Pairing: Warrior!Bucky Barnes & Necromancer!FemReader
Summary: when a knights quest leads him on a darkened path to Necropolis—an undead world he was told to fear—he must find salvation with an unlikely ally. A descendant of Nephalem bloodline, you welcome the wounded kight. Only to learn within light and darkness, can be balance.
Warnings: MDNI 18+, death, blood, cursing, resurrection, religion, medieval times, violence, enemies to lovers (if you squint), smut, p in v sexual relations, war, demons, angels, spells, wounds, SLOW BURN, Bucky Barnes (he is a warning), not beta'd we die like men.
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Hmmmmmm, Liu's master is technically a character, (a necromancer with a particular grudge against Slender ;3) but- I could do a little switcheroo because you asked nicely <33 uwu
The boy had been an investment for you, young as he was when he died, still filled with the rage of a thousand suns, it was easy to wake him
No one comes easy from the grave, but he took it better than most and agreed to your terms of the deal
You spent years training him, watching him, carefully honing his skills to make him into your weapon-
It is a bit taboo for a necromancer to become attached to their zombie, but Liu has always been such a character. Angry, protective, shy, seeking approval
And he's older now, not a scared and angry little boy, he was a man, he was still angry but fear had long left him, especially with you...
You were the thing that grounded him, you taught him control, you gave him back his agency, his power, he was fully devoted to you
It was taboo, but you were a necromancer, everything about you was taboo...
And his skin was as cold as the dead, but his face still flushed red when you pressed pressed your lips against his <3
Idk as I said I'm nor a writer so idk, I have a story idea though this will be Lost boys/Reader and reader/Y/N is a death witch/necromancer. It will have multiple chapters and rn it features blood drinking, pass away comments of raising the dead/animal bones, kidnapping. Reader lives out of spite honestly and the boys find it amusing
What if Max came up with a different plan to get Lucy's attention. With a kidnapped witch/necromancer (reader) now thrown to the Lost Boys mercy for the time being. Michael and Sam are unknowingly in danger and Max hopes to use them as leverage, he should have listened to the warnings given.
This includes Max being a manipulative ass tryna get Lucy. Michael is still human, Max wants to kill them and use the reader's abilities to revive them so Lucy has no choice but to choose him. Unluckily for Max he didn't listen to the witch and how their abilities actually work, luckily for Lucy's son's the reader grows a friendship with the group of punkish vamps..
I'm sorry if any of the Italian petnames used aren't correct but they are intended as:
Passerotto: little sparrow
STORY BELOW
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The floor creaked as synthetic light poured into the room with the opening door.
Your vision squinted at the sudden blinding light, grimacing and falling over yourself at the sudden pull of the handcuffs that had been chained to the empty bedframe.
"Up, don't make this harder" Max's voice was firm as he spoke, fed up with nights of waiting and trying to outwit the witch to follow his word.
He was losing patience.
"Finally letting me go?" You quipped, your voice was hoarse from not talking and minimal water whenever your 'host' remembered you needed substance to continue living. Not that he wanted you in top shape, it was the reason you were being kept here, with little movement, no light and scarce food and water. Nevermind the method Max had been using to make sure you were so low on strength you were unable to scramble any little flecks of power to aid you. So called method defining his monstrous nature more than you already new, feeding almost nightly off of your blood to keep you weak and himself from having to leave to feed too often.
"Not tonight my dear" Shaking to your feet you blew some of your hair out of your face, your legs were unused to having to bear their own weight for the past week or so. Following the tall man, not that you had much choice, you slowly left the room on unsteady feet, at least Max waited long enough for you to get down the stairs without injuring yourself more and breaking anything.
The car journey wasn't long, although it was hard to tell, even sat in the car seat had your body wanting to lay down and sleep somewhat comfortably compared to the past wooden floors. Your mind couldn't comprehend escaping even if you could, head sluggish and senses understimulated, conjuring any sort of magic was far from your reach.
You didn't recognise the surrounding area when the car stopped, your captor getting out and unlocking the door and motioning you out. You wouldn't get far from the head vamp if you tried, and by the gods did it irritate you. Before you would have easily reached for the connection between your magic and death, bringing forth the spirits of lost forgotten bones to listen to your will. Now? You would have been luckily to be able to identify and locate a single vertebrae in the surrounding dirt.
It was night, expected, not like Max could walk around in the day, you almost preferred it with your eyes having grown accustomed to the forever darkness you were forcefully shrouded in in Max's home. Your handcuffs were plucked forward, being guided to walk down the steep hidden steps that were more rock and cascading stones than actual stairs. Walking down them was hard with the awkward unbalance of your hards forced infront of you by the cuffs, with the blowing wind from the crashing sea below the cliff you tumbled down the last few steps with a groan.
Or, you would have, if your arm wasn't caught by a gloved hand, easily catching and holding your weight as you regained yourself. Icey blue eyes staring straight through you as the leather clad man turned his attention to Max. His hand now tightening as if to keep hold of you from running away, as if you could, maybe it was to stop you from falling again.
Unlikely.
"Bringing company? Or just checking in as you claim" The man spoke, he knew Max then, and with the confidence he exuded it wasn't a far throw to presume he was also a vampire. Likely Max's kin your mind so helpfully provided "outstanding" you thought to yourself, almost missing the amused twitch at the corner of the blue eyed man's mouth.
"A project. I'm losing patience, I have other things to attend to so perhaps you can be more persuasive David. I trust you won't fail"
"Ye of little faith" an amused smirk curled across this David's face, although it was more aimed towards Max than yourself. It was becoming clear a healthy family relationship was not in the cards for these two, not that many vampires had much of such things. So in turn it seemed you were being given to more sadistic captors? Lady luck really had cast you aside and buried you well and good.
Max gave an irritated look, akin to a father trying not to lose his temper with his child. "I would rather have this conversation in private" He emphasised the word private by pinning you with a stare, your own stared back unwavering, the will to simply spite this man one of the many things keeping you going. That and the change in environment had the tiniest cracks of hope peaking through your falling resolve.
A few seconds past before this David easily passed you off to another man who had appeared from almost thin air, this one was taller with long dark hair and a stoic look. A painted jaguar adorning the denim jacket he wore over his shirtless chest, different variations of jewellery adorning his jean belt as well as an oil stained red rag, likely used by smeone who worked on machinery. Replacing his hand with this David's, he led you into the cave, leaving the apparent leader and his sire to discuss Max's plans.
Mustering your voice in its broken hoarse tone you spoke as you made your way into the cave, taking note of the route and specific decorations that could work as a point of interest or a marker of your way out. "Where am I?"
"Doesn't matter" The response you got was flat and gave little to think on, his voice rumbling and low. Rolling your eyes you tested the will of the man, dragging your heels just enough to be irritating but not enough to be obvious, your mind starting to concoct any resemblance of determination and possible adrenaline. You could hear laughter echo through the caverns, more masculine voices occasionally cut in by a more feminine sounding one, more vampires you had to presume.
"You're Max's kin?" You question, the more information you had the clearer an image you could put together on how to escape even if it was such a tiny chance. The slight glare you got confirmed your suspicious, the reactions the two vampires you had met so far gave away that it was a rocky and likely unwanted relationship to the man. A more delirious and hopeful hostage may have believed they could have befriended these younger vampire's in hopes of escaping a combined unwanted captor, even if they didn't appear to be very captive. You quickly swatted the thought away, there was no point in wasting energy on useless plans that were almost guaranteed to fall through.
This new environment though, despite being more definite in its features to isolate you and drain you of your force of will, provided more of a chance of you being able to conjure the smallest bit of magic if you focused enough. There was definitely enough bones here somewhere, whether scattered throughout the caverns, to summon the beings energy to aid you. Even if it was just to loosen the cuffs adorning your wrists.
You stumbled as you were unceremoniously shoved into the room you had been led to, too preoccupied with your thoughts and possible plan that you hadn't even noticed you had arrived at your new 'cell' of sorts. An old caved in hotel room, the bed was splintered and any furniture was caved in, broken or vandalised to the point of being almost unusable. U landed on your knees with your handcuffed hands, regaining your balance on the cold splintered floor, ur weight pulled forward again as the dark haired man procured an old chain, forcing ur hands out and intending to attach it to your handcuffs, forcing ur limited movement in the room. He didn't get the chance though.
Gaining the smallest boost of adrenaline at the possibility of an increased chance of freedom, waiting for the man to be close enough you lurched your head forward. The splitting pain that welled from your skull flowered with the connecting hit of your temple making contact with the vampire's jaw. A snarl left him as he stumbled back and without thought grabbed hold of his jaw. Taking your chance you scrambled to your protesting feet, running away from the vampire and attempting to follow the path back to the entrance.
Not that you got far.
"Whoa there passerotto!" Your weight was easily lifted by a jacket covered arm, catching you by your waist and laughing at the chasing man that had been hot on your tail. "Going somewhere?" The new cherub faced man grinned, full of mischief and danger, like a cat with a fluttering bird caught between it's claws as he addressed you.
"Damn they caught you with your guard down Dwayney" Another voice cutting through, energetic and amused, mocking the man Dwayne, this one belonging to a wild haired blonde as he stopped at the scene, sending a wink your way. Your chance of escape fluttering away until it was gone, the heavy drain of movement leaving you crumpling a little into the curly haired blonde's arm. Not that he seemed to mind, both blondes terribly amused at the prospect of the knock you had left 'Dwayne' with, glancing back at Dwayne who glared at you despite the knock already healed it seemed having caught him off guard was more of the issue than actually hitting him.
"Their spicy" The wild blonde purred out, tilting your chin to look at him, although the look you were given was much more deadly and predatory than anything flirtatious.
"Their off the menu" David's voice cut through the gathering. The two blondes moving to accommodate their apparent leader as he stepped forward. "Max's orders". The frustrated groan from the wild blonde had him rolling his eyes, walking back towards the room with the other three following, much to ur dismay, you were eagerly brought along without much of a fight. "Star "isn't interested in whatever plaything we have now"" The wild blonde said to David, answering an unspoken question the platinum blonde must have posed to the others, using quotation marks with clawed fingers. The blonde still keeping ahold of you sniggering at his kin's mockery as he passed you off back to Dwayne.
He was rougher than before, chaining you to the room a little tighter than comfortable as he stood back and folded his arms. You hung your head, greasy hair splayed down your face as you give an unamused look at the four before you.
"Max's pawned you off to us for the time being, long as your still somewhat conscious we're free to do as we like" David states, a devilish grin over his features "But where are my manners. I'm David, this is Dwayne, Marko and Paul. Star won't be joining us tonight and you are Y/N". Introductions, for yourself and apparently the other men, you supposed though if you were going to be here a while then it wasn't too out of the question to know eachothers names. Taking a step forward David moves as he crouches down infront of you, icey eyes cutting through you as surprisingly gentle gloved fingers carded strands of hair off your face, chuckling at the glare you gave. "We were given instructions however. We'll only feed you and sustain you just enough for you to remain barely aware but not enough to regather you'r strength. Dear ol' Max even offered your blood to us, just enough to keep you weak. Can't have you summoning your energy against us can we?" His smug tone was irritating, stating out the rules as a reminder of the position you were in as well as making the others aware of the situation. You wanted to smack the amused look off his face.
"Their what, a witch then?" Marko asked, apparently entertained as he shoved his hands in his pockets, receiving he got a a hum of agreement from David. "Damn no magic tricks for us then" Paul joked, laughing slightly at his own joke as he eyed over your form.
"Death witch" David corrected.
"So don't bring anyone back here unless you want some bitch reincarnated back on your lap" Marko mused as he playfully elbowed Paul.
"Dunno sounds like a fun time- hey- joking joking" The warning look Dwayne gave him had Paul raising his hands in defence.
Meanwhile David had taken hold of your right arm, extending it despite your weak pull to keep away from him. Cold gloves wrapping around the base of your neck as a warning, the glint of lengthening fangs causing your body to tense and try and pull away. Your face scrunching in pain at David's fangs piercing the delicate skin of your wrist, drawing out your blood as he drained just enoigh drom you. When he was done you were weaker than before, you were at no threat of death but your body demanded to rest, to regain what little energy it could.
The motion dizzying as your arm was dropped and your head let go of leaving you unsupported, amused chuckles echoing around you. Leaving you in a murky spin of darkness the smell of damp and blood permeating your senses, choruses of smug 'see you later' and 'goodnight' leaving you in the convincing lull of sleep as you slipped into the realm of the unconscious.
Inspired by this prompt
Second POV
Gender-neutral Necromancer Reader
Fluff and Fantasy
Wordcount: 547
When the leader of the Hero party killed you, you were certain you were gone forever, to walk in this eternal darkness until you reached the afterlife. You were certain you were going to the Underworld, for you were one of the people who went against the laws of nature and raised the dead. It was no surprise, yet you will miss your minions. You wonder how they will function without you, their master?
Perhaps they’ll live out their lives or possibly find a new master.
So regaining sensation to your beings was the last thing you expected. Nor was the sudden air that filled your lungs that had you coughing and heaving. Nor was the sudden sense of sight as light flooded your eyes and blinded you for just a moment. You were in your body. You were breathing. You were alive…
You were alive.
Panicked confusion had you choking at the revelation before you blink your eyes to adjust to the light. That’s when you notice the things before you, the creature that resurrected you from the void. An Elder Lich, you realized when you caught sight of its bony limbs and face, a white robe that’s torn at the ends of the seams. Pearls adorned around its neck and wrists, buzzing with magic and power. In one of its skeletal claws was a book, jewels embedded with elegant swirls carved and engraved on the cover, the pages were worn yellow yet the leather was still put together. But what caught your attention was, amongst the hauntingly majestic outfit of the Lich, was a nametag that stood out like a sore thumb. Old and torn, yet still stuck on, and on it was the faded ink writing.
Bob.
…This was BOB!?
You looked at the Elder Lich in immense shock and surprise. “Bob!?”
A nasal rasp from the Lich confirmed your suspicions. You scratched your head as you looked around, noticing the crumbling stone pillars and ceiling, the torched banners, and behind your minion was an army of the dead and the night. Lycanthropes, goblins, undead warriors, and even a few wyverns flying above. The army crowded the hall. And around the altar that you were resurrected on were blood-written runes scrawled on the floor, a ritual of resurrection. But to do that, you would need a human sacrifice…
A glint of steel caught your eye behind you and you turned to meet the eyes of the lifeless head of the Hero and his party. Brown hair is dirty and matted with blood, hollow green eyes stare at you, and deathly pale skin.
Your minion killed the Hero and his party to resurrect you…as revenge…
An overwhelming sensation of warmth as you turn back to your minion. “Bob, you did this for me?”
Bob nodded.
You couldn’t help the chuckle as you attempted to stand up, the elder lich assisting you. The army in front of you watched curiously as the leader helped you onto your feet. You couldn’t believe how loyal your minion is; getting stronger to defeat the Hero and to bring you back to life. You almost felt like crying. After releasing a shaky breath, you looked at Bob with a smile. “It’s good to be back.”
Reader is stuck with yandere Toji and yandere!son Megumi. The thing is that the reader is a necromancer and think that the only way out for her is if she revives Mrs. Fushiguro. However not everything goes according to plan, because now she has to worry about a yandere milf as well.
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Necromancer reader finding Spamton dead body, if you don’t mind writing that?
I don't mind at all. In fact I'm using this as my excuse to write Salt Route stuff aaeeee
.......
Dark, yet darker.
That was the only way you could describe the state of Cyber World as you ventured through it, passing by empty storefronts and Darkners searching for their loved ones, not even reacting to the presence of a Lightner like yourself.
The sky above no longer glowed with green meridian lines. Everything just seemed so....dead. As though an Internet outage happened all around the Light World. Even the cars and flashy advertisements had vanished, so you were initially worried that was the case.
Though as you started noticing more and more dust piles scattered around, you began to wonder if there was some force inside this Dark World that was to blame instead.
You've read about this sort of thing, with the deaths of Monsters in general: when their SOUL ceases to exist, their bodies turn to dust soon after "falling down"--another term for a coma they can't naturally be brought out of.
But you didn't know that applies down here, too. Back in the Card World, any Darkners Susie struck quickly fled before they could be too badly injured. No matter how quick or strong the blow was...they always ran away, so it's physically impossible to kill a Darkner.
Unless something stronger than Susie was capable of killing them instantly.
So you did some backtracking to figure out what happened here, to this once bright and busy city. And what insane idiot would think to bring harm to all these people.
The peculiar stench of salt clung to the air, filling your senses, though not enough that it was too much to bear.
But why salt of all things?
And where was Susie, Ralsei, and Kris anyway?
You had so many question and no one to answer-
"Lightner..."
The sudden grasp on your arm made you freeze, tensing up as you cautiously looked to see an Ambyu-Lance had caught your attention. Although you were worried about them wanting a fight, they didn't seem to be looking for one. Far from that, actually, as you studied them:
They didn't have their usual stern glare, but instead pure exhaustion in their eyes. Their body armor and needle were both rusted and dull. No hammer was in their grasp either, and the pink liquid in their syringe sloshed around as they looked side to side, as though expecting a surprise attack.
Then they leaned closer to you. "Please..we-" They coughed for a moment. "-we are in dire need of help. All hands on deck. Our patients are..f-falling down faster than we can help. This is a state of great emergency."
Any efforts to keep their authoritarian demeanor were faltering. They must've been desperate if they needed you for medical assistance.
You couldn't ignore someone in need, and so you followed the Ambyu-Lance to a makeshift tent, where wounded Cyber Darkners have gathered. It was here that you finally learned another Lightner and some puppet salesman Darkner started killing anyone standing in their way...or, rather, the former commanded the latter to.
One of the Addisons who were hiding when this all happened elaborated further, saying that Darkner used to be their friend: Spamton. And he was acting like a mindless slave to a Lightner who ordered him to kill one of his own with the point of a finger.
This situation became more horrifying than you could've imagined.
This was straight up..a massacre.
Even worse? Nobody has heard from Queen, so they had no idea what to do now. The only good thing was that the Dark Fountain was still flowing, but just by looking at the miserable states of these people...you wondered if sealing it would be a better fate than leaving them all in such despair.
The Ambyu-Lance who brought you here led you to a limp Tasque, which had a wound with large sharp teeth markings on its torso. It looked like something took a bite out of it, as you could see its insides were just blue circuit boards.
It wasn't moving, or even breathing.
"This is one of the few Tasques we found. We recovered Manager's whip, but no other trace of her and....I-I don't know if there's anything more I can do for this one."
"It's okay. You're doing great. I'll see what I can do." You knelt down in front of the digital cat, noting its HP was at zero. But remarkably it hadn't turned to dust, so you had a chance to save it.
Thanks to your staff being infused with revive dust and mint crystals, it could revive anyone and turn them into your ally. As long as you had enough TP, you never had to worry about running out, though you did keep the actual items on-hand in case your friends needed them.
Yet your pockets remained full.
Muttering a small incantation, your staff glowed as you waved it over the Tasque's body, watching the golden dust fall down onto it. And just like that, it was revived as though it were one of your party members.
There was just one problem.
You were a necromancer, not a healer.
This was your ideal-self, after all, considering how much media about the undead and dark magic you've consumed over the years. Books, video games, you name it. It was..definitely an unhealthy amount. Until now you didn't think all that knowledge would be useful.
Though you can understand the Ambyu-Lance's shock when the Tasque rose to its feet, eyes full of static and its meow becoming a hoarse glitchy noise. It didn't even sound like a meow at all. Not to mention its wound was merely covered by a glitchy transparent layer of fur.
With a somber smile, you stroked its head. "Good kitty."
You looked at the Ambyu-Lance and sighed, digging into your pockets and offering some healing items, including bottles of revive dust. "I'm sorry, I can't do much to heal their wounds. But these should help."
They simply nodded and took them, thanking you for the donations before they went back to tending to other Darkners.
With the undead Tasque by your side, you continued on your journey, now determined to find these culprits.
You weren't sure what would happen if you did encounter them. You could summon allies if need be to protect yourself, but you'd rather talk things out and find some reason for a massacre on this scale.
Though the Addison's words reminded you that this other Lightner could command someone to kill...but you didn't want to believe it was Kris.
So you tried to think of other possible candidates:
'Susie?' No. She charges headfirst into fights. There's no way she would she hide behind somebody like a coward.
'Noelle?' Definitely not. She couldn't be capable of doing something like this.
'Berdly?' Nah. He talked your ear off about impressing Queen so why would he make some random Darkner kill her subjects?
Unfortunately, Kris seemed to be the prime suspect. And it was strange that you haven't seen them anywhere in so long. If Queen was truly missing, they could have easily gone to the fountain to seal it.
So..why haven't they?
As you pondered over these thoughts, your Tasque meowed and froze in a state of fear, hiding behind your legs. You looked at it, seeing their fur standing straight up as they stared down an alleyway and at...a body.
Sure enough it was some small humanoid Darkner with black hair and a tattered coat, laying facedown in a heap of trash next to the dumpster. You could see a neon painting of a tree on the wall, but you ignored that and approached the person worriedly.
Despite the Tasque weakly tugging on your robe in protest, you went closer and saw something connected to them on a weird chain of blue spheres.
It looked like..a giant heart, larger than this person's stature.
Kneeling down, you set your staff on the ground and used both hands to gently roll them onto their back. Just so you could see what they look like.
And your own heart sunk at the sight.
The poor thing had broken glasses, scuffed joints, scratched-off paint on its cheeks, and a puppet-like jaw hanging open.
Wait...
A puppet?
With a sudden burst of fear and adrenaline, you stood back up and clutched your staff. You could feel your very SOUL trembling as you saw the face of the heart, too:
Sharp teeth. Like those Darkners at the tent spoke of.
Judging from how scared your Tasque was, there was no doubt this was the guy--Spamton--who murdered so many of his own kind. But he seemed to be dead, too, now. You wondered why.
Suicide? Exhaustion?
Judging from the dry tears marring his face, those seemed to be the obvious answers. If what the Addison mentioned about him being coerced into killing was true, then the guilt probably made him choose to end it all. Or he just collapsed here after his body gave out before he could make that choice.
Either way, something compelled you to revive him, even though you worried about how he might react. You didn't stick around long enough to hear his life story, so you didn't know what to expect when he opened his eyes.
Hopefully he can tell you what happened, but if he got hostile you could summon allies at the snap of your fingers. You didn't want to hurt him though..you just wanted answers.
Spamton eventually stirred awake, groaning as he clutched his head.
"K-Kris...please..I-I CAN'T TAKE [These Sweet Deals] ANYMORE.." He started blabbering, shakily grabbing the chain of his heart and pushing it back into his chest. "ALL I WANTED WERE MY [[$4.99]] KEYS BUT IT WAS TOO MUCH FOR YOU HUH?!!! WAS IT--WAS IT--WAS IT NOT ENOUGH [Savings]?!! NOT ENOUGH [Get Outta Town Vacations] FOR YOU?!!!"
"Keys? All this for some..keys?" You murmured to yourself, bewildered by what you were hearing.
"KRIS, YOU'RE [Killing Me] HERE!! WHY ARE YOU [[B-B-BuY HerE HeRe HERE]?!! I'M DONE! CONTRACT'S EXPIRED!! WHY WHY WHY CAN'T YOU [Let Me Go]?!" Between panicked breaths he scrambled to his feet, trying to run away, but he slipped on his own trash pile.
You gently grabbed ahold of him before he could faceplant into it again, trying to calm him down. But it wasn't helping that he was acting like a kicking and screaming toddler. "Hey, hey, it's alright."
"NO, NO, NO!! YOU DO NOT WANT TO SEE [What Happens Next Will Shock You]!! I'M NOT...A-AFRAID TO GIVE YOU SOME [[Bargains That'll Drive You Wild]]! DON'T THINK YOU CAN JUST USE ME AND DROP ME LIKE THE [[Rotten Slime]] I AM!! GO BEFORE [You're Next (2011)]]!!"
"No, I'm not going anywhere."
"A-AND..AND WHY NOT?"
"Because I'm not Kris. And I know it's not your fault."
All of the sudden he stopped flailing, going completely silent as his arms fell limp. He stared up at you, realizing that you're indeed not Kris. "L-LiGhtner..?" He muttered, shocked to see someone in front of him who isn't immediately dead.
He was used to not speaking to anyone but Kris. Only seeing them all as "enemies".
"I'm [y/n]. A necromancer. I brought you back to life but...I can't exactly heal your injuries." You fixed his hair a little, frowning. "They..really made you hurt people and dropped you?"
Somehow, the color of his shattered glasses was restored as he started...laughing. He's laughing so hard, tears ran down his face and replaced the previously dry ones.
"[Y/N]..[Y/N]..YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT. JUST USE YOUR [Voodoo Magic] TO PUT ME [Six-Feet] UNDER AGAIN WHY DON'TCHA? IT'S THE ONLY PLACE LEFT FOR ME. I [100% Guarantee] YOU DON'T WANNA SEE MY [Cardio Workout Routine] BITE YOU AND YOUR ZOMBIES IN THE [Hyperlink Blocked]."
"Cardio..? Oh, that heart-looking thing? How are you even able to contain that within yourself?"
"EVEN I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT IT COULD DO, KID. IT WAS [Killing Me] EVERY TIME I GOT THE WORD TO USE IT!! I...I-I had no choice..th-their voice only became louder and louder..and my vision dark..yet darker..and in the end, I couldn't even make them proud of me..." His voice became quieter, with less spam mail jargon interrupting him. "I'm useless..and deserve to rot here.."
Although you didn't exactly understand why Kris made him do this..you understood that he wasn't a brutal murderer. He was a victim of manipulation. Simple as that.
"Well, for what it's worth..I don't think you deserve to rot."
"....THAT'S [#%&#%] AND YOU KNOW IT!! LOOK...LOOK AT THIS." Shakily raising his hand, you saw a green ring of thorns on his finger, piercing his plastic flesh. Dried oil, or blood, seemed to be oozing from it. "MY [[COMMEMORATIVE RING]] WASNT ENOUGH!!! I COULD [[Guarantee Myself Maximum Power]] IN EXCHANGE FOR [Lifetime of Misery]!! HURTS LIKE A MOTHER[[Truck Sale]] AND..I-I...I..!!!"
Though he was gradually silenced when you set a gentle hand on top of his head. He averted his gaze, more tears welling behind his glasses.
"I'M A [Ruined Man], [Y/N]. DO ME A FAVOR AND JUST PUT ME DOWN. WHY EVEN [Raise My Rates] LIKE THIS?"
"Well..I know what you did wasn't good at all." You pointed out. "Though you realized it was wrong and..the fact you aren't hurting me now shows you're willing to not do that again. Tell me, do you still hear their voice?"
"..NO, I...I DON'T."
"Then you're free from their clutches, Spamton. You don't have to listen to them anymore. I brought you back not just to find out what happened, but to give you a second chance."
"..........."
"You can stay with me if you want. I can guarantee your safety. But if not, I'll at least help you find a better place to stay than this dump. Or we can just...play it by ear and see how things go. The choice is yours, bud."
All you got was a nod, and you thought you heard him sniffling.
"Also um..may I hug you? Again it's totally up to you. No pressure." You offered with a smile, seeing him look up at you. "I just..want you to believe me when I say I'm not afraid of you. Plus, you look like you could use one after all you've been through."
He gave another silent nod, this time more hesitant.
Relieved, you put your arms around him, hoping the warmth of your robe would help soothe him. As horrendous as he smelled, and despite seeing remnants of dust on his coat, you knew this is what he needed more than anything right now.
But from Spamton's perspective, this was something he was downright terrified of. To the point of that horrible memory resurfacing:
A hug from Blue Addison...ending with the ravenous Heartbreaker ripping their body in half. Their screams still rang in his ears, much like that damned telephone, as it wasn't an instant death. With regular "enemies"? Yeah, but not so much "vendors".
He wanted this so badly..though at the same time he couldn't bring himself to move, fearing that it's just going to happen all over again.
He lets his guard down, hears their voice, sees the heart-shaped behemoth loom over you from behind, and then...you're gone.
Whatever hope he had left would be gone.
Yet..nobody rose their voice. And nothing but your Tasque companion lingered behind you.
He didn't feel dread or discomfort, or the cold feeling of someone glaring daggers of impatience into his back. Instead he felt the warm touch of you rubbing his back, easing the aches of all those times Heartbreaker put such a strain on him.
He only heard your voice telling him that he was safe. He could make his own choices now.
But nothing stuck to him more than your reassurance that he was free.
Free...that's all he ever wanted. He never wanted any of this.
He thought he died a vile, disgusting abomination. But you decided he was worthy of forgiveness, bringing him back and promising him that things were gonna be alright.
You dressed like the grim reaper, but you were actually an angel in disguise.
A literal angel who found this broken, wretched demon and saved his life when everyone else left him to rot...alone, forgotten, and hated.
Finally he allowed himself to relax. He tucked his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling deep into the cotton material of your hood. He nearly suffocated himself in doing so, but he just couldn't help it.
You were so warm, so kind, so loving...to a vile thing like himself.
And just when he thought he ran out of tears to cry, they flowed out. He sobbed harder than he ever did in his life, jointed fingers grasping desperately at your robe.
It mattered not that you were someone he only met a few minutes ago.
What mattered was that he couldn't smell the salt anymore.
Hey there, love! ❤️ Can I please request a Bucky Barnes x Reader, where the reader is an avenger and is with Steve when he recognizes Bucky in Winter Soldier and the reader immediately falls for him? It can end however you’d like! Also, no worries if you don’t want to write it. Thank you 💕
a/n: sorry it took so long, but here it is!
Warnings: Necromancy used in weird ways, side effects of experiments with Necromancy going wild, undead things killed again?? Idk how to put it, some cussing, pet names
Notes: 'Necromantul meu', according to google translate, means my Necromancer in Romanian. I have no idea if it is correct, if it's not, please let me know the people one and I'll change it.
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Having taken a short break from the team after the New York fiasco with Loki and the Chituari
You were pretty surprised when you opened your door and saw Nat and Steve on your doorstep
Greeting them, you kill one of your mishaps with a whack to the skull of the side of a dagger given to you by your grandmother
"Ignore that please, it's a mishap." You tell them, kicking the remains to the wall, making a mental note to clean it up later
Nats eyebrow rises. "Mishap? With Necromancy? That can't be all that good at the rank you're on."
You answer with a smirk. "It's completely normal. Unless we're doing something we know, something always goes wrong at some point. The issue with that one was that he saw everyone but me as a threat."
Steve shrugs, unimpressed. "Are you willing to help?"
"With the Winter Soldier? Yes. Now, what's happened, I haven't heard anything from Maria lately."
They go on to tell you of what happened, including to Fury.
Your eyebrow twitches as your Necromancy screams that some things aren't as they told you
But it also says that it's what they think is the truth
So you don't say anything, Just nod in agreement.
Before you ask Steve to close the door, a third comes running up
You roll your eyes and groan under your breath the second you see him with a ghost behind his shoulder
"You are?" You ask, having a feeling that Steve wouldn't introduce the friend
"Sam Wilson." He answers, hand out for a handshake until you shake your head no
"I don't do handshakes. They're too overwhelming for me." You answer
He nods, understanding
Closing the door after he's in the house, you lead them to the kitchen, finishing the chicken stir fry you had started for lunch
You pull out a pair of leather biker gloves, putting them on, before you speak again
"Wilson, your friend says to tell you that it wasn't your fault for his death. You couldn't do anything. And that he gives me full permission to kick your ass if you don't accept it." You tell him, giving all three of them a bottle of water
Wilson freezes, shock taking over. "So that's why you have one white eye and a black eye and you don't touch people. You're a Necromancer."
You smirk, white eye flashing. "Of course I am. I'm surprised you didn't know this sooner. Plenty of people seemed to put it together after the Fiasco a year or so ago. Anyway, eat up."
You tell them, putting the plates on the counter next to the stove.
Taking your bowl, you disappear upstairs, going to your workroom to grab the stuff you need.
After you ate and grab your armor and weapons, you walk back downstairs, suited up- black leather uniform, biker gloves with metal spikes on the knuckles and flat bottomed boots, perfect for battle.
Flat bottomed because heels of any sort at a full blown bitch to do anything in
You put your bowl in the sink, leaving it for later. "Let's go. I need you two in the open, Steve and Nat, so HYDRA sends the Winter Soldier after you. After that, we can stop the shit that HYDRA is sending."
"What the fuck do you-" Steve goes to ask before you cut him off.
"It's obvious. Especially because my family has been dealing with the threat since long before the SSR found out about Zola. Anyway, let's go." You reply, already getting warnings that something was on the way to fuck with you.
You watch as Sam, Steve and Nat scare the shit out of Sitwell, smirking. Once Sam catches him, you step out of the shadows, letting him catch full sight of your eyes.
"Y/N? Impossible. You're one of the good ones."
You huff a laugh, smirk turning cruel. "I'm not one of the good ones. I'm not one of the nice ones. I'm one of the ones who manipulate. I'm the one you should, at the very least, be wary of. Now, answer the question."
He does, and you huff. "Bring him with us. He'll run his mouth, every HYDRA fucktard does. He's not any different." You tell the others, rolling your eyes.
On the bridge, you quickly move, slamming Steve and Natasha out of the car, seconds before Sitwell is hurled out of the car and into the traffic following us
The wheel is then quickly pulled out of the hands of Wilson.
During the ensuing fight, the only thing you catch sight of is the Soldier's metal arm
It's not until Steve says "Bucky?" In shock that you actually take a good look at him
AND HOLY FUCK
Brainwashed assassin or not, you couldn't help your Necromancy from latching onto him and starting to break the hold the HYDRA conditioning had.
All your Necromancy would do, instead of listen to you, was cling to him and distract you
Sam then flies in, knocking him over. The next thing you're fully aware of is Maria pulling a helmet off, groaning about it squishing her brains.
In the secure location, where Fury's at, the one Maria takes you to after escaping from HYDRAS clutches, Steve confronts you about the way you froze when you saw Bucky
"My Necromancy wouldn't let me. When we find one that we like, we fall immediately and permanently for them. We'd burn the world and never let a flame touch them. Our necromancy prevents us from laying a hand on them to hurt.
It's already working on dismantling the brainwashing that HYDRA did to him." You explain, fed up with him questioning you every damn time you work with him.
At the Launch of Project INSIGHT, you manage to slip up behind Bucky and slipping your hand around his neck, you use your Necromancy that's already attached to him to destroy every aspect that HYDRA laid into him.
All the trigger words, the control. You also slip up walls, set to slowly ease the memories from his time as the Winter Soldier into his head, trying to ease the nightmares you know he'll have anyway.
Removing your hand, his eyes quickly clear, eyes widening when he sees Steve being the little dumbass Chihuahua that he always called Steve in his stupid moments.
Steve quickly changes the chips out, as you hold onto Bucky's wrist.
"Who are you?" Bucky asks, not having a full blown issue with your hands on him because he can tell you wouldn't purposely hurt him.
"Y/N Y/LN. Necromancer and friend of Steve's. Now, we really need to get the fuck off of here because it's not going to be good when these go down." You answer
Bucky smiles. "You're the reason I'm not all trying to kill the dumbass Chihuahua, aren't you?"
You nod as you slam a ball of power against the glass under the platform you both are standing on. "Yes. The trigger words are gone. The memories have walls around them, designed to slowly filter them through. Now, let's go."
Before you could jump down through the hole in the glass, Bucky lifts your head and places a gentle kiss on your lips. "Thank you, Necromantul meu."
You smile, knowing what he just called you. "You're welcome, love. Now, hold on!” you reply, laughing at his startled scream when you take him with you as you jump through the hole you made. Landing in the river below, bit of you surface, Bucky spitting and sputtering and you smiling as you wipe water out of your face
Instead of being pissed with you, Bucky looks kind of like an angry, drowned cat. You pull him to you and kiss his breath away, struck by how much he trusts you already
He pulls away, breathing hard. "Should we get out of the river here shortly?”
You nod and slowly start to swim to the river bank. He follows.
Sitting on the side, you look at the one you fell for and wonder if it's waay too soon to tell him you love him, not knowing your eyes already told him.
