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WHY ARE THE BANDAIDS LIKE HARD!??????!?

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Shattered Chains of Fate Ch. 18

Water Fights and Yet More Strays

Ichigo eyed the water speculatively.

“I don’t like this,” he said loudly. Achilles, who was the one who had put him up to this in the first place, grinned like the asshole he was.

“Just try it. You never know, you might have an affinity for water magics.”

“I don’t think I have an affinity for  any magics, but whatever,” Ichigo grumbled.

“Who knows, maybe you have an affinity for Imaginary Numbers,” Cu suggested. Ichigo made a face.

“I still don’t understand how a number can even  be imaginary. It doesn’t make sense in math and it doesn’t make sense in mystic crap. How can anything squared be equal to negative one?!”

“And to think you once missed school,” Medusa teased.

Ichigo flipped her off without looking. They were gathered in the kitchen of his house, with Achilles sitting backwards in a chair while Medusa sat on the island and Cu leaned against the fridge. Ichigo stood above a sink filled with water, with a carefully drawn rune glowing faintly on the back of his left hand.

“Aren’t runes more germanic than greek? I don’t think-”

“Fucking do it already,” Achilles finally shoved his shoulder. Achilles’ orange scarf was draped across Ichigo’s shoulders again. It felt right to have it. He’d had it for the entirety of his last three singularities.

“How do you even know how to do this?” Ichigo grumbled, but dipped his hand in the water all the same. “I thought you were a fighter, not a mage.”

“My mother is a sea goddess,” Achilles reminds him. “Now go!”

Ichigo scowls fiercely but obediently pumps mana through the marking on the back of his hand.The water starts to glow around his hand softly, pale blue and growing brighter and brighter the more he pushed into it until it was borderline silver.

Slowly, Ichigo pulled his hand up, and brought a square of water with him. It shuddered and rippled before it starts sweating down the edges and the whole thing collapsed. It slammed into the basin. Ichigo jumped back with a startled shout.

Achilles howled with laughter while Ichigo glared at him, the whole front of his shirt soaked. Ichigo shoved his hand back into the water, shoved as much mana into it as he could and yanked his hand out and towards the Rider. The square exploded a second out of the water and pelted his servant mercilessly, sending the great hero shrieking and diving for cover.

Ichigo tried to keep a straight face, but when Achilles poked his head up from where he’d dived behind the island, his hair plastered to his skull and dripping water down his sharp cheeks, he cracked.

Ichigo grinned at him. “I don’t think I have an affinity, but you were right. It was fun.”

“I regret answering your summons,” Achilles lied. He stood slowly and grabbed a dish towel to try and dry his hair with.

“No, you don’t,” Ichigo said flatly.

“No, I don’t,” he agreed a second later. Achilles didn’t hold many grudges. At least not against Ichigo.

“You’re both clowns,” Medusa told them, shaking her head at them.

Ichigo subtly exchanged a loot with Achilles, who started to grin and turned away to hide it.

Ichigo turned around to the sink and started the water again. He made sure it was nice and cold before he picked up the spray hose and turned around.

Achilles shoved Medusa off her perch towards Ichigo just in time for him to pull the trigger and spray her straight on. Medusa screamed and threw her hands up to protect her face while her hair whipped out violently in hissing serpents.

Ichigo dove for Achilles, who grabbed him around the middle and shot out of the room with snakes hot on their heels. Ichigo gripped his shoulders tightly while Achilles spirited him away at high speeds into the other room.

They hid out behind the couch, waiting.

Medusa  was a creature of  vengeance. She would never stand for their sneak attack without retaliation.

Ichigo leaned against Achilles, his shoulders shaking with muffled laughter. “That was awful. She’s going to kill us.”

“It was totally worth it. Did you see her face?”

“I did. She looked like she was going to kill us.”

“Don’t worry master,” he patted his head. “I won’t let you die.”

Ichigo puffed at him. “I wonder what’s taking her so long.”

“You know, I have the strangest feeling I’m not gonna like the answer to that,” Achilles mused. He peeked over the back of the couch and paled. “Oh. I was right.”

Ichigo followed his example. Somehow, Medusa had enlisted Cu into helping her, and now each serpent in her hair was holding a ball of water with one of his runes in their mouths, like some horrifying gorgon water balloon launcher.

“Oh. Oh we’re dead.”

“Uh huh.”

The two looked at each other and booked it for the door. Ichigo shoved Achilles behind him, shouting, “Human shield!” and busted out into the sunlight just in time to get beaned in the back of the head with an absolutely freezing ball of water that sent him skidding face first across the grassy lawn.  

Ichigo spat grass out of his mouth and got up on his knees, water dripping down his orange hair. He shook himself out and sat back on his heels. Behind him he could hear the sounds of an war starting in his house.

Cu came wandering out a few minutes later, looking no worse for wear.

“I can’t believe you’re not getting involved in that,” Ichigo told him. Cu was usually always up for a good fight. The Caster shrugged.

“It seemed like more fun to come see you. I’m going fishing this afternoon.”

“That was a great non sequitur,” Ichigo said idly. Cu gave him a hand up and Ichigo brushed dirt off his shirt. He was a mess, wet and dirty and covered in grass stains. Yuzu was gonna have a fit.

“I’d like to come with, but I’m taking the girls over to Uryu’s this afternoon to start their training. He might not be able to use quincy powers anymore, but he can still see spirits, so he’ll be able to tell us if we’re doing something wrong.”

“Good luck,” Cu patted his shoulder. “You should get out of here before Medusa is done with Rider.”

Ichigo winced and agreed. Yeah, he really, really should.

“I’ll see you later,” he promised, and ran off before Medusa could come after him.

*

Ichigo didn’t like this.

In fact he hated this.

He wasn’t gonna kill a kid! But, this kid hadn’t just put people to sleep. This kid had actually killed people. A lot of people. Like the entirety of Scotland Yard. It was just… she seemed sad. Desperate and desolate. How could he tell Mash to kill her? How could he push his Mana into Mordred and support her swinging her sword at a little kid?

Ichigo wasn’t even mad at the girl.

He was mad at ‘P’.

The idea that he would sent a child to kill people on his behalf made Ichigo’s blood boil.

Which might have been why he did one of the dumbest things he’d done this year.

He launched himself past the the little Assassin and threw a vicious punch at the Caster.

It was a testament to Ichigo’s training, and a bigger testament to the Caster’s physical weakness, that his hit landed so hard it sent him stumbling back with a red cheek.

“Master!” Mash screamed from behind him.

“What’s wrong with you?!” Ichigo roared at him. “You’re over here bitching about the incineration of humanity, as if you’re not complacent in it? Aren’t you the one that ordered Jack to kill all those people? Haven’t you been here the whole time and you’re not doing anything about it?!”

P touched his cheek, his eyes wide and fixed on Ichigo.

“There’s nothing helping it. The incineration is inevitable, whether we do it or someone else does-”

“Shut the fuck up!” Ichigo snapped, lunging for him. A strong, armored arm wrapped around his middle and forcibly held him back. “You can’t say shit like that when you’re not even willing to step up and stop it! Aren’t you a heroic spirit? Doesn’t humanity mean anything to you? People are hurt, people are dying and losing loved ones and you’re responsible for part of it!”

Mordred grunted and dragged Ichigo back, kicking and screaming at P.

“How many people have died? How many kids have no parents? How many parents mourn their children because you won’t say enough?!”

“Master, please calm down!” Mash planted her shield in front of Ichigo so he couldn’t get past and attack him again, no matter how much he wanted to.

Jack, meanwhile, had stopped her attack to peer at Ichigo curiously.

He ignored her and favor of shouting at P further, until he finally teleported away like a coward.

They were left alone with Jack the Ripper, who hadn’t moved since Ichigo started yelling.

“You’re a very weird man,” Jack said. Her grip on her knife’s was loose.

Ichigo forced himself to calm in the face of the child. “I’ve been told worse.”

Jack approached, slowly, the fog growing thicker and thicker. This was different from the demonic fog. It tasted like despair. This was the same thick mist that had come to encompass them the last time they’d been pit against Jack. Ichigo shifted closer to Mash, touching her shoulder.

This wasn’t good. He couldn’t see Jack, or even Mordred anymore. He could barely see Mash and she was right next to him.

“Mash,” Ichigo said quietly. “This isn’t great.”

“I know. Just have faith, Master. No harm will come to you.”

Ichigo sighed. “I believe in you,” he promised. He touched her shoulder and pumped mana into her body.

Ichigo stayed as close by her as he could, but it was hard to see and it was hard to stick close when Mash had to move to swing her massive shield. There was a thin line between staying close and getting in the way, and Ichigo ended up stumbling back one step too far.

The mist closed in and he was alone.

He could hear the two girls he’s come with. Mash’s shouting, and Mordred's clinking armor, but he couldn’t see either one.

He could see the little girl that stepped out of the mist. Her hood was down. Her eyes were two different colors. Her face was covered in stitched tight scars and her hair was short and choppy. Jack. Everytime he lost sight of her, he forgot what she looked like.

Ichigo stared at her warily.

“Why were you so angry? About children without their parents?” she asked, her head tilted. “We don’t understand.”

“Because- Because kids shouldn’t have to lose their parents,” Ichigo said. What was going on? Why was she even interrogating him instead of attacking?

“Look,” he went on, “That P guy said you were looking for your mom, right? Maybe we can help you find her. And even if we can’t, we’re at least nicer people than that guy. Will you know. Morals.”

“We don’t care about morals,” Jack said quietly. “We just want to go back to where it’s warm. With our mommy. But she’s not here…”

“Hey,” Ichigo’s voice gentled. He slowly unbuttoned his jacket. This was probably the stupidest thing he could do but… “Come here,” he motioned to her.

The assassin walked closer to him, her mis-matched eyes looking up at him.

Ichigo carefully took her shoulders and pulled her against his chest. He closed his jacket around her shoulders.

“It’s not a mothers embrace, but it's warmer than the fog at least. Right?”

Maybe he was too soft for war. Maybe he was too gentle to be a proper magus. Maybe all those people frozen on ice in Chaldeas would have done better than he.

In the end it didn’t matter. Here, now, he wouldn’t fight this child. Not when her knifes tucked away and her fingers dug into his shirt. Not when she clung to little heat he could offer her.

The mist departed. The sorrow that swelled around them ebbed. Ichigo stood, for the second time in just as many days, with a little girl who had once tried to kill him in his arms.

He looked up in time to see Mordred and Mash look utterly exasperated. A man with dusty blond hair stared out at them from a window across the street. Ichigo blinked and he was gone.

* *

When Ryuken answered the door he didn’t look particularly happy to see Ichigo. Of course, he never looked particularly happy about anything at all.

Not that stopped Yuzu from bouncing cheerfully up to him.

She took his hand and dragged the poor man inside, already asking him questions about himself and his home.

Ichigo and Karin trailed after them, exchanging a glace. No one could resist Yuzu when she turned up the charm. Ryuken wouldn’t be any exception to the rule.

“I want to make it clear,” he said as he led them into the backyard, “That I don’t approve of what you children are doing. You would be better off if you focused on the living. Not the dead.”

“We’re doing this so we don’t die young,” Karin said bluntly.

Yuzu added, much softer, “And to be closer to Mom.”

Ichigo softened. Yeah. To be closer to mom. That was what this all circled back to in the end, wasn’t it? Ichigo had been nine when their mom had died. The girls were only five. Ichigo had four more years with her than either of the girls did.

For so long it had felt like he had robbed them of their time with her. He had stolen the sun out of their family when she died because of him.

Now, he knows a little better.

Grand Fisher had killed her. It wasn’t Ichigo’s fault. If Masaki, a fully trained Quincy, couldn’t take down the hollow then Ichigo, who couldn’t even form a bow, had no chance. He’d gotten his revenge. He’d killed the Grand Fisher when it showed up and came after his sisters.

Ichigo followed Ryuken and the girls into the backyard, where Uryu was waiting with a thin wooden box.

“I still don’t approved of this,” Ryuken said to all of them.

“We’re not asking for your approval. Or your permission.”

Sparks threatened the fly between the pair of them. Ichigo didn’t know the full story, but he knew there was a lot of tension between father and son.

Somehow there was less between the two of them now than there was between Ichigo and his own these days. Ichigo still wasn’t speaking to Isshin when he could help it, and Isshin hadn’t tried to start any new conversation with Ichigo either. It made the house tense and quiet for the first time in Ichigo’s life.

Ichigo walked up behind the girls while Ryuken left them alone with his son.

“Thanks for doing this, Uryu,” Ichigo offered him a smile. Uryu, who was much less surly than when they’d first met, merely huffed at him.

“Don’t thank me yet. This training isn’t easy, and you’re so old it’ll probably just be harder,” he warned. All three Kurosaki siblings just looked at him expectantly. Uryu sighed. He should know by now, once a Kurosaki has an idea in their head, there’s not changing it.

He turned to the wooden box and opened it up. He turned around and showed it to them. Inside were small pendants attached to short silver chains, like the one Uryu wore on his wrist at all times.

“These are Quincy crosses,” Uryu said. “They’re a tool for focusing spirit energy Quincy use them to help form bows. Each of you take one,” he instructed.

Both of the girls picked one with five points. Ichigo’s had eight.

“...My father probably won’t admit it, but he was the one who provided these for us. He said they belonged to your ancestors, and so they should return to you in turn. Or something like that.”

“I knew your dad liked me,” Ichigo grinned at him. Uryu rolled his eyes, but he was struggling to hide a smile.

“Uh huh. Okay girls, come over here and we’ll start practicing forming your bows. You’re going to draw the reishi from the area around you into your body and convert it into a bow in your hands.”

Yuzu raised her hand.

“Yes?”

“What’s reishi?”

Uryu shot Ichigo a glare. “Didn’t you tell them anything?”

“I’m not much of a teacher,” he shrugged casually. Uryu flipped him off when the girls were looking and started explaining things to them.

Ichigo watched, turning the quincy cross over in his fingers. Tensa had said that his quincy powers weren’t made for combat as much as his shinigami powers were. Yet Tensa himself took the shape of a sword.

There was something strange with Ichigo’s quincy powers. He knew that much. So for now he left that to the girls.

* * *

“At this rate,” Jekyll says with no small degree of fondness, “Even I will run out of space to house everyone.”

“Sorry,” Ichigo says, even though he isn’t. “At least it looks like the authors are going to be cooped up in the same room?”

“If we’re lucky,” Mordred pipes up from halfway up the stairs. Fran, a step ahead of her, nods in quick agreement.

“You have the most horrible habit of befriending people who try to kill you, did you know?” Jekyll asks redundantly. Ichigo rubs the back of his neck and looks away.

“It’s not my fault!”

“Of course,” Jekyll says sagely, “You’re accidentally charismatic.”

“Yes! Exactly! Only I’m not that charismatic. I just… I dunno. I treat people like they’re people.”

Jekyll’s eyes softened. “Sometimes that’s more than enough to make friend.”

“I know,” Ichigo does. “That’s just sad.”

“But it is effective.”

“I guess,” Ichigo shrugs. “It worked on Jack, Alice…Hyde.”

Jekyll’s shoulders tense at the mention of his darker side. Ichigo nudges him lightly.

“Don’t look like that. He’s a degenerate and an asshole, but he hasn’t hurt me any.”

“ Yet ,” Jekyll says quickly. “You have to be careful with him, Ichigo. He’s not a safe person to be around.”

“A lot of people I hang around aren’t. Heroes and villains seem to flock to me.”

“Hyde is different. He has no morals to speak of. He’s violent and atrocious, and he’d as soon kill you as look at you.”

“Yeah. But he’s also protected me at least once,” even if he did hold a knife to Ichigo right after… “Don’t worry about it, Jekyll.”

“Easy for you to say,” Jekyll lamented. “You take so few things seriously, Ichigo, I don’t understand. The world is literally on your shoulders, but when it comes time to fight you’re as relaxed as Mordred is!”

“I dunno. Experience does that to you, I guess. If I worked in a lab and I tended to light things on fire I’d probably stop freaking out every time I saw a fire, too. It’s like that. Just a little more dangerous.”

Yeah, just a little.

Jekyll looks incredulously at him, but he gives up fighting Ichigo, who is apparently insane.

* * * *

It takes him all of five second to realize that Shinji is shanghai-ing him right in the middle of the day.

It started innocent enough. ‘Let’s eat lunch together’. Fine, they’ve had lunch together before. And Shinji still hasn’t stopped coming to his school for one reason or another. He can’t tell you why it’s just a fact. Even though their business should be concluded, Shinji still looks at Ichigo like he’s a crying statue sometimes, when he isn’t pretending to be a bizarre but friendly young man.

So Ichigo agrees. Only Shinji decides that they’re going to get lunch off campus, and drags Ichigo away by his arms, willingly or unwillingly.

When his three servants fall into step around them Shinji looks only mildly miffed.

“Can’t a man get some privacy around here?” Shinji asks irritably.

“Not until we know your intentions for our ma-” a vicious glare from Ichigo has Achilles changing words last second, “-an. Our man.”

“Your man?” Shinji looks over the three. Even though Cu and Achilles are rather laid back in general they don’t laugh or dispute the claim. It’s the truth. Ichigo is theirs, whether he likes it or not. They all know this.

“Did I stutter?”

“...Ya really know how to pick ‘em, huh Ichigo?”

“I have impeccable taste,” Ichigo says firmly. He doesn’t shake Shinji off, or order his servants to attack and free him. Not that he’d need to. Shinji can probably beat him in a serious fight, but that’s not what this is.

This is just a mild kidnapping, thats all.

They make their way down to the docs, where Ichigo is escorted into a warehouse.

It smells like food, cologne, and cleaning supplies.

It’s set up like a house, almost. Ichigo catches sight of a comfortably sitting area, an elevated kitchenette up on a ledge. There are people here. Powerful people, and Ichigo will put money on them being Vizard.

Ichigo ducks when a sandals foot launches itself at Shinji’s face.

“Why did you bring so many people here? Idiot?!”

Ichigo watches Shinji go flying. A young girl, or maybe an old one, lands next to him. She looks wild, nearly feral. Ichigo winces minutely in sympathy before deciding that no. Shinji deserves a sandal to his face.

Ichigo snickers at his misfortune before the girl turns her sights on Ichigo.

“You!” she shouts, pointing at him. “You’re the one that thinks he has a handle on his hollow?”

Thinks? Ichigo is getting really sick of this. He can feel his eye brow starting to twitch in irritation. What’s with these people thinking that he doesn’t know his own mind? Why are they all so sure they’re right?

If it wasn’t such a bad habit to get into, Ichigo would just start stabbing people who started this shit.

“Are we still doing this?” he asks irritably. “Because I’m done with this shit. I’m seriously done. I’m not gonna spend my whole life proving my sanity to you people. I’ve got better things to do. Like going to school. Where we both should be, Hirako,” he shoots a pointed glare at Shinji.

Shinji sat up, nursing his bloody nose.

“Hey, hey, it’s not like I actually need to go to human school.”

“Then you’re just there to hang out with teenagers? That’s so creepy. What kind of pervert are you?” Ichigo asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What is this, bully Shinji day?” Shinji complained loudly. Ichigo ignored him entirely because all of a sudden the girl was throwing herself at him, a sword drawn.

And Ichigo, stuck in his human body, prepared to counter without a single weapon.

He needn’t have bothered. As soon as she was in the air chains snaked out of nowhere and she was slammed bodily into the ground hard enough to crack the cement.

“Now that was just rude,” Medusa said, prowling forwards slowly. Her eyes glinted dangerously.

Cu and Achilles appeared on either side of Ichigo, a staff and spear in hand respectively.

“What the hell-”

“Sneak attacks are unbefitting, especially towards someone as straight forwards as Ichigo Kurosaki is,” Medusa went on, her heels glittering. Ichigo was aware of other people dropped down around them, swords equally in hand.

Ichigo lifted his hand and touched Medusa’s shoulder.

“Easy. That was hardly a sneak attack. Besides, this is a fight for me. Not for you. If she’s so desperate to see what I can do, how can I refuse?”

Ichigo can see the predatory smile creeping over his face in the reflection of one of the men’s sunglasses.

* * * * *

Dull teal eyes look into the depth of the void. A hulking figure stands beside him, and another man stands at the side of the split between worlds.

“Don’t forget,” he says in a voice like velvet. “No matter what happens, you must not kill the boy. Maim him if you please, fight to your own content, but if he dies so too will you.”

“Understood,” says the shorter of the pair. The massive man merely grunts.

“As long as I can get something to eat while we’re there. There’s gotta be a few strong souls there, right?”

“Be quiet,” his companion scolds him. “We will do as we are told.” He bows shortly, and the pair step into the darkness, out of the chalk white city.

* * * * * *

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Soldiers Possession {Oneshot}

Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x Plus!Size Reader MUTANT

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Smut!Cuddly Bucky! Smut!

A/N: Lets see if this one gets flagged! This is my entry for @peters-christmas 1K Writing Challenge!  My prompt was the song NFWMB by Hozier! A big thanks for @moonfaery for helping me to decide between Bucky and Loki! Reader has crappy relationship with parents and is a mutant but I didn't go into great detail about powers because I centered on the song and smut, because you know smut! Lyrics in Italic! I hope did this justice and didn't cornball it up!

Words: 2,300

It was… a day to say the least, looking out across the compound, across well-manicured lawn, wind blowing loose hair, so it tickled across tears that threatened to spill a ragged breath in as a hand reached up to push Y/H/C hair out of Y/E/C orbs before it made the tears break. Looking down at the phone in a bandaged hand, some family she had back at home, any excuse to not come see her, filling like a failure already after the fucked mission that had the entire team walking around with a bandage or to two, even Steve & Bucky.

Letting out another sigh slowly an oddly steady hand placed the ear phones into it's jack in the phone, still preferring corded headphones to wireless, scrolling to find the music that fit her shitty mood while tugging at the bandage on stitched hand to pull the gauze off of the gash. Sitting on the table top of the outdoor table that rested in a small out of the way area of the compound, hopefully they would allow Y/N a moment before deciding what to do about overbearing parents that needed to kiss her ass, 36 years old & they still think she has to do it their way or not at all.

The table swaying ever so slightly, it was… Bucky, he had tried to talk to her after the call & the mission but there wasn’t much to say, telling the soldier to give her a minute but it ended up being close to 12 hours. Y/N could fill how cautious he was as he sat at sweater covered back, placing his legs on either side of thick thighs, flesh hand snaking around clothed arm to take the phone to return it back to himself to look over the music app.

Thankfully he was well versed in technology now, Y/N finding him excitedly showing her new music & videos, but it didn’t make her less irritated that he messed with her music, that was her reprieve as she explained. A hot body pulling flush to aching back, careful of how much weight he placed on her taking on of the earbuds to shove it in his ear, the guitar playing low before the singer began & surprised her with a nuzzle at her neck. The melody had a dark feel,  but it had a oddly calming quality to it.

When I first saw you

The end was soon

To Bethlehem it slouched

And then, it must've caught a good look at you

Careful of the busted ribs, venturing to lean back to see if Bucky would support her, head falling to metal shoulder, the ear without the earbud next to split lips that looked better than they did that morning.

“Give your heart & soul to charity, 'cus the rest of you, the best of you, Honey, belongs to me,” husky voice echoed into her ear, making chills run over achy body, it was a confession, Y/N knew it, looking into ocean blue eyes that looked at her worriedly possibly wondering if she would reject him.

Gently Y/N reached back to the phone in his hand, taking it & shutting the music off. Easily she removed the ear bud careful not to cause him pain, they both had enough as it was. The look he gave her, looking to his bare feet, a shake of brunet head, he messed up, he should know better, taking a step to get down shocked that a unbandaged hand wrapped in metal one, lacing fingers to tug him down in front of her.

With a weary smile, Y/N looked at him with defeat of the previous events, letting out a heavy sigh & allowing Bucky to tug her back to the compound. It was quiet, no one said a word as he led her past the team that looked just as beaten as they did. Easy tug to usher Y/N into his room & shut the door behind them, taking his own phone to swipe the button to pay the song once again through the room as Y/N turned to look at him, standing flush to his burning hot torso.

“When I first saw you, The end was soon, To Bethlehem it slouched, And then, it must've caught a good look at you,” Bucky began at the start this time, hands snaking gingerly around plump hips that he had dreamed of holding since Y/N had stepped boot into the compound, Y/E/C orbs studying him & how fast he picked up on the way to speak to her was music.

“Give your heart and soul to charity, 'Cus the rest of you, The best of you, Honey, belongs to me,” he continued, gently leaning down to sing on soar lips taking in each other’s scent, Bucky knew Y/N scented it, she had heightened senses though she had been born with it unlike him, Y/E/C orbs sparkling with unshed tears, flesh hand moving to cup bruised cheek to catch the tear before it fell.

Ain't it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves

Gentle kiss, needy, heated, but not painful, bandaged hands going to his hips, careful of the heallacious gash she had to hold pressure to while it healed itself, but still it was a lot of blood, it required stitches & was still tender.

Ain't it like thunder under earth, the sound it makes

Tongue probing at lip that split for an instant to allow a taste of hot metal to linger between them, scorching hand snaking to the back of clammy neck to keep lips close & breath shaking with want.

Ain't it exciting you, the rumble where you lay

“Ain't you my baby, ain't you my babe,” gritty voice continued, slow walking back to the couch, turning Y/N before clothed calves hit the cushion, turning with curvaceous body in his arms to sit first then pull thick thighs to straddle his own, giving Y/N control & the opportunity to pull away if she wanted it to stop.

“Nothing fucks with my baby, nothing can get a look in on my baby, nothing fucks with my baby, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing,” this time his voice dark as he sung over panting lips, ample hips rutting at his, swearing Y/N was soaking through her leggings as throbbing clit rubbed over growing bulge.

If I was born as a blackthorn tree

“We can stop,” he breathed out, hands on plump hips, Bucky needed to feel her move.

I'd wanna be felled by you

“No,” was a calm reply from the woman that swayed on his hips, pressing clothed core harder into engorged man hood that pulsed.

Held by you

More rutting as metal & flesh snuck under baggy sweater to push it up, breaking the kiss as it was tugged over her head easily. Y/N settling back on his thighs to place sore hands gingerly on her own to look down at the soldier, he knew how she felt about her body as hands went to cup her face.

Fuel the pyre of your enemies

“Come here baby, you're perfect,” he breathed out, pulling her to his lips before freeing them to slide down her shoulders to snake around to reach the back of her bra to unlatch it.

Ain't it warming you, the world gone up in flames

Bandaged hand going to stubbled cheek while unbandaged handmade it's way to the hem of his shirt to push it up easily, both had matching bandages wrapped around damaged torsos, Bucky breaking for her to tug it free & fling it behind her.

Ain't it the life you, your lighting of the blaze

Bucking of hips, his own reacting to match hers, sitting forward to wrap strong arms around her & pull Y/N tight, tongue caressing over hers not wanting a fight for dominance as flesh hand ghosted over the bandage to the band of the leggings, sliding in to rub through wet folds.

Ain't it a waste they'd watch the throwing of the shade

Bucking out in need, while an “I need you,” whispered across split lips as the kiss was broke.

“Ain't you my baby, ain't you my babe,” sung on panting lips, drinking in the look of ample breast thrust out as two digits dipped into soaking hole, earning a whimper that made a grunt of approval leave his throat.

“Nothing fucks with my baby,” husky voice growled down her throat, lips falling to kiss between ample breast to elicit a soft moan as he moved to take a pert bud into his mouth to suck & punish harshly with teeth & tongue.

Nothing can get a look in on my baby

Fingers retreating to halt her impending orgasm, Y/E/C orbs looking down to him in puzzlement, his hand falling to his pants to unbutton, shocked she reached to the knife sheaf she knew he always kept strapped to his side. Y/N pulled the knife free with a  snap of the button unbandaged hand going to the band of the pants to pull it away from plump belly to cut the elastic, throwing the knife to the floor as metal & flesh grabbed the tear to jerk hard. The sound of ripping fabric & a primal growl of need echoing around them as the shredded leggings fell to the wayside.

Nothing fucks with my baby

Nimble fingers going to erect man hood to wrap around his girth to give him a pump, sliding forward as metal & flesh guide plump hips to where Bucky wanted her. The soldier letting out a moan himself as wet cunt teased leaking cock through readied slit, breath shaking as she finally began to sink over the throbbing organ enjoying the stretch & burn it caused. Shiver running up her spine to make a raspy whimper release from dry throat.

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

Arms wrapping around his neck to pull flush to the soldier, head falling into the crook of heated neck as he did that same, well-endowed member filling juicy cunt perfectly, slow to move his hips, but would stop if Y/N asked. Careful, oh, so careful because the soldier knew HIS Y/N hurt worse than him. The newest Avenger had been at the center of the blast, next to the chaos, she should be dead, gentle kiss to shivering shoulder as a shaky breath was let out & plump hips began to move with his.

It started again, the song, but tender lips took the others in haste, picking up the pace for flesh hand to slip around her throat to push her up for sore lips to fall to pert nipple, pinching the other with metal fingers that caused a raspy moan to escape. Y/N aching hands delicately holding to the forearm of the one around soft neck arching out to buck hard, rubbing aching clit.

“Bucky… I need…,” she tried to say, gentle squeeze to tender throat quieting her for a moment.

“Hold on baby…,” he rasped up to her, Y/H/C head thrown back in ecstasy as needy cock throbbed inside tightening cunt letting out a growl from deep in his chest.

“The best of you, Honey, belongs to me,” Bucky gasped out, his end fast approaching as he pulled the shaking form over him down to tender lips, kissing harshly, moving to lay Y/N to the couch, still gentle as he laid her flat, snapping hips hard into greedy cunt to make her yelp out a need to cum.

Ain't it exciting you, the rumble where you lay

“Ain't you my baby, ain't you my babe, cum for me baby,” Bucky rasped out as it seized them, the trembling form under strong body moaning out her release to echo around the room, black vision creeping in as it released, body under Bucky convulsing & both rode it out on the other before both went lax a panting heap.

“Nothing fucks with my baby,” Bucky sang to HIS Y/N as curvaceous body shivered with her high, spent cock slipping free to hover over her looking down into hooded lids careful of wounded body as he wrapped an arm gingerly around wounded midriff to lift the blissed-out creature up to be flush to scorching body & laying back with her draped over him.

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

“Got ya baby,” he breathed out careful of injuries as they both settled to listen to the softly playing song.

“I'm your baby then,” Y/N sighed out, relaxing into strong yet relaxed frame, the first time in a week since she had felt like she could, hands skating over the bandage on once gaping hole.

“You belong to me Y/N & nothing fucks with my baby,” he echoed, leaning down to take puffy lips in a deep kiss tongues caressed as the song continued to play.

“You will stay here, with me & the others for the holidays. No need to worry about being left out baby, you're mine now, intend on keeping it that way, always mine,” he breathed out, gentle caress over exposed spine & the bandage that wrapped her ribs.

“OK, nothing fucks with my baby,” Y/N smiled up at him now, making him recall how vicious the mutant had been in the fight when anyone had come at him.

“Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing,” the soldier finished for her as both settled to snuggle close, eyes trying to stay open as strong arms wrapped under Y/N’ limp body to pull her to strong chest to carry to the bathroom to get cleaned & to his bed so they could stay close.

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