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clericofshadows · 9 months ago

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icy nights, icy lights

Description: Kaidan wonders what the story is behind the tattoos on Nyx's arms.

Paring: Kaidan Alenko/Nyx Shepard, past Nyx Shepard/Steven Hackett

Rating: M

somewhat of a sequel to the story of a weapon.

Kaidan traced the lines of black ink on Nyx's arms, wondering what inspired the art. Wispy lines reminiscent of magic–or biotics even–were painted on the muscled arms, weaving together with the long since faded scars of war that also made their home on his skin. Perhaps they were a sign of his biotics, a way of showing them off without being able to do it himself, the First Contact War veteran too old in comparison to the first gen.

He knew the story behind the bird on his neck. A phoenix, a nickname gained from his service during the war. Able to repair damn near anything related to tech, but also, he bounced back from what should've been his end. But he didn't know the story behind the black ink swirling on his arms.

What would they feel like, alongside his, joining as one, combining mnemonics and dark energy to control the battlefield? Or will he ever know them beyond secret moments of pleasure, flashes of blue held back by years of control and a custom amp and implant designed to keep him safe?

Kaidan hated that he didn't know the answer.

A dark part of him, the jealous part that came about after learning about Nyx's history with Hackett couldn't help but fill his veins with cold ice.

Hackett may not be a biotic, but he was probably more acquainted with Nyx's biotics than Kaidan will ever be.

But, as Kaidan let himself be held in his arms, listening to his breathing in the warm Noveria hotel room, he wouldn't trade this for anything. Oh, now, did that scare him. Committing himself so readily to a man that was so damn complicated in every way.

It's not like Kaidan himself was any different in some ways. Nyx knows about BAaT, but he also doesn't know every sordid bit of Kaidan's past either.

Maybe he can trade another story for a story from him. That kind of thing Nyx seemed to like. Games and equivalency.

“What's going on in that pretty head of yours?” Nyx asked, kissing the top of his head.

Kaidan rolled his eyes. “Just thinking.”

“About…? Feels like after that first night we fucked. You getting that wash cloth and looking like it held all the answers.”

And he was thinking about what he thought he saw then. Biotics. It always goes back to biotics with them.

“I was thinking about your ink,” Kaidan said honestly. “I know the story behind your neck, but is there one for your arms?”

“Is that why you were feeling me up?” He chuckled, and yet again, Kaidan found himself rolling his eyes at Nyx. “Didn’t your mother ever warn you that your eyes could get stuck that way?”

“You're the reason why I keep doing it, asshole.”

Nyx was deflecting, he could tell, falling back to teasing.

“Fair enough. Well… they do have some meaning,” he began, raising up an arm, the right, the one with the wisps and orbs and dark calligraphy strokes that went up to his shoulder. “To hide the scars of war, yes, but also… to show off what I wish I could be open with.”

He was surprised he didn’t ask about Kaidan’s ink in return, the blue lines and loops starting at his shoulder, wrapping around the side of his chest, connecting down to his side and ending on his leg. Carefully done to be hidden under his uniform, but always a surprise when it’s revealed in between missions and changing for showers.

It was even lined with eezo activated ink. Stung like hell when overlaying it, but with the right amount of biotic energy, they could glow.

Kaidan had deduced that correctly, then. “They are beautiful. Reminds me of biotics, and after you told me about you–”

“Want to see my biotics?” Nyx interrupted without missing a beat. “See if they live up to my ink?” Kaidan blinked, not expecting him to offer that up so readily. “Are you sure?”

“We’re in a hotel room in Noveria. About as anonymous as we can get.” He cupped Kaidan’s face. “I’m sure. I see yours nearly every day. I wish you could see mine in the same way.”

“I wish you could show them off, too,” Kaidan replied, leaning into his touch. “How many know?”

“Hackett, as you already know. Doctor Chakwas, but only the basics. My asari doc on Omega that got me my amps in the first place…” he trailed off. “Anyone else who has seen them is dead.” Kaidan wondered how far that went. Dead from spec ops missions iron-clad by levels of classification? Soldiers he fought in the First Contact War?

Or dead because he didn’t want this secret getting out?

It’s not an answer Kaidan needs to know.

No mention of his family, either. He knew Nyx had a decently sized one on Earth, lots of cousins and aunts and uncles but was an only child.

Probably didn’t want to put any of them in danger or risk it. Kaidan couldn’t fault him for that.

“So, where do I fit in that prestigious list?”

“As my lover who understands what it’s like to be a biotic,” he replied, leaning in to brush a kiss against his lips. “I’ve given you my dagger story. I guess this is the next best thing.”

“No games this time?”

“No,” he shook his head, cheeks turning a beautiful shade of red. “No games.”

Nyx threw the covers off himself and got out of the bed with a stretch and a groan. They’ve been lazy this evening, watching shitty vids picked up by the signal of the windscreen in the admittedly fancy hotel room. Apparently, after dealing with Peak 15, the leadership on Novera was happy to fund them for a few days.

Nyx twisted his wrist before cupping his fingers, a mnemonic Kaidan didn’t recognize. And then, he felt the cool rush of a barrier and watched as an icy blue enveloped Nyx in a soft light, pulsing in and out until stabilizing in mobile wisps. Icy blue. Not the usual blue, not the rare purple–one such biotic he knew in the past had the brightest of purple biotics he had never seen before until that fateful night on Omega–but a nearly icy white blue.

It was beautiful. "Gorgeous," Kaidan said, hoping his awe was clear, mesmerized by the glow.

Nyx smiled under the attention. His deep violet eyes were rimmed with light blue, making them even more piercing in the low light of the hotel room. Kaidan got up and walked towards him, taking the hem of Nyx’s tank top in hand, feeling his biotics spark against his skin.

Kaidan activated his own barrier in turn, a quick, sharp flick of the wrist, mingling the icy blue with his own cobalt.

“Go ahead,” Nyx murmured. “Skin to skin.”

With a nod, Kaidan pulled off his tank top and leaned in for a kiss. Nyx pulled him in closer, gasping at the sensation of their biotics mingling in further, skin against skin, corona against corona, blue against blue.

“This is…” he trailed off after they broke apart, a sting of saliva connecting them briefly. “it feels amazing,” he breathed, eyes flicking up to meet Kaidan’s. “And your tattoos, shit, your eezo ink is burning even brighter.”

They sure were. Always a soft glow under the force of one corona, with two, they could easily light up a dark room.

Nyx’s biotics were sharp, volatile, and cold as ice. But there was a hint of something lurking underneath, a sensation he could only describe as pure Nyx. A hint of playfulness buried under layers of ice.

“Never been able to be open with a biotic before, right?” Kaidan said quietly, moving his hand to cup the back of Nyx’s neck.

“I told you my list,” he recalled with a soft laugh. “My memory isn’t that bad, yet.”

“Just making conversation, love,” Kaidan replied, pecking him on the lips. “This is what’s its like. A mingling of power, of feeling, of who you are. Been a few years since my last.”

“And what was that like?”

“He was an L2 like me, but avoided BAaT and the Alliance. A merc on Omega,” Kaidan began, memories playing back in his head. “An arrogant, confident spitfire already having a lover of his own, but he and his partner saved my ass on Omega after an… ill-advised shore leave.”

Nyx laughed. “Ah, so you aren’t a perfect little Alliance golden boy.”

“Never said I was,” Kaidan said, rolling his eyes. “I guess I do act like one on the surface.”

“Nothing wrong with that, baby. Tell me more.”

Kaidan hummed, always liking that endearment tinged with Nyx’s Southern accent, coming out in moments like these. “I’m a good poker player. Too good, because I ended up having the vorcha mafia on my ass after winning 5,000 credits and a damn good bottle of whiskey. I apparently angered a target they were trying to get a hit on and well… we allied and I temporarily gained some new friends and lovers for a short while.”

“You sound like you miss it,” Nyx said, furrowing his eyebrows. “What happened?”

Kaidan shook his head, leaning in to kiss him once more. “Maybe a little. Never met anyone quite like them… but remember that nasty bug that impacted the Logic Arrest OS back in their v5.0 revision?”

Nyx let out a whistle. “Unfortunately. Wiped some of your data?”

“Yeah, any contacts I added since my last backup. Which I hadn’t run since I updated to the latest OS even after waiting for all the Day 0 shit to be fixed. But, I can’t exactly be sad about losing them.”

“And why is that?”

“Well, I wouldn’t have had this with you,” Kaidan replied with a wink.

Nyx shook his head. “Should’ve seen that coming. I love you.”

“I love you, too. Thank you for showing me,” Kaidan said, wanting to guide him back to the bed, but Nyx stayed in place.

“You’re welcome. You deserve to know. I’ve been trying to pick up some of the stuff you do out in the field, but since I mostly learned asari-based mnemonics, the shit you do is beyond me,” Nyx said, looking a little bashful. “I curse my biotics sometimes. I want to be out and open with them, but I just can’t take that risk. Don’t know if I ever can.”

Kaidan didn’t know what to say to that and only pulled him in closer into a hug as a response. Nyx seemed to appreciate it, squeezing him tightly and resting his chin on his shoulder. “One day, I’ll find out how this happened to me.”

“And then…?”

“All I want to do is put that mystery to rest. Sometimes I wonder if it was just that fucking dirty bomb that the turians laced. But sometimes I wonder if it was just me. Something in my genetics or whatever. I kept hoping that damn beacon would unlock some mystery but…” he let out a sigh and hushed his corona. “I may never know.”

“Maybe we will find something out here,” Kaidan whispered. “Or maybe we won’t. But trust that no matter what happens, your secret is mine.”

“I haven’t said this to many people, but I trust you. Felt like I always had right from the beginning. Guess after knowing about your own history, I know why. Kindred spirits with a past we don’t like getting out.”

Kaidan closed his eyes. “I suppose we are. Come on. Let’s get back under the covers.” “Sounds good.” Nyx stepped back, eyeing him up and down. “But first, want to get washed up with me in that giant tub?” He motioned behind him with his thumb, grinning.

The aura in the room had changed. Quiet vulnerability to heated tension in a second. Nyx was always a little too good at changing the mood.

Kaidan returned his grin and held out a hand. “Lead the way, love. Maybe I can show off my biotics some more. You seem to always like it when they come out.”

“That I do. You might need to teach me how to use them in the bedroom,” he said with a laugh, taking his hand and walking him over to the bathroom. “Only know the combat shit.”

“Ah, you see, Nyx. Everything I do is the ‘combat shit’ just altered a little.” Kaidan punctuated his statement by igniting his corona just enough to cause a reaction in his tattoos and rim his eyes. “This is just a barrier with weakened strength. Might need to teach you all about control.”

Nyx swallowed but recovered quickly, nodding with undisguised lust in his eyes. “Trust me, I know all about control. How else do you think I’ve kept this secret this long?”

A flash of blue around his eyes, a bright unmistakable beacon on their first night together. A one night stand turned to more.

He never saw it again until after Nyx told him his secret.

“Two different kinds of control, then. Thought I was the expert on biotics between us, hmm?”

“I’ll concede to that. You’re the boss,” he winked, opening the bathroom door and stepping inside. “And I’m ready for my first lesson.”

Kaidan resisted the urge to shake his head at him and instead smiled at him and followed him inside, closing the door with a soft click.

Another mystery unlocked from Nyx. A story about a dagger, a story about biotics awoken in a man that should be impossible, and a look into the biotics themselves. And Kaidan had told him a few of his own. Already knowing about BAaT, but Nyx didn’t yet know his run–in and threesome until now.

Kaidan looked forward to whatever he was going to find out next about his veteran Commander.

#mass effect #kaidan alenko #male shepard #commander shepard #mshenko #nyx shepard #cleric's writing

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zildraws · 1 month ago

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This year I'm pushing through with a more concentrated effort to complete Inktober. My record from way-back-when was 18 and I don't think I've gotten close since, given my focus on school and other stuff that always amped up in Fall. But this year I am scheduling and planning it out a bit more. I did technically start late, as I got sick the last days of September, but there's no inktober-police so whatev's. We're going for personal victories here. These were done over the weekend, so it's doubtful that I be able to keep up this specific caliber of quality and effort, but we'll see how it goes. these all ended up being ink-wash paintings with incrementally more acrylic inks mixed in. I don't think I'll pull out all the supplies like this for all the entries, but I was itching to paint and mess more with acrylic lately, as I don't have a lot of time using it and would like to implement it more. If you feel like keeping up as these are uploaded, the aim is to get one up on my instagram everyday. Finished scans will get posted on DeviantArt as I manage to get scans.

#inktober 2024 #ink wash #brush inking #doodles #ink drawings #ink painting #liquitex ink

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aru-illustration · 2 years ago

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Week 12-

Project finalisation.

I ended up using paints entirely with no ccharcoal or ink wash as I felt that would muddy the colours too much. I also altered my idea to have a bigger emphasis on the land as not only would this allow me to make better use of my mark making but also leant into the idea that nothing will change after a person dies which I find extremely creepy especially in the context of a murder. Additionally I have phased out using the murderer's face at all within the narrative as I think the anonymity of it all amps up the fear factor which is ultimately the goal of a murder themed book.

Coming towards the end of the semester I feel much more assured in my usage of paintbrushes with things like ink and paint as I have been given the opportunity to experiment so much with them. Additionally I have an increased appreciation for organisation and have taken measures to keep my sketchbooks organised with their assigned topics, in future semesters this will help me keep my working process more fluid.

#Concertina #Week 12

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josiebelladonna · 4 years ago

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inktober 2020 // day nine: throw

“i hope they cannot see the limitless potential living inside of me to murder everything. i hope they cannot see, i am the great destroyer!”

frankie the baseball player 🔥🔥

#inktober #inktober 2020 #inktober prompts #ink drawing #ink wash #sketchbook #frank bello #anthrax #amped and wired #amped and wired fanfic #at land's end #at land's end series #fanfic #anthrax fanfic #fanart #artists on tumblr

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neonovember · 2 years ago

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All of you

mafia!au

summary; you didn’t mean to get them that angry, or get one of their men killed, but they’ll let you blame it on your insatiablity anyway.

warnings; smut, piv, asphyxiation, degradation, over stimulation, steve gets really rough, pet names, dumbification, mean steve, steve and bucky even being together in the same room, violence and mentions of death

a/n; I didn’t want to post part 1 without posting part 2. That’s it. Bucky and especially Steve are a little deranged in this, heed the warnings, please. Your media is your consumption, you have been warned!

It takes a while, takes you putting on one of Bucky’s favourite vinyls, twirling around in this useless big chair until your head was spinning before Ferguson showed up for his court-appointed presence.

You begin your silent seduction, like prey to a predator, you drop the bait and count on the man to be dumb enough to take it. And boy does he lead himself into it all on his own.

You compliment his stature, gush over his muscles, and beg him to flex them, all while you fiend innocence. As if this man ever would compare to your boys.

You hear the rev of an engine nearby, the sound of it so familiar to you that it fills you with warmth. They were home, or at least on the gravel road that lead to it.

You realised you had to amp it up if you wanted not only Bucky, but Steve, to be mad, really mad, not just the forgery they’d act with you, they had to believe this man truly thought he had a chance with you.

You slowly unbutton the back of your top, letting it hang loosely to display the red ink that trailed down your spine. You waited for the French doors to open, hearing the familiar footsteps run up the stairs and for a moment a feeling of guilt washed over you, they wanted to see you, and here you were playing mind games.

The flutter of the white curtains streaming in the moonlight reminds you however of the endless nights you’d stare through those same window panes, waiting, wishing your boys were home if not safe.

This was simply karmic justice.

“Would you mind buttoning up my shirt, it seemed to come undone somehow” You giggle, pushing your coils to the side.

He isn’t able to reach the second button before you hear the door bang open, bouncing back from the wall.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing” Bucky growls, his chest heaving up and down, the crisp white shirt is rolled to his elbows, and suspicious red splotches scatter the collar of it.

Thomas fumbles, his fingers latching back from your shit as if you were poison, he gulps loudly, the wrath of Bucky's rage that he knew all too well, now directed at him.

“Uh, she asked-” Thomas begins, poor little Thomas, too stupid to know when to keep his hands to himself and even more stupid to know when to keep his mouth shut

Bucky doesn't let him finish, the last of his composure crumbling and he reaches for Thomas, ribbing him for being you and dragging him out of the room. There is a scurry, one Bucky has conveniently muffled through the shut office doors, but you hear the anguished screams nonetheless before he appears again in front of you.

His dark strands fall in front of his eyes, but they do little to hinder the fire burning within them, deep embers of navy blue that seem almost silver under the low light. You know when a job has been particularly bad by Bucky’s hair, and with the way it was falling apart from the haphazard bun at the back, told you it was worse than bad.

You can practically see his body vibrating, mixed with the lasting adrenaline of what you believed Sam was dealing with right now and the anger of seeing another man be near those same tattoos Steve has inked onto your skin.

He slowly walks towards you, the same boots splattered with blood now pressing into the carpet floor, black copper orbs stare down at you, unblinking as they took you in, and sucked you into their depth.

“I’m giving you the opportunity to explain yourself, doll, and explain yourself good because I don’t have time for fucking jokes right now” He growls, gripping your waist and pulling you into him.

You stare at him blankly, displaying a hoax of ignorance and confusion as you furrow your brows.

“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about Bucky, he was simply helping me button my shirt” You reply huskily, his grip of your waist tightens and his strands fall in front of his eyes. He shakes his head, nodding, understanding what this now was.

“So we’re doing this now huh?, After I just told you the day we’ve had?” bucky scoffs, eyes falling to your outfit, nodding appreciably at the lack of underwear.

“Okay, it’s your call baby doll, this is all you, you just wait, I’m sure Steve is finished with Ferguson right about now” Bucky smiles, licking his lips as he turns from you, leaning onto the desk. His eyes flicker to the glass of half-drunk bourbon and his eyes darken impossibly more.

The excitement, you were giddy with it. It poured into your stomach and fluttered around like butterflies, burning greater than the bourbon ever did. You could practically feel yourself tingling, at the tips of your fingers, the electrostatic heat and pulse of pleasure. All you needed was the final push.

And just like clockwork, Steve strolls into the room, his knuckles bloodied and his collar splattered with red. It takes one glance between Steve and Bucky to know what you were doing, their eyes communicating in the way words never could. They both nod towards you, before Steve slowly walks towards where you’re standing.

“What were you thinking, hm doll?” Steve asks silently, eyes calculating as they racked over your body.

“Answer me when I speak to you,” He says hushedly. The fear fills you, Steve isn’t scary when he’s enraged when he’s red with frustration. He’s scary when he’s silent. When he masks his face so that it remains like unmoulded clay. His eyes smiling, fucking smiling because he can smell the fear on you and he loves it, he craves the skin of yours shivering under the moonlight.

“I was just, talking to him, it’s not my fault! You both left me alone and the only man that was capable was him” You reply, friending innocence as you fluttered your eyes at him.

He smiles at that, pulling his white button sleeves to his elbows. Unfastening his tie so it lay lazily around his neck. He carefully paced his suit jacket on the coach. Before turning towards you again.

“Bucky, today wasn’t a good day was it?” He says staring directly at you.

“No, I don’t believe it was” Bucky grunts arms crossed as he grinned

“You see darling, some of our men got hurt, important men, men I needed to be alive. It caused us a real headache, a lot of blood on our hands and necks, a lot of inefficiencies that clogged up our production. Filth, and greed, just ruining our goddamn night.”

“And image our surprise, when the one thing we counted on, the one thing that would make it even a little better, made it fucking worse.” Steve grins, pulling your hair into a bun, his hands gliding down the slope of your face before pushing into your mouth.

You suck on them gleefully, looking towards him in pleasured relief. Whilst it seems impossible, his eyes darken even more than Bucky’s. Darken to a colour you’ve never seen before, a colour and depth reserved for his night dealings and empire.

You could practically feel it glide down your thighs. Steve’s hand twitches, and you know he can sense it too, your amounting pleasure building up to the tip of release with just his words.

He’s resisting, and you don’t want him to.

“I didn’t wait hours on the both of you, for you to just scold me” You begin to cross your arms against your chest, head back as you looked up into Steve’s.

“Sit down” He whispers, the words barely leaving his lips

You snort, swaying your hips like the tail of a temptress, reaching for the door handle to leave.

“If you won't satisfy me, I’ll find someone who will” You preen, eaging them on further.

It’s futile, you can feel the heat of Steve’s grip before his thick fingers even wrap around your waist.

“What the fuck did I just say?” Steve barks, annoyance lacing his tone. You can tell with the clench of his jaw that his anger is simmering just beneath the surface.

“You don’t want us angry baby doll, you remember last time?” Bucky grins, canines glinting in the moonlight, a wolf-life expression shines over his features.

Oh you remember last time, a mere rarity of sheer fucking that was nowhere near the sensual agonising heat you were used to. A rarity that came only when a particularly bad night had occurred, where they had almost lost you. Filled with betrayal and loss, that night had bled through both Steve and Bucky, until it was stained all over you, your thighs, your neck, your pussy.

“What if I want it like last time?” You whisper, looking at both of them in defiance. Your candour causes Steve to stiffen behind you, a momentary pause in his brain, a short circuit, a daunting realisation before a final knowing.

You hear a grunt pass through Steve’s lips, a silent “fuck” from Bucky’s.

He knows they both did, eyes shining towards each other, faces unreadable as they caught glimpses of their sweet girl for who she really was.

Steve hands you to Bucky as if your thick thighs and hips merely weighed nothing, Bucky moves towards the large armchair that’s positioned across the sofa. Steve sits across from you, legs spread apart as he rests his outstretched hands across the spine of the leather. Bucky sits you down between his legs, before repositioning you to straddle one of his thighs. You look up in bewilderment, and you know confusion covers your features when Steve grins, nodding.

“You want to get yourself off so bad with these wolves, why don’t you take some initiative. Show us how bad you want this, show us how bad you’ve been needing” Steve smirks leaning back.

“Go on, pretty girl, I’m all yours” Bucky whispers into the shell of your ear. Pressed kisses down the slope of your neck before biting your ear lip, causing you to yelp, indirectly causing a delicious friction against Bucky’s bludge that has both of you groaning.

Bucky rests his hands on your waist, not applying any pressure yet, as you begin to drag your hips against his pantsuit. You throw your head back against Bucky’s curls, gripping his thighs as you speed up your ministrations.

The folds of the fabric create friction that rubs against your pulsing clit, and the sticky need of your arousal leaks from the sides of your inner thighs, dampening Bucky’s pants and creating the perfect slick for you to go faster.

“Just like that doll, get yourself off on Bucky’s thigh, I know you can do it, fucking show me” Groans Steve, hes eyes never leaving your own.

The scent of you has Bucky groaning with his head back, and as you begin moving your hips into Bucky’s leg, he tenses the muscle causing you to squeeze your eyes shut, the building of pleasure reaching a cliff.

“Open your eyes doll, I want to see every single expression you make” Steve growls from the sofa, through your bounds of pleasure you had almost forgotten he was there, watching.

The scene that opens to you almost has you climaxing itself, there he was, looking through hooded eyes into the junction of your thighs as they grounded against Bucky's.

His hands had slipped into his pants, and you watch him pump himself to your pleasure, his thick fingers gripping the shaft, rolling the pearl of premium against his head and squeezing tight.

“P-Please” You groan, head tilted back, you were so close, the motion of your hips now almost mechanical, moving unconsciously as the waves of pleasure washed over you.

“Please what baby? You’re gonna have to be a bit clearer than that, I want to hear exactly what you want” Bucky smirks into your skin.

“Harder, faster, fuck just I need it, I need you Bucky!” You cry out, reaching for his thick finger to give you the roughness you need.

“That's all you’ve got to say” Bucky whispers as he circles his hands across your hips, gripping them, bringing them down, hard against his thigh.

You moan out pleas of gratitude, the pleasure taking you into a wordless heap of gurgles “yes yes yes”.

Bucky drags your pussy against him, unrelenting even as you squirm against his hold, thighs attempting to close but to no avail, Steve grips them open, making you take everything.

You hold onto Bucky's broad shoulders, anchoring you to this world, all you could do now was take it, drink down the waves of pleasure that seemed unrelenting, pleasure as deep as the pacific.

Steves moves closer, slipping his thick hands between your thighs, dragging his ring-encrusted digits across your folds, collecting your arousal before bringing it to his lips, he looks you dead in the eye as he sucks, hard.

“Fuckin delicious” He moans, eyes half-lidded. You watch, mouth agape, and it takes one more rough glide from Bucky before your falling apart in front of them.

Your eyes squeeze shut, gripping Buck’s locks as he grunts into you, white-hot saccharine pleasure engulfs your vision, blinding you temporarily. You don't speak, you don’t move, you simply sway against the current, you hear the murmur of Steves's voice calling your name, coaxing you back to the ground.

“You all there baby girl? Hm?” Steve hushes, and your head hits something plush and velvet, nothing like the broad expanse of Bucky’s chest. They seemed to have moved you while you were recovering, you hadn't even noticed.

“Haven't even put my fingers in you and you're already a puddle in my hands, what happened to the fiery girl before, you give up already?” Steve smirks, instigating you.

“Hmph, iss only cause it was me, you think your small dicks can make me cum?” You giggle, high off of the smell of sex and desperation permeating the air.

“Is that right baby? Hm? How about we prove it” Bucky smirks before he roughly reaches for you, dragging you to the edge of the mahogany desk, before tossing ypu to Steve.

Steve picks you up, flipping you acorss his shoulder as he begins to make his way from the offcie and into the darkned hallway.

“Where are we going” You groan, hyour thighs are still shaking from the orgasm Bucky had given you, surely they didnt want another round?

Steves hand comes down, hard againts your basckside, the sound vibrates across the house, and shoots directly to your core. Steve had never touched you like this, with a sliver of pain mixed and folded into pleasure, but you liked it, hell you fucking loved it

“Don’t you fucking open that slutty mouth of yours, what? you thought we were done?” Steve laughs palm coming down again, cereminously.

“We’ve got the whole night to open you right up doll, have your pussy fuckiing weeping after were done” Steve promises, hands sqeezing the curve your ass, the heat spreading up your back.

The only vision you have is the back of Steves dress shoes, the encrusted signange at the heel, the silver metal snake glinting againts the mostly dark surroundings. Buckys shoes follow, you can make ut his hands, glistening with your pleasure, the veins runnings long his arms pressing into the pockets of his pants.

Before long Steve drops you onot the plush covers of your bed, but before you are able to bury yourself into the soft quilt, Bucky rougly turns your around, before pressing tinot rh mattress, thighs between your closed legs, that Steve grips open.

His glistenign fingers reach up to yoiur pants, ripping them open and he drags them down your thighs

“Tsk, tsk tsk, no panties? It's like she knew what was going to happen” Bucky smirks towards Steve, your back againts his chest as he leaves brusiing kissses along the slope of your neck.

Steve hums in response, “Our girl? Our sweet, innocent girl? she would never”

“That's right, this isn't our sweet girl, isn't that right?” Bucky whispers into the skin of your thighs, gliding his tongue along the curve of it, before begining to bite and suck at the skin right near your quivering folds.

God why couldt he just move a little bit further?

You golt forward, into Bucky as Steve lands a slap against your pussy, hand reaching between your body, doing it again and again and again until you were weeping, eeys squeezed shut and head hanigng againts Steves warm chest.

“Answer Bucky when he speaks to you” He growls, dipping a thick digit into your folds, swirling your slick around clit, before circling his fingers. You moan anabasdhedly, unaware of how goddamn loud you were being in the ince quiet house.

“Do we need to teach you some manners doll? Hm? Stuff that pretty hole full so we can get some respect?” Steve whispers into your ear, adding a second digit, the cool metal of his rings pressing againts the opening of your hole, you preen, so fucking close you can taste the orgasm and your tongue.

Steve curls his fingers, gliding them againts your velvet walls, and Bucky moves closer, hes faint breath againts your clit that has you gustling againts both their bodies. Bucky holds you still, his hands gripping your waist, pushing your arched back into the mattress and he sucks on your clit.

He groans in appreciaiton, the sound vibrating through your core and it has you screaming his name is earnest. Steve continues to assault your folds, pressing further until he finds the spong spot that has you prrssing your fingers into his arm, trying and failing, to shove his fingers away from you. Tears begin to blur your vision, the cwnterpiece chandilier know but a muffle of lights, but god does it feel good. It burns you, it brands you, this aching pleasure, the overstimualtion of Steevs, his stumble ctaches most of it, the rough hairs scratching againts the softness of your thighs.

Your juices leak between Steves fingers, dripping down and spearing across Buckys chinpressing his hands into your thighs.

A muffled moan escapes your mouth as you try and suppress the growing need spreading beginning to uncurl. The blinding hot pleasure begins to build, and just as you feel it slding againts your back, Steve retracts his fingrs from your pussy, and Bucky lets go of your clit with a pop.

The ahce of emptiness hurts you more than their overstimualtion, and yur reaching for thier fingers and face quickly, whines leaving your mouth as your cheeks trail with tears.

Bucky pushes your hands away, into steves grip who lift them over your shoulder, holding them together in one hand.

“You wont be cumming on anything other than our dicks tonight sweetheart”Bucky smiles, his smirk widens, as your greddily oush your hips into his crotch, neded any friction.

Bucky pushes his cothed cock againts your pussy, the outline of his hard cock pushing againts your clit.

“God look at her Bucky, so fucking needy” Steve groans, watching your hips begin to move, aagin againts Bucky’s boner.

“If I’d known this would keep your mouth shut and preseting, well, doll, i wouldve done this ages ago”. Bucky replies, eyes never leaving your lidden ones.

Buckdoesnt waste a second ripping his suit pants off, pulling his hardened cock out as it smacks againts his stomach. For a moment you froget how thick he is, the angry red tip of it leaking with precum, dripping along thr slides that were ripled with distinct veins that followed to the cut of his obliques.

As if reading your mind Bucky softly smirks, lfitng your chin, pressing a soft kiss to your lips

“Oh baby, ill make sure it fits, il make sure you get every fucking inch and then some” Bucky replies, the juxtaposition of his soft tocuh and his hrds words has you dripping.

Gripping your knees within his grasp, Steve contours your body impossibly wider, giving Bucky enough room to press his entire body against you. His head nudges against your folds, collecting the slick cum dripping from your core, before roughly pushing in, leaving no room to get adjusted.

You both groan, as your pussy welcomes him, the flutter of your walls squeezing his dick. Bucky’s eyes are screwed shut, and you force yours to stay open as you watch, mesmerized as he pressed his canines into redded lips.

“God, shit, every time we open your pretty little pussy up it just never gets used to us huh? So fucking tight, she’s gripping me like a fucking vice Stevie” Bucky groans loudly, jaw clenched and fingers pressed into the underside of your thighs.

It was no surprise that Bucky and Steve were.. big, to say the least. They’d always known that needed to give you a few seconds to get used to their sheer size, but no, as bucky begins to pound against your slick walls, groaning at your warmth and softness you understand they have abandoned all traditions.

Every rough glide of Bucky's cock through your folds has you moaning in ecstasy, as the burn of his thick shaft presses against your walls. You smash into Steve’s back with every thrust, shoving every inch of himself even deeper into you, Steves's rough fingers come to squeeze your nipples, rolling them between his patted fingers, pulling hard, before letting go.

“Nnnph” You cry out, hands resisting against Steve’s grip, you attempt to close your legs, but it pulls Bucky even deeper, leaving him groaning and sheathing his cock so it circled your walls.

“Don’t go running away now bunny, Bucky’s filling you right up, you should say thank you”. Steve replies cocking his head to the aide, grinning before sneaking his hand to grip your cheeks, squeezing them hard between his fingers.

You cant reply, you cant even speak, the pleasure overwheling you as Bucky rougly shoves his fat cock up to the hilt, your arousal creaming around the base, so fucking wet and messy that it has him almost slipping out.

A hard burn erupts on your cheek, the stinging sensation going straight to your core, Steve slaps you, again, this time harsher as he berates you loudly.

“You dumb bunny, what did i say about repeating myswelf, go on, say thank you to Bucky”

You struggle to keep your eyes open, the thin lids seem to heavy now, Steve squeezes your cheeks again, the rings on his fingers pressing imprints onto your cheekbone, and yu somehow manage to cry out.

“T-thank you, Thank you, thank you!” You moan, the words fallling out of your mouth mechanically.

The mere words leave you echausted, and you slump againts Steve’s broad chest, the only help of his arms holding your knees up. You’ve given up countign how many times Bucky has left you wailing, the sleek of your orgasm just edging him on.

Holding your knees up to your chest bucky presses his cok in a new direction, pressing rougly againts the soft spongy spot

“Oh God!, oh, oh, Bucky please, I can't do anymore- mh” You yelp as Bucky bites into your thigh, grinning as he sucks onto the skin.

“You just feel so good doll, so fucking good, can you give me another one? hm? can you please? I need it, fuck I need you to milk me with those creamy fucking walls” Bucky groans, refusing to falter his movements, harsh thrust bumping the head of cock against your g-spot, your thighs quiver violently, and it isn't soon before your cumming again, milking his cock, your walls tightening around him.

“That's right, milk my fucking cock you slut, got you so dumb and full you can't even form words, you've learnt your place haven't you, doll? Bucky questions his hands coming to push your hair out of your face. You are way in out of your mind to even reply, drool dripping from the corner f your mouth, shaking in a heap of cum and spit.

“So good, baby, so fucking good, I outa give you something back aren't I?” Bucky smiles, eyes falling to the nudge of his cock against your soft stomach. The greys of his pupils darken as he watches, and his curls begin to fall across his face, sticking to his forehead.

“You gonna let me cum in you? Huh? Let me feed this greedy little hole who has been crying for it all night?” Bucky sneers, and your pussy tightens around him in return, leaving him to grip your thighs, red crevices forming into your skin.

Moaning in approval, Bucky fastens his pace, shoving himself in and out without much less than a second, you tighten your walls again, causing obscenities to leave buckys mouth.

“Please Bucky, give it to me, fill me up, I want it, I want to need it”You cry out. It doesn't take long before Bucky empties into you, thick ropes of cum shooting into your pussy, coating your walls, before oozing out of the sides of his fat cock. Bucky watches intently as the mix of both of your arousal slides down your fluttering folds, damping the dark sheets below.

Lost in your pleasure you don’t recognise when Steve had pulled you down to the edge of the bed, your face between his large hands. He looks down intently at you, a blown out expression over his features as he takes in your shallow breaths and test stricken face tracked with dirty mascara.

Steve begins to push your hair back from your face, brushing your tears from your cheeks with his thumb, you think this is a hidden gesture, to show his un wielding desire to care for you. You feel him begin to grip your hair however, pulling you down onto your knees on the cold hardwood floor with one hand.

He sits on the edge of the bed, his unwiedling grip at the back of your head as you look up at him on your knees. It’s a sight to behold, one Bucky not so subtlety captures on a point and shoot. You sit patiently, looking up at Steve through hooded eyes, lazy and dumb from Bucky’s cock.

Steve hums silently, before softly speaking with a grin crarcking thigh his features unnaturally

“Do you think you can fit this cock down that pretty little throat?” Steve smirks, pumping his cock at your salvating expression.

You nod quickly beginning to reach towards him, eager to feel his heavy weight againts your tongue, to trail the long vein along its side and choke againts its girth.

Steve pulls you back violently, corsding his head disapprovingly

“No touching, I’m in control now baby doll, do you understand me? If I even see you begin to move shove your panties in that mouth and lock you in a room for 2 weeks” Steve warns, a dark expression overcoming his face as he cocks his head to the side.

You look over his broad shoulders to see Bucky fucking up into your panties, he catches your eyes with a smirk, winking at your open mouth shock.

“Does your dumb brain understand? Or are you too fucked out of your own mind to even listen” Steve growls at you silence, his grip tightening, shooting a pain down your skull.

You nodded quickly, hands behind your back for emphasis, you needed his cock, you needed so fucking badly.

“Use your big words, cmon you can do it” Steve teases cruelly, smirking down at your needy face, you’ve begun to rock against your palm, Steve’s degradation causes your to shudder in response, clenching against your own hand.

“Yes I unders-“ You let out before Steve slams his cock down your throat, groaning loudly at the feel of your wet mouth.

“Fucking shit babygirl, felt like the first fucking time” Steve groans, looking down as he thrusts into your throat, a paced motion that only went deeper.

You resist the gag threatening to come out at the intrusion, forcing yourself to breathe though your nose, you grip your thigh tightly as your nose begins to brush against the soft hairs at the base.

Your tongue glides against the ridges and veins of his cock, Steve allows you to wrap a hand around whatever you can’t fit, circling your tou hue around his shaft before gliding your way to his tip, he grips your hair tightly as you flatten your tongue against the head, and as you look up at him you find him already staring intently down at you.

Steve quickly takes control wrapping your hair into a makeshift pony tail before angling his hips do that he drove his entire length down further, hitting the back your throat. Muffled groans and scattered half words, leave his mouth, the beginnings of your name and curses filling the room.

Steve speeds up his pace, do that you had no choice but to hold your breathe as he drove deeper and deeper, it was as if all restraint had left him as he lost himself in pleasure, using your throat as merely a hole to fill his cum with.

Ragged breathes from above are all you can here as tears begin to stream down your face, you gag violently but Steve continued his rough thrusts, growling as he sees the tears staining your cheeks, as he sees what his cock has done to you.

You feel rough fingers reach for your throat, gripping it harshly as they squeeze, leaving you with shallow breathes in between the few seconds in which Steve’s cock is not down your throat.

“Holy shit Steve” Moans Bucky as he looks over at your appearance, mascara trucking down your throat, your hair sticking to your forehead, lips spread wide open, and forehead practically kissing Steve’s abdomen.

The lack of air begins to consume you, but you find it impossibly to let of of his heavy weight against your tongue, a strangled moan vibrates against his cock and it has Steve curse your name loudly, gripping your scalp to the point or breakage.

“You’re just a fucking hole aren’t you baby? Huh? Only thing your good for is taking by dick down that tight fucking throat and letting me use you however I fucking want” Steve growls above you, pushing the fallen strands back into his tight grip as he continued to drive into you.

“Talking so much fucking shit, pulling that little stunt you thought up in that dumb brain of yours. Thought you were so smart with that huh? You’re embarrassing, the only thing you did was waste a perfectly good soldier of ours” Steve continued, tutting as if he were talking about the weather.

“Couldn’t have him think he had a chance right Bucky?” Steve says, wrapping his palms around your face now, hitting the back of your throat with little abandon, the dazed expression turning him on as you choke on him. Steve doesn’t wait for him to reply before he continues.

“Now you know your rightful place, on your fucking knees taking me in your mouth, barely able to breathe with your own fingers shoved into your pussy” Steve remarks growning at your soft rocking against your hand.

You moan loudly against him, unable to keep your noises within, the sound vibrates across Steve’s cock, and he drives you violently down his length, your wet hot mouth causing him to growl loudly.

His thrust become sloppy as he glides against your tongue, and without warning, he shoots down your throat, your nose against his stomach as he forced you to take all of it, his full shooting down your abused throat.

He continues to thrust into you slowly, allowing you to breathe finally, as he eases his thick cock from your mouth, cum and spit dribbling down your mouth and down your neck.

You feel yourself falling onto your back before Steve quickly catches you, collecting you into his arms and he guided you onto the bed. Collecting the cum from your stomach and mouth, licking it clean, Steve looks at you intently, an unreadable expression over taking his features and his furrows his eyebrows.

He reached for you before you flinch quickly, causing Steve to quickly retract his hand.

“Hey, hey, you all there? We good” Steve says concern lacing his tone, as he takes in you heaving chest.

Bucky immediately looks down at you, the same concern mirrored on his features.

“M fine, just overstimulated, s’good Steve” You groan licking your lips, causing Steve and Bucky to clench their jaws unconsciously, the wood splintering under their grip.

“Good, because we’re not stopping anytime soon” Steve replies darkly

“Remember we’ve got all night baby doll, and we were just getting started” Bucky grins. Their cocks already getting hard, pressing against your stomach, and their eyes seemed to remain on the cum oozing from between your closed legs, dark grey’s and blue’s watching you, like wolves to the prey.

And you would have no choice but to surrender.

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artbytyrtylius · 7 years ago

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Mr Timbertail, Gnome NPC.

Mr. Timbertail was a friendly old Gnome who loved to entertain guests, but rarely got the opportunity because he lived rather remotely. The members of our adventuring party were about the only people who visited him on a regular basis. He appreciated this so much that when our entire first party went m.i.a., Mr. Timbertail sold his house and all his belongings to raise money for a rescue operation, and commisioned our new characters. Mr. Timbertail lived to see the mission completed successfully, but died of old age and pneumonia only moments later.

Except for him having brown eyes, I have no idea what our DM thought Mr. Timbertail looked like, but this is my take on him.

Original size: 13,7 X 21,5 cm, material: brown ink, finished: 2nd of February 2018.

#drawing #Gnome #Gnomes #ink #D&D #sepia #fantasy #washed ink #NPC #fantasy art #fantasy illustration #DnD #D&D #Dungeons and dragons #artists on tumblr

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applecoreart · 7 years ago

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+Portrait: The Headless Horseman (The Legend of Sleepy Hollow) (Sakura Microns, India ink, PSE) [Society 6 | Redbubble]

#RA fanstuffs #The Legend of Sleepy Hollow #Sleepy Hollow #Headless Horseman #the Reaper's Creepers Crane piece pose was actually a warmup test for this #just minus the head!#pen&ink #ink #ink wash #pen and ink

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thefeatheredsnake · 1 year ago

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Fantasins Arkitektur - Prefektens Palats

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#arkitektdesign & studier #fantasiarkitektur / fantasy architecture /arquitectura fantastica #Grodperspektiv /Frog perspective /Worm&039;s-eye view #historiska illustrationer /historic illustrations /ilustraciones históricas #ink & wash #perspektiv /perspective #stadsprefekt /urban prefect /praefectus urbi #tuschteckning /ink drawing /dibujo a tinta #Vattenfärger /Water Colors

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ghoulsandgunsmoke-blog · 4 years ago

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Sketchbook Saturday: Spread 'Em Wide ...

Sketchbook Saturday: Spread ‘Em Wide …

Here’s a quick scan of some recent sketches I did over the week, or so. I mainly used micron markers and brush pens for it. It’s in my brand new sketchbook, a Epsilon hardcover sketchbook by Stillman & Birn. They’re a company I’ve ‘heard of’ in the past, but never bought one until now. I’m glad that I finally tried them out. The Epsilon sketch book is a heavy weight paper (100 pounds) with a very…

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#black and white art #dark fantasy #drawing #epsilon sketchbook #fantasy #horror #ink wash #marker drawing #pen and ink #stillman&birn

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olivemac · 3 years ago

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1300 miles | chapter one | b.b.

Summary | Bucky Barnes is adjusting to civilian life, living in Brooklyn, visiting Sam in Delacroix when he can, and trying to figure out what he wants. When he meets Jo Landry, the tattooed lead singer of a New Orleans-based band, he thinks he might have found the answer. Too bad they live 1300 miles apart.

Time Frame | post-TFATWS

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x fem!oc

Rating | explicit

Warnings | mentions of combat-related injuries, alcohol use, tattoos/body piercings, coarse language, gay male character, bisexual female character, recreational/medicinal drug use (weed), pet names (doll, Sarge), smut (f/m, mutual masturbation, fingering, slight dom!Bucky, praise kink), angst if you squint but not really, and all the romance tropes/fluff because I'm a sucker for it; more warnings to come; 18+ ONLY, minors DNI

A/N | It’s my birthday, so to celebrate I’m sharing chapter one of my new WIP. This started its life as a one-shot but then my enneagram 4 brain took over and now it’s looking like it’ll be a multi-chapter short. Enjoy!

Also, feedback – comments, likes, etc. – is always appreciated, my loves.

AO3 link | 1300 miles playlist

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The sun is just starting to sink in the sky as Sam and Bucky finish the latest repairs on the boat. Sam has spent the last hour pestering Bucky about things he’s missed over the last 80 years — things he needs to do, shows and movies he needs to watch, music to listen to, places to go. Bucky is considering the consequences of putting his vibranium fist through the new Captain America’s face.

“You’re telling me you’ve never been to New Orleans?” Sam half-shouts at Bucky in amusement.

“Sam, besides the airport, when would I have been to New Orleans?” Bucky sighs.

“We’re going. Tonight.” He stands up. “But none of that Bourbon Street bullshit. I know a place,” he says.

_____

The bar is crowded on a Saturday night, but they manage to find a table near the small stage where a band is setting up.

“I’ll get drinks,” Sam says, heading to the bar.

“Sam said he knows the owners?” Bucky asks Sarah.

“Jo and Danny. Yeah,” Sarah says. “Danny served with Sam on his last tour. Real young kid when he served. Took some shrapnel to the chest and face in an RPG explosion and got out early. He and Sam kept in touch.”

Bucky watches Sam talk to a man with a mop of curly, brown hair and an auburn beard behind the bar. From where he sits, Bucky can see a jagged scar peeking out from the top of the man’s beard over his cheek, stopping just below his right eye.

Sam returns with three beers. "Danny says hi," he tells Sarah. "Says he'll come over when he has a free minute."

"Jo around?" Sarah asks.

Sam nods toward the stage. "She's playing tonight. Danny says she's in the office rewriting the set list."

Bucky sips his beer and looks around. When they entered, there was a wave of enthusiasm as people recognized Sam as Captain America, but it seems to have died down and now no one is paying them much attention. Bucky prefers it that way, though he’s happy that people are excited for Sam.

“Speak of the devil,” Sam says, smiling and nodding toward a woman emerging from a door beside the bar marked ‘Employees Only.’ She’s wearing a loose-fitting white tank tucked into light-wash jeans cuffed just above a pair of black combat boots. Her wavy, dark hair fans out behind her as she rushes towards the stage. She's clutching a piece of paper in one hand, and the smile on her face makes Bucky's heart stutter for a moment.

Sam catches the way Bucky is watching Jo as she jumps onto the stage. He elbows Sarah and nods at the lovestruck look on Bucky's face, and they share a smirk. Bucky doesn't notice the exchange. He's too busy studying Jo. Her arms are covered in tattoos, from shoulders to fingers. When she tucks a strand of hair behind her left ear, Bucky can see the row of piercings adorning the curve of her ear. There's a gold ring between her nostrils. Bucky's seen some of the kids in Brooklyn with that piercing, but he doesn't know what it's called. He's seen plenty of women like her since moving back to New York — with tattoos and piercings and dark hair — but there's something about the combination with her green eyes and soft smile that makes his mouth go dry and his palm sweat.

He takes another sip of his beer to ground himself.

Jo picks up an acoustic-electric guitar from its stand, swings the strap over her shoulder, and plugs the guitar into a small amp at her feet. She raises her right hand in the air and sets a count with her fingers — one, two, three, four. The band starts, and Jo strums the guitar, smiling at the crowd. When she steps up to the microphone and opens her mouth, Bucky is surprised at how sweet her voice sounds. He was expecting it to be rougher, but it's gentle and warm, and he likes the way her mouth looks as it forms the words to the song.

Next to him, Sam taps his foot along to the music. Bucky can't remember the last time he saw a band play live. God, he thinks, it was before the war, before everything. He takes another sip of his beer before Sarah hands him a fresh bottle. He hadn't even noticed that she'd left the table and gone to the bar. He smiles and nods his thanks.

Sarah leans over and whispers to Bucky just loud enough for Sam to hear, as well, "You should ask her out after the show."

Bucky grimaces and shakes his head. As he told Yori once, there's a dance to these things, and he's eighty years out of practice. Plus, his last date didn't exactly go as planned.

But he can't stop staring at Jo's painted black nails and tattooed fingers as they move across the guitar strings. LOVE is written across the top knuckles of her right hand, HATE on the left. A series of lines and dots decorate her lower knuckles. There’s a snake curling around her left wrist, its inked head resting on her hand, and several large peonies cover the back of her right hand and up her forearm. Bucky wonders what her tattooed hands would look like wrapped around his cock. He also wonders where else on her body she has tattoos and what that voice would sound like when he's between her thighs. Fuck.

The band transitions into another song, and Jo's eyes land on Bucky. She's used to people staring at her, especially when she's on stage, but she's caught by the way his eyes never leave her, never wander to look at the band's female bassist or to Sarah sitting next to him. She's certain his stare could burn a hole right through her, and she wouldn't even complain. He’s fucking gorgeous.

She knows who he is, of course. She’s seen the recent footage of him with Sam in New York and read the Times article detailing his move from assassin to almost Avenger. Plus, her twin brother, Danny, was a bit of a history nerd as a kid so she’s definitely seen a Captain America documentary that mentioned the Howling Commandos. And they may or may not have hidden a fugitive Captain America and Falcon following the Accords.

Jo tears her eyes away from the super soldier and focuses on the rest of the audience. She can see Danny behind the bar, flirting with the man he's been trying to sleep with for the past two weeks. She catches his eye and smiles her encouragement between lyrics. Get his number! she tries to say with her eyes. Danny's usually pretty good at reading her mind. She doesn't know if it's a brother thing or a twin thing or just a Danny thing, but when he holds up his phone in surrender and smiles back at her, she knows he got the message.

The first half of their set ends with a crash of drums and a long guitar riff. Jo takes a swig from the mason jar full of water she keeps on stage. Her eyes meet Bucky's again as she swallows, and he licks his bottom lip. Heat curls in the pit of her stomach at the thought of what else that tongue could do.

Willow, the band's bassist, steps over and whispers in Jo's ear, “If you don’t fuck him after the show, I’m going to."

When Jo looks at her, she can see the amusement dancing in Willow's eyes. She rolls her own eyes and avoids looking directly at Bucky for the rest of the set.

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After the last song, Jo thanks the crowd and helps the rest of the band tidy up the stage, unplugging amps and turning off the mics. She's still trying not to look at Bucky, even though she can feel his eyes on her.

"You have to stop staring, man," Sam whispers to Bucky.

"I'm not staring," Bucky grumbles.

Sarah laughs, "You're definitely staring."

“Here," Sam says, "I'll introduce you." And before Bucky can protest, Sam is waving Jo over. "Josephine," Sam says, hugging her.

"Samuel," she returns, smiling. "Congrats on the new gig." She punches his shoulder lightly. "Better you than that John Walker douchebag," she says. Bucky snorts, and she catches his eye and smirks before turning to Sarah. "Hey, Sarah." They exchange pleasantries while Bucky tries to get his tongue to turn back from lead.

Sam points at Bucky, "This is—"

Bucky stands. "Bucky. Barnes."

Jo smiles and shakes his gloved hand. "Jo. Landry," she says, matching his cadence.

Sam was right. Bucky can't stop staring at her. This close, he can see there's a bit of gold in the green of her eyes and a slight gap between her two front teeth. She smells like sandalwood and citrus and just a little bit like pot.

Jo returns his stare. His five o’clock shadow doesn’t hide the dimple in his chin, and she briefly imagines pressing her lips against it. She’s trying to name the exact shade of blue of his eyes when Sam clears his throat.

She’s not usually so easily flustered by attractive people, but Bucky's blue eyes and chiseled jaw have done a number on her self-control. “Let me grab a drink,” Jo says, turning quickly.

“No need,” Danny says, appearing in front of her and handing her a glass. He leans in and whispers in her ear, “He’s cute.”

“Please fuck off,” Jo hisses in return, widening her eyes at him. She’s only half-serious, and Danny knows it. It’s a twin thing.

When she looks at Bucky again, he’s smirking, and she wonders if enhanced hearing is a super soldier trait. Bucky pulls out the fourth chair at the small table for her to sit, and Jo can't remember the last time someone did that for her.

"The show was great," Sarah says, grabbing Jo's attention.

"Thanks," Jo replies. "Took a while to get back to it after…” she snaps her fingers but doesn’t finish her sentence.

"You were snapped?" Bucky asks.

Jo nods. "Yeah. You?"

"Yeah."

"Cheers," she says sarcastically, raising her glass in a toast. She shakes her head again and pushes her hair behind her ear. "Five years just," she holds her hands open, "gone. Danny was still here, holding all this together by himself."

She tucks one leg under the other, and her knee bumps Bucky’s beneath the table. When she moves to pull her knee away from his, he places a gloved hand on her thigh, holding her leg in place.

Bucky surprises even himself with this move. He hasn’t been this forward with a woman since an auburn-haired nurse in Italy during the war. With her, it was all hands and mouths and skin on skin because he was certain he was going to die any day. Now he supposedly has all the time in the world. He just isn’t sure what he wants to do with it.

But in this moment, he's comfortable here, in this tiny bar, with a beer in his hand and Jo's knee pressed against his. He's confident that Sam would never introduce him to someone he couldn't trust.

Bucky's flirted with Sarah, sure, but that was mostly to irritate to Sam. And as much as he doesn't want to admit it, the thought of something happening between himself and Sarah and then ending badly and ruining his relationship with Sam makes his stomach hurt. Pursuing Jo seems safer in that regard. She and Sam are friends, but if — when, he thinks — he ruins things, he can just go back to New York instead of losing his only friend.

Jo asks Sarah about AJ and Cass to distract herself from the butterflies forming in her stomach at Bucky’s touch, and Sam starts a story about the boys' latest interests. Bucky is content to listen to the three of them talk, his eyes barely leaving Jo. When she flicks her gaze over to him every now and then, she doesn't seem phased by his staring, and she hasn't pulled her knee away from where it's softly touching his. After a while, Danny emerges from behind the bar and joins their table, introducing himself to Bucky with a firm handshake.

While Danny and Sam trade updates about people they know, Jo leans towards Bucky and asks, “You want another drink?”

“Sure,” Bucky replies.

Jo doesn’t say anything else, just nods her head toward the bar, stands, and offers Bucky her hand. He takes it, the leather glove of his right hand warm against her palm. He wishes he could feel her skin without the gloves between them. He doesn’t usually wear them around Sam and Sarah and everyone in Delacroix, but he wasn’t sure how the metal arm would be perceived at this bar he’s never been to. Sam told him not to worry about it, but Bucky doesn’t like to draw unnecessary attention to himself.

Jo leads him through the sea of tables to a barstool, then moves behind the bar and grabs him a fresh bottle of the beer he's been drinking all night. "Unless you want something stronger," she says, pausing before she hands it to him.

"This is good," Bucky replies.

She pops the top and hands him the bottle. He takes a sip as he watches her maneuver around the bartender on duty to fix herself another whiskey sour before taking a seat on the barstool next to him.

"Full disclosure; because it's only fair," she says, taking a sip of her drink. "I know who you are, Sergeant Barnes. Not the whole story, but bits and pieces."

Bucky pauses. He searches her eyes for the fear he's expecting but finds none. "And you're okay with that?" he asks.

Jo quirks the corner of her mouth up in a half-smile and says, “If Sam trusts you, I trust you."

“I’m not great with meeting new people, and I was telling myself the same thing about you," Bucky admits, almost sheepishly.

“You know we can never tell Sam about this, right?" Jo says, conspiratorially. "We’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Never,” Bucky agrees, and knocks his beer bottle lightly against her glass in understanding.

They talk for a while, just the two of them alone at the end of the bar. Jo asks him how he likes Louisiana ("Hot, but the people are friendly"); where he's staying ("Sarah's"); when he's heading back to New York ("A week from tomorrow"); what he likes to do for fun ("Still figuring that out"); his favorite place ("Wakanda") and favorite book ("The Hobbit"); and a myriad of other questions — some of which Bucky answers easily and some that make him pause. He makes her give her own answers to each one in turn.

Jo leans close to Bucky so she can hear him over the noise of the room, and he takes the opportunity to study her features more closely. He's practically mapped all of her face when her eyes leave his for a brief second and land on Sam, Sarah, and Danny staring at them from the table across the room.

"Don't look now," she whispers, leaning even closer, "But we seem to have an audience."

Bucky makes a big show of looking over his shoulder at the group.

"I said 'don't look!'" Jo laughs and swats casually at his arm.

Bucky takes the opportunity to pin her hand with his own, holding it tightly and licking his bottom lip before smiling at her. He can see the blush paint her cheeks and creep down her neck and chest.

He likes Jo, likes how easy it feels to be around her. He isn't used to that. He isn't used to feeling comfortable with people. Hell, he thinks, I barely feel comfortable with myself. But there's something about Jo that makes him feel safe and calm. Of course, there's attraction there — plenty of it — but he's sure it's more than that.

For her part, Jo is enamored with Bucky. She likes his hard edges and his snark, but she also likes the small glimpses he's given her of the man beneath all of that. She doesn't usually fall for people so easily, but she's found herself drowning in the sea of blues that make up Bucky's eyes, and she doesn't want to be rescued. How fucking cliche, she tells herself.

"We should probably go back over there," Bucky says, squeezing her hand once before releasing it.

They both stand and make their way back to the table. Bucky pulls Jo's chair out for her again, but this time, he makes sure to pull it a little closer to his chair in the process. This doesn't go unnoticed by Sam who smirks at him. Bucky returns the smirk with a thin-lipped smile of his own before scooting even closer to Jo.

Jo finds it hard to focus on the conversation in front of her with Bucky's warm body so close to her own, and she realizes she misses the pleasant feeling of his gloved hand around hers. She places her own hand on his thigh and hopes he gets the hint.

Bucky’s fascinated by even the slightest movements of Jo's tattooed fingers, and when her hand rests on his denim-clad thigh, he thinks the sight alone might kill him. Before he can second-guess himself, he pulls the glove off his right hand and links his own flesh and bone fingers with hers.

Jo doesn't look at Bucky — she's trying not to draw attention to her hand in his lap — but Bucky watches the corner of her mouth quirk upwards into a smile, and he squeezes her hand in response.

The conversation continues a bit longer before Danny leaves the table to check in with his bartender. Jo excuses herself to get another drink, and Bucky watches her pop behind the bar to fill a glass for herself.

"I need to get home, relieve the babysitter," Sarah says when she finishes her beer.

"We're heading out then," Sam says, then turns to Bucky, "You coming?"

Bucky looks toward Jo and says, "No, I'm gonna stick around. I'll get a cab back or get a hotel room in the city."

Sam smirks. "I don't think you're gonna need a hotel room, man."

Bucky rolls his eyes.

"Just promise me you'll use protection," Sam laughs. "We don't need any little super soldiers running around just yet."

Bucky gives him a sarcastic smile, but realizes Sam's probably right, and he definitely doesn't have any condoms in his wallet. He's not planning on sleeping with Jo tonight — he just met her, and he's not sure he's ready for that yet — but if the army taught him anything, it's to be prepared. As if reading his mind, Sam pulls out his wallet and places a condom in Bucky's palm before pulling him in for a hug and clapping him on the back.

"Have fun, man," Sam says.

Sam and Sarah say their goodbyes to Danny and Jo on their way out, and Bucky joins Jo at the bar, sitting on the barstool next to her where they sat earlier.

"Sticking around, soldier?" she asks. She reaches for his dog tags and tugs them gently. The drinks have been strong, and she's feeling more flirtatious than she would otherwise.

"If you don't mind," Bucky replies.

Jo smiles and reaches for his hand this time. "Not at all."

"Are you gonna finish your interrogation of me?" Bucky asks, amusement apparent in his voice.

Jo laughs in return. “I thought I'd read your palm instead," she says, turning his hand over in her own.

Bucky snorts but doesn't pull his hand away. "Is this a trick you use on all the guys?"

"And girls," Jo says, meeting his eyes. Then she studies his hand carefully, running her index finger across the lines that crisscross his palm.

"Your dominant hand," she continues, "determines your future, while your non-dominant hand is tied to your past."

Bucky snorts again at the truth of it all.

"I'm not making this up!" Jo laughs. "I mean, someone did, but I'm not!" She can see the laughter shining in Bucky's eyes, so she goes on, "Your head line is deep, meaning your thinking is clear and focused, but it's also curved downward which indicates a creative spirit and an appetite for literature and fantasy." She looks up at him, "Explains the love for Tolkien."

"I'm not sure I'm buying this," Bucky says.

"You've literally fought aliens, and you're gonna give me a hard time over palm reading," Jo laughs.

"The aliens were real," Bucky deadpans.

"And in New Orleans, palm reading and psychics and crystal balls and voodoo are real," Jo says, still laughing. "But I promise not to read your palm again or read your aura or get out the tarot cards."

Bucky likes the way her slight accent makes New Orleans sound more like Nawlins. He also likes the sound of her laughter and the way her face lights up when she smiles. She's still holding his hand in her own, so he turns his palm over in hers and brings her tattooed knuckles to his lips.

_____

Meanwhile, the bar closes, and Danny and the bartender clean glasses and close up for the night.

Danny points at Jo as he comes around the bar. "I’m locking up then heading upstairs," he says.

"Thanks, love," Jo replies.

Danny walks the bartender out and locks the front door, then retraces his steps to the back of the bar. On his way past Jo, he stops and kisses her on the cheek, saying, "Be good. And set the alarm."

He turns to Bucky. "And you, Sergeant Barnes," he says, pointing at him now, "I know you're an Avenger or whatever, but if you hurt her, I'll kill you."

"Bye, Danny," Jo says, rolling her eyes as he disappears through the door marked 'Employees Only.' "Don't worry about him," Jo says, turning back to Bucky.

“Older brother, right?” Bucky says. He understands; he was an older brother once.

“Twins, actually,” Jo smiles.

Bucky takes a sip of his beer. "Sarah said Danny served with Sam," he says.

"Yeah. Afghanistan. A lifetime ago," Jo says. “He only had one more mission before he could come home so he switched with someone. An RPG barely missed the helicopter he was in, and he was pretty badly injured in the explosion and the resulting crash. Almost lost an eye. He came home, got out of the Air Force, went to business school. Now we own the bar..." She pauses to take the last sip of her drink. "...and the building. Sam's really helped Danny get past everything."

"He's good at that," Bucky says.

"Another thing we can never tell him," Jo laughs.

"Agreed. So, when do I get to ask about your tattoos?" he questions.

"What do you want to know?" she asks.

Bucky licks his bottom lip. "Anything."

He likes her dagger tattoo the best. It’s inked on the inside of her right forearm, nestled amongst the peonies, the hilt facing the crook of her elbow and the knife’s tip pointed toward her wrist. It’s feminine and dangerous and incredibly sexy. She blushes when he tells her how much he likes it. He doesn't tell her it reminds him of one of his favorite knives, currently tucked at the bottom of his backpack back in Sarah's living room.

"In some ways, they're my armor," she explains. "When I'm on stage, people look at the tattoos, not me, and I kind of like that. It lets me be whoever I want to up there."

Bucky understands the desire to hide better than anyone. But she knows who he is so there's really no point in hiding from her any longer. Plus, he feels like his arm is something she would understand, something she could accept — not just because of her brother's military record but because of her own unique body modifications.

He pulls his left glove off and shrugs out of his leather jacket, revealing the vibranium arm beneath his black t-shirt.

Jo takes in the black metal and gold details. "That," she says, pointing to his arm, "is lovely."

"It's lethal," Bucky warns.

She cocks her head to the side and says, "If you're trying to scare me, it won't work, Sergeant Barnes."

Bucky can't stop the corner of his lip from pulling up in the slightest hint of a smile.

"Okay,” she says, placing her palms flat on the bar top. “You want another beer?" she asks.

Jo stands and turns to move behind the bar, but Bucky's vibranium hand on her arm stops her. She looks at him curiously, and he slides his arm behind her back and pulls her flush against his chest. She settles between his open thighs, her palms resting gently on top of his legs. He's staring at her so intensely she's convinced he willburn that hole right through her, but she can't bring herself to look away.

He leans in, his lips only a breath away from hers.

"Can I kiss you?" Bucky finally asks, his flesh hand moving up to cup her cheek.

"Please," Jo whispers, desperately.

Bucky closes the distance between them, and his lips meet hers. He's hesitant at first, but when he feels Jo respond, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing even closer, he runs his tongue along the seam of her lips until she opens them for him. She tastes like bourbon and lemon from the whiskey sours she's been drinking, and Bucky loves it. His tongue sweeps along the roof of her mouth, and Jo moans. Bucky is determined to hear that sound again.

He kisses across the corner of her mouth and over her jaw. The hand that was cupping her cheek moves to her hair to angle her head backwards and give him better access to the bare skin of her neck. He laves his tongue over the corded muscles there, then nips at the skin with his teeth. She moans again, and Bucky is on fire.

Jo's right hand weaves into his short hair and tugs until his mouth comes away from her neck. He catches his breath while Jo nuzzles his nose with her own and places a soft kiss against the Cupid's bow of his upper lip. His eyes meet hers, and her pupils are blown wide with lust.

The need to kiss her again is overwhelming. Bucky’s lips find hers, and Jo somehow leans even closer into his body, her hands tracing down his chest to his waist. Bucky lets his own hands move to Jo’s ribs, resting just beneath her chest, his thumbs teasing the underside of each breast. Jo gasps when Bucky’s right thumb moves across her taut nipple.

Fuck, he thinks, I need to slow down. While he’s shared kisses with the handful of women he’s met on dating apps, he hasn’t done anything this intimate in a lifetime.

Bucky pulls away, panting. He rests his forehead against Jo's and stares into her green eyes.

"I should leave," he says. “I’m getting carried away. I…I want to do this right.”

And he does. Desperately. He wants to buy her flowers and take her out and learn what makes her swoon. But he also wants to map every tattoo on her body with his fingers and tongue and then fuck her until she can’t walk straight.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

Jo laughs breathily. “We don’t have to do anything, but it’s almost three o'clock in the morning and your ride already left. You can sleep on my couch if you want to be a gentleman.”

Bucky groans. “I should be a gentleman."

She kisses him again, lightly, then moves away to set the alarm and turn the rest of the lights out. She leads him through the 'Employees Only' door and up a set of stairs to her apartment.

"You're not allergic to cats, are you?" Jo asks, as she unlocks the door.

"No," Bucky says. As far as he knows, he's not allergic to anything thanks to the knock-off serum, but he doesn't say that.

Inside her apartment, Jo kicks off her combat boots at the door, and Bucky does the same, leaving them both in their socked feet. There's a fluffy black cat sitting on the back of the green velvet sofa.

"That's Toulouse," Jo says. "Or Louie. He doesn't answer to either, so it really doesn't matter what I call him."

The cat regards Bucky with indifference before standing up, stretching, and leaving the room.

"Guest bathroom’s just there,” she nods. “Let me get you some blankets and pillows for the couch," Jo continues. "Unless you've changed your mind about being a gentleman." She smirks at him.

Bucky laughs through his nose. “Don’t tempt me.”

Jo leaves the room for a moment, which gives Bucky a chance to look around. He's standing in her living room; one wall features a set of French doors that lead to a balcony overlooking the street, and the opposite wall holds bookcases stuffed from floor to ceiling with books, framed photographs, and various knick-knacks. From where he stands, he can see a small room with an upright piano and guitars hanging on the walls. The exterior walls of Jo's apartment are brick, and everything else is set in jewel tones. He likes it. It's dark and cozy, and from what he knows of Jo so far, her living space matches her well.

When she returns, Jo is holding a stack of blankets and pillows. She sets them on the ottoman and moves across the room to close the curtains.

"There are some sweats and a t-shirt there that should fit you" she says, turning to Bucky.

"Thanks," Bucky says, smiling softly.

Now that they're here, in her apartment, Bucky isn't sure what he's supposed to do or say. He can still feel the heat of Jo's lips on his, and he's painfully aware that the condom Sam gave him is still in his pocket.

Jo must sense the hesitation rolling off him because she crosses the room to stand in front of him and takes his hands in hers.

"Get some sleep, Sarge," she says, squeezing his hands in tandem before dropping them.

"Goodnight, Jo," Bucky returns.

_____

Bucky lays on Jo's couch in the dark beneath blankets that smell like laundry detergent. He wishes they smelled like her. He unlocks his phone and looks up the distance between New Orleans and Brooklyn. Just over thirteen hundred miles. He sighs and drops his phone onto the coffee table before closing his eyes and reliving each kiss as he falls asleep.

On the other side of the wall, Jo falls across her bed, deflated. She likes this guy. She wants him — painfully so. But leave it to her to fall for the one guy in her bar who lives half-way across the country.

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The Stars Made Us (Part 6)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)

Word Count: 2081

Warnings: angst and language throughout

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @dontshootmespence, thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong and @arrow-guy and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!

Hank had shown you to a room downstairs, in the same hall he lived on. You got up early and opened all the drapes, including Charles’s.

“What in the bloody hell?” he groaned as he rolled over, shielding his eyes with his hands. “What in the hell are you doing?”

“Making sure you get sunshine,” you informed nonchalantly.

“And sunshine will help me...how?” he inquired, pulling himself up and rubbing his eyes.

“It’ll combat a lot of your...ailments. Breakfast will be ready in five minutes, if you’d like to join Hank and myself downstairs.”

“And since when is it alright for you to barge into my home and take charge of my life hmm?”

“I told you I was here to help you. This is me helping you, with tough love.”

At your words, Charles hung his head as his arms rested on his knees that were pulled to his chest. “So, breakfast in five minutes you say?” he asked, a little bit of hope in his voice.

“Five minutes,” you confirmed before sweeping out of his room and down to the kitchen where you met Hank. He was sipping coffee and you made yourself a cup.

“So what’s on the agenda today?”

“We need to work on that serum and keep him dialed back, that’s all we can do for right now.”

Just then, Charles entered the room. “Morning, I suppose.”

“I have Earl Gray and lightly buttered toast ready for you,” you beamed, proud of yourself.

“How did you-- You remembered? I think I told you about my favorite breakfast five years ago?”

You shrugged with a small smirk. “You’re my soulmate, of course I remembered.”

He eyed you up and down before sitting at the place setting that you’d made, and you and Hank joined him at the breakfast table.

“So what are you two going to be up to today?”

“We’re going to--” Hank started before you interjected.

“We are going to clean up around the mansion, maybe go grocery shopping.”

He peered between you two, but you held a smile while Hank looked guilty.

“Alright, well that sounds… eventful.”

The three of you enjoyed your breakfast quietly before Charles excused himself and then you and Hank walked to his lab.

“So explain this serum to me,” you requested.

“It’s derived from Raven’s blood. It suppresses the mutant gene.”

“Which, for you is turning into a blue beast, and Charles it’s his telepathy.”

“Right. It took a lot of tweaking but I finally got it to do that.”

“What did the earlier versions look like?”

“Just suppression. It took away Charles’ powers, but didn’t help his legs.”

“Alright, so we have to completely rewrite this medicine then, right?”

“I suppose so,” he agreed. “What do you suggest?”

“Well, this serum targets the mutant gene. Take that target out. Leave the other abilities.”

“It’s not a cake mix. I can’t just dial certain things back.”

“Well what did you have to amp up to get his legs to come back?”

“I’ll show you.”

He took you over to his microscope and showed you two different slides. “This is the original serum, it only shut down our power for a few minutes.” He pulled it out and put a new one in. “And this is the current one.” He told you which chemicals he increased to get his legs working.

“Okay, let’s start. We need to strip this of the original chemicals. We’re basically making the opposite serum.”

“We are?” he questioned.

“Well, yeah. This serum will help him keep his powers, the original one stopped them.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“So can you do it? Do you think you can extract the one that helps him to walk so we can work on it?”

“I’ll try but it will be a lot of manipulation.”

“That’s fine. I’ll help.”

“And we’ll have to test this on Charles, you realize that, right?”

You pursed your lips in thought. “I guess so, yes.”

“And what are you going to do when he realizes he can hear more voices and walk?”

“I’ll make him deal with it. Keep this a secret though, for now. Let me deal with the fallout.”

“I’ve been trying to get him to back off this dose for a year, what makes you think he’ll do it now?”

This question wasn’t unwarranted by any means. Hank was clearly his good friend, and slightly his caregiver. All you were was a glorified pen pal so far, a long distance friend.

“Well, I hope I can convince him that he’s better than this. That before the heartache he was a driven, skilled, academic man. That he isn’t the type to give up.”

“I’ve tried that. I’ve tried the pep talk,” he insisted. “He just shuts down.”

“Well, what do you suggest?” you wondered.

“What if we tried to find Raven?”

You shook your head, laughing slightly at the idea. “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” he asked, sounding defensive.

“Well if she… if she broke his heart, what good will it do to bring her back? It doesn’t sound like she wants to be here.”

“She only broke his heart because she left, she took a different path. Maybe we could convince her to come back, or at the very least, visit.”

“Okay, and do you know where she’s at?”

This made him pause. “Well… No, not exactly.”

“Then all we’re left with is getting him comfortable in his own skin, right?”

“Yeah,” he agreed with an eyebrow twitch, acquiescing your suggestion.

You turned more towards him, putting your hand on his shoulder. “I don’t want to do it either. I know it’ll be tough. I know he’ll fight us, he may even hate one or both of us, but if he’s the man I think I know, and hopefully the man you know, he’s worth saving.”

Hank gave you a slight smirk. “It’s funny you say that, while we were dealing with the students and recruiting other mutants, Charles used to always say, ‘Just because someone stumbles and loses their way doesn’t mean they're lost forever.’”

A soft smile grew on your face. “Hmm, how ‘bout that…” You took a deep breath. “Well? Shall we get started?”

He nodded and sat to work. You were right beside him all day in the lab, helping collect samples, create small samples, and help him with the process. When it was nearly nightfall, you took a break and were walking to your room when you noticed Charles in a room that appeared to be a library.

“Find any good books?”

"They’re all very good, I picked them,” he noted, his eyes not leaving the book he was scanning.

“Oh, then I’ll be sure to check every one of these out while I’m here.”

“You intend on staying then?” he inquired, still with his face in the book.

“Yes. Hank asked me to stay.”

“Last I checked, this wasn’t Hank’s home,” he reminded in a chilled voice.

Suddenly you were nervous, worried he would kick you out. “I just thought it might--well he thought-- we both thought--”

"Relax, I trust Hank to keep me safe and keep unwanted guests away" He eyed you up and down for a moment before returning to his book. “I guess you aren't unwanted.”

“Thank you...I know this… I know it must feel like I’m intruding. I guess I just… I couldn’t help it. When I saw your name on my arm, I dropped everything to come find you.”

He closed his book and turned to you. “I don’t find it intruding. I find it… heartwarming and refreshing that you care that much.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“I guess I didn’t really want to accept that even my soulmate could mean that much to me. I was just worried if I accepted you with open arms, there was still the chance you’d reject me on account of… well everything else.”

“I was worried you would reject me,” you countered with a slight smile.

“Reject you? What on earth for?”

You shrugged. “My appearance, my voice, my height… I don’t know, anything you might’ve found off putting.”

“Those are only skin deep. I’ve known your mind for far longer and I’m very impressed and pleased with it,” he noted with a warm smile, as he leaned closer to you.

“The same could be said for you and your so-called problems,” you reminded.

“Yes, well, the humans haven’t given me much reason to think anyone is truly on our side,” he muttered with disappointment.

In a sweet request, you said, “Tell me about them, your powers?”

He peered at you with amusement and curiosity burning in those crystal blue eyes of his. “Now why would you want to know about something silly like that?”

“Because up until yesterday I thought I knew everything about you. I told all my family and friends about you, and now there’s this huge part to you that I didn’t know. I feel like there’s a whole chunk of a personality I’m missing and… well, quite frankly, it’s a lot to wrap my head around. I feel like I love two different people right now.”

“I… could see how that’s possible, yes. You know I want to apologize about leaving you in the dark for a year. That wasn’t fair of me. I knew you were worried. I, uh, saw all the texts.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about being a bit neurotic and obsessive, I just--”

“No need to apologize, I’m the one that disappeared. I would’ve done the same thing. You had no idea what happened to me.”

“You really had me worried… You still do. I wish I could help.”

He smiled faintly.

“So you want to know about my powers, hmm? Well let’s see. They came when I was nine…”

He proceeded to tell you all about his powers appearing to him when he was small, and until he was twelve, he had no idea the voices were outside of his head. How his family had abused him partially because of his powers, obviously something you didn’t know before. He explained what they were, what he could do. That he could read minds, pull memories out, ‘freeze’ time, cast himself in astral form. He was quite the man of many tricks and you were beyond intrigued.

“That about covers what I can do; when I’m not on meds and alcohol, that is,” he noted with a quick smile before standing. “Speaking of, I’m grabbing a drink. Care for one?”

He was already on his way out of the room to the small wet bar in the butler’s pantry.

“Oh, I don’t know. I don’t think I should,” you said, a little nervous. Truthfully, you were afraid if you got too much to drink in you, you might be tempted to do something you’d wanted to do since you arrived.

“What’s the matter, something against doctor-patient drinks?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I--That’s not what this is,” you firmly told him.

“Isn’t it? You’re a psychiatrist who's trying to get me better, I’m pretty sure that’s what it is.”

“No, I’m not your doctor. I’m your… well right now I’m just your friend.”

“Right,” he agreed, holding up a Waterford crystal drinking glass, “and friends drink.” He handed you the amber liquid and you smelled it.

“Whiskey?”

“It’s nearly ten o’clock at night, think of it as a nightcap,” he suggested, walking back through the kitchen.

“I’ll think of it as a gesture that you’re warming up to me,” you remarked, some chiding in your tone.

You and Charles were at the base of the staircase now.

“Is that what you think?” he asked, leaning in, his face only an inch from yours.

Your breathing had caught in your throat. You didn’t have the words, any words, really. His soul and yours were bound, just seeing him made you melt, but you had to be strong. You needed to bring him out of whatever this was before proceeding with anything romantic.

“Then you’d be right,” he whispered, his lips brushing yours before he pulled away and walked up the stairs, sipping his drink. “Goodnight,” he called, a coyness evident in his tone.

“Charles Xavier, you will probably be the death of me,” you muttered before taking a sip of the drink and heading off to your room for the night.

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