#WinterBaron fic snippets

[illicien]

Very interested in 4, 7, and 9 for the WIP game

WIP Game

Under the cut cuz snippets snippets snippets

4. The Devil Is A Gentleman

(I think I've posted a little about this and even snippets before, but I am hoping to get to working on this one soon. HYDRA!Cap x Winter Soldier x EKO Zemo!)

He positioned himself well, making certain that neither one of them was at his back, brown eyes focused on him, sharp and wary at first before his posture started to ease. Expected, given what most men saw when they noticed him.

“Gosh, I suppose I should thank you for doing all the work for me,” Steve smiled. “Normally I’d deal with it myself but I’m not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.”

It was interesting to see the man’s continued wariness. Most people saw the shield and suit and simply stood down, language barriers be damned, but it seemed like the man’s initial ease had been incredibly short-lived. Brown eyes flicked away from him to look at the Soldier again, and Steve sighed a bit. Well, he supposed the problem was just treating the stranger like a civilian, rather than acknowledging the fact that his squad had not only located this base but eliminated everyone within except for the Soldier.

“Recognize him, do you?”

“... I wondered where his handler might have been.” The man spoke finally, his thick accent harder to place than Steve would’ve expected. “I did not expect you.”

7. All The Ways I Died

(I started writing this a little while ago because of some conversations about WinterBaron and Hanahaki - and that's precisely what this is.)

It was several petals later that the bitterness crept in. As though it hadn't been enough that the last time he'd loved someone it had led him to devastating ruin and agony, yet he'd lived through it. Now, as he was finally beginning to think that maybe he didn't want to die - that maybe he could accomplish something meaningful again - love had decided that wasn't allowed.

He didn't know his flowers well; he'd been a happy married man for most of his adult life, hanahaki disease seemed like something impossible to him, something that happened to other people, and then like something that couldn't happen to him for how badly destroyed his heart had been. He had no way of guessing what the flowers that had begun to grow in his lungs were, but he knew who they bloomed for and it was especially agonizing to be aware of it.

9. Seeing Double

(I think this was among my first fics I started writing for WinterBaron. It had struck me as odd that in the handful of fics I'd read where there was miraculously a second Bucky, at no point did anyone think to talk to the 'wizard', and since I wrote Stephen for years before WinterBaron I thought: well, I'll do it myself!)

"... shit. So, what are we supposed to do with him?"

"Keep him, naturally."

"Nah, I don't think you need your hands on another Winter Soldier."

"And you have a better idea, do you, Sam?"

"Yeah, we take him to the wizard."

"He's not a wizard--"

"What wizard?"

💜

[gyokujyn]

WIP Game ♡

rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence / excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Tagged by @amaraangelicus

My word was COMFY and, ironically, none of these snippets are terribly comfortable.

Under this cut, you are going to find slurs, gore, violence, sexualised violence, implied sexual assault, antisemitism (there are Nazis), and implied torture. I write difficult, dark subject matter, particularly exploring self-hatred and grief. Please take care of yourself and proceed with caution.

C - As-yet unnamed Bucky-centric Wakanda recovery fic

“Cause I didn't expect to be able to dream,” he said finally.

“In the stasis tube?” Shuri clarified and he nodded, shrugged, shrank in on himself.

“With HYDRA, I felt like I was dreaming all the time.  Like a waking nightmare.  I couldn't string my memories together in a coherent line.  People or places would come to me, but I couldn't remember why they were important or how they were connected.  The only thing that mattered was right now, the only thing I could keep a grip on was what was right in front of me.  Then, they'd shove me back in the ice and there was nothing.  I would close my eyes and when I opened them, the nightmare was back, like no time had passed at all, and they'd burn out whatever I could put together and start over.  But, I never really…. I don't really remember sleeping under HYDRA.  Just mission after mission, and in-between them, cryo like the blink of an eye.  I think they knew that sleep healed me because there were times I was kept out so long, my body'd start shutting down.  The drugs wouldn't keep me up forever; even super soldiers breakdown at some point.  And, when I slept, I remembered.  So, instead they would shove me into cryo as soon as they could and shut me down like flipping a light switch.”

“Their cryogenic process was barbaric, just freezing you like meat.  Our stasis tubes put your cells in a state of regenerative hibernation, but, even so, the only times I have heard of patients dreaming is those who have taken of the heart shaped herb." She hopped down off the bed and paced for a moment, the way he'd learned meant she was working out a problem. She tipped her head side to side, eyes on the ceiling, then looked back to him, "Perhaps, some part of your enhancement is close enough to my brother's that you also visited your ancestors."  A sudden seriousness, so unlike the princess, overtook her and she narrowed her eyes at him. "What was it like?”

He thought back to twilight in Brooklyn, feet dangling from a fire escape, a face in every window of the alley, and more stars overhead than he'd ever seen before coming to Wakanda.  The scent of his mother's perfume is already fading in his sense memory when he replies, “It felt real.”

O - As-yet unnamed Bucky!Cap WinterBaron fic set in WW2

On the air is the thick smell of smoke.  Bucky’s in the dancehall in Brooklyn with the ugly, fake Roman arches around the stage, but he’s in the back by the bar.  And he’s draped over a barstool next to Sandra Singer with her honey brown eyes and fingernails purple like a bruise.  She’s smoking the Marlboros he started buying to pick up dames and he’s digging his fingers to the knuckle into her curled hair while he licks the taste out of her mouth.  They’re hot and heavy in the alley by the butcher’s and the smoker must be working overtime because it’s cloying and her laughter sounds like shouting as he buries himself in the nape of her neck, hot and suffocating as she presses him against the brick.  He licks a line along her throat and coughs out dirt and ash as he pushes himself up out of the wreckage.

On the air is the thick smell of smoke.  Bucky’s in the rubble of the factory in Kreichsberg and he’s buried under crumbled concrete at the edge of the building when he comes to.  He’s propped up on his arms, both dirt stained and black with soot.  His mouth tastes like the inside of an ashtray, every shallow breath like embers, but he can’t worry about the taste right now because he can barely breathe. He’s gasping like a fish on the rocks at Coney Island in the summer, but there’s something in his throat and gasping gives way to wretching and suddenly he’s coughing up the rest of the ashes out of his lungs, along with what appears to be most of the lining of his throat and lungs.  He can still hear the shouting nearby, but it’s not close enough to worry about, yet, not when he finds himself staring at parts of him he’s sure should remain inside and it’s another long moment before he can wipe his mouth with the back of his hand and gather himself enough to stand.  Dragging his feet up towards his chest, he pushes himself up miserably, skin feeling sharp and bright beneath the layer of grime he’d accumulated.  The first landmark he spots is at the top of the last wall standing.  It’s that useless door he’d been inching his way towards when everything went to hell and he realized at that moment that he’s a good 200-feet from where he had expected to die on the opposite end of the factory.  That backdraft was a bitch.

M - As-yet unnamed Bucky/Peggy fic where they hatefuck in their grief over losing Steve at Kreichsberg THIS BIT IS EXPLICITLY LEADING UP TO A RAPE SCENE AND SHOULD BE READ WITH CAUTION

Mangled clicking sounds cut through the quiet of the room as she struggles to choke out his name.  She’s shredding the skin of his hand with her nails, tears falling down her cheeks and stinging in the wounds, but he just shakes her a bit by the throat, like a wolf worrying its prey.

As suddenly as it had begun, the fight leaves him and his grip on her loosens.  She gasps, gulping in air desperately, coughing and gagging as he falls to his knees at her feet.  He's shaking, hands and arms wrapped around her calves.  She stares down at him in horror, panting, scared to move and trigger another attack.

“Did you fuck him in the end?”

She blinks slowly, her voice wrecked when she finally croaks, “what?”

Bucky looks up at her, eyes red-rimmed and glassy, “You heard me.  Did you fuck him?” He repeats, moving his hands up her legs, wrapping the hem of her skirt in his fist and pushing it up her thigh, “Will I taste him on you?”

F - As-yet unnamed Stucky/Steggy law enforcement AU with felon!Bucky, LEO!Steve, DA!Peggy

For a moment, Bucky was taken off guard, his shock written clearly across his features in the face of Steve’s aggression and it should have settled something in Steve, but it only stoked it.  Bucky let his face melt into a smirk, his voice pitched low, just for Steve.  “Blue is my color.”

“Yeah,” Steve growled, hissing right in Bucky’s face, teeth bared.  “Really brings out the convicted felon in your eyes.”

But, Bucky saw the opportunity for what it was and he wasn’t letting it go.  He leaned forward into Steve’s space, running his hands up Steve’s thighs slowly, “Oh, Steve, c’mon, do you even try not to think of me when you’re fucking her?  Or, do you put her on her belly with her ass up and shove her face into the pillow, huh?  So you don’t have to look at her or hear that whiny fucking voice when you’re–”  Steve’s knuckles connect with a dull thud, barely audible over the clattering of Bucky’s chair toppling over.  The first time shuts him up, the second puts him on the floor along with a spray of fresh blood from his broken nose.  Steve’s snarling and panting, raised fist poised to go again, but he contains it.  He breathes through it.

Y - As-yet unnamed (is this sounding familiar yet?) Bucky-centric fic, this scene is during his first capture by Hydra, when he is first selected for Zola's program.

“You are a Jew?” the interrogator asks him.  It’s a simple question and Bucky doesn’t want to respond.  His jaw trembles open and shut as the fresh tears track down his muddied cheeks.

“Barnes,” he starts, finally, “James Buchanan.  Sergeant–” and the soldier in front of him just nods slowly.

“You are a Jew.”  It’s no longer a question and the soldier begins barking orders to the guards who have stopped stringing him up.

“Wait,” Bucky jumps in as they unbind his hands, but it’s all happening so quickly, now.  They drop him unceremoniously on the floor.  His pants are still around his thighs and he fumbles to pull them back up, his stomach lurching, “No, wait, look at my tags.”  They’re not even listening to him, and he knows this, but he can’t stop the words bubbling out of him as his numb fingers clumsily wrestle with the buttons of his trousers, “My tags say I’m Catholic!”  The guards ignore him, hauling him up by his armpits and dragging him towards the door.  His voice rises frantically as he pulls back against them, pulling out his dog tags as evidence, “Look at my tags!  Look!”

The interrogator is calm as he grabs him by the face, his long fingers digging into Bucky’s jaw as his hand covers his mouth like a mask, “I understand, Sergeant.  Barnes, James Buchanan.  You are not only a Jew, but also a coward,” his gut wrenches again with the truth of it.  At least he’d stopped crying. “Nevertheless, you may prove useful to us, yet.”

no pressure tags: @katie-delaney and @blackwood4stucky

Katie, your word is LUSTY

Aspen, your word is TWIST

If anybody else wants to join in, try the word STORY

[deepdwellingsteamboat]

THE WIP GAME Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Why did you do this to me, @six-demon-bag?

Okay, here are my 34 WIPs that no one will ever read because I write two and a half sentences a year. BEHOLD!

P.S. Most of my stuff is inspired by songs, and I put song titles in parentheses to make it easier to remember which fic is about what.

(Altered Carbon Winterbaron)

(Control Winterbaron)

(Prey Cloverbaron)

(Timetravel Balerdibaron)

A Good Trainwreck (Written In Blood)

A Man Who Won't Stay Dead (Stay Dead)

Bare Your Teeth (Teeth)

Beyond The Dam (Moby Duck)

Boil In My Veins (In Flames)

Breakout (Pressure)

Cold To The Touch (So Human of You)

Confession (Have Faith)

Emotional Necromancy (Brain Damage)

End Of All Evil (Way of the Strong)

Haze (Just One Dance)

Hearts Of Impeccable Taste (Want to Be Hunted)

Her Patron Saint Is Death (Scarlet Vow)

Hourglass (The Path Home)

Idols (No More Heroes)

Last Ride On The Loop (Realization)

Like A Fever Taking Hold (Fever)

Mantras Of Greater Purpose (Sainthood and Sanctuary)

Misery (You Make Me Feel Like It's Halloween)

Once More Enslaved (False Kings)

One Drop's Enough (Anthem to the Edge of the Earth)

Pandemonium (Modern Mythology)

Paralyzed With You (Paralyzed)

Plague's Possession (Outside)

Roulette In My Head (Bad Luck)

So Much Colder (Apocalypse State of Mind)

Someone Else's Lies (Rachael)

These Special Words (Black Magic)

Tyvian Red (Dishonored Laszky)

When I Close My Eyes (Nightmares)

Yes, demon, balerdibaron and cloverbaron are your fault.

Some of them are literally only one or two sentences long, so you might get unlucky, and I won't be able to tell much about them. If that happens, just ask about something else. Unless you are unlucky again... I know, I'm terrible.

I'm not tagging anyone, no one should be subjected to this torment. The cycle of WIP game violence ends with me.

[ex0rin]

WIP Game

tagged by @winterbonesthings and haaaaaaa okay 😰

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I am absolutely not tagging as many people as I have WIPs... and I'm only including HTP and TFATWS because that's what I'm most interested in writing rn (otherwise I have about NINE additional folders?)

Tagging: @sparklingbinjuice @unlikelymilliner @the-ravening @sequencefairy @crushcandles and whoever else!

Under a cut for... length:

HTP:

Won't Leave pt2 Brock 'n Roll Five Senses Something (something) Untitled Winterbones gun preCATWS Winterbones + Cole Place in the Dark Gunsmut tagteam Croquembouche pt2 Dogshow Drunk Winterbones Dusty boots Handfeeding Hi. This is smut. Kink Ask Meme Kink Meme 2023 Merry Whump of May Sex Worker Bucky Reverse Winterbones Rumlow - body worship Rumlow being reared for the soldier ShieldBones Sparring winterbones STRIKE TEAM The Hand That Feeds Untitled2 Virgin soldier WalkerBones Whumpcember 2022 Winterbones - more boots Winterbones + Cole rd2 Winterbones alpha-beta-omega Winterbones electrocution Winterbones blowjob lessons WinterWalker shield fight Young!WalkerBones Young!Rumlow/Soldier

TFATWS

420 fic Bootkink pt2 Winterbaron snippets Have You Any pt4 Heinrich, WinterBaron HTP: WinterWalker Nagel/Zemo Olivia/Lemar/Walker Sad Walkerbation SamBucky??? Selby Scene - Sam POV Sugarbaby Torres TorresBarnes Untitled3 Walker/FlagSmasher Walkerbation WalkerPuppy Winterbaron MDMA WinterBaron riding crop WinterBaron sparring WinterBaron vibeplug WinterBaronVenom WinterBaronVenom2 WinterBaronWalker: it's Bucky's turn winterwalker fight Zemo Gets Wrecked Zemo Masturbation Zemo/Raft Guards pt2

[cottagecorezemo]

THE WIP GAME

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thank you for tagging me, @hiddenxplaces-blog!! I don't know anyone to tag tbh! But if you want to do this, consider yourself tagged.

Okay, I mostly have blunt and boring filenames! They're rarely the actual titles, as I have trouble titling fics and save that task for last.

winterbaron

uniforms

muzzle

thanksbratting

sttb 3

nothing tasteful allowed

alexander pierce's pokedex

more zemo and stitch

laszky

laszlo is a tidy man

backburnered wips

smol zemo (answered about this one here)

partner (answered about this one here)

sullen (answered about this one here)

the mission is going well

[the-ravening]

Tiny Zemo/Spider!!! I must know about this fic, please!!!

So at one point a couple of years ago, the Skittering happened, which was an impromptu mini-event where several people on the Winterbaron discord lost their minds simultaneously wrote fics where either Zemo or Bucky was a drider (spider-person). Around the same time, my lovely friend @unlikelymilliner wrote this wonderful microphilia fic (A small issue) where Zemo accidentally gets shrunken to 7” tall. So my brain, in all its wisdom, decided to mash those two ideas up into a fic where tiny Zemo gets captured and nonconned by a regular large spider.

I didn't have much written, the doc is mostly research on spiders, so here's a snippet but unfortunately there's no sexy giant spider yet.

Zemo blinks his eyes open and finds himself sprawled face-down, rocking on the rise and fall of a black fabric sea. The events of the past day slowly return to him in a trickle as he shakes the fog of sleep from his mind, replaying the scene of the explosion in Nagel’s lab—how he’d woken up not seven inches tall, the world grown to unimaginable proportions around him, and how James had been there with him each step of the way to help with his… every need. He glances up at the bottom of James’s chin, looming over him like a prickly boulder from where he’s lying comfortably on the man’s chest, casting a shadow over him from the hazy morning light filtering in through the window. Everything’s a brand new marvel to him at this size, would certainly take quite a bit more time to get used to, and he’s hoping he won’t have to remain in this state long enough for that to happen. But while he’s stuck like this temporarily—and it had better be temporary—he might as well enjoy what little advantages it affords him. He languidly stretches out his limbs, savouring the delicious ache in his muscles, and smiles to himself, remembering the previous night—the gentle way that James had stroked him off with a large, spit-wet finger; how strange and glorious it had felt to have the firm head of James’s giant cock rubbing heavy and slick against the entire length of his body. He rolls himself onto his back and lazily palms at his slowly fattening cock to the memory. One may have accused Zemo of being a size queen before, but he doubts anyone could have imagined just how far the wonders and abominations of science could take it.

[mx-zemo]

WIP Game

Thank you for tagging me @breadtheft1796 ! 🤍

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

WIPs

[That I will definitely do]

Stone by Stone We're Breaking It Down

The Angel on the Roof

Soulmate AU (Tattoos & Thoughts) x PurplexKitty14

Tyler, August and the Winterbaron Wedding x Purplexkitty14

Moving in together and putting the table to good use

Sam having one Zemo-induced crisis after the other

[That I might do one day]

CW Zemo meeting TFATWS Bucky

Young Zemo Character Study

Soulmate AU (Touch)

And a few other ideas that are definitely not far along enough to answer questions about it 🙈

@cottagecorezemo feel free to join this little WIP game, I'd love to hear about your fics!

[winterbonesthings]

tell me about the wip

Hi, I'm working on it right now as I get this ask, I took a break to get on Tumblr because I'm stuck on some dialogue.

The fic is a WinterBaron/WinterBones exploration of nightmares that Bucky is having that Bucky is convinced has a supernatural cause.

At the moment I'm trying to convey gaslighting from the perspective of someone being gaslighted without making it too abrupt or confusing. I'm not particularly manipulative, nor adept at identifying manipulation, so it's an interesting challenge to tackle. I currently have a 3k outline and 650 words of actual writing! Editing will streamline that, or at least it usually does, cutting my word count by half most times.

I have a feeling that won't happen this time though, because of how difficult the manipulation will be to get right, and also I don't even have the smut in it yet, and I don't know if it will have smut, because of the way things are going so far. I am very much a pantser, the only outline I have is what dialogue I want and usually, it changes by the time I get to it.

Here's a snippet from close to the beginning!

Maybe Zemo didn’t say that he loved Bucky, but this sort of single-minded focus was what Bucky imagined that Zemo’d applied to these files when searching for him the first time when he was avenging his wife.

It felt good to be loved.  No, not loved. He shouldn’t make assumptions, presume he understood Zemo. Until Zemo said as much, if he ever did, it was dangerous to assume he felt the same. It was at least stupid. Bucky was a means to an end when this had started - when they’d become roommates, and for now, staying with Bucky remained a part of his pardon. Zemo and Bucky would likely both wind up on the Raft if Bucky’s current condition were known.

Thank you so much for the ask!!

[sholiofic]

Curious about what you're working on at the moment? (any chance of a snippet o.o) xx

Sorry it took me a while to answer this one! Although I think when I originally got this ask (in early December) the answer was basically "a bunch of exchange fics I can't talk about."

My main WIPs right now are a couple of fics that started out as prompt fills but have, uh, grown. There's one which is combining a couple of different prompts about Zemo running a high fever/collapsing in the field (this one is a bit stalled out because, like a feverish Zemo, it keeps trying to wander off in different directions) and another one which was spawned out of a discussion on the Winterbaron discord about Zemo being given a drug that'll kill him if he falls asleep so they have to keep him awake for days, until it clears out of his system. Actually, I was working on that one last night, so here, have a little of it!

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On night #2, Zemo decided to go on a safehouse-wide cleaning and reorganizing spree.

"This is really fucking annoying," Bucky groaned, lying on the couch with his arm over his eyes. Zemo was vacuuming upstairs.

"It's keeping him awake."

"He reorganized my ammo, Sam. He sorted it by manufacturer. Who does that?"

"Someone who's trying to avoid a lethal case of sleep," Sam said, which made Bucky grumble and roll over to change the channel.

This whole "sleeping in shifts" thing didn't seem to be working out so well. And it was impossible to go to bed anyway with Zemo vacuuming every bedroom and stuffing loads of sheets in the washing machine.

Zemo finally calmed down a little around 4 a.m. and threw himself down on the couch opposite Sam. Bucky had actually fallen asleep, and Sam had pulled a blanket over him. The combination of WWII plus seventy years of Winter Soldier-ing had probably given him the ability to fall asleep under almost any conditions. Sam had thought his years in the service had given him that, but apparently not.

"We're out of Febreeze and laundry detergent," Zemo said. "I left a list. You haven't obtained my items from this morning, either."

"Sorry if this safehouse isn't up to your exacting standards," Sam said, irritated. Five solid hours of vacuuming noises and slamming cabinets was getting to him. "I'll get your Gruyère in the morning."

"It's your own fault if you're forced to eat a dry omelet."

[fangirlingicizing]

I started writing a winterbaron fic and it was so fluffy I had to stop and restart. I need angst, I can only write angst. What is this light-toned nonsense (that I may return to later...)??

Anyway enjoy the snippet??

The first delivery after the Raft’s prison break is not much of a surprise. After a month spent tracking down various escapees, Bucky returns home to find in his mail amongst the bills and junk mail a small cardboard box. Inside, individually wrapped pieces of Turkish delight. Leave it to that arrogant prick to gloat while on the run. If only Zemo knew that they hadn’t made much of an effort to catch him, that he’s considered a low priority. Might knock him down a peg or two. Irritated, Bucky tosses the candy in the trash, but then guilt forces him to fish it out. No sense wasting food. He sets it on the corner of his kitchen counter, determined to give it to his shrink. She’ll probably like it which, somehow, irritates him more.

After a day or two he considers it might be poisoned. Perhaps Zemo reconsidered his promise to not kill him. It would be just Bucky’s luck to accidentally off his shrink with poisoned candy. He carefully unwraps one, the powdered sugar getting into the joints of his vibranium fingers where it will no doubt be hard to clean off. Of course. It smells and looks fine, for what that’s worth.

It’s even more annoying that the candy is not poisoned but in fact rather good. It’s citrusy and sweet and satisfyingly sticky. As he chews, he remembers Zemo mentioning it was his son’s favorite candy.

The next time he visits his shrink, Bucky only takes half and refuses to think about it. The appointment is disappointing and depressing, as unproductive as ever; when he gets home he rewards himself with a piece.

The next delivery is about two and a half months later. Bucky studies the handwriting on the label of the box. It’s surprisingly a very delicate but blocky print, not the swirling cursive script he expects from a man who wears fur and has a private jet. Inside, a bottle of whiskey. Bucky googles the brand and is startled by the price. He considers giving it to Sam but instead it ends up in one of Bucky’s numerous barren cupboards, next to the few remaining pieces of Turkish delight. As he goes to toss the box, he notices the paper at the bottom. It’s a heavy stock and soft to the touch. Inside, the note is simple and in that same blocky print. It simply says:

James,

Forgive the delay.

Regards,

Z.

Bucky grips the box with his vibranium arm a tad too hard and crushes it. The arrogance. The insufferable cockiness. It takes an effort to stop grinding his teeth.

[anadorablack]

WIPs Names Tag

Tagged by the wonderful @belyyv0lk whose WinterBaron stories are out of this world... <3

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

My current WIPS, spanning too many fandoms:

Summer's not that bad after all...

Fixing what shouldn't be fixed

The Prisoner

Mission: Impossible: Collateral Damage

And the Award goes to...

Rise of the Jedi

Saving Spock

Unwanted Future

The Angel and the Bookworm

We have a witch in the family

The Teacher who Loved Me

The Sword in the Stone

Two worlds collide

The Last Moon

Shields and Swords

Politics and the Life

It's Willow, not Will!

Finders Keepers

Always second choice

Fathers by necessity

(Plus a stupidly high amount of translations and revising I intend to do on my oldest fics before reposting them... XD )

Tagging without pressure @fuddlewuddle @gaybybirth @jakeseresins and @callsignrooroo! :D

Don't forget to send an ask if you want to know more about one/several of those titles! Sharing is caring! :D

[sagegarnish]

I've been cleaning up older winterbaron WIPs and drabbles!!!! COME ONE COME ALL! 

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Say The Words by SageGarnish Summary :Bucky follows Zemo to the memorial, but this time he comes alone. And his intention is to force Zemo to finish what he started when he started to speak the activation words in the Berlin prison. Does Bucky really want to know if he's truly healed? Or is he after something else?

( AO3 )

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Winterbaron Bits by SageGarnish

Summary: Just various snippets & drabbles of Winterbaron imagines I come up with but that don't have a full fic to go along with them.

( AO3 )

[ruquas]

Not dead, just signed up for the MTH!

Hey guys! Sadly, there’s been a glitch in Tumblr, so some might not know it yet, but the MTH is back! Yes, you read right, @marveltrumpshate is back for another round and Sign Ups are still open! You have until the 25th September to sign up as a creator and be part of the most craziest thing ever :D I am also again taking part in the MTH - this year with a better divided auction. I offer 3 auction; - Common Pair; Hit me with your Stucky, your Stony, your Phlint and whatever big pairing you have!  - Rare Ship; Into WinterBaron? SilverHawk? Hulkeye? ThunderShield? Any other small pairing you never get enough content for? You know me, I am a multi-shipper and I am highly likely to offer your pairing! - You have several scenes in your head, not a whole story, but a lot of snippets of everyday life? Maybe even with several different pairings? That’s your chance! I am offering a Series with One Shots that don’t need to be connected nor have to be the same pairing (and if you’re really into Steve @abrighterdarkness offers something similar!) There will be so much again - art, crafts, fic, podfic, scarfs, candles, knittings, buttons, plushies....  Here’s the link! Have fun with the craziness! Marvel Trumps Hate 2021

[ex0rin]

WIP Challenge Ask Game

Tagged by @unlikelymilliner Eve my love, you know not what you ask

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Breaking them up by Unfinished Folders:

And putting them under a readmore because it's excessive. Tagging someone from each fandom (where I can): @pohjanneito @sequencefairy @ponderosa121 @sparklingbinjuice @blacktofade @mikazure and literally anyone else - I have 69 (NICE) works in progress rn and I just can't tag that many people.

HTP: A Place In The Dark Where the Animals Go Croquembouche PT2 Dogshow Drunk Rumlow/Soldier HTP Prompts HTP Kink Askmeme Reverse Winterbones Rumlow - Body Worship Rumlow being reared for The Soldier Sex worker WinterBones ShieldBones STRIKE Team The Hand That Feeds WalkerBones Wet wet wet in the soldier’s mouth WinterBones AOB WinterBones blowjob lesson Young!WalkerBones Young!RumlowSoldier

Loki: Dark!Mobius post-canon, crying

Moon Knight (HTP’d): Marc/Rumlow Rumlow/Steven

Prodigal Son:  Letters to the NYPD aka Colette/Dani Malcolm Self (Martin) PROMPT FILL: Dani/Malcolm PROMPT FILL: Malcolm/Martin Vivian/Jessica?

TFATWS: 420 Fic Bootkink PT2 Bunch of WinterBaron snippets Have You Any PT4 Heinrich, WinterBaron: Set Before the King HTP: WinterWalker Nagel/Zemo Oliva/Lemar/Walker Sad WalkerBaron SamBucky??? Selby Scene - Sam’s POV Sugarbaby Torres TorresBarnes Walker/Flag Smasher Walkerbation WalkerPuppy WinterBaron MDMA WinterBaron Riding Crop (expanded) WinterBaron Sparring WinterBaron vibeplug WinterBaronVenom WinterBaronBucky: it’s Bucky’s turn Zemo gets wrecked (tagteam) Zemo masturbation Zemo/Raft Guards round2

Top Gun: After Mav proves it Roosmav locker room fight Hangster with some roosmav side Roosmav drunk call

Watcher Entertainment: His lips could wear me out (limadej) Shane/Ryan/Steven reassurance Sharalim Shyanelle The Top/Bottom Discussion You can’t just leave me (Shyan)

And here's a link to my askbox - send at will!

[the-ravening]

WIP Game

Thanks for the tag @ex0rin and @winterbonesthings ❤️

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I don’t think I even have that many new WIPs since the last time I did this a year ago, I’ve been working on the same main fic for like 9 months now 😅

Also, my apologies for the extremely uncreative file names. Fic titles are what I come up with 15 minutes before posting, with tears in my eyes, desperately going through song lyrics to pick one.

Home To Me (WB Secret Santa Fic)

DBFDBF!Steve/teen Zemo

PCPP

NOT slick stick

De-Aged Zemo

Michelle’s Bday Fic

Teen Zemo/Adult Zemo Sex Pollen

Zemo/Torres, Secret Sugar Daddy

Vampire AU Sequel Notes

Gift-Wrapped Chapter 2

Winterbaron Tittyfuck

Heinrich/Helmut Shaving

Heinrich/Helmut Fencing Lesson

Training Wheels and Honey Trap

Tiny Zemo/Spider

Zemo/Bucky Fic

No pressure tagging: @zsparz, @breadtheft1796, @shadowslament, @six-demon-bag, @violenciorp, @tales-from-a-maphia-don, @thepiper0fhameln, @goretier

[the-ravening]

For the WIP Game! Soooo, Rav, 16 WIPs, hmmmm? That's a lot more than this hamster was led to believe 👀👀👀 Please tell me more about 8 and 14. (I assume 8 might be the sequel to Eve and Cara's Torres/Zemo fics?)

Listen! The short list I sent you was fics I actually intended to work on in the near future, whereas this longer list includes all the WIPs that are languishing and wasting away in my drive, some of them never to be touched again. I wasn’t lying to you, I was just going by different parameters 😆

#8 was the Zemo/Torres sugar daddy fic that I talked about here.

#16 is Training Wheels & Honey Trap. Okay, so! This was actually the first thing I started seriously writing for this fandom, after an aborted attempt at a ‘Selby made them do it’ thing that I started and immediately gave up on the week that episode aired (that’s the doc named ‘Zemo/Bucky Fic’ on my list, from probably before the name ‘Winterbaron’ even entered my lexicon).

‘Training Wheels & Honey Trap’ AKA my necro fic, featuring Zemo/OMC (original male corpse), is a story that takes place in Cara’s Heinrich/Helmut universe that she started with her fic And One For the Little Boy, where young Zemo goes on his first mission for HYDRA to honey trap a mark and get him in place for assassination.

I have just shy of 2k written of just the necro scene, but none of the setup that comes before it, and at the time I didn’t feel confident enough in my writing to do it. Revisiting it now, I think I could definitely finish this fic sometime and I very much would like to. So maybe I’ll add it to that short list eventually 😉

Gory, smutty necro snippet under the cut.

Zemo startles as the shot hits the target directly on the back of the head, sending a shockwave through his body, his world suddenly awash in a thick pink mist as bits of bone and arterial spray explode above him in a horrific display of fireworks. He tenses up around the man’s cock buried inside him, milking out a final hot spurt of come, and a small whimper of pleasure escapes him as the pressure lights up his nerve endings. He squeezes his eyes shut against the wet assault from above, but there’s already blood and liquified brain splatter all over his face, in his mouth, coating his tongue, blanketing his bare chest. He takes a stunned moment to gasp for breath, gagging on the metallic viscousness on the back of his tongue, when he feels the man’s dead weight slumping towards him. The movement shoves his thighs further back, shifts the angle of the man’s still-throbbing cock where it’s nestled inside him and Zemo groans, his own cock jumping at the sensation, dribbling precome onto the already red-slick mess of his belly. Blinking heavy wet lashes open to peer at the grotesque scene before him, Zemo reaches out with shaky hands to grasp the man’s shoulders and hold him back. There’s a gory cavern where the upper half of the man’s head used to be, a large gape in his skull, yawning with a swirl of arterial blood still pattering down on him. Zemo is no stranger to bloodshed, but has never witnessed anything quite like this. He’s riveted as much as repulsed, mesmerized even as he struggles to tear his eyes away from the carnage that moments ago was a face. Where there had been greedy eyes leering down at him, now only a thick swell of blood crashing against a jagged breakwater of bone and pulped flesh. The man’s jaw remains, mouth partly open on the ‘O’ of his unfinished orgasm. Zemo’s heart beats wildly, adrenaline pumping through his veins, disgust and arousal warring viciously in his lower belly. The gauzy veil of blood that settles over him nearly overwhelms his senses, but the dead man’s cock in him is still hot and hard. The fear-arousal is almost too familiar, so often have sex and violence been meted out to him as a mated pair that they’re deeply interlinked and hopelessly entangled in his mind. Even as he recoils from the grisly sight, he feels his cock fattening against the soft curve of his belly. He can't even recall if he’s ever experienced sexual pleasure without the involvement of fear. Shifting his hips against the man’s body cautiously, experimentally, he finds that he can rub that exquisite spot deep inside him if he moves just right.