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hybridshade
Artist:ctbn60
Pairing: Bucky/Steve
Rating: nc-17
Warnings: soul bond AU, some magical realism, angst, pain, illness and injury, mentions of torture, brief suicidal ideation
Word count: 11.6k
Summary: Steve and Bucky grew up in a world of backstreets rife with magic and enchantment, and when the time was right they formed a Soul Bond, a permanent connection from one heart to another. But then the war happened, pulling at their seams until it eventually ripped them apart in the worst way possible. Unfortunately, when one's Soul-Bonded dies, they are left with a long, drawn-out death of their own to look forward to.
When Steve is subsequently woken in a more science-driven future, he keeps a tight lid on his grief and the slow decaying of his body. That is, until he is faced with a new and unforeseen foe - one who wears the face of his dead Bonded, and whose touch brings him to his knees.
A/N: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
marvel_bang with art from the lovely ctbn60.
Link to fic: here at AO3
Link to art: On LJ or On AO3
hybridshadeArtist:
ctbn60Pairing: Bucky/Steve
Rating: nc-17
Warnings: soul bond AU, some magical realism, angst, pain, illness and injury, mentions of torture, brief suicidal ideation
Word count: 11.6k
Summary: Steve and Bucky grew up in a world of backstreets rife with magic and enchantment, and when the time was right they formed a Soul Bond, a permanent connection from one heart to another. But then the war happened, pulling at their seams until it eventually ripped them apart in the worst way possible. Unfortunately, when one's Soul-Bonded dies, they are left with a long, drawn-out death of their own to look forward to.
When Steve is subsequently woken in a more science-driven future, he keeps a tight lid on his grief and the slow decaying of his body. That is, until he is faced with a new and unforeseen foe - one who wears the face of his dead Bonded, and whose touch brings him to his knees.
A/N: written for
marvel_bang with art from the lovely ctbn60. Link to fic: here at AO3
Link to art: On LJ or On AO3
