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cricket-reader · 1 year

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Cricket-reader’s James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes Masterlist

Masterlist | A03 | Wattpad | Recommendations | Inbox

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Legend:

💔 - Angst 💕 - Fluff ❤️‍🔥 - Smut ✨ - Favourites

Vanilla 💔💕❤️‍🔥✨

In which Bucky falls in love with a girl from around the tower. Scared of damaging her—like he does with everything—he pushes her away. Sweet, gentle caresses and hands that smell of vanilla make him rethink his actions.

I’ve Got a Secret I 💔💕✨ Part II

A fight brings both of them to go separate ways. That is until Natasha clears the air.

Excitement is in the air as Miranda nears her due date. Bucky is absolutely thrilled.

Side of the Road 💔✨ (incomplete series)

Whilst driving home from their flopped mission, the Avengers find a women on the side of the road, badly injured. They bring her to the compound to help her.

Christmastime 💕

Expecting to be alone this Christmas, Bucky is pleasantly surprised when a certain someone shows up at his door bringing festive holiday cheer.

Stowaway 💔(💕?)

Bucky takes home a woman he found whilst out on a mission. Quickly he learns that it might have been too rash of a decision to make. (March Trope-a-Thon day 2)

Your Warmth 💔💕❤️‍🔥✨

Stuck in a snowstorm, she doubts she’ll make it out alive. What happens when an unexpected person rescues her from the storm? (March Trope-a-Thon day 1)

Agony 💔💕

Bucky ’s girlfriend is sick and in a lot of pain. He just wants to make her feel better. (Whumpril day 4)

You Got It Easy 💔💕✨

Whilst in an argument, Bucky says something that he will always regret.

Treasures Left Unprotected… 💔💕✨

Bucky remembers someone from his time at Hydra in a nightmare and goes to find them. (June of Doom day 2)

Mutual Agreement 💔💕

whilst on a mission, you and Bucky get caught in the cold. Your body doesn’t handle the temperature well, being you’re not a supersoldier. Your state brings back memories of Bucky’s life before Hydra, making him fear for your health. (June of Doom day 4)

Selfish Touch 💕💔

Bucky is scared to have you stay the night, terrified that he’ll hurt you. You assure him that it’ll be okay. (June of Doom day 6)

Something in Common 💔💕

you get captured and held in captivity. Bucky finds you and has an argument with your dad, Tony. Later, Bucky confesses his feelings for you. (June of Doom day 8)

Broken Promises 💔💕✨

the asset had promised you that he would save you, that he’d come back for you if he ever managed to escape. He didn’t come back for you. Something that both of you needed to work through if you ever wanted to heal. (June of Doom day 13)

Don’t Leave Me 💔

Safe and Sound 💔💕✨

you and Bucky were out on a date. Everything went wrong so quickly. (June of Doom day 15)

Bucky finds you. Everything goes wrong so quickly. Can Bucky forgive himself for something he blames himself for? (June of Doom day 16)

Sabotage 💔💕

after a particularly rough mission and some gaslighting, you’re there to help Bucky pick up the pieces. (June of Doom day 17)

The Fall 💔💕

Bucky remembers the fall (June of Doom day 18)

Prince Charming 💔💕

Bucky is confused as to how you have been able to keep your abusive relationship from him for so long. (June of Doom day 29)

Easy A 💔💕

after a truly awful date, you are comforted by Bucky. (High School AU)

A03 Works:

Bucky Barnes Doesn’t Understand 💕💔

a series of one shots in which Bucky learns a lot of new things.

Coldest Winter 💕💔

It was almost too easy for Brock to convince the Avengers that Bucky and him were dating. No one blinked an eye at the fact that he was now living in the Avengers Tower with his "boyfriend". (Winter Whumperland day 4)

Unloveable 💔💕

Quiet 💔💕

Vanilla (part 2) 💔💕(❤️‍🔥?)

Side of the Road (part 4) 💔💕

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internecion-witch · 1 year

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RWBY AU where Whitely imprints on another character since they showed an ounce of love and care for this small child with an asshole father and alcoholic mom.

Like imagine: Whitley running away from home directly after volume 3 because his father is gone, his mom probably wont notice until Jacques and Weiss get back (if at all) and Klein definitely wants these kids out of here asap and its the perfect chance.

He means to get on the first boat to mistral, Winter and him have a strained relationship but she would help him (he hopes anyway, he doesn't have any other options). But he accidentally got on one to menagerie and he realizes this is a whole island of people hiding from Jacques Schnee, the SDC, and Atlas. Where better to hide?

Whitley has been robbed 3 times and he realizes he has made a massive mistake. Somehow no one recognizes that he's a Schnee but the first time he was robbed they took all his money and valuables so now he can't even leave. He tried to stowaway on a boat to Mistral but they caught him and now he can't even walk past the docks without glares from the workers.

Kali Belladonna finds this small human child desperately attempting, and failing, to barter with a food stall to trade his expensive Atlesian jacket for a meal, takes pity and pays for the food herself. She asks him where his parents are and he responds very concerningly, and she does have this big house, with spare beds...

Ghira loves his wife, he really does. Shes often right about things and she has a heart so big for everyone she meets. But she could at least ask before offering to let a random human child stay with them. He tries to express his concerns to her but the moment he expresses doubt over if this is really a good idea the boy gets this look of pure pain and fear on his face he can't ignore. He immediately shuts up and after a moment tells the boy he's free to stay as long as he likes.

Blake wasn't really expecting any major surprises from her parents. As it turns out she was wrong not to because when she first stepped foot in the house and sees the brother Weiss mentioned once she can't help but ask why Whitley Schnee is here of all places.

Whitley freezes because hes a Schnee on menagerie and everyone just found out and he has to go he has to ru- and Kali just hugs him he looks at her and she has the same level of love and care on her face as always, maybe just a little bit more (a look he can't remember seeing on either of his parents) and he just starts crying and hugging back.

#rwby #whitley schnee #Jacques Schnee is a shit father #if i get one note this is going on ao3

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lieutenantmongoose · 2 years

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Verse RoundUp, AU’s, and Tags RP Verse/AU: ~ Fic: *

~The Moon Will Sing: - Main/Canon Verse

*~ Please Sir May I Have Some More: - In Which Jopson shares this blog with Fagin the cat, who is the star of this AU and has his own grand adventures. Being that he is a Cat, Fagin is able to speak to other animals and also both see and communicate with Ghosts and other Spirits. Fagin is always available to offer opinions and observations on a variety of subjects, so long as he’s talking to someone who understands Cat.

~* In Clean New Clothes: - In which Jopson serves tea at meetings of the Language Exchange Association and is occasionally assigned to babysit the two French stowaways, Amicia and Hugo.

~*Welcome to My Table (Bring Your Hunger): - Requisite werewolf au but not like that don’t shoot me

*Oh Captain, Deal: - (Under Construction) Jopson has been abandoned at the final camp, but this time a wounded Crozier remains there with him. Though the two determine to help each other survive, Jopson is unaware that his captain is a mere hallucination and he is alone after all.

~Make a Mercy: - (under construction) Modern AU

~*Fearful They End: -After being killed quite literally before his time, Jopson finds himself in the alarming situation of haunting The Terror as a ghost. He’s in good company, but feels there’s more to be done. With threats mounting against Crozier and Co, Jopson searches for a way to communicate with the captain, only to discover that the only living beings that can consistently see him are Tuunbaq itself, Fagin the cat, Neptune the dog, and...Lieutenant Irving? (somewhat crack) ~*Tied Together With String (People Are Puppets) - (under construction) Night At the Museum AU!

~* Merely Dreaming We Were Snow - (Under Construction) In which, in addition to the other symptoms they must contend with, members of the expedition also begin to develop strange...abilities. Some of the men change shape. Some light fires in their hands. For his part, Jopson starts seeing things.

*Strange Winter: - Due to unfortunate circumstances, which will not under any circumstances be explained, Jopson is now a cat. This makes his job somewhat difficult. (Crack)

Loved You Like the Sun || Crozier A Watercolor Blur || Irving The Woeful May Cease || Dr. Stanley How Bold I Was || Collins He Asked Me to Pray || Jopson & Irving Nothing But Dreams || Jopson & Little

#*long sigh* good grief #look at me saying ''fics'' as if XD god maybe XD #i'm but a simple hornet's nest and this show was an industrial strength baseball bat

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bottoms-movie · 3 years

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SAMBUCKY FIC RECS

so a lot of people seemed interested this so here it is! if ya’ll like this, i can make more parts! this is split into three categories: based on tfatws, canon divergence, and au. all fics are on ao3. all of the fics are complete. some fics do include smut, but i included the ratings, so make sure to check for that based on preferences!

also, feel free to send me asks on your thoughts on any fics or if you’re interested in another sambucky fic rec post!

BASED ON TFATWS

Fill the Hole in my Heart | Not Rated | 4,848 words

Bucky dives into the world of online dating. The girls are nice, but there seems to be something missing. When he goes to Louisiana to meet Sam and his family, he realizes what that something was.

Skip, Reverse | Explicit | 7,945 words

Sam stood in the middle of their local Target with a throw pillow in each hand. The one in his left hand was butter-soft and matched the drapes in the living room, but Bucky had walked by five seconds ago and declared the one on the right “absolutely fucking hideous,” and so now Sam kind of wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything.

Sometimes romance is just bickering with your superhero partner/roommate at several different Target locations.

just won’t do right | General | 7,524 words

Sam's eyebrows go up, impressed, and he reaches over to squeeze Torres' shoulder, "This is amazing, kid. Thanks, really."

Bucky sits and watches in utter horror as the pink darkens on Torres' cheeks.

Oh, he realizes. Oh. Fuck.

body language will do the trick | Explicit | 12,598 words

“There’s no way you’re going to win this,” Bucky tells Sam. “I am going to love language the shit out of you.”

Sam gives him a considering look. “You do seem like you’d be really good at that.”

Bucky’s cheeks flush with heat. “Thanks, pal, I—”

Sam smirks, and Bucky’s eyes narrow. He shoves his elbow into Sam’s side and stalks off, leaving Sam cackling behind him.

“Your ass looks great today!” Sam yells.

Bucky reaches up to flip Sam the bird, and he definitely does not feel grateful that he wore his good jeans today. Bucky’s ass looks great every day.

checklist | General | 4,716 words

Bucky Barnes keeps a mental checklist of things he knows to be true at any given moment. Sometimes the checklist changes, because he's learned something else about himself. It changes, for example, when he starts realizing that maybe he would like to kiss Sam Wilson. Maybe.

best laid plans | 3 parts | 26,808 words

part 1: baby you’re the wave and I’m ready for the crash | Explicit | 6,616 words

Nah, my plan’s better,” Sam declares, before clapping Bucky on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry, what plan? Was that a plan? It didn’t sound like a plan to me, it sounded like a vague intention,” says Bucky, still scowling, and Sam grins.

“We’re winging it, the plan is a work in progress! Now c’mon, we gotta make some wardrobe adjustments if we’re gonna get into that club.”

Sam and Bucky have some unorthodox methods of going undercover in a club.

He Doesn’t Deserve You! | Teen | 5,154 words

Sam and Bucky have an argument that results in Bucky being left at the bar. A group of drunk strangers assumes Bucky just got dumped and quickly adopt him for the night to make him feel better.

Reconstitution | Not Rated | 10,228 words

“I didn’t back Steve on the Sokovia Accords,” Sam says unprompted one day. They’re so close to apprehending the Flagsmashers and wrapping up this ridiculous saga.

“I don’t follow,” Bucky says.

“I was the one who refused to sign it first. Not Steve.”

Sam says it so softly that Bucky has to strain to hear him. Sam is loud and chatty and half the time he keeps up a constant stream of chatter just to get on Bucky’s nerves, but Bucky’s coming to realize that when he really wants to make himself heard, he’s soft spoken and mild. Bucky doesn’t entirely follow his train of thought, though.

Or: a breaking down, remaking, and coming back stronger than ever before

Stuck On You (You Suez, You Luez) | Explicit | 10,136 words

Sam and Bucky’s mission was simple: stowaway on a ship suspected of weapons-smuggling in the Suez, gather enough intel to report back, and hop off again in Port Said. Something gets in the way, and a day-long recon session turns into a week of chess, bickering, semi-successful movie references, and trying not to go slowly insane.

His Touch | Mature | 1,006 words

When Baron Zemo touched Bucky’s face, Sam Wilson saw red.

Bucky just wants Sam to comfort him.

rusted | Teen | 2,358 words

Bucky doesn’t grace him with a sound of acknowledgement. He’s been quiet, ever since that night with Zemo. Well. Quieter. It’s almost like. Every time he opens his mouth, he’s half-expecting the Winter Soldier to come out.

He hasn’t, yet. Won’t, ever again. Not unbidden. Sam’s sure of that. Bucky, not so much.

‘You busy?’

‘’m scouring the—’

‘Good,’ Sam cuts the idiot off, ‘I need you to help me shave.’

advanced therapy methods for large adult men | 2 parts | 11,717 words

part 1: The Gottman Method for Dealing with Conflict | Mature | 4,187 words

Bucky and Dr. Raynor have a follow-up session and two entirely different conversations about his relationship status.

Or: Let's do more couples therapy, James.

it’s always Bucky’s Fault | 3 parts | 20,089 words

part 1: Did you see it? | Explicit | 3,905 words

In which there's supposedly a viral video of the Winter Soldier on his knees sucking off Captain America.

Everything is, like always, completely Bucky's fault.

CANON DIVERGENCE

Even in the Present (I Am Living in the Past) | Teen | 16,977 words

Sometimes Sam still questions everything about his ability to shoulder the 80-year legacy he now bears. His history, and the history of his loss, sticks with him and even in healing he doubts whether or not he is able to fulfil his purpose, and whether he may find lasting peace and happiness.

Told in fluid-fragments, the story moves between his therapy sessions after his return from active duty and the post-Endgame present.

You never forget your first | Teen | 3,650 words

The story of Bucky and Sam getting together in a series of firsts.

leftovers | Mature | 19,249 words

With the New Avengers up and running, Sam finally has time to start dating again. Unfortunately, it's not going as well as he'd hoped.

Partners | Explicit | 7,235 words

Sam's not sure if he can be Captain America. He's not a supersoldier. He can't throw the shield. He's just a dude.

And Bucky Barnes is just a nuisance, albeit a pretty good-looking one.

I’ll explain everything to the geese | Explicit | 50,949 words

Bucky is so competent that it hurts my feelings is not a rational complaint to have about a person, and yet, after a year of being Captain America and partnering up with Bucky for the new and improved, post-Blip Avengers, that’s kinda how Sam’s feeling.

It’s not great. It maybe leads to Sam making some rash, ill-advised decisions like claiming he has a previously undisclosed superpower, and then getting caught in a web of lies when he ends up actually developing that surprisingly inconvenient superpower. Talking to birds had seemed like a harmless superpower, but it turns out that birds have a lot of opinions, and they don’t hesitate to tell Sam about them, especially when it comes to his supposedly subpar courting skills. Which is ridiculous, because Sam isn’t courting Bucky. Right?

Night Swimming | Teen | 2,056 words

“Come on. The princess has a new arm for you and I gotta see if there’s a barber around here willing to tackle your…” Sam waved a hand at Bucky’s face.

“I don’t want a new arm,” Bucky immediately bit out.

And then -

“I can cut my own damn hair.”

Sam just raised both eyebrows. Crossed his arms over his chest again.

Dared Bucky to prove him wrong.

Cpvert Coffee & Flirtation Specialist | General | 5,542 words

The reporter says "—for Captain America to—"

And Bucky rolls his eyes. "Oh, here we go."

Sam looks at him then tips his head sideways, got a weird grin on his face. "Not a fan?"

"Not that. Just… the guy seems too good to be true, right? Wings and a shield?? Come on."

"Uh, is that why your eyes are like glued to the screen whenever he's on?" Kate says. "Is that why you call him Captain Tight Ass?"

"He's a goddamn show-off, and you know it. Tight ass or not."

Just then Sam snorts, real loud, grabs his coffee and suffers a horribly controlled laugh on his way out the door.

Stolen Moments | Teen | 98,767 words

“No,” Sam said, chuckling. “I don’t cheat,” he swept his gaze up and down James’ body, “even with guys who look like you. But, I’m bored and a little pissed, so if you wanna sit here and shoot the shit ‘til my man shows back up, I’m game.”

Never one to back to back down from a challenge - especially a challenge who looked like Sam Wilson - Bucky took another swig from his bottle and replied, “Sure, doll. I’ve got nothing but time.”

Steve has Sam. Bucky wants Sam. Sam wasn’t expecting any of this.

Such a Whirlwind Since I Saw You | Teen | 10,871 words

The Men of Letters turned Bucky Barnes into a weapon. Hunters Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanov are determined to save him, but they're going to need Sam Wilson's help.

“So you want me to ditch work, drive across America with you until you find your friend, who you thought was dead - all while avoiding some high-tech hunters who are out for blood?” Sam is asking.

Steve shrugs a shoulder, looking a little sheepish. Natasha almost laughs at the dry tone of Sam’s voice, but he's not wrong.

You Got What I Need? | Explicit | 37,588 words

Sam and Bucky are both in a bind, professionally. Nat points out a solution that neither men like. To save their careers they play along or rather, stop playing all together.

#marvel #sam wilson #bucky barnes #tfatws #sambucky #sambucky fanfiction #sambucky fic recs #fic recs #usermarcy #usersof #tusernini #tusersammy #usersmile #usersamanne #usercross #sambucky fanfic #my fic recs

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stuckyfilesarchive · 3 years

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Stucky + Cabins

i was reading the first fic on this list, and it was reminding me of all the lovely fics i've read of stucky and cabin!aus, so i decided to make this little list of some of my favorites, especially now that we're getting into fall/winter.

a little different than how i usually keep track of fics on here, but i've been desperately wanting to feel warm and cozy, and wanted to make a post putting all of these fics together :))

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Like Real People Do - work

(shrunkyclunks, captain america steve, modern bucky)

by: 2bestfriends

summary: Seven years into an isolated retirement after the Battle of New York, Steve has carved out a place for himself in the foothills of the Catskill Mountains. He has a best friend (his dog, Lady), a frenemy (a local black bear named Rufus), and a cabin in the middle of the woods, an hour's drive from the nearest town. As November comes to a close, he heads into town to pick up supplies and ends up with a stowaway.

Bucky hasn't had much luck over the past seven years. Disaster caused his family to move from New York to Indiana, and his life has steadily fallen apart ever since. After one too many heartbreaks, he decides to hitch his way back to the last place he remembers being happy: Brooklyn. He's in the homestretch when he finds himself stranded in a half-empty tourist town in the Catskills and decides to take a chance crawling into the back of someone's truck.

AKA the "Lumberjack Steve/Twink Bucky" fic of our hearts. Bucky spends so much time thirsty as hell.

Ninety-Nine Problems - work

(post-serum steve, modern bucky, a/b/o, alpha steve, omega bucky)

by: lordelannette

summary: After discovering something horrifying about his future, Omega Bucky runs as far away from home that he can.

That is, until he crashes into a ditch and flies straight into the arms of the hottie Alpha named Steve who rescues him.

Simple Man - work

(shrunkyclunks, captain america steve, modern bucky, a/b/o, alpha steve, omega bucky)

by: Daretodream66

summary: Fury does the unthinkable and Steve runs. Hiking in Northern California Steve finds what he's always been searching for. Yeah, it's Bucky.

And Alpine is in this one, but not what you think.

Deep in the Woods (Where My Heart Has Been Waiting) - work

(shrinkyclinks, modern au, modern + no powers)

by: SilverMyfanwy

summary: Steve Rogers gets lost in the woods in a snowstorm. Bucky Barnes takes him in.

Pioneer-era AU ish with Shrinkyclinks, evil chickens and a cabin in the woods.

Honey, Don't Feed Me, I Will Come Back - work

(shrinkyclinks, modern au, modern + no powers, a/b/o, alpha bucky, omega steve)

by: moonythejedi394

summary: Steve Rogers inherits a cabin in the woods from Doctor Erskine, the man who essentially raised him. He decides to leave the city and move into Doc's cabin for peace and quiet. He has only one neighbor, so he decides to introduce himself with a classic apple pie.

Then he sees his neighbor. His neighbor is the most handsome bear he's ever seen. He's seven feet tall, at the very least, and is broader than a chimney. Steve falls head over ass in love immediately.

And then it turns out his neighbor is literally a bear. Not just a bear, but a real, furry, snarling, honey-stealing bear. Bucky, it turns out, is a werebear.

#stucky #shrunkyclunks #captain america steve #post serum steve #modern bucky #modern au #modern + no powers #a/b/o #alpha steve #omega bucky #shrinkyclinks #pre serum steve #alpha bucky #omega steve #kid fic #cabin au

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theatresweetheart · 4 years

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Childish Innocence

Summary: Logan was never too sure the little egg he’d rescued would actually hatch. However, when he starts hearing the egg cracking, he realizes he has a decision to make.

Warnings: Brief mention of losing a child.

Pairings: Parental/Familial Analogical

Characters: Logan, Virgil.

Word Count: 1867 words

A/n: I finally got around to writing more dragon content, and I’m pretty happy with how this came out, too!

Continuation/AU: Thunderstorms and Stowaways, A Snowy Twilight Find

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The nights quickly grew colder every passing day. The little egg he’d rescued from the cold embrace of the snowbanks stayed still, motionless.

Logan had half a mind that the egg wouldn’t hatch.

And so what if it didn’t?

This was how life worked; sometimes eggs hatched and sometimes they didn’t.

It was unfortunate, yes, but it could not be changed.

However, this truth didn’t mean he didn’t keep it warm. Logan may not believe the babe would hatch, but it didn’t stop him from caring for it. Most of his time was now spent curled around the little one when he wasn’t out hunting—which he did only twice a week. The cold made his joints ache anyhow and livestock was scarce in the frigid breeze, so it wasn’t too much of a hindrance staying tucked inside.

His gaze shifted down to the little egg that was snug between his underbelly and silks and maps. The glowing was soft, but still lightly pulsing. It was only showing him that the babe inside was resilient enough to hold on a little while longer.

Logan knew he had grown somewhat attached, as illogical as it was. Yet, it didn’t mean he would keep the child with him. It would be far easier to take the pup and give it to another– another that could care for it better and give it the attention and affection it would crave.

The dragon yawned as the sun began to sink out of sight, slowly casting the world in a darkening and cool light.

Logan stretched after a moment, before settling back down into his hoard and relaxing languidly. Letting out a soft huff of air, he let his eyes flutter shut for just a moment. Sleep hadn’t been coming easy since he’d brought the egg into his care, however, he took every chance he could get to catch a few extra winks. If the egg hatched and the babe did survive, he had an itching feeling he’d be losing sleep until he found a suitable place for the hatchling.

The minute he was beginning to drift off, he heard it.

It was soft, just a tiny sound at first. He opened his eyes, lifting his head to scan the area in front of him. He was tucked as far back into the cave as he could be for an adult dragon, so the entire entrance to the cave was in his complete view. It was how he watched for intruders and stowaways if they so dared to enter.

When he didn’t see anything, or anyone, his attention shifted downward when he heard the same sound, this time a little louder.

When Logan’s gaze met the egg, he saw a hairline fracture running down the length of it. Slightly surprised that this was happening, the dragon rose himself into a stand, hovering over the egg.

He’d watched others back home (before he’d split off from the group) who let the baby hatch on its own. The parents hovered close, standing together as they awaited the little one inside to make their grand debut. Logan had thought, at the time, he would never have to feel that anxiety flutter through him—the worry that maybe the child wouldn’t hatch and he’d have spent all this time keeping it warm for nothing.

Of course, he reasoned, he shouldn’t truly be as nervous as he was. This wasn’t his babe nor was he intending on keeping them, it would only cause more trouble. His own parents had died defending him, so being a parent himself was a rather frightening thought. Not that he was frightened.

But giving one’s life for that of a child who would be ungrateful?‌ Only for it to be in vain? That was unnerving.

The egg cracked further and Logan sat down a pace away from it, knowing that assisting the hatchling through this process may be detrimental. He could recall elders of his old group explaining to young and worried parents why they could not assist their baby hatch.

It is a very real possibility to accidentally kill the child because one had intervened too early in their attempt to “help.”

Logan would only step in if he felt as though he needed to.

Hours passed as the egg continued to crack slowly but surely.

Logan had been keeping watch on it, as well as keeping an eye out toward the front of the cave. It was surprising to notice how paranoid he’d become about a wandering and aimless traveler, even though he was well aware it was the dead of winter. No human with half a brain would be about in this weather, especially not at this time of night. But there was such a vulnerable life in his care now, until he decided what he was going to do.

Finally, after what had felt like forever, the babe pushed the rest of the egg open and lifted their head, taking their first real breath of outside air. They coughed, eyes glued shut as they tried to take their first step forward. Instead, the little one’s legs wobbled shakily and toppled forward onto the soft silks of the hoard Logan had been on hours before.

Logan took in the sight of the little one, a soft scale-less violet babe.

He stood quickly, cautiously moving toward the little hatchling as they chirped softly. He leaned down, snuffling at them for just a moment and imprinted their scent, just as the babe reacted to his warmth. They chirruped again, leaning forward and trying to meet Logan head on.

Surprised, Logan moved back and the babe whined, their head swiveling from side to side trying to find the adult again.

Logan leaned closer to it again, eyes alight with curiosity at the tiny life in front of him. Covered in slime and fluid from their egg. He pressed his snout gently into the little one’s side, nudging them over so they laid more comfortably on the blankets. The babe hummed as they squirmed on the comforters, confused by the new sensation.

“Look at you,” Logan mused after a moment, crouching down so he was level with them. The babe followed his voice and they turned their head to face him, scenting the air and trying to familiarize themselves with the way Logan smelled.

Logan snorted softly back at them, and the babe tried to mimic the sound.

Slightly amused, he moved forward once more. Bathing the child was the next hurdle and then cleaning them up. He’d need to get the babe’s eyes cleared as well, which would help them open them.

Cleaning the hatchling took more time then he expected. The baby didn’t seem bothered, as he sat with his little tail swishing back and forth. He was standing unsteadily on his wobbly legs, as Logan sat nearby, ready to move in case he tipped over again.

The little one tested the air once more, trying to find Logan without the use of his eyes. His eyes were free of grime, which included anything that could keep them glued shut; Logan had made sure to make quick work of easing it off gently.

The babe chirped and Logan repeated the sound. The hatchling startled a moment, whipping his head to face where the noise had come from.

“Yes, I’m here little one,”‌ he said, just as the baby toddled toward him.

The child sat down a few paces from his snout and Logan titled his head to the side, curious. After a moment of nothing happening, he watched as the little one rubbed at his eyes with his claw-free paws, letting out soft sounds as he worked. Not five minutes later were there two big, shining, violet eyes blinking up blearily toward Logan–whom of which was watching in quiet awe.

He’s yours, a small part of the adult whispered, nudging a protective instinct of Logan’s forward—a part he hadn’t known had been there. He’s so trusting, you can’t let him down by giving him to someone else. You’d feel godawful about it as well.

“Hello there,” he greeted the babe quietly, his head resting down on his forearms as the hatchling chirruped excitedly back at him.

The little one was trying to take in all of the larger dragon, however, it seemed his attention began to wane and a yawn split his features. Logan was granted a toothless yawn and the babe wobbled on his feet again. Logan leaned forward, using his snout to keep the babe upright, however, that didn’t stop it from nearly toppling to his other side.

Letting out a soft breath of air, he stood up just enough to lean down and nab the babe by the scruff of his neck. He hefted the little one into the air for just a moment, before settling him down into the mass of blankets and soft cloths and silks. Logan then curled around the little one, offering warmth and comfort and protection. The babe snuffled before yawning again, his eyes fluttering shut as he curled up against the bigger dragon.

“Sleep,” Logan said to him, watching as the little one barely reacted to his voice, seemingly only liking the vibrations. Truthfully, he knew the babe wouldn’t be able to speak on his own. That was something Logan would need to teach him, not that he minded. “You’ve had a long day.”

The child didn’t respond, of course. Not that Logan was surprised, however, he knew he also couldn’t refer to the little one without a name for much longer. Though, what would suit him?‌

His eyes glanced over the little form, almost already sound asleep.

Since the moment his eyes had opened, they had been constantly on the move. Looking from Logan himself, to shining coins, to the tapestries that were laid strewn across the stone flooring.

That vigilance was something Logan would have to hone further into him. The act of being wary was something that could keep him alive when the time to survive on his own came inevitably. However, looking so far into the future was unfair to the babe curled up directly into his side, snuggled up close and reveling in the warmth Logan radiated.

Vigilance.

Another moment passed. He let his eyes flicker to the babe’s features, soft as they were now. His scales would eventually grow in, he noted quietly.

Logan hummed low in his chest, the sound reverberating and causing the babe to try and repeat the sound—only earning some softer squeaks in response instead. “As for a name,” he spoke gently, the babe’s purple eyes fluttering open lazily, watching the parent in front of him, “how do you feel about Virgil?”

The babe blinked at him, exhaustion clear in his eyes, before he trilled softly. The hatchling’s eyes quickly slid shut after giving the sound of acceptance.

Logan felt something soften in him, watching as the little one drifted off to sleep. He leaned down too, adjusting just slightly enough to find a comfortable position to sleep in. He stayed curled close around Virgil, the newborn vulnerable in this great big world.

“Sleep, my little one,”‌ Logan rumbled, “you’ve got a full life ahead of you.”

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TSAS Taglist: @isle-of-gold @rosiepupper @anxiousvirgil0 @imstupidhowyadoing

(if you wish to be tagged in future works in this verse/or in general, let me know!)

#Brook writes #Sanders Sides #Sanders Sides fic #Familial Analogical #Platonic Analogical #Logan Sanders #Virgil Sanders #ts Logan #ts Virgil #Dragon!Logan #Dragon!Virgil #Child!Virgil #TSAS #Thunderstorms and Stowaways

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Favourite Stucky Fics of 2019!!!

What it says on the tin folks. This is by no means an exhaustive list of all the amazing fics that were published this year, but these are my personal favourites! 😃 (in no particular order)

The Fool in the Mirror by thepinupchemist

ABO AU | 111K | Explicit

The night after a near brush with a suicide attempt, Steve discovers the world of support omegas, and in his desperation for relief from the battlefield of his brain, demands to have one.

There Is No Shortage of Blood by alby_mangroves/ @artgroves, Dira Sudis (dsudis)/ @dsudis

Post-WS | 246K | Explicit

The long slow recovery of Bucky Barnes after his escape from HYDRA.

How to Woo the Winter Soldier by writeonclara

Canon divergent | 21K | General

Steve courts the Winter Soldier.

Home Is Wherever I’m With You by cydonic

Modern AU, Kid fic | 88K | Explicit

This is what happens when you buy a house to flip having only seen the online images: you get more than you bargained for. Bucky Barnes brings all the tools to handle a dilapidated home, but he’s hardly prepared for a smart-mouthed child (with poor aim), a crying baby, and the hottest dad he’s ever seen in his life living right next door.

Collar Full of Chemistry by 2bestfriends

BDSM AU | 188K | Explicit

Steve is very rich and desperate to feel in control of his life again after a recent divorce has left him feeling bitter and lonely. When he keeps crossing paths with a disaster twenty-something, an unconventional solution presents itself. Steve's always been one for following his instincts. Bucky is very broke and can't seem to catch a break, especially after some asshole fires him for one fucking mistake. So of course, it follows that he should sign a contract agreeing to do everything and anything that same asshole wants for a whole year in exchange for a payout that could finally change his life for the better.

i'm guilty of treason (i've abandoned control) (series) by voxofthevoid/ @voxofthevoid

Canon divergent | 3 parts | 57K | Explicit

S.H.I.E.L.D Agent Bucky Barnes is captured on a mission and meets Commander Steve Rogers, the erstwhile Captain America.

Like Real People Do by 2bestfriends

Shrunkyclunks | 68K | Explicit

Seven years into an isolated retirement after the Battle of New York, Steve has carved out a place for himself in the foothills of the Catskill Mountains. He has a best friend (his dog, Lady), a frenemy (a local black bear named Rufus), and a cabin in the middle of the woods, an hour's drive from the nearest town. As November comes to a close, he heads into town to pick up supplies and ends up with a stowaway. Bucky hasn't had much luck over the past seven years. Disaster caused his family to move from New York to Indiana, and his life has steadily fallen apart ever since. After one too many heartbreaks, he decides to hitch his way back to the last place he remembers being happy: Brooklyn. He's in the homestretch when he finds himself stranded in a half-empty tourist town in the Catskills and decides to take a chance crawling into the back of someone's truck.

happily ever after has bite marks in it by voxofthevoid/ @voxofthevoid

Canon-divergent, Werewolf Steve | 29K | Explicit

In which Bucky is aggressively okay with his self-imposed exile from society, and Steve is a werewolf who’s nothing like the Brooklyn boy Bucky still dreams of.

Political Animals by crinklefries/ @spacerenegades, Deisderium/ @deisderium

Modern AU, politics | 107K | Explicit

Okay, so the real problem is that you shouldn’t fuck your arch-rival, political enemy, and the person you loathe the most in the world where you work. Or like, at least, you shouldn’t keep doing that. (or—Steve’s best friend is the U.S. Constitution and he can’t seem to stop fucking a hot Republican. They shouldn’t fall in love, but somehow they do.)

Slow and Splendored by alby_mangroves/ @artgroves, eyres/ @inheroism

Post-EG | 65K | Mature

In the chaotic years after Steve Rogers arrives back in 2023 as an old man, he helps rebuild the world, falls in love with his best friend, adopts a stray cat, and saves the entire timeline. Not necessarily in that order.

Civilian by alby_mangroves/ @artgroves, CoraRochester

Canon divergent, Post-WW2 | 72K | Explicit

“Do you want to go somewhere more… private?”

The blond man, after a long silence, had agreed. “My room is just up the block,” he said, jerking his head at the bar’s door.

In 1937, Steve Rogers joins the army, and by 1945, he’s back in Brooklyn, dishonorable discharge in hand and nothing to show for years in the Pacific.

In 1947, a seventeen year old Bucky Barnes meets Steve Rogers in a Brooklyn gay bar, and Steve Rogers finally comes home.

Wanna Feel the Heat With Somebody by 2bestfriends

ABO AU | 72K | Explicit

Bucky hasn't exactly been a risk-taker in his life, but when you're not only the baby of the family but also the only Omega, risks aren't encouraged, either. So it comes as a shock to himself and his three older, overbearing sisters when he suddenly quits his shitty but reliable job of five years to accept the unsolicited offer from Stark & Rogers. He can't help hoping this will be his chance to find his own way, for once.

Too bad a certain cofounder's scent has him trailing behind the tall, gorgeous Alpha like a lovesick idiot.

Extant by keire_ke/ @keire-ke, VenusMonstrosa

The Martian AU | 27K | Teen

After a sudden and violent storm forces the crew of Insight III to perform an emergency evacuation, astronaut James Barnes was believed to have died and was left behind on Mars. Two years later, Commander Steve Rogers still refuses to let go.

Fortunately, so does Bucky.

Quench by AidaRonan/ @bisexualstarbucky

Modern AU | 9K | Explicit

Or the one where archeology intern Bucky Barnes meets actual archeologist Steve Rogers and reaches levels of thirst scientists once believed to be theoretically impossible.

#stucky #stucky fic #stucky fanfic #stucky fanfiction #stucky fic rec

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CONCEPT DOODLES for an AU I dabbled in with a few friends after the winter king episode but kinda forgot about after the Fionna and Cake finale... I decided to revisit it and explore a little more after coming to terms with everything LOL... So, it's another "Winter King doesn't die immediately after his crown gets nuked" AU, but THIS TIME he's just dying really slowly (like Simon in the Betty episode) and ALSO joins Fionna, Cake, and Simon on their search for magic crowns. There's no logic behind this tbh, we just wanted to put him through The Horrors. And make them all friends. But mostly The Horrors. :) (he only gets to live as a treat, because I think he's funny).

Bonus (old screenshot), because this is still funny to me:

#adventure time #atimers #fionna and cake #winter king #simon petrikov #fionna campbell #cake the cat #shared custody au #winter stowaway au #fan art #digital art #flat color #2023 #this is my blog so whatevers man... ima just post what I want now... and what I want rn is silly simon AUs LOL...#so expect more of me releasing my stash tomorrow #this AU makes the story like 500x more messy but it's fine it's funny that's the point don't think too hard about it #this is their fault for killing him now I gotta make up scenarios where he is alive #his design is inspired by some doodles my friend crayon did #ALSO I wanted to keep some of his features different from default simon so they're easier to tell apart...#like YEAH they're the same character... but also I just think it'd be fun... if they had subtle differences... because alternate universes #ALSO HE'S PALE BECAUSE HE'S DYING. JUST MAKING THAT DISCLAIMER... HIS SKIN TONE IS KINDA CLOSE TO DYING SIMON IN THE BETTY EP #BUT IN NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES HE'D BE CLOSER TO SIMON'S COLORS

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One’s Due Lot in Life [Pt. 1]

Summary: The life of a lowly maid serving Maribelle of Themis.

Rating: K+ - Suitable for more mature childen, 9 years and older, with minor action violence without serious injury. May contain mild coarse language. Should not contain any adult themes.

Words: 1117

Notes: So, an Awakening series. It is a bit of an AU. You’ll see.

If there was one adjective to describe Robin, she would have to choose to say that she is a resilient woman. It was not easy to be an amnesiac refugee in Ylisse, after all, and her greatest priority was her survival, and so it was not a position that was comfortable or that invited trust.

Especially when her survival was dependant on housework.

The long trek from the south into Ylisstol, that she took almost five years ago, had been serendipitous in its own way, as one faux-pas would have meant her head on a pike before she took a single step into her new and confusing life.

She woke up with no recollection of anything other than her name on an unmarked road a stone’s throw from the seashore. She knew she could speak the local language, even if with a strange accent, not quite like the Plegian they were used to, but nothing that existed in Ylisse, either. She could also recall some basic knowledge, such as national political geography, the year it was, who the monarchs of the continent were and general local etiquette.

Her simple brown dress and boots were dry, but dirty with sand, so it was to assume that she was not a stowaway. It had also rained the night before she woke, so she had not been out in the elements for too long. On her, she carried a rusty sword and a few spells, nothing but the usual and minimal for protection of a traveller. Overall, no clues about her identity were to be had.

With little in the way of evidence, and since her head hurt whenever she tried to force it into a recollection, Robin decided to abandon any attempts of remembrance and focus on her immediate survival.

As she walked aimlessly, she came across a ravaged town. She was sure they would blame her for the disaster, as was the usual whenever a foreigner stumbled into a disaster, but on the contrary, the villagers were more than happy to trade a cot and some rations for her magical assistance in rebuilding, and, when they prescinded of her labour, arranged for a caravan to bring her into the city.

They explained that those bandit attacks were common on the borderlands, and so they knew very well what kind of people was to blame for their plight. Vagabonds from both nations would sneak in and out of the country, targeting settlements and pillaging livelihoods. The patrolling guard, the so-called Shepherds, had came and driven out the group, and the commoners hoped that the Exhalt would leave for Plegia soon and root them out once and for all.

Since the gods blessed them with the timely intervention of the Shepherds, it was only to be expected that they repaid good deed with good deed, and welcomed her warmly into their fold, even if temporarily.

Robin left the south on good terms, glad for the kind hospitality, but hopeful to find more employment opportunities at the capital. With nothing to her name, she still had to find a job to support herself, though, and those were at a premium everywhere in the Halidom. She came to find out that she is literate, and quite adept to math and rhetoric, on top of her strong magic. She could provide valuable labour, similar to a steward’s, but, as a foreigner with no name or family, would not need to be paid as much or treated as well, making her a desirable asset at a lord’s household.

In the defence of good character and charity, the House of Themis took her in as their worker. She stayed with them in the private quarters she shared with the scullery maids and kept her head down when they threw backhanded insults about her blood status at her.

The blonde girl could not afford to be proud, though. Whatever she could do to get by, she did.

As a reward for being so well-behaved at their home, the family would take she out to private events, fit only for the noble houses. Many aristocrats would bring their attendants with them, just to prove they were not of ill faith quite yet, that they still believed in the religious message of equality amongst men that their Crown stood to defend. She did not quite care about those intentions, not when she was too busy sneaking food to complement her meagre rations and contemplating the fine culture and performative combat of the higher classes.

Robin did manage to have a very rich fantasy life, as an escapade from the daily grind of the townhouse. As Maribelle of Themis’ personal attendant, she got to play with her dresses and accessories, and what dresses those were. Long, flowing gowns with pale colours and bouffant crinolines coupled with silky riding pants which could make anyone look like royalty.

To her, the glitz and glamour of her patrons’ lives was more than just aspirational, it meant freedom from the terrible working conditions that wretched ducal family forced her into. It meant not having to worry about rats gnawing her feet at night, nor whether the rancid meat would make her sick. It meant knowing that her fireplace would be always lit on winter and no-one would beat her with a stick to an inch of her consciousness if she drops a fork.

So, Robin twirls around the empty laundry room, holding a dress against her body. She pictures herself attending those parties in those dresses, eating and dancing to her heart’s content, and, with a little bit of fanciful thinking, even catching the eye of a certain young suitor who was quite skilled with his sword, that handsome young man, the only exception to her solitude.

The most foolish of all foolish notions, the blonde imagined herself walking right past him, as he certainly would not recognize her in those fancy clothes, but he would do a double take before running after her, spouting compliments and praise and wondering why in all gods’ glory he had not noticed her that way before.

Yet, Chrom was certainly nothing like that, and neither was Robin such a fine lady.

The blue-haired nobleman was something akin of her friend. He knew, of course, of her social status, but he treated her well enough in spite of it, and, over time and easy conversation, they grew closer. Every party the two of them were forced to attend, they always ended up sneaking off to chat. The Exalt’s brother would secure a secluded balcony far off in the mansion from the ballroom while she stole a bottle of spirits from the kitchens.

That night was no exception.

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jaerie · 4 years

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As some of your know, I would be the WORST fic rec blog. I am terrible about remembering titles and authors and things like that and I don’t have a good bookmarking system. When I try to find a fic, I usually have to describe it to someone to find it. As some of you also know, I am YEARS behind on reading since I haven’t had enough time for a long while to sneak in more than a few here and there. However, with these stressful times, not only have I been reading more than I normally have time for, but I decided I would keep track for my first official post for the 28th. I’ve been trying to jump back further in my likes so hopefully some of these will be “new” to some people.

I also started this post at the beginning of the month before things went crazy at work... so it’s not as long as I was originally planning it to be.

So here we go, a list of my recently read/reread fics.

written in the stars (that's you and me) by @fackinglouis

Louis pushes himself up on one elbow and stretches enough to just barely trace his fingertips over Harry’s jawline. Harry’s eyes drop to track his movements as he does it again. “D’you feel that?” he whispers.

To him, it feels like all of the universe’s magic lives just beneath his skin when he touches Harry with intent. It feels like something special. Louis watches Harry’s lips part and wants to touch that too. He almost does, but then Harry shakes his head. “Feel what?”

Written for the prompt: Louis is a funny and bratty psychic and Harry is set on proving he's a scam.

The Second Hand Unwinds by @kingsofeverything

Louis Tomlinson is one of the first members of NASA's top secret Chrono Exploration Program. When things go wrong and he's sent further back in time than planned, he has no other option than to show up on his ex-boyfriend's doorstep.

The Nation's Sweetheart by Snowy38

In limped a graceful giant; slim bodied but broad shouldered with thick thighs. Harry's hair was a little wild where it had grown out of it's usually boyish short style.

For some reason Louis' fingers flexed, as if wanting to course through the flicks in the bottom of his rich brown hair.

It had been curly once. Louis had seen pictures of him innocent with wide green eyes and a wider, bright white, toothy grin. Everything about him screamed privilege.

Louis wondered if he knew he'd only taken this job to stop him losing his flat.

Sodalite & Aventurine by @forreveries

The one where, in his travels to find Swan’s elusive treasure, Captain Louis Tomlinson of the Black Dagger discovers he has a stowaway onboard - a stowaway who is rather tall and pretty and pouty and can spout off Shakespearean poetry as though he had written it. A stowaway who is also, unfortunately, secretly Louis’ biggest threat. Captain Harry Styles.

The Lone Hydrangea by @lightwoodsmagic

“Thank you again,” he smiled at Harry as he picked up the arrangement and headed towards the door, and Harry quickly realised he didn’t know the man’s name. “I – wait! Sorry, I just...what’s your name?” At the man’s eyebrow raise, Harry stumbled over his words, “It’s just, if you’re coming back, I thought I should…know.” As the man looked at Harry, his smile only grew, and Harry’s heart thumped in his chest. “My name’s Louis. Louis Tomlinson, and it was so lovely to meet you,” he shot one final grin in Harry’s direction, “I’ll see you next week, Harry.” And then he was gone. “It was lovely to meet you too,” Harry whispered to the empty shop, putting his head on the counter, “Louis”.

Or the post Hogwarts AU where Harry's a florist, Louis' a muggle who edits fantasy books, and they both have no say in how quickly they fall for each other.

Opposites Attract by @kingsofeverything

Harry has a list of reasons he and Louis shouldn’t date. Maybe they’re more compatible than he thinks.

Part 4 of Tiny Penis Fics

Tired Tired Sea by @mediawhorefics

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

when half spent was the night by @juliusschmidt

Hi Harry,

I’ve skimmed your website and am interested in hiring you to be my doula. I’m 7 ½ months pregnant and not keen to do this whole labor and birth thing alone. After looking around, I thought you might be a good fit because you mention enjoying unusual people with unusual birth requests. I can meet up any day this week.

Lou

You're like a Sponge (Abrasive and Colorful) by @londonfoginacup

Harry LOML Styles: Hey, can you recommend your fav shoe stores? Heels Abroad is closing and I know you know some good places

Butterflies have erupted in Louis’s stomach. This is the first time Harry has ever texted him. He glances down at the beat up old Adidas he wore for his run this morning. Harry thinks Louis knows some good places? He trusts Louis’s opinion on something?

Louis gulps, and then coughs up toothpaste, hastily spitting into the sink. Everything depends on this. Harry - Harry Styles - has texted him! Louis can’t mess this up. He has to be perfect. He has to have great shoe store recommendations. He feels giddy. This is it! A turn in their friendship! The toothpaste-y grin firmly on his face, he picks up his phone again just as another message comes through.

Harry LOML Styles: Sorry, wrong person

Oh.

Or, Louis's flirts look an awful lot like insults.

The Space Between by @lads-laddylads

Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why.

Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

#fic rec

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fifielady · 4 years

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Come To Sea, Come Home, Come Adventure

Day 4 of @usukweek || Free Day | Nautical AU

Note/s: This fic is also inspired and based on this song. ((My aunt’s karaoke is so loud and I’m a bit sorry that this is a bit rushed as well. I hope you enjoy it though!))

The far horizon was golden in the last minutes of the day's daylight. A distinct difference to the fierce red of the morning when Alfred went out to chop wood as soon as he woke up. He had been expecting a shower of rain the whole day but not even a drop fell from the sky; even though the clouds in the east were plentiful. Alfred stalled for a while, admiring the red of the sky reflected in the calm waters of the little port town he grew up in. A gust of wind blew, shaking the hilltop trees beside him and down and over to the sails of the ships docked by the bay of the port.

The town's lights were burning brilliantly against the dark backdrop of the star-kissed night sky. Cheers and peals of laughter were echoing away from the heart of the port and to where Alfred stood-- at the crown of the third hill of the island. The yearly festival of the town was pulsing with life.

The young man couldn't resist a carefree grin curving his lips. There were lots of ships resting from their adventures tonight. Big, beautiful ships from her numerous voyages with her roughed-up, handsome sailors. Not that the other people his age in their little port weren't pretty, Alfred just thinks they lack the... uh, appeal... to captivate him like how the people crossing the seas ever did. Was it their experience? Yes, that aspect probably played a part in his attraction to others. But it was mostly because he could travel along the seas with them if he ever ensnared a sailor.

So far, Alfred ensnared no one (Except for that one time with a local bard due to a small lapse of his judgment).

Fastening his grip on his full satchel, Alfred took a deep breath and turned around gave the last, possibly, good-bye to the cottage he called his home for the last nineteen years of his boring life. Bang! One of the windows suddenly opened, revealing his disgruntled older brother shaking his fist.

"It's been three years, Al! And you already have a match, for how long are you going to keep this up?!" Matthew yelled, his voice reverberated down on the hill and to Alfred.

Alfred formed a cone around his mouth with his hands. "Until I finally get on a ship and physically drag him back!"

Even with the distance, he saw his brother's disappointing frown. Matthew never understood him. No one in town ever did. Alfred whirled around, having enough of the daily reprimands his brother gives him every time he ventures down to the port. Don't get him wrong, he appreciates his brother's worry for him but Matthew will never understand his will to find that annoying best friend and lover of his. That guy was probably frolicking with some busty lady with rum and jewels surrounding him. Alfred clicked his tongue unconsciously, the mere thought of him made him both annoyed and more encouraged as ever.

"Oi, Al, don't forget to pick up some thyme when you've had enough of the sailors!" Matthew bellowed for the last time before Alfred sprinted down the path of the hill. Gah! Alfred's had enough of his life in town and he'd die from crushing herbs and selling medicine for the rest of his life. An exaggeration. He hopes no one would toss him off the deck since he was an expert in herbal medicine.

At least that would never happen if he fails to find a ship tonight. And he'd never considered stowing away, so that's off the list. Alfred knows too much what happens to a stowaway. A shiver ran up his spine as he continued to run with the salty wind. With all dangers of sea travel in his mind, he prayed again that night that he'd never meet a scoundrel. Or worse-- a pirate.

But the chances of meeting one are slim in a nameless island port town in the outskirts of a kingdom.

The music of the flutes and guitars was loud and lively, people in the town plaza were dancing and whooping with laughter and joy. Lights from the hanging lanterns glowed like honey under the night sky and warmed the merry townsfolk and sailors. Alfred struggled to pave a way through the dancing people and to the tavern at the end of the plaza. He mussed up his wheat hair, desperately trying not to be noticed by the celebrators lest they drag him into dancing with them. Or call for Natalia.

Alfred scanned left and right, still in the crowd being pushed everywhere by the others and the melodies. He saw no sign of a mop of blonde hair lighter than his. He couldn't help relief from heaving a sigh out of his lips. And for a while, space loosened amidst the crowd and Alfred wriggled his way out of the bunch and into the open doors of the tavern.

The cheers and the chattering in the tavern were less noisy than the festivities outside, though still as rowdy. Most of the ones inside were drunken sailors and sailors who were failing in seducing the barmaids. Alfred proceeded to the counter and sat on the last stool on the end, straining his ears to hear the dialogue of the men behind him.

A glass of grape rum propped up in front of him. "You really should stop this past-time of yours, Al," the barkeep chided him, though she said that with a wry grin on her face, "But if you make them stay a bit longer and make their pockets loose and generous, who am I to stop you?"

He only shook his head and picked up his glass. Alfred studied the drinking, the drunks, and the miraculously sober in the tavern. Tables were full of sailors, their drinks, and pie. He sipped the given drink slowly and asked the barkeep, "Are there any captains getting shit-faced, around? With the drinks you're serving tonight, it's so much easier to try and convince them."

"Natalia would have your head if you tried to bed one of them again."

Alfred chuckled, "Not if she wants to go through the trouble of getting an 'adequate' husband again." Head resting on the palm of his hand, he continued, "The only other herbalist in town is my brother and he's gonna marry her cousin this summer. It'll at least take her another few years to find someone like me, you know!"

The barkeep scoffed playfully at his words, "Nobody is as brash as you around here, Alfred Jones. But..." She had a smug look as she took out a pie from one of the ovens. Alfred raised a brow and gestured with his free hand to prompt her as he chugged down the rest of the drink. "There was some guy who almost mauled his 'first mate' because of a snide comment a few moments before you walked in."

He almost spat out the rum in his mouth, but his eyes went comically wide. 'His first mate'?! There was a ship captain out and about instead of inspecting their ships! Alfred gulped down the drink, it burned his throat and made his blood warm. "Is he still here?!"

She only smiled in response, her green eyes twinkling mischievously. "Alfred, be a dear and deliver this pie to that table near the sea-facing window."

Alfred gave her a look but he still took the tray with the dessert. "You're as pretty as you are guileful, Liz." She turned to prepare another batch of drinks, her long brown hair almost slapping Alfred across his face.

"Why, thank you."

He huffed. So the drink wasn't free, then. Even when he entertains her customers and made them stay until morning. Alfred sauntered to the aforementioned table and placed the tray gently (You can't just put a pie down haphazardly, that's asking for a fight!). He looked up to see a raven-haired man, brunnet, an anxious blond man. The blond guy had a swollen cheek on his exasperated face.

"Uhh, you're the ones who ordered this pie, right?"

The three men stayed silent. They had such gloomy expressions it made Alfred feel bad doing his nightly conquests. But his self-righteous quest like searching for his lover was a great deal heavier than consoling three men who ordered a pie. Alfred should probably not try anything on these three; they really looked like they killed a person's hopes and dreams and lived to bear it. Just as he was about to excuse himself from such a depressed trio, the blond guy suddenly slammed his fist on the table.

"H-hey, are you--"

The guy's swollen face whirled around and came close to his; Alfred took a step back. "I'm tired of it! I'm tired of him being such a young master! Ah, I want him to drown in his rum and! And...!" The strange man bawled and caressed the edges of the pie, "Even so...for a captain, he's so pitiful...! You agree, right?"

"What are--"

"Here!" The injured blond shoved the pie to him, "You bring it to the captain in the barn. I can't handle him right now!" Then he continued sobbing on the table, softly punching it with his fist. Alfred could only gape at the other two men that refused to look at him and instead stared outside the window with deadpan expressions.

Just what did he get into?

Alfred sighed and went out with a freshly-baked pie in his hands to the little barn on the other side of the tavern. The festivities in the plaza were still going on but the tavern's barn was always empty and dark. And cold. But if Alfred were to personally deliver this to the injured man's captain, he could hitch a ride to the next step of finding his lover. Maybe. If the captain wasn't a blacked-out drunk already and making the cow and chickens his roommates. Ah, the animals were transferred to a new barn so maybe not.

Clink! Clonk! The rhythmic sound of metal against the stoned pathways of the town plaza resounded loudly even with the loud voices in the festival in the center. Oh, no. NO! Alfred felt the warmth of the rum leave his body and early winter settled in his bone. The sound of armored boots stepping on the stone can only mean one and only one thing-- Natalia is here!

To say Alfred wasn't scared shitless of his fiancee was a big, fat lie. She was so stubborn in making him her husband because he was the only herbalist who wasn't married yet. Alfred was equally as stubborn as to chase after someone who hasn't even stepped on their home island for three years. So, of course, it was a problem for both of them!

He hurried his steps to the barn, taking extra precaution with the pie, and locked the doors shut as soon as he entered it. Cold sweat ran down from his neck and down his spine. If Natalia caught him flirting in Elizabeta's tavern again, she'd torture him rather than killing him to end his misery.

The clanging metal slowly went away. Alfred slumped his body against the wooden doors, sliding down and sitting on the hay-infested floor of the barn. He sighed, the beating of his heart was loud in his ears. Alfred stared into the semi-darkness inside the barn. Slivers of light went through the spaces between the wooden walls. The outside noise was muted and far away.

Yeah, he can still do this. If his lover with his smaller frame craved for adventure, then Alfred could do the same. All in the name of love...

Alfred stared at the pie in his hands. Minced pie, it was a favorite of--

"Nggh..." Someone groaned in the darkness. Right. Alfred still had to give the pie to the trio's captain.

He stood up and walked over to the direction of the sound. The young man was blindly reaching out in the darkness using his other hand. He spotted a hunched figure, a large but faint stripe of yellow light on the man. He finally got close and shook the man's shoulder. The man groaned, still face-first as he lay on the pile on hay. Oof, that's gonna itch in the morning. Alfred shook the captain more roughly this time. He heard a faint 'Wasssit' from the man but the guy still hadn't moved an inch. Alfred resisted pulling on the captain's tied back messy, yellow hair. "Hey, man, you gotta get up if you want to eat."

"... Wha.. ha?" The captain finally, at a slow pace, lifted his face to face the annoyed expression on Alfred. Bleary emeralds so familiar ogled him, with drool on the edge on the man's mouth. That... that face! Alfred stared in shock as the brows of the man drew together. Those eyebrows! He'd never forget someone with eyebrows like that! And the only one who had eyebrows like that was his lover with the name of--

"Arthur?!"

Arthur sobered up instantly, recognition and awe and shock all over his half-drunk face. "What in the-- Alfred! What are you doing here?"

"I should be asking you that! What're you doing here of all places?" Alfred shook his head, his grip tightened on the pie, "Nevermind that, why didn't you come to see me first?!" Questions, he had so many questions. Was this why Liz had that smile on her when he came in? Because this guy was back?! Alfred was so going to kill him.

"Wait--Wait! Let me-- let me explain!"

"You better explain! What were you thinking, leaving this island without me and coming back some three years later?"

Alfred's heart was beating with happiness and curiosity and a faint trace of hurt in the back of his heart. Arthur was here! After three years-- Wait, he shouldn't get ahead of himself. His lover left him for three years! Three! Were they still even lovers? Alfred placed the pie on the ground and latched his hands on the shoulders of the other man. Arthur had a dumb look on his face, the same one he had when every time he woke up from a nap years ago. Alfred felt his chest tighten from just this...

"Arthur. You are going to tell me everything."

And his found lover did. In his drunk and sleep-addled voice that Alfred missed. In the semi-darkness of the barn, the old lovers spoke and ate mince pie throughout the night. The celebration and its noise outside never stopped them from exchanging words of love and embraces full of affection.

"I thought you said you'd never come back." Alfred and Arthur were on their sides facing each other on the pile of hay. It was a bit itchy but Alfred found it comfortable with Arthur in his arms.

"Well, I'm here now." Arthur looked at him in the eyes, the truth in his new never disappearing for even a moment. "But I'm not coming back ever again."

"...Even for me?" His grip around his lover's waist tensing, "Arthur, why did you come back to this backwater island?"

Arthur's green eyes softened, misting in the edges. "I came back for you. You were always in my mind and every time I think of you and your smile, it makes my heartache. You were so far away. But not any more so..." he took Alfred's hands in his, " So come with me, Alfred. Let's look for adventure. Together."

The only thing in Alfred's mind was how he loved Arthur so much and the warmth of Arthur's hand on his. He'd never let that hand go again.

"Together?"

"Yes."

Alfred already had his satchel ready for the last three years.

Extra:

"This ship looks like she's been through too many fights... too many scars on the floorboard."

"Er, yes..."

"Wait a minute, why does this ship have the kingdom's insignia all scratched up? Merchant ships have to have clear insignias!"

"Well, uh--"

"Arthur, is there something you're not telling me?"

"..."

"This is a pirate ship, isn't it? Really, Art?"

#usukweek #APH America #APH England #hws america #hws england #aph #hws #hetalia #axis powers hetalia #alfred f jones #Arthur Kirkland #usuk #ukus #nautical au #pirates #hetalia usuk

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Weddings and Other Holy Deals

For Better or Worst: Chapter One

Featuring: Sam Winchester x Emery Simmons-Winchester (OFC)

Setting: Mid Season 14 AU

Word Count: 1675

Summary: Sam finds an unlikely solution to the Michael problem in Dean’s head. His soon-to-be wife has her own side of the deal with the powers that be.

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Jan. 20, 2019

Somewhere beyond the neatly trimmed lawns and the perfectly timed sprinkler systems, over a wide porch with a loveseat swing and past a storm door with etched glass, slept a Winchester. It was not a normal place for this Winchester, Sam for clarity’s sake, to be upon waking. But this wasn’t a usual day, for the hunter or anyone honestly. Though he had lived another day like this one, the excitement and anticipation he felt as he rolled over and saw his clock face shining back at him was unmatched. Today, Sam Winchester was getting married, and if he knew anything it was the best decision he had ever made. That things would only get better after today. Rare is certainty in life, which was why Sam held fast to his and began the life-changing day.

Across town, Bandit woke his bride. Bandit is her dog, soon to be their dog, a Setter mix that loved to herd. Emery Simmons had always been an animal person, but Bandit was a surprise blessing from her former life. She hadn’t asked to bring him along, though as there wasn’t much she had left, she supposed it was a perk to balance her expectations. She roamed through the short-term rental, contemplating the dress that had been left for her as she made herself a cup of tea. Bandit demanded a walk and a bout of catch in the park, which Emery accommodated, unhurried by the little preparations for the small ceremony. They weren’t going to start without her, after all.

Sam had exercised, showered and shaved by ten o’clock. He had another three hours before the service was scheduled, idle hands met a replaced contact list in his phone. He didn’t know any of these people yet, well he knew one. With little else to bide his time, Sam hit the old rotary phone icon below the smirking face.

“Whoa, when did they futz with our phones?” Emery asked, spinning around with Bandit’s leash before tucking her phone beneath her ear.

“Dunno, it’s weird right?” Sam stared at the tux bag hanging in the bedroom. Their bedroom.

“Creeptastic, actually. What’s up?” She sounded worried, maybe she was distracted. Sam was overthinking her tone and almost forgot to answer her.

“I didn’t have anyone else to call?” Sam offered, sitting at the end of the bed, huffing at himself with a sad smile. “Forget it, I’ll let you get back to your, stuff.”

“Hey, I’m just out for a walk, you’re not bothering me. Sam?” His name came out heavy, like she was reminding herself who she was marrying. He didn’t blame her. There was a scuffle on her end of the line before she groaned. “No, Bandit, no!”

Sam’s forehead shot to its full height. “Is that— are you walking a dog?”

“Uh, yesssssss? Is that going to be a problem?” Her sudden defensiveness made him grin, the image of her struggling with a leash warmed Sam from head to toe.

“Not at all, the opposite really. I love dogs.” He understood why she was anxious; they barely knew each other, it was a bit soon for a potential first fight.

“Well, good, shit, had me panicking there for a minute.” The conversation lulled as she reached the porch, each stumbling over small talk before she looked at the clock on the microwave. Sam was starting to pace, but the relief that there would be someone else in the house with them made it seem less scary somehow. They said their goodbyes and Sam decided he better eat before the nerves resurfaced. He quickly fried some bacon, out of habit, and tossed together a smoothie. Everything he could possibly want stocked in the fridge and cupboards; they had done their due diligence, apparently.

Two and a half hours later, Emery was hiking up the church steps, dress bent over her elbow and simple veil trailing behind her loose curls on a winter breeze. She had never had a lot of friends, but today was a day when a female entourage would have come in handy. She thought about her mother and how she would have worried over her hair until it needed to be reset. She sent up a silent prayer to her, telling her that she was finally making an honest woman of herself. Adding a few choice words that would have had them both pursing and posturing before breaking down into fits of giggles. God, did she miss her. She smiled quietly, opening her eyes and the heavy glass door.

The church was cavernous and quiet and after countless trips inside hallowed walls, Sam was able to appreciate the architecture and the scale of the ancient organ pipes. The minister seemed confused, but accommodating, given the last-minute organization. Sam stood at the end of the aisle, hands in his pockets, the ring box lightly brushing against his thigh. A blast of sound curled throughout the space, nimble fingers flying over aged keys as the timeless march stopped Sam’s heart. This was it, a pact fulfilled. He inhaled, swallowed, and turned to face his future.

Emery hated heels, but given the size of her husband, she may have to learn to live with them. The dress was forgiving at least, the gentle satin flowing as she glided down. Tried to glide. There was no one to give her away, no one at her elbow to keep time with, no onlookers to slow down for, no photographer to capture their faces as they saw each other for the first time. This moment was theirs alone, shy and appreciatively sacred. He smiled at her without teeth, dimples mesmerizing as she lost her rhythm, strolling to him out of the step-halt-step that was expected of her. None of that mattered anyway.

She shook her head and smiled back, licking her lips as she remembered the minister was waiting for her. Carefully she stood in front of Sam, toes of her white slippers lining up with his reflective black shoes. A small bouquet of orchids clutched in her right hand, her left petting her skirts as she tried to rub off the sweat.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here-,” the ceremony began. They echoed the scripted vows, eyes locked on each other in hopeful promise. Cautiously optimistic was too naïve for these two, humble veneration too romantic. They stood as strangers, forging a partnership to save those dearest to them. It was a contract that required both of their souls, willfully shared and bonded before Heaven and Earth. Samuel Winchester took this woman, Emery Simmons as his lawfully wedded wife. And she him. For better or worse.

Two days prior

Two days and a series of choices prior, stood the other Winchester in an underground fortress, three hundred fifty miles due East. Dean was in his bedroom, staring at Death, or Billie, if we’re being technical. Which we should, being the time jumps and all. Billie handed him the last remaining outcome of his life on Earth. The book, once one of countless possibilities, remained his sole option from world ending calamity. That was until Sam burst in, with a very stern angel on his heels.

“Dean! Listen, so—Naomi thinks she can help us. Help you, with Michael.” Dean looked from Death to his brother to the psychotic bureaucrat, the exhaustion heavy in his eyes and on his heart. Puppy dog’s hopeful eyes barraging him with an innocence he hadn’t had to let down gently in ages. Dean felt, unabashedly, like the oldest soul in the room. The women regarded each other, silent conversation earning only an audible hum from the former Reaper.

“Interesting. Dean? I think you need to hear them out. I’ll be in touch.” Billie nodded to Naomi and vanished before Sam could get a word in. No one mentioned how these beings, especially the angel, entered the Bunker. A place lauded as being the securest on the planet, had conveniently become a haven for all sorts of unmentionables.

“Okay, let’s hear it,” Dean sighed, perching on his bed as he listened to the latest hair-brained scheme. That night, after hours of arguing, endless curt responses from Naomi and rebuttals from Castiel, Dean agreed to leave with her. Before Naomi whisked him away, she shared a pregnant glance with Sam.

“We’ll be in touch,” the platinum blonde angel replied curtly. The air was suffocating with tension, Dean tried to get Sam’s attention and Cas glared at his former puppet master.

“Wait, what am I supposed to leave like there isn’t something else going on here?!” Dean bellowed at Naomi, who looked like the cat that got the cream, rolled her eyes.

“Boys, one thing at a time, please?” She gestured to a corner of the library, where a glowing pattern had appeared on the old tiles.

“How’d you—” Cas stared in awe as a portal to Heaven opened before their eyes.

“This is a one-way, temporary portal, Castiel. Don’t try to stowaway or the deal, all of the deals are off. Do I make myself clear?” Naomi glared at each man like a field trip chaperone. The men nodded, but Dean’s jaw worked over all of his unanswered questions. The pounding in his head intensified the moment Naomi arrived, which almost, was a relief. It meant Mikey knew something was happening and his suspicion was enough to swing Dean’s vote.

“Alright boys,” Dean sniffed. “See you on the other side?” He shook Cas’s hand before pulling him into a brief hug. Sam stood waiting, an arm up and one underneath, they embraced as equals. Another risk, another potential goodbye.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, bitch.” Dean chided, giving Sam a knowing smirk.

“Too short a list, jerk,” Sam tossed back, as Dean took Naomi’s hand like the kid forced to partner with the teacher in dance class. The portal swayed and flickered, the angel and the hunter pulled skyward, though Heaven was much farther away than the instant transport suggested.

“Sam?”

“Not now, Cas.” Sam stormed off, thumbing through his phone, needing to make some calls.

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Read On: A New Normal

#for better or worst series #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester x ofc #s14 au #sam x emery #simwin

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aswithasunbeam · 5 years

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Could you reccomend us some good hamliza fanfics?

Sorry this took me so long to answer - yes, of course! Here’s a mix of some of my old favs and some newer pieces that I really enjoyed:

Right… by quantumoddity: Eliza and Alex go for a 5k run. It goes about as well as you’d expect and ends the way you’d expect.

not only by fighting evils by Mira_Jade: In which General Philip Schuyler issues an invitation to a winter’s ball, and one Alexander Hamilton quietly tries not to panic. Luckily, he has friends who are willing to help him … very, very good friends … and one particularly long-suffering commander-in-chief.

The Seal Lullaby by quantumoddity: In small, isolated, tight knit towns, people tend to talk. And in this town, they talk most about the strange couple that live down in the cottage by the sea. They talk about how they just turned up out of the blue one day, they wonder if they'll ever stop having children, they wonder what it is about them that makes them feel so...odd.-Eliza finds something unusual down on the beach after a strong storm.

bring on the wonder by thatiranianphantom: Eliza is a Schuyler. She’s a Schuyler with pride. That is, until she finds the stowaway on her father’s ship and suddenly everything’s different.

Hamilton Friends AU | The One With The Engagement by lenuxx: A hamliza take on the episode of Friends where Monica and Chandler get engaged (not surprising I enjoyed this on as I requested it ;D)

5 Times Alexander thought he wasn’t enough (and one time he was) by Stqrrynights: Alexander somehow thought he knew in his heart that he could never be enough for the people around him, and it was so terribly heartbreaking he couldn’t hardly stand it. But then Eliza forgave him.

#hamliza #fic recs #ask

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weaponizedembrace · 5 years

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100 Year Old Man

BUCKY VERSES:

Canon verses:

Stowaways On A Freezer Truck: Threads occurring in pre-canon through the end of The First Avenger

Seventy Years Of Winter: Threads occurring from after falling from the freight car to the end of The Winter Soldier

Finding Yourself By Getting Lost: Threads occurring while on the run, from the end of The Winter Soldier through rediscovery in Civil War

Not Worth All This: Civil War verse

Healing White Boy: Anything taking place between the end of Civil War and the start of Infinity War, where Bucky is deprogrammed by Shuri and starting to heal

The War In My Veins Will Always Call Me Back: Infinity War and Endgame verse (including any threads that take place in the soul world after Thanos’ snap).

*We All Build Narratives: 616 verse. After the events of Endgame, Bucky moves back to his home in Indiana and begins working with Sharon Carter to assist those caught up in Hydra who want to get out.

Canon-divergent/AU verses:

How It Should’ve Happened: Any post-war AU where Bucky survives and returns to New York in the 40s.

When We Die Let’s Do It Together: Steve and Bucky survive TFA together, or “die” and come to the future together. (e.g. Steve prevents Bucky from falling off the train and they crash the Valkyrie together, or Steve rescues Bucky from the snow after he falls, before Hydra can capture him, etc.)

Tried to Break Me and Made Me Stronger: The serum administered in Azzano was as potent as the final Winter Soldier serum he received later in canon, but Bucky is never captured by Hydra.

*The Dodgers Are Dead To Me: Bucky is deprogrammed by Shuri in Wakanda after being brought out of cryostasis and begins to heal, but he misses home. Eventually, he takes steps to get himself cleared of all the charges against him, and undergoes government psychological testing to prove he’s no longer a threat as the Winter Soldier so he can be allowed to return to the States. This verse ignores Infinity War and Endgame.

How To Carry On With Half A Heart: Post Infinity War AU where Bucky lives. Who else died or didn’t die will vary by thread/partner.

White Wolf In A Hexagon: Modern au. Bucky is a pro-MMA fighter with a boxing and BJJ background, and goes by the nickname ‘White Wolf’ in the ring. Full verse info here.

Holding It Together When You Can’t Sit Still: Sex work verse. Bucky returns to New York under the same circumstances in the The Dodgers Are Dead To Me verse, but for various reasons went into full service sex work.

No Weapon Ever Stopped A War: Bucky is an angel of death and destruction. Full verse info here.

Mischief Managed: Harry Potter au. Verse under development. Bucky is a Hufflepuff, and is a Beater on the Quidditch team.

Mirrored Realities: Any verse where Bucky interacts with a double of himself.

more to come

*These verse currently tend to be the default verses for answered asks and other unplotted things, unless specified otherwise.

#verses #verse: the dodgers are dead to me #taking all the stupid with me || ooc #verse: seventy years of winter #verse: finding yourself by getting lost #verse: not worth all this #verse: healing white boy #verse: the war in my veins will always call me back #verse: we all build narratives #verse: how it should've happened #verse: homecoming #verse: how to carry on with half a heart #verse: white wolf in a hexagon #verse: no weapon ever stopped a war #verse: mischief managed #verse: mirrored realities #i thought queue were smaller #<---mini tag dump

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