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thedamageofherdays · 2 years

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Welcome to this week's reading log! I am on a semi-hiatus so I haven't been on Tumblr as much the last couple of days but I did read some amazing fics and wanted to share them with you all 💗

🌻 marks a favourite, 🔒 marks a fic that is only available to ao3 users, 🍀 marks a fic that is only available on Tumblr.

Ace Outside The Hole by attackofthezee (noxlunate) [Stucky, 4,1k words, Teen]

“I don’t usually do this,” Steve says, leaning up to look at Bucky over the top of the table.

“You mean scrambling around on your floor looking for your tinder hookups body jewelry isn’t your normal Friday night routine?”

“No- I mean, I don’t normally do that either, but I don’t normally do this,” He says, waving a hand sort of vaguely between himself and Bucky, “and I’m sure everyone says they don’t, but I really, really, don’t.”

It feels like an understatement, though it’s better than telling someone he’s had sex approximately 1 ½ times in the past 5 years because there’s been nobody he really wanted to do that with.

In which Steve decides a tinder hookup is a great distraction, discovers that it's not, and still ends up getting something pretty damn good out of it.

Bucky’s Blooms by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle) @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 1,1k words, Teen]

Bucky Barnes is the proud owner of Bucky’s Blooms, a quaint little flower shop on an out of the way street in Brooklyn. When a tall, blonde, gorgeous patron stumbles into his shop, Bucky gets heart eyes.

🌻 Stripped Bare by papesdontsellthemselves @turtle-steverogers [Stucky, 4,9k words, Explicit]

“Perfect.” Bucky smiles, leaning down slightly to look at him through the camera lens. “Stay just… like… that…'' He snaps a few pictures of Steve in that position, watching the tightness of his eyes slowly abate as he seems to relax into the moment. “Good… that’s real good.” The praise comes naturally, and Bucky snaps a few more shots. “Great. Now go ahead and lean back onto your elbow-- yup, like that.”

Steve’s a damn natural, that much is clear. He moves easily for the camera despite his nerves, and his body is so easily captured in its fluidness. The bashfulness is charming, and Bucky thinks the blush he’s sporting adds something extra to the photos without any enhancing needed. It’s like nailing down a muse-- beautiful and fleeting and so hard to find.

When Bucky Barnes meets his model for the day, things go from good to great.

🌻 time on my hands (could be time spent with you) by thedoubteriswise [Stucky, 23k words, Mature]

"You doing okay, kid?”

Steve releases a breath, deciding how honest he wants to be. No point in lying. No point in telling the truth, either. "Glad to see you."

"That’s not what I asked, but same to you, punk."

Bucky Barnes and the Terrible Horrible No Good... Oops that Stealing But You Get It by Kellyscams [Stucky, 2,1k words, Mature]

Bucky's had a bad day. A really terrible horrible day and he doesn't wanna talk about it and he's set on hating the world forever and never being happy again. Until his husband comes home. And then everything changes.

🌻 The Poison Devotion in Me by dontcallmebree @iamthe-wo-manwhocan (art by kocuria-visuals (kocuria) @kocuria) [Stucky, 3,3k words, Mature]

There’s a picture of Steve Rogers from when he was small, 14-years-old and smiling a grin of bloody teeth. That smile, cracked lips and bloody tongue licking at the split skin, jaw dark and swollen, was not the righteousness they thought it was.

It was righteous, sure, but full of anger. It was wrath—a promise.

A prophecy. Alongside his lover Bucky Barnes, Steve takes what’s owed to them both: Their pound of flesh.

let it snow (being here with you is delightful) by jesm [Stucky, 1,7k words, Mature]

Thanksgiving 1938, a big snow storm hits NY but Steve and Bucky don't mind at all.

A Marriage of Convenience by darth_stitch [Stucky, 1,3k words, Teen]

There they were, Mr. and Mr. Barnes-Rogers and this was totally just a convenient thing. The fact that Bucky had been dreaming about marrying Steve even before it was LEGAL had nothing to do with it. At all.

and i'm so willing to care for you by rooonil_waazlib [Stucky, 12,9k words, Teen]

“Um,” Steve says, and Bucky looks back at him, a cat perched on each shoulder, a third one climbing up his jeans. “Do your roommates mind the cats? Is that—is that the problem?”

“What?” Both of Bucky’s hands are occupied with helping the kitten climbing him. Another cat has detached from the group and is standing in front of Steve, looking up at him. He looks down at it. It’s a light orangey-yellow, and it has no tail. “No, Steve—these are my roommates.”

Or, wherein Bucky owns a lot of cats.

this crazy love by rooonil_waazlib [Stucky, 3,6k words, Explicit]

“How was it?” Bucky asks.

Steve shrugs, reaching up to scritch at Cat Steve’s ears. She tips her head into it and purrs. “It’s good to be home,” he says, and breathes in, enjoying the smell of their bedroom.

Instead what he gets is a faceful of the scent of Bucky’s exertion; only now does he notice that Bucky is dressed like he’s just been to the gym, the tank top that says CAT DAD and the joggers that leave almost nothing to Steve’s imagination.

Bucky crumples the granola bar wrapper up in his big hand and leans over to put it on the bedside table, the stretch of it pulling his shirt tight across his broad back.

Steve can’t help staring. He’s—Bucky is providing for him—while he smells like that.

my prince by deicide [Stucky, 3,1k words, Teen]

“You call me Stevie when you think I’m asleep,” begins Steve, so quiet he thinks he didn’t even say it; Bucky doesn’t move from his spot lit up in front of the door, “so why is it always ‘my prince’ when I’m awake?”

or, a self-indulgent prince!steve and his servant-guard-friend!bucky fic

🌻 Right Foot Blue by MaddieWritesStucky (Madeleine_Ward) @maddiewritesstucky [Stucky, 1,3k words, Teen]

Steve is sweating.

Sweating and regretting.

He is not bullet proof. He is not invincible. And he does not have a single fucking shred of self preservation.

Everyone else is right and he is wrong, because he’s on top of his best friend slash secret obsession and he’s just popped a boner, and it’s his own goddamn fault for agreeing to play this stupid game in the first place.

All the Magic I Have Known by sunrow [Stucky, 2,1k words, General]

All mermaids have the ability to swap their tail for a pair of legs and live life as a human, should they want to. But the decision is a permanent one. No changing their minds or leaving any room for regret.

Because of that, most mermaids never even consider the change. The thought doesn’t even cross their minds.

Steve is not like most mermaids.

🌻 Bucky "You Can Call Me Clueless" Barnes by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle) @/buckybarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 4,3k words, Teen]

Bucky won the roommate lottery when he was in college. A decade later, he's still happy Steve's there when he comes home.

Precious Moments by papesdontsellthemselves [Stucky, 968 words, General]

“Wanted to stay up with you guys,” he says. Ciara coughs a little, and Bucky reflexively reaches up to wipe some formula from her cheek.

Steve’s eyes soften. “You didn’t have to.”

“I know,” Bucky says, letting his hand fall onto Steve’s knee. He squeezes it a little; soothing. “I wanted to.”

A soft moment in the midst of parenthood.

🌻 Evanstan Round Robin 2021 by Ediblecrayon, grandmacore, iamrory01, its_tortle @its-tortle, K347 @k347, luninosity @luninosity, musette22 @musette22, paperstorm @paper-storm, TJ_Mason, wintersoldier1989 @wintersoldier1989 [Evanstan, 7,3k words, Explicit] (5/11 chapter available)

Chris has been honing a new skill, and he can't wait to show it to Sebastian.

🌻 Blooming Under the Dappled Light by thiccbuckybarnes @thiccbuckybarnesfic [Stucky, 15,5k words, Explicit] (2/7 chapters available)

“Primogeniture (prīmōˈjenəˌCHər) is the right, by law or custom, of the firstborn legitimate child to inherit the parent's entire or main estate in preference to shared inheritance among all or some children, any illegitimate child or any collateral relative.” ❀❀❀ Despite being the son of a gentleman, James "Bucky" Barnes could scarcely allow himself the hope of one day being tied to another in happy matrimony. In a society where the first-born children are revered and inherit all of a family's wealth, last-born Bucky feels trapped in a life he did not ask for.

When he makes the drastic decision to run away and become a tutor for a wealthy family, he is hoping to save enough pennies to someday have a dowry and be worthy for marriage despite his deposition. What he is not anticipating, however, is falling into the rough and skilled hands of his employer, the rakish widow Lord Steven Rogers.

#r's reading log #my reading log #stucky #stevebucky #fic rec #stucky fic rec #fic recs #evanstan #evanstan fic rec

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mimisempai · 2 years

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All you need is love and more hot chocolate

Summary:

Sam has a snowball fight with Cass and AJ. Bucky is having a bad day, but that doesn't stop him from making hot chocolate for his family.

Day 12 : Hot chocolate

Notes:

One of the things I like thinking about their dynamic is that they know what the other needs. Bet it Sam or Bucky.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35669029

831 words - Rating G

A snowball hit him in the back

"Arghhh... you got me..." Sam pretended to fall and lying on the snowy ground, he dropped his head and said, "I'm defeated!"

Two figures dressed in snowsuits threw themselves at him, yelling.

"Yeah! We won!" shouted the first one.

"Hooray!" shouted the second, grabbing another pile of snow from the ground and shoving it into Sam's face.

"I give in! I give in!" gasped Sam.

"AJ, stop." said Cass, "Uncle Sam gave in!"

"Oops," AJ dropped onto Sam's chest and Sam was laughing so hard he could hardly catch his breath.

"It's okay, AJ," Sam said when he could catch his breath. "It's not a bit of snow that's going to kill me." He stood up, brushed the snow off his clothes and threw a glance at the boys. On their smiling faces Sam noticed the first signs of cold so he said, "I think it's time to go home."

"No, no, Uncle not yet!"

"But you said we would make a snowman that looked like Uncle Bucky!!!"

Sam faltered a little as he saw their pleading eyes, but he saw Bucky waving at him through the window.

"No, boys, I didn't expect the snowball fight to last this long and then I think Uncle Bucky has a surprise for us."

The mention of Bucky was enough to change their minds and they ran toward the house yelling, "Yeeeeeees!"

Sam simply followed them quietly. When he arrived, there was a cheerful hubbub in the doorway as Bucky helped them out of their snow-wet clothes. He did the same and felt with pleasure as his body began to warm up to the home's pleasant heat already.

"Lord, how you can stand to go out in this weather, I'll never know," Bucky said as he led them to the kitchen table, not without dropping a kiss on Sam's mouth in passing. Once in the kitchen, Sam looked around. A pot was smoking on the stove and gave off a tantalizing aroma.

"It's not that cold," Sam retorted, "It's barely below zero. The snow will be gone by the afternoon. The ground isn't cold enough."

"That's right Uncle Bucky!" Cass rolled his eyes. "Plus we've been moving around a lot so you don't feel the cold."

Bucky laughed softly and said, "I'm an old man of over a hundred years. The cold is not good for my joints."

Sam laughed and pulled Bucky to him for a hug and whispered in his ear, "For an old man over a hundred, I still think you're in pretty good shape in some situations."

Despite the joking tone, he knew that the reason Bucky hadn't come was something else entirely. Bucky had had a rough night, filled with nightmares and waking up was often difficult. Sam knew he needed to be alone in those moments that's why he had taken the kids out. He just squeezed his shoulder and Bucky nodded to let him know that everything was okay.

"Yes, Uncle Bucky, you should have seen us! Uncle Sam was super good. But we did like you said, AJ distracted him by kicking him in the legs and when he went down, I put snow in his coat. We beat him to the punch!" Cass gave Bucky a high five.

"What, were you plotting behind my back?"

Bucky didn't react and replied innocently, "Win or lose, you better have a cup of my famous hot chocolate before it burns in the pan."

"Yay!" Sam and the boys took their places around the table. Bucky poured some into four cups, added some cream and then some marshmallows.

Sam looked down at his cup. "What a royal treat!"

Bucky leaned over and kissed him. "Nothing is too good for my man."

"What about us?" AJ interrupted their little aside, a cream mustache on his upper lip.

"And for my favorite nephews, of course,"

He ruffled their hair in turn as Sam looked on in amusement.

Bucky grabbed his own cup of chocolate and came to sit in his chair next to Sam.

"Are you okay?" asked Sam softly, "I know this can't be easy."

Bucky nodded and smiled at him, "Yes, thanks for giving me some time. It's just what I needed." He leaned against Sam, and took a sip of chocolate. The sweetness and warmth of the chocolate diffused through his body and warmed him, then the feel of Sam against him, the joy of his nephews in front of him, warmed his heart that sometimes was still caught in the ice of past memories.

"Hi boys! Is that hot chocolate I smell there? I hope you left me some."

"Mummyyy!"

The boys rushed to their mother and Sam took advantage of the distraction to pull Bucky against him and kiss his hair.

Then they shared their hot chocolate together in a joyful hubbub.

Family, love and hot chocolate, that's all Bucky needed to forget that it was a bad day.

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As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd and english is not my native language. I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless🥰

SamBucky Christmas series : here

#sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #sambucky fic #christmas feels #established sambucky #fluff #family feels #winterfalcon #falconwinter #hot chocolate

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 38

💖 first time reader click here 💖

Fluff and snowball fights. Forgiveness is a path and everyone's making their happy way down it. Friendly Steve slander. Hulk interaction!

"So, what now?" I asked, eyes still closed, not resisting the desire to remain under the covers, nested snugly into Stephen's side. On his other side, Tony snored away, sprawled like a starfish in what looked to be the first decent shut-eye he got in months. I could smell the coffee and omelettes from Tony's kitchen and the soft jazz music playing where Bruce was taking care of the breakfast.

It was an unambiguous decision to take it easy after the last battle. Bucky and Natasha had been ironing out the details from the interrogation after Stephen had un-possessed Cabre, Wanda and Loki were itching to get a minute with the mercenary on their own and Veddie, as I started calling my uncle and his symbiote after experiencing the incredibly immersive symbiosis with Venom, hovered nearby in case Cabre would make a good snack.

"What do you want to do?" Stephen's morning voice was, ahem, an experience. He put Corpse Husband to shame and I knew that it wasn't only me who got hot and bothered by it but Tony as well...

Speaking of Tony, I still had no idea where we stood. My engineer had been less than happy about my actions and I thought I blew it. He wasn't as warm and playful, and while I kept telling myself that it was just the exhaustion from weeks of stress and worry, I knew better.

"I don't know. I didn't think this far," I admitted, damn well knowing what I wanted. I wanted things to be like they were - clear, honest, easy. My mother's voice rang out clearly again. I was being childish. Of course I was.

"I'm sure Tony will have my head for this, but seeing as there's no stopping you, I'm sure Natasha and Barnes will be happy to train you," Stephen sighed, his breath warm in my hair.

I blanched, stiffening in his arms, confused. "Where did that come from?" My eyes finally opened to stare at his sleepy face.

His eyebrows rose. "You don't want to..?"

"Be a hero, like you? No," I shook my head, then snorted. "I was trying to figure out how to tell you I don't want to go to college just yet, maybe take a gap year. In fact, I want to avoid actual in-person classes as much as humanely possible. And I still don't have a clue what major exactly I want to pursue." I was being honest, prepared to be judged. In-between my three men, there were at least ten PhDs whilst I was only nearly done with the first step of my education.

"So what, it was a one-time deal? Let an alien parasite take over your body for a coupla' hours and then continue with your life?" Tony's scratchy voice startled me; apparently, he'd been awake and actively eavesdropping.

I wasn't prepared for this conversation, but then again, I'd never be. Might as well rip the bandaid off. "I'm not that flavour of stupid," I immediately retorted, heart beginning to pick up speed. My mouth was gonna get me in trouble. "I am not delusional, I know things aren't and won't be the same. I did what I did because there was no other option, I'm not sorry and I will do it again if the need arises. It's not what you want to hear but it's the truth." I paused, well aware that my speech was becoming quicker, I was well on my way to nervous rambling. "I'm not hero material, I won't go on a death march for a rando," Justifying my actions? No. I stopped myself again. "I am sorry for lying. I am sorry for hiding things. But I am not sorry for putting my own ass out there so we can get some fucking peace." I finally settled, fisting my pajama top under the blanket in an attempt to release some of the tension.

Twin sighs erupted from my men, as if their bodies synchronized in response to my stubborn nature. Stephen's hold tightened on me as Tony rolled over, sleepy eyes blinking from the space opposite of me on Stephen's chest. Tony's hand reached for my face, stroking the side of it wordlessly - he wasn't the most vocal about his feelings but his eyes said it all. Tony was sad, hurt, a little bit angry but mostly he was relieved. It was the way he moved - nearly no traces of the tension that had gathered on his face in the previous weeks.

"Natasha should still train you, some basic hand to hand and weapons training, in case someone has it out for any of us. SHIELD's security has holes, you're basically one of us now. Everyone and their mother saw Clint hauling you to the quinjet," Tony finally grumbled, admitting his defeat. Everyone knew that if it had been up to him, I wouldn't leave the tower without an armed escort at all times. Thankfully, Bruce was there to screw on Tony's bolts right each time he wanted to go overboard. They thought I wouldn't notice, but I did.

Stephen's free hand landed in Tony's hair, the sorcerer effectively calmed both of us down with his gentle, unobtrusive support. He was far more empathetic than he liked to show. "That seems like a smart idea," He rumbled as my eyes began to drift shut once again.

With each steady breath, my heartbeat slowed and the feelings of guilt and dread began to dissipate. Tony might not had forgiven me yet but I was on my way to inner peace once more. I remembered feeling exactly the same way before our relationship, when every time I took a step inside Tony's lab, I tensed inwardly, shielded my feelings from his eyes, too focused on the outcome I thought would be absolutely disastrous. I had always thought he'd laugh at me, and yet... Laying on Steph's chest, inches away from Tony, my past panic seemed ridiculous.

"What's so funny?" Stephen asked, amused.

I didn't even notice the snort that managed to escape me. "Nothing," I answered immediately, feeling my face heat up. Oh my Loki, what kind of an idiot I had been...

"Sure," Tony's finger poked my cheek without preamble. "Staging a world domination plan, aren't we?" He snarked, much more like his usual self.

"I was just remembering when I was so terrified you'd find out I have a crush on you and you'd laugh at me," I mumbled, willing to placate Tony to avoid any more unnecessary lies and deceit.

Tony, did, in fact, laugh at my confession, but so did Stephen and I am pretty sure I heard Bruce snort from the direction of the archway leading into the spacious bedroom. The bed dipped as the scientist sat down, running a palm over my leg.

"I was pretty sure you would laugh at me," He admitted just as quietly and bashfully. Stephen and Tony only laughed harder. I heard the sound of a pillow hitting Steph in the face. "Let's go, Princess, let's leave the mean geezers alone. I made breakfast."

I could practically hear the pout in Bruce's voice and couldn't resist to comply, leaving a grumbling Tony to stretch and roll out of bed like a disgruntled cat.

"You're older than me, Bruce," Stephen rolled his eyes, I could feel his stare linger on my exposed thighs before Bruce picked me up. My sorcerer boyfriend switched to staring at Tony's bare back, which was an action I wholeheartedly supported.

"Cocky bastards," I stuck out my tongue a moment before we turned the corner and then all I could focus on was the feast of gods Bruce had made for us. The man was really too sweet and too kind, he never ceased to make me mushy and stuff. I stole a kiss, and then another one, and another one, until Tony's whining about the toast burning interrupted our moment.

The bread was fine. Tony was just being himself.

Our phones beeped at the same time - mine being already in my hand, as all normal young people did in the mornings - I looked at the message expecting another assemble and feeling my eyebrows crawl up at Steve's suggestion we all get some fresh air that day.

It had snowed. The whole city was covered in white, crisp snow, and Bucky has been liking nothing but other people's snowman pictures for several days. I suspected the brunette had convinced his boyfriend to take him out to build one or something, but as Steve was known to be exceptionally dense at times, Cap'n Jolly had unanimously decided it was a team bonding-slash-relaxing opportunity.

I relayed my thoughts to my own boyfriends, all of us giggling at Steve's eagerness to cater to his boyfriend and his cluelessness when it came to all things romantic. I was tempted to shoot Steve a text explaining his epic gamer moment but before I could even open the app, Bruce's eyes turned green briefly as he had a very obvious internal conversation with Hulk.

"Is that offer to spend time with Hulk still up?" The scientist asked timidly.

I had a lightbulb moment. "Absolutely!" I replied, watching my other two boyfriends. They didn't even bat an eye, evidently at peace with the green situation. "As long as the snowball fight is had with Thor, Steve or other enhanced individuals." Personally, I had no desire to be flipped over by a snowball the size of a watermelon. Or get any of the pretty but cold stuff under my clothes.

Bruce's responding grin was mostly Hulk.

It was a couple of days before Christmas. I was never one much for the holiday season, but something magical had seeped into me - it wasn't the shiny lights throughout the tower, it wasn't Clint's ugly Christmas sweater and the smell of gingerbread cookies and cinnamon that came from Wanda's apartment. I had no clue what it was, but it seemed to be tied to my boyfriends and Loki and many others who lived in the tower.

Bruce was all but wiggling during the car ride to the park - rationally, I knew it was the Hulk being excited but I still couldn't take my eyes off the usually reserved man. Bruce was happy. It made me smile and hold his hand like we were middle-schoolers in love. The rest of the team pretended to not notice it, or maybe they didn't care, or maybe they had already gotten used to my unconventional relationship.

Either way, Bucky had whisked Steve away almost immediately and I did what every kid ever had dreamed of. As Bruce went to a more secluded space to transform into the Hulk and Tony went to retrieve his thermos of coffee, I ushered Sam over to Steve's car and unlocked it, retrieving his shield from the trunk. It was heavier than it looked but did it stop me and Sam from running up the nearest hill and fighting over who gets to go first?

No, it did not. In mere moments, my ass was being frozen to the metal despite my snowsuit as I parked it inside the shield , holding onto the straps as Sam pushed on my back, hollering "Yeet!" at the top of his lungs, sending me in a steep slide towards where Thor was enthusiastically explaining something to the rest of the team.

"Oh shiiiiit!" I screamed, unprepared for the sudden increase in speed and the surprisingly good gliding abilities Captain America's shield possessed. "Watch o-o-out!" I yelled as the group scattered at the last moment. I heard some strong Russian words coming from Natasha, paired with snorts of badly concealed laughter.

The tree line grew closer by the second but the shield had no plans of stopping any time soon. Whoda thunk that things made of vibranium had all the characteristics to be the perfect sled? Something green entered my field of vision, stopping my crazy train with a grunt.

I answered with an oof of my own. One green palm was securely wrapped around me and the other held Steve's shield. "Hello," Hulk snorted, lifting me up like I was but a feather and setting me on his shoulder. "Puny Princess, don't hurt yourself," He stated firmly as I looked down at him, intrigued by the sudden change in his speech patterns. He sounded almost human.

"Hey, Big Guy," I ruffled his hair. "Aren't you cold?"

"No," He replied, setting me onto his shoulder. Hulk appeared to be completely unaffected by the December cold in his purple shorts. I felt my rear end begin to thaw, such was the heat that he emanated from his body. Meanwhile, Hulk caught Steve's eye, preparing to hurl the shield back to the frowning Captain.

Steve caught it effortlessly while Bucky ignored the interaction whatsoever, caught up in rolling an obscenely large ball of snow a ways from the group, tongue all but hanging out in concentration. I caught myself thinking he was gonna build a snow dick instead of a man and it made me feel...

"Wanna build a snowman?" I asked my green companion, rubbing my mittens in excitement.

The Hulk pondered for a brief moment, adopting that mischievous gleem, eyes shooting to Tony and Stephen who stood regally on the side of the clearing, sipping their hot beverages like the adult men that they were supposed to be. I snorted and Hulk echoed the sound, taking quick strides to a patch of land opposite Bucky. "No," Hulk shook his head. "We build a fort. Then smash," The green bean was all but vibrating in excitement.

Realistically, I knew I was gonna get snow stuck in uncomfortable places and might even get knocked over by an overeager person with super strength. But was I gonna pass up an opportunity to show off my superior construction skills? Hell naw.

It wasn't long before Stephen and Tony wandered off to us and began to pile up snow with a resigned huff, unsuccessful in their attempts to rebuff me ordering them around. In the end, we split in three teams, snow flew everywhere and by the time the battle was in peak heat, all of us were cold, wet and red-faced.

"To the death! BLOOD AND VINEGAR!!!" I screeched, hopping up and down after a series of small rapid snowballs I threw hit their target - Steve had a face full of snow and Bucky wasn't faring much better next to him, having had let a few of them hit him in the chest because he was distracted, doubling over in laughter at Steve's indignant, red face.

"You're bloodthirsty," Tony smirked from my side, dumping a fresh batch of ammo between me and Stephen. "It's hot."

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#party favours #bun writes #tony stark x reader #bruce banner x reader #Stephen Strange x reader #tony stark x Bruce Banner x Stephen Strange x reader #in this house we love and respect the ot4

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blubberingmess · 4 years

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[Little guy: Peach] *Bucky's view pt1*

Pairing: Bucky/Chibi!Bucky x male!reader

Continuation for [Little guy: Bubba]

Note: a few changes in Bucky's tactical gear.

[1930s!Bucky]

'Happy 18th birthday!'

Bucky is practically shaking with excitement as he stares down at the cake in front of him, his smile so wide he could almost feel his cheeks rip. But the cake nor the presents he got was not the reason for why he was excited, no, it's so much more than that. He finally turned eighteen which means there's a high chance his soon-to-be chibi would appear, ready to shower him with affection and love just like his soulmate would - or hope they would.

But alas, day became night and there's still no chibi in sight.

"Don't worry, Bucky. She will come out eventually, just you wait." Bucky heard Steve said from beside him, placing a cold and thin yet comforting hand on his shoulder. He can't help but feel envious as he watched his friend pat the small female chibi on his lap, cooing up at him like a love-sick puppy.

"Yeah she will," Bucky puts on a boyish grin and puffs his chest out as he spoke with certainty. "And when she does, she'll the most prettiest chibi in the whole world."

And wait he did; his 20th birthday became 27th. At the same time as Bucky's getting older, the single flame of hope inside of him is getting weaker and weaker as the years gone by. The thought of himself not actually having a soulmate or her dying at such a young age is like a sharp stab in the chest; like of ice-cold water pouring down on that small flame until it was only a mere burn inside his chest, a scar to remind him of the sad, sad reality he's living in.

"Wanna come with us, Jamie-boy? Our last day in Brooklyn. Don'tcha think we deserve a little bit of fun, if y'know what I mean?" One of his so-called friends Karl nudged him on his side playfully, a mischievous grin on his face as he spoke.

Bucky eyes flickered at the small female chibi on the table that belongs to Karl, putting on a fake, tight smile despite him clenching his jaw in irritation for saying such things in front of his chibi.

"Nah, I don't think I can right now. You guys go ahead without me," declined Bucky.

Karl shrugs his shoulders, not really caring if Bucky comes or not. "Suit yourself. Hey fellas! Let's go!" The brunette was shocked and angered as he watched Karl harshly grabs the chibi from the table making it squeak in pain before walking away with his small group of friends, with their own chibis on their shoulders.

Bucky wanted to stop him, he really do, but he doesn't have the right to do such thing no matter how the person deserves a good punching.

Why haven't they said anything about Bucky not having his own chibi by his side? It's because he lied, saying he doesn't like to carry his chibi around and all that. How can he say the truth? Even himself doesn't know the truth! Does he or does he not have a soulmate? He's pushing thirty for Pete's sake!

Bucky's gaze is down as he propped his elbow in the table, sighing to himself before averting his eyes back up. Blue eyes danced around the bar, fiddling with the shot of whiskey in hand. Regardless of knowing how fruitless his searching was everyday, he can't stop no matter how hard he tried to - like it's now in his instinct to look around, to search for the small being that would lead him towards his supposedly other half.

Leaning his head back, he downed the whiskey in hand before slamming it onto the table a bit harder than intended, causing eyes to turn towards him. Bucky doesn't care, there's so much thoughts running around in his head to do so, tossing a few coins on the table before heading out of the bar to find his best and only friend Steve Rogers.

[Winter Soldier!Bucky]

The cold brittle December night and the harsh falling of snow from above barely made the winter soldier flinch as he crouches on top of the rooftop, aiming his sniper rifle at his target. His breathing is steady as well as his heart, like he isn't just about to kill one of the people who crossed Hydra.

He steadied his aim, locking at the target's head.

His index finger pushed the trigger just the slightest in a thrillingly slow--

Squeak!

His eyes narrowed at the sound, leaning his head back to look around his surroundings, ready to pull out his gun from its holster. He found nothing but snow and the fresh corpse of one of the guard at the center, he focuses his attention back on the scope and almost jumps in surprise.

Blocking his scope is a small almost human looking thing, curiously looking through the glass, tapping it a few times before grunting. The winter soldier immediately knew it was a male from the way he looks and sound, watching him waddles a few step back.

The chibi tilts his head to the side and unconsciously, Soldier tilted his head as well before registering what he had done a second later, shaking his head with a scowl. Bucky grabs the chibi with his calloused yet surprisingly gentle hand, and carefully placing him on the black case next to him before focusing back on his mission.

Fuck. The target moved away from the window, but it's nothing the Winter Soldier can't fix. With a small turn of the rifle to the left and a single pull of the trigger with no hint of hesitancy, the target fell down to the marbled floor, immediately causing the guests and securities to panic and run around like some headless chickens - pathetic.

The soldier straightens his back and turn his whole body to face the chibi who just casually continues to stares up at him with curious look on his face, once again, tilting his head to the side. Without a second thought, he lifts the chibi but now with his metal hand instead and started packing the sniper rifle in the case.

"Good job, Soldier. We'll be waiting for you." A familiar voice said from his earpiece before it goes static to silent.

The soldier for once didn't heard what has been said in his ear for all his attention is now on the chibi in his hand, face squished up at his grip but seemingly comfortable as it closes his eyes and sighs in content. The sight made his cold, steady heart skips a beat.

He's not stupid, he knows what chibis are and what their purpose is, and he don't like it. Anger surely bubbles up inside him and he don't know why, looking at the little thing makes him want to punch a nearby wall all while simultaneously wanting to just sit down and bask in the affection the chibi is currently giving him - peppering little kisses on his metal hand, like he's trying to comfort him.

The soldier closed his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh before grabbing the black case from the ground.

Having the chibi around isn't as irritating as he first thought it would.

He was apprehensive at first, the idea of having someone out there waiting for him; a cold-blooded murderer. The asset did not paid attention to the chibi whatsoever for a few days, only sharing his disgusting food with him; stale bread and just as unflavored mash potato, or some MRE food pack. To his surprise and relief, the chibi doesn't complain and would accept the food gratefully.

The winter soldier slowly warms up, letting the little guy in his very, very small, one person 'personal bubble'. He started to actually enjoy the little guy's affectionate actions and kisses, instead of pushing him away every time.

He once left the chibi alone to train one day, which caused to one of the agents almost finding out about while doing a quick survey of his room.

He never left the chibi's side since then.

The soldier isn't that heartless-- well, not much to the chibi-- for he is still... practicing, learning how to be gentle. Who could blame him? he once made the little guy cry, and truth to be told, he did not like it one bit.

He also found out that he likes-- loves peaches after leaving him on a unguarded stall that sells peaches because the mission is too dangerous, only coming back to him snoring on top of one with his tummy all big and full with four peach cores around him - thus the reason why he called him 'Peach'.

He cannot recall how many times he would wake up from a nightmare he couldn't remember at such ungodly hour with Peach crawling up to his rapidly rising and falling chest, patting his cheek and giving him a kiss on the forehead. Remembering all the night when he would just cry, letting out his frustration, anger, and confusion while holding Peach close to his chest.

The little guy don't talk, isn't that helpful, squeaky and loud, everything he hates to a person (except the first one) but he would be lying if he said it didn't provide him immense comfort.

Four years had passed. The winter soldier's chibi was there when it all happened, tucked inside his vest made from kevlar where no one could notice, not even Hydra which was quite shocking. A makeshift pocket the soldier himself sewn after stealing a small sewing kit from one of his previous mission, prickling his flesh fingers a few times. Reason why he started to clipped on his vest a bit loosely than how he normally does to avoid Peach getting squished or suffocate to death.

"You're my mission." Bucky roared as he throw a powerful punch after punch while the blonde kept his hands hanging off to the side, not making a move to fight back.

"You're my mission!" He repeats.

"Then finish it." Bucky immediately stops his fist in mid-punch as Steve continues.

"Cause I'm with you to the end of the line--"

A small squeak-like grunt was suddenly heard, freezing both men. Steve watches as something-- a mop of hair-- pokes out from inside his vest. A disheveled looking Peach looks around his surroundings, sleepy eyes swinging from Bucky to Steve before letting out a yawn.

"You have a... chibi," Steve whispers in shock.

Just then another explosion happened, sending the whole helicarrier to shake as the bottom of the falls, taking Steve down with it. Bucky watching him fell down after he managed to grab hold onto of the remaining part of the helicarrier, a sense of recognition and inner-conflict within the stormy blue eyes is the sight Steve last saw before he blacked out.

That and the particular chibi tucked in his vest. What shocked him the most is the fact that the chibi is a male.

Who would've thought?

Too long, Tumblr can't take it. Next will be the last part :) more shorter.

Excuse my poorly drawn sketch. Anyways, this scene makes me laugh now that I think about it 😂😂😂

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mxrvelxbucky · 3 years

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Bucky Barnes x reader

Bucky Barnes one shots

Warnings: dirty thoughts, 18+ scenes

Words : 2,7k

Notes: Sorry if I have some mistakes, but English is not my native language

A/N: Do not copy, rewrite, repost or translate my work on here or any other site. Likes, comments and reblogs are welcome.

Bucky went out of the well-known cafe who went since Steve left, because there they were coming every day to take their coffee. But it was not only that the reason for his continued visit to Cafe. Every time he went to the Cafe, he was welcoming by the same girl, with her long black hair and emerald, her green eyes, with a beautiful and warm smile on her lips.

Every day Bucky tried to catch her talking but every time customers came so they could not talk and he was forced to leave and close again in his apartment.

Today, however, what surprised him was that he did not see her in the cafe. But he did not get into the process of asking the other girls in the Cafe where she was. But as he was leaving the cafe, he hit someone. But before the other person could fall, Bucky caught up with him. As he looked at it he immediately understood who he was.

These emerald looks, these fleshy red lips and snow-white skin definitely belonged to her. "I-um-eh-I-Iam-s-oh". He could not speak, he was bony. Bucky tried to apologize to her but no matter how hard he tried, the words did not come out of his mouth. He was literally stuck. How should he talk to her? What should he tell her? He did not know what to do, but you got him out of the predicament he was in, letting your voice, which was like a melody in Bucky's ears, resound.

"Morning Bucky" He did nothing, he did not react, he just looked deep into your eyes. You were starting to feel a little uncomfortable, because he had his arm wrapped around your waist, and your faces were a few inches apart.

Wow, that was the first time you noticed how beautiful his eyes were. They had many shades of blue inside. They were like oceans, dangerous oceans with a beauty and a serenity in them that made you want to explore them.

After a while you started to feel something hot enter your skin that made you scream from the burning. Bucky's coffee had spilled on your chest and stomach. When Bucky realized what he had done he was shocked. He had been absorbed by your features, your eyes, your lips, your body, everything for so long. He was absorbed by you. He wanted you so fucking much to be his that he had not noticed that his coffee had started to spill on you.

"Oh, my god, Y/N I am s-so sorry about that, I-I d-din't want to........" He tried to apologize but he could not, the words were confused in his mind and his actions could not control what he did.

"It's o-ok Bucky" you tried to say without showing him how much the burning hurts "Can you please bring me some paper towels" you looked at his eyes as sweet as you could. He didn't reply he just went into the cafe and some seconds later he came out with some paper towels. He gave them to you and he was watching you trying to clean yourself.

Your T-shirt was stuck on you, clearly showing the contour of your bra and some parts of your boobs. Bucky, no matter how hard he tried to look away, but he could not, dirty thoughts passed through his mind which he could not drive away. He wanted you, he wanted you so fucking much. He wanted to be on the top of you and talking you dirty. But he knew that you didn't feel the same.

Those few times you'd talked, Bucky had found out that you have a boyfriend. But he couldn't, even after all these days, stop thinking about you, he might have been a playboy before, but you were the first one to make him really feel something. Something that had nothing to do with his twisted thoughts, or sex, but it was about you. He really loved you even from those little things you'd said to each other, he'd fallen in love with you. Something that had nothing to do with his twisted thoughts, or sex, it was about you. He really loved you even from those little things you said to each other, he had fallen in love with you.

"Perfect. It's not cleaned for anything"you said. It may have seemed like you were blaming Bucky for what happened, but the truth is that you were about to kiss him If he didn't make the first move. You broke up with your boyfriend just yesterday, because you couldn't get those blue eyes out of your mind.

"Y/N I am so sorry, really I didn't mean to-"

"Bucky I am not blaming your for anything, ok? Just forget it" You said looking sweetly into his eyes, those eyes you fell in love with, from the moment you first saw them.

"Ah Ok, but You can't walk around like that, with coffee on your shirt, my house is nearby, I'm sure I'll have some clothes there for you" You were about to say no, but he interrupted you "And I don't take no for an answer" You both laughed and you followed him to his apartment.

Along the way, you were talking about different things. He asked you about how you're doing with your boyfriend, and of course you told him that you broke up with your boyfriend. Bucky may have looked sad at the time, but he couldn't have been happier at all.

When you arrived at his apartment you sat in the living room while he went to one of the other rooms to find clothes. A few minutes later he came and gave you the clothes. He showed you where the bathroom was and you sources to get dressed. You were sure the shirt was his, it had its smell, expensive cologne and something of vanilla.

When you sources back into the living room, you saw him lying on the couch. He was going to put on a movie. When he noticed you, he got up and came to you. He had taken off his shirt and instead of that jeans that he was wearing before, he had worn a thin, almost transparent, pair of shorts. You felt a little weird when the thin fabric of his shorts.

"Since you have the day off, you'd like to sit down and watch a movie" He looked you deep in the eye, you couldn't refuse, you wanted to sit with him more than anything else in the world.

"Of course I'd like to, just before you start the movie, wait till I sit-"

You didn't have time to finish your sentence. He grabs your wrist and tugs you down on the couch. You fall on him with a sharp, playful shriek. "You know I’m the best seat in this place" He jokes, pushing you over his body while he brings his knee up so you’re between his thick bare thighs, his briefs riding up higher so you feel his skin on yours.

Resting your head on his warm, smooth chest, you feel his cock pressing into your pelvis. He’s not even hard, and he’s big. The thought making you throb as you push down the whimper bubbling in your throat.

"Comfortable?" Bucky asks as he looks at the top of your head with a knowing grin. You nod, your head rising and falling with his even breathing.

"Good girl" he hums, shifting his hips up, grinding into you so briefly that you think you imagined it.

Bucky listens to the small noise that escapes your lips when he does it again, stretching under you with a loud groan as he adjusts your bodies on the plush cushions. "Me too"

It’s hard to focus on the movie. All you can think about is how the only thing separating you is two layers of very thin cloth. Two layers keeping you from feeling how warm and firm he really is.

Bucky’s hand is trailing up and down your back, the tips of his fingers grazing your spine as he watches the movie. After a while, his touches get more deliberate, harder as he massages your back. His other hand lazily tossing popcorn in his mouth.

You glance up at him, studying him as an explosion happens in the background. He didn’t shave today so there’s a hint of a beard covering his cheeks, the corner of his lips turned up as his blue eyes follow the action playing out on the screen. His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows another mouthful of popcorn. He’s so handsome and hot, no man should look this good.

You whimper, actually whimper, when his hand drifts down to your ass, resting over the swell of your cheek. Heat floods your face as you stare at him. Please please say he didn’t hear you, please-

Bucky doesn’t look down, but you swear his lips twitch. "This is my favorite part" He murmurs his large hand curves over your ass. He slapped hard your ass and you let a small moan get out of your mouth. You didn't know what he exactly was supposed to do to you, but you didn't care, You knew he was going to do bad things to you, those bad and naughty things that you've been waiting for a long time of him to do to you.

"Mm, I can’t get enough of this" He gently squeezes, his ring pressing into your skin, and you nearly arch into his powerful touch. His large hand kneads your ass, squeezing and rubbing until you’re soaked, wanting his hands everywhere on your body. His cock swells under you, pushing into you. He’s so big. That throb is getting worse, he has to feel it, feel how wet you are.

"I always want more, Doll" The nickname that he called you, it makes you horny.

Bucky looks down at you, his lust-blown eyes nearly black, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. He wants you. He’s hot and stiff and you can feel him.

"Hmm, you want more Doll" That wasn't a question, his voice was so deep and thick, you knew what was going to happen.

He pulls down your bottom lip with his thumb. "Yeah, you want more" He smirks, his words laced with a smug assurance, he’s going to make you feel so good if you let him and you will let him.

Bucky pulls you up his body until your hands are resting above his head, your forehead on his. "Say you want more and I’ll give you everything"

He’s looking up at you , his eyes steady on your face. His hand kneading your ass, ushing you hard on him, down on his hard erection, grinding into your clit. You whine and his eyes get darker. "You like that, huh?"

He reaches up and bites your bottom lip, sucking it into his warm mouth, his hand slipping between your bodies, under the band of your panties, cool fingers find your hot cunt, aching and dripping for him. He traces along your clit, an intricate pattern of his name that has you gasping.

Bucky lets your lip go with a wet plop, "Say it Doll" He demands, feeling as desperate as you look. He pushed you against him and made you horny in even more"Say it"He whispered in your ear, you could feel his hot breath on your neck just before he started leaving you sucking pacifiers around your neck.

"I want you"

Three simple words ignite a fire in him. His hand slaps your ass just as he pulls you in for a heated kiss, swallowing your shocked squeal. Those two layers separating you are gone, ripped from each in a flurry, the kiss deepening with each second until you’re consumed by him.

Breaking away with a groan, Bucky watches as you straddle his hips, your glistening pussy sliding over his thick cock. His swollen head pushes through your folds and into your core, you grab his chest, panting through the burning twinge, fuck he’s not even halfway in.

There ya go, Doll, you can take it "he encourages, his hands on your ass, easing you down until you reach his base." Little more, there ya go. Good girl. Knew this tight little pussy could take me" He said in your ear.

You’re so full, his cock so deep in you, even a small roll of your hips has you crying out. "Fuck, I don’t think I can take-"

Bucky presses his hand on your belly, smirking as he feels himself. "Yeah, you can Doll" He counters softly, you try to circle your hips, wanted to be a good girl for him but when he hits your soft spot right there, you lose your rhythm.

He sits up, keeping his grip on your ass, bringing you down over him, harsh and fast, stretching and filling you in a way no one has ever done, the swift burst of pleasure has you seeing stars. Your hands clutch his hair as you hang on while makes you ride him, each stroke twisting the pulsating coil in you, tighter and tighter.

The faint sounds of the tv drowned out by the wet squelch of your pussy sucking him back in as he brings your hips down, his massive hands rocking you back and forth until you’re mewling and sobbing from the sensations tearing through you.

Bucky tightens his hold, his face contorted into a sneer when you clench down. "Fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking tight, shit should have fucked this sweet cunt weeks ago" He’s whispering the filthiest things, describing all his wet dreams as he pushes deeper into your pussy.

All you can do is hold on to his large body, to overwhelmed by the way his cock is dragging along your walls to respond, only able to produce broken, needy gasps. "Please ‘m so close, so close god Bucky, just please Bucky-"

"Say you own to me, that you're mine "

"Say it" he told while he was pushing harder and harder.

"I am yours, you own me, I-I'm yours"

"Good Doll" He is pulling your head back, he brushes his lips across your jaw as he fucks up into you, your breasts bouncing against his sweaty chest with each thrust. His mouth hovers over your open lips, muttering, "Cum right fucking now, Doll"

A searing white-hot heat flashes across your body as the coil snaps. "Oh god, yes, oh fuck-" Your belly tenses in and you shatter, his name a strangled wheeze as your orgasm roils through your body.

Bucky grins, his tongue caught between his teeth as he waits for you to come down from your high, your body trembling over his. His hands rubbing your back as he sighs.

Slowly opening your eyes, his smirking face comes into view. You shift your hips, he’s still hard, bitting back a weak moan, "Bucky you didn’t-"

"So you know we missed the movie. I really wanted to see it" He traces your swollen bottom lip with his thumb, "how about you keep my cock warm and we finish it"

He leans back on the couch, grabbing the remote off the table. “And if you’re good, I’ll eat your pussy until you pass out. If you’re not, well I’ll edge you until you pass out"

He did not just say that-

You stare down at him with wide eyes, your mouth dropping open as he grabs a handful of popcorn. He puts a few kernels on your tongue, eating the rest as the movie starts up. "Your choice Doll"

You tilt your head considering your options. Things are about to get real interesting around here. "You know Bucky, I know exactly what I want"

You lean down and whisper in his ear. Bucky nods his head, his smirk getting wider. "Good choice Doll"

That was my first story, tell me if you want more

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writing-mermaid · 4 years

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The Princess and The Mad Hatter, prologue : Don't you see I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue

Summary : What if Snow-White wasn’t the fairest of all ? What if the most beautiful princess of the Enchanted Forest has been forgotten because she didn’t fell in love with a prince ? This is the story of a curse and of a love story defying all the codes of fairy tales.

Pairing : Jefferson The Mad Hatter x Princess Rose (OFC)

Warnings : None

Word Count : 626

Author’s note : I’ve already posted this, on my main blog, but I decided to rework on it to repost it. Hope you’ll like it. Don’t forget that feedback is appreciated and really important.

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Emma walks with purpose towards the edge of the forest, Hook glued to her steps. The blond woman is pissed off, decided to found, as fast as she can, the magic creature, potentially dangerous, according to Gold, which abruptly flown away from an item from his shop, creating a huge mess on its way out. Cars are turned upside down, windows are broken, and a mysterious purple trail shows a way to follow, the savior immediately rushes after that thing to avoid it to make new damages, her boyfriend just behind her.

Once on the edge of the wood, they both scan the surrounding area to find their prey.

“Look, there is something over there”, Emma points, walking slowly, trying not to frighten the figure she had spotted.

The form on the ground doesn’t have anything of a monster or a magic creature, Emma notices once she is closer to it. It’s a human being, more exactly a young woman, lying on her stomach, the side of her face buried inside the feathers and the wet ground of the forest. Light white skin, with long auburn hair falling on her left shoulder. With the shape of her body, Emma immediately notices that the young woman is pregnant, and probably close to the end. Hook observes the scene, watching Emma gently pulling away the unknown woman hair from her face and then looking for her hand to take her pulse.

“Bloody Hell !”, the pirate suddenly exclaims, while placing his right hand on his mouth, eyes wide open in a state of shock,

“What ?”, Emma asks. “Do you know her ?”

“Aye, love. I know her… She’s my princess.”

“What ?! What do you mean your princess ?”

“Not my princess in that way. It’s my princess, the one from the kingdom I come from, my birthplace. But I thought she was dead a long time ago…”

“Wait a minute, if I understand well, she’s the one you were talking about with Liam in the Underworld ? The one you asked for news ?”

“Aye, that’s her”, he answered. “How is she ? Is she alive ?”

“She seems to be okay.”, Emma tells him grabbing her wrist. “But she really breathes slowly, and has a very weak pulse, we need to take her to the hospital.”

Emma gently turns the young woman on her back. She pulls off some other hair, in order to see her face’s details. If she really is a princess, as Killian said, she has the beauty but not really the look. Her clothes are very simple, but Emma’s gaze stops on the young woman’s face, she can’t see her eyes color, but judging only by looking at the thin lines of her sweet face, her straight and delicate nose and her thin mouth of the color of a pink rosebud, Emma doesn’t doubt that this young person, who she thinks is not even thirty, has something noble.

While Killian bends to pick up his long-lost friend and takes her gently into his arms, while paying attention to not scratch his hook in the thin skin of her back, Emma thinks about what to do next.

“If she’s a princess, and considering her state”, Emma says, pointing at the young woman's belly, “she might have a prince somewhere. We need a prince. Her prince. If she has been cursed, I suppose she’s going to need a true love kiss to wake up.”’

“Oh no Love, that not how it works with her”, Hook answers with a smirk. “Believe me, it’s not a prince she needs.”

“If it’s not a prince she needs”, Emma sighs in complete disbelief, “what does she need ?”

“A hatter”, Hook answers, smirking at her.

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borntobewinterbyjessieb · 4 years

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Winter Ruins

-Peggy's POV-

I was so happy to see them back safe and sound. However some needed medical attention, and others needed more rest than anything else. I saw Steve leading the men, and Sergeant Barnes at his side. I could feel my smile widen when Steve looked up at me. A smile graced his features as well.

Most of the 107th infantry had come back, but their was one particular person I was looking for.

Darcy.

Steve came up to me grinning from ear to ear. Barnes coming right behind him.

'So this was the man Darcy said she had a Soul Bond with.'

"Hello Captain." I smiled. "Sergeant Barnes" I nodded in his direction.

"Ma'am" Barnes nodded back.

"Peggy." Steve acknowledged.

"Where is Darcy? I don't see her anywhere." I whispered to Steve not knowing if Sergeant Barnes knew of the current situation with her.

"She... She was shot and refused to let me carry her back to base. I argued with her until a grenade was thrown overhead. It didn't hit us but it was a close call." He said grimly.

"Does Sergeant Barnes know of the current situation? Of Darcy's disposition?" I whispered so that only he could hear me.

"Yes. He does. He is still having a hard time processing the information, unfortunately." Steve said looking at Barnes out of the corner of his eye.

"How do you feel about this Sergeant?" I asked aloud.

"Umm well... I'm still confused about the whole ordeal but she was very brave, and she did what she did for her country. I have to say that takes guts, for a woman." He said, after a moment his eyes widened, "Not that I'm insinuating anything! I meant no offense by that!"

I silently laughed. "None taken Barnes, Now to the medical tent, Soldiers!" I saluted them.

"Yes ma'am!" They responded before turning to do as I had ordered.

I couldn't stop thinking about Darcy. What had happened and if she was okay. I knew something was wrong. Yes, there was the obvious reason, that Darcy hadn't come back with the two. But there was something else as if it were pulling at the back of my mind.

There were sudden images coming to my mind and I couldn't decipher them. It was like a Code I couldn't break.

-the images-

Snow covered the ground.

Smoke filled the air.

Fire was everywhere.

No one to be found.

A white wolf walked through the fire.

The wolf's eyes had lost their original color. The irises of its eyes, were full of darkness.

They looked almost Demonic. When the wolf had made its way to the forest surrounding it. It howled, and it's eyes went back to normal.

It ran for miles.

Then collapsed from exhaustion.

Not before marking its surroundings with a hidden message.

-end of images-

I had returned to reality and found the Colonel standing in front of me. He seemed to be yelling at me and barking orders.

But the hidden message from those images were taking all of my focus.

I tried to remember the hidden message specifically, but I came up empty-handed.

-Darcy's POV-

I had just sent an encrypted message to Peggy along with images. Hopefully she figured it out in time. I had made a circle around me with magic I hadn't known I possessed. It was written in old runes.

(A/N: I used the app MediBang and google images to put this together. The Runes are supposed to be carved in the trees and Darcy is passed out in the center of it! Just to let you know! Please don't use this elsewhere and if you do, make sure to give credit where credit is due! Plz and Thx!)

All I knew was the feeling of complete and utter exhaustion. The feeling of being powerless. I knew that if someone didn't get my message, I would not last long. I used the last of my strength to let out an ear-piercing howl. Hoping, pleading, praying that anyone or wolf would hear me and somehow be able to help.

Maybe my brother, although it's been a few years since I last saw him, would come find me. Maybe Peggy could decipher my message. Maybe just maybe I'd die... alone... here in the cold of winter. I soon felt tiredness tug at my eyes. I sighed once more as I let my eyes drift closed.

-Bucky's POV-

That girl. Darcy. I couldn't get her out of my mind. Her begging us to leave her, to save ourselves. Her telling us to go, that she'd find her way back to us.

But I also knew what Hydra was capable of. Seeing as how Dr. Zola... he.. he did something to me. Something I can't explain. But with just that little dosage of Hydra's capabilities, I knew they'd be one hell of an opponent.

How did I explain to Steve what had happened in Zola's lab? Was I some sort of experiment? I just know that whatever happened, I won't let it change who I am. Steve, well.... he was another topic my mind wouldn't let go.

Steve had become Captain America now, he wasn't the small asthmatic kid from Brooklyn anymore. Always getting into fights and getting his ass handed to him.

Well he was still getting into fights and coming from Brooklyn. But the thing is, he no longer needs me. He no longer needs me to save his behind, for me to introduce him to the ladies, he didn't need my help and he certainly didn't need me.

Steve and I had been best friends since elementary school. We had each other's backs, as much as we could due to Steve and his asthma. He was like my kid brother, y'know? My sister might have even had a slight crush on him. Not that she'd ever admit it. Rebecca was always so girly though. I knew she'd be good for him but Steve just refused to be with hardly any of the ladies I'd introduced him to. He was blind to my sister and eventually Rebecca was forced to move on.

But again even after all the things that are on my mind, it all comes back to her. Darcy. The one girl who had made my heart pound out of my chest the very first time I laid eyes on her.

And now that I think about it, she had personality that's for sure. Even as a wolf she was protective of Steve and I. She was the type to fight first, ask questions later. When it came to her friends and family. But the one thing I couldn't figure out was, why did she fight her own family over Steve? Especially when her family is her pack. Aren't wolves supposed to stick with the pack and follow their alpha?

If so, why did she go against them? For Steve? What had happened in that time space for her to have gotten so protective of Steve. Not to mention she came to his rescue when that punk had been beating Steve up.

We were currently in the medical tent, my thoughts had consumed me so thoroughly that I hadn't heard a word Steve had said.

"Hello? Buck? You in there?" Steve said moving his hand back and forth in front of my face.

"What punk?"

"You spaced out on me there Bud."

"What were you saying Steve?"

"Just that, I feel like we shouldn't have left her. I should have carried Darcy. I mean it was my fault she was there in the first place." Steve sighed running a hand through his hair.

"Me too punk, me too. Even though I was mainly focused on getting you outta there. I still feel bad." I hugged looking at my hands, all the while fumbling them.

Just then Agent Carter came in the tent in a hurry. She looked shaken up and out of it.

"Can we help you ma'am?" I asked her.

"Yes, in fact you can. Both of you. What say you, to another rescue mission?"

Steve smiled and said, "when do we leave?"

"Now. It's more of a retrieve, than a rescue, but if we wait any longer we may have to rescue her." She said smirking back at us as she walked ahead, exiting the tent with us following her trail.

We arrived at Starks personal tent.

"Stark! A word if you please!" She said outside of his tent.

"What? What is it?" He said coming out with shaving cream on his face and a razor blade in his hand.

"We need two of your best snowmobiles."

"And why is that?"

"Don't you notice anyone missing from the group?" She asked gesturing to herself, Steve, Stark, and I.

"Umm no?"

"Darcy didn't come back with them! We know her location but we have to get there quick. Chances are, soon we won't be the only ones to know her location. And if she gets in the hands of Hydra, do you want that on your shoulders?!" She huffed in annoyance.

"Oh uh right away, Agent Carter." He went back into his tent, and came back wearing a shirt and the shaving cream having disappeared.

He led us to a cartel of snowmobiles.

He picked out two of his finest and gave us the keys. Agent Carter Keyed in The coordinates of Darcy's location and soon after we were ready to go.

"Be careful soldiers. And come back in one piece, understood?" She asked mainly looking at Steve.

"Yes ma'am." I nodded with my signature smirk.

Good for you Steve, good for you! My best friend's finally got himself a girl.

"Will do Peggy, will do!" Steve said and with that we were off.

Speeding through the brisk cold air, making our way to our destination. I must admit I'm still quite angry at Darcy for lying to me about who she is. But that's no reason to ignore her safety. However she had her reason for not sharing who she truly was. My mind can't help but recall the first time we met all those years ago. She had saved Steve from a beating and taken it for him. Thankfully she only came out with a cut paw. It also explains why she was so tame and seemingly domesticated. I still didn't like her, but I do understand her reasoning.

Something must have happened for Steve to feel so close to her this much. Yeah she saved his ass a couple of times but that didn't seem to be why they were so close. I just don't understand. Steve refused to tell me anything about her other than what I already know. He said that she would tell me once we got her back.

"Bucky, you go right, I go left. We circle around to make sure we don't have incoming. Then you check on her and load her up. While I keep the perimeter!" Steve yelled over the engines of the snowmobiles.

"Gotcha! Don't do anything stupid!"

"Notta chance!" He called back.

We then split up and went different directions. I circled the perimeter once, twice, three times before I stopped the engine. And approached the area. It was a snowy clearing surrounded by trees. There were small corner stones in the shape of a circle. The trees around it corresponding with the stones. Each one having a different symbol on it. I carefully entered the runed circle of stones. I immediately felt a soft pain pulling at my skull. Images, flashes, of things I couldn't comprehend.

I saw a little girl with brown hair and beautiful forest green eyes. She was running in a forest, laughing as if she were being chased. I heard another laugh. This one sounding like a young boy. Suddenly the perspective changes. I'm seeing through her eyes. It's a young boy looking to be a few years younger than her.

"Come on Nate! Catch me if you can!" She laughed looking back briefly before turning back around continuing her run.

"I'm gonna get you Ray!" The little boy laughed.

Then the scenery changed. They were a couple years older now. Another child had joined them. She had red orange hair and hazel/blue eyes. She had a few freckles here and there. The mood of the scene was grim.

"I just can't believe it. Darcy.... she's gone... she's not coming back." Said the red head.

"Iris don't say that we don't know for sure if she's dead!" The boy said.

"DONT YOU THINK I KNOW THAT?! DONT YOU THINK I KNOW THAT AUNT MAGGIE ISNT COMING BACK!" Darcy yelled at them, tears bursting through her eyes.

The girl had opened her mouth to speak but the scene changes once more.

Now there she was, a teenager, Darcy standing on a hill overlooking a town that had been set ablaze. Her brother Nate, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"There's nothing you could have done. You didn't know..."

"I may not have known what I was capable of, but it was still I, who did it..." she said over her shoulder as she looked back to the town. Tears streaming down her cheeks as the town was burning and smoke filled the air.

The girl she had called Iris came into view and said, "Come on Darcy, you didn't know... you were scared. That man was going to... to... hurt you. You couldn't have known that a scream would cause such destruction......"

Iris hugged her from behind.

The scene changed again and Darcy was walking down what seemed to be the streets of Brooklyn. She was an adult now and she seemed to be looking for someone. The sound of grunts and smacks could be heard from a back alley nearby. She has decided to go investigate. She saw Steve getting his ass handed to him. She huffed and shook her head.

She then shifted and began stalking her way to the alley. She came out of the shadows and scared the guy off. It was like I could hear her thoughts.

She looked into Steve's eyes. And something happened. It looked like a streak of electricity had tethered her heart to Steve. Like some kind of bond. Then she saw me come out and into the alley. She growled at me. And then she looked into my eyes. She immediately stopped and just stared. There seemed to be good flecks of dust beginning to swirl around us as I came closer. It was like only she could see it. The stars seemed to reflect in my eyes. As she gazed into them.

Her heart began shining gold as I got as close to her as I could. Her mind seemed to connect two and two. As two thoughts ran through her mind. She had just cast a shadow and found her light-haven at the same time.

I had come back to reality with a sharp gasp, still trying to decipher what had just happened. I heard soft winters coming from her. I soon went back to the task at hand. Getting Darcy out of there and into safety.

I lifted her into my arms carefully. And placed her in my lap between me and the snowmobile. I signaled to Steve that we were ready to head out. He signaled back saying 'copy that'.

I smiled as I saw her tail wag slightly at being in my lap, as we left behind those Winter Ruins....

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