Bucky Barnes One-Shot Collections (18+)

A Memory -Dark!Lord!Bucky Barnes X Widow!Reader

Warnings: DARK(NON/DUB-CON, manipulation, possessiveness, jealousy), SMUT(fingering, PIV, lill choking, lill breeding kink, rough sex), angst, talk of death,

You smiled as the sound of the notes played by the many instruments invaded your ears. It had been so long since your last ball and you had missed it terribly, but with the enormous loss you had lived through with the passing of your husband, you hadn't had any time or will to attend one.

It had been so sudden. One bright morning he was all well, going about his day, kissing you, loving you like the doting husband and lord he was, and the next, he was so sick he could barely get up the bed.

Steve and you had lived two blissful years together before the tragedy. You still regret to this day not having kids with him, because now, you barely had anything to really remember him by. The man had no painting of himself, no memories but the object he left in your possession. Each day now, little by the little, you feel bad for slowly forgetting him. You barely remember how his voice sounded, all the traits on his face, every little detail of him.

Slowly but surely, he was becoming a blur image in your mind.

A memory.

That brought you much sadness into your heart. Which is why you decided to attend the ball tonight and maybe see some of your friends once again and just socialize and, maybe, soothe that sadness which had invaded your broken heart.

"We have arrived at Lord Barnes' demeure, miss." The coachman said as he stopped the horse. The music was now so loud and so beautiful you couldn't help but smile. The door of the coach opened and you stepped down with the help of Anthony, said coachman.

"Thank you, Anthony."

The man nodded. "It is always a pleasure." And got back into the carriage.

Lord Barnes' house. You haven't been here for so long that you had forgotten how big and beautiful it was with all the windows and the sculpture that harbored the wonderful architecture. As soon as you stepped inside, you were beaming with joy. Every woman was wearing such beautiful gowns, men in their usual overalls and the dancing... You had missed it all oh so terribly.

"Well I must be dreaming." You gasped and turned around at the sound of his voice.

"Sam!" He let out a small laugh at your excitement of seeing him. "It has been far too!" Sam had been a very good friend to your late husband and had quickly become a friend of yours too. If it hadn't been for him, you were sure you would still be in a pit of despair over your loss.

You smiled and couldn't help but look him up and down. He was wearing a deep red tuxedo with a black shirt. "You look really dashing tonight, Sam."

"So do you, dear. Is that a new gown?" He said, referring to your blue and black dress. A sign to you were still overcoming the tragedy.

You nodded. "I'm surprised you noticed, but, yes it is. It's my first time going public since. Have to make..." You gasped when you saw what he had in his hand. "Is that a ring?" You grasped his hand and looked at the gold band. "Did you finally ask Sharon?"

He nodded and you wanted to scream like a little girl. You had wanted the two to settle down for so long. "Where is she? By the Gods, I have to felicite her and..."

Sam was full on belly laughing at your excitement. He had missed you all too much. "Calm down, dear. She's there." He pointed to the dance floor, where his beautiful wife was dancing with Lord barnes.

"Is that James?" You couldn't help but ask when your eyes finally landed on Sharon. Sam hummed in approval.

The man had changed so much. Ever since your marriage to Steve you had only seen glance of the man that used to be a constant in your life. You had met James before Steve and had quickly become friends. You would almost daily see each other, help each other with suitors or unwanted suitors. He was there for you as much as you were for him. You also had developed feelings for the man, but that all changed when you married Steve, his brother.