Summary; Tom Hiddleston is a vicious mob boss who is looking for his fatherâs killer, his reputation is depending on it and he wonât give up until he finds that man, and you my sweet little Y/N is the weirdest and the best thing that happened to him all his life.
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Left behind on Caladan, Y/N Atreides rules in her fatherâs absenceâuntil the Harkonnens come to finish what was started on Arrakis.
She offers them a single chance:
Trial by combat.
If she wins, her people are spared. If she loses, everything is taken.
She loses.
But death is not what awaits her.
As the last known Atreides, she becomes a piece in a far greater gameâone that binds her fate to Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen and drags her into the heart of the Imperiumâs cruelty.
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Chapter Three ''The First Night''
Y/N Atreides felt as if she was a ghost in a shell, being dragged by her ladyâs maid Sammi, who was ordered by Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, ââGet her bathed.ââ it was all he said, not even looking at her. Then, he left the Great Hall, barking orders, ââCaladan has fallen, spread the news through the Imperial channels and order the commanders to cease the attack.ââ
A pause.Â
 ââI have won!ââ
It had been hours since that claim, Y/N was washed by Sammi and other ladyâs maids, Sammi was the head maid of hers. Every single soul moved in grieving silence, she could see the fear and concerns in their eyes, Sammi remained close the entire time, dismissing anyone who stared too long at the wound on her side. After being washed, they did her hair specifically in Atreides braid, Sammi made sure of it, a quiet act of defiance from the servants, he might have ââwonââ but it was their land. ââMy lady..ââ the old woman, Sammi spoke with hesitance first, ââYes, Sammi?ââ her ladyship urged her, she was gazing at herself through the mirror before her, sitting on a comfortable chair yet she had no comfort at all. ââDo you think he willâŠââ she swallowed, ââvisit you tonight?ââ Y/N knew what the old woman had meant, and gods knew how frightening that made her to her bones. ââI hope not Sammi.ââ Y/N whispered, Sammi was the only one she felt close enough to speak not even her own mother Lady Jessica⊠and with that she remembered that she had no mother anymore, her shoulders fell, she lowered her head and Sammi saw her ladyâs shouldersâ started shaking and tiny sobs could be heard. She bowed, and took her leave.Â
Y/N Atreides was alone in her bedchambers. Truly alone. Woods in the fireplace were crackling, matching the sounds of the waves crashing to the rocks at the bottom of the castle. The orangey color of the fire dancing on the stone walls of the room. She was sitting on the floor, before the fire on a rug which was made of bear fur, she was hugging her knees as she was sobbing like a little girl, that fighter Duchess from earlier today completely disappeared. Only a grieving girl remained. She only realized how many hours she had been there when her legs and chest ached from squeezing herself as she cried, then she managed to lift herself and stumbled to her cold bed. Her legs protested immediately, her entire body was stiff from the fighting already.
It was very late, the sky full of shiny stars, she got under the fresh covers, felt at least a bit at ease as she drifted to sleep. She felt something close to safety, not much, only a fragment, a fleeting illusion inside the walls that did not belong to her anymore.Â
Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen spent the day giving military orders, having his men arrest anyone who tried to fight, he settled his men for the watch, instructed them to be careful with the Atreides soldiers, they were still loyal to the Duchess Atreides⊠the sea-roseâŠÂ
He was seated on the head chair in the strategy room with his soldiers when dinner was brought to him, a bowl of fish soup (he could tell any dishes with fish was common here), bread and rice. He knew he needed a chief tester, these Atreides servants didnât utter a single word to him but their eyes talked. They wanted him gone. Before the servant girl left after placing his food on the table he stopped her, and ordered her to taste the food for him. He wasnât going to lose one of his well skilled men over poisoned food.The girl bowed her head and did what she was told, Feyd-Rautha watched intently to see if the poor girl was stupid enough to poison his food, the girl took small bites and Feyd made her wait for a few seconds, she had no reaction. ââDismissed.ââ and the girl ran away.Â
ââNa-Baron,ââ one of his commanders, ââWe shall leave you to rest.ââÂ
Finally he was alone in the strategy room, the holograms of maps before him, a few disks of information scattered on the large table, he ate his food with the eternal sounds of waves and his dark thoughts drifted to her.Â
He took Caladan, the ancestral home of the Atreides, finally fallen and fell to their enemy, the Harkonnes. His uncle, Baron Vladimir Harkonnen had ordered him to take Caladan and eliminate the last member of the House Atreides, the recent Duchess Y/N Atreides. On his way coming here, as he was feeding his murky mind with the information on her, Feyd-Rautha had decided on something else, a power move. ââKeep the Duchess.ââ Something from the depths of his mind spoke to him, and he wondered what would happen, the time was going to tell for it was too late to get rid of her now. The entire ââKnown Galaxyââ now knew that the Harkonnens took over Caladan and let the Duchess live to show ââgood faithââ, to his surprise Emperor Padishah Shaddam sent him a message of congratulations and specifically thanked him for changing his mind and letting her live âŠ.
Maybe the Emperor wanted her to survive since her father, Duke Leto Atreides was a cousin of the royal blood and killing her would make other houses revolt or conspire against the Emperor.Â
He left the room and walked around the castle walls to find a servant to escort him to Duke Letoâs bedchambers which now belonged to him, soon he was successful and once he entered the grand chambers his sneaky eyes scanned the space. The fireplace was lit, and glowglobes were hanging in the air with their soft orangey lights. One of the walls held Duke Letoâs father Minotauros Atreidesâ large oil paint portrait, double doors which opened to a large balcony with seating area. Inside a tempting bed which looked softer than what he was used to waiting for him, the floors had carpets which were sent from Arrakis, he could smell the melange. His feet took him to the bathing chambers to get rid of the sweat and tiredness of the day.
After his shower he wore a simple set of fleeting linen pairs and laid on the bed that was his now. His blue eyes were on the engraved ceiling, tracing the lines. His mind kept dwelling on the duel, she almost killed him, Feyd got so irritated with the idea of her not being afraid and openly asking for trial by combat, he left the bed and started pacing the room bare feet. His hand went to his wound which was a gift from her, sleep wasnât going to visit him anytime soon so decided to explore, searching the wardrobe of the late Duke, checking the drawers here and there and he found something.Â
A photo of them, all together, smiling. Feyd wasnât familiar with the concept of ââfamilyââ so it puzzled him. Why would a man like Duke keep a simple, sentimental piece of photograph in the drawer of his bedside table where he could hide a weapon to protect himself?Â
To him this was stupid and got Duke killed.Â
He studied the photo longer than he meant to, the Duke was between his children, Paul and Y/N, his hands on their shoulders, physical closeness astonished him, and the bright smiles on their faces, the children must have been 7, maybe 8 years old. Duke had darker hair and beard than a few days ago, before he passed. Â
No one stood like that near Na-Baron, no one smiled in his presence. He found himself resenting the photo. He was about to throw the photo back into the drawer but then he slipped it inside the linen pantsâ pocket, with a single thought he left the Dukeâs bedchambers, he analyzed the castleâs architecture before so his feet knew where to take him.Â
The guards waiting at her door were his now, they bowed immediately without a single word, ââLeave us.ââ he ordered and the bald headed men in black uniforms disappeared into the dark halls. His hand went to the knob, pushed for a second, listened but heard nothing. Was she asleep? It was a late hour after all. He gave the door a push and it opened, through the creak he saw the burning fireplace, and two chairs before it, he slithered in like a snake and shut the door silently.Â
There she was, under the soft, golden color of cotton sheets, her back was turned to him so all he saw was her long hair spilling from the pillow and falling down, his eyes traced the length of her hair, of course he knew in most planets most people had bodyhair, or natural long hair, he had slept with many slaves like that but on his planet and his genes didnât allow him to even grow eyelashes. The glowglobs orangey lights danced on her hair, he approached.Â
Feyd-Rautha stood over her like a predator, watching her sleep, she was holding something inside her palm and it looked like a golden hawk pendant, cutting inside her palm, there was even dry blood. He sighed in disbelief, first warrior Duchess, then a little girl smiling at the camera and now sleeping beauty. She was an enigma.Â
Feyd moved to sit on one of the chairs facing the fireplace, his gaze on the flames.Â
Feyd lost count of minutes, maybe hours listening to the crackling of the fire and the Duchessâ mournful sobbing in her sleep, he was in trance and didnât realize of her waking up.
Y/N didnât believe it at first, she felt this lurking presence in her space thanks to her Bene Gesserit training and opened her eyes slowly and turned, towards the fireplace, she saw a sitting silhouette and mistaken it for Sammi, however when her eyes adjusted to the light she felt her heart beat rise in panic, he was here, in her private bedchambers. What was she supposed to do? It was his castle now, he could do whatever he desired and no one could speak up, she winched in pain when the sharp edge of the pendant she was holding hurt her palm and he spoke with his raspy voice, ââYou cry loudly for someone trained by witches.ââ
She realized he had been here for a while.Â
He got to his feet, to her surprise he looked like a boy under this light in a soft linen set, he approached her bed and did something.Â
He took the pendant from her palm, and pressed a silk, black handkerchief to her small wound.Â
ââDid your father teach you to fight like that?ââ
He was back on the chair again, not facing her which made her a bit at ease, she sat on her bad, pressing the handkerchief into her palm, ââBoth of them did.ââÂ
Feyd tried so hard not to snap his head at her, could mothers also teach their daughters to fight? Where he came from he was taught that noble ladies were to be bred and unite two houses. And the none noble ones were to the menâs enjoyment for there were very sick things one couldnât project on their noble born wives.Â
ââYour fatherâs chambers are comfortable.ââ He said that to sting her, it wasnât her fault that Feyd-Rautha was brought up by his freak uncle but Feyd felt resentment towards her.Â
No answer came from her side, he sighed and got up again, she was carefully watching him. He pulled out the photo from his pocket and placed it next to her on the bed and left without a single word.Â
Y/N had to cover her mouth to suppress her primal scream.Â
The grim morning came to Caladan, the lights of the morning sky seeped through the white curtains of her bedchambers and she stirred, then her senses came to her. She sat on her bed with a sore body, the duel, getting injured, almost killing and dying, and his visit⊠the memories came rushing to her, she took few deep breaths and closed her eyes and started praying, holding the silk, black handkerchief
"I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."
Soon Sammi softly knocked, over the years Y/N knew which servant was knocking on her door, ââCome in.ââ and the old lady walked in, ââMy Lady, letâs get you ready.ââ She looked uncomfortable, ââSammi, is something to matter?ââ Y/N asked leaving her bed, Sammi closed the heavy door behind her and whispered, ââNa-Baron wishes to have breakfast with you, in the formal dining hall.ââÂ
Y/N nodded and let Sammi help her. She chose a deep purple, velvet dress with a gold chain belt around her waist and gold jewelry to go with it, Sammi used oils on her skin to moisturize and make her look as if she wasnât mourning for her home, she had to look undefeated, for her father, mother and Paul. Before Sammi could braid her long and soft hair she raised her hand, ââLeave it.ââ Y/N was going to test a theory today. ââYes, my Lady.ââ Sammi trailing behind her they walked to the formal dining hall, the heavy doors were open and there he was, seated at the head of the table on the high chair her father used to sit, she had to control her face. ââGood morning.ââ Na-Baronâs raspy voice echoed slightly in the hall, there was a plate for her close to him, not on the far end of the table. Reluctantly she sat, didnât wait for to be addressed to sit, it was her home still. Even though she seemed distant her calculating eyes were slightly picking up on Na-Baron, how he leaned back while holding his goblet, his blue eyes on her bouncy and wild hair, was she correct in her assumptions? She had to collect more evidence. ââHowâs your palm?ââ he asked directly, ââVery well, thank you.ââÂ
Feyd took a sip of the wine, ââEat. Youâre going to show me your planet. If I rule Caladan I ought to know.ââÂ
Y/N only nodded in return, she had no intention of speaking to him more than necessary or to anyone, however, Na-Baron was demanding a tour, and she had no choice but to oblige. The breakfast passed quietly, she could feel his snake-like gaze on her, how she ate, slight cleavage that her dress showed, her straightness as she was sitting. Y/N wasnât the only one who was collecting data.Â
The first started with the nearest fishing town to the castle, escorted by Harkonnen soldiers, what Feyd noticed was that commoners still bowed to her as she walked past them, she gave them generous smiles and nod, he couldnât help but grow more grim.
Why was she loved so much?Â
Didnât they know that she lost and Caladan fell?
He had these strange inklings inside his chest, he did not know how to name them but they were new and very dominant at the moment. Feyd demanded to see the fishing products and how the system worked, packaging and shipping to other planets and she took him to the port. All of the commoners who work there bowed, she calmly asked the head fisherman come forward and speak, explaining how the system works and an old man approached, he had long white beard, and hair, his skin darker due to being under the sun all his life, he bowed to her first, then the Na-Baron.
The old man explained everything to Feyd in detail, Feyd was pleased, and then something happened. Y/N asked about what the old man needed and if there any issues because of the battle yesterday and the old man swallowed the lump in his throat and spoke about losing some of his men and fisher boats, Y/N reached for the old manâs hands to hold them, Na-Baron grew stiff beside her with disbelief, a noble woman touching a commoner right before his eyes, and the fact that she belonged to him, Feyd never liked sharing. He cleared his throat, giving three seconds in his mind before he ordered the old manâs execution but Y/N politely nodded at the man, said she would look into whatever she could and let his hands go.Â
Y/N noticed the way Feyd looked after the interaction, angry, bothered and uncomfortable. She noted.
The next spot on their tour, with her request, was the cemetery of the house Atreides.Â
It was on top of a green hill, the wind was sharp here, Feyd could see her ancestorsâ graves, she bowed before the graves, it puzzled him. They were dead. There was one of Duke Leto as well but empty. She rose to her feet and turned to him, the breeze was tossing her wild hair, the skirts of her velvet dress, the enormous waves were crashing at the bottom of the hill, ââIf-ââ she began, lowered her head first then her eyes gazed around her, not ready to face him, he waited for her to continue, standing proud and tall in his jet black uniform. ââIf by any chance his body can be found.. I would like him to return home and be buried here.ââ Y/N hesitant and yet had to ask, it was her fatherâs wish to be buried next to his own father and other family members. Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen was astound, he opened his mouth to say it was impossible or he wasnât the one who took Arakkis so how could he kow.. but he closed his mouth, he let the silence linger for he realized how hard it was for her to ask something like this from a man who took her home. Her eyes were searching his blue orbits, she seemed calm yet she was peeling the skin of her finger.
ââI will see what I can do.ââ Feyd replied, it was neither a yes or no because he was also interested if Glossu ââthe Beastââ Rabban, his older brother, did something to the Dukeâs body or left it in the desert to rot.Â
ââShall we head back, sea-rose?ââ he extended his hand to her, she looked at his pale hand and up his face, then she walked down the hill on her own.Â
Later that night she excused herself to her chambers, sent her apologies to the Na-Baron for she was too tired to dine with him. In truth, all day she felt as if she was walking on a sharp blade, his dark presence towering above her, observing her every move. He was an unstable man and it was obvious that for the rest of her days (how many she had no idea) she had to play this smart. Y/N Atreides bathed with roses and then got under the covers to get sleep, tomorrow was going to be another tiring day.Â
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Chapter 18
The clothes she was ââgiftedââ were 100% pure fabric, she had a simple silk dark grey midi skirt, she checked the brand before wearing it, she was right. It was a vintage skirt, her top was a basic white top that was compressed and it was long sleeved, she refused to wear the heels that she could see, so many pairs on glass shelves, she was back in the room she had woken up yesterday, the bedroom had a built in closet that was full of silk, linen, satin and cotton clothes, since she had the whole day she checked them one by one. The clothes were mostly in white, grey, beige, black and dark navy colors. He was a man of simplicity and chicness.Â
She moved to the vanity to brush her hair before the mirror. She had basic and yet effective skin care products which were placed by the same maid she saw before, a young girl in her 20s, speaking only German. After brushing her hair she applied moisturizer on her face, neck. She was hesitant at first to do her make up, after all she was a prisoner here, kidnapped and trapped in a penthouse. Yet again she had to play the game to survive and to show him that he could talk to her, she was planning to listen and observe and maybe learn valuable information to use it. The penthouse was silent and she decided to ââexploreââ, one white door opened to a library and she gasped in awe. So many books, in different languages. There was a comfy seating area where one could pick a book and sit, read in peace. She made a mental note to come back here if her days here were to be longer than expected. She gently closed the door and decided to take the marble stairs up, the walls held oil paintings, small tables had sculptures. The house looked like a museum to be specific. With her sharp eyes she noticed the tiny red camera lights at the ceilings or near a large vase, inside a painting. She wondered if the room she was occupying had hidden cameras, that made her shiver. Surely he couldnât be that strange? She pushed the thought away and kept walking barefeet, the silk skirt grasping her thighs with soft touches, she tried a door, locked.Â
Soon she stood before a door, similar to the rest, his voice came from inside, ââCome in.ââ How could he know that she was there? She slowly opened the door and it was his study.Â
He was standing with a porcelain coffee mug, one hand in his pocket, he was in a suit again, ironed and smelled fresh mixing with his cologne. His eyes roamed over her in assessing, focused on her bare feet then up, ââI hope you are satisfied with your accommodation.ââ he began, He was by the large window, looking like a king, ââYes, thank you.ââ she simply said, ââIâll leave you to it.ââ She assumed he was busy since this was his study, a mahogany desk with a black chair, computer running and then she saw it, on the screen there were the footage of cams of the house, he had a white notebook, pens, an old telephone, it was obvious that he was much older than her but she noticed his obsession with âânostalgiaââÂ
ââNo, please. Youâre just in time actually.ââÂ
She didnât understand, he placed his mug on a nearby coffee table, ââPlease, sit.ââ he pointed to the black chair, but that was supposed to be his..Â
With careful steps she sat, ââI would like to show you something.ââ he casually said and approached, now he was behind her, his hand went to the mouse and clicked and with that she saw a footage of an old warehouse that was turned into a bar, people who look dangerous were launching, drinking. ââLet me fast forward it.ââ and in a second she saw him
Bucky and his friend Sam, guns in their hands were in now empty warehouse, Bucky looked tense, eyes focused. ââHe still has it in him, you know.ââ Baron spoke, still standing behind her chair, ââThe Winter soldier running through his veins.ââÂ
She tried hard to sit still, not letting his words get to her. ââI can bring that back, just like we, as HYDRA used to do.ââ His words were like poison, she knew about his past but she also knew the man she loved, he wasnât and will never be the Winter Soldier again. She wasnât going to let him crush her hopes. ââCome now, letâs have lunch.ââ He moved and extended his hand, with a sour feeling in her stomach she held his hand, his grip was strong like steel binding her. He smiled, a dangerous one and added, ââHow unusual you are Miss Y/L/N.ââÂ
The lunch was set in the dining hall, rich aromas filling her nostrils. He pushed her chair like a gentleman and sat at his place, ââBefore you there is Sauerbraten. A favorite of mine. Whatâs yours?ââ he placed his handkerchief on his lap, so did she, ââI like keto salad for lunch.ââ Her stomach protested but she had to eat and prove to him that she wasnât shaken to see her man on a screen, her man who was looking for her. He chuckled, a real chuckle, ââYou women and your salads. Please, Guten Appetit.ââÂ
She cut the tender meat, dipped it on the gravy on her plate and took a bite, it was delicious, ââThe meat is to be marinated for 2 weeks, maybe more.ââ He explained as he ate, ââDoes he cook?ââÂ
The question came out of nowhere, why was he interested in that?Â
ââWith me, yes.ââ she didnât intend to speak sharp but she did anyways, and that caught his attention, ââWith youâŠââ he repeated carefully, ââInteresting.ââÂ
She sipped her water to calm her nerves, ââIt is fascinating to hear about the man he has become Miss Y/L/N. I would love to hear more.ââ It wasnât a request, it was an order.
ââHe doesnât like it when I skip meals.ââ she began, noticing the change in his face, he looked curious and a tad bit of thrown off. ââHe makes coffee in the morning.ââ She took another bite of the tender meat, ââAny nightmares of old endeavours?ââ His question made her pause because there was a bite into it, ââNo, not anymore.ââ She replied confidently. ââInteresting, very interesting.ââ His red eye focused on her with a mechanic sound, it made her skin crawl, she had to get out of here.Â
ââHe wants you angry,ââ Sam spoke, ââthe second you stop thinking he wins.ââ They were gathering evidence together from the warehouse and Bucky was being hasty and missing things. Bucky sighed, shoulders falling, ââYouâre right.ââ His blue eyes were on Samâs dark ones, no words spoken after, they were on the same page:Â
Gather evidence
Call old friends for help
Because this was getting bigger than them, an ex Hydra agent kidnapped a former super soldierâs girlfriend to reach him? Surely this needed a carefully designed plan with backups.Â
Hours passed and they were under Clint Barten the Hawkeyeâs roof, on a dinner table which was prepared by his wife Laura Barten, their children helping with the plates after a delicious home cooked meal. Natasha Romanoff was there too, stomach full and ready to dive into the topic already. Soon the kids departed to their rooms, giving them a space to talk. Laura kissed Clintâs temple, such a small yet affectionate gesture that it made Buckyâs chest ache with yearning of his girl, his Y/N
After a beat Clint spoke, ââTell me who took her.ââÂ
ââBaron Wolfgang von Strucker. An ex HYDRA scientist.ââ Bucky said with distaste.Â
The room went silent, Natasha knew already, her spy skills had been picking up on Baronâs recent activities, she was just being informed and keeping her distance, waiting for the U.S Government to sign her up on a mission, Clint knew both of their stories with HYDRA. This wasnât going to be easy. ââWhat do we know about him?ââ Clint asked again, this time Natasha moved to her bag, she brought a file with her so she pulled out some photos, documents etc.Â
ââAs Bucky said,ââ she began, ââBaron was one of the leaders of the science projects back when Hydra was operating fully, he was also in charge of the Winter Soldier programme.ââÂ
Buckyâs face was blank, his blue eyes gazing on the photos, old labs, cells, his cageâŠ
ââWe thought he was MIA after Hydra fell, however in recent years my intel has picked up on movements. I made a report on Baronâs activities and sent it to the upper highs, they asked me to keep tabs on him and not intervene.ââÂ
She continued explaining about the shipments, ââWe found vaccines,ââ Sam cut, ââA few months back, me and Bucky raided one of his ships and found scientific equipment and vaccines, Bucky believes the vaccines are for super soldier serum.ââÂ
Clintâs face fell, he was concerned, ââYouâre telling me this freak wants to make more super soldiers?!ââÂ
 Bucky only nodded, ââThe substance in the vaccines are under the control of the US now but I donât know if they are the actual serums or Baron is playing us, distracting till he gets.. me.ââÂ
Clintâs eyes found his, ââAre we on our own?ââ a simple question yet they all knew what it meant. ââCan't risk her, so yes.ââ Bucky replied sharply.Â
ââSo where are they?ââ Sam cut in, arms crossed, now it was time to brainstorm.Â
Natasha pointed out some documents, ââIâve tracked some lab companies, and found ties to HYDRA funding. This one specifically,ââ she tossed the paper to Bucky, ââseveral luxury Manhattan properties were bought under a fake name.ââÂ
ââYou think he keeps her in a luxurious sky-scarper?ââ Sam was confused, ââBaron isnât a man of brutality, this is personal to him so I believe he keeps her somewhere he can see everyday. Which leads us to..ââ Natasha was a prepared woman, she pulled out a file of a skyscraper, ââsomewhere he stays. Calls home.ââÂ
ââYou sure this is it?ââ Bucky finally spoke, feeling his blood boil in anger and shame that he couldnât protect his woman. ââThe building has private security, the cameras wiped every 48 hours. Seems suspicious, doesnât it?ââ she asked casually and yet they all felt it, this was it.Â
ââHe is walking us through a maze.ââ Sam sighed, already tired but willing to help his friend.Â
That night, in the basement of Clintâs home (where he kept his high tech equipment) they searched and mapped the building, Bucky was cold, precise and efficient, like the soldier which didnât go unnoticed by his companions. Sam found a supply list to the building, imported coffee, luxury groceries etc.Â
ââYou go angry, you lose her Buck.ââ At some point Clint had pulled him aside and warned, all Bucky could do was to nod in appreciation.Â
ââGot it!ââ Natasha sounded triumphant, she managed to pull out a satellite image from todayâs early hours where Baron is by a large window sipping his coffee, in the exact building they were suspecting.Â
Somewhere above Manhattan, Y/N stood barefoot before a wall of glass, unaware that beneath the city lights, the man who loved her was finally coming to her rescue and Baron, Wolfgang Von Strucker had finally gotten what he wanted: The Winter Soldier was coming to him willingly.Â
Left behind on Caladan, Y/N Atreides rules in her fatherâs absenceâuntil the Harkonnens come to finish what was started on Arrakis.
She offers them a single chance:
Trial by combat.
If she wins, her people are spared. If she loses, everything is taken.
She loses.
But death is not what awaits her.
As the last known Atreides, she becomes a piece in a far greater gameâone that binds her fate to Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen and drags her into the heart of the Imperiumâs cruelty.
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Chapter Two ''Trial by Blood''
The grim news spread rapidly through the castle first then it reached the commonersâ ears, one by one shops closed, people retrieving their ancestors weapons from the walls that had hung for decades. In the castle walls Y/N Atreides was listening to her most trusted commanders in the strategy room. She was silent mostly, assessing and focusing on the maps that projected on the table before her, holograms showing hypothetical attacks from the Harkonnen ships and how Caladan should respond. She had many history and strategy lessons about the great wars that humanity had faced and yet she never imagined that she would find herself in one. It had been a few days since the news had reached her ball room and they have been preparing ever since. She shifted in her seat, all eyes were on her, many didnât dare to give their condolences, many still didnât want to believe that their Duke, their Lady and their future Duke had passed and the house of Atreides had limited days ahead. Her meals were brought as usual, nothing changed except the looks she got, sad, weary, grim, worried. She sat on that chair like a statue, a Duchess carved from disciple, listening to plans and plots when sudden sirens of the planetâs outer system went off, a soldier rushed in, bowed first and his eyes found hers.Â
ââMy Duchess,ââ he began out of breath, ââtheyâre here.ââ before she could even utter a sentence explosions were being dropped far ahead, shook the ground beneath them, she calmly rose to her feet, looked at her subjects with pride, at Ćeast she had loyal and good people who were ready to give their lives for her house, it was something Shaddam and the Harkonnens could not relate. ââFollow the plan, evacuate women and children first, you know what to do.ââ and she left the room. Another explosion shook the castle, closer this time. Y/N Atreides moved to a nearby balcony to see it with her own eyes, beyond the cliffs heavy and gigantic Harkonnen ships in the color of midnight black were approaching to her castle, they were still crossing the uneasy sea underneath them, she and wondered if they ever saw sea before in their God forsaken planet Giedi Prime, oil-soaked, blood soaked, hell hole of the Imperium.
Soon they had crossed the sea and the ships started to drop their soldiers one by one to the lands, gun fire could be heard. She had wondered if Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen would be among his trained dogs, fighting or hiding behind Padishah Emperor Shaddam like his uncle Baron Vladimir Harkonnen.Â
ââMy Lady..ââ a servant woman who had been her nanny and companion for so long rushed to her, the old womanâs face was pale, ââWe must escort you to safety immediately.ââÂ
Any high born Lady in this situation would be escorted from her home and taken to a new planet to survive, however, that was not her plan. If the Emperor or Baron had their own plans, so did she. She gave the old woman a smile which didnât reach her eyes, ââNo, my dear Sammi. I will be at the Great Hall.ââ Lords, ladies like her didnât have a throne room, it only belonged to the Emperor but in Caladan they had a Great Hall to greet guests or diplomats. ââAnd you will be my side,
 witnessing it all so that when this is over, someone will remember it truthfully.ââ Sammi was confused but she followed her Duchess to the Great Hall.
Y/N was wearing a pair of simple fitted beige linen pants, and a dark green tunic marked with the golden hawk of house Atreides, underneath she had light armor. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek knot, severe, controlled. Leaving nothing to distract her.Â
She took her seat on the dais, which were made of ancient trees which grew on her lands; she felt honored to be the last Atreides to be seated here. The Great Hall had large windows overlooking the sea and the morning light illuminated the hall. The green carpet on the floor caught her attention before she spoke to Sammi, ââI would like to send a message to Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. Bring my Mentat here please.ââÂ
Sammi did what she was told, soon her Mentat was bowing before her, ââMy Lady Duchess, what message would you like me to send to Na-Baron?ââÂ
Y/N swallowed before speaking, ââI demand a trial by combat.ââÂ
Mentat froze, calculating, ââBut my Lady!ââ he protested, ââ All projections indicate the same result.ââ He spoke rapidly and paused, ââYou will die.ââ
When he saw no shock or any emotion on her face the Mentat knew that it was her plan all along, to die and join her family in the afterlife. Their Duchess was going to sacrifice herself for them. The Mentat bowed lower than necessary then fell to his knees, his forehead on the green carpet, for it was his last bow to an Atreides.Â
The Great Hall did not change, it remained vast and still. Drenched in pale morning light that poured through the high windows and stretched long across the green carpet. And yet, everything felt different, as if the air itself had tightened around her, waiting.Â
First came the sound of soldiersâ heavy boots and then the double doors opened, Harkonnen soldiers entered, covered in black uniforms head to toe, lined themselves on the left and right, leaving the center empty for their Na-Baron.
And then he stepped inside, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen
It was her first time seeing her, a tall young man who was paler than the morning light which was unsettling to her, he was bald and his pale skin was a stark contrast to his jet black uniform, he walked forward, his every step was deliberate, and his blue eyes found her. She could feel her stomach turn in hatred. He did not bow and silence stretched between them, heavy. Neither of them spoke, the Caladanâs sea roared faintly beyond the windows, the only sound dared to exist between them. His snake-like eyes moved over her, not lingering, not searching but assessing.Â
ââYou stayed.ââ His raspy Harkonnen voice made her skin crawl but she did not show any reaction, ââAs you can see.ââ She replied calmly.
He took a few steps closer now, measured. ââMost would have run.ââ Feyd-Rautha wasnât easy to be speechless or shocked but here she was, last of her kind and still lingering.Â
ââAnd most would not be worth your time.ââÂ
Something flickered in his blue eyes, interest.Â
The soldiers remained still, not daring to interrupt their Na-Baron.Â
ââWhat do you want Duchess?ââ
Y/N Atreides rose slowly to her feat. The movement was deliberate, controlled and when she spoke her voice did not waver; ââI demand a trial by combat.ââ the words settled between them, when Feyd had the message from her Mentat he didn't believe it. Thought it might be a Bene Gesserit witch trick so he decided to march the halls of the castle and find her. The words settled between them, sharp.Â
For the first time, he smiled, it made her uneasy.Â
ââGood.ââ he said with a grin, ââWhat are the conditions Duchess?ââ His soldiers could not believe that their Na-Baron was about to fight a high born Lady, ââIf I win, you and your forces withdraw from Caladan. You do not return.ââ
He clasped his hands behind his back, approaching more, now he was at the bottom of the stairs to the dias, looking up at her, she could see his face clearer, plump lips, sharp jaw line, he looked nothing like his uncle Baron. One could even argue that he looked like a pretty bow, face up, lips slightly parted. ââAnd if I win?ââ he asked curious.Â
ââCaladan falls to House Harkonnen.ââ she spoke thanking her motherâs Bene Gesserit teachings, she was as calm as a stone, ââAnd I die.ââÂ
He had a cunning smirk now, face still tilted to meet her gaze, ââGreat deal.ââÂ
Silence followed, longer this time. ââYou would wager your life for them, Duchess?ââ he had to ask because in Feyd-Rauthaâs book no one deserved for him to sacrifice anything, let alone his life. ââI already have.ââÂ
Her certainty was remarkable, on his way to Caladan he did his research about her, Emperor Shaddamâs spies had sent various photos of Y/N Atreides ruling as Duchess, helping the commoners, planting in her private gardens, visiting her ancestorsâ graves. He read reports of the way she ruled as a Duchess and it had confused him, so devoted. It made him curious about being devoted to something or someoneâŠÂ
ââNo hidden conditions?ââ he asked not trusting, she wasnât just an Atreides, he knew that she was getting lessons from the witches. ââNone. The terms are clear.ââÂ
He studied her again, slower this time, ââVery well.ââ the words settled in the room, ââThen we fight.ââ he said, shocking his subjects again. ââWhat weapon do you choose?ââ
ââBlades.ââ she replied as she climbed down the stairs, walked past him, her tunic slightly touching his arm, she moved to nearby table to get her weapon, ââNo shields.ââ she added.
ââBold.ââ he pulled out his Holtzman shield which was attached to his rib, turned it off and tossed it to a soldier. ââNa-Baron-ââ his soldier protested and with one swift motion of his wrist the soldier fell to the ground with a tiny dagger in his throat, the shield falling next to his dead body.Â
ââWas that necessary?ââ She asked as she was sharpening her sword which was given to her by her father Duke Leto Atreides, the handle had diamonds in the shape of their hawk. He just gave her an annoyed look and barked an order to his men, ââClear the hall!ââÂ
In seconds his men left, only Sammi was left, Y/N moved her head to give her a signal, it was her choice, staying or running, Sammi stayed.Â
ââOne more thing,ââ she began withdrawing his sword, ââIf you had run,ââ almost thoughtfully he spoke, ââyou might have lived.ââÂ
ââAnd you would have followedââ she clapped back, Y/N had a feeling Feyd-Rautha would not rest until he found her. It pleased him to hear her saying that, ââPerhaps.ââ he sighed, ââTry not to disappoint me, pretty Duchess.ââ
ââTry to keep up, Harkonnen.ââ
First blow unexpectedly came from Y/N, directly at his throat that was exposed but he blocked it, however she could see that he was startled, steel collided with a sharp crack that echoed through the Great Hall. His blue eyes for a split second shone with the shock, then he recovered quickly and blocked the blow with his own sword, black, probably made from obsidian. ââThere it isâŠââ he breathed circling her like a predator, ââShow me again, storm-rose.ââ the name slid from his tongue like something unfamiliar. She did not react but struck again, faster this time. Her Bene Gesserit training mixed with combat lessons made Feyd-Rautha feel respect towards her, a feeling he never knew he could conjure.Â
A feint to his side, then a sharp turn towards his ribs. He twisted, the blade grazing fabric but not flesh. He laughed hard, pleased. ââYes⊠again!ââÂ
Their blades met in flurry now, sharp, rapid and unforgiving. Y/N moved with precision, each motion economical, disciplined. Years of training revealed in every angle of her blade, she pressed him, drove him back, forced him to yield ground. He didnât mind, in fact he seemed to enjoy it. ââCarefulâŠââ he murmured, circling again, his eyes as deep as Caladanâs gushing waters, menacing. ââYouâre starting to look dangerous, sea-rose.ââÂ
She answered with steel, why was he calling her that? It made her blood boil with hatred. A sharp upward strike, he blocked again but he was slow this time. Her blade cut across his side, a thin line of crimson bloomed against black. Feyd-Rautha stilled and looked down, touched it with his pale fingers, the crimson looked much dominant on his fingers, then he looked back at her and smiled, ââGood.ââ and this time he moved first. He was fast, sharp and more violent, she knew about the arena of Giedi Prime and how brutal fighters could be and Feyd undoubtedly was trained there. His strikes came harder now, they were both sweating, he was forcing her to shift, block, and to step back. However, she adapted, and met him with every blow, she turned his force against him. Their blades locked, they were close now, too close. His face was inches from hers, his breath steady and eyes bright under the morning lights. He looked as if he was fighting to find the words to say something to her and she didnât want him to manipulate her so she shoved him back with sudden force and struck again.Â
She slipped past his guard, her blade rose, and stopped at his throat, unmoving. The sharp tip of the blade pressed just enough to promise death. ââYieldââ she said. Silence followed. The sea roared faintly beyond the windows. For a moment Feyd-Rautha did nothing, then a soft laugh escaped his plump lips, ââSo certain..ââ he murmured, ââsea-rose.ââ and he moved but not away from her or not to strike her blade. His weapon snapped upward in a sudden precise motion, catching the binding at the base of her sleek knot.Â
Her long and silken hair fell down her shoulders all at once, for a smallest friction of a second it disrupted her. A strand crossed her vision and her focus broke. And he saw it. His blue gaze shifted to her hair, something unfamiliar flickered across his face, ââbeautifulâŠââ he whispered under his breath.Â
Then he acted. His hand shot forward, seizing her wrist, first physical contact. He twisted her wrist hard, pain flared up her arm, and she screamed in pain, her composure of a statue wavering. He stepped in, too close for her to strike again, He drove his forehead into hers, the impact shattered her focus, his blade slid across her side, not deep but enough. She staggered back, he pressed forward, relentless now, she tried to recover but the pain in her head and wrist were distracting her, Y/N blocked one strike, then another and yet her rhythm was gone. Feyd drove her back step by step, she faltered and fell. Her blade slipped from her grasp, skidding across the stone. Before she could even reach it he was there, above her. His blade was at her throat, silence returned to the hall other than their rapid breathing, sweat was glistening their skins. Her hair laid around her now, loose and unbound. Two enemies' eyes met, she had almost killed him and he knew it.Â
His blade didnât press any further. His gaze lingered, not on the weapon but on her. ââyou almost had meâŠââ Feyd-Rautha Harkonen said calmly, ââsea-rose.ââÂ
She lost, and with that notion she could speak freely, ââI am not yours to name. Finish me and end my house once and for all.ââ That was the deal. Y/N wondered if her family felt the same things in their last moments⊠She welcomed death with open arms.Â
Seconds past and his blade didnât move. He crouched down, his breath fanning her face, he seemed to have contemplated something in his dark mind, then with a swift motion he withdrew the weapon and placed it back in its sheath. Her Bene Gesserit mind was suggesting something dangerous, a new outcome.Â
ââKill me!ââ she yelled this time. ââThat was the deal.ââÂ
From the beginning Feyd knew she was suicidal and didnât want to win, just die in an honorable way, and he played her. Feyd made her think that she was going to die in her ancestral home at a young age, one thing about Feyd he loved to prove people wrong.Â
ââCaladan is mine and so are you.ââ He simply explained, back of his bloodied fingers tracing her cheek now with tenders that didnât belong to someone like him. Her eyes wide, she was struggling to come up with protest without cursing his entire bloodline. Feydâs tender fingers now squeezed her cheeks and lifted her face with force, ââMy war prizeâŠââÂ
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Left behind on Caladan, Y/N Atreides rules in her fatherâs absenceâuntil the Harkonnens come to finish what was started on Arrakis.
She offers them a single chance:
Trial by combat.
If she wins, her people are spared.
If she loses, everything is taken.
She loses.
But death is not what awaits her.
As the last known Atreides, she becomes a piece in a far greater gameâone that binds her fate to Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen and drags her into the heart of the Imperiumâs cruelty.
A/N: Here I am with another Feyd-Rautha fanfic. I've read the main series of Dune by Frank Herbert and I'll be adding details from the books, Feyd will appear on the 2nd chapter, don't worry, other than that please enjoy and let me know. xxx
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Chapter One ''Before the Fall''
Caladanâs grey sky wept for the departure of its Duke, Leto Atreides. One could hear the waves violently crushing to the rocks in the distance, their echoes carrying through the cliffs like a mourning hymn. Y/N Atreides, now Duchess was standing proud and tall in her green ceremonial gown, the color of her house, her long hair braided in elegant style, not a strand out of place, she watched soldiers marching to the ships, her family standing before her, her father, mother and her brother, ready to leave the ancestral land. Leto, palmed her cheeks, his brown eyes on her teary ones, ââYou are the Duchess now, my blood. Make me proud.ââ he kissed her forehead, ââI shall.ââ She promised, then her mother followed, Lady Jessica was Letoâs concubine, thus she could never have the title of ââDuchessââ however, she trained her daughter to be such, Jessica only looked into her eyes and Y/N could see what her mother wanted, ââBe just like your father in ruling, be sharp like me and most importantly serve the Imperium.ââ
Last but not least, she got a warm hug from Paul Atreides, her twin, her accomplice.
The entire day she stood proud and tall but once at night when she reached her bed chambers she let go of her Bene Gesserit training and collapsed on the cold floor, crying.
First days of her being a Duchess was her copying her father, answering to questions just like her, however, one of her and Letoâs most trusted Mentat warned her affectionately about the matter ââYou are not the Duke.ââ he said, ââYou are the Duchess.ââ
and thus she started to add her own personality and perspectives. After getting the first memocorder from Paul she was more relieved to hear that her family was settling into the palace in Arrakis, a palace which was built by the Harkonnes 80 plus years ago, Y/N tried not to think of the Harkonnes, the thought alone unsettled her, due to the fact that their houses were in blood feud for thousands of years and despised each other. They were the ones who were placed at the god forsaken land of desert by the Emperor Padishah Shaddam Corrino IV, and ruled under his name for decades, extracting spice for the known universe as they fought the actual inhabitants of the land. The rumors of the Harkonnesâ iron grip on the poor folk travelled in the entire Imperium, nevertheless no Major or Minor houses disagreed as long as they got spice. It made her sick. She only hoped that her father, Duke Leto Atreides would patch up things between the Imperium and Fremen. Build peace with the Fremen instead of ruling over them. She couldnât fathom the idea of an alien, an outsider coming to her land and enslaving her and her people.
Soon Y/N Atreides started to visit the common folk, fishermen, farmers and merchants, making sure everything is under control and trade is moving smoothly. She and her Mentat took note of the requests of her people diligently, she could see the effect she had on her people. Their eyes would shine, heads bowed in respect.
After months of being a Duchess, handling her people, trade and maintaining a civil and peaceful relations with other planetsâ rulers via correspondence she threw a ball in the name of her father to honor him and his rule in Arrakis. She sent invitations to nearby systems and got positive feedbacks, her servants worked for weeks to put the Castle Caladan in good shape, the castle was the Atreidesâ ancestral home for over ten thousand years, sitting on a rock which overlooked the sea, the waves crashing and bringing the smell of salt through the windows.
For a moment, everything felt stable.
The music filled the ball room, tables full of the fish and wine that Caladan was famous for, the lord, ladies, everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, however she did notice the looks she got from them as she walked and talked. She was dressed in the color of Atreides, a green ceremonial gown, adorned with gold laces around her waist, a thin yet golden tiara on her head, her braid falling to her back, she looked positively fresh and very much a Duchess.
ââMy Lady Atreides, Caladan flourishes under your reign..ââ
ââYou honor your father greatly..ââ
ââYour grace does not go unnoticed..ââ
She accepted the compliments with a calm smile, ââI serve as I must.ââ Her gaze fell on the one empty seat which was for the Emperor, he had sent her his apologies, he wasnât in the position of travel due to his age and he wished her a bountiful and cheerful event.
Even through the music one could hear the waves crashing to the rocks, a windâs mystical whistle, chill of the vast sea seeping through the high windows, she sighed and looked around the ball room, paintings of her forebears hanging on the walls, a huge bullâs head or stagâs between paintings, the flag of House Atreides, a golden hawk on a green surface. She was happy and content. It was a shame really for she was about to hear the most dreadful news that would change the course of her future..
The heavy wooden doors of the ball room were pushed open by soldiers, her Mentat and a high ranking, gloomy expressioned soldier entered the room, she knew him. He was old, way older than her father, she knew he had served her grandfather as well. The Mentat and the soldier bowed before her wooden seat, it was on a high platform so she could see the room entirely. ââRise.ââ She ordered, ââMy DuchessâŠââ he began, voice stern, ââArrakis has fallen..ââ three words. Three words that meant the end of everything. She could feel the noblefolkâs eyes on her, the music stopped, the conversations died. She did not react, after a pause she dared to ask, ââAnd my father?ââ
ââThe Duke is dead.ââ
Something inside her stilled, her Bene Gesserit training calmed her senses so that she wouldnât react violently, ââAnd my mother?ââ
ââPresumed dead.ââ
Her breath remained even.
ââPaul?ââ
ââAlso presumed dead.ââ She could see the grief in the old manâs grey eyes, seeing the house he had served for decades was falling apart and he could do nothing but watch.
She slowly stood, still holding her wine glass. ââWho delivered this message?ââ
ââImperial channels.ââ
A flicker of ice passed through her entire body and her gaze shifted to the empty seat of Emperor Padisha Shaddam, how kind of him to send his regards..
Whispers spread like Greek fire. The nobles watched her with calculation, distance. Already, the shift had begun. The old soldier continued, ââThe attack was Harkonnen.ââ She spat on the floor to show his disrespect to the house, ââBaron Vladimir is sending his heir, Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen to Caladan to-ââ he couldnât finish and yet every single soul understood what it meant. One lord bowed swiftly, ââMy Duchess.. I must take my leave. Urgent matters require my attention.ââ
The other did the same and soon the nobles paid their respects and left the ball room in haste to leave Caladan to its fateâŠ
House Atreides no longer held Arrakis, and Caladan stood alone.
Once the noble folk left then her calm eyes found the old soldier, ââThen we prepare.ââ Her voice did not waver, not once. Because Caladan would not fall quietly.
A/N Hi guys! Here with another chapter, hope you like it! xxx
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Chapter 17
Y/N first felt the soft sheets under her, she shifted and rubbed her eyes before opening them, the sunâs bright light coming from wall to wall windows of a penthouse which she wasnât inhabiting and never seen before⊠panic took her heart and she immediately sat and checked her body for any bruises or scratches and she found none, after the realization she paused, she felt no pain, not even a slight headache. Whatever he must have used to make her faint wasnât harmful. And she remembered what had happenedâŠ
It was a normal day at work, she was organizing the displays or making quick arrangements according to the customersâ like, at lunch time, Melanie left to get some food for them and Y/N was alone, her head lifted once she heard the chime from the bell and it was him. The gentleman who sparked up interesting conversation, again he was in a clean and expensive suit, he had his regular glasses and calculated smile, ââHello Miss.ââ he greeted and she smiled, ââHello. Which ones this time?ââ she asked casually, no answer came from him first then he spoke with a cold tone ââLillies again. And a card to write a note please.ââ she obliged.Â
He wrote and waited for her to finish the bouquet, once she was done he placed the card between the lilies and clasped his hands behind his back, she was puzzled, ââArenât you going to take the flowers Sir?ââÂ
A sneaky smile found its way to his face, ââI plan on leaving them here,ââ he spoke, it sent chills to her spine, ââHowever, youâre coming with me if you want to save your man, The Winter Soldier.ââÂ
Y/N refused to cry, or panic, her body was calm but numb, ââWhat do you mean?ââ she asked coldly, her posture made Baron admire her, ââLetâs just say he is an old pet of mine, back in his HYDRA years and there are unresolved matters between us.ââ he was frank and up front, ââWhat happens if I donât come with you?ââ she had a feeling he would tell the truth. ââWell, I already found out where you two live, it looks like a happy nest. Well done, Iâm sure a woman's touch always elevates the environment.ââ He was stating facts without being hostile but she could feel the threat under his words, she had to make a choice, ââLead the way.ââ until today she wasnât aware of how much she was fond of Bucky and her depth of love towards him. She was going to whatever she needed to save him from his ghosts.Â
And now she woke up in a penthouse, a comfortable bed and minimalist yet luxurious furniture pieces around her. She slowly left the bed and found a white door which opened to a bathroom bigger than her home with Bucky, extremely clean and organized, she washed her face to calm her senses, if she wanted to survive she had to regulate her nervous system around this man. She rubbed her face with a white linen towel which felt super smooth on her skin, she left the bathroom and closed the door gently to not make any sound and she noticed how silent it was. Was she alone? Did he dump her here and left? Only one way to find out, she walked to the double white doors which stood at the center, her steps quiet on the light brown flooring. Her hand went to the golden handle, she gave it a slight movement and to her surprise it opened. Now she could hear the soft classical music coming from somewhere in this maze of a penthouse. She left the bedroom behind, started to follow the sound.Â
It was coming from the grand salon, multiple seating areas in white, carpets in the color of silver, walls beige, there was a piano overlooking the Central Park, one could see windows from bottom to the ceiling. A glass coffee table stood in the middle which had few science magazines in different languages, one white mug of coffee, her mouth watered with the delicious smell, and she could see the steam coming from it and the owner of the coffee, sitting casually in his dark grey suit, holding news papers, what struck her the most was the news papers, not being kidnapped or waking up in a penthouse. Who is still reading newspapers? Apparently him. She couldn't see his face due to the papers but his silver watch caught the morning light of the sun, before she could observe more he cleared his throat. ââMorning. Just in time for breakfast.ââ and then he lowered the newspapers, his red eye on full display. ââGood morning.ââ she replied back, not wanting to cause a scene.. yet anyways. She could see his artificial red eye scanning her from head to toe. ââAfter breakfast you may change into something, one of my servants will provide you with everything you need.ââÂ
In a normal setting one could assume he was a kind gentleman, however, this wasnât a normal setting. As he realized that she was still standing, he gestured to the couch, ââPlease do be seated.ââ This formal language made Y/N feel more nervous and afraid, she sat slowly, her gaze was around her, observing, at her back there was a door to a dining hall, soon she heard footsteps behind her but didnât dare to look. Finally he neatly folded the pacers, placed them next to his mug and lifted his mug to his lips, ââI specifically get my coffee from Ethiopia and make my servants brew the coffee in Yemen. An old tradition I would like it to continue and-ââ he lifted his mug ââvolai!ââ he took another sip, ââIâve read-ââ she began and caught his attention, she was an eccentric man so she had to play with him to get him to talk, ââbefore spreading worldwide coffee, in 15th century was being brewed in Yemen.ââ Her hands were on her lap, she still had the same clothes from yesterday, ââThat is correct.ââ was his reply.Â
Another pair of footsteps behind her and a woman, in her 20s and in a simple black skirt and white blouse appeared, said something in German to him and bowed her head slightly, without even looking at Y/N she left. ââBreakfast is ready.ââ He got to his feet, ââPlease, follow me.ââÂ
The dining hall wasnât a formal one and yet it had more furniture than she had ever owned. A white long dining table, white chairs with comfortable cushions, a giant glass vase in the middle filled with white roses. He sat at the head of the table, and her place was at the other head, keeping a distance from her. He pulled her chair, up close she could smell the detergent of his suit, she looked before her, an omelette on her plate, warm bread, coffee, water and orange juice, and fruit bowl.Â
ââGuten Appetit.ââÂ
Bucky hasn't sat down ever since he found himself at Samâs secret den. He was pacing as Sam was before a computer and making calls to a small number of people he could trust with this, because Bucky directly ordered not to get the suits involved. This was a personal matter and he was sick and tired of the U.S meddling in with his business. Sam didnât argue, he just nodded and since then he was like a machine.Â
ââGot it!ââ Sam screamed in exultant cheer, ââWhat?!ââ he asked, daring to hope. ââI have the footage of the cameras on the street of her shop. Come.ââÂ
Together they watched yesterday's footage, things seemed normal until a sleek car parked outside and there he was, Baron Wolfgang Von Strucker in a suit, once he was out the car left the street, ââWait? Where did the car go?ââ they watched it closely, after maybe 10- 15 minutes Y/N was leaving the shop with him. Without her bag, or coat, and before they disappeared into the back of the shop where there were no cameras Baron looked up at the camera slightly, and smiled. That was for Bucky. Â
ââHe knew we would watch the cams.ââ Sam sighed in frustration. Bucky had a sudden desire to punch a wall with his vibranium arm, the ground shook with the impact, ââBucky..ââ Sam kept his voice controlled, then Bucky collapsed to the ground in defeat. His shoulders low, breathing deeply, Sam came to hold his shoulder, ââI might have an ideaâŠââÂ
Before touching her breakfast she observed the precise placements on the table, everything at rightful places, clean and intentional. Baron had already begun eating, he was calm, unbothered even. As if this were a perfectly normal morning. Y/N picked up her fork, more out of strategy than hunger. She took a smile bite of fruit and it felt nice, juicy and delicious, as if she had picked it from a tree moments ago. Silence settled between them, filled only by the faint melodies of the classical music coming from the other room, ââYou donât seem to be afraid.ââÂ
Y/N swallowed before replying, ââI am.ââ She figured to be frank with him. Baronâs lips curved slightly, ââGood.ââ he said almost thoughtfully, ââFear when regulated, sharpens the mind Miss Y/L/N.ââ Her fingers tightened around the fork for a split second before relaxing again. ââYou seem to value control.ââ she deduced. ââI do.ââ He had neither hesitation nor shame, she expected him to say something smart or avert the statement. His red eye caught the light as he looked at her, ââMany in your position wouldâve reacted⊠poorly.ââ He drank his orange juice, giving her a room to speak, ââYou gave me a reason not to.ââÂ
Something flickered in his expression, his interest getting more profound, ââYour⊠attachment to him is remarkable.ââ Here we are, mention of Bucky, she couldnât help her heart rate getting faster, thankfully her face didnât betray her. ââYou used that against me.ââ She wasnât accusing, just stating facts. ââOf course.ââ he was speaking more in a German accent now that they were in his realm. ââWhat is it exactly you want?ââ she dared to ask him.Â
ââYouâre just deviation.ââ He admitted after a long pause, ââAnd Bucky?ââ she asked quieter now. ââWhat is he to you?ââ
ââAn unfinished matter.ââÂ
ââYou couldâve taken him.ââ Then she popped a piece of fruit to distract herself from sobbing, ââYes.ââ he replied casually, no denial at all. ââThen why didnât you?ââ the question lingered between them, he leaned back, his cup in his hand, ââBecause he wouldâve fought.ââ And with that her stomach tightened, ââAnd I was curious,ââ he continued, his eyes were fixed on her, ââto see what he would do ⊠if something he valued was removed from him.ââ The words settled like ice, she felt it through her body. ââYou should eat.ââ he added lightly, focusing on his breakfast like a surgeon performing surgery on a human being. ââYouâll need your strength.ââÂ
ââHe wants you to find him.ââ Sam pointed at the screen and Bucky got up, he had to, he looked at the computer screen, Baronâs smile made him want to punch the computer, he barely stopped himself. ââLook at him, he is not hiding Buck. He is performing.ââ Sam was right, ââHe took her in broad daylight,ââ Sam continued, ââNo guns no nothing. Thatâs not a man covering his tracks, thatâs a man setting a trail.ââÂ
ââA trap.ââ Bucky muttered.Â
ââYeah,ââ Sam nodded, ââan invitation.ââ Silence fell for half a second. ââWhat happened to the lead your contact got?ââ Bucky asked, after they had raided Baronâs ship one of Samâs friends got a lead on a warehouse, ââSheâs been digging into it, I can check right now.ââÂ
ââDo it.ââ Bucky tried hard not to sound desperate or clueless but time was ticking and his dark mind was going to places he didnât want to, what if she was dead in a ditch? or Worse what if he was torturing her to get information? After Sam talked to his contact about the warehouse he hung up, ââThere was an activity last night at the place-ââ before he could finish Bucky turned his heels to exit, ââLetâs go.ââÂ
When they reached the place they found no one but empty chairs, half empty glasses scattered, some cigarettes still curling smoke into the air, the dim yellow lights gave the atmosphere a suffocating vibe, ââCleared out.ââ Sam muttered, placing his gun back, ââRecently.ââ Bucky corrected, kept his gun raised as they moved between the chairs and tables, he lifted a still lit cigarette. They were close, so close and still far behind Baronâs plan.Â
Then Sam whistled to get his attention, together they walked a long hall and found an open door, inside that looked like an office, too clean and too organized. ââThis must be his place to deal with his business.ââ  Â
Buckyâs eyes moved across the heavy desk, files closed and drawers locked, there was a single white rose laying on the shiny desk, Sam exhaled slowly, ââHe knew weâd come here.ââÂ
Thank you again for taking my request, it was done beautifully!
I got another idea which I would like to share and hopefully is of your liking. I was thinking of a scenario of a young Hannibal in university getting his psychology degree where he meets reader (female) and they are the best students of the class which leads them to rivalry but they fall in love of course (in my head he doesnt hate her in fact he loves her but likes to tease her and think she is cute when frustrated)
Hope you consider the idea!
A/N: Thank you so much for this request! It takes me a long time to get to the requests so im so sorry!
Warnings: None!
''Your boy is in the cafeteria.'' your friend teased you as you settled in your seat, dropping your bag which was full of heavy psychology textbooks, pdfs of the articles that your professors had written. ''He is not my boy! Stop saying that.'' you bit back at your friend, who was also your roommate. She settled next to you, ''Aww, do you want him to sit next to you? I can move ya know!'' she winked and you rolled your eyes so back you had a sudden headache or maybe because, he, Hannibal Lecter had entered the room, with his leather brown bag, his always ironed and clean suit and his cold expression. When his maroon eyes found you you immediately lowered your head and tried to find the page your professor was going to give lecture about, Hannibal on the other hand settled onto his usual seat. Away from you but in a position in which he could see you and observe you. Ever since your first discussion with him, which was 2 years ago, he decided to be always in your ear shot and in a place where he could see you. You on the other hand wanted to shrink and disappear whenever his dark gaze landed on you, not to be misunderstood you liked a fiery discussion but there was something about his gaze that made you want to disappear into thin air, so intense and unforgiving.
During the lecture the professor's main field and topic was about ''Social Psychology'' which included. Conformity, attraction, prejudice, attitudes, and group behavior.
The class was going smoothly until you and Hannibal had another fight about ethics in society and social norms.
He was being stubborn as usual and last thing you remember was you screaming ''How can you be this hardheaded idiot?!'' after that you and Hannibal found yourselves in the professor's office. Your head low in shame, Hannibal standing proud and tall.
Your professor Mrs. Evans sighed, arms on her desk, she looked molre serious than usual and it was telling something.
''What am I suppose to do with you two?'' she said in her usual calm tone, ''You always spark up a-''
Hannibal cut in ''Conversation?'' but the professor didn't like to be interrupted, with a sharp tone she continued ''disagreement.''
Your head was low, only listening, ''I cannot continue having two of my very bright and unfortunately obstinate students argue all the time so I have an ssignment for you.'' with that you rose your head. Hannibal was a statue next to you, unmoving. ''You're goign to work on a project about each other for a week. Everyday you have to spend 5 hours with each other, in those 5 hours you will ask each other personal questions and take notes and evaluate the problems you have against one another.''
Before you could protest professor rose her hand, ''Dismissed.''
Day 1
All you did was to study at the campus' library, it was his suggestion and since you didn't have to talk inside you obliged. Throughout the 5 hours of studying you sometimes caught him staring at you, either your hands or face or your posture in general. You wanted to tell him to stop but since you were in library you kept your silence, and decided to glare at him. To his surprise he found it amusing.
Day 2
Since you exchanged landline phone numbers on the first day this time you called him,
''Its me.'' you said when he answered. ''Hello Y/N,'' he replied with a cold voice, ''Any ideas for our second date?'' continued with arrogance that you wanted to shove the phone somewhere he wouldn't like.
''This is a project and we should treat it such Hannibal.''
''I like it when you call me by my name, Y/N. And yes, there is no reason for us to be uncivil.'' he added, ''I do apologies if I have ever offended you. Where would you like to go?''
You were startled first, didn't expect him to be this indulgent. You sighed first and Hannibal had to pause after hearing that, you sounded so.. sweet
He had to calm his manhood.
''I was thinking we could grab coffee.'' she blurted out the idea she had.
''Excellent, which place?''
In an hour they met at the cafe she suggested, it was a bit cold day so she was in blue jeans, a black sweater, and a dark red scarf, she had a long black coat. Hannibal approached in his long brown coat that screamed expensive and a scarf which looked like it was made by Arachne herself. He was in a white sweater and black pants.
You greeted him, and he sat before you, crossed his legs, ''A cozy place.'' he observed, sounded calm but if she knew him better she could've noticed his uneasiness.
''I come here often, it makes me grounded and feel at home.'' she smiled to herself then sit tall, ''Anyways, I brought some papers and pens to take notes about things we like and don't like. I'm sure professor will quiz us at the end of this week aobut this... assignment.'' she sighed deeply as she laid olut the papers on the small table and Hannibal shifted on his seat, he was still astonished by the effect she had on him and she was oblivious.
Hannibal observed the way she she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, her eyes focused, ''Here.'' she handed him a paper and pen and their fingers brushed for a split second, her hand was cold. His free hand went inside his pocket to pull out his black, leather gloves, ''Wear them.'' and when he realized the utter shock in her eyes he felt... annoyed
Why was she shocked? She was so lovely when she accepted things from other people... Hannibal felt a strange sting in his chest, he had no idea why. Or maybe he wanted to surpress it...
''Your hand is cold Y/N.'' he stated the obvious fact. ''Oh... Thanks.'' she wore them.
Day 3
This time Hannibal appeared with a bag of fres and warm breakfast at her doorstep, she was already awake, no classes, she was in her oversized t-shirt and shorts as pjs since her small apartment that she shared with her roommate was warm. As she opened the door she paused, Hannibal Lecter was standing before her, in his casual yet clean clothes, first it was surprising to see him before her second in blue jeans, boots and a grey turtle neck sweater, he was holding his coat on one arm and holding a bag in the other. ''Good Morning Y/N.'' he greeted and waited for her to let him in, since it took a while he spoke again. ''I hope you'll invite me. Please forgive my unannounced visit.'' He held up his hand which was holding the bag, ''I brought breakfast.'' without a word she moved, and he walked in. She was neat, and clean. ''Your roommate isn't home I take it?''
''How do you know I have a roommate?'' she crossed her arms.
He acted innocnet and shrugged his shoulders as he placed the bag on the kitchen counter and unboxing the containers. ''I'm sure you mentinoed it before.''
She was suspicious but didn't press on it any longer.
''Smells delicious.'' she had to admit, ''Thank you, I made it.'' He moved in the kitchen as if he were living there, finding plates, fork, glasses. ''I never have breakfast.'' she started, ''Too time consuming.''
Hannibal chuckled, ''If you had someone preparing for you it wouldn't be time consuming. Here.'' he pushed the plate towards her, she took a bite and hummed in satisfaction, Thank God Hannibal was in sitting position. Every small detail of her drove him near mad, he wanted to know more, needed to to be specific.
''I hope your boyfriend don't mind.'' he preyed, playing with his omlette, ''I'm single.'' she simply replied, he was suspecting but it was nice to hear it from her.
Day 4
This time she needed to buy a dress for her friend's party which Hannibal was also invited and instead of sitting and chatting she suggested that they could go on shopping, he agreeded.
''Turn around.'' He said as he observed the dress on her, short, too short but damn she looked good in it. ''Beautiful.''
Y/N couldn't hide the effect his word and eyes had on her, if a stranger were to see them they would think Y/N and Hannibal were a couple, shopping for an event. ''Are you coming to the party?'' she asked to change the topic, she never saw him at a party before. ''Yes.'' He was eyeing her form, ''Absolutely.''
Day 5
The party was at one of the rich student's house, music and drinks never stopped, she wanted to take a break from all of that and walked upstairs to find a bathroom but her roommate saw and marched up to her, ''Your boy is looking for you.'' she grinned, ''What-?'' before she could understand her friend dragged her downstairs again and there he was, leaning on a wall, looking elegant with his casual white shirt, leather jacket, pants and messy brown hair. To be fair he looked charismatic. ''Hey..'' she approached, ''I never got to thank you for the dress.'' yesterday he was insistant on buying it for her, said it was for the project. He shrugged his shoulders, ''I was happy to oblige.'' Hannibal's maroon gaze travelled on her form, liking what he saw and taking pride in it, she was wearing what he had bought for her. ''Care for a drink?'' He suggested, ''Sure.''
The rest of the night everyone noticed how Hannibal was glued to her hip, never leaving her side and shooting dangerous glares to the boy who tried to approach. Later he offered to drop her off since her roommate decided to stay. He came to the party on his bike and offered her his helmet, and when she secured herself on it, holding him tightly he started the engine.
The ride was very fun for her, she had never experienced it before so it was a first and once she got off she got sad, she wasn't goign to experience it again, or so she thought. Hannibal, ever the gentleman walked her to her door, ''I had fun.'' he admitted, ''Wow! Hannibal the neat freak had fun at a stranger's party.'' She was a bit drunk, and to him she looked adorable. ''Make sure to drink water before bed and in the morning.''
Day 6
She woke up with a massive headache and hated her life's choices. As she was walking around in her apartment, drinking the very much needed water she thought of Hannibal and last night's events. He wasn't difficult, in fact he was helpful about this project but why? Her thoughts were interrupted by a ring on the landline phone, she picked it up, ''Good morning Y/N, hope you're feeling well.'' it was him. ''My headache is simmering down, thanks to your advice. How are you?''
He invited her for dinner at his place, he once mentioned that his family bought him his apartment when he started studying there and he was there ever since.
She was before his door at 7 sharp. She decided to look casual yet chic and even did a slight make up, maybe deep down she wanted to look pretty for him but she dismissed that thought and let Hannibal take her coat, his apartment was tooluxurious for a univeristy student. She knew that he was coming from old money but this? She was in awe of the paintings and architecture, ''Nice place.'' She said while Hannibal was showing her around, ''Yours is more lively.'' he replied, which shocked her, who would say that?! ''How about switching places?'' she joked as they walked to the dining room, Hannibal chuckled, ''Only in on condition..'' he pulled a chair for her, his lips next to her ear, ''Whic is?'' she asked pulling a napkin on her lap, ''That I get to stay with you.'' His breath was a ghost of warmth, before she could reply he pulled back and left to bring the food he had cooked.
The food was delicious and new, ''You're quite the chef Hannibal.''
''I like cooking,'' he leaned on his chair, ''especially for the ones I care about.''
Y/N was puzzled, they were rivals for God's knows how and now he was being like.. like he was trying impress her and court her. ''In that case, I love to eat so keep them coming.'' She joked and Hannibal laughed at that, he liked being around her lively aura, his apartment felt barren and colorles for so long but as soon as she entered the atmopshere changed. His maroon eyed were on her as he made the desicion to keep her forever.
Day 7
They met at a park, with coffee and books to read, neither of them spoke much since it was the last day of the project, there was tension between them, ''I believe we have made progress.'' she began with a cold tone which Hannibal detested, he wanted her to be like yesterday, warm and making jokes. ''Y/N-'' he turned to her on the bank they were sitting, morning sun was alluminating her features, making her look etheral. ''I don't want to stop seeing you.'' he confessed.
''What?''
''I have been watching you ever since we had our first disagreement and the reason why I kept wexing you was beacuse I truly enjoy your wit and charm. When the professor gave us this project there was a reason why I didn't protest.''
She was listening carefully, not believeing her ears at the moment.
''I want you Y/N.'' he finally said, ''Be mine.''
Y/N put her book aside, and smiled before kissing him. Hannibal wasn't a man who got shocked by other people's actions but this was one of the rare moments, after a second or two, he kissed her back.
Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?
A/N: Hi guy!!!!! Sorry for keeping you waiting, life, work always gets in the way lol
ââHow was work?ââ Y/N asked, it was dinner and they were eating Chinese take out, Bucky shrugged his shoulders, contemplating what to give and what to keep to himself, in order to protect her. ââMe and Sam are making progress on the guy weâre chasing.ââ As soon as he said that he could see the gears turning in her pretty eyes, ââWho are you chasing?ââ she looked curious, Bucky sighed first, ââA man, from my past. Very dangerous.ââ he was done with his take out container so he dumped it into the trash, ââWant beer?ââ he walked to the fridge, ââYeah.ââ Once he opened the fridge he saw how clean, organized and stocked it was. Clearly she kept herself busy by turning this apartment into a home. With a small smile he handed her a bottle of cold beer, ââThanks.ââ she said softly, ââI should be the one thanking you doll face.ââ she could feel the heat creeping up to her face, ââI was just⊠free and thought I should do something around the house.ââ she explained shying away but Bucky grabbed her from her waist and pulled her towards him, now her back was pressed to her chest, it took them long time to achieve this intimacy and Bucky was a man who would rather burn the world to the ground than not fell her against him, in his kitchen, in their home. ââMissed you.ââ he murmured into her neck, and she giggled, feeling his stubble on her skin, she used to hate that with Leo. ââYou were only gone for a day.ââ she protested jokingly, and took a sip from her cold beer, ââ24 hours without my doll⊠was a torture.ââ he started kissing her neck, gentle pecks, ââKept thinking about you..ââ he admitted, ââOh really?ââÂ
His kisses went up and up, then he pressed her to the counter, her back was still turned and he wanted to face her so he turned her swiftly, she was liking his strength. ââYeah,ââ he then kissed her on the lips, he wanted to do that as soon as he arrived to the apartment but he didnât want to scare her or make her flinch, he eased into the space, took a shower while she prepared the take out food, then they had a chit chat and now, Bucky was eager to explore her once again, maybe this time in a different setting.Â
Y/N had also missed him dearly, at work or at home she kept wondering about him. His sweet lips made it difficult to focus on anything right now and she wasnât complaining. His knee pressed between her legs and she moaned into his mouth, ââDollââ Bucky breathed into her and his lips then travelled to her cheek, jaw as his hands went to her pj bottoms, lowering them slowly, Y/N hissed when his hand discovered that she had nothing underneath and to hear him chuckle like that was a first. He was gaining confidence step by step. ââWhat do we have here?ââ he teased as his fingers found her slick core, her hands immediately squeezed his shoulders, her head buried in the crook of his neck, ââThatâs all for me doll?ââ he asked knowing that she was like this for him and him only, she hummed in response but Bucky chuckled again, ââI want you to say it.ââ he wasnât being dominant or trying to be controlling, he was yearning to hear her say that she was his. His finger traced a long line and he threw her head back and moaned, ââYou⊠all for you.ââ and she kissed him, feverishly, like she was in a deep trance and as his fingers started to work in her she found herself kissing him more, letting him explore her mouth, her tongueâŠ
Bucky inserted two fingers in her dripping core, gently and slowly, pumping her like he had all the time in the world, no rush, it was just them in the tiny kitchen, under the orangy light. ââPlease..ââ her hands went to his belt, trying to free him and he helped her, ââMissed me much?ââ he asked jokingly but deep down he wanted her to say it, again and again, he wanted to be missed and desired and needed. ââYes,ââ she kissed him again, ââGod yes..ââÂ
He, with a quick move placed her on the counter, her legs immediately latching themselves around his waist, Bucky lowered his black jeans and boxer brief, his erection hitting his stomach, his palm went to her lips, silently begging so that she would spit in his palm, his ocean eyes pleading with her.
Y/N spit in his palm and he immediately rubbed his lengthy cock with her saliva, he was already leaking from the tip.Â
When he lined himself with her sweet folds he dragged his tip up and down to tease her and she slapped his arm, ââBaby please..ââ which he earned a sweet chuckle from him.Â
He slowly pushed inside, her walls grabbing him like a vice, he had to stop for a second, ââDoll, im gonna come if you keep that up.ââ he panted, ââI just missed you so much JamesâŠââ his Christian name spilling from her lips almost made him come right there but he held himself, ââFuck-ââ he grunted, then he started to move, testing the waters, every sweet sound she made drove him mad, he wanted to be buried deep in her and never let go.Â
He knew he was close, Y/N breathing into his ear, or grabbing him by his dark hair didnât make it easy for him to hold on either and he spilled inside her, ââFuck doll-ââ he rode his pleasure, once he was done he immediately got on his knees, ââWhat are you-ââ she was puzzled, ââYou didnât finish,ââ he began, ââI canât let that happen doll face.ââ with a wicked grin his head was between her legs.Â
Mornings were easy these days for her, she was adjusting her dress in front of the mirror when Bucky moved on the bed and she heard the creek sound, ââYou up early.ââ His morning voice did things to her, she smiled to herself, ââI have a reputation to maintain soldier.ââ she joked as she touched upon her make-up. he huffed quietly and pushed himself up from the bed, ââYeah?ââ he smacked her ass as he made his way to the bathroom, she yelped and paused in shock, a good kind of shock, ââWhat kind of reputation is that?ââ he called from the bathroom. ââThe responsible one.ââ she called back.Â
The bike ride to the shop was peaceful, she loved hugging him and the wind in her hair, ââThat would be me.ââ She hopped off the bike, ââText me when youâre done.ââ He said, ââI always do handsome.ââ She winked at him, he was handsome, those black sunglasses, leather jacket, his scent⊠she had to stop herself. ââAny customers being weird to my girl?ââ he asked casually just to keep her here a bit longer but underneath he wanted to know. ââYou know I can handle myself JamesâŠââ he was silent letting her speak, ââWell, we have normal customers althoughâŠââ she hesitated, ââWhat?ââ tone shifting slightly.
ââThe other day there was this man..ââ she began, his posture changed, ââWhat about him?ââÂ
ââHe was strange⊠not in a bad way.ââ she added quickly, ââJust different.ââÂ
Bucky took off his sunglasses, his blue eyes on her. ââDifferent how?ââ
She thought for a second then sighed, ââVery put together⊠maybe too much.ââ she said half laughing, ââExpensive suit, gloves, very polite. And asked a lot of questions about flowers.ââÂ
ââThatâs your job.ââ Bucky said, there was an edge to his voice, quiet and controlled.Â
ââYeah, I know.ââ She quickly replied, ââHe was just too observant I guess.ââ She shrugged her shoulders, ââDid he give you a name?ââ He was in soldier mode.Â
ââNo. Asked mine though, said he might need weekly flowers.ââÂ
There was silence between them now.Â
ââBucky?ââÂ
He blinked, pulling himself away, ââJust be careful, alright?ââÂ
ââWill do.ââ she said casually, checking her bag if she had everything she needed, ââCall me if anything feels off.ââ she could see in his eyes that he was thinking something else, ââAlright alright, gotta go.ââ She kissed his cheek and rushed inside the flower shop. Bucky didnât leave right away, his eyes scanning the street.Â
He told himself he was just passing time, just making sure the street stayed quiet, but he hadnât started the engine in 20 minutes. His sunglasses on, sitting on his bike like he belonged there, it was going to be a sunny day, the green door of the shop started to open and close by the customers, he saw a man in suit and he could feel his body go into a stealth soldier mode, his senses sharpening but the man left quickly, not even looked back at the shop. Bucky had been doing this for decades so he knew if someone was danger or not.Â
However, it wasnât what she said, it was how she said it. Bucky had met men like that before and none of them were harmless.Â
At some point Y/N, as she was organizing the display of the vases, saw him. He was directly across the street, not even trying to hide, Melanie whistled behind her as she saw what Y/N saw. ââDamn!ââ she laughed, ââRose guy is into you girl. How did you even wrapped him around your finger?ââ she asked jokingly but Y/N was stoic, ââExcuse me.ââ she said calmly, the bell above the door chimed as she left, she crossed the street and walked right to him. ââYou gonna sit there all day?ââ she asked stopping in front of him, her tone wasnât angry but it wasnât oblivious either. ââI told you to text me when you are done.ââ was his response as if it explained everything. ââMy shift just started James:ââ she protested, ââYeah⊠I know.ââ
She studied him, softer now, ââYouâve been here this whole time?ââ if only she had known how many days he did this behind the shadowsâŠ
He didnât answer right away, which was an answer in itself. ââThis is about what I told you, isnât it?ââ she asked quietly, ââJust being careful.ââ he said flatly.Â
ââYou donât trust me?ââ her question made him feel this thing on his chest, whatever it was it was heavy and suffocating. He took of his sunglasses and his eyes snapped at hers, ââI trust you.ââ he was pleading, ââI donât trust people.ââ Her expression eased but here was still hint of hurt there, ââYou canât sit here all day.ââ She crossed her arms, looking around. He almost smirked, ââWatch me.ââ
ââBucky.ââ It was a warning. He sighed deeply, didnât want her to doubt his trust in her, ââFine.. Iâll go.ââÂ
Days went by without a single incident. They had acquired a routine together, having meals together, especially dinner. She once told him that her grandmother was strict on having the full family at the dinner table and as far as he could remember that was his family structure too so he fit right in. She made it her life mission to make him watch movies he had missed over the decades, it was a long list but he wasnât complaining, in fact he liked her taste. What was surprising for both of them was not being able to stop love making. They werenât like rabbits, more sensual and more adult. Every night they lost themselves in each othersâ body, Y/N worshiping his scars, Bucky being a slave to her desires⊠neither of them stopped or wanted to stop and yet faith had woven her web for them.Â
Ever since Y/N had mentioned the strange customer Bucky was off, not in a bad way, he was more cautious, asking her detailed questions of her day, scanning the street automatically.Â
It was a normal day, after dropping off Y/N and scanning the street for 30 minutes he rode his bike to meet Sam, there was a new intel about the Baron and his recent shipments, the government had ââaskedââ them to move their base to a building where they were under surveillance and the officials were updated, Bucky didnât mind as long as he could move freely.Â
Sam was there, in his casual t-shirt and black jeans, making jokes with employees as usual, sometimes Bucky asked himself ââHow could someone be that sociable?ââ He had no idea. ââHey Bucks.ââ Sam grinned when his eyes landed on his partner, ââHey Sam.ââ They were in a conference room with folders, and a projector, ââWhat do you wanna show me?ââ he sat, looking annoyed. ââAlways down to business,ââ Sam rolled his eyes, ââGirlfriend of yours, how is she?ââ and Bucky froze, his expression going stoic, ââHow?!ââ he had told no one, well, those two government officials literally barged in and learned about Y/N, how could Sam know?Â
ââChill man, Iâm happy for you-ââ Sam raised his hands, ââplus, I have ears everywhere.ââ he winked and Bucky rolled his eyes.Â
Sam presses on the button of the controller and several images pop up, ââAfter we busted his shipment Baron changed tactics, only thing he is shipping is metal parts, guns, prosthetics and some medicine, nothing we can use against him,ââ Sam sighed, ââWell.. the man is a no show so we can't find him anywhere. Intel says he is streaming the streets in expensive suits, gloves, thatâs the description we know. ââÂ
Buckyâs gears were turning, ââHe doesnât hit randomly Bucky.ââ Sam said, ââHe studies first.ââ and with that Bucky went still, could it be?
A man in a suit.
Polite.
Observant.
Asking questions.
ââSam..ââ Bucky said slowly, ââHeâs already here.ââ Â
Sam was puzzled, ââWhat are you-ââ however, Bucky was already on his feet, the chair screeched harshly against the floor as he pushed it back, he grabbed his jacket and rushed to the door. The shift in him was immediate. No hesitation nor doubt.Â
ââBucky!ââ Sam called out quickly following him as he realized this wasnât a theory, it was a fact. ââWhat did you just connect?ââ Sam pressed as they moved fast through the hallway. ââSuit. Gloves. Observant. Asking questions.ââ His jaw tightened, ââHe found something.ââ
ââFound what?!ââÂ
He didnât say anything, didnât need to. They both hopped on their bikes and took off, the ride was fast, too fast. Traffic seemed blurred to Bucky, many stop signs ignored by them, when the green door of the flower shop came to view it looked normal, too normal.Â
He killed the engine and jumped off, followed by Sam they walked through half open door, the bell was chiming with the breeze, he called as he stepped inside, ââY/N?ââ The shop seemed as always, clean, smells of flowers but something was off, his gut was screaming at him. ââHey-ââ Melanie came back from the back door, ââUh she just-ââ she knew the Rose Guy was here for Y/N, ââWhere is she?ââ Bucky cut in, his voice sharp. Melanie blinked, looking a bit startled, ââShe stepped out like 5 minutes ago.. said she would be right back. Why?ââÂ
5 minutes. Bucky scanned the shop with his eyes, Y/Nâs coat and bag was still here including her phone on the glass display, in the meantime Sam was outside, also scanning the area and he came back with a calm yet disturbed face, ââNo sign of struggle.ââ He said to Bucky slowly, and that didnât help, made it worse. His back was turned to Sam, couldnât face him now, his mind miles away, ââFound this though.ââ and with that he turned.Â
Sam was holding a bouquet of lilies with a note attached, he grabbed the note in a second tore the small envelope to get it out,
ââDevotion is a fascinating thing.ââ -B
Bucky knew lilies meant purity, virtue, and devotion. Three things which Y/N embodied, and he took her. He looked up to Sam with pleading eyes, Samâs hand found his shoulder, ââWe will get her back. I promise.ââÂ
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Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?
A/N: Hello dolls, what's up! This chapter is more about our villain. Hope you like it. See ya!
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Warnings: None!
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Chapter 15
The smoke of cigars filled the rooms of the underground establishment, all kinds of criminals drinking, playing pool or card games. Leo was alone here tonight, no one to back him up if things were to go south but he knew he could handle himself. Just like everyone who wanted to speak to Baron Wolfgang Von Strucker they had to wait and one of his men came to collect the person. He ordered a beer and some nuts to go with it, his dirty blond hair was slightly too long, he didnât go to get a hair cut recently, it was pushed back with his fingers. His greyish eyes were sharp but restless, observing his environment like he was about to get jumped. He winked at the bartender, who was a tall woman with too many tattoos and was used to Leoâs flirty persona so she smiled, showing a subtle dimple.Â
He popped a few nuts into his mouth and continued drinking, looking around. He ran his fingers to his hair often, he seemed calm but if the info he was about to share wasnât enough.. then he was going to have a problem. He could feel his hands shaking slightly. He saw his reflection on the mirror that was placed under the drinks, behind the bar, sharp jawline, dark circles under his eyes, however, he still looked handsome in his careless way.Â
Soon a man with a stern look and clean suit approached him, ââBaron is waiting for you. Follow me.ââÂ
Leo gulped his beer and bolted to his feet, following the man. They walked past people, smoke burning his eyes, the establishment was long, built in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, Baron knew how to lurk in the shadows even when he was in HYDRA, however, when HYDRA collapsed he had to choose this way of living. Once the chatter was distant Leo noticed that they stopped in front of a door, the man who collected him knocked twice and he spoke, ââHe is here.ââ It was Leoâs cue to enter.
His office was remarkably a stark contrast to the atmosphere he had created in the rest of the building.Â
A warm desktop lamp looked vintage and illuminating the room. The light was low and intentional. Leo caught the faint red reflection from Baronâs artificial eye, he had heard stories about his appearance but this was the first time he saw him. A heavy darkwood desk stood before him, giving an aristocratic energy, one clean leather chair for guests, Leo was hesitant to sit, with Baronâs simple nod he sat and felt how uncomfortable it was. Agin. Intentional.Â
Baron was seated behind the heavy desk, on the high-backed chair. One could see some blueprints pinned neatly on the wall, schematics of prosthetics, at the corner there was a large metal cabinet, Leo didnât dare to ask what was inside, he knew that Baron had a secret lab somewhere and he didnât want to end up there. Leo could hear the soft classical music coming from a nearby gramophone, placed under the window; he had no idea about the composer. Next to the vintage gramophone there was a small, circular wooden table with only one wooden chair, on the table there laid a chessboard mid-game, Leo got the eerie feeling that Baron was playing both sides. This entire time Baron didnât even look up at him, he was too busy writing something on a tablet that was high-tech. Once he was done, he calmly shut down the device, placed it on the center of the desk, rested his elbows on it and his artificial eye landed on Leo, which made the air in the room feel thinner for him. Baron cleared his throat before speaking, ââMetal arm, you say?ââ his red eye whirred softly as it focused on Leo.Â
Leo nodded, ââHe is the guy youâre looking for.ââ he added.Â
ââI suppose you donât have an address?ââ Baron was a man of few words, he never liked over explaining things. Leo paused, Baron noticed.
ââYour debt will be erased, if you give me something valuable, son.ââ For a bad guy he sure knew how to ease someone in, Leo could feel his throat going dry, ââA flower shop in Brooklyn. Iâm sure he rides there.ââ For a split second something shifted in Baronâs expression, or perhaps it was only the red eye recalibrating. ââInteresting.ââÂ
Y/N woke up on her own, before the alarm, she liked waking up these days, especially waking up to a man who envelopes her like a bear but this morning Buckyâs side of the bed was empty. She frowned and thought he must have slept on the floor again so she left the bed, opened the curtains and the window to let the fresh air in. Then, after the bathroom she almost stepped on Alpineâs paw, that cat was everywhere, ââMorning Alpine.ââ she greeted and gave her a small kiss on her white head, the apartment was too quiet, ââWhere is your daddy?ââ Bucky was nowhere to be seen and that heavy feeling on her stomach started to grow ââHad he left her?ââ but when she saw the note on the fridge she sighed, ââMeeting with Sam. Be back for dinner. -Bââ she noticed how pristine and soldier-like his handwriting was. ââI guess it's just you and me this morning Alps.ââÂ
After breakfast she started to get ready, her hand went to the dress Bucky had given her last week, soft fabric, simple cut, nothing extravagant, soft blue one. He had called it ââpracticalââ but the way heâd looked at her when she tried it on had made her keep it. She let her hair loose, even did a little bit of make-up, once she was done, she said goodbye to Alpine and left work.Â
The bell above the door chimed. Y/N was alone since Melanie went to get coffee and she was cleaning the display showcase, the apron tied around her waist neatly, she looked up to meet the customer and smiled kindly to the man she saw. Bald, late in his middle ages, sharp and dark suit which was immaculately tailored, leather gloves covered his hands. He had an unfortunate scar on his face leading back to his scalp. Y/N tried not to stare, he had thin framed glasses. ââGood morning.ââ he said calmly.
ââGood morning.ââ she replied back. He stepped inside, closing the door gently behind him. The bell gave one last ring. His gaze moved around the shop, not hurried, not curious but assessing. ââYou have a lovely establishment.ââÂ
Y/N smiled at that, ââThank you but Iâm an employee here.ââ she said correcting, ââThe owner left me in charge.ââ she started cleaning her hands with a clean piece of cloth, ââHow can I help you?ââ Baron noticed how practical and clean she was and found himself liking it. He slipped off his gloves one finger at a time and placed them neatly on the counter. Very deliberate. Very composed. For a tiny second Y/N thought his right eye caught the light strangely, a faint reddish glint, but she blamed it on the morning light seeping through the large windows.Â
ââDo you work alone often Miss?ââ he asked, glancing around once more, his tone remained polite, almost gently concerned. ââNot usually,ââ she replied easily, ââmy co-worker stepped out for coffee. Sheâll be back soon.ââ Then after a beat she gestured the display showcase full of flowers, ââWhich ones would like?ââ His gazes moved over the flowers slowly, deliberately, as if he were examining rare artifacts rather than flowers. ââThose.ââ he said, nodding towards a duster of white lilies near the window. Y/N started her craft, ââLilies are beautiful,ââshe gently lifted to inspect the flowers, ââtheyâre often associated with renewal. And sometimes remembrance.ââ He raised an eyebrow, ââRemembrance.ââ he repeated, watching her rather than flowers. ââAnd what do you believe they symbolize?ââ she glanced up at him. ââI think it depends on whoâs receiving them, flowers mean what we allow them to mean.ââ she said trimming with practiced movements. Each cut was clean, measured. ââThey change with intention.ââ
Interesting.
Baron observed the steadiness of her hands. No wasted movement. No carelessness. ââYou take pride in your work.ââ He deduced, not a question. She smiled faintly, as she adjusted the stems, ensuring symmetry. ââFlowers deserve that.ââ The simple answer lingered in the air between them. He watched her wrapping the bouquet in crisp paper, folding the edges, tying the ribbon. Even the bow was balanced.Â
Pristine.
ââMost people handle delicate things carelessly.ââ he remarked.Â
ââI donât think theyâre meant to be handled carelessly,ââ she replied nonchalantly, ââIf something is fragile, thatâs more reason to be careful with it.ââ They shared a pause. He reached into his coat and placed exact cash on the counter, got his gloves. ââIâll require arrangements on a regular basis,ââ he said smoothly, ââFor business.ââÂ
ââOf course. We do custom orders too, if you ever need something specific.ââ She got the cash and without counting put it inside the machine.Â
ââI prefer specific.ââ He took the bouquet, but didnât leave immediately. ââYouâve been most helpful Miss..?ââ She gave him her name without hesitation. Baron inclined his head slightly. ââThank you.ââÂ
The bell chimed as he stepped out. Once he was outside, he adjusted his glasses subtly, and through the faint tint of the right lens the red glow sharpened as he studied the shop window reflection.Â
Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?
A/N: Hiii! My laptop crashed few weeks ago and as soon as i got it fixed i wrote the chapter. I won't ever use Word anymore, i'll use Goggle Docs lol! Hope you enjoy this smutty chapter lol
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Warnings: SMUT!
Chapter 14
The ride home was quick, Bucky used the roads that he knew had no traffic and after reaching home both of them felt at peace once more. ââYou go relax, Iâll handle dinner.ââ was Buckyâs comment and he wasnât a guy who wanted no as an answer so without waiting for a response he walked to the kitchen to start cooking whereas Y/N headed to the bedroom to wear his comfy clothes, a sweater that looked like a dress on her and that was it, she felt at ease around him unlike Leoâs presence where he covered herself with layers of clothing. Once she was fresh and relaxed she sat at the couch and Alpine jumped on her lap as in cue, ââAww, did you miss me?ââ She asked the white and fluffy cat and the catâs reply was a soft meow, Y/N started to pet the animal and took a glance of the kitchen space where Bucky was in deep focus and she could sense the delicious smell coming from there. What was he cooking? She thought, but whatever it was she knew it was going to be a tasteful dish.Â
She could hear him humming, she didn't know the song but it sounded beautiful coming from him and she wanted him to continue so she just sat quietly and rubbed Alpineâs soft fur.Â
Once the tuna casserole was done Bucky placed them on the bowls he had and opened himself a beer, and he brought the tray to the coffee table, ââOh Alpine is going to enjoy this.ââ she joked and it made Bucky smile, ââUs first, then she can eat whatâs left over.ââ he replied and they heard Alpine meow as if she was answering and it made Y/N laugh, then she stopped and noticed how surprised Bucky was, ââYou sound beautiful when you laugh, doll.ââ he admitted as he sat and turned on the TV. ââThanksâŠââ she lowered her head and got her bowl, once she tasted the casserole it surprised her, ââOh my godâŠââ she muttered as she ate, ââBucky, this is so good..ââÂ
Hearing her complimenting him made his cheeks go red, she was sincere and honest. ââIâm glad you liked it.ââ he managed to say as he took a bite, the TV before them didnât matter, all it mattered was this comfy environment that they created in a few days, the food being delicious of course surprised her but what surprised her the most was that Bucky took time to go on a grocery shopping for them. Neither of them acknowledged it but it was obvious that he was already making plans ahead. And to think of it didnât make her jump or run away, it made her wanting to be involved and stay. ââI quit the night shift at the market.ââ she said bluntly, Bucky turned to her, she was like a starved child, ââHold on sweetheart,ââ she stopped eating, ââreally?ââ In his mind he was planning to talk to her about dropping that night shift at the market, because it wasnât safe and he didnât like it and to hear it from her made things easier. ââYeah, now that I'm done with Leo and his never ending debts⊠Iâm free and flower shop will be enough.ââ she explained shortly, ââSmart girl.ââ was all he said and Y/N was the one who blushed this time, as if they didnât give themselves to each other last night. She cleared her throat, ââThanksâŠââ she noticed how close they were sitting on the couch, it was a small couch but he or she couldâve easily created a space between them but they were being drawn to each other, their knees were touching.Â
She wasnât the only one noticing things, Bucky was watching her eat and he noticed that Y/N was taking huge bites as if the food was going to be taken from her, and she was eating fast, he wasnât a therapist but he could tell she had a rough childhood and adult life too.Â
When they were done with their food, Bucky, without a word, collected the bowls, forks, his now empty beer bottle and headed to the kitchen to do the dishes and Y/N watched him. It was obvious he liked doing things for people and he never complained once, never made a face or a comment. He was a soldier indeed. Always ready for anything. Bucky collected the leftovers and gave it to Alpine which gladly accepted.Â
Y/N was watching the TV when he came back, he was done with the dishes and Alpine and he sighed as he sat next to her again, once again she was reminded of how beefy and large he was but she didnât move, she was way comfortable with him here, their knees brushed again and neither of them moved, Bucky subconsciously let his metal arm rest on the back of the couch and settling more, spreading his legs, he also looked very much comfortable. She shifted closer, a certain warmth was radiating from him and once again she found herself liking his scent, his manly and fresh scent. Y/Nâs head found his broad chest and Bucky froze for a second, he swallowed deeply and hesitated at first but then his metal arm dropped down and slowly enveloped her, rubbing soft circles on her upper thigh, their eyes were focused on the TV but neither of them listened, some late night rerun playing, she lifted her head to look up into his ocean eyes, ââYou donât have to do everything.ââ she said, above a whisper, ââI know.ââ
She exhaled long and soft, it made his chest feel tight. She took the initiative again like last night, one hand cupped his cheek and made his head tilt down slowly and she kissed his lips gently. Slow and careful. He froze like last night, instinct, maybe fear? But then, he gave in to her soft and warm lips.Â
He kissed her back, slowly but deeply, his lips moved against hers with patience, and clarity. When she shifted closer, her thigh sliding between his legs, he let out a quiet sound he didnât mean to make. The kiss deepened with more feeling and intimacy. His metal arm remained where it was, protective, while his flesh hand moved to cup her cheek. She pulled back to breathe, their foreheads were touching, ââYou okay?ââ he asked, out of breath. ââYeahâŠââ she whispered, ââMore than okay..ââ she chuckled. As he leaned back he pulled her to her lap, now her legs were straddling his lap, both his hands found her bare thighs, playing with the hem of the sweater, not lifting, or pulling. She kissed her sharp jaw, Buckyâs head fell back and he made a softer sound, the he lifted his head and cupped her cheeks, ââTell me to stop if you want..ââ
ââI wonât.ââ she said under her lashes, looking all innocent yet a little seductive. Bucky leaned to kiss her and when she adjusted on his lap he moaned into her mouth, helpless⊠honest.Â
He pulled back to look at her, ââYou want this?ââ his voice low rumble, ââYesâŠââ she whispered again and her mouth found his throat this time, kissing gently and giving soft bites and licks, he could feel his pants getting tighter and uncomfortable, his hands rubbing her thighs, he had to adjust sitting and Y/N hissed with the feeling of his hard member between her legs, her panties were thin and she could feel how desperate he was. ââBabyâŠââ she whispered, ââHelp me take off your shirt..ââ she said calmly and her hands went to the hem of his shirt and he obliged and his toned and broad chest were on display. Her mouth found the shoulderblade where it held the metal arm, covered in old scar and she gently placed her wet mouth, kissing his wounds, Buckyâs hands tightened on her hips, pulling her closer, ââY/N⊠you donât have to-ââ she looked up, ââI want to.. will you let me pretty boy?ââÂ
ââAnything..ââ he rasped, ââAnything you wantâŠââÂ
Her hands travelled on his chest, then to his belt, Bucky helped her and she had to lift herself so that he could get rid of the pants and his boxers, her mouth started watering when she saw his leaking tip begging to be taken care of and Y/N realized she liked being in control. She liked leading and deciding what to do to this poor man before her and she got up, it made Bucky puzzled but then she lowered herself between his legs, ââWant me to take care of youââ she asked softly like it was the most casual thing to ask, Buckyâs head was spinning like he was in a trance, ââYes,ââ he panted, ââYes please..ââ it made Y/N chuckle, she spit on his throbbing cock and smeared the saliva on it then she lowered her head to take his tip into her mouth like a sucking candy. Buckyâs head fell back with a deep moan, as she sucked on the tip and swirled her tongue his lips bucked forward involuntarily, with little control he had his flesh hand found her hair, and gently fisted. His ocean eyes burnt into hers with pure desperation. He watched through hooded lashes as she smirked up at him before taking more of him deeper this time, and Bucky Barnes saw stars.
He was powerless against her, completely at her mercy.Â
Once he was fully in her mouth her fingers digged on his thighs, Y/Nâs eyes were watering but she didnât stop, she kept her slow torture on him. He watched helplessly as she swallowed him down again and again. Buckyâs chest heaved with ragged breaths, his eyes almost black with desire, his body coiled so tightly it seemed ready to snap. ââDoll.. please..ââ he found his broken voice, ââNeed you..ââ her mouth left him with a pop and she got to her feet, took off the sweater and tossed it aside, she only had panties.
Buckyâs breath hitched as he took in the sight of her, bare, flushed, and utterly in control⊠a real Goddess. His gaze roamed on her body like a man starved, ââCome hereâŠââ he said begging, ââplease..ââ watching her smirk like that made his cock throb in need, ââYou ask so nicely Bucky..ââ she said with confidence, ââWhat do you want? Tell me.ââ she asked.Â
Bucky leaned towards her and held her hands, ââLet me put my mouth on you too,ââ he began, ââSweetheart, please, let me taste you, I want to drown in you..ââ Y/N had never seen a man being so eager to do⊠that. Well, she had only been with Leo and he never asked to do that or even suggested. ââAre you sure?ââ she asked questionably, ââYes!ââ his answer was quick and sharp, ââPlease, thatâs all I wantâŠââÂ
Now it was Bucky who was on his knees and Y/N sitting on the couch, legs spread, the soldierâs head between her legs. Bucky was practically breathless with anticipation, ââMay I?ââ he asked and when he got a small nod from her he gently pushed her panties aside and tucked them so that he could have a nice look at her wet core, she was wet and seeing it this close made his cock leak, he could feel it, but now all he wanted was to please her, to make her come on his mouth again and again, she smelled divine, all for him. His hands came to her thighs to make her legs open wider, his eyes at her glistening core, ââNever seen anything more beautiful.ââ he was more talking to himself than her, she never experienced something like this, a manâs face close up there and it made her cheeks heat like touched by fire, Bucky first started to give open mouth kisses on her inner thighs which made her impatient, her hands tightly holding on to the couchâs edges. He looked up when he kissed her clit, when she sighed in pleasure and disbelief he sucked hard, Y/N back arched with moan, and his mouth started to work on her wet core, liking and kissing, the wet sounds his mouth mixing with her own wetness made obscene sounds echo in the living room, ââGod..ââ he sighed pulling back a little, ââyou have no idea how good you taste..ââ and without losing time he dived back in. Bucky groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her entire body as he devoured her like a man starved. His tongue lapped at every inch of silk heat, his lips sealing around that sweet little bud in slow, filthy suction. Just to feel how hard she clenched for him. ââPerfect-ââ he rasped between strokes, ââWanna make you come on my tongue.ââ His metal hand slid up to grip the curve of her ass while his flesh one worked in tandem with his mouth, one finger teasing at her entrance before pushing inside just enough to make her arch off of the couch with loud noises she was making.Â
Buckyâs entire body shuddered when her fingers found his thick hair, it made him double his efforts, tongue circling faster, sucking hard. Once her fingers grabbed his hair and pushed his face closer to her heated core he moaned, ââUse me just like that princess.ââ He liked it when she took control. His metal arm clamped down on her hip to keep her still as he crooked two fingers inside and curled them upward with brutal precision. Every filthy sound she made was fueling the fire in his veins until he was practically drunk on the taste of her.Â
When she came hard on his mouth full of whimpers and gush of liquid he made sure to lick it all and swallow like he was a man on a desert who just found a source of water, her legs were a shaking mess, her breathing heavy, he made her see not stars but galaxies beyond. He looked up to see his art of mess, his chin was red and damp, he licked his lips as they made eye contact, he leaned in to kiss her and mix their tastes on their tongues, tonight was filthier than last night and neither of them complained, they were getting used to their bodies and sharing these intimate moments. He was caressing her legs between kisses, ââYou did so good baby.ââ he praised her again again, ââMy precious doll..ââ he dared to say that she was his, it was too late to turn his back and leave, too late to lose her, no matter what he was going to have her, keep her safe and keep her at armâs length.Â
Morning came slowly.Â
Neither with an alarm nor with urgency, but with pale autumn light entering their shared bedroom, dust moats were flying lazily in the air and her first thought was to clean the house and then it made her smile, this place was becoming her home too. She didnât move right away. She was tucked against a solid furnace, a strong arm around her waist, heavy in the best way, grounding her there. Buckyâs breathing was slow and steady and she nıticed that he wasnât using the hard floor to sleep anymore, he was here, with her.Â
No tension on her shoulders, no bad thoughts, just enjoying the soft morning.Â
She shifted slightly and his arm tightened immediately, it wasnât possessive or demanding, it was just pure instinct. ââHeyâŠââ he murmured, voice husky with sleep, barely audible. ââMorning.ââ She smiled to herself, he opened his eyes and blinked a few times to adjust to the new day. There she was, her back turned and tucked to his chest, safe and sound. ââYou okay?ââ he asked, he had to know. ââYeah, I am.ââ she reassured him. He exhaled the breath he was holding and kissed the back of her head, neither of them rushed to move, the world could wait. After a while she turned in his arm to see his pretty face, the morning light was kinder now, making him look less a soldier and more of a man. Still intimidating in size but more gentle. Her fingers traced the edge of the scars he had on his shoulderblade, he watched her for a second, ââYou donât have to be gentle with me, doll.ââÂ
She kindly smiled, ââBut I want to..ââ she confessed, all she wanted to do was to wrap him like a baby and keep him away from the past harm and trauma, little did she know that it was the exact thing Bucky felt for her.Â
Soon they left the bed, he gave her a t-shirt, she borrowed his socks and they marched to the kitchen to make breakfast where Alpine was grumpy because her bowl was empty.Â
Together they made coffee, bumping into each other in the small space and laughing each time. It still felt unfamiliar but they were making it work somehow.Â
The bike ride to her old apartment felt like an eternity and also a second for Y/N, Bucky put some bags in the trunk of the bike but Y/N didnât have many belongings anyway and even if she did she just didnât want to get them all, they would keep reminding her Leo and her old life with him.Â
They climbed the stairs in silence, their hands brushed every few minutes but neither of them dared to make a statement. Once they reached to her door she got her key from her pocket and in that second they heard a manâs groan coming from inside, ââHe is here.ââ she whispered and Buckyâs jaw ticked, ââWe donât have to do this today if you donât want to.ââ he suggested, he didnât care if that piece of white trash was in or not but he was here for her and he promised to help her. ââI want to get it over with Bucky.ââ She exhaled and used her key to open the door, she stepped inside first, ââOh there she is!ââ Leoâs sarcastic voice filled Buckyâs ears and he, like a guard dog, followed her inside, as soon as Leo saw him walking with her his face fell for a second but he recovered quickly.Â
ââAnd her new toy!ââ He finished with a jab. Before Bucky could do or say anything Y/N spoke up and made him respect her space and her ways.
ââIâm here to get my stuff Leo. I talked to the landlord, your name is on the lease from now on, including the bills.ââ She explained matter of factly and got an empty bag from Bucky and marched to the bedroom, they could hear her walk around the house. Bucky's sharp eyes were on Leo, just waiting for him to do something stupid, and to give him an excuse to jump at him. His arms were on his sides, Leo sighed and looked at him up and down, ââShe moves on fast.ââÂ
Bucky didnât reply or say anything, just looked at him with icy blue eyes, he could feel the Winter Soldier in him at the moment, cold and calculated.
ââYou donât wanna make enemies with me,ââ Leo continued, crossing his arms to show his arm strength, ââpeople that I know arenât to mess withâŠââ he was openly threatening Bucky.Â
Bucky kept his silence, he already knew who Leo was acquainted with or who he owed money to, he couldnât reveal himself. He didnât move, didnât blink, but his jaw tightened once. Like he was locking something away.Â
When Y/N came back with the black bag over her shoulder Leo scoffed, ââYou always liked hiding behind people.ââÂ
Y/N didnât even look at Leo, ââIâm not hiding, Iâm leaving.ââ Her tone was cold and dismissive, she held Buckyâs hand and he replied instantly by interlacing their fingers.Â
Leoâs screams faded behind them, and for the first time, it didnât reach her.
Leo on the other hand grabbed his phone and dialed a number, he was fuming with anger, ââI got the man your boss is looking for.ââ he said to the person on the other side, ââYeah, he has a metal arm.ââ he reassured the person, ââDoes this mean my debt is cleared?ââ After a second he sighed in relief. ââIâll be there tonight.ââ
Hi guys! My laptop crashed and i was writing the next chapter of Silent Obsession đ«đ«đ« i got my laptop fixed but i have to start over so its gonna take a while FYI! But iâll be back i promise
(Iâll be writing on Google docs from now on instead of Word, this thought me a lesson lol)
Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?
A/N: Happy New Year guys! I am so sorry I was away for a hot minute but you know life, work etc. I'm fine no worries and i am back. Love you all. Stay tuned for more and make sure to share your thoughts with me.
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Chapter Thirteen
Bucky didnât remember when was the last time he had slept on a bed, on a soft surface and especially with a woman by his side, must have been the 40s when he still had hopes and wishes. As his conscious came to him slowly he had noticed that he had no nightmares last night, that was strange.
The soft lights of the morning sun were illuminating his bedroom, her bare back was turned to him, her soft and vivacious hair spread on his pillow, he had this sudden urge to plant a gentle kiss on her shoulder blade, he checked if she were sleeping and it was affirmative so he followed his urge. He had no idea he could harness urges like that still, after all this time. The room felt warm and cozy, the blanket that wrapped them made him feel like he was in a silky and smooth cocoon which he didnât want to leave but last nightâs events made his stomach whine in hunger. He quietly lifted the blanket and left the warm bed, made his way to his bathroom first, had a quick shower, shaved, he liked being sharp. Later he thrown a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, his foot took him to the kitchen counter where his keys were, he had to get breakfast for them, Alpine meowed which made him shush her, ââSorry..ââ he apologized and left the apartment. The shops were close to his building since he was in the city center, he quickly made his way he bought some fresh and warm pancakes, two cups of strong coffee, he also thought to get groceries since he usually had nothing in his fridge, that had to change if she were to continue staying with him⊠the idea of it sent a suspicious warmth to his lower stomach, living with someone, sharing a space, a life, if he dared to dream. He settled for breakfast and with haste he turned his way to his building, as he was walking on the side walk he saw a black, escort car that screamed government. ââY/N!ââ was his first thought, had been ever since he had met her. He quickly marched to the elevator, pressed the button rather hastily and waited, it didnât take long but it felt like eternity. As soon as he left the elevator he walked to his door and before he could use his key the door was opened by a man, in a black suit, middle aged, white, and high rank. ââSergeant Barnes.ââ He greeted Bucky, which made him walk inside and the man closed the door behind. ââWe would like to thank you formally about last nightâs mission even though you and PJ Sam Wilson hadnât contacted us.ââ
ââOh,ââ Bucky thought, ââThis isnât a congratulations, this is a warning.ââ
Buckyâs blue eyes landed on the woman also, sitting next to Y/N, she was in his white t-shirt, which looked like a dress on her, her hair damp, she must have taken a shower, ââHoney,ââ he addressed her which puzzled Y/N, ââCan you take these?ââ she looked uncomfortable so he wanted her to be busy with something, Y/N gladly stood up and reached to get the bags from him and walked to the kitchen, even though it was a small one bedroom apartment Y/N was glad to be away from them.
ââNext time,ââ the man lowered his voice, ââThe US Government would like to have a briefing of your and Wilsonâs endeavors. Wilson had given us what you have⊠found. We will be in touch about Baron Wolfgang von Strucker.ââ And with that they left the apartment. Once the door was closed he walked up to her, ââAre you okay? Did they do anything to you?ââ he held her arms and checked her, ââIâm fine Bucky, itâs just⊠they asked me few questions, I offered them tea but they refused and then you came.ââ She was unpacking the breakfast, ââWhat questions?ââ  the smell of delicious and still warm pancakes filled the apartment and attracted Alpineâs attention, poor thing hid herself in the bathroom and started scratching the door to get attention. ââIâll get her.ââ Bucky said and left for a second, Y/N was placing the pancakes on the plates, she never liked eating from plastic. Bucky came back, his hands on his hip bones. ââWhat did they ask Y/N? Please, I have to know in order to protect you.ââ
Y/N gestured him to sit next to her, ââThey asked the nature of our relationship, and if I knew anything about your ââmissionââ last night.ââ She took a bite from her pancake, ââThis is very goodâŠââ
Bucky was more interested in the way she was eating and small love bites on her neck, his face was in his palm and he had a small smile on his sharp face, ââWhat?ââ she asked, ââDo I have something on my face?ââ she looked puzzled, ââNo, I just want to watch you eat,ââ he explained with a soft tone, ââalso I would like to know your answer to their first question.ââ He asked rather reserved, not knowing how he would react if the answer was a good or bad one but he had to know.
Y/N waited a beat, cutting a piece of pancake with precise focus and then she spoke, ââI told them that I care about you.ââ She confessed, Bucky sat next to her and she held his flesh arm not metal one. He noticed. Buckyâs jaw tightenedânot disappointed, not relieved. Just attentive. âAnd?â he asked.
âAnd that you didnât bring me here because you had to,â she added, softer now. âThat you chose to.â
That did it.
He leaned back in his chair, hand dragging down his face. For a moment, the soldier slippedâjust a man sitting at his kitchen table, realizing someone had spoken for him when it mattered. âThey shouldnât have talked to you,â he said. âI shouldâve been here.â
âYou were,â she replied. âJust not physically.â
âIf this gets complicated,â he said carefully, âyou donât owe me anything. You can walk away.â She met his eyes then, really met them. âI didnât stay because I owe you,â she said. âI stayed because I wanted to.â Silence settled between them againâbut this time, it wasnât heavy.
It was chosen.
Bucky dropped her off at the flower shop just like yesterday, the Harley rumbling softly beneath them before he cut the engine. Morning light spilled over the street, catching in the chrome of the bike and in his blue eyes as he swung off first, steadying her with an easy hand at her waist.
Before she could step back, he took her hand.
He pressed a kiss to her knuckles â slow, deliberate â like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Y/N felt her face heat instantly. She laughed under her breath, shy and a little breathless, tugging her hand back as if caught doing something she wasnât supposed to. He smiled at that, small and private, like it was just for her.
âSee you later,â he said.
She nodded, still smiling as she stepped away, watching him pull off down the street before she finally turned and unlocked the shop door.
She was still glowing when Melanie arrived.
Melanie didnât even make it three steps inside before stopping short, squinting at her like she was a puzzle that had suddenly become very interesting.
ââŠOkay,â Melanie said slowly, setting her bag down. âWhat happened to you?â
Y/N blinked. âWhat do you mean?â
Melanie crossed her arms, eyes flicking over her face, her posture, the way she moved. âYouâre glowing. Likeââ she gestured vaguely âârom-com third act glowing.â
Y/N laughed nervously, busying herself with straightening a display of tulips that absolutely did not need straightening. âYouâre imagining things.â
âOh no,â Melanie said, stepping closer. âIâve known you since you cried over a dead cactus. I know your baseline. Thisââ she tilted her head ââthis is new.â
Y/N shrugged, still smiling despite herself. âI just⊠slept well.â
Melanie raised a brow. âUh-huh. And let me guess. You slept alone?â
That did it. Y/N bit her lip, failing to hide the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth.
Melanie gasped, delighted. âOh my god. You didnât.â
âMel,â Y/N warned softly, but there was no real heat in it.
âYou did,â Melanie said, grinning. âYou totally did. Was it the Rose Guy?â
Y/Nâs hands stilled.
ââŠMaybe.â
Melanie clapped a hand over her mouth. âIT IS THE ROSE GUY!â
Y/N laughed, shaking her head. âPlease keep your voice down.â
Melanie leaned in conspiratorially, eyes bright. âOkay, okay. Details later. But I knew it. You look⊠happy. Like, actually happy.â
That made Y/N pause.
She looked down at the counter, fingers tracing the grain of the wood. âYeah,â she said quietly. âI think I am.â
Melanie softened instantly. âGood,â she said. âYou deserve that.â
Outside, the street carried on as usual â unaware, uninterested â but inside the shop, surrounded by flowers and quiet morning light, Y/N felt it settle in her chest.
Whatever this was with Bucky⊠it had already changed her.
The day had slowed into late afternoon by the time Y/N locked up the flower shop. The sun was lower now, casting long shadows across the street, the air warm but not heavy. Bucky was already there, leaning against his Harley like heâd been carved into the sceneâarms crossed, jacket unzipped, eyes tracking every movement around the shop out of habit.
Her heart eased the moment she saw him.
She walked toward him, bag slung over her shoulder, her steps slower than usual.
âHey,â he said softly, pushing off the bike.
âHey.â She smiled, but it didnât quite reach her eyes this time.
He noticed immediately.
âYou okay?â he asked, scanning her face the way he always did nowâcareful, thorough, protective.
âYeah. I meanââ she hesitated, then sighed. âCan we⊠walk for a minute?â
He nodded without question, falling into step beside her as they moved down the sidewalk, the city humming quietly around them. They didnât talk at first. Bucky never rushed her; heâd learned that silence could be an offering.
They stopped near a small park, the kind with a few benches and tired trees. Y/N sat, twisting her fingers together in her lap. Bucky stayed standing for a second, then sat beside her, close enough that their knees almost touched but not forcing it.
âThereâs something I need to do,â she said finally.
His head tilted slightly, attentive. âOkay.â
She swallowed. âI need to go back to my old apartment.â
His jaw tightenedânot angry, not jealous. Alert.
âTo get my things,â she added quickly. âJust⊠my clothes, documents, some personal stuff. I left everything when Iââ She stopped herself, breath catching. âWhen I left.â
Bucky didnât interrupt. Didnât push.
âI donât want to go alone,â she said, quieter now. âI thought I could. I told myself I could. But every time I think about opening that door, my chest justââ She pressed a hand there, shaking her head.
He turned fully toward her then.
âYou donât have to,â he said immediately.
She looked up, surprised. âWhat?â
âYou donât have to do it alone,â he repeated, voice steady. âNot if you donât want to.â
Her eyes searched his face, like she was checking for doubt, hesitation, conditions.
âIâm not asking you toââ she started, already retreating. âI mean, I know itâs not your problem and-â
âHey,â he cut in gently. âStop.â
She froze. He leaned forward, forearms resting on his thighs. âYouâre not a burden. And this is my concernâbecause it matters to you.â She exhaled shakily, shoulders sagging like sheâd been holding herself upright for too long.
âI just need you there,â she admitted. âI donât even know if Iâll be able to go inside. I might just⊠stand there.â
âThatâs fine,â he said. âWeâll stand there.â
Her eyes filled despite herself. âWhat if heâs there?â
Buckyâs answer came without hesitation. âThen Iâll handle it.â
There was no bravado in his voice. No threat. Just certainty.
She nodded slowly. âI donât need you to fight anyone.â
âI know,â he said. âI just need you safe.â
They sat like that for a moment, the city moving around them while something important settled into place between them. âWhen?â he asked.
âTomorrow,â she said. âIf thatâs okay.â
He stood, offering her his hand. âTomorrow.â
She took it, squeezing onceâgrateful, steadying.
As they walked back toward the bike, she realized something quietly monumental:
For the first time, she wasnât bracing herself for what came next.
Hi there! Can I have a request for Hannibal (from the show)?
Where the reader (female) is with Hannibal by the pool (in one of the episodes I remember Hannibal was in the pool).
But the reader is afraid of water because her ex was mean and often drowned her. But Hannibal doesn't know about that... the reader didn't want to disappoint him, so she tried to overcome her fear by force (as she went into the water to overcome her fear).
But then she has a panic attack along with a flashback of her ex drowning her. Hannibal then tries to bring her back to reality and help her overcome the attack...
A/N: Thank you so much for the request it was interesting to write it. Xxx
Warnings; Panic attack. Past relationship trauma. Mention of abuse.
When Hannibal booked a cabin for the weekend getaway you were very excited. Both of you were busy with work so it was going to be a nice experience, until you heard Hannibal say âPack a swimsuit honey, there is a thermal pool we can try.â And kissed your temple ever so gently, not noticing your face turning pale or how hard you were clutching a piece of clothing in your grasp as you were packing. You told yourself that you could do it⊠it had been a long time since you had nasty experience with water. Just recently you were closing your eyes as you take a shower.
The first day was fine, you and Hannibal were lazy in bed, tangled under the fluffy sheets, crackling coming from the fireplace soothes you but when night came he said he wanted to try the pool and asked you to join him. How could you say no? So you wore your swimsuit and followed him.
You places your towel on one of the chairs by the pool, steam coming out of the pool and warming the environment, it looked nice for a normal person to enjoy but as you watched Hannibal get in and making himself comfortable you could feel the fear clutching your throat like your ex boyfriendâs fingers. Before meeting Hannibal you had sworn off all types of relationships because of your ex who used to torture you with water. Your mind was replaying the gruesome memories of you being drowned, your heartbeat in your earsâŠ
Hannibal noticed your hesitation and wanted to encourage you toâCome here, love.â He extended his hand for you and you held it, slowly you got inside the pool, water caressing your thighs, it was fine at first till you could feel water climbing to your stomach and then your chest, âI- I canât..â you cries as you tried to get out. âY/N, whatâs wrong?!?â Hannibal asked but without a word you slipped from his hands and ran inside.
Once you reached your shared bedroom you took of your swimsuit and wore a white robe, sitting on the armchair by the fireplace. You were shivering, not because of cold, the past memories made your insides run ice. Hannibal knocked on the door first them waited for your soft reply and entered.
âDarlingâŠâ he called and you started crying, shoulders shaking. He immediately came by your side, knelt and cupped your cheeks, âWhat happened back there?â He asked with calmness and determination. He was going to get to the bottom of this. You explained everything and all he did was to pick you up and carry to the bed, he kissed your cheek and asked you to get some rest because tonightâs events drastically changed for him.
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Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?
A/N: Hi guys! Here i am with the SMUT! Can you believe it?! I hope you like it. Let me know what you think, im having so much fun writig it andddd I have also another story in mind about Bucky. Once I finish this i'll start the other. Love you all. Don't forget to check out the playlist. xxxx
Warnings: Truth is out. Confrontation. SMUT IS HERE!! Minors get the f out or else!!!
Words: 6.580K
Chapter Twelve
Y/N had been pacing in the house, receiving concerned looks from little Alpine, ââWhere is your daddy huh? He shouldâve been here by now..ââ but in truth she had no idea about his schedule. She knew nothing about him. Only his name, his address because she had to crash in⊠she saw a laptop on the small coffee table and her fingers itched for it⊠was it invading his privacy? Yes. But she had to. She sat on the floor, her bare legs felt the coldness of the floor, she had borrowed one of his shirts, she sighed and looked at Alpine. ââJust a quick look. Thatâs allâŠââ as if explaining to the cat was justifying her action right now. To her surprise Bucky had no password, but then she learned why, he had nothing when it comes to photos or personal files and then she had an idea. She decided to search his name on Google. Maybe he had an Instagram account she could follow, she believed they were close enough for that. Once she had written his full name her heart stopped. Y/Nâs fingers trembled on the keyboard as the results popped up. Dozens of articles. Old headlines. Grainy photos of a man with long hair, a metal arm glinting in the shadows. Security footage stills. A face so familiar it made her chest ache. Her breath caught in her throat.
âNoâŠâ she whispered, shaking her head as if she could undo what she was seeing.
âThe Winter Soldier strikes again.â
âUnknown assassin linked to multiple global incidents.â
âHYDRAâs ghost operative.â
She scrolled faster, eyes burning as faces of politicians, soldiers, even civilians flashed across the screen. Victims. Collateral damage. All pinned to him. To Bucky Barnes. Her stomach twisted violently. She pushed the laptop slightly away from her, as though the distance would stop the images from searing into her mind. Her pulse was racing, her palms sweaty. She looked at Alpine, who had hopped onto the couch and was staring at her with wide, curious eyes.
âHe⊠he killed people,â Y/N muttered, her voice shaking. Saying it out loud made it worse, more real. âSo many peopleâŠâ
She clicked on one of the videos, her own reflection staring back at her in the black screen before it began to play. A shaky recording, security cam footage, Bucky storming through a corridor with deadly precision. She couldnât tear her eyes away. The swiftness. The brutality. The coldness in his stare. It wasnât the man who had draped a blanket over her, or fed her hot soup, or left dry clothes for her in the bathroom. It wasnât the man whoâd let her scratch behind Alpineâs ear. It was someone else. Someone terrifying.
She slammed the laptop shut, her breathing ragged.
Her mind spun. Is this why he lives like this? Is this why he looks over his shoulder, why his eyes go so dark when he thinks no oneâs watching?
For a long time she just sat there on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest, tears threatening to spill but refusing to fall.
Then a sound jolted herâthe rumble of a bike engine outside.
Her whole body froze. She wiped quickly at her eyes, her chest tight with panic and confusion. She didnât know what to do. Should she confront him? Or Pretend she knew nothing?
The key turned in the lock.
Bucky was home.
The sound of the key in the lock jolted Y/N into motion. She shot up from the floor, pressing a shaky hand against her chest as if she could steady her heart. Her eyes flicked to the laptop still closed on the coffee table. No. She couldnât be sitting there when he walked in. She scrambled into the kitchen, hands busying themselves with the sink. She turned on the water too hard, the faucet hissing as she grabbed a towel and began wiping at the spotless counter. Anything to keep her back turned. Anything to look normal. The door creaked open. Heavy boots echoed across the floor. The familiar clink of dog tags as he shrugged out of his jacket.
âSorry Iâm late,â Buckyâs voice was low, rougher than usual, like gravel against her nerves. He tried to keep it casual. âRan into⊠something I couldnât avoid.â
He paused, knowing he owed her more. His eyes darted to the grocery bags still sitting untouched on the counter from that morning. He swallowed. âDidnât mean to keep you waiting.â
Y/N didnât turn. Her hands gripped the counter towel so tightly her knuckles whitened. She could feel him behind herâhis presence heavy, magnetic, the air in the room bending around him.
Finally, she forced herself to look.
Their eyes met.
Bucky froze. She wasnât just tired or annoyedâher eyes were wide, guarded. Fear, raw and unmistakable, flickered there before she could mask it. His chest tightened instantly, his heartbeat thundering in his ears louder than the storm that had raged the night before.
He opened his mouth to explain himself, to soften the edges of his lateness, but his words died as he noticed her gaze drift downâtoward his bruised cheek, the split along his lip, and his flesh hand, knuckles scraped raw.
He shifted uncomfortably, jaw clenching. âIt looks worse than it is,â he muttered, as if that mattered.
Y/N didnât say anything. She just nodded stiffly, eyes flicking back to the counter, wiping the same spot that had already been clean.
For the first time in a long time, Bucky felt something colder than the night air seep into his bones. She knew.
The clock on the wall ticked past three in the morning, but the kitchen lights were on as if it were midday. Y/N stood at the counter, sleeves of Buckyâs shirt rolled up to her elbows, moving briskly through the groceries heâd brought earlier. The plastic bags crinkled as she unpacked them, one item at a time. Y/N had to play this carefully in order to not to get hurt, Leo had thought her how to play the good little girlfriend and wear a mask to not get beaten up if she asked questions. Tonight she had to perform tomorrow she could flee, maybe get her things from her old apartment and stay with Melanie.
âYou got rice too,â she said brightly, setting it in the pantry with unnecessary precision. âThatâs perfect, I can make a stir fry tomorrow. Ohâand apples! These look great, maybe Iâll bake something.â
Her voice was light, cheerful, but her hands betrayed herâshaking as she stacked the apples in the bowl, one nearly slipping before she caught it too quickly. She laughed, a little too loud for the quiet apartment. âAlmost dropped that one, huh? Guess Iâm more tired than I thought.â
Bucky stood near the doorway, watching her. His chest was still heaving slightly from the ride home, bruises darkening along his cheek and knuckles, but none of it mattered compared to what he was seeing now. She was performing.
She closed the pantry, turned back to him with a bright smile. âAre you hungry? I could make eggs. Or toast, maybe? I know itâs lateâwell, earlyâbut honestly, food sounds good, right?â Her hands fluttered toward the stove, already reaching for a pan. âItâll just take a second.â
âY/N.â His voice cut through the ramble, low and firm.
She froze for the briefest moment before forcing another smile, busying herself with the pan as if she hadnât heard the weight in his tone. âYou like your eggs scrambled, donât you? Orâwait, maybe sunny side up? I can do both, really, itâs no troubleââ
âStop.â
The word made her falter, knuckles whitening on the handle of the pan. She turned slowly, meeting his eyes with that too-bright cheer plastered on her face, but her hands trembled where she held the pan against the counter.
Buckyâs gaze softened as he studied her. Â âYouâre shaking.â
Her smile twitched, faltering just a little before she steadied it again. âItâs justâjust cold.â She set the pan down too quickly, the clatter echoing in the quiet kitchen. âSee? Nothing. Iâm fine.â
She busied herself again, grabbing the eggs from the counter and holding them up like some prize. âBreakfast at 3 a.m. isnât the worst idea, right? I mean, youâve probably had weirder schedules.ââ Her words tumbled out fast, too fast.
Bucky stepped further into the kitchen, the weight of his boots heavy against the floor. He didnât say anything at first, just looked at herâthe way her hair fell loose, the sleeves of his shirt brushing her wrists, the tremor in her hands no matter how tightly she gripped the carton.
Finally, he spoke, voice quieter this time. âY/N⊠why are you acting like this?â
She laughed, brittle and short. âActing? Iâm justââ She waved the carton vaguely in the air, eyes avoiding his. âIâm trying to keep us fed, thatâs all. Someone has to, right?â
âDonât,â he said softly. Not an order, not sharpâjust a plea. âDonât put on a mask with me.â
That made her still. The smile on her face didnât fade, but it no longer reached her eyes. She turned back to the counter, setting the eggs down carefully, as though the simple act of arranging groceries could shield her from him.
Bucky didnât move closer. He just stood there, the bruises on his knuckles aching, his chest heavy, and watched the distance between them grow despite how small the kitchen was.
It was three in the morning, and she was standing in his shirt, offering him eggs with shaking hands, and for the first time since sheâd walked into his apartmentâshe felt a thousand miles away.
The silence pressed in, heavy, unbearable. Y/N moved around the kitchen with forced brightness, humming under her breath, shoving groceries into cupboards as though organizing them could erase the unease in her chest.
âDo you want tea? Coffee? Or I could makeââ Her voice wavered when she turned and saw him watching her, those piercing blue eyes never leaving her. She swallowed hard, set the carton of eggs down a little too firmly. The tremor in her hands betrayed her no matter how much she forced the smile.
âY/NâŠâ Buckyâs voice was low, careful. âWhatâs going on?â
âNothing,â she said too quickly, too brightly. âJustâjust hungry, thatâs all. You must be starving, right? Youâve been out all night, and itâs like, what, three in the morning?â She let out a breathless laugh, turning her back to him, fumbling with a pan. âI thought maybe pancakes, orââ
âStop.â The word was quiet but firm.
Her hands froze mid-motion, gripping the handle of the pan so tight her knuckles went white. For a moment, neither of them moved, the only sound the soft buzz of the refrigerator and Alpineâs faint purr from the couch.
Finally, she set the pan down, exhaled shakily, and turned to face him. Her smile was gone now, her eyes wide, wet with something unspoken. She bit her lip, then the words came out in a rush, trembling but sharp:
âAre youââ she stopped, breath catching. Her throat felt like it was closing, but she forced it out anyway, her voice louder this time, shaking with the weight of it. âAre you the Winter Soldier?â
The question sliced through the air, hanging there between them like a blade.
Bucky didnât move. His face didnât change. But in his chest, something fractured.
The question hung there, sharp and cold, like shattered glass between them. He had to be careful not to get hurt or hurt her.
Y/N stood frozen by the counter, her chest rising and falling too fast, her hands trembling against the edge of the wood. She searched his face desperately, waiting, dreading.
Bucky didnât answer. Not right away. His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking in his cheek, and his eyesâthose steady blue eyes that once felt so safeâwere unreadable and darker now.
The silence stretched. Long enough that Alpine hopped down from the couch, padding into the kitchen as if even the cat could sense the tension.
Y/Nâs breath hitched. She almost wanted him to deny it, to laugh, to tell her she was imagining things. But he didnât. Ignorance was a bliss after all. He just stood there, bruised, bloodied knuckles at his side, his shirt hanging loose on his frame.
When he finally spoke, his voice was low, careful, deliberate. Like every syllable was a minefield.
ââŠWhere did you hear that?â
Her heart dropped at the non-answer, at the way his tone carried both weariness and warning. She pressed her lips together, blinking hard, and Bucky took a step forward, slow, cautiousâas though she might shatter if he moved too fast.
Bucky felt like a man who was about to lose everything all at once again, like decades ago and he wasnât ready for that. Not again. Not now. Not ever.
Y/N swallowed hard, her fingers digging into the counter as if the wood could anchor her. She shook her head, eyes flicking anywhere but him.
âNo one told me.â Her voice wavered, but she pushed through. âI⊠I was here, waiting for you. It was late, and I justââ she gestured vaguely toward the living room, where his laptop still sat innocently on the coffee table. âI opened your laptop. There was nothing on it, not even a picture, so I searched your name.â
Her throat tightened. âAnd it was all there. The files. The articles. The⊠the videos.â
The words trembled out of her, her knuckles turning white from how tightly she held onto the counter. She finally forced herself to meet his gaze, her own eyes glassy, brimming with fear and something elseâbetrayal.
âI didnât need anyone to tell me,â she whispered. âThe world already knows what you are.â
The sentence cut sharper than she meant it to, and she winced as soon as it left her mouth, leaving a bitter taste.
Bucky flinched. Not at her volume, but at the truth laid bare. His jaw worked as though he was chewing on words he didnât know how to say, his metal arm flexing subtly at his side.
The silence thickened again, so heavy that even the hum of the fridge felt too loud.
Her chest felt tight, like her ribs were made of glass. She didnât know what to do with the storm inside herâso she focused on the one thing she could control.
âSit down,â she said suddenly, her voice steadier than she expected. She gestured to the couch.
Bucky blinked at her, almost startled by the tone. For a second, he looked like he might argueâbut then, wordless, he obeyed. He lowered himself onto the couch, his broad shoulders slumping, the weight of the night clear in the cut of his bruised cheekbone and the raw skin across his knuckles.
Y/N turned without a word, heading to the bathroom. She remembered. She always remembered. That cheap first-aid kit sheâd once bought  for him after a late-night shift at the market, because she hated the idea of him being bruised.  She carried it back, her bare feet whispering against the floor. Alpine peeked out from under the table but didnât dare disturb the tension in the air. Y/N sat beside him, close enough to smell the iron tang of blood and faint motor oil clinging to his skin.
She didnât speak. Instead, she opened the kit, pulling out the antiseptic wipes and cotton pads with trembling fingers that she willed to steady. She leaned in, dabbing carefully at the bruises across his face, her jaw set, her eyes refusing to meet his. The silence was thickâso much left unsaid, heavy between them.
Bucky sat there without flinching, his flesh hand loose on his knee, his metal one resting inert against his thigh. He watched her, the quiet focus on her face, the way her hands shook no matter how hard she tried to hide it.
Finally, his voice cut through the stillness, low and rough.
âI was going to tell you.â
Her hand froze mid-motion. Slowly, she lowered the cotton pad, swallowing hard, her eyes flicking up to his.
âI wasnât hiding it because I wanted to lie,â he continued, his words deliberate, cautious. âI just⊠I didnât want you to see me that way. Not through what the world says about me. Not through HYDRAâs shadow.â
The faintest crack of vulnerability bled into his voice as his blue eyes searched hers.
âIâm not⊠him anymore. I havenât been for a long time.â
Her hand hovered over his knuckles, the antiseptic wipe trembling slightly between her fingers, but she said nothing. Not a word. Her chest rose and fell, rapid but quiet, like she was holding herself together with sheer force of will.
Buckyâs words seemed to hang in the air, fragile as glass. He could see the storm in her eyes, the sudden hardness that replaced the warmth she usually carried. He stayed still, letting her take the lead, letting her hands hover and hover before finally pressing the cotton gently against his bruised knuckles.
The room was thick with quiet, the only sound the faint rustle of the antiseptic cloth and Alpineâs soft padding across the floor. Buckyâs metal arm caught the dim light of the lamp above, a subtle reminder of what he was, what heâd been, what he still carried inside.
He didnât try to fill the silence. He didnât move closer or reach for her hand. He simply exhaled slowly, the tension coiling in his shoulders easing just a fraction, because she was here, tending to him, trusting him enough to sit so close.
Her lips pressed into a thin line, eyes locked on his wounds but her mind clearly elsewhere. She was silent, and in that silence, he felt everything she was thinking. The fear. The questions. The judgment. The distance.
Bucky knew heâd have to be careful. Every word, every gesture from this point forward would matter.
âY/N,â he finally murmured, voice soft, careful, almost a whisper, âIâI didnât ask you to do this. I didnât mean for you to see⊠any of me like this.â
She didnât answer. She just continued, slow, deliberate, cleaning the bruises, her eyes flicking briefly to his face before returning to his knuckles. The silence stretched on, heavy and intimate, and Bucky realized that this quiet actâher sitting beside him, taking care of him, even without wordsâwas more honest than any explanation he could give.
Bucky shifted slightly on the couch, careful not to jostle her hands. He watched her fingers move over his knuckles and the faint bruises on his face, each touch deliberate, precise. Her silence was loud in the roomâhe could feel every unspoken thought, every measure of caution in her posture.
âIâŠâ he began, his voice low, hesitant. âWhat you found⊠itâs true.â He paused, choosing each word as though stepping on glass. âI was⊠I was the Winter Soldier.â
Her hands didnât stop, didnât tremble more, but the air between them seemed to tighten. She didnât look up at him, just kept cleaning, a quiet defiance in the way she refused to meet his gaze.
âI know what youâre thinking,â Bucky continued, voice careful, measured. âAnd I know what that makes me. What it might make you think I am⊠or what I couldâve been capable of.â
Still, she didnât respond. Not a word. Not even a glance.
âI didnât want you to find out like this,â he admitted, the words almost breaking through the restraint he held on his voice. âI didnât want this part of me to⊠touch your world. I tried to leave it behind, tried to be someone⊠someone else for myself. For you.â
The silence stretched again, but now it was differentâless about fear, more about weight. She was processing, she was judging, she was⊠thinking. He could feel it.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her hand paused on his wrist, just for a fraction of a second. Not a look, not a wordâbut it was enough for him to know she had acknowledged his truth.
Bucky exhaled, just slightly, letting the tension in his chest ease, though the weight of her silent questions still pressed against him. âIâll answer anything⊠if you want. Iâll tell you everything,â he said softly. âBut only if youâre ready. I wonât⊠I wonât push you.â
She finally lifted her eyes to his, still quiet, but her gaze was steady, piercing. And in that look, he understoodâshe was scared, she was wary, but she was also curious. And maybe, just maybe⊠willing to hear him out.
Her hands hovered over his bruised knuckles for a moment longer, then she finally withdrew them, resting them gently in her lap. Her chest felt tight, her pulse racing. She swallowed hard, her eyes traveling from his eyes down to his lipsâslightly parted, unguarded in a way that made her breath hitch.
It shouldnât have been possible. She shouldnât have wanted this. Yet the fear, the tension, the unspoken truth between themâit all converged in that moment. She leaned forward, almost imperceptibly at first, and their faces drew closer.
Buckyâs blue eyes widened slightly as he sensed her movement. He didnât move away. He couldnât. His heart thumped in his chest, a mix of caution and longing. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders now, tentative, almost afraid to hold him too close.
And then she kissed him.
It was soft, exploratory, a question wrapped in courage. Her lips pressed to his, gentle at first, testing the waters, tasting the reality of himâthe warmth, the steadiness, the humanity beneath the Winter Soldier legend. Bucky froze, then slowly, ever so slowly, his handâflesh oneârose to cup the side of her face, thumb brushing lightly against her cheek.
The kiss deepened just slightly, a fragile melding of trust and desire. She felt the tension in him, the restraint he was maintaining, and it made her heart ache. Yet she held on, letting herself take the risk, letting herself feel something she hadnât allowed in years.
When they finally pulled back, just slightly, her forehead rested against his, her breath mingling with his. She didnât speak. She didnât need to. Her eyes, wide and glimmering with unshed tears, said everything she couldnât put into words.
Buckyâs lips hovered near hers, his own breath ragged, his. âYou⊠you didnât have to do that,â he murmured, though his voice betrayed a rare vulnerability, a crack in the armor he carried for decades.
She shook her head faintly, a small, incredulous smile tugging at her lips. âI⊠I wanted to,â she whispered, her voice barely audible. âI need⊠I need to feel something real, even if it scares me.â
Buckyâs hand moved to her back, gently drawing her closer, the barest brush of his metal fingers over her shirt. âYouâre⊠braver than you think,â he said, his voice low, almost a growl, tinged with something older, something raw.
And in that silent living room, late at night, with bruises and truths between them, they let themselves linger there, in a first kiss that held a promise: that they might navigate the darkness together, slowly, carefully, dangerously.
Her lips lingered against his, soft at first, almost shyâbut the moment she felt his hand move tentatively to the small of her back, all caution evaporated. The restraint theyâd both carried for yearsâthe solitude, the cold, the mission-driven lifeâfelt like it was cracking under her touch. Her hands trailed up his broad chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin shirt. She shivered at the heat he radiated, the power coiled in his frame, the palpable tension that had been waiting decades to be released.
Buckyâs blue eyes darkened, shadowed with a mixture of desire and hesitation. His hands rested on her waist for a heartbeat, unsure, hesitantâdecades of training, of control, of frozen discipline clawing at him. But the weight of her need, her boldness, her willingness to cross the line first, broke something inside him. He shifted slightly, creating space without breaking contact, and she sensed it instantly.
Before he could process, she moved with a boldness she hadnât known she possessed. She straddled his lap, her legs brushing along his thick thighs, settling comfortably against his hips. His thighs were warm and solid beneath her, unyielding, and she marveled at the strength in himâthe kind of strength that wasnât just muscle, but history, pain, survival. Her hands moved to his shoulders, holding herself steady, leaning in, pressing her forehead to his, her lips tracing his again.
Buckyâs breath hitched, ragged. âY/N⊠Iââ he started, but the words died in his throat as the years of restraint, of frozen solitude, met the heat of her body against his. He could feel every inch of her against him, every tremor in her hands, every heartbeat. He wanted to control, to pull backâbut his body betrayed him. His large hands cupped her hips, then her thighs, careful but firm, unsure how to navigate this new territory.
She kissed him harder, letting her hands roam his chest, feeling the muscles beneath, feeling him react. The smell of himâthe soap, the faint scent of leather from his jacket, the raw masculine warmthâoverwhelmed her senses. Bucky groaned low in his throat, part instinct, part frustration, part need. He had never been touched like this, never held by someone who wanted him without hesitation, without fear.
Her lips traveled from his mouth to his jaw, nipping gently, her body pressing into his. He felt the weight of the years he had denied himself, the hunger he had ignored, and it surged up, unmanageable. His metal arm rested lightly beside them, unused for now, but his flesh hand gripped her hips tighter, grounding both of them.
âY/NâŠâ he whispered, voice hoarse, his restraint thinning. âI⊠Iâve⊠been⊠starved⊠for⊠thisâŠâ
She shivered at the sound of him confessing, her pulse racing faster. âThen stop⊠stop holding back,â she whispered, her lips brushing his ear.
He exhaled sharply, a mix of relief and desire, letting himself give in just enough, leaning back into the couch with her straddling him. Her hands tangled in his hair, her body pressed into his, and for a moment, neither cared about hesitation, control, or the world outside. It was just themâyears of longing, restraint, and hidden need finally colliding.
She could feel it before he said anything. Pressed against her through the thin fabric of his pants, the hardness of him stirred a heat deep in her core. Her hands gripped his shoulders tighter, trying to ground herself as a shiver ran down her spine. She moved just slightly, shifting her hips against his, teasing, feeling the reaction ripple through him.
Buckyâs breath hitched, ragged and low. His flesh hand rested on her waist, fingers tightening slightly, but his metal arm stayed rigid at his side. He hadnât touched her thereâhe didnât want to risk hurting her, didnât want to break the fragile trust in this new closeness.
Her lips found his again, kissing him with more urgency now, tongues brushing, teeth nipping softly. She could feel him responding under her, his thighs tightening, a shiver rolling through his chest with every small motion she made. Subconsciously, she started moving her hips in slow, teasing circles, letting the friction build without words.
âY/NâŠâ His voice was husky, rough, and low. She felt the tension in him, the restraint, the years of denial clawing at him. She could sense him holding back, trying to stay careful, but the heat between them was undeniable, electric.
She leaned forward, resting her forehead against his, her breath mingling with his. âI donât care,â she whispered, almost teasing, almost pleading. âIâm here. With you.â
That was all it took. He exhaled sharply, muscles in his jaw and neck tightening. His fingers dug slightly into her hips, just enough to hold her, to keep her close. He still didnât use the metal arm, but every inch of his body pressed instinctively into hers, mirroring the motion, letting her feel the power, the weight, the need in him.
Their kiss deepened, desperate and hungry now. She felt his erection straining against his pants more clearly, heat pooling between them. Her movements became bolder, grinding lightly against him in rhythm with her pulse, dry humping softly, testing, exploring. He groaned low in her ear, shivering, but still careful, still tethered by the fear of hurting her.
Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her lips moving over his jaw, his neck, his mouthâclaiming, needing, tasting. Every subtle movement pressed them tighter together. The couch beneath them became a world of heat and longing, where the past restraints of decades seemed to melt away, leaving only the raw, consuming need of two people starved for each other.
Her movements against him had become almost reckless, her lips and hands claiming every inch she could reach. Buckyâs breath hitched, his eyes darkening with need, but he stayed hesitant with his metal arm, afraid of hurting her. The couch suddenly felt too small for the intensity building between them.
Without a word, he lifted her effortlessly off his lap, her arms instinctively winding around his neck. Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized just how massive he was, how solid every inch of him felt beneath her. Before she could protestâor even catch her breathâhe carried her toward the bedroom.
The soft mattress swallowed her as he gentlyâbut with the raw strength she could never resistâthrew her onto the bed. She gasped, staring up at him, completely in awe of the sheer power and size of his body hovering over hers. His biceps flexed as he leaned closer, his wide shoulders casting a shadow that felt both protective and dangerous.
Her hands traced the planes of his chest, memorizing the feel, the warmth, and the tension beneath. She could feel his need pressing down through his clothes, and the thought made her shiver.
Buckyâs eyes searched hers, trying to gauge if she was okay, if he could let himself give in without fear. The silence stretched, heavy with anticipation, broken only by their shallow breaths.
Finally, almost unable to hold back any longer, he lowered his lips to hers, capturing her in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. Her hands roamed his back, clinging to him, feeling the strength that had been kept hidden for so long. The sight of her trust, her surrender, sent a rush through himâevery restraint he had held for decades threatening to break.
She looked up at him, wide-eyed and breathless, and whispered, âBuckyâŠâ
He didnât answer with words. Instead, he let himself feel the pull, the need, the ache heâd carried for years, and he pressed closer, hovering over her, careful, yet entirely lost in the overwhelming desire to be with her.
The moonlight spilled through the window, casting silver patterns across the bed and illuminating her skin. Buckyâs blue eyes darkened as he hovered over her, his hands trembling slightlyânot from lack of control, but from the weight of what this moment meant.
Slowly, reverently, he reached for the hem of her shirtâthe one sheâd borrowed from him, soft against his fingers. She didnât resist. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, her pulse racing, and he could feel the warmth of her skin just beneath the fabric.
With a careful tug, he lifted the shirt over her head, revealing her bare shoulders and the curve of her body. His breath caught. After decades of isolation, of being used and feared, seeing her like thisâvulnerable yet so aliveâhit him in a way nothing else ever had.
Her eyes met his, shimmering in the moonlight, and for a moment they simply stared at each other. He traced a finger along her arm, memorizing the softness, the heat, and the gentle tremor that ran through her. She shivered at his touch, not from fear, but from the intensity building between them.
Bucky swallowed hard, his own need pressing through, but he remained mindful, his metal arm tucked safely at his side. The shadows of the room danced across her body as he leaned closer, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that was both hesitant and charged with everything heâd been holding back for decades.
Her hands moved to his shoulders, clutching him, as if anchoring herself to the reality of this moment. Every inch of her body was exposed, and yet she felt safeâprotected by the very man who could have terrified her, had he wanted to.
He paused, his forehead resting against hers, breathing her in, committing the sight of her to memory. âYouâre⊠beautiful,â he whispered, voice husky, reverent, almost afraid to break the fragile intimacy of this first reveal.
And in the silver glow of the moonlight, surrounded by silence, they simply let themselves feel, letting the tension, desire, and trust hang between them, thick and unspoken, ready to ignite.
He leaned in, brushing his lips over hers with a slow, deliberate hunger, letting his hands explore the curves he had longed to trace. His fingers glided over her shoulders, down the curve of her back, and along the sides of her torso, careful yet reverent. Y/N shivered under his touch, her hands finding the warmth of his flesh, gripping his arms as if anchoring herself to him. His flesh hand cupped her breast and she arched her back, his hand felt so rough and yet delicate at the same time and he massaged her breast, later did the same thing with the other and he couldnât help himself, as his flesh hand played with the other he leaned in and gave another a long suck. Her breast felt so soft in his mouth that he could just come right there, as he pulled his mouth away with an obscene ââpopââ that echoed in the room she blushed deeper and thanked the dimly lit room. He carefully sucked the other one, leaving her whining under his touch, the soft sounds she made drove his mind crazy like he was being tortured⊠in a good way. He could feel his entire body hot and filled with adrenalin.
Slowly, deliberately, he began to shed his shirt, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. Y/Nâs breath hitched as she took in the sight of himâbroad shoulders, sculpted chest, the lean, powerful muscles that spoke of decades of strength and survival. Her hands tightened in the blankets beneath her, her pulse thundering in her ears as she drank in every inch of him.
Buckyâs eyes flicked to hers, scanning her reactions with a vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to show. There was something in her gazeâcuriosity, desire, aweâand it both humbled him and ignited a fire in his chest. He stepped closer, the heat radiating from his skin making her ache, his proximity impossible to ignore. When he took off his pants and boxers Y/Nâs jaw almost dropped, his member was very big and very ready, the tip of it glistening with pre-cum. Y/N averted her gaze but earned a chuckle, ââYou can look.ââ He said with a soft voice that held smug, ââYou donât have to hide.ââ As he approached she noticed the scars he had, his flesh shoulder, torso, she bet he had so many at his back, he parted her legs and was left with surprise, his flesh fingers found her soaked core, and when his fingertips made contact she whined and arched her back, asking for more. ââFuck..ââ he was in trance, he had never expected any woman, let alone Y/N to be this aroused by him. He dared to rub her there, and when she made that soft noise he knew he was doing something right, so he gently started to rub her soaked entrance, smearing it around, earning moans from her, her eyes were closed, ââLook at me..ââ he whispered, ââLet me see those beautiful eyes..ââ and she opened her eyes to meet his dark ocean ones.  ââBuckyâŠââ she almost screamed when he inserted a thick finger, ââYes, doll?ââ he had this smirk on his lips that reached his eyes and in that moment she saw a glimpse of a young boy before the misfortunes. Y/N opened her legs wider, inviting him. ââGood girl.ââ
He inserted another finger to test her limit and he moved his fingers in and out of her, the liquid sounds her core made almost made him pound her but this was their first time and Bucky, had to remember the rules. He pulled out his fingers and she whined, immediately missing his fingers inside of her, he coated his painful erection with her wetness and she watched him do it. It was so hot she almost fainted in heat. ââTell me you want this⊠tell me Iâm not imagining it.ââ He almost begged as he positioned himself between her legs, holding her hips possessively. ââPlease Bucky⊠I want you..ââ it was all he needed. Someone wanting him. Someone needing him.Â
ââYou donât know what youâre doing to me..ââ Bucky confessed and she could feel his tip entering her wet core, he was slow, painfully so. Once he felt her warmness he had to stop himself, otherwise he was going to lose it. Her legs wrapped around his waist tightly, pulling him towards and Bucky pushed his aching member fully inside her and stopped, letting both of them to feel each other fully and also getting use to each other. ââBuckyâŠââ she whispered his name in half pain half need, at first it felt somewhat uncomfortable for her, since her only sexual partner was Leo ever since high school and now she was letting someone else explore her body. ââY/N.. tell me if Iâm too much.ââ She whispered in her ear, ââPlease tell me if I-ââ she stopped him because he was spiraling. ââDonât stop.ââ His stubble was tickling her cheek, he was breathing in her ear and driving her mad. He lifted a bit to meet her beautiful eyes, looking for reassurance. She wasnât lying, or acting so he pulled out fully and pushed inside again and then started to create a rhythm, his pubic hair was also creating a delightful friction. Buckyâs heart was beating in his ears, he felt as if his heart was going to explode from her scent, her heat, the warmness her sweet and slick core wrapping him tightly, she was very tight and if he werenât careful he would be coming right then and there. Their hips were meeting in steady movements, she was whining and moaning with the feeling of him, this beefy man on top of her, giving her what she wanted, she felt embraced in his warmth and aura. Buckyâs slight groans grew louder, and she found herself loving the sounds he made, whispering her name into her ear, his breath hot and tickling her entire body.