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The Life of Bucky Barnes by stephrc79 for Petite_Madame
Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
20 Oct 2019
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The ongoing story behind the pictures from the Instagram The Life of Bucky Barnes.
This work is a series of ficlets that tells the story of each picture. As each chapter progresses, it will encompass one or two of the images, how they appear chronologically. These are inspired works for petite-madame with her blessing.
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- Part 1 of The Life of Bucky Barnes
- Language:
- English
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- 292,199
- Chapters:
- 88/?
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- 3
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20 Nov 2023
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“Stiles?”
It was so quiet in the loft, the only sound Derek could hear was Stiles muttering to himself under his breath. It all played out like a horror movie, tense and eerie. Derek didn’t like horror movies, he’d already seen too much in the real world.
“Stiles, what are you doing?” The closer he got to the table, to Stiles, the more he could smell him. Fear and terror overriding in copious amounts. It was more than what Stiles usually provided, and oddly so seeing as how he wasn’t hunched over and hyperventilating. He was simply sitting there, breath even, heart calmly beating away in his chest.
Derek reached out, placing a hand on Stiles’ shoulder. He tugged on him to get Stiles to turn around. At first it was as if Stiles was fighting back against his grip but then Stiles relented and let himself be pulled backward.
His eyes were open but he wasn’t looking at anything in particular. Derek waved a hand over his face and sighed when he realized the obvious.
“You’re sleepwalking.”
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- Part 1 of His Face but Not His Face
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16 Aug 2021
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Harry knows what this is. Well, not exactly. It’s a strange, cruel combination of a panic attack and his asthma acting up, a joint effort that leaves him gasping for air and his heart thumping in his chest. He crumples to the ground the second he reaches the bathroom, not even sure how he made it that far. The anxiety and asthma feed off each other, panic and hysteria crowding out any rational thought as he keels over, tears stinging his eyes. People are rushing around him, but he doesn’t know who.
He can’t identify anyone, all he sees are blurs and bright lights, voices muted and screams echoing in his head. And then bright blue, calming and grounding. A hand on his cheek that he leans in to, chasing the comfort. A soft voice that manages to cut through the haze.
“ Harry ,”
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Harry has a bad attack backstage.
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16 Aug 2021