Like Father Like Daughter || Part II

Words: 1485

Warnings: blood

Author: Cass

Arlene has
been waken up by sunrays. 
She growled softly, slowly got up and walked to her suitcase and sighed. “Why I
didn’t unpack it yesterday…” She smiled softly and quickly found grey shirt and
black skirt. “This will be perfect” Arlene said and put things onto armchair.
Then she grabbed her dressing-gown and went downstairs.
“Do you ever sleep?” She asked and smiled looking at her father.

“I had to
get up earlier … Bigger breakfast.” He smiled.

Arlene
nodded “Dad… Can I get a hug?” She asked quietly.

Hannibal
looked at her and walked to her, he slowly took her into his arms. “Something’s
wrong…?” He asked and looked at her, stroking her cheek.

“Nothing… I
just. I missed you dad.” She said and smiled at him.

Hannibal
smiled back and kissed her forehead “I missed you too. I’m glad that my
Sanglante Dame wasn’t caught by Police.”

She nodded
“Yea… Someone got too close to me… I thought that it will be good to be with
Police man… I thought I will have easier access to info… I will know when I
will be able to work and when I need to stay quiet.”

“He got too
close?” Hannibal asked.

Arlene only
nodded “Yea… I was able to manipulate him…. He killed himself and I moved out.”
She said.

Hannibal
smiled and kissed her head “I’m proud.” He said. 
Arlene smiled “I will go and wait at breakfast.” Woman said and walked to the
table.

After
breakfast Arlene went to take shower, she brushed her hair and put on clothes
that she prepared earlier, she also put on black high hills and glasses. Then
she walked to her father.
“I think you will be big distraction for my patients.” He smiled.
“Don’t worry dad. It will be fine.” She giggled “Can we go?”

He nodded
“Let’s go.”

Arlene took
her bag and followed her father.


Arlene
walked inside office. Ohhh… How she missed this place. Every small part of it.
She could remember times when her father was showing her his sketches… They
were really brutal like for 12 years old girl.  She remembered days that
she spent here with Hannibal. She walked along the wall looking at paintings that
she saw few years ago. Place didn’t change and it was good. In this one room…
There was too many of her memories.

Arlene put
her bag down and sighed softly “So… I better go and look at papers.” She said,
still looking around.

“Just be
quick. I want to have you by my side when patient will come.” Hannibal said.

Arlene
blinked “I’m sorry I though..”
“You will be my assistant. You will be close to me whole time. Patients trust
me… So they gonna trust my daughter.” Man smiled and Arlene nodded slowly
“Okay… Sounds great.”

Arlene
looked at papers, many cases were interesting. She didn’t knew why but only one
name coughed her attention. “Will Graham”. Arlene even didn’t start read when
she heard knocking, she got up from her place and went to open doors.

Man looked confused
“Um… Doctor Lecter… Is He here?”

“Yes I’m.”
He said and smiled at man softly.

Man walked
inside “Good… Who’s this young lady?”

“This is my
daughter. I hope you don’t mind her being here. She is my assistant, She is
studying and I want her to get as much experience as it’s possible.” Hannibal
explained and Arlene smiled at man.

“Oh… No…
No. If this only will help this beautiful young lady then I can accept this. If
she took your path it means she is worth my trust. Like father like daughter.”
Man said happily.

Hannibal
smiled and nodded “Let’s start.”


Rest of the
day was the same. People were coming and leaving. Some of them had normal
problems, some were psychopaths in some points. 
Arlene really enjoyed this. She was sitting on couch and listening… Learning
about all of those sick minds. 
She had her notebook in hands. Writing down every important thing for her
observation.
Patient after patient… She was listening to the sounds of their voices, she
watched their movements, their faces, but the most important she listened and
watched Hannibal. Studying his every word and move.


After many
hours Arlene finally said goodbye to last person “Good night and see you next
time.” She said politely.

“Tired?”
Hannibal asked and looked at her from his desk.

“Not
really. It was… Interesting. Too bad that this day is over… I could…” 
Arlene was cut off by door.

Someone
just walked inside. It was man, not too tall. He had dark curly hair and
glasses.

“Hannibal I
thought I won’t catch you… Who’s that…?” He asked looking at Arlene “Are you
busy?”

“No, It’s
my daughter.” He said looking at man.

“You… You
have daughter?” Man asked, looking really confused.

“There is
many things you don’t know about me, Will. Sweetheart please go close main door
and come back here.” Hannibal looked at Arlene.

Arlene
nodded and went to do what he asked her to.
Now she could recognize that name, she saw it in papers this morning. Arlene
had to admit, he was interesting as a patient… And he was handsome.

She
returned back inside and slowly walked to desk. Arlene sat in chair and took
her notebook, she started slowly write her new notes.


After that
meeting Arlene got up from her seat and walked to her father.

“So… This
is your daughter? My name is Will Graham.” Man said and offered his hand.

Arlene took
his hand “Arlene Lecter.”

Hannibal
looked at them “Will… Tomorrow we have less work to do. I want to invite you at
small dinner 8p.m?”

Arlene
blinked and looked at her father.
“Um, okay. It sounds… 8p.m then. Thank you that I could talk with you and… I
was nice to meet you.”

“You too,
Will.” Arlene said quietly.

When man
left, Arlene looked at Hannibal “I thought you shouldn’t be friends with
patients.” She said.

“He is
other case.” He said and shrugged “Ready to go… We need to get some things at
tomorrow’s dinner.” Hannibal said and looked at Arlene.

Woman
looked at him and smiled “Oh… I will help you with pleasure father.” She said
nodding.


“What he
did?” Arlene asked, looking at fresh blood covering her hands.

“No one
important, really… Man from newspaper… He was really getting onto my nerves…”
he growled.

“That’s
explaining a lot.” Arlene smiled and helped her father.

This was
her favorite part. Hands still covered in warm blood, buried deep inside dead
body.

“You missed
this, sanglante dame?” Hannibal smiled.

“Yes… I
missed this so much. So… Now we cut here… And we have lungs, I need to say he
was a really healthy man. What we gonna do with him?” she asked.

“Don’t
worry about that.” He said watching her.

Arlene
smiled, looking at her hands. She sighed heavily because she couldn’t stop
herself.
Woman started lick the blood off of her hands, Arlene moaned from happiness.
“Merveilleusement!” She said and laughed “Ne peut pas attendre!” Arlene growled
happily and continued to lick blood off of her fingers.

Arlene
cleaned herself up and sighed happily “Mmmm… I love that, I needed that!”

“I knew it
will make you feel better.” Hannibal said and stroked her cheek “Go home… I
will take care of rest, just be careful, Sweetheart.” He murmured.

Arlene
nodded and nuzzled to his hand “I will be careful, father and you have to be
careful too” She said before leaving.


At home
Arlene sighed sadly and shivered. “Too bad that stuff in France got so messed
up.” She growled to herself and went to change.

When she
got downstairs, Hannibal was already in kitchen “Want to help me? We will
prepare meat and it will be great tomorrow.”

Arlene
giggled “You know that blood is more my thing.” She said and walked closer.
“No, thank you, father. I rather would like to watch. You are a Master in
kitchen.”

Arlene
watched his every move. He was so gentle and careful with meat.

He looked
at her “You look tired. Go to bed sweetheart. We have work to do tomorrow and
dinner to make.” He said.

Arlene
sighed softly “You are right father. I will go to bed. I love you.”

Hannibal
whispered. “I love you too sweetheart… Now please go to bed and rest. You
had a hard day.“ With every word he walked closer to her, Hannibal wrapped arms
around Arlene and pulled her closer "My brave little girl.” He whispered,
stroking her cheek “Good night.”

Arlene
nodded “Good night dad.” She said quietly and went to bedroom.

Hannibal
came to bedroom to check on Arlene. He sat on bed and gently touched her cheek
“My good girl, I will need to do something.” Hannibal said and then left the
room.


YOU BELONG TO ME || CHRIS EVANS X READER SMUT ONE SHOT

Summary: You had a huge
argument with Chris once again. Finally, he apologizes and makes it up to you
as much as he is able to. In the way he knows you like the most…

Words: 2773

Warnings: BDSM, rough sex, choking, restraints, teasing, oral sex (female reciving), penetration

Author: Rouge

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It was one of your favorite books but still you couldn’t focus on it.

You were trying to read words carefully. But it was harder than you
thought.
You couldn’t imagine anything else, see anything else or pay attention to
anything else other than the fact that you were so mad at him. You were in a
sundress and laying on your hip, leaning on your hand and wrist as it sat
comfortably against your face. The blankets of the bed covered you from the
waist down, hiding your naked legs that were curled together.

Suddenly you heard him as he came up the stairs. He was dragging his
feet. You had wondered when he would have made the effort to apologize and talk
to you.

It must have been close to an hour ago when you both had fought. You had left
the TV room steaming mad while he continued to yell after you, still sitting on
the sofa.
Again, your argument was about you being incredibly jealous of him when he was
on the set.
“I’ve been telling you, Y/N! I did nothing!” he yelled.
“Karen has told me that you were flirting with that little bitch!” you screamed
at him, standing with your back to him.
“Oh, Y/N, c’mon! You really have to go on ice with your silly suspicions!”
Chris rolled his eyes. “She is only my FRIEND!
“Oh, yea! Friends with benefits, huh!?” you gave him an angry glance before you
quickly left the room.

And now you were laying on your common bed in your common bedroom,
trying to focus on something else than thinking of him probably fucking another
girl.

As he entered the room behind you, your eyes moved up to the wall in front of
you, but your head remained still. You closed your eyes and clenched your teeth
together, listening to him shuffle, still enraged. You forced yourself to
remain calm as you took a deep breath and momentarily relaxed.
He was taking a long time behind you. You assumed he was undressing and getting
ready for bed.
As he remained mute, you anger continued to fuel, as he hadn’t said anything,
not even an apology.
You felt him climb onto the mattress behind you. You swore in your  mind, he good knew you were upset and he was
going to bed anyway.
Fuck
you, Evans
, you muttered to yourself in your thoughts.

But his arm slithered along your waist.
You huffed as he moved your long hair to the side. He came against you from
behind, also under the covers. You closed your eyes as his breath hit your neck,
then his lips, kissing you softly once and resting the side of his face against
your soft skin.

“Are you still mad at me?”
His voice was apologetic and cute. He was trying to suck up.

You subtly shook your head no once, disappointed. He hadn’t apologized
yet.
You didn’t respond as your eyes returned to the screen you held. You left him
behind you, not wanting to give him the time of day.
As he waited for you to move or speak, his fingers squeezed your side gently,
attempting to flirt and comfort. He watched you breathing as your side rose and
collapsed slowly, but you said nothing.

You read the same sentence again, trying so hard to pay attention. Maybe
the next page would help…

“Babe” he started, “I’m sorry. Please…”

You could hear him shuffle behind you. His hand came off your waist and
you heard his muffled voice, possibly rubbing his face from exhaustion.
“Please, listen to me, Y/N. We can’t do this all night.”
His hand returned to you and his fingers gently pulled at your hair.
“C’mon, babe. Talk to me.”

He kissed your warm neck again, trying to make up for your conversation
earlier – a conversation that would obviously haunt him. You weren’t having his
apology… Yet.

Attempting to seduce you, he ran his full red lips across your soft pale
skin, breathing heavily. His open lips closed on your neck as he kissed slowly,
then again, and again in different spots, leaving a small trail of wet.

It tickled you, but you stiffened, closing your eyes and trying to
ignore his touch.

“You are so beautiful. Your smell is… incredible. I can’t help but kiss
you.”
There was a growl to his voice. It was dark and raspy. You always had a
weakness for it.
You felt his warm wet tongue on the back of your neck as he used it to run over
your skin, closing his lips again and turning the licks into french kisses on your
neck.

You couldn’t deny, it felt amazing. His smell was incredible
too and his touch was heavenly. Maybe make-up sex was the answer you were
looking for…
You decided to see how far he would go to seduce you. He would have to try much
harder than this…

As he tried to convince you, he whispered “Come on babe.” You got
chills but didn’t show the start of your arousal. You wanted to let out a moan
desperately, but you held back.

As he continued to kiss your neck and shoulder, his fingers slid down
your arm and inched under the blanket. His hand reached around and over your
dress, found your slim stomach. He moved his fingers a few times, feeling your
muscle and then slowly bunching the material together in his hand. He was
testing you.

His lips were still grazing the skin on your neck, and you knew your
goosebumps were visible. It was just a matter of time before he saw them,
realizing how his touch was affecting you and ultimately how aroused you were.

He moved his crotch into your ass from behind and you could easily feel
it. He was hard. He wanted you so badly…
You pictured it in your mind. You pictured the way he stroked it for you. You
pictured licking and sucking on it. Even his cock was beautiful.

His bottom lip tickled you as it moved across your skin. You opened your
neck for him.
You tiny movement got his attention immediately and he opened his eyes. He
could see the chills that covered your arm. He smirked and continued to arouse
you with his mouth. And you weren’t quite resisting anymore, but it seemed as
though you weren’t giving in yet, either.

Your eyes were closed as you let him touch you. Your mouth came open and
a small popping sound was heard as your lips came apart. You licked over them,
wanting his lips on yours.
His fingers moved back and forth teasing the skin on you belly, testing your
patience. He released the bunched sundress and it remained in place. His hand
moved under the material, slithering up your skin until he found your breast.
His fingers opened and he caressed over it, then gripped it gently. He squeezed
and felt it over, until your nipple became hard under his hand.
Your head started to roll as your book fell flat onto the mattress in front of
you.
He watched as your head fell down and under his neck.
It was almost as if he had power over you. He smirked proudly.

As you lay on your sides against each other, he let out a type of growl,
realizing you were giving into his touch and knowing he could have you.
He groped and groped at your tit from behind, using the perfect amount of pain
to please you. The beg to his kisses became forceful with intent. He opened his
mouth wider making smacking noises on purpose, fully aware his seduction was
working.
He dragged his lips across your skin, pushing the spaghetti strap off with his
mouth. The gentle fall of the strap onto your bare skin gave you even more
chills and you exhaled loudly with the sensation.
“Mmmmm, Chris…” you murmured slowly.

Chris’ hand moved up to your naked shoulder and rest there comfortably
as he guided you to lay back, kissing you skin as he went. He knew he needed to
cover your mouth quickly before you might vocally resist.
And so he did.

Your lips came together and rolled, as his head came down over yours,
crawling on top of you and dominating over you.

As you kissed, his fingers moved up your arm slowly, following it until
he reached your wrist. He gripped it and pulled, guiding your hand over your
head. He held it in place as he followed your other arm and brought it together
with the first.
He crossed your wrists and continued to kiss you as you let out tiny moans from
his guiding actions.
You had to admit, you loved his kink, and even though you may still have been
mad at him, you couldn’t deny he knew how to turn you on.

Finally his lips came off of yours, but not off your body. As you
breathed deep, his open mouth kissed and sucked on you, moving down your chin
and onto your chest. His kisses were missed between licks and little bites. His
hand gathered the dress material in one hand and his mouth quickly skipped from
your chest to your belly as he held the dress up and continued with wet open
mouth kisses.

“Chris…” you whispered, as you could feel his intent. But it was no use
stopping him even for a second, even if you wanted to, which you didn’t. He
kept working his way downward with his mouth, across your warm naked flesh,
until he hit panties.

You gladly opened your legs for him.
Your red lace material was exposed as he pulled the covers back off your body.
“Chris, hey…” you said louder, but it was too late. His mouth was already
eating you though your panties.

His mouth closed on the material, soaking it with his saliva. You could
feel the heat from his warm mouth even through the panties and the sensation
alone made your cunt burn.
He collected her flesh in his lips and prepared her for what was about to come,
pulling slowly and releasing quickly. His mouth came against the silky material
and he bit gently again, only this time, using teeth.
You let out small bursts of air as his mouth came back to you, worshipping your
pussy. Moans came from your lips as your eyes were closed and your body started
to move for him sexually. Your hips pivoted up into his mouth and you twisted
and turned slightly. He bit you and held as you moaned from the pleasure just
the way you liked and just the way he loved to give.

His fingertips came to the side of your panties and he pulled the wet
material to one side.
“Chris, for fuck’s sake…” you whined.

You bit your lip and gasped as he tongued between your lips, then took
your clit in his mouth. He sucked on it soft at first and then built up pulling
pressure as he sucked.
You were sweet, tender and willing, moving your legs apart for him further and
moaning loudly.
His tongue trailed between your lips, moving deeper and deeper, wiggling lower
while licking. And then he moved deeper and pushed inside. The burning of your
cunt made his wet strong tongue feel cool inside of you.
“Oh, fuck….” you hissed in satisfaction, needing more and wanting him to fuck
you with his tongue. But just as he knew you loved to be teased, he licked up
again, all the way back to your clit.

You gasped and breathed out deep for him, as he loved to hear you in
your arousal.
However, Chris was busy below and didn’t look up.
He worked steadily on your pussy, eating slowly and enjoying every drop you
gave to him, diving deep and teasing your cunt, then licking back up to your
clit.
“You’re fucking delicious, Y/N” he hummed in between his licks, looking up at
you for a second.

Both sets of his fingers went to the top of your panties line on your
hips. He scrunched as much material as he could before pulling down. It wasn’t
until he was ready to remove them entirely, that his lips pulled away from your
cunt just to race back as soon as they were out of the way.
You lifted your hips in the air as he removed your panties.
He buried his face and tongue as deep as he could into your pussy again.

You looked down to see him enjoying your taste.
Your head fell back onto the bed.
“Chris, I’m… Gonna… Cum..” you whimpered softly, biting on your lower lip.
That was his cue. He knew it was time.

He french kissed your pussy quickly. He pulled himself away and got on
his knees, grabbing his erection, ready to push in.
He watched below as his hot red cock slowly moved between your lips and
penetrated your pink flesh. As your wet pussy sucked on his skin as he pulled
out, he watched completely aroused by the site as you stretched for him.

“Fuck…” Chris closed his eyes and gasped as he entered you for the
second time.

He opened his blue eyes and looked to your face. You watched each others
eyes while he entered and pulled out slowly.
He leaned over you while one of his hands gripped your wrists, unnecessarily
forcing them to stay above your head. The other quickly went to your neck and
he squeezed you slightly. Your eyes excitedly opened from delight of his grasp.
You whined for him as he entered you, and held you down. Your chin came up as
you enjoyed his fingers around your slim throat. You were whining for him on
and on.

Seeing your need, Chris leaned down as he repeatedly pushed and pulled
inside of you gently. His mouth came open and your tongues met. Your lips came
together on each others, and then parted slowly.

“..I’m sorry..” he whispered into your mouth.
You hardly remembered what he was apologizing for.

Your mouth remained. You let out another loud moan and motioned for
another kiss. Your bodies were slightly bouncing together with his pushing. You
were already breathing heavy, and wanting to come badly.

“Chris…” you licked your lips. “Harder..”

You gasped and couldn’t help but want to run your fingers over his skin.
So you attempted to free yourself from his grip, but he immediately forced your
wrists back down. You opened your mouth to speak but he gripped your neck
tighter.
You choked once from surprise and whimpered loudly.
“To whom do you belong, Y/N?” he whispered directly into your ear.
You whimpered again.
“To you..” you murmured quietly.
“LOUDER”
Chris ordered, squeezing your throat tightly.
“TO
YOU, CHIRS!!”
you screamed his name and Chris smiled proudly.
“Yes.
You belong to me, Y/N. You’re mine”
he pushed hardly into your dripping
pussy.

His breath trembled as you finished another kiss.
“I’m fucking sorry, babe…” Chris whispered once again. “You’re the only woman
in my life”.

He took a deep breath and knew he couldn’t hold on for much longer.
“Come for me, Y/N… come on me. Squeeze me… Come..” he whispered out of breath.

And you were already there.
You moaned and moaned loudly as you stared into each others eyes. Your sweet
moans turned to high loud whines, as he felt you squeeze on him tight. You held
your breath and froze as you came. He pushed into you hard and deep watching you.
He gripped your neck tight for your enjoyment. His deep penetration had made
you come hard and slowly, allowing him to enjoy every bit of movement inside as
you squeezed on him.

“Fuck! Chris! Yes!!! YEEES!” you screamed for him.

After he was sure you had finished, he dropped his head pushing in
slowly and hard, enjoying the feeling of being in your completely soaked wet
cunt. His sight came back to your face as you relaxed. He watched you  as he penetrated you after your orgasm.

But then, to your surprise, he slowly pulled out and crawled off your
body. He went to your side with a full erection and lay down.

You were amazed. You lay frozen in silence and watched as he placed his
boxers back on in the bed beside you, covering his wet thick hard cock.
He turned to you, smirking. Your face announcing your surprise.

Chris snickered.
“And this is about to happen when you will say ‘I forgive you’.”

GIF

Like Father Like Daughter || Part I

A/N: Sooo! It is my first attempt to write something longer… And at the same moment it’s my first attempt to write something longer from Hannibal fandom. Enjoy!

Words: 1018

Warnings:
none.

Author: Cass

She
returned to home after long year. Why? Boarding school in France. 
Her mother sent her there because of her unhealthy interests in murder and
crime.
It wasn’t so bad, the problem was that SHE sent her there when she was only 15.
She was glad that she was able to come back home many times but she always
returned there for her father.
Her mother “died” in an “accident” a year after she has been sent there, after
that she wanted return home, but father told her to stay and do what she loved
to. So she did this and stayed there as long as she only could, she finished
school and then started study biology, psychology, criminology.
She was 24 now and because of some “stuff” that went wrong, she decided to take
small vacations. And there was no better place than father’s house.

She
muttered angrily to herself because now she realized that high heels weren’t a
good idea. She was walking dressed only in high heels, short black dress, coat
and scarf, pulling heavy suitcase behind her.
She wanted to look nice, she good knew what was awaiting at house. Fancy dinner
just like every time. She loved to watch how he was cooking, he was a real
master in this.

She sighed
happily when she was standing in front of a door. With a smile she knocked to
them and waited.

Young woman
could feel happiness in her heart when door were answered by her father.
Man smiled at her.

“Arlene, my
daughter.” He said and hugged her.
Arlene smiled and nuzzled to man, with smile and happiness in her heart.

“Yes, I
missed you father.”
“I know, sweetheart. Come in. Dinner will be soon read, I will take you
suitcase.” He said and woman nodded. She walked inside and looked around, while
her father took suitcase to her old room.

Home didn’t change that much, some furniture were new but that was all. There
was no better place than home. Arlene sat down on a couch and looked around,
thinking about last time when she was here.

“Why you
returned so suddenly?” Father asked and sat next to her.
“I just had to… Some stuff went horrible wrong… I had to ran away from France,
I will wait till things get quiet again, then I gonna go back there.” She said
and looked at him sadly “I let you down, father… I’m so sorry.”
Man only smiled and stroked Arlene’s long black hair.

“You never
let me down, you are young. Mistakes are normal.” He said slowly and watched
her face. “You know what… Je t’aime.”
Woman smiled and nodded “Je t’aime aussi, papa.”
He smiled and kissed her forehead “I will be in kitchen.” Man said and left the
room.

Arlene
sighed and got up from couch, she slowly walked to her father’s desk and looked
at many sketches made by him. She picked up and looked at one of them, it was a
sketch of building, It was more than beautiful.
She smiled when she saw signature of her father in the corner of the paper.

“Hannibal
Lecter”

Yes… He was
her father and she was his beloved daughter.

Arlene went
to the kitchen and smiled at Hannibal.

“I missed
you dad…” She said softly and walked to him.
He looked at her and smiled.

“I missed
you too, So you need to stay for longer time.”
Arlene sighed sadly and quickly found wine and glasses.

“Yes… I
really don’t want to be a problem, but things in France got really bad. They
were too close… I made too many mistakes, dad” she said and poured wine into
glasses.

You need a job”
he said and took second glass.
“Job… Or just something with what I will be busy” she said and took sip of
wine. “Wine with special ingredient” Arlene purred “Who this time…”
Hannibal smiled.

“Someone
got too close to some stuff… I had to take care of this person.” He said.

“So… I think today’s dinner… We gonna eat "with” this person.“ Arlene said
looking at him.

"Exactly sweetheart.” Hannibal nodded and took sip of wine.

“About job, I need an assistant. You will be
great.”

“Stay close to my beloved father… I will take it.” She said with happiness.

Later the
dinner time has come. There was no better place than home. Maybe Arlene was
alone with her father but he was her only real family.

Before
sleep Arlene put on short lace nightdress. She sighed softly and looked at
herself in a mirror. 
She started make braid looking at scares on her body.

Hannibal
went to room to check on his daughter. He looked at her and smiled, slowly he
walked behind her and put hands on her shoulders.

“Look at
yourself… Real perfection and grace…” he said slowly “Even your mother wasn’t
so beautiful.”

Arlene
smiled and looked at reflection of her father.

“Thank you…
But… Can I ask you something?”

Hannibal
gently stroked soft skin on Arlene’s arms.

“What is
it?”

“I… I will never
end up like my mother? You love me too much… I’m too much like you… Right?” She
asked.

“Of course…
I only couldn’t let her waste such a talent…” he kissed her shoulder. “Now…
Don’t think about her anymore. Je t’aime.” Hannibal said slowly.

“Je t’aime
aussi, papa.” She said quietly. “Good night and see you tomorrow.”

“Good night
sweetheart” he left room.

Arlene
sighed softly and shook her head.
She went to bed, Arlene slipped into bed. It was big bed, woman wrapped herself
in cashmere quilt and nuzzled to pillow.
She was laying like this for several minutes before finally feeling asleep.

Hannibal
was sitting in his room, sketching. When he reached into drawer in his desk, he
found a photo of Arlene’s mother.
Man smiled softly.

“Too bad
you can’t see her now…” Hannibal said and got up. He slowly walkd to fireplace,
“but you would kill such a potential. I couldn’t let you do this.“

Hannibal
said and threw old photo into the fire.

THE SILENT SHOUT || PART I

A/N: my
best friend has been diagnosed as borderline. Currently I have an occasion to
spend a lot of time with him, I am also a witness of his anxiety and panic
attacks, of his rage outbursts and incertitude, which is overhelming him on and
on. Looking at him one day a thought came up to my mind: if BPD can be caused
by some traumatic experiences, maybe Bucky was suffering to similar symptoms
also. After all things Hydra had done to him, I suppose he might likely suffered
from this disorder. That’s why I decided to make a little series of bpd!Bucky. The story, all names, characters, and incidents
portrayed in this production are fictitious. Based on a true events.

Words: 1624

Warnings:
self harming, panic attack, bpd, angst, bpd!Bucky, sad!Bucky, depression,
blood, graphic description of violence, swearing

Author: Rouge

It has been a week since he moved to your house.

From the very beginning you were more worried than
happy about that idea of Steve. Despite your positive attitude towards Bucky,
you good knew he may cause a lot of problems.

But on the other hand you understood what Steve has
been going through for last couple of years. Notorious uncertainty, sadness,
sorrow. He was a mess and you wanted to do anything to comfort him.

When you heard that Shield finally found Bucky, alive,
you felt a deep relief. It meant the end of Steve’s mental pain. It meant that
since then everything could have been seen only in a bright colors.

When Steve came to you with his idea of taking Bucky
to your common house, you didn’t even try to hide your dissatisfaction. A lot
of arguments had taken place then in between two of you. But finally Steve
managed to melt your heart and you said yes.

However, keeping the good of your child in your mind,
you ensured Steve that if something wrong will about to happen, you will move
out, taking baby with you. He agreed on that little deal without blinking.

You had to reconcile with a fact your man was sharing
his love at three, not only at two… It obviously was hurting you, sometimes
Bucky seemed to be Steve’s number one, but you had to accept it. They were
friends since childhood, they grew up together, they were fighting together,
arm to arm. In such situation you could do nothing. You didn’t want to hurt
Steve by your listlessness at Bucky’s problems. You knew that man went through
a lot in his life. Like Steve, Bucky Barnes was only a pawn in that brutal
game. Like everyone of you…

When you met him for the first time since 5 years, you
were shocked.

He looked incredibly good, some bruises still could
have been seen at his muscular arm and neck, few scars on his collarbones, a
swollen jaw. But he looked good as for someone who has been tortured for
months.

But something had changed and you easily felt that.

His eyes.

There were no more happiness in them. That beautiful
blue eyes of his, which were glowing with a mischief sparks formerly, now were
dark and bereft the will of life.


“Y/N! Can you hold the door please!?” Steve screamed
aloud.

You got up from the leather sofa in living room and
quickly went to open the door. As soon as you did, you saw several boxes and a
bit of Steve’s bangs above them.

“Do you need help?” you asked amicably, opening doors
as wide as you could.

“No, dear, just hold on them” Steve said. Slowly and
carefully he passed through the threshold and put boxes down in the hallway.

You were observing him for a while, then you sight
fell on someone standing in front of the door.

James Bucky Barnes.

Standing there dressed in a large black leather
jacket, dark jeans and grey shirt, with a black hat on his head, Bucky slowly
raised his chin and looked briefly into your eyes.

“Hi, Y/N” he gave you a small smile, a little wince
appeared on his face.

“Bucky” you smiled happily, whispering his name and
taking step back to make a space for him. “Come in, come in.”

Hesitantly he walked inside and then you closed the
door behind him making sure they were locked.

“Follow me” you gave him another smile and you led him
to the large living room.

It was the biggest room in Steve’s house. One wall had
windows and door leading to a big balcony. The room was painted in light orange
mixed with lime. The floorboards were made of pear tree wood that had a nice,
warm shade. There was a brownish carpet with an abstractive pattern in the
middle of the room. Steve had fitted your common living room with stylish furniture.
There was a big dark brown leather corner sofa on the left. It had light brow cushions.
In front of it, there was an ebony coffee table with sculptured legs and edges.
There also were two brown armchairs. The table were placed on the carpet. Next
to the sofa, there was a tall lamp which metal parts were coloured patina gold.
Opposite to the sofa there was a big plasma TV standing on a stand similar to
the coffee table. Below the TV there was a black DVD player. Right to it, an
ebony case with clouded glass doors could be found. There also was a small
showcase where you put some books, films and wine glasses. Above the sofa there
was a wide painting showing a stunning sunset on a seaside. The windows were
decorated with a short white delicate curtain and fantasy yellow drape. On the
windowsill, there standed a flowerpot with an orchid. Next to it there was a
picture frame with a photo made on your vacation in Dubai. The room was really warm and cosy.

“Do you want to drink something?” you asked politely
when Bucky sat on the sofa.
“Coffee, please…” he looked at you and took his hat off, placing it next to
him.

You walked to the kitchen and put a kettle on a stove.
Suddenly you felt a pair of familiar strong hands at your slim waist.

“Thank you…” Steve whispered directly into your ear,
leaning down to kiss your cheek from behind. “It means a lot not only to me,
Y/N.”
“I know, Steve” you gave a slight nod and slowly turned your head towards him
so you could reach his rough lips and kissed them.

Steve hummed happily at the unexpected kiss, his grasp
got tighten around your waist.

With an agile movement you slipped out of his arms,
pecking his lips.

“He is my friend too, Steve” you said, pouring a
boiling water to the cup with black coffee. “It was obvious I’ll say yes in a respond to your idea” you
shrugged slightly. “I was and am still worried about Sebastian, our child.” you
lifted your chin and sadly glanced at Steve.

He rubbed his chin.

“I know… But he is working on those… Outbursts..” Captain sighed deeply. “Okay. I will move boxes
to his room. They are still blocking the passage through the corridor” he let
out a quiet giggle before he left kitchen.

You took a cup of coffee and came back to the living
room.

“Here you go” you put the cup on the table, smiling at
Bucky and taking a seat in one of the armchairs. “So… How are you, Buck? You
look magnificent” you smirked warmly, crossing your legs.

“I’m doing good lately” he took a sip of coffee,
humming in an approval of the bitter taste. “You’re a real coffee master, Y/N.”

You laughed shortly.

“Oh, thank you! Charming as always, Buck!” you winked
at him.


He woke up in the middle of the night.

For a while he was laying motionless on his back,
glaring up at ceiling.

Then he slowly got up. When he was walking towards
bathroom, he could feel a chill at his bare legs and torso. He had only his
black boxers on.

He entered the bathroom and carefully closed the door
behind him, trying not to make any sounds which could woke you and Steve up.

Bucky
stared at the scars lining his right wrist, observing it as if from a great
distance. Other days he would count them and their meanings, one for every time
they’d hurt him. Every time he hated
himself for lying to people he loved. But it was so easy, too easy for him to
promise them that he had taken the antidepressants. 
And now, feeling the scars beneath his fingers, Bucky could picture it so
vividly that he could feel each sharp intake of breath, each tear that slid
from his pale skin. As the bathtub faucet ran cold water over his neck and the
blade glowed crimson beneath his clumsy fingers, his head would tilt back, his
mouth open in silent agony but also perverse joy, because he knew that he
should not be feeling this, doing this, enjoying this as he did. And his anger
exploded with each swift movement of the razor, his pain that so often
destroyed him coating the floor of the tub in sickening contrast to the pale
tile. 
He remembered kneeling on this same floor, attacking his biceps until he could
take it no longer and fell back, exhausted, against the bathroom cabinet. It
was few weeks ago, when Steve agreed to doss him when he escaped the hospital
run by Shield.
The urge was so strong that he clenched his fists to keep from reaching for the
blade. It was so tempting. So painfully tempting. Bucky thought desperately of
his wrist again, aching to feel sadness for the delicate skin that he so
readily destroyed. He forced his fingers to stay on the shining tiles, but so
eager was he for the pain.. And he cut the skin once again, observing like a
little stream of redness was pouring down, mixing with a cold water at his
feet. He felt like his skin was burning under the touch of a cold razor, he
felt a bit dizzy because of the blood which was flowing out of the cut.
Bucky chuckled nervously, but it turned into breathless weeping.
He stayed here as long as he had to, until the urge was gone. Because he had to
fight this and he knew that. Because of the five words he kept repeating in his
mind, kept vowing, swearing to himself. 

I won’t draw blood tonight. 

Call of repentance || Part II

Part I

Summary: reader is a member of the Golden Path. Under Amita’s command you have to sneak to the Royal Palace to kill Pagan Min. But when you’re about to fulfill your mission, you find youself unable to – under charm of king Min, you decide to switch the path and stand by the side of the Royal Army, becoming one of the leaders.

Word Count: 2211

Warnings: strong language

A/N: Part 2 of the story.

Author: Rouge


The Royal Palace was located on the northern part of Kyrat, near the Himalayas.

The building had a red openable door just like what other outposts and fortresses had.
It was a huge building, placed on the large hill.

Pagan, with a glass of cognac in his hand, went out at the terrace, located on the third floor. From this point a beautiful view at the North Kyrat was streatching.

Pagan sat on a swing with a canopy and he started to sip on an alcohol.

He was delighted on the spectacular view, admiring it in silence. But his consternation soon has been interrupted by a grunt.

“My King, De Pleur has checked everything and it seems that it wasn’t Golden Path who set the bomb at Baghadur” Gary, Pagan’s the most loyal and trusted assitant said calmly.

Min only nodded, finishing his drink.

“Did he check EVERYTHING?” he asked.

“Yes, my King. He cooperated with Noore in that matter” Gary grunted again, still standing on the threshold.

“So he wants to say that it wasn’t that fucking monkeys fault?” King asked coldly, not paying any attention at Gary.

“Uhm… Yes, my King” Gary confirmed with weak voice, swallowing hardly.

At the same moment, Pagan crushed on a glass he was holding in hand, yelling viciously.

“Find whoever is responsible for this attack! It was an attempt on my fucking life!” he yelled.

The blood drops fell on the wooden floor of the terrace from his injured hand, but he didn’t pay an attention to this fact. “I wanna have their heads on a silver plate till midnight. Otherwise I won’t be nice anymore!”

Gary nodded and quickly left the terrace to avoid Pagan’s anger and frustration.

Pagan hissed while he was pulling out a piece of a glass from his hand.

KHAN!” he yelled.

After a while, a tall, well-build soldier entered on the terrace.

He was a commander of the Royal Guard. That man was responsible for death of about 200 people in last half of a year. His name was Khan Ajmal and he was working for Pagan since many years. Kyrati citizens, however, knew him under other name…

A lot of them used to call him the Headhunter, because he would do everything to find out people, who were suspiced of conspiracy against King Min.

“It’s probably the work of these cowardly whores from the Golden Path. They know they can not beat us, so they began to resort to bombings” Pagan clenched his hand into the fist. He looked at the man. “Find out, who’s behind this. You have to pull out everyone who’s responsible for this attack even from under the fucking ground! When you find them, take them to Paul’s fortress and then let me know. Then I will come to Varshakot and we will decide, how to kill them, just to make sure that they know they are dying.”


It was still the night, when you has been assigned to the little Golden Path branch, which had to secure the little convoy with weapons. The convoy had to transport a lot of stuff to an outpost, which was belonging to the Golden Path since few months.

In the face of last event, it couldn’t wait any longer, so Amita and Sabal got to the conclusion that it has to be done before dawn.

You were traveling in the last car, when you noticed that rest of the convoy has stopped. Two other Golden Path’s cars were standing on the side of the road and people with flashlights were entering the bushes to explore the area.

“What’s going on?” you carefuly asked, looking at one of the rebels as you got out of the car.

“They said they saw something nerby” man shrugged slightly and jump on the semi-trailer to check the cargo.

As carefully as you could, you walked into the direction of the bushes, your hand was on the kukri knife hidden in your pocket, just in case..

You walked through bushes and when you got out of them you noticed you were standing at the top of the little hill, but even from that distance you could see a huge crater carved in the ground and fire, which has destroyed a part of the forest around the lake. Thick black smoke hung high in the air.

You covered your mouth with a hand to secure yourself from breathing with choking smoke.

“You see, Y/N, it’s here. The bomb had to be large” one of the rebels, a young boy approached you, rubbing his eyes. “My father said that Royal Army for sure did it by itself to put the blame over us all.”

You sighed sadly, but in the same moment you’ve heard something.

At one point, suddenly and unexpectedly, from the direction of Baghadur, a military convoy of several cars of Royal Army has arrived. When people from the Golden Path noticed this, it was too late for any proper reaction.

Royal Army soldiers quickly jumped out of the cars and they started to shoot with guns. Two of them boarded on the trailer and got places behind a big machine gun placed on the cars’ roofs.

The regular exchange of fire has started.

You watched the situation with horror in your eyes and heavy heart in your chest. Without thinking for a long time, you jumped on the semi-trailer of one of the Golden Path’s cars and digged to look for a weapon you could use.

The only thing you’ve found was an bow with a quiver. When you lifted your head and realized, how close the fighting was, you put the quiver on your back and pulled out an arrow from it.

Almost at the same moment you noticed Ajay, Longinus and Sabal, who had arrived in the wrong place in the wrong time, they were hidding behind one of the Golden Path’s cars, occasionally shooting to enemies behind the cover. One of the rebels, who stood next to their hideout, was hit by a machine-gun shot straight in the head and fell dead on the ground. Longinus leaned out from behind the car and when he tried to shoot at the enemy, he almost has been hit by them also. By this movement he betrayed their hiding place.

The remaining rebels after using all of an ammunition headed to grapple, unfortunately, most of them almost immediately was killed by De Pleur’s soldiers.

You saw two soldiers of the Royal Army, they were called the Exterminators and your heart almost stopped. Dressed in bulletproof vests with special material, reinforced with heavy CKMs in their hands, they were walking in the direction of the hideout of men to get them from behind. Sabal at the last moment had realized, that they were surrounded and started shooting with little avail, as none of the missiles did not even hit the soldiers, who marched relentlessly towards them.

You had a last chance to prevent the tragedy, you imposed an arrow on the bowstring, aimed it and fired. The arrow with a low whistle flew through the air, sticking straight in the helmet of one of the soldiers. Almost immediately he fell down dead to the ground.

Longinus, Ajay and Sabal turned eyesight to see, who helped them and have almost immediately astonished themselves.

“Y/N!” Ajay yelled.

But you didn’t seem to listen.

You reached for an another arrow and this time you also gave a good shot, beating second enemy.

“Y/N, don’t do it!” Sabal shouted loudly, trying to stop you.

But it was too late.

About 10 meters away, there were standing cars, which became to the Royal Army and next to them there were the rest of the soldiers, who were not killed. One of them picked up the sniper rifle to the eye, aimed and pulled the trigger.

Just at the moment, when you were about to pull out another arrow, you has been shot just above the left knee. The bullet passed through and sticked into the bodywork of the Golden Path’s car.

You screamed in pain.

You rolled over a bit on the side and laid on your back, breathing heavily. You felt the throbbing pain in the left leg.

Suddenly you heard the reloaded gun and realized, that next to you one of the soldiers of the Royal Army was standing. A bit further, few of his companions were standing.

“Get up” ordered the man.

With problems, you slowly got up from the ground.

Immediately you noticed, that Ajay, Sabal and Longinus were brought out of hiding place and now they were kneeling on the sandy road. Behind each of them stood one soldier with a rifle leveled directly at their heads.

At this sight you stopped breathing.

The soldier, who told you to get up, turned to the kneeling men and approached them.

“All of you have the right to remain silent, you shall testify before Paul De Pleur.”

“I won’t make any statements in front of anyone” Sabal snapped sharply.

It was enough to provoke the commander.

He raised his rifle and aimed straight at Sabal’s chest.

“If so, you won’t live to a fucking dawn” man smirked.

“He did not want to say that” Ajay threw his hands up in a gesture of peace.

“I’m not talking to you, mongrel” commander snapped roughly.

He raised his head and nodded to the soldier, who stood just behind Longinus.

There was a loud bang.

You heard your own cry vaguely.

Longinus’ body fell limply to the ground.

“You motherfuckers!” Sabal yelled, jumping to his feet, but he was quickly brought back to the ground by two soldiers.

The commanding officer came up to him and put the barrel of a gun to Sabal’s temple.

“Now it’s your turn” he laughed haughtily.

You found enough courage to shout:

“Noooo!!!”

Surprised, commander turned to you, taking off the finger from the trigger.

“It seems to me, that I did not ask you about an opinion” he hissed.

You looked straight into his eyes.

“Shoot me, but let them free” you said defiantly.

Other soldiers murmured in surprise.

“Y/N, shut up!” Ajay called with anger. “Leave her alone, she is still very young, she does not know, what she says” he began to beg.

The commander laughed lasciviously.

“The young, you are saying? That’s good, I like this kind the most, haha!”

You looked sternly at the man.

He came to you and standing only a few centimeters from you, he looked at you intently.

“You’re beautiful. Tell me the fuck, why such a beautiful woman is packing herself in such trouble?” man circled you slowly, watching you closely on each side.

“I have my own reasons” you barked, carefully tracking his every move.

“Well … You look as the girl, which is lacking a real man in bed” he laughed bluffly. He hugged you from behind, grabbing your breasts firmly. “Nice tits. Bet you’re a little whore, aren’t ya?”

You were watching as Sabal got purple on his face from nerves and started to struggle. He was angry, that a stranger, in addition a soldier of Paul, has fondled you.

The truth was Sabal had a crush on you, but he didn’t want to admit it before others…

“Fuck off, this is not your thing” you snorted loudly.

The man suddenly pulled your ponytail thus rendering, that you fell to your knees, gasping in pain.

“You should be polite, bitch!” – he shouted at you.

You closed your eyes and gritted your teeth, to not say a few words too much.

“I’m begging you, leave her” Ajay carefully got up from his knees and with hands raised, he turned to commander. “Let her go, you got us. The leader of the rebellion and his deputy, I think it’s a quiet good solution.”

The soldier looked at Ajay with pity.

“I will decide, whom I take and whom I let go” he said.

Again, he turned to you.

“You will be the perfect gift for De Pleur” he summed. “Maybe he’ll teach you how to behave properly, scum.”

You froze. But then you said:

“I will not be anyone’s gift!”

But then a quick reflection came to your mind.

It was a good way to sneak into De Pleur’s troops. You knew Varshakot fortress very well, but at the same moment you knew De Pleur wasn’t trusting you. Of course, you were working for him since few weeks and you never was a problem to him nor his people, but still he had a limited trust towards you.

You took a deep breath.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path, you thought to yourself.

You briefly looked at Ajay and Sabal, then you turned your head to the commander.

“I surrender. Can’t fight anymore, I’m injured. You got me.”

A wry smile appeared on man’s face.

“Good slut” he gave a look to one of his men. “Inform De Pleur I have a surprise for him.”


Call of repentance || Part I

Summary: reader is a member of the Golden Path. Under Amita’s command you have to sneak to the Royal Palace to kill Pagan Min. But when you’re about to fulfill your mission, you find youself unable to – under charm of king Min, you decide to switch the path and stand by the side of the Royal Army, becoming one of the leaders. 

Word Count:1540

Warnings: cursing

A/N: I’ve decided to separate that little story for two or three smaller parts. This is the first one. We don’t wanna make another fanfiction, taking we have two main larger fics at the moment. But I’ve been in Far Cry 4 fandom for a long time period, so it’s a really nice chance to me to come back to one of my favorite fandoms. I’ve wanted to create such story since very beginning, taking that Far Cry fandom was my very first one ever 🙂 I still have a lot of sentiment toward all those characters, so I hope you all will enjoy my work.

Author: Rouge


The world was slowly waking up to life.
The sun was more boldly penetrating through the morning mists, which were enshrouding Kyrat. A gentle wind was toring the crowns of the trees. In the air there was a smell of subtle spring.

When the first rays of the sun fell through the open window to the room of yours, they have gently illuminate your face still plunged in a dream.

You lazily opened your eyes and almost immediately narrowed them by light. You shielded your face with a hand and for a moment accustomed to the morning light.

When your eyes stopped hurting, you put hand down and stretched slowly.

You got up and went straight to the bathroom. You walked over to the sink, washed your teeth and face and looked at your reflection in a large, ornate mirror that hung just above the sink.

Your shiny hair shimmered in the light coming through the little window, your eyes were expressed energy. Your delicate, swarthy complexion was glowing.

You got dressed and when you ate a quick breakfast, you got out of your little wooden house.

You lived in Banapur, a little village in Southern Kyrat.

The life wasn’t easy, especially there, in a country torn by a civil war.

Nothing left but a try to have as normal life as it was only possible to.

In Banapur, which was a main headquarter of the Golden Path, nothing was normal at all.

From the side it looked like the village was nothing more but a place where Kyrati people were living calmly. But the truth was, that all those houses were hiding a secret. Banapur was the last one mainstay of the Golden Path, the little organization created yet in the end of XX century to fight against the Royal Army leaded by Pagan Min, the King of Kyrat.

The story of him taking the crown was rather vile – first, Min was working with Royalists and when he got a chance, he betrayed them, killing the last King of Kyrat with his all family and then he called himself the next King.

A lot of people died in such hard time, under the dictatorship of Min.

And then, many years later, when son of Mohan came back to his motherland, the forces of the Golden Path got stronger. The organisation recruted a lot of new people, mostly young, to introduce them in a fight against Royal Army and Pagan Min himself.

Of course, no one said it will be an easy case, no. There was a lot of preparations before every action they were taking part in. A lot of people has been kidnapped by Army. They were killed or tortured or even put to Durgesh – the prison located high in Himalayas.

You were a member of the Golden Path too, you were under comman of Amita, one of two leaders.

The second one, Sabal, had such distinct view at the current situation in the country then Amita, so it caused a lot of misunderstandings and fights between those two.

And now there was a meeting in your part of camp. You, as the most trusted soldier had to take part in it too.


“What do you want to achieve?” you snarled.

“Since you have started working in Varshakot for De Pleur, you are even greater whore than you were” Sabal growled loudly, glancing at you with brows rised in a cruel grimace.

Amita stood up and almost immediately slapped the man in the cheek.

“What are you both doing?!” Ajay yelled with a loud voice, standing between Amita and Sabal.

“He started” Amita summed up. “He began to insult my soldier with no reason just because he is jealous of her work, Ajay” woman crossed arms at her chest.

“That isn’t true!” Sabal said. “She began. She is trying to disturb me with our current mission at Sleeping Saints monastery” man pouted.

“Enough. Everyone split up” Ajay snapped sharply, frowning as he looked at other people gathered in the room. “You two, Amita and Sabal, you’re gonna stay. And you too, Y/N!” young man looked at you with his big brown eyes. “As I see, you need someone to lead the way. So I’m hearing. I wanna hear both versions” he took a seat on the chair and crossed his legs, looking at Amita and then at Sabal.

“Let me start” she threw an anger gaze at Sabal, then she briefly looked at you and Ajay. “My proposition is to send Y/N to the Royal Palace. It won’t be a problem, because guards know her. She is still working in Varshakot and De Pleur trusts her” Amita smirked. “So it will be easy. And then she’s gonna be able to knock king down. Without witnesses. Without suspicions..”

Ajay only nodded and turned to Sabal. “What is your plan?”

Sabal has sighed before he spoke.

“Well, I think we should gather all our forces to prepare an attack at Varshakot first. And Y/N” he looked at you, “she knows that place really good. When we’ll take that fortress, our people will believe in a upcoming success, they’ll work more efficiently.”

You smiled sadly and decided to take part in the exchange of views.

“It won’t be nothing else but a fake propaganda” your voice was harsh. “People’s morale will rise, but when we’re be attacked by Pagan’s forces, they’ll lose them again rather quickly” you summed up. “That’s why I am more up to Amita’s idea” you shrugged.

Ajay nodded in silence, then he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Let’s do that. Let’s destroy his forces from inside” he looked hardly into Amita’s eyes. “I’m by your side this time.”

Sabal growled and got up, leaving the room.


You were torn out from sleep in the middle of the night by a powerful roar, which echo bounced off the mountain peaks surrounding the Southern Kyrat.

You quickly got out of bed and lit the lamp standing on the nightstand. You took a long hoodie from the chair and carelessly threw it over your shoulders.

You pinned your hair in a ponytail.

You went downstairs and then outside the house.

After entering the main square of Banapur, you noticed, that most of the villagers were gathered outside their homes. Some stood in larger groups, others were walking around.

You walked in the direction of the main building, where all soldiers were supposed to be.

Standing in front of the main entrance, through the wide open door, you saw Sabal and Ajay, both were talking loudly.

Next to them there was Longinus, who spoke with someone by walkie-talkie.

There were also a couple of other people, who were preparing weapons.

Suddenly, Amita came out from the building, dressed in a long brown cargo pants, hiking boots and a T-shirt with long sleeves.

When she saw you, immediately she came up to you.

“What happened?” you asked reluctantly.

“Apparently, somewhere in the vicinity of Baghadur the bomb has exploded” woman summed up.

“What?!” you asked with your eyes wide open. “How do you know about it?”

Amita shrugged.

“Apparently, a small branch of the Golden Path has been returning by forest from their exercises. They saw it with their own eyes. The explosion reportedly was huge!” Amita looked thoughtful.

“Perfect” there was a loud voice of Sabal. “Now Noore will ask Pagan to make a retaliation, because she’s gonna think that it was us who set the bomb at her fortress, fuck” he snapped, catching Amita’s shoulder. “Again we’re about to lose many people, little bitch, it’s your fucking fault! You’re gonna have their blood on your hands”.

You pushed him away from Amita.

“Leave her!” you gnarled harshly. “It wasn’t her fault at all. Nor any of us” you rised your chin up.

Ajay approched you all. He looked so sad when he has spoken.

“I think we don’t have time to prepare Y/N to mission. She needs to sneak there as soon as possible, Amita” his voice was nothing more but whisper. “We need to act. We won’t let them to take us down.”


Cool wind of the night dispeled Pagan’s unbuttoned white shirt.

Yuma silently went to Pagan and put her hand gently on his shoulder.

“I do not want to just believe, that they organized something like that. As for them, it’s too big undertaking.”

She felt, that the muscles of Pagan are tensed. She knew, he was furious.

“I almost lost you” he turned to Yuma and hugged her tightly around the waist, looking down at her. “Paul will find people, who are responsible for the explosion. If it turns out, that Sabal or Amita was behind it, I will personally stick my kukri into his or her heart” he said. “I lost Ishwari long time ago. I can’t lose my little sister” he said.

Yuma frowned hearing the name of her brother’s ex lover, but she nodded carefully. “You won’t lose me, I’m too tough” she took a step back. “Going to check if our guards are preparing weapons” she turned around and walked out of the balcony.

Pagan knew, that until they’ll find out, who organized the attack, he won’t know peace.

The chronicles of the winter || Part IX

Part II  || Part III || Part IV || Part V || Part VI || Part VII

|| Parta VIII

continuation of imagine

Summary: Steve’s mission went wrong… Very wrong.

Word Count:

2194

Warnings: Blood, injuries

Author: Beast

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Since their common evening, Emily hasn’t spoken with
Bucky at all.

He saw her few times. They passed each other like a
ghosts at the corridors of the complex. Everytime when Bucky wanted to ask the
woman, what exactly has changed between two of them that they couldn’t even
talk for a while, Emily was simply passing him by, don’t even looking at him.

He easily could feel that everything has changed.

Deep inside he knew he shouldn’t have been doing that.
He shouldn’t let her seduce him, it just couldn’t end well.

Bucky’s contact with Steve also has been restricted.

Their supervisors seemed to do everything to separate
men from each other.

Bucky could also feel kind of a distance, which has
built up between him and Steve.

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Another week has passed and Bucky confirmed himself in
a premonition that something was wrong.

While he was looking for Steve, he heard a
conversation between two of the guards in canteen.

“… with her” one of them said simply, drinking coffee.

“I would give everything to be at his place at the
moment” second man chuckled. “She’s pretty hot.”
“Of course she’s” guard who was drinking the coffee stretched his back. “Rogers is a fucking lucky
dude, isn’t he?”

“Don’t ya remember? He’s not Rogers anymore. They said he’s called Captain
Hydra now” older guy shrugged.

Bucky frowned, listening to this little conversation.
He realized that Steve has to be outside the complex. And… Was he with Emily?
Have they had a mission? But Steve would tell him… Why he didn’t?

Bucky, however, felt a cold shrink in his heart.

EMILY. She also went away without farewell. Without
single word. Why both of them were treating him like that?

He couldn’t find an answer.

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One day, Bucky has been taken to the small room at one
of the lowest levels of the complex.

There was three man awaiting at him. Two doctors and
no one else but Aiden Black himself.

“Good morning, soldier” man in a suit smirked
viciously.

Bucky didn’t say a word, he simply took a seat in
front of the man.

“Why are you so silent, soldier?” Black pretended a
concern.

“Where’s Steve?” Bucky simply asked.

Black raised his mouth corners in a haughty grin.

“He left. He has more important things to do instead
sitting here with you” man said.

Bucky snapped his head to face Aiden Black again.

“Liar” Barnes gasped loudly. “Steve’s my friend. He
wouldn’t…”

Black smirked again.

“Funny” Black mused with a sick smile, getting
dangerously close to Bucky’s face, “wasn’t that exactly the same thing that you
said the first time when Hydra found you?” he laughed harshly. “Face it,
Barnes. Steve Rogers’ dead. Now he’s the Captain Hydra and he’s working for us
and only for us” man in suit got up from his seat and walked slowly around the
room. “Nothing can bring him back” Black finally stopped behind Bucky’s back
and he put his large hands and Winter Soldier’s shoulders. Black also leaned
down and whispered directly into Bucky’s ear. “And as I suppose he’s having a
lot of fun with your Em.”

The last statement was like a sharp blade of a knife
stabbed into Bucky’s chest.

Bucky responded with spitting in Black’s smirking
face.

Of course, as always when he wasn’t behaving like they
would wanted, he was greeted with violence, but that didn’t matter.

“Now, get some rest, soldier” Aiden growled slowly,
wiping flecks of Bucky’ blood of off his hands. “We have work to do.”

When Black left the room, Bucky yelled aloud, hitting
the table in front of him with his metal fist.

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Evening had long since fallen, the
chill of night picking at the edges of his meager jacket as he silently made
his way through the quieting city. Captain Hydra was walking, passing closed
shops and tracing streets he didn’t know.

He had a mission to do and he didn’t want to let his
supervisors down.

Steve had to kill a director of some organization
named Robrax. It was kind of a pharmaceutical industry enterprise. Hydra was
willing to do anything, just to overtake some researches results. Steve only
knew they have wanted to make a new biological weapon.

He knew he should be careful, because, following the
information he got, it seemed that other organization has wanted him for their
own businesses.

Being in a deep thoughtfulness, he easily got at the
terrain of the restricted area.

The building was oh so large. White walls and glazed
doors were giving that real estate more dignity then he thought in a first
moment.

With a knife in his hand, he quietly slipped into a
large building. He sneaked unheeded next to the guard’s place and he headed
directly into the office number 10, located at the second floor.

Taking a staircase, he reached the floor and when he
checked that no body’s there, he slowly stepped at the corridor. He went along
it until he found a door with a gold numbers on them. Steve opened them and walked
inside. Immediately he noticed the man he was looking for.

Dressed in a black suit, guy was sitting in the
leather chair, making some notes. Fortunately for Steve, man was facing him
with his back.

Captain Hydra walked over to his target and as quickly
as he could, he put his palm at man’s mouth to cut over his throat in the next
second.

It didn’t take long for man to bleed out.

Steve, as soon as he made sure man’s dead, he left the
room, putting his knife back into his pocket.

He also easily managed to leave the building.

It was first time when he killed someone because of an
order. Deep inside the last degraded ounce of his morality was trying to
convince him that he was making a huge mistake. But he pushed those thoughts
away.

He walked slowly along the street, heading to his
apartment, which Hydra has rented for him.

The barking of a dog jarred him from
his thoughts, body suddenly tense and eyes, hard as steel and just as cold,
scanning his surroundings for any threat as he stopped in his tracks. His knife
was produced from his pocket, not as large but just as deadly in his capable
hands. 

Another noise caught his attention. Footsteps,
ten feet behind to the right. His mind was just methodical and
calculating. Fingers tightened around the handle of the combat knife, although
he showed no outward signs of realizing he was being approached; to any
passersby it merely looked as if he was staring off into the jeweled skyline.
The darkness would either be a great hindrance or a welcome advantage, but only
time would tell..

Click. The sound of
the safety switching off of a pistol was all the prompting Steve needed. Moving
with a speed unexpected in his depleted state he spun around. A great blaze of
light and concussive sound filled the street, the weapon discharging as Steve
plunged his knife deep into the chest of his would-be assailant. In that
quarter second of movement he had searched, located and struck, the metal blade
deftly gliding between ribs and into a lung. The air filled with the sharp scent
of copper and iron as blood poured from the wound.

Steve quickly realized it was one of the guards from
Robrax.

The haphazard discharge of the weapon
had blasted a round into the sidewalk, the sound of it no doubt alerting every
person within a two block radius. I need to
escape.

The man collapsing into a pool of his
own blood, not dead but not quite alive.

If there was one there had to be
more, he thought, and they had to be coming for him. He made it two steps
before he heard the crack of a sniper rifle, echoing off some far-off building.
The next few seconds blurred together, but he remembered being knocked off his
feet, air forced from his lungs as he hit the brick wall of the building next
to him, knife clamoring from his hand. Heat blossomed on his back, a burst of
wet crimson that trickled down his spine as a bullet planted itself squarely
into his right shoulder blade. The choking cry of surprise that escaped him
startled him.

The pain hadn’t hit him yet, but his body felt like
ice. His legs were sluggish underneath him as he struggled to his feet, bolting
into an alleyway as he heard another bullet slam into the wall behind him. It’d
been a low shot, as if for his leg. They want me alive.
The thought filled him with a sick dread as he realized that they wanted to put
him back on his leash, or worse, put him down so he couldn’t spill their
secrets, although he had no secrets to tell. At least, not as he was now.

Shouts of men filled the street. “Down the alleyway!” and
“He’s getting away!” among other things he couldn’t catch. The pain
was starting to filter into his awareness, starting as an acidic heat that
slowly built in on itself. His heart was pounding, lungs heaving, as he tried
to lose the guard’s team in the maze of back alley streets. He needed to get to
the apartment.

As he rounded a corner, two guardians spotted him,
shouting loudly to others. A swear hissed under his breath, narrowly avoiding
another bullet aimed for his legs. His reflexes were slowing, he could feel it,
his strength draining from the wound the harder he pushed himself. A pistol was
produced from his pocket, only two rounds fired with the same deadly precision
he had used to change history numerous times. The first man dropped in a heap,
not even getting the luxury to realize he had been hit. The other’s ribs popped
wetly as the bullet tore open his side, letting out a ghastly cry as he tumbled
to the ground and didn’t get back to his feet.

Without a moment’s hesitation the Steve was gone, vanishing into the
darkness like the ghost he was before more of the guard’s team could arrive.
Rain earlier in the day had slickened the streets, helping to hide his trail of
blood as he snaked his way through the sleeping city. He had no idea how long
he was running and barely had any recollection of where he was going, his body
operating almost entirely on instinct by the time he reached that familiar
building. His running had slowed to a staggering shamble, forcing his legs,
which he lost feeling in about three minutes ago, to climb up the flight of
stairs.

His breathing came with difficulty, his limbs heavy and blood like ice.
The worn clothing he had been wearing was soaked through with his own blood,
which still bubbled from the sniper’s bullet.

The door to the second floor apartment seemed like a nearly
insurmountable obstacle. His glassed-over eyes darted from the knob to the
floor, then to a small, out-of-place planter of tiny flowers. Barely a murmur
of thought crossed his mind as he nudged it with his foot, exposing a key. He was
too exhausted and in too much pain to question just why he believed there would
have been a key there. The key was retrieved, clumsily inserted into the lock,
and the door opened without protest; he could have kicked it open or picked the
lock like last time, but he didn’t have the time or strength to attempt it.

With a soft clink of metal the key fell from his trembling fingers to
the floor, shakily standing at the threshold taking great, heaving breaths. His
vision was growing blurry and his hearing muffled, but after a moment of
hesitation he stepped inside, pulling the door shut behind him, the click of
the lock oddly comforting. Movement in front of him, down the narrow hall, and
he knew he wasn’t alone. The pistol was still clutched in his left hand. He
tried to take another step but his body had had enough; the pistol dropped to
the floor, abandoned, as he tried to steady himself by pressing that palm to
the wall.

Something was spoken to him but he didn’t catch it,
gaze lifting to where he’d seen the movement earlier. Someone was standing a
few yards away now. He didn’t need to hear to know who it was. Breath was
inhaled sharply, words attempted but failed.

Emily Vandom. 

His whole body was shaking; it felt like the world was
collapsing in on itself all around him. Underneath all the pain was a faint,
lingering disappointment. Pain washed his thoughts away, a low whimper in his
throat betraying the fact he was injured. He was going to go down, he felt it,
and not a moment later did his right leg buckle, his whole body collapsing with
it. He fell into something warm and yielding, not hard floor like he expected,
but he had no time to ponder it as the darkness closed in on him.

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TENDER LOVE – BUCKY BARNES X READER ONE SHOT

Summary: You happen to be Bucky’s
girlfriend. It’s your birthday that day and Bucky wants you to feel as special
as it’s possible, so he shows you his very romantic side, about which you didn’t
know earlier.

Word Count: 1219

Warnings:

smut, unprotected sex
and fluff 🙂

Author: Nad


You came back home earlier than you were planning too, however
it was still a late evening.

“I’m back home, Bucky!” you said loudly, taking off your blue
coat and hanging it at hatrack next to the door.

You frowned a bit as you heard nothing but silence. With a loud
sigh you took of your high heels and with a bag on your shoulder you stepped
into a living room, becoming motionless as soon as you did.

On the floor there were petals of roses in different shades of
pink and red.

On the little dining table few candles has been placed. There
also were petals.

The only light in the room was caused by those candles.

A bottle of a red wine, two glasses and plates – everything was
placed shipshape.

You slowly took the bag off of your shoulder and put it on the
couch.

Slowly you went deep into the room, looking around as you were
trying to figure out what was happening.

Suddenly, you felt a familiar pair of a strong palms on your
shoulders.

Instead of words, you heard a low voice whispering into your
ear from behind.

“I hope you like what you see.”

That sentence hung in the room when you were thinking how to
respond.

“I… Bucky.. It’s beautiful…” you whispered slowly.

A rough hand has been placed on your cheek, forcing you to turn
your head back.

As soon as you did, you felt a rough lips on your soft ones.

You closed eyes, enjoying the tenderness of the kiss. Your hand
found its way to Bucky’s unshaven cheek.

After the kiss he looked deeply into your eyes and smiled at
you.

Man offered you his metal arm.

“Shall we?” he asked politely and you gave a nod.

Bucky led you to one of the chairs and he improved it as soon
as you took a seat.

“Thank you” you smiled brightly looking as he was taking his
own seat.

It was only when you realized he was dressed in your favorite
outfit, namely dark jeans and a black satin shirt. His dark hair has been
gathered in a little bun.

“You look amazing, Buck” you giggled softly, smiling at him.

“Not as much as you, doll” he smirked happily, unscrewing the
bottle of wine.

You both enjoyed a delicious meal your boyfriend had prepared
for that dinner.

He also gave you a present. It was a gold necklace and a pair
of gold earrings in a shape of roses.

“Oh, Buck, you shouldn’t have..” you weren’t even trying to
hide your astonishment as Bucky helped you to put the necklace on.

His strong hands skilfully buttoned it up on your neck while he
leaned down to kiss your cheek and whispered.

“Happy birthday, Y/N.”

You giggled softly, brushing his chin with your fingers.

“I didn’t know that my man can be oh so charming” you smirked.

Bucky laughed shortly.

“As you can see, I can still be an enigma to you.”

You felt like his metal arm has been wrapped around your waist
and his second hand has been placed under your knees.

“Buck, what..” but you couldn’t end your sentence, because you
started to giggle as soon as he picked you up, taking you in his arms.

“Shh” he only murmured softly, walking upstairs with you in his
arms. “If you were thinking that was everything, you were wrong” he said
openly. “But the second part of my surprise will need your effort also” he
kissed your chin.

You bit your lower lip slightly. You good knew, what was about
to happen.

Your common bedroom was embellished with candles and incenses.
A sweet scent of vanilla caused that you immediately relaxed.

“Mmm.. You gave your best in that preparations” you kissed his
lips.

He slowly laid you down on the bed and took a place between
your legs, kissing your lips very tenderly.

You wanted him. Like never before.

Bucky gently put hands on your hips, you grinded yourself
closer to him. He shock his head and whispered that tonight was about you.
Bucky then slowly removed his shirt and then he undressed you from your tight
dress. Man stopped and just lay staring at your half naked body, you grabbed
his hands off your hips and you moved them further down your body.

He knew exactly what you wanted, so Bucky put hand down your
lacy underwear, he slowly rubbed his hand against her and he grinned as he
could feel that you were already moist.

You then pulled yourself more of him, you put hands down his
boxers.

“Not tonight, doll” he let off a little laugh as he reminded
you that it was about you tonight.

He kissed his way around your breasts, slowly removing your bra
and let his tongue circulate your nipples. He could tell by your small groans
this was exactly what you have wanted.

He kissed his way down your body, then he came to your hips,
Bucky kissed each one and removed your sexy underwear.

Bucky gently kissed the top of your clit and let the tip of his
tongue to tease you. He smirked as he gently let the tip of his tongue slipped
inside you. Bucky worked his way around, good knowing what you wanted.

Your groans grew louder and longer.

“Exactly like that, don’t stop..” you purred softly, gripping
the sheets.

After a few minutes he stopped and used his metal fingers, so
he could then kiss your nipples too.

You were running your hands through his dark hair.

“Oh my God…” you moaned quietly, biting your lips.

Bucky took off his jeans and boxers and he started to kiss your

neck and as slowly as he could, Bucky entered himself inside
you.

First, he moved slowly, letting you to adjust to his size. And
then he started to thrust faster.

“God, I love you, Y/N” he mumbled in a pleasure.

He carried on until you started to scream his name.

“Buck! I’m gonna cum!” you screamed, digging your nails in his
muscular back.

He stopped instantly.

“Bucky…” you almost begged but he only smiled, pulling his
penis out of your pussy.

Brunette rolled at side and you eagerly got on top of him. You
arched your back so he could slowly put himself back inside you.

You rested your hands on his broad chest and he held you from
your back. Bucky slowly moved hands to your ass, gently squeezing it and it was
when you started to go faster and harder.

“Hey, easy, doll, slow down” he purred, watching your sweaty
body. He moved his metal hand to grab your boobs.

“I can’t, Buck! I wanna cum!” you threw your head back, going
even faster, bucking your hips back and forth. So he let you to carry on.

Bucky squeezed your ass for one last time and you screamed you
came. As soon as he felt your hot cum around his cock, he exploded his load in
you.

“Fuck!” you screamed and then you simply fell on him, gasping
for air.

He wrapped arms around your waist and kissed your sweaty
forehead.

“That was amazing, doll” Bucky left a little hickey on your
neck.

It was the best sex you both ever had.


LET THE WATER WASH A SHAME || BUCKY X READER ONE SHOT

Summary: Reader is Bucky’s
girlfriend, who is still too shy to do some certain things with him. Bucky
decides to help her find a hardihood.

Word Count: 1053

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex

Author: Beast 


Two months.

You were
HIS girlfriend since two months. You were enjoying every day you were able to
spend with him.

Being
Bucky’s girlfriend wasn’t a simple thing to deal with.

You always
were recognized, you always had to be classy.

Bucky has
put you on a display, he was always proud to have such a beautiful woman by his
side.

Of course,
your common relationship quickly got very intimate.

But you
couldn’t get rid of the strange feeling, that you’re not too experienced as
Bucky was, that thought was always somewhere in the back of your head.

Bucky was
trying so many times to make you feel comfortable and he almost succeed,
however you still were too shy to free your desires.

That day,
Bucky came back really late.

He was
tired and exhausted after mission and as soon as he gave you a lovingly kiss,
he went to the bathroom to take a shower.

“Do you
want me to make you a tea, tiger?!” you asked loudly, stepping out of the
kitchen.

“Later!” he
yelled back.

You heard
he was circulating between bathroom and bedroom, gathering his stuff.

After a
while the tea was ready, so you took it to the bedroom and you set a mug on the
night table.

“Is my doll
glad I’m back at home?” a deep voice asked.

Looking up,
your face reddened slightly as you saw Bucky only in tight boxers, eying his
toned arms and broad chest. Even if it wasn’t the first time you saw him like
this, you always got the butterflies going crazy in the pit of your stomach.
You snapped back into reality as Bucky walked towards you, his arms went around
your waist, pulling you close to him.

“I was
about to jump in the shower, care to join me?” he asked, his voice deeper if
even possible. Bucky’s blue eyes had a hint of mischief and lust, suddenly your
tiredness melts away.

“I’d love
to” you murmured, unconsciously biting your lower lip.

Bucky
smiled as he unbuttoned your jeans skirt, letting it fall to your feet. You
stripped off your shirt and he unclasped your bra as you pulled down his
boxers. He took your hand and pulled you behind him, straight to the bathroom.

Both of you
has stepped into the shower, the water was nice and warm, immediately making goose
bumps appeared onto your naked bodies.

Bucky
wrapped his arms around you, his chest pressed against your back as the warm
water surrounded the both of you. Although with the hot temperature of the
shower, you can’t help but shiver as you feel Bucky’s hot breath over your
neck.

The dark
haired man suddenly started to kiss your neck, even nipping at your skin.
Humming in pleasure, you turned around, wrapping your arms around brunette’s
neck, reaching up to kiss his delicious lips. Bucky’s hands went to your butt,
squeezing it slightly as you squeak in a surprise. Smirking, Bucky lifted you
up, putting your legs around his waist and backing you up onto the wall of the
shower. He kissed you greedily, his tongue teasing the inside of your mouth, as
he runs his hands up and down your thighs. Bucky pulled away, immediately his
lips went to your neck, sucking and leaving small hickeys. You whimpered
feeling your boyfriend’s tongue lick your collarbones, which only made him lick
you harder.

He then
gave an attention to your boobs, licking and sucking on one as he played and
messaged the other. Moaning loudly at the pleasure, you felt something hard
brushed against your ass. Smirking slightly, Bucky put your legs down, putting
his hard cock in between your legs, teasing your entrance and clit. You gasped
as he let out a breathy moan, his eyes met yours as he slowly entered into your
wet heat. He started out slowly, savoring the feeling, but he then picked up
the pace, pounding into you.

“SHIT!” you
screamed, digging your nails into his back as he hit your g-spot. Throwing your
head back, your back arched slightly, your breathing was uneven, panting along
with Bucky. He gripped onto your hips as he thrusted into you, you whimpered as
Barnes roughly kissed your lips, his teeth biting into your lower lip. He
thrusted hard and fast, making you both moan each other’s names. Suddenly he
slipped out of your pussy, letting out a loud groan.

“How much I
love your sweet tight pussy, baby girl..” Bucky looked at you with a lustful
glance.

With barely
any pause he lifted you with incredible strength and pressed you against the
glass. Bucky thrusted his hard dick into your pussy. You cried out, sensitive
from the work he just did on you. Man gripped on your softens as he pulled back
your wet hair.

He kissed
your arms, neck, nibbled your earlobe while he was awaiting for your body to
accommodate his member. Bucky once again reached for the shelf and you grab my
strawberries and cream body wash.

Bucky slid
his metal hand down to your pussy to massage your clit as he pumped in and out
of you.

“Yes… God,
so tight…” he closed his blue eyes, enjoying the pleasure.

He pressed
you even harder against the glass and began to grind against you, pumping deeper
into your pussy.

“Unleash
your desires, doll..” Bucky whispered directly into your ear.

Barnes
moved his hands to your hips to gain better leverage and you moved your hand to
your swollen clit. Within minutes you were thrown once again over the edge,
crying out his name as you did.

Your walls
tightened against his large cock. Bucky again kissed your neck as the two of
you came together, his milky cum dripped out of your pussy. Panting and gasping
for air, Bucky gave you a breathless kiss, before pulling out slowly.

“Bucky…
God… I love you so much, tiger..” you said, your eyes were half-lidded and
tired. Brunette smirked, kissing your forehead.

“I do love
you too, doll. Now let’s get washed up” he said, grabbing your strawberry
scented shower gel.

“I… I did…”
you whispered.

“I know.
You unleashed it finally” he smiled to you and then he gave you a kiss.

That night
you both slept peacefully, snuggling to each other.


The chronicles of the winter || Part VIII

Part II  || Part III || Part IV || Part V || Part VI

 || Part VII

continuation of imagine

Summary

Bucky and Steve are still at Hydra’s base. Days are passing by and their situation isn’t changing. But Bucky seems to not care about it. He cares about something else. Or rather SOMEONE…

Word Count: 4296

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex

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From then on out Steve’s training really began. Each day he had lessons in German, Russian, tactics, as well as weaponry training and different forms of hand-to-hand. Steve’s least favorite lessons were the ones on the organization known as SHIELD, because apparently his friends were the founders, and he absolutely hated the idea of working to destroy something they’d built, even if it was for the sake of Bucky. Steve wasn’t sure, how much time had passed since they were kidnapped. Days were blending into each other. Everyday he was wiped again, they wanted to stay in control over him, but Rogers remembered. Everything from his previous life. Steve was given a list of SHIELD’s top agents, Hydra’s own little ‘Most Wanted’ list, and forced to memorize all of their strengths and weaknesses, and how best to take them down. The months passed slowly. Steve rarely saw Bucky, since most of the time they kept him in something called cryo, which was basically them just freezing him to keep him in stasis and make him live longer. However, whenever Bucky was off cryo, Steve tried to make him feel like as much of a person as possible, sitting with him while he ate and training with him. It made Steve very sad to do, since Bucky was unresponsive to everything he said unless he phrased it as an order, which Steve absolutely refused to do.

One day, five months after seeing Bucky for the first time since they had been kidnapped, Steve had just gotten back from a mission and was grabbing a bite to eat in the small kitchen off the gym. He preferred it because he could be alone with his thoughts, instead of in the large mess hall. Then Bucky entered. It wasn’t that unusual, Bucky usually got his meals from that kitchen, too, when he was awake. So Steve said hello to him like he always did, not expecting a reply. Bucky turned and stared directly at Steve after grabbing a sandwich. Steve stared back, surprised, Bucky’s gaze rarely narrowed in on Steve, even if he was looking at him he wasn’t focused on Steve. But in that moment… he was.“Buck?” Steve ventured cautiously, putting down his bowl of cereal and taking a few steps closer to his friend. “Do you…do you see me, Bucky?”“I know you” Bucky said absently, voice rough from disuse. The words were a statement, but the way his voice went up at the end made it seem like a question.“Yeah, Buck” Steve said, unable to keep the relief from his voice. He walked closer until he was right in front of Bucky, carefully placing a hand on his shoulder. Bucky’s eyes darted from that hand and back to Steve’s eyes. “Yeah, you know me. I’m your friend.“Bucky was silent for a minute, the seconds ticking away in Steve’s head, and then he spoke again."Your mother… her name was Sarah?” Steve grinned and nodded eagerly. “And my sister…her name was Rebecca?” Once again Steve nodded. “Steve?"Steve didn’t wait any longer, he pulled Bucky into a hug at the vulnerable turn of his words, holding him tightly against his chest. "I’ve got you, Buck. I’m with you ‘till the end of the line.”

After that, Bucky began remembering much more, becoming more and more like himself each day. There would be times when something triggered him and he would fall back into The Winter Soldier mode, practically erasing all of their progress. But he always came back to himself, sometimes after an hour, sometimes after a week, but he always came back. They did their best to keep it hidden from the Hydra agents, but anyone with eyes could see that most of the time Bucky was there, the lifeless stare he used to adjurn completely gone. Steve didn’t know why everyone was letting it go, even Black, while talking at Bucky like he always did, didn’t comment on the new Bucky.

Bucky was sleeping in his small room at the second floor of the Complex Zero. It was one of these moments when he could has his own makeshift of a freedom. Suddenly he heard a loud, annoying noise. An alarm. Bucky slowly opened his eyes, he sat at the edge of his bed and rubbed his eyes. His door has been opened by one of the soldiers. ‘Move your fucking ass, Winter, there’s a fire in the warehouse of ammunition” man has said, before he ran further to wake others up. Bucky quickly put on a grey tight shirt and black, military pants. On top he put his tactical bulletproof vest, just in case. He left the room and apace he ran to the point of an ingathering. Most of the guards, soldiers and technicians were there yet. In the crowd Bucky immediately noticed Steve. Brunette went to the Captain, but before he could say anything, a huge explosion has interrupted them. Few men just fell on the ground covered in a snow, they have been hit by shards of a broken windows. Bucky noticed few more familiar figures on the horizon. Aiden Black, his two loyal soldiers and a redhead woman. They were running into the direction of the square, where rest of the people were gathered. Almost as soon as the lightning had struck the little building, the world became illuminated. In the distance,  everyone could see a thick gray smoke billowing into the skies. The once pale blue sky was now shielded by a veil of darkness as the smoke swallows up the whole sky. Bucky blinked few times, before he spoke.“What has happened?” he gave Steve a brief glance.“I’m not sure, Buck. I’ve heard as guards were saying it has to be someone from us who set fire to here” Steve’s voice was trembling a bit, from emotions. Bucky knew it was a brilliant chance to escape. In all that turmoil they could easily sneak out of the Complex and tried their luck in nearest wood. At the second hand, they were in a place they didn’t know. They could get lost, they could fall at one of Hydra’s little branches…There was too many options. To many potential dangers. Without a good plan even he an Steve wouldn’t make it. A plume of fire exploded into the blackness, the flame rolling outwards like the smoke of a mushroom cloud. It was an inferno fuelled by the gallons of accelerant in the warehouse. The heat was oppressive even from two hundred yards away. The onlookers had been excited at first, snapping pictures to upload to friends and generally behaving like a crowd on bonfire night. But then a subtle shift in the wind direction brought noxious smoke and ash raining down into their hair and eyes. With hands and clothing clamped to their mouths they tried to hide somewhere, while the management called for a help of firefighters. Meantime, the newborn flames licked the oxygen with their wrath and fury. Refusing to be contained, they danced orange and yellow reaching hungrily for fuel. After few more moments the fire overtook the main building. Everyone witnessed the fire swallow the entire building. Toxic fumes shot up into the air every few seconds and the thick, poisonous smoke choked everyone nearby. Fortunately, no one got harmed in the fire. Whole headquarter’s building has been destroyed completely.That was the reason, because of which Black decided to move all people to the little city named Yuryung-Khaya.

Owing to the extreme northern location, Yuryung-Khaya had a cold and dry polar climate with severely cold winters and cool summers. The village was situated on the right bank of the Anabar River, shortly before it flows into the Laptev Sea. The village economy was based around agriculture, specifically reindeer herding, fishing and other farming. It was just a perfect place to ran organization like Hydra. Villagers weren’t interested in a newcomers, they all had their own stuff to deal with. It turned, that Hydra was preparing that localization since rather long time period. A three miles behind the village a huge military complex has been built. It even had its own airport. But it was only a cover, just in case if some of the villagers would be too curious. The real base was located a mile aside of the complex. From the outside the secret base appeared to be an abandoned storage barn. Rusty barrels of noxious chemicals were littered around the entrance, each labelled with a skull and crossbones. Tall weeds grew between the stones and the fence was almost falling over, hardly high security. Nobody cared about what was above ground. Underground it was a different story. There was a maze of titanium rooms, each either buzzing with computers or loaded with the latest in weaponry. Every inch was recorded by security cameras and the staff wore electronic chips under their skin. Guards came and went through the tunnel that lead into the back of a complex. There were several different room types. Bucky quickly had to deal with one of them, namely the interrogation room. As Steve, he was suspected to set a fire to the Complex Zero and he had to be interrogated. By Aiden Black himself..The room was small and square, with two plastic chairs, a table and an empty water dispenser. The window is cracked, allowing a faint but pleasant smell of moisture into the room. The window was located just beneath ceiling. The view was at the little meadow above the underground complex. The walls were cream and bare. The light outside was now fading, the watery sun shining a single, dust-laden bar of brightness into the room. Barnes pulled out one of the chairs and sat down, his body immediately uncomfortable, his tongue already asking for a drink of water. His throat was tight and sticky with kind of a fear.

The door opened and slammed shut, making the brunette jump a little with the only slack he had.
“Good day, soldier. I am here to interrogate you. Do you understand?“ it was Aiden Black, dressed in a black tight suit with a grey shirt under his jacket.
Bucky nodded slowly, he didn’t want to have troubles, so he was trying to be as polite as he only could.
“Tell me, Barnes, who set the fire to Complex Zero?” the man said crankily seating himself into the chair opposite to Bucky.
Barnes stayed silent.
“TELL ME” Black repeated sternly.
Bucky felt coldness envelope him, but no darkness came.
Suddenly Black rose from his chair and leaned forward, he wrapped his large hands around the Bucky’s throat and squeezed. He easily raised brunette off the ground. Bucky kicked and squirmed, but it was no use. Just as his vision went blurry, two uniformed men came in, and Black dropped him to the ground.
"I know you had something in common with that fucking situation” Black growled slowly, his glance still at Bucky.
After a moment of silence he was lead out while Bucky sat, panting for breath.

Several days have passed.

The winter wind howled through the desolate marsh. The bleak grey cloud overhead reflected perfectly his grey mood inside. These short days, these long nights. The world seemed to lie barren and lifeless before him as if God himself had put it to sleep.

Bucky was spending his days mostly at trainings. If he had some free time, he was walking around the Complex, trying to find himself something productive to do.

At the dinner, when all people were gathered in a social canteen, Steve and Bucky were sitting at the single table, enjoying their meal.

All talks have faded in a second, when the redhead woman entered the canteen.
She was an adult, but so young that she still had the exuberance of youth. She had that movie star look, not overly tall and willowy, but more like an action star. Her muscle definition was perfect and she walked with the confidence of someone a decade older. She wasn’t just flawless in her bone structure, her skin was like silk over glass and she radiated an intelligent beauty.
She was holding a cup of cappuccino in her hand and she brought a newspaper with her under her arm.
She took a place at the table in the left corner of the room and she started to read as soon as she sat down.

Steve noticed that Bucky became soundless.
“Buck.. is everything alright?” blonde asked carefully, not taking his eyes of his friend.

Bucky mumbled something, waving his hand.
His eyes were still at the redhead. He couldn’t take his eyes of her. She was stunning and with every day he was finding himself more interested in that woman.

She was definitely his type of ideal woman.
Strong, confident, but charming and delicate at the same moment.

Steve smiled sadly.
“You know she’s by THEIR side” he reminded gently, putting his palm at Bucky’s shoulder. “Don’t waste your time, Buck. It’s not a woman for you”

Bucky has been dragged out of his thoughtfulness by Steve’s words.
Brunette turned his head to Rogers and frowned a bit.
“Stop it, Steve. Let me decide by my own, what’s good and what’s bad for me” Bucky’s face tensed as he sighed deeply, he ran his fingers through his thick hair.
Steve shook his head slightly.
“Easy, Bucky… I just meant you should think before you’ll engage yourself too much in that” Captain measured Bucky with his blue eyes. “I just wanted to give you my advice..”
“But I wasn’t asking for it” Bucky snarled coldly and got up from the table, leaving his unfinished meal. “I wanna be alone” he added quietly.

Bucky went straight to the door to the canteen, but before he left, he stopped in a door frame. He felt a blustery glance on himself, so he turned his head to check, who was looking at him.

Bucky’s heart raced a bit when he realized, it was the redhead woman, who was observing him.

He spent rest of the evening at a workout.
He worked out until his skin took on a glossy shine and the salty drops invaded his eyes. As he kept moving the sweat was a welcome addition, cooling and helping him to feel like he has been working hard enough.

That was when he heard the door has opened with a characteristic creak.
Bucky lifted his head and looked back above his shoulder.
He tried to keep his face straight, but it was hard.

Few steps from him a redhead woman was standing, crossing her arms at her chest.

“What the hell do you want?” He asked, trying to sound as cold as always. “I’m kinda busy.”
Woman smirked a bit, standing still.
“I have to drive to the city. Some kind of business. I need a help.”
Bucky frowned in a confusion.
“And how am I supposed to help ya?” man asked coldly, pulling up a barbells.
Redhead rolled her eyes, still standing in a place.
“I need a ride. I don’t have a driving licence” she explained openly, taking lock of her hair behind an ear.
Bucky let out a wryly laugh before he spoke.
“And what I’ll receive in a repayment?” brunette asked simply, not looking at the woman.
She laughed harshly.
“You’ll gain a few hours outside a base. It’s a aboveboard deal, isn’t it?” she said. “I can guarantee, that you won’t regret it.”

Bucky was thinking for a while, pretending he wasn’t interested at all.
But deep inside his soul there was a war between different emotions.
Call of a freedom was much stronger then he thought, though.

“Deal.”
Bucky looked briefly at her. He put barbells down and stretched his back.
Redhead woman gave him a little smile.
“I’m glad we have an agreement.”

She was about leaving the room, but before she did, redhead turned to face brunette once again.
“By the way, my name is Emily Vandom” her mouth corners raised a bit. “See you at 8pm at the main gate.”

She left him in a thoughtfulness, exhausted by a hard workout.

He came on tick.

She was waiting at him, sitting on a hood of a black old Mustang.
As soon as Emily spotted Bucky, she jumped off the hood with ease.
She was dressed in a tight short black dress and high heels.

She measured him with an interested glance.
“Hi” she greeted Bucky, tilting her head. “Nice jacket.”

Bucky was dressed rather casually. It was something new, because he used to wear only military pants and oversized t-shirts.
But now he had a black boots, tight dark jeans and grey tight shirt under black leather jacket.

Emily threw keys at him and he easily caught them.
Woman turned around and got to the car, taking a passenger seat next to the driver.

When they were driving to the city, he couldn’t stop himself from asking.
“Where exactly are ya going?” Bucky asked, he was focused on a gravely road.
Emily, who was leaning her forearm against the window, mumbled.
“It’s none of your business” she said simply, not even looking at him.
Bucky was silent for a while.
“Hey. I’m involved. I’m here, driving you, so I’m expecting at least a bit of sincerity” man growled with an annoyance.
Emily sighed deeply.
“If I will tell you, I’ll have to kill you” her voice was soft as always.
Bucky rolled his eyes.
They stayed silent till the end of the drive.

After some time, Emily came out of the little building.
They were somewhere in a city, car has been parked at the little parking lot as brunette was waiting at her.
Bucky was leaning his metal limb on a roof of the car, smoking a cigarette.
He heard clicking of her Hugh heels and he turned to her.
“Finally"he rolled his eyes.

They both got in the car. He put the key in the ignition and started it up. The loud rumble of the engine began to “PURRRRRRRR”.

He put the window down, turned the music up and they were off to begin their way back to the Complex.

"Wait..” Emily bit her lower lip. “Listen.. I don’t want to go back there. Not yet at least” she dared to gave him a look.
Bucky lifted his brow a bit.
“What do you mean?”
Emily stretched her forearms.
“There’s a little cosy pub nearby. C’mon. Let’s have few drinks. I need it. And I bet you do too.”

Bucky wasn’t thinking too long. He agreed on her proposition, only because he also didn’t want to go back to base. The night was still young.

They had a good time together.
And Bucky had to admit, that this woman was spinning his head round and round.
She even managed to pull him on a little dance floor, where they were swaying into rhythm of a music.
Bucky caught himself at grabbing Emily’s hips a bit too roughly in that dance, but girl didn’t seem to mind it.

The drinks began flowing and  the sexual desire for one another became unbearable. They swiftly closed their bar tab and headed back to the black Mustang.

Once they were in the car, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her close.
“Let’s go have some fun” he said in a low voice.
Emily looked hardly into his blue eyes, she bit inside of her cheek, but she gave a nod.
They peeled out of the parking lot and drove off into the night.
They turned down an old dirt road.
He put the stang in first gear and let off the gas.

She then leaned over, unhooked his belt and started to unbutton his pants.
She unzipped his pants and pulled out Bucky’s hard dick.
She wrapped her lips around the tip and began to suck on it. She slid her tongue down the side of his stiff shaft. All the way down to his balls.
Up and down… Up and down his cock went down her throat.
“Yes, babe that’s it” Bucky moaned loudly.
She felt Bucky grabbed a handful of her hair and pull it tight. He pressed down on the back of her head, forcing his dick to slide closer to the back of Emily’s throat.
She spit on his cock, making it so wet, then she opened her mouth wider and went back to work.

He yelled.
“Yes, baby, yes, don’t stop! Don’t you dare to stop, little bitch!“
She felt his dick pulsating as she moved slowly up to the tip to take in his warm seamen
"Oh, fuck!” he grunted and began to erupt his load into her mouth.
She smiled as she swallowed his cum, slowly licking corners of her mouth.
“You taste good..” she whispered, lifting herself up to kiss him passionately. He could still tasted himself on her rosy lips..

He opened the door and got out. He walked around to her side and opened the door. He got down on his knees, grabbing her legs and pulled them toward him. He pushed her back against the console. Bucky gripped her hips and pulled them closer. He slided up her tight dress and pulled down her lacy panties. Slowly he rubbed his hands up her thighs and forced her legs to open.
“Now it’s your turn..” Bucky said as he began to bury his face into her yet wet pussy.

“Oh yes!” Emily moaned as he hit the right spot.  
It felt so good to feel his tongue circling around on her clit. He was more than experienced.
“Your pussy is so wet” he mumbled between licks.
Emily felt how his strong hands were squeezing her breast tightly.
She felt as he was sucking on her clit as he sticked two of his fingers into her pussy and thrusted them in and out.
“Yes.. Yes.. Right there..” she begged, diving her long fingers into his brown hair.
She grabbed the back of his head and forced him to go deeper.
Emily’s legs began to shake as she feel her orgasm.

“I want you to cum in my mouth” he asked openly, licking still as viciously as at the beginning.
Her whole body became numb as she went through her orgasm and released her hot wet cum all over his face.

Slowly he stopped moving his tongue and began to softly suck on her pussy.
He gave her pussy one last kiss as he knew he has satisfied her.

Bucky stood up and took off his shirt and he pulled his cock out of his jeans.
He pulled her out the car and ripped off her dress.
“Mmm… you have a tattoo..” he moaned into her ear from behind.

Emily had a tattoo in a shape of a wolf between her blade-bones.

Emily felt her ass was pressed against the stang as she was forced against the front of the car.
He turned her around and bended her naked body over the top of the hood.
Bucky spreader her legs and slowly slided his penis into her tight wet pussy.

“Fuck!” Emily couldn’t help but yelled loudly as soon as he went into her deeper and deeper. His dick felt amazing inside her and she craved more.

“I love your tight pussy” he growled as he squeezed her ass and pounded into her deeper. “You’re fucking hot, slut” he moved his metal arm at her breasts, squeezing them harshly.

She felt his dick throbbing in her as he went faster and faster.
She didn’t want him to stop…

He pulled her up and turned her around toward him. He put her on the hood of the car. As she laid down she felt him pulling her ass toward him. She wrapped her legs around him and quenched her thighs tightly.  
He grabbed a hold of Emily’s hips and slided his cock back in.
“Ahhhh!“ she heard him grunted as he got the whole thing in. Redhead felt like his balls were hitting her ass.

“Harder” she moaned aloud.
She didn’t care there was cold outside. She only cared of being fucked harder.
Emily felt her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as she was nearing her orgasm.

“I want you to cum all over my cock, slut” Bucky’s voice was nothing more than an order.
"Yes, soldier” Emily closed her eyes, trying to hold a pleasure back.
But she couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Fuck, I’m Cumming!” she cried heavily as she felt her warm cum was gushing onto him.

Bucky started pounding in her harder and deeper.
Faster and faster
“Babe, I’m gonna cum..” Bucky grabbed her hips  tightly, squeezing them hardly, especially with his metal hand.
He rammed it deep in her for one last time before he cum.

Their seductive, erotic, lustful fantasies finally had been fulfilled.

Bucky leaned down and kissed her roughly, pulling her closer by her waist.
“You’re so fucking hot, Emily..”

Woman blinked.
He used her name.

She felt a blush appeared on her cheeks, so she gently pushed him back and jumped of the hood, grabbing her dress and putting it on as fast as she could.

Bucky also improved himself, he put on his shirt before he turned to face her.
Zipping his jeans, he measured her body with lustful glance.

“Bucky..” She swallowed, standing with her back to him. “I.. we shouldn’t..” But she wasn’t able to end her sentence.

Barnes came to her, he took her into his arms and turned her to him, then he leaned down and kissed her beautiful lips.
She melted in that kiss. She wanted it to last forever…

It was a new beginning. A new start. For both of them.

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Author: Beast