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writerlyhabits · 3 years ago

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The Office Christmas Party

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 8.6k

Summary: Your co-worker makes a snide comment about your relationship status, and Bucky is having none of it. But he might be just a little too eager to volunteer to be your fake boyfriend for the office Christmas party in order to prove her wrong. (Written for this request)

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ only. Swearing, so many pet names, soft passionate sex cause Bucky is just a sweetheart, reader is intrigued by his facial hair, oral (male and female receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex (be careful everyone, lets be responsible), a hint of a praise kink cause I can’t help myself, they laugh during sex I think it’s cute sue me, I can’t think of anything else but please let me know if I forgot something!

AN: I… I want one, that’s all I have to say for myself. I did this with neighbor Bucky after tfatws because that’s my go-to 😂 This has no tie to my Neighbors series, I just am a sucker for neighbor!Bucky. I think it makes for an easy, logical meet-cute of sorts with the reader 🤷‍♀️ Thanks as always to @deceiverofgodss for being there to help with this late night booty call fic when I was stuck 💖

“This okay?” You looked up from the kitchen counter as you were organizing your necessities into a small clutch purse to find Bucky stepping into your apartment, clad in an all-black suit, the top couple buttons on his shirt undone and two different ties in his hand. The suit fit him well, his arms filling out the sleeves very nicely, and the leather lapels on the blazer made for quite an appealing contrast. He’d let his hair get a little bit longer after everything had gone down with the flag smashers, and he swept it back nicely, his incoming beard trimmed and neat. You didn’t try to hide the way your eyes raked over his whole figure, admiring everything he had on display.

“Holy shit James.” He looked like something out of a dream. You had to physically turn away from him to avoid revealing yourself when a waft of his cologne hit you, and it was divine. “I have to go change my dress.”

“What? Why? You look good,” he called after you, but you were already shutting your bedroom door behind you, quick to yank the cocktail dress from your body.

“If you’re going to look like that, I have to up my game. Otherwise, none of this will matter,” you shouted back, frantically searching through your closet to find something that looked compatible with the eye candy in your living room. Tonight was going to be a little trickier than you thought.

You’d come home from work one afternoon, fuming at your coworker’s audacity, and Bucky had been quick to notice.

“She gets a boyfriend, and all of a sudden the only thing she thinks needs prioritizing are the couples events at the office Christmas party,” you explained as he sat across from you, happy to listen. “I was already dreading going, but now that I’ll be stuck in the corner by myself the whole night makes it super tempting.”

“Oh come on, watching a bunch of other couples rub it in your face doesn’t sound fun?” He’d laughed, and you could tell he was trying to lift your mood as best he could. “This is Cathy, isn’t it? The one who fucked up the last office party?”

“Yeah, cause nobody tells her no. And when I tried to, and she immediately made a snide comment about how of course the singles don’t understand,” you mocked, and Bucky’s demeanor straightened a bit. “And I have no leg to stand on with that one, but I just wish I could stick it to her, prove her wrong.”

“So do it,” he offered, a half-whisper accompanied by a mischievous grin. “Who’s to say you don’t have a boyfriend?” You simply cocked an eyebrow at him, because he knew that answer. “She doesn’t get to say shit like that to you. Come on, take your very attractive boyfriend from next door, we’ll prove her wrong.”

“Are you volunteering to be my fake boyfriend for an office Christmas party?”

“It’ll be more fun with me and you know it. Cause trouble, show her up… We’re gonna knock it out of the park, let’s do it.”

Now that you were actually facing him the night of the party, having stepped out of your bedroom in a tighter, darker colored dress… you weren’t so confident you could handle it. Watching his eyes travel from your heels up your body before meeting your gaze with a warm smile made you want to run your hands through his styled hair.

“How’s this one?” you asked, acting like you didn’t watch his reaction.

“You look great, doll,” he sighed, unable to stop himself from taking another look. “I- you look really great.” This time he let out a nervous laugh as his gaze turned back to the ties still in his hands. Tossing one on the counter, he started to wrap the one in the same shade as your dress around his neck. “This one it is.”

“Okay, let’s run through the story one more time,” Bucky started, turning towards you in the passenger seat as you made your way to the party. “We’ve been dating for three months-”

“Four months,” you interjected. “That’s when we went to the Smithsonian.”

“That was four months ago? Already?” You laughed as you watched him furrow his brows, thinking back on the day he’d taken you to see the Captain America exhibit, not knowing how else to tell you after too many weeks of awkward interactions that left something to be desired. “Alright, four months ago, I asked you out to the Smithsonian.”

“We got dinner on the way back, I invited you in, and the rest is history,” you finished, the story only slightly inaccurate. You picked up a pizza on the way back, and invited him in to keep talking about… well, him, and what all that entailed. You both thought it best to keep it as close to the truth as possible, making it easier to remember and to keep the details accurate.

“There’s one more thing we haven’t talked about,” Bucky piped up after a moment, shifting in his seat a little nervously. You hummed, tilting your head in his direction to acknowledge him. “What are we doing about mistletoe? You know it’s going to be everywhere.”

“I- it’s a work party.”

“Yeah, with friends and partners and spouses; and Cathy, who’s probably eager to suck face in front of everyone. There’s gonna be mistletoe” he elaborated, and you couldn’t help but snort a laugh at his reasoning. He looked at you and you caught him biting his lip out of the corner of your eye, playing with the hair under his lip, a habit he’d picked up as he let it get longer. After a moment, he continued. “I don’t want to cross a line, so if that’s not something you want to do, that’s okay. But we’ll need an excuse for it now so it doesn’t look weird should the time come.”

If that’s not something you want to do…. meaning that he- No, you had to stop yourself from looking into the details. Bucky was a friend willing to help you out, that’s it. But all the same, he was putting something out on the table you’d thought about for a long time, and it was possibly the most tempting thing you knew you shouldn’t accept.

“I’m okay with that. Maybe even without mistletoe.” What were you saying? “I mean, if’s it’s going to make it feel more real, you know what I mean?” You tried finishing with a shrug, to make it seem like your heart wasn’t pounding against your chest.

“Yeah, okay,” he said softly, nodding with a hint of a smile on his lips. “When… what’s the boundary? When is an okay time to do it?” Of course Bucky was being a perfect gentleman, needing to know when he was allowed to kiss you when just the thought of it was rendering you a mess.

“Just, whenever feels natural,” you replied, glancing over at him, waiting for some kind of response or reaction. “If that’s okay with you?”

“I- yeah. Natural… I can do that.” He licked his lips as he kept smiling at you, and you quickly turned your attention back to the road before you got yourself in any more trouble than you already had. This was going to be a long night…

A burst of hellos erupted as you and Bucky walked into the party on your department’s floor, his gloved hand laced in yours as you walked in practically shoulder to shoulder. You raised the hand that held your purse in a brief wave, navigating yourselves further into the room. After making it through the crowd to find your cubicle, locking away the things you didn’t want to carry all night due to your dress’s only downfall – a lack of pockets – the two of you jumped headfirst into the center of the room, ready to begin the night.

Your floor of the office building was beautifully decorated, strands of tinsel and garland wrapped around the columns and cubicle walls, string lights everywhere gave the room a warm feeling, and there was a larger than necessary Christmas tree in the corner, visible to the entire city through the large windows that lined the walls. Cathy might have been horrible at the games and entertainment for these things, but she knew how to decorate.

“I didn’t realize your office was so fancy,” Bucky poked as he took a look around.

“It’s easy to look over when I’m banging my head against the desk doing my paperwork.” He let out a deep belly laugh at your comment, his hand easily slipping to the small of your back.

“There you are! And this must be the elusive boyfriend,” a voice called, shattering your fun as you turned to find a woman with a disgustingly large fake smile on her face. “You didn’t tell us he was so handsome.”

“Cathy,” you smiled unenthusiastically, already tired of the interaction. Bucky, however, was quick to respond, his left hand slinking around your waist and pulling you in closer as he reached his other out to shake her hand.

“I’m James, I’ve heard a lot about you,” he smiled, and only you could see through his expression to know his shit-eating grin from his genuine one.

“How funny, I can’t say the same about you?” She quipped, cocking her head to the side, not even trying to hide her intentions at this point.

“I’m not surprised, my babygirl likes to keep things private.” He promptly placed a kiss on your temple, looking down at you with too much adoration in his eyes to be allowed. The nickname made your knees weak, and you wanted to do whatever it took to have him call you that again. “But I have heard a lot about your guy, I feel like I already know him. Is he tagging along soon?”

“He um… well, he actually had other plans tonight,” she admitted, quickly losing her steam. Your brows shot up, and you made an effort to turn them to ones of concern, fighting hard to keep the corners of your lips from turning up.

“That’s a shame, he’s going to miss out on all the fun couples activities I’ve heard you have planned.”

“Who are you going to partner up with on those? Can’t have you sitting out during your own party,” you asked, hoping desperately that the tone of your voice sounded at least a little sympathetic.

“We’ll… see what happens.” She gave you a pained smile as she glanced down at her hands. You were about to dismiss yourselves and save her from anymore tormenting when Bucky opened his mouth.

“I guess I’ll just have to meet him at the next one then?” You watched in delight as she gave the two of you a tight-lipped smile and the smallest nod you’d ever seen, before moving to pester another of your coworkers. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you turned to tuck yourself into Bucky’s chest and started giggling uncontrollably. “You could have looked a little less amused,” he teased.

“We didn’t even have to do anything, she’s already falling apart,” you said in a hushed tone as you looked up at him, wrapping your arms around his middle to mirror his hold on you, his hands running up and down your back softly.

“Alright, we don’t know if they’re having problems, or if they’re even together still, that’s not nice to joke about,” he deadpanned, and for a second you almost took him seriously. “It’s going to be hard enough when she finds out how much her games suck cause she can’t play ‘em,” he laughed, trying not to but failing miserably.

“You were right, this is fun,” you smiled after the two of you had gotten over your giggles. You couldn’t help but lean into him, your hands sliding up to his chest, going to smooth out his lapels to make an excuse for it. You looked back up to find him watching you, and you smiled softly. “Thanks for coming with me.”

“Anytime, baby,” he said sweetly, his hands coming to still at the small of your back. He gave you a smirk before one of his hands came to your hip, the other giving a light tap just under your waist…. as if he’d planned it for somewhere else and changed his mind. “Come on, I think you said there were snacks, and I plan to clean them out.”

You and Bucky were naturals. Which should have been very telling, but you did your best not to think about it in the moment. For a man who preferred keeping to himself, coming over to have you alone as company with a movie or even just to read his book, he had become the life of the party. He talked and joked with your coworkers like they were old friends, and seemed to have you down to a ‘T’ as he improvised surprisingly accurate aspects of your “relationship.”

The two of you continued to banter like you always did, but there was a different kind of intimacy to it when he would wrap himself around you to relate your change of outfit for the evening.

“She did too! She put herself together so nicely, she looked beautiful, and then second-guessed herself at the last second,” Bucky had started when your co-worker’s husband had talked about her current look being outfit number four. You rolled your eyes.

“You dressed yourself far better than I was going to, I would’ve looked out of place.” He shifted you in his arms so that he could look down to catch your gaze, your soft glare being met with his warm smile.

“You would make a floursack look good, sweetheart. But then you walked out in this dress…” he paused to close his eyes and bunch his eyebrows together, humming in exaggerated approval, earning a couple of chuckles from the rest of the group. He looked back down at you with those blue eyes that held too much emotion for his own good, taking in your features before he continued. “I would have waited through your entire closet three times over if it meant you felt as pretty as you are.”

His words made you glad he was holding you upright, giving you the perfect opportunity to lean into him and smile bashfully as he landed a kiss on your cheek. And it filled you with a strange sense of pride to watch the other man reconsider his comment, holding his wife a little tighter, evident on his face that he was taking notes.

Now the two of you were sitting back at your desk, observing everything over the short walls, and purposefully avoiding the horrible couples games being played. He was sitting against your desk, his legs spread far enough apart for you to take your spot between them. You had one arm crossed over your chest with a drink in the other as you leaned against him, one of his hands on your waist while the two of you made fun of people together.

“I enjoyed talking to Megan, I really did… but is the Christmas sweater really necessary?” He asked, making you giggle as you both watched her from afar. “She kept putting her hands above her head to make the tree, and wouldn’t stop complaining about the different pieces… Watch, she’s going to do it again.” Sure enough, you watched her grab the star and make herself into a tree, reducing the two of you to laughter.

“You two lovebirds don’t want to join in on the fun?” Cathy asked as she maneuvered her way through the rows of cubicles, having to make a point to come and talk to you. Which was exactly why you sat where you did. “We’re about to start the ornament relay!” Bucky looked to you with his shit-eating grin, so graciously allowing you to take the lead on this one.

“Oh, that one sounds like it’ll be entertaining to watch,” you smiled, reaching your free hand out to rest on Bucky’s thigh, catching his attention. “We’re pretty comfortable over here though.” Cathy opened her mouth to rebuttal, but your partner in crime was quick on his toes.

“I’m sure you know how it is, sometimes it’s nice to just sit off to the side with your person and enjoy their company,” he said sweetly, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “That’s why I was kind of surprised to hear you’d planned couples games. I feel like these kinds of events do better with games for everyone, have a little co-worker competition.” Oh, he was wonderful.

“That’s what I was going to say in the meeting last week!” You refrained from adding ‘before I was so rudely cut-off,’ but you had to keep your cool and at least act like you were the bigger person. “Even James and I, I mean we have fun working together for those kinds of games, but-”

“But it’s so much more fun when I win,” he snarked, earning a light smack to his chest that made him snicker, his arms circling around you to pull you in close enough so he could rest his chin on your shoulder.

“You make a fair point,” Cathy admitted, attempting to laugh with the two of you. “I’ll keep that in mind for the next one.” She continued making her way past you, quick to dismiss herself before your menace of a companion could torture her any longer, looking to find her next victim.

“You think she’s jealous?” you asked after a second. You feel him lift his chin off your shoulder to place a kiss on the bare skin there, sitting up straighter to allow you to lean back into his chest. He hums in question, and you feel it rumble through his chest. “Cathy… I mean, I show up with this perfect, sweet, handsome boyfriend… I think I’d be jealous, too..”

You didn’t realize what you’d said until he was leaning in close to your ear, the hair on his face tickling the skin there and making you shiver. “Then it’s a good thing I’m yours,” he whispered, and he had you preening in his hands. Oh, this was a bad idea… it was a wonderfully bad idea.

“I hope I’m not interrupting a private moment,” your head snapped in the direction of the voice, and you saw Bucky falter a second out of the corner of your eye.

“Is my desk the place to be tonight? First Cathy, now you… what’s it take to get a moment with my man?” you teased as your coworker approached, setting your drink on the other side of your desk.

“Trust me, I come bearing gifts,” she assured. Before you could ask what she meant, she turned her attention to the super-soldier still wrapped around you. “Sorry, I’m Judy. Your girl is the reason I stay sane.”

“James,” he smiled, giving her a friendly nod vice a handshake, not willing to move from his position despite the company. “It’s nice to put a face to the name.”

With the quick introduction out of the way, Judy wasted no time in telling you about all the gossip she had gathered through the night, and the dots she was starting to connect. That was what she thrived on; she liked working in an office less so for the work, but for the social environment it provided. More specifically, the interesting plot developments in the lives of her coworkers, for better or worse.

“Megan told me she finally called that guy, which will be really great for her. But, Rob was there when she told me- Yes, I know! It was good for him to hear though, cause I heard he’s been playing the worst breakup playlist you could ever imagine, man needed an update.”

As you listened mindlessly, entertained more by your co-worker’s investment than the actual details themselves, gloved fingers were tracing soft circles to your sides. He would press his lips back against your shoulder every couple of moments, like he was breathing in the essence of you before he would face Judy again, at least pretending to care. It was nice… gave you a reason to almost wish she would keep going so that you could enjoy the intimacy of the moment with him a little longer.

“Alright alright, I’m done for now, I know I’m boring your man to sleep,” she teased after a while, and Bucky tried to make an apologetic excuse. And while you knew Bucky Barnes was not a man to be driven to sleep so easily, you did know he didn’t care for this kind of small talk and encouraged the change of subject.

“I’ve got to be honest with you, when you told me about this secret boyfriend, I expected him to be a bit more on the scruffy side,” she explained, catching you off guard.

“Well, it’s a little longer than she usually likes it,” Bucky started, taking one hand and playing with the hair on his face. “Thought I’d experiment, see how I like it a bit longer… It’s kind of growing on me,” he finished, turning back to you for approval.

“Mmmm, I’ll let you keep it for a little bit longer. We’ll see how I feel after that,” you played. You were met with a very enthusiastic kiss on your cheek, making you giggle as he made a point to push his facial hair into your cheek.

“As long as you don’t make him shave all of it off… you and I both know facial hair feels so much better down there,” Judy said with a mischievous grin. Both you and Bucky snapped to look at her, and you just about choked on your own spit.

“Judy,” you started incredulously, trying to save yourself by laughing it off. “We’re not talking about this stuff at the office! You’re a menace, go bother someone else.” All she could do was laugh at you, which gave Bucky time to recover as you felt him settle back around you.

“I’m just saying…” She shrugged, side-stepping past to leave you two in peace. She gave Bucky a knowing look, holding it there for a second before you watched her face shift into a sly smile. Oh no… “Alright, don’t have too much fun without me.” She gave you a little wave and left the two of you alone once again.

“What did you do?” you whispered harshly as soon as she was out of earshot, turning your body towards him a little more to shoot him a look. He gave you a pleading expression in response.

“I didn’t know if you guys talked about that stuff, and she looked at me like she was expecting an answer… so I winked,” he rambled quietly, nothing but apologetic. “I figured she could interpret it as whatever the right answer was, and be on her way without suspicion.” Judy had thrown him off his rhythm, she usually had that kind of effect on people. You could feel your lips start to come up in a small smile at his quick thinking, despite being in a panic.

“Alright, I’ll give you that one. You’re forgiven,” you teased, trying to get him to relax again. “For the record, we don’t talk about it. So I have no idea what that wink told her.”

“I guess you’re gonna find out,” he giggled. You rolled your eyes as you joined him, muscular arms pulling you back into him.

It was annoying how nice it felt to be held by him all night because you knew at some point it was going to have to end. You would have to leave the party at the end of the night, and go back home as friends, nothing more. And after getting to see this side of him, being on the receiving end of the adoring boyfriend inside of him, you weren’t sure how you would be able to manage. You were already yearning for the man holding you to actually be yours, but all you could do was enjoy him before things changed.

“As your boyfriend, I feel like I should ask. You know, in case we run into it again…” He pulled you out of your thoughts, and you glanced back in his direction with a raised brow prompting him to continue. “Do you like facial hair?” The way he asked the question sent heat directly to your core, his voice deep and husky as his eyes finally met yours, and you realized his question was not as innocent as it sounded.

“I- Well, it’s-” you cut yourself off with a nervous giggle, and you knew he was watching you bounce between his eyes and his jaw, his expression patient and ready to listen. You took a breath to compose yourself a little before continuing. “Okay… there are some men who look good both ways, clean-shaven or with facial hair. Other men look better with it…” He made a noise of approval, and you gave an exasperated sigh. Cocky fucker knew where he landed. “I have had the unfortunate luck of being with men who are better off without it.”

“Mmm, that is unfortunate,” he chuckled softly, a mischievous glimmer in his eye. You had to look away from him before your thoughts betrayed you, already unable to stop the shiver that ran through your body, his left hand moving to rub your back in response. “Have you ever thought about it? Being with someone a little… scruffier?”

Oh god, have you. You enjoyed his company, wouldn’t trade it for anything. But sometimes you wondered whether he was trying to kill you, or if he genuinely didn’t know that he had a body crafted by the gods. Walking around your apartment in tight shirts, his dog tags and vibranium arm on full display. Or sitting on your couch with his legs spread wide, his thighs as tempting a place to sit as ever. And when he licked his lips or played with the hair on his face… who wouldn’t wonder what it would be like to have James Barnes between their legs?

You saw out of your peripherals that you were being watched, Cathy’s eyes drawn to the large man beside you. Bucky must have seen her as well, placing another kiss on your shoulder before leaning away from you. Was he… shying away from the conversation he started? After asking you such an intimate question? You know you should leave it, ignore the urge to give him a taste of his own medicine, you should behave.

You turned to face him, and his hands were quick to rest on your hips as you pressed yourself up against his chest, catching his blue eyes darken as he watched you. Hands slid up his chest, not bothering to pretend with his lapels this time as they kept traveling up the sides of his neck until reaching the prize. You scratched at the thick hair on his cheeks, a devilish smirk growing no matter how hard he tried to keep a straight face.

“I have, I’ve thought about it quite a bit,” you answered quietly, giving him a moment to take it all in. “I think….I think it’s hot.”

You watched in delight as he clenched his jaw with a hard swallow, blinking a few times before taking a quick glance around the room. His eyes locked on yours for half a second before he tilted his head to attach himself where your neck met your jaw, his scruff tickling deliciously against your skin. You managed to mask your sharp gasp with a laugh, arms wrapping around his neck as he kissed yours.

“Someone’s gonna look, James,” you whispered harshly through your laughter, and his own vibrated through your neck.

“And they’ll look away if they know what’s good for ‘em,” he mumbled, and you felt like you had to be dreaming as he continued planting kisses across your sensitive skin. You couldn’t hold yourself back from carding your hands through the thick hair on the back of his head, and the sigh he released was what brought his lips away from you. He leaned back to look at you for a moment before he spoke up again; “Is there anything else keeping you here?”

“How do you mean?” You furrowed your brows slightly, confused by the sudden change of subject.

“I mean, is there anything else you want to do here,” he paused to think about his words, hands caressing your sides. “Or can I take you home?”

Only a few moments later you’d made your way to a group of your co-workers, saying a final goodbye as you escaped. Bucky was eager to leave, actively leading you to the door as he was making his excuse; “It’s almost Christmas, I’ve got to get her to myself for at least part of the night.” A few steps later and you received a chorus of cheers. Of course.

“And we’ll send you off with a proper mistletoe kiss!”

You would think that him having just made out with your neck would have prepared you for this moment, the one you’d been bracing yourself for all evening, but you couldn’t be more wrong. The soft expression on his face rendered you breathless as he cupped your face in his hands, his lips molding to yours too well to make sense. You couldn’t hear the whoops and hollers, all you could focus on was how good it felt to have his lips on yours, and how badly you wanted to get him out of the office.

The ride home wasn’t any better. At first, neither of you quite knew what to do. This was supposed to be the end of the arrangement; the party was over, Cathy had been proven wrong, everything would go back to normal. But what normal was had been disrupted when the two of you kept up the act when no one was looking, when you were all over each other specifically because nobody was paying you any mind.

He’d insisted on driving home, and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him as the night lights of the city illuminated his features, his now bare left hand keeping an easy grip on the wheel while the other rested on the console. Neither of you said anything, sitting in a somehow comfortable silence despite the uncertainty of it. He would look over and catch your gaze every now and then, giving you a warm smile before turning back to the road.

Until you hit a red light. The car had stopped and Bucky’s tongue traced his lips as he looked at you again, his hand moving from the console to rest on your thigh. When he leaned closer you found yourself doing the same, his hand leaving the wheel to tangle in your hair and bring your lips to his once again.

Sensing the color change inside the car, Bucky released you to continue driving before upsetting traffic, his right hand giving your thigh a small squeeze.

“Whenever feels natural… right?” He asked, echoing your words back to you with a grin.

He held you the entire trek up to your floor, his hand resting easy around your waist or on the small of your back when it was more convenient. And it was only once you’d made it to your front door that he removed his hand. You missed it.

“You wanna come in for a sec?” You asked after a moment, playing coy. His hands went back to your body as you unlocked the door to let him in behind you, setting your purse to the side as he shed his blazer. One more look at each other and you felt something snap.

Bucky grabbed you by your waist, pulling you back into him, encouraging your arms to touch him. You avoided his gaze, knowing you’d be gone within seconds, opting to fiddle and tug on the tie around his neck to bring him down closer to you.

“Let me show you what it’s like,” he practically groaned as his nose touched yours, resting foreheads together. “Please doll, I want to devour you.” You were too drunk on him to be embarrassed by the noise he elicited from you.

“Show me,” you nearly whined, yanking him down to crash your lips back into his. This time it was all tongue and teeth, wildly different from the first couple he’d stolen through the night. It was passionate, needy, desperate to taste each other, to be as close as you possibly could.

Holding each other was suddenly not enough, you wanted to be enveloped by him, needed his body like it was part of your own. Your arms found their place around his neck, hands deciding between roaming his broad back and ruining his hair while his explored every part of you he could reach, holding you steady against him. Bucky lifted you up into his arms and you wrapped your legs around him, cupping his face to continue your assault on his soft lip as he carried you through to the bedroom of your apartment.

You were abruptly deposited on the bed, his lips traveling down to nip at your neck before lifting off of you almost entirely, hands lifting your leg to place a kiss on the inside of your knee. His hands left goosebumps on your skin as he took his time trailing them down to your ankles, undoing the strap on your heels with the utmost care.

“I need to taste you, sweetheart,” he pleaded, glancing up at you when he pulled the shoe off of you delicately, moving to the other. “Want you to feel the scratch of my beard against these pretty thighs.” This time you got a kiss on the inside of your other knee, and you were going crazy with anticipation, a puddle of arousal already waiting for him.

The duality of his hands as they began to glide up your legs was delightful, one crisp and cool while the other was warm and calloused. He caressed right up to the place where you wanted him most before he continued pushing the hem of your dress past your hips, and you couldn’t decide whether you were disappointed with his neglect or enamored by his hands cupped over your bra. He made quick work of the tight dress, carefully tossing it to the side and moving to unhook your bra.

“James…” You moaned his name when his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, his hand massaging the other breast with the occasional pinch to balance his attention. His hot tongue flicked against the nipple in his mouth, the tickle of his facial hair absolutely delightful on the soft skin there, switching his ministrations between the two as he pleased.

“Bucky, please, I need you,” you whimpered, longing for his mouth somewhere else.

“I know babygirl, I’m on my way. Let me adore the rest of you for a second,” he murmured into your skin, sending a shiver through you, which made him smile against your skin. He placed a kiss to your sternum before he trailed down your stomach, and left the softest of kisses to your navel before hooking his fingers into your last piece of clothing.

You barely had time to process that you were now fully naked and vulnerable before him, his breath fanning across your dripping folds almost as soon as the fabric had slid down your legs. Bucky readjusted himself so that his muscular arms were wrapped under your thighs, holding your legs comfortably open for him.

“Good god, your perfect pussy is already soaked for me.” His praise had you gripping the sheets with a vice, your hips bucking of their own accord to seek some sort of relief. He chuckled at your reaction.

“Then hurry up and do something about it,” you smiled, pleased with the growl you pulled from him as you ran your fingers through his hair, nails scratching gently against his scalp.

“Yes ma’am.” He’d barely finished speaking before his tongue was on you, flat against your folds as he started licking up all the excess you’d dripped for him. “Taste so sweet, peach, I knew you would,” he praised, and you arched your back as he dove back in to pay special attention to your clit, his facial hair scratching the inside of your thighs.

It was bliss… you couldn’t think of a time you’d felt better having a man eat you out. If you were being honest, you couldn’t think of a time another man had made you feel this good at all. Bucky had you gripping his hair tight as your hips bucked against him, chasing the feeling of his talented mouth as he sucked on your bundle of nerves.

You whined when he lifted off your clit, earning a chuckle at your reaction. “No, please, I’m almost there.”

“I know, baby, that’s why I’m doing something else,” he smiled, shifting his grip on you slightly before he lowered himself back down to your pulsing core. It was like he nuzzled himself into you, his nose brushing against your clit as he pressed a kiss to your glistening lips. “Gonna drink up everything you’ll give me.”

He settled himself to slip his tongue inside you, pressing into you as close as he could get, and you gasped sharply with the wonderful intrusion. Your legs jerked up around him, your heels digging into the muscles of his back and he groaned into you, the vibrations making you shudder. Bucky’s hands massaged the top of your thighs as he lapped at you, his scruff rubbing against you as his jaw worked to devour you. His hands then gripped the underside of your thighs, stretching them back and opening you up just a little more.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you moaned, your body filling with a familiar sense of anticipation, and he responded by burying himself farther into you, his nose making you jolt as it brushed against your clit every now and then with his aggressive motions. “You’re gonna make me snap, baby.”

The noise he made sounded like a whine and it went directly through your desperate pussy. As you carded your hands through his absolutely ruined hair, you caught him grinding his hips against your bed, seeking some sort of friction himself. He was enjoying this just as much as you were… just the thought of it was delectable.

And you couldn’t help but egg him on.

“Your tongue feels- mmmm… so good inside me, honey. I, I’m- ahh, I’m gonna get that handsome face all wet.” Your words seemed to fuel whatever was going on in his head; he groaned desperately into you as his hands tightened their grip on your thighs, and you found yourself wondering if there would be evidence of it in the morning. He stopped his ministrations now that he was holding you steady, only pausing for half a second before he began to shake his head, buried into your pussy.

There was a cry stuck in your throat as your hips shook violently against him, his nose tickling your clit and his beard attacking the soft skin he could reach with it. There was no warning him before a wave of warmth spread through your body, the combinations of both of your moans and noises mixing in the air like a song as he continued to work you through your orgasm.

It took you pulling him off of your throbbing center with broken pleas, begging for a reprieve before you got overstimulated. You looked down at him between your legs, smiling at the drunk look on his face matched with a cocky grin.

“How’d that feel, doll?” he asked as he crawled up your body, and you hummed enthusiastically as you reached for him. “I take it you like ‘em scruffy?”

“Mhmm, I like you scruffy,” you replied as you dragged his lips to yours, not caring about the taste of yourself on his lips, wanting just to feel him around you. “You’ve already ruined me for anything else, I hope you’re happy,” you teased in between kisses, and you couldn’t help but smile as he giggled into you.

“More than happy, I’d eat your pussy until the day I die.” You laughed as you arched back at his words, exposing your neck to allow a barrage of scratchy kisses there. You were already getting worked up again as he attacked your neck, but your walls weren’t ready for more just yet…

“Let me suck your cock…” you sighed, and you felt his head snap up at you.

“What?” he asked with a breathless laugh, sounding like he hadn’t quite committed to it. You closed your eyes and tucked into him a little bashfully, but had no intention of backing down from your request. He supported himself up on one arm while he used the other to cup your face gently, saying your name as he made you look back up at him. You opened your eyes to find his shining blue ones looking down at you so sweetly. “Sweetheart, I appreciate it, but you don’t have-”

“James.” You cut him off, voice steady and demanding. Your hands reached the tie that was still around his neck, realizing he was still fully clothed, and you found it wildly unfair. You began to untie it as you spoke, making an attempt to fix the problem. “I need a little bit of a break before I’m ready to have you properly fuck me tonight, and oh god do I want it.”

You threw his tie to the side as you leaned up to kiss his neck, feeling him swallow hard. His strong hands supported his weight on either side of you as your fingers made quick work of the buttons of his shirt, untucking it from his pants and moving to shove it off of his shoulders.

He moved back on your bed to stand at the edge, and you got up on your knees to follow him, watching delightfully as he tossed the shirt aside, hands finding your hips. You grabbed the buckle of his belt, lips eagerly kissing on the raised skin where the vibranium met the man. Bucky gasped sharply, shocked by both the bold placement of your hands, and the intimate intentions of your lips. You smiled against his skin as you continued kissing your way up his shoulder, across his neck until you could whisper in his ear.

“Let. Me. Suck. Your cock.” He groaned as his head tilted back, eyes rolling in the back of his head before he grabbed the back of your neck and slammed his lips to yours.

“You’re gonna kill me.” You laughed as he let you push him back, having to lean down to continue kissing you as you stood before him, working on his belt.

By the time you’d gotten him down to just his boxers, your legs were wobbly and your core was dripping again. You were probably ready to take him at this point, but you were determined to get what you wanted, and you wanted to watch him fall apart the way you had. Kneeling down in front of him, you slipped your fingers into the band of his boxers and pulled them down slowly over his large bulge.

He sprung out of the fabric at full attention, his tip already leaking pre-cum. Stepping out of his boxers leaving him just as naked as you, he combed a hand gently through your hair as you took him in, caressing his bare thighs before you looked up at him. Another chuckle escaped him, and you cocked an eyebrow in question.

“You look like a cat who’s caught the canary,” he smiled softly. “And it’s horrible how pretty you look right now.” You bit your lip, humming in amusement as you turned your attention back to his crotch. Oh god, he was big… Could you take him? Absolutely. But would he stretch you to make it happen? In the most delicious way.

You wrapped one of your hands around the base of his dick, gauging the impressive thickness as you started pumping him slowly, already being rewarded with his quiet grunts. He would be a lot to handle, the girth alone would be a challenge. But after prepping yourself for it, you stopped your motions, settling yourself comfortably on your knees and placing a kiss on the underside of his shaft. You got a glance of him from this angle, and the state of relaxation on his features was enough to keep you going.

Returning your hand back to his thigh, you licked from the base of him up to the leaking tip, taking care to notice his sharp intake when the tip of your tongue hit his weak spot. When you wrapped your lips around the tip to collect the pre-cum, Bucky combed your hair back with both hands and held it behind you gently in his left hand, loose enough to just keep it out of your way while you set to get to work. You couldn’t help but moan as you took him little by little, bobbing your head and sucking his tip on the way back as you slowly adjusted yourself to him.

“Shit… oh babygirl, you- oohhh,” he tried, unable to compose a sentence, too focused on the way your tongue swirled around him. You gave another amused hum around him, the vibrations of your voice causing him to release another slew of curses. With each bob of your head, you took his cock deeper in your mouth, steadying yourself when you’d reached your limit.

You continued taking him that way a few more times before your eyes traveled back up to find the blue of his almost swallowed by his pupils as he watched you. You started to quicken your pace gradually, and you watched as he struggled to keep eye contact. Rolling his eyes back, closing them in pleasure, or throwing his head back entirely, he was falling to pieces in the palm of your hand.

After a few more moments, his grip tightened on your hair inadvertently as his other hand gripped your wrist, your hair tugging slightly as you sucked down on him again. “Wait wait wait, I- hold on,” he stammered, finding his voice with a groan as you released him with a pop.

“You okay?” you asked gently, seconds before he was reaching down to pull you back upright.

“You keep that up and I’m not going to last,” he groaned huskily, goosebumps forming on your skin. He grabbed your face and kissed you deeply, seeming to be catching his breath in the process. “And I distinctly remember that we had more plans.” He picked you up at the end of his statement, keeping you in his arms as he crawled up the bed, laying you delicately against the pillows.

Bucky settled perfectly between your legs, feeling him pressed up against your weeping pussy, and stealing perfectly soft and gentle kisses from your lips. Your hands couldn’t decide where to settle, combing them gently through his hair before you dug your nails into his back. His large hands caressed your sides, settling at your waist as he gave his hips an experimental roll, grinding himself against you.

“James, please,” you begged against his lips in between kisses. “Wanna feel you, want you to fill me.” You felt his wide smile as he kept kissing you, and you couldn’t help but reciprocate it as he shifted to hold his weight above you. You arched against him as he ran his tip between your folds, teasing your entrance. When he finally pushed in he took his lips off of yours to latch onto your neck, allowing you to take a sharp breath while he stretched you slowly.

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed in your ears, sinking into you easily with the help of your slick walls. You both gasped and grunted as he bottomed out, waiting for you to adjust to him. “Taking me so well, sweetheart, god you feel good.” You squirmed against him at the praise, and suddenly there was a delicious need inside you for more.

“Move, Bucky. Please.” His poor back became your personal scratching post as he dragged out of you, and you let out a desperate whine when he pushed his hips back down to yours slowly. “I can’t- I… Buck, need you to go faster, I need-” You didn’t have to say anything else before his lips were on yours and his hips picked up the pace.

The sounds of both of your pleasure as you moaned into each other was quickly becoming your favorite song, in a state of pure bliss as he thrust his hips into you at a steady pace. His large muscular body crowded your every sense, his hands holding a bruising grip on your hips to balance himself, his cologne clouding around you, and it was all so heavenly.

Your mind started to fog, and you would have entertained the notion that you might actually be dreaming if the pleasure coursing wasn’t acting as a strange sort of tether to reality. You’d thought about what it would be like many times you’d shamefully admit, but having James Barnes pounding into you with perfect, calculated force was something unimaginable.

“Fuck, I can feel you getting close, peach,” he groaned, resting his forehead against yours as both panted heavily. He let out a strangled moan, his hips faltering for a millisecond, and you realized he was right behind you. “Go ahead babygirl, wanna see you come undone under me.”

You felt like you should probably be embarrassed by how quickly he could coax you into an orgasm, but all you cared about was how intensely wonderful it felt, your legs shaking around him as you anchored yourself with the grip on his back. Your ears were ringing, and you only became conscious of the noises you were making when you felt them against your throat.

You realized he was practically crumbling over you, desperate moans falling from his lips as he struggled to maintain a rhythm, thrusting into you erratically to ride out your high. You leaned up to kiss his cheek sweetly, removing your nails from his back to brush his ruined hair out of his face, combing it back as he chased his own release.

“Come on handsome, you’re so close, let go for me,” you mumbled into his skin. You seemed to have a similar effect on him, and his cock twitched inside you at your words, letting go with a cry. He dropped his head to the base of your neck as he finished, pumping you fuller than you’d ever felt, before he carefully collapsed on top of you.

You giggled underneath him, wrapping your tired legs around his hips and massaging the back of his head, kissing his temple until he turned to look at you. His eyes were glazed over but had never looked so blue, a telltale smile teasing the corner of his lips as he basked in your attention.

“So much for fake boyfriend,” he managed quietly, and you threw your head back in a laugh, giving him a chance to pepper more scratchy, smiley kisses all over your neck.

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secret-treasury · 4 years ago

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Dad!Sirius

little blurbs about sirius being the best dad ever. Also includes some sirius X reader, Marauders.

Babysitters

Atlas loves when Lily babysits them. He is just smitten with her and he especially likes her hair. She’ll hold him and he would just stare at her with awe. He would pull a little on her hair and would get pouty when told off for it, especially from James. He isn’t a fan of James' because he always takes Lily away from him at the end of the day and he doesn't like that, but eventually he’d grow to like him... a little.

Neo on the other hand enjoys hanging out with James. She follows him everywhere and wants to be with him when he does random things, she is like his little shadow. She gets pouty if she doesn’t get to play with his glasses and he always tells her to be careful with them so as to not break them. She has an attitude, she rolls her eyes at him. “Well… she's a pads kid alright!” he’d joke. To which she responds with an excited “Padtoot!” and laugh while running away with James' glasses to get her dog plushy.

Remus is however Neo's favorite babysitter and for one reason only. He has a beard and she loves beards and just wants to grab at them. Luckily both Sirius and Remus keep their beards trimmed short so there isn’t much for her to grab. Sirius did the prank on her where he hid the lower part of his face behind a towel, then when he revealed his clean shaven face, Neo was SO upset she wouldn’t stop crying. Whenever she saw him until his beard grew back she’d cry at the sight of him. When he finally had his beard back she had missed him so much. She’d have a similar reaction to remus shaving but milder. Neo loves hanging out with her uncles but daddy is still the best. Remus and Atlas get along great, atlas loves to sit in uncle Remy's lap while he reads, and most of the time he falls asleep, Atlas is a very cuddly and sleepy boy so it works out well.

Regulus is a decent babysitter but confuses the twins slightly when they are very young for the simple reason that he looks similar to their dad. Before they eventually learn the difference, he would be kind of an ‘imposter Sirius’ because they are aware that isn’t dad…. But he really looks like dad….

Bath time!

Both Neo and Atlas LOVE bath time, especially with their dad. They both just can’t stop laughing when Sirius makes himself a bubble beard and causes bubbles to fly everywhere when he talks. He’d create fun narratives with pirates and priateship and sea monsters.

The only thing Atlas doesn’t like about bath time is washing his hair, he cries so much because he doesn’t like getting shampoo in his eyes or when water runs down his face. Luckily Sirius is super gentle with him and makes sure he feels safe the whole time.

“Close your eyes” the little boy does as his father says and shuts his eyes really hard. Sirius puts some shampoo in his palm and rubs his hands together before massaging it into the boy’s hair. Atlas starts whining a little bit. “It’s alright buddy” sirius comforts. When it’s time to wash the shampoo out he gets pouty again. Sirius tells Atlas to lean his head back while he supports the little boy’s back with his hand.

“Are you keeping ‘em closed?”. Atlas nods and again focuses on keeping his eyes shut as hard as he can. “Here comes the water,” Sirius warns. He would never do anything to break his son’s trust, especially not for a laugh. All three of them sing a song together, usually some type of nursery rhyme, to help distract the little scared boy from the water.

Neo was easier to handle albeit a bit wild. She loved singing the song whilst water was running down her face and it sounded like she was underwater. She’d laugh a lot and then accidentally breath in some water. She’d be upset for a moment and cough a bit but in no time she’s singing happily again. Sirius often found himself singing nursery rhymes in the shower when he would wash his own hair, just a weird habit he had when the kids were little.

After bath time he would help them into their cute little bathrobes and then the two kids would run to their mama looking like little jawas. Sirius would join them moments later, clothes splashed with bathwater and bubbles still in his beard. He didn’t mind though.

Bedtime

Sirius would teach them to brush their teeth by themself as soon as possible. He would seat them on the bathroom counter, give them their little toothbrushes and portion out the tooth paste. Neo was the most troublesome in this area, she didn’t like brushing her teeth so he’d tell her an elaborate story of why she needs to brush her teeth. Unfortunately she didn’t believe him. Atlas did though and always pointed out that they need to brush their teeth every morning and evening like the sweet boy he is. Because of Neo's brother pestering her with the importance of brushing her teeth she’d do it. So it worked out for Sirius eventually… in a roundabout way.

After all the teeth had been brushed, including Sirius’, he set them back down on the floor and the twins rushed as fast as their little legs could carry them to their shared bedroom. Atlas would get his blankie and his deer plush that he got from auntie Lils when he was born. Neo would get a book and her very loved dog plushy also called padfoot or as she ‘padtoot’. They would wait for Sirius to join them and he would take a seat in the armchair they had in their little room, he would place the twins in his lap and they would get comfortable. Atlas would share his blankie and they would place their plushies in their laps getting ready for the bedtime story.

Sirius would read to them and also educate them on different topics, making the twins question what happened in the story and why. While also keeping it lighthearted and fun. He’d give the characters different voices, some were funny and some were silly. After they finished the story they would beg him to read another one and it would break his heart telling them no, but he knew they were exhausted and needed their sleep. “There will be another story tomorrow”

Puting Atlas to sleep was the easiest thing in the world. As soon as his head hit the pillow he would be asleep, holding onto his blankie and his plush. Sirius would pull the covers up and lovingly caress the boy’s cheek and place a kiss on his forehead wishing him goodnight.

Neo was more troublesome, she wanted Sirius to stay with her until she fell asleep. He’d tuck her in, kiss her forehead and also give ‘padtoot’ a goodnight kiss. Then he’d sit on the floor by her bed and caress her cheek til she fell asleep. Sometimes he’d fall asleep on the floor leaning onto the side of her bed.

Food habits

Atlas is a picky eater, veggies are his number one enemy and he’ll do anything to not eat them. Sirius understands this because he himself hated veggies when he was little although his punishments for not eating them was very uncalled for. It takes a lot of coaxing to get atlas to eat them and he is always the last one at the table. Sirius has tried everything but it's still a struggle.

“Just eat 3 more broccolis and a cauliflower, then you can go play” Sirius tried to convince the boy but he just shook his head and scrunched up his face in disgust. He couldn’t help but sigh at the cute but stubborn little boy. “Eat two and then we’ll go play afterwards, okay buddy?” Sirius tried to bargain. He saw a glimmer in the boy's eyes.

“You play too?” he asked hopefully and Sirius nodded. Atlas unwillingly picked up the fork and poked at the veggies. After a while he picked out the two smallest veggies and ate them one at a time. “Done!” he declared after forcing them down. Atlas slipped off the chair and rushed to join his siblings.

“Daddy will play with us” he cheered happily, veggies long forgotten. They spent most of the afternoon playing hide and seek. Atlas was the first to get tired and decided to hide under the covers in his parents bed. As he crawled under the covers Neo and Zagreus noticed his genius hiding spot and went to join him.

“Here I come!” Sirius called out as he began looking around the house. Not finding them in the usual hiding spots he began to feel worried even though they couldn’t possibly have left the house. When he passed the master bedroom he noticed 3 child sized lumps in his and his wife's bed. As he got closer he could hear some giggling. He carefully peeled up the covers to peek inside to see his pups. “I found you” he chuckled as he began scooping them up in his arms as they laughed and giggled happily.

When Y/N came home later that afternoon the house was quiet. The plates and cutlery, long forgotten on the kitchen table much to her annoyance. However, the sight she was greeted with in her bedroom of her husband and three little children sleeping together in a pile on the bed, tangled up in the covers and blankets. It was enough for her heart to swell with love.

Neo generally isn't a picky eater, she eats well and healthy meals. She does however love ice cream though. the strawberry, vanilla and chocolate mix also known as neapolitan ice cream. Neo is a tough girl to bargain with as she’s not as easily fooled as other children, but ice cream is her weakness and Sirius does occasionally use that to his advantage.

“Neo, sweetie. Please it’s time to sleep,” Sirius would almost beg as he was seated beside her bed on the floor, being as tired as he wished his daughter was.

“No.” Neo said stubbornly and crossed her arms over the covers. Sirius had tucked the children into bed almost half an hour ago and both boys were fast asleep and sailing off to dreamland. “I don’t want you to leave me daddy” she sniffled and her eyes were glossy with tears. Overwhelmed by emotions she suddenly sat up and threw her little arms around her fathers neck, holding him tight. His arm wrapped around her little body and he caressed the back of her little head with his free hand. He remembered feeling a similar feeling when he was very little. When his mother seemed to love him.

“Of course I won't leave you, puppy.” he said comfortingly as his heart ached in his chest. Neo pulled back to look at him, tears running down her chubby little cheeks. her hands still on his shoulders and her fingers played with his long dark hair.

“Promise me daddy” she demanded with another sniffle. Her words tore him apart within.

“I won’t leave you, ever.” he promised. He knew it was a lie, that one day he would have to leave her alone on this earth, even though it seemed far til then. He dried the tears from her cheeks and kissed her forehead. “Now go to sleep sweetie”

“Only if I get ice cream for breakfast” she argued back with a little giggle as he crawled back under the covers. Sirius tucked her into bed once again.

“Not for breakfast, but sometime tomorrow we can have ice cream, okay?” he said and poked her nose gently and giggled along with her. She lifted her little hand and held out her pinky.

“And strawberries” she said as Sirius wrapped his larger pinky around her little one. It wasn’t strawberry season, Neo knew that but she cleverly made him promise her to get her favourite fruit too. He couldn’t simply go back on a pinky swear.

“And strawberries,” Sirius sighed with a smile on his lips. His little girl was so clever, he knew he got it from her mother but the way she used it, that was all him.

Zagreus eats pretty much anything even if he doesn't like it. He accidentally took a bite of a bar of soap once. It was shaped as a cinnamon bun and the poor boy thought it was real.

“Dad?” he said as he pulled on his fathers sleeve. The potters were over for dinner and Sirius was out on the porch chatting with James over a cold beer.

“What is it boy?” he said and crouched down to the little boy's level. The boy looked puzzled and showed his father the cinnamon bun soap with a child sized bit in it.

“This bun tastes weird, dad.” James couldn’t hold back his laughter.

“Ah, oh it’s not a cinnamon bun, boy” sirius tried to explain but the boy looked at the bun soap and up at his father again convinced that his father was indeed mad. Sirius couldn’t hold back a chuckle “It’s soap.. In the shape of a bun”

“Oh…” Zagreus said finally trying to make sense of his odd food experience. Sirius ruffled the boy's hair. “Here” the boy said and gave Sirius the bun and then wandered off back into the house.

On Sundays it's always pancake or waffle Sunday at the Black’s house and the pups demand having their favorite fruit as a side. Atlas does a lot better with fruits and Sirius takes whatever wins he can get with the boy honestly. Blueberries are Atlas’ favourite fruit or well berry. However he doesn’t like fake fruit flavours in fact he hates them almost as much as he hates his sworn enemy... veggies.

Neo of course enjoys the sweet strawberries and often gets her way which means ice cream instead of whipped cream.

Zagreus loves pomegranates which doesn’t really go well with either pancakes or waffles but he is determined to have it anyway.

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fruitcoops · 4 years ago

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Could you maybe write a “73 questions with Sirius Black” Vogue one? Or something like that.

Yes! I had never seen these videos before and it was a fun challenge to write. Hope you enjoy! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

The house is large, two stories tall and painted a soft gray with white trim around the windows. Holiday lights have yet to be taken down and shine in all colors of the rainbow from the eaves as the camera crew walks up the front steps. The curtains in the window tremble for a moment, then a dog pokes her head through—she is all-black and curious, and looks quite large.

Dorcas Meadowes knocks on the front door; a moment later, it swings open and reveals Sirius Black. “Hey, guys, come on in! You can leave your shoes by the door inside.”

“Thanks, Sirius.” Dorcas kicks off her flats and follows him inside as he sets a dish towel on the end table and leans against it. “How are you today?”

“I’m doing pretty well. Morning practice was productive and I’m feeling good about our upcoming game.”

“We’re here today to ask you 73 rapid-fire questions while you lead us around. Sound good?”

“Sounds good. You can all come inside instead of freezing on the porch,” he laughs, waving them closer. The door shuts with a gentle click.

“First question: on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?”

“Hmmm. A solid seven.”

“Do you have any pets?”

“I do!” Sirius leads them into the other room, where the dog is curled up on the couch below the window; he picks her up and gives her a kiss on the head. “This is Hattie and I love her very much.”

“Cute! If you could do a dramatic love scene in a movie with anyone, who would it be?”

Sirius sets the dog down and thinks for a second. “Aside from my fiancé, I’m going to say James Potter. We would kill it and I don’t think it would be that awkward.”

“What’s the origin of your name?”

“Pretty much my whole family has star-themed names. Sirius is the dog star from Canis Major.”

“Brightest star in the sky, too. What’s one thing people don’t know about you?”

“I’m an introvert. Lots of people assume that I’m super social because of my job, but I’m very quiet in real life.” He walks back out to the entrance and takes the towel off the table, then moves into the kitchen. It’s well-lit and painted a deep, warm red. The countertop is scattered with knickknacks and picture frames—clearly, this is a place people spend a lot of time. Hattie, who followed them in, lays down by the oven with a heavy sigh.

“What’s your wakeup ritual?”

Sirius reaches up and pulls two mugs out of the cupboard. “I wake up around seven am and make coffee while Re is in the shower, then rinse off and get dressed while he makes breakfast. It’s a good system. Want some tea?”

“Sure. What’s your bedtime ritual?”

“I don’t think I have one,” he says as he puts the kettle on and ignites a burner on the stove. “Usually we read or watch a movie, then go up to bed and talk for a while. There’s not a big routine or anything.”

“Sounds nice. What’s your favorite time of day?” Dorcas sits on the other side of the kitchen island while he takes a box of peppermint tea down.

“That’s a tough one. I like the in-between spots, like just after sunrise or dusk. Three in the afternoon is usually pretty chill as well. Does anyone else want a cup?”

There are a few murmurs behind the camera and he takes two more down. “What is one thing no one knows about you?” Dorcas asks.

He raises an eyebrow. “If I told you, everyone would know, and it wouldn’t count.”

“Fair enough. Dream country to visit?”

“Anywhere. I think I want to go to Ireland first, though.” Small wisps of steam begin curling out of the kettle, but it doesn’t whistle.

“Do you ever feel pressure to post things on social media?”

Sirius makes a face. “I used to. Eventually I just got tired of it, you know? The whole point of social media is sharing bits of your life with people and it makes me happy to show off my dog, or Re, or my friends. I post things just for fun now.”

The kettle begins to hiss and he reaches back to turn it off. “Sneakers or skates?”

“Skates.”

“Vintage or new?

“Vintage, especially for t-shirts and sweaters.”

“Who is your biggest role model?”

“Pascal Dumais.” Sirius stops pouring for a moment to look up at the camera. “If you ever get a chance to meet him, listen to what he has to say. You’ll be better for it.”

“Wise words. How do you deal with negativity? Oh, thank you.” Dorcas wraps her hands around the mug and takes a small sip while Sirius passes the other ones to the crew.

“Honestly? I don’t give a shit. It used to really bother me, but I’m happy, I have a job I love, and my family cares about me. Why should I care what people I’ve never met think of me?” He sits on the counter and rests his elbows on his knees, blowing on the hot water.

“What are three things you can’t live without?”

“My dog, Remus, and my family.” There is no hesitation in his voice.

“Not hockey?”

“I’d be devastated if I couldn’t play, sure, but it’s not the central focus of my life anymore.”

“What’s one ingredient you put in everything?”

“Does salt count?” He winces as he takes a drink. “Ugh, burned my tongue. I put salt on a lot of things because I drink so much water that it throws my balance off.”

“What is something you’re completely bored of right now?”

Sirius rolls his eyes. “Gossip columns and tabloids in general.”

Dorcas hums in agreement. “What’s your biggest fear in life?”

“Losing my loved ones.”

“Window or aisle seat?”

“Window. Anyone walking by always steps on my foot or hits my elbow if I’m in the aisle. Plus, I get a good view and an easy nap spot.”

“What’s your current TV obsession?”

“Avatar: The Last Airbender, which I’m watching for the third time already.” He shakes his head. “It’s just so good.”

“Favorite app?”

He takes a second to think. “Spotify.”

“Secret talent?”

Sirius looks at her over the rim over his cup. “This is going to shock you. Ready?”

“Ready.”

“Hockey.”

“You’re the worst.” Despite her words, Dorcas smiles. “What the most adventurous thing you’ve done in your life?”

“Uh, probably going to Europe with some of the guys last year. We had a lot of fun, but it was crazy.”

“I can imagine it was. How would you define yourself in three words?”

“Tall, dark, and handsome.”

“And apparently not humble,” Dorcas teases. “Favorite piece of clothing?”

“Hoodies.”

“Clothing item everyone should have?”

“Hoodies.”

A door opens behind them and the camera turns; Remus walks out of the basement, covered in sweat as he wipes his forehead with the hem of his shirt and holds his skates in his other hand. “Baby, have you seen…” he trails off when he sees the group of people in the kitchen. Hattie’s tail thumps on the floor. “Um. Hello.”

“Hey, Remus, how are you doing?” Dorcas asks mildly.

The camera pans out to catch both Sirius, who is laughing quietly, and Remus, who flushes pink. “I’m good. I thought you were coming at ten?”

“It’s ten-thirty, sweetheart,” Sirius says, hiding his smile in his tea.

Remus glances at the clock before giving an awkward nod and walking toward the stairs. “I guess I’ll take a shower, then. Sorry about that. Uh, carry on.”

“What’s a superpower you would want?” Dorcas asks as soon as he disappears.

Sirius shakes his head with a grin. “Uh, teleportation. That would be really cool.”

“What’s inspiring you in life right now?”

“Ah, une grande question.” He thinks, then tilts his head toward the staircase. “Moments like that. And the Stanley Cup, of course.” He reaches back and knocks on the wooden cupboard.

“What cause is closest to your heart?”

“LGBT+ rights, especially trans rights. I’m privileged enough to have a platform and I intend to be loud as hell about that.”

“Good.” Dorcas sets her almost-empty mug on the table. “What’s one thing you’d say to your teenage self?”

Sirius lets out a long breath and drums his hands on the light blue ceramic of his cup. “I would say…it gets better. It really, really does. You’re going to feel super shitty for just a little bit longer, but then I promise you will be so incredibly happy that you wake up every morning and it hits you all over again.”

Dorcas nods, and the kitchen is quiet for a moment. “What’s a book that everyone should read?”

“The Hobbit, by J.R.R Tolkien.”

“What would you like to be remembered for?”

“This is going to sound so corny, but I want to be remembered for just being a good person.”

“That’s not corny. How do you define beauty?”

“Remus Lupin.”

“That’s corny,” she laughs, making him smile. “What do you love most about your body?”

“I’m a big guy, which can be a little bit intimidating, but it means I give really great hugs. I’m sure everyone saw the video that went around a while ago.”

“Cap Cuddles?”

He snorts. “Right. You’ve got Finn O’Hara to thank for that.”

“In your opinion, what’s the best way to take a rest or decompress?”

“Being alone,” Sirius says. “There is literally nothing better than getting home and sitting down with a book or something while I can hear Re doing his own thing and Hattie’s napping. It’s one of my favorite parts of the afternoon.”

“That’s the most introverted thing you’ve ever said.” Dorcas grins and finishes her tea just as a faint beeping noise begins in another room. “What’s your favorite way to experience art?”

“Through music, for sure.” He slides off the counter and walks down the hall, leading them toward the laundry room. He gives the camera crew a look as he pulls dry clothes out of the machine and heads back to the living room. “What? Did you think I didn’t do my own laundry?”

“You lost a sock,” Dorcas informs him, picking it off the ground and laying it on top of his head.

“Thanks, D.”

“What question do people ask that you wish they wouldn’t?”

“Lots of people have asked me when I decided to be gay, which is wrong on so many levels.”

“If you could master one instrument, what would it be?”

“Guitar or piano.” He dumps the load of laundry on the couch and opens the back door, holding it for the crew as they walk out into the sunshine. Hattie weaves through their legs and disappears into the bushes along the back.

“I might have to take your dog home with me. If you had a tattoo, where would it be?”

Sirius mock-glares at her. “Let me have my girl! Um, I would love to have a tattoo somewhere on my arm.”

“This might be a hard one. Dolphins or koalas?”

“Oh, that is hard. Probably dolphins. The ocean is terrifying but those little guys are just having a blast.”

“What’s the best gift you’ve ever received?” Dorcas asks as he picks up a tennis ball and throws it across the yard. Hattie emerges from the bushes and races after it in a blur of black fur.

“An engagement ring.”

“Yeah, it was.” Remus walks into the backyard and kisses Sirius’ cheek before bending down to catch Hattie in his arms. His hair is still damp from the shower. “Hello, sweet girl!”

“Who’s your favorite musician?”

“Queen.” Sirius laughs at her surprised look. “I’m gay, what did you expect?”

“True. What’s your favorite board game?”

“Monopoly.” Remus and Hattie disappear from the frame, but the bouncing sound of the tennis ball creates some background noise and Sirius watches them for a moment with pure affection.

“Favorite color?”

“Blue.”

“Least favorite color?”

“Orange.”

“Bowties or knot ties?”

He frowns. “Don’t they all have knots?”

“Smartass.”

“Yep! Uh, regular ties.”

“Bowties are superior!” Remus calls.

“Get your own questions!” Sirius laughs.

“Going off your music answers: records or CDs?”

“I don’t own a lot of records, so I’m going to have to go with CDs. I love the way vinyl sounds, though.” His eyes widen as he looks to the side. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Remus wheezes. “I didn’t need those ribs anyway.”

“For the viewers, the dog just football-tackled him into the grass,” Sirius says, and Dorcas snorts.

“Your hair is famously luscious. Blow-dry or air-dry?”

“Air dry.”

“Coffee or tea?”

“Coffee, but tea is nice in the evenings.”

“What’s the weirdest word in the English language?”

Sirius laughs. “There are so many. Uh, ‘jeez’ is the one that comes to mind first.”

“What about the French language?”

“Oiseaux,” he says in a crisp accent. “It means ‘birds’, and you pronounce about three of the actual letters.”

“Good to know. Do you prefer dark chocolate or milk chocolate?”

“Dark chocolate.”

“Stairs or elevators?”

“Elevators. I don’t want to walk up three floors after playing hockey for two and a half hours.”

“Summer or winter?”

Sirius bites his lip in thought as they walk around the yard, where small flowers line the fence in beds and colorful pots. “I love summer because I have actual free time to be with my friends, but winter is hockey season. I don’t know, next question.”

“What’s a dessert you don’t like?”

“I’m not a huge fan of caramel. It’s too sticky.”

“A skill you’re working on mastering?”

“Will you ban me from more interviews if I say hockey?”

“Yes.”

“In that case, I’m working on keeping plants alive, as you can probably see.” He taps the nearest flowerpot gently with his foot; it has ‘Harry’ painted across it in sloppy blue letters. “My godson made that for my birthday.”

“What’s the best thing to happen to you today?”

“This, for sure,” he says with a smile. “I haven’t seen you and Marley in ages.”

“We missed you, too. What’s the worst thing that happened to you today?”

He pouts slightly. “Burning my tongue on tea.”

“Hugs or kisses?”

“Hugs! Though I’ll accept kisses from a few very specific people.”

“Do you have a favorite smell?”

He pauses and cranes his neck to look behind the cameras. “Re?”

“Yeah?”

“What shampoo do you use?”

“Uhhh…” There’s a moment of quiet. “It’s something with lavender, I think.”

Sirius turns back to Dorcas. “Something with lavender.”

“How specific,” she laughs. “What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?”

He smiles to himself. “There was a young woman, maybe sixteen or seventeen, that came to one of the games earlier this season. I saw her standing with a puck and went over, and while I was signing it she looks at me and says, ‘you are exactly what I wish my older brother was like’. Turns out, she was bisexual and her brother wasn’t super accepting of her. That was…” He shakes his head. “That meant the world to me. I’ll never forget it.”

“You’ve definitely made a big impact on the community,” Dorcas agrees. “What’s the last piece of content you consumed that made you cry?”

“I watched ‘Soul’ the other night and almost had to pause it at one point to pull myself together.”

“Do you prefer animated movies or live-action?”

“Animated, mostly because I wasn’t allowed to watch Disney movies as a kid, so I’ve been catching up as an adult and they rock.”

“What’s your nerdiest quality?

“I love watching documentaries.”

“Sweet or savory?” The back door creaks a bit as they walk back inside and the camera catches a few frames of Hattie and Remus running around the yard together.

“Sweet.”

“In ten years, you have a daughter. What age do you let her date?”

Sirius gives Dorcas a look. “Whenever she wants to. I’m going to impose curfews and stuff, but I’m the last person on the planet to police her love life.”

“Good answer. What’s a song you can listen to on repeat?”

“Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen. Absolute banger.”

“If you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be?”

“Arthur Weasley,” he says after a moment. “I would love to know what it feels like to get up in the morning and know you’re about to spend another day wrangling our team. It’s a miracle he hasn’t killed us all with his clipboard.”

“How do you know you’re in love?”

“Oh.” Sirius blinks at her in surprise at the sudden topic change. “Well, for me, I think it’s just…being comfortable around someone. Being able to spend time with them without saying anything and knowing you’re safe, no matter what. It’s the best feeling in the world.”

“What are you most excited about at this time in your life?”

A slight smile crinkles his eyes. “Getting married. That’s going to be awesome.”

“Who is your go-to for having a good laugh?”

“James Potter. He’s the best, and I love him.”

“Last question,” Dorcas says, sliding her list into her pocket. “Many LGBT+ people, especially teenagers, have spoken about how you’re an inspiration. Any words for them?”

Sirius hums in thought. “First of all, thank you for being so open and welcoming. I would never have expected the sheer force of people’s love to come through like that when so many people were saying horrible things. Second, to any kids out there who need to hear it: I’m proud of you. It takes a lot to be true to yourself and even if you’re still in the closet, you’re just as valid as the rest of us. Stay proud.”

“That’s a wrap.” Dorcas gives him a quick hug that he happily returns. “Thanks for letting us crash your morning, Cap.”

“Any time. Thanks for tuning in to Lion Pride, everyone!”

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adenei · 4 years ago

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Ch. 2 How to Win a Witch in 10 Days

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James rolls out of bed after the third snooze of his alarm clock. He knows exactly how long he can wait until he has to get out of bed so he won’t be late for work. Sometimes he misses living with Sirius and Remus, who used to help make sure he was up and at ‘em on time.

Stretching, James releases a groan as he goes to the bathroom and turns the water on for a shower. At least I’m not competing for hot water anymore. He steps into the scalding hot spray. He’s barely been living on his own for a month, and has to admit the perks certainly outweigh the drawbacks. Besides, they still work together for Alastor’s Ads, so it’s not like they never see each other.

After a quick lather and rinse, James steps out and towels off. He figures he has a good ten minutes to floo to the office. He’s pulling clothes out of his closet when Remus’s Patronus bursts through the window.

Get to the office. Now.

“Well, that doesn’t sound foreboding or anything,” he mutters to himself.

He quickly dresses and grabs his bag before heading to the fireplace. He’ll have to take a mid-morning break to get a bite to eat since the wolf interrupted his usual routine. Tossing the powder into the hearth, he steps in and transports himself to the office.

Sirius and Remus are waiting for him when he arrives, with looks of concern donning their faces.

“What’s got your wands in a twist this morning?” James assumes it’s not dire, and that Remus only sent the Patronus as a stern reminder for timeliness.

“It’s the Zabini Jewels pitch,” Sirius responds.

The name raises the hairs on the back of James’s neck.

“What about it?” he plays it cool.

The three men begin walking to James’s office, where Remus shuts the door after they all pile in.

“Well, the good news is that Moody liked your pitch,” Remus states, clearly easing James in as he begins.

Alastor Moody is the owner of Alastor’s Ads. After a mission with the Aurors put him out of commission, Moody opened an advertising business to do something with his settlement claim. He knew how corrupt the advertising business can be, so he set out to make the industry a little more honest, consequently weeding out the shadier businesses in the process. In the ten years since the company opened, it’s risen to the top spot of marketing in Magical England.

James’s position typically consists of wooing clients from magical games and sports and the food and spirits industry, but he’s recently begun dabbling in businesses outside his forte. Zabini’s is an up and coming jewelry shop with a lot of money backing its name. James submitted the proposal to Moody earlier that week, hoping to hear whether he would be the one to move forward with the pitch.

“Why do I sense there’s a but…” James trails off.

“Well…” Remus grimaces.

“Oh, come off it! If you’re not going to tell him, then I will!” Sirius interjects. “Moody’s given the pitch to my cousins!”

“No!” James bangs his fist on his desk, causing some of the hot young interns who are standing by the water cooler to jump and turn around.

James relaxes enough to flash a charming smile their way as he turns back to his best friends. “That was my proposal! I should be the one who meets with Zabini!”

“We know. But Moody said something about women ‘knowing and understanding’ the business more,” Remus attempts to calm James.

“That’s bullshit! Maybe they’re the ones who receive the jewelry, but blokes are the ones who buy it!”

“I know, mate.” Sirius throws his hands in the air, indicating he’s not the one James needs to argue with.

James is pissed. He’s worked too hard on this proposal for Moody to give the pitch to someone else. I’m not going down without a fight.

“Where are they?”

“They already left for a meeting at Witch Weekly.”

“Well, when are they meeting with Moody?”

“At Abbott's tonight,” Sirius answers automatically. Remus shoots him a look.

“What are you thinking?” he asks.

James looks down at his desk. Memos are piling up from existing clients, but he can’t be arsed to worry about those right now. He needs to sign Zabini. It will be the breakthrough he needs to stand on his own in the business, and a way to finally prove to himself that he doesn't need to rely on his parent’s wealth.

A look of determination crosses his face. “I’m going to crash their meeting and sell my pitch.”

Sirius holds up his hand for a high five as Remus winces. “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea, James.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not going down without a fight.”

James sits at a small cocktail table, sipping on a firewhisky at Abbott’s, a swanky magical speakeasy tucked away in the heart of Muggle London. The walls are painted an elegant navy blue that stands in stark contrast with the white marble floor, giving off an air of class and wealth that James has always refused to engage in. Gold trim lines the backlit shelves that house bottles upon bottles of expensive alcohol for the bar’s many eager patrons.

Business starts to pick up as the night drones on, and James can’t help but notice how many beautiful women are out on this fine Thursday night. If he didn’t have a pitch to snag, he might be on the prowl, looking for a good time. But he’s already limiting himself to one drink so he can keep his mind clear, but that’s not to say the alcohol isn’t tempting.

“Potter, what are you doing here?” Moody’s gruff voice can be heard from across the room.

James immediately stands up on his boss’s arrival. Ordinarily, he’d hold out his hand in greeting, but Moody’s always been a suspicious man, so he forgoes the gesture.

“I heard you accepted my proposal for Zabini’s Jewels.”

“Yes, and it’s my intention to give the pitch to Narcissa and Andromeda.”

“Why, sir?” James asks. He’s about to continue when another voice juts in.

“Why what?” Andromeda asks.

As if on cue, the Black sisters appear.

“What’s he doing here?” Narcissa quickly follows.

“It’d only be fair if the person who submitted the proposal has a hand in acquiring the pitch,” James says as suavely as he can, ignoring the ladies’ interjection.

“Ha!” Andromeda scoffs, “James couldn’t possibly know enough about what women like to know how to sell jewels.”

“Yes, I don’t think he’s ever had a proper girlfriend to buy jewelry for,” Narcissa adds with a smirk.

“Ah, but there’s the catch. You may think it’s all about what women want. But does a man consult his girl when he’s out to buy her a ring?” James doesn’t give either woman a chance to respond before he answers for them. “Exactly. You’re not just looking at it from the angle of ‘what a woman wants.’ One has to consider the man who’s shopping for his girl, and that is where I come in.”

Moody is listening raptly to James’s argument, which seems like a good sign. James notices Andromeda and Narcissa share a nervous glance, and he knows his ideas are being received better than the women assumed.

“Potter brings up a good point,” Moody says. “Every other advertising company always focuses on the woman, but this has potential.”

“Can’t you see it now? We’d include the women in the slogan, of course: ‘Zabini’s Jewels, where dreams come true.’” James lifts his hands to outline an imaginary sign that bears his ideas.

“Please, you’ve never been in a relationship long enough to even contemplate any of that!” Narcissa smacks her hand on the table in annoyance. “How do you know what it’s like shopping as a man in love? You’d be an imposter!”

“Am I really an imposter if I’m simply waiting for the right woman to come along?” James raises his eyebrows to match the smooth sound of his voice.

“Says the guy who’s only rival for the one-night stand trophy is Sirius,” Andromeda says.

To be honest, that jab hurts. For years, James has had the image of ‘womanizer’ placed on his head, even since his Hogwarts days. Sure, he’s a flirt, but he’s definitely not the type of bloke to bring home a different woman every night.

“That’s not entirely true and you know it. I have fun, but not that much fun.”

“Prove it, then,” Narcissa crosses her arms in front of her chest in indignation.

“How?”

“Prove you’re capable of a serious relationship. That you can win a witch over and make her fall in love with you. Unless you don’t think you can handle anything more than taking a woman to bed,” Andromeda goads.

James is never one to back down from a challenge, but he worries the girls are doing this to throw him off his agenda. “I would gladly accept if this had anything to do with the Zabini pitch, but—”

“That’s an interesting offer,” Moody’s gruff voice interjects. All three look at him. “If you’re this cutthroat about winning a jewelry pitch, let’s have some fun with it. We’ve been invited to attend a gala that Zabini is hosting a week from Saturday. Find a woman and bring her as your date. If you can make her fall in love with you, you get the pitch. If you fail, the ladies win.”

“But how will you know he’s not paying the girl to fake it?” Narcissa pouts.

“I always know the truth,” Moody says. His glass eye is twitching in all directions as he stares at James with his good one.

Now, this is an interesting turn of events. James contemplates what Moody’s said. There has to be an easier way to shed the girls off his client, but his mind is coming up empty.

You did say you’d do anything earlier, didn’t you?

Yeah, he supposes he did.

“Alright, deal.”

“But we get to pick your lucky lady!” Andromeda interjects.

“What? No! I didn’t agree to that.”

“Oh, come on, it has to be someone completely neutral. We can’t have you calling up a friend and faking it, now can we?” Narcissa reasons.

Ugh, fuck them.

“I’ll allow it,” Moody says, as the girls begin scanning the room.

“Hmm, Cissy, who should we choose?”

“I don’t know, Andie, there are so many people here tonight. It’s bound to be tough. What about that one over there in the neon yellow dress with the black platform shoes?”

James groans. This is going to be a disaster.

“Or the overly eager woman by the bar in the too-tight green dress, downing her third martini of the night.” Andromeda smirks.

“Come on, ladies, let’s try and be fair here.” James makes the request, even though he’s not convinced they’ll listen.

“What about—” Narcissa begins to point out another woman, whom James is sure would never work, when Andromeda cuts her off.

“I’ve found her.”

Narcissa turns her head on a swivel, looking around with increased interest. “Who?”

“There, on the other end of the bar. Long auburn hair in the little black dress. She’s sipping on a cosmo.”

No fucking way.

James follows Andromeda’s eyeline until it falls on a very gorgeous, very familiar face. Lily Evans. His former Gryffindor schoolmate and long-time crush.

At first, James’s mind is screaming an adamant NO. That ship sailed during seventh year when he finally gave up his pursuit of Lily and settled with sixth year Hufflepuff Bridgette Carmicheal instead. It wasn’t until the end of term that he overheard Lily insisting that whatever feelings she thought she might have for him were gone.

‘He chose Bridgette, Marls. I strung him along for too long, and I lost my chance. I’m over it.’

Those words still sting as they hover in the back of his mind. James recalls breaking up with Bridgette within the week, hopeful that it wasn’t too late. But then Bridgette had taken the break-up horribly, and he knew going for Lily the next day wasn’t a good idea. Then graduation came and went, and he hasn’t seen her since.

Seeing her standing there now, his heart leaps into his throat. She’s just as beautiful as ever, and all those feelings he thinks he’s finally gotten over are back, like a tornado completely upending his life. This could be his chance—their chance—to finally make a go of things. The thoughts begin whirring in his mind of ways to win her over.

“Done.”

Before James realizes what he’s doing, he’s standing up, and his feet are carrying him over to where she’s sipping on her drink. She doesn’t see him coming.

“Evans,” he croons as he sidles up next to her.

Her body stiffens when she hears his voice. James hasn’t thought what her reaction might be upon seeing him for the first time in years. Well, it’s too late to back out now. I’ve got a pitch to win and a second shot with the girl of my dreams.

She turns around after a moment, her face impassive, but not unwelcoming.

“Potter.” She’s eyeing him up and down. “Long time, no see.”

“Yeah, since when? Graduation?”

“Something like that,” she shrugs nonchalantly.

“What brings you to Abbott’s?” James would rather know how often she comes here, but he keeps that question to himself.

“It’s been a long week, and I needed a night out. You?”

“Same.” James contemplates what’s made this week long, and is about to ask when Lily continues without prompting.

“Though I forget how stuffy this place can be,” Lily sighs, “Marlene and Alice convinced me to come, but I can’t say I’m having much success in tonight’s pursuits. And I’m starting to think they’ve ditched me. Though, I suppose all’s fair in love and war when you enter the dating game. Don’t you agree?”

Her comment almost throws James off as he looks down at the hand holding her cosmopolitan. He breathes a sigh of relief and thanks Merlin that there’s no ring on her finger. So, she’s looking for a good time tonight, is she? Well, I can certainly show her a good time—and then some—if she’ll let me.

“Couldn’t agree more,” he says in an attempt to continue engaging her in conversation.

She makes the effort to look around the room. Now is his chance to make a move.

“You hungry?”

Lily observes him carefully. James can tell she’s closed off and knows he needs to reassure her that it’s innocent, for now…

“C’mon, Evans, it’s just dinner. Catching up can’t hurt, can it?” He pauses for a moment before making the split-second decision to add, “I’ve missed you.”

It’s true. Standing here with Lily now, James wonders how he coped over the past three years. He thought he’s been managing just fine, but her presence brings back everything he’s so desperately missed about her. James doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until he sees her relax. Her eyebrows soften and the smallest smile plays at the corners of her lips.

She sets her almost empty glass down on the bar before sliding off her stool. “Well, Potter, how can I resist when you put it like that? Lead the way.”

James can’t help the grin that spreads on his face. He holds out his arm as Lily gingerly latches on. Her touch sends a tingle up his spine as they move toward the doors.

Before he forgets, James takes a quick glance back at Moody, Andromeda and Narcissa. He flashes a smirk that he hopes says ‘you’re going down’ before turning back to the beautiful woman on his arm. After ten years of pining, he’s finally got Lily Evans right where he’s always wanted her, and he’s determined not to ruin this second chance.

#jily fanfiction #jily fic #james x lily #jily #james potter #lily evans #magical au #inspired by How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days

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halothenthehorns · 4 years ago

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Catch a Falling Star

by bookhater95

5 Times Remus was afraid to fly and one time he wasn't. Wolfstar galore

Sirius had already decided that Lupin kid was the odd one before they'd all lined up next to their brooms, him last with tentative steps at the bit of wood. All he did was sleep up in their dorms whenever he wasn't poring over homework, you'd think the lad would enjoy a bit of fun they were being forcibly taught.

James leaned over to whisper in his ear, "I can't decide which is funnier to watch, that guy, or Snivilius?"

Said pompous Slytherin was standing next to his own broom and glowering down at it as if ready to throw a hex at that instead of them for once. How was it possible they seemed the only two ready to have some fun?

A whistle was blown and Sirius' jumped right into his hand of course, he even swung his leg over already before even being prompted and sat proud and ready to do more than just hover, when he again glanced over and saw Remus Lupin looked quite green around the edges, putting some color in his usually gray face.

Pity warred with hilarity, all the idiot had to do was get off the ground, but then, he'd also offered his notes already before they'd even had to ask as a sign of good will if the two promised to keep it down at night, which they'd graciously been doing by being ten times louder in the common room.

At least when they came up and he was snoring away it didn't bother them, Snape on the other hand had been nothing but a useless waste since the train and deserved to have that smarmy look brushed from his face. The fallback would just be happenstance.

A quick curse at just the right spot, and the broom went bucking wildly away with its rider shouting profanities even Sirius didn't yet know. A girl burst out laughing in delight, while Remus watched the progression in horror as if his worst nightmare were being played out. Sirius winced as he realized he hadn't thought that all the way through, but then the other boys eyes caught his, and he smiled. He'd seen him do it, and he mouthed 'thank you' as Snape hit the mud, disbanding their flying practice for now.

The pitch had long since emptied out, James in the lead as he ran across the entirety of their school with excitement for making the team, but Sirius hung back as he sat in the warm sun and trimmed the tails of his precious broom for practice that evening.

Remus came down from the stands and sat beside him until he was finished with that quiet air of his, he hadn't even brought a book this time, just watching him handle his broom with fond exasperation. "I'll never understand you lots appeal to this madness," he told yet again as if he hadn't been doing so for over a year now.

"And I'll never understand how anyone can hate being in the air," Sirius said back at once. "Won't you give it a go, just once?" Remus blanched in disgust and finally took a leery step away from him, eyeing the cloudless sky above as if a hand would reach down and squash them all. "Don't you trust me?" He wheedled. "I've never fallen off a broom and I'm not going to just let you!"

"I'd really rather not," he pleaded. "Honestly Sirius, isn't the promise of sitting in the stands and watching enough for you?"

"For now," he pouted as he slung it over his shoulders and clapped him on the back. "I'll get you one day though, you mark my words."

"Haven't you learned by now not to bet against me," Remus said back with a challenging smile he only ever showed around them.

"You cheated, not getting caught last time!" Sirius was instantly distracted and pulled into the argument as he allowed himself to be steered to lunch.

The moon was three quarters full above them. The stands were empty and every snatch of wind had them standing closer together than normal as they shivered and sized each other up.

"Sirius, this really isn't necessary," Remus whispered. "I said I forgive you, and I do, please stop trying to make it up to me, especially like this."

"Please?" He was, actually begging. He looked as distraught as when he'd confessed what he'd almost done to Snape.

"Why is this so important to you?" Remus wasn't even sure he heard he spoke so quietly.

"Because I," Sirius was still clutching the broom and looking at him with hungry eyes. "I want to, prove that I'm worth, more than just a killer. Moony, I want to give you good memories too."

Remus stepped close and cupped his cheek. Sirius leaned into the touch without breaking eye contact, watching his every inflection carefully. "You've given me more than I'll ever dream of Padfoot," he promised, putting special emphasis on the dog nickname. "I look forward to the future because of you."

Sirius melted in his palm, turning his face just enough to kiss his wrist before covering his hand with his own and smiling. Just a sweet, simple gesture that meant the world to him, that Sirius even seemed to enjoy his touch was a miracle he'd never believe anyone would because of his affliction and Sirius proved wrong every day. "Okay," he whispered, dropping the broom and pulling him in closer.

"What are you up to?" Remus asked, trying to keep the worst of the poutiness out of his voice for going out into the cold November air given the occasion.

"Nope," Sirius refused to answer, again. "It's my birthday, it's my surprise!"

"Pretty sure that's the opposite of how this is suppose to work," he corrected in exhaustion, but was ignored as Sirius got him all the way out to the broom shed and pushed him inside before closing it and leaning in to grin up at him.

Remus started to frown already, his gut clenching unpleasantly at how this was starting even as Sirius tried to coax otherwise by trailing his hand up and down his zipped pants suggestively. "So, shall we do what does work then? Our last year here, I'd love to get the full experiences of life."

"Like getting ourselves expelled early," he tried to curb, plenty distracted by Sirius' nimble fingers but eyes still darting around to all the broom tails suspiciously, the strong smell of wood polish was making him nauseous. "Please be gentle with whatever's about to happen." Sirius laughed lightly, but there was a hesitation now as he prodded at the button but didn't move farther like he was second guessing himself now. "Sirius?" He asked uneasily.

He let his hand drop and pouted up at him. "Never mind, I guess. I thought, I don't know, but never mind."

"Well at least tell me what you were thinking?" He offered in consolation even as he relaxed in relief.

"It's stupid, you'll laugh," he muttered, moving to hold his neck now and pull him in for a proper kiss. "Just, bloody shag me, yeah?"

Guilt tampered out the need though as he gently kissed him back before leaning out and frowning. "You're making me feel like an arse, just tell me, I promise I won't laugh."

"I, um," his eyes darted to his and away to his own broom before going back and repeating the pattern several times before reluctantly blurting, "I was hoping you would, let me give you a ride. Just a small one, I swear, we'd barely hover off the ground, but you clearly still don't want to, so let's just let it go."

Remus bit his lip rather than go back to kissing him as he stroked his hair absently for a few moments and watched hope war with his insistent expression to let it drop back off. "This really means a lot to you, doesn't it?"

"No," he impulsively lied. Something of that eleven-year old who still wanted to laugh at anyone being afraid of heights though would always be in his boyfriend, and Remus knew that. "I've never pushed you, have I? Just, thought you'd want to give it a try now, it's been so long, and a lots happened since then. The wizarding world is literally at war Remus, we don't even know how many more birthdays we're going to get, so I just sort of thought this little thing of yours had fallen off. I was wrong, I won't bring it up again, promise."

Remus kissed him then, because he was incapable of doing anything else in that moment or he'd explode. Sirius snogged him back eagerly, and as always let himself be guided anyway Moony wanted as he started pushing and nudging him to whatever position he desired. Sirius obviously wasn't expecting to be let go though when they were in the center of the little space and blinked his eyes open in concern to see Remus reaching out and holding his broom.

It was a gift from the Potter's he'd screamed like a delirious child over, it was the same one he rode on every Quidditch game, so it's not as if Remus grabbed at random. His heart stuttered with hope, but then he just watched in confusion as Remus let it go at chest height. It hovered in place, and then Moony moved fast, he squealed in surprise a noise threat of death couldn't make him admit had issued from his throat as his waist was seized.

"Ask me again after the war," he whispered as he sat him down on it sidesaddle, stepping in-between his legs. "Doesn't mean we can't have some fun in the meantime?"

Sirius laughed in delight and vowed, "I'm going to remember that."

"Her name is Elvendork," Sirius told him with pride as he ran a rag over her chassis one last time.

"Of course it is," Remus nodded without surprise. "Do you plan on many broken bones at once, or just one at a time?"

"Moony, how dare you," Sirius scowled. "I've never fallen out of the air in my life, I most certainly won't start now!"

It was no use telling him otherwise, Sirius was a natural skyborne and he knew it. "Just please be careful," he asked instead. "You and Prongs, watch your back, you promise?"

"Her christening night out Remus!" Sirius reminded with the same delirious happiness he'd had the entire time he'd put her together. "Voldemort himself couldn't knock us out of the air!" He stopped and watched him roll his eyes and bit down hard on his lip to stop himself asking just like he had every other time the idea popped into his head. Remus would say no, he hadn't even gotten within arms length of his beautiful motorcycle. "Kiss for luck never hurts though," he added as he sat astride her.

Remus stepped forward willingly and moved their lips together with eagerness. Blood rushed so fast through Sirius he didn't even stop to consider himself as he abruptly stood up and grabbed him, trying to pull him forward and down with him, and to his utter amazement Remus complied, settling himself down and opening his mouth in an invitation Sirius greedily accepted. Moony even began knotting up his long hair in his fingers and grating against him, it was intoxicating and he longed to let his fingers itch off his waist and just casually flick the engine on, maybe even just being astride it with the power activated would be okay, and if they happened to start getting a bit off the air while he kept Remus distracted than surely-

"Oi! Padfoot! Are you coming or what?"

Sirius startled and fell off the bike as James' voice echoed from his pocket mirror. Remus watched him with amusement as he got up and offered him a hand.

"I hate all of you," he groused as he dug it out.

"Love you too," Moony gave him one last promising peck before stepping back away.

And 1

The Shrieking Shack had been their reunion, but Sirius Black abruptly showing up on his doorstep with a stolen hippogriff while being on the run from the world was their official homecoming.

"Ah Padfoot," he chuckled for old times when Sirius' latest crazy stunt wouldn't surprise him. Actually, that was a lie, Sirius continued to surprise him his whole life with every turn they took. "You know I can't go on the run with you."

"I know," Sirius nodded, he hadn't even dismounted but just smiled down at him as he reached out and gently traced one of the scars he hadn't been there for. "Just couldn't leave without saying goodbye first."

The awkward silence hung as they watched each other. To many words from their past hovered between them, it may even take another long thirteen years to unravel it all and really be able to talk again. Maybe distance would help. Neither still moved away.

"You all unpacked yet?" Sirius stalled even as he drew his hand away. "Settling back in to, whatever the hell you 've been up to."

"We can talk about that later," he promised. "You'll owl me, won't you? The birds won't trace back to you, I swear."

"I'll get word to you Moony," Sirius promised solemnly. He turned away then, looking at the horizon with long dormant eyes that were finally waking up again.

He couldn't bare to watch him leave again without a proper smile. "What's the matter with you, not even going to offer me a ride first?"

"What?" Sirius just looked at him in pure confusion, blinking dazedly like he'd forgotten he was here.

"You forgot, didn't you?" Remus whispered. There was no need to watch him for any hint of a joke. The haggard lines of his face, the mess of his hair and prison robes, it was like looking at a warped mirror of the teenager he'd once loved with all his heart and given out on.

"Forgot what?" Sirius asked in concern. Shit, it wasn't Remus' birthday. Azkaban had taken away memories, but not facts, he still knew dates.

Remus seized his shoulder and climbed without a second of hesitation, hooking his boot into the notch in Buckbeak's wing-joint like a pro as he swung himself up behind him. Wrapping his arms tight around Sirius' waist after thirteen long years felt as natural as breathing, but Sirius remained frozen beneath him in surprise unlike usual. "Padfoot?" He whispered in concern.

"Are you, really offering, I mean, I'd swear I remembered, but maybe I was wrong," he began babbling and wasn't even twitching, unnaturally still.

"I did use to be afraid of heights," he promised, squeezing his hands and resting his forehead against the back of his shoulder. "Please don't do that to yourself. I once told you though I'd give this bloody flying thing a try after the war, and well," he swallowed as he heard how hollow this would probably sound to someone who had never really left the war, time had abandoned Sirius in there. "I won't waste anymore time being afraid of something as silly as a little height. Not when I have you again."

To his horror, Sirius' chest stuttered beneath him, he gasped in a breath and Remus leaned forward to see his old love was actually crying.

"Sirius?" He asked again in concern, moving to get off now and get him to come with him inside. Instead his hands left the birds neck and clamped down on his knees still resting on the wings to hold him in place, breathing raggedly but refusing to move, so Remus waited. He rested his chin on the shirt and leaned over to kiss his wet cheek and neck gently, closing his eyes and just letting him be.

"We can't go back," Sirius finally spoke, and Remus fought back his own sob at hearing true emotion in his voice again, the likes of which he'd thought stripped away from him forever. Love, Sirius still loved him, his past he was still piecing together. "I keep hoping I'll find something out here that hasn't changed, now even shit I didn't know about is different. You'd never get on a broom with me before, would you?"

"No," he admitted, "but I never said I had a problem with winged creatures. You just never asked."

Sirius threw his head back and laughed. That sharp barking noise he'd gone far too long without hearing. "A hippogriff. You're really telling me I never thought of that?"

"I'd never lie about something like this," he grinned, nuzzling as tight into his back as he could. "Now please, the poor creature's getting restless." Buckbeak had been remarkably still and calm beneath them the whole time in fact, but Sirius didn't call him out on it. "Can't I have that ride?"

"Anything for you Moony," Sirius' voice was brimming with excitement, his brittle fingers squeezed Remus' legs before nudging him around a bit, making sure his feet were securely behind the coming wingspan. Remus just held on tighter to his chest and leaned into his every motion with anticipation as Sirius rode with his legs and their hippogriff began a soft walk at once. "Hold on now," Sirius dug his fingers back into the deep gray feathers, sitting properly with his back straight but nearly vibrating with anticipation.

"I'm not letting go," he promised.

Sirius did something with his legs again, and their ride moved to a fast gallop in one stride, Remus worried for a moment his hold went painful on Padfoot but he merely whooped with delight and shouted, "get ready!"

There was no warning that he could tell, the wings burst forth and unfurled with a beautiful glory of streaming feathers already flapping and beating the air around them as they launched into the dark night, the two laughing the entire time.

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Chapter 107 - SBT

Here it is!

"Meow…"

"Non, mon garçon." Lucien turned his head. "Glovy, those tomatoes are not ready yet, do not bite them."

[No, my boy.]

"Meow!"

"Glovy..." Mundy added from a few metres away, in a fatherly tone. He was lying on the grass with a hat on his face and Soot lying on his chest and stomach, napping.

"Meow…!"

"Glovy, you don't want me to count to three now…" Mundy said and the kitten obeyed on the spot.

"He listens to you better than he does me." Lucien said, raising his head from the tomato plants. He had spent the afternoon there, helping Caroline to take care of the plants. He had trimmed the trees and was now on his knees, removing the weeds between the tomatoes.

The kittens were roaming around, discovering fresh grass and a garden. Most of them played with the plants innocently. Only Glovy had wanted to taste them with his little fangs.

"Kitties? Who wants some treats?"

"Mum, you gave them some after lunch already…!" Mundy removed his hat off of his face and looked up at his mother.

"It's four in the afternoon! Someone's gotta feed the little ones so that they grow strong, eh, Glovy?"

"Meow! Meow! Meow!" The kittens came jumping around Caroline's feet. She sat on a chair and bent down to deal the treats to the eager little balls of fluff.

Mundy was laying on the grass, with Soot on his chest, while Perle was inside, with Mike.

"Easy on the food, Glovy."

Glovy stopped chewing sharp before resuming. He swallowed his treat and his ears pulled back. Caroline winked at the kitten and offered him an additional treat, as she put a finger on her lips.

"Mum… Don't try and feed him behind my back."

"How did you know?"

"Cause you used to do the same with me." Mundy said as he opened his eyes and stood up. "Right, I need to go now, Mum. I'll say bye to Dad on my way."

"You need to go?" Lucien raised surprised eyebrows and turned to his lover who was approaching him.

"Yeah, but don't worry, we'll spend the evenin' together. There's somethin' I need to do first. And by the way…" Mundy crouched to whisper in Lucien's ear. "Dress up nice and come at 7pm at the crossroad between the High Street and King James Avenue."

Lucien's cheeks went pink.

"Fine, I will."

"Be there on time and put on the nicest clothes you have. We'll spend the evenin' just you and me." Mundy turned to his mother who was playing with the kittens. "Mum, you'll watch over the cats tonight, right?"

"Yeah, we will, don't worry…!" Caroline answered.

"Right, I'd better go then, I got stuff to prepare." Mundy winked at Lucien and the Frenchman felt like the most special man on Earth. "See you later, Lu'."

"See you, Mundy."

Mundy went away and Lucien stayed with Caroline in her garden. The kittens seemed to love playing there. Soot went to Lucien and sat next to him while the Frenchman went on cleaning the plants area.

And soon, the time came for Lucien to go and get ready himself.

"Don't worry, Lucien, I'll keep an eye on them." Caroline came to the living-room.

"Yeah, you go and find Micky. We'll take care of the kids." Mike answered from the sofa, brushing Perle, lying like a queen on his stomach and lap.

Lucien went to Mike and sat down next to him for a moment.

"Are you sure about this? I would understand if you changed your mind. Looking after all these little ones is quite tiring."

"What are you on about? They're lovely!" Caroline said. "Besides, playin' in the garden got them all tired and they're sleeping now."

"Yeah, and look at this one. She likes watchin' the television with the old man, eh?" Mike looked at Perle on his lap.

"I think what she likes the most is the attention, the scratches and you feeding her treats…"

"Maybe, but she likes me too! Eh, baby, tell yer dad you like your old Mike, yeah?"

"Meow!" Perle answered.

"See? She does!"

Lucien got closer to the sofa.

"Thank you very much, Mike, I really appreciate your efforts."

Mike moved his eyes from the television screen to Lucien's light blue eyes.

"Well, thank you too. Carrie was right."

"I heard that!" A feminine voice said from the kitchen and Mike rolled his eyes with a smile.

"I mean," Mike went on. "Micky really found what he was lookin' for with you."

"I try my best."

"Ya don't need to, son. Now you guys go and have yer fun. And whatever you do, you watch out for each other, yeah? And you be good to my Micky, eh?"

"I dream of nothing else."

"Did he tell ya what's the plan?"

"Mike…! It's their evening, not yours, get yer nose out of their business right now!" Caroline answered from the kitchen, surrounded by the mewling kittens.

"Non, I do not know." Lucien answered, whispering.

"Lucien!" She added and both Mike and Lucien chuckled.

"Right, you go before she gets out the kitchen and tells us off, yeah?"

"I shall, thank you again for looking after the babies."

"Meow?" Perle raised her head and her paw to her Papa. Lucien took it and left a kiss on her white fluff.

"I shall see you tomorrow."

"You have a good evenin', Lu'!"

"Merci, Caroline, see you tomorrow!"

And Lucien left the house. Mundy had told him to go back home and get ready for an evening just with him. What for? Lucien didn't know, but if Mundy thought he could surprise Lucien, he had another thing coming!

Lucien had hesitated quite a bit before deciding, but he shall do it. He headed straight for the bedroom when he arrived, he lost no time stripping naked and started the act. He had dressed as a woman before, oui, and had put on the whole elegant show. This time, it shall be different. This time, he shall play another card.

He had talked to Richard about it and the taylor agreed to help, not without having a second of surprise however. It was a request for a dress, but not any odd one.

"Cut?"

"Close to the skin, but comfortable and not compromising."

"Length?"

"Down to half of the thighs."

"Colour?"

"Bright red."

"Dinner or social event?"

"Special occasion, something intimate."

Richard blushed slightly and his moustache only seemed more white in contrast with his pinkish skin. He stopped taking notes for an instant to clear his throat, before going on.

"Fabric?"

"Enticing to the eye and the touch."

"Any special requirements?"

"The cleavage." Richard raised an eyebrow. "Generous." Lucien added.

The Frenchman had his eyes closed on the tailor's armchair, imagining the dress as he described it. The smoke of his cigarette wreathed and curled, rising in the air.

"Anything to go with it?"

"Do you happen to make lingerie?"

Richard adjusted the glasses on his nose.

"I do."

"Can you do it for men?"

"I thought you had resigned." Richard answered.

"What? Non, I am still a teacher, but what does it have to do with-?"

"No..." Richard took his eyes off of his notebook. "I thought you had resigned from your military duties."

"Of course, I have. I am not a spy anymore…!"

"Then, why the disguise?" Richard asked.

"It is no disguise."

The tailor frowned.

"I will not act a part that isn't myself." Lucien made himself clearer. "If my demand cannot be met, I understand perfectly, Richard. But if I am asking you of all people, it is because I know the quality of your work, and I wouldn't want anyone else for this. I wouldn't be able to ask anyone else."

Richard raised his eyes to Lucien.

"I shall do it. After your last request, I thought that it was for someone else…"

"Non, of course not." Lucien said. "It is for me."

"I am relieved." Richard nodded.

"What were you imagining?" Lucien asked.

"Well… If you had come back to your military duties, then surely you wouldn't work for France, and as such, I should have to treat you with distrust, at least. And if, like last time, you asked me to use your measurements to fit the dress, then surely, with M…?"

"Oh, you thought my relationship with M ended and I was now seeing a woman?"

Richard nodded.

"What else could I have understood?"

"And why would I train my walking with high heels here?" Lucien answered.

"Ah, yes, that I do not know…"

"I merely want to surprise Mundy." Lucien answered. "You should have seen his face last time when he finally understood that the woman flirting with him was me in fact." Lucien chuckled, thinking about it again. "But again, if you do not want to do it for any reason, I shall by no means force you."

"Non, please." Richard shook his head. "I must admit that your orders always push the limits of my knowledge and my craft. My apologies for judging, and badly so. I should take this as an opportunity to hone my skills and teach my sons with me." Richard nodded to himself. "You know, uhm…" He looked left and right before going on. "One of my sons, Paul, the eldest…"

"What about him?" Lucien asked.

"He… I think you and M gave him the courage that he needed." Richard blushed and Lucien didn't understand where he was going. "He… He confessed to his mother and I that he… He prefers gentlemen."

Lucien's eyebrows jumped in surprise.

"Now, we did have our doubts but he just confirmed it and… We are actually delighted that he worked up the courage to tell us."

The Frenchman smiled.

"He is fortunate enough to have a father who describes himself as 'delighted' about it." Lucien said.

"Indeed. I imagine others are not so fortunate."

"Far from it."

Richard shook his head.

"Anyway, now, to come back to the dress…"

And Lucien described the vision he had, something that was enticing, revealing and inviting. The only thing the Frenchman wished he could buy was a few years of his life back. Ah, he wished he was closer to Mundy's age…

In any case, he put on the lingerie, the stockings, the dress, and the assorted red high-heeled stilettos. Lucien then went to the bathroom and put on his make-up. Eyeliner, mascara and this time, a hint of red lipstick. He put on golden earrings, a long and thin golden necklace and looked at himself in the mirror.

His hair.

What should he do with it? Ponytail? Bun? Braid?

Non, non, non. He needed something bold, something to go with the glamourous show he had been planning.

"Fine then…" He grabbed his hair dryer and a brush, and got to work.

-- Later --

"Gosh, he should be here…" Mundy looked at his watch and his eyebrows jumped. "Ah, yeah…"

He had worn Lucien's watch for the night, the one he had broken on the day he had died. It was permanently 4.26pm.

He smiled.

Looking at that broken watch didn't pinch his heart anymore, and especially not today. It made him smile. That broken watch was an I love you in itself, it was something that Lucien had left before giving away one year of his remaining life. And for what? For the mad hope that somehow he would end up with Mundy. Somehow…

"C'mon…" Mundy wanted to wipe his sweaty hands on his trousers but refrained from doing so. "Mh." He grumbled and waited.

He had told Lucien to be there, at that crossroad, and on time. It wasn't too far from the house. But the Aussie started to be nervous. He thought back about what his mother and father had told him and kept on repeating to himself to breathe.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, take a deep-

"Hey there, 'scuse me," Mundy turned to the feminine voice and the pat on the shoulder. "D'you know where I could find a wild man in a van?"

Mundy's eyebrows jumped. In the night street, the Aussie couldn't see the woman clearly, but gosh, the curves, the shapes…! Mundy's eyes snapped back to her eyes, not without lingering at the wide cleavage and the golden necklace shimmering around her neck, diving down her shy chest.

"Uh, what?"

"Mundy, it is me." Lucien chuckled. "How many times can I fool you?"

"What?! How the fuck?! Hold on…" Mundy put his hands on Lucien's shoulders and pulled him under a lamp post.

"Holy dooley…! What have you… Is it really you? I mean…"

"And look at you, mon amour. What is this suit? I have never seen it."

Mundy looked down at himself.

"Well, you aren't the only one who can go to Richard and ask for somethin' special, eh? Like it?"

Lucien took a keen look. The cut was well adjusted, close to Mundy's body. It made him look even taller. The Frenchman let his fingers touch the fabric.

"Soft, yet one can feel little asperities. Mixed fabrics, satin and cotton of India."

"Gosh, you sound like Richard." Mundy chuckled. "Like the colour?"

"Dark, Burgundy red. One of my favourites." Lucien said.

"Guessed so."

"How?"

"The first time I met you, as a spook, you were dressed in dark red, the suit, the tie, the balala-thingy. Thought I might wear it this time, give it a try. Besides, Richard went about givin' me a lecture about how it would suit me cause of my skin tone or somethin'..."

"Ooh, paid attention we have, huh?" Lucien chuckled.

"Hard to ignore the tailor when he gets emotional, eh?" Mundy grinned. "But I uh… I mean I look at you and uh… Is that really you?"

"Look into my eyes." Lucien raised his eyes to Mundy and the Aussie raised a shy hand to his cheek, cupping it gently, while the other rested on Lucien's hip.

"Gosh, you're… You're even more than last time."

"More what?" Lucien asked with a smile that made Mundy's heart flutter.

Mundy was devouring him with his eyes. The red, short dress, the black tights, the red high-heels and gosh the face… The face! The eyeliner, the dark yet subtle shadow on his eyelids. Mascara? Was that mascara? His eyelashes didn't need it, they naturally were long and thin, and gently flapped like the wings of a butterfly.

"Is that… lipstick…?" Mundy squinted on Lucien's lips.

Lucien gently nodded.

"You didn't have that last time."

Lucien shook his head and lowered it.

"Hey…" Mundy put an index finger under Lucien's chin and raised it. "You're beautiful, baby doll." He smiled and Lucien blushed. "And what's with the hair…? Curly and fluffed up? That's… bold. Reminds me of a certain spook I met back in the days, eh."

"Is it too much?" Lucien asked, his eyes still evading Mundy's as the pink on his cheek deepened.

"Nah. It's… It's amazin'."

Lucien finally raised shy eyes to his lover.

"Really?" He whispered.

"Yeah, really. And look at you… Dress, purse and everythin'... A gorgeous doll you are."

"Yours, please?"

"Course, I'd never imagine that-"

"Hey!" A voice cut them. A group of men were passing by. "The doll busy for tonight?"

"Yeah, come with us, baby…!" Another man from the group added.

They were clearly past tipsy. Mundy frowned.

"We're busy." He simply growled.

"C'mon mate!"

"Sharin' is carin'!"

"C'mere baby…!"

"Hands off!" Mundy clenched his jaw and pulled Lucien to himself. "Lay a finger on her and I'll make a necklace of yer teeth."

"Wohow," One of the men went. "Possessive bloke in a suit. We're five, you're alone, what are you gonna do?"

"Pop yer teeth," Mundy pointed at the first one. "Re-arrange yer ugly mug," He pointed at the second. "Break your leg." His finger moved again. "And you two, you'll get so scared, you'll shit yourselves and run away."

The group of men laughed.

"Well, then, come and get my teeth if ye like, mister suit and tie!"

Mundy turned to Lucien. The Frenchman's heart was pounding so hard that the dress around the cleavage was shaking. The Aussie bent down to kiss Lucien's brow. "Stay here, baby doll, I'll take just a sec."

"Mundy, you don't have to-"

"No. I said no one'd touch you and I mean it."

"Then please, go easy on them. The last thing we need is the police after us, especially me, in this attire." Lucien said.

"Yeah, now stay right here." Mundy kissed Lucien's hand and turned to the group of drunken men. "C'mere then…" Mundy opened his suit jacket. One punch flew and the first man got unconscious before his body hit the ground. "Teeth out? Now, you c'mere…" Another punch flew and the second man hit the floor limply. "And you, yer leg…!" Mundy raised his heeled boot and that's when Lucien realised that those were brand new. They weren't brown, they were black, to better go with the suit. Mundy stomped his heel down the other man's tibia as he had wrapped an arm around his neck. Even Lucien heard the bone break and the Frenchman's thighs tensed.

Non, non, non, non…! The Frenchman bit his lip and stepped on his own toe to prevent his body from showing the effect that Mundy's confidence had on him.

"Now, both of you, d'you know who we are?" Mundy addressed the two remaining drunkards. Their knees had given up, they were on the floor, eyes wide and breath sort. As the Aussie didn't receive any response, he bent down and took one of them by his collar. "I said: d'you know who we are?" He spoke slowly, his nostrils flared and his eyes flashing fiercely.

"N-no, w-we don't know! We swear! Just thought the sheila was for the takin'! We swear!"

"Then take your mate to a hospital and if you mention my sheila'n me, believe me, I'll find you." Mundy said menacingly and didn't see that under the lamp post, Lucien bit his lip. The Aussie let go of the drunk man and dusted himself off before closing his jacket again and coming back to Lucien. He offered his hand and the Frenchman gladly held it as they started walking in the street. "Sorry about that, baby."

"I… It… Ah…"

"You alright?" Mundy asked with a chuckle.

"Oui… I think? This is quite an eventful way to start the evening."

"And it's only the start, luv'. Now, can you climb on the bike with yer dress?"

"Oui."

"Then c'mere and hang on tight."

Mundy straddled the motorcycle that he had parked a bit further away and invited Lucien to hop on behind him. He started the engine and drove through the streets. Lucien wondered what the Aussie had in mind for them but soon understood when the streets became familiar.

Eventually, Mundy parked and turned to Lucien, whose dress shimmered under the golden lights of the establishment that both men knew very well.

The Queen Victoria.

"Remember this place?" Mundy asked, helping Lucien out of the motorcycle.

"Of course, I do." Lucien answered but he frowned. "Did you book a table there? I cannot go inside, for them, I am dead."

"Relax, I know. I didn't book anythin'. Just wanted to bring you here."

Both stood side by side, about a dozen or so metres away from the entrance and Mundy laced an arm around Lucien's waist.

"Brought you here cause this is where I saw you for the first time." Mundy said and Lucien smiled.

"Are you feeling nostalgic?"

"Not really. Just been thinkin' about it all, from the start till today. We've done some mad stuff, eh?"

"Quite the adventure indeed." Lucien agreed and leaned on Mundy's side. From where they were they could hardly hear anything but the muffled sound of the music playing in the restaurant.

"When I saw you in there, you woke things up in me." Mundy said. "At first, I didn't really understand. But the more I came to your shows and listened to you, the more I understood that I just wanted to hold someone, I wanted to have someone to say the words you were singin' to. And then I realised that I wanted someone to sing those words to me… As pathetic as it sounds, I was on my seat there, and I just imagined you were singin' for me."

Lucien leaned his head on Mundy's shoulder.

"I just… I didn't even want intimate stuff, I just wanted to touch someone, hold their hands, be touched by their hands… Feel like I exist and not just drag my feet from one day to the next." Mundy sighed. "You… You made me fall in love with an idea."

Lucien raised his head to Mundy and smiled sweetly.

"With your voice, I just… I felt like I was head over heels for someone who doesn't know I exist, and I didn't even know if they did too. But I felt it in my heart, the butterflies in my stomach, everythin'. I was in love, but with no one."

Lucien grabbed Mundy's arm between both of his and squeezed him gently.

"I-I don't know if that makes sense."

"Oui, it does." Lucien said. "You had the same effect on me. I think what we felt was longing. We both had love to give but no one to give it to, no one was worthy enough of the pain and the sacrifices that one does when one is in love. Because when you are in love, then you do not count. Such sacrifices of your time, your space, your energy, your money, all those do not appear as sacrifices, they are investments. You are investing in something that you are building, as opposed to yielding to something that costs you more than what you gain from it."

"Yeah… Yeah, that's the idea." Mundy nodded.

Silence fell between them, only interrupted by the occasional passer-bys and cars. Lit by the yellow neon name of the place where they met, Lucien and Mundy shimmered in red, splitting the dark blue night.

"Why did you bring me here?" Lucien asked.

"Because that's where it all started. That's where you gave a point to my life that wasn't just kill a bloke to get revenge for my parents. That…" Mundy pointed at the restaurant. "That's the place you revived me, after ten years of draggin' my feet in the desert, walkin' around under the scorchin' sun like a dried lizard. So I wanted to come back and tell you all this before…"

"Before what?" Lucien looked up at his lover.

Mundy looked away.

"We need to go." He simply answered and walked towards the motorcycle. Lucien followed him, still hand in hand with him and at a loss as to what Mundy had in mind.

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bucky-iss-bae · 5 years ago

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The Friend-zone (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A/N: This is probably the worst thing I’ve written, I’ve lost my flow, I just ugh, I tried and I overwrote this all but I hope you don’t hate it. Sorry for how bad it is, I’ll be like me again, one day xoxo

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Fandom: MCU/Marvel

Prompts: “Are you drunk?” - “Not nearly enough.”“I think I may be slightly more drunk than I thought.” “You know I hear you talking, but I still don’t have my coffee.” “I know I kissed you before, but I didn’t do it right. Can I try again?”

Warnings: Gals being drunk - Swearing - Full of grammar and spelling mistakes bc its 3am

Word count: 3000 ish (Sorry, it probs would’ve been better short)

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Working so closely with the Avengers meant being friends with the Avengers. It was a good job, you earned good money, even had your own space at the compound, and had the best mentors. It was great because you loved the company and became a part of their family. You worked hard, a direct contact for the avengers but behind a screen, you never went out in the field, only when you were stuck in a van with everything you needed for your job. It was weird considering how many people would’ve been better for the job, but having Tony as a close mentor, you knew his systems better than anyone did.

It was an intense job to have, especially when working with some very dangerous people, as well as very important people.

And although you were young compared to some, you were mature enough to take on everything that you did. But being young also meant being able to have fun at any formal events and parties that Tony threw, it meant being able to get drunk, let your hair down, and have fun. Which you took pride in doing so.

Two people you classed as some of your closest friends were Bucky Barnes, and Sam Wilson. You don’t know how you became closest to them both, Bucky, you had gotten to know over the last few years because you were someone outside of the violence. You bought him into the 21st century through friendship. But this man along with Sam Wilson were the two you got along with the most. Peter also held a special place in your heart, you and Peter almost had a sibling relationship, but other two constantly fight him with him like older, annoying brothers as well.

The one thing, out of everything that you’ve done to help the Avengers is how gradually, overtime, you caught feelings for none other than James Buchanan Barnes. You don’t know when, or how. You just remember joking around with him and Wilson, and the way Barnes was with you, it made your heart beat that little faster, and his jokes that little bit funnier. You were constantly surrounded by him. The only thing you were greatful for was the fact you have your own apartment in the city, one that you definitely use as an escape.

You had drink after drink at the current gala that Tony had thrown. You donated money, you done a lot of pleasantries, but no one really knows who you are, so you were almost free reigned to do whatever you liked without embarrassing yourself. But of course, that didn’t stop you.

“Are you drunk?” Sam asked standing beside you. He looked very sharp, wearing a suit that you helped him buy, a fresh trim, and a glass of champagne in hand.

“Not nearly enough” you groaned in response, you wanted to be drunk, you wanted to forget about the feelings you had for certain people, but that someone had to look amazing right now. They had to look like a freaking model that belonged on the cover of every fashion magazine out there, they looked like they should be the face of every cologne out there. Instead they were here, quietly socialising by Steves side, looking as good as ever. Your feelings for Bucky Barnes were just getting worse and worse. Sam knew this, Peter knew this and both Wanda and Natasha knew. No one else, and if anyone else did know, they definitely kept it to themselves.

“You know, as much as I find it amusing watching you stand her and yearn for a man who finds it difficult to keep his hair in place, I really think you should talk to him one day”

You gawked at Sam, “I’m sorry what? Talk to him? Yeah I talk to him everyday Wilson.”

“You know what I mean Y/N,” He said nudging your shoulder. “you need to talk about you know, your feelings for once. You’re all about communication, can’t you see the way he is”

You shook your head, “He’s not any certain way. He’s just Bucky, the way he always is, the way he is with us, with Steve, he’s different with each set of people depending on his comfort levels, that’s how everyone is. We don’t need to talk about feelings though, he doesnt know communication with feelings”

“No? I definitely think you should. And I also think you need another drink” A waitress was passing by you both, you swapped your glasses despite the dire need of something stronger.

“You know, I think I do want to get a little more drunk than I am. Because right now, I don’t even feel buzzed”

“You sure as hell look it, lean on my arm kid, we can get you wasted”

You grinned up at Sam, “Dance with me Wilson” You said dragging his hand across the floor, you felt eyes on you both as you danced together and Sam grabbing you more drinks.

After some time you had to go to the toilet, you stumbled your way there, Nat helping you half way until she got dragged into conversation which left you stumbling to the toilet yourself.

You looked at yourself, your hair still in place, lipstick had slightly come off, but it didn’t look smudged, so you reapplied this. You deemed yourself presentable before leaving the bathroom.

You left only to bump into Bucky who was stood there leaning aginst the wall, when your eyes met a small smile fell on his lips, all you could think is how beautiful he looked. Honestly, beautiful.

His hair was a bit loose, a few strands at the front of his face, his piercing blue eyes matched the blue on his bowtie, which had also come undone. His beard was neatly trimmed down, months ago you badgered him, on and on, talking about how much he suited a beard and how he shouldn’t shave. After a few weeks, a beard was nicely growing on his face, and since he’s kept it thick, but trimmed to perfection.

“Hey sweetheart” He murmured once he saw you,

“Bucky” You grinned loudly, trying to hug him, instead tripping over yourself and landing in his arms,

“Looks like I’m fallin’ for ya buck” You had a cheeky look on your face, but only saw an unreadable expression on his, it frustrated you that sometimes you thought you could read Bucky, but you knew deep down you couldn’t. You just wish he saw how you feel about him.

“Y/N” He smiled, “Looks like Sam gave you one too many drinks”

You grinned at that, “Uh huh, you should’ve joined us, instead you were being the mature adult you are”

“Yeah, Y/N?” He smiled down at you, “I mean you seem a little drunk there, sure if I were with you both, you’d only be a little tipsy”

You rolled your eyes and huffed, “Uh huh, an influence like you. Buck you ought to know that you, Mr. James Barnes, are a terrible, terrible, influence. But I’m only a little-ickle bit drunk”

“Uh huh, is that why you’re trippin’ over your own feet?” He had a small amused smirk plastered on that handsome face of his that you just love.

“Buck” He you said grabbing his face in your hands, “I already said, I was just fallin’ for ya, and you caught me like the handsome gent you are”

His breath caught in his throat slightly, as he looked at your face, you hadn’t realised the close proximity between the two of you, his eyes went down to your lips, and yours to his, you don’t know what overcome you, if he leaned forward, or if youre the one who initated it, but the two of you kissed.

It was soft and gentle, almost testing one another, and then again, until the two of you were properly kissing a drunken kiss. Your hands still holding his face in place, you could feel his hands wrapped around your waist, it took a moment for your brain to catch up, you were stood here, kissing Bucky Barnes. The man you were basically in love with. The man you classed as one of your best friends.

You pulled away abruptly, gasping as you did, “I’m so sorry Buck” You whispered before trying to find your way back inside.

You don’t know what happened, you kissed him, he kissed you, why did you do it? What if now he thinks you only kissed him because you’re drunk. What if he kissed you because he’s slightly drunk?

“Sammy” you called, “Sam” You grabbed his arm, “I need to go, help me get a taxi please”

“Y/N, I thought you were with Bucky” He said a worried look on your face, when he mentioned Bucky all you could think is the broken look on his face as you pulled away from him and out of his arms.

“Sam, please. And I just, I fucked it all up” You grumbled, a sad look on your face not knowing what you’ve potentially thrown away.

“What?” he asked pulling me aside and towards the enterence, “I fucked it up, we kissed, and I ran” you cried to him,

You didn’t have a chance to see the shock on Sams face, instead you heard Steve approaching you both,

“Hey, you two good?” He asked,

“Yeah, man, we’re good. Well, she’s a bit wasted. I’ll get her back to her apartment; can you go check on Bucky?”

“Yeah of course, make sure you get home safely Y/N” He said kissing your forehead before going to find his best friend that you kissed and ran from.

Waking up the following morning was a mission, the hangover nearly killing you off, you heard the TV on loud and couldn’t remember how you got home, who you were with. All that kept on replaying in your head was the kiss. The kiss that meant everything to you.

You grabbed your robe before brushing your teeth and them going out to see who was invading your space,

“Ahhh, the heartbreaker awakens” Sam announced loudly,

“Wilson. Don’t even start. I can’t talk to anyone hungover without coffee in my system, let alone someone bullying me” You grumbled,

“Awh, c’mon Y/N, you finally had your chance, and you ran. What is with that?”

“You know I hear you talking, but I still don’t have my coffee.”

He shook his head and went to pour you some, “So go on, what happened? You’ve been waiting for that chance for how long, and then you ran? Steve said Buck was really torn at the end of last night, couldn’t figure out what happened. Took me all of a second to know”

You just snatched the mug out of his hand, wondering why he’s in your apartment this early, and why he’s tormenting you with the events of last night.

“What happened is, I bitched out and ran. I had my opportunity, but was too drunk to appreciate it” You grumbled,

“That’s a shame, Good job I called him over here, I said you wanted to talk”

It took you a few sips of scalding hot coffee to understand what just left Sam Wilsons mouth. First, he invites himself to your apartment, your food, and your coffee. Then he invites the man you love, kissed and then ran from whilst drunk over. All while you look like garbage.

“You did what” You screeched, “Sam when is he getting here?”

“No idea... soon?” He shrugged not a care in the world,

“Wilson, this is important information, spit it out. Just because I’m not trained the way you are, does not mean I can’t cause damage”

“Woah chill Y/N, he’ll be here in about half an hour. I told him you’ll order lunch, and I’ll even leave before he gets here. Just be greatful that I’m such a good friend, I bought you home, slept in your guest bedroom, and made sure you didn’t die from alcohol poisoning”

“I wasn’t that bad” You whined, “But thank you, although I still don’t appreciate the bullying”

He grinned at you, “What else would I be good for huh? You’re like my kid sister, of course I’m going to bully you, now if I were you, I’d go look somewhat presentable, Bucky will be here soon”

You groaned at that, shocked that Sam done something like this to you, but then again, you put yourself in this position, and Sam is basically giving you a kick up the ass for it.

When Sam left, you finished your coffee before having a quick shower, you were disgustingly hungover and all you wanted to do was climb into your comfiest pyjamas and sit in front of the TV ignoring the world. On days where the other girls were free, no secret ops, no training, you had a little pamper day, you would even prefer that over the conversation that’s to come. You had no clue what he would say, what you would say, and weather you would be shoved right into the friendzone.

Between the time that Sam had left, and Bucky arrived, you managed to dry your hair, get changed into something somewhat presentable. You tidied your apartment as much as you could in the few minutes you had before he knocked on your door.

Your heart dropped to your stomach, too scared to face the man on the other side of the door.

You walked over to look through the peephole. From what you could see, he had on some jeans, a hoodie, layered with a leather jacket. He had a glove on his metal hand, and a cap covering his hair.

You took a deep breath before opened the door; his body froze up before he turned to see you stood there. Whenever he saw you it took his breath away. Last night when he saw you, all he could think is how he wished you were on his arm. How the two of you should’ve gone together and left together.

Whenever he saw you in the compound, seeing you first thing in the morning made his day that bit better, he wished you were the first thing he saw every morning of everyday.

Staring at your beautiful face now, it made his heart swell, despite his mind constantly going back to last night, he finally had you in his arms, he finally had you, for you to run. It scared him, he might’ve messed it all up forever. Standing here right now gave him hope, all he wanted to do was take you into his arms, apologise for yesterday, and start from scratch. But he didn’t know how or where to start.

“Bucky” You whispered,

He gave you half a smile while takng his hat off, “Hey”

“Hey, um come in. Sorry everything is a mess”

He shook his head and observed the tidy apartment, he had only been here a few times, never just the two of them. And nothing was a mess, it was perfect. He took off his leather jacket and glove, hanging the jacket up and leaving his glove on the side.

He didn’t know what to do with himself but opted to sit on the couch across from the television. Football highlights were on, but he knew for a fact you weren’t watching this.

“Did you want anything, tea or coffee?” You asked nervously,

“I’m good thank you Y/N” He murmured, “You wanted to talk? Although, I’m positive that Sam set this up”

You had a sheepish look on your face and nodded sitting beside him, “Buck, I need to apologise for last night. I had no right to invade your personal space the way I did, I had no right… no right to kiss you. I’m sorry for crossing boundaries, I feel awful for everything, I didn’t mean to run from you the way I did”

He stared at you, unable to read any expression on your face, he was deep in thought because for James Buchanan Barnes, he knew his feelings for you were strong, and right now he’s wondering if you regretted the kiss because of him or not.

“Why did you run?” He asked, he needed to know why you ran.

You scrunched your face up a few times, trying to think of the best way to answer him,

“Because… what if now, a stupid mistake I made, I kissed you, and our friendship is just… it’s not us? I ran because I was scared, I messed up, could’ve messed it all up because of one... stupid mistake”

“What if, I’m glad you made that stupid mistake?” He asked his blue eyes staring into your own, “What if it’s not ruined our friendship? Made it better even?”

You stared at him in shock, how is it that Sam Wilson, the man that bullies you, pushes you into this conversation,

“Made it better?” You asked him, is he being real right now?

“I’ve wanted something like last night for so long, but… I don’t feel like I know what love is. I don’t know how to be that man I once was when it comes to relationships. I panicked, but shit, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want that to happen”

“What?” You whispered, “You wanted to kiss me?”

“I’ll be real, I wanna do a whole lot more than just kiss you”

Your jaw hung slightly, and he just chuckled a little, a small nervous laugh.

His eyes were sqinted slightly, a slight look on relif on his face, “I know I kissed you before, but I didn’t do it right. Can I try again?”

He didn’t even let you answer, instead this time he leaned forward and kissed you.

This kiss was so much different than your last, it wasn’t sloppy and drunk, it held the emotion and passion you didn’t realise you had between the two of you. It meant that you weren’t in the friendzone, instead getting drunk because of feelings was a good way to regret expressing your feelings for it to come back around and have the man you love sitting there kissing you.

You didnt think half an hour ago when you woke up that it would take all of five minutes to talk to Bucky to be sat here in his arms,

“Promise not to run this time” He murmered against your lips,

“I promise” You whispered back, a smile stretched across your face.

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extremelyblackandwhite · 5 years ago

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the unseen one - 18

Pairing: Hades!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: (fun fact i wrote this listening to beautiful ghosts which i have now formally induced into the fanfic’s playlist bc im a nerd who rly likes soft music) this is probably my longest chapter, yay me for writing a long one. hope you guys enjoy it xx

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Y/N looked at her reflection on the golden mirror standing in front of her. She studied the features she always saw in her own mirrors, the same face, the same eyes, same nose and same lips, however the reflection staring back at her was somehow different, similar to those renaissance paintings of mythical female sirens, goddesses, princesses and other deities. She had her once free flowing hair in a hellenic up-do filled with various flowers and a gold like chain intertwined with one of her brains. A few perfectly curled ringlets fell to frame her face which was still makeup free from last night, with a blossoming red tint on her upper cheeks.

She was dressed in a garment made of two parts, a linen white tunic and a clock held together by an ornamental claps with Hecate’s torch insignia at the shoulders and a light pink sash at the waist. Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what her mother would think of her clothing. When she was younger, she would religiously dress as a Greek Goddess for Halloween yet nothing she’d worn compared to what she looked right now.

Minthe had been silent throughout most of it, sometimes even giving her judgmental looks whenever she questioned about the fabrics and flowers being used to adorn her. She didn’t completely blame her for doing such things, deities were only found of mortals for two things: war and procreation. It didn’t take long for her to return to the gardens, being placed in front of Hecate who was commanding her maidens like a captain on a ship.

- Do you know anything about gardening? - she looked down on the mortal dressed in deity clothing, which she had to admit, seemed to fit her better than the cheap satin piece she was wearing.

- I can manage. - Y/N rubbed her hands out of anxiety when talking to one of the goddesses of the Underworld.

- Well, pick something and get to work. - Hecate pointed aimlessly towards the groves and their dying flora. Y/N heart tightened at seeing the muddy green colour that the plants had beginning to take, a stark contrast to the lively, colourful flora of its surroundings. Her eyes locked on a particular rose bush whose roses were brownish white, some of its petals constantly falling to the ground whenever the slight summer breeze hit it. She took it upon herself to tend to it, walking over the to wilting bush and sitting gracefully on the grace, hands softly touching the dead flowers which she once imagined to have been the most beautiful flowers.

Y/N decided to take care of the flowers the way she took care of her little plants back in her flat. She started by getting rid of the dead leaves, carefully pulling them from the branches and onto the floor, trimming it to the best she could possible manage. Y/N kept on trimming, eventually reading the thorny white roses, some which were just in desperate need of water and others which were past the point of no return. She directed her attention to those, pulling a few out and onto her robes until a specific one found itself a challenge. The young girl extended her hand deeper into the rose bush, pulling the flower at its base, finding it rather hard to pull it from the branch. She kept on pulling and the flower eventually gave up, detaching from its base and sticking one of its thrones deep into her thumb. She let go of a tiny wince, not wanting to bother the other maidens.

Carefully, Y/N removed the thorn from the flower, throwing it forcefully on the ground before turning her thumb so she could face it. It had a tiny wound, so tiny that if she hadn’t known it was there, she would’ve never realised it was there. However, it was bleeding heavily, the scarlet liquid dripping and running from her skin to the green grass nearby the bush, staining it the same colour as the liquid.

She sucked on her thumb, mindlessly dabbing it against her clothing and returning to get rid of everything that did not belong to a healthy plant. Y/N was so into her craft she didn’t notice James returning to the Elysium. He watched her from afar, her lips and nose crunched as she inspected the rose bush with a might which in his mind was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen.

- Did you discover anything? - Hecate walked up to the God of the Underworld, curious for any developments.

- We are not entirely sure of who stole the pomegranate but we did discover her friend is an oracle. - Hecate rolled her eyes, if there was any type of witchcraft she hated the most it was prophecy telling. The prophecies were always unnecessarily over-detailed and more like riddles than actual pieces of helpful information. She already couldn’t stand the Fates and their seeing eye, but mortal oracles? They were the worse.

- Tell me you turned her into a fish ... or a plant. - Hecate was particularly found of permanent punishments. She thought curses and death were much too simple, however James was one to dabble in cursing rather than metamorphism.

- Y/N wouldn’t be very happy with that.

- Y/N is not the Goddess of the Underworld is she?

- You have absolutely no reason to despise her that much, Hecate. It is out of character for you to judge before meeting.

- I know how this ends, Hades. You are not the first god to take liking to a mortal and trust me it never ends well. - she sighed, arms crossed in front of her white gown. James had to agree with her, he knew way too many myths of when a mortal relationship went wrong but he couldn’t help it, she was just so magnetic and entrancing. Besides, part of him wanted to be next to her all the time and make sure no harm came to her which harshly differed from other deity/mortal relationships which were normally based on lust or petty jealousy between other deities. - You’re a King before you are a man. Remember that.

Y/N got up from her crutching state, standing on her legs as she patted the dirt and petals off her garments and onto the floor, a proud look on her face as she looked at the relatively healthy looking plant. She let out a little happy sound, hands clasped in front of her collarbones as she turned on her heel to go and find something else to do. Instead, her eye caught James’ figure who was standing next to Hecate in what looked like a innocent conversation.

She wanted to wave at him, maybe even give him an innocent kiss but Hecates’ words were still very much present in her mind “You are not to be intimate with the god of the Underworld” so were Minthe’s remarks about how he was expected to be seen with someone of higher blood. She wouldn’t want to get him in trouble and perhaps they could speak some other time when they weren’t surrounded by other people.

- What are you doing standing up there? - Minthe came up from behind her, a condescending tone present. - Ogling the god of the Underworld?

- What? No. - her cheeks turned into a colour that matched her pink sash, as she tried to hide her face in her hands. Somehow, the fact that he was, well, he was who he was, made her feel like she needed to keep everything shrouded in secrecy. - Is there something else needed?

- You know what? - her face contorted into a calm expression she couldn’t really figure out. - We could use some help from some new maidens.

- New maidens? - Y/N felt like a child, questioning everything and everyone around her.

- Yes, you see if you go straight ahead until you reach the river and ask the Charon to take you South you’ll be able to find them. Tell him it’s for Hecate.

- Oh, alright. - she nodded her head and wandered off into the groves, looking around at the decay. It looked like that particular piece of land of the Elysium was doomed to disappear. She kept on walking as instructed by Minthe until she reached the river where a boat was awaiting her with the same faceless figure. She had to admit that it freaked her out that someone without a face could speak but she tried her best to stay climb as she climbed on the boat, putting on her best courageous face. - Hecate asked for you to take me to the South.

- The South? - his voice was rather warm for such a menacing figure. - Are you sure?

- Yes.

She couldn’t see him do anything, however, she understood he had accepted her request once the boat started to move. Y/N remained silent, repeating Minthe’s words in her mind. How hard could it possibly be to lead a few maidens back to the Elysium? It was easy, she kept telling that to herself even as the boat reached shore. The sky had turned into a dark scarlet and the chirping of birdies could be heard no more. She looked around but all she could see was darkness.

- Are you sure about this, miss? - the Charon questioned, noticing the uneasiness of her step as she disembarked. - I’m sure Hecate can arrange for someone else.

- No. - she shook a forced smile out of her worried expression. - It’s fine. Thank you.

- Of course, m’am.

You can do this, she told herself as she stepped onto the darkness. There was no sound, the once dark scarlet sky had faded into pure darkness and it was cold, so cold. Her hands went to her own arms, rubbing them in order to keep warm as she dwelled deeper into the unknown, the only sound heard being that of her shoes clicking against the pavement.

- Hmm ... Hello? - she spoke up, gathering every bit of courage. She was in the Underworld after all and this was no longer the Elysium.

She kept on walking until she hit something, a blue and reddish tint coloured the dark room but once she saw what she had hit, her heart stopped beating for a second. She was standing in front of a skeleton. As she place her hand over her chest to regain her breathe the bony arm grabbed her cloth, forcefully pushing her and ripping her tunic.

- STOP! - she pushed her hand against the skull, trying to get away from the grasp, eventually gathering enough force to walk back. Screw this task. However, once she tried to find her way back she found herself surrounded by more skeletons and translucent figures all coming towards her. - HELP!

James and Hecate were still in their friendly debate with the goddess being of the opinion that all of this was madness and mainly caused by both of them being ignorants, something he had already heard before. As he was about to shut her to go and tell Y/N of the developments, a bunch of water nymphs came running their way with worry written all over their faces.

- My Lady, there’s been a security breach in the Tartarus. - they all said at different speeds and different pitches, which made James’ head hurt at all of that. Hecate took a defensive stand, turning to look at James who just moved his head is disbelief.

- How is that even possible? It’s probably just a false ala ... - he was about to dismiss their claims until he noticed a very missing Y/N from her once beloved spot. His eyes scanned the crowd of maidens looking anywhere for her but she was nowhere to be found. - Y/N!

Once he heard no one calling back, his mind immediately rushed to the Tartarus. She couldn’t be there, she had barely been in the Underworld besides no one would take her there, she was a mortal. However, in a snap of his figure he’d been transported to the Tartarus, staff in hand as he strutted down the halls of the Tartarus. He hit one of the walls with his staff, which turned dark blue, giving light to the constantly dark Tartarus. With the new founded light, he could see a bunch of condemned souls surrounding a particular spot.

- THAT’S ENOUGH! - he screamed in a tone that could scare even the biggest of deities, even Gaia herself. The souls, noticing their leader was amongst them, broke their surrounding, returning all to him. - NOW DON’T MOVE IF YOU KNOW WHAT’S GOOD FOR YOU.

James strutted further into the Tartarus, finding bits and pieces of white linen which could belong to her along with several fresh white roses. Maybe she had been picking them prior, he did not know. His heart clenched as he called out for her name but heard no answer, maybe it wasn’t her, maybe she wasn’t ...

- B...Bucky? - James heard her faint voice and as fast as he could followed it until he found one of the souls pressing her against one of the walls, boney hands around her neck. He hit the staff against the ground, the once pressure around her neck vanishing as she slide to the ground, hand coming to touch what he guessed was a very sore spot now. She lifted her head to stare at him, a look of regret and fear in her beautiful eyes. - Bucky, I’m so sorry.

- Y/N. - he rushed over to her side, leaning so he was standing at the same height as her, hands coming to hold her jaw. - Are you hurt?

- I’m okay, I’m okay. - she leaned her head onto his shoulder. It didn’t take long for him to feel his clothes had begun to dampen. - I messed up ... I messed up.

- Hey, look at me. - he tried to move his shoulder so that she would look at him, but she refused, maintaining her face buried them. - Y/N, c’mon, sweetness.

- I don’t want you to see me cry. - she sobbed through her speech, arms coming to wrap around his body. Bucky pulled the pin that was barely keeping the now very messy hairstyle up, throwing it onto the floor as her hair descended from the once tight hellenic hairstyle before proceeded to card his fingers through it, every once in a while kissing the top of her head. Y/N eventually stopped her crying, removing her head from his shoulder to stare at him, the look of uttermost regret slowly breaking his heart even more as he saw it on her expression. - I’m so sorry.

- This is not your fault. - he helped her get up, holding her hands in his as if something returned to dare and harm her. Not that they would, they’d have to be crazy to mess with the King of the Underworld. - I should’ve never taken my eyes off you.

- Bucky. - she wrapped her arms around him and for a second it felt like things were back to normal. It felt like things were normal again that she didn’t know he was the God of the Underworld and that she wasn’t doomed to remain in the Underworld. He melted and relished into her hug but couldn’t help but feel how cold she was. She was still a mortal and remaining in the Tartarus would do her no good.

- Let’s go before you freeze to death. - he joked, not expecting to get a laugh out of her after the current events, however she showed him a small smile.

He held her hand as he guided her through the Tartarus, her eyes scanning the souls that once were harming her now stood without moving, not even daring to make a sound in front of their King. Something in that made her courage swell up, seeing them helpless standing around her without being able to touch her again. Her head held up high however once she noticed the fresh white roses on the ground, she couldn’t help but stop her step.

- They’re beautiful. - she mumbled under her breathe.

- Are they not yours? - he questioned at her astonishment with the flowers.

- No, I wish I could have such beautiful roses. I thought flowers only grew within the Elysium.

- Don’t bother your head with it. - he reassured her, although the question was still very much puzzling to him. - C’mon, let’s go.

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5 underrated Richard Donner movies you need to see

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Richard Donner will forever be remembered as the filmmaker who created the blueprint for the modern superhero blockbuster with 1978’s Superman starring Christopher Reeve.

Yet that doesn’t tell even half the story of the Bronx-born filmmaker’s brilliant filmography.

Donner was in his late 40s by the time Superman came along, having made a name for himself in Hollywood two years earlier, with 1976’s suitably terrifying The Omen.

Prior to that, he was a budding director making the transition from the small screen to the world of cinema. Donner worked on everything from Gilligan’s Island to The Twilight Zone. Even then, it was clear he was destined for bigger things though, as anyone who saw “Nightmare at 20,000 Feet”, the iconic episode of The Twilight Zone he directed, starring William Shatner, can attest.

While a disagreement with producers ultimately saw him walk away from Superman II, the 1980s saw Donner establish himself as an incredibly versatile big budget director capable of handling everything from the epic family adventure fun of The Goonies to the balancing act of action and comedy found within the buddy cop antics of Lethal Weapon.

It was a skillset that drew admiration from the very best in the movie industry, including Steven Spielberg who was among the first to pay tribute to Donner after learning he had passed away, aged 91.

“Dick had such a powerful command of his movies, and was so gifted across so many genres,” Spielberg, who worked with Donner on The Goonies, said.

“Being in his circle was akin to hanging out with your favourite coach, smartest professor, fiercest motivator, most endearing friend, staunchest ally, and – of course – the greatest Goonie of all.”

Donner may not have had the same impact in the 1990s and early 2000s but he still enjoyed major success with the Lethal Weapon franchise and as a producer with movies like Free Willy and X-Men.

More importantly, the other films he made during that period and in the years between some of his biggest hits remain well worth revisiting or seeking out for the first time – starting with these five.

Ladyhawke

Coming hot on the heels of The Goonies and two years prior to Lethal Weapon, Ladyhawke represented another major departure for Donner. A dark medieval fantasy, it centred on Rutger Hauer’s mysterious Captain Etienne Navarre and his female companion Lady Isabeau (Michelle Pfeiffer), a pair of star-crossed lovers on the run from a vengeful bishop who has placed a demonic curse on their heads. While Navarre transforms into a wolf by night, Isabeau exists as a Hawk by day. Teaming up with petty thief Philippe Gaston (Matthew Broderick) they embark on a quest to overthrow the evil bishop and break the spell.

Something of a passion project, Donner had attempted to get Ladyhawke off the ground several times before finally getting the green light from Warner Bros and 20th Century Fox in the mid ’80s. The film then suffered another setback when Kurt Russell, originally cast as Navarre, dropped out during rehearsals.

That ultimately proved a blessing in disguise with Hauer going on to deliver arguably his best performance since Blade Runner. Not everything about Ladyhawke works – Broderick’s character feels a little too close to Ferris Bueller while the runtime could be trimmed down – but it remains a beautifully realised fantasy epic, full of memorable action set pieces, stunning cinematography and a spellbinding turn from Pfeiffer.

A box office bomb upon release, Ladyhawke has stood the test of time too, garnering a cult following as an authentic and fresh take on the sword and sorcery formula.

Maverick

Maverick is the film Will Smith must have hoped Wild Wild West would be; a funny, clever action comedy based on a classic TV show. Coming in an era when most westerns were deadly serious, Donner’s film also felt like a breath of fresh air and benefited hugely from a masterful William Goldman script that was both witty and unpredictable.

The latest in a series of films featuring Donner’s muse-of-sorts, Mel Gibson, this time out Mel plays Bret Maverick, a brilliant card player and equally impressive con artist trying to collect enough money to earn a seat at a high-stakes poker game. Along the way he is forced to contend with a fellow scammer in the form of Jodie Foster’s Annabelle Bransford as well as lawman Marshal Zane Cooper, played by James Garner, who starred in the original TV series.

While the glut of cameos from country music stars and the likes of Danny Glover can be a little distracting, there’s something wonderfully charming about Maverick with Gibson, Foster and Garner all on top form and boasting an undeniable chemistry that helps keep things entertaining.

The climactic poker game which sees Maverick face off against Alfred Molina’s psychopathic Angel is also expertly handled by Donner, who cranks up the tension as Maverick reveals his final, decisive, hand with a slow-motion toss of the final card towards the camera. A critical and financial success, Maverick has been largely lost in the shuffle since its release but should be sought out.

Conspiracy Theory

There’s something strangely prescient about Conspiracy Theory given the current predilection for such thinking on the internet at large. One of Donner’s most inventive and intelligent outings alongside Gibson, this time out Mel plays Jerry Fletcher, a New York City cab driver with a penchant for paranoid conspiracy theories.

Jerry’s life takes a turn for the strange when he finds himself being targeted by a set of shady government goons led by Patrick Stewart’s Dr Jonas. He quickly realises one of the conspiracies he has been promoting in his weekly newsletter (this was the ‘90s) is based more in reality than he thought. The question is: which one?

An engrossing thriller featuring Donner’s trademark dashes of witty humour, Conspiracy Theory is bolstered significantly by the presence of the ever-reliable Julia Roberts as a government lawyer with a soft spot for Jerry. Despite a lengthy run time, Donner also keeps the action moving along at an engaging pace while Gibson’s performance is just the right side of manic to keep you rooting for him.

A first foray into the kind of deep state conspiracy thrillers that were commonplace in Hollywood at the time, the film also boasts some genuinely striking moments, not least the sequence where Jerry undergoes “psychotic testing” at the hands of Dr Jonas, which wouldn’t have looked out of place in A Clockwork Orange.

Though it was a hit with audiences, Conspiracy Theory earned mixed reviews but appears increasingly worthy of reappraisal.

Timeline

Some movies are big, dumb but lots of fun. Timeline sits firmly in that category despite what many naysayers would have you believe. It’s a brash, simplistic sci-fi flick to rival the likes of The Core and Geostorm and thoroughly entertaining to boot.

The fact that it features Gerard Butler, as well as the late, great, Paul Walker only adds to that sentiment.

Walker plays Chris Johnston who, along with Butler’s Andre Marek and a team of fellow archaeologists travel back in time through a wormhole to 14th century France to rescue their professor, Dr Edward Johnston (Billy Connolly), who just happens to be Walker’s character’s dad too.

Based on a book by Michael Crichton, Donner had been in the running to direct Jurassic Park a decade earlier and jumped at the chance to adapt Timeline for the big screen. While filming went off without a hitch, Donner repeatedly clashed with Paramount Pictures in post-production and was forced to re-cut the film three times in a development that saw the release date pushed by nearly a year. The resulting edit did not sit well with Crichton either, who disliked it so intensely he stopped licensing his work for a few years after.

Whether Donner’s original cut would have earned better reviews or Crichton’s approval remains to be seen but what remains of Timeline is still a well shot, enjoyable sci-fi yarn with some neat medieval action flourishes.

16 Blocks

Donner’s final film also ranks among his most unappreciated. On the surface, 16 Blocks sounds like the perfect fodder for a game of buddy cop movie bingo.

It stars Bruce Willis as Jack Mosley, a worn-out NYPD Detective with a drinking problem tasked with transporting Mos Def’s trial witness Eddie Bunker to court. Problems arise when some of Jack’s fellow officers arrive to kill Eddie and prevent him from testifying. Eager for redemption, Jack decides to take the would-be assassins on and get Eddie to court on time.

A formulaic enough premise, 16 Blocks is emboldened by the fact it plays out in real-time with Eddie required at the courthouse by no later than 10am. In this sense, Donner found himself in new territory with an action thriller that thrives on a unique sense of urgency.

While the filmmaker is no stranger to the action formula, this setup sees him imbue events with a renewed sense of chaos, as Jack and Eddie fight their way through armed adversaries, busy crowds and bustling traffic, all against a cacophony of shouts, car horns and gun blasts.

Ostensibly a chase movie on foot rather than four wheels, the action traverses 16 blocks in 118 minutes and rarely lets up for a second with Donner proving a dab hand at balancing the action with the engaging back-and-forth between Willis and Def who are both understated yet effective throughout.

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Throw in the ever-watchable David Morse as the leader of the shady cops baying for Eddie’s blood and you have arguably one of the most underrated action thrillers of the early 2000s

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sometimes-we-all-fall · 4 years ago

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A little Bucky ff…

It was always a good idea to be the boss’ favourite toy.

She slipped down the pole, every languid inch of her body running down the cold metal. Pulling her limbs down with the darker tempo of the music and when the beat popped, she flipped her head back. Her hair was a flying bird in the air, arms swirling in a twirl that would make saints faint on the spot.

A man to her right: a handsome one with heavy tattoos and that smile, the one all the women fawned over for sure. He was the one who she’d caught the eyes of.

Anna put a hand out to the girl on her left and whispered she’d be right back. Then she climbed down the stage, a beeline straight to the man. He saw her coming and nudged at his friends and when they saw her and their jaws dropped Anna’s pride soared.

Of course Anna was gorgeous, her parents wouldn’t have gotten such a high price for her if she wasn’t.

Smiling a million dollars, Anna swayed her hips right to him. He yanked her, his fingers digging into her waist as he pressed her too close to his torso.

“That ass has my name on it princess.” He whispered in her ear.

Anna tried her hardest not to roll her eyes at the same line every man spluttered out with. Fair enough, on the ledge of her pantyline a delicate tattoo read, ‘your name.’ But she was really fucking tired of it.

“Hands off pretty boy, it's the only rule.” Anna winked but her fingers pried firmly at his hands. He sighed and gave her another firm squeeze before letting go with an overdramatic nod. She got to work then, shaking her ass in his face and running the tips of her fingers everywhere but where he wanted.

It was the whole trading chip of a stripper to leave them wanting more, always on the edge of desire and frustration and relaxation. This man was not taking kindly to her tactics though.

She had one hand in his hair, pulling just enough and the other delightfully too high on his waist. Her tits were definitely on one of each of his eyes as she danced to the music.

“Stop.” he put a hand on her throat, “teasing.” his tongue licked the column of her throat before she could pull away. And when she tried, his hand only held tighter.

Grinning, Anna slid her hand up his arm, pulling her body closer and closer, her bloodred lips inches from his neatly trimmed beard. She ran a streak of that lipstick across his cheek until her lips found the shell of his ear. The man seemed to practically purr.

“If you look behind me, on my right shoulder and next to the bar is a man I am sure is staring at you.” when his hand on her throat faltered a little all Anna’s teeth bore. “His name is James, a former soldier and present advocate for the devil.”

Her words had the man practically melting off her but Anna only leaned closer, let her knees rest between his thighs. “A personal bodyguard of mine you could say and though I told you not to touch…” she trailed off.

Anna slid a hand to the tent below her and leaned all her weight down. He grunted and huffed.

“Pay up.” she whispered, but he only sneered in her face.

She shrugged and released the poor fucker, slapping her hands together as if touching him had left her hands dirty.

The man looked all shades of pissed. “Filthy bitch. Too fucking useless to even give me blueballs.” Anna only winked.

Sad for him really, that streak on his cheek was Anna’s personal penmanship for his demise. Sure enough, as she headed to the bathroom James had gotten off his stool and strutted straight to the man.

Leaning on the cracked sink, Anna closed her eyes for a minute. It was four in the morning and she’d been in these heels for the better part of twelve hours. Her feet hurt. Her head hurt, her eyes and every inch of her body ached.

But, she took a breath and fumbled beneath the pipes of the sink and- there, found it. She only spilled three of the slim pills onto her hand, deciding not to let her head get too fuzzy tonight and chucked them to the back of her throat. The effect was instant, her head feeling like the pins weren’t there and her hands the opposite.

A shuddering breath and a swipe at the mascara under her eyes, Anna straightened herself again, plastered her filthiest smile on and clicked out the bathroom.

James had taken his spot at the bar again, brooding over a knuckle of whiskey. She went over to him, gesturing at Andy across the bar for her regular drink. She only barely missed the seat the first time and knocked into James on her second attempt.

He only exhaled deeply and elbowed her the right way. “Flags and weapons look the same Anna.”

Her brain was too fucked to even understand what the fuck he was on about. “James-”

“That’s not my name.”

“We only live once and all that bullshit. Let me be who I am. To be the best me I can be.”

He feigned a chuckle. “Where’d you hear that one?”

She peeled the skin off a peanut, “subway station.”

The corner of his mouth curled and she nearly choked on the nut.

“A smile? James, you-“

“Anna.”

She grinned evilly. “James.”

“That’s not my name.”

She threw a hand on her chest, gasping “James!”

He shook his head and gave up, swigging from the glass. She rolled her eyes, he was never any fun.

“Alright, Thomas.”

“Still not-”

“I think it’s time I went home.”

James levelled an eye at her, “your shift isn’t over yet.” Anna grimaced but nodded.

She stepped onto the floor and spun his seat so she was nestled between his legs. James raised his chin with a snort. That was the biggest invitation she’d get.

Anna tilted her head, watching where his eyes turned from ‘boss mode’ to ‘whatever’.

Dipping a hand down, she felt the bump at his crotch and ran the tips of her stiletto nails down it. His hips jerked and Anna gleamed.

Andy had turned his back and all other girls secretly hissed at her, Anna was the only one he ever tolerated. The one he’d let be rubbed off for a few extra hours in bed.

He hissed when she came close enough to smell the mint and whiskey on his breath and nipped the hairs of his stubble. She ducked down then and rubbed her nose over his throat, keening when the parcel in her hand throbbed a little.

“Up. Get up and follow me.” He hissed under his breath and she didn’t take a moment to clasp his hand and pull him to the darkest of the booths.

James spread eagled across the surface and caught her as Anna flung herself into his lap. She was on his mouth instantly, pulling and nipping his bottom lip until she was let in to explore. He was warm and soft and familiar, and she fell into the curves of his chest easily.

James hummed in approval when she rolled her hips over his bulge, so she did it again, but this time her fingers tugged those fly-away hairs on his nape. That throbbing pulsed past the leather on her thighs and Anna grinned through the kiss.

They were never gentle, always tugging and clawing at each other for that release. It wasn’t as if James couldn’t have every woman in the club if he wanted, he was the owner, but they lost each other in the familiarity. She had known him since the war ended and watched as he built this place from the ground, only ever asking to be a part of his journey. She didn’t want anything else, didn’t need; at least not from him. Anna would never ask another thing from any man ever again.

“I need you early tomorrow.” James panted through his teeth and she momentarily went still and groaned.

He picked her lips back up and ran a rough hand down her back. “Kelly quit yesterday and we have no one for the live tomorrow. I swear, it's only temporary.”

When he trailed that sweet mouth to her collar it became impossible to think. “How bad-” his devil tongue sliced a path of desire down her chest. “How bad do you want me?”

James knew what she was doing and he couldn’t care less. “Not want.” he raked his cock up her tortoursley. “I need you. Could barely survive without you.”

She was lost and nodded a yes to now and whenever. He praised her beauty before stealing the air from her lungs, his tongue doing dangerous things to her mouth and throat. And she couldn’t help herself from chasing that friction, flushing the denim seam against her aching core. James met her eagerly, happy to be the giver this time round.

He slapped the bare skin around her thong and humped her up and down his lap. She moaned too loud for decency. All too soon there was a bubble in her stomach and she began panting and falling, her limbs giving over to whatever James could offer her. He undid her with every heave but she needed more of him on every part of her body, the body that betrayed her right then.

With a shudder her head exploded into stars and the only way to hold on was to dig her nails into him, a pain that had him ripping the steady pace and fucking her into oblivion. He grunted but still wasn’t there. Only barely hanging on as Anna flew worlds over; but that wouldn’t do at all.

She pulled herself up with renewed vigor and James’ heart fluttered with anticipation. She took over then, a predator spotting its prey. Her hips drew breathy moans from him, pulling apart his sense of self and yanking them together and when her teeth flew to his throat-

He was undone. Spent and too uncontrolled to stop the sounds or jerking of his hips that nearly knocked Anna’s head on the light above them. It rippled through him in ecstasy. He pulled her right to him then, so she was flush with his chest and he could hear her second release barrel through her with the last few thrusts.

Anna lay in his neck, gathering her thoughts from the floor. James was gripping her tight enough she was practically clung to his torso like a monkey. She could feel the humming bird in his chest slowly calm as the breaths in her hair lulled. He was content and Anna was all too happy to sit there, she’d fall asleep in his arms without bother. Even the music seemed satisfied and soft.

The flashing lights had turned to a dim glow for the late nighters and Anna let herself melt. Only for him would she be so content and she knew, Anna just knew this is what it felt like to be truly home. Clustered in his heat where even the scar riddled soldier was happy to dream with his face in her hair.

Anna opened her eyes to darkness. The beeping at the side of her bed seemed to get louder with every second. She flung an arm out and shut the blasted thing up. She was still there in James’ arms for a second before reality hit.

And Anna couldn’t stop the dam from bursting as she wished with all her heart that it could have been real. That James was alive and well. That she wasn’t aching for his smile every blasted morning and his voice every night. Anna prayed that somewhere out there he was alive but it was impossible. Impossible because she was part of Hydra, part of this century and yet it hurt like no torture could ever match. James would only ever be memories in her dreams.

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rinkitsune · 5 years ago

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Busy Days

Tony wasn’t going to lie, he loved sex. He has been so busy lately, he hadn’t had any time to himself. He was currently in the elevator on his way up to the penthouse after a day week full of meetings. He wanted nothing more than to find his super soldier lover and have his wicked way with him. Being so busy this week had cost him his super soldier lovin’ and Tony can never forgive that. That’s not to say he hasn’t seen Bucky in a week, they fall asleep next to each every night. By the time Tony is laying in bed he falls fast asleep before he can get to the good parts of night time. Then when he wakes up in the morning with JARVIS waking him up and telling him the schedule, he’ll roll over to maybe get into so athletic morning sex, Bucky is already gone from bed on his morning run with Steve and Sam. Tony curses meetings and vows to hide away from (Pepper) them. Tony stands in the elevator feeling tingly with anticipation of the wonderful sex he is definitely going to get tonight. He wishes the elevator would hurry up to the penthouse where he hopes Bucky is waiting for him, possibly in the middle of his own ecstasy so they can get right to the good part. Breaking Tony out of his thoughts is the elevator stopping and the doors opening to (speak of the Devil) his metal armed lover.

“Hey Doll, you’re back pretty early. Done with work?”

Tony starts salivating meeting his eyes with the other brunet. He looks him up and down and Bucky is wearing low hanging sweats where those stupidly thick thighs are ready to burst out of the damn things. And wearing one of Tony’s shirts, which wouldn’t be a problem if his shirts weren’t two sizes too small for the broad shouldered man. The man’s hair is in a man bun with strings of hair falling down his face making Tony want to jump him right here. Bucky quirked an eyebrow at him, no doubt waiting for an answer from the genius.

“Yeah…” trailed off Tony. He would admit most of his brain function was down in his cock and nowhere near English words. Bucky took one look at his now pented slacks and met the geniuses eyes and gave him a filthy smirk.

“Oh sweetheart, you need somethin’?”

Bucky walked into the elevator and leaned against the back wall as the doors shut behind him, crossing his arms making his muscle bulge, not looking at Tony, smirking as the door shut. Tony jutted his lip out, not wanting to play a game and wanting his pleasure right away. Tony did his best to act casual, because there was nothing more than how much Bucky loved teasing him. From the snort that came from his left, he didn’t do a good job. However, instead of teasing him Bucky crowded him into the corner putting his knee between Tony’s legs pushing up against his erection. He let out a whimper grinding down on the gorgeously thick thigh.

“Come on use your words,” Bucky voice was a low rumble and made Tony shiver. That voice guaranteed good things to come for him.

“Buckaroo it’s been forever! I’m a genius trust me it’s been forever and a day.” Tony said plaintively.

“That’s what happens when you hide from Pepper for two months.” Bucky was chuckling at him. Tony let out a loud sigh, he hated meetings that’s why he gave Pepper the company, he just wanted to tinker. The board members were boner killing monsters and sucked the fun out of everything. Tony shifted his thoughts back to his tortuous lover. Bucky ran his hand down his body stopping to cup him through his slacks. “This f’r me?” He was turning on the Brooklyn accent. The genius didn’t stand a chance and he was brimming with excitement.

“JARVIS lock the elevator down”, Tony squeaked out. Bucky grinned down at his lover. He rubbed his palm against the length and leaned down to capture the moan coming out of the brunet’s mouth. Licking into his mouth and swallowing the noises coming out as he continued his ministrations to the smaller man. The friction was doing wondrous things to Tony and he wanted his metal arm down his pants and take his pleasure bring him to sweet ecstasy.

“James. Please, I need your hand.”

Bucky stopped his rubbing and kissed his lovers lips again, then the corner, and went down to the column of his neck. Tony threw his head back and let him nip and suck into his neck. Tony’s body was on fire and he was panting for air. The metal arm snaked to the button and zipper of his slacks and did quick work to open them and shove them down Tony’s legs. He was left standing there in his boxer that were already damp from the little playing they’ve already done.

“Nice and wet for me baby. Bet you been thinking about this all day. Bet I could’ve came right into that board meeting and fucked you in front of everyone.”

Tony could do nothing but let out a low moan, just thinking of Bucky taking his pleasure and Tony just taking it. Bucky gave his chest a kiss and went straight for a nipple sucking it into his mouth and giving it a light nip. Tony arched his chest into that sinful mouth and wrapping his arms into that ridiculous bun. Bucky gave a small humming noise and looked up to meet Tony’s eyes. Biting his lip and thrusting into nothing, Tony could barely see the dark storm cloud blue of the soldier’s eyes. Pulling away the soldier swiftly pulled the boxers down letting the geniuses cock spring free. When the air met his cock, he let out a sharp breath not prepared for the cool air. Not having to look Tony knew his cock was a leaking mess. Bucky let out a low whistle.

“Damn baby, is this all for me?”

“Fuck. Me.” Was all Tony could moan out. The look on Bucky’s face became primal and a look of determination, in one swift motion the he was swept into the air his legs wrapped around the soldiers waist. Using one arm to hold Tony up, Bucky pushed his sweat down his thighs and as he watched he was granted the view of his soldier’s thick cock hard and heavy and leaking pre come. “Looks like someone went commando today.” Tony snarked at him. Bucky made no comment, he pushed further into the V of his hips and their lengths met. Both brunet’s groaned finally having contact with each other. Both the soldier’s arm went to Tony’s luscious bubble butt and grasped his cheeks. He could already feel the bruises forming and loved every second of it. Tony met his lover’s eyes and wrapped his arms around his neck to get settled in for the ride. Leaning their foreheads together they met each other’s lips both fighting for dominance. Bucky’s tongue going inside to taste every inch of Tony’s mouth. Thrusting his hips into the geniuses their lengths lined up, the stimulation not enough for either of them. Bucky pulled back gazing lovingly at his sweet Tony. He ran his hands to Bucky’s nipples pinching them and pulling making him grunt and grind into his lover’s body. Wrapping a hand around both their cocks Tony started a slow pace, he loved the feeling of the Bucky’s cock against his.

“Shit, honey that feels like heaven.”

Both their cocks were leaking pre come, Bucky is more so than Tony’s was. Tony rubbed the pre come down both their cocks for a more easy strokes. He was grunting by the time Tony was performing fast more efficient strokes. The heat pooling in his stomach was getting stronger. Tony squeezed their cocks swiping his thumb over Bucky’s slit. Bucky started massaging his ass as his metal arm went to Tony’s hand and joined in stroking their cocks. Tony whimpered loving the masterpiece wrapped around his cock. Tony let go and went back to pinch Bucky’s nipples leaning over and licking one making it perk up under his attention. As Bucky kept stroking he felt close to the edge and on the down stroke, Tony bit one nipple and tugged on the other it was over and he came in short spurts all over Tony’s cock and stomach. He let out a breath and let go of their cocks.

“Damn Doll.”

“Yes, Yes, I’m amazing. Now get me off Winter Smolder.”

Rolling his eyes and giving a snort. He was much too coherent for Bucky’s liking. Lowering himself down to his knees, while keeping Tony pinned against the wall, he put Tony’s legs on his shoulders and his face was in Tony’s crotch. Without warning Bucky swallowed him down all the way to the neatly trimmed hair. Tony let out a sound between a gasp and a gurgle at the surprise. Serves him right, the brat. Bucky sets to work swallowing around the cock in his mouth. Tony is making the sweetest noises looking up his face is flushed and he’s biting his lip. Bobbing his head and pulling off with a pop. He licks at the slit loving the salty taste bursting on his tongue. Bucky flattens his tongue and goes down the hilt. Tony’s thighs are squeezing his head and if he was a betting man, his lover was close to coming. Renewing his efforts, he moves his head back and forth down the length creating a suction that has Tony moaning and his hands going into the dark tresses trying to keep Bucky down on his length. He lets Tony control his movements and after a few short thrusts and a low whine, Tony is coming down his throat, and Bucky is swallowing all of it like a champ. His hands go loose and Bucky carefully settles him in his lap. Licking his lips Bucky takes his fill on the debauched looking genius in front him and the heaving breaths he’s taking to come down from his ecstasy. He can’t help but feel smug at rendering the genius breathless and satisfied.

“You with me doll?”

Meeting his eyes Tony nods his head. Smiling to himself he stands up and pulls his sweats back where they should be. Picking Tony up and holding him close to where Tony can curl into his neck. “JARVIS, Penthouse. Please don’t let anyone on the elevator on the way up. I don’t think anyone wants to see Tony in his birthday suit.”

“Of course, Mr. Barnes.”

When then elevator finally makes it to their room, he strips Tony out of his shirt and lays him on the bed. He heads into the bathroom and grabbing a washcloth he heads back into the bedroom wiping himself off and stripping his own clothes crawling into bed and wiping the sleepy genius off. Throwing the washcloth in the basket he wraps his arms around Tony and gives him a kiss on the forehead.

“Love you James.” Tony mumbles into the side of his neck.

“And I love you sweetheart. Get some rest.”

With that Tony fell asleep sated and completely content.

#winteriron #kinktober #jbbkinktober2020 #nsfk #tony stark #buckytony #james bucky barnes

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pbandjesse · 5 years ago

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I honestly cant believe today it over. The last couple days just really flew by. It was a good couple days but this just means I start my new job tomorrow! Wild.

I did get to see the moon last night. The way the moon path goes I can lay in bed around 11 and see the moon for almost an hour. Its great.

And I did sleep well. The extra hour of sleep was very nice. And while I didnt wake up at 715 like I wanted, waking up at 9 allowed me to feel a lot better. Though I was sad I only vaguely remembered saying goodbye to James.

I got up and got showered and dressed. My skin is looking great and I only have a few more days of the one. So I wont have to shower so much anymore. I will probably still take the double showers some days, but its a little exhausting honestly.

I felt cute and good today though. I liked my outfit. I love wearing tights. It was rainy and grey and I was just in a good mood.

I spent the morning playing animal crossing and starting to post on the new store instagram. I am pretty excited. I have already made 3 sales. Jess may back out of the whole thing. There have been some technical issues and she just doesnt really want to deal with it. But I am having a good time at least. I am going to post a few things every day for the next few weeks and make things as I go. But so far I have had great feedback.

I had a good time playing animal crossing too because its a new month! Last night when James got home we played together for the first time in a while and doing all the halloween stuff was fun. Handing out candy and things. But now halloween is over, so I am picking up most of the pumpkins, in favor of the new mushrooms you can grow. I am going to leave the decorations up for a while longer as we collect more christmasy things. But I am excited by new things so thats pretty great.

Around 11 I decided to go for a drive. It was raining but not to bad. But of course as soon as I left the house it started pouring. I went back upstairs to get a raincoat and then I was off.

As I waited at the light to get on the highway, a homeless man asked for change. I did not have change so I gave him the $5 bill I had and he was super nice to me. We talked for a minute while the light was red. Someone had shot him with a paintball gun last night. I felt so bad. Then he asked me where I was from because I had an accent! I always think thats funny when people say that. James says I have a dialect for sure, and its my diction as well. Neat.

I went out to savers. Driving was a bit scary. Despite all the work on the car, the little traction light is still coming on. Ugh. But I made it to the thrift store in one piece.

I had a nice time walking around there. I got an amazing lobster rug and a piece of fabric. But the best find was for James. I finally found slippers for him! Except they arent just slippers, they are grey name brand Uggs. For $10. And they fit him! Amazing. So proud of myself for that one.

I wandered around for a while though. Enjoyed my time out. Not as many weird things today. But a nice walk around.

When I was done there I went and got lunch across the street. Continued to listen to a podcast. And then went to get some snack based groceries.

That was a nice time. Thinking about things to put in my lunch this week. Had fun looking at the christmas stuff they are starting to put out.

I was only very annoyed when I went to my car. Because the cart I was using locked its wheels about 30 feet from my far!! I was still in the parking lot!! Stupid cart. I had to put it in the little cart shelter and then carry all my stupid things to the car. In the rain. So then I was both wet and hot.

I drove home. Had some issues because of 3 separate accidents that had 83 very very backed up. Making single lanes each time, but of course it was not in the same lane.

But I still got home soon enough.

I brought in some of my stuff. Left the heavy things in there. And did some putting away. Some cleaning. Some playing with sweetp. Helping Jess with some google issues and working on some store stuff. I got a little upset by a comment she made about how she would have given up a while ago if I wasnt so excited about the store. And like. Yeah Ive felt that from you. I told her she didnt need to do it with me, but she said she has made a lot of masks already so shes going to. But like. It makes it hard for me to feel good about being excited about something when someone says stuff like that. So I dont know what will happen on her end but I am going to keep going and try to not let it bother me.

I decided to go for a walk. I went over to walgreens and got nail polish. And when I got home James was here! Hello boyfriend.

We hung out for a while. And then he made me a taco. Except when he heated up the tortilla, sweetP jumped on the counter and melted his whiskers and got his face singed. I was so upset. He doesnt seem hurt at all but his face was all curly and his chin and chest are burnt. I trimmed it a bit and cleaned him off with a wet paper towel. Im more upset when he is for sure. But still.

James felt really bad. But it wasnt anyone's fault. It all just happened really fast.

After dinner James had trivia. I decided not to participate this week. Instead I decided to cut my hair. I put it in two pig tails and chopped off 4 inches of hair. I got a cute bob now. Very nice for the fall.

Once I finished cleaning up my hair I took a bath. Relaxed. It was a nice time.

I laid in bed and watched videos for a while. Then went to sit with James as the game was finishing and Lane recited Dante's amazing parody poem. And we showed off our moths. It was a goofy time.

Now I am in bed. I am cold. James is in the shower. I am going to put a differnt sweater on and try to get to sleep quick. Because I have work tomorrow!! I dont know if I will actually have any kids. But my plan is to get to know my coworkers and set up some art bins for the kids so they dont have to share tools. I hope we eventually get some kids but not having any tomorrow will be alright. I got plans.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. Take care of yourselves and eachother. Goodnight!

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sassy-pelican · 5 years ago

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To Infinity: Part Three

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, sadness, humor, time jumps, 18+, nsfw, canon typical warnings, a bit of everythings. You may not read this story if you are under 18.

Tagging: @holyhumorliteraturelight @crushedbyhyperbole

1944

Peggy greeted you with a wide smile matching your own. The knowing look in her eye reflected yours, only making you smile wider. “How did Steve react?” You ask.

“Much like Bucky did.”

“So, he froze like a deer in headlights?”

“Absolutely.” She laughs. “Nothing better than making Captain America blush like a schoolgirl.”

“I can’t argue with that, much.” You look at her, the glow from last night still present, even if only slightly. “Although, making the ladies-man stumble over words like one is pretty great too.”

“I bet it is.”

The small reprieve didn’t last though. The way to Poland was already underfoot and even with your newfound happiness from Bucky, the war weighed heavy on you. You loved it, the sense of purpose, the feeling of protecting people, but you hated that everything else stuck with you far longer than you wanted.

“You okay doll?”

“Of course, just thinkin’ Buck.” You only recently started using the nickname for his nickname, courtesy of Steve. Somehow, it always seemed to put Bucky at ease when you said it.

“Care to tell me what you’re thinkin’ ‘bout?”

“No.”

“Alright.”

“Do you miss it? The simplicity of before all this.” You don’t look at him when you ask, can’t really.

“Yeah. I miss trying to keep Stevie out of trouble, I miss the mindless dates I set us both up with, I miss the carefree nature of everything.”

“Me too. I love what we’re doing, the helping people part, I just hate everything else. I don’t like taking lives, but I know I have to.”

“I get it.” He slings his arm around your shoulder, pulling close while you walk. “I hate it too. I know I enlisted –”

“Don’t lie to be Bucky. I’ve seen your tags, and I have my own. I know the number for people who enlisted and people who were drafted. You were drafted.”

“I’m sorry.” He mutters, burying his face in your hair.

“Nothin’ to be sorry for. You had no control over it.”

“You can’t say anything to Steve. He doesn’t know.” He pleads.

“I won’t, but you should tell him.” You hug his waist, trying to calm the nerves you can feel rolling off him.

“I know. I will. Just maybe when this is all over.”

“Another thing to add to the list then?”

“The list? What list?”

“I distinctly remember you telling me that after all this we were gonna get married, get a dog, and then maybe have a couple of kids. Telling Steve was just added.”

“I distinctly remember you not giving me answer either.”

“Well, I am now.”

The team had three days before the next mission was due. Three whole days. It didn’t use to be a lot, but now it feels like two weeks. Bucky was excited, said he finally got to treat his girl, with what you didn’t know. When he walked you up to a fairly nice-looking lodging though, you started to get the idea.

“Bucky?”

“I said I wanted to treat you, didn’t I?” He smiles.

“That you did. But how?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I am to going to worry about. This place looks expensive.”

“It kinda was.”

You huff but know you won’t be getting the price out of him anytime soon, if at all. “So, Sarge, what did you have planned?”

He practically growls at you. “I plan on making up for you sleeping on the cold hard ground for weeks and weeks by doing everything I can’t do to you in a tent.”

“How thin are the walls?” You ask, already feeling the place in between your thighs readying itself for whatever he has planned.

“Thicker than a tent.”

“Well don’t keep me waiting, let’s get to this room and use tonight to the fullest.” You whisper. The breath by his ear sending a shiver down his spine.

“Yes ma’am.”

A few curious looks from other guests and the staff is all you see before the two of you are racing up to your room. Before you can react, the door is shut, and you are shoved against it. His hands are placed harshly against your hips, drawing you closer, his leg set firmly between yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, tugging at the ends of his hair that needs a bit of a trim before setting out again. Although, the sounds he makes when you pull at it might just change your mind.

“Bucky.” You moan. His lips leaving a trail of kisses along the column of your neck, much like the first night. His tongue slipping out to lap at the small bites he leaves inconsistently.

A hard tug on his hair as he moves to your collarbone is all it takes. He groans low in his throat, grabbing your thighs and shoving them around his waist before he walks the two of you over to what you assume is the bed. The coldness underneath your ass says different.

“Too many clothes.” He grumbles as he is fumbling with the buttons of your shirt. You shake your head, smiling wide.

“I agree.” You own fingers are attempting to work at his buttons, having the same problem as him.

You encase his hand in yours, stopping his shaking movements. “Why don’t we just undress ourselves?”

“But I like undressing you.”

“And I enjoy it, but sweetheart, look at your hands.” He does, and huffs at the tremor.

“Fine.”

You don’t even bother unbuttoning your shit before you pull it over your head and out of your pants. They are far tighter than when you first bought them, the muscles in your legs have grown considerably, and although Bucky loves to look at them, you can see the judgment in other eyes when you do. Not that you care, but it still stings. However, the favored pants are soon slipping off your legs, leaving you in only the special undergarments you picked for this occasion.

“When did you get those?”

“Our first break. But I figured neither one of us would like me walking around camp with this underneath my clothes.” You smirk as he stalls his moves, button on his own pants almost undone.

“Damn right.” He growls as he pulls the fabric off and settles in just his underwear.

“You gonna come kiss me Sarge?” You can see his eyes darken as he struts forward, lifting you back up onto the dresser, the cold wood causing you to gasp.

He takes it as an invitation to slip in tongue in your mouth, almost immediately fighting with yours in the best way possible. Your hands move to his hair again, loving the feel of it between your fingers. The moan that escapes your lips when he tugs the straps of your bra down is downright dirty.

“I love you.” He mumbles, words slightly muffled by your skin.

“I love you too.” You rake your hands down his back, leaving angry red marks that send him reeling. “But I’d love you a lot more right now if you stopped teasing.”

He doesn’t answer verbally, doesn’t need too. The fabric covering your breasts is shoved off, just on the right side of careful, as he throws it across the room. Mouth hot against one and hand the other. That sinful tongue of his darts out to lap the stiffened peak of one. And fuck, it’s never felt this good, not even with him before.

“James.”

A small nip and pinch and you are throwing your head back, latching onto his shoulders with one hand, his head with another as he does it again. Just when you think you can’t possibly take any more, he switches sides, and you lose it. You can feel yourself clenching around nothing, wanting nothing more than for something to fill you up, but he seems to ignore your wordless and moaning pleas.

“James, please.” You moan, no longer caring how wanton you sound. His hand not already occupied by your breast moves downward, slipping aside the fabric of your panties, drawing out even more slick from you.

He stops long enough to remove the only thing shielding himself from you. His lips now moving downward with his hands to that place you desperately want him to fill. A warm breath on you and you shiver. A swipe of his finger and you moan. A lick and you practically shoot off the wood.

“Tastes good.” He groans, the vibrations from his words against your nether lips making you even more wet.

Hands gripping your thighs he delves between your legs once more, licking a few long stipes from slit to clit, circling the sensitive nub each time, but never really touching. His nose prods at it as he slips that long tongue inside you. You’re sure the people on the other side can hear you now. Not that you would care at this point, the sensations stemming from between your legs are enough for your mind to go blank.

A flick of his thumb over your clit and your gone. You can feel yourself clench around him, his tongue lapping up everything you give. Sagging against the mirror, he doesn’t let up. He slowly, almost painfully so, slips one of his thick digits in, swirling it amidst the slick still pooling. The turtle like pace he sets isn’t enough to get you off, you know that, he knows that. However, it’s enough to make you want more.

Another finger, still no faster and his tongue pressed against your clit is enough to make you jerk. “Stop teasing.” You gasp, words broken up with harsh breathes as he speeds up just long enough to startle you.

“But it’s so fun.” He whines against you, your legs wrapping around his head tight.

“Please.”

“Tell me.” He orders, only here would you ever let him. But then again, only with his head between your legs or sheathed inside you, would he ever try.

“I want you inside me.”

The groan sends both of you over the edge. His picks you up, gently lay you on the bed and in between harsh and passionate kisses, slips inside with one long thrust. The gasp the ensues is enough for you. The feeling of him finally inside you almost sending you over the edge.

“Not yet doll. I want you to cum with me.” He moans, his movements slow at first, the sounds of skin against skin quiet.

You lock your legs around his hip, pulling him closer and pushing him farther inside. “Fuck me James.” That seems to be enough for him.

His pace quickens, skin slapping harshly, hands gripping your hips in a way sure to leave bruises. The shallow breathing of both of you fills the room with the loud moans. Every hard thrust of his hips sends you closer and closer to the edge. “James!”

The harsh rub of his pubic bone against your clit is too much. Both you can feel yourself clench around him, tightly. He does it again, the vice-like grip of you around him enough that his thrusts grow sloppy. Snaking a hand in between you his thumbs your nub, and you can’t hold it anymore.

He groans, low and loud, as you cum around him. Only a few more languid thrusts and he’s done too. The hot ropes of him filling you up is almost enough to send you over again, the waves of your previous orgasm still not fully over.

“I think you made up for the cold hard ground.” You gasp out, breathing harsh as he collapses next to you.

“Oh, I’m not done yet. Not even close.”

The weather was warmer, meaning the nights spend in the tent were with less clothing. Steve discovered that the hard way. Of course, he should’ve known to announce his presence before barging in.

The mission in Greece went well, far better than some of the other ones. But the high from it didn’t last. The boys got orders, you didn’t like it, Peggy didn’t like it, no one did. What you hated the most was that you weren’t going with them.

“I’ll be fine, doll.” Bucky reassures, but you see it in his eyes, he’s nervous.

“I hope so.”

“I’ll come back and we can do anything you want.”

“Anything?” You ask, ideas of varying levels of debauchery flowing through your mind.

“Anything. Promise.”

“Okay.” You look at him, not liking saying goodbye. “When you get back, we’re getting married.”

“I don’t have a ring.” He argues, not really meaning it, but also worried about it to a point. You shake your head at him.

“I don’t care. I want to marry you, not a ring.” You don’t let him speak as you lean up and kiss him. It feels like a goodbye kiss, even though you hope with everything in you it’s not permanent.

“As soon as I get back huh?”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“You gonna get all dressed up in white?” He asks, only half mocking.

“I doubt it, nothing pure about me anymore is there? I might grace you with a skirt though.” You give him one more peck on the cheek before hugging him tight. “I expect you in your dress uniform though.”

“Of course. Anything for my best girl, right?”

“Just come back, okay.” You don’t want to cry, never thought of yourself as a crier. But now, holding onto Bucky and realizing that he is likely going into a death trap, that’s all you want to do.

“I promise.”

Their late. Not late enough to cause real concern, but still late. None of them have showed up yet, not Steve, not Dugan, not Pinky, not even Frenchie. Every second that passes amps up your nerves. Peggy’s no better, standing next to you and chewing her lip.

“Do you think they’re alright?” She asks, the red of her lips almost gone.

“Of course. They’re our boys.” You try, it doesn’t work, not when you don’t really believe the words yourself.

“Well, you’re not wearing white.”

“Bucky!” You turn, launching yourself at him. Not fully noticing that he has on the same outfit as the first day you met. The green shirt matching that of your dress.

“I missed you doll.” He murmurs into your neck.

“I missed you too.”

“Still wanna get married?” He asks, setting you down.

“Yes.”

The dingy motel room seems familiar. It isn’t, but it brings back memories of your first night with him, with anyone. You can’t help but smile as you trace little shapes on the expanse of his chest, still covered in a light sheen of sweat.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you James.”

You lay there for a while, his arm wrapped around you, yours around him, the sheet not really covering anything from your waist up. Still, his hand traces mindless shapes the same as yours. It almost tickles. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, stilling his movements. You place one on his chest. Chaste compared to earlier.

“It feels different.” He says.

“It does, doesn’t it?”

“I could get used to it.”

“Me too.” You pick your head up from its resting place against him. “Goodnight Mr. Barnes.” A kiss, for luck and good dreams.

“Goodnight, Mrs. Barnes.” A kiss and a grab at your ass for fun.

The hoots and hollers from the team when you go you on your next mission are comical. The booze that are passed around aren’t. They don’t have any effect on Steve, and don’t seem to have any on Bucky either. No one comments on it though, not even when everyone else is piss ass drunk, save you and Peg.

“You actually did it! Lady Legs and Buckaroo actually did it!” Dugan yells. You just laugh at him as you lay your head on Bucky’s shoulder.

Most of the other guys are passed out already, snoring loudly. “Yes Dum Dum, we did.” Bucky says.

“Your married!” He says, almost disbelieving.

“Yes, we are.” You answer. Bucky just pulls you closer.

“Never thought I’d see the day.” He mutters into the bottle.

“We’re aware.” You grumble, for the fifth time tonight.

You two escape to your tent shortly after a few more drunken confessions, all of which were embarrassing for anyone involved. You can still hear him, but neither you nor Bucky care at this point, the two of you just want to sleep.

“Think he’ll pass out anytime soon?” He asks.

“One can only hope.” You stop, unsure how to broach the subject with him. “Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“They did things to you, I know that.” You pause, letting him process the direction of the conversation. “I don’t need, or want, to know everything. I just want to know if it was a botched version of the serum Steve and I got.”

He doesn’t say anything for a while, you almost don’t think he will. “How’d you know?”

“I’m your wife, James. Your fiancé, girlfriend, and friend before that. I also saw what you looked like when you rescued you. I saw the look on your face when you spotted the doctor, and I knew they were conducting experiments. The guys said no one came back from where you were. You also have far more stamina than a normal man, are far stronger than you should be, and didn’t get drunk tonight or the night in the bar.”

“I haven’t been as careful as I thought then,” he mutters. “Yes, it was botched version of it. Far less safe obviously.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Nothin’ for you to be sorry about doll. It wasn’t your fault.” You hear the shaky breath he takes. “Please don’t hate me for it.”

“I could never hate you. I’m not gonna leave you over it either. I love you Bucky, botched serum and all.”

Cold snow and iced over ground gave way to warm weather and soft, mud-covered ground soon after that conversation a week ago. The SSR offered Steve a way to Italy, he declined, much to everyone’s dismay. He seems to be the only one unaffected by the night sleeping in a tent. His excuse, as always, is a good one. Always about doing the right thing, clearing towns of the Nazi and HYDRA influence as we go. Still, you missed a bed. You missed the things that came with a bed too.

You and Bucky’s sex life is … bland, at the moment at least. There simply isn’t much room in a tent to get creative and the thin fabric certainly does nothing to muffle sounds. A few too many incidents of team members barging in due to what they considered sounds of distress is enough to let the two of you know that until a more private setting can be found, exciting sex just isn’t practical. That didn’t stop you from trying though.

“I’m going to kill Steve for refuses the offer of better transportation.” Bucky grumbles just ahead of you.

“Feeling a little under the weather, are we?” You ask him, after the fifth time he falls in the mud. Each time you struggle to keep the laughter in.

“Very funny doll. Let’s not forget the roles were reversed a while back.”

“True, but I wasn’t covered in mud.”

“It’s a good thing I love you.” He growls, and without warning, launches himself at you.

Falling back into the mud pile he just vacated, you squeal. “James Buchanan Barnes! You devil you!” Everyone turns to see the commotion and all laugh at the sight.

“What the bloody hell are you two doing?” Peggy asks, laughing while trying scold us.

“Ask my husband!”

“Barnes?” She asks, hands on her hips, lips tugged into a smile.

Without looking up from your eyes he replies, “Y/N was making fun of me.”

“Are you a child?” She asks, still smiling, Steve now next to her.

“Only sometimes.” He drops his voice, low enough that only you can hear. “Other times I like to make you scream for a different reason.”

You aren’t sure whether you want to moan or hit him with the handful of mud poised at your side. You settle on a grumble of frustration. “You are insatiable James Barnes.”

“Only for you Y/N Barnes.”

The bed beneath you is a welcome change after weeks of a tent and the ground. However, nothing is quite as welcome as the head between your legs, fingers parting what he can’t with his mouth. Your own fingers are tangled in his hair, tugging slightly, pulling him closer if possible. He doesn’t move though, only continues his ministrations, far too slow for your liking.

“Bucky, please.”

“Patience my dear.” He mumbles before delving back in, tongue lapping at your entrance, trying to taste every ounce of your wetness.

The moan coming you as he slips his finger in are sure to wake Steve, who is on the other side of the wall behind you. The mere thought causes you to tense a little. He feels it, stopping. “What’s going on in that head of yours love?”

“Steve … he can probably … oh god Bucky …” You try to explain as he resumes his movements once you relax a bit.

“I don’t care.” He mumbles, leaning back down to suck on your clit. “But I better not hear his name again for a while.”

“Fuck!” The harsh curl of his finger coupled with the addition of a second sends you higher. You swear your eyes roll back, whites showing.

“Atta girl.” He groans, the slight movement of the bed an indication he’s rutting his hips against the side now. “You taste so good.”

“James.” You gasp as he moves his fingers faster, tongue following, licking at your clit faster than before. “Need you.”

“Fuck doll.” He groans, moving from his place on the carpeted floor and over you.

One swift movement, no more prep necessary, he pushes in, bottoming out in record time. The loud groan from his lips already sending you clenching around him even more. “James … move.”

He does, slowly at first. Long and measured movements are met with the soft slap of hips against hips, fingers coming down to tweak your exposed nipples. The jagged breath at the dual sensations is enough for him to pick up the pace, even if only slightly. Even as you lock your legs around him, urging him deeper, harder, faster, he doesn’t budge.

One hand slips downward, hovering over your hyper-sensitive nub, the other still pulling, pinching, and rubbing at the peak of your breast. The gentle press of the finger against you makes you clench, squeezing him harder.

“Fuck Y/N.” He pants. “Gonna make me cum like a boy if you keep that up.”

“Faster.” Is all you manage as he whispers in your ear.

His grip shifts, holding onto your hips now, the slow pace now a thing of the past. The almost brutal pounding does you in, the release that was only impeding moments ago is exploding now. Another push and pull of your hips and he’s growling, pulling out.

“Hands and knees baby.” He moans into your ear. You oblige.

One hand resting on your ass he loves so much and the other wrapped around his length, he is guiding himself into you. Your prior climax letting him slip in with ease, tip reaching new depths at this angle. Arching your back as he bottoms out draws a guttural moan from him. The fast and hard pounding from before resumes. The slapping of skin is the only sound next to the almost scream-like sounds coming from your lips.

“Oh … fuck! Y/N.” He groans, thrust becoming sloppier now. You don’t mind, your own walls are clenching harder, the heat pooling in your center. You can feel yourself reaching that high again.

“S’close Bucky.” You mumble, dropping down to your elbows, face falling into the pillows; they don’t do much to muffle the sounds though.

“Me too.” He groans, lips trailing up your back, chest sliding against your sweaty skin. “Get yourself there.”

You nod, slipping your hand between your legs, tracing your clit with your fingers. “Shit. Oh, fuck!” You moan, his thrusts bottoming out in rapid succession.

“Cum for me doll.” He moans, lips pressing into your neck as you collapse farther into the bed. It doesn’t take you long, you second release crashing over you like a wave. He doesn’t take long to follow, ropes of his own painting your walls.

The squelchy sound as he pulls out and collapses next to you is the dirtiest and sound you’ve heard in a while. “We’ve got have sex more often. If we keep doing this, you’re gonna kill me.” Bucky gasps.

“Well, I don’t find the boys seeing me splayed out for you like a feast too arousing, and they have a habit of that.”

“True.” Slowly he gets up and walks, ass on full display for your viewing pleasure, into the bathroom. The cool sensation of a washcloth between your legs makes you moan a little.

“Nuh uh, I can’t do another round yet.”

“Not asking. Just feels good after all that.”

“Not surprised. We went for,” he pauses, hand still holding the cold wet cloth against you as he looks at the bedside clock, “four hours.”

“I’m gonna kill you! You’re gonna kill me is more like it.” You grumble, a smile playing at your lips.

“But you love it.”

“Yes, I do.”

1945

You weren’t going on this mission. The higher-ups said it was a ‘man’s job’ something you took high offence to but could do nothing about. You knew what it was, Bucky filled you in as much as he could, but even he couldn’t tell you everything, and you had a feeling, he didn’t want to.

The goodbye was worse than last time. You weren’t just saying goodbye to Bucky, to James Barnes; you were saying goodbye to your husband. Even Colonel Philips gave you a wide berth, everyone could see the sadness seeping from you pores. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something felt different this time.

You waited with the nurses this time, Peggy pacing nearby, waiting for word, anything. Nothing came when it was due. Even an hour late, nothing. Two hours. Three. Four. After seven you were hysterical, only on the inside though. Outside, you were a shell. Your eyes haven’t left the same spot on the floor since hour five.

“Mrs. Barnes?” A woman says, tapping at your shoulder.

“What?”

“Their back.”

You jump up, running in the direction of the tent you know they will be, but as you get there, only nine men come out, Steve included. His eyes are hollow, glassy, red. Your breath catches in your throat.

“Steve?”

“Y/N.” He chokes out. Your breathing picks up, tears prickling at the back of your eyes. You know what is going to come out of his mouth, but you have to ask.

“Steve, where’s Bucky?”

He can’t answer you, can only shake his head as sobs rip through him too. The two of you cling to each other, sobs wracking your bodies, the sounds echoing throughout the camp. No one comes up to console either one of you. They can’t. Bucky’s gone.

The gun fire and sound of bombs still echo in your skull as you climb into the plane, hiding in an alcove, out of sight. You can hear the sounds of the battle, muffled by the metal. Steve, his voice yelling, Peggy isn’t far behind.

You turn a corner, spotting multiple planes with cities written on their backs. You manage to take one out by the time Steve show up. His already haggard face becomes more so when he sees you. The two of you, bloodied and bruised make your way into the cockpit, Schmidt waiting.

“You don’t give up, do you?” He asks, more to Steve than to you. Still, you count yourself as part of it.

“Nope!” He yells, throwing himself into the fight. You don’t get in the way; you see the desperation and rage on Steve’s face. He needs this. He needs this fight after Bucky. You, you need him here.

His shield is flying, fists hitting everything in their paths. Somehow, through the array of bullets and sparks and everything in between, you make your way into the pilot’s seat. You don’t know what anything says, or what to do with anything, but you recognize two words: New York. The plane is heading for New York.

Patting your legs, trying to find that one gun you know you haven’t used yet, you frantically try to help. Gripping the handle and pointing it at the red man you fire, the bullet just missing anything vital. Just as the blood starts to seep from his side, Steve’s shield shoots him into the console holding the glowing cube.

“What have you done? No!” He screams, picking up the cube. You dive, fingers just brushing the thing before you grab onto it as well.

“What are you doing?” Steve screams at you, Schmidt’s face losing color as he watches the shapes and energy encircle both of you.

The only thing running through your head is Bucky. You could’ve protected him, if you’d been there. Shielded him from the thing that killed him. You could’ve taken the fall. It should have been you. It shouldn’t have been him. Not your Bucky. You could’ve protected him.

“I may not survive this, but I’ll be damned before you get what you want.” You growl at him as you grip it tighter. You can feel it starting to seep into you, almost as if it’s a living thing.

“No!” He screams, trying to pull it from you, but even with your own grip, it feels as if it won’t let go of you. “No.”

“You took my husband from me.” You growl, knuckles white with the strain, voice even harsher, blood coming from your nose. “And you’re going to pay for that.” You let go, the cube unleashing the entirety of its power onto him, the sheer force of it throwing you into the console.

You see a stream of bright blue flash, the body of Schmidt turning into dust, or at least that’s what it looks like. Your hand moves up to your face, wiping the blood from your nose. You don’t say anything as you look to Steve, a small smile on your face. The only thing you see is his panic-stricken face as you start to feel yourself fall. The metal hitting your head echoes even as the plane flies.

You watch as the dreaded cube burns through the plan, falling into the ocean. Eyes fluttering you smile, your vision fading in and out as you think of him. Your James. Your Bucky. Your husband. His smile, as he looks down at you is the last thing you see before your vision fades completely, world going dark and silent.

2011

“Good morning.” A plastic cup is shoved in front of your face. “How are you feeling?” the voice sounds feminine, but the haziness is there, the sounds muffled a bit.

“Where am I?” The voice that comes out of you doesn’t seem like your own, but yet it is.

“You’re in a recovery facility.”

“Where am I?”

“You’re in a recover-”

“Where am I?” You start to recognize your own voice, and it sounds raspy.

“I don’t understand.” The woman, a nurses uniform you recognize on. It seems off though, slightly altered. You glance at her legs, no hosiery.

“What year is it?” You ask, slightly surer of yourself.

“It’s nineteen-forty-five.” She answers, an uneasy smile on her face now.

“You’re lying.” You stare at her now, the pit in your stomach growing. “What year is it?”

“I told you –”

“Stop lying to me!” You turn back to her, taking a shaky breath. “No respectable woman in nineteen-forty-five would go to her workplace in a skirt with no hosiery. And if I’m right, this is a government facility, meaning that in forty-five, that would be required. Now what year is it?”

She steps back, hand going under the lip of the table in the corner. You know she presses an alarm, but yet you can’t seem to bring yourself to care. Still, you know whoever she calls can’t be good. “Sir, she knows.”

You shove at her, the punch thrown at her jaw sends her flying. It doesn’t take much time before your instincts kick in, your hands pulling open the door. You don’t make it far, guns pointed at you in every direction.

“Guns down.” A male this time. No one moves. “I said guns down.” He tries again, this time they listen. “I’m Agent Phil Coulson. You must be Y/N Y/L/N.”

“How do you know my name?”

“History.” He doesn’t offer you more than that.

“What year is it? Where am I?”

“New York City, twenty-eleven.”

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learn to love you

starker and winterspider

words: 4K

warnings: background thorki. extreme societal inequality. omegas are treated like objects to be sold. daddy kink. blow jobs. spanking. cheating. semi-panic attack. eventual stucky. you’ve been warned.

author’s note: this isn’t really how I wished it turned out, but I hope it’s okay

Stephen Strange: Found an omega, kicked out by his Alpha. Very pretty. Can your boys clean him up? I can take him off your hands afterwards if you don’t want him.

Tony groans heavily, rubbing his face and leaning back in his office chair. He loves Strange, he really does, but the omega trainer always asks for favors. He always pays Tony back, of course, he’s a very punctual man, but Tony has a very strained patience.

Tony: Fine. I doubt he’ll be up to my standards, so be prepared to find him a home. Can you bring him up now?

Stephen Strange: Yes. We are on our way.

Tony slips his phone into the pocket of his slacks, standing up and leaving his office. He lets out a sigh of relief as the overwhelming scent of sweet omega and cookies fills his nostrils. One of the boys must have baked and Tony can guess it was Bruce. As quietly as he can, he makes his way down the penthouse’s sleek hardwood stairs. He smiles as the living room comes into view. The fireplace is dying out, the orange flames flickering weakly. Pretty Woman plays on the flatscreen above the hearth, nearing the end of the movie.

The best part about the open room is the people that inhabit it.

Pietro is curled up in the corner of the black sofa, fast asleep and covered by one of the many white fluffy blankets. Clint is seated in the middle of the couch, watching the movie intently, back straight. Bruce nibbles on a cookie next to him. And, of course, his own omega is kneeling on the plush carpet, doing Loki’s hair.

“Daddy!” Peter whispers excitedly, beckoning Tony over to where he sits on the floor. The older man walks over quietly, trying not to block the T.V screen.

“Don’t you love Loki’s hair?” Peter giddies, tying the bottom of his new braid that’s weaved with tiny blue flowers.

“It looks beautiful, angel,” Tony starts, resting a hand on the small of the boy’s back, who lights up, “But won’t it get all messed up while Loki sleeps?”

Peter pouts, defeated.

“But, it took so long,” He whines, squeezing Loki’s shoulders.

“It’s okay, Peter. You can just do it again tomorrow.” Loki reassures him, forest green silk robe falling off his pale shoulder. Peter claps happily, giving the other omega a kiss on the cheek.

“No kiss for me?” Tony jokes. Peter clambers into his alpha’s lap, kissing him sloppily.

“Love you so much,” Peter slurs, wrapping his lanky arms around Tony’s neck. The alpha lets out a soft purr, running his hands up and down Peter’s silk covered back.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings.

Peter jumps out of Tony’s lap, rushing downstairs to the front door. Loki looks at him, confused. He can hear Peter squeal ‘Mister Stephen!’ from downstairs, followed by a hushed ‘oh my goodness!” Pietro stirs, rubbing his eyes before gazing up at Tony.

“Mister Stark? What’s going on?” He asks softly.

“Nothing. How about you all get to bed? Lights out is in 20 minutes.” Tony tells the group of omegas. Matt already went to sleep about 2 hours ago, like he usually does. The group all gets up slowly, Clint turning the T.V off.

The hair stands up on the back of Tony’s neck when he catches the scent of Stephen, his baby boy, and a new omega.

“Alpha, we have a visitor!” Peter exclaims, bouncing through the main foyer. Stephen looks amused as he follows the young boy, guiding a terrified omega behind him.

The poor thing stares at the penthouse with wide eyes. He’s shaking slightly, making sure he distances himself from Stephen. The sight of the man makes the alpha in Tony want to take him in his arms.

“This is James Barnes.” The older man states, grimacing slightly at the unkempt omega.

“Hi James,” Tony coos. James doesn’t say anything, just squeezes his arms closer to his chest. Tony catches a quick look of disgust from Stephen. “We’re going to take care of you, sweetheart. Until Stephen can find you a home.”

James nods slowly and Tony can feel Peter’s excitement from where he’s standing.

“You can say hi, baby,” Tony tells the young boy.

“Hi! I’m Peter!” He squeals excitedly, picking up James’ hand and shaking it. That finally gets a smile out of the brunette.

“Why don’t you show James to a guest room and run him a bath?” Tony offers, squeezing the nape of Peter’s neck. Being the perfect little omega he is, he snatches James’ hand and runs off.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Sit right there while I get the bath ready!” Peter tells James, gesturing to the white toilet seat next to the tub. James sits down and Peter turns to start running the water.

“So, James,” Peter starts as he dumps some watermelon bubble bath solution in the water.

“It’s Bucky. I go by Bucky.” James Bucky corrects.

Peter kneels on the plush cream bath mat, taking a good look at the other omega. Despite the fact that he looks like he hasn’t had a shower in a week, Bucky is pretty. He definitely needs a haircut and a beard trim, but he’s not terrible looking. Peter notices a deep bite mark over his mating gland. There’s no way he’s going to get purchased with a mating bite.

“I’ll sit on the bed while you bathe. Take your time,” Peter tells Bucky, “I think my clothes should fit, if not, I can grab something else.”

He does a little finger wave and shuts the door.

Peter feels really bad for Bucky.

He’ll never find another alpha, at least one who’ll respect him, in this state. He‘s poorly trained and is already mated. Peter huffs as he plops down on the bed, yawning. The room is silent, except for the faint splashes of Bucky’s bath water. It takes a little while for him to finish, but soon Bucky is coming out of the bathroom dressed in one of Peter’s pink sweaters and a pair of his boxers.

“C’mere. Gotta go over some ground rules.” Peter says softly, patting the bed. Bucky looks at him warily and Peter flinches. “It’s fine. I’ll be out in a jiffy.”

The brunette sits down next to Peter.

“You probably already know about da-Tony’s business,” Bucky nods slowly, “Okay. You’ll be sleeping in this guest room until we can get you another alpha. We have a little whiteboard in the kitchen with the cooking schedule on it. I usually cook most nights, but I never do all three meals. I don’t think Tony will make you cook.”

Peter opens the chest at the foot of the bed, taking out a few cream blankets.

“Here are some extra blankets. Sleep as long as you like. Goodnight, Bucky,”

Peter shuts the door.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Good morning, daddy!”

Tony groans and rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands. Peter bounds up to him, Kiss the Cook apron tied tightly around his lanky frame. Tony does just that, leaning down to kiss his baby. Peter tastes like syrup and powdered sugar.

“I made pancakes,” He sings, pulling away. The young boy spins on his heels and picks up an extra plate of the gooey pancakes. Tony accepts it graciously with a kiss to Peter’s cheek, sitting down at the head of the dining table. Only Pietro is there, shoveling pancakes into his mouth.

“Mornin’, Pietro.” Tony grumbles, picking up his utensils that sit on his placemat. His napkin is folded into a swan and Tony chuckles a bit.

“Good Morning, Mr. Stark.” Pietro responds once he swallows his food. Peter appears next to his seat, giving his alpha a fresh glass of orange juice.

“Thanks, baby.” Tony says through a mouthful of food.

“You’re welcome!” He squeals before scurrying off to the kitchen. Tony takes his time eating his food, the pancakes cooked to perfection. Peter provided a plethora of different fruits on the side.

“Tony, Bucky is awake!” Peter chirps, him and the other omega coming into view. Tony’s heart may have skipped a beat when he laid eyes on the new member of the household.

He’s really beautiful once he’s showered and in new clothes.

“Hi, Mister Stark.” James, now Bucky, says softly as Peter pushes him into the dining chair next to the alpha.

“Good Morning, James.” Tony says coolly.

“I’d rather go by Bucky.”

Tony swallows thickly. He’d rather not train the boy without being paid.

“Attitude, Mr. Barnes.” He offers, fork clicking against his plate as the room goes silent. “If you want to find an alpha, you’re going to have to work a little harder than you usually do.”

Bucky stares at Tony with wide eyes.

“Yes, Mister Stark,” He croaks, hands shaking. Tony grins.

“That’s better.” Tony purrs, turning his attention back to the food.

This will be fun.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Don’t worry about him, Bucky. He’s hard on everyone that comes through here.”

Bucky sighs heavily as Peter coats the mascara wand in more makeup. He takes his time lathering his left group of eyelashes, because he has to look good for shopping.

“I know, I just feel bad. Everyone here pays somuch for Mister Stark to take care of them, and I didn’t pay anything.” Bucky says softly. Peter closes his mascara and turns around, smiling.

“I didn’t pay, either.” Peter tells him, giggling at his shocked face. “Neither did Loki, as well as a bunch of previous omegas. Trust me, money can get you in, or having a heart.”

Peter takes a breath.

“He sees something in you, Bucky. Just share your thanks and that’s all that matters to him.”

Bucky smiles softly at Peter.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Peter Parker’s lifestyle is ridiculous.

Bucky is blown away by the amount of money he has, or really Tony has, that he’s able to spend.

Bucky is in a shocked silence the entire day, from Peter greeting his body guard, Miss Carol, with a kiss on the cheek to waltzing into one of the most high class restaurants for lunch.

“Oh, Bucky,” Peter breathes when Bucky steps out of the changing room. The omega flushes a pretty pink, bowing his head sheepishly.

“You look gorgeous!” Peter squeals, clapping his hands happily. “Red is perfect on you.”

Bucky smiles and looks down at the top he has on. It’s a cherry red, long sleeved, cold shoulder top that fits him perfectly.

“Doesn’t he look beautiful, Miss Carol?”

The blonde alpha smirks.

Bucky gulps.

“Very,” She purrs, looking back down at her phone.

“Okay, next outfit!” Peter exclaims, hopping out of his seat and guiding Bucky back into the changing room.

His touch feels scorching.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“I found an alpha interested in Bucky.”

Peter removes his lips from Tony’s cock with a pop.

“Hm, really?” He asks, lazily stroking the alpha’s thick length. Tony groans, squeezing the arm rests of his office chair. Peter licks a stripe up the man’s cock, happily sucking at the tip.

“Yeah,” Tony moans, dropping his pen on his desk and gripping Peter’s hair tightly. That encourages him, the omega taking Tony down all the way to the hilt. His throat spasms around the alpha’s dick, his free hand reaching up to massage the growing knot.

“Fuck,” Tony hisses, hips bucking upwards as he starts to face fuck his baby. Peter moans happily, the sound traveling right up Tony’s cock. The younger boy involuntarily grinds down on the hardwood floor of the office.

“Peter, fuck, daddy’s close,” Tony pants and Peter pulls off of his dick.

“Daddy, please, need your come,” He babbles, sticking out his tongue while continuing with quick, even strokes of his hand. That’s what pushes Tony over the edge, spilling his release onto Peter’s angel face with a buck of his hips.

“Thank you,” Peter purrs, pressing a quick kiss to the oversensitive tip of Tony’s cock. The alpha hisses in pleasureful pain.

“Anything for my baby,” He drawls as he tucks his dick back into his boxers, zipping his jeans back up. Peter squeals happily and climbs onto Tony’s lap. His aching cocklet strains against his white panties.

“Poor thing, do you need to come?” Tony coos, swiping his thumb over the head of Peter’s member.

“Yeahhhh,” Peter moans, grinding his hips against Tony’s.

“That’s it, hump Daddy like the horny little puppy you are.”

Peter moans louder, circling his hips against Tony’s, chasing his release. He clings to the older man’s shoulders, speeding up his thrusts with tiny ah ah ahs. His hips finally stutter against Tony’s as he comes all over the alpha’s black t-shirt.

“Good boy,” Tony praises, brushing a few of Peter’s sweaty curls out of his face. Peter smiles softly, face pink and lips wet.

“Daddy?” He asks, resting his head on Tony’s shoulder.

“Yeah, baby?” Tony responds, taking a deep breath of the scent of flowers and sex.

“How long will Bucky be with us?”

Tony sighs heavily, rubbing the younger’s back.

“A week. Why?”

“No reason.”

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Daddy found you an alpha.”

Bucky tenses up as Peter ties his bun.

“Really?” He asks softly. Peter rolls his eyes.

“Yes really.” He teases. “Your first meeting is tomorrow morning over coffee.”

Bucky doesn’t respond and Peter pouts. How can the omega not be excited about an interested Alpha?

“Bucky. You should be excited!”

Bucky turns around in his chair.

“I know. I’m just worried.” He mutters, pulling at the sleeves of his lavender sweater. Peter takes a deep breath, twirling a strand of the other omega’s hair between his fingers.

“Worried of what? I’d be surprised if someone didn’t like you.”

Bucky flushes.

“My last alpha was terrifying. I don’t want that to happen again.” He says solemnly, looking at the ground.

“I’m sorry,” Peter starts, “But Tony does intense background checks. He’d never give anyone an omega if he didn’t trust them.”

Bucky smiles.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

There’s a knock on the door.

Tony furrows his brows. The boys know the rules. They know not to disturb him when he’s working.

Besides Peter.

He’ll always make an exception for Peter.

“Come in,” He grunts, continuing the paperwork on his desk. He has stacks of government papers to do, since Loki is going home with an alpha tomorrow. It’s ridiculous how much paperwork there is to get an omega’s documents changed.

The oak door creaks open and the boy does not smell like Peter.

Tony looks up and sees Bucky.

He stands in the doorframe, new lilac sweater draped over his frame, Nike sweatpants on his legs.

“Mister Stark?”

Tony grins like a shark, leaning over his desk.

“Bucky. My dear. What is it?” He coos.

Bucky shifts on his feet.

“I, well, I wanted to ask about my meeting tomorrow?” He says softly. Tony chuckles, leaning back in his chair.

“Come here, Bucky. Sit down.” He orders, patting his lap. He drinks in the way Bucky’s eyes grow wide, yet he shuffled over to the alpha. Tony could groan as the little thing sits on his lap warily.

“No one told you not to disturb me while I’m working, huh?” He whispers, snaking his arm around the omega’s waist. Bucky jumps in his seat.

“I’m so sorry, sir!” He exclaims, heart rate rising.

“Hush, hush. You’re new. I don’t mind.” Tony grumbles, ghosting his fingers over Bucky’s scarred mating gland. The omega shivers, goosebumps appearing on his neck.

“The schedule will be up tomorrow. Good night, Bucky.”

“Goodnight, Mister Stark.”

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“I’m going to miss you so fucking much.”

Loki raises his eyebrows in surprise.

“That’s vulgar for you, Peter.” He teases, poking the younger in the side.

“Hey,” Peter glowers, crossing his arms over his chest in mock anger. Loki chuckles, adjusting his grip on the duffel bag that’s balanced on his shoulder.

“I’m going to miss you too, my dear. Thor will happily let you visit, though.” He tells Peter, resting a hand on his bicep.

“I sure hope so,” Peter jokes. “But seriously. It’s going to suck with you not being around.”

Peter loves most of the omegas that come through Tony’s training.

But Loki is special.

They just clicked when his father dropped him off for his stay. He had been angry, mad at the world, but Peter was able to help him grow into the perfect omega he is today.

“I think you’ll be able to manage without me.”

Both boys turn to watch a sleek black Mercedes stop in front of the apartment building. The driver’s door opens, a bulky blonde clambering out.

“Loki! Loki! It’s me!” Thor yells, waving his arms wildly. Loki looks at Peter and they both burst into laughter.

“That’s me. Bye, Peter.” Loki says as the younger boy hugs onto to him tightly.

“Bye, Loki. Keep in touch.”

“Always!” He shouts as he bounds down the steps of the apartment building, Thor engulfing the omega in a giant bear hug. Peter watches from afar as Loki peppers kisses onto his alpha’s bearded cheeks.

Peter’s heart aches.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Tell us!”

Bucky flushes and places his fork next to his plate.

The boys have been trying to pry information about the potential alpha from Bucky. It’s not going so successfully, because Bucky keeps going bright red when anyone asks.

Tony finds it endearing.

“Bucky, you’ve got to tell us.” Matt pries, taking a sip of his white wine.

“Okay,” Bucky says softly, earning a hoot from Clint. “He’s super sweet, a real gentleman.”

The boys listen intently as Bucky tells all the details about his date with Steve Rogers. Tony has known Steve for a long time, from when he first got married to another alpha, to when he got divorced, and now as he’s looking for an omega.

Tony eyes Peter as he pushes his food around with his fork. He never passes up Bruce’s cooking for anything.

“Peter, baby? Everything okay?” He utters in his baby’s ear. Surprisingly, Peter pushes his alpha away.

“I’m fine,” He grunts through clenched teeth.

“Peter,” Tony says firmly, brow furrowed. The conversation at the table ceases at the alpha’s voice.

“What?” The omega snaps, dropping his fork on his plate with a loud clang. The group watches in silence as Peter stands up and rushes off to his bedroom. No one speaks for a while, still holding their breath. Eventually Tony sighs and stands up, pushing his chair in slowly.

“Continue eating. I’ll be dealing with Peter.” He says coolly, rolling up the sleeves of his charcoal dress shirt. Still, no one speaks.

“Thank you for dinner, Bruce. It was wonderful.”

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Daddy, please stop.”

Tony delivers another slap to Peter’s red ass.

“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson, sweetheart.” He coos, caressing the hot skin. Peter lets out a sob and bites down on his pillow. Tony spanks him again, groaning as the younger boy bucks his hips up.

“I thought I taught you not to mouth off years ago,” Tony drawls, delivering one more slap to Peter’s abused cheeks.

“I know, I’m sorry!” The omega cries, “It won’t happen again, please, daddy, stop.”

Tony decides that’s enough, pressing a kiss to his coccyx. He reaches over to grab some cooling lotion, uncapping the bottle and gently spreading it over Peter’s ass. He whimpers and cries as Tony tends to him.

“Daddy,” Peter whimpers, shaking slightly as he clings to his alpha. Tony pulls him into his arms, purring softly as he rubs his face in the crook of the omega’s neck.

“Daddy’s sorry, princess.” He murmurs, pressing kisses to Peter’s neck.

“No you’re not.”

Tony’s eyes grow wide as he squeezes the boy.

“What the fuck?” He growls, low in his chest. Peter lowers his head and whines. “You need to tell me what’s wrong.”

More tears fall down Peter’s cheeks, wetting Tony’s shirt.

“Do you feel like you’re not getting enough attention?” Tony asks softly, brushing a salty tear away with his thumb. Peter shakes his head, curls bouncing, damp with sweat. “Then what is it baby? You know you have to tell me.”

“It’s just, I, I think Bucky should stay here.” Peter blabbers, nervously fiddling with his silver Pandora bracelet. Tony got it for him as a courting gift, along with a few other presents.

“I think we could open our relationship.” Peter says softly, sniffling.

“No.”

Peter looks at Tony with wide eyes.

“No?” He repeats. Tony may have a problem with saying no to his baby boy. The word doesn’t usually come out of Tony’s mouth on the regular.

“No, baby.” Tony says again.

“But-“

“No.”

Tony’s almost seeing green as more tears fall down Peter’s face. He hates seeing Peter cry, but he’s more angry than sympathetic. How could Peter even think about another man, let alone one he barely knows.

Peter chokes back a sob.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Bucky, you gotta be quiet!”

Bucky stifles back a laugh as he pads through the kitchen. Peter opens the black cupboard carefully, trying not to make any noise. Bucky leans over his shoulder, shining the flashlight on his phone. Peter grabs a packet of Keebler cookies.

“Come on, let’s go!” Peter whispers through giggles, pulling on Bucky’s hand and running back upstairs. They creep through the hallway, trying their best to keep the hardwood floors from creaking. They finally reach Bucky’s guest room, collapsing onto the cream bed in a fit of giggles.

“That was like, Mission Impossible.” Bucky wheezes, folding his hands on his stomach. Peter shakes his head, still giggling softly as he turns on his side. Bucky does the same, chocolate locks falling over his shoulders. The corners of his blue eyes crinkle, sparkling with laughter and maybe a bit of sleep deprivation.

“You’re really pretty,” Peter breathes, strawberry lips parted slightly. Bucky smiles softly, a pink blush dusting his cheeks.

“You think?” He jokes.

“Yeah.”

And before Peter knows it, they’re kissing. They’re kissing, and it’s so soft and delicate and Peter’s never had anything like it. Bucky tastes sweet, a stark contrast from the sharp whiskey taste of Tony.

Tony.

Peter pulls away quickly, sitting straight. Bucky flinches.

“Oh god,” Peter breathes, guilt washing over him. He’s never had a panic attack before, but Tony has them quite frequently. And Peter’s pretty sure this is what it feels like.

“Oh god,” Peter repeats, breathing heavily. “I’m the worst omega ever.”

Bucky sits up, resting a hand on Peter’s bicep.

“No you’re not. That was my fault. I’m sorry.” He says gently. Peter shakes his head.

“That was all me. I’m such a fucking idiot.” He hisses. “I’ll go now. I’m sorry, Bucky.”

Bucky reaches out for Peter, but the boy is gone in a flash.

Peter can’t help the tears from running down his face as he creeps into his own room. He can hear Tony’s soft snores, muffled by his pillow. Peter climbs into their nest, lying next to his alpha and curling up tight. He breathes in deeply, Tony’s scent of smoke and cologne filling his nostrils. It calms him down, pressing closer to his alpha.

The soft snoring and puffs of air hitting the back of his neck

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“I’m glad you like him, Steve.”

The blonde smiles and wipes the corner of his mouth.

“I couldn’t be happier. I can’t wait for him to move in.” He coos, squeezing the back of Bucky’s neck. The brunette looks down at his steak.

Tony smiles tightly at Steve and squeezes his own omega’s thigh from under the table. Peter jumps slightly, shoving another piece of Filet Mignon in his mouth. Tony chuckles and lets out a quick purr, causing the younger to blush sheepishly. Tony watches as Bucky tugs on Steve’s sleeve, whispering something in his ear.

“We’re going to head to the restroom real quick.” Steve tells the table. The pair stands up, the blonde holding out his arm for Bucky.

“I wonder what they’re doing in there.” Tony jokes, taking a sip of his scotch. Peter scoffs and hits his arm lightly.

“Daddy,” He scolds, but the usual light playfulness is gone. Tony eyes his baby warily.

A heavy silence hangs between the two.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Did you love him at first?”

Peter furrows his brows.

“Hm?”

Bucky glances to where Steve and Tony stand by the grey Audi parked by the curb.

“Mister Stark.” He says softly, still watching the two alphas. Peter sighs.

“I fell in love with him while I was in his care. So yeah, I loved him at first,” Peter recalls, heart warm at the thought of his beginnings with Tony. “An alpha did choose me though. I think if I wasn’t with Tony, I’d learn to love that alpha.”

Steve waves to Bucky.

“Yeah. Learn to love.”

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