#mth fic

you're the light, you're the night | @howdoyousleep3 steve rogers x bucky barnes | explicit | wip

notable tags: mafia/mob au, arranged marriage, slow burn, daddy kink, violence (gun, threats, blood), found family, pov steve rogers, pov bucky barnes, falling in love, angst, happy ending

summary: After his father's careless mistake, Bucky Barnes' life becomes controlled by the Bratva. The multiple jobs he works to support his family, his ill sister's treatment, his paused education, his nonexistent love life; every dull and draining day blurs together as he lives his life for everyone but himself...until he's given a way out. Leave Russia and move to New York City, marry a man named Steve Rogers, and his father's debt will be forgiven in full, his family taken care of. To Bucky, it seems like an obvious decision. But when the stranger he ends up marrying turns out to be involved in the same illicit world Bucky was eager to leave behind, and with a menacing rival that threatens the life he's desperately trying to find his footing in, Bucky feels as if he's in more trouble now than when he had the Bratva breathing down his neck.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Clint Barton Additional Tags: Post-HYDRA Reveal, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, modern WS!Bucky Barnes, Captain America Steve Rogers, not sure if that counts as Shrunkyclunks or not, OC stands for Original Cat, accidental pet acquisition, Steve Rogers's Sadness Interior Decorating Summary:

Objectively, losing the Bucharest safehouse and its contents was the least of Bucky’s problems. The balding agent he’d seen directing the raid was apparently affiliated with SHIELD, which was a shadowy government agency that made representatives from other shadowy government agencies suddenly remember urgent appointments when Bucky tried to bribe, threaten, and otherwise shake them down for information on what the hell SHIELD might want with a former brainwashed assassin. Dodging SHIELD should be his number one priority.

She hands Steve the folder, he opens it— And immediately forgets about the temptress he had just been contemplating scandalously making his wife.  He feels pinned in place as his eyes take in the one picture before him.  This is a man.  This is a picture of the most beautiful man Steve has ever set eyes on.  It’s obviously taken without his knowledge, zoomed in from afar, maybe outside from the street. The man sits at a small table within a shop, possibly a coffee shop or maybe a bookstore, head buried in a book, cup and saucer taking up most of the space on the small table that he occupies.  It’s a simple photo, an unimpressive one even, yet Steve is forced to make an active effort to steady his breathing. He knows Natasha wouldn’t joke with him, wouldn’t play these sorts of games with him, his sexuality, and the seriousness of the situation. He asks anyway.  “Are you fucking with me?” He doesn’t look over at her as he asks his question; he can’t pull his eyes away from the photo in his lap. All he gets in response is a curt, “No,” and he knows it to be true. Steve’s first coherent thought is that he can’t imagine how intensely beautiful this man is in person if he looks like this from this shitty angle and from so far away and through the foggy glass of the shop. Hair the color of the richest chocolate, a pink mouth that pouts so naturally it’s making Steve dizzy, long and elegant fingers and deliciously long legs that seem endless— Steve wants...

Zemo reaches into his jacket and retrieves a photograph, not caring in the slightest that Bucky is so obviously to the point of breaking down into tears. He’d surely enjoy it. He hands Bucky the photograph, sliding it over to him on the table and— Bucky can’t breathe for entirely different reasons now. This is a picture of the most beautiful man Bucky has ever set eyes on. He’s rocked by the sight of this Steve Rogers.  The first thing Bucky notices are his tattoos and what seems to be an endless amount of ink covering his skin. Even donning a form-fitting, midnight navy suit, his tattoos peek out from the open collar of his crisp dress shirt and slip up his neck. They’re on the back of his hands too, dipping between what look like thick, capable fingers, a few of them donning rings.  The tattoos alone are enough to make Bucky’s mouth water. But he takes up space, even in this photo of him getting out of a well tinted SUV. His presence through the picture leaves Bucky breathless, as does his close-cut beard and golden hair that falls to his jawline, long and artfully unkempt. The hard look on his face keeps Bucky’s breath from him even longer, a set jaw and a stern set of eyebrows doing wild things to his stomach. He's aroused and honestly a little frightened by this man. "James Barnes— meet your future husband...”

current mth fic word count: 13,193

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