#augustwritingchallenge

do you trust me with your scars enough to show me your heart

author: aspen blackwood

series: wonder if it's room in heaven for savages

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu

masterpost | 🅼 | word count: 3455 | multichapter fic

tags: creature au, non traditional omegaverse, pre war ➳ ww2 stucky

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.

bingo fills + event prompts

@anyfandomaubingo | free space

@afgomegaversebingo | falling asleep together

@anyfandomfluffbingo | cuddling in bed

@augustwritingchallenge: april showers brings m-au flowers | flower language

@avengersbingo | soulmate au

@badthingshappenbingo | forgetting to eat

@buckybarnesbingo: round 6 | u1: bed sharing

@buckybarnesevents

babb 2023 | soulgazing [march prompt] hot bucky summer 2024 | week 4: free week

creatures & cryptids: into the wilds bingo | will o’ wisp

crossover bingo | soulmates au

@eclipsingbingo

card 1 | blood from mouth card 2 | biting

@fandombingo: r1999 bingo | rpf card: "your hands are trembling"

@fandom-free-bingo

valentine’s edition | fairy au wild edition | broken skin + childhood friends world book night edition | iele au

@hurtcomfort-bingo | falling asleep on each other

hurt and comfort bingo: pick your poison bingo round 1 | fever

@julybreakbingo: pre july 24 | canon divergence, kink: wings

kinky-things-happen | cuddling

loversbingo

the conflict | throwing a punch the reeling | unsure & suspicious the solution | dark magic

scalding hot: consent issues bingo | wings as erogenous zones

@seasonaldelightsbingo: language of flowers bingo | spearmint [warm sentiment]

@stuckygeekevents: stucky geek bingo | tension, body image issues

@sweetspicybingo: hurt/comfort bingo | hand holding

@the-slumberparty: sundae bar | cookies & cream: soulmates

@yearoftheotpevent | march: fairytale au

read ch. 1: a maze you love getting lost in

ao3 | sqwa

mini playlist

2. Exotic Vacation

@augustwritingchallenge

Cherik. Modern AU. Still have powers. Mutant Husbands on vacation. Silliness. This is pure silliness. I don’t even know guys. 🤷🏼‍♀️

892 words

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“It’s staring at me.”

“It’s not staring at you.”

“It’s staring at me.”

“It’s not staring at you.”

“It is. It’s staring at me.”

Charles put down his book and looked directly, for the first time, at the ‘starer’ in question. Then, he looked sideways at the ‘staree’. “Erik, it’s not staring at you.” He picked his book back up, eyes searching for the line he’d left off on.

“You’re not taking this seriously. It’s plotting. It’s plotting our demise right at this very moment.”

Charles sighed, internally, and placed his bookmark securely in the crease, abandoning the adventures of wizards and elves for another time.

Erik was still talking. “It’s four beady little eyes are boring into my soul. It’s waiting for us to go to sleep. Then we will meet our venomous ends.” He was dead serious.

“More likely eight.”

“What?”

“More likely eight eyes. Most spiders have eight.”

This time it was Erik who looked sideways at him, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Thank you for that, Professor Xavier. How does this help us?”

“I’m a geneticist, not an arachnologist.”

“Only you would know that word.”

“Entomologist, then?”

“Only you would know that word too.”

“Bug scientist?”

“Better.”

“Regardless of my qualifications or lack thereof, I hardly know what you expect me to do about it.”

Erik’s brow creased more deeply than it already was. Clearly, he didn’t know either. The spider in question was large, at least the size of his palm, fuzzy. The sort you’d never find in the continental United States. Only tropical places, like this one, and maybe Australia. Not one you could easily smoosh under your shoe or place a cup over and release back into the wild.

“Besides, it means us no harm.”

Erik rolled his eyes. “You never think anyone means us any harm no matter how many times humans prove otherwise.”

Charles thought about taking the bait. A political argument was likely to distract his husband from the spider idly hanging out in the top corner of the room. However… he’d also just learned that the famed agitator and rebel with a cause, otherwise known as Magneto, was afraid of spiders. There was no way he wasn’t going to have fun with that. He adopted his most obnoxiously arrogant, professorial tone. “I know for a fact it means us no harm.”

“Enlighten me.”

Charles sighed deeply, as if being put upon by someone deeply stupid. “My mutation is…”

“Telep— no, no. You are not suggesting that you can read that spider’s mind.”

“That’s precisely what I’m suggesting.”

“I would think, in all the years we’ve known each other, that I would have noticed if you could read animal minds.”

“Arachnid minds— .”

Erik growled.

“ —Also, he’s rather wondering why it is you’re staring so intently at him, if you must know.”

Erik pounced. On Charles, not the spider. His copy of Fellowship of the Ring skidded off the bed and onto the floor. Despite the loud bang it produced, the spider remained nonplussed and unmoving.

“You’re not serious.”

“While you’ve been falsely accusing him of murderous thoughts, he’s been contemplating a making a meal of the large frogs that have been hopping in and out of here anytime we open the door.”

The look of sheer horror on Erik’s face was a thing of beauty. “You take that back.”

“A scientific fact?”

“I don’t accept it. I will not be able to sleep tonight if I accept it. I will not be able to fuck you senseless in this bed tonight if I accept it.”

It was Charles’ turn to look horrified.

“Well then. It’s docile, it spins pretty webs to catch nothing larger than teeny flies and wishes us a very, very pleasant evening.”

Erik dropped his head and groaned. “If there is anything I do know it’s that this spider does not care about our sex life, this is the most ridiculous conversation we’ve ever had, and if you could read it’s mind, you could convince it to go away.”

The spider, who had not moved even one of its eight legs for more than 30 minutes, began scuttling in the direction of the door that opened to the ocean vista behind it.

“Shall I let the little fellow out?”

Erik moved his head from where it was buried in Charles’ shoulder and looked back.

“Oh no. No no no. This is a coincidence. This is a fucking coincidence. You are absolutely not controlling that spider.”

Charles grinned, kissed Erik’s cheek, gently shoved him off and made his way to the door. He slid it open with a slight flourish and the spider skittered out. Charles stuck his head into the evening air and gave a little wave. “Goodbye Arnold.”

“I hate you.”

Charles closed the door behind him. “There, darling, you’re safe now. No more big, scary spiders.”

“I really hate you.” Erik flopped back and buried his head under a pillow.

“Is that so?”

Charles slid back into the bed and proceeded to prove, in several different ways, why Erik did not hate him, not even a little.

I'm going to list all multifandom events that are happening in August so you guys could be prepared:

@augustwritingchallenge - This is an Alternate Universe (AU) event where each day of August represents a different AU.

@writersmonth - Writer's Month is a daily prompt challenge that has both a word and setting as a prompt each day.

@flufftober - Flufftober is hosting a Catch Up Month where creators are allowed to use their 2021 prompts throughout August.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, WandaVision (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Vision Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Darcy Lewis Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Urban Fantasy, Romantic Comedy, Magic, Fluff and Humor, Pining, Human Vision (Marvel) Series: Part 10 of for the hope of it all Summary:

By the fourth time Wanda accidentally teleported herself into his house, Vision was a little more prepared for it.

This time, it was early in the morning, and he was taking a batch of scones out of the oven. When he heard the tell-tale pop! behind him, he thankfully did not drop the baking tray, and only turned to find Wanda standing next to his dining table with an irritated look on her face. She looked less put-together than he’d seen her so far, lacking her usual witch attire and pointed hat, instead standing barefoot with her hair in a messy bun and her long legs poking out from a pair of grey cotton shorts and a too-big black shirt that said I’m Magic And I Know It in sparkly red letters.

Her mouth was scrunched up in anger. “Baba Yaga,” she spat, “why can’t I get this stupid spell right?”

(Or: Wanda is a disaster witch who keeps accidentally portaling into Vision's house.)

hoping these roses dull the pain, cover the scars and turn the page

author: aspen blackwood

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu

masterpost | 🅴 | 🔞 | fic word count: 4935 | complete

tags: alpha x alpha, drugged, forced sex, non con body bod, non traditional omegaverse, triggered mating, secondary gender modification, dark elements

The asset knows it is imperative to appear as compliant as possible. This isn’t a difficult task. Its handlers modified its operating levels to unfamiliar settings. It can feel the heat rising beneath its skin. It can feel the strange wetness pooling between its thighs as it lies on a bed of metal. As far as the asset is concerned, that has never happened before. - Order through pain is all the asset knows.

bingo fills + event prompts

@anyfandomangstbingo | handcuffs

@anyfandomdarkbingo | chained to a bed

@anyfandomgoesbingo | mating cycles

@anyfandomkinkbingo | fucking like rabbits

@afgomegaversebingo | rough sex

@augustwritingchallenge: april showers brings m-au flowers | loss

@badthingshappenbingo | incapable of disobeying

@buckybarnesevents: babb2023 | come as lube [jan]

@character-a-character-b: may bingo | 64: sensual creatures

@fandombingo: rpf card | loyalty kink

@fandom-free-bingo

flight edition | overstimulation + alt: refusing to fight back maritime may | omegaverse au valentine edition | sex pollen wild edition | malaise world book night edition | no remorse + alt: struggling to break free

@ficwip: level up | 3rd pov - present tense

@julybreakbingo: pre july 24 | exophilia

@kinky-things-happen | fuck or die

loversbingo

the conflict | omega’s first heat the reeling | forced helping hand the solution | can’t stop

@marvel-smash-bingo | multiple orgasms

@multifandom-flash

fear bingo | fear of ice new year’s resolution | public sex + rough sex + sex pollen

@sebastianstanbingo | multiple orgasms

@stuckybingo | kink: biting [nsfw may adoptable]

@stuckygeekevents: stucky geek bingo | confusion

stucky smut menu

trope | sex pollen character version | possessive!steve kink | public sex

@sweetspicybingo: hurt/comfort bingo | held captive

@taintedsouled: spring cleaning soot sprites | playroom: monsterfucking

@ultimatechrisbingo | right person, wrong time

@yearoftheotpevent | september: hurt/comfort

ch 2: why does it taste so bitter (when you’re the sugar that touches my lips)

read: ao3 | sqwa

mini playlist

1. Ancient Gods

Cherik. No particular mythology. Borderline Dark!Charles. Look out Shaw.

969 words

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“It’s okay. I’m here.”

The sounds of Erik’s cries had been deafening. Not in the metaphorical sense most people used the phrase, no, but in the most literal sense possible. There was not a place in any of the realms of mortals or gods that did not know the depth of his pain.

“You’re here?!” Erik rounded on him, sea-green eyes glowing in the unnatural way only a God’s could. They sparked with a fury that would lay waste to all those who had wronged him. Charles, who well knew his temper, and understood his rage better than anyone else could, hardly blinked as the strength of Erik’s emotions were re-directed at him.

“Of what use is your presence?” Erik’s laughter was cruel, but still Charles was steady. “For centuries you have stood idly by as he has worked to destroy all.”

This was Erik’s truth, but hardly his own. Charles did work, every day, to maintain the balance. On a better day, Erik may have begrudgingly agreed. Though their methods were not the same, their goals certainly were, but not today. Not when Genosha, of which Erik was the patron God, lay in utter ruin before them.

“If you are here to tell me vengeance is not the answer, so help me—“

“I am not.”

This blunt statement gave Erik pause, if only momentarily. “What then? To plead for peaceful resolution? Diplomacy? Shaw understands no such—“

“The time for peace has passed.”

The silence that followed this second unexpected statement was nearly as deafening as Erik’s rage. His expression would have been comical were it not for the gravity of the situation. His mouth looked a bit like a fish, as he gaped and searched for words which would not come.

“He has gone too far this time. You were right, Erik, for perhaps longer than I’ve cared to admit. He has garnered too much influence, both with men and our brethren, he is long past upsetting the balance. There is no balance, not anymore, and we will all suffer for it. My methods have failed. I promise you I will—“

Erik cut him off, almost savagely. “This is trick.” His eyes narrowed, all accusation, as he overcame his initial shock and found his voice. “These are not Charles’ words. Is this Raven before me? Has Shaw sent you to toy with me further?”

This time Erik’s words did hit and Charles flinched. The were a very real punch to his gut. The loss of his sister to Shaw’s cause was an open wound, one which would never heal. He slid into Erik’s mind, convincing him in the only way that would be irrefutable, that it was not the trickster god before him.

Do you forget what I am God of, Erik? Of Mind? Of Heart? Is it easier to lash out at me than remember that as your people cowered before Shaw, I heard every pleading thought? As they died before Shaw, that I felt their terror, their pain, as if it were my own? Do you truly think me so cruel as to be unmoved? Would a taste of it help you believe that I am here for you in every way?

Charles was shaking now, his own ire rising, as it often did when they sparred. He looked away from Erik, whose expression had become increasingly unreadable, and instead gazed reluctantly upon the wasteland that had been Genosha, upon the lifeless bodies he could no longer hear or feel. Mortals lived, they died. The shells they left behind had never stopped disconcerting him, not since the dawn of time. He accepted it, however, as this was the way of things in the world of men. The scene before him though, he could not accept. Hundreds of thousands of souls silenced in an instant. It had wrenched a piece of his very being away. Not an easy thing to do, to a god.

“I am here for you, my friend.”

He looked back at Erik.

“And, there will be no mercy.”

The God of the Forge, of Genosha, moved closer to him, the waves of fury that had crashed from him were by no means forgotten, but abated, pushed aside by his utter astonishment.

He placed his hand on Charles’ still shaking shoulder. “This is not you, Charles.”

It was Charles’ turn to laugh “Is it not what you’ve always wanted?”

Erik shifted, uncomfortably. “What will the world, will any of us do, without your mercy?”

Silence stretched between them. Charles searched for it. The part of him which had always believed in second chances, in the goodness that lay in each being, no matter how buried. He could not find it. Perhaps it was this that had been wrenched away when Genosha burned.

“For Shaw and those who follow him, I have none.”

“Raven— ?”

“Has made her choice.”

The words burned.

Erik cupped his cheek, a rough hand cradling him, as though they were not the hands of an immortal being, but of the hard-working mortals who had worshipped him.

“You don’t mean that. You can’t.”

“I do.”

Erik’s other hand joined the first, the gesture so unlike him, so gentle— an aching echo of how things had once been between them, eons ago.

“You’re sure?”

Behind them the sun rose over Genosha, because that’s what the sun did. That’s what it would do, every day, now and forever, even though there was no longer anyone there to greet it. Charles rested his hands on Erik’s wrists and squeezed. “I am with you. I am with you until it is done.”

“There is only one way… The balance… Charles, I do not even know if it can be done.”