#play it as either a Threaten or a Lich's Caress

[dravidious]

You're more amazing than bellies

Does your opponent have an annoying blocker that's stopping your from murdering them? Just fucking eat it!

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Love After You  (Pt.1)

Summary: In a time of ballrooms and ballgowns, a looming war threatens to bring darkness. Still, love finds a way to cut through. Some loves, you find, come slowly. Others, come unexpectedly. Could either one survive the war that is to come?

A/N: This series will be tagged as Bucky x reader despite its beginning… I guess that’s all I can say for now but don’t kill me!! I promise Bucky will show up. I am so nervous and excited to share this story with you guys! Its been a long time coming lol. I have to say thank you to some amazing and wonderful ladies who have helped and motivated me with this story. Thank you to @all1e23 , @kentuckybarnes , @teamcap4bucky , and @delicatelyherdreams for putting up with me in these needy times lol. Quick note: this story takes place in a made up town :D I really hope you all enjoy this story! Thank you so much for reading!! 

You’d waited too long for this, but he’s here now. 

His strong arms encircle your waist, bringing you close as if determined not to let even the tiniest of distances exist between your bodies. His fingers play with the silk bow that rests on the back of your dress, delicately gliding the fabric between his fingers, silently reveling in the softness of the material. He didn’t get to enjoy much softness as of late. 

And as if this tender gesture isn’t enough to have you melting in his arms, his lips find yours, driving your already fast heartbeat even higher. 

Everything about him is so present, so real. He’s not just in a dream or in a distant memory. He’s here, and you can’t help but let your fingers trail up to get lost in his neatly combed blonde hair as he slowly walks you both backward until you’re pressed against a pillar of the gazebo. 

“God, I missed you,” he whispers, voice breathless, blue eyes looking back at you with nothing but adoration. “Every day, every minute, every second.” 

Your response is cut short as he captures your lips again, this time using the pillar you’re pressed up again to somehow manage to bring you even closer.  

It isn’t proper. It isn’t allowed, and yet none of that matters, not now. 

Your soldier is home, and everything else can wait. 

With a sigh he parts from the kiss, lips immediately turning up into a dopey smile. 

“What is it, Rogers?” you ask with a giggle, fingers gently gliding along his jaw, then sliding down to play with the buttons of his military jacket. 

You always did love the way the navy of his uniform only made his steel blue eyes that much more breathtaking. 

“Just missed you, sweetheart,” he replies with a whisper still very much enjoying the way your fingers just couldn’t seem to stop caressing him. 

“Would you believe me if I said I missed you more?” 

“I don’t think that’s possible,” he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you once more. “Ever lived with more than 20 men? All of them in desperate need of freshening up but too tired to even try. After a day, I was missing the way you always smell so nice.” 

To make his point, he lowers his head to the crook of your neck, leaving small kisses as he takes in your fresh scent. 

“Is that all you missed?” you ask in mock hurt, giggling as his hot breath dances along your neck. “And only because you were surrounded by men?” 

“That was just the first day,” he laughs, bringing his head back up. “By the first night, I was missing how you look like an absolute angel in that blue dress of yours. The one with the flowers. Trust me, sweetheart, there are no angels in the barracks. Second day had me missing your voice. That lovely way you say my name. By the end of the week, I considered deserting just to be with you again.”

 “You did not,” you laugh with a joy only he can bring out. “Corporal Rogers, you are too good of a man and soldier to ever desert. Not even for me.” 

“Well, I came close,” he says with a tender voice before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “Love makes you think crazy thoughts, sweetheart. What’s military prison if I can have my love in my arms sooner?” 

Those eyes of his were your weakness. It had all started with his tender gaze- that soft expression you grew desperately fond of. It had invited you to get to know that handsome young man across the way only to fill your heart with love for him the more you got to know him. 

“I love you,” you confess as if for the first time. Your heart always managing to race whenever you spoke those words. 

In a soft gesture, he presses his lips to yours once more. This time taking his time, gently parting your lips, drinking in your soft hums of content. 

“Miss! Miss!” an intruding voice comes from behind. Reality suddenly catching up to you both. 

A gazebo wasn’t the best place to hide, but all you had worried about was getting to Steve as fast as possible and a gazebo tucked behind a church seemed like the perfect place to reunite with your soldier. Yes, that decision was more based on how fast you could there than how adequately it could hide you both and now, seeing Abigail, your lady’s maid, rushing up the steps of the gazebo, you hoped nobody had caught sight of you and Steve. 

Sometimes precautions are thrown to the wind when it comes to love. Or as Steve had put it- Love makes you think crazy thoughts, sweetheart. 

“Miss,” Abigail says once more through labored breaths. “The service is over.” 

“That must have been the fastest service in the history of the town,” Steve pouts, an unmissable hint of disappointment in his voice. 

“Must have been,” you agree. 

You had just gotten there, and now you had to leave. 

“I’ll send you a message with Abigail as soon as I can,” he says, reaching out, gently turning you to face him. “I’ll see you soon, I promise,” his eyes bright with hope. 

Your voice would surely break, so instead, you respond with a nod already hating the distance once again growing between you both. 

“Before you go, sweetheart,” you hear him whisper, reaching into one of the pockets of his jacket. “I brought you back this little present. Thought only someone as pretty as you should have something as pretty as this.” 

In his hands is a small, silver, heart-shaped box. The rays of sunlight that make their way across the gazebo hit the silver box, creating little flares that somehow manage to add more beauty to the already gorgeous gift. 

“Steve,” you say in a hushed voice. Your voice breaking, this time from happiness. 

Sensing the need for privacy, you hear Abigail descend the steps of the gazebo, giving you both some space. 

“Open it,” he smiles, moving the box closer to you. 

With gentle fingers, you open the top, instantly tearing up as you hear a soft tune begin to play. 

In a shy quiet voice meant just for you, Steve begins to sing along with the melody. 

“Let me call you Sweetheart, I'm in love with you. Let me hear you whisper that you love me too. Keep the love-light glowing in your eyes so true. Let me call you Sweetheart, I'm in love with you.” 

A tint of pink dusts his cheeks as he sings the last words, leaving you utterly speechless. 

You weren’t sure what you had done right or how you had been lucky enough to get to love the man that stood before you. The man that took your breath away with his kisses. The man that stole your words with his romantic gestures. The man that made you happier than you had ever thought. 

Yet somehow, the stars had aligned, and you had met the love of your life. 

“I love you,” you say through tears after a few beats of silence hoping he understood just how much you meant it. Hoping you were capable of putting all your heart into those three words that somehow didn’t seem adequate enough to express your feelings for him. 

“And I love you,” he says, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before putting the box in your hands, “I’ll see you soon, sweetheart,” he promises. 

A promise you’d heard before. A set of words that both elevated and crushed your heart. 

“I’ll see you soon,” you repeat, already missing him. 

With a heavy heart, you make your way down the steps feeling Steve’s gaze on you. 

The day would come, you knew, when you would no longer need to hide, but for now, any moment with Steve, veiled or not, meant everything to you. The rest of the world could wait, the man who calls you sweetheart is home, and that is everything you need.

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