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Rare Ewan Mitchell sighting at the British Fashion Awards and I took several hours to get at peace with the beard! (Im just a baby that cries when mom shows up with a new haircut)

But I miss Aemond and i needed to make it Aemond

Word Count: 1105

Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic so please be kind! Editing critiques are welcome BUT rude/unnecessary comments will be deleted.

Please enjoy! <3

Chapter 1:

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CHAPTER 2

                1930

From that day forward Bucky made it a point to always wait for Annie after school by the water fountain. He’d pretend to play with the buttons of his old brow jacket till she heard the click of her shoes. Steve, Bucky and Annie walked home together everyday, chatting about class, laughing at how confused Bucky was in science class. They were the best of pals. 

The fair was in town for the weekend, the trio decided they were all in for some cotton candy and rides. Bucky and Annie stood in front of a red stall. Knock over all of the bottles and win a prize, the sign said. Bucky was all in, he threw the first ball knocking over the first stack, same with the second. When he threw the third ball, a noise distracted him from behind, the ball barely missing the bottles. The game warden laid a small plastic ring on the counter with a soft thud. The ring was fake silver with a small blue diamond on top. Bucky huffed but didn’t argue, picking up the ring. He turned to Annie who had been silently cheering him on. He reached his hand out, holding the ring her “for you Pipsqueak,” he smiled. The corner of her lip raised, holding a laugh, “you’re not that much taller than me.” She raised her hand gently, taking the ring from his hand and putting it on her finger. Bucky looks down at her hand “looks good on you Pip,” he smiles walking to the next stall. She smiles, looking down at the ring for a moment before meeting him at the stall. 

One afternoon while Bucky was waiting as usual he heard sniffling. His eyes darted up to see Annie walking to him, her eyes red and teary. A group of kids laughed behind her, smirking towards Bucky. She didn’t have to say much,  she didn’t have to say anything at all before Bucky started marching towards them until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looks towards the hand seeing Annie. She shakes her head slightly, pulling him back with her. Reluctantly, he took some steps back, following her lead. He began to turn around but not before he could flip off the group of laughing kids. He looked down at her, the anger that ran through his body slowly started to dissipate as he saw her red eyes and nose. He reached for her shoulder slowly, “they’re jerks,” Annie sniffled quietly, her fingers subconsciously pressing the ring into the side of her nail. Bucky nods, squeezing her shoulder gently “don’t listen to them.” He slides his hand down from her shoulder to her hand, stopping her actions. “They don’t see you like I do, how smart you are, what an  amazing person you are, while also being the prettiest girl in school,” he says softly trying to keep the last part under his breath. From then on he felt this strange protectiveness for her, not that she really needed protecting. She has a mind of her own, a voice, and she knows how to use it.

As the years passed Bucky and Annie became closer, almost inseparable. Steve would leave his house heading to Bucky’s to already find Annie on the porch laughing with him. When evening fell, right before the sun completely set, Annie would wave goodbye to Steve and Bucky. Her eyes linger on Bucky a second longer. Steve would tease him about it, saying he was hooked, lined and sunk for Annie. Bucky would roll his eyes but never denied. He didn’t know this feeling well but he liked the way she made him feel. The small spark he felt when their hands touched, how he never wanted that feeling to go away..  Bucky started waiting for Annie before walking to school. He’d sit outside her house on the last step of her porch. He’d whistle a tune while he waited, thinking he was alone. Annie heard his whistling, she’d stay extra quiet while putting on her shoes by the door. Eventually she picked up on the song, whistling the end with him.

When the homecoming dance came around at school Bucky was nervous. There was no question who he wanted to take to the dance, he just had to ask her. He skipped the last two classes of the day running to the store. When he got back to campus Annie was waiting on the bench by the main entrance. Her hair was pinned into a low ponytail, her black skirt reached past her knees. The sun rays complimented her silhouette perfectly, highlighting her soft cheeks and pink lips. She turned to face him, her brown eyes meeting his blue ones.

She’s beautiful

My Dearest, Annie

CHAPTER 1

Word Count: 834

Hi everyone! This is my FIRST fic so please be kind! Editing critiques are welcome but rude comments WILL be deleted.

This fic starts in the year 1930, Bucky is 13 and Annie is 11 years old. I’m hoping to make this series as long as I can. I truly hope you all enjoy!🩵

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1930

The air was crisp, cold that evening walking home from school. Bucky and Steve take their normal route leaving through the backdoor of the campus. “So glad it’s Friday,” Steve sighed, fixing his backpack over his shoulder. “Yeah, just glad to be outta there,” Bucky said, kicking a rock with his foot. They made a right turn, leaving the school behind and heading home. As they got to their street, Bucky heard another set of footsteps beside his and Steve’s. He took a quick glance back, seeing a girl with a cream-colored dress behind them. She had long brown hair tied on both sides of her head, her books pressed tight into her chest, and her eyes cast down. Bucky elbowed Steve, “Who’s that?” he whispered. Steve took a quick glance, “Beats me, ask her.” Bucky looked at him with wide eyes, “Wha- why me?” he said, furrowing his brows slightly. “You’re the curious one,” Steve said, “Besides, she doesn’t look mean.” The wind blew softly against their skin, and Bucky sniffled before turning his head. He paused, seeing she was gone. He looked around, his eyes spotting her walking up to the house his old neighbors used to live in. “She’s new,” Bucky murmured, “The Jenkins moved out weeks ago.” Steve turned, looking where Bucky was looking. “Nice, hope she likes playing cards,” Steve smiled. Bucky rolled his eyes, “Think that’s just a you thing, pal,” he said, turning, walking into his driveway. Steve laughed, holding his stomach. “You just don’t know the joy in playing cards.” Bucky waved his hand, gesturing his goodbye to Steve. His eyes focused on the door she walked through, “Mystery for sure,” he said to himself before walking into his house.

The next day, Bucky sat on the front steps of his home. His eyes darting around, looking at everything around him while his mind was still on the mystery girl he barely missed the day before. While his head was turned in the other direction, a soft click of a door closing sounded on the other side of him. He snapped his head over quickly. She was stepping out of her house, carrying two books in her arm while her other hand locked her door. Her brown hair was down, curled at the ends. She wore a white blouse and a black skirt. Bucky stood up slowly, not wanting to seem too excited to finally get a name to match the face of the girl who plagued his mind the night before. He started walking in her direction, 

“Hey!” 

he called out. She stopped walking mid-step, turning her head to him. “Hello,” she said softly. Bucky stood in front of her; he was taller than her by at least a few inches. “You’re new in the neighborhood,” he said, putting his hands in his pockets. She nodded. “We moved in a few days ago,” she said. She held her hand out, “I’m Annie, Annie Jones.” Bucky smiled back, taking her hand. “Bucky…” He said. “Well, my friends call me that. My name is James Barnes.” She shook his hand. Their hands fell after a minute, the cool air brushed by, pushing her brown hair from her face. “I saw you walking home yesterday,” Bucky says. “My father works during the day, he can’t pick me up so I walk home,” she says wearily. He nods, blinking slowly “yeah, my folks are the same.” Annie adjusts her books in her arms, the corners of the books leaving indents on her arm. Bucky notices “where are you off to?” She looks back to the steps at the entrance of her house “I was just going to sit and read for a bit before my dad gets home.” Bucky wasn’t one for reading, he and Steve would spend their days playing baseball or attempting to catch fish with their hands. “Mind if I sit with you for a bit? I’m waiting for my friend Steve to come out so we can go to the soda shop,” he says softly. Annie nods “sure.” She starts walking back to her house, sitting on the second step from the ground. Bucky sits next to her, leaving space between them. She flips through the pages of her book, “you and Steve go alone to the soda shop?” Bucky nods his head, his eyes drifting to the page in her book “yeah, we go over Saturday it’s like tradition I guess.” Annie gives a side smile “that’s really neat, to have a friend so close.” Bucky noticed the hint of sadness in her voice, he fidgetted with the sleeve of his jacket “you could come too, if you'd like” She picks her head up quickly, heart feeling like it skipped a couple beats “I don't want to bother-” 

"You're not,” He says quickly 

Age: 24

Hometown: Brooklyn, New York

Annie Jones grew up on the same Brooklyn block as Bucky Barnes. The girl who could keep up with the boys, who never flinched from a scraped knee or a hard truth. Practical and steady where Bucky was bold. She learned early how to laugh through hardship and find beauty in small things, the warmth of summer pavement, and the sound of his voice calling her name across the street.

When war sweeps across the world, Annie refused to be left behind. With a sharp mind and steady hand, she joins the Army as a secretary attached to the 107th, assigned to the very unit Bucky serves in. Her days are filled with typewritten reports, coded messages, and the ache of watching him march into danger each morning.

Though she hides her feelings behind polite smiles and careful words, the bond between them runs deep, forged in years of friendship, tempered by duty, and shadowed by the fear that every goodbye could be the last. Annie is more than the girl next door, she’s the quiet strength that steadies him, even as the world begins to fall apart.

Bucky and Annie🩵

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Disclaimer: I’m not a medical student or medical professional.

Okay *cracks knuckles* I’ve done some research and concluded Aemond would definitely have nerve damage from the cut going across his forehead, eye, and cheek.

The thickness of facial skin and superficial fat in the infraorbital region is around 1.97 mm for facial skin and 4.95 mm for fat. It’s 1.85 mm and 4.54 mm for cheeks, and 1.70 mm and 1.99 mm for forehead. (x) Aemond’s injuries suggest they were deep — if they were shallow, the dagger would have missed the eye, going down to his cheekbone, but we see his eyelids are cut. I’d say it’s safe to suggest the dagger could have cut deeply enough to go through fatty tissue to the nerve.

The infraorbital region

Now, the nerve on the photos above is the trigeminal nerve and it branches out into three main branches: ophthalamic (eyes, upper eyelids, forehead), maxillary (cheeks, nose, lower eyelids, upper lip, gums), and mandibular (lower jaw). In Aemond’s case, two branches would have been severed.

Aemond would have a condition called post-traumatic trigeminal neuropathic pain.

The effects of injury to the trigeminal nerve are chronic numbness but also pain.

Let’s look at secondary trigeminal neuralgia (which happens when a cyst, tumor, or facial injury puts pressure on the nerve) and the effects it has on the face. From what I understand, the effects of PTTNP and STN are similar. The difference are as follows: “(…)differs in duration (TN: lasts from a fraction of a second to two minutes; PPTTN: ranges widely from paroxysmal to constant, and may be mixed), associated nerve dysfunction (TN: rare; PPTTN: positive and/or negative changes) and pain quality (TN: electric-shock like, stabbing or shooting; PPTTN: burning, squeezing or “needles and pins”).” (x)

The pain is classified as follows:

Type 1 - “causes sharp, shock-like facial pain that comes and goes. Your face may throb. The pain may last for a few seconds or as long as a couple of minutes. These stabbing pains can occur repeatedly throughout the day and night. Over time, the pain may intensify and last longer. Often, the brief pains are triggered by actions such as chewing, talking or touching the face.” (x)

Type 2 - “causes a constant (chronic) burning or aching feeling. You may also have stabbing pain, but it’s less intense than type 1.” (as above)

Even mild stimulation of the affected area can cause intense pain. The condition can develop from sporadic pains to more frequent bouts of searing pain. It usually causes facial spasms (the disorder is also known as tic douloureux). (x) The pain is “sometimes described as the most excruciating pain known to humanity”. (x)

“Patients often suffer long stretches of frequent attacks, followed by weeks, months or even years of little or no pain. The usual pattern, however, is for the attacks to intensify over time with shorter pain-free periods. Some patients suffer less than one attack a day, while others experience a dozen or more every hour. The pain typically begins with a sensation of electrical shocks that culminates in an excruciating stabbing pain within less than 20 seconds.” (x)

So, as a result of Luke assaulting him, Aemond would suffer either chronic pain or bouts of excruciating pain that intensified over time (if left untreated which, Middle Ages medical knowledge) — and could have attacks as often as every hour. Washing his face? Could trigger an attack. Someone brushing their fingers on his skin? Pain. His eyepatch irritating the area? Pain.

This baby would be living with constant burning pain or with the threat of attacks of electric shock-like, intense pain that could happen at literally any time — and with the added vulnerability of facial spasms which he would despise.

This is for everyone who says “he should have gotten over losing his eye.”

Would you?

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