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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 2 months ago

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As promised, chapter 5 ladies and gentlemen! Please read all tags for chapter specific warnings

Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash

Warnings and tags: 18+ only!! Minors need not interact! Adult content including: teeniest bit of angst, Sam being baby™️, in depth talk about previous parent death, processing death and guilt, smut including: oral, fingering, unprotected m/m sex, cuddling after sex, comfort, and ofc vampire!AU

Word count: 4.5k

Sam hadn’t climbed out of a window since before he was sixteen, chasing after his brothers who’d stopped inviting him on their late evening adventures after the second time he hurt himself and tattled to their parents in the morning. Even if they didn’t invite him along anymore he would still overhear their plans to escape into the night, so he would wait up long after going to bed to catch them sneaking out just so he could join. In this moment he had to admit how much he missed those times. When they were all still foolish kids running through their neighborhood kingdom like a wild pack of country strays.

Danny caught Sam’s elbow when he nearly fell, effortlessly lifting him upright before he pulled his hands away in withdrawal as Sam gave him a sideways look. “Come on, it’s this way”. Danny led him towards the woody field behind Sam’s trailer, past the deteriorating fence line that hardly stood any longer to signify the edge of the property.

After what felt like over twenty minutes of walking through tall overgrown grass and trying not to get his clothes snagged on wild branches Sam finally cracked. “Ok now are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

“I promise we’re almost there” Danny replied, growing more excited the closer they got. So much so that he barely noticed when Sam stopped, the sound of his cautious footsteps no longer crunching against fallen leaves and twigs as he came to a halt.

Danny turned around to see Sam stubbornly waiting for a better response. “That’s what you said last night. You said I promise and then I didn’t see you all night. I was worried you’d lied to me”.

“Sam I-” Danny tried to respond, but he was interrupted before he could attempt to explain himself.

“No, I don’t even know what I’m doing here, but if you’re just going to keep lying to me then-”

Sam was the one cut short this time when Danny unexpectedly grabbed his shoulders and pressed their lips together. “I didn’t lie to you” he breathed after slightly pulling back. “Please, let me show you”.

Danny held a reassuring hand out, hoping Sam would do what he absolutely should not do and trust him enough to accept it. For the second night in a row, beyond his better judgement, Sam allowed himself to take a chance.

They walked a few more minutes, hand in hand until the brush around them started to thin and suddenly they were encroaching on a freshly cut lawn wider than Sam had ever seen before.

“Whose house is this?” Sam questioned, his brows furrowing as he took in the sight of a large house with boarded up windows and years of dirt caked onto the chipping white paint.

“Well, it’s mine” Danny answered casually. “It’s been hard to find people to deliver after dark, but I managed to get a few things to come in tonight so I can start renovations”.

Sam, having realized that he spent all night sulking and had just made a scene out of accusing Danny of being a liar for nothing, started to laugh to himself. Danny, not understanding what was suddenly so funny, waited until Sam was done with his fit of giggles before cocking a brow.

“You’re like a cool vampire, right?” Sam asked rhetorically once he’d calmed down enough to continue to speak. “Couldn’t you have gotten a nicer house? You know one that isn’t like falling apart?”

Danny rolled his eyes and guided Sam across the lawn towards the large covered porch that contained the front door that looked like it had just recently been replaced. “I bought it because this is where I grew up”. He pushed the door open and allowed Sam to take the first step inside who then turned to watch as Danny followed without any invisible barrier keeping him from entering this time.

This really was his house then.

They paused in the large front room, Danny smiling with amusement as Sam turned full circle, his eyes scanning over the older interior still covered in cobwebs but sturdy to its bones. “You grew up here?”

“My father bought it in 1948 when my mother was pregnant” Danny explained, “I actually have a picture”. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small rectangular photograph with torn edges and thin lines crinkled into the black and white, handing it to Sam.

With the photograph in hand it couldn’t be denied. There was the very house they were standing in, only it had a fresh coat of paint and the sun reflected off the glass of each of the many windows. Standing in front of the porch was a man and a woman. One tall, dressed in a suit, and with the same recognizable facial structure of Danny. The other more petite, wearing a dress that reached mid calf, and holding a tiny baby in her arms.

“This is you?” Sam started to get a bit excited about the unexpected baby picture, but then it hit him. “Wait, 1948? Are you going to tell me how old you are this time?”

“Twenty four” Danny answered matter of factly with a smirk.

“Right”. Sam handed the picture back over and Danny offered to show him around, all the while Sam couldn’t stop himself from feeling as if this was all a dream. That he’d actually gone to bed and he was making all of this up after having spent so much time thinking about Danny today.

Everything made sense from the moment he left work. He made it home, took a shower, had a sandwich, and then he went to bed and started dreaming this wild fantasy that Danny, a vampire he’d only just met, conveniently lived in an old and slightly creepy house hidden in the brush about a mile behind his trailer.

Only he really was here, he knew because he could smell the dust collected in the corners, hear the squeaky wooden floorboards beneath his sneakers with each explorative step. Feel the eyes carefully watching his back as they shuffled in and out of empty rooms in various states of repair.

They had nearly visited every room, all but the one Danny had been saving for last at the very end of the hallway on the second floor. “And this one,” he began as he gripped the cloudy antiqued crystal knob and pushed the door open. “This was my bedroom”.

Sam looked up at Danny with bright curious eyes that flickered into the shadows of the room, lighting it up from just his very presence as he took a step inside. “Like your room from before?”

“Yeah, this one was mine” Danny smiled, standing back and letting Sam explore so more. There wasn’t much to really look at. Some of the floorboards were coming up, his bay window which usually overlooked the front yard was boarded up with plywood, the contractors not having gotten to fixing the upstairs windows yet. The room, like many of the others, was clear of any furniture besides a bed frame still in pieces and a mattress fresh from the plastic left laying on top of a tarp to fluff out.

“I mean it looked better than this last time I saw it”.

“No, no, this is nice”. That was clearly a colorful lie, but despite the place being practically a dump Sam was still more than happy to have been invited over. “So you’re renovating then? How long has the house been empty?”

“Oh thirty years or so. I was surprised to see it was still in my family’s name. My parents and sister ended up moving to another state but they never sold so the house just sat here empty. People started to break in, steal things, trashed the place. You wouldn’t believe some of the things I picked up out of here when I first moved back in”.

“This isn’t exactly the best side of town anymore” Sam added, thinking about how pissed off Josh and Jake were when they first saw where he’d relocated to after leaving their parent’s house.

“Maybe it’s not, but it’s still my home. I want to bring it back to its former glory”. Danny pushed off the wall he’d been leaning against and made his way over to where Sam now stood at the center of the room, stopping to gather up Sam’s hands into his own. “That’s why I didn’t come to you sooner tonight, I was here working with the contractors. They had a lot of paperwork for me to sign and the delivery was delayed, I didn’t expect it to take so long. Will you forgive me?”

“No” Sam answered shortly, causing Danny’s once soft features to pull into worry. “I won’t forgive you that easily, but you can make it up to me”. He pulled his hands free of Danny’s grip and grabbed a hold of his t-shirt, tugging him closer until their lips smashed together.

They kissed like that for a moment, hungry and hurried until Sam broke away first, leaning onto his toes to whisper into Danny’s ear. “Take your pants off”.

Danny stared with wide eyes as Sam backed away, slipping the tiny tortoise colored buttons of his sleep shirt through their holes. He kicked his shoes off in the middle of the room, not even worried if his bare feet would get injured on the unfinished floor, until he felt the tarp where the mattress lay.

Sam lowered himself down onto the bare, hardly even an excuse for a bed, with his shirt discarded and waited patiently for Danny to join. Danny, mesmerized by Sam’s beauty and slightly dumbfounded by how this amazing person had somehow walked into his life and was already turning his entire world on its axis, began to take a step forward.

“Un-uh” Sam, sat up on his knees and pointed, holding his ground until Danny got the memo.

Reaching down he unbuttoned his pants, slid his thumbs into the waistband, and pulled them down his hips until they were dropping to the floor. Danny then reached behind his shoulders and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside as he stepped out of the puddle of discarded clothes.

Sam’s eyes zeroed in on his dark, fuzzy, happy trail as Danny continued to move forward, his mouth watering at the sight of the bulge already forming behind his underwear. He’d already seen it last night, but admittedly he was a little distracted with everything else they had going on to really get a moment to explore his body the way he desperately wanted to.

Not tonight.

Sam reached out for him, his fingers meeting the thick of hair decorating his navel. He expected the skin to be warm, body temperature, but it was cool to the touch. It was almost jarring, but he inched forward and flattened his palm, allowing himself to get used to the feel before he started to move lower.

Danny’s breath caught when Sam slipped his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulling the front down until his generous length was springing free.

“Put your hands in my hair” Sam muttered, so quietly that if Danny didn’t have stellar hearing he might not have been able to understand. Only he understood completely, so he ever so gently weaved his fingers through the silky tresses at Sam’s temple as he closed the small gap left between them, taking him all the way into his mouth.

Sam swallowed to get his gag reflex used to the full weight against his tongue then began to bob his head, slowly at first but gaining momentum quickly. It had been a while since he had given oral to anyone, but his eagerness to please Danny overcame the slight embarrassment he initially felt at the slurping and sucking sounds echoing in the otherwise quiet room.

After their first night together Danny should have expected that Sam would know how to make him feel good, but with him pulling out all the stops sucking and licking and stroking him with near expert care, Danny knew he wouldn’t last long this way. So he tightened his grip around Sam’s strands and pulled him off, making him moan and whine at the same time as a dribble of excess spit rolled down his chin.

When Sam looked up at him with tears in his eyes from having taken him so far, Danny lost it again. Their lips came crashing back together as Danny dropped to his knees as well and joined him on the mattress, hands grabbing at his hips to grind their fronts together while he devoured his perfect mouth.

“Sam” Danny groaned as this enchanting man continued to kiss hungrily anywhere his lips fell, his nimble fingers gripping and pulling at lean muscle to bring them impossibly closer. “Slow down beautiful” he tried to urge, but Sam purposefully ignored him until Danny was wrapping his hands around both of his shoulders and tugging their bodies apart.

Even in the dark Danny’s eyes fell to the one part of Sam’s body he’d been avoiding. His brows pinched with guilt when he saw the dark bruises surrounding two puncture wounds in the very early stages of healing right on the side of his neck, just barely hidden behind his curtain of tousled hair. “Sam, you should be taking it easy you lo-”

“Lost a lot of blood” Sam finished his sentence for him, unimpressed (though notably not unpleased) by Danny’s tedious attention to his wellbeing. “I know, but I went to the hospital and got some iron pills. I’m already feeling a lot better”.

Sam tried to lean in for another kiss, but Danny’s hands on his shoulders didn’t budge. In fact he held him back even further as a look of panic washed over him. “You went to the hospital?” Danny questioned in shock. Had he taken more than he thought he had? Sam seemed fine last night, but he was more lost in the feed than he usually was, maybe he’d overlooked the signs because he was so happy Sam had seemingly enjoyed it.

With a heavy exhale Sam shrugged Danny’s hands off of him so he could explain a little further. “I went to the hospital for lunch. My brother works there ok? I convinced him to give me some because I read online they were good for vegetarians”.

Danny stared at Sam while he took a moment to mentally process what he’d said.

So Sam was fine? He didn’t hurt him?

Sam watched back as Danny’s expression changed from concern back to something easier, relief. When Danny didn’t try to push him away again Sam made a show of hooking his thumbs into the matching sleep shorts he still wore, and inched them downwards until a small patch of light brown public hair was starting to show. “So, will you stop worrying about me and we get back to you fucking me?”

The confidence he emit with his lewd display made Danny think Sam must usually get what he wanted, and who was he to deny a man so hell bent on driving him to toss all of his rules out the window and think maybe, just maybe, he could build a life here again. In a haste like before, Danny returned his hands to Sam’s waist, lowering him down onto the mattress as he captured his lips once more.

Lifting his hips, Sam helped Danny pull his bottoms the rest of the way off, feeling the chilly night air that blew through the boarded up windows and caressed his bare body.

“Just tell me if it gets to be too much” Danny asked as he scattered kisses across Sam’s chest now, but when Sam only hummed in indifference he stopped again to face him with a look that meant he was serious. “Really Sam,” Danny cupped his cheek, demanding his undivided attention. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you, please”.

Sam, usually one to never back down, always feeling like he had to prove his capabilities, stubborn beyond what was good for himself, bit the inside of his cheek and nodded. “Okay, I will”.

Satisfied now with his answer Danny resumed where he had left off, making Sam’s body shake in anticipation as his mouth latched onto a perky nipple. He reached between their bodies next, his fingers brushing against the plushness of Sam’s tip already leaking the first beads of pearly precum.

Unable to take the teasing game any longer Sam grabbed the same hand now wrapped around his aching cock by the wrist and Danny watched in love-struck awe as he pulled his first two fingers into his mouth and sucked them with just as much lustful enthusiasm as he had when he’d been on his knees. When Sam finally released Danny’s fingers, he had already gotten the message. Spreading his legs wider Danny positioned the now spit covered fingers at Sam’s entrance, waiting until his breathing had steadied out before pushing one slowly inside.

Sam cried out at the dull pain, but it subsided quickly and the beginning prickles of pleasure started to tickle his brain as Danny took his time opening him up. “You’re gonna feel so good” Danny’s voice was low and muddled by desire, and the sound of it only turned Sam on even more.

“I want it now” he begged, letting the tiny sliver of nail on his fingertips dig into Danny’s back in a feeble attempt to ground himself.

“Just a bit more beautiful boy,” Danny leaned forward, diving tongue first into Sam’s moaning mouth and doting on him for just a little while longer knowing full well that when they were finally connected for the first time he would have to direct all of his focus to restraining himself from overdoing it.

Sam pouted against his lips, but when Danny angled his fingers and pushed them both in even harder as far as they could go his mind went blank and jaw slack before a long guttural moan came pouring out.

“I think you’re ready now” Danny smirked, easing his fingers free while Sam was still lost in pleasure and lined himself up. When he began to push inside Sam came back to life, his legs coming up to wrap around his hips effectively making Danny bottom out faster than he’d prepared himself for.

Danny could feel Sam’s heart beating rapidly like a trapped bird frantically flapping its wings. He could hear his breathing getting caught in his throat, weak moans and a string of expletives falling free like a babbling brook at the foot of a waterfall while he adjusted both mentally and physically to being completely filled. And the warmth, Sam’s heat radiated from his body, tiny diamonds of sweat starting to surface across the planes of his smooth skin mirroring the early morning dew.

That was Danny’s favorite part of the night. He loved to admire the stillness in the earliest of the morning, just before the sun came up and he had to hide himself away. He felt most like his former self in that tiny window of time, and now as he looked into the eyes of a man he never expected would be capable of making the world stop for him.

At least that was until Sam started to squirm underneath him, then Danny felt everything come rushing back all at once. He braced himself with one hand against Sam’s bony hip, the other hooking underneath his knee, and pulled nearly all the way out before snapping back in.

“Fuck, oh my god” Sam cried out again, tossing his head back against the mattress and screwing his eyes shut at the overwhelming onslaught of each thrust.

Danny’s brows crinkled in pained frustration. If it were up to him he would stay like this with Sam until the sun came up, but he knew that would be a little overboard. So instead he centered himself and gave his best effort to bringing Sam to his peak, fucking him with careful precision until he was a quivering mess.

“Don’t stop, I want to cum” Sam sobbed, just barely touching himself before his body spasmed and thick ropes of his release started to shoot across his taut stomach.

“That’s it, keep cumming just like that” Danny cooed as he slowed his thrusting to a long deep stroking of Sam’s inner walls as they fluttered with his orgasm.

A few more drops oozed out and Sam couldn’t bear it anymore. He went limp and Danny slipped free only to pump himself a few more times before his own release joined and mixed with Sam’s.

With a huff Danny collapsed onto the mattress next to a completely worn out Sam who had only enough energy left to shimmy over and curl into his side.

Danny tucked his arm underneath Sam’s head so he could use it as a makeshift pillow. “You can sleep for a while if you want. I’ll wake you before the sun comes up and walk you home”.

“I don’t want to sleep” Sam replied softly, though he couldn’t fight off the yawn that still parted his lips.

Danny chuckled, and Sam’s cheeks lit a bright rosy color as he slapped at Danny’s chest. Catching his wrist, Danny noticed for the first time the leather straps that wrapped around holding the small gold watch face in place. He examined the piece closely, not remembering seeing it last night.

“It was my Dad’s” Sam revealed as he watched Danny look it over curiously. “He gave it to me the night he died”.

Turning his hand over, Danny laced their fingers together and held Sam’s hand close, tucked safely underneath his chin. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Sam was quiet for a moment. He didn’t talk about it, hardly ever, but since he had pulled that watch out of his closet today the whole incident had been weighing heavily on his mind.

“I was sixteen” he began where he had already somewhat started last night in a hushed tone, “Josh and Jake, my brothers, were adults already. Nineteen with nothing but their entire lives ahead of them when all of a sudden they had to become my caretakers”.

Danny squeezed Sam’s hand, he didn’t want to interrupt his story, but he wanted Sam to know he was here for him.

“I had just come home from a school club meeting when we got the call. We always faught over who was going to answer the house phone when it rang, and that night Josh stepped up. I remember his face turning ghostly white, almost thought he was playing a prank when he said we had to go to the hospital- he was always one for theatrics. But after that all I remember is him and Jake yelling while I sat in the back seat. I don’t know how long it really took us to get there. Jake was speeding, that's what they were arguing about, but it felt like forever. Like time had slowed or the road had magically stretched longer… When we finally got there they told us our mom had already been rushed into surgery. Their car had been hit by a drunk driver, t-boned them on the passengers side after running a stop sign”.

Sam’s voice started to tremble, his inability to keep his emotions under control the very reason why he didn’t talk about this, but Danny only pressed a reassuring kiss to the back of his hand and waited for him to continue.

“She was a nurse at the hospital, everyone loved her, so when she came in they all focused their attention on helping her. My dad was driving so on the surface his injuries weren’t as bad. He insisted he was okay, just worried about my mom like everyone else. My brothers saw him for a minute then they left me with him to go fill out some paperwork and try answering some questions for the police. I could hardly look him in the eyes because I knew if I did I would start crying, so instead I stared at his watch. He noticed, so he gave it to me then sent me to go check on how things were going. Said he wanted to rest his eyes because he had a headache. Next thing I know nurses are running over to him trying to stop the convulsions. His head had hit the window during the impact and he’d been bleeding the whole time, but no one caught it”.

Tears finally started to slip quietly from Sam’s eyes, and he paused to use his free hand to wipe them away. “If I had just told someone his head hurt, maybe they would have looked at him better. If I hadn’t been so scared I could have spoken up for him and maybe he wouldn’t have died too”.

Danny finally felt the need to step in, pulling Sam even closer into a comforting embrace. “No, no, don’t do that. You couldn’t have known. No one knew, you can’t blame yourself for that”.

“I know” Sam sniffled, he’d already tried every which way to stop internalizing the guilt he felt from that night and let it go, but nothing had worked yet. “I just wish he would have taken his injuries more seriously, but we were all so worried about my mom no one was really paying attention to him until it was too late”.

With Sam’s confession, Danny felt his own phantom pain start to rear its ugly head in the front of his mind again. He wanted to comfort Sam, but the only way he knew how was to share his own experience. “I understand how you feel, but I also know what it’s like to desperately want someone else to be helped first”.

Sam turned his head, looking up at Danny with round teary eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I’ve been in that position before” Danny led further. “The night I died”.

Sam shot up, bracing himself with his palms against Danny’s chest as he stared down at him with tear stained cheeks. “The night you- Will you tell me?”

“Do you really want to know?” Danny wasn’t against telling Sam the story of how he came to be the way he was. He was only concerned some of it might be a little triggering, but Sam nodded eagerly. He folded his arms and tucked his hands behind his head. “Well, where to start?”

Sam settled back onto his side with his own hands clasped in a prayer position underneath his cheek. “The beginning”.

“The beginning…” Danny echoed, reaching far back into his vast memories for exactly where ‘the beginning’ was. “That would have to be the fall of 1972, the last year I spent on this earth as just a regular human, just like everyone else. I’d begun my first year at Vanderbilt, medical school like my Dad had before me”.

“Vanderbilt?” Sam gawked, “like the one in Nashville? The Vanderbilt?”

“Yes,” Danny smiled, though the fondest of memories he had from that time had nothing to do with school.

“The Vanderbilt”.

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angelst4re · 2 years ago

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It makes me so happy to see someone as feral over Jamie as I am🤣 could I please request another Jamie x trans masc!

Reader has never had a proper relationship before because people fetishise the fact he is trans rather than seeing him as a man (fucking RELATABLE) but after a few dates and some reassurance from our fruity Jamie, they become an item and Jamie introduces him to the cast of stranger things as his boyfriend <3 (let's say they're preparing to film season 5 and Jamie is bringing his boyfriend to set for a few days <3) sorry this was long asf <3

ofc!! we're all feral for jamie here my love!! also i ended up writing quite a lot for this!!!

First Dates- Jamie Campbell Bower x transmasc!Reader

summary: you were drunk at a party and overshare to a man you just met, which happens to lead to a relationship...

warnings: none?? :)

notes: transmasc!reader has my heart!! i do so much research whenever i write for different readers because i feel like everyone deserves to have a fic where they actually ARE the reader, as i know how special that can feel (even though that sounds so silly!) so i hope you like it!! <3 (p.s i haven't proof read this and the majority was written when i was overworked and underpaid and EXHAUSTED so bare with me, I'll be editing it soon!!)

‘Hey I’m going to a party tonight, if you’re not up to anything I’d love for you to come with me! :)’��

You stared at the text, thinking of how to say no politely. But you knew it would be good to get back out, and perhaps even meet someone new.

You were let down yet again by a guy you were talking to on tinder. You didn’t think it would’ve gone anywhere anyway, but you were still quite upset by it. You really liked him.

You texted your friend back, telling them to let you know when it starts and where it is, but they offered to pick you up from your house at 6, so you quickly jumped into the shower and got ready.

You never really cared for parties, the music was too loud and the conversations were too boring. But this one felt a bit different, and there was a guy who caught your eye. You could’ve sworn you recognised him, you just weren’t sure where from.

You told your friend he looked rather hot, and they immediately dragged you over to him to introduce you.

“Jamie! I didn’t know you were going to be here!” They smiled, glancing at you before continuing, “this is my friend, y/n! He said he thinks he recognises you from somewhere.”

The two of them chuckled, as if it was some kind of inside joke, but Jamie then reached his hand out to shake yours.

“I’m Jamie,” he smiled, “you’ve probably seen me on-”

“He was the guy from stranger things! Remember?!” Your friend tried to explain, but you didn’t have the guts to tell them you hadn’t watched the newest season yet.

“Oh!” You pretended to realise, “so how do you two know each other?” You asked, trying not to mess up your words as you felt Jamie’s eyes on you as you spoke, yet you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Through my brother, Sam.” Jamie said.

“Remember Sam? My old friend from-”

“Oh Sam!” You didn’t have to act this time, “I remember him, how is he?”

Jamie answered, telling you how he’s really focusing on his music at the moment, and that he’s currently away so he couldn’t be at the party tonight. The two of you continued to talk, and your friend slipped away at some point, leaving the two of you alone. He was such an easy person to talk to, and you felt comfortable speaking to him, unlike many other people you’ve met at parties.

You got onto the conversation about his career, and you had a sudden realisation.

“You were Jace?!” Your eyes widened in shock, as Jamie grinned and nodded his head, “no way!”

“Well, you better believe it! I’ve still got the ring from that movie.”

“What?!” You did have quite a few drinks, and they seemed to have hit you all at once. And then you suddenly felt something, it felt like guilt in a way, as if you knew this moment wouldn’t last, something was going to happen, it made you feel a little sad. This is how it always went.

“Hey,” Jamie smiled softly, “is everything okay?” He asked. No one has ever asked you that before and sounded so sincere. He was truly something special, you could already tell.

“I need to tell you something." You began, already beginning to feel overwhelmed by thoughts rushing through your head, "I don’t want it to change anything, I don’t want you to think-”

“Hey, hey, don’t work yourself up, love.” He said, sensing that you were getting overwhelmed by what you were trying to say, “what do you need to tell me?”

“I’m trans.” You blurted out, "I don't want- I mean, I knew I had to tell you now because, you see, I’ve never been in a real, proper relationship and... well, I went on a date the other day, I really thought it was going well but- shit, all the dates I’ve been on have ended terribly," you knew you were rambling on, but you couldn't stop, the alcohol in your system seemed to have taken over. "I’ve never been out with the same person more than once. They don’t see me as me, y'know, it's so obvious they just want to get in my pants. I’ve never actually spoken to someone the way I’ve spoken to you, knowing that's all you want. Knowing what they're thinking just feels so... I can't explain it. But with you I feel comfortable, I don’t know, it just feels different- Oh fuck! I’m so sorry! I’m oversharing and we’ve only just met and-”

Jamie took your hands into his, causing you to stop speaking, and your eyes met his. He rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand, and began to speak.

“Thank you for telling me,” he smiled, “and don’t ever apologise for oversharing, I do it all the time, it can’t be helped… If you want to talk about it I’m here to listen. Don’t bottle things up, okay? Trust me, it’s a terrible thing to do. We all need someone every now and then.” He paused for a moment before carefully asking, “so y/n is the name you choose to go by, right?”

You couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face as you said yes, and told him your pronouns. He really made you feel so comfortable, and so safe. You found it hard to believe you’ve only just met.

You spent the rest of the night talking to Jamie, you shared things you thought you would regret with him, but he was perfectly comfortable talking with you. And nothing changed after you told him about everything, which was extremely rare for you.

Jamie really was something special.

At the end of the night, you had already begun sobering up after having something to eat, and you began to apologise to him again for oversharing, as the two of you had only just met, but it felt like you had been friends for years.

“Do you know how you’re getting home?” Jamie asked as everyone had begun to leave.

“Yeah, my friend’s taking me back. It was really nice talking to you tonight. And thank you again for listening to me, I think we both needed someone to talk to. Sorry if I-”

“Don't finish that sentence!" Jamie chuckled, "I told you earlier, you don't need to apologise for anything. Tonight was really fun, it's been nice getting to know you,” he smiled, “I’d love to meet up with you again. Are you free on Friday? I was thinking maybe I could pick you up and show you that record store I was talking about?”

“Sure!” You grinned, “what’s your number? I’ll let you know when I’m about!”

You handed your phone to Jamie and he typed in his phone number, and even took a silly picture for the contact photo. You smiled to yourself as he handed it back to you.

“Text me something quickly, I want to make sure I put the right number in.”

You sent him a ‘hello :)’ and his phone pinged.

“See you on Friday, Jamie.” You said, spotting your friend waving for you to hurry up.

“See you on Friday, y/n.”

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Friday came along quicker than expected, and the two of you spent the day together. You went to the record store for a while, then Jamie took you to another store he frequently visited. It was full of all sorts of jewellery and oddities, and you enjoyed looking around. You couldn’t help but pick up a few things to buy, and neither could Jamie.

You went for drinks after, and Jamie opened up to you about his past with drinking and you suddenly felt terrible for the night you met you. However, he didn’t seem to mind, he had been sober for quite a few years now.

At the end of the day, as Jamie was driving you home, you had wondered what today really was. Was it just a fun day out with a friend, or could it have been considered a date? You didn’t think far into it, it was better that way.

“I’ve had a great time today.” Jamie said, one arm resting on the open window, his other hand on the wheel.

“Me too, it’s been fun.” You smiled.

“If you’re not doing anything this week you could always come to mine? I’ve got some friends over for a couple days but that doesn’t matter, I know you’ll love them. We could watch that movie I told you about?”

You couldn’t say no to that, and you visited him the next week. You made sure you arrived after his friends left as you weren’t sure about meeting them yet.

Jamie’s house was just so… him! There were a few horror movie posters on the wall, fanart he had been given from all different conventions around the world, many, many books. But there was one thing you wondered about.

“I remember you saying you still had the ring from the city of bones movie?” You mentioned, hoping he'd take the hint.

“Oh! That’s right here!” He grinned as he picked it up.

“I can’t believe you still have it!” You gasped as he handed it to you.

“Neither can I if I’m being honest…” he paused before saying, “it’s yours now. From one stunningly attractive man to another.”

Your eyes widened, there’s no way he would let you have it, would he?

“No way.” You shook your head.

“Try it on. See if it fits.” He said, placing his hands on his hips, almost in a sassy way.

“It does…” You furrowed your eyebrows as you tried it on, and it fit your middle finger perfectly.

“Then you should have it!” Jamie insisted, “I’m not the same guy I was when I was 24. It doesn’t fit me anymore, and it looks better on you.”

“But Jamie-”

“Nope!” He insisted, a grin on his face, “I don’t want it back, love. It’s yours.”

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A couple months passed, and you were still meeting up and going out with Jamie every week or two, and when you weren’t with each other, you were texting each other. You honestly thought he only thought of you as a friend, nothing more, when you would go out for dinner with him that was just two guys hanging out. But your friends thought differently.

“C’mon! It’s obvious he has a crush on you!”

“I don’t think so,” you said, “I thought he was straight, he’s only dated women before.”

“Are you serious? He literally said it himself that he was ‘fruity’, he gave you the ring from a movie he was in, you own two of his t-shirts, he bought the cologne you use because it reminds him of you, he takes you out for dinner, what more proof do you need! Y/n, that man is in love with you!”

“But he can’t be!” You argued.

“Why not?! You’re the coolest person I know, you’re so fun to be around and spend time with! I can see it, he can see it.”

“I just don’t think I can accept the possibility,” you admitted, “that he might actually be interested in me as more than a friend, because I’ve only ever thought of him as a friend!” You lied, you spent the last few months daydreaming about what it would be like to wake up next to him.

“Well you better accept it pretty fast.” Was the last thing your friend said before hanging up the phone.

Jamie was taking you out again tonight, and you had called your friend in a panic as he referred to it as a ‘date’. You wondered whether all these other times he had taken you out were also dates. However, they must have been for Jamie to ask a certain question during said date.

“So, I was thinking…” he began, as he was walking you home, “I really do like spending time with you, and I’ve loved getting to know you, and I hope I’m not moving things too fast but…” you could Jamie was a little worried about asking you this, and he was stumbling over his words a bit, but he did it anyway, “do you want to become exclusi- fuck it- do you want to be my boyfriend?”

You felt tears begin to gloss your eyes, happy tears of course. The question came as a shock, and you almost thought you were dreaming.

“I…I thought we were just friends-”

“That’s okay, we don’t have to-”

“No, no! That’s not what I’m saying- I’d love to be your boyfriend, I-” You couldn’t believe what you were saying, you couldn’t believe he had actually asked you.

“You would?” A smile spread across Jamie’s face, it was unlike any other time you had seen him smile. The look he gave you, one of pure happiness, is what set you off, beginning to cry. However, he wiped them away, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I know I’ll be your first, and if things go right then I may be your only, but I’ll make sure I treat you better than anyone else ever could, okay? I love you so much.”

You nodded your head, you couldn’t believe you finally had a boyfriend. You didn’t want to think about what your friends would say, you were expecting a lot of ‘I told you so’s from them.

“I was also thinking about asking you to come with me when I leave for Georgia, when we start to prepare for season 5. It’s the week that you said you weren’t at work. I thought it would be perfect, like our first holiday as a couple.” He suggested, and you smiled.

“I’d love that,” you said, “you’re such a romantic!” You teased, shaking your head as you got in his car.

“I can’t wait to introduce you to my friends- just don’t listen to anything Joseph says about me, and don’t believe anything he says about our trip to Brazil either! I only joked about him eating it, I didn’t know he was actually going to!”

You looked up at your boyfriend in confusion, and he simply smiled back at you. You both felt like the luckiest people ever, so grateful to have found each other. You could never imagine yourself with anyone else.

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“Guys this is my boyfriend, y/n!” Jamie introduced you to his castmates, you gave them a wave from your spot at the table.

You all went out for lunch after the readthrough of part of the script for the new season of stranger things. Jamie finally got you to watch season 4 with him before you both flew out, and you were hoping so desperately to see him come back as Henry. You wouldn’t have recognised Joseph without his Eddie wig if it wasn’t for the thousands of pictures Jamie had with him, and you held yourself back from fanboying over Joe Keery.

You joined Jamie and Joseph for a smoke break, Jamie quickly had to answer a call, leaving you to talk to Joseph, and as he lit his cigarette he said,

“We’ve heard so much about you,” he smiled, “you really do make Jamie happy, y’know. He texted me the day before he asked you to be his boyfriend, he was really nervous about it in case you said no. He cares for you so much.”

“Awh,” you weren’t sure what to say, but Joseph’s words really touched your heart, “I never thought it was possible to love somebody this much.” You said.

“That’s just Jamie, mate.”

“So, I was told about a trip to Brazil?” You enquired, “Jamie told me not to believe anything you say about it?”

“He’s just embarrassed because he-”

“What are we talking about?” Jamie turned around, putting his phone back into his pocket.

“Nothing!” You smiled, kissing Jamie on the cheek, “I might go back inside now, it’s a bit cold out here.”

“You can have my jacket, love?” Jamie offered, but you shook your head.

“I kinda want to get to know Maya and Joe a bit better, but thank you.”

As you walked back inside, Joseph handed Jamie a cigarette and told him,

“Don’t mess it up this time, man. He’s a great guy, don’t do anything stupid, and don't let him go.”

When Jamie and Joseph finally went back inside, Jamie couldn’t help but chuckle at the questions you were asking the others.

"I'm starting to think he only said yes to flying out with me for a free meet and greet.” Jamie said jokingly to Joseph, who also began to chuckle.

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When you and Jamie got back to the hotel room, he’d gone into the bathroom to take a shower, you stole a t-shirt from his suitcase, got changed and got into bed.

When Jamie got out of the shower, he had the towel around his hips, revealing his v-line, and you didn’t realise quite how hard you were biting your lip until it stung a little.

“See something you like, do ya?” Jamie teased, watching as your face pinked. He placed a quick kiss on your lips before getting changed. And although you’ve seen his ass a thousand times before on the internet alone, you still looked the other way to give him some privacy.

“You know, I was thinking the other day, I almost didn’t go to that party- the one that I met you at. But there was something that was telling me I just had to go, and I’m so glad I did.” You said, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Is this just because you got to meet the rest of the cast?” Jamie teased.

“No!” You grinned, followed by a quiet, “but that too.”

“I just knew from the beginning that you were going to be a big part of my life,” Jamie explained, “it’s like, when we first met it felt like I was talking to an old friend, not a stranger.”

“That’s how I felt too,” you confessed, “it’s like it was meant to be!” You joked, but there was an ounce of seriousness in it.

“Perhaps it was.” Jamie said, kissing you on the cheek as he got into bed next to you.

#jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #jamie campbell bower x reader #jamie bower x reader #jcb

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angrythingstarlight · 3 years ago

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Just imagine the look on people's faces when the 4 drunk girls who had been payed drink after drink get picked up by their hot biker boys!

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader, Biker!Steve x Reader, Biker!Ari x Reader, Biker!Sam x OFC Marcie

A/N: Part of the beefy Biker series. Written on my phone, I'll correct any errors in the morning.

Sam:

He’s so proud that Marcie got her drinks paid for even though he had to lure her back to the car with a pair of tacos and a photo of her puppy, Oreo. Then he had to deal with a sad Marcie eating her food and crying that Oreo doesn't know where she is.

The entire ride home, she kept asking around a mouthful of tacos, “What if she thinks I’m lost, Sam? Huh? Am I lost? Sam, I’m lost.”

Despite his repeated, amused reassurances that she was in fact on her way home, she never believed him until they pulled into the garage. She perked up the second she got home and saw Oreo sleeping on a sofa pillow. She was so worried about leaving him alone that Sam had to agree to sleep on the couch.

Bucky:

This isn’t the first time his girl has found herself three sheets to the wind, dancing to a song only she can hear. Drunk you is fun and flirty. And horny.

Bucky loves that you had fun and got to relax with your friends after a long week.

But now he's worried about how he's going to get a drunk you back home without you ripping his pants off.

The only reason you hadn’t lunged across the truck to get your hands on him was the fact you couldn’t remember how to work the seatbelt.

Frustrated, you tried to tempt him to come over to your side by flashing him—thankfully, for him and his custom paint job, the only thing he hit was a curb when he struggled to keep his eyes off his perfect girls peeking out of your bra. “Gorgeous please put the ladies away."

He laughed when you pouted after he refused your brazen request to pull over because you had something to show him.

He promised to let you do whatever you wanted to him when he got you home because knows you’ll be asleep the second your head hits the pillow.

By the time he carried you into the house and up the stairs, his right butt cheek was red and sore from you slapping it-Bucky actively encouraged you to do it because it kept you occupied but now he's going to have a conversation about you holding back on him in the morning.

Bucky managed to get you makeup off and tucked you in with only three bite marks on his shoulder and one large hickey on his throat.

Steve:

He's amused by how giggly you are when he comes by to pick you and very surprised by how chatty you are.

Keeping quiet while you go on about the "hot biker you have a crush on" to Steve as he buckles you into his truck. He laughs quietly under his breath as you describe Steve to himself.

You're also a little bit of a thief, he saw you take one of his rings out of his cupholder and put it on your finger, it's a few sizes too big but he likes the way it looks on you.

The entire drive him, you ramble on about your fantasies. Some of them are sweet, like how you want to own your bookstore and create a space for writers and some are surprisingly raunchy-well raunchy for you anyway.

He’s very pleased to learn his shy sweet good girl has naughty thoughts about his hands. And now he knows how often you imagines him naked.

He glances at you often, smiling at the way you're lounging in his passenger seat, eyes closed, a crooked, sweet smile on your face.

Steve drove around your block until he learned every last thing he could before you fell asleep with his jacket wrapped around your shoulders, knowing you would never say any of this sober but happy that a part of you is comfortable enough to be so relaxed and unguarded around him.

You has no idea what you're in for now that he knows what you like.

He carried you inside your home, put you in bed and made sure to place a glass of water and some Motrin on your nightstand, leaving you with his ring, his jacket and his goodnight kiss on your forehead.

Ari and Sunshine

He finds Sunshine hyping up the girls before they get scooped up by their bikers.

When he tries to get your attention, you glare at him with bleary eyes, not recognizing the tall biker through your druken haze, and tell him that your boyfriend Ari is coming and he will crush his skull. No matter what he does, you refuses to go with him because your Bear will be here soon.

Ari has no choice but to admit—in front of the guys—that he's your man, your Bear. He crouches down and takes your face in his hands, whispering in an authoritative, embarrassed tone for you to look at him. The way your eyes lit up, your loud Bear ya found me, this guy was messing me and I need you to kick his ass okay brought a rare smile to his face.

You leap toward him, trusting him to catch you, which he easily does, and carries you out of the bar, his bulge straining against his zipper because you're now whispering filthy, sweet in his ear until you get distracted by his hair. And then his tattoos. And his hands. Ari discovers a few things about your kinks on the way home and he can’t wait to explore them when you're sober and not singing off key at the top of your lungs.

Let me know which pairing Iike to see an expanded verison of😍

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avengerscompound · 4 years ago

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The Tower: Happily Ever After - 19

The Tower: Happily Ever After An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist | Character Refrence PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 3582

Warnings: none

Synopsis: Almost 40 years after Elise Cooper first crashed into Natasha Romanoff outside the library at Columbia University, she and the Avengers are adapting to a near-immortal life together with their large brood of children. Yet things aren’t perfect. Life is moving on without them and they’re starting to discover who isolating being immortal can be.When Angela comes and asks Thor to take the throne of Asgard once more, the group leaves Earth in the hopes that they will find their Happily Ever After there.

Chapter 19: Naming Day

When we reached the twins' naming day, I didn’t feel like I was ready at all. There had been this brief rundown of the procedure that was lost in the middle of all the other things we had happening.

Thor reassured me it would be fine and as long as I just listened and followed instructions, things would be okay.

It would be my first appearance to the public as queen and mother to the heirs since Thour and Nova were born. I was a little nervous but this kind of thing was becoming a little too normal for me now. Things had changed a lot since I first bumped into Natasha all those years ago, that was for sure.

We were all dressed in white with gold accents. No one’s clothing was exactly the same, but the men were all dressed in long white tunics with buttons up the front and high collars, while Natasha, Wanda, and I were in empire-cut dresses made from a light floaty fabric. It was a change from the usual formal wear. No one had any kind of armor, and usually, there was more color involved. Loki explained that this was truly a peaceful event and that dressing for war to name a child was an ill omen. We each wore crowns or circlets on our heads - mine had a blue gem on my forehead and delicate gold wings on the sides. Some of us wore other pieces of jewelry too - Wanda had her usual array of rings, while Natasha and I had opted for bracelets and armbands. Thor had the symbol of Mjolnir around his neck, and Tony wore a watch and a couple of rings. Clint was wearing the most of all of us, with an ear cuff, choker, thick gold cuffs on his wrists and rings.

The babies were in long gowns of dark red and green. “You don’t think we’re deciding which one is the evil one and which one is the good one by dressing them in these, are we?” Clint joked as Natasha and Steve dressed them.

Thor laughed loudly. “I will make sure my brother does not hear that repeated,” he said. “These are just royal colors, and it is important that they stand out above us today as this is their day.”

When we were ready a set of guards led us down to the courtyard of the palace where three carriages were waiting along with what appeared to be dozens of horses tacked and ready to ride. I was led to the lead carriage with Thor, Steve, and the babies, while everyone else split themselves between the other two carriages. The vulparev didn’t like to be separated from the twins by too much and so they jumped in with us, and while Thor and Steve cradled a twin each, the little animals curled up at their feet.

“It’s a shame we can’t all fit in the same carriage,” I said, looking back at the other two behind us.

“Yes, this is a unique situation,” Thor said. “We discussed how to handle it. I tried to talk them out of focusing on the children’s biology, but the elders were stuck on it.”

“What will Clarke do?” I asked. “She’s not exactly a spring chicken anymore.”

“She is riding in a litter with the elders,” Thor said. “Do not worry. We were always going to take care of your friend.”

“Where exactly are we going?” Steve asked.

“To the roots of Ysgradil,” Thor said. “It is a bit of a journey, so get comfortable.”

When we were all in the carriages Billy brought Piper, Flynn, and Zac over. “Loki said to put these guys in with you,” he said as he lifted them in.

“What about Ziggy and Anna?” I asked.

Billy pointed to where Fandral was helping Ziggy onto a white pony. “Gonna try riding for a bit. They may end up in here with you. Sif said it’s a long ride.”

“Look at our grandchildren,” Steve said with a tender smile. “They’re all growing up so fast.”

“Alright,” Billy said. “You three, be good for your grandparents.”

“We wiwl,” Piper said, sitting up next to Thor.

“See you there,” Billy said.

“Are we ready?” Riley called. She sat on a large white horse by the gates. A few shouts of confirmation came from the guards. “Onward!”

She and Pietro took the lead and our large convoy followed after them. Our carriage went next, followed by the other two. Loki, Sif, the warriors three, and our children all rode their horses beside the carriages, and behind them the guards.

The convoy pulled out into the streets of the city. People lined the roads cheering as we passed and then joined in at the end, and soon thousands of people on foot and riding weaved through the streets and out into the forest beyond.

As we moved along, up into the mountains people would approach and speak to us. Thor was who they mostly sought out - mostly telling him that they were glad he was back, and congratulating him on the birth of the twins, though they did speak to me, Steve, and the little ones too, and I saw them walking alongside our children and having longer conversations.

It was a long trip and on the way up the twins were breastfed and fell asleep and Flynn, Piper, and Zak all got very hungry and restless. We ended up making a little picnic for them on the floor of the carriage to help deal with both issues. Thankfully having the vulparev with us helped to distract them and they spent a lot of time playing with the little animals.

As we reached the ruins of old Asgard where Sam and I had found the large free-standing door, Tommy pulled his horse up beside us. “Oh my god, how long is it going to take to get there?”

“We are close now,” Thor assured him. “Have some patience.”

“I could still be back at the palace taking a bath right now if I’d been allowed to run,” Tommy complained. “And now my ass hurts.”

“That was a little too much information,” I teased and he made a face at me. “Didn’t you want to hit on the Valkyries or something?” I asked. “There’s a whole group back there.”

He huffed. “They talk to me like I’m a cute little kid or something. It’s humiliating. And you know what else is humiliating? Being sent back to school and your sister who is eleven years younger than you being in the same classes as you and her being so much better at them.”

“There are few people who can compare themselves to Marya when it comes to book-smarts, Tommy,” Steve said. “She got the genius genes. She wouldn’t exactly expect to beat you at track and field.”

“I suppose,” he said.

“Having trouble fitting in?” I asked, reaching over the side of the carriage.

He took my hand and gave it a small squeeze before letting it go again. “No. I mean, maybe a little. I’m alright. I’m used to having to weed out people who are just trying to use me to touch fame or money. But here the people who aren’t doing that are either super formal because I’m a prince or they see me as a little kid because they’re all thousands of years old. But I’m sure they’re not all thousands of years old, so I’ll figure it out.”

“When they are more comfortable with you outside your ranking the age thing will no longer matter,” Thor said. “We live so long that it becomes unimportant. What is important is connections.”

“Yeah,” he said with a nod. “I mean, Becca is there too, having to adjust to it. I guess I’ll figure it out.”

“If you wish to take a step back from the classes that may be possible. We can find a role for you,” Thor said.

“No, it’s okay. I do like the idea of one day being an advisor to you,” he said. “So I’m thinking of it like college where I am learning to do that.”

“That’s a good attitude, son,” Steve said.

“Just remember, what we want most is for you to be happy and thriving,” I said. “If you aren’t, we’ll do whatever we can to make sure you are.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tommy said. “I know. I know. Thanks, mom.”

The canopy above began to thicken and it wasn’t long until we had pulled up into a clearing in front of the largest tree I had ever seen in my life. It was thicker around the base than a large house and looking up I couldn’t even see the top. It had large branches that spread out covering the entire clearing and the base was gnarled and twisted, the roots twisting up around it before burying themselves deep in the ground below.

A flurry of activity began to take place in readiness for the ceremony. As we climbed from the carriage a group of elders dismounted from their horses and began chanting below the tree, praying to the old gods and the tree itself.

The horses and carriages were moved out of sight, and around the edge of the clearing and through the center, tables were being set up with enough food to cater to everyone that had followed us here.

Those of us who were important to the ceremony were guided to the base of the tree where a series of circles had been made with colorful pebbles around the base. While Steve and Thor held the babies, the rest of our children were guided to sit in the circles, leaving the two spots free at the front free.

When things seemed to have been set up and the large crowd had all gathered around, spreading out down the road we had traveled up to get here, one of the elders stepped up onto the roots of Ysgradil and began to speak.

“We gather here at the base of the world tree for this joyful and sacred occasion that is the first rite of passage we each make as Asgardians. Let each soul truly be here that those gathered may be blended in one sacred space, with one purpose and one voice,” he called out, his voice carrying through the open space.

“Hail spirits of this sacred land, you whose beauty and power inspires us. Spirits of the high skies that guide us to stretch and grow, ancestors of light that guide us and provide us with warmth, cloud spirits that paint the sky and nourish our lands, and the cool breeze providing us with the breath of life, provide us with your blessing for these children,” he said. “Spirits of the dark soil that holds and feeds us; mud of our lands, rich and fertile which we so deeply root; rocks, stones, and gems that give us stability, plants, and creatures that make their home here with us on Asgard, provide us with your blessings for these children.”

As he spoke the elders had begun to build a shrine by the roots of the tree containing soil and gems, water, wine, plants, and things such as furs and feathers. “Spirits of the open sea that wash over the edge of the world and lap at the shores; meandering rivers, guiding our direction, birthing springs of new life, deep still pools holding us upon our journey; you the tidal waters, emerging and receding, blood and rain, provide us with your blessings for these children. Blessed be as blessed is.”

When the shrine had been finished and some incense was burning Thor and Steve were directed to place the babies in the last two circles. Icy and Inky curled up beside them, their tails blanketing the little bundles.

“We gather together at the base of Ysgradil under the gaze of our ancestors to witness this sacred rite of naming and welcoming the sons and daughters of Thor, our king, and ruler of the nine realms,” the elder announced. “We come to give thanks for the wonder of new life and to honor the task of raising these children to be our leaders.”

Two women stepped forward and moved to the opposite ends of the line of our children, one was very old and stooped, and the other I actually recognized. It was Katveil who had done the Henhalda on me for our bonding ceremony. She crouched in front of Pietro at the far end and with a fine paintbrush began to paint runes on his face. The woman at the other end of the line was doing the same to Riley.

“To know where you have come from we must first honor those that have come first to this place. Odin the Allfather and his wife Frigga. Bor father of Odin and his wife Bestla. Bor’s father Buri, first god and bringer of life to us all. We honor you here at the world tree and ask for your blessings today for your grandchildren and those that will carry your legacy,” the elder said, as the artists moved up the line painting on each of our children.

“Thor and Elise, Steven and James, Clinton and Natasha, Anthony and Robert, Samuel and Wanda, you have brought your children to this place on the occasion of their first rite. As their parents, you have principal responsibility for the wellbeing of their bodies and souls throughout the journey of their childhood. Do you agree to hold this responsibility wholeheartedly, in freedom, with love and joy, with patience and trust?” The elder asked.

“We do,” we said as one.

“Then let it be so,” the elder said. The old lady and Katveil had reached the babies and they each kneeled beside them.

“Blessed by the power of creation, this child begins his journey of life, and for his path, he is offered a name. As he grows and chooses his own way, he may accept or take another name for himself, but he is yet at the beginning of his journey. There is power in a name. It is an innovation and a prayer, a gift that is given with poignancy and emotion. What is the name you now offer your son?” the elder asked.

“Nova Modi,” Thor answered and the old lady began painting Nova's face, making the little boy whine and wriggle in the circle. Inky’s hackles went up, but rather than try and keep the woman away, he nuzzled and licked at Nova’s face to reassure the baby that things were okay.

“Nova Modi Skjodbærer, Son of Thor and his chosen consorts, prince of Asgard and tenth in line to the throne of Asgard, I present you to your people,” he said and lifted the infant into the air for everyone to see. There was a loud cheer from all gathered that carried out back to those too far to see at all.

“Nova! Welcome, Nova!” The crowd cheered.

The elder placed Nova back in his circle. “Blessed by the power of creation, this child begins her journey of life, and for her path, she is offered a name. As she grows and chooses her own way, she may accept or take another name for herself, but she is yet at the beginning of her journey. There is power in a name. It is an invocation and a prayer, a gift that is given with poignancy and emotion. What is the name you now offer your daughter?”

“Thour Katherine,” Thor replied, and this time Katviel began to paint on her. The little girl closed her eyes and made a soft ‘ahh’ sound. Icy wagged his tails happily as the baby seemed to enjoy the soft touches of the paintbrush.

“Thour Katherine Skjodbærer, daughter of Thor and his chosen consorts, princess of Asgard and eleventh in line to the throne of Asgard, I present you to your people,” the elder said and lifted her above his head.

“Thour!” The crowd cheered. “Welcome, Thour!”

A group of attendants approached our group and handed out goblets of mead and pieces of dense bread to everyone. “In order to know in certainty that the flow of this rite is done, we share, while still under the sacred tree, a celebratory drink,” the elder said. “Blessing upon each of you.”

We all took a drink and a bite of bread and then Thor whispered to me. “Take your cup to someone in the crowd, have the others follow.”

As I did that, handing my goblet and the bread to a woman in the crowd, Thor couched and dipped his thumb into the mead and pressed it to Nova’s lips. He repeated the action with Thour and then handed the goblet and bread to an old man.

As we took our places we watched as the bread and mead was passed down from person to person. The attendants followed on filling the cups if they emptied and replacing the bread.

“On behalf of Thor and his chosen, and also Thour, Nova, and their siblings whose names you all know but have only now been blessed, I give thanks to all those who have gathered here this day, in body and spirit, seen and unseen. To the ancestors of this line that have come to witness this rite, we give you thanks for your presence and your blessings. From the base of Ysgradil, we bid you hale and farewell. To the spirits of the land, and air and water, we give you thanks for your presence and your blessings. We bid you hale and farewell. To the spirit of Ysgradil the world tree that holds all the nine realms in its roots and branches, we thank you and bid you hale and farewell. Let us take a moment of silence and feel what has been gained today, that after our celebrations, we leave this place and take its gifts and memories with us and honor them fully as we honor these children.”

We all fell silent and lowered our heads. Even with the large group who were still passing the bread and mead, the only sound was the children and the wind through the trees. Finally, the elder broke the silence. “Go in peace. Blessed be as blessed is.”

Thor picked up the babies and the rest of our children got up and stretched. “I wasn’t expecting the other kids to be involved,” I said, as I took Thour from him.

“They wanted them to have the blessings too, even though they already have their names,” Thor explained.

I kissed his cheek and went over to speak to Katveil. “Hey, Kat, it’s been a long time,” I said.

“My lady,” Katveil said, lowering her head.

“Kat,” I scolded. “We’ve talked about this.”

“I’m sorry,” she said with a shy smile. “It has been a while.”

I hugged her. “I would love to spend some time with you,” I said. “If you have any. I only know Thor’s friends here. I’d like to make some of my own.”

“Oh,” Katveil said. “I would love that.”

“Will Thor know how to find you?” I asked.

“I’m sure he would,” she said with a nod, and then looking like she was summoning all her courage she reached over and played with Thour’s hand. “She is very cute.”

“Thank you,” I said. “She looks a lot like Steve. And he is very pretty.”

She giggled. “You are very attractive too. I am sure I can see some of you there too.”

“Thank you,” I said. “Come with me for a second would you?”

She nodded and I led her over to where Tommy was talking to Rebecca. “Tommy, meet my friend, Katveil, this is Tommy. Katveil did my body art back when I bonded with the rest of your parents.”

Tommy gave me a look that told me he knew exactly what I was doing and he would play along but he wasn’t happy about it. “Hey, Katveil,” he said, offering her his hand.

“Hello,” she said. “You can call me Kat.”

Tommy looked from Kat to me and then back to Kat, letting out a breath. “Kat, did you want to get something to eat with me? I am still learning what Asgardian food is good or not.”

That last bit was a blatant lie, but I appreciated that he was making the effort.

“It would be my pleasure,” she said, excitedly. “Follow me.”

Tommy shot me one last resigned look and then followed Katveil to one of the long tables.

“Mom,” Rebecca said, tutting me. “Setting up your kids. For shame.”

“Oh hush,” I laughed. “He told me that he’s having trouble fitting in and Kat is the sweetest person I’ve ever met. I don’t expect them to get married. But she will be a good friend.”

“Aww, Tommy’s got no friends,” Rebecca teased. “Needs mommy to find him some.”

“Hey you,” I scolded. “Don’t think you’re too old for me to ground.”

“I think I am,” she laughed. “But I won’t rub it in. This is kind of a hard change. It’s nice you’re trying to help. Hope it doesn’t backfire.”

I looked over to where Tommy and Katveil were discussing the different foods. Katveil pulled a face and Tommy threw his head back laughing. I had a feeling that things were going to work out just fine with them.

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Tracking Death and Magic, pt 2

Characters: f!Reader [known in this fic as Duchess], Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Phil Coulson, Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Clint Barton, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, mentions of Dr. Strange, OFCs

Warnings: Language, death, angst, and no Beta :: Notes: this was written for @captain-kelli’s #ckcomebacktour – WELCOME BACK!! :: Word Count: 10,414

Mythological + Fairy Tale Creatures AU feat. Alpha Werewolf/Vampire!Bucky, Alpha Werewolf/Vampire!Steve, Giant!Hulk side Bruce, Born Witch!Wanda, Hellhound mix!Reader

Someone is hunting down those with Fae blood in New York. And no one can figure out why or who is behind the crimes. So higher ups in the city hand the case over to SHIELD, who deals with the more difficult supernatural cases. But even after two weeks, this small elite team can’t seem to figure out where the person or persons responsible will strike or the reasoning behind it. Anyone with a drop of Fae blood is scared…scared of being kidnapped or killed. Time to call in some outside help.

Prompt: [*In Part 1*] “All of those people are alive right now - all because of her.”

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Part One

You could feel it as you walked up to the sidewalk where Cyrus had been killed. The now dried and cleaned sidewalk not hiding it’s dark shadows from you in the waning late afternoon light.

The creeping, underhanded power of the Seelie Court brushing against you.

The poison is a prominent smell to your hound side still since it’s only been a day and a half. Cyrus’s soul hasn’t lingered, so that at least is a blessing, but the conversation with your uncle and this fresh site is putting your nerves on the very edge. You can ‘see’ the faint magic outline where he died, you knew he’d be wearing his homemade medallion to ward off evil. Swallowing, you kneel where his feet would have been, reaching out with your magic.

The flashes that echo painfully through your mind make you gasp.

The cloaked figure is stealing magic. Taking it violently. To him, the more violent and quick, the better. It honestly just makes your stomach roll, the saliva building in your closed and clenched mouth.

But why? You can taste the lighter magic associated with the Seelie Court - the Court of Light - the kind that humans and others often think of when they think of the fair folk. The court thought, it doesn’t deal with humans or others unless absolutely needed…

When you told Hades you suspected a member of the higher courts on your little walk, you hadn’t anticipated to be able to feel it. The boots, the glistening silver swords, the escape when you had moved a forgotten tiny part of the sithen under the alley -- now it all makes a lot more sense now. The shiver that runs down your spine at the implications this creates. May the God and Goddess spare all those innocents involved, you pray quickly.

A henchman for the shining Seelie Court, sweet baby Jesus. What had you gotten yourself into?? What had SHIELD stumbled into??

The residual death is quick, but still it steals into you, taking away what little baited breath you had. Feeling the tears prickle your eyes as you try to figure out these new pieces of the puzzle.

Hades can’t help you - Gods can’t interfere with other pantheons businesses, good or bad.

Hades can’t save you from the other half of yourself.

It was something you had always known in the back of your mind, but the harsh slap of it hurt more than the death and falling pieces of this horrible plot. But...just maybe there could be a light in this cave of fae intrigue and murder. There are others whom you can save.

The three stolen wouldn’t be taken to the sithen, that would be too obvious of their involvement. Plus, they were fae and thus could leave as long as not put into a dungeon there and theoretically had enough power and know-how to do so. But had the cloaked figure been draining them, you weren’t sure if they could get out or away.

So, that would mean they were still somewhere close by.

The last traces of magic from the murder, Cyrus’s own traces, and your hellhound senses in overdrive to track everything - you’re drowning as the sun sinks just a tad lower in the sky, creating the beginnings of the lovely orange autumn color you adore. Fall was closer than you remembered. You can vaguely hear your name being said, like being underwater almost. Then you can smell sage, lemon and juniper - the sweet smells of the entrance to the Underworld.

The way the newcomer says your name grounds you, while Bucky calling your name brings you closer to the surface - your mate...Bucky brings you back to reality. And he’s protective and bristling slightly at the other man who is holding your arm’s firmly.

You’re looking up at the slightly blurry face of a traditionally handsome Greek man, all muscle and blurry smile, with thick black hair and sweet honey brown eyes.

“I hate your human disguise sometimes,” You grunt and turn to plop down on your ass as Bucky watches as the man lean in and proceed to lick from your chin up to your hairline. “Okay, okay...thank you Cerb,” You shove his chest gently to get him to release you, reaching for Bucky’s hand automatically. “This is my mate, Bucky. Don’t snap at him.” Cerberus gives you puppy dog eyes, his nerves calming down slightly to hold his form better. So at least now it was one face instead of the three blurry ones superimposed over each other.

“Did you just say Cerby?!” Wanda sounds astonished.

“As in Cerberus?” Natasha questions calmly. The guardian to the Underworld stands up and he’s visibly excited looking from you to Natasha and Wanda.

“Yes,” You coo. “This is my best friend in the whole world and Underworld, Cerberus. Cerberus, this is Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers is his best friend. Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Phil Coulson. Wanda Maximoff and her twin, Pietro.”

“Pleasure,” His deep voice almost has an echo to it. “Lord said you needed looking after, pup. He was right. Too close.”

“I know,” You sigh out as your hand subconsciously clenches Bucky’s a little tighter even after he helps you up.

“No,” Cerberus growls. “Close.”

“Fucking great,” You growl out in reply, anger rising.

“See anything?” Phil asks, forehead furrowed just so. You sigh again, anger dissipating as quickly as it had boiled up.

“We are in a shit ton of trouble.”

“We are aware of that, kid,” Steve states, crossing his arms over his wide chest.

“Nooo. Like real shit ton of trouble. Seelie Court trouble.” Phil lets out a string of curses as Clint’s stance gets more rigid. “The cloaked asshole is working for the Seelie Court. I can taste the residual light magic. And he’s stealing magic. That’s why he’s been killing most of them. Kidnapping the more powerful ones to drain them continuously, I’m guessing.”

“He can’t take them back to the golden sithen,” Phil states, following where you’re leading. “So they’re still in the area.”

“I think he took them where there’s more greenery and nature, it would make it more comfortable for him. Someplace secretive to drain and hide them.”

“Central Park,” Bucky reasons. “It makes the most sense. It would be easy for him to hide them there, especially if he was -” He stops as you start exhibiting nervous energy beside him, enough to upset his wolf and your scent to change. “What is it?”

“Only royalty can move the sithen,” You whisper, eyes focused solely on Phil.

“I have to let Fury know…” Phil looks at you with pity and sadness appearing in his blue eyes. “Everything.”

“I figured as much when I tasted their magic,” face contorting with a pained expression is all Bucky sees on your lovely face as you whisper the words defeatedly. He’s on edge now with your changing emotions and scents, trying to keep his eyes from shifting too much or his fangs popping out to prepare for the impending fight, the need to protect and soothe you almost overwhelming him internally.

“I’m sorry,” He offers, moving forward to squeeze your shoulder sympathetically, withdrawing the phone from his pant pocket as your free hand shoots forward to grip his wrist tightly, a plea written plainly for all to see on your almost panicking face.

“Please Phil...delay it til the morning. I can’t...they’ll -” Bucky and Steve can taste the fear that’s rolling off you now, raising his hackles as Cerberus eyes him with interest before returning his gaze to Duchess.

“I won’t let your other side harm you,” Cerby snarls, his handsome olive face contorted with anger as you wince hard. Bucky tugs you into him as much as he can with your iron grip still on Phil, soothing the pacing and snarling wolf in his head as much as he is soothing you.

That’s why you said you should be better at wording things, Bucky thinks to himself, nuzzling his nose into your hair, fangs no longer a worry as your scent shifts yet again to worry. Only now he realizes you are concerned about how he sees you.

“Do you care I’m a werewolf and vampire crossbreed 100 year old plus former assassin?” Bucky mumbles softly against your head, making you pull away to look up at him, shock and confusion making you wrinkle your forehead at your mate. Your scent shifts to calm Bucky now, eyes tearing up just a tad as his wolf shakes and settles down. Mate needs reassurance.

“No!” You release Phil’s wrist to cup Bucky’s cheek, thumb moving over the course hairs of his beard. “I don’t care what you are. You’re mine, James.” The light in Bucky’s eyes stun you with his smile, his eyes crinkling beautifully. Just radiating his happiness in that simple little motion of his elated smile, your inner hound almost dopey at the tenderness your mate is exuding.

“Then why would I care if you're half fae?” He presses his forehead down against yours, making you squeeze your eyes closed to prevent the tears from falling. “You’re my mate, Duchess. I don’t care what you are, as long as I get to keep you. Understand, doll?”

“I just don’t want to be known as one of them...as one of the Shining Court. That’s not me.” You keep your eyes squeezed close, taking comfort in your mate’s touch and his surrounding scent, blocking out everything but Bucky.

“You moving that fast with that sword was hot though,” Bucky rumbles out, making laughter just peel out of you, opening your eyes to be met with those intensive cerulean orbs.

“You’re too good,” You copy his statement from the closet earlier, smiling up at the most important person in your life.

But that comment does make you think, yanking your forehead away from Bucky to snap back to Coulson.

“Phil! It’s for my father!”

“You sure?”

“It has to be! Only royalty can move the sithen! The High Prince has probably a quarter of the fae power I do and his son probably barely enough to magically open a doorway in the sithen.”

“Wait,” Clint starts, twirling a toothpick between his front teeth before pointing it at you and continuing. “So you’re a fae princess?!”

You wince again, Bucky’s metal fingers slipping under the edge of your shirt bottom to stroke your skin to ease the emotions swirling in and around you - at least they are much more in control and subdued than minutes ago. “Technically, yes.” You admit in a defeated whisper. “My grandmother is the Queen of the Seelie Court.”

“Which is why Peter said you were ordering the cloaked man to answer you,” Steve states, rolling his shoulders to relieve some tension. Too late you realize that since Steve and Bucky are actually pack that he was getting some diluted effects of your emotional rollercoaster just now just by being so close to the two of you. ‘Sorry,’ You mouth to him as he gives you a soft smile in return.

“So that’s why the ground shook?” Bucky asked, forehead slightly furrowed at Phil then down to you. “How can you move the whole sithen?”

“Oh, I can’t. I couldn’t do that unless I was Queen and would need a whole lot of blood magic to back it up to move it. And honestly, the sithen is a living thing, so it would need to be...um...convinced. But moving pieces of it - especially forgotten or ‘dead’ spaces that the court don’t access - is fairly easy if you know what you are doing. Hades is Lord of the Underworld. Is the “Underworld” just under Greece? No. It’s everywhere AND a specific place. The same properties apply to the sithen,” You shrug as if it hasn’t really occurred to you the schematics of it all.

“Ahh, sort of like the Sanctum Sanctorum of Dr. Strange’s,” Pietro supplies, tapping a finger against his chin with a small grin.

“Yes and no.”

“I was thinking more like the jet,” Wanda supplies to her twin who frowns at her.

“So if Dr. Strange had a Sanctum Sanctorum jet?”

“Jesus. Christ.” Coulson and Natasha mutter loudly in sync, sighing and turning away slightly from the twins and Clint who is nodding along with their continued discussion.

“So could you find the piece of the sithen in Central Park?” Steve moves the conversation back to the kidnapped victims, you watching him unclench and clench his right hand slightly. You move a little more into Bucky and reach for Steve’s right hand. His head snaps over to you almost comically fast, while you just try to exude a calming energy. Bucky whispers a soft ‘thank you’ against your temple before gently reaching over to squeeze Steve’s shoulder. You can almost feel Steve’s blood pressure drop once both you and Bucky are calm and now working on calming him.

“Yeah, I could. I’ve scented the magic signature he’s used both attacking me and at the crime scenes, so shouldn’t be too hard to locate it. I mean, I won’t be exactly spot on, but will be close enough to be able to move the sithen bit to me and manipulate it open hopefully.”

“So that’s the play,” Natasha states as Phil whips out his cell, causing another spike in anxiety to roll through you, but Bucky and Steve both quickly whisk it away with their touch.

“Yes, sir,” Phil states evenly. “We may have located the kidnapped parties. I request a team to subtly clear and surround Central Park. Yes, sir.” His right eyelid gives one lone twitch. “Yes, all Avengers to the Park. We are dealing with Seelie Court involved matters. Yes, she is here and will be leading us to the kidnapped hostages. Affirmative. Will do, sir.” He hangs up to find everyone staring at him. “Tony will be bringing everyone’s gear and then we’ll head to Central Park. If you have any requests or needs, please bother Stark. I have a whole ops to coordinate.” A black suv pulls up behind him, which no one even flinches at. “I’ll meet you all in an hour. Stark will know the location.”

“Onward to probable death!” Pietro mutters with fake enthusiasm and you frown at him, Cerberus moving closer to you until his arm is brushing. The scent of sage, juniper and lemon - overlapped with the scent of coffee, cinnamon, cedar and a soft ocean breeze, things distinctly Bucky to you, even the scent of orange faintly coming from Steve - do nothing to help the pit in your belly.

How true, you muse morbidly, glancing up into sad honey brown eyes. You can both catch the faint, trace smell of death.

And you both know it’s from you.

-----*****-----*****-----

Tony had brought you several SHIELD jumpsuits in various colors: gray, blue and black, smirking as you had raised an eyebrow at him. “Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously, little hellhound. They’ll all form to fit you. Bucky and Peter mentioned swords, so I brought some thigh holsters as well as a back holster, since I didn’t know the length of your swords. Natasha has extra guns aboard the jet if you are into that. Also, we don’t have time for you two to be frisky, so -”

“Shut up, Tony,” Bucky had growled from behind him, just making Tony smile wider. Seeing Bucky in his hero suit was a whole different sexy than last night and this morning. Well, you now understood why Tony was having concerns about you two because - dear gods did you want Bucky to bend you over something and take you with that suit on. You’d be equally happy to just drop to your knees and thank your mate for this look. Bucky obviously can see and sense the changes as you are basically drooling and clenching your thighs, while having an iron grip on the dark blue suit you had been favoring.

“Remember!” Tony says loudly while shaking a finger at you before Steve comes up beside Bucky and herds the grinning man from the room where you’re surrounded by suits and weapons.

“Eyes are glowing again, doll,” Bucky purrs as he comes to a halt before you.

“Can’t help it, it’s an emotional reaction most of the time,” You breath out, a smile playing on the corner of his lips at your answer. “Used to just do it when I was extremely pissed off. Now apparently it decides to pop up whenever I’m -”

“Horny?”

“Focusing. On. My. Mate.” You insist as he rumbles out a laugh, bending forward to kiss your forehead sweetly. You tilt your head up to catch his eye again, giving him a small smile as you reach out to take his flesh hand. “But just FYI, I can smell you’re horny too. And them pants is tiiight.” He captures your lips in a searing kiss, pulling you so tight against his chest that the buckles dig into you a little, just making you all the more riled up.

“Mate,” Bucky’s voice is part plea and warning in it’s roughness after you two pull apart, you nosing along his throat, kissing the skin where your mark should adorn.

“You could leave to let me get dressed…?”

“Where the hell is the fun in that, doll? Huh?” Both of you are chuckling, touching each other as much as possible but struggling to keep it PG.

“Bucky, I know you don’t want to bring this up…”

“Don’t.”

“But this could be it, ya know? So I need you to sort of brace yourself if it does.” His back is now ramrod straight and his jaw clenched tight, but holding your gaze.

“I won’t let it happen.” The determination from your first meeting is back, but you can only muster the softest look in reply, letting the suit fall to the ground as you cup his face with both hands.

“Sweetheart,” You coo gently, watching the sadness dance in his eyes that he’s trying hard to hide. “I adore you. I trust you inexplicably. I would happily spend the rest of my life with you. To mate you, to marry you...to have a little baby that looks just like you, that’s all I want. You deserve some peace and so. much. love.” His hands are gripping tight onto your waist, you can feel the fingertips digging in as you continue. “But you know I’m marked for death, Bucky. They’ve tried most of my life to circumvent it, stop it, undo it. But death comes for me regardless. I need you to not pull away from everyone if that happens. You’ll need them. Please.”

“I don’t - I don’t want to deal with that. I can’t. I can’t lose you too. I said I would protect you and keep you safe. I’m no Alpha if I don’t try. I’m no mate if I don’t try.” You’re at a standstill, both now in emotional turmoil over this topic, trying not to let it bleed into the other. He presses his forehead against yours hard, staring into each other’s eyes. “I love you,” He whispers and it’s all you ever wanted to hear. Right now, you had all wanted right here - a wonderful mate who loved you and would try to move heaven and earth for you, who didn’t care what you were. One of the most beautiful men in the whole world who looked at you like the sun rose and set by your whim. The whole thing was unfathomable.

“I love you, Bucky,” You breathe out in reply, longing for any other outcome but the one you know is coming. “And I will love you as long as you live.” Bucky makes a noise in the back of his throat, a couple tears sliding down his cheeks as yours begin to fall freely, letting him wrap his arms so securely around you as his beautiful blue jacket absorbs your quiet sobs.

-----*****-----*****-----

The sun is nearly set, the sky streaked a hundred hues of dark pink and red as New York slowly descends into darkness.

Bucky is standing right beside you, outfit bringing out his eyes as he surveys the scene stoically. You’d chosen the dark blue jumpsuit to match his, arms brushing subtly as you stand just outside the magic lines - and sight lines from the sithen - of Central Park.

Although you can’t see them, you can vaguely sense the score of SHIELD agents and Avengers scattered on the edges of the treelines. But you can ‘see’ the edge of the piece of sithen just shy of the Azalea Pond at the center of the Ramble. Bucky had been the one with his tablet naming things off to you - you had only moved to New York two years ago after all - trying to help you narrow down areas where it could have been. You wish you had had the time for him to show you around New York, around Brooklyn, and places that still stood from when he was younger.

Cerberus is on the other side of the pond, should the cloaked figure try to escape, swathed in the grip of Underworld magic to keep him invisible and thus much more easy to herd or pounce.

Wanda is piggybacking off your abilities, twined with yours temporarily so she could sense the heartbeats of the victims now that you had a location. Sam is in the trees to the left of the pond with Peter, Steve and Tony on the right while Clint, Natasha and Pietro cut off any other possible exit points. Bruce is staying by the ambulances, ready to Hulk out should the need arise, although you could tell from his face he was radiating the bright hope it absolutely would not.

Any way the cloaked figure ran, he’d be funneled where the Avengers chose. There would be no escape. As a failsafe, Pietro would be the only one to engage with him except you, since he would be the most able to take him on with the fae speed.

You drag yourself back to reality, turning to gaze over at Bucky and steeling yourself with one last deep breath before starting down the short path to the Azalea Pond.

“Be safe for me, doll,” Bucky says softly, almost as soft as the small breeze suddenly around you two. You manage to nod, throat closing up again. The fair folk do not lie. It had been beaten into you, quite literally, when you were little at court. You want nothing more than to lie to Bucky in that moment. To reassure him you will be safe for him. But the fair folk do not lie.

Good thing you are not solely fair folk. You reach for his hand, grasping just his flesh fingertips in your grip and squeezing them hard. It’s a millisecond in time, but it seems like one of those Lord of the Rings moments that are in that slow, dramatic, longing-filled motion. “I’ll do my best, handsome.” Dropping his hand before you lose your resolve, you take the barely visible path towards the pond. Your magic is swirling with Wanda’s, your senses all in overdrive - so much so you can’t even register the smell of the flowers blooming along the landmark.

Pursing your lips, you whistle a simple five note tune that fae had used for time beyond memory.

From behind you comes that deep, craggly voice, “Greetings, highness.”

“Greetings, servant,” He gives a little hiss at the title you bestow. “SHIELD has sent me to inform you that if you cooperate, you will not be sentenced to death.”

“They are mostly human. I do not fear the humans.”

“You are not wise to not fear them,” You give a pregnant pause, making sure you give that haughty look the court loves to disperse. “If you do not accept this offer, I am to inform you that I, Princess Duchess Propolos Hekatos, will be judge, jury and - if need be - executioner.” He pushes back his cloak hood back, allowing you to finally see his scaled face. He was probably one of very few left over of those lizard scaled dwarves who stayed closer to the caverns around lakes and seas when humans first emerged as semi-civilized, with beautiful almost translucent rainbow sheened scales around his eyes and cheeks, his mouth set in a thin line with no lips.

“I was damned from the get go, princess.”

“We are only as we choose to be - it doesn’t have to be that way,” You insist, leaning a little forward, softening your eyes. Even if you disliked court life, the snobs of court who’s magic had begun to dwindle long before you were born, and how you were treated there - he was the same as you; a discarded fae. He doesn’t reply, though there is a flicker of something in his eyes, simply just unsheathes his double swords and gestures to you with his chin.

“Prepare, half breed,” Although his insult has less venom than the alley last night, you huff out a sigh at his tone. Like he’s just going through the motions. Asshat.

You shift your feet just so, straightening your spine as you wait for his move. Physically you are in that moment, but your power shifts the sithen opening to the side where Steve and Tony are waiting, causing the cloaked man to hiss, baring slightly sharpened front teeth at you. “Little bitch!” And his steel meets yours. “We will both die for this!” He snarls as he tries to drive you back towards the trees and brush opposite the pond, you holding the line as you wait for Wanda to signal you that the people had been recovered.

“I’ll deal with them when the time comes,” You growl low, blocking his blades yet again with a heavy clink, shifting just so that you can reach for Bucky’s favorite knife at the small of your back, tinged with the poison that your cloaked friend had been favoring and stabbing it into his side and piercing his lung with a squelch.

“The poison will do nothing to me,” He spits at you as you twirl your wrist to disarm him of one of the swords and slide Bucky’s knife back into its sheath.

“It will now. Dr Banner mixed it with another, a heavy iron involved one - infused with belladonna - to make you human slow,” You lean in as you block another wide swing from him with the one sword left, smiling wide. “And heal human slow.” The whole of Central Park shakes as you show your hand.

“No! NO!” He screams and hisses, attempting to swing his meaty fists at you now that he was without a weapon.

“I am still my grandmother’s first born grandchild. I am still the High Prince’s first born. I am a Princess of the Seelie High Court.” You lean in as your tone becomes more malicious with each word, watching true fear alight in his mossy green eyes. “And with all the inbreeding and decline for the last century,” You straighten up, your blue flames engulfing you as he attempts to scurry away from you, shielding his eyes against the light you emanate as he falls on his ass in the dense brush and dirt. “Let’s face it - I am probably the most powerful fae aside from the Queen of the Seelie and the King of the Unseelie.” Leaning down, fisting your hand in his cloak, you yank him back upright, snarling as your power dances behind your eyes, careful still to at least to not burn him with your flames. But watching him flinch at the heat, the basic fear all animals have towards a large flame, sets you more alight at the taste of that fear. “And absolutely the wrong person to piss off!”

“Spare me! Please!!” He screams, more high pitched than you had imagined, nearly making you wince as you see the red sparks above the tree line and see a blue clad shadow moving along the treeline coming closer to you. Pietro blurs past you, slapping old iron cuffs on the cloaked man, which sends him quite literally howling and screeching from the burn of the metal.

Your flames give off a few large flickers before they begin to die down when Pietro says that they’ve gotten the kidnapped people to the ambulance they had on stand by, Bucky coming down the path towards you with a small smile on his lips as your eyes meet. Your magic shrinks back towards you, the weight of all the magic and your now overworked abilities settling back into you, your shoulders sagging a little with relief. It wasn’t over, but once your grandmother learned about your father and half-brother then she would be the one to end it.

The look in his cobalt eyes shift quickly, widening and moving to glare directly over your shoulder, his mouth moving in slow motion as he begins to barrel towards you, you begin to turn - only to feel the jerk of your body going forward instead. A glance downward shows a shiny red tip of one of the cloaked man’s swords protruding from just under your breasts, when you hear the mournful howl echo in and around your ears - only to realize it’s three distinct howls. The tang of blood spills into your mouth in a surprised gasp, turning slightly to see who has murdered you.

Your half brother’s hand is shaking slightly as he backs away from you, surprise written on both your faces as the scent of death finally fully fills your nose.

“I never thought -” You wheeze out, taking a few shaky steps towards your half-sibling as Bucky slides to a stop before you, his boots kicking up the fallen green leaves on the grass, both hands grasping your hips firmly as his eyes wander all over your body and face, tears already tracking down his cheeks. “You would have the balls!” You finish with another wheeze, the metallic taste much stronger now.

Bucky turns you to face him as Tony and Peter keep your half-brother from escaping, the darkening greenery of the world around you narrowing down to just Bucky. It’s a beautiful world to be relegated to actually.

“No. NO. Come on, doll. You - you gotta stay with me.” His voice is raw sounding, like he’s trying to not be loud, his metal hand putting pressure on the front wound as if it would help. His forehead is shoved against yours, your entire gaze narrowed to his blue eyes and his damp cheeks as he pulls you into his lap, collapsing the both of you to the ground. It’s funny almost to you in the moment...like you can still hear his loud, pitiful howl like a haunting melody behind everything he’s saying. “Doll, you gotta...come on, gotta fight. I need you to fight. Cerberus, he - he went to get Hades and Hecate. They’ll fix it. Just hold on til they get here, okay?”

“I love you soo much, James Buchanan Barnes,” You’re heartbroken to watch him see your bloody bottom lip tremble, and the color seeping from your face. You can see him weighing all his options through his tears, trying to move your tired hand up to touch him, to comfort him.

“I love you too, babydoll, but please God, please … just stay with me.” The choked up sound of his voice makes you want to cry for causing him this pain. No amount of forewarning could have prepared you for this feeling - the feeling of slowly breaking and killing your mate.

“Mate,” is the last thing you manage to get out before you just go limp in his arms, those jewel eyes he loves so much already just staring up at the first stars twinkling in the sky unseeing. In the back of his mind, his vampire side offers up the idea which he swore to God he would never do. But all too late.

The howl that rips from his throat is pure misery and heartache, his body bowed over his mate’s, his grip still holding her in a vice. The blood cloys her scent, furthering his heartbreak.

He looks up, needing Steve on a near visceral level, only to not see anyone at all. Confusion slightly mars his grief, looking over his shoulder and all around the darkened area, but met with no familiar faces or words in his comms. Confusion gives way to his war training, the alertness on it’s highest notch as he scans around, sniffing delicately at the air as the world seems much darker now than it had just been. When he turns back towards the pond, on edge at the very tampered down scents surrounding him, he spots three almost identical women standing there with those dark pink azaleas framing behind them almost like a fresco - just appearing as if from nowhere like Hades had earlier on the street.

“James Barnes,” The one on the left begins, long dark brown hair falling freely to her waist. “We are sorry for your loss,” the one on the right continues, her hair half up in intricate braids. “But now that we have fulfilled our ill-spoken creed,” the middle speaks, all that dark mahogany hair piled atop her hair like a crown, before they all join hands as the hairs on the back of his neck and arms stand to attention at the sudden surge of power that surrounds him, his arms tensing as a wave of azalea scent blows around the two of them, bringing Duchess as close to him as possible again. “We will return our little cousin back to you.”

His mouth goes dry, forehead wrinkled in not understanding as he looks down at his mate, her eyes still open and her skin still dampened with that death pallor. Bucky gently uses his metal digits to close her eyelids, grief and nausea rolling through him simultaneously while the ground beside Bucky gives a small shake and splits open, Hades climbing so elegantly and easily from the ground below with Cerberus - in three-headed giant black dog form - with a wispy blue thing dangling from the middle head’s mouth. There isn’t even enough room left in him to be shocked, there is just acceptance of whatever this shit show was.

“Turns out, sometimes you just have to accept Fate and go through it in order to stop it,” Hades murmurs in his deep molasses voice, bending down just so, his long fingers gripping the back of Bucky’s neck loosely. “Will you accept your fate now, Bucky?”

“I’ll do anything for her,” Bucky rasps out with conviction shining in his tear-riddled eyes.

“Splendid,” Hades motions with his free hand for Cerberus to come forward. “You must take a mouthful of this first.” He orders sternly as a beautiful blonde woman, shorter than Duchess and with a more heavy hourglass shape, emerges from the crevice to the Underworld with a black and golden chalice. Bucky marvels at the tiny wild roses popping up in her wake as she walks around Cerberus to stand between himself and Hades. She sniffles as she looks at Duchess, one hand leaving the chalice as she frowns over at the Fates before brushing two fingers down his left cheek to his chin, the warmth from just her fingers seeping quickly into his icy feeling skin. He doesn’t even notice the Fates disappearing just after that, he’s so focused on the goddess before him.

“Remove the sword, Hades.” It’s gone with a wave at the woman’s order, Bucky unconsciously tightening his hold once again on his mate. “Now, Bucky, sweet little honeysuckle boy, take a mouthful of this - but don’t swallow.” She brings the cup to his lips and tips it up. “Now, when Cerberus drops her soul back into her body, kiss her and push all the ambrosia into her mouth. It’ll take a few seconds for her soul to readjust and the ambrosia to heal her before she comes back to consciousness, okay honeysuckle?” Bucky manages a jerky nod, rewarded with a pat to his cheek before she backs up towards Hades, Cerberus giving a huff as he leans down towards Duchess’s body.

“Three. Two. One.” Hades counts down, Cerberus’s light brown eyes locked onto Bucky’s before the middle head gently opens it’s very large jaw and the blue wisp floats down to her body. “Now.” Bucky smashes his lips against hers, feeding the liquid into her mouth with an edge of desperation barely restrained within him.

“Now we wa-” A gasp startles you all, her jewel-toned eyes blinking rapidly as her hands claw at Bucky’s waist where they’re trapped between them, until they’re focused on Bucky. Bucky lets loose a sob as she smiles up at him, blood now gone from her face.

“Hi handsome,” A tiny little cough to clear her throat. “Bucky,” Duchess manages to rasp out before she’s crushed to Bucky’s chest.

“I lost you,” Bucky half gasps/half sobs into her hair, the scent of blood seemingly long gone, a terrible dream from which he can now finally awaken...it was just her again. Just his mate.

“But you found me, handsome.”

Bucky manages to get out a soft chuckle as he pulls back to cup her face in his hands. “You do anything like that again, doll, and I swear I’ll -” She cuts him off with a kiss but he doesn’t miss the smile and silent eyeroll. When they break apart, she brings her hand up to cup his cheek, rubbing her thumb over his cheekbone repeatedly as Bucky just reveals in the warmth of her fingers and palms against his skin.

“You are mine,” She whispers so damn gently, like a breath of life gently fanning over his lips as her forehead bumps against his softly. Bucky understood this was her sign that everything was alright, that closeness of foreheads pressed together and reading every emotion in each other's eyes.

“And you are mine,” Bucky affirms, electricity buzzing down his spine before he smiles wide at his mate, happy to see her own smile widen as he does so. “You’re stuck with me for forever now.” She tries to feign a disappointed look and tone, to school her eyes and keep her lips from twitching up in a grin is poorly executed.

“Oh, no. What a terrible thing, Sarge,” It comes out more as a purr, lighting a warmth and fire from within Bucky, elation now bleeding as a scent out of him at this tiny but monumental moment with his mate. A deep voice clearing his throat behind you brings you both a bit back more to the present, Bucky glancing to the left as your smile stays gracing your gorgeous face.

“Welcome back!” The goddess burst out, tears opening flowing down her lovely and soft olive oval face, falling to her knees behind Duchess and throwing her arms around her shoulders, squeezing her fiercely. She even pulls Bucky closer, smoothing a hand up and down his back as she hugs both of them just this side of painful.

“Thank you, theía.” Duchess grunts out from the tight sandwich she’s in, looking over to her uncle. “Theíos, what happened to that little motherfucker?”

Hades stern looking face breaks out in a tiny smile, looking so kindly down at the scene before him as Cerberus’s three heads lap and nuzzle at the three on ground. “He’s still being held on the other plane. And speaking of which, we should return quickly. Hecate might actually kill him and start a bigger conflict than which we already have on our hands.”

“Well that answers some of my questions,” Bucky mutters just behind her right ear, nipping at the earlobe gently as Persephone releases you all, gently wiping away her tears.

“I’ll fill you in as best I can later. After someone fills me in, that is,” Duchess promises with a quick but warm kiss to his lips. Hades helps his wife up, kissing both of her palms and exchanging a long, loving look before extending his hand for Duchess, Bucky shooting up beside her as they each have a hand hold on her and help to steady her as she sways just a touch.

“Much later,” Bucky agrees with the barest hint of a nod, just needing to soothe his mate still. Frankly, just needing to reconnect and optimally be alone with his mate. Hopefully uninterrupted for at least two weeks, a month - two months would be absolutely dreamy and very, very far fetched with all the shit they’ll have to deal with afterwards regarding this case. But Bucky would move whole cities to make good on what she’d said to him aboard the jet too. Finally get him some of that apple pie life that he, Steve and the Commandos had talked about all those years and years ago.

He watches as you roll your neck, gently pushing away one of Cerby’s heads to shake both your arms out before reaching up to finally scratch at each of Cerberus’s heads one by one, kissing at their muzzles with gusto as the giant hellhound wiggles it’s butt with abandon. “I didn’t get that warm of a welcome,” Bucky remarks with a smirk, his mouth breaking into a wider smile at the look she shoots him.

“Because that is something personal you’ll get later on, Sarge,”

“Geallaidhean, an dannsair beag agam,” Bucky growls softly, making sure to seal it with a deep, hard kiss. Promises, my little dancer. She looks a little flustered when they break apart, eyes not as focused as before. He knows she can smell the very pleased scent rolling off of him at her reaction.

“Such an Alpha,” She mutters with a teasing eye roll, keeping her hand on his chest. “You wear that jacket and you can have whatever you like,” comes the whisper against his lips, a soft growl punctuating the end before he takes another kiss. “Okay. Okay. Now, let’s go shank the little fairy prince,” Baring your teeth is more cute to Bucky than terrifying initially, but knowing what you’re capable of does make it scarier. And sexier, he wasn’t going to lie to himself. He loves that his mate is that intimidating.

And quite honestly, what will be more scary to the little prince than someone he feared and loathed coming back after watching them die? What's more, coming back for their retribution on him from the other side. Bucky can bet anyone that it’s not a hell of a lot actually.

“Brace yourself for it,” She whispers, hand wrapping tight around his metal one. Bucky feels a tug at his navel as the whole world around him seems to lighten at least ten shades, the overwhelming scent of blood returning, along with the pond waters, and Steve suddenly all fill his nose at once, Steve’s hands suddenly wrapping just this side of painful on his upper arms.

The scent of confusion and awe fill the area around them like a sudden breeze, the fair folk Prince calling for the God and Goddess to protect him in a whisper which might as well be a shout in the eerily quiet park. It seemed like even the regular wildlife noises in the Park had shown restraint, watching the otherworldly conflict in reverence.

“Did you miss me, brother?” No one on the other side of Manhattan could mistake the venom in her voice for anything other than deadly.

“You don’t understand!” The man - if you could call him that, no one in Central Park would though - shouts defiantly with a slice of whining at the end, his pupils blown as his eyes dart around the small clearing with barely restrained panic, nearly everywhere but on Duchess.

“Spare me your bullshit, Bradye,” Duchess growls, the lights beginning to dance behind her eyes as she moves closer to him, leaving her mate behind her. She smiles a bit triumphantly, maliciously. “You have come into this realm and by doing so are now subject to its rules and punishments. That useless title you hold will do you no good.” A few tsks come from her, “For you will face a death punishment either way. Hecate has requested the Queen come here and you and our father will pay for, let’s see, eight deaths and three kidnappings.”

“The fair folk do not lie,” He reminds in a taunt, thinking he’s won something. Her dangerous smile makes his millisecond of gloating worthless.

“Oh, of that I am well aware. I was schooled in that rule with leather. And steel. And sharp blows...and I think it may have slipped your mind, but I DID die. Charon saw me waiting upon the shore of the River Styxx. And he cannot lie about the souls he sees and ferries. Is the shaking of your hand as you drove your servant’s blade into my chest so quickly forgotten? Don’t worry,” Flames begin to gather around her ankles, slowly creeping upward like a nonsensical dance. “I have worked with SHIELD to document all you and our father have done. Did you know that there are some cameras opposite where your servant was seen entering and exiting? And that it has files that date back to before the first murder? Where you can make out two male figures walking into the park and it has a slight shake to it? Almost like an earthquake...or perhaps even a sithen moving…” The color drains from his already pasty face as Duchess strides closer, the blue and white flames now licking up her hips and lower back. There is a slight odor of urine, making Steve and Bucky both wrinkle their noses as Tony takes a small step away from him.

It’s a power move, not just the ever shifting flames but Bucky can clearly spot how sharp her teeth have grown, how her midnight blue fingernails are now black pointed tips. She’s allowing her fae side out as well, those multicolored lights bobbing and dancing behind her irises as each step she takes results in tiny little faerie rings, the tiny flowers blooming in the colors of the pinks, greens, and light blues that dance behind her eyes as small little beings descend from the trees and pixie-looking fae flit from the flowers around the Azalea Pond.

“You have no proof,” The haughtiness returns, looking down at Duchess, and had his voice not shook, might have pulled it off. He also eyes the fae joining the group in the clearing around the pond, his eyes catching sight of the faerie rings behind her and the shock that shows in his eyes is nearly equal to watching her appear back on this plane - alive.

“You hear that, Grandmother? Everything I asked Hecate’s handmaidens to give you is not proof.”

Bucky will remember that look forever. The snapping up of his head so fast it looked like it hurt, the look of complete and utter stunned surprise that seems to echo through and around him and actually make a tremor run through the little slimeball as Fury, Coulson and a lovely looking older woman with hair that went from silver at the top of her head and slowly gained a darker red as it came to rest at her waist came behind him into the clearing.

“I have heard all in this park. I have watched your hand slay your sister.” There is a flash of fury in her eyes, which Bucky notices are mismatched. One green as freshly mowed grass and the other a dark pine bark brown. “And had she not been preoccupied with keeping everyone in this park safe, sealing the sithen closed, and focused on her mate, you wouldn’t have stood a chance, you preposterous, moronic, useless child!” Her voice raises but her face never changes from an indifferent look that Bucky had seen Queen Elizabeth sport more than a few times on tv. “You and your father will be punished to the fullest extent of this plane’s laws. Before that you both will be brought before both courts of Fae and stripped of all your titles, rights, magic -” She looks down her nose at him with a sniff of disdain, “This applies more to your father as he actually has abilities. And you will also be made to pay for restitution to the families of those you had killed and of course those three whom you stole magic from and tortured. By our laws and the old ways, your sister has death rights on all three of you involved. And I must say, if I was her, I would drag your punishments out slowly...meticulously...painfully.”

Duchess strides back over to Bucky, hands already reaching out for him as the fire dies down around her - not as consuming, but still a bright warmth that shadows her entirety. Wrapped safely in his arms, Bucky rests his chin on the top of her head as Steve gently brushes his hand up and down her arm a few times, just reassuring her of their pack bond before taking a small step back to let them bond more. She pulls back a little from the comfort of his arms, tilting her head back to look up at him, Bucky knowing exactly what she wants. This was all very familiar to what happened just before she died...and honestly they all need that reassurance that everything is okay still. And this is the simplest and best way he can do it now; Her lips are soft and easily molded to his own. His sensitive ears can still pick up the little chirps and flitter sounds of small wings of the tiny fae that had climbed into this plane at Duchess’s silent command, gathered closer to her than her Grandmother, waiting for something else it seems.

A sharp featured man dressed in a black suit jacket with heavy, shining gold threaded designs along the wrists, collar, and lapels comes into the clearing with two men trailing behind him dragging a third between them.

The tiny beings begin a high pitched whine as the dragged man is thrown at the Faerie Queen’s feet. The man in black eyeing the tiny creatures with an unreadable something in his eyes.

Bucky is shocked at how much Duchess shares her face shape and nose with her father. Everything else must have come from her mother, making her features softer. Her eye color - she had told him last night - had come from her mother’s father, her mother’s side also responsible for her more soft Greek eye shape and supple body as well. Her father’s face however is harsher, more weathered looking than even his mother’s face. His eyes are a muddy brown and he looks to be maybe an inch or so taller than Duchess herself, unusual for a male - and even most women - of high Fae blood to be that short and not claim Brownie or Goblin blood, both of which a high Fae would absolutely loathe to admit to tainting their line. Him and his son seem to have been the tailings of a long and powerful bloodline, while Duchess was an anomaly of both sides of her family tree which was probably why she was so powerful. She was seemingly that red-headed gene in a sea of black hair which came about once every few generations.

Steve moves closer to the two of them again as the Queen looks down at her son with even more disgust than her grandson, which Bucky would not have thought possible a second ago. The sharp featured man comes to stand before Duchess and gives a deep nod, the two men behind him taking a knee as they come to a stop, the High Prince of the Seelie Court and his son watching from behind the Queen with shock and anger mixed on both their faces.

“Your highness, we at the Unseelie Court are thankful to you as it was a forgotten part of our court that was taken.” His bright green eyes look almost hesitant for his next words. “We are indebted to you for clearing this up. And also for clearing our court of involvement. The Unseelie Court is indebted to you, Princess Duchess Propolos Hekatos.”

Duchess pulls away a little from Bucky and Steve to sink into a deep curtsy, “Thank you, King Odhran. May your debt be cleared swiftly.” The two men behind him rise and they all go over to the Seelie Queen as Duchess’s flames die down further, pulsing softly in time with soft flutters and swayings of the tiny fae that have moved closer still.

“I will be seeing you later for their merited punishments, cousin,” The man says indifferently while also containing a hint of malice.

“Good evening until then, Odhran.” He and his men disappear as the Queen waves her hand to the men and women holding the prisoners formerly known as her family. “Fury. Coulson. We will be off now. They will be put into your custody in a week’s time. My granddaughter will, of course, be there for the handoff as a representative of the good will of my court.” Bucky doesn’t like that she’s ordering Duchess, fighting to suppress a growl. Does she not know he has plans for his mate?? She turns to address said granddaughter. “You will attend this handoff as a Princess of the Seelie Court. Come see me the morning before the handoff, as we have things we need to discuss. Please thank your goddess, Hecate, again for her swift actions and Hades for his too.” Duchess sinks into that deep curtsy once again before nodding at the trees and pond, the tiny creatures melting back into the waters and darkening branches like shadows, her Grandmother watching with something close to fondness on her face as the guards and prisoners disappear first, then her elegant frame takes a few steps and is gone as fast and quietly as the others.

Fury holds his hand straight up in the air after they vanish, no one making a move, just light breathing as everyone glances around the clearing, looking at Duchess and then Coulson who both give a firm nod before he lowers his hand and clears his throat. Fury’s good eye looks tired as fuck to Bucky.

“Alright people, shit shows over. Wanda, please begin magically cleansing this spot with Pietro, I want to be out of here in under an hour. Coulson, get me updates and signed paperwork from the three rescued for prosecution. Tony and Vision, keep the area contained until after the cleansing. SHIELD agents, please collect photos and evidence before the cleansing. Originals we keep, copies to the NYPD. Falcon and Spidey, back on patrols for the next few hours. Barnes and Rogers, take the lady home. I think she’s done and had enough for tonight. Everyone else, find something to do to make this go as fast as goddamn possible.”

“Roger, roger!” Bucky and Steve call out, Bucky tossing his flesh arm over her shoulder, Steve on his left side as they all wave silently to their friends and begin their way out of Central Park.

“This is one of the most terrible evenings of my life,” Steve mutters as Hades, Cerberus - in his human form - and a third figure, who Bucky can scent and see is definitely not the extra curvy Persephone, wave from further up the treeline ahead of them. “And I was just on the edge of the whole thing - witness and secondary pack feelings between you two. I might need a cigarette.” Steve mutters as he runs one hand through his hair and then down his face after taking a deep breath and letting it out.

“You haven’t smoked since 1938,” Bucky remarks with an eyeroll. “And that was before we knew it was bad for you, punk.”

“And this was one of the most terrible evenings of your life so far!” Steve turns his light blue eyes towards her with his Captain America signature disapproving glare at her overly perky tone. “The Seelie Queen says thank you. In that special fair folk way,” Duchess lays on the happy sarcastic tone as they approach the trio.

“As if I give a single fuck,” The woman’s dark voice growls out, her full lips set in a frown at the news. “How do you feel, mikrí mou skoteiní?”

“I told you, your little dark one is fine,” Hades reiterates with an eyeroll.

“I feel wonderful now, eroméni.” Duchess squeezes Bucky’s hand before ducking under his arm and pressing her forehead against Hecate’s as they intertwine both their hands, the power swirling softly around the two of them.

Bucky can feel the comfort in the darkness and mist that surround them temporarily, the two pulling apart and grinning at each other more like sisters or best friends than what they were.

“Mistress, this is my Bucky,” She stretches her hand out to him, Bucky forever heeding her siren call as he slips his hand into hers. “And that is our Steve Rogers.”

“I am honored to be in your company, gentleman. My mikrí mou skoteiní needs more family. I am glad she has found not only her mate, but a pack.” Her face shifts minutely from ecstatic to a little teasing. “One that will surely grow soon?”

“My baby doesn’t need to be having babies just yet!” Cerberus says in his deep honeyed voice, the slight echo noticeable now.

“My ma raised me right, ma’am. I got to mate and marry her before we go that path. My girl hasn’t even been to Coney Island.”

“Psssh. You haven’t been to Disneyland.”

“I was starting with Brookyln and Coney Island, doll.”

“Whatever you say, handsome,” She sighs out with a smile as Hades chuckles.

“And so it begins, Bucky.” Bucky grins down at his mate.

“I can’t wait.”

“Cheeseballs...the both of you,” Steve laughs out as Hades pulls Duchess into a hug, kissing her forehead before pulling away.

“Bring the boy down in a few days for brunch. Persephone will be elated, well more elated, to see you mated and bonded. Steve is welcome as well. You know how we love certain companies in the Underworld.”

“I shall bring the handmaidens as well. Perhaps we can get Mr. Rogers a mate as well,” Hecate teases again as Steve’s ears and neck turn bright red.

“We’ll call to check in tomorrow,” Hades continues, hand stuck out to Bucky who shakes it more firmly than last time which makes the God of the Underworld’s smile widen. “Gentlemen.” He extends his hand to Steve, giving him his own hard handshake before stepping back for Cerberus to enthusiastically hug all three of them.

“I love new pack members!” His echo-y deep timber reveals his obvious happiness, Hecate eye rolling good-naturedly beside him.

“I’ll text you later,” a smirk is painted on her full lips as she stares at Duchess. “But I understand if you are busy.”

“Goodnight Hecate!” comes Duchess’s embarrassed reaction, Bucky wrapping his metal arm around her waist and winking at Hecate. “Stop that!” She swats at Bucky’s chest playfully, just for him to catch it and kiss her fingertips.

“Let’s head home, doll.” Her eyes brighten instantly.

“Ooooh! I’ve never been to Stark Tower!” She states as Steve full belly laughs.

“He meant your bar or our shared apartment in Brooklyn.”

“But I’ll take you to the Tower in a few days,” Bucky promises with a kiss to her open palm as her temporary puppy dog eyes brighten.

“Goodnight all,” Hecate and Hades state simultaneously as Cerberus gives Duchess one last kiss to her cheek before rubbing his own cheek against it.

“Goodnight!” Steve, Bucky and Duchess chime in reply, watching the gods and guardian take a handful of steps before disappearing further up the path to the right, Bucky leading his pack down the left path towards 74th Street.

“So, whatcha up to later, Sargent?” Duchess begins as they enter the area just before the Boathouse Restaurant, squinting just a bit at the brightness.

“Well, I got this mate who smells like fresh baked bread, lemon squares, cayenne, and a little hint of mint - who is in dire need of a mating mark and bond. And lots of baby making practice. Then I was thinking I take her for lunch at the Tower in a couple days to show her off.”

“Can you schedule an old school tour after the Tower lunch?”

“Of course, doll,” Bucky’s accent thickens a little as her eyes soften as she looks up at him. “I’ll even show you everywhere we got our asses kicked when we were young.”

“And by ‘ours’ he means mine after 1934,” Steve says from Bucky’s other side with a scoff, sending Duchess a wink as they get past the Alice in Wonderland bit and start on the path down towards the Model Boathouse.

“Whatever you guys wanna show me,” Duchess sighs out happily, leaning into Bucky and reaching around his back to take Steve’s hand. Steve squeezes back before kissing the back of her hand and releasing it, happy to have her in the pack.

“I’ll grab some stuff, but I’ll stay near - up in Natasha’s apartment a few floors up. Just let me know when it’s safe,” He chuckles out as a flustered look passes over her face. “Don’t worry, kid, it’s natural. Just lots of good luck to our furniture in the house with this Alpha.”

“Is Natasha’s floor far enough away, punk?”

“Well, I love my pack already,” Duchess murmurs as Bucky and Steve continue ribbing each other, watching the stars compete with the New York City lights as a few leaves rustle in the breeze and fall on the bright path ahead of them.

“Doll, as corny as it sounds, it’s amazing how I could try but I could never explain what I hear when you don't say a thing. Just your scent and hearing your heartbeat is a different kind of magic,” Bucky whispers against her hair before kissing her soft cheek, his metal fingers entwined with hers naturally.

“If every bit of magic was stripped from me tonight, I would be okay with it. Because the best magic I’ve ever received is you.”

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neversatisfiedwithlife · 4 years ago

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for the mostly likely to thing, i saw these questions on a glee page awhile ago, but if you want to answer them for cazzie that’d be great :p

1. Who spends almost all their money on the other?

2. Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions?

3. Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired?

4. Who is the most affectionate?

5. Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed?

6. Who wakes up first?

7. Who apologizes first after an argument?

8. Who is the nerd?

9. Who makes the other one laugh the most?

10. Who sleep talks?

11. Who hogs the blankets at night?

12. Who is the neat freak?

13. Who likes to surprise the other with random gifts?

14. Who buys the healthy food in the house?

15. Who has better music taste?

16. Who takes care of the spiders?

17. Who uses more nicknames

18. Who’s the little spoon?

19. Who suggests scary movies for film night?

20. Who gets jealous more often?

21. Who brings up kids first?

22. Who borrows who’s clothes more?

23. Who cries more during sad movies?

24. Who falls asleep on the other more?

25. Who says I love you more?

26. Who initiates kisses more?

27. Who initiates hugs more?

28. Who takes more pictures of the other?

29. Who leaves notes for the other one around the house?

30. Who gets drunk faster?

31. Who gets hit on more by strangers?

32. Who makes food for the house more often?

Most likely to:

(I love that you found it on a glee page! Anyways of course I want to do them!!!)

This is long so get comfortable besties😌 I didn't proof read so all mistakes are on purpose.

Spend their money on the other: Casey would spend a larger portion of her money on Izzie or just like on things they can do together. (I think Izzie would just be engrain to make her money go as fat as it can so she's more restrained or critiac about how/where she spends her money)

Which one drives the car: this one is simple, its Casey. Do we even know if Izzie drives? (Like ideally being the one who takes care of her siblings it'd help, but anyways. Yes Casey is the driver, I can see Casey love being the one behind the wheel. Also how she was with Sam I could see her as a back seat driver or like "why didn't you take this route" just asking stuff even if she tries not to. So in the end it's just easier to have her drive lol)

Which one gives the other a piggy back ride: we saw Casey lift Izzie up so I'm obligated to say Casey! (Okay so picture after a track practice Izzie is really exhausted; the work load of school and babysitting her siblings really hitting her that week. Casey offers her a piggy back ride, Izzie is skeptical at first, but Casey is so reassuring about it)

Who is the most affectionate: ooh this one is hard overall I think I'd say Izzie, Casey more initiates kissing, but Izzie just likes to be touching Casey. (While watching tv Izzie will have her hand resting on Casey's leg, or like sit close enough to where their shoulders touch, the way Izzie stretches out herself on top of Casey when they're in her bed. Izzie initiates hand holding)

Who falls asleep in the others lap: Izzie established cannot stay up for the life of her plus again we got the cazzie bridal style carrying scene!! (I think even more cuddled up to Casey she definitely can't stay awake, she'd just feel so safe and at ease. Lights out comes quickly lol)

Who wakes up first: Izzie is up first, again this is me seeing her as the caretaker of her siblings and not going on Casey's painful track running schedule. (Ik in that one episode Casey is up first, but casey was trying to avoid Izzie, anyways Izzie probably has to get her siblings up for school or just make sure they're fed and what not so I can see her generally being conditioned to wake up first.)

Who apologize first after an argument: I feel like this totally depends on the argument; who/what started it and what it's about. Generally both are good at apologizing and don't stretch out the argument (sorry if that's like a cop out and not a definitive answer)

Who is the nerd: Izzie without a doubt (i feel like she enjoys learning new things. Maybe she doesn't necessarily love studying school material all the time, but also I feel like maybe studying started as an escape or distraction from always being her siblings care taker and soon she just learned to love it. Or just loved knowledge)

Who makes the other one laugh the most: I say Casey, they both definitely make each other laugh but Casey takes it to another level. (Like when paige is at the door and Casey is like "do you think that's them here to kick us out in person". Casey uses humor to help Izzie unwind when she's too in her head about stuff.)

Who sleep talks: Casey, why do I feel like one of them actually slept tall? Am I hallucinating...what is happening. (Anyways I feel like Casey like if she had a nightmare or something she'd mumble in her sleep and like startle awake. Or of she's really stressed and overwhelmed she's in a more restless type sleeping state)

Who hogs the blankets: (I did answer this) But Casey hogs the covers, I'll add that Izzie is fine just curling up in a ball above the blankets and fall asleep. (Why did I have the thought they're doing laundry the blankets aren't dried yet but when they finally dry Casey finds Izzie sound asleep on the blanket less bed)

Who is the neat freak: I wouldn't say either of them are nec a neat freak, but I feel Izzie would want things in particular locations and Casey can just roll with it.

Who likes to surprise the other with random gifts: Izzie, though she doesn't spend large portions of her money she likes finding small things,knickknacks or like stuffed animals or just like a sweet, that will make Casey happy. (Having younger siblings that she actively has to care for has taught her that it doesn't matter the size of the gift or if it's sparkly)

Who buys the healthy food: Casey clearly didn't approve of Elsa's green stuff sticking out of the back so definitely Izzie. (Izzie enjoys her fare share of snacks but she knows the day has to be balanced with more than "empty" calories. She is patient though in finding the healthy stuff that Casey actually likes.)

Who has better music taste: I'd say Casey in that she would have a more diverse music taste, she'd expose herself to more genres and like eras of music (Izzie feels like a whatever is on the radio or popular on the music charts-this is not slander just vibes I get lol)

Who takes care of the spider: definitely Izzie (I can see her being the person who catches and releases it while Casey is just telling her to "squish it, squish it!")

Who uses more nicknames: probably Izzie, I feel like she uses a more diverse collections of nicknames for Casey. Just like whatever fits the moment. (Casey would just use Izz, dude and a choice pet name)

Who's the little spoon: IZZIE!!! Miss curl up into a ball and fall asleep, she'd definitely pull Casey's arms to wrap around herself.

Who suggest scary movies for film night: I think Izzie is the one to coax them into actually watching a movie, but Casey is actually the one who enjoys them more or is just less put off by them? (Casey totally teases her, never goes too far, about it before the movie.)

Who gets jealous more often: I feel like this belongs to Izzie, like she has more self doubt and insecurities about how much she deserves Casey.

Who brings up kids first: Izzie does, maybe they're studying and making useless conversations, they're on the topic of her siblings. (Maybe you'd thing dealing with kids all her life and an unsupportive mom would put her off; but I think it doesn't. I feel like Casey just genuinely never stopped to really think about kids. Or maybe she thinks she wouldn't be good with kids. Like yes shes amazing with Sam, but to her that's not the same. Izzie reassures her she'd make a great parent, if she wanted to be.)

Who borrows who's clothes more: I could see Izzie borrowing a shirt or hoodie to lounge in, but I dont see it regularly. (Also Casey I noticed wears like oversized shirts often so I dont think the fit of Izzie's clothes would satisfy her.)

Who cries more during sad movies: Casey does. It is something she will deny with her entire being, but it's her.

Who falls asleep on the other more: I'll choose a specific situation for this, not a general thing: when they're talking on the phone late at night I actually think Casey would be the one who ends up falling asleep. (Ik this probably meant literally but this is where my brain went)

Who says I love you more: I feel like Casey. (I feel like for Casey the environment she was raised in it just is easier for her to say it, or it comes more naturally. Izzie uses actions to show her love because sometimes the words I love you coming from her own mouth feel foreign).

Who initiates kisses more: Casey, I think she both initiates kisses and "steals" kisses more.

Who initiates hugs more: if I say Casey with no explanation you have to accept it!

Who takes more pictures of the other: Izzie takes more pictures of Casey (I can see Casey as the person who just loves to pull stupid(affectionate) poses that make Izzie laugh. Also idk I feel like Izzie would be less inclined to have her picture taken and Casey would respect that. They would definitely take pictures together inspite of that though because Izzie wants to capture every moment with her girl.)

Who leaves notes for the other around the house: this plays into the nicknames thing, I think Izzie would leave the most cute/ridiculous notes with like the most cute/ridiculous nicknames for Casey. (Ik Casey made the tarot deck but I can just visualize Izzie doing this lol, sue me.)

Who gets drunk faster: Casey. I see Izzie as the one who has more parties in her past, and ofc she drank so she has more tolerance. Especially being at clayton longer with the track gang and Nate 🤢 (Izzie having to take a drunk Casey home early because she can barely stand on her feet securely, this is when Izzie gets to drive 😌)

Who gets hit on more by strangers: I think Izzie, she gets hit on more by disrespectful men and Casey shuts that down right quick.

Who makes food for the house more often: Izzie, I think she totally loves cooking. She loves trying out new recipes and has a bunch of cookbooks.

#omfg this was so fun!!! like seriously akskapal!!!#THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON!!🥰🥰🙌#atypical #cazzie #atypical hc #atypical headcanon #casey gardner #izzie taylor #anon(affectionate)#long post

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idreamofplaid · 4 years ago

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Square Filled: Ice Play

Characters: Sam x Olivia (OFC)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Olivia’s fairy tale with Sam continues with a morning spent in bed on the first day of the new year.

Word Count: 4024

A/N: Thanks to @fangirlxwritesx67 and @dean-winchesters-bacon my wonderful betas and just generally beautiful people for all their suggestions and taking the journey through the development of this story with me.

A/N 2: This is Part 3 of the series Surrender to the Truth.

Catch Up: It Begins (Part 1) Texas Magic (Part 2)

Created for @spnkinkbingo

Sam was holding Olivia’s hand in the elevator. His fingers were entwined with hers, and she couldn’t remember the last time she felt this happy. She’d never had a year start out with this much promise. Her heart felt light with possibility, inspired by the way Sam had kissed her at the stroke of midnight just minutes before.

When they reached the 26th floor, the car stopped, the doors opened, and the other two people in the elevator exited, leaving them alone. Sam let go of Olivia’s hand and turned to face her, pressing her into the wall. His mouth covered hers, and she felt herself going weak from his kiss. He could almost make her literally light headed, like she had lost touch with reality, her mind floating in a blissful place created for her by him.

When his hand traveled below her waist to rest on her hip while he kissed her, she had the presence of mind to say, “Sam, the doors could open. Somebody could see us.”

He squeezed her ass. The way he was looking at her made her understand what smolder meant. “They could.” He paused for a minute, letting what he’d said sink in, and the idea of having an audience suddenly became very hot. Then, he raised his hand to caress her cheek. “Everybody on the other side of those doors should envy me because I’m in here with you.”

The bell dinged, and Sam let his hand drop from her face. They had reached their floor. He put his hand on her waist, very respectable for anyone who might see. Olivia thought about what they must look like to anyone who saw them, and it made her smile. They no doubt appeared to be a couple headed back to their room after the party.

The reality was they had two rooms, but maybe tonight they wouldn’t need them both. Olivia’s heart began to beat faster when Sam stopped at his door and took her hands in his. “Will you come inside with me?”

She gave herself a minute to enjoy that this was actually happening after weeks of dreaming about it, already the smile was blooming across her face. “Yes.” She uttered the word that was going to change her life, knowing that if she spent this night with Sam her feelings for him would grow even deeper, and she would be committing herself to a path that she would find difficult if not impossible to leave should things not work out.

He took off his jacket as soon as they were in the room and tossed it on the bed. Sam pulled the shirt from his tuxedo pants and started to unbutton it. Olivia couldn’t take her eyes off him. Sam opened the buttons to the middle of his chest, and he stopped, his hands hovering over the next button. He fixed his eyes on Olivia. “Do you want to finish for me?”

Olivia stepped out of her high heels and walked toward him, and Sam moved his hands so she could take the button in her fingers. She made her way down his shirt. With each button she opened, she exposed more of his golden skin. When the shirt was hanging open, she put her hand on the center of his chest and slipped her fingers beneath the fabric to feel his skin, as warm and soft as she remembered, over the firmness of his pecs.

Sam bent and kissed her again. This time his tongue touched the seam of her lips, asking for entrance. She parted them, letting him in. He put his hand into her hair and lightly grasped a handful while he kissed her. Olivia’s hand slid down his body to just below his ribs, and she let it rest there. She needed to touch him, remind herself he was solid and real; this wasn’t a dream.

He still tasted faintly like chocolate from the dessert they’d shared earlier. She pushed the white dress shirt off his shoulders and down his back. It fell to the floor, and she put her arms around him so she could feel the muscles rippling beneath his shoulder blades while he continued to kiss her and drag her deeper into the kaleidoscope of feelings she had for him. They were ever changing but always beautiful and fascinating as the form of them changed.

She heard herself make a noise somewhere between a sigh and a whimper as Sam kissed down her neck all the way to her clavicle that was peeking out from the v-neck of her dress. He sucked on it gently, and she started to ache for him in her core.

Sam reached behind her and eased down the zipper of her dress. With just as much care, like he hadn’t undressed her before, he peeled the dress from her body, and it pooled on the floor. Sam lowered his eyes and looked down her body like he’d never seen it before either.

“God, you are amazingly beautiful.” His words stirred something in her. She’d heard them before, or some variation. Usually when men said them, it meant “I want to fuck you.” This was different. Sam was looking at her like he actually saw HER, not just her body.

He held her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly, with just the right amount of passion to awaken something in her like a sleeping princess. Olivia hardly noticed him walking her in the direction of the bed while he kissed her; she was so lost in the way he was making her feel. Sam lay her down on top of the plush comforter and lowered himself on top of her.

The feel of him on her made her whisper Sam’s name into his mouth. His weight felt reassuring; she felt safe caged in his arms, even as the fire he had started inside her began to burn brighter and hotter. “Sam,” she called his name again.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered against her lips.

He made her feel so secure, so wanted. She wasn’t thinking. “Make me yours.”

Sam kissed her more deeply, his tongue becoming more insistent as it circled hers. He moved his hand slowly down her body, taking his time to feel every inch of her skin. Then he slipped his hand into her panties and found her clit. He teased it while he kissed her, moving his finger over it slowly, until it was swollen and aching.

Then he started to move his finger in fast circles, causing Olivia to grab onto his shoulders and gasp, “Oh, God. Sam.”

He nuzzled his nose into her neck just below her ear. “Let go. Come for me, Liv. Make my hand wet. Show me how much you want me.”

Her walls clenched hard around the emptiness when she came. “Sam, I need you.” She sunk her fingers into his hair while her orgasm continued to tear through her.

Sam covered her mouth with his and kissed her while she climaxed. “You’ve got me, baby.”

Olivia kissed him back, her lips soft and weak from the pleasure he’d given her. “More, Sam. I want more of you. Give me all of you.”

Sam lifted himself from her to take off his pants and drag her panties down her legs, leaving her bare and wanting before him. She opened her legs, asking him again silently to give her what she needed. Sam positioned his cock at her opening and pushed inside just a little, testing her readiness for him.

Her body accepted him, stretching to accommodate his size. “Does it feel good, Liv? Am I still what you want?”

“Yes, Sam. Yes.” She pulled at his hair and raised her hips, trying to get him deeper. With a smooth motion, he thrust into her and sheathed himself completely inside her body.

Olivia couldn’t have him closer than this, but it still wasn’t enough. She wanted even more from him, never had a man been so completely all consuming when she was with him. Every thrust of his body into hers pulled her a little more into the spell he had woven around her. By the time he came with her name on his lips, she knew she had passed the point of no return. She came with him, biting her own lip to keep from screaming.

When Sam pulled out of her, Olivia felt the loss. He was still right next to her in bed, busy with removing the condom. There was nothing romantic about this moment, but she still felt the pull from within her to reach out and touch him to reassure herself he was still there. Olivia resisted the urge and focused on catching her breath. She could barely breathe after what he’d done to her, the feelings he’d stirred to life that Olivia suspected would now never die. One day she would feel him inside her without that thin layer of rubber between them. She would know exactly what she was feeling, be able to put it to words, and say it out loud.

When he finished the necessary business, Sam laid down next to her and put his arms around her. “Are you okay?”

Olivia nodded. “Y...yes. It’s just that was...intense.”

Sam gave her his softest smile, barely turning up the corners of his mouth. “Yeah. It was.” He shifted a little to grab a handful of the comforter under him and moved to pull it from beneath him. “C’mon. Get under with me. I don’t want you to get cold.”

The covers were warm, but Sam’s body was warmer. As soon as she was in the sheets with him, Sam pulled her close. He kissed the corner of her mouth and reached behind her to open the hooks on her bra that she was still wearing. He lowered his head to her breast and placed a single kiss on her nipple.

She shivered from the tenderness of it. Sam moved his mouth back to hers and kissed her just as tenderly there. “This is the best New Year’s Eve I’ve ever had.” Those were the last words he said to her before she fell asleep in his arms.

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The next morning Olivia awoke to an empty bed. A bubble of panic rose up in her, and she grabbed Sam’s pillow. She could still smell him all over the bed. Where was he? Last night was too good to be true. She knew it. It was too much like a fairytale, or some romantic movie. Olivia sat up and held the sheet against her chest, suddenly very aware of how naked she was in Sam’s bed, and he was gone.

That was the moment Sam came strolling out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist, slung low over his hips. He walked over to the bed and leaned down to kiss her. “Morning, gorgeous.”

The smile instantly spread across Olivia’s face again. Sam’s hair was still damp from the shower. She reached out to touch it, wanting to know how it felt wet. It was still soft; she curled the ends of it around her fingers. His hair was the softest thing about him, other than his lips, and Olivia felt a blush beginning to creep into her cheeks, remembering everywhere those lips had been on her body.

She’d been so focused on her thoughts, she hadn’t noticed the way Sam was smiling at her. “You’re even prettier in the morning,” he said. Now, the blush that had been on the verge of happening bloomed over her cheeks. Sam kissed her flushed cheek. “Why don’t you take your turn in the bathroom? Breakfast is going to be here soon.”

“Breakfast?” Olivia sat up straighter and tucked the sheet around her like a sheath.

Sam rubbed his thumb over her bare shoulder with an easy familiarity and sensual reminder of the night before. “Yeah, breakfast. I ordered room service while you were still sleeping.”

Sam noticed the way Olivia was holding the sheet around herself. He lifted one side of his mouth in a flirty half smile. “I can look away while you walk to the bathroom. Or….” He stood up and finished his sentence. “You can have my towel.”

He untucked the fold of the towel that was holding it on his body, and it fell away from him. Sam held it out to her. She’d spent all night in bed with this man, allowing him to do all kinds of marvelous and memorable things to her. Still, the sight of him naked made her mouth fall open slightly.

Olivia’s eyes made their way from his hazel eyes that were the green of emeralds shining in sunlight right now, down over his impressively broad and muscled shoulders to the veins in his strong forearms. They moved down farther to his taut abs and the thin line of hair leading down to his cock that was large and thick even while soft and hanging between his legs. Her eyes finished their journey down his legs, as lean and muscular as the rest of his body, and back up to his face.

Sam was still holding his towel out to her. “Go ahead. Put it on.” It surprised Olivia just how well he could read her. She was not feeling nearly as bold or confident as he was on this morning after, but she could certainly appreciate, and was thankful, that he was.

The towel was as damp as his hair, but Olivia didn’t care. She liked knowing she was putting on the same towel that had been around him just seconds before, and it was true she wasn’t ready to feel his gaze on her nude body in the bright light of morning. She told herself she was just being weird to feel self conscious at this point, after how intimate they had been with each other, but it made her feel vulnerable not knowing exactly where whatever this was between them stood.

Sam did turn his back while she got out of bed and put on the towel, but he made it seem like the most natural thing in the world. He was rifling through his suitcase, looking for some clothes, conveniently facing the other direction. Olivia couldn’t help herself. She snuck a peek at his firm ass as she made her way to the bathroom.

Once there, Olivia took a deep breath. She was still waiting for the coach to turn into a pumpkin. So many thoughts and feelings had been coursing through her that more practical matters had completely vacated her mind. Things like she didn’t have any clothes. The cocktail dress she’d been wearing when she entered Sam’s room the night before was still on the floor where it had fallen when he took it off her.

Sam was thinking more clearly. There, on the counter, lay one of his t-shirts that he had folded neatly and left for her. Olivia ran her fingers over the Egyptian cotton, appreciating the luxury of it and the thoughtfulness of the man who’d left it there for her.

She dropped Sam’s towel to the floor and turned on the water in the shower. She checked the stream to see that it was warm enough before she stepped inside. Rivulets of water ran down her body, and she turned so the water could cascade over her hair. She ran her hands through it, pushing it back from her face.

Olivia closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of it. She luxuriated in the water running over her body for a minute or two before she began to bathe herself. The hotel had, of course, provided bath gel and shampoo in an almond scent that was divine; but Olivia wished she had her own that was back in her room. She wanted to smell pretty for Sam, the way she’d smelled last night.

When she was done with her shower, she toweled herself off and slipped Sam’s t-shirt over her head. The v-neck was cut so deep it went nearly down to the top of her stomach, but she was covered. Funny, she was trying to cover herself now. Fortunately, it was also long enough to conceal her lack of underwear.

Breakfast had arrived when she reentered the bedroom, and Sam was arranging food on a tray. He looked up; his eyes skimmed her body, taking note of what she was wearing. Olivia thought for a moment that she saw the flash of a memory in his eyes, or at least she hoped she did.

His smile and the accompanying dimples shortly followed whatever he’d been thinking. “Get back in bed.” His voice was smooth and suggested a hint of a request, just enough to not be an unmistakable direction he expected Olivia to follow.

She climbed back into bed and settled the covers over her lap. Sam placed the tray over her legs. Considering how much food was on it, he must have ordered everything on the menu. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, fresh fruit and cream; sweet and savory were well represented.

The clock hadn’t struck midnight yet; the fairytale continued. “Sam, what is all this?”

He sat down next to her on the bed. “I wanted to make sure you have something you like.”

Sam noticed Olivia eyeing the strawberries. He picked one up, dipped it into the cream, and held it to her lips. She took a bite, and Sam’s eyes didn’t leave her mouth as she chewed. When she swallowed, he kissed the corner of her 0mouth and licked his lips, tasting the bit of cream she’d left there. He lifted his darkening eyes to hers and said, “Strawberries may be the sexiest food there is.”

He was doing it to her again. All her words bypassed her brain and went directly out her mouth. “When you’re holding one, they are.”

Sam picked up a pancake, rolled it, and dipped it into the cream. He painted Olivia’s bottom lip with it then kissed it off. “Maybe it’s pancakes.” His whisper was suggestive, and he tapped the rolled up pancake against Olivia’s lips.

She opened her mouth to take a bite and kept her eyes focused on him while she chewed. Then she answered, “They’re good too.”

They ate breakfast together from Olivia’s tray, alternating between feeding themselves and each other. The looks they shared became longer and more lingering throughout the meal. Between bites of food, there were sweet and sensual kisses that danced on the edge of passion until finally falling over that edge to open need for each other.

Sam’s tongue tangled around Olivia’s, the intensity of the kiss increasing until he broke it to move the tray from between them. He put it on the floor, not bothering to take it back to the table. The only thing he kept from the tray was his water glass which he put on the bedside table.

With nothing in his way, Sam pulled Olivia close and kissed her with her body pressed against him. She could feel the heat radiating from him. Her own body was heating up in response to the way he was moving against her, and when he eased his hand inside the “v” of the shirt to cup her breast she moaned.

“You like that, baby?” Sam pushed the shirt out of the way, freeing her breast, closed his mouth over her nipple and began to suck. Olivia sank her fingers into his hair and held him to her.

He swirled his tongue around her nipple and licked her like she was the best thing he’d tasted that morning, even sweeter than the cream at breakfast. Sam pulled off her nipple slowly, raising his eyes to meet hers. “Do you know how hot you are?”

Her only reply was the raising and lowering of her chest as her breathing got faster. Sam reached for his glass on the bedside table and pulled an ice cube from it. He ran it down the side of her neck, and she shuddered at the cold. Sam continued dragging the ice down her body to her exposed breast.

He touched the ice to the tip of her nipple where the heat of his mouth had been, and she arched her back into it. “You are so sensitive, Liv. I love that about you.”

Sam pushed the other side of the shirt open and latched his mouth onto her nipple while he continued to tease the first with the ice. She was clenching now, yearning to feel him inside her. “Sam, please.”

When the ice had completely melted, he moved his hand down between her legs to stroke her clit with his cold fingers. After a few seconds, Sam moved his mouth from one breast to the other. His mouth felt even hotter on her chilled nipple. “Oh, God. Sam.”

Olivia was so caught up in the sensations he was producing in her body, she didn’t realize what he was doing until she felt the ice cube touch her clit. She grabbed at his back, and when he eased it lower and pushed it inside her; she thought she might come undone. Sam circled his fingers on her clit while the ice melted inside her. He released her nipple so he could watch her.

When the ice had turned to water that leaked from her onto the sheets and her orgasm started to wash through her, Sam caught her mouth with his. He kissed her through every shake and spasm of her body. He felt her body go lax when she was spent, and he slowed his kiss.

Her soft little breaths filled his mouth. Her kiss was equally soft, weakened from the intensity of her orgasm, but her desire for him was still strong. “You, Sam. You.” Olivia’s hand closed around his hard shaft through his sweatpants. “I want you.”

Sam had no intention of denying her. He stripped off his clothes in a matter of seconds, and pinned Olivia’s wrists over her head, encircling them in one of his strong hands. He entered her with one deep, smooth thrust. Sam started to move, using the sounds she made as a guide to let him know when to speed up, slow down, or go deeper.

This time they came together. Sam grunted just before he let go with his release, and Olivia urged him on with her whimpers of pleasure. She contracted around him, milking him for everything he had.

Sam collapsed over her but kept his full weight off her, holding himself up on his forearms. He took a few seconds to catch his breath, then slipped from her and rolled to the side. He lay on his back next to her, his arm over his head. “That was incredible.” His breathing still hadn’t returned completely to normal.

Olivia looked at the ceiling for a moment before letting her eyelids flutter closed, enjoying the sound of his voice and the warmth of his body beside her. “You’re going to wear me out, Sam.” She smiled as she said it, her eyes still closed.

She opened them when she felt Sam shift position. He was propped on one elbow, looking down at her. “I’ve got an idea.”

He looked almost boyish the way his hair was falling in his face, and he was clearly pleased with whatever he was thinking. Olivia smiled up at him. “What’s this idea?”

“It’s New Year’s Day, so most everything in town will be closed, but the parks will be open.” Sam leaned down to kiss her softly, then continued explaining what he had in mind. “There’s a park by the river where I’d go to think when I used to come to Austin. I’d like to show it to you. We could take a picnic. What do you think?”

Olivia reached up to brush his hair back from his forehead. “I think I’d like that.” Her heart was fluttering in her chest. This year was off to a very promising start.

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waywardnerd67 · 5 years ago

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The Queen’s Court - Chap 16 Same Difference

Summary: Dean calls on (Y/N) after a disagreement with Castiel. When she is unable to take care of him, she figures out a way for someone else too. Characters: Dean Winchester, Cassie (OFC), Reader Pairing: Dean x Reader / Dean x Cassie (OFC) Warnings: Fluff/Smut/Age Difference (OFC is 20/Dean is 34) Word Count: 2554 Squared Filled: Age Difference A/N #1: This is for @spnkinkbingo card A/N #2: As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

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“(Y/N), I’m ready to move up to my own room.” The petite brunette stood her ground which (Y/N) admired about her.

“I’ll make you deal Cassie, if you let me pick your clientele for the first year then I will arrange for you to have the vacant room on floor seven next to Morgan.” she offered hearing her phone buzz on her nightstand.

Cassie’s bright blue eyes widen, “Really?”

(Y/N) nodded hearing her phone go off for the second time, “Really. I will be monitoring you closely as well as Morgan. Deal?”

“Deal! Thank you (Y/N).” Cassie threw her arms around (Y/N)’s neck hugging her tightly making her chuckle.

“You’re welcome, now take this card and get whatever materials you need for your room. Your budget is five thousand to get furniture and whatever else you want. I will let you know within the week when I have a client picked out for you.” (Y/N) handed her the business credit card when there was a loud knock on her door.

Dean walked in his jaw clenched and brows furrowed looking up to see (Y/N) and Cassie, “Oh… sorry pretty girl. I’ll just wait in your room.”

She watched as Cassie’s eyes never left Dean, “Is he available for being a client?”

(Y/N) laughed walking Cassie towards the door, “Sorry, he’s a special client of mine. Enjoy your shopping spree and check in with Morgan before going out.”

As she shut the door, Dean came walking back out. Before she could say anything his lips were smashed against her while his hands were making fast work of her jeans. Gently, she pushed him away just enough to speak.

“D-Dean, what’s going on?” she asked as his lips traveled down her neck.

His hands slipped beneath her ass scooping her up and wrapping her legs around him, “My friend is being an idiot, we fought and I need to get some of this energy out of my system. No better way of doing that then making you come over and over again.”

Her tights squeezed against his waist making him chuckle, “Dean… I can’t.”

He stopped in the middle of her bedroom putting her feet on the ground. The rejection in his green eyes broke her heart, “What? Do you have another client coming in?”

“No, of course not. I told you I would stop seeing my other clients.” she said as he sat on her bed her eyes traveling to the hard outline of his cock.

“Then what?” He asked, running his hands over his thighs.

(Y/N) said next to him taking his hand into hers, “I’m sorry pretty boy, I want nothing more than for you to fuck my brains out…”

“But?” he looked up at her.

“But, I’m on my period and not into that kind of sex.” As the words came from her mouth, Dean’s shoulders visibly relaxed.

He placed his arm around her shoulders then pressed his lips to her temple, “No problem. I’m sorry I just rushed in here.”

(Y/N) crawled up to the head of her bed and patted the spot next to her, “How about you tell me what has got you frustrated and we’ll see if a little mouth exercises would help your situation.”

Dean stood up shrugging out of his jacket then sitting next to her on the bed. (Y/N) listened to him detail the fight with Castiel that led him to coming to The Queen’s Court. As she listened, she noticed the subtle changes in his tone from frustration to worry.

“Boil it down, you’re just concerned for Cas and want him to stay safe.” (Y/N) said running her fingers along his thigh.

He threw his hands up, “Exactly! Finally someone understands.”

“You love him.” she stated as Dean’s gaze snapped to hers.

He shook his head, “I mean in a brother sort of way…”

(Y/N) chuckled, taking a hold of his hand, “Cut the crap, Dean. Of all people in this world, you can be open and honest with me. No judgements. No opinions. Nothing but an ear to listen to you and support. If you’re attracted to Cas then so be it. Doesn’t mean you have to act on it. Doesn’t mean you’re any less of the handsome, strong man you are. You wouldn’t be the first man to admit to having feelings for a man they are close to.”

Dean leaned back against her headboard sighing, “Cas says we have a profound bond. I don’t know what that means but I do know I’ve changed since he’s been in my life. I would do anything for him just like I would for Sam and for you. If that means I love him then sure.”

“Can I ask you a blunt question?” (Y/N) squeezed his hand as he nodded, “Given the chance, no questions asked, no repercussions, would you sleep with Cas?”

There was a long moment of silence before he spoke, “I don’t know. I’ve never allowed myself to explore those thoughts. I think I would be more comfortable exploring those feelings with a chick that looked like him.”

As he chuckled an idea popped into (Y/N)’s head, “Wait here pretty boy, I’ll be right back.”

She got up going into her office shutting the bedroom door behind her. Quickly sending a text from her phone it was a few minutes later Cassie was walking back through her door. After explaining what her idea was, Cassie excitedly agreed to help her.

(Y/N) walked back in to find Dean stretched out on her bed. His head resting on his folded arms and his eyes closed. She crawled onto the bed leaning over to kiss him. A soft moan rumbled in his chest as his fingers went up into her hair. Kissing down his neck, her hand slowly stroked his denim covered cock.

“Sweetheart, as much as I would love your mouth on my cock, I think I would rather wait to bury myself deep inside of you.” Dean said gently moving her hand to his chest.

Though turned on and surprised she continued with her plan, “What if I had an idea for you to work through some of your Cas feelings while working off some of your frustrations.”

He looked at her curiously just a knock came from her door, “Trust me, please.” she said getting up to answer it.

Cassie was dressed in a modest pleated skirt falling to her knees, a white button down shirt with a striped blue tie that (Y/N) happened to have a Castiel’s and a tan trench coat (Y/N) happened to have been ordered a few months early. Her long, chocolate hair was braided over one shoulder and her blue eyes shined against her fair skin. If Castiel were to have a twin angel sister then Cassie would be it.

“Dean, I would like for you to meet Cassie.” (Y/N) stepped aside giving him a full view of her.

His eyes widened while his full lips parted, “H-Hi…”

“Hello Dean.” Dean let out a small gasp getting off the bed.

(Y/N) could tell her was about to bolt, “Dean, Cassie is being promoted to one of the rooms to take clients full time in person. She has only been taking phone clients for two years and I would be grateful if you could be her first client tonight so I can show her the ropes per se. It would be a one time thing and a huge help to me.”

His eyes narrowed in on her before sighing walking over to them, “Not a word to anyone.” he whispered to her.

“Promise on my heart. Are you okay with me watching?” she asked, seeing a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“I would have it no other way pretty girl.” He turned towards Cassie, “Cassie?”

She nodded, “Yeah. Honestly, I prefer Cas unrelated to whatever this is, but whatever makes you more comfortable.”

Dean nodded stepping in front of her. His broad, muscular body made Cassie seem even smaller in size. (Y/N) wondered if that was how she looked standing in front of him. She watched the way he spoke to her softly and with a warmth that he buried deep inside of him. It was the way he talked to people he was showing care to. Watching Cassie nearly melt into his embrace almost made (Y/N) chuckle.

“Charmer.” she whispered to herself watching them walk towards her bed.

The back of Cassie’s thighs were against the edge of the bed as Dean leaned down to kiss her. Just before his lips met hers, his eyes connected with (Y/N)’s asking silent permission. She nodded giving him a reassuring smile then his lips pressed against Cassie’s.

(Y/N) watched as Dean took his time removing each layer of clothing while leaving no patch of skin untouched by his lips. (Y/N) felt her knees getting weak as the memories of being on the receiving end of his slow torture and she sat on her oversized chair. As Cassie pushed herself towards the head of the bed, Dean began stripping his own layers of flannel and denim off.

The moment his hard cock was free from his boxers, (Y/N) could not help the low groan escaping her lips. As if he had heard her, Dean looked up gripping his length and slowly stroking himself while making eye contact with her. In a weird way, she felt as if he were letting her know that he was hers and he was only doing this because she asked.

Dean began kissing down her body and soon soft moans were filling her room. (Y/N) admirer how attentive Dean was to Cassie’s wants as he found she loved her nipples being sucked on. Soon his head was nestled between her legs as she cried out from the first swipe of his tongue over her sensitive mound. Her fingers racked through his thick hair as his mouth worked over her. Cassie’s back was arched, her body shaking as he brought her first orgasm washing over her body.

“Oh god Dean! Right there… yes, yes, Dean!” her body relaxed as he kissed his way back up to her.

Rolling them so she was on top, Cassie quickly made her way down to his cock. Her mouth covered his swollen heard as he grunted, “Fuck.”

As Cassie’s head began to bop up and down, the tightness in (Y/N)’s belly was getting to her. She watched as Dean’s hand gently guided Cassie over his cock with his eyes meeting (Y/N)’s. She found herself unbuttoning her shirt just enough for her hand to slip over her breast.

“Yes, just like that. Fuck.” Dean moaned, never looking away from (Y/N).

She knew it was more for her than for Cassie and that could be their little secret. (Y/N) massaged and pinched her nipples just like he would if they were in bed together. Instinctively, her other hand slipped between her legs rubbing lazy circles against her covered pussy.

Dean swiftly pulled Cassie up to him rolling back over her, angling himself and pushing deep inside of her. (Y/N)’s lips parted seeing this magical moment from a far. The control Dean exerted from just not pounding into her. Every muscle rippling down his back, his arms and legs. The sheer strength that flowed through him was awe-inspiring.

Her own hands stilled against her body mesmerized by Dean in the moment. She could tell Cassie was close to her release as her moans echoed throughout the bedroom. Dean had been silent except for a few grunts. His body was more rigid as he thrusted into her.

“Shit Cas, you feel so good. I-I’m almost there… come with me, Cas.” Dean bent down pounding into her hard as she wrapped her limbs around him.

“Oh… Dean, I’m coming! Fuck!” Cassie cried out her body shaking beneath his.

That is when (Y/N) watched the most beautiful moment. Dean’s body tensed briefly with every muscle seizing and then she watched him let go. Pumping into her as his body trembled from the pleasure coursing through his body. He pushed inside her once more holding himself deep within her as she clung to him. He was letting her ride out her own release squeezing that glorious cock for every drop of pleasure.

She watched as Dean kissed Cassie as he pulled out of her swallowing the groan escaping her lips. Rolling onto his back, he pulled her close whispering something in her ear. Cassie nodded, kissing his cheek and getting out of bed unsteadily.

She walked up to (Y/N) clenching the trench coat around her naked body, “No client will ever be as good as him.”

(Y/N) shook her head knowing Cassie was not asking for an answer. She kissed Cassie’s cheek as she left the room and looked back to Dean. He was slipping underneath her sheet and patted the bed next to him. She gladly joined him even though her body was aching for a release of her own. It was worth it though seeing a new side of Dean.

“Please tell me she was over eighteen.” he whispered as his lips pressed against her ear.

She smacked him softly on the chest, “Of course she was, Dean Winchester! The only employees I have under eighteen work a teen help line for kids who are having mental health issues. The only reason why they work here is to keep them safely off the streets.”

“You are an amazing woman, (Y/N). But seriously, how old was she?” she could hear the nervousness in his voice.

(Y/N) glanced up at him from her resting spot on his chest, “She just turned twenty a week ago.”

Dean groaned running his hand through his hair, “Fuck… no wonder she could come instantly. She could have kept going all night long.”

(Y/N) started laughing, “What? Wouldn’t have been able to keep up with her old man?”

He scoffed, “I bet I could have but then what kind of state would have that left you in. Pretty girl, I bet you’re aching for some relief.”

“I’m fine.” she said averting her gaze back to his chest. She hated how he could read her body so clearly.

“No you’re not. Your body is tense from being worked up. I know it’s that time of the month but is there any way I could help you?” He was genuinely concerned about her which melted her heart.

(Y/N) lifted herself up straddling his thick, muscular thigh, “What if you get worked up again?” she asked, grinding herself against him.

Dean rolled her onto her back settling between her legs. He was not hard but could feel he was well on his way to getting there. Rolling his hips against her, (Y/N) groaned allowing her head to press against the pillow.

“Oh, I think this will be a mutual release that we both are in need of.” He snapped his hips against her making her cry out before taking her down a path of pleasure of the next hour.

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that-winged-rat · 5 years ago

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Long Time No See

Summary: You are Sam and Dean’s long lost older sister and you just got out of Hell...

Characters: Sam, Dean, Chloe (OFC)(Mention of).

Pairings: None really.

Warnings: Descriptions of torture, angst, fluff.

It surprised you that after all these years of constant torture, you could still feel anything. You had been drowned in lava, skinned, torn to shreds, punched, kicked and things you didn't know were possible - even for demons.

You screamed until your lungs were raw. That shit bag of a demon had started to peal your skin off strip by strip a few hours ago, but he sure as hell was taking his sweet time, he had only done one arm. You didn’t know how much more you could take.

You tasted a mixture of salty tears and irony blood. You pleaded for that bastard to stop but all he did - all he ever did - was laugh and tell you things you were now numb to.

He started on you neck, which was always the worst area. Well honestly, everywhere hurt but your neck, your face and your legs were by far the worst. And that's where he was headed.

He got his knife and sliced a deep line underneath your jaw. From there, he got his bare hands and just tore, and tore until there was no flesh left. The tears were mixing with the sweat and you couldn't hear his sadistic laugh over the sound of your blood curling screams.

Then all of a sudden, darkness came. After the long and unmeasurable time you had spent in hell. After all the torture and pain you had been through, you had never reached a state of unconsciousness.

When you woke up you were on a bed in a very plain room. It was scarcely decorated and apart from the bed it only had a desk with a chair. 'Where am I? What the hell is going on?' Your mind raced with thoughts.

You decided to leave the room and try to figure out what was actually happening. You left the strange room to find a labyrinth looking hallway. You went left to find even more doors. It wouldn't surprise you if this was one of Hell's sick games.

Your heartbeat sped up when you heard someone's footsteps approaching you. You looked around for somewhere to go and decided to hide in one of the rooms. You clearly chose a bad room because you just so happened to go into the room where to owner of the footsteps were heading.

You found a vase to defend yourself, it wasn't much but it would do the trick. You could feel yourself start to shake when the door started to open. You couldn't go back there, to that damp cell that brought you so much pain and misery. The strange and inhumanly tall figure entered the room and you did the first thing you thought of and chucked the vase at his head.

It brought you a few seconds to bolt around the man who towered above you, and dart back to the room you found yourself in. You nearly made it when you heard someone else sauntering down the long hallway. "Sam?" Wait... Sam? You used to know someone called Sam but that was a long time ago and didn't stop you from heading towards your room.

You slammed the door in a hurry and you equipped yourself with a lamp and once again, you knew it wouldn't do much damage but it was more for reassurance.

Your heart skipped at a beat when someone started knocking at the door. "Hey, Y/N? It's ok, we're not going to hurt you." You could tell that they were trying to calm you down and talk with you. For a while you were tempted but remembered how this could just be the demons playing with your brain. After all the demon who tortured you always said if it was up to him, he would make you think you got out and give you a chance to make a new life for yourself before taking everything away. Maybe he finally got his ways.

"Just leave me alone." Your voice was hoarse, probably from lack of use. You just wanted everything to go away. All you wanted was to feel nothing. You slumped to the floor using the wall to support your descend, tears threatening to fall.

Before you went downstairs, you rarely ever cried. You left that up to your girlfriend, Chloe. She was the love of your life and if it was up to you, you would sell your soul for her again in a heartbeat even if it meant eternal damnation for you.

"Y/N, it's Sam and Dean Winchester. We know you know who we are." You looked up, removing your head from your arms. Your theory had been confirmed. You hadn't seen Sam and Dean since you were about 5. Well you had never actually met Sam but you knew of him. Though they didn't exactly know you, hearing their names gave you comfort and you opened up the door.

You looked up at the two towering giants and they gave you both a reassuring smile, you tried to return the gesture but it wasn't convincing. The last time you saw Dean he was running around in diapers and Sam wasn't even an idea yet.

"Can we talk?" The tallest of the two said. You were trying to figure out who was who and naturally, you would have said the taller one was Dean, but then you saw the emerald green eyes of the smaller one. The eyes anybody could get lost in. You found yourself soaking up his appearance. Everything from his sandy brown hair to the dusting of freckles scattered on his face, to those candy apple green eyes. You couldn't get over how different yet similar he looked.

It was only the deep voice of Sam that brought you out of your trance. "Y/N? Are you OK?" You looked up at who you guessed was Sam. During your time in Hell you had heard stories of the Winchesters and a small part of you was proud that they had saved the world not once, but twice. But you mostly felt guilty that they had gotten caught up in hunting and all that crap. Although they would never remember you, you still felt the need to protect them.

"Yeah I'm OK, I just..." You paused for a moment, "never mind. Anyway, what the hell is even going on?" Although you wanted you wanted to reconnect with the brothers you hadn't seen in over 30 years, you needed answers more.

"Well, I don't think there is any easy way of putting this but you, uh... you were in Hell," it seemed like Sam was doing all the talking, Dean was just sort of standing there, staring at you like you were to him earlier.

"Yeah, no shit, I kind of got that after the first week." You said trying to lighten the mood but you only received sympathetic smiles which made you uncomfortable.

After while, you explained that you got sent away for some unknown reason, when Dean was 3. You told them that you were raised in the life by some hunters. You met Chloe 12 years ago when you were 27. She died when a pissed off vamp tracked you down to your apartment. You couldn't bare to live without her and you knew what you had to do... sell your soul.

You asked the demon to bring her back but also remove you from her memory, like you never even existed and they gave you 2 years since you were a Winchester. It broke you when you saw her and she never ran over to you with her amazing smile, and the fact that you would never feel her warm embrace that would rid the world of all evil until she let go.

By the time you finished telling your story, tears were freely running down your rosy cheeks. You flinched at the touch of a calloused hand on your shoulder, which made it retreat, but soon returned. "Hey, it's just me. Look, I know I don't remember you and Sam has never even met you, but you're our family, you're our blood. And whatever you're going through, we're going to help you through it. Me and Sam? We've both been to hell, and we might not know exactly what you're going through, but we have a rough idea." Your brother, Dean's words brought even more tears streaming down your face, but you couldn't help the smile appearing on your face.

"When did my baby bro get so good with words?" You once again tried to lighten the mood, but this time was a success and you got a chuckle from both brothers.

"Don't be so sure about that." Your baby, baby brother remarked earning the first proper laugh from you and a glare from Dean which made you laugh more.

You finally got to see what amazing people your brothers had grown up to be and you got the amazing opportunity to finally be a part of their life. For nearly every day since you left, you wondered what you would do if you ever met them, and now you had the chance to find out.

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kickingitwithkirk · 5 years ago

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A Kiss Upon Your Shoulder

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Trouble Lacroix (OFC)

WC:3536

Warnings: 18 + only: kissing, humping M/F, intercourse, cursing, mention of addiction, angst

A/N: For @saxxxology #saxxxology vol.1 writing challenge

SONG PROMPT: Off My Mind-my favorite on the album

A/N: Set season 14 during Dean Winchester's possession by Apocalypse World's Micheal. Timeline extended and some events altered from series. I borrowed title from song lyrics.

*no beta- all mistakes are mine.

*GIF not mine

The sound of the bunker door closing reverberates through the room.

Several of the hunters around the map table stop what they're doing to watch an unusually tall Omega with long, smoky pink hair braided in a loose plait and wearing hunters garb descend the metal staircase halting at its bottom.

Sam Winchester is sitting at the far end of the table alternating between his phone receiving updates from hunters out in the field and the laptop looking for clues in the search for Dean while strategizing with Mary and Bobby their next move froze disbelieving his eyes.

“Sammy,” the Omega hesitantly says, her lightly accented voice startles him out of his stupor.

Batten down the hatches Sammy boy, Trouble just done walked back into my life… Dean used those exact words years ago introducing him to this Omega, never knowing how true they would turn out to be.

But not for him.

Sam's eyes shift into a fiery glow as his inner Alphas outrage surfaces at this imposter trying to pass itself as his long gone Omega.

“What fucking game are you playing at?” Sam gets up growling, stalking towards her pulling his demon blade.

“Sam wait!” Mary hollers at her youngest son knowing all too well the damage Sam can inflict under normal circumstances but in the state of extreme stress he’s currently under doesn’t want him to do anything he’ll regret.

The Apocalypse World hunters glance at each other perplexed having never before seeing an enraged Alpha, unsure what they should do.

After their arrival to this reality Sam gave them a crash course on life here, including the multiple genders of humans, Alpha/Beta/Omega, their confusing hierarchies and how they relate to each other.

The Alpha/Omega intricacies and nuances were still hard for them to comprehend since all of them were Betas.

The Omega cast her eyes down in deference to the large Alpha. “I'm here abo...” she doesn't finish speaking as he wraps his hand around her throat, slamming her back against a support column. She seizes his wrist as her eyes snap up meeting his glaring back before tilting her head as far as she can to the right exposing more of her throat.

Sam cautiously leans in, running his nose along her neck. The unique scent of winter, perceptible only to the Alpha under the scent blockers she’s used triggers memories he’s diligently repressed to keep this Omega off his mind come flooding back. The blade clatters loudly on the floor in the now silent room.

Wrapping his arms around her nuzzling into the curve of her neck he sucks on that spot he knows drives her crazy. Biting her lip she tangles her fingers in his long hair drawing him back up, running her tongue over his lips seeking entrance that he grants swirling his tongue around hers.

Someone's wolf whistling snaps them out of acting couple newly presented teens caught by their parents being very naughty.

“Hmm, not sorry,” she whispers nibbling on Sam’s ear making him quiver.

“Behave,” Sam mutters back taking a deep breath and subtlety adjusting himself before turning around to deal with everyone's reactions, not really ready to answer the inevitable questions.

Scenting his anxiety she twines their hands together offering a reassuring squeeze.

They’ve drawn quite a large audience from the library and adjoining hallways. People are elbowing each other grinning, whispering among themselves about their Chiefs and strange woman's reactions to each other then necking in front of everyone.

Mary stands there, arms crossed with the patented mom’s not amused look.

Sam huffs out an embarrassed laugh. “Everyone this is Trouble Lacroix, she’s my...she's an old friend.”

“I’m just an old friend after everything I went through for you?” Trouble snaps and Sam growls a warning at her tone but fuck it, she was right.

When Dean introduced them they were both junkies. Sam drugs of choice were demon blood and the power it gave him. Trouble’s was whatever made her forget her hunter fathers dominance over her as an Omega.

By the time they both got clean Sam found he could love again and she had learned to trust the Alpha in him wouldn't hurt her like others had. Sam swore during his next rut he would claim her as his Omega.

A week before he said yes to Lucifer and the subsequent showdown at Stull Cemetery he went into rut.

At their secret rendezvous, an old hunters cabin in Arkansas with his rut over Sam hadn’t claimed her, saying he couldn’t damn her, that this was his last chance to, unlike Jess, save her from certain death.

Trouble stood at the cabins window overlooking a small lake silently crying, unable to respond. The Alpha scented her sadness wanted nothing more than to comfort his Omega but all he could do was to kiss her shoulder, as he’d always done before leaving that last time.

Almost a decade later Sam can see the damage his refusals done in her sorrowful eyes.

“You kiss all your old friends like that?” Bobby quipped sarcastically eliciting a few laughs and breaking some of the tension.

“You look like Bobby Singer but you...resonate all wrong,” Trouble remarks as her light colored eyes surveys the others in the room finally coming to rest on Jack. “A Nephilim without Grace?”

“Yes, he is,” Mary answers crossing over to stand next to Jack, “how can you know that?”

Trouble shrugs “I’ve always been able to perceive things that are outside the normal spectrum.”

“You can what?” Maggie asks confused.

“The Omega can see that you’re out of tune with this reality,” Castiel states tipping his head to the side studying her, “she also possess other abilities.”

“I don’t need them to see your a dick.”

“Trouble,” Sam warns knowing she’d picked that up from Dean.

“Sorry, Angel of the Lord.” She half ass apologizes.

“And you suddenly show up here out of nowhere because?” Mary tersely inquires in her Alpha voice. Sam bristles unhappy that another Alpha, even his own mother, thinks they can question the Omega.

Releasing Sam’s hand she steps closer to Mary taking the same stance staring her straight in the eye. “I’ve seen Dean.”

Trouble tells them everything about her encounter with Dean in Nova Scotia, where she’s been the last two months.

They question is why he let her live when he’s killed others he has had contact with, another piece in a puzzle not making sense.

Sam asks her to stay but she turns him down, telling him it's safer for her to keep moving. He counters what better place is there for protection than in the heavily warded bunker?

She reluctantly agrees but only until Dean returns.

Mary makes it vehemently clear it’s problematic having an unclaimed Omega stay.

Sam reminds his mother that he is a mature Alpha, been making his own decisions without her input his whole life and with the daily suppressants he’s taken for years can control his instincts.

That got Mary’s back up, ready to argue with her youngest son, reminding him the Omegas already made the unmated Alpha act out. Bobby pulls her to the side and somehow he convinces her that the Omegas will be an assist in finding Dean. She doesn’t like but relents. Trouble is to stay in Dean's room, his Beta scent will help cover hers more to mollify Sam and a physical space between them for Mary.

Sam's frustrations over having not found Dean yet and his personal anxieties were intermittently fluctuating. The stresses he’s under, hardly eating, barely sleeping a couple hours a day while keeping track of people out on cases and figuring out how to help Jack adapt to not having his powers. Then there’s Nick, the mere mention of his name makes Sam shudder, let alone the traumatic physical and emotional memories dredged up by their face to face interactions.

Thankfully, there hadn’t been any real drama between Mary and Trouble. They’ve avoided each other as much as possible in the bunker.

It was really late or early, depending on how one looked at it, and Sam was still setting in the quiet library, waiting for the last couple of hunters to check in. “Sam, you’ve been here for hours, go to bed.” Trouble softly remarks as she walks up behind him gently running her fingers through his hair.

Sam closes his eyes enjoying her touch. “Just waiting on Maggie and Sharon to check in then I'll go.”

She snorts snagging his phone when it sounds, “Who you lying to? OK, their at the one star for the night. Everyone's accounted for.” Sam reaches for his phone and she dodges typing before handing it back and walking off.

“Cas is what...the hell that’s happening!” Sam gets up going after her.

“Bobby’s idea so go bitch to him mister ‘cause technically your off duty for the next twenty-four hours.” Trouble says unintimidated with him following her fuming, “Your exhausted Sam, you need a break so quit fighting and let us help.”

She stops at the shower-room door. “First, go bathe, you reek Alpha, then meet me in your room.” Sam goes from pissed off to aroused in three seconds. Trouble scents him, “Yeah right, it’s Netflix and chill...” She remarks them gives him a mischievous grin sashaying off.

Sam had been making courting overtures towards her, even though they were on a time limit, hoping he'd be awake long enough to make the most of this opportunity.

After the much needed shower Sam heads to his room in nothing but a low slung towel tosses it with his clothes into the dirty laundry hamper. Trouble came in carrying a tray of food locking the door behind her stops, inhaling sharply at the view of a completely naked Sam. He shivers as her eyes rove over him.

Sam’s not as bulked up as he was a decade ago, a leaner version still possessing a well defined upper body leading down to his flat stomach, the sharp v of his hips and those long legs. And between those legs...Swallowing hard and flushed Trouble moves setting the tray down on his bedside table as he hastily pulls on sweats and a grey t-shirt.

“Your three episodes behind in that series, figured you might want to watch it.” Trouble says grabbing his laptop and crawling onto his bed pulling up what he had been watching. “Have you seen it?” He asks sitting next to her.

“No, first your gonna eat,’ she gestures towards the tray with tomato rice soup, crackers and fruit, “then you can catch me up.”

By episode three Sam had eaten everything on the tray, brushed his teeth and was sacked out. Trouble shut the laptop down and placed it on the desk.

Turning out all the lights but a bedside one she slips back in next to Sam picking up the book she brought from the library. She’d been reading for awhile when Sam rolls over in his sleep, one leg landing between hers, arm draped across her waist and his head on her shoulder nuzzling into her neck murmuring, “back in my bed.”

As consciousness slowly filtered through the haze of extended sleep two things simultaneously get Sam’s attention, the cool scent of the Omega he’s spooning and his morning wood trapped between them.

“Must’a been a good dream,” Trouble yawns rolling onto her stomach, the sheet sliding down reliving her long legs and lower cheeks peeking out under her oversized T-shirt burying her head in the pillow mumbling “I was gonna leave after you fell asleep.”

Running a hand up the back of her thighs he pushes till she parts her legs far enough for him to touch her outer folds feeling how wet she already is before slipping two fingers into her tight channel. Trouble moans as he them slides deeper, making her wriggle against the mattress seeking friction against her clit. Sam crawls over wedging a knee between hers.

“Sam..we..sho..shouldn’t.”

Pulling his fingers out Sam moves straddling her legs, pinning them closed as he sits on her thighs stroking himself, using her slick as lubricant. Grasping her hips he starts rutting his cock between her ass cheeks.

Grunting, Sam shifts picks up momentum and with her under him, even like this, knows he’s not gonna last long. “Fuc..fuck Trouble..gonna cum…” Sam jerks back fisting his cock rapidly, cumming on her before falling forward and catches himself with one hand next to her, breathing hard. With his other hand Sam runs his fingers through his spending's rubbing it across her back.

Trouble pushes up onto her elbows looking back at him, “Dude, are you scent marking me?”

“Maybe.” Sam replies with a smug smile.

“So gross, Alpha.”

Sam was beyond frustrated and feeling sick on his drive back from Atlanta. The rumored sighting of Dean end up being a bust, another one of those crazies he’s sick of wasting his time chasing. Switching off the radio that's making his headache pound harder making him wish he was home already.

Trouble, utilizing her abilities, was able to help eliminate some of bogus reports. Unfortunately, when any of them got to close, Dean disappeared.

The last time she had him, he created some kind of feedback knocking her unconscious. Cas checked her over, telling Sam she would be fine.

When she woke up Trouble tells them she’s seeing Dean doing strange experimentation on different types of monsters using Archangel Grace and it scares the hell out of her.

That was Sam’s breaking point. He stormed through the bunker in full Alpha mode from the infirmary to Deans room, packed her duffel and hauled it to his room. Even Mary knew better than to get in his way this time.

Sam couldn’t get her off his mind anymore now he had her back in his bed. She allowed him hold her whenever they slept together but wouldn’t permit anything else since that morning.

The Lebanon City Limits sign was a welcome sight. Sam was sweating, shaky and just wanting to get home.

He arrived at the bunker wondering what the hell he had caught. Mary greeted him with a hug and frowned catching his scent. Sam played it off, saying the Beta who had one too many hits of the brown acid was ill and he must have caught it.

Another hunter handed him a bowl of soup and bad news about some gypsy vamps attaching truckers. He had them set up checkpoints and sat down to hack the traffic cams. Mary gripped his arm concerned as he’s typing but he says he‘s good. She didn't believe him but doesn’t push knowing he wasn't gonna stop.

Six hours later as he left Nicks room he felt a massive surge go through him, no longer able to ignore what was wrong and it was his own damn fault.

Sam had forgotten his suppressants and for the first time in years was going into rut. He made it to the end of the hall before passing out.

Cas had been by his friends bedside since Sam was found unconscious in one of the hallways days ago. He had been able to temporarily bring Sam's fever down and gave him sedatives to help him rest but with his age not being mated and having gone years without a rut his biology was demanding only cure, his chosen Omega.

Cas had called the Omega only getting her voicemail, left a message and began sending multiple texts.

He explained to Bobby that Mary had to leave the bunker, not only for her safety but the Betas also living there, unsure of how Sam will react to having another Alpha present when his Omega returned. Bobby found a case in Oregon that would occupy them for at least a week.

So Cas continued to do the only thing he could and watches over his friend.

Sam woke groggy from the sedatives to the strong scent of an Omega in heat pulling him to full consciousness.

Rolling onto his side he finds Trouble lying next to him naked, covered in a light sheen of sweat fitfully sleeping.

Moving to spoon her from behind he grips one leg hooking it over his rocking his hips sliding his engorged cock through her dripping folds, Half asleep she whimpers pulling out of his grip, drawing both legs to her chest. Rumbling in discontent Sam scoots behind her again, lines up and buries himself in her tight heat making her moan with pleasure, her cunt stretching around him.

Sam pulls out and hauls Trouble onto her hands and knees spreading her legs wide and sinks back in till his hips are flush against her ass. Feeling her relax around him Sam grasps her waist so tight bruises already forming and growling at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her slick cunt he starts pounding his hips rapidly.

Trouble reaches out grabbing the headboard to stop Sam from shoving her into it since he has six inches and nearly seventy pounds on her and is running on his instinct to mate.

Sam's knot starts to swell he continues thrusting wildly wrenches her hips up, forcing her to arch her back more as he grunts ramming the now fully engorged knot into her cunt locking them together and falls over her back, rolling his hips as she clenches him cumming.

Sam pushes himself back upright pulling her with him, flush against chest seizes a fistful of her thick hair bends to bite deeply into her neck making Trouble cry out loudly and cum again.

As they counterbalance each other Sam runs his tongue over his mark cleaning off the seeping blood helping the wound seal up faster before shifting to lay them down on the mattress.

Feeling the tug of his knot Trouble clenches tightly around him again, sending another orgasm rippling through Sam, releasing more of his seed into her.

Sam wraps his arms around Trouble, their bodies trembling from the exertion and a feeling of immense peace he’s never had before settles within him. He places a kiss upon her shoulder as it dawns on him he’s finally being to call her his omega.

“It's just every time I think about ya know its a..its like a nightmare. I can't eat, can't sleep, it’s always just there watching.” Dean bitched as they’re walking through the hallways.

“Dean, it’s just a beard, I’ve been a little busy lately” Sam remarks back exasperated and relived to have his brother back giving him a hard time.

“Yeah well, that’s not an excuse ya know, ‘cause a.. Duck Dynasty called and they just they want it all back.”

“Some people say I look good.” Sam proudly states almost telling him why he’s really kept it.

“No..no Sam, no people say that.” Dean shakes his head.

“Duck Dynasty is a step up from Dr. Sexy in some peoples opinions,” Dean turns to counter that insult disbelieving his eyes like Sam did weeks ago.

Trouble’s leaning against the wall now sporting titian tresses that rival Rowena's.

“Good to have you back Dean,” She says giving him a hug, “and I like the beard.” Walking over to Sam she pushes him against the wall wantonly kissing in front of Dean.

Breathless, Sam touches his forehead against hers running his fingers along the flannels front, “I was looking for this shirt the other day ‘mega.”

“Hmm, my bad, suppose I need to be punished Alpha.” She teasingly remakes biting her lip as Sam purrs low in his chest sliding the shirt off her shoulders.

“You’re back together?” Dean blurts out in disbelief interrupting them.

Sam turns pulling Trouble with him, her back flush against his chest reaches up moving her hair revealing his mark.

Dean looks between them, “fucking took you long enough Sammy,” he barks before continuing down the hallway grumbling, “there better not be any more surprises.”

Sam nuzzled into her neck breathing in the new honey-vanilla scent mixing with her naturally cooler one reaches down placing his large hands protectively over her womb where their surprise is resting tenderly kissing her shoulder.

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avengerscompound · 6 years ago

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The Tower: Unexpected - 11

The Tower: Unexpected An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist Previous //

Pairing: Avengers x ofc, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2416

Warnings: pregnancy, angst

Synopsis: A little over 2 years after moving into the Avengers Tower, Elly finds herself pregnant against the odds. While some are excited, others are terrified, and pregnancy that none expected to happen causes rifts through the group and threatens to end the relationship.

Author’s Note: Written with the very hungover @fanficwriter013

Chapter 11: The Return of the Science Bros

The next few weeks went by fine. I’d pretty much resigned that this was my family now. The pregnancy had reached 24 weeks. I hadn’t seen Bruce or Tony for five months. I figured I wasn’t ever going to despite reassurances from the others that they were working on Tony and he was just in hardcore nesting mode to deal with the panic he was feeling. I had reached the point where I wasn’t sure I wanted him to come back.

Bruce, on the other hand, was concerning. We weren’t sure if he was hiding or if Hulk just liked the idea of being a dad so much he wasn’t willing to give him back. Wanda seemed to think it was the second but no one could convince him to let go of control and when we tried he’d start getting agitated.

The biggest problem we faced was the living situation. The others had said Tony was working on it. It didn’t seem to be getting worked on though and I was starting to worry.

“I just don’t know where we’re going to put them. We’re running out of time.” I said.

“They’re gonna be pretty small,” Clint joked. “You can put them in one crib in the corner. They won’t take up much room.”

“I'm sorry, they?”

I turned suddenly toward the sound of Tony’s voice. He stood at the door to the stairwell, the door still held open like he might retreat back through it.

“I - uh - Tony?” I said, in a state of shock. He looked like he hadn’t shaved in months, and was wearing a black tank top and sweats.

“Yes?” He said. “You said they. What does ‘they’ mean?”

“It means ‘they’,” I said, still not sure what was happening or why he was there. Or if he was even actually there and I wasn’t hallucinating. “As in there's more than one.”

“How many?” He asked.

It was like my brain suddenly accepted what was happening and rather than being relieved to see him I was pissed. “I don't - No... you don't just get to come in here and drill me for information when I haven't seen you for 5 months. You don't get to do that.”

“And these triplets or whatever could be mine?” Tony asked. I just sat silently not acknowledging him. Fuming that he’d just come in here and expecting answers.

“Okay. You want me to leave then?” He snarked.

I snapped, the hurt and pain bubbling and spewing out of me. “I want you to say you're sorry to me!” I shouted. “I want you to beg me to take you back! You keep running from me whenever something happens and you get scared and I just have to sit here and wait until you're ready like I'm a good little girl? You're lucky I'm still here!”

He blinked at me like I’d slapped him.

“Why should I tell you anything about them when you don't even want them? Come in here snapping at me like I did something specifically to hurt you. Like I'm not also terrified by this. I'm not - You don't get to treat me like I don't mean anything to you!”

“El,” Wanda said softly putting her hand on me.

“No. No. I don't always have to be the bigger person.” I said getting up suddenly, the tears I had been fighting back finally breaking.

“Elly,” Steve said.

I wheeled on him suddenly. “Stop using the misbehaving daughter voice on me!” I shouted spinning on my heel and going to march out. A sharp pain ran up my side and I doubled over, groaning.

“Elly, that wasn't the voice,” Steve said, while Hulk stood and made a distressed noise.

I sunk to my knees rubbing my side and making a pained sound as it felt like a tearing was happening down my side.

“Elly?” Hulk grumbled as he moved closer and Nat and Sam got up and rushed to my side.

“I don't - I think I'm okay,” I said rubbing my side.

Hulk took a step towards me and started to lose his green. I stared up at him as his muscles shrunk and contracted. Until all that was left was Bruce standing there holding a far too big of a pair of pants up. He blinked around the room a confused expression on his face. “What’s happening?”

It was too much, the pain, Bruce being back. Tony. Steve scolding me. I broke down into wracking sobs and clutched my side. “I think it’s the babies, Bruce,” Natasha said an edge of panic in her voice as Sam poked and prodded at me.

“Okay,” Bruce said moving to my side. “I've got you. Talk to me.”

“Hurts here,” I said rubbing the spot where the pain was radiating out from.

“Okay,” Bruce said beginning to feel around with Sam. “Let me look.

“You came back,” I said quietly as I watched them.

“Hulk panicked. Thought I was needed.” He said not looking up.

“You've been needed this whole time.”

“I'm sorry.”

I put my hand on his forearm as he pressed against my side. “Did you know? Could you hear things?”

“Sometimes. Very, very faintly,” Bruce said looking up into my eyes. “Like I was underwater. I’m sorry, L. I wanted to come back. I couldn’t get him to let go.” I nodded and rubbed his arms. He kept poking around and looked up at me. “I think it’s just a pinched nerve.”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.” Sam agreed.

I let out a breath. “They’re okay?”

Bruce nodded and helped me back to a seat. “I believe so. You have an obstetrician?” I nodded and Bruce looked up. “FRIDAY, can you page them?”

“Right away, Doctor Banner.” She replied.

I sighed and tried to relax. “Twins, Tony. It's twins.” I said without looking at him.

He let out a breath. “Oh, just twins.”

“And they're only yours if you want them to be.”

“I want it on the record that I was here before Bruce.” He said.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head slightly. “Uh-huh.”

“I’m here.” Tony protested.

“Okay.”

“I have some designs too,” He said pulling out a tablet.

I sighed and shook my head again trying really hard to not just lose it at him. “I think you’re forgetting something.”

He made a face and shifted where he stood.

I let my head roll so I was looking at him. “Would you like me to just disappear for 5 months? Lock you completely out? How would that make you feel?”

“Oh,” He said frowning. “I needed to access some things. And yes, I probably pulled a Howard.”

“So... what would you like to have heard from Howard?” I said drily.

“From Howard?” He asked. “I wouldn’t even know.”

I groaned and my head fell back. “Tony. I want you to tell me you're sorry and that you love me and I want to feel like you mean it. Or no. You aren't here.”

“But I am here.” He protested.

I stood up and Natasha moved quickly to support me. “I’m going to go lie down. Bruce, it’s good to see you back. If anyone has anything they feel they might like to tell me I’ll be in there.” I say pointing at the bedroom. “Otherwise, when the doctor gets here, that’s where I am.”

“Thanks, El,” Bruce said softly as I shuffled to the bedroom being supported by Nat. She helped me into the bed and I pulled the body pillow close as I got comfortable. It wasn’t long until there was a gentle knock on the door.

“You want me to leave you alone with him?” Natasha asked moving to open the door.

“Yes, please. Thank you, Tasha.” I said.

She nodded and let Tony in, stepping past him as she left. He stood by the door shifting awkwardly on his feet. “I, uh. I have some things to say. But I'm not sure I can.”

“I need to hear them, Tony. I'm hanging on by a thread here.”

He sighed and shifted again. “I know,” he said, “I just... I don't know. I don't wanna fuck them up. But I don't exactly know how to be there for them.”

“My dad once broke my arm in such a way that when you touched it, it felt like play-doh,” I said, shaking my head. “You think I don't have those exact same fears? We'll do the best we can. I get being scared. Fuck, if I could put this on hold and go on a bender where none of you saw me for a week I probably would. I'm not mad that you got scared and you don't know how to do this. I am hurt that you didn't come and talk to me. That once again you put FRIDAY on lockdown so if I needed you I couldn't come and see you.”

“I'm sorry,” he said, frowning. “I needed time. And that was fucked up because… That's exactly what Howard would do. And exactly what I don't want to do.”

“I've been so alone,” I said trying not to cry again. “When my morning sickness was at its worse Nat went on a mission, and Steve decided he had to go save the world or something and I would wake up and throw up and Wanda would rub my back and then I'd go to work. And I was alone all day in my lab because you wouldn't let me in and Bruce was just gone.”

“What do you want me to say? All I can say is that I'm sorry. And I was an asshole. I didn't have Steve send Nat away.”

The tears broke again and silently slipped down my cheeks. I was so afraid. I wanted to forgive him but I was scared that this would happen again and if I forgave him this, I’d forgive him anything. “I want you to hold me and reassure me you won't do this again. I want to know that you get what you did to me here. That this is the second time you've done this to me and that’s not acceptable. That I never ever have to worry about you doing this to me if I forgive you.”

“I didn't mean to,” He said, shifting again, but not coming over. “You understand that all intimacy in my life has been flakey, unreliable, or absolutely fake and manipulative right?”

“Have I been like that?” I asked, looking up at him.

He shook his head.

“I love you, Tony. I am as patient with you as I can be. I want you to be happy and feel that love you have been denied for so long. But I didn’t mean for this to happen. I hate that I hurt you with this. That I made you doubt me and my intentions. But it was an accident and I’m hurting and you are still over there and you still haven’t told me you won’t do this to me again.”

He moved to the bed, slipping off his shoes and sitting down on the side, still just out of reach. “I know,” he said, running his hands through his hair. “That's the worst part. I know you didn't do this to trap me or force me into something.”

“I don't even know how it happened. She said just my birth control alone was one in 2000 women every three years. Like what the fuck? How am I now pregnant with twins?” I said and looked down at my stomach.

He let out a breath. “It was meant to be, I guess.”

“I guess so. I wish... I wish we could have planned to have them.”

He moved closer and I leaned my head against his thighs. “That would have been ideal,” he said as he ran his hands through my hair. “I’m sorry, Elise. You don’t have to take me back, but I promise I won’t do it again.”

I sighed and just sat leaning against him as he played with my hair. “So I guess here's what you need to know. It's a boy and a girl. My doctor has done blood tests to determine if they are genetically related to Bruce, Steve, Bucky and I guess Thor too. There is a small chance they have two different fathers. She will only disclose if they are those people's if she's worried about their health in some way. So far we don't know and Steve doesn't want anyone to know. As far as he's concerned they're his kids and anyone else that chooses to do this.”

“Okay,” He said his breath catching a little. “A little boy and a little girl.”

I nodded and took his hand, placing it on my stomach. It wasn’t long until there was a kick. He looked down at my stomach before looking back up at me. “They … they do that?”

“Yeah, for a while now. You’ve missed a lot, Tony.”

He nodded and slipped down into the bed, keeping his hand on my stomach. For a while, we didn’t say anything. We just sat, him feeling the babies. “Do they have names?”

“First names. The girl is Riley and the boy is Pietro.”

He nodded a small frown on his face. “Okay.”

“You have any input on middle names?” I asked.

He looked at me a little startled. “Maria?”

I nodded. “Yeah. That would be nice. Riley Maria.” I said. “You know, if you can just trust yourself, that you aren't the person you think you are, you'll be a great dad, Tony.”

“I will?”

“Yeah. If you don't lock yourself up when you get scared. I've seen you with that spider-kid.” I said, rubbing his thigh.

“That’s different. I’m not his dad. I’m just a mentor. I only see him sometimes and his Aunt is amazing. I can’t fuck him up.” He argued.

I shrugged. “Still. You’re good. You'll be good. Just... Make sure you practice saying I love you.”

“Right.” He said with a nod. “I - I do love you, Elly. I love you. I’m really sorry I did this to you again.”

I melted into him and he wrapped his arms around me, leaning his chin on the top of my head. Maybe we still had some work to do, but finally, we were all back together again. That was at least a good start.

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stusbunker · 5 years ago

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Home is Where She Is

For Better or Worst Series: Chapter Nine

Featuring: Sam Winchester x Emery Simmons-Winchester OFC

Season 14 AU

Word Count: 2304

Summary: Sam talks to someone he probably shouldn’t, Dean hones in on something going on back on Earth, a flashback and someone makes up Sam’s mind for him.

Warnings: I had a really hard time with this chapter due to recent events. Please read with caution. Drunk!Sam, Angst, Negative Self Talk, Unexplained Phenomenon, Magical Persuasion, Angst.

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For this reason, when I could stand it no longer, I sent to find out about your faith. I was afraid that in some way the tempter had tempted you and that our labors might have been in vain. -1 Thessalonians 3:5

He wasn’t tasting anything, it hadn’t the time to settle on the tongue, it was shot back into his throat. Fast, hot, burning, crawling through his veins over the anger and into the tension in his chest and shoulders. Sam wasn’t an angry drunk, but he was an obvious one. Even after years knocking back the hard stuff alongside Dean, Sam had a limit and he had already surpassed it. The baseball game in the background kept the mood light as his fingers picked at the label of his beer. Something he hadn’t ordered, but what the bartender brought back instead of another double.

Was this Becky all over again?

Sam laughed mirthlessly at himself; who gets hit the same way twice? A shitty hunter, that’s who. He shook his head and tipped back the beer, letting the sour liquid coat his tongue and catch in the back of his mouth before emptying into a deep swallow. He heard laughter as a group entered, the sound melodious, sticking out above the rest of the noise surrounding him. He ignored it as the voice faded into the mumble of the group. The bartender started talking the Rockies’ bullpen and Sam fudged his way through the conversation, asking open ended questions to keep the man engaged. It was nice to talk to someone without expectations, to exist at the surface level of things.

The distraction was short lived. Sam pouted as the bartender suggested something to eat but nodded and acknowledged the offer after a dizzying trip to the bathroom. It was then that the peace of the superficial was broken.

“Well, look who is out of the house and off his leash,” Cady’s voice goaded from the high-top table across the way. Sam closed his eyes and sighed, trying to ignore the itch to reply. He wasn’t sure he could stop himself from slurring his comeback. He kept his eyes on the screen. Her friends seemed to ignore her sudden outburst and the din continued, but her voice repeatedly rose above the general conversation, reminding him he was being watched. Not a comforting feeling, especially for one who preferred the other side of observation.

Sam started spinning his wedding band on the bar, getting lost in the reflection as it crossed through the glass of water he received with his burger. It wasn’t anything flashy, but the ring reminded him of his wedding night, the glimmering circle in Emery’s eyes. The promise and the pact. He slid the cooled metal back on to his hand, familiar now in weight and position. Somewhere between that night and now things got complicated and he had been duped. How could he be sure it wasn’t her fault? What better way to keep him in line than make him forget he made a deal in the first place? Make him forget who he was at all.

“Somebody is awfully quiet over here,” Cady’s voice came out as a husky whisper, her hand perched on his seatback. Sam inhaled and smiled back sloppily.

“Cady! Enjoying yourself?” Sam asked, eyes not quite open. “How were finals?”

She squinted at him before biting back a huge grin. “Good, yeah. Sam?”

“Hmm?” Sam replied, gesturing to the empty seat beside him. She plopped down and turned to face him, resting her cheek in her palm against the bar. Interest and mischief battled over her features.

“Are you seriously drunk right now?” She smiled at the bartender who shared her summation.

Sam gave her the side eye as air puffed out of his lips in disbelief. “Do I look drunk?”

“Um, yeah, you’re totally sloshed. I like it. I don’t think I’ve seen you relax before,” Cady trailed off, eyes sparkling as his lips scrunched up against his nose.

“That’s because you only see me at work. Not really the place to relax, or drink, for that matter,” Sam adds like it is some untold wisdom.

“I suppose,” Cady chuckles. “But we’re not at work now.”

“We—are not,” Sam agreed. “But don’t try hitting on me again. It wasn’t fun last time.”

Cady giggled and rolled her eyes as the bartender pretended not to hear their conversation.

“Yeah, that was pretty dumb of me, huh?” Cady leaned forward grabbing Sam’s left hand. “What with you being happily married and all.”

Sam’s face crumbled for the briefest second, his brow and lips unsure what they wanted to convey. He watched her inspect his ring, pulling back when she tried to take it off.

“Don’t be like that,” Sam said over a pointed finger. Cady held up her hands in surrender, laughing at his unintimidating tone.

“What are you even doing here? Drinking to drink?” Cady continued to prod.

Sam shrugged, draining the last drops of his beer. He didn’t want to move on to the water, not yet. Dejectedly he started picking at his fries, dragging the plate towards Cady as she hadn’t stopped eying him eat. She took one and chewed on in carefully.

“Why are you drinking, Sam?” Cady tried again.

“Do you ever think about how much we change food to make it taste good? How many things are done to a potato to make it into a fry? When the potato itself is food, but we have to peal it and slice into it and just scald it in oil to make it desirable?”

“Can’t say that I have thought about it lately. Where are you going with this?” Cady took another fry and looked over to her friends.

“You can go, you know. You’ll have more fun over there. I’m not close-the-bar kind of fun,” Sam lamented.

“Oh, I bet you could be,” Cady reassured, but stood anyway.

Sam gave her a sad smile and a gentle nod. “Be safe?”

“You too. I’m not going anywhere, if you need a ride, okay?” Cady looked back to the bartender before giving Sam a one-armed hug. He pulled his face away from the embrace but patted her forearm all the same. He didn’t know how he felt anymore.

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Everything she touched crumbled in the end. Emery stood feeling utterly helpless as Sam walked out of the house. His phone remained on the charging dock attached to the Bluetooth speaker which they kept opposite the stovetop; she wouldn’t be able to find him if she tried. If he went after the angels, they were dead or as good as. She wasn’t sure what would happen if he simply left her there and returned to his old life. He needed something out of this arrangement just as she did, but was it enough to keep him there?

Baffled, Emery tossed the remnants of Sam’s meal and started loading the dishwasher. Once the mess in front of her face was cleaned up, her mind started to spiral. She headed to put away her shoes, taking the stairs dejectedly. As she closed the door to her closet, their oversized bed silently mocked her. Her sudden domestic bliss wasn’t reverting to the bitter stalemate it had been, it was completely unraveling. And yet she couldn’t quite understand why she was taking it so personally, why this felt more like a rejection than a jumbled negotiation. Why Sam walking away to clear his head was immediately equated as a failure on her part.

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Dean felt many things behind the wheel of the phantom Baby with Michael at his side: fear, resolve, annoyance, and panic, just to name a few. What he felt that night, though it was perpetually night, was something new and it made him that much more alert. In a word, it was defeat. He glanced over to the smug bastard angel to see if he felt it as well, but Michael was the same as ever. Dean fixed his grip on the wheel and sank shallowly into the sensation, the need to find the source and the fear of what it meant steadying his descent.

Suddenly, the rearview mirror flickered from the repetitive retreating streetlights onto a bedroom, big and bright, centered around a very inviting bed. Suddenly a woman appeared, followed by a mutt. She spread across the comforter and stroked the opposite pillow as the dog circled at the foot of the bed. Dean didn’t know how, but he knew her even to the point where her name was on the tip of his tongue. Trying to hold his reactions in check, he continued to watch her as she began to sniffle, love lost flowing to him from upon the silent screen.

Suddenly, she sat up and dragged herself to her feet, a voice both faint and coaxing reached through the void. “Let’s go Banders, if Sam’s not coming back, we really do have the whole place to ourselves.”

“Oh look, another dog,” Michael slipped in, unimpressed. Dean rolled his eyes and looked back to see her before she left the room, but the darkness behind them had returned across the mirror.

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Sam was starting to feel the sofa in his bones, the nights he refused to sleep in the bed with Emery began to accumulate in his joints. Bedraggled he rolled down onto the floor where Bandit found him doing his morning push-ups. After going through his regular routine, Sam went upstairs to shower and change. He knocked on the door to the room he no longer claimed as his, though it was where all of his clothing was kept. As he opened the door, Sam was greeted with a considering smirk on his wife’s face. Emery’s hazel eyes seemed to sparkle with untold gratitude and the sheer pleasantness of her expression dazzled him.

She had always been beautiful, his original appraisal hadn’t changed with the waning of the wedding spell’s magic. But that morning Emery’s beauty radiated out like a fireplace, warm and inviting, comfort at last. Sam actually sighed as an awkward grin bent his lips and he gave her a small wave.

“Uh, sorry, I thought you were done,” Sam apologized and started backing away.

“No, it’s okay!” Emery blushed. “I didn’t say anything, because I was hoping to surprise you back.” She adjusted a glinting bottle on her dresser top before speaking again, Sam confused, waited to see what she meant.

“I can’t believe it has been a month already, can you?” Emery slipped into her shoes and glanced at Sam over her shoulder.

“I guess not,” Sam agreed, still slightly dumbfounded by the new aura she held. They looked at each other, in the eye, the first time in weeks without annoyance or trepidation and shared a shy smile.

“Anyway, I’m done, have at it.” Emery paused at the door, sounding hopeful. “See ya after work?”

Sam nodded casually. The closing door sent a waft of jasmine back to him.

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Cady whistled as she pulled up to the curb outside the obscenely well-lit corner house. Sam grunted in the backseat as Cady’s roommate shoved him back to his side of the bench seat.

“Dude, we’re here,” an unfamiliar voice pulled Sam from the depths of sleep, with a jarringly familiar phrase.

“Yeah, I’m up,” Sam muttered, wiping the drool from his beard. Looking up at the house from the sedan’s backseat made him feel nine years old, the two-story monstrosity looming above, like all those that waited until his dad could vanquish its past. Instead of ghosts or even ghouls, it held forgotten truths and guilt, the shame of his outburst and the distrust of months of affection. He didn’t remember asking them to take him home.

“You okay from here, stud?” Cady called from the driver’s seat.

Sam croaked out something close to a ‘who the hell knows,’ but recovered with a decisive throat clear. “Yep, thanks.”

Like a new foal, Sam pulled himself out of the tiny backseat, unfurling his limbs until his feet steadied underneath him. Slapping the roof with two quick pats, Sam was off, heading back to the place that he couldn’t seem to leave.

The security system was armed, causing Sam to grab for a weapon that was not in his belt, before he staggered toward the keypad beside the front door, that they never used. He groaned in relief while the disabled chime rang out. He squinted in the dark, trying to gain his bearings in the silent house. If Sam had been closer to sober, he would have been surprised that Bandit hadn’t come to greet him, if not concerned that the alarm hadn’t woken Emery.

He stumbled into the Den, not wanting to ascend the stairs or set down his pride just yet. After nearly whiffing on the two steps leading into the sunken room, Sam caught himself on the archway. A slight growl came from seemingly nowhere. Slowly, Sam focused on the sight before him, emotion burned deep into his chest, causing the breaths to heave as he tried to meter their intensity. Bandit was pinned to Emery’s side as she slept, but the dog’s tail wagged once he saw it was Sam. Ever the dutiful boy, Bandit let his snout fall back into the crook of Emery’s arm. Seeing them huddled together like that, almost like they had been waiting up for him, damn near broke Sam in half.

He lowered himself down onto the stairs, elbows falling to his bent knees as he cried. He cried out of frustration of having a life so tangible and impractical, for wanting to keep it. He cried because he was drunk and when he wasn’t sappy happy; he got morose. But mostly he cried because he was so relieved that she stayed, but so terrified that he could no longer rely on his feelings to guide him. Sure, he was smart, but his instincts came from inside and without those, who was he?

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