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
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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
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