It was a look that peeled skin and looked through flesh.

Aelora Targaryen is the youngest of Queen Alicent and King Viscerys' children. Born sickly and fragile, with an Angel's face, she lived a difficult life from her first breath.She couldn't ever be like a normal child because she was, "The Sickly Princess". Life becomes more difficult when her brothers start to feel drawn by her, the sweet affection of theirs, once innocent was now turning into something much darker. It was like the Gods had cursed her once again and this time the measters could not save her.

[Copyright © 2014] In 1943, Charlotte Truly is a nineteen-year-old American nurse serving in World War II. The oldest of four daughters, Charlotte is mostly a shy and reserved girl who keeps to herself. But when Charlotte meets William McCaden, an injured soldier on leave whom she'd briefly met when she was seventeen, she finds herself falling inexplicably in love. When Will is shipped overseas to Nazi-occupied France to fight in a deadly combat mission, Charlotte and Will have only their letters to keep each other close... but in the midst of war, how can love possibly survive? ----- DISCLAIMER: This work was written when I, Raine the author, was 14 years old (circa 2014) and is a FIRST DRAFT. Certain aspects of this story are highly problematic and should rightfully be called out. Please do bear in mind, however, that the entirety of what you see here was written (unedited) by a 14-year-old girl. Now, I as a 20-year-old writing student am fully aware of my mistakes and would like to apologize profusely for them. They are not reflective of my present character by any means and I can assure you that I FULLY condemn the slut-shaming, misogyny, white saviorism, racism, and the general oversimplification of vastly complex themes and historical contexts you might see in Yours Truly (2014). As much as I would like to chalk it all up to being a sign of the times (the very backwards 1940s), I understand now how I should have handled this particular time period with more tact and discretion. Especially with how I recklessly portrayed the horrific racial climate of the 1940s American South. Again, I am very sorry and can wholeheartedly promise you that any later drafts of Yours Truly would 100% rework all of these themes and contexts with the utmost of consideration towards the communities they affect directly. Thank you. -Raine, Feb. 11/2021

♤ "And what about Steve?" Bucky then asks. "We don't have to tell him anything. Do we? At least not now." You ask a little hesitantly. Bucky grins again. "No, we don't have to." Then he leans down, hesitates for just a millisecond before pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss Bucky Barnes fanfic| 40s

Emilia Louise Hanley was a nurse in World War 2, tasked with assisting the 107th. Bucky stepped into her room, making Emilia step back to match his steps. He grabbed ahold of her, lightly pulling her to himself before brushing his lips against hers. Emilia reciprocated the kiss, but smacked his chest, pushing him away as soon as the kiss was broken. "James, what the hell was that?" Emilia said, crossing her arms across her chest. "I'm sorry, Emilia, I've just wanted to do that since the Expo." Bucky admitted. He stepped back from her, not wanting to intimidate her. But he saw the look in her eye, she seemed to like that as much as he did. This story does not directly follow the MCU, so if something isn't cannon to the movies or comics, it's intentional. 18+ Sexual content/smut Violence/torture Language Mentions of child loss

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 and 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 for 𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟎𝐬!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲. There is a mix of 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 and 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 in this collection. All of these stories are posted on my Tumblr and AO3 as well. This writing is intended for people over 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲. If you are a minor, do not interact! All my work are with 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 in mind! I try not to describe the reader in detail since I want to be as inclusive as possible. I do not consent to have my work posted, translated or published anywhere. The only place you will find my work is on Tumblr, AO3 and Wattpad under the username bucky-barnes-diaries. If it's found anywhere besides those mentioned, it has been reposted without my permission.

One falsified his enlistment forms. One was going off to fight. One was on her way to a basecamp. Life hadn't always been kind to the Rogers siblings. Steve and Allison Rogers had been orphaned as teenagers, constantly working to prove that they could take care of themselves. James "Bucky" Barnes found himself always in the company of the two, much to both his and Allison's delight. When the country was plunged into World War II, each one of them found themselves drawn to the war effort. When all three began to go down their own paths, they had no idea what was to come. The Captain. The Sergeant. The Nurse.

"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly." -Robert Burns

~~~~~~ His thoughts are just there softly. Patiently waiting to be heard. Thoughts of me. "So tell me something else you think I should know..." I smile. I prop my chin on top of my folded hands. He gazes into my eyes, making my heart beat a thousand miles a minute. He reaches over and brushes a stray hair of mine back into place before a smirk falls across his lips. "I think you'll be in love with me in no time." ~~~~~~~ It's New York City 1941. Elizabeth Casey, an inhuman meets James Buchanan Barnes. There's an instant connection. The world they live in is full of change, but they have one constant, their love for one another. They forge relationships to withstand time. Can the love in their lives make it through the impending doom around them? Just A fluffy story for the Bucky feels. #1 in telekinesis 2021-10-10 #1 in FirstAvenger 2022-04-15 #9 in marvelfanfic 2021-12-14 *I own none of the Marvel characters and events, I only own Elizabeth.