A poetic remix for Steve Rogers.

- blade of nightshade, be my strength not my ruin -

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

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

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

- blade of nightshade, be my strength not my ruin 0.75 -

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“He couldn’t help the way his heart seemed to fall out of his chest. Steve’s reaction came from a place of awe at his display of power. He knew what he looked like, the wisps of flames dancing along his flesh like nymphs in a forest. His shoulder length hair floating in an unnatural wind that no one but him could feel. He was a vision of beauty and light objectively speaking, his own opinions on his appearance not really something he liked to think about. He wished though that his visage would have evoked a more provocative response from Steve, he would have even taken an emotional one too. Turning abruptly, he missed Natasha elbowing Steve in the stomach. All he heard was a grunt and minor squabbling in the background as he led the captain and the widow deeper into the castle.”

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Team Cap search for the one thing that could send Bucky back to where he started.

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The house on the corner of Eighth Street and Camp hasn’t always been painted black. Through the years, it goes through multiple paint jobs as new tenants move in and try to bring it to life. The amount of people that rotate through the property with their different ideals on exterior design is absurd.-Making a house a home is supposed to be easy.

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Brooklynd, the capital city on Vanaheim - 10923Steve looked at the brunet haired baby boy with pointed ears in the bassinet, the omega he would one day take as his wife. He could just barely hear the adults talking on the other side of the room as they whispered about courtship and marriage. He couldn’t believe the Ljósálfar would travel so far from Álfheim to discuss such topics. He was a mere five year old boy, what did he know of alliances and weddings?-The Stucky Dune AU 0.5

series: burning embers of a dying world

The hypnotic sounds of the water making contact with the sides of The Avenger aroused Buchanan from slumber.-Buchanan is traveling across the high Kamar-Taj seas to reach Aetherlyn City on the Avenger with Captain Rogers and his band of merrimen, when a peculiar aria captures his attention.​​​​​​​

The line between a villain and a hero is razor thin. One bad day or wrong decision can lead a person down a path that they can't come back from.

Peter Johnston never even gave a second thought to heroes or villains. Until an exhibit blew up his normal life, Peter enjoyed working as a tour guide at an art gallery between college classes. Now he faced the responsibilities of new powers, and possibly catching the eye of a fellow hero. New realities force Peter to answer some hard questions about himself, including a rising villain that he knew before all of this chaos started.

Thanks to Cass for making the description and the cover <3