#a very good poor little meow meow moment. a little special treat just for me

[competentwoman]

biiiig moty contender for me. i don't think i'm ever going to be normal again after this match it was simply too good

[diredove]

Hello!!! May I request Staff x Reader scenarios or headcanons whichever you feel like doing where the reader gets very flustered and bashful at flirtation and compliments towards them? 👉👈😚

You bet! Thanks for my first ask! <333

This is pretty long since it includes everyone, so most of it is under the cut! Let’s see how I do, hehe

Dire Crowley 

- He gets a major ego boost out of it, your blush can only mean that his charm is still as all-encompassing as it was in his youth!

- He's going to act (very poorly) like he's apologetic about making you shy, but his apology is buried under him having a big head about it

-"Ah, am I too bold for you? I can't help that I am not only kind, but also debonair! It is a curse!"

- Also just because he apologizes for being bold doesn't mean he's going to stop! Now that he knows how much he effects you he's going to flirt with you at every chance and revel in the flush on your face

- "How cute, I've once again put you under my spell! Will you ever recover?"

- You can say goodbye to the days you could walk freely on campus, because now you never know when Dire is going to catch sight of you and yell out some super specific compliment at you even as you try to run

- No seriously, he pops out when you least expect him with the cheesiest lines on the tip of his tongue, if you weren't so busy being embarrassed for yourself you'd be embarrassed for him

- But it's okay, everyone else side eyes him for you, because it's actually painful how proud Dire is of himself whenever you can't meet his eyes

- The man is on cloud nine having an adorable being like you at his whim alright, you really need to understand how big his chest is puffed up because of you

- If you actually asked him to stop, let's be honest, he wouldn't listen at first. Dire is someone who needs it drilled into his head to get the picture and just one scolding isn't enough for him to give up his new favorite pass time

- If you truly mean it, he'll sulk about it and lament the loss of your rosy cheeks dramatically, but he'll back off if you don't budge

Divus Crewel

- Not surprised in the slightest, but highly amused.

- "Precious." Is his first thought, seeing you wring your hands in front of yourself

- Well, of course you're flustered by him, he flusters everyone. However, if it's you, he's less bored and much more playful

- Since he's always making some innuendo or being flirty already, he makes it a point to turn it up to 11 when he's with you. He wants you to know you're special

- "If I lined up every precious puppy in the world, you'd still win best on show."

- He's more sincere with his compliments, and purposely dotes on you more than anyone else so you get the hint he likes your flushing face better than all the others he's seen

- And poor you, Divus is trying to make his intentions known but for you he's just turning up the heat until you can barely speak to him

- At least before you could calm yourself down by saying "He's like that with everyone" but then he goes and says things to you that he most definitely doesn't say to everyone!

- If you tell him off, he will obey. It is never his intention to cause you discomfort, and if his advances aren't returned he's not the type to pursue someone unwilling. That's just plain uncouth.

- If you make your stance clear Divus will go in the opposite direction, making a point to be professional and polite with you to avoid coming off as disrespectful of your rejection.

Sam

- He stops in his tracks and stares. Wait, hold on, you're flustered? By him? Surely you've got the suitors lining up where you're from, right?

- "You're flustered over little ol' me? Well now I'm embarrassed, having flattered a an evening star like you!"

- If you attempt to deflect or downplay yourself, Sam's not having any of it. In fact, now he's just offended because you're trying to convince him he's blind and you aren't the prettiest thing to walk the earth

- Sam is definitely the type to call out your shyness, not to be mean, but to give you some confidence!

- Because, seriously, you're flustered? You should be getting bigger and better compliments than his left and right! Why, have you seen yourself?

- It's too late to try and hide your face from him, no no no, Sam is going to remedy this right now!

- Sam is the best at showing off the good qualities of his products, he could sell a bottle of water to an ocean if he wanted, and now he's putting all that energy into convincing you you're the cat's meow!

- "Look at those eyes, that smile, that sweet demeanor! You can't find that just anywhere, I'll tell you what folks!"

- Every time you buy something now, it comes with a compliment and if you try to reject it he's going on another spiel about your beauty until you get it through your head that you're a dime

- Unlike the others, he is directly against stopping his campaign. He wants you to be confident and sure of yourself, so he's less likely to back off

- He probably wouldn't stop until he got some sort of sign he got through to you, like asking you call yourself gorgeous and tell him your good qualities. If you can manage that, it'll satisfy him enough to stop waxing poetic about you. For now

Ashton Vargas

- He won't ever admit it, but he was shocked. Ashton's a confident guy, but he knows he doesn't have a good track record when it comes to romance.

- He hides it under his bravado, but he's over the moon that you're so receptive to his compliments

- "Oh, you embarrassed? Yeah, I have that effect on people!"

- Inside he's squealing at the idea of you thinking he's worth blushing over

- You being shy over him complimenting you gives Ashton confidence to woo you in other areas, if you like his flirting then you'll totally like his flexing and showing off too, right?

- He acts like a whole fool whenever you're around, he's like a schoolboy shouting "Look at me!!" the moment he sees you

- He could be eating lunch one minute, then you come in and suddenly he's decided to bench press the table. Oh no, you just thought you saw him drinking from his water bottle, he was actually pouring it over his face and shoulders because he's just so hot from his work out!

- He doesn't care who's around, which makes you even more embarrassed because everyone looks at you two and now everyone is looking to see your reaction

- Everyone is sick of him and wondering why you put up with his shenanigans, honestly.

- If it gets too much for you, Ashton will probably take it harder than others. Ah, so it was too good to be true after all, huh?

- He won't let it show to you though, he'll laugh it off and treat you just as well as he treats everyone else. He's past his teenage days of anger at rejection, he's a big boy now.

Mozus Trein

- What do you mean, you're embarrassed? He's mortified!

- He sees your blush and thinks he majorly overstepped, and quickly tries to reassure you that he didn't mean to be so forward

- "M-My dear, I assure you I meant no disrespect! I am not that kind of man, truly!"

- Which in turn makes you want to assure it not his fault at all and you fluster too easily, and now both of you are apologizing in circles

- From that moment on, Mozus basically flees every time you're in the vicinity, he's tarnished your image of him and he can never show his face again

- Don't be fooled, he wishes he still had that bold streak he used to. He could have gone about things much differently and really swept you off your feet!

- But his delivery was all off and he's too old for all this now, he could never charm someone as lovely as you with how rusty he is at romance

- Eventually he'll get over his shame and talk to you as though it never happened, do not bring it up he will cry, but he chooses his words much more carefully from now on to avoid further embarrassment

- He does try to compliment you after regaining his courage, if only to prove to you that he's not always that awkward, but it's always aborted and you never get the chance to flush over it

- You won't have to worry about teasing with Mozus, you'll just have to worry about the fact that one of you shy fawns is going to have to make the first move at some point and neither of you are keen on the idea

[b-rainlet]

Gotham for the fandom ask thingy.

(I ran here so fuckin fast you have no clue)

Hello anon! :D I will answer this now, so you don't have to wait any longer but also....this would be very nice to answer through gifsets...(maybe when I am feeling up for it).

For now, have this:

(It's not proof read because I just sat at this for several hours and I don't wanna look at it anymore).

Favourite Male Character

You mean...besides the obvious answers?? :D

Ngl, it's S2 Jerome. I love that little twink with his parental issues and his tragic backstory and I wanna see him happy. There's a reason I have a bunch of AUs where he ends up having a family (mostly in the form of Lee as his Mother) and gets some actual help instead of being ostracized for being a mentally ill person snapping after years of abuse.

(This also ties into my very strong feelings regarding the fact that nobody actually helps the people at Arkham. And I don't mean the main villains there, I mean all the inmates who get treated like shit and are left behind on the regurlar (remember in S2 when Arkham was about to explode and nobody was talking about evacuating the inmates???? I do).

Other than that, one of my faves is also Jonathan. Which may be a little surprising because I barely talk about him but he was my favourite character throughout the show and he had way too little scenes.

(Kinda telling that the characters I latched onto are both helpless teens who were fucked over by the people who were supposed to protect them and can both trace their villain origin story back to Jim Gordon not caring enough about them lmao).

But the cast is big and varied enough that I actually like everyone? Butch, Zsazs, Penguin, S1 and 2 Ed, Jervis, Harvey, Jim......I like them all!!

(Special shoutout to 514A too, he was soft and baby and I wanted to keep him safe and sound really desperately).

(Another special shoutout to Barnes!! I didn't expect to like him when I first saw him, given he looked like he was gonna be mean and stoic and all, but I ended up really liking him and his story!)

Favourite Female Character

Let's just pretend Ecco doesn't exist for this answer ajdkaskaslj.

I fell in love immediately upon seeing Ecco but all! the women! are so!!! good!!!!

I especially have a soft spot for the side characters. I mean, upon first watching I got attached to Alice (even though she only features in two episodes lmao), and also Kristen Kringle - who isn't talked about much within Fandom, but she was pretty and her and Ed were actually quite cute but then she had to die for him to become the Riddler which was...pretty much telling us from the beginnning 'The woman here die to advance the men's plots'.

Barbara was also a big surprise to me because I figured she'd be the female love interest and nothing more but!! her and Jerome were the best thing in S2 and also the most entertaining thing about the Maniax Plot. (In several ways, I think I had the most fun watching this show during S2 , it was just. Good).

Also upon being in this Fandom and thinking about certain characters a bit longer I also really like Vicky Vale. And Montoya. And I wish they had kept both around for longer.

(I also wish they wouldn't have made Vicky a love interest for Jim. Or Sofia. No love interests for Jim except Lee and Barbara please).

Also Selina!! I love both Selina and Tabitha with all my heart - which may also be surprising because I barely ever talk about Tabby but I contain multitudes aklskddsm, and while I like sharing my horny thoughts about Ecco, I also love to think about Tabby and daydream about her being happy and exploring her (and Selina's) issues with showing weakness and affection and their strong loyalty regarding people that they trust.

I just.....women. Women good.

(Women also deserve to have more character than just being somebody's love interests and I have enough wips that completely sideline the guys to focus on the woman instead lmao).

Least Favourite Character

I don't have many characters that I hate??

I generally tend to instantly love everybody unless they are specifically made to be unlikeable. (I also spite-like characters who are hated for petty reasons, I just have a lot of love in my heart and not much energy for hate lmao).

But there were characters who annoyed me while I was watching.

For one, I think Gotham has a variety of super entertaining villains, but the main villains of each season tend to be....boring.

Safe for Strange they all kinda fell flat for me. Theo. Kathryn. Ra's Al Ghul. His Daughter. Mostly because their plotlines were less exciting than stuff like Jerome's carnival or Mother and Orphan's Hotel of Horrors.

Or their motives seemed a lot less understandable than the ones of the other Batman villains who pretty much always come from a place of suffering and abuse and break/snap under the pressure that's put on them (continuing this take of Gotham creating its own villains by leaving behind - mentally ill - people that need help, which I think is very true to most - if not all - Batman villains).

And then you have some characters that simply suffer from the fact that the show was cut short - which is pretty much any and every S5 character that had way too little screentime, but in this specific case means Jeremiah.

Because I disliked Jeremiah a lot while watching.

Without wanting to step on anybody's toes, him and Nygma are probably the two characters on this show I ended up disliking the most.

Mostly because Miah felt like a very cheap copy of Jerome and to this day I think it was a bad idea to replace Jerome with him, since Jeremiah - to me - seems like a super flat character.

Maybe if we had gotten him without meeting Jerome first, just having a Joker character introduced in S4, maybe I would've adored him, who knows.

But in comparison to Jerome...no. Just no.

(I will spare you from any longer rambles, but I think if you follow me, I talked about the ways Miah is lacking for me before).

My made up version of Miah though? I love him.

With Nygma it's even worse because I adored him. I instantly liked him. I was 100% behind him right up until the godawful Isabella plot happened and then it just all went to shit so quickly, I couldn't stand seeing him on screen anymore.

It's surprising that I didn't stop liking Oswald but to me, Oswald pretty much stayed the same while Ed became all bitter and hard and I just miss dorky S2 Ed you know?

It actually got so bad, I completely turned my back on Nygm/obblepot as a ship because I was so severly disappointed and I barely talk about Ed because I just can't stand what they did with him.

(Another victim of bad writing).

Favourite Ship

I'm just gonna stick to canon ships because I don't ever shut up about my Fanon ships so you probably know which ones I love the most :D

There isn't much romance going on within Gotham if I think about it - apart from Jim - which I definitely prefer. You wouldnt guess it from my blog, but I am not a fan of too shippy stuff because in most cases it just means sex scenes and I can live without those. I want action! Blood! Dead People! Not a two minute make-out session between two bland characters!

I gotta admit that Ed and Lee have some cute scenes and I would definitely ship them if I didn't dislike S4 Ed so much (S2 EdLee tho?? Yes).

Also I thought Jim and Lee was okay and Baby Batcat was quite cute at times but mostly I don't care about the canon ships.

I do ship Barbara and Jim though :D

I remember right before they hooked up in S5 I was like: 'I wouldn't mind if they got back together' and then went 'yay!' when they did and I wouldn't have minded a little more 'Will they?? Won't they??' between those two and them just having the mother of unhealthy relationships on this show.

(Also Jim/Barbara/Lee poly relationship but we can't have everything).

Favourite Friendship

So many good relationships on this show!

I need to rewatch the show soon because I probably already forgot about most of them but from the top of my head: Oswald/Butch and Oswald/Zsazs

Which were both then done dirty lmao. One by having Oswald be overly petty (one of the few times I was like...Pengy...wtf...) and the other by passing up the obvious opportunity to have Zsazs find out who really killed Falcone and just...letting Oswald and Victor never interact again. 

Then of course Ivy and Selina which also gloriously fell apart. Just like Ivy and Oswald. 

(Gotham isn’t the best when it comes to maintaining friendships). 

And the biggest and most grandious friendship of them all: J Squad. 

(Who have too little scenes together honestly and then also simply fell apart after Jerome died. Consistency who?)

Favourite Quote

I don’t know, I don’t have many quotes in my head from the show. Me and my niece mostly reference: “Yeah, that’s a spoon.” - “IT IS ALSO A FORK!!1!!!”

Also: “Gotta Go! Gotta Go! They’re after me and the Scarecrow!”

(There are some dialogue blurps I have written down somewhere because they are inspriration for gifsets but in order to be able to just recite some of them from Memory, I would have to watch this show way more obsessively). 

Worst Character Death

I don’t even gotta say anything do I? :D

But I think the character death that actually made me cry was Jerome’s first death. I clearly remember crying because...he just wanted recognition! And praise! And instead he was used as a pawn and betrayed by someone he idolized and he was only 18! My poor little meow-meow!

Seriously, the only things that make me cry on this show: Jerome’s first death, any and all mention of Bruce as a baby - told by an emotional Alfred, any and all Bruce/Alfred interaction at all and Solomon Grundy. 

This made me so happy you have no idea Moment

I seriously need to rewatch this show, it’s been so long :D

But I remember being pretty excited for the J Squad Team Up - because I was like ‘If I were Jerome I would definitely work with Tetch and Scarecrow since they’re also in Arkham atm’ and then he did!!

And I also distinctly remember in S3 that I was close to falling asleep right when they scene came on where Oswald realizes his feelings for Nygma and let me tell you - it caught me so off guard, I was awake instantly lmao. 

(I knew that people shipped them but I was so used to mlm ships being popular when they only have a handful of scenes and are platonic friends that I didn’t expect them to actually have a possibility of being canon). 

From then on I was super pumped for them to deliver on that ship but well....we all knew what happened asnksnndk. 

Saddest Moment

Aside from the already mentioned scenes in the character death column, the scene where Bruce leaves and Selina runs to the airport. I always liked Selina but she wasn’t a priority character of mine (much like Bruce isn’t) but then that scene happened and in an instant, I felt super protective over her. 

She is now my baby. My daughter. My beloved wife. She deserves everything and most importantly she deserves better than Bruce Wayne. 

(Coincidentally that was also the scene where I decided I don’t care much about Bruce asldjkjlj. I absolutely adore early seasons Bruce though). 

Favourite Location

There are so many different locations, I don’t think I can adequately answer this with my spotty memory :D

But I always loved the few episodes where Alice features, because I love how her scenes are shot so probably the little carnival Jervis prepares for her.

Also!! Jeremiah's church!

Or Commissioner Loeb's secret house (Especially the Attic).

There are a lot of cool locations, I gotta gif some of them soon :D

[forever-forgotten-angel]

The Origins of a Very Special Agent

Summary: Just a fluffy curtwen oneshot I meant to finish months ago. Pure fluff. Barely any plot.

Sorry this is not under a cut, I only have mobile right now. :(

Owen rapped his knuckles against the familiar door before taking a step back, waiting patiently and in full view of the camera he knew was hidden above the door. 

It had been nearly two months since he’d last seen his partner. Until the other day, though sadly only briefly. Owen had been assigned to a mission in America, unfortunately not with Curt. But he was sent there for a full week of time, his plane home not scheduled until the end of said week. So he’d promised Curt when he had briefly passed through his agency’s headquarters that he would stop by the American agent’s house as soon as the mission was done. 

He’d had no sleep and far too much coffee but he’d gotten the mission done in just two days leaving him free for five.

He was already leaning forward to kiss Curt as the door opened, but he paused as he took in the appearance of his love. Curt was looking at him with wide eyes. His clothes were askew. There were scratches at the top of his back leading down under his shirt. There was saliva on his neck along with what looked like teeth marks. “Owen! Before you say anything, I swear it’s not what you’re thin-”

“Only you could get into a fight with a cat Curt.”

Curt’s shoulders seemed to sag with relief though his eyes gain a curious look. “How did you...I mean I was worried you would think….I know what I must look like….most people would-”

Owen cut Curt off again by dramatically rolling his eyes and sighing as he gently pulled the American agent closer to himself. “I’m a spy Curt. I would say my deductive and observational skills are far superior to that of ‘most people’ as you so elegantly put it.” He said with somewhat exaggerated smugness before his voice softened. “Besides,” He paused to give Curt a quick kiss on the lips as he’d intended earlier before continuing. “I trust you, you moron. Now do you want to tell me how the USA’s top spy got into a tussle with a cat? And lost based on your injuries.”

Curt was grinning at him as he responded with an endearing glitter of excitement clear in his eyes. “I didn’t get into a fight with her. She chose me.” Owen raised an eyebrow. “Chose you?”

“Yes. She was hiding under my car from these assholes who were throwing things at her.” Curt explained further. Owen nodded in understanding. “Mmm, did you shoot said assholes, love?” 

“That’s neither here nor there Owen, the point is she chose me. Clearly she knew I was a badass spy who would protect her, hence why she chose to hide under my car.” Curt said this as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Owen did not have the heart or the inclination to contradict him. “Okay. So how did you get wounded then dear?”

Curt shrugged. “She did better than I expected in the bath but when I dried her off there were some tangles in her fur still and she did not appreciate me trying to get them out. You should see the sheets on my bed. Torn right down the middle.” This gave Owen pause. “Wait, that cat is here?”

“Of course! I couldn’t just leave her outside to be abused again! And it’s getting colder at night.” Curt defended. “Did you get special permission for a pet from your building manager?” Curt fidgeted a bit and smiled sheepishly. “She...doesn’t exactly know…..” 

Of course. Owen fought the urge to slam his face onto his hands. 

“I know you can keep a secret Curt, but you have an inspection monthly. Are you going to be able to remove all evidence? And what about when you are on mission? Someone will have to take care of the cat. Will they be able to keep a secret like you? Plus there are variables you can’t control that could reveal her. What if she meows too loud and your neighbors hear? What if someone sees her in a window? It’s against your building’s code and you could get kicked out.”

He knew this because Curt had complained to him about it on a mission nearly a year ago. Owen remembered the frustrated voice and the lip jutted out into pout. A pout he desperately wanted to kiss. But he couldn’t. Not then.

 He squeezes Curt comfortingly and speaks his next words carefully and with sympathy. “You can’t keep her Curt.”

He expects whining. An argument. But instead Curt nods solemnly in acceptance. “I know. That’s why you are taking her back to London with you.”

Owen blinked at his boyfriend. When no sign of joking became apparent after a few moments his thoughts left his lips. “I most certainly am not!”

“Yes you are. You have to. I can’t keep her. But you can. Your building doesn’t have these stupid restrictions.”

“I understand that, but owning a pet is a huge thing and...I don’t know Curt. I’ve never had one. I’m not home half the time. She might not even like me.” Owen was almost desperately trying to justify himself and hold up against Curt’s pleading gaze. 

“Great! So she’ll be your first! And you have that nice lady who comes in to look after your plants, she could help you care for your new pet! And I am sure Special Agent Fluff will love you almost as much as I do.”

Silence reigned in the room for a minute. “Please tell me did not name that poor cat Agent Fluff.”

“Special Agent Fluff.” 

“Oh yes, that’s so much better.” Owen’s sarcastic words seemed to go unnoticed as Curt continued. “She needs someone to take care of her O, and I trust you more than anyone. I know I could find her another good home but I can’t stand the thought of her going to some stranger who might not treat her right. And this way I’ll still get to see her. She chose me and I chose you, she’s ours. Please.”

Owen Carvour had been a spy for years. Faced down countless people of the very worst kind. Had killed terrorists even as they begged for their worthless lives. Had carried out acts others would be sick at for the good of humanity and did it without flinching. He had steel nerves and resolve.

But damn it if Curtis Mega using the word ours didn’t do something unspeakably warm and gooey to his insides. 

“I…..will consider it.” Owen conceded, gaining a heart-stopping smile from his partner that he couldn’t resist (not that he tried) leaning in to kiss again. “So, I suppose I should meet my potential new flatmate then.” He commented when he pulled back. 

Curt nodded happily and practically dragged him toward the bedroom, something he had been expecting to happen when he got here though not in this context. Hmmmm….maybe later. 

“I just know you are going to love her.” Curt announced as he opened the door to his room. His empty room. “She must be hiding.” Curt followed his words by making soft clicking noises, clearly trying to summon the cat. Owen was scanning the room, trying to spot any sign of fur when he suddenly felt a soft tickling sensation on his ankles. He looked down to see a tiny orange puffball rubbing it’s way in and out of his legs. 

“Jeez I didn’t even see her come out.” He exclaimed in slight surprise. “Of course not, a good Agent is stealthy, O.” Curt commented almost proudly. “I told you she would like you! And I relate, I also want to constantly rub up against your legs.” Curt ended with a sultry tone and a suggestive wink. 

Owen swallowed hard before schooling his face into one of mock chastisement. “In front of a baby Mega, you should be ashamed of yourself.” Curt scoffed at his words, a mischievous look playing on his face. “I have no shame.” Owen hummed in reply, concealing his chuckle. “Clearly.”

Owen leaned down and scooped up the kitten, holding her out and looking at her critically. She looked no older than a couple months old max. She had blue eyes. She was not declawed. She was reaching out a front paw to bat curiously at a strand of hair hanging in his face. He tries to maintain seriousness in the face of her adorable tilted head and his boyfriend's infectious laughter sounding from beside him.

“Well she looks healthy enough. Not sure what breed she is. Doesn’t look like she would shed too bad.” Owen listed off as if the combined forces of the adorable pleading faces of both this cat and his partner had not already swayed him.

“She’ll be a nice companion and I would come over to check on her so you get to see me too.” Curt encouraged.

Owen froze and let out a low gasp. “You mean you wouldn’t come over just for me? I’m not good enough?” His voice cracked near the end and he sounded like he was holding back tears. 

Curt’s eyes widened. “Of course I would come over just for you, honey. I love you so much. You are way more than good enough for me. I didn’t mean it like-” Owen cut his lover off with a soft kiss on the cheek. 

“I know that love. I was just messing with you.” He admitted with a semi sheepish smile. 

Curt stuck his tongue out at him. Like the mature spy his boyfriend is. 

“Not funny asshole. You are too good an actor sometimes.” Owen nodded and gave Curt another kiss on the cheek. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He leaned in to kiss his boyfriend again, get him smiling again, when the cat decided she wanted in on the action, butting her little head against Curt. 

Curt smiled and reached a hand up to scratch at her ears to the cat’s delight. Owen felt the soft vibrations of her purrs against his hands. “See what you are going to have to deal with Fluff?” Curt questioned the kitty. Owen sputtered. “I have not agreed to take the cat yet!” He pointed out. 

“But you are going to right?” Curt looked at him beseechingly. As if in understanding the situation at hand, the kitten gave an adorable little mewl and before giving a tiny kitten lick to Owen’s hand. 

Damn both of them. 

“I guess I am.” He acquiesced with an exaggerated sigh. “Yes!” Curt exclaimed with a large grin as he plopped to sit on the edge of his bed. Owen let the cat jump down onto the bed before sitting down himself. Again as if understanding what had just happened, the cat gave him a mewled happily at him before going to curl up on one of Curt’s pillows. 

“Thank you.” Curt said once Owen was beside him, his voice sounding half sincere and half smug. Little bastard knew Owen would cave. “You’re lucky I love you Curt Mega.” He teased. He expects to be teased in return, as per usual but Curt forgoes their banter to give him a genuine smile. “I know I am.” 

Owen barely had time to smile back before Curt’s head was tucked under his chin, the American agent’s arms winding around his waist and hugging him tightly. He returned the hug, one hand coming up to play with the back of Curt’s hair while the other simply rested on his partner’s back. They sat in silence and contentment for a minute. 

“How long do we have?” Curt asked, voice muffled against Owen’s chest. The question was posed with clear hesitancy. As if Curt expected him to say they had only minutes left together. He was glad that was not the case. “I have five days before my flight. Please tell me you don’t have a mission coming up right now?” It was Owen’s turn to be hesitant and worried, though his worries were quickly eased by feeling Curt’s lips pull up into a grin against him before being totally swept away by Curt’s words. “Cynthia has me catching up on paperwork for the next week and a half. I’ll be at home.”

He knows to most couples five days would seem like nothing. But in their line of work, in separate countries and agencies, in a forbidden relationship, five days with no work and no distractions was a true rarity. “Just us for five whole days.” Owen spoke aloud, knowing Curt’s thoughts must be echoing his. He goes to say something more but interrupts himself with a yawn. 

“Tired darling?” Curt’s tone is teasing but his face betrays his concern as he pulls back and notices Owen is a bit paler than normal and has slight bags under his eyes. Owen shrugs off the concern rather sheepishly. “I umm...haven’t really slept since the flight over. Wanted to get done with the mission as soon as possible. Give us as much time together as I could.”

Curt sighed before squeezing him tighter. “I appreciate that. And you know I love every second we get to spend together. But that could be dangerous on a mission. Lack of sleep can make you lose focus, react slower, and a whole bunch of other bad shit. I don’t ever want you getting hurt or….” Curt trailed off. 

“I know that. I wouldn’t do it if it were too risky. You’re the reckless one remember.” He joked but Curt didn’t even chuckle. He leaned forward and pressed the softest kiss he could to Curt’s lips. “I know what I can handle, love. I didn’t put myself in any unnecessary danger. I promise.”

This seemed to appease Curt to Owen’s relief. “Besides, the faster it got done the more we would have time to do together right?” He said, hoping to cheer Curt back up. 

It worked, bringing the smile he adored back to his partner’s face. “Well the first thing we need to do is sleep together.” Curt announced to which Owen immediately leaned in and kissed his lover’s neck. “You read my mind.” He practically purred out between kisses. Curt let him press a few more kisses to his soft skin and just barely begin to suck on a sensitive part of his love’s neck before pushing him back. 

“No. I mean actual sleep Owen.” Curt clarified. Owen definitely did not pout at that. “You did that on purpose. And I don’t need to go to sleep. I just got here.” He also definitely didn’t whine as he spoke.

“You just said you hadn’t slept in over forty eight hours. Don’t need sleep my ass.” Curt retorted. “I would be much happier doing something with your ass than sleeping.” Owen mumbled back. Curt grinned and patted his cheek affectionately. He glared back with all the heat he could muster. Which was honestly not much. It looked more like a sulk.

“Okay. Since I can see you are going to be stubborn, how about I make you an offer.” Curt suggested. Owen lifted his head and regarded Curt interestedly. “What kind of offer?”

“You go to sleep now.” Owen immediately went to interject but Curt pressed a finger against his lips. “You go to sleep now. I will stay and cuddle you until you fall asleep. Then I will get up and make your favorites for dinner while you are sleeping. And once you wake up we can eat together and then I will put Special Agent Fluff out in the living room with a bed and a few toys and you and I can come back in here and spend the next few hours doing whatever you want.” Curt’s sultry tone had returned for the final sentence and damn it if it wasn’t tempting. 

He made a show of considering for a minute before speaking. “You are an excellent negotiator Agent Mega.” The British spy complemented wryly. “I try Agent Carvour. So do we have a deal?” Owen let the question hang for just a moment before responding. “We do.” 

Curt grinned at him. “Good. Do you need to borrow some pajamas or do you have your own?" 

He technically had his own but wearing his boyfriend's clothes was a guilty pleasure, one they both had coincidentally. "I want to borrow some." 

Curt shooting him a slightly smirking grin is the only indication that he noticed the distinction Owen had used. Owen watched absent-mindedly as his partner rifled through his drawers. After a minute or so he tossed something I've his shoulder without looking back. 

Owen caught it with ease and examined it. A soft pair of sleep trousers that looked like they were just slightly too long for his American counterpart meaning they should fit him quite nicely. He raised an eyebrow as Curt shut his drawers and started back towards the bed, turning the blankets down. 

"What?" Curt asked when he noticed Owen's stare, radiating innocence."You forgot to give me a shirt, love." He informed, even though he was absolutely certain Curt was well aware of this. "Did I? Whoops. Sorry, O." 

Despite his apology the man made no move to actually go get a shirt for him, instead climbing into bed and tucking himself under the covers. 

Owen huffed out a laugh and rolled his eyes before changing into the trousers, chucking his worn clothes into a pile in the corner. He climbed back into bed and scooped his boyfriend into his arms. Curt squirmed slightly in his arms, adjusting against him before stilling, his body relaxing. Owen felt his body relax too in response, enjoying sleeping beside his love for the first time in so long. Wishing he could do this every night but knowing that was impossible, so he would just have to make the most of the time they had together now.

The last thing he felt before he drifted off with a smile on his face was a small warm jumping up and settling on his hip.

That's it, hope you enjoyed! If you did please leave a like or comment or reblog, it would mean the world. Have a wonderful day/night/whatever time it is for you! :)

[kitkat2cats]

2017 – 2018

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  On 12 October 2017 Dear Elgar, I think you are too young to realise that humans are not as well adapted as we felines. They do not seem to have our ability to just let go and curl up and sleep. They mainly seem to sleep when it is dark. Poor things, I think it’s because their eyes are not as good as ours.You must be aware that if you want her to go on serving you let her have a good night’s sleep. I speak from experience. Purrs from Quintus.

13 Oct 2017 ​Dea-purr Quintus she says I is to say thank you for your email even though I felt you were tellings mes offs. Iz gets excited when zshe turns overs in bedz – I think she mights swant zto tickle my belly so I goes ands nuzzles her, somesztimes she pulls my next sto herz which makes me purrrrrrrrrrrrr lotz, butz Iz sdnont understands whys shes cross wiv me & like today at lightening ups inz the zskys wiv birdies teaszings mees she putz me out of her room nd shutsz door on me. I is cryings & puts my paws (thayz be bigg paws I haz *purrrrrrrrrr*) ins gapz under doors but she ignores me. I waz veryz sad nd I cryyd. I is confoozd I just brought her a prezant of birdzy nd she pickd meez up nd putz me outz de door! I  brought zit backs again but now shez stopped me comings in. Meow, 😦 I donts understands) Mew mew meow, moarghomew Elgar xx

On 13 October 2017 Dear Elgar, I was not trying to tell you off, more just trying to make you understand that humans are rather unlike us. I’m sorry yours was so misunderstanding of you. It is hard I know. For  some reason mine get narky when I get on the table. They don’t seem to realise it seems natural to me. They will spray me with water. Can’t understand why. Purrrrs and a nose rub, from Quintus.

25th Nov 2017 Dear Elgar, I hope your human is feeling a bit better. My human has thought of her lots, she has told me about her. I understand you are bigger than me. How is that for you are still not much more than a kitten?Though you do seem quite adventurous, and an expert at hunting. They do not always seem to appreciate this. They do seem to have some funny ideas, mine seem to get cross when I get on the table. It is such a good place to see will is going on, and I can even see out of the window if I face that way. She sometimes sprays me with water which I think is unnecessary, unkind. Funny things humans. Purrrrrrs to you and my aunty Muffin, and Arya, Quintus 

Dearapurrr Quintus I iz understanding yous – this one had a shock last nights (purr purr purr miaowwwwwwwwwww!! So funny) I had posted a toad through the slightly blocked cat flap (I has got Muffin to type – much faster & I am licking her ears) but my hooman didn’t know until she came to lock up last night. She was squealing (I don’t think it was with delight though 😦  ) as she had to pick it up & put it out of the flap – I was watching & it kepts leaping all over the place she got it onto the cat flap door but as she tried to put it out it jumped at her – she said some words I don’t hear very often – Muffs sez it’s shwairing – it took hooman over 5 mins to get toady out the hole! I waz giggling inside so much I fellz over n my legs were in the air!

Poor you being shqirted wiv water – not nice ats all! My hooman makes a noise like a snake which I knows is bad so I always try to gets as flats as possibles as snakes are naszty thhngs . sometimes I has to run away, but so far no sprayz wiz water. I got my hooman up today at 8am (so she sez) its waz urlier az dem birdiez wer teasing me so muches.

I is off to getz more birdz I thinks – I don’ts knows waz the problemz iz about it coming ins the house to be eats – after all my others foods are INDOORS – silly hooman! Purrs n no fleas (I don’t like havings that stuff on my neck but the bittings has stopped so I gez its a goods things reeelys) Speaks soon Elgar xx *purrrrrr*

On 27 Nov 2017

Miaowy greetings Uncle Quintus 

I is finally able to get my paws on hooman’s computery thing. Thank you for your writings. My hooman has been very poorly mother says & I am supposed to be keeping her warm, buts this is difficults at times as she moves me off, or says “Feet” – I knows I is meant to sits on her feet as they get cold (I never has cold feets have you?) but they are bony & she wriggles so I need to pounce, then she gets cross with me.

I sometimes worry about this thing of my hooman getting cross. Yesterday she smacked my nose! I was not happy at all with this, and the only reason was I was trying to clean out her breakfast bowl before she had finished – I don’t think I was unreasonable as she had taken HOURS to eat it…

Last night Aunty Muffin boxed my ears – I was just supporting her in keeping our hooman warm, I can’t help it if I am a bit bigger than Aunty Muffin – she needs to let ME have some room so I can be comfy shouldn’t she?

Hooman have me a deep groom this morning – she has taken her time over it! I like them every other day – but at least I has had one now. I stretched out for her, but something happened & I forgots – I puts my teeth & claws into my hooman. She put the furminator away & left the bedroom where we was. I got lonely & I still wanted my belly tickled! Such unreasonable behaviour from her at the moment.

She is also very smelly now, & has a REALLY noisy thing that she uses which makes her look like a dragon smoking (I has heard of these mystical creatures – I would like to grow up & be a dragon I think, does you know how I grows up to be a dragon?) she also coughs really loudly at times – so much so I have fallen off her legs – how is I supposed to do my “job” as foot warmer if she kicks me off?

I is in a mess here I thinks. nothing is going the way it should be. I is not worshipped – although my hooman does get me excellent food I suppose. So far she hasn’t sprayed me with the wet stuff deliberately – how bad is your hooman!?! That’s such an insult (unless you wanted some water – we does not have a table as far as I knows.

Right I has better sends this to yous before she comes back from the little room. Aunty Muffin is now sitting where I WANT TO SIT. It is just NOT FAIR! I is the biggest, bestest & only boy cat – surely they should treats me the bests? I is still only a baby in age.

I found a small squeaky thing outside – but it had a pointed nose – my hooman says its a shrew – & that it wouldn’t make good eatings – she knows about stuff like that so I left it on the mat in the kitchen for her. She didn’t say thank you. it’s all too confoosing for me.

Am I at the worst home ever?

sadly love Elgar xXx

28th Nove 2017 Purrrs Elgar, That was a good piece you sent. I will try to answer your questions First I don’t think your home is bad. There are many worse I understand, where you are not fed well and can be shut out when you want to go in. Humans are funny strange animals. They do odd things like getting wet all over in a thing called a bath, but seem to be almost afraid of rain. I don’t like rain much myself but it is natural.

My human tortured me the other day and said it was for my own good. First I was wound up in a towel, and held by the other human in my house, but I got free, cos I’m strong, but it was no use for the door and window was shut so they got me again. So undignified, I think I deserve more respect. Some fur was cut on my neck and some horrible stinging stuff put on. I got out as soon as the window was opened after I had given her a killing look, and almost decided not to go back but I got hungry.

I am training her, I just look at the food in my dish  but I will only eat it if she adds some of my treats, this way I get a few extra, which is good. She says I will get too fat and already looking fatter. It’s only my winter fur is thick, I don’t have to put on funny clothes and she puts on on lots if it is cold then SHE is fat. I guess your human is in a funny mood because she is not well. I would not leave until she is better, if she is still odd then you could visit me, I hope things improve soon. Purrrs , Quintus 

On 29 November 2017 Dear Elgar,Your message was very kind, but really my humans are not really that bad, and I am still training them. I have always plenty of dry food available, and water to drink, though I prefer the water that is outside. I too get treats every evening, and have trained her to give me extra sometimes.

I don’t usually sleep on my humans bed, but do sometimes. I prefer to be where I can roam as she keeps her door shut at night. At the moment my favourite place is a chair half way up the stairs. I can keep an eye on what is happening, though this cold weather makes me sleepy. Today I only went out for short times.

I have not heard about this dreadful monster but maybe I will stay in, especially she says it will be freezing tonight. Even with my thick fur I can not like that much cold. I am glad your human is a bit better.  I think you are all looking after her very nicely. Just remember not to wake her up.  Many purrrrrs to you, Quintus.

2nd December 2017 Dear Elgar, You send very good letters. Thanks. Presents are things that you give or receive. The food you sent me was a present, sometimes to make things complicated it is called a gift. Humans seem to like having different words for the same thing. Very odd. I still have a little of your special food for it is given to r almost like a great, though more than a great. It sounds fun that you search for yours. Mine are put in a special little dish. The special ones for cleaning my teeth are put there too, but at a different time. Yes, it is too cold.  I usually go out lots, but I suppose staying on my chair much of the time. I think I will go out and do, but come in again very soon. I am intrigued , what is a furminator? I think you must be cleaver to hold it. I have you are kind to warm your humans bed, but I guess it is a comfortable place for you too. My human has a cold but she thinks it is almost better, so maybe she will see you on Monday. Purrrr from Quintus, and to Aunty. Muffin and your mother too.

6th December 2017 Purrs Elgar, I am sorry your human is unhappy. I hope she is feeling better today. I nudged my human and she weighed me. She says I am 12lbs, but our scales are not as good as yours. We will try again. My last letter was a bit funny. Maybe the cold does not suit me! I know I have been indoors much more than usual. Fresh air is good for my thinking. (But not too cold).I hope Aunty Muffin is more happy . I s she sick too or just worried about your human. My human says yours has got pneumonia. Perhaps it’s called that because it makes them feel moany. Is yours moany or just sad? Please give Aunty Muffin a nose rub from me, and of course to you. Lots of purrs, Quintus

Oooh Elgar, what do you think of this white stuff they call snow? When I was a kitten I liked to play in it, but this morning I only stayed out briefly, It is still snowing and the trees look as if they are dressed in white, though I am going to curl up on my chair soon. A time called Christmas will be here soon I think. Maybe you will get a present then. I was given a funny mouse like thing but it was not alive, but it had a wonderful scent, which made me play with it as if it was alive. The humans have more things but I liked the paper and ribbon best, and there can be a useful box. They do odd things like put a tree inside and then hang things on it. I thought these were for playing with, but my human says NO! She  was very cross when I tried to claim the . (But that was when I was a kitten). I still play with the hanging things when there is no-one there, though usually they shut the door. I don’t think you should try to climb the indoor tree if you have one as I think you would be too heavy for it. I look forward to hearing your you. Purrrrrrs to Aunty Muffin and your mother, and a nose rub to you. Quintus.

10th December 2017 Dear Uncle Quintus Thank yous got your letter. It is very cold outside isn’t it? Mother, Aunty Muffin & I stayed with our hooman for a Very long time – she didn’t go to sleep very early – not su/purrre why, but she’s kept us all up until about birdie time – but I waz on her lap downstairs whilst she was awake so I go so many cuddles that I ignored the birds & we all slept in until this afternoon. Hooman is cross with herself for not sleeping at what she thinks are the right times to sleep – I don’t understand this as any time is a good time for 40winks! I has been better behaved & have been rewarded for it – so until it becomes boring I will carry on – last night I was chasing treats all around her bedroom! The girls were boring on the bed eating their pile so delicately! Pooh girls are silly! I think it is much more fun to chase my bits of treats – sometimes I miss a bit & find it later!

Hooman wants to know how much of my special food you have left? She said something about presents – which I am confused about a bit – but I think you will get some for your present. I tried to help her do some drawing yesterday – but it seems my paws are just a bit too wide to hold a pencil – I can hold the furminator and it remove some loose fur around my face – I is very clever to do this – neither of the girls can do it! I’m off upstairs to preheat the bed – hee hee what she doesn’t see she can’t worry about! miaory purrs  – Keep Warm Elgar XXX

Dear Elgar,

I think you are too young to realise that humans are not as well adapted as we felines. They do not seem to have our ability to just let go and curl up and sleep. They mainly seem to sleep when it is dark. Poor things, I think it’s because their eyes are not as good as ours.

You must be aware that if you want her to go on serving you let her have a good night’s sleep.

I speak from experience.

Purrs from Quintus

These are letters from Quintus son of Tinto, sister of Muffin. Q is the 5th kit in her litter. He chose to reply to a kitten called Elgar(son of Arya) who was very confused about Humans (hoomans). Their letters span several years 2017 - 2018 On 12 October 2017 Dear Elgar, I think you are too young to realise that humans are not as well adapted as we felines.

[mayquita]

Kiss Me Even If You Hate Me (1/?)

As I told you, the first part of your gift is finally here @chloeswans !! It has been a pleasure to get to know you during these weeks and I hope we keep in touch from now on. Thanks to @cssecretsanta2k18 for making this event happen because, it has managed to get me out of the writer's block that I was going through. I even thought that after writing PoR, I wouldn’t be able to write anything else. Fortunately, I was wrong and here is the proof, with better or worse result. I’ve also got carried away a little and your story will be longer than I thought at first (Three parts for now)

Summary: Killian's faithful companion, his cat Roger, has a special inclination for sneaking into his neighbor's apartment. The problem? She is allergic to cats. And she hates him. But what will happen when Killian offers her to be part of a crazy plan?

Ao3 / FFnet

This is unbeta’s so all the many mistakes are mine. @saraswans Thank you for encouraging me and for pushing me to continue writing, without your support, this wouldn’t have happened.

Kiss Me Even If You Hate Me

If Killian had imagined when he woke up that morning that, at the end of the day, he would end up in a compromised and totally unexpected situation he might not have gotten out of bed. Or maybe it would have been better not to forget to close the door of his bloody balcony. Or not to answer his brother's phone call when he already knew in advance what he would propose. Killian was sure of one thing, though. In retrospect, he could always blame Roger. Or maybe he would have to thank his rascal pet for being the trigger for his life to change forever.

But better if we start at the beginning. The facts:

For some inexplicable reason, the alarm clock on Killian's cell phone did not work that morning, causing him to wake up late and have to hurry to get to work on time. He did have a reason to explain his forgetfulness regarding the door to his balcony, though. He simply opened it to check the weather, but at that precise moment the toaster decided to expel two singed and inedible toasts, so he had to throw them in the bin and resign himself to take breakfast on the way to work, while the door of his balcony was completely forgotten. The breakfast never happened, since it seemed that today all the deities had turned against him, causing a traffic jam that made him arrive late to the office, earning the consequent disapproving look from his boss. And then there was the phone call. The damn call of his brother. The icing on the cake. Or rather the climax of his nightmare day. Or at least that was what he believed at that moment. Liam Jones, forty years old, the person who raised him since their father decided to abandon them when Killian was only ten years old and his brother eighteen. His overprotective, controlling and obstinate brother. Killian loved his brother, he really did, but the fact that he still treated him like a helpless child who needed to be cared for managed to both frustrate and infuriate him. He was already a grown man of thirty-two years, thank you very much. He did not need his bloody brother to set him up in dates with the sole purpose of trying for him to move on, to find a new love. He did not need a new love, his heart was broken beyond repair. He just needed to be allowed to live quietly and peacefully. But his brother did not seem to take the hint.

For that reason, Killian knew, without needing to listen to him, that Liam was calling because he had found, once again, the ideal candidate. But he was not in the mood today, so Killian answered the call offering only vague and evasive answers and hung up right away, alluding that he had a meeting that he could not avoid under any circumstances.

When Killian finally arrived at his apartment a few hours later he found that, indeed, he had forgotten to close the door of his balcony, causing, on the one hand, his living room to have become a freezer and on the other, that the furry cat that he had for a pet was nowhere to be seen. A sigh of resignation escaped his lips as he massaged his temples in a vain attempt to relieve a headache that had already begun to form, in anticipation of what was about to happen.

He did not even have time to count to ten when the unmistakable sound of someone knocking his door energetically reached his ears. His eyes raised to the ceiling and he took a deep breath as he walked slowly towards the door to welcome his not-so-unexpected guest.

Emma Swan, a bail bonds person, his fierce and gorgeous neighbor, silky blond hair and hypnotic green eyes, the one who hated him and did not bother in the least to hide it.

Well, to be honest, there might be a reason why Killian was not Emma’s favorite person. The face he found as soon as he opened the door was a clear indication, causing a pull of guilt to grow in his stomach.

Emma gave him a murderous look through her puffy eyes, the tip of her nose slightly reddish and hands on her hips in defiant attitude.

“Where the hell were you? You’ve been gone forever.” She snapped, her voice slightly nasal increasing his sense of guilt. He swallowed that feeling, though. There was something about Emma Swan, something that made him find it almost irresistible to challenge her and get a reaction in her, even if it was negative, the fire of her gaze too enticing for her own good - or his.

“Hello to you too, Swan.” He smirked at her, while leaning against the door frame, with his arms crossed over his chest. “had I known that you were so eager to see me I would have rushed to get home as soon as possible.”

She, obviously, rolled her eyes. “Cut that crap, Jones and come to my apartment.”

“So demanding, love. But who am I to refuse a request coming from a beautiful woman to accompany her to her apartment?” He pushed himself away from the frame while winking at her, earning a snort from her. “By the way, you don’t look good. You aren’t sick, are you?”

He knew that he had crossed the line the moment his words left his mouth without the possibility of holding back the sarcasm of his voice. She glared at him with such intensity that he almost flinched.

“And whose fault is it, you asshole?” Emma threw her hands in the air in annoyance as she headed for the door of her apartment shaking her head. “Are you coming or not?”

He had the good sense this time to simply nod and follow her in search of the cause of this compromising situation.

Roger, his three-year-old cat, his faithful companion, at least until Emma became his neighbor. Since then, the little rascal developed a practice to sneak into Emma's apartment at the slightest opportunity. The problem? She was allergic to cats.

"Hey mate." Killian grabbed his pet, holding him while rubbing him between the ears, causing the kitten to purr at his ministrations. "How many times will I have to tell you that your love is impossible? You should stop playing Romeo sneaking up her balcony."

"Maybe if his owner did not leave the door of his balcony open all day in November, he would have no chance to sneak up here." Emma retorted, still holding a defiant attitude towards him. Although she stayed away from the animal, she could not help but sneeze, causing the tug of regret in his stomach to grew.

That did not stop his words from betraying him again, sliding between his lips before he had time to process them. "Well, if we're going to be exact, if he's here now it's because someone opened that door for him." He cocked his head in the direction of her balcony. "Admit it, Swan. You like my cat."

"Of course I like your cat, but, as you have just said, our love is impossible." She shrugged as she bit her lower lip, a gesture that Killian found especially appealing. "Besides, I'm not that cruel. It's very cold out there today and the poor animal was looking at me through the glass with those puppy eyes while meowing... I couldn't leave him there all alone." Killian held Roger up, placing the kitten's face beside his, arching one eyebrow as a grin pulled at his lips. "You're such a charming, aren't you? A dashing rapscallion, just like your owner."

"You wish." Emma snorted as she rolled her eyes again. "And now if you don’t mind, I have more important things to do." She gestured to the front door that was still open, a clear invitation for him to leave.

For some reason, he found himself in need of continuing his encounter with Emma. The fire in her gaze still lingered, but her features had softened slightly, as if she had lowered her defenses even if it was subtle.

His brain did not seem to accompany him in his desire to not leave, though, since he wasn't able to find any excuse to continue talking to her. There was also the problem of her allergy. Or maybe he could use it to his advantage, at least this time. "Before leave, I just wanted to tell you something, but If you allow me a moment..." Without further ado, he hastened to cross the short distance that separated her door from his, pushed Roger gently into his apartment and closed the door behind his cat.

He had to suppress the smile that threatened to appear on his lips when he realized that Emma had decided to follow him. Point for him. "About earlier, I would like to apologize..." Before continuing, Killian moved his hand to scratch behind his ear. He was so used to showing his cocky facade that he found it quite difficult to show his other side, the real one. "It's bad form to make jokes about a person's state of health."

She studied him carefully through her narrow eyes, as if deciding whether she should accept his apology or not. Killian could not help but hold his breath at her scrutiny, but he did not look away. Finally, she simply sighed. "Just, don't do it again."

Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye at that moment, causing his heart to skip a beat and his pulse to quicken. His brother Liam was approaching down the hall. His brother and his proposal for a date. Killian clenched his jaw and as he swallowed his urge to scream in frustration. Instead, he focused on Emma, who was still in front of him and who was giving him a questioning look.

An idea popped into his mind at that moment — he would blame the stunning blonde he had before him— so he decided to act impulsively, not taking time to assess the consequences of what he was about to do. Before turning back to Emma, he looked over her shoulder, determining the distance his brother was in and thanking the building architect internally for creating such long corridors.

Killian cleared his throat before expressing his idea aloud, hoping against hope that Emma would be receptive. "Since you're here, I'd like to ask you a huge favor, love." In response, Emma raised an eyebrow, while tilting her head. "Don't yell at me and don't get the wrong idea, but I need you to kiss me, and do it quickly, Swan. I'll be eternally grateful if you play along with me, love." "You're out of your mind, Jones." Emma huffed, shaking her head, but her cheeks colored a slight pink halo and she did not seem to have any intention to leave, so Killian count it as a small triumph. "I'll explain it to you later, Swan, please, just a kiss on the cheek." He begged, his lips drawing a small pout, while his heart beat frantically in his chest. A new sidelong glance at his brother helped him to verify that he was already very close. "I'll compensate you later." "You're starting to worry me, Jones." "Please, Swan..." He insisted, his voice sounding like a whispered plea. "My brother is approaching us and I need to pretend that..." He could not continue his explanation because suddenly Emma's lips were on his, leaving him paralyzed for a moment. The unexpected kiss ended before he had time to react. Her lips parted from his just at the moment he had begun to savor them, causing them to tingle in his desire for more. "Happy? you better have a good enough explanation." Emma muttered, her warm breath caressing his lips, before finally leaving in the direction of her apartment. Bloody hell ... Killian shook his head in disbelief, wondering if this had really happened, if Emma had just kissed him or if what had happened was nothing more than a figment of his imagination.

The expression of incredulity that his brother wore when he met Emma down the hall and the look he gave him next were indicative enough that no, he wasn't dreaming. His lips still tingled, so he brushed them lightly with his fingers, in an attempt to make Emma's touch linger.

"What was that?" Liam took one last look at the now closed door of Emma's apartment and then shook his head, directing his inquisitive gaze at him.

His lips remained sealed, though, as he stepped aside to let Liam come in. Killian hoped that the previous small act would have been enough to discourage Liam in his search, although he also trusted that his brother wouldn't inquire too much. As he began to be aware of the implications of their performance, the previous idea no longer seemed so appropriate but rather reckless.

"That lass just kissed you." Liam insisted, his gaze locked on his, a slight wrinkle appearing on between his eyebrows.

"I am aware, brother."

Killian went to the kitchen in search of something, anything, that would help him divert attention from what had just happened. He grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge, offering one to his brother as a distraction maneuver.

Liam didn't take the hint, though. "So that was the reason why you were so evasive earlier." He paused for a moment, as if he were processing the information. Something must have clicked on his brain, because suddenly his face lit up. "You are already seeing someone."

"How perceptive, I'm impressed." Killian retorted flatly, unable to stop the tone of sarcasm from his voice.

"Since when?"

Since when?... bloody hell. Killian squeezed his brain trying to find an answer that would not cause the ball of lies he had already begun to increase. Emma had moved next to him in the summer. He remembered it perfectly because the first time he met her, she was wearing tiny shorts and a tank top that left little for the imagination. He had offered his services —perhaps too enthusiastically— to help her carry the boxes but he had found a glare and a monosyllable for an answer, rejecting his help. And that's how Emma Swan had started to hate him, for no apparent reason.

"Three months." He finally replied, believing that he had found the safest answer, choosing a period not too long to be something so serious but with a certain sense of stability.

His brother did not seem to think the same, though. Liam's eyes narrowed, his features darkened. "But… you went out on a date with that lass, Tink, only a month ago."

Oh dammit. Killian groaned inwardly as he wished that a hole would open under his feet and suck him. He felt a headache approaching again due to the effort his brain was making to improvise and create something minimally credible. "Emma knew and that's one of the reasons why it was just one date. After dinner, I went back home with her." He mumbled the first excuse that came to his mind, hoping it was convincing enough.

“But why did you accept it in the first place? Why don't you tell me you were already seeing someone?" Liam asked still confused, a shadow of hurt crossing his face. He recovered quickly, though. "Sorry for the scrutiny, Killian, it's just that this is something so unexpected that it caught me off guard." His features softened, while his lips drew the ghost of a smile.

You tell me... He suppressed the urge to rub his temples in an attempt to relieve the impending headache. Instead, the corners of his lips lifted slightly as he searched for a new excuse.

"Emma and I were still getting to know each other and she preferred to keep things for us and see if it worked."

Liam's smile grew wider. "Well, it's obvious that it's still working, if a month later you're still dating."

"Aye." He brought the bottle to his lips and took a sip, hoping that the bitter liquid would offer him enough self-confidence to continue the farce a little more.

"I'm happy for you, little brother, truly." He approached Killian and gave his shoulder an affectionate squeeze. Despite the circumstances, the fact that Liam cared so much about him caused a warm sensation to spread through his body.

"I think this good news deserves a toast." Liam raised the beer and he had no choice but to accept it, the previous warm feeling giving way to a tug of guilt settling in his stomach.

"It's younger, and It's not a big deal, really. We're still getting to know each other."

"It's not a big deal? Killian, are you aware that it's the first time since..." Liam trailed off, not daring to say her name, but her mere mention, albeit indirectly, caused his heart to tighten in his chest. "...well, I don't remember you dating with anyone for more than one occasion, so allow me to disagree, little brother, it's a huge deal."

Roger decided to reappear at that moment, rubbing his tail down Liam's legs and allowed him to finally divert the attention from Emma. For the next few minutes, they kept a light conversation while Liam held Roger in his arms and caressed him gently.

The relief was short-lived, to his dismay. Roger's momentary distraction wasn't enough for Liam to forget the subject, clearly excited by the news, once the initial shock had been overcome. "So this year you can finally take someone to the cabin at Christmas. Can't wait to tell Elsa."

Killian froze at the mention of the cabin. Bloody hell. .. He resisted the urge to bang his head against the smooth surface of the kitchen counter as he wished to go back in time to reject the damn idea that had put him in this compromising situation.

Well, if he hadn't had that idea, Emma wouldn't have kissed him, and he was pretty sure he wouldn't have had another chance to taste her lips... Focus, Jones! He shook his head slightly in an attempt to return to reality. The cabin, right.

The Jones brothers had carried on a tradition for many years, since they arrived in the States from London. Every year, no matter the circumstances, they would meet for a few days at Christmas in some secluded place, enjoying only the company of the other and their respective families.

They had been visiting that cabin for five years. The previous years they had rented a different one, but that one had so many memories that he had found himself unable to continue with the tradition. That hadn’t stopped Liam, though. One of the characteristics of his brother was his stubbornness, so instead of giving up, they had simply changed the place, but the initial spirit would remain the same.

"You better not get ahead so much, Liam, there are still two months left for Christmas." He argued weakly.

"Nonsense." Liam replied with a dismissive wave of his hand, then he gave him an intense look, causing his heart to flutter as he held his breath. "I know you, brother, I know that when there are feelings involved, you give everything of yourself. If that lass knows what is good for her, she will keep you around."

Liam left half an hour later, with the promise that Killian would do everything in his power to take his girlfriend to their traditional family event. The poor excuses that Killian threw in a desperate attempt to not involve Emma in all this nonsense were of no use. Now that the lie had begun there was no turning back, unless he confessed that everything had been a farce from the beginning, and that, honestly, wasn't among his plans, at least for now.

When his brother finally walked down the hall, Killian entered his apartment and, closing the door, he leaned against the smooth surface, shutting his eyes closed for a moment and letting out a deep breath, a gripping sensation washing over him while he wondered how the hell he was going to convince Emma to be part of this stupid plan.

The moment the door closed behind her, she leaned against it and brought her hands to her chest, feeling her heart beating frantically against her rib cage. She resisted the urge to bang her head against the wooden surface while cursing herself for what had just happened.

What the hell was she thinking when she threw herself to kiss Killian? She hated the guy, for God's sake! She had spent the whole day with a stuffy nose and watery eyes because of him, and he had only needed to use that accented and seductive voice while throwing a pleading look at her through those stupid and very blue eyes and she was already at his mercy.

The kiss was fleeting, just a light brush of lips, but Emma could still feel the warm sensation of his lips on hers. Dammit! Who was she kidding? As much as she tried to convince herself that she hated her neighbor, her feelings were quite different. Despite his cocky attitude and his sporadic slips in regards to his cat, Emma had developed a damn crush on her neighbor almost from the moment they met for the first time.

But it wasn't like she was going to confess her feelings, after all, it was just a crush that would fade over time. She did not even know the guy enough. And, most importantly, her heart was closed. Forever.

Emma took a deep breath and let it out slowly before deciding to keep herself busy in order to get her neighbor out of her mind for at least a few minutes. The task she chose did not help in the matter, though, but it was something she had to do, at least if she took into account her well-being.

For the next half hour, she devoted herself to getting rid of any traces of fur that Roger had left in his raid on her apartment. It was a shame, really. Her four-legged neighbor was so adorable, with those blue eyes — no, she wasn't thinking in his owner's eyes — and the beautiful fur color, a mixture of gray and white. But he was so furry it was a risk to her health due to her damn allergy. Even though the cat was no longer there, she sneezed a couple of times while cleaning. She was so focused on the task that she did not hear the knock on her door at first. What she did hear was Killian's voice.

"Swan, are you there?"

Oh shit! Emma remembered that Killian owed her an explanation to his unexpected request, but she did not think that she would receive it so soon. Moving slowly towards the door, she took two deep breaths in an attempt to pull herself together and she quickly schooled her features in an expression of indifference.

To his credit, his usual swagger had disappeared when Emma opened the door. Instead, he showed a contrite expression and a strange glow in his eyes. Far from relieving her, though, his fleeting gaze activated all her alerts.

"What do you want now, Jones?"

"I just wanted to thank you for your help with my previous request, it was..."

"A one-time thing." She cut him off abruptly as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Aye..." His voice trailed off, as his gaze drifted everywhere but to her face. Emma noticed how his hand moved to scratch behind his ear before he continued speaking. "The truth is, I'd have to ask you for another little favor, Swan. Could I come in and explain it to you?"

For all answer, she let out a deep sigh and stepped aside to let him in.

"Spit it out." She snapped while closing the door behind her.

"Well, as you may have guessed, the man from earlier was my brother Liam..."

"I know your brother." The words escaped her mouth before she had time to assess the implications. Emma bit her lower lip as she felt her cheeks flush at the realization of her mistake.

"You do? Because I don't remember having introduced him to you..." He tilted his head and gave her an inquisitive look.

Of course, she knew him. She knew that his brother Liam visited him frequently, at least once a week, and that sometimes he also brought his wife and children, a girl around six years old and two twin boys around four years old. And she knew all this because they were neighbors and the walls that separated the two apartments were tremendously thin. It wasn't that she had any special interest in Killian's family. Absolutely not.

"We're neighbors, remember?"

Killian raised an eyebrow as his lips drew a naughty smirk. She had to resist the temptation to erase the stupid smile from his lips using her own. "If I didn't know you any better, I'd say you have quite the interest in my family, eh Swan?"

Emma felt again a flush of embarrassment burning her cheeks but she ignored the feeling, focusing instead on trying to change the topic. "Don't try to divert attention, Jones, you owe me an explanation."

"About that ... my brother wanted to arrange me a date with some lass and I... well, I don't do the dating thing, so I thought that if he believed we were together..." His voice trailed off, all his bravado gone. Instead, he seemed quite uncomfortable with the situation, so she decided to finish the explanation for him.

"He would stop looking for dates for you?" He simply nodded as the corners of his lips lifted slightly.

"But why wouldn't a guy like you do the dating thing?" Emma's eyes widened as she realized the possible explanation. "Oh, you're a one-night-stand kind of guy, right?"

Killian scratched behind his ear again before answering, in a gesture Emma was learning to identify as a nervous tick. "Something like that."

Liar. He wasn't telling the truth. There was something that characterized Emma, almost as a gift, she could feel when someone was lying. The signs in Killian were obvious, like the way he turned his gaze away while his features hardened and a flash of something like hurt crossed his eyes.

Besides, if she was honest with herself, in the four months she had lived in that apartment, she didn't remember any disturbing sounds coming from the other side of the wall, nor had she crossed paths with any women leaving his apartment... Of course he could be one of those guys who never brought the girl to his house so that he could leave the place without having to explain himself. Someone like her…

Emma shook her head in an attempt to finish that train of thought. Instead, she focused again on Killian, who stood in front of her, with his hands in his pockets while rocking back and forth on his feet.

"Well, mission accomplished, I guess?" She replied, her lips drawing a reluctant smile. Her attitude toward him remained cautious, but somehow, his behavior after his brother's visit had made him seem nervous, so she allowed herself to lower her defenses a little. Just for this time.

"Aye, perhaps too well, and that's where I need to ask you for another small favor." The way he wrinkled his nose, while his lips twisted in a quite adorable pout told her that this favor wouldn't be small at all.  

Emma wasn't sure she wanted to hear what kind of favor he would ask for this time. A swirl of mixed feelings seized her, causing her stomach to tighten into knots in anticipation as her heart thudded in her chest. "And what would that small favor be?" She asked, her curiosity finally winning the battle.

Before answering, he cleared his throat, and offered her a half smile. "We have this tradition, we spend all the holiday in a cabin in the woods and... my brother kinda has invited you to spend the next Christmas with us." He muttered hastily, while his gaze remained centered on his shoes.

Something might not be working well in her brain, maybe one of the effects of her allergy, because it took Emma a few seconds to process the request. But when she finally did, she gaped in disbelief. "Your brother did what?"

"He invited my girlfriend to spend Christmas with us in a cabin in the woods." Killian repeated tentatively, one of his shoulders tensed up around his ear.

"Have you gone crazy?" Emma almost shouted. "By your girlfriend you mean me? How the hell do you think I would accept that absurd plan? We hate each other!"

"I don't hate you, Swan. Actually, I quite fancy you from time to time when you are not yelling at me." He wagged his eyebrows at her but the glare she shot him was enough for him to change his expression, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Emma started pacing up and down her living room, her stomach fluttering and her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm not doing this, buddy."

"Come on, Swan, I'll compensate you. Please." And there was his pleading voice again. His heart should be broken if he was doing all this so that his brother would leave him alone. Emma couldn't help sympathizing with him, but even so, she was not doing this, absolutely not.

Killian didn't seem to give up, as he insisted. "Think of it this way, you get to spend a few days in an idyllic place for free. You would not even have to buy gifts, I would take care of it. It would be like an all-inclusive vacation."

Tempting... but nope, it wasn't happening. "You realize that it’s a plan doomed to failure? It’s one thing to give you a kiss that lasted a fraction of a second and quite another to spend several days in front of your family pretending that we are a couple. I'm not good with PDAs and all that stuff. Plus, you may fancy me from time to time, but, I don't like you, Jones."

"I'll clean your apartment for a month." Killian cut her rambling with another tempting offer. But not enough.

Emma shook her head energetically. "Ah ah, you need to offer me something else, Jones."

Killian growled, clearly annoyed, but that did not stop him from trying. "I will take care of paying the rent for your apartment for a month."

He was insistent and quite convincing, Emma would concede him that. It was evident that, once overcome his initial discomfort, he had regained his habitual self-confidence, deciding to embark fully on this kind of suicide mission. Emma couldn't help but feel some admiration for his determination despite the fact that he was the one who had more to lose. After all, he would be lying to his entire family. But she wasn't going to make it easy for him.

"Only one month? Not enough."

"Come on Swan, the prices of these apartments are prohibitive. I don't earn enough to pay two rentals."

"One month of rent and one month of vacuuming my apartment." She offered, making great efforts to hold back the grin that threatened to form on her lips. She was enjoying this more than she should, considering the implications.

Killian remained pensive for a few seconds while rubbing the scruff on his jaw, in a movement perhaps too distracting. Then his head moved subtly, as if convincing himself, and finally, he let out a sigh as his gaze sought hers. "Fine."

She wasn't prepared for the intensity of his blue eyes, so she remained with her eyes lost in his until, finally, she blinked breaking the spell. He had managed to convince her, no doubt, but there was something quite appealing about the enthusiasm with which Killian tried to win her favor, so she decided to continue fighting a little more.

"If I accept the deal, and yes, you have listened well, if... Roger can't come with us. I like the cat, obviously more than his owner, but we sadly can not live together under the same roof."

"Of course, love." He hastened to respond. "I already have a candidate who can take care of him."

"And one last thing." She raised a finger in warning. "If Roger sneaks into my apartment one more time before Christmas, I will break the deal."

"Sure, love, I'll personally take care that Roger stays in my apartment."

"Good."

"So, we have a deal?" He asked, focusing his gaze back on hers. 

She should reject it. Her mind was screaming that she shouldn't accept it. She was about to accept spending a week pretending to be the girlfriend of the person for whom she had a crush, for God's sake! But her fluttering heart had other plans, encouraging her to accept the deal and continue to know her infuriating neighbor, even at the risk of being harmed in the process.

Before making her final decision, she took a deep breath and narrowed her eyes, studying him for the last time. She could only see honesty and clear anticipation. The decision was made. "I suppose so, but don't make me regret it, Jones."

The giant smile that bloomed on his face caused her to start feeling butterflies fluttering in her stomach. "Not to worry, lass, I'll be on my best behavior for the next few weeks."

Only when Emma closed the door after saying goodbye to Killian did she realize the implications of the risky agreement she had accepted. She was going to spend a week with the person she supposedly hated, although the reality was very different. The question was, would she be able to keep her crush on that or, on the contrary, end up falling for him irremediably?

She was a tough girl, that wasn't going to happen, she tried to convince herself. Still, she couldn't help a bittersweet feeling washing over her at the thought that her life was so pathetic that she was beginning to get excited about spending Christmas surrounded by family. It didn't matter that it was fake. This would be the first time in a long time that she wouldn't spend Christmas all alone.

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Flame for one [13]

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Part 12

You went out on the concrete field. For once, it was quiet, and you felt wind caressing your face.

“Follow me”, Steve whispered, and you went running. Suddenly, out of the blue, Iron Man bumped into the concrete, and his mask opened to reveal Tony’s face. Rhodes landed right after him and did the same.

“I mean, what a surprise. You never know who you’re gonna bump into at the airport. Hi guys”.

“I hope you haven’t taken any poor decisions while we were enemies”, you smiled, charmingly, in your opinion. Tony smiled back with a touch of bitterness.

“You’re an outlaw and you’re going to speak about poor choices”.

“Since when law is any good at all? Plus, poor choices are my, sort of, specialization”.

He brushed you off.

“Give up, guys. Ross gave me thirty six hours to return you and Barnes, twenty four of them are already out. Help me, Captain”.

“You need to listen for once, Tony”.

“I’m not listening if this is some crap about how Barnes is not a criminal”.

“Then you gotta back off and feel a bit guilty later when we save the world once again, but without you”, you stated.

“You can’t even save yourselves. You’re delusional, Y/N. You still may just come back and I’ll pretend nothing ever happened”.

“You really need to stop acting like my father, Tony”.

“Whoooah! You may regret this!” Sam yelled in your earpiece and you frowned. Stark fell speechless for couple of seconds.

“Did you teach her this nonsense?” he pointed his iron finger at Steve, “I’m taking her away and urging you to return all the fancy stuff I ever gave you as gifts”.

“Tony, they’re playing for time”, Rhodes sighed. You made an innocent face. Tony gave it a thought.

“If you want people to treat you like a grownup, you need to become one”.

“This saying is as old as this vacuum cleaner next to me. Come up with something more exciting”.

“Stark, you need to let us go, there are soldiers like him in…” Steve pressed as if there was no conversation other than that happening inside his head.

“I am NOT”, Stark lifted his finger, “letting you do anything. I am this sick of your…”

That was the moment you realized the fight was meant to be. Some things, you found with dark amazement, were una-bloody-voidable. Others, however, weren’t that disappointed: they had prepared themselves for it. Bucky and Sam reported they were locating the jet to fly on. Scott was on his spot, ready to strike.

“Okay, we got it”, Sam murmured in your earpiece, and Steve glanced at you barely turning his head. That was the signal, and you fell on the ground rolling away, with Tony simultaneously shooting in the air:

“Spider-dude!”

You didn’t have time to look sideways. You saw a man, blue and red, more colourful than Rogers, and very lean, sitting on the top of a big passenger plane. You rushed in another direction for your role was to join the guys and cover for Scott. Steve visibly didn’t like this idea, and Barnes agreed. You wondered if you all were coming into their agree-on-everything-because-we-are-secretly-married era. You were thinking about it before Nat crossed your way and stopped, blocking you. She didn’t say anything, just cocked her head in an accusing way.

“Wha… don’t be sore”, you urged. She pursed her lips, didn’t say anything. Apparently, she was holding a grudge. Maybe she was hurt that you preferred Barnes over her. But then again, Natasha wasn’t the spiteful type. Before you knew, she attacked, without any further urging. You knew each other well. She knew that there was no use trying to convince you anymore. Now it was time for beating.

You jumped back, in awe of her passion for a moment, and the next second you were ready. Sending a massive heat wave in her direction, you widened it, for Nat was capable of jumping over it. The new thing you invented was stretching the field making it slightly thinner, that it was more fragile, but at the same time, it was wider. It was good in every way because didn’t let Romanoff escape, but didn’t injure her much either.

“How is it going Y/N”, Steve puffed in your earpiece.

“It’s going!” you shouted, immensely intense as you were trying to outspeed Natasha. You could use some help as well but wouldn’t admit it. That was the way you overcame one trouble after another: too proud to cry for help. Had no other choice but to get the upper hand. Pinning Nat down to the ground, you looked up to locate Sam and Bucky, then got a glimpse of Clint hurrying towards you.

“Stay down”, you growled, sniffing out the hot air and warming Nat’s blood. She went red. You could feel her inner self starting to get anxious from heat.

“Yeah sure”, she gasped, and you felt her legs on your neck. God knows how she’d done that over and over again, but now she was strangling you with her thighs. It was a question of who was the first to knock the other out: you obviously couldn’t boil her brains, because it wasn’t the real fight. Nat, though, had every reason to choke you just enough to get you out of it. That wasn’t meant to happen because you were to assist Wilson and Barnes as soon as they reach the exit and head for the remains of the team. You rocked back trying to unbend her knees. It was fairly impossible. Luckily, Hawkeye was soon there, approaching the furious ball you two were forming. His arrow whistled by your ear and ticked behind your back. Then you were released from Nat’s grasp. Thanks God and Odin, you’d happily give a speech about how you’d never wish to anyone to madden Black fucking Widow. This woman was intimidating.

“We’ll talk later”, you said grudgingly, rolling away and giving in to Clint. “You have fun”, you spat and got up with an intention to get as far away from these two as possible.

“Y/L/N to the terminal. Sam and Buck having trouble with the red-blue guy”.

“What fucking red-blue guy!” you roared, already running. At times like these, you felt so much for the Hulk. You felt so much sympathy for him. You were practically ready to marry him. You knew just exactly what it felt like. To be so furious your skin soared. It only took a little choking or one red-headed woman, one angry look or one unplanned Tony’s ally to get you into this state. You knew you were fucked up. You heard there was no way from this. But now, it was your advantage.

“That spider-boy!” Sam shouted.

“How many fucking names you got for one dude?!”

“Language”, Steve reminded surprisingly calmly.

“It was you who introduced the incredible meowing kitty cat purr guy prince man to us”, Sam stated.

You didn’t reply, just ran faster. You had to crawl, after taking the turn, because Vision appeared, scanning the space with his crazy all-seeing eyes. This was unfair. He was unfair. Having him as a side-kick was unfair. He was worth a bloody army.

“Y/N stop”, he requested in his ever pacify urging voice.

“Sorry about that”, you puffed, taking a sudden turn and heading towards the plane. You ran around, feeling his glance on you. Vision followed you, trying to cut your way. You stopped by the tail of the plane, jumping and hanging on the small wing with one hand.

“Sorry about what?”

You nodded and hit the panel with your free hand, sending huge and hot red wave inside. There is always a bit of fuel left. It only takes on sparkle to start a great fire. Well, you had plenty of them. You had fireworks. It wouldn’t be a trouble for Vision to stop the explosion. But it would take some of his time. Being ungodly small, you rolled in a ball, cuddling with the fire that roared from the inside of the plane. You could see it like in slow motion. Vision, hanging in the air not far from you, and the flames covering you from him. Being inside was warm, and comforting. It was like the one last place you felt genuine in. You didn’t feel any guilt when you blew something up, because you were being yourself. Guess it made you a villain.

Before he could notice, you crawled below the falling parts. While all Stark team gathered around to stop the fire, you were flying inside the terminal to lead the two troubled guys outside.

As you got on the second floor, you saw the red and blue figure flying out the window.

“What the…” you followed the trace of broken glass and metal remains of the railings. Barnes and Wilson were lying on the floor side by side, both pinned to it by some white glistening substance. Bucky looked extremely annoyed. Sam looked even worse. They weren’t very happy about a girl coming to save them, either.

“Oh don’t tell me you can’t tear it off”, you exclaimed as you saw Bucky’s metal arm glued to the floor.

“You’ll be surprised”, he sniffed.

“Who the hell is he?”

“What amazes me is that he seems to be a kid”, Sam complained reluctantly.

“A kid? What do you mean? Like, a childish kid?” you kneeled before Bucky examining the sticky shit that was holding him down. His eyes were bright green, you noticed. He was breathing heavily. Bright pink on his cheeks, and adrenalin radiating from the depths of the sea green. He was so human, and it was so endearing, for some reason. You felt so attracted to him it even scared you for a second. Then he spoke, and the delusion died away.

“Like, he blocked my punch, but his fist was so small, and his voice is almost pre-pubertal. He’s a freaking teen”.

“Steve, are you copying this: kick Tony’s ass”, you passed. Rogers replied with a kind of uh-huh, barely listening to you.

“Since they call him the spider something, this must be his web”, you grinned. You tried to burn it – the web went smoky. A poisonous and harsh smell appeared.

“Just take it off”, Bucky urged you.

“You gotta help me”.

“Place your hand and melt it the fuck off”.

“I don’t wanna touch it, Barnes”.

“You take your time guys”, Sam snored with raising hysteria in his voice.

“Get in line young man!”

“Y/N, do it”.

“Relax, man. Don’t shout at me”.

“I’m not shouting at you. Am I shouting at her?”

“Almost”, Sam confirmed.

“I beg your pardon!” Lang’s voice shouted right into your brain, “but I am running into a very angry flying robot right now and might use a little advice! If you are done your threesome party, and, hell, where is everyone?!”

“The colour of the robot’s armour?” you asked, melting the web and pulling Bucky’s arm, trying not to make a face. You wrapped your fingers around his metal wrist, and felt the tiny plates moving. It felt strange. He looked at you with careful eyes, then tried to lift the arm.

“Red and gold!”

Barnes sat in a fast move nearly hitting you with an elbow as he was jerking it trying to get rid of the melted web. You proceeded to Wilson.

“Oh shit. Coming to rescue!” you sang.

“Abort rescue. I’m closer. You and Barnes take on T’Challa. Sam, proceed to the jet. Let’s finish it”.

“Roger that”.

“Pardon?”

“Crap”.

“It’s his last name”.

“Yeah”, you puffed, “I am seeing my mistake here”.

Once you were outside, it was visibly tense. The field and the runway, as it used to be, was ruined. Half of the plain you’d blown up earlier was dragged away; apparently, somebody tried to smash somebody with it.

“You go through, and I’ll try to slow the Catman down. Guess you don’t wanna meet him again”, you suggested to Bucky as you two ran out and hid yourselves behind the vehicle.

“Nah, I’m fine”, Bucky shook his head bravely, and his chocolate locks covered his face for a second.

“Have you ever… thought of an option… of tailing your hair… cause it’s long, and you must have problems with seeing what’s in front of you”.

Bucky gave you yet another amazed look. He must have thought, how on Earth were you able to occupy yourself with such kind of thoughts while in battle.

“You really did change a bit”, he smiled, but he did swipe away his hair behind the ear.

“Yeah, I talk a lot these days”.

“Yeah”.

“Locating the Cat King”, you reported.

“Go”, Steve ordered.

“Wanna dance?” Bucky offered, catching your elbow and slowing you down.

You looked at him pretending to think about an offer. Were you forming a team? Was it really this okay to now go on like two normal fellows? He was suggesting using the knowledge only you two shared, which meant you’d be indestructible. Barnes wasn’t that lost helpless lamb altogether, after all.

“Haven’t danced for a while”.

It was strange to see his eager smile stretching the lips and warming the face, making it beautiful, a face that you’ve never seen smiling before. Watching him disappear slowly, as if he was being wiped away, or else, he was moving with the rushing world while you froze on the side. The Soldier who broke free, who spoke, who smiled at you, and sent your brains in shreds. You were trying to persuade yourself: it was safe now, next to him. You were good to fight shoulder by shoulder, like colleagues. He wouldn’t punch you in the rib, or drag you by the hair, or give you a blue eye all of a sudden. He’d protect you. You were trying to keep it in mind as you left your corner when he waved his hand. It was still in slow motion: T’Challa, seeing that Barnes is not scared and not rushing from side to side anymore, calculates his moves and gets above on the plane wing to have an opportunity to jump over him and crush on his shoulders, injuring the spine. What he doesn’t know is, Bucky won’t bitch about having no opportunity to follow him, because he has you. You need three steps to get you speed. On the fourth, you make a start and gather yourself in a spring. You understand everything Bucky is doing: you guess your next move by the motion he uses to bend his knees slightly. He squats a little exactly as low as to let you get on his left shoulder; stands up, while you squat simultaneously; grabs you by the ankles not to let you fall off; pushes you up. It all happens so fast that T’Challa doesn’t have enough time to move himself away, and there you are, grabbing his waist and dragging him down like a shark.

As he collapsed on the ground, you rolled away and grouped. T’Challa stood up, turning his head on each of you in turn. Without seeing his eyes or mouth, his face being completely blank, you found it quite scary.

“You chose the wrong path to follow”, he said to you.

“I’d rather you stopped lecturing everybody”, you hissed, “your highness?”

You attacked him at the same time, from both sides, crashing your fists together. Bucky, hitting his jaw from the left side and securing his back so that he didn’t have an opportunity to escape; you, hitting his head from the right and putting just a little bit of flame heat in the punch, so that the pressure is equal with Bucky’s blow, to secure T’Challa’s neck. For a moment, it felt like the Black Panther has lost all the wish to fight you any more, but he recovered pretty fast, even though it was visible that it took him more time to adjust to the situation. Barnes wasn’t giving him any time at all: stepping forward, he kicked him in the chest before T’Challa could get up, and when the man rolled back, jumping up, and relocated, standing once again between you and Bucky.

He made a bitch move, pretending he attacks you this time, and it worked for Barnes. Once he jumped at you, Bucky crashed on him from the back, so T’Challa got the chance to get his hands on him. Jumping up and dragging Bucky with him, he tried to flip, using Barnes’ impressive weight just to bash Bucky on the ground as hard as possible.

You got on his side, concentrating heat in your leg and kicking T’Challa. Without super supply, he would barely feel it, but given the acceleration you possessed, he flew off like a straw on the wind. Bucky got up immediately without any visible effort. He rushed at you, confusing you, and rolled himself around you, only to cover you from the energy blow sent by the Iron Warrior, you discovered. You two were blown away and crashed again, you in a circle of his hands gripping you tightly. For some time, all you could hear was a howling pulsation inside your head. Bucky rolled off you, and you took half of second to look at the sky to at least focus on where it was.

“Okay?” he sighed, as you shook your head and tried to get up.

“Good”.

“Is everyone on the spot”, Steve asked.

There was a slender choir of ‘yes’ in your earphone.

“In line then. Bucky, Y/N, head straight to the hangar. There’s a chance they won’t notice that after all”.

“Right”, you sniffed, “just for the record, I still think they won’t buy it”.

“And I am still open for better suggestions. You got her Buck?”

“Yeah”, Bucky said without any confidence.

“Good. We’ll join you”.

“No. You three go. We’ll stay”, Sam argued.

“That’s right. We’ll buy you some time”, Scott agreed.

“No time will be of any use if you don’t get rid of Vision”, you warned, eyeing the dark crimson cape in the sky not so far from you.

“Let’s run”, Bucky touched your elbow and motioning towards the open gates of the hangar.

“We’ll think of something, I guess”, Scott suggested.

“Romanoff approaches you, I say you get moving”, Sam warned.

“Oh shit, not her again”, you snapped furiously and ran. Bucky just had to trail behind you.

You ran like hell. You believed if you ran fast enough, no monster would be able to catch you, just because you existed in different realms.

“Get in line”, Steve commanded, as they were left behind your back.

“When I give you a signal…” you took out your earpiece as it was only distracting you. You saw Bucky at your shoulder. He was slightly ahead of you clearing the way. Clint’s arrow flew by. Something exploded. You were trying to get a glimpse of Wanda since she refused to have her earpiece, saying that it was distracting her from chanting. You haven’t heard from her and hadn’t seen her but hoped that she was okay since Steve didn’t mention her once. You were too close when Steve joined you, running with his feet burning. It was about thirty steps to the gates when a golden ray came above your heads and cut the hangar roof like butter. You stopped and gasped, bowing instinctively, but started on the next second. Steve and Bucky grabbed you by the hands at the same time, without taking their eyes off the falling building.

“We still have time!”

“No, it’s crushing down”, Steve said.

“I can hold it”, you growled, jerking angrily in their hands, “just enough time to get you through, you morons!”

“Stop it Y/N!” Steve went on. Suddenly your idea went real, only, instead of the transparent invisible heatwave the force holding the debris was bright red. It was Wanda. You could see her small silhouette among the falling concrete parts.

“Okay, go!” Steve yelled, and you ran again. You lacked speed compared with them, so when you were just below the falling roof, held in the air magically by ephemeral matter, you felt a strong pull and nearly fell. It got you through though. If only it was the end of the way.

You got up and looked before you.

“Nat”, Steve sighed.

“You’re not gonna stop”, she observed. She was standing right between you and the jet.

“Nat, we don’t have time”.

“I reckon. Tell me where you’re headed in case you need help”.

You took a moment to bow and take a huge breath after a long running. Bucky shifted next to you.

“It’s in Siberia, Nat. Are you… for us now?”

“Maybe you’re right”.

“You tell Tony. And follow us. Now we have to go”, you urged.

She looked at you with an old warm look.  

“Are we good Y/N?”

You moaned.

“I’ll tell you when my neck stops hurting”, you marched past her tapping her shoulder.

Romanoff, so quick and so flexible. You were sorry you already had crush on Wanda.

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Meow Cafe, part 12

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

universe: Figaro universe, cat cafe!au - Tony works as a barista in a cat cafe and Steve is totally smitten by him and Tony’s overly fluffy cat, Figaro

summary: The big opening of the new Meow Cafe is finally happening!

length: 5 791 words

warnings: this fic belongs to Figaro universe, not focused on tickling, but has some from time to time (some this time)

a/n: FINAL CHAPTER IS HERE! I hope you like it and look at the end for a special surprise! if you enjoyed this series, remember to like, reblog and send me your final thoughts, would love to hear how you liked this love and cat story!

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Meow Cafe, part 12

(part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11)

The work on new Meow Cafe was going smoothly and after another month it was fully furnished and equipped, sparkling new and clean, ready to accept cats and customers. Yet, the final and hardest test remained the one that would define everything.

"He is coming! He is coming!" Janet jumped away from the window, almost entangling herself in the curtains in the process. "The inspector is coming!!" she shrilled, cheeks becoming flushed from the nervous atmosphere.

"Calm down, Jan," Bruce advised, standing behind the bar, next to Pepper who was sipping some coffee.

"What if he won't like the cafe?! What if we did something wrong?! We will have to start all over again!!" Janet panicked further, skipping to Bruce and flailing arms in panic.

"He will like it, we did everything fine---"

"AND WHAT IF WE DIDN'T?!" Janet roared, grabbing Bruce by the collar and almost dragging him out from the bar area. Before Pepper had to intervene, there was a gentle sound of a bell ringing, indicating that someone pushed the door open. The inspector arrived.

"Hi!" Janet immediately let go of Bruce and turned around, her angry scowl turning into a welcoming smile. The girl needed only one second to change her mood dramatically. There was probably some medical term for that, but it wasn't important. "Welcome to Meow Cafe!"

The inspector seemed unfazed. He put his nose up and sniffed, still smelling some of the paint. Tony and Steve walked behind the inspector and smiled nervously at the crew gathered near the bar area.

"Glad you could find time for us," Pepper smiled, greeting their guest. "Janet will show you around," she said, needing to find the over-energetic girl some task, or she might kill them all.

"Of course!" Janet nodded enthusiastically, and the tour started.

The inspector took his time and went meticulously through every inch of Meow Cafe. The new furniture was met with approval, soft and inviting both for cats and humans. The big window had a nice warm spot where the sun was shining, perfect for naps. The new cat shelves were great, placed all over the cafe, with some tunnels between them for double the fun, all in nice, pastel, bright colors and with soft carpet on the top for double kitty comfort. The inspector tested the cat door leading to the cat room, full of cat beds and bowls and more shelves, and a comfy, old couch near the wall, Bruce found on a yard sale. The best was left for last. The playground. It had to be tested to accommodate all kitty needs and shapes and weights and ages, and the inspector examined every toy and shelf and cushion and every scratch pole. It took long, nervous minutes and everyone was getting anxious, trying to hold it in and not rush anything. In the end, the inspector came back to the bar area, looking as mysterious as when the tour started.

"Can I interest you in something to drink?" Janet asked friendly, hoping that it will earn them some additional points.

One, slowly drank, bowl of milk later, the inspector looked around the new cafe and sat his fluffy butt down on the floor. The moment was prolonging and Figaro licked around his mouth, getting the last drops of milk. Immediately, everyone looked to Tony, who had been sitting on the couch with Steve, waiting for translation.

Tony, trying to not choke on his own laughter, knowing how serious everyone was treating the situation, smiled and spread his arms. "He likes it!" he announced.

The Meow Cafe's crew cheered and Figaro closed his eyes in content. Yes, he could imagine his cat friends being comfortable in this new place.

***

"Hi! Welcome! So glad you could come!"

Steve was leaning against the bar and he couldn't keep the smile out of his face. Finally, the day came and it was the grand opening of the new Meow Cafe. Tomorrow, the cafe would be open for all customers while this was the opening for friends and family and people who adopted the cafe's pupils. Steve saw Pepper talking to the older couple, a marriage that had adopted his favorite Little Eye, Blondie and Crazeh, and chatting with the girl with blue eyes and dark bangs, one that gave a home to Shandi. Near the playground and watching the cats inside were three girls plus Janet, excitedly cooing over the cats and commenting how cute they were. Steve didn't know their names, but guessed that the chubby one with long, wavy hair in the middle was the one who adopted Cow, on her right was a girl with asymmetric hair in an unusual rusty orange color, Ariel's owner, and at the left was the one with long blond hair, tied in a bun, and by the hair, Steve made a connection that it was Rapunzel (whose real name still remained unknown), the one who adopted Tsuki. On one of the couches, was Sam and Rhodey, talking to a burly blond, who, as it turned out was neither William or Thud, but Thor, Gizmo's rightful owner, who had brought his brother along, a lanky dark-haired man, staying away from everyone and preferring to put his all attention on the cat in his lap. Steve focused on the cat for a bit. It was a striped tabby with white socks, looking suspiciously similar to Crazeh, although smaller and more muscular, enjoying a long petting session. The new cafe was much bigger than the previous one and could host up to fifteen cats instead of six. Currently, in the cafe was a lucky thirteen of cats. And Steve had to learn the names of all of them.

"That's Cajetan," someone said and Steve looked at Natasha who appeared out of nowhere. As the person who adopted Oliver, she was also invited to the first opening. "He is almost two years old, Bruce says that he is one of the youngest cats here."

Steve nodded and smiled. He could imagine that Bruce was excited as Tony was with all the new cats, but while Tony tend to blab a lot and change from one cat to the other, making it hard to keep track and memorize, Bruce had to be a better source of information.

"Tuma," Natasha pointed up at the cat shelves, where a beautiful tortoiseshell girl was looking down at everyone with her yellow-green eyes. "Pi Shu," on a shelf just below Tuma was another cat, this one resembling Cow a little bit, also black and white and green-eyed, looking at everyone suspiciously, "watch out for her, she gives love bites."

Steve laughed, not at all bothered by kitty love bites. Maybe in the past he did consider it a problem, but not anymore.

"Oh, and there is Zeus," Natasha smiled at the lean cat, a mix of calico and Siamese with unusually bright blue eyes sprinting between their legs to get to the cat's room. "Chased by Little Girl," she laughed, when a grayish-white blur followed Zeus, as both cats were playing with each other. "And there is my favorite, Clawson," Natasha's voice softened and she pointed at the window sill, where stretched out was a big, orange cat, the senior of the group, reaching almost fifteen years old, as finding homes for senior cats was still an important mission for Meow Cafe. Steve saw a resemblance to Oliver and it became clear why this particular cat became Nat's favorite. Maybe if things turn out well, Oliver will get a brother.

"Hey, you almost got them all," Steve looked at his friend, grateful for the short introduction.

"Yeah, almost," Natasha leaned out a little bit, seeing Clint, sitting on the floor and dangling a mouse on a stick in front of two cats, a honey striped cat, and an orange tabby. Izzy and Menina. Izzy was a four years old boy and Menina was an older lady, almost fourteen, but was as playful and energetic as the three times younger Izzy. Clint was laughing and looked perfectly happy, observing cats attempt to get the mice, and sometimes letting them nibble on the toy.

Steve counted the cats they saw so far. Two in the cat's room, six in the cafe area. That meant, that five more were somewhere around. His eyes went to the playground and he saw a small black cat, happily napping on one of the pillows.

"That's Kashi, right?" Steve asked Natasha, trying to remember some of the cats on his own. From what Tony told him, Kashi was a very shy kitty lady and preferred to stay in the playground area, approaching everyone with caution.

"Yeah, it is," Natasha confirmed, and laughed at a gray cat, walking back and forth through one of the tunnels, looking very happy, until the calico one with bright yellow eyes decided to make a surprise and jump on the tunnel, temporarily cutting off the entrance, until the cat wiggled out backwards, to the amusement of the three girls observing the cats. Poor Fezzick, attacked by Lina. Seemed that the younger cats had no respect for their older colleagues. Speaking of younger cats, on numerous fluffy pillows and gently pawing a toy mouse was Amber, gray and with golden eyes, the baby of the cat group, reaching one year. "I think that Celia is also in the playground---"

"Do you need anything?"

"We are good, Bruce," Natasha smiled at her unofficially second boyfriend. Bruce's hair seemed even curlier than usual, as he was rushing in the bar area, pouring coffee after coffee for all of their guests. Even his glasses seemed steamed.

"BRUCE!" Janet roared, appearing suddenly in the bar area, and leaning in to see how the coffee making was going, an empty tray propped against her hip, almost falling to the ground. Immediately, Bruce started to slap her away gently, because Pepper didn't approve of jumping against the sparkly new bar and chipping the paint off. "Our guests need coffee!"

"And we need more cake!" Tony yelled, waltzing past the small group, swiftly collecting empty coffee cups left on the tables. The coffee place was becoming more crowded, as more people who adopted the cats over the two years of Meow Cafe existence were showing up. Pepper basically stood by the door and greeted the new groups, guiding them briefly over the cafe before resuming her position.

"Hi, handsome!"

Steve yelped, and jumped up a little bit, when someone, undoubtedly Tony, while circling and collecting plates and cups, playfully slapped his ass. He only saw Tony's grin as his barista walked away to bus some tables.

"Then you two should come here and help me," Bruce replied through clenched teeth in a deep voice, keeping a low profile, unlike his colleges. Steve had to admit, that the seemingly harmless brunet seemed a lot more threatening out of sudden.

"You have help!" Jan exclaimed, stacking the coffee cups on a tray. "We left you with the new guy!"

New guy? Steve sipped his coffee, looking more alert. Tony didn't tell him that the person who was supposed to fill in for him started the job.

"NEW GUY! Move it!" Jan yelled, almost jumping over the bar and again, but being held back by Bruce.

"I am coming, I am coming!"

The door leading to the kitchen opened, and Steve's eyes widened when he saw a familiar figure with about dozen plates with neatly cut pieces of carrot cake.

"Bucky?!" Steve exclaimed, or would have, if he didn't have a mouthful of coffee and the liquid spilled from his mouth and trickled down his chin. Luckily, Natasha was alert and pressed a napkin to his mouth before any coffee could reach his shirt, but Steve still heard Tony's pearly laughter somewhere in the distance.  For being such a neat person in general, Steve was a huge spiller.

"As for a place that's supposed to be relaxing, you guys are awfully nervous," Bucky grumbled, making his way out of the bar, sporting a Meow Cafe apron worn over black jeans and buttoned shirt, "hi Nat, Steve. Have some cake," Bucky smiled cheekily and slid two plates over the bar. Once again it was up to Natasha to save the moment and catch both plates, as Steve was still too stunned to move.

"Less chit chat more work!" Janet urged, putting some cups of coffee on the empty place on the tray. "Our guests are waiting for coffee! You need to step up your game if you want to work here, you have some big shoes to fill in! Well, metaphorically big shoes, because Tony has tiny feet---"

Steve saw Bucky quickening his pace, clearly escaping from chattering Janet, who followed him closely, talking his ears off. Bucky working at a cat cafe. That was something Steve didn't expect. Clearly, Bucky's fondness for cats ran deeper than Steve thought…

"Let's go and sit," Natasha gently bumped shoulders with Steve's and pushed two plates with cakes into his hands, as she took their coffee. They went to the couch, the same one where Sam, Rhodey and Thor were sitting on, leaving Bruce on coffee duty and giving him some off time. Steve glanced at the back, and saw Tony making his way into the bar area, and taking out clean coffee cups out of the washing machine. Seemed that he won't be able to spend any time with Tony today… After all, it was the opening, a big day for everybody.

When Steve and Natasha made it to the couch, Bucky was serving the last pieces of cake, the very last one going to Sam.

"Saved you the biggest one, doll," he winked at his boyfriend and Sam beamed a proud smile.

"You managed to lose Janet?" Natasha asked with a teasing grin, sitting in the big armchair.

"She stopped to play with Cajetan and talk to that weird, sad kid," Bucky explained.

"That weird kid happens to be my brother," Thor sent Bucky an intimidating look, which lost a lot of threatening power, as the guy stuffed his mouth with carrot cake and had some icing around his lips.

"He is weird," Bucky repeated, totally unfazed.

"I think he is interesting," Natasha smiled, peaking at the man with the small cat in his lap.

"You guys don't seem alike," Steve put in his comment. It was obvious that siblings didn't always resemble each other, but at least they had similarities. Thor, was big and muscled and had a seemingly sunny personality. His brother was smaller in posture, pale and had black hair, and didn't seek company and clearly didn't feel well surrounded by people.

"He is my stepbrother," Thor explained in a small voice, still sounding a bit wounded and sending hurt looks towards Bucky.

"You really shouldn't be the one to judge people! Remember how we met? I gave you five dollars because I thought you were living on the street!" Sam laughed, putting his fork into the carrot cake and taking a bite.

"What?!" everyone exclaimed, as Bucky froze in silent panic.

"You told me you bumped into Sam on a street!" Steve accused Bucky. Another hidden secret. His friend was asking for a long talk.

"You need to tell us!" Natasha smiled wide and evil, crossing her legs for a more comfortable position.

"I am glad to know I wasn't the first one to think he was a homeless guy," Rhodey laughed.

"Believe me, you were not the first one," Steve shook his head. It happened more often than he would like to admit to, but well, that was his best friend.

"There is nothing to tell---" Bucky tried to cut the topic off, but Sam already started.

"I saw him at the subway station. He was sitting on the floor and playing guitar, so I stopped and gave him five dollars to buy himself something warm to eat. And then he used the same five dollars to buy me a coffee--"

"That's basically what I told you!" Bucky explained himself, feeling Steve's angry look.

"You left some parts out," Steve muttered, "and I told you to stop doing that!" he hissed, meaning Bucky's habit of playing guitar in the middle of the city. Bucky claimed that he was entertaining, for Steve, he was asking for trouble. "You will get yourself beaten up one day! Don't walk away when I am talking to you!" Steve kept yelling, as Bucky trotted to serve more coffee, moving his mouth to Steve's words and making faces, mocking him.

"--- and now he has a decent job! My parents keep asking about him and I can finally introduce him!" Sam finished the story, seemingly oblivious to Bucky and Steve's confrontation.

"Guys, better enjoy that carrot cake, we ran out!" Tony called, walking to his group of friends, and collecting the plates and cups he could. "But the honey cake finally cooled down!" he added quickly, noticing Thor's sad puppy look. That guy could eat.

"You started making honey cake again?!" Rhodey called, almost jumping out of his seat. "Dibs on a piece!" he raised his hand up and waved frantically.

"Of course, you will get some, honey bear."

"Oh, so here is the party for all cat people!" someone yelled out.

"Behave," came a deeper and mellow voice.

"Hey, guys! Over here!" Sam raised his hand and waved to the two people standing in the doorway.

It was T'Challa and a friend. They walked to the group, T'Challa in long, broad steps, straight as a board, the other one moved softer, as if almost dancing to some disco music, which wasn't a wrong association as his shirt had a mix logos of old music bands.

"You all know T'Challa already," Rhodey introduced his work colleagues and T'Challa nodded to the group, "and this is Peter," he pointed to the other guy.

"Sup!" Peter clicked his tongue and made a finger gun at the group. He was blond and had some curly hair on top of his head and a light stubble. He was wearing a bomber jacket and jeans, and his style was clearly inspired by the 80s. A total opposite of T'Challa, who was wearing an all black suit, and looked refined and polished. Peter had some rough charm to himself.

"Hi! How is Ramzes?" someone asked, and Steve would focus on that, curious to hear how T'Challa was doing with the loud senior cat, if it wasn't for a whisper next to him.

"Wow, they are hot," Tony gaped at both men, the tray almost slipping out of his hands. What made him grip it back, was Steve's judging look, but what really sent panic down his spine, was the way Rhodey glared at him. Seemed that Tony still didn't learn. "… Hot in here!" Tony corrected himself, closing and opening his mouth in brief panic. "Who wants iced coffee?!" he called into the air, walking away with the tray, cups and plates clinking gently.

Steve should be offended. Yet, at this point, he only smiled to himself and shook his head at his boyfriend's behavior.

"Don't worry," Rhodey said and Steve looked at him, as Rhodey picked up some of the plates Tony left behind, "I know when that idiot is really in love," he stood up, and went to put the plates away.

Steve kept smiling and looked at the piece of carrot cake he was handed earlier, feeling something warm inside. He focused on that and started eating, listening to his friends talking.

***

"Sit down!"

"But---"

"You were standing for the whole day! Sit down!"

"But we need---"

"SIT. DOWN!!"

Pepper raised her hands up in a desperate gesture. Not having any other choice, she plopped down on the couch, obediently staying where her crew had pointed her to. "Here. I am sitting, happy?"

"Yes," Janet beamed, as Bucky and Bruce were cleaning the cafe, joined by Sam, Rhodey and Steve. "We will handle it, you rest!" Janet decided, walking away with Natasha to collect plates and cups from the tables. Clint and Tony were nowhere to be seen, but that probably meant that they were back in the cats' room, refilling the bowls with food and water and cleaning the litter boxes for the night.

The cafe was emptying, their guests already had left and cats were nestling for a night of sleep. Tomorrow would be a new day and cafe would function normally, ready to serve more guests and look for homes for the new cats.

"Did you count the cats?!" Pepper turned around from her place on the couch, when Tony and Clint walked out from the bar area.

"Six!" Tony called back, "seven more to find!"

"I am on it!" Clint took the job and walked to the playground area, ready to play 'spot the cat'.

"Before we turn the bar off, does anyone want something?! Coffee, tea?!" Bruce called and collected some orders, while the rest was cleaning. It didn't take long to clean with so many helpers, and soon the cafe became spotless again, ready for tomorrow.

"Thanks, guys. You all did a great job today," Pepper smiled gratefully as her crew and friends sat around her and the group enjoyed a last cup of coffee, mugs handed out by Clint and Janet.

"Milady, your coffee," Clint said charmingly, offering Natasha a cup of black and strong coffee. "As black and bitter as your soul, just the way you like it," he added with a cheerful grin and Natasha cooed a thank you, taking the cup and gesturing towards Bruce to join them.

Steve held his latte and Tony's double espresso and looked around for his boyfriend. He saw him at the other end of the cafe, alone and standing in front of the colorful wall. Steve made his way there, not recalling such colorful wall being in the cafe. Soon, it all made sense. He joined Tony and smiled at the black wall with photos all cats that had ever been adopted from Meow Cafe, in their forever homes, each photo signed by the owner in a colorful marker. Cow, Ariel, Tsuki, Crazeh… They were all there, including some cats Steve didn't have an occasion to meet. There were also current cats's photos on the wall, ready for adoption and looking for their humans. Steve remembered Meow Cafe guests crowding in this spot earlier, but didn't know why. It was a great memento and a tribute.

"That's incredible," Steve smiled, looking at Tony with love. "You helped all those cats, you know that? You helped them find a home," he said and he couldn't possibly love Tony anymore.

"I had some help," Tony answered and turned to Steve, smiling and a bit teary eyed. Thinking about his former pupils, always made him emotional. The mood changed drastically when he noticed what Steve was holding. "Is that a latte?!" he gasped out in horror, looking at the cup.

"Um… Yeah, but don't worry, it is for me, I have an espresso for you---"

"You have been drinking lattes the whole evening?!"

"Yes?"

"The hell--- BRUCE!!" Tony called, leaning out from behind Steve and looking at his group of friends, "you have been serving Steve lattes?! Regular or soy milk?! REGULAR OR SOY?!"

Bruce didn't answer. The way he curled between Natasha and Clint was an answer in itself. Hey, it was a busy night. He forgot. Bucky tsked and shook his head. It wasn't a secret that Steve was lactose intolerant, yet, sometimes it seemed that Steve was the one who forgot most often.

"Oh God," Tony whined, hiding face in his hands and after a while glaring at Steve through his fingers. "You are so not sleeping in my bed tonight!"

Steve couldn't help it. Tony looked so indignant and mad, he had to put the coffee on the nearby table, as he started to shake with silent laughter and it was hard to keep the cups steadily in his hands.

"I am serious!" Tony shrilled, pointing an accusing finger at Steve and not understanding what was so amusing about this situation, "last time you had milk, Fig was terrified! It was like an all-night artillery shooting!"

Steve did the only thing he could in this situation. He hugged wriggling Tony close and kept laughing until his hotheaded boyfriend ended his tantrum.

***

It was a week after the opening of the Meow Cafe and everything was going smoothly. Bucky got the job, and happily served coffee and took care of the cats, under Janet's watchful eye, whose enthusiasm and passion earned her the main barista title, that previously belonged to Tony. Sam finally introduced his parents to Bucky, inviting them to the Meow Cafe one evening. Bruce, Natasha and Clint could be seen more often together, becoming more open about their relationship. Even Rhodey finally bought an apartment in New York and could regularly meet with Pepper and Tony, without taking their friends' couch for the night. But most importantly, new cats were bonding with new people and had chances to find their forever homes. Soon, Meow Cafe had the first adoption and it was Peter, the guy T'Challa brought for the opening, who was the first one to adopt a cat and Cajetan found his forever home. And Tony and Steve kept working and being in a relationship and loved each other and possibly couldn't be happier.

Everything was just fine.

Just. Fine.

Fine.

Fine?

It was wrong.

Something was horribly, horribly wrong.

"Ah… Ah!! Hah!!"

"Meow!!"

"Tony…"

"Nghhh… No, don't--- AH!"

"MEOW!!"

It was wrong, wrong, wrong. His human was crying and it sounded like if he was in pain and he didn't know why. He needed to help him. Figaro started to frantically scratch on the locked door, needing to get inside. He needed to protect his friend.

"HAH! Ah ah ah!!"

"MEEEOOOW!!!"

"Tony!!"

"Yghhhh OKAY FINE!"

The door suddenly opened, and before Figaro could slide inside and attack with sharp claws whoever was hurting his friend, he was hoisted up and carried away, pressed to bare, human skin. Figaro blinked at that and saw the room moving and instead of being in the corridor, he suddenly found himself in the bathroom.

"Fiiiiig," Tony whined, locking the door and putting the cat down. Figaro immediately brushed around his human's legs, relieved to see that he was fine, although the lack of clothing and raised body temperature was a bit alarming.

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too, but Fig!" Tony snapped his fingers and crouched down to get to a more or less the same eye level as his cat, "focus now! Remember the talk we had?"

Figaro sat his fluffy butt down, looking at his human. They had many talks. He should be more specific. Humans were so unreasonable sometimes.

"The first one?" Tony emphasized. "The very first one? Come on, I know you can remember."

The first one…

Ooohh…

Figaro remembered. It was a long time ago. A very long time ago, when his hind paw was hurting and everything, including his human, seemed a lot bigger and scarier.

"We are here! This is where you live now!"

He looked around, seeing an unknown, big place. It was big, but also warm. He liked warm.

"This is where you will eat. Here I will put a litter box for you. And here is where we will sleep!"

His bright eyes followed, trying to take everything in. It seemed like a lot, but he would handle it.

"Oh, but first thing first…"

The human sat down and kept him on his lap. It was warm and soft, and he suddenly felt very sleepy.

"Listen," the human said, and stroked a single finger along his head and he closed his eyes in content. That felt nice. "I promise to keep you healthy, well fed and safe, and when the time comes, I will help you move on as quickly and painlessly as possible," the human said, sounding serious and he opened his eyes, feeling that it was an important moment, "in return, you will do your stuff into the litter box, won't wake me up at nights and allow me to get laid when I bring someone home, okay?"

A tiny meow. Not quite an agreement, as he didn't understand most of the words, but it seemed important to his human.

"Okay," human smiled, and scratched behind his ears. Nice. "You need a name…" human said, looking at him with a thoughtful face. "Can't think without music. Gimme a sec," human continued and slid the kitten gently off his lap, walking away. He didn't move away, when some loud noise filled the apartment and he curled in himself, eyes widening up in fear.

"Ooops, sorry!" human amended, making the noise quieter. It was a sound he never heard before. It was like screaming, but there was some pattern to it.

"You okay, buddy?" human asked sympathetically and sat back on the couch, taking him back in his lap. He continued to curl, alerted by the sound. Somehow it reminded him of his time outside, but it was different. He was safe now.

"My mom used to listen to this all the time," human said, closing his eyes and stroking a gentle hand along his back, remembering. It had to be a fond memory and he felt the happy vibes the person was giving.

"Meow," he said quietly, reminding of his presence.

"Hm? You like it too?" that's not exactly what the meow stand for, but he would train the human with time to better understand him. "Okay, so… How about Figaro? Do you like it as a name?"

"Meow!"

The human smiled and he felt he made something good happen. "Then it is settled. This will be your new name. Figaro!" 

During the years, Figaro tried to keep most of the promises. Yet, he felt scolded and lowered his beautiful head in shame.

"I knew you can remember."

Hmm, so get laid mean mating. A cat learns something new every day. He interrupted his humans mating. At least he knew it wasn't pain and could calm down.

"Okay, we will do it like this," Tony decided and Figaro saw bare feet walking away. Tony opened the closet under the sink where he kept the clean towels and put some out, for Figaro to squeeze in if he would decide to, and poured some water into the sink, in case if the cat got thirsty. Not the best conditions, but it would do for a while and he saw Figaro licking off droplets of water from the sink numerous times already, so it shouldn't be that bad.

"I will let you out soon, okay?" Tony said, petting his cat's head and walking to the door. Figaro closed his eyes, giving his human a permission to leave. Quietly, Tony slid out and closed the door. Figaro looked around the spacious bathroom and decided to nap for the time being. He walked to the closet and threw out with his paw some more of the towels and squeezed inside, curling into a little ball in the tight space. Purrfect.

***

It was so warm and nice. He was cuddled into a warm person and there was a hand scrubbing his head. He was practically melting.

Tony purred playfully at the morning affection, letting the other man know, that he was slowly wakening up. The scrubbing stopped for a moment and then continued with tender care.

"Good morning," Steve whispered, pressing lips to brunet's curly hair.

"Morning," Tony answered, stretching his legs and sinking back into Steve, not bothering to open his eyes. It was just too sweet to move and he could still feel the afterglow from the long, hot night they had.

"I have to get up," Steve said, moving his fingers to stroke along Tony's nape.

"No, you don't," Tony argued, not keen on letting his personal heater go.

"Yes, I do," Steve argued back and smiled, gently moving away and pressing kisses into Tony's face and tickling his ribs and sides gently when the stubborn brunet still didn't want to let go. Giggling and breathless, Tony dropped back into the bed and stayed entangled in the covers, smiling sweet and in love, getting the same smile back from the blond.

"I will get some lunch for us on way back," Steve promised, leaning down and kissing his boyfriend. Never enough of kisses. "And you can stay in bed and cuddle with Figaro now."

Tony scrunched his nose. Seeing that Steve mentioned him… Why their cat wasn't in bed with them? Figaro should be already between them and taking up space, instead they had a nice morning and woke up cuddled to each other---

Oh, son of a---

Steve almost fell off the bed, alarmed by the loud wheeze and the way Tony rushed out, bare feet running on the wooden floor. He heard him stopping in the corridor and opening the door loudly, almost ripping it out of the hinges.

"FIGARO!!" Tony called in real panic, as if spending half of the night in a closed bathroom, would scar his cat horribly. Figaro calmly peaked out his head from among the towels, happily sleeping in warmth and peace. Humans had to be always so loud.

"FIG, I AM SO SORRY!" Tony scrambled to his cat and took him out from among the towels and hugged close to his chest, cradling him in his arms. "MY POOR BABY!"

"Is Fig okay?!" Steve called from the bedroom, feeling alarmed by the cries, but also knowing that Tony could be overdramatic sometimes.

"NO THANKS TO YOU!" Tony yelled, deeply offended. "YOU MADE ME LOCK MY BABY AWAAAY!"

Steve raised his eyes to the ceiling. Drama, drama, drama. He would have to buy a package of bacon and a box of donuts on his way home to placate both Figaro and Tony.

So, this was what his life became…

He wouldn't trade it for the world.

And with that thought he went to the kitchen to prepare a breakfast for all of them, smiling on his way.

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Happy Halloween Shiro

Anon: Halloween prompt: Deaged fic. Keith 6, Lance and Hunk 5 and Pidge 3. Space Dad Shiro. Trick'or'Treating. You can choose the setting and the costumes.

A/N: This turned into a very long drabble and I am not sorry at all.

Shiro took a huge breath. The kids were finally in their costumes, playing around with each other and admiring their new identities. He took a long drink of orange juice (“This is Shiro’s orange juice, Hunk. It’s got special adult drinks in it, you can’t have any”) and managed a smile at his parade of little ones.

Keith was the oldest and most compliant. He let himself be wrapped in a ninja costume, and was now waving around a foam dagger, pretending to hide in the shadows. “You can’t see me, I’m invisible!” He claimed every time someone tried to talk to him.

Lance was next, and a bit more squirmy than Keith, but patient all the same. He’d decided long ago that he wanted to be a cat, and tried to make his own ears and tail. When that ended in tears and a mess of glue and black paint, Shiro took him to the store and had him settle on a generic kitty costume. He pretended to hate it, but Shiro could tell by the way he meowed and pounced around that he really did love it.

After a long decision-making process, Hunk finally settled on being a classic witch, big-brimmed hat and all.

“But I’m a nice witch. Not like the one that hurt Hansel and Gretel. I have a house like that, but I don’t bake people.” He insisted to everyone who noticed or asked about his costume. Shiro was very proud of him.

Pidge didn’t see to care about her costume at all, much less what she was. After Lance nearly demanding that she bit a kitty like him, she put her little toddler foot down and simply shouted “Bones!” That’s how she and Shiro ended up being matching skeletons, or at least just the heads of them.

“Alright,” Shiro sighed, looking at his handiwork, “We’re gonna take a group picture and head out before it starts getting dark, okay?”

But of course, that was another project in and of itself, and Shiro settled on taking individual pictures and hoping that someone would catch them all together later. It was too much effort, and he wanted to get his little ones to bed at a reasonable hour.

He’d planned out a course for them to take - up and down two streets, potentially a third if Pidge wasn’t exhausted yet. With the path in mind, Shiro packed a bag of water and healthy snacks, and let them loose. Lance booked it out first, running far past the zone where Shiro wanted him to be. Hunk and Keith followed, and the three boys ran, not even stopping at the first house. They were just that excited. It was going to be a very long night for Shiro.

In the end, Lance’s kitty tail had fallen off. Keith removed his ninja mask, and Pidge was sleeping soundly against Shiro’s shoulder. Hunk was the only one with the sheer endurance to keep his costume on and continue running. It was impressive to all parties involved.

The five came up to the last house, the one right next to theirs in the perfect loop Shiro had planned for them. Hunk happily knocked on the door while the others stumbled up, looking very ready to tuck into bed and dream of all the candy they’d gotten.

“I’m tired, Shirooooo...” Lance yawned, dragging his feet and looking up at his guardian. Shiro smiled and ruffled his hair.

“Last house, promise. I think you’ll like this one.” Poor kids don’t even know where they are.

After a moment of waiting, the door opened and Hunk lead the chorus of “Trick or treat!” Then the realization hit, and the three perked up with more energy.

“Miss Allura!”

In the doorway stood their neighbor Allura, with her silvery hair and sparkling eyes. It seemed that she’d half-assed a costume just like Shiro, painting a third eye onto her forehead and calling it a night. She smiled at the troop of trick or treaters and brought out a large bowl of full-sized candy bars.

“Happy Halloween!”

The three boys were immediately rifling through it, trying to find their favorites as the adults talked for a bit.

“You did a good job with them this year, Shiro.” Allura said, smiling at the unconscious Pidge on his shoulder.

“They were good to me, not much fussing around. Lance was a bit upset that his costume wasn’t homemade, but he likes this one anyway.” he chuckled.

“Typical Lance. Here,” she pulled out two candy bars, “Pidge shouldn’t miss out just because she was tired. And you shouldn’t miss out just because you’re an adult.”

Shiro’s cheeks reddened a bit. Allura was always there looking out for him, whether it was emergency babysitting or little acts of kindness like this. “Thank you, Allura. Maybe I’ll be able to hide this from Keith somewhere.”

The two laughed and Allura dropped the bars into Pidge’s candy bag, just in time for Lance to stumble over and lean against Shiro’s leg.

“Can we go home now?”

Shiro adjusted Pidge and nodded. “Yeah, we can buddy. You guys can count your candy tomorrow. Let’s g- Keith!”

The ninja turned fast, eyes wide and frozen in the position of shoving multiple candy bars in his bag and his pockets. He had the face of sheer guilt. “Sorry Miss Allura...”

“You can keep them, Keith. I was just thinking about closing for the night.” She took the bowl away from them, just in case. Shiro sighed and started to collect the children.

“You realize you’ve committed me to a night of stomach aches and throwing up?”

“You did that to yourself the moment you let them outside the door.” Allura smiled and leaned close, giving Shiro a little peck on the cheek. “Happy Halloween, Shiro.”

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