#[revs up motorcycle and promptly chokes on the exhaust]

[siderealscribblings]

Top 3 favorite lines from games of divinity? 💖💖

"Don't." in all of its lovely permutations

2. A loose bolt on the railing rattled as Neuvillette's shaking hands gripped it for dear life. Adrenaline flooded his body, only aggravating his rut as he sucked deep, calming breaths through his nose. Furina had seen sides of Neuvillette no one else had, but this was the first time she had seen such fear in his eyes.

3. Marius liked to think of himself as an expert in matters of romance-

("Okay, you don't have to laugh that hard," Marius sighed as Fantine wheezed with laughter, banging the table so hard it started to wobble.)

[doingthingsthewriteway]

shakedown pt. vii

Summary: dinner with the devil. 

A/N: cross posted from my ao3. I know there has been a delay, I am on a hiatus. My family is going through a lot right now and emotionally I am drained. Please be patient and offer prays or thoughts if you can. 

Tags:  @projectcampbell​ @charmed-asylum​ @jhay-fangirls​ @cynic-spirit

Thinking too much was a fault of yours. Once a single seed of something bad or something rotten worked its way into your head, shaking it was impossible. The seed sprouted, growing into a vine with thorns that twisted and stabbed into whatever sweet, sacred things remained.

Bucky's vine was thick and gnarly, the type of thing that would thrive in the dark as a means to keep people locked away in a tower or just you. Yes, you were stuck in the tower that was the apartment and were to remain so until he called upon you.

He arrived promptly, dressed sharply. "Doll." He had the audacity to sound amazed at the sight of you. "Lemme get a look at ya." His fingers laced through yours, spinning you around. The skirt of your dress swished around your hips. You regretted not wearing pants. Or a brown paper sack. Or jumping out the balcony that caused this fucking problem to begin with and make a run for it.

"You're beautiful." There was a pregnant pause, a soft clearing of his throat. Compliments must work like favors, he can't give without getting.

"You look dashing as always Mr. Barnes."

"Oh fuck, we aren't back to that are we? You don't owe me anything, sugar."

"Don't I?" Grabbing your purse, you walked to the door. "Well, show me a good time."

He chuckled lowly. "I can take care of that."

You'd expected Bucky to show up with full force, a driver perhaps some security. He had all but written "I am a mob boss" on his forehead yesterday so you were surprised when he led you to a motorcycle.

"Spread your legs."

"Listen here you fucking-"

"Easy darling, I don't want your sweet little legs getting fried to a crisp because of the exhaust." Oh. Well, he didn't have to have the stupid grin on his face. You'd even take him screaming and over exerting his power than staring at you with a dumb grin.

Tenderly, as if you were the only gentle thing he cared about, he clipped your helmet in place before swinging his sturdy thighs over the seat and revving the bike to life. "Hang on tight, sweetheart. It'd kill me if you fell off."

Like, okay? He's killed people, probably for a lost less you'd seen The Godfather, you knew about this sort of thing. Why did you matter? You were an expendable librarian who had the worst luck.

Surviving dinner was your goal. If you could get through the evening without fucking up or suggesting any sort of possibility of something more happening or skin being exposed in any fashion. Still, some part of you-the lonely part, the gentle part- enjoyed the minutes spent clinging to him and the firmness under his shirt.

The restaurant wasn't surprising. A stately building illuminated with classic round bulbs, white table cloths, red napkins, private booths, and a fully stocked wine room. Reid had always liked wine. Admittedly, you were both too poor to ever step foot in a place like this but just the thought shot a pang through your heart.

Bucky led you to one of the afore mentioned private booths, flashy grins and showing off your hand intertwined with his to the other patrons.

"Not bad for a boy from Brooklyn, huh?" So he owned this place too. Shocking.

"Just a boy from Brooklyn?"

"Just a girl from Kentucky?" You knew damn well you hadn't told him that. Or anyone in New York that. "It's cute the way your thoughts just roll in front of your eyes. I did some snooping when I was in your apartment."

Of course. "Gotta say, it must be lonely. That fella in some of your pictures, he didn't follow you up here."

"No. I'd appreciate you not discussing him or anything you snooped through in my apartment."

"Not that it'll be yours for very much longer." He was so casual about it, like one would talk about the weather.

"You're kicking me out? You can't do that." The bastard had the nerve to laugh. Laugh at your misery, your fear. He probably had it set up, planned to take you out like the Queen killed Diana.

"No, Y/N, I'm not kicking you out." He reached across the table to stroke his thumb over your trembling hand. "You're much too valuable to me to stay in that apartment. You can be honest they're shit."

Bucky stretched back in his seat, lit a cigarette, and rubbed his stomach leisurely. "You're smart and scared which means when you come down to it, you're loyal. And loyalty is..." He took a deep inhale of your skin. "Sexy."

"You want some wine?"

"No thank you, I'd like to get through tonight sober."

"God you're so respectable." He flicked out the cigarette in an ash tray a waiter rushing by had left. "That's why I knew when I saw you I wanted you in my life. You are perfect for this life."

"This life?" You nearly choked on the water. "That sounds like a commitment. This is the first time I've ever been with you and you alone."

There was that stupid grin again. "Except the night in your apartment."

"Doesn't count. You were probably involved."

"So fucking smart. I always knew my old lady was going to be smart." Before you could interrupt or jerk your hand away from its place on his cheek, dinner (that he ordered ahead because apparently when you're that powerful you can) was served. "Now listen, doll, I'm a hardworking boy from Brooklyn. Served my country and now I serve this city and myself. I might be a little fucked" he pointed a finger to his temple, "but I'll treat you like a goddamn queen."

He released your hand and motioned to the food before you. "No more shakedown shit, now tuck in."