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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 7881

Warnings: !FATWS Spoilers!, Injury, Character Death, Cursing, Not a lot of Angst in This Part, Lots of Fluff, though, Happy Ending if You Need That as a Warning

A/N: Well…here we are…oh my God. Did I cry while writing this? Maybe. I just…*sigh*. This is a lot for me. I’ve never finished a piece, even in my free time. I’ve always kept it open so I can just come back to it and dabble with it for a little bit. I’m so…I’m kinda speechless? I know I already posted about it earlier, but this means so much to me. It’s such an intimate part of me that I’m sharing and I feel like posting this is just…I dunno. It’s so final. Even though there will be One Shots and stuff…I’m still trying to process it.

It’s been a fucking journey. I’m so glad you guys enjoyed it and came along for the ride! I did not expect for 13 parts to come from one little thing I did when the show started! I wasn’t expecting to write for the show, much less do a whole ass rewrite, but here we are! +52k words and 156 pages on a Google Docs later.

I’m so excited for future series and ideas I have and I’m trying to look on the positive that this story will always be out there for you all to read! I’ll tell you the truth…I haven’t gone back and reread it. I’ve gone back for information needed on new chapters, but I haven’t actually reread the series yet. I’m scared I’ll see things I don’t like. So! I’ll leave that up to you guys! Thank you thank you!

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i am yours as you are mine - sukuna x f!reader angst (also fluff)

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Warnings: Angst, (brief) descriptions of sex, blood (lots of it), character death

Quick note: I'm not that well versed in Sukunas backstory, as well as the proper terms for different things happening during those time period, so if anybody would like to correct me on any miswriting please do

A/N: Also I'm so sorry this turned out so long. But for their relationship to build, it needs to happen over time. Part two will be coming out shortly so don't worry

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Do with it as you might, but the powers that can be held in a single hold can be carried through lifetimes apart. It is unknown just how much it meant in the singular moment in time, but as time seems to pass, it was an ornament that was meant to withstand it all.

Sukuna likes to remind himself that perhaps this ideology is the only reason he misses your warmth.

He traces the lines you imprinted on him those centuries ago, grazing gently over his skin just in case he'll erase that lasting warmth forever.

He was naïve in his youth. Prideful and seeking revenge on those not deserving his wrath.

And while he did all he wanted, he knew that deep down no matter who he killed and what women and men he ravaged, it would never seem to fill that lonely ache he felt whenever he saw a couple frolicking in their free time.

-

His deep groans filled the empty space, her whines following in suit. As they reached the end of their act the sounds seemed to die down, and the woman slumped in his arms, turning over with an arm slung around her eyes, and bliss was written across her face.

His bed had cracked again, and he tutted in annoyance at yet another one to replace.

As he stood up and pulled his robes over his body he looked back to the person sprawled across his sheets, soft snores escaping her lips.

Opening the door he saw as the corridor was empty, the servants probably worked somewhere else regarding him and his temporary partner.

While it's true that curses don't feel the need to eat, Sukuna sometimes found himself hungry after certain things, and right now he could have tricked himself to hear his stomach grumble.

Making his way to the kitchens he rounded the corner, the sound of laughs evident the more he walked towards the door that led to the dining area.

Popping his head he saw two girls laughing at the edge of the table, one of them wiping their eyes as tears trickled around the corner, and the other held their stomach, and her head was thrown back in laughter.

It was an inconvenience that they weren't up and ready at his every waking moment, and with his other nagging feeling, he wasn't in the best mood.

"Who runs this area?" He asked suddenly and the two girls snapped their heads around, quickly standing to their feet, bowing in respect before one looked up.

"I do, sir." His eyes snapped to her, raising an eyebrow.

"Then may I ask what you deemed necessary enough to drop your duties and loiter around doing absolutely nothing?" He inched closer, squinting as he looked back and forth between the two.

"There was no reason for us to have done so, sir, it was an incompetent thing for us to do and will never happen again." She kept her head down.

"What's your name?" The girl beside her was still bowing, but he could pick up on her distress in the way her hands shook, and quiet whimpers that were heard was also a dead giveaway.

He concluded that she couldn't have been any younger than fifteen.

"My name is F/n L/n, sir." He bent down to his knees, roughly grabbing her face in his hands, his nails digging into her cheeks. Bringing her face up, he saw her more clearly.

Her eyes, despite the obvious fear, were clear of any emotions. And even though he had seen many a color when it came to eyes, he'd be damned if he said these weren't the prettiest he'd seen yet.

"And tell me, Y/n, why I shouldn't kill you right here?" His voice wasn't above a whisper.

Under his grip, her lips pucked a bit, and she seemed to be in deep thought before responding again.

"Because I'm the only one here who could make a pigeon pie."

Her response took him by surprise, and he'd be lying if it didn't put a small smile on his face.

Releasing her after a couple seconds passed, he wiped his hands off on the fabric of his thighs, looking around.

"Then make me a pigeon pie. Then I'll decide whether or not to stick to your word."

-

That night she indeed did make him a pigeon pie, and even though he was a bit miffed from the earlier actions, he liked it more than he'd like to admit and would have therefore been a waste if he killed her right there.

He forgot about her almost immediately after and didn't hear from her almost two weeks later.

"Miss, may you get up?" He heard a soft whisper come from the other side of the bed, and he cracked an eye open to see who the intruder was.

"What?" The person next to him snapped and he had to hold in a chuckle.

"I truly apologize, but the last person woke him up and he killed him, so I don't want you to be in harm's way, so if you could just get up I'll run you a bath and everything will be okay." The familiar voice whispered back.

The person next to him didn't say anything else, but he felt the mattress dip and then go back to normal.

He slowly turned to his side, watching as the maid slipped the woman a robe, offering her a leaning hand as her legs were too sore from the night's previous actions.

She quietly led her out of the room, but it's not like Sukuna wasn't already awake.

She shut the door just as quietly and the padding of feet disappeared after a couple seconds.

He was annoyed because he woke up with the intent for another round of fucking, but some part of him was intrigued as to why the kitchen maid was going out of her way to do all this.

It's not like she was wrong, the previous person was killed, but that's only happened once before, and it's not like any of the other servants had done something like this before.

So out of curiosity he tried it again the same night, bringing in another woman, doing the same thing, and waited till morning.

And sure enough, he awoke to the same voice.

"Miss, may you wake up." This time his eyes snapped open, but he didn't make it known.

"What do you want?" The girl groaned, and he felt her shift to lean into his side, but something stopped her.

"Miss, he's not a fan of early morning interruptions, for your safety it would be best if we left quietly." Her hushed voice was loud enough to wake a wolf. He wanted to laugh at her attempt at whispering.

"I have a robe for you here, and a bath running. If you would follow me-" The girl, clearly annoyed, huffed loudly.

"He told me he would wake me early to prove just much I mean to him," Her voice was shrill and he almost wanted to kill her right then and there for destroying his ears.

Y/n shushed her, taking her by the arm and raising her from the bed.

"He's killed people before for simpler things, so please, follow me."

Sukuna heard the girl huff again, but it must have been enough to convince her to shrug the robe on and follow the girl out.

He waited a bit more until he left his room, and he couldn't find the girl anywhere, much to his disappointment.

He figured you'd probably be in the kitchens, so that's where he went.

And sure enough, as he looked in, you were there, telling a story with a big smile on your face, whipping something in a bowl as the other listened intently to you.

"My brother and I just never really paid attention to some things," He heard you say, "And there was this one time when we were kids we found a toad outside and showed it to our sister and she was really excited, " He watched as you set the bowl down, using your hands to animate the story more, "And that entire day we played with it until my mom saw us and screamed; apparently it was dog shit and our sister knew." The other three girls that were eye doing their own thing laughed, one of them scrunching their nose in disgust, but a big smile on her face nonetheless.

"I'd be so angry with her had I been you." One of them almost yelled mid-laugh, and the others nodded, but you just shook your head, shrugging.

"We found it funny. I mean, I still do," You said as you cracked some eggs, separating their yolks expertly as you kept on talking.

And Sukuna found himself easing up, and he never had the heart than to confront you about the thing he came to talk to you about.

-

After that, you seemed to come in every morning, helping the people, and slowly they seemed to trust you more, almost looking forward to the early visit.

That morning you did your same act, coming in as quiet as you could, whispering the same words, but the girl didn't seem to understand your point.

"Sukuna, can you get rid of her please." He was awake and he could understand why today something in him was ticking more than it usually did.

You tried to calm her down but she wouldn't stop, nudging him with her arms, clinging to his side, whispering in his ears.

It happened all too quickly, but he remembered as he turned around, his nails sharper than ever, ready to slash her chest,

But instead, you seemed to be quicker, turning her to the side, but in the process, your arm was struck, his nails seeping through your skin, leaning a trail of blood starting at the top of your shoulder to the bottom of your hand behind their wake.

The girl jumped to her feet in shock, quickly scrambling out of the room, yelling for help, but it was no use at this point, the damage was already done.

His nonchalant expression didn't seem to change as you quickly apologized and tried to make your way out of the room, cradling your wound as best you could.

He heard your labored breathing, the small thump as your knees hit the ground.

He watched you struggle to stand, slumping on the floor in a pool of blood, chest heaving up and down.

Rising up, he leaned on his elbows, a taunting smile on his face.

"Can you not stand up?" His tone was mocking, but your ears were making every sound blurry. You looked around, pleading for yourself to stand up, but the pain was too unbearable.

"You truly didn't think I slept through your early morning adventures, did you?" He leaned back down, hands behind his head, a triumphant smile etching its way on his cheeks. "At least now I'll be able to sleep." He added with a laugh.

Seconds passed and the stench of iron filled his nose, and for once he hated it. Perhaps it may have been because it was the only morning, but he wanted it gone either way.

Looking over to your body, your bloody arm sprawled across your body, he saw your kimono turn a dark shade of red, your eyes fluttering open ever now and then.

The clothes you had brought for the girl were spread across the floor, and they too seemed to be turning the same shade of red.

"Don't tell me that's what finally got to shut you up?" He teased but was met with no remark for a while.

"I can't really hear you well," Your words were barely audible and slurred, "Can you say that again sir?"

Sukuna had heard how immense pain could turn one's hearing on and off, but it's not like he had experience with it.

Glancing over the wound once more he realized the cuts had gone far deeper than he thought they did.

He sighed, going to repeat his words, but stopped himself, climbing out of his bed, striding over to your body, and sitting down next to you, grabbing you by your shoulder and turning you over.

Your face was covered in sweat, streaks of blood covering your cheeks, mouth open as puffs of air escaped.

He examined his nail marks, bone almost visible from how deep it was. His kimono was slowly getting stained red, and as he gingerly picked you up, his chest received the same wash of color.

You weren't conscious at this point, your head lolling to the side as he left the room, arm slung to the side.

And he walked you to the nearest aid he could find, wondering to himself what he just did.

-

He left you there after he found himself almost sick at the amount of blood that dripped down your side, but he masked his departure as boredom.

As he went back into his temple he saw how the servants didn't look at him, despite knowing it was best if they did. The air was filled with a thick sense of grief, and even he could tell.

As he neared the kitchens he saw how to door stood ajar, one of the girls, the same one he saw you laughing with the first night he saw you, cried into a handkerchief, the others rubbing her back in comfort despite the tears that rolled down their chins.

"I told her not to go," She whimpered out, snuffing her nose into the parchment, "But she said no one else would go. She said she'd feel guilty if anything happened to them," She choked out a sob, "I told her not to go." She said again.

He shook his head as he made his way back to his room, finding that his door too, was open.

The blood on the floor was cleaned up, the stained shirts as well, but on his bed he found the neatly folded undershirt you had brought the girl, small drops of blood sprayed across it.

He picked it up, examining it and he threw it to the side, looking around, and in confusion, felt his throat close up.

He didn't know why. He barely knew you, few words had ever been exchanged, yet for once in his life, he felt something he never had before.

Only later would he recognize it as utter regret.

-

A month later and he didn't see you. Whether you had hidden away in fear, or just left the area, he couldn't be sure, but as the days passed on he wished to see your face just once more.

As he came back one night, covered in mud and dirt and blood (not his), he threw his katana somewhere, going to his bath to scrub the grub off.

And that's when he heard it.

A small laugh.

The sound he had been yearning to hear for so long.

His feet carried him to it, see the familiar face, cheeks upturned in a soft smile, some people surrounding you.

"It's not that bad," You waved them off with a genuine laugh, but the worry in their eyes didn't dissipate, "It looks cool too, or so I think it will after it heals. It'll be a cool story to tell when I'm old and wrinkly, I can tell them I had a fight with a bear." You offered another grin but they only shushed you, leading you away.

And when you turned around to comfort one of your friends, you saw Sukuna.

He stood, shoulder slumped slightly, his tattoos not looking daunting but like mere child scribbles, eyes wide, mouth agape.

And you saw him quicken his pace to reach you, but you were swept away before he could mutter a word.

-

You heard a knock at your door, and you brushed the last chunk of your hair, rising to get it.

"Aiko, I told you, I have no idea where your nightgown is," You said as you opened the door, only to see Sukuna, your head only near his chest.

Craning your head up to meet his stare you watched as uncertainty clouded in his gaze.

"Do you need anything, sir?" You opened the door a bit more, raising an eyebrow at the unusualness of this all.

You saw his eyes stare deeply at your banged arm, his eyes never wavering.

"Does it hurt?" That was the first thing he asked you.

"Not anymore." You offered him a smile, but he didn't return it in any form of acknowledgment.

He gave a small nod, not saying anything else.

"Are you okay now?" That was the second thing he asked.

"Yes, sir, I am." You waited for him to say something else.

"Is there any reason you came back?" You looked up at him, giving a small shrug.

"I didn't realize I had a choice." You watched as something changed in his look, but what it was you couldn't pinpoint,

He cleared his throat, a twinge of awkwardness laced in it.

"You should rest for another week. Give it more time to heal." Confusion raised in you, but you didn't voice it.

"Okay, sir, I will do that." He nodded again before leaving without a word, leaving you standing, and you closed the door, sat on your bed, and wondered just what happened.

-

The next day Sukuna did what he normally would. He ravaged a nearby village and took in some people he found interesting, picking the one he deemed best and told them to find his temple as he'd be there shortly.

As he took his time walking to his home, he heard the distant sound of chattering, most likely the servants preparing the person to the best of their abilities to please him best.

Walking in he found it to be correct, as people were running around trying to find lotions and different types of scented oils.

They all stopped and bowed as he walked past them, and nowhere did he see your face, a small part of him easing knowing you listened to his words.

He wiped his bloody katana on his kimono, throwing it to someone to have it taken care of, and found himself walking a different path instead of the one that leads to his room.

He stood in front of the same door as he did last night, hand raised mid knock before he just did it.

He heard some sounds inside before it swung open, your familiar ace greeting him.

Your brows bunched up in confusion, and he couldn't blame you.

"Is there anything the matter? Sir?" You added quickly.

He looked at your bandage age, noting that it was done incorrectly as it was done too tight, your hand a slight shade of purple.

"Who does your bandages?" You looked at your arm and then back to him.

"I try to find someone whenever I can. I tried doing it myself but it's a bit difficult with just one hand." You stated.

"Do you not have the doctor do it? The one who treated you?" You shook your head.

"The town is too far from here. It would take a day for me to go and come back, and I can't abandon my duties here, so," You trailed off and he nodded slightly.

"It's not done correctly," He told you as he shouldered his way in, closing the door behind you, "Your hand is almost turning blue." He noted and you looked at it, chuckling awkwardly.

"Yeah, I know, but I didn't want to say anything to Sacho, she's already too busy doing her own thing." You stood at the doorway, not sure of where to go.

"So you'd rather lose blood circulation than ask someone?" He looked around the room, his head almost reaching the ceiling, and the beg would surely break if he sat on it.

"Well, no, but," You didn't finish as he took your hand in his, but he instantly stopped.

"I could do them, if you'd like." He quickly added, pulling his hand away.

You looked at him the same way you did when you opened the door, eyebrows raised, mouth slightly open.

"It's really not necessary," He waved you off, shrugging as he sat down on the floor, and he looked at you to do the same.

Sitting knee to knee he found himself towering over you, still, and for once he wished his height matched up with the person in front of him.

"I've done it before, not many times, but I know some things." You nodded slowly, grabbing the gauze from your bedside as you laid it in the middle of you two.

"As long as you're okay, sir."

He said nothing as he took your hand again, resting it on his knee as he slowly unwrapped the bandage, making sure he didn't graze any of the tender skin beneath.

While some of the shallow parts seemed to be healing fine on their own, other parts had stitches holding them together, and you watched him intently as he looked at them.

He asked himself this past month why he felt so enamored and curious about you, why he troubled himself so much worrying about you when you two barely knew each other, and the only explanation he could come up with is he simply liked the way you laughed.

And knowing that he may never hear it again was something that put more fear in him than any sorcerer combined.

When he was finished unwrapping it he opened the other one, letting your arm regulate blood again before he wrapped it again.

You were shocked at the gentleness he held when wrapping your arm, the stark difference in what it was like some weeks ago.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked him when he secured the knot at the top.

He didn't say anything as he stood up, gingerly leading you up as well.

He didn't say anything as he opened the door and headed out.

He stopped though, just when he was about to leave.

"Tell me when you need it changed." And he left.

Leaving you just as stunned as when he first came in.

-

After that night you didn't see much of Sukuna, but the following week your bandages needed to be changed, and despite not wanting to, you found yourself walking to the same room that got yourself in this mess.

You wanted to shout at yourself, yell at your stupidity, why you were even here, but you were knocking at the door before you could get to the screaming part.

It swung open, and he stood there with a towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water falling from his hair.

His eyes widened when he saw you there, but he saw the ball of gauze in your hand and stepped to the side, letting you in.

You tried to not look at the place you were in the last time you were here, instead opting to keep your gaze trained ahead of you.

"You can sit on the bed if you want." You heard him say from behind you but he sputtered, remembering what happened, "Or on the futon." You nodded, going to sit at the edge of the couch.

When you turned you saw that he had already tugged on a robe, how he did this without you noticing, but it was beyond you to doubt the king of curses.

He sat a respectable distance away, opening his palm, silently asking for your hand, and you obliged, placing it in his hand.

He went to work, doing the same thing he did last time, unwrapping his old knot with care, slowly taking it off as if to not disturb your wounds.

He worked silently and you didn't want to say anything, so you let him do it, giving him the gauze when he reached his other hand, asking for it without needing to say anything.

"Tell me if it's too tight." He muttered, and you nodded.

He went to wrapping, traveling up, and you winced him he pressed roughly on one of your stitches, and you looked down to see a small trickle of blood from where his touch used to be.

"Shit." You heard him say under his breath, and he quickly stood up, going to some corner of his room, and he came back just as quick, applying some pressure with some towels.

You looked at him and saw his eyes holding a guilty expression you didn't think was ever possible.

"I'm sorry." You heard him whisper.

You gave him a small smile.

"It's okay."

He didn't say anything as he dabbed it again, and when he saw the bleeding was down he gave you some to rest before he went up to bandaging your arm.

When he tied the final knot, he gave a small pat on your knuckle, telling you he was done.

You stood up, giving a small bow as well as a thank you, and you went to leave.

"I'm sorry, Y/n." He said again this time his words holding more weight than they did before. "I'm sorry about your arm and the pain you went through."

You looked at him, the king of curses, Sukuna Ryomen, and you saw someone else entirely in his place.

"It's okay," You patted his hand, not knowing if you had gone too far you paused, but instead of telling you to stop, he tugged your wrist, pulling you into his chest his arms wrapped tightly around you, securing you in place.

"I didn't think I'd hear your laugh again." He said against your hair, "I've never been more scared in my life."

"I'm sorry, Y/n." He repeated again, and through the shake of his voice, you knew he meant his words, "I can't imagine what the pain must've been for you. I realize you were only trying to help." His breathing shuddered, his mind falling back to the moments it happened, how he sat back and his as you laid bleeding on the floor, an image that has been flashing through his mind constantly, haunting his mere existence.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"I'm sorry."

-

After that night, Sukuna never seemed to stray too far from your side. Whether it is during the day, shocking the other kitchen maids when he followed you around, asking you to teach him to make pigeon pie, or during the night when you sat next to him, retelling stories of your childhood.

Nobody could really understand how this bond between the two of you formed, but they realized it must have been stronger than they originally thought because Sukuna was no longer seen with women in men coming from his room in the wee hours of the morning, nor did they see him covered in much blood he returned to his temple at night, instead a small smile covering his face as he held some flowers behind his back, excited to surprise you.

They all watched as Sukuna shifted in his demeanor, becoming a much more mellow and calmer person than what he was normally like.

"There was this one time when my dad redid their entire wedding scene in the backyard to surprise my mom for their anniversary." You said one night, telling Sukuna a story from your childhood.

He watched your face more than listen to the story, despite how hard he tried.

He couldn't find it in himself to not look away, the excited gleam in your eyes, the way your hair was pulled loosely back, some strands tucked behind your ear.

He watched how you used your hands to tell a story, and he found himself more interested in those little actions than the story itself.

"Y/n," He said some minutes after, gingerly pulling your hand's down so you could look at him.

"Yes?" You turned over, tucking your hand in your hand as you shifted to the side.

"Is everything alright?" You asked and he nodded tightly.

He looked at you, eyes trailing across your features until they stopped at your lips.

His fingers tangled themselves with yours, and he used his other hand to lightly grip your chin, bringing you closer to him.

"Would it be okay if I kissed you?" He asked, almost shyly, and you smiled softly.

"Yes, that'd be quite alright."

He grinned before swooping in, his lips capturing yours, the gentleness and care he held as he carefully lifted your body to rest on his lap made you smile more into the kiss.

He pulled away slightly, chest heaving up and down, trying to catch a breath.

He felt your soft touch tracing the tattoos that littered his face, and he leaned into your palm, closing his eyes in momentary bliss.

"Y/n?" He asked again, this time quieter, your nose resting on his, and he noted that you've never looked more ethereal than you have now.

"Yes?" Your tone held a teasing tone to it, and he smiled.

"I'm sorry." He said as he gripped the skin of your chest, his nails sharpening in a second as he plunged them in, gripping your heart as he harshly ripped it out, not looking up, not daring to, instead of feeling your body slump onto his.

Your blood stained his hand, and he wiped it on the bed in disgust.

"But I don't have room for people like you."