Illusion of Warmth
pairing: dark!steve rogers x reader summary: Frozen in the wintry streets of new york, she thinks maybe she’s found someone she can trust. She just doesn’t know how wrong she is. warnings; non con/dub con, kidnapping, being kept captive, stockholm syndrome, manipulation, breeding,
A/N I don’t think it has to be said but I don’t condone the actions portrayed in this work of fiction. Writing is an outlet for me, and I don’t think I really have to offer any other explanation other than that. I was going to post this in two parts, but decided not to. I couldn’t find a decent half way point in order to break it up into two parts so decided WELL fuck it. I really hope you enjoy this, I’ve worked very hard, and I would really love some feedback. divider & title are by stargazingfangirl18
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The winter winds inspired jack frost to bite at her nose callously, his iced venom crept through her veins in the form of glaciers that, unexpectedly, the warmth of bittersweet memories couldn’t thaw. Her form was obscured alongside the viridescent dumpster, hoping to avoid the inevitable chaffing of her skin due to the gale force winds. The flimsy jacket pulled as firm around her shuddering torso as it would go. Flinching when she felt something wet brush against her barely visible cheek, flitting her weary eyes upwards the darkened sky began to deliver hundreds of fluttering snowflakes on to the realm. The countless cherished memories fused to such inclement conditions were always welcoming, filled with the warmth accompanied by holidays and family.
Nevertheless, those joyful days were long gone. She drew breath alone now, and had for over a year as she lived in the neighborhoods that were once housed by the richest of the rich but even they were empty now too. Ever present loneliness became too hard to ignore when pastimes she had once enjoyed were ripped from her still grieving hands. After the ashing, there had been a world of anguish unleashed upon the world that she’d never anticipated. With it came the loss of family and friends, but more importantly; she’d lost herself. Her career that she had worked herself to the bone for; useless. The social life, she’d created out of nothing when she’d moved to New York alone, gone. So, she collapsed against the frigid dumpster with her less than insulating jacket wrapped around her shivering form - pleading for a sign.
Less people. Less of everything. With that came an abundance of fear, poverty, anger – too many bad things to crowd the good, but not enough good things could even dream to outweigh the bad. The scuffing of footsteps on the pavement didn’t make her eyes lift, the glacial venom still seeping through her veins - she didn’t want anymore to seep past what little barrier she’d created. A soft voice was muffled by the wind, suddenly soft warmth surrounded her in almost a painful way but she couldn’t bring herself to fight it; instead she chose to bury her face into it.