Dreams Of Wolves And Light | Geralt X Assassin!reader
Dreams of Wolves and Light | Geralt x Assassin!reader
Description: When a misunderstanding leads to you having to fight a Witcher of all people, you encounter the last person on the continent you’d ever expected to.
Length: 3.5k
Trigger Warnings: fighting, blood, aggression, swearing?,
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Note: I am heavily basing my character design/backstory off Assassin’s Creed lore so its abit of a cross over. I am in love with both of the games so I felt abit of a crossover would be interesting.
Your mother. That was all you could smell. It brought you a comfort you hadn’t known in decades, the sweet scent of her hair oils filling your senses like a soft kiss to your face; that was the first sign you were dreaming. Nothing in your real life was so gentle as this anymore.
“Mother,” You heard yourself ask, not in the adult tone you knew by now, the one rugged with the scars of growing up. No, this one was young, tiny. Innocent. You barely remember being this age. “What did the seer mean, that thing she said about my destiny?” You asked curiously. You couldn't have been older than five.
This was a memory, you were certain of it, though the edges were blurred with the mirage of sleep, marred with the curse of losing one's memory as a long time passes. It was so dark in this dream, the image of Mother all but a shadow. You felt your hands run through her long hair, the trellises as soft as ever. You knew she was dead, but this all felt so real.
A honeysuckle laugh met your ears, calm and liquid: “You shouldn’t worry about destiny just yet, sweet pea. It’ll make sense someday,”
Your voice, your real voice, called for her in your slumber. It was perhaps this loud noise or the rumble of speaking in your chest that started to wake you, but it didn’t stop you clinging to the dream that bit tighter.
“But what did she mean? I don’t understand, there’s no wolves around here, are there Mama?” You heard yourself questioning frantically.
She simply chuckled again, and you felt a soft stroke of a mother’s touch on your forehead, soothing your qualms about what the seer had predicted for your future.
“Hush, pea. Nothing bad will happen to you while I’m here.” She soothed. You felt the cold of the outside, the real world, calling you home as she began fading into the deepest part of your mind once more, “Now enough talk of light and wolves and other such nonsense. It’s time you slept, little one,”
And yet, in a horribly ironic turn, it was then that you awoke.
The feeling of the scratchy, cheap sheets of the bed grounded you, finally bringing you out of your solemn reminiscence of that day, along with the horrid realisation your feet were practically like ice under the thin duvet. Your eyes scanned the room for the culprit of your discomfort until your eyes snapped on it. The window was open, letting a biting cool breeze nip at your skin.
You sighed, sitting up from the bed with a groan of effort. Yesterday’s journey had been particularly exhausting and your muscles were paying the price for it.
You thought about your dream as you packed up your things to travel once more, and took a deep breath of sourness as you exited the tavern and began climbing up a nearby church steeple to survey your area closer. You took little notice to a few townsfolk below you gasping as you expertly scaled the tall tower, as if your hands were made of hooks. There was no trickery needed, you simply had years of practice. It’ll make sense someday, the soft voice reverberated around your head tauntingly, and you gave another bitter sigh.
Because your mother had lied. She had died, and yet you still had no clues to what the seer’s vision meant. It had taunted you for years since she had passed, each turn of the phrase in your head as riddling as the last. Her old croak of a voice had uttered such an illusion to you, one you would never forget as long as you would live until you found the answer you wanted.
Dear Child, she had said, The wolf and the pup will guide you to the light or drag you to the darkness.
Your eyes scanned the horizon for any sign of someone travelling through the woods, just as the target you were here to kill supposedly had been for the past three days.
Your brotherhood had informed you of a cloaked figure moving between towns in the area, said to be slaughtering villagers in the night like some human shaped grim reaper. But the villagers weren’t just chosen at random, they just so happened to be informants for your creed, those who had happily given you and your brotherhood information over the years about your targets.
You called them the Keepers. They were an order of knights and lords who managed to find themselves in high courts all across the continent, whispering in the ears of leaders to control the continent as they pleased, starting wars and slaughtering people at a flick of their wrist under the titles of advisors to the court. Your creed had been able to keep them at bay for the time being, but they were getting stronger, smarter, and now you were losing your key informants at the hands of your enemies.
So it was only logical that the brotherhood decided to send their best assassins out to hunt the killer. Or killers perhaps. You had your private suspicions that this was a much bigger plot than it seemed, that many malevolent leaders had their puppeteering fingers on the strings of these killers. They weren’t working alone.
There! Your eyes caught sight of a small flume of smoke coming from amidst the trees, around a two hours ride away from here. In all likelihood, it was nothing, yet if they were simply a traveller they may have some more information on where your newest target was.
So, the woods it was then, you decided.
“If only mother could see me now,” You almost laughed to yourself cynically at your words, checking the street below for a soft landing, your eyes narrowing on a deep enough pile of hay that would break your fall well, “So much for that destiny bullshit,”
And with that you leapt.
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Geralt watched Ciri contort in her sleep, frowning as he heard her mumbling empty threats to some unknown assailant. His heart went out to the cub, it really did, he just had no idea how he was supposed to defend her from figments of her own mind. Goblins and ghouls, he could handle, but Geralt knew more than the average man that the biggest threats we faced were often the darkest parts of ourselves only we could confront.
“Stay back,” The blonde girl whimpered, her legs thrashing on the woodland floor. Geralt minded how her boot got a little too close to the hot coals that was all that remained from their fire last night and decided he needed to wake her up for her own good. As if hearing his concerned thoughts, the Cintran girl’s eyes snapped open without prompt, taking in the bright new morning they had awoken to.
“Glad to see you’re awake,” Geralt started, packing the few items he had into his rucksack ready to load Roach up for another day of journeying towards Kaer Morhen, “How did ou sle-”
“Someone’s coming,” Ciri rushed, giving little explanation as she sat upright, disturbing the dry leaves around her small body. Geralt seemed to tense up in alert in synchrony with the worry in her voice.
“What do you mean? Where?” He asked sternly, golden eyes flicking between the trees frantically to see where the problem was.
“I don’t know, I just saw them in my dream,” Ciri frowned, her eyes trying to chase the source of her vision just as much as her protector’s were. “A man in a black cloak and a mask, he was reaching for me. I couldn’t get away,” Her voice wobbled with the trace of the fear she’d felt in her dream, knowing it was about to become a reality before her very eyes. Her visions always started like this.
Geralt sighed, looking at the younger girl’s startled frame. He had forgotten what children were like when they had convinced themselves the monsters in their head were real. He was so sure she was just on edge from her morbid sleep, “Ciri, I’m sure it was just a nightmare,” The older man tried to reassure her, but the girl had since hopped up to attention, her heart racing with fear.
“No! No, Geralt, it wasn’t like the black knight. It was different this time, you have to believe me! I saw him,” Ciri said fiercely, eyes flicking through the trees as more snippets of her dream started playing out before her until… “There! A rider!”
Geralt looked at where she was pointing, her expression somewhere between triumph and fear as she locked in on the man from her dream. His attuned senses caught up to him as the sound of fast approaching hooves met his ears, and he made out the figure of a dark cloak atop a grey horse, an omen of death if ever he’d seen one.
“Go stand behind Roach. Don’t reveal yourself until I tell you it’s safe to.” Geralt ordered, blindly following the girl’s intuition. He had no idea who this person was, but the accuracy of the Princess’s dream told him to trust her word nonetheless. She followed his command, standing behind his mare’s large, muscular legs and using the surrounding bushes as slight cover from whoever this man may be.
He drew his sword as the rider approached, lifting his own dark hood over his head and hiding behind a large tree in order to size up this mystery passenger.
Geralt heard Ciri’s heart pounding from her hiding place, rhythmically in time with the hooves of the approaching horse. He felt as if he were holding his own breath, waiting for the assailant to hopefully pass by with no qualms on their position, the sound of the footfall only getting louder in his sensitive ears. He didn’t doubt his skills necessarily, he knew he could protect Ciri from any regular foe, but his time with the Cintran girl had been nothing but a handful of surprises, even the gift of her herself. It unnerved him that she had seen this man approaching them; why him?
It struck him then what was odd about the approaching fiend. He couldn't hear a heartbeat.
There was something different about this enemy, he could feel it in his gut.
The rider slowed their horse down to a trot, then to a walk as they neared the camp he and the girl had slept at. He heard them dismount gently, their feet much lighter than expected as they closed in on his makeshift campsite.
He tried to listen for any other clues as to who the target was, but all he heard was a brief fumble of a hand on the forest floor as they felt around the dying fire, no doubt trying to gage from the heat in the soil how fresh or old the flame was. They were smart, skilled at tracking it seemed.
Geralt decided it was now a good time to confront the man in question. He couldn't risk him advancing on Ciri.
The white wolf rounded the tree, sword bared and ready for a fight.
Except there was no one there.
The horse they had rode on still stood obediently, so they hadn’t left, he would have heard if they had anyway. There were no tracks, the ones that remained seemed to have been swept away by the man’s long cape that Ciri had noted immediately.
They had just … vanished. Like a ghost or a flume of smoke simply fading into the air around them. No trace they were really ever there.
Geralt stood to attention, ears pricked like a wild animal on the prowl for its prey as he took in every minute movement around him. His head snapped to a small movement in the tree above him, only to see a small crow hopping between the branches innocently. Sure, that very well could be them considering some mages were well known to shapeshift, but Geralt’s eyes flickered around the perimeter unconvinced.
For a moment, there was just silence. Ciri’s heart pounding in his ears from her spot, Roach’s much slower heartbeat overlapping it. He was sure even he was holding his breath as he searched for any sign of the assailant.
And yet nothing.
He had but a millisecond to react as he heard a faint twig snap above his head before it was too late. A body - the body he had been searching for in fact - landed on his shoulders with a diligence he had only seen in professional killers. The unexpected force of a figure damn near knocked him to the floor, though luckily he was more than built enough in his legs to handle the weight. He did, however, drop his sword in shock, and was left grappling with the perpetrator with his bare hands.
The, who he now guessed was an assassin due to their expertise skill, wrapped his cloak hood over his face, effectively blinding him and suffocating him at the same time. He reached out for any part of their body he could grab hold of, satisfied when he felt the culprits waist, grabbing it with both hands and heaving them forward with a heavy buck towards the forest floor.
The assassin was flung to the floor, though they had the good sense to grab his cape in just the right place from around his neck to take him tumbling to the ground too. The figure kicked out a heavy boot into his stomach as he careered almost on top of them, and even his quick reflexes felt numbed as they skillfully pinned him to the ground. He felt a set of thighs wrap around his neck, arm yanked upwards towards a surprisingly well endowed chest, before they began to squeeze like a muscled constrictor around his neck.
Geralt groaned in effort as his throat began to pay the price for his opponent's quick work. Luckily, his eyes caught sight of a small blade in the side of the assassin’s boot, and he was smart to yank it out of its holder before his airways could be shut off. He plunged it into the figure's thigh, making them grunt shortly and loosen their grip on his neck. Just as he'd wanted, he grabbed the figure by the scruff of their own cape and threw them to the ground next to him.
The pair of them stood, Geralt only equipped with the assailant's own blade, as he watched the figure in question pull another two long knives out of their waist scabbards. He debated drawing one from his own boot that he knew lay hidden, but their smaller, more nimble stature told him his odds were against him at a knife fight. He was good with a sword, gods know he was good with a sword, but this assassin clearly operated with small, fast movements, something his brawny build worked against.
Instead, Geralt chose a smarter route. He moved his hands into the symbol of axii, pushing his hands forward to thrust the wind in their direction to knock them hard away from Ciri.
The white haired man felt his mouth drop open when the galeforce current he sent towards them was deflected by a cross of their wrists, as if they had bounced the wind off their being with the action.
Instead, the spell he had conjured was sent straight back at him, launching him backwards, further into the forest. His body dragged along the floor with the weight of the spell, ironically knocking the air out of his lungs in both force and shock at the action he had just witnessed.
What in the continent was that?
He barely registered the fact the movement had thrown him past Roach and Ciri, his mind racing to catch up with what had just happened, but he didn’t miss the young girl’s worried eyes following his falling figure, nor did he fail to see the way the assassin ran at him with their blades drawn.
Geralt barely had time to sit up to defend himself before the dark hooded figure had jumped at him, their weapon pressed against his throat oddly delicately. He could barely make out who was beneath the hood from the black sheath they wore over their mouth and nose, and the clothing was draped too far down to see any eyes. The figure looked like what he imagined the grim reaper to be, the omen from the stories he and his brothers used to tell each other before bed back when they were just young ones. The other hand brought the twin blade careering down towards his head, and Geralt prepared himself to take the stab to the hand when Ciri spoke up.
“NO! STOP!” The young cub yelled, revealing herself even though it had been clear from their new position that they were not at all alone.
Geralt watched the figure freeze for a moment. It seemed a shred of humanity gleamed through the assassin’s behaviour as they heard a mere child beg for mercy. Their head snapped towards where Cirilla stood, false bravery on her expression as she watched the figure look straight at her, their attention diverted away from the white wolf.
“Ciri?” The assassin said, though the voice was muffled from the mask and much higher pitched than Geralt had imagined.
It was then that the small frame, the voice, the quiet, nimble movement they held, it all wove together in Geralt’s mind.
It dawned on him that this assassin was in fact a woman.
A woman who had stupidly taken her eyes off him.
He knocked her clean off her feet as she stared at the princess for much longer than he felt comfortable with, her smaller body rolling clear out of the way of Ciri and Roach, dropping one of her knives in the process.
You groaned as you felt the effect of his hard punch land hard where your nose was, rattling your brain inside your head. It couldn’t be, surely you were seeing things. That couldn’t be the princess.
As your thoughts raced, you were unceremoniously picked up by the scruff of your neck like a pup in a litter. Your most obviously concealed weapons thrown to the ground next to you as the Goliath of a man handled you with revenge in his piercing golden eyes.
He ripped your hood down revealing your neatly braided hair and partially covered face, though you simply looked over his shoulder at the girl who had shouted for mercy.
You had to know if it was her. What on earth was she doing so far from Cintra? She had grown so much since you'd last seen her. Why was she with your target? Your heart plummeted as you feared the worse for your sweet girl: Had she been kidnapped by this man?
“Eyes on me,” He growled at you, watching as your gaze had ignored him and gone straight to his child surprise. “Now, who sent you?
Your head snapped back to him at the hostile mutter of his question, “Who sent me?" You snarled, "I should be asking you the same thing,”
Geralt huffed, bringing one of his large hands up to your throat as you kicked viciously against his brutish strength. “If you want to talk in riddles, I have no use for you,”
You prepared yourself to start wrestling against his grip when a figure appeared over the shoulder of the man, exactly the one you could have sworn blind you'd heard. Your eyes widened at the girl you had left all those years ago.
“Y/N?” Ciri asked cautiously, as if the mask that lay on your face deceived her. But the way you’d looked up at her had her curious, and she was so sure when she’d gotten a closer look at your cape and facial features, the years came back to her in waves of nostalgia.
Geralt’s head turned to the young cub who approached carefully, her grey fur coat dragging behind her slowly. He felt his hands loosen from around your throat as he saw the saddened glint in Ciri’s eyes, and something tinged with recognition as she said your name again. He put you down the minute he saw her reaching for you longingly, and the second your feet met the floor she had rushed forward to take you in by the waist, burying her head into the crook of your hood as if she was greeting a family member.
You hugged her back just as tenderly, pulling your black mask down to reveal quite a beautiful face indeed, bar the bruise that was quickly forming on your nose thanks to Geralt’s heavy hands. “Sweet girl, what on earth are you doing here?” You asked in a voice so soft he couldn’t believe you had been grappling to kill each other not five minutes earlier.
Geralt’s head swam with lost thoughts. How on earth had you escaped and left no tracks in the first place? How had you deflected his axii like that, he was so sure that was impossible, and more importantly, why was his child surprise holding onto you as if her life depended on it?
Nothing about you made sense, not one single piece of information and so Geralt, in his whirring mind had nothing else to say to you except: “Who the fuck are you?”
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Wait now I want a part 2 of Family First or just how everyone else would react or even how Bucky told them he needed help in the first place like how do you explain that????
I hope this gives you some closure 😊 We may come back to the family in the near future and see how they are getting on with public life.
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Family First [Behind the scenes story]
Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, mentions of dead bodies WC: 1.9k
“Sir, I believe someone is trying to bypass my mainframe.” Friday announced as she interrupted the weekly team meeting. “Correction, they have bypassed my mainframe.”
Tony leapt up from his seat at the head of the table and to the control panel of the door, every electrical system was connected to Friday so he double tapped the screen to extend it to full sized. His fingers danced furiously over the screen trying to find what the hackers were after and found the bug in the personal files of his team.
“Shit.” Tony sighed. “Friday, I’m putting you to sleep until I can remove the bug.”
“Manual override complete, goodnight Mr Stark.”
“I need everyone to call your families, get them here ASAP.” Tony ordered as he tossed a basket onto the table. “Until Friday’s clear, don't use your cell phones, hand them over guys. We are going old school. Where did I put those flip phones? Frid-oh.”
“Why do we have to call our family?” Clint asked. “What were they after?”
Tony sighed and gripped the back of his chair as he stood behind it. “They stole the details of your next of kin.”
Bucky’s chair screeched as he stood up abruptly and he looked at his cell phone ringing in the middle of the basket. “I need to take that.”
The restraint in his voice wasn’t missed by some of the team but Tony just shook his head. “Can’t let you do that.”
“You don’t understand.” He growled and Steve stood up to place a calming hand over his shoulder.
“Just give us a minute.” He said as he pulled Bucky away from the table to talk quietly in the corner. “It’s y/n isn’t it, on the file. I thought it was me.”
“It was but she’s my wife, Steve.” Bucky sighed, his eyes flicking back to the phone that was lit up with another call. “And now I might have put her in danger. I need to answer that call.”
“Ok, how about I grab Sam and we go and pick up the girls together, get them somewhere safe.” Steve planned and clapped his best bud on the shoulder.
The plan was set but the second his phone rang with a ringtone, the phone number saved to override silent mode, he lost all thoughts of everything except saving you. Steve tried to block him from reaching the basket on the table but Bucky threw him to the floor and jumped across the table, grabbing the phone and putting it to his head instantly.
“Are you okay?” He rushed as he turned his back on everyone else but the silent room left most of the team able to hear you too.
“Bucky, someone’s here.” His gut clenched at the panic he could hear in your voice, how you sounded when you were being brave and putting on a smile when you were really holding back tears.
“I need you and Sarah to go down to the basement. Lock yourself inside and don’t come out for anyone but me, Steve or Sam.” He said as calmly as he could while he left the room, ignoring the stares he was getting from his team as he sprinted his way to the hangar.
“What’s going on baby?”
“Someone hacked us, they stole almost every piece of information on each of us.” He admitted as he lashed out punching his fist into the hangar wall beside him. “I’m so fucking sorry, I think they know about you, about Sarah.”
The line went silent for a moment and his hand trembled as he looked to make sure the call was still connected. “We are going to go treasure hunting downstairs ok sweetie.”
“That’s not daddy is it?” Sarah’s quiet voice was just picked up by the microphone and he almost crushed the phone as he heard his baby girl’s scream, swearing he would kill everyone that stepped foot in his house.
“Daddy’s coming, Sarah.” He promised as the line began to crackle, knowing they were almost in the basement where it was safe but no cell signal. “I love you both so much. I’m on my way.”
“We love - too.”
The screen of his phone cracked as his fist held it too tight waiting for the hangar doors to open and the rest of his team caught up except Steve who had stuck by his side.
“You have a family.” Natasha stated as she followed him through the narrow gap of the hangar door and towards the quinjet. “And Sam and Steve know.”
“Yes.” He growled and turned to see the others looking at him expectantly. “Can we not do this now?”
“On board, now.” Tony ordered as he pointed to the jet. “You can explain on the way.”
Everyone strapped into the seats except the super soldiers who stood at the top of the ramp, ready to dive out the second they were close enough.
“We need an address.” Natasha said as the quinjet was ready for take off.
Bucky strode over to the panel and entered his home address, set in the countryside where he foolishly thought it would be away from the drama and threat.
“Hmm, pictured you for the suburban Brooklyn type.” She commented as her and Clint piloted the jet towards the address. “Three minutes ETA.”
“Get talking.” Tony said as he crossed his arms.
“Leave it Tony, it can wait until after.” Steve asserted, his own arms crossing as tensions rose.
“I want to know who I am saving.” He countered.
“What does it matter, saving people is what we do.”
“She’s my wife, y/n, and Sarah’s our daughter.” Bucky confessed, not wanting another fight in the team over him. “We met in Bucharest.”
“When you were still Hydra. Is she Hydra? Is that why you kept her a secret?” Tony asked, stepping closer with every accusation and Steve just caught Bucky before he could attack.
“She’s not fucking Hydra!” Bucky growled as he pushed Steve away. “She has nothing to do with any of this, that is why I kept her and Sarah secret. I thought they would be safe.”
Bucky saw his house coming up ahead and hit the button to release the ramp. He had either explained enough that the team would help him or he was going in alone, but nothing was going to stop him getting to you. Steve stepped up beside him and watched the familiar land pass by beneath them.
“You don’t have to get in the middle of things again, I can handle Tony on my own.” Bucky said.
“I’m with you till the end of the line pal.”
“Need a lift?” Sam asked as he stepped up beside them and grabbed the back of their clothes. “Or do you want to face dive again?”
“Let’s go.” Steve nodded and the three of them jumped off the ramp.
“I have some bad news.” He murmured quietly as he ran his hand up and down your arm and kissed your forehead.
“You got blood on the carpet.” You tried to joke but your voice failed to hold any humour.
“That too.” He said, the ghost of a smile tipping up at your attempt. “There’s some more people I want you to meet.”
“Who else came with you?” You asked, worried about even more people knowing but grateful for their help nonetheless. You watched him chew his lip and knew it was bad before he even answered.
“Everyone.”
You took a deep breath and nodded as you realised there was no escaping this and maybe, just maybe, it might be a good thing. Your finger brushed over his cheek and cleared the speck of someone's blood that had landed there and you sighed as he captured your lips, all the fear and doubt evaporating with it.
“I don’t know what I would have done…” he whispered as he took in every beautiful feature he loved about you before doing the same to his daughter who had cried herself to sleep in his arms.
“You don’t have to think about it baby, you made it in time, you saved us.” You said softly as you cradled his face.
“Oh sorry.” Steve came to a halt as he saw the three of you curled up on the floor. “I just wanted to make sure you found them.”
“Can you take Sarah?” Bucky asked as he gently shifted his sleeping daughter.
Steve hooked his shield onto his back and lifted her up easily and you were grateful she was sleeping for this next part. You didn’t want her seeing the bodies that littered your house as you walked through, even you felt your stomach turning as you spotted the first one at the base of the stairs.
“Oh god.” You gasped as you saw his lifeless eyes and spun away, burying your face in Bucky’s chest.
“Close your eyes, doll.” He soothed as his hands gripped your hips and he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as you screwed your eyes shut and focused on listening to his soft murmurs in your ear. “You can open them now.”
You blinked as the bright afternoon sun blinded you and it was hard to imagine that it could still be a beautiful day despite the horror that lay only yards away inside your house, the weather had no right to be so perfect. Your feet touched down on solid ground and you could see half a dozen shadows before you even turned in Bucky’s arms. You knew who each of them were, just because you were a secret in their lives, Bucky never kept anything secret when he got home. You had heard gossip and stories about every one of them and it felt like you should already be friends, but they didn’t know you.
“Hi.” You offered a small wave with your greeting and you looked at Steve with Sarah curled up in his arms. “Thank you for saving us.”
“It’s no problem.” Tony smiled and shrugged as Steve and Bucky looked at him, rolling his eyes as Bucky’s stare lingered longer. “What?”
“Ignore him, we do.” Nat grinned as she stepped forward and held her hand out to shake. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too. I’ve heard so much about you.”
She gave a little laugh as she let your hand drop. “Can say the same, but we will change that now, won’t we?”
You weren’t quite sure where you stood with her, the politeness came with an edge of passive aggressiveness. Thankfully Sam stepped in and pulled you into a hug.
“Forget her, she’s just upset that she was the last to find out.” Sam joked. “I’m glad you’re all okay.”
“Thanks to you.” You said as you looked around the group. “I would offer you something to eat but…I think we are going to be renovating.”
“You’re welcome to stay at the Compound in the meantime. There’s plenty of room. And, then you can tell us your real secret.” You frowned at Tony as he pulled his sunglasses out of his pocket and popped them on his face, feeling Bucky stiffen behind you. “How have you put up with Bucky all this time? No seriously, I need to know.”
“That’s something we all need to know.” Sam laughed and the tension disappeared so fast you thought you imagined it.
You bit your lip as you tried not to laugh. “I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”
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Hands That Heal - Ch.9
Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader
Chapter Summary: The road of recovery is only just beginning but you're not the only one who is feeling broken. Chapter Warning: 18+ only, smut, oral (f rec), unprotected sex, fluff Word count: 2007
Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men, smut.
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RECAP: “He thought you killed Axel.” You whispered through the lump in your throat. “I wanted to.” “I know, but you didn’t.” You said as you blinked slower and slower, the promise of pain free sleep enticing you with its darkness and you were ready to give in. “You’re too good.”
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Pain radiated across your shoulder blade as you woke to the irritating sound of the hospital monitors beeping. A hand was already being placed gently on your lower back to stop you from moving and you managed to turn your head so you could see Bucky sitting beside your bed, guilt eating him alive.
“Hey Hercules.” You murmured through the groggy haze of morphine. “What’s the damage?”
He shook his head and leant forward in the chair so his forehead was resting on your hand, your fingers automatically reaching to run through his messy hair. “I should’ve been there to protect you. I’m so sorry, y/n.”
“You’re my boyfriend, not my bodyguard. It’s not your job to protect me.” You tried to reassure him but he was already withdrawing into himself. “I mean, if it was your job you would be fired so it’s kind of a good thing.”
His lips twitched at your twisted sense of humour and he finally looked you in the eyes. “You’re not funny.”
“Not even a little bit?” You smiled before trying to move closer and hissing at the pain that brought tears to your eyes. “Why does my thigh hurt so much?”
“The surgeon needed a skin graft for your shoulder, she took it from your thigh.” He answered as he pressed the button on the morphine drip and a whir of the machine had you forgetting the pain.
“Ugh, the scars are going to be horrible.” You slurred as the drugs took effect and your mind was like sludge. “You’re na gonna love me anymewww.”
“You loved me with all my scars, doll, I’ll love you with all yours.”
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It was your first day back at work after weeks recovering from the surgery and you were pleasantly surprised to find aside from the red scarring around the edge of the graff site, your shoulder blade looked almost normal. You had almost complete mobility but some movements stretched the skin taut and hurt but time, like with most things, would heal that. The patch on your inner thigh was another matter and you hated seeing the rectangle of mottled scarring when you took your clothes off.
“There she is!” Chip shouted from across the garage. “Welcome back.”
“I would say it’s good to be back but now I have to deal with you assholes again.” You teased as Bucky carried your toolbox in for you.
“Don’t hurt yourself alright.” Bucky said for the tenth time, wishing you had taken another week off. “Call me if you need me to pick you up early.”
“Sure thing, dad.” You rolled your eyes before giving him a kiss. “Stop worrying about me, don’t you have plans today?”
His lips curled into a smile as he nodded. “Speaking of, I should get going and meet up with Sam and Torres. Be good, don’t hurt yourself, I love you.”
“I love you too but if you tell me that one more time, I swear to god-”
“What? I love you?”
“No, the other thing.”
“Don’t hurt yourself.”
He laughed as you gently slapped his chest before he stole another kiss and left you to get to work. The cars hadn't stopped arriving just because you were out of commission and now you had a big back log of vehicles to fix.
“Where’s he heading off to?” Chip asked as Bucky gave you a wave as he pulled out, his grin still splitting his face.
“I don’t know, but it's the most I’ve seen him smile since I got home.”
Chip merely grunted and went back to his office, leaving you to work until the streets echoed with the sound of sirens. Dozens of cop cars raced down the block and everyone headed for the street to see what was going down and where. There wasn’t much to see as they turned down Michigan and you thought nothing of it until it was time for lunch.
“Holy shit, Dale, turn it up.” Chip barked from the tatty couch in the break room. “Jiminy, your boy’s on TV.”
You slipped out from under the car you were working on and went into the room to find the old CRT TV on full volume, Bucky and a whole lot of other bystanders watching the Sinner’s MC members getting thrown in the back of the cop cars you had seen earlier. The breaking news banner beneath the screen regaled the tale of a mountain of evidence against the club being anonymously sent to counterterrorism and it was as if he could feel you watching as he threw a wink to the camera before disappearing into the crowd.
“Jeeeesus.” Chip breathed out with relief, a small huff of a laugh to finish it off. “Good riddance to the lot of them. My babies can finally come home.”
You were still sitting in front of the tv watching the teams of police filling the clubhouse and emptying it of the mass of weapons, cash and drugs that had been hidden inside when you heard clapping outside. Peeking over the back of the couch you found Bucky looking for you and his eyes lit up when he found you, rushing into the staff room and closing the door behind him.
“How?” You asked dumbfounded as he crouched down in front of you and took your hands.
“I know a few people in low places and a few people in high places.” He smirked. “I just gave them both a bit of a nudge.”
“I can’t believe it. They’re really gone.”
“They’ve hurt a lot of people and there’s no shortage of evidence against them. They aren’t getting out for a very, very long time.”
“You did all this for me?”
“You’re my best girl, y/n, I’d do anything for you.”
You leant forward and captured his lips with a passion you hadn’t been able to muster since the attack. Your confidence had been at an all time low with the scars, then there had been the fear of another attack despite Bucky never leaving your side for one moment and there was the guilt he held for not getting to you in time. It had put you in a state of mind that left you drier than the sahara desert but it seemed the drought was over and desire was quickly pooling between your legs.
“Fuck…” Bucky groaned as his heightened senses noticed your arousal and he pulled away with almost obsidian eyes. “I just need a minute.”
“You need to take me home.”
His lip was caught between his teeth as he looked out the window and saw Chip and Dale arguing over something before interrupting. “I’m taking y/n home, it's all been a bit much excitement.”
Chip looked at you with concern before nodding, probably mistaking the wide eyes and mussed hair as stress. Bucky was already opening the car door and throwing your toolbox in the back before you had made it halfway across the floor and you couldn’t help giggling at his enthusiasm. A few weeks without sex now felt like a long time to you so you could only imagine how much worse it was for him, given how insatiable he was in bed.
There was no way you were even going to make it to the bedroom at the rate you were going and Bucky decided the couch was the best and closest thing to lay you on when you reached the top of the stairs. Your hands had been roaming his body since he sat in the driver's seat and you were lucky the windows were tinted as you unzipped his pants and stroked him through his boxers. His deep breathing and soft groans had filled the car and he had come to a rather hard stop when he parked in the garage.
It was only as you stood before him half naked and he was pulling your jeans down your legs that doubt crept back in. Your knees tried to pull together as he laid you back on the couch and began kissing his way down your body, but his own knee stopped you from shutting him out.
“You’re beautiful, y/n.” He reassured you between the kisses he was placing on your breasts. “So. Fucking. Beautiful. You hear me?”
You completely whimpered as his mouth finally reached you folds and…he went straight past, his teasing chuckled drifting up your body. Your hands were already reaching to pull him away as you felt his soft lips brush over the scars but he caught them and held them in his hands as his tongue swirled over the uneven surface. Your hands relaxed as warmth began to spread across your skin, the kisses and licks actually feeling really good over the tight skin and soon you were moaning.
Your moans spurred him into action and his tongue lashed between your folds, a hum of satisfaction as he tasted you like it was the first time all over again. Your head tipped back into the couch cushions as he teased your clit and let go of your hands so he could curl two fingers inside you, stretching you ready for him. Your walls were already fluttering around him as he sucked on your clit and rolled his fingers over your g-spot but he wanted to feel you come undone around his cock after so long without it.
“Do you remember what you told me?” He asked as he looked up at you, lazuli eyes captivating yours. “These scars make us who we are, they are proof of everything we have survived.”
“I remember.” You whispered, but giving advice was far easier than taking it.
He crawled up your body, the hard length of him resting on your hip as he shared your taste on his tongue. “I don’t care how many scars you get, I just need you to always survive.”
Your promise was lost in the gasp as he filled you, stretching you with a quick thrust of his hips and his mouth devouring yours, swallowing your needy cries as he let your body adjust around him.
“Fuck me, please, Bucky, I need you now.”
He finally rolled his hips as you begged him and his head tipped back with a growl at how good it felt to be buried inside you again. Sweet nonsense was tumbling from his lips and you had already been on the edge of bliss from his tongue, now you were feeling the coil in your belly tighten impossibly. Your keen cries joined Bucky’s moans as he pulled your leg higher and pushed himself deeper.
“Oh god, fuck, that feel’s so good.” You cried as your heels dug into his ass and you rolled your hips to meet his.
“I’m gonna cum, doll, you feel so fucking tight.”
His hand disappeared between you and his thumb pressed over your clit, your own hips riding you over his touch until the elastic band holding you together snapped. Your pussy clamped down on Bucky as your orgasm washed over you, the heat of it setting you alight from head to toe as your clit pulsed beneath his thumb and he grunted as he spent himself within your walls, the twitches of his cock setting off small aftershocks down your trembling legs.
You both lay entwined on the couch, Bucky still between your legs and his head on your chest as you twirled his growing hair in your fingers. You couldn’t imagine a more perfect moment than that. It had seemed like reaching this point was going to be impossible, that you were destined to remain broken and living in fear for the rest of your life. But Bucky had fixed it, he had fixed you.
You took Bucky’s hands in yours, lacing your fingers between his and kissed them. He thought his hands were weapons, especially the vibranium one, he saw them as tools, hands that cause hurt. You saw them for what they truly were, hands that heal.
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honey,
there is no right way
summary || when you agree to be the feared mobster Bucky Barnes’ sugar baby, you expect to get enough money to pay your bills. what you don’t expect is to fall head over heels for him.
warnings || sugar baby au, mob! Bucky Barnes, unprotected sex, a lot of kinks, violence, SMUT. ANGST. FLUFF. (the holy trinity). MINORS DNI.
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Jake beating the shit out of his father… WE LOVE THAT .
And please tell me Why The first thing that I thought when I read that Jake’s lips were busted I thought:
“Oooh no they are not gonna be able to kiss for a while” 😭😭🤦🏻
More Hearts Than Mine Part 10
In which Jakes family comes to have a talk and things hit a boiling point.
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TW:swearing,violence, brief mentions of blood
Word Count:2.7k
A/N: jake deserves better (I say as I’m the sole creator of his pain lol) also this gif??? The nose crinkle!!!
You and Jake have spent the past week since the phone call on edge and running through endless scenarios of how it could go. Now it’s finally Saturday and you’re flitting around the house cleaning like a mad woman while awaiting their arrival. Jake left about thirty minutes ago to pick them up from the airport and your heart leaps into your throat when you hear car doors closing.
You quickly put the vacuum back in the hall closet and check your appearance one last time. You close your eyes and take a deep breath to try and calm your nerves to no avail. You wait just inside the door when you hear a key turning and plaster a bright smile across your features.
The door swings open and you’re met first with your fiancé’s face followed by that of his mother, father, and sisters. “Hey,” you greet. “Welcome to sunny San Diego. How was your flight?” You ask, desperate not to have an awkward silence.
Catherine smiles and puts her bag in Jake’s outstretched hands. “Thank you, honey.” She tells him before turning to you. “It was lovely. Everything went as smoothly as possible.” She answers with a smile and you nod.
“Well, that’s nice. Flying can be a real nightmare sometimes.” You chuckle and she grins with a short nod. She turns to her daughters and waves them over. The two women step forward silently and Catherine smiles.
“This is Josephine, but she goes by Josie. She’s the youngest.” She explains while pointing to the blonde who bears a striking resemblance to Jake. You stick out your hand and she shakes it. “Nice to properly meet you.”
Jake’s other sister takes it upon herself to greet you and you note that it’s the same woman that opened the door at Christmas. “I’m Jane, the oldest of the group. I want to apologize for how I acted at Christmas. It was rude and I should have made more of an effort to welcome you.” She apologizes and you wave her off with a smile.
“Apology accepted, it’s all water under the bridge. Tensions were running high, consider this our first interaction.” You assure her and she smiles with a short nod.
Jake comes back from dropping the bags off and walks up behind you while wrapping his arms around your waist. You look behind the three women and make eye contact with his dad and your gaze hardens slightly.
“Jacob.” You say curtly and he clears his throat. “Y/N.”
You look him over briefly and notice he still has a hint of a bruise around his eye and it takes everything in you not to smile. Jake takes a second to greet his mom and sisters, ignoring his father’s presence completely.
You sigh and clap your hands. “Why don’t we move to the living room?” You suggest and everyone nods in agreement before following you. Jake takes your hand and the two of you guide the group through the entryway and into the shared space.
Everyone timidly takes their seats, you and Jake on the loveseat and the four Seresins on the large couch. You squeeze Jake’s hand and Catherine clears her throat.
“So,” she begins and the two of you turn your attention to her. “Let’s just get this out of the way.” You take a deep breath and brace for what’s to come. “The girls and I would like to be a part of your lives if you’ll allow us.”
You feel Jake tense slightly and shoot him a worried glance. He takes a moment to process before speaking. “We’d like that, but I’m not sure how you’re expecting that to work.” He explains while shooting a sharp look at his dad.
Catherine sighs and nods her head. “Yes, I see your concern but I assure you it won’t be an issue. There’s something else Id like to talk to you about as well.” She says and you feel your heart rate speed up.
Jake’s eyebrows furrow and he stays silent waiting for the woman to continue. “I’d like to pay for the wedding. Anything you want, no budget.” She offers while glancing between you and Jake. Your eyes widen and your head whips to look at your fiancé.
You see the same shocked expression on his face but before either of you can respond, Jacob speaks up. “I’m not paying for him to marry the bitch that assaulted me!” He exclaims while pointing an accusatory finger at you.
Your eyes narrow and before Jake can get a word in edge-wise, you bite back. “Call me a bitch one more time and see if I don’t it again.” Your voice is laced with venom and you see anger cross the man’s face.
He opens his mouth and Catherine puts her hand up. “Jacob so help me god, I have had it with you.” She spits and yours and Jake’s eyebrows shoot up. “You’re not paying for a damn thing, I am.”
Jacob scoffs at his wife and crosses his arms. “And whose money are you using, sweetheart.” Your blood boils at the way he’s speaking to her and you debate jumping to her defense when she laughs.
“Well,” she begins. “It’ll be my money after I leave you.”
You hear Jake choke next to you and you rub his back soothingly while staring at the train wreck in front of you. Jacob lurches forward and you swear his eyes are completely black. “You can’t leave me, Catherine. Our prenup is ironclad. If you leave me, you’ll lose everything.” He laughs darkly.
You and Jake look at each other for a second before turning back to the impending war going down in your home. Catherine shrugs casually and leans back into the couch cushion.
“That’s what I thought too, except I remembered that little affair you think I don’t know about. I had an infidelity clause written into our prenup that states I receive the ranch and every last penny along with 50% of any future earnings if you ever have extramarital relations. You’re fucked, Jacob.”
Your hand flies up to your mouth and you’re certain your eyes are about to bulge out of your head. Your gaze turns to Jacob and you see his face blanch. He shakes his head and stands up quickly.
He advances toward Catherine and before your brain can catch up, Jake jumps up and steps defensively in front of his mother. You stand and motion for the three women to move to the other side of the room with you, well aware of what Jake is capable of if he’s angry enough. This is three decades worth of rage waiting to be let out and you have an inkling it’s going to be ugly.
Jacob laughs bitterly and tries to step around his son only to be intercepted. “Do not take another step toward them.” Jake says firmly and his father’s eyes dart over his shoulder to look at the four of you.
“You can’t do this Catherine. It will destroy my image.” He tries to reason and you scoff. “Your wife just said she’s leaving you and all you care about is your image?” You laugh in disbelief and the man glowers at you.
“Shut the fuck up. This is a family matter.” He barks while angrily pointing at you. Jake shoves his father back and squares his shoulders. “Do you ever learn? Don’t fucking talk to my future wife like that.” He growls and you smirk.
Catherine shakes her head next to you. “You destroyed this family for 30 years, Jacob. Whatever karma brings you is not my problem. Y/N is more part of this family than you are.” You see Josie and Jane each grab their mother’s hands and Jacob’s eyes quickly lock onto the interaction.
He looks at his daughters and you see his chest heaving with angry breaths. “What is this? Some sort of coup?” He yells and the two women shrink under his hateful gaze. You block them with your body as best you can and stare back at the man just as viciously.
In a matter of minutes, you’ve found yourself having the same protective instinct over them as you do for Jake. You decide at that moment that if it comes down to it, you’ll gladly lay their father out again. Though based on Jake’s body language, you’re guessing he’ll beat you to it.
Jacob shakes his head condescendingly and puts his hands on his hips. “After everything I’ve done, this is how I’m repaid.” He turns around and paces for a moment and you think he might be on the brink of a psychotic break. He stops to take a deep breath and for a split second, you wonder if he’ll just accept defeat.
You’re quickly proven wrong when he whips back around and lunges for Catherine. “You ungrateful fucking bitches!” You don’t flinch at the sudden act of aggression, standing tall and unwavering in your place. You notice Catherine stand up straighter in an act of defiance and feel a surge of pride at the way she’s standing her ground.
Even though Jake’s back is facing you, you see the exact moment it happens. Something in him switches at the violent outburst from his father and you watch as his muscles ripple with restraint. You’ve seen this a few times before when a man gets handsy with you or Phoenix, it’s like something takes over your fiancé and he operates off of pure animalistic instinct.
Jacob slams directly into his son’s chest and Jake doesn’t budge. He’s like a wall, and with the adrenaline coursing through his bloodstream he’s an immovable force. “You have one chance to leave.” He offers and Jacob laughs.
Jake turns his head to face you over his shoulder and his next words have you scrambling for your phone before he even finishes speaking. “Call Rooster and Mav.” His voice is hard and you wonder what exactly he’s planning.
Before you can consider any possibilities, you watch with wide eyes as Jake puts his father in a headlock and the two men start flailing around. You clamber to the side as Jacob kicks over your coffee table and you corral the women to the kitchen as you quickly find Bradley’s contact.
You tremble as you press the phone to your ear and hear Jake wrestling his dad out the front door and into the front yard. You catch Catherine’s hand as she tries to follow them and shake your head.
“Let them go.” She stares at you with tears in her eyes and your attention is drawn back to your phone when you hear Bradley’s voice.
“Hello?” He asks with confusion clear in his voice and you sigh a breath of relief. “Is everything okay? I thought you were with Jake’s fa-“ You cut him off mid-sentence and the words rush together as you try to explain.
“Jake needs help. They’re fighting in the front yard.” You’re met with silence and you can almost see the frown on Bradley’s face as he tries to make sense of what you just said. “Okay. I’m on my way. I’ll bring Mav.” He says and you thank him quickly before hanging up.
Bradley and Mav must have been close because it’s not even five minutes before they come screeching into the driveway. The two men jump out of the blue bronco and rush over to the MMA match happening.
You stare as Bradley grabs Jake and Mav grabs Jacob, forcing them apart. You see that Jake has a busted lip but his dad is much worse off. The older man has a split eyebrow and blood pouring from his mouth as he stumbles backward.
Once they’ve got a good amount of distance between them you hear Bradley trying to calm Jake down as his dad continues fighting against Mav. You don’t know what Mav says but you can see the fury written clearly on his face and it must have knocked some sense into the older Seresin because he shakes his head and walks off.
Once he’s gone, you rush to your fiancé and throw your arms around his now-shaking figure. “Let’s go inside and get you cleaned up.” It’s not so much a suggestion as it is an instruction and Jake follows you silently. He shoots his mom and sisters an apologetic look and continues up toward your shared bathroom.
Once you’re inside, he sits on the counter and you stand between his legs with a first aid kit. You sigh deeply as you blot at his lip, noting that the bleeding has stopped on its own. Once you’re satisfied, you lean back and take his face in your hands.
You see the tears gathering on his waterline and your eyes soften. “Oh, baby. Come here.” You comfort him and his face drops into your shoulder. You hold him against you as he lets out heavy sobs and your heart breaks. You feel a few of your own tears fall and squeeze your eyes shut.
The two of you stay like that for a few minutes before he finally pulls back and looks at you with puffy bloodshot eyes. “I’m sorry.” He says with a wobbly voice and you shake your head. “Don’t you dare. You did nothing wrong. That man terrorized you and your family for years. If anything I’m surprised you didn’t snap sooner.”
Jake takes a deep breath and you give him a reassuring smile. “Let’s get you situated and go back downstairs, okay?” You say while wetting a washcloth with cold water to soothe his swollen eyes and cheeks.
Once the blotchiness is mostly gone, the two of you return hand in hand. Bradley and Maverick are laughing on the couch with the three women and you smile at the sight. Catherine notices your presence first and bolts over to Jake, taking him in her arms.
“Oh, honey. Are you okay?” She asks while frantically scanning his face and body for injuries. Jake frowns slightly and shakes his head. “I’m fine mom. You’re not mad?” He asks and Catherine scoffs.
“How could I be mad at you for protecting us?” She asks and Jake just shrugs his shoulders timidly. You can tell he’s uncomfortable and attempt to change the subject.
“Why don’t we order some Chinese and have a night in?” You propose and everyone enthusiastically agrees.
“You guys are staying right?” You ask the other two pilots and they look at each other before shrugging. “If you want us to. Don’t want to impose.” Mav says and you roll your eyes. “Of course we want you to. You couldn’t impose if you tried, don’t be ridiculous.”
Once everyone’s order is placed the seven of you sprawl out around the living room. It takes a while for the food to arrive but once it does, the rest of the night is spent eating and laughing. You notice Bradley hitting it off with Josie and shoot Jake a knowing look.
He shakes his head at the idea and pretends to gag, making you laugh loudly. You turn to the other three women and smile. “Hey, I have a question.” You say and they look over at you expectantly. You hesitate for a second and decide to just go for it.
“Well, I was going to go look at dresses in a couple weeks. My friend Phoenix is coming and my mom and sisters are flying out. I was wondering if you ladies would like to come too?” You ask apprehensively and Josie shrieks.
“Of course!” She exclaims and her mom and sister quickly agree. You laugh at their eagerness and fall back as the youngest sister tackles you in a hug. “Okay, I’ll send you all of the information.” You tell them and Jake stares at you with pure adoration.
Things may not be perfect, but this is as close as he’s ever come to having a real relationship with his family and he can’t help but feel his heart swell at the idea of you bonding with the women in his life. Things with his dad have finally hit rock bottom, but it can only go up from here.
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Masquerade || billionaire!Bucky
Billionaire!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Summary: Sneaking into the infamous James 'my friends call me Bucky' Barnes' elaborate party seemed like such a simple task until you met the charming man himself. Everything about him pulled you further into his orbit and who were you to fight gravity. Warnings: 18+ only, implied smut, nudity WC: 2331
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The decadent soirée was in full swing when you arrived, masked acrobats swinging high above the hall that was full of almost black roses. The elite list of invitees were already mingling over expensive flutes of champagne and their polished taste indulged in the White Gold caviar pristine hostesses offered as hor d'oeuvres. You declined the creamy white eggs but accepted the alcohol as you felt like an imposter in their midst.
“Do you have eyes on him?” Your handler asked through your ear piece.
“There’s three who match the description but the masks make it difficult to be sure.” You whispered discreetly as you pretended to admire the roses.
“I’m sure you will come up with a solution.”
“Black velvet.”
You turned at the sound of the man who had stepped in beside you and found one of the three possible suspects you had pegged as the owner of the mansion you were in. His deep blue suit set his eyes alight and the silver mask he wore was inlaid with diamonds you were almost certain were real. Even though you knew everyone who was invited was rich, he screamed luxury: from the tailored suit to the air of arrogance that clung to him as strongly as his sharp cologne.
He caught the quizzical look even through your black laced mask and chuckled to himself. “The roses.”
“Oh, they are beautiful.” You said as you followed his movement, his gloved fingers reaching out and plucking a stem from the bouquet.
“Because they are forced to be.” He said as he offered the single rose to you. “They have been modified to reach perfection. Something you seemed to have achieved naturally. I’m James, but my friends call me Bucky.”
“I’m y/n.” You said as you inhaled the sweet scent of the bloom and fingered the sharp thorns that lined the stem. “Does that line usually work for you?”
“9 times out of 10.” He quipped back with a charming smile. “I knew you stood out from the others. Should I just give up now?”
“I didn’t take you for the type to give up so easily.” You shrugged and slotted the flower back into the bouquet. “Or take advice from a woman.”
“Is that what you think of me?” He asked, his dark eyebrow peeking over the top of his mask. “I love it when a woman tells me what to do…in the right situation.”
His ocean eyes were turning to obsidian as he took in the curve of your breasts swelling over the designer dress you had been given for the party and down its length to the daring slit that revealed your leg. You could feel his eyes undressing you and he smirked when he caught you pressing your legs together needing to apply some sort of friction between.
“This used to be a royal embassy before my family bought it.” He said, looking around the room lined with paintings that were probably worth millions each. “Would you like a tour?”
You were nodding before your handler confirmed what you had already realised, he was your target. The target, James, cocked his elbow and you slipped your arm through his before he began to lead the way out of the grand hall and up a pair of intimidating staircases. Your heels tapped loudly on the stone steps and you realised just how quiet it was away from the party, there wasn’t a single person on this side of the palace.
You came to a stop in front of a pair of dark portraits and your head tilted to the side with familiarity. “These are Rembrandt.”
“You have an eye for detail.” He smirked as watched you inspect the paintings.
“They are extremely well made copies.” You whispered as you stepped closer and eyed the detail of the brush strokes and the lighting cast across it.
“Who said they were copies?”
“I saw these quite recently at the Louvre and I haven’t heard of their sale, that would certainly make the news.”
His smirk widened as he began to walk further down the hall with you in tow. “The Louvre would never admit they were displaying counterfeit artworks, imagine the embarrassment.”
You were beginning to feel like a lamb to the slaughter as you walked past a Monet and Klimt next, hundreds of millions of dollars in artwork in a ten metre span. It was no wonder the Barnes family had been running the criminal world for so long, they had infinite resources. And you were hoping to topple it all with a pretty dress and a pair of tits, what were you thinking.
“This wing was the original palace built for the House of Savoy in 1875.” James said as he opened a gilded door and let you through first.
“Keep him talking.”
“What is it now?”
He shut the door with a smirk that sent a lightning bolt straight to your core and instead of taking your elbow he placed his hand on the bare skin of your lower back. “Guess you’ll just have to find out.”
You were hyper aware of the smooth leather glove that was pressed to your skin and you were grateful for the daring dress once again as he led the way to another double door that was carved and covered with gold. You had never seen a more opulent room as you took in the space that was larger than your entire apartment. The double height ceiling housed a glass dome that let you see the brilliance of the stars above and you couldn’t help but stop to stare at the sight that looked unreal.
“Are these the same stars as outside or can you afford bigger, better ones of those too?”
His laugh rolled over your skin and his blue eyes almost glowed between his mask. “I like that. I’ll have to ask Elon, see if he can get me some bigger stars. Drink?”
He slipped the empty flute from your fingers before you could answer and made his way to the bar that was set up in one corner with a dark red leather sofa beside it, facing a warm, glowing fire.
“Do you have any tequila?” You asked as he grabbed a bottle of champagne from the wine fridge.
“I have AsomBroso Reserva Del Porto or Clase Azul Extra Añejo.” He said as he held up two bottles that you clearly didn’t recognise. “AsomBroso it is.”
“Mhmm, sounds good.” You nodded, still kind of thrown by how well he rolled his r’s when he spoke. "You speak Spanish?”
“Sì, ¿verdad?” You shook your head at his question and he grinned as he poured two shots of the amber liquid. “My father made sure I was fluent in a handful of languages to cover most of the countries we have business in.”
The way he said it contradicted the smile he had and you were sure it was not something he had a choice in. “Just how much is a handful? Out of curiosity.”
He handed you one of the shot glasses as he answered. “Almost 30.”
You nearly dropped the glass as your jaw did and a small splash of the golden liquid slipped over the rim and along your finger. You swapped the glass to the other hand and raised your finger to your lips to catch the wayward droplets on your tongue. Your eyes connected over your finger and the whole energy in the room changed as he licked his lips at the sight and you raised your glass to his before tipping it back. It was unlike any tequila you had drunk before, smooth with a rich warmth that reached your belly immediately, definitely not your more affordable Jose Cuervo you normally drank.
“Wow, that’s seriously amazing.” You gasped when the slight burn in your throat eased and you looked disappointed at the empty glass.
“You should have tried the caviar.” He teased as he took the glass and you followed him to the bar this time, leaning against the countertop as he refilled the glasses.
“You were watching me.” You smiled to yourself, impressed you had gained the billionaire’s attention that fast.
“I keep my eye on everyone who comes into my home uninvited.” You choked on the shot you were about to take and began to step away from him but he caught your hand and pulled you flush against his body. “Uh-uh-uh, where do you think you are going, beautiful? The party's just beginning.”
Your mind was racing as fast as your heart and you tried to think of ways to get out of his grasp. “I’m a cop.”
“What the hell, y/n! Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
“Nice try, doll, you think I’m going to believe you're a cop? You’re wearing a Givenchy dress and Louboutins, which are admittedly from last season but still more than a cop could afford.” He laughed and stroked his knuckle gently over your cheekbone. “Plus, you have too much sex appeal.”
“Thanks, I guess.” You said with an eye roll. “Fine, I was curious as to how the other half lived and my friends bet me I couldn’t get within 100 feet of the party.”
“Better.”
“And what did you bet them?” He asked as he relaxed his hand so his fingers were almost laced with yours.
You looked down at your hands and made the move yourself, curling your fingers between his before looking up into his baby blues through your mascara thickened lashes. “I bet I could fuck the host.”
His lips tipped up at the corners but he caught himself before he could really smile at the thought. “Why should I believe you? You could actually be a cop for all I know.”
“Rich men like yourself must have contacts at every police station along the Eastern Seaboard, I’m sure you could check-”
“Careful now, y/n.”
“-or…I could prove it right now.”
His eyes were darkening by the second as your hand trailed up his hard arm, knowing beneath the glove and the layers of clothes was a very advanced piece of technology. His eyes were screaming at you to prove yourself and when his lips parted in anticipation you couldn’t hold back. You rose to your tiptoes to reach his ruby lips that were calling you, even with the heels he was too tall, and you laced your fingers in the long strands of his hair. His lips were softer than you imagined they would be and they moulded to yours as he deepened the kiss, tongue lashing across yours as you fought for dominance but gave in as his hands roamed your body.
“Tell me we don’t have to trek across this mansion and climb an Everest of stairs to find your bedroom.” You begged as you unwillingly broke apart for air.
“Not quite.” He chuckled as he tightened his fingers around yours and headed to the doors set off from the library corner.
You crashed to his mattress in a sweating, heated mess and tried to remember how your legs were meant to work but the back to back orgasms he had pushed you through had rendered the limbs useless. With a satisfied sigh, James fell to his pillow beside you and brushed a hand through his messy hair that stuck up at different angles. He had been right, he certainly took orders from women and every direction you gave he did without question. You could only say he was the best sexual partner you had ever had.
“Holy shit.” You giggled as you snuggled into his arm that he opened for you. “That vibrate function was fucking insane.”
“I guess there’s some perks to losing an arm.” He chuckled as he looked at the black and 24k gold plates that had replaced his left arm. “Hell of a silver lining.”
You swore you had been bewitched everytime he smiled at you the way he did, it stole your breath in an instant. It had only gotten worse as your masks had been tossed aside so you could kiss the sharp shape of his jawline, seeing it all come together was a masterpiece.
“Oh shit, where’s my phone?” You asked aloud as you tried to find where you had dropped it with your clothes but you couldn’t see it anywhere.
“It’s safe on the dresser over there.” He said as he nodded to the set of drawers. “You are quite careless when you have a mission, or should I say bet to win.”
You pulled yourself from his arms and padded across the plush carpet to retrieve your phone and opened your camera. “Smile, I have to prove I won.”
He dragged the sheet over his hips to protect his modesty and he laughed when he caught your pout behind the phone, which was capturing the perfect image of him. “I better not see that shit on TMZ.”
“Oh no, I don’t want to share this with anyone, I might even take a loss on the bet so those horny bitches don’t get to see it.” You said seriously as you climbed back into bed and dropped your phone next to his. “Should I apologise for making you miss your own party?”
“I’m pretty sure I’m the one who made you miss the party.” He quipped back as his eyes greedily drank in the sight of you naked against his sheets. “How about next weekend?”
“The clone of his phone has been successful.”
He pulled you closer and kissed the sweet spot he had found at the base of your neck and begged you with his deep voice. “Come and miss another party with me.”
“Congratulations, y/n, mission complete, payment transferred.”
You grinned as you pulled back to capture his sincere eyes and despite knowing it was a bad idea mixing business with pleasure, you were addicted to him already. “That sounds perfect.”
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Hi I had an idea and though I’d request it if you don’t mind. Asgard didn’t get destroyed, Thanos was defeated and Loki is alive. Thor is king and invites the avengers to Asgard for a ball and an announcement. During a tour the team sees Loki in the gardens and are like “wtf is he doing out of prison”. They see him laughing and whispering to a woman. Thor calms them and tells them that the special announcement is Lokis betrothal. They get introduced the the reader (princess whatever) and are shocked because she’s delicate and sweet where Loki is dark and mischievous. Loki and Thor share a smirk because they know what a fierce warrior she is on the battlefield yet can be dainty and ladylike in court.
This was cute! I essentially used your request as the background to this scene. I hope you enjoy! Warnings: small fight scene, mostly fluff WC: 1081
The Light to his Dark || l.l
You were everything he was not, perhaps that was why you were perfect for him. When you met Loki, something just clicked. You never feared him, despite the vicious stories that were spread among the Asgardian gossip circles, you found his presence calming and his mannerisms sweet.
“Why would he invite the avengers here?” Loki growled as he paced the gardens his mother used to tend.
“Maybe it is to show them that you were not the boy who made those mistakes but a man who is ready to take responsibility?” You offered as you carefully picked a ripe and glowing starfruit. “I would like to visit Midgard someday, it sounds like an awfully exciting place.”
“Awful is one way to put it.” He muttered as he dropped into one of the cane loungers and produced a book from his cloaks. “The only good thing they have is a decadent beverage called coffee.”
You skipped over to his spot, eager to hear his many tales, and nudged the book aside so you could take the space on his lap. “What is it?”
“The production of it is something of a mystery but it rejuvenates like nothing else I have tasted. I swear rest was far from my mind after imbibing the black solution.”
“That sounds like something that would be useful on our wedding night.” You teased as you trailed a hand down his leather clad chest.
“I hope you are not implying what I think you are implying, my love.” He quirked an eyebrow daringly. “You are my very own shot of coffee, the moment I taste you on my lips, sleep is far from my mind.”
He shifted his long legs so that you fell closer to him and took the opportunity to claim your lips as they parted with your surprised gasp. You could feel his triumphant smirk without even having to open your eyes but his kiss was evaporating all thoughts of reprimanding him for giving you a fright. You had come to know and love all of his traits and knew the mischievous streak was embedded in his nature and was just like breathing to him, you could hardly ask him not to.
“We need to go, I still need to prune Frigga’s roses.” You sighed as you pulled out of his embrace rising from the chair with him in tow.
Your stomach fluttered as you caught the glint in his green eyes and looked towards the rose gardens across the palace courtyard. “Race you.”
To anyone who saw you at a glance they would see the royal socialite, a goddess in her own right, dainty and precious as your movements flowed like water. You came from the lineage of spring personified and where you went life blossomed, flowers bloomed and fruit sweetened. But that was not all you were, you were trained by Frigga herself to protect the palace and the Asgardians who resided within it.
You hadn’t noticed that the Avengers had arrived with King Thor, stepping out of the grand palace and into the courtyard that was surrounded by the gardens and orchards. They were watching with curious eyes as you rose from the cane chaise and pulled Loki to his feet, tucking a wayward lock of dark hair behind his ears and a smile gracing your face. His lips trailed along your jaw as he locked eyes on the group watching and whispered something in your ear.
You spun away from him with excitement, the layers of your dress billowing out as you raced to exit the orchard first. It was only the feel of air shifting that had you ducking in time to see Loki’s blade bury itself in a tree trunk. Your laugh filled the air as you swiped it out of the tree, pressing a palm over the cut and healing it before throwing the dagger back.
“Playing dirty already, my love?” You teased as you turned and froze.
The Avengers had seen Loki attacking a maiden and taken no time in surrounding him with their primitive weapons. The grass seemed to swell beneath your feet, flowers sprouting as you pushed your way between them to place yourself firmly in the way.
“Thor!” You hissed as he stood alone, chuckling to himself. “Please kindly tell your guests to put their weapons away before I am forced to draw my own.”
“Um, excuse me, but didn’t he just try to kill you?” A man with a red iron suit said as he tipped his mask back. “You really want to protect him?”
“Please, if you think I could kill her then you are even more of a fool than I thought, Stark.” Loki scoffed and stepped closer behind you to rest his hands on your hips.
Thor grinned as he stepped over to the group. “My friends, let me introduce you to Lady y/n, Loki’s betrothed.”
You could almost feel the pride radiating off Loki as his thumbs drew small circles on your hips, leaving you to go through the introductions while they tried to ignore his presence. You could already feel them softening to you, the sense of calm that came from sitting next to a softly bubbling stream surrounded by open air and fragrant flowers in the breeze. Your light nature was as strong as Loki’s dark, balancing each other.
“Loki has changed, you’ll see.” Thor promised.
“Last time I saw you, you were trying to kill everyone, where are you at these days?” A seemingly nervous man asked as his hand wrung together.
“It varies from moment to moment.” You turned enough to slap Loki’s stomach and he huffed with a roll of his eyes before clearing his throat. “That was a joke. I no longer have the grandeur plans of decimating your cities and wielding my power over your rudimentary species.”
“I’m sorry about him, he doesn’t get out much, as you can tell.” You laughed to ease the tension. “I hope to see you at the ball this evening. Excuse us.”
You half dragged Loki away as he waved back at the others, his smile never wavering until you were back into your apartment in the palace.
“Well that was certainly entertaining.” He chuckled as he dropped onto the canopy bed.
“Loki.” You sighed, climbing in beside him. “Please play nice tonight, for me? This is our celebration.”
He answered with a kiss as he pulled you closer in his arms. “Anything for you.”
How heavy is Bucky’s new arm???
so last time I was drawing Bucky I had some thoughts and they turned into research and this info sheet - somehow… y’all better find this useful or uhm… interesting…? please?
Don’t @ me if the math is incredibly wrong
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Guardian of Heroes
Imagine having healing abilities, but healing wounds comes at a price.
Words: 4K Author’s Note: Well would you look at this- a request + an AU fix it (of sorts). Also, heads up, the ending is kind of abrupt. I had no clue how to end this! Lol. @mummy-woves-you I hope you still like it.
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Claws Out || Stucky
STUCKY x shapeshifter!reader
Summary: After Bucky saves you from hunters who kill your kind, or enslave them, he secretly helps bring you into the avengers fold - not knowing who can be trusted. Bucky is the one person you feel you can trust until you meet Steve. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, blood, violence, death, sexual tension WC: 2.8k
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You squirmed under the scrutiny of the people you had just met, their rigid formation seeming almost defensive against a new arrival to the team. You could feel the burning questions playing on their minds but not a single one asked you. They wondered who you were and why a civilian was suddenly an avenger but kept their mouths shut as Tony stated your short introduction. There wasn’t much information to give besides your name, only the key part that he seemed to enjoy skipping over.
“So what do you think her specialty is?” Nat asked Bucky as they walked to the gym together. “Canon fodder?”
“Leave her alone, you don’t know her.” Bucky stated coldly before veering off down a hall and away from the Black Widow.
“Don’t act like you didn’t think about it.” She called out before continuing on her way.
You watched the interaction with a heavy heart before quietly following Bucky’s footsteps to his room. The door was left open just a crack and you curled your paw into the gap and widened it enough to fit your feline form through. Bucky sat at the edge of his bed, watching you slink your way in and jump up beside him gracefully.
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