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bucking-mustangs-with-wings · 1 month

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Buck x Bucky Sorcerers vs Fae AU

After a long and temeltous war between two factions of Sorcerers and the Fae/Elvish that lasted years, the Sorcerers came out on top. A league of veteran magic casters were put together and tasked with finding the remaining Fae and bringing them in to custody to be held prisoner and made answer for their crimes against sorcerer-kind.. whether they played a part in the war or not. Innocent or guilty, they were now all seen as war criminals and enemies of the magic-wielders.

John Egan, part of the magic casters sent out into the depths of the forests after the last fleeing fae-kind, finds his beliefs and everything he had been taught about the Elvish put into question when he comes face to face with one of the very beings he was tasked to bring into prosecution. This thing in front of him, was only a kid. Not much younger than himself, eyes wide and terrified like a trapped prey animal in a snare.

Scared, injured, trying to run and find his way to safety after watching his entire family be senselessly slaughtered by the cruelty that was the sorcerers during the worst of the war, young fae Gale Cleven would rather die running than be captured and brought back to the compounds where he would either be tortured for information he didn't have.. or executed.

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This may end up becoming another WIP now 😂 I started watching The Shannara Chronicles today and honestly, Austin Butler with elf ears is just a MAJOR vibe 🥰

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Buck x Bucky Sorcerers vs Fae AU - WIP

I've got this one now in the works, as well as more for the Rodeo AU, my brain is fluttering back and forth between them atm, but I wanted to show a small bit of one of the scenes I'm working on for this. (Rough Draft).

The trees blurred in his peripheral, everything disappearing like the breath disappearing from his lungs, the panic pushing everything to the forefront. Just an adrenaline fuelled staccato beat thundering in his chest. Sweat beading at his brow.

Keep running. Just keep running, don't look back. Don't look back, or you're dead!

It was second nature to avoid the roots underfoot, the gnarled branches grabbing at the edges of his clothes and brushing his skin like long dead fingers trying to pull him down to the depths of hell. A cruel voice echoed in his head, that he was already there. He had already seen it. Hell was not far behind him, left in the debris littering familiar streets and captured under crumbled walls and burning in the flames of deliberate blue fire.

He could feel tears prick at the corners of his eyes, stinging and harsh. Could still feel the remnants of those flames licking at his skin. Could still hear the screams, anguished, terrified. Dead.

The sounds of magic, whirling like bullets past his ears still echoed in his skull, still kept their grip on his psych. It was as if he could still feel that dangerous energy in the air nipping at his heels like savage dogs, maws foaming with the need to watch him fall, clip his wings like a bird and send him tumbling down into the dirt.

"You can always tell, when that magic is about," his mother would always say, sitting in her chair at the dining table with a pair of knitting needles between her fingers, silver yarn spread over her lap and trailing off somewhere throughout the house. "It's like when a storm is coming, you can feel the shift in the air, the un-easiness settle in your stomach like you've swallowed iron weights. The hair on your arms stands on end like it's trying to sway away from it. You can taste it, on your tongue. You'll always know when it's close, Gale. When they're close. You'd do best to listen to what your instincts are telling you."

He tries to shake the image from his mind, vaulting himself over another moss covered root as thick as his arm. Of a familiar mouth, usually in a smile not unlike his own, now parted in shocked slack, crimson dripping from it's corners. An old, worn calloused hand with red painted nails outstretched in his direction, but still, lifeless. Eyes the same. Boring into his soul, frozen forever in an expression of pain and fear and emptiness. Nothing behind them. No light, no gleam. Just vacant and haunting and carved forever into the back of his mind like an etching in cement.

The air around him burned with every inhale, searing his over-worked lungs. His whole body was screaming at him to stop, that it couldn't take much more. It couldn't keep him going. It was on it's last legs, starved and exhausted and battered and bruised. Everything hurt.

A split second decision had him digging his heels into the soft forest floor, banking a hard left and flattening his back against a huge tree about three times his width. His shoulders heaved and shuddered, trying to draw in air, trying to keep his breath steady enough so that no un-necessary noise was made. The blood pumping through his terrified nervous system sounded like crashing ocean waves in his ears, his vision pulsing in and out with his heartbeat. He couldn't hear anything around him, could hardly see.

Squeezing his eyes closed, he kept his focus on the rhythm of his breath, palms squeezing, nails cutting into his flesh with enough force he was half expecting blood to drip between his fingers into the moss covered ground below.

His father's voice echoed in his head now, low and gruff but strong, serious and brave.

Controlling your breath can mean the difference between life and death out there, Gale. You control your breathing, you control your heart. They can sense your heartbeat, they have spells for that now. Shows them the echoes of it like damn fireworks. You don't want the wolves to hear you. Don't want them to see you. Or they'll empty those fireworks out of your chest and show it to you before they crush it under their boots.

Lifting his chin skyward, he focused what little eyesight he could properly see with with on the small sliver of blue sky peeking through the branches above his head. So plain and bare, normal. Completely oblivious to the horrible events taking place under it's enormous expanse. The more he stared, the more the roaring of his blood quieted in his skull, the more the incessant pulsing behind his eyes settled and he was able to take in the complete and utter silence that was enveloping the forest.

The thump-thump-thump buried deep in his sternum flowed more smoothly, but that hint of fear still had it's grips on him. Was still sinking it's teeth deep into his core like a splinter that would never be able to truly be plucked out.

If he could just get his bearings, could just sit for a moment, he could gather what few sensible thoughts were rattling around in his head and figure out where the hell we was supposed to go from here, what he was meant to do.

He could feel his legs trembling underneath him, his knees all but ready to give out and send him sinking down onto his haunches. He had to find somewhere safe. He had to find somewhere to rest for a few moments, a few hours if he was lucky enough.

He was just about to give in to his body's inconvenient exhaustion, let himself sit and allow his muscles and his still mildly racing heart to calm just that tad more, but the indistinct snapping of a branch far off to the right made every muscle in his overworked body freeze. His eyes shot down from the sky to stare straight ahead, his breathing caught in his throat, even though his lungs still protested at having their much needed supply of oxygen once again denied them fully.

But he couldn't let himself.

An acrid, sour taste crawled up his throat, coating his tongue like he'd just licked a copper penny, sparks dancing over his teeth and sending painful pulses through the very bone of his jaw. The fear quickly followed it again, his heartbeat beginning it's frantic and loud race and gripping his very soul like a cold blanket of electricity. He felt the sensation creep it's way through every cell, every vessel, every nerve. Like being submerged in freezing water.

Like a deer cornered by a wolf, he flickered his gaze down to his arms, held down by his sides.

Every hair was lifted and pointed skyward like they were trying to get away from something sinister.

"We got another one up ahead!"

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bucking-mustangs-with-wings · 1 month

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Here I'll be posting all my stuff so that it's easier to find amongst the chaos that is this blog >

Buck x Bucky Rodeo AU -

Barbed Wire Heart Fic Oneshot - ao3 - tumblr

Rodeo AU Moodboard - tumblr

Rodeo AU Original premise - tumblr

Rodeo AU Playlist <COMING SOON>

Buck x Bucky Sorcerers vs Fae AU -

NEW Game of Survival Fic - ao3 - tumblr Game of Survival video edit - tumblr

Sorcerers vs Fae Concept Video - tumblr

Sorcerers vs Fae WIP Preview - tumblr

Sorcerers vs Fae Original Premise - tumblr

John Egan Sorcerers vs Fae Character Moodboard - tumblr

Gale Cleven Sorcerers vs Fae Character Moodboard - tumblr

Sorcerers vs Fae Playlist - spotify

Other Stuff -

Cleven Twin Drabble - tumblr

buckxbucky Band/Punk au idea w HC - tumblr

buckxbucky Band/Punk au moodboard w short drabble - tumblr

buckxbucky werewolf au moodboard - tumblr college professor!bucky x skater!buck au moodboard - tumblr

skater!au buck x curt friendship moodboard w/ headcannons - tumblr

skater!au buck x curt friendship text moodboard - tumblr Skater!Buck & Skater!Curt Instagrams - buck - curt

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