Do you like dead doves? Need a little extra hurt during the holidays? If so, this is the event for you! 31 days and over 40 prompts to fulfill all those dark needs.
We are a dark holiday-themed Bucky Barnes event. Below, you will find the prompts for each day of December, along with alternate options.
As this is our second year we just want to reiterate that this is a no-pressure, for-fun event that offers over 50 prompts to fulfill your dark needs during the holiday season! Please be aware that the prompts on this list will contain dark and potentially disturbing themes and may not be suitable for all audiences.
Our new prompt list will be posted later today and we hope everyone who participates has a fun writing experience. If you have any questions our inbox is open.
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ❆ 𝐀𝐨𝟑 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞
1. Roasting on an open fire // Sweater Swelter
2. Torture // Bloodloss
3. Castration // Heartwarming
4. Forced To Watch // Punishment
5. Handmade // Glued Shut
6. Frostbite // Stocking - Stalking
7. Cuffed // Collared // Cold (Free Day)
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨
8. Naughty or Sliced // Lights
9. Bricked Up // Chimney // Stockholm Syndrome
10. Sleep Deprivation // Waiting All Night
11. Restraint // Humiliation
12. Jolly // Folly // Slay
13. Kidnapped // Under The Tree
14. Something Red // Something Dead (Free Day)
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞
15. Countdown // Out of time
16. Wrapped // Whipped
17. Blackmail // Letters To Santa // Holiday Hunting
18. Starved // Stuffed // Cannibalism
19. Snuff // Home Movies (Filming) (Free Day)
20. Used As Decoration // Dehumanization
21. Monsterfucking // Holiday spirit
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫
22. Necrophilia // Given As A Gift
23. Sacrifice In Vain // Spiked // Drugged
24. Loss of Consent // Blood Splatter
25. Twisted Celebration // Silent Night (Free Day)
26. Breathless // Survival // Passed Around
27. Confined To Bed // Cabin Fever
28. Fighting For Life // After Death // Strangulation
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞
29. Hypothermia // Co-Dependency
30. Non - Con Body Transformation // Brought Back
31. Cheers // Fears // New Year
𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐬
Silk Ribbon, Trapped In The Ice, Candy Caned, Consensual Hypnosis, Last Christmas, Chopping, A Light In The Dark, First Night, Silk Ribbon, Skullfucking, Chained, Unneeded Amputation, Incest, Snowballing, Conditioning
Special thanks to @vesearlee for creating the spectacular header and dividers for this event!
A/N: A dark, paranormal, romance set in an urban fantasy!
Tags: Achillean Romance, Age Gap, Alternate Universe - Boarding School, Creature Feature, Dark Fiction, Fae AU, Underage Character(s)
Summary
Bucky is determined to make a good impression.
Bingos and Events:
@anyfandomdarkbingo - Boarding School AU
@ao3tagbingo - Blood Kink
AU Challenge - Vampire
@augustwritingchallenge: Trick AU Treat 2025 - Day 1: Glow
@badthingshappenbingo - Trail of Blood
@bloodyheartsbingo: A Vesper Bleeding on Your Lips' Card (Bloody Hearts Mini Bingo I) - U R Great: General - Throwing a party in someone's honor to show how they're appreciated
@darkacademiabingo:
Dark Academia Bingo - Boarding School
Dark Academia Scenarios Flash Event - Amongst the elite, treacherous murmurs rise, the potential of exposure cracking honor and valor
@darkspicyevanstan: Paranormal Fantasy
@deadbingoclub: October - Bloodplay
@deaddovedec: 2024 - Week 1: Day 2 - Bloodloss
@deaddovekink:
Ageplay April 2024 - Day 1: Jailbait
Kinktober: Dead Dove Chapter 2025 - Day 29: Claimed
@eclipsingbingo:
Forbidden Love
The Rising Moon Flash - Broken Glass
@fairytalebingo: Mad Monster Bingo - Vampire
@thefairytalebingo - Vampire
@fandomsandstuff: Never Have I Ever - Creative Edition: Urban Fantasy
@fandombingo:
Crime & Mystery Trope Flash - Secret Messages
Dark Deception Bingo - School
Neverwhere Bingo - Something Hunting You from the Shadows
Valentine Trope Flash - Card 1: Chocolate Lava Cake, Card 2: Strawberry Mousse, Card 4: Turkish Delight
Wonderland Bingo - Arson
@fictober-event: 2025 - “This is annoying.”
@halloweenhorrorbingo: 2024 - Drinking Blood
@hurtcomfort-bingo: Pick Your Poison Bingo - Dizziness
@julybreakbingo: 2025 - Vampire AU
@kinktober-2025 - Day 7: Bloodplay
Macrocest: Winter Bingo - Free Space
@monsterfucktoberbingo - Free Space
@monthlywritingchallenges: Darktober - Alt Prompt: A smile you shouldn't trust
@multifandom-flash: Here There Be Monsters Bingo - Seelie
chapter 3: you still had me thinking I'm crazy (wish I knew then what I know now)
⟢ read: ao3 ➢ squidgeworld ➢ tumblr
⟢ author: a dark forest witch
⟢ rating: explicit ➢ nc-17
⟢ fandom(s): captain america: the winter soldier
⟢ pairing: james “bucky” barnes/steve rogers
⟢ tags: alternate universe - fusion, body horror, dark fiction, post tws, deranged!steve, consent issues, sexual content, watersports
⟢ word count: 5,671
Steve realizes that he can do some serious damage to Winter if he doesn’t let him rest by the scent of copper and rust intensifying in his nose. The heat from the shower traps the aroma in the air. He’s so in tune with his own body right now, he can tell exactly where the tears in Winter’s walls are. They’re from his own dick after all.
⟢ summary: Steve knows Bucky wants more, he can see the boy he used to love haunting him from the tired blue-grey irises of the man he saved. He wants Bucky too, so bad, but he can’t have him. Night after night he’s plagued with nightmares that terrify him. What’s worse? He wants what’s in them. He wants the darkness that’s brimming within him to be unleashed, he wants to take and take and take. How could he allow Bucky to experience that? No, no way. He can’t do it, he won’t.
⟢ @deaddovedec ⟡ 2024 ⟡ week 5 ⟡ day 30: non-con body transformation ⟢
⟢ @fairytalebingo ⟡ 2025 ⟡ free space ⟢
⟢ @thefairytalebingo ⟡ demon ⟢
⟢ @fandombingo ⟡ dark deception bingo ⟡ darkest desire ⟡ valentine trope flash ⟡ she he aches for the hand around her his throat ⟡ wonderland bingo ⟡ sexual harassment ⟢
⟢ @fandom-free-bingo ⟡ dream edition ⟡ demon au ⟢
⟢ @halcyonianlove ⟡ rape ⟢
⟢ @julybreakbingo ⟡ pre july 25 ⟡ canon divergence ⟡ kink: intersex ⟡ jbb 25 ⟡ kink: overstimulation ⟢
james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu | mini playlist
🅴 | 🔞 | dark fiction | bang post | fic masterpost | word count: 3k+
tags: alternate universe, creature feature, dark romance, dubious consent, family secrets, gothic fantasy tendencies, manipulation, non con body mod, non traditional omegaverse, sexual content, shrunkyclunks, steve might be a himbo, bucky delights in this though, relishes in it even
A wry glint had peaked through the thousand yard stare that marred Steve’s features that day. He didn’t want to impose then but maybe he should have taken Sam up on his offer.
bingo fills + event prompts
au challenge | tattoo parlor au
@avengers-assemble-bingo:
main event | natasha romanoff
bucky barnes birthday bingo | tattoo shop au
kinky bingo | alt: lurking in the dark
@thebo3bingo | blood loss
@buckybarnesevents: hot bucky summer 2025
week 3 | "not now!", heat/rut
@buckyboybingo | free space
@character-a-character-b: june bingo | helping shave
@character-plus-bingo:
captain america | free space
winter soldier | free space
@darkacademiabingo | tattoo parlor au
@darkspicyevanstan | non-traditional omegaverse
@deaddovedec: 2024 | week 2: day 14 | something red
@deaddovekink:
august heat | mating cycles: rut
femboy feb | fashion
heatwave | free day
kinktober '23 | free day
@eclipsingbingo:
main event | bleeding
the rising moon flash event | held down
@thefairytalebingo | gorgon
@fandombingo: dark deception bingo | vanish
@fandom-free-bingo:
fool's edition | new beginnings
madness may | free space
untamed | free space
@fictionaldelightsbingo: under the sea | free space
@halcyonianlove | june paramour: dr. strange
@herohardshipsbingo | coping mechanisms
@hurtcomfort-bingo | free space
@intotheomegaverse & @stuckygeekevents: omegaween 2025 | free space
@julybreakbingo '24 | free space
@killacharacterbingo | war
marvel-smash-bingo | sam wilson
@multifandom-flash: here there be monsters bingo | greek mythology
@secretcrypticevents: into the wilds bingo | gorgon
The only way for the moon to save the sun is to freely give of itself, to allow the sun to devour it whole.
-
Such a strange mantra had been whispered into Bucky’s ears ever since he could remember. The murmurings always danced on the edge of his senses, taunting him with their song. He could never figure out the meaning of the words until the day his best friend got dangerously ill.
Other Bingos and Events:
@anyfandomdarkbingo - Drunk
@ao3tagbingo - Mythical Beings & Creatures
AU Challenge - Horror AU
@avengers-assemble-bingo
AA03 - Friends to Lovers
Bucky Barnes Birthday Bingo (4B025) - Best Friends to Lovers
Kinky Bingo (KB05) - Alternate: Fingering
Spring Bingo (AAS019) - Dancing in the Moonlight
@badthingshappenbingo - Manhandling
@bloodyheartsbingo: A Vesper Bleeding on Your Lips’ Card (Bloody Hearts Mini Bingo I)
Hey You: Whump (Back From the Dead) - Came Back Wrong
@buckybarnesevents: Hot Bucky Summer 2025
Week 3: Heat/Rut
@buckyboybingo - Fae AU
@character-plus-bingo: Steve's Card - Free Space
@darkacademiabingo - Creature Feature
@darkspicyevanstan - Quadruple Challenge Mode
Non-Traditional Omegaverse AU + Leshy + Paranormal Fantasy + Forced Sex
@deaddovedec: 2024 - Week 5: Day 1 - Hypothermia
@deaddovekink: Dead Dove Events
Heatwave: June into the Omegaverse - Day 2: An alpha finds themself exhibiting omegan traits in front of a stronger alpha
Kinktober: Dead Dove Chapter - Day 2: Body as a Commodity
@eclipsingbingo - Corruption
@fairytalebingo: Blossoming Spring Bingo - Fairy
@thefairytalebingo - The Fairies
@fandombingo:
Dark Deception Bingo - Fear Cuts Deep
Neverwhere Bingo - Names Have Power
Valentine Trope Flash - Card 1: Love Demands a Price + Card 4: Getting Lost in their Eyes
Wonderland Bingo - Sentient Mushrooms
@fandom-free-bingo:
Dream Edition - Free Space
Tolkien Edition - Alternate: Flesh from bone
@halcyonianlove - June Paramour: Twink Tank
@hurtcomfort-bingo: Pick Your Poison Bingo: Dizziness
@intotheomegaverse & @stuckygeekevents: Omegaween 2025 - Free Space
@julybreakbingo: Pre July '25 - Getting Together, Touch Starved
@multifandom-flash: Here There Be Monsters Bingo - Seelie
⟢ tags: alternate universe - fusion, dark fiction, post tws, deranged!steve, consent issues, sexual content
⟢ word count: 2416
Steve wakes up slowly with his face buried in soft brunet tresses that smell like strawberries. He sighs in the darkness behind his eyelids, tightening his arms, as a smile graces his lips. Warmth radiates from the body he’s holding, Bucky’s body.
⟢ summary: It's been awhile since Bucky came in from the cold. He lives with his best friend, Steve, now. Despite coming to grips with what Hydra did to him, Bucky still yearns for more from his old flame. Steve is so careful with him, treating him like he's made of glass. He just needs to figure out to ask for what he wants, what he craves.
⟢ written for the following events ⟢
⟢ @ao3tagbingo ⟡ free space! ⟢
⟢ @darkacademiabingo ⟡ canon divergence ⟢
⟢ @darkspicyevanstan ⟡ body modification ⟢
⟢ @deaddovedec ⟡ week two ⟡ day thirteen: under the tree ⟢
We are a dark holiday-themed Bucky Barnes event. Below, you will find the prompts for each day of December, along with alternate options.
As this is our second year we just want to reiterate that this is a no-pressure, for-fun event that offers over 50 prompts to fulfill your dark needs during the holiday season! Please be aware that the prompts on this list will contain dark and potentially disturbing themes and may not be suitable for all audiences.
Our new prompt list will be posted later today and we hope everyone who participates has a fun writing experience. If you have any questions our inbox is open.
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ❆ 𝐀𝐨𝟑 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞
1. Roasting on an open fire // Sweater Swelter
2. Torture // Bloodloss
3. Castration // Heartwarming
4. Forced To Watch // Punishment
5. Handmade // Glued Shut
6. Frostbite // Stocking - Stalking
7. Cuffed // Collared // Cold (Free Day)
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨
8. Naughty or Sliced // Lights
9. Bricked Up // Chimney // Stockholm Syndrome
10. Sleep Deprivation // Waiting All Night
11. Restraint // Humiliation
12. Jolly // Folly // Slay
13. Kidnapped // Under The Tree
14. Something Red // Something Dead (Free Day)
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞
15. Countdown // Out of time
16. Wrapped // Whipped
17. Blackmail // Letters To Santa // Holiday Hunting
18. Starved // Stuffed // Cannibalism
19. Snuff // Home Movies (Filming) (Free Day)
20. Used As Decoration // Dehumanization
21. Monsterfucking // Holiday spirit
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫
22. Necrophilia // Given As A Gift
23. Sacrifice In Vain // Spiked // Drugged
24. Loss of Consent // Blood Splatter
25. Twisted Celebration // Silent Night (Free Day)
26. Breathless // Survival // Passed Around
27. Confined To Bed // Cabin Fever
28. Fighting For Life // After Death // Strangulation
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞
29. Hypothermia // Co-Dependency
30. Non - Con Body Transformation // Brought Back
31. Cheers // Fears // New Year
𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐬
Silk Ribbon, Trapped In The Ice, Candy Caned, Consensual Hypnosis, Last Christmas, Chopping, A Light In The Dark, First Night, Silk Ribbon, Skullfucking, Chained, Unneeded Amputation, Incest, Snowballing, Conditioning
Special thanks to @vesearlee for creating the spectacular header and dividers for this event!
In the Dark, I Like to Read His Mind (but I’m Frightened of the Things I Might Find)
Read on Ao3 and Squidge
Fandom: MCU
Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Rating: E / NC-17
A/N: A dark medieval romance set in a fantastical realm!
Tags: Age Gap, Alternate Universe - Dark Fantasy, Creature Feature, Medieval Era, Non Con, Painful Sex, Underage
Teaser
Summary
James Buchanan is sixteen when his life falls apart. He is betrothed to Lord Broq Rumlow of Drakestone, a noble in King Alecsander’s court. After a barbaric rite is gifted to his new husband during their wedding reception, James' plight seemingly goes from bad to worse.
Chapter 1: A Duty to the Crown
Bingos and Events:
@anyfandomdarkbingo - Feminization
@badthingshappenbingo - Nonconsensual Touching
@buckybarnesevents
Build-a-Bucky Bingo: January - Wet & Messy
Hot Bucky Summer 2024: Week 6 - Sex Pollen
@darkspicyevanstan - Quadruple Challenge Mode
Fusion AU + Unseelie + Historical Fantasy Fiction + Arranged Marriage
@deaddovedec 2023 - Week 1: Day 7 - First Night
@deaddovekink - Malewife Mayhem: Day 9 - Prima Nocta
Degeneracy Week - Day 2: Underaged
@julybreakbingo - Dark Fantasy AU + Fae AU + High Fantasy AU + Kink: Size Difference
@secretcrypticevents
Into the Wilds Bingo: Unseelie
Into the Wilds Flash: Medieval AU + Fae + Prima Nocta
"Stocking" Stalking/Trapped
Hail Hydra - Chapter One.
Sergeant James Buchannan 'Bucky' Barnes falls from a train in the Alps, and frequently wishes he'd not defied all logic and survived.
CW: canon-typical violence, falling from a significant height, forced amputation, poor medical treatment, sickness, infection, possible paranoia/delusion.
Heartwarming/Hidden
Hail Hydra - Chapter Two.
Bucky’s captors leave their prisoner to fight through his illness.
CW: sickness, overeating, paranoia, imprisonment, poor treatment of POWs, infection.
Ice Skating (Screaming)/Nutcracker/Home
Hail Hydra - Chapter Three.
When Sergeant Barnes starts to recover from his illness, he’s given other things to worry about.
CW: illness recovery, temperature torture, hypothermia, loss of consciousness.
Curse/Captivity
Hail Hydra - Chapter Four.
Bucky is warmed up... A little too much.
CW: Restraint, branding, threats of violence, temperature torture.
Jolly/Jugular
Hail Hydra - Chapter Five.
The torture turns violent, and Bucky struggles to cope.
CW: Stab wound, shock collar, humiliation, forced nudity.
Blood in the Snow/No Strings Attached
Hail Hydra - Chapter Six.
Bucky seeks comfort.
CW: Flashbacks (including forced amputation and brief body gore), Nightmares, T-rated smuttiness.
Giving Back/First Night/Tis the Season
Hail Hydra - Chapter Seven.
Bucky gives rebellion another go – and his only comfort is taken from him.
CW: Canon-typical violence, neglect, locked outside in the cold, homophobia, shock collar, cliffhanger.
Mistletoe Madness/Stress Free (Stress Position)
Hail Hydra - Chapter Eight.
Aleksi’s torture reaches its finale, and Bucky gets put in isolation. CW: Canon-typical violence, submission to save another, stress position, reluctant whimper, physiological distress, emotional distress, lashing.
The Gift of Gunpoint (Alternate)
Hail Hydra - Chapter Nine.
Things begin to reach their climax, and an announcement reaches the Soviet compound.
CW: Forced to kill; death of PoWs; mentions of torture, neglect and abuse; gun violence.
Cold as Ice/Secret Surprise
On The Tides - Chapter Three. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character.
The Captain is a reluctant caretaker, looking after a needy newbie who is under the weather and desperate for affection and comfort.
CW: brief discussion of traumatic, historical injury; sickness (non-vomiting).
Unexpected Gift (Best/Worst)/Lost
Hail Hydra - Chapter Ten.
Bucky is sought out, and he receives a gift from his new captors.
CW: Nightmares, blood, death of a whumper.
Candy Cane/Candlelight/"The Light Goes Out"
Silver & Gold - Chapter Five. Natasha Romanoff (ish) x Original Male Character.
Silver and Gold go ice-skating, and a storm blows out their power. Even obstacles can be fun when you face them together.
CW: Implied Smut, Self-image issues.
Alright, this is how far I got before realising the challenge is closed aohwdaiwh This was so much fun! Definitely need to plan my time better and do it again next year <3
CW: Implied Smut, self-image issues
Prompts fulfilled;
‘Fireplace’, October 26th Prompt – @flufftober;
‘Candlelight’, December 12th Prompt – @deaddovedec;
‘Touch Starved’, December 12th Prompt – @whumpcember;
‘Mistletoe’ and ‘Twinkle Light Sexytimes’ – The Woods Are Lovely, Dark and Deep (@darcylewisbingohq);
‘Ice Skating’ - @sweetspicybingo - Blackout! Masterlist can be found here.
‘Pressing Foreheads Together’ – Winter Wonderland Bingo (@seasonaldelightsbingo).
Silver and Gold go ice-skating, and a storm blows out their power. Even obstacles can be fun when you face them together.
Cards below! Check it out on AO3 here, or below the KR!
My hands shook nervously as he tested the ice, diligent as ever when it came to my safety.
“You’ve really never done this before?” he asked again, hopping timidly, making me laugh as his feet skittered nervously.
“Never… And you’re not making it look especially tempting!” I added, earning a broad grin as he approached me, hand extended.
“It’s fun, I promise! And the ice is plenty thick enough – though the pond is only about a foot deep anyway, but I wouldn’t want those talented feet to get chilly!”
I sighed good-naturedly as he pulled me to my feet, wobbling like a newborn fawn while he pulled me against his chest. He’d made the same point about keeping my feet warm when he’d carefully slid my toes into woolly socks, peppering my calves in gentle kisses. I loved his devoted appreciation, especially when it came to my dancing; I’d spent far too much of my life terrified to as much as tap a toe for fear of summoning a spectre of my past. We’d lain in bed that morning, my chin resting gently on his chest, and I’d mused aloud about where I’d find the space to dance, earning a broad smile and a playful wink from my soldier, refusing to share any details until I was up, dressed, fed and out of the house.
“I think you’ll love dancing on the ice,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine as he lead me tentatively onto the ice. My knees trembled nervously, but his arms were strong and safe around me, holding me steady even as my legs threatened to slide in opposite directions. He pressed a tender kiss to my cheek, shifting away slightly to meet my gaze with a soft smile. His fingers laced tightly with my own, the metal cool despite my gloves, guiding me further out over the rough ice with delight evident in his grey eyes.
“It’s… A little like the studio…” I mused uncertainly, allowing my feet to slide forward under their own power slightly rather than his. “Though much more slippery…”
He snorted softly, pulling me a little closer once more, his hands finding my waist as he kissed me gently. “Yeah, it might take a little getting used to, but I think you’ll enjoy it with a little practice – if you’re interested?” he added quickly, brow furrowing with concern and earning a laugh for his troubles. My own arms draped around his neck, holding him close against me. The first time we’d danced together, he’d been notably uncomfortable, acquiescing only for my joy. But now we moved in perfect synchronicity, my expertise mitigated by my inexperience on the ice, and the lessons I’d lovingly given him over the years providing us with more equal footing.
I squealed and giggled as he span me, revelling in the way the skates allowed me to swirl with seemingly no friction – round and round in an endless spiral until he pulled me back to his chest, beaming. “Well?”
My mouth found his to kiss him deeply, soft, happy sounds radiating from my chest. “I love you.”
By the time we stumbled back to the house as the snow fell harder, my legs shaking with fatigue and cold, I was flushed and joyful. He’d been right, of course – it was all too easy to see how I could fall further in love with dance with ice beneath my feet.
We shivered as we stepped inside, skates left dripping by the front door, my hand fumbling for the light, frowning when flipping it had no effect. “… Huh.”
Yoshitsune reached around me to repeat the motion, making me smile, and letting out a soft huff of his own. “Power’s out… I guess we’ve got a storm coming. That’s what we get for being in the middle of nowhere…” He hummed under his breath as he rooted in the low table in the half-light, chuckling quietly. “Luckily, I’m prepared.”
The match flared to life, casting captivating shadows over his face as he lit a broad candle, offering it to me with a lopsided grin. “Could you come and hold this for me? The heat’s out, so I’ll get a fire going – can’t have my little ballerina catching a cold.”
I padded behind him obediently, mesmerised by the way the flickering light reflected in dazzling arrays across his arms as he shrugged off his jacket. “… You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, unable to keep myself from reaching out to brush my fingertips across the shining surface. His jaw twitched self-consciously, embarrassed by my praise and making me grin.
“I’m glad you think so,” he replied, voice unusually soft as he knelt. My heart ached for him; he’d told me before that not everyone loved, or even appreciated, the body he now found himself with, and it baffled and saddened me each time I thought of it. I squatted beside him, leaning carefully against his side with the candle held away carefully, my free hand wrapped around his bicep protectively.
“Of course I do,” I breathed, kissing his cheek softly. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
He did his equivalent to blushing, his jaw tightening minutely, lashes lowering as he fiddled with the kindling. “… I had quite a high impression of myself, once. I knew I turned heads – hell, I know I still do. But sometimes it doesn’t feel like it’s for the right reasons.” The fire roared to life, and his face turned to mine, eyes widening in panic as he found the tears pooled along my lash line, his fingertips trailing my cheek. I brushed the offending sight away in mild annoyance – it wasn’t my thing to be sad over, after all.
My lips found his, firm and devoted, my hands wrapped around his biceps pointedly. “I think you’re gorgeous, Yoshitsune. I have a hard time taking my eyes off you, and keeping my hands off you… And every time a minute goes by without you touching me I feel starved.”
His smile tipped up on one side, easy and loving. “Oh? It’s that bad, is it?”
With a quick nod, I scrambled onto his lap, his hands only too eager to find my waist and shift me closer. “It’s torture, Silver.”
One eyebrow arched, and he reached into his jacket with a grin. “I’m a little sad I didn’t put this up, then…” The fire reflected ephemerally on the metal as he uncurled his fingers, a perfect little sprig of mistletoe nestled in his palm. Beaming, I reached out to hold it over our heads, then hummed thoughtfully.
“You never need a reason to kiss me, Yoshitsune. I can’t get enough of you.”
No sooner had I finished the sentence than I was pinned to the carpet, his mouth on mine, hungrily tugging my lip between his teeth as his fingers tightened on my hips. My head fell back with a soft sigh of contentment as he shifted to my throat, hands moving automatically to pull his shirt over his head, the twinkling lights of fire and candle sending flickering shadows over flesh and metal.
“Beautiful,” I breathed, pulling his head up to mine once more with a quiet, needy whimper.
The Captain is a reluctant caretaker, looking after a needy newbie who is under the weather and desperate for affection and comfort.
Prompts met;
'25. Nook' - @flufftober;
'10. Cold as Ice/Secret Surprise' - @deaddovedec;
'10. Freezing' - @whumpcember;
'The Caretaker' - @multifandom-flash (Double);
'Turned to Ice (Alternate) - Winter Wonderland Bingo (@seasonaldelightsbingo);
'Stop Pretending' - @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition);
'Covered With [Insert]' - Fandom-Free Bingo (Frosty Edition)
CW: brief discussion of traumatic, historical injury; sickness (non-vomiting).
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I woke slowly to the sunlight shifting across my face, causing an irregular flickering that was disarmingly charming. With a soft sigh and a long stretch, I buried my face in the pillow beneath my cheek, inhaling the scent of salt and sweat, masculine and – to my mortification – more than a little arousing.
I wonder how weird it would be for me to-
“Good morning, soldier.”
I sat up with a jerk, wincing at a pain radiating across my nose and cheeks, instantly aware of the throbbing, blocked sensation made worse from my movement. The Captain was nestled in a nook in front of the window, his eyes lowered to a book propped in one hand, the other draped casually over a bent knee. “I-I, uh… Hi. Sorry, Si- Captain. Lieutenant Tyne. Did I oversleep?”
My voice was thick and muffled to my own ears, and his dark gaze rose at last, one eyebrow arching. “…Two days in, and you’ve already managed to throw up, and now come down with a cold?” he clarified incredulously, carefully marking his page and placing his book beside him. “As I always say… You Army boys are soft.”
“Don’t be mean, I’m sick,” I whined, flopping back against the sheets dramatically. Distantly, I was mildly ashamed of myself, acting so fragile in the presence of a superior officer – but this wasn’t the service, and I was allowed to be more than a mindless, perfect weapon here. I was allowed to be sulky and sick – even if it wasn’t exactly ideal so early in my tenure.
Sighing quietly, he moved to sit beside me, frowning when I flinched as his hand approached my forehead. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he scoffed, affronted. “I’m checking if you’re warm.”
“I’m freezing,” I griped, unable to keep myself from leaning into his touch just a little as his palm met my skin. “I’m turning to ice over here!”
“I don’t know what you expect me to do about it!” he snorted, drawing his hand back. “You have a fever. You need rest, and fluids, and a few days off work. Really pulling your weight so far, aren’t you?” I opened my mouth to snap a response, but his theatrical eye-roll interrupted me. “Calm down, soldier. I’m kidding with you. These things happen – you’ll be right as rain soon enough, but for now, you’re going to take it easy, okay?”
Despite the slight edge of tenderness to his words, his voice was gruff, leaving me confused and disoriented, even as he gently tugged the sheets higher up my bare, scarred chest. “Get a little more rest, Sergeant Barnes. I’ll bring you some water and see if I can’t rustle up you something warm for you to eat – keep your strength up.”
Dazed, I could only nod, closing my eyes without complaint as he backed away, compliant and willing under his intense stare.
Things begin to reach their climax, and an announcement reaches the Soviet compound.
CW: Forced to kill; death of PoWs; mentions of torture, neglect and abuse; gun violence.
Prompts met;
‘The Gift of Gunpoint’ (Alternate) – December 9th prompt, Dead Dove December,
‘Paranoid’ – December 9th prompt, Hurtcember 2023,
‘Brainwashing’ – December 9th prompt, Whumpcember,
‘Can’t Open Their Eyes’ and ‘Feeling Weak From Blood Loss’ – Winter Wonderland Bingo,
“Are You Serious?” – Fandom-Free Bingo.
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There was no respite for me because of my injury, my body being pushed ever further to new extremes, hours upon hours spent running up and down an isolated corridor, seeing how long I could keep sprinting before my exhausted, dehydrated, starved and beaten muscles gave out, and I was dragged back to my cell by my hair.
Every ounce of my food was carefully measured, keeping me weak and pliable – not that it was needed. I saw Aleksi daily, his eyes flicking away from mine as I sought his gaze, and I knew, just as he did, that I would remain true to my word; there would be no disobedience from me. Not now.
Despite my exhaustion, even I couldn’t help but notice the unrest that began to settle over the compound. I was left in my cell for days at a time, my wounds actually managing to heal before I was subjected to more tests and experiments. I began to feel myself descend into madness and paranoia in my isolation – was this the beginning of the end? Had I almost fulfilled my purpose, and I would soon be disposed of?
The idea of not surviving this, having been through so much, was a painful one. For a while, I’d prayed for death, willing an ending to my torture through any means possible. But after months, I’d come too far to give up, and I was determined to see this through until I was free once more.
Even in the height of summer, the temperature rarely rose above moderate, but at least the snow melted from the ground – so when I was dragged outside, blinking in the harsh light, my feet found dry earth rather than patches of ice.
“Where are you taking me?” I snarled, jerking against my restraints through obligation rather than any real effort or expectation.
“Shut up,” Ivan growled, jerking back just as readily. I’d felt the power in my muscles; I knew that if I really wanted to, I could snap him like a twig. But I was drained, both physically and mentally, and I’d long lost the will to fight.
I was pushed to my knees before the doctor, wincing into the sun as I raised my gaze to meet his. “You know the drill, Американский,” he breathed, leaning close, his rancid breath washing over my face. “You obey, or the boy dies.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied stiffly, my back tense and nervous. The torture, the tests – it had all become routine and predictable. But here was something new, and I felt sweat bead under my hairline at the thought of the insidious new hell I’d face.
“Двигаться! Move!”
I turned my head in time to see a string of almost two dozen men dragged out of the compound, chained to one another and dishevelled - but markedly better kept than myself. They were lined up before the doctor, all but one trembling in their hole-riddled boots; the man on the end stood with an air of resilience, a worn American flag on his sleeve, the chevrons on his shoulder marking him as a sergeant - like myself. He nudged the man beside him - a young man with his head bowed and fatigues shredded beyond recognition - who raised his chin obligingly, tears carving tracks through the grime on his cheeks.
"Free the Germans and the Japanese," the doctor barked, eyes narrowed. The soldiers looked on in disbelief as their shackles were released, standing hesitant and nervous, until their seemingly-merciful captor waved his hand. "Go. If you can make your way off the mountain, you can go home. The war is over, and you have lost. We have no use for you anymore." With a glance at one another, the man began to trudge away - some at a stumbling run, others barely able to stand.
I'll be amazed if half of them make it off this mountain alive, I remarked internally - but I knew better by now than to voice my opinions.
The two remaining soldiers – the Sergeant and his companion – still stood with their chins high, staring down the doctor with something akin to disinterest, though the occasional wobble of the youth’s lip betrayed his fear.
“А Aмериканцы?” the Soviet soldier by their side pressed, glaring
Americans? Both of them?
The doctor’s gaze shifted to me, chilling me to the bone as he smiled viciously. “Let us test your obedience, soldier.”
I don’t know what’s happening… But I don’t think I’m going to like it.
“Stand.”
“You obey this Russki, soldier?” the Sergeant snapped, glaring as I rose to my feet. I ignored him, my eyes emotionless as they found the doctor’s, and he offered me a gun, grip first.
“Show them mercy, Американский.”
I weighed the weapon in my hand, and the Soviet by the soldiers stepped forward slightly, earning a warning glare from the doctor.
I could shoot him right now. I could end this.
My eyes flicked around me, taking in the dozen of Soviet soldiers gathered around – and the countless more out of my sightline.
I’d probably be dead before he hit the ground, and Aleksi would be close behind.
They wouldn’t be allowed to walk out of here anyway.
I looked instead to the soldiers, the Sergeant’s eyes widening in disbelief. “Are you serious? You’re an American! Have they brainwashed you?”
“Silence, soldier!” the doctor snapped, turning a glare to him, one hand finding my shoulder firmly. “You know what to do.”
I know what to do.
My hand shook despite myself as I raised my gun level, quickly and calmly burying a bullet into the younger’s forehead.
He doesn’t need to see his superior officer be sh-
The logical decision-making of my mind was brushed aside as the Sergeant charged, snarling, my shot coming panicked and unsteady, slicing through the soft skin under his jaw. He stumbled as he reached me, falling to his knees, crimson pumping over the dirt-encrusted uniform as his lip curled in a death glare.
My eyes closed automatically as he reached for me weakly, shutting out the sight of this torturous display, even when the doctor growled in my ear and grasped my jaw warningly, lids glued together in horror.
“Open your eyes, or the next bullet will be for the boy. And he will not go so quickly.”
Reluctantly, forcibly, I resumed staring down at the Sergeant sinking slowly, sitting on his feet as the light began to fade in his eyes.
“Traitor,” he rasped, his head lowering for the first time. “Tr… T…”
Tears flowed silently down my cheeks as he collapsed, his blood spreading across the dirt in a gritty puddle, pooling around my feet and staining my skin.
I’ll never be clean again.
Aleksi’s torture reaches its finale, and Bucky gets put in isolation.
CW: Canon-typical violence, submission to save another, stress position, reluctant whimper, physiological distress, emotional distress, lashing.
Prompts filled:
‘Stress Free (Stress Position)’, December 8th prompt, Dead Dove December;
‘Flashback’, December 8th Prompt, Hurtcember 2023;
‘Isolation’, December 8th prompt, Whumpcember;
‘Suspension’, Fandom-Free Bingo (Frosty Edition);
‘Caretaker Turned Whumper’, Fandom-Free Bingo (Frosty Edition).
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By the time the sound of fists on flesh ended, I was weeping profusely, and he was silent. His unresponsive body was dragged past me, blood pouring readily from his slack mouth and trailing from his evidently-broken nose.
Breathe. Breathe… Please.
But I saw no mist rise from his parted lips as he was heaved by me, leaving a familiar trail of red on white in his wake.
The doctor stopped before me, squatting, and I raised my head as best I could. “You promised mercy.”
He was quiet for a moment, humming through pursed lips as he cleaned off his glasses, wiping the blood splatters from the lenses. “He is alive. That is mercy. Creatures of your… Persuasion are immoral and illegal. We are told to dispatch such things from our ranks as quietly as possible.”
“That’s disgusting,” I growled, teeth bared, but he didn’t even look up as he pressed his glasses back up his nose.
“No. What you are – that is disgusting. A sign of fascism and degeneracy. You are lucky I do not eradicate you, too.” He reached forward, bloodstained fingers grasping my chin, and I winced. “But you are far too rare a specimen to let go so easily.” Snarling, I snapped at his hand as best I could, earning me a sharp backhand across my cheek that left my ears ringing. “Enough. We had a deal. I showed him mercy – but I am more than happy to take that back if you do not behave.”
I clenched my jaw tightly, not trusting myself to speak, and he smiled. “You will spend the night out here, of course. You still require punishment.” He ran a hand through my hair, but I only stiffened, making no effort to move away and eliciting a pleased hum as he leant forward to whisper in my ear. “Good boy.”
Pairing ⊳ Hitman!Steve Rogers x Recovering!Bucky Barnes
Word Count ⊳ 5.8k +
Summary ⊳ Steve, a hitman on an assignment during the festivities of Christmas, catches sight of the most beautiful man in the world — hidden away in his target’s gang trophy collection.
On the other hand, Bucky is a survivor of a traumatic incident from five years ago. He is focused on rebuilding his life through therapy and living a sheltered existence to avoid drawing attention. It is ironic when fate intervenes the day he meets a man who is kind-hearted and generous; offering the battered, bruised, and retired vet a sense of solace and stability.
Their connection is something neither of them can understand, but the comfort it offers leaves neither of them willing to question it. Over time, Bucky develops an admiration for the man, but a shocking discovery throws him into a panic and sets off a series of events straight out of a harrowing psychological thriller, only, with a romantic twist.
Tags ⊳ Modern AU, Non-Linear Narrative, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Hitman Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes Has Issues, Minor Character Death, Mentioned Past HTP, Blood and Torture, Mild Gore, Improper use of Christmas Decorations, Penectomy, Stalking, Steve's Dog Is A Matchmaker, Unhealthy Relationships, Dark Steve Rogers, Kidnapping, Flashbacks, Violence
Chapter One ⊳ Scarlet Stocking - Prompt ⊳ Stocking
Chapter Two ⊳ Heart Strings - Prompt ⊳ Heartwarming
Chapter Three ⊳ Where The Heart Is - Prompt ⊳ Home
Chapter Four ⊳ Frozen Nightmares - Prompt ⊳ Jugular
Chapter Five ⊳ Baby, It's Cold Outside - Prompt ⊳ Blood In The Snow
Pairing ⊳ Hitman!Steve Rogers x Recovering!Bucky Barnes
Word Count ⊳ 4.6k +
Summary ⊳ Steve, a hitman on an assignment during the festivities of Christmas, catches sight of the most beautiful man in the world — hidden away in his target’s gang trophy collection.
On the other hand, Bucky is a survivor of a traumatic incident from five years ago. He is focused on rebuilding his life through therapy and living a sheltered existence to avoid drawing attention. It is ironic when fate intervenes the day he meets a man who is kind-hearted and generous; offering the battered, bruised, and retired vet a sense of solace and stability.
Their connection is something neither of them can understand, but the comfort it offers leaves neither of them willing to question it. Over time, Bucky develops an admiration for the man, but a shocking discovery throws him into a panic and sets off a series of events straight out of a harrowing psychological thriller, only, with a romantic twist.
Chapter One ⊳ Scarlet Stocking - Prompt ⊳ Stocking
Chapter Two ⊳ Heart Strings - Prompt ⊳ Heartwarming
Chapter Three ⊳ Where The Heart Is - Prompt ⊳ Home
Chapter Four ⊳ Frozen Nightmares - Prompt ⊳ Jugular
