." He said, giving her a loving gaze. Adriana smiled and pulled him to kiss him. They kissed but not for long. Bucky started to move his hips against her. He wasn't wearing anything either. His hardened length moved between her legs, and he couldn't wait any longer. He slowly put himself inside her, and as usual the action made his head want to explode. She was so wet, hot and tight for him. He was sure he wasn't going to last long. He pushed himself fully in her and it felt like coming home, always. He took a moment to look at her beautiful face and large loving eyes.

"I love you.. " he croaked.

"I love you too Bucky." Adriana smiled, cupping his face and kissed him softly.

They started moving together, working together to achieve the peak of pleasure. As they moved Bucky's eyes never left hers. He could see the love and lust in her eyes. And it made him happy that those eyes only look at him that way. She was his and his alone. Only he could make her look like that. They moved even faster, chasing the peak together, chest heaving and hips bucking, he felt it. She was close to her having her second peak, right on time too because he didn't think he could last any longer. They finally fell over the edge together. Her nails dug into his back as she came while he held her so tight, groaning and moaning like an animal.

"I love you Bucky.. I love you so much." she declared in between her breaths.

"I love you too Adriana.. I love you so so much. You have no idea how much." he declared, making her smile.

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After the morning love making concluded, they took a shower together and had breakfast. Bucky insisted to cook for her this time. She had always cooked for him, but he wanted to spoil her that day. He cooked her favorite, just a simple buttermilk pancakes, the recipe of which she had shared with him. He had cooked it with her multiple times, so he was confident making it himself.

His pancakes turned out good, he was proud he could make it all himself from scratch. Adriana complimented him, even telling him it was better than her pancakes, making him smile. After they finished their breakfast they went out and took a walk. Bucky had asked Adriana to visit Central Park. He wanted to go to their secret garden. The historical garden where they first met in his dream.

When they arrived there it was crowded as it was a Sunday morning. People could be seen jogging, walking their dogs, playing frisbee and playing with their children. Other people could be seen sitting under the trees or on benches, enjoying reading books or eating snacks.

They passed an ice cream cart on their way to their secret garden. Adriana begged to stop, she had a craving for vanilla and pistachio ice cream, so they stopped. Bucky couldn't help but remember their first date there. They had fed each other's ice creams and the sight of her licking ice cream that he was holding was something he would never forget. They did it again that day, not as tense as they did before though. They laughed and giggled all through it. After finishing their ice cream they continued their walk to the secret garden.

As they walked they passed an area where a concert was being held. Apparently there was a music festival there. Bucky didn't know the artists playing there but Adriana did. Apparently the bands who were playing were bands from the 90s and early 2000s. They continued walking to their secret garden while Adriana hummed and sang along all the way there. She had a beautiful voice, he loved listening to her sing.

They finally arrived at their secret garden. A garden hidden behind a tall wall of shrubs. They walked through a hidden opening and finally arrived there. As usual the butterflies were flying around them as they got inside. Beautiful colorful flowers bloomed all around them. The flowers smelled good too. They took deep breaths enjoying the atmosphere.

Adriana walked around the garden and Bucky followed, telling Bucky the names of the flowers and sniffing them. Bucky couldn't focus much though. His heart beat very fast. His mind rehearsed the words he was going to say to her. He put his hand to his pocket, feeling the small velvet box he had brought with him. Sam had helped him pick a ring for her last week. He was ecstatic knowing Bucky was planning to propose to Adriana. He offered to accompany Bucky to pick a ring, much to Bucky's relief. He wasn't sure he could pick it himself. They had settled on a simple platinum band with heart shaped diamond on the center of it. He hoped the ring fit her. He had spent countless times holding and kissing her hand, sometimes even licking her fingers during their love making that he was sure he knew her ring size. He was still anxious though.

Suddenly they could hear the band at the concert they passed earlier played a love song. It was I Knew I Loved you by Savage Garden. He knew this song because Adriana sometimes played it back home. He felt happy listening to that song now. It was perfect timing.

He reached out to Adriana, pulled her hand and turned her towards him.

"Would you dance with me doll?" Bucky asked.

"Sure Bucky honey." Adriana smiled.

Adriana put her hands around Bucky's neck and Bucky put his hands around her shoulder. He pulled her closer and put his forehead on hers. They stared at each other as they swayed slowly, following the music.

Maybe it's intuition

But some things you just don't question

Like in your eyes, I see my future in an instant

And there it goes, I think I've found my best friend

I know that it might sound more than a little

Crazy, but I believe

I knew I loved you before I met you

I think I dreamed you into life

I knew I loved you before I met you

I have been waiting all my life

There's just no rhyme or reason

Only this sense of completion

And in your eyes, I see the missing pieces

I'm searching for, I think I found my way home

There was no other song that could describe their love so perfectly. Sometimes Bucky thought he might have dreamed her into life. There was no one as perfect as she was for him. They gazed at each other with love and affection, feeling there were no one in the world but them. Butterflies continued to fly around them. The song finally came to and end, and Bucky leaned forward to kiss her. It felt like full circle. This was the place they had their first kiss. He could still remember it so vividly. The way her lips moved on him, the way she tasted, the way her apple infused scent overwhelmed his nose in a nice way.

The band played yet another Savage Garden song. Bucky couldn't believe his luck. The other song was also perfect for that day. It was Truly, Madly, Deeply by Savage Garden too. He thankfully remembered the lyrics to the song. He broke the kiss and started singing along to the song while still moving and swaying with her to the music.

I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy

I'll be your hope, I'll be your love, be everything that you need

I'll love you more with every breath, truly, madly, deeply do

I will be strong, I will be faithful 'cause I'm counting on

A new beginning, a reason for living

A deeper meaning, yeah

I wanna stand with you on a mountain

I wanna bathe with you in the sea

I wanna lay like this forever

Until the sky falls down on me

Adriana smiled listening to him sing. It was rare for him to sing so she enjoyed every moment of it. When the song ended they kissed again, not for long though. Bucky broke the kiss and held both her hands.

"Adriana, I have never felt happier in my life. Ever since I saw you in my dream, I knew we were meant to be. Being with you had made me the happiest man in the world. I didn't know I could ever feel love again. I thought my heart had frozen along with my body that fateful day I fell off the train. But you had warmed it, set fire to it even. You had saved my life. You cared for me and understood me when I felt no one else had. You're the only one that can complete me. You're the only one I ever want. I don't want to spend the rest of my life with anyone but you. So would you please give me the honor of becoming your husband?" Bucky pulled out the velvet box in his pocket, opened it and knelt before her.

Adriana put her hands on her mouth. She was speechless, tears started streaming down her face.

"What do you say Adriana? Will you marry me?" Bucky asked again, looking up at her nervously, heart beating very fast, his hands shaking.

Adriana was speechless, she could only nod. Bucky smiled wide. He stood up and picked the ring from the box. He slowly put it on Adriana's finger where it fit her perfectly.

"Can you say it Adriana, doll? I want to hear you say it." Bucky said, holding her hands tight.

"Oh Bucky, yes.. a thousand times yes I will marry you." She said, smiling brightly at him with happy tears streaming down her face.

Bucky smiled. His life was complete. His life finally made sense. Every single thing that had happened to him led him to this moment. He could finally live in peace. Accepted everything that had happened to him and moved on. Started on a new beginning, with his bride to be at his side.

Note : Thank you so much for reading this story. If you love this cute and powerful couple, make sure you check out their next adventure in the sequel titled The Distance. It's going to be an adventure 😉 Read it here.

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The Real Winter Soldier.

Bucky's reputation proceeds as he heads out one night to relieve some stress - but perhaps people know him less than they think when he decides to eliminate an enduring problem, with climactic results. Prompts fulfilled: ‘Boys With Pretty Eyes’ – Bug’s First Bingo (@unfortunate-beetle-and-friends); ‘Bad Reputation’ – Build-a-Bucky Bingo (@buckybarnesevents); ‘Bi-Wildered’ and ‘Stalker with a Crush’ – @multifandom-flash (Double) - Blackout! Find the Masterlist here!; ‘Anonymous Sex’ (Alternate) – The Woods Are Lovely, Dark, and Deep (@darcylewisbingohq); ‘Do it Again’ and ‘Submissive Lover’ – @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition). CW: Smut.

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I’d heard of the place a few times over the years. It always sparked the same idea, but I’d pushed it away time and again, hoping that the situation would eventually rectify itself.

But it didn’t, and now I was here – standing outside a nondescript building, identifiable only by a small plaque by the black door, shining gold letting declaring ‘innominate’.

My hands shook as I stepped inside, clad in unremarkable, anonymous black, my hood up, the lower portion of my face obscured by a dark face mask, printed with the lower half of an ominous skull.

Anonymous I may be, but I still had a reputation to uphold.

The inside was surprisingly light and airy, and the blonde girl behind the pale wooden counter beamed broadly as I entered.

“Hi! Welcome to innominate. Is this your first visit with us?”

Her jovial, upbeat tone eased my nerves somewhat, and I nodded silently, nervous about how identifiable my voice may be. She clapped her hands excitedly, leaning forward in her seat. “Amazing! Would you like to hear about anonymity policies, or just dive right in?”

“I-” I broke off quickly, clearing my throat and dropping my voice another octave before continuing, “I have identifying… Marks. How certain are you that the… Individual won’t tell anyone I was here, if they recognize me?”

Her smile softened sympathetically, and she shook her head. “All of our staff sign intensive NDAs. We have been in business for eight years, and have never had a single breach in confidentiality, despite catering to some of the city’s most elite.”

I nodded slowly, distinctly impressed by their success rate, feeling somewhat reassured. “I’m pleased to hear that. So… How does this- How do I…?”

She grinned once more, sliding a tablet over the counter. “This shows who’s currently available, and will let you know a little about them. Take all the time you need; just let me know who you decide on, and I’ll show you through when you’re ready.”

Another nod, and I took a seat, pulling my hood a little further over my head as someone else entered.

“Oh! Welcome back, miss. The usual?” the receptionist chirruped, and the patron chuckled.

“Yes, please, Evangeline. I’m rather fond of Roxy.”

One of the images on my screen – a heavily pierced and tattooed individual, sporting black lipstick and sharp eyeliner – vanished immediately. The client turned and caught my eye as I glanced up curiously, the crinkle in her forehead giving away the smile beneath her blue face mask. “Ah… New meat?” I hesitated before nodding, and she winked broadly. “Don’t worry. It’s not as scary as you think. You’ll be fine.”

I grinned behind my own mask, inclining my head gratefully and earning a happy wave in response before she trotted off, her enthusiasm evident.

I was halfway through the catalogue, having come across several possibilities, but there was nothing – nobody – yet who particularly spoke to me, until a pair of gorgeous mahogany eyes bore into mine.

Oh…

My finger tapped the image automatically, opening the file to a flurry of pictures, my breath catching in my throat.

Oh.

The man was stretched out in a variety of poses and degrees of dress, brandishing a selection of whips and canes, handcuffs and ropes, his biceps tensed and the muscles of his back flexed beneath an expertly rendered tattoo of a ship.

The Lieutenant Age: 28 Height: 6’0” Body Type: Muscular Kinks: Shibari, marking, squirting, sub/dom dynamics, sadomasochism, anal. Preferred gender: Any and all! Specialises in: BDSM, inexperience.

The Lieutenant was previously a Navy man, so he knows his way around ropes and has endless patience. His confidence in his own skill is so high, he offers a money-back guarantee if climax is not achieved within sixty minutes*.

*Denial practices and similar render this guarantee null and void.

Oh. Well. He seems… Nice?

I reapproached the desk shyly, the tablet clenched between my fingers. The receptionist – Evangeline, apparently – looked up as I stood before her, fixing me with another encouraging smile. “You’ve made your decision?” With a small, sheepish nod, I offered the device back to her, the man’s face staring up between us incriminatingly. She grinned a little wider, her gaze finding mine knowingly. “A good choice. He’s highly rated. Did you bring any special instructions?”

“Special instructions?” I repeated uncertainly, my palms sweating.

She quickly shook her head, hands raised to soothe my nerves. “Some patrons like to provide specific instructions for their meeting. You could prepare some now, if you’d like?” I hesitated briefly before shaking my head, and she nodded once, making a note. “Well, if you visit us again, it may be worth bearing in mind – certain outfits, scenarios, equipment…” I swallowed anxiously, and she beamed. “No requirement, of course; it’s just something to consider. So – are you ready to go through?”

With an uncertain nod, I fell into place behind her as she lead the way down a hall behind the desk, my heart racing. She paused beside a blank door, a plaque similar to the one on the outside of the building secured to the wall, ‘The Lieutenant’ shimmering at me in that same ethereal gold. With a gentle knock, she opened the door slightly, ushering me forward with a thumbs up and a mouthed ‘have fun!’.

Most of the room appeared as if a standard bedroom – a four-poster bed with red silk sheets, a floor length mirror, a couple of wardrobes… And a number of unidentifiable, intimidating contraptions to one side, half-obscured by a hanging sheet.

But the focus of the space was undoubtedly the man lounging on the bed, one hand behind his head, dark eyes shifting to mine as I leant against the door.

“There’s a form for you to fill out on the desk… Bring it to me when you’re done, and we’ll make a start. It’s nothing serious,” he added with a grown when I hesitated, a hint of an accent sending a shiver down my spine. “Just preferences, hard limits, interests… Things like that.”

I knotted my fingers in front of myself nervously pulling at the tips of the glove on my left hand uncertainly. “I, uh…” I trailed off, and he chuckled.

“You won’t surprise me. I’ve seen it all.” I winced as he spoke, looking away, and he hesitated. “You’ve never… Explored?”

“I’ve never been with a man,” I replied shortly, my cheeks colouring, and heard him rise from the bed, crossing over to stand before me. The rolled-up sleeves of his shirt exposed strong forearms, and I swallowed dryly as I shifted my gaze to his.

“You’ve never been with anyone.”

“I’ve been with people!” I retorted hotly, face flaming, falling silent when he raised an eyebrow pointedly. “I… I’ve done… Some things. Giving things. With som- with one person. …Once.”

“My, my… The great Bucky Barnes is a virgin, hm?”

My head snapped up in surprise, feeling myself pale. “How- Why would you think that I’m-”

“I’d recognise those eyes anywhere.”

With a dry swallow, I tugged down my mask, smirking with far more bravado than I felt. “What are you – some kind of stalker with a crush, or something?”

“Just a fan of attractive men with a bad reputation,” he quipped back, moving a little closer. “I’ve warmed myself on many a cold night thinking about those baby blues staring up at me while you’re on your knees – or down at me while I’m on mine.”

I gulped audibly as he rested a hand against the door beside my head, the warmth of his breath ghosting over my skin as he smiled. “You must have come here today with some idea of what you wanted, Winter Soldier. Why don’t you tell me the things that have you squirming and stroking that cock, and I’ll see what I can do to make them come true?”

A shy shrug, and my eyes flicked to his once more, tongue darting out to wet my dry lips nervously. “I… Y-You can do anything you like to me, Lieutenant. I just kind of want to get it over with.”

He sighed with a grin, thumb trailing gently over my jaw. “No, no, boy. I’m going to take my sweet time with you. You’ve given me a very high honour, and I intend to make the very most of it.” I blushed, and he smirked, grasping my chin between his fingers. “But… If you’d like to give me free range, I’ll make sure and certain to make your world implode.” I nodded quickly as he leant closer, my breath hitching in my chest as his mouth paused a half-inch from mine. “Say ‘yes, Sir.”

“Y-Yes, Sir…” I stammered at a whisper, and no sooner had the words left my lips than they were pressed firmly to his, my back meeting the wood hard as I whimpered quietly. His fingers knotted in my hair, free hand sliding up the edge of my shirt to grasp my hip as he pressed himself to me. The feeling of his cock digging into my abdomen made me tremble nervously, and he pulled back far enough to shoot me a grin.

“So you’ve never touched another man, hm?” he purred, mouth trailing over my throat as I gasped and shook my head. His hand found mine, guiding my fingers to the straining in his slacks and inhaling sharply at my tentative touch. I let my body react instinctively, free hand seeking his belt, eager to have his skin against my own, and he snorted. “So enthusiastic, huh? You go right ahead, snowflake. Put those hands to good use… And then we’ll see what that mouth can do.”

The sound that emanated from my chest was embarrassingly needy, earning a chuckle from the man pressing me to the door, my hand reaching into his underwear. He groaned roughly against my neck, hips twitching into my palm as I caressed him clumsily, before snorting softly. “Just relax, Snowflake. You’re overthinking it... Just do what you’d do to yourself.”

My hand stuttered on his length, and I bit my lip nervously as his lips skirted my collarbone, fingers slowly pressing higher up my stomach, trailing lightly over my ribs. “I-I, uh...”

His other hand worked to cup the front of my jeans, and he froze, leaning back with his eyebrows raised. “... Did I... Are you not... Enjoying yourself?”

My face heated, and I shook my head quickly. “No- I mean, I am, I- This is good, I just- I’m really enjoying myself, it’s just that-”

“Hey.” I met his eyes, and he smiled softly. “It’s okay. Take your time; I just want you to have a good experience, yeah?” I nodded slowly, shyly, and he cupped the back of my neck to pull me with him, kissing me deeply whilst moving toward the bed.

I let out a soft gasp as my back hit the sheets, his body half atop mine, squeezing his length gently and earning a quiet whine for my effort. His fingers slipped into my waistband, lips at my throat, and my eyes fixed on the canopy overhead as his hand shifted lower.

“... Oh. Oh. I see...”

I winced, muscles tensing as he froze, tears pricking my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I breathed, voice cracking, and his head shot up quickly.

“You- What? Why?” His hand was still in my pants as I shrugged, and he kissed me softly. “You have nothing to apologise for. This doesn’t change a damn thing. I just didn’t- I had no idea that you... I shouldn’t have assumed, though.”

With a weak chuckle, I shrugged again, hyperaware of his fingers resting gently on my freshly shaved crotch. “Nobody knows. Except... Well, you, now.”

“Do you want me to carry on?” he breathed, smiling when I nodded, his lips brushing mine once more. “Anything I shouldn’t... Say? Touch?” I shook my head, trembling lightly, and he purred, nuzzling into my jaw. “Relax, boy... I’m going to show you the stars.”

My muscles unclenched, and I nodded, eyes closing as his fingers crept lower.

Oh. Oh. Oh, wow...

My back arched as his fingertips brushed against my tender clit, a humiliating groan bursting from my lips, making him chuckle against me. “That’s it – god, so needy... Look how eager you are for me, snowflake...” His thumb skirted light circles over my clit as his fingers slid lower, trailing along my wetness, grunting with pleasure as my legs inched apart automatically. “Tell me to stop at any time,” he whispered. No sooner had I nodded than one fingertip pressed inside me gently, making my body clench automatically against the intrusion. His hand paused, lips caressing my throat to relax me, murmuring soft encouragement into my skin until he could continue.

“Oh...” I breathed as my body began to react to his gentle touches, any thoughts of pleasing him briefly pushed from my mind as I fisted the sheets in my ecstasy. “Oh... Oh, God...”

He chuckles quietly, shifting to kneel beside me, freeing his hand to jerk my jeans down with a grin. “My fantasy requires very little reworking...” His eyes found mine, earth and ocean locked together, and he smiled a little more softly. “I’m still going to want those eyes on me when I taste you.”

I gulped and nodded, propping myself up on my elbows to watch him as he slid my boxers down my legs, a low shiver working through my body anxiously. Rough palms on my thighs sent sparks of pleasure along my nerves, and a gasp was torn from my lips as he tugged my legs apart, exposing my wetness to him shamelessly. His gaze sparkled as he took me in, chewing on his lip eagerly for a moment before he dropped to his chest, burying his face against me with a groan.

I yelped in pleasure, back arching when his tongue trailed the length of me, one hand on each of my thighs pressing them further to offer myself to him without hesitation. He drew back just long enough to grin up at me, winking as he licked his lips. “Mmm... Every bit as delicious as I imagined.” My head fell back as he returned his tongue to my slit, finger working its way back inside me. My eyelids fluttered in pleasure, a soft whine sneaking between my teeth as he licked and sucked at me, but I couldn’t help stiffening when a second digit brushed my entrance. “Easy, sweet boy... Relax...” he murmured, peppering soft kisses over my clit until my body uncurled, permitting a second fingertip to slide inside me. I groaned at the pleasurable stretch, toes curling, one hand finding his hair to pin him closer. He let out a sound of surprised delight as he worked me ever more eagerly, digits striking an unfathomable spot inside me that make my breath stutter and electricity jolt through my veins.

“O-Oh- oh, fuck... God, that- that’s- God, don’t stop, please-” I stammered uselessly, rutting against his face desperately, body trembling. He guided me on for a moment more, sending me barrelling ever closer to my quickly-approaching climax – and leaving me shaking and whimpering when he drew back quickly. “Wh- No, please, please don’t- I need you to-”

He shifted up my body to kiss me deeply, the taste of me on his tongue making me blink in surprise.

Well... That’s... Unexpectedly hot...

“Breathe, boy... I only get one opportunity to give you your first orgasm at the hand of another. And I’ll be damned if I’m not having you screaming on my cock.”

I gulped and nodded, my hands moving to push his shirt from his shoulders, pulling eagerly at the buttons. “Yes. Yes, Sir. Please.” With a soft groan, he pushed down his slacks, kicking himself free from his layers until he lay naked over me.

“Shirt off. I want every damn inch of you.”

With a frantic nod, I dragged the material over my head, wincing minutely at the ragged scar at my shoulder where flesh melted into metal, and the parallel lines across my chest. At this, he paused for a moment, taking the time to trail soft kisses from one side of my chest to the other, and then along the rough skin at the amputation site. “Winter Soldier... You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, moving to kiss me gently as I blushed. His chest met mine, one hand tangling in my hair, his cock pressing against my thigh lightly while I shivered nervously. Reaching out, he snagged a condom off the bedside table, but I shook my head, catching his wrist gently.

“Do you have to?” I murmured, swallowing. “I-I... I don’t mind if you do. But I’d like to know what it- the most... Real experience.”

He frowned minutely, dropping the foil and meeting my eyes seriously. “I’m clean. I always use a rubber at work. But what about-”

“Not a risk,” I interrupted quickly, shaking my head. “None of it... Works.”

With a gulp, he nodded, and I quivered as he maneuvered himself until his tip brushed against me lightly. His mouth find mine to swallow my gentle whimper as he pressed forward – but he drew back quickly to let out a low groan, forehead meeting mine. “F-Fuck, Snowflake – the tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever had...” My nails dug into his back with mild discomfort and intense delight, his words notably and unexpectedly arousing, legs lifting to wrap tightly around his waist.

“All for you, Lieutenant,” I gasped, burying my face in his throat. “Y-you’re the first person ever... The only one- Fuck, so big...”

With a quiet growl, he bottomed out inside me, pausing to pant against my hair, resting for just a moment. “Are y- fuck, that’s so good, so wet, so tight, clenched around me like a goddamn vice... A-are you okay?” I nodded quickly against him, feeling unusually but deliciously complete, his free hand finding my waist to ground himself before he drew back slowly.

“I’m good, I’m good, I’m- Holy shit, that’s- I can’t- You-” My useless whimpering dissolved into whines and mewls as he shifted, working every inch of his thick cock inside me, stretching me out with admirable patience.

“That’s it, soldier. You’re doing so well – look at that wet pussy taking me so prettily... You feel so good, sweet boy...” His fingers shook minutely as he caressed my jaw, kissing me deeply as his thrusts slowly increased in speed, leaving me gasping for breath as my body began to jerk under his strength.

“I- L-Lieutenant, I- I can’t- I’m-”

He growled as his hips met mine harder, the grip on my waist releasing to free his fingers to tease my clit encouragingly. “That’s it, boy. Give it to me. Squeeze that perfect cunt around my cock and come for me like the eager little slut for me.” His thrusts became more erratic as I worked myself against him frantically, whimpering when he began to slam into me with a renewed passion. “Scream for me, soldier. Show me how much you love it.”

My nails clawed desperately at his back as the room filled with the lewd sounds of skin meeting skin, sharp gasps of pleasure and my quickly increasing moans until my back arched, body unravelling under his rough thrusts and gentle touch. “F- I’m- I- Lieutenant, yes, just like that, just there, I-!”

He buried himself inside me as my entire body jerked and spasmed, muscles clenching around him as I cried out. His lips by my ear parted in a deafening groan, and I whimpered at the feeling of his hot seed spilling inside me, his firm thrusts slowing gradually as he pressed a soft, trembling kiss to my sweat-damp hair.

I lay in his bare arms, still panting lightly, his fingers caressing the metal of my arm tenderly as we came down together.

“So? Good enough for your first time?” he asked softly, and I laughed, head meeting his chest.

“I can’t imagine it gets much better,” I breathed, shivering happily. “That was... Earth-shattering.”

With a quiet snort, he squeezed me gently, stretching himself out beneath me. “Well... You’ve still got a couple of hours left yet. Anything particular you’d like to do with your time?”

His gaze met mine, and I smirked, tensing gently around his length still resting inside me, making his pupils flare with lust. “Do it again.”

Eyebrow arching, he waited for me to nod affirmatively before pinning me down, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

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rosalynshields · 2 years

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The Mate (Chapter 10)

Chapter 10 - Officer’s Club (Rosalyn) - Part 2

Pairing: Werewolf Alpha Steve Rogers x Original Character & Werewolf Alpha Bucky Barnes x Original Character

Summary: As far as anyone knows Steve Rogers downed the Valkyrie and woke up 66 years later after being frozen in the Arctic missing his date with Peggy Carter. No one knew the secrets he kept from the world and the government. The first being that he was an Alpha Werewolf. The second being that he had a Mate and it was not Peggy Carter.

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 5.5K

Chapter Summary: Rosalyn's POV and what she's been up to and she gets to meet Natasha.

The Mate - Masterlist

Chapter 10 - Officer’s Club (Rosalyn)

Casey thought that Rosalyn and Carter would be the perfect Alpha pair and wonderful leaders. Casey figured that if Rosalyn mated Carter that she would stay for good. Then Casey would start planning to stay as well. While she does enjoy Carter's flirty banter, their obvious chemistry and magic it was unlikely that she would be able to take any new male as a Mate. She didn't think she could have any Mate with a double-sided bond besides Steven Grant Rogers.

Carter isn't going to settle for anything less than a full double-sided mating. She already had a clusterfuck of an incomplete mating bond with the Зимний солдат (Winter Soldier). She isn't even sure if that bond is one-way or double-sided. It’s so complicated and it's from 1965 when Steve was still in the ice. So, it's likely a double-sided bond probably wouldn’t ever be possible unless the bond between her and Steve was completely broken.

The bond between her and Steve is so frayed that it might be able to be broken without dying or going insane but who really knows. Their situation isn't exactly common. Steve should have been her one and only true Mate. She isn’t sure how the mating attempt with the Зимний солдат (Winter Soldier) affected the original bond with Steve but she’s sure it didn’t help. An Alpha werewolf can have multiple people mated to them. Those are typically one-sided bonds.

Mates are both a physical and magical bond, a one-sided bond has one person tied to the other but the other can walk away at any time. A one-sided bond can turn into a double-side bond if both parties accept the Mating but if things have gone to far and the bond is too tight and if the unmated leaves, the mated person’s mind can break under the strain. Double-side bonds are extremely deep and hard to break. Losing your Mate can kill you or make you go insane.

Before Steve died, they had a double-sided Mating bond. He was supposed to be her Mate for life. Losing him in WWII almost caused her to go insane but she managed to survive. She tried to move on and most succeeded only to find out that he was alive. Steve has been alive and out of the ice for the past five years, the bond is still there. It’s still frayed to the point that she can barely sense him. Or at least she thinks that she can sense him but without contact back from Steve.

It's really hard to confirm anything. It makes her think that it was extremely likely that the bond would need to be reaffirmed in order to be fixed. With sex. Of course. Otherwise, they would have to find a way to break the bond completely and carefully. There really was no way to know. Especially since having a Mate come back from the dead isn’t exactly heard of. Plus, the bond with the Зимний солдат (Winter Soldier) has to be dealt with.

James MaCaskill, the man she married decades after Steve died. Her one and only husband had been pretty understanding about the situation. Not surprising he was always taking things in stride. This included when he found out Rosalyn wasn’t human. He figured it out, after the attack on Tony Stark’s convoy. He was the one to find her. Extremely wounded. She had what would have been major life-threatening injuries if she had been human. if she had been human.

Instead, she started radically healing right in front of his eyes. Thankfully, his usual partner Wade Wilson AKA Deadpool was a mutant and also had a healing factor. So, he had a general idea on how to handle the situation. James hid her until the most noticeable of wounds were healed. This helped to keep her non-human status a secret. While the government is aware of shifters, they haven’t really taken a stance on them yet. Plus, it would be easy to get noticed by the wrong sort of people.

Such as the remnants of the снежная сирена (Snow Siren) Program. After that Rosalyn made sure to explain to him that she wasn’t a mutant but an Alpha Werewolf. She didn't have to tell Wade. He had already figured it out having met a few shifters throughout his long life. After that they became inseparable especially when James found out about Rosalyn’s extensive combat and weapons training. Rosalyn, James, Kaitlyn and Wade became thick as thieves.

They had a lot of fun sparing and trying out new moves on each other. James was particularly fascinated by some of the moves she had acquired from other government agencies. Turns out James was also an accomplished knife fighter, so he taught her a few new moves. Of course, Rosalyn and Kaitlyn couldn't exactly use their complete strength on James since he was human but Wade on the other hand was a completely different story.

They were even allowed to practice their fighting skills while partially shifted. They didn't have to worry about infecting him with the Werewolf gene, his healing factor wouldn’t allow it. They improved a lot of their skills. Ironically, James and Rosalyn didn’t officially start dating until the day that Tony Stark was found. She had been with Lt. Colonel Rhodes’ team when Mr. Stark was found and triaged his injuries, or rather she had partially healed some of his dehydration and malnourishment.

She couldn’t afford to advertise her abilities. James kissed her in celebration. They were deeply in lust which later became love. They were married after their Tour of Afghanistan ended at Legal on Base with Wade and Kaitlyn as witnesses. The only man she married, human or otherwise. Throughout the years they had their problems like any other married couple. A few months after they moved to their new duty station at Joint Base Pearl Harbor-Hickam in Hawaii James went out on assignment.

Not long into his assignment he had been declared Missing in Action then later he was declared Killed in Action. She had been devastated. To lose another loved one was devastating. About a month later both James and Wade were found alive and well leaving destruction in their wake. They both took 30 days of leave (vacation time) as soon as he got back to Hawaii. They figured that it would be a good idea to spend some time together and just be with each other.

So, they decided to fly to Puente Antiguo, New Mexico. She had been there decades before. She wanted to see how much it changed and visit with the local Native American Tribe. The majority of the tribe had been wiped out, so she wanted to see how they were doing. They were there for about a week and a half before Wade and Kaitlyn showed up as well. They had fun in the small-town making friends with a low-ranking female Alpha named Darcy Lewis. As well as her scientist boss Jane Foster.

It didn’t take long for shit to hit the fan after a strange anomaly and for SHIELD to show up. Rosalyn and Kaitlyn made sure to stay out of their way as much as possible. They tried to stay under SHIELD’s radar at least until their new friends brought home a strange man that they found in the desert. A man who didn’t smell quite human and referred to Rosalyn, Kaitlyn and Darcy as daughters of Fenrir. He effectively outed their Werewolf status to the scientists.

Thankfully as Astrophysicists they were more focused on Thor and the anomaly that happened during his arrival then the existence of werewolves. It brought them all closer together and they became a small unit or Pack. Not long after his arrival that shit truly hit the fan with the arrival of a few of Thor's friends. Then a giant fire breathing death Robot showed up and destroyed most of Puente Antiguo. As an Alpha with both healing and fire manipulation abilities Rosalyn tried to help as much as possible.

The rest of their small group helped to evacuate civilians while she helped with fire control. She tried to keep the damage to a minimum. Due to their quick acting, she didn’t have to expend more energy into healing. Thankfully, there wasn’t anyone seriously wounded. Unfortunately, they all caught the attention of SHIELD and Agent Coulson debriefed them. He then offered Rosalyn, Kaitlyn, Darcy and Jane jobs within SHIELD. Apparently, James and Wade were pretty well-known Mercenaries.

They were considered too unbalanced to warrant a permanent job offer. Since Rosalyn and Kaitlyn were still officially in the military, they declined the job with the option to change their mind. Not that they would have accepted even if they hadn’t been in the military. It would have been one thing if Peggy were still running SHIELD but now? Yeah no, not a chance. While they didn’t do anything too obvious that pointed to their shifter status it was unknown if SHIELD figured it out.

The last thing they needed was for SHIELD to figure it out. Or SHIELD deciding that they are too dangerous to be out in the world. They figured that SHIELD would be keeping tabs on them for a while. So, when they left New Mexico to go back to Hawaii Rosalyn and James took the first deployment to Iraq that they were offered. It was so they could get out of the states for a while. About a month into the deployment Captain America was discovered in the Atlantic, discovered alive.

Which meant she had to tell James about Steve. James already knew bits and pieces about her past and that she was born in 1918. She didn’t really like to talk about her past, she figured for someone as old as she was, the past is the past. Not exactly something she wants to dwell on. Being four decades older than her husband just shows how much more life experience she has. Granted, James has lived a life. He’s probably lived a couple of lifetimes within one life.

He’s been a farmer, worked on oil rigs, been a bull rider, went to a professional wrestling schooling, did underground knife fighting, military, mercenary and that’s just the tip of the iceberg. He always believed that he would die young, so he always lived his life to the fullest. Finding out that he was also a Scottish Lord was a surprise. So, she broke the news that her long dead Mate was in fact Steve Rogers who was also known as Captain America. Well, it didn’t really phase him as much as she expected.

Then within a couple weeks of that discovery Aliens poured out of the sky. They had to watch Captain America, Iron Man, Thor and a couple of SHIELD agents fight in the Battle of New York on the News. They had been in the middle of a warzone and were trying to get back to New York but couldn't. They wanted to help with the clean up after the Battle of New York. James was so un-phased by everything, he even encouraged her to seek out Steve to see if the bond was still there.

She couldn’t. Not at that point. She didn’t want to actively seek out Steve. James didn't understand why she didn't want to open that can of worms. She didn’t realize it at the time but not long after that James started to be just a little bit more reckless with his life. He started taking a few more risks and more dangerous jobs than what was normal. There was always a chance that she could run into Steve at some point. She had figured Steve needed time to adjust and it had been 66 years.

She needed time to process that he survived downing the Valkyrie. Anyways, there’s no way to know if Steve had even looked for her. She never heard anything about the Avengers looking for Captain America’s Mate. So, she figured he didn't tell anyone that he has a Mate. She can't really blame him. She didn't tell people she had… has a Mate either. A Mate and a husband. God, what a cluster fuck her life had become.

Not to mention she can’t really broadcast who she is without the KGB showing up looking for the Зимний солдат (Winter Soldier’s) Mate. Rosalyn didn’t even want to chance that they finally caught up with her. HYDRA had been dedicated in the search for her for years under the KGB mantle. Every now and then a team would find her and start to say the trigger words to put the снежная сирена (Snow Siren) into compliance mode.

She's learned to stop them before they get the third word out of their mouth. She would stop them by any means necessary... mainly by being completely ruthless. She learned to tap just enough of the сирена (Siren) to access her Murder/Death/Kill destroying all those in her path. While she normally hated to take a life, she found that she loved ripping the throat out of anyone who even attempted to put her back in compliance mode.

She would dispose of the team sent to retrieve her and disappear again. She always had several aliases and back up plans. Plans that she put together throughout the years. This is actually the longest she had been one particular alias in decades. If she wasn't constantly trying to hide from HYDRA she wouldn't have to change aliases so often, she would have kept them for a few decades. Or until she couldn't reasonably explain her lack of aging, illusion magic only goes so far.

She didn't know what she wanted to do. Then, the Fall of SHIELD. She had finally decided to go see Steve while she was at nursing school in NYU but Steve had been working with SHIELD in D.C. All hell broke loose when HYDRA was revealed to be within SHIELD. Things ended up getting really busy with all the hospitals in New York swamped with casualties. She and a few other nurses were flown out to D.C to help. It was chaos.

It wasn't till a couple of days in that she saw some of the footage of Captain America vs. the Winter Soldier. She almost fainted. Both of her Mate's fighting each other on a highway. This happened days before Steve took down the three HYDRA infested helicarriers. She couldn't believe it. She also heard that Steve got severely injured in the process. It killed her not to be there. She was sure that the Зимний солдат (Winter Soldier) probably had something to do with all of his injuries.

They were both highly trained super soldiers. Steve arrived back in New York a couple of months before her graduation. She went to Avengers Tower to try to see him. She wasn't sure if it was a good idea. There was so much that could have gone wrong since she didn’t know if she would be given access to him. Or if she would have been written off as some kind of fangirl or stalker claiming to be his Mate. She saw him. She saw him right outside of Avengers tower on what looked like the end of a date.

She watched as another female kissed her Mate and was led inside Avengers Tower. After some investigation she found out the female was Sharon Carter. Peggy Carter's niece and former Agent of SHIELD. She couldn't believe it. She could have gone to him and confronted them but in the end, she decided not to. It hurt. It did. God, did it hurt. It had only been 3 years since he had been found in the ice. The knowledge that he moved on so quickly hurt.

She never even looked for companionship until 20 years after Steve’s death and there he was dating. She never told anyone that she saw him. In the end, seeing her Mate during that time wouldn’t have changed anything. She had still been married to James and she wasn't going to abandon him. According to Pack law she was still technically married to Steve since he was her Mate. But they had never got legally married. They had intended to but with a war going on they had never got around to it.

It didn’t stop her from taking his name after the war ended. She stayed as Rosalyn Rogers for a decade before having to change it. She had mourned the loss of his name but it mattered little with Steve having been declared legally dead so long ago. Plus, in reality she’s gone through so many identities that none of it would have mattered. Rosalyn Hunt is just the most recent of a long line of names. Now with HYDRA coming to light and the fall of SHIELD.

There’s an exceptionally good chance that they will find her. That data dump did her no favors. SHIELD had way too much information on those she loved. It was pretty impossible to pull the information on Wade, Darcy and Jane. They did what they could during the data dump but they couldn't get all of it. Between Wade being X gene positive and everyone being there at ground zero for the arrival of Thor there was just too much information on them.

Kaitlyn found several extraction plans for Darcy and Jane that HYDRA had set up since Thor's landing. They found Jane’s research fascinating especially with all the real-world applications. They wanted her research so they could contact other beings in the Universe. They also figured that if they had Darcy, they would be able to keep Jane compliant. Granted, they had Darcy’s status as a human so they would have been in for a big surprise if they succeeded.

Darcy is an Alpha werewolf, while she isn’t the level of Kaitlyn and Rosalyn, she was powerful in her own right. Considering that SHIELD had her status as human, they would seriously underestimate Darcy. They would be in for a rude awakening, especially after Darcy electrocuted their asses. The plans had actually tripled after London and the Dark Elves. Thankfully, Darcy is an excellent protector and even though there were a few attempted abductions they never got far.

Darcy takes Jane's protection very seriously, not to mention the training she got from both the Asgardians and our little Pack. She also got a crash course in Black Ops from James and Wade. Rosalyn and Kaitlyn gave her lessons on self-defense in human form, partially shifted and as a Wolf. She had already been on SHIELD’s radar for recruitment. Rosalyn is actually surprised HYDRA hasn't already made a move on her yet, from what she read they had all but confirmed who she was.

So, she's sure HYDRA is just biding their time. Thankfully, they never managed to figure out that she was actually the Mate of Steve Rogers, Captain America. Nope, instead she's known to HYDRA as the снежная сирена (Snow Siren), the Зимний солдат (Winter Soldier’s) mate. Rosalyn isn't sure if that's better or worse. Either way HYDRA would be looking for her. It was only a matter of time before they found her again. HYDRA managed to find her several times throughout the decades.

Yet Steve hasn't managed to find her. If he is even looking. This is the closest she’s looked like herself in 40 years. She is even using the name Rosalyn again and she’s in the military. She really shouldn’t be that hard to find! Especially with all the resources of the Avengers and SHIELD even before that. Of course, now he has Sharon. She imagines that he wouldn’t be looking for her at this point. Granted it has been two years since she saw him with Sharon. Who is to know what happened there?

So, Rosalyn figures that if Steve wants to reaffirm the bond, he’ll have to earn it. She is not pleased. Besides, if that Punk (to use Bucky’s nickname) hadn't put the Valkyrie down in the Arctic they wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place. Their bond wouldn’t have been frayed so bad that it practically isn’t there. While she knows he did it for a good cause, he could have waited and found a safe place to land or bailed out with a parachute or something along those lines.

Or even waited till they figured out his coordinates so they could have found him sooner. Needless to say, she has a bone to pick with her Mate. It's going to take a while for him to get back in her good graces. There is a chance either Steve loses his mind over her past, especially over her time as the снежная сирена (Snow Siren). Or he could try to be noble and walk away saying that it's for her protection. She is not above beating some sense into him if necessary. The gods know how stubborn they BOTH can be.

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Officer’s Club – Present (Natasha) Rosalyn takes a delicate sniff when a woman with striking red hair also dressed in a WWII era outfit slides up next to her. She instantly notices a lack of scent coming from the woman. The only thing that would block anyone’s natural scent is an extraordinarily strong scent blocker. The use of a scent blocker puts Rosalyn instantly on alert. Not many people know to wear a scent blocker. Which means she’s aware of shifters. It was extremely unlikely that the redhead was a shifter.

Shifters are raised to know how much of an insult the use of scent blockers are. Only the shifters version of Law Enforcement is even allowed to wear a specialized type of scent blocker. You have to know or work closely with shifters to know what kind of scent blockers were best to use in order to block a shifter’s nose. Rosalyn sends the redhead a polite smile and nod as the drinks arrive with the intention to leave as soon as possible. She doesn’t want to be around someone so distrustful and a potential enemy.

“Lady MaCaskill,” the redhead starts. Immediately Rosalyn feels her hackles start to rise, she hates being called Lady MaCaskill especially in a military setting where she is used to being called LCDR Hunt.

“Don’t call me that,” Rosalyn replies, giving her a wide smile that was as warm as an arctic summer and cool assessing eyes to match.

It's clear she is not happy. Not many people know about the title she inherited when she married Lord James MaCaskill. She only found out about it a few months before his death. She still can’t believe James didn’t give her a heads up before they got married or you know afterwards. Since he could care less about something like a title she understood but she was still annoyed.

She gets especially annoyed whenever she was called Lady MaCaskill. It wasn’t like she married him for the title that she didn’t even know about regardless of what people seem to assume. She still would have appreciated the heads up before the title got dropped on her lap. Being called Lady MaCaskill was strange. It doesn’t really fit who she is or anyone she has been.

“Why? Lady Rosalyn MaCaskill is your current name and title. Right?” Something about that phasing caused Rosalyn to slightly narrow her eyes at the redhead.

“I don’t know who you are but I’ve asked you not to fucking call me that. Now if you will excuse me,” Rosalyn responded with a sarcastic grin as she started to walk away the redhead stopped her again.

“I’m Natasha Romanoff, we had a meeting scheduled earlier today,” she said, holding out her hand for a shake. Rosalyn raised an eyebrow at the outstretched hand. She seriously considered not shaking it but her turn-of-the-century upbringing gets the better of her and extends her hand.

“Ah yes. There was a medical emergency that I had to help with, so I gather you came here specifically to talk to me and since you mentioned my title you know a lot more about me than the military or an average person. So, what can I do for you Ms. Romanoff?”

Natasha watched the female wolf. She knew when she found the file on Yasha’s mate in the HYDRA data dump that it would be hard to meet her. From the file Natasha managed to find on the сирена (Siren) she was really young when she was caught by the KGB. At most she was barely 25 and had her first shift, which explains her lack of control of her Power.

By all the information she could find on Rozene, LCDR Hunt or Lady MaCaskill, or whatever alias she was using at the time. She was about what Natasha expected for the mate of Зимний солдат (Winter Soldier). Her military file shows her extensive combat training, it looked as though LCDR Hunt had been training since she became the снежная сирена (Snow Siren), preparing for war.

“Would you prefer I call you Rozene instead or perhaps your code name, the снежная сирена (Snow Siren)?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” She responded automatically. Rosalyn had briefly frozen before looking up at her with a wide blatantly false smile full of teeth. She didn't even try to hide that she was clearly lying. As far as she was concerned there was no point. She may not look like Rozene but she sure as shit looked like the сирена (Siren) and she damn well knew it.

Natasha must have seen the pictures in order to put it all together and to be able to recognize her on sight. Which means she is probably HYDRA. She needed to get the fuck out of here. She wanted to avoid the massive collateral damage that HYDRA is known for causing. She had friends and colleagues here and they didn’t deserve it. It probably means that she’s going to have to burn this identity which is a shame. She liked being Rosalyn Hunt. She would miss her.

“And please” Rosalyn purred at her before continuing “call me LCDR Hunt, since this is a military event. Have a good night!” Rosalyn briefly smiled which looked more like a baring of teeth before starting to walk away towards her table. She needed to find Kaitlyn. Rosalyn pulled out her phone and sent Kaitlyn a text.

‘Where are you?’

‘On my way. Why? What’s up?’

‘Something strange happened. I’ll tell you about it when you get here.’

‘Okay?’ Kaitlyn responded as Rosalyn shoved her phone back into one of her many pockets wanting her hands free just in case.

Natasha considers Rosalyn, the one thing of immense value she found in the HYDRA files was a string of words. Words that were meant to activate the снежная сирена (Snow Siren) into compliance mode. Perhaps if she triggered Rosalyn into the сирена (Siren), she would attack and she would have no choice but to defend herself. So, Natasha decided to see if she could goad Rosalyn into attacking her.

If she’s lucky, she’ll be able to put her down before Steve and Yasha can interfere. Granted, she isn’t quite sure if she can take down the сирена (Siren) by herself so having Steve and Yasha near might help. She really doesn’t want to chance Yasha recognizing Rosalyn but she is a master interrogator. One of the many things she was taught in the Red Room was how to read and manipulate people.

“Well Rozene,” Natasha replied, walking up to join Rosalyn a couple steps away completely disregarding her wish to be called LCDR Hunt and continued.

“You certainly do have a type, mated to the Winter Soldier in 1965 and then married a mercenary with a title in 2010. Did you abandon this one too?”

Rosalyn stops in her tracks. A growl forming in the back of her throat as she feels her hackles start to rise before she visibly calmed herself down. She refused to let Natasha get to her. So, she was completely composed as she turned around and stared at Natasha. Rosalyn met Natasha’s eyes, completely calm and composed. She can feel the сирена (Siren), the снежная сирена (Snow Siren) stir in the back of her mind. She stirred at the mention of the зимний солдат (Winter Soldier), the wolf the сирена (Siren) saw as her mate. Rosalyn felt the сирена (Siren) whisper in her head.

‘Danger, do not underestimate her.’

“Excuse me?” Rosalyn replied mildly, watching Natasha's eyes briefly narrow at the lack of reaction.

“You have no idea what you are talking about Ms. Romanoff.” Rosalyn flashed Natasha a bright and empty smile before walking away not bothering with platitudes.

She made sure to unbutton a few of the hidden pockets that had weapons in them as well as her phone to hopefully get a hold of Kaitlyn. She also made sure to keep an eye out for Natasha. As well as an ear out for her because the moment she hears her recite the first two code words that the KGB used to bring her back into compliance mode, she will rip out Natasha’s throat. She is NOT going back. She will kill every last HYDRA member who tries. It’s been over 40 years since she was known as Rozene.

Thankfully, they never connected Rozene of the Wolf Clan with Rosalyn Shields. So, they had no idea who they actually had in their possession. When she left, she made sure everyone was dead and everything was destroyed. She made sure to burn that building to the ground. She would have salted the Earth if Kaitlyn hadn’t whisked her away to recover. Between the mind wipes and losing control over her fire manipulation ability she had been drained to dangerously low levels.

She didn’t want to be taken back to the KGB to be the зимний солдат (Winter Soldier) perfect mate. She should have never agreed to meet the intriguing male wolf known as the Asset, Зимний солдат (Winter Soldier). But it had been 20 years since the loss of her mate Steve and she was feeling lonely. While she knew she’d never find someone like Steven Grant Rogers she thought she might find a companion. Someone she could learn to love.

She figured that she should at least meet the wolf before agreeing to the Tribe Elders’ petition for her to meet with all of the unmated Tribe’s Alphas. Of course, none of that happened once she was in the KGB’s grasp. They never wanted to let her go. Unfortunately, the mind wipes had completely destroyed her illusions. She looked like Rosalyn Shields from 1945 who was mated to Steve Rogers. Not that had any idea of that with her mind practically destroyed with all of the mind wipes.

The mind wipes made sure that she didn’t remember who she was. Before she was theirs. While the KGB were looking into possible code names and possible titles, the солдат (Soldier) as Rosalyn called him had given her the name сирена (Siren). To complement the зимний солдат (Winter Soldier) moniker, she was given the name снежная сирена (Snow Siren). The KGB wanted to make sure to have the зимний солдат (Winter Soldier) mate under their full control before sending him out on missions.

They also made sure to have her trained so that she could be used like the зимний солдат (Winter Soldier). She was trained both in combat and with her fire manipulation ability. She also was programmed to know a variety of languages. Her primary language was Russian. It was the only thing she spoke for the first month out of captivity. Thankfully, Kaitlyn already knew Russian and was able to communicate with her.

It took a while but she was able to heal some of the damage that the KGB did to both her body and mind. It was likely because of her accelerated healing. Even so, the сирена (Siren) became an almost separate being in her mind that would pop up especially if she were triggered. As she healed, the triggers lessened. Now she and the сирена (Siren) have an agreement to co-exist. It was months later that she remembered the солдат (Soldier).

They had a lot of sex and were mated in the eyes of the KGB. They had a very violent relationship. It typically started with some kind of disagreement which would then evolve into an argument. Then they would start yelling until it became a physical fight. The сирена (Siren) has a habit of throwing things at the солдат (Soldier), especially knives. They killed a lot of handlers and technicians who would attempt to get in between them during an argument. Any fight they had would ALWAYS end in violent sex.

Sex that was usually had in public places, they were NOT shy. The KGB also found out that the солдат (Soldier) and the сирена (Siren) were extremely possessive. They both enjoyed provoking their jealousy in each other as a form of deadly foreplay. This would cause issues, as they could both fly into a murderous jealous rage at the drop of a hat. The only person that had any hope of controlling them during this time was their Handler. The only time they didn’t fight was when they were out on a mission.

Unless the сирена (Siren) had to flirt or seduce a mark. Then the зимний солдат (Winter Soldeir) would only manage to keep it together long enough to complete the mission. After those missions the зимний солдат (Winter Soldier) and the снежная сирена (Snow Siren) would fuck for days. He would be in a rut induced rage and she would go into heat and anyone who interrupted their mating would be brutally killed. Then they would continue on as if nothing happened while covered in blood.

After she left, she figured out that the mating never solidified into a true mating bond. She figured it was likely that this was in part due to the constant mind wipes. The сирена (Siren) and the солдат (Soldier) could identify each other and lightly feel each other but weren’t bonded to each other like true double-side Mates. Kaitlyn and Rosalyn theorized that the mind wipes would break the tentative bond that formed between them. Both Kaitlyn and Rosalyn had found this violent possessiveness curious.

They figured that since the bond was breaking with every mind wipe despite how often they mated was likely why they were so violent and possessive over each other. Considering It had been 20 years since Steve went into the ice and she should have been able to take another Mate. Of course, it all made sense decades later when they found Steve still alive but frozen in the ice. Trying to explain why she’s been so hesitant to attempt another bond was exceedingly difficult.

It wasn’t as though she could just straight out tell them about her time with the зимний солдат (Winter Soldier) and the murderous jealous rage. This tends to bring out the curiosity in people. In any case all Rosalyn could remember about him, the солдат (Soldier) were small details. So, they didn’t really have much to go on when they tried to research him. She’d always remember the way he smelled of gunpowder, smoke and metal tinged with pain from all of the mind wipes.

It wasn’t just his base scent that she couldn’t remember. Despite the advanced healing that she had for a wolf and as a healer, some of that time she never got back. She never remembered. She mainly remembered bits and pieces about her missions and her legendary fights with the солдат (Soldier). Every now and then something would trigger a memory. This was usually a specific smell or imagery but she hasn't remembered anything new in a couple of decades.

So, Rosalyn figured that if Natasha knew about Rozene then there’s a good chance that HYDRA was about to crash this event. She needed to get the fuck out NOW and make sure that no one gets caught in the crossfire. She should have known that it was only a matter of time before HYDRA came for her, she should have run as soon as she heard about HYDRA being within SHIELD. Instead, she stayed. Not wanting to abandon James, his and Wade’s antics have become legendary within the mercenary community.

They were pretty well known for leaving destruction in their wake. Regardless, HYDRA probably wanted her to help them reign in their asset and trigger any remaining programming left within both the сирена and the солдат so that they would go back into compliance mode. Going back to New Mexico and getting on SHIELD’s radar was a mistake. She must have missed something from the original facility. This probably caused a red flag to go up when she had her last run in with SHIELD.

She must have alerted HYDRA. Thankfully, they haven’t been able to act until now. James did get a couple of strange job offers right before he died. She wouldn’t have believed that he was dead if Wade hadn’t come and delivered the news himself. As crazy as Wade is he never would have joked about James’ death, not to her. Rosalyn grabbed a hair tie out of a hidden pocket altering the curls that were pinned up and quickly French braided her hair before tying it back into a loose bun.

It was a style she used a lot in WWII when she wanted to keep her hair out of her face and eyes. She scanned the surrounding area keeping a lookout for HYDRA and Kaitlyn who was running late. Any hint of HYDRA she’ll send an alert to Kaitlyn and go dark. She was also keeping an ear out for her trigger words. While she’d hate to have to rip out someone’s throat in front of the entire military community, she would do it. She was NOT going back.

AN: Next will be Steve & Bucky's POV

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Rosalyn’s Masterlist

#steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x original female character #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barnes x original female character #alternate universe #werewolf universe

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