Hello! You all can call me Mack. I use She/They pronouns. I'm Bisexual and an all-around disaster.
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Bucky Barnes x plus size reader (any gender). On the run and holed up in a Romanian safehouse, maybe?
"I feel safe when you're here" + "If you want me even half as much as I want you, it's going to be a long night"
Thanks for the request!
Bucky Barnes x gn!plus size reader (if I missed any gendered language let me know!
wc: 1.1k
The cold won’t leave your bones, Romanian winters are no joke, and the two of you had spent the past few hours hiking through the woodlands on the outskirts of the city center. James said he knew where he was going. That was the last word you heard from him. It’s been hours.
He’s not very talkative, nor are you, which creates ample opportunities for silence. He likes the silence, which makes it easier to listen. You just don’t have that much to talk about. The two of you fit together very well, you think. If only you knew what he thought. At all. Ever.
He stopped accepting your apologies a while ago, slowing him down was never your intention but you will be endlessly in debt to him for saving you from the lab you were raised in. You don’t know the full story and you never asked, but you will never forget the sight of him opening the door to your cell, dripping wet and bleeding from the forehead grabbing your hand in the gentlest grip you’ve ever felt and taking you away.
He keeps you safe, protects you even when it puts him in danger, and he keeps you with him even though you know it would be easier for him to set you up somewhere where nobody can reach you and leave to be on his own. Maybe that’s all you need to know.
The safe house isn’t very much of a house at all. Looks more like an old military outpost from a war fought a long time ago. It keeps the cold out, though which is what the two of you need at the moment. It’s routine at this point, he goes inside and looks from room to room, his gun drawn but facing down and when he deems it safe, he knocks twice on the door letting you know to come in. Then the two of you get to work, sifting through whatever drawers or cabinets there are, looking for food you can eat, clothes you can take or change into and if there's running water or electricity. Luckily for you both this outpost looks fully stocked with rations and there's even a tankless water heater that's still running. It will be nice, you decide, however long the two of you stay it will be nice while you're here.
You put together a quick meal and hand his to him sitting down on the dusty couch centered in the largest room, facing the fire that he made and taking a deep breath.
He nods to you in gratefulness for the meal but slides to the furthest end of the couch from you his shoulders are hunched in and he's avoiding eye contact. It would be annoying if it didn’t break your heart first.
You scoff and move to close the distance once more, maintaining some space but not letting him get away with whatever the hell he thinks he’s doing.
“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you,” you don’t raise your voice and you don’t even look at him, “I am not afraid of you. In fact, it's very much the opposite; I feel safe when you’re here.” At that part you try to catch his eye, in a desperate attempt to convince him of your truth. You feel safe with him, a safety you’ve never truly felt before.
He chuckles wryly but doesn’t move to pull away again, you’ll take the small victory you suppose but add this moment into the collection of similar ones that fuel the spark you have for him. He cares abut you, even if he won’t say it. You just wish you knew how much. Does he care for you like you care for him? Or does he feel obligated to keep you here? Does he pity you? You don’t think you could handle it if he pited you.
“It’s good- uh.” He stumbles over his words and you eyes shoot up out of your own bowl and land on his, “the food, it’s good, you’re good.” He nods once decisively and then stands, taking his bowl to the sink and rinsing it.
“Well it’s the least I can do,” you reply “You do pretty much everything else, so if throwing together something to eat will help I’m glad to do it.”
“Don’t do that.” He admonishes, “You do plenty, and it’s my job to protect you.”
“Your job?” You don’t do a good job disguising the hurt in your voice. At least you have your answer now. You stand with your own bowl moving to push past him and into the kitchen.
“No- I shit. I’m not good at this stuff just,” He grabs your arm to keep you from going too far, not harshly you don’t think he’s capable of being harsh with you and up until now you thought that meant something. “You’re not a job, that came out wrong.”
“Good to know,” you nod and move to pull away again.
He groans and runs his hand through his hair.
“I want you okay?” His tone is desperate and his words free you where you stand. “I don’t know a lot of things, I don’t know where I came from or who I really am, what my favorite color is or- or- anything but I do know that I want you. I want you safe, next to me at all times, I want to see you smile and I want to sit next to you and I want to hold you and it scares me.” His breathing is ragged and his shoulders echo the motion.
The silence in this moment is not comfortable, it feels taught like one move from either of you could snap it.
“I think that's the most words I’ve ever heard you say at one time.” You reply, not fully comprehending the words you say just noting the way they seem to put him at ease. His shoulders drop along with his head, his hair falling in front of his face.
“I said I wasn’t good at it.”
“I don’t know I think you did pretty good.” You move to place your hand on his cheek, lifting his head and pulling his hear behind his ear. You tilt your head to get a good look at him and smile. “If you want me even as half as much as I want you it’s going to be a long night.”
His eyes darken immediately; he takes the bowl from your hand and places it down somewhere you don’t care to notice and in a swift movement he pulls your body closer to his, the softness of your form against his hard one making the two of you fit together like a puzzle.
His lips claim yours with a hunger you didn’t know he possessed.
Warnings: dragonsickness!kili, he's kinda toxic, cannon accurate violence, undertones of abusive and controlling behavior. Please take care of yourslef and only read if you can handle it!
a/n: hehehe, I'm baaaaack, I wonder how many times I've said that and accidentally blipped off the radar immediately after. Anyway, this was a request I was sent; it was one of the ones I lost to thank you, anon, for sending it again, so I had a chance to actually write it! If anyone has any other requests, my inbox is open!
It was off-putting, the way your usually care-free lover’s eyes turned dark at a moment's notice. You two had spent the whole journey to the mountain kingdom desperately trying to keep each other’s spirits up. You and Kili taking on the roles of camp clowns more often than not. It helped in some small way. After nearly being shot, eaten, torn apart, and crushed along the way, it helped to have some small moments of joy.
These moments were, however, becoming more and more elusive. The company’s arrival at the mountain was tainted by the discovery of Samug still enveloped in your people’s treasure. And when Kili, Fili, Bofur, and you arrived a day after the burning of Laketown, it was clear there would be no time for clowning anymore. You were put to work by Throin within moments. Only waiting for Oin to check over the three of you and patch up any lingering wounds. Then it was into the hoard, searching night and day for the Arkenstone.
You wanted to chalk up the change in Kili’s mood to exhaustion; you had barely had a moment's respite in what seemed like forever. But exhaustion didn’t explain the glint in his eye when he looked over the seas of gold, or, for that matter, you. Kili had grown short with the other members of the company, brusque and distant, muttering under his breath constantly.
There was one moment you stepped away, needing air and a brief glimpse of sunlight, trying to erase the glint of gold from your mind but knowing deep down that it would be a futile endeavor. You were gone for an hour, maybe less, when Bilbo came tearing up the stairs to the overlook.
“Y/N! Y/N! You have to come back, he’s losing his mind!” The Hobbit was out of breath but still tugging mightily on your arm.
“Thorin can wait a mere moment. We need to rest, I’m just the only one not too scared to go without permission.”
“It’s not Thorin, it’s Kili.” He never wavered in his insistence on getting you to return. At the news that it was your love and not his uncle, your eyebrows shot up, and your pace quickened.
Bilibo was right, of course. When the two of you returned to the hoard, you were met with the sight of Ori being lifted by the front of his shirt by a seemingly enraged Kili.
“What gives you the right? How dare you even speak her name?” Kili pulled the younger dwarf closer, close enough to see the dragonfire burning in his irises.
“I-I was just wondering where she made off to, honest.” You had seen Ori scared, sure, but never before had it been aimed at another member of the company.
“Kili!” you yelled, “What are you doing?” The second the prince's eyes landed on you, he released the dwarf in his grasp, tossing him to the side carelessly, your own eyes following to ensure he wasn’t wounded.
“Ghiavshel,” he breathed, pulling you into him, his grip tight and ironlike around your waist, “Where were you?”
“I needed a moment of air, Kee, that's all.” You tilted your head to the side, trying to get a deeper look into his eyes, eyes that seemed to be seeing less and less as the days went by.
“I do not like you being far from my side. Stay close to me, please, love.” His pleading seemed earnest, and the tightening grip around you gave you little cause to deny him.
It seemed that whatever darkness had settled in Throin’s head had also found residence in his nephew. You looked to the side and caught sight of Nori and Dori aiding their young cousin. Your smile dimmed, unnoticed by your bethrothed.
“Of course, Amralime. I’m sorry for worrying you.” he placed a rough kiss to your head and, as nothing had ever happened, returned to the hoard, sifting through the mountains of gold before him.
Moments of violence among the group remained few, but tensions were high; more than once, Kili had evoked rank over the other dwarves, something your love would never do when in his right mind. Kili was a prince, sure, but he had grown up like any other dwarfling, so why now did he seem all so eager to lord over those around him?
His instance in keeping you close only got worse, at first satisfied simply by being in the same room, he grew antsy when you were out of reach, and eventually, you were unable to find yourself out of his grasp at all times, even as the two of you slept.
Sleeping became an issue in and of itself. Kili told you he didn’t trust the men enough to sleep on the bedrolls in the main hall with them, not with you out in the open. It had never been an issue before, but now Kili refused to sleep when you would, only holding you in his arms and staring out at the group keeping watch over you. It would be sweet if it weren’t your friends he was ‘protecting’ you from.
He didn’t sleep, he didn’t eat, and he talked less and less. His muttering was difficult to follow and worrying, and you feared for him. You feared for the man he was becoming and what he would think of himself if he ever did break free from the madness.
On the morning that would change everything, Kili was clearer than he had been in weeks. He had a smile on his face as he gazed down upon your sleeping form and brushed a tender kiss to your braided hair before wrapping you in another fur and making his way to the hoard.
He spent the wee morning hours toiling away, muttering to himself and searching, but not for the Arkenstone. He collected gems and jewelry, finery of all kinds, and from all the ages of creation. Once he had a haul he deemed large enough, he made his way back to you. Still asleep and still confined under a stack of blankets and furs.
Slowly, as not to wake you, he undid the braid in your hair and began rebraiding it. Threading in jewelled beads and chains, he wove your hair into the most intricate braid it had ever been in. One that he thought you were worthy of. He made you piece by piece into his own treasure.
You awoke to the feeling of fingers in your strands and the comforting feeling of Kili’s legs on either side of you, your head resting atop on of his thighs. You smiled and turned to look at the dwarf you loved, only to freeze when you saw the manic look on his face. His eyes did not scan your face like they always did; instead, they flitted around your head, inventorying all the precious metal and gems he had adorned you with.
“Ghivashel, you are a treasure, my treasure, and now you finally look the part.” His hands stroked the side of your face, still not looking into your eyes.
“Kee, I thought I had always been your treasure.”
“Yes, of course,” he blankly replied before his voice took on a reverent tone,” But now, my love, you shine.”
You sat up and slipped further from him, the furs falling from your shoulders showing the dress you wore. It was the one given to you by Bard’s girls, and it had seen better days, but it was all you had.
Kili’s eyes followed the movement, and his brow furrowed as he took in the sight of your clothing.
“Stay here,” his command was gruff, “I need to find you something suitable to wear.”
“Kili, what I’m wearing is suitable.”
“No, no, no,” he shook his head and began pacing. “You need more; they need to know! Need to know you’re mine, my treasure.”
“Kili, I am yours, and you are mine; that has never been in question.”
“But they need to know, they need to see. Need to see how you can glow.” He stopped pacing, looking straight at you, “I will make you glow, I promise ghivashel.”
You bit your lip as you watched the dwarf you love step further and further away from you, away from the light and towards the depths of glittering gold.
Something broke in you in that moment, hope that you'd ever get your kind, funny, and charming dwarf back slipped away, with every footstep that echoed down the hall.
Kili did return, clutching a truly magnificent gown in his hands, deep blue and lined with golden thread, sapphires encrusted along the neckline. It was gorgeous, it felt soft on your skin and fit perfectly, and Kili was right, you glowed in it. You had never felt more like a bird in a cage.
Kili’s eyes were completely glazed over when he took in the sight of you, head to toe, dipped in gold, a true testament to the wealth of the line of Durin.
The sound of a warhorn drew your attention, and the two of you quickly joined the others on the overlook. You witnessed firsthand the madness that had overtaken Thorin as he denied his promise to the Men of Laketown from behind a stone wall. One that was supposed to offer you and your company protection, but only made you feel more and more like a prisoner.
It was in the moment that the King Under the Mountain lifted the hobbit burglar over the edge of the stone wall, dangling his life like it was something he was entitled to take if he so wished, that you fully grasped how deeply the madness ran in the line of Durin. You looked off to the side, catching your beloved pacing back and forth, muttering under his breath once more with a crazed look in his eye. As much as it hurt you knew, you can’t stay here. Not with him like this, not when it would mean becoming an object to be coveted instead of a partner to love.
Night falling saw you back in your own clothing, descending the wall and making your way to the camp on the other side of the dividing line you wished had never been drawn. When the elven guards saw you, they didn’t hesitate to bind your arms behind your back and march you to the tent in the center of the camp.
Inside stood the Elven King, Bard, Gandalf, and Bilbo, who took one look at the state of you and rushed over to fret, telling the guards to unbind you. The effort was as kind as it was useless, the elves not moving, simply looking to their King.
He gazed down at you and nodded once. Not a full moment later, your bonds were severed, and you fell into the arms of the only friend you had in the enemy camp.
“Tell me why I shouldn’t just kill you right now,” Thranduil spoke with an eyebrow raised, his posture relaxed but his eyes anything but.
“There is a madness in the mountain, it’s overtaken Thorin and Kili, that I know. They are single-minded and obsessed. I could not stay.”
“It is a brave thing to protect your own interests over the ones you love,” Bard spoke from the corner.
“It does not feel brave,” you admit, “It feels like cowardice, running away instead of trying to help.”
“There is not much you can do to help; perhaps your departure will be enough to break through to them, but they must break free on their own,” Gandalf reassured you, although his words held little comfort.
“May I find a place to rest?” You asked. “I will be no help to anyone dead on my feet.”
The men agreed, and Bilbo exited the tent with you, leading you to his own little tent that Gandalf had provided not even hours before.
In what felt like days and also no time at all, you found yourself standing by the wizard on the frontline of a negotiation, pleading with your eyes to your lover who stood on the overlook, mirroring his uncle’s face of stone and giving nothing away. It had all fallen apart miraculously quickly: the arrival of Dain’s army, Thorin’s declaration of war, Ravenhill exploding with monsters of all kinds. Without much thought, you found yourself rushing into battle, unequipped but full of purpose and ready to fight until your dying breath if needed.
No matter how many enemies you cut down, more took their place. You all were quickly being overrun, and it was looking like it might be the end. You paused, turning to look at the Kingdom of your kin, sending a thank you to the Gods for giving you Kili even if only for a brief time, and asking for forgiveness, for your own cowardice, and for his recent callousness.
And like an answer from the Gods, the stone wall crumbled and the company burst forth from the rubble, armed to the teeth and ready for blood.
Your energy renewed, and you fought like hell, fought through hordes of evil to reach the man you loved, his hair loose and whipping as he fought his own battles; his frame noticeably empty of the velvet robe you last saw draped over his shoulders.
The gap between you closed more and more every second until you stood there, breathing heavily with a smile unfit for battle but not really caring. You could finally see, in his eyes, the dwarf you fell in love with, and a relief like you had never felt crashed upon you like a fierce wave.
“I missed you.” You took Kili into your arms for a change.
“I missed you, too, Amralime. I cannot apologize enough; I’ve been a fool.” You shushed him with a kiss on his lips, the sound of battle raging around you.
“I’m just glad to have you back. What’s done is done.”
“And will never be done again, I swear.” The two of you smiled at each other, minds finally clear. You grabbed his hand, placed a kiss on the back of it, winked at him, and jumped back into the fray. With your prince by your side, you were starting to like your odds.
I think I might've sent you this request a good while ago (or I sent it to someone else, but it hasn't been written yet)
Basically Kili suffering from a form of dragon sickness and becoming obsessed and possessive with the reader (similar to Thorin and Bilbo). Can't remember if I wanted anything else to happen
Thank youuu
Published! And thanks again for re-sending the request, I hope it lives up to expectations! <3
Warnings: dragonsickness!kili, he's kinda toxic, cannon accurate violence, undertones of abusive and controlling behavior. Please take care of yourslef and only read if you can handle it!
a/n: hehehe, I'm baaaaack, I wonder how many times I've said that and accidentally blipped off the radar immediately after. Anyway, this was a request I was sent; it was one of the ones I lost to thank you, anon, for sending it again, so I had a chance to actually write it! If anyone has any other requests, my inbox is open!
It was off-putting, the way your usually care-free lover’s eyes turned dark at a moment's notice. You two had spent the whole journey to the mountain kingdom desperately trying to keep each other’s spirits up. You and Kili taking on the roles of camp clowns more often than not. It helped in some small way. After nearly being shot, eaten, torn apart, and crushed along the way, it helped to have some small moments of joy.
These moments were, however, becoming more and more elusive. The company’s arrival at the mountain was tainted by the discovery of Samug still enveloped in your people’s treasure. And when Kili, Fili, Bofur, and you arrived a day after the burning of Laketown, it was clear there would be no time for clowning anymore. You were put to work by Throin within moments. Only waiting for Oin to check over the three of you and patch up any lingering wounds. Then it was into the hoard, searching night and day for the Arkenstone.
You wanted to chalk up the change in Kili’s mood to exhaustion; you had barely had a moment's respite in what seemed like forever. But exhaustion didn’t explain the glint in his eye when he looked over the seas of gold, or, for that matter, you. Kili had grown short with the other members of the company, brusque and distant, muttering under his breath constantly.
There was one moment you stepped away, needing air and a brief glimpse of sunlight, trying to erase the glint of gold from your mind but knowing deep down that it would be a futile endeavor. You were gone for an hour, maybe less, when Bilbo came tearing up the stairs to the overlook.
“Y/N! Y/N! You have to come back, he’s losing his mind!” The Hobbit was out of breath but still tugging mightily on your arm.
“Thorin can wait a mere moment. We need to rest, I’m just the only one not too scared to go without permission.”
“It’s not Thorin, it’s Kili.” He never wavered in his insistence on getting you to return. At the news that it was your love and not his uncle, your eyebrows shot up, and your pace quickened.
Bilibo was right, of course. When the two of you returned to the hoard, you were met with the sight of Ori being lifted by the front of his shirt by a seemingly enraged Kili.
“What gives you the right? How dare you even speak her name?” Kili pulled the younger dwarf closer, close enough to see the dragonfire burning in his irises.
“I-I was just wondering where she made off to, honest.” You had seen Ori scared, sure, but never before had it been aimed at another member of the company.
“Kili!” you yelled, “What are you doing?” The second the prince's eyes landed on you, he released the dwarf in his grasp, tossing him to the side carelessly, your own eyes following to ensure he wasn’t wounded.
“Ghiavshel,” he breathed, pulling you into him, his grip tight and ironlike around your waist, “Where were you?”
“I needed a moment of air, Kee, that's all.” You tilted your head to the side, trying to get a deeper look into his eyes, eyes that seemed to be seeing less and less as the days went by.
“I do not like you being far from my side. Stay close to me, please, love.” His pleading seemed earnest, and the tightening grip around you gave you little cause to deny him.
It seemed that whatever darkness had settled in Throin’s head had also found residence in his nephew. You looked to the side and caught sight of Nori and Dori aiding their young cousin. Your smile dimmed, unnoticed by your bethrothed.
“Of course, Amralime. I’m sorry for worrying you.” he placed a rough kiss to your head and, as nothing had ever happened, returned to the hoard, sifting through the mountains of gold before him.
Moments of violence among the group remained few, but tensions were high; more than once, Kili had evoked rank over the other dwarves, something your love would never do when in his right mind. Kili was a prince, sure, but he had grown up like any other dwarfling, so why now did he seem all so eager to lord over those around him?
His instance in keeping you close only got worse, at first satisfied simply by being in the same room, he grew antsy when you were out of reach, and eventually, you were unable to find yourself out of his grasp at all times, even as the two of you slept.
Sleeping became an issue in and of itself. Kili told you he didn’t trust the men enough to sleep on the bedrolls in the main hall with them, not with you out in the open. It had never been an issue before, but now Kili refused to sleep when you would, only holding you in his arms and staring out at the group keeping watch over you. It would be sweet if it weren’t your friends he was ‘protecting’ you from.
He didn’t sleep, he didn’t eat, and he talked less and less. His muttering was difficult to follow and worrying, and you feared for him. You feared for the man he was becoming and what he would think of himself if he ever did break free from the madness.
On the morning that would change everything, Kili was clearer than he had been in weeks. He had a smile on his face as he gazed down upon your sleeping form and brushed a tender kiss to your braided hair before wrapping you in another fur and making his way to the hoard.
He spent the wee morning hours toiling away, muttering to himself and searching, but not for the Arkenstone. He collected gems and jewelry, finery of all kinds, and from all the ages of creation. Once he had a haul he deemed large enough, he made his way back to you. Still asleep and still confined under a stack of blankets and furs.
Slowly, as not to wake you, he undid the braid in your hair and began rebraiding it. Threading in jewelled beads and chains, he wove your hair into the most intricate braid it had ever been in. One that he thought you were worthy of. He made you piece by piece into his own treasure.
You awoke to the feeling of fingers in your strands and the comforting feeling of Kili’s legs on either side of you, your head resting atop on of his thighs. You smiled and turned to look at the dwarf you loved, only to freeze when you saw the manic look on his face. His eyes did not scan your face like they always did; instead, they flitted around your head, inventorying all the precious metal and gems he had adorned you with.
“Ghivashel, you are a treasure, my treasure, and now you finally look the part.” His hands stroked the side of your face, still not looking into your eyes.
“Kee, I thought I had always been your treasure.”
“Yes, of course,” he blankly replied before his voice took on a reverent tone,” But now, my love, you shine.”
You sat up and slipped further from him, the furs falling from your shoulders showing the dress you wore. It was the one given to you by Bard’s girls, and it had seen better days, but it was all you had.
Kili’s eyes followed the movement, and his brow furrowed as he took in the sight of your clothing.
“Stay here,” his command was gruff, “I need to find you something suitable to wear.”
“Kili, what I’m wearing is suitable.”
“No, no, no,” he shook his head and began pacing. “You need more; they need to know! Need to know you’re mine, my treasure.”
“Kili, I am yours, and you are mine; that has never been in question.”
“But they need to know, they need to see. Need to see how you can glow.” He stopped pacing, looking straight at you, “I will make you glow, I promise ghivashel.”
You bit your lip as you watched the dwarf you love step further and further away from you, away from the light and towards the depths of glittering gold.
Something broke in you in that moment, hope that you'd ever get your kind, funny, and charming dwarf back slipped away, with every footstep that echoed down the hall.
Kili did return, clutching a truly magnificent gown in his hands, deep blue and lined with golden thread, sapphires encrusted along the neckline. It was gorgeous, it felt soft on your skin and fit perfectly, and Kili was right, you glowed in it. You had never felt more like a bird in a cage.
Kili’s eyes were completely glazed over when he took in the sight of you, head to toe, dipped in gold, a true testament to the wealth of the line of Durin.
The sound of a warhorn drew your attention, and the two of you quickly joined the others on the overlook. You witnessed firsthand the madness that had overtaken Thorin as he denied his promise to the Men of Laketown from behind a stone wall. One that was supposed to offer you and your company protection, but only made you feel more and more like a prisoner.
It was in the moment that the King Under the Mountain lifted the hobbit burglar over the edge of the stone wall, dangling his life like it was something he was entitled to take if he so wished, that you fully grasped how deeply the madness ran in the line of Durin. You looked off to the side, catching your beloved pacing back and forth, muttering under his breath once more with a crazed look in his eye. As much as it hurt you knew, you can’t stay here. Not with him like this, not when it would mean becoming an object to be coveted instead of a partner to love.
Night falling saw you back in your own clothing, descending the wall and making your way to the camp on the other side of the dividing line you wished had never been drawn. When the elven guards saw you, they didn’t hesitate to bind your arms behind your back and march you to the tent in the center of the camp.
Inside stood the Elven King, Bard, Gandalf, and Bilbo, who took one look at the state of you and rushed over to fret, telling the guards to unbind you. The effort was as kind as it was useless, the elves not moving, simply looking to their King.
He gazed down at you and nodded once. Not a full moment later, your bonds were severed, and you fell into the arms of the only friend you had in the enemy camp.
“Tell me why I shouldn’t just kill you right now,” Thranduil spoke with an eyebrow raised, his posture relaxed but his eyes anything but.
“There is a madness in the mountain, it’s overtaken Thorin and Kili, that I know. They are single-minded and obsessed. I could not stay.”
“It is a brave thing to protect your own interests over the ones you love,” Bard spoke from the corner.
“It does not feel brave,” you admit, “It feels like cowardice, running away instead of trying to help.”
“There is not much you can do to help; perhaps your departure will be enough to break through to them, but they must break free on their own,” Gandalf reassured you, although his words held little comfort.
“May I find a place to rest?” You asked. “I will be no help to anyone dead on my feet.”
The men agreed, and Bilbo exited the tent with you, leading you to his own little tent that Gandalf had provided not even hours before.
In what felt like days and also no time at all, you found yourself standing by the wizard on the frontline of a negotiation, pleading with your eyes to your lover who stood on the overlook, mirroring his uncle’s face of stone and giving nothing away. It had all fallen apart miraculously quickly: the arrival of Dain’s army, Thorin’s declaration of war, Ravenhill exploding with monsters of all kinds. Without much thought, you found yourself rushing into battle, unequipped but full of purpose and ready to fight until your dying breath if needed.
No matter how many enemies you cut down, more took their place. You all were quickly being overrun, and it was looking like it might be the end. You paused, turning to look at the Kingdom of your kin, sending a thank you to the Gods for giving you Kili even if only for a brief time, and asking for forgiveness, for your own cowardice, and for his recent callousness.
And like an answer from the Gods, the stone wall crumbled and the company burst forth from the rubble, armed to the teeth and ready for blood.
Your energy renewed, and you fought like hell, fought through hordes of evil to reach the man you loved, his hair loose and whipping as he fought his own battles; his frame noticeably empty of the velvet robe you last saw draped over his shoulders.
The gap between you closed more and more every second until you stood there, breathing heavily with a smile unfit for battle but not really caring. You could finally see, in his eyes, the dwarf you fell in love with, and a relief like you had never felt crashed upon you like a fierce wave.
“I missed you.” You took Kili into your arms for a change.
“I missed you, too, Amralime. I cannot apologize enough; I’ve been a fool.” You shushed him with a kiss on his lips, the sound of battle raging around you.
“I’m just glad to have you back. What’s done is done.”
“And will never be done again, I swear.” The two of you smiled at each other, minds finally clear. You grabbed his hand, placed a kiss on the back of it, winked at him, and jumped back into the fray. With your prince by your side, you were starting to like your odds.
I'm actually devastated... I finally found the time and energy to write, and I logged on, and all the asks in my inbox completely disappeared. I know that I haven't posted anything in a while, and I'm sorry for that, but if you want to send requests, I want to work on them.
STAY SAFE!! [ID: the Gilbert Baker pride flag with the words “Happy pride to all those who are unable to celebrate openly and safely. You are loved and seen!” in all-caps black text over it. /end ID]
you said you were gonna work on some fics after your tests. good luck on your tests btw!!
do you have any tony stark or steve rogers x plus size readers in your inbox?
No I don't! I always love your ideas if you want to send some <3
Absolutely trudging through the last year of my bachelor's degree, it's finals week rn so HOPEFULLY i'll unlock some time to get through the requests in my inbox and put out another chapter of my kili x reader fic
Summary: You plan a date day for you and your boys. It goes to plan... mostly.
Pairing: Stucky x f!reader
Warnings: 18+ Content ahead! Other than that, reader has female pronouns and some nicknames (sugar, sweetheart) It's mostly fluff though not gonna lie.
Word Count: 3.5k
A/N: Woohoo! This is my submission for Essie's Summer Lovin' 300 follower celebration! @bigtreefest is one of my writing inspirations and I wanted to celebrate with her <3 Congrats, Essie on 300 followers, here's to the next 300 and even more after that!
There are also a lot of firsts for me in this one, first time posting something smutty, first time writing for more than one love interest and I think I did a pretty damn good job so I hope you all like it!
You loved to spoil your boys, it wasn't very often that they would let you but when you managed to convince them to let you take the reigns on date night, it always turned out very well. Steve and Bucky were never easy to convince. They loved to take care of you and wanted you to just be able to let go with them; not having to worry about anything when it was the three of you.
However, you had finally managed to get the boys to relax for one day. One whole day that you were going to plan to a T. All three of you had work off, the boys weren’t likely to be called in anytime soon and you were so looking forward to it.
The day would start softly, the boys were early risers and you were a light sleeper so you had no worries of sleeping in necessarily. They woke you up with soft kisses spread across your body. Bucky always slept at your back. It was the side in between you and the door and he slept better knowing he could keep the two of you safe. Steve usually slept at your front, most of the time with his head resting on your chest and his arms wrapped around your hips. `
Steve wakes first, still wrapped in your arms with one of his hands clutched in Bucky’s behind your back. He peppers kisses on your chest where his head rests and begins to pull himself up closer to your head. His movement wakes Bucky and he tightens his grip on Steve’s hand, bringing it closer to his mouth and placing a single kiss on his still scraped-up knuckles before releasing it and rolling onto his back.
Your eyes flutter open slowly, the feeling of Steve’s lips along your skin making a smile spread across your face. “Morning baby,” You whisper to him, threading your fingers through his hair, mussing it up more than it already was.
“What about me?” Bucky reaches an arm around you and pulls you closer to his chest, away from Steve. Steve glares at him before making a slew of grumpy noises as he scoots closer to you once more. You can’t help but giggle at the scene of your overgrown puppy of a boyfriend pouting like a kid.
“Relax boys, I have more than enough sugar to go around.” You place a kiss on Steve’s head before turning your torso and planting one on Bucky’s waiting lips too.
“Yeah, Sugar? You got enough to go around?” Steve’s lips curve up into a devilish smirk and he begins running his hand up the outside of your thigh, wiggling his eyebrows. Bucky picks up the memo quickly and soon you have both boys running their hand all over your body.
“Down boys, I have planned a whole day for us and I refuse to let you seduce me into staying in bed all day.” You said, no fire behind your words.
“Who said anything about all day Sugar? How about just the next thirty minutes.” Bucky moves his hand up to the side of your neck, turning your head so you are looking at him. Steve coughs in the back of his throat from his position, still propped against your tummy and very much still caressing any and all skin he can get his hands on.
“Okay, maybe an hour.” Bucky concedes.
“You have one hour, any more than that and I’ll have to start cutting stuff which will make me super sad.” You learned very early on in this relationship that the boys loathe making you sad, they’d do almost anything to keep you happy and you’ll milk the hell out of that if it means keeping your plans.
“Don’t worry doll, we can do a lot in an hour.” Steve winks at you and in one movement flips you onto your stomach. He crawls over you so that he’s practically laying on you. “Especially with the proper motivation.” He presses down on you so that you feel the hardness contained within the sweatpants he wore to bed.
“Consider yourselves motivated then.” You say from your spot on the bed, turning your head to find Bucky standing on the side of the bed, in a very similar state to Steve.
Bucky smirks at you before shedding his clothes and moving in close. He practically shoves Steve off of you and yanks you by the legs towards him. “Sugar, we’re always motivated when it comes to you.” He flips you back over and pulls you even closer to him, your legs in his arms and your body lying at the edge of the bed.
Bucky falls to his knees and brings your legs with him, placing one on each of his shoulders. Steve grumbles and his adorable pout returns to his face for a moment before you reach out for him again. He takes your hand and lets you pull him to your side. You take his hand and place it on your neck. Licking your lips sightly and looking back and up at him from where you lay.
“You have fifty-five minutes left.” You smile at him.
“Brat.” the two of them say in unison, the word bursting with affection.
They use their time well you have to admit. Bucky feasts on you from his position between your legs, he makes you finish twice before he even moves and you have a sneaking suspicion that this is going to be one of those times when the boys try to one-up each other.
Steve quickly removes your top and starts lavishing your breasts with attention, leaving love marks all over them and across your collarbone. Once Bucky is satisfied with you, Steve takes his place, making you cum once more on his fingers. He takes you apart methodically, using every trick in his book.
Both boys manhandle you seven different ways to Sunday and you can’t help but giggle every time they do. Your previous partner wasn't nearly as strong as your boys are, and having two men who can lift, flip, and throw you around has done wonders for your self-esteem in the bedroom.
They close out the hour together, laying on your sides similarly to how you woke up. Steve lays at your front, placing sloppy kisses up and down your neck, occasionally catching your mouth with his, not too often though. Both of the boys love your noises too much to swallow them. They fill you up perfectly, as one thrusts in the other pulls out, this goes on for far longer than you’d like, the boys taking you to the edge a couple of times before they finally let you fall over. They follow you quickly and the three of you lay together in one big heap of limbs and sweat.
Bucky looks over to the clock on the wall, “Four minutes to spare.” He chuckles out.
You groan lovingly and throw your head back against his chest. “Good, it’s going to take at least that long for me to be able to function again.”
Steve laughs at that and pulls away from you. “Well, while you learn how to function again I’ll go make us some coffee.”
Bucky follows Steve’s example also pulling away from you and heading to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth to clean the three of you up. He pulls Steve back into him by the wrist before he’s able to leave the bedroom. He kisses him deeply and smiles like a goof at him. “Good Morning.” Steve laughs and kisses him back before pushing his lover closer to the bed.
“Morning Punk.”
You smile like an idiot at both of them, loving to see your two favorite people be in love, especially because you know how good that love feels.
Bucky cleans you up quickly and pulls you out of bed with the promise of pancakes and scrambled eggs. You kiss him before he leaves the bedroom and set out to begin preparations for the day.
You dress quickly, having planned weeks ahead in your mind what you would wear. Once you finish picking out your own outfit you pick outfits out for both of your lovers. You pull out a white undershirt and colorful button-up for Steve, along with a pair of khaki shorts. For Bucky you pull a deep red shirt that he loves, it’s a lightweight knit piece with a small V and buttons running down the front. You lay a pair of black jeans next to it and smile at your choices.
You make your way to the kitchen where you hear your boy’s bustling around. Bucky is making good on his promise; making pancakes and adding each of your favorite mix-ins. Bananas for Steve, chocolate chips for yourself, and blueberries for him. Steve is next to him making the scrambled eggs and looking handsome while doing it.
“So Sugar, gonna let us in on the plans for today.” Bucky looks up from the pan and cocks his head at you.
“Well, I thought we could start the day with a trip to the boardwalk, followed by a picnic on the beach, and then finishing up with dinner at that diner the two of you like so much?”
“Sounds like a great day sweetheart, when do we need to leave?”
“I knew you two wouldn’t be able to keep your hands to yourselves so I scheduled the car to come pick us up in about forty-five minutes. Plenty of time to eat, and for you two to get dressed while I grab the rest of what we’ll need.”
Steve places your coffee in front of you and presses his lips to the top of your head. “You think of everything Sweetheart.” You practically preen at his praise and cover your smile with your mug.
Bucky finishes breakfast and the three of you eat and talk for a couple of minutes before you shoo them off to get ready and you start putting the last touches on the picnic basket you had prepared the night before. Also grabbing a nice big outdoor blanket, some sunscreen, and some snacks because if you know your loves and you do, you know that they will certainly get hungry again before it’s time for lunch.
The boys come back into the living room and you whistle at them in their outfits. Steve smiles bashfully and puts his hands in his pockets while Bucky smirks and gives you a little twirl showing off your choices.
“Thanks for the fashion expertise Sugar.”
“What can I say, I love taking care of my boys.” You shrug before handing the picnic basket to Bucky along with his sunglasses a hair tie and a baseball cap. You hand the backpack with all the other stuff in it to Steve along with his hat, wallet, and phone. You grab your purse off the counter and place your own sunnies on your head before clapping your hands together.
“Alrighty Gents, who is ready for the best date day they’ve ever had.” You grab one hand from each of them as they take their rightful places at your side and lead them out to the black SUV you arranged to take you to the pier.
The morning is going well, Steve and Bucky walk hand in hand with you up and down the boardwalk, looking and laughing at all the dumb junk in the tourist shops that line each side of the pier. Bucky begs you both to stop for ice cream and you can never say no to him so you do, continuing your day now each holding a cone in your hand. You drop Bucky’s hand to hold your own ice cream and he looks downright offended before you point out that he was the one who wanted ice cream in the first place.
Walking the boardwalk was nice, it was a perfect day too. Not too hot and with a nice breeze that made everything look so beautiful. The trees sway and the birds are flying. Your boys stay by your side the whole time and the three of you walk and talk, you go up and down the pier before you start guiding them to the spot on the beach you had scoped out earlier. You don’t stop the conversation and just take in the time you had with your lovers, cherishing these quiet days when none of you had anything to do but love each other.
Eventually, you happen on the spot, it's a little further down the beach from all the people which affords you the privacy you need. Being with two heroes is nice in a lot of ways and not so nice in some others. People recognize your boys all the time and usually, it's not a problem, most of the public is super nice and doesn’t take up a lot of time but you really just want today to be the three of you, with no interruptions and no random people coming up to you.
You task Steve with setting out the blanket and Bucky with finding some rocks to weigh down the edges. He quickly pecks your lips before giving you a joking salute and setting down the beach. When the blanket is all set out and secured you sit down with the basket and begin pulling things out. Starting with the cooler that holds the sparking white wine and the strawberries that you had already cut. You pull out a container of turkey and cheese pinwheels, some chips and salsa, deviled eggs which Steve loves, and lemon bars which Bucky loves. As you reach in to grab the last container your hand meets something wet and sticky and you groan.
“Why’s it… sticky?” You pull your hand out along with the broken plastic container full of chopped watermelon and make a face at the residue on your hand. Bucky laughs at the look on your face and takes the watermelon from you. Steve jumps into action and begins looking in the backpack you packed for any napkins or wet wipes but before he can find them, Bucky takes your hand in his and runs his tongue down the side of your wrist licking up the juice.
You pull your hand from him and give him a look, “Now my hand is sticky and covered in spit, thank you, James.”
“Just trying to help Sugar.” He winks at you.
“No, Stevie was trying to help,” You take the wet wipe from his outstretched hand, “You were being a perv.”
“I told you Sugar, when you’re around I’m… motivated.”
“You need to be motivated to eat all the food I packed because it’ll go bad before we get back home.”
“It looks great Sweetheart, thank you for making everything.” Steve, grabs one of the pinwheels you made and takes a bite, moaning a bit at the taste.
“Damn it Steve, now I’m… motivated.”
“I can help you with that Sugar.” Bucky wiggles his eyebrows at you.
“I appreciate the offer Honey, but I don’t want sand to get all up, everywhere.”
“Fair enough Sugar.”
The three of you spend several hours lounging around the beach, you don’t have anything else planned until dinner later so you let yourself relax a little bit. The boys have no problem finishing all the food you packed and after a while of just sitting and watching the waves, they get a little restless.
You smile and shake your head. You really do know your boys. You pull the backpack closer to you fishing out the frisbee you brought and a book for yourself. You toss the plastic disk at Steve, “Go crazy you too.”
They practically jump up and start running a little ways away from the blanket lest you accidentally get caught in the crossfire. Sometimes you forget that they haven't had much time to be young, the war stole so much from them and neither of them has had the chance to let go in a really long time.
They play and you read for another hour or so, you occasionally take glances at them. They’ve graduated from just tossing the disk back and forth to trying some trick shots. Their laughter lifts your heart and sticks a smile firmly on your face.
What drops your smile though is the sudden darkening of the sky and the water that falls from the heavens shortly after. Your book gets splattered with a couple of drops at first and you glance up at the sky, cursing lightly. It wasn’t supposed to rain today, you double and triple-checked the weather before you left.
It certainly wasn’t supposed to start absolutely pouring, it’s like the sky opened up and in a single moment you and everything around you were soaked.
The boys run back towards you as you scramble to start packing everything back up. They help and in a few minutes, the three of you are once again, hand in hand except this time you’re sprinting down the beach back toward the bridge you had passed earlier. You practically collapse once you’re under the shelter. Dropping everything in one big pile and falling backward into the sand.
The boys look at you in concern for a few seconds before you just start bursting out in laughter. You look like a drowned rat you’re sure but they still look at you with heart-eyes. They sit down next to you and start laughing along with you. The rain only lasts for a few more minutes, departing just as quickly as it arrived.
“Looks clear Sugar, we can go.” Bucky pulls the backpack onto his shoulder and stands, offering you his hand to pull you up.
“Damn, we can’t go to the diner dripping wet and covered in sand.”
“How about…” Steve starts, “We head home, take a shower get changed, and order a pizza from that place in the city you like. Then we can watch a movie and snuggle on the couch for the rest of the night.” He pulls you into his chest, looking down at you and pushing some wet strands of hair off your neck.
“That sounds fantastic Stevie, what do you think Buck?” You turn to look at him.
“I just want to spend time with you, I don't care where.”
“Sap.” You throw at him. He just shrugs and walks closer to you and Steve, wrapping his arms around you both and placing a kiss on the side of both of your heads.
“Alright,” you go to pull out your phone, “I’ll call the car and we can head home.
The car doesn’t take long to meet you back at the entrance to the beach, you make a mental note to apologize to the driver for getting sand on the seats and add a couple of bucks to the tip you had planned.
When the three of you get home you do just as Steve said. All three of you make your way to your bathroom, you strip out of your still kind of wet clothes and climb into the shower together. You each take turns washing each other, sharing kisses, and cleaning all the sand from your bodies.
You get out and put on some pajamas, a pair of loose cotton shorts, and a tank top along with a pair of socks that have dinosaurs on them. You had bought a pair of them for each of you as a simple no reason kind of gift.
You make your way out to the living room where Steve and Bucky have already begun setting up, lighting some candles, and putting your favorite and most soft blanket through a quick cycle in the dryer to get it nice and toasty.
“Alright Sugar, the pizza is on its way the couch is set up for some serious snuggling action all we need now is our girl and a movie to watch.” He pulls you down so that you are lying across both him and Steve, your legs propped up on Steve’s legs. He immediately grabs ahold of your calves and starts massaging the flesh there.
Steve puts on Muppets from Space, one of the hundreds of movies on the list he and Bucky have to still watch and he dims the lights with his phone.
“You know, I wanted to take care of you guys today, this isn’t really fair.” You spoke out into the room.
“You do take care of us Sweetheart, every day you take care of us.”
“Yeah sugar, you took care of everything today, you scheduled the car for an hour later, you packed some of our favorites, you brought a frisbee and you had planned a nice dinner at the place we love. It’s not your fault the day got messed up by some rain.”
“Still, I almost got everything perfect.”
“Sweetheart, every day with you is perfect whether or not we end up soaking wet and covered in sand.” Steve squeezes your thigh to drive his point home.
“I love you guys.” You sit up to give each of them a kiss.
“We love you too sugar, now hush I want to find out what kinda creature Gonzo is.”
“I take it back, I love Stevie, I tolerate you.” You stick your tongue out at Bucky.
“Brat.” the two of them say in unison, voices laced with affection.
Summary : Your plan of marrying a second-born son gets ruined when the crown prince takes interest in you.
Pairing : Prince! Bucky Barnes x Noblewoman! reader (she/her)
Warnings/tags : Bridgerton-esque Regency-au, though you do not need to watch Bridgerton to understand. You are described to be John Walker’s sister, though your parentage is unclear. Mentions of war, smoking, drinking. Food. Marriage. Internalized classism. mentions of sexual activities. Bucky has a metal prosthetic but his mannerisms are more similar to 40s Bucky. (let me know if I missed anything!)
Total word count : 22.5k
Note : I love the Benophie season!!! I am still not over it, so I am writing this au for Bucky to cope. This was meant to be a one shot but it’s too long to fit in one post, but both parts are available immediately! Enjoy!
Part I
Part II
(This is a two-part series.)
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