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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch47: The Terrible Twos Part 2: Fuck off, Clown.

Intro: In the fourth year since the snap, Jamie enters the terrible twos.

Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: So this chapter is kind of a little different to the others here really, as it’s almost like a collection of long drabbles detailing their life over 2022. And just a little reminded, Phobias, Steve admits to Katie he has a fear of clowns…keep that in mind! @angrybirdcr really did outdo herself with these edits too...

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 48 Part 1

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

September 2022

“Mom.” Emmy’s voice was soft and Katie instantly looked up from her laptop. “Where’s Dad?” “He’s gone for a run, well as much of a run as he can with Jamie hanging off his back.” Katie said, frowning slightly as she saw her fifteen year old daughter wasn’t dressed for school. “Is everything ok? I can call him.” “No, it’s fine. It’s you I wanted to talk to.” Emmy hovered from one foot to the other. “I err…”

She looked down at her feet, a huge flush on her face. Katie closed her laptop and stood up. “Em, what’s wrong?” “I think I, well, no I know I err… I started my period and…” “Oh, Sweetie.” Katie chuckled slightly as she wrapped the girl into a hug. “You feeling okay?”

“Erm, I got cramps and I’m really tired.” Emmy mumbled, her cheek pressed against Katie’s shoulder “And, I err, I got some on the sheets.”

Katie smoothed back Emmy’s hair and shrugged “It’s no big deal. I’ll get you some painkillers and why don’t you go have a bath, I’ll sort your bed and then we’ll sit and watch shit on TV all day. I can stay home.”

Emmy nodded eagerly, and peered up at her mom. “Snacks?”

“Dur.”

“Thanks Mom.” Emmy hugged her tight.

“It’s okay, I know how it feels. And, just for the record, beinga woman sucks at times but other times it’s kinda cool.”

“Cool?” Emmy frowned, stepping back a little.

“Yeah, you get boobs.” Katie gestured to her chest “They tend to fascinate most men.”

Katie followed her daughter upstairs where Emmy retreated into the bathroom, whilst Katie found her some pads before she stripped the sheets down and headed to the utility room at the side of the kitchen that held their washing machines and dryer. She was just turning the machine on when the door opened and Steve stepped in, Jamie on his back, giggling away. Steve’s face was red from the brisk November air and the part of Jamie’s cheeks which were visible from beneath his hat and above his scarf were also tinged pink a little.

“Laugh it up, Pal.” Steve shook his head, as he bent down so Jamie could slide off his back “That’s the last time I’m taking you.” “You said that yesterday, and the day before.” Katie smirked, taking the kiss Steve offered, ignoring Jamie’s noise of disgust. “You love it.”

“Hmmm.” Steve made a non-committal noise in his throat. “Any breakfast going or shall I start some?” “Go get a shower and I’ll make it. We can eat together when Emmy’s out of the bath.”

Steve frowned “Shouldn’t she be on the bus?”

“She’s not feeling too good.” Katie shook her head. “I told her I’d stay home with her, today.”

Steve’s frown deepened as he shrugged off his running jacket. “What’s wrong with her? She sick?” “It’s nothing a day in front of the TV, a heat pad and a blanket can’t fix.” Katie gave him a significant look. As ever it took him a while to cotton on, but when he realised what she was saying, Katie really had to bite back the laugh as his face rearranged itself into a look of surprise, which flickered to pure dumbfoundedness as he struggled for a reply.

“Don’t worry, I got it.” She grinned, patting his chest.

“Momma?” A voice came from the kitchen and Katie turned to face Jamie who was stood by the fridge “I’m hungry.” “Yeah, I’m gonna start breakfast now, baby.” she smiled, “Eggs and toast ok?” “Nomm!” He grinned as he padded over to the table and pulled himself up into a seat. Steve had to give a snort, without his seat he could barely see over the top of the table. He made his way over, lifted Jamie easily with one hand causing the boy to cackle before he replaced him back on the booster and scooted him closer.

“That better?” He asked, dropping a kiss to his son’s head.

“Fankoo, daddy.” he grinned.

“You’re welcome, Buddy.” Steve said straightening up. He turned to Katie “I’m gonna go shower then I’ll come help.”

Katie waved him away with a smile. He took the stairs two at a time and headed into their bedroom. If he was honest he’d been shitting himself about this day for ages. He’d watched Emmy grow up way too fast for his liking over the past few years and now, well he didn’t even want to think about the whole turning into a woman thing. All he knew was he was thankful for Katie’s level head.

He showered quickly, dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a red plaid button down ready for his meetings that day and headed onto the landing, just as Emmy was emerging from the larger bathroom wrapped in a robe.

“Hey, Sweetie. Your Ma said you’re not feeling too good.”

She shrugged, “Not really.” “Will a hug help?” He asked and she smiled, nodding. He opened his arms and she stepped into them as he gave her a soft but firm snuggle.

“Thanks, dad.” she said softly.

“Any time, baby.” he dropped a kiss to her head. “Now I’d go get dressed if I were you, before your brother eats all the breakfast.”

*****

When Steve came back that evening, his girls were pretty much in the same spot they had been in all day. When he asked if they’d moved at all, Katie grinned and pointed out that they were both in clean sets of Pyjamas and Jamie was in bed, so of course they had moved, and that they were getting take-out for Dinner because she couldn’t be bothered to cook and it was Friday after all. With a good natured roll of his eyes, Steve cast one final look at them over his shoulder before he headed upstairs to change, leaving them to watch Love Actually. It was nowhere near Christmas, but he knew what they were like when it came to their soppy films, so he left them to it.

When he came back downstairs they were deep in conversation, so he paused for a moment at the door. He didn’t mean to listen in, but he didn’t want to interrupt. And if he was honest, there was something so pure and innocent about their chat that he simply couldn’t help it.

“You know, I still never forgave Adam Rickman for breaking Emma Thompson’s heart.” Katie sighed as Emmy scoffed.

“Has Dad ever bought you a really crappy gift?” she asked.

“No.” Katie replied. “He’s very thoughtful. Although the best gift he gave me wasn’t one he bought anyway.” “Your emerald?” Emmy asked, and Katie made a noise of affirmation. They fell silent for a moment before Emmy spoke again.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Course.”

“If anything happened to Dad, do you think you’d ever like date again?”

Steve frowned slightly as he heard Katie exhale “That’s deep Em. I dunno. I don’t think I’d ever be able to love another man the way I love Steve. In fact I know I wouldn’t. What on Earth made you ask that?” “Oh, Brooke is trying to get Jen dating but she keeps saying she loves Brooke’s dad too much and I kinda think it’s sad as he’s been dead for years. ” “Yeah, well, the thing is Em when you’re in love, and I mean truly in love, it consumes you. That person becomes as much a part of your life as you are and to lose them like that…well I can’t imagine what a hole that would leave in their place.”

“Yeah, suppose.” “You’ll figure that out soon enough.” Katie chuckled.

“Was Dad your first love?”

“He’s been the only man I’ve ever truly been in love with, yes.” Katie replied “For most people a first love and a true love are very different things.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, for instance my first love was a guy called Mikey, he was my first boyfriend. I wasn’t much older than you, dated him for about twelve months.” Katie mused. “He was the first guy I ever slept with. Then there was Grant and we don’t talk about him, ever as he was an asshole.”

Emmy gave a snort

“But your dad, well, he was different. We cared so much about each other before we even started dating. I mean, if I’m honest, I loved him way before he even asked me out.” “Who made the first move?” “He did.” Katie smirked and at that point Steve gave a scoff and walked into the room.

“Liar.” “Oh you so did!” Katie looked at him, unabashed he’d been listening. “You kissed me after Rumlow’s party. You’d have kissed me before that as well if you hadn’t been such a chicken shit.” Steve rolled his eyes and flopped onto the seat at the opposite side of the coffee table. “You didn’t exactly push me away.” “Dur.” It was Katie’s time to roll her eyes as Emmy snorted “I’d been waiting for you to make a move for months.”

Steve raised an eyebrow at her as the teenager quipped. “You were still a bit slow on the uptake back then I see.” “Err, less of your cheek young lady.” He shot back and she giggled.

“You know the first time we had sex he literally ripped my pants off.” Katie grinned at Steve and he pulled a face as Emmy cackled.

“Jesus, Doll.” He flushed bright red.

“Wasn’t the only time either.” “Okay,” Steve stood up with a sigh, shaking his head, as Emmy cackled. He wasn’t particularly keen on discussing his sex life with his fifteen year old kid. “I’m gonna get the Thai Menu.”

Katie watched him go before she winked at Emmy and stood up, following him into the kitchen. She wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled into his shoulder. “I love how after all this time I can still make you blush.” “You’re a damned nightmare.” He chuckled as his hands rest on top of hers, using them to pull her closer as he turned to face her.

“But you love me.”

“Yeah, yeah I do.” He smiled, dropping a kiss to her lips.

****

Steve didn’t quite rip Katie’s pants off that night, but it was still passionate enough to send them both into an orgasm induced sleep almost straight away. But Steve was a light sleeper, not as light as he had been once-upon-a-time, as sleeping besides his wife gave him a sense of peace. That said, his super-soldier hearing always woke him should something be out of place, so when he was pulled from his slumber it took him a while to realise that the soft voices he could hear downstairs was the TV. Knowing it could only be one person, he swung his legs out of bed and pulled on a sweater before he padded down the stairs.

“Emmy?” He asked gently as he opened the door to the living room. The teenager looked up from where she was sat, knees tucked up besides her.

“Couldn’t sleep.” She shrugged and his sharp eyes didn’t miss the movement her hand made over her tummy. “And lying in bed was doing my head in.”

“Did you take anything?” Steve asked and she looked at him. “For the pain?”

“Oh,” she flushed slightly, “yeah, but it hasn’t worked yet.”

Steve nodded and headed into the kitchen, putting on the kettle. He made the pair of them a hot drink, stuck another heat-pack in the microwave and then paused as he passed the cupboard where he kept his secret stash.

Well, if this wasn’t an occasion it was called for then what was?

Emmy looked up as he walked back into the lounge. He placed the peppermint tea down on the table in front of her, before he passed her the heat pack and then wordlessly produced the Dairy Milk bar from his sweatpants pocket.

“You’re giving me your chocolate?” Emmy looked at him.

“Don’t tell your brother.” Steve said as he sat next to her, flopping his feet up on the coffee table.

She grinned and unwrapped the bar, offering him a piece which he took and shoved in his mouth.

“You’re pretty clued up on all this given you’re like a hundred and five.” She grinned cheekily

“Yeah well, I’ve been with your ma for ten years so I picked up a few tips.” He shrugged. She took a sip of her drink, rearranged her blanket and then picked up his arm so she could snuggle into him. He gently ran his hand over the back of her head as she got comfortable.

“What we watching?” He asked.

“Bad Boys.”

Steve chuckled. “I like this one. That is if I’m not too old to keep you company for a while?” “Nah.” She grinned as she placed a kiss to his cheek. “You’re good.” Katie found the pair of them flat out on the sofa the next morning, Emmy’s head propped up on a pillow as she snuggled up against Steve, her back pressed to his chest as the solider was stretched out down the sofa behind her, arms around his daughter as they slept.

****

October 2022

“All set?” Katie asked as she reached the bottom of the stairs as Steve walked back into the hall having loaded their bags into the car. They were heading off to Tony’s lake-house for a few days where he was throwing a bit of a Halloween party, nothing major but it was a chance for the kids to get dressed up in costumes and eat a load of candy whilst the adults could kick back and drink. Katie was looking forward to it for two reasons. Firstly, it was always nice to gather together with friends and family, well those of them that were left post snap-it made her feel normal, and she could push that persistent feeling of sadness that seemed to manifest on a daily basis, back down into the depth of her mind. And secondly, she was a little excited because she had no idea what Emmy or Jamie’s outfits were going to be.

Emmy had asked a month or so ago if she could be in charge of getting the pair of them costumes and Katie had agreed, simply handing over her card when she wanted to order whatever it was off the internet. She’d even resisted the urge to check her statement to see what it was, as Emmy had demanded she didn’t try and find out. Katie had a sneaking suspicion that Tony had also been involved in these costume choices, as the last time her brother had been over a few weeks ago, the pair of them had been huddled on the large arm chair, sniggering as they looked at something on Tony’s phone. With that in mind she was expecting Jamie to come down in some form of Iron Man or Captain America costume and she had every intention of filming Steve’s response.

“Yup. Locked and loaded.” Steve nodded, dropping a kiss to her cheek.”As soon as the kids are ready we can go.”

“No rush.” Katie shrugged, looking at her watch as they walked into the kitchen. “We don’t need to be there for a few hours.” She wrinkled her nose and slapped at Steve’s hand as he went to peek under the foil wrapped plate on the side. He sharply withdrew it and grinned at her.

“Tell me that’s a pie.”

“Apple and pumpkin, but it’s for the party.”

Steve pouted and she laughed and jerked her head behind her. “There’s another there as I knew you wouldn’t be able to wait.”

“You-” Steve pecked her lips “-are” another peck “-the best.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Captain.” She smirked as his lips hovered over hers and he deepened the kiss slightly, both his hands sliding down to give her ass a playful squeeze before he stepped back and walked over to his coveted prize. Steve peeled back the little cloth that was over the top and gave a little groan that was positively sinful as he inhaled the smell.

“Don’t eat that straight out of the pie dish,” Katie warned him as he made his way to the freezer for the ice cream, “I was gonna cut a few slices for the kids to munch on the way.”

“Then they can get their own.” Steve grumbled a little, but he grabbed a plate none the less.

“Oh yeah, where from?” Katie asked, her hands on her hips.

“Don’t know, don’t care.” Steve muttered as he cut himself a huge slice of the coveted pie. He ladled a generous amount of vanilla ice cream on top then carried it over to the breakfast bar, sitting down as Katie gathered the rest of the food items she had said she would bring which included a huge dish of Mac and Cheese that she’d coloured green with food colouring, spaghetti and meatballs that were supposed to be worms, cinnamon and apple cookies in the shape of pumpkins and a batch of home-made raspberry and cherry gin which had been done using the raspberries and cherries from the brambles and trees in their small orchard at the bottom of the garden. She began packing it all into a hamper as Steve took the first bit of his pie and gave another groan.

“You know,” he swallowed, waving his fork at her as he gave her a playful grin, “I think this pie is actually better than sex.”

Katie looked at him, arching her eyebrow. “Is that so?”

“It’s a very close call.” He nodded.

“Well maybe I should make you a pie once a week instead of letting you get me on my back.” Katie looked at him, closing the lid on the basket and pushing it to one side, leaning over the breakfast bar.

“Okay, first off we have sex way more than once a week,” Steve pointed his fork at her, “and second-“ his eyes glinted cheekily “-you’re not always on your back.”

“True.” Katie pursed her lips and reached for his fork, snatching it from his hand, “but if you think I’m baking a pie more than once a week you’ve got another thing coming.” She used the fork to take a piece of the sweet treat along with a large blob of ice cream and shoved it in her mouth, closing her eyes. She moaned a little, ensuring that the noise that left her throat was as sinful as she could make it, before she opened her eyes and used her thumb to wipe at a little trickle of ice cream in the corner of her mouth. With her eyes locked on Steve she sucked her thumb clean and smirked a little at the familiar glint of dark in his eyes that he always got when he was turned on.

“You’re lucky you’re the other side of the breakfast bar.” He leaned forward a little, elbows resting on the marble surface, his voice a low timbre that sent those familiar sparks up Katie’s spine.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” Katie asked innocently, ignoring the sudden flutter she’d felt between her legs at his tone.

“Because if you weren’t you be in my lap right now testing my theory.”

“Shame.” She nodded, looking around. “I mean it’s not like you could reach and drag me over it or anything.”

“Well I could,” Steve agreed, “but there’s a piece of pie in the way. And it’s too good to waste.”

“You’re a jerk!” Katie shook her head as Steve laughed, before he leaned back in the stool and patted his right thigh.

“C’mere pretty girl.”

Katie grinned, the sound of him calling her pretty girl always did things to her, as did the soft instruction to ‘come here’ in his Brooklyn accent. She rounded the bar and he reached out, easily pulling her onto his lap so she was perched sideways, legs hanging over the side of his right thigh as he curled his left arm around her waist, right gently resting on her thigh. Katie’s right arm slid round his neck and he titled his face to look at her.

“Just for the record you taste far better than any pie you make.” He grinned and Katie’s mouth fell open at his dirty comment.

“Steven Grant Rogers!” She snorted, slapping his shoulder slightly and he laughed, his hand on her thigh tightening its grip slightly, fingers curling round the toned muscles which were evident once more due to Katie having started training again. Steve actually kind of missed the softness that she’d had since having Jamie but he was damned if he was going to tell her that. He leaned towards her slightly, his nose bumping hers a little as she gently trailed her hand over the nape of his neck, nails scratching just below his hair line above the collar of his black sweater.

“Love you.” He muttered gently, his lips brushing hers and she smiled, her fingers tanging in the hair at the back of his head.

“More than apple pie?”

“Infinitely Mrs Rogers.”

“More than Mac and Cheese?”

Steve hesitated and Katie scoffed.

“For the record I love you more than anything.” Steve chuckled, pressing his lips to hers. “Well, apart from the kids.”

“I’ll accept that exception.” Katie chuckled, her mouth finding his again. The kiss deepened, Katie letting out a soft sigh as his tongue brushed against hers, tasting the apple pie and Ice Cream he had been eating before. Steve’s hand skated up the outside of her thigh coming to rest on her hip, finger tips brushing the strip of skin where her top had ridden up slightly as her own hand fisted slightly in his hair. Completely lost in one another they almost missed the little footsteps coming down the stairs and the giggles in the hallway.

Almost.

Steve pulled back, looking at Katie who grinned. “Play your cards right we can finish this later.”

“At Tony’s?”

“Won’t be the first time we fucked in his spare room.”

Steve snorted at her and patted her ass as she hopped off his lap.

“Mom, Dad!” Emmy called. “We’re ready!”

“We heard!” Katie called back as Steve stood up, grabbing his plate of pie. He took another bite before he wandered into the hallway where he collided with Katie who had stopped dead just outside the door. Frowning he looked up and felt his heart jump.

A clown.

His 2 year old son was dressed as a fucking clown.

And not just any clown, which would have been bad enough, but that bastard clown from IT. The film he refused time and time again to watch because of said bastard clown, which was now stood on the bottom step of the stairs holding a red balloon.

And suddenly, all he could see was that damned clown at Coney Island chasing him through the stalls, Bucky’s laughter echoing in his ears, and then that fucking mirror maze where he’d had the panic attack as he was surrounded by them.

The plate holding his precious pie slipped from his hand and dropped to the tiled floor, where it broke into 3 pieces, its contents splattering all over the grey slate.

“Woah, Dad, didn’t think it would be that scary!” Emmy grinned from behind Jamie as she stood in her outfit, which was a superb replica of the Wicked Witch of the West complete with full green face-paint and a broomstick.

Katie looked over her shoulder at Steve and she could see from his face that he was really struggling to keep it together. Trying not to laugh at the expression of sheer horror on his handsome features, she clamped her lips together and turned to Emmy.

“Your dad’s…” she took a deep breath, trying not to laugh “He’s scared of clowns.”

“Oh…” Emmy frowned “Uncle Tony said he would love it.”

“I bet he did.” Steve bit out a little harshly and Emmy looked at him.

“Are you mad?” She asked and seeing the look on her face Steve inwardly cursed his phobia and his damned brother in law.

“No, honey,” he shook his head, “not at all…you both look…” he trailed off.

“Daddy, look!” Jamie grinned, and he jumped off the bottom step. “Balloon!”

He toddled over towards Steve who automatically took a few steps back and Jamie stopped in front of him, right by Katie’s side, a confused expression crossing his painted face. “Daddy?”

“Yeah, pal…I gotta…” Steve exhaled “I gotta put some stuff in the car so we can to go to Uncle Nee’s okay?”

“Kay…” Jamie said a little quietly.

Katie watched, her shoulders shaking in silent laughter as Steve went to move round Jamie, turning sideways so he could keep his eyes on him, before he pushed past Emmy and bolted up the stairs taking them three at a time.

The hallway was silent bar the sounds Lucky was making as he cleaned up the remnants of the pie on the floor, not wanting to miss a single crumb of his human food treasure.

“Em, why don’t you two take Lucky and go get in the car, we’ll be out in a little moment.” Katie smiled at her.

“Okay. Come on Jay!” Em grabbed his hand but Jamie, clearly now finding the reaction his dad had amusing, turned to his mom and made a little growling noise at her. Katie gave a fake scream and jolted back, causing Jamie to cackle a little, tilting his head back in mirth before allowed Emmy to lead him away.

As soon as they were out of sight and earshot Katie started to laugh. She laughed so hard that she had to retreat to the kitchen to sit at a chair. She doubled over, clutching at her stomach, trying to gather her breath as the tears poured down her face. Try as she might, she couldn’t get the image of Steve fighting the urge to punt his own son into another room out of her head.

Eventually she managed to sort herself out enough to grab her phone and swiped over to the number she wanted.

“Hey, Kiddo.” Tony greeted

“Tony, you…” she started to laugh again “You better be able to run fast because Steve…he’s…”

Tony chuckled. “He liked the costume then?”

“Tony he freaked, like, seriously. Poor Steve. I expected some form of full Captain America outfit, not that!”

“Well, on this occasion the Spangles just weren’t enough”

“You’re a little shit, you know that?”

“It’s been said.” He conceded. “Did you get it on video?”

“No.” Katie sighed “I was going to but when I saw Pennywise on my damned stairs I knew what was gonna happen so…”

“Shame.We could have played that back later. For science.”

At that point Katie looked up as Steve walked into the kitchen, glancing round.

“He’s not in here…” She chuckled and Steve glared at her, before he gestured to the phone.

“That Tony?”

She nodded.

He reached out and snatched the phone off her. “You’re a dead man,” he growled down the handset, and Katie could hear her brother’s roar of laughter before Steve hung up and tossed the phone down onto the table.

“Calm down!” Katie laughed, standing up. “Steve, it’s just a costume.”

“Katie, they freak me the hell out!” he shook his head “You don’t…” his hands dropped to his hips and his head dropped. “Did you see his face when I backed away?”

“Oh, he’s fine!” Katie rubbed Steve’s arms. “He couldn’t care less.” Steve took a deep breath and she looked at him. “Do you want me to get him to change?”

Steve shook his head “No, he was so pleased with himself…plus, I don’t fancy that particular tantrum now do you?”

“Not really no.”

Steve shrugged “Then I guess I’m stuck with it. Come on, let’s get gone. Sooner we get there the sooner I can carry out my threat to kill your asshole brother.”

Steve grabbed the food hamper and headed out to the car with it, settling it onto the trunk of the car as Katie got into the passenger side. Once Steve finished his usual checks to ensure the door was locked, he climbed into the driver’s seat ant they set off.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah buddy?” Steve asked, glancing in the mirror automatically and once more was confronted by that fucking clown. He swallowed and turned his eyes to the front.

“No scared, daddy. I not a real clown.”

Katie chuckled as Steve pulled out of the drive onto the road. “I know pal, but it’s Halloween. Everyone gets scared at some point.”

Jamie nodded, accepting his answer and turned to look out of the window. As they approached a junction, Steve checked the mirror again and then sighed, shaking his head.

“You’re gonna hafta drive.” He looked at Katie.

“What?”

“I can’t do it.” He shrugged “Every time I check the mirror, all I can see is…”

“Are you being serious?” Katie looked at him.

“Absolutely.” Steve unclipped the seatbelt and climbed out of the car.

And right then Katie vowed that if Steve didn’t kill Tony, she was gonna.

****

December 2022

“Did he go down alright?”

Steve dropped onto the couch, picking up one of the super strength beers Thor had send him as part of a pre- Christmas testing package, lifting his arm up so Katie could settle into him.

“Very well, actually,” he narrowed his eyes taking a pull of his beer, “almost suspiciously so.”

Katie chuckled as she replaced her glass and dropped her head to Steve’s shoulder as she pressed play on the remote. The two of them simply stayed like that, the odd movement and hands stroking shoulders, thighs or knees as usual, comfortable in their own little world, the light of the fire and twinkling of the Christmas lights giving the room a cosy, comfy ambience. They were about thirty minutes into the film when, Katie felt Steve’s head move off the top of hers and she glanced at him and saw the beginnings of a smile forming on his face.

“What?”

He looked down at her. “You know,” he said, a light in his eyes that she knew all too well, “It’s Friday, Emmy’s out, Jamie’s in bed…” Steve trailed off and raised an eyebrow at his wife. She grinned too, mirroring his expression.

“I like where this is going,” she smirked and within seconds, her legs had been pulled from underneath her drawing a giggle from her lips as she lay flat on the sofa, Steve hovering over her. Katie wrapped her arms around his neck as their lips met, and she was just beginning to thread her fingers through his hair when they both heard a shout.

“Heeeeeyyyyy!”

Steve dropped his head and groaned. “I’ll go.”

He placed one last kiss on her lips before he stood up off the couch and headed into the hall way.

“You’re supposed to be in bed,” he said as he headed up the stairs, seeing Jamie stood in his doorway at the baby gate.

“No sleep.” Jamie’s response was a whine.

“Not an option pal” Steve shook his head, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You know Santa won’t come if you don’t.”

“Can’t sleep.” Jamie tried again, and Steve had to bite back the smile that was about to cross his face. His son had certainly inherited his, and his wife’s for that matter, tenacity.

“Did you even try?”

There was a pause and Jamie furiously nodded his head in a blatant lie.

“Sure you did.” Steve rolled his eyes “Well what do you think would help you sleep?”

“Story, daddy!”

At those words a smile spread across Steve’s face. Over the last six months, Jamie had taken a real interest in the tales he told him, so much so that they had swapped night time readings of chapters from books for Steve’s real life stories, most of them being pulled straight from the streets of Brooklyn or Manhattan during Steve’s own childhood or adulthood pre-serum.

“One more.” Steve caved and Jamie shrieked with delight. “But!” he continued in a warning tone, “You have to be quiet.”

Jamie stilled immediately and clapped his little hands over his mouth before he turned and ran, diving back on his bed. Steve chuckled and made his into Jamie’s room, as the two year old climbed under his Iron Man Duvet cover (Thank you Tony for that one…) and peered up at Steve as he settled down next to him, his son setting under his arm, snuggling into the crook of his arm against his chest.

“Did I ever tell you about the time that I went to the theatre-”

Katie didn’t wait for Steve to come back down, she knew full well that he would have been coerced into one more story. Their son had his dad wrapped around his little finger, and Steve at times found it simply impossible to say no. She glanced up at the clock, noting that it was almost nine… they could watch the film in bed. She turned the TV and tree lights off, she took the empty glass and bottle into the kitchen, let Lucky out for a pee whilst she made sure all the doors were locked before letting the now slightly older and slower dog back in.

“You staying here tonight, Luck?” She asked, and the dog yawned, stretching as he rolled onto his back in the dog basket which was placed in the hallway under the stairs. “Take that as a yes then.” She scratched behind his ears before standing up and creeping up the stairs to the door of her son’s room, which was open enough for her to peek through.

She loved Steve’s stories almost as much as Jamie did, if not for the same reasons. Jamie loved their action and adventure, often joining in with his own loud whoops and laughs, but Katie simply loved listening to Steve’s voice as he narrated. His tone would change from low and dramatic to loud and comical, and Katie found it simply adorable. A pure, unadulterated moment of love between father and son that made her heart swell every single time she watched or overheard.

“And then, all of a sudden this man appeared, in the alley way. And I didn’t have anything to protect myself with. So I picked up a trash can lid, and held it right here, like a shield.” Steve drew his arm across his chest. “Like Cap?” Jamie said, thrusting his Captain America bear at his dad.

“Just like Cap, yeah, Buddy.” Katie smiled to herself, Jamie was still too young to really understand about their history with the Avengers. He knew about who the Avengers were, well what he could grasp being so young, thanks mainly to Tony and Natasha, but he had no idea about his dad’s alter ego. And for now, it wasn’t important, they were just a normal family and long may it stay like that.

Katie watched as Steve continued to talk as he sat up on Jamie’s bed, his back against the headboard as his mini-me, led besides him, looking up at his father, eyes wide and full of adoration. These were the moments that brought out all of Steve’s best characteristics, and Katie simply loved him all the more for it. Smiling to herself she headed into their bedroom and tossed her clothes aside before she stepped into the shower in their en-suite.

Steve could read his son’s body language like a book, and about ten minutes after his super hearing heard Katie leaving where she had been stood outside the room listening, he could feel the little boy starting to droop slightly, one small hand fisted into Steve’s white t-shirt, the other was in front of his small face, thumb in his mouth as his index finger gently rubbed against that Stark nose. A few moments later he glanced down and in the dim glow of the dinosaur night light, he saw his son was fast asleep. Gently, he moved and stepped off the bed, tucking the duvet up under Jamie’s chin before he stooped, dropping a kiss onto his head, his hand gently caressing the shock of blonde hair. With a last look back he closed the door to, leaving it open just a chink, and headed into their room.

Katie was just emerging from the en-suite wearing a bathrobe, long hair piled up on her head.

“He has you wrapped around his finger.” She grinned, sliding her hands up her husband’s chest.

“Oh, and you don’t?” He muttered, hands connecting at the bottom of her spine.

“You gonna read me a bed time story then, Captain?”

“I got a better way of getting you to sleep.” He murmured, dropping his lips to hers, and she grinned as he backed her towards the bed. “There’s only one problem.” “Oh yeah?” She asked, as his arms pulled her closer, his lips trailed down her neck, mopping up the speckles of water from the shower that remained.

“Yeah, this is in the way.”

He softly kissed at that spot beneath her ear, his hand dropping to the belt of her robe. She grinned as he pulled at the tie and gently shrugged the robe off Katie’s shoulders, allowing it to drop to the floor as his lips claimed hers again. He wrapped an arm round her back, tugging her onto her toes so he could take a nipple in his mouth and she let out a groan as she looked downwards, moving her hands to undo the chords on his sweat pants.

“Off.” She muttered, pulling at the bottom of his t-shirt. He released her temporarily so she could slide it up, before he pivoted and dropped them both onto the bed, trapping her in between his hands and legs.

A familiar warmth exploded along her lower abdomen as he kissed her, one hand on the side of her face, the other sliding to her hip and across her stomach, making its way slowly between her legs. She arched her back and groaned as he slipped two fingers inside her, feeling him smirk against her neck.

“Fucking drenched aren’t you, Sweetheart?”

She let out another groan at his words. “Only for you.” A low growl rolled in the back of his throat as he slammed his mouth onto hers, shucking off his sweats as he began to kiss her chest, then stomach, before going down her legs. He set his mouth to her, lapping at her, her sweet, salty tang, so familiar yet so delectable, and as he worked her, it was all she could do to mewl softly, and grip one hand in his hair as she writhed at his touch. His tongue flicked strongly and he sucked at her clit gently, before upping the pace as she whimpered, trying so hard to keep her noise down. Steve continued to tease and nibble and when he took her swollen clit between his lips again Katie let out a silent scream as her orgasm hit her hard, causing her knees to turn inwards, squeezing around his head, involuntarily. She fell back against the pillows with a sigh of satisfaction and looked down as Steve crawled back up her body, leaning forward, placing his hands on either side of her head.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” He whispered, making her grin before he crashed his lips onto hers, the sudden action drawing a small grunt from her mouth. She reached down taking him in her hand and he took in a sharp breath as he pulled away from her mouth, sliding his fingers down her legs. He moved her legs apart and pushed into her, a low sigh of satisfaction leaving both their lips before he began to move, burying his face into her neck, nipping at the spot under her ear gently. She keened underneath him as he grew more urgent with his thrusts, her eyes locking onto his as he gripped her hands at either side of her head, leaning back down to kiss her fervently. He was hard, fast, desperate for hris release and she met each of his thrusts fervently with her own hips happy to give herself to him.

“So good,” He praised in a low voice, dragging his face against her hair before he looked at her. “I’m close, tell me you are…”

Katie responded with a moan, “Stevie.” and then her legs shook and she came again, closing her eyes as she tightened around him, burying her face into his neck to stifle her noises as the spasms came involuntarily around him again and again.

“Oh, fuck, Doll.” he stuttered, biting his lower lip as his eyes fluttered closed before his rhythm stilled and he let out a soft groan as he came, the utter bliss consuming him fully. He fell forward, head dropping into the hollow of his wife’s neck to catch his breath, his body slumped on top of hers, his familiar weight pressed her into the mattress as they both came down from their high. Katie ran her fingers through his hair, pressing soft kisses along his shoulder as her nails gently scratched at his scalp, causing Steve to hum out a soft sigh of contentment as he lay still, enjoying her touch.

“Stevie?” she muttered.

“Yeah?” “How long do you think we have before Jamie realises he can climb the baby gates now?”

“I’m amazed he hasn’t already.” Steve leaned up on his elbows to look down at his wife “Why?”

“Because I think we might need to invest in a lock for our door.” she grinned “For when you’re reading your baby momma her bedtime story.”

*****

Chapter 49

**Original Posting 1 2 3**

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Stark Spangled Forever

A Very Rogers Christmas. Part 2- You Gotta Be Kitten Me.

Summary: Christmas draws ever nearer and the two eldest littles in the Rogers household break up from school from the holidays, and Jamie is given his first taste of independence…and brings a few surprises home as a consequence.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Bad language, talks of violence…a little bit of actual violence and Katie acting like a hell cat!

A/N: You can find Part 1 of my Stark Spangled 2020 Christmas special- A Very Rogers Christmas. HERE. Part 3 will be posted next week.

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Katie could see in his eyes that he was lost, battling with those little doubts that every now and then would niggle away in his brain ever since he had noticed the changes to his body some two years ago. He was petrified the serum was going to disappear overnight and leave him back to his previous state, small and weak, but both Katie and Banner had reassured him that wasn't going to happen. What he was seeing now was it gradually depleting, a process Banner had predicted from various tests would take twenty more year or so. And besides, as Katie had reminded him, there was nothing weak about Steve Rogers. That said, she understood as well as anyone what it was like to deal with your body changing. Having carried four children she now had wider hips, a soft stomach, bigger chest and she knew full well that by the time Christmas was over she'd be about twelve pound heavier and be on a diet for two months to shift said Christmas weight, but she was beyond the point of caring. Where once it had made her feel sick to look at herself, now, seeing her kids each day was a reminder of just why she had changed, and what was a few extra inches here and there when you had a gorgeous family to show for it?

Plus Steve adored her. She knew that. He took any and every chance he could to touch her and remind her how beautiful he thought she was. And she felt the same about him. Whilst he wasn't quite as defined as he had been once upon a time, his hard, chiselled abs had been replaced with a flat but softer stomach, his pectoral muscles also ever so slightly less pronounced, he was beyond perfect to her. She loved his softer body, and yes he complained his knees cracked and ached a little if he over did it on the running, and sometimes his back gave him a twinge every now and then, but he was fit, healthy and had a physique most men would die for. He was also still ridiculously strong. He could roughhouse with Jamie all day long, he could sweep Rori up in one hand and tuck her under his arm whilst she squealed with laughter, he could throw Emmy over his shoulder with easy, he could lift Harry and Flossie up one in each hand with no trouble, and he could pick Katie up and toss her around the bedroom like she was a ragdoll, which suited her just fine. With a smile, Katie gently dropped the clothes she was carrying into the hamper and moved behind him, her hands slipping to his belly, spraying flat against his skin as she pressed a kiss to the back of his shoulder. "Get out of your head, Soldier." Steve gave a soft smile as his hands lay over hers, as she peeked round him, their eyes locking in the mirror and he let out a sigh. "I was just thinking, that's all." "I can tell." She nuzzled the top of his arm "You had your thinking face on." He gave her another smile, his right hand teaching up to his chin and he gently rubbed his beard "I was just debating whether or not to shave." "Don't you dare!" Katie narrowed her eyes and he chuckled. "Yeah, didn't think you'd take it well." "Why do you wanna shave?" She frowned. "You've had a beard now for years. I thought you liked it as it keeps you on the low mostly." "I do." He shrugged, tipping his head to the side slightly. “But I don’t like all this grey that appears to get worse every morning." Katie arched an eyebrow as she slid round to face him, Steve stepping back to allow her to stand in the space between him and the basin unit. She glanced up, examining the dark whiskers which adorned his chin and cheeks, spattered intermittently with lighter blonde, auburn and an increasing amount of grey. "Well, I’m a big fan," she mused, standing on her tip toes to brush her lips over his jaw, the pads of her fingers cupping his cheeks. "And I also happen to think you're fucking gorgeous either way. If you wanna murder it, go ahead." "You talk about it as it it’s a living, breathing thing." Steve scoffed, his hands falling to her hips. "Well it’s that glorious it could be." She smiled and he laughed. "Look, I promise you, the only person who’s noticing it so much is you, but if it's bothering you why don't you just trim it a little before you completely get rid? Then you can see how you feel when it's shorter."

“Yeah, maybe.” he glanced at the mirror again as Katie’s hands slid to the top of his shoulders, smoothing up and over until they reached round his neck, the fingers of her right hand gently tangling in the strands of his hair at the back of his head.

“As long as you don’t shave all this off when it starts going grey too.” She teased and he rolled his eyes and gave her an exasperated look as she pondered something. “Actually, you’d probably suit a buzz cut.”

“Shut up.” He looked at her and she grinned as her eyes flashed mischievously.

“Mind you, I like having something here to tug.” she pulled his hair slightly causing his head to tip back a little before she released him, biting her lip, a cheeky glint in her eyes.

“You are incorrigible.” He smirked, dropping his head to catch her lips.

“Shut up and put that silver on me, Soldier.” She grinned against his mouth and Steve couldn’t help the little growl that rumbled in his throat at her words. In an easy movement he’d picked her up and perched her on the unit in front of him, causing a dirty little giggle to fly from her lips which he swallowed with his mouth. He kissed her, long and hard, his hands splaying on her back as her legs locked around his hips, the pair of them laughing in between the kisses and just as Katie’s hands moved to untuck the edge of the towel round Steve’s waist they heard Rori yelling that she couldn’t find her Snowman sweater and Steve gave a groan, his forehead resting against Katie’s, his eyes closed.

“You know, I love out kids, I would die for them but sometimes, well I swear to God they get their bad timing skills from your brother, her especially.”

Katie chuckled as her eyes opened and locked onto Steve’s which were twinkling with good humour.

“Yeah, there’s no doubting she has a lot of Stark in her.”

“Not to mention she’s a dramatic ass.” Steve snorted as Katie laughed

“Yeah that too.”

“You know, your dad would have been crazy about her.” He added as he stepped back to allow Katie to hop down from the unit.

“Maybe, I don’t remember enough about him to agree or otherwise,” she mused, “but I know if Tony were still here he would adore her.”

“Yeah, he would.” Steve agreed. “And as a result she’d be calling me Capsicle instead of Daddy.”

Katie laughed and gently gave his cheek a kiss “I’ll go start breakfast, can you sort Harry and Floss?”

“Sure.” He kissed her gently watching as she left the room.

Katie found Rori’s sweater, much to her daughter’s excitement and then they headed downstairs where Jamie was already sat eating a bowl of cereal. She smiled at him and he wished her good morning before he offered to get Rori’s cheerio’s for her. Rori grinned at him and nodded so Katie left the two of them to it whilst she threw some toast in for her and Steve and turned to see Jamie had also grabbed Harry’s bowl from the cupboard and was busy measuring him some cereal out for him too.

“Thanks Jamie.” She smiled.

“It’s ok.” He shrugged. There was a moment’s pause as Katie threw on a pot of coffee before he spoke again. “Actually, mom, I kinda wanted to ask you something.”

Katie paused, and turned around smiling “You buttering me up?”

“No, that’s not…” he began floundering for excuses the same way Steve did before he rolled his eyes when he saw Katie grinning. “Rude.”

She laughed “Okay, sorry sweetie. What is it?”

“Well, I was wondering if me and Seb could go to the park after school.”

“I wanna go to the park, too!” Rori nodded and Katie shrugged.

“I don’t see why not. Sure your dad will take you for an hour when I make dinner.”

“No, I mean on our own.” Jamie looked at Katie “I thought we could like walk home and stop off for an hour.”

“You want to walk home from school, with Seb, and go to the park?” Katie clarified and Jamie nodded. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

"Why not?"

"You're ten." She said flatly as she mixed Flossie’s porridge and moved to the microwave. "I know you're growing up now but..." "I'll be with Seb" Jamie pleaded "It’s not that far to walk, and I’ll call you.” His eyes lit up as if he had found some kind of huge bargaining chip “Like, when I'm leaving school and when we get to the park and then every ten minutes after. And we’ll be home for five for dinner. I promise.” Katie sighed, shutting the microwave door as she bit her lip. She has been dreading this day, when Jamie staked his first claim on wanting some independence. And here it was, a request to go to the park after the schools broke up for Christmas. It wasn't that she didn't want him to go, far from it. Her and Steve were keen that, despite their background, the kids all had as normal an upbringing as possible. But now she was torn. Jamie was pushing eleven and would start middle school next time round. She wanted to give him a little more responsibility yet in the same breath also wasn't sure she was completely comfortable with the idea of him and Seb walking home from school alone.

At that point Steve walked into the kitchen, Flossie in his arms and a dressed Harry bounding behind him as he was gabbling on about something.

"Everything okay?" He frowned, instantly spotting the look on Katie's face.

"Jamie wants to walk home today, via the park." She said, looking at him and Steve took a deep breath "And I'm not sure I like the idea."

Steve shook his head."Neither do I."

"But daaaaad!" Jamie groaned “It’s Christmas."

"That doesn't mean all rules get suspended, or that you can simply do as you please." Steve shrugged, dropping Flossie into her high chair as Harry scrambled up to the place at the table his cereal bowl was waiting for him. "Besides which it’s freezing outside."

That was a crap excuse, and Steve knew it, as it wasn't like he couldn't wrap up or that he'd never been allowed to play out in the snow before. Jamie groaned and as Steve shot him a look, his shoulders slumped and his eyes dropped down.

"Fine. It doesn't matter. Forget I asked. Can I leave the table? I need to get dressed."

“Me too.” Rori added and Katie nodded. There was the loud scraping of chairs across the floor as they both moved and Jamie stood up and walked dejectedly out of the room, Rori following behind. As soon as they were gone Katie turned to Steve and gave a sigh.

"Are we being too harsh?" She bit her lip as the microwave dinged and she turned to open the door. "I mean..."

"Honey, don't do this." Steve looked at her, as she mixed the porridge around before testing the temperature. “You always second guess your decisions"

"I just feel bad." She shrugged as she carried the bowl over to the table. "I mean he doesn’t ask for a lot, he never gets in trouble or causes any problems, not like that Diva upstairs. Maybe, oh I dunno, ignore me. You're right."

“Here, I’ll do that.” Steve said gently, taking the bowl from her, allowing her to collect Jamie and Rori’s empty dishes. He sat down next to his youngest where he started to feed her, Flossie making excited noises at the first spoon full and Steve grinned, his face positively beaming as the baby eagerly took her porridge.

A minute or so later Katie placed a plate of toast and coffee down for him before grabbing her own and settling down to eat.

"You got many meetings today?" Steve asked, he himself having finished work the previous week. Katie shook her head.

"Just going in to clear my inbox and wish everyone Merry Christmas. I'll be done by lunch. Not even worth me going to the Tower, but I want to say it in person. Plus Pep's gonna be there so..."

"Well, how about me, Harry and this little sprout come with you? I can take them round Central Park for the morning and we can get something to eat when you're done." "Sounds good." She smiled. "Just don't tell the other two. Rori was already kicking off about the fact they get to stay home with you and she doesn't."

"Well Rori can get over herself." Steve scoffed taking a bite of toast as Katie snorted.

"That as maybe, but I’d rather not deal with a second disappointed kid this morning if I can help it."

"Don’t let it bother you.” Steve shook his head and Katie swallowed her coffee and wrinkled her nose.

"I just don't want him thinking we don't trust him. I mean is the park really a hard no? It’s not in a bad area and we can practically see it from the rooms upstairs."

Steve pondered for a moment. "I guess not. But it's a fair way to walk home from school. It’s a good twenty minutes or so. And there's a lot of roads to cross, not all of them safe."

"So maybe there's a compromise?" Katie looked at him. "What if we said no to the walk but yes to an hour or so play time? That way give him a little leeway, show him we trust him."

Steve took a deep breath "What you thinking?”

"Maybe if we dropped him and Seb at the park or something. I'll call Seb's mom, check she's okay with it, I mean he's staying here tonight but I don't want to do anything she isn't happy with. If she is then..."

Steve pondered what she was saying for a moment, grappling with his inner voice. On the one hand he knew Katie was right, Jamie was a good, responsible kid. On the other hand he worried. It was common knowledge Jamie was the son of two Avengers, and it still petrified him that it could result in someone using him to get to them. That said, just as with Emmy, he knew he couldn't bubble wrap him forever.

"Okay." Steve nodded. "See what Sebastian's parents say. If they’re fine then I guess we can run with it."

**** Half an hour or so later, Jamie and Rori were ready for school, Rori bounding around loudly singing ‘All I Want For Christmas’ whilst Jamie was a little more subdued, and Steve could tell he was fighting his desire to sulk at the fact they'd said no to his earlier request. Unlike Rori, Jamie rarely threw temper tantrums when he didn't get what he wanted. He merely retreated into himself a little, but recently he'd grown up even more and simply tried to get over whatever it was that was irritating him without trying to feel hard done by. Another sign he was growing up.

As he thanked Katie, albeit a little quietly when she told him she'd packed him an extra few pieces of cake to share with his friends, she glanced at Steve who nodded to her and she loudly made a show of taking Rori, Flossie and Harry to the car leaving Steve and his eldest boy alone as he locked up the house.

"Jamie," Steve locked the door and turned to him as Jamie stood patiently waiting at the bottom of the stoop. "Me and your Ma have had a chat, she talked to Seb's mom and we decided you can both go to the park." "Really?" Jamie's eyes lit up. "Yes but on a couple of conditions." "Sure Dad. Anything." "I pick you all up from school. We'll walk home, and I'll drop you off on the way through." Steve said, "You and Seb can walk behind or ahead of us, whatever, I don't care. Then you have to promise you call us to check in every fifteen minutes and it’s for an hour tops. And, as you said, dinner at five so make sure you're home." "Okay, I promise." "I trust you." Steve looked at him, nodding "So does your mom, don't give us reason not to"

"I won't." Jamie beamed at him as they walked to the car "Thanks dad."

Steve smiled and reached out, ruffling his hair which earned him a moan of complaint as Jamie pulled away.

"You're ruining my style!" He hastily shoved Steve gently in the side as he pushed his hands upwards to flatten it all back down and Steve chuckled before he studied his eldest boy, a conflicting feeling of happy sadness washed over him.

They were all growing up far too fast. **** At just gone midday, Steve strolled into the reception area of the once more named Stark Tower. He could have gone in the back entrance from the underground car park but Katie had told him to bring the kids into the foyer so they could see the tree, and he instantly knew why. It was stood next to the plinth in the middle of the large entrance rotunda which bore one of Tony's Iron Man suits that had been arranged in his signature palms out pose a few years back as a permanent memorial to his brother in law. The tree was huge, decked out in scarlet and gold, and the Iron Man suit had a Santa Hat on its head. He smiled, remembering the Christmas in the tower where he, Clint and Bruce had all taken it in turns to deck the Iron Legion bots out in the same hats, much to Tony's exasperation at the time.

"Look, Daddy!" Harry exclaimed excitedly as he spotted the hat "Uncle Nee is Santa!"

"I can see, buddy!" Steve chuckled as the young boy ran towards the suit, staring up at it. "Think it suits him?"

"Yep!" Harry nodded, his eyes focussed up before he turned to Steve. "I need one"

"A hat?" Steve asked, looking at him. “Well, I’m sure we can find one-“

"No, not a hat!” Jamie giggled “ A Iron Man suit."

Steve scoffed "No chance."

Just as Harry turned to look back at the suit once more, the elevator door opened and Katie walked out with Pepper. Pepper, as always, was dressed in a crisp grey suit and a pair of heels whereas Katie was in a pair of jeans, a Stark Industries hoody and a pair of knee high boots, her hair pulled back into a pony tail. Her coat was open and her scarf was loosely looped around her neck, woollen hat in her hands. Steve smiled at her as she greeted Harry who ran towards her and she picked him up. He gave his mom a kiss before he leaned over to wrap his arms around his Auntie's neck.

"Hi Sweetheart." Pepper beamed at him

"Hi Auntie Pep." He grinned before he wriggled a little so Katie placed him down as Steve approached giving her a soft kiss before he pecked his sister-in-law on the cheek.

"Hey Pep." He smiled as she gave him a hug.

"Hi Steve and hi baby!" She waggled her fingers at Flossie who beamed back and mimicked her actions. "God she's so big now."

"Yeah she's mastered the art of crawling. Poor Stark bolts from the room now to hide." Katie chuckled as she did up her coat.

"Auntie Pep, who put the hat on Uncle Nee?" Harry asked and Pepper looked at him, then to the Iron Man suit and snorted. "Your mommy"

"Why am I not surprised?" Steve looked at Katie and she shrugged.

"Tone loved Christmas much as me, he would approve." She tightened her scarf around her neck before she turned to Pepper "Can I change your mind about lunch?"

Pepper shook her head "I need to finish a few things then get to pick Moo up. But you guys enjoy and we'll see you in a couple of days for Christmas Eve."

"Sure?"

"Positive." Pepper nodded.

After bidding Pepper a good bye the four of them headed out into the cold December air and took their lunch at a little Italian not far from Grand Central. It was a nice way for Katie to finish work for the holidays and when they’d finished they took a walk so the younger kids could go and see the tree by the Rockefeller Centre. Flossie was mesmerised by ice skaters, Steve lifting her from the stroller so she could take a closer look whilst Harry tugged on Katie’s hand, pulling her closer to the tree to investigate.

Eventually it was time to head back to pick Jamie and Rori up from school. Katie dropped Steve by the gate where he collected them, plus Seb, and they set off on the twenty minute or so walk back, the two boys staying slightly ahead of him and Rori. As predicted, she begged for some time on the park and Steve acquiesced and they bounced from the swings to the slide before he told her it was time they headed home. He gave the boys strict instructions not to get into trouble or be late, and he left them to it, a gnawing, anxious feeling brewing in his chest as he made the three minute walk back to their house.

However, it all seemed to be okay. Jamie rang like clockwork as promised after fifteen minutes, then thirty, then forty-five, and when the security system sounded at the gate to announce that Jamie was home at three minutes to five, Steve finally relaxed.

That was until he heard Katie scream from the hallway.

“Jamie! Oh my God! What the hell happened?”

In a flash he was off the rug where he had been colouring with Harry and hurried into the entrance hall, stopping dead, his chest constricting as he saw his boy with a split lip, an already bruising cheek and eye and a slightly torn jacket collar.

“It wasn’t his fault Mrs Rogers.” Seb started to protest as Katie gently cupped Jamie’s face to examine his bruises.

“Are you hurt, Jamie?” Harry frowned as he looked at his brother from where he had followed Steve and Jamie shook his head.

“I’m okay Harry.”

“You don’t look okay.” Katie’s face was contorted in worry as Steve strode forward.

“Mom, I’m fine.” Jamie assured her “Honestly.”

“The other four boys aint.” Seb sniggered and at that Katie balked.

“Four? You were fighting with four other boys?” she stuttered and Steve gently touched her shoulder in an attempt to calm her down a little. Jamie was roughed up, he could see that, but after his initial shock he’d fast realised his boy’s injuries were superficial, and that most of the blood on his grey jacket wasn’t actually his…

“Honey, why don’t you go grab-“ Steve began but Rori cut him off, shocking Steve a little as he hadn’t realised she’d joined them.

“What’s in your coat?” she demand, pointed to the front of Jamie’s jacket. Steve glanced down and noticed that there was a slight bulge there, and it was moving.

“Jamie?” Steve nodded to it and Jamie looked up at him.

“They were hurting it.” He said softly, undoing his zip to reveal a tiny black and white kitten with bright blue eyes, and behind him, Steve heard Rori give a gasp.

“A kitty?”

“That’s why I got in the fight.” Jamie ignored his sister, his eyes fixed firmly on the kitten before he looked up at his mom. “I told them to stop but they were throwing stones at her and when she tried to run away they grabbed her tail and pulled her over. I think her leg is broken.”

“It’s true.” Seb insisted as Katie let out a sigh, gently reaching out for the cat which gave a loud shriek in protest as she picked it up.

“How do you know it’s a her?” Rori asked, her eyes fixed on the cat as Katie gently held it close to her chest.

“Because she doesn’t have a penis.” Jamie shot back and Steve gave an exasperated groan.

“Jamie!”

“What?” his son looked up at him. “It’s true!”

“Okay.” Katie cut over them both. “Take her by the fire to warm up.” She instructed, passing the protesting animal to Steve. He gently took the kitten, frowning as he could feel her bony spine as the tiny animal shivered in his large hand, from fright or cold, possibly both. “Jamie, into the kitchen so I can clean you up.”

“Mom, I’m sorry.” he sighed “I know you’re gonna be angry I was fighting but they really were hurting her.”

“I’m not mad.” She assured him, shaking her head “You did a good thing just…” she sighed trailing off “Go, kitchen.”

He looked at Steve who gave him a nod and he trudged off, Seb following.

“Hey, he’s okay.” Steve looked at her and she ran her hand over her face “Looks a damned site better than I used to when I came home to my Ma after a fight.”

“He was fighting four of them.” She practically squeaked and Steve took a deep breath.

“And from the looks of it, he came off better.” Steve mused, before Rori tugged at his jeans.

“Daddy can I see the kitty?”

“Me too!” Harry nodded eagerly.

“Go grab her a blanket from the cupboard under the stairs.” Steve instructed “And you can both sit with her in the lounge okay?”

“Okay!” Rori bounded off and Katie shook her head before she wandered into the downstairs bathroom and came out with the first aid kit. Without another word she headed into the kitchen where Jamie was shrugging off his jacket.

“Sit.” She instructed him, before she grabbed a bowl and filled it with warm water. Jamie obediently parked himself on a chair, Seb taking up the one on the other side of the table as Katie pulled a chair round and sat opposite her son and began to gently wipe his face with the cotton wool. He winced a little as she mopped the blood from around his lip and the dirt down the side of his face, taking care to be gently around his bruising cheek and eye, but other than that he showed no sign of injury. Just as she’d finished, and was retrieving an ice pack for him from the freezer, Steve walked into the room, stopping to examine Jamie’s face.

“That’s going to be an impressive black eye, son.” He mused, before he sighed, moving so his back was resting against the kitchen island, arms folded “So, what happened?”

“We were just about to head home, as it was cold anyway and we thought we’d come back a bit early but as we passed the corner there were four boys from the elementary school by the bush and they were prodding something with a stick.” Jamie began to explain, pressing the ice pack to the side of his face “When we passed I heard it crying so I told them to stop. They just swore at me and then one picked up a stone and threw it. That’s when I saw the cat and it fell over, making a horrible noise.” Jamie swallowed and bowed his head “Then when the pulled its tail, I just kinda lost it. I know I shouldn’t have done it but I pushed the one who had thrown the rock over and went to grab the cat, but then they all just started punching and kicking us.”

“I got a jab in.” Seb said, almost excitedly as Steve looked at him, arching an eyebrow, “But Jamie, man, he was something else. Took two down, WHAM, and then then pulled the third away from me. Then they all kinda ran away after that.”

“Elementary school.” Katie swallowed “How old were they Jamie?”

“One of them was Lisa Bradley’s older brother, she’s in my class.” Jamie mused, the ice pack pressed to his face “I think she said he was like 13 or something?”

“Not that it matters.” Seb grinned “Jamie’s like the same size as them, bigger than one of them actually.”

“I didn’t hit him.” Jamie shook his head “Just pushed him away when he swung at me.” He looked at his dad, pleading with his eyes for his father to believe him, which Steve did. His son wasn’t a liar. “I didn’t want to fight with someone smaller. You told me bullying is wrong.”

Steve took a deep breath, the pride welling in his chest “It is, son, but it sounds to me like he’s a bully, not you. Size isn’t everything all the time.”

Jamie shrugged, then his shoulders slumped “I ruined it didn’t I?”

“Ruined what?” Katie asked.

“You trusting me. You’ll never let me go to the park on my own again.”

Steve looked at Katie, before he turned to his son “I don’t recall us saying that.”

“But I got in a fight, and ripped my jacket. I know that was expensive and-”

“Jamie, we don’t care about your jacket.” Katie shook her head, “The rate you’re growing at it most likely won’t fit you for much longer anyway.” She sighed, “Look, hitting people isn’t right. And no, maybe you shouldn’t have started it but, we’re never going to get mad at you for standing up for yourself or someone, well something in this case, that needs help.” Katie looked at her son, smiling gently. “You did a good thing, fighting…well, I don’t like the fact you were involved in one but…”

“So you’re not gonna ground me?”

“No.” Steve shook his head.

“Even if their parent’s come round and start shouting and stuff?”

“We’ll worry about that if or when it happens.” Katie spoke, her voice was calm but Steve noticed her shoulders draw back a little and he had to fight the smirk on his face. She was an absolute hell cat where her kids were involved and he almost pitied the first parent to complain about Jamie’s behaviour. They’d feel the full on wrath of her Stark temper, and it wasn’t going to be pretty. With a deep breath she stood up, “Now, you boys thirsty? I got some peach tea if you want it?”

“My favourite!” Seb beamed “You’re the best Mrs R!”

With a soft smile, Katie gathered the bowl of dirty water and cotton pads and turned towards the sink. As she passed Steve he gently pushed away from the counter, reaching out to stop her. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and she took a deep breath, as she saw the tension leave her body before she continued across the kitchen.

“I’ll go check on the cat, make sure Rori hasn’t dressed it in a tutu or something.” He said, making for the door.

“I think she needs to go to the vet.” Jamie looked at him, “She was hurt real bad.”

Steve looked at Katie as she had pulled the jug of tea from the fridge. “Okay, if she needs to go I can take her whilst you guys have dinner.”

“You sure?” Steve looked at her and she nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll call them, see if John Mason is working.”

“I like him.” Jamie nodded “He was really kind with Lucky, and he’s nice to Stark too.”

With a nod, Katie moved from the room, calling out to Rori and Steve made to follow, stopping by Jamie as he did so, placing his hand on his shoulder.

“I’m proud of you, Son.” Steve’s head cocked to one side as Jamie looked up at him “We both are.”

“Thanks Dad.” He smiled softly.

“Just, maybe try not to take four of them on at once next time.” Steve arched an eyebrow. “Not that there should be a next time, but if there is…just don’t. You’ll give your Ma a heart attack.”

******

“It’s not broken.” John Mason said, looking a Katie. “Just dislocated. To be honest the malnutrition and dehydration is more of a worry along with the nasty infection she has in her ear. Poor thing has been through the wars.”

“Yeah, she feels very skinny.” Katie sighed “She going to be ok?”

“Next forty-eight hours will be critical.” The vet straightened up. “We’ll get her on a drip and see if we can locate an owner. She’s not chipped so chances are that won’t happen. But if she makes it we’ll get her in at the shelter.”

Katie nodded “Could you keep me updated on how she is? My son got into a bit of a punch up during his efforts to rescue her.”

Mason smiled “Absolutely.”

“Thanks. Oh and you can send the bill to me. I’ll front it, not the rescue.”

“That’s very kind Mrs Rogers.” he smiled “I’ll be in touch.”

Katie left the vets, rubbing her temple. She had a banging headache and needed a fucking stiff drink. She drove the short distance home, and frowned as she pulled up their drive. Steve was stood on the stoop, in full on Captain mode if his body language was anything to go by. His hands were on his belt buckle, broad shoulders squared, face set in a furious expression as he faced off against a pair of people stood at the bottom of the steps, the woman waving her hands excitedly. Katie let out a groan, as she would lay odds on these being the irate parents of one of the boys Jamie had been in a fight with, but her groan turned into a growl as the woman stepped up to Steve, pushing him in the chest. In a flash she was out of the car and ran over, gripping the lady by her hair and yanking her backwards down the stoop before she released her, shoving her harshly on the shoulder. The woman stumbled back a little, into the man who was stood there looking completely abashed, like he would rather be anywhere else. Katie pulled herself upright and glared at the pair of them before pointing at the sharp-faced woman, her eyes blazing with anger.

“Touch my husband again and I’ll break your arm.” Katie snarled, looking the woman up and down “Who the fuck are you?”

“Your son kicked the crap out of my boy!” The woman shrieked and Katie grimaced, her voice was as irritating as nails scraping down a black board. “I want to know what the hell you’re going to do about it.”

“As I pointed out, if your son hadn’t been part of a group throwing rocks at an animal, this wouldn’t have happened.” Steve’s voice was calm, but laced with authority.

“So you’re saying he deserved it?”

“I told you, James has been made perfectly aware that violence is not acceptable.” Steve avoided spitting out the yes that had flown into his mind, instead remaining as diplomatic and as calm as he could “But as far as we’re concerned, that’s end of the matter. So, if you don’t mind, I think you need to leave.”

“End of the matter?” the woman exploded “My son has got a broken nose, a black eye and he’s shaken up to heaven!”

Steve bit back the smirk that was threatening to spread across his face, the amusement that his ten year old really had managed to kick the crap out of a boy three years his senior really wasn’t appropriate but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t like bullies, in any shape or form.

“Oh, my heart bleeds.” Katie wasn’t quite as subtle, not that Steve expected anything else. As predicted, she was in full Momma Bear mode. Just like she was whenever anyone messed with her kids. “Go tell someone who cares, because I sure as hell don’t.”

"You know, it makes me want to barf the fact we’re all supposed to kiss your ass after everything that happened.” The woman scoffed and Katie simply looked at her, rolling her eyes. She’d heard it all before. “Fucking Katie Stark, married Captain America…” the woman continued, “parading around like she owns the place. God, you think you’re so special don’t you?”

At that Steve groaned as he saw Katie stiffen even more, her shoulders rolling back a little as she drew herself to full height, her body language one of a snake ready to strike, and he’d seen it countless times before, none of them ending particularly well for the other person involved.

“Not special, no.” Katie shook her head, her voice low and steely “But I’m certainly better than some piece of shit parent that brings their kid up with an attitude which makes them think it’s acceptable to not only harm a defenceless animal but be part of a gang of four boys who pick a fight with two kids three years younger than them.” She then stepped forward into the woman’s space and at that Steve hastily made his way down the stoop steps, ready to break up what he sensed was going to become another fight. “Now I suggest you get the fuck off my property before I drag you out of the gates myself, and trust me, patching up your son’s bruised ego at having the crap kicked out of him by a ten year old will be the least of your worries if that happens"

Steve slid his arm between the two women and gently moved Katie away. She acknowledged his touch, taking a step back but her eyes, which were blazing with anger, never left the woman in front of her.

"Come on, Hallie..." the man next to her spoke

"Yeah, go on Hallie," Katie hissed, unable as usual not have the last word, "fuck off back to your troll cave and mark my words, your son goes near mine again and I’ll be the one stood on your door step. You got me?"

The woman swallowed, her face slipping before she turned and left, Katie’s eyes following them out of the gate.

“Stupid bitch.” Katie spat as she spun to Steve who shook his head, “What?”

“You’re scary when you’re angry.” He stated simply, raising an eyebrow.

“What do you expect?” She blazed. “Coming round here, shooting her mouth off, shoving you in the chest. I don’t like people touching my stuff. Fuck her.”

Steve chuckled and wrapped his arm round her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her temple and quickly changing the subject. “How’s the cat?”

“Vet says in a bad way but we’ll see. Her leg wasn’t broken but she’s poorly” Katie sighed, her demeanour calming somewhat as they stepped inside the house. “He said he’d call me when they have news.”

“Rori’s already been asking if we can keep her.”

Katie groaned “Why am I not surprised?” she paused as Steve shut the door. “So were they the only ones to turn up then or-“

“Yeah.” Steve nodded “I took a call off the parents of two others, but both were very apologetic when I explained what had actually happened.”

“How are you so calm about all this?” Katie stopped and looked at him. “It’s normally me that’s level headed when it comes to stuff they’ve done but-“

“Honey, I got my ass kicked all over Brooklyn.” Steve smiled gently, shrugging “As I said before, my Ma saw me in far worse states than Jamie came home in, and whilst I don’t like what happened, rightly or wrongly I’m kinda pleased that he’s way stronger than I was and can stand up for himself. Gives us a little less to worry about, don’t you think?”

Katie pondered his words for a moment before she let out a soft sigh. “I need a drink.”

**** Three days later on the Monday, after lunch, the entire Rogers family sat in the large living room watching Home Alone. Katie was curled up on one of the sofas her feet resting in Steve’s lap as he absentmindedly traced circles on the skin just above her right ankle, his eye focussed on the TV. Rori lay tucked up against his other side as she nestled into him, her legs hanging over the arm of the sofa whilst Emmy, Pete and Harry were sat on the larger sofa opposite, Harry perched on Emmy’s knee. Jamie was sprawled in the large armchair with Stark, his hand tangling in his faithful dog’s fur and Flossie was napping in her pack and play to the side of the room. Katie loved moments like this, having all her kids together, laughing and joking and chatting as they watched, every so often Steve making some kind of ‘dad’ remark that would earn him a groan in response, or cause Jamie and Emmy to exchange exasperated glances whilst he turned and winked at Katie, knowing exactly what he was doing.

This was what the holidays were all about to them both. Their family.

Feeling her phone vibrate, Katie shifted a little to locate it from down the side of the cushion and Steve looked at her, questioningly as she glanced at her phone.

“Be right back.” She said, leaving the room so as not to disturb them.

“Mrs Rogers, its John Mason.” The vet greeted her as she answered, shutting the door to the kitchen. “I just wanted to update you on Erica, the kitten you brought in.”

"Erica?" Katie blinked and the vet gave a little chuckle.

“Sorry, yeah, one of the vet nurses kinda nicknamed her and it stuck." The man's tone was almost apologetic. "It’s short for America. Cat-tain America to be specific" Katie let out a little groan of a chuckle “You know you'd really get on with my eldest daughter." The man laughed "Well, despite the odds being stacked against her I’m pleased to tell you she pulled through. She was extremely weak when you brought her in but she's healthy enough to be moved to the shelter tomorrow where they can continue to look after her until she hopefully finds a home" "Well I appreciate it. Thank you for letting me know. Are you emailing the bill over?” "No, there's no charge." The vet replied. "It’s Christmas after all. The time for good will and all that." Katie smiled "Well in that case I'll give an extra donation to the shelter. We normally take them something this time of year, especially seeing as that’s where our dog came from." "Yes how is Stark after we last saw him?" "He’s good." Katie turned her head to eye up the mutt in question who had followed her into the kitchen in the hope he was going to sneak some coveted human food, not a care in the world at the fact the last time he had snatched something he shouldn’t, it had cost them almost four hundred bucks and a Jamie melt down. "The sickness drugs obviously worked as he was fine. No chocolate poisoning thank God. I’d like to say it taught him a lesson on not eating things that are not meant to be eaten by him but sadly no, he still sticks his nose into everything, including my shoe closet. The vet laughed “Yes, they keep us on our toes. Well, lovely talking to you Mrs Rogers. Hopefully, no offence, but we won't see you soon and I hope you have a lovely Christmas." "You too. And thank you."

With that she put the phone back in her pocket and headed into the lounge.

“That was the vet.” She said. Steve looked up at her, and the paused the film, all eyes turning to her. “The kitten is fine. She pulled through.”

“Well that’s good news.” Steve smiled, as Jamie gave a little grin and Rori cheered.

“They’re going to take her to the shelter tomorrow.”

“But it’s Christmas.” Rori said gently, her face falling. “She’ll be all alone.”

“She won’t” Katie assured her, knowing full well that she was as much of an animal lover as Jamie. “She’ll have other cat friends. Hey, they even gave her a name, they like her that much so…”

“What?” Rori asked.

“Erica.” Katie grinned, her eyes flicking to Steve “Short for Cat-tain America.”

At that Steve let out a groan as Peter and Emmy both snorted, Jamie howling with laugher but Rori’s face remained deadly serious.

“They should have called her Emmy.”

“Why?” Emmy looked at Rori who gave a shrug.

“Because she’s like you.”

“What, has a furry face and whiskers?” Pete quipped, causing Jamie to howl even more. Steve gave a grin as Pete easily dodged the blow Emmy aimed to the back of his head, his spidey senses telling him it was coming.

“No.” Rori rolled her eyes, sighing dramatically “I mean because she was all alone too until Jamie found her, just like you were until momma and daddy found you” she looked at her sister, the expression on her little face serious as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Steve and Katie exchanged a look, both of them sideswiped by Rori’s comment.

“I just hope she’s as lucky as you were.” Rori shrugged. “And that she finds a family that’s kind to her.” With that she turned back to the TV. “Now, can we finish the movie?”

“Erm, yeah.” Steve pressed play again and Katie excused herself to start dinner. He waited a few minutes before he headed out into the hallway to see Katie hastily pulling on her jacket.

“I need cheese for the lasagne.” She looked at him and he arched an eyebrow.

“Yeah, right. Cheese.”

She shrugged and headed out of the door, and Steve turned to see Jamie stood behind him.

“Ten bucks says she’s coming back with the cat.” Jamie spoke and Steve snorted.

“First rule of gambling, you bet on a cert not against it. No deal.” He folded his arms as Jamie grinned “Not a word to your sister until your mom gets home or we won’t hear the end of it.”

***** About forty minutes or so later the system announced that Katie was home and Steve and Jamie exchanged a look. A few moments later Katie called them all out into the hallway and Steve watched as Rori and Harry shot out first, the rest following, as they heard Rori gave a shriek.

“Are we keeping her?”

“An early Christmas gift from Jamie to everyone.” Katie smiled as she crouched down and opened the little cat carrier and reached in for the kitten, which looked a damned site better than when Steve had last seen her.

“Jamie, you’re the best!” Rori turned to her brother and hugged him tightly. Jamie grinned and hugged her back before Rori turned round and held her arms out, Katie handing the kitten over.

“Hi Erica!” Rori beamed at the cat who looked at her, then around the room blinking before giving a tiny meow.

“Okay, look, if the cat’s staying can we at least think of a better name?” Steve pleaded, before he smiled and looked at Katie “What about T’Challa?”

Katie laughed as his suggestion was met with a resounding chorus of protest.

“Nope.” Rori shook her head, looking at him. “It’s bad luck to change an animal’s name. And now we have a dog named after Uncle Nee and momma, and now a kitty named after you.” She shrugged, her attention turning back to the cat and Steve watched Erica batted slightly at the little coloured woollen balls that adorned Rori’s sweater. Rori gave a giggle, gently pressing her nose to the cat’s head.

In the corner of his eye, Steve noticed a flash of white and tan fur but before he could do anything, Jamie grabbed Stark’s collar to stop him jumping all over Rori and the kitten.

“You’ll have to take them into the lounge so they can meet each other.” Katie instructed and Jamie nodded.

“Come on, I’ll help.” Emmy smiled.

“Me too, I love cats!” Peter grinned, and together they all headed into the lounge, Rori talking excitedly about all the tricks she was going to teach her new pet, leaving Steve and Katie alone in the hall.

“Funny looking cheese.” Steve quipped, as he looked down at the bag of items from the pet store, finally meeting his wife’s eyes with a smirk as she looked at him, her expression a little sheepish. “And after all that abuse you gave me last week over saying maybe.”

“Shut up.” She mumbled, and then with a grin she moved and slipped her arms round his neck. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

“Oh, I know you will.” He smirked, his hands resting on her hips. “And for the record, the next time you say that our little Diva knows how to play me, I’m totally gonna remind you of this.”

“I don’t doubt it for a second, Soldier.” She grinned, pulling his head down towards hers, kissing him deeply, “But for the record, it was the name that totally did it.”

“Sure it was.”

“That and the fact it’s black and white.” She grinned, a mischievous look in her face “Like your beard.”

“Well for that I’m definitely shaving.” His lips brushed against hers and she laughed, shaking her head.

“Please don’t.” she whispered, her teeth nipping at his jaw line, her mouth sliding softly down his neck and Steve gave a little moan, his fingers flexing on her hips.

“Well, maybe you can convince me to keep it.” He spoke softly, as once more his lips claimed hers.

#stark spangled forever #steve rogers #steve rogers x original female character #steve rogers x oc #katie stark #chris evans #chris evans characters

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multimuse-rp-archived · 3 years ago

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MOBILE MUSES

Game of Thrones/ASOIAF:

Theon Greyjoy

Jon Snow

Arya Stark

Samwell Tarly

Podrick Payne

Ramsay Bolton

Jorah Mormont

Brienne of Tarth

Joffrey “Baratheon”

Petyr Baelish

Sansa Stark (on hiatus)

Tyrion Lannister ( on @tyrion-lanni-star )

The Last Kingdom:

Uhtred Ragnarson (on hiatus)

King Alfred ( on another blog tba)

Supernatural:

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Jack Kline

Gabriel

Crowley

Bobby Singer

Castiel

The Hunger Games:

Plutarch Heavensbee

Peeta Mellark

Katniss Everdeen

Primrose Everdeen

Alma Coin

Rue

Coriolanus Snow (on hiatus)

Harry Potter:

Hermione Granger

Harry Potter

The 100:

John Murphy

Raven Reyes

Jasper Jordan

Octavia Blake

Monty Green

Lincoln kom Trikru ( on @damngrounder )

LOST:

Charlie Pace

Sayid Jarrah

Hugo “Hurley” Reyes

James “Sawyer” Ford

Shannon Rutherford

How to Get Away with Murder:

Connor Walsh

Oliver Hampton

Asher Millstone

Michaela Pratt

Frank Delfino

Star Wars:

Padmé Amidala

Anakin Skywalker

The Good Place:

Michael

Chidi Anagonye

Tahani Al-Jamil

Jason Mendoza

The Vampire Diaries:

Klaus Mikaelson

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore (on hiatus)

Stranger Things:

Max Mayfield

Dustin Henderson

Narnia:

Lucy Pevensie

Once Upon a Time:

Henry Mills

Despicable Me:

Felonious Gru

Dru Gru (on hiatus)

Margo Gru

Edith Gru

Agnes Gru (on hiatus)

Balthazar Bratt

Victor “Vector” Perkins

Alexa and Katie:

Alexa Mendoza

Katie Cooper

The Society:

Cassandra Pressman

Allie Pressman

Sam Eliot

Gordie Moreno (on hiatus)

The Underland Chronicles:

Gregor Johnson

Lizzie Johnson

Luxa Seymour

Les Miserablés:

Jean Valjean

Inspector Javert

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid (on hiatus)

On My Block:

Ruby Martinez

Olivia Gonzalez

Cesar Diaz

Monse Finnie

Jamal Turner

Oscar Diaz ( on @oscar-spccky )

Dead to Me:

Michelle Gutierrez

Judy Hale (on hiatus)

You:

Joe Goldberg (on hiatus)

Meet the Parents:

Jack Byrnes

Memories of the Alhambra:

Seo Junghoon

Jung Heejoo

Jung Sejoo

Cha Hyunsuk

Jung Minjoo

Goblin:

Grim Reaper ( possibly on another blog tba )

Parks and Recreation:

Ron Swanson (on hiatus)

Andy Dwyer (on hiatus)

Tom Haverford (on hiatus)

April Ludgate (on hiatus)

Chris Trager (on hiatus)

Ben Wyatt (on hiatus)

Leslie Knope (on hiatus)

Schitt’s Creek:

Alexis Rose

Johnny Rose

Moira Rose

David Rose

Patrick Brewer

Insatiable:

Patty Bladell

Nonnie Thompson

Christian Keene

Brick Armstrong

Bob Armstrong

Never Have I Ever:

Fabiola Torres (on hiatus)

Reign:

Sebastian de Poitiers

Nostradamus

Kenna de Poitiers

Francis de Valois

Mary Stuart

Lola Narcisse

Greer Norwood

Claude de Medici

Leith Bayard

Stephane Narcisse

Catherine de Medici

Louis Condé (on hiatus)

Teenage Bounty Hunters:

Sterling Wesley

Blair Wesley

Bowser Simmons

Othello:

Othello

Iago

Good Girls:

Rio

Beth Boland

Annie Marks

Ruby Hill

Dean Boland

Money Heist/La Casa de Papel:

Sergio Marquina

Nairobi

Rio

Denver

Tokyo

Moscow

Mónica Gaztambide

Raquel Murillo

Arturo Roman

Palermo

Berlín ( on @andresdefonollosa )

Lord of the Rings:

Frodo Baggins (on hiatus)

Samwise Gangee (on hiatus)

OCs:

Lillian Clarke ( on @unobtainabledreams )

#this post is ugly af but the gdoc takes a while to load #so here is a mobile muse page!#this is the most up-to-date list of muses as of rn #muse page

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Hi Sveja, I was wondering if you could offer some fc suggestions ages 31-40 for Natasha Romanova aka Black Widow? Mainly to use as her comic fc. Thank you in advance!

Hello! Thank you for sending this in! I know Natasha in the comics has red hair and blue eyes. Finding FCs with both can be hard. I included people who have both her looks and vibes! As her family is unknown, and Russian is her nationality, I included WOC! (WOC are bolded as usual!)

LOOKS

Allyson Pratt - 30s - Metis of Plains Cree, white Antonia Thomas - 33 - Afro-Jamaican, white Evan Rachel Wood - 33 - white Rose Leslie - 33 - Mexican, white Deborah Ann Woll - 35 - white - fun fact! my friend has a red room muse with this fc! :) Rebecca Ferguson - 36 - white - the closest one I could find to the comics! Alexandra Breckenridge - 38 - white Chyler Leigh - 38 - white Sarah Drew - 39 - white Jen Richards - 40s - white - trans! - has the ICONIC bangs! Asli Orcan - 40 - Turkish Joanna Garcia - 41 - Cuban Annie Wersching - 43 - white - 2nd closest one to the comics! Jessica Chastain - 43 - white Maria Thayer - 44 - white - has younger resources! Amy Adams - 46 - white - has younger resources Christina Hendricks - 46 - white

VIBES

Ashleigh Murray - 32 - African-American - had red hair in Katy Keene! Jaina Lee Ortiz - 33 - Puerto Rican Munroe Bergdorf - 33 - Afro-Jamaican, white - trans & genderqueer! - had red & pink hair Goldshifteh Farahani - 37 - Iranian Natalie Dormer - 38 - white - for action scenes, she’s in Mockingjay Pt I & II! Tugce Kumral - 38 - Turkish - had the ionic bangs?? Julie Gonzalo - 39 - Argentinian, white Olga Kurylenko - 40 - white Maggie Q - 41 - Vietnamese, white Caroline Dhavernas - 42 - white - especially in Mary Kills People Ekaterina Klimova - 42 - white Aishwarya Rai - 46 - Tuluva Indian Roselyn Sanchez - 47 - Puerto Rican Tamara Taylor - 49 - African-Canadian, white - has younger resources Lucy Liu - 51 - Han Chinese - has younger resources galore

#natasha romanova fancast #fc help #fancast #etresroyaux #answered #fc: 30s #fc: 40s

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#RIVERDALESFM: is an archie comics based roleplay that takes inspiration solely from the older versions of the comic books. we allow both canon characters and originals to be playable here ! we crossover between all of the other comics within the archieverse as well. including; sabrina, josie and the pussycats, katy keene and li'l jinx ! this group is for muns and muses that are 21+ only ! ❝ so, if you happen to see that neon sign some lonely night at the end of that long journey, that journey that every one of us is on. pull over, come on in, take a seat. know you’ll always be among friends, and that riverdale will always be your home. ❞

🍦 𝐌𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! 🥤

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lanottedellastrega · 5 years ago

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Out of the Shadows

Metal Hammer, Summer 2015. Transcript behind the cut.

OUT OF THE SHADOWS Poised to release their third album, Ghost have returned from their unholy slumber to reveal how their conversion mission is progressing - and when their end times might come... Words: Chris Chantler. Pics: John McMurtrie

Surely this can't be right. Hammer is awaiting an audience with a Nameless Ghoul from the Swedish Devil-worshipping cult of Ghost, half-expecting to be blindfolded and ridden to the ruins of a deconsecrated church for a clandestine rendezvous with the masked and robed envoys of Satan. Yet we're in the executive lounge of a Kensington hotel, and there's an extremely polite, alarmingly youthful-looking short-haired man in a leather jacket being introduced as "the author of Ghost." Hammer experiences some cognitive dissonance, imagining that this is a hoax, that Ghost are slyly pretending to have human faces and interpersonal skills to divert attention from the true nature of their esoteric origins or seduce us into foul practices. The only visible clue to this young man's role as Ghost mouthpiece is the symmetrically matching pair of skull-and-crossbones patches on his leather sleeves. Yet when he starts talking about Ghost's third album, the majestic Meliora, it's clear this guy knows what he's talking about.

"The first album [2010's Opus Eponymous] was about the impending doom of a more old-school Biblical sort, where death and destruction will come in the form of locusts and dark fog: it was the coming of the Antichrist," he explains in soft, measured tones, choosing his words with care, maintaining near-constant eye contact. "The second album [2013's Infestissumam] was about the presence of the devil, taking place aesthetically in a 1700's milieu with a more Baroque theme. Whereas this album is the absence of God. It's a futuristic, pre-apocalyptic record. The cat is out of the house and the mice dance on the table. But at some point, the cat comes home..."

Meliora is a godless state, where Ghost's totemic frontman-cum-sigil Papa Emeritus wields power and terror with fearful impunity. And like his spiritual predecessor, Iron Maiden's Eddie, he's renewed with each new phase of band activity, so we're now on Papa III. His city bears more than a passing resemblance to the world we live in.

"Meliora is the metropolitan landscape in which this album takes place; a backdrop that looks like a big city with a lot of hopeful people living in fear of not succeeding," he explains candidly. "Many of the lyrics on this album deal with ambition. It's ridden with a certain degree of self-loathing. I really hate ambitious people - that's why I live in a place where there's not a whole lot of them."

Ghost may not have had any grand ambitions, but five years on from their debut demo, single and LP, some of their original concept has had to be compromised by unimagined levels of growth and demand. For example, talking openly and earnestly to the press in his street clothes, his face and voice undisguised (rumours suggest he's singer-songwriter Tobias Forge, but his real name is politely unconfirmed) is something the Ghoul never intended to do. But he admits that the success of the band thus far - and the enthusiastic patronage of superstar superfans such as James Hetfield, Phil Anselmo and Dave Grohl - has greatly surprised and humbled the men behind the masks.

"Contrary to popular belief, we did not know that we were gonna get that much heat," the Ghoul affirms. "It's fun to play high horse and say it's just a trick and we're fucking with everybody, which we obviously are not. We had no idea. When we were rehearsing our debut, we had a conversation with Rise Above and were contemplating whether to make 500 or 1,000 copies. And maybe we could do a show at Roadburn. It was very innocent - even though that's a word I've never used in terms of Ghost! We've had to grow with it, and we had a lot of catching up to do between the first and second albums. But aesthetically a lot of things we're planning on doing are things we had on paper to begin with."

Realizing something magickal was happening, Ghost made a concerted decision to spread their message of Satanic arch camp horror out of the underground, moving from cult indie label Rise Above to Spinefarm, an imprint of Universal, the world's biggest major. But from their first recordings, Ghost were a musically accessible, traditional, melodic pop-rock showbiz act with influences from some of the biggest bands of the past (Kiss, Abba, Blue Oyster Cult), a strong visual identity and a mischievously lurid theology; it was clear this band needed a level of production above the average low-key doom band.

"In order to present ourselves in the way that we intended, we needed a larger setting," agrees the Ghoul. "We want Papa's hat to not touch the ceiling. We want the band to look like we're performing a mass rather than in a punk squat. What we saw in our minds was something that looked and felt solemn and larger than life."

From their earliest pronouncements, Ghost were demanding the world's attention, and with "a lot of touring," they made sure they got it. But the question of how long they can hold it for is one that the Nameless Ghoul is acutely aware of.

"We have our figure. We have our concept. We can work with that. But we're just on our third record. Out of all our favorite bands, where were they on their third record? They sure weren't chickening out and doing the same safe shit. That's not how you make a third record; that's not how Master of Puppets or Number of the Beast got made. You have to build and be as bold as you can be, even though it feels a little scary. Because we know, we can fuck this up. Especially on the third record, when you're supposed to take a big step. Are we gonna go down to the basement again? You don't know how many chances you get. This might be our last one."

To make that all-important leap forward on a pivotal album, as Metallica or AC/DC can tell you, the secret often lies in the choice of producer. Although there's a great metallic crunch to the music on Meliora, and a psychedelic audacity, Swedish pop savvy is the band's trump card. To further that end, Ghost employed knob-twiddler Klas Ahlund, best known for his songwriting collaborations with Britney Spears, Kylie, Katy Perry and Madonna.

"We felt, 'Maybe we should work with someone who can really help us redefine what we're doing,'" the Ghoul reasons. "He was keen to find a rock band with their own material, and we were looking for a producer with more of a songwriting skill, so it was a good match. As much as we could drive a car on the energy of thinking we're the best band in the world - a very small car! - we knew there must be things we can do better. Every band with self-respect should work with someone who can really challenge what you're doing, and we did that with Klas. When you're on a major label with bigger expectations, you have the opportunity to get a yes or now from people you'd like to work with. But early on we realised, as much fun as it is to look at records we love and say, 'Let's get Mutt Lange!' or 'Let's get Bob Rock!' it felt like we should get our own man. Many of these big producers weren't big producers until they did that big record that we associate them with."

As they await the world's reaction to Meliora, Ghost have already amassed "the ground basics of what will become the next album." Nevertheless, for a band with such clear vision and attention to detail, it's tempting to wonder if they've planned an exit strategy.

"I had one vision two years ago and I have another vision now, and I may have another two years from now," muses the Ghoul. "We can catapult our concept around a few times, into different eras and spheres, but it has its time and place. I don't think anybody would enjoy having us around doing this forever; when there's nothing more to say, I hope we're sober enough to yank out the cord. We're not going to use Ghost for every musical dream we have. It's all fun and games to be in robes, but it's also lots of fun playing three-piece punk rock in your t-shirt."

However, with the musical development evident on Meliora, happily Ghost look set to continue expanding their sound and mythology. Have you joined the cult?

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WHO IS PAPA III? Three things we know about our new, mysterious leader...

Papa Emeritus III is younger than his brother, Papa Emeritus II, by three months. Nameless Ghoul: "There are several Mamas. And one big, old, really, really bad Papa. That might give you an indication of what's gonna happen in the future. There's one shark in the water you haven't met yet..."

He controls his followers in Meliora. Nameless Ghoul: "Papa is the authoritative religious leader among his followers. He comes into the vacuum of the godless contemporary world and manipulates the people. We are, together with our fans, agreeing that you are here to worship us, and we are telling you what to do. And in this era, it's all taking place in the futuristic dystopian city of Meliora."

He was inspired by Sir Christopher Lee. Nameless Ghoul: "From Scaramanga to The Lord of the Rings, Sir Christopher Lee played a large role when it came to the concept of Papa. A scary, sophisticated, handsome older man who inflicted terror and arousal. I greatly admired him."

#metal hammer #the band ghost #papa emeritus iii #interview #tobias forge #meliora #meliora era #transcript added

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Official promo pictures and episode summaries for episodes 6-10 of Father Brown Series 8, airing on BBC in January 2020. Summaries under the cut for length. (Promo pics and photos for episodes 1-5 can be found here.)

The Numbers of The Beast (13 Jan 2020)

Mrs McCarthy strikes it lucky at the church bingo with the help of a fortune-teller.

Mrs McCarthy (Sorcha Cusack) is stunned when her sister Roisin (Niamh Cusack) arrives in Kembleford. Roisin’s made friends with a fortune-teller named Trafalgar Devlin (Grant Masters) and wants Mrs McCarthy to meet him. Over a cup of tea, Trafalgar predicts the winning jackpot line numbers for the Hambleston Church bingo event run by Samuel Hinds (Nigel Betts). Later, at the church bingo, Mrs McCarthy buys a card with Trafalgar’s numbers on it and wins the jackpot prize, much to her astonishment!

Meanwhile Anna Bailey (Alison Pargeter) is keen to speak to Father Brown (Mark Williams) urgently about some fraud she’s discovered. When Father Brown goes to see her the next morning to discuss the matter, he finds her dead. Her husband Peter (Graeme Hawley) is holding a bloodied murder weapon, and insisting it wasn’t him. But is Peter telling the truth?

The River Corrupted (14 Jan 2020)

Sid returns to Kembleford to ask his old family to help save his new one.

After Maeve Lochlin’s (Bronte Terrell) father Pat (Ian Puleston-Davies) is accused of murdering Roger Barford (Andrew Whipp), Maeve and her boyfriend Sid Carter (Alex Price) travel to Kembleford to ask Father Brown (Mark Williams) to help them clear his name.

Father Brown promises to do all he can and pays a visit to Blind ‘Arry’s (Alan Williams) where Pat is laying low. Things don’t look good for Pat when it is revealed that he and Roger had an argument about money on the night Roger was killed. Roger’s widow Georgina Barford (Hannah Yelland) is convinced that Pat is guilty, but Father Brown’s suspicions turn towards barmaid Polly Beavington (Gabrielle Creevy), who used to work for Roger at his textile factory. Were the two having an affair? And did Roger finish it? When Pat is arrested for murder, it’s down to Father Brown to prove his innocence before it’s too late.

The Curse of the Aesthetic (15 Jan 2020)

Father Brown must discover who is out to kill a tortured artist before it’s too late.

Tortured artist Benjamin Milton (George Webster) struggles to contain his emotions when an exhibition at his estate, Milton Manor, dedicated to his ‘muse’ Isabella (Isabella Peroux), doesn’t go to plan. A bust of her likeness is defaced; and a suspected attempt on his life is made when art collector Conrad French (Justin Avoth) tries to enter Benjamin’s studio and is electrocuted.

Meanwhile Benjamin is also at loggerheads with his sister Katie (Rhiannon Neads) over his share of the estate, which they both occupy. He also has to fend off the unwanted advances of would-be life model Rose (Danielle Phillips). Things get even worse when his housekeeper Nanny Ribble (Harriet Thorpe) is found murdered, with a knitting needle stuck in her neck. It’s down to Father Brown (Mark Williams) to work out who is responsible for Nanny Ribble’s death, and who would want to kill Benjamin and why.

The Fall of the House of St Gardner (16 Jan 2020)

A gossip columnist is murdered after threatening to expose the secrets of a fashion house.

When fashion designer Lady Vivien St Gardner-Verde (Rosalie Craig) heeds Bunty’s (Emer Kenny) warnings not to let gossip columnist Barbara Farrell (Amanda Lawrence) attend her new fashion show, Barbara promises revenge on the House of St Gardner. But when the fashion show venue falls through, Vivien decides to stage the event in Kembleford instead, along with the help of Sir Ralph Verde (Nick Waring), Harvey St Gardner (Ben Lamb), and model Camille Hogan (Ingvild Lakou).

However, when they arrive, they discover Barbara has tracked them down to Kembleford and is just as vicious as ever. Father Brown (Mark Williams) implores Barbara to choose a righteous path; but she ignores him. Soon after, Barbara is found dead in her lodgings - her head bashed in with a typewriter. Was she planning to publish a secret that would bring the St Gardner house down? Meanwhile Bunty, who is romantically involved with Harvey, is left wondering if he could be Barbara’s killer…

The Tower of Lost Souls (17 Jan 2020)

Father Brown joins forces with Chief Inspector Valentine to uncover a dark secret at Helmsley House.

After the body of Reginald Brody is discovered at the bottom of Helmsley Tower, Chief Inspector Valentine (Hugo Speer) returns to Kembleford to investigate. Suspecting that there is more to his death than suicide, Valentine enlists Father Brown (Mark Williams) to help investigate.

Meanwhile Alistair Helmsley (Gyuri Sarossy) and his wife Emily (Susannah Wise), with gardener George Oakley (Cal Macaninch), are determined to continue organizing a fundraiser for injured veterans at Helmsley House. Valentine suspects Alistair’s brother William (James Anderson) may have pertinent information and brings him in for questioning, but he refuses to talk. Later, at the top of Helmsley Tower, William is about to reveal the identity of Reginald’s killer when he is murdered, and Valentine is framed for his death, leading to his arrest. It is down to Father Brown and Chief Inspector Sullivan (Tom Chambers) to clear Valentine’s name and find the real killer.

#father brown #bbc father brown #y'all don't understand; i've literally been checking the bbc website multiple times every day since the ep 1-5 summaries came out #and *finally* we get something #overall i'm less enthused about these eps than ep 1-5 tbh #with the exception of the valentine & sullivan ep which sounds amazing #also i'm glad to see my theory that sorcha's real life sister is playing her sis on the show was right

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lucilletsmith · 4 years ago

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Underwater Swimming Pool Lighting Ideas

Pool and spa submerged lights can be substantially more than downright white lights. Here are some important things that you should keep in mind while consulting pool companies in Katy, these few musings and thoughts regarding the various styles of lights that are accessible for your new or remodeled pool and spa.

A pool isn't just about bouncing in and having a good time sprinkling around in the water. A ton goes onto ensuring that the pool being built is of high caliber in each term, be it the material being utilized for the development of the pool, the extra offices in the pool like water filtration framework, water warming framework, and so on. On the off chance that you are currently getting a pool, this article may arrive in a great deal convenient.

Throughout time, pool development procedures have preferred and more perplexing over what it used to be before. These days, developers and people who assemble pools and individuals who are keen on gaining pools ensure that they utilize just the high-level prevalent quality materials in the development of a pool to guarantee the life span and solidness of the pool.

A pool can be built out of a variety of sorts of materials. Despite the fact that the most preferred material of a development pro is solid, one may likewise think about utilizing tiles or gunite. Gunite is a particular material which has characteristics better than that analyzed than concrete. It is better in all viewpoints when contrasted with concrete and is likewise somewhat less expensive. It is profoundly impervious to discharge and the expense of the development of a pool utilizing gunite is significantly not exactly common. Gunite has been the place of development of great pools now for quite a while. For what it's worth, it is positioned close by manufactured materials that are utilized to rebuild the pool. Nonetheless, there is one thing that even gunite isn't totally sheltered from for example auxiliary harm.

however, gunite fix is not a problem. It is similarly as simple as fixing some other type of basic harm in a pool. Individuals who have gunite pools can undoubtedly get the harm fixed by utilizing mortar. The whole system lies in the distinguishing proof of the particular territories where the harm has been done and afterward detachment of these spots. Ensure that the territories are dry and afterward apply a thick mortar glue uniformly over the splits. This will help in concealing the harmed parts and subsequently, you will have your reestablished pool back in a matter of moments.

#pool companies in Katy #Swimming Pools builder Katy

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The Outliers - A Guildwars Love Story

This story is dedicated to my wife.

Chapter 1

So many of my comrades had perished at the paws of those savage beasts! He had mused to himself. "Father, I'm here. Are you okay?" The old man looked at his son with a somewhat surprised look then handed him the lantern. "I'm fine. It's nothin'. Just help me get these fence posts back in their notches so we can tie 'em off." Kaleb swung the lantern around searching for one of the fallen fence railings. Once he had located the post both he and his father worked in unison to get them reset. "Have you checked to see if Gerty decided to make a bolt for it?" Kaleb asked. His father laughed. "That ole' girl wouldn't move if she were being attacked by an army of ettins. She's right where she's always been... face firmly planted in the feeding trough." In spite of the misery of the cold rain, both father and son managed to mend the damaged fence well before sunrise. After their tasked had been completed, they promptly headed towards the back kitchen door. "Not one step further you two." Shirley Grimwald, or "Mamma" Shirley as her husband liked to call her, raised her hand in a gesture for both men to stop. She pointed towards the floor as a signal to remind them to take off their wet boots and parkas before entering the house. "Yes ma'am. I guess the rain chased me in and I lost my head for a bit," the elder Grimwald chuckled. "It's okay, dear. The next time, I'll chase you out sans overcoat and muddy boots." She smiled in return.

"Once the two of you are dried - I left some fresh towels at the edge of the table right next to the door - you can have some hot coffee and cakes." Mamma Grimwald was slight in build but strong in her faith. As a devoted follower of the Six, she piously offered prayers whenever a situation demanded them. With the serving of food came the traditional supplication to their god, Dwayna, for blessings upon their family. Kaleb tried his best to dry out the locks of his dark shoulder-length hair. But even with his judicious efforts, his head still looked like a frazzled soppy wet mess. The chair he sat on felt small and rickety under the weight of his broad, six-foot, four-inch frame. Being mindful of the damp towel, he discreetly folded it into a compact square then placed it upon his lap.

"Thank you, boys, for fixing that fence. It seems every time there's a puff of wind, that thing keeps getting blown down," Shirley said as she poured both men some coffee. "Are the girls still asleep? That thunder makes enough racket to wake the dead." Kaleb looked at his father and said with a laugh. "C'mon, father. Katie can sleep through a volcano eruption. And Rachel is probably hiding under the pillow crying like a newborn with her butt stuck in the air." "Liar!" Came a shout from the other side of the door adjoining the kitchen and hallway. Rachel leaned out from the door frame just enough so her green eyes and auburn hair was visible.

"And miss snoop gets foiled again. Yer way too predictable, sis. Now go to bed!" "Why should I? I can't even sleep and Katie snores like a cave troll." "If the big bad thunderstorm is too much for you, then you can always sleep in my closet." "Oh, just shut up Kal! I hope you catch pneumonia and die so then I can have the best room in the house." "Rachel Grimwald! I will hear no further talk like that from you young lady. Since you can't seem sleep during foul weather or be nice to anyone... I guess you'll just have to sleep in our room... on the floor!" Rachel said nothing as Kaleb gave her a wide-eared grin. "Fine! I'm going back to bed... in my room!" Rachel said as she stomped off making every attempt to make her footsteps as loud as possible. Kaleb then turned to his parents and commented. "Yanno. I would sure feel sorry for the unlucky soul who has dubious honor of wanting to marry her."

"She's just going through that phase, son. Girls eventually get over it and blossom into beautiful women," Daniel said while taking an extra sip of his coffee. "Speaking of marriage. How are things going between you and Trish? You haven't talked about her much for awhile." Mrs. Grimwald asked her son. Kaleb averted his gaze for a moment before responding. "She's been really busy trying to earn some brownie points with the nobles and such. We really don't get to see each other that much anymore." "She would make a fine wife for you, son. I know her family is well connected. Shoot, if you ever had to serve on a battlefront, I'm sure her folks would find a way of having you stationed in a place that far from any fighting," his mother said with a smile. "Shirley. That's not how the Seraph operates. Only the spoiled rich brats get to serve far from the front lines. Us common folks, on the other hand, aren't as lucky." The elder Grimwald then looked at his son and asked, "speaking of the Seraph, when are you supposed to report for duty?" "I'm to report in within three days. According to my commanding officer, I am to be stationed not too far from Claypool." Father Grimwald poured himself another cup of coffee then began arranging the pieces of silverware in a triangle pattern.

"So, after your stint in the army, what are your plans then?" Kaleb knew where the conversation was going. "Honestly, I'm not really sure. Maybe I'll go to Divinity's Reach and join the carnival. I heard they are always having openings. I think part of that comes from the fact that some of the performers wind up getting eaten by the ferocious animals they train." "You're like the pot that keeps callin' the kettle black, son. You are much worse than your sister as far as that smart mouth of yers goes and if I were a woman I would have smacked ya upside the head, silly," Daniel said tersely. "Then I guess I'm lucky in that there's no woman who's got a witty mouth quite like mine. Not that I'm thinking too highly of myself or anything, mind you... just stating the obvious, that's all."

His father stood up from the kitchen table then spoke to Kaleb in a passive-aggressive tone. "Well, sooner or later you will have to face the facts. As the elder son of this family, the burden will fall to you when the time comes to take over the business. If I had my way, I would rather you remain here than be sent off to fight in some godsforsaken far off piece of Tyria." "Hey. I'm not keen on dying either, father. But since the treaty, Kryta is no longer under threat and even your outfit, the Ebonguard, has had to pull back from charr-held lands. And who knows? If I'm lucky, I may even get into the hobby of mounting centaur heads in my trophy room," Kaleb said with a half-smile. His mother also rose up from the table to give her son a hug. "Well, I for one am proud that you are serving in the queen's army. Your father had a distinguished career as a soldier and I have no doubt that you will as well. Of course I'll be worried sick about you, but at least you are making yourself part of a noble cause." "Ha! Mamma, there's one skill you've taught me that I can utilize while being a soldier - and that is being an excellent cook. After all, an army moves on its stomach and whenever I'm around I'll make sure my comrades enjoy feasts that are worthy of norn legends." Daniel shook his head. "War is nothing to get excited over. Anyway, do you honestly believe this treaty will even hold? The ink is not even dry yet and our people are already fighting along side those brutes." "It doesn't matter. Besides, the chances of me encountering a charr are about as likely as someone being killed by a ghost," Kaleb quipped as he helped his parents clean off the table. "Speaking of non-human peoples... I still gotta say my farewells to Ulfgar. That old norn would never let me hear the end of it if I just up and left without saying goodbye." "Dodging the question again, son? No matter. Sooner or later you will have to come to a decision on whether or not you want to take over the family business. I'm getting too old to be lifting things I shouldn't be lifting and managing things I should no longer be managing; at some point that responsibility will have to fall upon someone else. Namely, my son." His father angled his reply just as he started heading towards the hallway.

"Love ya, father. Try not to let the coffee keep you and ma up too long."

Shirley gave her son another hug before heading out of the kitchen and to her bedroom. As she passed her husband, his father turned back towards Kaleb and commented. "No worries, son. Coffee is more like a sedative to me anymore."

"Oh. And one other thing..." Kaleb looked up waiting for his father to finish his response. "I have seen people killed by ghosts back when I fought in Ascalon."

#tyrias-library #gw2 fanfic #guild wars 2 fanfic #gw2 writing #the outliers #charr #gw2 human #kaleb and amalthia

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lingeringscars · 4 years ago

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Send 🎰 for me to put our muses into a random list generator then post the first five as potential ships! // always accepting !!

amelia shepherd x nancy botwin. i feel like this is ......dangerous?? i know....nothing about nancy except that she’s a drug dealer? and amelia is an addict? so like ... maybe not that.

lily aldrin x katy keene - they both have that same exact ‘i’m a new yorker’ vibe. lily could never afford anything from lacy’s but she does admittedly have an issue w/ maxing her credit cards w/ cute clothes so that is A Thing. struggling artist lily...there’s a vibe

nathan scott x rory gilmore. isn’t this just Fascinating lmao. i want to watch gilmore girls and probably will start it soon actually bc it seems like a good show to be watching rn but from what i know rory is that booksmart girl that can sometimes be judgmental and they would probably have some sort of banter relationship. i’m too attached to naley to go there but there could be some type of opposites vibe

lydia martin x joey potter. i love joey potter w/ my whole ass heart. i feel like they could go to school w/ each other they just ....probably wouldn’t really like each other? at least...not until we pretty far into lydia’s development and then i could see them being friends. battle of the brains? she’d give her advice w/ pacey + dawson.

claire danvers x cassie blake. you know ... i think we could figure something out here?? i don’t know much about cassie outside of her being a witch and claire is v heavily immersed in a vampire environment and is human that does research for a cure on vampirism ( not like tvd but like....they are deteriorating and no one knows why so claire is working w/ a vamp to try and find a way to reverse / stop the effects of this deterioration ). anyway feel like this could be hot.

emma duval x joey potter. i have Some feelings about them meeting in college tbh bc i was having feelings about emma doing something w/ english the other day even if i would need to rewatch before making that definitive decision. but yeah i think they’d vibe well together

jake jagielski x audrey liddell... hello they’d be cute that’s all i really have to say. i think they would be Quite Neat

eve rosser x clary fray. i could see eve as a shadowhunter / would need to think on this more bc again v immersed in vamp culture but this would be a hot ass dynamic i do believe so

#me knowing this is going to be unformatted the second i post it ..........#anyway love u this was hot #i have no concept of the number 5 #loreborne #thanks for asking #answered

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wiypt-writes · 4 years ago

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Stark Spangled Forever

A Very Rogers Christmas Part 2- You Gotta Be Kitten Me

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Bad language, talks of violence…a little bit of actual violence and Katie acting like a hell cat!

A/N: You can find Part 1 of my Stark Spangled 2020 Christmas special- A Very Rogers Christmas. HERE.

Katie walked into the bathroom where Steve was stood, his top half bare, towel round his waist as he gently examined his face. Katie stopped to take him in, his broad shoulders still beaded with drops of water from his shower, his back muscles rippling as he turned this way and that way, tilting his body as he stared at his reflection. Katie could see in his eyes that he was lost, battling with those little doubts that every now and then would niggle away in his brain ever since he had noticed the changes to his body some two years ago. He was petrified the serum was going to disappear overnight and leave him back to his previous state, small and weak, but both Katie and Banner had reassured him that wasn't going to happen. What he was seeing now was it gradually depleting, a process Banner had predicted from various tests would take twenty more year or so. And besides, as Katie had reminded him, there was nothing weak about Steve Rogers. That said, she understood as well as anyone what it was like to deal with your body changing. Having carried four children she now had wider hips, a soft stomach, bigger chest and she knew full well that by the time Christmas was over she'd be about twelve pound heavier and be on a diet for two months to shift said Christmas weight, but she was beyond the point of caring. Where once it had made her feel sick to look at herself, now, seeing her kids each day was a reminder of just why she had changed, and what was a few extra inches here and there when you had a gorgeous family to show for it?