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He presses a kiss to Steve’s lips, and Steve smiles into it, a laugh vibrating in the water around them. Bucky smiles too, unable to hold the kiss for too long before he’s pulling them both back to the surface.

From Ch 8 of The Lost Garden for the @stuckyaubang !!!!

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The Lost Garden on AO3 by nightmaresinwintah for @stuckyaubang

i really loved working on the art for this incredibly beautiful fic, learning about plants, and being carried away to a dreamy pocket world 💕💕 please enjoy it!

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Beyond that door is a sun-hazey glade filled with an overpowering scent of herbs and flowers. Past the glade there are towering woodland trees and— red deer with six antlers nibbling on candy-green grass. The sky is golden, like the sun has just come up or gone down.

From The Lost Garden by nightmaresinwintah now posting for the @stuckyaubang!!!

The Lost Garden

Rating; graphic depictions of violence. Relationships; Steve/Bucky. Additional Tags; magical realism, shrinkyclinks, temporary character death, happy ending. Word count; 57932.

Author; @buckyskillingme / nightmaresinwintah

Artists; @neutralchaos1 / @chaosdraws / Neutralchaos + @buckysnowangel / buckysnowangel

Summary;

This is what he has been searching for, he knows. There’s something tugging at him, urging him to find out if there is anything behind the door, if it will open for him. He looks around himself, unsure, but figures there can’t be any harm. No one seems to be taking any notice of him anyway. Why not go through the magic door and see if it possibly holds another world behind it? If nothing else, Steve will have something exciting to tell Nat.

So, he reaches out, the discomfort of the day's heat washing away as awe and curiosity take their place, and he grips the handle and pushes.

The frame gives. It creaks open with the piercing sound of unoiled hinges that belong to a door that hasn’t been opened in an innumerable amount of years. It takes Steve a moment to get over the fact that the door opens, but when he does, his breath gets knocked out of him. He finds himself clinging to the handle for support. It’s like a wave crashing over his head and then coming back up for desperate air, shock pushing at his chest.

For, beyond the door, there lays a glade.

[Link to completed fic on AO3]

[Link to neutalchaos art piece one]

[Link to neutralchaos art piece two]

[Link to buckysnowangel art piece]

This fic was written in collaboration with a few brilliant beta's, and of course the wonderful artists. And a big thank you to @stuckyaubang for organising this whole massive thing!!