#you can try to rip the soulmate trope from my cold dead hands but I won’t even let it go then

[artaxlivs]

*screams in writer excitement* This is gorgeous. And it’s my birthday week PLUS it’s only a few short weeks until my three year anniversary for posting my first fic (this one!). It feels so full circle and I want to grab @betrayedbycinnamon and jump up and down screaming over her absolutely gorgeous, hot and adorable art of these two 💜💜💜💜💜

Thank you my friend, for the art, for the friendship, for sharing a love for Winterhawk and for just being totally amazing and gifting the rest of the world with your presence (and presents). I adore you.

If you haven't read At Last by @artaxlivs you very much should. Teensiest excerpt under the cut.

“I want to dance with you again, I want to beat your high score on the range. Next time we watch a movie, I want to lay my head on your chest so I can feel your heartbeat against my cheek. I want to stop pretending that I’m not looking at your arms every chance I get.  I want to kiss you. And I want to not care if I get to see it all in color or not.  But also…..I really want it to be you and I’m afraid to open my eyes and find out that it’s not.”  Bucky has moved his hand up to Clint’s jaw and their foreheads are touching, eyes still clenched shut.  The rest of the room, the compound and maybe the world has fallen silent. They’re still swaying to Etta but she’s finishing up.

You smiled, you smiled

Oh and then the spell was cast

“Me too. On three, okay?” Clint whispers so close to Bucky’s mouth that he can almost taste the words. “One, two, three-”

And here we are in Heaven

For you are mine at last

Etta’s last words settle between them as the song fades away. 

“Wow. Your eyes are so blue,” Bucky whispers against Clint’s smiling lips.