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    Long ago, and worlds away, there was a young princess, orphaned in a time of war. She was called upon to lead the armies of her kingdom, for there was no other. She was the fiercest of warriors, beloved of her people, unstoppable on the field. She rode out every day and saved her subjects in battle after battle.

    But every night, when the fighting was done, she was alone. Until one day, a peasant boy came looking to join her army. Lonely and angry and fierce as she. For the first time, she found that when she strode out onto the field to save others, there was someone at her side who had come to save her. Then there came the darkest battle of the war. The princess and her peasant boy stood, side by side, and vowed that they would be separated by nothing less than death itself. She fell to an enemy sword and died before his eyes. And those who heard the story cried for the death of love.

    After his princess died, the peasant boy wandered the world lost to despair. Until one day, he came upon an immortal who told him his princess had been stolen, trapped in an enchantment. Now he seeks her, across this world and every other. Because somewhere, sealed behind frozen glass and thick walls of deadly thorns, she sleeps waiting to be awakened. 

    And someday, without fail, he will find her.


    I hope you don't mind me popping in but I'm all :( right now, so how do you think Ransom would comfort you after you receive some bad news?

    I hope you don't mind me popping in but I'm all :( right now, so how do you think Ransom would comfort you after you receive some bad news?

    Awww I hope you’re okay, sweet soul 🥺❤️❤️

    I think sweater daddy would be so soft with you with a side of feeling helpless tbh.

    Maybe something like...

    You felt the bed dip behind you, sniffling as you batted away a few years.

    “What do you need, kitten?” Ransom’s voice was soft, his lips even softer against the curve of your cheek as he leaned over you.

    “I dunno,” you mumbled, shivering as his warm hand slid up your arm, giving you a squeeze of comfort. “I think I’m just processing right now.”

    You felt the bed shift, and suddenly Ransom was curling up behind you, tugging your back to his chest as he tucked his knees behind yours. A chain of soft kisses dusted along your shoulder before Ransom’s breath was warming your ear.

    “Is this okay, pretty girl? I don’t want to leave you by yourself.”

    “Of course.” You felt your eyes well for a completely different reason than before. You slid your hand over Ransom’s, entwining your fingers with his. “You don’t have to do this though, I know you’re busy. I’ll be okay.”

    Ransom pressed his nose to the nape of your neck, nuzzling your skin as his arms hugged you tighter and his quiet voice hummed out, “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”


    bucky barnes x reader. masterlist.

    Steve gives you Bucky's dog tags for a reason.

  • word count: 2.4k (lol, sorry)
  • warnings/tags: none. bucky being a cutie.
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  • “Welcome to Wakanda, agent (Y/N)”.

    A second after you crossed their airspace, you were courteously greeted. The views from your ship were indescribable. Peace invaded you just at the sight of the open fields and the warm colors of autumn. You could get used to that place too. To live in calm, work hand-to-hand with Shuri, and have time to spend it with Bucky. The reason why you were flying there. Removing your right hand from the control and grabbing in a fist the dog tags hanging on your chest, you took a deep breath while closing your eyes before getting ready to land. T’Challa was waiting for you at the entry of his kingdom, accompanied by his excited little sister and some of his guards.

    Pressing a sequence of buttons above your head, to pull the control back, the ship went down slowly folding its wings. As you landed and turned off the engineers, you freed yourself from the seatbelt and the huge headphones to step out. Shuri received you with a friendly hug, breaking protocol and being just Shuri. You built a strong relationship since you met a year ago, when you brought Bucky to that beautiful and magical place, to let him recover. To let him rest.

    “Your highness”. You uttered to T’Challa crossing your forearms in the traditional salutation of Wakanda.

    “Agent (Y/N)”. He corresponded walking closer. “The white wolf asked me to let you know he wouldn’t want to be… bothered with visits today”.

    You couldn’t help but frown. The last time you saw him was around three months ago. You usually interchanged letters from week to week, being one of the fewer persons he trusted in. And it wasn’t just a question of trust. Steve told you about his feelings, his shyness, and insecurities, his fears. What Bucky didn’t know, again, it wasn’t a question of trust from you either. That’s why the Captain gave you the dog tags, after more than thirteen years under custody. You wanted to see him, to know if he was happy there as he wrote you in his letters one million times.

    “He doesnt wear his arm here”. Shuri clarified, taking a position close to his brother.

    By the look on their faces, you were aware of two things. One, they noticed too that something was growing between Bucky and you, and that it wasn’t a simple friendship. Two, they weren’t going to stop you. Oh, quite the opposite. They’d bring you to him on a golden platter and a big red bow on your head. The king beckoned a hand to urge you to follow him to the inside of the building and use one of their ships to fly above the place to the white wolf’s location.

    You were nervous. You didn’t sleep more than a couple of hours last night thinking about him and how he’d react to having back his tags since the forties. Your eyes were focused throughout the window on your left, watching different citizens taking care of animals and plantations, children running from one side to another, playing and having fun. Oblivious to the horror of New York, where you resided. One of the cities in the world with the highest rates of street violence. Serial killers or simply killers, rapists, kidnappers, drug dealers (...). It was a minefield and Wakanda seemed and felt like Heaven.

    “Did you think about the offer?” Shuri nudged you to push you back to reality, turning your head towards her.

    “Since you dropped it to me”.


    “I…” You needed to put away your gaze again, focusing on the blue opened sky in front of them. “I want… to consult him first if you don’t mind”.

    “Of course, (Y/N)”.

    “I don’t want to put his world upside down, now that he’s not the…” You couldn’t finish the sentence. You couldn’t pronounce that detestable nickname and the pain beneath it.

    Shuri nodded in silence, not needing your explanations. She knew how you felt. She understood you. The talk didn’t continue, stretching your right hand on your lap to calm your nerves and make you comfortable with the situation. The flight didn’t last longer than five or ten minutes, losing the track of time deep in your thoughts. The pilot indicated to you through the headphones that you were about to land, glancing at a complex of small houses in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and wilderness.

    You were the last one jumping outside with your hand grabbing the tags on your chest, trying to find the encouragement there to follow T’Challa’s hand pointing at a man working with goats and collecting hay for them. Licking your lips and assenting with your chin, you guided your steps towards him. Slowly. As if you wanted to turn around at some point. But you knew it was too late when he was the one turning at the sound of your heavy boots cracking the grass under them.

    Bucky didn’t look annoyed for your visit, nor the lack of attention to his petition. Although there was something in his pale blue orbs you weren’t able to decipher, until he bowed down his head unconsciously to his left shoulder covered by a dark fabric matching his eyes. You had to do your best to not roll yours, shortening the distance setting you apart. You had been dreaming about that encounter since the last time you were there before Shuri accessed the darkest place of his mind and cleaned it from any trail of HYDRA. Now, he was free. And he looked in good condition as the bags under his eyes had disappeared and his hair was almost tied with a bun. His cheeks seemed a little more chubby and you just wanted to pinch them. But it’d be weird and out of place. For the time being.

    Bit by bit, a sweet smile widened in your lips, curving them as Bucky stared at you again when he was conscious that you didn’t care. With or without a metal arm, your feelings were exactly the same. You couldn’t admire him more than you were admiring him at this point. You couldn’t love him more than you loved him already. And God was a witness of how many times you practiced to confess to him and tell him that the only thing you wanted in life was to be by his side. Bring happiness to his days, bring him peace and harmony.

    “I'm sorry…” “I brought you…”

    You two spoke at the same time, breaking in a soft giggle that jumped your hearts in complete sync.

    “You first”. He let you, waving his hand.

    “I… brought you something”. You susurrated, loosening the grip around the metal hanging on your chest to take off the necklace.

    You noticed the way his eyes widened in surprise and confusion. Why did you have them? Who gave them to you? Why now? Bucky gulped watching you stretching the dog tags between your fingers towards him. He didn’t know what to do, taking a second before he was able to react. He couldn’t remember when was the last time he saw them, and the amount of memories they gave him overwhelmed his whole brain.

    In slow motion narrowing his eyes, Bucky held the chain with two fingers to hang the necklace from it. You thought he was about to wear them, but he destabilized you as he directed his hands to above your head, to place them where they were an instant before. You didn’t understand. Didn’t he want them back?

    “I want you to keep it”.


    “I want you to have something mine”. Bucky recognized with a shy smile decorating his lips. “Those tags and my arm are the only things I have from my past. And… I won’t give you my arm…”

    “Well, I bet it’d look good hanging from my neck”. You jocked tilting your head.

    In his gift, you found the encouragement you needed to talk about T’Challa’s job offer. It wasn’t as if you were proposing to him, in the end, you were just friends even if it felt quite the opposite. You licked your upper lip, kissing your teeth after it, earning more than his attention.

    “Shuri said, uh… I could come here, work with her. We’d do great things together, not only for Wakanda but for the world”.

    Bucky’s gesture didn’t change a single inch, focused on the nervousness you were trying to hide from him and reading the reasons beneath.

    “So T’Challa offered me to stay here”.


    “Yeah… Permanently”. You assented pressing your lips, breathing through your nostrils.

    “Did you accept?”

    “Not yet. Not until talking to you about”.

    He nodded then a couple of times, turning to the goats behind him coming closer. “Got to finish some stuff… Maybe we can talk later about it unless you have to leave”.

    “No, no. I, uh… asked for the day off. Banner didn’t need me at the lab today”.

    “Okay, good”.

    While the king was showing you the new level for research and investigations, Bucky took the advantage to go and find Shuri without your knowledge. He found her in the surroundings of the main building, working on your ship as you said it made some kind of random noise that put you out of your nerve during the flight.

    “I need my arm”.

    The princess squatted close to the left wing, turned at him without standing up. Pulling her sunglasses to the top of his head, she raised an eyebrow.

    “For what”.

    “You know for what”. He clicked his tongue, placing his hand on his left shoulder.

    “No, I don’t”. She lied while cleaning the grass and oil in her expert fingers.

    “I need to have two arms”.

    “You’ve been working the last months with one arm only. Why do you need it now?”

    “C’mon… Argh…” Bucky rubbed his face with boredom. “I want to hug her, okay? Can you just… give me back my damn arm?”

    “Not enough reasons, you can hug her using your right”.

    “I want to have two hands when I kiss her”. He finally confessed in a hiss, provoking a triumphant smile growing on Shuri’s lips.

    “If you lie to me, if you don’t kiss her, Sergeant Barnes… I’ll code it to punch your face”.

    “Wait…” Bucky wrinkled his nose drawing a horrified gesture on his face, as he turned his blue eyes towards his left shoulder. “Can you do that?”

    “Try me”.

    No, of course she couldn’t, but he didn’t know. Which were a good push for him to not go against her and her petition.

    “C’mon. I’ll set it up and help you to put it on”.

    Your eyes were traveling from one picture to another. He put some of them around his small house and it looked better now. More like a home. A place to stay. And for a second you felt a twinge straight in your heart when you noticed one photograph of the two of you, close to his bed. It was after your first mission together. Steve insisted on taking it, after noticing the sparkles between you. But you didn’t know he brought it to Wakanda with him, as your copy is on your nightstand too. And you used to fall asleep every night looking at it.

    The curtain being moved and some steps in pulled you out from your thoughts, turning to find Bucky staring in silence at you. Your orbs landed on the metal arm. It was different too since the last time you saw it, with golden strips forming between the silver ones. You couldn’t help but sigh.

    “You didn’t need to…”

    “Yes, I did. I did need it”. He interrupted you, breathing through his parted lips and his heart about to fly off from his chest.


    “Because, otherwise, I couldn’t do this”.

    You were about to ask what he was referring to, watching him breaking the distance between the two of you in three fast strides. You closed your eyes at the moment his hands held your neck and Bucky slammed his lips on yours. The kiss, the contrast of cold and warmth on your skin, the everlasting longing for it to happen… All of this caused you to gasp, tangling the tunic at the height of his chest in your fists, not wanting him to take a step back. Your mouths fit perfectly without looking for it, made for each other, as he secured his fingers on the back of your neck. And you felt your knees weak when he pecked your lips one more time, before caressing your nose with his, not being able to open your eyes. Neither of you.

    “I don’t have the right… to ask for anything”. He babbled. His insecurities coming afloat even if you hadn’t pushed him away. “But… I want you to stay here. With me. I… I don’t have much to offer you, but I promise to make you happy”.

    At this point, your eyes were filled with tears, strongly closing your eyelids to not let them fall. You swallowed a sob, moving your hands from his chest to his middle back, embracing him tighter as you could.

    “You’ve been making me happy since we met, Bucky”.

    He chuckled breathless, intuiting he was too at the edge of his crying because of that affirmation.

    “Every Tuesday, I wait at the stairs of my apartment for the mail, for your letters. I’ve… read them so many times I can recite them… by heart. Every word you've written to me”.

    “I will continue writing them for you, even if you stay with me”.

    Your voices were low, barely audible out of his place. Like secrets. Bucky kissed you again, bending enough to raise you by the back of your thighs and urge you to surround his waist with your legs. The dog tags on your chest clicked against the other, as you moved your arms to his shoulders and neck, and you were unable to stop kissing him. You two could die right now and not be bothered because you were finally together, and that was all you deserved in life.

    “Tell me you will stay… please”. His beg brushed your lips, still pecking them between syllable and syllable.

    “I will…” You replied without hesitating as you could, eager to correspond to every gesture from him. “I will stay with you”.