*WIP THURSDAY*
Tagged by @ellethespaceunicorn 🩶
I have too many wips rattling around in my brain but here are 3 that I'm currently working on...
bound by blood, thy lovers kiss spells death [evanstan, 🅴] - Chris and Sebastian were never supposed to fall in love with each other. They did anyway.
His comrades teased him plenty when the official summons came. They sang nonsensical songs Beltane, Beltane, All Hail Beltane, as if they knew the real reason he was headed home, as if it was truly a good thing. For the others it probably was, but for Sebastian it would be one of the hardest battles he had ever fought.
do you trust me with your scars enough to show me your heart [stucky, 🅴] - a catfa divergence x twisted fairytale au
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.
burning embers of a dying world [stucky, 🅴] - a dune au
Brooklynd, the capital city on Vanaheim - 10923 Steve 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? — Brooklynd, Vanaheim - 20 years later Ever since he can remember, Steve has always been plagued with visions while he sleeps of a boy with pupils that mirror the shade of the Vanaheim ocean tides and irises that sing of the skies. That same boy grows into the man that leads him across the sand dunes that cover Arrakis in its entirety. He still has those dreams, he sees the man wearing a smile that pierces Steve’s soul, one hand drenched in blood and an arm coated in metal. He thinks of those dreams as he stands at the altar to await his bride with those same blue eyes.
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