#all souls x mcu fusion

[blackwood4stucky]

A Discovery of Witches is TOO good. Really gonna have to finish the fic series now. I might even make a sideblog for it since I have no self-control 😅

[daphnefisherofficial]

bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER TWO

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Jake/Steven) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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CHAPTER TWO - DREAMS OF FATE, FAREWELL AND NEW BEGINNINGS.

The past two months had been a relentless parade of dreams for Marc Spector, dreams that twisted through the labyrinth of his fractured soul. His thoughts have long been adrift in the sea of uncertainty that had become his life. Nightmares have always haunted him for most of his life, but it recently came to a point where they had intensified to an unsettling degree. Night after night, his subconscious mind became a battleground for the ever-present specter of his past.

The latest of his living nightmares have been his own death at the merciless hands of Arthur Harrow. He should have been used to the sound of a gunshot by now, but apparently it didn’t prepare him enough for when he was at the receiving end. His fractured soul had been unceremoniously cast into the Duat, the realm of judgment for the ancient Egyptian afterlife. He and his alter, Steven Grant, have stood before Taweret’s watchful eye as she weighed their hearts in the scales on their journey to the Field of Reeds.

Steven made a comment back then of how it should have been Anubis, Marc thought. 

To balance their scales and hopefully come back to life, Marc was forced to confront the darkest corners of his past: Randall’s death that spiraled Wendy Spector’s slow descent to madness. The abuse he had suffered during his childhood at the hands of his mother continued to haunt him - the once happy memories of him and his family shattered by his mother’s twisted way of expressing her ‘love’.

But amid the shadows of torment, there was a glimmer of salvation. Steven Grant has finally understood the need for his creation at the dark corners of Marc Spector’s accursed room, having realized that it was Marc’s way of coping with all the combined strong emotions that a small, innocent child wouldn’t have been able to go through. Steven was Marc’s secret joy - the living embodiment of what his younger brother, Randall Spector, could have been had life been kinder.

Through all of their shared history of pain and survival, Marc Spector’s bond with Steven Grant had deepened. They were no longer just two sides of the same coin - they were brothers transcending the boundaries of blood and forever bound in ways that defied explanation. Their connection was no longer a mere confluence of minds; it was a fusion of souls, two halves of a fractured whole. They had weathered death together and returned, their fates irrevocably intertwined.

After rising from the dead and helping to stop Arthur Harrow and Ammit from wreaking havoc in this world, Khonshu fulfilled his end of the bargain to release both him and Steven Grant from their servitude as his avatar - his Moon Knight.

To Marc’s displeasure, however, the nightmares never stopped. Among the myriad dreams that plagued him day after day, one stood out above all others— a dream that seemed more like a forgotten, distant memory.

In this dream, he watched as Steven Grant raised his arms to the heavens. The sky itself yielded to his will, shifting and swirling as if bowing to a higher power. Marc could feel his own life force ebbing away, his connection to Khonshu, the ancient Egyptian god who had granted him his powers, dissipating like grains of sand in a desert storm. Yet, even as he felt himself slipping away, he also felt a divine presence, a heavenly female voice that reached out to him from the depths of his foggy memories.

“It cannot end like this. I will not let you die - any of you” 

Marc then felt soft lips descending upon his, a passionate kiss that carried the divine breath of life as it flowed into his lungs. The kisses he shared with Layla couldn’t even begin to compare with the mysterious woman of his dreams. It rendered him breathless as a warm, euphoric sensation seemingly boiled his blood with pure longing for someone he never even recalled meeting. 

"Arise, Moon Knight. With the power of the moon, I grant you half of my life."

Marc’s eyes fluttered open, abruptly ending his dream as he bolted upright in his bed. His whole body was drenched in cold sweat, his eyes darted wildly around the dimly lit room as he felt his own heart pounding strongly in his chest. He then reached for the bedside lamp and switched it on, allowing a soft, warm light to fill the dimly lit hotel room where he’s currently staying. 

That dream again? Steven asked in Marc’s head, his reflection on the nearby mirror wearing an inquisitive, sleep-deprived look.

“The very same”, Marc shook his head, finding himself chuckling in disbelief. Every night that ended with that shared kiss under the moonlight left him with more questions than answers. 

Why did these dreams haunt him? What do they actually mean? And who even was the enigmatic woman appearing in his dreams for the umpteenth time in a row now?

Marc glanced at the nightstand clock, reading 5:58 AM of today’s time. He could no longer sleep after the unsettling dream he had, so he decided to get ready for the day ahead. He busied himself with the mundane tasks -  taking a long, hot shower, the steam and warmth helping to clear his mind, at least momentarily, of the enigmatic dreams that had plagued him. Brushing his teeth before the bathroom mirror, his eyes narrowed at his own reflection as he caught a glimpse of a crescent moon tattoo inked into his jugular notch. How did I even get this tattoo? Marc questioned in his mind, prompting Steven's reflection to shake his head, having no recollection whatsoever of the tattoo's mysterious origin.

I honestly don't know, mate. Steven sighed. It might be from Khonshu - may be the residue of his magic when he freed us. Marc accepted Steven's theory for the meantime, effectively taking his mind of his own endless questions as he finally dressed in a crisp, charcoal-gray suit, trying to appear composed and confident for what was sure to be an emotionally charged day.

The Motorola flip phone on his bedside table pinged, prompting Marc to open and check his latest message. Layla’s text greeted his eyes, abruptly reminding him of today’s agenda in the first place.

See you in the courtroom today. I’m on my way.

Marc sighed, lamenting how it had all come to this. Their divorce had been a mutual decision, born out of a recognition that their romantic love had faded, wilted by the melancholy of distance and the weight of their shared history. They both have decided to part ways on amicable terms, to seek their own paths and find happiness on their own terms. He would be lying if he said the whole ordeal wasn't painful for him, but he recognizes the necessity to conclude a chapter between him and Layla that had already run its course. 

Two hours later, Marc Spector finally entered the premises of Chicago Family Court. While waiting patiently in the hallway outside his assigned courtroom, he couldn't help but revisit the dreams that had plagued him. He fiddled with his tie, a nervous tic that betrayed his inner turmoil. He wondered if these dreams and nightmares he’s having were mere manifestations of his trauma—the trauma of dying and coming back to life, of shedding the mantle of Moon Knight, the vigilante avatar of Khonshu.

Steven's voice whispered in his mind, a soothing presence amidst the chaos of his thoughts.

Don’t overthink it too much, buddy. Steven suggested, reassuring him that perhaps they were just processing their past in their own unique way.

Marc nodded inwardly, grateful for the reassurance. They were no longer avatars, no longer bound to the whims of Khonshu. They were free, and yet, the mysteries of their shared dreams remained. It left a lingering unease in his soul as he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to them than met the eye.

A yawn escaped him, a reminder of his sleepless night. He took a seat on one of the benches, suddenly overcome with exhaustion. He leaned against the cold courtroom wall and slowly closed his eyes against his better judgment, hoping to find some respite from the weight of his thoughts. Exhaustion washed over him like a tidal wave, and he drifted into an uneasy nap. 

"Morning, Marc" 

His name was called, gently waking him from his restless slumber. He blinked and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Layla El-Faouly stood before him dressed in a white blouse, black pencil skirt and gray flats, her dark eyes weary but kind. In her hands, she held two cups of coffee, the aroma of freshly brewed beans wafting through the air.

"Layla," Marc greeted, his voice raspy from sleep.

“How are you holding up?" she asked softly, her tone tinged with a mix of concern and empathy as she handed him a cup of steaming coffee. 

"As well as can be expected, I suppose”, Marc managed a weary smile. "Thanks for the coffee."

She offered him a small smile, a hint of sadness in her toffee-brown eyes. "You looked like you could use it," she said. "Are you ready for this?"

Marc nodded, his gaze fixed on the steaming cup in his hands. "As ready as I'll ever be."

“We both know it’s for the best”, Layla spoke in a serious tone. “With everything that has happened, this will put everything behind us”

He nodded slowly as he let her last words fly by. They exchanged small talk, avoiding the weightier topics for the moment. Soon after, they both heard their names called by the court clerk.

“Mr and Mrs Spector, please come to the front”

As they entered the courtroom, Marc couldn't help but steal a final glance at Layla. Her beauty had always captivated him—the way her raven-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, the warmth of her eyes, and the grace with which she carried herself. She was a striking reminder of what had drawn them together in the first place.

Finally, their case was called. Marc and Layla sat side by side, their hands barely touching as they listened to the legal formalities. It was a somber affair, with a judge presiding over the dissolution of their marriage. Both of them answered the necessary questions with a solemnity that matched the occasion. They signed the paperwork, their signatures sealing the end of their shared lives and setting one another free.

The judge’s words as he delivered the final ruling in their divorce case brought a semblance of peace in both Marc and Layla’s hearts. There was no sadness, anger or regret of any sort - only happiness in its melancholic yet empathetic form. It was the end of an era, the closing of a chapter in their lives.

With the court proceedings behind them, the two walked out of the courtroom and into the corridor, their steps slightly heavy with a sense of finality. Of all the divorced couples in the family court, only Marc and Layla hold hands with a rueful smile on their faces. Outside the courthouse, the two hailed a taxi to take them both to the airport, albeit in separate flights. The taxi ride was a quiet one, the city passing by in a blur of buildings and people.

They may not have worked out as lovers, but they can surely live with being each other's best friends.

"It's time," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as the closing distance of the airport loomed before them. Marc nodded, his throat tight with unspoken emotions. 

"Yeah," he replied in a hushed tone. "It's time."

A few hours later, the newly divorced couple finally found themselves at the boarding gates. Going their separate ways have never felt so bittersweet.

“Take care of yourself, Layla”, Marc said as he pulled his now ex-wife in for one last hug.

“I was supposed to say that”, Layla chuckled, returning the embrace as her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Don’t be a stranger - you and Steven”

Tell her to not skip any meals, Steven piped inside his head sadly. His British alter’s brief infatuation with Layla didn’t really help to dampen his already melancholic mood.

“Steven said you shouldn’t skip your meals”

“Tell him I appreciate the thought”, Layla nodded, smiling serenely as if looking directly at Steven himself. “Goodbye, you two. See you around”

With a final, lingering look, Layla turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd of other airport travelers. Marc watched her go, feeling a mixture of sadness and relief. The weight of their marriage had lifted, but it left behind a profound sense of loss and emptiness that he wasn't yet sure how to fill.

Marc still has a few hours left before his own flight, so he decided to pass the time at the nearby airport bar. The departure board above displayed rows of cities, each with its own departure time, a digital countdown matching the frenetic rhythm of the bustling terminal around him.

Nursing a lukewarm coffee and absentmindedly flipping through his passport, he suddenly heard the announcement over the intercom, crackling and distorted but crystal clear in its message.

"Ladies and gentlemen, calling all passengers for flight BA294 to London Heathrow. The boarding gates are now open"

The overhead announcements ceased, and the travelers, like Marc, turned their attention to the departure board. In bold, digital letters, the gate number for his flight to London illuminated.

"Flight 294 to London Heathrow: Gate B13."

See you around, Layla’s voice echoed in Marc’s head once more, prompting him to mildly chuckle to himself as he stood up and went on his way to the boarding gates. He knew it would take a long while for them to meet again. Layla has new responsibilities as Taweret’s new avatar - the Scarlet Scarab as dubbed by the people of Egypt. He, on the other hand, will have to pick up the pieces of anything he recalls as a semblance of his old life. 

London was their home now, and Marc and Steven were eager to return to the familiarity of its streets. This time around, it’s up to them to figure out how the next chapter of their new lives will begin. But one thing is for sure - finding out the true meaning of their collective dreams would be the first step.

END OF CHAPTER TWO.

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[ffxvficrec]

by Sanguis13 Hadrian thought that life would be different this time. Peaceful, and relaxing. No lives to take, no wars to fight. It would be a bit boring, but at least he can breathe easy and enjoy life more this time. Then, as if Fate heard him, chaos slowly ensued, barreling in the form of super soldiers, enhanced humans with X symbols over their yellow-themed clothes, nazi-like terrorists obsessed with conquering the world, a doctor who can turn into a giant angry avocado, and an alien invasion led by a mischievous god as a strawberry on top. At least his retainers are there for the ride… He can only blame Zelretch for all this shite. (MC is OC) (MC is OP) (MC was originally from FF15, then reincarnated in Fate/Extra, then into Marvel, with MCU as the main world setting.) (This is a FF15/Fate-Extra/MCU crossover.) Words: 2559, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Fate/EXTRA , Final Fantasy XV , Harry Potter - Fandom , Marvel Cinematic Universe , The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: OC - Character , Natasha Romanov (Marvel) , Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg , Charlemagne | Saber , Angra Mainyu | Avenger , Diluc (Genshin Impact) , Tartaglia | Childe (Genshin Impact) , Capitaine Nemo | Captain Nemo Relationships: Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Blood and Violence , Action/Adventure , Magic , Alternate Universe - Reincarnation , MC is OP , MC is OC (originally from FF15) , MC reincarnated as Harry Potter once , MC is a Magician , Graphic Description , Multi-Crossover , Alternate Universe - MCU , Anime/Video Game/Movies Fusion , Determined MC , Cool & Calculating MC , Stubborn MC , Graphic Novel , Natasha Romanov Is Not A Robot , MC is a Lucis Caelum , MC was a King of Lucis , MC has an alien artifact in his soul , MC is not a Hero

[kaiunkaiku]

writing list but make it annoying

current project: bnha hurt/comfort alphabet challenge

i keep the right to refuse to write a character, ship or scenario i dislike or find uncomfortable. i’m also not up to date with everything

the characters listed are the characters i’m willing to write suffering. other characters can and will appear in other roles. other characters may be carefully considered upon request and a specific prompt.

aus are friends, at least sometimes. trans headcanons are a recurring fave. not into crossovers, but fandom fusions can pique my interest.

i’m mainly a hurt/comfort writer, but i’m not totally opposed to writing straight-up soul-crushing angst, or tooth-rotting fluff for that matter.

i’m pretty particular about my ships, and i have elaborated on the ones i feel are relevant. the rest of them i feel are fairly obvious. i’m also very into found family, platonic relationships, siblings, etc. not totally opposed to exploring other things as well. my two modes tend to be gen and m/m with the occasional f/f though.

“possibly” means give me a prompt i can work on instead of just “something with this character” or in certain circumstances

completely sfw all the way through

the list is very much subject to change based on what my adhd ass is currently watching or rewatching

anime & manga (& adjacent)

19 days

mo guan shan

ao no exorcist

rin

blue lock

reo

chigiri

bachira

boku no hero academia

bakugou

jirou

aizawa

todoroki

tamaki

possibly tokoyami

possibly shinsou

kiribaku, tododeku, erasermic, momojirou, miritama, shinkami, inatodo, shoutoko

bungou stray dogs

chuuya

akutagawa

code:breaker

toki

d.gray-man

kanda

bak

not into yullen

daiya no ace

ryousuke

miyuki

jun

possibly haruichi

kuraryou is love, kuraryou is life. also tetsujun, willing to write miyusawa and furuharu

dr. stone

gen

sengen, f o u n d f a m i l y

free!

rin

possibly sousuke

possibly makoto (only in the context of soumako)

rinharu, makorin, soumako, platonic sourin

fullmetal alchemist

ed

roy

haikyuu!!

iwaizumi

kuroo

yaku

noya

kageyama

yamaguchi

possibly akaashi

possibly suga

possibly kyoutani

possibly kenma

multishipping trash: iwaoi, kuroken, kuroyaku, kurodai, asanoya, levyaku, bokuroo, bokuaka, daisuga, tsukkiyama, kagehina, kyouhaba, also platonic everything

hamatora

birthday

reshidei, also into birthday & nice bromance

hunter x hunter

killua

kurapika

possibly shoot

jujutsu kaisen

inumaki

yuuji

possibly megumi

itafushi, whatever's the ship name for inumaki and okkotsu

katekyo hitman reborn

gokudera

possibly squalo

possibly enma

8059 owns my soul, also into d18, 3318, xs, 2700

kimetsu no yaiba

sanemi

kuroko no basket

takao

kasamatsu

possibly aomine

possibly akashi

possibly kuroko

midotaka, kikasa, aokise, aokaga, kagakuro, akafuri

kyoukai no kanata

hiroomi

mo dao zu shi

jin ling

jiang cheng

naruto

neji

gaara

iruka

possibly shikamaru

no.6

nezumi

noragami

yato

just keep it platonic here y’all

one piece

zoro

law

crew as family + zosan, lawlu

prince of tennis

akaya

shishido

promare

lio

shaman king

ren

sk8

cherry

miya

matchablossom, platonic everything

soul eater

soul

stein

kid

akane

yowamushi pedal

arakita

makishima

shinara, fukuara, toumaki, tadomaki, also family dynamics

yuri!!! on ice

yurio

otayuri, also skate dads

zankyou no terror

nine

cartoons

avatar

zuko

young justice

dick

tv shows

the 100

murphy

raven

murphamy, spacekru

shadowhunters

magnus

mcu

tony

matt

[snowflakechallenge]

2020 SNOWFLAKE INTRODUCTION

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[janiedean]

fic writer tag game

tagged by @randomingoftherandomness ty!!!

AO3 name: janie_tangerine

Fandoms: asoiaf/got (currently active regularly), the witcher (sticking to reading/writing fic for now but I’m planning on being somewhat active in that sense), dark tower/iron fist/bastille day/deadwood (not active because there’s no audience at any given time for three of them and with IF I need to be in the mood but like... I can become active in a moment if there’s the need xD), spn/lost/mcu that’s not IF/tvd (probably not going there anymore but it’s been a nice ride and might revisit I MEAN I REVISITED WITH TVD SO), various others I can write for occasionally which are all on the fandoms and ships page

Number of fics: 477 on ao3 but if I crossposted the lost/spn fic I have on lj that I still haven’t managed to import we’d be at 600 at least not counting the stuff I wrote on tumblr that I should crosspost but eh a lot

Fic I spent the most time on: lmao some flowers bloom dead, that’s because I still haven’t finished it

Fic I spent the least time on: anything under 2k was probably written in twenty minutes tops

Longest fic: sticking to ao3, in the darkness on the edge of town (asoiaf, jb, 102k hahahahahahaha)

Shortest fic: in which Robert Baratheon really, really hates pigeons (asoiaf, robert & ned + ned/cat, 568 words)

Most hits: I'll be the frosting to your cupcake, wench (asoiaf, jaimebrienne) which is at 54431 and I’m still in complete awe of it

Most kudos: five people who didn’t believe Ned Stark for one second about Jon’s paternity and one who did (asoiaf, ned + jon + various others) which is at 3437 and I’m honestly flattered that many people found it that funny xD

Most comment threads: and give all the love that you have in your soul (asoiaf, jaimebrienne + jonc/rhaegar & omc) at 216, understandable as it was like eight chapters spread over six months of me agonizing over how much I hate writing timetravel XD

Most bookmarks: more like the man you were meant to be (asoiaf, jb + jaime & cat, jaime & jon, jaime & ned & various others) at 1367 which I’m v. glad about that fic fluff I’m 100% proud of xD.

Total word count:  3806645 (with good peace of everyone who ever told me I was snobbish towards fanfic back in the day xD)

Favourite fic I wrote: I don’t wanna pick favorites because honestly they’re all my children but if I had to pick one it’s in the darkness on the edge of town for various reasons which we can sum up in I wouldn’t change a word of it and that usually doesn’t happen X°D

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: there’s a few I’ve wanted to sequel and I def. need to finish sfbd (one day) but like atm your best bet is that I’m going to add part three to that series I somehow started where geralt likes wearing dresses and more opera singers au xD rewrite... not really because I don’t have the patience for it, if I don’t like something enough to share/I know I can rewrite it I don’t post it xD

Share a bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on:

I haven’t technically written shit these last two days and I should rectify but for sharing ideas... I need to do part four and five of her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you ie the jaimebrienne witcher fusion as in I need to find a way to rework the last wish so I can have yennefer!catelyn in it with some sense and I also want to have pod being the resident child surprise but I can’t have it like in canon for obvious reasons so I’m still plotting, also AGAIN I SHOULD FINISH SFBD AND THE TARG TELENOVELA NOW IF ONLY MY CRACK MUSE CAME BACK FOR GOOD (but for the targ telenovela it’s all on here under its tag lol) and I could do a bit more of the soulmates hearts thing but I should see, anyway since I want to give you a WIP too let me see ah well have part of the next sfbd chapter that has been in the works since nanowrimo 2018 which one day I’ll hopefully finish kdslg have at it

“Lannister,” Robb interrupts, “I think everyone knows. If you want to say he’s your son —”

“Fair, fair. Well, before I left, he wasn’t… relishing his position, so to speak,” he sighs. “Actually, he was downright hating it. Cersei pretty much always ignored his existence but now she can’t, of course, since she thinks she can rule through him, and as much as she never really let me near him if not for the bare necessary…”

“She didn’t?”

“She figured someone might have asked starting questions if I had any relationship with any of them,” he says, and now he sounds bitter, as if he rues having let her. “I — he really has no stakes in this war and he didn’t even want that position.” He takes in a breath. “The lady and I, we might have discussed what to do after this is over.”

“What’s your plan?”

“Going back to her island for a while, take a well-deserved rest, and other things that you really don’t need to get concerned about. But I was wondering, after we’re done in King’s Landing, would you be amenable to send Tommen there if we come with you to the Wall, until we come back?” He’s staring at Robb with tired green eyes that for once don’t seem to be making fun at him or anyone. “I know it would mean —”

“I don’t think it’s undoable,” Robb tells him, if anything because he can hear that he sounds as if his sister didn’t let him have a relationship with Tommen, maybe he wants to, and if he wants to bring him to Tarth where he’s supposed to go following the woman he loves or so it seems, it’s not hard to imagine why he’s asking this. “He’s young and he hasn’t been anything like Joffrey as far as we know, we can just say that if he gives up any claim on the throne he can go with you, as you would be his closest relative willing to house him, and I highly doubt a Targaryen king would want you in his guard. But you were planning to leave it anyway, weren’t you?”

“His Grace is very perceptive,” Lannister says, sounding relieved. “Very well then. I — thank you,” he says, and then he turns on his back and leaves the room as well.

Robb sure as the seven hells had not foreseen this turn of events, but he’s not going to be the person complaining about it.

“If he is thanking you I guess anything might happen at this point,” Theon says after neither of them speaks for a long moment, and Robb has to laugh at that, some. It was funny, after all.

aaand tagging let’s see @lodessa @lordhellebore @vanessawolfie @uniwolfwerecorn @myrxellabaratheon and if you’re a fic writer and wanna do it consider yourself tagged u__u

[blackwood4stucky]

WIP Game ♡

rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence / excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Tagged by @gyokujyn 🩶

My word is TWIST

Snippets below the cut...

T - snippet from do you trust me with your scars enough to show me your heart (chapter 2)

The moon was quite full as he gazed into the sky. It was weird though. There was a peculiar crimson tint to that ball of light. It was in this moonlight that his skin seemed to itch less and that the burning decreased to a simmer. He became aware of that beloved aroma of peaches and spiced rum then. It made him turn toward the apartment across the way. He could see through the glass of an open window and into a room that almost mirrored his own. In it was Bucky lying prone on his bed looking directly at him. There was glimmer in his eyes that had Steve tripping over his feet to get across the space between them. He knew that look. Never had he been so grateful for the apartment between his and Bucky’s. It was just high enough that he could use it cross the distance whenever he felt the urge to visit with Bucky. He felt that urge often. He only used the front door to be respectful of his best friend’s parents. The simmer beneath his skin, that was steadily building at the look in Bucky’s eyes, had him caring very little about the proper way of doing things now.           With the crimson light shining down on him from the moon, Steve stole across the distance that separated him from his Bucky. He crept through the window and almost groaned at the overwhelming scent that made up Bucky in bloom. Taking in his surroundings, he noticed the bowl of bone broth sitting on the bedside table. The low whines coming from the bed are what made him scramble over. “Stevie.” Bucky’s voice was reedy with want.

W - this is an untitled fic that came to me while working on venom!steve

What if the asset kidnaps Steve during the great search for Bucky Barnes...

That's all I've got on that so far lmfao

I - snippet from those that live between sunset and moonrise from the blade of nightshade, be my strength not my ruin series

          “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” The sound of the vampire’s chuckles scent shivers down his spine, Bucky valiantly tried to keep his body from betraying him but failed. He could only be grateful that the blond didn’t comment on it.           “I asked if you were all right.” The vampire was still clutching his hand. The way those cool fingers felt lightly caressing the burns caused even more slick to leak into his pants. Bucky was too outdone with his body’s responses. Never has he ever had such a strong reaction like this to anyone. “That seems like quite the burn.”           “It— it doesn’t hurt too bad,” Bucky said, internally berating himself for stuttering.            “So, Dr. Barnes—           “How do you know my name?” He questioned the vampire, hastily stepping back only to collide with the table, dropping his bag in the process.           “You’re wearing your Isipho Industries badge,” the blond said steadying him. “I’ve got to say, I’m surprised to see they hired anyone on, are you new?”           “Hardly,” Bucky scoffed as he put more space between the two of them, the tome in his bag momentarily forgotten on the ground. “I’ve been working at II for about a few years now.”           “Ahh, I must be out of touch then. I recently moved back to the city and haven’t really caught up on any affairs from the professional world just yet.”           “You live here too?”           A wry grin pulled at the corners of Steve’s lips as he nodded. “Yeah, I’m in Flatbush.”           “Oh,” Bucky smiled nervously in return. “I’m over there too.”           Steve hummed in surprised. “I’m really intrigued now, an omega witch in Flatbush. A scientist at II no less. They’re such an exclusive company, one of my colleagues applied for a position but was turned down in favor for someone else.”           “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Did they find another job?” Bucky asked.           “They did, and they’re very happy at Pym Tech.”           “That’s good then.” Bucky looked past his vampire companion to see Jack eyeing the two of them suspiciously and sighed. Jack was a nosy sonovabitch and he wouldn’t put it past the guy to say anything to the coven about what he saw today. The last thing he needed was a chance meeting with a random vampire out in the open to be hot gossip straight off the press.           “I was wondering, would you mind indulging my curiosity by joining me for lunch?”           Bucky was taken aback by the question. He couldn’t quite believe that a vampire was asking a witch out like this. It was unheard of, and in public no less. It was against certain outdated rules that he didn’t bother to heed, but definitely didn’t think he would have a chance to break. The smile that graced the blond’s features wasn’t menacing but it did promise many things that the slick pooling in his underwear and his omega hindbrain definitely liked the idea of. He could even see a hint of sharp teeth as they peeked from the vampire’s lips.           “I have plans, sorry.” He looked down at his watch and thanked his lucky stars that his lunch break truly was nearly over. “I’m late for them now, actually. If you’ll excuse me.”           He was about to reach down and pick up the tome when the vampire beat him to it. The blonde handed it to him and, for a moment, their hands touched. Looking up, he could see the blond tense his jaw before putting his hand in his pocket. Bucky could have sworn that he saw something on the vampire’s palm and quirked his brow in question. Before he could attempt to ask, the blond produced a business card. It read Dr. Steven Grant Rogers with an impressive list of letters behind his name.           “I’ll see you around, Dr. Barnes.”

S - snippet from the burning embers of a dying world series prequel aka stucky dune au

Steve stands at the cliff’s edge, witnessing the ships rising from the crystalline waters of Vanaheim and into the starry skies, he can’t help but think of a time when life was much simpler.

T - snippet of from what i've tasted of desire, i hold with those who play with fire aka dark twilight x stucky au

The sensation of his stomach swooping as the plane begins its descent pulls Bucky’s attention away from the open window and onto the filled page. The drawing etched onto the parchment had been transformed into the likeness of the fine line tattoo inked onto his skin. Delicate strokes mimic the lace of a garter belt. Harsh segments and bold shading depict the tale of a blade carved from bone, gifted to him by his bunǎ. It’s the barely there shadows below a cross and beads that remind him of rosaries. Bucky doesn’t understand his own fascination with them but he has drawn them ever since he can remember. It was only fitting that he had them memorialized on his flesh.

The excerpt is inspired by this photo. "Bunǎ" is grandmother in Romanian.

no pressure tags: @ellethespaceunicorn

Your word is DARK

[blackwood4stucky]

I shouldn't be watching a discovery of witches knowing it's gonna make we wanna get back to my fic series I started drafting a year ago. Mind you, I've got too many ideas now 😭 Maybe I can write like 1k here and there whenever the mood strikes so this au doesn't fall by the wayside again. Cuz that 1st chapter?? Oooof, too good. Here's a teaser I posted recently.

[blackwood4stucky]

those that live between sunset and moonrise

summary: After being honorably discharged and awarded a Purple Heart for his military service, Dr. James “Bucky” Barnes returns to the world of academia. Despite being accepted as a male omega and scientist while working at Isipho Industries, he finds that there is still something missing from his life and turns inward to confront the witchblood that runs through his veins.

other fics in the series

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Here's a snippet from chapter 1 😮‍💨

All of a sudden, harsh winds began whipping inside of the cafe. Bucky's vision started to blur as the black ink of the words seeped into his eyes. The world faded to a stygian darkness for moment before whiting out with the intensity of the sun. His heart seemed to be in agreement with his head at the possibility of losing his sight as it almost beat out of his chest in fear. He reached out blindly for the book that still laid in its place on the table and placed his flesh hand on the open page. His vision came back slowly and when it did, he could see the inky black lines on his skin retreating onto the parchment. When the last of the words were finally back where they should be, a jolt of electricity seared through his palm. It traveled up his flesh arm, causing his muscles to spasm and his metal limb to ache like it did in the bitter cold of the winter. His heart seemed to be working in overtime, pumping charged blood to his extremities. His body, his entire being was reacting wildly, it was like he had encountered a curse and accidentally set it off or something. Snatching his hand back, he watched in bewilderment as the book closed on its own. Cradling his hand, he looked down to see a peculiar symbol burned into his flesh. Circular shaped objects within each other seemed to be etched into the palm of his hand, three of them. Alarmed by the sight, he shook his head. He was baffled by the whole situation. What could any of this possibly mean?

[blackwood4stucky]

rebirth | aspen blackwood

a poetic remix of The Demon & the Wolf by @eternalnoirethevampire for her discord event!

An unofficial offering for my all souls x mcu fusion au series, blade of nightshade, be my strength not my ruin!

The heavens had split open

as illumination streamed through the crack

in the skies

Of lilac and teal, of vermilion and cerulean,

the divine brought forth new life

Darkness and light cover thee,

the purest form of love

has thou been conceived

Only in the land of endless night shall thy home

be made, parted from thy begetters where

the midnight sun never sets.

A blessing on this babe, thy path is forever marked

Oh shadow princess, oh quicksilver,

why doth thou hide?

Your place is amongst the rivers,

between sunset and moonrise.

read on ao3 and sqwa

[blackwood4stucky]

tell me a lie to keep me in line, you swear it's a sign but it's the tortured who rise | aspen blackwood

series: blade of nightshade, be my strength not my ruin

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu

🅼 | word count: 2,336 | complete

tags: all souls x mcu fusion, pre-stucky, steve-centric, omegaverse, paranormal creatures, body horror-adjacent, bucky barnes-implied

A tale of struggle and pride, desire and blood, longing and suffering, and the discovery of a witch.

bingo fills + event prompts

@badthingshappenbingo | I have your loved one

@fandombingo: mcu card | free space

@fandombingo: rpf card | sidhe

@fandom-free-bingo: flight edition | betrayal, passing out from pain, torture

@fandom-free-bingo: valentine’s edition | alternate - omegaverse au

febuwhump | alt: 6 - immortality

@multifandom-flash: round 3 [3013] | blinded by rage

@stuckybingo [5080] | b3: skinny steve + amethyst [february prompt]

snippet: “The day I presented as an alpha was one that was rejoiced throughout the village. The sickly, little asshole I had become known as, had finally become a man… My mother and father certainly never warned me of the pain that I would have to endure to become one of them…”

read: ao3 | ffn | sqwa

mini playlist

bucky’s prequel

[blackwood4stucky]

all the fire that ever burned you has turned you into gold | aspen blackwood

series: blade of nightshade, be my strength not my ruin

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu

🅼 | word count: 3,560 | complete

tags: all souls x mcu fusion, pre-stucky, bucky-centric, omegaverse, paranormal creatures, body horror-adjacent, steve rogers-implied

A tale of transformation and acceptance, battle and frustration, fear and blood, devastation and reconciliation, rehabilitation and a hope for the future.

bingo fills

@anyfandomdarkbingo | crying themselves to sleep 

@afgomegaversebingo | free space

@badthingshappenbingo | cramping

@buckybarnesbingo round 5 | y5: brand new me [b098]

@fandom-free-bingo: frosty edition | ambushed, hallucination, shivering

@stuckybingo | b5: au - a/b/o [5080] + new job [january prompt]

snippet: “Being born with an abnormal amount of space between by balls and my asshole had never actually bothered me. What bothered me was what such a space implied… the possibility that I would present as an omega…”

read: ao3 | ffn | sqwa

mini playlist

steve's prequel

[blackwood4stucky]

the living dead | aspen blackwood

a poetic remix of The Scoundrel & the Gloved Princess by @eternalnoirethevampire for her discord event!

another unofficial offering for my all souls x mcu fusion au series, blade of nightshade, be my strength not my ruin!

The blood that pumps through

thy veins begot the rage that burns bright, a blaze

A cruel mistress is she, time

has always been life’s greatest foe

Blade of time, a lancing ache

immortality, a solitary curse

Kept away from those held dear as the veil closes

suffering long as consciousness fades with the seasons

Slumber sinks into pale, Irish flesh

ripping the future away with the sting of death

Loss presented like a gift, such permanence

The hour of wakefulness escapes like a hare

Time has no respect for those that grieve

Passion with no place to go

But what is grief, if not love persevering?

An eternity spent without someone to love

Oh time, suffering the sting of absent love for centuries

When will salvation be granted

Yearning to uncover these mysteries, there is desire in released serenity

Oh liquid fire, oh sunshine and air,

why do you push away thy metaled moon?

Do this and it will be your doom.

read on ao3 and sqwa

[snowflakechallenge]

Introduction

The Snowflake Challenge is about reminding ourselves why we choose to be part of fannish communities, and embracing what being part of that community means to us, and celebrating who we are. It’s about celebrating our specialness and our talents and what it is that makes each one of us amazing. ~Kiki_eng Welcome to Fandom Snowflake Challenge 2019! If you’re a veteran Snowflake participant, welcome back; if this is your first year, welcome aboard! All of your mods, old and new, are excited to be bringing you a new round of challenges. Hi. My name is wendelah1 and this will be my third year as a moderator. For me, the entire holiday season is a source of stress rather than joy, let alone peace on earth. I am looking forward to the return of The Fandom Snowflake Challenge more than ever. Participating helps me recharge my fannish batteries for the year to come. Each day from January 1-15, we will post a fannish challenge. Some will be simple. The first challenge will be to tell us about your happy place, what brings you joy. Some will be a little more complicated. Sometimes you'll post in your own journal and drop a link in the challenge post. Sometimes all you'll have to do is say, "I did it!" in the comment section of that particular day's post. By the way, you never have to unlock your posts. Just comment to let us know that you completed the day's challenge and we're good. This is meant to be a low stress challenge, not a soul-killing endurance test. You only do the challenges you choose, the ones you feel comfortable doing. We aren't keeping track, and we aren't going to issue a failing grade if you don't complete a challenge. Of course, the goal is to stretch your limits—that's why it's called a challenge—but not to the point of breaking! We're supposed to be having fun here. The The Fandom Snowflake Challenge is for everyone: all fandoms, all media, and all platforms; fandoms of one or ten thousand and one or something in between. You can be focused only on canon, or prefer alternative universes. You can ship real people, strictly fictional characters, or some combination of the two. You don't have to ship anyone at all. I'm a gen person myself. Fandom itself can be your fandom. For the purposes of this challenge, a fanwork is defined as all creative endeavors for a fandom. This can be everything from meta to fic writing to picspamming to hosting a comment-ficathon to running a challenge. Yes to vidding and podficcing and reccing and pretty much anything you can think of. Do we want your crafts, your knitted Wonderwoman dolls, repurposed rubber duckies, and MCU finger puppets? Bring 'em on! Do you write promo posts for your favorites? Fantastic. Star Wars quote lists, Touhou Project wiki entries, Trek canon guides, Lost time-lines, X-Files episode recaps and/or action movie reviews? Excellent. Gifsets. Graphics. Fanart. Yes, yes and yes. Concert write-ups. Filking. Icons. Hello Kitty/Star Trek fusion tattoo designs. Yes, please. The bottom line is this: if you spent your valuable time and emotional energy creating it, it fits under the general heading of "fanwork." Although The Fandom Snowflake Challenge is being hosted on DW, if you don't have an account there, please feel free to comment anonymously and sign your (fan)name. You can also sign in with OpenID, which allows you to use your LJ (and other platform) credentials to comment. We want everyone to be able to participate, regardless of where you hang your fandom hat: LJ or DW, dA or Mibba, FanFiction.net or AO3, mailing lists or old-school BBS. If you are on Tumblr, you can add @snowflakechallenge. If you're on Twitter, add 2019challenge. Come one, come all to Fandom Snowflake Challenge. Tomorrow the master post for 2019 will be sticky-posted to the top of the community to help us navigate this year's challenges. One more thing. This challenge is about celebrating fandom itself and the awesome people in it. One way we can do that is by interacting with each other. Every time you visit the journal of a fellow participant and comment on what they're sharing, you are helping to create this community. Fandom is about love: love of books and writers, movies and actors, music and musicians, comics and their creators, etc., but it's also about being with and appreciating other fans, and letting them know they matter. Think of The Fandom Snowflake Challenge as a 15 day love meme to Fandom. Go forth and spread the love!

[snowflakechallenge]

Introduction 

The Snowflake Challenge is about reminding ourselves why we choose to be part of fannish communities, and embracing what being part of that community means to us, and celebrating who we are. It’s about celebrating our specialness and our talents and what it is that makes each one of us amazing. – kiki_eng Welcome to Fandom Snowflake Challenge 2018! If you’re a veteran Snowflake participant, welcome back; if this is your first year, welcome aboard! All of your mods, old and new, are excited to be bringing you a new round of challenges. Hi. My name is wendelah1 and this is my second year as a moderator. For me, the entire holiday season is a source of stress rather than joy, let alone peace on earth. This past year was one long ordeal, both personally and politically. Now that January is nearly upon us, I am looking forward to the return of snowflake_challenge more than ever. Participating allows me to recharge my fannish batteries for the year to come. Each day from January 1-15, we're going to post a fannish challenge. Some will be simple. The first challenge will be to tell us why you're participating in snowflake_challenge. Some will be a little more complicated. Just follow the instructions to complete the challenge. Sometimes you'll post in your own journal and drop a link in the challenge post. Sometimes all you'll have to do is say, "I did it!" in the comment section of that particular day's post. By the way, you never have to unlock your posts. Just comment to let us know that you completed the day's challenge and we're good. This is meant to be a low stress challenge, not a soul-killing endurance test. You only do the challenges you choose for yourself, the ones you feel comfortable doing. We aren't keeping track, and we aren't going to issue a failing grade if you don't complete a challenge. I got stalled out last year on number 13 myself (I can't remember why). Of course, the goal is to stretch your limits—that's why it's called a challenge—but not to the point of breaking! We're supposed to be having fun here. The snowflake_challenge is for everyone: all fandoms, all media, and all platforms; fandoms of one or ten thousand and one or something in between. You can be focused only on canon, or prefer alternative universes. You can ship real people, strictly fictional characters, or some combination of the two. You don't have to ship anyone at all. I'm a gen person myself. Fandom itself can be your fandom. For the purposes of this challenge, a fanwork is defined as all creative endeavors for a fandom. This can be everything from meta to fic writing to picspamming to hosting a comment-ficathon to running a challenge. Yes to vidding and podficcing and reccing and pretty much anything you can think of. Do we want your crafts, your knitted Wonderwoman dolls, repurposed rubber duckies, and MCU finger puppets? Bring 'em on! Do you write promo posts for your favorites? Fantastic. Star Wars quote lists, Touhou Project wiki entries, Trek canon guides, Lost time-lines, X-Files episode recaps and/or action movie reviews? Excellent. Gifsets. Graphics. Fanart. Yes, yes and yes. Concert write-ups. Filking. Icons. Hello Kitty/Star Trek fusion tattoo designs. Yes, please. The bottom line is this: if you spent your valuable time and emotional energy creating it, it fits under the general heading of "fanwork." Although snowflake_challenge is being hosted on DW, if you don't have an account here, please feel free to comment anonymously and sign your (fan)name. You can also sign in with OpenID, which allows you to use your LJ (and other platform) credentials to comment. We want everyone to be able to participate, regardless of where you hang your fandom hat: LJ or DW, Tumblr or Twitter, dA or Mibba, FanFiction.net or AO3, mailing lists or old-school BBS. Come one, come all to Fandom Snowflake Challenge. Tomorrow the master post for 2018 will be sticky-posted to the top of the community to help us navigate this year's challenges. An introduction to this year's moderators is also in the works. One more thing. An important reason for this challenge is to celebrate fandom itself and the awesome people in it. One way we can do that is by interacting with each other. Some of the challenges are designed to make it easy: leaving feedback on fanworks, creating a love meme, and so on. The other way we can do that is to read individual posts and comment on them. Fandom is about love: love of books and writers, movies and actors, music and musicians, comics and their creators, etc., but it's also about being with and appreciating other fans, and letting them know they matter. 

Think of snowflake_challenge as a 15 day love meme to Fandom. Go forth and spread the love!

[blackwood4stucky]

Damn. I'm on season 2 episode 2 (for the umpteenth time, I deadass have watched the whole show at least 4 times) and the witches accepting Diana brought literal tears to my eyes bro. I write dark shit but I'm still a sensitive lil baby at times 😅

I shouldn't be watching a discovery of witches knowing it's gonna make we wanna get back to my fic series I started drafting a year ago. Mind you, I've got too many ideas now 😭 Maybe I can write like 1k here and there whenever the mood strikes so this au doesn't fall by the wayside again. Cuz that 1st chapter?? Oooof, too good. Here's a teaser I posted recently.