Bucky X Peter Novels & Stories

And then I see the others. Professional hockey players. I recognize their faces from games I've watched, interviews I've read. They're just... standing there. What the hell is happening? One of them calls out. "Julian Hayes?" I freeze. "Uh. Yeah?" "Heard you're pretty good. Want to skate with us?" My brain short-circuits. I look back at Bryson, who's standing there with the proudest, most excited smile I've ever seen on his face. "What is this?" I whisper.

I stand and he shakes my hand and I leave. --- I text Vera from the car. *Paulson is thinking. Garrett is a yes. Come to the rink tonight — there's a side entrance on the east end, I'll leave it unlocked. Nine o'clock.* She replies in under a minute. *Why the rink.* *Because it's not the house and we need to talk without cameras.* A pause. *Richard has cameras?* *Front door, back garden, driveway. No interior. But the garden is covered.*

It wasn’t Jacob. The wolf closed in easily. I stopped the horse, knowing escape was impossible. Better to die with my family than hide in cowardice. Jina and Kate moved to protect me when they saw the wolf. They growled at the beta, and he snarled back before shifting into his human form. “Don’t fight. Come with me—it’s what’s best for all of you,” he warned. “No! Go back to your kingdom!” I yelled. He chuckled. The man was middle-aged with a long scar across his face.

When I reminded him of how I’d managed to take Jacob down and handcuff him while Max lay unconscious and admitted to having been administered an antidote that Peter brought from Africa that would protect me from getting infected, he relaxed and actually agreed that it would strengthen our team to have me play an active role. He’d been gone about fifteen minutes when Peter came home. He looked long in the face and acted very preoccupied. “What’s the matter?” I asked as he came out to the patio with two beers and hand and handed one to me. “Nothing for you to worry about, my love,” he said as he put his bottle of beer to his lips and took a long drink. It was impossible for me not to notice t

Peter was completely confused. He blinked his big eyes and stared at him. “Sir, what do you mean? I... don’t understand at all.” "You really wasted that big foreign brain of yours!" Xavier suddenly sat up and looked at Peter strangely. "Don’t you want me to be strong and healthy, without a single problem?" "Of course I do!" "Then if you help me with a small favor, I’ll instantly be bouncing off the walls. Are you willing to help?!"

Out of nowhere, Peter’s voice broke through the chatter, lazy yet commanding, “I stayed sober. I’ll transport you both.” Dustin blinked, momentarily taken aback. “You didn’t drink? Then who was clinking glasses with me for the last hour? Peter, no offense, but I don’t care if you’re the High Alpha—ignoring the Council’s safety laws is a no-go.” “I was drinking mountain spring water,” Peter interjected smoothly, a hint of amusement in his tone. “My glass has contained nothing but water this entire time. You simply assumed I was indulging because you were.”

Harry chimed in with a tease, “Yeah, someone must be feeling guilty and letting their imagination run wild.” Peter looked at us with exasperation, “You two can stop pretending. I know exactly what you’re thinking.” I squinted my eyes and continued to tease him, “You dare to say you let him go without doing anything?” Peter flashed a smirk, “I did something before letting him go.” Harry’s interest was piqued, and he pressed on, “What did you do?” Peter's smile grew wider, and he said with an air of mystery, “Do we need to be so specific? What do you think two men could do?”

Zayne and Kendrick were walking through a garden, heading toward the pharmacy. Once they obtained the medicine, Kendrick took the prescription, and they headed back. As they passed through the garden, they accidentally bumped into someone. Both parties halted simultaneously, silently watching each other. After a brief pause, Peter spoke slowly, noticing the medicine in Kendrick's hand. "You're sick?" "No, this is for the household. How are you? Doing well?" Kendrick asked. Peter had a heart condition. Not many knew of it since he had always kept himself healthy. However, recently, it seems Peter's health was deteriorating as his condition worsened.

I was right. Dust flew into the air as three horses gallop in our direction. The sound of their feet as it hits the ground and the dusty surrounding gives drama to the scene. The faces of the three people were revealed upon coming out of the dusty part. "Are we late?" Peter joked like he's just been late for a party. "Asshole," Hunter smirked. Peter dismounted from the horse and bowed at King Suxx. "My King," he greeted. "Peter." King Suxx recognized him with a nod while still sword fighting with King Hydrae.

After several tense seconds, they finally pressed delete at the exact same time. “Give me your phone,” Winston demanded. “I want to make sure it’s gone.” Peter stretched his hand out immediately. “Same here.” Without hesitation, they exchanged phones. I stood nearby anxiously, my eyes darting nervously between both men while silence swallowed the room again. Several moments later, Peter handed Winston’s phone back to him. But instead of ending there, Winston suddenly burst into laughter.