Enamored [40] - Newlyweds

Born In Flames || Chapter Seven, Part One

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Being the daughter of a mafia boss was hard enough growing up. You got out and made a new life for yourself as a bartender only to be sucked in when your old man made a bad deal and he thinks you need protection. Enter Bucky Barnes, your new bodyguard and roommate.

Warnings: Minor character deaths, non-con (no explicit details, just mentions), blood, torment, slight disassociation, kidnapping

Word Count: Both chapters together are a bit over 5K

Authors Note: So this chapter got dark, and long. So it’s split up into two parts. I’m putting the same warnings on both parts as well, though the second part is slightly less dark but still heavy.

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You were cold. Freezing, actually.

Stripped down to the bare minimum clothing, every week being used to send photos.

Pierce hadn’t stepped foot inside the cabin since then. Men were stationed all around it, though only two would stay inside with you.

To say all pride went out of the window was an understatement. You didn’t get to use the bathroom with the door closed. Sleeping in a bed? Not allowed. You were only given an oversized shirt to sit around in.

They didn’t care about you. They cared about the check and making their boss proud.

And every week, Bucky and Michael grew more and more frustrated with the lack of findings. Michael kept reminding Bucky that he needed to calm down due to his surgery. He was still healing but he was going nuts without you. The only solace he found was every Saturday when a photo of you would be sent. It was marked with the date, a piece of paper that you held. Each week, there were new bruises and cuts on your skin. Each week, Bucky found a new reason to rage. He wanted to make them all feel the pain they were putting you in.

On the business side of things, Pierce was using you as leverage to get a hold of all of Michael’s dealings. The trading, the drugs, the guns, all of it. Michael tried to fight back but he learned early on that if he did, you received the brunt of it. He was sent videos of you being beaten, called names, tears streaming down your face.

Bucky broke the door when he saw it. His fist went through to the other side.

He had been staying at your place since then, even talking to Miss Liz every morning. He gave her some lie about how you were off visiting family and you weren’t sure how long you’d be gone. She accepted it, though she was probably too stoned to even think farther on it since you told her once that you don’t speak to your family anymore.

Weeks turned to months, the snow hitting hard. Each morning Bucky woke to see your paintings that sat on the shelf, his phone still not being sent any good messages. They tried to track your phone but it was off, probably broken and left on the side of some highway. They tried to track the photos but nothing seemed to come up and Pierce’s men were smart about where they drove. They knew when they were followed.

Michael started not to trust any of his men except Bucky. He thought Jasper was just a single rat but now that Glen had become one, he didn’t know who he could talk to.

So he talked to Bucky. The two of them tried to figure everything out. Hiring detectives was not an option, especially in the mafia business.

Currently you sat on the end of the couch, curled up around yourself. The men had already done unspeakable things to you. Things you never thought you would be worried about. Both men in the house had forced themselves on you time and time again. You taught yourself how to not be in that moment. To lose yourself in your head and not think about the man between your legs.

You thought about Bucky. When you slept, when you were awake, you thought of him. The few hours he held you while you slept. The way he held your face after the first shooting and how he took care of your ear. The way he allowed you to cry against him after your nightmares. He never once got angry with you. He dealt with your moods and the stupid guard dog name you gave him. You wished you could take it back, to tell him he was more than a guard dog just once more. He was kind and gentle, even allowing you to touch the arm he hated so much.

It was a Saturday, and you knew it. Stanley, the other man who was at the house with you and Glen/Matthew, got up from his chair and pulled out a switchblade from his pocket.

“New orders. I guess Michael isn’t listening very well,” he smirked, taking a seat next to you. Glen pulled up a wooden chair and sat in front of you, phone out and ready to record.

You were ready for the punches, the spitting, the raping. But when the knife slid against your skin, your eyes widened. “D-don’t,” you whispered, your voice broken. Your left eye was black and there was another dark bruise along your lip where it had been previously busted open.

Stanley chuckled darkly and pushed the metal into your skin, causing you to yelp in pain. You tried to pull away but Stanley’s free hand reached up and gripped your throat. “Stay still,” he spoke.

You squeezed your eyes shut as blood started to drip down the side of your thigh. Words started to appear, letter after letter, as you whispered in pain.

New Years.

Michael had until New Years to sign over everything or else you would be killed.

What Michael didn’t know was that they planned on killing you regardless. Everything that happened between Alexander and your mother was put onto you. A woman who was only a baby when she left him. A woman who didn’t want to be a part of the mafia at all.

Glen/Matthew zoomed in on the blood before your face, then shut the video off. Stanley gave your already wounded cheek a slap before getting up. “Go clean yourself up.”

Slowly you stood up, holding your breath as your thigh stung. The carving wasn’t super, super deep, but it didn’t stop bleeding for a few minutes. Making your way into the bathroom, you stepped inside of the bathtub and sat on the edge. Running the water, you hissed as it touched the open wounds. Tears fell as you tried to contain yourself.

All you wanted was to be home, curled up in bed with your bad television shows and unhealthy snacks. You wanted Bucky to be there and laugh as you made some silly joke. God, you missed that laugh. He didn’t laugh enough in the time you two had and you knew now he wouldn’t even smile. You didn’t have to be psychic for that.

Once it was as clean as it was going to get, you grabbed a cloth from the linen closet and held it against your thigh. You couldn’t find any gauze or bandages, so an old washcloth would have to do the trick. You just hoped you wouldn’t get an infection. Who knew where that knife had been before.

You sat back down on the couch and stared at the floor, disassociating once more. You often found yourself doing it to calm your mind. Crying gave you a headache and if you could get lost in some world in your mind where you were happy, then that’s how it had to be.

Back in Brooklyn, Bucky and Michael were sitting in his office when the video message came through. Michael opened up the email on his laptop and Bucky leaned down beside him.

The moment they saw you, how you screamed in pain, Bucky was ready to tear the office apart in rage. The metal plates on his arm whirred as he tried to compose himself. They were used to seeing your face beaten and bruised, but they hadn’t carved into you like that. A message was being sent through your skin.

Underneath the video was a little explanation about Michael handing everything over before New Years.

This was the last straw.

Bucky stormed out despite Michael calling out to him.

It was an unspoken rule not to go to the mafia bosses house. Every mafia boss adhered to it.

But Bucky wasn’t the mafia boss.

And he was about to use all of his training to get you back.

It took a few days to plan out, and by now you had been stuck in that cabin for six long months. He could tell by the photos and videos that they weren’t feeding you properly. You were nearly skin and bones. He devised a plan and decided to carry it out on his own. Even if he was killed, he just couldn’t sit around and do nothing while you suffered.

At about one am, Bucky found himself creeping around the outside of Pierce’s home. He had disabled all of the cameras so it didn’t alert anyone of movement before slipping inside. Did Pierce really not have any guards around? How stupid was he? Bucky lurked in the shadows of the home, only seeing one guard pass through a hall. Using a gun with a silencer, he shot the man and grabbed him before he could make a thud. Shoving him into a closet, Bucky then kept going through before finding Alexander's bedroom. Pushing the door open, he whipped out his gun and pointed it right at the man.

“Where is she?” Bucky asked, stepping inside.

Pierce didn’t seem phased, setting his book down and pulling off his glasses. “Didn’t hear you come in. Smart, I suppose. But did you really think this would be the best course of action? One simple call and she could be dead before you even try to pull the trigger.”

Bucky aimed at the nightstand, shooting the phone that sat there before aiming it back at Alexander. Pierce sighed and stood, though Bucky didn’t move.

“It’s nice that you’ve come to save her but you’ll never actually find her. I’m not dumb enough to keep her here. And good luck trying to find her in any of my properties. It will take far too long,” Pierce chuckled.

Bucky stared at him, trying to figure out his game. Was he trying to kill time? Distract him? Quickly the gun pointed down and he shot Pierce’s arm.

Apparently Pierce didn’t actually think Bucky would shoot by the way he looked at the man.

“You’re nothing but a coward,” he said as he gripped the old man's neck. “You’re going to take me to her or I’ll make sure you don’t leave this room alive.”

Pierce tried to pull away but Bucky gripped tighter. Pressing the barrel of the gun to his head, Bucky glared.

“Okay…I’ll take you,” Pierce said, holding his hands up.

Bucky watched him for a moment, trying to see if Pierce was going to try anything, but he pushed him to the door and kept his gun pressed to the back of his head the entire time.

Pierce led them to the garage and got in one of his expensive cars. Bucky sat in the passenger seat, never wavering his aim as Pierce drove. Anytime the man spoke, Bucky would quickly tell him to shut it. He had nothing left to hear. All he wanted was to hear you and make sure you were alive.

Pierce only hoped that his men were stationed where they were supposed to be. Five on one wouldn’t be too hard for them to get a good shot at Bucky, right?

Right?

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Enamored [39] - Honeymoon

A.N: Thank you so much for your amazing feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤ 

Summary: Ultimate happiness has no room for distractions.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, some gender specific language and terms, kissing.

Word Count: 9200 

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 For all your life, you had kept telling anyone who was listening that the happiest day of your life would be when you would get married to the love of your life, and your wedding day was the proof that you were right. You felt nearly dizzy the whole time because of the excitement running through your veins, and you were sure that this was the happiest you could ever be.

But you were wrong in a way.

Your wedding day was perfect, but even that had somehow paled in comparison to what would follow.

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Hands That Heal - Ch.8

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary: You thought you were done with everything to do with Axel but the club is not done with you yet. Things have to get worse before they can get better. Chapter Warning: 18+ only, death, reader gets injured/tortured Word count: 1810

Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men, smut.

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RECAP: “It feels like home, you feel like home.” His arms were already open for you as you crashed against his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck. You could hardly kiss him because your lips refused to do anything other than smile against his. He always managed to brighten your dark days, and that was why you knew you wanted to have him around forever. “Welcome home, Bucky.”

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The flash of blue and red lights filled your driveway and lit up the living room you had fallen asleep in, snuggled in Bucky’s arms on the couch. The call of your doorbell brought back memories of the last time you had seen the same casting of colours outside and the police had come with the news that your father had died. There was already a pit forming in your stomach as you climbed off the couch and went to answer the door.

You couldn’t seem to understand why the police were at your door, you were so wrapped up in the memory of the two other officers that you blinked twice and asked them to repeat themselves.

“I said I’m sorry to inform you that we found Axel Hedges deceased this morning. We are still investigating the crash but it's likely we expect the toxicology reports to come back conclusive.” The officer repeated before he noticed Bucky joining you and he looked like he was going to ask for an autograph.

You felt guilty for feeling relieved and you felt guilty for feeling sad. For a large period of your life you had loved Axel but who he had become was a sick and twisted shadow of the boy next door. The man who died was a manipulative, narcissistic asshole and the world was a better place without him, that’s what you told yourself to suppress the rise of emotions.

“Why did you come here?” You asked as they stood awkwardly on your porch.

“You are, were, Axel’s next of kin.”

Of course, he would never have thought about keeping little things like that up to date, it was probably still the same information that you had given his parole officer when he was released from prison.

“Right.” You sighed. “Uh, thanks for letting me know.”

“Once the autopsy is finished the body will be released so you can have a funeral.”

You really couldn’t believe that they were expecting you to organise his funeral, you were more likely to dump him in the Hudson at this point. “Actually, here’s Jess’ number. She’s his wife, she can sort this out. I’m done with him.”

You scribbled the number on a notepad and handed it to the cops before crossing your arms, trying to bring some comfort from your own touch.

“Sorry, it’s been a bit of a rough night.” Bucky apologised with a small smile.

“It wouldn’t have anything to do with the pool of blood on the drive?” The officer asked and you flinched at the reminder, the feel of Benny’s blood still on your fingers even after washing them a million times.

“Her dog got run over, didn’t make it.” Bucky lied smoothly before nudging you back to the lounge with a look that said he would sort it for you, so you left him to it. “Look, you know Axel’s history, he’d show up here on his bike drunk and high to abuse y/n. She’s been through enough because of him, if you don’t mind just keep her out of anything related to him.”

“Yeah, of course, Sergeant.” The officer nodded understandably and held up the paper with Jess’ name and number. “I’ll make sure everything goes to his wife from now on.”

You had stopped listening after that, glad that you could finally move on from Axel, the club, all of it. There was nothing to get in the way of you and Bucky…except his work. The world could only handle a few months of peace at a time then some uprising would call him away. At least he wasn’t out there on his own, he had his partner Sam to watch his back and you to call him every morning and night, reminding him why he kept fighting the good fight.

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“I miss you.” You pouted at the phone, not that he could see, as you walked home from work.

“I’ll be home soon, doll.” He replied just as longingly but grateful to only be a few states over in Washington. “I can’t sleep when I’m away from you, and Sam snores really bad.”

“Do not.” You heard from the background and laughed as you rounded the corner to your street.

“Do to.”

“Well I’ll leave you boys to settle that argument.” You offered as they began to bicker back and forth much to your amusement. Then you saw an old Corolla parked on the side of the road, hood up and a woman looking lost as she waved the steam away. “I gotta go.”

“Are you alright?” Bucky was suddenly serious and you could picture his frown at the other end.

“Yeah, babe, there’s just a woman who looks like she could use my help.” You smiled at his concern. “I’ll call you back when I get inside, it looks like a cracked radiator.”

“Alright, love you.”

“Love you too.”

You slipped your phone in your pocket and crossed the street to see if you could help her get on her way. “Hey, car troubles?”

She spun around and nodded her head as she pointed to the engine. “It’s always breaking down on me.”

“It happens.” You shrugged and lifted your heavy tool box up. “I can take a look if you want?”

“Thanks, but that’s not necessary.” She said as the car door opened and she began to step away. “It’s running fine.”

“We just needed to catch you away from your boyfriend.” Rex smirked as he straightened his kutte, the President patch instilling fear deep in your bones. “Wanted to have a little chat.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You said as you opened your tool box and grabbed a large wrench. “I’ve nothing to do with the club anymore.”

“Axel always bragged that you still had his tattoo.” He countered as he kept up his slow, menacing encroachment towards you. “You want nothing to do with the club, then fire or knife.”

“That’s just for members, I’m not a member!” You began to panic as he pulled a hunting knife out of his hip sheath.

“It’s for whoever the fuck I say it is, I’m President.” He growled. “And I got a dead member who was barely even wasted the night he died. We both know Axel could be black out drunk and ride perfectly, so it seems a little odd right. Cops won’t do anything, they don’t give a shit about us so I have to take matters into my own hands.”

“I know you miss him but I don’t know where you are going with this. He had an accident, it happens.”

“I don’t think it was.” He shook his head and pointed the knife at you. “I think you know that too.”

You swung the wrench at him as he tried to reach out but his gloved hand caught it and ripped it from your hands, tossing it away from you. Turning on your heels you sprinted towards your fence, you didn’t have time to unlock the gate but if you could climb over and get to the car you could get your gun. You had only just reached the fence when you were pushed and your body slammed into the metal mesh, face pressed roughly into it as Rex held his knife to your throat.

“Shouldn’t have done that, little girl.”

Your fingers were slipping into your pocket as you tried to not move your neck against the knife and you pressed your thumb to the fingerprint scanner then prayed your muscle memory hit the right buttons to call Bucky. You tried not to think about waking up that night and Bucky missing from the bed, you tried not to think that maybe Rex was right. Is that what Bucky meant when he would do anything for you, would he have killed Axel? You knew he had the capability but you didn’t think he had the capacity, not anymore at least.

“Phoebe, get the torch from the car.”

Your stomach dropped at the order and you screamed as you tried to get someone to call the cops but this neighbourhood was no longer the family friendly place it was 15 years ago, now everyone kept their heads low and kept their nose out of everyone else’s business. There would be no one coming for you. Rex grabbed your keys from your pocket and unlocked the gate before dragging you into your garage.

“You said you just wanted to talk to her.” Phoebe stuttered as she held a small blow torch in her hand and watched with horror as Rex pulled the back of your shirt away to show the tattoo Axel had given you.

“Shut up, bitch, just give me the fucking thing.”

She looked torn but there was no way she was going to go against the head of the Sinners MC, not if she wanted to survive. You fought against the hold Rex had on you but a hard blow to the back of your head sent the world spinning and your vision in a daze.

“Tell me the truth and I’ll stop, did you get your new boyfriend to kill Axel?”

You couldn’t answer, you couldn’t move, not even when the stench of burning skin and your screams pierced the air and left Phoebe cowering with her hands over her head. You couldn’t even feel the pain, you were already losing consciousness when a stealth jet landed in your yard.

You dropped as the hold on you was released, your body sliding along the sleek panels of your car until you were left numb on the concrete floor. You didn’t even realise you were crying until your teardrops landed on the surface of oil stains, the droplets reflecting the iridescent colours of the oil slick. It was the only thing keeping you conscious, your mind fixating on the way your tears refused to mingle with the oil but pain was slowly beginning to push its way through the shock.

“Shhh, it’s me, doll.” Bucky soothed as he cradled your body, catching the fist you weakly tried to throw as you felt someone touching you. “I got you. Sam! Where’s that ambulance!”

You looked up and found blue eyes swimming in tears and you wanted to wipe them away but you were too weak and every movement sent fire across your back and whimpers along your hoarse throat.

“Don’t try to move, baby.” Bucky begged as he held you carefully, avoiding the burns on your shoulder.

“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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Enamored [36] - Preparations

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Summary: Planning a wedding takes time.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, kissing.

Word Count: 4800

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You were so excited for your wedding that the moment your father gave you his approval, you had transformed a spare room into a planning room. It was impossible for everything to fit into your bedroom after all, and you had insisted personally approving everything that was going to be present at the engagement party and the wedding.

It was almost crazy that in only two weeks, you would be married to the love of your life. Every time the thought crossed your mind, it filled you with so much happiness that you felt like even the sun was shining brighter than before.

But it also meant that you now only had two weeks to plan the wedding.

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Born In Flames || Chapter Five

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Being the daughter of a mafia boss was hard enough growing up. You got out and made a new life for yourself as a bartender only to be sucked in when your old man made a bad deal and he thinks you need protection. Enter Bucky Barnes, your new bodyguard and roommate.

Warnings: Guns, blood, nightmares

Word Count: 3,105

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You stared at the screen for what felt like hours but it was mere minutes.

A newspaper article stated that Charlotte and Alexander were high school sweethearts, having known each other since middle school. They wed in the fall and planned on moving out of the state. That didn’t seem to happen. They were in their late twenties when they got married.

So was that a lie, or was your life a lie?

“Maybe it didn’t work out between them? And she met my dad and they stayed friends?” You tried to reason, to find any sensible explanation for what you were finding out.

“C’mon, Y/N. Look at that photo from your birthday. Would exes really be that cuddly together if one was married to someone else? And I’m pretty sure Michael would never allow that. I’ve heard stories over the years of things he’s done. People have died for a lot less than cuddling his wife. By any chance…have you ever done a dna test with your parents?” Bucky dropped the question and you rolled your eyes.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re not seriously suggesting that man is my father. We look nothing alike. Granted I don’t look like Michael either but I’ve always been told I look like my mom. And you expect me to think the man who supposedly killed my mom is related to us? Or to me at least? I’m not believing a word until I talk to my dad,” you shook your head, sitting up from the wall and looking over at Bucky.

“Would you believe anything that comes from him?” Bucky asked, resting his arm on the desk.

Bucky had a point. Over the years, you’ve learned not to trust what your father said. He made excuses and lies plenty of times. How he would be home for dinner, he would come to your birthday party, the lake house, even something as simple as reading you bedtime stories when you were little. Every time you started to believe him, he would disappoint you.

Sighing, you ran a hand through your hair and glanced at the screen again. “Print it out. Looks like we have to go see dear old dad tomorrow before work,” you huffed. You felt lost and alone. Charlotte was gone and you couldn’t ask her the truth. She never lied to you, but she never mentioned being married before Michael either.

Collecting the scrapbooks off of Bucky’s bed, he began printing out the page and watched you. “It’s gonna be okay, you know,” he spoke softly, seeing how frustrated you were.

You looked over as you held the books to your chest. “I wish I could believe that,” you sighed before leaving his room.

Sleep didn’t come easy that night. Thankfully when you ordered groceries, you managed to remember some sleeping pills on the list. It wasn’t much, just a couple to help you get at least a couple hours. And you did. Of course the nightmare decided to change from the men shooting at you to replaying the memory of seeing the man being shot over and over again. By your hand at that. You weren’t a killer. You begged Michael not to make you pull the trigger. Bucky was nowhere to be found.

Bucky woke you up that morning after hearing your cries again. You shot up, tears streaming down your face as you clung to his arm. It was a first. Usually you woke up and told him to go back to sleep. You never touched him, but today you needed a little bit of comfort and he didn’t put you away. Instead, he pulled your back to his side, the arm you clung to holding you close, his free hand brushing your hair back.

“Shh, you’re awake now,” he whispered, feeling how you shook under his hold. His fingers softly caressed your stomach and you could feel the heat radiating off of his bare chest. He knew you needed this too and frankly he was tired of hearing your cries. You deserved a better life.

He held you until you slowly let go of his arm and moved back to your spot on the bed, facing him. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“

“Hey, it’s okay. If you need a hug to calm down, I can do that,” Bucky nodded, reaching out to wipe your leftover tears away.

“How do you handle all of the death?” You asked, reaching up and taking his hand, cupping it between both of yours.

Bucky thought for a minute, frowning. “I saw too much of it over the years. Being in combat sort of threw me into it without a crash course. I…do still have nightmares. Every night. Sometimes I’m still out in the field with my men, sometimes it’s things I’ve done while working for Michael. I just have to remember that I’m still alive for a reason. And right now, my reason to make sure you stay alive,” he explained, feeling your fingers brush soft lines on his palm.

“But what about after this is over? Whether all of the deals are done or I get killed like my mom? What’s your reason then?” You asked.

Bucky had to think for a moment. “Then I live for me I guess. I never really thought about what the reason was, only that there must be one.”

You nodded softly, looking down at his hand. “Thank you,” you whispered.

Bucky smiled and squeezed your hand. “Hey, get dressed. Neither of us ate last night and I’m starving. I want to take you to a place I like before we do what we have to,” he suggested, though he was fully ready for you to protest food.

You knew food wouldn’t be easy to hold down, but it also wasn’t a good idea to go on an empty stomach. Especially since you worked later.

“Okay,” you nodded.

Bucky gave your hand one last squeeze and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

On the other side of that door, Bucky hated the smile he got while thinking of you. A bratty mafia princess and now…he found himself wanting to make sure she was happy no matter what the circumstance.

Dammit. He had to reel those feelings back in quickly. You were his job. His boss's daughter.

The two of you got ready and within an hour, you found yourself in a little cafe. A little hole in the wall place that seemed to rely on regulars to keep it going. Bucky chose a booth in the back, making sure he could see the whole place in case something were to happen.

“How did you manage to find this place?” You asked, taking a sip of the coffee you ordered. The food was already cooking, pancakes for you both as well as extra bacon.

“I used to come here a lot growing up. There used to be tons of people who visited. Now it’s competing with the big chain restaurants. They won’t let it go until it can’t run anymore, so that’s what I really like about it,” Bucky leaned back in his seat. He wore his usual jeans, blue Henley, and a jacket with gloves. You had a change of work clothes in the car, only opting to wear a red tee and some black jeans out.

“If things start to settle…we should come back here,” you suggested, surprising him. Were you really trying to ask him to be friends outside of the job?

“I’d like that,” Bucky smiled just as the food came out.

“Oh thank god. Smells delicious as always, Pam,” he chuckled as the waitress put the plates down in front of both of you.

“Thank you,” you looked up at her while also trying to burn the sound of Bucky’s laugh into your brain.

Wait, were you falling for the man? Wanting to hear his laugh more? Jesus, something was wrong with you. You wanted out of the mafia life and here you were, finding the guard dog that you were saddled with extremely attractive when he wasn’t annoyed.

The two of you ate in silence more or less. You had been more hungry than you thought by the way you scarfed down the pancakes. Both you and Bucky shared the plate of bacon, though you didn’t want to admit you ate a couple more pieces than him.

When the food was gone and you were back in the car, you knew what you had to do next.

“We don’t have to go today, you know,” Bucky said as he glanced over while at a stop light.

“I know. I just…if I don’t do it now, I’m gonna think about it until we do and it’s going to fuck with me. I already feel nauseous. I need to know, Bucky,” you spoke, looking from the window to him.

Bucky nodded gently and turned the radio up, already having realized music had a tendency to calm you a little.

Not long after, you found yourself in the elevator with Bucky, heading up to your fathers floor. You didn’t get as many weird looks this time, only because you weren’t in obnoxiously short shorts. Those were in the car.

You told his Secretary that you were there to see him and that it was urgent. Of course he thought it had to do with being followed, so he excused the meeting from his office. The men walked out before you and Bucky walked in.

You wasted no time putting the piece of paper along with the baby photo of you on his desk in front of him. “What is this and when were you going to tell me mom was married before? To the asshole trying to have me killed?” Your voice raised slightly.

Michael picked up the photo of you and looked in the background, closing his eyes for a moment to steady him.

“Never. You’re my daughter, I raised you. He was nothing, terrible to Charlotte,” Michael spoke.

You glared at him, moving to sit on one of the chairs while Bucky sat beside you. “So I’m not even related to you?”

Michael sighed. “Not by blood, no.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked, leaning forward.

“We had no intention of telling you. Look, your mother and Alexander…they were kids in love. But then he got into the mafia business and things went south with them. He became vile. Her and I had met over the years because of meetings and galas, so I offered everything to stay at my home when she couldn’t take his antics. She had you before then. You were almost three when the two of you came to live with me and…we fell in love,” Michael spoke, a look in his eye and a tone in his voice that showed that he did indeed miss her.

“Why did that man say that they killed mom?” You asked, sitting more on the edge of your seat now.

Michael got up from his chair and walked over to the window, looking out at the busy street. “Because they did. There was a rat in the midst of my group. Sitwell. He had been tasked to watch over your mom since you were at school. He…poisoned her. Small doses of thallium,” he crossed his arms as you furrowed your brow, about to open your mouth to ask what it was but Bucky spoke before you could.

“Rat poison.”

Your eyes grew and your hands gripped together. “So what, he killed mom because she left him and he’s trying to kill me too?” You asked. You remembered Jasper but you never spent time around him. You were a teenager and a bratty one at that. Everytime he offered to make you food or something to drink, you rolled your eyes and made your own food. Now you know why he was so pushy.

Michael nodded and moved away from the window. “That’s one reason I decided after she passed that you should have your freedom. You weren’t directly involved with me nor any of the mafia business you’ve hated for so long. It gave you time to have a life. I hoped they wouldn’t be able to find you, but they did. To be fair, you lived a better life here than you would have with him,” he tilted his head.

Rolling your eyes, you leaned back in your chair. “This is just great. Well at least I’m not related to you. Makes sense on why you were never there for me growing up. Mom deserved better though. Just…” getting up from your chair, you were ready to pull your hair out. “Do something about Pierce. I don’t want to lose my life because of choices others have made for me. Afterwards, I don’t want to be a part of this. I’m changing my name and moving far away from anyone who could track me back to this shit. And to think, I was hoping you were doing this because you cared about me. No, I’m basically a pawn in this. One wants me alive and another wants me dead. I should have let Sitwell poison me,” you ranted, angering Michael farther.

“Y/N!” He yelled, making your footfalls pause. “I do care about you. You’ve been like a daughter to me and that’s why I’ve been doing this. Making those deals with Pierce. It kept him at bay, or so I thought. Your mother knew you were supposed to have a life and right now I’m trying to make that happen for you. Hell, I’ll give you the money to move but what I need from you right now is to stop acting like a child. I put you in Bucky’s care for a reason and so far he’s proving more than capable. If all of this ends and you want to tell us to fuck off and not see us again, then by all means. But until then, you need to stay quiet and safe,” Michael leaned against his desk, glaring at you.

“Bucky,” you glanced to him. “Let’s go. I have a job to get to.” Leaving the photo and the printed out wedding announcement, you stepped out of Michael’s office. Bucky gave Michael a tight nod before following you out.

All of the anger that had come to a head slowly started to dissipate. You knew he was right. He did what he needed to keep you safe, but it felt like your whole life had been a lie. While you were falling apart on the inside, Bucky stayed quiet and walked you to the car. He didn’t particularly like the idea of you running off and leaving the city, let alone the state. Of course it was your choice but he hated the feelings in his chest, telling him to be there for you as more than just a guard dog.

Work was somewhat easy that night. It was an early weekday which meant it was just the regular drunks. Bucky sat at his designated table while you and Courtney worked the bar. When you had a minute, you would refill Bucky’s drink and make sure he was okay.

“I’m more worried about you,” Bucky whispered as you say a basket of fries down in front of him.

“I’ll be fine. Just got a couple more hours and then we can go,” you spoke softly, patting his shoulder.

Those couple hours passed by quicker than you expected, and you were on your way home.

“You know, after this is done…keep my number, okay? If I gotta fly out to help you with something, I will,” Bucky said, breaking the silence as you straightened out the tips you made.

Looking over with a furrowed brow, you set the money in your purse. “You don’t have to. I know you’re only doing this because of da…Michael,” you corrected yourself. You had no dad.

“At first, yeah. But would a guard dog really go so far as scouring the Internet for information about your mom? I don’t think so. Or let you cuddle their arm when you wake from a nightmare?” Bucky gave you a look as if to say he wasn’t just a bodyguard, he was a friend.

“Yeah, I guess. Let’s just see what happens, okay?” You asked, but you really should have chosen a better set of words.

And a better stoplight to catch a red at.

Immediately gunshots rang out and broke the windows. You screamed, sliding down in your seat. Bucky started to drive away but when he started to swerve, you looked over to see blood gushing from his chest.

“No, no, no!” You yelled. Hiking your leg over the console, you hit the gas and grabbed the wheel. “Siri, call Michael!” You managed to slide your phone out from your pocket and put it on speaker.

At four am, the streets were somewhat bare so it was easier to speed away.

“Hello?” Michael’s tired voice spoke from the other end.

“Bucky’s been hit! Just got off work and people started shooting. I’m driving us away but he’s passed out,” you spoke, giving him the next street you drove down until more shots rattled off. You hit the gas and pushed the car to top speeds trying to take roads to Michael’s house. He always had some men there.

“Y/N,” Bucky gasped, his speech slurring slightly.

“Stay awake, Buck. Please,” you begged, setting your phone down onto the dashboard. With one hand you drove, the other you pushed on Bucky’s wound to keep pressure on it, and you still had one leg in the footwell of the passenger side. Talk about multitasking.

One of Bucky’s hands rested on your back, trying hard to keep himself awake. He heard tires screeching and that’s when three of Michael’s cars passed you and started shooting the men who started the gunfire.

Slowing down, you pulled over as Michael left one of the cars that stuck with you.

Sliding into the passenger seat, the driver's door was pulled open.

Getting out, an ambulance that no doubt Michael had on his payroll rolled up and quickly they got Bucky in. You started to jump in the back but Michael protested.

“He’s no good to you right now,” he said, tugging on your hand.

Pulling away from him, you stared him down. “He’s the only understanding one right now and I’m not going to let him die,” you yelled before jumping in the back of the ambulance.

You really, really hoped he didn’t die.

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Being bilingual/multilingual is being able to fluently switch between languages in between a sentence but not being able to talk properly while using only one language.

First Lady {2} || Retribution MC AU

Biker!Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Summary: Your day takes a turn when you are kidnapped to blackmail Steve and the club into business. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, alcohol, pregnancy, reader injuries, kidnapping, canon-typical violence, guns, shooting. WC: 2678

Steve’s Masterlist || Retribution MC Masterlist || Part One || Part Two

The box of beers were freezing as they dug into your arms so you could carry them out of the fridge. You nearly dropped them with fright as you turned around after kicking the door closed to see Steve vaulting over the bartop. The box was gone in an instant and he gave you a disapproving look as he put them on the bench beside Cherry. 

“You know you shouldn’t be lifting anything in your condition.” Steve growled as he bent his knees to look you in the eyes. “No more lifting.”

Bucky frowned as he looked up from his phone. “I offered to do it but mama’s almost as stubborn as you.”

“I know.” Steve said with a heavy sigh, his huge hand coming to rest across the little bump jutting out from your belly. “I mean it, love, no more lifting.”

“Relax, big guy.” You smiled, placing your hand over his. “You keep stressing yourself out and you’ll be itching for a smoke, then I won’t be happy.”

The moment he felt his child kick against his hand he forgot everything and became enraptured with the miracle growing in your body. His smile split his face and the feeling of being complete lifted his spirits after spending hours in his office, once again trying to make ends meet and keep food on the table. 

“You’re gonna make me late.” You giggled as he pulled you into his arms so he could have just a few more moments with you before heading to the shop. 

“I already did that.” Steve teased low in your ear, laughing when you lightly slapped his butt. “Oh, I’m sorry, it’s not like everybody knows I knocked you up already.”

“You’re so romantic, it's a wonder you even got in my bed.” 

“I can tell you exactly how that happened.” 

“He’s bluffing.” Bucky said over the top of his phone that he was busy texting his girlfriend from. “He doesn’t even remember what he had for breakfast.”

“True.” Steve admitted as he turned to his VP. “Speaking of late, aren’t you meant to be out on a date?”

“I’m picking her up now, worry about your own love life.” He smirked before shrugging his kutte off and heading to the office to leave it for safekeeping. “Fucking feel naked without this. You know where we’ll be, give us a shout if you need me.”

“Go, enjoy your night.” You said with a wave. “They can look after themselves for a few hours.”

“Yeah. Right. And pigs fly.” Bucky snorted a laugh as he left, his Harley roaring to life before tearing out of the clubhouse parking lot.

“I’m going to head out too.” You said to Steve, pecking his lips quickly only to be pulled back so he could give you a proper kiss that left you wanting to stay. “I love you.”

“Love you too, mama. I’ll come by at midnight to help you close.”

It was almost closing time and you had been busy all evening with walk-in clients so you sent Hodge off since he had started before you. Locking the front door, you turned the music up as you began your clean down not realising someone had slipped in through the back. It was only as you polished the stainless steel bench that you saw a blurred reflection move behind you and you spun around, spraying the disinfectant in the stranger's face and kicked out your leg as hard as you could.

You didn’t stick around to see what happened to him but heard a crash and string of curse words as he toppled your equipment table. You rounded the corner to the staff only area and reached for your phone resting on your handbag, your fingers jamming the power button until it activated your emergency call to 911. 

“Shouldn't've done that sweetheart.” A man sighed as he stepped out of the shadows of the back door, a gun resting against his thigh. The stranger wore a sleek suit that screamed money and you slightly relaxed that it was too expensive for the FBI to wear, at least you weren’t getting arrested. “Happy?”

“Not exactly.” You muttered, seeming to amuse him as the man who you had kicked limped in from the studio.

“I’m fine.” Happy grunted as he grabbed your phone and smashed it on the ground. “The little bitch is gonna pay for that stunt though.”

You tried to dodge the hit but your baby bump left you off balance and the punch he sent your way slammed into your forehead instead of your nose. Stars blurred your vision as you swayed on your feet and you managed to stay upright until he grabbed you and dragged you outside to a waiting SUV.

The tyres squealed as Happy floored the gas and they hit the main road, merging with the Saturday night traffic that sprinkled the city streets. A familiar roar of a Road King passed you at an insane speed but with the tinted windows Steve wouldn’t have seen or heard you screaming from inside. 

“She’s giving me a headache now.” Tony complained as he scratched his cheek with the barrel of his gun. “Would you please shut up so I can think?”

“What do you need to think about?” You asked, wiping away some of your blood that trickled close to your eye. “How much you fucked up by taking the President of Retributions’ wife?”

“Just remember, I did ask nicely.” Tony said before he turned the gun and pistol-whipped you, the world quickly fading to black.

Steve paced the club like a wild animal, trapped as he waited impatiently for everyone to arrive. His eyes never left his phone, reassuring himself that the reason your location hadn’t moved was a good thing but fear knotted his stomach until he had to sit down or vomit. All he could see in his mind's eye was the mess that had been left in the studio, your phone smashed to pieces and the droplets of blood beside it. 

“Fuck!” He screamed as he threw the pen holder from his desk, the glass shattering against the wall and the pens clattering to the ground. 

The door behind him opened and he spun on his heels to face the intruder to his personal hellhole. 

“Woah.” Sam said gently as he raised his hands. “You gotta focus, man. You’ll get yourself killed if you go into this without your head.”

“I know.” Steve growled, anxiously rubbing his beard to the point it would probably start to wear away. “Give me a smoke.”

“No fucking way.” Sam stepped back. “Mama will kill me when we get her back.”

Looking at the phone once again, Steve sighed and pocketed the device before nodding to Sam. “Let’s ride.”

The gates rolled shut behind the entourage of bikers heading upstate to your location outside of Esopus, only a few members left behind to protect the club families in case there was another attempt at taking an old lady or their kids. The lights of the city soon faded away and all Steve could focus on was the glare of his headlight leading the way to you. 

Tony Stark was well known for being an arms dealer and he had been trying to get the MC to run his weapons along the East Coast but Steve knew doing that would put them even more on the FBI’s radar, something he wanted to avoid. It was more important than ever that he keep his nose clean and stick to the usual protection runs, ensuring he would be there for the arrival of his child and not behind bars. 

“Steve, you know who this property belongs to right?” Bucky asked from where he laid on the ground, one eye closed, the other looking down the scope of his rifle. 

“Unfortunately.” Steve sighed. “It’s not too late to back out, I can go in there on my own.”

“Fuck off,” his VP scoffed, “don’t insult me with that shit.”

Sam chuckled from where he was tucking magazines into his pockets and pulled back the bolt on his rifle. “We gonna do this or what?”

A small smile slipped onto Steve’s face despite the crushing fear that gripped his chest, he knew he could rely on his brothers to be by his side no matter how perilous the situation. With a nod he pulled the hood up from his coat to hide the blond of his hair and started to jog through the trees towards the Stark Compound, the rest of the club following close behind.

They reached the gate and, as their best marksman, Bucky took out the guard manning the security gate before Joaquin stepped in and made quick work of shutting down the outside cameras. 

“They are gonna notice we are here if they check the cameras, we better get moving.” Steve urged as he pushed down the rising adrenaline, now was not the time for his hands to start trembling and his heart to start racing. “On my count.”

Holding his hands up, Steve dropped a finger for each second that passed and the moment his fist was closed they broke ranks and fanned out across the yard. Bullets fired from a cargo bay door but they were quickly silenced by a well aimed shot from Sam and they continued their enclosing tactic around the building. 

You woke with a gasp and instinctively curled around your belly as gunshots rang out, trying your best to ignore the nausea rolling through your stomach and the way the room spun around you. 

“Get up.” Tony growled as he tugged you to your feet from the couch you had been laid on and pain lacerated your head. “It’s time for you to play your role perfectly, or I put a bullet into your baby first, then your brain.”

“There’s a shallow grave with your name on it.” You spat as he pulled you in front of his body and pressed the handgun to your head. 

“Your husband isn’t going to kill me.” Tony chuckled in your ear. “He needs me. Drop your weapons, Rogers!” Tony shouted out, nearly deafening you in the process, as he stepped out from the building. “I just want to talk.”

“This isn’t exactly picking up the phone is it!” Steve growled, his blood boiling as he saw the blood on your face. It was only the fact that the cargo dock doors opened and a small army strolled out with their weapons trained on the entire MC, outnumbering them 2:1.

“No, this is much more effective.” Tony laughed. “Now drop the weapons or your wife becomes a human casket.”

It took everything in you not to let the tears fall; you were tough, this was the life you signed up for and you told yourself you would not cry about it. Your body refused to listen the moment he moved the gun to your stomach and you trembled at the thought of losing the baby you had waited so long to have, silent tears turning the blood on your cheek pink. 

“Okay.” Steve rushed, dropping his rifle to the grass and looking along the line to his brothers, pleading with his eyes for them to follow suit.

“And your personal weapons too.” Tony huffed as their rifles clattered to the ground. 

Steve reached behind his back, drawing two handguns from the waist of his jeans and dropped them too, another dozen following from the others. 

“Good, now we can chat like civilised people.” Tony smiled, a breath of relief escaping your lips as he slipped his own weapon back into the shoulder holster, relying on his personal army to protect him. “Welcome to the future, gentlemen.”

With a shove, you stumbled forward and met Steve’s embrace, your hands tracing his face, neck and chest until you gripped his dog tags. The warm metal in your palm grounded you and you looked up into his shimmering eyes as he gently brushed away your tears before showing you with a kiss what he didn’t want to say in front of everyone - how afraid he was.

“You okay?” He asked as moved to feel the swell of your stomach. 

“We’re okay.” You reassured him, chuckling as your baby kicked. “Told you.”

“We don’t have all night.” Tony reminded everyone impatiently as he stood at the door to a large, glass lined meeting room. “Sooner we sort this out, the sooner you can get back to your rabbit burrow or wherever the hell you hole up in.”

“Wait out here where I can see you, okay?” Steve asked, raising your wedding ring to his lips and kissing the piece of jewellery that had led him to you. “I love you.”

You nodded and looked around at the armed men who had closed in even more. “Love you too.”

Bucky and Sam both paused as they walked past, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before they followed Steve inside. The rest of the men, in one way or another, all expressed their relief that you were mostly unharmed and your heart swelled that you were a part of such a loving family. 

“I have a regular shipment of arms coming through the Port of New York but a new  client has recently tripled their orders.” Tony said as he sat at the head of the table, a suave man looking outcast by the beefy bikers that sat around him. “I need you and your men to ensure my deliveries make it to the buyer without a hitch.”

“You have your own army, why us?” Steve asked what everybody was thinking. 

“Why risk my own men when I have you?” He shrugged. “You’ll be compensated, something I’m sure you are in desperate need of, so don’t act like I’m forcing you.”

“That’s exactly what you did.” Steve growled as he slammed his fists against the table. 

Tony laughed and played with the button on his suit jacket. “You got me. I’ll pay you a lot of money to deliver my weapons and, in return, I won’t kill you and every single one of the people you care about. Does that work?”

You wondered what they were discussing as you watched Steve sag with defeat, his eyes darting to every member around the room. You watched each man nod their head and assumed they were casting a vote as Steve turned back to Tony and held out his hand. That must have been a signal as you saw all the men behind you relax their weapons, aiming at the floor instead, and Steve made his way back to you.

“Let’s get you home.”

The walk through the trees was quiet, none of his brothers in the mood for joking and you suppressed the urge to ask what they had voted on. Your fingers laced with Steve’s and his thumb kept rubbing over yours, a nervous habit of his when he was deep in thought. Leaning into his side, you tried to soothe him by rubbing his back but his guns made it almost impossible before you gave up. 

“Babe,” Steve stopped you from climbing on behind him, his voice almost a whisper. “I need you up front, please.”

You nodded and climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs as you wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest. It had been a long time since you rode like this and that had been when a rival club had very nearly shot you out when they sprayed the clubhouse with bullets. He had been so afraid of losing you he had made you hold him the entire ride home, he had needed to be able to look down and see the face he loved above all else. 

“I’m here, Stevie, we’re both here.” You promised as the engine came to life and he stole a final kiss before kicking up the stand and taking you back where you belonged.

King in your story

Viking Chief!Bucky x Princess!Reader (One shot)

Run-through: Everyone in your father’s Kingdom knows that the Vikings often raid the castle’s warehouses. They take anything they want. Food, gold, weapons. Although they never seem to hurt your subjects. But you had had enough. Given your training, and your need to defend your Kingdom, your father agrees to let you trap the Vikings and bring them in for negotiation because this habit of theirs needs to be stopped. You hated the Vikings, and you thought you always would. Until the moment you met a pair of blue eyes which made your world stand still. Bucky was the Chief of his people; muscular, rough and tumble, and arrogant. Not to mention a shameless flirt, and he got on your nerves the most. But you knew it from the very day you laid eyes on his very handsome face that no matter how hard you tried, some part of you couldn’t fully hate him, nor resist him - even if he was the rival.

Themes: viking!bucky, smut, fluff, banter, somewhat enemies-to-lovers, princess!reader, slight angst

a/n: this was meant to be short, but then I got carried away.

They came in great numbers in the dark of the night, every fortnight, like invisible but brave ghosts with only one goal - to steal and get away flawlessly without anybody seeing them.

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