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welcometoyournewhell · 6 years ago

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Comparisons

I was gonna make a comic (not with tickling) of Sven and Romelle and Shiro and Adam but then I was like “Wow! I can’t draw!” so it’s on hold (???) and then I was going to draw this but yeeeeahhhh.... so enjoy!

Adashi/Shadam and Somelle(?) Sven x Romelle tickles!

It all started with a friendly conversation. The alternate reality Voltron group had somehow gotten into a different time line. After a bit of conversating the paladins decided to allow them on board their ship. Everyone was pretty much chatting with their counterpart, for Shiro this was no different. Sven wasn’t really what he was exspecting so to speak. He wasn’t Japanese, he was Scandinavian, his hair was long and black and he was also straight. Apparently in his time line he married princess Romelle, which was a bit of a shock to Shiro. Not to say it wasn’t a shock to Sven to find out Shiro was Japanese, had a bionic arm, and married a man.

It didn’t really bother them as much as it bothered their spouses, well more so Adam. After finding out Sven married Romelle he had become a bit protective over Shiro and possessive whenever their Romelle was near. Apparently in their time line Romelle and Allura were cousins, which was a bit odd that they weren’t in this one. Shiro would try to calm him down every time Romelle was near as he would glare and death grip him. After a while he simmered down and began to just chat with the alternate Romelle. The two found them selves comparing their husbands’. Romelle had deemed this Shiro to be more of the father;y type. He was protective over the paladins, his honor wasn’t an over all thing to preserve, and even if he screwed up he bounced back from it.

Where as Adam gathered that the other “Shiro” wasn’t really like his Shiro. His honor played a strong role in his attitude towards things, he wasn’t the leader of their voltron ( Apparently he was the blue paladin... odd), and he wasn’t as protective over his teammates as Shiro was. This could also due with the fact he was around the same age as them all, compared to his space dad of a husband. Adam observed the two chatting before and idea hit him. He glanced over at Romelle. “You know I think their may be one thing they have in common,” he smirked. She looked at him curiously, “What could that be?” Adam leaned in to whisper in her ear. As he spoke a wicked smile apperad on the princess’s face.

A simple conversation. Just a casual conversation. No one would have exspected a thing, until Shiro yelped. “A-Adam,” he gasped. “Sorry to intrude,” Adam smilled as he wrapped his arm around the taller male. Sven replicated the action as Romelle poked his side before she wrapped her arms around he husband. “So what were you two talking about,” they were alone in the training deck. “Just battle tactics,” Shiro replied. “And their new rival,” Sven added in. “Sounds interesting,” Adam nodded to Romelle who nodded back. “What are you two planning,” Sven suddenly asked. Now that the other male mentioned it Shiro did notice the strange behavior.

“Us,” Romelle asked playfuly. “Why we’re not doing anything,” Shiro glanced down at Adam starting to squirm in his grip. “Adam I know that look, don’t,” Sven looked up. “What look,” he asked. “Oh just this one,” Romelle replied squeezing Sven’s sides. Adam quickly followed the action, the room filling with laughter. “R-Romhahahelle,” Sven squeaked. Shiro had about the same level of laughter as he squirmed in Adam’s hold. “Sthahahp! Adhahahm,” Shiro started to sink to the floor in an attempt to escape with out hurting his husband. Sven seeming to copy the action.

“Wow I guess they do have some similarities,” Romelle mussed. “Guess so,” Adam smirked. “W-Whahait, thahaht’s why youhhohour dhohoing thhehehahais,” Shiro asked trying to fight off the assaulting arms. “Yep,” Adam said leaning forward and pressing a kiss onto the retired paladin’s forehead. “Why don’t we see where else they compete,” Romelle challenged. Adam smirked and nodded his head in agreement. “S-Sthahahp,” Sven squealed when Romelle moved up to his under arms. “Eehehahahaha! Adhahaham n-not, not theheheere,” their laughter was still consistent, as were their actions.

Both were trying to squirm free while also trying to hold their attacker out of reflex. “Aw does this tickle? Huh, does it,” Romelle teased. Adam was impressed to see Sven’s face turn pink as he tried to hide his face out of embarrassment.”Not here huh? Aw you want tummy tickles instead,” Shiro’s face burned more as he pulled Adam down hiding his face in the crook of the brunette’s neck. “Wow,” Romelle mussed, “They’re so cute,” She cooed. “Wanna know the best part,” Adam asked managing to move his hands down to Shiro’s stomach despite being pulled into a bear hug. “What,” Romelle asked.

“He loves this, maybe not right now because there’s other people in the room, but he loves being tickled,” Romelle smiled also bringing her hands down to Sven’s tummy to compare the reactions. “Really? So does Sven,” she chirped. Sven managed to finally pull his wife down and re-create Shiro’s bear hug. “Romhahahelle, p-pleahahahase,” Sven begged starting to lose verbal function. “NNnnnnnnmmm ahahahah! S-Sthahahap, Adhahaham,” Shiro was having the same problem. “I don’t think Sven will be able to talk much longer,” Romelle pointed out. “Shiro too,” Adam mused giving the other a bit of a break.

Sven was not as lucky. Romelle moved up to his ribs earning adorable squeals and snorts. Shiro however was panting up a storm while still holding his lover. “Why....did... why,” Shiro couldn’t speak. “You guys really aren’t all that similar,” Adam smiled resting his chin on Shiro’s chest. “I mean apart from the fact neither of you loosen up that much,” Romelle pointed out finally allowing Sven some air. “And that just made me think of the best way to get you to let go,” Romelle picked up after Adam. “So we thought we’d see how ticklish you two were comparably,” she finished.

“That is not... a worthy reason... to torture us,” Sven declared still trying to catch his breath. “Well that may be true but I’m still mad at someone for ruining my book this morning so,” Adam glared at Shiro. “I said I was sorry, I’ll get you a new one,” he groaned covering his face with his floating arm. “So why did I have to face the same punishment,” Sven asked glaring at Adam then at Romelle. “We already answered that, comparison,” she laughed. Shiro happened to peak out from under his arm at the right time before catching Sven’s smirk.

“You know we don’t have an alternate version of you Adam, well I mean we probably do but I’ve not met him,” Adam was now hovering above Shiro, a look of confusion on his face. Shiro seemed to catch on and slowly started to move his arms off his face. “I wonder if maybe... you and Romelle might be as ticklish,” with out time to react, Adam yellped when Shiro quickly turned the tables. He had Adam pinned by one of his wrists while his floating arm was hovering over the brunette’s ear.

Romelle was in a similar situation as Sven had both her arms pinned over her head with ease. Using his free hand he began to stroke behind her ear, which for some reason wasn’t pointy... like at all. She giggled and squirmed in her hold begging for her husband to stop. Adam glared at Shiro before he was given a kiss on the forehead. “Like I said, I’ll buy you a new book at the space mall,” with that he let his floating hand roam free and exploit Adam’s worst sports.

Starting with his ears, Adam was sent into hiccupy hysterics and snorts. It wasn’t his “kill zone” exactlly but it was a runner up. Sven looked up an laughed. “Well it would seem these two aren’t that similar,” he concluded. Shiro smirked before letting his neck move to Adam’s neck. “Well we just started, it may change,” he smirked at Sven who shared the look. He also brought his hands down to his spouse's neck. Romelle just smiled trying to move away from the sensation.

Giving Adam a break Shiro pondered a moment. “Let’s see, ears, neck, feet and toes, back of the knees,” Sven followed his actions. Stopping he looked over his wife’s panting form. “Feet and toes yea, not so much her knees,” Adam wanted to smack himself in the forehead or punch Shiro in the arm. Were they seriously having a conversation, like an actually casual conversation, of where him and Romelle were most ticklish? “More of her sides and stomach,” Shiro nodded before pondering.

“Well I mean we could compare how loud they laugh when,” he moved his eyes towards the other side of him. Sven followed and caught on. Smiling he followed the plan. Trapping Romelle’s feet in a head lock he gently started to stroke up and down her soles. She imediently started giggling and trying to pull back.”Takashi Shirogane, don’t you-- Ha,” Adam quickly covered his mouth as Shiro started the same process. “Aw come on honey, you let me hear that laugh,” with that he began to pick up speed. Adam screamed in laughter as Shiro was really racing his fingers up and down the other’s soles. “Wow,” Sven mused stopping to watch.

“Don’t eve--,” Romelle was cut off when Sven imitated the action. Both were squealing and shaking their heads. However, Shiro didn’t notice his foot resting near Adam’s hip. Frankly neither did Adam before he started thrashing and hit it. Looking down he decided to quickly take action. Sitting up he grabbed Shiro’s ankle and visioucly ran his finger’s over his sole. Shiro being the more ticklish one scremaed, covering his mouth he let go of Adam and just stared. “Panting Adam pulled his feet back before pushing Shiro onto the metal floor.

Shiro’s eyes were wide as an evil grin grew on Adam’s face. “Any last words Takashi,” Adam was pulling his foot up twoards his chest, fingers ready. “I love you,” Shiro whimpered. “Good last words,” Adam said before gently skittering his fingers on Shiro’s socked foot. Shiro let out a laugh behind his mouth shield. “EHahhaahahaha, haha A-Adhahaham! Errahahahahaaaahahaha,” he let the laughter take over as he started to squirm around. Sven stopped his attack on Romelle once again to watch the lovers in front of him.

Shiro pulled Adam back out of instinct, causing him to release his foot, however Adan wasn’t done. He grabbed onto Shiro’s thighs casuing the other to fall back with him. They were in an awkward pose. Shiro on his back with his legs coming up between Adam’s, Adam’s legs wrapping around Shiro’s. He continued to dig his finger’s into the firm flesh causing Shiro to buck and squeal and try to plead. “N-No MHOHOHre,” he finally got out. Adam stopped and slowly lowered his husband’s legs the best he could.

“Okay, I’m done,” he said curling into Shiro’s hold. It was as if they forgot that their was two other people in the room. “Wow I guess they are really similar,” Romelle suddenly reminded Adam they weren’t alone. He jumped before looking over his shoulder. She was leaning against Sven catching her breath. He smiled, “Guess not,” with that he leaned back against Shiro for some much needed after care.

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whimsicalworldofme · 7 years ago

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You Swept Me Away

Poe steals Ava away for some much needed rest and relaxation.

Word Count: 2667

Content Warnings: None. It’s just lots and lots of fluffy cuteness.

Ava turned over the little holo device in the palm of her hand as she and Poe headed out of the medbay hand in hand. On that little device was a projection of their twins, looking more like babies than blobs now. They’d found out the sexes but agreed not to tell anyone, deciding they wanted to wait until they were born. Still, Ava couldn’t stop beaming and Poe had what seemed like a permanent grin on his lips, radiant light brightening his face as he glanced over at her. He laughed in excitement and pulled Ava closer to his side, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“We need to get serious about names now you know,” she said.

“There’s still time yet,” Poe shrugged it off. “I’m just too excited to think about anything serious right now.”

“Well we can’t call them one and two,” Ava countered, glancing at the little device again. That’s how the babies were labeled on the sonogram. Because she had been so stressed about taking care of Luke and getting him back to full health, helping him adjust to his bionic arm, and so on, they’d pushed back finding out the babies’ sexes. “Twenty more weeks to go,” she sighed, putting a hand on her stomach. “I’m already huge.”

“You’re adorable though,” he kissed her temple.

“Flatterer,” she blushed bright pink. She had heard of women doubting their husbands while they were pregnant, thinking that they were completely unattractive. She never had that worry with Poe. He looked at her like the light of the stars shone out of every inch of her. He talked about her like she was some life bringing goddess.

All in all, life was good. Luke had gotten the hang of his bionic and had been true to his word about simply enjoying life as a kid. Ava and Rey’s Jedi apprentices were almost ready to be turned loose on missions for the Resistance. In fact, they’d started going on little missions here and there already. The new X-Wings were set to be delivered in a few weeks. But best of all, the First Order was falling into disarray all on their own. No one knew what was going on, but reports were coming in that things continued to turn inward on themselves. High ranking officials were either walking away or going missing. Lots of people suspected General Hux of getting rid of anyone who might try to kill him and take his place. Whatever it was, Ava felt glad for it, because it meant fewer missions taking the people she loved into danger. It meant fewer instances of Poe having to break the worst news possible to loved ones still on base, having to tell them that their spouse, sibling, child, whoever, wasn’t coming home again. They could live and live well for the time being.

“Aren’t we going home?” Ava broke from her thoughts when she realized they’d taken a turn in the opposite direction from their quarters. A few people crossed their path and waved hello and Poe nodded and waved back while Ava just smiled kindly. “Poe, I’m so tired. I just want to get off my feet.”

“We have to make a quick stop at the hangar. I’m sorry,” he didn’t sound that sorry though. He sounded like he was up to something.

“What have you done?” She asked and watching him bite his lip, little joy lines radiating from the corners of his eyes. “Poe…”

“Just trust me,” he wouldn’t say anything else.

Ava feigned indignation and irritation, but he saw right through her, laughing merrily as he guided her along. She expected some sort of massive surprise party for the babies in the hangar and even braced herself for a bunch of people to pop out and yell surprise when they walked in the door. But no one shouted, there was no sign of a party, just a few pilots doing some work on their X-wings.

“Well now I’m just confused,” she stated.

Poe made no reply as he dropped his arm from around her waist and took her hand again, leading her up the gangway of the small ship that she had used for gathering her students. She sat down in the copilot’s seat and watched in silence as he went through all the necessary pre-flight checks. They rolled out of their spot in the hangar and out onto the launch pad. Ava liked watching the thrill Poe got when he was flying. This was his element, where he was free. He couldn’t have fun in this old hunk of a ship like he would in an X-Wing but just being up in the sky brought a vibrancy to him that never came for him while doing anything else. She felt a pang of guilt that he felt compelled to stop flying on missions because of her and the kids but it had been his decision. She had insisted that if he wanted to keep flying he should. They weren’t off the ground long, only about twenty minutes filled with silence and glancing smiles from him.

They landed on a stretch of open, grassy plain on a cliff overlooking one of the planet’s oceans. From the ship, Ava could see a large tent, more of a yurt really, had been set up there. Someone had started a fire in a pit just outside the yurt and there were solar powered twinkling lights, flower petals leading to the canvas door, and cushions around the firepit. Ava gaped at the extent of the setup from inside the cockpit, realizing that Poe must have been planning this for quite some time. When she finally pried her eyes away from it, she saw him watching her, teeth tugging on his bottom lip, waiting for her reaction, silently hoping she liked it.

“This is just for us?”

He nodded, clicking off switches and toggles.

“What about Luke?”

“Rey and Finn are staying at our quarters to help him out.”

“Oh, he can’t have been happy about that,” Ava mused. “He’s so desperate to prove he’s not a little kid.”

“He was ok,” Poe assured her. “I knew you wouldn’t want him alone for three days.”

“No,” she shook her head. “Definitely not.”

Poe got the ship fully powered down and popped up, bouncing with anticipation. He helped her up from her seat and pulled her eagerly down the gangway, their feet clanging on the metal before hitting the soft soil and grass. Ava took a deep breath, smelling the salty air and remembering all sorts of pleasant things from her past. Those memories while sweet, had been with Ben and were tainted with sorrow. But she never stopped loving the sea, the smell of it wafting on the breeze, the sound of waves crashing on the shore. The idea that she could make new memories here with Poe, that they’d be making them as a married couple made her happy.

“I forgot to grab the bag,” Poe halted on the edge of the campsite. “I’ll be right back.”

I knew there was something you were hiding from me.

Ava’s mood soured, and she scowled at the sound of the unwelcome voice. She’d been talking to Ben every now and then lately. It was strange. They had an unspoken agreement that he didn’t try to convince her to join him and she didn’t try to turn him back to the light. They talked about Luke and how he was adjusting to the arm. She told him about cooking. He occasionally opened up about how he missed his mother, how he regretted that he never got to say goodbye. They talked about their childhood adventures, carefully steering clear of the topic of Poe. She tried to avoid anything that would set him off in a fury.

Now is not the time Ben.

Apparently never was the time to tell me you’d married him.

Goodbye, Ben.

“That’s not a good face,” Poe frowned when he came back, a duffel slung over his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Is it the babies?” He placed a gentle hand on her stomach and Ava melted, seeing the love and concern in those doe eyes.

“Just an unwanted visitor,” she tapped a finger to her temple and Poe’s jaw set sternly when he understood who she meant. It didn’t last though, and he was soon smirking.

“Well you can tell him,” he moved his hand to run it through her hair, drawing her in closer to him and placing a tender kiss to her lips, “that he can kriff off.”

Ava giggled into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him again. Poe guided her effortlessly into the tent without taking his eyes, hands or lips off of her.

~ ~ ~

The fire crackled and popped sending flurries of sparks dancing into the night sky. Ava hadn’t felt that at peace in so long, lying there with Poe’s arm around her, both of them staring up at the stars, Poe trying to get his bearing and pointing out familiar constellations and planets. They used to do this when they were younger, talking about all the places they were going to go and the big things they were going to do. It left her feeling a little wistful.

“I’ve missed doing this,” she sighed contently, nuzzling closer to him. “It’s like we’re kids again. Before everything got complicated. And obviously there are some definitive perks to being older,” she turned her head to look at him and saw he was grinning like an idiot. His hair was still tousled from the romp they’d had in the tent before coming out to enjoy the cool air and eat their dinner by the fire.

“Do you know what today is?” Poe asked, turning his face to hers, their noses almost brushing. Ava blinked, confused. She hadn’t realized that it was a day with any special significance to their relationship. A flash of panic raced through her. But Poe didn’t seem bothered that she didn’t know. He rolled onto his side and draped an arm over her waist. “Twenty-four years ago, a girl who usually kept to herself, who everyone thought was odd and quiet, brought me cookies and tried to cheer me up on one of the worst days of my life.”

“Oh,” Ava hadn’t realized. It wasn’t a day that she kept track of, mostly because she had thought it would only make him upset, since it was the day his mother was buried. “I didn’t know you’d remember that so fondly.”

“I knew that day that you were going to be an important part of my life,” he brushed some stray locks of hair away from face and tucked them behind her ear. “I didn’t think this would be the end result. I’m glad it is though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he beamed. “I still don’t know how I got so lucky, but I won’t tempt fate by asking why.”

“Because you ask why,” Ava replied. “You could’ve had your choice of any of the girls on base, you know.”

“Oh, I know,” Poe joked, snickering. “I’m a total heartthrob. The curls alone are enough to lure them in by the dozens.”

“And yet,” she laughed, “you decided to spend all of your twenties chasing after me and raising a baby that wasn’t yours. Which really was very foolish of you,” she teased.

“Yeah, well, I got looks, not wisdom. Just ask Leia,” he carried on. “You can only have one, you know.”

“Mmm,” she nodded, broke into a laugh and gave him a soft kiss. “But really, you saw me at my worst and you didn’t run away. I pushed you away, told you to find an easier life, you kept coming back. You make me laugh. You make me feel safe. You will dance with me around the kitchen at three in the morning when you find me raiding the fridge for snacks because these children of yours are constantly starving,” she giggled and watched Poe’s eyes scrunch up as he let out a hearty belly laugh. “You’re my home, my family,” she sighed. “I know you don’t like me talking about him-”

Poe squinted, slightly, knowing she was about to mention Ben, which seemed like the worst thing to do in that moment.

“But,” she needed to get it out there, “when we were younger, when I was with Ben, all he could ever think about was how he had won, how I had chosen him and not you, how I was the one thing you wanted that he got.”

“How did he know?” Poe balked.

“You weren’t very good at hiding your disappointment,” Ava stroked her fingertips along the shorter hair at his temples, now completely gone grey. “We both knew.”

“Thanks for not mentioning it then,” he grew serious, a little embarrassed.

“But when I finally let you in, after everything I’d been through, all you could ever talk about was how you couldn’t believe I’d picked you. You still act like you can’t believe it.”

“That’s because I can’t,” Poe smiled. “You’re sure you want to be married to me?”

“Yes,” she laughed. “I’m sure.”

“And you’re really gonna stick with me when we’re old and my hair is completely grey and we’re all wrinkled and sagging?”

“Even when we’re grey and wrinkled and sagging,” Ava nodded.

Poe heaved a heavy, dramatic sigh, “It’s only fair that I warn you then…”

“Warn me of what?” She fought back another giggle.

“If we make it to old and grey, I plan on completely abusing my age,” he licked his lips before going for that trademark lip biting smirk that Ava loved so much. “I mean, I’m going to be completely obnoxious and belligerent and no one can tell me off because I’m old.”

“Oh yeah?” Ava laughed.

“Yep,” he nodded. “We’re going to be that obnoxious old couple that is just disgustingly handsy in public. I’m going to walk everywhere with my hand inappropriately low on your backside, preferably giving it a good squeeze,” he goosed her making her yelp in surprise.

“Poe!” She couldn’t stop laughing.

“And we’ll have obscenely inappropriate pet names for each other. Like sugar tits and hot lips.”

“Sugar tits?” Ava was nearly shrieking with laughter now.

“That’s you and I’m hot lips. Or maybe hot rod,” he waggled his eyebrow, making it harder for her to breathe through the laughter. “No, hot lips.”

“And if we go somewhere and want people to clear out we’ll just start belligerently hollering about “back in my day” and drive everyone crazy,” even he couldn’t stop laughing at that point and Ava was on the verge of wheezing, tears rolling down her cheeks. “And no one can tell us off because we’ll pull the “I fought in the wars for you” card and they’ll feel too guilty to do anything. And I plan on completely abandoning wearing clothes in the house once I’m, I don’t know, sixty? We’ll keep visitors away by answering the door completely in the nude.”

“Oh maker,” Ava covered her eyes with a hand and struggled to regain her breath, completely failing and laughing so hard she coughed.

“I have put a lot of thought into these plans,” he insisted with mocking seriousness. “So, if you want out, tell me now.”

“No way, hot lips,” she snickered, moving her hand off her face and laying it on his cheek, running her thumb along his cheekbone. “I’m in this for the long haul.”

“Good,” Poe grinned. “I love you,” he got a little more serious, the way that always made Ava’s heart flutter and hear head light. His eyes still danced and sparkled with that vibrant joy that always came so easily to him.

“I love you too,” she kissed him happily and pressed her forehead to his, shutting her eyes and blissfully wishing this moment could last much, much longer.

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luninosity · 8 years ago

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One day late, but here’s a short birthday fic for the marvelous @misspaperjoker, who requested “anything with both Bucky(!) and Steve being artists and making life make sense” - hope this is close enough! Have some modern-day AU with married artist boys. <3333

Bucky finally looks up after about twenty minutes. His hair’s coming loose and he’s sweaty and he’s got a mostly-healed burn on one arm, the one that can burn, anyway. He’s beautiful—Steve Rogers has always thought so, when they were young and when Bucky left to join the Army and when he’d thought he’d lost Bucky forever, another missing-in-action name lost to war; and then, oh, and then, finding Bucky again at a black-tie star-studded up-and-coming artist showcase…

Bucky says, grinning, “You admiring the view, Stevie?”

Steve yanks himself out of melancholy pensive love and hope, shifts weight, grumbles, “You like it when I admire you…” Bucky sometimes does and sometimes doesn’t. Bravado versus a real bone-deep uncertainty that he’s ever been worthy of Steve Rogers. That’s not only because of the covert-ops past or the prisoner-of-war brainwashing or any lingering hesitation regarding Steve’s thoughts on that shiny bionic arm. Steve’s done worse and says it’s not Bucky’s fault and only gives a damn about the arm insofar as it makes Bucky happy and aids him with creation. Bucky Barnes’d always thought that way about Steve Rogers: bright and shining. Still does.

Today’s a good day, though; Bucky flips back, smirking, “See anything you want to admire up close?” and stretches. Deliberately.

He honestly is beautiful, Steve thinks again, less a coherent sentence than a freeform billow of joy. Thin white shirt, dancing eyes, faint stubble, shining skin and a trickle of sweat from the heat, laughing lips and rippling muscle in the workshop’s glowing space, all fire and light and metallic gleam—

Bucky’s been working with superheated molten metal all afternoon, twisting and coiling it into those explosive farflung abstractions of freedom, emotion, passion. Bucky’s metalwork sells at auction for more than Steve’s paintings do, though he’s less prolific; rarity’s part of the value.

Some pieces never get put up for sale. Some pieces are only for them. Some pieces scream and weep and pour out heart’s-blood into sleek curves and lines; some pieces sing, built on pure love.

Steve knows all that. True for them both, anyway. Those paintings stay at home too, right next to Bucky’s work.

They make this work. They build art the way they build a life: together.

He says, leaning on the door of Bucky’s workshop, “Thought about painting you like a Greek god, Buck. Hephaistos. With a forge.”

Bucky raises eyebrows, comes over, kisses him: swift and certain, hands on Steve’s face, metal and flesh cupping him and his heart. “Kinda like it. If I get to seduce you with my godly powers.”

“Sweep me off my feet,” Steve says, between kisses. Bucky’s stubble scrapes his cheek; Bucky tends to nuzzle him like a cat. Steve adores this, and gets a hand in his hair, petting; Bucky practically purrs. “Ravish me. Um. Naked vases. Painting. You know what I mean.”

“Technically,” Bucky muses, “vases can’t be naked, you mean the people on them, Stevie, thought you knew that one…”

“I’m trying to get ravished here,” Steve says. “Jerk.”

“You love me,” Bucky says contentedly. “You already made sketches, didn’t you.”

“I love you,” Steve agrees, tugging his husband over to the workbench. It’s not the most comfortable. It’ll hold both their weight. It has before. “Might’ve. You weren’t noticing. How do you feel about being part of a series? On display?”

“On display?” Bucky undoes Steve’s belt. Practiced fingers. Dexterous. They both consider what’s currently being displayed. Bucky gives him that cocked eyebrow again. “Is this a naked series, Stevie? You got paint in your hair, you know. Right there.”

“I know,” Steve says, even though he hadn’t. “It likes being there. Um, shirtless. You and the forge. The naked ones are for us.” Bucky’s knees hit the workbench; he sits down obligingly and lets Steve swing a leg over him: atop his lap. Bucky’s hands find his waist; Bucky’s wedding-ring’s on a chain around his neck, tucked under the thin shirt, for safekeeping while he plays with liquid metal with a fireproof hand. Steve hooks a finger under the chain, pulls it up, pulls Bucky into another kiss; his own ring’s wildly happy, three months old and perfect there, on his finger.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Bucky agrees, and nuzzles at Steve’s throat, leaving a scrape of beard-burn, clearly smiling. In the workshop newly-sculpted shapes cool and settle; scents of metal and paint and fire-warmth and bare hot skin and desire fill the afternoon.

#stucky #my fic #fic for friends #fluff

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