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[dejavuedits]

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[winterspiderpurrs]

Pack Omega Peter Parker 7 months pregnant.

He is normally a ray of sunshine.

But with his pregnancy hormones going, he has turned into a power bottom who gets mad so easily.

The Alphas just don't know how to handle it. Sure most of it they enjoy.

But when it's time to wake Peter up from his nap?

They are scared to wake him and have to deal with grumpy Peter.

Whose turn is it anyway to wake him??

#writing prompt #pack omega peter parker #alpha beta omega #omega peter parker #polyamorous peter parker #polycule #avengers polycule #peter parker x bucky barnes #starker #shieldspider #spidershield #winterspiderpurrs

[huffelpuff210]

Protecting, Chapter 4

You're heavy eyelids slowly flutter open, Feeling a extreme headache, You see an unfamiliar ceiling. Then the memories came back. Steve! The Alpha. He drugged you. You quickly sat up looking around, The room almost reminded you of a cabin. The walls were wooden like a cabin, the furniture was mostly old rustic wood, Even the bed frame was made of a thick mahogany wood,

You're breathing started to pick up you're anxiety getting the best of you. You get out of bed only to fall to the floor with a loud thud. You're limbs not quite agreeing with you're brain. Or it could be the drug he used working against you're suppressants.

You hear the door to the room open. You try to get up only to fall again. You hear the footsteps getting closer to you. You look up to see Steve with a glass of Orange Juice. He sets the glass on the end table.

"Oh sweetheart, You shouldn't have moved yet. I may have miss judged you're weight and gave you a little too much." He says with a chuckle as if this entire situating was normal.

He keels down in front of you. with a smile

"Here let me help you." He says you try to move away but you're limbs just won't work the way you want them to. He wraps you're arm around his neck as he scoops you up in his muscular arms.

"We need to get you to eat a little more, A young Omega like you shouldn't be this light." He says as he lays you on the mattress He helps you sit up.

He hands you the orange juice.

"Here this should help with headache." He says You slowly take the drink, you don't want to drink it but you're mouth is so dry.

So you gulp down the drink like you were stuck in the desert for a long time.

"Easy sweetheart, You don't want to choke." He says taking the now empty glass from you. You can smell the Alpha scent coming off of him.

It was a mix of Cedar and almost a hint of pine, it was making you uncomfortable that and the silence. You didn't dare look him in the eye. But you finally asked him the question you've been asking yourself since you woke up.

"Why.." You asked just below a whisper

"Because you are a Omega, You are very rare to come by, You are also harming you're body by taking Illegal substances." He says

You don't look at him.

"I was doing fine.." You say

"Not from where I was standing, you need someone to take care of you, protect you, not from others but yourself as well." He says

"I don't need protecting.." You say still looking down at your hands

Suddenly you feel him grab you're chin making you look at him finally.

"I think you do, And I think you need a mate." He says

That's when you got scared and Angry at the same time, Terrified because you know exactly what that means. It was the one thing you have been trying to avoid, Being under a Alpha's thumb is you're worst fear. Angry because he's already claiming he knows what you need.

"I don't need a mate." You say

"I beg to differ sweetheart." He says with a smile

"And in time you will see things my way." He says

You shake my head no,

"N-No, I'm not an Omega, I'm a Beta." You say

Suddenly He is on top of you, Smelling you're mating gland.

"You really think you can fool me with those sill suppressants, It's faint but I can smell you." He says

"Once we get you off those suppressants we can begin." He says with a smile

He gets off of you,

"Rest sweetheart I will talk to you more about what is all going to happen from here on out later." He says kissing you on the forehead then leaving the room.

#dark alpha steve rogers #dark alpha bucky barnes #dark avengers #mcu smut #alpha omega #omega reader #pack

[verxn]

Wrong day :>

Description: short and sweet 🫶🏾

Pairing: Tony Stark x Black fem reader

Note: hey….how my lovelies doing 💕

-

“Okay okay okay” I muttered to myself while getting things from around my closet. You may be wondering, y/n what the hell are you doing? I’m so glad you asked, I’m late packing!!!

*insert a reaction pic with tears and a thumbs up*

Yeah, so fun!!! Packing up at 1am when your flight leaves at 5am whew!!

Please tell me you understand my great great sarcasm, anyway, I’m just doing last minute packing since Tony said we were apparently going somewhere and decided to tell me last minute.

I sighed and looked down at the now fully packed suit case, now this is where the hard part comes in…closing the suit case….I cracked my knuckles one by one and started to do that “losing up” thing people do before lifting up something heavy (???)

I closed my suitcase and started to zip it up, at first, it wasn’t so bad, then it started to get a bit…challenging.

I grunted softly and put my knee on top of the suit case so I can close it easier. At first it worked then it had to be that ONE part where it gets stuck

“Oh fuck me” I said clearly annoyed. I then proceeded to sit my black ass on the suit case and started to zip it up once again. When I tell you it finally closed, thank god.

I did a little happy dance and picked up the suitcase, the bring it downstairs near the front door, as I was walking downstairs, I noticed it was quiet, too quiet

‘hm’ I thought to myself while sitting the black suitcase near the front door of our home. I started to walk near Tony’s little “man cave” and it was quiet?

It’s a little shocker because he always has music playing in the background, either because he’s working on something or he’s searching up new formulas etc etc

I walked down the stairs and typed in the code to get in, I walked near his working area and saw him hunched over the desk. I lightly tapped his shoulder, to see if he was alive….obviously

“hey Tony” I said softly while tapping him continuously, he grunted a bit and looked up at me tiredly. “Hm” he said groggily “why aren’t you packed up I thought we were going somewhere?” I replied

He gave me a confused look and answered “we are…but that’s not until Thursday…?” “It’s ….not Thursday?” I said confusedly with my hand resting on my hip

He shook his head “no honey, it’s Wednesday” he pointed to his computer and put his head down once again. I gave him the side eye look

Cause how you gonna wake me up, just for me to pack thinking our flight was gonna be at 5am today, when it’s really tomorrow. Sighing I shook him awake once again

“Tony get up and get in that bed” I said to him while walking away and scratching my head through the bonnet

I heard him getting up from behind me and before I made it to the door, he came up from behind while wrapping his arms around my hips, while his chin rests on my shoulder

“Alright now we can go” he replied in a sleepy voice, I chuckled softly and started to walk out from his little man cave and into our shared bedroom

-

#tony stark #black fem reader #black reader #ant man #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #peter parker #wanda maximoff #sam wilsom #tony stark x black!reader #tony stark x wife!reader #airport #packing #steve rogers

[holylulusworld]

The fitness pack - Bucky (2)

Summary: They are up to more than just helping you improve.

Pairing: Trainer!Bucky Barnes x Plus-Sized!Reader, Brock Rumlow x Plus-Sized!Reader

Characters: Trainer!Thor Odinson, Trainer! Steve Rogers, Trainer!Sam Wilson

Warnings: angst, chubby reader, language, abusive relationship (not Bucky or one of the fitness pack), angry Bucky, flirty Bucky, smut, unprotected sex, there is a hint of oral (fem rec), a hint of spanking, doggy style, dirty talk, fingering

A/N: Every man will get his own story. It’s the same reader but in every story, she gets with another member of the pack. This will not turn into a polyamorous story.

A/N2: In this 2-parter we will get to know more about the reader and how she ended up training with the fitness pack.

A/N3: Part 2/2

The Fitness Pack masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics

<< Part 1

He didn’t drive you home. No. Bucky convinced you to get on his bike and drove to his favorite restaurant to have dinner with you. 

Later he stopped at the ice cream parlor you like so much and then, he drove to his house.

ou didn’t make it inside, though. Bucky had you pressed against the door to kiss your breathless.

“Bucky, that’s not my home,” you moan against Bucky’s soft lips, fingers running through his tousled hair. “We should go inside.”

“Let me just kiss you some more,” guilt weighs heavy on your heart as you remember you still got a boyfriend. Well, you are not sure you still go him. He barely was at home lately and if he was, he only nagged about your weight. “You look so pretty tonight.”

“B-bucky, I still got a boyfriend,” he buries his face in your neck, kissing and nipping at your soft skin. “We can’t do this. I should talk to him first.”

“Baby doll, darling,” Bucky lifts his head to meet your eyes. “He will never bother you again. That man doesn’t love you. It drives me crazy to see you every week and not be able to touch you. Let me show you how a man should treat you, Y/N.”

“I-I’m not a cheater, Bucky,” he moves his lips back to your neck. “Let me just call Brock and tell him we need to talk. I can’t have sex with you knowing my boyfriend is waiting at home. That’s not who I am.”

“Let’s go inside and you can call him, Y/N. We don’t need to do a thing tonight. I just wanted you to know how sexy, beautiful, and special you are to me, okay,” he pecks your lips. “I didn’t want to make you feel bad. Sorry.”

“No—no,” you grasp for his hand. “Bucky, you made me feel beautiful and special tonight. I just can’t sleep with you while being with someone else. Brock and I…”

“I get it, Y/N,” he unlocks his door to let you inside. “You can use my landline or your phone. Do you want a drink, uh—or water? Coke, juice…a beer.” Bucky stammers. You never took him for the nervous type. “Or are you hungry? I could warm you something up.”

“Just give me a minute,” you nervously rummage in your bag to get your phone out. “I should tell Brock that I will run late. Can you leave me alone for a moment?”

“Sure thing, doll. I’ll get myself a beer and a late-night snack. If you want something, just holler,” Bucky walks toward the kitchen, not wanting to spy on you talking to your boyfriend. He sighs. Deep down inside Bucky knows it was wrong to kiss you before you broke things up with the bastard you call your boyfriend.

“Brock, it’s me again,” you pinch the bridge of your nose as your boyfriend won’t answer his phone. “Hey, I know you are still mad, but we need to talk.”

You inhale sharply as he finally answers the phone, shushing someone you can clearly hear in the back. “Babe, hey—uh. Where are you?” he mutters on the phone, not worried about you at all. “I was waiting for you to come home.”

“Sure,” someone giggles in the background. You can hear Brock say something to the girl, and she makes some noise as he tries to pretend there is not a girl in your shared apartment. “I guess you are busy with some girl right now. How about you do not fuck her on our bed!”

Bucky walks back inside the living room the moment you throw your phone against the wall. “Whoa, doll,” he jumps aside as it almost hit him. “What happened, Y/N.” He worriedly looks at you. “Y/N?”

“Fuck him,” you jump at Bucky, take him by surprise, and force him to stumble back to land on the couch. “I want you, now.”

“Doll,” he tries to stop you from opening his pants. “I can’t do this with you only as you are mad at your boyfriend. We should talk and…”

“He has another woman at our shared apartment right now. I bet he will fuck her on the bed I paid for,” you sniffle. “Brock doesn’t give a shit he hurts me while I felt guilty all the time as I dreamed of kissing you since the moment I met you.”

“Y/N, doll,” he cups your face to kiss you deeply. You melt against him, moaning against his lips. “You deserve better than this. I want to give you better.”

“Make me forget I ever wasted my time on him, Bucky. I want you to help me forget about Brock and the other girl…”

It didn’t take Bucky long to get you out of your clothes. “Fuck, would you just look at this,” you whimper as he spreads your legs to crawl between your thighs. “I’m gonna eat that sweet cunt alive.”

“Bucky, I haven’t shaved for a week and I…you know,” he lowers his head to brush his nose over your clit. “Please, I’m not sure you will like doing this.”

“Your pussy is as pretty as you are, doll,” you shriek as his strong arms wrap around your thighs to keep them open. “I’m going to feast on it for as long as I want to.”

“I want you to come up here,” you tug at his hair, forcing him to look up at you and not your throbbing cunt. “I want your cock inside of me. Fuck, I wanted it since the day I accidentally walked in on you at the showers.”

“You dreamed of my cock pounding your tight little pussy?” Bucky reluctantly lets go of your thighs. He looks at your cunt one last time, taking his time to imagine all the things he will do to you with his mouth when he gets the chance to do so. “You want me to fuck it until you beg me to stop?” he’s crawling up your body to cage you with his arms.

“Yeah…I think so,” you nervously chew on your lower lip. “You’re so sexy and got me all wet. It would be a waste, wouldn't it?”

“Oh, baby doll,” he wiggles his hips to settle between your legs, “I won’t waste one single droplet of your slick. You will be full of me until you get used to having my big dick inside your tight little pussy.” 

You whimper as his hand moves between your legs to run his fingers up and down your slit. He dips two fingers inside, slowly moving them in and out of your slicked sex. 

“Look at you, so good for me,” he watches your lips part, and your eyes roll back as he adds a third finger. “That’s a pretty pussy, and so wet for me. None of the others can ever touch you.”

He leaves you empty too soon. His fingers slip out of your cunt to replace them with his cock. Bucky presses the tip in, groaning as you slowly open up for him. “Fuck, Bucky,” you grip his shoulders so hard your nails dig in, “you’re so big.”

“Yeah, and this is all for you now, doll,” he angles his hips, slowly moving back and forth. “Only you.” Bucky inches his way inside your body, groaning as you wrap your legs around him. 

“Only me,” you question as he starts to rock his hips. “Bucky.” He grips your right thigh with his hand and spreads you a little wider for him. “Fuck, you feel so good inside of me.”

“Y/N, you feel perfect around me,” he searches your lips, moaning as you eagerly slip your tongue into his mouth. “Doll, I’ll never let you go again.” Bucky gives you deep thrusts, cursing as your hands fly to his ass to slap his cheeks. “Fuck, baby! You are a dirty girl.”

“I guess you should fuck me like a dirty girl then,” you squeak when he slips out of you to easily flip you on your belly. He brings you on hands and knees, slapping your ass a few times. “Fuck me as you mean it.”

“I’m gonna fuck you, babe,” Bucky grips your hips to push back inside of your dripping cunt. He doesn’t hold back this time. “This pussy is so fucking good.” 

You press your face into the cushions and sink your teeth into the fabric to keep the noises low. He feels too good, and it’s been too long since someone tried to make you feel like this. Wanted. Sexy. Beautiful.

“Shit,” he feels your walls tighten and tries anything to last a little longer. His hands roughly grip your hips to drag you onto his length with every powerful snap of his hips. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too,” you fist the sheets while cursing his name. “OH. FUCK. SHIT.” The damn breaks. You clench tightly around his twitching length and milk his cock dry. “Bucky.”

“Y/N,” the way he moans your name is the sexiest thing you ever heard. “Fuck, baby doll…”

“You look good in my shirt,” Bucky smirks as you try to get comfortable on his bed. “Do you need more water, baby?”

“I’m good, Bucky,” you giggle as he playfully swats your ass. “Sir, no groping your customer. It’s inappropriate.”

“What will you do now, doll?” he places the glass of water on the nightstand and lies next to you. “Y/N, you can’t stay with that man. He doesn’t deserve you.”

“I will move out,” he hums as you scoot a little closer to Bucky. ���I need to get my things first, though. I just don’t know if he will let me in.”

“Don’t worry, baby doll,” he smirks darkly. “I called the team while you were in the bathroom. We will get your belongings first thing in the morning. Don’t worry, Y/N. You are part of the family now…”

“What the fuck!” Brock struggles against Thor. He tries to break out of the tall blonde’s iron grip but the man won’t move an inch. Bucky instructed his friend to keep a close eye on your now ex-boyfriend. “You can’t just all walk inside my home.”

“You, shut your cakehole,” Steve mutters. He’s pissed that Bucky got the chance to win you over but won’t let your ex walk all over you. “We will get Y/N’s things and you’ll never contact her again. Got it?”

“I think he got it,” Bucky wraps his arms around your shoulders to lead you out of your apartment. “Y/N is my girl now, and you are only a faded memory.”

The team watches Bucky and you walk toward his bike, huffing. “Guess Buck won. A shame,” Steve sighs deeply, “she would’ve looked so pretty wearing my ring…”

This is Bucky’s ending. We will come back for the other members of the pack and more...

Tags in reblog.

#The fitness pack - Bucky (2) #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #Trainer!Bucky Barnes #trainer!Bucky barnes x fem!reader #plus size reader #fluff

[kassies-take]

If You Were Caught In A Make Out Session

Leah: *knocks on apartment door*

You: *opens door, pulls her shirt and kisses her*

Leah: *pulls away and smirks* not even a hi *closes the door behind her*

You: *smiles* hi. I’m so happy you’re finally here *tries to kiss her again*

Leah: *stops you* your parents?

You: away *locks the door and pulls her collar*

Leah: *kisses you* I *kiss* missed *kiss* you

You and Leah: *makes their way to the couch while making out*

Leah: if the ancestors saw this they would freak

You: I’m going to do such unholy things to your beautiful body that even the ancestors have no choice but to look away *pushes Leah onto the couch and straddles her*

Leah: *moans*

You & Leah: *makes out*

You: *tangles hands in Leah’s hair*

Leah: *hands go under your shirt*

You & Leah: *moans*

Leah: *flips you*

You & Leah: *lands on the floor, laughs*

Leah: *straddling you* you okay

You: I think I’d heal faster if you kiss me

You & Leah: *makes out*

Natasha: (Y/n)

You & Leah: *breaks apart*

You: *looks at Natasha and Bucky*

Natasha: *eyebrows raised and arms crossed*

Bucky: *smirks*

You: well… this is awkward

Natasha: Leah

Leah: nice to see you Mr & Mrs Romanoff-Barnes *awkwardly waves*

You: I thought you were away, we were in the middle of something

Bucky: yeah you were *goes to high fives you*

Natasha: James!

Leah: *gets off you and pulls you up*

Bucky: Nat, it’s natural. It happens

You: mine and Leah’s schedules haven’t been working, her with work and me on missions. We just got carried away

Natasha: *still glaring*

Bucky: I got this, go. *pushes Natasha to the kitchen*

You: *grabs Leah’s arm and pulls her to your room*

Natasha: keep the door open!

Bucky: use protection

Natasha: *backhands Bucky*

Leah: so your parents caught us

You: yeah… cuddles?

You & Leah: *cuddles*

Leah: *kisses your temple*

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[aju-nices]

눈물 나게 시큼한 맛 (Sour) 그런 게 만약 사랑이면 맛보고 싶지 않아 I just feel afraid Love is sour, love is sour grapes ❤️‍🔥

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[oblivion-crackships]

CRACKSHIP gifs → Crystal Reed x Sebastian Stan

#crystal reed #sebastian stan #crystalreededit #ceededit #sebastianstanedit #sstanedit #gotham #teen wolf #the winter soldier #allison argent #sofia falcone #bucky barnes #gif #gifs #gif hunt #gif pack #au #crossover #crossovers #crackship #crackships #manip #edit

[plantswithme]

i love the moment in ep 2 where bucky points out that he’s inside the building therefor: he’s way ahead of sam, but then sam shows up out of nowhere and bucky gets annoyed because he didn’t hear sam arrive at his side 😂

#hello? how are you #good. what did i miss? nothin. #then they bicker about how many people there are packing up the trucks #i miss them so much and the show so much #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #dove posts stuff

[monster-cock69]

Peter always spends his heats miserable, even though sex with Tony is normally wonderful. And then his alpha proposes inviting the team, because most of them are alphas, and that extra knots and fingers could go a long way toward him having a better experience.

It's the best heat he's ever had

#starker #poly pack #nff #everyone fucks #omegaverse #someone please write this #peter parker #tony stark #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #clint barton #bruce banner #bucky barnes #thor #avengers #marvel #spiderman #iron man #captain america #black widow #hulk #winter soldier #hawkeye #prompt #omega peter #alpha tony #wow thats a lot of tags

[youdidntseenothing]

Me to my hubby: I posted my first fiction in 20 years

Him: what's your pen name?

Me: No

Him: What? Afraid I'll look it up?

Me: Yes.

#somethings you dont need to know #support me from the shadows #falcon and winter solider series #bucky barnes #fatws bucky #james bucky barnes #steve x bucky #fatws #bucky x steve #omega bucky barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #fanart #female peter parker #omega peter parker #penny parker #pack omega #avengers pack #im writing again #im a writer

[imaginedreamwrite]

For every soft one, there’s a terror to match

The Nick’s

The dick’s

The dramatic bitch(es)

#what a mess #what a mess of alphas #mob!alpha pack and plus-size!omega reader #frat!alphas #Nick Vaughn #Nick Fowler #Ransom Drysdale #Colin Shea #Bucky Barnes #Johnny Storm

[canisonicscrewyou]

oh god oh fuck all my old cosplay stuff

#if I wasn’t so bulky and scratchy I’d ask who wants a bulbasaur shell backpack thing #I also found my punk Bucky Barnes vest !!! and my petticoats for my pinup TARDIS!!! #(and very specifically the Fanny pack I had for Amethyst???) #I’m literally just looking for Aziraphale’s fucking bow tie PLEASE

[holylulusworld]

The Fitness Pack - Bucky (1)

Summary: They are up to more than just helping you improve.

Pairing: Trainer!Bucky Barnes x Plus-Sized!Reader, Brock Rumlow x Plus-Sized!Reader

Characters: Trainer!Thor Odinson, Trainer! Steve Rogers, Trainer!Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Maria Hill

Warnings: angst, chubby reader, language, abusive relationship (not Bucky or one of the fitness pack), angry Bucky, flirty Bucky, violence, threats, also possessive Bucky, bets

A/N: Every man will get his own story. It’s the same reader but in every story, she gets with another member of the pack. This will not turn into a polyamorous story.

A/N2: In this 2-parter we will get to know more about the reader and how she ended up training with the fitness pack.

A/N3: Part 1/2

The Fitness Pack masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“Hi,” Maria can barely hear you as you whisper the word. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N, I called. You know, I want to lose weight. I—you see…I…”

“Maria, hey. Is the new client … oh, hello there,” someone whistles behind your back. You don’t think he meant you and try to talk to the woman behind the counter, ignoring the man standing too close for comfort. “Doll, what is a girl like you doing here?”

“I…what?” you cock your head to glance at the man stepping next to you. He’s smirking at you, holding out his hand while looking you up and down. His piercing blue eyes sparkle as you take his offered hand to shake it. “Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Hello, doll. My name is James Buchanan Barnes. But you, pretty girl, can call me Bucky,” he flashes you a smile while holding your hand a little too long for a friendly handshake.

“She called last Friday,” someone steps to your left. The tall blonde smirks as you feel like a pack of wolves just crowded you. “Name’s Thor, little one. How can I help you?”

“Uh-Thor, Jane Foster is waiting for you at the training hall. I signed the new client up with Bucky,” Maria gives you an encouraging smile before she turns her attention toward the papers on her desk. “Ms. Y/L/N, please fill out these forms.”

“I’ll help her,” Bucky snatches the papers out of Maria’s hands. “She will be my client, right? We should start with writing your information in the spaces. After we are done with the paperwork, you can tell me everything about how you ended up being my new doll…”

“What? I—” you splutter. Bucky already holds out his hand to lead you into the back to what you assume is his office. “I thought we want to talk about my goals and stuff.”

“We will, Y/N,” he holds the door open for you, humming as his eyes drift toward your ass. “Damn me. What a pretty little doll…”

“Why did you come here and what are your goals?” you watch the trainer hop onto the only desk in the office. He eyes you up and down, humming as you uncomfortably shift in your seat. “Y/N?”

“Uh—I,” you drop your gaze. “My boyfriend said I must lose weight. We are together for three years and he was…chubby too. Now he lost a lot of weight over the last year. I don’t match his taste any longer. He said that I can’t stay fat.”

“Doll,” Bucky hops off the desk and cups your chin. His hand on your face is surprisingly soft and his eyes are filled with worry. “Firstly, you don’t have to lose weight for anyone but yourself. If you want to feel fitter and lose weight, I’ll gladly help you, doll. But, if you want to do this to keep that punk of a boyfriend, you should leave right now.”

“Please, I need to—” he tuts you, shaking his head. “Please.”

“Y/N, no one should make you feel like that man calling himself your boyfriend did. Do you want to do this for yourself? Do you?” Bucky searches your face as you silently nod. “Good. Then I’ll help you, pretty girl. Just say the word and we will make you sweat in no time.”

You giggle at his playful tone, but there is something in his eyes that tells you he’s mad at your boyfriend. “I’d like to feel fitter and lose weight. Can you help me?”

“With pleasure, Y/N,” he leans a little close, and you flutter your eyes close as he just holds your face in his hands. “How about I show you around and introduce you to the other trainers?”

“That would be nice,” you mumble, eyes still closed to enjoy Bucky’s warm hands on your face.

“You already met Maria, our receptionist, and jack of all trades. Thor, the blonde from earlier is one of our trainers and you should stay away from him. He’s a heartbreaker. Just stick to my side.”

“You lost like ten pounds,” your boyfriend argues outside the gym. You asked him to drive you to the gym today as your car is still broken. “What are you doing all the time at a gym if you can’t even lose weight?”

“I started two months ago, Brock. Bucky helped me find my rhythm and the exercises I need to lose weight and become fitter. I lost over ten pounds in not two months. What else do you want? I did everything you wanted me to do. I haven’t eaten anything today…”

“Doll, hey! You’re early today,” Bucky casually strolls toward you and your boyfriend. Brock glares at Bucky, grunting as your trainer holds out his hand. “Hi, you must be her brother.”

“I’m her—” Brock huffs. He stuffs his hands into his pockets and ignores Bucky’s offered hand. It seems like it’s embarrassing to him to admit that you are his girlfriend.

“That’s my boyfriend Brock,” you give Bucky a tight smile. He doesn’t need to know about the fight you just had with your boyfriend. “He was nice enough to drive me to the gym. My car is broken and…”

“You should help her lose weight, not stand here and chit-chat with her and me. Go inside and make her sweat,” you stiffen as you can see the vein in Bucky’s neck pop out. He clenches and unclenches his fists, huffing as Brock keeps on talking shit about you, your weight, and the fitness studio.

“Y/N, be a doll and go inside. You can warm up with Sif and Maria. I’ll be there in a minute to make you sweat,” Bucky’s face is stoic, but his voice is low and threatening. “I’ll be right there.”

“Okay,” you want to peck Brock’s lips, but he turns his head and huffs, not wanting any affection from you. “See you later Brock.”

“Yeah sure. I can’t drive you home, though. I got an important meeting later and don’t want to be late,” Brock doesn’t have a meeting later. You know that. It’s his day off, and he seems to have forgotten that you are taking care of his schedule most of the time.

“It’s fine. I can take the bus,” as Brock doesn’t seem to want you around any longer, you walk inside the gym to change clothes. 

It takes Bucky thirty seconds after you left him with Brock to slam your boyfriend into the wall and press his forearm against his throat. “Do you know why I’m holding you against the wall like the weakling you are?”

“No—” Brock struggles against Bucky’s strength. He doesn’t know the brunette and his friends used to be more than fitness trainers once upon a time. And he doesn’t know Bucky grew fond of you the moment he laid eyes on you, and well, your sweet ass.

“You see, no man should act like that around a lady. Y/N is a pretty girl, smart and soft. She tries so hard to get fitter and slimmer for an idiot like you,” Bucky smirks as someone tabs his shoulder. “I’m kind of busy here.”

“Buck, what did that poor guy do?” Steve snickers as his friend only grunts in response. “We should get to work.”

“That’s Y/N’s boyfriend. The idiot I told you about,” Bucky slams Brock into the wall as your boyfriend tried to break out of his tight grip. “Stay there and listen closely.”

“Christ, what’s going on out here,” Thor grumbles as he, Peter and Sam walk toward the gym. “Peter, did you forget to bring the trash out last night?” the tall blonde looks at Brock, remembering your boyfriend’s face from one of the pictures on your phone. 

“That him?” Sam steps toward Brock to get a closer look at your boyfriend. “Good work roughing him up, Buck. Can I have a piece too?”

“Guys, we shouldn’t threaten people outside of our gym. I think that bastard got the message,” Steve grunts. “Buck, let that asshole go. Another time.”

“No,” glaring at Brock your trainer tightens the hold on your boyfriend. “I want you to be a good boyfriend from now on. You’ll support your girl and tell her she looks freaking hot. She’s beautiful and works hard.”

“She’s barely average,” Brock spats. “I don’t know why I put up with her shit for so long. If you are all so into her, you can have her. Now let go of me. I don’t want that fat bitch any—”

“BUCK!” Sam, Steve, and Thor yell in unison as Bucky rams his fist into Brock’s face. He punches him roughly, grunting and muttering all the while seeing you right in front of him.

“GET OUT OF MY SIGHT AND NEVER EVEN LOOK AT MY GIRL AGAIN!” like a feral animal Bucky pushes his opponent around. He easily dodges Brock’s attacks and kicks him to the ground. “Stay down if you don’t want to lose all of your teeth. No one talks like that to Y/N. No one!”

“I guess we will lose the bet,” Steve sighs as his friend storms into the gym, muttering under his breath. “He just broke her boyfriend’s face to protect her. How shall we top that?”

“Uh—we can still try,” crossing his arms over his chest, Sam watches you walk toward Bucky, gasping as your eyes land on his bloody knuckles and his split lip. “Great, now she’s all over him.”

“She will fix his face and more,” patting Sam’s back roughly Thor watches you hover over Bucky like a mother hen. You sniffle as he tells you he got attacked by a stranger. He can’t tell you he roughed your boyfriend up for acting like a douche around you. 

“Gentlemen, we should admit our defeat,” Thor doesn’t agree with Sam. He glares at him, not wanting to give up on you.

“No. The bet is still on. Bucky didn’t win yet…”

“We should train, Y/N,” Bucky mumbles as you open the first aid kit to clean his knuckles. “Doll, I’m fine. It barely hurts.”

“It hurts?” you whimper as your eyes land on his hands again. “Why did that man attack you, Bucky? Did he want your money?”

“He just wanted to let his frustration out on someone. Don’t worry about me Y/N. Just worry about yourself and that man you call your boyfriend,” he stops you from cleaning his split knuckles, gently grabbing your hand to hold it. “He’s not worth your time, doll. That man treats you badly. There are better men out there. Men admiring you, and how pretty you truly are.”

“I’m not pretty Bucky,” you give him a sad smile. “That’s why I stayed with Brock for so long. Okay. No other guy will ever look at me twice. Brock and I are together for three years. We wanted to lose weight and Brock just…he worked harder, I guess.”

“Doll,” Bucky shoves the first aid kit aside to cup your face, “he’s an ugly man. Inside and outside.” You chuckle as Bucky scrunches up his nose. “You shouldn’t let that punk touch you and your body. Baby doll, you deserve a man worshipping every inch of your body. A man pounding your sweet pussy so good you can’t walk straight for a week.”

“Bucky,” heat creeps into your cheeks and you giggle as Bucky swipes his thumb over your lower lip. “Why are you saying things like that?”

“I know he doesn’t treat you right,” he mumbles now, eyes dropping to your lips. “And the way you hungrily look at me anytime we have a session tells me you are longing for a cock filling you so good it almost hurts. But I’ll never hurt you, doll. We will make it fit.”

He cups your face with both hands, lips barely brushing against yours. “Bucky, I,” he softly presses his lips against yours, purring as you open your mouth to him. “B—”

“Pretty girl, let me take you home tonight…”

>> Part 2

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CH ~ 1

“Many people both through social media and interviews believe that your magazine, Melanin, is racist. How do you respond to that?”

“I don’t see how anyone could say Melanin is racist,” you hear yourself say during your latest virtual interview with Gayle King on CBS Mornings. You would’ve rather made an appearance on the Today Show with Hoda Kotb and Jenna Hager. At least then you could’ve had the luxury of sipping on Mimosas. You knew the second Gayle greeted you with her plastic smile she was really picking you apart from your Bantu knots and braids to your black matte lipstick and sleeveless wine red jumpsuit with the embellished flounce on your left shoulder to the dog tags you never take off, dangling around your neck.

“So you don’t believe your exclusion of Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson in last February’s issue containing the article African Americans and their Impact in Wrestling, is considered racist?”

You knew that this was basically what the entirety if this bullshit interview was about. The Rock, who you were and still are a major fan, was excluded from your article was Dwayne Johnson pulled a Tiger Woods. He even had the nerve to drop a couple alligator tears about it on Good Morning America. The jackass.

“No, I do not. For one, I did not exclude Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson. He excluded himself when he publicly stated that he identifies himself as Samoan, not Black.” You stopped to take a sip from your iced coffee, heeding Asia’s hand signals to calm down. It made perfect sense that when he father died, he would retract and the world would pretend that his ‘slip of the tongue’ never happened. “I respect Dwayne Johnson’s chosen identity and when we feature Samoan wrestlers impact on the industry he will have a place on that list.”

Not all bad publicity was harmful. While the social media Karen’s had called for canceling you and Melanin (one particularly foolish person went as far as to suggest that your degrees should be taken from you), your magazine sold more copies and subscriptions than ever.

After a poignant pause, Gayle gathered herself. “From one editor to another, the goal of magazine journalism is to reach everyone, not exclude a single group of people.”

“That’s yours and your magazine’s creator’s goal. From the very first issue to the issue my team is currently putting together at this moment, I have stated in no uncertain terms that Melanin’s mission is to promote black excellence and to give others a glimpse of what it means to be a black woman, a black man, a black transgender, a black nonbinary, and a black member of the LGBTQ+ in a world ruled by non-people of color. There’s a full dating section because that’s something we’ve never had with Cosmopolitan. There’s a full recipe section because that’s nonexistent in the Food Network.”

“And what about Essence? Are you saying taht the number one magazine for African Americans does not uphold your standards of black excellence?” her condescending lilt irked your nerves.

“No. In my opinion, Essence Magazine’s definition of black standards means pandering to the actors, something that in no way whatsoever affects the black communities.”

You clicked off the tv, rolling your eyes. Essence Magazine was not at all happy with your response. Sure, you could have printed a retraction, but you never wavered on your beliefs. You refused to start with the competition.

You turned back to your mirror with a sigh. There was a time when you hated the sight of your own reflection. For you, looking in the mirror used to mean seeing the glaring physical differences between yourself, your mother, and your fraternal twin sister Faith. You didn't have your mother's flowing platinum white hair. You didn't have her mysterious seagrass green eyes, but the most defining, discouraging difference between your mother, your sister, and yourself is your lack of magical prowess. Your birth marked the first nonmagical child in your family's history since the 19th century when your ancestor conceived a son through rape.

Being a witch was a staple of the physiology of the women of your family's bloodline. Being witches forged this unbreakable bond between your mother and Faith while creating a deeply hurtful distance between you and them. A distance that grew worse with time. Once Faith experienced her first menstrual cycle, she and your mother left you and your daddy so that Faith could experience life within the coven...or that was the excuse your mother gave.

When you were fifteen, your daddy took you to your favorite restaurant and let you pick whatever DVDs you wanted from Blockbuster. It was his go-to whenever he had to give you bad news. He decided it was time to divorce your mother. Since she and Faith left, your mother had been subsequently expelled from the coven for engaging in an affair with the king of vampires. You can still remember the pain in your daddy's voice. You were hurt and disgusted.

After they left, you spent your summers reading your family's journals. Grandma Althea never spoke to you directly about vampires or her hatred of them, but in one journal written by her sister, Aunt Sheila, she recounted the night Grandpa Cecil was murdered by Robert, the vampire king's father. Your grandma raped and tortured by the ruthless abomination barely left alive. The thought of your mother leaving your daddy for the son of the monster who hurt her own mother and murdered her father sickened you. You don't exactly hate your mother, but you are as close to it as a person can be.

But there was a silver lining. Through your mother's treachery and abandonment, you developed a close, loving relationship with your daddy and grandma. Grandma Althea was crazy about your daddy and graciously opened her home to him when he and your mother married. Grandma Althea was born blind and after Grandpa Cecil's murder, the responsibility of her care fell to your mother as she was the only child. Even to this day, with your daddy remarried and your mother in the wind, Grandma Althea still lives with him.

You inherited everything from your daddy. From your gaptoothed smile to your darker curls. It took years of positive affirmations from your daddy and weekly visits to your therapist to help you see that being different from your mother and sister in both looks and abilities was okay. Now, you held your head high and you were proud to be Sam Wilson's daughter.

Usually, you thought of your mother and sister as little as possible, but those old feelings of resentment and hurt began to stir when your daddy mentioned that your mother was trying to reach out to you for some reason.

You were beyond pissed that she thought she had the right to ask anything of you, especially after the last twenty years of radio silence. Your daddy's eyes held nothing but patience and understanding as you vented your frustrations. "You're allowed to feel angry, but no matter what she's done, she's always going to be your mother, baby."

You shook your head, resolving to think about what you were going to do about your mother and by extension, your sister, another time. Right now you had better things to do. Like getting ready for date night. You patiently unraveled your twists, thrilled over the visible changes in your hair from switching products. You put the finishing touches on your hair and used your Denman brush, giving your curls lift and volume.

With your hair done, you pulled off your robe and set to lotioning your skin with your favorite body butter. Or rather, Bucky’s favorite body butter. He could barely keep his hands off you as it was, but he practically tries to gobble you up whenever he smells the chocolaty scent on your skin. You slipped on your bra and panties thinking over your weekend plans. Bucky and the pack were having another one of their Friday night barbecues. He told you not to worry about bringing anything, but of course, Jensen nixed that thought, texting you earlier in the week. He begged you to bring your homemade mac and cheese and a red velvet cake. You could never say no to Jensen.

You pulled a botanical print blue minidress from your closet. You were going to wear jeans and a flowery blouse, but then Darcy texted you, saying all the ladies were dressing up tonight because it was the first official barbecue of the midway point of the spring season. You were sure Darcy was making that up as a cover for something else, but you went with it anyway because loved the pack barbecues.

You reached for your shoes when you heard the tap tap outside your window. You turn with a grin, happy to see your little friend.

“Alpine!” you hurriedly opened the latch. The snow-white pygmy owl with the oddest blue eyes hooted in greeting. “Where have you been hiding? I missed you.” The little owl cooed against your fingers letting you stroke the top of his head. Alpine adopted you a year ago and normally visited every few weeks, but this last time, he stayed away for almost two months. You were a little worried he might have been eaten by a hawk or something. “You’ve been gone for so long. I don’t have any treats for you today.” Alpine didn’t seem to mind. He was content with just sitting in the palm of your hand. You kept your hand on the windowsill. The few times you first tried pulling your hand inside, Alpine would do a strange little hop and fly back to the windowsill. “I would love to catch you up on everything you’ve missed, but I’m going out.” As if Alpine understood you, Alpine hopped out of your hand and watched you slip on your white Gucci sandals. You glanced back to the window, unsurprised to find Alpine already gone.

You grabbed your purse rooting through it making sure you had your keys, cellphone and charger, and your wallet. You grabbed your small overnight bag, intending to spend the entire weekend on the colony with Bucky. You could pack as less as possible. After the first couple of months of dating, Bucky bought duplicates of your favorite body wash, deodorant, perfumes, body creams, and the sparse cosmetics you used. He even kept his bathroom stocked for your monthly sanitary needs so that you would always feel comfortable. You checked your bedroom one last time for anything you might forget before shutting off the lights.

In the kitchen, you carefully boxed up the double-layer red velvet sheet cake. The macaroni and cheese, well, that was going to be an issue in itself. There were exactly thirteen wolves who all had mates, and dozens of children running around. The men and the children had appetites like literal wolves, so instead of one pan, you ended up making six. You were going to have to call Bucky and tell him even with the cute wicker basket he begrudgingly installed on the front of his motorcycle, just for you, you would probably need to drive your car.

There was a single knock on your door, making you smile. “Baby doll?” he called to you, using his key to open the door.

“In the kitchen!”

Bucky stepped into your kitchen looking like a biker’s wet dream. He wore his tight jeans, dark blue Henley, and leather jacket and boots. “Hey, baby doll,” he grinned, catching you as you launched yourself in his arms. Bucky pressed his nose into your curls, breathing in your scent. “I missed you,” he mumbled against your neck, the touch of his lips had you shivering.

It was only a few hours since you last saw each other, but you felt the same way. Embracing his warmth, inhaling the scent of sandalwood, aged leather, the trees after a rainstorm, and something that was simply Bucky, you felt whole. His strong hands swept under your thighs, lifting you so you could koala hug him, and kicked the door closed behind.

“We may have a slight problem,” you said with your lips still against his neck.

“You mean a problem like you letting Jensen talk you into cooking for the entire pack and now we can’t take my bike?”

You froze, pulling back to look at him. His eyes glittered and his mouth twitched in amusement. Jensen never could keep a secret. “When did he tell you?” you asked with a sigh.

Bucky snorted. “He was antsy the whole day at the site, going on and on about the barbecue and how he should break it to Luci that she didn’t need to cook anything without her taking it personally.” Bucky shook his head. “And we all know Jensen will only risk her giving him the silent treatment if your cooking is involved.” He walked you closer to the counter as he explained, holding you up with his metal hand, and letting the other gently rub your back. “Oh, baby, you didn’t need to do all this.” Bucky opened the smaller Tupperware bowl, looking down at you with a cocked eyebrow.

“You know how much Darcy loves my deviled eggs.” Bucky looked at you with soft eyes, making you squirm in his arms. “What is it?”

“That’s one of the things I love about you. You’re always taking care of everyone around you.” Your face felt hot. Even after three years of being together, you were still not used to being loved and wanted wholly and unconditionally. “After Jensen finally confessed to coercing you--”

“You know that’s not what happened.”

“--he surrendered the keys to his jeep.”

“Jensen let you drive the Blackbird?” the man loved his comics.

“After ten minutes of following me around explaining that she prefers to be handled this way and not that way and that I should thank her after every stop. I swear to God I was this close to putting him in a headlock.”

“Be nice to Jensen. She’s his pride and joy.”

Bucky’s response was to kiss you long and slow until your toes curled in your shoes. You almost considered skipping the barbecue and making it up to the pack tomorrow, but Bucky had other plans. He lowered you down, gathering all the boxes. “Do you have everything?”

“Yep,” you answered, trying to shake off that breathless feeling you get whenever he kissed you. You grabbed your overnight bag, purse, and laptop case, looking back at the stove one last time to check that it was off. “Let’s go.”

Bucky loaded the pans along with your bags into the backseat of Jensen’s Jeep Gladiator, while you climbed in the passenger seat. You spent a great deal of your time in the colony, but a few members of the pack still weren’t overly thrilled that you not only knew their secret, but that you were dating their Alpha. Crimson hair and prying eyes came to mind. Wanda Maximoff never outright expressed her displeasure of your presence in the colony, but you could feel it in the way she looked at you. Whether it was because you didn’t share in their curse or because your ancestors created the curse, you often felt like Wanda hated you. You mentioned it to Bucky once, wondering if Wanda was a spurned ex-lover or a hopeful potential that never quite had the chance to grow into something more. It was not his story to tell, but Bucky assured you there was nothing remotely romantic between them. Wanda was just a grieving woman who lost her husband, sons, and brother in the same year.

You glanced over at Bucky as he drove you out of the Parish and away from civilization. You thought about how much your life would change when you inevitably moved in with him. You knew you would miss New Orleans city life. You would miss the tourists arriving in droves every year to gorge themselves on liquor and gumbo, explore the haunted plantations, and get lost in the music and revelry of the town. But there was a lot to look forward to in living in the colony. They had a community of their own set deep in the woods. There was a school, a grocery store, a drive-in theater, a bar that was kid-friendly between 2 and 4 pm every day and all day on weekends, a baseball field, and your absolute favorite thing of all, the little market and swap meet opened every Sunday.

Bucky noticed your dreamy stare. “What?” he laughed.

“Just thinking.”

“Must be something good with the way you’re looking at me.”

You bite your lip and say it out loud. “I was thinking about how much I’m looking forward to settling into the colony with you.”

His eyes widened and if you weren’t so sure of the love between the two of you, you would have felt discouraged by the sheer panic on his face. “Did Jensen say something to you?”

Your eyebrows rose. “Was he supposed to?” Jake did tell you everything, but if there was something he knew about you and Bucky that he was supposed to keep to himself, nothing and no one could pry it out of him. You took in Bucky’s body language. The way he shifted in the seat. How his eyes flickered from you to the road. The way his hand twitched and flexed atop your bare thigh. “Whenever you’re ready to tell me, I’ll be there to listen.”

His shoulders sagged as he took your hand, kissing the back of it. “Thank you, baby doll.”

A comfortable silence settled between you with Jensen’s eclectic mix of one-hit wonders playing and Bucky humming softly to Level 42’s Something About You. “Um, what?”

Your face felt inflamed when The Weather Girls began to play. Jensen hacked your playlist last year to get ideas for your birthday party and discovered that you listened to It’s Raining Men 10,981 times. “Hey, these ladies had two of the most powerful voices, even better than ninety percent of the ‘artists’ putting out albums now.”

“I’m not saying they don’t,” Bucky placated you with a poorly concealed smirk. “I just didn’t think Jensen listened to disco.”

“You could argue it’s post-disco since it’s 1982,” you shrugged. “Besides, Jensen is pretty open to just about anything.”

“Hmm.” Before you could ask what that one-worded response meant, Bucky said, “I miss hearing you sing.”

“Uh-uh. I don’t sing. You know that.”

“Are you forgetting karaoke night in the Obsidian Arrow?”

“Oh, that doesn’t count! You know Darcy got me drunk off my ass that night.”

“Come on, sing for me, baby doll,” Bucky fought completely unfairly, flashing you those beautiful blue eyes, begging you like he did whenever he wanted you to scream his name.

“Fine, but I want reciprocals.”

His hand inched a little higher up your thigh, his pinkie slipping underneath the hem of your dress. “Since when have you ever had to ask me to reciprocate? If it was up to me, I would spend day and night with my face between those soft thighs.”

“Bucky,” you whined, feeling both embarrassed and aroused. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled. “You sing this and I will sing something for you.”

You hid your knowing smile. Bucky was so eager to agree that he forgot his only stipulation when you asked him to sing. No Mötley Crüe. Bucky starts the track over and you begin to sing, focusing primarily on Martha Wash’s unforgettable lyrical cadence. Partially forgotten memories of Sunday mornings in the kitchen, singing with your mother as she cooks, come to you unwillingly, and in that moment, you don’t hate it.

“That was beautiful,” Bucky complimented sincerely. “ I wish you would sing more often.”

You skip songs on Jensen’s playlist looking for that one you’ve been dying to hear Bucky sing. “Singing is not for me. Faith is the one with the voice.”

“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” Bucky sighed.

“Do what?”

“Make everything about your sister. Immediately expect everyone to favor her because she’s a witch.” Bucky had never met your mother and sister, and given his comments which bordered more aggressive than passive, a small perverse part of you looked forward to the day it inevitably happened. “You’re not a witch, but you’re magical regardless. Will you remember that for me?”

You swallowed the sudden lump in your throat, nodding. “I promise.” Finally, that familiar piano rift you searched for filled the car, and Bucky made a face. “Reciprocals.”

“No, no, no, no, babe, I’m begging you. Anything else!”

“Re-cip-ro-cals,” you repeated.

“You’re killing me, Smalls,” he groaned.

“Need I remind you, the night we met, you literally jumped on the bar and sang Hungry Eyes a cappella just to get my attention?”

“That song is a classic!” he defended, sticking his pretty lips in a full pout. “Besides, it was either I sing Hungry Eyes or Da Ya Think I’m Sexy with the full gyrating hips dance, and there’s no way the pack would ever let me live that down.”

Your mind went blank a little imaging Bucky doing Rod Stewart’s sex dance just for you. “Stop trying to distract me. You promised reciprocals and THIS is the song I want to hear you sing.”

Bucky huffed, shaking his head. “Fine. One time and time only.”

You had been a part of many heated discussions between Bucky and various members of the pack, including Jensen, as to why he hated rock, specifically rock music of the 1980s. You came to learn it was not the music itself, but the bands he hated. He hated the way they squandered their talents on drugs and alcohol, but most of all, he was completely disgusted by the way they used and in many cases, abused, women. It made you love him even more.

But as Bucky started to sing, your eyes misted over. His voice, Jesus, his voice. Bucky singing Home Sweet Home had to be the single most beautiful experience of your life so far. You were never a fan of the band and Home Sweet Home was the only song of theirs with a permanent place in your playlist.

When the song ended, Bucky glanced over at you. His cheeks tinged pink as you gazed at him with your chin in your palm. “Come on, baby doll, don’t look at me like that.”

“But that was so beautiful, Buck!  I could listen to you sing that for the rest of my life.”

“I’ll sing it for you every day,” he promised. “We’re going to have some visitors this weekend.”

“Oh? Who’s visiting?”

“T’Challa, Shuri, Ayo, and Okoye.”

“Really? I’ve missed them!” the Wakanda Pack was Bucky’s biggest ally. In the supernatural world, it was considered an anomaly for a pack of shifters to align themselves with werewolves, but the Wakandans couldn’t care less what anyone thought of them. They even gave Bucky a nickname. The White Wolf. “I wonder if Shuri will have time to braid my hair,” you mused, thinking how the local hairdressers sucked in comparison to the young genius.

“She will if you ask. They’re going to be hanging around for a while.”

“Oh, really? What’s the occasion?”

“Well, we’ve been planning a visit for a while. Either with us coming to them or them coming to us.”

It was a plausible explanation, but you still felt like Bucky was holding something back from you. You could not gauge whether or not it was something bad. You trusted him, though. You always had and you always would.

The moment you crossed over into the colony, you felt an immense sense of ease. You never felt unsafe in your apartment, but the sheer peace and joy you felt being around Bucky’s pack were only equal to being back home with your daddy and Grandma Althea. You could see children riding in the streets, eager to enjoy the last; hour before sunset. Some of the kids even rode up alongside the Blackbird waving at you and Bucky.

You passed the library Bucky, Jensen, and a few of the others were still building. “Oh, Bucky, the library looks amazing.” Bucky showed you the designs months ago, but you were unprepared for the magical, cottage core look. The exterior looked nothing like a traditional library. It was more like a two-story Victorian cottage with Bucky’s special Hobbit front door. “The kids are going to love it.”

“You have no idea. Davey keeps asking me when will we be done so Ms. Wilson can finish reading them The Boxcar Children.” You laughed, remembering the last time the pack threw a weekend barbecue and all of the little children surrounded you on your blanket as you read little Monica the first in the nineteen book series. “We’ll be finished with it by the end of the month.”

To no great surprise, Jensen was waiting for the two of you when you pulled up. “Is she okay? Did anything happen? You remembered how I told you to handle her, right?” he asked Bucky, barely pausing to take a breath.

Bucky opened the door for you, helping you climb down. You turned away from the two wolves grabbing your bags from the backseat. “Jensen, if you don’t the hell out of here about this damn Jeep--”

“Hey, that’s my girl you’re taking in vain like that!” Jensen yelped.

“I wouldn’t have had to touch your girl had you not roped my girl into cooking for you.”

“Oh, like I’m really the only one who begs for Rogue’s cooking!”

Bucky rolled his eyes, hard, at Jensen’s nickname for you. “You know what--?”

“Okay, okay,” you stepped between them knowing that Jensen would keep poking and prodding at Bucky until they were both on the ground wrestling like rambunctious pups. “Jensen, will you please grab the food out of the Blackbird and put it with everything else so we can drop my bags off?”

“Of course,” Jensen smiled sweetly, pecking you on the cheek, ducking smoothly when Bucky went to cuff him on the back of the head. “OOH, do I smell deviled eggs?”

You smacked his hands away as he was reaching to open the tray. “Don’t you dare. Those are for Darcy.”

“Aww, but there’s so many! Can’t I have just one?” he pouted at you.

“You can have one,” you shrugged, watching his eyes light up. “But ask yourself this, is being turned into a throw rug at the hands of a hormonal eight months pregnant mom-to-be because you got in the way of her cravings really the way you wish to leave this earth?”

Jensen paled. Darcy was as sweet as can be, but these last few months she was a complete lioness. “Fine. I’ll leave them alone.”

“Smart man,” the familiar gruff voice spoke up behind Jensen. Brock Rumlow, Darcy’s husband, and the next in command after Jensen, reached past the both of you. “I’ll take these. If Darcy rips your head off I’m not lifting a finger to stop her. Rumlow’s eyes flickered to Bucky with indifference. “Barnes.”

“Rumlow.”

You never quite understood how Bucky and Rumlow could be in a pack together. They seemed a breath away from mutual hatred, perhaps even enemies in another life, but it always tickled you to see this 5’3 woman make the towering, perpetually angry man quit being an asshole long enough to respect the man that offered them safety and sanctuary.

“Thanks for making these for, Darce,” Rumlow said, taking you by surprise. You’re pretty sure he’s only ever spoken to you once and that was when Bucky first introduced you to the pack. Three years ago. “I’ve tried, but she only likes yours.”

Even something as simple as not getting a deviled egg recipe quite right was taken as a failure in Rumlow’s eyes. You normally hoarded your recipes like a dragon collecting gold, but… “I’ll give you a copy of the recipe tomorrow.”

If you blinked, you would have missed the smile brightening Rumlow’s face giving you an inkling as to what Darcy saw in the man. “Thank you.” He cut his eyes to Barnes, his expression going blank once more. “Barnes.”

“Rumlow.”

He stalked away with his wife’s deviled eggs without bothering to speak another word to Jensen. “So, that happened,” he mumbled, watching Rumlow’s retreating form. “I’m going to go and get the steaks on the grill. Hurry and bring her back, Jimmy, everyone’s been dying to see her.”

Bucky carried your bags up the steps to his cabin. You could already smell the grill and hear the faint sounds of children’s laughter from the lake. The first time you realized all the cookouts and parties were held down by the lake, your anxiety spiked to one hundred. Bucky, love and pride swelling in his eyes, took your hand and let you watch the kids, some no older than four-years-old swim like Olympic medalists.

You stepped inside Bucky’s cabin blinking slowly. Your boyfriend had been busy since your last visit. It was already beautifully built, and the biggest in the colony in cases of attacks, but now the stairwell leading to the top floor was carpeted. The pillars were no longer wood, but cobblestone. The wood was now varnished and looked more red than brown. He replaced the leather furniture with the softest, plushest couches and chairs you’ve ever touched. Fresh flowers were placed on end tables and there were three realistic-looking trees placed around the living room that you’ve never seen before.

You turn to Bucky. He stood at your side brushing his hands down his jeans and looking anxious. “I thought maybe it was time to leave behind the rustic look. If there’s anything you don’t like or want me to bring in just tell me and I’ll--”

“Baby,” you put your hands on his chest, bringing them to his shoulders. “You don’t have to change anything for me. I love the way it looks, and I love the way it looked before. I’m happy when you are.”

Bucky closed his eyes, gently pressing his forehead against yours. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do.”

“No, I really don’t.”

“Bucky, you’ve been odd all night. Is something wrong?”

Instead of answering you, Bucky gestured for you to take a seat on the couch. You did, taking off your shoes, and watching him start a fire in the fireplace. Warmth quickly spread through the room. You could have dozed off if you weren’t so concerned about what Bucky could be holding back from you.

He sat beside you, taking off his jacket. “I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

“Bucky, if this is the part where you confess to me that Jensen’s famous steaks come from the two-legged variety rather than four, I should tell you that I already figured that out.  We don’t have to talk about it.” It was obvious to you when you realized the steadily declining crime rates while missing person cases of violent criminals were on the rise around New Orleans.

Bucky’s lips twitched. “Glad to know our choice of beef is Wilson Approved.” His smile dropped along with his shoulders. “But that’s not what I have to tell you.”

You take Bucky’s metal hand between yours waiting patiently for whatever it is he wants to confess. He keeps his gaze on your hands. Your soft brown skin entwined with the cool black and gold vibranium gives him strength.

“How much do you know about wolves and werewolves?”

You think back to the summers when you were a child and would visit Grand Aunt Sheila and Bonnie. While you couldn’t perform magic, she still thought it was vital that you learn everything about the supernatural world hidden from the eyes of mundanes.

“Wolves are more like shifters. They’re born. They can transform whenever they want, but it’s mostly during full moons. Werewolves are wolves that have activated an ancient curse by…” you hesitated.

“…by killing a human.” You would give anything in the world to never see Bucky smile that way again. “You can say it.”

“The war?”

“No, incidentally, war is considered a necessary evil in means of protection. All of us—Rumlow, Jensen, Barton—had our own packs. Until we activated the curse.” Bucky reached up to fiddle with his dog tags dangling around your neck. “I should’ve never gone to the army. I always thought that this power of the wolf, this gift, should be used to help those weaker than us. I served two tours before they discharged me due to a severe head injury. By all medical prognoses, I should have fallen into a coma. When I came home, things had changed within my pack. The pack leader formed an alliance with the king of vampires for more territory.” Your hand tightened around Bucky’s as a sick feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. “It was unnatural. We’re enemies. We fight and we kill each other. But Pierce was greedy. He wanted his hand in everything. It made him feel powerful. Somehow or another, my youngest sister Rebecca got mixed up with the vampire king’s son. Bryce.”

For a second, Bucky’s eyes flashed yellow and little ripples flowed over his skin as his emotions threatened to unleash his inner beast. You moved closer unafraid of the wolf clawing to the surface because of whatever horrors Bryce’s memory invoked. You dreaded the ending to this tale. You remembered that Bryce had his own section in your family’s journals. He was Steve’s son born to his human mother Margaret. Bryce was known for two things, his ethereal beauty, and his savage nature.

“I had other sisters, but Becca was my baby. I was the only one who could get her to stop crying when she was teething. She took her first steps toward me and my name was her first word. She was devastated when I left. My parents hated the idea of Rebecca being anywhere near Bryce and the other vampires in his nest, but Pierce encouraged it. He said that factional integration was good for future generations.”

“From what little the witches kept in recorded entries about Bryce, he was nothing more than a depraved monster hiding behind a beautiful face.”

“But Becca didn’t realize any of that until it was too late. She always saw the good in everyone, even when there was never any good to begin with. Bryce had more than his share of lovers in humans and even a rumored witch or two. It became a running joke that my sister was his pet puppy to play with when he was bored.” And just like that Bucky’s fury gave way to crushing sadness. “She grew tired of his games and disrespect. She ended up meeting someone else, an orphan runt who was more human than wolf. His name was Johnny and he was smitten by Rebecca from day one.”

“Smitten?” you teased, sort of delaying the inevitable.

Bucky scoffed playfully. “Yeah, just like I’m smitten with you.”

You bit your lip dreading the answer when you asked, “what did Bryce do?”

“Pierce,” Bucky growled. “I don’t know all the details, but Pierce somehow got Johnny far enough out of our territory for Bryce’s goons to grab him. He used Johnny to lure her away. I…” Bucky trembled, tears spilling down his cheeks. “I could feel her. Her fear, her agony.” Your chin trembled as you struggled to hold yourself together for Bucky. You knew exactly what he meant. Even after all this time apart, you could still feel when Faith was immensely happy and when she was unimaginably sad. “We found her in an abandoned warehouse on the edge of their territory. She was naked and beaten so badly that she was almost unrecognizable. Her body was covered in bite marks. Our blood tastes like shit to them. Her being bitten was not even about feeding, it was only to hurt her more than she already was. We brought her to Dr. Banner, the only doctor we trust with our people. Even with our advanced healing, her injuries were too severe. There was nothing he could do. Dad brought her home so that in her last moments, she would be surrounded by everyone who loves her. I didn’t want to let her go. Dr. Banner told us that she was already gone, but…I didn’t want to let her go. She died in my arms.” You quickly climbed onto Bucky’s lap, his arms encircling your waist as he sobbed into your shoulder. You slipped your hand under the back of his shirt, stroking up and down the length of his spine, and used your other to scratch his scalp. You held him close, comforting him as long as he needed. “After we buried, Rebecca, Pierce Alpha commanded me to not seek retaliation against Steve’s little bastard. That was the final straw. My dad snapped and challenged him for leadership of the pack. It was a long, brutal battle. The rest of us could only sit and watch as the two strongest people in our pack fought to the death. But in the end, dad got his teeth into Pierce’s throat forcing him to surrender. We all felt the power shift and I didn’t wait. I took off searching for Bryce.” Bucky looked at you, his eyes bloodshot and his voice heavy with grief. “I was so angry. I didn’t stop to think what the consequences of pursuing Bryce might mean for my pack.”

“How long did it take you to find him?”

“Three days. He was in what looked like an abandoned warehouse on the outside. Inside he made his own nest with gold pillows and red silk sheets. There were six other vampires with him and dozens of humans. The place reeked of sex and blood. He had another victim with him. Some kid. Couldn’t have been older than fifteen.” Bucky’s lips curled in disgust as the memory seemed to replay before his eyes. “He told me his name was Finn. He smirked at me and said, ‘he’s not as good as Rebecca was, but I played too hard with that toy.’ I lost it. I shifted before I realized that I was exposing myself to a room full of humans. There was screaming and running.  His little posse kept us apart long enough for him to get away, but that arrogant little shit thought he was untouchable. He was still lounging on his throw pillows watching me slaughter his friends.” Bucky shook his head. “I don’t remember much about the rest of the night. I attacked him, but the kid either got in the way or Bryce forced him between us. The moment his heart stopped beating, I felt it. I felt it because I was the one who killed him.”

“Bucky,” you whispered, hating the pain and anger he was still suffering under. “You didn’t mean to do it. It was an accident.”

“That’s the thing though. I’m not so sure it was an accident. I saw any and everyone associated with that piece of shit as a contributor to my sister’s death. It didn’t matter whether or not it was an accident anyways. I killed a human and that was enough to activate the curse.”

“Did the change happen right away?”

“No, but I could feel something getting ready to boil over inside me. Steve and his nest mates made it just in time to see me rip Bryce’s throat out.” That was a painful way for a vampire to die. Wolf and werewolf bites were lethal. With a vampire’s rapid healing, you could only imagine how many times the wound tried to heal itself just to rip open again and again until he died for the final time. “I knew they would kill me. I didn’t care about living or dying then. I wanted justice for my sister and I got it. I just didn’t expect the retribution.”

“What happened?”

“They kept me hostage for, I don’t know, weeks months, torturing me with silver chains and wolf’s bane. Eventually, Steve dragged me from his dungeon. I thought this was it, I’m finally going to get to see my sister again. But death was not his plan for me. He brought me back to my territory. My pack, my family, were laid out on the grass, tortured, mutilated. Barely alive. Steve forced me down on my knees so I couldn’t turn away. He said, ‘you took my son from me, now I will take everything from you.’ He…he pulled a lighter from his pocket and…I can still hear their screams. Still smell the burning flesh. He grabbed my arm and twisted and pulled until it was only hanging on by a piece of skin.”

You didn’t mean to cry. You wanted to be strong for Bucky,  but as you envisioned in your mind’s eye, King Steven’s cruel blue eyes, glaring emptily at Bucky, enjoying the physical anguish he was inflicting, you broke down. Bucky held you tightly, shushing the heavy sobs wracking your body.

“What? What is it?”

You tried to calm down enough to get the words out. “How? How can you stand being with me knowing my mother is his mistress?” you hiccuped. “He—he took everything from you! How can you look at me and not hate—?”

“Never,” he said, firmly, his eyes hard and unwavering. “Your mother destroyed your family because she thought she deserved better than what she had. That’s on her, not you. I love you more than anything in this world. I want you by my side always.” You started crying more when Bucky reached in his pocket and pulled out a ring box. “I pictured this moment with fewer tears from both of us,” you shared watery laughs. “But I wanted you to know everything about me before I ask. Will you marry me, baby doll?” he opened the box revealing a beautiful diamond-encrusted rose gold, opal engagement ring with green moss splintering across the opal.

You glanced at it for a split second. “Yes, Bucky! Yes, I’ll marry you!” you kissed him hard, barely giving him any time to slip the ring on your finger. Bucky picked you up in his arms, still kissing you as he carried you upstairs.

Outside you heard a chorus of baying howls and small yips as the pack, who were apparently eavesdropping all the way from the lake, celebrated.

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