CAPTIVE (2)

CAPTIVE (2)

DARK! ADJACENT Steve x Reader

Synopsis: Hydra brings Steve and Reader together. Actions have Consequences.

WARNINGS: MENTION OF PAST PHYSICAL ABUSE, MENTION OF TERMINATING A PREGNANCY, USE OF THE WORD RAPE, MINUSCULE SMUT.

(THIS CHAPTER IS PLOT AND DIALOGUE HEAVY)

“What.”

“Excuse me.”

Steve and Bucky spoke at the same time. 

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The Christmas Trap

Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

Summary: When their parents separate without warning one day, Jamie and Bex didn’t think it would last too long. Almost a year later and their parents are still living apart, only means one thing. They have to hatch a plan to bring their mom and dad back together once and for all. Just in time for Christmas. Warnings: Fluff. Christmas themes. Dad!Bucky. Depression. Separation. Not divorced but mentions. Enhanced children. A/N: I told y’all! I’m in the holiday spirit of things. Also, Bucky with children always makes my heart melt. This gets deep at the end. It hits personally for me so it was very therapeutic to write through. All happy endings though! Enjoy lovebugs <3

“Did you grab the goods?” 

The little black haired eight year old peered down to his sister with wide hopeful eyes. James - Jamie - Barnes was the spitting image of his father. Mischievous, reckless in school and - you suspected - some super serum abilities beginning to develop. Most people have no problem telling who his father is. 

“Isn’t mommy supposed to do that?” Her bright blue eyes shined with a confused gleam in her irises. Her eyes may have been her fathers but everything else was yours. She was only six years old but she was one of the sharpest kids around according to her big brother. Maybe not right now but we all had our flaws.

“Shh, Bex!” A finger went to his lips. “She isn’t supposed to know. And dad can’t know either.” 

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No Second Chances

So, I’ve been going through writer’s block, searching for a way out of it. @stuckonjbbarnes​ gave me this prompt and I wrote this in about an hour.

Prompt: “I have a master’s degree in making people cry.”

Pairing: Bucky X Reader, sort of.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Anger, depression, angsttttttttt up the wazoo. deadbeat bucky? ghosting. Honestly, just sadness.

Summary: You slept with Bucky on the third date and now you’re dealing with the consequences.

You didn’t want this. Never thought it would be you. But Bucky Barnes was irresistible. All charm and smiles. Wooed you right out of your pants on the third date. 

And then never called. 

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Prince of the Court of Night x female reader (nsfw) - Fae Realm Story

So, I’ve been on a bit of a Fae Realm bender over on my Patreon lately, mostly due to starting (finally!) to read the Silmarillion and becoming ever so slightly obsessed with mythical graceful and powerful entities who each have sway over different elements etc… 

I did a longish post over on Patreon on the social and governmental structure of my Fae Realm, from the Seelie/Unseelie rulers, to the 12 courts who govern beneath them, and the different noble houses in turn allied with/governed by them. After that, I was asked by a lovely patron to do an nsfw story for the Prince of the Court of Night with a short, slightly curvy, craftswoman. I answered a couple of asks about him on here which you can read here and here, though you might want to wait til you’ve read the story to read the first one, as it contains spoilers (ish?). I’ll link them again at the end. 

I’ve also done a short piece and quick drawing for the Prince of the Court of Winter, and a couple of aesthetics for the younger prince of the Court of Spring (on Tumblr), the winged Princess of the Court of Air, and the Prince of the Court of Fire (the latter two of which are about to go up on my Patreon for everyone from the Shadows tier ($1) upwards!). January’s ‘creepy’ kelpie story over on patreon is also set in this world, but features one of the more ordinary fae instead of nobility. 

Anyway, after all that waffling, here it is, all 9200+ words of it! I really hope you enjoy it even half as much as I did writing it :). 

Dull, grey light filtered in through the leaded windows behind you as you chiselled and punched the design into the damp leather which sat on a slab of granite on the workbench in front of you. It would make a beautiful cover for one of the older and more battered books in the royal collection that you had to rebind, and with the design that you’d painstakingly invented - one of interwoven leaves and vines, studded with flowers and tiny bees - it would indeed be a book fit for the hands of a king. At least, you hoped it would.

It seemed a long way off that as it sat on your table, but you weren’t one to get disheartened easily when it came to your work. Your hands were rough and callused from the years you’d spent in your apprenticeship, but now you had a workshop of your own, working with the archivists here in what had to be the greatest human palace ever built.

Taking a break, you rolled your shoulders out and stood, pushing the heavy wooden chair with its squashy, threadbare cushion back and easing out the building tension in your neck and spine. Your mostly sedentary life had meant you were carrying a little more on the hips than most women your age at court, but then again most of the women at court your age were noblewomen, thinking about ensnaring good husbands and making good matches. You, the daughter of a country farrier, who had grown up tooling leather saddles and bridles, were hardly the centre of anyone’s attention. There was a rather attractive scribe who worked on the floor below, but you didn’t run into him all that often. Besides, he had what might have been called a rather ‘fae’ look about him, and everyone knew that even the slightest drop of fae blood in someone meant trouble, if not outright danger.

You shuddered at the thought of the Fae, knuckling the small of your back with a grunt and heading for the door that would take you down a winding, spiral staircase, through the archives, and out into a small courtyard where you could get a breath of fresh air, even if it was admittedly a rather grey, misty day.

As you paced through the familiar warren of labyrinthine stacks, the hairs on the back of your neck suddenly rose, goosebumps prickling along your arms, and you paused, feeling horribly like a trapped rat in a tunnel for absolutely no discernible reason. A glance behind revealed nothing but the empty rows of books.

A shadow moved up ahead, and you glimpsed a figure holding a scroll in one hand and a light that was definitely not a candle flame in the other. The light remained steady, with none of the guttering and flickering of a naked flame, and, aside from that, it was a shimmering green. Magic.

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Some Rules are Never Meant to be Broken Part III

Part I | Part II

Pairing: Paramedic!Bucky X Reader

Warnings: Some language probably, nothing too crazy, the feeling of being watched. IDK. This is kind of a mild chapter.

Word Count: 7143

Summary:  The reader is a Muse living life as a tour guide at a museum. Bucky is struggling with returning home from war and adjusting to civilian life. He used to be a paramedic and now works security, but what he really misses from his pre-war life is his ability to draw. Cue the reader, determined to do her job and get him back to a point where he can do what he loves most. But, spending that much time with anyone always leads to romantic feelings, which is against her laws. Will she be able to resist Bucky long enough to help him and not get her in serious trouble?

A/N: I haven’t forgotten about this story at all. I’m just terrible and my brain simply can’t stop coming up with new ideas. Also, work has been sucking my soul dry. But I’ve finally reached a point, I feel like, where it’s a full chapter. It might not be the most exciting chapter, but I enjoy it, and I hope everyone else does, too. Mood board below was made by the ever amazing @captainsteveevans​ I can’t stop staring at this thing, it’s so gorgeous!! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. If you do, comment or send me a message. They’re some of my favorite things and I can’t stop smiling when I see them.

(Look at it^^^ I’m in love!)

Between school field trips and tourists in town for the holiday weekend, the museum had never been busier. You had given six tours and it was barely two. 

You miss Bucky. It had been three days since you’ve seen him and you’ve hated every second, especially since he left you so flustered at not being kissed.

What a tease.

“Y/N, there is a man in the Greek wing that would like to speak to the expert. I told him you would be happy to talk to him. He’s very charming.”

Bucky!

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Half in Half (2/?)

Prompt: One half light, the other dark. Divided by your differences, your brother went from your other half to the man who killed your father. You once refused to lose hope, refused to let Ben go. With walls built around yourself, can Poe break them down?

Based off of: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy. Pairing: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader Other parts: Force Awakens: one - two - three - four - five Last Jedi: one - two

Notes: Happy New Year Everyone!! Here’s part two to Half in Half to kick off your new year!

Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. As usual, I hope you all enjoyed!

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Turns out it wasn’t a Rathtar – it was the Guavian Death Gang.

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