✂ Pairing: Yandere! Malleus Draconia x Female! Reader [feat. Bellatrix]
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You were trying to escape. Again.
This was probably the umpteenth time Bellatrix had seen you carrying out your plan, each with a varying degree of success, but it always ended up with your capture. Sometimes you’d be whipped with a thorny bullwhip, sometimes you’d be isolated in a dark room for several days, and sometimes you’d be starved.
But, amazingly enough, you still hadn’t given up even when your tormentor was none other than the former ‘Terrifying General’, Lilia Vanrouge.
Bellatrix didn’t know whether you were determined, or just plain stupid. It was painfully obvious that you’d never leave the castle, so why did you keep trying? She’d heard that you were once a human who got turned to a fae, per Malleus’ order. And you weren’t just any ordinary human either, but magicless too. Somehow, it didn’t sound quite far fetched despite hearing it from the gossipy servants. Everyone had known about his profound, bordering on obsessive, love for you. Nobody understood why, not even herself.
If she were to judge you from your looks alone, you weren’t beautiful – certainly not the prettiest among the more gorgeous fae women. And if she were to judge you from your attitude, you definitely didn’t have the best one. You blundered in royalty affairs and meetings, though not as much as in the past. You didn’t connect with other noblewomen enough, didn’t throw invitations for simple gatherings or parties enough, and didn’t go out enough.
And yet… and yet… Malleus loved you, anyway. After everything you’d done, after everything you’d said to him, he still…
Bellatrix silently gritted her teeth as she reached forward to grasp the knob. While she loved being useful to Malleus, the fact that he ordered her to fetch you irked her. How could she not? She was about to bring the more beloved wife to their husband, per his request! Very soon, he’d pretend everything didn’t happen and you’d return to your shenanigans. Thus, the circle would continue over and over again.
Unless, he decided to break you once and for all.
A gloved hand hovered over the door when she heard something slid across the floor. Bellatrix stood outside the room for quite some time, listening to you sighing and huffing. What tricks were you going to pull now? It never failed to amaze her how suicidal you could be sometimes, all for the sake of some illusionary freedom.
Then again, humans had proven themselves to be quite desperate creatures. They’d do anything for their objectives, even if it meant sacrificing themselves and others. The amount of stories about greedy humans that her governess had recounted to her was nearly infinite, and she wondered if you were a part of those people.
You might not be searching for riches, prestige, or men, but your overzealous attempt at finding something as abstract and fleeting as freedom was comparable.
… And now that she thought about it, weren’t you just suited for Malleus? You both were obstinate when it came to your goals, after all. It was a shame that they didn’t match, otherwise, you’d be known as the most obsessive pair ever.
Unfortunately, Malleus was doomed to be stuck in a seemingly eternal one-sided love.
Or were you the doomed one?
Bellatrix squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head vehemently. No, it’d better if she didn’t think about it to not worsen her mood. The faster she did his order, the faster she could return to her duty… or just hope Malleus would need her for anything other than a baby machine.
Gripping her stomach unconsciously, Bellatrix shook her head once again and teleported inside the room. As expected, isolation in the tower didn’t deter you from executing a whole new scheme. This time, it involved a long rope made of knotted blankets and dresses. She could’ve sworn she saw your chemises hidden underneath the many clothes, too. You already threw half of the rope out of the window, so all you needed to do next was to tie it around a pole or anything sturdy enough to hold the extra weight of your body. It was quite clever, she had to admit.
… However, you forgot that the castle had many eyes – including hers.
Whether she wanted it or not, she had a duty to observe you.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
You froze, hands twitching on the makeshift rope. You turned your face to look at her almost robotically, as if keeping your body forward would hide the proof from her.
“Bellatrix.” you intoned, voice trembling faintly at the end. She could almost hear your heart racing so fast from her spot near the door. “You’re here.”
You must’ve expected someone else to come instead, probably Silver. That guy had always been rather soft to you, but she doubted he’d truly help you considering his loyalty to Malleus. The most he’d do was probably convince the king to lessen the punishment, however, not even Silver could change his mind – or yours.
Bellatrix crossed her arms, trying to conceal her irritation. “Yes, I’m here. Now, stop trying to change the subject. You won’t be able to escape, so just give up already.”
She blinked in surprise. You… knew? Well, that was to be expected, right? You’d failed so many times, you were bound to realize the reality sooner or later. And besides, it saved her the time of having to explain why fleeing would only tighten the security around you.
“But,” you paused, peering at her. “it doesn’t mean I can’t try.”
… Never mind. Clearly, you didn’t know about the last part. This was the first time she’d seen someone so ignorant of their predicament. Did you think that by pretending the guards didn’t exist, you’d be able to escape? She almost wanted to ‘humor’ you; to show what’d happen if you managed to flee. But Malleus would be angry at her, wouldn’t he?
Or maybe not. Maybe this time, he’d be happy instead. She just had to show you a totally different scenario – one that didn’t include violence – but still traumatized you enough. Maybe then, you wouldn’t give them headaches anymore.
“You hate my guts, don’t you?” She lifted her gaze to meet your seemingly knowing one. What? What did you just say? “Then, help me. Help me get away from this place and Malleus will be all yours.”
Bellatrix gripped her dress unconsciously. No, that… that wasn’t true. She didn’t hate you. If she had to summarize her relationship with you, it’d be acquaintanceship. She never wanted to befriend you, but it didn’t mean she despised you.
No, what she hated the most what your egoism. How you always rejected Malleus’ love, and how you always hurt yourself rather than simply accepting your fate, new life, and future. You acted as if dying in the wilderness was better than living in affection, while she constantly yearned for the latter. When would you realize that not everyone was as lucky as you; someone who was loved by the richest, strongest, and most handsome man in the whole Valley?! When would you realize that other people were dying to be in your spot?!
When would you realize that… she always wanted to be you?
“… Fine.” You lit up, and she resisted the urge to wipe your hopeful smile. “But you need to follow me first.”
“Yes, yes, of course.” You nodded fervently, beaming. If you were a puppy, she was certain your tail would be wagging by now.
Bellatrix walked past you and grabbed the makeshift rope, promptly burning it with her magic. The green fire spread from her palm to the end of the rope, leaving only small knots of clothes behind. You were baffled and, dare she said, hurt by her sudden action. You kept glancing from her apathetic profile to the flaming rope, but before you could open your mouth to question her motive, she swiftly answered.
“It’s so nobody will know that you’re trying to escape again.”
And besides, she didn’t want to get punished for failing to guard you properly.
But you didn’t need to know that, of course.
Bellatrix pocketed the knots and spun, ignoring your contemplative expression. It was only after she unlocked the doors did you snap out of your trance and rushed towards her, eager to leave the tower with her assistance. Bellatrix, once again, disregarded the enthusiasm and merely stared forward. It felt as if she was bringing a kid than an adult, and for a split second, she questioned Malleus’ taste in women.
Then again, you’d always been a baby in her eyes. And there was no use in mulling over his strange preference, anyway.
Gradually, your anticipation transformed into dread once you saw the looming castle. Bellatrix could practically see your face falling behind her; how your movements slowed the closer you both reached the entrance. She halted and peered over her shoulder, feigning confusion.
“Why did you stop?”
“I… I thought you were going to help me escape.” you stammered, taking a step back. You glanced up at the gloomy building, as if fearing the darkness would swallow you whole.
Or rather, the dragon that lied within the building.
“I am.” Bellatrix intoned, cocking her head. “Don’t you trust me?”
You stared at her skeptically, not wanting to believe her but not wanting to release the hope she’d oh-so-graciously given you. Soon, your shoulders drooped in defeat.
“… Okay, but I hope you’re not lying.”
Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t.
Well, not really.
Bellatrix nodded and proceeded to enter the castle, with you following somewhat reluctantly. She walked up to the winding stairs, passed the numerous hallways lit by green candles that cast eerie shadows to the walls, before she finally found the room she’d been looking for.
“This… this is Malleus’ office!” you hissed.
“Be patient.” Bellatrix chided. “He ordered me to bring you here. If I didn’t do it, he’d be suspicious. I’m sure you don’t want him to suspect that you’ve left the tower without his permission, right? Unless…”
She squinted slowly.
“That was your plan all along? To get his attention?”
You reeled back as if she’d just said the most scandalous thing you’d ever heard. “Of course not! Why would I do that?!”
… Well, at least you were telling the truth, as irritating as it sounded.
“Then, stop complaining. The sooner we finish this, the sooner we can go.”
You opened your mouth to protest, before sighing. Bellatrix nodded at your obedience and turned to face the doors, gently knocking on the wood. Once she heard his permission, she turned the knob and opened the door. Malleus sat behind a table, doing some paperwork that never seemed to end. He paused writing and put down the pen, face brightening faintly at the sight of your arrival.
Of course, he’d be excited. It was you, after all.
Bellatrix closed her eyes and curtsied, trying to hide the jealousy behind a flawless veneer. Royalty should never show strong emotions, she remembered her mother said, they should always appear calm in every situation and place.
And be calm, she did.
“Your Majesty, I brought Her Majesty here as you’ve ordered.”
Malleus nodded in a subdued satisfaction, and she repressed the urge to smile. “Good.”
Even if it meant staying composed…
“I also caught her trying to escape using a rope made from her blankets and clothes.”
… when she wiped your hopeful smile.
You gaped, unable to utter anything as Bellatrix stepped forward and fished the knots out of her pocket. She put them on the table and withdrew quietly, face betraying no emotions whatsoever.
It was truly the picture of a perfect princess.
“She already threw out half of it through the window when I came in, but luckily, I managed to stop her.” she explained matter-of-factly. “I also burned the majority of the rope in case she ever thinks about using it again, and the knots are what’s left of it.”
The atmosphere grew heavy as Malleus stared at the knots emotionlessly, gloved fingers intertwined before his mouth. Then, his icy eyes glided to your frozen figure.
“Is that true, [Name]?” he inquired, almost hissing.
Your eyes grew larger, if that was possible, while your body began to tremble under the pressure. Cold sweats formed on your forehead as you stared at him timidly, lips dry.
“I…” you stammered, gripping your nightgown so tightly your knuckles turned white. You glanced at Bellatrix for help, but she could see a gleam of betrayal in there.
Bellatrix’s eyes softened imperceptibly. She pitied you, truly, she did.
However, you should’ve known better than to trust faeries.
And even if you didn’t trust her, the ending would still be the same anyway.
You’d always be stuck here, just like how she got stuck in her loveless marriage with Malleus.
Of course, it didn’t mean she couldn’t earn his trust. And what better way to do it than to help him keep an eye on you?
You shaking raised your finger to point accusingly at her. “You… you said…”
“Yes, I helped you escape to a life filled with love.” she intoned. “Isn’t that what you always want? To love and be loved?”
Of course, it wasn’t what you wanted. But you couldn’t deny that it was what everyone desired, even you.
Love was a basic right, after all.
And for Bellatrix, his trust was a form of affection to her.
Because you could always love the person you trusted the most, right?
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Summary: She has known Erik longer than Bucky has been alive, but that doesn't mean he likes seeing them together, especially when Bucky catches them embracing. He sure knows how to make a mess of things.
As the human moves through the forest, he whistles to himself, looking for any prey he may have caught in one of his traps. He makes so much noise as he plods on the ground, his heavy boots and thick, downy coat rustling and thumping in time with his footsteps. He notices that he has caught a giant rabbit, and he grins, excited.
Right above his head, she sits perched in a tree. She hates human hunters. They take and take and take until they've taken everything. She has seen them hunt Steller's sea cows and great auks until they were all gone. She was there when they continually raided the nesting grounds of passenger pigeons and slaughtered them by the millions until they were extinct after only fifty years. Humans are greedy. The stories they write about vampires are a reflection of that.
The human bends down to retrieve his catch, looking all kinds of pleased with himself, and she takes her chance to attack. Leaping from the tree, she sails down, letting her fangs free from her gums. She lands in the grass and races towards the human, who is still busy with his trap.
She is about to take the human down when she sees a blur of movement, and then another vampire is on her prey, wrestling for a moment until the vampire starts to drink and the human is dead. She angrily stalks forward. She waits until the vampire looks up at her before she speaks. She pokes his chest.
“That was mine!” she snaps in German.
The vampire lifts a delicate eyebrow and wipes his mouth the best that he can.
“You were too slow.”
“You are always stealing my meals, Erik. I was waiting in that tree for ages,” she grumbles. “Don't you have enough blood in your territory?"
Erik, whose last name is Lehnsherr, but she thinks his name is really Max Eisenhardt, shakes his head. Blood glistens on his chin, and she stares at it. She licks her lips.
"The humans have all but fled. It turns out that they knew we were there,” he says.
“I told you that it was a bad idea to hide out with an entire group of us,” she points out. “You and Charles are so reckless. I’m surprised you haven’t been caught yet.”
Erik had been turned into a vampire only in 1940 after being almost executed and subsequently buried alive for a failed attempt at escaping from the Warsaw Ghetto. She had met him when she was still in Europe, prowling the land for Nazis to eat after they all but destroyed her beautiful homeland. Erik was newly turned when they met, which meant he was angry. They had fought until Erik collapsed with hunger. She taught him how to hunt and then ran, sure she would never see him again. But they shared one mind, it seemed, when they both ended up in America during the 1960s.
“We are quick enough to evade capture,” Erik says. “Charles can anticipate the humans even before I can.”
She reluctantly agrees with that. Charles is strange. She would say he was a warlock, but she knows he doesn't practice magic. All he can do is sense the unseen. He knows when things are going to happen before they do. She thinks he can even read minds, which is a terrifying thought for a vampire to have that kind of power.
“How is Charles?” she asks.
Even vampires cannot retain the use of their legs.
“He's fine. He's been hungrier than normal. I hope that is a good thing.”
"Tell him I have a book I think he'll like."
"I will." Erik pauses, subtly sniffing her. “Wait a minute. You smell different."
“His name is Bucky,” she says with a small smile.
“Alpha wolves use their omegas as nothing more than a breeding factory, you know.”
“I thought that too, but, Erik, I love him, and he loves me.”
Erik still looks suspicious.
“Does he treat you well?”
“Very well. We do things together that I haven't done in decades," she says.
“I've never seen you this happy before."
“I really am. You were right, you know- all those years ago. Life is worse when you spend it all alone.”
Erik concedes with a shake of his head.
“You are the oldest vampire that I have ever met. It's about damn time that you met somebody. But if he hurts you, Charles and I will gut him."
"I know you will. Thanks," she says.
She throws her arms around Erik, who lets her hug him without much fuss.
(From behind a tree, Bucky feels his blood run cold as he watches them. He had caught up to his omega a while ago, hoping to surprise her and take her out. Instead, he stumbles upon this. He wishes he could understand them, but they speak in what sounds to him to be German. Possessiveness and jealousy are overwhelming him. He never thought she would do this to him!)
“What did you say his name was?” Erik asks her.
“Bucky,” she says.
“A fitting name for a dog.”
“That’s what I said!”
They smile at each other, fondness painted across both of their faces.
“It is so good to see you, Erik," she says. "Will I see you when I come next week?"
"Charles says that there are some vampires looking for a place to live. I told him I would find them."
"Of course, you did. What are you up to now- nine?"
"Just be careful, for Gods' sake. I have no idea how you all can fit in that small house you have."
"I always am careful." Erik glances at the sky. "I should get going. The sun will be up before we know it. How far away from home are you?”
“Pretty far. But I will make it back in time. Be safe, all right? I will see you again,” she says.
They hug, and Erik, strangely affectionate today, kisses the top of her head. A loud growl reverberates through the forest, and the two look up, confused.
“I better go. I think your 'alpha’ has caught up to you,” Erik says.
“Bye!” she calls after him as he begins to run for home.
After she can no longer sense Erik, she wanders in the direction that she heard Bucky growl. She feels him behind her, and if thoughts could kill, Erik would be dead and buried. Their bond is flooded with what feels like Bucky's jealousy.
"Hey," she says, electing to ignore it.
“Who the fuck was that?” Bucky asks.
Her voice is calm when she responds, not wanting to start anything:
“Erik. He’s a vampire too.”
“Yeah, I could see that. What the fuck were you doin’, touchin' him like that, huh?”
“It was just a hug, Buck. We haven’t seen each other in years.”
“He kissed you!”
“Yeah, on the top of my head. He's a friend."
“I can smell it all over you, you know. You want him, right? Don’t try an’ hide it. You ever fucked ‘im?”
The smell of the other vamp is all over her, and Bucky's hindbrain is going crazy, yelling its displeasure and stilling all other (more rational) thoughts in his head. He wants to claim his omega again and roughly show her who she belongs to. Him. She belongs to him!
“Are you serious right now?” she says.
“Did you fuck him?”
“No, I have never fucked him. And even if I did, why is it any of your business?"
“But you wanna fuck him, don’t ya? Don’t lie to me! You are mine, you hear me? Do you know how I feel whenever we go anywhere an’ I get to watch all the men in the room slobber over ya? D’you know how that makes me fuckin’ look? It makes me look like an alpha who can’t handle his omega! All these guys want you an’ you just let ‘em look an’ touch you!"
"What? What guys are you even talking about? When has that ever been something that happened?" she asks, feeling exhausted.
"Do you like the attention or somethin’?" Bucky continues, barrelling over her. "Is that it? You’re four hundred years old! How many people have you fucked before me?”
It isn't fair; it just isn't fair! Bucky sees the eyes that follow her everywhere she goes; sees the way she bewitches every creature, human or not, that she meets. She's transcendent and seductive in a way that shows her true age. All her long years alone have taught her to hone her craft. She can curl her lips into a confident smile and have fifty people fawning over her in a second. Bucky loathes it.
She stares, incredulous at what Bucky is saying.
“Lemme guess. You've fucked three hundred people? Five hundred? Huh? Tell me!”
“Bucky! Stop it!"
She cannot believe Bucky right now. She has no idea where any of this is coming from but it makes her upset. She lifts her arms and nudges him away from her so that she can collect her thoughts without feeling him growling in her face. He is way too close to her right now.
“HOW MANY?” Bucky roars, pressed up against his omega.
He can't help it, not really. His hindbrain is telling him to put his omega in her place. Bucky has a distinct feeling that he is pushing it, but he can't find it in himself to stop. She looks angry, though, her pretty face twisting up as she levels a red-eyed glare at Bucky.
“It is none of your business how many people I have had sex with,” she says. “It is my life. You do not own me or my body."
Bucky opens his mouth, unflinching, but she snaps her fangs at him.
“How dare you talk to me like this. You don’t know what my life was like before you, and it is none of your business to know that anyway!”
“Hell yes, it is! I’m your alpha! How do I know you ain't going out behind my back and whorin' yourself out to any guy who looks at ya nice? Huh?”
And there it is. Bucky was trying to hold it back, but it flies out of his mouth before he can rein himself in. He regrets saying it as soon as he says it and holds out his hands to her, but she steps further away. Bucky's tongue goes numb as her eyes grow cold and distant. He gnaws on the inside of his cheek, wishing he could take the words back.
“How dare you?” she mutters, and Bucky finds himself missing the yelling, “What gives you the right to treat me this way? I am not your lesser. Your Neanderthal hindbrain may think that, but I’m not. You cannot talk to me this way. I am not some kind of property that you have a claim over. I am not something that needs correcting."
“You’re my fuckin’ omega!” Bucky flares.
“Go straight to Hell,” she hisses before she takes off through the woods fast enough to where he can't follow.
Bucky starts after her, sticking his nose in the air to scent her. His anger continues to simmer in his blood, and he growls, urging her to get her ass back to him right the fuck now. He makes sure to share his anger through their bond as he treks through the dark forest after her, swearing under his breath all the while.
It is a few miles later when Bucky loses her scent entirely. He stops and sniffs the air hard, but he can't detect her. She’s gone, and what’s worse is that he cannot feel her through their bond. He freezes and yips, suddenly very nervous.
“’Mega!” Bucky calls, worried, his anger vanishing quickly.
No answer. No scent. No bond. How did she manage that?
“’Mega, where are you? Answer me, damn it!”
He tugs his phone from his pocket and dials her number. Bucky turns in a circle as he waits for her to pick up, trying to see if he can spot her anywhere. He gets her halting, awkward voicemail message that usually makes him smile, but this time, he curses instead.
“It’s me,” Bucky says. “Where the fuck are ya?”
She collapses in the derelict barn that she had stumbled across a few minutes ago and yanks out her phone. It had only been a few hours, but she sees a barrage of texts and voicemails from Bucky, ranging from anger to worry, to sadness, to fear, to an apology, and every other emotion in between.
“It’s me. Where the fuck are ya?”
“This ain’t funny. Pick up your damn phone!”
“What the fuck is your problem? Call me!”
“Look, I can’t find ya, an’ I’m nervous. You okay?”
“How the fuck did you cut off the bond? Are ya safe? Call me back.”
It goes on and on and on. How dare he treat her this way? She had told him time and time again that she was not his thing to own! She is her own person; she is not a piece of alpha wolf chattel. Why does mating with him automatically mean that Bucky gets to rule over every aspect of her life? He is a controlling prick at the worst of times. Jealous and horribly possessive, and sometimes, she hates his guts. She wishes she’d have killed him when she had the chance. (No, she doesn't.) But right now, she is one hundred percent done, mate or not. She does not ever want to see him again.
“Sunshine, I’m sorry, okay? Please, you got me worried sick over here. Wouldja pick up the damn phone?”
“Please don’t do this, honey. I’m so fuckin’ sorry. I was gonna surprise ya an’ take you out on a date. Please come back, huh?”
“I overreacted; I know it. It is none a’ my fuckin’ business who you slept with before me. Call me back.”
“Baby, I am really trying not to panic now, but it has been over eighteen hours, an’ I have no idea where you are! Please, please call me! I’m so sorry for all the shit I said. I’m a possessive fuck, an’ I shouldn’t be! I don’t own ya. I never want you to feel that way. I’m so fuckin’ sorry; will you please come back?”
She scoffs and stuffs her phone back in her pocket without responding to Bucky at all. He can fall off a cliff, for all she cares.
Her skin itches, making her glance down at her body and grunt in irritation. She’d worked off some of her anger by hunting, and she’d made a bit of a mess. The blood is drying on her skin and making her clothes stick to her, so she stands up and makes her way to the stream of water that she had found when she stumbled upon this old farmland.
She tugs her clothes off and sticks them into the water, scrubbing them clean as best as she can. Once they are as good as they can get, she sets them to dry on some rocks and steps into the water. It is warmer than her, and she sighs, her eyes fluttering as she floats. This is a good life. No wolf is breathing down her neck, not giving her an inch to move, and her head is quiet after what seems like years! No more bond! It is bliss. She briefly ponders whether or not she'd be able to escape to Europe without Bucky knowing. She would love to live somewhere she hadn't before. Perhaps she will go to Norway. Or even Denmark. She remembers loving Copenhagen the last time she visited.
Then she remembers that one thing about alpha werewolves (and Bucky specifically) is that they don't ever give up the chase, especially when their ‘prey’ is their omega. A splash breaks her from her reverie, and she stands up, looking wildly around until she spots a very familiar werewolf paddling out to her.
“You can’t swim!” she yells at it, waving her arms.
The wolf ignores her and continues swimming.
“Oh, for Gods' sake. Go away, Bucky!”
She gets out of the water and grabs her still wet clothes, tugging them on. Bucky whines, clear and loud from across the river, and she half-turns towards him, debating. He will either drown or make it over to her and continue treating her as his lesser. She doesn’t want the latter.
No, she thinks. Not this time.
Bucky cries out in pain when she begins to walk away, and the sound of splashing gets quicker. The little shit is frantically trying to make his way over to her, but even as a wolf, he can’t swim and the water is too deep.
“Go home, Bucky!”
"No,” he tells her firmly.
“You figured out how to get the bond back, huh?”
“You are going to drown, you absolute moron!”
There is a pause as Bucky struggles for a minute, trying to regain his footing in the water. She groans, exasperated.
“Sorry,” he thinks in a pitiful whimper.
“If you were sorry, you wouldn’t act this way. Jealousy is just low self-confidence in disguise. Are you that insecure in our relationship?” she asks.
He whines. “No.”
“I’m not yours to own, James. Possessiveness does not equal love.”
“Do you, though?”
“Yes!” Bucky says mournfully. “’Mega.”
“Then why are you like this all the time?”
Bucky has finally made it across the extensive body of water. He steps onto dry land, panting tiredly, and shakes himself off. He takes a few steps towards her, but she backs away. He stops immediately and looks ashamed. His tail swishes enticingly, but she ignores it.
“Insecure,” he says.
She breathes out, frustrated. “In our relationship?”
“Me,” admits Bucky.
“Why are you insecure?”
“Gods' sake,” she says. “Of what?”
“I’m right here. For now, anyway.”
Bucky whines again, plopping down on the ground and exhaling before he focuses on shifting back. It'll be much easier to communicate with his omega when he can speak to her. He clambers to his feet and rushes over, his hands itching to touch her.
“I’m still mad at you,” she tells him firmly.
That stops him in his tracks, and he looks down at his feet, embarrassed.
“I'm sorry,” Bucky says softly. “You’re right. I don’t own ya just because we mated an’ all a’ that. Possessiveness is ingrained in my hindbrain, but I know that that isn’t a good excuse. I am insecure and afraid that you’ll wanna leave me. Yer much too sweet an’ kind for a guy like me an’ there are so many others that would be better at this- be better at takin’ care a’ you than I. You seemed so close to that guy in the woods, an’ I thought he’d be better suited for you. I saw red. You deserve better'n me, baby doll, but that don't mean I’m ready to give you up without a fight. ‘Specially to another vamp.”
“Bucky, no. You have it all wrong. Erik is deeply in love with his boyfriend Charles. They’ve been together since the 1950s.”
“Oh,” Bucky says, his voice small. “I didn’t know. You sure looked cozy together.”
“He’s like my brother—an annoying older brother who wants to rid the world of the human scourge and let monsters rule. It's just nice to once in a while run into someone like yourself.”
“Oh. Yeah, 'spose that makes sense.”
"It's hard being surrounded by wolves all the time. None of you have any shared life experiences with me. Erik does, and it's nice to be reminded of that."
“’M sorry,” Bucky says, his voice even smaller. “Can you forgive me?”
“It is so hard when you act like my keeper, Buck. It’s exhausting. I can’t breathe half the time- in a manner of speaking.”
“I know I suffocate you. I dunno what else to say except I’m sorry. I’m so fuckin’ sorry, omega-mine," Bucky fidgets. "You know I’m shit with words. Can I show you how sorry I am? Please, baby? I really wanna."
Fretfully, he twists his hands together and rocks back and forth on his feet, unable to keep still. Bucky feels awful for saying the things he had said to his omega, knowing that she doesn’t fully understand the myriad of emotions that a wolf can feel when they see their mate in the arms of another. His hindbrain growls as the image of her embracing the other vamp flashes through Bucky’s mind. He pushes himself to relax.
“Bucky,” she says. “Why do you keep thinking about it if it makes you so mad?”
“I can’t help it,” he replies guiltily. “My hindbrain won’t let it go.”
“I don’t care about what your dumb ‘hindbrain’ is doing. Forget about it. Erik is a friend, for Gods' sake.”
“I'm sorry,” Bucky says, opening his arms. “Can I hold ya? Please?”
“What, eighteen hours ain’t enough time for you to get over it?”
“No, it isn’t. I'm still upset with you,” she replies. “I’m going for another swim.”
“I’ll be back in an hour.”
"Don't go plea- Shit."
Walking back over to the water, she busies herself by taking off her clothes. It isn’t remotely sexual in the least, but Bucky has a hard time keeping his mind off anything but claiming her again. She'd look so pretty with marks all up and down her body, and Bucky wishes he could leave her with a plethora of them. Teeth, fingerprints, whatever, as long as it was his mark, Bucky would be happy. But as it is now, she heals too fast. Maybe once he has gotten her to forgive him properly, she'll let him knot her. He hopes so.
Bucky takes a step closer to the edge of the water. He longs to cage his omega in the circle of his arms, never letting her go ever again. She gives him a scathing look that makes the alpha in him tuck its tail between its legs. Contritely, Bucky drops his gaze to his feet. When he looks up again, she's gone.
With no need to come up for air, she swims underneath the water until she knows that she is out of view of Bucky. She pushes herself deeper and sits on the riverbed. Fish skirt around her, tickling her, and she smiles, letting her arms float out to the sides and watching as the fish dart between her fingers. Her hair floats above, and she tilts her head back to look up at the sky from underneath the water. A strange smile spreads across her face as she wishes for a place that she hadn't thought of in decades. No matter how long she has been alive, the Earth doesn't change. Different faces and different machines emerge every year, but the Earth stays the same. She likes that. It gives her peace and unsettles her all at once. It is a strange mindset she’s had lately; it creeps up on her at random and makes her want to run for hours and hours or stay in bed all day. She has always been flighty, but it has gotten worse as of late.
Slowly, she floats to the top of the river and is pleased to see that she has made it to the shallower area where a small waterfall spills from above. She hums and goes to stand under it. It pours down her body, cleaning off the rest of the blood. The sky glitters down at her, making the water look inky and dark. She likes that too.
Unfortunately for her, Bucky is still stubborn, and she hears the frantic splashing even before seeing him. She groans, tipping her head back into the falls and letting the icy water fill up her open mouth. She noisily spits it out and slaps the waterfall. The splashing grows increasingly frantic, and she curses in her native tongue.
"Gods, Wolfy," she grumbles, going out to meet him.
She pops up right next to him, and Bucky startles, almost slipping underneath the water. His pupils are huge, and she can sense his fear.
“Hang on to me,” she tells him.
Big as he is, she is stronger than him, and with the water, it is like she isn’t carrying anything at all. Bucky curls himself around her back, and he quietly whimpers as though he is trying to make sure that she doesn’t hear it. She pets the back of his leg, trying to calm him.
“I’m going to start swimming,” she murmurs. “It’ll get deeper before it gets shallower. Just hang on, okay?”
“’Kay,” Bucky chokes.
As she starts to swim, she thinks of Bucky and why he has such trouble with water. When he was just a pup, he had a near-drowning experience in a public pool. The pool was only four feet deep, but Bucky was still relatively small and had slipped off a kickboard and under the water. At the time, he couldn’t swim nor float and had to be rescued by the lifeguard. The experience was very traumatizing to a young Bucky, so much so that he never bothered with swimming after that. He knows how to dog paddle, but that is the extent of his abilities. A flighty and upset omega makes his hindbrain whine in distress, though, so he follows her wherever she goes, even if it is into a river- and then that leads to her having to help him swim to safety.
Bucky shifts on her back, which allows him to bury his nose in her wet hair, and he does with a sigh of relief. He snuffles, still nervous, and she hums kindly. She tries to radiate waves of calm through their bond, although she isn't sure if she is doing it right.
They eventually stop near the waterfall, and Bucky slips off her back, shaking the water from his face and hair. He watches as his omega glides through the gentle current to stand under the waterfall. She tips her head back and lets the water spill down her body. Bucky swallows past a lump in his throat as he looks his fill. She is a wild beauty underneath the moonlight, nothing shielding her except the cascading water. Bucky has never felt luckier than he does when he gets to see her like this. He takes a step towards her. Her head straightens out, and she squeezes water from her hair. She sweeps it over one shoulder. Bucky licks his lips as they stare at each other. She lifts an eyebrow, a silent invitation, and Bucky wades through the river as fast as he can to get to her.
“Yer so fuckin’ pretty,” Bucky says, awed.
“You’re prettier, Buck,” she tells him shyly.
He shakes his head at her, stubborn to accept praise just as she is, and slips both of his arms around her neck. He pulls her into him. She bumps his chin, and Bucky startles; she smiles widely. Bucky grins too.
“I am sorry,” he whispers.
“I know,” she says before kissing him.
Bucky lets out a quiet sigh and deepens the kiss, twining his hands through her wet hair. His fingers are eager to touch her. They dance down the sides of her neck, sweep across her shoulders, and slip down her arms as the two slowly break apart for Bucky to breathe. He rubs his thumbs over the backs of her hands and leans forward to suck at the water droplets clinging to her shoulders. She murmurs his name, her hands going to his hair and tugging. Bucky’s mouth on her skin grows needier as he sucks at her skin. She tastes amazing and smells even better as he buries his face between her neck and shoulder.
Mewling, she strains to reach any part of him that she can, tracing his chest and stomach with icy fingers. Her hands briefly cup his hips before she wraps both of her hands firmly around his dick. She gently squeezes, and Bucky arches into her touch, ripping his mouth away from her skin as he pants.
“Gods, honey,” he says. “Be careful.”
She tugs his dick again, grinning.
“Hngh,” Bucky groans, going cross-eyed.
“You like that?” she asks him. “You’re so hard, baby.”
“You are drivin’ me crazy,” Bucky rasps, his grip on her tightening. “I wanna get my mouth on ya.”
His hands dropping to her bare ass, Bucky lifts her with a well-practiced grace, and she throws her legs around his hips, clinging onto him as they move through the water. Her hands never stop wandering over Bucky’s body. She digs her nails briefly into his shoulders, leaving her mark, before soothing them with her lips. A full-body shiver wracks Bucky, and he spanks her.
"You like that?" she asks.
“Behave,” he replies sternly.
She presses her sly smile into his skin and digs her nails into the meat of his shoulder again. Bucky sets her down on a rock, then pulls himself from the water, shaking himself off and making her squeal as she gets sprayed.
“You asked for it,” Bucky says.
“For what?” she asks like she doesn't know.
Bucky springs, grabbing her around the waist and rolling them until she is over him, sitting on his chest. She looks at him, momentarily disoriented, before a grin spreads across her face, and she kisses his chest. Her lips burn his skin icy cold, and Bucky trembles. He wipes his face off and slaps her ass.
“Get up ‘ere,” Bucky demands.
Climbing to her knees, she inches down his chest. She hovers over his mouth, and Bucky breathes her in. He starts to purr, feeling absolutely beside himself in delight.
“Y’smell so fuckin’ good, baby doll,” he says, turning his head to kiss her thigh. “This all for me?”
“Yes,” she says. “Of course it is.”
“So is my boner,” Bucky teases. “It's all for you.”
“I love ya too, darlin’,” says Bucky.
She smiles, though Bucky cannot see it. The giddy feeling in her chest has morphed into something else- something heavy and unyielding. It drags her down into Bucky’s heated skin, and she drowns in him as he tugs her onto his greedy mouth. He wraps his lips around her clit, sucking determinedly, and she curls her fingers into the muscles of his thick thighs. Bucky's tongue explores her slit, slipping inside her and lapping her up eagerly. She digs her nails into his thigh in retaliation, and he groans heavily. The vibration rattles through her core, and she starts rolling her hips, pressing herself to his mouth.
Bucky groans again as his vision starts to tunnel. Everything apart from the pretty vampire sitting atop him fades from his consciousness. Her scent is all he can smell. His hindbrain purrs with the knowledge that all he tastes is her slick; all he hears are her moans, all he knows is his omega and her pleasure, and he loves it. All that makes him suck harder, and he is rewarded with a wave of slick from her.
“Mm,” Bucky purrs.
His eyes close. She tastes so fucking good, and he feels like he is going to lose his mind. His hands squeeze her ass, urging her to move faster.
“Buck,” she warns.
“Mm, mm!” he moans eagerly.
When she moves off of his mouth, the whine that leaves Bucky’s mouth is nothing short of needy.
“Fuck, fuck, no,” he begs. “Come back, please.”
“I don’t want to crush your face,” she says.
“No, you won’t!” Bucky reassures too loudly. “Please, please, please come back. You taste so good, baby. I want it so bad, please.”
“Are you sure?” she asks.
He whimpers and nods, his fingers digging into each of her ass cheeks. His eyes are half-closed with desire, and he slumps in relief when she sits back down on his mouth. Much to his delight, he gets her to the precipice reasonably quickly as she lets out those sweet noises that mean she’s getting close to coming.
A sigh of his name is all the warning he gets. Bucky’s eyes roll back into his head as she comes. She tastes even better like this. After he pulls away, he rubs her back, preening as she tries to reorient herself back down to Earth. She stretches before tipping over into the grass. He coos at her and gathers her up into his arms.
“My poor little sun. Did I tire you out?" he asks, grinning.
"You wish," she retorts, poking his chest with one sharp nail.
"Yer so pretty when you come. I love watchin' ya."
She hums, nuzzling behind Bucky’s ear. He twines a few fingers around pieces of her hair and watches the wet strands slip through his fingers.
“Am I forgiven yet?” he asks her.
"Yeah, but only if you do it again."
That makes Bucky laugh, and she loves it when he does. She presses her fingers against his chest to feel the sound.
"You can sit for as long as you want. How's that sound?" Bucky asks.
"Promise?" she asks.
Bucky squeezes her.
"As long as you want," he promises.
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