Btw, Chapter 7 of Fallen Angel is in the Works.
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Fallen Angel – Chapter 6
Phew, finally finished the chapter! Enjoy 🙂
Excerpt:
His ward turned, setting the bag down on their small table and hopped up onto the small kitchen counter. Bucky noticed that he didn’t kick his legs like he normally would and his posture was stiff. He knew he was going to have to address Steve’s increased self-consciousness sooner rather than later but before he could think of anything soothing to say, Steve looked over and warned, “Watch your feathers near the radiator, you know that thing has a mind of its own.”
The angel snapped his wings tight against his back. They were thankfully no longer molting, thanks to the gentle care both he and his ward had put into the feathers new and old. It was probably the fastest molt he’d gone through in his entire life, including the time when he’d gotten struck by a warlock’s lightning powers. The memory made him shiver and he grinned up at Steve, “Please never electrocute me.”
Steve cocked his head, eyes intent on Bucky’s. “You’re going to have to tell me that story.”
I have several scenes/snippets of scene from Fallen Angel written, and who so I decide to torture with them?
Sorry loveddearle, but you can probably hear my cackling from over here.
Does anyone else want to see one?
Thank you everyone for reading this fic. I know it’s been a couple of weeks since the last update, but I promise I’m still working on it!
For the Dogs – Chapter 4
Chapter 4 is up!
For the Dogs – Chapter 3
Some texting exchanges between the guys for this chapter.
For the Dogs – Chapter 2
Yep, I expanded it.
James Buchanan Barnes was what his close friends could call a sensible man. Ever since being honorably discharged after the ambush near Kabul, he’d had his life together in a neat little package. He’d been diligent in his physical therapy courses, enough that he was able to compensate for the change in his center of gravity. He’d been back on his rollerblades in a matter of months.
Then his best friend had given him a dog. A ‘certified companion for veterans’, she’d said. Bucky had accepted without hesitation because Bear had been tiny back in the day. A teeny, tiny ball of fluff, trained to help him with his PTSD and night terrors, loving at all times of the day. What could go wrong? Then the little bastard had the audacity to become huge. Two years later, and he was 180 pounds of love who didn’t understand that Bucky’s lap wasn’t that big. Especially when Bear tended to sit on the more delicate parts of his anatomy.
Fallen Angel – Chapter 5
I changed the rating on this fic from mature to explicit, so you’ve been warned.
Excerpt:
If his angel wasn’t by the stove, he would have thrown a pillow at his head. Instead, he grumbled from his spot, snuggling further into the blankets. He registered Bucky’s amused apology and waved it off. “Wise guy. Just ‘cause you can fly, you think you got a right to give me lip.”
“Mhm!” Steve jolted up, not expecting Bucky to be right behind him. “Here, eat.”
The blond took the bowl of chicken soup from the angel, tucking his legs up so Bucky could sit next to him on the couch. He did so with a grin, reaching over and tugging the blanket down to cover his ward’s feet. Steve made a grateful noise as he ate a spoonful of the soup. “Thanks. Mm! Got another question. How come angel wings all look different? You’re all angels, shouldn’t they all look similar, at least?”
Bucky picked up the still-damp cloth that he had been using earlier and went back to carefully getting the coating off of some new feathers. Every few seconds he would wince and move to a different feather before finally snarling and putting the cloth down. “We do look similar. All angels have golden wings.” He stretched the outermost part of his wing, inspecting his primaries. “There are a lot of different looking humans, right? You all look similar, but you’ve got different features. Same with our feather patterns. Rebecca got Father’s pattern, I got something between his and Mother’s. It’s just how it is.”
The Archery Range 