#james barnes soulmate au

[saltsicklover]

I've Always Dreamt of You (Unknown Soulmate AU) 

Part One: Blue

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader 

Word Count: 3365

Rating: T

Warnings: Drinking, Swearing, mention of Blood, mention of Vomit, Mention of Character Death.

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The way Icarus dreamt of flight doesn't even come close to rivaling the way I dream of him. I can still feel the touch of his hands on the cold of my skin, fingertips warming trails like tepid wax down the plains of my neck, dripping from the hallows of my collarbones and down my chest like a whisper. 

He first came to me in glimpses, blurry and burned around the edges. Teasing my senses, never allowing me to catch more than just a piece or two before he faded away again, my heart leaping from my chest and jolting me awake. I guess, over all of these years, I still haven't been able to piece a full picture of him together in my mind. 

He has been visiting my dreams since I was sixteen. He's always been there, in my mind's eye as I drift each night; his presence, his touch. Then, slow and treacherous, fragments started breaking through the darkness of my mind. Every image, sound, scrape of skin against mine seemed to disappear upon awaking, but as the years passed, they lingered like tart whiskey and the stench of cherry cigars. 

I remember the first time I saw something I could recall about him for more than a few minutes upon waking; the color of his eyes, ocean salt blue and trench deep. I began seeing that color everywhere, in the depths of the sky and the cold water beneath my feet as I sat on the bank of the creek listening to the songs of sparrows. 

The color was the only thing that stuck with me for three years; over the time I collected a list of items in the same color, pieces of him that snuck into the real world. Bluebells and feathers, trinkets from nature. I saw it in the jack of my playing cards and the paint of my neighbors truck. I felt like the color was surrounding me, and I welcomed it because I craved him, devouring each sliver I could find, worried that if I continued to let him slip through my fingers I'd never have a complete picture. 

The next time I saw something I could remember, I was nineteen. Bloodied hands never left my brain. The image haunted me like an apparition. The way the crimson leaked down his palms made my stomach twist, queasy and aching. The way his veins bulged beneath his pale skin and the callouses marking themselves over experienced hands. The fact that his hands never quite matched each other, like they weren't both flesh and blood made my stomach turn. 

I vomited the morning after that dream. 

Today I am twenty six and the broken images of him still leak though my subconscious into my conscious mind, interrupting my work day. Sometimes I can smell the strong scent of his cologne in the air, or feel the brush of his fingertips on my skin, up and down my arm. I try to push all the thoughts away, turning back to the files set out on my desk. I scan over the lines again and again but none of the words seem to stick in my head and at this rate, if I can't finish payroll I'm screwed. 

Yet, the only thing I can think of is the bit I saw of him last night, a new bit this time. The faintest five o'clock shadow surrounding desert rose brushed lips. I can almost remember him speaking to me, and the way his tongue would dart out of his mouth to run over his bottom lip, but all of the details are much too disjointed and blurry. 

Most of the encounters I have of him are lovely. Going to sleep and dreaming of him, his hands, his touch, the feeling of occupying the same space; it feels like coming home. He never ages, and the changes that come are small, few and far between. 

He seems to be a combination of both hell and heaven and I am painfully torn between them, the waking hours like hell with the inability to conjure up his image or the feeling of his presence, body pressed up against my own- but at night, whether it be called a dream or heaven, he is there in front of me, and I don't need to see him to know the way me soul yearns for him. 

Lately, he has been coming in flashes- even while I am awake. I can see the the crinkle of skin around the corner of his eyes when he squints. I get hit with whiffs of cologne and the smell of conditioned leather. I feel a cold finger run it's way down the side of my arm, from shoulder to elbow; the whole ordeal making my hair stand on end, goosebumps encapsulating my skin. 

The shrill ringing of the phone manages to pull me from my thoughts, I clear my throat before answering. "Hello, thank you for calling Charred Ambrosia, how can I help you?" I ask over the loud music that is rumbling through the walls.  Seven in the evening on a Thursday night and people are already starting their weekend off at the bar, my bar. 

"Hey, Scooter, is that you?" A smooth voice asks through the crackling of the land line. I grimace at the nickname but a smile still tugs at the corner of my lips. I've always hated the fact that I like the nickname, but I could never tell Scott that I do in fact like it- couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing. 

"Hello, Scott, yeah, it's me. What's up?" I question, pulling the coils of the phone cord through my fingers, letting each one of them bounce carefully through my fingertips. 

"You keeping busy tonight, or do a few friends need to stop by to keep you company?" He jests, I can hear the joy leaking through the line. I roll my eyes, though he can't see. 

"We are plenty busy, thank you very much. But I wouldn't say no to seeing you, or your friends, you know that," I inform him, closing the paperwork in front of me. I slap the pen on top of the files, creating a problem for future me. 

"Happy to hear it, Scooter, because some new work friends and I are on the way over right now. You better be behind the bar when we get there!" The line goes dead and I can't help but laugh before setting down the receiver. I head out of the office and head back behind the bar, attempting to make myself as busy as possible as I wait for Scott and his buddies to get in. 

After a handful of checked ID's and served drinks later, Scott comes barreling into the bar, his throng of friends in tow. They stick out against the regulars, their eyes too trained, movements calculated as they position themselves with their backs to the wall. Maybe old habits die hard, or maybe it's because they've come close to death one too many times not to play it overly safe; it's like their scapula's are drawn to the studs in the walls. 

Scott pushes up to the bar, his mudslide iris's bleeding with light unbridled joy just as they always do. A wide smile adorns his face, cheeks beginning to go red. He slides himself into a barstool, the rest of his friends confining themselves to a booth against the far side of the bar. 

"Hey Scotty, what can I get you?" I ask, running the towel in my hand over the counter in front of him. I try and return the smiles he gives me but I know it doesn't quite crest over my eyes. If Scott notices, he doesn't say anything. 

"A round of tequila shots for the table, so that will be six please, Scooter," He taps his hands against the warn and scratched surface of the bar top as he speaks. I swear I have never seen Scott not fidget. 

"If I counted right when you came in, there is only five of you," I chuckle, pulling the shot glasses out from underneath the bar. I line them up carefully before pulling out the salt to rim each glass. Scott furrows a brow at me before turning back to his group of friends to count. I can't help but laugh as he counts each of them on his fingers. 

"Oh right!" He exclaims, turning back to face me, "Bucky isn't here yet, but he will be, so six shots please." I roll my eyes but rim one more shot glass with salt before putting a wedge of lime on each of them. 

"Go sit with your friends, Scotty, I'll bring these over when they're ready," I inform him, shooing him away with a wave of my hand. He goes to protest but keeps quiet when I raise my eyebrows at him. He knows better than to challenge me, especially after all of our years of  friendship. Scott wanders over to his friends and I pour each shot before placing them carefully on a tray. I pull the tray carefully from the bar before rounding the corner to their table. 

"Good evening, gentleman and Wanda, how are we this evening?" I ask, a smile spreading over my lips. I have met only Wanda, which happened to be by complete accident when she came into the bar with her brother, Pietro, when they were still new in town. She came around a lot after his passing and we became friends somewhere between then and now. 

I know of the men sitting with Scott, being that they are Avengers, but I haven't met them officially. The large blond sitting next to Scott cracks a shy smile, sending a look my way and the older man next to him shoots a knowing glance across the table towards Wanda. He earns a hard elbow to the ribs from the black man sitting on his other side. I pretend not to notice as I place the shots down in front of them. 

"I'm Steve," The blond speaks as he looks up at me from his seat, "We've heard so much about you, from Scott, it's nice to finally meet you," 

"Hello Steve, it's nice to meet you as well. Thank you guys for coming in to visit little ol' me," I chuckle, tucking my tray under my arm. I lean into Scott's shoulder with my hip, bumping him playfully. 

"Scooter, this is Clint, Sam, and you know Wanda," Scott introduces the rest of the group, each of them nodding and offering a kind smile. 

"What brings you guys to this little hole-in-the-wall this evening?" I question, my eyes roaming around the table. 

"Scott says you make the best drinks," Sam answers as he spins his shot carefully on the table.

"And we wanted to meet you! Sometimes it's nice to talk to normal people, you know?" Steve speaks and I can't help but laugh at his choice of words. Scott laughs too, tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes. 

"Normal people what's that supposed to mean?" I jest, looking Steve dead in the face. A blush beings to form under his collar, spreading up his neck and over his face quickly like a wildfire taking over. 

"You know, civilians, not super people, just normal!" Steve tries to save the interaction but the blond next to him, Clint, shoves an elbow into his ribs again. 

"Quit while you're ahead," He mutters, a grin pulling at the corners of his lips. Steve just slouches down a bit in his seat, trying to make himself disappear into the upholstery. 

"Don't worry about it, I'm just fuckin' with you, that's all," I chide. The group erupts into laughter, and I can't help but feel grateful that Scott drug his friends here tonight. All of this is better than trying, and failing, to fill out paperwork. "Scotty told me you have another friend joining you this evening, is that right?" 

"Yeah, Bucky should be here any moment," Sam informs me, checking his watch for good measure. 

"Well, considering the fact that he is late, I think this shot here belongs to me," I pick up the glass carefully, taking the lime off the rim. "Shall we?" I ask and each person grabs a shot. 

"To drinking with normal people!" Scott toasts, shooting a wink in my direction. A chuckle escapes my lips as I tap the bottom of my glass against the table before bringing it to my lips. I lick the salt off the rim quickly before taking the shot. The alcohol isn't as unpleasant as it could have been, but I hastily shove the lime into my mouth anyway. 

"I don't think I'm meant for shots," Wanda grimaces, shaking her heads. Her body vibrates, goosebumps pilling over her skin as she shoves the shot glass away from her on the table. 

"I don't blame you," Sam laughs, the sound full and rich coming from his lips. It makes me smile.

 It's nice having actual joy radiating through the bar. More often than not, there is always someone here drinking away some sort of grief or thought they cannot outrun. Others are here to get into some trouble or someone else's bed for the night. Joy seems to be in short supply and I try and soak it in as Scotty and his friends laugh whole heartedly. 

I let my eyes run around the group once more, the hodgepodge of personalities seem to coexist is a natural nature I've never seen from a group before. Each one seeming to compliment another, the group more tight knit than most I have ever seen. The pure definition of chosen family. When I zone back into the conversation, they are making bets of if their friend Bucky is even going to show.  

"He is definitely coming," Steve assures the group, rubbing at the crease in his forehead. He looks tense, like he is trying to convince himself with his words. 

"I doubt it. You know he never leaves his apartment," Sam counters. 

"Shall I get another round?" I ask, placing each of the empty glasses on the tray. I am looking for an escape from what seems to be a tense conversation forming. 

"Yeah, I'll come with you!" Scott smile, looking a little uneasy about the group conversation. We walk back to the bar, Scott following close behind me until I round the corner.

"Same thing? Shots? Or would you guys like something else?" I question, moving each of the empty glasses over to the sink. He orders beers on tap, the local stuff the team came to try. It's apple forward and sweet, pouring the drinks makes me wish I could have one myself. 

"How have you been Scooter? How's your Dad?" Scott asks, plopping himself down one of the tall stools. He shoots me one of those looks, like he is trying to get into my head and dig around. 

"Are you asking or is it just an opener for the question you really want to ask me?" I set two of the freshly poured drinks on the tray before grabbing another glass. 

"Well, I do want to know how you and your Dad are. But I guess I'm really asking, how have you been lately? Any new dreams?" He doesn't quite meet my eyes at the last part, instead opting to look over my shoulder at the rows of liquor behind me. I curse under my breath, wishing my Father had never told Scott about my dreams in the first place. 

"I am doing fine. Dad is still in prison, just where he was when you got out. You know that. But I do get letters and he assures me that he is doing well. He misses you." I tell him, working on the fifth drink. "I still have dreams. Lately, though, it feels like he is coming in flashes and feelings even while I'm awake. I can't shake the feeling of his fingertips on my skin," I shiver at the thought. My voice comes out somewhere between longing and desperate but Scott doesn't let his face faulter. "But I am all good, Scotty, I promise. I just wish I could figure out if there is something more significant here or if I am meant to be tortured by this phantom my whole life," I place the last drink on the tray, smiling sadly at Scott. 

Scott leans across the bar, taking my hand with his. "You know if there was anything I could do, I would," He reassures me, his thumb running over my knuckles. "I know you don't want to talk about it anymore, and I said I wouldn't, but I'm sure if you came by the facility Bruce would run some tests-" I cut him off with a tight squeeze to his hand. 

"Scott, I know you are concerned, and I really appreciate it, but," I shake my head at him, my hair falling into my face, "I am perfectly okay. I don't want to be poked and prodded just to find nothing. Plus, they are just dreams, very vivid dreams," I say in an attempt to sound convincing and I squeeze his hand for good measure, but I know he doesn't believe me. Hell, I don't believe myself.

He drops the whole thing and I pull my hand from his. "Lets get these over to your friends, huh?" I grab the tray and pull it carefully from the table. Scott nods at me, leading the way back to the corner of the bar where his friends sit. When the table comes into view, there is a large man sitting in the chair Scott was sitting in previously. His hair is dark, cut short around the sides but the top is longer, tousled back away from his face. A well worn leather jacket is slung over the back of his chair. 

Scott scoots into the wrap around booth, sitting himself down next to Wanda. I move next to the mystery man, who no doubt is Bucky, the friend they have been waiting on. Scott is to my right. I Bucky's face is obscured by the tray of beers in my hand. I begin sliding each person at the table a beer, the honey colored liquid sloshing around in each of the glasses as they slide across the table. 

I grab the last drink in my hand before tucking the tray under my arm. I turn to look at Bucky, a smile on my face- one that quickly melts into a look of surprise and absolute bewilderment when his eyes meet mine- no one else seems to notice the glint of recognition that flashes through his eyes and mine. The cool blue of his irises send a volt of electricity through me and the beer in my hand quickly slips from my grip, the glass shattering when it hits the floor. 

That shade of blue- somewhere between cerulean and slate- hits me for the first time outside of my subconscious and the color is beyond entrancing. Everyone around us seems to jump and begin asking if everything is alright, but I am stuck in the depths of his eyes and the way they seem to glimmer in the low amber light of the bar. 

He looks at me too, in a way no one has ever quite looked at me before; like he could see right past the flesh and blood of my being, straight into my soul. A small smile blooms over his lips, dusty rose and plump. I drag my bottom lip between my teeth as my eyes dart back up to his. 

Scott grabs me around my upper arms, moving me a couple of steps back away from the broken glass that now decorates my floor with sharp slivers. 

"Scooter, what the hell was that?" He asks me, stepping into my field of view, blocking Bucky and I's shared eye contact. "You look like you've seen a ghost!" 

"More like a dream," I whisper, "Maybe a nightmare."

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[lives-in-midgard]

My Soulmate

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: After years of not knowing your soulmate you finally find him.

Word Count: 1.232

A/N: Hey everyone! This has been in my drafts for a while now and this is my first time writing for a soulmate AU, so I hope you like it!

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In the world you live, people believe in soulmates, not only do they believe in soulmates. They are real! Because when you are in the same room as your soulmate you get a tattoo with his or her initials on your wrist. Some people get them when they are 5 years, some when they are 13 years, some with 18 and then there is you who still hasn’t gotten yours. Every day you see people with their soulmate being happy and your friends ask you so often if you have one but you always have to shake your head and say no. After so many years of hoping that you’ll find yours, you started to think that maybe you don’t have one. Or maybe your soulmate lives in another country or died. Or maybe your soulmate wouldn’t like you? Everything is possible you thought. So many different scenarios were going through your head at some days. But what you didn’t know was that you’ll meet your soulmate very soon.

It started as a normal day. Before work you drove to your favorite coffee shop to pick up a coffee to go and drive to work. You walked in and ordered your coffee.

“Like always?” The friendly worker asked, and you nodded. While you waited for your coffee, you looked around and saw a few familiar faces but also two guys with caps and glasses on you haven’t seen before. You didn’t know why but they looked like they didn’t want to get recognized. You took a closer look at the blonde one and he kinda looked familiar, but you didn’t know why. Then you could see how the guy with the blonde hair showed the other one with brown hair something on his phone. Then you heard him laughing and wow he had a beautiful smile you thought.

“Your coffee is ready y/n.” You turned around and looked away from these two handsome men.

“Thank you.” You said with a smile and turned around. When you walked out you walked past the men, and the brown haired one smiled at you. You smiled back and said “Hi” to him. Then you walked out to your car. In your car you took a sip from your coffee and then started to drive away. While driving you somehow looked at your wrist and saw three initials on it.

“Oh my god.” You said to yourself and looked back at the street again. Then you looked for a parking lot and saw one near you. After you parked the car, you took a closer look of your tattoo.

J.B.B.

Who could that be? How long do you have it? It must have happened when you were in the coffee shop, right? But there were only people who were there often and who you knew. Wait! You took a deep breath. There were two guys that you saw for the first time. It had to be one of those guys! But who? And what is his name?

You couldn’t believe that you just really found your soulmate! But how can you see him again? Will you even ever see him again?

Your mind started to go crazy with so many questions going through your head. When you suddenly realized why you where there. You were about to drive to work. You looked at your clock and saw that you only have a few minutes left. You looked at the tattoo for the last time. And when you ran your finger over the initials a smile escaped you.

“J.B.B.” You whispered to yourself and smiled.

Your best friend from work immediately knew that something happened when she saw your smile. You showed her your wrist and told her that you think that it must be one of those guys you saw. She said that she will try to help you find him, but you only knew how he looked like and his initials. It’s nearly impossible to find him. But your friend assured you that you will find him.

The same time you found your tattoo was also the same time Bucky discovered his. He couldn’t believe what he saw. He thought he didn’t have one, especially after Hydra. Or that you lived back in the 40s and he couldn’t meet you because of what had happened. Bucky showed it to Steve, and he got so excited for his best friend because he knew how Bucky was feeling about it. For Bucky it was even harder to guess who you could be because he never went to that coffee shop before, and it could be anyone there. But somehow Bucky always had to think of you. He only saw you for a few seconds, but he remembered you with your beautiful smile and the shy little “hi” you said to him. Bucky went back to that coffee shop almost every day in the hope to find you there. You two always missed each other sometimes only for a few minutes. But Bucky didn’t give up.

Days and even weeks passed, and you didn’t see your soulmate again. But you didn’t lose hope that you will find him again. You walked into the coffee shop like almost every day and ordered your coffee. Then you went back to your car, you wanted to drive home after that hard day at work. You were about to open the car door when suddenly someone behind you shouted.

“Hey, I think you dropped something.” You heard and turned around. You couldn’t believe who you saw, it was the brown haired one, you saw weeks ago. The one who could be your soulmate. He was holding your bracelet in his hand.

“Oh, yes that’s mine. Thank you so much.” You said while he walked over to you.

“No problem.” He said and smiled at you.

“Oh, hey it’s you.” Bucky said with excitement when he got near you.

“You remember me?”

“Of course, I do. How could I forget that beautiful smile.” Bucky said and made you blush.

“Oh, your bracelet.” Bucky held out your bracelet.

“Would you put it on me, please.”

“Sure.” When Bucky put it on your wrist you noticed that his left arm was of a black metal. You didn’t have much time to think about that because then he started to introduce himself.

“I’m Bucky Barnes.” Wait? Bucky Barnes? You must have heard of him before.

“Do…you maybe have a second name too?” You nervously asked and he looked kinda confused why you wanted to know that.

“I have, but why-” Bucky got nervous, so you decided to tell him why.

“Because my name is Y/n l/n.” You said and then showed Bucky the tattoo on your wrist. He looked at the tattoo and then back to you. Then Bucky turned his right arm to you, and you saw your name on it.

“You are …. We are.” Bucky started to say.

“Soulmates.” You both said at the same time and chuckled. Then Bucky moved closer to you and tucked a hair behind your ear.

“I know this might be too soon, but you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.” Bucky said and looked into your eyes to see if you want that kiss too. You smiled at him and made the last step that was between the two of you.

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[sunnysideprincess]

"-said he don't negotiate with terrorists." "Well, lets send the boy back in a casket. Maybe he'll care then."

The boy, eight years old and soon to be nine, scuttles fast from the door and hits the dusty, moldy mattress. He chokes his own hiccups under his palm and fights tears like his father always asks him to. He waits, impatiently, patiently-he cannot decide-for the door to open.

It doesn't.

The men pass by his prison and the boy breaks into dry, heaving sobs.

Stark men are made of iron, he whispers in between his broken gasps and then again just to make the phrase stick. He falls asleep still chanting it. But dreams of his mother's gentle fingers combing through his hair.

Bucky wakes up and slams down on the floor, his hind numb from the cold and hand still wrapped up in bandages.

"Bucky?"

"Go back to sleep," he tells little Stevie, who has gotten the worst case of sniffles. Bucky's maa says it would be a miracle if he lasts through his winter. But she was smiling when she said it, sorta hopeful and she does still believe in a god.

Bucky doesn't. He has seen enough on the streets to know God doesn't turn around in this corner.

Stevie grumbles but turns in the bed. The bed, because Bucky gets the springy rickety cot.

It hurts his back.

But little Stevie needs his rest more.

It isn't until he's shifting his sheet again that it hits him. The dream was not a dream at all.

It was his first vision.

A sneak peek into his soulmate's life.

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[imwall-e]

A CHOICE TO MAKE

Paiting : Bucky x Reader

Warning : soulmate AU, fluff, angst

Word count : 2047

READER POV

At the age of one, small letters appeared on your left wrist : the initials of your soulmate. It has been like this for everyone over the centuries. Your parents were no exceptions, destined to be together. Their lives sealed by ink on the skin. However, that didn't stop them from fighting over and over again. Tearing themselves apart before your eyes every day, even to the point of forgetting your presence. When you were eight, they filed for divorce and left you with your Aunt Emilia.

From that moment on, you refused to believe in this absurd soulmate story, wearing a bandage that Emilia changed every day to hide the initials. After a while, you stopped remembering which letters were engraved.

As years went by, you stayed with your aunt. Your parents never came back. Never called you. If that was what love looked like, you didn't want it. You didn't want to be abandoned, to have your heart broken by anyone else.

As you grew up, drawing became your one true love. Your aunt taught you and you were really good at it. Studies have never interested you. So, when you finished high school, you joined your aunt in running her clothing boutique. She made everything herself and taught you everything you needed to know. Thanks to her talents and yours, the store flourished. You even had the opportunity to partner with a few well-known brands.

About your sentimental life, you finally decided to give it a chance. After all, your parents were probably an exception. Unfortunately, the few relationships you had failed. Either because you were too scared, or because you couldn't ignore the men's wrist : it was never your initials. And the main reason was that not many people wanted to be in a relationship with someone they knew wasn't their soulmate. As a result, you were still single at the age of 28.

You wanted to find love, but you still refused to look at your wrist. To avoid thinking about what you would never have, you worked relentlessly. After a busy day, you liked to go to your favorite café. It was open all night, which was perfect because you were more productive at night. Sometimes you even spent the night there. During another evening, you settled in with a café au lait in hand. You were concentrating on a new summer dress project and hadn't heard the stranger arrive.

BUCKY POV

It was another sleepless night for Bucky. It has been like that since Hydra. His dreams always turning into nightmares. He'd got into the habit of wandering around at night. It helped him to calm his mind. Steve, his best friend, had advised him to go out and explore. « It helped him when I woke up in the 21st century, » he had told him, before going back to the 40s.

Bucky was walking through the streets. Night had already fallen but New-York was called « the city that never sleeps » for a reason : there was always activity even at night. Yet, he still managed to find a quiet place in a small street. A café opened 24/7.

When he entered, a little bell announced his arrival. The owner was behind the counter, and greeted him with a smile. Bucky ordered a cup of black coffee. All the tables were free, except one. The young woman sitting by the window was wearing glasses, a computer in front of her, a pen in her hands and notebooks spread out on two tables.

He decided to approach her. After all, why not try to make new friends ? Plus, she was really pretty. He took his café and headed towards her.

« Is this place available ?, » he asked. But she didn't answer, her mind way too focused on her drawings. Bucky tried again and this time she jumped. « I'm sorry, » he quickly added, « I didn't mean to scare you. »

« No, it's fine. I was just working and sometimes I just don't pay attention to my surroundings, » she said, putting her things away to make room for him. While she was doing that, Bucky noticed the bandage on her wrist and wondered why. That made him think about his left arm, the metal one, hidden under his leather jacket, his hand under a glove. He couldn't remember the letters. And almost all pictures from his previous life had disappeared, making it impossible to find out. However, this wouldn't be useful. His soulmate must be dead by now. He was still alive, but love was dead for him.

READER POV When the man's voice finally reached your ears, you got scared because usually there weren't a lot of people in the café late at night, and no one talked to you because you were always busy. Your eyes met his blue ones, and it was like looking to the sky after a storm.

Instinctively, you looked at his wrist which was hidden under his clothes. It scared you and reassured you at the same time. Maybe he was like you. Maybe he didn't want to know either.

« My name is Bucky, » he said, holding out his hand for you to shake. You shyly took it, giving him your name. You sat, facing each other. He was interested in your drawings, and you told him about your job and the store you ran with your aunt.

« Do you also design men's clothes ?, » he asked, looking at your different drawings.

« No, I never tried to be honest. We also were never asked to do them, so I only created them for women. But, why not, that could be fun and we would reach more people. »

You continued talking and around 1 a.m, Bucky invited you for a walk through the city. « The night is still young, and I feel like none of us is tired… but only if you want of course, » he was scratching the back of his neck and his cheeks took a pink shade. He was nervous.

« It's okay, » you genuinely smiled at him, « I'd love to. » He looked relieved.

« I'm sorry, it has just been a long time since I invited a woman somewhere. If you feel uncomfortable of course, I won't bother you ! » He looked so nervous, it was cute.

« Bucky, it's fine. You're just talking like you are really old, » you chuckled.

« Well, let's talk about that while we're walking. »

While you were walking through the streets of New-York, Bucky told you about his life. The 40s, the war, Hydra, waking up to the 21st century. When you asked why he was telling you all of this, he said : « because it's not everyday that I can talk about my own story. Usually people learn from the Internet, and it's not the same. » He also explained that he was scared, because he knew that he was going to spend the rest of his life without a woman by his side. His soulmate was in the past, and he was here.

« I think that isn't true. Love can't only be defined by a tattoo. And if you really believed what you just said, you wouldn't be here with me. »

He stopped, taking your hand. « You seem angry. » You didn't answer. « I saw that you were hiding the letter, why ? You could look for your soulmate and be happy. »

« Because I don't believe in it. I don't want this fucking inscription to tell me who I have to love. » He told you about his story, so you did the same. He didn't judge you, instead he understood. « Come on old man, » you didn't want to talk about this anymore, « let's forget this soulmate thing and enjoy our night together. »

« Follow me, » he said, taking your hand, « I know a nice spot. »

Bucky took you to a building, using the elevator to get to the roof. He asked you to close your eyes and you opened them when you felt the wind on your face. The view was beautiful : you could see the lights of the town, some of them coming from windows. Looking at the sky, you were able to see a few stars. It was silent, the sound of the city seemed far away.

You looked back at Bucky who was smiling. He took his jacket off, revealing the metal arm. « Dance with me », he said. And you accepted, taking his hand.

« Where did you learn how to dance ?, » you asked, letting him guide you.

« My mom taught me, » you briefly saw sadness in his eyes but his smile was stronger. « I'm glad I didn't forget. »

You both stayed like that for a long time. No words were required. You could have stayed like that for the rest of the night, when it started to rain. « I should take you back to your place, » Bucky broke the comfortable silence.

"Wait, » you begin. « I.. I always wanted to have a kiss under the rain. » You could feel your cheeks burning. But you had to try because there was something different about him. Because he had no letters. Because maybe you had a chance. Because maybe life was easier this time.

He took your face in his big hands, and gently kissed you. The rain fell harder and harder, it was cold on your hot skin. But Bucky didn't stop and you didn't want him to. Nothing mattered but you and him.

Later, he took you to your place. And you both knew that even if it was the end of the night it was the beginning of a life together.

3 years later

It was a beautiful rainy day. The dark clouds were reflected in the lake. The reception room was decorated with blue flowers. People were talking as they were waiting for you. In a few minutes it would be your moment. One of the most important in your life.

Emilia helped you with the final touches. She noticed that you still had a bandage around your wrist. « You should remove it now, » she gently said. Bucky has often told you the same, he didn't care about what would be written on it.

« I'm scared, I don't want to ruin this day by seeing another man's letter. Only Bucky matters now. »

« Then, you won't pay attention to it. Trust me, take it off. » You looked into her eyes. You knew you could trust her, as always. With trembling hands and your heart beating loudly, you removed what was covering your skin. And you saw.

J. B. B.

Tears were rolling down your cheeks. Your aunt read the letters and smiled. « What is so funny ? » you asked.

« Honey, I remember the initials from before you decided to forget them. I even have a picture on which you can read them. I'm always keeping it in my wallet, in case you wanted to see it one day. » She handed you the picture, a younger version of yourself was smiling, waving at the camera. You took a look at this small hand.

S. G. R

« I don't… » But you didn't have the time to finish your sentence. The music started. It was time to go. You took your aunt's arm so she could walk you down the aisle. When Bucky saw you, he was amazed. Your dress was beautiful, and you had designed it yourself. He couldn't wait to say the words that would unite the both of you forever.

« Remember, » Emilia told you in the middle of the aisle, « your life isn't determined by letters, but by your choices. » You couldn't ask her any questions as you were already in front of Bucky. Looking into his perfect blue eyes, you remembered what you said a few minutes ago : Only Bucky matters now.

You looked again at the letters and realized that you were going to marry your soulmate, because it was your choice.

I hope you loved this soulmate OS! Tell me what you think in the comments !

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Bucky Barnes Soulmate au

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I'm looking for a fic... again 😅

It's a Bucky Barnes x Reader Soulmate AU, where everyone has like mini dragons that are like their familiars. Reader and her friends go on a road trip, and reader has both her and Bucky's dragons I think? Bucky's dragon drags reader because he can sense bucky or smth and finds him and knocks him over and its a funny kinda sort but not really meet cute.

Edit: it’s been found. It’s Howlite and Hearts by @authoressskr

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Hey guys, so my insta imsebastiansta.n was deleted bc I was apparently ‘impersonating’ Seb when I stated many times I was a fan page but it is what it is.

I made a new account, it’s adorablebucky if you’d like to follow me.

Unfortunately though, my acc was deleted before I could save any of my old posts so I have no idea where I left off on my Bucky story 😩

On the bright side, I can start from scratch and I’ll be more active this time round.

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[multi-fandom-oneshots]

What Souls Are Made Of (Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis Soulmate AU)

A/N: Not betta’d, not proof read. 

Soulmate Identifying Marks: the first words your soulmate speaks to you are tattooed on your skin. 

Darcy frequented coffee shops almost every day. She always ordered an iced coffee, no matter the weather. In the 100 degree New Mexico heat or in the middle of a New York blizzard, never did she order a hot coffee. The reason for this quirk of hers? She didn’t want to scald her soulmate when she inevitably spilt coffee on them.  Her soulmark, black script under her left clavicle, written with a penmanship that Darcy was awed over were the words “It’s okay Sweetheart, I didn’t like this suit anyways.” She wasn’t one hundred percent sure that she’d meet her soulmate at a coffee shop, but that was the only logical explanation for how Darcy would ruin someone’s outfit, so she kept her fingers crossed and set aside an astronomical coffee allowance each month. When Darcy moved into the tower, Jane always teased her for bothering to walk the six blocks to the nearest coffee shop when Avengers Tower had it’s own coffee place only a few floors below them. She just always stuck out her tongue out at her best friend/boss on the way out the door.  

Bucky didn’t have a soulmate back in the 40s. He was a blank, just like Steve, it was one of the reasons he and the punk bonded the way they did; they only had each other.  Throughout his time as The Asset, he couldn’t remember ever realizing he had a mark. When your brain is being frozen and thawed over and over, memories turn into a haze of confusion. When he finally had come back to himself, falling from the Triskelion he filed it away for later, not wanting to think about the fact that he had a soulmate. Finally when his running was over, when he had obliterated every hidden Hydra base he had memory of, he found a safe house in the middle of nowhere and tried to put the pieces of his soul back together. His soulmark scared him, it rocked him to his core. Their placement wasn’t lost on him, words scrawled down his right forearm, his dominant hand, the hand he always shot with “You’re covered in blood”. He was terrified that somehow Hydra would find him, turn him back into their weapon, that the Soldier would meet his mate first, and he had no doubt of what the Soldier would do. Their inky black letters were the only reassurance Bucky had that he hadn’t already met them. That his soulmate was out there somewhere, alive and well. He prayed to a god he didn’t believe in, hoping he’d never meet them. 

—

Bucky hated going to his therapy sessions, he hated having to go meet with a government appointed shrink who he knew was more worried about cataloging every detail about his time with Hydra than they were helping him heal. But it was a requirement of his freedom, that he meet with a shrink once a month, to prove he was making progress, that he was no longer the monster he once was. He scoffed sardonically at the thought, he knew better. He would always be the monster they made him, it was always lurking in the back of his mind, waiting. But he pretended, he put on the black suit in his closet, showed up and told them what they wanted to hear, that he was cured, no longer the weapon he had been, trying to believe the lies himself. This day was no different, he was leaving Dr. Adam’s office blocks away from the tower and trying to calm himself. He counted to 10, breathing in and out slowly, trying to make the anger boiling up in him subside. He was tired of jumping through hoops, putting on the stupid government monkey suit, sitting through an interrogation every month. He still wasn’t free, not really, he had just traded one handler for another, no matter how Dr. Adams had tried to spin it. His head was spinning, he had to get away from the crowds and the noise on the street. He ducked into an alley, one he often used it to cut through to Stark’s gaudy building, ripping off his suit jacket and loosening his tie. He couldn’t breathe, he was suffocating. He started muttering to himself, repeating the grounding words Sam had taught him over and over again like a mantra. Bucky finally came back to himself, not knowing how much time had passed. His panic attacks always felt like they went on forever but usually they only lasted for a few minutes. They became shorter the more he used the techniques Sam had been teaching him. He ran his flesh hand over his face, wiping away the sheen of sweat that had appeared. Taking a deep breath he grabbed his phone out of his back pocket, glancing at the time, 2:08, he was late. He and Steve had planned to meet in the gym at 2:00. Working out and talking things out with Steve always helped after his therapy sessions. He cursed unlocking his phone to shoot Steve a text letting him know he was okay just running behind, when he heard a scream. 

——

Darcy knew a petite woman probably shouldn’t be cutting through alleys alone by themselves in New York City. It didn’t matter that it was the middle of the afternoon, nothing ever good happened in dark alleyways, even in downtown Manhattan. But she was running late, her favorite coffee place always closed at 2:30 for the afternoon, reopening around 5:00 pm for the after work crowd. She normally wouldn’t have cut it so close, but she and Jane had to catch a flight to New Mexico at 4:30, planning to observe a meteor shower in the middle of the desert, and she couldn’t miss it. According to Jane this shower only occurred once every 200 years, so she knew that if she was late Jane would kill her. Any sane person would just skip their coffee run, shrugging it off and go back tomorrow, but Darcy was not sane. What if today was the day she’d meet them? What if she didn’t go today and that was when fate had decided that it was time, and if she missed them what if she never got another chance? Meeting your soulmate was never a guarantee and Darcy was not taking any chances. So she prayed to Thor, shooting up a glance at the sky hoping Heimdall was watching and ducked into the alley. 

Darcy wasn’t stupid, she kept her head on a swivel, she was halfway through the alley. It was long, cutting her commute by two blocks but she had never had any issues before so she hoped she wouldn’t today.  She spotted the man sitting at the bottom of the fire escape before he saw her. He had a bottle of liquor in his hand, muttering to himself and then taking a deep swig from the bottle. She debated turning back, but something was nagging her to keep going. She stood up straighter, digging her hand into her messenger bag. She admonished herself when she realized in her haste leaving the lab that she had forgotten to make sure she had her taser. That would be the last time she let Stark tinker with her toys, her science bro hadn’t put it back in her bag like she had asked him to. But Darcy wouldn’t let herself panic, nothing had happened, she would just confidently walk past the man and be on her way. She suppressed her cringe when he noticed her walk by and catcalled her. She ignored him, head held high and increased her pace minutely. 

“I was talking to you, bitch!” The man yelled, getting up from the fire escape. 

Darcy knew she should’ve just kept walking, ignoring her indignation and keep her mouth shut, that would be the smart thing to do; but Darcy never considered herself smart. 

She turned back, outraged at the audacity at this man. “And I was ignoring you, bitch!”

“The fuck you just say to me?” The man yelled walking towards her before bracing himself on the railing of the fire escape, clearly drunk. 

“You heard me.” She said, turning and storming off, muttering about sexist repugnant assholes and their lack of respect. It was then when she was shoved from behind, slamming into the brick wall on her left. She let out a shout, she hadn’t heard the man come up behind her. She turned, laying a solid right hook into her assailant, she had been aiming for his jaw but she had underestimated how tall he was. The punch landed on his shoulder, making the man stagger back but it didn’t give her the advantage she needed. 

She was shoved again hard against the brick, her head slamming back into the brick with a crack. The man was right on top of her, pressing her against the wall. 

“You should watch your mouth Bitch. Wouldn’t want to piss off the wrong guy, never know what might happen. .” He sneered, pressing something cold into her abdomen, if she had to bet it was the end of a gun. 

She wanted to scream, to panic, to blindly lash out at her attacker but a voice sounding strangely like a certain red headed Russian she knew told her to be calm, to take stock of her position, analyze what assets she had to her advantage. Her arms weren’t pinned to her sides but there wasn’t anything within arms reach. She knew she didn’t have the strength to fight him off outright, so she decided that running was her only option. If she could get in a good strike or two and  then run, she should be able to escape and get help. She’d have to take him by surprise, but she could do it. 

“You’re right.” She spoke softly, slowly raising her hands to her sides in surrender. 

The man smiled “damn right, pretty girl like you shouldn’t talk like that, especially to a man.” He raised one hand to her face. 

Darcy tried not to flinch away, focusing on how the movement exposed his face to her. Now was her chance. Natasha always told her that the eyes were a weakness, that when cornered she should use any weakness her attacker had to her advantage. So she struck, using her sharp nails to her advantage, gouging at her assailants eyes. He screamed, automatically reaching up to protect his eyes. The sudden movement made her vision swim, she definitely had a concussion. She shoved him then, trying to get him off of her enough so she could escape but his weight mixed with her incoordination from her head injury made it so he didn’t move very much. He pushed her against the wall again, and Darcy fought, panic finally taking over. She kicked out blindly, hoping to knock him off balance so she could escape. 

She heard the gun go off before she registered the pain in her side. She slid down the wall, hands automatically going to where the bullet had lodge in her stomach. She watched her attacker run away, having enough energy to push the panic button hidden on her necklace as her vision grew black. 

— 

Bucky was running before he realized it, he was so focused on the man running out of the alley that he almost ran past her. She was slumped against the brick wall, one hand clutching her side, the other holding on a pendant around her neck. She seemed vaguely familiar but he was unsure where he had seen her before, if he actually knew her or if she was just a random face in the crowd. He shook his head, as if he could shake the feeling that he knew the woman bleeding in front of him. He knelt, laying her body flat, leaning over her to check for a pulse. She was breathing thankfully. He placed pressure on the wound with his metal hand and grabbed his phone out of his pocket with the other, dialing Steve and putting the phone up to his ear before applying pressure with the other hand. 

“Buck you’re—.” Steve answered but Bucky cut him off. 

“Track my location, I need medical, one civilian, gunshot wound to the lower left abdomen, I’m not far from the tower. 

Steve was gone, the voice of the Captain replacing him “Okay Bucky, they’re on the way, I’m headed your way too, ETA 2 minutes.” 

Bucky straightened his head where it had been cradling the phone, letting it fall to the ground. He didn’t know the woman bleeding underneath him, but he would save her, he needed to save her. 

—

An extreme jolt of pain brought Darcy back to consciousness. She moaned and opened her eyes, squinting against the sunlight. There was a man above her, she panicked momentarily before she realized it wasn’t the same man that attacked her. He was on the phone, she heard him talking frantically, calling someone for help. She studied the man before her, the figure was blurry but she could make out some of his features. He was handsome, striking blue eyes and beautiful brown hair that was tied back into a man bun. She didn’t normally like longer hair on men but he pulled it off. His hair style was a contrast against his outfit, he was wearing black pants and a white button-down shirt. It was a shame he was covered in blood, why was he bleeding?

“You’re covered in blood.” Darcy spoke, raising a weak hand to poke the man on the chest. Another wave of pain radiated from her side and that’s when she looked down, noticing the man had both hands pressed to her side. She frowned then, she was bleeding, why was she bleeding? She ruined this man’s nice outfit. Tears sprang to her eyes then, she hadn’t meant to ruin his suit. A part of her knew that the last thing she should be worried about was this man’s clothes, she was literally bleeding to death, but the blood loss was getting to her and clearly making her brain a little insane. 

“I ruined you outfit.” She said as she ran her hand down the mans front, as if she could wipe away the blood. 

““It’s okay Sweetheart, I didn’t like this suit anyways.” The man replied in a soothing tone. She hummed and blinked hard, trying to fight off the darkness. He had a nice voice, she thought as the world around her started to fade. It was warm and she was so very cold. 

—

Bucky was counting the seconds that went by since he talked to Steve. Two minutes, who knew 120 seconds could go by so slowly. At 51 seconds he pressed harder on the woman’s side, hoping he wasn’t pressing too hard but the blood was seeping past his palms. He heard the woman groan then, the excessive pressure and pain rousing her from her unconscious state. She was frowning up at him, a confused look painted on her face. She licked her lips and Bucky tried not to notice how nice her lips were, or that they were painted the same color of the warm liquid leaking between his fingers. His eyes were torn away from her face and to his chest where her small hand nudged his chest. 

“You’re covered in blood” she spoke, the words sounding as if she was confused as to why that was. 

Bucky inhaled sharply, her words setting off alarm bells in his mind. This injured woman bleeding out beneath him was his soulmate. She was his, and she was dying. He leaned on his army training to keep his fear at bay. His panic would not help either one of them, and he would help her, she would not die today, he wouldn’t allow it. He was roused from his thoughts as her her hand traveled the length of his chest. 

“I ruined your outfit.” 

She was crying, tears silently falling from the biggest blue eyes Bucky had ever seen. She was scared, he could see it in those aegean eyes. She was scared and yet here she was worried about how her blood had ruined his suit. 

“It’s okay Sweetheart, I didn’t like this suit anyways.” he spoke in what he hoped was a soothing voice. He wanted to ease her worries, if she only knew how much he hated this suit. He hated it even more now that it was covered in his soulmates blood. She smiled up at him as her eyes began to close again. 

“Come on doll, you gotta stay awake okay? Help is coming.” Bucky urged her. He wanted to pat her face, to rouse her but he could’t remove his hands from the oozing wound. How many seconds had It been? Surely it had been two minutes. The panic was setting in, this wasn’t what Bucky had planned, this wasn’t how their meeting was supposed to go. 

“Please, please doll, just stay with me. Stay with me, please, please.” That’s how Steve found him, begging his soulmate to stay with him. Bucky didn’t even realize help had arrived until he was being shoved aside by Stark’s medics. Steve had to forcibly drag him from his soulmates side. 

“Buck, they got her. They’re helping her, she’s gonna be okay Bucky.” His best friend was in front of him now, grasping his shoulders shaking him. “You okay Buck?” Steve questioned, concern lacing his voice. 

“It’s her Steve. It’s her and she lost so much blood and I couldn’t—” Bucky choked on the words “—I couldn’t stop the bleeding. She wasn’t supposed to be the one bleeding. It wasn’t supposed to be hers.” It was then that Bucky felt the tears, tracks of wetness falling down his cheeks. He went to wipe them away but stopped short, catching the sight of his soulmates blood on his hands. 

The sound of Iron Man’s repulsors drew both he and Steve’s attention. “Where is Darcy? She activated her panic button.” Stark questioned anxiously. 

“Who?” Steve questioned as Bucky pointed towards the medical team.

“Darcy!” Tony rushed over to the woman surrounded by medics. “I have a medical team ready back at the tower, she stable enough to be moved?” Stark asked worriedly 

“Times not on her side, sir. We were able to temporarily cauterize the bleed but it’s not a permanent fix, any jostle and the bleeding will start back up. She’s lost a lot of blood.” 

“FRIDAY notify medical, we’re gonna need an OR right now. I’m bringing Darcy in through the the Penthouse.You guys get her ready to move, I’m taking her back, quickest way to get her to medical.” Tony demanded turning back to face Bucky and Steve. 

“Did you do this? Did you lose control? If you hurt her, I’ll kill you.” Tony pointed accusingly towards Bucky his voice laced with malice. 

Steve opened his mouth to object at Stark’s accusations but Bucky spoke up first. Unsurprisingly Stark had suspected he was behind the bloodshed. He knew what it looked like and he knew what Tony thought of him. “I was at the opposite end of the alley, heard her scream, came running. The person who attacked her ran, couldn’t chase after him and keep her from bleeding out. Don’t know what he looked like. Tell the doctor’s she’s got a head injury, she wasn’t making much sense when she was awake.” 

Stark nodded once in comprehension, not even apologizing for his assumptions before he turned, bundled the brunette in his arms and took off. 

“Steve, please, I gotta…” Bucky’s voice trailed off, turning back towards the tower. 

“I know Buck, go. I’ll meet you in medical once we’re done here.” 

Bucky took off running, sprinting as fast as he could, his thoughts racing faster than his feet. Darcy…his soulmates name is Darcy. His soulmate was Darcy and she would live. She must live. 

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[queen-yalo]

The Avengers | The Lucky And The Strong [#5: ... And The Strong] | Bucky Barnes x reader

A/N: THIS IS IT! The last chapter! Hope you enjoy! ♥

Pairing(s): James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes x fem!reader; kinda adopted dad!Tony Stark x reader

Genre: Soulmate AU

Warnings: Angst & Fluff

Words: 1.6k

Chapters: [#1] | [#2] | [#3] | [#4] | #5

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“I hope she doesn’t do anything stupid…” Shuri whispered to Natasha, earning a small slap to the shoulder in response. “Don’t worry, she’ll do great.” “Of course, she will,” Tony smirked, pressing a few buttons on the time machine. “After all that’s my kid you’re talking about.”

“LET’S HEAR IT FOR CAPTAIN AMERICA!”

The soldiers cheered and shouted in unison. Steve – Captain America - had freed them and successfully led them to safety. Everybody was there – including Bucky. Joy and relief filled the atmosphere within the camp. Still, through it all, Bucky felt… empty.

It had been five months since he had found and lost you again. It sounded crazy, his soulmate being a time traveler. He had never deemed it possible – that was, until Steve had freed him from his prison and Zola’s experiments. You had spoken the truth. Steve had become Captain America – a symbol of peace, just like you had said. It was all true. Everything.

He looked at his hands and clenched them to fists; the wounds and scars from Zola’s doings were almost completely gone. But the pain… the pain was still there.

Bucky had no idea how that was even possible. Time travelling was a concept that belonged in books and movies, was it not? He was confused, scared even. But most of all – he was yearning. For you, your presence, your smile and laughter and voice, the feel of your skin under his fingers and how your hand just fit so perfectly into his-

“Buck, are you listening to me?”

The young soldier snapped out of his thoughts, looking at his childhood friend. “Sorry, what was that?”

Steve laughed and punched Bucky’s shoulder lightly. “Wake up, soldier. I need you with all your focus for the upcoming mission. It’s gonna be the last one – we’ll destroy HYDRA once and for all. Their last hideout is in Europe, in-“

“Switzerland,” Bucky cut him off, leaning against the table, right next to where his friend stood.

Steven frowned. “How do you know?”

“She told me.”

Bucky had not talked about your goodbye. He had carried it with him for the past months, and now everything threatened to break out at once.

“Who told you… what?” Steve asked quietly, a deep frown etched onto his face.

Bucky whispered your name; it was strange to say it after so many weeks, at the same time, it sounded so sweet and felt so right. “She told me everything… about you, the experiment, Captain America… she knew everything, Steve.”

“Tell me about it,” Steve whispered, wrapping his arm around Bucky’s shoulders and leading him outside. Strategy-talk was done, it was time for a beer – and a talk, not from Captain to Sergeant, but from friend to friend.

And Bucky talked. About what you told him, about how everything happened exactly how you said it would. All the thoughts and fears and confusion that had been swirling around in his mind ever since you left; he poured out everything until there was nothing left.

“Do you have any idea how crazy you sound?” Steve asked when Bucky finished talking. The young Sergeant laughed and nodded. “I know,” Bucky answered, finishing the rest of his beer. “But so far… everything she said was true. It’s crazy, I know… but I believe her…”

Bucky’s voice trailed off slowly, as his mind delved deeper into his thoughts again. Switzerland. Your words echoed in his mind. Abduction and torture awaited him if he went with his friend; that part he had left out, when he told Steven about what you had said, knowing full well that he would try and prevent Bucky from going - just like you did.

A sob left your lips when you felt solid ground under your feet again. The air swirled around you, rustling through your hair, pushing your skirt around lightly. It was done. The documents escaped your grip, falling onto the floor with a crackling sound.

You had left him. You had left your soulmate.

“Are you alright?!” Natasha asked, immediately jumping onto the platform to give you a hug. “What happened?”

You clung to her, sobbing into her shoulder. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

Tony approached you next, picking up the papers on his way to you. “What are you talking about, Pumpkin?” He grinned, bumping shoulders with you as he waved the papers around. “Mission accomplished.”

While your friends praised you for the success, you could not help feeling hollow. “I messed up.” You whispered as you looked at Shuri, who raised a brow in question. “Goodness, I messed up so badly. I-“

“You did well, doll.”

You flinched when you heard the voice behind you, slowly turning around – to come face to face with Bucky and Steve.

“You ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?”

Steve’s words carried a certain irony with them, as Bucky found. Little did he know what their next endeavor meant for Bucky. He had thought long and hard about this exact moment; how would he react when the time came to go to Switzerland? Would he stay behind? Or would he go and try to change his fate?

Funnily enough, when Steve asked that fateful question, there was not a pinch of doubt in Bucky.

“Hell, no,” he answered, smirking at his friend. “The little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb not to run away from a fight. I’m following him.”

Why change his story, when you were waiting for him 80 years in the future?

“Wh- what?!”

A loud gasp escaped you when you saw the two friends stand exactly where they stood when you left for the mission. You blinked a couple of times and walked over to them slowly. They were here.

They were both here. Steve and-

“Bucky...” You whispered his name, eyes falling onto his vibranium arm. “This can’t be…”

“BUCKY!”

Steve’s voice echoed through the landscape as Bucky fell off the train. This was it. No turning back now. He was rushing into the unknown, Steve’s silhouette getting smaller and smaller until it eventually faded in the distance.

Bucky did not notice that his arm got stuck, neither did he feel the excruciating pain that followed promptly. The fall ended harshly; the thick layer of snow had done nothing to lessen the impact. He was cold. So terribly cold.

“It’s true, doll.” Bucky whispered, holding out his right hand to help you down the platform; a pleasant tingle went through your body when you took his hand carefully. “I know you told me to stay behind, but… I couldn’t stand the thought of never seeing you again.”

“Never…? You remember…? But… that’s impossible…”

You were confused. This whole situation did not make any sense. It was not the fact that you had left Bucky behind, fully expecting to have changed the timeline and therefore not seeing him again. It was the fact that this was clearly the Bucky you had met only a few days earlier; and he remembered you. Not from a few days ago, but from 80 years ago.

“But… but you didn’t… you said the words weren’t…”

“… I lied.”

The words sounded harsh, but Bucky had no intention of hurting you. “I couldn’t risk changing the flow of time, not with you finally back in my life again. Besides, it was you who told me what I said, remember?” Bucky smirked slightly, before turning serious again.

His hands settled on your cheeks gently, as he quietly whispered your name. Steve had respectfully taken a step back while everybody else had stopped talking and instead shifted their attention to you two.

“You… you went through all that… pain and-“ You swallowed thickly, a heavy lump forming your throat.

“What are you going to tell her?” Steve asked quietly as he watched you enter the quantum realm with everybody else. “The truth,” Bucky answered, unable to take his eyes of you. Only a few more minutes, and decades of agony and torture would have finally paid off.

“She was always there, Steve. While you and our friends were only blurry pictures that popped up every now and then, she was always present in my mind. Kept me alive and kicking. I always heard her voice and laughter. Sometimes I didn’t know who she was, but I saw her clearly – as if she was right there with me.”

“Why…?” You sobbed, holding onto Bucky’s shoulders. “I wanted to spare you from this fate, I wanted you to live a happy life…”

“Not without you,” Bucky answered, his tone leaving no room for discussion. And there was nothing more that needed to be discussed. Your vision was blurry from unshed tears, when Bucky finally closed the distance between you two, and kissed you.

A sweet, gentle kiss; very much like the young soldier who had kissed you only minutes earlier. All these years of misery, and Bucky was still a gentle soul. A good man.

You sniffled a little when you pulled back, wiping your tears away carefully – before slapping Bucky’s shoulder out of the blue.

“Hey!” Bucky chuckled, grabbing your hand just as you were about to slap him again. “What was that for?!”

“You broke your promise, Barnes.”

He smiled sheepishly and wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling you close to him and stealing another sweet, sweet kiss from you.

“I’m sorry, doll.” He mumbled, hiding his face in your neck and breathing in your scent. Oh, how he had missed you.

“But you know what?”

You hummed, urging him to continue.

“For you, I would do it all over again.”

#bucky #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #james barnes #james buchanan barnes #james barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes x reader #the avengers #avengers #bucky imagine #avengers imagine #the falcon and the winter soldier #x reader #bucky barnes soulmate au #soulmate au

[lillydiana304]

better version of my love

summery: when the holidays come around, the saddness sinks in when you see the love of your life with Natasha (bucky). but when tony and bruce tear a hole in the universe you get a christmas suprise.

sitting at the counter waiting for the cookies to finsh baking, you watched the snow fall from the midnight sky. the soft giggles could be heard from the living room -Natasha and Bucky were watching a christmas movie, but not really more like bucky tickling her and making out. since the summer you watched Bucky fall in love with Natasha, before that, last christmas he was doing this with you. well not the kissing part, but the cute holiday things, flirting, taking walks in the snow, watching movies, baking cookies. now you do those things alone. oh you wish this years was like last christmas.

the next day, you got countless 'thanks' and 'good job' for you cookies. almost all of the team is around the kitchen eating your cookies. Bucky has Natasha in his lap fedding her a cookie, the feeling of heartbreak doesn't last long when tony and another bucky come running in. the whole team looks at bucky and bucky and then bucky again and...then bucky?

"i may or may not have made a hole in the universe and another metal man popped out" Bucky looked at Bucky

"how do we get him back?" steve asked.

"thats the thing i dont know, it could take a day or weeks, months, years ,forever. no clue" tony said getting a cookie and then leaving.

"i mean i wouldn't mind two Buckys" Natasha says with a sly smirk, Bucky one frowing at her joke but says nothing. Bucky 2 mutters a soft 'ew' before his eyes scan the room, then he sees y/n.

"hey there doll" he steps closer to her, his human hand reaching out to brush some hair behind your ear. "h-hi Bucky, i- am i in your universe?" you asked while he held your face on his hands.

"yes, you were in the 40s. we were married and when i left for war and never came back you passed the year before steve found me, i knew you'd be here" everyone watched in aw.

"what? how did know she would be here?" sam asked.

"in my universe strange showed us your soulmates, y/n is mine. and she is in every universe."

the team stopped and looked around at one another. Bucky 1 froze, no not in this universe.

"well strange got it wrong, not in this one, i'm with natasha" bucky 1 said with anger he didn't like Bucky 2.

"no he's right, i got a glimpse into my future with her, shes the one" Bucky 2 said while smiling down at you, you still in his arms

"want a cookie?" you said unsure bucky 2 just laughed. "i'd love a cookie doll"

Bucky 1 didn't take the news well, no he couldn't love you! you were his best friend, his partner, the person he went too when he needed anything. once you and bucky 2 were gone, showing him his new room. bucky 1 stromed out of the room. he opened his and Natasha's door slaming it behind him. the whole frame shook with with it. his eyes burned with rage, no he wouldn't let his life go away. he would not be told what to do, bossed around, he was not going to let anyone tell him what to do!

he loved natasha! he was not going to let some "higher being" decide what he was happening in his life, hryda had done enough, but not you. would he ruin you in spite just because you loved him? would he shove his love with natasha in your face from now on knowing it hurt you to make a point to the universe? yes...he would. he did love you, you were his best friend next to sam and steve. he had endless love and care for you but...now that all was like smoke in the rain.

the next day while at breakfast with the team, bucky 2 came up to you. bucky 1 had been glaring at him and you the whole time. bucky 2 gently brought your hand in his metal one rubbing over your knuckles.

"good moring dolly, you look stunning" you blushed pink a shy smile gracing your lips. the one that made bucky 2's heart so zinnnnning into the clouds.

"would you like to go ice skating with me?" he asked, "i-i would love too" you said, the two of you got a plate of the pancakes sam had made and sat together chating and laughing. to be honset this whole thing was scary and weird but now that this new nucky was here you seemlessly fit together.

bucky 1 froze; that was your and his christmas tardtion, yes on the opening night of the ice skating rink he took natasha, to the same one, one the same day you two always went on but it was YOUR thing. he hated him and you even more.

the laughter was beeming, you and bucky 2 were having the best time.

"oh wow james, i'm having so much fun!" you said laughimg when he spun you around on the ice.

"you called me james..." he said a sad smile on his face now.

"oh i'm sorry, i can call you bucky if you like, i just didnt like calling you bucky 2" you said now feeling bad.

"no doll, i love when you called me james, you were the only person who was aloud to call that well except my ma. y/n baby i lost you once when i left for war. i-i know your not my y/n but you are just the same as she was! i-i just miss my wife. and then when strange told me that you and i love eachother in every universe. i was hopping to see you here. i'm not in love with some made up version of you, or an idea in my head. i'm in love with you!" he was now pulling you closer, hands on your waist.

"i know that you love sunny cold spring days, i know that every night you have to rub your feet together to get cozy, i know that it's been your dream to get married to your soulmate, have kids, with a nice big house and a welling paying job, a happy family, and being good parents because you never got that."

you were crying now because even though he was from a whole other universe all of these things were ture. and the things you knew and loved about him were ture also.

"i love you too" pulling each other into a soft and longing kiss, the universe felt like it was at peace, to doves soaring through the sky playing with eachother, two stars who have been away from one another finally meeting once again, it was the most love you had ever felt in your whole life.

for the next week you and james were together happyly. bucky was livid, why did this have to happen? why did his whole world just come crashing in on itself. why whenever he saw you and james he pretened that he was him. that you called him jamie, held both of his hands when natasha would hold the human one?

why did he suddenly care? tony found away to get james back to his universe but that didn't meen goodbye. once west-view happened tony and strange let wanda go to another universe were she could be with her kids and vision. so you were going to go with him.

your bucky in your universe he yeld and cussed at you when you asked if he cared or loved you more then best friends. he told you he would never love you and that the universe was wrong , that it was better you go so he won't have to see you anymore.

it hurt to hear him say that but when james pulled you into his arms that night it all went away. it was christmas and you were saying goodbye. you knew that you would see them in the other universe but knowing that they wouldn't be yours made it sad. steve and sam cried so did tony and thor. they sobbed like babies.

"i know that your gonna see us again but the fact that we wont ever see you again is hard" peter said while huuging you

"we'll meet again i'm sure of it, goodbye i love you all!" you said before you walked through the portal. bucky watched in the shadows as it closed. he could love natasha in peace now.

three years later...

there bucky stood watching the universes play on and on like movies of all the lifes he's lived with you. Natasha and him got married two months after you left, she cheated on him within one year of marrige. she did it with her soulmate bruce. here he was alone drunk of christmas watching the 'could have beens'. apart of this, he happy you left, saved yourself from his heartbreak. he's thankful james came and took you away because bucky doesn't know how long it would have taken him it figure it out that you are his soulmate. 'at lest she got the better version of my love' he thinks to himself....

before a golden portal opens up, with another version of you. strange did say they loved eachother in every universe, and they end up in every one together too.

A/n: okay i was going to let bucky suffrer for forever but i couldn't do it, i felt bad for him i another version of you comes and the two of you ending being together and he rights his wrongs. i did a really bad job spell checking and editing because its lat eso goodnioght and good luck reading lol.

#Spotify #bucky #bucky barnes #bucky fic #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky angst #christmas #marvel au #soulmates #james bucky barnes #sergeant james buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes

[hailhydra920]

A Pirate's Heart (1)

Pairing: Pirate!Bucky x Pirate!reader

AU: Soulmate and Pirate AU

Chapter 1              Series Masterlist

Summary:  You've managed to capture Captain Bucky Barnes' heart.

Warnings: None

A/n: Short first chapter, sorry

            Bucky stared out into the vast expanse of water ahead. The voices of some of his crew mates became louder and Bucky sighed. Adjusting his pirate hat, Bucky stepped down onto the deck to see what all the commotion was about. He pushed some of his men out of the way to get to the center of the noise.

            “What have we got ‘er?” Bucky asked, resting his left hand on his pistol.

            “We’ve got ourselves a stowaway, cap’tn.” Steve answered as he pushed you in front of Bucky.

            His blues eyes scanned your body and he hummed as he took in your attire. You had a captain’s hat perched on your head and he smirked. “What’s a little lady like yourself doing on a pirate’s ship?”

            You scoffed. “I’m no little lady. You’re looking at Captain Y/n L/n of the Red Dragon.”

            The ship erupted into laughter. Ugh, men. You rolled your eyes. Bucky composed himself and smiled at you.

            “Okay, Captain. That doesn’t explain why you’re ‘er now.”

            You stared at Bucky and couldn’t deny that he was extremely handsome. Soft brown curls kissed his shoulders, stubble dotted his chin, and those piercing blue eyes seemed to shine like the ocean itself. You shook your head and huffed.

            “I was just hoping to catch a ride to the next port. I heard you guys were going to Tortuga and I told my crew to meet me there. I had some unfinished business to attend to earlier, and I didn’t want to put my crew in danger.”

            “Should we take her to the brig, Cap’tn?” Peter, a younger looking pirate asked.

            Bucky shook his head. “I’m taking ‘er to my quarters.”

            The crew looked at each other with confused glances but dared not confront the captain. Bucky led you to his quarters and you followed him cautiously. He barked out a few orders to the crew before closing the door. He told you to take a seat and his boots clacked against the floor as he made his way over to a cabinet. Plucking a bottle of rum from a shelf, he took a swig before handing the bottle to you. You took a drink before handing it back to him. He took a seat, the chair groaning under his weight.

            “So…do you know who I am?” Bucky spoke, his voice a soft baritone.

            You narrowed your eyes. “I know who you are Captain Bucky Barnes. Notorious womanizer and amazing gunman.”

            A chuckle rumbled out of his chest, and he smirked. “So, you’ve heard of me, ay? Knew my rep was bound to spread. You sure you didn’t hitch a ride on my ship to spend a night with its handsome captain?”

            You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I’d rather die.”

            “That could be arranged, sweetheart. I haven’t had someone walk the plank in a while.” He flashed his teeth and tapped his fingers against the table, his rings clinking against it. “But you have somethin’ I want.”

            “And that would be?”

            He stood up and stalked over to you. His steps were heavy and precise, and he towered over you. He leaned by your face and smiled.

            “I hear you have a compass that can point to whatever your heart desires.” His breath fanned across your face, and you suppressed a shiver.

            “I might.” You whispered as you leaned closer to him. “But I would only give it to someone I love.”

            You tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, and he hummed and closed his eyes.

            “Someone I trust…” You continued.

            He leaned in to kiss you and you grabbed the pistol on his side and pointed toward him, catching him by surprise. You cocked it back and narrowed your eyes.

            “Give me the map.” You commanded.

            He was about to say something, but a canon ball crashed through the front of his ship, causing the ship to rock.

            He smirked. “You little sneak. You never told your crew to meet you at Tortuga. You’re only intentions were to steal the map to the fountain of youth.”

            Another canon rocked the ship and you laughed. “Wow, such a smart captain. Now, the map.”

            “Sorry, sweetheart.” He crooned as he pulled out his sword and threw it toward you, pinning you to the wall and causing you to drop your pistol and compass.

            He grabbed the compass and ran out of his quarters. You growled and pulled the sword out from your shirt. You stepped out of his quarters and were met with commotion. Canons were blasting and swords were clinking against each other. You looked for Bucky but caught no sight of him. You grabbed a nearby rope and swung over to your ship as it fired another canon. You landed on the deck and smiled.

            “Nice work, crew.” You said as you ran to take the wheel.

            Bucky’s ship managed to get away, but you weren’t too worried. You two would meet each other again very soon. You were sure of it.

            Bucky smiled as his ship got away. He opened the compass he took from you and watched as the arrow spun a few times before staying in a fixed direction. He looked in that direction and noticed it was pointing at you. He slammed the compass shut and smirked. Oh, he was most definitely going to run into you again, he was going to make sure of it. You may not have gotten away with his map, but you managed to get away with his heart.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes fic #bucky x female reader #pirate au #pirate bucky #hailhydra920 #soulmate #soulmate au

[sunnysideprincess]

Mind the tags | TW: language, dubcon (something that's kind of already engraved into the soulmate trope), self harm, blood, gore

Hell, If It Glitters

He stares at the mangled piece of tech on the ground, contemplating pressing the panic button and calling for help—that generally means whoever's haunting the compound for the night. His three options are limited to Rhodey, Vision and/or Nat, though she goes by Elena these days, wears sweater vests of all things, thick glasses and a blond mop of hair that does not suit her at all. He hopes it's Vision tonight. Because whoever did that to the patrol drones could very easily squish two humans, specially when one of them is still recovering from his physical therapy. Vision, though not infallible, is much more durable.

A noise to his left alerts him to the possible intruder and Tony makes sure to clutch the empty needle tighter in his hold. More than ever, he wishes he wasn't so openly vulnerable—wearing threadbare hospital jammies and a bandage around his neck to hide his gruesome attempt at ridding himself from the bond.

He walks around the gurney and parts curtain, only to get jumped by one of the drones, sparking and squeaking pitiably in soft beeps and boops.

Tony coos at it for a while, doting soothing caresses on its metal hide as it floats by his head, no doubt scared of whatever attacked his brothers and sisters. He vaguely recalls Peter naming it Ider and smiles to himself.

"Come on, let's go find the ghost."

The ghost is waiting for him in the hallway and Tony has a half formed thought that the world wasn't wrong to call him a ghost story.

Barnes stays still as a statue while Tony taps a message on the drone. A clue left behind for his compatriots if and when it's needed.

"Come here to finish the job?"

A soft exhale, something he shouldn't be able to pick up makes him shudder and take a step back. Then a voice he listens to in the familiarity of his mind's darkest corners chides him for being a coward. Barnes can't hurt him. Or at least will not get away with hurting him. There are people who would avenge his absence. His death. If it were to happen tonight.

Besides—Tony isn't going down without a fight. He doesn't even care if the scratched out name on his neck burns with every breath.

One of the hallway lights flickers out, just as the drone falls to the ground. And for a single second, Tony doesn't understand what's happened. At least not until he sees the leak in the temperature regulation.

Barnes shot the fucking thing and Tony couldn't even see him move. That's-

"No way the serum can make him do that," he worries out loud before gasping at the empty hallway.

"Shit. Shit, shit-fuck."

It hurts to think about salvaging Pete's favorite, but Tony knows a lost game when he sees one. It's a desperate attempt at best. He picks up the drone and rips out the miniature reactor, before hurling the sad remains of Ider towards the wall. It takes him a second to rig a makeshift grenade. Then it's his turn to go for a hunt.

He doesn't find Barnes.

No.

What he finds is worse.

"What the hell," he whispers to the endless supply of emptied bags of blood and a bunch of ripped out limbs strewn about on the floor.

He wrinkles his nose in disgust when his bare foot squelches on a puddle of blood and hastily takes a step away from some poor nurse's arm, while almost dropping the bomb on himself.

"What in the name of Asgardian gods and shit is this?"

"Stevie said a lot of things," a voice coos next to his ear and Tony swings his left fist blindly towards the source. "But he never told me you had sea legs, sweetheart."

A cold, metal limb stops his swing with ease, then reels him in. Too late, Tony doesn't realise there's another arm going for the bomb and then he's watching it blowing up the wall.

Ears ringing, Tony struggles in his assailant's hold while Barnes doesn't waver in his silent assessment. His heart, weak after receiving the dual super soldier beat down and then the subsequent attempt at removing his soul bond, is a battering ram against his chest.

"Let me go you fucking-"

Fingers, long and gentle scrape against the bandage on his neck and it's like his body's on fire. Tony chokes on a cry as Barnes rips it off, uncaring of the pain it causes Tony, ucaring that Tony doesn't want it—doesn't want the name of his mother's killer on his skin, on his soul.

"No, no-no-no fuck you, Barnes."

Barnes laughs. He laughs and Tony feels his breath on his neck, his tongue on the cut.

So easy, it's so easy to fall without his suit. But more than that it's easy to fall when it's his own body rebelling against his free will.

Fuck soulmate science.

"You're mine. You have been since Stevie decided to let you go. Since I decided to have you instead." Their eyes meet and it's then something clicks.

"You're not-" Human. Super soldier. Innocent. A helpless prisoner.

"Hydra was relentless, y'know. Why stop at one Winter Soldier when we can have five more? Why stop at one failed experiment when we can have ten more. You think Maximoff was the only one to volunteer? Sure-"

Barnes grins, dripping blood from his lips. Tony's blood. His mind is repulsed by the sight of it. But his body-his mark has decided otherwise. A soft moan slips past his lips when Barnes pushes him up against the wall.

"Some of us were forced to meddle with the scepter. But hey-"

His head is yanked to the side as Barnes licks and nips at his jaw, groaning like he is seeing heaven already.

"Nothing compares to this- not even sex."

Tony feels the sharp burn of teeth, the sting of a pull. The numbness settles soon after. But it's the force of arousal that brings tears to his eyes.

"Then again," Barnes whispers while pulling away, wiping a thumb over Tony's lips. A move that rips his entire being into two warring sides. "Everything's different when it belongs to you, right?"

"No. I'm not-Never," he chokes on his own words. Because he is. He is bonded to his worst nightmare.

Barnes smiles, his nose wrinkled like they were friends.

Like they were lovers.

"Never say never, sweetheart."

#winteriron #dark #evil bucky #evil bucky barnes #tony stark #buckytony #bucky barnes #soulmate au #soulmates #dark bucky #dark bucky barnes #vampire bucky #vampire bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #deb writes in between #ficlet #ficlets #exploring the dark side of soulmate trope #dubious consent #mcu

[cuckoo-on-a-string]

More Fics?

Because I have no chill, a handful of followers, and a need to multi-task, which multi-chapter story you like to see first? I prefer OC vs. reader content, but - as always - they’re so close they could kiss. Place your votes in the comments, please.

1 - Safin x OC (James Bond)

Now a fic! Master list here.

Arranged marriage AU with strong redemption vs. corruption vibes. Fluff, angst, and smut shaken well, served with a side of (minor) Mission Impossible crossover (mostly Benji).

2 - Zemo x OC x (queer platonic) Yelena (MCU)

Thunderbolts AU replete with Dungeons and Dragons references and all kinds of cuddles. A hurt/comfort extravaganza where folks fuck with feelings.

3 - Zemo x OC x Bucky (MCU)

Soulmate AU with a bucket of angst, generously seasoned with fluff and smut. Everyone’s an idiot; everyone’s in love.

#fanfiction #mcu #james bond #lyutsifer safin #safin x reader #helmut zemo #zemo x reader #yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #original characters #ofc #fluff #smut #queer platonic #poly!fic #poly fic #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #AU #soulmate au #soulmate!au #thunderbolts

[imwall-e]

Coming this week : 𝒜 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Bucky x FReader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : fluff, maybe a bit of angst, viegin reader, soulmate AU

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Everyone is born with initials on their left wrist. They are your soulmate’s. But after the divorce of your parents, you decided to never look at those little letters again, forgetting them as time went by. One night, you meet a man who has lost his left arm and no longer remembers the letters who were engraved in his flesh years ago.

THIS WILL BE A ONE SHOT

#bucky #marvel #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #sebastianstan #bucky barnes fanfiction #james buchanan barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky fanfiction #sebastian stan #romance #soulmate au #soulmates

[fantasticfanficspodcast]

Here's some of the fanfics I want to cover. Any recommendations?

#fanfiction #fanfic #podcast #spotify #harry potter #drarry #soulmate au drarry #marvel #marvel fandom #tony stark #steve rogers #james bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #star wars #reylo #minecraft #technoblade #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #phil watson #sbi #she ra and the princesses of power #she ra fanfic #adora x catra #bbc sherlock #sherlock #sherlock fandom #sherlock holmes #johnlock #john watson