Working on a Bucky Barnes (Marvel) and Greg Lestrade (BBC Sherlock) ficlet and I don’t even care that not a lot of people will ever read it when it’s finished.
It’s just too much fun writing for this pairing and in my mind they work and for now that’s the most important. Having fun writing. This fic started because of a prompt I saw on @soprompt. I have to say their prompts give me inspiration a lot of times, so keep up the good work! You are so helpful! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“I’m here for whatever you need.” Greg whispered, hesitating for only a second before placing his hand on Bucky’s metal arm. It always surprised him, how warm it felt. Warm and welcoming. Greg swallowed when Bucky’s stormy eyes met his but he kept his hand right there. He needed Bucky to know that he wasn’t afraid of him. Even now, after he’d woken up screaming with a haunted look in his eyes that had broken Greg’s heart.
There had been a moment when the Soldier had stared back at him, just as haunted and lost. At that moment it had been the Soldier reaching out a shaky hand and Greg had stepped forward and taken it.
“You don’t know what you’re offering.” Bucky grunted out and Greg could have sown he heard a hint of the Soldier’s accent. These days it seemed to happen more and more and Greg knew Steve wasn’t happy about it. It was the reason Bucky was here tonight after all. Another argument with Steve.
“He just doesn’t listen, Greg! Everything I say, it goes in one ear and out the next in an instant. I just- I can’t take it anymore. Not- not tonight. Can I stay here? Please?”
No one could resist a request like that, especially not with Bucky's stormy eyes pleading with him. Maybe he would regret it in the morning, when Steve banged on his front door but that was a problem for later. Right now Bucky needed him and Greg wasn’t going anywhere. Even when the look in Bucky’s eyes send Greg’s butterflies into chaos. He’d always had a little crush on Bucky, right from the very beginning and you couldn’t exactly blame Greg for that. Bucky was just his type and then there was the added bonus that, not only did Bucky look like Greek God with a metal arm, but he was also kind, funny, and surprisingly shy.
Not at all like the history books had mentioned and Greg had fallen fast and hard. The glimmers of the Soldier resurfacing didn’t do much to stop Greg from falling.
Tonight he'd seen another side of the Soldier and his heart ached for the both of them.
“I. I do.” Greg replied, biting his lower lip, seeing the hints of Soldier glimmering on the surface. Something about the color of Bucky’s eyes, the way he held himself, the smoothing out of his features. That electricity around Bucky, the dangerous edge in the air between them. Greg had felt it a few times but this was the first time he’d acted on it, had acknowledged it and Greg could see Bucky’s struggling with all of it.
“He’s dangerous, Bucky. We need to figure out how to control him so he doesn’t hurt people.”
“He’s me, Steve! Don’t you understand? He’s a part of me. I can’t just shut him down. He’s there constantly.”
