#alpha steve rogers x reader x alpha bucky barnes
If I Fall: Part 4
Bucky stepped back inside their home, with the omega trapped between his broad back and Steve’s broad chest. The omega was still shaking, still trembling despite letting her guard down just enough to let them take her back. You were scared; Bucky could sense it. He could hear the sound of your teeth grinding when you crossed the threshold just as quickly as he could listen to the up-kick of your heartbeat.
Bucky could smell the stench of cold sweat sticking to the small of your back, and the hairs at the nape of your neck dampened. It was cold sweat from running in the rain and walking back through the bushes that proved to be a trek; it was cold sweat from the spike of anxiety that was still afflicting you.
“Are you okay?” Steve asked, closing the front door to the cabin before he clicked the lock. “We have to keep the doors locked. I know it isn’t much of a deterrent for wild animals or any wandering strangers, but it helps.”
You had stopped between the living room and the kitchen, one foot on the wood floor and the other on the tile. Your hands were balled in the sleeves of the shirt they’d given you. They knew that you knew they changed you. They could sense it, and while you hadn’t given them a conscious response, there was thankfulness there.
If they’d found you in the river and left you there, if they’d even brought you home and kept you in your cold clothes, you would’ve gotten sick. Or worse.
It was necessary.
“Can you tell me…can you tell me where I am?” You stumbled over your words, still very cautious about the two of them.
Bucky wouldn’t have blamed you. He wouldn’t have been able to trust easily either if he was found halfway in a frozen river with bruises covering his legs and arms.
“You’re in our cabin in the mountains,” Bucky state the obvious first, “we found you halfway in the river, and you were freezing.”
“Did you,” you hesitated, “did you create the bruises? Were you the ones who…”
They both stopped and looked at you. The one with dark hair flinched as if he had remembered hurting an omega a time or too before. He looked hurt and uncomfortable, while the blonde looked sympathetic. The blonde had squeezed the other’s shoulder, his body brushing against his side.
Steve and Bucky were mated. They were two bonded alpha’s who were complete, yet not.
“No,” Steve opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, setting it down on the island for you to take, “when we found you, the bruises were already there.”
“Oh,” you frowned and rubbed your heels together, “do you know my name?”
“You don’t know your name, doll?” Bucky was gentle when he approached you, and he was gentle when he placed his hand on your shoulder. “You’re unmarked? Unmated?”
“I don’t….” You frowned and shied away from his touch, from his hand on you. “I don’t have any personal memories. I don’t know who I am, how old I am, what my name is….”
“I think you’re close to 23, sweetheart.” You whipped your head around when he called you sweetheart, your lips pressed tight together, and your eyebrows furrowed. He looked like he had second-hand embarrassment, wishing to retract himself from the statement he’s just made.
There was an air of awkwardness that followed. You didn’t know what to do or where to move. You felt like you were stuck there, incapable of doing anything. Your mouth went dry, and you cast your eyes to the floor or the furniture, the lights. You looked everywhere but at the two alphas in the room.
Their scents were strong, bringing you a sense of comfort that diffused some of the awkwardness. Bucky’s scent was more artificial, you noticed, perhaps due to the metal arm attached to his left shoulder.
While Steve’s scent was woodsy and natural, the kind of scent that could’ve been ripped right from the pages of some fairytale about mountain men was born of smoke and ash.
And yet there something even deeper, something…altered?
“Are you hungry?” Steve finally broke the silence, turning his back to the two of you as he opened the freezer portion of the fridge.
You watched him; you studied his massive broad shoulders and the thick and sharp angles of his muscles. He was a strong alpha, perhaps only matched by Bucky. He looked as if he could rip you right in two with a flick of his wrist.
He was massive. He was intimidating, and he said he didn’t give you all those bruises.
“Yes,” your stomach grumbled and evidence, “I feel like I haven’t eaten in weeks.”
Steve hummed and set something frozen on the counter, his hands then going to the tap to turn on the hot water. He was focused on his task, and you were focused on him, studying him with narrowed eyes.
“You’re not…entirely human, are you?” You pondered, stepping closer to the counter. “I mean you are, but…there’s something about both your scents…something altered.”
“Super soldier serum,” Bucky came to stand beside you, his arm brushing against your own as he reached for the unopened bottle of water Steve had offered you, “we were both given that.”
“Super…” you bit your bottom lip and traced one of the lighter streaks in the marble top.
“Super soldier serum,” Bucky’s hand slipped down your back to your lower back, “it’s what made us…big.”
“Big,” you turned your head and lowered your gaze to his hidden dick, warmth sprouting in your belly, “like…big?”
You spread your fingers as a way to quantify the size of their packages, much to the delight of Steve and Bucky.
“You could say that,” he smirked and lowered your hand before raising your chin, “but I was talking more about physical size.”
“So was I.” You unscrewed the cap off the bottle and lifted it to your lips, finally drinking some of the water in the clear plastic.
“Bucky lost his arm during the war,” Steve explained, drying his hands on a thick towel before he set it back down on the marble. “I fell into the ice in the ‘40s’.”
“How old are you?” Your nose scrunched, and your lips curled.
There was no possible way they could’ve been 106. They didn’t look a day over 35, and neither of them had even really any sign of ageing other than a few frown lines. 106 was impossible.
“106,” Bucky was still close, leaning against the island, “although I’m a year older than the punk.”
“You’re not 106. That’s impossible.”
“Super soldier serum combined with falling into the ice and becoming….” Steve paused and locked eyes with Bucky before he shook his head. “We’re 106.”
“Well damn…” You trailed off, your gaze becoming unfocussed as you drew further back into your head.
You didn’t remember anything about you. You couldn’t remember anything about why you were here or how it was possible to be here. You had no idea what happened to you or who caused the bruises.
They saved you. These two massive alphas had saved you from freezing or drowning, or possibly both. But you were still full of questions, and you knew they were too.
You supposed that your only chance at survival was to trust them. It was either that or lost yourself into the surrounding forest with little hope to remain alive.
You couldn’t survive on your own even if you had all your ducks in a row. You were an omega who had no idea where you were; you were an omega who was unmarked and unmated, and going out there alone would be like rubbing yourself in meat and dropping yourself into a lion’s cage.
This was your best option. For now.
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Stuck A/B/O Series Part 1
Stuck (Alpha!Stuckyx Omega!fem!reader) Series
Part 1-a rock and hard places
!!! T.W.: physical abuse by parent, emotional abuse by both parents, A/B/O dynamics, language, hurt and comfort. insecure reader, reader needs a hug from her Alphas, Polyamory.
Part 1: A Rock and Hard places
A/N: Y/N’s parents names are Annie and Joseph
This was a horribly bad idea. But Gods you needed them. They were everything to you. And in truth, you were everything to them and more. You seethed at the thought of not being completely theirs. Being stuck inside this limbo, this constant back and forth. You were the only Omega living in the compound that was unclaimed. You were a tennis ball and the rackets were your parents' house and the Avengers Compound. But ever since your father had that foundation shaking car accident on his commute to work when you were in your senior year of high school, you felt obligated, dutiful as you are the only child they had. Your parents were not the typical dynamic couple. Your mother is an Alpha and your father is a Beta. The accident left him wheelchair bound and your tiny family of three financially crippled. For five months you'd follow the pattern of going to school, coming home, doing whatever you could in the house as chores, homework that needed your immediate attention, Mom calling you out from the house to visit Dad a hour away in the hospital. He didn't look the same at all. He was this swollen monster hooked up to numerous machines, all equipped with their own monotonic melodies.
Your friends from highschool barely knew, you'd put your emotional mask on the moment you would spot them walking to the bus stop in the morning. Soft giggles, smiles, and inside jokes is what you armed yourself with. You couldn't let the storm break through, you could never tell them about your dad. About how he'd had a seizure the night before but came out of it okay. About how he cried and said he was sorry when he woke up. About how you had to be strong for your mother too. Your friends didn't need that, they didn't want that kind of drama put onto them. The only drama they knew about was how the cliques did or didn't get together to form alliances to defeat the Preppy bitches or whomever was dumb enough to fuck with the little guys. You surprised yourself by passing even if it was just barely. You'd graduated and it didn't even feel right. You'd felt cheated by fate. You remember one night during choir in highscool, your last performance, looking into the crowd to see if they'd showed up and weeping when you didn't find their faces. That stinging pain in your chest and eyes watered over when you heard your choirmates wave to their family members attending. You should have gotten a clue then, that, something wasn't alright with your parents and that you deserved better.
But that was a million light years away from what was happening now. You never knew you'd be joining the company of THE AVENGERS. If anything in your life went right, it was that. And you were grateful for the opportunity to be with them. They felt like a breath of fresh air, more so like you were breathing for the first time. You found great friendship in Wanda and were more closed off to Nat, but warmed up to her eventually. You weren't a tomboy and weren't a girly girl either. Rather you found yourself in the middle. You'd gotten there from one of your days out grocery shopping. Wanda was the one who'd recruited you, having a freak accident with a bicycle paperboy and a Mack truck almost happen before your eyes. You did it like normal, a reflex in both muscle and thought. Seeing it just about to collide in front of you, bringing your arms forward and flashing your fingers outward, like magic it had stopped.
Your arms still full with grocery bags, you had to act fast, after all you only had 45 seconds and the clock was ticking. You weren't even sure you had the strength. Ten seconds gone. You grab the Paperboy's arms and tug, working against the stillness of your powers and the gravity weighing him down. Ten more seconds gone. You wished you'd paid more attention in gym class as you tugged budging him just enough. This time giving it all you had, you heaved and, in the knick of time saved him. The Mack truck whooshing by as if nothing would have happened. The paperboy was wildly angry with you, not the praise you'd expected from saving the gentleman. You could pause time momentarily. Wanda came up to you and gave you her number. By nighttime you were invited to a Tony Stark gala.
That’s right, the fucking Tony Stark wanted to see you, just some Omega treading water in New York City. You were surprised your mother even let you go, but in hindsight you figured she couldn’t pass up the chance to have her Omega daughter be seen and scented in a superhero Alpha den like the Avengers Tower. She’d used you to tell all her co-workers that you went to a Stark gala just to advance her Alpha ego. Your relationship with your mother was beyond fractured. poisoned from the word go.
Having a birth mother be an Alpha was pretty rare. you were born too early as a result. Her own Alpha hormones saw you as a threat, tried to attack you from within the womb. the both of you were essentially killing each other. She almost lost her life when you were born. and you were left with severely scarred lungs. You were born at 26 weeks. An impossibly tiny baby girl clinging to life, weighing only 1 pound and 5 ounces. You stayed in the NICU for the first three months of your life. Steve and Bucky, your Alphas said you were born a fighter. But you didn’t see it.
They were your rocks, they made you so happy. if it was up to you, you would have been claimed by them by now, but both your perfect Alphas, were traditionalists. You couldn't blame them for that nature, not only were they Alphas, but they were both from the 40s. After all that’s why you were here back at home, to take care of your father and to ask for their permission to be claimed by Steve Rogers and James Barnes. Steve was one of the most esteemed Alphas in history but your other Alpha, the scarred one, Bucky that’s what you thought your parents would have trouble with. This is going to be a disaster, they’d never say yes to you being claimed by Bucky. Sure he was an Alpha and by today’s standards polyamorous relationships have been more widely accepted.
You were so afraid of what your parents might think about his reputation as the Winter Soldier, you wept by yourself in your room for it. You loved him so much there was no way you could think of a future without him. Not without both your Alphas by your side, together for the rest of your years. You wanted that so bad, and you wanted to have their pups. They’d be such great Alpha Dads. But that felt like a fucking pipedream. It took everything you had to be here and say those words to them tonight. To ask permission like a good, docile, Omega that you were raised to be.
Dinner was finished and you decided it was now or never, your palms clammy and your throat dry. You took a sip of water, chills traveling at lightning speed up and down your spine. Your Mom noticed this and didn’t let it slink past her. She was an Alpha after all.
“You reek of nervousness, Y/N. What’s on your mind?” she asked. You cleared your throat as your father perked up, staring at you with a curious intrigue. You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, you found yourself choking on your words. they were stuck inside your throat. You averted eye contact. A growl came from across the dinner table, a primal sign forcing you to spit out your words.
“I-I wanted to ask your permission. to be, um. To be c-c-claimed by Steve Rogers, a-a-an-and B-B-Bucky Barnes.” you struggled to force the words out. Your mother’s eyebrows raised at Steve’s name but clenched together at the mention of Bucky’s. You fucking knew it. You knew this was a bad idea. you almost broke then and there.
but you had no time to sort out your emotions. And they spoke to each other as if you weren’t in the room. Only acknowledging your presence periodically to answer their questions.
Annie: "I've never seen her work hard for anything."
Joseph: "You're running into a trainwreck"
Annie: "What? What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/N? That's not natural, she has to pick one. Joseph she is like this because you always let her get away with shit!!"
Joseph: "Like hell Annie, maybe if you would have let her hang out with her friends more often she wouldn't act out by falling for bad boys."
Annie: "He's a criminal Joseph! She fell in love with a stone cold murderer!"
Annie: "God how are they gonna get any money? Or- or health insurance?! You know what kind of meager wages they make." Annie claps her hand to her face gasping in silent realization," oh my god, are you pregnant? Is that why you're doing this? A super soldier's pup?! Jesus I thought we taught you better than that!"
You: "What? No, I'm not pregnant. But why would it matter if I was? Steve and Bucky, they--"
Annie: " they what? Love you? I knew you were stupid but not that stupid."
Joseph: "Look sweetheart, we care about you. You've still got time to make a decision. At least you're not pregnant. We all know how your aunt Rhonda turned out. You wouldn't survive in the streets, hungry, alone, and ready to pop like a balloon. We don't want that for you."
You: "They'd never abandon me like that. We've never had an argument and they'd never hit me. Not in a million years."
Joseph: "Never had an argument? Y/N, You're stuck in a fairytale, sweetheart. That can't be real. It won't last"
Annie: "You need to go back to school! Quit keeping your head in the clouds with them. How long have you even known them?"
You: "three years is long enough, Mom." your voice was so quiet, any amount of hope you had mustered up before was being shattered.
Annie: " yet you've never lived with them? What's the longest amount of time you've spent with them?"
You: " there was a couple times I was able to spend the weekend with them alone. Mom, they're always busy. They save the-- no. We save the world from countless bad people. You have no idea what kind of stress we have to deal with."
Annie- scoffs "Stress? You want to talk about stress? The neighborhood wouldn't give us the time of day because of you! I worked so hard to get you to learn but nothing ever stuck! I can't believe I gave birth to such a retarded abomination! You've always been a freak! Y/N! I had a job at 14. 14! You're 26 and you're frolicking around with, Superheroes?! Get a fucking life! I had to take care of you because you were always sick! Working dead beat jobs just to put food in your mouth and clothes on your back and medicine in your system because your too feeble. You can't handle that. The real world is gonna chew you up and spit you out buttercup! Look at me when I'm talking to you!!"
Annie slaps you across the cheek and your glasses go flying across the room. She grabs your hair tightly and close to the root slapping your face continuously. You are crying uncontrollably you don't notice your lip is busted and bleeding. You have to pause the situation. You do, and you run out of that place, didn’t think about going back to grab your shoes. Your phone was in your pocket and you tugged it out into your palm shaking.
You couldn’t bring yourself to dial Steve or Bucky’s numbers, you couldn’t believe what had just happened, but part of you knew it would end like this. Your mom has been abusing you off and on since you presented as an Omega at 13. you had no idea why she treated you so bad. Aren’t Alphas supposed to protect Omegas? It was snowing outside and all you had on your feet was a pair of socks.
You followed the sidewalks of blocks until you found the Avengers Compound just outside the main part of the city resting near the river. You felt like a broken phantom of yourself. A shell lost in space. Nat opened the door and you couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact.
She immediately noticed your busted lip and bruises starting to form on your jawline. Her scent was mildly comforting since Nat was an Alpha too but you needed your Alphas. Nat brought you into the compound.
“Y/N? What happened? Where are your glasses? Your shoes? Who did this to you?” She crouched down, peering up at you as tears started to form on your features. Your teeth chattered wildly, frigid from exposure to the elements.
You started to hyperventilate and thought you might pass out. You needed Steve and Bucky right now. Experiencing this kind of trauma without the support of your Alphas, could be deadly. Nat knew this and yelled out for them. You’re sure your distressed scent had wafted through the entire complex by now. Most of the avengers were in the living room, keeping their distance. no one wanted a fight to break out with you in such rough shape and your Alphas seeing you like this.
You heard their heavy footsteps but couldn’t bring yourself to look at them. Steve’s scent hit your nose first, Musk and the kind of smell you associated with an Irish Pub. His hand went straight to your own. Nat left to get some blankets.
“Omega-Darling? Baby Girl, Who did this?” Steve tried to get you to speak but you were still lost. Bucky made it to you last, staring at you from the threshold of the hallway, his features shocked and confused.
Bucky walked up to you, his hand cradling your cheek very gently. He’d had more than enough experience of being out-of-it, so he could pull you out better than Steve. Bucky gingerly dragged your nose to his scent gland, on his neck, purring to calm you. He smelled like cedar and forest rains.
“Doll?” he uttered and that was enough to break you. Your knees gave out and Bucky caught you, cradling you tight to his chest. You sobbed and wailed like a defeated animal. Steve stood in shock, anger brewing and bubbling beneath the surface. Nat returned with the blankets, fresh and unscented by anyone. She got too close however and Steve snapped at her. growling possessively and even his claws came to the surface.
“Back off, Nat. She’s our Omega. We take care of her.” he warned ending his sentence with a firm growl.
“Shhh. Shhh. Hey. It’s alright, ‘Mega. We’re here. Both your Alphas are here.” Bucky cooed as he took you down the hallway. Steve followed close behind. You needed the safety of your nest and your Alphas. Bucky sat on the bed cradling you in his chest, continuing to purr until you stopped crying. Steve scented blankets and draped them over your shivering form, grabbing your hand and stroking it gently with his thumb. Steve too was on the bed, as close as he could get to you and Bucky.
it was an hour before you could regain some sense about you. Steve perked up, noticing something change in your features.
“Alphas?” you questioned. Steve let out a gasp of relief, smiling bittersweetly. Happy to see his Omega back.
“They said no, Alphas. They said no. M-Mom was so angry. She hit me. I just wanna be a good Omega. I just wanna be a good Omega.” you were starting to lose yourself again.
Steve leaned in and began fervently kissing and licking your scent gland, where he was supposed to put his claim. “Their opinion doesn’t matter. they hurt you. We’ll make it all better my sweet Darling Omega.” preened your Cap.
“You’re an amazing Omega, Y/N.” Bucky said softly.
“You don’t mean that.” you choked out feeling so insecure in that moment.
“Yes you are Baby Girl. You’re the best Omega we could hope for. We love you so much.” Cap continued his encouragement.
“I love you too. Both of you. I can’t live without you...Alphas? Do you mind if we stay like this for a while?” you asked.
“Of course,” your Alphas replied in unison. You knew you’d have to tell them every detail. but you were drained and didn’t have the mental stamina left. You just drowned in their beautiful scents and fell fast asleep in your nest, with them watching over you. They’d protect you, they’d keep you safe, and that was all that mattered.
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Respect 1/3 (Ari Levinson)
Summary: You are a Beta that belongs to an all women pack. You and your pack were originally from Virgina but drove to visit family in Boston. You spent hours on the rode and stopped by a bar and grill to stretch their legs. Ari smelled you as soon as you stepped foot outside of the car, he wanted you but he used something that you rarely experienced before.
Characters: Steve Rogers x reader (platonic), Bucky Barnes x reader (platonic), Ari x reader (romantic)
Notes: Heidi is my own character, A/B/O dynamics, mentions of Alpha! Steve Rogers, Beta!Bucky Barnes, Beta! Natasha Romanoff, Beta!Thor Odinson and Alpha! Tony Stark, GIF is not mine
*Y/M/N= your mates name
*Y/A/F/N= your alphas first name
*Y/A/L/N= your alphas last name
Knocking on Steve's door, Bucky opens the door with a wide smile. "Come 'er, ya squirt." He says, wrapping an arm around your neck and pulling you into the house.
"Get off of me, Bucky." You say with a giggle. He drags you into the living room where Natasha, Bruce, Thor and Tony all resided.
Your playful behavior soon shifted when you notice an unfamiliar scent. "Who else is here?" You ask, your voice loaded with alarm. "Relax, Y/N. This is Roma, our new omega," Steve says with an arm around her waist.
"Clearly she's more than just a new omega, she's your omega." You taunt, making Steve growl in warning. "Relax, Steve. I'm just yanking your chain. I'm Y/N honey, nice to meet you." You say with a respectful nod.
"You're friends with a lot of Alphas," she squeaks, making everyone in the room laugh. "Yeah, well what can we say. He has charm." Natasha purrs and you shrug in agreement.
Feeling a sharp pain in your chest, you cry out and collapses to the floor. You claw at your chest as you rest on your knees. "Y/N, what is it?" Bucky asks frantically as he kneels down next to you.
When he places a hand on your shoulder, your head snaps forwards with your eyes glowing an empty blue. Your teeth shifted into your wolf set and you whine in pain. "What's happening to her?" Roma asks but Steve tells her to be quiet.
You're seeing through your mate, Y/M/N's, eyes. He was looking up at an Alpha and a Beta punching and kicking down at him. He put his hands up to cover his face and curl into a ball to block the blows.
Your body spasms when reacting to the blows they were landing on Y/M/N. Tears flood your eyes when you could no longer see through his eyes. "Where are you?" You ask telepathically.
Standing from the floor, everyone was now crowding around you. "Corners Street," he says weakly. "I'm coming baby, just hang on a little while longer." You say, before dashing to the door and ripping the door open.
"Steve we have to go after her. She'll kill somebody." Bucky reasons. "Alright," Bucky grabbed his coat and rushed out the door, Steve going the same. You shift into your wolf form and dash through the streets as fast as your four legs could take you.
Slowly approaching your Y/M/N's lifeless body, you nudge his face with your snout. And his eyes snap open. "Oh thank God," you say in your head. You look from side to side before shifting into your human form.
"It's okay, baby." "Y/N," Bucky calls from Steve's truck and your head snaps to him. Pulling Y/M/N up from the ground, he winces as he puts all of his weight on you. You drag him into the truck and tell them, "Take him to the hospital and keep an eye on him."
"No, you're coming with us. You're bonded and he needs you right now." "I'm going to find them and pull out their entrails. And don't you dare stop me."
You threaten and Steve gets out of his truck angrily. Grabbing your shoulders, he pulls you closer to him and lifts your chin so you're looking up at him.
"You're coming with us." He says, pines and needles litering your skin. He was using his alpha command and you hated it.
"Get in the car," he adds before pulling away from you. Piling yourself in the car, Bucky tried to touch your hand but you growl at him and he retreats.
Steve hops into the driver seat and pulls out into the highway. Your hand latched onto Y/M/N's hand and you really wished you had the ability to take some of his pain away.
His body trembles with pain and you telepathically say, "I'm sorry, Y/M/N." "It's not your fault," he says, squeezing your hand tightly.
Steve looks at the two of you through his rearview mirror. Arriving at the hospital, the nurses put him on the gurney and roll him into the ER to operate. You wipe some sweat from your forehead with your blood stained hands.
Bucky tried to touch comfort you but you push his hand away. Steve and Bucky watch as you pace through the waiting room. Both of them wanting to say things but knew you would shoot them down. Once your anxiety reaches its peak, no one can calm you down.
Hours later, a crew of doctors and nurses came in with disappointed looks on their faces. "Oh God," you say, clutching your chest. A broken howl leaves your lips and Bucky catches you when your knees buckled.
"Y/N," you wake up with a growl, scaring everyone in the car. "Sorry," you mumble. "Had another bad dream?" your pack mate, Heidi, says. You nod in response. It's been a year since Y/M/N died and even longer since you broke contact with Steve and Bucky.
They were good friends and had positive intentions. But whenever you think of them, you think of Y/M/N.
And your heart hurt too much to think about him. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you scroll through your messages until you saw Bucky's name.
"Come on, doll. Don't shut us out. Not when you need us the most."
"It's okay to let go, Y/N. I understand." He says a couple weeks later and that was the last message you had from him.
Moving onto Steve's messages.
"If you're going to be mad at anyone, be mad at me. Just don't shut Bucky out, Y/N/N. I was the one that forced you with the alpha command, and I'm sorry for that. Just don't take it out on him."
"Y/N, please. At least let us know you're okay."
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. "I'm doing fine. I found a new pack that makes me feel at home." You started typing, but then you delete your text and shove your phone back into your pocket.
"You guys hungry?" Your Alpha asks from the driver's seat. There were a few scattered yeses but you chose not to say anything.
What you wrote in the text was true. The pack did make you feel at home. You just chose to stay quiet and keep to yourself. Only put your opinion in when asked but when you feel that someone is disrespecting your pack, your family.
Your words tear them to shreds before you need to sink your claws into them. "Y/N, honey, you hungry?' she asks, glancing at you.
"I need a drink, so sure." "Alcoholic drink or regular drink?" She asks. "Both," you say, smiling when you notice her smiling.
Your Alpha recognizes your past and knows that you can step up when she needs her to. And for that she respects her more than the rest of the pack, though she'll never admit it. Pulling into a gravel parking lot, your Alpha parks in the front row and you open the door.
Hopping out, you step out of the way so the remaining nine people can come out. Your bones pop when you lift on your toes and twist your body side to side.
A pack was sniffing in your general direction. Out of the 12 of you, 7 were mated and claimed. The remaining 5 were free reign, or so they thought.
Those five were minors except yourself. You snap at them and all of them looked away from you. Your Alpha was at the front of the line and nods to you, and you stand in your rightful place as the tail. You all walk in and some of the chatter died down a little.
"Nothing to see here, mind your business." Your Alpha states. "A table to twelve please. Could you put two six seaters together?" Heidi asks. "Sure thing, follow me." You all follow the hostess and shot glares at the Alphas that were eyeing your pack.
Sitting down, Heidi passes a menu to each of us. You felt a pair of eyes on you but chose to ignore it. You were not in the mood for another alpha trying to stake their claim on you. "I have to go to the bathroom," "Yeah me too," more agreements grumble in the group.
"I'll go with them," Your Alpha says, standing from the table. You stay with the remaining five women and they converse among themselves about the menu. Hearing a chair scrape across the hard wood floor, you just know that you had to put someone in their place soon.
"Hey there beautiful," a man says, brushing a few hairs behind Heidi's ear. She squeaks and cowers into her chair. "Don't be scared, sweetheart. I'll take good care of you." "She's a minor, you pedo." You snap. "I'll just wait for her to turn of age then," "No you won't. Leave the table."
He places a hand on either side of Heidi and looked down at her. You stand from the table and approach him. He reaches out to touch your chin and you grab his wrist. Digging your claws into his wrist, you twist it until you heard a pop.
He yells out in pain and cradles his broken wrist in his hand. "You see that's what's wrong with you men, you never take no for an answer.. until you're put on your ass." You say loud enough for the whole bar to hear.
"Approach us without common sense and I'll slit your throat." You add, scanning the room for any contenders. This time you find the man who's been staring at you. It's an attractive man with a broad shoulders and chest.
His black button up stretches around his swole biceps and brings out his skin tone pretty well. He had a well groomed beard and a strand of his long, dark brown hair was resting on his forehead and his eyed you amusingly.
A small smile was perched on his lips but before you could say anything, you heard your Alpha crying out in pain. You, Heidi and the three other betas rush towards the bathroom where an entire pack was pinning them down. Your heart races when you see blood trickle down from where they were being held.
You flip over a chair and broke off two of the legs. You plunge each leg into a back and the men collapsed to the ground, struggling to pull it out. Another man run towards you and you drop kick him into the wall. You grab another man's head and slam it against the wall.
Getting a running start, you jump on his shoulders and use your momentum to throw him to the ground. You go into a somersault and kick two men in the face. You felt a hand on your shoulder and turn to see a man swinging at your face.
The next thing you knew, a strong hand grabbed his wrist before it hit you. The man from earlier stepped into view and growls at him. He punches him in the face and he falls to the ground.
Eyeing him suspiciously, he cracks his knuckles and reaches out to grab the throat of a beta trying to run away after trying to violate one of your betas.
The man from earlier hold the beta in front of you and you use your claws to slice open his chest. The beta drops to the floor and you look over your shoulder to see your Alphas pinning the other Alphas by the throat.
"A female pack can't even get food anymore." She retorts. "Ridiculous," she adds, dropping them so they could scramble away. "Are you alright, guys?" Your Alpha asks. You suffered from a few scratches but nothing too serious.
Glancing around the group, the suffered similar injuries. "Hi, I'm Ari. Ari Levinson." He introduced, holding a hand out to your Alpha. "Y/A/F/N Y/A/L/N," she states. "They're did a terrible job representing Boston packs. I'm sorry about that." Ari explains.
"Thank you for helping. It was appreciated." Your Alpha says. "Well it seems like you had it under control," he says, making eye contact with you. "Miss Y/A/L/N, I would like to take your beta out to dinner." He adds.
Who is this guy? You've never had an Alpha ask for your hand before. An Alpha never ask permission for anything, period. Your Alpha ponders for a moment before saying, "She's all yours. What day did you have in mind?"
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If I Fall: Part 3
The roof in the bedroom was made entirely of polished wood that came to a point, in a cathedral ceiling with a light fixture at the highest point. The light fixture looked like a painting pulled from deep within the forest. The light was made of metal and was cut to show images of a mother bear and her Cubs, with the mountains in the background, sunset and the peaks of trees, with the physical light at the bottom of the metal piece instead of the middle.
Underneath the light fixture was a lounger that sat before the bed, the black leather had a textile blanket with a gingham pattern adorning the material, the ends fringed and frayed, a sign of its good use.
Beyond the lounger in front of the bed was a set of windows that arched, the clear glass giving way to the views beyond the place you were in. The mountains surrounding were in sight, the snow-capped peaks a foretelling of the cold weather setting in, while the snow on the ground was melting from the last few days of sun that would be hot enough to melt the frozen precipitation.
Your focus came back on the bedroom to the bed you were sleeping on. Made of oak, the bed was massive and could have easily allowed three grown adults to sleep on the top without being squished or without room to move. The bed was a four-poster, with each thick support beam stained naturally with knots adorning the wood.
There was a closet to the left of the bed; two double doors closed with a glimmer of light from the floor appearing beneath the doors. To the right of the closet, a few feet away, was a fireplace set in stone and grout, the red and orange flames dying into vibrant embers at the base.
“Where am I?” You mumbled, moving the blankets off yourself. You shifted your body and came to sit at the edge of the bed, your legs dangling off the side, your toes brushing against the floor.
“What happened?” You questioned yourself on the bruises that littered your arms and legs, the bruises that marred your skin, a combination of blue/black and yellow. The mix of bruises that were both healed and fresh, the bruises that appeared to come from the trauma inflicted to your persons by some unknown means.
You lowered your head, your gaze coming to rest on the shirt that was not your own. It smelled strongly like an alpha, a scent that brought you comfort and made you shudder all in the exact moment.
“Omega,” you point to yourself and then grabbed the shirt with your forefinger and thumb, “alpha shirt.”
You placed your hand on the side of your neck and brushed your fingertips against your flesh, feeling the lack of a bite that would’ve claimed you like the mysterious alpha who had dressed.
“Alpha’s,” you corrected yourself and placed your feet on the ground, steadying yourself when you swayed, “two alpha’s.”
You were unaware, or so you had thought, of any alpha’s who could be near each other for extended periods, and yet these two alpha’s had not only lived together but their scents were intermingled.
“Chopped firewood and smoke, raw honey and sandalwood, gear oil and leather, black ink and charcoal?” You shuffled toward the door separating the room and yourself from the rest of the house. “Who are these alpha’s?”
You had not known fear yet; it had not struck you with intensity, the scent of the alphas. It seemed aged, a few days old and there had yet to be any fresh scent lingering.
Were you alone? Had they come and moved on? Or maybe this was your secluded area? Perhaps this room was neat for you?
“Don’t panic…” you placed your hand on the knob and twisted slowly, pulling the door open as you creeped out inch by inch. The floor creaked under the weight of your footsteps despite your attempts to keep your movements as light as possible, and while you were aware that alphas were here, at some point, their scent still seemed to be days old.
You left the bedroom and were halfway down the hallway when a picture hanging on the wall caught your eye. You stopped moving and turned your head, your eyes studying the monochrome image of two men side by side, their frames and heights alone being conductive of alpha’s, albeit one was larger and a little taller than the other.
“Alpha’s,” you leaned in, your eyes searching the bottom of the image for a date or a name, any indication that could tell you anything about the men in the photo or the year, “1944.”
You tore your eyes from the photograph and fixated them on the large hallway and the wooden logs that encompass the home's structure, while the floors were a mix of carpet in the bedrooms and wood floors throughout the hallway that you could see anyway. However, when you glanced over the balcony overlooking the kitchen, you saw a clear divide of tiles to break up the wooden floors.
“There are at least two bedrooms up and two bathrooms,” you spoke of the ensuite that was attached to the room you were in and the bedroom you’d passed on your way to the hallway. A staircase led down to the main floor, although you could see another staircase that led to an upper floor on the other side of the house.
“What is this place?” You mumbled, placing your hand upon the railing to take you down to the lower floor, every step you took making it harder to breathe.
The railing was wood and iron, the grates keeping anyone from falling were carved metal in the image that matched the light fixture, focusing on the nature of the surrounding mountainsides.
Panic was settling in. Anxiety was becoming a lead weight on your chest, crushing your lungs and making it nearly impossible to catch your breath.
The alpha’s scents were strong. They were not faded as you had expected but relatively solid and potent.
They were here. Or, at least they had been a few hours ago.
You tried to recenter yourself by focusing on the living room at the bottom of the open stairs and carried on into the kitchen.
The living room was designed with one leather sectional and two matching live seats, and a chaise near the stone-built fireplace, losing its flames and turning to ash.
The cupboards were black with white marble tops that shone from the light fixtures above them. The kitchen was massive in size, with a built-in pantry near the fridge, and not one but two cooktops, one gas and one electric.
Built into the left side of the house was a set of doors that led to an enclosed deck, with French doors that were stained and painted to match the cupboards, and through the glass, you could see a dinette set up to the left and a few porch swings to the right.
Beyond the deck, maybe 100ft, was the forest line, the thick and dense cluster of trees that extended beyond your vision, obscuring any path that could’ve been beyond the density.
You turned away from the French doors and focused your attention on the right side of the kitchen to the door that led to what looked like a study, and beyond the kitchen was a small hall that led to another set of double doors.
You took a step, your foot sliding on the wooden floor before you stopped like a deer caught in headlights.
The front door opened with an audible creak that broke the silence and introduced you to the two scents that you had thought were faint.
They entered the cabin and were distracted by the arms full of wood and the torrential downpour of rain that hit suddenly. Yet, when the door was halfway shut, you’d slid your door back and drew their attention to yourself.
“Hi,” one of the alpha’s with dark brown hair had spoken to you, balancing the wood in his arms, “you’re awake….”
The blonde alpha stood behind the brunette with a look in his eyes that spoke to your flight risk. He knew you were going to run; he could sense it.
“Don’t-“ he spoke one syllable, and you were gone.
You ran past the brunette to the open door, sliding between the wooden frame and the door that led to the outside. You could hear them; you could listen to the wood falling to the floor and the sudden jolt of the door as it was ripped open.
You could hear their heavy footsteps as they followed you, the treading of their feet as they trampled through the woods.
The bruises covering your arms and legs were fresh and faded; you had no memories of who you were or how you got here. You were in the presence of two alpha’s, who, by pure speculation, could’ve caused the bruises.
“Stop!” A voice called behind you, his footsteps getting closer to you, even with the rain and your head start. “Please just stop!”
You looked back over your shoulder, catching the glint of metal and piercing blue eyes. You turned around and took a sharp right, sliding in the dirt and mud, managing to hole yourself under the coverings of low-hanging branches. You pressed yourself against a massive rocky Boulder that shielded you from behind; your hands outstretched to grip the rocks. Your chest was rising and falling with each rapid, frightened breath as the footsteps drew closer.
“It’s okay,” the footsteps stopped in front of you, and a voice called from beyond the low-hanging branches, “we’re not going to hurt you.”
The alpha that smelled of charcoal and sandalwood, firewood and cloves, was in front of the tree. But it was the alpha who had smelled of gear oil, smoke, firewood and leather, who had stretched out his hand under the tree for you to grab.
“We helped you,” his hand was not flesh and bone, but of metal, “we found you half-frozen in the river.”
“Lion with the thorn in his paw,” you were scared, terrified even, but you got a sense that they were not the ones who did this to you. You were comforted by their scents, you were comforted by their mere presence alone, and that was enough for you to stretch out your hand and place it in his.
Flesh meeting metal.
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If I Fall: Part 2
Small fragments of wood went flying as the axe struck down into the wood, splitting the thick dried piece of a tree trunk in half. As the flakes fell and the wood was chopped into two, the axe was temporarily set down while Bucky grabbed one of the two and set it on the chopping block. He turned it once, adjusted it to sit where he wanted, and then he picked up the axe again. He wrapped his hand around the handle of the axe, flexing his fingers around the cushioned grip before he lifted the chopping tool and swung it down again.
There was a dense thud as the blade sunk deep into the wood, splitting the half-block into two smaller pieces.
Bucky repeats the same process for the half-block of wood, and when the thick and large piece was cut, he picked up the discarded bits and stacked them under the shelter with the rest.
As he stepped back and lowered the cover of the shelter, he raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his flannel. He took pause when he caught the brief and faint scent of something and someone new. The scent carried with the chilling breeze, the wind pushing the notes of lavender and citrus, mint and sage, toward Bucky.
He stopped and set the axe down on the ground, the blade partially hidden by grass, as he tried to distinguish and isolate what exactly he was smelling and if that was a genuine product of omega or simply the trailings of one day or weeks old.
He wait; he had to wait for the breeze to come again and bring the scent or leave it stagnant.
He only had to wait a few moments, and then the wind picked up, bringing forth the scent that was now impossible to ignore. The wind carried it through the trees toward their cabin, along with the smell of glacier-fed freshwater that clung to the omega’s scent. The freshwater aroma was more robust than the omega’s, making Bucky believe that the omega was in or near water.
Could it have been an old scent? Could the omega have comes and go in passing? Was it possible that it was all in his head? The desperation causing him to sense what wasn’t there?
“Bucky,” Steve spoke from behind him, an emergency kit in his hand and the keys to one of their off-road vehicles in the other.
“You smelled the omega, too?” Bucky’s voice was wavering, his gaze locked with Steve’s, their eyes searching each other’s for any lies or the ultimate truth.
“-mated or not, we need to help.” Bucky lifted the axe and swung it, the blade penetrating and neatly cracking the chopping block in its entirety.
He stepped around the nearly broken chopping block and reached for the stash of weapons he kept near the woodshed. They knew that an omega this far in the woods was neither an accident nor without warrant.
There was either an alpha trying to disclose an omega from their presence by attempting to kill them or an omega running from an alpha who would give chase. Either way, there was an omega who was alive, whose scent was still radiating, and the smell of blood.
The omega was hurt, and they needed to help.
Bucky needed to help. He required to undo all the shit he had done to all those omega’s in the past.
He couldn’t allow another omega to suffer.
“I’ll meet you by the river,” Bucky secured his weapons and swiped the first air kit midair as Steve threw it.
While Steve would be driving the ATV, he would have to manoeuvre down the trails and through the trees, a cumbersome event that would take the time that could be spent trying to help the omega.
Bucky could be there in no time, weaving in and out of the trees as he made his way to the river and the injured ‘mega. He could beat Steve, and he could assess the injuries and have them taken care of by the time he arrived.
Bucky held tightly to the bag and began the mad dash. He ran like his life depended on it, effortlessly weaving in and out of the trees to miss the massive trunks, ducking when he came near low branches and even hurtling himself over a mass of dead trees purposely blocking a path.
He landed on his feet with the first aid kit still tucked under his arm. He drew himself closer to the scent that had grown in potency, the smell of the omega stirring a profound reaction within Bucky. He had, upon a time ago, had to ignore the basic and primal instincts every alpha had when it came to protecting and omega.
All omega’s should be protected and kept safe, especially considering their rarity, but Hydra was never one to submit to that idea. They craved power. They craved control.
And Bucky had to help enact that control, and he had to give up the instincts that pushed him toward a place where he kept the omega’s safe.
But not anymore.
Now he was free, and now he could exude all the instincts that came with being a powerful alpha.
“Omega.” He broke through the tree line, coming to the rocky shore of the river, a shallow and slow-moving portion of the body of water that contained the scent of the omega.
Bucky stepped into the water and bent down, spying the flecks of dried blood on one of the rocks under the water. The blood was stained, barely on the stone, but it was enough for him to pick up on.
He stood again, studying the left side of the shore, looking for more signs of where the omega could have gone. He took one step to the left before he stopped and whipped his head around to the right side of the shore. He caught the scent again, but that was not what stole his attention.
It was a whimper.
Bucky bolted toward the sound, the first aid kit smacking against his side as he followed the sound and the scent. He ran through the river; the glacier fed water lapping at his boots in an attempt to wet his feet. He kept on his path until he came to a dead stop; his crystalline blue eyes widened when he saw the omega they’d smelled.
“What the hell?” He muttered, his eyes roaming the omega’s body from the bare feet that were scratched and bruised, likely from running to the bruises littering both arms and the gash on her head.
The omega was laying half in the water and half out, her eyes closed yet whimpers still being emitted from her mouth. She lay there so motionless that Bucky almost thought she was dead.
“Bucky!” Steve drove the ATV as close as possible and then flew off the back, rushing to meet him.
“Her entire body is bruised.” Bucky slammed the first air kit down and unzipped the top, reaching for the emergency blanket.
“She’s going to freeze,” Steve picked her up and held her to his chest, “you need to drive back. Give me the blanket.”
Bucky exchanged the blanket for the keys, but not before grabbing a wrapped cloth to stop the bleeding. Once Steve had both, Bucky bolt back toward the ATV and shoved the key in, starting it again. Steve was quick to get in the pull behind the trailer, clutching the omega to his chest.
“She’s weak, Bucky.” Steve urged him to hurry, bracing himself as the ATV took off from her river.
“She’ll survive,” Bucky called back. “She has to. Just make sure she stayed warm!”
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If I Fall: Part 1
A/N: Trigger warning for mentions of abuse and un-aliving, nightmares and traumatic memories
“Gotov podchinit'sya.” (Ready to comply)
“Go.” The order was given, and he was sent on his way.
He stalked toward his target, a Bowie knife in his left hand and a thick, twisted rope in the other hand. His blue eyes were rimmed with black paint to give him the appearance of a phantom, of a monster that rose from the darkness to terrorize those he lurked over. “Take it.”
He stepped over the lifeless body of the alpha that was lying at his feet, his eyes wide and his mouth part as blood dripped from his nose and his mouth. He stepped over the alpha and stalked toward the omega cowering against the alley with her back pressed against the ridged and texturized brick that kept her trapped in a figurative cage.
“Now.” He was ordered, and through the blank stare that was pointed directly at the cowering and mated omega, he sensed her fear and resentment.
He felt the fear that changed her scent, the fear radiating from her in thick, dense waves that edged him toward her. There was still a part of him, engrained so deeply in him that made him want to comfort the omega.
And for a moment, he hesitated. For a moment, he stayed his hand and put his weight back on his heels. He gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw, the basest instinct still coursing through him despite all the training and the manipulations to turn him into a weapon for their needs.
He was in the presence of omega, and that omega needed comfort, and it was in his instincts to provide for the omega.
“Now, Soldat!” When the order was barked, he reached out and grabbed the omega by the front of her jacket with his vibranium arm.
She fought against him; she kicked and screamed with every ounce of strength she could muster after seeing him kill the alpha that had marked her. She pulled back her leg and slammed the ball of her foot into his chest, the impact absorbed by his massive broad chest.
He turned the omega and slammed her front into the back of the SUV, keeping her pinned down with his vibranium hand while he grabbed the twisted rope and wrapped it around her wrists, tugging the cord tight to prevent her from moving. He was ruthless and relentless, keeping her tied down and bound as his keeper watched everything unfolding.
“Get rid of the body,” he has pushed aside, “I’ll take care of the little bitch.”
He turned on his heel and stalked away from the SUV and the crying omega. He stood before the alpha and kicked his leg before he bent down and picked the dead alpha up from the wet concrete and threw him over his shoulder.
“YOU KILLED HIM!” The omega cried once, and then he heard the crack of a hand meeting the omega’s flesh, followed by whimpers both pained and saddened as low grunts began.
Bucky shot awake, sweat dripping down his neck and back. His blue eyes were wide and filled with fear, his breathing unsteady as he relived a moment that pained him, a moment in time that had gone against everything an alpha should’ve been.
“Bucky,” Steve woke when he did and placed his hand on Bucky’s left shoulder, his lips tracing the back of his neck as he soothes his lover, “you’re okay.”
Bucky’s shoulders shook when the unsettling guilt that he felt for his role involving mated and unmated omega was plaguing him with nightmares.
Every horrible act he had committed had to be forgiven. But this…what he had done to the omega in the past…
“I can’t forget,” Bucky’s voice shook, his vision blurred by tears that were threatening to roll down his cheeks, “I can’t forget what I did to them.”
Steve slid behind Bucky; he wrapped his arms around his waist and held him tightly as Bucky let loose the barrier, the salty tears rolling down his cheeks. He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and hit down on his flesh.
“You weren’t given a choice-“
“I still did it!” Bucky’s hands gripped the blankets, his nails digging into the mattress. “I hurt them, and I allowed them to be hurt.”
“You were under Hydra’s control, Bucky-“
He threw himself from the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his breathing growing more unstable. His heart was beating as a war drum, thrashing against its cage. Bucky was a mess of tears, of guilt that riddled him unable to breathe, unable to forgive himself for the pain he had inflicted on the most precious.
He threw open the door and stalked out of the bedroom. He grabbed the handrails and threw himself down the stairs, landing effortlessly on the main floor, the impact of his hand cracking the wood floor snd creating a splintered dip in the wood.
“Bucky!” Steve called after him. “Bucky please-“
He needed air. He needed to feel the cold wind of the fall nights on his skin. He needed to feel something.
He didn’t stop running until he was outside, he didn’t stop until he stood in the middle of their front lawn with his bare chest and feet. He didn’t stop until the wind whipped against him, unleashing a chill that cut through the lingering nightmare.
“Hey,” Steve caught up to him and grabbed his wrist, “talk to me, Buck.”
He kept his eyes forward. “I hurt them, Steve. What Hydra did to those onega’s-“
“That wasn’t you.”
“I was part of it,” Bucky felt another surge of emotional turmoil rising in his chest, “I helped them…I helped them…hoarde these omega’s-“
“You didn’t have a choice, Bucky.” Steve squeezed his shoulders and kissed the nape of his neck, trailing his lips across the right side of his neck to his mark.
“I still….” Bucky shook his head, his bottom lip trembling. “I would be a good alpha…I would be good to an omega.”
“I know that, Bucky. We also know how rare it is to come across an omega who’s unmarked.” Steve mumbled into his neck.
“Hydra didn’t care about the state of an omega’s relationship. They didn’t care if they were marked or not.” Bucky lift his hand and wiped his tears with the back of his hand, his eyes rimmed red and his heart clenching with want.
“God,” he scoffed, “I would be a good alpha. I just want a chance Steve. I just want a chance to undo all the shit I did to them. I want a chance to redeem myself. I want a chance to prove that I could provide for an omega. I want a chance to prove that I can keep one safe-“ Bucky’s voice trailed off again.
“You are the best alpha I know, Bucky.” Steve kissed his mark softly and tenderly. “There will be an omega for us, one day.”
“I want to prove myself. I need to prove myself, Steve.” Bucky lost his strength and his resolve. He crumbled to the cold grass, falling to his knees, with Steve still holding him, comforting his mate.
“I just want-“
“I know,” Steve crooned and stroked his hair, “I know, Buck.”
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If I Fall
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Summary: They had retired from the fight and they’d staked out their peace in a cabin in the woods, surrounded by a thick and dense forest, and the nearest town nearly an hour and a half away.
They found their peace in the woods and with each other. As Alpha’s, they took the company of beta’s but had never settled with one, ever hopeful to one day come across an omega.
But omega’s were rare. Most omega’s had been claimed or went into hiding when their population was on the decline, to avoid being hoarded and passed around like animals.
Omega’s, if found and mated, had two alpha’s to keep them safe and secure against the violent and crazed unmated alpha’s who would stop at nothing to have an omega for themselves. Steve and Bucky almost gave up entirely on finding an omega.
And then, in the crisp fall morning before winter set in, a scent blew across their property. The scent was invigorating and inviting, addictive and had nearly sent them into a rut.
Upon arriving at the source of the scent, they find an omega unconscious laying in the shallow edge of stream with bruises covering her arms and her legs. The omega bears no mark, no lingering scent of an alpha.
And the omega will die if they don’t help her.
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Everything Has Changed: Part 15
“How are you feeling?” Peter craned his neck and watched you, his brown eyes studying you with heightened interest and care, before his eyes briefly moved to your baby bump.
“I’m fine,” you smiled and leaned back against the bench, your eyes closing momentarily, feeling the breeze carrying a mix of scents that distracted you from Steve’s smell hovering close, “the morning sickness is gone.”
“You’re five months?” Peter asked, his brown eyes moving toward the protruding baby bump that would no longer be able to be hidden.
“Yep,” you popped the ‘p’ and opened your eyes again, a yawn coming and going, “although considering who the father’s are, the baby is going to be big.”
You placed your hand on your bump and smoothed your sweater down in soft circles, feeling the quickening of your child.
“Would you like to feel your niece or nephew?” When you asked Peter and happened to glance at him, his brown eyes were caught deep in thought, his hand reaching out toward your baby bump. “It’s okay, Peter.”
“He won’t mind?” Peter asked of Steve, who was on a phone call a few feet away from you, his phone pressed up to his ear and his voice a whisper.
“It’s not just his child, Peter,” you grabbed your brother’s hand and placed it on your bump, moving his hand accordingly, “besides, Steve may be one of my alpha’s, but he’s not like that.”
You were focused, concentrating intensely on moving Peter’s hand along your bump until you found your little rascal and all their movements. As your baby moved against Peter’s hand, you crooned softly to your unborn child.
“I’m sorry to hear about your experiment. I know you were looking forward to it.” Peter removed his hand after a minute and placed it back in his sweater pocket. His hoodie was from his school, with the name scrawled across the front in bold block letters, while his jeans were scuffed with a bit of dirt at the knees, a by-product of being the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.
“There’ll be other experiments. Besides, I can still work on it, and I can’t be in it.” You shrugged and stole a glance over your shoulder, watching Steve holding the conversation. “He wants to stay home, Peter.”
At your words, Peter had also looked over his shoulder and then he turned his attention to you. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his lips were pursed, confused and a little taken back by your words.
“Home?” Peter asked, “Captain America wants to retire?”
“They told me I could do whatever I wanted. I want to be a mother and have my career. Steve said he would stay home. Steve said he would love to stay home with our baby.”
At the mention of his name, you knew Steve’s conversation would have ended, and he would’ve shoved his phone back into his black trousers.
“I don’t want to sacrifice one or the other. They want me to be happy, and…” You sighed. “I’m really happy, Peter. I’m going to be having a baby, and I don’t have to sacrifice all those years of hard work.”
“I’m happy for you,” Peter squeezed his hand and let go when Steve approached. Peter wiped his hands on his jeans and stood, addressing Steve with a small smile and a quick ‘Cap’ before he scooped his backpack from the ground.
“I’ll talk to you later, Y/N.” Peter threw his backpack on and secured the hat on his head before stepping away from the bench. “I don’t want to make you late for your appointment, Cap.”
“See ya later, kid.” Steve addressed him with civility and courtesy; any awkwardness from the moment Peter found out about the mateship and the pregnancy was gone and replaced with mutual understanding.
“So, Mr. Rogers,” you slid your hand up to his chest until your hand cupped the side of his neck, “what was the surprise?”
Steve’s touch was equally tender. One hand was resting on your baby belly, and the other was resting on your hip. He was staring at you with such endearment, and it nearly made you melt into the wooden bench. He was such a kind and strong alpha; both of them were.
“Tony said he has a gift for us, and we’re going to be late.” Steve leaned in and kissed you softly, gently pulling you toward him.
“Where’s Bucky?” Your softly spoken words quickly morphed into laughter as Steve started kissing down your neck, tickling your sensitive skin with his beard. You slapped your hand against his shoulder to get him to stop, though the two of you were on such a mutual sort of high from the affection and endearments that you hadn’t pulled away.
“I’m going to pee!” You finally pushed him away and gasped for air after laughing so long. “Stop! You’re going to make me piss myself!”
“Are you okay?” Steve asked with a laugh, helping you stand. “I’m sorry, baby.”
You brushed it off and shrugged, adjusting your sweater as it stretched to its limits with your baby bump. It was one of the last clothing items you could swear that wasn’t maternity, and you were desperately clinging to it. You weren’t ready for maternity clothes, nor were you prepared for the swinging and rather wild cravings that were close to setting in.
“I’m fine.” You smiled and then lightly double-tapped his shoulder. “We leaving or what? We don’t wanna be late for Tony’s big surprise.”
The elevator doors opened to a massive open floor set up with a series of couches by the window. A giant flat-screen TV attached to the wall above a fireplace with a secure metal screen that could be moved to protect from the heat. To the left was a long bar with a series of alcohol bottles arranged in an aesthetically pleasing design.
“What’s this?” You stepped in further, your eyes roaming the cathedral ceilings and the crystal light fixtures. As your gaze wandered to the left side of the floor, you saw a curved staircase that led to an upper floor and a long hall with a series of doors on either side of the aisle. There was a balcony accessible through a glass door close to the living room furniture, and if you had to take your best guess, you’d assume that the kitchen was off to the right beyond the bar.
“This is yours,” Tony spun on his heels and motioned to the penthouse condo, “a little gift for the first-time mother.”
“A little gift? Mr. Stark, this is a mansion!” You kept walking toward the open floor plan living room and the bar, your wide eyes taking in all that you could.
“You need a place close to the lab and your baby. Having your place at Stark Tower will give you both.” Tony crossed his arms over his chest; his arrogance and usual cockiness were replaced with genuine care and happiness for the two super soldiers and yourself.
“Where’s Bucky?” You questioned.
“There’s another surprise upstairs.” Tony nods his head in the direction, moving toward the exit. “I’ll talk to you later, Steve, about your last mission before you retire.”
“Last mission?” You looked over your shoulder, pausing to walk up the stairs to ask Steve what Tony meant.
“Tying up some loose ends before I pass the shield off.” Steve stepped up with you and leaned in, brushing his lips against your temple. “One last mission before our baby comes.”
You rested your hand on your belly and smiled softly. You wanted this baby and were delighted to be pregnant, especially since Steve and Bucky had offered to stay home with your child while you went to work and kept your career.
They were helping you become a mother and a career woman.
“Our baby,” you cooed to your baby in your belly, “moving more every day.”
Steve hummed and slipped his arm around your waist, flexing his fingers and gripping the side of your sweater lightly as he supported you when you started up the stairs again. When you had reached the top, he dropped his arm from your waist and grabbed your hand instead, interweaving your fingers.
“So there’s a surprise?” You questioned Steve, following him n the second floor until you came to a door.
“Just wait and see….” Steve opened the door and stepped in first, shielding you from seeing the room until he stepped aside and the nursery came into view.
You stepped inside and studied the features of the room, from the painted wall depicting a scene of small baby avengers, all miniature and in tiny costumes, to the stuffed cute mobile of the superheroes you knew well, spinning above a secure and sturdy dark wood crib.
“I know we should’ve waited,” Bucky called from the rocking chair in the corner, a wrapped blanket in his lap and a pillow behind his head, “but we just wanted-“
“I love it!” You squealed and picked up a small stuffed bear wearing a costume that looked exactly like Peter’s Spider-Man suit. “This is so adorable!”
You spied a similar bear with a similar uniform to Steve’s, and besides his was Buckys. Your vision was blurred by I shed tears, your bottom lip shaking as you fought the urge to cry in ethereal happiness, seeing the entire room decorated and prepared for your unborn child.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?” You clutched the bears to your chest and turned.
“I’m more than okay,” you were well aware that you were crying, but it was all in happiness and joy, “this is perfect. We’re having a baby! And I’m holding a little stuffed Captain America!”
“We’re having a baby, darling.” Bucky crossed the distance and swept you into his arms, kissing you softly and tenderly. When he pulled away, he kept his arms around your waist and began to hum softly into your neck, effectively scenting you and making you feel more secure and safe in his arms than you ever thought you could be.
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Green Finch and Linnet Bird | Chapter 5
SFW dark!alpha!stucky x omega!reader
Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while
But in time...
-Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
Chapter 5 warnings/before you read: 4.5k words, nudity, mention of sexual assault (not in detail), references to nsfw/nsfw desires. Ask, @, or dm if there's anything I need to add to this.
You blinked awake to find softly filtered sunlight dancing across your face and a computer humming in your ear. Your head was on Steve's hip, your body clinging to his leg. Despite the laptop perched in his lap, he had one arm wrapped around you, holding you to him. His fingers ran through your hair in a slow, steady rhythm, punctuated by mouse clicks and keystrokes. You stirred, rubbing your eyes.
A soft "Morning, princess" floated down to you from on high. You murmured a wordless response.
Steve closed his laptop and set it to the side, pulling you gently but insistently onto his lap. You molded yourself to his shape without even thinking about it, bringing your knees to your chest and burying your face in his shirt. You inhaled his scent deeply, sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine. You hummed contentedly; your hindbrain purred in delight.
"You like that, huh?" Steve's voice was low and almost raspy, a testament to the earliness of the hour. "You like smelling your alpha and remembering who you belong to, don't you, baby?"
You whined and clutched at Steve's shirt, somehow managing to nuzzle deeper into him. You felt, more than heard, a low chuckle rumble through his chest as he buried his nose in your hair, his warm breath gently tickling your scalp. "God, you smell amazing. What a good little omega you are," he growled. "Such a sweet little thing for your alphas. That's all you've ever wanted, isn't it, sugar? You've acted so tough your whole life, but on the inside you're such a needy little thing. You just need a big, strong alpha to take care of you. Isn't that right?"
You nodded into him. He hummed his understanding.
"I know, sweet girl. I know. That's why Bucky and I took you, love. We knew what you needed better than you did. And now we're gonna take care of you. We're gonna give you everything you need, little girl."
Bucky had gone to sleep with you. Where had he gone?
You whimpered and curled in on yourself, feeling strangely alone without Bucky beside you. Steve immediately noticed your distress.
"What's wrong, sweet girl?"
Your lip quivered.
"W- where's Bucky?"
To an omega, an alpha's scent is a drug. Just one whiff can activate an omega's hindbrain. The hindbrain, in turn, triggers the release of serotonin and dopamine into the omega's brain, while at the same time blocking the omega's norepinephrine receptors. The result is a state of calm happiness and markedly decreased anxiety. The more often a specific alpha triggers this neurochemical response, the stronger the "high" triggered by that alpha's scent. The same happens in reverse when an alpha smells an omega. Collectively, this process is known as scent bonding.
Though you didn't know what scent bonding was, Steve did. And he knew that, as with any drug, an addict would go through withdrawal if they didn't get their hit. In this case, an omega who scent bonded with an alpha would experience an intense craving for their alpha's presence if they had gone too long without them.
And he was watching it happen before his very eyes.
He could barely believe it. You were already starting to scent bond with them. The cravings weren't strong yet, not really, but they were undeniably there.
You were more susceptible to this than either he or Bucky had dared to hope.
It was going to be even easier to do this than they'd thought.
Steve let none of these thoughts show externally. He simply gave a long exhale, breathing a sigh of apparent relief at the simplicity of your distress. "He's just in the kitchen, sweetheart. He's making breakfast."
As if on cue, your stomach chose that moment to do its best impression of a Lovecraftian mating call. Steve laughed. "Guess we should go find him then, huh?"
You nodded solemnly. "Mm-hm."
"All right, then." Steve simultaneously stood up and picked you up like you weighed nothing, effortlessly going from sitting on the bed to standing on the floor and somehow keeping his arms wrapped around you the whole time. You kept forgetting that he was stronger than normal men, that he was enhanced. You didn't mind the forgetfulness, though; it turned simple things like getting out of bed into pleasantly surprising reminders of his strength.
Steve meandered out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the kitchen, bouncing you in his arms ever so slightly with every step. In no time at all, you had reached the kitchen. There, you found Bucky humming over a griddle full of pancakes and bacon, with heaps of already-cooked food stacked on a plate to his side. He glanced up when he heard Steve's footsteps coming down the hall and positively beamed when he saw you in Steve's arms, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.
"Well, hello there!" he called cheerily. "You're out earlier than I expected. How are my two favorite people in the world doing on this fine morning?"
"Pretty good. This little one's been clamoring to see you from practically the second she opened her eyes."
Bucky melted. "Has she now?" he cooed. "Well, I can take her if Papa Steve is willing tend to the griddle for a moment."
"Papa Steve can absolutely do that," Steve replied playfully. "Why don't you come over here and switch me, Buck. I don't want her to get burned by any flying grease."
"Was just about to suggest that myself." Bucky gave the food on the griddle one last check to make sure it could survive being left alone for a moment, then wiped his hands on the kitchen towel and made his way around the kitchen peninsula to you and Steve. "Come here, princess."
You were passed from Steve to Bucky in the blink of an eye. Steve replaced Bucky at the griddle as you nuzzled into Bucky's chest, moaning softly as you inhaled that wonderfully unique scent you hadn't even realized you'd been craving. Bucky did likewise, burying his nose in your hair exactly as Steve had mere minutes ago. The two of you stood there for a moment that lasted an eternity, savoring the unique pleasure of simply being each other's presence.
Finally, Bucky spoke. "So you were pretty eager to see me this morning, huh?"
A sudden pressure in your abdomen made you realize just how eager you had been to see Bucky. You whined uncomfortably.
"What's the matter, doll?"
"I need to go to the bathroom," you admitted, blushing.
"Goodness, pumpkin! Good thing you said something." Bucky began to carry you down the hallway to the bathroom, but was stopped by a word from Steve.
"She can go by herself. You know where the bathroom is, right, sugar?" Though the first sentence was addressed to Bucky, the last was addressed to you, leaving Bucky no room to argue.
You nodded. "Just down the hall."
"Okay, then." Bucky gently set you down, making sure you had your balance before he let go of you. "Make sure you wash your hands, princess."
Bucky's eyes followed you as you padded down the hall, watching you until the door clicked softly shut behind you. When he was sure you were gone, he spun around to face Steve, hissing, "What the hell-"
"She's scent bonding, Buck," Steve cut him off. Though both men were speaking in code, they kept their voices low to avoid alerting you to the conversation. Steve busied himself by taking the last of the food off the griddle as he waited for Bucky to respond.
Bucky's eyes widened. If he hadn't been so practiced at controlling his facial expressions, his jaw would have hit the floor. "No fucking way," he whispered. "After less than a day? That's not possible. That's not fucking possible."
Steve shot him a look that said you better fucking believe it, asshole. "I saw it myself, Buck. The second she realized that you weren't in bed with us, she was desperate for you. It couldn't be anything else."
Bucky sank into one of the soft dining room chairs, fingers pressed to his temple.
"I don't know if our scent is more potent because of our enhancements," Steve continued, "or if the suppressants just fucked her up worse than we thought. But it doesn't matter either way. Don't you see, Buck?"
Bucky wrenched his gaze away from the empty space in front of him and looked at Steve. Steve looked back, intense, excited. "This is a game changer."
"You're absolutely sure it was scent withdrawal?"
Steve nodded. "Looked like something straight out of a textbook."
At long last, a wide grin split Bucky's face. "This is perfect, Steve. We won't even have to keep spiking her food. She'll be ours in no time."
Steve grinned back, relieved that Bucky had come around. "Damn right she will be. And she's already halfway there."
The sound of a flushing toilet and running sink pulled both men out of their hushed reverie. Instantly, they wiped all traces of the conversation from their expressions, replacing hungry excitement with blithe cheer as they awaited your return. In a moment, you were back in the kitchen.
"Feel better, baby?" Bucky asked you. You nodded.
"You're just in time, sweetheart," Steve declared. "Food's ready."
The three of you wended your way to the table, bringing out syrup and butter and juice and dishes and food until the table was set, the food was laid out, and the three of you were ready to dig in. Steve and Bucky served you as they had the night before. Once again, you dug in as they started serving each other.
The three of you ate in silence for a minute or two, then Steve snapped his fingers, making both you and Bucky look up. Steve finished chewing the food in his mouth, swallowed, then said, "I forgot to tell you, princess. You have a doctor's appointment today."
"Oh yeah," Bucky remembered. "It's right before lunch. Sorry for not letting you know sooner."
You paled. "Why are you taking me to the doctor?"
"To get you off those suppressants, peach," Bucky said.
"Why do I need to go to the doctor to do that?" Your voice was high pitched and anxious. "Why can't I just stop taking them?"
"It doesn't work like that, sweetheart," Steve explained patiently. "You can't just stop taking them, especially since you've taken them for so long. You have to stop them slowly, a little bit at a time, and we need the doctor to figure out how to do that safely."
"And the doctor needs to check you out and make sure they didn't hurt you at all," Bucky chimed in.
You huffed, but said nothing.
"Hey, what's the matter, baby?" Steve had lowered his voice, clearly attempting to soothe you. You shook your head, your eyes squeezed tight shut, withdrawing in on yourself until you were atom-sized, unable to be seen with the naked eye.
"I think I know what it is." Bucky said quietly. "When was the last time you saw a doctor, doll?"
You swallowed hard, picking at your food with your fork. "It's been a long time," you whispered. "And the last time- the doctor, he was an alpha, and my mom was out of the room and he- he-"
"Oh, baby," Bucky said softly. "It's okay. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."
You buried your face in your hands, shoulders heaving as your body was wracked with silent sobs. Bucky and Steve's eyes flicked from you to each other. It was clear that you didn't want them to try and comfort you right now. And for once, they left you alone.
"This'll be a good opportunity for us," Bucky said grimly, voice hushed. "We get her through this appointment in one piece, she's gonna trust us a hell of a lot more."
Steve huffed and pursed his lips, but nodded. "As much as I hate to admit it, you're right." He looked at you sadly, remembering how hard you fought against coming with them when they met. The context of what he had just learned about your past made that memory a thousand times more grim. "No wonder she didn't come quietly."
"Hey," Bucky said softly. "It was for the best, Steve. She probably never would've had a chance to get over this trauma if it weren't for us. Shit, man, she'd probably be on suppressants for the rest of her life, miserable because she'd never trust an alpha enough to get close to them and settle down. Her life's gonna be a lot better now, Steve." He leaned forward slightly, meeting Steve's worried gaze with his own firmly confident look. "She has us."
Steve swallowed. "You're right, Buck." He looked at you again, his resolve steeling at the sight of you curled in on yourself, your sobs showing no signs of stopping. "It's for the best."
"She's pretty much done with her food," Bucky observed. "You alright with cleaning up while I calm her down?"
Steve nodded slightly. Slowly, Bucky got up and went over to you, crouching next to your chair.
"Hey, sweetheart." His voice was soft, cautious, testing the waters. "How 'bout we go wash your face with a nice cool washcloth. Would you like that?"
You nodded numbly.
"All right then." Bucky stood up. Steve silently began clearing the table.
"I'm gonna pick you up now, okay?" After you gave another small nod, Bucky gently lifted you into his arms and carried you to the bathroom you had spent so much time in yesterday evening.
He sat you on the counter just as he had the day before. You hugged your knees to your chest the instant he let go of you, unable to go without some semblance of physical comfort for even a brief moment. He dug a washcloth out of one of the cabinets below the sink and briefly ran it under cold water, then wrung it out slightly and came back over to you.
“Look at me, baby,” he instructed you gently.
Hesitantly, you did as he said.
"Shit" was Bucky's immediate thought.
Your face was a mess. Red. Blotchy. Puffy. Tears had left shining trails on both of your cheeks.
He sucked in a sharp breath. Fuck, as much as it hurt him to see you this way, his heart was pounding with excitement. You looked so beautiful like this, so tearstained and helpless. You were theirs, now. From now on, he and Steve would be the ones helping you. They would be the ones catching you when you fell, cleaning and bandaging the scraped knees and bleeding fingers, kissing the bruises to make them feel better. They would be your shoulder to cry on, the people whose arms were synonymous with home. And someday, they would be the people to show you the true meaning of pleasure, to teach you what being an omega was truly about. He could picture it now, see you writhing beneath him, face streaked with tears from the pleasure and the pain, bruised and battered, moaning obscenely and begging for more. His hindbrain thrummed, purring eagerly at the thought.
Though it took more than a little effort, he managed to master the desire bubbling in his chest, quieting it from a demanding shout to a dull roar. Though he would have to wait until your first heat to do everything he wanted with you, he would have plenty more chances to see you this vulnerable again, even before you were fully weaned from your suppressants. After all, you were going to have to go through a lot of painful things if the plan was going to succeed.
Patience, Bucky, he reminded himself. It'll be worth it in the end.
It will all be worth it in the end.
He took the cool washcloth and began to wipe your face, slowly, carefully. You sucked in a sharp breath at the initial feeling of something so cold on your face, but the shock quickly abated as the coolness of the cloth soothed your burning skin. Bucky wiped your face and neck with meticulous care, his ministrations drifting over your eyes, nose, ears, mouth, cheeks, forehead, and neck. By the time he finished, the washcloth had warmed up considerably. He ran it under cold water again, wrung it out harder this time, then laid it on the back of your neck.
He stood between your knees again, like he had yesterday, and settled his hands on either side of your waist. Wordlessly, you scooted closer to him, until your chests were almost touching. You wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your forehead on his breastbone. He moved his metal arm to wrap around the small of your back, cupping the back of your head in his other hand.
Though you were still drowning in the sea of sadness that had been triggered in you, you were far past the point of crying. You just needed him to be with you, needed the simple comfort of knowing that you didn’t have to face this day alone. And he knew it.
He stood with you for a long time, tracing soft circles on your side with his thumb. Only when your breathing eased and your last few sniffles ceased did he shift, pulling back and holding you at arms' length to observe you. When you hung your head, staring at the floor, he hooked his forefinger under your chin. Your breath caught in your throat as he titled your chin up, leaving you with no other choice but to look at him. His eyes roved over your face, searching yours like they were windows to your soul.
“Let's take a shower, kitten." His voice was low, with a primal, characteristically alpha rasp that bordered on a growl and made your hindbrain quiver. The statement was clearly not a request.
"I don't have any clean clothes." You mentally kicked yourself the second the words were out of your mouth. What a stupid thing to be worrying about right now.
"Don't worry about it, love," Bucky murmured. "We ordered you some. They got delivered early this morning." You instinctively braced your hands on his shoulders as he grabbed you solidly by the waist and lifted you off the counter. "Start undressing, sweetheart."
You began to take your clothes off as he did the same, leaving the no longer cold washcloth abandoned in the sink. Though you moved slowly, his clothes were in a neat pile on the counter in the blink of an eye. As you finished undressing, he began to run the shower, turning on both showerheads and adjusting them to the right temperature. He finished fiddling with them just as you joined him in the shower, going to stand under the stream of water he wasn't using.
Bucky busied himself with washing his hair, using a shampoo and conditioner that quickly filled the bathroom with a scent like that of the woods during a summer rain. You simply stood there, arms crossed in a tight self-hug as you stared into space and let the warm water wash over you.
Bucky rinsed the conditioner out of his hair and looked over at you, only to realize that you had barely moved since stepping under the stream of water. His fingers roved over the wall, searching for a hidden button which he soon found and pressed. The two showerheads turned towards the middle of the shower of their own accord. A portion of the wall slid up to reveal a recessed niche from which a long, thin third showerhead emerged, filling the remaining empty space between you and Bucky with falling water.
He took a step closer to you. You stumbled slightly as he turned you and pulled you to him, your back to his chest, so close the two of you were almost touching. He wordlessly began to lather your hair with the same strawberry and marshmallow shampoo he had used when he gave you a bath yesterday. Was it your imagination, or had his fingers been gentler yesterday?
He rinsed the shampoo from your hair and followed it with conditioner that had the same fruity scent, then grabbed one of the washcloths hanging from a bar on the wall and started to wash your back, one hand on your shoulder to keep you in place while the other scrubbed your skin. The soap he used smelled of vanilla and coconut, the scent subtler and less assertive than that of the shampoo. He quickly finished washing your back and held the washcloth over your shoulder.
"Wash," he commanded.
He huffed softly when you didn't make a move to take the washcloth from him, instead crossing your arms tightly over your chest. "Doll, you need to take care of yourself," he said, his voice slightly more gentle now. "It'll help you feel better."
You rocked in place for a moment, staring blankly at the floor, then:
"Don' want you to look at me." You muttered the sentence as though it was something shameful.
"Why not?" Bucky murmured. The hand on your shoulder ran down your arm, brushed against your fingers, then trailed up your thigh to snake around your waist and pull you close. You shuddered. Every last muscle in your body tensed. You were more than “almost” touching him this time; you could feel every inch of his wet skin against yours, every beat of his pounding heart, every steady rise and fall of his chest.
"You don't have to hide from me, kitten." Bucky's words were possessive, more growled than spoken. His lips brushed your ear, then ghosted down to your neck and left a soft kiss just above your throbbing jugular. "You're beautiful. Just the way you are."
For a moment, there was no sound in the bathroom except for the rainlike patter of water hitting skin and tile. You swallowed. As much as your hindbrain wanted to believe him, your mother’s voice called to you, swimming out of the depths of your memories to make a desperate appeal to your better judgement:
Never trust an alpha, she said.
He’s helping us, your hindbrain argued.
Too dangerous. Never trust an alpha.
He’s looking out for us.
Or he says he is. Never trust an alpha.
He’s taking care of us.
And you don’t know why. Never trust an alpha.
Maybe he loves us, your hindbrain said. You certainly never did.
Your mother’s voice went quiet in your head.
That’s right, your hindbrain continued triumphantly. You gave us suppressants for years. You hurt us. Abused us. But he has been nothing but kind. Which one is truer love?
You know nothing of love, your mother snapped. If you want to let him hurt you, be my guest. But don’t you dare come crying back to me.
Fine! your hindbrain retorted. Watch me.
You took a deep breath and released the tension in your shoulders, your jaw, your back. Cautiously, you relaxed against Bucky’s chest, only letting yourself melt into him once he gave a hum of pleased approval that left your hindbrain throbbing. Your arms uncrossed as if of their own volition, lowering slowly to your sides, baring your chest to Bucky’s gaze.
“There’s my good little girl,” he praised softly. “Such a good girl for your alpha. See?” He nuzzled his chin into the crook of your neck. “Nothing to be scared of. Say that for daddy, baby: ‘there’s nothing to be scared of.’”
You took a shuddering breath. “Th- there’s n-nothing to be s-scared of.” Your voice trembled, but you managed to stumble your way to the end of the sentence, afraid of what would happen if you didn't.
“Good little girl,” he crooned. “You’re safe with me.” He rubbed your shoulder. “Say that for me, little girl.”
“I- I’m safe with you.” Somehow, the words came easier this time.
“Good girl.” His voice was like honey. For a fleeting moment, you felt like you were drowning it. “Now: Daddy loves you. And we’re gonna take good care of you. Say it.”
“Daddy loves me.” Your voice was stronger now. Steadier. Though the words felt foreign and strange as in your mouth, they fell easily from your lips once they were formed. “And you’re gonna take good care of me.”
“That’s right!” he cooed. “What a good, obedient little thing you are, kitten.” You glowed at the praise, a pleased shudder running down your spine. Your hindbrain was in control now. There was no turning back.
“You’re gonna be a good girl now and wash yourself, aren’t you?”
“‘Yes, daddy’, baby girl. Use your manners.”
“Yes, Daddy,” you parroted obediently.
“Good.” He left another soft kiss on your neck, then straightened and handed you the washcloth. “Here.”
You took it from and began to wash your body without a second thought, closing your eyes and humming happily to yourself as you savored the sweet smell of vanilla and coconut. You didn’t see Bucky’s eyes roving over you, committing to memory every curve of your body and mark on your skin. You didn’t see him lick his lips as he eyed you, his face transformed into the near-predatory expression that he only let show when you couldn’t see him watching. It was so hard, so extremely hard for him to just take a shower instead of giving into his most primal urges and absolutely destroying you where you stood. But he managed to.
It was hard, but he managed.
You were totally unaware of the way his body and mind reacted to seeing you like this, of the amount of effort he had to exert to control himself.
Patience, Bucky, he reminded himself, for the second time today. She’ll know soon enough.
She'll know how you feel soon enough.
In no time at all, the two of you had finished showering and helped each other dry off. He led you into the bedroom and produced leggings and a soft, baby-pink knit sweater dress for you to wear that, of course, fit you perfectly. For himself, he pulled clothes at random from his closet, ending up with black stretchy jeans and a soft black hoodie. When both of you were dressed, he took you by the hand and down the hall away from the kitchen, taking you to an area of the apartment you hadn’t seen before.
He led you into a decently sized and simply furnished living room. The midmorning sunlight streamed through floor to ceiling windows that took up one wall of the room and offered spectacular views of the city. You smiled when you saw Steve in the room, relaxing on an L-shaped beige sectional whose longest side ran perpendicular to the windows. A TV faced the sectional, the murmur of a news program issuing softly from its speakers.
Steve greeted you and Bucky warmly as the two of you entered. You watched from the sidelines as Bucky and Steve shared a quick kiss before Bucky slid onto the couch next to his mate, both men settling easily into positions that had become habit as a result of a long, happy relationship.
Bucky patted his lap, the action an implicit invitation that you happily obeyed, the lower half of your body in Bucky’s lap, the upper half in Steve’s. You hummed with contentment when you felt the their touch, felt the comforting pressure of their hands on you. Steve played with your hair and rubbed a hand up and down your upper arm as Bucky’s hands found homes on your hip and calf.
You closed your eyes, losing yourself completely in the comfort of being in both alphas’ laps while they absently caressed you, causing Bucky and Steve to share a knowing smile.
You were drawing closer to them all the time, trusting them more with every second you spent in their presence.
You truly were fated to be their omega, their little girl, and every emotional step you took towards them proved that.
Their plan was working. And they couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.
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It’s just Business - three
Werewolf Steve Rodgers x reader
Warnings for the series: fluffness, Bucky and Sam bickering like five year olds, smutty smut, bad language.
After coming back from my ruined peaceful walk, I didn’t have the motivation to do anything other than just sitting and reading. I spent most of the afternoon and evening doing that too. It kind of brought back the serene feeling from this morning but not the same. By the time dinner and then sleep rolled around I felt unproductive.
Making a mental note to talk to Bash tomorrow, I pulled back the covers ready to get into bed when I heard a howl just like the night before. The noise caused my breath to hitch in my throat, my hands to grip the sheets. Like a siren call I walked towards the glass door in a daze. Standing out on the balcony now, I heard the howl again but it was closer this time.
The noise made my chest tighten. A pricking sensation familiar to how you’d prick your finger when learning to sow. It got stronger and stronger, almost like something was getting closer and closer.
“Alex?” I jumped screaming when a hand placed itself on my back.
“Oh Bash, sorry, you scared me. I didn’t hear you come in.” I explained.
“I haven’t scared you in years. Last time I did we were little. You seemed to be the one scaring me now.” He grinned, a smile slipping onto my face too.
“Seems that way doesn’t it?” He eyed the lake and trees with a suspicious eye.
“Do you like it here?” He asked coming to stand next to me on the balcony.
“I love it. It’s so freeing.” I stared out at the view.
“I’m sorry for what Dad had done. And, well I’m sorry for leaving you in that house to begin with.” He cleared his throat, I reached out a patted his back. I knew it was hard for him to admit his wrong doings, even if technically he didn’t do anything wrong here.
“It’s not your fault. Mother and Father would have never let it happen. And besides maybe being away from them for eight months will be good for me.” I let out a dry chuckle at the thought. Eight parent free months. Sounded amazing.
“When I was your age, that would have sounded like heaven to me.” He poked my side with a laugh.
“Bash, I spent four months trying to do this task, and I’ve already failed. How did you and JJ complete it in under a month?” I asked astonished, more about JJ than Bash really.
“When Father set us the task, I thought it was easy. And applied to every college in the world, a lot of people wanted the ‘Mayor’s Son’ on their campus, but two sons that was like a dream to them and their scouts. So when I finally picked the college I wanted, they asked if JJ would be joining me. Which he did.” Bash shook his head remembering the trouble JJ caused that university.
“Nobody wants me for my title or my grades. They just want money. How am I supposed to do this? The task is to get into a college without financial help. So far getting a scholarship from every place in the world has failed. Because they said and I quote ‘your parents have too much money’.” I pushed and hand through my hair angrily.
“I have a friend at Hitchend Uni, I called and asked if he could do something. He said he’d see what he could do and call back soon.” Bash looked over to me seeing my sad eyes. “Little sister.”
“I just wish my life wasn’t like this. I wish it were different. That I didn’t have to worry about this stupid task or the fact that if I fail they’re going to kick me out without any financial support. They won’t even let me get a job to support myself, so what money will I have to fall back on?” I tried to relax staring out at the lake. A howl sounded over to the left of the forest.
“You know that Lara and I will take you in. We could never let you be homeless.” He placed a hand on my shoulder.
“Ooo using my full name. You must be serious.” He chuckled pulling me into a hug. I gladly accepted the warmth.
“Now come on time for bed.” He encouraged me inside and I listened. Slipping under the covers as he shut and locked the door.
“Goodnight little sister.”
“Goodnight big brother.” He smiled and closed the door. I rested a little easier that night, knowing that when everything goes to shit I have someone to turn to. I’m not alone.
Two more days. Today and tomorrow and then the freedom is gone. My head started to hurt more and more, the closer it got to leaving. New worries hitting me at every point throughout the day. I couldn’t stop thinking about all different kinds of problems that could happen. Soon enough, the last day rolled around.
A knock on the door had Bash’s head flicking in the noises direction. We were in the middle of breakfast, I was far too busy chowing down my Frosties to care who was at the door until I heard who Bash was talking to. He’d gone to get the door and now was conversing with whoever was there.
“Of course man, come in. We’re just having breakfast.” I went to leave, for now I was beyond pissed.
“Alex.” Lara shook her head at me, but I didn’t listen. Getting up from my seat only to run right into the person I wanted to avoid.
“Good morning Alexandra.” His voice was like honey, his sweet smile pushing me to stay. Dark blue graced his upper body again. Mustering up the best glare I could and sending it his way. I left, going back to my temporary room upstairs. Only a few seconds later he was stood in the door way.
“I want there to be no misunderstanding Alexandra. I no way want you to dislike me or be uncomfortable. However we will be spending the next eight months together and I have specific instructions from your father in terms of a schedule. It would be best if we got along don’t you agree?”
He had some fucking nerve. I grit my teeth taking a deep breath before turning to him and speaking.
“And I want there to be no misunderstanding when I say I have one more day left of freedom. And I would very much prefer to spend it without you, errand boy.” I wasn’t going to be told what to do by my father’s errand boy. Well, man.
The clench of his jaw, the raise of the eyebrow, the spark in his eyes gave me a sense of pride. I had just managed to rile up a grown man and he couldn’t do anything about it. It was in that moment I decided to spend the next eight months making his life as hellish as mine.
He left the room quickly, I couldn’t help the grin that grew with each passing second. For some reason, I didn’t know what that reason was but, I really liked getting him riled up and I couldn’t wait to see what happens when I push him too far and he snaps. I wonder what it is that he’ll do.
I felt my entire body heat up, I figured it was just the adrenaline rush that came with the situation rush. But the longer I stood and pondered, I felt like I was yearning for something? Heat shot through me again, it felt like when you get too hot and the waves of hotness just keep coming until you take off your jacket.
Shaking the feeling off, I made myself determined to go back to being normal for a day. That was ultimately the goal until Mr rugged showed up at the front door. Wonder if he’s still here? I tilted my head with the thought, trying to listen and see if I could hear any talking downstairs.
“Yeah, you idiot.” Lara laughed.
“Ah my loving wife, how ever did I deserve such a glorious mate that showers me with affection daily.” Bash’s sarcasm dripped with each word he spoke.
“Eww sloppy kisses!” Lara scream playfully.
That’s a new one. Never heard someone refer to their partner as a mate before. Strange but with my family stranger things happen every day. Not wanting to take my chances that he hadn’t left I stayed in my room for the rest of the day.
“Wish I could stay.” I huffed flopping down on my bed. Tomorrow was the day I left and I wasn’t ready.
This is it. No. It can’t be.
It is. Pulling the sheet above my head, I let out a groan at the thought.
“I’m leaving today.” I said to myself, as if trying to ready myself for the journey ahead.
I got dressed and packed as slowly as possible. Didn’t have the appetite to eat anything. Felt like my stomach would lurch if I did. Couldn’t bare the thought of going away from the first place that had made me feel peaceful.
“Love you lots and lots and lots and lots and lots.” Lara repeated hugging me tightly.
“Okay Lara, let my baby sister breath.” Bash chuckled.
“Our sister.” She glared not letting go.
“Love you too” I smiled pulling away and walking to Bash. He enveloped me in a hug.
“You can do this.” He whispered, squeezing me before letting me go.
I got in the car that had pulled up twenty minutes ago. I didn’t mind making him wait. I waved goodbye to the happily married couple, mustering up the best smile I could. The gorgeous fir trees passed by not helping my solemn mood. Soon the mountains came into view, seeing a few houses dotted here and there on a few of them.
The car passed by the big village. Strings of houses here and there. There was a huge house in the middle of it. People walking about, looking my way, kids playing outside and others farming the land. We pulled up to a house that was slightly away from the village and a bit bigger than the other houses. The driver opened my door for me, smiling in thanks.
“Rustic.” I quipped looking at the house.
“Thanks.” My head snapped to Steve who had been walking my way, behind him was a trail going into the forest that I assumed led up to the mountains.
“Welcome to your new home for the next eight months.” He smiled and somehow, it seemed sincere.
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Once Around the Barn
So a few ideas…
1. I feel like this could be a/b/o. Your parents hated the pack they were in, so one night they took off and ended up settling down and raising you and your siblings on a farm in the middle on nowhere. Life was good and you were happy. Until one night an alpha shows up demanding your parents hand over his mate.
Apparently it was decided before you were born that you and Bucky would mated as a way off settling a feud between the two packs, your parents hated the idea and that’s why they ran. Bucky doesn’t care what you or your parents want, he’s not leaving without his mate.
2. Reader is gonna be older in this idea, like around the age of Chris & Seb. You left home right after high school, choosing to go to college as far away from your family’s farm as possible and haven’t been home since. I’m thinking there’s a reason why, maybe a really shitty relationship with at least one of your parents, or maybe there was a traumatic event that happened. I’m not sure yet.
Anyway, after the deaths of your parents, you’re forced to return home to settle their estate. While back on the farm you meet their hot as fuck farm hands, Steve and Bucky. I think there would be some old drama between the three of you, like maybe they played a role in you leaving home.
So they hate that you ran off and now have come back, bossing them around, and maybe selling the farm. You hate them for whatever happened between you in school.
Enemies to lovers. MMF. Lots of hot hate sex in various places around the farm.
3. Historical au, 1800s. Serial killer!Reader (inspired by Belle Gunness). After the mysterious death of your husband, you start to place lonely heart ads in newspapers looking for a new husband that would help you run the farm.
Basically you run through the men of the mcu or chris and seb’s characters, they respond to your ad and move onto your farm, and are never seen or heard from ever again.
Send me a fic title!
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Green Finch and Linnet Bird | Chapter 4
SFW dark!alpha!stucky x omega!reader
You stay, Johanna, the way I’ve dreamed you are
Oh, look! Johanna! A star! A shooting star!
- Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
warnings for chapter 4: yelling, police mention, welfare check mention??? not really sure, hmu if there's anything else I should add here.
"Let's go eat, angel." Bucky pressed a soft, quick kiss to your forehead. "Come on." He offered you his hand. You took it.
He led you out of the bathroom and down the hall to the kitchen you had heard Steve's voice coming from earlier. Savory aromas wafted towards you, the scent of garlic and onion and bacon something browning in the oven, along with the delectable popping and hissing of sounds of something sauteing on the stove. You closed your eyes and inhaled greedily, mouth already watering.
You heard a soft chuckle and glanced up to see Bucky looking down at you, smiling softly at the sight of you lost in the scent of Steve's cooking.
The two of you entered the kitchen to find Steve standing in front of the stove, deftly tending to a sizzling pan. He glanced up at the two of you when you entered the kitchen and beamed.
"Hey there!" he said cheerily. "Perfect timing. Food's pretty much ready." His eyes fell on you, and he looked you slowly up and down, drinking in the sight of you in your Captain America pj's. "Don't you look cute!" he cooed.
His voice was like honey, sweet and syrupy. You blushed, burying your face in Bucky's arm. He laughed and rubbed your back, nudging you in the direction of the table. "Go sit down, sweetheart. Stevie's already got your place set."
The peninsula of countertop where Steve was currently cooking divided the room in two. Half the room was a kitchen with three walls of gleaming countertops, cabinetry, and appliances. The other half of the room was an elegant dining room, containing a rectangular glass table that could seat four on its cushy, soft gray chairs.
Bucky and Steve spoke to each other in hushed voices as you wandered over to the table. There, you found three place settings: two adult places were set at the head and the foot of the table, respectively, and on the side of the table was a place set for a child. It consisted of a divided plate with Captain America, Iron Man, and Black Widow in its three sections, a small plastic cup wrapped with an image of the full Avengers lineup, and a miniature metal spoon and fork with various superhero logos dotting their plastic handles. This was clearly where you were meant to sit, so you did, sinking a little into the soft chair when you sat down.
Bucky laid a peck on Steve's cheek and withdrew his vibranium arm from where it had come to rest across Steve's shoulders. He drifted over to stand behind you, leaning on the back of your chair. "Oh, look at that," he cooed. "What cute things Steve picked out for you!" You couldn't help but hum happily in agreement.
You found joy in the simple things in life, whether it was coloring with crayons, making flower crowns, or blowing the seeds off a dandelion and making a wish. You nursed a penchant for fluffy pink dresses and sparkly shoes. Every night, you slept with a stuffed animal clutched to your chest, unable to drift off without something to cuddle.
There was something freeing about not acting your age, something refreshingly wonderful about forgetting the troubles of the world around you letting yourself go to that childlike sense of joy and wonder. If Bucky and Steve were going to encourage that side of you, you weren't going to complain.
"Food's ready!" Steve announced.
"That's my cue," Bucky remarked. "Be right back, doll." He went over to the kitchen to help Steve with the food.
Soon enough, Steve left the kitchen with a pan of bacon and green beans in his hands, a mac-and-cheese-laden Bucky in tow. They set the food on the table and exchanged a quick kiss - with Bucky giving Steve a smile and a "Looks good, babe" - and sat down at the ends of the table.
Steve reached a hand out to you. "Hand me your plate, sweetheart." You passed it to him and watched hungrily as he dished you up some of the green beans and bacon. "Here, Buck." Your plate changed hands. There was a delectable crunching sound as Bucky broke through the crumb topping of the mac and cheese with a spoon. He heaped a generous portion onto your plate, then set it back on the table in front of you.
"You're all set. Dig in, angel."
You didn't need to be told twice. As Steve and Bucky dished up their own plates, you took your first bite of Steve's mac and cheese.
It was perfect. The stuff was deliciously cheesy, smoothly creamy, and positively bursting with flavor. The texture of al dente noodles and gooey cheese was perfectly contrasted by the crunch of the breadcrumb topping. You hummed and closed your eyes, sighing in delight as you savored the food.
Bucky laughed. "That good, huh?" You gave an enthusiastic nod. He grinned smugly at Steve. "Told you so."
Steve snorted. "That you did, Buck. That you did." Though he tried to not rise to Bucky's bait, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, spreading across his face as he watched you absolutely devouring his food. "Glad you like it, sweetheart."
For a time, the only sound in the room was the clatter of forks and spoons as the three of you all but gorged yourself on the meal in front of you. And then Steve's phone rang.
You and Bucky glanced up sharply, both watching Steve's every move as he fished his phone out of his pocket and answered the call.
"What is it?" Steve's voice was all business, sharply contrasting the cheerful tone it had before the call. A voice crackled out of his phone, loudly. Too loudly. Steve quickly turned the volume down, but not before you caught a word that knocked the air from your lungs.
You choked on the bite of food in your mouth. Bucky's chair scraped on the floor as he stood up, striding quickly to your side and resting a hand on a shoulder. You gave several hacking coughs, quickly managing to clear the blockage in your throat. If only the thoughts racing through your mind could be expelled with equal ease.
Bucky rubbed your shoulder absently, staring intently at Steve as he spoke in clipped tones with the person on the other side of the phone.
"Well then. That takes care of that." A beat. Then, "Yes, we would like to, as many as possible. Yes. that too." Another pause. "Yeah, she'll talk. She's with us right now, actually." His eyes found yours, and you met his gaze with bated breath. "Do it," Steve ordered. "We'll get our part taken care of." Another moment of silence. "Thanks. Goodbye." He hung up and put his phone back in his pocket, exchanging a pointed look with Bucky.
You stared at Steve, anxious and expectant. He met your eyes with a steady gaze. "I- is she-" You couldn't bring yourself to finish the sentence.
"She's all right," he said gently.
He cleared his throat, folding his hands in front of him, elbows resting on the table. "We called in a welfare check. The police department just got back to me."
"A welfare check?" you sputtered incredulously, voice crescendoing to an anxious fever pitch. "You called the cops on my mom? Do you realize how dangerous that is? I can't believe you. Do you have any idea-"
Your words were cut off by Steve slamming his fist on the table, stunning you speechless. "You. Do. Not. Speak. To. Me. That. Way." He enunciated each word with a deadly precision, face hard and unyielding as stone, tone icy and razor sharp. "Is that understood?"
You huffed angrily, but gave a sharp nod, staring at your clenched hands, fuming. Bucky wordlessly tightened his grip on your shoulder, giving it a firm, warning squeeze that clearly meant calm down.
It did little to help. Your hindbrain had awoken; there was no turning back now. It was crying, pleading with you, begging you to be a good little omega and behave for your alphas. You gritted your teeth and did your best to ignore your hindbrain's clamoring, shoving it to the back of your mind as you seethed.
A sigh from Steve cut through the haze of anger and fear clouding your mind. You looked up at him, wide eyed, and his hard expression softened as he took you in, compassion slowly tricking into his gaze. "People are helping her, sweetheart," he explained to you, tone much more gentle now. "They took her to a place where they can keep her safe until she feels better. I requested officers that I personally know and trust. They're people that are specially trained to help people like your mom. And they did. They got to her before anything bad happened and they took care of her. Safely." He emphasized the last word.
You stared at him, still distrustful. He looked back at you, his level gaze intent and resolute. "I would never let her get hurt. Ever."
He spoke with a frank conviction that you had no choice but to believe. No one was that earnest about something unless they truly meant it.
"O- okay." You let out a breath that you hadn't even known you'd been holding and inhaled deeply. Your hindbrain hummed with relief as you filled your lungs with fresh oxygen, finally starting to calm down. "Okay. I believe you."
"Good." Steve's voice was back to the tender, loving lilt it had been earlier in the evening.
Bucky stood up, giving your shoulders a quick squeeze. "It's gonna be alright, sweet pea. You don't have to worry anymore." He left a light kiss on the top of the head and went back to his seat.
With the conflict resolved and the evening's lighthearted atmosphere restored, you once again began to eat. Steve and Bucky chatted away, talking and laughing about everything and nothing, getting you and each other second helpings and swapping playfully sarcastic barbs, with you content simply to eat and listen. Soon enough, they had finished eating, though you still had more than a few bites left. You guiltily began to eat quicker and take bigger bites.
You had just shoved a huge bite into your mouth when Bucky's wandering eyes landed on yours, in the middle of him taking a sip of water. You froze, cheeks stuffed with macaroni like a chipmunk with a mouth full of nuts.
Bucky choked with laughter, tears running down his face, clearly struggling not to spit all over the table. Bucky's uncontrollable laughter made you and Steve start laughing too, though Steve was the only one out of the three of you capable of making a sound. After a minute, Bucky got himself under control enough to swallow the water in his mouth.
"Goodness! Slow down!" he urged you, still fighting back laughs. "Just because Stevie and I learned to inhale our food in the military doesn't mean you have to."
You finished chewing and swallowed the food in your mouth, finally allowing the laughter bubbling in your chest to spill out of your mouth and join the joyus chorus of Steve and Bucky's.
His laughter subsiding, Bucky stood up and began to clear the table. "Don't worry about finishing your food, doll. I'm just gonna start putting this stuff away."
By the time Bucky returned from his trip to put the leftover food away, you had finished your remaining food. Bucky swiftly cleared the remaining dishes from the table and began to wash up.
"All right, kiddo." Steve stood up and stretched with a groan. "It's time to get you ready for bed."
"What?" You said, surprised. "What time is it?"
Steve checked his watch. "Almost 9."
Your brow furrowed. "But... it was only one o'clock when we were in Belvedere castle..." You trailed off, confused.
"You woke up around sixish, sweetheart," Steve said patiently. "And you probably still have some of that shot to sleep off."
"It's all right. Come on." He offered his hand to you. You took it. "Let's go brush your teeth, pumpkin."
He led you out of the dining room. Bucky looked up from washing a pan in the sink, smiling softly at you being such a good girl for Steve.
"We're gonna go brush our teeth and get ready for bed," Steve informed him.
"All right. I'll be there in a minute."
Steve led you back to the bathroom. You followed his every motion with your eyes as he selected a princess-pink toothbrush from the cup of toothbrushes on the counter, squeezed a strip of sparkly teal toothpaste onto it, briefly ran it under water, and held it out to you. "Here you go, kiddo."
You took it from him and began to brush. The toothpaste was that unusual bubble fruit flavor, the one that brought back memories of being a kid and skipping happily out of the dentist's office, clutching a plastic bag with a pretty new toothbrush and a mini tube of toothpaste, glowing with pride at the pleased review you had earned from the dentist for being such a brave patient.
The door clicked softly open and closed behind you. Bucky joined you and Steve at the sink, beginning his own bedtime routine.
The three of you brushed your teeth, washed your faces, did everything you needed to do to be ready for the soft embrace of sleep. The three of you sharing that bathroom, getting ready for the night together, formed a perfect picture of domestic bliss. Such a simple thing to do, and yet so powerful, so reminiscent of white houses and picket fences, of happy wives and happy lives. It harkened back to times when children played in the grass while parents watched, sipping coffee from the shelter of the porch, the entire scene bathed in the soft golden glow of the setting sun. You reached for things, traded places, took turns at the sink, moving perfectly in the intricate steps of a dance you'd somehow never needed to practice.
The three of you finished your nightly ministrations and moved to the bedroom. You and Bucky slipped into bed, having already changed into pajamas; in a moment, Steve joined you. You were gently sandwiched between the two men, face buried in Bucky's chest, Steve pressed against your back to act as your big spoon.
Their soft hands traced lazy patterns on your body, drawing constellations on your hips, on your shoulders, on the small of your back. Two gently possessive hands, one flesh and one metal, laid sweet claim to every part of you, their tender ministrations helping you drift gently off to sleep.
Maybe your mother had been wrong.
Maybe alphas were worth it after all.
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Everything Has Changed: Part 14
Steve closed the door behind him and took a few small steps to get to the bathroom. As he cracked open the door and peered inside, he caught sight of Bucky standing in front of the mirror staring at himself. His blue eyes were peering into the blue eyes of his reflection, his fists gripping the counter with white knuckles.
He had hung his head once and bit on his bottom lip and his shoulders shook with every deep inhale and exhale. He stood there in silence, going through the motions of breathing and out without ceasing.
“Bucky…” Steve closed the door behind him and then reached forward to place his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. Steve squeezed his lover’s shoulder, successfully drawing his attention off of the porcelain sink and onto Steve.
“Pregnant.” Bucky’s bottom lip trembled, his eyes both remarkably bright and starkly dim. The news that you were pregnant hadn’t even had to be verbally told, Steve and Bucky could sense it. They could smell the difference in your scent, the hormonal shift that happened when an omega became pregnant. It was early, but the signs were there, the hormonal change was there. “Our omega is pregnant…”
Steve squeezed his shoulder again in an attempt to calm him down, to keep him from going past the point of no return emotionally. Bucky was on edge, he was grappling with the news that you were pregnant and the events that conspired hours ago.
You ran, you left. You were gone for hours and were found huddled in an alley shivering. Steve carried you back to the car, he carried you inside Stark Tower and into their home. Steve carried you while you were shivering and shaking, holding you tightly before he finally let you go once you were in their bed.
Steve tucked you into their bed and Bucky brought you hot tea. Before he left you to sleep, he brushed your hair behind your ear and apologized for pushing you. He apologized for pushing you and apologized for making you run.
When he left, Steve stayed with you until you fell asleep.
“She is stressed, Bucky.” Steve drew his attention to himself. “She is scared and she is stressed. This is one opportunity to step up and be the alpha’s that she wants and needs.”
“We’re having a baby, Steve.” Bucky’s smile rose then fell, his eyebrows furrowed. “We’re having a baby…”
“Y/N is scared, Bucky. It’s nothing you did and it’s not your fault that she ran.” Steve comfort him in the same manner that he had comforted you.
“Why is she scared to have a baby? To have our baby? Is it because of what I-” Bucky was losing himself to his emotions again, he was slipping back into a place of insecurity.
“If I had to take my best guess, ” Steve leaned against the bathroom counter and crossed his arms over his chest, “Y/N is afraid that she’ll lose her career. She just started working with Bruce, she has this entire experiment and trial that she’s heading up and now she’s pregnant.”
“We would never expect her to-”
“I know. But she doesn’t know that. And given what happened in the last 5 years, what she went through on her own, she probably thinks she’s going to be alone again.”
From the little that you had mumbled through the tears and the exhaustion, Steve got the impression that you were scared that this pregnancy would send your careening off the course that you wanted for yourself.
You were afraid that both Steve and Bucky would expect you to stay home and give up everything to have a child, to have their child. You were scared that all those blood, sweat and tears you shed would be wasted within a year of you getting your dream job.
“We’ll talk to her tomorrow, Bucky.” Steve locked eyes with him, seeing the same fear in Bucky’s eyes, that were in yours. The fear of losing everything, or at the very least, lose something that has been longed for.
The knock on the door had disrupted the sound of frying pans clinking in the kitchen. Bucky was the one who approached the door and he was the one who greet the woman on the other side was the door was opened.
“Hi May, ” Bucky didn’t flinch or pull away when she leaned in and kissed his cheek.
“Hi, Bucky.” She slid past him with a bottle of wine in one hand and sparkling juice in the other. “Where is she?”
At her question, Steve left the kitchen and appeared in the entranceway with a kitchen towel slung over his shoulder. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, the dark blue button-down he wore crinkling as his arms were folded.
“In the bedroom, ” Steve answered before he nod his head in the direction of the kitchen, “dinner’s almost done.”
“Excellent.” May pressed the bottle of wine into Bucky’s chest and the sparkling juice into Steve’s. “I’ll talk to Y/N.”
May moved throughout their suite until she had come to the closed door that separated her from the room you found solace in. As she stood on the other side, she raised her hand and knocked twice before she slipped into the large and expansive room, spotting you sitting on the bed with your legs crossed and a pillow tucked into your stomach.
“How are you doing, honey?” she stepped to the bed and then crawled on to came lay beside you.
“I’m okay.” Your voice was quiet and shaking, your eyes trained forward and fixated on a picture of your two alpha’s back in the ’40s, back before you and the shit that tore them apart.
“How far along are you?” May asked, stretching out her hand to brush stray hairs behind your ear.
“How did you know?” You asked her your question without answering hers first.
“All the Parker women seem to slip into a panic when they find out they’re pregnant. Your mom nearly skipped the country when she was pregnant with Peter and when she was pregnant with you, she locked your dad out of the house for a week.” May spoke with a fondness, an amusement in her voice.
“My mom tried skipping the country?” You questioned, your vision blurring with the start of tears, the tremble of your lips.
“Your mom purchased a ticket and was in the boarding area before your dad showed up and she changed her mind,” May tilt her head and wiped some a few tears that were rolling down your cheeks, “and the second time your mom was pregnant, your dad allowed her to have her space and got a hotel for the week. When your mom was ready, he returned and brought her favourite food and flowers.”
“We panic, ” you laughed crying heavier, “we try and leave the country.”
“Or lock your alpha out of their own house for a week.” May smiled tenderly.
“It’s not that I’m not excited it’s just…” You covered your face with your hands and laugh-cried into your palms. “God!”
“You’ve sacrificed a lot to get where you are now. You're afraid that everything will turn to dust now that you’re pregnant.” it was as if May could read your mind, it was as if she was in your head. “You’re afraid that by choosing a career or choosing your child, you’ll sacrifice something. You’ll lose a part of yourself.”
You didn’t have to answer, you didn’t have to confirm what she was saying. If you chose your career, would you be labelled a bad mother? Selfish?
If you chose your child, would all your hard work go down the drain?
You wanted both, you wanted to have both. You wanted the career that you have worked your ass off to have and you wanted this child, you wanted this baby because you have always wanted a family however you never pictured it like this.
“I want both, May.” You lowered your hands and rubbed your palms against your knees. “I want to have both and I don’t know if I can.”
May brushed more hair behind your ears in a motherly way. She trailed her fingers down your jawline, only ceasing when another knock on the door interrupted your conversion.
Steve had opened the door and entered enough to look at the two of you, his blue-green eyes cast upon you in concern and caution.
“Dinner’s done,” He announced.
“You’ll be okay.” May kiss your temple before she left the bed, moving toward Steve with direct purpose. Before she passed, she pat Steve’s shoulder and left the two of you again.
“You won’t have to give anything up.” Steve closed the door behind him, slowly moving toward you. “We know how much you’ve sacrificed to get where you are, sweetheart.”
“Steve, ” you shook your head and bit down on your bottom lip, “I don’t want-”
“Doll, ” he took the space your aunt had just occupied, “we have options. If you want to work, I will stay with our baby.”
He reached out and placed his hand against your stomach, spreading his fingertips.
“You would stay home?” your voice was but a whisper.
“If you want to work, you can work. If you want to stay home, then you can.”
You slipped your hand on top of his, feeling a sense of relief settling into your stomach.
“Steve and I, ” Bucky called from the doorframe he was leaning against, “want you to decide. We won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”
“If I, ” you hesitated, “want to go to work…”
“I’ll stay home with our baby,” Steve rubbed his thumb back and forth against your stomach, “I’ll retire. I’ll stay home and take care of our child.”
“You would?” your vision was blurred again, heavy tears rolling down your cheeks. “You would do that for me?”
“We’d do anything for you, doll.” Bucky approached the bed, coming to sit on the edge.
“You are not alone in this, Y/N.” Steve cupped your cheek with his other hand. “And you don’t have to choose one or the other. You can have both.”
“You can have anything you want.”
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Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Female!Omega Reader
Summary: Steve finds his mate in the midst of World War II
Warnings: Fluff, imprisonment, violence, abo dynamics, guns, injuries, Hydra, word war 2, talk of heats.
(A/N): Did self insert myself into this? Yes, yes I did. Feedback is always appreciated, happy reading! ❤️ Sorry if this is crappy
Divider by @firefly-graphics
Gun shots and shouts filled your ears as a battle raged outside. You cowered in the corner of your cold damp cell, praying for someone to rescue you.
Footsteps could be heard as a shadowy figure of a tall, broad shouldered man came into view. An Alpha.
Pausing, the mysterious Alpha surveyed the area before his eyes locked onto yours.
"Hey, it's okay. We're here to get you out." he said gently whilst approaching you.
As he got closer and ripped the metal bars of your prison off the walls, you took in his appearance. Tall, blonde, muscular and blue eyed. The American man radiated Alpha. Not to mention that his show of strength stirred your inner Omega awake.
"I'm Steve Rogers, you're going to be okay now." he soothed. His eyes latched onto your probably broken and bloody leg. "Can I carry you? I promise to be gentle."
You were weary of this Alpha but you were slowly caving. He seemed trustworthy. For now. Agreeing with him, you let him lift you bridal style, out of the now decimated Hydra base.
Once outside, he set you down on a crate and tended to your wounds. The dust had settled and all that was left was some rubble.
"This is going to sting." he warned as he started to clean the gash on your thigh.
Quickly and effortlessly, he patched you up to the best of his ability.
"When we get back to camp, the nurses will check you out, make sure nothing is too severely broken. Don't worry, I won't let them hurt you, I promise you'll be in good and safe hands." the Captain reassured as you visibly blanched at the notion of medical attention.
Breathing in deeply, you caught a whiff you Steve's scent as he carried you to the vehicle. Charcoal, strawberries and vanilla. It calmed you.
"Who's this young dame?" another Alpha questioned out of curiosity.
"This is..." Steve looked at you.
"(Y/N), I'm (Y/N)." you supplied quietly. The other Alpha intimidating you slightly.
"This is (Y/N). She was a prisoner in the base." gesturing to the other man, Steve introduced him as well. "(Y/N), this is Dum Dum Dugan."
"Pleasure to meet ya. Here have some water." Dum Dum offered kindly.
You weren't used to this. You had grown up with Alphas treating their Omegas and all Omegas like dirt. The show of kindness startled you and you weren't sure what to make of it.
The ride back to the camp had you questioning everything you knew about people and Alphas in particular. Sergeant James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, a tall brunette Alpha and Steve's best friend intrigued you very much. He was conversing with a beta, both of them part of the Howling Commandos, about how he couldn't wait to get back and see his mate. He spoke about her with such adoration, it shocked you. This was very different from what you had been taught.
As the vehicle rolled into the camp, you could see a small group of people waiting by the entrance.
The soldiers dismounted from the green machine and some were ushered into a nearby tent.
"Bucky!" a short, petite woman with a British accent ran up to the Alpha.
"Alexis!" the sergeant gathered her up into his arms and they both clung to each other tightly.
Alexis pulled away and concern laced her features.
"Are you hurt? Let's get you checked up." fussing over the Alpha, the small Omega took his hand and pulled him along.
Soon, you were also escorted into the medical tent along with Steve and a nurse came to attend to them. Taking a seat by the couple, you observed them. It was nothing like you had ever seen before.
Alexis was tending to the soldier's wounds and lightly scolding him for being so reckless, all while the Alpha grinned ear to ear and played with her soft black hair. Bucky wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face into her bronze neck, breathing in her scent.
"I missed you, Omega." he murmured, placing a kiss to her cheek.
Melting into his embrace, the Omega comforted her mate. "I missed you too Alpha. I was so worried about you."
"I know, but always know that I'll come back to you no matter what. I love you."
The bed dipped next to you as Steve took a seat beside you.
"Hey, you okay?"
"Yes. No. I don't know. I-I've never seen an Alpha and an Omega to be so..." not able to form the right words, you waved in the couple's direction.
"Miss? If you could please come with me so I can give you a check up." a beta dressed in white called out to you. A nurse.
Nodding in understanding, Steve averted his gaze back towards you. He knew that in some towns Alphas, Betas and Omegas weren't treated the same as most places did. Alphas were normally at the top of the hierarchy and Omegas at the bottom.
Looking to Steve, he quickly covered your hand in his.
"I'll go with you. If you want that is."
Nodding and whispering a shaky "Yes", you let the man lead you towards the nurse.
It had been roughly a month since you had arrived at the camp. Since then, you had made a lot of progress. It was still hard, but being around other people was a bit easier for you now. You had even made friends with the Howling Commandos, Agent Peggy Carter, Alexis and Howard Stark.
You had one day a week reserved for some girl time with Peggy and Alexis where you were able to speak more freely and you felt yourself coming out of your shell.
Throughout your time at the camp, you learnt what a healthy relationship between mates looked like. Bucky and Alexis were a great help and were patient and understanding when you got confused. They answered any questions you had and soon became two of your closest friends at the base along with Peggy and Steve.
Steve. You had grown the closest with the blonde haired Alpha. He was there for everything. He would spend the nights soothing you after nightmares, accompanied you to the medical tent and acted as a source of great comfort. He was funny and managed to cheer you up all the time, especially with his terrible attempt at dancing. Soon enough, you caught yourself falling for the man.
Wednesday evening approached and you headed to Peggy's tent for your weekly girls night. Peggy had managed to sneak some chocolate and various other foods from a nearby pub and had set out a delicious meal for the three of you.
Conversation flowed and all of you were having the time of your life. You trusted the girls with your life.
"Alexis? Can I ask you a question?" you inquired shyly. No matter how many times she had assured you, she didn't mind your questions, you were still nervous at times.
"Of course! Everything okay (Y/N/N)?" her soft, warm, brown eyes only held kindness as she welcomed your inquiry.
"How did you know that Bucky was a suitable mate? What did you feel?"
The woman chuckled, remembering how she had met the man.
"I felt like I was soaring whenever I was with him. It was as if I knew that no matter what, he would be there for me. But I guess I really knew when my heat hit." the black haired girl looked down at her lap sheepishly. "He stood in front of my tent and made sure no one came in or tried anything. Even though it was affecting him too. He sat there the entire time, providing me food and water and standing guard. He felt safe."
Your heat hadn't come since you had been at the camp but Steve felt safe. He did everything he could for you no matter what and was always there.
"You like Steve." Peggy announced, a smirk pulling at her red painted lips.
Now it was your turn to look sheepish.
"I think he likes you too." she stated, a spark in her eyes.
"Well..." you hesitated, there was no way an Alpha like Captain Steve Rogers would look at an Omega like you, right?
"Peggy's right. I'm sure he likes you too!" this time it was Alexis who spoke. "Trust me. I've seen the way he looks at you."
"I have an idea." the brunette Beta declared.
And that was how you found yourself sitting around the campfire with all your friends, enjoying the crisp night.
Steve sat next to you, heat emitting from him keeping you warm.
A little to the left, sat Bucky and Alexis curled up in each other. Alexis was perched on his lap and the Alpha had his arms wrapped around his mate, nuzzling and pressing light kisses to her neck at regular intervals.
"Aren't they beautiful? The stars?" the blonde asked as he started up the clear sky.
Humming in agreement you turned to find him looking at you. The fire lit up his blue eyes and the flames danced in the reflection.
"Do you know any constellations?"
The two of you spent the rest of the night wrapped up in one and other, feelings blooming on the meanwhile.
It was almost time to head to bed when Peggy carried out her plan.
"So, (Y/N), Tim at the pub seems to have taken an interest in you." wiggling her eyebrows, she noted how Steve tensed but pretend to speak to Bucky.
Sitting next you, she droned on about how he was a nice Alpha, monitoring Steve's every move.
"I'm going to turn in for the night." the Captain announced abruptly and he walked he away, steps heavy, into the night.
Ushering you in his direction, Peggy gave you a 'go get your man' look and you've never run so fast in your life.
At your call, he stopped in his tracks and turned around.
"What is it (Y/N)?" he asked harshly.
"Why did you leave suddenly?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Cut the crap Rogers. I know when you're lieing. You're terrible at it." even worse than Bucky you thought, momentarily recalling the time when he had stolen your last slice of plum cake.
Huffing, Steve refused to meet your eyes. Instead, the tree looked a lot more interesting than it had earlier.
"Are you jealous?" still nothing. "Alpha?"
This snapped him out of his reverie.
"What did you say?"
"I asked, if you were jealous, Alpha. You jealous of the pub owner?"
No one called someone else by their presentation apart from their mate.
"You're playing a dangerous game here Omega." he growled.
"What if I want to play the game?"
"Well then little Omega, why don't you show me how much you want to play this game?"
Launching yourself at the large Alpha, you fervently locked your lips with his.
Returning the kiss, Steve wrapped you in his embrace and conveyed all his emotions in the display of affection.
It felt like hours had gone by, by the time you pulled back for air. Both of you panting, and a cool breeze drifting by.
"I didn't want to think about you with another man." Steve admitted shyly.
"Good, because I don't want to be with another man." you grinned.
Squeals could be heard as the super soldier picked you up and carried you to his tent. Laying you down on his bed, he slid in next to you.
"I'm yours, Alpha."
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Green Finch and Linnet Bird | Chapter Three
SFW dark!alpha!stucky x omega!reader
Are you discussing or fussing
Or simply dreaming?
Are you crowing?
Are you screaming?
- Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
Chapter Three Warnings: Nudity, suicide mention, age regression, alcohol mention, alcoholism mention, death mention. @ me, send an ask, or dm me if there's anything I need to add.
"I'll be your good girl."
With those five words, for better or for worse, your fate was sealed.
Steve hummed happily and pressed a kiss into the top of your head. "Don't you worry, sweet pea," he cooed. "Your daddies are going to take great care of you."
The three of you sat there in silence for a moment, then Bucky spoke. "How 'bout you make dinner tonight, Steve? This little one needs a bath, and she'd probably love your famous mac and cheese afterwards."
"Sounds like a plan, Buck. I'll get right on it." Steve pressed another kiss into your hair, then climbed out of the bed with a yawn. You whined at the loss of contact and snuggled deeper into Bucky, making him laugh.
"All right, sweetheart. I've got you." Bucky kissed your forehead, then turned his attention back to Steve. "And call Tony while you're at it. Tell him you're gonna need at least a few days off work to get this one adjusted. And a couple of his best lawyers to get that bitch for giving this one suppressants for six years."
You didn't understand the last part of what Bucky said. It sounded like he was speaking another language, but not one you'd heard before. Steve seemed to understand it, though.
"Will do, Sarge." He gave Bucky the same cheeky salute and lopsided grin he had given you earlier, then ambled out of the room.
"All right," Bucky groaned, pushing himself into a sitting position. "Time to get up, doll." You grumbled something unintelligible and clutched at his shirt, making him laugh again. He pulled away from you and got out of the bed. You whined again, curling in on yourself.
"All right, all right, I hear ya," Bucky grumbled playfully. "Come here." You let out a surprised squeak when he scooped you off the bed and into his arms. "Let's go, kiddo."
Bucky carried you out of the bedroom and through the apartment. You heard Steve's voice coming from another room, probably on that call Bucky had asked him to make. You caught a snatch of his conversation as you passed.
"We've definitely got enough to press charges, maybe even sue- Yeah, 12 years old, it's insane. 18 now, just barely. I know. We're gonna get her checked out tomorrow..."
The sound faded as Bucky carried you into the bathroom and eased the door shut behind you. "Here we are, doll."
You looked around the room and gasped.
Steve and Bucky's bathroom was huge and sparkling-white. The far wall featured a long mirror above a beautiful double vanity with a marble counter. To your right, there was a hot tub sized bathtub and a huge double shower enclosed by glass on all sides. Bucky sat you on the counter, then went over to the ridiculously large tub and started running a bath. You watched him fiddle with the water temperature, then add a sweet-smelling liquid that immediately started filling the tub with blush-pink bubbles. Satisfied with the bath, he left the tub to fill and came back over to you, standing between your knees. He brushed your hips lightly with his fingertips, searching for the hem of your shirt.
"Arms up, doll." Obediently, you raised your arms above your head. Having succeeded in locating the hem of your shirt, Bucky grabbed it and smoothly pulled your shirt up and off, over your head and up your arms, gathering the fabric as he went. He methodically folded the shirt and set it on the counter beside you, then unhooked your bra with skilled fingers and slid it off with equal care. "Put your hands on my shoulders, baby." You did as he said and felt his large hands, one flesh and one metal, come to rest solidly on your waist. "I'm going to lift you down now. Are you ready?" You nodded. "All right, then. Here we go."
He lifted you the way every little girl dreams of being held by a man, the way a strong and handsome dancer playing a prince lifts the fragile, dainty ballerina that plays his princess. You were only in his hands for a brief moment before your toes hit the cold stone tile, but it was a moment that left you breathless.
You didn't take your eyes off of Bucky's face as he continued to undress you. His brows furrowed slightly in concentration as he unbuttoned your jeans and undid the zipper, then slid them over your hips and down your legs. You kept your hands braced on his shoulders as you stepped out of the pants. He folded them and added them to the neat pile of clothing accumulating on the counter, then removed your underwear in the same careful way. Though you stood bare before him, an untouched omega in front of a hungry alpha, his eyes went no lower than your shoulders.
"All right. Bath time, princess." Bucky picked you up like you weighed no more than a toddler. You clung to him like a koala as he carried you to the nearly-full bath, even as he lowered you gently into the water.
The water was pleasantly warm, almost hot but not quite. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and finally let go of Bucky to relax into the bubbles, filling your lungs with the sweet scent of roses.
You heard the sound of rustling fabric, then the sound of rippling water, and opened your eyes to see Bucky stepping into the bath. He slid into the water beside you, then settled his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. You nestled into him happily, and he settled his chin in the crook of your neck, breathing deeply. A pleased hum vibrate through his chest. His breath tickled the vulnerable skin above your jugular, instantly making you tense.
A low laugh rumbled through his chest. "Don't worry, omega," he purred. "I'm not going to mark you. Yet."
Bucky's reassurance did little to help you relax. Every muscle in your body was still coiled taut, ready to spring. He chuckled softly. "Oh, sweet thing. You know Steve and I are gonna have to get you off those suppressants before we do anything. We wouldn't want to hurt you, now would we?"
You whimpered. "No, I- I- I don't wanna-"
Bucky shushed you softly. "I know, doll. Everything's real scary right now, but don't you worry your pretty little head. Steve and I are gonna take great care of you." He stroked your hair, gently forcing your head to his bare chest. "I know you have a lot of feelings going on, but right now you need to be a good girl and let daddy give you a bath, okay?"
You whimpered again and tried to pull away from him, despite your hindbrain being thoroughly intoxicated by the Alpha's presence.
"Sweetheart." Bucky's tone was low and dangerous. You squirmed uncomfortably, trying to get away from him as much as your hindbrain would allow. To your dismay and your hindbrain's delight, Bucky's grip on you was hard as iron, leaving you with nowhere to go. "Are you going to be a good little girl for Daddy?" he demanded. "Or am I going to have to make you?"
At the thinly veiled threat in Bucky's words, your hindbrain took over. You froze, trembling, and he hummed his approval. "That's right," he crooned. "That's my good little girl. Sit up a little for me, pumpkin."
You did as he said, still mentally paralyzed by complete and total fear. Bucky grabbed a silver pitcher from the side of the tub and dipped it into the water, then poured it over your hair. The warm water running through your hair and down your back sent pleasant tingles down your spine, making you shiver. Bucky repeated this twice more, making sure your hair was fully saturated, then set the pitcher down and selected a shampoo from the array of products on the edge of the tub. He squeezed a small amount into his hand, then began to work it through your hair with skilled, gentle fingers. The shampoo smelled sweet, like marshmallows, strawberries and springtime.
The combination of the warm water, the lush smells surrounding you, and the firm but tender rhythm of Bucky's fingers massaging your scalp overwhelmed your senses, your pleased hindbrain making you hum with pleasure in spite of the fear running through your rational mind.
The situation was so perfect, just like when you were a child and your mother would sing to you as she washed your hair and gently scrubbed your back. The happy memories of your childhood sang to you with a siren's call, calling you, begging you to come drown in them. You sank gladly into their welcoming embrace, remembering the soft comfort of your mother's touch, her voice. You let the memories of your childhood wash over you like the warm water washed over your skin, forgetting that it was Bucky and not your mother who was rinsing the shampoo out of your hair and replacing it with conditioner, then rinsing that out and gently directing you to adjust your position so that he could run a washcloth over every inch of your skin to wash away the pain of the grueling day you'd had. You went back to that familiar little bathroom in that familiar little house in your hometown, leaving Steve and Bucky's apartment far behind you.
You knew every inch, every texture, every smell of that little house, the way it echoed with your mother's singing as pots and pans bubbled on the stove, the way your father's footsteps made the stairs creak and groan as he walked up to see you in your bedroom, the way the place seemed so hauntingly empty after he died. You remembered how your mother was never the same, how she carried mark after mark from boyfriend after boyfriend but never took the suppressants she gave you so religiously, despite drunkenly preaching the evils of alphas after every miserable breakup. You remembered how she'd cried a few months ago, apologizing over and over again for missing all those concerts and games and awards ceremonies and opening nights. She offered you a gift, a week in New York City, a way to start repaying all the emotional debt she owed you. She had hoped that this week in New York would be a fresh start, a way for both of you to relearn how to be mother and daughter. This trip was a peace offering, and you'd accepted it gladly.
It'd been so long since you heard your mother sing.
Maybe this trip would help her learn how again.
And then you'd gone to Central Park on your first day in town and you'd run into these two and-
You sat up with a gasp, making water slosh over the edge of the tub in your haste.
Bucky sat up as well, putting a hand on your shoulder. "You're all right, sweetheart." Though Bucky tried to reassure you, you could hear the worry in his words. "You're safe, okay? You're right here with me. You're safe. There's nothing to worry about"
"Bucky, you don't- She's alone. She's alone, in her hotel room, and she doesn't know where I am, and the whiskey- There's so much whiskey, Bucky..."
Bucky let out a sigh and shook his head in relief. "You're mother's gonna be just fine, doll. We sent her the claim notice. She knows what happened to you. You don't have to worry about that. Steve and I took care of it while you were sleeping."
You turned to face Bucky, eyes sparkling with tears. "You don't understand, Bucky," you whispered. "She stopped taking her meds and- and she's on the 20th floor and-"
Bucky's eyes widened as you choked back a sob. He cursed under his breath and climbed out of the bath, grabbing a towel and rapidly beginning to dry himself off. "I need her full legal name, the hotel, and her room number," he ordered curtly. You told him, voice shaking.
He finished drying himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist as he walked out of the room, turning in the doorway to give you a look as hard as iron. "Stay. Here." You nodded, trying quell the rising panic in your chest, and watched him walk out, practically slamming the door shut behind him.
You retreated into the far corner of the tub and curled into a ball, resting your chin on your knees as you began to cry.
I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't die.
Please, God, don't let her die.
Slowly, you began to rock, back and forth, back and forth, the water sloshing and rippling in time with your movements. The scent of strawberries and roses seemed heavier now, thick and cloying instead of softly sweet, threatening to choke you with every breath you took. The water hadn't lost all of its heat yet, and yet goosebumps were already starting to cover your skin. You shivered. When did this bathroom get so cold?
You curled in tighter on yourself, trying to stay warm, losing yourself to the thoughts that rushed through your mind in time with your rocking and the splashing of the water on the side of the tub.
Back and forth.
I'm sorry, Mom.
Don't do it.
Don't let her die.
You sat there, curled up, alone, rocking for an eternity and then some, back and forth and please and sorry and back and God and forth and please and back and mom and forth and mom back MOM forth MOM splash MOM waves MOM, over and over again until water crashed over the side of the tub and your mind was screaming, crying, scream-thinking MOM MOM PLEASE MOM DON'T MOM PLEASE SORRY LIVE PLEASE MOM DON'T PLEASE I'M SORRY, the words thudding against the inside of your skull again and again and again, rocking forward-back forward-back forward-back faster faster faster faster until you heard the bathroom door banging open and jolted back into reality, the sound throwing you back into your body with so much force it left you gasping for air.
"Shit!" Bucky slammed the door shut and rushed over to you, reaching into the tub. You scrambled away from him, but he was only opening the drain so that the water could start draining. His taut expression softened when he saw how scared you were, the tear tracks on your face, how you flinched every time he moved.
"It's all right, princess." He lowered his voice to that deep, soothing tone unique to alphas, the one your hindbrain was programmed to respond to, the one that made your heart flutter despite your terror. "I'm here now. Your mom is gonna be just fine, sweetheart. It's gonna be okay. I'm here now, I've got you. You're all right, baby. Come here." Though you felt drawn to him as if by a magnet, you made no move to go to him. You simply looked at him fearfully, breaking his heart with those wide, tear-filled eyes.
"Oh, sugar..." he murmured, stepping into the ankle-deep water. He walked toward you with all the slowness and deliberateness needed to approach a frightened animal, one hand held out in front of him, palm facing you. Though you were trembling and wide-eyed, you made no move to escape as he drew near. At long last, he was close enough to touch you. "Come on, sweetheart," he said softly. "Let me take care of you."
He reached down and grasped you under the arms, meeting no resistance from you as he picked you up and drew you to his chest. His touch drew a fresh wave of sadness from the depths of your soul, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as it washed over you, clinging to him like he was life itself. You let out a hiccuping sob and buried your face in his shoulder, taking in his scent with deep, shuddering breaths. You needed him. You craved him.
You were numb and compliant as he silently dried you, rubbed lotion over your skin, and dressed you in soft, baby-blue pajamas that somehow fit you perfectly. The shirt was emblazoned with a large image of the star-and-circle insignia that graced the front of Steve's shield; the pants were polka-dotted with the same iconic symbol. The pajamas gave you the surprisingly pleasant feeling of being a little kid again, like you were a child proudly bearing the symbol of their favorite larger-than-life superhero.
Your thumb traced a circle around one of the shields that dotted your legs, outlining the image that symbolized freedom, justice, and bravery to every kid in America. The mark of the man that had kidnapped you. Legally kidnapped you, albeit, but kidnapped you nonetheless.
But was that really so bad?
"I know, sweetheart."
You glanced up, startled out of your reverie by Bucky's soft words. His eyes met yours with a gaze that was tender and sincere.
"You'll get used to it." He reached up and brushed a stray hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear, then cupped your face in his hand, softly tracing your cheekbone with his thumb. "I know it's hard right now. But it'll get easier with time." He gave you a long, searching look, eyes roving over every inch of your face. "You've been so alone for so long," he murmured. "But you're not alone anymore, sweetheart. Steve and I are with you now. Everything's gonna be all right." He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him, pressing his lips to your forehead as you melted into his embrace.
He simply held you, stroking your back, letting you simply be with him the way you so desperately needed to. Your hindbrain crowed in triumph.
Eventually, your breathing calmed. Your heart rate slowed. You truly relaxed for the first time since he had left you to deal with your mother.
Bucky made a pleased sound into your hair, then moved his mouth close to your ear, breath ghosting over your skin.
"It's gonna be alright, little girl," he whispered softly. "You're finally home."
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Hey, Alpha Part 1
Warnings: Abo dynamics, talk of heats and homelessness
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Everything Has Changed: Part 13
Days spent in the state of the art lab preparing for the first attempts at the experimental synthesis of medication and DNA modifications that would ignite those receptors that drew omega’s to alpha’s and vice versa. It was the first day of the experiment and the entire lab was buzzing with excitement and hopefulness that this would further limit the repercussions of the Snap and Blip.
With the volunteers already checked into the lab, you were in the midst of preparing for your part in the experiment, when the approach of Dr. Banner had stopped you in your tracks.
On his approach, your stomach tightened as you recognized the face of bad news. You didn’t know what he was going to tell you or what would become of the rest of your day, but you knew that something was going to change.
You could feel it in your bones, you could see it clearly in his eyes and the way he carried himself that there was something unspoken that was bothering him.
You moved away from the core of the lab toward the far left side that was much quieter and would allow for a hushed conversation. When you came to stand in front of him, you shoved your hands into your lab coat pockets, fiddling with the pen to keep your nerves at a low.
“Dr. Banner, what’s the bad news?” You asked even if you didn’t want to. If you could’ve remained ignorant, you would have. However whether you wanted to know or not, Dr. Banner would tell you.
“Y/N,” he crossed his arms over his chest, hesitating to speak, “I know that you’ve spent countless hours preparing for the launch of this procedure-“
“-but…?” You felt the preemptive sting of tears.
“You can’t be a part of the experiment itself. The conditions to be part of the actual testing of the procedure are very clear-“
“What did I do wrong?” Tears blurred your vision, the airy gasps that left your mouth were the tip of the emotional iceberg.
“Nothing, Y/N. You did nothing wrong. You’re brilliant and talented, however the conditions do not allow pregnant women to partake in the procedure.”
“Pregnant?” Your eyebrows furrowed and you wrapped your arms around yourself. “I’m not pregnant…”
“I had to do a final test on the blood we’d taken and on every sample you’d given us to confirm your readiness. When I test your sampled and your blood, I got the confirmations.”
To prove the point he was trying to make, Dr. Banner handed you the tablet in his hands with all the data already loaded snd ready for you to see. On the tablet screen was the clear image of your hormone levels that has shifted as well as the sharp spike in estrogen and progesterone that proved not only were you pregnant, but the levels in which they’d increased had opened the possibility up to their being more than one baby.
“There’s no symptoms.”
“You know as well as I do the symptoms of pregnancy’s may not show up within the first month. Based on the hormone levels, I’d say you’re just under a month.” Dr. Banner placed his hand on your shoulder snd squeezed.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. But in my good conscience I can’t allow you to be one of the constant’s in the experiment. You can still run the trial and head it up if you would wish, however being part of it is no longer an option.”
“Pregnant.” You stared at the tablet while mentally being a mile away.
Kids. You’d always wanted kids, but later on in your life. You were only 22 and you’d just started your career.
You heard Dr. Banner speak yet you couldn’t take your attention off the numbers on the screen. You couldn’t take your eyes off the hormone spikes and the clear data that damned you from your own trial.
“You should tell Steve and Bucky-“
“Excuse me.” You handed the tablet back to him, more like shoved it into his arms, and pushed past him.
“Y/N, talk to Steve and Bucky. Tell them before you-“
“I need air. I need-“ you slipped your lab coat off and tossed it toward a desk chair. Before it could even land on the chair, you were headed toward the door of the lab. You placed your hand against the biometric lock and wait the half second as it scanned your DNA before it let you out. You slipped through the door and moved in a haze, completing everything action that would take you from the lab, to the elevator and then to the lobby of Stark Tower. You moved by autonomy, while your head was reeling and you were consumed by a constant barrage of questions aimed at yourself and your situation.
“Y/N!” Your name was called but you kept moving. “Y/N, stop!”
You kept moving until you collided with a body made of muscle snd strength. After colliding with the body, you craned your neck and studied the man hovering over you, relief and insignificant anguish at the pair of blue eyes watching you.
His brown hair, thick and luscious, was cut short. It was a new look for him after having his longer hair for a while. He was clean shaven too, it looked as fresh as his haircut. His blue eyes were caught between concern and caution, his hands reaching out to grab your arms.
He was your alpha, you should find comfort in his touch and yet…
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He was holding your arms in gentle grasps. “You didn’t hear me calling your name. What’s wrong?”
Pregnant. You were pregnant.
“I need air. I need to get out of here. I need…” Your eyes dart around the lobby of Stark tower, your stomach churning the burning acid inside.
“You’re okay.” Bucky cupped your cheeks. “You’re going to be okay just-“
“No!” You slapped his hands away. “No im not going to be okay! I’m not okay! I need air!”
“You’re having a panic attack,” he reached for you again, “let me help you.”
You stepped back, your eyes widening as the sting of bile rose in your throat. The word PREGNANT has been at the forefront of your mind, repeating on a record.
You wanted kids, but not yet. You’d worked so hard to get where you are now.
You were going to be sick. You couldn’t breathe and you were going to be sick. You felt the bile rise in your throat, the stinging acid that burned as it crawled, the fresh wave of bushes tears making it hard to see as you nearly collapsed from the shock of what had just conspired.
“Are you okay?” Bucky was on you in an instant, an arm wrapped around your waist to steady you. “You’re flush.”
“I need air…” You mumbled under your breath, settling into a panic attack that was sever enough to induce nausea.
“Let me help you upstairs, doll.” Bucky started to help you stand and while his touch was comfortable, it was almost smothering.
His presence as an alpha gave you comfort you knew you needed yet it had also made you feel as if your breathing was even more restricted than it had been. It made you feel as though you were truly gasping for air.
“No!” You pushed him off of you with unknown strength. “No! I need air! I need to be alone!”
You rebuffed him and ran with all you had in you to the exit. You burst through the doors of Stark tower and pressed on even further. You ran until your lungs were burning and your heart was beating like a war drum in your chest and when you finally stopped, you sunk.
You sunk to your knees and wrapped your arms around yourself as you cried, as you screamed your frustrations.
You wanted to be a mother and you wanted your career.
You wanted a baby and you wanted your own mother back.
You wanted a family with Steve and Bucky, and you wanted to see the fruits of your years of hard work.
You cried until you couldn’t anymore. You cried until your voice was horse and your eyes were puffy.
You don’t know how long you were out there, wherever you were. You didn’t know how long you’d spent curled into yourself, crying until your voice was weak. You’d spent your energy running from your anxieties, running from the news that flipped your world upside down.
“It’s okay.” Steve’s voice hit your ears, the suffocating comfort was replaced with gentility. “You’re okay, doll.”
He came to your side and held you, he came to your side and embraced you as you broke down in his arms. You clung to him with as much might as you could gather, silently accepting the shift in comfort as he pulled you into his lap in whatever alley or on whatever street you’d found yourself on.
“You’re going to be okay, sweetheart.” Steve mumbled into your hair, he pressed his lips against the side of your forehead and soothes you with the gentle rocking of his body. “Let me take you home. Please.”
“Take me home.” You went lax in his arms, knowing that you had a lot more processing to go through but it would be better to do it in the comfort of their presence, with them being part of the conversation.
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Saturn, Venus & The Stars Align Chapter 10
Alpha Werewolf Steve, Ransom, Johnny, Andy, Curtis/Human Omega Female Reader.
Alpha Jake Jensen/Omega Bucky Barnes.
The next few days are…...you don’t really know what word to use for it. There’s a tenseness in the air, knowing something is coming but not knowing when, sets everyone a bit on edge, though your men try to hide it the best they can, that’s just impossible being their soulmate and FEELING what they are at times.
Still, your knife wound is healed, you can move around better, mentally….that is another story. You don’t remember much before you were taken, you know you were a nurse, everything else is fuzzy. You don’t know how long they had you, time worked funny there.
You were drugged up so much of the time, until that last month before you got away, the withdrawals were…..so fucking bad. They did it cold turkey too, it had been hellish. You guess they did that because you had been bought, but….you know that’s why normal pain meds now don’t do much.
They work only a tiny bit, not how they should, you hope you never have a need for them again. The ones you took while you healed had only worked enough to take the edge off, though you never let your men know that.
You have yet to tell them the drugs you had always been on, the ones always forced on you and all the omegas. You have a strong feeling it was the same one used on Bucky too, well one of them anyway. The one to push him into a heat…..you had to witness that from other omegas as they were brutally taken and used while they waited for buyers and sometimes even after.
You swallow thickly just thinking about it knowing….it’s yet another thing you never told your men. The abuse you suffered like that…..you don’t want to break their hearts and truthfully, you only remembered bits and pieces. To strung out on the forced heat and drugs, but what you did remember was…..enough.
You’re shocked sex doesn’t scare you with your soulmates, but maybe it’s because your very soul knows they would never harm you. You don’t know if it’s ever worth mentioning to them, but you know it will come out at some point, if the bond gets strong enough, they will be able to see it in your mind if you ever think about it or have a nightmare.
It’s not something you look forward to talking about, if only because….you feel like a failure who didn’t fight back good enough, even with the drugs in your system, you just….wish you had tried harder.
With a small huff, you keep chopping the onions, you are finally making dinner this time, finding something in a cookbook that looks good, you hope this comes out ok.
When dinner finally sits in the oven to start cooking, you go to shower, needing the hot water. You could tell, your heat wasn’t far away and it would be the perfect time to bond fully to them. Until then, maybe a week at most, your pre heat systems were being a bit of a pain in the ass.
Not unlike a normal monthly a beta would have, pre heat just gives you all the soreness, pain without bleeding. Your moods could go either way, you didn’t know yet how that would go. It’s your first time having a normal pre heat and not a drug induced one.
The men are all out doing various chores or adding more fencing around the house. Extra protection, they knew the fight would come to them and your men were gearing up for it. So you find yourself alone again, but it gives you time to just stand in the shower, close your eyes, lean on the tiles and just…..let the hot water do it’s magic.
You startle a bit when warm clawed fingers run over your back, you glance over your shoulder, through the steam and see Steve and Andy there looking a bit unsure. You smile softly and beckon them in with wide open arms wanting a hug from them both. When they sandwich you in between them, you finally feel like you can breathe again as you relax in their hold, “You’ve been stressed.” Andy whispers, you easily hear him over the water, his lips by your ear.
It’s not a question either, it’s a fact.
You shallow thickly, as Steve lifts your chin up with a finger, “We can’t begin to understand what you’ve been through, but I hope in time you’ll feel like you can tell us, if you ever wish too, we love you, and we just want you happy.”
Your bottom lip trembles, it’s such simple truth from them. They do just want you happy, you sniffle and turn your face down to kiss his finger, “I promise, I’ll tell you when I’m ready and you do you know.”
You look back up at him, “You all make me more happy then…..I’ve ever been. The best mates.” tears leak out of your eyes and down your cheeks, but when he leans down to kiss you so sweetly, you cry more, needing him, needing Andy.
“I need you both.” you say brokenly against his lips.
Andy purrs behind you as he kneels down behind you, when Steve turns you, you go with it, when Andy gently grabs your ankle and throws one of your legs over his shoulder you go with it, your breathing picks up, watching him below you, his hungry gaze gazes up at you, before his tongue flicks out and runs over your folds.
He never breaks eye contact as you gasp, Steve is there behind you, letting you use him as a wall, his hard cock inbetween your ass cheeks making him groan in your ear, you whimper as Steve wraps his arms around you, pinning your arms to your sides, lips at your ear, “Is this ok?”
You nod, “It’s ok.”
His growl of pleasure as he starts rocking his cock between your ass cheeks keeping you pinned, bondaged in a way as Andy takes you apart with his mouth, “You taste like honey.” Andy mumbles against your clit.
You pant as Steve sucks hickies all over your shoulders, you whimper as he keeps rutting his cock between your ass cheeks, clearing wanting to be inside but with holding, that level of control was impressive, “My alpha’s…...my alphas.” you whine as they bring you closer and closer to that edge you crave.
Both of them growl softly and redouble their efforts, “Did you know, when one of us gives you pleasure, all of us can feel it across the bond?” Steve whispers smugly.
You cry out not knowing that, and those words, knowing all your men were feeling this…..sends you over the edge, your scream of pleasure echos off the walls, the stream drowning the room by this point just like their scents of smug and pleased alpha.
Steve holds you as you come and come, seeming to never end, his cock more firmly rutting against you until he follows after you, his growl low and deep, his sharp teeth nibbling over your neck as Andy follows after you both, hand on his cock, watching you come undone for him.
Fuck, you don’t know how you will survive all of them at once, and maybe you are crazy, but you can’t fucking wait to find out what it’s like.
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Green Finch and Linnet Bird | Chapter 2
SFW dark!alpha!stucky x omega!reader
"My cage has many rooms, damask and dark
Nothing there sings, not even my lark..."
- Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
Chapter 2 warnings: age regression (not sexual, dubious consent), bondage (not sexual), abuse mention. @ me in the replies or reblogs if I need to add any more.
Your eyes flew open.
You were spread-eagle on a large bed, wrists and and ankles in leather cuffs, a ball gag in your mouth, looking up at a plain white ceiling.
“Hey, there she is,” someone cooed.
You turned your head to see a man with shoulder-length brown hair sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at you.
“Hi there, doll. Sleep well?”
It was one of the men who had kidnapped you. Bucky, the other one had called him.
You tried to get away from him, but quickly found that your limbs were chained to bed’s four corners, leaving you only about an inch to move in any direction. You tried to move again, pulling harder against the restraints this time. Still, nothing.
“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay.” Bucky said. “It’s okay, we’re not gonna hurt you. It’s okay.”
Yeah, right. Whatever they were going to do to you, you weren’t gonna make it easy for them, despite the strong alpha scent intoxicating your hindbrain.
You thrashed against the restraints, fighting as hard as you could in the hopes that something, somewhere, would give way and you could escape.
"Whoa, calm down, sweetheart." Bucky urged, trying to soothe you. "We're gonna get these off you, okay?"
You didn't stop struggling. "Steve!" Bucky called.
"Coming," Steve answered from across the room. Bucky turned his attention back to you.
"Steve and I are gonna take all these off, but you need to stay still, okay?" His hand hovered above your head, waiting for you to calm down.
Steve came striding into view, standing at the foot of the bed. "What's going on, Buck?"
"I'm trying to get the restraints off, but she won't stay still long enough to let me do it."
Steve sighed. "Sweetheart, we only had to restrain you so you didn't hurt yourself when you woke up," he said reproachfully. "You need to control yourself so we can get these off of you, or you're gonna have to stay there all night."
Realizing you had no other choice than to obey your captors, you reluctantly stopped struggling and simply lay there, trembling, unable to do anything but wait for the horrors to come.
"There we go," said Bucky quietly. "Steve, get her legs, would you?"
"On it." Steve began to take the cuffs of your ankles as Bucky unbuckled your gag.
"Let's get this off you, doll." Bucky slid the ball gag out from between your teeth and set it on the bedside table. You worked your aching jaw as Bucky started taking the cuffs off of your wrists.
In a matter of moments, you were free. You rubbed your sore wrists, glad to be able to move again.
"Can you sit up for us, sweetheart?" Bucky asked. You nodded and pushed yourself up into a sitting position. "Go ahead and scoot back, baby." You did as he said and found that he had propped up some pillows to support your back. You relaxed into them gratefully.
"Can you drink for me?" Bucky offered you a clear plastic tumbler with a straw, filled with an unidentifiable dark yellow liquid. You went to take it from him without really looking at it, but flinched and pulled your hand away when you touched metal where you expected to feel Bucky's hand.
You stared at him, really looking at him for the first time. He looked mostly normal, but for the first time you realized that his entire left arm was made of metal, the flesh replaced by a gunmetal grey prosthetic shot through with gold.
"Your arm..." you said hesitantly, not wanting to anger him. To your relief, he simply gave you an amused grin.
"Yep." He rapped on it with his normal hand. The metal rang dully as his knuckles struck it. "100% vibranium."
Suddenly, everything clicked into place.
A metal arm. Vibranium, no less. You went pale, realizing why they'd been able to pin you as an omega despite your use of suppressants. Supersoldiers, the media called them.
You'd seen these men's faces a thousand times before. On tv. In the news. In magazines. On social media.
Steve and Bucky.
Steve Rogers and James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes.
Captain America and the Winter Soldier.
"You're the Winter Soldier," you stated.
"And you..." You glanced at Steve. "You're Captain America."
Steve grinned and gave you a lazy salute. "At your service, ma'am."
"What on arth do you want with me?" you whispered.
Bucky closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Obviously, his patience was wearing thin. "We'll explain things later, doll. Right now, we really need you to drink this. You need to boost your electrolytes and blood sugar after that shot we had to give you."
You didn't make any move to take the tumbler from Bucky's hands. "Sweetheart, it's just apple juice," Steve said, exasperated. "I'm sorry we had to inject you before, but we didn't do anything to this, I promise." You still sat there, distrustful, eyes flicking between Bucky and Steve.
Bucky sighed. "Look, hon. I'll drink it myself." He raised the cup to his lips. You watched the juice shoot up the straw, the level of juice in the cup lowering slightly as he took a few sips and swallowed. He finished and held the cup out to you. "Will you drink now?"
Warily, you took the cup from him and took a sip.
You hadn't realized how dry your mouth was until the cool, sweet apple juice hit your tongue. You eagerly gulped the juice down. Bucky chuckled and Steve's smile widened as they watched you.
"Feel better?" Steve asked cheekily, one eyebrow quirked up.
"Good," said Bucky. "Well, I would say we owe you an explanation, but I think you already know why you're here with us."
You pursed your lips. The law said that any Alpha that wanted you could have you, first come first serve. It meant that Bucky was right: You knew that it was perfectly legal for Steve and Bucky to take you, but it still pissed you off. "Yeah, I understand," you said, "But it's far from right."
"It's for your own good, you know," Bucky said pointedly. "It's a law for a reason."
"It's a stupid law. And taking suppressants is supposed to be a workaround." You glared at Bucky. "But apparently, not to you."
Bucky didn't take the bait and react to your provocation. He just looked at you with that intense stare of his, holding your gaze until it made you uncomfortable. You looked away.
"Speaking of suppressants," Steve said, "The law also says that an omega under the age of 21 can't take suppressants unless they're prescribed by a doctor." He held up the bottle of over-the-counter suppressants that you carried with you everywhere. "Mind explaining what these were doing in your purse?"
You rolled your eyes. "My mom buys them for me so I don't have to worry about any rogue alphas getting too handsy. And it worked, too." You sighed flippantly. "At least, it did, until I ran into you."
Bucky's eyes widened. "How long have you been on them?" he asked sharply.
"Since i was a kid."
"Shit!" Bucky swore and looked at Steve, who had gone pale.
"What?" you demanded.
Bucky pressed a hand to his temple and groaned. "Steve- please, I can't..." He waved a hand in Steve's general direction. "I can't deal with this the right way."
You looked at Steve, fear gnawing at the pit of your stomach. "Deal with what?"
Steve sighed and came to sit on the edge of the bed opposite Bucky. "You obviously know what the Omega Protection Act is."
"Yeah. What about it?"
"Do you know why the OPA bans underage omegas from taking over-the-counter suppressants?"
You scoffed. "Of course I do. My mom told me. It makes sure alphas can get their hands on omegas as young as possible, just like every damn law that they pass for our 'protection'." You accentuated the last word with air quotes, tone dripping with sarcasm.
Steve swallowed, hard, and looked you dead in the eyes. "That's... that's not the reason, y/n."
"Then what is it?"
"Taking suppressants before their first heat can seriously damage an omega's reproductive system," he said quietly. "Permanently."
The color drained from your face. You desperately searched Steve's expression for any sign of deception, but found only sad sympathy.
"That can't be true," you whispered. Hot tears stung your eyes.
"I'm sorry," Steve said softly.
You turned to the other man. "Bucky," you said desperately. "Please, Bucky, that can't be the whole story. There's gotta be something else you're not telling me. My mom wouldn't... she's given them to me since I was twelve, she wouldn't do that if it were dangerous!"
Bucky shook his head slowly. "Steve told you the truth, doll."
"No, that's- that's not possible!" you insisted. "My mom wouldn't do something that could hurt me like that, she-" You choked back a sob. "I thought she loved me."
With that final sentence, the dam burst. The tears you had been trying so hard to hold back cascaded down your face in sparkling waterfalls.
In a matter of moments, your world had turned upside down.
Nothing would be the same ever again.
"Oh, baby," Bucky said, voice low and honey-sweet. "Come here."
He held out open arms to you and you hurled yourself into them, throwing your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder. Bucky smelled like forests and alcohol, like wind and wood, like sitting around a campfire and looking at the stars with the person you loved. The scent was heavy and intoxicating, making your hindbrain thrum and come to life.
Love him, it said. Love him and please him and do as he says, be good-obedient-submissive and be his forever.
No, you answered firmly. He kidnapped us. He's not our Alpha. We are getting through this and then we are going home.
We don't have a home anymore, it reminded you softly.
We don't have a home.
You ignored your hindbrain as best you could. Finding yourself an alpha had never mattered to you, and it still didn't. Being a good little omega for Steve and Bucky didn't matter to you, you reminded yourself. What mattered was making it through the now.
Bucky wrapped you in a firm embrace and pulled you to him, rubbing your back gently. He stood up, lifting you carefully as he rose, keeping you safe and sound as you cried into his shoulder.
"Steve," he said, "Can you please pull the covers back?"
"Sure." You heard the sound of fabric rustling, then were once again laid down on Bucky and Steve's soft bed. But this time, Bucky and Steve crawled under the covers beside you, Bucky pulling you to his chest, Steve acting as your big spoon.
You buried your face in Bucky's t-shirt. He caressed your head with his metal hand, running his fingers through your hair with a gentle, steady rhythm. Steve rubbed up and down your arm, his touch firm but tender. Neither man spoke. They simply held you as you cried, letting you release all the pain and heartbreak of realizing that your own mother had never truly had your best interests at heart.
Your hindbrain hummed contentedly, happy to be in the presence of two perfect, loving alphas. It was doing what it did best- rewarding you for being a good little omega and cuddling up with a big, strong alpha.
It felt good. It felt right.
And for once, you didn't fight it.
The three of you stayed like that, entwined in that perfect embrace, until your loud, tearful sobs dwindled to quiet, shuddering breaths. After a long while, you lifted your head out of Bucky's shirt, once again ready to face the world.
"Hey there." Bucky said softly. "Feeling better?"
"Yes," you mumbled Somehow, your thumb had found its way into your mouth. “Thanks, Daddy.”
“Daddy?” Steve's voice, lightly teasing.
You flushed with horrified embarrassment as you realized what had just slipped out of your mouth. “Oh! I- I’m sorry, I-”
Bucky interrupted you gently. "It's okay, sweetheart." he soothed, caressing you. "You're our little girl now, and we're gonna take good care of you."
"You're gonna be a good little girl for us, aren't you?" Steve cooed.
You hesitated, but your hindbrain was insistent. Do it. Do as he says. Be good-kind-sweet-little and let them take care of you.
Be their good little girl.
Mentally and emotionally exhausted, you gave in.
"Yes, Daddy." you said softly. "I'll be your good girl."
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