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!

A poetic remix for Bucky Barnes.

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

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

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

- blade of nightshade, be my strength not my ruin 0.5 -

“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 change was by no means new to him, he was true to this barbaric lifestyle, but that meant little as his spine crackled with the shift. It was a cruel fact of life, pain.-A ruin is what became of the beast's home, but beauty can still be found in the wilds.

There was always a sweetness that lingered in Steve’s nose whenever he spent time with Bucky Barnes. It was a light floral scent with underlying honey and peach that followed Bucky wherever he went. Steve was never too far behind, low eyes and an intoxicated grin gracing his features every time. It was the look of a boy caught in a snare.-A dark and twisted fairytale.

- a wonder if it's room in heaven for savagesstory -

Jack was there when the bylaws on the subject were written. It could only mean one thing… there was another witch in Whitechapel.-Dr. Jack Benjamin always thought himself to be a good surgeon. When he loses another patient on his operating table, it sends him down a path befitting his ancestors.- bleak are the heavens, darker the gods 5.0 -

In a small Grecian village where the witches serve a morning star, there lives a man named Stéfanos who catches the eye of a peculiar stranger.ORA chance meeting with Lloyd sends Steve down a road darker than even the path of night.- bleak are the heavens, darker the gods 1.0 -

This piece of fanfiction was inspired by the quote: “In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.” - The Call of Cthulhu by H.P. Lovecraft

"A peculiar scent fills Steve’s nose as he wakes slowly. He knows that scent, it is one that still haunts him, that whispers his failures in his ears like prayers."--There were turncoats on the Lemurian Star.

- a love: carved from blood (bred of carnage)story -

Leaving his home, his family, behind fill Bucky with a sense of melancholy, it had been brewing in his stomach ever since he sat in his seat on this plane. He supposes that leaving and going to live with his father is the best thing he could have done given the situation. After all, he’s only a halfling.-The Dark Twilight x Stucky AU - 0.5

series: from what i've tasted of desire, i hold with those who favor fire