#I have long said Delmar is a doll to me

[steampunkhobo]

I try very deliberately to not let either of the boys be the "woman" in the relationship, especially with Delmar being the smaller and (outwardly) softer of the two. That said- I think Delmar would be very happy with a pretty dress. Get to wear soft and flowery things like he wouldn't with "men's" clothing, sitting nice and cool in the Mississippi heat (he would have terrible skirt etiquette lmao), fussing with the flouncy skirt- just look okay

Put him in a cloche hat and he'd be set!

Maybe I'm silly but this is real to me. Wonderful little guy.

[paisley-print]

CHAPTER NINE: THE PRINCESS

Synopsis: Ino and Din spend the day preparing for their trip through the mountains. More of Ino’s family history is reveled and a new member joins their expedition. Meanwhile Din grapples with his feelings towards the princess and what will become of their relationship once they reach the capital. (Heavy GoT inspo for this chapter. Enjoy)

CHAPTER ONE: THE HUNTER / CHAPTER TWO: THE HUNTED / CHAPTER THREE: THE STARVED / CHAPTER FOUR: THE JAILBIRD / CHAPTER FIVE: THE POISONED / CHAPTER SIX: THE DESCENDANT / CHAPTER SEVEN: THE INFECTED / CHAPTER EIGHT: THE SICK 

Rays from an early summer sun nearly blinded her while she used her tiptoes to peer over the small balcony. Through the thorns and bristles of rose bushes she saw them.

Small ballet slippers tapped against the long dusty halls of the palace as she ran along, past guards, servants and all. The droids did nothing but turn and look at the blur of bright blue skirts passing them by. “Mother!” the princess wailed in excitement. 

Through the bars of a cast Iron gate, Ino’s mother turned and smiled gently at her. She was being escorted by two human guards, their bodies shrouded from head to toe in  muted green and lilac, the colors of Balthar’s family. Ino could not wear such colors until after her wedding night. They were reserved for soldiers who had taken an oath or those bound to the family by blood and marriage. Two nanny droids that had been following Ino moved passed the princess and stood by the gate, one on each side. They raised spear-like objects, each with an electric charge snapping and cracking at the end. Ino kept her distance.

 “Happy Birthday little one” her mother said. Every year that Ino saw her, she looked as though she had aged ten. Her hair, once a brilliant gold - now harbored large streaks of white, while deep lines etched themselves into sun-kissed freckled skin.…. and yet, she remained the most beautiful woman on Atlas. Her pride and tranquility made people from all over stop and gaze at the rightful queen of the realm. “Are you excited for the parade, my sweet girl?”

Ino shook her head. “I wish to stay and speak with you.”

Her mother’s brows knit together. “Look for me in the crowd. I will be right there watching with everyone else.”

Ino nodded, though she had tears in her eyes. 

Her mother reached into a satchel slung across her chest and pulled out an item wrapped in parchment. She handed it to one of the droids through the gate; it passed the gift to the princess. 

Ino tore it open with such vigor that the item fell onto the floor. She threw the paper to the side, then knelt down to pick it up. Laying in her hands was a steel blue pillow in the shape of a fish. The craftsmanship was exquisite…. it must have taken weeks. Each individual scale had been lovingly stitched with shimmering gold thread. Ino ran her small fingers over the ridges and curves of the doll, then hugged it to her chest. 

Her mother continued. “On the inside, I have placed a small bag. It holds an earring. The same as this-” she brushed her hair behind her ear to reveal a shimmering pearl stud. “Even though they are separated, they still belong to the same pair. When you get upset, my sweet girl, take this in your arms and I will feel it. Pretend that it is me there with you.”

A horn blew in the distance while thousands of people cheered outside the palace gates; a signal that the parade was starting. “Hold your head high my daughter, they may take everything in this world away from you but one thing they can never touch is your honor…. not unless you allow it. We will be together one day, I promise.” 

“Mother!” Ino screamed and ran forward. 

“Look for me, my sweet girl-”

A droid reached out to stop her, preventing her from being crushed by the large oak doors as they swung closed with a loud thud. 

-

She rolled over and blinked away the haze of sleep. 

“How do you feel?” Sitting on a chair at the opposite side of the room was The Mandalorian. He had his weapons splayed out across the table, methodically shining and cleaning each little piece.

“Hungry” she rasped out and tried to sit up. 

Din was on his feet in an instant, moving over to her and propping up a few pillows underneath her back. “I’ll see what they have for you to eat. There are clean clothes on the bedside table…. I’ll be right back.” 

He left the room to allow her some privacy. His mind was a battleground of emotions that he was not equipped to process, so he did the only thing he knew how: pretend as if they weren’t there in the first place. Din had already failed to protect her once; it was bound to happen again if he kept getting distracted. He was a Mandalorian; he needed to start acting like one. 

-

Most of the day was spent preparing for their trip through the mountains. Din knew that Ino wasn’t better just yet,  she got winded from doing even the most basic of tasks. He also knew that no amount of protest would make her stop helping them. Her stubbornness bordered on stupidity at times. 

Thea noticed this as well. “Your grace?” she asked, as Ino came huffing down the stairs with another box much too heavy for her to carry. “Would you be willing to help me? I have to go to market today and usually Isabel would travel with me. However, she is still recovering and not strong enough for such a task. Would you mind keeping an eye on her while I am gone? It should not take more than a few hours at most.”

“We can play dolls!” Isabel chimed in, holding up a bag of wooden figures complete with handmade clothing and carved furniture.

The princess set the box down on the table, unable to hide the giddiness in her voice “of course, I would be delighted.” The two girls retreated into the backyard, giggling excitedly the entire way.

Din tilted his helmet towards Thea and picked up the box on the table, “thank you.”

Thea smiled and tied a small coin purse to her belt. “Has Rowan mentioned anything about the new member of your expedition?”

“Yes, one of his students.” 

“And this is not a problem for you?”

Din shifted uncomfortably. Why did this woman unnerve him so? “I trust your husband’s judgment. Besides, we could use an extra pair of hands.”

“This is true,” she agreed.

“Then why does it seem as though you have something else to tell me?”

Thea shrugged as she passed him, “you misunderstand me, sir. I wish only to confirm with you on behalf of my husband.”

Din was not fully convinced but he did not beg for an answer.

-

The sun was still high in the sky when evening rolled around. Traveling through the mountain during the dark cycles would be needlessly dangerous, and so they agreed to set off on their trip that night. 

“Is that everything?” Ino asked. 

“Considering we spent all day packing, I hope so” a voice said. A woman emerged from behind the orbaks. She was slender but strong and graceful in her movements. Her hair, the color of copper, matched the skin tight leather armor she dawned. Her inky black eyes landed on Ino. She flashed the princess a smile and dipped into a polite curtsy “your grace. My name is Adella Hart. It is an honor to assist you in your travels.”

“Adella is a student of mine,” Rowan clarified. “She is one of the very best.”

“Well,” the princess said, “thank you for your assistance.”

Rowan clapped his hands together “right, well we are off then.” 

Ino turned to where Thea stood in the doorway. “Thank you for letting us stay in your home. You have been most gracious towards us.”

“Please,” Thea said, “I only wish that I could have done more to thank you. Good luck on your Journey Leucothea, you are never a stranger here. Should you ever want for anything, please write to us. Same goes for you, Mandalorian.”

Din, who was standing next to her, gave a brief nod. 

Ino felt a warmth in her chest, “we will.” 

Isabel stepped from behind her mother. A bundle of fabric was stacked in her hands. She offered them to the princess “these are for you guys.” 

Ino reached down to take the bundles. She passed one to Din as well. They both unfolded the fabric and realized what it was. A black shawl topped with the softest fur Ino had ever felt. In thread, placed over the right breast, was her family sigil. A steel blue fish swimming inside of a flaming gold star. The Delmare house words wrapped around it: “Gold in peace, steel in war.” Din’s was nearly the same, except he had the addition of his Clan Mudhorn emblem sewn beside it. “Thank you” Ino murmured. The two women shared one last glance before Ino and Din turned and headed towards the orbaks.

“Your sigil looks good in my family’s colors” Ino mused quietly. 

Din just grunted, his face burning with embarrassment. He held onto the animal’s saddle, steadying it while Ino pulled herself up and swung a leg over.

[petersshirts]

Valentine | Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: got nothing but love for you, fall more in love everyday

warnings: like one swear word but other than that, pure fluff!

words: 1,5 k of heart emojis

a/n: this is for @uglypastels 1K writing challenge, congrats on hitting that milestone!! i chose the song Valentine by 5SOS, my favourite band :) i’m deep down into learning for exams at Uni right now, and there are no ideas or motivations for a fic left, but I tried my best and I hope you like this!! please leave me feedback, i appreciate it!!

Bucky had never been fond of Valentines Day.

Back in the 1940s, he loved to take girls out and go dance, but actually, spend more time with them than a month? No way. He would get bored way too easily by their lives and never managed to hold up a long-term relationship. And that’s why he never bothered with Valentines Day. He didn’t know the feeling of loving someone and being loved, so he just acted like it was any normal day while the couples around him went on candle-light dinners and romantic getaways.

But there was one thing he promised himself - that if he would ever find true love, that he would treat his girl like it was Valentines Day every day. The girl should be loved every day and not just get special treatment on this particular day.

But when Bucky turned into the Winter Soldier and it seemed to him like there was no good ending for him, he completely forgot about women altogether and his self-made promise. Because who would love a fucked up mess like him? His brain was damaged and there was not one night without a nightmare that caused him to lay awake than rather go back to his haunting dreams full of him killing innocent people, their pleading still echoing in his mind.

But when you came along, everything changed. He changed.

It had been one year after his rehab in Wakanda ended and he was back in New York as a full-time Avenger, fighting by Steves’ side. It was the first time in the last fifty years that Bucky felt alive and safe to be around people, to be around his friends. And when he looked into your eyes for the first time, it felt like his world shifted. Like he was the moon, spinning around you, his earth.

It was the first slight touch when you handed him his coffee, the one you had mistakenly taken from the barista. Bucky knew that you were in a rush, your eyes rushing from side to side, your breath going quickly. „I’m so sorry,“ you mumbled when you gave him the black coffee, but the Winter Soldier just smiled and gave the coffee back to you.

„Take it, you’re more in a rush than me.“ You just thanked him, your fast heartbeat echoing in Buckys’ ear, wishing that he could hear it every second of his day.

When he saw you again, a week later, he gathered his courage and asked you out, earning a bright smile and a nod from you. And after that, he was gone for you. You were the person he had been looking for; Bucky just couldn’t stop listening to your voice and stories, completely in a trance whenever you told him something. This felt completely natural and he thanked the gods that he had been in this specific cafe on this specific time when he found you.

Time ran whenever you were together and there were more times that you slept at the compound, never wanting to go home alone without his warm arms. After two months of being together, Bucky was in love. You were everything he wanted and he couldn’t even imagine how lonely his life had been without you in it. Whenever he had some free time, he was with you. You were inseparable and when he finally told you that he loved you with his entire heart, you couldn’t stop kissing him, cuddling him and just holding him close.

He was the lost puzzle piece you had always searched for. Months passed by quickly until February came up and with that, Valentines Day. And Bucky being so caught up with you and his job, he nearly forgot about it until Steve called him out.

„So what are you gonna get your girl for Valentines?“ Bucky looked at his friend, confusion written over his face. They sat in the Quinjet together, on their way back home, back to you. „Uhm, nothing?“ He still wasn’t that impressed with Valentines Day because he gave you everything every day. Whenever he could, he would bring you little presents from all over the world, or just a few flowers that he had picked up on the way to your apartment. But when Steve looked at him with a strange look, he felt bad. Yes, he had promised himself to treat you like a Queen and he did, but for everyone, this day seemed so special. And he was pretty sure that you felt the same way.

So he sent you a message, asking you if you were free on the 14th and you said yes without hesitation. Valentines Day had never been that big in your life either but when Bucky asked you on a date for that night, you couldn’t say no. He was giving you everything you needed and there was nothing more you wanted.

After you told him that you had time, he tried to find something romantic that he wanted to do with you, but there was just nothing coming to his mind. Everything he thought about was something he had already done. There was nothing that was so special and you noticed right away that something was different.

„Babe?“ You softly nudged your lovers’ leg to get his attention. It was another night at the compound, you working on some work while Bucky was just staring at the wall, seeming like he was deep in thought. Normally, he would hug you from behind and watch your hands wander over the keys of your laptop, fascinated by your fast typing. But today, he was completely lost in his own thoughts and you were worried.

„Hm?“ Bucky looked up at you, a small smile on his lips. „What’s wrong?“ You entangled his hand with yours and softly stroker your thumb over the back of his hand, trying to find out what was going in this mind of his. „N-nothing,“ he mumbled and stared at his hands, getting you to worry even more. This was definitely not the Bucky you knew and loved. You nudged his shoulder to make him look up at you. „Come on, you can tell me everything, you know that.“

Bucky sighed, not sure if he should tell you that he was struggling to find something for Valentines Day. No gesture was somehow big enough and he felt stupid because you knew how much he loved you. He showed you that every day but Steves’ words were still branded into his mind and he couldn’t stop thinking about finding the perfect date idea. But when you looked at him that way, he couldn’t lie to you and not say anything. So him being completely gone for you, admitted the truth.

„Okay, so I’ve been trying to find the perfect date for Valentines Day and there’s just nothing coming to mind because we have so much fun every day and…“ But you interrupted him with a kiss, a purr slipping out of his throat when your lips moved against each other, slowly but passionate. You just kissed for a few minutes, lost in the moment until you finally pulled back with a big smile. The worry was not completely gone from Buckys’ face and you softly stroked his forehead to get rid of the wrinkles that had appeared from his thinking.

„You don’t need to do anything special, boo. You are everything I want and you’re always showing me how much you love me, I don’t need a special day to know that. You give me so much Bucky, you have no idea.“ Bucky blushed at your words and pulled you in a hug and sighed, knowing that the pressure was gone because you just knew him so well.

„I love you so much, doll,“ he whispered into your neck and left a little kiss there, reminding you that he would always be yours. You giggled, always touched by his cheesiness. „I love you too, you dork. So much.“ And with that, everything was good. With you, Bucky felt like there was nothing you two couldn’t do. Every problem could be solved, no matter how big or small.

And that’s how you found spend Valentines’ Day just like every single day. On the sofa of your apartment when you both finished work and dinner you cooked, lovely glances send between each other all the time. And when Bucky pulled you into the dark bedroom and whispered sweet nothings in your ear, telling and showing you how much he appreciated your body, you knew that he was the one.

With him, no minute of your day was boring and whenever you looked into his eyes, touched or kissed him, it felt like fireworks. With Bucky, every day was Valentines Day and you would never have it any other way.

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[honeyparker]

could’ve  — p.p.

summary:  “Peter, you could’ve died.” “I almost did.”

   When Peter Parker first tells you he’s going to space to fight a big purple monster with the Avengers, you smile and laugh at him.  

   “Nice one, Parker. What’d you get for thirteen on the Algebra worksheet?”   

    “I’m serious.” 

    “No, you’re funny, is what you are.”  

    You regret not believing him sooner. You regret not holding him tight and telling him that it’ll be okay. You regret all you did so much and all it is is pain and misery and sadness and this sort of emptiness filled with longing. It’s hugs from May when you miss and worry about him, and his sweaters that don’t even smell like him, they’ve been worn too much. It’s staring out your window and hoping he’ll come in with a couple of bruises and maybe a cut or two, taking off his mask and planting a sweet kiss on his cheek before grabbing the first aid kit. It’s hoping he’ll crawl into your window.  

    It’s occasionally sleeping in Peter’s bed at his Aunt’s. You still get his work from teachers because he will come home he will he will he will — you say that at night like a prayer. It’s support from May and you supporting May, and it’s hanging out with Ned though it feels like something’s — someone’s missing. Someone is. You miss him and so does everyone who ever knew him, even though they think he’s just really sick, or on a vacation, you know better. Ned knows better. May knows better. 

     On occasion you drive past what used to be Avengers Tower, hoping to see a certain superhero perched on the roof trying to figure out where the new compound is, or calling Happy and flooding his inbox. Or in Delmar’s, scratching Murph and buying gummy worms that he’ll always share with you, know matter how much he scowls at you when you steal them. You take a long look at the sky every few minutes, because maybe they’re coming back and maybe he’ll be safe and maybe maybe maybe — nothing’s for sure. You’re not sure your boyfriend is alive and you live in agony because of it everyday. 

     The lunch table seems empty. Usually, Peter does all the talking, going on and on to Ned, but now, you, Ned, and MJ sit in a sad silence and just look at each other. You pick at your food, something both Peter and your parents always scolded you about — eat it, it’s good for you — and rest your head in your arms. A single earbud dangles from your ear, always playing Peter’s playlist, or songs that remind you of him. It just makes the longing worse, but then again, so do the pictures in your locker.  

     The cycle of hopeless longing repeats every single day, as you gaze at the stars, hoping to find a sign of Peter Parker.

      Two weeks. Fourteen days full of agonizing longing and tears and days where all the love in the world just stops, and you’re left with a cold and empty heart of frozen lava. Peter Parker can melt the lava with a single touch.  You sit in Peter’s room with May, too tired out to cry, just looking. Just staring. At each other, at the pictures on the wall, at his bunk bed where he should be resting right now. 

     “It’s terrifying to think that something you used to think was forever might be gone,” you start, although you don’t want to make May cry, it had to be said, else you might go insane. You glance at the clock on the wall. “I should get home. Thank you for having me, Mrs. Parker,” you reach over to give her a hug.

    “Peter is lucky to have you.”

     “I’m lucky to have him.” 

     “Yeah, me too. See you tomorrow.” 

      The stars look a little more deadly that night. They look like they’re blazing and burning, rather than shining, and you wonder if Peter has burned out. You wonder if the Avengers are mourning in space, maybe not Peter, but another beloved member of the team. You wonder wonder wonder until it starts to hurt and starts to break your heart — because not only is Peter, your sweet, beautiful, boyfriend in danger, but the heroes you’ve gown up with. The heroes that saved your life and so many other lives and they might be dead — gone forever — Captain America, lying in a coffin, Iron Man, six feet under, people crying over the lifeless body of Natasha Romanoff, all of them crying over the corpse of a fifteen year old boy who deserved every single star they were fighting on — Peter had to come home.  

     Your parents done acknowledge your presence as home, used to the cold tears and straight face permanently painted. Your sneakers lay in the corner of the wall next to the door and your keys jiggle in your pocket. Everything is shaking, your voice, your legs, your hand — your unsteady hand opens the door. 

      Peter Parker is sitting on your bed. Beautiful, sweet, loving Peter Parker, covered and covered in purple bruises and there’s stitches in his cheeks and there’s burns on his arms and he looks like he’s been to hell and not the stars and a bit of his hair is scorched at the ends and his leg is not supposed to look like that — but he’s alive alive alive, he’s sitting there, on your bed, and not in a coffin, and he’s breathing and he’s alive, albeit not healthy but alive and God, you don’t know what to do. You’re frozen and you bring your hand up to your mouth to muffle the sobs and fall to the ground and this isn’t real it’s not it’s not it’s not — except it is and he really is there and —  

     “Peter?”  

    “Yeah, Y/N. It’s me, it’s Peter.”  

    You’re crawling and falling and just trying to make it there and you want to give him the biggest hug but you’re scared, he’s broken.  

    “Peter, you could’ve died.” 

    “I almost did. I was so close and then Mr. Stark he — he just punched him in the face and then he — I saw him die, Y/N. I saw Tony Stark die with my own two eyes and I think he took a little bit of me with him.”  

    You don’t know what to say and nothing’s coming to mind and it’s silent for a few minutes and you just took at him. 

    “I thought I lost you. May thought she lost you, Ned thought you were gone, MJ thought you dead, Peter. We all almost lost you.” 

    “Almost.” His voice is soft but it’s cracking and dry and you wonder how much screaming, how many tears, how many other deaths went on up there, and then it hits you. Tony Stark is dead. Peter Parker, the boy who had lost so much, his mom, his dad, his uncle, his everything, had lost yet again another father figure, and he watched him die, again. 

     “Peter,” you grab his face softly in your hands, like a doll, too scared of the fragile boy in front of you. “I am so proud of you, okay? You are so good and loving, it’s insane, and I’m going to try and help you get through this. With Ben and your mom and your dad you didn’t have me, but I’m here now and I’m gonna try and do my best to help you, okay?” The words keeping pouring out of your mouth like a waterfall and you can’t stop them if you wanted to. “I love you, okay? I love you I love you I love y—“  

    It’s the first time since he’s left that Peter’s kissing you and you feel your shoulders relax and you feel the tears on his face and the tears on yours and you feel everything that Peter Parker is feeling right then and there — sadness, loss, mourning, exhaustion, burning, stinging, love — everything he feels and it hits you like a tidal wave before you pull back.  

    You pull him into a hug, careful of his injuries, tugging softly at his hair and running your hands through it, searching and making sure that he’s really here.  

    “I really thought I was never going to see you again,” Peter cries. “And it was the worst feeling in the world.” 

   “I know, Peter, I really do, But I’m here and you’re here and I love you so much, okay? We’ll do this together.”

   “Together. A team.”

  “Yeah, Peter. Our own kind of team.”