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olath124 · 1 month ago

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Since you are in the maniac phase and write with lightning speed I give you two for two. Special offer!! Only limited stock KEK (if it doesn't work for one of them you can switch the prompts ofc)

For Pic-ass-o:

#3 trusted + #15 trembling hands

For the sweet summer child:

#13 too loud + #24 tender

Yes. Because I write down everything that my brain farts without thinking twice. Is it good? Is it not? Who cares! Also, I don’t write 6000 words for a short story from a prompt… That helps too!

They all are little snippets from the Happy!AU we’re rambling about because comfort, cheesy food is good for the soul.

For Pic-ass-o or Elroy

So you think Elroy is a good guy? Here you are.

#3 trusted

“I trusted you.” Kurt walks forward and back in a straight line, “I asked you to find her. And not only you hid her from me. You are telling me that she was with that fucking psychopath and you left her there?”

Elroy is sitting comfortably on the couch. The lights of the Black Sapphire reflect on the golden cyberware on his cheeks with a sparkle.

“Kurt,” his hands resting on his knee, a calm and low voice, “Violet didn't want you to find her. And I assure you that, if she had been in any real danger, I would have brought her here immediately”.

“A fucking cyberpsycho, Elroy!” Kurt screams to him, “Do you know what he has done to Aon?”

Elroy closes his eyes and takes a deep breath:

“She has always been perfectly safe. I've got Vlad under control. She is even easier to play”.

“Elroy,” Kurt turns to observe him with a cold gaze, “her life is not a game”.

Elroy starts laughing, throwing his head back:

“Oh, my dear friend!” He exclaims as his expression turns suddenly serious, “everything is a game”.

#15 trembling hands

The light is dim in the studio. Gray walls, covered with paintings and graffiti, half-finished metal structures.

Elroy stands in front of an ample table.

Sheets of paper, charcoal, pencils, and brushes scattered on top of it.

He taps his foot nervously on the cement pavement, observing the sheets behind him with a dark stare. His arms are crossed.

The image, composed of different sheets of layered paper, is not what he wanted. Not at all.

He takes a deep breath, placing his hands on the table to sustain herself.

His eyes fall on his finger, trembling against the paper.

“Fuck.” He grumbles.

He closes his fists, crumpling the sheets.

Then starts to rip them apart.

One after the other.

Shreds of paper on the table and on the floor.

It lasts a few minutes, then he leans over the empty table, breathing deeply.

“Ok. Recommençons…”

For the sweet summer child or Violet.

It’s gonna be a longer one with the two prompts smashed together because they fit too well as two consequential parts of a little story. And Boro… you knew what you were doing with those two prompts! It's not my fault if Vlad got in uninvited. And btw... I feel you, Aon.

#13 too loud + #24 tender

With a little pic because I couldn't restrain myself...

“Try it. It will help you exercise patience”.

That’s what Elroy said to Vlad while giving him the old typing machine. At the time he wasn’t completely convinced even about the writing idea. And to use something so old, mechanical, and noisy, while he could simply think and write everything down in a heartbeat…

It seemed stupid. It was stupid, and Elroy probably knew it.

But about one thing he was right.

It helped him exercise patience. It helped him think more clearly and choose the right words. When they were down on the piece of paper, they were there to stay. So every word was pondered over and carefully chosen before he even laid his finger on the keyboard.

And the clang of metal against the metal keys, the thud of the hammers on the piece of paper, usually made a symphony that he found soothing.

Not that day, though.

Vlad had some of those, now and then.

Where the words didn’t come out.

And when they came out they felt wrong.

And the symphony morphing into a cacophony of hard noises played in sync with the voices in his head.

They didn’t talk as often as they used to.

But when they did, they were loud.

Too loud to bear.

You're just wasting your time. You should have simply killed Aon. Get back to SovOil. Resume your career. You could have had something for yourself. Something worth it.

He drops his head back, resting on the leather armchair.

But no. Keep playing around here, enabled by your little friends.

His fingers pressing the bridge of his nose.

One day you'll snap.

One day you'll kill him.

One day you'll kill all of them.

He shuts his eyes closed, a vein pulsing on his eyebrow.

And you know what?

Better sooner than later.

They are turning you into a weakling.

“Enough”. Vlad growls, yanking the piece of paper out of the writing machine and ripping it to shreds. He stands up abruptly and starts to walk frantically around the enormous estate.

No one in the kitchen.

No one in the dining room.

No one in the piano room.

Nor the library or any other place in that maze of a house.

At least not who he's looking for.

He takes a few steps outside, on the porch, letting the sun's rays warm up his cold Realskinn.

And there she is. Sitting on the lounge couch, her white dress contrasted with the dark red fabric.

Oh, of course.

Run to her, little frightened boy.

How long do you think it will last?

How long will she put up with you?

How long until you snap and she will turn into another lifeless body?

She raises her eyes from the book in her hands, smiling at him.

“Violet…” his voice is tired as he falls on the couch next to her, “sing to me. I can't even hear myself”.

A worried line appears between her eyebrows:

“Come, lie down,” she says placing the book on its open pages on the other side of the couch.

“Roy will kill you for that…” he mutters resting his head on her lap.

She chuckles, her fingers slowly passing through his hair:

“Let's add it to the thousand reasons why he'd kill me”.

She clears her voice and curls up over him, her loose hair tickling his face.

He smiles, turning his face against her and focusing on her voice.

An old French song whispered in his ear:

“Quand tu es près de moi…” she probably doesn't even know the meaning of the words. Simply something she has repeated again and again, parroting Elroy as a kid:

“...Cette chambre n'a plus de parois mais des arbres oui, des arbres infinis…”

But it doesn't matter. What matters is her voice. A low tune, only for him and her. A thread he can follow to get out of himself:

“...Et quand tu es tellement près de moi, c'est comme si ce plafond-là, il n'existait plus…”

He breathes in deeply, grabbing her waist with a tight grip and pressing his face against her stomach.

Her voice flinches for a second, but she keeps singing:

“Je vois le ciel penché sur nous qui restons ainsi abandonnés, tout comme si il n'y avait plus rien… non plus rien d'autre au monde…”

The contracted lines on his face relax. His breath slows down, and the arch of his shoulders softens. The grip on her waist turns into a tender caress:

“...Et j'entends l'harmonica, mais on dirait un orgue qui chante… pour toi et pour moi, là-haut dans le ciel infini… Et pour toi, et po…”

“Is she singing you a lullaby, baby girl?”

They didn't notice Aon's light steps approaching them. She stops in front of them with an amused expression on her face.

Violet raises her head to watch her as Vlad turns with an annoyed expression, quickly sitting up:

“I really… really regret inviting you here”.

“You didn't, lullaby boy. Elroy did”.

“It's not a lullaby.” He quickly comments.

Violet chuckles:

“It's just a song…” turning to watch him, leaning on his shoulder, “and I love singing for him”.

He turns to watch her, a smile that softens his features:

“I love it too”.

Aon rolls her eyes to the sky:

“Damn, I'm gonna puke”.

#v is for violet #oc: violet #oc: elroy vincennes #otp: dead inside #oc: vlad volkov #oc: aon #brotp: wine moms #thank you Boro for always lending me your fellas #i love them so much!!!#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk #my v #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #fanfiction

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queenoftheworldisdead · 3 years ago

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All apologies

Note: This is a gift i wrote for @sapphirescrolls . Thank you so much @whisperlullaby for taking time to beta.

Summary: Bucky can't say sorry enough

Warning: 18 + Only, breeding kink, non-con, restraints, choking, female receiving oral non consent , false imprisonment, rape

Dark Bucky Barnes x Black Reader

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You never ventured on this side of town. Everything was always too pricey, but when your coworker informed you of an upcoming sale, at an upscale boutique, your interest was piqued.

When you arrived it was still too early for the shops to be open, and aside from the neighboring cafe there were barely many people out. You wanted to get a head start on your bargain hunting so you slipped in to the cafe kill time before your excursion.

The prices on the menu were ridiculously overpriced, but you expected as much from this side of town.

At the back of the line you looked over the chalkboard menu on the wall. The glint from a man's pocketed wrist distracted you, and as you squinted at him, a nagging since of familiarity gnawed at you, but you couldn't pinpoint from where.

Then it struck you, the band was far too wide to be a watch, it was a metallic prosthetic. You slowly put the pieces together when you realized it. Sargent James 'Bucky' Barnes, a.k.a The Winter Soldier.

You couldn't believe an Avenger was here buying coffee like an average Joe. No one else seemed to pick up on that fact aside from you. *Maybe because he was dressed in a suit and shades helped hide his identity.* Or maybe because he was no longer apart of the Avengers, the group had changed and expanded over the years since his departure, but you remembered him.

You also remembered reading an article online that said paparazzi pics of Avengers were worth a pretty penny. As slyly as you could you sneakily pulled out your phone and angled your camera, snapping a few shots of the unwitting ex Avenger when he turned to get his order.

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You were able to sneak in a few more shots before he left the cafe. Though when you checked the camera roll you were disappointed to find most of the shots were blurry and others unrecognizable. You sighed at your wasted efforts and pocketed your phone before slipping into the first boutique with a fancy French name.

The 90s Euro techno played loudly over the speakers as you sifted through the sales rack. From the looks of things you doubted you would ever be back to this side of town, but you held out hope that the next few stores would contain better finds. Nothing was really your style, but you picked a few garments nonetheless to try on. By the time you made your way to the dressing room more people were starting to roam around. You walked into the first open compartment and placed the garments down on the stool in the corner, hanging your purse on a hook.

You had barely started to unzip your pants when a knock came on the door.

"Occupied!" You shouted while rolling down your pants, but that warning didn't deter whomever stood beyond the door.

"Occupied!" You shouted louder.

Over the blaring music you heard the faint sound of the latch popping open. You froze staring at the icy blue eyes glaring back at you from the mirror.

*Bucky?*

Your blood ran cold as you spun awkwardly. He rushed you in a flash, his metal digits wrapping around your throat, suffocating your screams. The mirror splintered across your back as he stared deep into your soul.

He was going to kill you, you were sure of it.

"Who do you work for," Bucky growled, but you couldn't answer even if you wanted to. You needed air fast, everything was starting to spot and go dark. Bucky eyed your purse before releasing you.

"Who hired you," he barked ripping your purse from the wall. Coughing, and gulping for air, you stayed glued to the broken mirror as he tore your purse apart. All of your belongings scattered, raining on the floor. Helplessly you watched as Bucky sifted through your things until he found your phone.

"I-I'm s-sorry I'm so sorry. I'll delete it I-i ss-swear" you stuttered out while crying. This man was a professional assassin, he could kill you and hide your body without anyone in the store noticing.

"Please don't kill me," you sobbed out. He stopped going through your phone, you watched as his eyes slowly began to soften. You heard him curse under his breath as he looked down at you.

"You're not an agent, are you?"

"No," you whimpered shakily. Reading the distress on your face he took a few steps back, the reprieve doing nothing to dissuade your distress. You were shaking from fear and sobbing uncontrollably.

"Stay right here doll," he urged before darting away. Once he was out of sight your legs gave out and you crumbled to the floor. You cupped your hands over your mouth and tried to control your sobbing.

When he returned you tensed up and pressed your back against the mirror again.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said crouching down at the entrance of the door. Was he going to suffocate you with the plastic bag, then throw your body in a ditch somewhere? Oh god why did you take those stupid pictures? "I'm incredibly sorry. Here let me," he said slowly picking up your things and placing them in the bag.

"I'm sorry doll. Shit. I'm still not used to the celebrity of being an Avenger ex or otherwise. I saw what you did at the cafe and I jumped to conclusions," he explained.

Taking a deep breath you tried to calm down. *You were the one in the wrong, right?* There were countless movies depicting what he had gone through. The life of the Avengers were dangerous, and full of espionage. *Why would he think you weren't some enemy combatant?*

When Bucky finished he reached out the bag for you to take. His metal handle looked shinier in the dressing room lights, but still very intimidating.

"Thank you," you willed yourself to take it, still trembling uncontrollably.

"I can’t apologize enough for what I did..." he said lifting a piece of the tatter bag. "And I ruined your bag. Let me replace it. There's a purse store right next door." Bucky explained, thumbing behind him, while staying eye level with you.

"Oh uh no tha-"

"Please," he pleaded.

"OK"

He smiled at you softly before reaching his hand out to help you up. You timidly took it, rising with him to your feet with his help. You said nothing as he held your hand firmly, walking with you out of the store. Everything was still such a shock, it felt as if you were watching everything happen. For all you knew he could be taking you to a place to murder you more easily, yet you let him pull you along.

👜

You were a bit relieved when Bucky pulled you into Hermes and not some alleyway. Bucky's debonair looks brought instant attention as soon as you both walked in the door. You wondered if you looked as bad as you felt, so you subtly wiped away tears and fixed your attire as he guided you. The walls were filled with purses in every color and size imaginable. You had only ever dreamed of having something like this.

"These bags are way too much" you whispered as he released you. "My purse didn't cost anywhere close to these things."

"With what I put you through, this is the least I could do. So please pick one." He insisted, pushing your lower back and forcing you to move.

You understood he was trying to make amends, but this felt wrong. You narrowed your eyes at him still unsure before gravitating over to your favorite color and size. You held the one you liked in your hand and felt the quality of the leather, your old purse paled in comparison.

"I know this might be out of line...but can I please have your number?" He asked casually as he approached you from behind. You felt the hairs on your neck shift and your heart race. You didn't know if it was the request or his uncomfortable closeness that put you on edge. "I would just sleep easier if I could call and check in on you. Just to make sure you’re OK. I still feel guilty," he explained while whispering into the shell of your ear.

"I uh... s-sure"

👜

It felt so unreal. You sat in your living room and stared at the purse. No one would believe it was real, and you highly doubted they would believe you if you told them who bought it. *Oh girl where did you get your purse? Oh you know the Winter Soldier almost murdered me in a dressing room, literally scaring the piss out of me. So to apologize he bought me a designer bag.*

*Ridiculous.*

A knock came at your door the same time your phone rang, both making you jump. The purse wasn't the only thing he left you with. The whole incident made you a little more jumpy than usual.

The knock came again, but you weren't expecting company or a package so you ignored it. Instead you fished out your phone first, if it was someone you knew then it was probably them calling you.

Bucky's name read across your phone's screen. He did say he would call to check on you, but you expected to be more of an empty gesture. *Maybe he still felt bad for what happened?* Though the purse was more than enough in regards to apologies.

"Hey doll you made it home safe?"

"Uh yeah sure did.. Um... Bucky I feel really guilty about the purse. I think you should take it back," you confessed over the phone. You loved it, but this wasn't right. You had second and third thoughts when he slipped the teller his credit card, but he insisted, even tearing apart the receipt for good measure.

"Nonsense, for what I put you through? It's the least I can do Doll."

"Do you need to get that?" Bucky inquired after another knock. You weren't surprised that he could hear what was happening around you. He was a super soldier after all and there was no telling what other super powers he had.

"No, I don't answer the door to people I don't know."

"I think you should," Bucky urged, but you let his comment hang there. "You'll be fine doll answer it," he reassured. Your brows knitted while you debated listening to him. *How would he know it was safe? Super soldier intuition?*

Reluctantly you walked to the door and peered through the peephole. Your blood ran cold in an instant. It was him. *How did he know where you lived? Had he followed you from the plaza?*

You stared at the door knob and debated before cautiously opening it. *He was a superhero and Avengers only hurt bad guys this is fine. Right?*

"Do you like them?" He asked as you stood stunned.

"I wasn't sure what you liked, but you can’t go wrong with roses." He stated cheerfully.

"Um.. they’re ... really beautiful." You tried to hide the discomfort on your face with a smile. "But how-"

"Do you have anywhere you would like me to put them?" Bucky interrupted.

"Oh um-mm just on the kitchen table." You motioned for him to come in reluctantly, the fragrant scent enveloping your nose as he passed. The massive bouquet was wider than your entryway, its beautiful presence didn't dissolve the concern that bit at the back of your mind. You tried to shrug it off. *He was a superhero so finding your address was probably a cake walk.*

"Steve reminded me that the proper way to apologize to a dame was with flowers." He remarked placing them down on the marble counter.

*Steve? As in Steve Rogers captain America.*

"He nearly put me on my ass when i told him what I did," he chuckled, you tried to laugh too, but it came out forced and strained. You couldn't help how uncomfortable you felt, he had showed up unannounced and the dressing room incident was still fresh on your mind. Even if he was a superhero and apologetic he had violated your privacy repeatedly.

"Something smells nice," he stated taking in a wiff.

"Oh.. it's just left over peach cobbler. I'm heating up some as a snack. Would you like some?" It was empty gesture, you only offered out of courtesy.

"If you don't mind," he smiled. Your heart fluttered at his beautiful grin. Despite your reluctance to have him here he was still painfully attractive.

You set out plates and utensils as the cobbler continued to heat in the oven. You felt his eyes follow you around the kitchen and tried to repeatedly remind yourself that superhero's only hurt bad people.

"Um milk or water. I think I might even have a bud light in the back of the fridge," you offer up grudgingly.

"Milk's fine."

You smiled a bit awkwardly before spinning off to get two glasses and the drinks.

"Did you bake it yourself?" He asked as you poured the milk.

"Uh...huh family recipe."

A ding came from the oven saving you from the awkward conversation. You excused yourself and grabbed your mitts to pull out the pie.

You placed the half eaten pie on the cooling tray on the table. You moved to grab the cutter, but Bucky beat you to it. The slicer wasn't as sharp as your other knives, but the sight of him with it in his hands made you uneasy.

You can hear your heart beat through your ears as you watched him stand and come closer. "Allow me," he smiled at you softly.

"W-would you like a scoop of vanilla?" You stuttered out still watching him carefully.

"If you are I guess I will too. Don't want to be too much of a bother."

👜

The warmth and sweetness melted in your mouth, but your concern still nipped at you. *Why did he care so much? Surely begin a super hero he had done worse.* You had seen countless photos of property damage. *Did all those people get the same treatment?*

"Is there something wrong doll?" He asked after a long stretch of silence.

"Bucky I think you've apologized more than enough." You stressed while covering your mouth still chewing.

"I know.... but I still feel awful for what I did," he explained sincerely.

"I know Bucky... but it's fine. I'm fine... I really appreciate your concern, but--"

"I've got one more surprise for you," Bucky interrupted.

"Oh no you've done too much. It's not like you wrecked my car or anything. I just got a little startled in a dressing room," You chuckled half joking.

Bucky pulled something from his pocket and sat it next to your plate. The tiny box looked funny with its large floppy bow, the satin on top wilted presumably from being cramped in his pocket.

"I know, I know, but this is the last one. Go on open it," he urged. Picking up the box reluctantly you pulled at the ribbon, it fell to the sides of the box.

"Wh-what is this" you stutter out very confused. It couldn't be what you thought, but the sight of the large diamond sat on the shiny band had you reeling.

"It’s a promise ring" he said crouching down on one knee before you. He studied your wide eyed confusion. "I promise to keep you safe."

*If that was a promise ring, what the fuck would an engagement ring look like?*

"I don't understand," You frowned at him concerned by the newest lavish gift.

"I realized today how dangerous it is for dames these days," he said taking the box back and picking the ring out. You shifted in your seat when he moved and got down a knee before you.

Your body stiffened when Bucky took your hand, placing the ring on it slowly. It fit so perfectly. *How? Why?* This all couldn't have accumulated just from the incident in the dressing room or a quick search on your social media page. "Do you know how many guys watched you at the cafe?"

Your skin prickled at the question.

"In the Boutique? Your car? Even with me there, I caught those eyes. Did you?" He professed kissing your hand with each question.

"Bucky...."

"I followed you easily. What if I wanted to hurt you? You don't have to be scared of me doll," he tried to reassure you as he brought your hand to his lips, kissing it tenderly.

His remarks might have been meant to be well intentioned, but it missed the mark completely. He didn't think you were a spy like he claimed in the dressing room. He had been stalking you.

You elbowed your glass and at the sound of the glass breaking against the floor he released you to your relief.

"Oh gosh," you feigned surprise at the shattering glass. Quickly, you shot up and moved to get your broom. A prop you could use to make space and keep distance. Pretend to clean and maybe he will get the hint and leave when you don't put the broom down.

"It’s OK I got it." Bucky took the broom from your hand, waving you off when you tried to stop him as he started to clean. "I don't know what you have planned tonight, but maybe we can go out and catch a movie," he suggested sweeping up the broken glass.

*Shit.*

"Umm... can you.. excuse me? I need to use the bathroom." You ignored his question and took off to your room. *You just needed to stop being a coward and speak your mind. Tell him thank you for his concern, but you wanted to be alone right now. Why was that so hard?*

Once inside you stared at the massive diamond on your hand. From the weight and shine you could tell it was real.

You took off the ring and placed it on the sink's counter top. If anyone saw you with it they would presume you'd gotten engaged. It was a lovely sentiment, but it should go to someone else along with the purse. It felt like he was using you as a surrogate for every indiscretion he had ever committed.

A knock came on the door startling you. "You OK in there doll?"

You could've sworn you locked your bedroom door. *Had he unlocked it?*

"Yeah" you staved off the distress in your voice, but you were sure you weren't convincing. Thankfully you could see this door was indeed locked, but his presence still had your heart racing. *Get it together just tell him the truth. He is a superhero he will understand.*

"Um I'm really tired.. it's been a long day." You hinted as you shouted through the door.

"Open up doll I'm getting worried out here." he sounded less concern and more stern as he jiggled the door handle again. You yelped when he banged on the door.

You jumped at the knob when it started to turn, somehow he unlocked it. You were able to lock it again, but his banging violently rattled the door.

"Unlock the door doll," he demanded.

"Bucky... please," you pleaded after pressing your weight against the door to stop the rattling, but his opposition didn't stop. "Just leave."

You stumbled forward when the door burst open. The scenery blurred as you descended to the floor. Everything hurt, you hissed at your bruised knees and tender elbows.

"Shit... Did I hurt--" Bucky’s concern fizzled out and you knew why, he saw the discarded ring. You spun around to face him, inching backwards until you hit the glass wall of the shower. You stared up at him as he stared down at you. You were trapped just like before in the dressing room.

"Why aren't you wearing my ring? Is it too small? I can get it resized." He stated, picking up the ring from the sink.

"I don't want it," you hissed sore and upset with his intrusion.

"Doll don't worry about the cost, I'd pay anything for you." He confessed seemingly oblivious to your feelings. *How could he not understand what he was doing wasn't right?*

You swallowed thickly and chose your words carefully. "Bucky... It’s late.. please go." You say politely as you could.

"You’re scaring me.. please.." you confess honestly.

He crouched down as you pulled your knees to your chest. You felt yourself start to shake as his closeness made you stressed.

"Please don't be scared of me," he sounded almost heartbroken. Your eyes followed Bucky's hand as it came close to your face. You turned away, squeezing your eyes shut unable to bear his closeness. Tears were already starting to bubble over, trailing down your cheek. You flinched as he framed your jaw, turning it to face him with ease. His thumb wiped a way tears, the brush of cold metal sending chills down your spine. "I won't hurt you. I'm not a monster anymore." Bucky whispered as he slid his hand from your face, resting at the base of your neck.

"Look at me," he asked softly, but it still sounded more like a command. When you refused again you felt a warning squeeze on your neck. "Look at me."

You felt his hand fall away and felt his presence dissipate, but dread still lingered.

"Fine then I'll force you to look at me."

The sudden pull at your ankle landed you flat on your back. You kicked and screamed as he began to drag you away. You twisted and turned trying to grab a hold of anything you could, your nails slid across the linoleum and then hardwood of the master bedroom.

"No! No please!" You screeched, frantically kicking at him as you struggled to get away.

He stopped at the base of your bed and pulled something from his pocket. You swiped at him when he got close, but he just chuckled and snatched your wrist.

"Please Bucky," you whined with your cheek pressed to the floor. His body clouded over you, pinning you down to the floor. You whined in pain as he bent your arm forcing you on your side. He stretched your arm uncomfortably behind you, before taking the other.

👜

Your tears pooled on the floor as the ribbon that had daintily encompassed the ring box now wrapped tightly around your wrist. The tingling from loss of circulation worsened when he kicked you over on your back. You don't know what he had planned, maybe there was a way to get out of this before it was too late.

"Bucky you’re right!" you said desperately. "You’re right I-i want to see you. I want to see you. I-i I just didn't want to take advantage of you. The ring was just so gorgeous I didn't want to get it wet." You vomited out words he might've wanted to hear.

Bucky narrowed his gaze down at you curiously. Your heart bashed in your chest as you tried to think of more things to say. "Let me get to know you," you looked up at him pleadingly.

"You really liked it?" He cocked a brow at you suspiciously. You shake your head frantically 'YES'. Bucky hoisted you up onto your feet, but you were disheartened when he didn't untie you. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing your bodies together and you instantly felt his need.

"Like I said you never have to worry about price, Doll. I don't mind spending every penny on you," he confessed hugging you tenderly. You tried not to tense as his hands hovered over your ass while he swayed you in his arms.

"Let's go out. Like you said a movie," you smiled at him endearingly, hopeful that he would untie you.

Bucky looked at you seductively, swiping at his bottom lip with his tongue as he considered your proposal.

"I kinda wanna stay in with my best gal." He leaned in close whispering over your lips, pressing his forehead against yours. He kissed you softly without warning. You tried to hold your lips tightly together, but failed when you gasped after he pinched your ass too hard. Your butt ached as he took his chance to invade your mouth.

You kissed him back robotically, praying that if you just complied for a little while longer it would be over soon. He easily snuck his hands past the waist band of your pants. You had chosen clothes today that were easy to change in an out of and now you cursed yourself for it.

Clumsily Bucky walked you backwards, your hip grazed the nightstand as he pushed you up against the wall, crushing your hands behind your back. He wedge himself between your legs, his cock felt threateningly hard. Your anxiety boiled over, you could feel the tears threaten to fall so you tried desperately to blink them away.

"You taste so sweet," Bucky panted pulling away from your lips. He looked too drunk on passion to care for your state of displeasure.

"You do too" you lied as he trailed passionate kisses down your chin and neck.

Bucky greedily sucked on your lips sucking down your whimpers. You felt the pressure at your waist dissipate as he pulled his metal hand away. Your skin prickled as it began to trail you your side, groping your breast. His metal digits snagged on an old hole in the fabric, with one pull he tore the fabric. The collar from the old shirt leaving a slight burn on your neck that made you wince.

"Bucky," you hissed lightly as he pulled your breast free from your bra. Your nipples hardening thanks to the cold Vibranium and his teasing tweaks that made you buck against his crotch. Embarrassed you soaked through your panties and pants leaving a stain on his crotch. You know he felt it, and you just waited for him to throw it in your face.

"Hmmm," you whined at the sharp pain as Bucky latched on to your nipple. The sensation of his mouth on your exposed breast made you squirm. Your wrists felt raw as you fidgeted, trying to break them free.

"You like that doll?" Bucky teased over your breast. The temperature of your room increased as he played with you at his leisure.

You felt his smile on your nipple each time you whimpered from the pain of the sharp bites. It all felt hopeless, even if you got free, what could you do? He would over power you again. Hot tears rolled down your face and into his hair, but he was too distracted to notice.

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A cold wetness remained when he pulled away. The ache from his teeth still resonating, keeping your nipple hard and alert.

"You look beautiful too," he confessed grinding into your wet spot.

Bucky bit into his bottom lip, his gaze burning you as he palmed your ass with his right hand. The weight of his gaze was unbearable,

"Look at me?" He asked when your eyes shut, but you refused. The Vibrianum hand on your breast moved quickly to your throat crushing it.

"Look at me." He demanded squeezing your neck tighter. Tears slipped from your eyes as he forced you to watch him. You followed his eyes as his grip slipped away from your neck, instead now using them to smoothed down your sides before hooking into the waist of your pants and panties.

You squeezed your legs together, but he rolled them down with ease. He let them rest at your feet, leaving your legs locked in the bunched up fabric.

"Spread your legs wide for me doll?" Bucky asked softly, dismissing your distress.

"Please you don't need to do this," you sobbed.

"Be good and open up your legs for me." He cooed.

You clamped your legs together, but Bucky wedged is hands between your thighs, prying them apart. In a delirious act of defiance you kicked as hard as you could at him. The sudden action knocking him off balance enough for you to hobble away. You didn't get far and Bucky put you back into place.

"I know think things are going too fast." He said matter of factly. "But don't worry I don't think your easy."

With your hope of escape squashed he dove in-between your thighs. His beard and hair tickling your skin as you stayed helplessly bound.

Bucky hummed as he tasted you, the sensationsent waves of heat throughout your body. When you tried to close your eyes as shame swallowed you whole, Bucky sucked hard on your bud. He tightened the straining coil in your core making you give in to his wordless demand to look at him. His tongued coated in your slick, curling methodically while you gulped down moans. You began to writhe uncontrollably against his face as you sobbed.

"You’re the sweetest thing I've ever tasted." He confessed as you panted. Your head fell against the wall dizzy from the inferno he set a blaze. Your legs felt like jelly, but Bucky helped you stay standing. His knowing smirk sickened you, you were angry that you were helpless, angry at his violation, and angry with your body’s betrayal.

"Fuck you!" You spat eyes burning with tears.

"Now doll good girls don't talk like that," he tutted rising once again to his feet. His hold on your hips amplified your trembling instead of steadying it.

"You’re a monster I hate you," you bawled. His look of disappointment reminded you just how dangerous he was.

He turned you around slamming you hard into the wall. Your hiss of pain muffled by the hand that snaked around, snatching a hold of your neck like a vice.

"I've apologized countless times and..." he growled as he squeezed your neck. Every effort you gave to beg for mercy got crushed in your throat. "Tried to show you how sorry I am."

He kicked your legs apart when you tried to press them together again. "But I see you want to be a brat and not accept my apology."

Your feeble swipes with your tied up hands barely grazed him. The jingle from his belt buckle and metallic down pull of his zipper had you fighting despite his choke hold on you.

"You've hurt my feelings doll." He spanked your ass hard, the sting pulsing as you choked for air.

You felt his breath on your back as he huffed and settled in behind you. "Please stop! Please! I'm sorry ppplllease." You croaked desperately.

"I know you’re sorry," Bucky feigned sincerity while holding you steady by the hip as your body trembled. "But I want you to show me how sorry you are."

The pain from his slap had hardly dissipated before Bucky buried himself deep inside. He wasted no time fucking you hard into the wall, your cheek felt bruised as it knocked against it.

"I'm sorry," you whined. You felt sorry for taking the picture, sorry for accepting the purse, and sorry for opening the door. But he didn't care for your apology really, he wanted to do what he wanted. You felt the real power of an Avenger as he over powered you.

Bucky grunted loudly like an animal, his hips slapping against your ass violently. You whimpered as your back arched uncomfortably. The choke hold on your neck and the possessive grip on your ass drew out a primal need from your core.

"Fuck!" Your toes curled as he stretched you. The motion of his thrust creating an internal wave that crashed against your walls violently.

"Cum for me and I'll forgive you," he panted out. You were over stuffed with his cock and he knew it. He bullied your cervix, bashing through your insides like a wrecking ball.

Bucky hit a spot deep in your core that made your walls tighten around him instinctively. He praised your hole while shaky breathes escaped as he plunged deeper.

"Come on my cock and show me how sorry you are," his husky voice commanded. "I want you to mark me as yours with your come"

The coil that he painstakingly tightened, finally reached its limits. You cried pathetically unable to hold off climax.

"There you go" he sounded so satisfied as you quivered around him. Bucky fucked you through your climax, his own movements jittery as he neared his own end.

Bucky collapsed over your back while still inside you. You felt his seed leak out as you strained to keep standing with his weight on your back.

"I forgive you Doll."

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#Dark Bucky x Black Reader #Dark!Bucky x Black!Reader #Dark!Bucky x Black Reader #Dark Bucky x Reader #Dark!Bucky x Reader #black writer

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notfeelingthyaster · 4 years ago

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Imagine (inspired by the incomplete fanfic Son of Underworld) (2/5) (Son of Hades! Percy AU)

Check the other parts in the masterpost - read the warnings before proceeding. Good reading!!

After the worse summer, Percy goes home.

Luke's proposal keeps swimming in his head - the blonde is not wrong, but Percy has been scammed before - he remembers once that a "friend" convinced him to be a lookout for him to do something shady at the Dean's Office and then put the blame on him.

And he was blamed - Percy is black, and black kids are never the innocent ones - but now he knows better.

Being a child of the Underworld gods is not that different from being black.

Percy is comfortable with his skin though - his mother is incredible, and most people at Camp are mixed up. Charles is African-American. Selena's father is Muslim, and the Stoll's mother is Jewish (half the reason they are year-rounders). Clarisse's mom is from Nicaragua. Michael Yew has a Brazilian grandma with Japanese heritage.

He isn't friends with most of them - Charles is like a big brother to him and Michael Yew taught him how to shoot an arrow, but Clarisse is at most a good spar partner and nor the Stolls nor Silena care for his company very much.

Percy tells himself that he doesn't care.

He packs his bags - a blue and red backpack and a few surf shirts from the amusement park where he destroyed a pool and made the ground swallow mechanic spiders, both the Minotaurs horns, now fashioned into very cool knives, his Warhammer and his ax slung across his back. The only sweater he has, the one he came here with, the blue one, is warming him up to the chill of autumn.

Chiron asks him if he doesn't want to stay. He touches the willow standing in the furthest shore of the river, the one that marks the barrier of Camp Half-Blood. It used to be Thalia Grace, daughter of Poseidon.

Chiron looks to him with pity. He doesn't need to know that Percy is planning to murder Gabe Ugliano.

Percy goes to do that. He travels, by car. He has enough money - he has money appearing in his pockets all the time now, his father must be truly guilty.

Then he opens the door of his old apartment - but Gabe is not there, in the living room. There's just his mom, on the couch.

His mom

Alive

Percy cries, and they hug, and then they trade stories. She tells him she was asleep in Olympus, and Zeus gave her back when the bolt got to his hands.

He is less angry. But the heavy weight of indignation seats in his stomach.

There's no time for it now: Percy is going back to Yancy Academy - his grades were not bad - and Gabe is now a very charming statue for someone very rich (later, he will discover it was Persephone who bought it).

He tells her everything, safe in her arms, no shirt, no gloves. His mom can touch him everywhere - not even a cell in his body would attack her.

He is so touch starved he keeps sleeping in her bed for a week, and, at night, he cries. Percy has horrible nightmares - he is just twelve and he has killed.

He tells her about his meeting with his father in hushed whispers at an evening where the sky is blue and pink - just how he likes it.

Sally almost goes to the Underworld herself smack sense in her ex-lover, but she knows Persephone would do so for her.

Percy tells her about Luke - not about the Rebellion, lest any gods hear him, but about Luke and Alabaster and Ethan and those kids, alone in a Cabin of rejects.

She says she is going back to college - and that she'll do her best to go see him every weekend at Yancy.

He tells her about his powers. Sally doesn't like the risks but say he should start practicing for his own safety.

They cuddle and Percy clings to his anchor like a lifeline. Percy wants to go to the Underworld again sometime - more to play with Cerberus than to do anything else.

He takes the bus reluctantly - he offers to stay and go to public school, but he knows his chance lays at Yancy.

Percy study Math. He is in seventh grade now - the real Math is here, the financials and calculus and they keep putting him in "Gifted and Advanced" classes for it.

His English still sucks. Biology, for all that should be easy for him, its way too boring - he prefers dead bodies, thank you very much.

He excels at Math and Health&PE (which summer camp took care), passes with acceptable grades in World History, Geography and Social Studies (he nails a project about demographics with some really helpful ghosts), does badly in Science and fails tragically at English and Literature.

They call him a genius - and a genius has areas they specialize in. His grades in math are enough to push him to the eighth grade.

At weekends, when his mother can't come to see him, he locks his dorm and practices his shadow traveling and his powers over the earth and metal manipulation.

His shadow traveling is a mess - once he ends up in Ukraine, and panics trying to come back, just to end up in Wyoming. Again.

Thrice, he manages to reach the underworld. It's winter - Persephone is somewhere down there, but he doesn't want to see his father. He plays with Cerberus when he has some energy - the first two times he just cuddles up with the dog and sleeps a little.

The last time he goes to the Underworld, it's the last day before summer break - he still has not made any contact with his dad, he still doesn't know if he wants to join Luke, he still doesn't know if he wants to go back to CHB.

He goes back to his Mom's house with a hellhound puppy and makes kitten eyes until she lets it stays - if he trains and feeds him and whatnot.

He has dreams about Grover in a bride's dress. It freaks the hell out of him because there's a cyclops in it.

Percy is crossing the street with groceries when he sees a cyclops. He doesn't give the creature a chance to see him - he goes to his room and start packing - it's too dangerous for him, and he can't lose his Mom again.

He cuddles his Mom and the puppy - which he named Blackjack - and calls Chiron.

Chiron is sending Annabeth - apparently, something happened to the borders of the camp.

Percy decides to help, for Annabeth, for Grover, for the small kids at Cabin 9 and 11, and the newbies (there's one, Will Solace, who isn't even eleven yet and he has been there for a year).

He packs his colorful sweaters (rebelling, but in the opposite direction of his father’s aesthetic), put his puppy in a leash (it's bigger than a mastiff now, but all dogs are puppies) and wait for his best friend.

She meets him with an expression of someone who is announcing a funeral - Grover is lost in his searches for Pan.

Percy thinks the little tremor that shook his building it's a good enough hold in his powers, nothing is broken and no one is dead, so it's fine.

He hugs Annabeth and feels warm inside. Health classes covered changes in his body, but he didn't expect to be that quick. Annabeth is taller than him by at least five inches and much prettier.

He picks up his Warhammer and his ax (how does the mist occlude that? do everyone think he is doing cosplay?), throws a duffel bag in his shoulder, his loyal puppy beside him.

"Are you getting into the dark vibe, Corpse Breath?"

"Shut up Annie"

The camp is being attacked - they get a weird taxi thing, pay extra and are given three random locations in the mainland.

Percy doesn't forget the names. There's Agramonte, in Cuba; Okeechobee, in Florida; and Pic La Selle in Haiti.

CHB is being attacked when they get there - by bronze bulls no less. Percy goes to battle with a weapon in each hand, like a war god.

Clarisse does way more damage than him, bashing bull metal skulls left and right like a master. But he kills one of five and does damage to other two.

She claps him in the back - he is glad he has a sweater on, even if it is a horrible shade of brilliant orange.

Charles and him take the weapons to the Forge to correct any damage. Charles hugs him and then starts gushing about Silena.

Charles and Annabeth takes him to see the new Camp Director.

It's Tantalus.

Percy laughs so hard he almost falls down, and Dionysus looks bored - but Percy isn't dumb, he sees mirth in his eyes.

He wants so badly to do a smart comment. He wants to see if his powers can rip a ghost that his father reinstated. He wants to taunt Tantalus.

"What are you laughing about, metic?"

"Nothing, you remind me of someone."

But Percy fends off other questions, and sits at the Cabin 11 table obediently. He wants to startle that man so badly he won't ever sneer at Percy anymore.

He knows just the people for the job. They aren't in any way close, but they all up for mischief. His opportunity comes with the chariot race announced - Percy corners the Stoll Brothers.

"Let me race with you" He starts, and they look surprised by any emotion coming from him in their direction (Percy smiles were reserved for Annie and Grover and Luke and Alabaster and Ethan).

"I want to startle Tantalus and you want victory - I can give you any chariot, if you let me swarm the whole road with skeletons"

The Stolls look at one another, and mentally say something, before doing a random coin toss.

"I'm racing with you" Says Connor.

They mark a time to see the chariot in the next day. They take the whole Cabin 11 with them to prevent attention - Percy is not letting this game go.

Percy gets a chariot directly from the underworld, black obsidian (not Stygian iron, way too rare) and silver, with blue gems that glisten under the sun, a Helm with wings marking its front.

There are four horses pushing it - skeletal horses, incapable of feeling pain or thirst.

It's the first time Percy feels like he belongs - this is a competition, and he is going to win.

Connor and Travis have an array of contraptions and grenades and smoke bombs.

They arrive at the start line at last, for maximum impact. No one is expecting this - they're waiting for Hermes' old chariot, a rickety thing that should be scrap years ago, with any Pegasi they managed to gather in the stables.

They forgot something: Percy exists. It's normal, and Percy it's okay with it in this instance.

The Stymphalian Birds appear - and are countered by his skeletons hitting their spears and swords on their shields. None of them hit him, and the Cabin 11 arrives at first followed by a disgruntled Clarisse after she fought at least 20 skeletons.

Tantalus tries. He really tries to accuse Percy of cheating, but it's pointed out - with approval of Dionysus to boot - that the Demeter kids used their vines to place third and Pollux and Castor did the same to get the fifth spot - just behind the giant contraption that was the Hephaestus chariot.

Clarisse is not happy with the second spot and the silver laurels, but she claps him in the back anyway - Ares is the god of war, not bad sportsmanship.

The Hermes Cabin is in euphoria - Apollo, who placed last, after Aphrodite since they unleashed a dozen doves with a sleeping potion in their faces, it's doing all of the Cabin 11 chores for a month - and they are having a feast of the gods.

Just that night, Percy sacrifices a big pomegranate for Hades and one for Persephone - forgiveness, can you imagine?

He sacrifices to Hermes, as always, for taking the small kids. He sees the joy in their faces - and while Percy is a person reserved to his friends and now he is mostly stoic Perseus, son of Hades, forge gremlin, he always hugs the kids that have nightmares.

It's not what he wanted - it's weird to be touched. It's weirder to have someone want to be next to him. Percy is a cactus, he is prickly. He never smiles. He misses his mom - she would know what to do.

But the little kids trust him. Lou Ellen is unclaimed since the ending of last summer - Percy doesn't know if she has someone to return to.

Those kids at Cabin 11 deserve more then a couple of teens taking care of them. Those kids deserve better, they all deserve better.

There are seven-year-old children there. They barely know how to read. Percy teaches - Annabeth teaches history and myths and Greek, but is he who takes on math to the younger ones, the ones who barely know how to multiply.

He considers staying year-round. They all had Chiron - but it isn't enough. It isn't a family. It isn't. Percy is not their family either - he doesn't overestimate himself - but at least he cares. Not because of their godly blood, but because they are children.

He still hates touch. He is never without his sweaters and gloves. He never smiles at anyone that isn't Annie or Grover or Luke or Alabaster or Ethan.

These days, he only has Annie.

He misses Luke, and he wants to scoop all of these children and take them with him to Kronos, away from the gods. But for what? Another master to fight for?

Was Luke the one who poisoned Thalia? Would he do the same to Percy if Percy denied him?

A mission is issued to go after Golden Fleece - it's in the same place Grover is, it's what Annie and Percy agree on.

Percy is a calculating boy. He deals in numbers, in measures. He is completely oblivious when it comes to feelings and anything that's more subjective than an equation.

But she thinks he likes them. Her and Grover, and those little kids that follow him around sometimes.

She likes the way her yellow hair contrasts with his dark skin, the way his curls flop in his forehead. She likes the specks of green in his eyes. He is her best friend. It's not the love she has for Luke, but it's something akin to admiration.

Percy and Connor are chosen to go on the mission - and Tantalus tries and bullshits some reason for them to go alone, but Percy shakes his head.

"The oracle said, three people"

He is bullshitting them. Tantalus makes him take Clarisse, and Annabeth stays behind.

"I doubt you can get in the sea of monsters without crossing water, eromenoi"

Perseus laughs and laughs, and his eyes are dark as the night without moon. He shoves his hands in the pockets of his soft blue hoodie, and motions for Connor and Clarisse to follow.

Before he leaves, he kisses her cheek softly. It's going to be okay. He will bring Grover back.

He shadow travels the three on them for the closest location the Grey Sisters gave him. It’s difficult, even with a hellhound. He aims for Okeechobee and lands in Miami.

Percy needs to sleep for at least a day, so they use the time to reach their destiny by car. Connor is a very adept child of Hermes, and soon they’re on the road in a red old pickup.

“So Corpse Breath is the hammer, and you’re the polishing stone? Fitting” snorts Clarisse, and just like that, they are bonding.

Percy expects them to trade shitty childhood stories and stupid hobbies or badmouth their deadbeat godly parents, but that was another trip, with very different people.

Clarisse La Rue is sixteen. Her favorite weapon is a javelin or a spear, but she will always prefer hand to hand combat. She loves Led Zeppelin and thinks Silena’s white hijab is the cutest thing in the world. She speaks Spanish - a relief because Percy barely speaks English.

Connor Stoll is fifteen. He prefers gas bombs to grenades - and he does a mean Molotov. He did graffiti until he was twelve. He thinks the Gardner Sisters from the Demeter Cabin are both cute - but Pollux got hot during the winter.

That’s how Percy discovers bisexuality - in a stolen car with a giant hellhound, a girl who has arms larger than his thighs and drives like a grandma and a boy who is two seconds away from spontaneous combustion.

He thinks that explains Luke and Annabeth - but he doesn’t voice it.

Percy doesn’t smile to them for a long time - he knows not even muscular spasms are free of charge.

He stays stoic until they stop to sleep - and Connor has wings in the back of his underwear and its the most ridiculous thing ever.

They reach the city and wander. They do encounter someone - Hecate herself.

She says to Percy it is her last favor - and he knows she already left for Kronos. Luke’s drachma burns in his pocket. She opens a wall of stone - a passageway the Huntresses use sometimes.

“My son waits for you” his quest mates pretend not to hear it - and he pretends nothing is happening. At least Alabaster is okay.

They walk across the cave for what it feels like a day. He is almost sure Hecate has plans to kill them when they find the exit: In an island spa.

A girl comes and analyze them. She looks at them with a kind smile - but Percy knows smiles have prices.

They go meet with the owner: C.C. He doesn't recognize her, but Connor takes one look at those weird guinea pigs and tap Percy's hand twice.

It's a code: Danger.

They are patient. Clarisse is looking at the flimsy girls with their togas and golden braids - she is not going with them.

C.C. Apparently accepts that Clarisse is "more male than a female" like gender is something defined by dresses and makeup.

As soon as the girls are out of the room, Percy taps Clarisse's hand, and she runs her spear through C.C.'s belly. The woman bleeds ichor - but disappears in a cloud of golden sand.

They go through her things for money while Connor explains that he learned about her from Charles. Charles's first mission almost ended up with him as a guinea pig. At least now they know they are in the right place.

Percy takes all her money and their weapons back. He straps as many knives he can throw in his pants and belt: One can never have enough weapons.

They find some hoods and sneak out to the boats on the beach. Connor steals again. Percy hates water: But the Sea of Monsters is beyond Poseidon's direct control, and Percy is going to hole himself up until they get to the next island.

He vomits. He is so seasick, it's not even funny. He hates boats. He hates large bodies of water. Anything bigger than a pool, and he is out.

Clarisse thinks it's funny. She laughs at him - and weirdly, he smiles back a little. The daughter of Ares plays with Blackjack, and they bond.

They are not friends - but they would kill for each other. They find it weird they had no godly intervention from Olympus - but then, Percy remembers he is just a son of Hades, and the Olympians hate him.

He burns food to Hecate. He doesn't burn food to Hermes, who appears in everyone else's quests, but avoid his own son's.

None of them has enough hubris to try and listen to the sirens. Clarisse's fatal flaw is bloodlust and Connor's is arrogance - the idea he can do anything, steal anything, and he'll never be punished.

They don't hear anything. Their next stop is the Isle of Polyphemus.

This time around, Connor is Nobody, Clarisse sneaks under a sheep to save Grover, and Percy gets the Fleece. They try to escape through a passageway that Percy's powers say lead to Haiti, but the cyclops colapses it with a boulder.

Percy hates cyclops.

They shadowtravel. Percy isn't any better at it, and with Grover tagging along, it's pretty obvious what happens, even if he is wearing the Golden Fleece like a giant blanket of strenght.

They end up in Wyoming. Percy sleeps for a week: he is starting to flick, like a ghost, and the magical sheep skin can only help so much. In this week, apparently, they meet the Party Ponies.

Chiron takes Percy in his back to CHB with the Fleece, but his friends stay behind because the centaurs won't let them mount, and they can't keep up on feet.

Clarisse, Connor and Grover meet Luke, Ethan and Alabaster in their way to an airport. It goes badly, but no one dies. They tell him Ethan only has one eye now, and that Luke looks tired and mad.

Percy thinks joining Kronos might be a bad idea. But then, he goes back to Camp, save the tree, and things don't change. The kids are still kids, alone and sad.

Will Solace was claimed. He says he misses Cabin 11, and some of his brothers don't want him to talk to Percy anymore.

It hurts. They try and keep contact for the following week, but peer pressure pushes Will away. Percy doesn't blame him.

The tree spits Thalia, daughter of Poseidon. She has black hair with green accents, green eyes, uses heavy makeup, and looks like a "Hades spawn" should look.

Percy likes her. He has no need for being the leader, and he has Annie and Grover (and Luke, and Alabaster, and Ethan, he thinks). Annie and Luke love her, so she must be amazing. He tries.

Thalia doesn't like him. She hates Hades, the one who killed her. She doesn't trust him or the fact that he never touches anyone.

Perseus tells himself he doesn't care. And suddenly, Thalia goes from "could be a good friend" to "better stay away".

The Camp celebrates Thalia. He is the hero, he brought the Fleece back, he is also a child of the Big Three. But they hate him, just like the kids in school hate him for his skin colour.

Annie has no time for him. Grover goes back to his search. He doesn't think he is going to join Kronos, but the drachma is still in his pocket.

He goes back to his mother, and then, to Yancy.

This summer, he was the hero. But no matter what, he was still the son of Hades.

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tuancore · 4 years ago

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Lost You (Part 12) :

Starring- Jinyoung x reader

Genre- Angst

Summary- It's your choices and actions which made you miserable.

The more you rotated your eyes around the place, the more you realised how every single thing in there held so many sweet memories. Had the circumstances been different you would've cried out of joy, for every showpiece, every photo frame, every furniture, every book had you and Jinyoung connected with the greatest love which all of your friends swore by, standing inside your apartment alone, your form was trembling burning with rage and grief at the same time, the whole place smelled like home, Jinyoung's Cologne mixed with yours and it began to suffocate you. You didn't want to have any sort of attachment with him.

You hated him for that.

When you first told your parents about dating Jinyoung, they grew quite awkward, which only meant hesitation. You took Jinyoung home, with you couple of times which eased some of their hesitation, your father seemed to grow fond of him, as they played billiards and chess together, it was as if Jinyoung's love in its raw form was visible in everything he did, but your mother never really approved of your relationship with him.

"Why don't you like Jinyoung already? Just look at dad, he's so happy whenever Jinyoung's home" You remarked hugging your mother's shoulders as Jinyoung and your father played chess. Staring at them intently, your mother finally spoke up "I can see how much you both love eachother, but I don't know why I have this uneasy feeling, I don't feel like giving you to him". Shaking your head you pecked your mother's cheeks, saying "Mom stop worrying, you're overthinking. I assure you that he'll love me forever and keep me happy maybe even more than you guys", your little teasing earned you a light head smack from her, "Hopefully honey".

Grabbing your hair harshly you sobbed harder with each passing second, only if you listened to your mother, you wouldn't be standing here like a bloody mess. Your heart was already ripped apart and now your soul was also starting to give up. Striding towards the windows, you tugged onto the curtains harshly as they landed on the floor with a thud, along with the curtain rod, then striding towards the television you pushed it from the tabletop another harsh sound joining the air.

You hated him for that.

"Why! Why! Why! Just why Jinyoung why?! You promised that you'll love me more than yourself! You promised to always put me first!" You punched the wall beside, with every word, ranting to particularly no one, as your knuckles bled painting the beige wall red, "You promised me......then why?".

Despite your bleeding hand, you started taking out every single photo frame from that wall, throwing it somewhere across the room. The place echoed with the noise of breaking and shattering of glasses as frames and showpieces landed harshly on the floor. Rage was all that filled your mind at the moment. Throwing and breaking things wouldn't turn back things to the way they were, but you wanted to destroy every single thing that reminded of your love for him, you wanted your tears to stop flowing for him when he wasn't even worthy to be cried over.

You hated him for that.

Trashing the entire living room, you locked yourself in the bedroom. Reminiscing all over again, staring at the bed where you both spent countless nights loving eachother under the sheets with both of your bodies and souls as one, the times when you both had pillow fights just to win a stupid argument. Yes, you both argued most of the time over nonsensical and useless things but never seriously. Never.

Not to forget those reading sessions, whenever it came to reading books it was a constant for you to occupy the centre of bed either laying on your stomach or on your back, with your spectacles on while Jinyoung liked reading sitting on his beanbag with a vanilla latte or a cup of coffee in his hand, a black squared frame sitting on his nose bridge firmly making him look more handsome. It used to go well for few hours but after you both have satisfied your reading pleasure, you both used to exchange glances at eachother throught the pages of the book to make sure the other one is also done reading and when one puts off their spectacles then it's over.

You hated him for that.

Coming to the kitchen, it was another sweet little thing that you both enjoyed dearly. It was a rule that Jinyoung set up that the one who comes home early will cook the meals, since the one coming late might be exhausted as hell, and whenever you both were late, you guys ordered for a take out. However, mostly it was you both cooking together, no matter who was cooking and who was volunteering, you both couldn't help but keep on brushing past eachother making sure to have some physical contacts.

"I don't know how to bake a cake" You whined, reluctantly putting on the apron. Jinyoung chuckled tying your apron behind your back guiding you to mix the batter, but when you started to mix it, he stood behind you so close that you were able to feel his hot breath fanning your neck, "Angel..slow down.." he whispered darkly, placing his lips on your neck, "Jinyoung...." Suppressing a moan, you pushed him off, "Go prepare other things".

After setting the batter into the mould, you both waited patiently but you being you grabbed a handful of white flour throwing it on Jinyoung, laughing your stomach out you remarked "Your hair is finally dyed to...white...let me click a pic and send it to others". Jinyoung gave you a jokeful glare, grabbing some flour too, he chased you around the house, hugging you closely to him putting flour in your head, "Now yours white too, let's send them our pic with #couplegoals".

Thinking of every moment you both shared there was way too many, that you can never forget even if you gave it your all.

You hated him for that.

Your gaze shifted towards the balcony, it was where you both discussed about your days over a cup of coffee or hot chocolate after an exhausting time at works, how his father always stuffed him with contracts and clients, how your boss nagged you for not being fast enough to complete your work. The times when you stressed over things and he back hugged you peppering your necks and shoulders with kisses which always began innocently but ended up in bed.

There was something about his touch, his words which always lured you to him. The way he gently placed you on bed, before stripping you to nakedness before his eyes, which never spoke hunger for your body but always love and affection, the way he always asked for your consent before making love to you even if he had done it thousands of time before, he was always respectful. During sex, he always cared about your comfort first, he always put you first focusing on your release before his, he liked doing it slow and passionately to show how much he was in love with you and not to forget the "I love you's" You both let out moaning at the feeling as your bodies became one. Over the time, you got so accustomed to his touch and presence that he could have you writhing under without putting any efforts from his side.

You hated him for all the times he sweetly whispered those "I love you's" in your ears.

You hated him for everything.

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Jinyoung gasped at the news of your miscarriage, he wanted to cry his out but then again it's what he has been doing for the past few hours. Even his tears can't bring back the child, the evidence of your love for eachother, it was too late now, way too late. BamBam nodded at Jinyoung finally letting hot tears spill from his eyes for the first time after he entered into Jinyoung's cabin.

Nobody dared to speak a single word, how could they when none of them had any particular words left to say. But there was one common sentence running through all six of theirs heads was 'Everything is over'. Heart was not only bleeding but souls and minds were ripping apart as well, they all felt like losing some battle at the last after fighting it with a silver armour.

Even one could see BamBam falling apart, the one who fought for you and Jinyoung with the world just to give you both the same love back. No one saw him crying before, until now. Somehow he blamed the misfortune of you losing the baby on himself.

"Only....If....I didn't let Noona talk to Jisoo and neither had she run away like that.....and...." BamBam's voice getting inaudible, his throat tying. Yugyeom hugged BamBam stroking his back, trying to soothe some of his pain although he knew it was useless, "BamBam.....don't blame yourself, please don't.....you only meant good for noona from the start.....so please....." Yugyeom whispered closing his own eyes shut to prevent his tears from falling.

"It's all my fault......" Jinyoung whispered covering his entire face, "No one is responsible for any of this..... except for me...". Though it was true that Jinyoung was the sole reason behind all these mishappens, he was already drowning in remorse and others didn't want to scold him any further, what would they even gain by scolding him or lecturing him or making him feel the worst person in this entire planet, Will you get your same love back? No. Will you get your child back? No.

"I want to see her...." Was all he managed to cough out, somehow keeping his tears at bay. It was understandable, you both will always be deep rooted in eachother's heart. Whenever Jinyoung did something to hurt you it also hurt him but he loves you and that can never be altered. He was a fool to not to clarify things with you but he always felt sick without you around. He even started to hallucinate you everywhere, in his cabin, in his car, even when he slept he imagined you hugging him, he loves you, but it's his insecure nature which made him lose your love and the child.

"I don't think it's a good time to meet—" JB started with hesitation but BamBam cut in, removing Yugyeom's arms from his body, "I'll take you there".

"But BamBam!" Mark reasoned, BamBam shook his head in denial not wanting to hear any of there theories, "It's best if they both just talk everything out, right now", BamBam completed, putting his phone inside his pants pocket, he grabbed Jinyoung's arm firmly pulling him outside, with others following behind.

"BamBam things will get pretty ugly, Do you think they can just chit chat about what happened?" Jackson belted, as if BamBam was high on thin air. "I know what I'm doing and please.....I don't have any strength left in me to prolong things....".

"Hyungs, Yugyeom....Go home, get some rest, it's better if they talk alone without anyone around" BamBam blurted with a knowing look, hoping for everyone to understand as they nodded.

"BamBam—" Jinyoung called, which BamBam decided to ignore, "Hyung... if I'm helping you that doesn't mean I've forgiven you......nor will I anytime soon", he sternly announced, stepping on the gas pedal.

Jinyoung immediately shut his mouth, staring outside of the window, the sky has already darkened as street lights shone brightly, his mind drifted off to you, how much you loved the night views.

Jinyoung laid lazily on the couch with,'To Kill A Mockingbird',one of his favourite books in his hands reading it with great concentration,on the other hand you were getting crazy as he is reading that book for three hours straight, sitting on the centre table you tapped your feet impatiently.

"Jinyoung...Enough of reading~~" You whined, pouting like a kid but yet he ignored it by reading the lines out aloud. Letting out a groan, you snatched his book running around the house, it was finally his turn to groan,"Give me my book".

"No...you'll get your book when we'll get some ice cream together!",Sighing he agreed.

He was about to take his car when you pleaded him to go on a bike,you hugged his waist tightly sitting behind him, resting your head on his broad back inhaling the evening air. Jinyoung smiled widely, everything you did made him realise how much in love he was with you. The whole ride you kept on hugging him, staring at the lights hung on trees and railings, so beautiful.

After getting the ice cream, you both played in the snow which was gathered in the amusement park, "Nyoung...I just love night time, so cold yet the environment is so warm it gives off so much happiness!" Squealing you threw a snowball at him. "Yeps..with you I feel that happiness" he smiled, dusting off snow from him, placing his lips on your plump ones, he whispered, "I love you".

"I love you more".

Retrieving to the reality, Jinyoung asked hesitantly, "Do you think she'll forgive me?", "To be honest, I have no idea, it's upto her now, you can only hope for the best...." BamBam replied, pulling the car in the parking lot.

When Jinyoung noticed that it was both of yours shared apartment his eyes widened, he stared at BamBam as to why he has brought him here. "I told you I'll take you to Noona..." He muttered getting out of the car.

"She's here...?" Jinyoung tried to reconfirm, "Are you sure?..". Taking the elevator to the desired floor, Jinyoung's body began to tremble real bad, his face got pale as soon as the elevator came to a halt.

"Lisa herself dropped Noona here" BamBam informed, pushing Jinyoung towards the main door, "I won't go inside..... All the best", chills ran through his body, beads of cold sweats forming on his forehead, he tried to open the door but it was locked from inside luckily he had his key with him. Shooting a final glance at BamBam he pushed open the door.

His body freezing at the mere sight of the house, everything completely destroyed. The wall where he hung both of yours pictures all trashed, glass splattered everywhere on the floor, his eyes after scanning each and every part stopped at the red stains on the picture wall, hesitantly walking towards it, he saw fresh blood with your hand marks. Tears rolled down his eyes, not only did he break you but also shattered you completely to debris.

However finding the door to both of your bedroom's locked, he hurried trying to push it open, but stopped since it was locked. Pressing his ears to the door he tensed at your loud sobs and whimpers, hearing your voice your pain and disappointment was visible. And it ripped Jinyoung's heart.

"I HATE YOU PARK JINYOUNG!!!!" You yelled in a high pitch, which made Jinyoung cry listening to so much hate for him.

"I'M SORRY ANGEL!!" He let out a loud whimper making sure you hear him, "I AM SO SO SO SORRY".

Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13

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