tianna8320

[tianna8320]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Synopsis: When a visit to his office leaves you shaken, Bucky is determined to take care of you.

Word Count: 4.4k

Warning(s): CEO!husband!bucky x wife!reader. protective!bucky. no use of y/n. use of nicknames sweetheart and angel. established (secret) relationship. reader is a damsel in distress. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY WIFE" 🗣🗣🗣 trope. public humiliation. physical violence (reader is manhandled - not by bucky). hurt/comfort. angst, fluff, smut (holy trifecta) (18+ mdni!!!). vaginal fingering. lots of praising. bucky is Scary™ and only soft for reader.

Author's Note: GUYS HI I'M ALIVE 👋🏼 so sorry for being MIA. work has been kicking my ass. I've literally been skipping lunch and working through weekends bcs of how crazy it is (yeah I know it's bad). but other than that, I've also been having the worst case of writer's block ever. I have three fics in my draft that I kept deleting and rewriting because none of them turned out good enough. this is the only half decent thing I managed to produce. not fully happy with this bcs I wanted to spend more time on it, but I've also been itching to put out something for you guys, so pls bear with me 😔 hopefully you'll still like it 🧡 don't forget to comment/like/reblog 💕

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

As soon as you step through the rotating doors, a relieved breath escapes your chest. 

The rain continues to patter outside, merciless in their mission to soak everyone who dares to leave the comfort of their home. Your wet hoodie clings to you like second skin; your cotton skirt dripping on the marble floors below. The back of your neck scorches as you notice a few sharp glances sliding your way. 

This is so not how you thought this day was going to go.

A quick coffee run with the girls had been the plan. The only plan. A chance to catch up with Wanda and Natasha amidst the unpredictability of everyone’s hectic schedules. Everything was going well. Up until the point you left the coffee shop, started the trek back towards the subway station, and realized something.

Your wallet was missing.

Not misplaced.

Not forgotten.

But actually missing.

You spent the next couple of hours retracing your steps—going back to the coffee shop, peering under evey chair and table, even asking the clueless barista if anyone had turned it in—but nothing. You even emptied your tote bag in the middle of the sidewalk at one point. Confirming that the wallet was, in fact, gone. To make matters worse, your phone had also died somewhere between Wanda showing you her latest painting project and Natasha's crude remarks about your sex life. In that raging desperation, you made a decision to resort to one last dramatic measure.

Bucky's office.

Inside your drenched sneakers, your toes curl. It’s silly for someone to feel this nervous about visiting their husband's place of work. But when the husband in question is none other than James Buchanan Barnes—CEO and founder of Barnes & Co.—you suppose the churning in your gut is somewhat justified. Especially when the prospect of visiting his office, impromptuly and without the dark cover of night, feels like crossing a threshold you've been avoiding for far too long.

You and Bucky have been together for over two years, married for one short, whirlwind month. The news of your wedding broke across the country like a hailstorm. Stirring a media frenzy and a nationwide intrigue revolving one question in particular.

Who is the woman that managed to conquer the heart of one of America's most eligible bachelors?

You've always dreaded the attention that comes with being Bucky's partner, hence why you asked to keep your identity a secret at the start of your relationship. And Bucky—despite having his reservations about not being able to love you loudly in front of the whole world—had agreed, but not before promising you that his world was yours to enter whenever you pleased.

You just never thought that the entrance would happen today.

The dribbles of rain have gathered into a puddle under your feet. You squirm as more eyes begin scrutinizing you as if you're a ketchup stain in their otherwise polished world of Rolexes and Armani-clad egos. Taking a deep breath, you will the thumping in your chest to abate, forcing your chin up as you stalk towards the front desk across the lobby.

The two receptionists are conversing among themselves when you approach, huddled over a phone on the desk. You’re about to open your mouth when the mention of a familiar name stops you dead in tracks.

“Bet she's just a ditzy arm candy,” one of them remarks. “I won’t be surprised if he found her at a yacht party.”

The other gasps scandalously, pausing mid-way of applying her dark red lipstick. “You think she's an escort?”

“I don’t think. I know.” The first one smirks. “But then again, a guy who looks like that? With that kind of money? Hell, he could probably get with any woman in the world.”

“Yeah, you're right. I'd gladly get on my knees and be the sidepiece if Bucky Barnes asked me.”

The two receptionists snicker.

A few paces away, you're standing with hands curled into fists, commanding the red hot emotion in your chest to dissipate before you do something you might regret.

Instead, you clear your throat.

Two pairs of eyes look up, and the moment they catch sight of you—teeth chattering and skirt trickling with mud—their expressions twist into something unpleasant. Dismissive. Judgemental in a way that causes your skin to crawl and your ears to ring.

“Can I help you?” asks the one with the red lipstick.

“Hi. Yes, please. I, uh—” you shift on your feet, “—I'm here to see Mr. Barnes.”

“He's in a meeting,” she replies, already tapping something on her keyboard. “Do you have an appointment?”

“No, but—”

“You need an appointment to see Mr. Barnes.” She smiles, so sickly sweet as she drags her eyes from your head to your toe. “I can't let you in. Sorry.”

“Okay. But I'm actually—”

“She said you can't go up, Ma’am,” the other receptionist interjects.

“If you could just call his office and tell them—”

“Mr. Barnes doesn't receive walk-ins,” says Red Lipstick, her gaze acrid when it lands on you. “Especially not from… strangers.”

You grit your teeth. “I'm his wife.”

The other receptionist snorts.

It takes everything in your power not to snap right then and there.

“Look,” you sigh, tugging at the hem of your drenched hoodie, “can I at least borrow a phone, then? Just to call his secretary?”

Red Lipstick sneers. “We're not a public phone booth.”

Next to her, the other receptionist doesn't even attempt to hide her smug smile. There is an ache prickling in the back of your eyes. You're soaked, freezing, and exhausted, and the last thing you need is to defend your identity in front of two people who seem to have resolved their judgement upon seeing your appearance. All you want to do right now is to get home, curl up in bed, and forget that this whole day ever happened in the first place.

“Fine,” you mutter, exhaling a stuttering breath, “I'll just wait then.”

You head towards the seating area several feet away, the leather squeaking the moment you sink down. Red Lipstick whispers something to her friend before picking up the desk phone.

Two minutes later, security shows up.

Chill licks up your spine as you watch the man in the uniform talking to the receptionist from earlier, the latter throwing daggers in your direction without bothering subtlety. You move your tote bag to your lap—as though the material can shield you from the impending confrontation—and clutch the canvas in a death grip when the security starts marching towards you.

“Ma'am.” The large man, all muscles and ear-piece, towers over you. “I need to ask you to leave the premises.”

You close your eyes.

This can't be happening.

“I'm not doing anything wrong.”

“You're causing a disruption.”

“Disruption?” you seethe, your voice shakier than you would like it to be. “I'm only sitting.”

“Please, Ma'am—”

“I'm just waiting for my husband, alright?” Your voice cracks. “Just—just please… give me five minutes. I'll just wait for his meeting to be over and—”

You don't get to finish your sentence.

Before you can fully process what is happening, the security guard has stomped forward, plunging his claws around your forearm, and jerks you up to your feet. You yelp as he begins to try and drag you away, scrambling to peel his vicious grip.

“Hey! What are you—? Let me go!”

“You need to stop resisting, Ma'am.”

“I'm not! Please, just… just let me go, you're hurting me!”

All around you, people have paused and begun watching. Businessmen halt mid-call. Women with perfect sleek buns turn their heads to lour at the sudden commotion. You're half certain that someone in the crowd has even pulled out a phone to record the whole thing. 

And yet, none of them steps forward to help.

Shame creeps up your neck, burning in tandem with the ache that now travels through your arm. Your sneakers screech against the marble floors as the security heaves you across the lobby, unperturbed by your whines of pain and your desperate pleas. 

No one seems to care.

That is until a voice breaks through your choked cries.

“What the hell is going on here?”

The crowd falls into a sudden hush, panting like the Red Sea to reveal the figure standing in front of the closing elevator doors.

Bucky Barnes.

His suit jacket is unbuttoned, tie slightly loosened from the tumult of the day. You can almost picture him tugging repeatedly at that piece of fabric as he sits in one of his tediously long meetings—the same tie that you bought for him several months prior. His steel-blue eyes scan the surroundings, flicking from the mass of foreign faces standing in his lobby to the scene that has seemingly rendered everyone frozen on their spot. His gaze lands on you—dripping, scared, and on the verge of crying—and immediately zeroes in on the security guard's iron grip around your forearm.

Bucky steps forward.

And something inside of him snaps.

"Get. Your fucking hands. Off my wife."

The meeting is running long.

Too long.

Bucky keeps glancing at the clock above the screen monitor, counting down the minutes until the longer hand strikes twelve. He barely hears the pitch being presented. Not when his mind isn't even present in the room. His phone sits face-down on the table, buzzing occasionally with email notifications, meeting reminders, missed phone calls, but not from the one person who matters the most.

You.

He sighs quietly.

When the final slide clicks off and the lights turn on again, Bucky doesn't waste time standing to his feet. “Good work,”  he says, already halfway out of the door. “We'll review the proposal and follow up. That's all.”

He doesn’t even give his team a chance to respond.

The hallway is deserted as he walks past. Bucky enters his office and shuts the door behind him, checking his phone to see the last four messages he has sent to you.

[08.28 AM] Have fun with Wanda and Nat. I'll see you tonight, angel ❤️

[11.47 AM] Still with the girls, sweetheart?

[12.04 PM] Let me know once you're home

[01.58 PM] Angel?

His jaw clenches.

Bucky presses the call button and brings the device to his ear, cursing when the line goes straight to voicemail. You never do this—leave his messages hanging for hours like this. You always answer—with a text or a phone call, sometimes with a single emoji response when you're too busy or too tired to form a proper one. A total silence is unheard of, and Bucky knows that this can mean one of two things.

Either your phone is dead… or something is wrong.

Bucky’s gut plummets.

He hits another number on his phone, his driver instantly answering on the second ring.

“Bring the car to the front,” Bucky orders. “I'm heading home.”

“Yes, sir.”

Bucky moves in quick lightning. Gathering his things and shoving important documents into his briefcase. He leaves the office and stops by his secretary's desk, who shoots out of her seat immediately upon seeing him.

“Cancel everything else for today. I'm going home.”

“Wait, what? But, Mr. Barnes, you still have—”

“I don’t care,” he says, already turning towards the elevator. “I need to check on my wife.”

Inside the elevator, Bucky fiddles with his cuffs, trying not to imagine the worst. There is a good chance you probably just forgot to charge your phone and got way too caught up reuniting with your friends to notice the time. Maybe you're already back home, asleep, snoring softly into his pillow. Maybe there really is no reason for Bucky to worry.

But he does worry.

Bucky has been worried for sometime. Particularly since the story of your wedding broke a month ago. 

He didn't say anything to keep you from stressing, but on the second week of your honeymoon in the Caribbean, Bucky received word from his security team that a stalker had tried to break into his house in Westchester. The perpetrator was caught and handed to the police before things could escalate, but it still wasn't enough to ease Bucky's mind. He had to relocate your residence temporarily to his penthouse in Manhattan—telling you a little white lie about doing some renovations at the house. Thankfully, you're none the wiser. You've always loved living at the heart of the bustling city, anyway.

The elevator doors open with a ding.

Bucky steps out, pausing in his tracks when he realizes there is a horde gathering in the lobby. People are murmuring among themselves, their necks craning as they attempt to sneak a peek at the center of the ruckus. Bucky's brows furrow.

“What the hell is going on here?” he bellows.

The crowd parts.

Bucky examines his surroundings. Seeing at least two people with their phones out, receptionists standing behind their desks, and heads turning towards a scene unfolding near the sofas.

There is a man there.

A man in uniform—a security guy—who has his hand around a woman's arm, trying to drag her away across the lobby.

The woman is drenched and shaking, voice hoarse from pleas that have fallen on deaf ears. When he finally catches her eyes—your eyes—blown wide with panic, the rest of the world seems to evaporate.

Bucky sees red.

“Get. Your fucking hands. Off my wife.”

The security guard falters, just for the briefest of milliseconds, but it's all Bucky needs to yank his hands off you. He shoves the guard so hard the man stumbles nearly five feet back. Bucky doesn't stop there—he grabs the guard by his collars, the man now trembling with fear in front of him. It doesn’t matter. Not to Bucky. Not after what he just saw this man was doing to you.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?!” Bucky froths, face twisting into stone. “Touching my wife like that? Dragging her out? Do you want me to fucking kill you?!”

“S-Sir, I—”

“Bucky.”

His head snaps.

Your voice is meek beneath the tense air of the lobby, but it reaches him nonetheless. It always does. One short utterance of his name from you is all it takes for Bucky to loosen his grip on the security guard, his breath catching in his throat as he finally takes you in—soaked to the skin, shivering, shoes drenched under your feet.

Everything else melts away.

In two long strides, Bucky is now standing before you, his large palms cradling your face with a softness that startlingly opposes the man that has threatened death upon another human being five seconds ago. There is a pinch in his forehead as he studies your face. His face contorting as if the sight of you alone has plunged a blade so deeply into his soul.

“Sweetheart.” His voice breaks. “What happened?”

Your lips quiver. “I-I'm sorry, Bucky. I didn't mean to… I lost my wallet, and my phone’s dead. Then it just—it started raining, and I—I didn’t know what else to do—”

“Shh, angel. It's okay.” He tugs you close, arms wrapping around you without hesitation, not caring the fact that your rain-soaked clothes are probably ruining his expensive suit. You press into him, an involuntary shudder running through your limbs. “Shit, angel, you're freezing.”

Bucky shrugs out of his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders, firm hands rubbing your back to transfer some of his warmth to you. His voice is so unbearably tender as it falls on your ears.

 “I’ve got you now,” he whispers. “You’re safe, angel. I’ve got you.”

Then, Bucky turns. 

Slowly.

“You,” he barks at the security guard, blue eyes burning with hellfire. “Explain. Now.”

The guard swallows. “Sir, I-I didn’t know. The receptionist said she was causing a disturbance. Said she was crazy. Claimed she was your wife. I was just following—”

“She is my wife.” Bucky’s voice is deathly quiet. Venomous. “And you fucking manhandled her.”

“I-I didn’t mean to—”

Bucky turns his gaze towards the front desk.

The girl with the red lipstick is now as white as a sheet. Beside her, the other receptionist doesn't seem to be doing much better.

“Mr. Barnes,” Red Lipstick begins. “I didn’t—I didn’t know. She didn’t look like… She just sat on the furniture like she owned the place, and she—”

“She does own the damn place,” Bucky snaps. “And she told you who she was. And instead of doing the one job you have—calling my office—you humiliated her. Called security. Let this entire lobby watch while you treat her like dirt.”

“I—I was just trying to—”

Bucky raises his hand.

The girl's jaw snaps shut.

“I want all of you gone. Now. Security. Receptionists. Both of you. Fired. I don’t want to see any of you here again.”

The other receptionist tries to speak, “But sir—”

“Do you want me to fucking repeat myself?”

The three of them stay quiet.

Bucky turns back to you then, still enveloped in his jacket, looking smaller and more vulnerable than the person he knows you to be. Something inside him splinters at the sight.

“Let’s get you home, sweetheart,” he murmurs.

He guides you through the lobby, tucking you against his side as if he's afraid to let even an inch of space separate the two of you from now on. Before he reaches the rotating doors, Bucky halts his steps. He sweeps his gaze across the crowd, a raging flame in his sternum when he sees some people with their phones still out.

Bucky takes out his own mobile, typing in something without ever retracting his other arm away from your frame. Seconds later, his driver appears through the rotating doors, taking a subtle double take at your state, before nodding dutifully at the two of you.

“I want you to get all the names of the people in this lobby,” Bucky commands. “Give them to me by tomorrow. Check their phones. Confiscate them if you find anything of my wife. Prepare a fund to reimburse them for the device, we will not be returning them.”

The driver nods.

“Oh, by the way—” Bucky adds, gesturing at the security guard and the two receptionists, “—those three? I want them gone by the end of the day. Make sure to blacklist their names. Notify our partners as well.”

With that, Bucky leads you away again. Out of the office, out of the rumpus, and straight into the safety of his arms.

By the time you reach the apartment, New York City is in mourning.

The rain has exploded into a full-blown storm. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the darkness that has befallen the entire city. The roar of thunder echoes through the floor, still rough, still formidable, but a little quieter now that you're swaddled in the safety of your home.

Next to you, another thunder is subsiding.

Bucky doesn't let go of your hand as you step further into the apartment. He holds you like you're procelain, tucking you a little closer into his side every time he feels a tremble running through you. His lips are pressed onto your temple as he leads you towards the hallway.

“You're shivering, sweetheart,” he points out. “Let me run you a bath, okay?”

You don't have the energy to respond.

In the bathroom, Bucky guides you to sit on the toilet. He moves through the space like a domesticated cyclone—filling in the tub, lighting up your favorite candles, adding in that lavender and eucalyptus oil that he knows you love. Steam is rising within minutes. Bucky turns back to you with the gaze of a man who is trying to spell out love with his eyes alone.

“I'm gonna take off your clothes now, alright?” 

He sheds each layer with reverence. As if he was revealing your secrets rather than taking off rain-soaked worn cotton. Bucky pauses every now and then to squeeze your hand, peppering tiny kisses along the knuckles, shifting closer every time he detects gooesbumps on your skin.

The whole thing is so sweet.

He is so sweet.

And it makes the whole dam you've been straining to uphold finally collapses.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, surprising him.

“Sorry?” Bucky is perplexed. “Angel, why are you sorry?”

“S-Sorry for… for showing up like that. For making a scene. I shouldn't—I must’ve embarrassed you—”

“Hey,” he says firmly, cupping your face in his hands. “No. Don’t do that.”

Tears cling to your lashes.

“You can never embarrass me, sweetheart. You’re my wife. The most important thing in my life. If anything, I should’ve been there sooner. None of this is on you.” Bucky brushes his nose to yours, massaging the nape of your neck. “I'm so sorry, angel. You didn’t deserve to go through any of that.”

Your breath stammers. 

Bucky leans back and presses his lips to your forehead.

“Come on.” He smiles. So tender and loving you think you might unravel completely. “Let me take care of you.”

He helps you into the tub, guiding you down into the warmth with a steady hand on your back. The water laps against your skin, chasing the chill from your aching bones as well as your bruised heart. The next thing that comes out of your mouth is a relieved sigh.

Bucky moves to stand.

Your hand shoots out and curls around his wrist before he can rise.

“Join me,” is all you say.

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

Bucky never takes his eyes off you even when he starts stripping down his clothes. He steps behind you in the tub, tugging you to his chest the moment he has settled into the bath. Your whole body liquefies on instinct the second his arms engulf your middle.

“I’ve got you now,” he murmurs, pledging the words to your temple. “You’re safe.”

Bucky reaches for your soap, lathering his plams with the scent of lavender and peppermint. You sigh and sink deeper into his chest as you feel his touch working over your skin—shoulders, arms, the curve of your back. He kisses each spot every time he finishes rinsing it off, running his tongue down your neck, whispering praises with each breath.

“So strong. So brave.” He nips at your ear. “So proud of you, sweetheart. I love you so much.”

Bucky continues peppering your skin with kisses. Experimenting with the graze of his teeth and the scrape of his tongue. You squirm in his hold when his fingers begin swiping at your chest. Subtle, at first, but then he takes a nipple between his fingers and twist it just enough to make you mewl in delight.

It's the best goddamn sound he has ever heard on this planet.

He begins massaging your breast with his left hand, the other one sliding lower and lower with every bruise he is sucking into your neck. Bucky parts your nether lips, feeling you soft and compliant under his touch. You jolt in his arms the moment he skims over your sensitive nub.

“B-Bucky—”

“Shh, I got you, angel. Don't worry,” he soothes, burying his face in your throat. “Just feel me. Gonna make you feel so good, okay? Just lean back and relax for me.”

You follow his instruction, letting yourself fall back onto his chest. Bucky starts rubbing you slowly, earnestly, circling his fingers around the one place that is yearning for him, never quite touching it just to tease those breathless sounds out of you even further. In front of him, you're panting. Your hips grinding against his hand as you attempt to chase more of those heavenly feelings.

“Look at you,” Bucky muses, relishing the way you're chasing more of his touch. “Always so beautiful for me. You know that, don't you, sweetheart?”

“Bucky,” you whine.

“Shh, I know, angel. I know. Doing so good for me.”

Bucky rubs his fingers over your clit, groaning when the motion tears a wrecked sound out of your throat. He carries on with his ministrations, playing your body like a musician would their favorite instrument. Alternating between lazy strokes and desperate flicks that have you gasping and writhing against him. 

“Oh God.” You close your eyes, brows creasing when Bucky eventually plunges two fingers into your heat.

He moves them in and out of you languidly. Curling his digits, feeling your walls contract and suck him deeper each time he stimulates that one spot that always paints your vision with stars. You're gripping his forearm now. Your head falling back onto his shoulder as his other hand slides downward towards your bundle of nerves.

Everything feels heightened.

Everything feels good.

You angle your head to the side and kiss his jaw as you feel a familiar knot forming in your abdomen.

“Bucky,” you whimper, locking your eyes with his. “I-I'm gonna—oh God, don't stop—I wanna—”

“Wanna cum, angel?” Bucky purrs, running his nose down your cheekbone. “Can feel you squeezing my fingers—shit. Go ahead, sweetheart. Let go for me. Let me see you.”

You come apart within seconds. The murmurs of Bucky's encouragement as your music and the kisses he leaves on your shoulder as your anchor. His fingers continue to drag in and out of you with reverence, prolonging your pleasure, never once relenting until he is sure you've given him everything that you could.

“That's it, sweetheart. You did so well.” He tilts your chin up, leaving a chaste kiss in the corner of your lips. “Such a good girl for me.”

He holds you until your breathing slows, until the thrum under your skin quietens and your nerve endings stop lighting up in flames. Bucky helps you out of the bath with a towel already warm in his hands, drying you carefully, each brush a well-concocted plan because he knows you deserve nothing less than the utmost form of care.

Once you're dressed, Bucky leads you to your shared bed. You're already half asleep by the time he tucks the covers around your frame, brushing his thumb across your cheek.

“I love you,” he confesses into the quiet. “You’re my whole world, angel.”

You blink at him, eyes drowsy but warm. “Love you, too.”

Bucky slides in beside you, pulling you close until your head is rested on his chest and your hand finds the steady beating of his heart.

Outside, the storm continues to rage. Anguish in its name and its promise, chasing thunders with the stable clatter of the rain.

Inside, though, it's quiet. A stretch of silence merely rustled by the intakes of breath and the soft snores of Bucky's whole life—his wife. His world. Kept securely inside the certainty of his embrace where nothing and no one else would be able to lay their hands on you.

And with that reassurance, Bucky closes his eyes, drifting off with his heart stitched solidly to yours.

[tianna8320]

Across The Universe(s)

Bucky Barnes x reader

In every universe, he is hers.

Includes: slight smut, angst! Reader is referred to as 'she'

A/N Notes: i dont know why im doing this to myself BUT YOLO. Also, this fic is going to be tied in with a fanfic im making hehe..if theres mistakes..ill fix em in the morning

"what are you doing here grumpy" A voice interrupted the man's thoughts as he gazed on the people who passed by, thinking about the sacrifices that made it all happen. It was something he tried not to think of often, but how could he not? He turned to see the women approaching him, and he sighed. "Dont you have anything better to do?" he grunted out as the women chuckled, leaning on the wall behind him.

He liked her...at special times.

"Not a good day today huh?" She hummed out, her hands in her pockets. he cant exactly pinpoint the day he had first seen her, She was a agent at S.H.E.I.L.D but he had heard through the grapevine fury was mentoring her, and it showed. She was just as ruthless and tactical when it came to how she fought, the decisions she made. Although first he was weary of her, she meant no harm. She stuck around him, he didn't know why, but at the back of his mind he dare to think that it was...because of him? But what use would she have for someone like him?

"Im...just thinking." Bucky sighed out, as the women walked to him looking at him, "What's wrong?" she asked softly, her brows furrowed as people kept on walking.

He lied. He did like her most if not all the time.

She had become one of his closest confidants, and was usually always there to walk him through things he was struggling with. It really began with stories of comrades who had long since passed and...who's names that for the life of him he could not remember, Bucky felt guilty for not being able to, but she would tell him that it wasn't his fault. Although it didn't take the pain away, it still felt...comforting to hear her say that. It was funny, at first glance she was a shield agent with an aura that he could only describe as fox-like. She could adapt to anything, and you could travel with her for years and the smiles she would give you would make you think you two are best friends, But in reality....You know nothing of her.

But he knew her.

And although it shamed him to even admit it, their friendship had escalated to more. Bucky accumulated it to a moment of weakness, or maybe the fact that the two had one too many drinks....Well, it was more than once honestly. They knew each other intimately as well, he knew which part of her body made her release the sweetest of noises, and she knew which part of him made him too weak to even say anything. It became a ritual almost, and waking up to each other wasn't as awkward as the last. Well to him anyways, she just woke up as if it was another day for her, he liked that about her honestly. This was until a letter appeared at his apartment, It was white and the writing was in red ink, with a name he had not heard in years, a name that made his heart skip a beat every time he heard it.

"She what??" The woman breathed out as she looked at bucky, the cold began to tint his nose pink as well as cheeks. It was cute. She thought more a moment before the realization set in that Natasha, who had been MIA(Not really) had reached out to him. Natasha had went off a while ago, cutting off all contact with Bucky. Maybe Natasha had her reasons, it was her place to judge. But she did hate how it left bucky, he would tell her that it was fine. Bucky didn't think anyone had noticed, but at the mention of Natasha's name his eyes would dart down, for just a moment. "Well, what are you gonna do about it?" She asked softly as Bucky shifted on the curb as Bucky's eyes gazed down at the pavement.

Maybe she was naive, or maybe just plain stupid. All those small moments where she had thought something was there, like how Bucky would let her treat his wounds. How he would laugh at something she said, god his smile was so beautiful that the first time she made him laugh she was done for. Or how soft he looked when his fingers ran through the alpine's soft white fur. He didn't even know how sweet he was, and good he was SO sweet, It was funny the first time they slept together he was so...patient.

"Is this okay?" he would breathe out softly as she lay on the bed smiling at the question. "Yes, it's fine, bucky" She would reply, her hand reaching for his. "You can do anything. I trust you" she breathed out her lips pressing against his neck. As their breaths mixed together and their fingers intertwined, she told herself that he was hers at that moment. oh..and how she loved how he let her cut his hair when it got too long. "Maybe you should grow it out...experiment a little" She huffed out holding his hair in her hand as his body with the sigh he let out. "no" he answered simply as she glared at him, "Why not?" she replied, already cutting off the tips as they fell to the floor. "Because it's a-" "A hazard in battle?" She interrupted

"Yea"

"but if you grew it out-" "no" he started chuckling a bit as she grinned, shaking her head.

Many times she had been the ones to break hearts, get the information she needed and then she was gone like she was never there. There was really no question why with bucky that was different, because truthfully she herself didn't know that, and in the back of her mind she herself had denied those feelings for a short while. (And failed miserably.) Should she have said something? What if she had told him she loved him since he first smiled at her? Would he have changed his mind? if he had indicated to her he li-

'no, you're being naive.' she thought to herself as she sat in the jet, sometime had passed since Bucky had gotten Natasha's letter asking him for help in sokovia, and just like that he was gone. He turned up eventually. But this time a random number called her and she answered. Bucky's voice was rough but he spoke "Need you" he said simply before hanging up and sending coordinates. She tried to message the number.

But the messages didn't go through. But she complied. The get landed as she walked out and was greeted by bucky who had just got there.

"How'd it go?" she asked with a smile grazing her face looking at him, he had gained some new cuts and bruises, but nothing he couldn't handle. "Well enough" he replied, he seemed. Different. Her eyes got onto a glimpse of red and she looked behind him, Natasha stood there with some bags at her feet as the women waved and turned to bucky. "Are you leaving?" she said softly as her eyes ran across his features as Bucky looked down at her.

"We are" He breathed out softly turning to Natasha who smiled at him, "Were... married" Bucky added as a soft smile graced his lips,

"Holy shit" She breathed out, "Bucky Barnes." she said her hand on her waist with a smile. "That's just-that's...amazing" She whispered out looking up at him "where will you guys go?" she asked as Bucky turned to Natasha. "I'm not too sure yet" Bucky admitted, "Truthfully I'm not sure I'm ready to give up the fight" he said, his voice softer than it usually was.

"Bucky, we have the other avengers on stand-by" She laughed, "don't even think about it,"

"i-"

"Go" She ordered, "go be with your wife" She said nodding to Natasha, as Bucky looked to her, his brows furrowed. The sun had begun to set and his face was stuck in an ethereal glow. "It isn't goodbye" she said softly as Bucky looked at her, "we'll bump into each other, we always do in some way shape or form" she teased as Bucky chuckled. "I guess we do," he replied softly as her brown eyes met his, "Take care of yourself" Bucky said, hand on her shoulder. "I always look after myself" she scoffed, rolling her eyes but then chuckling, "Now go, go away" she said waving her hand as he smiled walking away. "Congrats!" she exclaimed, waving as Natasha smiled, waving at her direction and entering the jeep alongside with Bucky who turned back to her and waved one more time and entered the car.

She watched as their car drove off into the shadows off the night as she looked down, Her lips quivered for a moment before looking up, shaking her head and walking back into the jet.

Her eyes opened as her heart raced an overwhelming sense of sadness rushing over her as she sat up on her bed, touching her cheeks that were damp. she caught her breathe as a hand touched her bare arm. "you alright?" his sleepy voice pulled her attention to him, his eyes were filled with drowsiness as he slowly sat up with her, his blue eyes slowly opening up more as she stared at him. "What?" he breathed out as she admired him, " Bucky, I just had a weird dream were we were in a comic book and you ran off with some red-head" she sniffed out as she wiped her eyes that were red as Bucky let out a heartily laugh, "It was just a dream" He murmured pulling her to his chest his metal arm around her shoulder, his head against hers.

"It felt so real" She whispered out, "Like you were really leaving me" she said softly. "I loved you so much in that dream" she breathed out her fingers tracing his bare chest. "It was just that, a dream" Bucky pointed out as she sniffed closing her eyes. He slowly laid her down facing towards her as he began to close his eyes. But he opened them again as he let out a soft breath scooting closer to her.

"Your okay.." Bucky whispered as she looked at him, "I know that" she said softly, 'Then what is it?" he asked as she slowly began to smile. "its just...funny how a dream about losing you is enough to scare me" she replied as Bucky smiled, "...i think it would be the same for me" he stated as her smiled widened and she closed her eyes and he slowly leaned towards her placing a kiss on her head, her cheek and her mouth as the two slowly dozed off into the night.

In every universe, he was hers.

But in this one he was yours.

[tianna8320]

Mon Cher FINAL Chapter 9

*Idea found on TikTok by @yaberdat aka Finnley.*

“A modern day writer exploring a vampire’s estate during the day.  Wondering why a random room was locked.  Until…they find a Victorian painting of themself.”

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Y/N’s eyes opened slowly.  She laid still for a long moment, taking in the sight before her.  She was lying on her side facing the window.  The sun was just rising, peeking over the horizon slowly and casting the willows in shades of pink and orange with the new day sun.  The colors looked so vibrant it shocked her, taking her breath away.  And was her vision…clearer?  She took a deep breath, but didn’t feel the telltale thumping of her heart when she did so.  Her memory came back in flashes…her birthday…the Vampire Ball…Bucky biting her…she was changed.  A new flood of memories came rushing back from her previous life.  Whilst when she was human the memories had been a bit fuzzy, now they were clear, like she had just lived them the day prior.

“Y/N?”  

She turned over onto her back and looked up to see Bucky.  His eyes were wide, looking her over carefully and in relief.  Y/N stared at him, taking in the intricacies of his face that he human eyes had not been able to see.  She reached her hand up and caressed his cheek with her fingers softly, making his eyelids flutter at her touch.  “Mon cher,” she breathed and smiled at him.  

Bucky sputtered out a breath, smiling a watery smile back at her.  “Welcome back,” he said.  “How do you feel?”

Y/N took a quick inventory of herself.  She felt…refreshed.  Renewed.  Like she’d woken up from the first real, good rest of her life.  Any aches or pains she had before were now nonexistent.  She felt relaxed but…hungry.  “I feel amazing,” she said, looking at him and then around the room, taking in every detail she hadn’t been able to see or notice before.  

“Hungry?” he asked with a knowing smirk.

“Yes,” she said, a gravelly sound coming through her voice.  

He nodded and leaned down, kissing her deeply.  It helped to distract her for a moment from the hunger, and she got lost in the kiss.  It felt even more arousing, the desire pulsing through her in a way that made her feel like she would never stop burning.  He chuckled as she pawed at him.  “Mmh, as much as I’d love to get right to fucking, you need to eat first,” he said.  “I brought someone for you.”  He pulled away and turned to the door.  “Come in!”  The door opened and a man walked in that she didn’t recognize.  He was moving like he was drunk, his eyes glazed over as he trudged into the room and to the side of the bed.  Y/N pulled herself up as Bucky got out of her way.  “This is Ulysses.  He’s had quite a rap sheet for years, and recently was found pimping women on the outskirts of town.”  Y/N bristled at the information and glared at Ulysses, her nostrils flaring as she smelled his blood, his pulse just under the surface making her mouth water.  Bucky stood at the end of the bed and leaned on the frame, watching her.  “No one will miss him.”

Y/N took that as an invitation, and with inhuman speed reached out and dragged Ulysses onto the bed.  She shoved his head to the side and promptly bit into the vein.  He jerked and yelped in pain, but didn’t fight her.  She sucked hard, and the burst of blood across her tongue made her growl.  She was aware of Bucky circling the bed, supervising to make sure things didn’t get out of hand.  The first feed was always the most bloodthirsty, and this wasn’t any different.  She could feel the life dimming from Ulysses, could hear his heartbeat slowing considerably like she could hear it from her own body, and his breathing became labored.  “Very good, Y/N,” Bucky’s voice said from somewhere nearby.  “Take it all.  We don’t want him changed.”  She hummed as she sucked the last few drops, then sighed heavily while unlatching from his neck.  “Now heal it,” Bucky instructed, and she licked at the bite on Ulysses neck, watching the skin close as his last breath rattled from his chest and his body sagged against the mattress.  

She breathed heavily as she licked her lips of any last bit of blood, sitting back on her haunches away from the body.  Bucky’s hands caressed her shoulders, massaging the muscles there as she leaned back against him.  “Good girl,” he praised her, kissing the top of her head.  “You did so well.  So clean for a first feed, very good my darling.”

Y/N preened at his praises, looking up at him from a strange angle.  “I feel…better,” she said as he wrapped a hand around her throat, his thumb stroking over the arch of her neck and along her jawline.  

Bucky leaned down again and kissed her upside down, his tongue poking out to lick at a speck of blood just below her bottom lip that she had missed.  “You’ll learn what you like,” he said.  “But in your last life you preferred to feed on dangerous men who hurt others.  So I thought we’d start there and see how you feel.”

She smirked at him before shifting to face him and wrapping her arms around his neck.  “You know me so well,” she said lowly, leaning in and kissing all over his face.  “So much has changed and yet…nothing at all.”  He chuckled, and she could tell his embrace was tighter than it was when she was human, since now she wasn’t as breakable.  That made her smile, and she nipped at his jaw.  “I hope changing me wasn’t too painful for you.”

Bucky scoffed.  “Not nearly as painful as what you went through.”

“No, but like you said, you had to watch me die again,” she said, pulling away to look at him.

He exhaled sharply and shook his head, his eyes looking sad again.  “Yes, it was painful for me to watch,” he said.  “But not nearly as bad as the first time, because I knew for sure you would wake up again soon.  It was…different.”

Y/N nodded as she swept her thumbs across his cheeks, then she smiled again.  “But it’s done.  Now we are officially forever, mon cher.”

Bucky’s smile matched hers, the sadness leaving his face.  “We are forever,” he breathed.

“How long has it been?” she asked.

“Just a little over 24 hours,” Bucky answered.  “The girls keep calling and asking to take you out for a 30th birthday brunch.  They think I’m holding you hostage.”

Y/N laughed, and he chuckled with her.  “Well, how about you hold me hostage for a few more hours,” she said seductively.  “And I’ll call them back at a reasonable time.”

Bucky pushed her back onto the bed, shoving the body off of it to make room for them.  “Whatever you want, my darling.”

***

The first few months were hard for Y/N, having to learn how to quench the bloodthirst in the 21st century.  She had easy targets in Kate and Yelena, but she didn’t want to do that to them.  Even in her new form, she still had standards for her meals.  She preyed on the drug dealers, the underground pimps, and anybody else she could find that wasn’t a good person.  She learned how to use her thrall again, and seemed quite adept at it, surprising herself and Bucky at how easily it came to her.  He was a huge help to her, and they would go out to feed once a month, or take advantage when it was possible.

She didn’t work for Toussaint anymore, and instead enjoyed her time doing more design work with her clients, building her portfolio and spending time with the girls.  The whole thing with being invited into private residences wasn’t always an issue since most people did so out of common politeness, or she was able to twist the conversation into getting them to invite her in.  Overall the life of a vampire wasn’t that bad, and she felt more in her element than she had in her human life.  

“So how are things going with the sugar daddy?” Kate asked one day while they were at the mansion again for dinner.  

Y/N scoffed, making the others laugh.  “He’s not my sugar daddy.”

“Are you sure about that, doll?” Bucky asked as he came around the corner carrying plates of food and setting them in front of girls before serving them drinks.  

That made the girls laugh again, and Y/N rolled her eyes.  “Cheeky,” she teased him, pinching his butt.

He narrowed his eyes at her, and she smirked.  “Ugh, you’re both cute, we get it,” Yelena groaned.  “Quit it.”

“So how’s it been living in the Barnes mansion?” Kate asked as she started eating.  “Is it weird living in like a time capsule?”

“Not really,” Y/N said, taking a sip of the drink.  Human food wasn’t appetizing to her and Bucky, but she ate it anyway to blend in.  

“Well I guess not, since you’re both history nuts,” Kate nodded.  “How did you come into owning it anyway, Bucky?”

Bucky sat down and held Y/N’s hand.  “It’s been in my family for years.”

Yelena scoffed, then frowned and looked at him in confusion.  “What’s your last name Bucky?”

“Barnes,” he said automatically.

Y/N leaned in toward him.  “What are you doing?” she whispered through tight lips.  He merely winked at her and watched the girls’ reactions.

“Okay, very funny,” Yelena said, her tone becoming more concerned.  “The Barneses never had children.”

“You’re right,” Bucky said with a smirk.  “I’ve owned it since 1903.”

Kate’s stare turned into a glare.  “What the fuck?” she asked, getting perturbed.  “Are you nuts?  What is this?”

Y/N quickly put her hands up.  “Wait, you guys, just listen–”

Bucky leaned on the table and tilted his head at the girls.  “What will it take for you to believe me?”

Yelena and Kate looked at each other then back at him.  “Sure, okay, weirdo,” Yelena started.  “Lord Barnes was the vampire of the bayou, right?  So show us your fangs, vampy.”

Bucky shrugged at them and smiled widely.  His fangs grew with a shlick sound from his gums as his eyes shifted red.  They both gasped and leaned away from him, then Kate glanced at Y/N and reached a shaking hand toward her.  “Y/N–”

“It’s okay,” Y/N said, keeping a hand up toward them in surrender.  “He won’t hurt you.  It’s true, okay?  I know it sounds and looks crazy but I am Lady Barnes, reincarnated into this life as Y/N Y/L/N.  Bucky has been waiting for me for years.  Please–”

“Those people on the news,” Yelena whispered, her eyebrows shooting up as she realized.  “The ones all found dead last year in weird ways…when they found Z…that was you?” she asked Bucky.

“Yes,” he said with a short nod.  “I have no issues killing an abuser and vampire hunters.”

“Vampire hunters?” Kate sputtered.  

Y/N closed her eyes and hung her head in frustration.  “Seriously, Buck, we should have talked about this…guys please,” she said desperately, rounding the table and walking over to them.  “Please believe me.  I would have told you sooner but obviously this is crazy–”

“Just a bit,” Kate said, sounding panicked.  “You brought a vampire into our house?  You’re Lady Barnes?  Reincarnation is real?  I…everything I know is a lie,” she said, looking off in a daze.

“You fucked a vampire?” Yelena huffed out a laugh.  “For real?”

Bucky laughed at that, and they all looked at him in surprise.  “Of all the things to be worried about in this situation,” he chuckled.  

“It’s real, it’s all real,” Y/N said pleadingly, ignoring him.  “I don’t know how I came back, but I did.  I always knew I felt off.  I just didn’t know why until I met him and it all clicked.  I was from a different time.  Now I’m back and we’re together again, and I wanted to tell you guys but I didn’t know how.”

“Wait,” Yelena said, subtly pulling back from Y/N.  “Are you…are you a vampire now?”

Kate’s eyes widened comically as she stared at Y/N.  “No, no, ‘cause you went out with us during the day last week.  You’ve been eating what we eat and–”

“I am,” Y/N nodded, keeping her hands up.  “He changed me on my birthday.  It was what I wanted.  Some vampire myths are just myths.”

They stared at her in disbelief.  “Are you guys going to suck our blood?” Kate asked in a shaky voice.

“No,” Y/N shook her head vehemently, and as Bucky shook his head they glanced at him in panic.  “I love you two, why would I want to kill you?”

“Well, it wouldn’t kill them–” Bucky started.

Y/N shushed and glared at him, making him bite back a smile and look down.  They all stared at each other for a long moment, then Yelena sighed heavily and rubbed her temples with her fingers.  “One of my best friends is a vampire,” she said quietly.  “What is my life?”

Kate let out a panicked laugh.  “I…okay, so…now what?”

“Nothing,” Y/N said reassuringly.  “I guess Bucky thought now was as good a time as any to tell you,” she said through gritted teeth at him.

He just winked.  “They were gonna find out someday.  Might as well be now.”

Y/N sighed and reached her hands out toward her friends.  “I’m still me, just a little different now.”

“Yeah, as in undead,” Yelena said in a deadpanned tone, but put her hand in hers.  “I mean, I’d rather not get eaten, just so we’re clear.  But I love you.”

Kate’s hand was still shaking as she placed it in Y/N’s other hand.  “Yeah I love you but I don’t want you sucking on my neck, at least, not like that.”

Y/N snorted, and that seemed to break the tension over everybody.  “I promise I won’t ever feed from you,” she said, then looked at Bucky.

“I swear I won’t,” Bucky said, holding a hand up.  “Scouts honor.”

“Were the Scouts around in 1900?” Yelena asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Actually no,” Bucky laughed, his eyes shifting back to blue and his fangs shortening back to canines.  

The dinner went on as usual, although with a bit more of a strained air.  The girls asked a lot of questions about being vampires and what it entailed, and Y/N answered as honestly as she could.  It was strange, having it all out in the open, but also incredibly freeing.  She didn’t have to tip-toe around the subject or rephrase things.  Once the girls left Bucky wrapped her up in a hug and pressed her against the front door.  “You little shit,” she said, glaring at him.

“I’m sorry,” he laughed, dipping his head and kissing her neck.  “I should have talked to you about it, but I thought it was high time we stopped hiding from the important people in our lives.  I trust them, and you trust them, so why not tell them?”

“Because it’s a crazy thing to say!” Y/N said, smacking his shoulder.  

“Well we’re a couple of crazy things to exist,” he said, tickling her sides in retaliation.  

She squirmed and giggled, then sighed as he pulled away to look at her.  “I’m glad they know,” she said.  

“See?  I did the right thing,” he teased, feeling her up slowly.  “Now it’s been a few weeks, and I could really use a good meal.”

Y/N smirked.  “I heard there’s a Neo-Nazi protest going on in Metairie,” she said suggestively.  “Not very tasty, but easy.”

His smile turned dangerous, his eyes shifting red as he inhaled deeply.  “God, I love you,” he said.  

Y/N’s undead heart felt like it could burst with happiness as she cupped his face in her hands.  “I love you, mon cher.”

Thank you all so much for the likes, comments, follows and reblogs!! I hope you liked this one. I'm not sure what will come out next, but rest assured I'm working on multiple different things. Love you little darlings!

[tianna8320]

Mon Cher Chapter 8

*Idea found on TikTok by @yaberdat aka Finnley.*

“A modern day writer exploring a vampire’s estate during the day.  Wondering why a random room was locked.  Until…they find a Victorian painting of themself.”

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The next few weeks were a whirlwind.  Bucky spent most of his time at her place, integrating himself into her life fully while she continued working and then planning the Vampire Ball with him.  He had many connections around the city from old friendships that had endured the test of time, and money had been no issue since he’d been smart through the years and invested in multiple companies that had been on the rise throughout history.  That and using thrall usually helped keep them in well-off conditions in their early life together, and he’d been able to be under the radar ever since she had passed in her previous life, only revealing himself to certain people he felt he could trust or would be beneficial to him in the long term.  As October started he had everything planned out and ready to the last minute detail, and even had the grounds behind the Barnes mansion updated and renovated into a large outdoor ballroom with grand tents, booths for local vendors lining the dance floor, a large open bar, a DJ, with lights and decorations all scheduled to be hung and delivered the day of.  It was a madhouse, but Bucky was excited, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile at his precise planning and demand that everything be perfect for her 30th birthday and the return of the Vampire Ball.

“Let me see, darling,” Bucky said impatiently beyond the changing curtain.

“Just one second,” the seamstress, Wanda, called back pointedly.  She finished lacing up the corset of the dress, adjusting a few more things before stepping back and appraising Y/N, then smiled and nodded.  “Good,” she said.  “And with the styling, it’ll be the perfect replica.”

Y/N smiled as Wanda pulled back the curtain and revealed them to Bucky waiting on the sofa.  The second he laid eyes on Y/N his face went slack in awe, his eyes wide as he stood slowly.  Y/N’s smile widened as she turned in the dress to let him see the whole thing.  It was a beautiful recreation of the black dress she had seen in her vision: a 1920s flapper evening dress, black and sheer with shiny gold and black sequins in a spidery yet art nouveau pattern, tassel sleeves and tassels tickling around her shins and ankles, paired with matching black heels and a lacy shawl.  The headpiece would be added later when her hair was all done up, but overall she looked like an early 1900s vampire beauty.  “What do you think?” she asked him as he slowly approached her.

Bucky reached her and fingered the tassel sleeves, his eyes sweeping over her appreciatively.  He then cupped her cheek with his left hand and looked at her adoringly.  “Perfect,” he breathed.  

Wanda hummed happily.  “I’m glad it’s to your liking, Mr. Barnes,” she said.  “There is a matching mask as an option if you’d like–”

“No,” he said quickly.  “No hiding my pretty darling on her birthday.”

Wanda nodded and stepped away.  “I’ll put it in the notes.”  

When she walked away to the front of the shop Bucky embraced Y/N tightly.  “It’s just like our last ball,” he said quietly in her ear.   “Do you like it, doll?”

“I love it,” Y/N said as she squeezed him back.  Her heart fluttered at how much he wanted this all on her terms, catering to her every want and whim.  “I’m so excited, mon cher.  I can’t wait for…when it’s time,” she said quietly.  Bucky stiffened a little at that, but pulled away and kissed her gently.  “I know it hurts you,” she said reassuringly, running her fingers through his hair.  “But you won’t lose me, not really.  Not this time.  Not ever.”

She gave him as reassuring a smile as she could, and he took a deep breath before nodding, smiling back at her.  “Not ever,” he agreed.

***

It was finally Halloween.  Y/N had spent the night at the mansion, where Bucky had rung in her 30th year with a night full of love making.  A few hours before the party Yelena and Kate had come early to start getting ready and help out with anything they needed, but Bucky had it all covered and left them to have some girl time.  Y/N admired herself in the mirror in the bedroom, adjusting the straps of her dress and fixing her hair with the matching headpiece that draped jewels across her forehead and around her head.  

“You look exactly like the portrait,” Yelena said, coming up behind her as she fixed her own earrings.  

“Eerily similar,” Kate said.  “You sure you and Bucky aren’t the actual reincarnation of Lord and Lady Barnes?”

Y/N just smiled knowingly, which made her look exactly like the portrait across the hall from the bedroom they were in.  “We are,” she said, arching her eyebrow at them.  They both laughed, thinking she was joking.  Bucky had officially moved her into the mansion a few days prior, and as much as the girls had been sad to lose her they were extremely grateful to Bucky for helping them pay the rent for the next year until they could find a new roommate, and were happy for Y/N to find herself in such a loving and caring relationship.  

A little while later she could hear the music starting outside and the raising of voices as people started showing up for the ball.  Hundreds of invitations had been sent out to people all around New Orleans, some she knew but most she didn’t.  But none of that mattered.  She was just there to enjoy her last night of being human, then be eternally connected to her love.  Bucky came to shoo the girls away to join the party and then led Y/N to an area where they would make their grand entrance for the ball.

“Are you ready my darling?” he asked, squeezing her hand in his.

“Ready,” she nodded with an excited smile.  

He smiled widely at her, and let his fangs grow fully and his eyes shift red as part of his “costume.”  She smirked at the change, and he winked at her conspiratorially before knocking on the door.  They waited a beat before the doors opened and spotlights lit them both up as he walked her out onto the terrace.  There was thunderous applause and sounds of surprise at the crowd seeing the actual embodiment of an old ghost story come to life.  Bucky smiled widely, showing off his fangy smile and Y/N nodded and waved at the people.  He took a microphone set up nearby and held it up to his mouth.

“Welcome, New Orleans, to the Vampire Ball,” he announced loudly.  Another loud round of applause erupted from the crowd below.  “I am Lord James Barnes, and this is my wife, Lady Y/N Barnes,” he introduced them, looking at her proudly.  “We’ve been gone for a while…” the crowd chuckled politely.  “But my love has returned to me,” he said, still looking at Y/N.  “And we are excited to resurrect a tradition lost to time.  So take a look around, have a drink, and dance the night away.  Tonight will be a night to die for,” he winked, making the crowd laugh again as he squeezed Y/N’s hand.  “Let’s say a Happy Birthday to the woman of the hour!”  The crowd all clapped and cheered “happy birthday” to Y/N, making her giggle.  “And Happy Halloween!”

The party kicked off with a bang as the DJ played a medley of songs that were remixes of old jazz and blues classics put over modern beats, a touch that Bucky had insisted on to keep the party on theme.  He led her down the stairs and to the crowd of people dancing or waiting to greet them.  Y/N laughed, danced, drank, sang and mingled with the crowd, making sure to spend time with Yelena and Kate and visiting Toussaint at the booth he was at giving readings to people.  She was showered with love and attention by Bucky, making it the best birthday of her human life.  At the end of the night as people steadily started leaving, and she bid goodbye to her friends, Bucky led her back upstairs to their bedroom.  He thralled the staff he hired to handle the straggler guests and cleanup as he closed the turret door and locked it soundly behind them.  Y/N heart rushed as the anticipation flowed through her for what was to come soon.

“Are you afraid?” Bucky asked, coming up behind her at the window where she was looking out over the willow trees and the bayou.

“No,” she answered truthfully.  “Just nervous.”

He hummed as he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his face in the crook of her neck, sniffing her deeply as he squeezed her tight.  He let out a deep hum.  “I’m going to miss the way I can hear your blood rushing,” he said quietly.  “The way you smell so sweet but…almost spicy, too.  Especially when you cum.”

Y/N giggled and turned around in his arms.  “I’m beginning to think you like me better this way,” she said teasingly.

“Oh I love you this way,” Bucky agreed.  “I’ve grown fond of this,” he said lowly as his fingers brushed against her pulse on her neck.  “And the way you blush,” he breathed, leaning down and kissing both of her cheeks.  “It’s killing me to have to hurt you to change you, my darling.”

“A little pain for an eternity with you is worth it,” Y/N said, nuzzling his nose.  

Bucky exhaled sharply, resting his forehead on hers as he held her and swayed for a while longer.  She could tell he was prolonging the moment, waiting as long as he could before changing her forever.  His hands traveled up from her waist to her face, cupping under her jaw and making her look at him.  He analyzed her carefully.  “Are you sure this is what you want?” he whispered.  

“Yes,” she answered instantly.  As nervous as she was, she had never been more sure of anything before.  

He took a deep breath, like he was calming his own undead heart, before nodding and smiling at her.  “Alright, doll,” he said.  He then slowly helped her get undressed, pressing kisses all over her body, then slipped a simple night dress over her that she had chosen beforehand.  He led her over to the bed and had her lay down then got himself undressed into his underwear.  He then crawled on the bed until he was hovering over her like he was about to make love to her again.  His lips never stopped their journey over her skin, and his kisses became more insistent and hungry as his mouth parted and his tongue licked over collarbone, sucking on the skin of her throat and nipping at her playfully.  Y/N huffed a laugh as he embraced her again while he nuzzled the juncture between her neck and her shoulder, sniffing at her jugular heavily.  Her adrenaline was flying through her veins, making her almost dizzy as the anticipation built to new heights within her body.  All she could do was focus on breathing normally, her hands gripping the bed spread as her legs shook from anxiety by his hips.  “I will be right here with you the entire time,” Bucky said reassuringly.  “I will drink from you one last time, then let the venom spread rather than sucking it out.”  Y/N nodded, tilting her head to the side for him.  Bucky pulled away and twisted his face to kiss her again.  “I love you, human Y/N,” he said cheekily.

Y/N giggled, appreciating him trying to help her relax.  “I love you,” she breathed shakily.

Bucky smiled at her sadly, then nuzzled his way back to her neck.  She tilted her head and took deep, steadying breaths as he licked at her neck heavily.  She could feel the sharpness of his fangs, making her tense, and the final bite.  His fangs sunk into her neck like before, causing her to whine in pain and slightly jerk, but then it dulled as he sucked from her for a moment.  He let out a low whimper at tasting her for the last time, his hold on her tightening.  She let herself calm down as he drank, taking comfort in his heaviness on top of her and grounding her.  He stopped sucking at her neck, pausing as he let his fangs stay in her skin for a few long beats of time, then let out a shaky breath and pulled away.  He licked over the wound to heal it, then kissed the spot.  Just as he was pulling away to look at her she felt the first licks of the burning sensation he had warned her about pulsing in her vein at her neck.

“I’m so sorry, my love,” he whispered, seeing her frown in pain and her eyelids flutter.  “I’m here, I’m right here…”

Y/N tried to pacify him, but the words failed on her lips.  The burning was getting worse, coursing through her blood painfully slowly.  She could feel it, like a tree root fire spreading deep within, but moving like sludge.  She tried not to make noise, not wanting him to feel any more awful than he already did for putting her through this, but she couldn’t stop the whines and cries as the venom pulsed through her.  Bucky held her as she twitched and jerked, kissed away her tears even though his own tears wet her face, and spoke sweet reassuring words to her the entire time but she couldn’t make out what he was saying anymore.

At some point she must have passed out, because she kept waking up writhing in unimaginable pain.  She had no concept of time, her brain becoming muddled as she felt herself slipping away.  Her heartbeat, once loudly thumping in her chest, was now a dull thud that happened every once in a while.  The blood rushing in her ears and making her dizzy was no longer thrumming.  She was going numb from her toes and fingers and up her limbs, her breaths getting slower and heavier.  Her cries and whines were few and far between, her tears stopping as she felt herself sinking into the mattress, all tension leaving her body.

“Darling…” she could make out the sad voice crying somewhere above her on the edges of her consciousness.  “Y/N…”  The burn eventually fizzled into a soreness that made her ache all over, the embers of the venom’s fire pulsing in place of a heartbeat.  “Come back…”

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Mon Cher Chapter 7

*Idea found on TikTok by @yaberdat aka Finnley.*

“A modern day writer exploring a vampire’s estate during the day.  Wondering why a random room was locked.  Until…they find a Victorian painting of themself.”

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The last hunter had been moving carefully after seeing his friends and comrades die.  Bucky tracked him stealthily, always keeping a wide breadth of him but making sure he knew every tiny aspect of his life.  The problem was that this hunter had obviously made a stop at Toussaint’s or another witch’s shop at some point, his own pouch necklace hiding under his shirt at all times.

“Well, maybe I can help,” Y/N said as Bucky griped about the situation.  

“No–” he immediately objected.

“You will be right there,” she said.  “You will keep me safe.  But if there’s a way to get him to take it off, he’ll need to be extremely inebriated and then you can thrall him to do what you want while I get rid of the necklace.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed at her, but she could see he was weighing it in his mind.  He couldn’t touch the hunter with the necklace on, couldn’t thrall or compel him, couldn’t even get too close without giving away his hidden presence.  He sighed heavily, grinding his teeth angrily.  “Fine,” he huffed.  “He’s going to that bar again tonight, probably to try and recruit more people.”

“So I’ll just sit and look pretty and open to conversation,” Y/N said urgently.  “Let me help you.”

That’s how she found herself in O’Connell’s pub that same night.  She was in one of her more risque going-out dresses and heavier makeup as she ordered a virgin drink to keep her wits about her.  Bucky was across the bar, sipping on a drink and watching her carefully but without being too obvious.  The moment the hunter walked in she could tell it was him.  Something about his aura just screamed paranoid and dangerous.  She schooled her face and sipped on her drink, looking around at the bar’s decor and architecture.  Thankfully she didn’t have to wait too long.

“Hey beautiful,” a man’s voice said next to her.

She looked up to see the hunter looming over her, his face too close to hers.  But she didn’t pull away, putting on as flirtatious a smile as she could.  “Hey,” she said shyly.

He looked pleased with himself as he sat on the stool at the bar next to her, leaning toward her again.  “What’s your name?” he asked.

“Y/N.  Yours?” she asked.

“Robbie,” he smirked.  

“Robbie?  Not Rob, Robert, Bob, Bobby–”

“No, just Robbie,” he said, smiling at her teasing but looking a little annoyed.  “What brings you to O’Connell’s?  I haven’t seen you around here before.”

Y/N adjusted herself to face him more, looking open to conversation.  “I’m kinda new in town.  Just slowly making my way through all the different pubs and bars to see what I like.”

“By yourself?” he asked, looking around expectantly.

“Yeah,” she said without missing a beat.  

He seemed pleased again and flagged down the bartender, ordering a pint.  “Can I get you a refill?  Maybe something a bit stronger?” he asked, eyeing her drink.

“I’ll take a refill,” she said.

Robbie was quick to get into a conversation with her about what it was he came to do that night.  She nodded and followed along with what he said, trying to find a way to bring up the necklace she could see hiding beneath his shirt.  She fiddled with her own pouch necklace that she wore for the night, and it finally caught his attention.  “Oh, I see you also believe,” he said, pulling his necklace out and resting it on his shirt, giving her an arched eyebrow.

“Believe in what?” she frowned.  “I just thought this was cute,” she pulled out her necklace and let it sit on her sternum.

“The person wouldn’t have sold it to you if you didn’t believe,” Robbie said with narrowed eyes.

Y/N sighed and smiled widely.  “Alright alright, you got me,” she giggled.  “I believe in vampires, witches and werewolves, oh my!”  He laughed at her joke, downing the rest of his pint and ordering another.  “It’s not something I tend to bring up in conversation,” she said.  “People just don’t get it.”

“I do,” Robbie said sympathetically, reaching out and putting his hand over hers.  She could practically feel Bucky bristling from across the pub.  She fought back her own reaction to pull away, instead giving him another smile.  “There’s a vampire here,” he said, leaning in further and keeping his voice down.

“There is?” she asked in mock surprise.

“Yes,” he said gravely.  “In New Orleans.  It’s been tracking me and my friends down.  I’m the last one left.”

“Oh no,” she said.  “What happened?”

Robbie told her all about how his friends had been found dead, each more gruesome than the next, and as he told the stories he drank heavily.  He became more and more drunk, leaning into her more insistently as his words slurred.  “Thaz why I keep this onnn,” he mumbled, and pulled the pouch of his necklace so hard it snapped off the thread.  He gasped dramatically and Y/N immediately grabbed the pouch from his hands.

“Dammit,” she said.  “We’ll need to fix this.  Where do you live?  Maybe we can sew it back together.”

Robbie frowned at her, his head falling forward and he struggled to meet her eye.  “H-home?” he asked.  “Oh yeah, uh…”

“Come on,” Y/N said, throwing a stack of bills on the bar and wrapping her arms around his arm closest to her, pulling him off the stool and towards the front door.  She took a quick glance around and couldn’t see Bucky anywhere.  He was in position, she just had to get Robbie there.  Robbie was having a hard time staying upright, and he was heavy enough that she struggled to pull him along to the alley behind the pub.  

“Pretty girl,” Robbie said at one point once she finally got him into the shadows by the dumpsters.  He suddenly pushed her into one of the brick walls, making her wince and whine in pain.  He dipped his head down and tried to kiss her, but missed as she turned her head away and gave her a wet kiss near the side of her mouth.  “Oh come on–”

He was ripped away from her and thrown across to the other side of the alley so hard that it cracked the brick and a sickening crunch sounded through the alley along with Robbie’s cry of pain.  Bucky was seething in front of her, glaring at Robbie then turning to her and looking her over.  “He hurt you,” he growled.

“I’m okay–”

“He kissed you,” he said angrily, then when he tried to touch her was zapped by the magic from her necklace.  He grunted in frustration as she ripped her necklace off and threw it and Robbie’s pouch into the dumpster.  Once the magic was gone he immediately cupped her face and wiped away the wet kiss near her mouth.  He looked murderous, the red in his eyes glowing in the dark and his breathing sounding like a death rattle that vibrated the air between them.  Y/N held his wrists and nodded.

“I know, I know he did,” she said quietly, glancing at Robbie behind him.  “Now finish it before someone comes.”

Bucky looked like he was about to protest but then Robbie groaned.  His mouth snapped shut, his nostrils flaring as he let go of her and turned to Robbie.  He was on him in less than a second, hauling him up and against the wall before pausing.  “Go, Y/N,” he said lowly.  “I don’t want you to see this.”

Y/N nodded even though he couldn’t see, and ran back down the alley and onto the street.  Once the street lights illuminated her she walked briskly, not trying to bring too much attention to herself as she pulled out her phone and ordered an Uber.  She kept walking until she was a good distance away and waited for the car for a few minutes, then climbed in when it arrived and went home.

In her room she tried to keep herself calm, getting herself ready for bed like she did every night, the routine helping her feel normal in an abnormal situation.  Bucky would obviously be fine, she was just afraid of him losing himself in the process and making too much of a spectacle in killing Robbie and bringing attention to himself.  She paced and fidgeted for another hour, unable to relax enough to try and sleep when the doorbell rang.

“Who the hell is here at this hour?”  Yelena’s voice sounded from the front room.  

Y/N ignored it, taking deep breaths as she waited.  A minute later she heard both Yelena and Kate’s voice rise.  “Yes, yes, come in…Y/N!” Kate’s voice called out to her.

Y/N frowned.  Was it for her?  She opened her door and walked down the hallway, then froze at the sight in front of her.  Bucky was standing in the front room in a different outfit than she had seen him in earlier, smiling at the girls as they both chatted with him before he met her gaze and his smile widened.  “My darling,” he drawled, walking over to her and wrapping her in a hug.  Y/N stared at him with wide eyes, hugging him back, then he surprised her when he pulled back and kissed her on the lips.  The girls giggled behind him.

Y/N broke the kiss and gave him a confused look.  “Hey,” she greeted him quietly.

Bucky winked at her and turned to the girls again.  “It’s so nice to meet you,” he said in a friendly tone.  “Finally getting to put a face to the names I’ve heard so much about.”

“Hopefully all good things,” Kate said, giving Y/N a meaningful look.

“All good things,” Bucky nodded and chuckled.  “I’m just answering the booty call, I’m sorry to interrupt your evening.”

Yelena snorted, Kate bit back a smile and Y/N blushed.  “Oh by all means,” Yelena said teasingly, gesturing back towards Y/N’s room.  “It was nice to meet you, Bucky.”

He smirked at them and pulled Y/N toward her room before turning back to them.  “There’s a haunted bar crawl happening next weekend.  Maybe we should all go together?”

Y/N felt like she was in a bizarro world.  Bucky was here, in the main part of her home, talking to her roommates and making plans for next weekend?  “That sounds fun,” Kate nodded, and Yelena nodded along with her.  

“It’ll be my treat,” Bucky said, making both of them raise their eyebrows in surprise.  “See you later,” he said, then pulled Y/N down the hallway.  

Y/N looked back at the girls for a moment and they both gave her playful but impressed expressions, holding back their excited giggles.  She shook her head at them and snickered.  Bucky’s hand squeezed hers as he let her lead the way into her room, then closed the door behind himself.  They stood still staring at each other for a while, then she slowly sat on her bed.  “Is it over?” she asked.

Bucky took a deep breath and nodded.  Y/N let out the breath she wasn’t aware she was holding, her eyelids fluttering closed and her head hanging down.  She heard Bucky walk toward her, then felt his hands on her thighs as he knelt before her.  “It’s over,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head.  “I took care of it, my love.”

Y/N started giggling, and could feel him stiffen.  She quickly raised her head and laughed harder at his confused expression.  “I’m sorry,” she said in between wheezing breaths.  “I’m happy it’s over I just…” she snorted, making him smile.  “Seeing you here, talking to my roommates, calling it a booty call…”  Bucky laughed with her, and the easiness of the moment helped her heart not feel so tight for the first time in weeks.  She pulled him into a hug as the laughter died down.  “Thank you,” she sighed happily.  

Bucky smiled at her adoringly, nuzzling her nose.  She pressed her forehead against his, and they sat in silence for a long time, just feeling the peace.  Then she smirked.  “What?” he asked with a chuckle.

Y/N felt embarrassed at her thoughts.  “I was just thinking about how you looked tonight,” she said sheepishly.  He frowned in confusion.  She shrugged and looked away.  “The red eyes and the fangs and the…growling,” she said quietly.

Bucky was quiet for a moment then hummed.  His hands tightened on her thighs, then slid up her legs to her hips as he pressed himself fully against her front.  His right hand kept traveling up until his fingers guided her chin to make her look at him.  He was smirking, a teasing look in his eyes.  “You liked it?” he asked lowly.  She blushed but nodded, blinking rapidly.  “You liked seeing me vengeful, angry and bloodthirsty?” he asked, nuzzling her nose again.

“Yes,” she whispered, her arousal building fast deep inside.  

His smirk deepened.  “You’ve seen me like that before,” he probed, his head tilting at her.

“In my previous life,” she clarified, her hands settling on either side of his neck as her fingers played with his hair at the nape of his neck.  “Never as a human.  It was…different.”

He inhaled deeply, his eyes flickering down her body.  “Arousing?” he asked, arching his eyebrow at her teasingly.  

“Yeah,” she breathed.  

Bucky fully smiled, showing off his fangs, and she watched as the blue of his eyes shifted into the deep red that glinted eerily in the lamplight of her room.  She inhaled shakily, the desire pulsing throughout her body.  “You naughty thing,” he murmured, then leaned in and kissed her hungrily.  Y/N responded enthusiastically, her hold on the back of his neck tightening as they tried to pull each other in as tight as possible.  In record time he had her naked on her bed, lavishing at her body with heavy kisses and letting his fangs nick at her skin here and there, then licking up the small beads of blood.  The pain and pleasure made her dizzy with want, and she tried to cover her moans and whimpers with her hand.  “Let them hear you, doll,” Bucky murmured against her stomach.  “This is a booty call, right?”

Y/N giggled and swatted at his shoulder, making him laugh before he continued his path down her body.  She did let herself be a little louder, but not too much.  It wasn’t like she or the other girls hadn’t brought people home before or heard each other during these types of moments, but she still didn’t want to make them uncomfortable or embarrass herself.  But once his mouth was on her center, all bets were off.  She squirmed and whined, grinding her hips against his face as he licked and sucked at her pussy generously.  Bucky didn’t seem satisfied though, and sucked on her clit harshly before pulling away and smacking her pussy with his hand.  She jolted and gasped loudly, looking at him in shock.  

He merely winked at her then plunged two fingers inside.  Y/N let out a guttural moan, returning to grinding her hips into his hand.  “Bucky,” she said longingly.  “Please…”

“There we go,” he smirked.  “I wanna hear those pretty noises you make, my darling.  Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

“Yes,” she gasped, reaching down and grasping his wrist to help ground herself as his fingers pressed and massaged deep inside.  “It’s so good…you’re so good mon cher.”  He smiled proudly and picked up the pace of his thrusting fingers.  She sputtered praises to him the entire time, unable to stop her rambling as he brought her closer to the edge of bliss.  “Thank you…oh god…Buck!  Fuck I loved seeing you hurt him…keeping me safe…soon, my love, soon…”

With a quick flick of his thumb against her clit she was cumming with a squeal, and he fingered her through the aftershocks, keeping his fingers in her as she bucked her hips.  “Atta girl, you naughty thing,” he praised her.  He pulled his fingers out finally and stuck them in his mouth, shutting his eyes tight as he tasted her.  He then stripped himself and rolled her over to her stomach, spreading her legs wide and hoisting her up by the hips so she was on her knees with her face in the mattress.  Y/N shifted herself enough to be comfortable, raising her ass in the air a little bit more for him.  Bucky hummed and kneaded her ass cheeks, then rubbed the shaft of his cock through her lower lips slowly.  She wiggled her ass at him, and he chuckled darkly.  “So impatient,” he mused.  “Maybe I should make you wait a little longer–”

“No please!” Y/N begged, pulling herself up on her hands and looking back at him.  “I need you, Buck, please?  Please love?”

Bucky leaned over her and angled her face to kiss the spot where the hunter had kissed her earlier, making sure to press the kiss into her the side of her mouth for a long moment.  “Only I can make you feel this good, right doll?” he asked gruffly.

“Only you,” Y/N agreed breathlessly.  

He smirked, then the red in his eyes flashed.  “Those hunters may have fed me, but none of them were satisfying.  Hate sours the blood.”  He tucked his face into the crook of her neck and inhaled.  “May I drink from you as I fuck you, Y/N?  I want to…need to taste your sweetness again.  And I want it as you cum.”

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle again.  “You want me to be your palate cleanser?”

Bucky snorted against her shoulder, making her laugh harder.  “That’s one way to put it, but yes,” he said.  

“Anything for you, mon cher,” she said, leaning her forehead against the side of his head.  

“Thank you, my darling,” he groaned, then filled her in one thrust of his hips.  Y/N loudly gasped at the sudden stretch, her head hanging down and her elbows giving out on her as she barely caught herself before face planting into the mattress.  Bucky let out short breaths as he let her adjust, his fingers gripping her hips tightly.  “Fuck!” he grunted.  “Always so perfect for me.  My perfect, pretty pussy on my perfect, pretty doll.”  Y/N hummed in content, pushing back into his hips.  

Bucky set a relentless pace, not holding back any noises or praises he spewed as he fucked her.  It was like the moment he killed the hunters he was set free, and he had no qualms over anyone knowing or hearing how much he loved, wanted and treasured her.  All Y/N could do was keep herself up, letting him take charge as he played her body perfectly.  When he could feel that she was close to her release again he reached around and wrapped a hand around her throat before hauling her up off her elbows and pulling her back against his front.  He kept his hand around her throat and angled her head to the left, exposing her neck to him.  His other hand reached around and down between her legs, deftly finding her clit and rubbing and flicking it expertly.  “Oh SHIT!” she yelped at the added pleasure making her shake.

“Holy shit you feel so good,” he huffed against her throat, licking along her jugular heavily.  “I can smell you doll.  Cum for me.  Let me taste your pleasure.  Cum for me!”

Y/N’s hands raised, one kneading her left breast and the other reaching back to his hair, tugging it as his fangs scratched against her skin.  His cock hit just the right spot as his fingers flicked her clit and she came with a shriek, wrenching her head back against his shoulder.  Bucky let out a growl and bit into her neck, cumming deep inside right after as he drank from her.  Soft whimpers and grunts kept coming from him as he gripped her tightly, rutting his hips into her as he sucked hard at her vein.  The dual sensations of her orgasm and his mouth on her throat had her shivering as another mini orgasm rippled through her pussy.

Bucky wasn’t as desperate to feed this time, so he was able to sense when she was close to getting dizzy and unlatched himself from her throat, licking at the wound generously to heal it.  “Thank you, doll,” he murmured against her skin.  “It tastes so good, so much sweeter as you cum.  Fuck…”

Y/N nodded and sagged in his arms as exhaustion took over.  The past few weeks of worry coupled with the relief at the hunters being stopped and now sex that felt like love and freedom hit her all at once, and she hummed tiredly.  “Mon cher…” she slurred.

“Aw, my darling,” Bucky cooed at her, laying her down on the mattress but keeping himself inside her as best as he could, covering them with her comforter.  “I know, I know.  Rest, and we can start planning our party tomorrow.”

“Party?” she asked happily, even as her eyelids fluttered closed.  

Bucky chuckled as he traced his fingers over her back slowly, sending tingling sensations everywhere he moved.  “Yes, love,” he said with an amused tone.  “It’ll be to die for.”

Y/N smacked his hip halfheartedly at his bad pun, making him laugh as she leaned back into him more comfortably and drifted off to sleep.

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Y/N woke up to the sound of laughter.  She stirred in bed, reaching behind her but finding the space next to her to be empty.  Her eyes blinked open blearily and she frowned as she leaned up on her elbow and looked around in confusion.  Where was Bucky?  Then she heard the laughter again and recognized Kate and Yelena’s laughs mixed with…was that Bucky?  She quickly got out of bed and got dressed in a pajama tank dress and her robe and slippers, then padded down the hallway to the kitchen.  She walked in to find Bucky at the stove cooking a full spread breakfast, finishing up some pancakes.  The girls were at the bar across from him, laughing at something he said as they sipped on what looked like mimosas.

“Y/N!” Yelena said excitedly when she caught sight of her.  “Your booty call is spoiling us.”

Bucky snickered then turned away from the stove to smile at her.  He reached a hand out and she took it with a smile back at him as he pulled her toward him and kissed her, not too short of a kiss to make it chaste but not too long to be inappropriate in front of present company.  “Good morning, my darling,” he mumbled quietly.

“Good morning,” she whispered.  He ducked his face down and kissed the spot he fed from her the night before then turned to the bar and grabbed the glasses and made her a quick mimosa.  She smirked at him and thanked him before turning to the girls.  They were both giving her knowing smiles.  “Good morning, bitches,” she smirked at them.

“Good morning,” they both said at the same time.  

“You look well rested,” Kate started, arching her eyebrow at her teasingly.  

“Oh yes, I’m sure you were just exhausted last night,” Yelena said, smirking back at her.

“Sounded like it,” Kate said under her breath, hiding her smile behind her glass.

Y/N shook her head at their teasing and giggled.  “I did sleep well, thank you,” she said.  “What were you all laughing about out here?”

“Well, we were figuring out the plans for the haunted bar crawl Bucky invited us to,” Kate said, glancing at him.  “Then he was telling us crazy stories through history about some of the bars we’ll be going to.  Quite the history buff you got there.”

Y/N bit back a laugh and glanced at Bucky who met her gaze and winked.  “Yeah, he’s…enthusiastic about that kind of stuff,” she said, sipping on her mimosa.

“I know how much you love the spooky season, doll,” he said nonchalantly as he turned around and set out the serving plates of pancakes, eggs, sausages and a fruit platter on the island for the girls to start taking what they wanted.  Kate and Yelena smiled brightly at him and said quiet thank yous as they loaded their plates up with food.  Bucky absentmindedly took a drink of his own mimosa and grabbed a piece of fruit, popping it into his mouth as he winked at her again.  “I also wanted to invite you lovely ladies to the Vampire Ball.”

Yelena’s eyebrows shot up.  “Vampire Ball?”

He nodded.  “I thought it was high time to resurrect an old tradition,” he said.  “Especially for a place like New Orleans.  So if you guys don’t already have Halloween plans, I thought we could celebrate my darling's birthday,” he said, pulling Y/N closer to him, “with a big party.”

Kate clapped her hands excitedly as she finished her bite of food.  “Oh fun!  Is it like a costume party?  Masquerade?  Dancing and drinks and—”

“All of the above,” Bucky said happily.  

Yelena and Kate both squealed in excitement.  “Yes!”  Yelena said with a wide smile.  “You two could dress up as Lord and Lady Barnes.  The resemblance is uncanny.”

“It is,” Kate said, looking between them repeatedly.  

“Well, as the host of the party, I might as well,” Bucky said and looked at Y/N in amusement.  “Will you be my Lady Barnes?”

“Of course,” Y/N answered playfully.  As they ate breakfast and started making plans for the bar crawl and the Vampire Ball, Y/N couldn’t help but keep staring at Bucky.  It was strange seeing him in this laid back environment, talking to her friends so easily and eating regular human food.  But he was friendly and accommodating, even insisting on washing the dishes when they were all done.  She knew that eventually she would have to introduce him to her friends, but had felt very anxious about intertwining the two separate parts of her life.  Now they were coming together and she hoped that maybe, even when she was changed, it would all still be able to coexist in the strange divide of humanity and otherworldly.

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Mon Cher Chapter 6

*Idea found on TikTok by @yaberdat aka Finnley.*

“A modern day writer exploring a vampire’s estate during the day.  Wondering why a random room was locked.  Until…they find a Victorian painting of themself.”

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Y/N looked at her phone in shock.  It had been three weeks since Bucky had learned about the vampire hunters, and so far 5 people had gone missing or had been found dead in weird circumstances that puzzled the police and reporters.  She knew it was him, and a part of her felt a strange thrill at knowing that he was doing this for her, for them and their future.  He would come to her bed in the middle of the night every night, but not stay for long.  He explained that he didn’t want her to be tied to him in case anything happened to keep her safe.  She had tried to convince him to change her earlier than planned so she could help, but he wouldn’t hear of it.  “I’m not risking you ever again,” he had said with no room for argument.

On another night where she lay tossing and turning until she could feel his presence enter her room she turned over and snuggled into his chest just as he lay down with her.  “Hm, missed me?” he asked teasingly.  She hummed as she started kissing the hollow of his throat and up his neck.  He chuckled darkly and gripped her more tightly.  “You really missed me,” he said lowly.

Y/N shook her head into the crook of his neck.  “Is it over yet?” she whispered, squeezing him tightly.

Bucky sighed and squeezed her back.  “Almost,” he replied.  “One left.  I left the leader for last.”

Y/N huffed a laugh and kissed his jaw.  “Didn’t anyone tell you it’s impolite to play with your food?” she teased back.

Bucky chuckled again.  “I’m pretty sure I’m exempt from such manners,” he said.  “Especially when my food is sentient and trying to hurt me and my love.”

Y/N kissed up to his face and planted chaste, soft kisses over his cheeks and nose, skimming her lips over his lips and making him chase her.  He growled in warning, frowning at her as his eyes flashed dangerously.  He really wasn’t one to be teased, even though he loved to tease her, and she smirked in triumph.  “I guess you’re right,” she sighed.  “I remember your penchant for punishment, mon cher.  I just don’t want you to bring more attention to yourself and attract more hunters to the area.  We just found each other–”

“I know, you’re right,” he quickly agreed, kissing her lips before she could tease him again.  “But I wanted him to know I was coming, to fear the inevitable.  To watch his friends die and know he is next and all alone.”  Y/N couldn’t help but smile at his passion for bloodlust and justice.  The human side of her felt a pang of fear and trepidation at his words, but her vampiric memories of him and how he killed made an arousal and pride spread through her that was confusing and alluring.  Bucky watched the emotions on her face and smirked back at her.  “Do you remember when we first met?” he asked quietly.

He always asked before assuming since some of her memories were still fuzzy, but she smiled widely at the memory…

Y/N was on the arm of a local nobleman at a party in 1702 in the Massachusetts Bay Colony.  She was a splash of green in a sea of black and navy, with her dark chartreuse and finely striped mantua dress with a large bustle at the back and black, intricately brocaded with gold thread skirt underneath.  She subtly adjusted herself, feeling incredibly annoyed at the restrictive fashion of the time period as she walked in pointed, too-small heeled shoes and her hair felt unbearably tight pulled back, curled and pinned into a ridiculous fontage head piece.  She was only here for a meal, playing the part of a potential suitor for this uppity, pretentious man who showed her off to his guests like a rare treasure he’d won.

She mingled and danced and flirted, buttering him up so he would be in a good mood for later.  He thought he was getting lucky, and she let him.  He only had a few more hours to live at most.  But then something caught her attention.  A whiff of something at the edge of her consciousness that had her freezing in place as she listened to a conversation in a gaggle of women.  She had come across a few of her kind through the years, so she knew him before she saw him.  She excused herself from the conversation and headed toward the terrace for a moment of fresh air.  She could feel him following her and made sure she was in a private area away from prying eyes.  Once he rounded the corner she grabbed him and slammed him against the wall, making an audible crack in the stone.

He let out a surprised huff, frowning until he met her gaze.  They stared at each other for a long moment, then he smirked.  “Hello,” he said brightly.  

She blinked at him then smirked back, but didn’t let go of him.  “Hello,” she said, slightly tilting her head.

He huffed another silent laugh as his hands reached up and gripped her wrists.  He carefully pulled her hands away from his chest and then maneuvered her so her hands were behind her back and she was now against the wall with a shove, making another crack in the stone.  She winced at the force but her smirk stayed.  He was showing her his strength, that he could overpower her.  He was obviously a bit older than her, more experienced in this way of life.  He leaned forward and sniffed her, his smirk widening into a knowing smile.  “Where did you come from, doll?” he asked quietly.

“Quite a forward question from a stranger,” she replied.  “Where did you come from?”

He seemed amused as he watched her.  “How old are you?”

“And again, asking an impertinent question,” Y/N frowned at him.  “How dare you, sir?”

His eyes narrowed at her in warning.  “Fine,” he said.  “My name is James, but friends call me Bucky.  I was changed in Virginia in 1620.  And you?”

Y/N took in the information.  The others she had run across had been new to being vampires like her within only about 5 years, he had been around for a while.  Her undead heart felt for him a little, but she kept her wits about herself just in case.  “My name is Y/N.  I was changed in New York in 1698,” she said quietly.  

Bucky nodded, staring at her for another moment before letting go of her wrists and then stepping back.  He bowed to her and gave her a friendly smile.  “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said and held his hand out to her in greeting.

Her eyes flicked from his face to his hand repeatedly, then she softly set her right hand into his outstretched one.  “The pleasure is mine,” she said, curtsying to him.

Bucky lifted her hand to his face and kept eye contact with her as he kissed her fingers.  When he was finished he didn’t let go, hanging on to her fingers in the space between them.  “I saw you’re here with the governor,” he said conversationally.  

“Just for tonight,” she said.

“Of course,” he chuckled.  “I was also looking for some sustenance.  Maybe we could share?”

“Share?” Y/N asked incredulously.  “Why would I share?”

“Because we can’t afford to have too many people go missing and make them skiddish,” he said, stepping toward her as his thumb ran along her knuckles.  “So why not?  You can go first and take as much as you want, or can…” he arched an eyebrow at her, and she inhaled sharply at his innuendo, “and I’ll take the rest.”

Y/N had been using her thrall over the governor from the moment she saw him, making him come to her and invite her to this party even though he had been pursuing another young lady around town.  She hadn’t had any feelings of want or arousal toward him at all, but looking at this beautiful man, this vampire, before her was making her feel a desire she hadn’t experienced since she’d been changed.  She was no virgin, and had laid with plenty of people, especially in the past few years to get her next meal, but they had never been enough for her sexual appetites.  Maybe he could be…

Bucky’s eyelids fluttered and his mouth dropped open as his nostrils flared.  His eyes raked down her body and his fingers squeezed hers like he was trying to ground himself.  Y/N blushed at the thought that he could smell or feel her arousal, but something deep inside her felt powerful watching his reaction to it.  She pretended to think about it for a moment, then smiled widely.  “Alright,” she said finally.  “I will share.  But I get to eat first.”  She stepped toward him and looked up into his handsome face, her eyes focusing on his lips before meeting his gaze again.  “And I’ll take as much as I can get.”

He smirked dangerously, his eyes flickering to her lips as well.  “I’ll watch for you,” he said, squeezing her fingers again before taking a step back and letting go so he could turn to go.  “See you soon, doll.”

Y/N was hyper aware of him for the rest of the night.  When the party finally died down and the guests went home, she thralled the governor to follow her to his bedroom.  The staff were all mysteriously absent, which she assumed was Bucky’s doing, making less work for her.  She smiled to herself at the weirdly kind gesture.  Once she had the governor in his bedroom she commanded him to take off his shirt and head to the bed.  He did as she said with a dopey smile, and she could feel her mouth watering as the moment finally came.  She hadn’t fed in almost two months, trying to make less of an impact in the area and not raise suspicion, but it made her desperate as she stalked toward him.  The governor was shirtless and sitting at the edge of the bed, watching her with hooded eyes and that dumb smile.  “My lady…” he slurred.

“Sit at the headboard,” she commanded.  He nodded and climbed up the bed until he sat back against the headboard.  She could feel Bucky’s presence nearby, but didn’t let it distract her as she hoisted her skirts up and climbed up the bed then straddled his lap.  His erection pressed up into her and she rolled her eyes at him.  “And you thought I’d want your little prick?” she asked patronizingly.  “You sad, sorry sack of shit.”

The governor frowned, her influence over him making him confused at the contradicting feelings.  Y/N gripped his jaw and forcefully shoved his face up, exposing his neck to her.  She watched his pulse throb beneath the skin, and her fangs elongated as spit gathered at the edges of her mouth.  She leaned in and sniffed him, licking at his vein.  He started to say something, but she was done with him and sunk her fangs into his neck.  He spasmed, crying out in pain as his hands tried to reach up and shove her off.  Y/N was immovable, her strength too much for him.  She took long draws of his blood, soft mewls and whimpers echoing in the room from her as he twitched and made choking sounds.

She felt Bucky getting close to her as he emerged from the shadows, then felt his hands on her lower back.  “Good girl,” he praised her.  His hands gripped her hips, and she arched herself back into his hold as she had her fill.  It took her a minute, but once she could feel her belly getting full and the hunger satiated she pulled off of the governor’s throat with a hiss, licking at her lips as she leaned back.  Bucky pulled her against his chest as he knelt behind her on the bed, then manhandled her off the governor's lap and into his own lap.  He looked at her like she’d hung the stars, his breathing heavier as his right hand moved up her body, feeling her until he cupped the side of her face.  His thumb ran along her lower lip, gathering some blood still dripping from her mouth.  Y/N flicked her tongue out, licking the blood on his thumb, then she gripped his wrist and pulled his hand up so she could lick his thumb into her mouth, sucking it languidly as she held his gaze.  “Hm, you're a naughty thing, aren’t you?” he asked.

Y/N pulled his thumb out with a pop and shrugged, blinking at him innocently.  “Sometimes,” she said.

Bucky surged forward and kissed her.  She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back as passionately as he kissed her.  His tongue immediately delved into her mouth, tasting the blood on her lips and tongue and moaning at the way her tongue fought him for dominance.  His hands slipped down over her chest, her breasts, her stomach, feeling her everywhere he could.  It felt like he snatched the breath from her lungs as she ran her fingers through his long hair, scratching his scalp and starting to grind against his lap, seeking the friction to relieve the ache between her legs.  They were interrupted by a rattling breath from the governor.

Bucky chuckled against her lips then reluctantly pulled away.  “Hold that thought, doll,” he said gruffly.  “You get undressed from all this,” he gestured to her many layers, “let me eat then we can continue.”

Y/N nodded and smiled as she climbed off of his lap and then got off the bed.  Her layers would take a moment so she watched as she started untying and unbuttoning things.  Bucky gave her a once over and focused back on the governor, reached over and grabbed him by the back of the neck and hoisted him up to a sitting position.  The governor let out a mumble of incoherent words then opened his eyes and focused on Bucky.  “Lord Barnes,” he breathed.  “Help me…”

Bucky nodded and gave him a sympathetic look.  “There there, sir, it’ll be alright,” he cooed.  “Just relax.”  The governor sagged a little, his eyelids fluttering shut as a look of trust settled on his face, a dopey smile on his face again.  Y/N stripped herself of her dress, smirking at Bucky’s reassurance to a soon-to-be-dead man.  Bucky waited a moment for the governor to relax, then leaned forward and swiftly bit into the opposite side of his neck that Y/N had fed from.  The governor yelped in pain and jerked, but didn’t have any strength left in him to fight, not that it would have helped.  Bucky grunted as he fed, and Y/N felt another thrill as she watched him frown and his shoulders hunch as he sucked the governor dry.  The governor’s breathing slowed considerably, and she listened as his heart tried to keep thumping, but ultimately lost the fight.

The governor’s heart stopped, and Bucky took one last slurp and let go of him then licked the spot where the fangs had pricked his skin.  Y/N watched in awe as the wound closed.  Bucky licked his lips clean and then shoved the governor’s body off the bed, letting it fall with a sickening thud.  He sighed and then turned to her and appraised her almost nakedness.  He moved to sit on the edge of the bed and held a hand out to her.  “Come here, doll.  Let me help you.”

Y/N walked toward him until she stood between his legs and took his hand.  He smirked up at her, then let go of her hand and ran his fingers up her thighs and over her hips, scrunching up her slip.  She held her arms above her head as he helped slide it over her and revealed her nakedness to him.  Bucky let out a sharp breath as his eyes flicked down her body appreciatively.  His hands went back to her body and caressed over every rise and dip, taking his time like he was committing it to memory.  “I didn’t know we could heal them,” Y/N whispered, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Bucky hummed as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss straight to her left nipple, making her gasp and arch her back, pushing her breast further against his face.  He licked it and then sucked it into his mouth before ghosting his lips across the valley of her breasts to the other side.  “It just hides our tracks,” he murmured into her skin.  “Makes it not as obvious what happened.  Clean.  Efficient.”

Y/N hummed in acknowledgement and pleasure as he lavished her other nipple.  “That would have been helpful to know…” she said.

Bucky let out a disappointed sound.  “Your creator didn’t teach you?” he asked, looking up at her in worry.  

She met his gaze and shook her head.  “I don’t know my creator,” she said.  “All I remember of my human life was loneliness, isolation, pain, anger, and sickness…so much sickness,” she said, dropping her gaze as she frowned and tried to remember.  “Then a moment of reprieve, then I woke up like this.”

Bucky’s frown deepened, the ocean blue of his eyes looking stormy as he watched her.  His left hand moved up to cup the side of her face again, his thumb running along the underside of her eye.  “That was wrong of them,” he said quietly.  “To change you then abandon you.  I’m sorry.”  

Y/N shook her head and smiled, trying to move past the heaviness.  “Maybe you can teach me later,” she said, then pushed him to lay back on the bed and kneeled between his legs.  Bucky watched her with hooded eyes, his breathing picking up as she undressed him, took his cock in her hand and started stroking him slowly.  His breath stuttered and his stomach flinched at the contact.  “For now I just want to feel this,” she said, enjoying the feeling of him in her hand for a while longer before dipping her head down and taking him in her mouth.  

Bucky sputtered out a breath, his fingers gripping the blankets beneath him so hard she heard a tearing sound.  “Fuck,” he groaned, his head wrenching back at a particularly hard suck as she bobbed her head.  “Doll, I…mmh…”

She licked and sucked him until he came down her throat, then he tackled her to the bed and ate her out until she was screaming.  They fucked, and fucked, and fucked for hours, the governor’s body long forgotton on the floor beside the bed except for the one time he’d fucked her off the bed and they fell on top of him.  She had never been so satiated since starting this new life, always having to stop before she was fully done because her partners couldn’t keep up.  This lust, this desire, their combined arousal felt like it was never-ending, like they would never or could never get enough of each other.  It wasn’t until the first rays of the new day sun peeked into the room that Y/N broke out of the lust-filled, cock drunk haze she was in and looked away from Bucky to the window as he pummeled his hips into her while holding her against the wall for the umpteenth time that night.

“Bucky,” she gasped as he flicked her clit perfectly with his fingers.  “It’s dawn, we must–”

“We have time,” Bucky huffed, a look of concentration and desire on his face.  “One more, my darling.  Let me fucking fill you one more time, my pretty doll.”

Y/N shuddered at his claiming pet names.  She couldn’t think of anything more beautiful than being his, if this was what being his entailed.  She let herself get lost in it again, dragging her nails down his chest and tweaking his nipples as her pussy pulsed around him.  Bucky moaned, his knees almost buckling, but he pressed her more firmly against the wall to keep them both upright and gave her another mind blowing, all-consuming kiss with a clash of tongue and teeth that had her finally tipping over the edge.  She came with a scream against his mouth, and triggered his own release as his cock pulsed and throbbed inside her.  He whimpered into her mouth as he pumped her full again, their combined release spilling out from between them from how overfull she was.

“Thank you, darling.  I knew you could do it again.  Such a good girl,” he said, muttering a stream of compliments and praises.  “I’m sure you could give me more,” he chuckled.  “But you’re right, we must go.”

Y/N breathed hard, her mind slowly coming back down to earth.  “Yes,” she agreed.  “I…god, does it always feel like that?”  Bucky gave her confused glance.  “Fucking,” she clarified with a smile.  

Bucky then nodded and looked away.  “No,” he said simply.  “I’ve never had this…felt this type of connection before,” he murmured, swallowing thickly.  He looked worried at his confession, and Y/N quickly pulled his face back up to look at her.

“Neither have I,” she said reassuringly.  “That’s why I asked.”

They stared at each other for a long while, taking in the sight of the other all fucked out, then they both smiled widely at the same time and laughed.  “Come home with me,” he said quietly, leaning in and nuzzling her nose with his own.  “I’ll teach you some things, and we can discuss…well, us.”

Y/N beamed at the idea of there being an ‘us.’  She nodded and kissed him.  “Alright, mon cher.”

“I remember,” she said dreamily.  

“And you remember the last day of your life,” Bucky said sadly.  “I have killed for you and will kill again and again as long as it means we stay together.  I told you I would burn this world to the ground for you.  So I may play with my food, but it’s to make a statement to any who dare try to take my darling from me.” Tears began to brim in his eyes and she shook her head, hating to see him sad.  “I will never forgive myself for not realizing they were coming that day,” he said, choking back the tears.  Y/N cupped his face in her hands and shushed him, kissing all over his face.  “I will never forget watching the light fade from you,” he cried, squeezing her tight.  “We were supposed to be forever and I couldn’t keep you safe–”  

“Mon cher,” Y/N interrupted him.  “They snuck up on both of us, I should have seen and sensed it, too, but they tricked us.”  She continued kissing him everywhere, not letting him get another word in.  “We are forever.  I know you will keep me safe until I am changed, I love that about you.  I just worry for you, that’s all.”

Bucky smiled, sniffing away the tears that she kissed and wiped away.  “And I worry for you,” he breathed.  “I swear it,” he promised.  “On my existence.  I will end him, and soon we'll be together forever.”  

[tianna8320]

Mon Cher Chapter 5

*Idea found on TikTok by @yaberdat aka Finnley.*

“A modern day writer exploring a vampire’s estate during the day.  Wondering why a random room was locked.  Until…they find a Victorian painting of themself.”

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Toussaint gave her a disapproving look when she showed up thirty minutes late to work.  He looked her over and then smirked.  “Ah, I see.  Found yourself a good fuck over the weekend?”

Y/N hid her face in her hair, making him laugh.  “Maybe,” she shrugged, quickly moving to the backroom to see what needed restocking.  

He followed her and as she was filling up a rolling cart with things he cleared his throat.  “I see you took off the necklace,” he said offhandedly.  Y/N stiffened for a moment, then tried to keep moving like she hadn’t heard him.  Toussaint sighed and walked over to stand next to her.  He pulled her shoulder to make her face him, then swept a hand over her face like he was brushing away a cobweb while staring deep in her eyes.  Y/N didn’t dare move as a strange feeling like she was dunked in cold water spread over her.  “He found you,” he said quietly.  “I guess I should have known once you became interested in the Barnes mansion.  The similarities were too uncanny.”

Y/N blinked rapidly as the sensation ebbed away and she let out a sputtered breath.  “I remember,” she whispered.  “I made a promise to come back.”

“And the magic provided a way,” Toussaint nodded, turning away and walking to his desk, sitting down at his chair.  “I can feel him just outside.  He’s welcome to come in if he’d like.”

A second later Bucky appeared next to her inside the shop.  He smirked at Toussaint.  “Hello rootworker,” he greeted him.  “Good to see you protecting the practice.”

“As always, Lord Barnes,” Toussaint said, smirking back at him.

Y/N looked back and forth between them.  “Wait, do you already know each other?”

“Not personally,” Bucky answered.  “But I’ve known Toussaint’s family for a long time.  I came to his great great grandmother just after you died.”  He looked at her sadly.  “You made me a promise in magic, but I wasn’t sure if it would or could actually happen.”

“A vampire’s soul is bound to the undead body,” Toussaint explained.  “So when your previous undead body died, it was set free.  And usually once it’s set free it passes on to join the ancestors, but since you made a promise in magic, what’s that Christian phrase?  ‘What’s bound on earth will be bound in heaven,’” he quoted.  “Your soul was bound to come back.  Lord Barnes just had to be patient.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the situation.  “So why did you seem to be against me going to the mansion?” she asked Toussaint.  “If you knew who I was, or at least had an idea of who I could be, why–”

“Because I don’t believe in keeping souls on earth that deserve to pass on,” Toussaint said pointedly.  “It is a precious cycle of life, death and rebirth that every soul must journey.  Living forever is a curse that I wouldn’t wish on anybody.”

“It’s only a curse when you’re alone and unable to end it,” Bucky replied.  He wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders protectively.  “When two souls are intertwined through time, space, magic and love, surely that is their journey: to spend eternity together.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his declaration and she looked up at him adoringly.  Toussaint let out a huff of laughter and settled himself more in his chair.  “Hey man, that’s just my personal opinion,” he said, holding his hands up in surrender, then focused on Y/N.  “I just wanna make sure that this is what you want and that you understand the consequences.”

She barely glanced at Toussaint before looking back at Bucky.  Bucky met her gaze with a look that was confident, and she knew.  “I’m sure,” she said quietly.  “His soul is mine, and mine is his.”

Bucky's chest puffed up with pride and a wide smile spread across his face.  She smiled back at him and Toussiant made a noise of disgust.  “Ugh, y’all are so cute it’s gross,” he groaned.  “Well, if that’s your decision, then I need to know how long I have you until you are changed,” he said to her.

“Halloween,” Bucky answered.

“How ironic,” Toussaint snorted.  

Bucky laughed.  “Well, we’re going to throw a Vampire Ball, just like the old days,” he said.  “You’re invited, of course.”

Toussaint’s eyebrows raised.  “A Vampire Ball?  Should I be worried about the population of New Orleans?  Especially after that little display you put on last night?”

Y/N’s lips tightened and Bucky shook his head.  “No, you needn’t worry,” he said.  “That was revenge.  I’m normally much more discreet.”

Toussaint nodded.  “Either way, be careful,” he warned.  “There are still some hidden vampire hunters around here.  Followers of those priests you finished off years ago.”  

Bucky frowned.  “Where?”

He shrugged.  “They tend to frequent the conservative businesses around here.  They each have a tattoo,” he said, then opened a notebook next to him.  He flipped through a few pages and then turned the notebook towards them.  Bucky and Y/N stepped forward and looked down at the drawing.  It was an ornate cross with a dagger being pulled out from the top of it by a black gloved hand.  “There’s only 7 of them left.  I don’t have names for you,” he said before Bucky could ask.  “I’ve just observed them.  They tend to hang around O’Connells on the outskirts of the city.”

Bucky glared at the drawing for a long moment and took a deep breath.  “Thank you,” he said before turning to Y/N.  “I’ll take care of it.”

“Bucky–” she said unhappily, shaking her head.

“Don’t come looking for me,” he said pointedly, cupping her face in his hands.  “I’ll come to you when it’s done.”

“Mon cher, please,” Y/N begged.  “I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t,” Bucky said reassuringly.  “Like you said, the world is different now.  I’ve grown stronger since last time.  They can’t hurt me.”  He nuzzled her nose.  “We are forever.”

She sighed and blinked away the building tears.  “We are forever,” she promised.

Bucky stared at her for a moment, then kissed her deeply before turning away and disappearing the way he came.  Y/N watched him leave then collapsed on the chair opposite of Toussaint.  “Again, ugh,” he said.  

That made her laugh and lifted her spirits.  “Thank you Toussaint.”

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news,” he said, leaning forward.  “But I figured you both deserved to know what you could be up against now that they know there’s a vampire in New Orleans.  Hopefully Barnes can get to them before they have time to even make a game plan to try and find and kill him.”

Y/N’s chest twisted with anxiety.  Bucky said he was stronger than he was all those years ago when they were attacked before.  From what she’d seen since rediscovering him, he was agile, strong, and dangerous.  Surely he would be okay.  But she couldn’t stop replaying those moments before her death all that time ago.  If he died, she’d never forgive herself.  And who knew if their souls would get another chance to reconnect in another life if he did.  She fought back more tears and Toussaint handed her a tissue with a pitiful smile.  He would be okay, she reassured herself.  Bucky would come back, like he promised.  

***

Later that week

Bucky snuck around the building of O’Connells.  He’d been tracking the vampire hunters since Toussaint had made him aware of them earlier that week.  He could have killed them all quickly, made a big show of it, but he decided not to.  Seven so-called vampire hunters all being murdered at the same time would have brought even more attention.  When he had killed that Zemo character he knew he’d been showboating, making a sign of warning in crucifying his empty body.  But even now he couldn’t find it within himself to care.  He was proud of his work that night.  Nobody hurt his doll without facing quick retribution.  And at least now with these seven he’d be well fed for a long time.

The group was becoming more rowdy as the night went on and the more the drinks kept flowing between them all.  After the last call was made they all blundered out of the pub and walked down the street, yelling and singing old Irish tunes.  Bucky followed discreetly, always hidden in shadow.  For a group of vampire hunters they sure weren’t prepared with any weapons or tools for the trade, which made his job so much easier.  He watched as the group split and parted ways, then pinpointed the weakest.  A couple, it looked like, of a man and a woman hanging onto each other as they split from the others and headed toward an alleyway.  He smiled.  Perfect.  

Once the others were out of sight he approached the alley and stood near the wall at the end of it, listening.  The telltale sound of panted breathing and moans echoed down the alley and he rolled his eyes before hiding in shadow again and gliding down the alley.

“Mmh, Jack,” the woman moaned as he hiked her leg up over his hip, making her dress bunch up around her hips.  “Yes!  Fuck me!”

“Yeah baby,” the man, presumedly Jack, grunted as he fiddled with his pants enough to pull them and his underwear down just enough to free his cock.  

Just as he was about to thrust into her there was a tap on his shoulder, and he turned in panic to see glowing red eyes.  “Go on Jack,” Bucky’s voice rumbled.  “Fuck her.”

Jack and the woman both stared at him in shock, then they both slowly relaxed and sagged against the wall.  Jack turned his attention back to her and thrust into her, making her whine in her throat, but her facial expression didn’t change from its unfocused gaze.  The influencing power Bucky had over them cocooned them in an invisible cloud of a dreamlike trance.  Jack fucked her, his hips moving automatically as she let out small sounds of pleasure.  “Good boy, Jackie,” Bucky praised him as he stepped up behind him and tugged down Jack’s collar.  He sniffed his neck and smirked.  “Get that blood rushing for me.”

His thrusts went faster and harder, making the woman’s eyes flutter.  Bucky waited until he could hear and smell Jack’s blood rushing, his cock pulsing, then just as he began to cum Bucky bit into his neck.  Jack stiffened and yelped in pain, but didn’t fight as his hips trembled up into the woman while he shivered in pain from Bucky’s bite.  Bucky took long draws of blood from him, then released him with a grunt and let him fall to the ground with a heavy thud, laid out like a star on his back with his cock hanging out.  He wasn’t dead…yet.  The woman was still panting against the wall, her dress lopsided and partially scrunched up around her right hip, her panties off to the side and Jack’s cum dripping from her.  Bucky looked at her then down at Jack’s cock amusedly.  “Aw, poor thing,” Bucky said patronizingly.  “A tiny cock that cums too fast.  He doesn’t let you cum often, does he?”  She lazily shook her head.  He chuckled then stepped toward her.  “What’s your name?” he asked.

“B-Bernice,” she slurred.

“Of course it is,” Bucky snorted.  “Well, kneel down and get yourself off on his nearly dead face.”

Bernice nodded and clumsily climbed over Jack until she sat squarely on his face with her knees on either side of his head on the dirty concrete.  She started to gyrate her hips on him, the sounds from her throat returning as she fucked his face.  Bucky sighed in boredom and looked down the alley, making sure no one was around before looking back at her.  He was showboating again, humiliating and playing with his meal.  He didn’t take any personal pleasure in watching others fuck, but he wanted them to know fear and pain at the expense of their own pleasure to feed him.  Jack let out soft disgruntled sounds, his body slightly jerking beneath her at the need to breathe.

He could smell her blood rushing, and kneeled down next to her as her hips picked up the pace.  “Go on, Bernice,” he said in a blunt, commanding tone.  

His words sent her over the edge and made her cum all over Jack’s face.  She let out a high pitched squeal, then Bucky gripped her head and wrenched it to the side to bite down on her neck.  Her squeal was cut short, her mouth open in a silent scream and her hips smothering Jack as she jerked violently against Bucky’s hold.  He drank heavily from her.  Neither she nor Jack smelled or tasted very good, but a meal was a meal, and what else could you expect from vampire hunters with blackened hearts?  He let go of her with another grunt and she fell forward onto the ground.

Bucky then looked down at Jack who was barely breathing.  “Take out your knife,” he commanded.  Jack’s fingers slowly fumbled in his pant’s pocket and pulled out a hunting knife.  “Unsheath it,” he continued.  The knife opened with a shlick sound.  “Slit her throat,” he said.  Jack pulled himself up and turned to Bernice, climbing over her until he straddled her hips and could grip her hair.  He pulled her head up and reached the knife around, then sliced.  There was a pained cry that turned into choking sounds, then Jack let go of her hair and let her face smack down on the pavement.  “Good boy,” Bucky said, then gripped Jack’s face and made him look at him.  “I will end you and the rest of your vampire hunter friends, each one in more humiliating and barbaric ways.  It’s what pathetic wastes of human skin like you deserve.”  He shoved Jack off of Bernice, making him fall on his back again.  “Now jerk yourself off,” he said.  Jack’s small cock was flaccid, but he did as he was commanded, his left hand stroking his limp dick.  After a minute or two it started to get hard again.  “Put the knife up to your throat,” Bucky instructed.  Jack lifted the knife still in his right hand up to his throat, his left hand going faster on his cock.  Bucky watched for another minute until he could smell the blood rushing.  Just as Jack began to cum he snarled, “Slit your throat.”

Jack did as commanded, and silenced his own cry of pain as his hips jerked up, dribbling cum all over his fingers.  Bucky waited until he could hear Jack’s and Bernice’s hearts stop beating, then grabbed Jack’s fingers covered in his cum and shoved them into Jack’s mouth.  He stood and admired his handiwork, feeling his hunger satiated and his mind a little more at ease.  Two down, five to go.

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Mon Cher Chapter 4

*Idea found on TikTok by @yaberdat aka Finnley.*

“A modern day writer exploring a vampire’s estate during the day.  Wondering why a random room was locked.  Until…they find a Victorian painting of themself.”

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Y/N trudged out to her car with Bucky right on her heels.  The sun had set and she needed to get back to regular life, which seemed ridiculous.  But since they had planned to change her later, she needed to keep up appearances for the time being.  She put her things in the car and set the pouch necklace on top of the car before turning to him and hugging him tight.  “I’ll be back tomorrow,” she said, squeezing him as hard as she could.

“I won’t be far,” Bucky said, kissing along the side of her face as he hugged her back.  “You may not see me, but I’ll be there.”

Y/N giggled and kissed his lips deeply before pulling away.  “We’ll figure this all out,” she said.  “We are forever, mon cher.”

“We are forever,” he repeated with a sweet smile.  

She opened her car door and was about to get in but then giggled and leapt back into his arms to kiss him again.  Bucky laughed and kissed her back hungrily, squeezing her again before she let go and grabbed the necklace before sitting in the car.  She waved to him as she drove away, her heart hurting to watch him in her rearview, but within the blink of an eye he disappeared.  True to his word, she could feel him but couldn’t see him as she drove home and parked along the street of the bungalow.  Once she got inside she was greeted by loud squeals.

“What took you so long?”

“Are you okay?”

“What happened?”

“Wait, why do you look so…did you go home with someone?”

“Oh my god!”

“You guys, please!” Y/N interrupted Kate and Yelena loudly.  

“No no, explain yourself!” Yelena said indignantly.  “You disappear for a whole weekend and say you’re good but give no explanations—”

“Okay yes, I did,” Y/N admitted, biting back her wide smile.  “I slept with someone.”

The girls squealed and pulled her to the chair in the front room and then plopped themselves down on the couch across from it.  “Spill,” they said at the same time.

Y/N giggled and covered her face for a moment as she blushed.  “His name is Bucky,” she said quietly.

“Bucky?  What kind of name is Bucky?” Kate asked.

“It’s a nickname,” Y/N said with a frown.  “His name is James, but I call him Bucky.”

“Weird, but okay,” Yelena said.  “What else?”

“Well, what else do you want to know?” Y/N asked, unsure of how to spin the fantastical story into something they would understand.

“Where did you meet him?” 

“At the Barnes mansion.”

“What?”

“He’s…the owner there.  He let me take a tour,” Y/N said.  Not a full lie.

“So a tour turned into sleeping over?” Kate asked with a smirk.  

“Well, a tour turned into talking that turned into kissing and then a sleepover,” Y/N shrugged, looking down at her hands in her lap.

They both squealed again.  “Well, is he cute?  I mean, he must be at least a little for you to want to sleep with him,” Kate said.

“Ridiculously handsome,” Y/N said automatically.  “Probably the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”

“Holy shit,” Yelena said with wide eyes.  “You’re down bad for him already!”

“Are you going to see him again?” Kate asked.

“Yeah,” Y/N said with a shy nod.  “I lo–like him,” she quickly corrected.  

“When can we meet the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen?” Yelena asked teasingly.

“Hopefully soon,” Y/N said, happy that they seemed happy for her rather than skeptical.  “I’d love for you guys to meet him.”

“Well, I’m happy for you,” Kate said happily.  “You haven’t dated in a long time.  Hopefully he can give you plenty of sexual healing since that last disaster of a relationship.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as Yelena made a sound of disgust.  “Ugh, don’t remind me,” Yelena said.  “I will track him down and slap him silly again, don’t test me.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Y/N said, raising her hands as she stood up.  “I’m gonna go shower and get ready for bed.”

The girls bid her goodnight and made kissy noises at her as she walked to her bedroom.  She shut the door behind her and started getting her things together for the shower when she heard a tapping on her window.  She froze and looked toward the window, waited for a moment, then heard it again.  She walked to the window and peered outside as best as she could in the dark then gasped when she saw those blue eyes.  She wrenched the window open and gawked at him.

“Bucky?  What are you doing?” Y/N whispered.

“Invite me in doll,” Bucky said, holding himself on the windowsill with ease.

“Oh, right,” Y/N said sheepishly, moving away from the window.  “You’re always welcome.”

Bucky gave her a small smile and lithely hoisted himself into her room, landing without a noise and straightening up to look around the room.  He appraised it for a moment as she closed the window and shut the blinds, then he turned to her with an unreadable expression.  “So I’m ‘ridiculously handsome’ am I?” he asked quietly, his smile turning into a smirk.

Y/N blushed then rolled her eyes at his cheekiness.  “For fuck’s sake,” she huffed.  “You and your damn vampire hearing.”

He chuckled quietly then walked toward her until he could embrace her.  “‘The most beautiful man you’ve ever seen?’” he teased, nuzzling her nose.

“You’re insufferable,” Y/N shook her head at him, wrapping her arms around his back.

“And you’re so fun to tease,” he said, kissing her lips lightly.  “But now I need you to tell me about that disaster of a relationship.”

Y/N stiffened in his arms, her eyes widening for a moment before she looked away from him ashamedly.  “It’s nothing, Buck,” she said quickly.

“Obviously it wasn’t,” Bucky said, his voice harsher than she’d heard it since they’d found each other.  “Who was it?  What happened?”

His hands moved from her back to her face, cupping her cheeks and turning her head to look at him.  Y/N couldn’t say no to him, and knew he wouldn’t give up until she told him.  She sighed heavily and leaned her head against his left hand.  “It was abusive,” she breathed.  She watched his face turn from curious to furious, his hands stiffening on her face.  “His name is Helmut Zemo.  I called him Z.  He was…sweet at first.  But that’s how abusers get ya, you know?” she said with a bitter laugh, shrugging her shoulders.  “Give you a false sense of safety and then slowly change their behavior over time.  It was all emotional and verbal until he…”  She stopped, closing her mouth and tightening her lips as she shut her eyes to stop the onslaught of tears that still welled up after all these years.

Bucky pressed his forehead against hers, nuzzling her nose again as his fingers moved to cradle her by the back of the head and his thumbs wiped away the beginning of those tears about to slip out of the sides of her eyes.  “Until he what?” he asked, his voice barely containing his rage.

Y/N let out a sputtered breath, keeping her eyes closed.  “He didn’t like me saying no,” she whispered.  “So he took what he wanted.”

Bucky let out what she could only describe as a growl, the sound vibrating the air between them.  She shivered at the sound, her eyes snapping open to look at him.  He was reigning in a snarl, and she barely got a peek of his fangs before he closed his mouth and his jaw ticked audibly with how hard he snapped his teeth shut.  His eyelids fluttered closed as he frowned, his nostrils flaring with an angry huff.  He took a moment to breathe before opening his eyes and looking at her with a pained expression.  “I’m so sorry, my darling,” Bucky said lowly, leaning down to kiss her again, but this time more passionately.  “I’ll kill him.”

“Bucky, you don’t–”

“Oh I do,” he said, leaving no room for argument.  “You go wash up and get ready for bed, and I’ll take care of it.  I’ll be back soon.”

“Mon cher–”

Bucky shut her up with a deep kiss, then his touch disappeared and by the time she opened her eyes he was outside again.  He gave her a reassuring smile and a nod before vanishing into the night.  Y/N went over to the window and looked outside, but he was nowhere to be seen.  She left the window open just a crack and then turned to get ready for a shower.  She didn’t know what he would do exactly, but she knew that she’d hear about it on the news.

A few hours later she was awoken to the feeling of the side of her bed dipping down.  She gasped and turned to find Bucky climbing into bed with her.  He was in a different outfit than what she had seen before, and his hair was slightly damp.  “Go back to sleep my darling,” he whispered, gathering her up in his arms as he slid in next to her.  “I took care of it.  You just rest.”

Y/N sighed heavily, turning to face him and snuggling into his chest.  “I love you,” she said sleepily.

“I love you,” he murmured into her hair, kissing along her hairline and down the side of her face as he squeezed her.  “I love you more than life, my darling.  My doll…prettiest doll…my girl…”

She dozed back to sleep with a smile on her face.

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“Y/N!”

Y/N woke up with a start, sitting straight up in bed as thundering footsteps echoed down the hallway toward her room.  She remembered the night before and panicked, looking around the room, but Bucky wasn’t there.  She sighed heavily as her door flew open and Kate and Yelena nearly fell into the room.  “What?” she asked in annoyance at having to wake up so suddenly.

“First of all, it’s 8:00, you’re going to be late for work,” Kate said.

“And secondly, look!” Yelena said, holding her phone up to Y/N’s face.  

Y/N blinked blearily, trying to focus her eyes on the screen in front of her.  She read the headline then gasped and took Yelena’s phone from her hands.  It read, “Local man found drained of blood and crucified in courtyard of historic Catholic church.” Her eyes widened as she read the article below it and then whispered in shock, “Z?”

“Yes!” Yelena said, her face showing the same shock.  “Can you believe it?  I mean, he deserved it but good Lord.”

She and Kate started coming up with theories about who would do this and why while Y/N sat staring at the phone.  Bucky had done this, and had done it for her.  As horrifying a death as it was, something about the fact that he had done it for her, to protect her, to avenge her, was oddly satisfying.  She smiled when she could feel Bucky’s presence nearby, hidden somewhere in the shadows.  

“Well, either way, justice has been served,” Kate said with finality.  “But we should probably make sure we’re doing the buddy system when we go out.”

“When do we ever not?” Yelena asked, walking forward and taking her phone out of Y/N’s hands.  “Get ready for work, missy.  And let us know when we can meet your beautiful man.”

Y/N snorted and pushed her away, making Yelena and Kate laugh before walking away and shutting her door behind them.  She sat in silence for a moment, feeling a strange peace spread through her as Bucky appeared from her closet.  “You alright, doll?” he asked quietly, walking over to lock her door and then heading towards her.

“I…yeah,” she breathed, watching him as he approached her and then kneeled down at the edge of the bed.  She swung her legs over the edge on either side of him and hugged him.  “It’s a bit weird to thank you for killing someone for me, but also incredibly romantic of you.”

Bucky chuckled as he kissed her neck, licking over her jugular.  “I did it before, and I’ll do it again.  Anything for you, my love.  I’d burn this world down just for you.”

Y/N shivered at the promise in his voice and the way he was kissing her.  “Mon cher,” she moaned.  “How am I supposed to go back to normal life when I know you’re here now?  Going to work, paying bills, grocery shopping, it all just seems pointless.”

She could feel him smile against her throat before pulling away to look at her.  “Just a couple more months, Y/N.  You’ll have fun with your friends but introduce them to your new boyfriend,” he paused, a playful frown forming on his face.  “That sounds weird.”

“It does, because you’re so much more,” Y/N giggled, kissing the tip of his nose.

He smiled.  “You’ll keep working, help them with the rent, then after Halloween and your 30th birthday move in with the most beautiful man who will take care of you for the rest of your short human life, and into the next.”  He kissed her lips.  “And we’ll be together forever, like we always planned.  We will never lose each other again.”

“We are forever,” Y/N nodded, kissing him back passionately.  

Bucky suddenly hauled himself up and made her lay back on the bed, his knee resting on the bed between her legs as he hovered over her and continued kissing her.  She felt herself getting lost in the sensation of his intoxicating kisses and his body above her as his hands felt all over her greedily.  She moaned and his left hand moved up and wrapped around her throat, squeezing to make her stop.  “Ssh my darling,” he murmured against her lips.  “Or they’ll hear you.”  Y/N whimpered quietly, her eyes pleading with him.  “Keep quiet doll, and I’ll fill you up, have you thinking of me all day while you’re at work.  But you’re definitely going to be late…”

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Mon Cher Chapter 3

*Idea found on TikTok by @yaberdat aka Finnley.*

“A modern day writer exploring a vampire’s estate during the day.  Wondering why a random room was locked.  Until…they find a Victorian painting of themself.”

*garer:  shelter, where the word garage originates

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The blood dripped from her mouth as she stood over another body.  Where did they all come from?  Why now?  Why tonight of all nights?  At least she was getting her fill for the foreseeable future.  Another hunter tried to sneak up behind her, and she easily whipped around as he raised the stake in his hand, clawing at his face and making him howl in pain and drop the stake as he fell to his knees and held his ripped cheek.  She quickly dispatched him as well before looking around for Bucky.

He was being overwhelmed by the sheer number of men holding up crucifixes and cornering him in the garer.  One of the priests held up his aspergillum and aggressively thrust it toward Bucky, sprinkling more holy water towards him and making Bucky scream in pain as he tried to shrink away from the droplets that singed his skin.  “The power of Christ compels you!” the priest yelled.  “Get thee hence, demon!”

Y/N growled and rushed forward at inhuman speed, using her body to barrel into them and send them flying, the aspergillum shattering against the stone floor.  Bucky sighed heavily as all the crucifixes moved away, and she kneeled before him and held his face in her hands.  “Mon cher!” she cried, looking him over worriedly.  “We need to go.  Come, we must–”

She felt a sudden, ripping pain, making her scream as she sagged against Bucky, looking down to see a silver point sticking out from her chest.  Bucky gasped and stared at it before looking behind her.  He reached a hand out and gripped the hunter’s throat that had stabbed her, snapping his neck within a matter of seconds before throwing his body back then focusing back on her.  “Doll, doll, no!” he cried, cradling her in his arms and pulling the knife out.

Y/N whimpered, her hands shaking as she gripped his torn shirt.  “Buck…” she panted, tears streaming down the sides of her face.  

“No, my darling, please!  You can’t leave me,” Bucky begged, his tears matching her own.  “We are forever, remember?  You promised me that.”

“I’m sorry, my love,” she whispered.  She could feel herself fading and she mustered every bit of strength and magic she had left to raise her hand to his chest and press it against the spot above his heart.  “I will return,” she said firmly.  “I will find you in my next life.  We are forever, mon cher.”

Bucky shook his head and leaned down to kiss her passionately, but by the time he pulled away her hand went limp and her eyes were blank.  He froze, his undead heart clenching as he stared at her.  An unearthly scream wrenched itself from deep in his core, echoing through the estate and out across the bayou.

Y/N gasped and sat upright in bed.  “Y/N?” Bucky’s voice sounded from next to her.  She whipped her head to look at him.  He was leaning on his elbow, his free hand reaching out and caressing her arm.  “Bad dream, doll?”

She felt tears roll down her cheeks as she turned and tackled him against the bed.  He landed with a surprised sound but hugged her back.  “I remembered our last night together,” she cried into his shoulder.

Bucky sighed heavily, his hands rubbing her back comfortingly.  “What an awful thing to wake up to,” he said.  “I was hoping you wouldn’t remember that part.”

She shook her head and sniffled sadly before meeting his gaze.  “You’ve been here this whole time waiting for me?”

“Of course I have,” Bucky frowned.  “You promised me you would return.  I didn’t want to move around too much in case we missed each other somehow.  So I stayed put, kept up the house, even after the hurricanes.”

Y/N smiled at him.  “I always felt so out of place,” she said, her hands roaming over him to get reacquainted.  “Like I didn’t quite belong, and I could never understand why.  Then when I visited New Orleans it felt…right.”  He softly smiled up at her.  “So I stayed.  I knew something special was here. I just didn’t know what it was.  I’m sorry it took me so long–”

“No, doll,” he shook his head and cupped the side of her face gently.  “All that matters is that you’re here now, just like you promised.”

Y/N wiped away her tears quickly and sniffed before leaning her forehead against his.  “We are forever, mon cher,” she said.

“We are forever,” Bucky repeated the mantra, tilting her head with his hand and pulling her down into a kiss.  

Before she could get too into the kiss a vibration came from her cardigan pocket, making her jump.  Bucky whined unhappily as she pulled away and gave him a sheepish smile before fumbling to pull it out and quickly answered the call as she kept her eye on him.  “H-Hello?” she stuttered.

“Y/N where are you?” Kate’s voice asked, sounding worried.

“Please tell me you’re not where I think you are!” Yelena’s voice sounded from the background.

Y/N scoffed.  “Uh, yeah, I’m here.” 

“What?  Girl, you did not just spend the night in a haunted house.  Do you have no self-preservation?” Kate asked incredulously.

“I’m fine,” Y/N said quickly.  

“You’re crazy,” Kate said and she heard Yelena scoff.  “When are you coming back?”

Y/N’s heart constricted at the thought of going back to regular life and looked at Bucky.  He was pretending not to listen, but his eyes were tight as he looked up at the ceiling.  “Um, I’m not sure,” she replied.  “Can I text you in a little while?  I’ve got a few things to figure out.”

There was a pause, then Kate sighed.  “Okay, well, you good?”

Y/N smiled at their friend group’s way of trying to make sure they weren’t in an unsafe situation.  “I’m good,” she said.

“Alright.  Talk to you later,” Kate said.

“Love you!” Yelena’s voice called out.

“Love you guys,” Y/N giggled, then hung up the phone.  She pocketed it and then turned to face Bucky.  He slowly sat up and faced her as well.  “So…how does this work?” Y/N asked.  “You bite my neck, suck my blood, I become a vampire, can’t go out in the sun–”

Bucky laughed and shook his head.  “Not quite,” he said.  He gestured to the window in the room and how the sunlight was streaming through the sheer curtains.  He stuck a hand out into a ray of sunlight on the bed not far from them, and Y/N watched in worry but then…nothing happened.  “It’s more like a slow burn,” he explained.  “It will hurt the longer I stay in it, and start looking like a chemical burn.  But I’m safe to step out every once in a while, going from place to place.”  Y/N nodded.  “As for turning you,” he said, pulling his hand back.  “Yes, I would bite you, and you would die slowly as the…venom, for want of a better word, coursed through your veins.  You would become undead but it’s painful,” he said sadly.  “And I don’t think I can handle putting you in pain or watching you die again just yet.”

Y/N frowned.  “But what if something happens?” she asked incredulously.  “I’m human.  Fragile.  We can’t be forever if you don’t change me–”

“I know,” Bucky nodded and took her hands in his.  “You must understand, doll.”  He paused, his thumbs rubbing over her knuckles as he fought back more tears.  “I watched you die, something that I never even fathomed I would have to do.  And as much as I am desperate to change you, hide you away from the world, keep you all to myself so nothing and no one could ever take you away from me again, the thought of it being me that has to end your life is once again unfathomable.”  He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against hers, looking deep into her eyes.  “To hear your heart stop pumping, your blood freezing, to watch your eyes go dark again,” he blinked rapidly to keep the tears at bay.  “I can’t, my darling.  Not yet–”

Y/N shook her head sadly.  “I know,” she said carefully, moving herself so she was sitting in his lap.  He quickly made room for her and wrapped his arms around her waist.  She ran her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp gently the way she remembered he always loved.  His eyelids fluttered at the scratch, and a small smile quirked at the sides of his lips.  “The world is different now,” she said softly, nuzzling his nose.  “Things like vampires are just stories and pop culture references.  We would be safer now than we were then.  And I know I’m asking for something difficult and unfair of you,” she said quickly when he opened his mouth to protest.  “And we just found each other again, I’m not the same as I was before, we need to get reacquainted again, but please,” she begged, starting to pepper kisses around his face.  “Don’t make me wait for our forever.”

Bucky sighed heavily, his face turning back and forth to let her kiss him wherever she wanted.  He returned some kisses, but it was like he was under a trance from her lips as his eyes blinked blearily and his mouth hung open with a look of pure lust and desire on his face.  “How old are you?” he asked randomly.

Y/N scoffed but continued kissing him.  “Twenty nine,” she breathed.

“Really?” Bucky asked and smiled amusedly.  “When is your birthday?”

“October 31st,” she said with a wink.  “Our favorite day of the year.”

His smile widened proudly.  “Fate is so ironic,” he chuckled.  “How about this…we throw our vampire ball like we used to on Halloween,” he started.  Y/N pulled away and gave him an excited, wide-eyed stare as her smile grew.  “We celebrate your final year of mortality. Then once everyone has gone home, I will change you.”  The irises of his eyes then slowly shifted from the natural bright blue to a deep, ruby red, his pupils dilating as he swallowed harshly.  “I must say, you smell delectable, my darling.”

There was a small flare of fear in Y/N’s heart, but it was quickly squashed by the desire she felt for him.  “Do I?” she asked teasingly.  She raised her hand toward his face and twisted her arm so her wrist was by his nose.  Bucky immediately gripped her wrist and pressed it under his nose, taking a deep sniff along her skin.  “You liked tasting me when I bled last night?” she asked, reminding him of the small taste he got when her tongue was cut by one of his fangs.  He groaned and nodded, his arm around her waist squeezing her tighter against him.  “When did you last feed, my love?” she asked, now feeling concerned.

Bucky shook his head slightly, kissing her wrist and then licking at the prominent vein showing through her skin there.  “Months ago,” he said, his voice sounding strained.

“Mon cher,” Y/N said in a chastising tone.  

“I know,” he whined, leaning into the crook of her neck and sniffing her jugular, then letting out a shaky breath.  “It’s harder to make people disappear nowadays.”

Y/N nodded, thinking about all the logistics that went into finding the right person to feed on.  “Take me,” she said quietly.  He froze and slowly looked up to meet her gaze, his pupils almost completely encompassing the red around them.  “Just as a treat, to hold you over until you can find someone,” Y/N explained.  “And it could be like practice for later on when you change me.”

Bucky smiled, his fangs elongating as he looked at her.  She could see the danger, the desperation, the hunger in his eyes, making the smile look even more threatening.  “You would let me feed from you?” he asked in awe.  

“Yes,” Y/N nodded seriously.

His gaze flickered between her eyes for a moment, like he was trying to make sure that this was a serious offer and that she was sure.  Then she could see the flip switch, and he suddenly pushed her onto her back on the bed, hovering over her with his hips nestled between her legs.  His hands hastily pulled away her cardigan and the strap of her dress underneath to free up space around her neck.  Y/N turned her head to give him more room, laying her arms out at her sides.  She could just imagine what this looked like from above, like some kind of twisted crucifix.  “Are you sure my darling?” Bucky hissed against her throat then licked her skin heavily.  

“Do it,” Y/N said, turning her head and kissing his cheek.

Bucky huffed a laugh and turned his head to quickly kiss her lips before nuzzling her throat again.  His left hand cupped the other side of her face, his fingers cradling the back of her head as his right hand held her hip.  “I’ll try to be gentle,” he whispered into her ear.  She tried to keep her breathing slow even as her heart rate picked up in anticipation.  He kissed and licked her throat a while longer, his teeth slightly skimming her skin, every once in a while nipping at her neck.  Then after a sharper slice that produced a few beads of blood he gasped as he licked them up, then growled and finally bit her.

Y/N knew it would hurt, obviously, but she wasn’t prepared for how much the pain would bloom into pleasure for her.  She hadn’t had a lot of sexual experience in her human life, but she had never dabbled with pain as part of the process.  His fangs sank into her skin and she felt the white hot pain that made her yelp and tense at first, then at the first suck of her blood it dulled into a low throb.  She felt the adrenaline flow through her body at the danger of the situation mixing with the trust and inherent love she felt for Bucky.  A tension settled in her core that sent pulses of arousal and pleasure straight to her pussy, and she squirmed as she could feel her arousal start to soak her underwear.

Bucky seemed to be feeling the same as he drank from her, his hand at her hip gripping her harder and the one behind her head tangling his fingers in her hair tightly.  His body was tense, but as he fed his hips unknowingly thrusted into her core, slowly and repeatedly.  His breathing was heavy at her neck, and he let out moans and whimpers with each swallow.  When Y/N started to feel a little dizzy she tapped his shoulder and he groaned before unlatching his mouth from her neck and licking at the bite mark he created, helping her skin heal.  “Fuck doll,” he breathed as he kissed her neck and down her chest.  “I never knew you as human before, and probably for good reason.  It’s so hard to stop…never tasted someone so sweet…”  Y/N giggled and wrapped her arms around his back.  He pulled away to look at her, his eyes shifting back to their natural blue color.  “I didn’t hurt you?” he asked worriedly.

“I’m fine,” she reassured him.  “It was a good pain.”

“Good pain?” he asked with a sly smile, his eyebrow arching.  His hands gripped her hips, his thumbs rubbing along the area close to her underwear.  His gaze moved down her body hungrily, making her arousal reawaken.  “Mmh, excited darling?” he chuckled, his nostrils slightly flaring.

Y/N blushed, realizing he could smell her arousal with those otherworldly, undead skills of his.  But with the way he was looking at her she couldn’t find it in herself to care.  He looked at her the way she always imagined a lover should, like in those great romance stories she’d always loved.  She realized it was because she knew she deserved just that because she had had it in a previous life.  A yearning, longing, endearing and eternal love.  “Yes,” she breathed.

He sat up and ran in hands slowly from her hips down to her thighs that still cradled his hips.  Her dress had ridden up when he laid her on her back, so he was able to see her underwear and touch her bare legs.  “So beautiful,” he said lowly.  “Can I…can I touch you?”

He looked unsure but desperate, and it made her stomach flip with excitement at how much he wanted her.  “Yeah,” she nodded, widening her legs even more for him.  

Bucky smiled brilliantly at her before sliding his hands back toward her hips, pushing her dress up further.  His fingers gripped the hem of her panties and pulled them down and off her legs, dropping them off to the side as he stared at her pussy.  “Doll,” he groaned.  “Look at you,” he said, like he could barely believe it.  His fingers massaged over the crease of her legs to her pussy, making her hips tremble.  He seemed to tease her lower lips with his fingers, not quite touching where she wanted him, skimming over her clit and in between the lips, gathering her wetness and spreading it all around but not dipping inside yet.  He was getting reacquainted with her, and she felt powerful as she watched him focus on her with a lustful frown and his mouth agape, his tongue licking over his lips.  

“Bucky please,” she begged after he made another pass over her hole without pushing his fingers in.  She tried to angle her hips so he would do it.

He met her gaze again and smirked before suddenly sinking two fingers into her without warning.  Y/N gasped loudly, her body stiffening at the sudden stretch and fill that she was craving, even if it was just his fingers.  He pumped his fingers in and out of her for just a short while before pulling them out and bringing them to his mouth, sucking off the juices.  His eyes rolled back, then at inhuman speed put his face between her legs and started eating her out.  Y/N’s back arched at the feeling of his tongue on her, licking broad strokes through her pussy lips then shoving his tongue as far into her hole as possible.  “Oh my god!” she huffed, her fingers moving down to grip his hair.

Bucky moaned against her pussy when she tugged at his hair.  “Yes, doll, I love your hands in my hair,” he said wantonly.  “Fuck, I missed this.”

He took his time, worshipping her pussy with his mouth for as long as possible.  Y/N had never been this well taken care of before in this life.  Memories kept springing up in her mind as he ate her out of their previous sex life, and just how long they would last since they were undead and didn’t necessarily need breaks.  He kept edging her closer to her release, then would back off once she was almost there, not wanting it to end.

“Bucky…love, please!” she begged after the fifth time.  “I need to cum!”

Bucky chuckled against her as his fingers fucked her.  “I’m sorry, doll, I just can’t get enough of the way your blood rushes through you when you’re close,” he said teasingly.  “But since you begged so pretty…”  He latched his lips around her clit and sucked hard, then flicked it with the tip of his tongue so fast it felt like her vibrator.  She tipped off the edge so quick it nearly made her pass out as she came, her cum gushing over the lower half of his face as her back arched and she screamed.  Her entire body felt like she was shaking as he continued to eat her out and his fingers massaged that spot deep inside, helping her ride it out until she stopped shaking.  “My darling,” he sighed after licking up as much of her cum as he could.  “Your cum is almost as good as your blood.”  He sat up and gave her an open mouthed kiss so she could taste herself.

It was so dirty that her head spun as she kissed him back, then she started to pull at his clothes.  Bucky quickly helped her take them off, then pulled the rest of hers off until they were finally naked.  His hands roamed over her body, memorizing every detail that he hadn’t been able to see in over 100 years.  His fingers traced over the scars, birthmarks, and tattoos that she had hidden with a look of awe and surprise, his lips quirked up in an adoring smile.  

“So different, and yet the same,” he mused.  “I love these,” he said, gesturing to the tattoos.  

Y/N giggled.  “Will they stay when I change?”

“Yes,” Bucky nodded, his smile widening.  He leaned down and started kissing where his hands had been, randomly nipping and sucking at her skin every once in a while to make her laugh and squirm.  He finally decided to stay at her breasts, kissing and licking at her nipples softly.  “So perfect,” he breathed.  “We used to fuck for days, do you remember?”

“Yes,” Y/N gasped when he licked the valley between her breasts.  “I can’t do that now–”

“Oh I know,” he smirked, looking up at her with a wicked look in his eyes.  “Doesn’t mean we can’t try.”

Y/N shivered at that and the desperation in her body that made her heart flutter in her chest, her hands tightening on his biceps.  Her pussy pulsed with anticipation as her hips rocked against him, feeling his cock slip through her lower lips.  “Don’t tease me, Buck,” she whined.  “Please let me feel you.”

He kissed his way back up to her face and pressed his forehead against hers as he reached down and held his cock, lubing himself up with her arousal.  “Alright, doll,” he said in an amused tone.  He took a deep breath, like he was readying himself, then started to push inside her.  Y/N couldn’t stop the needy sound that spilled from her lips at the perfect way he stretched and filled her.  More memories popped up in her head, making the experience all the more intimate and special.  Once he bottomed out she huffed out a long breath, and he shuddered above her.  “My darling,” he whispered, nuzzling her face with his nose and his cheeks.  “Oh my darling…you feel as intoxicating as I remember.  This perfect pussy,” he whimpered, kissing all over her face and neck.  “My perfect pussy.  My darling…mine.”

Y/N sobbed.  Her memories were making her emotional, and having him again like this was sliding that last lost piece into place, making it so all her insecurities about how she was growing up, how out of place she felt, was healed instantly.  This was exactly where she was supposed to be.  Bucky kissed away her tears, keeping himself close on top of her as he dug his arms underneath her body to hold her tight.  His face was scrunched in a look of need and sadness that reflected her own.

“I’m so sorry, mon cher,” Y/N cried as he started to thrust at a slow pace.  She cupped his face in her hands, scratching at his beard gently as she admired him.  “I’m so sorry I left you, and that it took me so long to find you…that I didn’t recognize you–”

“None of that, doll,” Bucky shook his head.  “We’re together now, that’s all that matters.  You came back to me, just as you promised.”  

His hips thrust faster, and Y/N sighed heavily in satisfaction.  “I did,” she said, nuzzling his face like he had done to her.  She wanted to bury herself into him as much as she could, to be completely engulfed and surrounded by all things him.  “I love you.  I love you Bucky.  Goddamn, I love you.”

“I love you,” he replied, his voice wobbly as he fought back his own tears at hearing her say it for the first time in years.

No more words were spoken as he fucked her, only the exchanging of whimpers, moans and gasps mixing with the slapping of skin that echoed through the room.  Bucky had her cumming in only a few minutes, then picked her up and moved her to the wall across from the bed and fucked her against it until she came, then to the window seat in the sun for a moment until the burn on his skin hurt too much so he could “see your eyes in the sunlight.”  Then the floor until she came, then he had her on her knees at the edge of the bed, pounding into her.

“That’s it, my darling.  Fuck, I’m so close,” he huffed, his voice finally sounding strained.  “Once more for me, doll.  Come on, you can do it one more time.  Be my perfect little doll and cum!”

Y/N’s limbs felt like jelly, her knees shaking as she tried to keep her lower half upright even as her face was down in the mattress, her fingers grasping the blanket with a deathgrip.  Her face thrashed against the mattress as her body somehow was able to build up another orgasm.  Bucky reached around her hips and found her clit easily, flicking it with the tip of his middle finger fast as he leaned over her back and bit at her shoulder without his fangs.  That had her coming undone again, her knees giving out from the overwhelming pleasure and release as she groaned into the blanket and shivered.  Bucky continued to fuck her into the mattress, his breaths becoming heavier and louder until he let out a loud whimper and stiffened, snapping his hips hard and cumming deep inside her.  She moaned at his sharp bite on her shoulder and the warm sensation blooming in her lower belly.  She felt so intensely satiated that she couldn’t move once Bucky pulled himself up and then slowly removed his cock from her.  

“Fuck, doll,” he said in an awestruck tone, his hands massaging her ass and the backs of her thighs, then she could feel his thumb gather their combined cum and try to push it back inside her.   His hands ran over her body, then lifted her into a better position to lay on the bed and tucked her into his side.  She had a hard time keeping her eyes open with how fucked out she was, but smiled when he kissed her lips passionately and tried her best to kiss him back.  “You did so well, Y/N,” he praised her, peppering kisses all over her face.  “Always my perfect, pretty doll.  Mine.  God I missed you so much…we’ll never be apart again, I swear it.  I’ll keep you safe…”

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Mon Cher Chapter 2

*Idea found on TikTok by @yaberdat aka Finnley.*

“A modern day writer exploring a vampire’s estate during the day.  Wondering why a random room was locked.  Until…they find a Victorian painting of themself.”

*garer:  shelter, where the word garage originates

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Y/N took the next few weekends at the end of the summer to check out the Barnes mansion.  The first time she went it was to stake out the area and see if the house was gated off or if there were security cameras or alarms in place.  She drove her car to the outskirts of the bayou and followed the old road that led to the Barnes Mansion until it tapered off into grassland.  She parked the car once the house was in view and made the rest of the trek on foot, hefting her backpack on her shoulder and trudging through the high grass and puddles in her waterproof boots, tucking her pouch necklace under her dress. She stalked around the edge of the property for a while that day, enjoying the willow trees that surrounded the four corners of the main house and then the long expanse of land that was behind it that must have held once well-manicured gardens and what looked like a water feature, but had been flooded out.  

The second time she went she moved forward beyond the main border of the property, walking around the house and inspecting the outside.  It didn’t look damaged like she expected from a major hurricane flood, so she plucked up the courage and carefully walked up the steps of the wraparound porch, testing the floorboards with each step so as not to fall through any previously flooded and rotted wood.  Surprisingly, it all seemed intact.  Y/N walked around the porch, peaking into the windows and trying to see if she could see anything.  Unfortunately it was too dark to see anything other than shapes and glimpses of the things inside.  But if the outside was in good shape, then maybe the inside was?  Once she reached the front door again she looked out at the front of the property from the porch and felt her heart lurch.  Was this…deja vu?  Why did this scene look so familiar?  Why did she suddenly feel so emotional?  She blinked away the heat behind her eyes, shaking her head at herself before walking down the porch and back to her car before the sun could set any lower.

The next Saturday in the late afternoon Y/N walked straight to the front door and tested the door knob.  It was of course locked, so she pulled out her tool kit and started fiddling with the lock.  Eventually the lock clicked and she opened the door, a proud smile spreading across her face.  The floor inside seemed to all be intact as well.  In fact, the entire house was pristine.  She had expected water damage, sagging floors, peeling paint and wallpaper and broken chandeliers, but it all looked freshly clean and preserved.  Maybe there was a new private owner who fixed it all up?

Y/N took out her phone and started walking through the house, taking pictures of each room and admiring the design of the house and all the pieces left inside.  By the time she walked up the stairs the sun was starting to set, but she wasn’t ready to leave just yet.  She took pictures of the rooms upstairs, the golden hour light creating the most amazing shadows that she couldn’t get enough of.  The further she went into the house the more a feeling of uneasiness settled in her bones.  Something about all of this was strangely intimate, like she had been here before, recognizing some of the pieces as she walked from room to room.  Then she reached the last door that led to the turret part of the house.  She pulled, but it wouldn’t budge. The knob wouldn’t even jiggle, like it was wedged or glued shut.  She frowned as she stepped away and stared at the door so oddly separated from the rest of the house.  After a moment she shrugged and took a picture of the door before turning around as she reviewed some of the photos on her phone.  When she looked back up at the wall facing the door she froze and gasped.  

The last bit of the setting sun illuminated another portrait of Lady Barnes, but this one was a close up of her from the chest up.  The intense detail made Y/N’s eyes widen.  The same eyes, the same nose, same mouth, same tilt of the eyebrows, same birthmarks, but she had a knowing look in her eye that was almost unnerving to look at.  Y/N’s heart plummeted into her stomach.  Something suddenly felt off…it was all too familiar and her mind just couldn’t wrap itself around whatever it was nudging at her subconscious.  She inched toward the staircase, an ominous feeling in her gut making her nervous and jittery.  Just as the last rays of sun dipped below the horizon, casting the house in shadow as she reached the first step, the lock on the turret door clicked.  

Her gaze snapped to the door for half a second before she gasped and turned to run down the stairs.  Her heavy footsteps thumped down the stairs as she focused on not falling, leaping down the last few to the landing and then down the last set.  She could hear a strange hissing sound coming from above and kept moving, not daring to look back.  Her heart was thundering in her chest, the blood rushing through her veins and making her panic as she almost tripped on an old ornate rug and ran as fast as she could toward the front door.  She was so close, reaching her hand out to grab the old door knob and twist it, pulling it open just an inch before a hand smacked the door above her head and shut it hard.  

Y/N yelped and turned to see her attacker then froze again.  Towering over her was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.  His body was hovering over her as his hand kept the door shut, placing his face within inches of hers.  He was pale, dark circles under his eyes and dark lashes that made his bright blue eyes look icy and piercing.  A straight nose that led down to perfectly pink lips surrounded by a full beard.  His mouth was slightly agape as he stared at her, a crease between his stern eyebrows and long dark brown hair that reached his shoulders.  He looked at her like he was in awe, and if she wasn’t mistaken, with a sadness and longing that made her heart cringe.

Her wide eyes took him in, her own mouth agape as she shakily took shallow, panicked breaths.  What did he want?  Why was he here?  Was he the owner?  Why did she…know those eyes?  Before she could try to speak and explain herself he raised his right hand and hesitantly reached toward her face.  Her eyes darted to his hand and back to his face, trying to gauge whether or not she could fight him off if he tried anything.  His fingers barely made contact with her cheek then he exhaled sharply at a sting that jolted between the skin of her cheek and his fingertips.  He frowned deeper at his hand, then his eyes moved to the strings of the necklace that he could see around her neck, the rest of it hidden beneath her dress.  

He let out a disappointed sigh but met her gaze again, the frown transforming into a look of deep despair.  “Y/N?” he breathed, like he couldn’t quite believe it.

Y/N blinked in confusion, her own frown forming on her face as she stared back at him.  She closed her mouth and took a deep breath, swallowing harshly before nodding.  “Yes,” she said quietly.  “How do you know my name?”

A soft, sad but knowing smirk lit up his face.  “I would know you in any lifetime, doll,” he said lowly.  He said it with such conviction that she felt a strange thrill shoot down her spine, confusing her as she felt both fear and arousal.  Her eyelids fluttered as he slightly leaned in and sniffed near her throat, humming deeply before he pulled away.  “Human,” he scoffed.  “And protected by magic.  Smart.  Good strategy.”

Y/N’s annoyance overrode her self-preservation and she shook her head as she tried to angle herself away from him.  “Who are you?” she asked, her voice raising slightly.

His smirk deepened.  “Lord James Barnes, but you called me Bucky,” he said.  

Her eyebrows shot up.  “I’m sorry, Lord Barnes as in…the vampire of the bayou?  No,” she shook her head more vehemently.  “No, no no no no no, that’s…this is not happening–”

Bucky’s mouth widened into a full, toothy smile, and she watched in shock as his canines seemingly grew out of his gums, lengthening into two sharp fangs that glistened in the dark foyer.  “The one and only,” he said with a teasing tone.  

Her eyes were comically wide as she stared at him, her eyes flickering across his face.  This couldn’t be real…this couldn’t be happening.  It was just ghost stories, legends of history that were blown out of proportion.  “So you think I’m…” she breathed.

“You are,” Bucky said earnestly, staying close to her but not touching her.  “Y/N Barnes, the lady of the house.  My darling, the Belle of the ball, my doll.”  The pet names rolled off his lips so easily, making her confusing arousal spike.  “I’ve been waiting for you for so long,” he said sadly.  “But it seems my suffering isn’t over.”  He finally stood straight and took a few steps back to give her space, though it looked like it physically hurt him to do so.  

Y/N should have taken the moment to try and open the door and run again, but her curiosity won over.  “What do you mean?” she asked.

“You don’t remember,” he said forlornly.  “You are human again.  You are protected,” he pointed at the hidden necklace.  “You don’t remember,” he whispered, looking down at his feet.

Another confusing need to hold him, to comfort him arose in her chest and she had to stop herself from trying to step toward him, keeping her hands at her sides tightly as she fought the feeling to reach out to him.  He was familiar.  This house was familiar.  The pet names he called her made her heart sing.  What was going on?  She shut her eyes tight and let out a long puff of air.  “This is crazy,” she muttered.

Bucky chuckled bitterly.  “It is.”

She opened her eyes to find him staring at her again.  They sat in silence for a moment before she took a step toward him.  There was an invisible pull she felt in her gut that wanted her to stay, to be close to him, to touch him.  “What happens if I take off the necklace?” she asked suspiciously.

Bucky’s eyes slightly widened.  “Then I could touch you,” he said.  “I could change you, but I would only do that if you wanted me to.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me?” she asked quietly, taking another step forward.

He fully faced her and shook his head.  “Never,” he promised.

The rational part of her brain was screaming at her to run, to stop with this weirdness and get herself somewhere safe away from the strange man.  But her heart was winning out.  Something about all of this was too recognizable, but it was like there was a wall in her mind, making things fuzzy or not quite connecting the dots.  Her hand twitched at her side, itching to reach up and take off her necklace.  “I feel like I’m going crazy,” she said, taking another step forward.

Bucky’s eyes looked hopeful.  “What are you feeling?”

She frowned as she came closer until she was looking up at him again.  “It’s all so familiar,” she breathed.  “I felt it the moment I first came to New Orleans years ago.  I’ve felt it ever since I moved here.  Something prickling at the edge of my consciousness,” she started rambling, then looked around the foyer they stood in.  “This house, the portrait at the bar and upstairs…” Her hand slowly moved up toward his face, stopping short of his face when she remembered the sting when he tried to touch her earlier.  “I know this,” she whispered.  

He nodded, looking at her desperately.  “You know me,” he urged.  “Take off the necklace, doll.  Let me show you.”

She paused for a moment, weighing her options as Toussaint’s words echoed in her head.  But something about this felt important and right.  She didn’t feel in danger, and she needed to know and understand what was going on.  And even if it was all just some kind of weird coincidence, then at least she would have a classic New Orleans encounter and story to tell, and maybe a fun night with a handsome stranger.  She reached both hands up and started lifting the necklace off of herself.  Bucky let out another sharp breath as he watched her remove it, and when she dropped it off to the side he smiled softly at her.  He raised both of his hands until he cupped her face, his expression crumpling into a mix of desire and satisfaction the second he touched her.  She welcomed it, her eyelids fluttering as his thumbs swept across her cheekbones.  Tears built in his eyes as he stared at her for another moment, then he angled his head and leaned down, nuzzling his nose along hers for a moment.  Y/N tilted her head upwards more for him, feeling as desperate as he looked.

He ghosted his lips across hers, hovering for a moment, then kissed her.  Y/N wasn’t sure what happened, but it felt like her entire world turned upside down.  An icy tingling sensation seeped through her veins the moment he kissed her, sending a shiver over her whole body, and then she gasped through her nose as a vision filled her head.  It was her, dressed in a 1910s flowy evening dress and being helped down from an old Delaunay-Belleville car.  She was looking up at a theatre with a wide smile, but her canines were sharper.  She caressed Bucky’s cheek affectionately then took his arm as he led her inside.  Another memory came through, and it was her again at what looked like a ball, dressed in a black, elaborate dress and mingling and dancing with people as music played.  Then another of her and Bucky, laying naked in a bed with the afterglow from love-making surrounding them, her fingers running through his hair softly before she kissed the tip of his nose.

It all disappeared and her eyes opened as Bucky pulled away.  His chest was rising with heavy breaths that matched hers as he looked at her pleadingly, silently begging her to see and believe.  She didn’t realize that her hands were gripping his wrists until she raised her hand again and did as she had seen in the vision, softly running her fingers through the front part of his hair, her nails lightly scratching his scalp.  His eyes fluttered shut for a moment and he leaned his forehead against her forehead like it was the only thing keeping him upright.  She nuzzled his nose back and remembered…

“Mon cher?” she asked quietly.  

His eyes snapped open and he pulled back to be able to see her fully.  His eyes were wide as he stared at her in disbelief.  His fingers tightened on her cheeks minutely.  “You remember?” he asked.

“It’s…it’s all in flashes,” she whispered, slightly shaking her head as she tried to piece together the memories.  “But I know you…Bucky.”  Her voice gave out and she was overcome with emotion, tears brimming her eyes as she stared at him.  “My Bucky.”

“Yes,” he nodded, tears spilling down his cheeks.  “Your Bucky.  I’ve missed you so much, my love.”

He kissed her again, more passionately this time.  Y/N reciprocated it easily, her hands moving to his back and holding him close.  As they kissed more images and visions flashed through her head, playing like an old movie.  The more she saw the more emotional she became.  She was remembering New Orleans, their home, the parties they attended and hosted, how long they had been together before that horrible night when the priest hunters came and ambushed them.  She could see and hear Bucky’s anguished cries as he held her body with a silver dagger through her heart, then felt his despair, hate and rage as he charged the church and ripped the hunters apart before setting it ablaze.

By the time she came back to herself he had moved them to the front door, lifting her and pressing her against it so his hands could roam more freely.  Her legs had automatically wrapped around his hips, and on instinct her hands moved into his hair, her fingers threading through the strands and then tugging at the hair at the base of his skull.  Bucky groaned into her mouth, which brought on another wave of memories, each more sexual and dirty than the last.  She shuddered as his tongue licked the seam of her lips, and she opened her mouth to him.  Their tongues fought for dominance in constant open-mouthed kisses until her tongue was nicked by one of his fangs.

Y/N gasped sharply, trying to pull her mouth away from the twinge of pain, but Bucky’s lips sucked her tongue, keeping it in his mouth.  He tasted her blood and a loud, needy whimper came from his throat.  “Fuck, doll,” he breathed when he released her.  “You taste divine.”

She moaned against his mouth as she kissed him deeply again, then broke the kiss suddenly, sucking in a deep breath as her head thumped against the door.  “I’m dizzy,” she giggled.

Bucky chuckled, keeping himself close to her as he pulled her away from the door and carried her up the stairs to the bedroom that had been locked earlier.  He kicked the door closed behind him before bringing her over to the bed and laying her on it gently.  He positioned her to lay normally on the bed then laid next to her, keeping her tucked against his side.  “I’m sure you’re feeling overwhelmed by it all,” he said empathetically.  “The memories and the feelings are all rushing back.  I’m sorry I was overly excited–”

“It’s okay,” Y/N sighed, her body and mind being reminded of just how tired she truly was after everything that happened.  She snuggled against him and kept her face tucked against the crook of his neck, inhaling a scent that was so inherently him that brought on more memories.  “I understand, mon cher.”

Bucky hummed as he squeezed her.  “Sleep, my darling.  Just let me hold you.  Let me feel you as you dream.”  He kissed the side of her head near her ear.  “I can’t believe you’re back.  It’s been so long–”

Y/N squeezed him back with the little strength she had left as her consciousness slipped into oblivion and exhaustion, with visions of her and Bucky having a night out on the town.

[tianna8320]

Mon Cher Chapter 1

*Idea found on TikTok by @yaberdat aka Finnley.*

“A modern day writer exploring a vampire’s estate during the day.  Wondering why a random room was locked.  Until…they find a Victorian painting of themself.”

*garer:  shelter, where the word garage originates

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Y/N had always been a little…odd.  She always felt like she didn’t belong.  Like she was out of place, or more aptly, a woman out of time.  Her mother called her an old soul.  She loved things that were old, vintage, retro, whatever it was called at the moment, and particularly from the turn of the century and into the 1920s.  She didn’t understand the trends, didn’t relate to the kids her age growing up, and she buried herself in romance stories of characters who yearned and were desperate for one another.  And after a school choir trip to New Orleans when she was 15, she had become obsessed with the city and its history.  She felt more at home and at peace there than she had anywhere else her entire life.

She had purposefully applied to Tulane University just so she could live there, and got a Bachelor of Arts in Design.  When school was finished she integrated herself fully into New Orleans, moving into a little bungalow with two roommates and getting a job working for a self proclaimed witch named Toussaint in his shop along the French Quarter and taking on design clients part time, helping bring their eclectic styles into cohesive designs within their homes.  Her weekends consisted of wandering the streets looking for new discoveries, taking guided tours around the city, bayou tours and parties with her roommates.  The most fun she had was at old dance halls or bars where she and her friends would dress up in old fashioned clothes and makeup and listen to the classic jazz and blues music while dancing the night away.

Then on a bayou tour she spotted something.  “What is that?” she asked the tour guide, pointing to something peeking through the high grass and willow trees.

He squinted at the area she was pointing to then sighed.  “That’s the abandoned Barnes mansion,” he said sadly.  “Beautiful but haunted Queen Anne style home.” She raised her eyebrows and stared at the house hidden amongst the overgrown Louisiana marshland.  “It used to be open for tours, but it flooded during Hurricane Katrina and nobody took the time or money to have it fixed up,” he said.  

“Nobody can reach it now?” she asked.

“I’m sure you could.  But it’s been left to rot, so best to steer clear for your safety,” he said, then turned his attention back to the regular part of the tour.

Y/N knew at that moment that she would be paying a visit to the Barnes mansion, one way or another.

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Her roommates-turned-friends Yelena and Kate dragged her to a party after the Bacchus parade during Mardi Gras.  They were dressed in flapper dresses this year, and Y/N had pinned her hair to look short and gone full out with the outfit and makeup.  They sipped on their cocktails as they meandered through the party, admiring the old architecture of the building they were in and looking at all the paintings and pictures on the walls.  At one point they found themselves in a quiet alcove where Yelena collapsed on the nearby stairs and kicked her heels off.

“Ugh, get these wretched things off of me,” she whined, massaging her feet as she grimaced in pain.  

Y/N giggled and leaned against the wall opposite of her to wait for her to be ready to go.  Kate leaned against the banister then looked at the wall Y/N was on then gasped.  “Y/N!” she said in shock, staring at the wall.  “Look!”

Y/N frowned and turned to look at the painting on the wall just above her head.  It was a portrait of a woman in an early 1920s evening dress that was close to the same design and color palette Y/N had chosen for her flapper dress, with beaded strands hanging off her sleeves, the dress an emerald green color that had an ombre effect into gold at the bottom, her hair styled just like Y/N’s was now.  What was striking was the fact that the woman in the portrait and Y/N looked almost exactly alike.

“Oh my god,” Yelena gasped, her eyes moving back and forth between Y/N and the portrait.  “It’s you.”

“Very funny,” Y/N chuckled, finishing the last bit of her drink.  

“No, it looks exactly like you,” Kate agreed, pulling out her phone.  “Pose like her.”  Y/N shook her head but did as she said, posing like the woman in the portrait as Kate took a picture.  Kate pulled her phone close to her face then shoved it in Yelena’s face, who raised her eyebrows, then into Y/N’s face.  “It is you!”

“Weird,” Y/N said.  She had to admit, it did look just like her.  She turned back to the portrait and looked at the plaque at the bottom of it.  “‘Lady Barnes:  The Belle of the Vampire Ball,’” she read quietly.  “I haven’t heard of her.”

“Wait, I remember this,” Yelena said with a smile.  “The legend of Lord Barnes, the rumored vampire of the northern bayou.”

“Barnes as in the Barnes mansion?” Y/N asked, her interest piqued.

“Yeah,” Yelena nodded with a knowing look.  “That abandoned one you saw.  He and his wife used to throw a vampire ball every Halloween, and every year someone went missing from it.  The rumors spread that the missing person was like a sacrifice to Barnes and his wife, since they always looked reenergized and refreshed after the ball.  The legend of their youth and beauty, as well as their belief in the occult, made them targets for religious zealots and the local authorities at the time, and Lady Barnes was killed during an altercation with some Catholic vampire hunters.”  Y/N was hanging onto her every word.  “Lord Barnes swore that he’d get his revenge, then killed multiple priests and set fire to the church.  He never came out, so people assumed he died in the fire.  But there’s always been talk of how he would rise again once he found his reincarnated wife.”

“Spooky,” Kate said with a hushed and reverent tone.  “Well, looks like the Belle of the Vampire Ball is back,” she said with a smirk towards Y/N.

Y/N rolled her eyes, making the other two laugh.  “He will find you, and rise again!” Yelena said, wiggling her fingers at her with wide eyes.  “To be together forever!”

“You guys are ridiculous,” Y/N snickered, and they all laughed together then helped Yelena get back in her shoes before moving to return back to the party.  Before they left the alcove Y/N looked back at the painting.   It really was uncanny just how much it looked like her, and she had a strange feeling about the portrait.  She shook her head at herself and quickly took a picture of the portrait before scurrying down the hallway to rejoin them.

***

“Yeah, I can see it,” Toussaint nodded as he looked at the picture on her phone then back at her.  “I thought it the first time I saw you.”

“Really?  Why didn’t you say anything?” Y/N asked in surprise, following him as he walked around the counter towards the backroom.

“Well, that’s cursed history,” Toussaint retorted, giving her an unimpressed look.  “I may do hoodoo but that doesn’t mean I dabble with that stuff.”

“It’s just an old ghost story,” Y/N smiled.

“Not in New Orleans it ain’t,” he replied.  He walked up to her and reached out to the necklace with a small pouch on it that he’d given her when she first started working there.  “I can see you already making plans in that head of yours to go see the mansion,” he said quietly.  “I would caution you not to.  But if you do, make sure you keep this on.”

“Why?” she asked with a frown.

He shrugged.  “Just in case,” he said simply, then walked away to stock more crystals.

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Joan Cusack as Debbie Jelinsky in Addams Family Values: 1993, dir. Barry Sonnenfeld

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