⊠synopsis: You don't remember the life you had before the accident. You know only what your brother has told you, and after years of living with the blanks, you've stopped looking for answers.
Then you meet James Barnes, who looks at you like a ghost.
Curiosity slowly turns into feelings for a man you barely know, but just as your new life begins to feel right, something from the past comes looking for you.
⊠pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (she/her)
⊠genre: strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, slow-burn, thriller, drama, action (I tried my best)
⊠warnings: canon-typical violence, mentions of past trauma, medical procedures/experimentation, captivity, weapons, explosions, blood/injury, memory loss, references to HYDRA, and nursing terminology (sorry, not a nursing student).
⊠a/n: This is my first fic, guys, so please be kind! Itâll be posted in 5â6 parts, with a new chapter every Sunday. My love for Bucky is immense, and this is my way of showing some love to this work of art of a man. đ«¶
This is post-Thunderbolts Bucky, but Iâm giving him his TFATWS hair because I simply refuse to get over that look on him.
I just imagine sebastian being like wake up sleepy head to ominis (like the vine ) Only for mc to go what the fuck from the bed cue the running and laughing like the vine
Wake-Up Call | Ominis Gaunt x Reader
đ The Vine, for reference. This was so cute and fun to write, thank you for the ask, Anon!!! I hope you love it ahaha
Words: ~1,800
Tags: Reader Insert, Female MC, No Y/N, Friendship, Fluff/Crack
Morning came gently, slipping in through the curtains in soft, golden streaks. The world outside was quiet, still half-dreaming, and Ominis would have liked nothing more than to stay exactly where he was: tucked beneath the blankets, warm, content, and completely tangled up with you.
It still felt unreal.
Your breath ghosted softly against his collarbone, your body pressed against his side as if you belonged there. (And you didâyou always had, he realized.) The weight of your leg draped over his own, anchoring him in place, and one of your hands rested against his bare chest, fingers curled lightly over his heartbeat.
Ominis tightened his hold on you slightly, just enough to feel the give of your body against his. The fabric of his oversized shirtâthe one you had stolen to sleep inâshifted under his fingers, but it wasnât enough. He wanted to feel your skin again, warm and bare under his hands.
For years, he had resigned himself to loving you quietly, distantly, safely. He thought it was better that way, to spare himself the risk of losing you altogether. But last night had shattered all of that. The way you had touched him, whispered his name against his lips, told him you loved himâhe could still hear it now, echoing through his thoughts like a spell he never wanted to break.
He had you. You loved him.
Ominis could have stayed like this forever, just holding you, listening to your steady breathing, pressing lazy kisses to your hair while the rest of the world ceased to matter.
But, of course, Sebastian Sallow had other plans.
The sound of heavy footsteps storming up the stairs made Ominisâs eyes snap open. A flicker of recognitionâand dreadâspread through his drowsy mind, but before he could react, the bedroom door slammed open so violently he almost expected it to come off the hinges.
âWAKE UP, SLEEPYHEAD!â
Sebastianâs voice exploded into the room, and just like that, Ominisâs perfect, dreamlike morning was utterly, violently ruined.
You jerked awake beside him with a startled gasp, sitting upright so fast that the blankets fell away from your shoulders. Your hair was an absolute disaster, your face still slack with sleep, your eyes bleary and unfocused as you processed the intrusion. And your voiceâgroggy, irritated, and utterly unimpressedâcut through the chaos like a knife.
âWhat the fuck?"
Ominis felt Sebastian freeze, could hear the split second it took for realization to dawn.
Then, Sebastian let out the single most obnoxious cackle Ominis had ever heard in his lifeâloud, breathless, utterly delighted.
Ominis didnât move. He didnât breathe. He just sat there, shoulders hunched, gripping the bridge of his nose as the morning crumbled into absolute disaster.
Sebastian was laughing so hard he could barely stand. He was bent at the waist, one hand clutching the doorframe as if it were the only thing keeping him upright, the other pointing wildly in Ominisâs general direction. He gasped between fits of breathless cackling, his voice breaking into high-pitched wheezes, his entire body shaking with uncontrollable mirth.
Ominis inhaled deeply through his nose, his jaw tight, his grip on the bridge of his nose whitening his knuckles. He triedâtriedâto will himself into calm.
It didnât work.
Because Sebastian was still laughing. Because this morningâthe most perfect morning of his entire miserable, tortured existenceâhad been utterly, violently desecrated by Sebastian bloody Sallow, who had apparently appointed himself agent of chaos and ruiner of happiness.
âOHâOH, THISââ Sebastian wheezed, laughing so hard he snorted. âTHIS IS INCREDIBLEââ
That was it. That was the last bloody straw.
Ominis had the vague, dull thought that murder was technically illegal, but at this moment, he was fully willing to risk it.
He flung back the covers with enough force to send a rush of cool air through the room.
Sebastian, meanwhile, still had the audacity to stand there, grinning, hands on his hips, clearly about to launch into a monologue about how he was right all alongâ
Ominis didnât give him the chance. He surged to his feet.
Sebastian had always been fast. Quick on his feet, trained in dodging punches, skilled in knowing exactly when to run for his damn life.
And run, he did.
He scrambled backward so fast he slammed into the doorframe, nearly knocking himself out, before turning and sprinting down the hallway like the devil himself was after him.
Which, to be fair, he was.
âOminis, mateââ
âYOU BLOODY IMBECILEââ
âI WAS JUST SAYING GOOD MORNINGââ
âDON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO FUCKING KNOCKââ
You sat in bed for a long moment, blinking at the now-empty space where Ominis had been while listening to the heavy thud-thud-thud of feet flying down the staircase.
From the bed, you could only stare at the open doorway, watching the last fleeting glimpse of Ominisâs bare back before he disappeared completely down the stairs, hot on the heels of his laughing, screaming best friend.
âMerlinâs sake, Ominis, letâs be rational about thisâ!â
âRational?! You justââ
Then came the sound of furniture scraping against the floorâprobably Sebastian vaulting over the sitting room sofa in his escape. A muffled thud followed, then Ominisâs furious voice.
âSTOP RUNNING AND FACE YOUR FATE, YOU COWARD.â
Sebastianâs response was a hysterical, âAS IFââ
Another loud thud followed. Something crashed. Possibly a chair.
âOkay, ow, that was unnecessaryââ
You groaned, rubbing at your face, exhaustion weighing down your limbs. All you had wanted was one peaceful morningâone slow, perfect, love-drunk morning wrapped up in Ominis.
Instead, this.
That's when the back door slammed open.
You sighed, shoving the blankets off and forcing yourself out of bed, your body sluggish and still aching from last night (not that you were complaining). Tugging Ominisâs oversized shirt down your thighs, you stumbled toward the window, blinking sleepily against the morning light.
What you saw was nothing short of absurd.
Sebastian was sprinting across the grass in the back garden, kicking up damp earth in his wake, absolutely booking it toward the far side of the yard where the trellis climbed up the garden wall, and right on his heelsâfurious, relentless, and hellbent on bloodshedâwas Ominis.
âI WAS JUST TRYING TO BE NICE!â Sebastian yelled, breathless as he dodged a thrown shoe (where did Ominis get that?)
âYOU ARE A PLAGUE UPON THIS EARTH, SALLOW!â Ominis shouted back.
Sebastian shriekedâan actual, honest-to-Merlin shriekâas he realized that Ominis was not slowing down.
He made a desperate grab for the trellis, yanking himself up in a frantic attempt to climb over the garden wall.
Big mistake.
Ominis was on him in seconds, gripping the back of his shirt and yanking so forcefully that Sebastian let out a strangled yelp and tumbled backward, landing in a heap on the grass.
You winced. That sounded painful.
Ominis, meanwhile, did not give him time to recover. He was on him immediately, shoving Sebastian onto his back, pinning him down by the shoulders with an iron grip.
âYou are the worst human being alive,â Ominis seethed, breath still ragged from the chase.
Sebastian grinned up at him, eyes still watery from laughing too hard. âThatâs a bit dramaticââ
Ominis shook him. Sebastian wheezed.
âYouââ Ominis snarled, his voice low and deadly ââare lucky that I respect Anne too much to murder her brother.â
Sebastian, still grinning like an absolute menace, coughed, clearly thrilled by the whole situation. âMerlinâs sake, Ominis, youâre acting like Iâlike I walked in on you shagging herââ
Ominisâs grip tightened. Sebastian immediately regretted everything.
âWAITâWAIT, NOââ
Too late.
Ominis decked him.
It wasnât his full strengthâjust a precise, well-aimed punch to the shoulder, but it was enough. Sebastian yelped, clutching at his arm, curling in on himself like a wounded animal.
âOh, come on,â he groaned, rolling onto his side, still winded. âThat was unnecessaryââ
âSo was your existence in my bedroom this morning, and yet here we are.â Ominis huffed, shaking out his hand as if debating whether or not to go for round two.
You, watching from the window, sighed deeply. You had a feeling that if you didnât intervene, this ridiculous chase was going to last all bloody morning.
You leaned out the window, out just enough for your voice to carry across the garden.
âOminis!â
He didnât let go of Sebastian's shirt.
The brunette, however, perked up, flashing you the smuggest grin imaginable. âGood morning, darling!â he called sweetly, dodging a swipe from Ominis at the last second. âSleep well?â
You rolled your eyes.
âOminis, love,â you tried again, making sure your voice was sickly sweet, laced with just enough teasing to make him falter. âAre you really going to let him take you on a full lap around the garden when you could be back in bed with me?â
That did it.
His grip on Sebastian's shirt slackened, his breath still heaving from the chase, but his priorities had just been rearranged. Because you were right. He had far better things to be doing than entertaining Sebastianâs nonsense.
Ominis stood to his full height and turned on his heel, stalking back toward the house. When he reached the door, he paused, tilting his head slightly in Sebastianâs direction.
âFor the record,â Ominis said smoothly, âif you ever pull something like this again, I wonât stop at one punch.â
Sebastian, sprawled dramatically in the grass, grinned up at the sky. âWorth it,â he sighed contentedly, massaging his shoulder.
Ominis didnât dignify that with a response. Instead, he turned back toward the house, his pace quickening as he climbed the stairs.
As soon as he stepped inside the bedroom, he felt youâwarm hands against his chest, laughter still humming in your throat as you tilted your head up to press a kiss to his jaw.
âYou look murderous.â
âI am murderous,â he muttered, rubbing his temples as if physically willing the memory of the past ten minutes out of his head. âHeâs never going to let this go.â
You grinned. âOf course heâs not.â
Ominis let out a long, suffering sighâbut then you were pulling him back toward the bed, curling your fingers into the fabric of his shirt.
âCome back to bed,â you murmured.
Ominis exhaled slowly, his fingers finding your waist, curling into the hem of the shirt you were wearingâhis shirt. Just like that, the last remnants of frustration, irritation, and righteous fury toward Sebastian Sallow unraveled, dissolving into something softer. Something infinitely more important.
And so he followed you into the sheets without hesitation, sinking into the warmth of your embrace, determined to reclaim the peace that had been so disgracefully stolen from him.
Just thinking about middle-aged Ominis striding through town in a beautifully tailored suit, elegantly carrying his cane, thrills me to no end.
And of course, his cane absolutely has to be a concealed wand cane like Lucius Malfoyâs.
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I love rewatching the show and finding sweet and funny moments between these two. Booth and Brennan bickering with each other is just the best. It's one of their love languages, and I absolutely adore it.
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