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tharros-auris-black-asimi · 2 years ago

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Crime of passion (Chapter 3)

Pairing: Dark Incubus Bucky Barnes x Female Half-Cetus Reader

Summary: It's a normal day in the life of the incubus Bucky Barnes and his girlfriend— you.

... Or is it?

Chapter Warnings: An aftermath of an attack, hospitalization, coven clan meetings, Dark!Bucky, revenge, murder

Additional Notes: Hello everyone! This chapter was a bitch to edit. 9k words... never again. I'm never doing it a second time. Clearly, I word-vomited again. But nevertheless, I hope you all enjoy!

As always, if you'd like to read this chapter on my AO3 and show it some love over there, you can read it here.

Word Count: 9497

Bucky. Come home, please.

Your words suddenly rang in his mind.

It made him stop in his tracks. It made him stop completely, in order to grasp what the hell just happened.

You had spoken to him.

You had spoken to him in his mind.

It had caused Bucky to call Helmut to come with him to the apartment together.

Which was where they were headed now. Having gotten to your apartment complex, the two men hurried up the staircase to the fifth floor. Already, people were opening their doors and looking at him.

“Jimmy sweetie,” one of the elderly women said to him.

Bucky’s eyes darted to her.

“I dunno what happened in there baby, but I called the police. They should be arrivin’ soon.” She told him.

“Thank you, ma’am,” Bucky spoke in a relieved tone.

Still, that didn’t quell his jumpy nerves when she bid him goodnight and closed her door.

Because for the first time in his life, Bucky was terrified. He was truly and utterly terrified.

His heart had caught in his chest and lurched upward in his throat when he finally managed to open the front door of the apartment.

Only to come home to see the place that he had made home with you in disarray.

Dread had him in a chokehold as he took in the current state of the apartment.

The couch and coffee table hadn’t been touched. The small living room was still in tip-top shape.

Luckily, there was no glass on the floor either. Being that anything that was glass was either stored away in the cupboards and the cabinets or washed on the dish wrack.

The hallway however, was where the damage had been done the most.

Not that everything else in the apartment was in good order either.

There was water everywhere. As Bucky glanced around, he noticed the leaking beginning from the pipes underneath the sink in the bathroom.

At the beginning of the hallway, was your ex.

Never had Bucky rushed over so quickly. He didn’t even fly over to make his life easier. In his panic, he had dropped his glamour completely. His tail was seen by Helmut, desperately and frantically swishing around in horror.

Never had he rushed over to you so quickly, or got on his knees so quickly either.

You were laying down sideways on the floor at the end of the hallway, your body completely wet. The water, mixed in with the blood-soaked through your tank top and sweatpants.

You looked so frail. So tiny. Bucky didn’t have the heart to pick you up, in fear that he could crush you. His hands were shaking when he managed to muster up the courage to pick you up off of the floor.

Luckily for him, you were unconscious. He could still feel and hear your heartbeat.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

You were alive.

Never had Bucky ever had been grateful to hear your heartbeat. Your head lolled against his shoulder.

“James,” Helmut’s raspy voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He turned to look at the werewolf.

Except, Helmut wasn’t looking at him.

He was looking at the other body that also currently was occupying the hallway.

Your ex was still sprawled on the floor, face-forward on the hardwood floor.

Water was still leaking from the hallway that led to the bathroom. If he didn’t call a plumber in the next few days, he was sure the two of you wouldn’t be able to live in this apartment for a bit.

Blood was splattered all over the floor, even some had gotten onto the walls, and it made Bucky sick to his stomach. Even without Helmut telling him whose blood it was, he knew for a fact that most of it were your ex’s. Some of it was yours too, he knew that much. No being a werewolf and having enhanced senses needed.

Although, judging by the scratches and the scalds he could see on your ex, you had done quite a number on him.

Wait… scalds?

“Helmut, look at this.”

It had caught the brunet man’s attention. The soft thud of footsteps made Bucky aware that Helmut had heard him. Enough to walk over to his companion, anyway.

Helmut had smelled the blood. The blood and water. Although, because of the water, the smell of the blood was a little diluted.

He was already regretting not wearing boots. The water smack smack smacked and sloshed underneath his shoes. The detective was also pretty sure that the water would seep and soak through his shoes eventually. Mixed in with the blood that made the floors a tinted red color, that didn’t spell good for anybody.

Including him.

“Look at those scalds. Those can’t be normal. What could’ve caused those?” said Bucky, looking at the burns intently. Even though he wasn’t a detective, far from it, he knew to trust his gut feeling.

Helmut was floored.

Those scalds didn’t look all that terrible. He deduced that those scalds could only have been created by the water. Water, when extremely hot could scald and blister the skin. They hurt far more than fire because even though fire burned the skin badly, unlike scalds from boiling water, did not cause deep tissue damage as the water did. Even though scalds only could damage layers of skin, if you got scalded pretty badly enough, it could be just as bad as a third-degree burn.

Basically, if you got scalded, it was worse than getting burned.

And judging on the scalds your ex got, Helmut was pretty positive that your ex was indeed, still somewhat alive.

Somewhat.

Barely clinging to his pathetic life if you had been angrier, he assumed.

He also guessed that your scalds hadn’t been all that life-threatening. They had been hot, yes, but not hot enough to take the bitch out.

“How could have the water gotten that hot? I do not recall you telling me anything extraordinary about her,” Helmut remarked lightly.

Bucky was quick to rebuttal.

“What, you think she caused this?” he hissed at him. “How could she have caused this?”

“James. The man was human. I smelled nothing different about him when I managed to grab a DNA sample from the forensic science lab a month ago. He was nothing but plain. No monster or creature DNA of the sort.”

“But your lover…” his gaze had turned back to your unconscious form.

Even now, he could smell it.

Helmut had never told Bucky about the difference in your scent. Being that Bucky was an incubus, Helmut could guess that was probably why he had never figured it out. Demons weren’t really all that known to have a good sense of smell. That didn’t come with their mantra.

You had always smelled different to him. Ever since you had stepped foot into his home with Bucky, you had this distinct smell to you. Something that lurked and lingered underneath the surface, just waiting. A soft thrumming that was desperately itching to come out. Like it had been something that had been sealed away. A bird trapped in a cage that was fighting to get out.

Being a detective and the Head of a Pack, Helmut had met or either worked with people who dealt in magic. Sealing magic was something that wasn’t necessarily forbidden per se, but it wasn’t a common practice that people did anymore. It had garnered a negative stigma attached to it over time because sealing magic had been used to seal away dark magic. Dark artifacts. Warding or sealing away any dark or evil spirits. Things like that.

So why pray tell, had he smelled something that had been sealed away from you?

From what he had heard from James, you were normal. You were human. He could quite see that you were human. You weren’t wearing any glamour of any kind on you that could possibly hint to you being half-monster or half-creature. None. Nothing of the sort. Nada.

So why did you smell different?

There could have been no else that could have caused the flooding in the apartment. The perpetrator had been normal as a fly.

That left only you.

“… Ever since the two of you stepped foot into my home,” Helmut began to speak. “I noticed that she did not smell… right. She did not smell normal. Like my nurse friend. My nurse friend smells normal. She smells completely and utterly human. Your partner… did not.”

“Then what does she smell like to you?”

And it wasn’t that Bucky was completely on the train of that you weren’t human.

Because he wasn’t.

He wasn’t fully convinced.

Not yet.

“She smells like a former sexual assault victim I dealt with a while back. It was a domestic violence case. She had come to the station, to file a report against her husband, who was a Cetus like her. Their marriage was already a tremulous one, but one night during a time of sexual activity, he had crossed the line. She filed for a restraining order once their divorce was settled.” He explained to the incubus carefully.

“And… you think my girl’s a Cetus? Or half, at least?” Bucky questioned him. Choosing to keep his tone neutral, because he still was in the very neutral camp about this whole thing.

“I wouldn’t rule it out as a possibility,” Helmut responded lightly.

Well.

That wasn’t making him feel any better.

Not at all.

At the hospital, much later…

Bucky hadn’t wanted to take you to the hospital.

He really hadn’t.

Bucky hated hospitals. Ever since Becca, his younger sister had been hospitalized once for an injury, Bucky was always so antsy with hospitals. Adding on the fact that when he had been a young demon, he got sick every year. Every year until he had been around nine years old, he had been spending his time at the hospital.

So needless to say, he was not at all excited when Helmut had brought up the idea.

But Helmut had assured him, told him that nothing bad would happen.

Anya and Helmut’s nurse friend had been on call. Anya, who was a Fae and his cousin Jefferson’s second wife. She had made sure to quell his nerves and make him feel better about the entire situation.

“She’s in a steady condition right now. Just let her sleep.” The blonde-haired Fae told him softly and as gently as she could when Bucky had been allowed to be with you in a room.

A nod coming from her cousin-in-law made Anya offer him some sort of smile before she left the room.

Outside in the halls, a certain human nurse had been making her rounds.

She had been working at the hospital that she had worked at for years. It would be

Her usual shift too.

Just about to pull out her phone so that she could get her usual order from Starbucks, with three shots of espresso, she suddenly saw it.

A certain Helmut Zemo, with her signature drink in his hand.

Her usual order from Starbucks, complete with three shots of espresso. Just the way she liked it.

She raised an eyebrow. A look of complete skepticism on her face. Cause yeah, she was the slightest bit skeptical of him.

Especially when he was getting up to no good again.

“You got me my drink?” She asked him curiously, procuring said drink from his hands. Raising the plastic cup to her lips, she drank from the straw, sighing softly in relief when she felt the caffeine kicking in.

Yup. Just the way she liked it.

“I did.”

A soft humming noise came from her in consideration as she took another sip of her drink.

Caffeine always made her feel better.

Even now, she could feel herself getting more energy.

Coffee was the nectar of the Gods.

Seriously.

“Have lunch with me.”

Once again, she looked up.

Also once again, she was raising an eyebrow. Oh yeah, she was giving all her eyebrow game today. And it wasn’t even the afternoon yet.

Then, she let out a sigh.

“Helmut. I can’t. You know how my shifts get. I’m dead tired. I can’t do lunch.” she stated in an exasperated tone.

“Then just stay at my home. You’re always welcome.” Helmut insisted, not quite ready to give up just yet.

She continued to judge him. “Are you sure Veronika won’t mind?” She pressed on.

At the foremention of his niece, Helmut might have grimaced. Just the slightest bit. “Veronika will be at school. Besides, she likes you very much. You two can watch that Regency show you two love on Netflix.”

Oh, now he was bargaining with her.

Smart.

He was trying to get under her skin. If he was, it was certainly working.

Any mention of Bridgerton caught her interest.

“Alright. I’ll stay at your place. But just for today.” That was all she settled with.

And just like that, Helmut Zemo was the happiest werewolf on earth.

You were dreaming.

You didn’t know how you had started to dream, but you had.

Bucky had somehow managed to crawl into the damn hospital bed with you, his wings wrapped around you. As well as his arms.

He had decided fuck all with his glamour, choosing to keep it down. This was a whole new different situation.

He simply just didn’t care anymore.

But back to your dream.

You suddenly fell back down into your old bedroom.

Back into the old home that you had shared with your mother.

Except… it looked different.

Your old bed wasn’t there anymore. Gone was your twin-sized bed with the familiar-looking pastel comforter.

Instead, there was a crib.

A crib?

You were confused now.

As you began to walk out of your bedroom and into the hallway, you started to hear voices.

“… no. I’m not doing that. That’s my baby you’re talking about.” A woman’s voice rang out from the kitchen. Even though her back was turned from you, you knew exactly who it was.

And when she turned around, you could admit you were a bit surprised.

A younger, more youthful-looking version of your mother was looking at you. If she could see you, then she said nothing. Because just then, she turned back to argue with the man in front of her.

“Our baby,” corrected the man.

Our baby?

The surprise showed all over your face.

You had never seen your father all that much in your childhood. Sure, you might have seen him a few times here and there, but after your parent’s divorce, you never saw him again.

Even now, your memory of him was spotty.

So it surprised you when you actually laid your eyes on him.

You had not gotten your looks from your father, that was for sure.

But you had gotten your hair from him. That was the one thing you were certain about.

“No!” shrieked your mother. It had been enough for you to nearly jump out of your skin.

And sure, you had seen your mother angry before.

Never like this though.

Never like this.

Never had you seen her this angry. Never had you seen her do what she did just then. She slapped your father across his face, her eyes brimming with anger and grief. “You took her away from me,” she seethed right through her teeth. “You took her away and sealed her other part of herself without my permission!” She continued to berate your father, punching his bicep.

“You know people wouldn’t have cared if she was half-monster! What do you think will happen? She will snap one day. She will snap and it will be over for her.” Your mother lamented.

“Which is why sealing it would help,” Was your father’s snappy retort. Your mother just scoffed at him.

“Sealing it will not help. The seal will break. She will be in danger. Then what? What will you do? Take her to your laboratory to be tested and probed on like an animal?” She challenged him. “You know I would never allow it to come to that extent.” His crisp reply had your mother narrowing her eyes, something you had picked up from her.

“But that doesn’t mean you’ll rule it out, won’t you? You’ll keep that as an alternative. The last resort if your kind master asks you to. And you’ll bow to his every whim because you’re a coward. You’re weak. You’d give up your own daughter to be a pawn to your dearest master’s needs.” Your mother sneered.

“Do not speak of what you don’t know,” came your father’s hissed response.

“I am not clueless. I know of what I speak of. No one knows you better than me. No one will ever know that you sealed away her powers except for me. I. Am. Her. Mother.” The woman spoke and enunciated her last three words carefully, wielding them like they were her weapons. Her swords.

Clearly, they had done their damage. Your father visibly flinched back as your mother tilted her head to the side as if challenging him to do any further damage.

“Now get the fuck out of my house.”

You woke up with a gasp.

The heart rate monitors that you were hooked up to started to beep beep beep rapidly as the dream sunk in for you.

When you had been young, your mother said that your father had abandoned you as a child. That he had and quote, “fucked off and your mother had never seen him ever again.”

Your mother had lied to you.

She had lied to you.

Your father had not abandoned you.

Your father had not walked out of your life, never to be seen again.

Your mother had banished him from your lives altogether.

Your mother had banished your father from ever contacting the two of you because he had sealed away a part of you. A part of you that you never knew had existed.

And now, it had been awakened.

Your mother had been right. The seal had not worked. The seal was gone. You were no longer human. You were different now.

Bucky heard you wake up. He had heard your gasp.

“Milaya?” asked Bucky worriedly.

You had begun to weep. You had started to sob into his shirt.

“She lied to me,” you sobbed into his shoulder.

“My mother lied to me, Sasha. She always said I was human. That I wasn’t different. But I am! I’m different, Sasha. I’m different. I’m different. My father would have handed me over to be tested. He didn’t care for my safety,” you cried.

The realization sank into him.

Helmut had been right.

The damn werewolf had been right.

You… you were not fully human.

And somehow, Bucky did not mind.

He didn’t mind one bit.

As your monster boyfriend comforted you, whispered soothing things in your ear, assuring you that he still was very much in love with you and that would never change, thoughts rolled around in his head.

It seemed that he would need further assistance.

Bucky would need to contact his cousins.

A few weeks later, at an unknown place deep in the woods in Ipswich, Massachusetts…

“James, I don’t know why you asked us here.”

Leader of the Ipswich Pack and the Head Warlock of the Ipswich Clan, Chase Collins leaned back into his chair.

Adelaide Everly Lee-Kane Collins, his wife, his Mate, and the Head Witch of the Kane Coven even pursed her lips.

“Really Jimmy,” huffed Chase. “Did you have to ask everyone to come? Not everyone is as talented as Adela and I.”

“Oh fuck you,” snapped Pouge. Glaring at his brother-in-arms, Chase’s eyes flashed from his blue to a pure black. Adela simply whacked the back of her husband’s head in retaliation for his pettiness.

“Ow!”

Eye rolling.

Eye-rolling was all Bucky had to say in response to that.

“Your covens are pretty powerful. You’re both Head Warlock and Witch of your covens. I thought you all could help me.” Bucky said, his tone even.

“And any suggestions from everyone else,” Bucky was quick to add. Just to make sure he didn’t offend anyone.

“He has manners,” Amanda, the blonde Witch from the Kane coven remarked.

“And he’s attractive,” piped up Ophelia. The brunette looked at Bucky, grinning.

“Thank… you…?” Was all Bucky offered awkwardly.

“Sisters, please,” interjected Adela in an exasperated tone.

The two witches just giggled like they were teenage girls again.

“Right, cousin. You mentioned something about sealing magic?” Chase was quick to get back on track. Back on topic. The grey-blue-eyed man saw his cousin give a nod quickly.

“Yes. My girlfriend— she mentioned something about a seal.”

“Oh, he’s taken?” Ophelia gasped.

“How very unfortunate,” Lani, another one of Adela’s Sisters nodded in solemn agreement.

“Sisters,” Adela was quick to growl his disapproval this time.

“Our apologies, Sister. Go on, James.” Heather, another one of the Kane Coven members butt in.

Nervously clearing his throat, Bucky quickly went on with his explanation.

“She said she had a dream about it. She landed in her childhood room and found her parents arguing over her seal. According to her, it looked like her father had sealed off her creature part of her away without telling her mother about it. To help her blend in, so to speak.”

His cousin’s explanation made Chase tilt his head in consideration.

Hybrid children weren’t uncommon. He and Adela were prime examples of hybrid children. They were both half dragon-shifters, as well as being half warlock and witch, respectively.

“But why would she need to blend in? Hybrid children aren’t uncommon.” Caleb Danvers, Chase’s second-in-command was quick to voice his opinion.

A collective murmur of agreement brushed over the room as the two covens agreed.

“She…” Bucky moved uncomfortably in his chair. He looked almost squeamish. “She mentioned her mother telling her father about his ‘master.’ I assumed he,” a cough, “—her father,” he quickly corrected himself. “… was a part of some cult.”

“Perhaps she was going to be some sort of sacrifice,” Tyler Simmons, the youngest member of the Ipswich coven piped up.

“But she is only half-human,” Adela said as a counterargument.

“It is possible her creature, or monster side is more dominant than her human side, dove,” Chase argued gently.

Adela just pursed her lips again. The Laotian woman sitting on that. She even leaned back in her chair.

Silence stretched over after that.

Bucky started to grow nervous. His tail, which had been present, started to swish in nervousness, catching onto the tense emotions of its master.

Then, both covens began to speak back and forth. The voices started to overlap, which only further continued to stress the incubus.

Briefly, just to himself, wondered just how you were doing. You were currently still back in New York, taking a break from work due to your current condition. You were staying at Yelena’s because Bucky didn’t trust you staying at the apartment. And besides, it was in need of repair. The pipes in the bathroom were still busted.

So the two of you were staying at Yelena’s house for the time being.

The noise becoming too much, Bucky quickly covered his ears.

Something that Chase caught onto.

“We will continue this discussion at a later date. This meeting is adjourned,” Chase announced.

As the two covens continued to bicker and fight after that announcement, Bucky slumped deeper into his chair, his embarrassment forgotten.

He really wished you were here.

A couple of days later...

“So, wait… let me get this straight Sasha.”

You were still a little bit confused.

Bucky was supporting you while you walked along the dirt road to what you were told to be his cousin Chase’s house.

“You have five cousins?”

“Uh-huh,” nodded Bucky.

“And they’re all either creatures or monsters?” you inquired.

“Uh-huh,” said Bucky again.

“Are all of them married?”

You really were treating it like twenty questions.

“Jefferson, he’s the werewolf of our family. He’s married to his second wife. He’s got Grace, who’s his first kid from his first marriage. And then he’s got Maya from his second marriage. His second wife’s name is Anya. She’s a nurse. Remember when you were at the hospital?”

You gave him an affirmative nod.

“She was one of the nurses on-call.”

“Ohhhhh,” you were nodding again.

Your nods encouraged him to go on.

And so he did.

“Chase Collins— he’s half dragon-shifter and warlock. He’s got a wife named Adela, and she’s a dragon-shifter and a witch too. They’re actually the Heads of their Covens.” Bucky hummed.

“Those two were the ones you… had an audience with, right? About the…” you trailed off. Feeling a little bit uncomfortable.

“Yeah,” his voice was soft.

“And then there’s Lance,” he continued swiftly. Wanting to revert back to the subject. “He’s married to Nera. I don’t know how they work, but they work. She should get the Noble Peace Prize for dealing with him, seriously. I’ve never met anyone who could out argue him… except Nera. She keeps him under a leash,” he said with a shrug.

You just let out a snort. “She keeps him under a leash, huh? Someone should definitely give her the Noble Peace Prize then.”

The two of you walked up to a modestly, decently-sized-looking house. It reminded you of the cozy cottage from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.

Knocking on the door two times, Bucky waited.

Sounds of footsteps running to the door echoed a few seconds later.

And then suddenly the door was swung open after whoever was on the other side managed to unlock the locks.

“Uncle Jaime!” Two voices cried out.

A boy and a girl, you noticed. They clearly took from both of their parents, looking half-white and half-Asian. You could tell the Asian side of the family by the eyes. They were big but slanted. Their broad noses too. And they were tan. Not deeply tan, like some of the Asian kids you had seen playing volleyball as a young kid. But tan enough to indicate that they spent a sizable amount of time in the sun.

The little girl let out a gasp when she saw you. Her chestnut hair, the same as her brother flew everywhere. Her brown eyes widened in realization.

She cried out, speaking in a language you understood was an Asian language, although you couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was.

“Is this your girlfriend?” The little boy inquired of Bucky.

“In the flesh.” nodded Bucky seriously.

The little girl squealed in delight. “Uncle Jaime talks about you a lot! He says you’re the prettiest!” She announced to you in excitement.

You raised an eyebrow.

“The prettiest?” you pretended to look surprised. “Your Uncle Jaime thinks I’m the prettiest?”

“Yeah!” said the little girl enthusiastically. She even was nodding. You would have said something else, but you heard more footsteps rushing to the door.

“… Matilda! Erik! Get away from the door! Don’t bother your Uncle James and his girlfriend! To the woods, you two!”

Groans came from the two young children in dismay.

“But Mama!” the small boy’s voice came out in a complaining tone.

“No, Erik. You and your sister will go outside into the woods and help your father. That’s final.”

Adelaide Everly Lee-Kane Collins crossed her arms in what could only be explained as the mom stance. Looking at her two little children with a stern look on her face. Her dark hair was tied up to be up and away from her face, although there were strands that had escaped their torment and fell down on the sides of her face. She had been in the middle of beginning to bake when she had heard the doorbell ring at the door.

Besides, with her wearing a pastel dress that had a nice flowy material on the skirt, she couldn't go around chopping wood with her husband. Even though she wanted to.

She had a bunch of her husband’s family members to feed, after all.

Erik whined at her again before Matilda smacked his back. “C’mon Erik! You know everyone else is gonna be here soon, stupid!”

“Matilda. Do not call your brother stupid. Now go on, both of you.” She scolded. Erik was about to protest again, had it not been for Matilda grabbing his hand and practically dragging him out. The two children ran down to the back of the house, where the woods were. With her two children situated, Adela dusted off any flour that might have gotten on her apron and smiled at the both of you

“How are you feeling?” Adela asked kindly when she invited you and Bucky inside of the house. You and Bucky took off your shoes at the door.

The young woman was smiling at you. Her hair was tied up and her eyes were brown. Looking a little closer though, you noticed her eyes had gold flecks in them. Her eyes looked more like golden brown, now that you were noticing them more closely. Her golden tanned skin glowed.

Or maybe that was the highlighter she was wearing?

For a moment, you forgot what she was talking about.

And then, it clicked.

“I feel like I got run over by a bus.”

Adela laughed. “Well, I wouldn’t really know what that feels like. Being half-witch and half dragon and all,” she remarked. “Wait…” you trailed off. “Since you’re a witch and a dragon, does that mean you like… live in a cave and stuff? Like, do you hoard things too? Or is that just made-up bullshit?”

“No,” she shook her head, amused. “We do live near the woods. Just to keep to ourselves. That’s where you are now, exactly. But my husband and I— we do go into town when we need to buy groceries and things like that. And yes, we do hoard things. I like hoarding stones. My husband likes hoarding jewels. My little hatchlings— they haven’t begun to want to start hoarding things yet. They’re nine and eleven.” She explained to you lightly.

“How are they doing?” Bucky asked her, referencing the two young children who had just run out of the front door to said woods.

“Oh! They’re doing just fine. Mischievous some days, but they are well behaved. Don’t let Chase sway you different Jimmy, but he’s soft on the hatchlings. How do you think they pull as many pranks as they do?” Sending her cousin-in-law a wink with a twinkle in her eyes, you didn’t even try to hide the snort that came out of your mouth.

Eventually, pair by pair, all of the rest of Bucky’s cousins came.

First, it was Bucky’s cousin who was a vampire named Justin Capshaw. Justin had readjusted his glasses, giving your boyfriend a warm smile before greeting you. The human consort that he lived with who actually worked downstairs at Stark Industries with Bucky gave him a firm hug.

“Justin’s got me to thank for meetin’ his human consort,” Bucky boasted proudly to you. Justin openly rolled his eyes at him.

“I would have met her otherwise,” Justin offered as a counter.

“Yeah, maybe. I just sped it up.” retaliated Bucky with a shit-eating grin.

“Someone’s been spending far too much time around Lance,” Justin’s girlfriend remarked as she sipped at her soda.

“I haven’t seen him in months!” Bucky protested.

“You get your I’m-such-hot-shit attitude from him, cous.” Justin’s passing remark as he looked at his girlfriend with a smirk.

Justin’s lover giggled.

After Justin was Lance and Nera.

You could tell how Lance was different than everyone else in the family. Whereas Justin was quiet, Lance was not. Compared to his vampire cousin, Lance was loud. The raven-haired man, with his hair gelled back, took off his shades as soon as he got inside the house. He greeted Bucky with a fist bump, and politely shook your hand.

But his girlfriend.

Oh, she was your new favorite person in the whole wide world.

Nera Yang, or “Ira” as all her friends and family had nicknamed her, was a small Hmong bunny hybrid. Half-bunny, half-human. Her ears were actually bunny ears, and she even had a small nose. Her top lip was a little more upturned than everyone else’s. And like Chase and Adela’s kids, she was tanned too.

And Bucky was right about their dynamic. Cause as soon as Jefferson and Anya, along with their two girls came into the house, you saw their exchange in the kitchen.

"I told you we should've bought the drinks!" Came Nera's shriek from said kitchen.

"There are children here, bunny!" Lance's retort made Bucky roll his eyes. You could only stare at the bulky, beefy Minotaur and the much smaller Hmong petite bunny hybrid who were currently engaged in a bickering match in the kitchen.

"Yes. Non-alcoholic drinks. I don't drink. It's not like I can anyway," her hands came to gesture to her belly, which made you look surprised.

"She's pregnant?" You hissed to Bucky in Russian. Nera didn’t look like she was showing. And considering the height difference with Lance, it was laughable. She was tiny! And he was frigging tall. Huge.

Five months," Bucky muttered back to you. "Lance won't shut the fuck up about it. I swear, ever since Chase and Adela have been talkin' about helpin' Justin's girl get pregnant since vampires can't, it's like everyone's gotten damn baby fever around here."

"I wouldn't mind. Having a baby. If they're anything like you, I think I'll manage them just fine." You quipped. Bucky raised an eyebrow at you.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You're boring."

Your cackles following the horrified look on Bucky’s face distracted him from the fact that Grace, Jefferson’s first child with his former ex-wife Priscilla had come over, the little girl tugging you away by the hand.

She ignored Bucky’s pleas for you to come back too.

What could she say?

She was interested in you.

It had become a running gag in the family that Grace interrogated every new potential or already existing partner of her daddy’s cousins. Since Bucky and his cousins were just so darn well-knit together as a family, their kids formed some sort of club.

Said club was waiting in the little room that Chase and Adela had dedicated as Erik and Matilda's little playroom. A huge TV hung on the wall, complete with beanbags and what appeared to be a tea set with little chairs to match. Against the wall were toys in plastic boxes that were currently covered and put away.

“Where’s Auntie and Cassie?” One of the kids wondered. You noticed it was Matilda. The little girl had her hair tied in pigtails now, wearing a baby blue dress with a scoop neckline. The neckline had a lace pattern on it. And like all the rest of the kids, she wasn’t wearing any shoes in the house.

“Uncle Carter and Auntie got busy. So they’re coming later.” Grace answered for her. An affirmative noise coming from Matilda ushered her to carefully sit you down on the beanbag. Being extra extra careful, cause she could smell that you were still recovering.

Dragon senses and all that.

Erik even handed you a can of soda.

“Is this an interrogation? Are you interrogating me?” You asked innocently.

“Oh yes,” nodded Maya. The blonde-haired, half-werewolf, and half-Fae looked utterly serious.

“This is the kindest interrogation I’ve ever been in. You all should be detectives!” You announced.

All of the kids broke out into giggles.

“But back on topic!” Grace declared.

You nodded in her direction with all the seriousness.

“What are your plans for Uncle Jaime?” Grace questioned you.

“My plans for him? Well! I plan to put a nice lil ring on that left ring of his. And I plan to have kids with him. Babies. All the yucky stuff.” You answered her.

“Ewww! But boys have cooties!” cried out Matilda in protest.

“Uh-huh! It’s like Attack of the Cooties!” Maya agreed with her cousin. The brunette girl looked just as horrified.

“Yeah! But! We get another cousin!” Grace added hopefully.

“Can it be a boy?” Erik butted in. “I’m surrounded by girls! There are too many girls!” He wailed in dismay.

You laughed a little. “Well, it won’t be determined until much later. Your uncle and I can’t just choose to have a baby that’s a boy.”

“But…” Erik couldn’t help but whine.

“Tell ya what Erik,’ you got a little close. “If I ever find out I’m pregnant, you’ll be the first to know, okay?”

“Pinky swear?” Erik asked, his eyes wide. He even held out his pinky. You interlocked your own pinky with his, shaking on it.

“You betcha kiddo.”

Later that evening…

Bucky still hadn’t slept.

Something was nagging him in the back of his mind.

You however, oh you were knocked out like a light. Peacefully and softly snoring next to him, you were absolutely living your best life as you slept like a baby.

And he didn’t want to disturb you.

He did not.

But, it still didn’t quell the thoughts in his head.

Deep in his gut, Bucky knew there was something else that you hadn’t told him. Something that disturbed you deep to the core. And he knew he shouldn’t have done what he did, but he did it anyway.

He entered your dreams.

Before all of this, before his new relationship with you, back when you two had only been friends, Bucky had never told you.

All the way back when, in college, he could somehow have access to your dreams. When he had been younger, he didn’t understand how he could have done it. There was no possible way. It was unheard of. Uncommon.

Then, he had done his research.

It is possible for demons and humans to have a bond, Bucky had read once while doing his research in the library.

There, it had stumped him.

A bond? With you? But you were only a simple human!

Knowing what he knew now, it must have been the monster part of you that had been sealed away. Calling out to him. Begging to be noticed.

But in cases such as these, without a transfer of his blood to you, it was nearly impossible for a Bond to form. They weren’t necessarily ruled out as never, but they weren’t common. They were extremely rare.

Bucky had deduced that only a bond between the both of you had made such things like this possible. There was no other way he could go on to explain it. Hell, Bucky had even asked his mother. She had told him while she never knew people like them to have a bond with humans that didn’t require the human to drink their blood, she also said to not toss it aside. Winifred Barnes had advised him to definitely keep it in mind, but keep it as the last option.

The incubus knew of the term “fate” or “destiny” being thrown around, or even “soulmates”.

But neither of those words truly explained his connection to you. It was a connection that even he could not be able to describe fully in words.

You made him feel alive.

You made him feel like there was a meaning to his existence. That he was more than what he was.

Every day when you’d look at him, make a snide remark or comment, or give him the smallest touches, it stumped him. He would truly be at a loss for words. He was amazed, that you wanted to be with someone like him. He was amazed, that someone like you loved him with all you could give.

Words couldn’t explain.

Bucky had never believed in God, especially when he had gone to the St. Patrick’s Cathedral with you on that very Halloween night.

Okay, maybe he believed in God just a little bit.

You certainly looked like an angel that night. He knew that much.

But, back to your dreams.

Bucky fell down into your dreamscape.

For a split second, he didn’t know where he was.

… until the landscape around him began to change. It swirled around him like a whirlpool, before it had created your dream.

He was back at the apartment that he shared with you.

Dream You were standing near the door. He saw Dream You lock the door behind him, tossing your apartment keys in the ceramic plate that was on the little table near the door. Dream You also put your purse on the little hanger on the wooden rack that was hammered into the wall too.

And as soon as you fished out your text and shot him the text signifying that you had gotten home, you looked up from your phone quickly. Locking your phone, Dream You slipped it into your back pocket before you started to walk to the living room.

Just as you walked to the side of the couch, Bucky saw Dream You get attacked by something from behind. It smacked you right in the back of Dream You’s head.

Dream You let out a cry of surprise.

Dream You also let out a gasp as you suddenly fell onto the hardwood floor face first. He saw Dream You let out a grunt as you desperately crawled away from your attacker.

Worst of all, Bucky knew that he couldn’t do anything.

This was your dream. You had full control of your dreams. He could influence dreams and nightmares alike, but this was different. This was you reliving it. He needed to see it. He needed to see everything.

As Bucky stood in the corner, he saw that your ex wasn’t doing anything. When Helmut had told him how your ex had wasted no time in entrapping and kidnapping his victims, it had struck him as odd, how he just had stood there, watching you desperately cough and crawl away like a helpless animal.

All of a sudden, it dawned on him.

It dawned on him when your ex grabbed you by your ankles as Dream You screamed, clawing at the hardwood floors beneath you to try and not be dragged off.

Just seeing you being helplessly dragged off and screaming made Bucky want to vomit.

It made him sick to his stomach.

And just as that horrible sinking feeling had consumed him, you had turned your head around and your foot shot up, kicking your ex right in the knees.

An amazed look appeared on Bucky’s face as he saw your Dream Ex let out a surprised shout of pain, and you scrambled to get to your feet, going down the hall as quickly as you possibly could. Groaning and holding your head as you did so.

However, it was not enough.

You were not quick enough.

Because your Dream Ex immediately got up again, lunging for Dream You.

This time, however— Dream You was ready.

He caught it with his own two eyes.

Your chipped nails. They were getting a little long, so they had begun to chip. You kicked and screamed while your nails scratched at his face, one of your fingernails getting into his eye socket.

And he saw Dream You scratch at it. As hard as you could.

Bucky felt a huge immense of pride rush through him as a smirk fitted its way onto his face, seeing how your Dream Ex bellowed loudly in pain, and that had been enough for Dream You to manage to kick your Dream Ex off of you, before you got up with all the remaining strength you could muster.

Just when Bucky thought that your Dream Ex had finally decided to step down and call it a night, he got right back up, struggling a bit as he did so, and was coming for you again, just as you managed to stumble right down the hallway toward the bedroom that the two of you shared.

Dream You seemed to figure this out pretty quickly as Dream You whipped her head back.

“No!”

It had been the first word that he had heard you scream.

Just as you screamed out that one fatal word, the pipes in the bathroom exploded.

Water rushed out as it rose up. Probably as high as you. Nevertheless, it rose up and it shot right in your Dream Ex’s direction.

Smacking him right in the face, Bucky saw him scream and shout in pain as the water hissed. Scalding his skin and sending him right onto the floor. Right where he had found him.

He saw Dream You stand for a few more seconds before Dream You had crumbled to the floor, collapsing in the water sideways. Right where he had found you.

And then Bucky bounced.

You awoke with a sob. Almost immediately, you began to cry. Weep.

You sobbed while being embraced in his arms, looking visibly shaken.

“He’s still out there,” were your words through your sobs. “He’s still out there… even if he’s locked up… he’s still out there…”

He had never seen you as distraught as this before. Not until a few months ago, when everything had hit the nail on the head.

You looked so vulnerable.

You looked so scared.

“I’m scared, Sasha…” you hiccuped.

“I’m so scared…”

He held you and helped you cry it all out before you fell back asleep again. It seemed, with your sob fest, you had managed to conk yourself out.

Because when you had finished whispering your fears to him and fell back asleep, Bucky’s phone rang.

Upon checking the caller ID, he saw that it read Helmut Zemo.

Slowly and as silently as he possibly could, Bucky got out of bed and picked up his phone off of the table where he had been charging it.

Seeing that his battery percentage read one-hundred percent charged, he took out the plug and answered his phone.

“Hello?”

“James,” came Hemlut’s raspy tone from the other line. It was good that both men were having a discussion in Russian.

Cause this discussion in particular was not one that was going to be public. Nor was it one that was supposed to be heard by common ears.

No. Absolutely not.

“I have found some evidence in your lover’s ex’s phone that might be… interesting for you to know.”

Such words made Bucky pause. He quietly padded out of the guest bedroom where he was staying with you, heading downstairs. He knew for a fact that Yelena was fast asleep.

Heading downstairs, the incubus headed straight for the fire escape.

“Tell me.” his tone had turned soft.

“After your neighbor called the police to check out the rest of your apartment that you shared with your little lady friend…” Helmut began, “And when the police came to arrest your beau’s former lover, they found some incriminating evidence in his phone. Apparently, he was only using one phone. He was not using a burner phone.”

“And, he did not have a password.”

That made Bucky chortle. Opening the fire escape window, he slipped out easily. Gently closing it behind him, he sat on the stairs.

“What a fuckin’ dumbass,” were the only words to come out of his mouth.

Deep chuckling came from Helmut.

“It did not end there, James. When I looked through his phone, I… well. I could not bring myself to look. You must come and see it for yourself.” Helmut sounded testy. Like whatever he saw, or forbade himself to see was something he never wanted to see.

Like earlier, it made Bucky worried.

“Are you still at your office?”

With Bucky and Helmut…

Bucky was going to crush your ex’s phone.

He was going to crush it. Or he was going to throw it against the wall while being consumed by his fury.

He hadn’t even seen the video that your ex had captured but he knew that it wasn’t going to be good.

Deep breaths.

Just like how you told him.

“Take in deep breaths, Sasha. I don’t want to be dragging you out of there. It’s too much work,” Your words rang through his head.

It had been remembering those words that kept him from smashing the ex’s phone.

Clenching his jaw, Bucky’s grip on your ex’s phone did not loosen. It did not lighten. Instead, he grabbed his earbuds and put them in, clicking play on the video to rewatch it again.

The phone seemed to be propped up to the staircase outside.

Already, Bucky could feel that churning feeling in his stomach. And it wasn’t in a good way. Oh no.

This was the night before.

Like when he had found you in the apartment, dread pooled in his stomach again.

In the video was him on top of you, his tail keeping your arms restrained. He watched himself unzip his jeans and pull out his cock. He saw him speaking to you before he slammed it all the way in. Your mouth opened as he watched himself ruthlessly pummel himself into you. Fucking you until your mouth opened.

He knew. He had fucked you until you had screamed.

Even though there was no sound, it was odd. He felt like a voyeur, even if he knew it was just him and you.

It felt wrong.

All of this felt wrong.

Done with the video, he paused it and took out the earbuds from his ears.

“What did it contain, James?” Helmut asked him.

Bucky swallowed harshly. “A sex tape. He recorded us having sex.” Was his only reply.

Helmut Zemo felt sick to his stomach.

Of course, Helmut was not a good man. He fully would admit that.

But this?

To stoop this low?

To this atrocity?

Absolutely not.

“It explains why he attacked her the next night. Seeing me fuck her must have been the tipping point. She told me he never tried to make a move on her when they were dating. Must have been a bittersweet moment for him. He finally saw what it took to satisfy a woman.”

Helmut couldn’t help himself.

Letting out a loud snort, he missed the smug look on Bucky’s face.

However, deep inside of him, deep anger was brewing. Just remembering that you were peacefully sleeping alone made the glaring fact in front of him become all that clearer.

He theorized that this video must have been recorded in a fit of anger, but also blackmail for you. If you had been successfully kidnapped by him, Bucky realized that he might have used this video against you. To keep you in line. To keep you as far away from him as possible.

Now, now he really wished he could have crushed your ex’s phone.

“Do you think she’ll want to press charges?” Helmut asked him. To which Bucky shook his head no.

“No,” he answered him shortly. “She just… wants to be as far away from him as possible. I’m sure someone else will want to press charges, but I don’t think she will. But most murder cases end up being murder trails anyway, don’t they?”

“They do,” agreed Helmut. “Especially if it guarantees that he’ll be locked up for life.”

A groan came from Bucky.

“Where I’m from, we didn’t have to deal with this shit,” he grumbled. “They’d be given a punishment and that would be it. None of this trial crap.”

It got him to thinking.

It got him to think thoughts that no sane person would have ever thought to be possible.

Not from someone who wasn’t him, anyway.

“Go home, Helmut. I’ll take care of it.”

A raised eyebrow came from the other man. Or, werewolf in this case.

“Are you sure?”

Was he sure? Was he sure of what he was about to do?

You flashed before his eyes.

It had cemented his decision.

For you, he would do anything.

“Positive.”

“You know James if I wasn’t as enraged as you, I probably would’ve kicked you out already.”

Bucky just let out a very loud snort.

Said snort, he was reprimanded for because it was pretty loud.

Sheriff of the Metropolitan Correctional Center, Lee Bodecker gave his younger cousin a much unsavory look.

The chubby Orc didn’t look amused, unlike the incubus who was smirking at him.

Bucky really needed to stop spending time with Lance.

Lee swore to himself that the younger Minotaur really was a bad influence on him.

Or maybe it was because of your influence? Being married, he understood the feeling. He was married to a Nymph that had been involved in a sexual assault case with a preacher of a small church. Before a previous victim had taken the matters into her own hands and murdered the preacher himself, his wife had shot at the preacher in an effort to leave her alone. Because his wife, who he had just recently married at the time, had been the next target.

So when Lenora, a previous victim and a personal friend of his wife had taken matters into her own hands and murdered the preacher at gunpoint, the scandal had broken out. Luckily, due to good lawyers, Lenora had not been sent to jail. But she no longer attended church as a result.

In situations like these, Lee could understand what Bucky was about to do.

If the roles had been reversed and it had been him and his babydoll, then Lee probably would have done the same thing in a heartbeat.

Which was why he was allowing him to do this.

“You memorized the map?” he asked.

“Yeah,” was Bucky’s rough response.

“Remember which exit to take. Get in and out as quickly as possible. By the way, are you and your girlfriend free next Friday? Babydoll’s been askin’ if we should have a get-together. Since she and I missed the last one.” Lee said.

“I’ll make sure to ask,” Bucky gave him a nod.

Once he actually got inside the building, he did a mental map. He recounted all of the exits.

Not that he would need them, per se.

But he memorized them. He remembered them.

Just in case.

Concentrating, he focused before he found himself in the cell.

Unlike his younger sisters, he hadn’t been spared from the duties of torturing people. To spare his younger sisters the horror of seeing or having to torture people, he had stepped in. To shield them away from the horrors.

When he had gotten his job at Stark Industries, he wanted to use his skills for good. So that his hands would be doing a good service, instead of being stained with the screams and blood.

He tried. He tried. He tried so hard to try and be good. To have some hope that he wouldn’t have to kill another person.

But, here he was.

Red eyes watching as your ex slowly woke up. As if he knew that Bucky was there.

It wasn’t like the movies, where he woke up quickly. No. Your boyfriend just watched him lazily. Watching as your ex got up in a pathetic way of trying to protect himself.

His eyes were perfectly situated to see in the dark. He was a demon, after all. So it didn’t surprise him to see the scalds you had done on him, still there. Not as noticeable or as evident as before.

Still there nonetheless.

When he moved to strike, it was as if the ex hadn’t seen it coming.

All he could see were red eyes.

There was a thrill that thrummed in between his fingers when Bucky had landed his first blow on his stomach. He saw how the man’s breath had been knocked out of his lungs for a second.

Hit by hit, Bucky struck. Again and again.

He didn’t stop.

The dark-haired demon felt like he was possessed by something. As he delivered the blows, he swore he saw red.

He didn’t really know when he stopped hitting your sorry excuse of an ex.

Maybe when he knew that the other man had stopped fighting back. When he stopped moving. When he knew that the man was limp as a flimsy noodle.

That was when Bucky got up, focusing on using the shadows to get him out of there as quickly as possible.

When he reappeared right where he wanted to be in Yelena’s living room, he noticed the entire apartment was still silent. A quick walk-in through the hallway and checking on Yelena, seeing that the blonde-haired naga was still asleep, he went into the guest bedroom. Where you were still peacefully sleeping away, unaware of what he just did.

Far too deep into your dreamland, Bucky crawled back into bed with you.

“You’re my entire world,” he whispered into your ear.

“I love you so much.”

Somehow, someway, he saw the curves of your lips upturning into a smile.

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