Please please please remember fruit bats as October approaches please I'm begging you it will be so funny if AO3 gets inundated with fruit bat vampires for Halloween
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Bucky smells the vampire approaching the bar before he senses them. They have a distinct aroma, like prey that sets his hackles up. "We're out of all AB and A negative, so if you want blood, I can only offer you O, B, and A positive," he says, not turning from putting new bottles on the back bar. They'd had a surprise hen night. Harpies liked their drinks strong. Steve had to refill the kegs twice.
"Oh, um," the vampire answers after a moment. "I just wanted a piña colada."
Bucky blinks at the bottles once, then blinks again, harder, just to be sure. Finally, he turns, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. "A piña colada?" he repeats, skeptical, just before his eyes land on the vampire in question.
He understands immediately upon seeing him. His fangs don't drop when Bucky makes eye contact with him, although he does stand straighter when he realizes Bucky is a werewolf. His eyes don't flash red, either. He keeps his head tipped forward, looking up at him through his lashes, but not in a way that says he's on the hunt. A fruit bat. He's seeing an honest to God fruit bat in his bar.
"...I didn't see a 'no bat' sign," the vampire adds hesitantly.
Bucky immediately leaned in, leering at him. "I don't discriminate, doll," he drawls, low and slow, and is delighted when the vampire's cheeks flush a pretty pink.
"Sounds like you're coming on to me," the vampire jokes, scratching his cheek.
"He is," Steve says flatly, slamming a highball glass down on the counter in front of the vampire. "Here, Tony. On the house for Bucky's assumption."
"Oh, thank you," Apparently Tony replies, taking the glass in both hands. He points at the corner booth. "And the rest want a pitcher of beer and a pitcher of margarita."
"I'll bring them by," Steve agrees, then grabs Bucky by the scruff and yanks him back from the bar. "Tony doesn't do casual," he growls, teeth going sharp in warning.
"Gran's been mentioning an arranged mating so this as good a time as any to settle down," Bucky says, because Steve hadn't turned him in a way that kept him from admiring the vampire's shapely rear.
"Make the margaritas," Steve barks, shaking him, before grabbing another pitcher to fill with beer. "And Tony's drink is coming out of your tips, just so you know."
"You know I can't stand tequila you are punishing me enough," Bucky hisses. He hears a laugh that makes his stomach flutter and turns, choking back a whine when he sees that Tony has thrown his head back and his neck is one long line of need-to-be-nibbled skin. "Fuck." His hackles are rising for a completely different reason and it's embarrassing.
"Make the pitcher," Steve growls, and there's an edge to it that makes him want to flash his belly in submission.
"Yeah okay," Bucky sighs miserably, grabbing down a bottle of top shelf.
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06. Lanterns-616 Stony(with Vampire Tony+NSFK🔞)
Vampire doesn't have refraction in the mirror, so Tony used a pumpkin lantern as his face🎃
Sorry for the delay, and maybe a little off the theme😅
The last one survives! Let's see if this can stay, too.
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steve's gotten used to being this big, strong guy. it was difficult at first, remembering he's not as small as he used to be, but now, he's fully aware of what he's capable of; other people are, too. he's gotten used to being taller and bulkier than average, and to the way people move out of his path. when steve stands, people tend to just go around him instead of expecting him to move.
maybe it's because he got used to it that when vampire tony slams steve up against a wall like he weighs nothing and grins, steve is caught offguard. he watches tony's eyes flash red with just a hint of pearly fangs on rosy lips, and steve goes completely weak at the knees. because tony makes steve feel small again, because tony is pinning him down with a dark predatory look in his eyes like he wants to eat steve alive.
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art for @holistic-alcoholic‘s fic “Will My Angel Come Back to Me?” (Here on AO3)
“ They met two times. For the first one, Bucky was drunk and as happy as he could be, on leave, clean and not hurting for the first time in months. That night his life changed; that night he met his angel. A beautiful man, loud and laughing, as if he came from another world, the world without the war, kissed him in a dark alley, like he was a dame, like they were allowed to, like they were in love; Bucky can’t forget that kiss, not even seven decades since, never will. “
Vampires Tony and Bucky! Long lost love! Watch these two old men fall in love ;)
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Ok ur persephone post made me want Tony fruit bat smashing his face into a pomegranate 😂 😂
Listen, Tony doesn't get pomegranates at all. He's a species that doesn't even really like fruit pulp, preferring only juice, and he's seen the size of the seeds in those arils. He doesn't like his fruit crunchy.
"I just think you'd really enjoy it, if you could get past the seeds," Steve says, setting one on the counter, because every time he sees a fruit he doesn't recognize, he buys it just in case. "The internet said it's sort of sour and sweet at the same time? But don't eat the white stuff, it's pith and it's bitter."
"I know what pith is," Tony grumbles, because he's the resident vegetarian. Still, he's touched that Steve thought of him while he was at the store, and it would be rude not to at least try it, right?
So he uses his claws to slice it open, pressing in with his thumbs and peeling it open into two perfect halves. The arils are clinging to each layer of pith likes rows and rows of red teeth. He frowns at them skeptically, sharp eyes catching the large seeds even through the dark juice surrounding them. This is going to suck, he decides, but then he remembers Steve got it for him and it warms him to his core. He brings one of the halves up to his mouth, twisting it this way and that to figure out how to approach it. Finally, he shrugs, bringing it up to his face and carefully using his tongue to dislodge three arils into his mouth.
Tony was right. The crunch of the seeds is annoying, and they crack open bitter on his tongue. But then the juice floods free of the skin, and it coats his tongue like syrup, sweet and lip-puckeringly tart in turns the longer it lingers.
Steve turns to ask him how he likes it just in time to watch Tony shove the pomegranate half into his mouth with a guttural growl, eyes flashing bright red, suckling greedily into his hands as he tries to press closer to the fruit. Rivulets of dark red juice are running down his jaw to his throat, dripping off his chin onto the floor, trickling between his clenched fingers and down his muscular forearms to stain the rolled up sleeves of his white work shirt.
It's obscene, Steve thinks distantly, even as he's dimly aware of his mouth dropping open in shock, tongue lifting to rub against one sharp fang as he hears Tony's pulse speed up. Tony's always a little obscene when he eats, but this... this is vulgar. Lewd, he corrects distantly as Tony sucks, juice slurping between his lips as he crushes the pomegranate for more.
Steve takes the other half of the pomegranate and moves it out of reach while Tony's distracted, and when Tony finally lifts his head from his hands with a gasp, as if shocked by his own actions, he lunges at him.
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