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Mikhail Dyuzhenkov had been raised a spoiled, bratty child and had grown into a surly, entitled man, dissatisfied with his lot in life though his family was high ranking nobility, churlish and stubborn for no reason other than to inconvenience others, concerned only about himself and his interests and the weight of his riches. But when it was announced that the Lady Natalia Romanova had entered his ballroom, Mikhail swallowed uncomfortably and retreated a few steps from the balcony railing so he wasn’t immediately visible from below, absentmindedly scratching at the scar that dissected his right palm from base of thumb to bottom of pinky. The scar was courtesy of the same Lady Natalia Romanova, who was the one and only thing Mikhail had never managed to acquire in his life. The volatile redhead hadn’t been impressed with Mikhail’s carefully practiced charm, and neither had she been swayed when Mikhail promised to use his station and influence to delay Ivan Romanov’s execution if only Natalia would join him for a more private encounter. For the effort of his charm, Mikhail had received a pointed but polite no thank you, and for the promise of his influence to secure a stay of execution, Mikhail had found himself bleeding, sliced just deep enough to leave a scar, not so deep as to tear the nerves and impede the use of his hand. Natalia had flipped the top of her ornate ring open to reveal a sharp spike and had cut it across Mikhail’s palm without even blinking, her full lips pulled into a smile that was nearly a sneer as she replied, “The way beneath my skirts is not found by promising to delay my Da’s execution, my Lord. Quite the opposite, in fact. You’d have better luck if you promised to kill the bastard faster.”
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I saw someone do this and decided to do it too since i’ve read a lot of fics recently that deserve to be seen
i’ll be tagging the authors wherever i can, i dont know most of their tumblrs so feel free to tag them
A fic that you loved without knowing the source material: When my body wont hold me anymore (where will i go)- @madasthesea
- When i read this i had not watched doctor strange yet this is perfect for tony’s grieving process and then the hope when he realises there might still be a chance
A fic with a premise that shouldnt work but does: Here comes the sun- @motherkarizma
- Okay so i read this a few weeks ago and it will be one of the only au’s i remember for years to come, this was purely amazing and with tony’s worry as peter struggles, it killed me. Hands down one of my favourite fics.
A fic you’ve read more than once: Danny boy- friendlyneighbourhoodirondad
- Ive read this too many times to count, it’s perfect in every way and the whump is amazing, along with the reveal and may being a badass, its perfect.
A fic you still remember many years later: You’re in my veins (and i cannot get you out)- @losingmymindtonight
- this was one of the first fics ive read and it got me into the whump scene, i love it.
A comfort fic: Living Nightmare- @svn-f1ower
- perfect scene from far from home, exactly what i expected and the hurt/comfort is amazing.
A cathartic fic: Somno- romanoff
- i read this a few days ago and its one of the stony fics i love, the perfect blend of fluff and whump, the protectiveness of steve and the perfect display of how the concussion is affecting tony.
A fic you’d print and put on your bookshelf: Mistakes- @yes-i-am-happyaspie
- this is one of my favourite tropes, i love it completely and the guilt and regret of tony is amazing.
A fic you associate with a song: The parent test- madmonnette
- i cried along with tony while reading this, the bond between tony and peter is shown really well.
A fic that inspires you: Wired shut inside and out- @webtrinsic1122
- this is a trope i love as well, i completely related to peter and when tony realises what he’s feeling it’s the perfect comfort fic.
A fic that brought you onboard a new ship: Peter and the jailbirds- beautifullights
- okay this is one of the best long fics ive read, i spent about three hours straight reading this and then i read it again. amazing whump and ptsd from peter. and the reunion of sam and steve was adorable. not my favourite ship but definitely cute.
A fic you wish could be a movie: Tennessee whiskey- Superstitious
- The best parkner fic i’ve read, perfect ending and Harley’s reaction to peter leaving was A+. Then Peter comes back and its just- so adorable.
A fic that lead to you being friends with the author: If youre going through hell, keep on going- @baloobird
- Best child Peter fics, amazing display of ptsd and the comfort from tony as he slowly becomes more involved in peter’s life. also @baloobird is one of my best friends and i love her writing so much.
Free space: That’s what you call irony- nanerich
- fake dating au with parkner, amazing, adorable, full of fluff.
A fic you’ve gushed about irl: Hydra’s not a home- tempestaurora
- Purely amazing hydra Peter fic. Ive reread it so many times, its just perfect.
A fic you accosiate with a place: In the home- aloneintherain
- This is the perfect blend of hurt/comfort, the best ratio of whump to recovery, 100% would read again and i will always recommend this to anyone
A fic that made you gasp out loud: Take my heart, not my life- elephreak
-amazing evil obadiah and ross fic. love the guilt from tony and the flashbacks are just amazing.
A fic you found at the right time: Three seemingly small words- @yes-i-am-happyaspie
- i read this a week ago, such an angsty fic, amazing concern from tony and the comfort from his amazing.
A fic that you would read a fic of: Hindsight- elephreak
- 100% the best May’s boyfriend fics ive read. I love the desperation you feel along with peter when he’s so close to getting away. Then tony not knowing how Peter got hurt, and the reveal at the end.
A fic that made you laugh out loud: Creepy crawlies and peppermint allergies- @webtrinsic1122
- amazing allergy whump fic. I laughed so hard when tony found out and they both finally got what they deserved. Peter’s need for comfort when he sees tony killed me.
A fic that you know a line (or two) from: i want to go- chvotic
-i cant express how well this was written, the distant feeling you know peter is feeling just kills you, and you see tony trying to comfort him as much as he can.
A fic that gave you butterflies: project pride- TheSleepingOwl
- One of the best coming out fics for peter, amazing in every way, especially with the display of internalised homophobia.
A fic that embodies something you value in life: Hope is the strongest power- sarayin
- I dont want to say too much about this fic but it’s so so good so please go read this. It’s amazing
A favourite au: Nothing is Impossible with you- Highqualitynot
- THESE SHIPS. MJ and HARLEY being BROS. Harley being a disaster gay over Peter. Oh my god this was amazing. please go read it, its so adorable.
A fic you stayed up too late to finish reading: round two- caraminha
-amazing comfort, in the time after the snap, after they got everyone back, peter has to go through the mutation again, one of the best switch ups from the normal fix-it au you see
A fic that made you feel seen: What’s In a serum?- purplestarfish As well as Ace of hearts- @shadedrose01
-first of all, amazing trans posativity between tony, steve and peter, and you still come out of the story loving scott.
-next, Perfect parkner fic, peter being insecure and harley being reassuring. i would read 50k words of this.
Tagging people to join in doing this: @romeoandjulietyouwish @baloobird @just-the-daydreamer along with anyone else who wants to do this
Please go read ALL of these fics, tag the authors if i havent. Thanks guys!
Based entirely off of THIS PICTURE by the talented @shan101pi and written in approximately seven minutes so I didn’t forget the idea:
ALSO, I feel like this could use a dozen or so more chapters.
ALSO If I write more, I’ll probably call it “Greener Pastures” or something like that, but Clintucky made me laugh so hard I ugly snorted so… you know :)
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The woman at the bar in town had told Bucky the farm was “not quite hollerin’ distance from the bridge, but close enough to be called a walk”.
Bucky didn’t know what the hell those directions meant, but there was a driveway a short walk from the end of the bridge and a gate with a handwritten sign proclaiming “Free Chikkens if you can Catch’ Em” and since it was the only gate he’d seen since leaving town nearly an hour previous, he figured this was the one the redhead had meant.
Farm work wasn’t exactly Bucky’s idea of a good time, but he needed money and he needed a lowkey place to hide stay for a few months and after hitching a ride with a trucker in Chicago and ending up in the middle of Cornfield, USA– well, this was good a spot as any to hunker down for a while.
The lane was longer than Bucky had expected, and after an hours hike from town he was puffing a little when he finally made the turn around a corner and came up on a big farmhouse that looked like something out of those cheesy Americana pictures– picket fences and white shutters and a big porch with a couple rocking chairs.
Bucky half expected to smell apple pie and see a hound dog lazing around in the shade, maybe spy a couple of bare foot brats running round in the creek, but even after standing in the yard for a few minutes, Bucky didn’t see anyone or hear anything other than the noise of animals in the distance.
Upon closer inspection, it was obvious the farm house wasn’t quite as perfect as he’d first thought– shutters hanging sideways and paint peeling. The rocking chair leg was broken and the porch steps sagged alarmingly when Bucky walked up and one of the windows was broken, a sheet of plastic stretched over the frame to keep the weather out.
“Hello?” Bucky called, his hand automatically twitching towards the gun tucked in back of his pants. He didn’t like the emptiness and he didn’t like the silence. “Anyone here? Hello? Girl in town said you needed some help out here, is anyone here?”
Quiet for another moment and then Bucky tipped his head to the side, thinking he’d heard a voice around back.
“Hello?” He avoided the squeaky porch and went down to the yard and around to the barn he’d glimpsed coming up the road. “Anyone back here? I’m looking for some work?”
There was definitely a voice coming from the barn and Bucky approached the double doors cautiously, not wanting to startle anyone who might be holding a rifle or some other farm implement that could double as a weapon.
“Hello?” he called again. “I’m looking for the guy that owns this place….?” he poked his head around the doors and stopped in his tracks. “Um… what is going on here?”
The man in the middle of the barn was being chased around by what could only be an army of chicks, fluffy balls of yellow armed with sharp beaks and the most obnoxious peeps in the world, shouting, “No no no! I was trying to feed you! Don’t turn on me like this!”
The guy stopped abruptly when he saw Bucky at the door. “Oh. Hey look at that. Can I help–” he looked down when his feet were swarmed by annoyed sounding chicks. “Aw chickies….no. Go find your mama or something, I don’t even like you!”
Despite his words, the blonde bent down and scooped up armfuls of chicks, clucking and trilling at them as he carried them over to a makeshift pen. “Please stay there. I’m begging you. I’m literally begging you. Five minutes.”
He shut the pen door with his foot and made an attempt at dusting chick feathers off his clothes and hair before shooting Bucky a grin. “Sorry about that. Chickens. What’r’ya gonna do?”
“Um–” Bucky made a vague gesture, not quite sure what to think about the scene he’d just witnessed. “Well uh–”
“Tasha phoned to say she was sending someone down to work with me.” the farmer continued with a friendly smile. “Took you so long to get here, thought for sure you’d gotten lost. Find the place okay?”
“The directions I was given included the phrase ‘hollerin’ distance from the bridge’.” Bucky said flatly, regaining at least a little of his composure. “Not really sure how to interpret that.”
“Oh, that means if you stood on the bridge and hollered?” he shook his head. “I couldn’t hear you at the house.”
“…alright.”
“So you’re looking for work, huh?” A quick sweep of blue eyes over Bucky’s frame, lingering over the gleam of his silver prostheses. “Can’t say I was expecting a Terminator to answer my help wanted add but you look beefy enough to toss hay bales and I suppose that’s all that matters. Welcome to Clintucky.”
“Welcome to–” Bucky looked down at the outstretched hand and then back up at the guy. “Sorry, what? Welcome to where?”
“Clintucky.” he said again, as if the word explained anything at all. “You know, like Kentucky, except my name’s Clint, not Ken, so it’s Clintucky.”
“Clintucky.”
“Oh right, right I’m bad at this, let me try again.” He cleared his throat and offered his hand again. “Name’s Clint and this is my farm. You lookin’ for work for the summer?”
“Uh… yes?” Bucky reached out and shook Clint’s hand. “Yes I am.”
“Great.” Clint looked so relieved it almost worried Bucky. “Cos I’ve got about a billion things needin’ done round here. I can’t pay you a whole lot but you can sleep in the house and use my truck and all that. We can switch off making meals if that’s your thing. Gotta be up with sunrise which is a bitch, but I make great coffee. You allergic to anything? Cats? Dogs? Milk?”
“…no.”
“Well then great! You can start in the morning!” Clint was practically beaming at him, and then– “Oh shit, I am bad at this. What did you say your name was?”
“Bucky.” he said slowly, and Clint turned that megawatt grin up a couple notches in brightness. “Bucky Barnes.”
“Alright then Bucky Barnes. Welcome to Clintucky. Lookin’ forward to working with you.”
Bucky couldn’t help his own begrudging smile, or the way his eyes lingered at the pull of faded flannel on Clint’s shoulders, the strain at the seam of his jeans as the farmer crouched back down to swoop up another runaway chick.
“Lookin’ forward to working with you too.”
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