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Déardaoin ===> I Love You

Merry Thursday, my lovelies, I remain classics_lover, your supreme Mugwump for the week. Today's theme is I Love You, and prompts must concern love, romantic or platonic. Have fun, one and all!

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...

+ Dragon Age, anypair, love is a different type of magic

+ Mass Effect Trilogy, anypair, everyday love rituals

+ Tortall, Kel +/ any, she doesn't recognise romantic love until it walks up and kisses her

We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2017 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.

Theme= Love

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brumeier
Feb. 2nd, 2017 04:25 pm (UTC)
Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, You Are My Once In A Lifetime
aivix
Feb. 4th, 2017 10:18 pm (UTC)
Fill. MCU, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes.
He fell from a train.


The nuns rolled their eyes at the pair of them—they always had—and chased them from the orphanage steps. “Go to the library! Go play!” Sister Agnes ordered, while Sister Thomas shooed them with a simple, “Get out of our hair for a while, would you?”

(To be fair, they'd been trouble from the day Steve arrived, scrawny and coughing, and he'd looked at James and declared, “I'm gonna call you Bucky,” by way of a hello.

“I'm gonna call you Stevie then.”

The smirks they'd shared had heralded the future for the ladies who ran their dorm: mischief, fights, that flighty repentance only teenage boys could do.)

So they raced off down the sidewalk, making their way toward the little park where the kids all hung out. Neither paid much attention to the radio blaring from the corner store, the one that was speaking about Hitler and Europe, their attention on one another as always.


“Then finish it. 'Cause I'm with you 'til the end of the line.”


The apartment was sweltering, August in New York City; the windows were open, but the glass was covered with blankets and shirts and whatever Bucky could find to keep the sunlight to a minimum. The table fan he'd saved for and bought that morning was set on one of their kitchen chairs with a re-sealed glass milkbottle he'd filled with ice and water behind it; he'd honestly felt a bit like a genius when he'd thought of that, though he was sure he'd get an earful later about it.

In the bedroom, Stevie was stripped down to his underwear. The bedlinens had been kicked to the floor, and Bucky reached out to grab them up; he dumped the pile on his side, stripped down and crawled up beside his sweaty partner.

“You hanging in there?”

“Yeah,” was the answer, “I'm tryin'.”


A scatter of memories, thick and incomprehensible.

Death, destruction, the topple of a government...

Me?

Him?


“Bucky?”

“Who's Bucky?”

A fight, blood. Men and women, then men, then women. A bloodline emerges lacking in blood—children—Natasha—принцесса—and someone speaks.

“The man on the bridge... who is he?”

“You're my Once in a Lifetime.”


He fell of a train.

Steve didn't chase after him then.

Now, he traveled the world, following a trail that only he could understand.


Bucky knew the minute his conscription papers showed up that Stevie would try to enlist right beside him.

He had never been more grateful for Stevie's myriad of health problems in his life: he could go to war, he could fight, but he could do it only if Stevie was safe.

If he wasn't standing on some Godforsaken front line with a gun the size of him, coughing his lungs out.

Thank God for asthma.

He should have known, though, that Stevie would find a way around it all. After all, he always did.

But before Stevie would turn into Steve, they went dancing and dating and they fucked into the middle of the night when the streets were quiet and the neighbors were out on their stoops, drunk and belligerent.

They whispered to each other that last night, “I'm with ya' to the end of the line,” like it meant something else, and as Bucky dressed that morning, uniform perfectly pressed, Stevie murmured, “You're my Once in a Lifetime.”


Coulson had offered them a haven, a safehouse in one of his newly fitted bases, and Steve had taken it for the gift it was. (Phil's hero-worship still held, quieter than the first time they'd met, and Steve wondered just who had caught the man's attention. He didn't ask though: he didn't need to know if it was someone from one of his new teams or one of his old teams, he didn't need to know if it was Nick or Melinda or Maria or any of the names he could recognize.

All he needed to know was that Phil was safe, that Phil could keep Bucky safe, and that's what he got.)

They slept side by side, not touching yet—Bucky couldn't tolerate touching—but they slept together and Steve took it for the victory it felt like. Some mornings he'd wake find Bucky not there, and he'd wander into the Galley, where Bucky and Sam would be working, pots and pans on the stove and the counters.

And he'd think, You're my Once in a Lifetime.
nagi_schwarz
Feb. 5th, 2017 03:18 pm (UTC)
RE: Fill. MCU, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes.
This is beautiful, how they care about each other and look after each other in the small things and have their refrain that keeps them together.
aivix
Feb. 12th, 2017 09:53 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill. MCU, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes.
I'm glad you liked it. I haven't written Steve/Bucky in a long, long while, so I worried that I'd lost Bucky's voice. Still not sure I've got him pinned back down.
brumeier
Feb. 6th, 2017 12:47 am (UTC)
Re: Fill. MCU, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes.
This is so, so lovely! Bucky and Steve have a connection that neither time nor distance can destroy, and you show that so well here.

Thank you so much!
aivix
Feb. 12th, 2017 09:49 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill. MCU, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes.
You're welcome! It got a little schmoopy toward the end there, but given that this is a Steve-involved pairing, I figured schmoopy exists solely for him.

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