Familiar Faces
by ThePirateStorm a Stucky WIP
Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Captain America - All Media Types, Captain America (Chris Evans Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Abraham Erskine, Sarah Rogers (mentioned), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Peggy Carter Additional Tags: Very loosely inspired by The Sword in the Stone (1963), Alternate Universe - Magic, Shapeshifting, Dragons, Alternate Universe - Wizards, Familiars, Curses, Dark Magic, Rape/Non-con Elements, Sex, Rough Sex, Sex Magic, Anal Sex
Summary:
Steve Rogers’ magic is wild, untrained, and dangerous enough to get him killed.
Taken in by the wizard Abraham Erskine, Steve is given shelter, guidance, and the faint hope that his power can be mastered. In Erskine’s tower, he gains two companions: Sam, a raven who watches the world too closely, and a silent white cat named Bucky, whose eyes gleam with unsettling intelligence.
A shadow stalks his sleep. A voice that knows his name. A presence that feels cold. Old and broken.
As Steve searches for a way to survive his own magic, the line between familiar and curse begins to blur. Some spells do not bind. Some souls do not stay whole. And some companions are only fragments of something far darker, following close behind.
Chapter 10: Curses & Cawing
Snippet:
Sam is still on the windowsill, feathers slicked from the mist that’s crept in through the half-open pane. The raven mutters softly, words still beyond Steve’s understanding, the tone part scold, part concern. The cat lounges on the high-backed chair, but there’s a thread of wariness that isn’t usually there.
Steve goes to the basin, splashes his face with the cold water. His reflection stares back at him, pale and strained. For an instant, as the surface of the water ripples, he sees another reflection just beyond his own: a tall man with blue-lit eyes, cloaked in shadows. Then the image breaks, and only Steve remains.
Sam gives a low croak. The cat leaps from the chair and pads to the door, ears flicking towards the forest beyond the window. Something is there. Steve feels it too, a hum at the base of his skull, the echo of a voice whispering from beneath the world. It’s been like this since the hydra, but today it’s stronger, deeper.
He stays indoors, flicking through the spell books and taking notes. He writes another letter for his mother, tempering his guilt at omitting Abraham’s death yet again with stories of the white cat, and a charcoal sketch of the two creatures in his company.
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