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A Discovery of Witches is TOO good. Really gonna have to finish the fic series now. I might even make a sideblog for it since I have no self-control 😅
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Chapters: 1/16 Fandom: Marvel Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Fantasy, i never know what to tag, Slow Burn, Blood and Injury, Major Character Injury, but also love times, Fluff and Angst, Witchcraft, Falling In Love Summary:
The falling in love of two idiots where one is an outlaw and the other is secretly a witch.
“You looked like you could use some company.”
To which Bucky gives a soft scoff, “Oh is that why you’ve been staring at me since you sat down?”
“Oh. No, I was just trying to think of a bad pick-up line. Figured I have enough bruises though,” The stranger responds, offering a bit of a crooked smile back to him.
“This your backup plan then?”
The blonde smiles a little wider at the banter, which Bucky guessed was the invitation to keep on talking to him. “My backup plan was to say something smooth and buy you another drink. Then you looked over and I couldn’t think of anything except how gorgeous you were.”
“Oh is that the bad pick-up line?” Bucky teases, giving a smile and returning his gaze to his cup.
“Couldn’t hurt to try something,” He shoots right back, gaining Bucky’s attention again right as eyes crinkle in amusement. Even if one of those eyes had a bruise that had to be a few days old by now. “I could still buy you that drink I mentioned.”
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America - All Media Types, Captain America (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Alpine (Marvel) Additional Tags: Shrunkyclunks, Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, Modern Bucky Barnes, Captain America Steve Rogers, Nonbinary Bucky Barnes, Witch Bucky Barnes, Tattooed Bucky Barnes, Gender Non-Conforming Bucky Barnes, Baker Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - Bakery, Alternate Universe - Magic, Familiar Alpine, Riding, Lingerie, Ritual Sex, Supernatural Elements, Sex Magic, Magic Series: Part 3 of The Season of the Witch Summary:
"It wouldn't even be that hard," Bucky continues, but Steve's eyes are busy tracing the black ink snaking up the other's leg, remembering how it feels to follow the lines with his tongue. He's in his goddamn Docs today, which is playing dirty. There's something about Bucky in a showy skirt and a crop top and those boots that makes Steve's brain cells take a vacation.
"Something would be pretty hard," he manages, and Bucky gives a cackling little laugh.
Bucky's found a ritual in an old book. Steve is all too happy to lend him a hand with it.
Okay enby witch!bucky is past 14,5k words and with that officially one of the longest things I have ever written. I am slowing down a little bit with writing, mostly because I don't want this story to end.
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The man blows out a breath. It's a surprisingly prosaic noise. "Let's start over," he decides. "I'm Bucky." He wraps Percy's leash around his left hand, leans down, and holds out his right. Steve takes it. It's warm and calloused, the skin a little rough. "Bucky Barnes." He tugs at Steve's hand and Steve lets himself be helped to his feet.
"Steve Rogers," Steve says. "What the fuck?"
Bucky laughs.
Steve has to make himself let go of Bucky's hand after what he hopes is a normal amount of time, not a creeper amount of time. Bucky's laugh is really nice. He thinks he'd like to hear it again. But first, there's the matter of the gryphon.
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In which Steve Rogers stumbles across the Barnes Exotic Animal Rescue for Magical Creatures, meets a witch named Bucky, accidentally adopts a unicorn, and never wants to leave.
by @deisderium
A beefy Witch
witching hour
part two of this
Rhodey always knew there was something...not quite right with his best friend.
Sometimes he would look at old pictures from WW2 with longing in his eyes and there was always a picture of Howling Commandos somewhere in their shared room in MIT. Rhodey always thought it was just stupid teenage crush, but years came and nothing changed and here they are now, watching as Bucky fucking Barnes fights Captain America on some bridge.
He turns to face his friend and his heart stops when he sees Tony’s face. His best friend is pale, his eyes wide, full of pain deeper than Rhodey thought could be there.
He wants to hug his friend, ask what’s wrong, help somehow, but Tony shakes himself aware again, and the moment is gone. They don’t say anything, just watch, and it’s only 3 days later that Steve comes back, beaten and horrified and shocked and they hole up in the workshop for a few hours.
That night Rhodey holds Tony as his friend cries over his parents, over what Hydra did to them, over what they did to an innocent man. When Rhodey sees the files, it takes all of his professional facade to stay upright and not puke.
“Tones?” he asks quietly when they’re sitting together and sipping grape juice. “What’s wrong?”
A question like this is always a gamble because Tony hides from emotions and escapes deep talks, but his friend seems to be in a mood because he sighs and looks at Rhodey with haunted eyes.
“I’m just...shocked,” Tony whispers in a hoarse voice. “By how much he suffered.”
Rhodey knows that Tony cares deeply and intensely, but the way he says “he”, as if he knows Barnes personally as if he’s not a stranger. It’s the way Tony says his name, Pepper’s name, how he talks about the Avengers.
A friend, someone he holds close and dear.
But they never met.
He’s left with hundreds of questions and no answers as the Avengers throw themselves into dismantling Hydra and his work calls again. For some time, Rhodey pushes those thoughts away, and it works, because life doesn’t stop just because a fallen hero of WW2 came back to life.
Then, the whole “witch” thing happens and Rhodey is thrown right back into the madness.
As if New York doesn’t have enough issues, they seem to have acquired a witch, a real European witch, wearing rags and long skirts, with a croaky voice and thin arms.
The old lady is very lively though, as they’re fighting for 4 hours and still nothing changes. They’re exhausted, all of them, and Iron Man has taken a beating, so Rhodey’s heart is pounding both from the effort and the stress.
They all watch, horrified, as the witch raises a hue of dark red energy, slowly covering the sky. They don’t have any magic users with them, so it’s basically throwing stones at a wall, but still, they want to fight, even as the sun starts to set.
Of course, it’s the day before Halloween, so everything is even more creepy and weird and Rhodey is really tired and Tony seems to be flagging and everyone is stressed and then something changes in the air.
The witch pauses as well, suddenly alert in a way she wasn’t before, and when Rhodey listens, he hears it.
The laughter.
It sounds like hundreds of people laughing at the same time, all genders, all ages, twisted and wrapped into something that echoes through the air.
Rhodey swallows and glances at Tony. Frowns when he sees his friend lighting up like a damn Christmas tree, his helmet down.
Mist starts forming underneath them, thick and clogging and heavy, turning a fight into a scene from a horror movie. Tony, however, doesn’t seem alarmed. No, he’s starting to smile now, that small hopeful smile Rhodey hasn’t seen on him for a long time.
He looks around and then there’s someone on the roof of the building, next to Tony.
He flies closer and almost does a double-take when he recognizes Barnes.
“Bucky?” Steve asks, shocked and hopeful through the comms, but Barnes doesn’t glance at him.
Instead, he helps Tony stand and wow, his moves are slow and careful and from what Rhodey can see, they’re acting as if it’s not their first meeting. In the middle of everything he forgets about the witch, and she screeches at them, red energy surging up.
Then Barnes takes a step closer and a flood of bright blue appears behind him, alive and twisting, howling into the wind that suddenly appeared. Rodney shivers even in his armour and he can see that the Avengers also feel weird.
Tony just stands there, staring at Barnes as the assassin grins at the witch. It’s savage and dark and full of promise.
“He’s mine,” he says, and his voice carries. “He’s been mine for centuries.”
The witch snarls at him but she looks...afraid now, the red energy twisting like a spooked cat. Barnes smirks and waves his hand and the blue energy floods the red, the mist following. The old woman screams, her body glowing blue, and Barnes straightens, looking straight at her.
For a second, there’s someone else in his place, a hundred of someones, all deadly looking and clothes in black, shadows twisting around their shoulders.
“It’s time,” they say, voice echoing. “Go home.”
The glowing woman flickers for a second, before walking forward, right into the mist. It glows blue as well, before settling, and all that’s left is the woman’s body. It disintegrates into ash and Rhodey knows it’s Barnes’s doing.
It’s quiet for a while, no one knowing what to say, and Barnes, now back to looking like himself again, just turns around and opens his arms to Tony, who walks into them like he’s going home.
The mist goes away but the shadows stay, close around Barnes’s shoulders, now also covering Tony. The image they make is right somehow like the universe is letting out a sigh of relief.
They’re in the right place, and all the questions must wait.
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When Bucky was seven the Training Masters told him he had no magic, no potential, that he'd never be a witch. It wasn't a surprise. Witches came from certain families and a certain class, just like magic was sterile and ordered and familiars were obedient and servile. That was simply the way the world worked.
Bucky grew up and got on with living his mundane life, knowing he was one hundred percent magic free. Which meant it came as something of a shock when the familiar appeared in his living room, claiming Bucky was his witch. It meant the Masters had been wrong. It meant Bucky had magic.
It meant, just maybe, that wasn't the way the world had to work after all.
Great fic! :D
