Lux Brumalis: "The light of winter"/"Winter's light."
After defeating the Flag Smashers and conquering his inner demons, Bucky is trying to live a quiet life in New York City. While being Cap's sidekick has brought him (mostly unwanted) fame and at...
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CW:There's a lot of whiplash in this chapter. I'm sorry for that, and I hope that it works. Also lots of dialogue from Blade in this. All credit for it goes to the writers.
CW: Pregnancy scare (note the key word: scare), discussions around miscarriage, pro choice talk, VERY domineering post-mission sex with Bucky, praise kink, slight degradation in English and Russian (the degradation is consensual and discussed by both parties, so if you wanna get mad at me, take it somewhere else because I'm not interested), discussions of boundaries and limits in sex, vampire killing, somewhat blood-covered sex?, fingering, hair pulling, spit kink (SPIT KINK, THEA? Yeah. SPIT IN MY MOUTH, MR. BARNES).
Am I sorry? No. Am I a horny mess? Yes. And now it's everyone's problem.
Charlotte dreams about the creature again. Once again, she can't move. It's more invasive this time, her mind mixing the horror of what he's discovered lurking in New York with her assault. The creature's mouth on hers, suffocating her. She feels the rough texture of its tongue as it drives into her mouth like a knife. She doesn't even know where she is in the dream, it feels like her body exists in some void. She can barely see it on top of her, but she feels it, she knows it's there. Charlotte tastes something coppery on its tongue.
She wakes up with a start, gasping for air. Bucky is standing in the doorway in his briefs and nothing else as the sun shines through the window and the autumn breeze blows through the curtains. He's holding two mugs. Charlotte can see the steam rising from them.
"You okay, doll?"
"Yeah," Charlotte sighs, running a hand through her hair. "I think all that talk about vampires and what happened with Caleb just kind of mixed in my brain and..." She shakes her head. "It was fucked up."
He bites his lip.
"Sam, Blade, and I are going hunting tonight. Blade's gonna show us the ropes."
"Hunting?" Charlotte asks.
Bucky nods.
"At dusk." He checks his watch. "So, about three hours."
"What time is it?"
"4:00pm."
"I slept for ten hours?!"
"About that, yeah. You looked like you needed it."
She still tastes copper in her mouth and immediately feels vomit creep up the back of her throat. Charlotte bolts out of bed and runs past Bucky to the bathroom, completely naked. She slides across the floor and vomits into the toilet. Bucky is beside her in seconds, rubbing her back with a large hand. She's thrown up everything she's eaten over the past day and rests her forehead on her arm, groaning. She feels like death warmed over. It feels like something she can't see or touch has her in a fucking vice grip. Anxiety pools, turning to icy dread. She sobs.
