Modern times (21st century)
Vampire!Bucky x female reader
Warnings : vampires, blood, Bucky is old, age gap (reader in her late twenties), no physical description of the reader, yearner Bucky
English is not my 1st language.
Please be indulgent it's my 1st long fic.
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James Buchanan Barnes, mostly called Bucky had lived for decades and a century. He had always been the prettiest boy from his birth to now, that’s what everyone said, women, men, girls and boys and the mothers wanted him to marry their daughters at all costs.
Bucky was born the 10 march of 1917 in Brooklyn, his mom thought he was the prettiest boy she ever saw, or maybe she was just a happy mama to see her baby being healthy. He was a mama’s boy in a good way, always being respectful towards women, helping the girls and the grandmas with their groceries or walking young ladies home at night. No one saw him as a menace because he wasn’t one.
Becoming a vampire wasn’t planned. After the war, he was tired and broken, traumatized by what he saw and what he had to do, all he wanted was to rest and find a woman that would love him unconditionally for who he is. But life wasn’t so nice to him, he came back disabled from the war, a missing limb, women still found him pretty but they saw he didn’t have a left arm anymore and unfortunately during that time people weren’t that nice to disabled people.
Unfortunately, his transformation happened during a time of vulnerability, but it’s a story for another time. He lived during the night for 80 years, frustrated most of the time but not unhappy.
All of that led us now, January 2026, you were walking from the parking lot you parked your car to the bookstore you worked at. A bookstore full of different kinds of books, one with novels, manga, comics and cooking books passing by every kind of book you can imagine.
Your drink of choice in hand, you finally enter, put your things in your locker and finally begin to work. The days at the bookstore were calm, with internet and the possibility to have your books delivered to your door people didn't come by hundreds.
You were putting books on shelves when he came in, it was 6pm, the night was already there, cold and dark, no stars or the moon in the sky. You didn't notice he was there for a moment while he walked around looking mysterious and a little bit tortured, that made him even more attractive.
You worked with a guy in his 30s, nice but you didn't spend too much time with him. There was a lady in her 50s and a girl in her early 20s working here to have money while she was in university. The store was owned by the lady in her 50s, she was kind and understanding.
Bucky smiled to the staff and went to wander around, looking for something new to read, having read most of the books that existed, he needed something fresh. He smelled all their scent and tried his best to not let his body react to the potential meals he could have with their blood.
He finally arrived where you were, he observed how you were putting those mangas on shelves, hearing your blood coursing your veins, it was like music to his ears, a song he could listen all day, everyday. He needed to concentrate.
He was looking at shojos (romance) to try to fill his yearning heart, he wanted to ask you for advice but he wanted to find something by himself, he was still old school for a bunch of things unfortunately.
When you finished and finally noticed him, you came to him, you wore a (f/c) turtleneck, (f/c) pants and platform boots. You asked him, “Hi, do you need help ?”
He turned to look at who talked to him and he did everything to not overreact at how good you smelled or how good you looked, how innocent for a predator like him. He recollected his thoughts and finally talked with that deep and suave voice.
“Hi, I was searching for a manga to read, a captivating one” ,captivating like you he thought.
You pondered, looking around not wanting to say your favorite one too fast, “Attack on titan would be a great choice”, you took the first one of the collection on the shelf. You showed him explaining how it would be a roller-coaster of emotions.
He was looking at you with restraint to not look like a psychopath or a pervert. He was just admiring you with his deep blue eyes when you were just existing, trying to do your job.
You were looking at him skeptically and asked him again, “Mister ?? You're interested or not ?” By you, I'm interested by you, you wonderful creature he thought, he finally answered.
“Oh huh yeah, I'm interested” and with that he took the first three of the collection and went home.
It has been a week since that first encounter, the three manga he bought were read when he got home, trying to distract himself from the cute girl he met at the store, drinking a glass of blood. But when he finished, you were flooding his thoughts, you were the only thing in his mind, he didn't even think of his blood hunger anymore.
During a full week, you were the only thing on his mind, when he rose from his coffin, when he drank his cup of blood, during his shower, when choosing if he was going to wear a sweater or a Henley, even when he was with his friends.
Bucky Barnes had loved women, different kinds, but right now this is bordering on obsession and if he didn't do anything to calm down he would follow you to your home in the shadows and try to peek at your windows to observe you in your natural habitat.
So after that week, he decided to go back to that bookstore pretending he wanted to buy the other manga of the collection but it was just to see you and try to seduce you. So he came back, bought another 3.
He decided to come twice a week just to see and talk to you, asked your name and repeated it again and again at home. It worked, he was charming but not creepy, as a vampire undercover could be. If he had to spend all his money just to get a glimpse of you, he would and kinda did, buying everything you recommended.
After 3 weeks, he finally asked for your number. He thought it was the good moment, and when you gave it to him, you smiled softly. Secretly you were waiting for him to make a move as asking you for a date or asking your number. When he finally did, you were feeling giddy, that beautiful man was interested in you, the crush was reciprocal.
Day after day, week after week you texted, talking everyday to get to know each other a little more than the day before. His goal was to see if he could trust you enough to reveal his horrible secret, the fact he was a vampire.
In his mind, he had no doubt that you were the love of his life, he could feel it in his bones but… Would it be true ? Was he so delusional about finally finding love that the first girl with pretty eyes and even prettier smile was it ? He would find it soon.
But first, the first date have to happen !
Taglist : @herejustforbuckybarnes
