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@battlesthatmatter​ asked:  “Do you think we need to build a jungle gym, or do you think the trees can handle it,” he asked solemnly, while watching Connor hold onto a branch with his puppy teeth.

Bucky could only stare and wince as his son swung by just his jaws, a good ten feet above the ground. It wasn’t like the werewolf pup wouldn’t just bounce back from a fall like that but overall Bucky preferred to avoid things like that. And there weren’t many materials made to withstand werewolves so he was at a loss. They certainly had an abundance of trees around the property, and Connor seemed to enjoy them for a multitude of reasons.

     “Well, metal would just hurt the kid. So unless it was a jungle gym made        outta oak or some other really hard wood... maybe the trees will be fine?”

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@hellsholyground​ asked: please don’t lie to me.

This- this was why Bucky avoided becoming involved with humans at all. It inevitably ended in some sort of trouble, some sort of pain. While Dom had been surprisingly (shockingly) able and willing to go with the flow and accept whatever unbelievable or ridiculous thing Bucky had dragged into his life... there had to be limits. For both their sakes.

Meeting the young human’s eyes was incredibly difficult but Bucky had had centuries at this point to perfect his display of emotions. Or lack thereof. Whatever pain and shock was showing on Dom’s face. Dom was sweet; he didn’t deserve this. This didn’t even clear the bar for the most awful things Bucky had done in his life, but at that moment he felt worse about it than he had about anything in recent years.

     “It’s not a lie. I don’t need you anymore, never        really did. You were just a fun distraction. A toy.”

It wasn’t as if Dom was the only human Bucky had felt... more for in his time on this earth, but as Bucky got older, it was harder and harder to find that. To recognize it. To make himself vulnerable to it. But in the end it had already gone too far, too long, and Bucky had to do something about it. He raised his hand, readying it against Dom’s temple, swallowing hard.

     “You won’t even remember me once I’m done with you.”

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@hellsholyground​ asked: *dom doesn’t totally offer himself to vampire bucky for his birthday* [ i hate him ]

And Bucky totally doesn’t take him up on that offer, very enthusiastically, several times.

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@bloodmoonphased​ asked:  “Wait... bloody Mary’s DON’T actually have blood in them?! Well... I made this all wrong.”

     “I really hope you’re kidding,” Bucky remarked.

Connor learning to be a bartender had been filled with plenty of mistakes and spills and a large learning curve. Rogers usually happily volunteered to be his test subject, and Bucky had been more than a little confused when Connor insisted he come try. Typically Bucky wouldn’t be able to discern it from mud. He peered at the drink dubiously. 

     “Do I even wanna know where you got the blood from?”

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@battlesthatmatter​ asked: Rogers neck was craned back while he stared upwards at the roof, staring at the vision before him in a combination of disbelief, amusement, and exhaustion. The wolf idly rubbed his beard, still trying to figure out exactly how things had ended up this way. His shoulders didn't relax when his husband came outside. The wolf could only gesticulate, mouth agape while he was at a loss for words. Somehow, little Connor was on the roof, apparently making best friends with the local black bear.

Bucky had come out to investigate the weird sounds coming from above him while he’d been cleaning the kitchen. He wasn’t sure what he had expected, but this certainly hadn’t been on his list. The vampire came to stand next to Rogers, mouth falling open as he stared up at his son on the roof. With a bear. Bucky didn’t know whether to laugh or start screaming. At the moment it didn’t look like he was in any danger but that could change in an instant!

     “How...” he trailed off, gesturing at the whole situation.

Connor always had a penchant for hanging out with wild animals, but this was a whole new level. Usually the most they saw of the bears around the property were the tail end as Rogers happily cantered after them through the trees. Either this was a particularly brave bear, or Connor was just really good at befriending the wildlife. And how the hell did they both get up onto the roof?

     “Get down from there!” Bucky finally called exasperatedly. 

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@bloodmoonphased​ asked:  🧠 :D

Sometimes Bucky is worried that, between all of his and Rogers’ problems and hang-ups, that Connor is gonna grow up real messed up. He’s always anxious about giving Connor as normal a life as possible given the circumstances.

I’ve already talked about this vaguely but Bucky keeps every single drawing by Connor, or picture of their little family, in a reinforced box in the closet. He gets so sentimental about things it’s unreal. 

As Connor gets older Bucky definitely starts pointing out ‘oh, that’s from your side of the family’ traits. He’s decided that Connor mostly acts like a less angry, less troubled Steve Rogers.

He’s not supposed to say this kind of thing but he would kill so many people for this kid. Like.... so many. He would go downright horror movie Dracula.

Since Connor has such a big heart Bucky is always worried he’ll get hurt, whether that’s from betrayal or love or something else. It’s something Bucky admires about him for sure but he’s always concerned (Connor is always gonna be his pup okay).

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@battlesthatmatter​ asked:  There was a new edge to the wolf’s tone. The deep howl was woven with chimes of unmistakable fear. He couldn’t stay still, alternating between sniffing anything within reach and calling out. His wounds were scarcely a concern as he ran; each cry started to waver at the end with deepening worry, until they were shrill with panic. Connor was missing.

The clean-up after a fight was almost more draining than the fight itself. Burning bodies, raiding the warehouse for useful information, chasing down stragglers or runaways, questioning captives. It always seemed endless; one more giant tangle to unweave before they could go home and finally rest. The vampire was tiredly sifting through weaponry that had been thrown from the basement, not finding anything particularly interesting, and daydreaming about his shower, his bed, and his husband. In that order. 

Bucky heard Rogers howling on the other side of the compound, most likely calling his wolves back. Seeing as their little squadron was mostly werewolves, it did well as a form of communication. After the years of working together Bucky had even been able to start learning the differences in the howls and try to parse out their meanings. After the third or fourth howl, the tone had definitely changed. Gone was the relaxed, summoning tone- each howl got progressively more and more sad, scared, horrible. 

Normally unaffected at this point by the werewolves and their antics, Bucky felt chills racing through him at the sounds his husband was making. He’d never heard Rogers sound like that. More howls joined in, the rest of the pack responding to their leader, and Bucky listened to account for everyone. There was one in particular- younger, higher, harmonized well with his Da’s- that Bucky strained and strained, but didn’t hear. Connor.

Terror suddenly replaced all of the fatigue in his system. Racing faster than could be seen Bucky crossed the grounds, running straight to the little group of wolves. Sure enough Connor wasn’t among them. Rogers was trotting back and forth, back and forth, endless circles around the area, howling and calling for their son. Only silence greeted them from the surrounding woods. Bucky clenched his hand so hard his nails carved semi-circles into his palm, the smell of blood only making the situation feel worse. 

     “Where is he?” Bucky demanded, panic sharper         than anything he’d ever felt before rising as he      turned to the gathered wolves. “Who saw him last?”

The wolves huffed and shook their heads and dropped their gazes, apparently none the wiser. Bucky felt like he might throw up. There was only one reason Connor wouldn’t be here or responding to them. Bucky knew what HYDRA did in their labs, what they used supernaturals for, how excited they’d be for the different experiments they could do on a pure-born lycan. The mere idea of their son going through anything like what Bucky had seen, what had been done to him.... It was his job to protect Connor, and he’d failed, so horribly. 

     “CONNOR!” he yelled, knowing it was fruitless. 

If the howls hadn’t brought their son back, a single shout wouldn’t have done anything. Rage began to war with the sheer terror in Bucky’s chest, and he was sure his eyes were glowing red right then. It took three calls of Rogers’ name to bring the wolf over to Bucky, whining and crying and all his hackles raised. Bucky wouldn’t be surprised if Rogers refused to return to his human form, knowing just how much more painful it would be that way. The vampire threw his arms around Rogers’, taking steadying breaths.

     Eyes burning with tears he couldn’t shed, Bucky         whispered roughly, “We’re gonna find him.         We’re going to. No matter what. We have to.”

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Normally Bucky made a point not to frequent the same bars too often. There was always a slight chance that someone would see him and vaguely remember him- faces were a strong memory trigger. Even then, they wouldn’t remember all the details about the encounter, but the vampire much preferred to remain disconnected from anyone. It made his existence safer, cleaner. He cycled through bars and clubs nearby his home, taking two months or more between visits to the same establishment. 

Yet this was his favorite bar- with cheap drinks and a dark and sketchy environment, it was the perfect opportunity to take willing participants out to the alleyway and they were hardly ever noticed even leaving. So even though he had been at this bar not two weeks ago, he found himself leaning against the wooden counter, scanning the crowd. He nearly skipped over the slight, dark-haired man, until he back-tracked, eyes widening slightly. 

He remembered the man from the last time he was here. Didn’t catch his name, but he remembered how he tasted, sweet and light like few were. Biting his lip, Bucky returned his gaze to his drink. It was a risk... but surely a second run-in couldn’t hurt things too much? Glancing up at the other man, Bucky took only a few minutes more before making his decision and casually strolling over to him.

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@bloodmoonphased​ asked:  “I FOUND MOZZARELLA STICKS !!!!! !!”

The vampire startled at the sudden shout from the kitchen, the ten-year old running back into the living room excitedly with the box held above his head. Connor had been yelling about how much he wanted them for almost an hour, before finally going and digging through the freezer himself. Bucky definitely didn’t want to see the mess left behind. It was close to dinner time, but that didn’t matter too much. While normally people might worry about spoiling their kid’s dinner, Bucky knew (from so, so much experience) that Connor was turning into the same bottomless pit as his Pa was.

     “Alright, fine, don’t gotta yell,” he laughed. “Go ahead and turn the oven on.”

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@battlesthatmatter​ asked:  Our muses sitting at their child’s sickbed.

The room was dim, curtains drawn and lamps on the lowest setting. The air was stale and smelled all over of sickness and upset but they didn’t dare open a window in case it caused Connor to get too cold. The pup had spent the last days alternating between sweating fit to dehydrate himself and shivering too hard to talk, barely able to stomach the soup Rogers tried to feed him, hardly moving from his prone huddle in the middle of his bed. Bucky hadn’t even known werewolves could get sick until Connor had come downstairs four days ago complaining of a sore throat. 

Bucky gently ran his hand across the kid’s forehead, wincing at the absolute blaze that met him. Sure, wolves ran hot and Bucky ran cold, but this fever was even greater than the usual temperature difference. The poor little guy. He sat back in his chair with a sigh, folding his hands together and resting his head on them. 

     “I hate this,” Bucky murmured into his hands.

His husband huffed next to him, mumbling his agreement. Both of them were used to action, going out and fighting the threat, not sitting by and waiting and hoping. But neither of them were doctors, and the one doctor they had found to come by hadn’t been able to offer them any different advice. Just keep him comfortable, it’s a mild influenza. He’s healthy, he’ll get better. That time couldn’t come soon enough. 

In the bed Connor whined and rolled over, still sleep but uncomfortable all the same. Rogers fidgeted in his chair, surely feeling just as frustrated and helpless as Bucky. Neither of them truly needed to be here watching over him, let alone both of them at once, but straying too far from their suffering child just made it harder to get anything else done. Bucky sighed once again and reached over, tangling his fingers with Rogers’. All they could do was wait, but they could do that together. 

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"Your birthday, huh? What d'you expect? A free fire show? A cake? A song?" Liv scoffed, shaking her head. There was one thing she imagined he could want and if she was being honest, she was, selfishly enough, curious about it herself. "I'll let you have a taste, if you want." A shrug to substantiate how unfazed she was when in all honesty, the idea was truly intriguing.

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Bucky simply raised an eyebrow at her, unimpressed by her tirade. To be honest, birthdays were something he stopped counting or keeping track of years ago. He didn’t know how old he was, and he only remembered his actual birthday every few years. A surprised exclamation as he saw the date on the news led to the current discussion, and he rolled his eyes and almost walked out- only to pause at her offer. 

Turning on his heel, he stared back at her, leaving her to wait as he processed that. Of course, he was dying to see if she tasted any different than normal humans, swore she smelled different too. Better. Then again… there was no way he would make it that easy for her. He didn’t know exactly why she made the offer, whether it was a hope for leniency or a selfish interest, but Bucky did know that he didn’t want to simply give into her. He’d do that on his own time.

     “I would hate to upset my stomach on my birthday,” he replied with a smirk.

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The chorus began from the kitchen, the unmistakable lyrics growing louder as Rogers and little Connor made the corner to the living room; though “to you” seemed far closer to “awoo” from the small wolf’s lips. The cake itself, was black, though it was well lit by numerous candles in the shape of a very famous bat themed crime fighter. “Happy Birthday,” Connor nearly bounced off the floor, thankfully Rogers was the one actually holding the cake in place.

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It had already been a great day, waking up smothered under Rogers’ warm bulk with Connor’s knees digging into his ribs. Breakfast had been delicious, Rogers making cinnamon rolls and filling the house with a delicious smell. Well, baking the dough that Bucky had made the night before. And topped with a gallon of icing, per the kid’s request. Bucky didn’t need a whole lot these days and just being here and spending the day with his family was more than he’d ever thought possible. 

The cake was just, well, the icing on the cake. At first the sight of a black cake confused him- until he realized it was in the shape of the bat symbol. He laughed, feeling like he was goddamn shining with how happy he felt hearing Connor’s attempts at singing to him. As they came closer he scooped up Connor, leaning in to give Rogers a kiss. 

     “It looks amazing, you guys. I love it.”

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Rogers wasn’t trying to be sneaky, he was trying to assist their son. The shifted wolf was on his belly, crawling through the snow & closer towards his husband; a living shield for the fuzzy hunter in training. Connor was hardly keeping quiet, bouncing around excitedly behind his Pa. Once in position, Rogers nudged Connor towards Bucky. The boy let out an eager yip before seventy pounds of elated fluff began barreling towards the vampire; with all the finesse of a rogue bowling ball.

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Bucky raised an eyebrow at his husband, stalking him through the snow. Being tackled for one reason or another was something Bucky had become accustomed to- whether it was by an ornery human-shaped Rogers or a playful wolf-shaped Rogers. Still, that didn’t mean he always enjoyed it, especially when the ground was covered in cold and wet snow. 

     Sighing, he said, “Rogers, c’mon, not in the snow. I don’t wanna have to-”

He was interrupted by an excited yelp followed immediately by a mass of wet fur as his son threw himself bodily at the vampire. Bucky went down into the snow with a poorly concealed groan, both at the weight of the small (but dense) wolf sitting on his chest and the freezing cold seeping into his jeans. Connor was all enthusiasm, wiggling and panting, even licking Bucky’s cheek. A long, explosive, dramatic sigh left the brunet. Fucking werewolves.

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The child snagged a blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over his father’s shoulders with a huge smile on his face. “It’s okay Da, you’re secret is safe with me. I won’t tell anybody that you’re Batman.”

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Bucky sighed, lips dragging up in a smile despite doing so. One day Connor might realize that he wasn’t actually Batman. He might even stop dramatically waiting for Bucky to explode into a cloud of a hundred bats (thank you, Rogers). It could only end in disappointment for the kid when he realized his Da wasn’t a superhero. Well, not in that respect, at least. 

But that would mean that Connor was growing up, if he stopped believing in dumb little stories his Pa told him. So maybe it wasn’t so bad, after all. Reaching up to hold the makeshift cape over himself, Bucky leaned in conspiratorily.

     “Okay, that’s good. ‘Cause now you can help me with        my secret mission- picking up all your dirty laundry.”

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Squeezes one of the yelling goose toys near his face.

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Bucky flinched and automatically squeezed his eyes shut. He wasn’t sure if it was actually possible for a vampire to get a headache, but he was pretty sure he was going to be the first one. Rogers was dead for getting Connor this toy. There was going to be a severe lack of blowjobs in the immediate future.

     “Hey, buddy,” Bucky started, straining to keep his voice level, “think     you could take that outside? It’s kinda loud for such a small space inside.”

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*smacks a slice of bread to either side of Bucky's head* What are you?

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The vampire stared at her, unamused. He knew the answer she was looking for but like hell he was going to give it to her.

     “Annoyed.”