#HYDRA VICTORIOUS AU

[jen-with-a-pen]

F O X ＨＵＮＴ

summary: Not only has HYDRA executed their infiltration on S.H.I.E.L.D., but they have also reclaimed their finest weapon. Your safety isn't the only thing that's compromised.

pairings: WS!Beefy!Bucky Barnes x F!Avenger!Reader

word count: 6.1k

warnings: chasing, being hunted down, implied n0n-con elements, canon-level violence, cursing, implied t0rture, blood, beat1ngs, forced nud1ty, language, HYDRA-level cruelty, Bucky gets Brainwashed (again), there's Steve x Reader if you squint REALLY REALLY hard

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a/n: This was inspired by last year's Whumptober Day 2: NOWHERE TO RUN - CORNERED, CAGED AND CONFRONTATION. I know it's February JUNE, but shit came up and my motivation tanked lmao thanks adhd med trials Literally have never done a dark(er?) fic before and this one has been cooking for god knows how fucking long now. I hope y'all like it <3 (also the hydra victory au is something i discovered from the lovely @lunarbuck reset series and stewed obsessively over for literal months now. still obsessed with it whoops)

dividers by @firefly-graphics | gif by @lost-shoe | @hydravictrix

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Translations

Lisitsa | лисица - fox/little fox

Soldat | солдат - soldier

Syuda | сюда - over here

Khitraya suka | хитрая сука - sly bitch

Moy priz | мой приз - my prize

Glupaya pizda | глупая пизда - stupid cunt

Moye | мое - mine

The infiltration was subtle at the start.

A few missions gone mysteriously wrong, agents killed in action or disappearing entirely, hacks that were, thankfully, contained within an inch of a full-blown data breach. All of it seemed so coincidental when it happened, swept under the rug each and every single time before Director Fury could have a swear-filled say as to what the hell was going on. 

But hindsight is 20/20. It always is.

The day S.H.I.E.L.D. fell was, ironically, the perfect day: brilliant sunshine, clear blue skies, a breeze weaving between the towering buildings and skyscrapers. It was almost eerie, in a way, how perfect of a day it was. 

You found yourself in the gym, Steve and Sam hashing it out on whose turn it was in sparring. You had all but knocked Sam out cold in the previous round as Steve watched from behind the ropes, cheering you on with a cocky, proud grin as he watched all of his hard work in your training pay off.

Of course, the stubborn ass he was, Sam wanted another go. 

“C’mon, Steve! I wanna rematch!” Sam protested, gesturing wildly in your direction with one hand while his other held an ice pack to his bruised temple. Steve stifled a laugh, tossing a glance over his shoulder to you. You shook your head, smiling back as you gulped down the rest of your water bottle. Cool strands spilled out from the corners of your lips and down your chest. You welcomed the relief from the sweat gluing your t-shirt to your skin. 

“How ‘bout I take Steve instead of giving you another concussion?” you retorted, giggling as Sam shot a narrow look at you. He huffed, forfeiting his argument by waving a dismissive hand. 

“Fine, ’m gonna go find some pain meds,” he grumbled, turning to point a swollen finger at Steve. “I better see you in the infirmary next, Cap.” 

He stomped off through the metal doors and left the two of you in silence.

“Whaddya say, sweetheart? You up for round two?” Steve teased, stepping under the ropes and into the ring. He wrapped his hands as he moved to the center, muscle memory carrying him while keeping his eager gaze on you. His eyes carried excitement as they journeyed up and down your figure, rolling his lip between his teeth as he drank you with his stare. 

You did little to hide your pride at the Captain checking you out, chewing the corner of your cheek to tame your own smirk at the beautiful blond. You turned away, hiding the heat from your cheeks as you tossed your bottle at your bag. You weaved under the ropes, coming face to face with your willing opponent in the center. You lifted your chin to meet his, the hidden smirk on your lips growing into a grin.

“With you? Always, old man,” you purred. You tossed him a teasing wink as you positioned your fists in front of you, feet planted firmly in the starting stance. Steve lingered on you for a second longer, tongue swiping across his lips hungrily as he cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, raising his hands to mirror you.

The two of you began to circle one another, dancing in a familiar pattern you knew by heart. Steve took his first swipe at you and you ducked, managing a hit to his stomach. A grunt escaped from him– not of hurt but of thrill. He lunged for you as you dodged again, blocking his failed strike to your head. 

“Wow! You really can’t teach an old dog new tricks!” you taunted, dodging another blow, his wrapped fist only grazing your shoulder. You rolled it back, holding back a slight wince as you continued the violent waltz. 

You lunged at him, instead faltering and falling to the ground. Readying the curse on your tongue, it stopped short of your lips as you looked up at Steve. 

He stood frozen in place, panting, fists at his sides clenching tighter and tighter. As you opened your mouth to unload even more cursing questions, screeching erupted from the loudspeakers around the room. High-pitched tones screaming above, a robotic voice speaking clinically and quickly. You scrambled off the floor, unease creeping in as you latched onto Steve’s arm, his arm tensing under your touch.

CODE WHITE. CODE SILVER. ALL SECURITY AND TEAM UNITS URGENTLY NEEDED. 40th FLOOR. THREAT IS ACTIVE AND HIGHLY DANGEROUS. REPEAT. CODE WHITE. CODE SILVER. ALL SECURITY AND TEAM UNITS–

The message had cut out, static replacing it alongside the echoing alarms throughout the hallways outside the gym. You looked up at Steve. Anxiety surged upon finding his face devoid of all blood, his jaw slack, eyes boring into the metal doors leading to the hallway. He looked scared. 

You’d never seen Steve scared before. 

“Steve, what the fuck was that–”

“Get to the locker rooms and hide,” he ordered. He pulled his arm from you, jumping over the ropes and sprinting to his duffel bag on the floor. He pulled out his phone and dialed frantically as he ran to the doors. 

“Steve!” You stood trembling in the ring as your stomach churned. 

“Now!” he yelled. “I’ll come back for you!” 

He didn’t wait to hear your response as he slammed the gym doors shut, followed by a whir and click.

He locked you in. 

You didn’t– couldn’t– hesitate as a surge of urgency overtook you. You needed to hide. Now. Fast.

Your legs carried you as you jumped out of the ring and raced to grab your duffel bag, sprinting to the back of the gym through another set of double doors. You wove through the tiled maze of the locker room searching for some sort of hiding spot, settling on the showers. You snuck over to the stall at the very end, the closest one to the emergency exit, and ducked under the opaque plastic curtain. Your bag fell to the floor as you climbed onto the stall seat. Blood pumped in your ears, thumping as quickly as your shaky, shallow breathing. Millions of thoughts and questions and worries rushed through your mind at impossible speeds.

White and Silver. Which alert was that for?

You racked through fleeting memories, distant recollections of training and orientation from months ago, searching for anything remotely familiar. You remembered all of the other codes– red, orange, teal– but no white, no silver. 

A faint buzzing sounded from inside your duffel. You lunged, unzipping it and fishing out your phone. Natasha. Her name lit up the screen and you frantically hit the answer key before the call could even think about dropping.

“Where the fuck are you?” Her panicked voice hissed into your ear. Her edged tone was enough to make your stomach backflip faster. 

“Locker rooms, forty-fifth floor. What the fuck is going on, Nat?” Your voice shook as anger and confusion boiled in your blood.

A muffled swear. “Where’s Steve?”

“He ran out, locked me in, told me to hide.” More incoherent curses.

“Fuck, fuck, okay, look, trust me on this, you need to stay where you are, okay? I can get you out, I–” 

High-pitched ringing overtook the speaker, sending you reeling away from the receiver. Static echoed out of the speakers.

“You what? Natasha!”

“No– time– you–”

“Natasha! Hello?”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You tore the phone away from your ear and choked back the bile rising in your throat. Service was out. The blinking bars at the top of the screen mocked you and your sudden plunge into isolation. 

The lights went next. 

The dull fluorescents flickered. Someone cut the electricity, sending you into almost darkness as the backup generator lights kicked on. Scattered lights from above cast an eerie yellow glow over the shower tiles. You’d only seen this kind of outage happen once before, when New York was hit with Hurricane Noah a few years back.

The fear you felt in that storm paled in comparison to what you felt now.

You sighed, shaky and surrendering, and pulled your body closer to you on the shower bench. A chill snaked its way down your spine as your skin brushed the cool ceramic, an unwelcome addition to the cold already enveloping you. Your sweat-soaked t-shirt and shorts failed to aid you and your aching muscles. Fingernails dug into your kneecaps in a struggle to stop trembling as you tried to focus on your breathing. Inhaling, exhaling, in, out. Screwing your eyes shut, praying to any deity imaginable it was all just a drill, it was all an accident or a misunderstanding or–

The ground shook as a loud bang echoed from outside the locker room. A panicked yelp escaped your throat before your hands could scramble and cover your mouth. You froze as the tremors subsided and listened. It, or they, sounded close. 

Too close. 

Another BANG! Then another. 

Rhythmic, steady blows, each quicker and more powerful than the last. Hands clamped tighter over your lips until your blood froze at the sounds of crushing steel and crumbling concrete. The lump in your throat grew as horrific realization flooded over you. 

They, or it, broke in.

You couldn’t wrap your head around it– those doors were more fortified than Tony’s lab. Four-inch-thick, steel and plexiglass doors with a three-tier secured locking system. Nothing, nobody– not even the strongest Super Soldier– was powerful enough to make the faintest of dents in them.

Racing through who, or what, could have possibly broken into the gym, your train of thought derailed as echoes of men yelling indecipherable words and mixed commands shattered the remaining air of safety you clung to. Listening intently, a mix of combat boots and tactical gear filtered in with the echoed commands.

The S.T.R.I.K.E. Team.

Your legs begged for reprieve from crouching, but your body disobeyed and froze you in place. Part of you didn’t trust who was outside. Footsteps and gruff voices became heavier, closer. The relief that greeted you was replaced again by panic as you listened closer.

Clear, Russian commands resonated at the entrance to the locker rooms. They were coming in. 

Your breath hitched, blood running cold as footsteps closed in. It was one person, but their steps didn’t sound like the heavy boots before them. They sounded more like…

Sneakers?

The rubber from the intruder’s shoes squeaked on the tiled floors. Ragged breathing echoed off the walls. A low growl, accompanied by quiet whirring. Someone big, someone mean. 

Your heart made its way to your throat as the intruder inched closer. Slow, methodical, as if trained in search and rescue. 

It didn’t feel like a rescue.

The lump almost turned into a scream as an echoed BANG carried from the bathroom stalls around the corner. Silence followed, then a growl, then another BANG. The cycle repeated for the remaining stalls, the intruder slowly creeping along. Growls became deeper upon each disappointment. 

Hostages. They were looking for hostages.

Soles squeaked as the intruder changed course, stomping around the corner to search the line of shower stalls. You hiccuped a sob, realizing tears started to trail down your cheeks. Biting your palm only proved a lame attempt to calm your racing heart, a scream threatening to leave your throat as they began tearing the plastic curtains off the stalls. Each clang of metal cracking onto the tile became closer as you ground your teeth into the meat of your hand. Eyes screwed shut, silent prayers raced in your head, pleading to wake up; to wake up from this hellscape of a sick, twisted nightmare. 

The intruder’s steps stopped. 

Your eyes opened, widening at the blurred, hulking shadow standing outside of your stall. They had to be well over six feet. Towering, bulky, monstrous. 

Slowly, the shadow’s hand reached for the curtain. One by one, its fingers closed around the plastic’s edge, preparing to rip it down and rip you open. Eyes burning, hot tears felt like molten metal as you attempted to make yourself as small as possible in your corner, huddling your knees as close as they could be. This was it. This was the end. You prayed– actually fucking prayed– hoping they couldn’t hear your pathetic whimpering, hoping they would make this quick, painless; break your neck or put a gun to your head and get it over with. Leave your body for someone else to find.

“Soldat, syuda!” 

The command made your heart stop.

The shadow froze, stopped by a call from the entrance to the locker room. Skin met your teeth as you bit harder into your hand. Lungs began panicking as you started hyperventilating, bile reaching your throat and burning the back of your tongue. 

The shadow, the monster, growled in protest. It retracted the curled hand from the curtain, wordlessly moving back towards the bathroom stalls. Footsteps faded as muffled conversation floated away from the locker room.

You needed to get the fuck out of there. 

You slid off the bench, legs aching and knees popping as you crouched silently over to the curtain, peeking out behind the plastic. It crinkled quietly and you bit your lip, leaning out ever so slightly over the threshold. 

Tiptoeing around the corner, you faced the emergency exit. The glowing sign omitted a creepy, green glow that added to the eeriness brought by the generator lights. 

This was it.

You slammed the push bar down, throwing the door open with your body and spilling out into the hallway. Sunlight flashed through the infinite glass hallway, blinding you. In your frozen state, you hear commotion from behind the door as it slammed shut. Banging from the other side, the sound of metal on metal, made your teeth grind. Indents from punches dented the door, deforming its smooth outside. You didn’t stay frozen for long as your body screamed at you to fucking move, now.

Your legs obeyed immediately, carrying you through the corridor to the closest means of escape you could find. As you rounded the corner, the crushing sounds of the door breaking off of its hinges hit your ears. You didn’t dare to look back, sprinting through the twists and turns of the infinite hallway. You followed what felt familiar, burning muscles egged on by the sound of pounding footsteps getting closer and closer.

Finally, you stumbled onto the entrance to a stairwell, pausing to gasp for air your lungs demanded. The burn in your legs and chest only aided in the physiological need to hyperventilate. Sweat dripped from your temple and your head pounded as hard as your feet hitting the ground. 

You leaned into the safety bar, inches away from further distancing yourself from whatever, whoever, was on your trail, when a yell erupted from the end of the hallway. 

It felt like slow-motion; one of those scenes in those cheesy horror movies Sam always made you and Steve watch on weekends off. The ones with cheap FX, bad sound, but somehow great editing for the budget. The scenes where realization hits the main character and suddenly everything is half the speed while they still move in real time. 

You turned your head towards the source. Then, it hit you. Blood drained from your face as the horror of realization hit you, like a speeding sixteen-wheeler head on.

Bucky Barnes stood hulking at the end of the hallway. Generator lights and setting sun illuminated his snarling teeth, gleaming from parted lips that had him panting like a rabid dog. If you hadn’t known better it would’ve looked like he was heading for the gym for his daily workout. Blown pupils, sweat-stuck hair, complimented by a shaking frame– most definitely caused by adrenaline, dopamine, and a slew of Gods-knew-what other drugs he had pumped into his system. Splotches of drying, smeared blood coated his neck and shirt while even more dripped onto the ground from his fists. The crimson contrasted with the medically white floors. 

Bile rose in your throat again. The acidic taste made you dry heave at the sight of the blood, knowing from the looks of Bucky it definitely wasn’t his.

He snarled as your eyes finally met. Fists of flesh and metal flexed. Rippling muscles shook as he readied to launch forward.

“You’re mine, lisitsa!” he barked. His voice booming louder than the speed of sound, it made your ears ring.

Your throat finally opened. You screamed as he sprinted towards you, making more ground down the hallway than an apex predator out of hibernation. You shoved the exit door open, heaving your legs forward as you ascended the stairs. No choice but to go up, you refused to look back– nay you didn’t dare to even consider it. Muscles and tendons and joints burned, yearning for you to stop, but the door slamming from flights below you only pushed you harder, flying up and passing floor after floor. 

You were fast, but he was faster. 

Dizziness overtook you as your vision began to blur. Darkened edges of your peripherals made you stop your climb at level 50, pausing for a split second to hear Bucky’s progress. He was close behind, but you still had more of an advantage. You knew the Tower better than him. You knew level 50 had another stairwell on the opposite side of the floor, through another hallway off the corner of your current one. Sneakers pounded too close for comfort as you shoved the door open and made a break for it down another corridor labyrinth.

If you made it out of this alive, you swore you’d kill Tony’s architect yourself. 

“You can’t hide forever, lisitsa!” Bucky’s voice rang out from the stairwell as you rounded the corner, sprinting through more identical-looking hallways. Another corner later and the glowing red EXIT sign appeared above the next stairwell. A beacon of hope, almost. Relieved, you head straight for it, body and mind and soul pushing against the burning and the gasping for air. You were right there, hand outstretched, fingertips grasping the metal bar–

It felt like a car crash. 

Not an accident or fender bender. No, it felt like seventy miles an hour meets a tree with no intent of moving. That split-second feeling where your stomach drops and you can all but brace for the deadly impact destined for you to meet.

Time stopped as you were yanked backwards. Cold, slick metal wrapped around your ankle, bloody hand print smearing some poor bastard’s DNA all over your calf as your body fell to the ground. Hard. Your jaw clenched as your chin slammed into the linoleum. Teeth ground into your tongue as copper flooded your tastebuds. Your lungs, with little wind left in them, gasped for oxygen. Another scream rising in your throat became stuck in your vocal cords. 

Bucky whipped you around as you struggled to free your lower half. You landed on your shoulder, head bouncing against the floor and teary eyes struggled to stay open and endure the pain. He straddled your form, the weight crashing down on your bones and organs. A sharp inhale impaled your chest as you met Bucky’s darkened eyes, then; the familiar steel blue replaced entirely with dilated, unhinged pupils. 

It was the first time you got a good look at his face. His face is speckled with blood spatter and several bruises spread across his cheek down his neck. Two black eyes, a bloody nose– one you hoped was his– and a broken lip. The bloodied collar of his shirt only aided in the mess of his hair. His soft, chocolate strands stuck in mats to his neck and temples with sweat and blood. 

Out of sheer habit, because he looked like your Bucky, you couldn’t help but reach a hand out to him. A soft plea for the man behind his eyes, one you begged everything holy was still there. He held your stare, face contorting into unrecognizable emotions. Tears brimmed your eyes as your hand stretched further, sobs escaping as your fingers inched closer and closer to his battered face.

“Bucky, it’s me–”

Your appeal transformed into a shriek, quickly snuffed out as Bucky wrapped his crimson-spattered metal hand around your throat. You choked, sputtering lost pleas as your hands flew to your neck. Fingernails flailed in futile attempts to claw off the weapons-grade titanium. 

“You’re done running, khitraya suka,” Bucky’s hot breath fanned your face as he leaned in. His mouth grazed your jaw, titanium hand on your throat flexing with each syllable. He slowly made his way down your neck, pushing harder into your chest with his forearm. A heavy growl. His grip only tightened as you tried to knee him in the groin, picking you up by your neck and slamming you down again.

Stars circled your blurred vision, eyes rolling back into your head. The corridor, the lights, everything split into two.

“You owe me for my victory, lisitsa,” Bucky’s husky whisper resonated in your ear as he licked the side of your face, his hot, wet mouth against your tear-stained cheek. As his free hand moved to the waistband of your shorts, another surge of panic washed through you. You tried to sputter a weak cry from your closed-off throat, blood turning cold, another scream building and building in your chest and aching for release. 

“You owe me what’s mine –!” 

BANG!

Something from somewhere all of a sudden. The object slammed into Bucky, throwing him off of you and spilling across the floor. 

Finally, your lungs lunged at the chance for air, leaving you a heaving, choking, coughing mess. Spitting at the ground as you made your way shakily to your hands and knees, a freed hand traveling to rub the fresh strangulation bruises forming on the column of your stiff neck. 

“Get the fuck off her, Bucky!” 

Steve.

As your vision cleared, the shield whizzed past you as it ricocheted back into Steve’s open arms. Bucky groaned, low and guttural, but only for a moment is he subdued. Slowly, he rose, like smoke from extinguished ashes, looking to his metal vice. A large dent adorned the weathered, bloodied appendage where his bicep met his shoulder. He then turned his attention to Steve, baring his teeth, anger coursing through him as he immediately disregarded you. His sights set on a new target, launching himself at Steve without a beat lost.

Steve grunted as Bucky’s metal fist met the vibranium shield with a deafening clang. Steve gritted his teeth and pushed back, managing to break Bucky’s attack and aim a kick for his stomach.

“Go! I got him!” Steve yelled to you through a gasp as Bucky countered with his own swipe at Steve’s middle. Your body stayed put, relishing in the ability to fucking breathe again, also painfully aware how screwed you’d be if you didn’t escape as you had the chance. You willed yourself to move, to run and to keep going, to no avail. As Steve landed a blow to Bucky, his eyes met yours once more. His baby blues, pained and tired, begged for you to listen to him for once in your life. 

“Now!”

The strain in Steve’s voice seemed to ignite a fire underneath you. Pushing yourself up, you willed your legs to carry you to the exit. Bloody shoe prints tracked your route as you slammed through the doorway. You cursed, knowing they’ll give away which way you’d go, knowing your life matters more than a twenty-dollar pair of sneakers. Kicking them off, throwing the pair down the exit, praying they made it far enough Bucky wouldn’t know any better. 

You threw yourself up the stars, tremors and pain afflicting every limb as the cold concrete seeped in through your socks in each step. The railing helped as you heaved yourself forward with help from the railing. Sweaty palms slipped on the bars, but your grip only grew tighter. 

You didn’t know how you, or your body, was able to do it, making it up seven more flights of stairs before your knees buckled on level 57. Heaving the door open and slamming it shut, you stumbled out into the new hallway. You hadn’t visited that level before. Something Steve and the others– especially Doctor Banner– said was “just a business floor.”

The sign on the wall directing to ‘SAFELAB’ said otherwise. Nothing in the Tower was “just business.” 

What you did know was that every SAFELAB on every floor was located in the same, far-east hallway. 

Wiping the sweat from your temple, you turned right, jogging down the darkened, emptied-out hallway. It felt like the apocalypse. No sign of anybody else. Doors left ajar, papers and bags and other employee memorabilia scattered throughout abandoned offices and cubicles. You hoped everyone was able to make it out, at least.

Part of you didn’t hope for much, though. 

The door to the lab came into view as you rounded the last corner. The door was still locked, the lab inside sterile and untouched. A sigh of relief escaped you. Holding your palm to the door’s scanner, it answered your prayers in a soft beep and whir, miraculously allowing you in. 

You maneuvered through the multiple security doors, four in total, crouching low once you managed to slip into the lab itself. The gigantic window at the front of the labspace spared no room for you to hide easily, but you had zero room to complain about it. It was your only option, after all.

Well, besides the roof. 

Crouched, you snuck your way around the counters and various equipment to one of the supply closets. The furthest corner from the entrance. You scoured through drawers and cupboards for some sort of weaponry; the most you could find was a new scalpel out of a box of extras. 

You closed in on the supply closet, reaching up and grasping the handle, turning it slowly to prevent any squeaks from the inner hinge. A tear glided down your cheek in relief. You hadn’t realized you started crying. Again. 

The door swung open. It greeted you mostly empty, deep enough for you to cram your body into. Crawling inside, bones and limbs contorted into the most comfortable position you could manage. You pinched the edges of the doors to close them as best as you can, accepting they, in fact, couldn’t close all the way from the inside. A curse under your breath, the sliver of dim light through the crack cast onto your face. Once settled, you crumpled your damp t-shirt up from the collar and shoved the fabric into your mouth. Teeth and tongue greeted sweaty cotton and hints of copper as you bit down on the collar, covering your mouth with a free hand. 

At last, after Gods knew how long it had been since you ceased moving, a silenced sob heaved out of your chest. Tremors only worsened as your nervous system rode out the fumes of its adrenaline high and flight mode instincts. Hot tears spilled down your cheeks, mixing with snot further down your face, slipping down to your neck and leaving behind streaked paths in the bloodied, hand-printed bruises adorned on your flesh. The pain from the near-strangulation you suffered broke through the shock and endorphins that were keeping you sane until then. You knew, though, you couldn’t break down. Not yet. Not until you saw Natasha or Steve or someone you trusted face-to-face. 

You started counting your breaths. Mind racing, thoughts traveling near sonic speeds through your mind carrying questions at how the hell it all happened.

You thought for sure S.H.I.E.L.D. was secure, especially after the ordeal with Bucky, Steve, and the whole ‘defeating HYDRA’ ordeal from a few years back. Hell, you thought it was safer than taking the FBI’s recon mission that was offered to you before being referred to Tony himself. Your mind raced, what-ifs and endless possibilities flashing across your eyes like a snuff film. You hoped Steve was okay. You hoped Natasha was on her way to your location any second. You hoped Sam was safe and made it out okay. You hoped Bucky –

Bucky. 

Christ, you hadn’t even stopped to think about how the hell everything happened to him. He’d been doing so well in his recovery program. Steve was even telling you about it that same morning, bragging about how well Bucky was doing, how much progress he was making, how soon they’d finally be able to move in together once Doctor Banner cleared him. Another sob overtook you. How you’d never seen him like that before, the feeling of his titanium arm slowly crushing your windpipe, the weight of his entire body crushing your internal organs as he’d held you down. The things he’d said. You tried to wrap your head around what he’d said, what he was going to do–

Crashing followed by shattering glass emitted a muffled yelp from you as your blood ran cold. Another wave of tears flooded out of your burning eyes, chest heaving unevenly. Your hand clamped even tighter over your mouth as teeth bit into the salty fabric of your shirt, drying up any more moisture your mouth was grateful to finally have.

BANG! Then another. Then more in rapid succession. Shattering, crashing, shattering, silence. The final blow to the security doors sounded from inside the lab itself. Your breath hitched and bile began bubbling in your stomach, reaching the back of your throat and across your tongue. You forced yourself to swallow the acid, listening intently to the crunch of sneakers on shattered glass.

He’d found you. 

“Lisitsaaa,” Bucky drawled, his voice dropped to a primally low octave. Lower than before. You almost couldn’t make out the words, a mixture of growled mumblings of English and Russian. Knees folded closer to your chest, you tightened your grip on the handle of the scalpel. Bucky’s footsteps were slow, methodical, predatorial. 

His heavy steps inched closer, each followed by a pause, then sudden crashing of lab equipment and smashing of drawers. More glass and metal slammed to the ground and walls after each pause. He sounded feet away. Then inches. 

Your breathing stopped as the sliver of light clouded over. The lump in your throat threatened more puke to rise as you dared to peer up through the crack, heart dropping like a dead weight to your stomach as your eyes fell on freshly bloodied sneakers. A stifled scream in your lungs choked you. You refused to think about whose blood that was.

Eyes darted back up. You could see Bucky’s blurred features clouded in shadows. The only light visible, then, was the glint from his wicked smile. Bloodied teeth shone as he licked his lips hungrily, a predator finally cornering its prey. 

Ever so slowly he crouched, shoving his face closer into the seam in the door. Tears and snot continued to stream down your face, your body hyperventilating as you forced yourself to look into his eyes. There was nothing else you could do. Nothing else to say, to cry about. There was nowhere left to run. He got you. 

“There you are, moy priz,” Bucky hissed before reaching through and throwing the doors open, heavy hands leaving imprints in the flimsy metal. Frozen, your fist was still closed around the scalpel, your muscles tensed as joints locked in place. His evil eyes scanned your body greedily, looking for which cut of meat to divulge in first. His gaze stopped at your fist and he chuckled, tisking in a disappointed tone. 

“Oh, glupaya pizda,” Bucky shook his head, amused at your meager choice of weaponry. Compared to him, you might as well have been waving a white flag. His smile only grew, tongue jutting out to lick his lips. Specks of blood coated the sides of his cheeks and edges of his mouth, smeared about from ear to ear with the back of his hand.

“Come with me and they might consider your life, lisitsa–”

You sprung into him, swinging your arm, landing the scalpel into the middle of his flesh hand, impaling straight through it. In an instant, blood spewed from the impact. Bucky screamed out in pain, a slew of mixed language curses reverberating in your skull. You scrambled out of your hiding place, bashing him with a balled fist to the face as you tumbled out and onto your feet, sprinting to the lab’s only exit. Freedom was only an arm’s length away when an overturned stool tripped you. The impact didn’t hurt near as much as the millions of shattered glass bits shredded cut into your skin, your hands and knees and arms and face littered as blood smeared under you and across the once-sterile white floors. You cried out, writhing around. Battered and bloodied, struggling to rise and run again despite the searing pain in your ankle.

Before you could form your next thought, a rough hand snatched your scalp and dragged you up by your hair. You uttered a panicked scream as Bucky hoisted you to eye level, snarling like a rabid dog as he shook you hard.

“I thought you were smarter than that, lisitsa,” he sneered, “but I was wrong.”

He hurled you back onto the floor, his bloodied, titanium fist still gripping your hair, dragging you over to one of the disheveled lab tables. More glass shredded your skin, blood and sweat and tears mixing and pouring over your face and hands and body. With ease and a free hand, he swiped the rest of the contents off another counter; beakers and burners crashed to the floor. His grip tightened as he threw you up onto the stainless steel counter, the dead weight of your body banging onto the table, landing you hard on your back. Eardrums rang into your skull and jaw, radiating down your spine and out your limbs. Your hands slip against the smooth metal from the blood, futile attempts to grab onto something, anything. You groaned and huffed excess sobs. The pain, unbearable; the fear, unimaginable. 

Bucky hoisted himself onto the table, landing on top of your broken body, his knee hitting your spine and knocking your last breath out of you. Straddling you, his thick thighs bulged through tattered sweatpants, squeezing into your rib cage. He looped another fist into your hair, raising your head and slamming it down. The side of your face smushed into the steel table, smearing around more blood as he did it again. And again. The cartilage in your nose cracked and throbbing pain radiated into your eyes, your skull. Warmth from the break and the blood poured over your face. The pain, dulling into numbness as you began to fade in and out of consciousness.

Your vision started to blur and blacken, stars and specks orbiting around Bucky like a halo of hallucination. Your body, finally surrendering to him. No fight left. Any strength you could have mustered, funneled into staying awake, proved useless. 

A new sound, then: ripping.

You didn’t have to look to witness Bucky unrelentingly tear your t-shirt away from your body, training his eyes on your open form. Bruised skin exposed to cool air, your chest still momentarily held together by your sports bra. He made quick work of it next, the nylon snapping off in one swipe, sending goosebumps racing down your spine. 

Ice-cold titanium fingers untangled from your matted hair and made their way from your nape, to the small of your back, to the waistband of your gym shorts. Muscles tensed as you felt each digit wrap almost leisurely onto the elastic. He tore them away swiftly, baring the rest of you and your skin to him. A growl, one of pleasure, vibrated into you from him, emitted he palmed the skin of your ass. His fingers journeyed languidly in a slow trail from your back to your core. You squirmed, wasting the last of your strength, a hopeless attempt to get away one last time. 

A crack came across your face. Flesh against flesh, he slapped you. A punishment. A command for obedience. Your body fell limp. Breathing raggedly and gagging on blood and spit, you shuddered as he took your wrists and tied them together with your t-shirt. 

Satisfied, his prey finally submitting, Bucky paused, panting as he leaned down to you. He wet his lips before speaking, gruff words slurred against your ringing eardrum. As he spoke, cold metal grazed your entrance, a threat of what was to come. 

“Now, I get to take what’s mine.”

Your screams echoed as the world fell dark.

[jen-with-a-pen]

“I’m your prize, Steve. So take it.”

Spoils of War

Pairing: Gladiator!Steve Rogers x Female Reader, mention of Dark Advisor!Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: Steve gets a reward for a job well done and wishes he could have been with you under different circumstances. Word Count: Over 3k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Noncon references (do NOT read if this upsets you), Dubcon elements (reader consents with Steve), vaginal unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), possessive behavior, dirty talk, talks of violence, captivity, servitude, dark themes, Steve Rogers (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: Here we go with The Arena! Please heed the warnings with each post for this AU as there will be dark elements throughout. Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Steve Rogers believed in doing the right thing. Even as a young boy, he didn't allow his small size to let bullies push him, or others, around. As long as he could get up, he would fight. He carried that idealism throughout his life. It was why he chose to work with S.H.I.E.L.D..

But he no longer fought for the greater good.

The cheers from the arena rang in his ears as he closed his eyes, the water from the showerhead washing the blood and grime away. It wouldn't take away the guilt that ate at his soul. He was meant to save people, not take their lives away. How was he reduced to being a puppet for the demented masses?

One day, he would be free.

Today, he would savor the spoils of war.

"You've done well, Captain Rogers. A prize is long overdue."

Steve dried off moments later and kept a towel around his waist as he waited for you. He didn't have to wait much longer. The cell door opened long enough to shove you inside, anger boiling in his gut when you almost fell to your knees.

"Break her and Barber will kill you," the guard threatened.

Andy Barber. His former colleague. Your master.

"Should I tell him you nearly made her fall on her face or do you want to do that yourself?"

The guard didn't respond, but had the decency to look afraid before he slammed the door and left the two of you alone.

Steve watched as you straightened up and carefully glanced around the room. The cell HYDRA kept him in was comfortable enough. A small bathroom, a nice bed, and a desk so he could draw. Charcoal only, as they didn't allow him to have anything he could use to harm them. They also refused to let him have a cell near Bucky, afraid they would conspire against the guards and break free.

Even if he did have a weapon with him, he wouldn't use it on you.

His prize.

"Would you like to sit down?" he asked, bringing your gaze toward him.

This was the first time he had seen up close since the day everything went to hell. You were still beautiful, but there was sorrow in your eyes that hadn't been there before. The lacy red and black lingerie set did little to cover you, so different from the office clothes he typically saw you in. He wondered if you shivered slightly from the cold or fear.

"Yes. Thank you, Captain," you answered, offering him a small smile as you made your way to the foot of the bed.

You still had the same smile.

"Don't call me that," he said harsher than he intended to. "I'm not your Captain anymore."

He failed as Captain America. HYDRA captured you, Bucky, and countless others because he hadn't taken them down. It seemed like they only referred to him by his title to taunt him. Was he ever worthy of the shield?

Your smile slipped away as you sat down and lowered your gaze. "I'm sorry, sir."

Steve immediately wanted to pull you into his arms and apologize. You weren't in his cell for more than two minutes and he took his frustration out on you. He hadn't meant to.

"You don't need to apologize. I'm sorry for taking that tone with you. Steve or sir are both fine, sweetheart," he said, his towel slipping further down his hips as he walked toward you. "Or would you prefer I call you by your name?"

"You can call me whatever you want."

The words sounded rehearsed.

You looked up at him when his warm hand cradled your jaw, surprising him when you didn't recoil. He wondered what you saw as you looked into his eyes. A murderer? A monster?

"Why did you ask for me?" you asked.

"Because I was told I could have a reward for a job well done," he told you.

You narrowed your eyes. "Why me specifically?"

Rewards were typically in the form of a mistress since fighters couldn't ask for their freedom, or challenge anyone in charge to a battle. Mistresses were usually sent from the harem and not taken directly from one of the advisors or generals. It was only natural that you'd ask why.

"You belong to Andy Barber," he stated to gauge your reaction.

You flinched, your eyes flashing with something akin to offense and fury, but you didn't pull free from Steve's grasp. From what he gathered, you weren't a willing mistress to Andy. You knelt beside him at every match he could remember and never said a word. Advisors and Generals loved to show off their possessions. Requesting you as his prize for doing such a good job in the arena pissed Andy off, but he couldn't deny him.

A pet having power or sway over a master isn't allowed.

But unlike Andy, Steve's intentions weren't to harm or force himself on you.

If he thought for a moment that you were a willing participant in this, your reaction told him otherwise. "I don't belong to anyone."

"I wasn't trying to offend you," he promised, keeping his hand on you as he took a seat beside you. "How does he treat you?"

You hesitated before you answered. "Sometimes he fucks me like he loves me."

He ran a thumb across your cheek when a tear fell from your eye, rage surging through his veins. Even though you didn't bear any physical scars like him and the other fighters, you no doubt had wounds on the inside. Forced into sexual servitude would be enough to hurt the strongest of people. But the flicker of fire in your eyes, you still had some fight in you. It comforted him that they didn't break you.

"Did he do something to you? Is this some sort of payback?" you guessed.

"He did, but I didn't ask for you to get back at him," he said.

He wouldn't have asked for Andy's mistress if it was anyone other than you.

"I don't know why you're asking how he treats me. At the end of the day, I'm just his whore," you said, eying him warily. "And tonight, I'm yours."

He shook his head, bringing his other hand up to cup both cheeks. "You're not a whore."

He wished you could be his girl.

Maybe in another life.

"Then I don't understand why I'm here if you're not going to use me," you said, confusion filling your beautiful eyes. "I'm nobody."

"You worked on the 3rd floor," he said, tracing his finger along your bra strap when you gasped. "You had a cardigan on the back of your chair and the background on your computer matched whatever season we were in. You kept to yourself, but offered a small, kind smile whenever someone looked your way or jumped in to help without anyone asking. You were vital to S.H.I.E.L.D. and you're far from being a nobody."

You moved an inch closer and his gaze fell to your lips. "You knew me?" you asked in disbelief as he nodded. "I-I never thought anyone as high up as you would've noticed me."

"Of course, I did. I was just too stupid to say anything then," he replied, smiling sadly when he wiped another tear away.

Would it have made this situation better? Worse? Dwelling on "what if" would do more harm than good.

“So, you asked for me because you wanted to see me? You care?”

He let out a breath as he nodded. “I had to see for myself that you’re okay. Well, as okay as you can be given the circumstances,” he said.

There were so many things he wanted to say. That he was sorry a man like Andy ever got his hands on you. That he didn’t want you to give up hope. Why wouldn’t the words come out?

"I didn't think anyone cared," you said, lightly tracing a tiny scar on his arm. Something in your expression shifted from uncertainty to seductive as you leaned in closer. "But that shouldn't surprise me. You're a good man."

He placed a hand on your lips to stop you before you kissed him. Yes, he asked for you to be here, but he didn't want you to feel forced to do this. “No, sweetheart. I’m not going to use you.”

The point of his confession, or whatever he could call it, wasn't to make you give in to him. He needed you to know you did mean something to someone. You weren't alone in this.

“Is it using me if I’m offering?” you countered when he lowered his hand, giving you the chance to lean in to pepper his jaw with soft kisses. He didn’t stop you this time. “Unless you don’t want me.”

Steve wanted you. God, he wanted you, but he wouldn’t take from you the way Andy did. Even when you placed a hand on his thigh, your touch light and heavenly, he had to resist. HYDRA reduced him to a killer, he refused to sink any lower.

“I know you won’t hurt me,” you said, leaning back and reaching behind you to unhook your bra. He didn’t mean to groan when you took it off, but your breasts on display had his heart pounding against his ribs. Your nipples were hard and he hadn’t even properly touched you. “Like I said, you're a good man.”

Steve’s hands fell to your hips when you straddled him, his cock twitching beneath the towel. Was it wrong to give in if you wanted it? But did you actually want him? Were you acting on instinct? Orders?

“How am I a good man if I’m taking advantage of you?” he tried to argue when you pushed your hips down.

“You aren’t. You're giving me a choice and I'm choosing to give myself to you,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I want to forget even if it’s just for tonight.”

He wanted to forget, too. He didn’t want to see the blood that stained his shield or the life leaving the eyes of the bodies that fell. What he wouldn’t give to have a beer with Bucky after a mission gone well. Or take you out on a proper date.

“I’m your prize, Steve. So take it.”

The last shred of hesitation inside him snapped when he fastened his lips against yours. You went pliant against him, opening your mouth for him to take what he wanted. It wasn’t how he wanted your first kiss with him to be, but it made him dizzy nonetheless.

He didn’t break the kiss as he rolled you over, spreading you out on your back to slide in between your thighs. He swallowed down the small sound you made before he gave you both a chance to catch your breath. The sight of you gazing up at him made him lose his breath again.

“Please,” you whispered, shuddering as he moved his calloused hands up your legs.

He heard people beg before, but not like this. You would be his salvation. He hoped he could be yours, too.

Torn between kissing up your thighs or diving right in, he decided to dip a hand between your legs. You shivered again as he pressed his palm against the damp, flimsy fabric. “You’re wet,” he said in awe, gripping the underwear and tearing it away.

Your back arched, sending a shiver down his spine when he saw your eyes glaze over with lust. “For you, Steve.”

For him.

The slide of his first finger made him close his eyes. You were tight and warm and the clench around the digit alone was enough to make his cock twitch. He wondered if you ever got this wet for Andy. Did he prep you? Make you come?

“I’m supposed to take care of you,” you whined when he pushed another finger in.

“Are you my prize, sweetheart?” he asked, spreading and sliding his fingers in and out. He brought his other hand up to your breasts, not wanting to neglect them as he toyed with your pussy. "Are you giving yourself to me?"

“Yes,” you said breathlessly when he pinched a hardened bud, your walls tightening more by the time he added a third finger. “I am.”

“Then let me handle you as I see fit,” the slight command that came out was reminiscent of his days of being a Captain, the very thing he told you not to call him.

“Yes, Sir,” you whimpered, arching your back again when he removed his fingers.

He brought them to his mouth and licked each of them clean, savoring the sweet and tangy flavor of you on his tongue. If he was a better man, he’d take more time with you. Worship every inch of you until you sobbed and begged for more. Later, he’d indulge until all he knew was your taste. Your first orgasm though, he wanted on his cock.

He had to be inside you now.

You blinked and smiled as if you sensed his need. “I’m ready.”

Steve gripped the base of his cock as he settled between your legs. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine you were in his home. He refused to do so. This was the reality you were in and he had to make the most of it.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, silencing you with a kiss when you opened your mouth.

You gasped as he lined up with your entrance and slowly slid in. He almost stopped halfway through when you clenched hard around him, but his kisses relaxed you enough to let him in. He never felt anything as good as you and was sure he never would again. He was afraid he’d become addicted.

“I’m sorry, too,” you whispered back, sending shivers down his spine when you ran your fingers through his beard. “But it’s okay.”

He began to thrust, unable to take the tenderness in your eyes. In another life, he would’ve been worthy of that gaze and comfort. Now it was survival of the fittest.

“I won’t break,” you moaned, allowing him to take your wrists and pin them over your head. “You can fuck me how you need to.”

“What was it you said?” he asked, driving deeper into you to make you moan louder. “He fucks you like he loves you?”

You choked on your breath when you gazed up at him with fear in your eyes. You blinked it away before he could dwell on it. “Sometimes.”

“You haven’t been fucked by me before,” he grunted, taking your leg to wrap around his hip. “When I send him back to you, you’ll be dripping with me. He'll know you'll never truly be his."

A loud moan escaped when his grip on your wrists tightened, your hips rising to meet his thrusts as he fucked into you. It was easier than he thought to forget the horrors when he was buried inside you. What would he have to do to keep you for more than a night?

You squirmed when he slid his hand between your bodies and sought out your bundle of nerves. “You said you don’t belong to anyone, but here with me, you’re mine,” he said, circling your clit with his thumb. The whine he got in response was otherworldly. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you moaned, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

He wanted to believe it.

“Again,” he gritted. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours. I’m yours!”

Your eyes widened when you quivered around him, a gush of wetness flowing around his cock as you cried out. The orgasm seemed to take you by surprise, but he kept up his pace to ride it out. He hoped it would be the first of many. Your face twisted in pleasure was almost enough to send him over the edge.

“Please, Steve,” you moaned brokenly, lying bonelessly beneath him as he buried his face in your neck.

Steve couldn’t resist when you begged so beautifully, letting out a broken sound of his own as he spilled into you. The release had him panting against your skin as finished, trying to remember the last time he experienced ecstasy like that. He desperately tried to hang on, not wanting it to end for either of you.

He pushed himself up to look at you, but didn't pull out, a sense of pride filling him at your fucked out expression. Releasing your wrists, he brought your hands up to wrap around him. He wasn’t expecting to need the comforting touch, but he had to feel your hands on him after what you shared.

Silence stretched on as snuggled close and he thought for a moment that you drifted off when you stayed quiet.

“I don’t want to send you back in the morning,” he admitted, tilting your chin so you'd look at him.

You quietly sniffled as you turned away. “I don’t either, but you have to. Andy is furious enough as it is."

He pulled you in for a hug when you trembled. He wanted to choke the life out of Andy himself. Maybe HYDRA had made him a monster.

“Maybe you can't stay here permanently, but I’ll ask for you again after my next match. I promise.”

He didn’t want you around Andy longer than you had to be.

“So, we meet up after your fights and allow ourselves to keep forgetting? You go back into the fight and I go back to the Advisor quarters?” you asked, your eyes shining as he let you rest against the mattress.

He tilted his head as he studied your face. The blissful expression had determination underneath. Both of you wanted to get out of here, like everyone else. With your position, maybe you could use it to your, and his, advantage.

“I’m a fighter. You’re the mistress of an advisor. I’m sure we can forget and find other uses for our time together,” he said carefully, in case he was reading you incorrectly. “What do you say?”

The smile you gave him was hopeful. “I'm in."

Oh, you don't think it'll be that easy, do you? Not if Andy has his way. 😏 Love and thanks! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Steve Rogers Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[holylulusworld]

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Like in 2019, 2020, 2021 & 2022, I will post a kinky, fluffy, angsty or scary one-shot from October 1st till October 31st, 2023.

Please consider none of the stories are available until the set release date. Titles may change (all titles are working titles until the release date.). The release date may change at any time.

ANGST/SMUT/FLUFF

October 1st: Forbidden Lust (2) sequel to Forbidden Lust

Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Homewrecker kink

Requested by: @jayyyyyyy-stuff

October 2nd: Rekindle

Pairing: Chubby!Thor Odinson x Exgirlfriend!Reader

Trope: Reunion

October 3rd: Very tight places sequel to Cramped & Tight places

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader

Kink: Claustrophilia

October 4th: Footloose

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Trope: Enemies to lovers

October 5th: Serve your Soldier

Pairing: Soldier Boy x fem!Reader

Kink: Collars

October 6th: Falling leaves

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Trope: Sunny vs grumpy

October 7th: Blaze of glory

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Kink: Glad-to-Be-Alive Sex/Victory sex

October 8th: Two Bikes (1)

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader; Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Trope: Angst

October 9th: Golden Retriever

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader

Kink: Crops / Spanking

Idea by: anon

October 10th: One autumn night

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Trope: a/b/o

Idea by: anon

October 11th: I'm the best

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Kink: Breeding kink

Idea by: anon

October 12th: Breathless sequel to Take my breath away

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Trope: Secret crush

October 13th: One Summer night

Pairing: Cultleader!Thor Odinson

Kink: Sex Cult

October 14th: Snuggle time

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Plussized!Reader

Trope: Cuddling & snuggling

Idea by: anon

October 15th: The cabin in the woods

Pairing: Winter Soldier x fem!Reader

Kink/Trope: Choking

October 16th: Not in my car

Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

Trope: Love confessions

Requested by: @dawn-petrichor-world

October 17th: Backpack

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Kink: Thigh riding

Idea by: @dawn-petrichor-world

October 18th: Sex you up

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Chubby!Reader

Kink: Size kink

Idea by: @sultryfandoms

October 19th: Fulfilment

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Trope: Pregnancy

Idea by: @elle14-blog1

October 20th: Triad (1)

Pairing: Omega!Stucky x Alpha!Reader

Kink: Dom / Sub

Idea by: anon

October 21st: Autumnal love

Pairing: Thor Odinson x fem!Reader

Trope: Carving pumpkins

Idea by: anon

October 22nd: Unwanted Mate (Bucky's version)

Pairing: Alpha!Stucky x Omega!Reader

Kink: Threesome

October 23rd: Rescue you

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Trope: Rescue romance

Idea by: @dawn-petrichor-world

October 24th: Right there

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Kink: Pegging

Idea by: @flory-alexandra

October 25th: Deepest love

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Trope: Friends to lovers

Idea by: @elle14-blog1

October 26th: Demon knife

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Trope: Friends to enemies

October 27th: Sunrise sequel to Beyond the soldier & After the eclipse

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink/Trope: Quirofilia/Nursed Back to Health

Requested by: @clarinette07

October 28th: Naughty School Adventures (1)

Pairing: Janitor!Sam Winchester x Teacher!Reader x Gymteacher!Dean Winchester

Kink: Cucking

Idea by: @moosekateer13

October 29th: Unwanted Mate (Steve's version)

Pairing: Alpha!Steve x Omega!Reader

Trope: Unrequited feelings

October 30th: Taped on video

Pairing: J3 x fem!Reader

Kink: BDSM

Requested by @moosekateer13

Halloween Specials: ANGST/SMUT/HORROR

October 31st: The past always catches up

Pairing: Winter Soldier x former Hydra!(fem) Reader

Trope: Villain Reader

October 31st: Dreams of sharp teeth

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader x Werewolf!August Walker

Trope: Monster AU

Find all other Bingos and Special Events here: Special Events

[hereticpriest]

Masterlist

MDNI

Series

Mercy

Rating: Explicit 18+

Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

To begin with, some warnings about this story: A/B/O Dynamics, Female Alpha, Male Omega, Some chapters may involve messing with the whole 'alphas are always dom and omegas are always sub' because I think nuance exists even in A/B/O dynamics, Fucking with the timeline (this is a blend of Canon, Legends, and original lore), Minimal use of Y/N (Explained in the first chapter), Reader is an alien species of my own creation and thus has a physical description, Familial bonds explored heavily, Clone rights explored heavily, Violence is more graphic than canon-typical however any graphic descriptions will be noted, AFAB reader, Not beta-read so I apologize for any mistakes.

Read on AO3

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Nine Point Five - Part Ten -

Miniseries

The Typist - Laszlo Kreizler and his Bitey Wife

Bite - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia

Chew - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia, prequel to Bite

Swallow - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia, prequel to Bite and sequel to Chew

Gulp - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft lactation and mommy kink, sequel to Swallow

Alpha Mine - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft Omegaverse, AU to The Typist series

Bokeh - Niki Lauda and his Photographer Wife (Mouse)

Muse - Niki Lauda x photographer!reader ft soft femdom and bondage and breeding

What Happens in Ibiza - Niki Lauda x photographer!reader x James Hunt ft threesomes, double penetration and anal

Life and Death - Niki Lauda x photograhper!reader x James Hunt ft heavy hurt/comfort and mild petplay

Brûlée - Dirk Brûlée and his Single Mama

Sriracha - Dirk Brûlée x single mom!reader ft sex toys/sybian

Red Carpet - Dirk Brûlée x single mom!reader ft breeding

Victory - Helmut Zemo and his Super Soldier

Pyrrhic - Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader ft 14k of HYDRA being the worst and Helmut Zemo being a consent king

Clutch - Helmut Zemo x Reader ft daddy kink, Hydra hunting and impact play

Oneshots

The Bath - Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader ft cockwarming

Ctrl and Power - Ernst Schmidt x Reader ft rough sex and secret relationships

Ganache - Tony Balerdi x Original Male Character ft food play and body worship

Requests and Prompts

Reader likes to come up behind Zemo and kiss or bite him

Roman Sionis fucking reader in his club and being a show off about it (and also he's a total switch)

Roman Sionis making female reader cockwarm him during a gang meeting

Obi-Wan Kenobi noticing female reader's tattoos after sex and pausing to enjoy them

[mint-yooxgi]

Victory - Yandere!Demigod!Minho

Yandere AU & Demigod AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Minho X Implied Chubby!Reader

Words: 1,848

Warnings: Implied murder, nudity, and dirty thoughts. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: So, he's supposed to be the son of Nike, the Greek Goddess of victory in this. I really like how this one turned out, ngl, it's just the right amount of unhinged and feral in my mind, so I hope you'll agree! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Sixth of The Feral Drabbles

Last night still feels so surreal, like a dream come true.

Of all the trophies I have won, of all the hardships and trials I have been put up against, none are as valuable as you. Yet, you are not another conquest. You are my forever.

The euphoric taste of victory has never been sweeter, and I will revel in it for as long as I possibly can. As long as it wasn’t all a dream, and that when I open my eyes, you are still sleeping soundly beside me in all of your naked glory.

Thank the Gods, it was real. It was all real.

There you lay, as still as the moon in the night sky.

So peaceful. 

So beautiful. 

And all mine.

I’ll admit, getting this far has been no easy feat. Tartarus below, getting you to even look in my direction had been a challenge. A challenge that I had been more than willing to win.

For me, there is no one else. Only you. 

All the others that demand my attention are so superficial, only seeing what they want to see. They only desire the Goddess’ son for what he can offer them, never for who I really am. They want the victories associated with my name. They want the fame and fortune I have worked so hard to gather. 

But not you. No, never you.

Long have you ignored me. Long have you expressed your desire, or rather, lack there of, of what I can offer you. You never cared about titles. You never cared about trophies, fame, fortune, or any of that shit. Who I am, or rather, who my mother is never caught your attention. In fact, you couldn’t have cared less about me before.

I won’t lie to you. It annoyed me.

It- it- hurt…

Sure, everyone who usually demands my attention is superficial and annoying. Yet, I cannot help but live for their praise. Attention is still attention, according to my mother, so I’ve always thrived in it. I always love it.

Maybe that’s what drew me to you in the first place: the fact that you seemingly didn’t care.

Why didn’t you? Hadn’t you heard of me? The famed Nike’s son who singlehandedly defeated the hydra beast when he was only seventeen? How about the countless olympic victories I’ve garnered through the years, numerous statues being erected in honour of my strength and valued deeds? Surely you had heard my name before, even if just a whisper on the wind.

Well, you had, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care that I was born of the Gods. You didn’t care that I have valour or strength. 

You don’t even care about how attractive I am. Though, thanks to last night, I know now that you find me to be the most handsome of all.

Definitely doesn’t stroke my ego, or anything…

I can still remember how shy you became once you admitted to it. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve experienced something more euphoric in my entire life, or cuter for that matter. Knowing I have this effect on you is unlike any other, and I never want it to stop, and if I have my way, it never will.

We will be together for all eternity. I’ll make sure of it.

Anyways, I digress… finally, for the first time, I had found someone who wanted to get to know me for me, and not my conquests. All of my attempts to impress you through my grandiose accomplishments meant nothing. It’s the little things that truly mattered to you, like me helping that baker the one day when he broke his arm, or protecting that little girl from straying into one of the hidden labyrinth entrances. That is what seemed to make you notice me.

I’ll admit, for a time, I purposely did any and every little thing to make you look my way. It was worth it in the end, obviously. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be laying here with me in my bed after the night we had.

Oh, what a night it was! Even now, I cannot help the way my eyes flutter at the memories that consume my mind. You are so sweet, My Love, that I desperately long for another taste. For now, I’ll leave you to sleep. After all, you’ll need your rest if we are to continue on today just as we did last night.

I won’t lie to you, My Love, getting to love you, to cherish you and please you, is the greatest honour that anyone, living or dead, could ever bestow upon me. There is no higher pleasure I have ever felt in my entire life than the feeling of being locked between your legs. Your skin is softer than any finery the Gods could ever craft. Your voice is the sweetest song composed of melodies meant only for me. Not even Aphrodite herself could compete with your beauty, nor Thanatos tear you away from me in death. I would crawl through the River Styx and rain my terror upon Hades were he to even attempt to keep your departed soul away from me.

Nothing could keep me away from you. I love you.

I never thought I was capable of love, other than the desperate acceptance I sought through my many victories. I wanted to be loved, not be in love.

You changed that. You changed me.

Now, there is not a single thing that I don’t love about you. There is nothing I would change. From the way you smile at me, only for me, to the way you sigh my name so sweetly. To the way you comb your fingers through my hair after a long day, to the way you hug me so tightly when you’re seeking warmth. Your laugh, which is the most melodic symphony I have had the pleasure of hearing, other than your moans, of course. Your eyes, your nose, your body…I love it all.

I can’t fight it any longer, My Love, I need to hold you in my arms once more.

There. That’s better.

Just the way your body moulds against mine is perfect. We were made for each other, wouldn’t you agree? Besides, no one else can have you. No mere mortal could ever please you in the same ways I have. Not anymore.

You are mine, and I am yours.

My lips will forever burn searing kisses along your skin, singing your praise as long as I still draw breath. I will spend all of eternity composing poems of my deepest love for you, and you alone. Only you shall have the honour of hearing what your name sounds like falling from my lips, for only you are worthy. 

Worthy of my love. 

Worthy of my affection. 

More than all of that, worthy of me.

My hands shall grace no other’s skin, lest it is in defence of your honour. Then, I will never be afraid to reign my terror over them. My strength is unmatched, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, My Love, but when I set my sights on something, I do not stop until I have achieved my deepest desires.

My deepest desires…

You know, I never thought anyone would be able to understand me the way you do. How you can make me fall apart so easily - from just a single glance - escapes me. I have never experienced a love like this, and I hope to every God on Olympus that you haven’t, either.

I want to drown you in my love until all that you know, all that you can speak of, is me. I will surround you in me until you no longer can tell where you end and I begin. We are meant to be one, in this life, and the next, and all of the rest after that. I’ll make sure of it.

You are my greatest victory, and I will make sure to be your only prize. 

Let the others say what they want, they don’t matter. They’re just jealous, anyways. However, if I hear even one of them so much as speak one negative or malicious word against you… I will not hesitate to rip their tongue from their mouth and feed it to the minotaur. Maybe I’ll just gift you their heart on a golden platter instead. Offer it in placement of my own. Mine only beats for you, anyways.

Do you feel it? It’s thundering right now. I’m surprised the intensity doesn’t wake you from your slumber. Not even my wandering hands seem to affect you at all right now.

That’s okay, I was pretty intense last night.

You can’t blame me, My Love. I finally had the honour of making love to the woman who owns my very soul.

I can still feel the way my fingertips sunk into your flesh, grabbing onto anything and everything I could reach, just as they do right now. Of course, I’m much gentler for the moment than I was last night. I couldn’t help it, I just had to pull you as close as possible to me. I wanted to feel every inch of your body pressed against my own. I’ve been longing for your touch for too long.

You’re additive, did you know that? There is no finer wine, no sweeter ambrosia than the nectar that flows from between those luscious thighs of yours. Seriously, My Love, I could get drunk on you, and I wish you had let me last night. My tongue longs to be back between your legs, lapping up every last drop that flows from that precious cunt of yours. I need my lips on you, bringing you to ecstasy again, and again, and again.

Pull my hair. Scratch my back. Moan my name. Scream your love for me, and say you’re mine.

Do it all over again until you are satisfied, because I fear I will never be able to get enough of you. I will claim you over, and over, and over again until I am satisfied, and Darling, when it comes to you, I’m insatiable.

Don’t think I haven’t notice how you keen into my touch when my arms are around you, pulling your body flush against mine. Don’t think I do not remember the way you begged for more as my cock buried itself in your tight little cunt. And don’t you think for one second I will ever forget the way I made you scream my name as you came for me.

I did that to you. I will continue doing that to you. Forevermore.

I will only ever be satisfied knowing that I have pleased My Goddess to the fullest extent. You will only know joy, you will only know happiness and love when you’re with me. My pleasure is your pleasure, and I hope that you can say the same for me. 

For if not…

Well…

Let’s just say you don’t want this to be the start of another competition. 

After all, I always win.

[yournowheregirl]

something something hercules (1997) au but make it ronance

there’s robin, who always felt like an outcast and a klutz, even when her parents reassured her that she was perfect just the way she was. not that the people at the market place would agree - they only saw her as a nuisance who made a mess with every step she took. 

it’s not until she throws a discus with a little too much force and it causes the entire market place building to tumble into pieces, that her parents sit her down and tell her that they found her as a baby of just a couple months old, all alone in the rain with nothing but a blanket and a golden medallion on her neck. a medallion that clearly belonged to the gods. they raised her as their own, but deep down, robin’s parents always knew that she belonged some place else.

determined to find out where she came from, robin sets out on a journey to the temple of the gods, where she finds out that she is actually a demi-god and if she wants to join her family on mount olympus, she has to become a true hero herself. the gods send her on her way to an island where a recluse, former hero is supposed to reside. 

he’ll train you to become a true hero, they said, but they left out the part where recluse-former-hero steve doesn’t want anything to do with heroes anymore. not when he had fallen from grace, lost his reputation and everyone laughed at him like he was some kind of joke. but there’s something about robin that gets under his skin and despite his general bitchiness, steve agrees to train robin into becoming the hero she’s destined to be. 

steve doesn’t take it easy on her. they’re up at the crack of dawn every day and don’t stop the exercises until the sun goes down. but despite the strict training schedule and robin’s weird running, she succeeds to conquer even the toughest challenges that steve puts out for her. and hey, if she bulks up in the meantime, that’s only a perk.

once steve deems her ready, the two of them set off in the direction of a nearby city, only to pass a river where the river guardian seems to have taken a hold of a woman in distress. robin sees this as her chance to put all her training into action and storms towards the river, ignoring steve’s protests. but neither the river guardian or the woman in distress seem to be very impressed by her and robin can feel her heart sink for just a moment. but she regains herself quickly and within a few minutes, robin throws the the river guardian against a nearby rock formation and knocks him unconscious.

but there’s not much time to gloat or enjoy her victory, because there was still that damsel in distress that she needs to take care of and oh- oh wow. she’s gorgeous. robin can hear herself rambling when the woman introduces herself as nancy and her face flushes bright red when nancy grins at her and calls her ‘wonder girl’. but before robin can offer her any more help - not that nancy seemed to need it - nancy waves her goodbye and disappears within the forest.

little does robin know that nancy is not all that she seems. that she traded her soul to the god of the underworld to save her best friend barb from dying, only for hades to trick her and have barb die only a few weeks later. and now nancy’s stuck being hades’ lackey, the same hades who has had his eyes set on robin ever since he had learned she would be the to defeat him one day. 

after defeating the hydra sent to torture the people of thebes by hades, robin’s heroism sky-rockets to fame and with every other monster she slays, her star seems to rise more and more. she doesn’t really know what to do with all the attention, all the people that used to turn their backs to her suddenly seem to love her. she didn’t really sign up for all of this. she just wanted to be with her family, to know where she came from and now she’s posing for a portrait? what has her life become?

all that robin wants is a break, just a day off, but steve doesn’t seem to listen to her. he’s too busy planning yet another one of robin’s appearances and making sure she stays in shape if the next monster arrives. robin’s this close to giving up, especially when the gods don’t seem to think that she’s a true hero, when nancy shows up and convinces her to play hooky for the day.

nancy’s just as beautiful and smart and amazing as robin remembers her being and she just knows that nancy is special. she can feel it in the way her skin starts to tingle when nancy grabs her hand and drags her to another market stall to look at jewelry. she can feel it in the way a blush covers her cheeks when she makes nancy laugh. she can even feel it in the way that nancy looks at her and robin decides then and there to never let nancy go.

sure, it’s weird when nancy suddenly starts talking about weak ankles and asking her a million questions about weaknesses, but maybe that’s just nancy’s way of flirting, who knows? all that robin knows is that nancy’s face turns the most beautiful shade of pink when they kiss good night and that nothing can get in their way.

well, except for a certain god of the underworld.

you see, hades showed up just moments after nancy realized that, despite trying her very best to avoid it, she actually has feelings for robin. and since hades still holds her soul in his hands, nancy has no choice but to cooperate with his plan, which is exactly when steve just happens to walk by. 

steve tries to warn robin about nancy but robin won’t listen to him. he tries and he tries until robin just snaps and pushes him away, which with her demi-god strength, causes steve to fly across the field. the regret is instant, but even though robin tries to make things right, she watches steve turn his back towards her and disappear into the night.

whatever. she doesn’t need steve. she knows what to do, how to train, plus she’s got nancy now. steve’s probably just jealous that she’s got her life together and he has turned into her number two. 

except, she really needs steve by her side when hades suddenly shows up and starts rambling about some plan of his and her not using her strength for a full day. robin tries to wave him off, but when nancy suddenly appears out of nowhere, her limbs bound in rings of smoke, she has no choice but to agree with hades’ terms. 

as long as nancy stays safe from harm.

her strength being taken away feels... weird. robin knows this is how everyone else is supposed to feel but she feels so weak, like a gust of air could knock her over. or you know, when hades reveals that nancy has been working for him all along. but robin doesn’t even have the energy to be upset about it, no matter how many times nancy tries to apologize, there’s an actual cyclops roaming the streets and robin’ll be damned if more innocent people get hurt. 

of course, without her demi-god strength, robin doesn’t really stand a chance against this titan, not even when nancy manages to convince steve to come back and help robin fight. even though her strength is gone, robin still has her wits and with a little help of some fire and a rope, she sends the titan to a plummeting death. 

but as she does so, the shock of the titan hitting the ground knocks over a pillar. a pillar that supposed to hit her, if it wasn’t for nancy pushing her aside. but while robin survives, the pillar crushes nancy instantly and robin can feel the blood drain from her face. no, no, no, this can’t be happening. she sprints towards nancy with all the energy she has left and despite knowing better, she tries to lift up the pillar.

which is surprisingly easy now that her demi-god strength returns to her as she remembers her deal with hades - as long as nancy stays safe from harm. tears fill robin’s eyes as she tries to make sense of nancy’s actions, only for nancy to cup her face gently and smile when she says, people do crazy things when they’re in love. 

before nancy’s words can even register in her brain, nancy urges robin to stop hades before it’s too late and with her sword drawn, robin rushes to mount olympus. the battle is rough, with tornados and lava and ice coming her way but together with the other gods, robin is victorious. she expects hades to look defeated, but he looks way too happy when he says he’s got an old friend who’s just dying to see him.

robin’s heart sinks to the floor as she realizes who hades could be talking about. she runs as fast as her legs will carry her, but when she returns to the scene and sees steve looking at her with those big, sad eyes of his, she knows it’s too late. 

she holds nancy’s lifeless body in her arms, trying to will away the tears that are running down her cheeks, when she suddenly has an idea. it’s a dumb idea, a very stupid and reckless idea, but what does she have to lose? steve tries to hold her back, his eyes filled with tears as well, but robin knows she has to do it. there’s no other way.

the underworld is grey and, obviously, devoid of any life but even though it creeps her out, robin demands to be taken to see nancy. she’s led to a maelstrom of souls and her eyes immediately land on nancy’s soul, floating away into darkness. but as she tries to reach for her, robin’s hands turn into bones. hades grins and tells her there’s no way to get nancy back, but robin has other plans. 

she agrees on a deal with hades - nancy’s soul for her own - and as soon as he shakes her hand on it, robin dives into the maelstrom. she has to beat off other souls who cling onto her, desperate to return to the land of the living, and she feels the life being sucked out of her as she swims deeper and deeper. she doesn’t care about any of that, nancy deserves to live, no matter what.

just when the fates are about to cut her thread of life and end her life right then and there, robin feels something happening to her body. all the life that had been drained out of her suddenly returns in ten fold and as she holds nancy’s soul in her arms, she glows. she glows like a god.

after kicking hades’ ass into the maelstrom of souls, robin rushes back to where steve is guarding nancy’s lifeless body. she carefully lays down nancy’s soul and waits with bated breath until the color returns to nancy’s face. tears roll down robin’s face for the second time that day but this time, they are tears of joy when nancy opens her eyes and smiles at her, alive and well. robin scoops her up in her arms and kisses her until they both have to pull away from air (or, you know, when steve clears his throat when it takes them a moment too long to part). 

and when the gods invite her to join mount olympus, now that’s she an actual god and all, robin shakes her head and tells them no. she already found a place where she belongs, and it’s right here. right next to nancy and steve.

[bedlamsbard]

“The soldier,” Thanos said. He flinched a little as one of Natasha’s widow’s stings hit him in the side of the head, but brushed it off as if it was nothing more than a mosquito bite. “The man out of…time.”

Thanos let the last word linger there between them. The Stones set across his knuckles glittered in the fading sunlight as he turned his left hand over, thoughtful.

He was a kid playing with a new toy, the kind of boy who burned the wings off flies with a magnifying glass and a sunbeam. Steve knew the exact instant Thanos realized he could use more than one of the Stones at the same time.

March 1945: With the deaths of Johann Schmidt and Steve Rogers only a month old, the SSR has spent the intervening weeks hunting down the last of Hydra’s holdouts. When Peggy Carter and the Howling Commandos are unexpectedly called back to London, however, the return of Steve Rogers from beyond the grave raises more questions than it answers – and draws the attention of a dangerous new enemy.  (Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff)

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17: Beat to the Same Drum 217K, AU, WIP

Chapter preview:

“When was V-J Day?” Bruce asked, frowning. “That’s – Victory over Japan Day, right?  End of the war?” “August 15, 1945,” Steve said.  His fingers flexed and he put the paper he was holding down carefully, as if to keep from creasing it.  “Official surrender was in September.  V-E Day is May 8.  They were in Austria then.” It was his war, Natasha remembered, watching him.  He had deserved to see it end, not just read about it on Wikipedia seventy years later. “And – what?” Tony said warily. “What about you and Romanoff?” Steve’s gaze lifted to him.  His eyes were bleak, looking somewhere else, seeing someone else.  Maybe it was Howard, but Natasha thought it was more likely that he was thinking about that last view he had of the lab the previous evening, all of the people whom he had loved and lost and would never see again except in photographs. After a moment he blinked and looked back down at the typewritten papers stacked in front of him, straightening them carefully.  From where she was sitting, Natasha couldn’t read them, but she recognized the signature on the top page as belonging to Chester Phillips.  Steve’s mouth worked silently; he had to lick his lips before he finally said, “I think they really did just forget.”

[chantillyxlacey]

Okay so here's a concept I've been marinating on for a while and keep forgetting to talk about

Persona AU for the Horizon Series :0a

Aloy, of course, would be the Wildcard

Gaia would play the role of both Igor and your first Navi character until Beta showed up

I haven't quite settled on what the mechanism of awakening to a Persona would involve in this AU, but they're summoned using a Focus. Second Awakenings would happen as part of the plot like in Persona 3 rather than at the completion of Social Links like in 5

Here's the Personas I have the main Gaia Gang cast assigned and thoughts about their abilities:

Aloy - Mnemosyne

"The Titan Goddess of memory in Greek mythology. She was mother to the nine Muses and was often called on by bards and kings to aid them in remembering both poetry and history. According to some legends, she invented spoken and written language in order to preserve and expand mankind's collective memory."

Element: Fire

Weapon: Spear (pierce damage)

Weakness: Nuke

2nd Awakening: Apollo

"Twin brother to Artemis and one of Greek mythology's Twelve Olympians. His many domains included truth and knowledge, culture, medicine and healing, and prophecy; he later also became associated with the sun. He was an expert archer, wielding his golden bow and arrows with a skill that no-one but his twin could match.

Varl - Orion

"A huntsman of great renown in Greek myth, he was a hunting companion and friend to the goddess Artemis. His death came at her hands when she was tricked into shooting him with her bow. To honor his memory, she placed him in the heavens as the constellation that bears his name."

Element: Ice

Weapon: Spear (slash damage)

Weakness: Pierce damage

Other Abilities: Buffs; Debuffs

2nd Awakening: None :(

Erend - Heracles

"A half-mortal sun of Zeus and the most acclaimed of Greek heroes, known best for his supernatural strength. His famous Twelve Labors included feats such as slaying the invulnerable Nemean Lion and regenerating Hydra, and taming Cerberus, the three-headed guard dog of the Underworld."

Element: Electric (no resistance)

Weapon: Hammer (strike damage)

Weakness: None

Other Abilities: Buffs

2nd Awakening: Hephaestus

"The Greek god of the forge and one of the Twelve Olympians. An unparalleled smith, he created nearly all of his cohorts' most famous armaments: Poseidon's trident, the helm of invisibility used by Hades, and even Zeus' mighty thunderbolts. He was assisted in his work by the Cyclopes and two living golden statues."

Zo - Polyhymnia

"One of the nine Muses of Greek mythology. The Muses were goddesses of the arts and granted divine inspiration to artists of all persuasions. Polyhymnia was the patroness of hymns, religious poetry, and sacred dances."

Element: Bless

Weapon: Bow (pierce damage)

Weakness: Curse

Other Abilities: Healing; Status Ailment Cures

2nd Awakening: Persephone

"The goddess of spring and the Queen of the Underworld. According to Greek myth, she was bound to spend half of each year in the world of the living and half in the world of the dead. The changing of seasons was said to come from her mother Demeter's grief when Persephone descended into the Underworld, and subsequent rejoicing at her return."

Kotallo - Perseus

"A hero and demigod from Greek mythology. He was exiled by an unjust king with the impossible task of slaying the Gorgon Medusa, but with the aid of winged sandals loaned to him by Hermes and a mirrored bronze shield gifted from Athena he was able to overcome the challenge and return home victorious."

Element: Wind

Weapon: Greatsword (strike damage)

Weakness: Psy

Other Abilities: Minor Healing

2nd Awakening: Aether

"One of the Protogenoi of Greek legend: the first generation of gods who preceded the Olympians and Titans. He was the sky itself personified, his body made of the pure air found on mountain tops, between clouds, and in the realm of the gods."

Beta - Iphigenia

"According to The Iliad, she was the daughter of Agamemnon, king of Mycenae. After her father offended Artemis, the goddess becalmed the seas in retaliation and prevented the navies of Greece from sailing to Troy to wage war. An oracle proclaimed that the price for fair winds would be the girl's life, offered as a sacrifice."

Element: Nuke

Weapon: None

Weakness: Fire

Other Abilities: Navi

2nd Awakening: Artemis

"One of the Twelve Olympians of Greek legend and twin sister to Apollo. She was the goddess of the hunt and mistress of all wild places and beasts, and later also became associated with the moon. She was gifted a silver bow and arrows by her uncle Hephaestus, her skill with which was unequalled by any except for her twin."

Alva - Metis

“The goddess of good council and planning. She was an advisor to Zeus during the war with the Titans for control of Olympus, and later his bride. A prophecy stated that any son she bore to Zeus would overthrow his father, just as he had done. To prevent this, he swallowed her whole.”

Element: Psy

Weapon: Bow (pierce damage)

Weakness: Wind

Other Abilities: Status Ailments; Status Ailment Cures

2nd Awakening: Minerva

“A highly revered goddess of the Roman Pantheon. Equated with the Greek goddess Athena, her domains included wisdom and strategy in warfare. She was born as a grown woman from within the skull of her father, Jupiter, clothed in full armor and wielding a spear.”

Sylens - Odysseus

"A hero from Greek mythology and the main character of The Odyssey. He was well known for being crafty and using trickery to outwit his enemies. His idea to sneak soldiers past the impenetrable walls of Troy using the Trojan Horse broke the ten year long siege on the city and secured victory for the Greek army."

Element: Curse

Weapon: Sickle (slash damage)

Weakness: Bless

Other Abilities: Debuffs; Status Ailments; Poison

2nd Awakening: Hades

"The enigmatic ruler of the Greek Underworld and lord of both the dead and the riches that dwelled there. He preferred to keep himself remote from the Olympian gods and thier affairs, so there are relatively few stories known about him. Few people dared to speak of him directly, for fear of drawing his attention."

[msweebyness]

Class of Heroes AU: Zero to Hero

I present to you the latest in my series of songfics, it’s hero time for our boy, Kimules! Enjoy, and as always, credit to @imsparky2002 and @artzychic27! We find ourselves after Kim’s first major victory!

The crowd of students stood frozen in shock and horror at the massive pile of rocks that had just descended. The hydra had been defeated, that much was true, but at what cost? The teal eyes of the youngest daughter of the sea king filled to the brim with tears, unable to see the boy she had fallen so in love with. Was Kim actually….

Suddenly, the assembled crowd gasped in terror as a clawed hand that had escaped being buried beneath the landslide began to move! Had the horrendous monster somehow survived?!

But when the claws of the terrible creature were suddenly forced open…there stood the young demigod, his clothes ripped and sporting various scratches, but very much alive. The roaring of the crowd were somehow deafened by the relieved and joyous cheers of his friends and classmates! He donned his signature lopsided grin as they crowded around him.

“Dude, you did it!”, Nino cheered, clapping his classmate on the back!

“You won by a landslide!”, Simon joked, tussling Kim’s hair with a wide grin.

“That was amazing!”, Ondine cried, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him as she rejoiced the fact that he was, overall, unharmed.

Blushing brightly, Kim looked around at the smiling faces of all his favorite people, and admitted…

“I guess…that was pretty heroic!”

Ladies, gentleman, and esteemed others…the Muses!

“From that day forward, our boy Kim could do no wrong.”, announces Clara, the leader of the five musical deities, gesturing grandly, “He was so hot, steam looked cool.”, she continues with a sly smile before hitting a rousing opening note, her chestnut-brown waves and flowing white chiton fluttering around her as she begins to twirl, her four companions beginning to move to the beat as well. Vivica, with her youthful side pony and energetic moves. Veronique, with her smart glasses and playful smile. Nadja, with her sharp pixie-cut and discerning eye. And finally, Jean-Pierre, with his smooth coiffe and welcoming grin. All dressed in the same graceful white as their leader.

Clara: Bless my soul! Kim was on a roll!

The five muses stood in a line performing flawlessly choreographed moves as a large discus to their left depicted the image of Kim racing to defeat yet another obstacle in his way.

Veronique: Taking the front page with every story that they roll!

The bespectacled muse twirled towards the front, dropping a stack of prints of Francois Prep’s school newspaper, The Daily Fae, the front page of every one depicting a color-blown image of Kim defeating some monster or thwarting some disaster.

Nadja: What a pro!

Jean-Pierre: Our Kim could stop a show!

The lone male muse pulled the screen downwards, showing Kim smiling as he signed autograph after autograph for an excited group of kids, each one wanting to be a hero just like him!

Vivica: Point him at a monster and you're talking SRO!

Keeping the beat with her hip, the youngest muse pointed off to a scene off to her right, a large, nasty-looking boar ready to charge right at our young hero!

Clara: He was a no one!

Nadja/Vivica: A zero, zero!

The ferocious creature gave a mighty roar as it prepared to charge the terrified crowd, but there was one person in the front who showed no fear, ready to meet the challenge.

Clara: Now he's a honcho!

Muses: He's a hero!

Pulling back the string of his bow, Kim remembered every pointer that Kagami had given him as he loosed the arrow towards his charging foe. It hit the boar straight in the forehead, the gargantuan monster falling, dead as a doorknob. Another win!

Veronique: Here was a kid with his act down pat!

With a high celebratory whinny from his loyal winged steed, Kim knocked foreheads with Xuppu in their signature move of celebration, before turning to meet the adoring crowd.

Nadja/Vivica: From zero to hero, in no time flat!

With a roar of fury and a flare of his flaming sideburns, Kim’s uncle, the lord of the Underworld, known rather quaintly as ‘Bob’, knocked various monstrous chess pieces off the board he used challenge his nephew. It seemed that nothing could even faze the brat!

Muses: Zero to hero!

Clara: Just like that! (snaps)

With a bright smile and a flick of her hips, Clara snaps her fingers, changing the scene to yet another crowd of fans, as the other muses pose around her.

Vivica: When he smiles, the girls go wild with oohs and aahs!

His status as a gold-star hero and his impressive physique had certainly earned Kim quite a few female admirers. He waved and gave a polite smile to the squealing girls as he made his way towards the one redhead who never left his mind. Giving her boyfriend a congratulatory kiss for his latest victory, the mermaid princess took his hand as they headed to the date they still had planned.

Veronique: Back home, they slapped that cute face on ev'ry plate and vase!

With a grin, Veronique gestures to an array of Grecian pottery, each one depicting a heroic deed by the young demigod, before she picks up one that depicts the hero with his trademark adorably lopsided grin. Nadja rolls her eyes at her companion’s pronunciation.

Nadja: I think you mean "vahse"!

With an irritated scowl, Veronique stuffs the urn over Nadja’s head, prompting Jean-Pierre to quickly step in and intro the next scene before a cat fight can break out!

Jean-Pierre: From appearance fees and royalties, our boy had cash to burn!

Lanh and Etienne, Kim’s adoptive fathers couldn’t have been prouder of their son if they tried!…And the massive, almost palatial countryside manor he had bought them with his new influx of funds certainly didn’t hurt!

Clara: Now the heroes’ golden standard, all you others, you just watch and learn!

The rest of the folks from Kim’s hometown were feeling mighty foolish as they watched the televised unveiling of the large bronze statue of the boy. If only they had been a bit more understanding…

Nadja/Veronique/Vivica: Say amen!

Jean-Pierre: There he goes again!

The muses all point to the scene at their left, with Kim sending a monstrous lion flying with a well-placed right hook followed by a roundhouse kick.

Veronique: Sweet and undefeated!

Nadja: And an awesome 10 for 10!

The muses stand in a line smiling brightly as each of them holds up a sign with a large, bold ‘X’. No one could kick monster ass like Kim!

Vivica: Folks line up, just to watch him flex!

In a crowded arena, an assembled array of students and fans laughed and cheered raucously as the demigod lifted Prince Adrien of Corona and Prince Nathaniel of Kurtz in one flexed arm, with inventor Max Kanté and former street rat Alix Kubdel in the other.

Veronique: And this perfect package packs a pair of pretty pecs!

Veronique pulls a new screen into view, showing a shelf of magazines, which featured Kim’s long awaited and coveted workout routine, quickly emptied within a minute. Most people may not be able to get up to his level, but they were sure willing to try!

Clara: Kimmy, he comes, he sees, he conquers!

Leaping onto Xuppu’s back, Kim made short work of an attacking flock of Stymphalian Birds, slicing their brass-like feathers apart before knocking them out of the sky, to the roaring cheers of the local populace.

Nadja: Honey, the crowds were going bonkers!

When the young demigod was being honored yet again for saving a town from a ferocious beastie, no one in the crowd was cheering louder or crazier than all his friends, standing front and center!

Veronique: He showed the moxie, heart, and spunk!

The scene changes to Corona’s first releasing of the lanterns since the prince’s joyous return! Unfortunately, a monstrous serpent, courtesy of the God of Death, had decided to crash the party, but with a quick grab to the neck and a good thrashing by Kim, it slunk back to the depths, whimpering all the way. (He didn’t kill it because it would have upset his girlfriend!)

Jean-Pierre: From zero to hero!

Vivica: A major hunk!

The youngest muse giggled as she held up a TeenZine that depicted an image of the hero flexing on the cover, which many young ladies had likely spent time squealing over.

Muses: Zero to hero!

Clara: And who'da thunk?

With a rousing blow of the trumpet, the muses engage in an energetic dance break, clapping their tambourines against their hands as they move in a lively jig.

Clara: Who put the glad in gladiator?

Choir: Kimules!

Every single one of Kim’s classmates in the heroism courses were no match for the demigod as he quickly trounced all of them in a matter of moments. (While praising them for a good effort! What can I say, he’s a nice guy!)

Veronique: Whose daring deeds are great theater?

Choir: Kimules!

Veronique moves her comedy mask away from her face as she shows the audience a stage where a play (written and produced by Jean, of course, a gift for Kim’s birthday) depicting the demigod’s greatest feats of heroism was being put on!

Vivica: Isn't he bold?!

Choir: No one braver!

Nadja: Is he sweet?

Choir: Our fav'rite flavor!

Kim shared a fist bump with Denise as they celebrated the official release of GameGod, their trademarked new energy drink, brewed with organic Olympus nectar and cherry XP points for an extra powerful boost!

Choir: Kimules, Kimules...

Choir: Bless my soul, Kim was on a roll!

Muses: Undefeated!

In the next scene, Kim was charged all at once by a Minotaur, a gryphon and a gorgon, but with three well-timed punches, the monsters landed in a crumpled heap on top of one another.

Choir: Riding high!

Clara: And the nicest guy!

The muses (and audience) cooed as Kim pulled a tree branch down, gently plucking the rattled kitten from the leaves and returning it to a very grateful little girl.

Muses: Not conceited!

The boy blushed modestly as a flurry of reporters asked questions and snapped pictures after his later act of bravery. He would probably never get used to all the positive attention.

Nadja: He was a nothin'!

Choir: A zero, zero!

Clara: Now he's a honcho!

Choir: He's our hero!

An erupting volcano was no big whoop as Kim plugged it up with a massive boulder, sparing the residents of the surrounding town months of repairs!

Veronique: He hits the heights at breakneck speed!

Backed by the cheers of his friends, Kim leaped onto Xuppu once more as he went to answer the latest distress call the school had received. A hero’s work is never done! (He totally wasn’t blushing from the ‘Good Luck’ peck on the cheek he’d received from Ondine, no sir!)

Jean-Pierre: From zero to hero!

Vivica: Our Kim is a hero!

Bob slammed his head down onto a table as he screamed in rage for the fifth time that day, his imp minions cowering in fear over in the corner.

Muses: Now he's a hero~…

Clara: Yes indeed!

With a wink to the audience, Clara closes out the song before an image of Kim striking his signature heroic pose overtakes the view.

And there it was my fine people! This one was a task to figure out but I’m proud of it! Coming up next, Adripunzel wants to know one thing: When will his life begin? Stay tuned!

[noah4449]

some random bozo shares her masterforce hcs/probably also a au idea cuz he’s bored ig

(SPOILERS FOR THOSE THAT HAVEN’T WATCHED THE JAPANESE G1 SHOWS YET SO READ IF YOU WISH)

MIGHT UPDATE THIS FROM TIME TO TIME BUT IT’S JUST WHAT IT IS LOL

yeah as the title suggests it’s just me being bored so

it’s not really the whole shipping shtick as some other people do and it’s more or less me wanting to dump my thoughts and such so here we go

-the transtectors that the headmaster juniors and godmasters use for both sides were sentient beforehand, or in the case of the headmaster juniors, were created for cyberdroids on planet master, in particular goshooter was made for jack from headmasters before his demise, overlord meanwhile was a decepticon warlord that ended up getting put into stasis lock sometime during the timeskip between season one of the jap g1 show and season 2 aka transformers 2010 or the movie.

-godbomber has it’s own seperate intelligence from god ginrai, personality wise basically springer but snarkiness toned down a bit

-mostly because we can’t have a transformers show without the starscream trope, overlord wants to basically take over whatever devil z’s planning and rejoin the main decepticon forces in space, but can’t really do much cuz AHEM married couple momento

-after the end of super god masterforce and sometime between victory, buster and hydra actually end up being split from their transtector bodies via some weird ass scifi experiment courtesy of deathsaurus or whatever, with their transtector bodies gaining their personalities, albeit without a sibling relationship

-scorponok actually did end up surviving the destruction of blackzarak after devil z took over his body, but in a fitting act of karma for the stunts he pulled during headmasters, got captured by the autobots and imprisoned.

-the other decepticon pretenders from the 1988 toyline were also apart of dauros group when they ended up on earth thousands of years ago, but never really got a chance to do much cause well, they’re dead jim.

-the decepticon forces in space aren’t under the control of blackzarak, but rather a trio of soundblaster, cyclonus, and scourge

-turtler had a robot mode like his toy, but got modelocked into his turtle form mostly as a punishment for failing devil z after a undisclosed mission

-the seacon drones do have their american counterparts personalities, but they’ve been cloned so many fucking times they got NO sparks so..

-buster and hydra’s transtectors also are able to combine with leozack, hellbat and guyhawk and needlenose (a double targetmaster fyi) to turn into a combiner named stormrunner, of course being a combiner he’s dumb as a sack of rocks, but basically powerful as heck, spinster having a helicopter alt mode does join in to form a replacement limb or turn into a weapon a la the seacons but it’s rather rare though

might add more eventually but idk lol

[jen-with-a-pen]

MA’AM! ESCUSE ME!

what is Foxhunt 👀👀👀

I just stared when I read that, like, I need to know more pls 🥺

You're Excused 😋😈

Foxhunt is a lil piece of work I've been chipping away at that was inspired by Day 2 of Whumptober, which was Cornered/Caged/Confrontation. I never got around to releasing it then due to finishing school, so I thought it might be my Feb fic release! I was very inspired by @lunarbuck's delicious series Reset set in a Hydra Victory!AU and before I knew it, this little bastard was born.

I wanted to play with how Hydra could regain control of Bucky and send him on a rampage to find and take hostages and, unfortunately, reader happens to be at the wrong place and wrong time.

Here's a snippet just for you 😁

Oh also here's a live pic of me writing this and currently revising:

OH and I simply cannot forget the playlist I used while writing this:

[stony-ao3-feed]

Diaries Of Project 808

Read it on AO3

by All_Outta_Therapy

Steven Grant Rogers, is an Ex-captain of the US army, struggling with the realization that his life will never be the same. Once known as the soldier who led humanity to victory against Thanos' assault on mankind, now stood within the lobby of a hospital, waiting for yet another doctor to tell him his body isn't responding to treatment.

While in the midst of dealing with his physical decline as sickness ravaged his body, Steve receives the news that his brother Bucky was reported missing in action during his latest reconnaissance and assumed dead. After having to break the news to his dear mother, the ex-captain is confronted by a SHIELD representative, who introduces himself as agent Phil Coulson and presents Steve with a proposition.

Take his brother's place in Project 808- (aka, the Avatar program). A mission set to change life as they knew it.

When Steve accepts, he isn't expecting much to come out of sending a sick man across space in pursuit of a new world, much less for him to meet a Pandora native with a whip-smart mouth and a dangerously brilliant mind. Or to fall madly in love with everything about the insanely brazen, and wildly scintillating man of another species.

Words: 4100, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Avatar - Fandom

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, M/M, Multi

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Nick Fury, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Ho Yinsen

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts & Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov & Tony Stark, Clint Barton & Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes & Tony Stark, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner & Clint Barton & Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Tony Stark & Thor

Additional Tags: avatar AU, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark Friendship, Tony Stark-centric, Steve Rogers-centric, Pepper Potts & Tony Stark Friendship, Hurt Tony Stark, Hurt/Comfort, Unrequited Love, One-Sided James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark - Freeform, But he works through it and cares for tony no matter what, Hydra (Marvel), Protective Steve Rogers, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Natasha Romanov & Tony Stark Friendship, Steve Rogers Fights For Pandora, Tony Stark is Not Iron Man, yet - Freeform, Tony Stark Has Issues, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting, Avatar the blue people, Tony Stark Is Na'Vi, James Rhodey Rhodes is Na'Vi, Pepper Potts is Na'Vi, Steve Rogers is an Avatar Driver, Friends to Lovers, Drama & Romance, more tags to be added later, No Beta Reader But I May Need One, Ho Yinsen Helps Tony, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers Are Brothers, An'Tone is Tonys Na'Vi Name, james cameron avatar, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug

Read it on AO3

[observeroflaplace]

Grail War AU 2

Clash

Standing atop a many-headed beast, a stocky figure clad head to toe in armour, save for bare her left leg, peers down at her foe. Her monstrous steed, clearly not of this world, beats its wings to remain airborn despite its size and clear ferocity.

Her foe glares up at her. She is a tall woman with short, braided hair and golden regalia reminiscent of the Roman imperial armour, accented by a bright red cape. Cavalry sabre and shield in hand, the surface of the water ripples beneath her despite supporting her weight.

“Interesting.” The warrior mounting the demonic beast mused; 15 snarling faces of her steed glaring at her foe as a predator sizing up its prey.

“You are blessed by water it seems. A trait not unheard of, but a rarity nonetheless. Perhaps you have shown your hand, Saber.”

‘Saber’ scoffs.

“You are no closer to comprehending my greatness for it.”

“And you, no closer to reaching me. Without your trump card, what hope does a servant summoned to the Saber class have of reaching me in the heavens?”

With haughty irritation, Saber points her blade towards her foe. With the distinctly resounding bang of a ship’s cannon, a burst of golden light bursts forth from her blade towards the offending beast’s wings, in order to ground its rider.

Though supernaturally nimble, not least due to the inhuman skill of its rider, the great beast is unable to evade entirely; though rather than tear through its wing, the armoured woman guides the winged monster such that its hide is grazed and not struck head on.

Saber’s assault continues; an onslaught of magical radiant blasts, suppressing the movements of even the supernaturally swift monster and rider. Still, though three of the 15 faces of the monstrous mount are seared away by burning radiance, several heads lunge with gnashing fangs and stretching necks, akin to great serpents, the hydra, or even dragons.

Saber is caught momentarily off-guard, barely fending off the many vicious maws seeking to tear her apart with her blade and hoplite. As the beast begins to reach her armour however, Saber shines a brief but intense flicker of red, and she smiles.

“Very well, master.”

Golden light erupts from the taller woman’s body, enveloping her in a blinding pillar. Such was the intensity and sheer force that the monster’s heads were forced away and burned to ash and mana. Still, the monster possessed awareness through faces on its scorched wings, and took flight for what appeared to be the rider’s desperate attempt to retreat and counterattack.

The scope of this attack, capable of razing a fortress and the forces within would not allow such an easy escape.

[Victoria Brittanica - Embodiment of Promised Victory]

Saber gathers the flowing magical energies freely surging from within her through her blade, holding it high. With a great one-handed swing, she brings it down in a vertical arc; wherein the concentrated mana explodes outwards, parting the lake for a time and engulfing the fleeing rider and beast.

With a bright flash and the gradual flow of displaced waters finally returning to place, Saber slumps in momentary exhaustion, catching her breath. The attack, though certainly fatal, not only exposed her true identity, but also greatly taxed her and her master’s reserves of magical energy.

Yet, to her horror, her foe stood before her, in what little remained of the parted lake’s bed that had not yet been reclaimed. The woman’s armour had changed, with a burned greave depicting wings and a few small mask motifs now on her formerly bare leg, and her helm briefly floating above her, as the grotesque face of a beheaded demon.

“It appears you win this round, Saber. However, know that an empire of recent history is nothing before a king of the age of gods.”

Taking advantage of Saber’s evident exhaustion, the other woman and her leering companion vanish into glittering particles of mana, and the water displaced by the final blow swallows their former foothold.

In the distance, gazing at the scene through binoculars, a tall and lean man with dark hair scowls. He grips his fist in frustration, revealing the faded red brand; one of three command seals wasted.

[dramatisperscnae]

MCU-SPECIFIC

Verse: After the Equinox Mainverse, canon-divergent: ignores everything after Endgame. Bucky has mostly recovered his sense of self, though he still has his bad days and some of the conditioning he went through will probably never fully fade. He’s not a part of the Avengers, but he does lend a hand when asked; right now he’s just trying to find his own way.

Verse: Infinite Eclipse canon divergent, ignores everything after Infinity War. After Thanos’s victory, Bucky is left to try and help pick up the pieces of a devastated Earth.

Verse: The Coming Spring post-TWS. Winter is off the grid, avoiding recognition, and searching for answers.

Verse: Deepest Winter Zimniy Soldat. Pre-movies During his days with the Soviets and Hydra, the Soldier is their best asset, little more than a ghost story, and one of the deadliest assassins in the world.

Verse: As Autumn Turns WWII, before his fall from Zola’s train. Sergeant Barnes is an outstanding soldier on his own, an incredible sniper, and a much-welcome addition to the Howling Commandos when they’re formed by Captain America.

Verse: Summer Gone By Pre-war New York. Bucky Barnes seems to spend a good portion of his life trying - and often failing - to keep Steve Rogers out of trouble.

COMICS/AU VERSES

Verse: Solstice Shielded MCU BuckyCap. Bucky Barnes has taken up the shield in place of Steve Rogers and become Captain America. Whether this is a good or bad thing remains to be seen. More Info Here.

Verse: Midwinter’s Turning Winter Soldier AU 1991. The Winter Soldier has gone rogue after his final mission, the assassination of Howard and Maria Stark. Hunted by Hydra, with no idea as to his true identity, he is simply a ghost wandering the world seeking identity and purpose. More Info Here.

Verse: Winter’s Bite vampire!Bucky ‘Verse In creating the Winter Soldier and trying to recreate the Super Soldier Serum for that purpose, Arnim Zola accidentally gave Hydra a vampiric assassin. So far they’ve been able to control him without undo effort, but it remains to be seen if that will last. More Info Here.

Verse: To Everything There Is A Season Generic Modern ‘Verse Bucky Barnes, circa now-ish. Possibilities include college student, Army sergeant, police officer, and just about anything else I can throw in here. Details in this post.

[ao3feed-stony]

Diaries Of Project 808

by All_Outta_Therapy

Steven Grant Rogers, is an Ex-captain of the US army, struggling with the realization that his life will never be the same. Once known as the soldier who led humanity to victory against Thanos' assault on mankind, now stood within the lobby of a hospital, waiting for yet another doctor to tell him his body isn't responding to treatment.

While in the midst of dealing with his physical decline as sickness ravaged his body, Steve receives the news that his brother Bucky was reported missing in action during his latest reconnaissance and assumed dead. After having to break the news to his dear mother, the ex-captain is confronted by a SHIELD representative, who introduces himself as agent Phil Coulson and presents Steve with a proposition.

Take his brother's place in Project 808- (aka, the Avatar program). A mission set to change life as they knew it.

When Steve accepts, he isn't expecting much to come out of sending a sick man across space in pursuit of a new world, much less for him to meet a Pandora native with a whip-smart mouth and a dangerously brilliant mind. Or to fall madly in love with everything about the insanely brazen, and wildly scintillating man of another species.

Words: 4100, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Avatar - Fandom

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, M/M, Multi

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Nick Fury, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Ho Yinsen

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts & Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov & Tony Stark, Clint Barton & Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes & Tony Stark, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner & Clint Barton & Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Tony Stark & Thor

Additional Tags: avatar AU, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark Friendship, Tony Stark-centric, Steve Rogers-centric, Pepper Potts & Tony Stark Friendship, Hurt Tony Stark, Hurt/Comfort, Unrequited Love, One-Sided James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark - Freeform, But he works through it and cares for tony no matter what, Hydra (Marvel), Protective Steve Rogers, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Natasha Romanov & Tony Stark Friendship, Steve Rogers Fights For Pandora, Tony Stark is Not Iron Man, yet - Freeform, Tony Stark Has Issues, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting, Avatar the blue people, Tony Stark Is Na'Vi, James Rhodey Rhodes is Na'Vi, Pepper Potts is Na'Vi, Steve Rogers is an Avatar Driver, Friends to Lovers, Drama & Romance, more tags to be added later, No Beta Reader But I May Need One, Ho Yinsen Helps Tony, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers Are Brothers, An'Tone is Tonys Na'Vi Name, james cameron avatar, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45416974

[bedlamsbard]

I for one would LOVE to hear about That Man's opinion on the Sokovia Accords, and any other blends of the real world into marvelverse as you have time and space for

Donald Trump is the horrifying combination of anti-Accords, anti-Captain America, and anti-Iron Man. I have THOUGHTS on this.

Okay, so CACW takes place in 2016, yes? which was a horrifying enough election year IRL, but in the Marvel Cinematic Universe we're looking at a scenario where I have postulated that Matthew Ellis is the Democratic candidate. Ellis was elected in 2012 after Barack Obama dropped out of the 2012 race post-Battle of New York as a result of pressure from the World Security Council; my best estimate is that Ellis takes Joe Biden's place as Obama's vice president in the 2008 election (apologies to our Irish Catholic granddad, we can probably safely assume he's still a senator in this AU) and coasts to electoral victory on a wave of post-BONY patriotism. (see my hard-hitting investigative journalism on who was president during the Battle of New York. George W. Bush was president during the events of IM1, we can assume that all real world presidents prior to Ellis served as usual, a.k.a. FDR was president during CATFA, Bill Clinton was president during Captain Marvel and the BW prologue -- actually, we know Clinton was president, because we see him in the BW credits, same with a few others.)

For better or worse -- worse, as it turns out -- Ellis's administration becomes closely linked to Tony Stark and James Rhodes, since Tony and Rhodey very publicly save his life during the events of IM3 and are responsible for his VP (Rodriguez, no first name that I'm aware of) being arrested for treason and probably other nasty stuff. Four months after that, the events of CATWS go down, and while Ellis is quoted in Steve's Smithsonian exhibit with the "Welcome Back" wall bannerand thus they presumably met, Steve is not closely associated with Matthew Ellis in the same way that Tony Stark is. Steve is also closely associated with a major blow to the American intelligence apparatus, the deaths of most of the World Security Council, the destruction of SHIELD, the "death" of Nick Fury, the disgrace and death of Alexander Pierce, and the arrests of a number of major American politicians, including Senator Stern of Pennsylvania. We know from CATWS that Ellis himself was a target of Project Insight; I have also postulated that the Hydra reveal had a major effects on his administration, including either the arrest or the resignation of his original Secretary of State. Thaddeus Ross got the SecState position not because he was Ellis's original pick, but because post-CATWS (or possibly post-AoU), he was able to leverage his previous experience with the Hulk and other recipients of the super soldier serum to be politically useful.

Ellis has to be in favor of the Sokovia Accords because his SecState is running the show -- in theory the Accords will be administered by a UN panel, in actual practice, as we see in CACW and BW, the intent is for either the American SecState in general or Thaddeus Ross specifically to have sole control over the Avengers. Less than ideal by anyone's standards. Pre-Accords, no one knows how this is going to shake out.

Let's go back to how Donald Trump hates Steve Rogers, like, so much. The feeling is mutual. I'm pretty sure Trump personally knew, or at least met, Tony Stark pre-Iron Man, because they would have been in some of the same social circles: those personalities are going to clash. That's not going to go over well. Trump probably made overtures to Steve because CAPTAIN AMERICA! we love America! what's more great for America than the Greatest Generation! only uh. it's Steve. and Trump pre- (and post-) 2016 is everything Steve Rogers hates. sure, he's a great piece of American propaganda, but he grew up as a poor second generation immigrant son of a single mother with significant health issues during the Great Depression. that didn't go away when he got the serum and it certainly didn't go away when he got out of the ice! so Steve probably rebuffed the initial overtures politely, but he did rebuff them, and Trump, hmm, doesn't handle that sort of thing real well. so then a big part of That Man's campaign turned into the "fuck Captain America" tour with a side of "fuck the Avengers," playing heavily into the damage done during the events of Phase 1 and Phase 2.

Which Ellis's campaign was probably also doing, but more circumspectly because Matthew Ellis is an actual politician and he's politically linked to two of the ten Avengers (Tony and Rhodey); Tony's also the one with the most obvious "pull." Steve's got some but Steve doesn't actually want to use it.

So on the one hand, if Ellis is pro-Avengers and pro-Accords, but in a "they should be controlled but we need them" sort of way, then his main opponent is going to not be in favor of either. In 2016 Trump does want the Avengers controlled (so he can have personal pull over the two Avengers he hates the most, Tony and Steve; he's probably also not fond of many of the others! like, Natasha and Wanda are both women and immigrants...). But he doesn't want them controlled by a UN panel, he wants them controlled by the United States of America. You don't let THE UNITED NATIONS give orders to CAPTAIN AMERICA. The Avengers are mostly made up of American citizens, they include some fine pieces of American engineering; this is America's business. So that's his focus on the Accords leading up to CACW.

CACW itself is a political disaster for Matthew Ellis and almost certainly flipped the election for him -- it goes so horrifically badly for him even if he got the "victory" of the Accords passing that there's basically no way to recover from it, though presumably he tried in the months between May and November 2016. The events of BW and the Raft breakout during those months put the nail in the coffin of Ellis's reelection campaign. Trump spends that time beating Ellis's failure to control the Avengers into the ground, along with personal insults about Tony's incompetence as a superhero and Steve's disloyalty as an American, etc. etc., along with all the other stuff from his 2016 campaign. Absolute disaster for everyone on every level.

(Ross manages to skate through into Trump's administration -- since we know he's there in IW in 2018; I think he's addressed as "Mr. Secretary" there but can't check rn -- because he's a slippery son of a bitch and probably manages to parlay his Hulk experience, his hardheadedness in going after Natasha Romanoff, and tbh probably the fact that his nickname is Thunderbolt Ross into a cabinet position. (We've all heard the speculation that Jim Mattis got the real world SecDef position because his nickname is Mad Dog Mattis, right?) It's possible that in IW he's no longer SecState and is in fact running that UN panel, but I think that table of people we see has U.S. military uniforms at it and Rhodey specifically refers to potentially being court-martialed.)

presumably there are no Avengers-level disasters between 2016 and 2018 (we know the events of Spider-Man Homecoming and Ant-Man and the Wasp take place then, but they're not "call the team out" big), which is probably the only thing that keeps the whole disaster from going up in flames before then. the fact that no one can catch Steve or the other rogue Avengers must be driving That Man crazy and he probably went on some vicious Twitter rants about that.

and then, in my heart of hearts, he gets snapped in 2018.

I am sorry for making you think about Donald Trump's political views but at least they aren't his actual real world ones (horrifying).