#sam wilson soul mate

[archivingfanfiction]

bloom

by Lies_Unfurl, PanoramicSubDrop

AU: flowers appear on your skin where your soulmate is injured. 

Since birth, Sam's body has often blossomed in unusual, unsettling ways. 

That hasn't kept him from falling for people who aren't his soulmate—people like Riley, or like Steve Rogers. After all, he figures that the odds of finding his soulmate, of learning the truth about all the strange flowers, are pretty low.

Right?

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Heavier stuff in this one but the angst.... the complicated dynamics... it's some interesting interesting soup.

#steve rogers x bucky barnes #sam wilson x steve rogers #sam wilson x bucky barnes #marvel cinematic universe #soul mate tickers #flower soul mate marks au #fanfic #fic recs

[innerslumber]

Me imagining Deadpool abusing the TVA in his third movie to pop in on Steve Rogers during Endgame:

Wade: Hey so, I know you got this plan to go back to the past and stay there because the writers are hacks and they can't even keep their own lore intact but LISTEN, how about you hand me those stones and I'll take care of them for ya.

Steve: *staring bewilderedly at the man in Red and Black who just materialized out of thin air* Uh...do I know you?

Wade: Wade Wilson. HUGE fan. I can do this all day. I'm just a kid from Brooklyn. Til the end of the line. Although that last one isn't gonna be real honest if we let the writers ruin a decade of character development, right? *wriggling fingers* Now let me at them sparkly Josh Brolin Space Kidney Stones.

Steve: Look, I really shouldn't be surprised by anything at this point but this is really important and I can't just hand over-

Wade: You know what else is important? Making sure we keep giving Disney the middle finger despite our inability to stop sucking their tits for content because at the end of the day, we're all victims of capitalism. So just give me the fucking stones, Captain Sexy Ass and not ruin my motivation to finish writing the 300k slow burn best friend soul mate AU Stucky fic that I've been working on for two years. Capiche?

Steve: Uhh...

Wade: *picks up the case with the stones and gives finger guns at a confused Bucky* Buckaroo, just a reminder that the serum shortens refractory periods and Wakanda is reallll nice this time of the year for honeymoon destinations. *Large Obvious Wink*

Bucky: Uhh...

Wade: *random beeping from his toolbelt* Oh gotta go! Have fun! *disappears*

Sam: *giving Steve and Bucky the Stink Eye* How short is your refractory period?

Steve and Bucky: *redfaced*

Bruce: *sighs and walks off to go make a sandwich*

#this was pure crack and i have no regrets lol #deadpool #wade wilson #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sam wilson #bruce banner #stucky #fic drabble #deadpool 3

[lupaeus]

♫ / sean ( @bldbrthr )

send ❝ ♫ ❞ for me to list 3 - 5 ( i lost count ) songs that i associate with our muses .

nonsense - sabrina carpenter

i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys

slut - taylor swift

kiss me - sixpence none the richer

body like a back road - sam hunt

i could get used to this - everlife

say you won't let go - james arthur

when emma falls in love - taylor swift

all i want is you - barry louis polisar

forever - noah kahan

jackie and wilson - hozier

love me like you do - ellie goulding

ease my mind - ben platt

all of me - john legend

paper rings - taylor swift

soul mate - flora cash

#{ crying in “in a world of boys he's a gentleman” bye } #୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ the intersection got a target and they’re calling it downtown ⌗ headcanon . #୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ stayed on the line with you the entire night ⌗ answered . #୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ › rvnawyss › ⌗ emma and sean .

[captainsimagines]

hunting the fates || one

Summary: When the repercussions of giving up your Immortality come back to haunt you, a journey to Hell seems to be the only solution. With the help of your friends, both old and new, you set out on a journey to destroy the three Fates who have messed with your life long enough. There you discover that your power extends further than you ever thought possible, as does the Winter Soldier’s. Hell isn’t for the weak-hearted—good thing you’re determined to turn your cursed heart from stone to muscle again, no matter what it takes.

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x (Fem) POC Enhanced Reader; Sam Wilson x Female Original Character

Trope: Fantasy/Mythology/Horror; Soulmates/Mates; Angst/Fluff/Smut; Bisexual! Bucky Barnes; Multiple POV’s

Based on the Song(s): ‘Power’ by Isak Danielson ; ‘Breakfast’ by Dove Cameron ; ‘Darkside’ by Neoni ; ‘Bow - Slowed’ by Reyn Hartley

AO3 Link

Warnings: strong language; inaccurate Greek mythology; mentions of infertility; mentions of slavery

Word Count: 6,100+

Author’s Note: Oh my Gods! Here we go with the fantasy sequel! I’m so excited for this, you guys have no idea. Like I’ve stated, the Greek mythology is both accurate and inaccurate on purpose so do not bully me lmao. Every song is for a certain character or couple! You can guess who “Bow-Slowed” is for... wink wink! xxMoni

~

The temperature was cool in Hell.

Or at least, moderate.

The exact word was lost for Bucky Barnes, who was hurdled through time and space and fuck-all after being tossed into a fiery portal and landing on a plush, red carpet in the middle of the most impressive room he has ever seen. One crane of the neck and he took in the castle’s black walls, adorned with intricately carved designs—statues that sat in their own miniature thrones; gargoyles of winged angels…or demons…with wide open mouths and silent screams; pillars indented with a language he did not understand.

There were doors everywhere. In front of him, to his sides, probably behind. Beautiful black wood that curved in arches and squares. Through some, he swears he sees eyes of all colors staring back. Through others, pure darkness.

He’s positive the portal already closed and trapped him in whatever alternate universe this was.

But Bucky Barnes knew where he was. He would be an absolute idiot to ask.

Hell. Bucky literally landed in Hell.

Every original perception he had of Hell painted a land of chaos. Endless screaming from the poor or deserving souls trapped in the rivers, that damned three-headed dog aiming for necks, fire engulfing even the tightest corners. But what greeted him was comfortable quiet, the way a throne room usually functioned. The air was clean and absent of the smell of iron. Not one lick of fire started at his feet.

“I see you put up a fight.”

And upon that throne of beautifully carved wood that could also possibly be bone—was the most beautiful man Bucky Barnes has ever seen.

Black hair with highlighted blue when reflected with light, blue flame lightly touching his fingertips, and tattoos of such terrific and complicated designs stemming from his exposed collarbones, to the other areas of pale skin. In fact, he may be covered in ink. The man—the God—before him was sculpted brilliantly, stretching the confines of his dark grey dress shirt and tailored black pants. A black, cashmere scarf lay loose upon his broad shoulders and down to his seated hips. Those dark blue eyes were almost black. With his left foot resting on his right knee and his sliced jawline leaning on a tattooed hand, the God of the Underworld was the picture of casual and detached elegance. Seemingly disinterested in what just landed at the foot of his throne.

Bucky felt a shudder beside him, then realized he was still holding something—someone in his arms.

Shortcake.

He loosened his grip, only to have you fling from his arms and into a standing position. Heavy footsteps, green light illuminating from the ends of your hair, and then—

“Maxwell told me you were feisty.”

Maxwell, at the corner of Bucky’s eye, flinched. Not frightened, but guilty and ashamed.

To Bucky’s ultimate horror, you growled and spit at the base of the throne. “Bastard!”

The God of the Underworld’s disinterested expression brightened, his smile widening. “Charming, too.”

Sam pushed against Bucky’s shoulder, ordering him to stand down. Bucky blinked a few times to focus, his vision white around the edges and his arms suddenly cold.

Hell is hot. Why is he cold?

“But my name is not bastard—” The God stood to his full height, dwarfing you and emitting such a punch of command, Bucky wavered. “My name is Hades.”

“That’s not your real name,” you said, teasing along every word. As if you were tempting the God to smite you, to curse you, to dismiss you—Bucky knows you’re buying time to assess the room, the situation.

Hades grinned, his chuckle barely restrained. “And in time, you’ll learn it.”

Sam made sure to stand to Bucky’s right, leaving his metal arm free. They’ve both adopted slightly defensive stances, but have remained more cautious than anything. Sam doesn’t need to voice it—Bucky knows they’re both terrified of your boldness.

“What gives you the right?” you yelled, green light unfurling from your fingertips. “First the Fates fuck with all our lives and now you want to get involved? Why is it up to us to help you? Deal with it yourself!”

It’s at that moment that Bucky noticed two other people in the room. Or…one person and one—what in the world?

A gorgeous, golden-haired woman standing to the right side of Hades’s throne snorted softly, rolling her…red…eyes when you glared at her. Her wavy hair extended to the middle curve of her back, and the baby hairs at her forehead curled from the humidity Bucky had not yet noticed. She was blushed in her high cheeks, and wearing black leathers that covered every inch of her, but did not hide her strong figure. A fighter, Bucky realized, who protected the throne and the God sitting on it.

But it’s the chains wrapped around her wrists, unconnected and functioning as bracelets. Chains that weren’t decorative, but rather unchosen. The cold in Bucky’s veins deepened into a burning rage, like dry ice, from the sight.

A slave. Not a fighter. A slave that Hades has as his right hand—

“Your defiance, trickery, game—whatever you want to call it, has chosen you. Those damn crones were waiting for an out. By blindsiding them, they blindsided me.”

“Not. My. Problem,” you seethed.

“It’s all our problems!” A voice, light as a butterfly, fluttered from behind Hades’s shoulder. Bucky recognized it as a female voice, a voice soft like a feather’s touch, but close to a battle cry. Her words weren’t meant to be vicious, almost like she raised her voice for the purpose of being seen.

A figure the size of Bucky’s wrist-to-palm ratio, lightly levitating above Hades’s shoulder and formed purely of water, emerged. She was graceful as water is graceful, with blue hair with white highlights. But her hair floated around her ears, behind her, like calm ocean waves. Her facial features were difficult to see from far away, but Bucky could clearly make out pretty silver eyes, a delicate nose, and plump lips. Her skin wasn’t skin, but water too. Blue—she’s completely blue. Her sheer dress left nothing to the imagination, so her body was completely visible. Nipples, toned stomach, even the slit between her legs. But modesty seemed nonexistent, especially for a creature as exquisite as her, so Bucky doesn’t dwell on it. He focused instead on her lithe movements, until she was fully visible and standing proudly on Hades’s shoulder.

Her feet might be Bucky’s favorite feature of hers—feet absent of toes, and instead arched and looped, like an elf’s boot.

A water sprite.

In Hell.

The water sprite continued, “They have cursed humans and Gods alike for too long!”

“How—” Sam said, raising his hands. “Is that our problem?”

“Do you take no responsibility?” Hades said through a grin.

“I would be more hospitable, man. You’ve just sucked us through the Portal of Hell, sending a goddamn lackey in your place. We aren’t in the mood for an interrogation.”

The absolute balls on Sam, Bucky thinks. To stare down the literal Devil with a steady voice.

Fuck.

“I’m not his lackey, ” Maxwell scoffed. “We figured you’d come willingly if you saw a friendly face.”

“The portal sucked us in and you looked like you were in pain,” Bucky heard you say before the water sprite hopped from Hades’s shoulder and to the arm of the throne. Her hair floated behind her, droplets falling but evaporating before it reached her feet.

Maxwell shrugged. “If I do not want to leave this realm, then it’s painful. I didn’t plan on staying so long on Earth.” His tone was near mocking.

“I am not a being who kidnaps.” Hades waved a bored hand through the air. “If you want to go, go.”

It’s a trick. They wouldn’t have gone through so much trouble and created a massive scene in a fucking Denny’s if it wasn’t serious. They were planning on keeping everyone in this realm for a while longer.

Bucky could hear you breathing through your nose. Your fingers clenched your sweater, then unclenched when you rolled your neck. Bucky had seen the excitement in your eyes tonight. A good meal, a walk around the nearby blocks, perhaps a trip into each other’s beds. That was promised. And now someone other than you and him have broken that promise, tarnished this night—the night you were both ready to move on fully. The first step of many.

Now, no one moves.

“Smart humans,” Hades clicked. He slowly sat back down, leaning backward until he mimicked slouching. “If you go, then the Fates are set loose forever. I do not know where they are. And since it was your fate—" He pointed at all three of you. “You will help me. If you do not, then they have abandoned their posts, leaving your realm in chaos for the foreseeable future. Even with the rip in the multiverse.”

“Do you exist in only our universe or all the others?” Sam asked.

“Only this one.”

“So, Greek mythology is…real?”

Hades chuckled. “In this universe, Norse and Greek are real. So are parts of other human religions. In other universes, I do not know.”

At this, Bucky pondered. It isn't like his Jewish faith is shaken—it's been rocky for a long time. Still, he can't help the feeling of loss.

The golden-haired woman stepped forward, looking to Hades before she spoke. He gave her a slight bow of the head. “The Fates have been terrorizing the Gods and humans alike for centuries. Fate is just a made up word for their fun. With them scattered, we cannot employ new Fates.”

Sam cleared his throat before saying, “It’s that easy? You can just replace people who have been doing this job for centuries?”

The woman snarled at being interrupted. Sam doesn’t verbally apologize, but he does avoid her glowing red eyes.

“They must die for us to search for new Fates—Better Immortals who will not use their gifts for sport.”

“Elva is right,” Hades agreed. “All of us in this room have been plagued by their games.”

“What. Games.” Your voice sent violent shivers down Bucky’s spine.

This means…Bucky understands what it means.

He understands, he understands—

“Sam Wilson,” Hades started. “From what I know, the Fates were ecstatic when you became the new Captain America. They chose that road for you. As they did with the Falcon.” Then, with a soft sigh, Hades’s expression actually conveyed pity when he said, “Riley was never supposed to make it.”

Sam’s lips thinned as he stared. And stared.

Then, “They killed Riley?”

A statement of deathly promise.

Hades gave a curt nod before continuing. “I hear they call you Shortcake. But you’re more than that…Aren’t you? Princess…Goddess.”

Bucky watched as your chest rose and fell. His hands ached for you, to count your heartbeats and match them with his.

“If they killed Riley,” Hades lamented, even if there was no personal grief behind his words. “Then I know you know what that means for you.”

Ari.

Your fists clenched and remained clenched, as did your eyes.

Bucky’s going to do it. One more blasted second and he’ll run up to you, hold you, carry you out of here to wherever he can. Every single time you experienced the pain of losing Ari all over again—every single time he experienced the pain of losing Steve—it hurt like fucking Hell.

“Hades,” you breathed, your voice dripping with hatred for the man or for the situation, Bucky didn't know. “Were they responsible for Bucky’s fall from the train?”

A pause, then a jut of his chin.

“His capture?”

Silence. The same jut.

“His torture? His shit luck? His time lost? Steve leaving him?”

A muscle in Hades’s jaw jumped as he confirmed, “All of it. And when you became mortal, that’s when their fun ended. Because they never intended for you two to be—”

“Hades!” the water sprite exclaimed, shaking her small head. “That is not what we discussed!”

Hades rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched in amusement. Bucky’s breath had stalled while you listed everything the Fates were responsible for.

About him. About his life. The life that was stolen from him. The time that was stolen from him.

Before he could voice it, however, you beat him to it.

“Then point me in the direction of the first Fate bitch.”

~

    Elva is tasked with leading the three of you to your rooms. Three separate rooms, all in the same hallway, on the sixth level of the palace. You don’t trust yourself to complain about it—how the three of you would much rather share a room and not be separated so you could watch each other’s backs each passing second.

You don’t trust yourself to speak at all. If you did, your voice would have demanded these things and more. Demanded to know how to get back to your realm, to know how much time had passed, to be told every single detail about this palace. This prison for however long Hades decided to keep you here. Or at least, until you murdered the Three Fate bitches.

“This is yours,” Elva instructed Sam, not bothering to look behind her. You had half a mind to attack her from behind, to hold her down and rip those answers from her throat, but you refrained. And not because you were above violence, but because Elva didn’t deserve it.

“Does it lock from the inside or the outside?” Sam asked, running an unconcerned finger along the fine wood.

Elva released a noise that sounded like a snort, though her face was absent of humor. “The inside. You are not prisoners.”

“If we go, our realm is thrown into chaos that’s possibly worse than a multiverse intrusion. If we stay, we’re essentially reluctant guests,” Bucky explained. Most of his attention was focused to Elva’s dangling hands, but you could see he was mapping out the hallway’s twists and turns.

The idea that this was your fault ate away at you slowly. With each step to your assigned room, with every breath you took.

Ari had done a selfless, brave thing. You allowed mortality into your bloodstream. Sam took demon claws to the abdomen in order to save you. And this was how you’re repaid?

You returned a demon to Hell. You cured a group of Immortals who simply wanted to have a regular life without the exterior disasters of your passed-down bloodline. You reburied Ari to send his soul to a peaceful afterlife.

And by doing everything right, the Fates are pissed at you for it?

Elva pointed to another room a few doors down from Sam’s. “This is yours, Earthling.”

“I have a name.”

Elva turned around and angled her head slightly. “What would you like to be called?”

No one, not even Sam and Bucky, call you by your real name. On official documents, you’ve opted for a shortened version. Sam has only ever said that shortened version.

Your birth name died with Ari, with your people. Ari was the last person to ever utter it. Even Druig refrains from using it.

So you look Elva in her blood-red eyes, a tic in your jaw. “Earthling is fine.”

She smirked, and angled her head at Sam. “Then that makes you Birdling.”

“Did I say I wanted a nickname?”

Bucky snorted, scratching at his top lip as if that would mask the sound.

Elva smiled at him. Teeth straight and white, but the formation of such a bright smile was intimidating. “I quite like your name. Bucky.”

He involuntarily shivered beside you, and nodded quickly.

Elva turned around and continued down the hallway, pointing at the last door to the right as she announced, “And here’s your room…Buck— ”

“Thank you,” you said promptly, basically dismissing her. Elva does nothing but smile brightly again, obviously faked. With a quick whip around, she left you alone. Her stride was graceful, and with all the confidence of a soldier.

You had seen the chains masked as bracelets. You know Bucky did, too.

Keeping that quiet was bothering you, but it would be smarter to address it another time.

In the quiet, Bucky cleared his throat and suggested, “Should we scope out the rooms as one?”

Together, you swiped the rooms and mapped every anomaly—nicks in the paint, the strength of the mattresses, the sturdiness of the furniture and doors. One thing you all agreed on was that the rooms were grand, furnished for royalty.

Or Gods.

Gothic-themed and luckily clean, the rooms were obviously meant for esteemed guests. Sam pondered if Hades was simply trying to confuse you, to have you feel wanted and protected only to fuck you over tomorrow.

All three rooms were adorned with king-sized beds, blood-red sheets draped over them and bed posts carved with such intricate woodwork, you had to study them closely. On the two against the wall, great dragons looped around the strong wood and burst at the tip, mouths wide in a recorded battle cry. On the two near the end, elegant flames reached their arms to the high ceiling. The walls were painted red and black, Bucky’s differing only slightly with shades of blue and black instead. Rugs that depicted stories about demons, past Hades and Persephone’s, even Gods that had no beef with the Underworld. The rooms were packed with dressers, exquisite dark clothing practically spilling from the drawers and hangers. And the shoes…Even Sam whimpered a little bit.

But in your search, you found nothing amiss. Nothing that screamed bad bad bad besides being trapped here with an ultimatum. As Sam and Bucky complimented their surroundings, you held your breath.

Yes, everything was beautiful. Yes, you could probably sweet talk your way out of here. But the fact remained that half of you, screaming and kicking, wanted revenge.

Revenge that could taint your soul, as loss has frozen your heart.

The other half was entirely with Sam and Bucky, thinking about ways to escape. To gain alternate answers.

The rooms merged into one image in your mind, blurring at the sides and calling your name. Nothing seemed original and glorious anymore.

You had to lie down.

“Okay, so here’s what I think we should do,” Bucky began, instantly falling into Avenger mode. Numbers passing by his vision, plans ABC sprouting as quick as their former. “Gods need to sleep too, right? So we wait until the palace and all its inhabitants go down for the night—”

“There are no windows, dumbass. How will we tell it's night?” Sam deadpanned.

“We’ll assume Hell functions like Earth. If it was night for us, then Hell has got to be—”

Without a word, you slam the door to your assigned room closed, and relish the silence.

Power surged through your veins, but you quickly buried it. The tingling at your fingertips, the tension in your spine—all quieted, like the many times you’ve done it before. The same power that emerged in 1527, the same power in 1864.

Not here. Not again.

You couldn’t risk bringing down this palace with loved ones on the other side of the door. You couldn’t risk it at all.

~

    Sam pursed his lips as he stared at the massive wooden door you had just slammed in his face. Silence spread throughout the dark hallway, lightened only by the shuffling of Bucky’s feet. Donning a stunned expression, Sam watched as Bucky blinked and then turned to him.

Sam motioned him farther down the hall, if only to give you the privacy you wanted. When they entered the room assigned to him, Sam closed the door before he sighed, almost dramatically, “So, what base did you get to before being ripped into Hell?”

Bucky growled, flashing Sam his metal middle finger before flopping face-first onto the surprisingly soft mattress.

“Tell me you at least got to first.”

Bucky grumbled into the sheets, his words unintelligible.

Sam nodded at nothing. He casted bored glances around the room, surveying even the smallest details all over again. It didn’t sit right with him that you were all separated and put onto a nearly abandoned floor. Sure, there were servants cleaning adjacent rooms and mumbling down the halls, but it was vacant nonetheless.

Later, he promised. Later he would venture out into the hallways and gain as much gossip as he could.

“I’ll scout the place later, then—”

“I’m coming with you,” Bucky demanded, moving onto his back.

Sam shook his head. “This dinner isn’t going to go smoothly. I can feel it. You stay here afterwards to see if Shortcake is alright.”

Bucky grumbled again, “You are not going alone.”

“She shouldn’t be left alone, Buck. Hades practically blamed all this on her. Guilt is eating at her. You know it.”

Bucky’s face contorted with pure sympathy. “Then we share the guilt. It’s not our fault, but we played a role nonetheless.” Then, Bucky paused, shooting Sam a good-natured glare. “Do not leave your room at night without me or her.”

Sam forced a neutral expression as he lied, “Okay. I won’t.”

~

    If the throne room was grand, then the dining hall was extraordinary. A place for royalty. Fucking Beauty and the Beast ass shit, Sam marveled.

He has eaten in the wondrous fields and dining halls of Wakanda, thinking nothing could possibly top it.

But this.

Sam had to remind himself he was in another realm, and perhaps his eyes saw things as extra. His human eyes.

He was the only human without enhanced abilities here.

He was fully human, and in Hell.

“Glad you three can make it.”

Hades stunned in a black-on-black suit, nonchalant in his chair and already chewing a piece of cured meat. The water sprite sat at the corner near him, delighting in fruit herself. Where the food went, Sam didn’t know. He could vaguely see the food pass through her throat and downwards, but that was it.

Sam looked at the two people beside him. At Bucky, who had changed nothing of his appearance but removing his gloves. And his Shortcake, who had thrown a shimmering black sweater on instead of keeping the old one. With the sweater, your stone face with a heavy frown, Sam would have guessed the Underworld was a second home to you.

“You want us to eat food down here?” you chuckle, humor lacking. “Do you think we’re stupid?”

Hades paused chewing, his smile growing and stretching as he laughed for real. “That stingy little trick was abolished centuries ago. I couldn’t entertain and have that trick hanging over everyone’s heads, could I?”

Sam’s high school knowledge clicked then.

Persephone and the pomegranate. But Sam sees no women besides the golden-haired beauty and the water sprite. No other woman who could pass for Persephone—not the servants, not the short–time visitors he saw sneaking in through the kitchens. No one.

“Swear it on your Immortal life that if we eat your food, we are not trapped here.”

Hades rolled his eyes but promised, “The food is not enchanted. I can even send a messenger to pick-up human food and bring it back.”

So it is possible to realm hop, just as Maxwell described. Where the green-eyed sonofabitch was hiding, Sam couldn’t tell.

Bucky stepped forward, surveying the grand table and every platter before it. Meats, potatoes, soups, vegetables and fruit, desserts. Every plate had its own burner, its own section.

A literal meal for royalty.

Bucky picked up an apple, throwing it in the air as he said, “We won’t help you if we don’t get something in return.”

Hades smirked. “Besides free range of my palace, my training facilities, my expertise, and my food?” Bucky was better at scowls, so Sam let him give Hades his best one. “I see. Right to the point.”

Sam asked, “What do we get out of this?”

“Besides revenge?”

“Something more.”

Hades quieted for a moment. He glanced at Elva, then to the water sprite beside him, who was munching her cured meat happily. “What do you want?”

Sam thought hard about it. To bargain with the Devil…His Christian mother must be turning over in her grave. Or rolling in the river just outside the palace walls. Sam shook the thought from his head.

So he kept it simple, stopping himself from asking for too much, too fast. “I want revenge, of course. But I want to be able to send my family a message that I’m alright.”

Hades hummed. “A letter system—Got it. Anything else?”

“I want to kill the bitch responsible for what I went through,” Bucky declared, then took his first bite of the red apple. You flinched beside him, your hands clenched into fists, as if ready to knock the fruit from his hands. But as Bucky chewed, nothing out of the ordinary occurred. He swallowed, waited a second, like his mind was wired to yours, and bit into it again.

“That would be Clotho, then. That can be arranged.” Hades turned to you, something devilish flashing in his dark blue eyes. “You?”

You paused, your jaw ticking. “Lachesis is the one who measured Ari’s life?”

Hades threw a grape into the air, ignoring the soft but irked pats from the water sprite, no doubt chastising him for being so careless in a conversation like this. Hades caught the grape in his mouth. “She is the one.”

“The one who measured my life?”

“The very one.”

Sam marked the way you huffed and finally pulled out a seat, four seats away from the God of the Dead himself. “Then I will kill her if you give me my choice back.”

“A cure for magical infertility,” Hades pondered, even if it wasn’t a question. Sam speculated the ways the God could have possibly known that, but that was just it—the God. “You have free use of my library. I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

“That simple?”

Hades gave a tilt of the head. “Did you expect a fight?”

“The God of the Underworld kidnaps us and there isn’t one? Seems a little suspicious to me,” Bucky snorted, reaching over to fill his plate. All the while being heavily scrutinized by the golden warrior studying him. Or…maybe what shone in Elva’s eyes was restrained amusement.

Bucky placed his plate down gently on the placemat made entirely from what looked like real gold, and took the seat beside you. Then pushed his plate gently between the two of you, offering to share.

Hades grunted, lifting his wine glass to his lips. “Those crones have pissed me off for centuries.”

Sam, the last one to relent and sit at the grand table, suggested,“Why not kill them yourself?”

Another eye roll from the great God. “I cannot kill my own Fates. And anyone cursed by them cannot kill them either.”

Sam turned his head in time to see Elva sneer and look down at her feet. It bothered him greatly that she was not given a plate, let alone a seat. Just left standing, her hand on the hilt of her silver sword, watching.

“Is Shortcake not cursed?” Sam asked.

Hades shook his head. “Her grandmother cursed her. The Fates simply found it reasonable and let it slide.”

“My grandmother. The Elementalist who could summon the dead. How does that make sense—her making me live.”

Shrugging, Hades took a long sip from his glass. “Immortality brought about a lot of death for you, didn’t it?”

Bucky grimaced, lifting his own wine glass. Sam was thankful as he changed the subject. “Where’s crone number one?”

“Clotho is our spinner. She spins the thread of human fate, and decides where you go from there. I’d say she’s hiding out on the icy plains of Cocytus.”

“There’s ice in Hell?” Sam asked. He risked taking a bite of the bread, noticing how you still hadn’t eaten a single thing.

Hades narrowed his eyes in response. “And trees, if you’re curious.”

To that, you lifted your head to him. “Where?”

Hades grinned, knowing he struck the correct cord. “My gardens are also free range.”

For a long minute, no one spoke. The water sprite chewed her food happily, smiling up at Hades as he smiled down at her. Sam watched every exchange—when Bucky buttered a piece of bread and handed it to you, mumbling that if he was destined to be stuck down here why not get you trapped here as well, which earned him a soft chuckle.

Sam also noticed the golden warrior studying him, her own grand posture causing him to straighten.

“I did not mean to trap you three in my world,” Hades muttered. “But I saw how you handled the demon. How you dealt with Maxwell, that insufferable idiot. Even Wenrel here was mad at him, and she’s never mad at him.”

At that, the water sprite hid her small face in her transparent hands.

“I am at a loss. The only Gods who will aid me in this are Hermes and Hecate. But they are Gods, their power only stretching so far when it comes to the Fates.”

“These literal Gods aren’t fighters?” you deadpanned.

Hades shook his head. “You don’t have to be a fighter to be a God and you don’t have to be a God to be a fighter.”

“We barely held down a demon,” Sam explained. “You expect us to hold the Moirai?”

“I think you three expect so little of what you can actually do.”

“Do not speak like the Crones, Hades,” Elva ordered. Sam braced himself for the God’s reprimand, for his hand to swing backward and strike her—anything that gave Sam a reason to leap over this table and twist his neck. But Hades did nothing of the sort. He regarded the warrior with a gentle smirk and a wave of his hand. A friendly wave, one contradicting the chains around her wrists and the seriousness of her face.

“Elva will also offer her sword. And teach you three how to wield your own.”

“So a bullet won’t do?” Bucky joked, swishing his wine around.

“Mortal instruments are not key here, Soldier. As with demons, we kill our own with our own,” Elva clarified.

No nickname for Bucky, my ass.

“And you’ll have the aid of Maxwell, Wenrel, and myself. Don’t you worry.” Hades mocked a bow the best he could sitting down.

This was all too crazy. Sam remembers the stories Steve shared that one week of calm after bringing everyone back—of how he visited space, another planet. Sam had joked that Steve had finally seen the whole world. That nothing could possibly live up to the bright colors of space jumping.

But here Sam was, trapped yet welcomed in the realm of middle school curiosity. Of mythology kids picked up for a few months, reveled in, then moved on from. In a realm of fantasy, even if his life proved anything but.

Thor is a Norse God. Loki, too. Sam shouldn’t be surprised he’s had a run-in with yet another God. Except this one needs his help.

Sam isn’t big on ego, but this is boosting his a Hell of a lot. Pun intended.

“For now,” Hades stood, buttoning his suit jacket. “Get some rest. You wake early tomorrow.”

~

    A knock on the door stirred you from your thoughts. You’ve been seated on the red velvet chair, looking at yourself in the mirror for however long it took to make your back strain. In Tenochtitlan, you had your own in your sitting room. One where your maids brushed your hair and adorned you with jewels. Then another during your limited stay at Versailles, but the glass wasn’t as impressive. The jewels were, however. This one, with its fine metal work and reflection dusted in glitter, outranked them all.

Brushing through your hair, you cleared your throat. “Come in.”

Bucky entered, smiling shyly. He came to sit beside you, his scooting narrowly throwing you off the chair itself until he gripped your hips and placed you on his lap. You were nearer his knee, but the sensation was all the same. With a small gasp, you met his eyes in the mirror. Eyes that glimmered with the knowledge of what emotions he just caused.

Stealing one silk hair-tie from the beautiful, onyx bowl beside all the perfumes, Bucky moved to tie his hair back. A tight bun, but one that failed to catch the tendrils of hair in the front from falling forward and framing his face.

“I don’t know how to start apologizing,” you began, but Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“Then don’t.”

You sighed, “This is all kinds of fucked up.”

“Are you worried he’s lying?”

You shrugged, sighing again when Bucky’s hands came up to run smoothly over your shoulders and back down. Over and over. “He mentioned other Gods. And yet, the myths aren’t real.”

“What do you mean?” Bucky asked, his eyebrows scrunching.

“Where the fuck is Persephone? If Hermes and Hecate are real, if the myth of the pomegranate is real, then where is she?”

Bucky grumbled, “Don’t even, for one second, think that you are Persephone.”

“My power involves life.”

“Yeah, and your literal soulmate was a human. If your fate was to be the Goddess of Spring, why did the Fates fuck with you at all?”

Bucky made a valid point. You know you’re an Elementalist—a being able to control one or many natural elements in the world, even those not classified as such. You know you’re a Mutant—a being born with a genetic mutation that was the sole reason for such power, hunted by demons themselves. You know you’re Mother Nature—yet another myth who’s sole purpose was to shape the Earth.

But Hades did call you a God. And Thor did compare you to other Gods who wielded similar power. Being the Goddess of Spring would be the cherry on top—but you’ve never quite liked cherries.

“I can’t produce offspring so we know I’m not Demeter, either.”

Bucky shuddered, and your laugh vibrated from your back into his chest. “Don’t—” Bucky laughed. “Don’t even suggest that.”

Your laugh only grew. You turned your face to him, your lips only centimeters apart. “What if I’m just not a Greek God?”

Bucky glanced down at the small space, his breath hitching the slightest bit. “That would make sense. You’re not Greek.”

Slowly, you nodded. You looked down at Bucky’s lips as well. Such perfect, pink miracles.

Six months. You’ve deprived yourself of Bucky’s taste for six months. For good reason, for a healthy and valid reason, but still. Now those sugar-spun lips were parting, and his hot breath mingled with yours, and your room wasn’t even that close to Sam’s—

A splash of water sounded from the door, slapping against the floor rapidly.

“Oh! Almost there, almost there—and!—Whoo!”

Wenrel, the water sprite, had shimmied her way underneath the crack of the door. Both you and Bucky turned, wide-eyed and confused.

Wenrel stood, all six inches of her, and placed her hands on her hips. Her glittering dress moved in the same direction as her hair, floating and curling. “The handsome one was not in his room so I decided to check in here.”

Bucky blushed, his lips twitching with the threat of a smile. “Uh, yeah. I’m in here.”

Wenrel skipped and shortened the distance between you, hopping onto a nearby chair, then leaped and pulled herself onto the dresser. There she sat on the overturned brush you were just using, crossing her legs as she leaned back on her hands, and smiled.

“I wasn’t talking about you. I was talking about the handsome one.”

Your grin widened. “Sam?”

“Ouch?” Bucky feigned offense.

Wenrel giggled. “Sam…the handsome one! You are the gorgeous one, Soldier.”

Bucky smiled truly now. “That’s better.”

“Wait,” you paused, blinking. “Sam isn’t in his room?”

Wenrel shook her head, and as she did small droplets of water sprung free and evaporated mid-air. “He went exploring, it seems.”

Bucky scoffed, already moving you off his lap so he could stand. “Mr. ‘I’m afraid of ghosts’, went exploring?”

“Probably for entrances and exits,” Wenrel divulged, her tone similar to those telling ghost stories. She giggled again as she witnessed Bucky puffing his chest. You blinked down at her, cocking an eyebrow. She giggled at you, too.

“Only entrance and exit he’s about to know is my foot entering his ass and exiting his mouth.”

With that, Bucky unhooked the gun from the back of his belt and removed the safety. You didn’t even know he had it on him.

“C’mon, Goddess,” Bucky urged, throwing open the bedroom door. The nickname wasn’t out of spite or jokes. Bucky said it like he had all the others—with the absolute intention of making your knees weak. Wenrel hopped onto your shoulder and made herself at home.

“We’ve got birdling to catch.”

~ 

TAGLIST: @fandoms-writings​ @hajmola-vs-aamchaska​​ @natbarnes1917​​ @howlermonkey69 

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x poc!reader #Bucky Barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #dreaming in june sequel #hunting the fates series #hunting the fates #sam wilson x original female character #captainsimagines #by Moni

[uniships]

[ ✗ ✗ ] I N T R O [ ✗ ✗ ]

why hello there. i am in search of some fun m// fandom roleplays. i’ve been roleplaying off and on for… a long time. i’m old. like watched hey arnold while building a maze for my hamster out of vhs tapes old.

[ ✗ ✗ ] G U I D E L I N E S [ ✗ ✗ ]

✗ please be 18+, preferably 21+.

✗ i prefer m/m only for main pairings (all other pairings welcome on the side).

✗ i love partners who enjoy plotting as much as i do.

✗ i absolutely welcome ooc chatting, though it is not required.

✗ i would like to hold the roleplay over discord (uniumi#9246), or private messages here.

✗ let's aim for 1-2 posts/week. more is great, but not required.

✗ i have no required word count. i typically post between 3-7 paragraphs.

✗ i have no out of the ordinary triggers, but please let me know yours.

✗ let's have fun!

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[ ✗ ✗ ] P A I R I N G S [ ✗ ✗ ]

i’ve got so many ships, so i’m going to list the pairings i enjoy below. as for plots, it will depend on the pairing, but i especially love AUs, so i’ll list some AU settings after pairings.

*as a note, i do not play minors, so all of these characters would be over 18.*

Bold = my preferred character

✔ Marvel

✗ Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

✗ Eddie Brock/Venom

✗ Loki/Thor

✗ Peter Parker/Wade Wilson

✗ Peter Parker/Tony Stark

✔ Hannibal

✗ Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter

✔ The Kingsman

✗ Eggsy Unwin x Harry Hart

✔ Our Flag Means Death

✗ Stede Bonnet/Edward Teach

✔ Stranger Things

✗ Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington

✗ Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington

✔ Supernatural

✗ Dean Winchester/Castiel

✗ Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

✔ Teen Wolf

✗ Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale

[ ✗ ✗ ] A U S E T T I N G S [ ✗ ✗ ]

i am happy to plot off of canon events, but I do love throwing fandoms into AU settings, so here’s some ideas. this is by no means a complete list, so if there’s something you enjoy, throw it my way!

✗ Hunger Games

✗ Stranger Things

✗ Human/Demon

✗ Famous/Body Guard

✗ Vampire/Werewolf

✗ Soul Mates

✗ Lost City

✗ Lost

✗ Arranged Marriage

✗ Star Trek

✗ Jurassic Park

#rp search #roleplay #roleplay search #m/m #ofmd #ironstrange #black bonnet #spideypool #wincest #destiel #hartwin #harringrove #steddie #thorki #symbrock #hannigram #sterek

[ao3feed-winterhawk2-archive]

An Archer's Tale

by controlofwhatido, rufferto

The one in which Bucky is a WereLion and Clint is a human disaster with a heart of gold. Alternate Universe that begins a week after the battle of NY and the timeline is late Spring, early summer. Yelena is Clint’s best friend instead of Natasha. Coulson didn’t die. The writer plays fast and loose with the MCU timeline and Bucky has a mostly similar but very different background along with Natasha and Brock.

While healing from being wounded during the battle of NY, Clint gets mail that tells him he needs to go to Iowa so he uses this as an excuse to avoid having to spend months in the tower being bored. On the way to his farm, Clint stops briefly in the town motel overnight. In the morning, he is groggy on pain-killers and pretty much out of it when he encounters the Circus and Bucky the lion being tormented. He has no idea what is going on and things snowball a bit. Now his farm is hosting the Circus and he’s not sure how that happened but he's going to roll with it.

Clint gets embroiled in many things at the farm related to his brother’s shenanigans and Bucky the Lion that a guy who’s supposed to be healing from brain trauma and a broken arm should not be dealing with.

Words: 1481, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Brock Rumlow, Ororo Munroe, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Jean Grey, Barney Barton, John Walker, Sharon Carter

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov/Brock Rumlow, Clint Barton & Steve Rogers, Clint Barton & Yelena Belova, Clint Barton & Kate Bishop

Additional Tags: injured!Clint, WereLion!Bucky, young maximoffs, coulson didn't die, xmen are around, Clint & Bobbi were married but now divorced, Barton Farm Shenannigans, Bisexual Clint Barton, Deaf Clint Barton, Random Defenders, The Maximoffs are Magneto’s children, Bucky has the Winter Soldier background with a twist, Alternate Universe, Nobody Dies, Angst, Drama, Internal pain, Clint Barton has a fuck-ton of isssues, Headaches, witchy-woo, varied POV mostly Clint, Buttercup the boa constrictor, hot!james, migraines, Nightmares, Destiny, soul mates, Author regrets nothing, Clint and Yelena are best friends, Wealthy Clint Barton, But he's still a disaster, Clint Barton Has Hearing Aids, Human Disaster Clint Barton, winterhawk - Freeform, Witch Curses, Snake Charmer Nat, The Amazing Hawkeye, Fortune Teller Ororo Monroe, Sketchy but reliable Sheriff John Walker, Brock is kind of an asshole, but not a badguy, Clint and Natasha do not know eachother, longfic, Slow Burn

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48457615

#WinterHawk #Bucky/Clint #Clint/Bucky #Bucky Barnes #Clint Barton #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic

[endlesstwanted]

Souls and mates

New chapter in my Darcy Lewis-centric, Fantasy/Soulmates AU fic. Read chapter 4 on Ao3 or read from the beginning.

Prompts filled:

@darcylewisbingohq prompt R9 — Fantasy (Megacard, 2023) + Rivalry Week (weekly challenge, feb 12)

@allcapsbingo prompt O2 — Truth serum

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Chapter Pairings: Darcy Lewis & Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson Chapter tags: Fantasy AU, Soulmates, Bonding, Shapeshifting Chapter summary: Darcy shares her concerns with the Tower's soulmates. Worcount: 1.2 k

#dlbingohq #AllCapsBingo2023 #marvel fanfic #polyamory #darcy lewis #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #sam wilson

[ao3feed-stevebucky]

Last Exit to Brooklyn (A Shrunkyclunks Soul Mark AU)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/iOGdhrY

by Gloromeien

When Steve Rogers emerged from the ice, he wound up not only in a whole new century, but also with a brand-new soul mark. Knowing that the person he was destined to be with might be just around the corner made it easier for him to settle into a future where happily ever after was a sure thing. Until the Romanian drummer of a 'popular in Europe' heavy metal band, and freight car of personal baggage, come crashing into his life...

Words: 8220, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Darcy Lewis, Pepper Potts, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, Wanda Maximoff, Bruce Banner, Helen Cho (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Shrunkyclunks, Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Divergence - Post-Avengers (2012), Tommy Lee!Bucky Barnes, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Soul Bond, soul mark, soul mates, soul mark au, Steve Rogers Feels, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Feels, Romanian Bucky Barnes, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Natasha Romanoff is a Good Bro, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Original Character(s), Original Romanian Family, Past Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, but it's barely mentioned, Past Drug Addiction, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Bucky is a recovering addict, Emphasis on recovering, meet angry, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Food Porn, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Tattoos, Bucky Has Ink, Rock Star Bucky Barnes, Steve has dogs, Very loyal and cute dogs, Found Family, I swear there's going to be an HEA, Steve Rogers is Not a Virgin, Stubbornness Abounds, Pining, Let me know if you notice anything I forgot...

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/iOGdhrY

#ao3feed #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stevebucky #stucky #steve/bucky #stevexbucky #fanfic

[themculibrary]

Laughter During Sex Masterlist

desk (ao3) - cardiganweather leo/jemma E, 3k

Summary: Jemma asks for something.

Dreaming Of You (ao3) - otpcutie steve/bucky E, 12k

Summary: Steve arrives at Bucky’s and before he rouses from sleep, Steve notices he’s hard. He asks Bucky about the dream he was having and things progress from there…

feel like myself in your bed (ao3) - tonystarktrash pepper/tony E, 20k

Summary: On the eve of her final interview with Stark Industries, Pepper heads to a bar in search of stress relief. She finds it in a man named Tony.

tldr; it's shameless smut

Gonna Make You Sweat (ao3) - this_is_too_fyuckking_much sam/bucky E, 2k

Summary: Bucky and Sam can't help trying to one-up each other, even in bed.

Head First (ao3) - WhoopsOK peter/wade E, 3k

Summary: Wade turns to find a very wide-eyed Peter sitting on his couch, freshly showered and fully at home-away-from-home, which would be great if Wade had any clothes on.

Scrambling buck-ass-naked through the window of his own apartment was not how he intended to come out to Spiderman, but well, these sorts of things just happen to him. Gotta look into acid proof suits.

“Heya Spidey,” Wade says because, well, nothing to be done about it now. He holds his arms out looking down at his own body, and well—yeah, that’s still a sight, ain’t it? “Sorry, pal, didn’t mean to shaft the funhouse onto you unawares. Get it? Shaft?”

(Peter sees Wade naked and they jump into this head first. Pun intended.)

Interesting Pursuits (ao3) - AuroraWest loki/stephen E, 7k

Summary: Stephen has an intriguing proposition for New Year's Eve. Loki takes him up on it.

Last But Not Yeast (ao3) - KandiSheek steve/tony E, 5k

Summary: Tony blames it all on American Pie.

Love In Slow Motion (ao3) - Hale13 mj/peter E, 3k

Summary: The last thing Peter wanted was to go to Midtown’s five year class reunion and there’s nothing that can make him forgive Ned for conning him into going.

Okay. Maybe there’s one thing.

Sam Needs a Break (ao3) - geekyziam sam/bucky E, 3k

Summary: Sam's been feeling the stress of all the pressure in his life lately and Bucky's there to help him let go

Strangers Who Fit Together More Like Soul Mates (ao3) - fandomfluffandfuck steve/bucky E, 6k

Summary: Steve and Bucky meet at a bar- Thanks to Sam Wilson's habit in meddling with Steve's love life. That and the fact that he's fucking done with staring at Steve staring (and drooling) at that guy on the other side of the bar. So he makes sure they have a good time. Possibly the best time either of them have ever had because of the way they seem to perfectly /fill out/ each other.

Or: Steve shows Bucky that his dick's size doesn't have to hinder his sex life.

Surprise Afternoon Shopping (ao3) - endlesstwanted bucky/tony E, 6k

Summary: With Bucky’s promotion’s party this weekend, Tony’s taken on a surprise afternoon shopping session in search of clothes for the occasion. They just may or may not have spent all of it at Bucky’s regular sex shop.

Thinking Back To Your Laugh, Your Smell And Skin (ao3) - endlesstwanted steve/sam E, 11k

Summary: Steve needs a fake date for his brother's wedding, and Natasha suggests bringing their co-worker and common friend Sam. Or course, Steve doesn't know that Sam's in love with him, or everything that weekend can unchain, forever giving their relationship a twist.

Touch (ao3) - orphan_account steve/tony M, 1k

Summary: "I have another little present for you, soldier," Tony said, guiding Steve's hand to dip below the waistband. He let the pants slip a little, reaching below in a show of readjusting himself with Steve's hand, letting him feel what was unmistakably lace covering his ass. "Feel that?"

"You wore-is this-?"

"All for you, Steve," Tony promised lowly. "Just for you. D'you like it?"

Vacations And People Who Look A Little Like Paradise (ao3) - st3llarkid pepper/tony/stephen E, 12k

Summary: Tony loves getting the things that he wants. Tonight, that just so happens to be Dr. Stephen Strange.

you're the fireworks flyin' on the fourth of july (ao3) - IamShadow21 steve/bucky E, 2k

Summary: Steve's got ninety-five years' worth of Bucky's birthdays to catch up on.

you were an army officer, and i just a rockette (ao3) - bisamwilson sam/bucky E, 11k

Summary: Bucky buys a USO uniform, and Sam learns there are merits to being late.

10/31/21: Sam gets a turn with the uniform.

10/30/22: Sam comes home to another surprise.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #masterlists #smut #sex tw #laughterduringsex #laughterduringsex masterlist

[stony-ao3-feed]

An Archer's Tale

Read it on AO3

by controlofwhatido, rufferto

The one in which Bucky is a WereLion and Clint is a human disaster with a heart of gold. Alternate Universe that begins a week after the battle of NY and the timeline is late Spring, early summer. Yelena is Clint’s best friend instead of Natasha. Coulson didn’t die. The writer plays fast and loose with the MCU timeline and Bucky has a mostly similar but very different background along with Natasha and Brock.

While healing from being wounded during the battle of NY, Clint gets mail that tells him he needs to go to Iowa so he uses this as an excuse to avoid having to spend months in the tower being bored. On the way to his farm, Clint stops briefly in the town motel overnight. In the morning, he is groggy on pain-killers and pretty much out of it when he encounters the Circus and Bucky the lion being tormented. He has no idea what is going on and things snowball a bit. Now his farm is hosting the Circus and he’s not sure how that happened but he's going to roll with it.

Clint gets embroiled in many things at the farm related to his brother’s shenanigans and Bucky the Lion that a guy who’s supposed to be healing from brain trauma and a broken arm should not be dealing with.

Words: 1481, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Brock Rumlow, Ororo Munroe, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Jean Grey, Barney Barton, John Walker, Sharon Carter

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov/Brock Rumlow, Clint Barton & Steve Rogers, Clint Barton & Yelena Belova, Clint Barton & Kate Bishop

Additional Tags: injured!Clint, WereLion!Bucky, young maximoffs, coulson didn't die, xmen are around, Clint & Bobbi were married but now divorced, Barton Farm Shenannigans, Bisexual Clint Barton, Deaf Clint Barton, Random Defenders, The Maximoffs are Magneto’s children, Bucky has the Winter Soldier background with a twist, Alternate Universe, Nobody Dies, Angst, Drama, Internal pain, Clint Barton has a fuck-ton of isssues, Headaches, witchy-woo, varied POV mostly Clint, Buttercup the boa constrictor, hot!james, migraines, Nightmares, Destiny, soul mates, Author regrets nothing, Clint and Yelena are best friends, Wealthy Clint Barton, But he's still a disaster, Clint Barton Has Hearing Aids, Human Disaster Clint Barton, winterhawk - Freeform, Witch Curses, Snake Charmer Nat, The Amazing Hawkeye, Fortune Teller Ororo Monroe, Sketchy but reliable Sheriff John Walker, Brock is kind of an asshole, but not a badguy, Clint and Natasha do not know eachother, longfic, Slow Burn

Read it on AO3

#stony #fanfiction #ao3feed #superhusbands #stevetony

[ao3feed-stony]

An Archer's Tale

by controlofwhatido, rufferto

The one in which Bucky is a WereLion and Clint is a human disaster with a heart of gold. Alternate Universe that begins a week after the battle of NY and the timeline is late Spring, early summer. Yelena is Clint’s best friend instead of Natasha. Coulson didn’t die. The writer plays fast and loose with the MCU timeline and Bucky has a mostly similar but very different background along with Natasha and Brock.

While healing from being wounded during the battle of NY, Clint gets mail that tells him he needs to go to Iowa so he uses this as an excuse to avoid having to spend months in the tower being bored. On the way to his farm, Clint stops briefly in the town motel overnight. In the morning, he is groggy on pain-killers and pretty much out of it when he encounters the Circus and Bucky the lion being tormented. He has no idea what is going on and things snowball a bit. Now his farm is hosting the Circus and he’s not sure how that happened but he's going to roll with it.

Clint gets embroiled in many things at the farm related to his brother’s shenanigans and Bucky the Lion that a guy who’s supposed to be healing from brain trauma and a broken arm should not be dealing with.

Words: 1481, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Brock Rumlow, Ororo Munroe, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Jean Grey, Barney Barton, John Walker, Sharon Carter

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov/Brock Rumlow, Clint Barton & Steve Rogers, Clint Barton & Yelena Belova, Clint Barton & Kate Bishop

Additional Tags: injured!Clint, WereLion!Bucky, young maximoffs, coulson didn't die, xmen are around, Clint & Bobbi were married but now divorced, Barton Farm Shenannigans, Bisexual Clint Barton, Deaf Clint Barton, Random Defenders, The Maximoffs are Magneto’s children, Bucky has the Winter Soldier background with a twist, Alternate Universe, Nobody Dies, Angst, Drama, Internal pain, Clint Barton has a fuck-ton of isssues, Headaches, witchy-woo, varied POV mostly Clint, Buttercup the boa constrictor, hot!james, migraines, Nightmares, Destiny, soul mates, Author regrets nothing, Clint and Yelena are best friends, Wealthy Clint Barton, But he's still a disaster, Clint Barton Has Hearing Aids, Human Disaster Clint Barton, winterhawk - Freeform, Witch Curses, Snake Charmer Nat, The Amazing Hawkeye, Fortune Teller Ororo Monroe, Sketchy but reliable Sheriff John Walker, Brock is kind of an asshole, but not a badguy, Clint and Natasha do not know eachother, longfic, Slow Burn

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48457615

#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america #fan fiction #ao3 stony feed #stony fan

[otaku-trash]

Masterlist

Some of these shows/games I still need to catch up on so please give me time. Anything that has a line crossed through it doesn’t have anything posted under it but you can still request that character or something off the show or game.

Rules

Prompts

Request: Open  > Closed

Crime Shows

Criminal Minds

NCIS

Marvel

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

Bruse Banner

Natasha Romanoff

Clint Barton

Wanda Maximoff

Peitro Maximoff

Vision

Stephen Strange

Peter Parker

Sam Wilson

James Barns

Arrowverse

The Flash

The Arrow

Legends of Tomorrow

Fantasy

The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings

Narnia

Supernatural

The Vampire Diarie Univers

Harry Potter

Stranger Things 

Eleven

Mike Wheeler

Nancy Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Will Byers

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The Exicuter’s Gladiator

The Casanova’s Woman

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[demonsandmischief]

Come Home To Me (Something Special Spin-Off)

Marvel - A Sam Wilson Imagine

Sam Wilson x Female Reader

1K Words

Here's Something Special (Bucky's Story). You might want to read it for this to make sense.

PLEASE NOTE: this does contain spoilers for TFATWS. This starts off at the party that's at the end of ep 6. Also you might need to read Bucky's Story for this AU to make sense (link above). Bucky's girl doesn't have a name since it's technically 'you' lol I hope it's not confusing. enjoy!!

The Beginning.

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Sam Wilson watched Bucky and his girl sway contentedly to the music, the slightest bit of envy tugging at his chest.

It had been a good party, celebrating him taking up the mantle of Captain America, and he and Bucky seemed to have developed a new level of understanding for each other. There was no one more deserving of a soulmate then him.

"Sam, I don't see why you don't just try," Sarah, his sister, whispered. She was talking about the dreams, having caught on to the longing in his eyes.

"Don't you think I have? We've talked about this before, let's not talk about it right now."

Sarah sighed with a nod, "Alright then, do you want to dance? I know your mopey ass can't keep up with me."

Sam chuckled, "Yeah, right."

They moved over towards Bucky who lifted his head with a soft smile.

"Hi guys," his girl also gave a gentle smile. "Do you want to dance, Sam?"

"Hey," Bucky frowned, looking down at her. "We were having a moment."

"I'd love to dance. It's a way better option than dancing with my sister. Move out of the way cyborg," Sam grinned.

Bucky huffed, but he couldn't be upset, not when he had a beautiful girl still looking at him like he held the world. And for her, he did.

"He loves you," Sam murmured, watching as her eyes followed Bucky as he laughed at something Sarah said.

Even in the low light he could see her blush, "You have someone special out there for you too, you know? Either way, you have me and Buck and Sarah, all of these wonderful people who love and support you."

It was quiet after that. Sam's head filling with daydreams, of hope and future.

"You want to piss him off?" Sam asked mischievously.

"I'm not sure," she giggled.

Sam took that as a yes, putting his hand on her waist and dipping her back. She laughed, grabbing his arms so she didn't fall.

"That's enough, Sam," Bucky growled, pulling her to his chest.

"I think he's got better moves than you," she teased.

----

After Sam helped clean up from the party, he returned home. The house was quiet. Sarah had returned earlier to put her boys to sleep, and he didn't even want to know what Bucky and his girl were up to.

His mind was running with what she had told him. He wasn't really alone, not at all. He had the best friends and family anybody could ask for. Plus, with being Captain America, he was going to be a busy man.

Yet, he couldn't bury the longing he felt. The pain of loneliness curling through his body like a snake. He wanted to share his life with somebody, have someone to come home to.

With his mind made up, he was going to try the dreams again. It had been a while since he last tried. Every time he did, no one ever showed up.

When he fell asleep, his dreams took him to the a room that he was too familiar with. It was pitch black, and the world shifted intensely under his feet. It was like he couldn't stand up straight.

"Hello?" he called.

The room was empty.

----

"You're too quiet. What's wrong?" Bucky asked, gathering plates for breakfast.

Sam hesitated, but he remembered when the man had confided in him. Maybe it would be okay to talk to someone.

"They never show up," he said, eyes concentrating on the pancakes he was flipping. "Every single night. There has to be something wrong with me."

Bucky moved closer. "You know how I felt about the whole thing. They could be scared. You should keep trying. Besides, being Captain America, giving up isn't an option." He patted his back, disappearing into the dining room.

Sam tried again that night.

"Hello?" he called.

"I'm sorry," a sweet voice called back. Sam's heart thudded viciously in his chest. It seemed to match the movement of the dark room, shrouding him in the intense sound.

"It's okay. Why can't I see you? Are you alright?" he managed to yell back.

"No. They're watching me. This is the only chance I had. I'm sorry."

Sam woke up in a cold sweat. You were supposed to forget your dreams, but there was no way he would ever forget that.

They're watching me. What the hell? Pure nightmare fuel.

"Could you see, in your dreams, I mean?" Sam asked Bucky the next day as they sat on his boat.

Bucky blew out air, "From what I remember, yeah. I could only see her I think. Why?"

Sam told him about his dream, taking a drink to swallow down the fear and confusion.

"I don't have any answers for you. I wish I did," Bucky consoled. "Some progress is better than no progress, though. Right?"

---

On the third night, Sam really considered not showing up, but what if he missed his chance? The entire thing was just so draining.

"Can you come get me?" the same female voice called, this time fearful and exhausted. "I'm running out of time, but I think I am in a warehouse of some sort. It's filled with people. There's locked rooms in the basement."

----

Sam listened intently. He needed to remember. He needed to get to you.

Here's Part 2

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[loveforever86]

Ok, now things got serious... These two 😍🥰

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[ao3feed-winterhawk2-archive]

An Archer's Tale

by controlofwhatido, rufferto

The one in which Bucky is a WereLion and Clint is a human disaster with a heart of gold. Alternate Universe that begins a week after the battle of NY and the timeline is late Spring, early summer. Yelena is Clint’s best friend instead of Natasha. Coulson didn’t die. The writer plays fast and loose with the MCU timeline and Bucky has a mostly similar but very different background along with Natasha and Brock.

While healing from being wounded during the battle of NY, Clint gets mail that tells him he needs to go to Iowa so he uses this as an excuse to avoid having to spend months in the tower being bored. On the way to his farm, Clint stops briefly in the town motel overnight. In the morning, he is groggy on pain-killers and pretty much out of it when he encounters the Circus and Bucky the lion being tormented. He has no idea what is going on and things snowball a bit. Now his farm is hosting the Circus and he’s not sure how that happened but he's going to roll with it.

Clint gets embroiled in many things at the farm related to his brother’s shenanigans and Bucky the Lion that a guy who’s supposed to be healing from brain trauma and a broken arm should not be dealing with.

Words: 1481, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Brock Rumlow, Ororo Munroe, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Jean Grey, Barney Barton, John Walker, Sharon Carter

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov/Brock Rumlow, Clint Barton & Steve Rogers, Clint Barton & Yelena Belova, Clint Barton & Kate Bishop

Additional Tags: injured!Clint, WereLion!Bucky, young maximoffs, coulson didn't die, xmen are around, Clint & Bobbi were married but now divorced, Barton Farm Shenannigans, Bisexual Clint Barton, Deaf Clint Barton, Random Defenders, The Maximoffs are Magneto’s children, Bucky has the Winter Soldier background with a twist, Alternate Universe, Nobody Dies, Angst, Drama, Internal pain, Clint Barton has a fuck-ton of isssues, Headaches, witchy-woo, varied POV mostly Clint, Buttercup the boa constrictor, hot!james, migraines, Nightmares, Destiny, soul mates, Author regrets nothing, Clint and Yelena are best friends, Wealthy Clint Barton, But he's still a disaster, Clint Barton Has Hearing Aids, Human Disaster Clint Barton, winterhawk - Freeform, Witch Curses, Snake Charmer Nat, The Amazing Hawkeye, Fortune Teller Ororo Monroe, Sketchy but reliable Sheriff John Walker, Brock is kind of an asshole, but not a badguy, Clint and Natasha do not know eachother, longfic, Slow Burn

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48457615

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[wint3r-h3art]

Hello, my darlings. Thank you all for this amazing milestone! I’ve never thought that I would even get 100 followers back in August, but y’all surprised me! I’m so, so grateful for everyone that support me and encouraged to write. Furthermore, I can’t say thank you enough for the friendship you have given me.

As a thank you, I am setting up this writing challenge as way to show case your incredible talents, share the love, and spread the positivities to our community. 

This is a 18+ writing challenge only.

General Guidelines: 

I have made a list of AUs & Tropes, and genre  that you can pick from. For the challenge, you will sign up for the AU(s) and/or trope(s) along with the character(s) and genre(s) you wish to write via my inbox, i.e.: Fairytale Au + smut + Loki.  

Each AUs and tropes are two people max. If the tropes and AUs are not available, I will reach out to you personally to discuss other options. You have until April 30th to join the challenge. I accept most of genre: fluff, angst, smut, crack. 

For dark piece, I WILL NOT accept non-con, underage smut,  incest, step-cest, implied grooming. If you are planning to write dark pieces, please check with me first. If we both agreed on the topic, please make sure to tag your work accordingly when you submitted it. 

Please use Readmore option for your works if they are over 500 words.

You have until June 12th to submit your works! Whether it’s a one-shot, or multi-part, please tag me [ @wint3r-h3art​]

You can also submit your work here as well in case I missed your tag.

I will be following #wint3r-h3art #wint3r h3art #lindas1.2kchallenge and/or #lindas1.2kcelebration

MASTERLIST OF THE SUBMITTED WORKS

Below the cut will be the list of the aus/tropes, characters you can sign up for. Please be as creative as you want, and overall, just have fun with it 

Love Triangle

Baker/Barista Au @/crazycookiecrumbles

Enemies to Lovers

Friends to Lovers @/chicken-fifi

CEO @/tonystarksfavoritedaughter

Roommates

Bed Sharing. @/blackbat05

Fake Relationship/Fake Marriage @/freshabogados

Fairytale

Star-crossed Lover/Forbidden Love @/buckybleu

Two Idiots in love @/capsheadquaters & @/chicken-fifi

Mafia/Mobster au @/tonystarksfavoritedaughter

Bodyguard au @/dilemmaontwolegs

Jealous/Possessive @/fluffyprettykitty

College au @/writerwhat

Arranged Marriage au

Soul Mate

Second Chance/A case of an Ex

Forced Proximity @/graysonshaven

Royalty Au @/tinydramatist

Mythology @/tom-whore-dleston

Spy vs spy

Undercovered @/blackbat05

Rockstar/movie star au

Single parent @/burnthoneymint

** no longer available

Marvel Characters: Xu Shang-Chi, Peter Parker (specified which one), Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Steven Grant | Marc Specter, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Thor, Sam Wilson, Erick Kilmonger, Pietro Maximoff (AoU), Stephen Strange, Scott Lang, Bruce Banner.

DC/DCEU: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Terry McGinnis, Barry Allen, Arthur Curry

Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Poe Dameron, Finn, Darth Maul, Darth Revan (Old Republic).

RPF: Simu Liu, Gong Yoo, Danile Dae Kim, Oscar Isaac, Pedro Pascal, Andrew Garfield, Tom Hiddleston, Chris Evan, Jon Bernthal, Charlie Cox, Anthony Mackie, Jason Mamoa, Michael B. Jordan, Johnathan Major.

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