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Bloodthirsty Chapter 4

Another Day, Another Impossible Mission

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 4:17 PM. Fuck. Tony was going to track you down if you were late. The bind you were in would have been funny had it been any other day but the weight of your existence was grating your nerves as it happens. You were wondering how long it would be before the council found you. The existence of vampires was to never reach the light of day and yet you were walking a tightrope with the work you enjoyed. 

　 

"Listen dude, I don’t have time for this pissing contest. Tell the council I can come next week, no sooner availability in my schedule at the moment," You sass the wrinkly, old bastard. 

　 

"I don’t care how old you are, bitch, The Order gave specific instructions for me to bring you back with me and I won’t be punished for your insolence," the man all but sneered at you. 

　 

"The Order? That’s what they’re calling themselves now? Sounds a bit pompous, don’t ya think," you grin wickedly as you subtly prepare for his so called "sneak attack". Taking a step to the side, slowly running your fingers through your hair to distract from the movement, you catch him slightly shifting his body weight. You play it casual, as if you haven’t noticed what he’s done. Fucking newborns. Always so easy to manipulate. Makes it boring, if anything. 

　 

"I don’t have time for this," he hisses and lunges, immediately going for the obvious kill. You sidestep and easily dodge the mindless attack while faking a yawn. 

　 

"I’m surprised you’re this stupid. I work with the Avengers dumbass, I’m also much older than you," the newborn idiot just stared at you in anger. He obviously had something to prove, to himself and to the council. 

　 

"They’re going to kill you, aren’t they?" You slant your head taking in his scruffy and disheveled appearance, "You haven’t passed the trials yet either." 

Interesting, the council’s making vampires and having them do the dirty work on the backend. Fucking figures why they didn’t send the formal summons, this was a test. The kid doesn’t stand a chance when he lunges towards you this time. Darting past his left side, you grab his throat and slam him onto the cement. 

"I’ll make it quick, youngling," you flash him a toothy grin as his eyes widen one last time and rip his heart out of his chest. A permanent death for the undead as it would seem. 

　 

Well, that took longer than expected. 4:45PM. Now, you were going to have to run across town in your blood stained boots. That’s not suspicious at all. And knowing Tony, he most likely had his suit tracking nearby activity which means if you came in all super speedy, the suit would blast you faster than you could run. 

"Fuck," You hiss in pain as you touch your side, red staining your hand. Little runt got you after all. That means you’ll need to feed sooner, to gain your strength back after your body stitched itself back together. Taking a moment to gather your thoughts, you remember the council’s pet came by motorbike. Fucking fantastic! You don’t even notice a pair of green eyes following you as you take off towards the meeting spot. 

　 

A cloud of green smoke reveals Loki, his tall form emerging from the dark corner he was watching from. A thousand thoughts race through his brilliant mind at what he just witnessed. Vampires were real, and this mortal, rather immortal was one of these creatures. Figures that the first lady he took interest in on Midgard was a dead woman. If what he knew of the night dwelling creatures was correct then could this tiny immortal woman be a threat to the team?  

Shaking his head as if to clear them from his head completely, he wonders why he cares. Why did he even spare a moment of thought on this woman? Was it because she was a Midgardian monster, a title that he shared on Asgard?  Too many questions with little to no answers. How infuriating this dull, little planet can be. Now he definitely needed to speak with Lady Oriya of New Orleans. There was no stalling the matter.

Gathering his magic and preparing to teleport, Loki pauses as another creature's presence appears as if they had magic as well. Loki masks himself into the dark corner where he had hidden before but it doesn’t seem to fool the imbecile before him.

“Show yourself, shadow dweller!” The Midgardian shouts to the empty air around him. As Loki steps out of the shadows, the creature before him cautiously eyes the Asgardian, assessing the fine garments the prince was wearing.

“Not many can sense my presence, I’m impressed albeit a little surprised,” Loki says while bowing graciously, accepting that he miscalculated the creature’s abilities and he wouldn’t make that mistake again.

“Another god on Earth, I’m sure you have better places to be than snooping around dark alleys,” The pale skinned man all but hisses at the god. Loki ignores the malice dripping from his voice and pauses to recollect his thoughts. Obviously this was a trap, a test of some sort against y/n. What the nature of the test was, still unclear in Loki’s sharp mind, but he would figure it out soon enough. Too many missing variables made the situation even more frustrating. 

“In fact I do,” Loki bows once more politely, and walks back towards the shadows he came from.

“It would do you well to forget whatever you saw, none of your concern, after all,” The man says just as Loki had melted back into the shadows, barely missing the sharp fangs extending from the creature’s mouth. 

The feel of the wind in your hair is the only reprieve you find from riding this crotch rocket. You were hurt, hungry, and hauling ass to get to the meeting spot. You almost didn’t catch that there was a tracker on this bike but you’d worry about that shortly. You could throw them a bone for a short time but you’d have to take it out before you left. It’s 5:07PM as you pull onto the street where the burger joint stands. You can see Tony eyeing the bike and your appearance as you park alongside the curb where he is standing. Hopping off the bike you walk up and place your order, not like you actually needed it. 

“You look rough peanut,” Tony starts with a concerned yet slightly amused expression. 

“It’s been a long day,” You deadpan then grin as you punch Tony’s shoulder, careful to do it gently enough so you didn’t hurt him. Walking a little ways to the side where the vendor couldn’t overhear your conversation, Tony makes short work of your confession.

“I know you're a witch,” He spits out quickly as if he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Wrong, I’m a vampire,’’ You say quietly, but just as quickly hoping he wouldn’t catch what you just admitted to him. He doesn’t say anything at all, just stands there with wide doe eyes and mouth open like a barn door. You both stand there, not speaking for a few minutes, until the silence is broken by Eddie calling out your orders.

This is the first time that Tony Stark has ever been quiet for this amount of time. It’s strange and unsettling but you can see the gears working overtime in his mind. For a few minutes, he opens his mouth to say something but immediately closes it. Honestly you were expecting a joke or a loud reaction, anything other than this silence you were sitting in. Taking a bite out of your hamburger seems to be the trigger for the oncoming reaction. 

“Wait, so do you really need to eat human food or do you need to eat human food,” He pauses for a moment and then it’s like everything hits at once.

“Doyoubitepeoplewristsandnecksordoyoustealbloodbagshowdoyoustayoutinthesunlightareyouactuallydea-,’’ He only stops because you put your hand over his mouth, muffling the onslaught of questions. Giving him a stern look you release your grip on his face, slowly looking around and assessing the area you shake your head and look at Tony once more.

“It’s not safe here, come on, I promise no harm will come to you,” You say half pleading with him to believe and trust you. He doesn’t make a sound as you pull him to the motorbike you brought, only eyeing it suspiciously. You take a second and locate what you’re looking for, a small tracker under the side paneling. Figuring you only had a few minutes to get out of there discreetly before the lurker caught on to what was happening, you get on the bike and Tony follows without persuasion. It surprises you considering he’s just learned you were a blood sucking creature. 

Taking off as quickly and safely as possible, you head towards the docks to help mask both of your scents, as a tracker was following the bike, they most likely had your scent. You can’t ride as fast as you usually did with a human passenger so you’re at a minor disadvantage with Tony on your back. Looking back you make out a small blur at the burger stand you just left. Hopefully Eddie would be okay, he had a knack for avoiding danger since he dodged the 2012 fight in New York without a scratch on his cart.

Luckily, with a headstart and the dock's stinky fish smell masking your scents the tracker can’t seem to lock onto y’alls scents. Ducking into an overhang, you let Tony off and push the bike into an opening on the side of the box crate.

“Follow me, we need to lay low and yes, Tones, you can ask your questions,” You say while Tony follows you into the small opening.

“You know, I don’t think OSHA would approve of this,” He quips sarcastically, pushing his blue tinted glasses on top of his head. Throwing your head back while laughing you shake your head in disbelief.

“You’re worried about OSHA’s safety standards while you're with a vampire, talk about priorities!” The insane notion that he could trust you is barely hanging on by a thread. Maybe he only stayed with you this long because he wanted to dissect you. 

“You’re still my friend y/n, vampire or not. Of course, I do have a thousand questions that need answering, I still trust you. You’ve saved my ass, not to mention the team’s ass so many times how could we turn our backs on you?” He looks at you as if you have three heads, the idea that he would hate or be disgusted by you makes him upset.

“Shh, Tony. Wa-”

“No, you ne-” He is cut off by your hand again, you give him the look to ensure he’ll be quiet.

Listening closely you hear the tracker walking by the crates and sniffing. He wasn’t going to have much luck over here, especially while the wind wasn’t blowing down here, as there was no draft for him to pick up on. Your plan seems to work, as you don’t hear him sniffing around the crates anymore. An internal sigh of relief escapes you, taking a peep from your hole you don’t see him anywhere. In fact all you smell is blood, and not the human kind. Stepping out you walk to the edge of the hanger, and the sight before you is gruesome. 

A bloody heart is several feet away from you, as is the body of a vampire. Blood is everywhere, you can’t see much else. Looking up, you see a black haired man dressed in green and gold with a bloody hand, his chest heaving as he looks up at you.

“He was following you, so I figured now was a good time to repay my debt.”

[vampworks]

Satisfaction

Loki x Vampire! Reader

MINORS DNI

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Blood, Vampirism, Smut, language, angst

A/n: the first bit of spice I've written and omg I don't know how to feel about it. Anyway, vampires ima right?

Stalking the halls of the tower, I never felt so lonely until now. The thirst has all but consumed my nights. Sleep had long since been completely off the table as the hunger set in, leaving me with a pair of red eyes and a screaming pit in my core, slowly haunting the same rooms I used to run through with a smile.

Today’s failed mission flashes through my head as I pass the kitchen. Creeping into cabinets and the fridge as I remember the sheer joy ripped away from me as my “meal” escaped. I slammed it shut and heard Steve lecture me on discipline on the jet all over again. It’s like he actually wants me to starve. After all of Bruce’s testing and the grueling rules, my insides seem to rip and tear within me. This was my chance to finally feel even remotely full. All of nothing.

I heard faint snores, hushed voices, and the clink and clang of metal in the lab beneath my feet. One sound rang louder than them all whether it was a blessing and a curse, the soft beat of their hearts. It brought me closer to them most nights. It reminded me that they were all okay.

I found myself silently counting the beats of Bucky's heart on the roof. It was grounding whenever I heard it. His very presence was grounding. He looked at me differently from the rest of the team like he actually understood me. I knew I’d be able to rest with him. The team was still uneasy around me because of my new 'condition' but not him. Im tempted to join him until the sound of a familiar, honeyed voice filled my ears.

"Hello, little bat." He whispered into my ear. "L..Loki," I sighed. He lets out a sly smirk as I shiver. “Out for a late-night snack?" He teased. I can hear his heartbeat slow as he pulls away, but it quickens again when my eyes meet his. “Listen, I won't play games with you tonight. I’m starving and all I can hear in this damn tower is blood rushing through my veins, so please let me just wander around in peace.” I placed my hand on his chest to push him away, but he held it there. His face is void of emotion, but his heart betrays him as it continues to beat rapidly. My eyes trace his sharp features down his face and fall onto his throat. The thought of sucking him dry crossed my mind. Maybe I could play his game this once.

“You’re more like me than you think.” His words brought me out of my trance. “What’s that supposed to mean.” I hissed, and his grip on my hand tightened. “It means, My pet. Neither you nor I will ever be satisfied going on like this.” He cooed. Loki’s other hand traces down my arm, only to rest on my waist. His breath grows heavy and desperate now matching the loud drum of his heart.

I want all of him now. I knew it was the hunger speaking, but I will deal with my own heart’s desires later. I could tell his heart was calling out. Begging for an embrace or at least a source of warmth. He might just be right, satisfaction always seemed just out of reach. A single eternal moment passed before I gained the strength to respond. “What do you suggest we do about that then?” my voice dripping with need as I speak. Loki’s façade of excellence was falling, but the remnants stood fast in his posture and grip on my waist.

Ever the royal gentleman, even in such desperation. He stumbles on his word for only a second before proposing an exchange of warmth. "Genius, is it not?” He stammered. I stifle a laugh “It’s brilliant, Watson.” I tease. His smile was sickeningly sweet, but his dark green eyes begged for something more. I held my breath as I pulled him into me by his collar. "Jump.” He commands. I obey and am pulled into his arms. His heart beats as if it’s a heavy drum threatening to burst through his chest. I waste no time laying kisses upon his lips and down to his throat. The sound that erupts from him is heavenly. “You are mine,” I whisper into his ear. A jolt runs through his body as he takes off into a sprint to his room with me in hand.

In a second, my back falls into his black satin sheets. He quickly crawls on top of me with his left hand, caresses my cheek, and shifts his weight onto his right hand. His knee ever so gently pushed on my inner thigh just to be closer. My own hands wrapped around his neck. My fingers tangle in his long, dark curls. I swear I hear the slightest whimper as my rings tug on a braid within them. Feverish kisses linger as if the next could not come fast enough. His lips, raw with a crimson tint, now begged for me to bite them. My fangs nip at his bottom lip as his left-hand gathers my shirt up my back. The taste isn’t nearly enough, as my senses are clouded by him.

All around me is him. His honeyed voice rings in my ear while his touch burns like fire, despite his skin feeling like ice. My mind fogs as I slip from his grasp and flip him on his back in a single swift motion. I take my seat on his lap, looking into his dark green once more. I find his eyes blown wide, staring back into my red ones as our chests chase our breath in tandem.

“Dammit, every inch of you is breathtaking.” He says in a hoarse tone as his hand takes the purchase of my waist once again. My smile widens and I grind down into him. “God, I say the same for you.” My eyes trail down to his chest as my hands slide up his arms to rest on his shoulders. “Let me be one with you… Please, my love.” He pleads. I can only nod as a whine escapes my throat. “Not quite. Use those pretty words of yours.” He commands, his hand now holding my chin up to meet his gaze. “Fuck...yes, please, I want you.” I pleaded. In a green flash, all the clothes that withhold my warmth from him are gone, leaving only the two of us in a world all our own. “Perfect little dove, all for me.”

Shadows wrapped around my aching body, soothing and teasing anywhere they could reach. They slowly lifted me onto the tip of his length. All that can be heard throughout the room is a string of curses and gasps for air from us both as he sets a ravenous pace beneath me. “Such a beautiful little thing you are, aren’t you.” He rasped. I feel his entire body tremble, and my eyes squeeze as I slam down on him repeatedly. “Good, just like that.” He praises. “Give in to me.” The two of us grew delirious in the thrill of it all as we grew closer to release. "Loki, please” I begin to beg. “Please let me taste you.” My words were barely sensical as my body ached for him. “Oh God Yes, I am yours to devour.” The shadows dissipate as I nuzzle in his chest, and his pace falters as my fangs graze and puncture his skin. I fed from him feverishly as he ruts into me, his grip on my waist is so tight leaving dark red marks in its wake. I moan in pure ecstasy at the taste and feeling.

Time stands still as we reach the very end. A flurry of moans and whimpers ring between us while satisfaction finally sets in. Tears began to fall from my eyes as the hole in my chest filled with warmth. After coming down from the high, Loki begins to unravel the two of us from the sheets. He lays me beside him, only for me to burrow into his chest once again. His arms wrapped around me, and he hummed sweet nothing into my hair.

After a moment, Loki began to lift me into the air. “While I love nothing more than to stay here with you forever, I fear we must shower, my dear.” I only respond with a muffled whine. “My apologies, my sweet. A bath, then? I fear no one is sleeping anymore anyway.”

[summerwriting]

Taking writing requests (requests currently closed)

I write x reader so here is a list of characters I’ll write stories about

Damon Salvatore (the vampire diaries )

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Sam Winchester (supernatural)

Vi (arcane)

jinx (arcane)

Bucky Barnes AKA winter soldier (marvel)

Loki Laufeyson (marvel)

Jack Frost (rise of the guardians)

Harley Quinn (DC)

James potter (Harry Potter/Marauders Era)

that is all the characters I will be taking requests for at the moment

Rules for requests I will not write smut it’s just not something I’m comfortable writing

I will only write girl x girl reader and boy x girl reader I’m sorry for the boys maybe one day I’ll write a male reader story but not any time soon sorry

some things you need to know

I haven’t watched all of the Vampire Diaries but I know a lot about it

at the moment I’m only on season three of supernatural

and I’m new to DC so if I get something wrong let me know nicely please

comment story ideas and what you want me to write and I’ll write it

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Marvel - Loki x Listener SFW Nightmare Comfort From Loki

[M4A/GF4A] [Established romantic relationship] [Nightmare comfort] [Brief mention of Loki's own trauma from being tortured by Thanos between Thor 1 and Avengers 1]

A request from one of my Patreon members. I liked the idea and was fine with making another Loki nightmare comfort... only to realise... I'd never made a Loki nightmare comfort before. That's unbelievable able to me so here one finally is.

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[theamberwriter]

Dangerous Kind of Love

Loki Laufyson x Vampire!GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Angst, maybe? Hurt/comfort? Not super what classifies, lmao

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Loki couldn’t bear to look at you. At the corner where you were forlornly slumped. Your eyes were empty, barely even a whisper of life in them. Your hair dripped with rain, but you didn’t seem to care. He didn’t either. You were sulking in the furthest possible corner from him.

No matter what he tried, Loki couldn’t seem to coax you out of your trance. You hadn’t uttered a single word to him in what felt like ages. You just sat silently, wrapped up in an oversized comforter facing the wall. One could easily mistake you for a pile of laundry.

Loki had tried making you tea. Tried offering kind words and massages. But they all fell on deaf ears. With each rejection, he felt a sharp twist in his gut. Guilt. It was chewing him raw. He figured he deserved every moment of this torture. This was all his fault, after all.

“I could’ve killed you!” you had cried at him. Your voice came out as more of a sob. “Don’t say that this is fine! I can’t lose control with you, I can’t ever let my guard down when I’m around you.”

“I’m the one at fault here,” Loki had contested. “Darling, please -”

You fervently shook your head, fists quaking at your side. “I should’ve been more careful. - I have to be careful, especially with you! Do you know how devastated I’d been if I hurt you or, gods forbid, did something worse? You may be long lived, but you are not immortal, Loki! You can still be hurt - be killed.”

Then you stormed out. It had taken Loki ages to coax you in out of the elements. Not that the icy, stinging November rain would hurt you - vampires couldn’t get hypothermia or catch cold. All it would do was wash every trace of him from your skin. Something about that cut him deeply.

How they’d even gotten here was ridiculous! Loki had been so delirious with pleasure. So intoxicated by the sounds of your moans and the taste of your skin. He didn’t think about it - he knew better. He always had to think about consequences. Still, he put his thumb in your mouth. One simple little slip. He had hardly even so much as grazed your tooth! He didn’t even feel it cut him.

But your eyes shot open and they were shining red.

You had his back shoved into the mattress before he could blink. He glanced over to see a thick red stream oozing from his thumb, a slight smudge of it down your chin. He knew immediately he fucked up.

Luckily, he was able to use his magic to keep you at bay. He kept your fangs well away from his person, and was able to stop the bleeding on his thumb. Then he set to pulling you back into your right mind. It was quite a process. But, once you were back, you cried. Then you yelled. Then you left. And when Loki brought you back in, you planted yourself in a corner. You hadn’t moved in nearly an hour.

“Darling,” Loki sighed, kneeling. Trying again to bring you out of it. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and held you close. “Why don’t you come sit with me? Hm? I’ll read to you.”

You mumbled, solemnly shaking your head. He tried gently to encourage you to your feet. You stayed steadfastly rooted to the floor. Loki would’ve found it frustrating if he wasn’t so crushed.

Loki had never seen you this bad before. You’d had small hiccups like this in the past with him. Especially when the two of you first met. You’d nearly killed him, you probably would have if not for Thor and the other Avengers. After you were a couple, you usually laughed these events off. Or spent all week apologizing, though Loki insisted you didn’t need to. You never just….shut down.

“What’s got my darling so melancholy?” he sighed. You stayed silent. “I can’t help you if you refuse to talk to me.”

Your eyes turned to Loki then. He got an uncomfortable jolt in his chest to find your irises still veined with red. They shimmered like slivers of shining rubies, tainting the natural color he loved so much. Slowly, you leaned into him. He could tell that you didn’t relax a muscle. You were stiff against him, rigid in his loving embrace.

“I want to do this,” you started hoarsely. “Without wanting to rip your throat out.”

Loki had to admit, he’d always found something absolutely tantalizing in that. That tingle of fear that laced every kiss. The knowledge that any touch could be the last. The way your hands skimmed over his skin like it was smooth glass. For once, he was being treated like he was the one who might break. He found it all so poetic.

You nudged your chilly nose against his neck. Loki was very careful not to move. Especially with the color of your eyes. These were the times he was extra careful. The times he had to be.

“How do you love me, when I could so easily end you at any moment?”

“I will be by your side until you end me or send me away,” Loki mused. “To die by your hand would be a blessing.”

You pulled away, frowning. You searched his features. He saw your eyes flicker over his face. But he had nothing to hide, not from you. His eyes held no teasing, not even a hint of a smirk on his lips. His face was open and honest, pouring out with nothing but love and adoration.

“Don’t say that,” you said quickly.

Loki took your hand, planting a gentle kiss on your palm. “We have a dangerous kind of love, pet. Should something happen, I’d happily die by your hand.”

You held his gaze. Nothing waiver in the slightest. Your face held nothing but discontent. You truly didn’t see that he was willing to lay down his life for you. That he would be more than happy if you’d decided to take it away. You were the only one he’d gratefully sacrifice himself to.

“Don’t you ever make me do that,” you whispered sternly, your eyes floating back to the wall. “I won’t spill your blood. I can’t allow - even a drop - of golden ichor to drip from your veins. I will end any person who does, even your own brother. I have spent millennia alone. I will not lose you. I will always keep you safe, even from myself. You are my bond. My Lust who’s blood drives me to the brink of insanity each day. I suffer and endure every waking moment just to be in the same room as you. - And I wish, with all my being, that it were easier. I wish I didn’t want to kill you, to drain every drop of life from you. I’m a monster, Loki. All I do is kill and hurt those who I care about most…”

You looked over at him. Your eyes widened a fraction, surprise evident as you met his crimson ones. They stared out at you from pale blue skin. Loki’s Jotun form, he hated it - but you always made sure to tell him how beautiful you found him. You placed a hand on his cool cheek, confusion evident on your face. This was the only time your bodies ran the same temperature.

“You will never ever be a monster to me, dearest. There isn’t a thing you can say or do that will make me fear you in the slightest.” Loki leaned into your touch. “But if you are a monster, then as am I. We will be monsters, together.”

You chuckled, smiling softly at him. “You’re gorgeous, darling. I see no monster before me.”

“If you were human, I’d break you,” he said, amused.

“If I were human, I would’ve died a long time ago. And each moment you sit with me wouldn’t be fraught with peril.”

Loki shrugged. “I’m sure I’d be in some kind of trouble either way - I am the god of mischief.”

You laughed, and then there was a long stretch of silence between you. But it was comfortable this time. Loki returned to his Asgardian form, taking your hand tightly.

“I am sorry, truly,” he muttered, finally. “I got carried away. I should’ve been more careful. It’s my fault. Not yours.”

You nodded. “I know. It’s not your fault either. - I’m just always so disappointed in myself when I slip.”

“If it makes you feel better - ” Loki gave the back of your hand a kiss. “- your eyes don’t glow red the second I step in the same room anymore. You’ve gotten so much better, love, I’m so proud of you.”

“Yeah,” you muttered. Loki saw a smile form on your lips. How had you not noticed? “I guess I have.”

You finally let Loki move you to the bed. You curled into his side, but got another blanket since the other one was soaked. You laid your head on his chest as he read to you. It was a book in Asgardian, so you didn’t understand it. But he knew you found it soothing all the same.

What Loki didn’t know, however, was that you made a silent vow to yourself. You’d continue working until, no matter what, you were finally always in control. You were willing to do anything for this dangerous love of yours.

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[frostironfudge]

Tenebrous - Loki (AU) - Chapter Twenty

Pairings: Vampire! Professor Loki x Fem!Reader, Bucky x Loki x Reader

Characters: Loki, Reader, Bucky Barnes, Stephen Strange, Baron Zemo, Other OCs

Warnings: 18+ minots dni, angst, witch-vampire bonds, coven dynamics, blood drinking, emotional, swearing, sm/ut, mmf, mm, mf, thre/esome, soul bonds, vamipire stuff, or/al, fing/ering

Word Count: 5.1k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics​

Chapter Nineteen || Epilogue

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Chapter Twenty: Time Will Be Immortalised

Eight Months Ago. 

They all stood at the foot of Thor’s grave. Nia placed a single flower near the headstone. Her hand pressed upon the apex, “God, Thor, did you have to be so horrible?” She grumbles. 

Loki stands solemnly between Bucky and Y/N. Her head resting against his arm and Bucky’s palm intertwined with his own. 

The vampire sighs, looking at the grave. Stephen and Emery stand a few feet behind Loki. Though he had an off feeling about the dead vampire, he had hoped this would not be the outcome. 

“He made bad choices.” Y/N reasons, Bucky wants to scoff. His displeasure at her words traverse across the steadily growing bond. Y/N’s gaze meets his blue eyes. 

“He didn’t take care of you as he had promised. Do not make excuses for his choice of actions.” Loki looks down at Y/N. 

“I—,” She begins but Bucky shakes his head. 

“Poetess, things would have been much different if he held focus upon you.” The warlock reasons. 

“He’s right, even if I did not know the truth of Loki leaving you. Thor did, I would have understood why he was being protective.” Nia stands, turning away from Thor’s grave. 

Y/N stays quiet, eyes lingering upon the headstone. 

‘Thor Odinson — brother, first love, and friend. Immortal in memory.’ 

Nia did not want to write soulmate, he didn’t deserve that title. 

“He did possess good qualities, it is a shame they were outshined by the bad.” Stephen adds, Nia joins them. 

“Any bars nearby?” She questions Loki, this was their hometown, built by them over years, most of the land owned by them. 

“In the town square there are five, Meade’s is decent, good hard liquor.” Loki chuckles as Nia grins. 

“Pretty good tab we’ll be stacking up.” Emery chuckles then looks at Y/N. 

“You okay?” They ask her, she nods in response. 

Having Emery know everything made their friendship even more strong. Y/N could tell them everything. They could ask the questions that Y/N could answer while still preserving her recovering mental health.

The bond thrums Y/N and Bucky eye Loki curiously. 

“You three go ahead, I want to take them to Mum’s resting place.” Loki gestures with his head towards the path which leads to the destination in mind.

“Very well.” Stephen intertwines his hand with Emery's, they blush. Y/N has a knowing smile upon her face. Stephen chuckles.

Emery meets her gaze, their happiness shining through the smile they harbour.

Nia checks her phone for messages from the law firm, nothing new, no fires to put out. She sighs, tucking the device back and following Stephen to the bar.

Loki, Bucky and Y/N remain back.

“I know I should have asked the two of you before—,”

“We’d like to meet her.” Y/N interrupts, quelling Loki’s nervousness.

Bucky smiles as well, “We would be honoured to meet the woman who raised our mate.” 

Loki smiles, leading them to the grave that has flowers bordering it.

“These were her favourite, we had a garden back home.” Loki touches the petals as the flowers sway in the wind. “Mother, this is Y/N and this is James, they both are my mates.”

Bucky and Y/N look at each other and then at the grave, then Loki,

“You have a wonderful son.”

“So full of love.”

Loki smiles hearing their words as he kneels placing his lips to the headstone.

“She is proud of you, you know?” Bucky adds with a smile. 

Loki nods, “I wish she could have met the two of you.”

“We wish we could have met her too.” Y/N places a palm on Loki’s shoulder. it trembles despite her best effort. 

She attempts to use the spell that would allow him to feel her embrace.

The spell spurs in and out, flickering like a broken lightbulb.

Bucky feels her frustration. Loki is about to tell Y/N that it is okay, she needs to rest. When his mother’s embrace takes over.

Y/N stares at Bucky’s warm hand placed upon her own. Eyes closed in concentration to stabilise her spell. She sighs, the inability to perform magick frustrating her to no beyond.

“Just a matter of time, you will get back to it.” Bucky whispers, peeking at her with one eye open, “Then we can have a magick battle to see who is the better spell caster.” He grins focusing back on the spell after her frown is turned into a smile.

“You both are not doing anything reckless.” Loki pipes up.

Y/N giggles, Bucky looks at her and winks, “Of course, we won’t.”

“I felt the wink, Warlock. Witchling, you better not be agreeing with him.” Loki mutters.

“Good, the bond works then.” Bucky laughs, drawing more laughter from their mate.

“Little troublemakers.” In a blur Loki has the two of them flush against him in his arms, lips brushing over their foreheads.

Seven Weeks Ago.

Y/N had avoided speaking to her quote unquote mother for as long as she could. Clark and Miles suggested she get it over with, but Sierra surprisingly told her to take her time. The moon ruled over them, as Celestials there was a bond of a higher calibre. 

Y/N purses her lips, as she trudges to Clark, moving away from where Bucky and Miles were discussing types of divination. 

“Keeping secrets?” Clark chuckles, gesturing for her to sit, she shakes her head.

“What do you know about power transferring? I read in one of the books that we can store powers in inanimate objects or other…. beings.” She keeps her gaze steady.

“Who do you want to transfer your powers to?” He places the book on the side table.  

“I’m not sure if I want to but I’d like the option open.” Y/N admits, fingers drumming against her thighs. The thoughts she was having, the aversion to magick that suddenly was thrust upon her only to take Alexander down.

It felt alien to her. Not a part of herself as it should feel. 

“Transferring is no easy feat, razor sharp focus and the person should accept your powers before the spell.” Clark writes upon a piece of paper, handing it to Y/N.

“This book is in the library, you can take it. I hope you think it through before giving away your abilities.” He regards her, knowing he was hard upon her.

“It doesn’t feel as though it is my own.” She admits out loud for the first time. Fingers run over the written words upon the paper. She sighs.

“You can work on it, as part of the coven–,”

“Am I part of it? I didn’t have a traditional initiation, I just practised and learned to protect. I know you’d save them over me.” Her words silence the High Priest.

“I will admit your journey has not been the easiest.” Clark wonders what words are correct, soothing in this situation. It doesn’t come easily to him.

“It hasn’t.” Y/N agrees, biting down on her bottom lip to stop the tears. 

Weak. The word rings across her mind.

“Giving up isn’t the way.” He advises, reaching out to place a comforting palm over her forearm.

“I’m not giving up Clark, I just, I feel disconnected. I went through so much with everything. I don’t belong in this world in this way. I can’t push myself to work with something that doesn’t seem to want me.” Y/N looks up at him, hoping he understands. 

Clark nods, “If you want to practise or have questions let me know. Learn to cloak the object you do pick. If it is another witch or warlock I suggest speaking to them first about it.” 

“Thank you.” 

Bucky’s leg bounces as he watches Y/N approach the dinner table. Loki places a gentle hand on his knee. Reassuring him silently. Two weeks after the meeting with the Celestials and things were going well for the three of them. Date nights, days, falling further in love. Exploring aspects of their bonds one on one and together. 

Things were looking further upwards and onwards for all of them. Y/N and Bucky both recovering from the traumas of the past year. Healing. 

The bonds no longer looked decaying and broken but now gleamed gold, fragments repaired. 

“You’re not going to hurt her by your decision.” Loki assures yet again, the sinking feeling Bucky has quells in the slightest when he feels the love rush across the bond. 

Y/N grins at the two, her loves, her mates. 

Recovery wasn’t an easy road in the slightest but things seemed better, felt better. She takes her place at the table. The mahogany is covered with different dishes for dinner. 

Impeccably plated and micro greens used for garnishing. 

Loki cooked, she deemed then her brows furrowed. It was Bucky’s turn to cook today, she looks up at the warlock who regards her and allows his own unease to trickle past his carefully guarded walls. 

“You can tell me… what happened?” Y/N reaches towards him, Bucky’s fingers intertwine with her own. Giving a squeeze he grounds himself. 

She had her own decision to share, but what had Bucky worried would take priority. 

Loki grasps Bucky’s other hand, “Whenever you’re comfortable.” 

Y/N squeezes Bucky’s hand, he nods. Pursing his lips and then closing his eyes. She gazes upon Loki; he offers a smile that is assuring but she notes the hint of his own anxiousness. 

“Whatever it is we’ll get through it okay? We’ve been doing so well since everything went down months ago, even the pending conversation with Moonmy.” Y/N recounts, attempting to ease their worries. 

“I have decided that I want to turn. I’m close enough to Loki’s apparent age and I think it is time.” Bucky’s words are met with happiness from his bond with Loki. The vampire is smiling at his mate.

“Oh.” The word leaves past her lips with such heartbreak her mates both lose their smiles.

“Are-are you not happy?” Bucky begins to pull his hand away from her own.

Y/N tightens her grip on his hand, “Bucky, I am happy, I just, I wanted to discuss something with you and based on your decision I don’t think what I had in mind will work out. I’m happy for you, I’m glad you’re taking this step and Loki and I both are here for you during your transition and after it.”

“What did you want to discuss?” Bucky counters, not allowing her to be dismissive. 

“It’s nothing, I–,”

“Witchling.” Loki shakes his head, “You need to share whatever it is that is bothering you, with us.”

“Exactly, Poetess. How are we to provide you with the tools necessary or be there for you in the way you need us to be there if you don’t tell us?” Bucky unlaces their intertwined fingers cupping her cheek. 

The book and her notes weigh heavy on her chest. 

Loki and Bucky exchange a glance then gaze back at their mate. Observing her internal turmoil. Watching her swallow before gesturing with her index finger for them to wait. She heads upstairs.

Loki follows her footsteps with his hearing, “Her reading room.” He watches Bucky’s brows furrow attempting to decipher what was there that had a profound impact.

“She has been in there quite a lot, I deemed it was for her return to her course.” The warlock reasons. 

Y/N returns, a thick book and notes in hand, post-its sticking out of several places and handwriting strewn across the pages haphazardly. Loki denotes the different coloured pens adding to the notes.

“I um, I was reading up on how to transfer powers.” Y/N begins placing the books and notes in front of the two. Bucky takes her notes and Loki opens the book to the first sticky tab annotation. 

“Transferring powers is not uncommon, but you will require training.” Bucky assures, “I think you will be able to do it.”

“I, um, yes, yeah, practice is required but it’s straight forward.” Y/N agrees, her fingers intertwine as she fidgets nervously. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

Bucky hums as he reads over her notes, “This is good extensive research. I’m pleased and an object that can be kept safe so that no one may steal and–, oh.”

Loki’s gaze moves from the book to the page Bucky is reading. 

‘While transferring powers to inanimate objects is the far more common and reversible practice it is not lost that a witch or warlock can provide another living being – either animal or human with their powers, provided permission is sought and the recipient of the powers is willing.’ 

‘Supernatural beings such as witches, warlocks, werewolves and vampires may be considered as recipients; this practice is lesser known and explored. It is deemed, however, to be an irreversible spell.’

Bucky’s azure eyes find Y/N’s nervous gaze. Loki gazes upon her as well. 

“Why?” The two of them ask her together. 

“I don’t feel connected to my powers… I know I did the magick when it was required but,” she looks to her warlock, “You had your initiation, a coven that cherished you as their own and not a pawn that was needed to fight battles and only trained in a manner of dire circumstance.” 

“You’ve been doing well, gaining control.” Loki counters, he feels her heartbreak before she vocalises it. Bucky winces, this wasn’t the reaction she expected or hoped for from them.

“It doesn’t matter if I’m getting better… I just, I appreciate the powers, I appreciate what flows through my veins but it’s second nature or rather basic instinct for all the other warlocks and witches I know. For me it's…” She takes a deep breath. 

“Does it feel as if it's more of a burden to you?” Bucky offers, his heart cracking as she nods. His Poetess’ entire demeanour feeling as if she’s admitting defeat. 

“Did you want to transfer your powers to an object?” Loki shifts the focus, they needed to know what she was thinking and how to get through this together. 

Y/N says nothing just swallows the lump forming in her throat, her eyes flashing towards Bucky and then back to her fidgeting hands. 

Bucky looks at Loki, the two gaze down at her notes. Finding the small scribble at the corner.

‘Ask Bucky… if he says no then consider Midnight’s old collar.’

“Did you want me to be the one to receive your powers?” Bucky questions, thumb brushing over her handwriting on the paper. She doesn’t answer. 

“Witchling…” Loki’s voice is pleading; making her look at him.

“Okay, you know what? We’re going to the living room to discuss this, this isn’t a conversation where you need to feel small or thinking you’re asking something you aren’t supposed to,” Bucky tucks the notes back in the book. He then walks towards his mate, gently taking her hand and guiding her to the couch. The three spent the most time either reading, talking or binge watching shows and movies. 

Y/N easily falls into place across Bucky’s lap, Loki follows suit settling next to them, his hand holding hers, kissing her palm. Bucky allows Y/N to nuzzle against the crook of his neck grounding herself before they continue the conversation. 

“You don’t have to be afraid alright?” Loki assures, “No matter what choice Bucky makes, his feelings towards you won’t change nor will he feel forced to choose for you.”

Bucky feels her nod, his palm rubs up and down her back soothing her. 

Loki presses a soft kiss to Bucky’s temple, “You do know you won’t be forced to choose.” 

“I know, I want to hear our mate out completely and help her research further before taking an informed decision together.” 

Y/N takes a few more grounding breaths, lifting her head from Bucky’s neck and she faces the two of them. Her explanation falls from her lips the feeling of disconnect, the way it doesn’t feel nurturing. As though it was a chore to teach her rather than a tradition of passing down knowledge. 

Bucky understands every word, knowing what it is to have a coven that nurtures their baby witches and warlocks rather than just prepping them for battle as if a lamb to slaughter. 

Loki understands nodding along to everything, a worried pit forming in his stomach at the prospect of her regretting the decision. 

“It’s okay if you say no…” She shrugs, “I just, I think I was supposed to be normal?” Once she’s done she looks at both waiting for a response. 

“You’re anything but ordinary, witchling.” Loki kisses her nose making her giggle. 

“Look, I’m not saying no, but I did consider the fact that I would lose my powers when I turned.” Bucky begins, “It’s not to say that I don’t mind losing them, but my powers are another thing that connects me to my coven and Grandmother. I know I would probably have some other kind of ability in place if it is part of my transition but I doubt it.”

“Celestials are known to retain their abilities after the shift.” Loki adds.

“I could transfer my powers to an inanimate object,” Bucky looks at Y/N, “It humanises me, then you could well transfer your powers to me.” 

Her features light up.

“Provided the two of you research this in depth and are equally prepared.” Loki adds, “Also if her transfer doesn’t work can you reabsorb your powers from the inanimate object?” 

“I will be able to, it’s reversible.” Bucky assures, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Loki’s ear. Then brushes his lips against Y/N’s cheek. 

“Will you be telling Moonmy?” Bucky raises a brow. 

“I guess she already knows…” Y/N shrugs, “It doesn’t matter if she says no, either way I want to do it.”

“If you had undergone a better time as part of the coven would you still feel the same way?” Bucky questions her, Y/N ponders over it, replaying all the interactions she saw between the other members and the stories Bucky told her.

“I wouldn’t feel disconnected if I had that kind of witchy upbringing.” Y/N admits.

“Okay.” Bucky nods.

“Dinner then research?” Loki offers, his mates both nod.

Present.

“Professor?” One of Loki’s students cuts through his thoughts of the past five weeks. He refocuses into the present, plastering on a smile for the student. 

Questions answered for his students yet Loki’s own worried curiosity knows no bounds. He retires to his office, heading straight for the alcohol. 

“Pour me a glass.” Bucky’s whisper travels across the floor to Loki. He places another glass filling it with the amber liquid. 

The vampire waits for his warlock to join in, Bucky opens the door, closing it softly. In a few strides he’s pressed up against Loki. Wrapped in each other’s arms. Their mutual worry over their mate quelling in the slightest. 

“It will be alright.” Bucky whispers, “It has to be.” 

“It will be my warlock.” Loki runs his fingers through Bucky’s hair, he sighs leaning for more support onto his mate. 

Grasping onto his blazer lapels, blue eyes meet green ones. Loki leans in, his lips meet Bucky’s own. The soft gesture is comforting enough to quell the growing anxiety. 

They part when their phones vibrate and chime in unison. 

The dates had aligned; it was the phase of the lunar cycle when Bucky would be completing his conversion. It was also the night they would be transferring the powers before Loki would complete the process and turn Bucky into his own kind. 

Bucky’s nerves were shot but in a good way. Excitement of being the same creature as his mate, having the chance to deepen the bond he shared with Y/N. There was a part of him that was melancholic over the loss of his original powers. 

The blue markings on his left arm glow in response to his call. He traces the lines with his eyes. 

Loki gently raises Bucky’s palm to his lips, tracing the lines to his elbow. 

“Loki.” Bucky whispers, red rims surround his vampire’s eyes, “Loki.” he says yet again with need.

Loki pulls Bucky closer, nose tracing the juncture of his chest and neck, “You smell divine, our mates blood mixed with yours and mine.” open mouthed kisses have Bucky whimper. His shirt unbuttoned, Loki sinks to his knees. Undoing the jeans, Bucky hisses as the confines upon him are released. 

Loki brushes his lips over the tip, Bucky’s fingers tangle in his hair. 

“Mate, you’ve come at the right time.” Loki speaks, Bucky’s eyes snap open and towards the door.

“I,” Y/N’s hand is frozen on the door knob, arousal brims through the two bonds

“Poetess I-,” Bucky’s words are cut off as Loki takes his length in his mouth, cheeks hollowed, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

‘Get inside.’ Loki’s voice instructs in her mind. 

Y/N scrambles inside, locking the door. She moans at the sight of her mates. Bucky beckons her closer. His lips meeting hers in a bruising kiss, teeth and tongue and moans as Loki continues his movements, varying speeds enjoying the sounds he draws from Bucky.

The scent of Y/N’s arousal urges Loki on, one hand caresses Bucky’s balls. The other moves along her inner thigh, the skirt allowing him leverage. Her soaked panties have him moan around Bucky. 

The three moan in unison. 

Loki’s thumb draws circles over her clit, the fabric adding another layer of sensations that have her whimper into Bucky’s mouth. Bucky’s arm wraps around her waist, holding her flush against him. 

Their sounds grow needier, Loki times his head bobbing to the thrusts his fingers provide to Y/N. His sweet mates unravelled for him. Bucky tugs on his hair. 

Y/N moves as Bucky lifts her in his arms, facing Loki. Her dripping cunt soaking his cock her legs thrown over Loki’s shoulders. His fingers now move on her clit.

Loki takes Bucky back in his mouth, their mixed arousal only urging him onward.

She falls apart first with a cry, her head thrown back against Bucky’s left shoulder. Bucky places kisses over her neck as he moans against her sweet spot as he cums. Loki swallows every drop they give him.

Slowly the two humans calm down, Loki kisses them deeply each stated to an extent.

“What brought you to my office?” Loki questions his witchling.

“I um, forgot…” Y/N’s cheeks flush, drawing laughter from Bucky. 

“Perhaps another set of orgasms might jog your memory.” Loki offers, Y/N squeals before she’s placed on his desk. Bucky and Loki both gaze at her glistening folds. 

“We’re the luckiest aren’t we Loki?” Bucky’s large palm traces up her thigh, spreading her legs further apart.

“We are.” Loki agrees, “Have your fill my Warlock. I’ll have her moan around my cock.” 

Y/N clenches around nothing, preening under their intense gazes, words having her grow wetter. 

Bucky takes a seat on Loki’s chair, lips tracing her folds as his lips then latch upon her clit. Loki traces her parted lips with his cock before slowly sinking into her beautiful mouth. 

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Everything was set up, candles arranged in the shape of a crescent. Y/N sitting at the centre of it. Bucky’s jaw clenched as the air became heavier around them. 

Iridescent glimmers shift through, candle light adding to the glow. Embers casting shadows across their features and the walls. 

Loki attempts to quell the growing unease across the bonds. Disallowing his trepidation to trickle to his already worried mates. 

Y/N bit her bottom lip, eyes meeting his then drifting to Bucky. The warlock gives an encouraging nod. His spell was done, he was left without powers, they were encased into a necklace he had bought for Y/N.

She blinks, the white glow returns. Loki swallows, shifting towards Bucky. The warlock grabs his hand. Then let it go.

It was time. 

The charged air seems to move. Loki watches, the flames of the candles shift into circles. Burning full moons. 

Bucky swallows, feeling the first of the powers wrapping around him. His eyes close. 

The charged air recedes into nothing, the flames return to their normal shape. Y/N’s eyes open first, no glow present. Her eyes move to Bucky. Loki waits, their breaths held.

Bucky falls to his knees, wheezing and then his eyes open. White crescents visualise across his irises and then fade back to blue. 

‘She may have given you her powers, but they do not make you a celestial.’ The voice rings across the room. The necklace shatters into pieces and blue lines form along the broken fragments. They move towards Bucky wrapping around his left arm. 

The moon gave him back the markings of his old coven. The three of them stare at one another for long moments.

Loki and Y/N move then, helping Bucky up. The warlock only stares at his arm, the lines do not fade as they used to but now remain as a constant as though a glowing tattoo. 

Her hand reaches to touch the line, she had done it before, but this time she feels nothing. 

No flow of magick. Nothing weighing down upon her, making her struggle to stay afloat. A responsibility she wasn’t encouraged or nurtured to bear.

No sense of connection to Bucky and Loki beyond the soul bonds.

The way it should have been. The way it felt before her awakening as though there was something between them but now it was more, deeper and defined.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Bucky gently grasps her face, wiping her tears away with his thumbs.

“I don’t regret it. I just, it feels peaceful?” Y/N looks up at him, he nods.

“I just feel my magick, not the Celestial one.” Bucky admits his own eyes glazing over with tears, “Even if I don’t retain it when I turn it's okay.”

Loki pulls the two of them into his embrace. 

Kissing every bit of their faces, taking away the tears that flow. Salt on his lips, his mates cradled in his arms. 

Nia, Stephen and Emery join them hours later. In the last of the night, Bucky consumes the last vial of Loki’s blood mixed with Y/N’s. The taste wasn’t blood-like, the bit of ironish rust taste one would get when trying to curb the bleed of a paper cut.

“This next part may hurt.” Loki says, setting the glass down.

“It definitely will hurt.” Stephen pipes up.

“Does it have to be this way?” Emery questions, their own transformation pending. 

Stephen reaches out to them, gently stroking their arm to soothe them.

“It has to be a sort of clean death. Not to say other forms of killing don’t work. They do but this is swifter.” Nia explains nursing another glass of alcohol. Y/N looks at her in worry. 

“Nia…”

“Doesn’t affect me. Perks can’t get drunk.”

“Nia.. still.”

“Drop it, your boyfriend’s about to turn into a vampire. We’ll discuss this later.” Yet again Nia tables the discussion.

The loss of Thor doesn’t hurt as much. It’s the betrayal, Nia missing the signs. Signs she was fucking good at noticing.

“Just do it.” Bucky exhales, eyes meeting Y/N’s worried ones, “Just a nap, Poetess.” 

“Just a nap.” She affirms, walking back to him. 

“It’s going to hurt like a bitch.” Nia reminds Y/N, she nods.

“My blood runs through him, so I know he will awaken, I’ll be there to hold you through it. Unfortunately you know the experience of the breaking of a bond.” Loki strokes her cheek, “I’ll keep the bond fully open so it may help quell the despair.”

“Or you end up feeling mine.” She mutters.

Bucky laughs, “Look, he fully deserves to feel it.”

“Bucky!” Y/N lightly hits his chest.

“Rude.” Loki rolls his eyes but he smiles at the banter.

“Hey you were the one deciding for us before. This is just karma.” 

Y/N laughs at Bucky’s retort, Loki grumbles under his breath.

“Alright, alright, it’s a bit of time away from Bucky.” Stephen assures, pointing at the clock.

Loki grapes Bucky’s face gently, palms moving to his jaw. 

“I trust you.” Bucky assures, “I love you both.” He looks between his two mates, smiling.

“I love you.”

“I love you, thank you, for trusting me.” Loki places a kiss on his forehead.

Y/N and Emery close their eyes. The cracking sound has them flinch. 

At first Y/N feels nothing and then the bond rips apart, her chest heaves. Loki grasps onto her pulling her against him where the two remain near Bucky. He opens the bond he shares with Bucky to the bond he shares with her. 

The certainty of his soon to return to life status begins to wash over the turmoil in Y/N’s chest. Her sobs begin to quiet and tiredness takes over. Loki rocks her back and forth, her hand not leaving Bucky’s own. 

Sleep finds her after an hour still not letting go of Bucky. Loki feels the vampire aspect take over Bucky stronger, the warlock markings begin to gleam and change. The parallel lines once linear now wrap around his arm.

Y/N is placed in the farthest room as it gets closer to Bucky’s awakening. Nia and Loki remain in the house to prevent things from going south in case the bloodlust is too much for Bucky to handle.

The former warlock stirs, groaning, his hand reaches for his neck rubbing over where he could feel the ghost of the bone breaking. Bucky’s eyes open, black with red rims, a deep hunger manifesting in his belly. As he licks his lips they are dry, parched. The thirst is taking over. He suppresses it, walking to the mirror to observe the changes he’s gone through. 

The short sleeved V neck fits him, his features seemingly sharper and defined but not taking away from what he was born as a human with, it wasn’t as though he was fully changed. 

When he touches his face with his left hand he notices the biggest difference. The three lines of his tattoo now wrap around his arm in swirls.

The middle line has a small crescent at his wrist and a star akin to the northern star is now over his cubital fossa. At the centre of the star however, is a crescent moon with a tiny sprig of lavender.

Pride swirls in his chest as does a familiar happiness, Bucky turns, Loki stands at the door with a bottle in hand.

“Welcome back, James.” Loki greets with a bright smile, their bond thrums. Bucky almost knocks his mate over when he’s by his side in a blur. Loki chuckles, wrapping his mate in his arms.

“Loki.” He breathes, melting into his embrace. 

“You need to feed.” Loki reminds and the thirst comes back tenfold.

“I need to see her.” Bucky argues.

“Warlock, she’s still human.”

“She’s my mate.” 

“And you will know then to feed before you see her.” Loki’s eyes turn black with red rims in response to the defiance, “Quell the beast within, James. You do not want to accidentally hurt Y/N.” 

Bucky clenches his jaw, pushing away from Loki, “You didn’t tell me it was this hard, curbing the need to be with my mates.” 

“You’re a half mated newborn, two basic urges are strong.” Loki hands the bottle to Bucky.

The latter drinks the blood in large gulps, sighing in content as the thirst quells. 

“Better?”

“Maybe after two more bottles.” He jokes, Loki chuckles.

Two more bottles are consumed, Bucky wipes the corner of his lip. 

Enhanced hearings pick up soft careful steps and then a ‘oof’ along with a whined out call of Nia’s name.

“You will wait patiently for Bucky to come to you.” Nia chastises Y/N, She huffs in response literally being dragged away as though a child.

“I need to see him.” She reasons when Nia pauses in the room.

“I know, but you need to let him feed,” Nia looks to the side, “Well you’re in luck, impatient little human he’s on his way.”

Nia stops at the door, “There are about 5-6 gatorades in the drawer.”

“For what?”

“Stamina, you have to keep up with two vampires now.” Nia laughs, easily dodging the pillow thrown her way. 

Y/N sits at the edge of the bed. There is a knock at the door. Her heartbeat picks up, as does the rustling of pages within her chest, as though pages being turned to reach the favourite part of a beloved novel.

Loki smiles at Bucky, noticing the anticipation of the bon trickle through the bond. 

“Come in…”

Loki turns the door knob, he enters with an encouraging smile. Y/N doesn’t look at the door but at Loki as he stands before her. Cupping her face.

“He’s fed, taken to the change well. Eager to see you and bond if you’re willing. He’s told me to pull him away if you do not want to tonight.” Loki explains, Y/N nods.

“I’m ready. I trust him.” She whispers. 

Bucky sighs in contentment.

Loki shifts, Y/N looks up at Bucky. The blue flickers in and out of focus as he tries to keep the beast at bay. Her eyes fall to the markings. The star gleams in the slightest and then the lavender sprig. 

Bucky’s fists clench, “Poetess.” he calls out to her, voice hoarse, needy. 

“Bucky.” Y/N says with equal need.

In a blur she’s pressed against the mattress, a breathless laugh leaves her before Bucky’s lips find her soft ones. Her scent thrums through his senses. The beast within him wanted more. 

Bucky’s hands wander over her frame, drawing moans from his mate into his mouth. Her hands grip at his t-shirt arching against him. He nips at her bottom lip. Bucky moans at the taste of her blood. 

“You’re so fucking divine.” He hums, “Loki was right, a goddess, we’re blessed with a goddess.”

Y/N preens at the praise, Bucky allows the beast to take over, the spot under her left collarbone calls out to him. His thigh grinds against her core.

He raises his head looking at Loki who watches them with a lust filled gaze, “Claim our mate, James. You can have her this once alone, because after that she isn’t leaving from between us for a long time.” he smirks.

Bucky returns the gesture, “Hear that Poetess? You’re going to be worshipped. You’re going to feed our hunger the way no other could ever.” He kisses the spot of their bond. Y/N hums, the pheromones clouding every sense their needs brimming across the bonds.

Bucky’s fangs break through the skin, tears brim over as the bond forges between the two. Golden, gleaming, bright. Strong. Bucky feels whole, his bonds complete. The magick thrums through him as well. As before, stronger now.

Y/N breaks out of the haze of the bond, her chest feeling full, the love prominent and everything she needed it to be from both of them. Her hand moves to Bucky’s new markings, thumb brushing over the crescent on his wrist. Both vampires watch the outline of the same crescent form in her eyes then fade away. 

Clothes are scattered over the floor, their mate worshipped between them. Bonds thrumming happily, sighs and moans fill the room. Y/N falls apart between them and is put back together by her mates.

The tangled mess of limbs, she lays between the two. Bucky’s chest against her back and Loki’s chest pressed to hers, she’s on the precipice of sleep with a smile on her face. 

“I love you both.”

“I love you both.”

“I love you both.”

A.N: finally combated the block on this fic and the epilogue will be uploaded next week! thank you for waiting and supporting this fic, i'm so happy i was able to finish it and give it the ending that i feel is deserved by our witchling/poetess, warlock and vampire

tagging: @camerons-specialinterest@stevesmewmew@pandaxnienke

[keenzinemugstudent]

Avengers AU x reader story ideas

so this is a story I made up like when I was in high school but I'm going to be rewriting it's going to be an Avengers AU a supernatural kind of thing where most of them of our loving characters are a part of the supernatural world stupid but it was a fun idea basically you the reader is a 21 year old in college studying to be a doctor you stay with your grandmother who has raised you since you were a baby after losing both your parents in a car accident suddenly weirds things start to happen deaths in your home town start to happen and it all comes back to you some how you've been getting visions and start seeing things other can't which enters Tony Stark who is apparently an old family friend or god father? Not sure basically he tells you that you have to leave your hometown you have to leave your friends your grandmother and live in New York with him for your safety you don't take that very well and you kind of freak out then you find out that he's a werewolf after getting attacked by another werewolf so you now have to live with Tony and you have yet to meet the others the main villain is of course going to be Loki like the original Avengers movie but he is a vampire who works under somebody who's more powerful than him or in the same category either way you are a really important character and you're being hunted down by other supernatural creatures that have something to do with your bloodline which you will find out in the next story if this one goes pretty well this mostly just for fun but I'll see how it goes kind of like work this all out

[imtryingbuck]

The red means I love you

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Human!fem!Reader

Summary: you’re a human who fell in love with a vampire named Bucky

Word count: 1,811

Warnings: angst? fluff. an injured fox. brief mention of mercy killing an animal. mentions of blood. swearing.

A/N: thankyou for the request @loki-laufeyson68, I hope you like it❤️ and thank you @buckys-wintersoldier for proofreading for me❤️

Masterlist

When Bucky told you that he was a vampire you burst out laughing. There was no such thing as vampires or werewolves. Witches, yes, but vampires absolutely not. He sat there with an amused expression on his face, his left eyebrow raised waiting for you to stop laughing, once your laughter died down he showed you his fangs, you watched as his eyes turned black and that convinced you, honestly.

He promised he wasn’t going to hurt you, told you that he couldn’t bring himself to do that to you and that he only told you the truth because he couldn’t keep lying to you about who he really was. “I understand if you want to leave Y/n.”

That was nine years ago, and here you were still by his side.

Bucky never pressured you into doing anything you didn’t want to do, you never helped him find food nor did you ever watch him feed, he protected you from the other vampires. Bucky was always so sweet and kind to you, always driving you to work and was always there ten minutes before your shift ended to take you home, when the weather was nice you’d both take a long walk arm in arm and he’d tell you what buildings use to be what when he was young and human. Every Monday you’d wake up to find a huge bouquet of your favourite flowers on your bedside table, date night every Friday - he made forced your manger to give you the day off. He was always so caring, loving and generous when it came to you.

He had lived such a long life and within that life he had loved before but none of them compared to the love he had for you, not even in the slightest. He loved absolutely everything about you, even when you were on your period and you was being a grouchy monster - as he so affectionately called you. Bucky knew that he would happily move heaven and earth if you asked, he would move mountains just to see you smile, he would take the biggest brightest star from the dark sky and give it to you.

Despite him being so madly in love with you and knowing you felt the same for him there was always a painful tug in his heart every year on your birthday. You were human. Humans die. Which meant you were going to leave him one day. Bucky wouldn’t turn you into what he was because you never expressed an interest, you never asked him to turn you, so he didn’t even though he knew he’d lose you one day, and he knew that when that day comes his soul would be broken.

“Doll?” He had just got back from dealing with some rogue vampires who were causing chaos in the city with Steve by his side. A fresh bouquet of flowers in his hand as he searched the house for you.

“Buck? I’m in the garden!” His tired face lit up at hearing your voice.

Making his way to where you were he couldn’t help but laugh at seeing you on your hands and knees with your face pressed up to the hole in the side of the wooden shed. “What are you doing pretty girl?”

“I think there’s a fox in there but I don’t want to open the door just yet incase it runs out.”

“There’s definitely something in there, I can hear its heartbeat.”

“Do you think it’s a fox? Is it nice?”

“I can’t tell baby” he puts the flowers down on the table and moves over to where you were and gets down on his knees. “I know it’s scared though.”

“No, no little fox don’t be afraid I’m not going to hurt you.” Bucky had to bite his lip when you put your face back to the hole and spoke to the creature inside.

“Baby I… I don’t think it understands you.”

“It will, it will know I’m friendly.” Leaning on your knees you use Bucky’s shoulder to help you stand. “I’m going in. If I scream, well… I love you.”

-Always so dramatic- he thought to himself but nodded and winked at you. “You’ve got this doll, I love you too.”

Unlocking the shed you took a deep breath in and opened the door, eyes instantly locking eyes with a terrified little fox. Moving so slowly with your hands up you spoke to the little thing, telling it that you wasn’t going to hurt it. The little creature let you stroke it and eventually let you pick it up.

“Buck, it’s got an injured leg.” You whispered knowing that he could hear you due to his enhanced hearing. “We need to take it to the vet.”

“Baby, they would just put him down.” He could hear the sob that tried to suppress. “B-but we can look after it ourselves.”

“C-can we?”

“Of course my doll, bring the little one out and we’ll get it into the house.”

Bucky couldn’t actually believe that he was holding a fox in his hands as you wrapped a bandage around its leg after cleaning up the wound, before you if he ever came across a badly injured animal he would kill it out of mercy, he hated seeing an animal suffer. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it to this poor little one not with the way you were looking and treating it.

“Buck, Bushy’s fell asleep in your arms.”

“Have you named it?”

“Yeah, everyone needs a name.” The smile you had on your face had him smiling too.

A week later Bushys leg was healing nicely and would follow you and Bucky around where ever you’d go around the house. Bucky couldn’t lie if asked if he had grown attached to Bushy, he was going to be sad when it was time to release him back outside.

Bucky gave you a long passionate kiss and stroked Bushys head before he left the house, rogue vampires were back and it was Steve and his job to get rid of them.

“It’s just me and you now kiddo, wanna watch a film?”

Curled up on the couch with a fluffy blanket and Bushy you put on your favourite show, obviously telling the little fox all about the characters and which ones were your favourites - not like the little guy understood a single word you were saying. You were startled awake when a bang came from the panty, not seeing the young fox near by you assumed it was him getting into the snacks, stopping in your tracks when you heard a groan.

“Bushy?” You called out breathing a breath of relief when he came running towards you.

You screamed when you went around the corner, seeing Bucky leaning heavily against the fridge he kept in the pantry - where he stored blood bags. He was covered in blood. “B-Bucky?”

“D-didn’t mean t-to wake you doll.”

“What happened?”

“N-no blood left.”

“Okay? But what happened to you?” You tried to move forward towards him but he held his hand up.

“I-I… baby I need blood an-and I don’t have-“

“Have mine.” Gulping when he snapped his head up, looking you in the eyes. His own turning darker. “Y-you can drink some of my blood Bucky.”

You could see the struggle he was having, on one hand he really needed to feed so he could heal but on the other hand he couldn’t do that to you regardless of how many times he wondered how you tasted. Shaking his head he knew he couldn’t do it.

“It’s okay, I trust you Buck. You need to eat and there’s no-“

“I can’t doll. I-I won’t.” He stutters, shaking his head even more.

“You can and you will. Please Buck!”

It took nearly half an hour to convince Bucky to drink from you, leading him into the living room and onto the couch you tried to get your heart rate to slow down knowing he could hear it. He kept asking if you were sure, you silenced him by raising your arm for him to take it in his mouth.

Now you know why people always screamed in the movies when they get bit by a vampire, because fuck it hurts so badly!

The longer he had his fangs dug into your flesh the more it hurt, and it didn’t help that you started to feel lightheaded. You looked towards Bushy who was watching the scene infront of him looking nervously between you and Bucky, then everything went black.

Every part of your body ached as you came around, before you opened your eyes you felt his fingers run through your hair, and all you could hear is Bucky’s soft voice singing.

‘Cause my insides are red

And yours are too

And the red on my face

Is matching you

And goodness you're bleeding

What a wonderful feeling

You're down and you're pleading

My head is just reeling

The red means I love you

“B-Bucky?”

“Doll? Oh thank goodness, just take it slow baby.” He helps you sit up and that’s when you realise that you’re in bed.

“Wh-what happened?”

“I- baby I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t mean to b-but you were-I killed you an-and you nearly died because I didn’t stop-“

“It’s okay Buck, it’s okay I promise.” You cut his ramble off and hold his hand.

“No doll you don’t understand, you-you’re a vampire now.”

You sighed and nodded, it wasn’t what you wanted but at least you could be with Bucky forever now, just like he always promised you. “I know Buck and that’s okay.”

“I just couldn’t let you die, I’m sorry, I know it’s selfish but I don’t want to be without you doll.”

Bucky couldn’t get the image of you slumping over, your skin going paler than your usual complexion, you not responding. He could hear your once lively heart beat fade and he panicked, he apologised over and over before piercing your neck with his fangs. For the first time since he was turned into a vampire he prayed, praying that you would forgive him but most importantly that you would wake up.

“Buck?” You say his name as you watch as he twists the ring on your finger, the same one he brought you a year into your relationship - he was just walking down the street when a shiny silver ring caught his eye, he paid for it instantly and when you asked why, he told you that he saw it and thought of you so he brought it.

“Yes doll.”

“Was you singing to me?”

“No…” He scoffed shaking his head.

“Yes you was.” You sing to him, Bucky smiled shyly nodding.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Buck.”

“Forever?”

“Forever.”

Tags: @imcinnamoons | @pigeonmama | @capsbestgirl77

[queen-of-the-avengers]

MCU Series

Below you’ll find series that have more than three parts and stories that are only two parters. If you see a story that only has two parts that you want to see more of, let me know!

Happy reading :)

*The image(s) I’ve used for the reader on the cover DOES NOT reflect what the reader actually looks like*

Series Rewrite Pairing: Varies From Movie To Movie Status: In Progress Summary: You call Earth home after fifty years of running from your home planet. There, you meet all kinds of people that you help, including the two loves of your lives: Bucky Barnes and Loki Laufeyson. They are two different sides of the same coin. How can you ever choose between them, and will you?

*The image(s) I’ve used for the reader on the cover DOES NOT reflect what the reader actually looks like*

Between Love and Hate Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Status: Completed Summary: Loving Bucky Barnes is like waiting for a grenade to go off. Fearful yet thrilling. Every time you allow yourself to feel something for him, a piece of you is chipped away and stored in his jacket pocket. How can you love a man who murders people for a living? How can you hate a man who gives you the world? You're stuck in the middle with no clear way to the end.

*The image(s) I’ve used for the reader on the cover DOES NOT reflect what the reader actually looks like*

My Savior Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader Status: Completed Summary: Your entire life has been spent in and out of hospitals because you have ESRD or kidney failure. The only thing you’ve ever known is being hooked to monitors and machines that live for you. Never straying too far from the hospital, and never really connecting with anyone. When you get the news you have a kidney waiting for you, your donor surprises you in more ways than one… and he does something for you that you can’t ever repay him for.

*The image(s) I’ve used for the reader on the cover DOES NOT reflect what the reader actually looks like*

Cat and Mouse Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader Status: In Progress Summary: Much like Bucky, you've been a toy that Hydra just loves to use. You were taken at such a young age that you were shaped into what they wanted you to be. Well, you're not doing it anymore. You escaped. You got out. But that doesn't mean you can't fall back into the monster they made you.

*The image(s) I’ve used for the reader on the cover DOES NOT reflect what the reader actually looks like*

New World Order Pairing: Zombie!Steve Rogers x Vampire!Fem!!Reader Status: In Progress Summary: When the emergency alarms sounded, you knew the world wasn’t ever going to be the same. A new dawn is approaching with a whole new set of rules. One where you and the love of your life are no longer human. Well, that’s what you thought until you figured out the cure that will save humanity.

*The image(s) I’ve used for the reader on the cover DOES NOT reflect what the reader actually looks like*

Monster Inside You Pairing: Steve Rogers x Succubus!Fem!Reader Status: On Hold Summary: One fatal mistake and your life is turned upside down. You have to live with the consequences of what happened to you, and you're not always good at controlling your urges. Still, you do your best to keep who you are while still embracing this new side to you.

The Voice Behind Karen // Part 2 Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader Summary: You’re Tony Stark’s daughter and also the AI in Peter’s suit. He calls you Karen but your name is Y/N. After he discovers your secret, you two get closer.

Office Romance // Part Two Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader Summary: You have a crush on your boss, and it's news to you when she shows you that she has one on you, too.

Pick A Side // Better Late Than Never Pairing: Steve Rogers x Stark!Fem!Reader Summary: Everyone expected you to pick your dad's side when it came to the Accords. You didn't. He kicked you out of his life. Now it's finally time to face him.

Not Allowed // Part Two Pairing: Cop!Bucky Barnes x Receptionist!Fem!Reader Summary: You go on a date with a man that Bucky doesn't approve of. He uses his power to break it up which is the best thing that could have happened to your relationship with Bucky.

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing // Part Two Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Summary: For an entire year you've been stuck inside your mind with no escape. Never did you think you'd be in such an abusive relationship, but he won't let you leave. Not until you see an opportunity through Bucky to confess everything he's ever done to you. Will you be saved?

[anonymousewrites]

Portal to My Heart Halloween Special 2023

Loki x Reader

            “Halloween?” asked Loki, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the various spooky-theme decorations around him.

            “Yeah, it’s a human holiday,” said (Y/N). She grinned. “Oh, I mean ‘Midgardian.’ ”

            Loki rolled his eyes. “I can understand perfectly well what you’re saying without the sarcasm.”

            “Are you sure? I think it’s the only language you speak,” remarked (Y/N) impishly. “I mean, you always consider yourself so witty.”

            “If you’re quite done teasing me—”

            “Never.”

            “—you could accurately explain this holiday,” said Loki. He rolled his eyes at her, but he had a fond smile on his lips. “I take it the humans created it from All Hallow’s Eve?”

            “And I thought you told Thor you weren’t a witch,” said (Y/N), patting Loki on the shoulder. (He was, of course, it all black while on Earth). “But yeah, you’re right. Now it’s less about the pagan roots and is more about having spooky fun, dressing up in costumes, and eating candy.”

            “ ‘Spooky fun?’ ” repeated Loki.

            “Scary movies, haunted houses, that sort of thing,” said (Y/N).

            “Why would you go looking to be scared?” said Loki.

            “Why do you change into a snake and try to stab Thor?” retorted (Y/N).

            “Touche,” said Loki.

            “There are also parties,” said (Y/N). “I think Jane is hosting one with Thor. We’re invited.”

            “No.”

            “You don’t get to say no,” said (Y/N) sharply.

            “I refuse to go to a celebration hosted by that oaf. It will be full of just booze and ridiculous bragging,” said Loki.

            (Y/N) snorted. “Loki, I like to drink, and you like to show off. That sounds like the perfect party for us.”

            “I will refuse to go,” said Loki.

            “I already said we were going,” said (Y/N). “And if you back out now, everyone will know you’re cowering at home and refusing to come out.”

            Loki groaned. (Y/N) knew how to trap him in his own pride. She knew him far too well. “You’re far too cunning, darling.”

            “I know,” said (Y/N) with a pleased smile. She pecked him on the cheek, and he sighed as he resigned himself to his fate.

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            “Darling, are you nearly ready?” said Loki, standing beside the door of their apartment. He wore his traditional outfit with green and gold robes and golden horns. He didn’t see the point in dressing up anymore since he was “scary” (intimidating) enough in this.

            “Don’t rush beauty,” said (Y/N).

            “You’re always ravishing, darling,” said Loki. He smirked. “I’m sure there’s no need for you to worry.”

            “Flattery won’t make me go any faster,” responded (Y/N).

            “It was worth a try,” said Loki. Besides, it wasn’t as if he was lying. He always found (Y/N) the most attractive person in the room. She was his love, superior to all others.

            “Trust me, this will be worth the wait,” said (Y/N).

            “Are you truly trying to make yourself that frightening, my dear?” remarked Loki, amused. “I believe that would take quite a bit of work as you are just too beautiful for fear.”

            “Haven’t you heard of vampires?” said (Y/N).

            “I find them more attractive than frightening. They can’t kill me, after all,” said Loki.

            “Of course you find them attractive,” said (Y/N). She was greatly amused, and it tracked for Loki. “But, lucky for you, I didn’t go for a scary costume.”

            Loki perked up. “Oh?”

            “No, I went for something a little different.” (Y/N) stepped out of the bedroom, finally dressed and ready. She smirked as Loki started in reaction to her costume.

            She wore a long green dress with a slit up the side to reveal her leg. Black heels with gold accents peeked out from the slit of her dress. Around the sweetheart neckline and corset top, gold body jewelry hung over her exposed shoulders and neck like twining snakes. Gold ear cuffs drew attention to her face and golden eyeshadow dusted overtop a sharp black eyeliner. The most important detail of her outfit, however, were the circlet around her head supporting golden horns. (Y/N) twirled and posed, showing off the golden jewelry draped on her hands, glittering like magic.

            “How do I look?” she said, smirking.

            “You’re…me,” said Loki, staring at her. She was beautiful, and dressed in his colors and horns? She was ravishing.

            “I am,” said (Y/N). She smirked. “But I think I might look better than you, my dear Loki.”

            “I don’t dare argue with such a goddess,” said Loki, reaching out and pulling her to him.

            “What am I the god of?” said (Y/N).

            “I’d say beauty, but I hardly think such a commonplace word describes you,” said Loki, kissing her.

            (Y/N) kissed him back and smiled. “Flattering me?”

            “I’d prefer to be worshipping you,” said Loki.

            “Oh?” (Y/N) smirked challengingly.

            “A goddess like you deserves the entire world to worship you,” said Loki. “So I’ll have to work especially hard since it’s just me.”

            “Go ahead, then. Worship me, Loki,” purred (Y/N), grinning.

            Loki grinned almost wolfishly. “I’m afraid we’re going to be a bit late to the party tonight,” he murmured as he kissed (Y/N) and trailed down to her neck. His hands ran down her sides and tugged her closer.

            “I’m sure you’ll make it worth it,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Loki sank to his knees. “But of course. My divine goddess deserves to be worshipped, after all.”

            (Y/N) smirked down at him. “Then, mewling quim, get to it. Your god commands it.”

[haven-in-writing]

Bloodthirsty - Chapter 5

My Savior Has Doomed Me

Tag list - @avengerstanforlife, @dark-night-sky-99, @emergenciesstory , @bookscoffeeandracoons, @krystallynx, @avadakadabra93 , @barbarianbookhoe

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Catch up with the series - (1), (2), (3), (4)

Thank you for reading and Merry Christmas/Happy Yule!!!!!

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“You idiot! You absolute moron! Do you have any idea what you’ve done Loki! You’ve signed my death certificate, you absolute oaf!” You yell at the now shocked god, his smug grin had disappeared from sight just as quick as he had plastered it on his face. That grin morphed into pure anger.

“I did you a favor, you insufferable little demon!” The vein along his forehead was protruding, throbbing against his pale skin angrily. That almost made you smile, that you could get under his skin so easily. Though your anger overridden everything at the moment.

“You might as well have killed me again! Now, because their tracker won’t be coming back with an update of any kind, they’ll send the hunters. Hell! They’ll send the damn hellhounds to bring me back, with or without a head!” Putting your hands over your face, you begin to massage your temples and keep the boiling rage and fear at bay. 

Fuck, you were screwed. You knew the council was keeping tabs on you, you were an Avenger for crying out loud. It was dangerous to have a vampire surrounded by so many humans, especially one that was masquerading as a hero. 

They wanted to be sure you hadn’t exposed them to the government, which was bullshit considering a lot of vampires had ties to Hydra’s little club in exchange for easier access to food. What Loki had just done was basically telling the council you had something to hide. This was giving you a headache. Killing the newborn was a test of your skill, but the tracker was meant to see the brutal show and follow behind you to see the outcome. At least you assumed that’s what they wanted. Now you had a trip to make before the news got back about their prized tracker.

Both Loki and Tony watched as the crease between your eyes slowly smoothed out, relaxing into a calm and composed face. The men watched with concern as you took a small flip phone out of one of your pockets and got rid of its packaging, inserting a small chip into its side panel. Several moments later while typing on the phone, Loki looks at Tony and arches an eyebrow in question.

“What is she doing?” The god questions, confused by the scene before him.

“It’s called texting, Shakespeare, get with the times you’re worse than Cap,” Tony quips back at Loki without taking a look at him, his focus was completely on you at the moment. He ignores the glare that Loki is giving him and watches as you stop texting and take out the sim card, wrapping it in what looks like a water-proof bag.

“I have to go, don’t follow me or you’ll mess everything up and get me permanently killed if I don’t pull this off just right,” you say while pulling your hair into a ponytail.

“What are you going to do?” Tony questioned, curious as well.

“Something stupid, definitely reckless. Maybe a tad bit suicidal,” You shrug the tension from your shoulders, rolling and effectively cracking your neck. Both men look at you as if you’d grown a second head. 

“I’m headed to New Orleans, Tony, stay put please. Fragile humans and creatures of the night don’t mix well. Gets a little too messy for me, personally. Loki, fuck off. You’ve done enough damage for two lifetimes, I don’t need you screwing up my arrangement with the council,” Huffing slightly, you see Loki rolling his eyes while Tony is just watching you. There’s nothing more that can be done except get to New Orleans, and quickly. 

“Okay Tones, I need a favor,” You say, grinning widely at the man.

“If I agree, is it a similar concept to fae agreements where I have to carefully word my sentences?” 

“Uh, no. That’s not even remotely in the same realm Tony, but you can ask your questions on the way” You say with an exasperated sigh. Walking away from the bloodbath that Loki had created you turn towards the mangled body and sigh. You needed to feed again soon, you were starting to feel cranky. 

“Loki, I need a body bag. Summon one please,” Gritting out the last word as it left a bitter taste on your tongue. Loki merely grinned and did as you asked but also managed to magic the vampire’s body into the bag without any mess and handed it to you.

“Uh, thanks,” Was all you could say as you grabbed the bag and walked away with Tony to his car that was conveniently waiting at the edge of the port. 

Tony was insufferable. The number of questions he was asking bordered on infinite. For every three questions he asked, he had six more to follow up my answer. He really was dissecting you  at this point. You knew he had questions but at this point it would have been easier to sit in a lab and let him cut you open with how invasive his line of questioning became.You thought he was done when he was silent for several minutes, seemingly focused on the road in front of him. Waiting patiently for whatever question awaited you was nearly torture, but he didn’t keep you hanging forever.

“So, how exactly did you become, well, a vampire?” His voice quieted to a whisper on “vampire” as if it was dangerous to say too loudly. You really didn’t know what to say in response but you figured he was owed the truth.

“I helped the wrong person escape a local witch hunt. I had helped several women escape the burning pires and was attempting to help Loki run before they captured him. He had been injured by something and I’m not too sure of the particulars, however, he led them to my doorstep which resulted in being hunted down.” Taking an unnecessary breath to steady my racing thoughts I continued. “I ran, of course, but I wouldn’t leave him behind. I took a sword through the heart saving him and he couldn’t be bothered to give me a proper burial. An older reclusive vampire took pity on me and turned me. I wish he would have left me dead.” 

Tony stared at me out of the corner of his eye, “You don’t mean that, you’ve done so much good here y/n.”

This time you were quiet. Surely Tony understood how you felt, you had seen him after the wormhole incident in New York. You knew he could feel the perpetual clock ticking. Everything after felt like borrowed time. Something stolen from the universe that you were punished for taking ever since you took your first reborn steps. It felt as though you could never do enough, be enough, for the second chance you were given.

“You know, Tony, I’m not even mad about him bringing the fight to my doorstep. I knew what I was signing up for when I began helping those people escape certain death. I’m upset that he didn't ensure I was dead. I’m glad that I’ve been able to help people, I just wish it wasn’t like this,” the words sit heavily in the air as Tony thinks about the information he has been given.

“For what it's worth, y/n, I’m glad you’re here. No matter how it happened or what you became in the process. You being a vampire has saved enough lives to negate any “bad“ traits you have,” He says softly, yet firm to ensure I didn’t argue with him. Nothing he could say would change the way you felt considering you had more than one lifetime to justify your feelings.The rest of the drive is silent, which you’re thankful for considering you couldn’t give Tony every answer to the questions he asked due to the laws that governed your kind.

Tony was driving you to his private plane, which of course came with a thousand more questions about how you were able to withstand the sun and if it was dangerous for you to be closer to the sun despite the metal can you’d be in. It did some good reminding him that you’d been on missions during the day which included flying to those destinations. Sometimes he could be a real bonehead. 

“Alright, this is me. If I need a rescue, I won’t call. Just know that if anyone suspects you know the truth, you lie good enough to pass a polygraph otherwise you’ll be in deep shit,” you warn him, hoping he has sense enough to listen.

“Peanut,” he sighs in exasperation, “Be careful, get through this and come home. Plane will stay ready for you just in case.” 

Grinning like a mad-man, you hug the father-like figure and let go just as quickly. Stepping onto the plane you get all set for take-off, not bothering to put on the seatbelt. Leaning back, you exhale a short, calming breath as you hear someone clear their throat. Opening an eye to see the fallen god sitting across from your seat, you sit up and glare.

“Did you think that you wouldn’t have backup, darling?” Loki grins smugly.

[gaysindistress]

When Night Comes - Eighteen

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Vampire!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: cursing, major character death(s) again, Alix is in this one so that's a whole warning in itself, angst, like a lot, enough that I want to give Bucky a big hug now.

Word count: 2.9k

Seventeen | masterlist

a/n: AND WE'RE DONE! When Night Comes is finished! I'm so thankful for all of the love and support as usual! I don't have anything lined up next so if anyone has any requests, send them my way! xoxo to all of my lovelies!

tag list: @cakesandtom @elizacusi-blog @unaxv @hidden-treasures21 @buckybarnessimpp @vonalyn @thebuckybarnesvault

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest

Fear strikes into Y/N’s heart when she sees the people standing in the doorway.

Peggy, Alix, Thor, and Loki file into the room one after another while Luca and Ana Cristina grab ahold of her arms. Their grip prevents her from getting out and running however the thought barely crosses her mind. Y/N knew that even if she did manage to get out of their grasp, any one of the four traitors before her would catch her. Running for her life naked through the house while dripping water would not make for a successful escape so she stays put. Her anger replaces her fear and the boiling water feels like it has replaced the blood in her body. Whatever hate she felt for Alix increases tenfold with the help of the generational rage that has been stored in her body. She doesn’t even notice that she’s being held down anymore because she’s too focused on Alix, the creator of her nightmares and reason for her life of running. Y/N hadn’t seen this demon of a woman in five years but nothing has changed. She is still tall and lean, her long braids piled on top of her head give her a towering appearance. Her face is still somber and rigid from the years of bad deeds she’s done. She’s duller than before, thanks to the stress of trying to find Y/N but her eyes are what catches Y/N off guard. 

They’re gold. 

A yellow gold unlike before. 

The same yellow gold that a Lycan’s eyes become when they turn. 

Against her dull and lifeless face, the contrast is horrifying and gives her an inhumane like mien. That alone is enough to make Y/N break eye contact but she refuses. Even the simple act of breaking eye contact will feel like an act of submission to Alix and that is something that Y/N can not give to her. 

“There’s my baby girl,” Alix mocks her as she circles the tub like a predator stalking its prey. 

“What are you doing here?” she asks Alix. 

“Use your brain. What do YOU think I’m doing here?”

Y/N doesn’t answer right away. 

“Cat got your tongue? I’ll just tell you,” Alix says as she keeps circling Y/N, “Your little witch friends agreed to help me kill Bucky in exchange for you.”

“What do you mean in exchange for me?”

“They get to keep you since apparently you’re some important doppelgänger. I quit listening after a while.” “I thought you wanted me for yourself.”

Alix shrugs, “I did but then I found you that caught feelings for that Strigoi bastard so now I could care less what happens to you.”

Y/N chooses not to answer and when Alix is behind her again, she turns her angry eyes to Peggy who is not shy in her joy. A smirk is painted across her face and it sends a dagger right into Y/N’s heart. 

Y/N leans forward enough to make sure that Peggy knows that she is the object of her words and spits out, “How could you? After everything that Bucky has done for you, for Steve, for your son. How could you betray him like this?” Peggy’s smirk falters at the mention of her son, “That man has done nothing but cause my family pain. He’s made Steve his servant, murdered my best friend, and put my son in harm’s way too many times to count.”

“You are to blame for my murder.”

A gust of wind causes the candle’s flames to flicker and a pressure fills the room, making it feel tight and cramped.

“You were the one who was supposed to protect me and you didn’t,” Y/N says but there’s a hollow look in her eye, “You were supposed to go with me that day but you were too busy sleeping with Dorian Wright to come and that’s why I’m dead.  If you had just left Steve like you told Dorian you would then I would still be alive.”

Ana Cristina and Luca glance at each other but neither make a move. The gust of wind had been anything but normal and the two witches fear for the outcome. 

“They were after you that day, not me but you know that.”

Peggy’s eyes open wide in fear and she stumbles backward but Y/N doesn’t stop, “You used the fact that the Wright gang had tried to kill me in the past as an explanation for my death as a way to cover up your affair. You used the curse that my husband sold his soul for to cover up your affair and now you’re trying to fix your mistake via the worst plan I have ever seen. How exactly does siding with the great granddaughter of your paramour and my murderer achieve what you want?.”

Peggy goes to defend herself but Y/N will not have it and interrupts her, “How does this plan make any sense, Margaret? It most certainly won’t free you from your guilt nor will it end well for you. If it’s freedom that you’re after, THIS will end with you running for the rest of your miserable life and facing that eternity completely alone. Steve will not forgive you, your son will not remember you, Bucky will not rest until you have paid for your betrayal, and I will let you forget what you did.”

Y/N slumps forward, breathing raggedly like she had run for miles and silent tears stream down Peggy’s face. Alix, Thor, and Loki to each other for answers but none can produce one. 

“What the fuck was that?” Alix demands Ana Cristina and Luca. 

The two bring Y/N to rest against the back of the tub and exchange silent words through glances. Ana Cristina provides an answer, “It appears that Celeste used Y/N as a mouthpiece.”

“Ghosts can do that?”

“Celeste is not a ghost, she is a spirit and yes when a witch with enough power dies, they can sometimes use that power to communicate with the living or,” she looks to Peggy, “to those who are neither living nor dead.”

“Is she going to do it again?”

Ana Cristina dips her head to look at Y/N’s face, “no. Y/N is not strong enough for that. Celeste won’t risk killing her doppelgänger and angering her coven even more to get revenge on Peggy.”

“Can we hurry along with the spell? I don’t want to give her a chance to try,” Peggy mumbles as she wipes away at the tears and straightens her back. 

Ana Cristina and Luca nod before gesturing to the other two men to come forward. Thor and Loki take their place next to the tub but Y/N grips onto the cook’s arm. 

“Please don’t do this. Please…” Y/N begs her, “Please, don’t let them hurt me.”

Ana Cristina puts her hand on top of Y/N’s, “It won’t kill you, I promise.”

With that she tears Y/N’s hand away and allows Loki to take her place. All trust that Y/N had placed in her or Luca shatters and spills out of her eyes as tears race down her face. She begins to sob and thrash against the men’s grip, pleading with them to let her go and to not hurt her. Ana Cristina tells Alix to join her at the table and starts to go over her portion of the spell. 

Peggy stays pressed against the wall, still reeling over what Celestse had said to her. Any and all emotions are racing through her as she tries to process it all but one thought sticks out; if Celeste could use Y/N to say all of that, what else could she do?

The answer of what else can Celeste do comes in the form of a vision to Bucky. On their way back from dropping Natasha and Wyatt off in town, Bucky lets out a howl of agony and Steve slams on the breaks of the car. 

“What was that for?” he asks as he starts to drive again, “Are you okay?”

Bucky takes deep breaths to manage the head splitting pain, “There’s something wrong.”

“I gathered that.”

“No there’s something wrong with Y/N. I think….I think Alix is at the estate.”

Just as Steve goes to speak, he sees Yelena usher a wounded Juliette into her car. 

“You’re right. Something is very wrong.”

Bucky nods as he grimaces and looks up to see the same thing. Steve is already calling Yelena and has confirmation of the worst. 

“Yelena said that Alix is at the estate but Y/N is safe because Ana Cristina and Luca are there,” he tells Bucky. 

“That means absolutely nothing to me because we’re not there. What I want to know is why the fuck Yelena knows that.”

“She said it was a long story but that we need to get back as soon as we can.”

“Bull fucking shit it’s a long story,” Bucky sneers and rips Steve’s phone from his hands, redialing Yelena’s number, “What the fuck is going on and why do you have Juliette with you?”

“Let go of me,” Y/N howls at Loki and Thor as she uses any strength she has left to rip herself away from them, “Let fucking go of me!” “Take her out and sit her in front of me,” Ana Cristina tells the two men who do as she says. 

The entire time they are lifting her, Y/N is kicking and fighting them until she manages to kick Thor in the chest. Having the wind knocked out of him, he drops her and Loki does the same in efforts to check on his brother. She makes a run for it and makes it to the stairs but Alix is quicker and looms above her, blocking any chance to get past her. 

“Silly girl,” she mocks her once again as she grips her tight enough by the arm to leave bruises. Y/N tries her hand at fighting again and when Alix turns to chide her, she spits in her face. Alix freezes and slowly takes a deep breath. The hand leaves her arm and threads into her hair as Alix yanks her down the hall by it.

“I forgot how fucking stupid you are when you’re mad,” she mumbles as she drags Y/N back to the group. 

“Be a good girl for once and stop fighting,” she snaps before throwing Y/N to the ground at Ana Cristina’s feet. Thor and Loki stare at her in disgust while Peggy refuses to acknowledge her. Luca doesn’t meet her stare and keeps his head bowed as Ana Cristina bends down to Y/N’s level. 

In her hand she has a bowl with a red paste in it and she dips her fingers in it to draw on Y/N’s skin. She’s singing under her breath as she starts the process of tying their lives to each other but doesn’t speak to the doppelgänger otherwise, treating her as though she is just the doppelgänger and not someone who’s come to care for. 

“Please,” Y/N whispers to her as she shivers and tries to hide herself from everyone around her, “Please don’t do this.”

Ana Cristina makes eye contact for a moment but breaks it and continues to sing while adorning her with paste markings. Luca hands her various other things needed for the spell; herbs, jewelry, and other pastes. They are finally complete in their decorating when a metal headdress that is dripping with chains, jewels, and coins is placed on Y/N’s head. Her naked body is covered in runes similar to those that Bucky wears and she smells of the earth thanks to the burned bundles of herbs. 

Luca helps her to her feet albeit both reluctantly and he squeezes her hands. She glares at him and pulls her hands away, hoping that the cold shoulder will hurt him as his betrayal has hurt her. Ana Cristina steps in front of her, takes Y/N’s hand, and begins to sing even louder with Luca joining in. A similar gust of wind to before causes the candle flames to flicker and the brothers join in on the singing. The candles got completely out and Y/N let out a loud gasp. 

The candles burst back to life and the runes on her body are glowing a bright red as another voice uses her body to sing along. Alix shifts uncomfortably next to Peggy as the voice grows louder and louder until it stops. 

The witches collapse onto the ground, leaving Y/N to stand on her own as the glowing runes start to dim. She opens her eyes which are a flaming red and fixes them on the two women before her. The voice from before speaks to them.

 “Alix Wright,” it says as Y/N walks towards them, stepping over the bodies around, “Your family is disappointed in you. All that you have done in the Wright name has been for your own gain. You have forsaken your sacred oath to serve and protect Lycan. You’ve chosen a human over your siblings and now those who you brought with you are dead. Their blood is on your hands, how do you plead?”

Alix looks wildly between Peggy and Y/N, fear fresh in her yellow eyes. 

“You’ve sanctioned the murder of your siblings and now you must be held accountable, how do you plead?” the voice asks again.

“How am I supposed to have been killed?” Alix asks, anger replacing her fear as she tries to square up to her.

Y/N rolls her flaming eyes and utters Alix’s death sentence, “You are guilty. Lumină pe foc.”

Fire spills from Y/N’s body and races across the ground towards Alix, licking up and consuming her whole. Peggys lets out a scream and jumps away from a burning Alix. She tries to run towards the stairs but Bucky, Steve, Yelena, and Juliette block her way. Bucky grabs her by the throat and throws her against the wall next to them. 

“What the fuck did you do?” he growls at her as the others flock to those who are still laying on the floor. 

“She attempted to usurp your position and cover up her betrayal by taking the side of your enemy,” Y/N answers for her. 

Bucky turns to look at her and meets her stare with shock. He recognizes the voice of Celeste but the woman standing there does not look like her nor Y/N. Covered in ritualistic runes and jewelry, she reminds him more of the witches that his father warned him of and the waves of childhood fright he instilled into him come crashing back. 

“She is guilty of treachery, murder, and infidelity. How do you plead, Margaret Carter Rogers?”

With Ana Cristina in his arms, Steve yells, “Not guilty! She’s not guilty.”

Peggy takes her chance and breaks Bucky’s arm before sprinting to her husband’s side. Bucky lets out a howl of rage and pain as he resets his arm. 

Steve looks to his wife and pleads with her to say she’s not guilty but she just offers him a sad look and kisses his forehead. 

“I plead guilty.”

Y/N smiles, “So be it. Binecuvântează-ți trupul, Strogori.” 

As soon as the words leave her mouth, Y/N goes rigid and collapses on the ground while Peggy begins to choke. Bucky rushes to Y/N, cradling her burning up body in his arms and whispering words of reassurance to her. Steve, on the other hand, goes to do the same to his wife but hisses in pain when he touches her. Peggy wails and sobs in pain as her skin begins to sizzle and crosses appear in the places where her skin is unmarred. He looks to Y/N in horror and back to his wife. 

“What did she do? Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!” he shouts and his despair awakes Ana Cristina. 

She groans and shifts in Steve’s lap which draws his attention back to her. He begs her to help Peggy but she explains that she can’t. There is no way to stop the blessing process once it’s started. His horror grows even more as Peggy’s cries grow quiet until there is nothing. 

Thor and Loki slowly sit up as Ana Cristina drags Luca closer to her. Bucky is holding Y/N against himself while Yelena and Juliette stay huddled by the doorway. Peggy’s and Alix’s bodies lay motionless as Steve stares distantly at them. 

All is still and peaceful in the room. The only sounds that can be heard are the shallow breaths of those awaking and Bucky’s whispers.

“I love you, Y/N. I have always loved you and I always will. Te iubesc, T/N. Te-am iubit mereu și o voi face mereu. Mereu și întotdeauna.” 

Mereu și întotdeauna.

Always and forever.

Always and forever means endless nights and long days for people like Y/N and Bucky. It’s a promise of love everywhere and in everything. As her breathing remains shallow and his whispers become a song, their new love does not fade but grows for it’s the only thing it can do. It’s fitting isn’t it?

His lost love coming back to him years later only for her to then suffer at his hands the same way she had before. The cycle will continue.

Always and forever 

as it means in 

this life 

or 

the next.

[pixie-skull]

Challenge, Alphabet of Crushes:

Pretty self explanatory, just list your biggest crushes of past and present to each letter. I tag @impossiblepeggy @little-bloodied-angel @geebs96 @airasora @thenamelessdoll @confettipetticoats @2009jorose @animagix101 @night130

A= Amalthea (The Last Unicorn)

B= Belle (Beauty and the Beast)

C= Christine (The Phantom of the Opera)

D= Dorian Grey (the picture of Dorian Grey)

E= Esmeralda (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

F= Frodo (The Lord of the Rings)

G= Granger, Hermione (Harry Potter) *Emma Waston I actually like for her, the character meh, but more roles lately make me really like Emma Waston more, just Hermione was my first role I really liked her*

H= Hemidall (Thor)

I= Inara (Firefly+Serenity)

J= Jasmine (Aladdin)

K= Kala (Sense8)

L= Loki (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

M= Merlin (BBC Merlin)

N= Nomi+ Amanita (Sense8) *I could not choose one as both are amazing*

O= Original Hex Girls (Scooby-Doo! and the Witch's Ghost) *mainly Thorn (center) and Luna(right side)*

P= Padme (Star Wars)

Q= Queen of Wonderland, White Queen, or Mirana of Marmorea (Alice in Wonderland) *mostly like her for she is played by Anna Hathaway and BONUS looks like a live action Amalthea*

R= Rose (Titanic)

S= She-Hulk (1996’s Incredible Hulk: Animated Series) *Cree Summer too a crush*

T= Tara (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

U= Underworld Persephone (Percy Jackson and the Lighting Thief)

V= Vampire Mina (Bram Stoker Dracula) *mention honestly wanted to find a way to mention Winona Ryder as such a huge crush, plus Winona in red dress so beautiful*

W= Wonder Woman (DC Comics, yet mostly Gal Gadot version)

X= Xavier, Charles (Marvel Comics, yet James McAvoy version, and yes I do not mind if someone needs a wheelchair)

Y= Yum-Yum (The Thief and the Cobbler)

Z= Zoe (Firefly+Serenity) * and Wash, as both have such an adorable relationship*

It is very apparent to me I have a type in both women and men. As well, yes, I still have major crushes on the live action character's thespian. I mean dang I was not expecting such types, but one of my friends did observe I tend to like Jewish, Middle Eastern, French, and Indian women, and men twinks XD (often Untied Kingdom). Dyed hair not picky on gender though, as a good look all around.

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Marvel - Loki x Listener Assuring Loki His Frost Giant Form Is Beautiful [N!SFW Exclusive Patreon Preview]

[GF4A M4A] [Dom/Switch top listener] [Established relationship] [Listener genitalia not-specified so could be penetrating with their cock or a strap-on] [Jotun/Frost Giant Loki] [Shapeshifting - Loki has a vulva] [Vaginal penetration on speaker] [Insecurities] [Reverse Comfort] [Praise] [Light bratting (it's Loki, he can't help it, he's trying)]

This month's second Patreon fledgling tier exclusive spicy audio. I combined pieces of different requests for this: Rio Pornoglyph asked for "a Loki x Listener audio where both parties are very insecure about their bodies that hinders them being intimate with one another. Moreso Loki being insecure about his Jotun form, which his partner was interested in seeing." and multiple requests from previous months for submissive and/or insecure Loki.

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Custom audio commissions are open! Full public spicy audios on sound gasm (link in pinned post). 2 Exclusive spicy audios on Patreon every month. I also stream on Twitch every week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]

[valiantphantomangel]

You can call me V and this shall be my very own story account!

Thank you all for being and continuing to be patient with me 💜

I will be writing again and be posting whenever the fic is finished, if you have anything that you would like to request please send them through!!

This is who I will be writing for: Only for Y/N female or gender neutral, Marvel men and actors, the Vampire diaries, X-Men and Shadow and Bone.

I will only write fics, because I suck at headcanons.

Another change that i will be making is that i will still write tickle fics BUT I will also write Fluff, hurt/comfort though I will only take no requests for this. I may write a little romantic but nothing 18+. This will stay a strictly SFW blog, safe for all ages.

Anyways I hope y'all have an amazing day and continue to love this blog as much as I do 🎆

Small update since 15 august: with everything that is going on right now I need to make some small changes, Everyone under 13 DO NOT INTERACT and everyone over 27 DO NOT INTERACT. I'm sorry for this whole change.

Characters/actors that I'll be writing for.

Marvel

Loki Laufeyson

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Peter Parker 1 2 3

Doctor Strange

Marc Spector

Steven Grant

Jake Lockley

Shadow and Bone

Aleksander Kirigan

Ivan

Fredyor

Jasper Fahey

Kaz Brekker

Nikolai Lantsov

The Vampire Diaries

Niklaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

[frostironfudge]

Tenebrous - Loki (AU) - Epilogue

Pairings: Vampire! Professor Loki x Fem!Reader, Bucky x Loki x Reader

Characters: Loki, Reader, Bucky Barnes, Stephen Strange, Baron Zemo, Other OCs

Warnings: witch-vampire bonds, coven dynamics, blood drinking, emotional, swearing, mild sm/ut

Word Count: 1.5k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics​

Chapter Twenty || Main Masterlist || Fic Masterlist || My AO3

Epilogue

One and a Half Year Later.

Nia squeals in anticipation. Loki and Bucky stand from their seats the loudest hoots and cheers from their seats. 

Stephen Strange is all smiles as he reads out Y/N’s name. Emery holds up her degree beaming brightly at their friend.

Y/N walks across the stage, heart full of happiness and love, finally completing her degree. The thick folder graces her hands. Happy tears as her fingers trace the university’s embossed logo. 

She meets them all outside, her parents travelling for the ceremony. They are all smiles and full of brimming pride. Some relationships still stung but she no longer focused upon the hurt. Instead she chose to move ahead, onto the brighter people who flooded love and light into her life.

The bonds tug at her, she turns away from her parents. Loki and Bucky dressed in suits walking towards her holding a bouquet of flowers each. Nia takes the degree from her hands, recording the video as her best friend runs towards her mates. 

Loki and Bucky hold onto her as she hugs the both of them, “I did it!” She cheers, laughing.

“You did it, love.” Loki kisses her cheek.

“We’re so proud of you.” Bucky kisses her other cheek. 

They embrace for a while longer before they part but not too far, always close enough. 

“Flowers for our little graduate.” They beam at her, basking in the happiness that resonates through their own chests. 

“Thank you.” She kisses their cheeks. 

Bucky frowns, “What no real kisses?” He pouts, making her roll her eyes. 

“Such demanding professors.” She shakes her head but stands on her tiptoes to kiss Bucky and then Loki. 

Bucky cups her cheek, his rings cool against her jaw, “Wasn’t that hard was it, Poetess?” 

“You’re an insatiable vampire, Warlock.” Loki murmurs, making the two laugh. 

“I hope you all will attend dinner.” Emery reminds as they make their way through the crowd. Their coven members nod. It was a small coven but was their family. 

“On our way there.” Loki assures, heading to where Y/N’s parents stood with Bucky to guide them to the dinner venue.

Nia waits back with Y/N. 

“I’m happy you made it back for graduation.” Y/N loops her arm through Nia’s. The vampire smiles at her best friend.

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

“How are you doing?” 

“Today is about you.” Nia reminds.

“Yes, then I demand to know about my best friend.” Y/N argues.

Nia shakes her head, “Ditched the alcohol, had meaningless hookups, trekked up the highest mountains, deep dived the deepest oceans, travelled alone and with acquaintances. However, my cloud bed is the most comfortable.” 

“You miss sleeping the most don’t you?” Y/N chuckles, Nia groans longingly.

“So much but now I’m back permanently. How are you coping with the longer stay in Romania?” Nia changes the subject.

“I’m excited, we went there during Christmas, Bucky is eager to begin restoration on the house.” Y/N smiles, “I’m happy, he can help the place heal.”

“So he’s a high priest now?” 

“Well technically, Moonmy–,”

“The moon who is also your mom.” Nia adds with a laugh.

“Yes so when the transfer occurred, Moonmy intervened right? We presume Bucky is now part Celestial since he did retain his magick as a vampire. He has a recruit too, the star tattoo apparently is a guide to this new coven. The recruit also lost his coven to Alexander. Bucky thinks he’s probably going to get more members who are from lost covens.” Y/N explains, Nia nods.

The entire discovery of Bucky being a High Priest worried them, but with the retention of his powers and his own drive to want to make things easier for other witches and warlocks cemented the fact that he is fit for the role. 

The intention to honour his own lost coven, by rebuilding the ruined home in Romania was one of the first few steps in the process of setting forth the path of the type of High Priest he wanted to be for the coven.

Bucky gazes across the great hall, easily finding his mate in conversation with Nia. Loki hands him a paper cup with the switched out drink.

“Professor.” Loki teases, Bucky shakes his head and takes a sip.

“Is this ever going to get old?” Bucky muses, making Loki chuckle.

“You’re the youngest person to be recruited in the History Department’s history. It will always amuse me.” 

“Though I do have a smidge of regret not being able to hold the position for longer, given our upcoming move.” He sighs, looking down at the drink and then across the hall.

Loki observes Bucky looking at Y/N.

“She is happy about the decision, excited even.” Loki assures his mate.

“I know I can feel it, sometimes I worry however if it will serve as a reminder of what she could not have despite being a witch.” The warlock-vampire traces the rim of the glass.

“James, if by some miracle she could have a kind High Priest as you she would have loved her powers and felt more connected to her heritage. I know you would have made her feel accepted and safe.” Loki’s lips brush over his temple.

Bucky nods, “I would have made her feel as safe and accepted and loved as she needs.”

The two watch as Y/N  makes her way over to them, her plate stacked with the small sandwiches she enjoyed and chatting animatedly with Nia about their post graduation trip to explore Europe before heading to Romania.

“Maybe I’ll come with you guys to Romania, to help out.” Nia suggests at the end of the night as they are walking into the house. 

Loki and Bucky walk behind them conversing about the furniture shipments and when they will be arriving at the Romanian Coven House.

“You could, yes.” Y/N smiles, “It will be fun!”

The door opens before they ring it and Nia pauses midstep, a soft tickle on her forearm moves upwards as though a spider climbing up her skin. A soft wisp of a web string. 

Nia looks up from her forearms to the man standing at the door.

His brown eyes accentuated by his glasses, hair floppily messed up. He smiles at her and then his lips part when their gazes lock. 

“H-how?” Nia questions, Y/N only smiles recognising the emotions playing across both their features.

“A gift from Moonmy.” Bucky explains as they head inside. 

“Peter, this is Nia, Nia this is Peter. He’s from New York City.”  Y/N introduces.

“Your favourite city.” Peter vocalises her thoughts.

“Yes…” Nia looks at Loki.

“You deserve to be happy Nia.” Bucky says holding his hand out to Y/N, “The patio is very cosy this time of night.”

Y/N takes her mate’s hand and enters the home, the three of them allow the young warlock and vampire to have moments alone.

Peter blushes, scratching the back of his neck, his rings gleam in the soft light.

“Do all warlocks wear rings?” Nia walks closer.

“It is part of our aesthetic.” Peter chuckles.

“Cute.” 

“You’re cute.”

Peter raises a brow, “Cute? I can change that.”

“Change what?”

“Your thoughts that they're cute.”

“How so?” Nia raises a brow.

Peter smirks, “The way you want to change my thinking that you are cute.”

Nia rolls her eyes, but leads him towards the patio.

Three and A Half Years Later

Y/N opens her eyes, her mates are near. She can tell from their amplified scents alone. Sitting up, her gaze falls to her hands. There is a small crescent on her right wrist. Her eyes move to Bucky; he stands at the door with Loki.

He holds up his wrist, his mark now missing but placed onto her. 

“Baby vampire and baby witch.” Loki explains, handing her the bottle of blood. She drinks it eagerly, the snow outside picks up. Then more till her hunger satiates, the bonds thrum stronger. 

The house withstands the storm better after the renovation. Bucky admires the mark on her wrist, he would give her initiation she deserves, the patience, the care. He would do everything for her and they have all the time to hone her skills.

Her eyes move to the ottoman, the small pillow on it, her gaze narrows. Urging for it to levitate, it does.

“I get a do over?” Her focus breaks and her mates move to her, smiling as they cup her cheek and run their fingers through her hair.

“You’re going to get the initiation you deserve, Poetess.” Bucky assures.

“Also having vampire sex with a High Priest is very scandalous.” Loki playfully adds, Y/N giggles as Bucky rolls his eyes.

“You enjoy every moment.”

“True, I do.” 

“So what would you like to do first, Witchling?” Loki gestures to the door.

“The two of you?” Her eyes grow dark and the red rims surround her irises.

Her two mates follow suit, to the first night of forever.

A.N: thank you for sticking around💖

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