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Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: So I have to close the tag list for this! Tumblr is stupid and wont let me tag anymore of you. Sorry! Also, were getting to the really good stuff now! I’m hoping for another update or two tonight.

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My eyes fluttered open, the golden rays of the upcoming sunrise painted the room and I slowly sat up to take in my surroundings. I was back in my room, suitcases and clothes still scattered throughout, but what made my heart drop was that I was alone, Bucky nowhere in sight.

“Bucky?” I called out.

His voice didn’t call back.

I gave a quick glance to my phone and noticed that I had been out for a few hours. The constant revelation of truths tonight had done a number on my mental capacity and whether I wanted to admit it or not, I needed to sleep it off. Even if I felt slightly better about the situation, I still wasn’t happy about how Bucky had to deal with the whole Jason situation. But in the end, I wasn’t going to change the outcome of what happened.

With a soft sigh, I decided that I should let him know that I was awake and feeling better, mostly. I made my way towards the one place in the house I knew that Bucky would be.

His office.

As I made the turn down the long hallway, I noticed Sam was leaning against the wall with his phone pressed to his ear. He had been so engrossed in his phone call that he hadn’t realized I had walked up behind him.

“They’re in there with him right now, it’s not pretty but we have to get somewhere.”

My brows knitted together as I halted in front of Sam who quickly ended his call when his eyes landed on me.

“Is Bucky busy?” I nodded towards the closed office door behind him.

“Yeah, I’ll let him know you stopped by,” Sam said.

I snorted. “What are you, his receptionist?”

“He’s in a meeting.”

“I heard. I guess it doesn't look pretty in there?” I questioned.

I was unsure what kind of meeting Bucky would have at the early hours of the morning and I made that clear to Sam.

He sighed. “Y/N, you can’t go in there.”

“Why not?” I had my arms crossed over my chest.

A bellow of screams came from behind the door and I tried to move past Sam but he blocked my path.

“I can’t let you in, Y/N.”

More screams sounded and I looked at Sam baffled. “What is Bucky doing in there?”

Sam shook his head with hesitation. “It’s not Bucky that’s screaming.”

“Sam, I swear to God, if you don’t tell me what the hell is going on. I'm so tired of being left out in the dark with everything. Please.”

He ran a hand over his face and let out a large breath. “There’s a lead in your parents' case.”

My heart jumped at not only hearing news of a lead in my parents’ case but also because of the way that Bucky and Steve were finding out more information. Sam didn’t have to tell me exactly how they were doing it, the screams that echoed told me.

Not bothering to hear Sam’s protests, I pushed past him and barreled into the office. The door had slammed against the wall. My eyes doubled in size with the sight in front of me.

Bucky and Steve had their backs to me but that didn’t stop me from seeing the blood on their knuckles and the array of knives on the desk. However, what made my stomach drop was seeing the man tied to a chair, blood pooling from a variety of cuts on his face, arms, and thighs. There was a puddle of blood forming at the man's feet.

“What the fuck is going on?” I gasped.

The two men turned on their heels when they heard my voice and Bucky cursed as he wiped the blood on a towel.

“What the hell, Y/N! Didn’t you see the closed door?” He seethed while blocking my view.

I ignored him, only pointing to the man in the chair. “What the hell are you doing?”

Bucky was now gripping my elbow to force me out but I ripped it from his grasp.

“NO! I’m done being the girl stuck in her room with the wool over her eyes as to what’s going on.” I fought against him.

“Y/N, leave. Now.” Bucky’s voice was calm but firm.

I shook my head and pushed past him, now standing close to the tied man. Beneath the blood and bruises that were forming, I could tell that he was younger than me, just a kid.

My blood began to boil as I looked back at Bucky. “He’s just a kid, guys!”

“Y/N, you need to listen to Bucky and leave. You shouldn’t be here for this.”

Steve was the next to try to get me to leave but I pushed his hand off of me.

“Screw you, guys! He knows something about my parents' case, right?” I asked.

It was Steve who gave me the answer I was looking for. “Yes but he’s not giving it up willingly.”

A gargled cough sounds behind me. “Oh shit. It was your parents that got wacked?”

Anger flashed over my eyes as I went to smack him, only to be held back by Steve.

“Let me go!” I did my best to break free from his grasp but failed.

That damn serum.

“I deserve to be here if it involves my parents!” I pleaded while looking between Steve and Bucky.

With a quick lick of his lips, Bucky eventually nodded. “You only ask questions, understand?”

I didn’t bother wasting my breath on him and turned my attention back to the man in the chair.

“Who killed my parents?”

The man chuckled but remained silent which seemed to anger Bucky, who grabbed a knife off of his desk. It twirled between his vibranium fingers.

“She asked you a question,” Bucky said.

Seeing the way Bucky had flipped the knife so effortlessly in his hand made my core twitch with a new, confusing desire.

I stared at it with a tilted head.

Oh…oh.

That’s why I felt this burning below. I had found myself becoming turned on by seeing Bucky play with the knife.

I pushed the feeling to the back of mind, knowing now wasn’t the time to explore this new kink.

“This is your bride?” The man said before looking at me. “Damn baby, why are you wasting your time with this freak? I’ll show you what a real man is like.”

Bucky’s boot landed into the man’s chest, knocking him to the ground, and pressed the knife deep into his neck.

“You’re lucky I need you alive for answers otherwise I’d kill you right now for even looking at her,” Bucky spat, drawing blood from a new wound on the neck.

I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from protesting Bucky’s actions.

Once the chair was placed up properly, I knelt down in front of the man again.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Let me guess, you’re the good cop?”

I shrugged. “Someone has to be.”

He looked at the two men that towered behind me and sighed. “Daryl.”

I gave him a small smile. “Okay, Daryl. I’m only going to ask you one more time. Who killed my parents?”

“Screw you.”

Skin on skin echoed throughout the room only it came from my hand as I slapped Darly, hard.

He spat blood on the ground, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Damn, that’s all you got?”

This time, I punched the same cheek I had previously slapped.

“Y/N!”

I ignored Bucky and kept my attention on Daryl. “Who killed my parents?”

My patience had begun to grow thin, I needed answers now and I didn’t care what I had to do in order to get them.

“I’m not fucking around. Who killed them?!”

He looked up at me with a sinister smirk under all of the blood. “Why don’t you ask your husband? I’m sure he’s got a list of people that want revenge.”

My hand reeled back, ready to land another blow, but vibranium fingers wrapped around my wrist and yanked me away from Daryl. I burned a gaze full of hatred towards Bucky as he pinned me against the wall.

“I said talking only,” he reminded me through gritted teeth.

“Look at him, Bucky! Clearly you two gave up talking to him a long time ago.”

Bucky nodded. “For you! This is all for you, Y/N. I can’t have you come in here still upset with me for what happened to Jason and risk making this guy clam up.”

A dry laugh fell from my lips. “You think that’s why I’m so heated? I don’t care anymore. You killed someone. I’m not happy with it but I can’t change that for you. It’s who you are and I have to live with it.”

There was a sadness that glossed over Bucky’s eyes and he sighed deeply. “I don't want you to stoop to my level. You’re too good for this, doll.”

“It’s my parents, Bucky,” I shrugged. “I have too.”

A soft finger raised my chin up, closer to Bucky’s lips, and I molded into him as he placed a gentle kiss on mine. All of the anger I had felt slipped through my fingertips, only for a moment, as I allowed him to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear.

“How sweet. You want to know what your parents said before a bullet was put into their brains?”

Bucky’s head snapped towards Daryl. “Keep your fucking mouth shut.”

I pushed past Bucky and reached for a knife on the desk. “What did you say?”

Daryl chuckled darkly. “They begged for your life to be spared. They knew that we would come after you next, unless they gave us what we were looking for.”

His screams filled our ears as I dug the knife deep into an open wound in his stomach, twisting and turning it.

“What did you want?” I asked.

No answer so I dug the knife deeper, more blood pooling over my hand. Daryl’s head hung low, another dark chuckle erupted from his throat. My fingers snaked through his hair and yanked his head back.

“What were you looking for?!” I yelled.

The knife dug even deeper which caused Daryl to hiss in pain but that didn’t stop him from spitting a large amount of blood into my face.

“That’s enough! Steve, get her out of here,” Bucky’s loud voice demanded.

The knife clattered to the hard floor below as arms wrapped around me from behind, lifting me away from Daryl. I kicked and writhed against Steve’s grasp, a slew of curses falling from my lips and being taken away.

“He knows! He knows who killed them!”

Steve continued to carry me until we were in the main entry of the house and once my feet touched the ground, I did my best to run past him but he was two seconds too fast. I ran right into his hard chest.

“Steve, please,” I begged, tears filling my eyes.

He gave me a sad look. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t let you in there.”

My shoulders slumped, defeated. “But he knows.”

Steve cupped my face with both of his hands, forcing me to look into his eyes.

“Bucky and I will find that out but you need to go take a shower. Get cleaned up and take a breath. You only woke up a while ago from passing out. We don’t need that to happen again.”

Truthfully, I knew Steve was right. My body had been so stressed out with everything the last couple weeks that I hadn’t had time to simply sit and decompress; take a breath.

“Will you fill me in on what you find out?” I asked.

He nodded. “Of course.”

With one final sigh, I slipped through his gentle hands and climbed the stairs towards my bedroom.

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kryptid-writes · 10 months

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Chapter 13 - Revelations

As Y/N grows closer to Lucifer, he reveals what the hands of fate have in store.

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The heavy rain pounds against the colorful windows, the peaceful sound fills the otherwise silent room, occasionally interrupted by the deafening clap of thunder. The droplets of water race down the colorful depictions of the fall and rise of Lucifer, displayed in the stained glass windows, giving it an almost theatrical effect.

I stare out one of the few clear panes of glass, cozied in a comfy chair I had dragged into place. The view of the towering pine trees outside is distorted by the downpour and thick fog looming around. The sun is nowhere to be seen, the world only illuminated by the occasional flash of lightning.

Sighing, I turn my attention back to the task at hand, rereading my favorite cheesy romance novel for the 14th time, never growing tired of it. I lose myself in the story of a girl from the city running into a creature of the night. She starts out frightened of the vampire, scared of what she’s capable of, but learns to see through her tough shell and love the woman beneath the fangs and mystery. I hum quietly, chewing on a strand of hair as I meticulously scan every word on the page, despite having them memorized already.

“I’m so booored,” Lucifer whines, stepping out of the shadows and leaning over the tall satin chair I reside in.

“And what would you like me to do about that?” I keep my eyes fixed on the book, not sparing him even a passing glance, but I can still feel him pouting behind me.

“Let’s go do something,” he suggests, leaning down to wrap his arms around my chest.

“Like what?” I gaze at him from the corner of my eye.

He gestures out the window, wordlessly planting the idea of going outside.

“It’s raining Luce.” I put my book down to look at him, giving him the attention he so badly craves.

“You say that like it's a problem.” He grins, holding me even tighter.

Without a moment to think, the world spins once again and I find myself in a completely different location. I grab onto his arms to hold myself up, my knees ready to buckle under my weight at any second. I keep my eyes scrunched closed until the dizziness wears off and the world feels stable.

“You have to stop doing that!” I growl, shoving him with annoyance, but he doesn’t even budge. Fully preparing myself for the torrential downpour of rain, I instinctively fold my wings over my head to provide what little shelter I can, but nothing comes.

He rolls his eyes, then looks at me eagerly like he’s waiting for my reaction.

The sound of birds chirping draws my attention and I lower my wings to take in my surroundings. I find myself in a stunning garden that goes on as far as the eye can see, unlike anything I've ever experienced. The world is painted vibrant shades of greens, blues and pinks, the color so intense that it feels like I'm looking through an enhanced filter. The sky, a pale blue with dozens of fluffy clouds and a shining rainbow.

The grass is perfectly manicured with little drops of dew from the rain clinging to each blade. Little bee’s buzz in harmony, hard at work pollinating each wildflower sprung from the ground.

A little stream runs down the hills, twisting and winding for miles. The water is so clear that you can see each tumbled rock fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. The sound of water rapidly flowing fills the air and perched on mossy rocks along the bank are little green and brown frogs, lounging without a care in the world.

Hundreds of cherry blossoms fill the orchard in full bloom, the fragrant aroma taking over my senses. But in the middle of it all is one tree that looms taller than the rest. It's old, dating back at least a century. The branches twist and turn, similar to the body of a snake. And hanging from the lowest branch is one bright, shiny red apple.

“Where the fuck am I?” I ask, feeling a sense of confusion and wonder.

“It’s a garden I made for you.”

I slowly spin on my heels, admiring the beauty around me. He’s thoughtfully selected all of my favorite flowers, each one bringing back a distinct, pleasant memory. It takes my breath away.

He nervously rubs the back of his neck, suddenly feeling self conscious. “Maybe it’s a bit mu-”

“No!” I interrupt him, “It’s beautiful.” I smile.

“I’m glad you like it,” he says, his doubt melting away in a matter of seconds, replaced by pride. His wings perk up and a satisfied grin tugs at his lips. “Come,” he grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers and pulling me along.

The soft grass squishes beneath my boots as I follow close behind, a soft breeze flows through my hair.

He stops us at the apple tree that stands next to the creek, and sitting in its shade is a checkered red blanket, and a woven picnic basket. It’s like a scene out of a fairy tale.

“A picnic?” I raise my brow skeptically. I never imagined Lucifer to be the picnicking type.

He sits down on the blanket and pats it twice, gesturing for me to sit by his side.

I perch down next to him, tucking my wings behind my back and our knees touch ever so slightly. Just that one innocent little touch feels so intimate.

He pulls out two fancy crystal glasses, dipping them into the creek by our side and filling them with the clear water.

“Creek water? I think I'll pass,” I scoff.

He looks at me amused, like he knows something I don’t. With a snap of his fingers, the water turns into a rich amber color I could recognise anywhere. He hands me the glass with a pleased smirk.

“Cool party trick.” I admire the glass in amazement. “Taking notes from The Bible, are we?” I tease.

“Please,” he scoffs. “That dickwad learned it from me.”

I chuckle at the thought. I take a sip and my eyes light up as the familiar taste of Jack Daniels Whiskey burns my throat. “Mmm… You remembered,” I smile.

“I always do.” He wraps his wing around my shoulders.

“Lucifer?” I ask, nervously toying with his mesmerizing flight feathers.

“Hm?”

“Why am I here? I mean, why me? What makes me so special?” I scooch closer, patiently waiting for his answer.

“Because.” He effortlessly pulls me into his lap, wrapping his broad arms around me, “You’re my soulmate.”

“What?” My eyes widen and snap up to meet his.

“You were made for me Y/N,” he coos, holding my chin in his hand. His eyes lovingly gaze into mine. “A gift from my dad, a little peace offering of sorts.”

“That’s not possible…” I shake my head, unable to process the information being thrown at me. My hands shake, a myriad of thoughts and emotions bouncing around my brain.

“You feel the connection between us, the force that pulls us together, even when we're apart. The way our lives have always led to this moment.” He places a soft kiss on my cheek.

I sit in silence, stunned.

“You know it to be true,” he whispers in my ear.

“I don’t understand,” I murmur.

“Why do you think you dream of me every night? We’re bonded together, our fates intertwined for the rest of time.” He caresses my cheek ever so slightly.

“Luce…” my voice quivers.

“You feel that?” He asks, pulling me into his chest and I can feel the buzz of electricity stronger than ever.

“There’s a reason I shared my grace with you,” his cold tingly grace intertwines with mine that burns hot, creating a pleasant mix of sensations.

I stare up at him, too shocked to even blink. I’m finally getting the answers I so desperately craved, but nothing could have prepared me for this.

“Human lives are so fleeting and the thought of being without you ever again kills me,” his voice breaks, emotions getting the best of him.

“We’re destined to be together,” he pauses, “forever.”

The words play over in my head countless times, struggling to form some kind of response.

Images of my time with Dean flash across my mind, the way he held me when I needed him the most, the nights he slept by my side and held me dear, and the yearning I feel whenever I think of him. I can’t stop the feeling of guilt that burns in my stomach, like I’m betraying him, despite never even discussing any sort of relationship. I have feelings for Dean, that I'm certain of. But I can’t deny the chemistry I feel with Lucifer, the way every moment together feels so natural.

“This is a lot to take in Luce.” I rest my head against his shoulder, feeling conflicted and overwhelmed.

“I know love.” He places a kiss on the top of my head. “Take your time, we have an eternity awaiting us.”

I nod my head and take a long swig of whiskey until the glass is nearly empty. The alcohol always did help me think. We sit in comfortable silence for what must’ve been hours. I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the birds chirping and water flowing, my breathing becoming steadier. The warmth of the sun shines on my face, lulling me into a sense of relaxation. I mindlessly curl up in his lap and snuggle into his chest as the peaceful hands of sleep pull me close. The last thing I can remember is the feeling of his large silky wings wrapping around us providing me a sense of safety. And just like that, I drift off into peaceful dreams.

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