#sapphire l. james

[lindseymcdonaldseyelashes]

Leverage 5x4- "The French Connection Job"

[queerum]

Free (mostly academic) aro theory resources

On Amatonormativity

Amatonormativity, Aromanticism, and What Defines a Relationship - Rilee Granger

Amatonormativity in the Law: An Introduction - Silver Flight

"Allonormativity and Compulsory Sexuality" (chapter 6 of Encyclopedia of Queer Studies in Education) - Stephanie Anne Shelton

'I Dont Want To be a Playa No More': An Exploration of the Denigrating effects of 'Player' as a Stereotype Against African American Polyamorous Men - Justin L. Clardy

On Relationship Anarchy

The short instructional manifesto for relationship anarchy - Andie Nordgren

The Relationship Anarchy website

Thinking Relationship Anarchy from a Queer Feminist Approach - Roma De las Heras Gómez

Beyond romantic love – an analysis of how the dilemma of closeness vs. autonomy is handled in relationship anarchy discourse - Ricardo Guillén

The Ethics of Relationship Anarchy - Ole Martin Moen

On community

Examining aromantic and asexual inclusion in queer-serving organizations - based on Lauren Lichty's work

Exploring Aromanticism Through an Online Qualitative Investigation With the Aromantic Community: “Freeing, Alienating, and Utterly Fantastic” - James Fowler et al.

Community Listening Sessions with Aromantic People: Summary and Recommendations Report

Aurea Aro Census

Sexuality, romantic orientation, and masculinity: Men as underrepresented in asexual and aromantic communities - Hannah Tessler

On QueerPlatonic Relationships

Queerplatonic Zucchinis: A Short Primer - Omnes and Nihil (unsure)

Queering the Nuclear Family - Katie Linder

Queer(ing) consensual nonmonogamies, queering therapy: queer intimacy, kinship, and experiences of CNM in LGBTQIA+ lives - Christian Klesse et al.

On intersectionality

Intimacy and Desire Through the Lens of an Aro-Ace Woman of Color

Being Aroflux & Black - Kimberley Butler

Transitioning into Aromanticism as a Trans Student - Amethyst

Existing and Defying Stereotypes as an A-spec Disabled Person - Sapphire Crimson Claw

A Reflection on the March Carnival of Aros (several testimonies by aros of color and non-cis/non-het aros are linked in this article)

Other aro-related interesting reads

New Dimensions, New Directions: Asexualities and Aromanticism in the 21st Century - Megan Carroll et al.

Enriching the Story: Asexuality and Aromanticism in Literature - Adrienne Whisman

The Importance of Representation for Lesser-Known Sexual Identities on the Example of Asexuality and Aromanticism - Jasmin Kiechle

Experiences of Italian Asexual and Aromantic Individuals in Healthcare Settings: from Explicitly Aggressive to Affirming Interactions

Other lists of aro-related ressources (not all sources listed in these are free though)

by Aurea

The Asexuality and Aromanticism Bibliography

If you know of any other free ressource about aromanticism please consider adding to this list

[buckysleftbicep]

beneath the crown (1) 𐙚 b.b

pairing: knight!bucky barnes x princess!fem!reader (set in medieval times)

warnings: nsfw, 18+, minors dni, forbidden relationship, lots of tension, loads of pining

summary: in a kingdom ruled by duty, you’re a princess promised to a prince you don’t love. sir james buchanan barnes is the knight sworn to protect you. but one touch turns into a secret affair, dangerous, all consuming and impossible to stop. and now, you’d risk everything just to be his.

word count: 2.5k

a/n: yay! chapter 1 is finally here! i genuinely hope it doesn't flop on me! thank you so, so much for reading my loves and please leave a comment and reblog if you enjoyed it, i would really appreciate it! love ya and stay safe darlings!

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The castle has never felt so cold. Tall arched ceilings echoed every whisper of conversation and footsteps, the marble floors that royalty generations before you had walked on were polished to a mirror’s shine beneath the flickering chandeliers.

Golden sconces lined the stone walls, casting pale light over the crimson tapestries and ornate banners bearing the crest of your house in silver, bold and unbending. Servants moved quietly through the corridors, heads bowed, eyes averted, as if the walls watched and guards stood stoically at every turn, their armour gleaming in the light like polished bone.

But none of it felt like home, at least not anymore. You sat stiffly in the great hall, hands clenched tightly in your lap, the silk of your gown whispering with every breath you took, you were dressed like a bride already—draped in ivory and gold, dressed to the nines, every day of your life, since you were born.

Your hair, coiled into elegant twists by your handmaidens, your throat encircled by a delicate sapphire necklace, gifted by your grandmother to you, that seemed to feel more like a shackle than a gift. 

Though you were the only princess ever born to the king and queen, hailed as the light of the realm on the day you were first presented to the people of your kingdom, you never truly felt that way. You hardly saw beyond the gilded, golden bars of your palace prison, never saw what life truly had to offer besides the one you were born into. Adored, perhaps, but always constrained.

Sometimes, you envied the townspeople in their simple lives, free to choose, to love, to marry whoever they wished, to breathe without permission. 

Across the length, your father, the king stood proudly beside the visiting envoy, the herald of the man she would marry. The great prince of House Hydra who had not even bothered to come himself, sending nothing but his regards.

The man who would inherit your hand, your title, your body, the man who would rule over you, the man you were expected to serve. He was chosen not for love or even friendship, but for land, allegiance and gold. 

A political transaction. 

That was all you had become, raised, fed and taught to become nothing but a bargaining chip, a living seal on a loyal contract. Your heart thuds with rage as you remember how swift the announcement was.

There was no warning or private conversation with your father, none of that, simply a scroll, read aloud by his majesty at the high table, his voice ringing off the walls with pride.

“The princess (y/n) (l/n) shall be wed to Prince Rumlow of House Hydra, a noble union which will ensure peace and prosperity across all kingdoms”. 

Peace, prosperity, what of yours?

Completely disregarded.

You blinked slowly, swallowing hard against the tightness in your throat, your mother had said absolutely nothing, shooting you a glance that urged you to accept the decree, to do your duty as princess.

You didn’t blame her, you couldn’t, she too had wed your father under the very same circumstances. She had simply bowed her head as the court erupted in polite applause and some of the duchesses congratulating you as if being offered to some man on a platter was an occasion to be celebrated. 

“Are you well, Princess?” The voice came low beside you, gravel-smooth and unmistakably his, you turned your head, already knowing who stood at your shoulder. 

Sir James Barnes, Bucky, your sworn knight, your silent shadow stood just behind you, ever watchful. He was a towering figure of black leather and polished silver plate, his broad shoulders framed by the dark cloak clasped at his collar.

The hilt of his sword gleamed with deadly promise at his hip, well-worn from use, the etching of the royal sigil barely disguising the notches of war along its edge. He looked carved from steel and smoke, unyielding, stoic and impossible to ignore. 

His hair was slicked back from his face, his features sharp and angular, a soldier’s face, honed by battle and shadowed by the weight of things unsaid.

A strong jaw dusted with the beginnings of a beard, cheekbones carved you suspected were carved by Aphrodite herself, high and severe, and a mouth that almost never smiled, but when it did, gods help you. 

But it was Bucky’s eyes that captured you most, steel blue, clear and cold and somehow endlessly deep, they never left your face, not in four years, not since the day he was assigned your guard, plucked from the battlefields of the border wars, his name carried by whispers of brutality and brilliance.

They had said he was ruthless, relentless, a weapon barely unleashed. And yet when he looked at you, there was a softness, fire, a hunger so carefully buried, it almost felt like a secret you were never meant to witness. 

Bucky had bowed before you in the great hall that day, kneeling in tarnished armour, blood of the kingdom’s enemies still drying on his gauntlets as he swore his oath before the court. He was to guard the kingdom’s most prized possession, to protect the crown’s only heir. 

You remembered how his eyes had narrowed when you snapped at him for following you a tad too closely, the way he hadn’t apologised when you ordered him to leave your chambers when you were dressed in nothing but one of your sheer nightgowns, he only lowered his gaze respectfully, jaw tight and unmoved.

Overtime, however, something shifted, a grudging understanding, then a fragile trust and now, perhaps something else. 

“I’m not well” you replied softly, eyes scanning the court for any nosy handmaiden, “but i’m surviving”. 

Bucky’s jaw clenched, his gloved hands flexing at his side. “If you gave the word-”

You looked up at him sharply, “what?”

“If you told me to,” he said, voice low, so only you could hear, “I’d help you escape all of this”. 

Your breath caught, he had meant it, every word. There was no jest in his tone, no playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, Bucky's gaze held yours with unshakable intensity, carved from iron and shadow and in it, something deeper stirred. Not just the rigid armour of loyalty he wore so well, but a burning heat beneath it, a quiet consuming ache. 

It pulsed in the space between the both of you, the kind of yearning that cannot be named, only felt, it was ancient, wild and utterly ruinous. It had stretched between the both of you for months, like a bowstring drawn too tight, trembling with restraint, begging to snap. It was the lingering glances across the room, the brush of your fingers against his that should have been accidental but never were.

You and Bucky had never crossed the line between knight and princess—not truly that is. But you had danced along its edge, toeing it in the shadows where nobody could see, a breath too close, a touch held too long, words unsaid, heavy with meaning.

All of this taut and forbidden. 

“I can’t” you whispered, “you know I can’t”. 

“You already do” Bucky replies. 

“Not the way I want to”. 

The confession crashed over you like a wave, sending your pulse skyrocketing, you turned your face forward again, willing yourself to stay still, to hide the tremble in your hands. 

Not the way I want to. 

You lost count of the nights you spent, laying awake, staring at your ceiling, thinking of the rough timbre of his voice, of the stolen glances you had both shared across the council chambers, his training yards and moonlit corridors.

The nights you had spent imagining pressing your lips to his, tasting the fire you saw behind those cerulean blues, that barely showed any emotion, except when it comes to you. 

Too many. 

Bucky was your knight, sworn by blood and steel, bound by an oath beneath the banners of war. You were the crown princess, first of your name, heir to a throne gilded in tradition and chained by countless expectations, rules.

The space between you and him was carved by laws, wide, deep and merciless, it was a chasm filled with duty, danger and the ever-looming spectre of consequence. 

To betray that sacred divide meant death, not just for Bucky but for anyone who dared conspire with him, after all, the crown does not forgive disobedience. It punished treason with fire and blade, seen when your father made examples of lesser men for far smaller sins.

And Bucky was no ordinary man, he was a symbol, the battle-worn soldier pulled from blood soaked soil, knighted before a crowd of nobles. He is the kingdom’s quiet weapon. 

And yet, your heart raced everytime he looked at you like that. 

Not like a knight beholding his charge, but a man staring down temptation. Like he knew exactly how soft your skin would feel under his calloused hands, like he had memorised the shape of your mouth when you whispered his name in the dark.

Like he was always mere seconds away from shattering every vow he had ever sworn. 

“Come” you said softly, standing, the heavy chair behind you scraping lightly against the marble, “I wish to walk the gardens”. 

Bucky nodded silently, and fell in step behind you as you swept out of the hall, your chin high, posture regal, but you knew, beneath all of that, you were shaking. 

The castle gardens were quiet this time of the night, cloaked in moonlight and the hum of crickets. Roses bloomed in wild tangles along the stone pathways, their scent thick in the cool air. Lanterns flickered gently in the breeze, casting golden shadows over the hedges and statues. 

You walked until you were far from the windows, far from the eyes of the court. Bucky followed without question, ever the silent sentinel. When you finally stopped, it was beneath the wide, open branches of the weeping willow, the one your mother whom you recall used to read to you under it, now it had become the one place you always came when the walls of the castle felt too tight. 

“Do you think I am weak?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper. 

“What?”

“For accepting this, for just bowing my head and smiling through my own damnation” you say, a bitter ache swelling in your chest, shame twisting with helpless fury as the words slipped from your lips like a confession. Your voice trembled, not with weakness, but with the weight of a thousand silenced protests, all the defiance you had swallowed in the name of duty.

Bucky stepped closer, like a storm barely held at bay, broad shoulders tense, his cerulean irises burning with a fury reserved only for those he could not protect. “You aren’t, there is no weakness in survival Princess, there is no shame in doing what you must”. 

“I feel like I am being sold,” you said, breath catching, “packaged like meat to some man who I have never met”. 

Bucky’s jaw tensed. “You’re not his. You’re not anyone’s.”

But mine, he almost said. The words burned on his tongue, scorching with truth, but he swallowed them down. He couldn’t risk it. Not when both your lives hung in the balance.

You stepped closer, voice soft but steady. “No,” you whispered. “But I wish I were yours.”

The words escaped your lips before you could even stop them, your heart pounded like a drum against your ribs, defying reason, downing out duty. Bucky’s chest hitched, chest rising as if he had been struck, the raw hunger in his eyes, sharpening, no longer hidden, no longer restrained.

“You don’t mean that,” Bucky replied tightly, his voice strained, torn between hope and torment, almost as if your words had cracked something open in him that he had fought too long to bury. 

“I do” you whispered, “I’ve meant it for months James”. you replied softly, his name lingering on your lips.

Bucky’s hand rose, hesitated in the air, then slow and gentle, he touched your face, callused fingers grazing your cheek. His thumb traces the curve of your cheekbone with aching tenderness, as though you were something sacred he would only ever dare to worship from afar. The fire in his eyes flickered with conflict, a desire that warred with discipline and love for you that was tempered by fear.

“I’ve known it since the night you carried me from the fire in the east wing, since you bled for me, since you stayed by my side”. you said, leaning in, your lips just a breath from Bucky’s.

His breath shook, “if I kiss you, I won’t stop”,

Your eyes searched his, “then don’t”.

His lips crashed against yours, all hunger and desperate, breathless need, it was far from gentle, it wasn’t careful, it was the unraveling of restraint, the collapse of every unspoken word between them.

His hands framed your face, thumbs trembling against your cheeks, you could feel the cold press of his armour against your chest but it did nothing to dull the searing heat radiating from his body—from his mouth, his touch, the way he kissed you, like he had been starved. The raw ache behind every movement sang through your body, full of all the things you and Bucky were never allowed to utter.

But before the kiss could deepen, the sound of footsteps echoed across the path. “Your Highness?”

You and Bucky broke apart instantly, breath heaving, eyes wide. 

Your handmaiden, Yelena, rounded the hedge, “The King requests your presence in the throne room immediately Princess”. 

You straightened, your heart thudding, face burning. “Very well, thank you Yelena”. 

“I am sorry Princess, I know this alliance is not what you wish for” she replied softly, her gaze moving towards Bucky, she knew, she always knew of your feelings for your knight. You offered her a tight smile, the ache behind your ribs sharpening, “nor is it what I would choose,” you murmured, eyes flickering towards Bucky just once, your voice low but steady, “but I was never offered choices was I?” 

Yelena’s expression softened with quiet understanding, but she said nothing more, she didn’t need to. 

Bucky’s gaze changed, it was something darker, protective, possessive. 

“Whatever it is, you won’t face it alone” he says. 

You nod, turn and walk with him at your side, your fingers still tingling from his touch. 

The throne room was filled with lords and ladies, their fine jewels glittering under the light, your father stood before them, hands raised for silence. 

“The date is set” he announced, voice booming across the chamber, “my precious daughter, the crown princess shall be wed to Prince Rumlow in three weeks time, all preparations shall begin at once”. 

A round of applause filled the hall and your stomach dropped like a stone. 

You turned just enough to catch Bucky’s expression where he stood in the shadow of a column, his jaw was locked, his cerulean eyes were dark, like storm clouds threatening rain. His hands were clenched into fists at his side, as if he was restraining himself from crossing the space between them. There was a storm brewing behind those eyes, not just fury, but anguish. 

He looked like a man ready to go to war. 

a/n: and that's chapter 1! gosh i hope you loved it, please leave a comment or reblog this if you did, it would mean the world to me!

[nekoannie-chan]

The Soldier and the Secretary

Title: The Soldier and the Secretary.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Bucky Barnes X Secretary!Reader.

Word count: 758 words.

Square: 1 “107th Infantry Regiment”.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Bucky flirts with you.

Major Tags: Fluff, denial of feelings.

Additional tags: This is my entry for the @avengers-assemble-bingo Bucky Barnes Birthday Bingo. Card 4B015.

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Camp Lehigh, 1943

Piles of papers were piled on desks, typewriters clattered restlessly, and soldiers rushed in and out, some with papers in hand, others simply looking for directions or waiting for their official assignment.

You were one of the secretaries in charge of handling the paperwork for new recruits.

That day, the typewriter ink was still fresh on your fingers when you heard firm footsteps approaching your desk.

“Good morning, doll,” said a playful voice.

You looked up, and there he was: James Buchanan Barnes.

“Doll,” you replied with an arched eyebrow.

“Too soon? “He asked with a mischievous grin. What would you prefer me to call you? Lovely lady? Office queen?

“Miss Y/L/N is fine, thank you.”

Bucky let out a soft laugh and leaned nonchalantly on the edge of your desk, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What if I prefer something more affectionate?”

“What if I'd rather not waste my time with soldiers who think they can charm anyone with a couple of nice words?”

He feigned a gesture of surprise, holding a hand to his chest as if you had hurt his feelings and ego.

“Ouch. Here I come, a humble soldier seeking his destiny, and I'm greeted with a dagger in my heart.”

“Name? “You asked as you ignored the comment, preparing to take down his information.

“James Buchanan Barnes. But for you, Bucky.”

“For me, Barnes,” you corrected.

He let out a soft laugh and watched as you wrote his name in the records.

“Tell me you have good news for me,” he said, leaning over your desk a little.

“Let's see...” You ran your fingers across the pages until you found his assignment. Then, you gave him the information. “107th Infantry Regiment.”

“Oh, yes, the 107th,” he murmured with satisfaction. They say it's a good group. Although... If I don't like it, can I come back and ask for a reassignment with you?”

“Only if you come with an order signed by General Phillips himself.”

Bucky clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“You're giving me a hard time, doll.”

“That's life, soldier.”

With an exaggerated sigh, Bucky took the sheet with his assignment and walked away, but not before giving you one last look.

“We'll see each other soon, won't we?”

“Only if you survive the training,” you replied with feigned indifference.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Call it a warning.”

Bucky smiled sideways and gave you a wink before leaving.

Damn.

As much as you wanted to ignore it, you felt a small spark run through your body.

It wasn't the last time you saw Bucky Barnes.

Every chance he got, he'd stop by the store that doubled as his office with any ridiculous excuse.

“You know how hard it is to find a pencil in camp? I thought you could save me.”

“I lost my training schedule. Could you give me another one?”

“I hear you're the person to know what's for lunch today.”

Always with a flirtatious smile and a witty comment.

At first, you treated him with the same firm, professional attitude, but gradually you found yourself responding to his flirtations with equally witty retorts.

“Here again, Barnes? Don't you have anything better to do?”

“Oh, believe me, there are many things I could be doing, but none so interesting as talking to you.”

“Interesting or irritating?”

“Depends on the day.”

And that's when you realized you were starting to notice him, and it was a little scary.

One day, while you were organizing some papers, you felt someone approaching you.

“Barnes? “you asked without looking up.

“How did you know?”

“Because no one else in this camp smells of cheap aftershave and arrogance.”

Bucky let out a laugh and leaned over the desk.

“Tomorrow, we're going on a training mission out of camp.”

For the first time, you noticed that his tone was not playful but serious; you even seemed to notice that there was some fear. You looked up and found his eyes fixed on yours.

“Be careful,” you said before you could stop yourself.

“Is that concern for me?”

You rolled your eyes but didn't deny anything.

“Maybe a little.”

“Then I promise to come back in one piece. I can't leave you here with all these guys who don't have a shred of my charm.”

You couldn't help laughing.

“You're impossible, Barnes.”

He took your hand briefly and squeezed it gently before releasing it.

“See you soon, doll.”

And with that, he left.

“You better keep your promise,” you whispered.

[mrcavill88]

Inner demons

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Male Reader

Summary: There’s something so dark and attractive about a man who could kill you in a heartbeat. Even though Bucky’s twisted mind is healed, remnants of the winter soldier are still there. You and him have been through hell and back together, but his recents outbursts of anger are really starting to fumble your relationship

Word count: 2.9k+

Warnings: 18+, age gap (reader is 18, Bucky is 102 XD) abusive Bucky, alcohol addiction, face slapping, yelling, begging, bondage, whipping, daddy kink, skin sucking/kissing/licking, nipple play, genital licking, fingering, crying, vibrator usage, unprotected sex, breeding, fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! I’m back with another fic: my very first Bucky fic. This is one is definitely, interesting, to say the least. Thank you all again for all the support you have shown me, hope you enjoy;)

Bucky Barnes

The man of the hour, the one true love of your life, someone who made you feel stable - did I mention an ex-assassin with over two dozen credited murders?

You never were 100% sure about being safe around him. Sure, he was... insanely attractive. His soft and short brown hair, the dark blue sapphires he had for eyes, pearly white teeth, chiseled and muscular body, and his deep voice; his mere presence was enough for butterflies to flutter around your tummy. But Bucky's dark history was always a thinking point for you.

"What if he goes crazy and tries to kill me?"

"What if he goes on another rampage and starts murdering everyone?"

"What if he doesn't love me?"

Your intrusive thoughts never got the best of you, but a single thought of Bucky's past made you quiver in fear.

But your relationship with him wasn't exactly, perfect. He might be free of his control from Hydra, but, he isn't exactly free from his new demons

Alcohol

His loneliness after Steve's death was apparent as he turned to heavy drinking to aid his sorrows. That's when you came in, you were initially there to help Bucky through his journey of rehab, were you successful? Fuck. no.

Every time you encountered him, instead of discussing his progress, you and he did the most lewd things together. He was completely taken aback by your beautiful and slim figure, he didn't need rehab, he needed you.

As of now, you lived with Bucky. You were both pretty set on spending your lives together, and you were both happy. Currently, he was out with Sam, you knew that Sam was the only other person Bucky was close with, he trusted him, and so did you. You laid in bed, waiting for Bucky to come home, hoping you guys could have some dinner together, maybe have some fun.

You heard a car pull into the driveway; you ran to the door, waiting to greet the love of your life. The door burst open, and there he was, running towards you.

"Y/N! I missed you so much baby, give me a kiss!" he said, hugging you, connecting his lips onto yours. The things you felt when you were in an intimate setting with him, they were surreal. You really loved him, but something wasn't right, you could tell something was off.

And then it hit you

The strong and unpleasant scent of alcohol. You pushed the man off of you, an acerbic look painted on your face as you looked him dead in the eye.

"Baby? W-why are you l-looking at me like that? W-what's wrong?"

You could tell that he was a little tipsy, if the smell wasn't enough, the slurring of his words definitely was. "Bucky, please be honest with me. Were you drinking?" you asked, squeezing his hands.

"Y/N! You know I'm sober! How could y-you doubt me?" his hands cupping your cheeks, his face getting redder and redder. "Baby, please believe me! I know I have a bad history with drinking but, please, I'm being honest."

"James! Don't lie to me! I love you too much for you to lie to me like this! How could you! I thought you were a new man!" you yelled, slapping his face. "Ok. You caught me, I'm so sorry Y/N. Sam just said it was one beer, but it ended up being several. Please forgive me! I promise, this won't happen again! Please, Y/N?" he pleaded, holding your waist.

The single tear that formulated on your cheek dried as you contemplated what you were going to do with Bucky. Was he really going to stop? Or was this another white lie that he told? You decided to give it one last chance, hoping the decision was right.

"Fine. I'm putting my trust in you Buck, please, just think about what this could do to you! It's going to kill you! Please just promise me that you'll stop, ok?" holding your pinky out. "I promise, baby. Thank you so much for believing in me" he said, latching his pinky onto yours, giving you a small kiss on the cheek. "Now, let's enjoy ourselves! The night is still young Y/N! I brought some takeout from that Mediterranean restaurant across town, I know you it's your favorite" he said, bringing you over to the polished dining table, adorned with the most appetizing food you've ever seen.

But one little nuisance on the table was there, a needle in a haystack, if you will. A tall bottle of whiskey. "Bucky, are you serious?"

"Baby. I know I promised I'd stop, but please! Just this once, I swear, this is the last one. C'mon, I know you like this brand. Don't try to deny it"

You hesitantly sat down, opening the bottle of whiskey. You knew Bucky would have some trick of his sleeve, so what did he do? He fished in one last drink, and it just so happened to be your favorite kind.

You two enjoyed your supper. You guys' just had a special bond, every time you were in each other's presence, you just felt, complete. Any thought of Bucky's past actions were completely eradicated as the expensive whiskey started hindering your brain.

Next thing you know, it was already 9 pm. Bucky was completely OUT, his pants undone and his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he tried to stand up.

"Y-Y-Y/N, w-we haven't h-had some f-fun in a w-while. L-lets m-make the most of o-our night," he slurred out, bringing you to the couch as he gripped your right thigh. "G-get off o-of me, I k-knew you c-couldn't k-keep from d-drinking" you said, barely being able to connect your words together.

The cold air thickened as tension started to build between you two, both completely drunk. "H-how dare y-you speak to m-me like that! You l-little brat!" he yelled, slapping your face hard. The tension in the room completely skyrocketed as the man you loved, the man you trusted, struck your face.

"B-Bucky? W-what's gotten into you?" you sniffled, holding your face. "W-w-what's gotten into me? What a-a-about you! You spoiled l-l-little ingrate! You n-need to be taught a lesson! You need thicker s-skin, Y/N" he slurred out, dragging you to the basement.

The countless kicks and screams you let out were completely useless as the 6 foot man effortlessly powered through your resistance. He slammed you onto a stool and tied your arms above your head, leaving you helpless.

"T-that's better baby! You s-see, I'm much older than you. I had it w-way harder than you when I was your age! I'm only doing this because I love you, trust me, Y/N" he said, pulling out a long, matte black whip.

The sound of screams, cries, and begs filled the room as the absolute terror you felt completely consumed your body.

"P-please Bucky! I'm begging you! Please don't hurt me! I love you! Don't you love me?"

"Oh Y/N, you're so adorable, I-I'm doing this for your own good, I'm sorry little one"

The final words he said before he maliciously whipped your torso, the loud crack breaking the seemingly forever silence that formulated between the two of you.

The screams coming out of your mouth intensified as the everlasting sting coursed through your veins, tears falling from your eyes as the man you trusted, just whipped you.

"Oh baby! That's what I like to hear! But, I think we could have more fun! Don't ya think?" he said before he grabbed a pair of red scissors and started cutting up your clothes.

You winced as your body was slowly being exposed in front of the man, as if it hadn't happened before. But this was a new side of Bucky you've never seen before, much more, possessive

He rubbed your baby soft skin, the sight of your delicate and skinny posture truly astonished him. The only thing you had on was a tight little spandex, your cock hard from Bucky's presence alone.

"Y-you're mine now, understand?" he said, practically inches away from your face. You jerked a nod before the whip cracked against your body again, a gush of blood spewing from your body. You screamed mercilessly as the immense pain you felt was practically permanent.

"Bucky! Please stop! I-I can't take it anymore!" you begged, a raspy breath leaving your mouth as you felt the air suddenly get hot.

Turns out, it wasn't the temperature, it was Bucky

He took his jacket off, revealing his rippling muscles and toned body, laced by his tight black tank top.

"Oh baby, I almost forgot. Don't ever call me Bucky, again. I'm your daddy now, your master, are we clear?" grabbing your face tightly.

"Y-yes, daddy" you whimpered out, absolutely terrified yet turned on by Bucky's sudden dominance.

"Good boy! Oh Y/N. I'm so p-proud of you. You see? It's not so hard to behave, right? Now, here's your reward for being so good"

Mere milliseconds after his words, his lips latched onto your neck. Sucking the absolute life out of it; moans and whines escaped your mouth, your libido level skyrocketing as the sound of skin against skin filled the room.

"Oh baby! I love tasting you! You're gonna feel so good when you're with daddy tonight, just wait and see"

His mouth continued attacking your neck, his lips traveling down your body onto your shoulders, biting and sucking on your skin, marking what was his. The angelic moans that left your mouth were like music to his ears, something that caused him to go even harder than he intended on.

His fingers caressed your nipples, goosebumps forming around them as Bucky relentlessly stimulated them.

"Daddy! Ugh! That f-feels so g-good!" you moaned as Bucky continued pinching and rubbing your nipples.

With no hesitation, he latched his lips onto your nipple, sucking on it with much determination and lust. The pleasure you felt was unreal; the tingles reaching the tips of your toes, making your cock twitch and harden as he continued sucking your nipples.

When he let out, your nipples were puffy and decorated with saliva, your breaths heavy and constant from all the pleasure you were feeling.

"Oh my sweet baby, Y/N. I love seeing you all horny and vulnerable like this. You make me want to do horrific things to you. But the night is young, I'm not finished with you" he said, viciously licking your neck.

His head was now face to face with your hole, your butt perfectly propped up so he was practically in breathing range of it. He kissed your inner thigh, prepping you for what was about to come next. The moans that left your mouth fueling the lewd activities he was about to commit.

His tongue started flailing in and out of your hole, swirling at a rapid pace. Your toes started to curl as you quickly became a sex doll for Bucky. "Daddy! Oh Fuck! Daddy I-I'm gonna c-cum!" you whined as he continued licking and playing at your sensitive hole.

"Baby! C'mon now, don't disappoint daddy like that! I know you're stronger than that, come on now, let me make you feel good"

You whimpered in response as your hole became drenched in Bucky's saliva, acting as a lubricant as he slowly inserted his thick fingers into your hole.

You screamed at the immense discomfort you felt, you've never been this intimate with Bucky ever in your life. "Does that feel good baby? You like when daddy shoves his fingers in your tiny little hole?"

All this dirty talk was making you queasy, your head practically spinning in circles as Bucky continued using your hole as a domain for his sexual pleasures. "I-I-I'm g-gonna cum!" you yelled at the top of your lungs, cock ready to burst at any moment.

"Oh no you don't" he whispered, gripping your tiny little pre-cum covered cock tightly.

"I know you're a good boy baby. Show daddy how good of a boy you can be! C'mon baby I know you can be a good boy. My good boy"

You snapped

Your cock jerked uncontrollably, drooling with ropes of white, thick cum. Your face turned red as you met Bucky's slightly disappointed face.

"Baby, I really hoped you could pull through for daddy. But it's ok! Daddy has a few tricks left for you"

"No daddy please! I can't take it anymore! I'm gonna... explode!" you pleaded, struggling to break out of your bonds.

"That's not how it works. I am your master, your daddy, you are my boy. You listen to me, absolutely no questions asked baby. Now, daddy has a new little toy here that he would love to try on you" he cackled, pulling out a pink vibrator.

Tears stained your cheeks as you knew what was about to come, you knew that you had no other choice but to comply, so why not enjoy it?

He attached the vibrator on your cute little cock and turned it on. You screamed as the vibrator tickled and pushed against your prostate, cum leaking from the tip of your cock.

"Daddy! Please take this o-off! I-I'm s-so horny!!!" you moaned as your bottom half twitched and shook from the absolute pleasure you felt.

Bucky noticed the state of mind you were in, somewhat amused by how fragile you were. And with the little bits of remorse still in him, he yanked the vibrator off your body, your cock worn out and drenched in pre-cum. You were a moaning, panting mess, cum disseminated over the floor.

"Oh baby~ You turn me on so much you don't even know. Such a sweet boy like you acting like this, this'll just be our little secret. Now, daddy has one last present for you, I promise, it's worth it" he said, slyly, before unzipping his pants. The big dick print in his boxers was making you so hard, oh you were so in love with him.

And then, oh!

A large piece of man meat sprang from his underwear as he pulled it down. The sheer size of it amazed you as he walked toward you.

"I want this to be a night for the books baby, let's make this special"

"Fuck me daddy!" you moaned before he slammed his monstrous dick into your tight hole. His thrusts: strong and firm.

"Oh fuck baby! I love how your little hole hugs my cock! You belong to me! No one else!" he yelled, a mixture of moans and whines filling the room as you both became infatuated with pleasure.

He starts to develop a fast and consistent rhythm with his thrusts, your moans getting louder and more high-pitched, making him even more turned on.

"Oh yeah! You love when daddy's big cock fucks your hole don't you! You naughty boy! You bussy is so greedy for daddy's cock isn't it" he growled, getting a broken and long moan in response.

Your body temperature started to climb higher and higher as the man you loved dearly continued fucking the daylight out of you. What you didn't realize? The fact that the ropes that put you in this very position broke in the midst of all the sexual pleasure you were feeling.

You didn't know how much longer you could handle this. Your bussy was practically broken after enduring all of Bucky's abuse, but the pleasure you felt continued to escalate by the second.

That's when, it happened again

Bucky's cock penetrated the most sacred and sensitive part of your entire body, your cock exploding with cum as your body twitched and quivered at the pleasure that basically consumed your entire body at this point.

"That's my boy! Oh y-you're daddy is close you're doing so well. Fuck!" he groaned as you could feel his thrusts growing sloppier.

You took notice of this and decided to give Bucky a taste of his own medicine: you pinched and twisted your nipples, causing your hole to tighten around Bucky's cock, making the man grow weak as his cock was being stimulated like no other before him.

"Oh shit! You naughty little bitch! Oh baby! I-I'm g-gonna cum!" he slurred out before unleashing his load inside your hole, strings of his white sticky cum polishing your insides an ivory color. You collapsed from the chair, your legs were practically immobile after all the pleasure and abuse you endured tonight.

Bucky crawled toward your destroyed figure, hugging you tightly and nuzzling your nose against his.

He carried you, bridal style, up from the basement into the bedroom you shared together.

"Now baby, let's get washed up, alright? We need to be perfectly clean before we sleep" he uttered, walking you over to the shower.

Despite the immense sexual activities that occurred that night, the shower you two had was one that was completely ingenuous.

You two shared a few loving, intimate moments, but nothing that was extreme. You were glad to have Bucky back. The old Bucky back. Sure, you loved the sex god that just fucked the shit out of you a couple minutes ago, but the little moments you have with him: you cherished forever.

You both got dried up and cuddled up on the bed together. "I'm so proud of you baby, we pulled off wonders tonight. I love you, Y/N" he said, kissing your forehead.

"I love you too, daddy" nuzzling your head against his chest.

You went to sleep madly in love with the man, and James Buchanan Barnes definitely loves you too~

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Updated extended Sapphire family picture

Let's not talk about the fact that I haven't made a single effort to age Kiyoshi visually. We'll just say he has good genes and never ages ok. There's so many things I like about that one family portrait. But you guys have to know I forgot a lot of people the first time I did it (yes there was a first time because ✨ game crash ✨ happened).

From left to right, standing: Nasir Akana, holding Ezequiel Akana-Lambert, Melody Akana-Lambert holding Cornelius Akana-Lambert (ok I may have mixed up the twins lol), Kiyoshi Ito, Rachel Ito (née Lambert), Emery Ito, Keiko Nakagawa, Chelsea Lambert (née Klein), Kellen Lambert, Sydney Lambert (née Sage), Jay Lambert, Ericka Martinez, Liam Martinez held by both his parents, Storm Martinez.

L to R, middle row (sitting on the bench or near it): Arthur Sapphire, Jillian Sapphire (née McArthur), James Sapphire (né Mauer), Mila Sapphire, Aria Sapphire (née Lambert), Sara Sapphire, Graham Lambert.

L to R, front row (sitting on the ground): Alexander Sapphire, Magnus Ito with Thomas Ito crushing him sitting on his laps, Matthew Lambert.

Color-coded depending on which household they are in my game at the beginning of Autumn 1! The ones in black are the ones in a single person household. (And yes, Matthew is at uni on his own! :D)

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Student Body A-Z

For this DR I’ve created a ridiculous amount of ocs, practically every Disney character I could think of has offspring in this reality. Feel free to script them into your DR too if you wish.

Under their name (which I also did a lot of research for) you’ll find an aesthetic/mood board for them as well as who there parents are and if the have siblings, and any other important facts about them.

A

Adelaide Hightopp ✩ Adelheid Gothel ✩ Adreanna Tritongeneia of Atlantica ✩ Adrie Tritongeneia of Atlantica ✩ Aeces Tritongeneia of Atlantica ✩ Agnes Hood ✩ Alaric White ✩ Alina Trintongenia of Atlantica ✩ Allura Tritongeneia of Atlantica ✩ Alouette Charming ✩ Alma Madrigal ✩ Amara Tritongeneia of Atlantica ✩ Amber Knapke ✩ Amé ✩ Anenon Tritongeneia of Atlantica ✩ Andreas ✩ Annalise Tremaine ✩ Antoinette Bleau ✩ Arwyna Tritongeneia of Atlantica ✩ Argent Sinclair ✩ Athelyn Tritongeneia of Atlantica ✩ Aurelio Madrigal

B

Benny ✩ Blanche Rabbit ✩ Blythe Robin ✩ Bud

C

Carmen Madrigal ✩ Catherine Lefou ✩ Cecil Clayton ✩ Chien Bao ✩ Collette Bleau ✩ Copper Knapke ✩ Courtland of Hearts

D

Dallywinkle ✩ Darrow NicFhearghuis of Clan Dunbroch ✩ David Radcliffe ✩ Dawn ✩ Desiree Tremaine ✩ Desmond DiMaldonia ✩Dionisio Madrigal ✩ Dorothy Darling

E

Edwin Ratcliffe ✩ Elisa Madrigal ✩ Emerald Knapke ✩ Eugenia DiMaldonia ✩ Eve Stahlbaum

F

Fannar Bjorgman ✩ Fleurette Blea ✩ Flint Knapke ✩ Fritz Stahlbaum

G

Gang Tang ✩ George Darling ✩ Gillian Pan

H

Hanna Westergaard ✩ Harold Darling ✩ Healani Kawena ✩ Honnorée de Châteaupers ✩ Huguet de Châteaupers

I

Idunna Elsasdottir ✩ Ingrid Bjorgman

J

Jade Knapke ✩ Jehan ✩ Josephine Bertel ✩ Julianna Madrigal

K

Kachina ✩ Kameron Verona ✩ Kim Thatch

L

Lahahana Pelekai ✩Li Guiying ✩ Lillian Rourke ✩ Li ZhiHao ✩ Lucienne

M

Marcelino Madrigal ✩ Maria Frollo ✩ Marie Stahlbaum ✩ Matias Madrigal ✩ Maude Pendragon ✩ Marylyn Poppins ✩ Meghan Mim ✩ Melisende ✩ Mica Knapke ✩ Michael James ✩ Morningdew ✩ Mistystream

N

Nezetta Sheridan ✩ Ning Wong

O

Obsidian Knapke ✩ Olivia James ✩ Ollie ✩ Onfroi ✩ Onyx Knapke ✩ Opal Knapke

P

Pace Hare ✩ Pedro Madrigal ✩ Petra Madrigal ✩ Phiobe ✩ Phoenix Lotus ✩ Pipsqueak ✩ Promenade Hare ✩ Puddles

Q

Quartz Knapke ✩ Quincy Porter

R

Rauana Waikiki ✩ Remington Kingsleigh ✩ Rhys Ambrosius ✩ Rory Rabbit ✩ Rosalind du Beaumont ✩ Ruby Knapke ✩ Ruth LeBouf

S

Sapphire Knapke ✩ Snowbell ✩ Sylva Troylus of Perceforest ✩ Sylvie Troylus of Perceforest

T

Taryn Porter ✩Tidal Thatch ✩ Teddy ✩ Thistle ✩ Thea

V

Vanda bint Aladdin al Agrabah ✩ Vicente Madrigal ✩ Vincenzo Stromboli

W

Wren ✩ Wystan Pendragon

Y

Ysabeau de Châteaupers

Z

Zhen Tang ✩ Zaltana bint Genie ✩ Zara Der Sonne of Corona

Previous Handbook ✩ . . ˚ ✩

˚✩ 𝐂𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐦 ˚

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From District 1:

L to R:

Luxe St. James--Victor of the 2nd Hunger Games. Mentor to Hartley.

Hartley Rathaway--Male Tribute. Age 12. Reaped (fixed).

Sapphire Steele--Female Tribute. Age 18. Volunteered.

Ermine Butler---Victor of the 43rd Hunger Games. Mentor to Sapphire.

Mentor names and game #s are from Oisis55's "The Victors Project".

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Llewellyn's 2025 Witches' Spell-A-Day Almanac (Llewellyn's 2025 Calendars, Almanacs & Datebooks) Llewellyn's 2025 Witches' Spell-A-Day Almanac (Llewellyn's 2025 Calendars, Almanacs & Datebooks) Contributor(s): Llewellyn (Author) , Fisher Aldag, A C (Contribution by) , Barrette, Elizabeth (Contribution by) , Cobb, Dallas Jennifer (Contribution by) , Connor, Kerri (Contribution by) , Crosson, Monica (Contribution by) , Freuler, Kate (Contribution by) , Kambos, James (Contribution by) , Lynn, Amanda (Contribution by) , Marquis, Melanie (Contribution by) , Moonbeam, Sapphire (Contribution by) , Pesznecker, Susan (Contribution by) , Shea, Cerridwen Iris (Contribution by) , Weston, Brandon (Contribution by) , Tipton, Melissa (Contribution by) , Walls, Charlynn (Contribution by) Publisher: Llewellyn Publications ISBN: 0738772046 Physical Info: 0.6" H x 8.0" L x 5.2" W (0.7 lbs) 272 pages As the world's oldest and largest independent publisher of books for body, mind, and spirit, Llewellyn is dedicated to bringing our readers the very best in metaphysical books and resources. Since 1901, we've been at the forefront of holistic and metaphysical publishing and thought. We've been a source of illumination, instruction, and new perspectives on a wealth of topics, including astrology, tarot, wellness, earth-based spirituality, magic, and the paranormal. From e-books to tarot-themed iPhone apps, Llewellyn has embraced the Digital Age to continue our mission. Llewellyn also partners with Italian publisher Lo Scarabeo, as the exclusive US and Canadian distributor of their beautiful tarot and oracle decks. They also partner with Blue Angel, an Australian publisher of oracles, books, CDs, and other sidelines. Table of Contents: Contents A Note on Magic and Spells . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3 Spell-A-Day Icons. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 5 2025 Spells at a Glance by Date and Category. . . . . . . . . . . . . . 6 2025 Year of Spells January . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9 February. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 31 March. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 49 April. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 71 May . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 91 June . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 111 July . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 131 August. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 151 September. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 175 October. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 197 November. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 219 December. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 241 Daily Magical Influences . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 263 Lunar Phases. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 263 Astrological Symbols . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 264 The Moon's Sign . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 265 2025 New and Full Moons. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 266 Glossary of Magical Terms. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 267 About the Authors. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 269 A Spell a Day Keeps the Monotony at Bay Cast yourself an exciting year one spell at a time with this collection of new workings, recipes, rituals, and meditations. Crafted with simplicity in mind, most bewitchments require only simple tools and ingredients, making them fun and accessible regardless of your experience. This year's incantations are curated by renowned magical practitioners, such as A.C. Fisher Aldag, Kerri Connor, Monica Crosson, Kate Freuler, James Kambos, Amanda Lynn, Melanie Marquis, Sapphire Moonbeam, Melissa Tipton, Charlynn Walls, and Brandon Weston. Whether you seek a daily dose of inspiration or prefer to search for specific spells with the included cross-reference table, Llewellyn's 2025 Witches' Spell-A-Day Almanac helps you magically address vital topics for an enjoyable and fulfilling life. It features enchantments for love, health, money, protection, home and garden, travel, and more. It also includes daily color and incense recommendations, moon signs and phases, a glossary of magical terms, traditions specific to each month, and space for notes. Contributor Bio:Llewellyn As the world's oldest and largest independent publisher of books for body, mind, and spirit, Llewellyn is dedicated to bringing our readers the very best in metaphysical books and resources. Since 1901, we've been at the forefront of holistic and metaphysical publishing and thought. We've been a source of illumination, instruction, and new perspectives on a wealth of topics, including astrology, tarot, wellness, earth-based spirituality, magic, and the paranormal. From e-books to tarot-themed iPhone apps, Llewellyn has embraced the Digital Age to continue our mission. Llewellyn also partners with Italian publisher Lo Scarabeo, as the exclusive US and Canadian distributor of their beautiful tarot and oracle decks. They also partner with Blue Angel, an Australian publisher of oracles, books, CDs, and other sidelines. Contributor Bio:Fisher Aldag, A C A.C. Fisher Aldag is a long-time Pagan clergyperson and serves on the organizing committees for local Pagan Pride events in Michigan. She regularly teaches classes and workshops on folk magick and has contributed to Llewellyn's Magical Almanac and several other Pagan publications. A. C. lives near Lake Michigan. Contributor Bio:Connor, Kerri Kerri Connor is the leader of The Gathering Grove (a family-friendly, earth-based spiritual group) and has been practicing her craft for over thirty-five years. She is the author of several books, including Spells for Tough Times, and her writing has appeared in Head magazine and several Pagan magazines. Kerri earned a BA in communications and holds a medical marijuana card in Illinois. Visit her at KerriConnor.com. Contributor Bio:Crosson, Monica Monica Crosson (Concrete, Washington) is a Master Gardener who has taught gardening through her local Washington State University's extension office for more than twenty-five years. She has been a practicing Witch and educator for over thirty years and is a member of Evergreen Coven. Monica is the author of The Magickal Family and is a regular contributor to magazines such as Enchanted Living and Witchology. Visit her at AuthorMonicaCrosson.com. Contributor Bio:Freuler, Kate Kate Freuler is the author of Magic at the Crossroads: The Devil in Modern Witchcraft and Of Blood and Bones: Working with Shadow Magick and the Dark Moon. She has written articles for Llewellyn's Magical Almanac, Llewellyn's Spell-a-Day Almanac, and Llewellyn's Sabbats Almanac. She lives in Ontario, Canada, and can be found making art, wandering around in libraries, and writing. Visit her at www.katefreuler.com. Contributor Bio:Lynn, Amanda Amanda Lynn has been dedicated to Witchcraft since childhood. For thirteen years she was a priestess in her local community, where she developed a penchant for ritual creation and spellcraft. She studies aromatherapy, esoterica, and intuitive magick. Contributor Bio:Marquis, Melanie Melanie Marquis is an award-winning author of many books including Llewellyn's Little Book of Moon Spells, Carl Llewellyn Weschcke: Pioneer and Publisher of Body, Mind, and Spirit (IPPY Gold Medal winner for Best Biography), Beltane, Lughnasadh, and A Witch's World of Magick. She is also the creator of the Modern Spellcaster's Tarot (illustrated by Scott Murphy) and the Stuffed Animal Tarot (with Aidan Harris and Mia Harris). Melanie is the producer of Mystical Minds Convention and other local, regional, and national events. She is also the creator of @StuffedAnimalMagickShop channel on Tiktok and YouTube. Book a tarot reading or purchase magickal housewares, spice blends, and folk art at www.MelanieMarquis.com. Contributor Bio:Moonbeam, Sapphire Sapphire Moonbeam is a rainbow energy artist, metaphysical jewelry maker, card reader, author, and nature photographer, and has a bachelor's degree in psychology from the University of Missouri-Kansas City. Sapphire is the artist and author of the Moonbeam Magick oracle card deck. She is a self-taught artist who teaches intuitive abstract art classes in the Kansas City area as well as locations around the world. Sapphire loves to visit ancient sites and temples in far-off lands to connect with the mystical energies there. She is a social media influencer and sends out good vibes to her worldwide following on her Sapphire's Moonbeams page on Facebook. Find her on Instagram, Threads, and X (Twitter) @ssmoonbeam and visit her website at SapphireMoonbeam.com. Contributor Bio:Pesznecker, Susan Susan "Moonwriter" Pesznecker is a writer, college English teacher, nurse, and hearth Pagan/Druid living in northwestern Oregon. Sue holds a Masters degree in professional writing and loves to read, watch the stars, camp with her wonder poodle, and work in her own biodynamic garden. She is co-founder of the Druid Grove of Two Coasts and the online Ars Viarum Magicarum--A Magical Conservatory and Community. Sue has authored Yule: Rituals, Recipes, & Lore for the Winter Solstice (Llewellyn, 2015); The Magickal Retreat (Llewellyn, 2012); and Crafting Magick with Pen and Ink (Llewellyn, 2009); and is a regular contributor to Llewellyn's almanacs and calendars. Visit her online at http: //www.susanpesznecker.com/. Contributor Bio:Weston, Brandon Brandon Weston (Fayetteville, AR) is a healer, writer, and folklorist who owns and operates Ozark Healing Traditions, an online collective of articles, lectures, and workshops focusing on the Ozark Mountain region. As a practicing folk healer, his work with clients includes everything from spiritual cleanses to house blessings. He comes from a long line of Ozark hillfolk and is also a folk herbalist, yarb doctor, and power doctor. His books include Ozark Folk Magic, Ozark Mountain Spell Book, and Granny Thornapple's Book of Charms. Visit him at OzarkHealing.com. Contributor Bio:Tipton, Melissa Melissa Tipton is a Jungian Witch, Structural Integrator, and founder of the Real Magic Mystery School, where they teach online courses in Jungian Magic, a potent blend of ancient magical techniques and modern psychological insights. They're the author of Living Reiki: Heal Yourself and Transform Your Life and Llewellyn's Complete Book of Reiki. Learn more and take a free class at RealMagic.School

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A tribute to Dahlia Lambert

Mermaids can now die after aging up, so I'm bracing myself for the death of Alfonso now that he lost both his younger and older sisters. I loved Dahlia. She's my second main test sim and she went through so much just so I can try stuffs. She's also the favorite of my friend who thinks she's super badass and I couldn't agree more.

She lived a long life. Had four children with her husband Tommy, beginning with twins Aria and Kellen, then had Rachel. Jay was a surprise baby but the one who stayed with her until the end. Tommy was a bit older and left early. But Dahlia was a mermaid as well so her life expectancy was LONG. (Until last patch who got me heartbroken.) Depicted on the big family picture is Dahlia, her children with their spouses, and Dahlia's grandchildren. Only one missing is Thomas Ito, Rachel's infant cause I couldn't -for the life of me- teleport that little baby to the lot so I just gave up. For next time I'll know to teleport them first.

Dahlia's family

Tommy Lambert, Dahlia's husband who took her name after marriage, died a long time ago. But they were the sweetest (unproblematic) couple.

(L-R) Rachel Ito, Kiyoshi Ito, Arthur Sapphire, Ericka Lambert, Jay Lambert, Sydney Lambert, James Sapphire, Aria Sapphire, Kellen Lambert, Chelsea Lambert. Emery Ito, Dahlia Lambert, Matthew Lambert, Magnus Ito, Graham Lambert, Melody Lambert. Alexander Sapphire.

And yes, I color-coded them so I can remember to which Dahlia's child is each person related to/married to.

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Leverage 5x4- "The French Connection Job"

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LIFE IS JUST NEVER EASY, IS IT? ━ J. POTTER

SYNOPSIS → in which you’re being bullied

WORD COUNT → 1,720

PAIRING → James Potter/Shy! Plus-sized! Reader

AUTHORS NOTE → This is my first post on here, so please don’t be too disappointed! This is my first time writing in second person, I usually write in third, so if you see something that says “her,” instead, “you,” don’t mind it! NOT MY GIF! ALL CREDITS GO TO OWNER!

WARNINGS → uh, some violence, protectiveness, bullying and some good ol’ fluff!

You walked through the walls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Your school books were cradled at your chest, your y/s/c arms wrapped tightly around them; as if trying to protect you from the cruel world that surrounded you. Your y/h/l y/h/c hair laid limp, you couldn’t stop the onslaught of painful thoughts from screwing with you. 

The constant whirl wind of the constant, “You’ll never be good enough for him,” “You don’t deserve him,” kept plaguing your mind. All of it came from a dark place that you thought you had left behind: apparently not. Of course, you can’t really leave something behind when there is something (or someone) constantly reminding you of it. 

At times, you found that you just wanted to scream or yell. To just let out all of that pain, when you knew that you couldn’t. Sometimes, you just wanted to snap at someone, and just let all of that pent up hurt expel from you; but you knew you couldn’t. Not after that being done to you so many times, that you just couldn’t do it someone, when they didn’t deserve it.

So, you bottled it up.

You hid it behind your cheerful smiles, behind the giddy giggles, behind the usual bounce in your step. No one really noticed. Not even the one friend that you had, and knew all about what had happened, noticed. All of your other friends, didn’t know about the constant turmoil that went through you on a daily basis. They were to new for you tell them quite yet. Some day, when your not quite as in pain, maybe you’ll tell them. It’s not like they’ll really care anyway. They’re only friends with you because you’re they’re best friends girlfriend.

Or, as you convinced yourself. 

No one noticed, so it didn’t matter. Only, someone did. The one person that you never wanted to tell about your past. The one person who didn’t even have an inkling of knowledge of what had happened to you. The one person that you truly felt like yourself, without having to hide too much about yourself. Your boyfriend. 

James Potter.

 Yes, the James Potter. The chaser, and captain, of the quidditch team. The headboy along with Lily Evans, his long time crush until he met you. A marauder. Friends with Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, some of the most popular boys in the entirety of Hogwarts. The mischief making boy. 

The James Potter was your boyfriend. 

Shy, insecure, y/n y/l/n. The girl that no one really noticed up until you started to date James. The girl that liked to hide in the shadows than be noticed. The girl that was usually laughed at, and ridiculed. The girl that people only noticed when Mackenzie Comen bullied, and even then didn’t really know your name. The most common of girls, the girl that thought would go throughout the rest of their life without falling in love. You.

And that was probably one of the reason’s why Mackenzie Comen began to target you more than usual after you two came out as a couple. Mackenzie was a Ravenclaw girl, who had long skinny white legs, with beautiful blonde hair that most would resemble with gold, and sapphire blue eyes. A popular girl who had everything. A family that was well-known, who had generations worth of money (though you’ll admit, money never really meant anything good to you), popular, with a good future.

Well, what people would usually identify as the perfect girl. 

You didn’t even know why she targeted you. All you knew, was that one day you were walking to the common room of y/h when her and her group of prissy girls had gang up on you, and caused your worst nightmare. It sucked to hear how you weren’t good enough. Or that people only hanged out with you out of pity. You hated hearing it.

Speaking of the devil, and she shall appear.

Mackenzie and her clique of friends, turned the corner and cornered you against the stone wall, just a mere few feet from the Gryffindor common room, where you were meant to meet with James for a study session (since he had been struggling with History of Magic, which you were at the top of the class). She was dressed in her Ravenclaw robes, her shiny blonde hair straightened to perfection; showcasing her sharpened cheekbones. Her sharp blue eyes, straight at you, the malicious intent clear on her face. 

“Well, if it isn’t little miss precious,” she spoke, a sneer crossing her face, showing her whitened teeth (almost unnaturally white). Her blue polished nails sharpened, reminding you of cat claws, were picking at her fingers with a look of disinterest on her face. She always held that nonchalance when she bullied you, as if you were causing her the inconvenience. “How’s it dating James Potter? Your ego boosting yet?” she asked, propping her hands on her hips. 

“Just leave me alone,” you muttered, your y/e/c eyes cast on the cement floor of the castle. You tried to push your way through, but two of the girls had moved in your way. Their shoulders pressed tightly together, making sure you weren’t able to get past. A defeated sigh left your lips, your arms tightening on your school books slightly as you turned to face her, “What do you want, Mackenzie?” you asked, your eyes gathering one of pain as you stared at her. 

Her sneer tightened as she stared at you, noticing that you weren’t exactly going to give into her antics at the moment. You continued to stare at her, as she pulled out her wand. You didn’t have it in you to fight, you just wanted to be with James. You just wanted him to hold you, as you closed your eyes and let the world fade away. 

“Levicorpus,” she said, her wand pointed straight at you. 

Immediately, you were lifted off the ground, an invisible force grabbing you by the ankles and suspending you in the air. Your y/h/c hair hang in front of your face, obstructing your vision. Your school books fell from your hands, as you subconsciously held them in fists beside your face. A sharp breath escaped you as you readied yourself for both the mental and physical torture the bitch would put you through. The rage you felt dwindled down into nothing as you resigned your fate, moments after being lifted into the air. 

You never were really good with confrontation. 

The girls around you laughed at your expanse, their annoying high pitched laughs surrounding the corridor. More than likely getting attention from other students that would be passing, when they tried to get back to their common rooms. You couldn’t really focus on Mackenzie's taunts as the blood slowly rushed to your face, making you feel slightly faint. 

Slowly, you started to lose the little control you had over your body. The tears that you had been holding back, started to flow freely down your cheeks, only furthering the taunts, and laughs. Your still clenched hands, started to shake, and quake. Your anxiety creeping through the creases and cracks in the wall that you had built to surround you. 

You didn’t notice when another group of laughter, or a group of footsteps slowly getting closer, until they were almost right in front of you. Great, you think, more people to witness this. 

The laughter from the second group had immediately stopped, when you felt like they noticed you. It seemed that Mackenzie and her posse hadn’t noticed, since they were still giggling and laughing over your expanse. Some even had delved into you school bag, searching for anything that would add to your embarrassment. 

“Hey!” a familiar voice shouted, racing footsteps soon following the exclamation. “Let her down!”

Another voice accompanied the first, shouting out a, “Stupefy!” and you were immediately falling to the ground. Her fists, that had slowly been unclenching with the lose of consciousness, had clenched so tight that your knuckles turned white. Right before you slammed into the ground, however, a set of white arms wrapped around you, carefully flipping you over so you were right side up and on your unsteady feet. 

Your dazed eyes glanced up, and almost didn’t recognize the gaze that was your boyfriend’s. “You alright. love?” he asked, his voice soft as he carefully wiped away the tear stains on your sort of pale face, his white hand coaxing you into lolling you hand into his palm. 

Before you could respond, however, another sob had broken into the corridor. You turned around to see that the entire group of Mackenzie’s lackeys, had run away, thankfully leaving all of your things, while Mackenzie hung in the air, the same way as you did. Her pale blonde hair hung in front of her face, but it didn’t obstruct the view of her tears that streamed down her face. You turned your head slightly to see Sirius Black pointing his wand up in the air, being the one to suspend Mackenzie in the air. 

“You okay?” he asked, his grey eyes never straying away from the bully even as he asked you the question.

“Yeah,” you breathed, staring at him like he was crazy. “I’m fine.”

Then your being turned around by your boyfriend, who leads you away from the rest of his friends, Remus Lupin giving you a smile that helped calm you down, and leading you into the Gryffindor common room. 

“You alright, love?” he asked again, having not gotten a response the first time around. You slowly nodded you head numbly, not really being able to comprehend what had just happened.

You didn’t notice as your boyfriend led you up to his dorm, and held you. You didn’t even realize that you were still crying. Not until you had cried yourself to sleep, knowing that tomorrow, you would have to tell James everything. Everything about the bullying, and everything that you had hid from him.

But that could wait until tomorrow. Tonight, you were going to relish in being held by the boy you loved, and you were going to sleep better than you have in a long time.

[ilikefandom]

Broken

Request: Can you do purebood (and disowned) reader x still with big issues Sev? make it fluffy at the beggining, but then put the darkest angst you can think of on it. Have a good day.

Requested by: Anon

Genre: Fluff to ANGST

Synopsis: (Y/n) is bullied, Severus does nothing.

Pairings: Severus x Fem Reader, Sirus Black x Fem Reader, Lily x James

Warnings: Bullying!!!!

“Severus!!!” (Y/n) shouted as she sprinted down the hall toward the Slytherin common room, “I got all Os on my OWLS!”

Severus looked at (Y/n) as she bounced toward him a huge smile plastered on her face. They both were starting sixth year and (Y/n) had recently been disowned by her family, not for any real reason, but apparently thinking muggles deserve basic human rights was a big no no. He looked at her and she beamed at him. 

He huffed and stalked back toward the door, gesturing for her to follow him. Giving a yelp of excitement, (Y/n) followed her best friend into the Slytherin dorms. He sat down on one of the couches and she was quick to follow, dropping the bag that she carried on her shoulder onto the couch opposite him. 

He pulled out a copy of his OWL results, As in Transfiguration, Ancient Ruins and Charms. Two Os, one in Defence Against the Dark Arts and Potions, and Es in everything else. 

Squealing, (Y/n) snatched his results out of his hand, reading over the comments and grades, “Great job Severus!” she said, handing him back his results. 

The two sixteen year olds sat in comfortable silence as (Y/n) once again opened her bag, placing her results inside. While she did so, he saw a couple copies of muggle magazines and her NEWT textbooks. 

Realizing that she must have gotten the magazines from somewhere, he shifted uncomfortably. “Where did you…”

However he was cut off by a huff from some students who had just made their way into the common room. 

“Oh lookie here, some blood traitor trash.” A harsh voice said, making (Y/n) freeze. 

“Go away Avery.” (Y/n) said, pulling her bag closer to her as the other Slytherin boys came closer to where she was sitting. 

“Me, go away? No little blood traitor, you go away. You don’t belong here, you belong elsewhere, with the rest of the trash.” Avery laughed.

“Severus why do you even hang out with this pile of dragon dung anyway?” Mulciber asked, gesturing at (Y/n) as she rose from her chair and looked at Severus.

“Severus.” She said, tilting her head. Tears brimming in her eyes as the two dark magic supporters continued to hurl insults at her. 

Severus said nothing. Picking up his own results and leaving the room, heading toward his dorm.

“See that blood traitor,” Mulciber hissed at (Y/n), “even your little mixed breed friend doesn’t want you.”

Severus felt his heart clench at the insult, then it fell to the pit of the floor when he saw bright tears begin to fall down her cheeks. Sucking in a breath of air, he made his way to his room and slammed the door shut.

(Y/n) sniffled as she watched her friend abandon her, to leave her to face those no better than the group of Gryffindors that tormented him. Fleeing from the bullies she made her way to the Fat Lady and knocked a couple times. 

Lily opened the door to find (Y/n) crying and, grabbing her hand, hauled her into the common room.

Lily held (Y/n) as she cried, cooing quiet words of affirmation to her friend, as the Marauders made their noisy way down the stairs. Catching Lily’s eye, all of them stopped talking as they approached the huddle of sixteen year old girl on the floor. 

“Hey, (Y/l/n).” Remus asked, lowering himself onto the floor to get down to her level. “What happened?”

“It was Mulciber and Avery.” Lily answered for her, gripping her friend tighter. “They were picking on her.”

“Why?” Sirius laughed. “It’s not like she could have done anything to warrant that except for being a huge nerd.”

Through her tears (Y/n) choked out, “I was disowned by my parents last summer.”

Sirius’ eyes widened. “Me too, to be honest.”

“It was because they found my letters to and from Lily.” (Y/n) explained forcing her head deeper into Lily’s shoulder and letting out another sob.

The group froze, knowing that her tears were warranted. The Marauders sat in a circle around Lily and her friend, Remus rubbing her back and smiling slightly as she cried, “It’s going to be alright.” He sighed as her body shook from the violence of her agony.

“That isn’t even the worst of it.” (Y/n) sobbed. “Severus could have stopped them. He could have said something, but he didn’t and now I hate him for it.”

Anger grew in Lily’s face, flushing so red her freckles were invisible. “How dare he.” she commented, stroking (Y/n)’s hair, planning to report those bums to a teacher as soon as possible. 

“Don’t listen to them.” Peter chidded, patting (Y/n) on the shoulder. He was trying his best, but that wasn’t what (Y/n) needed.

However, as Lily rocked her gently, she made up her mind to leave her bigoted family behind, come what may, she would be ready to face the future.

Times would come where she would feel alright. Making friends with the Marauders and growing closer with Lily.

She was adorned in light blue, as the maid of honor at Lily and James’ wedding, letting a few tears slip as the bond was sealed between them.

A few months later, it was Lily who held a bouquet of daisies, adorned in crimson, as (Y/n) said her vows with Sirius. Both couples were excited to spend their lives together, fighting the dark arts together.

If only it were that simple.

Years later, after Lily and James had both passed away, (Y/n) showed up for a meeting at the Order. Sirius being sent to Askaban had hit her hard and Peter’s death along with the others’ rocked her to the core, she didn’t believe her husband to be a murderer, there was barely any evidence and it wasn’t in his character.

It wasn’t until she saw the man whom she loathed more than He Who Must Not Be Named himself, did she dare to show an ounce of emotion.

Severus Snape had walked into an Order Meeting, like he wasn’t an ex-death eater who had murdered countless people. 

As soon as they were left alone, Severus attempted to speak with (Y/n). She glared at him instead.

“Why do you think I want to talk with you, of all people.” She asked, wrapping her arms around herself, the sapphire Sirius had given her glittered in the candlelight.

“(Y/n), I’m so sorry.” Severus said through gritted teeth. “I never meant for you to be hurt, I never meant for Lily…” He trailed off leaving (Y/n) speechless.

“Wow, Severus, I am surprised at you.” She snapped. Causing the man in question to look up at her.

“(Y/n).” He said looking at her in the face.

“I loved you Severus. I really did. And you couldn’t see it.” She snarled. “So I found someone who did and I married him.”

“(Y/n) please give me a chance!” He begged a single tear spilling from his face.

“I gave you a chance.” She shouted. “I gave you chance after chance. What did you do?”

Severus stayed silent looking at (Y/n). She turned her back on him and slammed the door. Severus, who had chased after her, placed his hands on the door before sinking to the floor. Unaware of the grieving young woman doing the same on the opposite side.

Author’s Note: Hope you enjoy! Please reblog, comment, and request!

[bluepriestess]

I had this info meme sitting in my phones notes for so long so idr where I got it from whooops lol

Feel free to clear out my answers and do your own OC! :) make sure to tag me cause i luv OC lore skdjksjd

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B A S I C S

* full name: Summer Sapphire Meadows

* gender: (creator is questioning rn so tbd lol)

* sexuality: biiiii

* pronouns: she/her

* O T H E R S

* family: blood: James and Catherine, found: Arcade, Cass, Boone, Veronica, Raul, Lily, made: Elysio + their children

* birthplace: Washington DC, USA

* job: Courier, Representative for Freeside

* phobias: bugs, small spaces

* guilty pleasures: over indulging on sweets/snacks in general

M O R A L S

* morality alignment?: Neutral Good

* sins- lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

* virtues- chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

* introvert/extrovert: extrovert

* organized/disorganized: disorganized

* close minded/open-minded: open-minded

* calm/anxious: calm

* disagreeable/agreeable: both lol

* cautious/reckless: reckless

* patient/impatient: patient

* outspoken/reserved: outspoken

* leader/follower: leader

* empathetic/unemphatic: empathetic

* optimistic/pessimistic: optimistic

* traditional/modern: modern? i guess lol

* hard-working/lazy: hard working

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

* otp: Elysio <3, Vulpes too i guess kjdskjd

* ot3: N/A

* brotp: Arcade, Cass

* notp: Benny skdjkfjs

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PLEASE UNBAN MY DEVIANTART ACCOUNT

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by Adultswimlver

pls unban it i need it back

Words: 13, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

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[jamie-leah]

War of Wolves (8)

Season 1

Episode 8 - The Party 

Bucky x Reader 

Summary: You have been on the streets for the past two years, ever since your accident that left you with the ability to tell if someone is lying. You work as an informant for the white wolf and his mob but you had never met him…until you overhear a phone call that leads you to saving his life. Now he wants you to work for him. Its an offer you couldn’t refuse…right?

Word Count: 2712

Warnings: SMUT (SEX) 18+ ONLY, swearing 

A/N: Sorry it’s been long between episodes. I wanted to say that I hope everyone is doing well, especially my black and POC followers, my messages are always open for anyone. Enjoy Lovelies! 

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The next few days went by fast. Before you knew it, it was the night of Darren Mathews party. You were in your room waiting for a knock from Bucky about the dress he got you. You were reading when he knocks on your door. 

He opens it straightaway as you get off the bed. As soon as he sees you he smiles, “hey Doll, thought I’d come and give you your dress, so you have plenty of time to get dressed”. 

He holds out a white box and you take it with a smile and then throw it on the bed. You walk over to him and wrap your hands around his waist, “I’ve missed you today”. He nods, and you meet each other for a kiss. When you pull back you whisper, “how long do you have before they wonder why you’re taking so long?”. 

He smirks, “Doll…you’re not suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”. 

You nip at his bottom lip at the same time your hand reaches for his length. He growls, low in his throat at the contact, his lips then taking yours hungrily. You break the kiss long enough to grab his tie and pull on it. You pull him towards the bed like a lion on a chain. 

You push him on the bed and get on top. Your legs either side of his waist as you grind your pussy against his already hard cock. You watch Bucky close his eyes and tip is head back as his hands come to your waist to pull you down harder against him. 

Just as you’re about to take Bucky’s shirt off you hear Steve down the hall, “Buck, you need to come see this”. 

Bucky’s voice comes out hoarse and frustrated, “I’ll be there in a minute”. You raise your eyebrow at him in question and he smirks, whispering, “I know I can last all night, but if we only have a minute I’m still gonna take you and finish in that minute”. 

He pulls you down for a kiss, flipping the both of you around. He reaches for his belt when Steve replies, “you need to see this now”.  Bucky groans in frustration against your lips. 

He stands, straightening his shirt, “if this isn’t important I’m going to kill them all”. 

You laugh as you sit up on the bed, “duty calls”. 

He leans down for one more passionate kiss before pulling back, “I’ll be waiting at the bottom of the stairs at six, be ready for then”. 

He leaves the room and you can hear him walking away, “this better be fucking good Steve”. 

You look in the mirror, your stomach twisting into knots. The dress Bucky had given you fit perfectly. It was a simple black dress with the neckline dipping to just under your breasts so that it showed the tops and the sides of them. 

You put your hair up in a simple updo that left wisps of hair to fall freely. You put on your mother’s necklace and looked at the clock and saw it was nearly six. You leave your room worrying if you could pull this dress off. 

As you walk down the hall towards the stairs, you can see Bucky waiting at the bottom along with Steve and Sam. They don’t notice you until you start your descent. You notice Steve smiles at you and Sam whistles. 

Your eyes look over to find Bucky fixated on you and your movements. His eyes, the picture of seas, look hungry as they take you in. When you get to the bottom you’re blushing from the way Bucky is staring. 

You look up at him, “you forgot something”, he raises an eyebrow, “shoes”. 

He smirks and brings his hands from behind his back. He was holding simple black flats, “I thought you might prefer flats since you haven’t worn heels in a while”. You give him a grateful smile as you take them from him. He lets you lean on him as you reach to put them on. 

When you straighten back up Bucky reaches into his pocket. He brings out a black velvet box and hands it to you with a half-smile. You look from the box to him and then back again. You open the lid to find sapphire earrings, the same colour as the stone in your mother’s necklace. 

You look up at him, “how did you know I’d wear my mother’s necklace?”. 

“It was just a hunch”, he gives you a small smile. 

You put the earrings in and lean up to kiss Bucky’s cheek, “they’re perfect, thank you”. 

He ignores your thank you as he holds out an arm for you to take, “you look beautiful Doll”. 

Steve and Sam lead the way to the car. They get in the front as Bucky holds open your car door. Once you’re in, he walks around and climbs in next to you. He notices you fidgeting with your hands, “are you okay?”. 

You don’t look at him as you nod, “I just get nervous in cars sometimes, but its not so bad when I sit in the back”. 

Bucky reaches his hand over and takes one of yours, lacing his fingers with yours. He keeps your joint hands in your lap, “we’ll stop if you need to, just let me know”. You bring his hand up to your mouth and kiss it in thanks, not trusting your words to get around the growing lump in your throat. 

It took about an hour to get to Darren Mathews estate. It was slightly smaller than Bucky’s from what you could tell, and it was older looking. It was busy, full of cars arriving and people walking about. 

You didn’t even know you were holding Bucky’s hand tighter until he leans closer to murmur, “relax, I’ve got you. I’m gonna be by your side all night”. He kisses the side of your head which warms your chest and calms your stomach slightly. 

As your car approaches the front of the house, Bucky leans forward to talk to the boys, “you know the drill. Park the car, get inside and keep your eyes peeled. Keep your phones on loud. But also, if anything happens your first priority is Y/N”. 

You look over to him and watch Steve look at Bucky in the rear-view mirror. They communicate silently for a few moments, but they break the contact as the car stops outside the front of the house. 

Bucky lets go of your hand gently and steps out of the car. He comes around and opens yours, offering a hand to help you get out. Once you’re out, Bucky wraps his arm around your waist and brings you into his side. 

You climb two steps before reaching the open doors. Waiters on either side offer champagne and you both take one. There were a lot of people already mixing. But it doesn’t take long for a man in a burgundy suit to come over, “ah, I heard the White Wolf had arrived”. 

Bucky chuckles, “Darren. It’s a great party, thank you for inviting me”. 

Darren stands in front of the pair of you with a smile, “of course. Our partnership is one I value. Although, I must say, when I invited you I was expecting you to come alone. Who’s this lovely lady?”. 

Darren’s caramel eyes find yours. Everything he’s said so far is genuine, no lies, so you give him a small smile. Bucky looks down at you as he says, “this is my partner, Y/N”. You look up at Bucky for his use of the word ‘partner’. It seemed more serious than just girlfriend. You couldn’t help but smile at him. 

Darren looks to Bucky, “congratulations on finally finding yourself a decent woman”, Darren then looks to you with a smirk, “and commiserations for settling with this prick. He’s hard work”. 

You laugh, “you’re not wrong, but I think I’ve got it covered”. You give Darren a wink which causes him to laugh. 

Darren looks to Bucky, “enjoy the night and I’m sure we’ll talk soon”, he starts to walk away before turning back, “oh and Bucky, don’t let that woman go”. 

As you watch Darren walk away, Bucky looks at you and replies to you instead, “don’t worry, I don’t plan to”. You lean into Bucky’s body and rest your head on his shoulder for a few moments at his comments. 

The night was going well. You had met a few other of Bucky’s business partners and Bucky had spoken to a few people that gave him a business card to call them. During all this you had been teasing each other. 

Bucky started it first by grabbing your ass a few times, so you did it back. But you stepped up your game and would press your body more firmly into his as he was talking to people. You even managed to slip your hand into his trouser pocket and feel his hardening length. 

Once he was done talking to that person, he didn’t talk to you as he steered you towards an empty hallway. He dragged you down the hallway until he found a dark alcove. He pushes you in, so your back is against the wall and his body is blocking you in. 

He kisses your neck as he murmurs against your skin, “I want you. I need you now. I need to be inside you, I can’t wait until we get back”. 

As the kisses on your neck send shivers down your spine all you manage is a whispered, “yes…”. 

His lips come back to yours, your tongues greeting each other. Bucky’s hands are between you as you hear his belt and zip. Your lips stay connected as his hands then come to your waist, hiking up your dress. 

As soon as your dress is high enough he lifts you and your legs wrap around his waist. He pushes you against the wall and uses one hand to line himself up with your entrance. He slides in in one fluid motion and you capture each other’s moans in another kiss. 

Bucky goes hard and fast into you as his lips find your neck again. You feel him suck on the skin as your head falls back against the wall. You moan softly as he keeps thrusting. He licks the spot where he just gave you a hickey, “I want everyone to know you’re mine”. 

You cling to him, your nails digging into his back as his name falls helplessly from your lips, “James…James…”. You can feel yourself getting ready to cum and he senses it too as he slams in harder. 

A few seconds later and you come undone and your walls squeeze his cock hard enough to make him cum inside you. You both stay like that for a few moments, catching your breath. 

Once you do, Bucky slips out of you and places you gently back on the ground. He tucks himself back in as you put your panties back in place and pull your dress down. He doesn’t let you out of the alcove just yet as he places his lips softly on yours. 

He then leans his forehead against yours, “you’re amazing you know that?”. 

You lean up for another kiss, “yeah, I know”, he chuckles against your lips. 

He steps back to let you out and his arm finds your waist again. You start walking back to the party as you say, “although, I’m not sure how I’m meant to hide this hickey”. He just smirks at you as you join the room again. 

When you come back you see Sam give you smirks, and Steve just shakes his head with a small smile. The night was going great again until you felt Bucky’s arm tighten on your waist and pull you closer. You look up to see a man approaching. 

He was wearing a grey suit and had Black hair that made him look pale. His nose was slightly crooked, like he broke it and it never healed right, and his eyes were so dark that they sometimes looked black. 

The man stands a little too close, “Mr Barnes, I heard you were going to be here tonight. I was wondering if I was ever going to see you”. Even though he was talking to Bucky his eyes kept flicking to you. 

Bucky’s voice remained neutral, “Isaac Williams, what are you doing here?”. 

He smiles, “please, call me Isaac. Well, me and Darren Mathews have recently acquired a mutual friend and that friend invited me along”. 

Bucky starts to steer you both away, “well, enjoy the party”. 

But Isaac steps with you, blocking you from walking away, “aren’t you going to introduce me?”. He’s staring at you now; his eyes keep looking at your hickey. 

You look up at Bucky and you can see his jaw clench as his hand tightens on your waist again, “this is my partner, Y/N”. 

Isaac takes your hand, lifting it to his mouth and places a kiss on the back of your hand. You feel Bucky go completely rigid next to you as you supress the urge to shiver. Isaac keeps your hand longer than necessary and you feel Bucky start to move forward slightly, but you stop him with your other arm around his waist. 

You pull your hand away from Isaac and you see his eyes spark with laughter, “its great to meet you. Please, tell me how you met Mr Barnes?”. 

You could practically feel Bucky restraining himself from pushing this guy aside, so you tried to be closed with him, “oh the story would take too long to tell”. 

He’s staring at you so intensely you’re not sure he’s even blinking, “I have all night”. 

Before you can think of an excuse to tell him Steve interrupts, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I need to speak to you. Privately”. 

Bucky barely looks at Isaac as he starts to follow Steve, “have a good night Isaac”. 

When you’re finally far enough away you let a shiver wash over you. Bucky leans down and asks softly, “are you okay?”. 

You nod, “yeah, that guy was just creepy that’s all”. 

Bucky nods, “he’s strange. He dabbles in firearms and drugs, but his main focus is black market things. Mainly medical from what I can gather. I stay away from him and people like him. I’m surprised he’s even here”. 

The rest of the party goes by without incident, but you can’t shake the feeling of being watched throughout. You never caught anyone staring but the feeling stayed until it was time to leave and you were back in the car with Bucky. You sit in the middle seat this time as you rest your head against Bucky’s shoulder and let your eyes droop for the hour ride home. 

You wake up with tired eyes as Steve parks the car outside the front door. You hear Bucky whisper, “stay right there”, and then he unclicks both seatbelts and gets out. He keeps the door open and reaches inside as he slides you across the seat and then into his arms. 

You feel Bucky turn, and you hear Sam a second later, “you never need to thank us Buck. Its our job”. 

Your head is against his chest as he carries you inside. Your eyes are closed as you mumble, “you didn’t have to carry me inside”. You feel the vibrations of his chuckle as you feel him take the stairs. You can tell he’s taken you to his room by the smell of him everywhere. 

You open your eyes as he sets you on your feet for a few minutes. He helps you out of your dress and into bed as you curl up on your side in sheets that smell like him. You can hear Bucky discard his clothes and feel the dip in the bed as he gets in. 

The light goes out and his body wraps around yours, spooning. His arm comes around your waist, secure like it has been all night. You feel his warm breath on the back of your neck as your breathing matches his. Soon, you’re both asleep, content. 

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