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Love overcomes Universes

Hi everyone. I'm sorry it's been so long. I've been very busy with work and school and had a bit of a writers block. I hope you can forgive me :D. So here is a little something I wrote during the last week. Enjoy and please leave a like or comment.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Self consciousness, PTSD, Winter Soldier (mentioned), trauma (physical, mental), angst, smut, handjob, p in v, 

Words: 4411

“Finally” you exclaimed as you jumped onto your couch with a bag of chips in one hand and your tv remote in the other.

A minute later and your favorite Marvel movie was rolling as you delightfully munched on your chips.

Every line was committed to your memory as you went through a turbulent wheel of emotions.

The characters felt like family. You knew them better than anyone of your blood relatives. Some people might call that odd but not you. Embrace your weird was your biggest life motto.

This morning your friends had asked you to go out with them to a bar to have a few beers with them but you had declined because you had planned your movie evening for days now.

Work had been very straining lately and you just needed an evening away from the reality you called life. 

Your boss had been an asshole ever since two of your coworkers had quit simultaneously and that meant more work for the rest but no one dared to tell him to fuck off and maybe take some of the workload on him for once. 

 But that was a problem for monday. 

No matter how often you watched those films you were still always completely engrossed and immersed into the fabulous world of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

1 hour into Age of Ultron when suddenly a draft pulled through your living room and a sparkling portal opened up.

At first you thought you had fallen asleep, mixing your world with Avengers Endgame but after blinking twice you weren’t so sure anymore.

You jumped to your feet and grabbed the first thing that fell into your hands as a weapon which happened to be a full plastic water bottle.

Not too bad you thought to yourself and took a fighting stance a good distance away from the glowing door to another reality.

Next thing you saw were two silhouettes emerging and you took another step back. 

The shadows got clearer and clearer until you actually recognized them.

“Dr.Strange? America Chavez?” you looked at them in disbelief.

“Y/N?” he asked and you nodded.

“You have to come with us. We need your help.” he continued.

“And why is that?” you asked suspiciously the water bottle still raised high.

“We would like to explain everything to you when we arrive in our reality. But it is of utmost importance. The well being of everyone depends on it.”

That sounded very dubious but it also sounded relevant enough that they overcame interdimensional borders to find you.

“Alright let me pack my things. How long am I staying over?” you asked, frantically searching for your phone and charger cable on the couch.

“If everything goes to plan you will have to stay forever.” that stopped you dead in your tracks.

“Excuse me? Forever? That is an awfully long time. Can you at least give me a little more information before I decide if I should come with you?” 

“Well you might be the only person to calm Sergeant Barnes when he is acting out.”

“This is about Bucky? Why didn’t you say so immediately? Of course I’m coming that man needs all the support he can get plus he’s really nice to look at so it's a win-win situation for both of us.” That decision had not been hard to make. Your job was mundane as it could be, your last good friend had moved overseas a while ago and the contact was almost completely broken up. Plus you barely had any family left who would miss you if you were gone.

“Give me 20 minutes to grab my things and then we can go.” you called with your head in your closet.

25 minutes later and you had found all the stuff you needed and thrown it in 2 suitcases, 4 backpacks and a handbag.

“Alright I think I got everything. What happens to everything that I don’t take?” you asked curiously.

“Well, everything that stays will be erased the moment we leave. Together with all the memories of you that people who have met you during your lifetime have gathered.”

“So it will practically be as if I never existed?” 

“Correct.”

“Interesting. Okay let’s go.” America opened the portal and you took one last look at your living room before heaving your suitcases through the door. 

Nauseous. Terribly nauseous that’s what you felt once you had your feet back on solid ground.

Taking some deep breaths in through your nose you tried to compose yourself and avoid puking all over the floor. 

“That was worse than I thought it would be.” you choked out.

“But you didn't empty your stomach onto your feet. That’s something.” America encouraged you.

“Well, thanks. That would have been very embarrassing.” you replied.

After that conversation you finally took the time to look around you and noticed you were standing on top of the Avengers compound in upstate New York.

“This is soo cool! And it’s huge!!” you exclaimed, turning around.

“Welcome to the compound Y/N. Come on, we’ll show you to your room where you can unpack.” Stephen Strange suggested.

‘Room’ was an understatement. It was an apartment twice as big as your old one.

It covered a bedroom with a humongous bed and walk-in closet on one wall plus a big bathroom on the other.

Adjoining the living room was an open kitchen with everything you might need if you didn’t want to use the public cooking facility. 

“This is what you call a room? Guys, my childhood bedroom was a room. This is a luxurious flat. I love it and am very grateful.” you beamed with joy.

“So how can I be of assistance? Tell me everything please.” you sat down on the sofa and waited for them to start explaining.

Dr. Strange sat down opposite you while America lounged herself on the couch beside you.

“It all started with Sergeant Barnes moving into his new apartment 6 weeks ago. He was always plagued by nightmares but it was never as bad as it got after he had moved. He started to fall asleep everywhere every time of the day and then he began to sleepwalk. Unfortunately not as himself but as his alter ego The Winter Soldier. As you can imagine this ended in quite a few broken bones, bloody noses and choke marks. So far none has died but it is only a matter of time until someone gets killed.” he explained calmly.

“And why do you think I am the right person to help with that problem?” that was still an unknown quantity you couldn’t pull a connection towards.

“Because you are his soulmate.” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“His soulmate? How did you figure that out?” 

“Because he already had you.”

“Excuse me, what? I have never met him. He doesn’t even exist in my reality. How could I have possibly met him?”

“Not you perse but the you that lived here. He already had a Y/N in the 30’s but of course she is long dead and you were the only living you in all the multiverse. That’s why we think that you are meant to be with him here. You are the only one born closest to where his time traveled self is now.” 

“But won’t he freak out when he sees me? I mean for him I died a long time ago. Are you sure he will accept me and I can live up to the memory of the woman he loved 80 years ago? I am skeptical here.”

“Well, you can’t go back and I am sure that you are destined for each other so he will adapt to the situation.”

“Are you the only two who know about this whole plan?” you asked.

“No actually it was Captain Rogers who came to us for help.” America chimed in.

“Steve Rogers wanted you to bring Bucky a girlfriend?” you quipped.

“We brainstormed together with Bruce Banner and Natasha Romanoff and figured the best solution to our problem would be someone who can calm him. And who better to do so than the woman of his dreams. But it was ultimately Steve’s idea to search for you.” Stephen Strange elaborated.

“Then maybe I should meet the Captain first. I mean he did know the Y/N from the 30’s after all. Maybe if I don’t meet his expectations we don’t have to bother Bucky.” self doubt was killing you. How could you be enough for James Buchanan Barnes?

“That sounds like a plan.” he agreed with you before turning to the invisible AI controlling the whole building.

“Friday could you send Captain Rogers up to us please. It is urgent. And if he is with Sergeant Barnes don’t mention Y/N please.”

“Of course Dr. Strange. He will be up in just a moment.” she replied.

You waited anxiously for the 100 and something year old supersoldier before he stepped through the door after a seemingly endless amount of minutes.

“Strange, you called for me? What’s so important that I had to cut my work out short?” he rambled before his gaze fell on you. 

“Y/N? Wow, this is so weird.” he looked a bit freaked out then he did something completely out of character: he jumped forward and engulfed you in a bear hug.

A little taken aback you wrapped your arms around him out of habit.

“It’s nice to meet you, Captain Rogers.” you forced out because he was not letting you breathe properly. 

“My apologies. You are just so familiar to me that I forgot for a moment that we have never met.” he stammered after he had let you go and had taken a step back, turning beet red in the face.

“It’s alright and it’s an honor to meet you, Captain. I always wished for this to happen. I mean Dr. Strange and America Chavez were already awesome but can I say that I was always on your side. No matter what happened.” you smiled from ear to ear.

“Please call me Steve. And thanks for your support. So tell me about yourself. I am not assuming that you are exactly the same woman I knew in 1934.” When he noticed your shoulders dropping after his comment he hastily added: “but we are not the same men we were back then either so I am sure you are the perfect match for Bucky now.”

That gave you hope. If someone knew Bucky Barnes it was Steve Rogers.

“So, I think I am ready to meet him now although I gotta admit I am really nervous. But I trust you guys that it was the right decision to come here. So where is he right now?” you asked.

“I’m glad that you’re up for this. He should be at the gym right now. Let’s go!” Steve stood up and reached out his hand for you to take.

It took about 5 minutes to get to the gym and if you didn’t have Steve with you, you would have probably gotten lost. Strange and America had decided to stay back to not startle Bucky with too many people.

As you stepped through the glass double doors into the very well equipped gym you looked around astonished at the variety of training devices. Maybe you could start doing something for your health too if you had this much opportunity right in front of your door. 

Then you saw him. Shirtless. Fighting a boxing sack. In that moment he decided to kick it out of the anchoring on the ceiling, sending it flying against the opposite wall with a loud bang.

“Buck, could you stop for a minute and come over. I need you to meet someone.” Steve yelled over.

The metal armed supersoldier turned around and then his gaze fell on you.

His face had been stoic before but the moment he spotted you his eyes lit up and a smile crept onto his lips. 

Unfortunately you could tell the moment he realized that what he first thought to see was the girlfriend of his youth couldn't be true. 

He warily strolled over to where Steve and you stood.

You were glad when Steve started talking first because you would have not gotten a word out even if you tried.

“Am I dreaming again? Is this a cruel joke? Please let me wake up, this can’t be happening again!!” he said exasperated, letting his hand glide through his messy hair.

“Buck, this is Y/N. She is not the girl from our teenage years but it is her. She comes from a different reality. We brought her here to help you. We thought that you might cope well with a familiar face.” Steve explained.

“Hi.” you choked out when he mustered you with skeptical eyes.

“Hi, well this is awkward.” he mumbled after a few minutes of weird silence.

“Maybe a little. Ehm, do you want to show me around the compound maybe? Alone?” you suggested, finally finding your voice. Out of the corner of your eyes you had observed some people watching you interested and you definitely didn’t want a crowd when you first got to know the man you had adored from afar for so long.

“That sounds like a good idea. I will go grab my clothes and then I’ll show you the grounds and maybe we can grab something to eat. You must be hungry.” he seemed relieved that the situation stopped being tense. 

“So, what is it like in your world?” he asked, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets.

“Well, it was very much the same way it is here with the major difference that all of this,” you gestured around “and all of you don’t exist in real life. You are fictional characters out of comic books which were turned into movies over the last couple years. I brought the DVD’s if you would like to see them for yourself.” you proposed to him.

“That sounds… I don’t know if I have a word for that but I am kind of curious. Though it also makes me a little scared because that means that you know everything about me but I know so little about you.” he fixated the muddy ground as if it would swallow him whole if he did it long enough.

“Hey,” you stopped in front of him, pushing his face upwards with your fingers to look him in the eyes. “We have the rest of forever to get to know each other inside and out, alright? Yes, I might know the things I learned from the movies about you, but there is still so much of your story that wasn’t told and I wanna know every stupid little detail.” you grinned at him.

“You have so much to give and you have always been my favorite character in the films. Maybe I know why now.  Soulmates and all.” you winked at him. Then you just hugged him because you felt like he needed it.

“Thank you. I already feel so much better. So long I have always sensed that a piece of me was missing and I always thought that it might be the memories I couldn’t recover but that piece might actually be you. 

I wanna be honest, at first when Steve introduced you to me I thought he was crazy for even trying but now, now I think you are the best thing that could have happened to me.” your heart was melting at his words. So much so that tears sprang to your eyes.

Before you could reply to his heartfelt speech it started to pour in buckets. He tried to shelter you with his jacket and you ran inside still getting soaking wet.

But instead of being annoyed or angry, you laughed your asses off barely able to breathe.

Weeks ticked by and although it was an adjustment at first you two got closer everyday, noticing similarities in your characters and behavior. So much so that even the others started to see it and mention it.

Bucky and you worked together like clockwork and even Steve told you that he was finally able to see his best friend and big brother Bucky from the 40’s again.

At first he didn’t want you two to sleep in the same bed or even the same room for that matter. He always said that it was because of the values he grew up with but you knew the real reason behind his hesitance was that he didn’t want to unsettle you with his nightmares.

The positive side to it was his daydreams had stopped which was enough for the other avengers but not for you.

“Bucky? We’ve been together for 6 months now. Can we please move together into one room?” you begged him one evening after a star wars marathon.

“You know how I feel about that Y/N.” he groaned exasperated. 

“Oh, for fucks sake! Let me help you, you stubborn mule!” tears were already threatening to spill out of your eyes in rage. Before he could open his mouth to reply you continued “I know that you are still waking up screaming at night, scared of the terrors you have witnessed and angry at yourself for letting them do this to you. I can help you regain your self confidence if you let me!!” 

His mouth opened and closed like that of a fish before he let his head hang low sighing in defeat.

“My greatest fear is that not I wake up but him and that I will hurt you terribly or worse, kill you before I snap out of it and realize what I have done. I can’t risk that.” Now it was his time to cry.

“I understand you but your sleepwalking during the day has stopped since I arrived so why not believe that that will be the case with the nightmares too? Just have a little faith, my love.” you stroked his cheek softly, wiping away his tears.

He stayed silent for a long while, assessing his possible answers. 

“Can I have one more night to think about it?” How could you say no to him?

“Alright but I want an answer tomorrow.” you agreed.

He kissed the top of your head in thanks and asked “So which movie to watch next?” 

“Well, have I mentioned that I brought my Marvel DVD’s from my universe? We could watch your history unfolding if you are up for that. I always wanted an audio comment on the films.” you smiled at him.

“You have them here? Okay, I guess. Maybe we’ll find differences. I mean apparently this is not exactly the universe from your movies.” 

“That’s true. Sounds interesting. You think the others would like to see them too?” 

“I’m sure they would. I think that screams for movie night.” he seemed more relaxed after you switched topics. 

After calling everyone together to the theater room you put the first disk into the player and started Captain America the first avenger. The only sad thing was that you couldn’t watch the Disney+ series with them. 

Everyone was hyped when the credits rolled and Tony immediately wanted to start the next one because he knew it was his first movie.

“One thing you have to know about MCU films is that there is always at least one post credit scene. So sit down, shut up and enjoy the rest!” you hissed at the billionaire. 

Even you were surprised when he actually followed your order.

You spent countless hours over the next 3 days watching all the Marvel movies you were able to bring. It made you kinda sad that you would never be able to see the coming movies from your world. But on the other hand you were currently living your own MCU movie which was so much better.

It was around Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 2 that you realized that you had forgotten about the one day ultimatum you had set for Bucky. So you confronted him the next day.

“Don’t think that you are getting away with this and that I have forgotten about our little dispute.” you whispered into his ear from behind while he was sitting in his armchair, reading a book. 

“Damn. I really hoped you did.” he admitted.

“So? What is your decision? Are we trying the whole “sleeping in one bed thing” or not?” 

 “Well, you won’t give up anytime soon so okay we can try but only with precautions. You have water in reach to splash me in the face with and I want to be tied to the bed so you can run.” he set his conditions.

“Uhh kinky.” you winked at him and he scolded you with his gaze.

“I’m sorry it just slipped out. I will accept your conditions but you will see that they won’t be necessary.” 

You noticed him being anxious the rest of the evening. He was always overthinking things but this time you could actually see the gears turning inside his head.

“Come on Bucky, I am beat. Let’s go to sleep. Do you want to sleep in your bed or mine?” 

“Mine is probably best. I have the most sturdy bed frame.” he still didn’t look convinced that this was the best idea but there was no way back now.

You prepared yourselves, changed into pajamas and snuggled into the sheets before Bucky joined you. 

“Good night. Everything is gonna be fine.” you kissed him reassuringly.

An hour ticked by and he was still awake. You feared he would keep himself from falling asleep and you couldn’t have that. If he was tired the possibility of him falling back onto his alter ego was higher than when he was well rested.

“Darling, you have to sleep.” you mumbled into his chest. 

“I can’t. I am always imagining the consequences this could have.” 

Then something came to your mind. What if he just needed a distraction? So you went full on confrontation mode.

“Baby, let me help you relax.” your voice lowered seductively. At first he looked somewhat confused but as your hand descended towards his crotch and you started massaging his rapidly hardening length.

“What are you doing, doll?” he groaned. 

You just smiled and pushed your hand into his boxers, stroking his cock to full hardness. Your thumb flicking over his slit, collecting precum as lubrication.

“Fuck, feels good. Don’t stop.” he moaned and you complied. 

“Come on baby, let go. Come all over my hand.” you whispered into his ear, kissing his jaw.

His moans were the best sounds you ever heard and he was so close. 

Just a few more strokes and he shot his load all over your hand.

“Thank you darling. I think I needed that.” he kissed you. “Let me return the favor,” he offered.

“No, you sleep now. Everything else can be sorted out tomorrow.”

It took some convincing but he gave his okay after you promised he could make it up to you the next day.

Normally you would have thought you’d be woken up by the sun streaming through the window, not by a hot tongue between your folds.

“Oh my god, Bucky.” you moaned after the fog cleared out of your head sufficiently enough so you could register what was happening. Gripping his hair and pulling made him moan which sent vibrations up to your clit.

“Good morning, doll.” he mumbled.

“A good morning indeed.” his tongue was magic, alternating between licking and sucking between your folds and your clit. But the moment he entered a metal finger into your tight channel, curling it just right, was the moment you thought you’d gone to heaven. He always knew how to get you to go feral.

“More, James, more.” you groaned.

“Say that again.” he growled, his eyes darkening even more than they already had. 

“James.” you moaned again and before you could fathom what happened did he pull his sinful fingers and tongue away and pounced on you. He guided his cock into your entrance and pushed home in one stroke.

“Shit! James, you're so big.” you moaned. “So tight, doll. Love your pussy. She’s all mine, isn’t she?” he pulled out slowly and pushed back in to the hilt. Effectively silencing your response. 

“Say it!” he demanded.

“Oh, god. Yours, James, all yours.” he seemed happy with that response, sucking hickeys into your neck.

“Where do you feel me baby? show me!” he asked. So you grabbed his right hand and pushed it onto the obvious bulge in your belly where his dick was rearranging your guts.

“James, you’re gonna split me in half. Fuck! Faster!” 

He sped up his thrusts, hitting your g-spot over and over. The coil in your stomach tightening to the point of snapping. You couldn’t even warn him before you came, shaking uncontrollably.

His hips snapped into yours erratically so you knew he was close too. “Let go James. Fill me up. Breed me baby. I know you want to claim me. Do it.” you whispered seductively. 

That was his own undoing and he spilt deeply inside you. 

“Holy hell.” he breathed out after rolling off of you. “That was…” 

“The best sex I ever had? Definitely!” you finished his sentence.

“But I think I will need a bath to lose my sore muscles.” you smiled utterly satisfied.

“Sorry love. Maybe I was a little rough.” he looked guilty and you immediately regretted saying that. 

“That’s not what I meant. I feel really good. Just a little achy you know? But the good kind of achy. Like after a nice workout.” 

“Oh, I understand. I’ll go draw us a nice hot bath. I’ll be right back.” he kissed your forehead and left towards the bathroom.

All of this was an absolute dream come true. In the course of only a few months your life had turned 180°.The decision to go with Dr. Strange and America Chavez had been the best you ever made.

Bucky was the love of your life and you would spend every breathing minute making sure that that man got all the love he deserved.

[multiplefandomfics]

Princess of Asgard

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: dead parents, forced marriage, smut, breeding kink, kinda AU, pregnancy

Words: 3968

“None of you will be able to lift my hammer.” Thor said, smugly.

“Oh, we will see.” Tony challenged him.

One by one the gathered Avengers tried to lift Mjolnir but of course to no avail.

“Come on Y/N. Now you have to try too.” they tried to convince you.

“No, thanks. Why should I be able to if you can’t? I’d rather not get disappointed.” you sipped on your drink.

“Oh, boohoo. What a party pooper.” Nat yelled at you.

“Okay fine.” you got up from your seat on the couch, swaying a little as you went. Taking off your sweater you gripped the handle with both hands and pulled. You didn’t expect it to move but somehow it did.

Astonished, you stood in front of your friends wielding Thor’s hammer. Everyone’s jaws dropped to the ground.

“That is impossible.” Thor mumbled.

Creeped out by all of this and hoping, if you put it down nothing had ever happened, you let the weapon fall back onto the glass table, which made the fragile material burst.

“Oh, shit! I’m sorry.” you jumped backwards in surprised shock.

And then the questions came rushing out of everyone.

“How is that possible?” “Why you?” “Is it heavy?” “Do you feel different?” yadda yadda yadda.

Completely overwhelmed by all of that you just turned around and ran to your room. Hoping they would leave you alone and drop the topic.

“You fell forward onto your bed and buried your face in the cushions. You needed time to think. The questions the others had asked you were on your mind as well and you tried your best to answer them but that seemed pointless.

Sometime later you heard a knock on your door but you didn’t want to see anyone so you stayed silent, hoping they would go away.

“Y/N. I know you are in there. Please open. I need to have a talk with you.” So it was Thor. You still didn’t wanna see him.

“Friday, please open Y/N door. That would be very kind of you.” you heard your door lock click and rolled your eyes. Well, when he decided to be so rude you decided not to turn around.

You wriggled further into your sheets and didn’t notice your shirt had ridden up on your back. When Thor stepped closer he did notice.

“Y/N, what is this?” he asked but you couldn’t see because he was behind you so you turned to face him. “What is what?” you asked back, confused.

“The birthmark on your back.”

“Oh, that. Well, it’s a birthmark. Nothing more nothing less. Why are you behaving so strangely?” Now he scared you a bit.

“What is it Thor? Tell me.” you demanded.

Instead of talking he started to take off his dress shirt.

“Ehm, Thor what are you doing?” you wanted to know hesitantly.

When it was off you shortly admired his devine physique before he turned his back to you and you gasped. On his back right in the middle over his butt was the same birthmark you had located.

“How is that possible?” you gasped.

“I don’t know but I have a feeling who does. You have to come with me to Asgard. You need to meet my mother.” he stated.

“Ehm, okay. Can I put on some other clothes before though?”

“Of course. I will wait outside.”

You put on some jeans and a sweater because you didn’t know what weather to expect. You laced your shoes and grabbed your purse before heading out onto the hallway.

Waiting there for you were Thor and Loki, to your surprise.

“Eh, hi. Are you coming with us?”

“Of course. I want to know what this is all about.” Loki answered.

You had never used the bifrost before so you were excited and scared at once.

Thor raised Mjolnir and the bifrost opened, swallowing you all, while you clung to the blonde's side.

You arrived by falling out of some kind of portal. Heimdall was already waiting.

“The King and Queen are awaiting your presence in the throne room.” he said monotonously in that booming voice of his.

“Hold on tight.” Thor ordered you and you did just that before he flew you both to the castle. Leaving Loki behind to get there by foot.

“Mother! Father!” Thor greeted his parents when walking into the impressive throne room. You cowered behind him.

“I need you to meet someone and maybe you can shine light on the situation.” he continued.

“Son, it is good to have you back in Asgard. You have spent way too much time on Midgard recently. I missed you dearly. And where is your brother Loki?” Frigga asked.

“I’m here, mother. I cannot fly as you probably remember.” he remarked from the doorway.

“There you are. Very good. So what is this all about?”

“Well, this is Y/N. She is a friend from Midgard.” he explained then he turned to you. “Y/N, would you show our mother your birthmark?”

“Yes, okay.” you turned around and pulled your sweater up. A gasp went through the big hall and then silence followed. It was deafening.

You felt very exposed so you pulled the shirt back down and turned around again to face the King and Queen of Asgard.

No one was speaking. Everyone seemed lost in thought. But you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Okay, can someone please tell me what the bloody hell is going on here?” you screamed, regretting it almost instantly because you remembered who you were standing in front of.

“I’m sorry, just this silence is killing me. Why does Thor have the same mark as me? What does all of this mean?” you apologized.

Frigga got up from her throne and cae down to you. “Oh, my child. I will explain everything to you. Let’s take a walk through the gardens shall we?” how could you have said no to that proposal?

Outside she took your arm and hooked it into hers. You felt instantly comfortable with her.

“So this is a long story but you deserve to hear it.” she began. “Thor is not an only child. You know that Loki was adopted?” you nodded. “Good. Well Thor was actually a twin. And you are his sister.” That was a shock. Like how the hell..? You gawked at her.

“his sister was taken from Asgard when she was only 3 weeks old. We searched for her. Odin set heaven and earth in motion but we couldn't find her.. well you. But we never forgot you.'' She pulled an amulet out of her dress and opened it. Inside was a painting of a little baby. “That’s me?” you asked.

“Yes. I have never taken it off. Not in over 1000 years.” she had tears in her eyes.

“Wait, but how come I have been alive for that long but cannot remember it? I was adopted when I was approximately 6 weeks old and lived with that family until they died in a car crash 6 years ago.” you explained.

“You memories must have been altered by someone very powerful. Unfortunately I have no idea who could have done that and we will probably never know.” for her the situation was finished so you let it rest for now.

“So to sum this up: I am the long lost princess of Asgard? Thor’s twin sister? I have actually lived for over 1000 years? That’s what you want to tell me?”

“That is exactly true. But we will have time to answer all your questions later. Let’s get back inside and plan a feast in your honor.” she suggested, cheerfully.

“A feast? Like a party?” your eyes lit up. “Can I invite my friends from earth? I’m sure they would love to see Asgard.”

“Of course my dear. Anything for you.”

3 days later the festivities were planned, everything was decorated, guests were slowly arriving and the food was smelling delicious.

You were absolutely ready to meet everyone. Clad in finest Asgardian clothes and makeup done to perfection.

“You look marvelous my dear sister.” Thor complimented when you walked down the hallway.

“Thank you, brother. Man, it’s still crazy to say that out loud.” you smiled and took the arm he offered. You two entered the great hall together. All eyes were on you. The long lost princess of Asgard. Everyone wanted to take a look at you.

“They are all staring at me.” you whispered to Thor. “Of course they are. It’s pure admiration. They will love you no matter what.” he whispered back.

You breathed in deeply and smiled in the crowd.

Still nervous as hell you suddenly spotted Steve and Bucky at the bar.

“I’ll be back.” you murmured to Thor over the noise of the music and loosened your arm from his.

“Hey, guys. Thank you for coming. You look very nice.” you smiled at them.

“Thank you for inviting us, doll. It is overwhelming to finally see Asgard first hand. And you look amazing.” Bucky complimented you and kissed you on the cheek.

“I can only agree with Buck. The dress suits you very well. Would you like to dance?” Steve added.

“I would love to dance.” you took the invitation.

He led you to the dance floor, put his left hand on your hip and his right in your left. Your right hand found his shoulder. The music started anew and he began twirling you around. If you admired something, especially in Steve Rogers, was it his talent on the dance floor. You felt like you were floating. He had observed the Asgardians for a while and was now confident enough to follow the steps of their dances.

“You know Bucky likes you? Like really likes you?” he came directly to the point.

“Ehm, I don’t know. Does he? I mean he’s been flirty with me, sure. But other than that.. he never asked me out or anything.” you responded.

“Would you want to go out with him?”

“Yes. Of course. He’s great and I could really imagine something with him. But why are you talking with me about this?”

“Well, I think he is too scared of rejection to ask you out so you might have to ask him,” he clarified.

“Okay. Thanks for telling me, Steve. You’re a really good friend.” you smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. When the song ended you bowed in front of Steve just like you had seen the other women do.

You decided to immediately go through with your plan and strolled over to Bucky.

But before you could reach him Frigga called for you.

“Sweetheart? Could you come over here for a second? I would like to introduce you to someone.” You sighed and walked over to her.

“Ah there you are my dear. Y/N this is my sister.”

“It’s an honor to meet you.” you responded as politely as you could.

“The pleasure is mine.” she bowed “I’m very sure you would like to be somewhere else right now.” she winked at you and you smiled shyly.

“Let the girl mingle Frigga. She is so new to all of this.” She talked to her sister.

“Oh sure. Off you go my dear Y/N. I will see you later.”

“Thank you, mother.” you nodded in thanks and turned back to go to Bucky.

Just when you were about to reach him Odin called everyone's attention.

“Good evening, everyone. We have gathered here tonight to officially welcome my daughter into her rightful home. Y/N come up here.” he demanded and of course you complied.

“She has finally come home so raise your glasses to the rightful princess of Asgard.”

Everyone toasted to you which made you blush profusely. You hated the attention. So many eyes on you. Hoping it would be quickly over you raised a glass which a nearby waiter had handed you.

The crowd seemed to expect a speech from you so you reluctantly opened your mouth to speak.

“Yes. Thank you father and I thank all of you for coming. The last few days have overwhelmed me greatly. A week ago I was an orphan on earth and now I am an Asgardian princess. I am so grateful for everyone who has supported me through every up and down in my life. And now I hope that you all have a wonderful night. Eat, drink and dance. Have fun. Cheers!” you raised your glass again and the people did the same. Then, fortunately for you, the attention shifted back to what they had been doing before.

You left the stage and pushed through the crowd in the direction you had last seen the brunette super soldier.

But he was not where you expected him to be.

“Na, have you seen Bucky?” you asked the redhead.

“I think he went outside for a walk, said it was getting too crowded in here.” she answered and kept dancing with whomever she could find.

The thanks you ushered her went unnoticed and you hushed past her.

The garden behind the palace was huge and like a labyrinth. You hiked up your dress and ran through the flower beets and bushes until you spotted him, sitting on the bench which had also become your favorite.

“There you are hiding.” startled he almost fell off the bench. “Oh my,” he grabbed his heart to mock a heart attack.

“I thought you had super soldier hearing.” you mocked him.

“Well, yes. But not when I am in thought.”

“What were you so lost in that you didn’t hear me from a mile away?”

“Ehm, I was thinking about you, actually.” he blushed. You had never seen Bucky Barnes blush before.

“Really. Only good things I hope.” you winked at him. “Can I sit?”

he motioned for you to take your place next to him.

“Bucky? I have thought a lot about you recently, too. Do you wanna go on a date with me when we are back on earth?” it just bubbled out of you.

“You are coming back to earth? I thought you were gonna stay here? This being your new home and all.” he looked down to his feet.

“Oh hell no. I mean it’s nice here and all and I would love to visit once in a while but earth and New York is my home. I will never feel fully settled here in Asgard. Plus you are in New York and that is all the home I need.” you leaned over and snuggled into his side. He put his left arm around you and you had never felt so safe before.

“Then back to your question: of course I am taking you on a date back on earth or any other planet you wanna go from here. I will follow you to the ends of the universe.” you felt extremely loved in that moment.

So you leaned up and kissed him on his full lips.

6 months later and you had found a rhythm together as the perfect couple. You were still as much in love as you had been the day back on Asgard.

But that was about to change.

“Y/N. Mother wishes to talk to you. Now.” Thor emphasized.

“Now? I am busy. If she wants something from me she can come down here.” you talked back.

“Oh, trust me sister, you don’t want that. You better do as she wants or there will be consequences.” he looked actually scared.

“Fine! Let's go!” you groaned.

“Mother. What is so important that you needed to see me so urgently?” you asked while strolling into the throne room.

“My dear Y/N. Come closer and sit.” she ordered.

You sat on a chair in front of her and she immediately got to the point.

“Your father and I have found a suitable husband for you. This union will bless Asgard with a strong ally.” She looked pleased with herself.

“Excuse me? What? A husband? I am old enough to find one for myself and I am sure I already have.” you retorted.

“There is no discussion princess. This is not a question of whether you want this or not. It is already settled. Your father is in Vanaheim right now securing the deal. Next summer you will marry the eldest prince.”

“UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES AM I MARRYING SOMEONE I DON’T KNOW OR DON’T CARE ABOUT!!!!! FORGET IT!!! BASTA! I’m leaving now before I do something I will regret.” you yelled at her and stormed off. Through the bifrost and back home.

When you stormed through your and Bucky’s shared apartment doors he knew that something was up.

“Y/N, doll, what’s wrong?” he asked and put a hand reassuringly on your shoulder.

“They want to marry me off to some prince!! Like I am some piece of meat!! Who do they think they are??” you were still so angry.

“They what?? They can’t do that. Did you tell him you had a boyfriend on earth?”

“Duh, of course I did. They don’t care! I feel like I am living in the middle ages right now!”

“This is fucked up! And if we get married right now?”

“Was that a proposal, Sergeant Barnes?”

“Ehm, maybe? Depends on your answer.”

“Of course I would marry you right on the spot but I think that an earth marriage doesn’t count in Asgard.” you said disappointed.

After some minutes in silence he broke it by asking “Then I only see one way out of this. What is a thing that a man can rarely accept when marrying a woman?”

“I don’t know. Do enlighten me.”

“Well, when she is pregnant by someone else.”

Your jaw dropped to the ground. But then you thought it over and you had wanted a family with Bucky anyways so why not now?

“That sounds actually reasonable. You wanna start trying right now?” you winked at him seductively and started opening the buttons on his shirt.

“Who am I to say no to that?” he lunged over and kissed you desperately.

It didn’t take long for you to be rolling naked on the bed. Never breaking the kiss he groped for your breasts because he knew how much that got you running. One hand warm, one cold. The contrast was exhilarating when they wandered down your naked body, over your hips and to your pussy. Spreading your lower lips. “Fuck I know how you I get you wet, don’t I?” he asked rhetorically. You just moaned and spread your legs wider for him.

“Good girl. I would love to eat you out until you can’t take it anymore.” you shuddered at his confession because you knew how good he was with his tongue. “But we have a goal here and I want to keep you as full as possible for as long as possible. You want that, baby? Me keeping you full of cum for days?” his dirty talk turned you on to no end.

“Hmm, fuck yes.” he took that as a go and plunged his dick inside your tight channel.

His movements were slow but precise. He knew how to hit your special spots and make you see stars.

Higher and higher you flew, throwing your head back in pleasure and moaning his name. “Fuck Bucky, harder!” you begged him and he complied. His hip bones left marks on yours and the bed creaked dangerously.

A few thrusts later and you were coming hard, spasming around his throbbing length. “Fuck baby squeezing me so tight. Gonna come!” he groaned, pushed really deep and let go. You shuddered when you felt his release coat your walls for the first time. You had only done it with a condom before so this was new but not bad at all.

“Shit. I thought our sex had been good before but now… wow amazing. I won’t let you out of this bed until you are pregnant. That is for sure.” he laughed.

Well 2 months later and you had succeeded. You were pregnant. No one knew yet but you were about to tell Thor so he could tell your parents.

“Thor, wait up. Could you bring Mother and Father a message from me?”

“Why don’t you come with me and tell them yourself?” he asked.

“Because I don’t know what travelling through the bifrost will do to my baby.” you let out.

“Your baby?” his eyes went wide. “You are pregnant?” he smiled. “I’m gonna be an uncle?” he hugged you tightly and then he realized what that meant. “Oh, Mother and Father won’t be pleased to hear that. You won’t be able to marry the prince now.”

“That was the intention behind it.” you smirked.

“Oh, makes sense. I understand. And although I really don’t want to be the one to bring the news I will because I love you, sister. I’ll be on my way then.”

“Thank you Thor. I love you too.” You stepped back and he summoned the bifrost.

For 4 days you didn’t hear anything from them. Nor did you see Thor. You were seriously scared that they had murdered the messenger.

Then something incredible happened. Your Mother suddenly stood in front of you.

“Hello, my dear.” She greeted you.

“Hello, Mother. You have come down to earth.

“Of course. I want to meet that man of yours. If he is important enough for you to neglect your duties as princess of Asgard, he must be otherworldly.”

“Ehm, okay. Sure. He is the love of my life and I wouldn’t exchange him for the world. Follow me. I will try to find him.” you walked into the compound.

“Friday. Where is Bucky right now?” you asked the AI.

“He is in the garden by the trees.” she informed you.

“Thank you, Friday.”

“What was that? Is that magic?” Frigga asked.

You laughed “No, not magic. Just technology.” You walked out into the garden and toward the treeline.

“Bucky? My mother is here to meet you.” you yelled. It sounded like happy information but it was more of a warning. If he wasn’t ready he could vanish or hide.

But he came around a tree. “Hello love. Oh, your majesty. Nice to meet you.” he bowed down.

“Oh no need for that formality. I am just here to see who stole my daughter's heart. And I can already see why you hold hers.``Then she turned to you “He’s a handsome one, isn’t he? I like him. He suits you.”

She addressed both of you again: “I honestly hope you two will be happy together for the rest of your lifes. Your father and I have talked and we give you our blessing. It was rude of us to assume that we were allowed to intervene in the life of a daughter we have not raised in our beliefs and spirit. We love you too much to lose you again so soon after a stupid argument. We will find a way to come to terms with Vanaheim differently.” she opened her arms and you hugged her closely.

“Thank you mother. You don’t know how much that means to me… to us.” you almost cried in relief.

“But we do have one condition.” your stomach dropped in fear.

“When the little prince or princess is born you come and visit us regularly.”

A weight was lifted off your shoulders and you agreed to her terms.

You were so relieved that everything went this way and you didn’t have to force your way out of this. In the end everything went the way you had hoped it would.

[multiplefandomfics]

Soulmates

A/N: Hi guys, me again. I hope you enjoy this one. I got my inspiration from a trend I saw on TikTok. Although I mostly feel too old to even be on TikTok but anyways, enjoy.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader Warnings: angst, fluff, cheating (kinda), smut, praise kink, oral (M/F receiving) Words: 2557

“Y/N, do you remember the new Colleague I got at work? Guess what, I first met him in the kitchen on my way to get a big mug of coffee because I hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, anyways when our eyes met I almost dropped my favorite mug. Thank god it was empty. The reason I was so shocked was because I could see that he was wearing a green shirt. Sweetheart, do you know what that means? I found my soulmate.” your best friend rambled. You were happy for her. Truly. But also majorly jealous.

You were 28 and still hadn’t found him yet. Your chances were getting slimmer everyday and you hated the black and grey colors around you so much.

As a kid you were able to see color but that was lost when you reached your 10th year. Everything seemed so dull.

Well, your only ways out of the monotonousness of your life seemed to be comic con. So that’s where you went the weekend after that discouraging conversation with your friend. She had been the last of your friends to not have found her one true match and now that she had you felt really alone.

A bit of a distraction was definitely a good idea.

You had taken a week of vacation time at work to really enjoy the weekend and combine it with a little sightseeing in New York.

With your packed bags you drove to the big apple and checked into your hotel room.

The next morning was hectic. Early breakfast although you were really nervous you managed to get some food down.

You had tried to look your absolute best that day because you had paid a lot for those photo ops.

You couldn’t believe you were going to meet your favorite actors and actresses. But on top of the list was of course your all time favorite celebrity crush Sebastian Stan. You had paid so much money for a photo with him that it was almost embarrassing.

His shoot was the last of the day so your nerves were through the roof. Anticipation rushing through you, you stood patiently in line as one of the last people.

The line got smaller and smaller and your heartbeat quickened as you could finally see him standing there. He was handsome as always and you swooned when he laughed at something someone in front of you said.

Then it was your turn. He said goodbye to the person that had been in line before you and when he turned to you everything went impossibly fast. His blue eyes met yours and that’s when you noticed you were able to see that he had blue eyes. The smile vanished from his face and his expression turned into one of shock and disbelief.

“Hi.” you said silently. In that moment only you two existed until one of the stewards pushed you forward to get your photo taken.

“Ehm, do you have a pose in mind?” he asked, trying to act over the fact that you two had just found a soulmate in each other.

“Eh, no, not really. Surprise me?” you asked insecurely.

The next move you could have never expected. He swooped you up in his arms bridal style and held you up to the camera. Then the lighting snapped and he let you down. But before he sent you on your way he whispered in your ear “wait next to the booth please. I’ll send someone to get you. We need to talk.” you just nodded, took your picture and left the booth.

When you stood outside you suddenly felt very small and very lost. Had this really just happened? Had you matched with none other than Sebastian Stan? You pinched yourself in the arm to see if this was actually real or if you were still sleeping in your bed. Nope, it did hurt.

You didn’t have to wait long until a burly man came toward you “You the girl he wanted to see?” he asked with a really deep voice.

“Ehm, yeah. I guess.” you were still a bit dumb founded.

He motioned for you to follow him and you did. Back in the booth, nervously pacing was Sebastian Stan.

“Hey.” he greeted you.

“Hi. I’m Y/N.” you introduced yourself.

“It’s so damn nice to finally meet you. I’ve waited so long.” he suddenly stepped closer and hugged you. A little taken aback but still out of reflex you closed your arms around his torso.

“I have to be honest here,” you began “this is by far the strangest thing that has ever happened to me. I’ve had a crush on you forever and until 20 minutes ago I thought that this was the closest I would ever get to you. And now I am your soulmate and you are mine? For a second I thought there is a camera hidden somewhere and this is a prank. Until I realized that that is impossible. By the way, I love your eye color. It’s so beautiful.” you marveled.

“I can’t believe it either and thanks for the compliment yours are just as beautiful. Maybe we should go somewhere more calm and less crowded? A restaurant maybe?” he asked.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Don’t you have a girlfriend? Do you want the press to take pictures of us and her then seeing them?” you answered.

“Shoot! Yes of course I didn’t really think about her. But I guess she doesn’t deserve to find out like this. I should call her first and break up with her.” he already fumbled for his phone but you stopped him “are you mad? You don’t break up with someone over the phone. At least have enough decency to meet her in person. Plus we don’t know if we actually click. Maybe we should get to know each other first and then you can decide if she is maybe the better choice.” you suggested.

“What do you mean “we don’t know if we click”? we are soulmates. Of course we do.” he almost seemed mad.

“Still. Tell her when you see her the next time. I don’t want bad blood.”

“Okay, maybe you are right. Is there someone special in your life right now?” he asked interested.

“No, not really. I mean I haven’t dated in a while. Just never got the time or the right mindset, you know?” you explained.

“So as much as I like these photo sheds, can we please get out of here? If we can’t go anywhere in public, maybe my hotel? Order some food and talk?” he suggested.

“Ehm. yes okay.” you agreed.

Separately you made your way to his hotel but took the elevator seemingly randomly together. It had been a good plan because paparazzi had already been waiting in the lobby for him.

He let you in his room. It was a bit more spacious than yours.

You took off your coat and sat down on his bed while he shuffled around, ordered room service, enough to feed a small army, and handed you a drink.

Then he finally took his place next to you.

“So,Y/N tell me something about you.” he wanted to know.

“Well, I have a boring office job and am happy to get these events as compensation. I am 28 years old and am an only child. My parents are still married although I sometimes ask myself why.” you smiled. “Now what about you? I mean I do know a lot about you already but I’m sure there is a side to you which you don’t show to just anyone.”

“True. I’m a very open book to the public already but a few things are secret. You will learn them eventually. You probably know that I was born in Romania and moved to the states when I was a teen.” he told you.

“Yes I know that. By the way, will you teach me the Romanian language? I always wanted to know another language.” you begged.

“Yes sure. I can teach you some things if you want.” he smiled, happy that you were interested in his home country.

“Will you show me Romania too?” you inquired.

“Of course. We can travel all over Europe.” you were already falling in love with him.

You talked for hours then you ate all the delicious food in front of a movie. You felt so comfortable around him that you subconsciously cuddled up to him.

At some point sleep took you and you snored softly on his shoulder.

You startled awake when your phone rang with the typical sound to we didn’t start the fire in the Marvel edition.

At first you were confused about where your phone was but then you had located it and took the call.

“Yeah, hello?” you mumbled sleepily.

“Y/N? sweetheart. How are you? And what are you doing tomorrow? Maybe we can meet up.” came the cheery voice of your mother through the speakers.

“Mom? I’m in New York. Did you forget that I was at comic con?” you asked her.

“Oh, yes - of course you mentioned something like that now that I think about it. Alright another time then.” and then she hung up. You groaned. Now you were awake and could definitely not sleep again.

“You okay?” asked a voice from your right suddenly. Startled, you turned over and saw Sebastian. You had completely forgotten that you were in his hotel room.

“Oh, gosh, you scared me.” your heartbeat had quickened.

“I’m sorry that was not my intention. Your mom is annoying you?” he asked.

“Sometimes. She always wants to meet, which is sweet sometimes but other times just plain annoying. Especially when she never remembers when I have an appointment or am on vacation. It seems to always be about her.” you comment.

“Got it. I know exactly what you mean. My mom used to be exactly like that. Just that bit controlling that it was so annoying.” you kept talking for a few more hours without noticing how time flew by.

“You know that you have a huge fan base all over the world?” you asked him.

“Maybe. I don’t know.” he answered, humbled.

“I mean, have you ever looked up fanfiction about yourself?”

“There is something like that about me?” he frowned, unbelieving.

“Of course and I gotta know. I’m writing that stuff myself.” you smiled at him.

“Really? Can I read?”

“I don’t think you want to… It’s pretty… naughty.” you admitted.

“Really? Now I really wanna read it. Show me please.” he begged.

“I don’t know.” you hesitated but he gave you his best puppy dog eyes and you caved.

“Alright.” you opened your favorite piece about him on your Tumblr app and handed it to him.

Watching closely for any reaction you stared at him while he read.

You easily detected the moment he reached the dirty part. His breathing hitched, his pupils dilated and he gripped the phone tight enough that his knuckles shone white.

“Fuck Y/N! This is pure filth. So hot. Your imagination is - woah.” he laughed nervously and moved left to right in his seating position.

“Can I read more?” his voice was gruff with arousal.

“Of course.” you opened another one for him.

He read all of the ones you had written where he was involved.

“Shit, doll you have a fucking dirty mind. Got me so turned on.” he admitted.

“Have I? Want me to do something about it?” you scooted closer in the most seductive way you could muster.

“Fuck! You sure?” he groaned.

“Hmm.” you consented. Pulling away the covers and opening his pants you held eye contact with him.

“Shit! so innocent baby.” he moaned. And then you finally got his cock free. He was fairly big and that vein on the underside made your mouth water.

You started by kitten licking his tip and pushing your tongue into the slit which made him moan. You took pride in the noises he made.

Then you took to deepthroating him until you gagged. The rest that wouldn’t fit in your mouth you stroked with your hands. He bucked up his hips erratically before he came down your throat. You swallowed every last drop and then smiled at him dopily. He stroked your hair lovingly. “That was great. Let me return the favor?” he asked, winking at you.

“I wouldn’t object.” you said. He rolled you over and started to undress you.

Spreading your legs he smirked “So beautiful.” he said to your pussy. And then he dove right in. The first touch of his tongue on your slit was electrifying. You arched your back and moaned his name.

“Hmm, so sweet.” he mumbled while flicking your clit. “Oh, shit. Feels so good - don’t stop.” you moaned loudly without a care in the world if the neighbours heard.

He inserted two fingers at once and stroked in a come hither motion against the roof of your channel. Hitting your g-spot over and over. You felt yourself falling over the edge embarrassingly quickly. “I’m coming, Seb, right there.” “Come for me, prinţesă.” him calling you that nickname brought you crashing down.

While you breathed heavily he propped himself up on an elbow to your right smiling down at you.

“Wow, you are so good with your mouth.” you commented.

“Dito.” he replied.

He leaned down and finally captured your lips in a bruising kiss. You had never been kissed so sinfully good. When you looked hiim over after you broke apart you noticed that he was already hard again. “Wanna do something about that?” you smirked and nodded toward his crotch.

“What did you have in mind prinţesă?”

Instead of answering you climbed on top of him and before he could say a word you had already gripped his length and sunk down on him. The first penetration hurt a little because he was stretching your tight channel so much.

“Damn, baby so tight.” he groaned, head thrown back in pleasure.

You started to rock your hips sinfully so his cock graced against all the right spots.

“Such a good girl for me. So warm and wet, hmmm.” he moaned and his praise made you clench tightly around him. “Fuck, do that again.” he begged and you did.

His hands cupped your breasts and he pinched your nipples almost to the point of pain. You came only seconds later with a cry of his name. That in turn brought him to his end and he unloaded inside you. You felt him painting your walls.

You rolled off him and both tried to catch your breath again.

“You really gotta break up with your girlfriend before anyone finds out about this. I can’t be the girl you cheated with.” you mumbled.

“Don’t worry. It’s already over for me. You are the one for me. I just know it.” He smiled at you and kissed you passionately.

That made you incredibly happy.

And that is how the story went of how you went from not believing you would ever find your soulmate, to finding him all in one weekend.

[multiplefandomfics]

Everything happens for a reason

Pairing: Bucky x reader (Former Steve x reader)

Warnings: cheating, angst, pregnancy, semi-public sex, Steve’s an ass in this one,

Words: 5213

A/N: Well this escalated quickly! When you have too much time at work stuff like this happens :D!

I have no idea how they do a c-section or any medical terms of that field other than the stuff I’ve seen on Grey’s Anatomy so forgive me when the birth is wrongly described.

“Babe? You home?” you called out to your fiance excited to tell him the news. No response, so you ventured further into the dark hallway.

You could see light coming from under the bedroom door. Thinking nothing of it because it was already relatively late, you walked to the room and opened the door.

You had not expected the sight before you though. You’re husband to be in the throes of passion with not one but two women.

Shocked, you slammed the door shut again which caused the threesome to startle.

“Honey? Why are you home already? I thought you were gonna go for a drink with your friends.” he called out to you while ripping the door open again…..

“That’s your excuse to cheat on me? That I was not going to see it? WHAT THE FUCK STEVE! We wanted to get married!” you screamed at him and then threw the engagement ring towards his head.

You stormed past him into the bedroom, grabbed some clothes and necessities from your closet and stuffed them into a suitcase. He tried to reason with you, that he wanted to feel free one last time and could pass up the opportunity of a threesome. Like that was actually an excuse.

Everything he said was ignored and so 5 minutes later you sat in your car and that was when the dam broke. You wanted to cry and yell at the same time. How could you have been so stupid as to think someone as honorable and good looking as Steve Rogers was not gonna follow the temptation of so many willing women at some point? You wiped your tears away and contemplated where you could be going for the night.

After thinking for a while you had figured out that most of your friends were also Steve’s you didn’t know if they were going to take his side or yours.

Natasha was not the right idea, she would probably break into his house and kill him in his sleep if she found out he cheated on you like that. And maybe you were in the right mindset to let her do it right now. Wanda and Vision were out of town and Tony would only tell you “I told you so”. That left only one other person in the world you liked enough to see right now. Bucky Barnes. So without further notice you drove to his apartment complex and rang his doorbell at 1am with a packed suitcase in your hand.

“Yes.” you heard a groggy voice through the speakers at the entrance.

“Ehm, hi Bucky. It’s Y/N. Something happened, can I come up?” you were already close to tears again. He must have noticed so he was immediately wide awake and buzzed the door open.

You took the elevator up to the 4th floor and he was already standing in the doorway to his flat only in boxer shorts and a t-shirt.

“Hey, doll. What happened? You look worse for wear.” he looked concerned and let you inside.

“I feel awful for disturbing you in the middle of the night. But I didn’t know where else to go.” you fell into his embrace after he had opened his arms.

“It’s okay darling. Now tell me what happened please.” he inquired.

“Of course. Where do I start?” you frantically searched for words.

“Best if you start at the beginning.” he smiled encouragingly.

“Yes, sure. So tonight I wanted to go for a drink with a few girls from work but didn’t feel alright after work so I rainchecked last minute and went home. But when I stepped into our bedroom, oh Bucky it was terrible, Steve wasn’t alone. There were two naked girls in bed with him.” you had fat tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Impossible. Steve is not a cheater. You sure you saw that right?” The doubt in his voice made you angry.

“I know what I saw Buck!” you got defensive.

“Okay, I believe you. It’s just that I never saw Steve disrespecting someone like that. I’m so sorry for you doll.” he looked genuinely affected by the whole situation and he could understand how Steve could hurt you like this.

“But that’s not the worst part yet… The reason I didn’t feel great and didn’t go out with my friends is… I’m pregnant Bucky and Steve doesn’t know.” you looked downwards.

“Fuck! That is getting more and more complicated. But congratulations doll. You will be a great mom.” he hugged you close. “How about I’ll make you a cup of tea and then you try to sleep a bit.” he suggested.

“Alright. Thank you Bucky. You are my best friend.” he smiled sadly at that statement. He wished you were more than just friends. Maybe now he would have a chance somehow.

Before he could get up though his phone rang.

“It’s him Y/N. You want me to ignore him?”

“No, then he knows I’m here for sure. Tell him you haven’t seen me.”

“Okay, will do.”

“Steve? Do you know how late it is?” Bucky asked with his best impression of a just out of bed voice.

“I’m sorry pal but I need to find Y/N. I did something stupid and she left. Do you know where she is?” you could hear Steve through Bucky’s much too loud phone.

“I’m sorry Steve. I haven’t heard from her. You just woke me up.” he lied.

“Damn! I need to make this up to her. I’m so sorry. If she comes to you, could you tell her I need to speak with her, please? I love her too much to lose her.” you swallowed more tears threatening to escape.

“Sure, buddy. You wanna tell me what happened?” Bucky feigned cluelessness.

“Maybe later Buck. I have to call the rest of our friends.”

“Alright, but don’t do anything stupid.” Bucky said and Steve hung up.

“You heard him, didn’t you?” he asked you.

“Hmm.” you confirmed.

After you had drank your tea he left you the bed and slept on the couch. When you snuggled into the covers they smelled so delicously like Bucky. A mix of soap, coffee and something uniquely Bucky. For one split moment you had thought about asking him to sleep next to you but that would have probably sent mixed signals and you didn’t know what you wanted at the moment.

You woke up feeling cold. Shivering slightly you opened your eyes and noticed that the blanket had fallen off your body onto the floor. Sitting up you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and the realization of what had happened struck you a moment later.

“Chin up! You are a queen! Don’t let that idiot make you cry again. He’s not worth it!” you told yourself and got up to get some food.

“Good morning, Bucky.” you greeted him while he was standing at the stove making scrambled eggs and bacon.

“Good morning to you too. How did you sleep? And do you want some breakfast?” he asked cheerily.

“I slept like a baby and hell yes I’m so hungry.” confirming his suspicions.

Bucky and you ate together in comfortable silence. Until he spoke up: “So Y/N you know you can stay here however long you like and I don’t mind kicking Stevies ass for what he’s done to you but you should at least tell him that you are with me. I can’t lie to him forever.” he really had a point.

“I know. Thanks again for taking in a stray in the middle of the night. And I know I will have to talk to him eventually. He hurt me so bad but I’m more afraid I will give in again when I see his puppy dog eyes although I can’t trust him anymore.” you looked so lost. Bucky wanted to wrap you up in a blanket and never let you go again.

That week you called in sick. You couldn’t stand the people at work.

And when you came back on monday, guess who was standing outside our office building with a exagerrated flower buquet.

“I’m sorry babe. I shouldn’t have done that to you. You are the best thing that has happened to me. Please don’t leave me.” he begged. You had to admit seeing Captain America beg was a sight for sore eyes.

“Hello Steve. You are correct you shouldn’t have cheated on me and I am deeply disappointed in you. Thank you for apologizing but I won’t come back to you. You have broken my trust and I can’t just give it back to you. I will be over in the next few weeks to get the rest of my stuff out of your apartment and leave my keys. Now I have to go work. Bye Steve. Oh, by the way, you will have to call all our friends and family that the wedding is off. I’m not doing that.” and with those words you turned away from him and clapped yourself menatlly on the shoulder at how confident and sovereign you had handelt that situation.

If you had thought the deal was over there you had definitely celebrated to early.

Of course Steve found out you had been staying with Bucky all along and was mad as hell.

He suddeny stood inside the apartment, however he got in there, and started throwing insults at Bucky and especially you.

“Here you are you little slut! Have already replaced me, hm. How long has this been going on? You preach something of trust and here you are fucking my best friend behind my back! I should have known.” he raged.

“Calm down you idiot. There is nothing going on between Buck and me. He has just been a friend when I was hurt needed one.” you yelled back enraged at the accusations.

“Who do you wanna tell that, Y/N. Do you think I haven’t seen the way you two look at each other?” he was still so angry. You had nevern seen him this full of rage.

“So what it is none of your business anymore anyways.” you knew you couldn’t bring him to believe you anyway. He needed to find a different cause of why you wouldn’t come back to him than the simple reason that he had cheated. He wanted to blame you, not himself.

“Could you please leave now? I don’t feel so good.” you suddenly felt your lunch coming back up to greet you and ran to the bathroom.

The men heard you puking. One knowing the reason the other not.

“What’s going on with her? She sick?” Steve asked Bucky.

That was your clue to burst through the bathroom door.

“I’m pregnat you ass! You cheated on your pregnant fiance!” you yelled and stormed into Bucky’S bedroom, jamming the door shut behind you.

Steve looked aghast at Bucky “did you know?”

“She told me the night she came to me. She had wanted to tell you then. That’s why she didn’t go out with her collegues.”

“Fuck! I destroyed everything, haven’t I?” he asked Bucky in defeat.

“Give her time. She probably won’t want to marry you, maybe not even be your girlfriend again but maybe she will at least let you see your kid.” Bucky stated matter of factly.

“But I wan’t more Bucky. I want her.” he whined.

“Well, you had everything, pal. But you destroyed it. I better go talk to her. You should really leave her alone for a while.” he clapped Steve on the shoulder, maybe a bit harder than necessary and went after you.

“Y/N? He’s gone.” Bucky carefully stuck his head into the room. You were lying on the bed, on your back staring at the ceiling.

“Good.” you muttered. “I couldn’t stand him anymore. I’m afraid Bucky.” you confessed. “I can’t raise a baby on my own and I don’t know if I want Steve involved.”

“I can understand your worry but I don’t see any reason. You are so caring and selfless you will be a great mom. And if you let me I can help you. Kids seem to like me apparently.” he encouraged you and smiled.

“Thank you, Buck. I definitely will need your help. I am going to be a single mom and that’s completely okay.” you smiled at him.

“That’s what I wanna hear. Now, you hungry after everything just came out?”

“Yes. I’d like Pizza please.”

“Alright, princess I will order some.” he stroked your cheek and got up to get the delivery running.

“So he actually cheated on you? I would have never expected that from Steve. He always seems like a gentleman. Unbelievable.” Wanda exclaimed.

“Yeah. Absolutely insane. But congrats on the pregnancy though. You will be a rockin’ mama.” Nat hugged you. “And we will help you with whatever you need.”

“Thanks, girls. You are amazing. You know I want you to be godmothers, right?” you asked.

“Hell yes. We’re in.” Nat squealed and you never heard her squeal.

Weeks ticked by and you really searched for an affordable apartment somewhere close to your workplace. That was harder than you anticipated though.

After 3 months of moving in with Bucky you had still no place of your own and you constantly thought you were overstaying your welcome.

“How are you two doing today?” Bucky asked you as he came home.

“We are fine. Had a lot to eat and listened to some music. By the way my OB was able to find out what we are having. You wanna know?” over the past months Bucky had become more a father to the baby than Steve had been. Steve rarely called or wanted to now anything about you or his baby. Bucky seemed more than content to take up the role of its father.

“Hell yes I wanna know. Tell me!” he ordered exited.

“Alright, drumroll…. It’s a…. girl.” you announced.

“Oh, wow. Great. A mini you not a mini Steve.” he laughed and you had to laugh too.

“Buck?” you asked suddenly.

“Hm?”

“I want you to be in this girls life. As more than just her mommys friend. More as a rolemodel. A…” you stopped to think about your next words carfully. “More like a dad.” and out it was. Now you only had to wait for his reaction.

“You want me to be her father? Hmm. On the one hand I would love to. I feel so close to her already but on the other hand I don’t want to affront Steve. Even after everything he is my friend. Can we talk about what there is between us first? Maybe if we have that settled all will slip in place.” he suggested.

“Maybe you are right. What is there between us in your opinion?”

“Look Y/N, I have always felt a connection between us. Although I would have never acted on it because you were Steve’s girl, it hurt everytime I saw you with him. And when you got engaged I seriously considered moving abroad so I wouldn’t have to see you building a life with him. If I could imagine myself as the man by your and your daughters side? Of course. There is nowhere I’d rather be. And we are practically living together already anyway.” his confession only superficially shocked you. You knew there had always been feelings from your side too. That’s why it had been so easy to confide in him. He took your silence as hesitation and became insecure “I mean if you don’t feel that way I will accept that. I swear I can be just a frien….” he wasn’t able to say more because you had already stopped his rambling with a bruising kiss.

“So you do feel it!” he observed.

“Of course I do you dummy. You have always been there for me. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it was actually you who I should be with.” you apologized.

“The most important thing is that we have that figured out now.” he kissed you again and you melted into it.

“Yes, we do.” you smiled.

Another few months flew by and you had started to stay at home because you were constantly feeling dizzy or nauteous when you moved.

“Bucky come here. Now!” you yelled for your boyfriend one snowy december morning. Alarmed he stormed into the livingroon where you were parked in front of a movie with a cup of hot chocolate and a really big blanket over one of Bucky’s hoodies.

“What’s wrong? You okay?” panicked he jumped onto the couch next to you. “No nothing is wrong. Here- Give me your hand.” he gave you his right hand and you pressed it to the place on your belly were you had just felt her kick. When she did it again he almost jumped out of his skin. “Woah, what was that? Was that a kick?” he asked astonished.

“Of course Buck. What else was it supposed to be?” you laughed.

“She is strong. Damn so cool.”

“And she keeps kicking even more when she hears your voice. Maybe she likes it if you sang to her.” you smiled expectantly.

“Oh, no. No one wants to hear me sing. I have a terrible voice.” he refused.

“Steve told me differently. He said you were in church choir together as boys.” your smirked at him.

“He told you that.” he sighed.

“Oh, yes he did. So come on. Sing something for our daughter.”

“Our daughter?” he asked, you realized what you had said and blushed.

“I like the sound of that.” he grinned from ear to ear and that was the moment you were 100% sure that he was it for you.

“I love you so much.” he whispered and kissed first your protruding belly and then your mouth.

You were speechless. “I love you too Bucky.” you replied.

Your daughter grew everyday. Everytime you went to an ultrasound at your OB Bucky was by your side and although the doctor knew he wasn’t the babys biological dad she said that he was doing so much better than most fathers to be. He took so much pride in your baby girl that you almost burst with love for him.

After 9 months of carrying her it was finally time to let go. When the contractions started Bucky rushed you to a hospital and although he didn’t want to he called Steve. And Nat and Wanda of course.

The doctor and midwife did their exam of you and the baby quickly before figuring out that something was wrong.

“She is lying sideways. We can’t deliver her naturally. We need to get her by c-section or you will both die.” the OB made clear. You knew things like that could happen. You had mentally prepared for anything but now that it actually came to that you were more than afraid.

“Wo should stay with you? Only one person can.” the doctor informed you.

Steve, who had just entered the room and had heard everything of course assumed immediately that he was gonna be invited into the OR with you.

“I want Bucky to stay with me.” you whined. Steve got pretty angry and almost ripped the door off its hinges when he left. “Bucky I’m afraid.” you whispered to him. Uncaring of Steves abrupt departure.

“I will stay with you, doll. Through everything. You two will get through this.” he encouraged you.

“Thanks Buck. Let’s get this baby into the world.” you said.

“Good attitude.” the doctor approved.

They rushed you into the OR. Bucky never leaving you and holding your hand the whole time. During the procedure itself you were awake but you got a spinal anesthesia to numb everthing from your belly downwards.

“I will keep a pretty ugly scar Buck. Don’t you mind that?” you asked him a little drunk on meds.

“No sweetheart. I love you so much I don’t care about scars. You don’t care about mine either, do you? Scars are just proof of what you have gone through and survived. That’s what you always used to say. Isn’t it?” he quoted you.

“Yes maybe.”

“Plus it will always remind of our beautiful daughter. That’ll be worth it, don’t you think?” he asked.

“Yes, sure. I love you Buck.”

“I love you too and you are doing so great. Isn’t she doc?” he asked the OB.

“Oh, she’s doing great. Everything is perfect.” she answered but by the nervous facial expression she had on her face and the rushing nurses surrounding her Bucky knew that something was wrong.

Suddenly a baby cried. Relief flooded through Bucky. “Look there she is.” he pointed to your right and you rolled your head over and smiled. Then you passed out.

“Y/N? Y/N!!!” Bucky yelled. “What happened?” he asked the doc full of panic.

“She lost a lot of blood but we are giving her donations now. Go see your daughter and we will do everything we can to save her.” she explained to him. But Bucky would not be Bucky if he left your side.

They sewed you up and 3 hours later you awoke in a brightly lit room. Beeping machines by your head. You looked around, complketely confused until you saw the cutes thing you had ever laid eyes on. Your angel of a boyfriend was sitting next to your bed in an armchair, holding your baby daughter to his chest and singing softly to her.

You started weeping immediately. Still high on drugs and hormones.

“Baby what’s wrong? Are you in pain?” he asked worried.

“No, I am just so happy. You two really are a sight for sore eyes. I can’t contain the love in my heart.” you kept crying happy tears.

“Would you give me our baby?” you asked politely.

“Oh, of course honey.” he got up and placed the blanket wrapped burrito into your arms. When you saw her crystal blue eyes and slightly dirty blonde hair you had to hold back new tears.

“What should we call her?” Bucky asked you.

“I always loved Autumn as a girls name or maybe Freya. What do you like better?”

“I love them both. Double name? Or keep one for the next baby?” he suggested.

“You are already thinking about a second child?” you laughed. “Give me a bit of time to recover and then I would love to have another one with you.”

“Sure so Autumn or Freya?” he asked again.

“Let’s go with Freya. It’s such a unique name. And strong as hell. I think it suits her.” you chose.

“Great. I love it. And I love both of you.”

“Has anyone been in here yet?” you asked him.

“Not yet. I wanted you to see your daughter first before the others came barging in. Steve nearly broke down the door when I refused him to come inside. I handled him and security told him if he didn’t calm down he needed to leave and he wouldn’t be allowed back inside.” he broke down the events of the past few hours for you.

“That sounds so not like the Steve I know but seems like that is who he became. I think if you hand me a glass of water for my parched throat first you can let the others inside.” you instructed him.

After downing the entire bottle of liquid the whole party came trampling into the room. Steve pushed the rest rudely out of the way. But instead of asking how you were doing after losing so much blood he just grabbed your daughter out of your hands to look at her. It didn’t take 3 seconds before the infant was crying like crazy. Steve startled and immediately handed her back to you. “Why is she always crying? She’s definitely yours.” he commented. Bucky gotreally angry at that comment while you tried to calm your baby.

“I think you should go, pal. You are irritating her with your attitude.” Bucky suggested nicely.

“Who do you think you are? You are not her father. I am.” he turned beet red.

You finally had enough. Handing Freya over to Nat who took a step back, you sat up a little and faced Steve. “In the past 9 months Bucky has been more a father to her than you could ever be. He was there when I hung puking over the toilet bowl. He brought me the strangest snacks without asking twice about it. He always had the nicest words to say to me no matter how depressed I felt. And where the fucking hell were you that whole time?” you asked him angrily.

That made him stop still. “You left me!” he tried to defend himself weakly.

“GET OUT!” you yelled at him.

He obeyed because he knew he couldn’t say anything to make the situation better.

“Wow, that was intense.” Wanda commented.

“He needed to hear that.” you said.

“Yes, he did. And now to you and your daughter. She is adorable. What’s her name?” Nat changed the topic.

“Thank you Nat. Her name is Freya. I have always loved that name.” you answered.

“That’s a beautiful, strong name. Fitting!” Wanda commented.

“So when will you be able to get out of here?” Nat asked, still holding your baby.

“I don’t know. Haven’t spoken to a doctor yet.”

As if on cue the door opened and your OB entered.

She told you that everything was healing and that you needed to stay for another day and then you and your baby could go home.

Three weeks later you had already accustomed Freya to her crib. You went on walks everyday. Bucky always by your side. Protecting you both like a wolf protects his pack.

Six months ticked by like nothing. Suddenly Freya was already playing with her mobile which was hanging over her bed. She was very attentive. Crawling all over the apartment fast enough that you almost couldn’t catch up.

It was fulfilling to be a mom but also tiring. You needed a day off so as the nice godmothers that your friends were they took her from you for 24 hours. At first you slept in. You would have happily stayed in bed all day but Bucky had other plans.

So you took a shower and put on a nice dress but you forwent the high heels cause you still had swollen feet sometimes and couldn’t walk in them anyways.

“Where are we going Buck?” you smiled.

“You will see, doll.” was his cryptic answer.

He drove out of town until you reached the hills. Parking the car somewhere in the middle of nowhere you got out of the car and he pulled a picnic basket out of the trunk.

“A picnic? That’s so sweet.” you swooned.

“I thought that would be nice.” He seemed somehow really nervous.

When you had found a clearing he put everything down and you two sat and ate. Sandwiches, fruit, cheese, crackers, chocolate covered strawberries. Everything was so delicious. “Thank you for this Bucky. It’s the best date I have ever had.” you complimented.

“It is wonderful. And I would like to ask you something.” he turned so he was kneeling in front of you and pulled a box out of his jacket pocket. You clapped your hand in front of your mouth and tears sprang to your eyes.

“Y/N I have loved you for so long. We have a great life together, a wonderful daughter. I would like this to hold forever. Will you marry me?” he asked.

You threw yourself into his arms and he crumbled underneath you “YES! Of course I will marry you Bucky. I love you so much!” you confirmed.

He put the ring onto your finger and you kissed deeply. The kiss turned heated quickly. You, still lying on top of him, wriggled your hips. He turned you on so much you wanted him right that moment.

“Woa, hold on doll. You sure you want to do this here?” he mumbled against your lips.

“Don’t wanna wait any more. Waited too long.” you mumbled back.

His hands immediately went to the zipper on your back and pulled it down. You sat up so you could wriggle your arms free and pulled the dress over your head, leaving you in your panties and bra. “So beautiful.” he groaned and buried his face in your boobs, nipping and sucking hickies only he would be able to see later.

All the while you frantically ripped at his clothes, pushing the jacket off his shoulders and unbuttoning his shirt. Then you roamed your hands over his muscular chest intensely. Grinding down on his growing erection got you so wet. You hadn’t gotten any action in over a year and you knew he hadn’t either so this was likely going to be over way too soon. You had to savor any moment that it would last.

With his help you got him out of his jeans and you saw that he was not wearing any underwear. “Naughty boy. No underwear?” you commented, smirking.

“More comfy that way. Why don’t you make it even more comfortable and sit on my dick, doll?”

“With pleasure.” you moaned and sank down on his massive cock. “Fuck!” you groaned at the slight discomfort. You felt like an inexperienced virgin again. “Shit. Don’t stop.” he moaned lustfully.

You rocked your hips sensually and he met you with every thrust.

He hit all the amazing spots deep inside you and you felt your high approaching way too fast. “‘m so close, baby.” you moaned with your eyes closed. Just lost in the pleasure of every stroke inside you.

“Me too. Wanna come together. Open your eyes, darling.” he panted.

So you did as he had asked and when your eyes met his baby blues you lost it and came all over him. That in turn triggered his orgasm and he spilled inside you.

Breathing heavily you slid off of him and cuddled into his side while he pulled a blanket over you.

“That was so great.” he said.

“Hmm, and you know what? I’m still not on birth control again. Maybe… we’ll soon have a mini you running around.” you smirked.

“I would like that very much. Life is always better with a sibling.” he kissed your head.

Well and what can I say- 9 months later you gave birth to a healthy, dark haired baby boy which you named Ben. Your family became the most important thing in the world. You didn’t even want to think about a scenario where you hadn’t found out that Steve cheated on you. You were the happiest when you were with Bucky. That’s where you belonged.

[multiplefandomfics]

Vacation

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Virgin!PlusSize!reader

Warnings: self consciousness, unprotected smut, authority kink, daddy kink, angst, fluff

Words:3295

You were sitting in a bar somewhere in Croatia. Frustrated about the turn of recent events.

The trip was supposed to be about you and your friends. Just enjoying the sun and ocean. No boys allowed! But then on the 2nd evening your friends had abandoned you at the bar to go clubbing with some boys from spain. Fan-fucking-tastic, you thought.

There went your nice all girls vacation. The way you knew your friends you weren't going to see them for a while.

Just as you were about to pay your tab and leave, someone sat down next to you and started talking. “Hi, sweetheart. You alone here?” he didn’t say much but you recognized that voice immediately. Your head snapped upwards and your eyes widened. Of all the people you would have never expected him there. Sebastian Stan. The man of your wet dreams.

You fumbled your phone out of your purse and unlocked the screen. Yep, he was definitely the man from your wallpaper.

“You okay there?” he asked, smiling before his eyes fell on your background picture.

“Oh, so you know me.” he figured.

“Ehm, yeah, yeah I do. Holy shit you’re even more beautiful in person.” you swooned.

He laughed heartily at that and ordered you and himself another drink.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you with your girlfriend on vacation? Sorry if I give off stalker vibes” you turned red faced.

“That’s a long story but to cut to the chase, I don’t have a girlfriend anymore.” his face turned slightly sour at the thought of his ex.

“Oh, I’m genuinely sorry to hear that. She seemed to make you happy.”

“Well, she did. But not anymore. So enough of her, what’s your name and what are you doing here?” He changed the topic.

“How rude of me, my name is Y/N and I was initially here to have a nice week with my girls. But now they've abandoned me in favor of some guys. So I decided to have a few drinks by myself and then go back to the house we rented.” you let all your frustration out.

“Wow, that sounds terrible. But the night doesn’t have to end like this. Would you like to dance?” he asked friendly.

“I can’t dance.” you objected.

“I’ll lead you, come on.” he paid for both of your drinks and then held out his hand for you to take. And how could you say no to that face?

“Alright. Let’s do this. And thanks for the drinks but you didn’t need to pay for me.” you told him.

“I know. You look like you could hold your own but I simply wanted to pay.” he grinned and you accepted his answer.

He pulled you onto the kinda crowded dance floor and guided your hands on his shoulders. Then he guided your clumsy body to the beat and soon it started to be real funny.

“Okay, that was fun but I need a break. And preferably some fresh air.” you yelled over the music out of breath.

He understood and took you outside in front of the bar and a bit away from the entrance where the smokers stood.

“See I told you if you ease into things and give me a chance I can make this a night you won’t forget.” he grinned, mischievously.

“A bit cheeky aren’t we?” you tried to play his game but his advances made you a bit uncomfortable to say the least.

The thing was, you didn’t decide on a men free vacation with your friends because you wanted to get a break from all the guys pursuing you at home but because your friends were constantly surrounded by guys and only talked about their experiences with the opposite sex and that reminded you of how inexperienced you were.

You had always been self conscious. Your girl friends were always tall and skinny or at least of normal weight and could wear all the trendiest clothes but you could not shop for nice wearables so easily. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, when you went out with your friends and you had really given your look everything, still they were advanced by men and you weren’t. It was frustrating.

That brought you back to the situation at hand- why did Sebastian Stan, Hollywood hottie, decide to pick you out of all these beautiful girls at the bar? It was a riddle to you.

“Can I ask you something?” you hesitantly asked.

“Anything.” he smiled.

“Why did you want to talk to me?”

The hurt in your eyes told him that you were genuinely interested in an honest answer.

“Because you seemed lonely and so am I. Also you are beautiful and now I know that you are kind and funny, too. You are perfect.” you couldn’t believe that.

“Are you serious? Me? Perfect? You have gotta be kidding me!” you scoffed.

“Why would I? In you I see something permanent. Something that could develop into more. What do you see?” he asked, concerned.

“I don’t know. I just have never heard that I am beautiful from a man before.” you looked down, embarrassed.

“You can’t be serious! What kind of stupid idiots have you met in your life before?” he asked, astonished.

“The kind that wants a model type by their side. Just the kind of arm candy you should have by yours too. Not a chubby girl like me. I’m sorry I wasted your time.” you had to hold back tears at your confession and wanted to turn around to leave. But he grabbed your arm and forced you to look at him. “Hey, don’t go. I meant what I said. I am sorry that you have only been hurt by men so far but I promise I’m not like that. You can rely on me. I really want to get to know you. Let me take you home and we watch a movie or something? It’s only 10pm. No strings attached.” he offered.

That did sound like a dream and you decided quickly that you had nothing to lose if you said yes.

“Okay. The house is right up that hill and behind that little bit of forest.” you informed him.

He offered his arm, gentlemen like and you took it.

“So where are you from when you are on vacation here at the moment?” he asked to make smalltalk.

“I’m from Germany.”

“Impossible! I heard Germans speak English and they have a strong accent. You have barely an accent and I would have placed you closer to the states.” he was surprised.

“I hear that a lot actually. But I have never been to the US. I just watch a lot of movies and TV shows in English. And I read books in English too.” you smiled bashfully.

“That’s amazing. I think I have a stronger european accent than you do and I’ve lived in the US since I was 12.” he laughed.

“Well, English is my comfort language so I’m always happy when I can use it.” you said nonchalantly.

“Marvelous. You’re amazing.” he complimented.

“Oh, stop it.” you turned red.

“I’m only saying what's true.”

“You’re too kind.”

You walked uphill towards the small wood you had to cross, in the dark. Great idea!

He walked pretty fast and you had to almost jog to keep up with him which made you sweat and got you terribly out of breath.

When the trees around you got thicker and it got even darker it happened. You stepped on a rock, it rolled to the side and you twisted your ankle.

“Shit! Ouch!” you exclaimed loudly.

“What happened?” he asked scared.

“Twisted my ankle. It’s just too fucking dark.” you were angry at yourself for being so stupid.

“Damn. Can you step on your foot?” he asked.

“I don’t know. But what other options do we have? I gotta try.”

You stepped from your left foot onto your right and it buckled beneath you under the pain. “Fuck!”

“Okay that won’t work.” he stated and the next second he just picked you up bridal style and started to carry you on.

“Are you crazy? Let me down. I’m definitely too heavy to carry.” you ordered him.

“No, you are not. And when you try to hobble home we won’t make it until sunrise. So now shut up and let me carry you.” he silenced you efficiently.

“But take a break if you need to, and you will need one eventually.” you mumbled.

The rest of the way you held onto him and buried your face in his neck. Damn, did he smell good. It almost made you moan.

When you arrived at the door he didn’t let you down as you would have expected him to, no, he grabbed the keys from your hands, opened the door and carried you into the living room to lay you down on the couch.

“Thank you Sebastian. You are so kind. What can I ever do to repay you?” you asked him.

“Hmm, maybe let me kiss you?” he suggested and you had to swallow nervously. He immediately picked up on your hesitation “Only if you want to of course.”

“Sure I want to, but… I have never kissed anyone before.” you averted your eyes in embarrassment.

“Then let me change that, please.” he begged. You saw no resentment or reproach in his beautifully blue eyes.

Of course you caved and nodded your consent.

He leaned closer to your crouched form on the couch, put his hand on your thigh and brushed his lips to yours.

The kiss was sweet and careful not to startle you or demand something from you that you could feel uncomfortable with.

“So how was your first kiss?” he asked and smiled.

“Very nice.” you looked blissed out at him. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. I would really love to do that again.”

“Please do.” you confirmed.

Oh and he did. The kiss was magical. This time he pushed his tongue sensually into your mouth and you were stunned how good that felt.

“You okay?” he wanted to know afterwards.

“More than okay. I’m happy you picked me at the bar. Usually they say “never meet your heroes” but with you that’s different.”

“Thanks,doll. That means a lot to me.” he leaned in and kissed your neck.

At the mention of that particular nickname your posture stiffened. He noticed.

“What’s wrong? Did I say something?”

“Ehm, well … you know I haven’t only had a crush on you but also on Bucky… maybe.” you whispered.

At first he seemed confused as to where this confession suddenly came from but then it clicked.

“It’s the nickname. I called you doll.” he laughed. “I didn’t even register that I got that from him. But if it turns you on I will keep using it.” that grin could win you over any day.

“I could get used to it actually. I never would have imagined someone calling me that. But you make it sound so hot. Thanks for making me feel good.”

“Anytime, doll.” he kissed you again.

“By the way, didn’t we wanna watch a movie?” you suddenly asked.

“Yes, of course. Do they have Netflix or something on here?” did he wanna know.

“Disney+. And with it all the Marvel Movies.” you winked at him.

“Anything you want, doll.” he kept using that nickname over and over but you loved it.

“Which one have you not seen yet?”

“I think I’ve actually seen them all. Which one is your favorite?”

“I love the ones you’re in the most.” you confessed.

“Okay, close your eyes and I’ll pick your favorite one.” he suggested.

“Alright. Let’s give it a try.” you agreed.

When you were allowed to open your eyes again you saw the opening credits of a Marvel movie flashing. You recognized the first scene: The Washington Monument and a very exhausted looking Sam Wilson and you heard “on your left” which made you smile. He knew then that he had picked the right movie.

“Good choice.” you praised him.

Then you cuddled up to him and he put his arm around you.

Although you were pretty tired after about half the movie you could not skip over one second of that glorious movie.

“You know- the Winter Soldier is kinda hot. So determined and dominant.” You slurred when you saw him walk down that car after he jumped from the bridge.

“You think so? You like to be dominated? Controlled? Called names? Maybe tied up and used?” he growled into your ear.

“Fuck.” you whimpered and clenched your thighs.

“You like the thought of that don’t you?” he bit into your earlobe.

You nodded furiously.

“Use your words babygirl.”

“Yes, sir.” you said.

“So, an authority kink is there too. And here I thought you were so innocent.” he pushed.

“How can you be innocent when you read fanfiction almost every day?” you quipped.

“Fanfiction, huh? Can you show me examples so I can paint myself a picture?” he asked.

You took your phone out and opened Tumblr. Then you searched for your favorite Bucky fanfic with all the kinks you enjoyed and handed the phone to him.

He read with interest and you studied his facial expressions, smirking when you saw reactions to certain parts you had expected to come.

“So that’s the kind of naughty literature you enjoy alone in your bed, touching yourself maybe.” he growled.

“Yes, sir. The imagination of what you could do to me makes me so wet.” you bit your lip seductively.

Suddenly you were in a flow. All the insecurities about your body and weight were gone. Only him and your sexual fantasies existed in the moment.

“Fuck baby.” he moaned and grabbed your hand to push it onto his growing bulge. “Feel what you do to me, doll?”

“So hot.” you moaned back and felt the urge to take charge. So you got onto your knees and sat in his lap grinding down on him.

Before anything could go further he stopped you and whispered “if at any point you want to stop or feel uncomfortable or I’m doing something you are not ready for or don’t like, tell me and we will stop immediately. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sebastian. I understand. Thanks.”

And so it continued. Grinding and kissing. Until he suddenly stood up abruptly holding you close. “I’m not taking your virginity on this couch. Where is your bedroom?”

He was so considerate “upstairs and then the last door on the right.”

He carried you to the room, carefully laying you down on the bed so as to not disturb your injured foot.

When he unbuttoned the button down he was wearing and took it off you were already drooling.

“Let me undress you, darling. Turn around so I can unzip your dress. Which is beautiful by the way.” he suggested and winked.

You did as he told you and soon felt your dress falling off your shoulders. He helped you pull it over your head and left you in your bra, chub rub shorts and panties.

A little embarrassed at the shorts you looked to the side. But you couldn’t go out in a dress without wearing any type of pants underneath.

“You are so sexy, baby.” he did everything to make you feel comfortable and you started to believe him.

“May I?” he motioned for your bra and you nodded your consent.

Next he took off his jeans and the realization of what was to come started to seep into your mind.

“You still okay with this?” he made sure.

“Yes. I want this Sebastian. I really do. I trust you” you assured him.

So he proceeded with the rest of your clothes and lastly his boxer shorts.

The whole time he kept kissing you hungrily. When he crawled on top of you and you had that skin on skin contact you had never felt so safe with anyone before.

“I gotta prep you before we go all the way, alright? Don’t wanna hurt you, doll.” he whispered between kisses.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, promise.”

“Please.” you begged.

That’s when he scooted down your body, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. The next thing you felt was him placing a kiss on your mound, and then his tongue poking out starting to flick your clit. He pushed your legs further apart to gain better access.

“Fuck, feels so good.” you moaned just when he inserted one finger into your tight pussy. “Oh, my gosh. Don’t stop.” you begged him.

“I won’t” he mumbled and kept attacking your clit.

“‘m so close.”

“Come for me baby. Come now.” That command was the last straw which brought you to orgasm.

Breathlessly you smiled down at him and he smiled right back at you.

“You up for more?” he needed the confirmation that you were alright.

“Yes, sir. Now I don’t know why I have never done this before. I don’t ever want you to stop again.” At that statement he laughed heartily.

“Then let’s start, shall we?” he kept kissing over your belly, up to your breasts, licked your nipples and sucked hickies onto your neck.

“Ready?”

“Can you just fuck me already?” you asked annoyed.

“Someones being needy.” he joked and finally penetrated your pussy.

“Oh, fuck. So big. Hmmm. deep. Shit.” you were already reduced to a mumbling mess.

“Such a tight fit. You feel amazing.” he buried his head into your neck.

And then he started to move. Slowly at first but picked up speed rapidly. He hit spots inside you that your favorite vibrator was never able to get.

End then something you never wanted anyone to hear slipped your mouth “Fuck, daddy. Harderr!” and suddenly he stopped completely and you mewled disappointed until you realized what you had said. You opened your eyes to see his reaction.

You expected him to be disgusted but all you could see was a hunger. He looked like a predator who finally caught his prey.

“Say that again!” he growled. That statement of his made a surge of pride and confidence rush through you.

You bit your lip mischievously and said “Please, daddy. Fuck me harder.” and he immediately snapped.

He pistoned his hips forward, hitting your cervix over and over until you were so desperately close.

“You’re about to come, aren’t you? I can feel your pussy squeezing me, doll. Alright I’m gonna count down and I want you to come with me. Understood”

“Yes, daddy please… need to come… so bad.”

“Five..” deep thrust. “Four…” nip to the collarbone. “Three…” you clawed at his back. “Two…” you tried your hardest not to come and closed your eyes. “Look at me babygirl..” so you opened your eyes. “One… Come” and the dam broke. You had never come so hard in your life. No toy could ever make you feel the way this man did. Your quivering cunt made him come so hard. When he rolled off you he was breathing just as heavy as you were. The only noise you heard was your rapid heartbeat and blood rushing in your ears.

“That was amazing. We definitely need to do that again” you said.

“Oh yes. Anytime.”

The next week flew by so quickly and you two spent most of it in bed. You decided that your lives needed to be lived together so the next chance you got you would be moving in with him. Sometimes dreams do come true!

[multiplefandomfics]

Relations 2.0

So guys, this is kinda an alternative to Relations I posted yesterday. This time with a Rogers! Reader. I hope you enjoy.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, violence, trauma, nightmares, PTSD, unprotected smut, alzheimers, kinda AU

Words: 3702

"How is she today?" you asked your cousin.

"Not much changed. I'm just happy she remembers us." She answered.

"Did she tell you something new?"

"No, not really. You want to go in now?"

"Yes, I don't know but it always makes me happy to see her. No matter what state she's in." You smiled at her.

Peggy was your fathers mother and you loved her. She had taught you and Sharon how to be brave and independent women.

"Hello grandma. How are you doing today?" You sat down next to her.

"Oh, how nice of you to visit me, my dear." She smiled at you. "I slept very well. How was your day?" Peggy might have an illness which ate away at her memories but she was the most courteous person on the planet.

“Oh, you know just as always. S.H.I.E.L.D is definitely keeping me on my feet.” you smiled at her.

“Yes, yes, I can imagine.” she took your hand.

You talked a bit more and listened to stories you had heard a 1000 times before but still enjoyed seeing your grandma so happy.

Then your phone rang.

“Agent Carter? We need you at the facility immediately.”

“I’ll be right there.” you answered.

“Grandma, I’m sorry I gotta go. Duty calls. I'll come back as soon as I can, I promise.” you kissed her on the forehead before you left.

“Good that you are here. We have found something incredible way up north embedded in ice.” Agent Coulson told you and handed you a file.

When you opened it up and saw the pictures you gasped loudly and had the urge to sit down.

The photographs showed your grandfather, frozen in uniform and with the shield. You recognized him immediately.

“Y/N are you alright?” Coulson asked.

The problem was that no one knew your family history. Peggy had kept quiet about her unplanned pregnancy and the whereabouts of the father. She had gotten married while still pregnant and in those times no one questioned that the baby was way early.

“Yes, no, I mean… I don’t know. I can’t believe you found him. Now the nation can finally bury their fallen hero.” you mumbled.

“Oh, you must have misunderstood. Captain Rogers isn’t dead. He’s in recovery.” Coulson explained.

“What? How is that possible?”

“Well the ice must have preserved him and the serum in his veins kept him alive.”

Not even a second later rang Coulson’s phone. An Agent called from Times Square. Steve Rogers had woken up and figured out that something was not right so he escaped the room where he was supposed to recover.

“I need to talk to him. I think I will be able to calm him. This must be awful for him.” you begged Coulson.

“Alright, let’s go. Times Square is just around the corner.” you jumped into your car and drove speeding down the streets of New York.

When you arrived Director Fury had already kinda calmed Steve so you walked over to him.

Nick Fury was the only person in the world outside your family who knew your family's secret. So he didn’t hesitate to let you through.

“Captain Rogers? Would you care to come with me? I'd like to explain everything to you.” you smiled at him.

“Peggy? he asked, astonished. You had never seen too much resemblance between your grandma and yourself but apparently Steve saw it.

“Close. But no. MY name is Y/N Carter. I’m her granddaughter. We have a lot of catching up to do. Want to join me?” he just nodded and followed you.

You drove in silence with about 5 bulletproof dark SUVs following you at close range.

You stopped in front of a S.H.I.E.L.D office and walked inside.

When you closed the door to your office behind you and him the reality of it all finally started to seep into your bones and you started shaking.

He noticed immediately and stepped closer. Ever the gentleman of the 40’s that he was, he asked if you were okay.

“Well there is so much I want to tell you. Actually, I have since I was a child. And I never thought I’d ever get the chance to nor did I think it was my place to tell you. But…” you kept rambling.

“What are you talking about?” he looked confused.

“Okay, here we go. All or nothing.” you mumbled to yourself.

“Peggy is my grandmother, and you are my grandfather.” you finished quietly.

“Excuse me?” he thought he might have misheard you.

“Just after you supposedly died Grandma Peggy found out that she was pregnant. She always said it was a drunken night after Sergeant Barnes died? It’s a secret which almost no one outside of the family knows. I would have let Peggy tell you herself but she has alzheimers and a lot of the time she is not really there anymore.” you explained to him.

“Peggy is still alive? I need to see her.” he picked up on your story.

“But first I’d like to hug my granddaughter if that’s alright by you.” he grinned.

“Ehm, yes sure.” you outstretched your arms and he embraced you. You had never felt so safe in anyone's arms before.

Before anyone could argue with you you had taken Steve to see Peggy in her retirement facility.

“Steve? You’re alive?” she asked in disbelief when she spotted him by her bed. He grinned and bent down to kiss her on the forehead.

“Yes, my love. And I missed you so much. How is my girl today?” he asked her.

“I was never better. Y/N come here darling. Meet your grandfather sweetie.” she spoke slowly in that posh british accent of hers.

“I already have nana and he is just as amazing as you have always told me.” you said while tears were forming in your eyes.

After that conversation you left them alone for a while to talk.

The next few weeks no day passed without you spending time with Steve. Unfortunately you had no contact with your mom or dad anymore. They didn’t want anything to do with you anymore after you had decided on your S.H.I.E.L.D career path.

That had been years ago and you weren’t sad anymore but now you would have wished, for Steve's sake, that he could meet his son.

Maybe someday your dad would be ready for this.

Somehow it came as it had to. People found out about your relation to Captain America and started to bother you immensely.

Then came the point on which it couldn't get any worse.

You came home after a long day of work and just wanted to relax in a bubble bath and then go to bed. But it came differently than you thought.

The moment you opened your door and turned around to shut it an arm closed around your throat and another grabbed for your holstered gun. Your assailant was too strong for you to overpower. You lost consciousness quickly.

When you awoke you were chained to a chair, gagged too.

And then you saw him. Sitting in a corner opposite you. Long dark hair, black mask and tac gear. His left arm was made of metal and wirred when he moved it.

When he noticed you had woken up he stood and walked over to you,

He didn’t say a word and you couldn’t. Otherwise you would have given him a piece of your mind.

You didn’t expect his next move. He took the gag from your mouth and pushed a bottle of water against your lips. You drank greedily because you hadn’t noticed your parched throat before.

“What do you want from me?” you asked after he had taken the bottle away.

“Leverage.” was all he said.

“Are you working for hydra?” you asked. You had had your suspicions for a long time that the agency had been operating from the underground.

He stayed silent and then you felt your mind slip. Of course something must have been in the water.

The next time you came to you heard voices around you but couldn’t focus at first.

When you finally could concentrate you recognized voices you had suspected of being evil before. Alexander Pierce and Brock Rumlow. Idiots! you thought.

“Ah, there she is. Did the soldier take good care of you?” Pierce mocked and you spat at him which earned you a nice backhand to the face from Rumlow.

“Now that we have that out of the way, let us proceed with our plan, shall we?.”

God, how much you hated that douchebag!

They took a video from you probably as leverage. Just as their soldier had told you. What they wanted to blackmail from S.H.I.E.L.D or Steve, you didn’t know.

After they had everything from you they brought you to a room which strongly resembled the cell in an asylum. Thick padded walls you couldn’t hurt yourself on, a small field bed with a blanket and a toilet with a sink in one corner behind a milky screen.

You banged against the walls and door at first to get any kind of attention but after receiving none you decided to leave it be and save your strength.

Hours later a doctor came into the room to take a blood sample from you but you wouldn’t have that so you fought against him until they brought the soldier in to hold you down. That was the first time you saw him after he kidnapped you. And this time he wasn’t wearing a mask. His face was expressionless and his hair was longer than on the pictures you had seen at the museum but the man standing in front of you was undeniably James Barnes. Your grandfather's best friend since childhood who you had believed was dead since 1943.

“Bucky?” you asked and he gave you a confused look. At first you doubted your eyes but you were so sure it was him. “What did you do to him? He is a good man!” you yelled at the doctor who just smiled at you maliciously.

Still struggling in Bucky’s hold the doc took a sample of your blood and they left but not before Bucky threw you one last thoughtful glance.

Days ticked by and nothing happened. You saw someone bring you food twice a day but that was about all the human contact you were given.

You couldn’t stop thinking about your granddad’s best pal being enslaved and obviously brainwashed for God knows how long. It made you so sad to think about his past. What he must have endured in hydra’s grasp.

Then one night suddenly the light in your room changed and you noticed the cause being that the door had been opened. You decided that that was your only chance and snuck out of the room. You tried to find orientation points in the weird and long hallways. But you noticed every time you didn’t know where to go, a door opened somewhere.

Just for a second you contemplated if this might have been a sick trap but you still followed it because, what did you have to lose?

When you stepped through the last door you heard someone call your name.

“Y/N! Over here!” Not 10 meters away from you stood Steve in full gear.

“Steve! Thank God you found me. Did you open all these doors?”

“Doors? What? No. I haven’t even been inside yet.” he looked at you as if you had lost your mind.

“Then who paved the way for me?” you thought out loud. Until it suddenly hit you. “Bucky!” you yelled.

“What? Are you alright? Bucky has been dead for decades.” Steve informed you.

“No you don’t understand. He is here. He must have been the one to help me. We have to find him.” you turned around and ran back inside faster than Steve could grab you.

“Y/N no!” he yelled and ran after you.

Suddenly you stopped dead in your tracks and Steve almost ran you over. 5 meters in front of you stood a dark figure, not moving a muscle.

“Bucky?” you called lowly.

Steve tensed up behind you. He too had recognized his old pal.

“Buck?” He whispered, shocked.

“Come on Bucky. We have to get out of here. And thank you for helping me.” you smiled and stretched your arm out.

He took the invitation and slowly walked towards you. Together you got out of the building and headed toward the pickup spot where the jet waited.

Bucky had still not said a word. While Steve flew the plane you sat down next to Bucky who seemed lost in thought. He didn’t notice you sliding into the seat next to him until you laid your hand on his thigh. “Buck? How do you feel?”

“Confused. I can’t believe that I am not under their control anymore.” he said.

“You are safe now. I promise we will take care of you. S.H.I.E.L.D will help you get back on your feet. You are a hero.”

“No, not S.H.I.E.L.D. They have been infiltrated by hydra. You saw Pierce and Rumlow. We can’t trust anyone.” he yelled, almost panicked.

“You are right. Steve, where are we headed?” you called out to your pilot for the moment.

“I was about to get us to Washington D.C.. S.H.I.E.L.D HQ. But now that I heard what you said I think it might be best to find a different place. So Y/N where to? Do you have a plan b?”

“In fact I do. Keep going, I'll send the coordinates right to you.” you ordered.

3 hours later you landed at a farm.

“Clint. It’s good to see you.” you said and wrapped the archer in a tight hug.

“How is the family?” you tried to make conversation.

“Good as always. So what’s the deal with this?” he asked back.

“Well, you know Captain Rogers and this is Sergeant James Barnes. It’s a long story but we need a place to lay low for a while that S.H.I.E.L.D doesn’t know about.”

“Ah, so you thought of me. Naturally. Alright, come on in, dinner should be ready soon and Laura always makes too much.”

Dinner had been great and now you were sitting on the porch with a glass of wine just relaxing and telling Clint everything. You trusted him with all your heart. Him, Natasha Romanoff and Nick Fury.

“So S.H.I.E.L.D is hydra now?” he asked, confused.

“Well yes but it seems hydra was always sleeping just under the surface waiting for the right moment to strike.” you clarified.

“So what do you intend to do next?” he asked again.

“Well, I have already sent an encrypted message to Nick Fury. He will know how to proceed from her on. Then we need to grab hydra by the roots and pull them out. If that doesn’t work we need all the help we can get to take down everything. S.H.I.E.L.D, hydra, all of it.” you described.

“Buck, what can you tell us about their plan?”

Bucky took a deep breath and started to recite everything that he knew or had gathered. Good thing that no one had actually thought to mind their words around him because they always thought he couldn’t do anything with that knowledge anyways.

“So they want to erase millions of people who do not follow their ideology? And they want to use helicarriers with active weapon systems?” you summarized Bucky’s information. “We have to stop this! But we need a solid plan. I suggest we wait for a message from Fury. He might know what to do.” you proposed.

“I agree. If we run in there unprepared people might die.” Steve approved.

So you had not much more to do than wait.

That evening you tried to fall asleep in the guest bedroom but that was almost impossible. You had listened to Steve leaving the house to go for a run about 30 minutes before. So he couldn’t sleep either.

Then, just before sleep invaded your mind you heard noises which sounded like whimpering so you got up quickly and walked downstairs, gun raised.

You found out fast that the noise came from a restlessly sleeping Bucky on the much too small couch.

Worried that he might be distressed and would fall back into his old habits you sat down next to the couch stroking hair out of his face. “Bucky? You’re okay. You’re safe now.” you whispered. He opened his eyes and looked at you.

You didn’t expect him to lean in close and brush his lips to yours.

He pulled back abruptly when he noticed you being completely taken by surprise. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that.” he sat up and buried his face in his hands.

“No, it’s okay Bucky. I understand you. It wasn’t that I didn’t want it, I just wasn’t expecting that.” he looked up hesitantly.

“In fact I wouldn’t mind you doing it again.” you smiled at him mischievously.

Without saying another word he pulled you in again. You climbed into his lap all while never breaking the kiss. Until you had to come up for air.

“Wow, you really know how to do that.” you stated.

“Did you want to go further?” you asked him carefully.

“I wouldn’t mind. I just wanna feel something nice again.” he confessed before pulling you in for a kiss again.

You made out like that for a while, grinding on each other like some horny teenagers. Until his hand slipped into your panties stroking your mound and you started mewling like a kitten in heat.

Your hands fumbled clumsily with his boxers and he helped you push them down enough for his cock to spring free.

Pulling your panties to the side you sunk down on him. This time the sex was not about sensuality it was supposed to be quick comfort. The emotional crap could come later.

You rose onto your knees and dropped back onto his generous length.

“Fuck!” you breathed out. Burying your head in his shoulder so you wouldn’t wake anyone still sleeping.

You were so deeply immersed in your lovemaking you didn’t hear the door open.

“Really? On the couch? Seriously?” you almost jumped off of Bucky at the sound of your grandfather’s hushed voice.

“I’m sorry Steve.” Bucky whispered. And you could tell he was more than close so you kept rocking back and forth on his lap. Steve, noticing that you wouldn’t stop, just turned around and went upstairs with the words “I’ll sleep in your bed then.”

Once he was gone you were finally able to lose yourself in Bucky again.

It didn’t take long for him to reach his high and the moment you felt him shoot his load inside you you couldn’t hold on anymore and the knot burst.

You dropped onto the seat next to Bucky, catching your breath.

“Thank you for that.” he leaned his head back and tucked himself back into his pants.

“No need to thank me. I really like you Buck and I hope that this won’t be a one time thing.” you smiled at him hopefully.

“So do I, but I don’t know if I am good enough for you. I’ve done so much evil in my life. You deserve so much better.” Suddenly he looked so sad again.

“Hey. Look at me Bucky!” you ordered him, grabbing for his face. “What happened to you is not your fault. You were trapped in your own body and you deserve the world. Never think any less of yourself because of your past! You are the reason I am free now. You have saved Steve’s ass more than he probably knows. We love you Bucky and I mean that. You know that my grandma did not only talk a lot about Steve but about you too? You left such an impression on her that even now in her alzheimer ridden mind she still sometimes talks about you. What a gentleman you always were. Handsome, sweet and clever. And I could not dream of someone better than you.” You kissed him deeply with all the emotion you could muster and hoped he would understand.

“Are you sure?” his insecurities were killing you. Peggy had always mentioned the ladies man that he had been but that lay 70 years behind and it broke your heart to see him like this.

“100% sure darling. Now let’s try to catch at least a few more hours of sleep until sunrise.” another kiss later and you had cuddled together on the still too small couch. This time you fell asleep quickly and felt safe by his side.

Two days later Fury had gotten you a plan. Maria Hill would meet you in a sewer system at the edge of D.C. She handed you three computer chips to override the helicarriers weapon systems manually.

The people from hydra, working inside S.H.I.E.L.D did not expect this attack just when project inside was about to launch.

So when the helicarriers had come crashing down on D.C. and every single hydra agent had been taken in custody was it finally time to calm down and get everything in order.

Facing the facts Bucky still needed therapy and someone to look over his conditioning and the damage hydra had done to him. But you were sure to find someone with a solution somewhere. Until then you tried to get used to having a 100 something year old grandfather and his just as old best friend for a boyfriend.

You didn’t know where you were headed but you liked the thought of finding out.

[multiplefandomfics]

Relations

Pairing: Bucky x Stark!reader

Warnings: angst, soft smut, fluff, fighting

Words: 2862

“Y/N? Where are you?” no response.

“Friday? Would you be so kind as to tell me where my little sister is running around?” 

“Of course, boss. She is currently sitting in the garden, reading a book.” 

“Thanks Friday.”

Tony headed out to talk to his sister. 

“There you are. Please come inside. We have to talk.”

“Alright. I’m coming.” you smiled up at your big brother. 

He was everything to you. Y/N had been born in 1990 and had not exactly been planned. A year later your parents had died and Tony was left alone with an infant. Fortunately he was wealthy enough to have nannies looking after you as long as he was still in college. 

But the time you did spend together was thoroughly enjoyed. Everytime he was home he took you to the zoo, swimming or you just celebrated your lives. 

All in all Tony Stark was the best brother anyone could have wanted. 

Then he was kidnapped and became Iron Man. And Y/N was in the middle of it all. Tony tried to keep you away from it all but that didn’t work very well. You had begged him time and time again to make a suit for you too but he refused. Fortunately you were as technically talented as he was, copied Tony’s files for his suit, made some modifications and built it. 

Yours was purple and silver instead of red and gold and it had some other nice gadgets which would probably prove useful. 

When you took the first flying test outside the tower you didn’t really care that you were probably going to get caught. 

And of course the moment you landed again Tony busted you.

“Y/N. What were you thinking? You could have gotten hurt.” he was worried.

“But I didn’t. You really have very little trust in my abilities. I flew didn’t I? And I used your plans and software. I even have Friday on my ears at all times.” you rolled your eyes at your brother.

“I can’t decide if I should be angry or proud.” he muttered. “I trust you and your skills but please let me ease my conscience and have a look over your work before you go flying again.” he asked.

“Alright, if that calms you down, sure.” you smiled and hugged your brother.

“So what is this about?” you asked him.

“I am throwing a party tonight to celebrate taking down the hydra base and recovering the scepter.” he beamed.

“And I am invited?” 

“Of course. Wear something nice.” he instructed and left you alone in the entryway. 

Y/N prepared half the afternoon for the spectacle and looked your best when evening rolled around. You hung at the bar with Natasha and Bruce, let Thor and Rhodey tell their war stories and sat around the table while everyone tried to lift Mjölnir and failed miserably.

Then suddenly a mangled Iron legion droid came walking through the door saying strange stuff and ending up attacking everyone. You were just so able to jump behind the bar and duck down. After that you promised yourself that you would never feel that helpless again. You wanted to be in the thick of it all. 

When the dust settled everyone was really confused. The peacekeeping program Ultron had “killed” Jarvis and taken off into the world wide web. 

“What did just happen?” Rhodey asked while Thor was on the way searching for Ultron.

After a battle with Ultron and the Maximoff twins, where everyone seemed to have lost their minds at one point or another and the Hulk destroying half a town while Tony tried to stop him, you made it out alive and had to disappear and landed with Clint’s family. 

You stayed there for a while and then left for Seol to retrieve the crate with the human print inside.

In the end you had a new addition to the team and a devastating fight against machines in Sokovia. 

Everyone was upset after that. Sokovia was destroyed, many civilians had died and Hulk was MIA. Thor left too to shine some light onto the appearances of the infinity stones.

You stayed at the newly built compound to start your official training with Vision, Wanda and Sam.

Some time later things escalated in Lagos with Rumlow and a biological weapon. After that everyone was suddenly afraid of Wanda although she was just as scared. 

A day later you were walking through the hallways, passing some office and conference rooms on your way to the gym. You were lost in thought when you heard your brother's voice. At first you wanted to storm in and surprise him but then you heard him talking.

“She isn’t actually my sister, Steve. She’s my daughter. Y/N is my daughter. I’ve never told anyone before I couldn’t-” the rest was not heard by Y/N because you had dropped your towel and run towards your room. 

The next few days you just couldn’t face your father. That was so strange to think. You never said it out loud. Y/N felt so betrayed. Why did he never tell you? Of course he had been relatively young when you were born but he still could have been honest with you. Did he not want to be seen as your father? Were you such a disappointment? And over all of that stood the question after your mother. Who was she? What happened to her? Why did she not want to meet you? All those thoughts rushed through your brain and you couldn’t stop the nagging feeling that Tony didn’t want to admit the truth to you because you weren’t worth it. 

The bad thoughts did not leave you alone anymore. You had nightmares and isolated yourself from everyone during the days. 

Although everyone was constantly asking you what was wrong, you couldn’t tell them.

Until the day Natasha and Pepper waltzed into your room, overriding Friday’s authority. 

“Hey Y/N. We noticed that you have been by yourself a lot lately, not letting anyone in anymore. So tell us, what is going on with you? You know you can trust us.” Pepper added the last part after seeing you hesitating. And finally you caved in.

“I overheard Tony and Steve talk a few days ago. He said something I need time to process for.”

“What did he say that shocked you so much?” Nat asked.

“All my life I thought he was my brother. He’s been my rock. We went through thick and thin and then I find out that he lied to me all these years.”

“What do you mean he’s not your brother?” Nat pressed further.

“He told Steve that he’s actually my father.” the girls looked at you dumbfounded and it got eerie quiet.

“You sure you heard that right?”

“Of course I am sure. I’m not deaf!” you said a little enraged.

“And I gather you have not talked to him about it yet, have you?” Pepper had a calming nature especially when she put her hand on Y/N arm.

“No I haven’t. I couldn’t. What if it is somehow my fault that he didn’t tell me? What if he doesn’t consider me good enough to be his daughter?” you started to sob quietly.

“Hey, look at me Y/N. If anything it is the other way around. Under all that confident exterior he is actually very insecure and I am sure that he just didn’t want you to be disappointed to have him as a father.” Pepper ensured you.

“You really think so?” you sniffed looking up at her.

“I do. You should talk to him.” she encouraged you.

“Maybe I should tell him that I know and see how he reacts.”

But before you could go forward with your plan Friday alerted you and Nat to come to the conference room because the Secretary of defense had arrived to talk about something 

 The fights in Sokovia and Lagos had been PR nightmares and the government and the UN did not want to stand by anymore. The Avengers had to bow to the law and sign the Sokovia accords or they would be forced to retire. They were given a few days to think about it and talk this through. 

After long discussions the team split in two. Which led to the situation at hand. 

Your dad had grounded you together with Wanda after you had voiced your opinion that you thought Steve was right. Well, when Clint came to pick up Wanda you stuck to them and flew to Germany. Steve was kinda surprised when he saw you get out of the car at the airport but he thought you were old enough to make your own decisions. 

Well, it ended in a really bad fight in the middle of the runway. In the end you made it out with Steve and Bucky and flew to Siberia under Steve's protest.  

“So you’ve been Steve’s friend since childhood, hm?” you asked Bucky while still in the air.

“Yep. Known him forever. And you are Stark’s kid?” he asked back.

“So Steve told you. Yes it seems to be true although my whole life I thought he was my big brother. He lied to me so I’m not very happy with him at the moment. Kicking his ass has been a nice change for once.” you smiled at Bucky sadistically.

“You are a sick little thing, doll!” he laughed out loud.

 You landed not much later but you had to admit the crush that had already developed towards Bucky. 

And then Zemo happened and that stupid tape.

Were you the only one wondering why the hell there was a security camera in the middle of nowhere on an abandoned street exactly at that point where your grandparents car was forced to crash? And all that in the early 90’s? 

Tony did not want to think rationally at that point so he started a fight against Steve and Bucky. You stood by. Too in shock to do anything. The only thing you knew was that it was not Bucky’s fault your grandparents had died but hydras. 

You snapped out of your trance when Tony shot Bucky’s arm off. Then it was your moment to jump between your dad and Steve.

“Stop it, dad! Think for one moment!” he was startled for a moment because he wasn’t used to hearing you say that. 

“You know?” he asked and his helmet slid back.

“Yes, I do. I overheard you and Steve the other day.” you spoke silently. “Sorry I did not talk about this with you earlier but I was just so upset about the fact that you didn’t tell me. Am I such a disappointment that you thought I wasn’t good enough to be your daughter?” you asked him with tears in your eyes.

“What? Of course not! You, Y/N, are the best thing that has ever happened to me. It was me who felt not man enough to be your dad. In the beginning when you suddenly appeared on my doorstep I panicked and thought I could have never lived up to the responsibility of a father. So I became your fun big brother to save you and me from disappointment. At some point I just felt that I had missed the point of telling you without the fear of consequences. So I stuck with the lie. I never meant to hurt you and I hope you can forgive me. I love you so much.” 

That explanation was enough for you to jump into your fathers arms and hug him close. 

“I love you 3000, dad. And can we now please get out of here? Bucky doesn’t deserve to die. Can you maybe see that he was controlled and hates himself as much for what Hydra made him do as you hate him? He is actually a really nice guy and like a brother to Steve and you know Steve, would he have bad friends? Also Buck needs help, physical and psychological. So please dad let us help him. He’s a war hero after all.” you finished your plaidoyer.  

Your dad just stared at you but in the end took a deep breath and said: “let’s get home. I can’t do anything here.”

Outside you met King T’Challa who was holding Zemo in his grasp. He was gonna bring him to the CIA and then fly home to bury his father. He also promised to help with Bucky’s recovery because Wakanda had the most advanced technology to heal anything. 

For months you stayed in Wakanda, which was pretty beautiful by the way, to maybe help Bucky recover step by step. 

That’s also how you became close. You went for walks and to his therapy sessions together. The latter also because you thought you could use some talking about your life too. 

At first he had wanted to go back into cryo but you had convinced him that that wasn’t necessary. In the beginning your dad had called you everyday to check in but he had stopped after a particularly annoyed outburst on your side. 

“Bucky you alright?” you asked him one night after he had come home from his private session with Ayo.

When you saw his face you noticed the big tears leaking down his face.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” you asked scared this time.

Without saying a word he just walked up to you hugging you close to his chest and kissing you intently. 

“You know how much I love you, right?” he whispered.

“Of course. but what happened with Ayo that has you this shaken?” you were persistent.

“I’m free, baby. She said all the trigger words and nothing happened. I’m free.” he repeated as if not believing it himself yet.

You started crying, too at that moment. You knew how much that meant to him, hell how much it meant to you. He had full control of his life back. 

“I’m so proud of you babe. You deserve this so much. The past is finally behind you and we can start into a new future.”

“I love you.” he whispered into your hair and started kissing down your neck.

“Oh, okay. So that’s where you are going. Hmm, I like that. But let’s go inside first.”

You pushed him backwards until you reached the hut and inside your bed. You pushed him down and straddled his lap. He grabbed the seams of your blouse and tore it down the middle so the buttons flew in every direction. 

“Someone is needy, hm?” you whispered while grinding down on his boner. 

“Need you so bad.” he murmured 

“You know I would give you everything. Come and take what you want. I swear I won’t break.” you kissed him intensely again before he threw you around and you landed with your back on the mattress. 

The next thing he did was rid you both of your clothing. The look on his face was absolutely feral. 

“Need to breed you baby. Fuck a baby in you.” he groaned and your pussy clenched around nothing.

“Gotta prepare you first.” he slurred just as he pushed a finger into your dripping wet cunt.

And the moment his tongue touched your aching clit you came with a cry. But he didn’t stop there. No. He kept on flicking your nub with his tongue and added a second finger to stretch your walls for his girth.

“Getting you nice and wet, baby.” he moaned. When he hit that particular spot you arched your back and pushed your pussy further into his face. It didn’t take long for you to come again. You drenched his face in your juices which he happily licked off of his face.

He climbed up your body and on the way nipped at your breasts and left hickies on your neck. 

“I can’t hold on any longer. Gotta be inside you.” those words were the last warning before he breached your entrance and pushed his massive length inside your tight channel.

“Oh, fuck Bucky. So big. Shit.” you moaned loudly which seemed to spur him on.

He pummeled into you with all the force he could muster.

His blissed out face was all you ever wanted to see again.

His rhythm got erratic. You put your hand in his hair and coaxed him “Let go baby. We’ll be fine. I love you so much.” 

That was all it took for him to lose it and he spilled deep inside you.

He collapsed on top of you and then rolled to the side, not to crush you. You winced when he pulled out.

“That was amazing.” you breathed out. “Yeah. Best sex I ever had.” he agreed. 

You two lovebirds spent 6 more weeks in Wakanda. Then Bucky got his vibranium arm and you left Wakanda to go back to New York. No matter what you told yourself, you did miss your dad. 

But you definitely promised to come back every time you got the chance. 

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Surprise

Hi guys, I’m sorry for being inactive for such a long time. A lot has been going on. But here it finally is. A new fluffy piece which I thought of writing for a while. I hope you enjoy. 

Pairing: Bucky x Rogers!Reader

Warnings: dubcon, implied rape, angst, hydra, kidnapping, fluff

Words: 2783

“No not again. You can’t do this to me again! He needs me. Please stop it!” you sobbed as they strapped you into the cryo machine. “Please! I do whatever you say but please let me back to Bucky and my daughter! I can’t leave them alone.” 

Then they closed the glass door and started the freezing process.

It was cold. So unbelievably cold. You shivered all over. You opened your eyes and looked ahead through a milky glass window into a room that looked like an industrial hall inside a factory but it was vacant. 

Then you heard someone call your name: “Y/N? Y/N?” you recognized that voice instantly. Bucky. The love of your life. You were confused and couldn’t make out if his voice came from somewhere in the room or if it was just your mind playing tricks on you. Then you saw him, Blurry and different from the last time you had seen him, but undeniably him. “Hold on I’ll get ou out of there.” he said while pushing some buttons on a control panel.

The next moment the glass window slid back and revealed the concerned and handsome face of one James Buchanan Barnes. 

"Y/N? How?" He asked, obviously shocked to see you.

"Long story. Hey Bucky it's good to see you. I thought I'd lost you a long time ago." Your voice sounded thick from disuse but you smiled at him. “What year is it?”

"Tell me about it." He smirked and helped you out of the contraption. "It’s 2017.”

"I was frozen for 20 years?.” you asked, unbelieving.

“Looks like it. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there but how did you even end up in this situation and in hydras claws?” he asked in return.

“Well, After Steve had become Captain America and you two became war heroes and you supposedly died, I was approached by a man. He never told me his name. He said that you weren't dead and that I could be reunited with you. I know now that I was stupidly naive and should have kicked him in the groin but I didn't cause I was desperate. I had lost so much - I had lost everything." You looked downwards, pushing down some tears at the memory.

"So hydra took you because of your affiliation with Steve and me." He looked angry at himself.

"Probably, but I was stupid enough to go with him willingly instead of running the opposite direction. 

“Although they would have probably gotten me anyway." After that you didn't really wanna keep talking and he immediately caught on.

"What is it Y/N? I can still tell when something is up with you." 

“It’s nothing Buck. I just sometimes feel like I don’t belong here. I mean I missed decades which nobody can get me back. I missed out on a whole life with you and my brother.” you were close to tears. Bucky knew that something else was on your mind but he accepted that you didn’t wanna talk about it yet.

“So you want to go see Steve? He’ll probably be so excited to see you.” Bucky asked, smiling.

“That sounds like a great idea.” he stretched out his hand and you took it following him down a long corridor.

“I’m coming out now Steve and I have a surprise. Don’t panic!” he suddenly said and motioned to his earpiece so you knew he was talking on coms.”

You couldn't hear Steve's response but you knew he was probably confused with Bucky's statement.

When the outside metal doors swung open and you and Bucky stepped into the bright light of day you had to close your eyes against the sun.

Then you heard your name being called again this time by your brother and Bucky sti holding your hand gripped just a bit tighter for reassurance.

“How is that possible?” Steve asked in disbelief before breaking out of his stupor and embracing you in a tight hug.   

“Oh, how I missed your hugs Stevie. And can I tell you the rest later? I could really use a glass of water and something to eat. I’m starving.” you grinned at your brother.

“Of course. Let’s get you out of here.” before you could intervene Steve had picked you up and was carrying you to their jet. 

They handed you a blanket and some food and water on the Quinjet and then the flight home began. 

Staking out the old hydra command center had never intentionally been a rescue mission. They didn’t know someone alive was still in there. Steve and Bucky had just been supposed to get as much information as they could and then get out of there.

When the Jet touched down they carried you out and towards medbay where you met Dr. Cho and Dr. Banner who examined you closely after such a long time frozen. 

Surprisingly everything was alright and Bucky and Steve could bring you to their apartment inside the compound.

“I’m sorry darling but I have to go meet the others for debriefing. This mission did not at all end as we had thought and the others need to know what happened. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” he promised with a kiss to your head.

You were left with Bucky who made you a cup of tea while you took a shower and snuggled up into one of his hoodies and some sweatpants.

“We definitely need to buy you your own clothes soon although you look very pretty in mine.” he winked at you. 

“So what do you remember from the last decades? You said the last time they froze you was in the mid 90’s? But what did they want from you the rest of the time?” Bucky asked while sipping on his own tea, sitting next to you on his bed.”

“You really don’t remember?” you asked him.

“No. What should I remember?” he looked concerned.

You set your cup down on the nightstand and sighed loudly.

“I thought so, or you would have probably tried to find me earlier.”

“Where is he? You told me I could see him!” you yelled angrily at the hydra agent in front of you.

“Patience Ms. Rogers. He is being prepared.”

“Prepared? Prepared for what? Just let me see him!” you desperately ordered.

The man didn’t say another word when another man, looking like a doctor or scientist stepped out of a door on the far end of the hallway.

“Ms. Rogers? Come with me please.” he beckoned you and you followed anxiously.

The room you walked into was dimly lit, you looked around until your eyes fell onto a chair with straps and in it sat a hunched figure with a metal arm. As you looked closer you recognized his facial features. “Bucky!” you yelled and his head shot up. 

“What are you..? NO!!!” he suddenly burst out “What did you do?” he was not talking to you anymore but to the men around you. 

“What is wrong James? You’re scaring me.” you whispered and kneeled down in front of him.

“Look, you gotta get out of here. They want to hurt you to get to me. I’m sorry this happened to you!” He had tears in his eyes.

“What are you talking about? They brought me back to you! I love you so much and I have already lost Steve. I can’t lose you again, too.” 

“What do you mean you lost Steve?” he stared at you desperately.

“He is dead, Bucky. Crashed with a plane somewhere in the Atlantik.” you were close to tears telling him that.

Before you could say another word an agent came from behind you and pulled you away from Bucky.

“Enough with the chit chat.” he bellowed. “You, Soldier, better do what we want from you or she will suffer. Do you want that?”

Then the penny suddenly dropped. They lured you in as bait to pressure Bucky in doing their bidding. You were so stupid! 

“So the next years they tried to break you by breaking me over and over.” you didn’t specify how but Bucky caught on what you meant and clenched his jaw and fists, latter hard enough to break the empty mug. 

“Once they had finally succeeded in making you their puppet because I couldn’t take it anymore, they gave me to you as a treat after a successful mission.” by that time big tears were rolling down your cheeks. 

“I’m so sorry, doll. This should have never happened to you.” he was angry enough to punch a hole in the wall but he didn’t want to startle you. Instead he took you in his arms and let you sob into his shoulder. 

Reliving all those terrible memories was enough to break the toughest of people but seeing the guilt in Bucky’s eyes made you so angry and feeling so helpless at the same time. 

“Bucky, I want you to know that this was never your fault. I never blamed you so please don’t blame yourself either. I still love you so much.” you kissed him then deeply to let him feel all the pent up emotion in your heart.

After that confession he took care of the mug pieces and tossed them away. 

When he came back to the bedroom you were fast asleep, tears drying on your cheeks. He closed the bedroom door and went to find Steve. He needed someone to talk to.

When he came back to his room with Steve trailing behind you were still asleep. Bucky got rid of his gear and snuggled up to you while Steve went to bed in his own room. 

The next morning everything looked better already. Although there was still a very bis secret you kept from everyone. You didn’t really know why though. Maybe because you did not want him to feel even more guilty. Maybe to protect yourself from the reality that you would probably never meet your daughter. She would be 25 this year…

Not knowing what happened to her was the worst pain anyone could ever feel.

Was she dead? Or still alive somewhere? 

You lived for weeks between Avengers and Employees at the compound but the thought that you owed Bucky the news that he had a daughter never left you alone. So on her birthday you couldn’t take it anymore.

Bucky came into the apartment that evening. You had made a cake with 25 candles burning brightly on top.

“What’s going on, doll?” he asked. “We are both a bit too old for 25 candles” he grinned.

You swallowed thickly before replying: “But our daughter isn’t.” 

In that moment all Bucky could hear was white noise. 

“What did you say?” he asked.

“Our daughter was born on 16th of September 1992. They took her away from me just before they froze me again in 1997.” you sobbed silently.

“What is her name?”

“Rebecca.” you sniffled.

“You named her after my sister?” he smiled and pushed a strand of hair out of your face.

“Of course. She was my friend and I felt closer to you.” you smiled shyly.

“You don’t know what happened to her, do you?”

“No, I just remember her screaming while they pulled her away from me. And someone saying that a bright future awaited her.” 

“Hmm, I will ask around. Over the past years we have found a lot of intel and records from hydra. Maybe they mention her somewhere and where she was brought to. I promise you that I will do everything I can to find her.” he kissed you lovingly on the forehead.

Over the next weeks Bucky looked through every Hydra file he could find and filtered it for mentions of his daughter but to no avail.

“Barnes, what are you doing there?” Natasha asked him suddenly, standing in the doorway. 

“If you have to know, I have a daughter with Y/N and hydra took her away from Y/N in 1997. I’m trying to find out where she is.” he grumbled at the redhead.

“I might be able to help you with that. In 1997 I was in the middle of my training at the red room. We always got new girls and sometimes even from hydra. I realized that now because I remember seeing crates and bags with their logo on them which arrived with little girls. One of them could have been her.” 

“What? That could actually be true. Alright, are there any records which I can get my hands on?” Nat had his full attention by then. 

“Actually I took down the red room not too long ago and I recovered the identities of all widows which are undercover all over the world. At the moment we are trying to free them because they are under the influence of a chemical mind control. What is your daughter's name? They usually keep those.” she exclaimed.

“Her name is Rebecca but I don’t know if they changed her last name. Thank you for your help Natasha.” 

“No trouble. I’ll go check it out right now.” 

2 Days and you still hadn’t heard from Nat. You started to become anxious and restless. Already thinking of the worst case scenario. What if she was dead and Nat couldn’t bring herself to tell you?

On day 3 you were just cooking lunch as there was a knock on the apartment door. Cooking and baking always calmed you and took your mind of things

“Hi Y/N, is Bucky there too?” Nat asked and you spotted the files in her hand. 

“Yes, he is. Bucky? Nat is here.” you turned toward the bedroom.

He immediately came running.

“Did you find her?” he asked.

“Sit! Then I’ll tell you everything.”

You turned off the stove and then sat down on the couch.

Natasha spread the files papers on the coffee table. 

“So I searched in the intel I had gathered for the name Rebecca but came up with nothing.After I had hit a wall for a day or so, not knowing what to search for I had a dream. Sometimes they can be very interesting. I remembered in 1998 an approximately 6 year old girl with a strength no one could fathom. Then I thought, what if she had inherited Bucky’s super strength from the serum? And I did more research. And guys, I found her. She was a widow until she went rogue about 4 years ago. She went under the radar but I have my spies everywhere. Here is her location. Her name was Alaina. Do you want me to come with you? She might trust me.” Nat finished.

“That would be great. Can we go now?” you jumped up from your seat and grabbed for your jacket.

“Of course , doll. Let’s go!” Bucky was just as excited.  

A 5 hour flight later, in the middle of nowhere in the German countryside, the Quinjet touched down.

Excited and anxiously you stepped off the plane. 

“She is living in that farmhouse over there. I will go ahead. You stay behind me okay?” Nat suggested.

Slowly you walked over to  the building. As a former widow she was probably very paranoid and had built traps of some kind.

Natasha knocked on the door. “Alaina? Are you home?” she called. “My name is Natasha. I was a widow, just like you and I brought someone who would like to meet you.” she called out.

No sound came from the house until a voice sounded from behind you.

“Who are you? And what do you want?” then the sound of a shotgun loaded could be heard.

You turned around and she gasped. “Mom?” she let the gun drop to the ground and stepped toward you.

“My baby.” you choked and opened your arms.

The picture was really weird because your daughter almost looked older than you.

“You found me.” she sniffled.

“And you remember me. Of course we found you. Bucky come over here.” you called.

Reluctantly he inched closer. 

“Sweety, this is your dad, Bucky.” you introduced and she launched herself into his arms which he hadn’t expected and stumbled a little backwards. 

“Slowly, darling. We have all eternity together.” you smiled at her stroking her hair.

That night you spent sitting in her living room catching up on your lives and just being genuinely happy for once. Before you packed all of Rebecca’s stuff together and flew home to the compound with her. 

After so many years of horror and spending apart you could finally be together again. 

[multiplefandomfics]

Kidnapped

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!reader

Warnings: Dubcon, smut, A/B/O dynamics, age gap, underage, forcefully induced heat, mind control, hypocrisy, breeding kink, knotting, trauma, hydra

Words: 3615

A/N: Hi guys, so this is my first attempt at ABO. I’ve read a lot of those so I hope I’ll get this right. So don’t be too hard on me. And now enjoy.

Omegas had become almost extinct. More and more kids were born who turned out betas and the rest were almost always alphas. So maybe it is easy to understand that when you turned out to be an omega at the age of 17 your value to your mother suddenly skyrocketed. 

Your other siblings were all betas but you were suddenly special. The first heat your body put you through was a terrible strain on your body and took a lot of strength from you. A whole week was spent in delirium between fever and hallucinations. Your mother, a beta herself, had no idea how to help you and asked your family’s doctor for help.

He was very interested in you and your presentation and handed your mother a number to call. 

A week later two very polite men who looked like they had fallen out of a 1940s crime movie, stood in front of your door. 

“Mrs. Y/L/N? You have contacted us to take a look at your omega daughter?” the taller of the two asked.

“Yes. Please come in. We are in desperate need of advice. Her first heat was so terrible and I don’t know what to do if this gets even worse.” The men followed your mother to the livingroom and took the seats offered to them. 

“Our facility is very well equipped and we are very skilled in dealing with young omegas. We would be able to monitor her closely and give her the right suppressants to quell her natural heats.” one of them explained. 

“So you would take her with you?” your mother sounded sceptical. “Would we be able to see her? And when would she return home?” she asked.

The men shared a glance before continuing “She will be able to call once in a while and we will try our best to get her hormones in check and her home quickly.” the man ensured her. 

Your mother hesitated and the men noticed so they changed their tactic. 

“Mrs. Y/L/N. Your daughter is suffering badly and it will only get worse. We are the only ones who can actually help her. There aren’t a lot of experts in the field of A/B/O dynamics left. We definitely are your best shot. And if it helps to convince you, we can pay you handsomely for taking your daughter and giving her a shot at a normal life. How does 250.000$ sound?” your mother almost choked on her tea. “You want to pay me a quarter million dollars for her? You think I would sell my own daughter?” she was enraged, jumping up from her chair. “I want you to leave my house immediately.”

“Consider our offer for a moment please. We could help your daughter and learn from her case and you could finally sell off the mortgage to this house. We know that if you don’t take our money now you will have to move out soon. Do you want to move into a 3 room apartment with 4 children?” They knew a lot about your family which irritated your mother but she also quickly understood that they were right. 

After your father had died in Afghanistan 3 years ago it had not been easy for your family.

As a single mom of 4 and just a part time job at a dentist's office she worried greatly how to make a future for them. The money from the strange men would take a lot of those worries away from her. 

“Maybe you are right. She will come back to us quickly, right?” she asked to quell her guilty conscience.

“Of course, Mrs Y/L/N. She would be back in no time at all. We are very successful in what we do.” the men knew they had her in their grasp. 

“Alright then. I will go upstairs and explain everything to her and then I think it is best when you take her immediately.” she got up and went upstairs.

A few moments later they heard yelling and then crying from upstairs. But suddenly it was quiet. 

Another few minutes later you stumbled down the stairs, cowering behind your mother who held a duffel bag with some of your clothes and personal things. 

“Hello Y/N. How are you feeling?” the taller man smiled at you.

“I’m okay, thank you. So I will go with you?” she asked back. “And you can help me with my biology?” You seemed very innocent to the men and they were sure that you had no idea what your intended purpose was in this world. 

“Indeed we will make you more comfortable with your presentation. You will be able to return home quickly.” they ensured you too.

“Alright then.” you gave in. “Tell Joe, Lea and Maya that I love them and I will see them soon.” you instructed your mother and she nodded with tears in her eyes.

The men lead you to their car. The whole ride was silent. You looked out the window and saw landscapes passing by. The driver took so many turns that it didn’t take long for you to be completely confused and you had lost your orientation. 

The journey seemed to take forever and at some point you closed your eyes and fell asleep. 

You awoke disoriented and confused. You were laying on a bed in a sterile white room without a window but an adjoined bathroom. You sat up slowly to take in more of your surroundings. When you had decided to venture out further you noticed that the door was locked. You were trapped. Panic rose in your veins. What did that mean? Was this a kidnapping? 

Just when you were about to have a mental breakdown the door was unlocked and a man you had never seen before stepped inside. 

“Hello Miss Y/L/N. How are you feeling?” he asked you.

“Y/N is fine. I’m okay but why was the door locked?” you asked hesitantly.

“We didn’t mean to startle you. It was to your own protection. The compound we are currently in is comparable to a labyrinth. We just didn’t want you to get lost. Someone is going to come by later and give you a tour of the rooms you need to know. I am here to check out your vitals and ask you some questions. Is that alright with you?” He seemed nice enough.

“Ehm, yes it’s alright, I guess.” you sat back down on the bed while he took a seat on a chair. 

“Very well, how long ago was your first heat?” Those kinds of questions seemed very personal but after all they wanted to help you.

“My first heat was about 2 weeks ago. It was awful. Hurt so much and lasted about 6 days.”

“Good, that is interesting information. Have you been intimate with a male before?”

You swallowed thickly “No never.”

“So no potential alpha around?”

“No.”

“Good, good. Is someone in your family an omega?”

“No, I am the only one as far as I know.”

“That is quite rare. Normally this is hereditary. I will take your pulse, blood pressure and temperature now.”

After the doctor had left someone came and took you to a room where you were served some dinner.

The night you spent tossing and turning. So many thoughts coursed through your head until you fell asleep of exhaustion. 

You were rudely awoken by the cold neon lights being turned on. They ripped you out of a nice dream and you inwardly cursed them for it. 

“Good morning Y/N. Did you sleep well?” the voice of a tall blonde female doctor- or agent, or whatever, you were still not sure where these people belonged to- reached your ears.

“Good morning. I had some trouble sleeping. I felt somehow on edge. Probably the new surroundings.” you shrugged.

“That is possible. I need you to get dressed. Breakfast is ready and then we will start with your training and testing of different medications.” she smiled and you did as she asked.

Breakfast consisted of fruit and porridge and then they took you into the opposite direction of your room. 

You were led down multiple corridors until you reached a doctors room. 

“Hello Y/N. Please remove your shirt and lay down.” The doctor said. She was the first person in this organization who smelled different than the others you had met. Everyone else had a neutral scent other than her and it wasn’t a perfume but you couldn’t place it and let it go for now.

“So you are an omega.That’s why they brought you to me. I presented as an omega too when I was 16 years old. My biology dictated my life for years and that’s why I am quite happy that we can make it easier for you before it gets too bad to handle.” that explained the different smell.

“I don’t want to sound rude, but you are not on suppressants right?” she shook her head no. “I thought you smelled different. So that’s one of my superpowers as an omega?” you joked.

“Indeed it is. Do you have any more questions?” she saw your hesitation. “Don’t be shy. You can ask me anything.”

“Ehm… well during my first heat… I felt really hot and I had those very explicit fever dreams and then my body produced this… fluid out of my… ehm… you know.” you pointed toward your groin.

“Yes, I know what you mean. When you are in heat your body longs for a mate. Preferably an alpha to satiate your natural urges. The slick that your body produces is only a natural lubricant to make it easier for the alpha to slide in without hurting you.” she explained.

“So my only purpose in this world is basically to mate and give a few children to some alpha?” you asked unbelievingly.

“Not necessarily. We could find the right meds and suppressants for you and you could live your life alone until you decided it was time for a family or not. Your choice.”

“I like the way that sounds. So when do we start?” you asked exited.

“We will start right now. I am going to administer your first shot of a medication which will make you feel better.” 

She put on some latex gloves and prepared a syringe with a clear fluid.

“Alright, don’t move now please. I will give this right into your upper arm muscle.” said done. It stung a little but if that actually worked it was definitely worth it.

“All done. I will bring you back to your room now. These meds need some time to settle and you might feel a little uncomfortable later.” 

When you had arrived at your room she sent you inside with the words -“Someone will have an eye on you the next few hours. I will see you soon.” and locked the door behind you again. For your own protection they had said…

Before you had time to think about all of this your head hit the pillow and you were fast asleep. 

The next time you woke up you were in terrible pain. Your abdomen was cramping and your throat was bone dry. That could only mean one thing: the heat was back. But that should have been impossible. It wasn’t due for another 2-3 weeks. But here you were, sweating, hurting and in desperate need for something you weren’t ready for.

You didn’t even get the chance to get out of bed before the door flew open and two men grabbed you to pull you behind them. You were too weak to fight them when they pushed you into another cell which looked almost the same as yours. Only in that one someone was waiting for you.

The moment you were pushed into the room his eyes shot toward you, almost hidden under his shoulder long brown hair. His nostrils flared as he took in your potent scent.

“Omega.” he breathed and his pupils dilated.

He looked downright feral so you shrunk into the corner next to the closed and locked door. Though he really tried to hold himself together. You knew that he wanted to give into these primal urges the omega in you tried to push you to, too. 

Suddenly he wiped the hair off of his face and you had a first clear glance at his handsome face. And to your amazement you recognized him from your class trip to the Smithsonian Museum in Washington D.C. the year before. 

His name was James ‘Bucky’ Barnes and he had fought in the 107th infantry in WWII. He had also been Steve Rogers- or as most people know him, Captain America’s- best friend and later part of the Howling Commandos. The only thing that didn’t add up here was the fact that he was supposedly dead since 1943. 

But you were so sure that the man standing before you was not a ghost as much as you were sure that he was not the same man who had gone to war in the 40’s. 

“James?” you whispered. He cocked his head so he must have heard you but he didn’t know what to do with your question.

“You are James Barnes born on March 10th in 1917. You don’t remember?” you asked in a louder voice.

“No.” he tried to sound secure but you could hear his voice slightly wavering. 

You wanted to help him so you took the risk and stepped closer. It might seem strange, standing in front of this intimidating hunk of a man, and feeling safe. The pain in your body had also almost disappeared. 

“What do you remember?” you asked him. He seemed really nervous by now, always trying to scent you.

“Pain. Missions. Training.” was all he said and you felt really bad for him.

“I am sorry to hear that. Do you want me to tell you everything I can remember about you? Maybe you will gain back some memory. And maybe you can tell me who these people are and why they forced me into heat early.” in that moment another terrible cramp invaded your lower abdomen and your legs gave out. But before your body could hit the ground his arms caught you and he carried you to his bed.

“Mhh omega you smell delicious. Can barely hold back.” he mumbled into the crook of your neck and you felt it too. The tall alpha seemed to somehow soothe the ache inside you but it wasn’t enough. 

In that moment you just let the omega in you take over. You started pulling frantically on his and your clothes until they were lying long forgotten on the floor of the dusty room.

“Need you ‘mega. You’re mine.” he growled at the sight of your boobs.

“Alpha please make it stop.” you whimpered and he growled louder at you calling him by his presentation. 

You let your biology completely rule you and followed your instinct. Crawling onto your hands and knees pushing your face into the pillow and your ass in the air. 

“Good omega. Presenting for your alpha.” his approval made you mewl.

He was quick to get behind you. In this state there was no foreplay needed. 

His right hand grabbed your buttcheek. It was soft and warm. When the index finger of his left hand followed your spine from the neck down you shuddered at the cold metal. 

“Tell me ‘mega, have you ever been with an alpha?” he asked while stroking a flesh finger through your glistening folds.

“No alpha. Haven’t been with anyone.” the realisation that you were a virgin let him hesitate for a second.

“Mhh I’m gonna make that virgin pussy feel so good. You want my cock ‘mega?”

“Yes, alpha please. Make the pain stop.” you begged him.

He took that invitation and slowly pushed the head of his massive length against your opening. “Relax ‘mega. I won’t hurt you.” his pressure got harder and then he slid in. The pain was intense for a moment until he slid in further. It felt like your channel was made for him. 

“Fuck doll you’re tight. Squeezing me so good. Gonna breed you ‘mega. You want that? Me filling you with pups.” he groaned and your channel squeezed him tighter in confirmation. 

In that heat of the moment none of you cared that this might be a bad idea.

He sped up his thrusts and your moans got even louder when he hit that magical spot inside you. 

“Feels so good.” you mewled.

“Come ‘mega! Come for me!” he commanded and something that had waited for his okay snapped. Your pussy clamped around him and he pushed in that bit deeper. His knot popped and he filled you with his cum all the while pulling you up with his metal arm across your chest and biting into your neck hard enough to break the skin, laying claim to you.

When you both had come down from your highs he rolled you over to lay on your side. He was still locked snug inside you and that would probably stay like that for a while. 

“You wanted me to tell you why they brought you here. The answer is for this exact cause. They want to keep me- or rather my alpha- in check. And they want to find out if the serum can be inherited.” he suddenly spoke up after a long pause.

“And do you want them to do that?” your question seemed to shock him a little.

“I didn’t expect that question. No one has ever asked me what I thought. And no! If we have pups I don’t want them to be treated the way I was. We would never know what happened to them.” he said sadly.

“Then let’s get out of here.” His knot had finally gotten down which gave you enough room to turn around.

“How? I may be able to vanish on my next mission but I won’t be able to take you with me.”

“Then play the part. They don’t know that you remember who you are. So when you get out of here the next time you get help and get me out later.”

“And who do you think would help me? A murderer.” he let his head hang low. 

“Steve Rogers. He was found a few years ago and has most recently been working with a group of people who call themselves The Avengers. I know you have the possibilities to find Steve and get him onto your side to help. Until then you will have to pretend you are still the brainwashed assassin they created because if they notice you will be put on ice or erased again.”

“I gotta admit that does sound like a plan. I will try everything in my power to succeed. I promise that I will get you out of here. Unscathed. You are my omega now. That means something to me.” he kissed the top of your head. 

“Thank you- Bucky. Is it fine when I call you that while we are alone?”  you asked him.

“Yes sure. I love when you say my name.” and then he gifted you with one of his rare smiles. 

The next few days were spent almost the same way. Until your heat was down. They took him away from you and you didn’t see him for at least 6 weeks. Hard to keep track of time without daylight.

They had brought you back to your room and you didn’t see any of the old doctors you had seen before your forcefully induced heat. They probably thought you would attack them. 

In week 7 they finally found out that their plan had worked. You were indeed pregnant. Oh, how you wanted to tell Bucky but everytime you asked for him they shut you down.

More weeks passed by. They didn’t tell you anything. Not even about the baby. 

By esteemed week 22 you were able to feel the pup kicking in your tummy and you were talking to him or her. You missed Bucky more and more. Up to the point where you thought they had wiped him again and he had failed your mission. 

One night you were awoken by chaos outside your door. Before you could get up the door bust in and in the frame stood Captain America himself. The relief you felt in that moment could hardly be measured. 

“Captain Rogers. I’m so glad to see you.” you expressed your feelings.

“Good to meet you Y/N.” he smiled at you then spoke into the comms inside his ear “I’ve got her. Room 503. She’s fine.” then he came over and insisted on carrying you out of the building. 

Somewhere on the way to the Quinjet you met Bucky again.

“Bucky! You`re alright! Oh, thank God. I missed you. And I’m pregnant. We did it.” you beamed at him.

“You’re alright too. I love you. Let's get you home.” he took you from Steve’s arms and carried you inside the jet.

A few months later you and Bucky moved into an apartment with your son and daughter.

[multiplefandomfics]

Finally

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: smut, Sargent kink, metal arm kink, slight dub-con,

Words: 2087

I had worked at Stark Industries since I left college. I was really good with computers and technology in general. Hence the scholarship to MIT. Tony Stark had found me there personally to recruit. I had been working there ever since.

Tony was a little eccentric… okay a lot but he was nice enough and payed very well. He even took me with him to the Avengers tower and later to the compound after the tower was destroyed, to work alongside him and Bruce Banner. It was magical.

After I helped them a lot fighting Thors’ handsome brother Loki in the battle of New York I officially became an honorary Avenger and moved into the compound. It was so surreal. Breakfast with Captain America, training with Black Widow and giving Thor and insight into popculture from earth. I loved the life at the compound.

One evening I went on a girls night out with Natasha, Wanda and Pepper. We dressed up and they put a shit ton of make up on my face. To me I looked ridiculous but the male population at home seemed to like it. Th guys shamelessly ogled me. They didn’t see me like that very often. I didn’t really care about any of their stares. Only one certain dark haired beauty constantly made me blush when he checked me out. I had a thing for Bucky since I moved here. I was so embarrassed because I thought he’d never want me like that. I was not skinny like Nat or Wanda nor did I have their charm. I was a total geek which I had no problem with but Bucky was drop-dead gorgeous. Why should he ever be interested in me? I never told anyone of my crush not even Nat and she had grown to be my best friend in the whole world. We arrived at the club at around 10.30 pm and it wasn’t too full yet so we sat at the bar and raised our blood alcohol level. After two beers and four shots I started to loosen up and grabbed both girls hands to go dancing. The mood was hot we danced closely and carefree. Celebrating our day off from saving the world.

“I have the biggest on him you know?” I slurred. “On who?” Wanda screamed over the music. “Bucky of course.” I explained as if that had been obvious. Nat opened her mouth as if to say something else but I interrupted her: “Oh my god! That’s our jam!” I almost wooed. That was the end of the conversation.

Suddenly I felt someone solid press against me from behind. I didn’t know who it was and I couldn’t turn around. Panic filled I looked at the girls when I felt the guy behind me kiss my shoulder blade. Pepper just smiled at me and Nat and Wanda had a look on their face like “go and get some girl”. So I let myself flow with it. They would have rescued me if something wasn’t right with him. At the end of the song he whipped me around and I was staring in the eyes of no other than Bucky Barnes himself. I must have had an obviously shocked expression on my face which made him smirk. “Hey doll!” he whispered in my ear. Doll? Was he serious? My panties were soaked immediately. In an instant I was sober again. He stared intensely at me with those big puppy dog eyes and I wanted to melt. “Wanna dance doll?” I just nodded still unable to form proper words. We started dancing to the rather slow song coming out of the speakers. It really helped me relax into him and before long I had my arms loosely around his neck and our faces were inches apart. The girls had vanished with knowing looks on their faces. “Wanna get out of here? it’s so loud. I’d like to talk.” he suddenly whisper yelled in my ear. “Sure!” I said confidently I really wanted to have a normal conversation plus I needed some water. He took my hand and pulled me away from the dance floor. But before we could completely leave another guy I had never seen before grabbed my ass harshly and slurred “Fine piece of as ya go there. Wanna go some where for a quicky?” I was disgusted but before I could say a word Bucky was in front of me. Between the asshole and me. I didn’t take Bucky for a macho but he flexed his muscles and you could smell testosterone in that moment. He even showed his metal arm that I thought was sexy as hell but normally he hid it from the world as a bad memory to his former hydra days but to ensure my safety he did anything. The problem was that the guy was really fucking drunk and didn’t even notice the threat in form of 260lb Bucky Barnes in front of him. He just pushed further: “Hey shithead let me to her she ain’t yours you just met her tonight.” it was so creepy that the drunk had observed me all night. “She is more mine than she’ll ever be yours.” Bucky gritted out through his teeth. It was so cute of him to defend me. So 40s actually. “You wanna fight? let’s do this.” the madmen provoked. If glances could kill the man would have been long dead. “Buck come on let’s go. You don’t need to do this.” I convinced him. He was mature enough to let it go and turned around to leave but the drunk couldn’t let it go and punched Bucky square across the face. I just sighed and rolled my eyes at the guy as Bucky lunched at him and threw a punch back. At least he used his right hand not the metal one or the mans head would have been bashed in. Immediately security came rushing towards us and friendly asked Bucky and me to go before they called an ambulance for the man on the floor. So we left, grabbed a cab and drove back to the compound. “You alright?” he asked me in the car. “Yeah. It was a little strange though. Thanks for saving me.” “Anyone would have done the same.” he replied and blushed a bit. “No they wouldn’t have. You’re a true gentleman Bucky Barnes. I appreciate your help.” I said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Which seemed PG-13 if you considered the way we had danced earlier. “Can I kiss you properly?” he asked shyly. “If you want to.” I was a little shy now myself. He did what he had asked for and took my face into his hands and pressed his lips to mine. His hands stood in stark contrast to each other. One smooth and warm and the other cold and hard. I could hear the whirring sound of the metal plates shifting in his left one. I really had a kink for that thing. The kiss got more and more heated until we arrived. I threw some bills at the driver and we made our way inside and to my room. It was the last on the left at the upper floor. The moment the door behind us closed his hands were on my hips again. He grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head “No panties doll? Naughty girl!” he observed. He dragged the middle finger of his flesh hand through my folds and groaned at the wetness gathering there. “All for me baby?” “Yes Sargent all for you!” I tried to get him to pleasure me finally. He growled deeply in his throat and pushed me back on the bed. “I want you to sit on my face doll.” oh god I wanted that too. I had thought of him between my legs more than once but the real deal was so much better than I could have ever imagined. He laid on his back and I straddled his face. It was so strange that he was still fully clothed but I wasn’t gonna object then. I flung my bra across the room and touched my breasts as he pulled me down on his mouth and dove right in. The first contact of his tongue on my clit was like heaven. His strong hands on my thighs controlled my moving. Before long I was squirming like a fish in a net. This made him see that I was really close but I couldn’t form words to tell him. As he pushed one of his metal fingers inside my slick channel my orgasm broke over me. I gushed over his face and he was happy to lap everything up. He was still pumping his fingers inside me and holding me with the other arm even though I was very oversensitive after the intense orgasm I had just had. “Stop Bucky please. It’s too much.” I whined and he let me go as I fell to the mattress next to him. “that was just.. wow.” I panted and he licked his lips smiling. “You smell and taste fantastic doll so thanks to you too.” Soon I was eager again and grabbed for his clothes “You’re wearing too much sarge.” I said seductively. He let me undress him and then he was in an instant on top of me. Attacking my neck with kisses and nips that would turn into lovebites eventually. But I couldn’t care less. I wanted everyone to see who I belonged to from then on. “You ready?” he was as impatient as I was and I nodded. So he started to push past my barrier. I moaned in pain and pleasure “You’re so big sarge. Feels so good.” I moaned loudly. I couldn’t and I didn’t want to hold the noise back. He grunted in restrain. Bucky didn’t wanna hurt me so he went very slowly but at one point it was just too slow so I pushed my heels into his ass to draw him deeper. He got the hint and started moving faster and faster it was heaven. He hit my g-spot dead on. His length reached depths I never knew a man could reach. The pain and pleasure I felt when he hit my cervix was enough to push me into an amazing second orgasm. I clenched around him and that made his movements stutter. He suddenly pulled out of me and came all over my breast and stomach. It was sticky but oh so hot. He panted loudly and laid next to me on his back for a minute before getting up and taking a wet wash cloth out of the on suite bathroom to clean me up. I thanked him for it and felt my eyelids getting heavy. “So you mine now doll?” he suddenly asked into the silence. “I always was.” I answered truthfully and kissed him one last time. He smiled satisfied. “Good night.” I said before I finally drifted off.

The next morning I awoke with a slight hangover and a sore feeling between my legs. Slowly memories from last night came flooding back. I felt happier than I had ever been. Bucky was still snoring next to me so I got up silently, grabbed some comfy clothes and ventured towards the kitchen. I was so hungry after the events of the night before. I met Natasha and Wanda there drinking coffee and talking until they noticed me in Bucky boxer shorts and a t-shirt. “Mornin’” I grumbled because I knew I was in for a hell of a conversation. “So you and Bucky caused some trouble last night at the club.” Wanda remarked. “Yeah and then you were gone so fast we couldn’t even wish good night.” Nat chimed in. “I assume you did it last night. So how was it?” she added. “A lady enjoys and remains silent.” I winked at them. Suddenly I felt Buckys’ familiar hands on my hips and he murmured a “good morning doll.” in my ear. I smiled and bid him good morning as well. I just ignored the girls. Then a happy Steve came rushing through the door. “Mornin everyone. Did you all sleep well?” then his eyes fell on Bucky and me in close embrace and he just threw his hands in the air and called out “Finally!”

[multiplefandomfics]

Change for the better

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC!Amelia

Warnings: cheating, angst, smut, swearing, sub/dom undertones, sir kink, size kink, unprotected sex

Words: 2169

Moving to London hadn’t been easy. Leaving friends, family and everything that had been familiar behind to start fresh. But it had been necessary. 

Let’s start a few weeks earlier, shall we?

“Darling? I’m home. I made it earlier than I thought. The surgery fell flat. Patient died before I could cut him open. Such a shame. Would have been a really cool surgery.” Amelia called through the two story townhouse. 

“Jake? Where are you?” she followed the music to the bedroom door and pushed it open. She stepped inside and heard giggling and laughter from the en suite bathroom. In that moment she knew exactly what was going on. Still she wanted to confirm it so she opened the halfway open bathroom door fully and there they were. Her fiance Jake and Amelia’s favorite scrub nurse Olive in the bathtub together. 

“Are you fucking serious? I work 15 hours everyday to finance your lazy ass and that’s how you thank me? Screwing my OR nurse? You are unbelievable, asshole!! I’m done with this- with us! I’m leaving.” she yelled furiously. She grabbed most of her clothes and other things, threw them in suitcases and duffel bags and crammed them into her car. 

“Baby wait!” Jake had stumbled out of the house behind her. “I’m sorry this was a one time thing. I love you. We are getting married in 6 weeks. Surly you don’t want to blow that off.” he tried to convince her.

“You think I still want to marry you after you fucked that little whore in my house? And that’s what it is by the way. MY house. I want you out by the end of the week you can leave the keys on the kitchen table. I never want to see you again. Goodbye Jake.” and with those words she had gotten into her car and left him standing there in his bathrobe.

She was seeing red and did not have a goal to reach. She did not want to see her parents because her mother was an arrogant bitch who only thought about what the neighbors would think about her breaking off the engagement. Her mother would probably make her marry the cheating bastard anyways. 

So she kept on driving. 16 hours and a ferry boat ride later and she arrived totally exhausted in London. She always wanted to see the town again and now was the time. 

She had found a hotel where she could park her car in a garage and went to check in. 

“Good morning. I’d like to check in please.” Amelia asked, friendly.

“Good morning. Of course. Do you have a reservation?” the desk clerk smiled broadly.

“No, unfortunately not. I came here spontaneously. Is that a problem?” 

“Not at all Miss. I just need your ID or Passport and Credit Card to check you in.” she kept on smiling so sickly sweet.

“Alright, sure. Here you go.” she handed her cards over. 

20 minutes later she had her car parked inside the garage, her stuff in her room and was face planting the bed. She fell asleep almost instantly.

When she woke up the sun was almost setting but she felt rested and decided to find a bar or pub to drink and maybe get laid.

She took a shower did her hair and make up and put on the hottest dress she could find before asking the desk clerk in the lobby for the closest and coolest bar around. 

Turned out that that pub was exactly 200 metres away from the hotel and was already relatively crowded at 9pm. 

Amelia found a stool at the bar top and got the attention of the bartender. 

“Hi what can I get you?” she asked.

“What can you recommend for a woman who has been cheated on by her fiance in her own house with her favorite co worker?” she sighed.

“Wow that sounds like a story I’d like to hear completely. You know what? I’m gonna mix you something and you spill your guts. You will feel much better afterwards, I promise you.” she had already grabbed a tall glass and was pouring various kinds of alcohol inside. 

The night progressed like that. Melissa, that was the bartender's name, handed her drink after drink but slipped a few shots of water in between once in a while. Which Amelia was too drunk to notice. They talked for hours. 

At around midnight someone sat down next to Amelia and ordered whiskey. Amelia had already sobered up a little and recognized the voice instantly. 

Her head snapped to the left and indeed there he sat- Superman- The Witcher himself: Henry Cavill.

“Holy crap, you’re Henry Cavill!” she exclaimed breathlessly.

“Yes I am. Nice to meet you.” he smiled warmly. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“I am Amelia and yes you can.” she turned her body now fully toward him. 

“You seem upset. Care to tell me?” he suddenly asked after chugging his drink.

“I have told this story already today. Melissa would you be so kind as to tell Mr. Cavill my shitty last 24 hours?” she almost begged the bartender.

“Of course my dear.” Melissa winked. 

“Well, long story short:her  fiance was an ass and cheated on her with a coworker in her own house. She left instantly and drove 16 hours straight through and came to London.” Then she walked over to another customer on the other side of the bar.

“Wow, I’m sorry to hear that. It’s a riddle to me how someone can cheat on a woman as beautiful and obviously intelligent as you. Such a shame. But maybe luck for me?” he winked and seemed very sure of himself. 

“I didn’t pick you out to be such a flirt. But I like it.” Amelia had nothing to lose. For the first time in ages she felt free and if that ended in her getting to sleep with the really hot actor which is Henry Cavill she would definitely go for it. 

They talked about this and that and by the time last call came around she knew so much more about Henry than magazines and the internet could have ever told her. 

“I’m sorry to break this up guys but you will have to leave now. It’s 6am and we are about to close.” Melissa came around the bar.

“Alright Mel, see you tomorrow maybe.” Henry said and tipped her generously.

Henry and Amelia walked through the streets. “You want some coffee? Sober up a bit more? Keep talking? I really enjoy talking with you.” he finished.

“Yes sure. You know a place not too far which is open?” Amelia smiled at him.

“Of course. It is 6am in London. I know the perfect Deli for breakfast and coffee. Let’s go.” he grabbed her hand and pulled her over the street and towards a brightly lit Deli. 

They both got inside, ordered coffee and sandwiches and sat down in the almost completely empty Diner. 

“These are really good.” Amelia pointed to her sub.

“I know, that’s why I like coming here after a night out.” he agreed.

Then Amelia’s phone rang. She took it out of her jacket pocket and groaned. 

“It’s him isn’t it?” he asked and she nodded annoyed. “Here, give me that phone. I’ll talk to him. He will leave you alone after this.” he smiled and she again had nothing to lose. 

“Hello. Amelia’s phone. She cannot come to the phone right now. She is very busy right now. Who I am. That is none of your business anymore. As far as I know, you cheated on her and she left you. So now she is free and can do whatever with whoever she wants. Goodbye douchebag and never call this number again. Oh yes, I am supposed to remind you that you have a week to move out.” with that he hung up and Amelia couldn’t stop herself from laughing so loudly other customers were starting to look.

“Thank you Henry. That was epic. But I think I’m still going to block him on all channels so he keeps away from me. And I wanted to marry that son of a bitch. How unbelievably stupid of me.” she buried her head in her hands. Suddenly her mood had changed dramatically.

“Hey.” he laid his hand on her cheek and forced her to look at him.

“Hey.” he repeated himself. “It is not your fault that he is a cheating bastard. You were working hard to support his ass and he did not appreciate that.”

“But maybe I should have taken more time with him. Maybe then he would not have cheated…” 

“Stop it! It is not your fault. It is exclusively his. Stop thinking about it. You dodged a bullet, beautiful.” 

“You are right. I should be grateful that he is gone.” she looked into his beautiful eyes and kissed him. She just jumped into cold water. 

“My hotel isn’t far. Wanna go?” she whispered against his lips. He nodded energetically. 

The walk there was quick. Only a few 100 metres stumbling, kissing over the sidewalk. 

“Which floor?” out of breath after the elevator doors had closed. 

“8th.”she mumbled. 

He grabbed the key card out of her hand and unlocked the door. 

She stumbled inside before him and he caught her before she could fall, carrying her to the bed. 

“Strip for me darling.” he demanded.

“Yes, sir!” she saluted at him 

“I like the sound of that.” he smirked naughtily.

She stripped obediently and waited for him to remove his clothes as well. But he didn’t budge. 

“Get on your knees!” he commanded. There was a quiet understanding between them. The question whether she was okay with this or not was only asked by his eyes and she obediently dropped to her knees. So he continued with opening his pants and pulling out his dick. “Now open up sweetheart and don’t you dare touch yourself.” his voice was stern but he had a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

Amelia opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. He grabbed her hair into a ponytail and slowly pushed his length into her mouth and down her throat. She had to work hard to suppress her gag reflex. “Shit, babe. Fuck you’re a natural.” he groaned. It was music to her ears. She took him deep and stroked what couldn’t fit in her mouth with her hands. Bobbing her head up and down. Sometimes her throat constricted around his girth when she had to swallow which made him let out the most amazing noises.

Suddenly he pulled her off of her. “Stop! I don’t want it to end too soon.”

He pulled her up and kissed her deeply. “You are amazing. Now on the bed with you. On your back. Legs spread wide. I need some space.” he winked and again she obeyed.

She was so excited. Her juices were flowing freely down her thighs and ass cheeks. 

He kneeled between her legs and swiped his dick head through her folds. Catching on her clit ever so often. “Oh shit Henry. Please don’t tease me.” he smirked. “Beg for it then. Tell me what you want.” 

“Please, sir I need you so bad. I’m so wet for you, only for you. I need to feel you.” Before she could say anymore he lost his last bit of composure and pushed inside her.

“Damn! Holy- Fuck. So deep.” she moaned. His thrusts were hard and slow giving her the right amount of pain and pleasure. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head when she neared her end. She clawed her nails into his shoulders and was only able to moan a mixture of his name and curses. “Cum for me darling!” he whispered into her ear kissing down her neck and that was all it took for her to let go. Then he lost it too. 

When he had caught his breath he rolled off of her. “That was great!” she panted. 

“Yes, it was. We definitely need to do this again. Did I hurt you?” he suddenly asked concerned.

“Only in the best way possible. That was really hot.” 

That is essentially the story of how Amelia moved to London. She wanted to be close to her new future. She never heard from Jake again and after Henry had talked to him on the phone he had moved out really quickly. So Amelia could sell her house and get a position at a hospital in Britain's capital city. Even her mother shut up about the broken up engagement after Amelia had told her who her new boyfriend was. 

In the end, Amelia finding out about her stupid idiot of an ex-fiance cheating on her, was the best thing that could have happened to her. 

[multiplefandomfics]

The First

chapter 5

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x OFC!Jemima

Warnings: angst, fighting, implied smut

Words: 1793

Last time: “Fine! If you want to throw your life away I don’t care anymore. Maybe I should be more like the picture people have of witchers and not feel at all.”

“Good. If that’s what you want! I’ll sleep in my own room.” She grabbed her clothes and stormed out the door in her nightgown. 

Needless to say that the night was spent tossing and turning without much sleep on either side.

 The next morning Jemima got dressed and skipped breakfast in favor of catching up on the last decades in the library. 

She knew the books by heart except for the few about history from the past years. 

She grabbed a book and started reading but her thoughts always moved back to the fight she had had with Geralt the evening before. 

She imagined all the ways the conversation could have gone different. 

Until the heavy double door opened and Ciri poked her badly cut, ashen haired head inside.

“Jemima? Did you forget that you wanted to help me with the obstacle course with me?” her voice came out hesitant.

“Oh Ciri, I am sorry. I was just… thinking.” she excused herself.

“About your argument last night with Geralt?” she asked worriedly.

“You heard?” Jemima blushed embarrassed.

“Everyone in the castle heard. You were pretty loud. I know I am just a child but with more experience than most my age and I am sure that he loves you very much but is incapable of showing it.”

“Why do you think so? He seemed to hate me last night.” Jemima looked sad.

“For one, since you came back he is in such a good mood almost all the time and he has a springy step.” After receiving a doubtful glance from Jemima she continued “Seriously. Look at him. He doesn’t carry himself with this broodingly negative energy surrounding him anymore. Even I noticed that. He also talks more often instead of grunting all the time.” she finished.

“Hmm I haven’t noticed that yet.”

“But all of the others have. Plus I overheard him talking to Roach in the stables this morning.”

Jem and I had a fight last night. You probably heard it too. It was bad although I just want to keep her safe. When we were kids we behaved like siblings. I remember the night before my mutation. Jem and I used the day to run through the woods, getting as far away as possible. Just for that day. It was a beautiful day. The sun was warm on our faces. We climbed stone walls and played hide and seek. It was wonderful. After hours of playing the day away we found a little clearing in the deepest woods. We laid down on the sun warmed grass, looking up to the sky. Observing Squirrels jumping from tree branch to tree branch and imagining to be able to fly free with the birds high up above.

It was all unicorns and rainbows until the moment we were crushed by reality. There was no escape from our destiny. damn how I hate that word. I tried not to believe in it for the biggest part of my life. Until the girl came along. 

When it turned dark on the clearing Jemima and I finally accepted what we couldn’t change and went back here. The next day I underwent the Trial and became what I am now. 

I never thought I could love someone the way I do love her. She means everything to me and I am an idiot who can’t even admit that to her. Instead I pushed her away. 

After that sentence Ciri had snuck out of the stables. She didn’t want to get caught.

“And he really said that? I didn’t think he remembers that day still. Indeed it was a very nice day. After that it was all fighting and watching him turn colder everyday. I didn’t undergo the Trial until I was 13 so there were a few years where we didn’t have too much contact. Although after I was mutated successfully we became closer again. I think because we felt the same afterwards and could understand each other better. But we didn’t feel like siblings anymore. We fell in love but had to hide it from the others. Vesemir would have had our heads had he known that we were sneaking kisses and touches here and there.” she smiled fondly at the memory.

“I’m sorry Ciri, that was inappropriate. I just feel very comfortable talking to you.” 

“It’s fine. I like it that at least you treat me like an equal and not like some petulant child.” she actually looked happy.

“Yes, I think you understand more than the others give you credit for. But you know what? I was treated the same way when I was a child. Even after I was mutated I had to work at least double as hard as the male witchers my age to get approval and praise. So I understand you better than anyone. And now we will go outside and start on that obstacle course, what do you say?” Jemima got up from her chair and they walked down the stairs.

While Ciri was jumping over tree trunks or ducking under branches Jemima had a lot of time to think about Triss’s offer. Although she knew Geralt would get really angry when he heard that she decided to go for it, she knew he was just worried because he loved her. 

“Triss? I thought about it and I want you to do it if you are still up for it.” Jemima finalized.

“Of course. Let me make some preparations and meet me in the basement in an hour. You know the room.” she turned on her heel and walked away.

Indeed Jemima knew exactly which room Triss meant. The mutation room. She did not have the best memories concerning her experiences in that stone walled room. But that was probably the best chamber to do this in, should something go wrong.

The next hour Jemima tried her best to stay out of Geralt’s way and did not succeed. 

“Jem, I just saw Triss and she told me you are going through with it?” Jemima just nodded, mentally preparing for an outburst. Which didn’t come.

“I just want you to know that I respect your decision and if you want to have me there I would love to be by your side. Maybe I can ground you and help you stay in focus.” he seemed almost ashamed of his recent behavior.

Jemima was a bit startled “Yes, sure you can be there. I don’t know what will happen but I would be much calmer to know you by my side. Thank you Geralt. That means so much to me.”

“Ah there you finally are.” Triss said. “Jemima I need you to lay down on the bank. Geralt you may hold her hand if you like. I have to tell you again that I don’t exactly know what is going to happen and that there are risks. Are you aware of that?”

“You sound exactly like the old witchers back when I was about to undergo mutation. But yes I am aware of the risks and I am willing to take them.” Jemima remained with a stoic face. The room gave her the creeps but she settled down nonetheless. Geralt holding on to her right hand as if her life depended on it, which it probably did.

“Alright then we will start. Close your eyes and focus on your inner self. Feel your heart beating and pumping the blood through your veins. Your neurons working and your synapses receiving stimuli. Now I will immerse myself into your aura. Hold on to life here and now. Go to your happy place and remain there.” Triss gritted out through her teeth. She had to use a lot of energy to penetrate the witcher's mind. 

The room filled with a blinding red light again. Streaked through with lightning. Geralt had to close his sensitive eyes to not lose his sight. Only this time it did not pulverize everyone around them. 

Triss was able to hold the power confined to the room.

All while Jemima was laying on the grass in the clearing in the woods next to Geralt. Smiling and laughing and imagining being a bird. She held onto him inside her mind and outside. 

Then everything changed. The light turned white still lighting zapped through the room but Triss felt the power shift. From angry toward determined and light hearted. Triss felt freedom. 

And then Jemima woke up. Sat up abruptly. The whole color vanished out of the room only the light from the candles remained. 

“Jem, are you alright? How do you feel?” Geralt looked even more worried. “Triss what was that?” 

“I feel… like I am floating. Free.” Jemima smiled.

“I think her energy and aura just changed. Because of you Geralt. You anchored her and it changed the power from angry red to relaxed white. Her aura must have been there her whole life. It strengthened her and that is what made her strong enough to withstand the Trial. But I assume she is even stronger now that she is not ruled by darkness but by light.”

“And where did that darkness come from? I never felt angrier neither was I more cruel than others.” Jemima asked curiously.

“I have never seen a case as strong as yours. I assume when you were a child it didn’t affect you much yet and after your mutation you pushed your feelings down so the aura had time to grow in silence. But all that matters is that we figured you out now. That’s what we wanted right?” Triss asked exhausted, sitting down. 

“Yes Triss, thank you. You look tired and should rest.” Jemima laid a hand on the sorceress's shoulder. 

“Geralt? Now that my issues are out of the way do you want to talk about Ciri? She is developing greatly. Physically and mentally. You still want to bring her to Ellander?” Jemima asked him.

“Yes, when spring hits we will leave. You are joining us right?” he looked at her hopeful.

“Of course. I like her and I want to help, both of you.” Jemima assured him.

Suddenly Geralt grabbed her by the waist, pressed her against the stone wall behind her and kissed her deeply. 

“Let’s get upstairs. The things I want to do to you, should not be witnessed by others. Especially minors.” she whispered in his ear.

That seemed to have been the last straw and he lost his composure completely. 

[multiplefandomfics]

The First

chapter 4

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x OFC!Jemima

Warnings: angst, fighting

Words: 1227

Last time: “She will be trained in sword fighting and reflexes here until spring but we can’t train her in everything she’ll need so we will bring her to Ellander to the Temple of Melitele and let Nenneke teach her.” 

Two weeks later Jemima was helping Coën in the kitchen to prepare supper when they heard some ruckus going on in the hall. 

“What’s going on?” she yelled alarmed as she came sprinting around the corner. 

“Jem, this is Triss. She’s a sorceress who has stayed here before. Triss, this is the legendary Jemima. The only female witcher.” Vesemir introduced.

“Hello, nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot of rumors but they all contained the information that you were dead. That must be an interesting story.” Triss beamed brightly extending her hand to shake Jemima’s.

“Indeed it is. It involves two Gryphons, a wicked witch and a coma which lasted 50 years.” Jemima summed up quickly.

“Did you know the witch? Or what she did to you?” Triss asked. Her interest definitely piqued. 

“No, I did not know her. She was tall with long reddish- brown hair, light skin color with freckles on her nose and high cheekbones. And she had these creepy purple eyes. I am sorry I can’t give you a more detailed description. And to the other question: I have no clue what she did. She put me to sleep and when I woke up 5 decades had passed and I was alone. No trace of her but the whole town was empty and had been for at least that long.” Jemima finished.

“Hmm that’s- unusual. May I have a look at you?” 

“Ehm, yes sure. But be careful I have the feeling that she did not just leave me there on purpose.” Jemima advised.

“I know what I’m doing but thanks anyways.” Triss winked. “Now, would you sit down and concentrate. Think about the day she had you trapped.” Triss had a very calming voice which sank to the back of Jemima’s mind and put her in some kind of trance. The other witchers standing by, watching intently. 

Then Jemima could see it. The room with the mirror on the wall. The big fluffy bed. Long drapes over the windows. People on the street chattering. Hooves clattering on the cobblestoned street. And the witch. Standing over her. Speaking in hushed tones. Sounding like spellwork. 

It seemed to be the scene which unfolded while Jemima had already been sleeping. 

Suddenly a blinding red light filled the room and when the room was finally visible again, the witch was gone. And so was the noise from the street and a deafening silence fell over the scene. 

Then the vision broke off. Jemima opened her eyes and gasped for breath. 

“What the hell was that?” Geralt’s voice boomed through the hall. 

They had obviously all seen the past. 

“That was what Jemima’s conscience picked up while she was out. My guess is, that when the sorceress was prying her for abnormalities, some kind of really strong energy wave was emitted from Jemima and it atomized the witch and the whole town with her. I just don’t know where that kind of power came from. Jemima has no magical abilities aside from the normal witcher ones. But now that I know that invading her aura can be fatal I can be more careful than my predecessor.” Triss explained.

“You sure you want to try this? You saw what it did to her. It could kill you.” Geralt looked worried.

It threw Jemima a bit off. It was not normal for the brooding witcher to show emotion like that. 

“I can do this Geralt. Stop thinking of me as if I was a child. I can handle myself.” she snapped. Which seemed like an overreaction. 

“Geralt, if she wants to do that, let her. We trust her, remember?” Lambert spoke up for the first time. 

“Hmm.” Geralt grumbled. 

That was the end to this discussion but somehow Jemima had the distinct feeling that there was something they were not telling her. She let it drop for now because there was bigger fish to fry.

“So how do we do this?” Jemima asked into the silence. 

“I am going to have to touch your temple and immerse into your subconscious to detect eventual power which could be locked inside of you. But this does not come without a risk. For me it is obvious but also for you. You could again fall into a very long coma or be trapped inside of your own mind forever. Think about this. We have time. And if you don’t want to do it, that’s fine. But then you’ll never find out what’s wrong with you.” 

“Alright. Thank you Triss. I will think about it. Right now I have a training session with Ciri. I’ll see you guys later.” with that Jemima was out the door. 

“So, I guess I figured it out.” Jemima exclaimed in the evening while she was undressing for bed.

“What?” Geralt asked, confused.

“The matter between Triss and you. You two slept together and you have feelings for her, don’t you?” 

“No, there is nothing between us. Yes, we shared a bed long ago but that was a mistake.”

“Ahh, that’s why she flipped when you doubted her abilities. That makes sense.”

“I didn’t doubt her. I am worried about you.” he choked almost on his words. “I can’t lose you again.” had Jemima not had advanced hearing she would have likely missed it.

“You are not going to lose me. I am strong, remember?” she snuck her arms around his torso and snuggled her head into his broad chest. “You know I love you Geralt, right?” 

“Hmm, I love you, too.” he rested his chin onto the top of her head and stroked her back. 

“Do you think I should let Triss do this?” Jemima mumbled.

“It is your decision but…” he thought about his next words.

“But?”

“But I think it is very risky and why would you even need to know this. You are fine the way you are.”

“Don’t you understand? Geralt, I seem to be a living bomb in the right moment and I don’t know how this works. I fucking pulvarized a whole village. And I am damn scared of myself. I need to know what this is and how I can stop it!!” she yelled,tears streaming to her eyes more in anger than in sadness.

“No, I don’t understand you. Nothing has ever happened until that wicked enchantress scrambled your mind. It’s not damn worth it.”

“You are a selfish bastard Geralt! You make all this about you. YOU don’t want to lose me because YOU can’t be alone! But this is MY life, MY decision!! You have no say in this! Understood?”

“Fine! If you want to throw your life away I don’t care anymore. Maybe I should be more like the picture people have of witchers and not feel at all.”

“Good. If that’s what you want! I’ll sleep in my own room.” She grabbed her clothes and stormed out the door in her nightgown. 

Needless to say that the night was spent tossing and turning without much sleep on either side.

chapter 5

[multiplefandomfics]

The First

chapter 3

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x OFC!Jemima

Warnings: fluff, smut

Words: 1282

Last Time: “And what happened to that witch?” Suddenly a little ashen haired girl in clothes which didn’t really fit her wanted to know.

“I don’t know. She was just gone when I woke up. Must have lost interest in me or something. And who might you be, little warrior?” Jemima asked the girl. She looked over to Geralt to look for reassurance and he nodded. “I am Ciri. The lion cub of Cintra. Pleased to meet you.” she smiled broadly and Jemima now in turn had a few questions to ask.

The evening was spent talking about all their adventures over the past years and Ciri really tried hard staying awake but at some point she fell asleep with her head on the table. Coën carried her to her bed chambers and went to bed himself. One after the other the rest vanished too until it was only Geralt and Jemima left in the hall.

“So… you claimed your Child Surprise.” she stated.

“Hmm.” he mumbled in affirmation. 

“She is a pretty tough kid with all that she went through. I mean she lost her Grandmother and her Kingdom in one night. And she still has nightmares about it, doesn’t she?” Jemima figured correctly. 

“She does. Vesemir called for a witch to help her.” 

“Are you going to let her undergo the Trial? I mean, I managed and she is stronger than I was. Physically and mentally.” she observed.

“No, I don’t think we will. Firstly because I don’t want her to go through the same shit that we went through and secondly there is no one anymore who could do it. We might have the elixirs but there is no wizard anymore who knows how to work the magic. We were the last generation that was mutated.” he finished.

“But she could seriously benefit from this. Geralt think about it for a second. You can’t keep her here forever and when you travel with her people will undoubtedly get a whiff of it pretty quickly. That will give her a damn big target on her back. But when she is a witcher by mutation, she will be able to protect herself. I know you already started training her on the old trails and courses and Lambert said she was doing good for a girl. Don't you want to give her a chance at not having to be afraid and to look over her shoulder every second of the day because there could be someone with a knife behind her and she has no ways to protect herself.” Jemima clung to her opinion.

“No Jemima. I want her to protect herself but I am not letting her become what we are.” he hissed sharply.

“A monster, you mean?” she spoke out the innuendo he had left behind and he looked away almost ashamed at his words.

“I get it Geralt, she is like a daughter to you. A daughter you never thought you could have. An opportunity to right your wrongs. And you don’t want anything to happen to her. Really Geralt I get you. She could die from the procedure. Seeing as I was the only female ever to undertake the mutations we can’t exactly do a study. And unfortunately the witch vanished before she could tell me what makes me so special or if I am special at all. I understand when you don’t want to do it but let’s at least train her well so she can defend herself when you are not able to, alright?” Jemima patted his back lovingly.

“Thank you for understanding. - I missed you Jem.” he laid his head onto her shoulder. A gesture he would only do with her and only if no one else was around. 

“I missed you too.” she whispered. 

“Geralt?”

“Hmm?” 

“Have you had feelings for someone while you thought I was dead?” she asked curiously but without giving him the impression of judging him.

A long silence followed which spoke more than a thousand words.

Then he finally answered: “Yes. There has been someone. A witch. Her name is Yennefer.” That was all he said.

“Do you still love her?”

“Maybe. But it’s over. We were terrible together. And I have to concentrate on Ciri.” 

“If you say so.” she smiled and started kissing him down his neck. He shuddered and drew her onto his lap. “We shouldn’t do this here. Anyone could walk in. There is a nice fire burning in my room.” he mumbled.

“What are we waiting for then?” she smiled brightly at him.

The way upstairs to Geralt’s chambers was a blur. He carried Jemima all the way with her legs slung around his hips. 

Their lips didn’t part for a second until he had to drop her in front of his bed to slam the door shut and remove their clothing. 

She admired the view of his strong torso while he was getting rid of his pants leaning back naked on her arms, licking her lips seductively. 

“Gods, I missed this view a lot. You are so handsome.” He rolled his eyes but smiled one of his rare truly meant smiles. 

“Come closer darling so I can have a closer look at your beautiful scars. Let’s see which ones are new.” she beckoned him closer with her finger. He obeyed and leaned over her forcing her to lay back.

The kiss was even more intense than the last one. Laying all the emotions in it they could. Their tongues battling for dominance but Jemima clearly letting him win.

“I need you Geralt!” she moaned breathlessly feeling his manhood press against her thigh.

He grabbed her legs behind the knees and pushed them almost to her ears. One deep stroke later and he was pushing all the right spots inside Jemima. “Oh shit! Geralt- so good.” she groaned. “Fuck, Jem- so tight. Damn- missed you!” he buried his face in her neck and bit down to keep from being so loud. After all, half the chateau was already asleep and they didn’t wanna wake them up. 

He sped up and her eyes rolled back to the back of her head as she came crashing down, convulsing around him and bringing him to his end as well. 

he rolled off of her and collapsed next to her. 

“That was really good.” she said out of breath. “Hmm.” 

After some silence where she had already thought he had fallen asleep she asked “Geralt? Was this for old times sake? A one time thing? Or are we- is there more to this- to us?” she went directly down to business. 

“I want you to help me raise the girl.” he suddenly answered all of Jemima’s questions. 

“Really? Are you sure you want my influence?” she asked smiling.

“Of course. She needs a mother. She’s gone too long without one already.” he grumbled sadly.

“That means a lot to me Geralt. She is a really nice girl although I can imagine she can be bratty. And she definitely shows potential.” Jemima grinned and cuddled closer to the white wolf.

“She is a brat but she will be able to fight. She is very strong.” he replied.

“I want to do this with you. So tell me all your plans.”

“She will be trained in sword fighting and reflexes here until spring but we can’t train her in everything she’ll need so we will bring her to Ellander to the Temple of Melitele and let Nenneke teach her.” 

“Alright then. Let’s get some rest and start tomorrow. Good night Geralt.” 

“Good night Jem.”

chapter 4

[multiplefandomfics]

The First

chapter 2

Paring: Geralt of Rivia x OFC!Jemima

Warnings: fighting, accidents, torture, loss of time, angst

Words: 1343

Last time: Until one fateful summer a terrible fate struck Jemima… 

That time Jemima had made it all the way to Novigrad and got notice of a Gryphon terrorizing merchants on their way in and out of the city. Jemima had already dealt with one of those astonishing creatures before so she took the opportunity to make good coin. 

That was a mistake as it turned out.

The Gryphon lived high up on a cliff in a cave overlooking half the town of Novigrad and all the merchant routes on land and water. 

The climb was a bitch although Jemima was more focused with the elixir running through her veins. 20 metres up a vertical stone wall with heavy swords attached to one's back was hard even for a witcher. 

After she had managed to ascent to the Gryphons cave the creature was already waiting for her in a way she did not expect. There wasn’t one, but two of them and the beast gave her one hard kick to the chest, she lost her balance and fell 20 metres down without a chance to catch the fall somewhere. It felt like she hovered over the ground for hours until the impact . Jemima landed hard on her back crushing the scabbard of the sword into her spine. 

Then she lost consciousness. 

When she woke up she didn’t know where she was or how much time had passed. The only thing she felt was that overwhelming soreness in her back and neck. She did a quick exam, wriggling her feet and rolling her shoulders as much as that was possible while lying down. Then she opened her eyes and figured out that she was in a light flooded room lying on soft sheets on a bed. That still didn’t answer the question where the hell she was. 

She turned her head to the furthest way in the corner and tried to sit up. Although she quickly notices she couldn’t. Some form of invisible power held her down. And then she heard a voice. 

“Don’t exhaust yourself. It won’t work anyways.” Jemima was able to locate the voice and her gaze fell on a beautiful woman with long reddish brown hair, high cheekbones and dark purple colored eyes. Jemima knew what she was and thus her looks were most likely deceiving her. The sorceress who didn’t look older than 35 was probably more like 10 times that age. 

“Where am I? What do you want from me? And are the Gryphons still alive?” Jemima asked. 

“We are in a small village a few miles north of Novigrad along the coast. I find you most interesting and I want to study you to find out what makes you so special that you survived the Trial of Grasses. It is a mystery to me and the whole Chapter but they are too nice to just kidnap you and do tests. I know exactly how the Trial works and what the mutations do to a human body and I have absolutely no idea how a female body could have survived that.” And I took care of the Gryphons. Any more questions?” She smiled sickly sweet. 

“No, just a threat! If you don’t let me out of here this minute, I will have your head faster than you can say autopsy!” Jemima gritted through her teeth. 

“Oh, that’s sweet but that won’t happen. Now sleep and I’ll see you when you wake up:” and those were the last words Jemima heard before she lost consciousness again. 

The enchantress immediately started her work, casting spells, scanning Jemima’s bloodstream and organs. After finding nothing physically special with her she proceeded to her psychic constitution. Her Aura was strong, pulsing brightly red. Lightning shooting through it occasionally. The sorceress had never seen anything like it before and decided to fully emerge into Jemima’s consciousness. That was her mistake. 

Jemima woke up groggy and unfocused. After opening her eyes she noticed that she was still in the same room she had been in last time. Only this time the drapes were shredded to pieces, the mirror on the wall splintered and dust lay on every surface at least 5cm thick. 

“Hmm this is strange.” she muttered to herself while sitting up. 

She took a closer look around as if expecting the witch to be standing somewhere in a corner, ready to attack. But she wasn’t. Jemia was completely alone. Only her clothes were lying on a chair next to the door and her sword leaning against the wall. 

Jemima hurried on wobbly legs to get dressed and out of the house. A few minutes later Jemima stood on an empty street and it surprisingly was already autumn. Every building looked run down and as if there hadn’t been people there in forever. No animals in the stables, no horses. Nothing. 

The witcher girl had to walk. She managed the way back to Novigrad where she asked a peasant what year it was. The answer made her want to puke. 50 years had passed. She had been asleep for half a century. 

After she had recovered from the first shock she bought a horse from her last coin which she strangely still possessed and started her way home to Kaer Morhen.

The ride was long and when she arrived in the far north the first snow had already fallen. 

She found the hidden trail without any trouble and soon rode over the bridge and toward the entrance gate. After she dismounted she felt his presence before she saw him. 

“Jemima? Can it really be you? That's impossible! We thought you were dead for decades.” Lambert whispered unbelievingly. 

“You’re seeing right. It is me. But before I tell you my story here and now I’d rather tell it once to all of you together. Would you mind letting me in to warm myself?” Jemima asked.

“Of course. Go inside I’ll take your horse.” he suddenly stepped forward and hugged her close “it’s good to have you back, kiddo.” Jemima rolled her eyes at the nickname but let Lambert take her mare to the stables. 

Jemima pushed the large doors open and walked toward the great hall. It was dinner time so there were five more people sitting at a long table. One of whom Jemima would have recognized anywhere. “Lambert, who was at the gate? Was it finally Triss?” Vesemir asked loudly. “No uncle Vesemir. It was me.” Suddenly all eyes were on the female witcher. 

“Jem? How?” Geralt slowly got up and walked toward her. In his eyes shone something. Had she not known better she would have thought he was shedding tears. 

The moment he was close enough Geralt threw his arms around her embracing her strongly. He seemed to never want to let go of her. 

“What happened to you? I hoped everyday for 5 decades to see you again but it got harder to believe the longer you remained missing.” he murmured into her hair. 

“I missed you too grumpy guy. If you let go of me for a second I could tell you what I know has happened.” she patted his back lovingly and he let go of her.

Then Jamima took a deep breath, drank some ale offered to her and started telling them the story of how a hunt for a Gryphon turned into a longtime coma. 

“And what happened to that witch?” Suddenly a little ashen haired girl in clothes which didn’t really fit her wanted to know.

“I don’t know. She was just gone when I woke up. Must have lost interest in me or something. And who might you be, little warrior?” Jemima asked the girl. She looked over to Geralt to look for reassurance and he nodded. “I am Ciri. The lion cub of Cintra. Pleased to meet you.” she smiled broadly and Jemima now in turn had a few questions to ask.

chapter 3

[multiplefandomfics]

The First

Here come something new after some time. Sorry it has been so long. As you can see I have turned to yet a new fandom. I hope you like it.

chapter 1   

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x OFC!Jemima

Warnings: mutation, fighting, mentions of smut

Words: 1328

What if Witchers were not exclusively men? What if decades ago a girl had been found by the elder witchers by the side of the road? And what if they had decided to make her their guinea pig and let her undertake the Trial of Grasses? Well that girl was named Jemima and she had turned out a great warrior. Her spirit was high and she was motivated to learn. When she fell she got back up on her feet again in no time.

And although she struggled sometimes being the only female in between males and the training courses being designed for boys and men, she managed with hard training.

She was on a perfect way to become a witcher. And when the time came to undergo the Trial of Grasses the elder witchers were anxious because they had grown fond of her and didn’t want her to die. 

The witchers were arguing about it all the time.

“We cannot do this to her. It has never been tried on females before. We have absolutely no knowledge of the outcome.” argued one of them. 

“But that is exactly what we would be finding out. What if it works? She could be the door opener to a whole new generation of witchers. It could change our ways forever.” another threw in. 

“I can’t stand all the what ifs! She is likely going to die. We have seen boys who haven’t made it through the mutations which were much stronger, naturally, and in better shape than her. When we try, we have to calculate the risks and see the possibility that she can die. No I correct myself that she IS going to die” the third piped up. 

“Quiet! We will let her take the elixirs and let her undergo the Trial of Grasses when she agrees and knows all the risks. If she chooses not to do it she can help teach others as long as she wishes or she can go her own way. But if she undergoes the Trial she needs to know all the risks, and if she survives we will have the first female witcher and that would indeed be a new chapter in our book.” decided the most authoritative one of them.

“Jemima! Can you hear me? Hold her down! Jemima you have to fight through this. I know you can!” was all to be heard in the mutation room.  

Jemima struggled. She seized violently. Her body convulsing in pain. Foam built in front of her mouth and suddenly she laid still as a sheet. 

A long silent period spread over the room. It felt sheer endless. Until someone whispered “I she… dead?” 

In that moment her eyes flew open and she sat up abruptly. 

Someone was immediately by her side, steadying her. “Jemima how do you feel?” 

“I feel… like a horse kicked me in my stomach. Twice.” her voice sounded hoarse. “And could someone bring me some water? Or ale? I have a foul taste in my mouth.” she demanded. 

After she had recovered for a few days, she began training again. She loved the way her movements were quicker and her eyesight was better. Even her hearing was clearer than before. For the first time since starting her work out and gaining her fighting skills she felt, as if she could beat the other witchers in training. 

Except for Geralt. He was just that bit stronger, faster and slicker than her.

“Uhh how did you beat me again?!” Jemima groaned laying on the ground. 

“I guess I am just better than you.” he reached out his hand which she hit away and scrambled to her feet herself. 

They always sparred together, neither wanted a different partner. Although she never bested him, she loved trying. 

Until that one spring day. They were sword fighting in the courtyard. Jemima and Geralt had both sweat dripping down their foreheads because they had been going at it for hours without a break. Jemima did a jab than a pirouette to parry Geralt's next move and then managed her sword behind his neck and her dagger against his throat. That all happened in a tempo which the ordinary eye could not have been able to follow. 

“Ha! Finally I beat you!! How do you feel now, Geralt?” she asked triumphantly. 

“I don’t feel, remember.” he said with a smile but she could see that he was thinking about all the ways he might have taken a wrong step so she could win.

“Don’t trouble yourself Geralt, she earned that win. It had to happen at some point and now she is ready to step out into the world and do her job. As are you.” Vesemir grinned broadly. 

A few days later she saddled her mare Scarlet and was on her way to fight monsters for money. Jemima road towards Ard Carraigh because she had heard of a Dracolizard in that area.After meeting with the Alderman who offered her 2000 Ducats for her trouble she took the deal although a Dracolizard should not have been her first monster to slay. They were really hard to kill and she was not experienced enough for that. She could clearly hear Vesemir's voice in her head telling her that this was a really bad choice but she didn’t care. 

It didn’t take her long to find the beast in a stony mountain environment. After all it could fly and was really angry with trespassers. Before taking the climb over the rocky surface she reached into her saddlebag and grabbed the box of elixirs and swallowed the contents of the witchers elixir then Jemima climbed the mountain and faced the dragon-like monster. It was fortunately not as big as an actual dragon which she had seen in pictures in books. Still it was kind of intimidating. Jemima took a deep breath staring intently at the crawling beast in front of her and took the first strike. 

It was a damn bloody battle. The flying reptile just didn’t want to bite it. But Jemima with the help of the witchers elixir was just that tad bit stronger and faster. With a last solid blow through the throat the beats gurgled one last time and sunk to the ground. This gave Jemima finally the chance to take a deep breath and sit down on a boulder lining the slope. 

After that first mission Jemima took the head of the creature back to the Alderman and got her coin.

Some say you will never forget your first monster and Jemima couldn’t wait to tell Geralt about it. 

Years ticked by with more or less the same pattern. The witchers started their tours in spring from their base in Kaer Morhen, fought monsters for most of the year and in winter they all, hopefully, came back home to spend the winter behind closed walls. 

There was always a winter where one or two did not make it back. Sometimes they had just been surprised by sudden snowfall but sometimes they had lost a battle and were never coming home again. This was life as a witcher and everyone of them knew that. 

That’s why you need some stress relief once in a while.  Most witchers got that in the form of a whore in some brothel in some small town every now and again and when they had some money to spare. Jemima did not have it that easy that's why she was always relieved when she met Geralt on her travels. They had always gotten along quite well but that friendship had turned into more. Every time they met or turned to Kaer Morhen for winter break they landed in bed quickly and let all the pent up frustration out on each other.

Until one fateful summer a terrible fate struck Jemima…

chapter 2

[multiplefandomfics]

Vampires in Alexandria

So me again guys. This i made out of a small idea that i had. I felt the deep need to combine two of my favorite shows and put it in words. I hope it hasn’t gotten too bizarre but i really liked the idea.

Warnings: blood, Gore, death of fan favorite characters, vampires, the walking dead, smut, unprotected sex, make out session, magic

Words: 4.928 (got a bit out of hand)

Summary: what if the Mikaelsons were sent to the world of The Walking Dead? Find out in the following.

Authors note: Let's pretend the whole blue spirit thing didn't happen. May not completely follow the plot of TWD.

You were really happy to have found a home in New Orleans again. After over a century. Even though your twin brother Klaus often acted out he had always been good to you.

After you had performed the ritual to release your wolf sides in Mystic Falls you had been closer than ever. You were the only sibling he had never dared to dagger. It's not like you didn't love the others as well. Sometimes you even favored Elijah over Klaus but you guessed he did too.

And the french quarter in New Orleans was the perfect place to live. Most of the people knew about magic and vampires and you already had friends and a place to live there.

Admittedly you had to fight in the beginning to get the town you build up with your family back but it was kinda worth it.

Weeks and months ticked by and there was always a new threat but that didn't stop you from sticking together. Always and forever, right?

When your oldest sister Freya stepped into the picture you instantly knew that she would become your best friend.

But the best thing to happen to your family and especially for Klaus was his daughter Hope. She was adorable but still strong and fierce. Even you could feel the magic pulsating through her veins.

In the beginning you had hated her mother Hayley. She was such an annoying little brat and pushed herself between your twin and you but after their one night stand she kept away and when Hope was born she was a completely different person.

That was about 8 years ago. Hope really made progress with her witchcraft. She was almost stronger than Freya already at such a young age. It was amazing.

Well until there was a new evil something threatening the Mikaelsons that was when you somehow got your neck snapped and when you awoke you were not in New Orleans anymore.

"Ouch" you slowly got up and rubbed your neck. You were momentarily blind due to intense sun rays but all around you it smelled like pine needles and moss.

When your eyes had finally adjusted you found out that was because you were sitting in a clearing in the middle of a goddamn forest. "Wonderful" you thought to yourself. That could have been anywhere. You looked around and suddenly heard a very familiar sound. A growling almost like a hissing sound. You turned around and we're met with the hulking figure of a walker. You all but fell into an episode of the walking dead. Who in hell sent you there? You dodged the biters teeth because you weren't sure if these things could kill you, most likely not but why risk it? And ripped its head clean off smashing the skull. It was really messy but you were used to that.

Suddenly "Y/N?"  You spun around to see Elijah, completely dishevelled like you rarely saw him, stumbling out of the bushes.

You ran into his arms and hugged him tight. Thank God you weren't alone.

"Elijah, it's so good to see you. I thought whatever send me here did that only to me."

"No sister. By all means you are not alone. And what it god's great name was that thing?" He nodded to the corpse on the ground.

"That, big brother, was a walker. Remember that, and I quote hideous TV show Klaus and I used to watch? The walking dead?" You mimicked him.

"Yes I think I do recall." He seemed thoughtful.

"That's exactly where we are. The witch that sent us here must have know that we watched it. It must be one of those dream world's that Fin sent you to once. Remember that?" You asked him.

"Of course I do. That means we have to find something that represents us in here and destroy it. That seems almost impossible. We don't even know who put us in here and how that person views uns individually." He remarked.

"Yes that is gonna be tricky but I know this show better than anyone and I know what things could be out of place and have to be what represents us." You planned and he nodded.

"But we won't find that here in the forest. Let's find a street so we can orientate and maybe find somewhere that I recognize." You didn't wait for an answer and just started off toward where it was most likely to find a street.

20 minutes later and you finally found concrete pavement and decided to follow it west were the sun was slowly setting.

You didn't speak much because you didn't want to attract unwanted attention from walkers. Occasionally you killed one here and there but saw nothing much. Your vampire hearing made it possible to know if something was nearby and could become a threat at some point.

After walking for hours, it had already gone dark, the pungent smell of rotting corpses reached your nostrils.

"Ewww. That smells terrible here." You clamped your nose shut.

"Indeed it is a very pungent odor." Elijah marked on holding his handkerchief in front of his nose.

And shortly after that you heard and saw them- a herd of walkers standing right in the middle of the street. But there was another noise. A slashing and crushing sound here and there.

Suddenly a smile broke out over your face when you saw them- Niklaus, Rebekah, Kol and Freya fighting their way through the undead.

You grabbed you noble brothers arm and ran toward them smashing your way through some skulls. When you had reached each other all the walker had lost their undead life.

You slammed against your twin brother and engulfed him into a great hug.

"Thank God you are here too." You whispered to him.

When you had let go of him you pulled the others in tight. After your reunion was completed you talked about a battle plan.

"So how are we gonna proceed?" Kol asked.

"I think I know where we are now. If we head about two miles that way-" you pointed further west-" than we should arrive in Alexandria in no time." You suggested.

"That sounds about right." Klaus agreed with you.

So you all went on until you stood in front of the wooden gate to Alexandria.

"Do you think they will let us pass through? They don't know us." Freya sounded unconvinced.

"Then we will make them open up." Klaus said through gritted teeth. He was already on the edge to borderline choleric. You laid your hand on his arm, that gesture immediately calmed him and you could feel his muscles relax.

"Let's just politely knock and explain." Rebekah mocked.

"If this isn't real than what harm will it make if we just kill them all and take our time to find what represents each one of us?" Kol suggested.

"That would only prove that we are the monsters that half of New Orleans is seeing in us. And I for my part don't want to prove them right!" You barked at them. That made them shut their cakeholes.

You walked toward the gate with big strides when suddenly a voice rang through the silence: "Stop! Don't come any closer! Who are you and what do you want?" The voice belonged to Abraham and you involuntarily sighed relieved that he was alive.

"My name is (Y/N) and those are my siblings and we really need to talk to Rick. We have a story that you wanna hear. And no we are not from the saviours. Do we look like that?" You looked at him expectant of an answer but he just mumbled something along the lines of wait a second and was out of sight but fortunately for you not our of earshot. You could still hear him talking to Rick who had been pulled out of his house by the commotion at the gate.

"You trust them?" Rick asked.

"No way in hell. But they look like they could use some help and a nice bath and we can take them on if need be." Abraham answered. You had to smirk at that. If they only knew what you were. There was still the question if you would survive a bite from a walker but you postponed that question to later and concentrated to get inside the walls of Alexandria.

Not a minute later the massive door rolled open to reveal a bunch of people with guns raised at you. They really didn't trust new people around here anymore. But after what they'd all been though that was understandable.

You calmly raised your arms and motioned your family to do the same even though the bullets would only tickle you, you didn't want to alarm those people any further.

When you were fully inside and the gates had been closed behind you again you were met with the scrutinizing gaze of Rick Grimes.

"So Abe already asked you who you were and what you wanted but you didn't really answer so I ask you again."

"That's kind of complicated. You must know…" you took a deep breath before continuing because you had decided to go with the truth because that would get you were you wanted a lot faster. "My siblings and I are vampires, except for Freya she's a witch, and we seemed to have been put here by another powerful witch so we would be trapped and couldn't have influence on what is going on in our real world. I know that you may have doubts about that story cause it might sound absurd to you but it's 100% true and we have proof." To prove yourself you let your face shift and the citizens of Alexandria backed away revently.

"So you're not lying how do we know that your not just gonna eat us at night?" Abraham asked.

"Because we are not." Rebekah put it as simply as that with a disgusted grunt.

"What my sister so impolitely wanted to submit was that we have honor and we will need your assistance in getting us home. That means it would be very unwise to drink our hosts dry." Elijah elegantly expressed what you would have put a bit simpler but fine.

"And how do we get you home?" Rick pulled an eyebrow up.

"We each need to find an article, could be anything from a chess piece to a chair, that represents each one of us and destroy it. The only problem is that we have no clue what witch sent us here. But the objects we are searching for are from her perspective. So something that represents us the way he or she sees us. If we knew that it would make things easier." You admitted.

Suddenly Freya interfered: "maybe I can try to make contact to the ancestors from here and ask around but it would take me some time not all of them are going to want to help me. They don't like me all that much. But I will sure as hell try." She looked convinced.

"Alright. Rick is there a quiet place where Freya will have her piece to do magic? And she'd need candles if you could spare some." You looked directly at Rick and he nodded and sent Rosita with her who looked grumpy as always.

Suddenly there was something on your mind. You didn't want Abraham and Glenn to die so you decided that your family could help with their upcoming saviour problem.

"While we are waiting we could help you with something. You heard of the saviours I assume?" They all nodded yes.

"Good because they are true bastards and if we don't do something against them now you will lose people and I definitely don't want that to happen." You added.

"Okay and what would you do?"

"Well we can't be killed not even with normal wooden stakes. That means we are going to visit the sanctuary and make their life a little hell until they stop being bullies." You smiled self-righteous.

"Seriously Y/N?" Rebekah whisper yelled at you annoyed.

"Yes Bex we are already bloody and dirty from killing walkers and running through the mud for hours so why the hell not?" You asked and whisper added so only your siblings could hear "didn't you wanna give those saviours a good ass kicking while watching the show?" The all reluctantly admitted that you were right.

"Alright so what do you say Rick? Will you give us a car and someone accompanying us only to drive us there because we wouldn't know where to go?" You asked the leader again.

After thinking and talking that through with his friends he agreed to the plan.

So you got a little cleaned up and talked to Freya again.

"Freya I'm a little worried. I don't know if a walkers bite can hurt or even kill us. We have nothing comparable in our world so no one's ever tested it." Your forehead was wrinkled in worry.

"I'm relatively sure that the bite won't kill you. It's transmitting a disease and you can't get sick so why would it affect you? Just be careful okay? Could still hurt like a bitch little sister." She hugged you and you went relieved back to the rest.  You decided to push the mission to the next morning because it was never safe out there but it got worse at night.

The drive to the sanctuary was spent with planning. You and Klaus knew the premises better than anyone so you tried to visualize everything as best as possible to your siblings.

"So Abraham and Sasha will let us out here." You pointed to a  point on the makeshift map you had drawn back in Alexandria. Rick had wanted to come with you but you didn't want Carl to lose his dad so you compelled him to stay.

Much to your dismay a certain redneck had been all too silent and then had just driven off on his bike when you had wanted to leave for the sanctuary. You had had a crush on him for the longest time of the show running.

But you had more important things to think about. Killing eine saviours for example.

That was gonna be the most satisfying thing you had done in 1000 years of your immortal life.

When you arrived the Alexandrians threw you out and drive to safety. You had agreed on 30 minutes of wreaking havoc before they would come back and get you.

You didn't even sneak in you just waltzed in through the fences killed the walkers hanging there and pushed loudly through the door.

Immediately you had some saviours in your way. Guns blazing. They didn't ask. They shot first. The bullets hit you but you just kept on walking. Even headshots couldn't even bring you down.

"Where's Negan?" Klaus bellowed. "And when I hear from one other than him that he or she is Negan that person is going to die in agony."

So everyone stayed silent.

Then somebody jumped on Kol. Bad move because Rebekah ripped that guys heart out faster than be could get back to his feet. And then the fight broke loose. You killed about 40 of Negan's armed men and women until you heard the signature whistle of himself.

"Who has the fucking guts to come into my home and slaughter my saviours?" His voice echoed from the walls.

"We did!" Klaus boomed back.

"So the fuck is we?" He asked as he arrived on the railing over our heads bat swung leisurely over his shoulder.

He looked kind of relaxed but he was angry as hell you could see the veins at his hairline pop out.

"We dare to come here and demand you to stop harassing the other communities around here. You are not to harm any of the people or their stock and crops. If you still do so you will suffer the consequences." You had his attention by now. But he still looked a bit amused by your demands so you sped up to him and stood face to face with the man.

"Is that clear?" You whisper yelled. He was close enough so that you could feel his wet breath on your nose.

"No darlin. Damn your a hot piece of ass but I ain't listening to you." He said that almost as silent as you had done. And then pound enough for everyone without vampire hearing to hear. "I'm the leader of this ragged bunch of people they need supplies and we are getting them. And we don't care how. We are protecting the other communities and they give us their shit. That's a mutual agreement and we honor that. So again for you sweetheart no fucking way are we stopping what we are doing!!"

As much as your knees buckled at the use of the nicknames for you you fought the wetting of your panties by his gravelly voice and took a deep breath.

"Then I have no other option but to kill you." You sighed. "any last words? Though you don't deserve to say them!"

"You're not gonna kill me sugar. No one in their right mind dares to--" before he kept on talking his arrogant bullshit you rolled your eyes and ripped his heart swiftly out.

After that everyone kept filing out. And you did that care where they went as long as they went far away.

You had managed to do all that in the 30 minutes that you had intended to use and got back to your ride in time.

You all sulked in your victory on the ride home. Champagne would have been nice then.

Back in the confines of the community you were immediately greeted by Freya. "Oh thank God you're fine." She exclaimed and hugged you all. "How did it go?" She asked.

"Fine we put up an ultimatum and when they refused we killed most of them. They won't be a problem anymore. Maybe you have to take in some refugees who fled but they weren't soldiers just ordinary people. Women and children." You shortly informed them.

"Have you found something out Freya?" Elijah chimed in.

"I have spoken to some dead witches who were very helpful and it seems as if your daughter, Klaus, was the one to put us here. She must have thought she'd protect us with this spell. And I'm blaming myself because I taught her about this particular spell." Freya told us biting her lip nervously.

Klaus scoffed: "This is Hopes doing? She didn't even watch this show with us. How was she supposed to know what it looked like in here?" He was doubting this.

"I may have let her watch it with me last summer." You turned to him.

"You what? This show is far too bloody for a teenager." He yelled at you.

"Oh come on brother, she saw you rip somebody's heart out when she was what? 8?" Rebekah intruded then.

"Alright there is no point in shoving around the blame let us just find the objects which represent us and find our way back to find out whatever is happening at home." Only Elijah could always find the right words in the right moment. After you had gotten cleaned up you spread out and started searching.

But that was not your only goal. You wanted to find Daryl and talk to him and get his attention. It had been too long since you had slept with someone and Daryl seemed good enough to eat so you decided to give it a shot.

Couldn't hurt to flirt a bit and you thought you'd never get a chance with him. That he'd stay the fantasy of your wet dreams forever. You would have certainly regretted it not to try.

You strolled over to his garage where you knew he'd be working on his bike.

You knocked on the open door and he looked up, grunted something unintelligible and turned back to his bike.

"Hey Daryl, I'd like to talk to you." Great you sounded like a teenage girl in front of her crush. You rolled your eyes at yourself but continued when he didn't say anything.

"So. I know you don't trust us. I wouldn't. But there is something that we haven't told anyone here before." He was still silent as a fish so you kept going. "In our world you, all this" you motioned around with your hands "is part of a tv show. We knew what was gonna happen because of that. And I gotta say…." Be brave Y/N you thought to yourself "that you were my favorite character from the beginning." That made him look up again this time raising himself from the ground and wiping his oily hands on a handkerchief.

He still didn't respond so you added "from the time in the camp outside of Atlanta over Hershel's farm to the prison and now here. And I fell hopelessly in love with you." He just snorted scornfully as if he doubted your words which you knew he did. That thought saddened you a lot. So you tried to convince him how much he is worth. "From the shy redneck in the beginning who was a little too much under the influence of his brother to the man you are now. Caring and a true asset to this Family. Thank you for that." You finally had it out of your system.

Then something untypically for Daryl happened, with two strides he was in front of you and a blink later he had his mouth pressed to yours.

"Wanted ya since I first saw ya." He mumbled between kisses.

"You started to tear each other's clothes off until you were both stark naked.

He looked around in the garage to find a place to lay you down on but you had something in mind. You sprawled yourself down on the seat of his bike and spread your legs. He growled in arousal and kneeled between your legs immediately diving in and licking your cunt from entrance to clit. Something else you wouldn't have expected from the archer.

"Shit Daryl!" You moaned and gripped his hair tight to push him further into your pussy.

It tingled in all the right places and it didn't take you long to come screaming his name over and over so loud that your siblings probably heard you six houses over.

He came up gasping for air when you let go of him, having your spendings in his beard. When he kissed you again you could taste yourself in his mouth.

"That was amazing but now I need you inside me!" You whispered to him.

When he pushed inside you he leaned his forehead lovingly against yours and it was the best experience you'd ever had. He stretched you so completely. Just like he belonged there. "Hmm ya're tight girl!" He grunted.

"Feels so good. Better than I imagined." You moaned.

He waited for you to adjust and when you started to push back against him he pulled out all the way just to slam back in. And you started screaming again when he brushed your g-spot just to hit against your cervix deliciously.

You could feel him with your hand inside your womb and it was the sexiest thing you had ever felt. You sneaked your hand down to your clit and started rubbing ferociously until you couldn't take it anymore and clamped down on his cock to milk him dry he came inside you a second later with a strangled moan.

"Holy shit that was amazing. I'd love to do that again but I have the feeling that it unfortunately won't come to that." You looked sadly at him.

"Hmm it was really nice. I wasn't to rough, was I?" He asked concerned.

"Oh God no. It was perfect. Thank you for that." You answered and kissed him again.

When you got up from the bike and started getting redressed you noticed something strange. The bike had a certain glow to it that it didn't have before. Could it be that that was the object that represented you? And then it got impossibly clearer. Of course it was the bike. You were the rebellious aunt and driving motorcycle yourself so it was only right that it was the bike. Furthermore had you always mentioned to Hope while watching the walking dead how much you adored the bike and the man on top of it. But you didn't want to destroy it. Daryl loved and needed that bike. Damn it you thought to yourself.

"Daryl? What if I told you that your bike seems to be my object?" You carefully asked him.

"You need to damage it?" He asked back.

"Kind of yes. Maybe scratching her will do?! That pains me as much as it pains you so I'll go find my siblings and ask if they found theirs and then we can maybe go home altogether." You explained to him. He just nodded.

You knew that this world wasn't real but you still didn't wanna disappoint him.

You walked out the roll gate him trailing behind you with the bike. In town square the others had already gathered.

"Y/N! There you are. Finally!" Rebekah rolled her eyes at you.

"Yes Bex I'm here. Have you all got your objects and did they too glow like mine did?" You asked them.

"Indeed. Mine is the piano these gentlemen were so kind as to escort out of the house over there." He pointed to one of the nobler looking houses.

"Mine's a silver dagger that I found behind a mantle piece. Nice hiding spot little niece!" Kol spoke to heaven.

"I found glowing paint brushes in the closet of a children's room." Klaus added. Makes sense you thought.

"I was in little Judith's room and found a glowing pacifier next to her crib. Probably because she was with me the first months of her life." She shrugged.

"It was really strange but I was looking through a makeup table as if something drew me to it and found the headband I wore at my wedding so that is my object. Y/N?" Freya asked you.

"I gotta scratch Daryl's bike and hope that I don't have to destroy it completely to get home." You let your head hang low.

"Alright let's do this. I want nothing more than to get away from here." Rebekah said impatiently.

"Yes of course. Thank you for everything." You looked at the people around you.

"No we have to thank you. Without your help we would have probably been into some trouble soon." Rick exclaimed.

You all nodded to each other than you turned to Daryl threw yourself into his arms and kissed him feverishly while the others just stared at you unbelievably.

After that you all got to your objects and somehow damaged them. Then the world got blurry around you and you found yourself back in the Abattoir in New Orleans.

"That was a bumpy ride, don't you think?" You asked your siblings.

"Yes. No let's find our little trouble maker." Klaus said.

You all stormed upstairs and crashed through her door without knocking and got rewarded with the sight of Hope making out with a guy on her bed. She just screeched loudly when she noticed you and threw a pillow.

"Can't you all knock? And why are you back so soon?" She screamed.

"Well we are better in finding things than you think." You offered.

"And who might you be?" Klaus tried to compose himself but he had sped over to the bed and had taken the boy from her to push him against the wall. He wasn't even able to answer Klaus's question he only gurgled.

"Dad! Let go of him!" Hope yelled at her father and tried to loosen his grip. Again it was your hand on his arm that brought him down and he let go of what's his name.

"It's probably better if you leave now brother." You whispered to him and he did just that followed by Elijah, Kol and Rebekah.

Freya and you remained.

"So you sent us to the walking dead land to have a boy over?" You asked her and she nodded.

"I'm sorry that you feel you can't bring boys over, Hope." Freya continued your thought.

"We promise you we will help you with that. Your dad has nothing on us. Well keep him in check. But thanks for the ride anyways. It was really awesome." You thanked the teenager and she smiled. "I thought you'd like it."

"We'll go now and you" you pointed to the boy. "Don't forget protection! We can't have more tribrids running around now." He looked scared to death and wouldn't probably dare to do anything to upset us. Even if Hope would probably be able to tear his throat out easier it he hurt her. Sometimes she had her temper from her dad.

You both left the room and her to her boyfriend. Sometimes you wished you could have taken Daryl with you but that would become a dream again.