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[burberrycanary]

End of Year Stucky Recs [4/15]

Stucky as a fandom is lucky to have a lot of classics. But I want to give some love to authors continuing to write fantastic stories in the last year!

Title: it‘s you, just you

Author: OhArtemis​

Summary:

Medical experimentation. Change of designation. Omegafication.

Unheard of. Forced. Irreversible.

Steve’s heart breaks with every new sentence hurled out into the open.

OR

HYDRA has turned Bucky into an Omega in Azzano. Steve’s there to help him adjust to his new life, his new status, his new body.

It’s not easy.

(A story told in snapshots.)

—

I only enjoy ABO fics that leave you wanting to burn society to the ground and this is a great bleak alternate take on Bucky being crushed by larger forces. Steve tries to have his view of Bucky remain unchanged—to be a good person, the better person—and almost succeeds. But ultimately Steve can’t transcend how an unjust society shapes his ideas. 

Art: Georgia O’Keefe, Black Iris

[smolderingflame]

What is your favourite stucky fic and why?

That's a great question, I love a lot of stucky fics but I would have to say one of my favorites is 'At the Dinner Table' by Movie_Popcorn. It's a fun Omegaverse fic that is very much in character and has a lot of comedy

I also really enjoyed 'it's you, just you' by OhArtemis. Another fun Omegaverse fic that deals with Bucky's secondary designation being changed, also takes place in the 40s if neither Steve or Bucky was frozen. 'Orphan Darling' by pandafish is a great dramatic omegaverse fic that really drew me in from start to finish. And, if you're looking for some fun smut. 'Just Wait Till My Husband Gets Home!" by roe87 is a fun smutty fic of steve and bucky roleplaying.

[prcmethevs]

CLOSED STARTER || artemis rhea ( @ohartemis ​ ) LOCATION: symposia sky house TIMESTAMP: heteraidia festival – fifth day ; nighttime

Personally speaking, Prometheus had found going to Symposia’s for the sake of networking to be dubious. After all, underneath the friendly guise was still an effort strengthen your grip of power and advance you forward. For Prometheus, it was work all the same, and they were never really the biggest fan of mixing fun with work.

( Not that Symposia was their ideal definition of fun in any capacity. Prometheus didn’t normally find music on ear shattering level, and neither was getting into the hot tub with people who were so drunk that even Prometheus could feel the hangover that was waiting when the sun rise. But, well, that was an entirely different story. )

Artemis, however, disagreed, and she proceeded to spend a good amount of time trying to convince them to go until Prometheus finally relented. That was a decision that they started to regret as they watch the yet another round of drinks arriving at the table they were currently occupying, when Prometheus themself was still tending their previous one. “I think we have enough for the night, don’t you think?” Prometheus asked as they try to grab the drink before Artemis could reach for it. “At this rate you’re going to wake up with a killer migraine.”

[the1918]

Read anything good lately? I’m looking for good Stucky to read… I mean other than rereading your fabulous Stucky stuff for the millionth time. The bar is high!!

Here's what I've been reading lately:

WIPs:

Virgin River by Willbakefordean (@willbakewithstucky) - idk, maybe you've heard of this one, it's kind of a the queen of all mpreg fics for me...

still there by OhArtemis - hurt/comfort, 1940s a/b/o with medical experimentation, very soft and sad

Omega Services: Rut Assistant by roe87 (@jro616) - sex worker omega Bucky and silent, mysterious Steve, very interesting plot

I'm Wanted (Dead or Alive) by Becassine (@becassine) - if you know me then you know i hardly ever read shrinkyclinks, but this cowboy AU really got me good. fully written, still posting

Maybe we'll get it all (If we choose one night) by sourwolphs (@sourwolphs) - really addictive story about an omega bucky who is a rut/sex worker for alphas, falls in love with client Steve, just truly great a/b/o content. fully written, posts on thursdays

Dream Daddy by JBankai89 (@jbankai89) - a young Bucky becomes a contract sugar baby for rich Steve Rogers, who turns out to be a really great guy, and some fantastic plot comes through

The Very Thought Of You by Nospheratt (@nospheratt) - possibly the softest recovering Bucky fic I have ever read with so much happy!crying that I have to carve out a specific time in the day to read updates so I can make sure to get the full effect

Complete:

The Wedding Date by TrekChik (@trekchik) - the plot is pretty much what it says on the tin (with a fake relationship trope to keep you warm). but i recommend waiting to read it until you can sit down and really read the 4k words with no distractions because the artful pacing and dialogue is best enjoyed like you're getting to watch the story unfold in front of you. the kind of fic that leaves you smiling for sure.

Deviant Ways by MelanieKS (@itsfeistyred) - Steve is the detective assigned to a serial murder case where Bucky is the only victim who escapes the killer's grasp, and they fall for each other despite the rules and consequences. really scratches my need to read protective!steve stories <3

Express Yourself by Kalee60 (@kalee60) - I'm still making my way through this one, but I don't know what to say other than "report: Kel hits it out of the park again to absolutely no one's surprise"

there is a house built out of stone by inevitablemeow (@theycallmeinevitable) - i'll just copy and paste the comment i left on this one, says it best: "You have a way with words that I am deeply envious of as a writer and deeply enchanted by as a reader. The way you describe building emotion is just so visceral and it sucks you in, drags you along for the ride. It’s so hard to capture that bone deep, ancient feeling of pain and loss that always underlies stucky, but you did it so perfectly."

Captain Bodyguard by darter_blue (@darter-blue) - Engineer Bucky gets assigned hot bodyguard Steve for an evening, a night of adrenaline ensues, Bec is a literary genius as per usual. the by-line should be enough to get you to click.

the catch 22s are all catching up with you by ixalit (@ixalit) - hydra trash party, the most beautiful of painful hurt/comfort pieces. max's writing always has a way of reaching riiiight up into my ribcage.

Hold On To Something (Hold On To Me) by dixons_mama (@dixons-mama) - homeless steve rogers gets caught in a bad winter storm and lonely, isolated bucky takes him in. just a really warm cuddle of a story about two men getting close and finding happiness.

The Fist of HYDRA by HaniTrash (@hanitrash) & ixalit (@ixalit), art by @kocuria - this is a tentacle!winter soldier AU with bottom steve, written by two of my favorite authors and illustrated by one of my favorite artists. enough said.

anyone who’s read any of the above, feel free to reblog and @ the author to let them know you enjoyed it, too!

[athenarhea]

WITH: @ohartemis WHEN: February, 2122 WHERE: Artemis’s apartment

Athena, twenty-seven and having just taken on an official role in Nemean News after years of nonprofit work, couldn’t help but think that Artemis’s latest interview was some sort of personal attack. Why else would she have decided to make a negative comment to the press about Nemean News, now of all times? Artemis didn’t care about monopolies.

Full of righteous indignation at this obvious slight, she stormed from Xenios Estate across the city to Artemis’s flat. The entire elevator ride up, she paced back and forth, planning out exactly what she was going to say. How she was going to insist that Artemis couldn’t make comments that damaged her reputation and their father’s. She had a whole speech. It was great.

But when Artemis opened the door to her place, all she could do was wave the magazine (containing the offending interview in question) and ask, “Artemis! What the hell is this?! Dad’s gonna kill you!”

[hephaestusgalani]

closed to: @ohartemis​​ when: 2118, xenios estate

“Artemis.” He’s clutching her door frame, knuckles white, face pale and clammy, clothes disheveled from ransacking his entire quarters. Fuck fuck fuck. A lump lodges itself in his throat. No one else has been causing so much strife in Olympe, and he’s just a desperate man caught up in a starlet’s rebellion. “Artemis. I know you’ve taken it. I won’t be mad, just give it back. Please.”

[hyacinthpartan]

who: @ohartemis when: mid-end week 2 of summit where: a random bar

Everything was moving too fast, on a time that Hyacinth wasn’t mentally prepared for but had no other choice but to face. While his body was still trying to catch up with his mind, his mind was already working overtime between the press and the people that thought him gone. It was a hard pill to swallow and Hyacinth still couldn’t wrap his mind on the fact that while for him it only has been a few days ago, everyone close to him thought him dead because of his parents, for years. Three years.

For him Pontius didn’t change one bit, it was still the same place that horded the science people, at least they came out of their labs for five minutes to build a decent bar. Hyacinth will deny that he was nervous if asked when he saw Artemis sitting there. Once again, telling himself that while he thought he only saw her a couple of days ago, for her it’s been years. Fuck. Fuck. This whole situation was a fucking mess. 

Hyacinth, instead of delaying the enviable, walked towards the bar and stood next to the Artemis. “How much did you miss me? You better say a lot.” 

[achillespithia]

status: closed for @ohartemis​ ! 👚 location: laundry room, kalavria deck. time: kalavria summit, week 2.

Achilles thinks he’s gotten lucky with regard to the crowds he seems to be avoiding. Granted, it’s late, but the last thing he wants to do is be surrounded by people every hour of the day. This is the final task he has to surmount before he allows himself to sleep, and arguably the worst: laundry. He’s waiting for the load in one of the driers to finish so he can lay them out. There’s an automated ironing machine over in the corner that he should also make use of. He’s considering this when Artemis Rhea herself steps into the room. Achilles restrains a wince, because looking at her just reminds him of the uncomfortable conversation he’d had with Athena a few weeks ago.

To his knowledge they’re not that alike in personality, but if Athena has said anything to Artemis about Patroclus, he’s in for an uncomfortable — Achilles checks the timer — fifteen more minutes. He raises his hand in a polite greeting nonetheless. “Hey, Artemis. You’re up late.” Wrong phrasing. You’re not where I’d ever think to run into you.

[herarhearp]

Who: Artemis ( @ohartemis​​ )

When: February, 2130 - After the Opening Keynote Speech & Introduction to Kalavria

Where: Kalavria, Pontius

Hera avoided the spotlights during Poseidon’s speech. At least for now, she was happy to concentrate in the event preparations without taking an official position. Once her brother-in-law finished the introduction to the summit, Hera walked around the crowd, mingling with guests, avoiding affair-related questions and anxiously looking for some Olympe faces she hadn’t seen in two months. It didn’t take her long to find one.

That was a scene Hera didn’t expect to see: Artemis Rhea, in all her rebel glory, attending Pontius' Kalavria. There were months of complaints about how terrible her uncle’s region is, all intensified by Hera’s semi-permanent move to the cruise. It probably took the presence of the entire Olympe group to convince Artemis to go. “I was just wondering if you would really come all the way here, to your most dreaded place on Gaia. I’m glad you did.”

[deathsknife]

Location: A covered table on Helicon, Kalavria week 1 Status: for @ohartemis​

Swear to Chaos, Than’s sticking to Hypnos’ prescribed alcohol allotment. He is. It’s for this reason he’s very specific with the bartender: two mottled pineapple margaritas, hold the tequila for one. Yes, he’s sure. No, he doesn’t appreciate the look the bartender slants at him. ( He’s not, actually, one hundred percent sure. That would have required asking Temi for her drink order and eating into their precious time to drink and complain ). 

He leaves a nice little tip, drax winking in the late afternoon sun, despite the – perceived – unwarranted judgement and cuts a path back to Temi and their perch at the edge of the world. Except – except Than pauses, assesses the identical drinks in their hands with a sharp downturn in his mouth. He sets them both down onto the table between them and assesses some more. Fuck. 

“One of these is virgin. Anyone’s guess which.”

[aphrxsdite]

closed starter for @ohartemis

location: the aegis stage

She catches a glimpse of Artemis’s perfect face on the crowd and her heart lurches so prettily inside her chest, how awful that woman is with her sharp smile. Aphrodite does avoid hate, it’s a very strong word and it doesn’t encapsulate her feelings on this matter. Distaste is better, it rolls perfectly on her tongue and it tastes better. Aphrodite avoids Artemis like the plague, it can get tired having to exchange fake pleasantries and the cameras tend to notice this, there even is specialist on facial expressions that is becoming very famous by just analyzing celebrities expression.

So Aphrodite avoids her with pleasure.

Until someone starts rumors about Nemean News buying the Aegean Waters and then hell happens. She’s actually becoming tired, Aphrodite just wishes to a pleasant morning while eating breakfast with Hephaestus in the famous café they spotted on Tala and then everything will be fine.

Maybe she will order some pastries. Something sweet, perhaps its promise can help her do what she needs to do.

She approaches Artemis, knowing and calculating every step, how her dress moves with her steps, how the light catches her jewelry. Aphrodite takes comfort in that, how easy she has this control of people’s eyes and attention. Necks turning just a tiny bit in her direction as her expensive perfume subtly fills the air.

“Artemis, my dear, how are you? I suppose your assistant has read my message to you, no?” the message could be “i don’t like you at all, you distilled nepotist, but we need to help to clean this mess or fucking else”, but Aphrodite is too polite to write it so rudely, at the end she wrote it indirectly. Poor assistant that had to read the email.

[hadesrhea]

closed to @ohartemis​ location: helicon, the morning after the chaos ball

He’s not so juvenile as to not assume there are two sides to the story leaked to Pandora the prior evening, though the footage is as clear as can be: Artemis throwing a swift blow straight to Thanatos’ face in what is clearly the villa at Ogygia. It is a conundrum, especially troubling, as he’s fond of them both, and he’s not here on Helicon searching the crowds for Artemis’ face to condemn, but to search for answers. To understand. 

“Artemis.” His expression is even as he calls out to her from where he sits beneath a heavily shaded cabana. “A moment, please.”

[prcmethevs]

CLOSED STARTER || artemis rhea ( @ohartemis ) LOCATION: artemis’ new office, delos studio, olympe TIMESTAMP: pre-kalavria summit ; noon

“Your 12 o’clock appointment’s here,” Prometheus announced as they walked into the room, holding up the bag in their hand to show. It was the food they had picked up on the way from their regular lunch spot, a small restaurant a couple of blocks away that they found surprisingly cozy. Though Prometheus had suggested a change of scenery the moment they caught wind of Artemis getting her own office— a small little perk on top of her expanding influence at Delos Studio.

Though as Prometheus took in their surrounding, small was definitely not the word they’d use to describe her workspace when it was far more spacious than their own. Not that the fact had surprised them at all, it was only natural for a princess to receive a royalty treatment. “I see the place’s coming along nicely.” Their eyes continued to wander until they stopped at an empty space on one side of the room. “You know, I think that’s a nice place to hang an art piece or something.” Then, with an upward twitch of their lips, “I heard you commissioned something... interesting, somewhat recently.”

[mcyme]

FOR: @ohartemis​​ ​ WHERE: SURROUNDING ISLANDS; BEACH WHEN: 2130.02; AFTERNOON

The sudden revelation only two weeks ago that Zeus has been having an affair with Hephaestus all this time had come as a shock to everyone. They’d barely been given any time to process the information before the tabloids picked up on the piece, the story spreading like wildfire and taking on a life of its own the more people speculated. And now, they’re all gathering again far too soon, meant to play friendly for the cameras that are pointed as much at the parties involved in the affair as their immediate family in hopes of additional drama.

So it is that he finds himself slowly making rounds with those siblings that came with them from Olympe, checking to make sure none of the volatile ones do irrevocable damage to themselves or others, and the introspective ones don’t turn in on themselves so much they spiral somewhere he can’t reach.

He finds Artemis by the water’s edge, unusually quiet and still and looking smaller than he’s seen her in years. Not since her fight with Apollo nearly twelve years ago—a row that had brought her all the way out to Arcadia to find him for a weekend—has he seen her like this. Unsurprising. He’s the least affected by the news, but given how close the rest are to their parents..

“Have you had a chance to talk to your mom yet?” as always, subtlety is not his forte. Best to rip the band-aid off and get to the core of the issue. “Or father?”

[hermies]

 who :    @ohartemis ,   hermes   rhea .

 what :    two   siblings ,   two   duis ,   three   broken   ribs ,   and   one   seriously   banged   up   forehead .

 where :    int .   guest   room ,   the   house   of   hades .

 when :    2124 .

 why :    oh ,   little   brother ,   what   happened  ?

 so   this   is   as   bad   as   it   gets ,   right  ?    it   couldn’t   possibly   get   any   worse   than   this .    here’s   what   happened ,   if   you   have   to   fucking   know .    he   built   too   good   of   a   fucking   car .    too   fast ,   too   slick ,   too   easy   on   the   handling ,   too   sleek ,   too   sexy .    and   he   built   too   poor   of   a   fucking   emotional   state .    too   sloppy ,   too   falling  -  apart ,   too   low ,   and   too   fucking   high .    so   with   one   he   exploited   the   other .    with   one   he   destroyed   the   other .    a   transient   astronomical   event ,   a   supernova   in   real   time .   fucking   fates   all  -  knowing ,   he   was   going   to   miss   that    motherfucking   car .

 he’s   sitting   up ,   at   least .    he’s   alive ,   at   least .    his   mouth   is   no   longer   pooling   with   blood ,   at   least .   and   speaking  of ,   he   hasn’t   had   to   speak   to   his   father   yet ,   at   least .    chaos ,   the   threat   of   that .   looming   like   an   ax   on   a  string   above   his   head .   it’s   worse   than   the   reality   of   the   situation   itself .    he   knows   it’s   coming .   the   cutting   of   the   twine ,   the   dropping   of   the   ax .   i’m   worried   about   you  ,   son  .   we’re   all   worried   about   you .    death   would   be   preferable .

 artemis   is   the   first   to   visit ,   after   zagreus .   (   after    hades    ––––   who   had   the    fortuitous   presence   to   pull   him   out   of   the   wreck  .   )    she's   the   only   one   in   tartarus   when   it   happens .   or ,   the   only   one   from   their   teetering   branch   of   the   family   cypress .   just   his   luck .   it’s   only   been   a   few   hours ,   if   that .   hermes   isn’t   sure .   time   was   bending   around   the   highway   divider .    wrapping ,   warping .     ❛ ❛   coming   for   your   brand ,   big   sis .   ❜ ❜     the   laugh   that   forces   it’s   way   out   of   his   throat   is   raw ,   shaky ,   and   it   drives   the   sharp   end   of   his   broken   ribs   into   the   soft   end   of   his   organs .   feels   like   laughter   is   gonna   hurt   for   a   while .

[orpheusaoide]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄, 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄, 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖/ @ohartemis​​

[ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝟏𝟖:𝟐𝟑 ] 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ?¿ [ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝟏𝟖:𝟑𝟐 ] 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 [ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝟏𝟖:𝟑𝟕 ] 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬! 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮�� 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐭!!! [ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝟏𝟖:𝟒𝟓 ] 𝑶𝑹𝑷𝑯𝑬𝑼𝑺 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

A gentle crimson finds its way onto Orpheus’s cheeks as they sip away at some too-strong drink through a too-small, too-thin straw almost certainly made for stirring. Perhaps it is the influence of that very same too-strong drink that compels Orpheus to keep pressing send, an amused smile tugging at the corners of their cheeks. Three text messages and a calling card, then followed up immediately with an image of an animated dancing cat. That’ll get her attention, they think, gaze glued to the little SENT accompanying each message, willing it to turn to READ. It felt as though it had been ages since last they saw Artemis, the Heteraidia effectively cornering them into a state of chronic busyness. They had enjoyed it, at first, enjoyed how it fueled their ego, made them feel important. Now? They wanted nothing more than to be forgotten — not forever, no they could not bear forever, but just for a few hours. Just long enough to breathe, just long enough to rest.

It felt only natural to seek out Artemis — Artemis, her very name synonymous with things like friend, ally, twin flame, and confidant . . . They could not lend too much thought to the topic, now, without reducing themself to a tipsy, blubbering mess. So, they waited, ignoring notifications of text messages and social media insights with the flick of a thumb, all while mulling about the Aegis back-stage. 

They were unsure of how long had passed since their first message sent when they see her, just across the way. “Artemis!” They call, smile apparent in their tone. “There you are. I’ve been lookin’ for you everywhere.” They approach her, all smiles and sunshine; drink in their hand reduced to the mingling of melted ice cubes and a few drops of alcohol, and the stir straw left hanging out of the side of their mouth, soothing their fixation. “Did’ja get my messages, come to hang out for a little while?”