#got asked to go buck wild and i was like god bless

[missusruin]

body-horror space cat; OC drawing commission for @/RealmOfMin on twitter

[epithet-beloved]

scuttles in here with mr. krabs noises. could you possibly do some romantic stuff with dan gansley? i love my unlucky boy very much but there’s literally nothing for him and seeing him in the master list got me so excited.

DAN GANSLEY DATING HEADCANONS

synopsis… headcanons about dating dan gansley!

ft. dan gansley, mera salamin (mentioned), indus tarbella (mentioned)

tags… epithet erased spoilers, relationship study

word count… 822

a/n… seeing this ask in the morning genuinely woke me up grinning and delighted like THIS is the reason we made this blog!! i humbly offer you food – do enjoy!! (i think my excitement is obvious…) ✧ 🦝

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You are God’s strongest soldier.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Dan is a good guy, honestly, but he’s also consistently dangerous to be around for a variety of reasons. (Mostly the horrific luck.  The crime too.)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 I can just imagine him trying to rizz you up and then when he goes to lean on the wall he falls over, and then falls down the stairs that are conveniently there as you watch, dumbfounded.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He fancies himself a smooth-talker, but he is sweating BULLETS anytime he’s confronted with having to have a conversation with you he’s a WRECCKKKKK.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 I imagine he’ll fall for you because you almost seem to cancel out his bad luck.  You remember his keys, help him out when he’s using his abilities, and you wait for him, never straying too far ahead.

You watch as Dan pats his pockets, brow furrowing and moustache moving as he scrunches his face in realisation.  As he’s about to lament loudly for everyone to hear about how he lost his keys, you swoop in like an angel and take his hand, leaving the item in his palm.  He stares at them as you simply walk away, then he looks up at you.  For once, Dan Gansley is shocked into silence.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You’re kind of his blessing in disguise, and everyone can kind of tell his soft spot for you.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Despite this… when he’s actually in the process of falling in love, he’s a bit stuck by a river in Egypt for a hot second.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It probably takes someone like Mera or Indus to mention how obvious the crushing is, or already congratulating him on a relationship that doesn’t exist yet.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Being the easily flustered guy he is, he’d sputter and insist that they’re dead wrong, but the deadpan or blank look he gets in response makes him realise he probably has to think deeper about what you two are.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 UGH, can you imagine his confession??  He probably tries to create this grand gesture of affection for you and it’s all on fire (literally) by the end of it.  He’s convinced he’s ruined it.  And yet you just take his hand???  And return his feelings??????  Dan Gansley could die right now and he’d die the happiest man on the planet.

It’s over.  Well and truly over.  Dan stares on in horror at the display he had prepared for you in flames.  It had been going so well, too well, and it just had to go wrong while you’re standing in front of him. “Ah– d-don’t look!  Listen, I have another thing to show you; something, uh, better!”  He insists, the wild magic already manifesting in his hands.  “I’ll do something, prove I’m worthy of your…” He trails off when your hand takes his, and the magic vanishes into the air as you meet.  Dan glances up at you questioningly before noticing the amusement shining in your eyes and the gentle smile you give him. He understands, and he returns with a lopsided grin of his own.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 That post like “if i had a lame ass boyfriend i would hype him so much”???  Yeah that’s the dynamic.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Omgggg you’re like those parents who are so affectionate with one another it makes the children (Mera) groan loudly and crave death.

“Mera, if you do not take care of the paperwork, Dan Gansley over here, ah, is gonna hit on his beautiful partner in front of you for all to see—” ”OH GOD NO FINE I'M DOING IT I’M DOING IT.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 (Credit to 🦇 for that one.)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You are the richest person in the world, if you count your Gansley bucks.  (However, this dumbass does expect payment with them for kisses.)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Talks big and hits on you, but shoot right back with flirtation of your own and he’s down for the count god rest his soul.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You’re introduced with your surname being Gansley at least once.  At LEAST.  He can be so confident at the most inconsistent moments.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 When people ask about your relationship he likes to weave tales about how he’s your daring hero and you depend on him and his power.  Please butt in with the truth and you’ll bear witness to this man beet red in the face.

“Ahhh, you should’ve been there!”  Dan laughs, as if remembering a fond memory.  “There was a pit, right in the middle of the railroad, and though I was at my wit’s end, I saved my dearest with a—” “Hold on.  Weren’t you half-covered in gold for that entire chase?”  You, passing by, interrupt.  Dan pauses, and drops his head down as the other begins to laugh while you tell the real story.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He’s slightly afraid of endangering your life, what with his bad luck.  He’d hate to lose you.  Where would he be without his angel?!  (Which, actually, became his favourite nickname for you.)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Ugh I wrote so much for this i love him too much.  Live laugh love Dander Fun Gansley. 

[topazadine]

The Eirenic Verses but make it Southern

"Black Velvet" came on the radio while I was driving and I was immediately hit with the intense, all-consuming urge to turn all the Eirenic Verses main cast into Southerners

Cerie Korviridi: Swamp Cryptid

She's that mildly intimidating woman who scuttles into the gas station at 5 am, purchasing a whole carton of Eagle 20s and five Monster energy drinks. Why is she up so early? No one knows. May not have slept all night.

Cerie's got some book or somethin coming up, but no one's read a damn thing of hers; she's too weird. Rants about strange things, and many people are pretty sure she's a witch. Certainly haven't seen her at church come Sunday, and by now, everyone's a little afraid to ask why not.

Talks shit and gets hit but comes back for more anyway. Reminds everyone that Uileac is the undisputed mounted shooting champ in these here parts and that her brother-in-law has a sawed-off shotgun he's not afraid to use.

(Everyone in town knows that Orrinir would not use said sawed-off shotgun except for hunting or self-defense. Uileac? Well, that's a different story.)

May or may not have driven her ATV through protected wetlands going muddin' with a shrieking Haniya. Feeds all the local raccoons no matter how many times everyone tells her not to.

Uileac Korviridi: Horse-Crazy Mounted Shooter

A handsome stud on a gorgeous horse who can do tricks no one could even fathom. Facing backward in a gallop, hitting all the shots? No problem. Hell, he'll even do it after a few beers and still not miss.

The local girls swoon over his pretty-boy looks and his luscious Southern twang, but he's only got eyes for his husband. And given how terrifyingly accurate he is with a pistol, not even the most homophobic bible thumper would dare say a word to him.

Uileac is masterful with the "bless your heart" passive aggression. He'll insult you right to your face with a smile, and it's not until you walk away five minutes later that you realize he just called you a cunt.

When his sister starts shit, he's the one that has to finish it on her behalf. It's an honor thing, after all. Don't be surprised if you get a knock on the door and open it to find the barrel of a gun in your face, with Uileac calmly asking why you insulted Cerie.

Orrinir Relickim: Good Ol Boy With a Heart of Gold

Orrinir Relickim appears to be a Southern stereotype. The guy's got the flannel, the "Fish Fear Me" ball cap, the Dale Earnhardt shirt, the faded jeans and the scuffed-up leather boots.

He's big and muscular, looks like he could throw a six-point buck right over his shoulders and carry it halfway up a mountain. Drives a beat-up old truck with a shotgun in the cab and a tacklebox in the bed.

But before you assume everyone who looks like him is some rampant homophobe, just listen to Orrinir talk in his thick Southern drawl.

When you hear the words "the biggest catch," you are in fact hearing him rhapsodize about his husband, not the walleye he picked up at the lake last weekend. He feels awkward going to the big-city Pride parades, but that's more because he's a country boy who feels a bit bashful around the city slickers.

Orrinir will suck it up though, because Uileac is riding his horse in the parade, and there's nothing more important to him than backing his #1.

Haniya Aina: Southern Belle With a Bite

Haniya is the epitome of the stunning debutante. Screams if she breaks a nail, and her home is done up like something out of Gone With the Wind (without the racism, thank god).

You think you'll see her shopping at Winn-Dixie? Hah! She'd never be caught dead in the place. Actually, Haniya has no fucking clue where her groceries come from. That's someone else's job.

How in the hell did Miss Priss end up with a swamp cryptid for a wife? Well, it's simple. Cerie lets her indulge her wild side.

She's prissily fixing her makeup in a hand mirror while yawning at the Kentucky Derby, making her appearances to keep up the mirage of Demure Southern Darling. In reality, she's counting down the minutes until Orrinir shows up in his piece of shit truck.

As soon as she can, she wiggles into the bathroom and changes into a Budweiser t-shirt with cutoff shorts, sprinting into the parking lot. There, she hops into the bed of the truck with Cerie, and the four roar off, going to fuck up some backwoods trails in their 4x4s.

Just don't make her dress a deer. Icky! Her hands will get dirty!

[gubler-me-up]

Easy Riders

Request: teasing spencer while you at are in the suv together. yall are heading to the hotel for the night and you decide to tease. so he pulls over into an abandoned parking lot and tells you to get in the back seat. he lets you ride him, but he is still in charge (i love dom spencer. 🥵🥵)

A/N: Thanks for the prompt, anon! This was my last smut of like four back-to-back smut requests, so I think I’m a pro at writing these now LOL jk but dom Spencer is *chefs kiss* Hope you enjoy the ride! (another pun imma stop y’all i promise)

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content warning: Swearing, slight handjob, penetrative sex, masturbation (female)

Word count: 1.7k

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Cases could be so exhausting sometimes. Well, they were all the time, but cases in Florida specifically made you beyond tired. You would have completely dozed off if you were in the SUV with anyone else. Fortunately for you, you were blessed with the presence of Spencer Reid.

You loved riding with Spencer alone because it allowed you free space to do whatever with him without the team interfering. If you two were in D.C. right now, you two would be making a mess all over Spencer’s apartment. He would have probably had you bent over his desk before moving to the couch. If he wanted you to be comfortable he would probably lead you to his bedroom to finish you off.

Just the thought of him having his way with you got you excited. You looked over at him as he concentrated on the road in front of him. He always looked hot when he was so concentrated. You wanted him to look at you like that. You needed him to.

You reached your left hand over to his side and caressed your hand down the back of his head. As you reached the base of his neck, you gently scratched the back of his neck. He peaked at what you were up to from the corner of his eyes before turning his attention back to the road.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Nothing. I’m just exploring,” you said.

Your hand caressed down from his neck and down his chest. He took his free hand to stop your hand from going anywhere else. You pouted at him stopping you, but the way he roughly squeezed your hand made you believe he wasn’t totally against what you were doing.

“I’m driving, Y/N,” he said.

“Then pull over,” you said.

“We have to get back to the hotel. If we stop the team will wonder where we are.”

You sighed as you pulled your hand away from his grip. He easily let it go and assumed the discussion was over. He put his right hand back on the wheel, but he had no idea you weren’t done trying to persuade him.

Your hand went back over to his side and you placed it directly on the crotch of his pants. You smiled as you felt a hard bulge. He was as horny as you were, he just could play it cool better than you. You gently massaged the bulge in his pants.

“How did you plan on getting rid of this once we got back to the hotel? We don’t even share a room for me to relieve you of some tension,” you said.

He ignored you as he kept his focus on the road. You moved your hands focus to his belt to loosen it along with the button and zipper on his trousers. You stuck your hands into his underwear just to get a touch of his boner. You looked at him and saw he hadn’t moved his attention away from the road.

You smiled. “If you drive slower maybe I can give you head.”

“Oh?” He said.

You nodded your head as you started stroking him. The expressionless look on his face made you want to give him sloppy head right then and there. You wanted to see his face relax in bliss, his eyes wide in amazement and his voice continuously letting profanities mixed in with his deep moans.

As you stroked his dick, you looked out into the road. You didn’t recognize the street at all. You paused what you were doing to him and looked at him confused. It didn’t seem as if you two were anywhere near the direction of the hotel.

“Where are we?” You asked.

He chuckled. “Now you’re paying attention to the road?”

“Well, it’s not as if you were paying attention to me, so I had to look somewhere,” you said.

He smirked. “Don’t worry, I’m going to be paying you very close attention soon enough.”

“What are you planning?”

“Planning? I’m not planning anything. I’m simply doing what you asked.”

You looked at him surprised. “I thought you said you were always the one in charge? Now you’re listening to what I have to say?”

“Only giving you the illusion of that fantasy.”

You smiled at his vague response. Before you could bother him for a real answer, he pulled into an empty parking lot. It was behind an old, large building you assumed was vacant. With no other buildings or cars around it was the perfect spot to have your way with him.

You unbuckled your seatbelt and positioned yourself to get closer to him. You were more than ready to give him head, but your fantasy was cut short. Spencer roughly grabbed your neck as he pulled you in close to him. His head was positioned at the side of your head and you could feel his breath graze across your ear.

“Get into the backseat. You’re going to ride me until I cum in you, do you understand?” He whispered.

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He let go of your neck and watched as you quickly crawled over to the backseat. He followed behind you. He just sat there as you pounced on him. You pulled down his trousers and underwear to let his dick stand freely.

“Unbutton your top, Y/N. I want to see your breast bounce as you ride me,” he demanded.

He didn’t have to tell you twice as you immediately undid the buttons to your blouse to reveal your black bra. He smiled at them before leaning in and running sloppy kisses along them. You let out satisfied moans as you felt his hands slide up your thigh and pull up your skirt. He reached under to pull your thong to the side. He gave your right breast a love bite before  looking up at you.

“You’re a dirty girl, Y/N. Wearing a thong with such a short skirt. It’s like you’re begging to be fucked,” he said.

You nodded. “I do.”

You felt him yank your hair back. You let out a shriek at the sudden pain of him yanking your hair, but it only meant the sex was going to be great. Whenever he got into his dominating mood it was going to be a good night for you.

“What if someone other than me came along and wanted to fuck you? Would you let them?” He asked.

“No, I wouldn’t,” you replied.

“And why’s that?”

“Because I only ever want you to fuck me.”

“Well, prove you want me and ride my dick.”

Before you could lower yourself onto him, his free hand pushed you down onto his dick. You let out a loud moan as you felt every inch of his dick go inside of you. With his hand on your thigh, you didn’t dare move. You just stayed in that position taking in the feeling of his dick.

“You like the feeling of my dick inside of you?” He asked.

“I do,” you whimpered.

He then freed you of his hands. “Prove it.”

Without another second wasted you started to bounce up and down on his dick. With every motion you moaned as he watched you in content. You felt him grab your right butt cheek, squeezing it hard with his big hands.

“Grind on it,” he demanded.

You easily switched gears and grinned on him. You finally heard the sound of his deep moans as he watched you. He grabbed one of your hands and placed it where your clit was.

“Don’t be shy, pleasure yourself,” he said.

You started rubbing your clit as you continued to grind on him. He was definitely making every moment of this short sex session count. You then felt him buck his hips up into you and you let out a surprised shriek.

“Oh my God,” you yelped.

He continued to buck his hips up into you as you tried to maintain the speed you were rubbing your clit at. At this point you didn’t know which one of you was going to cum first. You got the strength to meet his bucks half way which led you to both let out loud, desperate sighs.

“Oh, fuck, Y/N. You’re doing amazing on your own,” he complimented.

You would have said ‘thank you’ if you weren’t so caught up in the moment. Your legs started to quack as you slowed your pace. You could feel your orgasm slowly creeping up. Spencer took notice of your decreased speed. He placed both his hands on your thighs and forced you to pick up back your pace by moving you up and down.

“Don’t you dare slow your pace because you’re about to cum. Ride me until the end and cum on my dick,” he demanded.

You pushed through to do what he said as you continued to bounce up and down on his dick. You felt his dick twitch inside of you which meant he wasn’t far from his orgasm. Perfect timing because you let out one last moan before you leaned your head back as you let your orgasm flow through your body.

“Are you ready for me?” He asked.

You gave him a weak nod. He slammed your body down on him. You screamed out a moan and in a matter of seconds you felt his cum inside of you. He placed his hands on your face and brought you in for a sloppy kiss. You broke from this kiss and looked at him with wild eyes. The way you looked at him made him look at you with a devious sparkle in his eyes.

“I’m totally sneaking into your hotel room tonight,” you told him.

He chuckled. “Don’t get caught by Hotch or else I might have to punish you when we get home.”

You smiled at him. “Now I’m hoping I get caught.”

He laughed as he brought you in for another kiss. You already knew the others were waiting for you two to arrive at the hotel, but it was hard parting from his lips. Just maybe the two of you could sneak in round two before a group of FBI agents sent out a search party to find you.

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MASTERLIST

[luminnara]

God Damn, Shit Sucking Vampires | Poly lost boys x OC Chapter 7 18+ ONLY

HI SORRY FOR BEING SO SLOW!

Instead of a gif this time, I’ve got some art of Vera to share! By AmaAmaranth on twitter!

She looks so badass and it makes me so happy lol

Tags:  @americancowgirl19 @ilikechocolatemilkh​

Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8

Warnings for vampires doing their thing and nsfw

If Paul was a tornado, then Marko was a cyclone. He was just as insatiable--maybe even more, actually--and just as determined to taste every inch of Vera. He made a last minute decision to go to the beach instead of back to the cave, taking her to a nice secluded stretch of sand where they could enjoy the rest of their night without disruptions. 

“Oh, Marko,” she purred, tangling her fingers in his silky hair and giving it a tug. 

She pulled his face up from between her thighs and saw him licking his lips. He had been eating her out for several minutes and showed no desire to stop, his eyes yellow and his fangs already sharp and exposed. His mouth was sinfully talented, his tongue having already pulled a big, leg-shaking orgasm out of her. 

“Let me return the favor.”

Marko grinned, sitting back so that she could get up. Vera crawled across the sand towards him, unbuckling his chaps first and then his jeans. He bit his lip as he watched her, his cock already painfully hard, and the moment he felt her lips around it, he thought he might just die of pleasure. 

“Fuck, baby…” he moaned, grabbing a handful of her hair and guiding her head up and down. 

He was rougher than she imagined he might be...but then again, she should have known to be wary of his angelic face. With his hand in her hair, he rolled his hips into her mouth, shoving his cock down her throat and reveling at the sight of her as she looked up at him. He could feel blood dripping down his chin as he bit at his lip, practically gnawing on it as he tried not to lunge at her. She was so gorgeous, the way she stayed on her knees and took his entire cock into her throat, and fuck, he could smell her blood, so much blood...he wanted it, he wanted a taste, just one, fuck, he was going to lose it--

Vera could tell he was struggling to stay in control. She grinned around him, amused even as he forced her head down his length. She could tell that Marko wanted to pounce on her and sink his teeth into her flesh, but rather than just roll over and let him, she preferred to wait and see how long he could go before he totally lost it. So far, he was unraveling quickly, and it didn’t seem like she would have to do much more waiting. 

“Fuck!” He snarled, yanking her head up before she could make him cum.

His fangs were bared, his eyes wild, blood dripping down his chin. Without thinking, Vera crawled over him, their lips meeting in a kiss that left her hungry for more. The moment she tasted Marko’s blood, she could feel a rush of energy coursing through her body, and all she wanted to do was drown in the sweet, ruby liquid. It was morbid, but it was the truth; Vera was enthralled by the taste, obsessed with it, and, like many other vampires, she would have bathed in it if she could get enough of it into a tub all at once.

She sucked at the wound on his lip as she sank down onto his cock, moaning into his mouth as she felt him stretching her. Marko bucked his hips, wrapping his arms around her as he thrusted up into her, and they both soon found themselves lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, their heads swimming, their grunts and moans and sighs drowned out by the sound of the waves crashing against the sand. He dug his nails into her hips, leaving little crescent-shaped marks behind...until he truly lost himself and his fingers suddenly ended in claws, and he was doing his best to shred her flesh. 

The scent of blood was heavy in the air, and while Vera had had her fill of Marko’s, he still had yet to taste hers. He was impatient, and while Paul was more of a big rough puppy dog, Marko was purely dangerous, hungry and determined to get what he wanted. He sank his teeth into her throat, drinking greedily, completely taken by the rush of energy he received from her. Her blood was absolutely delicious, like nothing else he had ever tasted, and as he drank, he could feel her. He could feel all of her. Her hands on his skin, her mind against his own…she was there in her entirety, stalwart, strong, unmoved by the waves no matter how hard they crashed. Vera was like his rock, his weight, his anchor, keeping him in place. She was pain and she was pleasure. She was everything.

Mate. Pack.

Mate.

Mate mate mate mate mate--

His head was buzzing with an instinctual knowledge of what she was to him now, and just by sharing blood, he suddenly felt closer to her than anyone else in the world, even the other boys, if that was possible. He could feel all of their minds nudging his, eagerly checking in to see how things were going. Paul was elated, his mental voice loud and excited like it always was. David was pleased, though he was much calmer than Paul was, and Dwayne…

Dwayne was hungry. 

Marko could feel how impatient he was getting, and it surprised him. Dwayne was almost always in control of his emotions, aside from when a human managed to piss him off enough to deserve being torn in half. Now, he felt irritated and antsy, and Marko was glad that it would only be another night before his packmate had the chance to spend some alone time with Vera. 

That was another weird thing...he felt possessive of her, but not with them. He was never good at sharing, and he got in plenty of fights with Paul over weed and prey, but when it came to her...he was okay with handing her over to one of them. Because he trusted them, because they were all meant for her, too. But if anyone other than the boys tried to go after her...oh, he would rip their hands off. 

They stayed out there on the beach until the very first rays of sunlight started peeking up over the horizon. Vera was exhausted, laying at his side contentedly and dozing on and off. Marko could tell that the others were getting annoyed, David especially, and by the time the two returned to the cave, the boys were all over her.

Because they missed her that much.

“You took too long,” David growled, looking her over to make sure she was alright. His voice was stern, but not entirely angry, and when he saw how she looked, he backed off slightly. He couldn’t deny that she seemed happy, and when she was happy, he was happy. 

Vera held onto Marko’s arm, leaning against him slightly and looking up at him with those big, adoring eyes. He felt like he was melting whenever she did that, like his knees would give out at any moment. He had just spent the better part of a night with his cock buried inside of her, and yet she still managed to make him feel shy and vulnerable, and if he could, he would have blushed when she kissed his cheek and took David’s hand to go to bed. 

How did she manage that? How could she make him melt like candle wax, or ice cream on a hot summer night? She made him feel warm inside, in a way he hadn’t felt since he was still human. 

And that was a damn special thing for her to be able to do.

“So,” Paul slung his arm around Marko’s shoulders. “She’s good, huh?”

“Yeah,” the smaller vampire sighed. “Too good.”

-0-

Vera actually had a pleasant dream for once. 

Instead of stressful nightmares filled with pain and torture, she was blessed with a peaceful slumber, the kind that felt warm and inviting. For once, she didn’t want to wake up. For once, she felt completely safe and happy. Nothing could harm her. Nobody could get to her. 

Her night with Marko had left her feeling light and relaxed, and she went to bed safely cuddled up with David. He kept a tight hold on her, not wanting to let her shift away towards any of the others, but it seemed like his efforts were in vain when she found herself waking up in between Paul and Marko. They were both snoring softly and both seemingly determined to sleep in for as long as possible that evening, grunting when she tried to wriggle out of their grip. 

She ended up accidentally side stepping right into the one vampire she had yet to interact with very much:

Dwayne.

He was already awake, and when her back hit his chest, she suddenly heard a quiet, rumbly purring sound emanating from him. 

She turned to face him, slowly, cautiously. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Dwayne—she knew that he wouldn’t do anything unpredictable, and even if he did try to hurt her for some reason, she had three mates who would go to war if she asked them to. Dwayne was just big, and strong, and silent, and unlike the others, he hadn’t been making constant grabs at her. Compared to the way Paul and Marko fought for her attention, it just felt weird that Dwayne hadn’t even tried.

But now here he was, slowly, calmly moving to brush his nose over her head, taking in her scent as she inched closer. This would be Vera’s night with him, her chance to see if she really was the queen of their little pack, and assuming that all went well with Dwayne, she would probably be finally meeting Max afterwards. She would finally be catching a glimpse of the vampire who sired these four vicious, unruly boys. 

She would finally be part of the family.

“Good evening,” Dwayne said, chest rumbling. 

She let out a little involuntary sigh at the sound of his voice. It was deep and crunchy, no doubt due to the fact that he had just woken up, and she couldn’t deny that it had an effect on her. Even though she was the tiniest bit shy now that she was pressed up against him, Vera couldn’t help but lean into him, nuzzling up against his neck. He smelled wonderful and warm, his scent calming, just like the rest of him. 

“Sleep well?” He asked, his voice a deep rumble. 

“I did,” Vera sighed. 

“Good.” he brushed his nose through her hair as it hung in his face, inhaling her scent. “What would you like to do tonight?”

“I still haven’t gotten to check out a lot of the rides on the boardwalk,” Vera mused, leaning her cheek against his bare chest. 

“I’ll take you.”

“And I could go for a snack.”

“I’ll hunt for you.”

“A human snack.”

He gave her a confused look. “What else would we eat..?”

“Food? Human food?” She grinned. “C’mon, don’t you guys ever get pizza? Smear a little blood on it and it’s just divine.”

He couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. 

“The hell’re you two blabberin’ about?” Paul asked, still half asleep.

“Did someone say pizza?” Marko yawned. 

“See? I knew someone here liked it.” Vera laughed, twisting her head to look at them. 

“You haven’t had fresh pizza in years.” David spoke up, eyes still closed. 

“Define fresh,” Marko said. 

“We’re pizza enthusiasts.” Paul said. 

“These sewer rats pick it outta the garbage when they’re bored.” David drawled. 

“And it’s still good,” Paul said defensively. 

Vera wrinkled her nose. “Why don’t you ever just...buy it?”

“Because David says we don’t need it,” Paul said, jabbing the platinum blond.

“Because you don’t.” David growled.

“Yeah but it’s good,” Vera whined. 

He was no match for those big, pleading eyes, and he immediately relented. “....fine. But we hunt first.”

A short while later, Laddie was off with Star, and Vera was digging into the jugular of a guy who had dared to look at her funny. The sand was red with blood, the waves washing some of it away, and as the others tossed the bodies of their victims into a nearby bonfire, Vera sat down next to David.

“You alright, sweetheart?” He asked, lighting a cigarette. 

“I think so,” she said, mumbling a bit. 

David stuck his cigarette between his lips and took a drag, tugging her up against his side. “Sire bothering you tonight?”

“No.” She leaned her head on his shoulder. “Not yet. But, uh, speaking of sires…”

“Yes?”

“What’s Max like?”

David wrinkled his nose slightly. “You worried about him?”

“I might be.”

He sighed. “He’s...fine.”

“Just fine?” Vera asked nervously. “Is that good or bad?”

“What am I supposed to say? He’s my sire. He’s like an annoying father.”

“Were you his first one?” 

“Far as I know.” He shrugged. “If there were others, they died a long time before I came around.���

“Where are you from?”

“You’ve got a lotta questions tonight.”

“So? I’m allowed to be curious about the guy I’m spending eternity with, aren’t I?”

“Sounds less like curiosity and more like you’re terrified of Max. Are you so nervous that you’re trying to delay meeting him?”

“No!” She snapped.

“You are.” Dwayne appeared before her, a small smile on his face. He looked amused. 

It made her scowl.

“I don’t know why you guys think that. I’m not scared, I’m just...cautious.” Vera huffed. 

“It’ll be fine. Let’s go get you that pizza.” Dwayne said nonchalantly. 

“Pizza!” Paul shouted, tripping over himself as he and Marko raced towards the others. 

They skidded to a stop, falling in a tangle of limbs right in front of Vera. Their antics had her smiling, and all four vampires noticed, sharing smug glances with each other. They all wanted to see her happy, and they all noticed whenever she seemed stressed or down. Even though it had only been a few days since they met her, their bonds were already so strong and they already felt so close to her that they couldn’t stand the thought of her being upset.

“Then let’s go,” she said, allowing Dwayne to take her hand and pull her to her feet. 

When he swung her onto his back, she squealed in surprise, immediately locking her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He only laughed, trudging through the sand with the others as if he didn’t even notice her weight on him. And maybe he didn’t—after all, he was a big, strong vampire. He could carry a horse on his shoulders without struggling, and he knew because he had done it several times, back before cars were around. Vera felt like nothing in comparison. 

“Wait, wait,” Paul stopped walking, patting his jacket down as he searched for something. “Where the fuck—Marko, you got my weed?”

“No, but I got mine.” Marko pulled a squished-looking joint out of his pocket. 

“Angel of my life,” Paul gave a dramatic, relieved sigh and snatched it out of his hand. “Can’t have pizza without weed.”

“Definitely makes it more palatable,” David grumbled as he led them up to the boardwalk.

“You don’t like it?” Vera asked. 

“David doesn’t like any human food,” Marko said. 

“Why? Does it give you indigestion?”

Paul let out a loud laugh as he pulled a lighter out. “Probably.”

“No!” David snapped at him. “It just tastes like shit.” 

“That’s because you haven’t tried it my way,” Vera rolled her eyes. 

“And what exactly is your way, sweetheart?” David asked. 

“You just gotta add the right toppings,” She said as Paul lit the joint and handed it to her. 

She puffed on it, turning her head to exhale her smoke away from Dwayne’s face. A few nearby boardwalk-goers wrinkled their noses at her, looking thoroughly disgusted by the gang as they strode past. The boys only laughed at their expressions, Marko leering at them as he took the joint from Vera.

It was passed around as they walked, Dwayne letting go of one of her legs to take a hit when it was his turn. He was carrying her with such ease, as if she weighed absolutely nothing, and she knew that to him, that was pretty much true. If she tried, and if she wanted to, she could probably carry him just as easily. 

But she didn’t want to, because she would much rather be carried than do the carrying. 

“Hey!” A portly security guard stepped out in front of them. 

Paul quickly stashed the joint in his jacket, as if the guard wouldn’t be able to smell the hazy cloud of weed lingering around the group. 

“Haven’t we already spoken about this?” The security guard asked roughly. 

“Well, officer, I’m afraid I don’t recall,” David said, lip pulled up in a small sneer. 

The human narrowed his eyes at all of them. As far as he was concerned, they were just a gang of ne’er-do-wells, a bunch of kids who were never up to any good. He had been a security guard on the Santa Carla boardwalk for a number of years, and while it was a chaotic place full of transients who came and went, he could remember his job being far easier back before these boys showed up. It had been a few years--or was it longer? He couldn’t remember anymore, dammit-- since they first appeared, and he always ended up with a headache whenever they were around. They were just troublemakers, through and through, always getting in fights with other gangs, riding those loud bikes of theirs up and down the beach, breaking just about every rule they possibly could just for the fun of it. 

He supposed they weren’t completely at fault for the way they turned out. In a place like Santa Carla, where there was so much illicit activity going on, kids like them usually didn’t come from happy homes. He didn’t know where they came from, and he didn’t really care, but he did wish that whatever had happened to make them this way hadn’t so that he wouldn’t have to deal with The Lost Boys. 

The guard didn’t like interacting with them. They were rude, especially the leader. He always acted like he was better than everyone else, and he was always quick to get irritated whenever he was told to stop doing something. It seemed like tonight wasn’t any different, and after a few days off, Vernon was back to trying to keep the peace between these boys and the rest of the boardwalk. 

“No smoking on the boardwalk,” he said gruffly, glaring at the four of them. 

“Who’s smoking?” David asked, looking at the others in pretend shock. “Paul, are you smoking? On Vernon’s watch?”

“Me? Nah, no way!” Paul coughed, letting out a puff of smoke he had been holding in for significantly longer than any human should have been able to. He immediately socked Marko in the arm. “You’re not supposed to smoke on Vernon’s boardwalk, Marko!”

“Ow, hey!” Marko rubbed his arm, but before he could retaliate, Paul was already running. The two tore off in the direction they had all originally been heading, narrowly missing bystanders in their hurry to get away and smoke some more.

Vernon looked absolutely exhausted. 

Dwayne was silent, as always, staring him down with those dark eyes. It was then that Vernon finally noticed the girl clinging to the man’s back, and he was immediately concerned. ‘

“Are these boys bothering you, miss?” he asked, hand hovering near the baton he wore on his belt. 

David noticed the slight movement and couldn’t help but snort a laugh. “Bothering her? Course not. She’s with us.”

“Wasn’t asking you,” the guard snapped. 

For a second, Vera thought David was going to kill him then and there. Her mate’s eyes narrowed menacingly, his lip raised in a sneer that she was sure was about to turn into a snarl. He was pissed, and she didn’t need to feel his thoughts to tell. 

He managed to rein himself back in, though, determined to stay in control. Besides, it would be downright embarrassing to be out there acting like a newly-turned vampire, and he wouldn’t be able to stand the ridicule from Paul and Marko. 

So he did his best to behave.

When she saw that David wasn’t going to totally lose it, Vera smiled at the security guard. “No trouble here, officer.”

He didn’t look like he believed her. “You sure? Haven’t seen you around here, so you might not know...but you’d be doing yourself a favor and keeping yourself safer if you stayed away from these four.”

David and Dwayne both chuckled. 

“They seem perfectly harmless to me,” Vera said, rubbing her cheek against Dwayne’s affectionately. 

It made him so happy that he started purring for a moment before he remembered that there was a human standing in front of him and he toned it down again. 

“So thanks for your concern, really,” Vera continued, “but I’m right where I wanna be.”

[palbabor-writes]

I just wanna say I love you and your writing! ❤️ You are a blessing to me, I always start freaking out whenever I see you post a new thing. YOU DESERVE WAY MORE ATTENTION JFHDJEJHEHE but may I have a smudge of virgin! dabi or shiggy with a dom! reader? Handjobs, blowjobs, deepthroating , riding them, the whole SHABOOM SHABANG PLEASE AND THANK YOU

daw, my love! you’re amazing & tysm for your support, it means so, so much to me. like, i can’t even tell you how happy i am to hear that.

& of course you can! i opted to go with Dabi, since i haven’t explored this topic with him yet & ever since i saw this ask i cannot get the fumbling, blushing, asshole that he’d be outta my mind. seriously, the topic of this ask has lived there, rent free, for dayyyyys. 

warnings: SMUT/18+ only, loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, hand jobs, blowjobs and general fuckery

Things between the two of you had never been slow, or usual, or sentimental. Actually, love hasn’t come into the equation at all. It’s more like, easing an itch. But if you scritched and scratched it just right, god, it was divine. 

Dabi never let things get too far. He’d always bat you away, or roll to his side of the bed, broad back shutting you out, keeping you firmly in your own lane. Oh he’d kiss you and cup at your curves, but he never let you return the favor, snapping and snarling a string of curses and threats when you got too close.

He was like some sort of feral dog.

You could place the food down and leave the blanket out, but if you got too near, too comfortable, then the teeth would inch forward, keen, ready to bite.

At first, you’d figured it was simply who he was. He was short tempered and brittle and this extended to all members of the league. Not even Shigaraki was spared his jabs. It’s a miracle he’d let you step within sniffing distance. 

His fingers are always warm when they touched you, warm and calloused, whittled down to cinders and dark ash. He’s never gentle. Each caress is a challenge, some sort of task that needs to be dominated, beaten, acquired. It’s almost like he slips into some other mindset when he presses into you. He’s got to keep ahead, must win each pairing until there’s no question of who the victor is. 

Once, you’d managed to pin him under you. 

He’d relented the second your clothed center brushed against his burgeoning hardness, breath stolen, cerulean eyes wide. You’d never seen him like that before and you’d paused, hips lingering over his, head cocked to one side. 

“What?” you’d asked, voice soft in the darkness. He hadn’t answered, but his fingers trembled when they reached for you, urging you back into that age old shift and grind. When you passed over that bulge again he’d groaned, fire bright eyes slipping behind his quaking eyelids. 

Your hands cupped at his marred face, digits tracing over his too hot staples, awed at his unbidden reaction and the dusty stain of his blush. The rhythm you’d started began to deepen and he’d nearly arched under you when you rose up on your knees, but, unfortunately, you’d forgotten something vital as you let yourself be swept away by his ragged eagerness. 

It’s dangerous to let your guard down when you’re petting a wild thing.

As soon as your eyes winced closed, the world toppled to bits around you and Dabi shoved you from him, coiling away. “Get out,” he’d growled, eyes sharp as flint, arms wrapping around his bent knees. “Get the fuck outta here, before I...before I throw you out.”

So, you’d left; but you hadn’t forgotten. 

Days later, he’d stormed back into your room, eyes wild, skin blazingly hot to the touch. You’ve never seen him like this and you shift from your bed, pressing him to sit on the crumpled sheets. He looks like he’s seconds from shattering and his hands keep combing over his inky mop of hair, pricking the edges until they bristled from the static. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked, hands patting over him, searching for the hurt. His skin feels damp and you splay your fingers over his heart, bewildered by the frantic pounding of the muscle. 

“Nothing,” he begins, voice tight, eyes refusing to meet your own.

Liar, you think, plucking at the white fabric of his shirt and shifting your touch to his back, praying your hand doesn’t come back red. He’s shit at taking care of himself and there’s always some fresh burn or loosened staple that’s etched across him each time he comes back to the hideout. It’s almost like he’s trying to mar and maim himself. 

“Dabi, you’re burning up...”

“It’s not...at least...I don’t think that...It’s not my quirk.”

“Okay, then what is wrong? This isn’t normal, so don’t tell me I’m overreacting. If you’ve pushed yourself too far you need to–”

“I just said it isn’t my quirk,” he snarls, and his eyes finally lift. The sight almost knocks you backwards. They’re vivid, despite the low light, but his pupils are blown and the black is eating away at the familiar shock of blue. He looks hungry.

“Dabi...Dabi what were you–”

“I tried to forget it,” his voice is dissonant, hollow, and you can feel your breathing kicking up as your heart starts to thrum against your breastbone. “I thought that I could...take care of it...but it’s not...it doesn’t work. I can’t...I can’t...look what you’ve done. Look at what you’ve fucking done!” 

Fingers curl under your bent arms and he hoists you onto his lap, slotting you over spread thighs, his mismatched lips dragging across your own. He’s sloppy and teeth clink as you settle, arms wrapping around his broad neck, digits coiling into his hair. He sucks and nips at your bottom lip, pressing until he’s lured a few moans from your throat, smirking as they vibrate into the chilled air. 

You know what he was doing now. 

How could you miss it, when it’s jutting against the swell of your ass, poorly concealed under the thin material of his sweatpants. Popping up on your knees forces him to break free of your kiss shined lips and you chuckle at his disgruntled scowl. 

“Want me to take care of that for you?” your voice is quiet, but he startles at the question, body quaking as a hiss leeches through his clenched teeth.

“Get on the bed.”

“I am on the bed,” you retort.

He clicks his tongue and you find yourself forfeiting your top position as he knocks you off of his lap, tumbling you onto your mattress. His lean body is bracing over you and he stills your protestations with another kiss. This time he’s smoother, tongue pressing past the barrier of your lips, twining and urgent. Warm fingertips tease along your dips and curves, pinching at your skin. He greedily swallows each gasp that you give him and keeps the pressure up, one hand cupping under your neck, tugging you closer. 

Distractedly, you start to pull at his tattered shirt but once you touch his rippled stomach, he yanks himself back. Not again, you inwardly groan, head flopping against the sheets. You can see him a little clearer from this angle and you study his abashed continence, unable to hide the smile that pulls at your lips. 

“Don’t...” he trails off, nose wrinkling as he looks away from you once more.

“It’s okay,” you bargain, fingertips tickling up his sides, delighted with the sheer heat of him. “We can just do this. I don’t–”

“I don’t want this,” he grits, jaw tense, hands fisting into the bedding.

“Alright,” you sigh, still toying with his shirt. “What do you want?”

“More.” 

It’s a simple demand, almost comically cliché, especially considering who’s uttering this from his scarred lips, but it still makes you shudder, a slick clench passing over your core. 

You bite your lip and he gives you a gleaming smirk, teeth shining in the moonlight. He’s tempting, but he’ll always be a danger; it’s too bad that’s part of his charm.

He moves with an agility that leaves you breathless and his fingers are unfastening the ties of your sleeping pants so quickly that you swear they blur. In an instant, cool air is lapping against your dampened curls and he’s already pressing a curious finger over you.

One arm is braced beside your head but his attention is wholly focused on the mysteries he’s finally revealed. You can hear his breath, hitching and panting as he blunders his way into your folds. His touch is rough, too rough, and you arch away, fingers knocking him from you.

Dabi sucks his teeth at your impudence, jerking you back to him as he slides closer to his prize. You can feel his exhales as they ghost over you, so close it makes you buck toward the tempting warmth. He notices and shifts downward, lining his inquisitive nose with your slit.

“You smell good,” he informs you, sucking in a heady lungful, a lazy grin stretching his staples. “Didn’t know that was a thing.”

That prodding index finger is back and it’s just as clumsy as it slips and skids across your flushed labia. He tries to slide it forward but he’s over estimated your entrance and it fumbles into nothing, a lone nail scratching as he passes. Your thighs instinctually clamp around him and he lets out another frustrated huff. “Stop that! How am I supposed to feel you up if you keep scooting away? Stop being such a bitch about it. It’s not–”

“It hurts you jackass. That’s why I’m moving. How would you like it if I just started pulling and clamping my fist on your dick? You’ve got to slow down. Here...” Your arms slip beside your ribs and you sit up, spreading your legs as your hand moves to your cunt, granting his wide eyes a good view. “It’s one thing to touch me, it’s something else entirely if you’re going to literally poke at me. Give me your hand.”

Dabi balks at your request, a dark glower breaking over his face. “I can do it on my own. I don’t need your help–”

“If you really think that, then you can fuck right back off to your own room. Go on. Gloomily masturbate yourself to sleep, hoping that the scent of me on your fingers will be enough to push you over the edge. But I don’t think you can, not when you know what you can have instead of your fist.”

His nostrils flare at the lewd bluntness of your words, but he doesn’t protest further, slipping his calloused and burned hand into your grip, submitting himself to your control.

You pry his index finger from the others and lower it to yourself, gliding him against you, showing him how you like to be touched. As you crest his finger tip over your clit he gasps at the shudder you give him, jaw askew and pupils blown. 

“Pay attention,” you scold, hips arching forward as you repeat the motion. “Use your thumb too. Yes, like that. Ah– very good. Think you’ve got it from here?”

He doesn’t give you any kind of verbal response, opting to swipe his pink tongue over his lips and scoot closer instead. As soon as your hand drops from his, he tests out his freedom, fingers inquisitive, almost gentle. He’s learned that it only takes a few swift tweaks to have you bowing under him and if he adds a circular pressure to the motion you’ll call out his name. 

When his tongue swipes up your budding arousal you keen for him, hands grabbing for the side of his head, fingers tugging against his hair. “Ouch! That’s not fucking fair,” he grumbles, the jagged texture of his lips sucking at you. “I can’t be rough but you get to do whatever the fuck you want, huh?”

“Shut up,” you gasp, marveling at the speed of his touches. He’s gained some confidence and each time you praise him the tips of his fingers heat up, applying a sinful warmth to your dripping pussy. “Oh, fuck, yes! Do that again, that felt so good. God, you’re perfect Dabi, so fucking perfect.” 

The groan that escapes him creates a marvelous vibration along your folds and your legs shake beside his broad shoulders. When he lets out another choked moan you belatedly notice that the edge of your bed is shaking. It’s a cadenced motion and you tilt your head to one side, searching for the source. 

Oh.

It’s Dabi. His legs are half propped against the bed and he’s worked his hips against the corner of the mattress, rutting himself in time with his slurps and pulls. When he yanks himself back you can see the spidery thread that’s attached itself to the sheets, strung from the deepening saturation that’s expanding across the front of his sweatpants. The sight of him, so lost in your taste and smell that he’s humping himself off, makes your cunt tighten, rings of muscle winking and closing against nothing.

“D-Dabi,” you eke out, eyes rolling back as he seals his lips around your clit again. “Use your...your fingers.”

“What?” he murmurs, voice disjointed and thin.

“Put your fingers in me.”

The demand has him shifting upward, slick chin and lips glistening in the moonlight. He gives you a few blinks, but then the full meaning hits him and he leers down at you. “I wanna put something else in you.”

You shake your head at him and his grin shifts to a scowl. “Why not?”

“You won’t last.”

“Bitch,” he grunts, wiping his mottled arm across his face, smearing your arousal off. “The fuck do you think you’re talking to? I’ll–”

“Stand up.”

“What?” His brows furrow and his lip sets into a tense pull.

“Stand up,” you repeat, already pulling your bare legs from under him.

“Why do you get to give all of the orders? You’re not the boss. I don’t have to listen to any of this bull–”

“Dabi, stand up and I’ll suck you off. It’ll make it easier, trust me.”

The words suck and off appear to leave him in the lurch, but he sways backwards all the same, hands already digging into his sopping pants. He rattles out a low whimper as he unsticks himself from the loose fabric, and you can’t help but smile at his renewed blush. Seconds later, they pool at his ankles with a quiet shush and you scoot forward, fingers itching to touch him. 

He’s an impressive specimen.

The length and girth of his swollen cock curves haughtily upward and you eye the rosy tip ravenously. That long string of precum has broken and it coils thickly against his velvety skin, so bright that it shines. You look up at him before your hand curls around his cockhead and he looks absolutely lost. In a matter of minutes this imposing man has gone from feral stray to placid pup and it’s all thanks to you. Awash in your own power, you wrap as much of him as you can in your grip, squeezing and pulling as you ease up to his sloppy cusp, gathering the cables of his want as you go.

When you start back down he lets out a very un-Dabi like yelp, eyes fading behind tensed eyelids. “Feel good?” you ask, adjusting your hold, repeating the upward slide.

He nods, clenched teeth bared as he tries his best to contain his wanton grunts and groans. “Dabi,” you taunt playfully, holding at his tip, dancing your finger pad over his bubbling slit. “I can’t hear you. I asked if if felt good?”

Cerulean eyes crack open and he fixes you with a blazing stare, but he ruts his hips forward all the same, his body oblivious to his outward need for control. Your fist clenches around him and the whine that leeches out of him is heavenly. 

“Answer me, now.”

“Ye-yeah,” he stumbles over the word, bottom lip quivering. “I want more though.”

“Oh? Think you deserve that? You couldn’t even focus enough to get me off a second ago.”

“What? You told me to stand up!”

“Mmm, yes. You’re right. You’re such a good boy, Dabi. So obedient and ready for praise.”

He tries to pull himself away, but another cant of your wrist has him stopping dead in his tracks, upper thighs shaking as you renew your tugs. “There we go,” you croon. “Look how big you get when I tell you how well you’re doing. You’re so hard baby, I know you wanna cum for me. You want me to swallow it all down? Think you can give me enough?”

Dabi flops forward at your last question, shoving himself into your tightening fist, doing his best to get close to the sinful temptation of your lips. When you surge onto your knees his hands snatch at your shoulders, blindly yanking you to his parted lips. 

His kiss is so distracted it can hardly be called a caress. Your lips merely rest against his and he breathes into you, sucking up your exhales with a frantic need. “Suck me off,” he gasps, eyes blearily meeting your own, the blue a glassy haze. “Suck me off, suck me off, suck me off.”

It’s like he can only ask for one thing now, hips pistoning forward as a long burst of precum oozes from him. The heat of this pre release is so hot it feels like it’s scalding the back of your hand, but you hardly notice the pain, too wrapped up in his trembling malleability. 

“Ask me nicely.” The request is whisper quiet and he instinctually shakes his head, forehead lowering to rest against the flat plane of your collarbone. “No? That’s too bad love. You were doing so well, being so good and so nice.”

When your hand starts to loosen that hard earned pressure he relents, own hands grabbing your upper arms as he holds you to him. “I want you...fucking damn it...I want you to let me fuck your mouth. I wanna fuck you. I want...I–”

“None of that came with a please.”

“Hnnnng,” he groans, lifting his head to sink his teeth into the dip of your shoulder, biting and nipping, vainly attempting to distract you.

“That won’t work,” you say melodically, listening to him slurp up some of his excess drool from your newly dampened skin. “It’s just one word. Say it and I’ll get down on my hands and knees. I’ll wrap my lips around this fucking perfect cock and suck on you until you can’t think. I want your cum. Fuck, I want it so bad. So be a good boy, hmm? Be my good boy, my only, and I’ll let you–”

“Please! Please, please, please, please! Fuck! Please suck on me, put your fucking slutty little mouth on me! Plea– oh...fuck!”

He tastes like the sea, all salt and brine. It lingers deliciously on the tip of your tongue. 

You dip yourself lower, mouth voraciously edging forward, sliding your seeking appendage under his length, tracing up the long sets of veins you find. Dabi curves himself over your head, fingers cupping behind your ears as he forces you into a quick rhythm. You’d dictated his movements earlier, so it’s only fair you give him a little leeway of his own, at least, for now. 

The mixture of suction and wet heat soon proves too much for him. His hips are already faltering, hesitating on each outward and inward lurch. It’s too much, but it’s also nowhere near enough. 

His voice is broken and his staples snag against your hair, but he refuses to let up, not until he’s gotten what he wants. He can feel your abused throat seizing around him and he’s intoxicated by the feeling. He wants you to choke on him, to gag on him, to run yourself raw. 

He might have said some of these wishes out loud. He’s not sure. Not when the world is so torrid and sloppy and searing with a lure that he can’t live without, not anymore.

Why had he waited so long?

This isn’t even your cunt. God, you’d smelled so fucking good and the taste, fuck, it’ll be years before he can wash that flavor from his lips, or his mind. Goddamn it, it’s not enough.

Dabi cums with a shout. The feeling of his release, as it singes the back of your throat, is abrupt and you sputter, hands doing their best to get you away from the otherworldly temperature of this man. He’s too blissed out to notice your lips slipping from him and some of his cum splatters over your bent knees, sizzling as it hits your unprotected skin. 

You wipe at the remainder of him and collapse backwards, head hitting the cool sheets with a dull flop. As you catch your breath you listen for him. He’s still perched at the end of your bed, but you can hear his breathing as it steadies. He’ll likely leave, you think, arms curling beside your head. He’ll grab his pants and go back to his room and that will be–

The grip of his hand startles a hiss from you and you soon find yourself blinking up at his leering grin. He’s jerked you downward again, but this time he’s slotting himself between your thighs, warm fingertips already teasing at your budded clit.

“I’m not done.”

tags: @libiraki - since i teased you with some of it earlier :3c                    

[fanficshiddles]

Blushing in His Colours, Chapter 11

Loki and Mia got back to Loki’s room after having dinner together at the restaurant down the road.

Loki swiftly excused himself to the bathroom before they got down to having fun.

He started jerking himself off as quickly as possible, he was determined to last longer tonight when Mia gave him a blowjob. So he hoped that perhaps getting one out first would help with that.

Mia never took notice of him taking longer in the bathroom. She had a nosey of his books on his shelf while she waited. When Loki finally emerged, he had composed himself wonderfully so she had no idea.

But it didn’t really work well. As soon as she was on her knees, kneeling on front of him, looking up at him from beneath her lashes so innocently… He knew he was going to fail. Again.

He closed his eyes and tried to think of anything else… Thor in his mother’s dress…

But as soon as Mia wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and he felt her tongue on the underside, he opened his eyes and moaned loudly as he came. Mia continued sucking him, swallowing his cum. That always drove him wild how she did that, making his dilemma even more difficult.

Loki slipped his fingers through her hair as she continued to slowly suck him, keeping him hard even after cumming. It wasn’t long before he had another orgasm in her mouth, unable to control himself at all when in her mouth.

‘Ohhhh, yes… I am starting to feel that you have put a spell upon me, sweetling.’ Loki panted as Mia wiped her mouth and smiled sweetly up at him. ‘I’m really going to need to work on that.’ He chuckled.

Ever the gentleman, he put his hand out for her and helped her up to her feet. He slid his arm around her and pulled her flush against him as he held her chin and kissed her. He could taste himself on her lips and tongue, but that didn’t deter him as he deepened the kiss and proceeded to back her up to the bed, their clothes vanishing on the way.

Loki lay her down beneath him and started worshipping every inch of her body, making her squirm. He licked his way down her stomach, making her giggle when he flicked his tongue out below her belly button.

Mia thought he was going to go down on her, so she was a little confused, and disappointed she wasn’t going to lie, when he moved back up over her.

He cupped her face and kissed her, his tongue moving against hers as he devoured her. Then he moved slightly to the side and slid a hand down her body, boldly down between her thighs where he just cupped her. He could feel how wet and hot she was already.

‘Oh, little sweetling. So wet and responsive for Daddy.’ He growled, moving his fingers through her wetness, seeking out her clit that he zoned in on. As soon as he focused on that little nub, she started whimpering and squirming.

Loki chuckled and slid his arm underneath her upper body, holding her against him while he played with her. He brought her close to the edge, then just when she was about there he slowed down and moved away from her clit, making her whine in disappointment.

He grinned and pressed a kiss to the side of her head before continuing on with her torment. He repeated the actions a few times, getting her so worked up and close to cumming but then easing away. She grabbed at his forearm and started begging him, which was music to his ears.

‘Oh I do love hearing you beg, my little sweetling.’ He purred, the hand that was holding onto her side slid up over her and he started playing with her right breast. Squeezing it in a milking motion and then rolling her nipple between his fingers, mimicking what he was doing to her clit at the same time.

She was an utter mess in his arms.

‘Pleaseeeee, pleaseeee, Daddyyyyyy!’ She cried out, desperate to cum. Loki was keeping her on the edge, it felt so good and she never wanted it to stop but at the same time she so badly needed that release.

‘Do you really want to cum? I don’t think you do…’ Loki teased, slowing his circling of her clit right down.

She bucked her hips up trying to get more and her grip on his forearm tightened. ‘PLEASE! DADDY! PLEASE!’ She screamed and begged, almost crying in desperation.

Loki chuckled and started rubbing her nipple, at the same time he slid his fingers further down her and his thumb took over working her clit. She never even noticed or clicked what he was doing until it was too late.

He rubbed her clit in firmer, quicker, strokes. Starting to push her over the edge. Then, just as she was about to cum, he slipped his middle finger into her. He was met with barely any resistance, but he couldn’t believe how utterly tight she was around just one finger, but he pushed it in just to the second knuckle and stopped, concentrating on her clit as she clamped hard around his finger. He could feel her walls clenching on him as she came.

Mia couldn’t stop trembling, tears sprung to her eyes too as she could feel his finger within her. It felt SO good having something, even as thin as a finger, inside her. Something for her cunt to squeeze hold of while Loki still rubbed her clit, riding out her orgasm.

When she calmed down and stopped panting, Loki smoothed her hair back from her face and kissed her forehead, removing his finger from her. He brought his hand up to his lips and sucked his fingers clean, tasting her and moaning as he did so.

Mia turned more into him, unable to stop shaking and she couldn’t stop a tear from rolling down her cheek either.

Loki didn’t even need to ask. He knew he didn’t hurt her, as she had told him before she had been able to fit a small dildo into her a few times, which was wider than his finger. But he knew she was just emotional and happy at her body allowing his finger in so easily.

‘I… I’m sorry. I feel so silly.’ Mia whispered, still shaking but it was more shivering now. Loki wrapped the blanket around them, tucking her into him so she would warm up. She often got cold after an orgasm, especially one as intense as that.

‘Why do you feel silly, little one?’ Loki asked softly, tucking her head under his chin.

‘I just… I mean, getting all emotional and happy about getting a finger inside me.’ She said quietly.

Loki leaned back a little and cupped her chin, having her look at him.

‘It’s not silly, darling. Not at all. Everything is a step forward, no matter how small.’ He smiled and rubbed her lower lip with his thumb.

She smiled back at him, feeling so lucky that she had him. SO lucky, she counted her blessings every single day since they got together. Even though it had been over two months now, she still couldn’t really believe it.

Mia snuggled in against him, her hand on his chest. He played with her fingers, squeezing her hand every now and then. Mia then put her hand flat against his and marvelled at the size of his hands in comparison to her own.

‘What are you thinking, sweetling?’ Loki asked quietly.

‘Just… how large your hands are. And how long your fingers are.’ She said shyly.

‘All the better to handle you with, my dear.’ Loki chuckled as he clasped his hand with hers, engulfing hers completely, making her smile and blush. ‘I’ll be able to reach places your fingers can’t.’ He grinned, making her giggle as she hid her face into him.

‘I still… I still wish we could do it properly.’ She said, muffled against him.

He trailed his fingers up and down her back and kissed the top of her head. ‘I know, sweetling. I know you do. But we will get there, in time. There’s no rush.’

-

‘That sounded like some mind-blowing sex last night!’ Natasha said with a grin to Mia the following morning at breakfast.

Mia’s face heated up instantly and she almost dropped her spoon in her cereal. ‘What?’

Natasha grinned knowingly. ‘I was heading to bed and when I passed Loki’s room, I could hear you screaming. He must be pretty good with that cock of his to get that kind of screams out of you.’ She winked at her.

‘Oh god.’ Mia groaned and hid her face in her hands. Luckily none of the others were around yet.

‘No need to be embarrassed, I’m sure sex with a God is incredible.’

‘Well… It wasn’t sex. It was just…’ Mia coughed a bit. ‘His fingers.’ She said and removed her hands from her face.

‘Oooooooh, wow. If that was just from his fingers, then I do not want to pass by when he’s using anything else.’ Natasha smirked.

‘Alright, alright. Let’s just change the subject, please?’ Mia begged.

‘I’m just teasing you. I’m glad you’re both having fun.’

‘Thanks… I just…’

Natasha frowned. ‘What? What’s wrong?’

Mia sighed and ran a hand down her face. ‘Ok, don’t tell anyone. Promise?’

‘I promise.’ Natasha nodded, looking concerned.

‘I have vaginismus. So we haven’t actually had sex yet. And he is being so supportive and patient. But I just… I want to be able to sort it out as in yesterday.’

Natasha’s face softened, having been worried it was something Loki was doing wrong.

‘But Loki is going slow, not rushing you. Right?’

‘Right. But I just… I’m worried in-case I’ll never be able to do it.’ Mia said sadly.

‘When you said he was using his fingers…’ Natasha trailed off.

‘Yeah, he got one in… He is amazing. He seems to know what I can and can’t take better than I do.’ Mia said with a smile.

‘Well… Have you tried dilators?’ Natasha suggested.

Mia frowned. ‘No…’

‘They could be worth a try. They vary in size, you start small and then get larger. I’m sure Loki could make it fun too.’ She winked at Mia.

‘That… might be worth trying actually.’

[joaquinwhorres]

Best of Friends (Ch. 1) {Bucky x Reader}

SUMMARY ››››› When your best friend steals marries Bucky's best friend, the two of you are left with only one solution: to become best friends yourselves.

PAIRING ››››› Bucky Barnes x Reader

WORD COUNT ››››› 3,916

WARNINGS ››››› There is no abuse in this story, no drug use, no depression, and as the only warnings worth putting up throughout the series, will be based around major plot points and surprise, I’m just going to rate certain chapters on the movie scale. This is chapter PG. 

A/N ››››› So I love and adore this story so much. I originally wrote it as an OC story and you can find those versions of the chapters on AO3 or FFN​

The pounding on the door was seriously the last thing you needed right now. 

The first thing you needed was a drink.

Unfortunately there was no way on God's green earth you were going to successfully parallel park that UHAUL, and the idea of going to a liquor store within walking distance of your new place seemed about as safe as letting in the person on the other side of the door. Something told you it wasn't the UPS guy causing the door to rattle against the frame.

You sent up a silent prayer that whoever it was would just go away and leave you to the excellent pity party you had been throwing herself.

The banging grew louder. Which was about right for today.

Since dying probably couldn't make you feel any worse than you did right now, you strode across the apartment and wrenched open the door. In the next second, you were pushed back into the apartment as someone hurled themselves at you. 

"You're here!"

Thank goodness. Bernadette. 

Your shoulders dropped as you wrapped your arms tightly around your best friend, squeezing your eyes shut and willing yourself to relax into the wave of relief. "Hi," you mumbled.

"Took you long enough to open the door," Bernadette complained, but you could hear the smile in her voice as she rocked you from side to side.

"I thought you were a crazy person."

Bernadette let out a wild laugh right in your ear, and you flinched but refused to let go. 

"She is a crazy person," a male voice interrupted your moment, and you opened your eyes to find two hulking figures leaning against the wall behind Bernadette. The brunette smirked at you--or maybe Bernadette--as the blonde seemed preoccupied with scanning the hallway. 

"Fuck you, Bucky," Bernadette lifted her middle finger for him to see without releasing you from the hug. 

Bucky just laughed in response. "I suggested texting you that we were on your way, but she thought you'd enjoy the surprise." His eyes glimmered with amusement as your eyes rolled on their own accord. 

"And you did, right?" Bernadette asked, pulling back enough to look at you eagerly. 

"Maybe we should get out of the hallway," the blonde suggested, putting a stop to the bickering and saving you from having to pick sides.

"Yes!" Bernadette's attention shifted as she released you from the hug. "Let's see it!" 

Your stomach constricted. "It's pretty rough."

"Of course it is. You just got here like thirty minutes ago," she dismissed, pushing past you. You sighed, opening the door and letting the men enter. 

“Hi Y/N. Sorry we didn't text,” the blonde greeted, giving you a quick hug on his way in. 

“It's fine, Steve,” you patted his back before dropping back down onto your feet.

“Your Honor,” Bucky grinned, entering the apartment. 

“Your Bestness.” You smiled back, following him in and closing the door behind you to keep anyone else from seeing the depressing state of your new reality. 

The three quickly fanned out to survey your apartment.

"This is a .....nice place," Bernadette smiled too brightly as she circled a pile of boxes in the kitchen to flip on the tap water. You watched as it sputtered a few times before picking up into a yellow-ish stream. She quickly flipped it off, turning to face you and see if you had seen. Making eye contact, she shrugged. "That clears up." 

Bless her. She had to be the best friend to ever exist. Because if you were her, you totally would have hit her with an 'I told you so' by now.

Bernadette had warned you that an affordable single apartment was suspicious. That sometimes landlords blurred the neighborhood lines. That you may need to fix it up in order for it to even be considered a fixer-upper. Everything she warned you about was true.

You had thought you were going to Williamsburg. Instead you were in Bed-Stuy.

The picture on the listing must have been from like 10 years ago. Or maybe it was a neighbor's place. Or straight photoshopped. Because exposed brick was one thing but crumbling walls were another. 

Add to that the three locks on the door and the fact that you were eight hours away from pretty much everyone you knew and loved, and you were feeling super great about this life decision. 

"Does it?" you asked, making your way over to the living room area where about half of the floor seemed to have been ripped up. 

"Sure," Bernadette nodded, moving out of the kitchen. "And if it doesn't, that's what Brita is for." 

"You locked the truck, right?" Steve asked from where he stood by a window, staring out to the street below. 

"Stop, the neighborhood's not that bad," Bernadette waved at Steve. She made a show of rolling her eyes as she moved past you to open the door to your bedroom."You did lock the truck, right?" she paused to whisper in your ear. You hummed a yes and turned to follow her. 

The bedroom was less depressing than the rest of the apartment in the way Mount Everest was less dangerous than K2. It was still a fucking mountain.

"Interesting paint job," Bernadette remarked, staring at the wall which was half royal blue and half blood red. And not even artsy diagonal halves. No, of course not. Vertical halves. "I think I've seen something like this on Pinterest." 

You groaned. 

Bernadette tilted her head slightly, considering the room. "I think you probably have enough room to fit a twin and a dresser in here if you line them up against the wall." 

"It's terrible," you whined. "The whole place is a complete shithole."

Bernadette gave you a sad smile. "It's better than I thought it would be,"  she brushed past you, walking back  into the living room. 

"There's a random hole in the kitchen ceiling!" You flung an arm out gesturing vaguely towards the kitchen. 

"It could have been way worse. I was expecting it to be like a fourth of the size or for there to be a random dude you had to share it with. And anyway, Bucky's handy."

Your eyes flicked to Bucky, who was surveying the hole in the kitchen ceiling.

"You can't see into the apartment upstairs, so that's good," he commented and Steve snorted. Bernadette slipped off her shoe and chucked it at Bucky. He ducked, and it hit the wall of the kitchen, knocking loose part of the wall. 

Whatever. 

Bernadette winced. "Sorry," she apologized to you, meekly, shuffling across the apartment to retrieve the shoe from Bucky's outstretched hand. Taking the shoe, she whacked him in the arm with it. Bucky laughed again, making eye contact with you and shaking his head. You allowed a single exhale of amusement to escape you. But that was pretty much all the humor you had to spend on the situation.

"Do you have the keys to the truck?" Steve asked, and you nodded, patting your pockets before finding them and offering the small keychain to him.  "Alright, Buck," he nodded with his head towards the door, and Bucky moved around Bernadette, giving her a wide berth as he went to follow Steve. 

She started to follow when Steve stopped her.

"We got it. It's just the heavy stuff, right?" he asked you. 

You nodded. "Yeah, I got most of the boxes up before you came." 

"Are you saying we can't handle the heavy stuff? Did I secretly marry a misogynist?" Bernadette asked, putting her hands on her hips. 

Steve shook his head, smiling. "We need someone to watch the stuff up here since the door's going to be open." 

"Steve--" Bernadette started to protest again. You weren't sure if she was about to argue about her physical prowess or the apartment's safety, but regardless of the argument this eternal optimist wanted to make, you were fairly sure Steve was right.

"That'd be great, you can help me figure out where to put things as we unpack."

Bernie brightened at the prospect. "I'm glad you said that, because I already have some ideas." She turned back to face Bucky and Steve. 

"Bucky, make sure he doesn't overexert himself. I need him fully functional tonight." You hoped that everyone mixed the grimace that crossed your face. Steve blushed slightly, and leaned down to whisper something in Bernie's ear. A grin spread across her face, and you were very thankful Steve was not one of those people who couldn't whisper.

"Ah newlyweds," Bucky made eye contact with you again, and you couldn't read the look on his face. He seemed almost like he was waiting for you to get the punchline of a joke. Maybe if your brain was operating at all correctly, you would have gotten it. Instead, you snorted before turning to Bernadette.

"Kitchen should be easiest and least in the way, right?"

"As long as we get it done in time for Bucky to take a look at the ceiling. And the bit of wall he knocked off." 

You knew Bernadette well enough to see the red herring for what it was. You were not going to get distracted with holding her accountable for further destroying your shitty apartment.

"I'm not going to ask Bucky to fix my ceiling," you said, gathering the utensils out of the box and sticking them in a drawer by the stove. 

"It's not a big deal--" Bernie dismissed, crossing paths with you to take the utensils and stick them in one of the mason jars you'd already unpacked.

You shook your head, "It's weird to ask one of your friends to fix my ceiling--"

"He's your friend too," Bernadette argued, taking the napkins out of your hands and disappearing with them. 

"I've met him twice." 

Bernadette came back and rustled through the open boxes, the sound of glass clinking and metal shifting against each other in her wake."Yes, but the second time you spent four days practically attached to the hip with him." 

"Because he was the best man, and I was the maid of honor. It was our job to be attached at the hip and make sure everything went well."

"Was creating cute little nicknames part of the job as well?" Bernadette asked, pausing to pin you with a look.

"It's just an inside joke, and they're not that cute."

"Oh, they're pretty cute," Bernie smirked, bending back down to go through a box. "Where did you put your dish towels?" 

You stood up from your box, coming over to join her in looking through the box. "I mean he calls you Bernie."

"Everyone calls me Bernie now," Bernadette dismissed. "Besides he has two nicknames for you." 

"K is not a nickname. It's a taunt."

"You mean flirtatious teasing."

"I mean a jab at how I'm a shit texter."

Bernadette looked you dead in the eyes before shooting you what was probably supposed to be a sultry wink. " 'k." 

You threw the dish towels you'd just dislodged at her and she laughed, picking them back up from where they fell in the box, and moving over to the open drawer. "Setting aside the two nicknames and their quality, he volunteered to come help you. I don't think he'd mind taking a look." 

"Maybe," you conceded, knowing Bernadette wouldn't stop until she'd had some measure of success. It's what had to make her such a good law student. You had given in enough times on the promise of maybe that with a glint in her eye she dropped the subject.

It took Bucky and Steve a little over an hour to unload all of your things from the truck. It was another forty-five minutes of Bernadette reimagining the floor plan and forcing the four of you to continuously shuffle the furniture around before she was satisfied. When all was said and done, the apartment did look marginally better. At least some of the punched in outlets were hidden and the worst of the floor was covered.

"Well," Bernadette said, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "That's it. You're officially a New Yorker." 

"And you can officially stop sending me those sketchy Craigslit ads and Monster listings," you nodded, placing your hands on your hips and surveying the apartment. 

"Neither of you are New Yorkers," Bucky shook his head, navigating the words around a hair-tie as he fixed his bun. Bernadette turned to glare at him, and he laughed, slipping the hair-tie around the bundle of hair.

"You married in. Doesn't count."

"Excuse you, I’m fluent in Subway Announcement and I’ve had a rat steal some of my food. If that doesn’t make me a New Yorker then I don’t know what does,” Bernadette huffed.

"You're a New Yorker," Steve soothed, putting an arm around her, and kissing the top of her head. 

"Well," you sighed, hoping to stop another bantering fight from breaking out between Bucky and Bernadette. "I need pizza. And beer. And to get out of this apartment. Anyone else?"

"Oh," Bernadette's face fell as she glanced quickly up at Steve and then at you. "I wish we could, but Steve and I have reservations. I wasn't even thinking when we made them, and it's such a long wait list…" she trailed off, frowning sympathetically "I'm so sorry, babe."

"I'm free," Bucky offered. "And I actually know a decent place that's not too far from here. Since I'm a real New Yorker." The jab effectively stopped the sly grin that was growing on Bernadette's face.

"I--"

"What line did we take to get here?" Bucky asked, and Bernadette sulked. "It just slipped out."

"It's a tourist mistake," Bucky shook his head, tsking. "The green line." 

"Well," Bernadette hmphed, "Steve and I are going to take the G train back home to get ready for dinner." She moved over to you, placing a kiss on your cheek. "I will see you for lunch sometime soon because we can do that now that we live in the same city!" 

You smiled, and reached up to hug Steve as he bent down to say goodbye. 

"Bucky, please do not take my best friend to any godforsaken hole in the wall back alley pizza joint that's definitely just a front. I don't care how good their pizza is," Bernadette cut off his protest and he smiled, shaking his head. 

"You're missing out on all of the best food."

"Ok," Bernadette dismissed, her disbelief dripping from each syllable. She took Steve by the hand, and you and Bucky walked them to the door. "Love you both." And with that, Bernadette and Steve were gone, leaving you alone in your apartment with Bucky. 

He sighed, running a hand through the roots of his hair, despite the fact that it messed up his perfectly done man bun. 

"You don't have to get pizza with me," you said, flashing a quick smile at him. 

"Trying to get rid of me?" Bucky asked, looking down at you amused. 

You shook your head, turning away from him quickly to try to locate your purse amongst the boxes. "No, I just--didn't want you to just come along to be nice. Or because you felt bad that Bernadette ditched so I'm all alone."

"How could I feel bad when you put it like that?" 

"I didn't mean it like--" you started, stuttering and Bucky stopped you, coming up beside you with your purse hanging from his finger. 

"I know. Just rest assured that I'm happy to put up with you for pizza." 

You snatched the purse from him, slinging it across your body as Bucky laughed at you. "Ready?" 

You nodded and the two of you headed out the door.

For all of the inconveniences and tragedies that had befallen you today, the walk to the pizza place was not one of them. In fact, second to seeing Bernadette at your door, it was probably the best part of the entire day. The walk was short, and the September evening air was pleasantly warm. With Bucky and his MMA fighter build next to you, navigating through the neighborhood didn't wrack your nerves as much as it could have. Although, it might not have been Bucky's muscles as much as his easy conversation that provided the comfort. He told you about his job, where to find the best bodegas, and one embarrassing story of Steve growing up. By the time you arrived at Tony's Pizza Spot, you had almost forgotten about how awful your day was.

"Hey Tony," Bucky called out, entering the place, and the owner looked up from where he was cutting a pizza. He jerked his head up in a nod. It was a small wood paneled shop with no tables or counters to sit at. Instead, there was one large display case with different meats and breads. You looked up at the simple menu, and Bucky stood closely next to you despite the fact that you had a feeling he didn't need to look at the offerings.

"Pepperoni and sausage ok?" Bucky asked, and you nodded, scanning the drink refrigerators for any sight of beer. "And for your milkshake?"

You raised your eyebrows at him. "I'm getting a milkshake?"

"You are," he nodded. 

"Well," you looked up at the board. "Cherry vanilla." 

"Excellent choice," Bucky smiled, approaching the counter as Tony tied off the pizza box with twine and then approached. 

"What can I getcha?" he asked his eyes flicking between you and Bucky. 

Bucky placed the order quickly, and Tony nodded, quickly tallying it up on the register. You reached into your purse for your wallet, but Bucky waved you off. "I got this."

"Pretty sure it's customary for the person who just subjected you to two hours of moving stuff to pay for the pizza. "

"Nah," Bucky shook his head, already handing the cash over to Tony."Think of it as a housewarming gift." 

"Just moved to the neighborhood?" Tony asked, passing back Bucky his change, and you nodded. "Welcome." 

"She's right down the street," Bucky said, dumping the change into the tip jar and stuffing the bills back into his pocket. "Figured I'd show her the best pizza spot in town."

"Damn right," Tony grinned, moving away to grab out an already prepped cheese pizza.. "How's Clint doin'? Didn't see him last week."

Bucky shook his head. "Broke his wrist last week, so Kate's placed him under house arrest to make sure he doesn't make it worse like last time. I'm guessing one of them will be in soon." 

Tony had the same look of exasperation as Bucky as he ladeled sauce onto the pizza. "It's always something with him. Broken bones. Concussion. That boy's a walking accident."

You sorted through your memories trying to remember if you had met Clint at the wedding or either of the times you had been up to visit Bernadette at school. The name sounded familiar enough, but you couldn't picture the face. If Bernadette was here she could jog your memory. She'd remind you who Clint was give you a few facts about his life and a quick story so you felt like you knew him already. But she wasn't here. She was off being married, and you were in this tiny pizza shop with a boy you hardly knew who was doing his best to keep you company.

"You ok?" Bucky bumped shoulders with you. You hadn't realized their conversation ended and Tony had moved away to make the milkshakes.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you shook your head trying to clear your thoughts. 

Bucky shot you a very disbelieving look. "I can't tell if you're a bad liar or just too tired to try to be good at it."

Your shoulders dropped. Frankly, it was both. "It's nothing...it's stupid," you dismissed.

"Bummed you're stuck here with me instead of Bernie?" Bucky guessed. Very correctly. 

"No," you sighed.  "I just wish she was here too."

"Yeah, I get it," Bucky nodded, facing back forward to watch Tony making the milkshakes. 

You felt bad. After all, Bucky had volunteered to give up his Monday evening to helping you move in. He probably had a whole list of things he'd rather do after work than lug a bookshelf up your stairs, but he'd done it, hadn't complained, and then treated you to pizza. And here you were wishing he was Bernadette. 

"It was kind of rude of your best friend to steal my best friend," you commented with a half smile.

Bucky snorted. "Sorry, your honor, but your best friend stole my best friend."

"What?"

Bucky looked back down at you. "You weren't there. He was gone long before she was. Pretty much the second he met her  it was over for him."

"What, and you were there the second they met?" you sassed back, placing your hands on your hips. 

"Actually, yes," Bucky said, reaching forward to grab a milkshake Tony placed up on the counter. He peered into the top of the cup and passed it over to you. "Steve volunteered both of our services to move in Bernie's stuff."

"I didn't realize you were there," you said, accepting the dessert from Bucky.  "She only ever mentioned Steve."

"Maybe he did steal her away fairly instantly then." Bucky shrugged. "Anyway, you realize there's only one solution to our problem, right?"

You gave him a flat look. "I'm not going to kill them."

"Holy shit, no," Bucky laughed. "That's where you went first?" Your face heated up, and you quickly busied yourself with a sip of the milkshake which was very good. Better than alcohol good. "And?" Bucky asked. 

"It's delicious," you said, returning for another sip before looking back at him. "But what's the solution?"

"We'll be best friends."

"You want to be my best friend?" you asked, with a small smile.

"More like I want you to be my best friend," Bucky said. "Steve's been doing a shit job recently, and you moved all the way from North Carolina to be with Bernie--I like that kind of effort." 

You laughed, and Bucky grinned back, taking his milkshake from off the counter.

"Alright," you agreed, feeling a little bit lighter. "I'm not replacing Bernadette though. You'll just have to be the substitute for when she's not up to par."

"I can work with that," Bucky nodded. "And as my first act as your substitute best friend is to demand to throw you a housewarming party. Don't make plans for next Saturday."

The smile slid off of your face. "No, thank you.  I don't want anyone walking into my trap house apartment."

"Your apartment is not that bad."

"Bucky. It's terrible."

"Your Honor, Steve and I shared a glorified closet for our entire sophomore year of college. We couldn't both stand in our kitchen." Bucky leveled you a glance. "And our friends still came over to visit us."

You mulled it over, stirring your milkshake with the straw. It wasn't a terrible idea. It was bad,, uncomfortable, ill-thought out, and overall not good, but it wasn't terrible. You nodded. "Alright, Your Bestness. Saturday."

"Excellent," Bucky grinned, grabbing the box Tony slid across the counter. "We'll discuss details over pizza." 

Masterlist

[imagine-loki]

Blushing in His Colours, Chapter 11

TITLE: Blushing in His Colours CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 11 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki being a Daddy Dom, his adores and loves his little, worships the ground she walks on. She has vaginismus, but he couldn’t be more supportive with her. RATING: M

Loki and Mia got back to Loki’s room after having dinner together at the restaurant down the road.

Loki swiftly excused himself to the bathroom before they got down to having fun.

He started jerking himself off as quickly as possible, he was determined to last longer tonight when Mia gave him a blowjob. So he hoped that perhaps getting one out first would help with that.

Mia never took notice of him taking longer in the bathroom. She had a nosey of his books on his shelf while she waited. When Loki finally emerged, he had composed himself wonderfully so she had no idea.

But it didn’t really work well. As soon as she was on her knees, kneeling on front of him, looking up at him from beneath her lashes so innocently… He knew he was going to fail. Again.

He closed his eyes and tried to think of anything else… Thor in his mother’s dress…

But as soon as Mia wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and he felt her tongue on the underside, he opened his eyes and moaned loudly as he came. Mia continued sucking him, swallowing his cum. That always drove him wild how she did that, making his dilemma even more difficult.

Loki slipped his fingers through her hair as she continued to slowly suck him, keeping him hard even after cumming. It wasn’t long before he had another orgasm in her mouth, unable to control himself at all when in her mouth.

‘Ohhhh, yes… I am starting to feel that you have put a spell upon me, sweetling.’ Loki panted as Mia wiped her mouth and smiled sweetly up at him. ‘I’m really going to need to work on that.’ He chuckled.

Ever the gentleman, he put his hand out for her and helped her up to her feet. He slid his arm around her and pulled her flush against him as he held her chin and kissed her. He could taste himself on her lips and tongue, but that didn’t deter him as he deepened the kiss and proceeded to back her up to the bed, their clothes vanishing on the way.

Loki lay her down beneath him and started worshipping every inch of her body, making her squirm. He licked his way down her stomach, making her giggle when he flicked his tongue out below her belly button.

Mia thought he was going to go down on her, so she was a little confused, and disappointed she wasn’t going to lie, when he moved back up over her.

He cupped her face and kissed her, his tongue moving against hers as he devoured her. Then he moved slightly to the side and slid a hand down her body, boldly down between her thighs where he just cupped her. He could feel how wet and hot she was already.

‘Oh, little sweetling. So wet and responsive for Daddy.’ He growled, moving his fingers through her wetness, seeking out her clit that he zoned in on. As soon as he focused on that little nub, she started whimpering and squirming.

Loki chuckled and slid his arm underneath her upper body, holding her against him while he played with her. He brought her close to the edge, then just when she was about there he slowed down and moved away from her clit, making her whine in disappointment.

He grinned and pressed a kiss to the side of her head before continuing on with her torment. He repeated the actions a few times, getting her so worked up and close to cumming but then easing away. She grabbed at his forearm and started begging him, which was music to his ears.

‘Oh I do love hearing you beg, my little sweetling.’ He purred, the hand that was holding onto her side slid up over her and he started playing with her right breast. Squeezing it in a milking motion and then rolling her nipple between his fingers, mimicking what he was doing to her clit at the same time.

She was an utter mess in his arms.

‘Pleaseeeee, pleaseeee, Daddyyyyyy!’ She cried out, desperate to cum. Loki was keeping her on the edge, it felt so good and she never wanted it to stop but at the same time she so badly needed that release.

‘Do you really want to cum? I don’t think you do…’ Loki teased, slowing his circling of her clit right down.

She bucked her hips up trying to get more and her grip on his forearm tightened. ‘PLEASE! DADDY! PLEASE!’ She screamed and begged, almost crying in desperation.

Loki chuckled and started rubbing her nipple, at the same time he slid his fingers further down her and his thumb took over working her clit. She never even noticed or clicked what he was doing until it was too late.

He rubbed her clit in firmer, quicker, strokes. Starting to push her over the edge. Then, just as she was about to cum, he slipped his middle finger into her. He was met with barely any resistance, but he couldn’t believe how utterly tight she was around just one finger, but he pushed it in just to the second knuckle and stopped, concentrating on her clit as she clamped hard around his finger. He could feel her walls clenching on him as she came.

Mia couldn’t stop trembling, tears sprung to her eyes too as she could feel his finger within her. It felt SO good having something, even as thin as a finger, inside her. Something for her cunt to squeeze hold of while Loki still rubbed her clit, riding out her orgasm.

When she calmed down and stopped panting, Loki smoothed her hair back from her face and kissed her forehead, removing his finger from her. He brought his hand up to his lips and sucked his fingers clean, tasting her and moaning as he did so.

Mia turned more into him, unable to stop shaking and she couldn’t stop a tear from rolling down her cheek either.

Loki didn’t even need to ask. He knew he didn’t hurt her, as she had told him before she had been able to fit a small dildo into her a few times, which was wider than his finger. But he knew she was just emotional and happy at her body allowing his finger in so easily.

‘I… I’m sorry. I feel so silly.’ Mia whispered, still shaking but it was more shivering now. Loki wrapped the blanket around them, tucking her into him so she would warm up. She often got cold after an orgasm, especially one as intense as that.

‘Why do you feel silly, little one?’ Loki asked softly, tucking her head under his chin.

‘I just… I mean, getting all emotional and happy about getting a finger inside me.’ She said quietly.

Loki leaned back a little and cupped her chin, having her look at him.

‘It’s not silly, darling. Not at all. Everything is a step forward, no matter how small.’ He smiled and rubbed her lower lip with his thumb.

She smiled back at him, feeling so lucky that she had him. SO lucky, she counted her blessings every single day since they got together. Even though it had been over two months now, she still couldn’t really believe it.

Mia snuggled in against him, her hand on his chest. He played with her fingers, squeezing her hand every now and then. Mia then put her hand flat against his and marvelled at the size of his hands in comparison to her own.

‘What are you thinking, sweetling?’ Loki asked quietly.

‘Just… how large your hands are. And how long your fingers are.’ She said shyly.

‘All the better to handle you with, my dear.’ Loki chuckled as he clasped his hand with hers, engulfing hers completely, making her smile and blush. ‘I’ll be able to reach places your fingers can’t.’ He grinned, making her giggle as she hid her face into him.

‘I still… I still wish we could do it properly.’ She said, muffled against him.

He trailed his fingers up and down her back and kissed the top of her head. ‘I know, sweetling. I know you do. But we will get there, in time. There’s no rush.’

-

‘That sounded like some mind-blowing sex last night!’ Natasha said with a grin to Mia the following morning at breakfast.

Mia’s face heated up instantly and she almost dropped her spoon in her cereal. ‘What?’

Natasha grinned knowingly. ‘I was heading to bed and when I passed Loki’s room, I could hear you screaming. He must be pretty good with that cock of his to get that kind of screams out of you.’ She winked at her.

‘Oh god.’ Mia groaned and hid her face in her hands. Luckily none of the others were around yet.

‘No need to be embarrassed, I’m sure sex with a God is incredible.’

‘Well… It wasn’t sex. It was just…’ Mia coughed a bit. ‘His fingers.’ She said and removed her hands from her face.

‘Oooooooh, wow. If that was just from his fingers, then I do not want to pass by when he’s using anything else.’ Natasha smirked.

‘Alright, alright. Let’s just change the subject, please?’ Mia begged.

‘I’m just teasing you. I’m glad you’re both having fun.’

‘Thanks… I just…’

Natasha frowned. ‘What? What’s wrong?’

Mia sighed and ran a hand down her face. ‘Ok, don’t tell anyone. Promise?’

‘I promise.’ Natasha nodded, looking concerned.

‘I have vaginismus. So we haven’t actually had sex yet. And he is being so supportive and patient. But I just… I want to be able to sort it out as in yesterday.’

Natasha’s face softened, having been worried it was something Loki was doing wrong.

‘But Loki is going slow, not rushing you. Right?’

‘Right. But I just… I’m worried in-case I’ll never be able to do it.’ Mia said sadly.

‘When you said he was using his fingers…’ Natasha trailed off.

‘Yeah, he got one in… He is amazing. He seems to know what I can and can’t take better than I do.’ Mia said with a smile.

‘Well… Have you tried dilators?’ Natasha suggested.

Mia frowned. ‘No…’

‘They could be worth a try. They vary in size, you start small and then get larger. I’m sure Loki could make it fun too.’ She winked at Mia.

‘That… might be worth trying actually.’

[afewmarvelousthoughts]

Falling Ch. 1

Master List: @afewmarvelousthoughtsadmin​

Pairing: Bucky X Reader [and a few more to come]

Summary: For a moment you had something good, something wonderful. But moments pass. Now, left with nothing but the ashes of a life and a love you fought so hard for you find yourself in a free fall. Who will you be once you hit the bottom? [Sequel to Only For A Moment but can be read independently.]

Warnings: Smut, loss, violence

A/N: Woo, I started Only For A Moment in late 2018 and had no idea what I was signing up for. I fell in love with this reader character as much as Bucky Barnes and then, of course, fell in love with them. Which... I won’t lie, made this hard to write. 

For old readers, I hope you like the second half of this journey. For new readers, welcome, it’s gonna be a trip.

TAGS ARE OPEN

Rolling over to feel your familiar warmth is exactly how Bucky wants to start his day, every day.

For a few precious moments, he breathes in your scent - cocoa butter and cinnamon - almost able to taste you on his tongue. He wraps his arm gently around you, pulling your prone form closer, feeling the soft skin of your abdomen, the steady rise and fall of your breath. 

The muffled sounds of morning seep through the curtain, the goats grazing, the sound of the lake lapping at its shores.

These little details sink in, permeate every sense, and reassure him that this is no dream. You’re here, his wife, his love, his whole heart, his everything, in his embrace. 

You are here, and you are in love with him. 

Bucky will spend the rest of his life trying to figure out how he, of all people, got so goddamn lucky. 

He presses his lips between your shoulder blades, taking another deep breath as though he could breathe you into his lungs and hold you there forever. 

“Good morning, doll,” he hums into your ear.

“Mmm,” you sigh. Just that small sound sends desire humming up his spine. He drags his lips down your neck, nibbling playfully at the curve of your shoulder. 

“Bucky,” you say, voice still thick with sleep. 

“Hmm?” He runs his fingers down until he feels the soft hair between your legs.

“I can’t,” you say, half-heartedly pulling away. He just scoots his body closer, pressing his already aching cock against the curve of your low back as his fingers slip between your legs. A small shuddering sigh from you makes his cock twitch, you press your body back into his in response. 

“Sure about that, sweetheart?” He whispers into the shell of your ear, savoring the sharp intake of breath from you as his middle finger grazes your clit. 

“Have - work - soon,” you pant out. “Need-” Your words are lost when his teeth graze the fluttering pulse in your neck. 

“What do you need, baby?” 

“You suck,” you say with a breathy laugh. 

“I can.” He grips your hip pulling you onto your back, he’s between your legs before you have a moment to protest. Smirking up at you he kisses your thighs, feeling the muscles flex as you squirm a bit, his beard scratching your tender skin. 

Your hand reaches down, tangling in his hair, trying to pull him up. “Gotta be quick.” He pulls back and your grip releases. Looking down at you he can’t help but lick his lips, his body hungry for all of you. 

“I think...” his hand travels around your thigh, fingers tracing your folds. Slowly he slides two fingers into your heat. Your mouth opens with a soft gasp, eyes flutter, and your body arches up, pushing him in deeper. “I think, Okoye will allow you to be tardy just this once.” 

Panting, your eyes burn into him as he pulls out. Languidly he licks the moisture from them, humming in pleasure at your taste. You swallow hard, your own tongue flitting out to moisten your full lips. 

He dips down, tongue teasing. There isn’t a hint of protest from you now. 

Every subtle move you make, every small moan, drives him crazy. His body thrums with desire but he can wait, all he wants is to make you happy, to make you feel good. 

“James,” you cry, a tremor rocking your body. Until you, he’d always hated being called James but, god he loves how good your mouth makes it sound every damn time.  

His fingers join his tongue in the pursuit of your pleasure, stretching you open the barest bit. 

“Oh f-fuck,” you stutter. 

“You like that, baby girl?” You nod your head against the pillow. “Hmm? Didn’t hear ya?” He asks sliding in a third finger. 

Your hips buck up. “Bucky,” you whimper. “Please.” He leans down as far as he can, hovering over you while his fingers fuck you harder. 

“What do you want, love?”

“Fuck me,” you gasp. “Baby, please.” 

“Not until you come for me.” 

Your eyes squeeze shut, your back arches up, and a low moan fills the room. He loved driving you wild like this, loved seeing your body flushed and shuddering, loved knowing he could give you this. 

Traveling down your body his mouth pauses at your peaked nipples, savoring your cries as he circles them with his tongue and clips them with his teeth just enough. 

Once more between your thighs, he sucks at your center, knowing it will push you over the edge. You cry out, hands grabbing the sheets in white-knuckled fists, your walls squeezing his fingers tight. Only when your body goes limp beneath his touch, your breath coming in ragged gasps, does he stop. 

“Beautiful,” he breathes as he takes you in. 

“Come here,” you coo softly, arms open. The love and desire written all over your features make his heart sing. 

As he leans down, eager to give you what you both want, he finds himself enveloped in the warm static-like feeling of your power. Before he can think to do anything about it he’s on his back looking up at your smirk. 

“My turn,” you purr as you rub your dampness up the length of his cock. 

Leaning over him, your hair forms a curtain around your faces, so all he can see is you. He lifts his head to kiss you but you pull up, just out of reach, as you continue to rub against him. 

“You’re a goddamn tease,” he says with mock annoyance. 

“You started this, babe.” 

He shakes his head, a low laugh rumbling through him. This time he tangles his fingers in your curls, pulling you to him with unyielding force. 

“Kiss me,” he growls. You do, with conviction, as you slide him into you. 

Goosebumps cover his body for an instant, the feeling of your walls tightening around him, your warmth - god how did this always feel so damn good. He groans, your tongue flicking against the roof of his mouth, your teeth nipping his bottom lip. 

Your back arches lifting you away from his lips, your hips roll as you take what you need and all he wants to give. From this angle, he can see almost all of you. Soft full curves belie the powerful muscles beneath them - he loved every part. Hungrily his fingers dig into the flesh of your thigh, urging you faster. Your body responds.

His hips buck up, pushing deeper into you. When your cry reaches his ears it almost unravels him, the tension building in him dangerously close to release. 

“Bucky,” you say in a voice thick with desire. He watches hungrily as your hand slides down the front of your body, fingers beginning to stroke your clit. 

“That’s it, baby-” His words are cut off with a gasp as you reach your other hand back, pressing two fingers into the sweet spot behind his balls, applying just enough pressure. 

“Christ, Y/N!” His thigh muscles begin to tremble with the effort of not coming. 

“Mmm, you like that?” You ask grinning down at him, your finger still between your own legs as well as his. 

“Y-yes.” He grinds his teeth, “Keep that up sweetheart and-” He feels your body react, your own breath catching. 

“Come. Come with me.” Your lips remain parted as your gaze holds his. “James,” such a sweet sound. 

Bucky moans, deep and guttural, feeling the release take your both. The fog of his orgasm clears and you collapse, panting and shaking on top of him. He presses a kiss to your damp forehead.

“I love you, doll.”

“I love all of you,” you say in your signature response before kissing the corner of his jaw, nibbling the skin there a bit. “Even though you’ve made me so, so late.”

With that, you hop off the bed heading straight to the bathroom. He watches the sway of your hips and that immaculate ass walkaway. Already he could feel himself getting hard again - this super-soldier thing was a blessing and a curse. 

“Want company?” He asks, swinging his legs to the floor. You turn in the doorway to the bathroom. 

“Absolutely not,” you laugh. “You’ve done quite enough Mr. Barnes.”

“Fine,” he huffs with a smile. 

-

“I told her I didn’t mind the idea of moving in together but…” Ayo throws her hands up, “We’ve only been together a few months. It feels too soon!”

You can’t help but laugh, “In the states, we call that Uhauling.” 

“What’s a Uhauling?”

“A Uhaul is like a truck you use to move your stuff to a new place.” You toss her a fresh towel as you head to the training ring. “The joke is that us queer gals always move fast so we’re always in a Uhaul.” 

She shakes her head laughing, “So this is just a universally recognized habit?”

“Apparently.”

“How soon did you and Bucky move in?” 

“Oh no,” you laugh, “we are not to be used as a bar for anyone.”

“Why? You two are good together!” 

“Yeah, that is pure luck. Besides, if you were going on our standards you’d have moved in the same night you met.” You head down the corridor.

“You’re kidding right?”

“I was technically homeless. Look, it was a weird time.” You turn to face her walking backward, “Weren’t we talking about your situation?”

Ayo burst out laughing, “Talking about you is much more fun.” 

“Yeah, I’m sure.” The Kimoyo Beads at your wrist catch your attention as they light up with a call. 

“Hey,” you say as an image of a nervous Okoye pops up. 

She glances over her shoulder and back to her own beads, “Meet me at the lab. Now.” Instantly your blood chills. 

“What’s wrong? Is Bucky-”

“He’s fine. Just- I’ll meet you there. Go. Now.” Her image disappears leaving only Ayo’s concerned expression for you to focus on. Your mouth opens, though nothing comes out. 

Ayo nods, “Go. I’ll tell the others.” 

Shuri’s lab wasn’t far from where the Dora Milaje trained. You run at full speed, all the while your heart thundering against your ribcage from more than just the exertion. 

When you reach the open sitting area just outside the main lab you skid to a less than graceful halt gaping at Bucky, T’Challa, and the box on the low table between them. 

You’d never seen it. Bucky had always wanted to go to fittings and consultations alone. The most absurd thought crosses your mind, he never told you that it was beautiful. The gold details glint in the sun, the grey-blue metal sleek and somewhat understated - a far cry from the silver-tone of the old piece. Still… the arm could only mean one thing. 

“Doll,” Bucky breathes, holding his hand out to you. All you can do is look from him to the arm and to Okoye - she stands toward the back looking like she’d rather be anywhere but here.

“What is this?” You ask, your tone demanding an answer. 

“Steve got in touch,” T’Challa says. “Something big is coming.” You raise a brow as Bucky approaches, wrapping his arm around you. 

“How big?”

“Alien horde big,” Okoye answers walking to the couch, plopping down. Once again you look around the room, expecting someone to elaborate.

“Seriously?” 

“So he says,” T’Challa runs a hand over his face. “There was an incident several hours ago in New York. And both Wanda and The Vision were attacked in Edinburg.”

“Wanda?!” You pull away from Bucky, body humming with energy suddenly. “Is she ok?” Bucky’s warm hand rests between your shoulder blades. 

“She is,” Okoye leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “The Vision was injured.” 

“How-”

“We aren’t sure,” T’Challa says as Shuri bustles in. 

“Can’t he phase through things? Like, manipulate his density at will?” She’s studying a projection of the arm from her Kimoyo Beads. 

“I guess. Seemed to do something like that when we ran into him in Berlin,” Bucky says, tugging you close once more, your back pressed to his chest. 

“Wild,” with a flick the image disappears. “Let’s get this taken care of. It should be perfect.”

Bucky laughs a little, “Well you made-”

“Hold on.” You turn to face him, “You don’t have to do this. Not this.”

“I do.” His tone is matter-of-fact.

“No. I agreed to fight when necessary, you didn’t. The others are coming you don’t have to-”

He shakes his head, a soft smile on his lips. “You actually think I’m going to let you and Steve go without me? Not happening.” He traces the scar on your right cheek, the one he left when he was still Hydra’s tool. 

“If you fight, I fight.” You know there’s no use in arguing with him but you stand stubbornly, blocking his path to Shuri. 

His lips press against your forehead, “Let me get this taken care of.” Numbly you nod and step aside, Shuri grabs the arm and they disappear into the lab. 

“For what it’s worth,” Okoye says from her place on the couch, “I did try to talk him out of it.” 

“Who told him in the first place?” You feel your anger peak. 

“I did. We need all hands and he deserved to know what was coming,” T’Challa doesn’t sound the least bit remorseful. 

“Where’s Nakia then?” You spit. 

“Spain. She’s been informed but will likely not make it in time.” He crosses over to you. “If I thought there was a way to keep him from it, Y/N, I would have.” His hand feels heavy on your shoulder. “You have to believe me.” You do, even though you hate it, you know he’s speaking the truth. 

Biting your lip you nod in acknowledgment, not trusting yourself to speak. 

“Your gear and a brief is in ready room four, I’ll have Bucky meet you.” He sighs heavily, “General.” Okoye nods and stands.

As she passes you she says, “Meet us on the landing deck when you’re ready.”

In the room you perch on the edge of a small couch, body so tense you feel you may snap. Everything you read seemed too horrible to be real and then there was Bucky… 

You knew when you accepted T’Challa’s offer to stay in Wakanda that you may be called to her defense. The prospect hadn’t bothered you at all. But Bucky hadn’t been a part of that bargain - he’d been granted amnesty here as both an apology and a service to the memory of T’Challa’s father, given that both men had been victims of the same monster. 

A voice in the back of your mind whispers that you should have known better. There was no world in which James Barnes would let you face a fight without him. You weren’t in the mood to listen to that reasonable voice though. 

With a swoosh, the door slides open and Bucky enters, standing before you. You don’t even look up, just remain staring at your hands and trying to not tear the room apart. He kneels and two hands slide over yours, one warm and calloused the other surprisingly warm and smooth. 

Bucky runs his left hand up your right forearm before cupping your cheek, gently coaxing you to look at him. All you can do is stare into those cool grey-blue pools. God you loved those eyes. His thumb rubs over your bottom lip as his eyes crinkle with a smile. 

“Incredible,” he breathes. 

“That’s Shuri’s style.”

“I meant you.” 

Despite yourself, you laugh. “My god you’re a sap, Mr. Barnes.” He kisses you tenderly. 

“Only for you, Mrs. Barnes.” Taking your hands once more he tugs you up, “Come on.”

“What’re you-”

“Shower.”

“What’s the point?” You ask pulling your hands back. 

“Trust me. If you can take a hot shower before a battle, do it. Plus,” he runs his left fingers down your right arm, “It’s been a while since I’ve held you with both arms.”

In the steam, you study him. A team of Wakandan surgeons had removed all they could of the remaining Hydra tech from his shoulder, replacing it with a shoulder of Shuri’s making, almost a year before. You’d loved it, loved that it made him feel free of Hydra - at least physically. Now with the arm, you worried that he’d lose that sense of freedom. 

He rubs his left shoulder with his right hand, looking suddenly bashful. “Do you… like it?” 

You nearly laugh and cry all at once. “It’s beautiful and it’s a part of you. I love it. But do you?”

He studies his left hand before responding. “Yeah.” He flexes the fingers, “I chose this one. Somehow that matters.”  

Tenderly you cup his cheek, “Of course that matters.”

Smiling, he wraps you up in his arms, holding you tight. You settle your ear just over his heart, the sound calming some of the anxiety in your chest as it always did. 

“I don’t like this,” you say as he runs his new fingers over the scarred skin of your back.

“Me either.”

“Then stand down. Please,” your voice cracks just a bit. “You’ve fought enough.” 

He pushes you back a bit allowing him to look into your eyes. “I chose this one too.” 

How could you argue with him after that? He’d spend a lifetime - even before Hydra - fighting battles he didn’t want any part in. What right did you have to take this from him?

“I choose to be by your side. Maybe I didn’t say in sickness and in health and all that jazz, but it was implied. Same goes for war and peace. You’re stuck with me baby.”

“And you apparently don’t trust your wife or your best friend to handle it,” you tease, trying to sound light-hearted.

He laughs, a wet piece of hair falling in his face. “Oh, I have no doubt you two would handle it. It’s how that has me worried.”

“So little faith.”

“Too much faith,” he says with a smile kissing you. “Faith that left to your own devices you two won’t know when to quit.” Playfully you punch him in his flesh shoulder. 

You think you could stay in the warmth and safety of this shower forever. After a few more minutes in one another’s arms you know it’s time though. 

Bucky grabs the towel before you’re able, a soft look on his features. With what could only be described as reverence he dries you off, littering your skin with burning kisses, leaving you aching for more. 

He sends you off to get changed as he dries himself but you hungrily watch him. Your teeth gnaw your bottom lip as you take in the muscles of his back, his thigs, all of him. Teasing, you run your power over his skin, touching and caressing in the way that only you can. 

“Didn’t you get enough this morning?” He asks flicking the towel at you.

“I’ll never have enough,” you grab his ass before winding your arms around him from behind. Your hands slide down the hard planes of his abdomen to the soft hair just below his bellybutton. Before you can go any farther he grabs your hands. Testing his resolve you kiss the curve where his neck and shoulder meet. 

He groans but doesn’t give in. “After this is over we aren’t leaving the house for days.”

“Deal,” you say, releasing him. 

Slipping into your gear felt different. 

You did it multiple times a week for training and yet knowing that you’d likely be putting it to the test made each piece feel heavy with purpose. 

Methodically you check the tiny Panther’s Teeth knives at your wrists pushing them out of their holsters with your power. The blades were only about an inch and a half long but they were incredibly deadly and calibrated to react with intensity at the slightest push from your telekinetic ability. 

The vambraces on your forearms absorbed kinetic energy much like T’Challa’s suit. They had a little bonus feature though in that you could use your power to enhance the impact of the blasts from them, even if they weren’t fully charged. Habitually, you make sure they feel solid. 

Finally, you slip your twin short spears into their holsters at your hips. They were much like those the other Dora Milaje carried but about half the size; they too were enhanced to pact a little extra oomph when combined with your power and would return just like your Panther’s Teeth.

When you finish, Bucky is watching you. 

He looked too handsome for a fight in that navy jacket. As his eyes rove over you your stomach begins to flutter. When they meet yours the fluttering ceases, there isn’t desire in his expression as you expected - they look so somber. 

Crossing to you he holds your gaze, tucking a stray curl behind your ear. “Remember the promise we made in Germany?”

“Bucky, don’t.” You move past him but he catches your arm in his vibranium grip. 

“Y/N -”

“I’m barely handling you coming, don’t make me do this too.”

“Look at me, Y/N.” His tone perfectly poised between gentle pleading and stern demand. With a sigh you do. 

 “This isn’t like before-”

“You’re right. You could stay out of it and stay-”

“But,” he continues as if you’d said nothing, “it’s a risk all the same. You promise me you’ll keep going, you won’t give up if something happens…” 

With effort, you swallow the lump in your throat. “I remember that promise going both ways.” 

He nods, “I swear. I will try.” 

“Me too. But-” 

You don’t have time to say more. His lips are on yours coaxing them open, sucking the breath and resistance and fear from you. For that moment there was nothing but him, nothing but the love you felt that burned so damn bright it dulled the shadows of your past and all its losses. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he breathes against your lips. 

“I love all of you, James.” He smirks at the sound of his given name. 

“But,” you continue causing his brows to knit in concern, “no heroic bullshit like last time.”

He laughs, “What do you mean?”

“No running off with Steve to save the world. No goodbyes. No heroics. We’ve got a goddamn army backing us this time so there’s no need for that-”

“As I recall you got arrested and went on summer vacation with Steve’s team.”

“Says the man who took a nice long nap.” You smile so big it hurts. “I mean it though.”

“Agreed,” he nods. “No heroics.”

The vibration at your wrist tells you it’s time to face whatever was waiting out there. But just not yet. You kiss him once more, just needing to feel those lips. Another vibration, and another. 

“Doll,” he pulls back. 

“I know, I know,” you grumble. 

Through the glass, you see the team land, and despite the circumstances, your heart ticks up a bit in excitement at seeing them. Over the past two years, you’d seen Steve a handful of times when he visited but had kept in contact with the others through encrypted emails and some handwritten letters. 

As the two of you approach, you overhear T’Challa giving Steve a rundown of assets joining this fight. When he catches sight of you he smiles.

“And-”

“A semi-stable hundred-year-old man,” Bucky quips. You roll your eyes and release his hand, stepping past Steve to greet Natasha and Sam. 

“You look good,” Sam says warmly as he hugs you tight. 

“You look the same.”

He laughs, “Some of us didn’t get a cushy new set up in wonderland.”

“Sounds like an excuse to me. Natasha looks great so?”

“Why did I miss you again?” He asks as Natasha laughs. You embrace the spy and hear Wanda. 

“Y/N!” She shouts from the ship. Vision leans against the ramp as she releases him to run toward you. 

“Hey!” You huff, squeezing her. “You’re ok?” You hold her back from you giving her a once over with both your eyes and power, that invisible sense sinking under the surface for hidden harm. 

“I’m good. Promise. Vis though,” she glances back as he limps over to you all. 

“Mrs. Barnes,” he nods respectfully. 

You laugh, “Y/N.” He gives a weak smile, flinching before Wanda wraps her arm around him for support. 

“Let’s get you to Shuri,” Steve says from behind you. 

You move to follow the rest of them up to the lab but Okoye stops you. 

“I’d rather have you stay down here so you’re ready to move if needed,” she says. You cast a concerned look in Wanda and Vision’s direction. “You know I’ll look after them.” 

You nod and wave off the others. She follows them leaving you hovering somewhat unsure of what to do for a moment. 

“So,” Sam nudges you with a shoulder, “hear you got hitched, doesn’t look like he put a ring on it. Beyonce would not approve.” You laugh and Bucky wraps an arm around you.

“I keep tryin’ but she won’t let me.”

“The last two things I need are a wedding ring and your shit Wilson.”

“Just a friendly observation,” he winks. 

“Barnes!” Ayo calls from across the landing deck. You and Bucky both turn. Ayo laughs, “The broody one.”

“Is that supposed to help differentiate them?” Wilson snipes.

“Wow, I am not broody.” You say with mock offense. 

“And I am?”

“Of course you are wolfman. Here,” she hands him a large gun. “Just like you asked.”

You eye it, “You asked for that?”

“Mhm,” he takes it in both hands, looking it over. 

“Wakandan tech and he wants a soviet rifle,” you cross your arms sighing. 

“Old wolves don’t learn new tricks,” he says absently. “Thanks, Ayo.” 

“Of course,” she smiles. “Who’s this?” 

Sam opens his mouth but you cut him off. “Just some guy I know. Likes to dress like a bird.” Ayo raises a brow. 

“Honestly, did you Stockholm me into missing you because I do not deserve the kind of abuse I’m getting here.” 

You laugh, “This is, Sam Wilson. An amazing hero of world renown.” 

“I think I hate you.”

Ayo cracks, “Good to meet you, Sam.” 

With his gun slung across his back, Bucky pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

“I may hurl. Are they always like this?” Sam asks Ayo. 

“Worse.”

“Hey!” You protest, placing a hand dramatically on Bucky’s ass. 

Before you can say more something slams into the dome above the city. You all flinch, staring as the burning debris tumbles away. 

“Holy shit,” Sam breathes. 

“Told you, I love this place,” Bucky says. 

The machine of military efficiency kicks in. 

You’re moving constantly almost from the moment the alien craft hits the dome. Making sure weapons are distributed, that the hovercrafts are in place, and anything else Okoye orders. It leaves little time to think about what was coming, to consider the size or the scale, to give space to the feeling of terror in your gut. You suppose there’s a certain kind of comfort in that. 

When the movement stops, when you board the raft with your friends to ride into whatever awaits you, that’s when you feel it. It isn’t the fear or terror you anticipated though. Fierce determination courses through your veins like lava, searing and unyielding.  

You’d fought impossible odds to keep Bucky safe and whole before - knowing then the lengths you’d go to save him. This was tenfold. It wasn’t only him you were determined to protect now. You would fight for your home, for the life you’d built with him, you’d fight for your friends, this family you’d once again cobbled together from the ashes. It didn’t matter if it was the governments of the world, an alien overlord, or god himself - nothing would stop you. 

As you all fall into formation you spot, M’Baku. He acknowledges you both with a nod. 

“You look alright for a colonizer, wolfman,” M’Baku quips, gripping Bucky’s forearm with a firm shake. 

“I’ll take that compliment,” Bucky smirks. 

“Not with the other Dora?” He asks you. 

You smile at Bucky, “I’m where I need to be.” M’Baku nods in understanding. 

Taking your place on Bucky’s left you let yourself soak in the impossibility you see just beyond the dome. You’d seen the earlier collision but seeing the massive wedge-shaped ships looming over the tree line made what you were all facing seem so much more real.

Steve, T’Challa, and Natasha make their way back with somber looks on their faces. 

“They surrender?” Bucky asks as Steve falls into place beside him. 

“Not exactly,” he sighs. 

As the Wakandan forces begin to chant you feel adrenaline crawl up your spine and maybe the slightest spark of hope. 

It fades quickly. 

There isn’t a word for the creatures that hurl themselves against the wall of the dome with pure savage abandon. They don’t care that it burns their bodies, severs their limbs, kills them. More and more come. 

“They’re killing themselves…” Okoye says in a horrified tone. You look down the line to her and hold her gaze, knowing your own horror is reflected on her face. 

“What the hell,” Bucky breathes at your side. 

You glance up to him just as he reaches for you. His kiss is desperate, somehow scaring and comforting you at once. When he pulls away his eyes speak volumes - the loudest being love. Without a word you both nod to return your gaze to the battle before you. 

With barely a thought from you, your vambrace raises its barrier, joining the other glowing shields of the border tribe warriors. Bucky shelters behind it and you both take aim. 

The sheer numbers of them allow for some of the creatures to break through. With no concern, they rush into the onslaught of fire. Ultimately it’s futile, the beasts simply keep coming. 

The realization hits you but Bruce voices the reality before you can force your mouth to form the words. Allowing these creatures to enter anywhere but here will spell disaster… 

The choice is an obvious one, though far from easy. You can feel the ripple of something between mourning and determination flow throughout the gathered warriors. Maybe this would be the end of Wakanda as she had always been, but she would not truly fall. 

T’Challa issues the battle cry and a strange sense of calm falls over your shoulders before you all charge. 

Violence, you understood, had been intimate with since you were a child, but never like this. Intimate violence was calculated even when done in heated rage or hatred. This mele? This was something else entirely. 

In moments you’re separated from Bucky but there isn’t time to think about it. There isn’t time to think about anything other than survival. The creatures are endless, talons raking and teeth lined maws dripping with death. 

A quick glance to your right and you see Okoye’s spear knocked from her grasp by one beast as another bares down. 

“Oko!” You yell. Your power grips the spear, hurling it back to her. You push one creature back and send the small vibranium blades at your wrist hurtling through the skull of the other. It drops and she spears the remaining creature. 

There’s no time to feel victorious. 

With a somber nod, you stand back to back facing down the beasts surrounding you. Taking a breath you focus a barrier of your power around you both, enough to slow the creatures. You whip the small blades through as many creatures as you can focus on, Okoye shoots with impeccable aim, and you pick off monsters with one of your half spears. Even so, it isn’t enough, and you can feel that familiar ache begin to blossom in your skull. 

It doesn’t matter. You push past it, ignore it, will your power to give you more. Stopping will mean death and you are not ready.

“If we die here,” Okoye yells back at you, “my only regret will be not trying that Pink Drink from Starbucks.” 

A laugh burbles from your lips, “You should have listened to me and you could die without regret!” Letting your barrier drop for a moment to give your mind a break, you send a wave of kinetic force from your vambraces pushing back the beasts. There is nothing but snarls and blood for several beats as you try to force your ability to comply.

Her back slams into yours as you both pant. Your power forms another barrier despite the screaming pain in your skull. Red suddenly obscures your vision. Quickly you wipe at your eye, the back of your hand coming away bloody. That… was new… and couldn’t be good. 

“If we live,” she says between gulping breaths, “we’re going to order the whole menu. Even the unicorn bullshit”

“If we live I’m taking you to get good coffee,” you tell her.

“We can do both.”

You sway, “I can’t hold this up much longer, Oko.”

“It’s alright,” her tone is resigned. “If we go, I’m glad to go with you sister.”

As you feel your power waver something bright, almost like lightning tears through the creatures surrounding you. 

“What now?!” Okoye groans. You both look around until you spot a figure, tendrils of lightning radiating from him. You’d never had the chance to meet him but there was clearly only one person this could be-

“Thor,” you say, admittedly a little awestruck. 

“Now that is an impressive white boy,” Okoye laughs. 

For the briefest moment, hope flairs within you. His arrival gave you a slight reprieve and may have just brought the odds more in your favor. 

“General!” A few Dora call over. 

“Go,” you tell Okoye. “I need to find Bucky.”

She nods, “Don’t die without me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you call back as you run. 

The sound of a semi-automatic rifle draws you to his location. 

“Bucky!” You bellow, hoping to be heard over the din. Several creatures rush your way - brandishing both of your short spears you take them down, not wanting to use your power as your head was still pounding. 

“Doll!” Just seeing him there, whole and unharmed, makes you feel like you can breathe easier. Briefly, he pulls you close before letting loose a few additional rounds. 

“What happened?!” he tilts your face, the vibranium smooth against your skin. 

“That bad?” His concern is enough of an answer. “May have pushed myself a little too far. But in my defense, we were one slobbery bite from death.” You push away from him and fire your spears at several approaching beasts. 

“No you don’t,” Bucky tucks you under his right arm, firing only with his left. “I’m not letting you out of my sight.” No part of you wants to protest, which is surprising. Feeling his solid, reassuring form behind you is as grounding as ever. 

“Woo!” An unknown voice whoops. “We’re gonna talk about that arm later, man!”

You stare at the small figure as it scurries off, firing on - and killing - several creatures. 

“I’m sorry,” you take a shot. “Am I hallucinating or was that a fucking raccoon?!”

“You’re not hallucinating,” Bucky releases you to reload. “He just tried to buy my arm.”

“How much?” You toss over your shoulder as you cover him. 

“What?” He sounds incredulous. “I’m not selling my arm.” Bucky clears a path and you both start moving. 

“Too bad,” you spear a creature in the neck, narrowly avoiding a spray of fetid blood. “Could have put it toward that honeymoon we never took.” Bucky’s laugh brings a smile to your face. 

“Maybe I’ll talk numbers with the raccoon after we defeat the fucking alien horde.”

“Do that.” You both tear through a small cluster of the beasts. “Just don’t knick the paint before then. No one wants damaged goods.” The humor drains from you quickly. 

“Something’s coming,” you can feel the vibration in the earth. 

“Holy shit,” Bucky breathes as the earth beneath the barrier bulges and a platoon of circular tanks tears through the earth. 

With everything you’ve got, you both begin to sprint in the opposite direction. The chatter in your comms is almost overwhelming. Looking up you spot Sam and Rhodes taking aim at the tanks, sending them skittering to the side. It gives you an idea. 

“Rhodes!” You call into your coms. “If you can get a lock on me, I need a lift.

“On it!” He responds. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Bucky grips your arm drawing you both to a brief halt. 

“I can knock them down but I can’t exactly-” 

“Y/N, we agreed no hero-”

“I can do this, Buck! I have to.” Rhodes swoops down, grabbing you under your arms. The last glimpse you catch of Bucky is him shaking his head, a scowl darkening his features. You’d deal with that later. 

“What’s the plan?” Rhodes asks.

“Just get me in range of one of them, I can knock them off balance and-”

“Dominos,” he responds. 

“Exactly.”

Tapping into your power sends a fresh tingle of pain through your skull but again you push it aside. You can practically feel the heat of the machine with your power as you reach out. Using your hands to focus the energy you slam it into the side of the tank. With a groan, it topples taking down three others with a satisfying explosion. 

“Nice!” Rhodes cheers. 

You manage to take down several more, spotting Wanda’s signature red glow as you do so. She was supposed to be with Vision… You hear Sam on the comms.

“Shit,” you sigh. “Heading to Vision now,” you call to the team - ignoring Bucky’s protest in your ear. 

Rhodes drops you and you sprint toward the trees. You can’t help but think that you aren’t too far from your house right now. 

That thought flees as you see Steve flung aside by an attacker. 

“Steve!” You try to force your legs to move faster, sending your power out to grab the man. Instead, your vision goes red, blood filling your eyes. Crying out you double over in pain, convinced that your skull was actually fracturing. 

After a few breaths, you’re able to right yourself and make your way over to them. 

The man is dead on the ground, Steve hovers over Vision. You hold your breath, terrified that the worst has happened, your heart already aching for Wanda. But as Steve turns to face you it’s clear that Vision, while injured, is still alive. 

“Y/N!” Steve quickly strides over to you. Pushing past him you kneel before Vision. 

“Mrs. Barnes,” he says weakly. 

“Y/N, remember?”

He huffs a hollow laugh, “Yes, Y/N. You’re bleeding.” 

“I’m fine.” You blink your eyes, trying to clear the red from them as you place a hand on his shoulder sending what you could of your power into him. 

You’re no Wanda but you can feel the broken parts, sense where whatever animates him is trying to reform the connections. Huffing in exasperation you fall back on your ass, resting your forearms on your knees. 

“Sorry, this is well above my pay grade.” He nods, giving you a wan smile. 

“Y/N,” Steve’s voice is stern, “your eyes.”

“Really, I’m good, Steve.”

“That does not look good.” You know he’s right, know you’re clearly pushing your power to places you never should. But when the alternative was far less appealing what choice was there?

“Here,” he kneels, producing a small flask of water. Taking your chin he tilts your head up to him and slowly flushes your eyes.

“Buck’s gonna be pissed,” he smirks. 

“He already is. He’ll get over it.”

“Vis!” You turn to see Wanda land at his side and stride a bit away to give them space. 

You’re about to say something to Steve when Vision cries out in pain. You whirl around. 

“He’s here,” Vision breathes, sending a chill up your spine. 

“Stay on them,” Steve orders before calling for the others. 

The stillness that follows as you see the team come into focus makes every hair stand on end. On instinct, you take a fighting stance spear ready. 

He emerges from thin air as though he ripped a hole in reality itself… Maybe he did. 

You feel disconnected from the scene before you. One by one you watch as this Thanos swats away some of the strongest people you know like flies. You watch, holding your position, and try with all your might to not hear the choice Wanda is being forced to make behind you.

“Y/N,” her voice cracks, “tell him I can’t.”

You turn. Vision’s eyes are begging you to make her listen but Wanda… The desperation in her face. Your chest constricts, cutting off your words.

Vision speaks before you’re able, “I’ll just feel you.” Tears burn your eyes. 

It was too close to a refrain you and Bucky would often use to comfort one another in dark times when memories threatened to swallow you whole. Just feel me. 

Wanda looks from you to Vision and back and nods. You turn away, both unable to watch this and determined to protect her with your life. 

It takes everything you have to not charge in with the others, especially when you see your Bucky, your brave soldier, blown back. Even so, you stay. Wanda was doing the impossible - making a choice you never could - and you would not leave her alone, not even for Bucky. 

Rage blossoms in your chest with every beat of your heart, with every soft sob you hear from behind you. This fucking bastard. 

He inches closer and closer. 

Steve takes a hit so hard that you fear he may not recover but there isn’t time to consider. 

Hoping to distract Thanos you hurl your spear at his head, knowing it would be entirely ineffective. You just need to buy Wanda time. 

He raises his gauntleted fist, the stones glowing with ethereal light, as you saw him do before attacking the others. Before he’s able to make a move you push every ounce of power you can from your body and latch onto the gauntlet. 

The pain inside your skull was beyond words, your vision floods red. This may kill you. 

Silently you beg Bucky to forgive you, beg him to know that you’re sorry and that you love him. 

Thanos staggers back, looking briefly from the gauntlet to you, sneering. 

Quickly you realize it isn’t the metal you should focus on but the stones. If you could rip them- Almost without thought your power latches onto the stones and-

All the breath is pulled from your lungs. 

The world goes quiet before sizzling into vibrant flashes of color. Each fills your vision with a different image - the vastness of space, a golden orange field of water…

You feel… electric. No longer does your head hurt but rather it sings with power. Power beyond anything you ever could comprehend. 

It consumes your awareness, your entire being. You want them, want this. You pull harder, something deep within you hungry for what these stones held. 

“Intoxicating isn’t it?” A bass voice asks, strangely sincere. “But they aren’t meant for you little warrior.” 

You’re so lost in the stones grip that you don’t see Thanos raise his right fist. 

Suddenly there is nothing but darkness. 

A blast of indescribable energy shakes you back to consciousness. Desperately you gasp for air. 

“I got you,” only then do you feel Bucky’s arms around you cradling you to his chest. 

Your whole body trembles. Your mind is on fire, your senses on overdrive. It hurts. Everything hurts. A yearning almost like hunger roars deep in your mind, calling for that power even as your own ability surges, flooding your perception.

“I’ve got you,” Bucky whispers in your ear. “I’ve got you, doll. Just feel me.” 

I only feel you.

“Wanda,” you croak as you push from his arms. You don’t register that it’s odd how you practically float to the ground. 

Bucky catches your arm but it’s not necessary. You’re frozen in place as you watch Thanos impossibly pull Vision back together. 

Wanda screams, lunging for him, but he bats her away. With no effort, you catch her midair in your power drawing her to you and Bucky.

Her head rests on your chest as you shield her from seeing Thanos rip the stone from Vision’s head. Bucky embraces you both, his back between you and Thanos.

“No,” she weakly whispers. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper into her hair. “I’m so sorry.”

She jumps, and you all turn as Thor’s ax slams into Thanos. It’s a death blow, it must be, nothing could survive that. Even so, you feel no joy. The losses were too great.

The instant Wanda sees Vision’s prone and colorless form she pulls away from you. Immediately you think to stop her but Bucky pulls you against him. 

“Let her go, Y/N.”

You turn, pressing your face into Bucky’s chest, breathing in his familiar smell. Trying with all your might to just feel him and not the pain. Just him and not-

Another indescribable surge of power somehow more powerful than the last washes over you, disrupting your thoughts, preventing you from feeling him or anything but that intoxicating sizzle of the stones. It burns through you, seeming to set your very blood on fire this time - but you like it, something in you humming with satisfaction. 

When it retreats, again your body begins to tremble, bordering on convulsions. Your power felt loosed - a wild animal freed, and hungry...

“Just me, baby doll.” His arms crush you to him as though he’s trying to hold you together. You try to focus on only that comforting pressure. 

“Just feel-” You feel his left arm loosen its hold, feel a shift in the air around you, in the very fiber of his being. Immediately you lift your head from his chest. 

Bucky releases you, taking a half step back. He holds up his left hand, the fingers fluttering away in the wind. But that couldn’t be what was really happening. It couldn’t be… It moves up his forearm.

“Y/N, I-” he breathes. 

“No,” you rasp.

Immediately you press your hands flat against his chest. All the power that had been pulsing through your body, threatening to overtake you since the moment you touched those stones, you call to it now. 

You will not take him from me, you silently swear to anything that will hear you. I will not let you have him. 

His pupils dilate as you flood his body with your power. Willing it onward, you feel it permeate every cell, latch on to even the smallest particles. You feel each minute piece of him vibrating with a light and warmth that somehow, even at the molecular level, seems familiar, feels somehow like home, like your Bucky. 

You also feel as each minuscule point of light… goes dark. 

In your periphery, you see the plume of dust that was his left arm flutter away in the air. This insidious force rips him away, bit by bit. As you lose him it reverberates through your body, each tendril of power snapping back into you like a whip. 

No, you growl to the universe. Desperately you push your power farther, beg it to be stronger even as your sight begins to flood with red. Frantically you blink away the blood. He is mine. 

You never look away from his eyes. They shift from wonder, to fear, to something soft, so soft. So… kind. 

Bucky raises his right hand to cup your cheek. You feel nothing but the soft caress of ash.  

“I -” his voice seems so far away - “I love all of you.”

“No, please-” You beg. A tear runs from his left eye, catching the light for an instant before his beautiful face vanishes.  

Your left-hand pushes through nothing but air, beneath your right though... His indomitable, ever steady, heart - the most precious gift anyone ever gave you - still remains, determined to beat for just a moment longer, only a fleeting moment, until your fist closes on nothing but ash.

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Tag list pumpkins, just know I hate me too.  I wanted to let y’all know that this story will be different from the OFAM you grew to love, because it sort of has to be. We’re going on a whole different journey with this reader and while Bucky will be echoing through this series, it will not be the same (obviously). I hope you stick with the reader through this leg of the trip but I understand if you ever want to hop off, just let me know.  Love you all so much! 

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Pairing: Bucky x OFC  (Listen, I know OFC’s aren't popular but if it make’s you feel better just replace her name with yours, or better yet, pretend you have a new name, kay??)

AU: Gladiator

Prompt: *top center photo* “Last Warrior” from T over at @tilltheendwilliwrite for her writing challenge!! Congrats on the followers and thank you so much for hosting this!!

Author’s Notes: I wrote this in one day...yeah, you read that right, ONE DAY. I haven’t been this inspired in a long time okay and ancient rome AU’s have a very very special place in my heart so needless to say I had a fire under my butt to actually finish this fast before I lost whatever motivation was within me. Also, I am obsessed with Roman Empire era fiction, okay. I got way into this and now I can’t get the vibe outta my head. Please excuse me as I go find my sandals and a maxi dress.

Word Count: 4.8K (don’t be mad, I needed to keep it a one shot)

Notes/Warnings: Kissing (It gets a kinda steamy but I tried to not be inappropriate), blood and gore (like, lots), mentions of abuse and trauma, mentions of slavery (ancient rome, y'all. I do not support it.) major character death, angst, grief, sadness, fear. - This is a tragedy, okay? I made it sad. 

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She walked through the sleeping city under the stars concealed by her dark cloak. She’d pulled the hood up to cover her hair and face from any passers by, which at this time of night were very few and those who did pass her, were too drunk to pay any mind. Her sandals hardly made a sound on the compacted sandy streets. She stayed close to the edge so that she would be out of what little light tonight’s moon provided.

She turned a sharp corner and hurried down a narrow alleyway. As she emerged onto the  next street, she was greeted in silence by a man who she only knew as The Falcon. He was dark of skin and he wore his tragedies in his eyes.

The Falcon handed her the reins to a dark colored horse, it was too dark to tell it’s true color, but Cassia assumed it was black. The steed swayed beside her, shifting its weight.

“Ride swiftly. Your time is short and you must be back before the sky begins to turn. I will not wait for you.” He reminded her.

She nodded and he helped her mount the beast. She turned the horse towards the city gates and took a deep breath but before she could kick the horse The Falcon grabbed her leg below the knee. Cassia gasped quietly but she didn’t pull away.

“The Captain will meet you at the ludus gates.” The Falcon handed her a cloth that was wrapped around something thin and hard. “Give this to him and tell him his debts will soon be settled.”

He let go of her after she took it and then slapped the steed beneath her, sending it straight into a gallop.

Cassia held tight and rode through the final streets before speeding through the west gate- unattended thanks to The Captain’s orders. The way to the ludus, Cassia had long ago put to memory. She’d many times accompanied both her father and The Captain to the ludus to watch from the balcony as Lentullus’ gladiators trained.

Her father, Praetor Marcus Cassius Faustus, often visited the surrounding ludus’ to obtain the best gladiators for his games. He’d put on many games during his time as Praetor and the people loved him- or, at least, the rich and the noble did. The rest of the city tolerated him as they had no choice.

The Captain, or Steve as Cassia had come to know him, was one of her father’s closest confidants, having served under him in his final years as a general in the Legion. Steve was near the same age as Cassia and they’d become close friends. Cassia’s father even suggested that The Captain marry her but her heart belonged to another and Steve knew it.

Now, the ludus was in sight. Her journey was very brief thanks to the swiftness of the horse she’d been loaned. She could see the flames of the guards who stood at the top of the walls and she watched as the flames disappeared the nearer she became.

She pulled back on the reins and the horse huffed and heaved hot breath from its nose as it was finally given a respite.

A young servant approached her and took the horse to get water after she dismounted. He didn’t meet her eyes and Cassia’s heart broke at the sight of the leather collar around his neck.

Steve appeared with a torch in hand, his blonde hair looked golden in the light of the flame. “Cassia,” He greeted her with a kiss to the cheek. “Come, we haven’t much time.”

She grabbed his arm giving him pause. She handed him the cloth, “The Facon says your debts are soon to be settled and to give you this.”

“What are its contents?” He asked, puzzled.

“It was not my place to look.” And she meant it. What ever was between The Falcon and The Captain was none of her business nor her concern. She only had one task on her mind tonight.

Steve pocketed the cloth and placed a hand at her back, urging her closer to the ludus. But instead of entering the front doors to the house, she was now sent down a steep hill and towards the metal gates at the bottom. The two guards, that stood on either side, looked straight forward and into the black of night.

Cassia’s pace stuttered but Steve pushed her on.

“Nevermind them,” He reassured her. “They know their duties.”

She nodded and followed him through the gates. After a short walk and a right turn, Cassia let out a soft gasp. She recognized this ground. She was standing at the edge of the training yard. She’d seen Lentullus’ gladiators train here with wooden swords and blunted spears. She’d watched as they were whipped for their failures and praised for victories. She looked up and saw the balcony where she usually stood. How strange to be looking at it from this angle. Was this how he saw her?

“Cassia!” Steve whispered her name, shocking her from her moment of perspective. “This way.”

She hurried to catch up with him. Cassia followed him through the passageways of the slave quarters and up to yet another metal barred gate and beyond that were more bars and cells. It was like a place for wild animals and while many romans believed this is what they deserved, Cassia knew better.

From the darkness beyond the cell door where she stood, there was a shuffling of feet and a muttering of harsh words.

Her heart jumped when she was finally within hearing distance and she recognized his voice. She turned to smile at Steve but he was staring, with brows furrowed in concern, at the cloth she had handed him from The Falcon. Even with the cloth now unwrapped and it draping over his fingers, she still could not see what was in it.

“I only get so much time for sleep,” A distant voice grumbled. “Pray, what has you dragging me from my slumber this night, Crassus?”

Bucky shuffled his feet, stirring up the sand as he was pushed forward by the guard behind him. His gaze jerked forward from the shove and he froze.

Tears welled in Cassia’s eyes and she grabbed the bars that separated her from him.

 His stupor only lasted a moment before he rushed to the gate as well. His hands went to her hair and he all but whimpered at the sight of her. “Cassia?”

The Captain nodded to the guard who pulled the keys from his belt and unlocked the gate.

“Remain here.” The Captain ordered. “I will bring him back shortly.”

The guard nodded and turned his back but remained in his place.

The moment the gate was wide enough, Bucky was through it. He grabbed her and lifted Cassia off the ground in a long overdue embrace.

“Life has returned to my body. Have I been blessed that I get to hold you again?” He set her down and held her face in his hands. His thumbs wiped the tears from her cheeks. 

Buck remembered the day he first laid eyes upon her. She stood beside Steve on the balcony of the ludus. Lentullus was lavishing her father with praise and complements while Cassia’s eyes focused on his fellow gladiators. He’ll never forget the look on her face. It wasn’t disgust not pity nor lust, as so many other patrons of his Dominos would look, but rather he saw grief and compassion in her eyes.

 Bucky had known Steve all his life, they even served in the legion at the same time but Bucky disobeyed a direct order to kill a young family of Gauls and his punishment was immediate death or to fight in the next games.

 Bucky chose the games, as most do, and won his match. Lentullus was enamored with the way Bucky fought and bought him then and there from his chair in the pulvinar of the arena.

 It was only months later that Steve arrived with Cassia trailing behind him. She followed Steve to meet Bucky that same day. Bucky asked her why a woman as beautiful as she looked so sad to watch what most other consider to be exciting.

 She responded ‘No one should be enslaved- whether they are bound by debt, the collar or blood- no man should have to be forced to do something they don’t want to.’ It was then that he knew she was different. He knew she had endured a the tragedy of slavery he just didn’t know at what end.

 Bucky would later learn of the hardships her father had put her through- forcing her to keep slaves, encouraging her to please other men he wanted to impress- he learned that she refused this order every time it was given, causing her father to strike at her for her disobedience- or attending the games, which she couldn’t stand.

 In their next handful of secret meetings, Bucky fell in love with her. Their romance was forbidden and secret. It had to be, her father would never allow her to marry a gladiator as they were only a short rise above slaves. But Cassia still came to him and he would thank the gods every time he was able to hold her.

 And now, he thanked them again.

 He studied her for a moment before looking at Steve, “Thank you.” Cassia’s voice stole his attention before The Captain could respond.

“I had to see you.” She tried to stall her tears but they escaped even still. “I had to be in your embrace before…” She couldn’t say it.

Bucky’s eyes softened. “And I you, only I did not think it would be possible.” He pulled her into another hug and then felt a foreign hand at his shoulder.

Steve was looking around. “Let us move to a place more secluded. I fear a slave may spot us here.”

Bucky nodded but never lost touch of Cassia. They followed Steve out past the training yard and into the small hall that leads to the final gate. With none but Steve’s torch to light them,  long shadows were cast onto the sandstone walls.

Bucky took Cassia into his arms again, her tears now stopped and content on her face. “How did you get her here?” He looked to Steve for answers.

“Samuel, arranged a horse.” Steve answered.

“And what did that cost you, this time?” Bucky kept his eyes on Steve but his hand rubbed a gentle circle across Cassia’s back.

Steve swallowed but remained steady. “I’ve yet to make my payment but It will come soon enough.”

Cassia felt Bucky tense and she leaned back to look at them both. “What aren’t you telling me?”

Steve took in a breath, “I’ll go pay the guards and leave you to solitude a moment but you don’t have long.” And Steve hurried off, leaving them in the dark.

“Bucky-” Cassia began to question but he cut her off with a hungry kiss.

He leaned into her until she was flush against the wall. She weaved her hands into his long, dirty, hair and tugged gently, making him grunt into her mouth and bite softly on her bottom lip. His hands roamed over her dark blue, linen, tunic. The  purple and gold sash at her middle hung low on her hips, hugging her bottom, and Bucky traced the fabric with an open palm.

Cassia pushed him back and gasped for a breath that she wished she didn’t need.

Bucky paused his attack on her neck when he thought he heard someone coming.

Cassia used the respite to her advantage. She took Bucky’s face in her hands and kissed him slow and gently. She tried to forge every sensation to memory. The feel of his beard on her cheeks, the warmth of his lips and the taste of his mouth. She was afraid of loosing him. 

Bucky pulled away from her and it wasn’t until she felt him wipe the tears from her face that she realized that she was crying again.

“I pray that I am not the cause of such sorrow.” He said with a familiar grief.

She shook her head. “Apologies. I didn’t mean to ruin our last-” A sob broke her sentence.

Bucky held her head in his hand and shushed her. “I’ll be alright.” He tried to soothe.

She shook her head again. “You fight in the Primus tomorrow. Against Theokoles! A champion in all his fights!”

Bucky tried to smile. “Does my beloved hold doubts of my skill and strength?”

She grabbed his face. “Never. But-” She reconsidered her statement and then said, “Bucky, I have seen him fight ten men and leave with nothing but a scratch. You fight him alone!” Her eyes danced as she searched his face for any sign that he understood the severity of tomorrow’s games.

“Cassia,” He caressed her cheek but it did nothing to ease her worry. “If I win tomorrow, I will win my freedom. And with the winnings I earn, we can leave this city and start again somewhere new.”

She only looked at him and offered a small smile. He kissed her again and she struggled to remain in the moment. Her mind wandered with images of tomorrow’s games and all of the horrendous ways he could die. She did consider him winning but she knew he had never faced an opponent such as The Mighty Theokoles. His size nearly doubled Bucky who was well fit in his own right.

Bucky fought double swords while Theokoles took all victories with double spears. Theokoles was her father’s favorite champion. Whenever he fought, the crowd swelled within the arena, bringing in much coin to his purse. Tomorrow’s games would be no different. Senator Claudius Tiberius Sextus would be attending and if the games fair well, her father would be able to speak with him about elevating his position from praetor to governor. With the senator’s backing her father could very quickly rise to a higher power.

 Bucky nipped at her ear, making her gasp and hold him tighter. She let out her breath with a low moan and Bucky began to work faster. He kissed down her neck to her shoulder. 

 Cassia’s hands had also begun to roam. Being a slave, Bucky wore nothing but a little bit of cloth to cover his hips. Her fingers traced his bare and chiseled stomach, then they ran around his torso to feel the strength in his back.

Just before Cassia and Bucky could take things any further, Steve came running up quick.

“You must come back!” Steve whispered loudly as he pulled Bucky from Cassia’s arms.

Bucky looked back desperate and Cassia ran to catch his hand and follow.

“What happened?” Cassia whispered, praying to whatever god would hear her that she may have more time with him.

“Doctore has called for him. He must answer from his room, lest you be discovered.” Steve said quickly as he hurried them back to the gate.

Before Steve could push Bucky through the iron cell door, Bucky ripped from his grasp and took Cassia in his arms again, kissing her with solidity and fervor.

He pulled back with a happy smile. “I will free us both tomorrow, you will see.”

Cassia yanked the blue beaded necklace from her neck, breaking the latch, and pressed it into his chest. His hand covered hers. “Take this, that I may be with you in the arena.”

He kissed her again, “You always are, my love.”

Steve pulled Bucky hard and shoved him through. “Go!”

The guard hurried Bucky back into the darkness of the ludus corridors and he was gone from Cassia’s sight.

Her heart sank to no longer be in his arms but she didn’t have time to grieve because suddenly Steve wrapped an arm around her waist and she was hurled the other direction. Steve then took her hand and tossed his torch into a nearby barrel of water, putting it out. He ran them back through the halls and the training yard and back to the final gate.

The two guards who’d kept watch hadn’t moved nor did they now. Steve helped Cassia back on her horse and then mounted his own.

“Hurry,” He said. “We mustn’t be discovered.” and he kicked his horse, slapping Cassia’s as he passed. They both rode back to the city as fast as their horses would go. As they neared the city walls Steve broke to the left, leaving Cassia to ride the rest of her way, alone.

*  *  *  *

 The roar of the crowd was nearly deafening as Cassia sat in the pulvinar. The servants behind her slowly waved fans at her back. She hated that this was the life she led. Having servants and being expected to command them. No one should be commanded or forced to do anything they didn’t want to and people shouldn’t be owned. She’d grown up with servants and she’d seen the cruelties they’d endured. It made her sick. She never struck at her servants, save once when her father demanded it and she promptly apologized once in the privacy of her room- she was only fifteen then.

Cassia sat beside The Captain as they both awaited the primus, the final fight of the games. It was why everyone had come. The executions and following fights entertained the crowd, to be sure, but they came for Theokoles and Winter’s Soldier.

Bucky had acquired his Gladiatorial Title after a brutal and bloody defeat in the snowy arena in the northern outskirts of Rome. Bucky had beheaded his opponent and the blood spatter looked like a legion eagle, thus being named Winter’s Soldier.

She hated that name.

The gladiators in the arena below her clashed as their armor and shields collided. A man with a red feather atop his helmet thrust his sword upward in the final strike. The crowd erupted in cheers as they basked in the gore. Cassia turned her head.

“My lovely daughter never could stomach the games.” Her father said to Senator Claudius.

Claudius looked over his shoulder and chuckled at Cassia before turning back to Marcus. “The delicacy of women.” He teased.

Cassia clenched her jaw then stood. “I should like to get some air before the primus, please excuse me, father.”

“I’ll escort you.” Steve offered.

“How very kind of you, Captain.” Marcus smirked. “I’m hoping to have him as a son-in-law soon.” He said to Claudius.

Claudius nodded and smiled. “It would be a wise arrangement.”

Cassia hurried out of the pulvinus and Steve followed. She only made it as far as the second corner before she almost collapsed. Steve caught her arm and she grabbed him. “I can’t do this Steve. I can’t sit there as my father uses the life of the man I love to elevate himself so that he can enslave more people!”

Steve sighed and helped Cassia to stand upright. “Not to mention the humor at your expense.”

She snapped her head at him, “I’d have him shout my worthlessness to the gods if it meant Bucky didn’t have to fight!”

Steve shushed her and stepped closer.  “Calm yourself!” He whispered at her. “Keep shouting and he’ll hear you.”

She shook her head. “Tell me the truth, does Bucky stand a chance?”

Steve paused. “I- I don’t know.”

It wasn’t the answer she wanted but it was the answer she expected. Her lip quivered but she clenched her jaw, took a deep breath and straightened. She nodded her head once. “Right.”

The horns blared in the arena to announce the beginning of the primus and both Steve and Cassia jumped and turned back to the path to the pulvinar. The arena shook with the stomps and cheers of the crowd.

Cassia tensed and started to run back to her seat but Steve grabbed her arm. “I have to confess to you!” He shouted so he could be heard but he pulled her close to keep their conversation private. “I can not let your father rise to be governor. He will not leave this arena today bro will the Senator. It is how I will settle my debts with The Falcon and save Rome from yet another tyrant.”

Her eyes widened and tears pricked her eyes at the vastness of what the rest of the primus will bring. But she knew her father was a mad tyrant, for him to be in power any higher would be devastating. So, she nodded her head. She understood what needed to be done.

“Where will you go?” She asked.

“Arrangements have been made. There are a few senators who will back me.”

Suddenly, she had a thought. “What did The Falcon give you?” Her expression left no room for lies or dismissal.

He pulled a small dagger from his waist for just a moment before concealing it again but she saw the markings of yet another corrupt senator, Senator Julius. Thats when she figured it out, Julius was to be framed for her father’s murder.

She nodded. Whatever plan The Falcon had drawn was well thought out. Three evil men would be taken down. Cassia wanted to feel sorry for her father’s fate but there was little chance that he would ever be anything but wicked.

They were both brought back to the moment when they heard Marcus begin to announce the final fight.

Steve took her hand and they ran back to the pulvinar.

“My fellow citizens!” Her father shouted with arms wide. “It is my great honour and privilege to host these games for you today! But The honour of announcing the primus,” The crowd erupted briefly, “The honour goes to the magnificent Senator Claudius Tiberius Sextus!”

Claudius stood up proud and raised his arms as Marcus sat back down.

“Good people! I present to you from the house Lentullus Sepius Romulos, Winter’s Soldier!”

The crowd cheered and some booed. Some threw flowers and others rotten food.

Bucky emerged from the left of the arena. His waist was covered in cloth and belts. His legs were covered up to the mid thigh in leather and gauze. His right arm was bare but his left was covered in chainmail and metal plates. He walked out of the iron gate with both swords already drawn. He ignored the cheers of the crowd and whatever was thrown his way and he looked up and locked eyes with Cassia.

Her breath caught in her throat and she squeezed Steve’s hand.

“And your reigning champion!” Claudius continued and the arena began to stomp. “Theokoles!!”

The crowd screamed and cheered and the massive man burst from his side of the arena with arms raised high and he screamed with pride.

Theokoles pointed one of his two spears at Bucky and then spun them both around.

Bucky stood firm where he could see Cassia and he didn’t even look to his opponent.

“This is a fight to the death!” Claudius shouted over the roar. “The winner of this Primus will receive a Rudis! And with that, his freedom!!”

Cassia walked to the edge of the Pulvinar and gripped the harsh stone.

Claudius dropped an arm and yelled, “Begin!”

Steve was at Cassia’s side in an instant, eager to see the fight.

Theokoles charged Bucky with a roar and Bucky swung his swords in one full rotation and prepared for impact. 

The fight felt like it took ages and yet it seemed to be nearly over in minutes. Bucky landed fair hits to Theokoles but the beast of a gladiator paid his wounds no mind.

Bucky took blow after blow as Theokoles showed no mercy. Theokoles cut Bucky’s side, back and right shoulder. Bucky was bleeding and fading.

“Steve,” Cassia’s breathing was short as she feared the worst. “Steve stop this.”

“There’s nothing I can do,” He said as he watched in horror.

“Kill him, now.” She said as she glanced to her father.

 Steve considered it but, “I-” She could see he was afraid.

Marcus looked over to his daughter. “My, Cassia, I never have seen you so invested.”

She turned to him, her final hope. “Father, please, if you have any love for me, I beg you to stop this game.”

Marcus looked stunned and offended, “Stop the games? Why would I do that? Look at this crowd!” He gestured an arm out and Bucky screamed as Theokoles landed another blow. “They love this!”

Cassia’s heart sank in despair. Bucky swung his arm around in an attempt to cut his opponent but Theokoles hit him in the jaw with the back of his spear. Bucky stumbled back and looked up to Cassia. Blood ran from a cut on his head, over his eye and down his face. He was covered in blood and sand and as he looked to Cassia, his eyes told her he knew he couldn’t win.

“Father, please!” She cried.

It was then that it dawned on Marcus. “Cassia, do you-” he chuckled, “Do you have feelings for Winter’s Soldier?”

Theokoles grabbed Bucky by the hair and laughed. Bucky whirled around as best he could and sliced through the back of Theokoles’ knee, severing the tendons. Theokoles screamed out and dropped to the ground. Bucky regained his footing and the crowd was stunned.

To stir the people in his favor, Bucky raised his arms and screamed so loud, he felt his vocal chords ripping.

The crowd joined him in praise.

“Looks like your beloved might  survive after all,” Marcus taunted his daughter. “But I wouldn’t count on it.”

Bucky turned to the pulvinar and raised his armored arm to Cassia.

Movement behind him caught her eye but before she could even breathe, Theokoles hurled a spear at Bucky.

Bucky’s eyes went wide. He looked over at his shoulder, his arm dropped as he watched the blood drip down his chest.

The spear had impaled his left shoulder just below his armor. The bloody spear head stuck out through the top of his chest. He struggled to breathe. It must have hit his lung.

Cassia screamed out his name.

Steve turned to Marcus. “Stop the games,” he demanded.

Marcus waved him off. “Don’t be ridiculous, Captain. Friends or not, that man,” he pointed to Bucky, “Is a criminal and chose to be a gladiator to pay his dues.”

“That man is a hero and you know it to be true. You condemn him to death for sport and to elevate yourself, you selfish-”

“Hold your tongue, Captain.” Marcus warned.

Bucky stumbled forward, eyes finding Cassia’s again. His mouth moved but she couldn’t make out what he was saying.

Theokoles stood on his only usable leg and grabbed his final spear. He changed his grip and prepared to strike but before he could, Bucky dropped to his knees and threw away his swords.

 He held up a finger to the pulvinar, a sign of surrender in hopes his life could be spared buy the call of the editor.

“Marcus!” Cassia called at her father. “Call life!”

Marcus grinned. “I do not make the call.” He turned to Claudius, “Senator, how should we proceed?”

Senator Claudius stood and watched the crowd. Most of them threw out a thumbs down, urging him to call for Bucky’s death. They favored Theokoles and Cassia knew it.

“I won’t be from him in death.” Cassia said to Steve. “Help me.”

The sands of the arena were only ten feet below. Cassia climbed over the waist high stone and Steve helped lower her to the sands.

“Cassia!” Marcus cried out and stood from his chair. “Have you gone mad?!”

The Senator, who ignored the commotion around him, smiled to the crowd and stuck out his hand- thumb down.

The crown began to chant and cheer, “Death! Death! Death! Death!”

Cassia lifted her robes and ran to Bucky as fast as she could, but it wasn’t fast enough. She watched as Theokoles drew back his final spear and hurled it at Bucky’s back. The spear went straight through his chest and came out the other side dripping in blood.

Cassia screamed, “NO!” and ran faster.

Bucky lurched forward and caught himself with his hands. Trying desperately to take a full breath. He could hear her voice but she seemed so far away.

Cassia stooped over as she ran and grabbed one of Bucky’s swords. Tears blurred her vision but accuracy was not important. She shouted and with all her might she slashed at Theokoles, who was turned away in victory.

The blade sliced open his side and some of his organs slipped out. He cried out in agony and fell to the sand. She climbed on top of his crumpled body and slung the sword again, lodging it in the place where his neck met his shoulder. She flinched when blood splattered all over her.

Theokoles did not get up.

Cassia didn’t know if she’d killed him or not but she didn’t care. She ran to bucky and fell to her knees in front of him. “Medicus!” She screamed, “Please, someone fetch the medicus!”

She drew Bucky’s head up and blood dripped from his mouth. It hung loose from his jaw and his eyes drooped.

“Bucky,” She sobbed, “Bucky, please, don’t leave me!”

His hand reached up weakly and touched her bloodied cheek, smearing it into her skin. “You’re hurt.” He whispered gruffly.

She shook her head. “The blood is not mine. Bucky, please get up. We must go.”

A scream from the crowd and Cassia’s head turned to the pulvinar. Her father lay halfway over the balcony, Steve above him, stabbing him in the chest two, three, four times before turning on the Senator.

 He must have found his courage to pay his debts.

Like a bolt of lightning, men on horses swarmed the arena sands firing arrows into the crowd. Everyone screamed and ran from their seats.

But the chaos meant nothing to her.

She rubbed her thumb across his cheek. “Bucky, get up.” She cried. “Get up!”

Bucky’s hand fell and a flash of blue caught Cassia’s eye. Her necklace slipped out from under the armor on Bucky’s left arm- he’d wrapped it around his wrist.

Bucky looked up to her. “You are...always with me, my love. And I...with you.” His voice was fading as was the color from his face.

She lifted his head, where he could no longer, and kissed him. She pulled back with his blood on her lips and in her mouth. “I love you, Bucky. I love you with all that I am.”

“I love you...Cassia,” he tried to breathe but instead wheezed and coughed blood, “My life...my...only…”

Bucky fell to the ground, eyes open and gripping Cassia’s hand firmly. She cried out in agony and wept over him. Her hands palmed at his hair, brushing it from his face as she kissed him again and again, begging him to return to her.

The arena was burning. The screams of the crowd had long faded and now only a few men on horses remained.

A hand grabbed her arm and tugged. “Cassia, we must go!”

She turned in her grief to see Steve’s eyes pleading with her. “Please, we must go, now!”

“I won’t leave him!” She cried.

“You must!” Steve wrapped his arm around her waist and heaved. Cassia was lifted from the bloody sand and thrown onto a horse. Steve mounted behind her and took off.

She screamed and begged him to go back but he ignored her, wiping the tears from his own eyes at the sight of his closest friend dead upon the sands.

The Falcon rode up beside them and called out, “Follow me! This way has burned down. The only exit is north!” Steve followed behind The Falcon and Cassia wailed as they passed Bucky one final time.

Bucky’s body lay still in death. The sand around him was stained red. His opponent dead several meters away. The wind blew the fire all around as the arena continued to burn.

Cassia’s necklace remained wrapped around his wrist.

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Kurtbastian one-shot - “Eyes on the Road” (Rated M)

Summary: Driving down the highway while on vacation, Kurt notices how tense his husband looks and decides to try something he saw in a movie once to loosen him up. It does the job a little too well ... (1970 words)

Notes: This is a re-write I decided to do for Halloween because I think it's really funny. XD Inspired by the movie 'Parenthood'.

Part 58 of Daddies.

Read on AO3.

“That was the insurance agent,” Sebastian says, putting his jacket around Kurt’s shoulders and rubbing his husband’s arms to keep the chill of the night air away. “They're sending a tow. We're gonna call an Uber to take us to the hotel, but they’ll have a rental for us in the morning.”

“That’s … that’s great,” Kurt grumbles. "Just peachy." 

Sebastian snickers. Kurt's cheeks flame red and he hangs his head. He can’t look Sebastian in the eyes, but he also doesn’t want to see Sebastian’s baby - his Porsche Cayman - wrapped around the trunk of an ancient English Oak.

Kurt isn't angry at his husband. This isn't Sebastian's fault. And for as bad as this night has been, Kurt is more embarrassed than upset.

“Are you alright? Nothing hurts? Nothing broken?” Sebastian asks for the fifth time, and for the fifth time, Kurt answers, “Yeah … sure … great.”

There’s nothing else Kurt can think of to say. Physically, he’s fine. Emotionally, he could live a hundred years and never, ever live this down.

Plus, Sebastian is being such a good sport about this.

That makes this whole situation suck worse.

They’re supposed to be on vacation. They got Thomas excused from school and took one week away to visit Kurt’s dad over Halloween. That way, Burt wouldn't have to travel hours to see his grandson dress in costume and go begging for candy. 

But Kurt and Sebastian had ulterior motives. They planned this trip to Ohio to escape everything: PTA meetings, stress, Sebastian’s ultra-needy clients, and Kurt’s new winter clothing line, coming together slowly, but on time for the Vogue Winter Extravaganza.

They'd been traveling to the city more than normal, and they both agreed that they'd forgotten how crowded and hectic it could be, especially at the start of the holidays. It's just Halloween, but that's the top step of a slide that shoots straight into Thanksgiving, loop-de-loops for a few weeks, then slingshots into Christmas.

Isabelle is pretty good about leaving Kurt be when he needs time away and diverting business calls to his receptionist. But Sebastian’s phone wouldn’t stop ringing, which tends to happen when every client you have thinks they're your only client. He shut the damn thing off, but that didn’t solve the problem. It only delayed it for a while. Once he turned it back on, he found he had a million messages, both text and voice, and in less than a minute, it began to ring again.

Sebastian had to change his ring tone. As much as he loves the song Running Home to You, he got sick of hearing it so much.

He didn't want this vacation to be the catalyst that made him hate it.

Driving down the interstate from the Hummel house to their hotel, Sebastian looked tense, gripping the wheel so tightly, Kurt thought he might tear it off the steering column. Kurt's dad and stepmom had noticed Sebastian on edge, too. They offered to take Thomas for the night, giving Kurt and Sebastian some alone time at their hotel.

But Kurt couldn't wait till they got there.

He had to do something. He’d never seen Sebastian so wound up.

He was afraid that if he didn’t find a way to calm Sebastian down, he’d snap, veer off the highway in a rage, and drive straight into a tree.

Not really, but Kurt had an appreciation for the dramatic.

At most, Sebastian would get back to their room and spend the whole night watching Battlestar Galactica reruns on TV. 

He'd been prescribed medication for a chronic case of stress-related acid reflux and had suffered three major bouts of insomnia since the beginning of the fiscal year. Kurt didn’t want that to happen again, not here, where they had come back to the familiar to get away from it all.

Kurt had an idea, but he didn’t know quite how to execute it. It wasn’t exactly his idea. It came from an old movie his dad had been watching during A&E’s Salute to Steve Martin. Kurt had rolled his eyes when he saw it, thought it immature and uncouth. But looking at Sebastian, a vein throbbing in his neck from the anxiety of phone call avoidance, Kurt thought he would give it a try.

What could it hurt?

Kurt had given Sebastian countless hand jobs while driving before. A blow job couldn’t be much more difficult.

Sebastian was focused on the road, his brain caught in a web of issues that had nothing to do with Lima, Halloween, visiting his in-laws, or even Kurt. He didn’t notice Kurt undo the buckle of his belt, unbutton the fly of his jeans, then sneak underneath his arm to get at his flaccid member. It took Kurt grabbing his husband’s cock and sticking it in his mouth before Sebastian reacted, jumping at the unexpected sensation of hot and wet, then letting out a long gasp as that heat crept under his skin.

“God, Kurt,” Sebastian moaned. “W-what are you doing? You can’t … we shouldn’t … be doing that now.”

"Wow," Kurt mumbled. "That's quite a change of tune for the man who used to accept a b.j. pretty much anywhere."

"True, but I'm older. Wiser. Undecided as to whether or not I want my obituary to mention that this is how I died."

“You don’t think you’re a good enough driver to handle a little distraction?” Kurt looked up from Sebastian’s lap, a half-smile on his moistened lips.

“I didn’t say that.” That, to Kurt, was as good as the go-ahead, and he went back to circling the head of Sebastian’s cock with his tongue. “B-but …” Sebastian interrupted in a shuddering voice, “w-what if a cop notices your head in my lap and we get pulled over?”

Kurt climbed up Sebastian’s chest - right hand stroking slowly, the fingers of his left threading into his husband’s hair. “I’ll just tell that nosy officer that I was sitting here beside my sexy husband, getting hard and bothered, and I couldn’t help myself. I just had to have my mouth on him. Then I’d tell him to move along.”

Sebastian smirked. “You’d say that, hmm?”

“You bet your gorgeous ass I would.” And Kurt sank slowly back into his husband’s lap to get his mouth around him again.

“But I wanna be able to properly enjoy it,” Sebastian whined as his husband’s talented tongue began long laps up and down his shaft.

“If you don’t enjoy it,” Kurt purred, “I promise a repeat performance back at the hotel.”

“Mmm, I'm gonna hold you to that.”

“Please do.” Kurt paused a moment to kiss Sebastian gently down the length of his erection – soft little pecks he knew drove his husband wild. “So relax, keep your eyes on the road, and try not to kill us, okay?”

“O-okay,” Sebastian agreed, adjusting his seat as far back as it would go and toeing the pedals to let Kurt work his magic.

Kurt hadn’t meant to make this the best b.j. of Sebastian’s life. He didn't even think that was possible at this point in Sebastian's sexual life. He had hoped to keep his husband at a low boil, relax him but leave him a horny mess so that when they got back to their room, the real fun could begin. But Sebastian sounded like he was enjoying it so much, that he was so desperate to cum, it spurred Kurt on. He found himself doing everything he could to make his husband moan louder, buck up into his mouth, swear like a sailor.

It didn’t take long to get Sebastian to the point where he was shallowly, but rhythmically, snapping his hips. And even though Kurt had intended on torturing him all the way back to their hotel, he was kind of relieved. He had heard Sebastian’s car engine rev twice now. Kurt couldn’t get a good look at the speedometer, but he had a feeling his husband might be exceeding the speed limit.

“Oh, God, Kurt. I’m … I’m cumming, Kurt. I’m …” It was at the moment of his fantastic climax that Sebastian shut his eyes for a split second, opening them when a horn honked too loud and much too close for comfort. Sebastian turned the wheel abruptly, swerving out of the path of oncoming traffic and plowing into a tree. How ever he hit the aged oak, the airbags malfunctioned, which turned out to be a blessing since the force behind one of those deploying might have snapped Kurt’s neck. As it was, Sebastian had managed to slow down enough that, even though the damage to the vehicle looked tremendous, the two shaken men were able to unbuckle their seat belts and exit the car.

Kurt’s mother always said that a separate God looked after fools and children.

Kurt peeks up at the smoking remains of Sebastian’s demolished engine.

Kurt is a thirty-five-year-old man. That definitely makes him a fool.

Flashing lights approach from the slow lane and pull up beside Sebastian’s wrecked Porsche. Kurt knew a highway patrol officer would probably be along any time, but he still didn’t want to have to face up to what happened. Not to a man with a badge and a gun.

The officer doesn’t get out of his patrol car right away, which unnerves Kurt. But he has to remember that the man has things he has to do first: run Sebastian’s plates, check the secret police database to make sure it’s not stolen, that two men fitting their descriptions aren’t wanted by the law. When the officer does leave his car, he has in his possession the brightest flashlight Kurt has ever seen. He shines it almost in their eyes, its beam bouncing from Sebastian, who raises a hand and waves; to Kurt, who nods solemnly and looks down at his shoes; to the once immaculate black car, folded almost in half. Luckily, no one had pulled over with them, either to help them or harass them, so the only two people who know what happened are Kurt and Sebastian.

And Kurt intends on taking this to his grave.

“Good evening,” the officer says. “You gentlemen look like you got yourselves into a bit of trouble.”

“Yes, sir,” Sebastian says. “I’m afraid we did.”

“Are either of you hurt? Do you need medical attention?”

Kurt curls in on himself further, but Sebastian shakes his head, cool and calm, as if his husband isn’t trying to disappear into his own skin like the house at the end of the movie Poltergeist that crumbled inside out before blinking out of existence.

“No,” Sebastian answers. “Luckily, we both came out okay. Not even a scratch.”

“That’s good to hear.” The officer approaches them, wearing a genuine-enough smile. “Do you need a tow truck?”

“No.” Sebastian continues to carry the conversation while Kurt, maintaining a low profile, is quietly impressed by how collected his husband sounds. Maybe that blow job helped a little. Kurt has that to be proud of. It probably wasn’t worth a $60,000 car, though. “I contacted my insurance company. They’re sending a tow.”

“Great. In that case, can either one of you tell me what happened?”

Sebastian glances sideways at his mortified husband, a smile on his lips hiding multiple embarrassing remarks at Kurt’s expense.

“Uh, do you want to tell him what happened, Kurt?” Sebastian asks. “You did say that you’d handle it.”

“No,” Kurt replies quietly, holding himself tighter, thinking that now is not the appropriate time for his husband to be teasing him. Though, if Kurt had stuck to what was appropriate and waited till they got to their hotel room before deep-throating his husband, they might not be in this mess. “No, I do not.”

[fandomqueen44]

9 months to hell and back: A Tim x Female Dallas Story

So this is an idea that wouldn't leave my head and has even haunted my dreams.

Point out any mistakes in comments and I'll fix lol

Warnings: Mild Violence and Pregnancy. Probably misspellings.

Summary: Tim accidentally knocked up Dallas Winston after a rumble. But...everything happens for a reason right?

.....

Week 6

Dallas Winston was in a god awful mood today, even worse then her usual moods. She huffed as she pulled herself off of Bucks bathroom floor and flushed the toilet, brushing her teeth in an effort to get the taste of vomit away from her mouth. She groaned and splashed her face with cold water, groaning a bit as she gazed in the mirror.

She was by all means a pretty girl. She was about 5'9 and weighed a nice 125 pounds, with a pleasant curve to her body and a rounded face, with wild brown hair, her skin having a dusting of freckles across it.

She groaned a bit and got dressed, frowning as she looked down and noticed her stomach was ever so slightly rounded. She just took it as a sign that she'd finally began putting on weight (Darry had suggested to her that she do) and carried on.

She went outside and saw Buck smoking. Normally she would join in for a stick or two, but her stomach clenched at it and another bout of nausea hit her. She groaned and went back inside. Maybe her period was close?

She laid back on her bed and through about whatever came to mind. She grimes as a craving for a blizzard from Dairy Queen hit her, but she again shrugged it off as her period coming.

Week 9

She was with the Curtis Gang when another wave of Nausea hit her. She groaned mentally, shifted in her seat on the couch, and tried to go back to watching the movie. Her period hadn't come yet, but it had never been regular anyways. She just tried to watch the movie and eat popcorn, but the taste just only made the nausea worse.

Week 13

Dallas frowned in the mirror and lifted up her shirt. Her stomach was starting to curve out now, and she had gained about 10 or so pounds, but it wasn't soft like she'd expect. It was almost like jello more then anything. She frowned and tugged her shirt down, frowning as she still saw it poke out. She sighed, thinking to herself.

When her period hadn't come for 2 months, she took it as a blessing. Now it had been three months, and her mind began to wonder to another option, one she wants entirely sure she was ready to face.

"Am I....." She mumbled to herself before dismissing the thought. That wasn't a reality she was ready for.

That she was pregnant, and fucking Tim Shepard was the father.

She just shook her head and grabbed a beer, or thought about it before grabbing a water instead. Just in case.

Week 15

She sighed as she saw her belly poke out more. She had to be pregnant, there was no other explanation at this point, but her mind refused to really believe it.

She walked to the drugstore and grabbed a test, one of the slightly more expensive ones, and took it, anxiously pacing until it dinged 5 minutes later.

She picked it up and just shook her head in resignation. Postive.

Oh.....that Shepard was so going to pay for this....after she puked.

Week 18

She walked into the clinic shyly, wearing a jacket to hide her bump. She didn't need any rumors flying already. She hadn't even told the gang yet, although, she was sure Darry suspected. She filled out the chart and waited in the room, looking at the other women there and looking away when she found herself staring at just how large a few of them were. She sighed softly as a doctor called her back for the first Ultrasound.

She got on the seat and saw an odd looking machine. Ultrasounds were still rather new technology, only having come out 10 years ago. She wasn't entirely sure she trusted it.

The doctor told her to lay on her back and lift her shirt, which she did shyly. She usually wasn't so shy, but doctors always made her nervous.

The doctor put a gel on her stomach before moving the wand-like object around. Dallas looked at the screen anxiously until a shape came into being.

The doctor looked over the screen for a while. "When was the last time you were...active...?" The doctor asked.

Dallas thought for a moment. "Almost 4 months ago..." She said softly. She was known for sleeping around, but she stopped shortly after she began to notice the pregnancy, more ashamed of her weight at the time than anything.

The doctor nodded and thought a bit more. He explained a few more things, stating that the baby looked in good health and was growing nicely.

The doctor printed her a photo and got it developed the same day for her. She took it and walked off, her mind swarming.

Week 20

It turns out, Tim Shepard was a really hard guy to find when she actually wanted to see him. She grumbled and walked around his part of town. She had her bump hidden as best she could, but her jacket did little to hide it these days.

She then decided to walk to the drive in and smirked seeing Tim's car. Slashing tires always got his attention. She flicked her blade and slashed a hole in one and walked off.

She walked to the Curtis house and let herself in like usual. She handed around before sitting by Johnny, subtly frowning as her bump (which was halfway by now) seemed to be more pronounced when she sat.

Johnny sat by her and looked at her in concern. "How are ya doin' Dal?" He asked.

"Fine." She said, before Two-bit politely handed out beer. He handed her one but she polity sent it away.

The jokester frowned at her. "What's up Dal? You sick?"

"Something like that." She replied, looking down.

Darry came from the kitchen and looked at her. He must have just finished a shower. "Unzip." He said, gesturing to her jacket.

Dally arched a brow in fake confusion, but Darry gave a look and she slowly complied, unzipping the jacket which let her bump be that much bigger.

"I knew it." He said. "You're pregnant aren't you?"

Dally looked down with a small nod.

Darry sighed. "Do you at least know who the father is?"

Dally glared a bit before realising he had a point, as she had the reputation. She nods. "It's Tim."

"Fucking what?!" Steve yelled in surprise. Sure, everyone knew she and Tim messed around, but Dallas Fucking Winston....pregnant ?

"Does he know?" Johnny asked quietly. He had suspected, but never said anything.

Dallas sighed. "Not yet...haven't been able to find him."

"Ah, speak of the Devil." Soda said, who had been watching out the window. A few seconds later, there was an angry knock.

Dallas instinctively went to zip her jacket, but Johnny grabbed her hand and stopped her, shaking his head.

"He deserves to know." He said. "Let him see."

Dallas swallowed. Why was she so nervous...?

Darry opened the door to reveal an angry Tim in all of his glory. God, he was sexy when mad. (Which, when Dally reflected, is what landed her in the situation in the first place.)

"Where's Dallas?" Tim asked in cold Anger.

"Inside but....well..." Darry stumbled for a moment. "well, you'll just have to see for yourself."

Tim arched a brow in confusion but stepped inside the Curtis house, his eyes landing on the Brunette. Something was off, he knew it. He could feel the tension in the air.

He stepped closer, and by the third step, he realised what was off. He glanced down and saw a definite swell on Dallas. He blinked and then saw it again.

There was a long silence.

"It's mine isn't it...?" Tim asked slowly, his anger seeming to fade away.

Dallas stayed silent for a moment and nodded, looking away.

Tim swallowed and walked up to her. He knealt before her, which was a rarity. Dallas looked at him confused.

Tim put a shakey hand on the swell and sighed. He looked at Dallas and then back to the bump. "I'll try to be there....if you want me that is?" He looked at her.

Dallas swallowed, the look in his eyes holding a....pleading feel. She looked down. "Sure..." She mumbled.

Week 25

Tim had began coming to the Curtis house more often to see and be with Dallas. They were in an awkward relationship to say the least, as neither had been on any real dates with the other but now they were having a kid together.

They had also began looking for a cheap apartments to live since Tim's side of town was not ideal and Bucks was a horrible place for a child.

She was on the couch eating some candies in the Curtis living room. They were the only ones at house currently, since Pony was in school and the others were out and about.

Tim sat beside her awkwardly and they held a small staring contest before Dallas felt something. "I think the kid kicked..." She said, unsure. She had felt it move before, but never actually kick.

Tim looked at her and, almost shyly, touched her bump, and soon enough, felt the kick hismelf. His eyes winded and a grin lit his face. He kissed the bump a bit and smiled softly. "I promise to be better for you than either of our dads were." He said to it.

Dally felt her eyes tear up, the sweet sentiment doing a number on her emotions. There was no way she'd make it through this with her dignity in tact.

Week 30

Now nearing the last stretch of her pregnancy, Dallas Winston was very obviously pregnant, and the talk of Tulsa. And she was sick of it, and impulsively said she was gonna join the rumble, which lead to a rather dumb argument.

She was out for a walk to clear her head after the dumb argument with Tim, when she heard the signature thrum of a car. She didn't think anything of it until she saw it was most definitely a socs car. She hoped they were just passing through since, as much as she hated to admit it, she probably couldn't fight for shit with this bump on her which was already giving her a slight waddle.

The car kept following her, slowing. She sighed. Great. Fucking perfect. She frowned as she realised it was night, and friend more as she saw the socs were drunk. She reached for her knife, only to realise she never brought it.

"nice going..." She thought to herself. "You totally screwed yourself."

A group of 7 socs popped out, and she noticed on was Bob. She glared at them and tried to keep going, but Bob grabbed her by the arm and slammed her against him. She gaged at the smell of alcohol and smoke.

"shit...." She thought panicked as she saw the group all had knives.

"Look what we have 'ere boys....a pregnant slut..." Bob slurred loudly to the group who laughed.

Normally, she would have already beat the group to pulp, but she suddenly remembered she was very pregnant when she squirmed and fled the child squirm. She shivered as bob lifted her shirt up and pressed his knife Into her stomach, drawing a small amount of blood.

"shit...." She panicked mentally, trying to get away. Bob gripped her tighter.

"Stop moving. It would be a shame if something happened to a mother before birth." The drunk taunted.

Her body froze and she looked down, her heart racing, trying to think of an out. She noticed she was surrounded and whimpered a bit against her will.

"Aww. Is mommy Winston scared?" A doc cooed mockingly. She yelled as she saw the man brace to punch her, aiming for her stomach as bob held her...

But the blow never came. She peered an eye open to see a very, very pissed off Tim Shepard. She had never seen the man so mad!

"Leave her alone you punk." Tim growled, holding the socs wrist firmly.

"Oh, it's her knight in shining hair!" Bob laughed.

"Actually, she has two." Came Two-bits voice from behind Bob. Two-bit held his prized knife to bob's neck, which made the doc let go of Dallas, who took off back to her and Tim's new place. It want by any means a great apartment, but it would serve until they could afford an actual house.

Tim came in a few minutes after, a little bloody but otherwise fine. He walked in and looked her over.

By now, the Adrenaline had worn off, and the realization of what almost happened hit Dallas hard. She wrapped her arms firmly around Tim and started to cry a bit.

Tim stood stunned before wrapping his arms firmly around her and rubbing her back, gently rocking.

"T-They were gonna...." She whimpered out quietly through chocked sobs.

Tim frowned and kissed her head. "I know Babe, I know." He said softly.

That was the night something shifted in both of them.

Week 38

Dallas was 2 weeks away from her due date, which everyone was happy for. Partly to meet the new baby, but also to make her not be pregnant anymore since she was even moodier now.

She was on the couch at the Curtis house and curled up, sitting with Johnny while Tim was out. She was eating some chocolate Tim had gotten her. She shifted around and Johnny glanced at her.

"You alright?" He asked

"Yeah, the kids just kicking more than usual is all." She said.

Johnny nodded, doubtful.

Indeed, a few hours later, she hissed in pain. "That wasn't a kick...." She grumbled to Johnny.

Johnny ran and got the phone, Calling Darry.

"Dallas is in Labor."

15 hours later....

Tim frowned as he held her hand gently and squeezed it. Dallas had been in labor for almost 15 hours now and had murder in her eyes.

Tim couldn't blame her for wanting to murder him. He kissed her head. It turns out, Dallas was allergic to Epidural and all the other medicines they tried didn't really help her, so she had felt almost everything for the last 15 hours.

"I'm going to kill you after this..." She grumbled as another contraction passed.

22 hours....

Tim grunted as Dallas squeezed his hand again. The pushing had come, and Tim had looked to see the baby, having been told it was a miracle. Well, turns out, that is a trap and he never looked again, just Focusing on Dallas. "You're almost done babe." He said softly as she panted.

Her blocked out her profanity in exchange for the sound of a sheer cry. Tim looked at the child and felt his eyes water.

"It's a boy." A nurse said

He left Dallas to watch them clean his son off, revealing the soft blond hair the kid had. The nurses swaddled him and handed Tim the child. Tim awkwardly held the kid before crying a bit.

His son looked a lot like him, but had some features of Dallas, like the ears and the general face shape.

"You plan on sharing?" Dallas asked quietly in amusement.

Tim blushed embarassed and handed their son to her. She held him with a fond smile, as all her worry melted away. She kissed his red forehead and giggled.

It was strange for Tim to see her hold a baby with such a fond look, but he just smiled. It was a good strange.

He sat by her and put his arm under her and kissed her head. "Not bad."

And thus, Ethan Shepard had entered the world.

[never-forget-this]

I may go to a catholic school but it is still buck-fuckin-wild

I get friends who ask me what it’s like to go to an all-girls catholic school. tbh we aren't any less weird than a co-ed public school. the shit we pull is still outrageous

(also generally assume everyone I talk abt is a girl unless I specify otherwise. tho I do have some friends that identify as nonbinary (but I will specify pronouns if I talk about them))

- for the senior prank three years ago, they covered the entire freshmen hallway in five inches of those colorful balls you find in a ball pit

-the next year, the seniors covered a statue of mary THAT WAS BLESSED BY THE POPE in silly string

- the year after, they put this slutty mannequin whose face was fucked up outside the window of the principle’s office (she was new, we all hated her) and someone actually got her finding it—and then promptly screaming—on video (I saw the video, it’s pretty great) they sent out an email asking for the culprits, but we dont snitch—not here in america—so she kinda shrugged and those seniors got away with it

- we have an urban legend about “the white nun.” we love to freak out freshmen with it. my friend said to a group of freshmen “according to legend, she either drowned in the school pool, was trampled by a horse who stepped on and snapped her neck, or she was crushed by an elevator” (which are vastly and wildly different stories, mind you) and a freshmen said “wait this school has an elevator??” and my friend snorted and went “not anymore”

- that same night was the freshman retreat, and everyone sleeps in the gym. at 4 am, some of the seniors volunteering flashed the lights, banged on all of the doors, and a girl ran in wearing a white sheet. freshmen screamed—i think two girls cried. it was a fun night

- went out with a couple classmates to a mall. we order some food and they give us had one of those disks thingys they give you and they vibrate and make noise and light up when your order is ready

one of us: how will I know when my orders ready

another girl, who is an honors and ap student, dissociating into another plane of existence:  I think the thingy will light up really lots (that was her grammar)

- my freshman year, our geometry teacher brought in a box full of 3d shapes (pyramids, cones, cylinders, prisms, etc) he wasn’t in the room so a girl pulled out a cone and said “what’s this” and without hesitation and complete an utter confidence, a girl goes “a pYRAMID!” (This was in an honors class)

- when asked what we did over the weekend, the same girl said “I RAN INTO A BOX”

- on our SENIOR English midterm, we were told to list all of this woman’s lovers from this one book, and my friends listed all the correct names except one. for him, she put “that guy who’s first and last names start with an A, I can’t remember, I’m sorry” aND SHE GOT FULL CREDIT. THE TEACHER PITIED HER

- on the same final, we had to give an example of a smile and a metaphor. a girl put for simile “He is like small pebble” for metaphor, she put “He is small pebble”

- on the same final, our SENIOR ENGLISH FINAL, the SECOND-TO-LAST ENGLISH FINAL WE WOULD HAVE IN HIGH SCHOOL, someone spelled “shakespeare” as “skaspear” she was having a rough day

and now, for my teachers

- my theology teacher who has gone through the learning and training to become a priest: just remember ladies, every religion started as a cult

- my school is actually over 100 years old and is considered one of the most haunted schools in america. my theology teacher casually mentions that “yea after sundown, nobody, not even teachers, are allowed to wander alone. we had a girl a few years back that, during the freshmen retreat, went to use the restroom and never came back. anyway, God wants you to know…” AND HE JUST CONTINUED WITH THE LESSON

I'll think of more

[kathyprior4200]

Heavenly Boss Episode Four: D.I.A.B.L.O.

“Welcome the wackiest episode of the season! When Elves and Diablos clash over the fates of a fallen cherub trio, things sure do happen.”

Oh, hello. Docile here, welcome back to Heaven! I know things were a bit wild and confusing last time. Let me try and explain a bit.

 Apparently the first Heaven’s blessing company C.H.E.R.U.B. had been under the guidance of one of my previous bosses, Kiva. I don’t know why anyone would approve of her, other than she’s famous for her singing in both Heavens. Instead of spreading faith and love, she wanted more fame and a chance to create her own world on Earth. She briefly used the cherubs’ powers to revive certain people on Earth and kill off others deemed “unworthy” in God’s eyes. There is a good reason why no one should bring back the dead. Even C.H.E.R.U.B. and my company E.L.F. know that would only cause overpopulation, war, and an alteration of history. It broke my heart when we had to reverse the damage Kiva had done. In the process, we freed C.H.E.R.U.B. from Kiva’s influence, Tirred from her influence and sent the dead back to the other side. We also had to erase the memories of the event from the mortals for obvious reasons. Thankfully, Deerie just straight up banished Kiva and her group…I heard they got arrested on Earth, but I have a feeling they may come back.

 Tirred’s been experiencing a few struggles with getting over the event. He had given into his desire for more status and like many angels in Heaven, he tends to see demons as “lesser than.” He’s being monitored under supervision for a bit just in case, but I think he can fix up his attitude…mostly.

 Recently, I got an update on how C.H.E.R.U.B. is doing. They had failed to save the life of a greedy inventor and were banished to Earth. I have a bad feeling that they’ll get corrupted in Hell and return for revenge against their I.M.P. rivals. I’m all for keeping I.M.P. in line to try and stop their horrible mass murders, but fighting fire with fire usually doesn’t end well. Although I think that indigo sheep, Collin, has the purest heart of the three.

 So far, we’ve been doing business in Heaven as usual: record keeping on human life, plus spreading God’s words of good faith (and trying to leave out the bad messages of “ditch your loser friends who you can’t use.”) There’s a difference between leading cooperatively and leading selfishly. True leadership requires lifting others up as well as yourself. I guess our Heavenly Father doesn’t trust anyone else due to Lucifer trying to take His throne all those centuries ago. Paperwork is always tedious but it must be done. I know our business tithers between legal and illegal but we’ll deal with any consequences that may arise. My job is my passion and my employees are like my family.

 Right now, my team and I are discussing some ways to meet and collaborate with C.H.E.R.U.B. I think they need some guidance on properly interacting with humans. Plus, I think Sunna and I are tempted to give those cute cherubs some hugs. Truthfully, I hope we can get to them before they “sink further down,” if you catch my drift. Ideally, C.H.E.R.U.B. could stay on Earth and continue protecting humanity. Or we could provide them sanctuary in our Heaven. The first option seems more likely due to both Deerie’s rules and interdimensional complications. It’s very rare for an individual to travel to the parallel universes…and Earth is in the middle of all the Heavens and Hells!

 But hey, surely it’s worth a try, right?

 Sunna was peacefully sleeping on one of the chairs around the smooth table at E.L.F. headquarters. The elves were seated in their spots with Docile at the head of the table.

 “Alright guys,” he said. “This is a very important mission. With Lord Gabriel’s help, I’ve pinpointed C.H.E.R.U.B.’s location to be in a forest near a lake, not too far from that inventor’s old mansion.” He pointed to certain spots on a holographic map in front of them. “It appears they briefly stayed in a church for sanctuary last December and are now trying to stay low. Gabriel said they had been helping other humans in secret but haven’t gotten rid of their desires for acknowledgement, praise and material gains.”

 “Hold up,” said Tirred with his usual yawn. “I thought that C.H.E.R.U.B. never asks for any fees.”

 “That is true, but I’m talking about what they seek. The three cherubs were raised in a culture that values perfection, reward and the pursuit of happiness…”

 Tirred coughed, “Americans,” which earned him a glare from his boss.

 Docile continued, “Even Heaven’s citizens have flaws of their own. Selfishness exists in everyone, no matter how altruistic they try to be. C.H.E.R.U.B. knows that if they spread love, they can also feel good about themselves. But they always expect something in return for their work. Money, praise, God’s grace, whatever it is. The point is, they never help others just for the sake of doing so.”

 “That actually makes sense,” Timmid added, brushing back her short white hair. “I wonder if they were so quick to collaborate with us because they just wanted us to promote their company.”

 “Which is what we’re randomly doing instead of, you know…worrying about ourselves in our reality!" Tirred added, waving his hands for emphasis. “We shouldn’t have to care about some other cheesy company.”

 Sunna happily mumbled “cheese” in her sleep.

 “You have a good point Tirred, but this is different,” Docile elaborated. “C.H.E.R.U.B. may be from another realm, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t at least try to help them out. Remember that we help humans and angels alike when we can.”

 “We can’t help everybody,” Tirred said. “Especially those humans and demons who…”

 “We’re not talking about them,” Docile added, holding up a hand. “There’s no need to be a downer when I’m trying to spread light onto a dire situation here, okay?”

 Tirred crossed his arms. “I’m helping you see the reality of things. The other angelic orders won’t approve of this. Especially since traveling to the parallel realms is forbidden!”

 “And the reality is that we will continue on with this mission because it’s the right thing to do,” Docile argued, standing his ground. “It is our job to help those in need, no matter how bizarre the situation may be. So for your sake, I suggest you keep yourself in line.”

 Tirred grumbled and backed away slightly. Docile sighed and straightened up.

 “Plus, we aren’t traveling to the other Heaven. We’re going to Earth. That’s where C.H.E.R.U.B. is.” He glanced over at the large leather bound Bible that allowed them to travel to Earth. He didn’t know how much longer Azrael and Samuel would allow him to keep it, but hopefully a bit longer.

 “Won’t we need disguises again?” Timmid asked. “Or Sunna?”

 “I think we’ll be alright with going in our true forms,” said Docile. “But remember to lay low and stick together. After all, C.H.E.R.U.B. will be in their regular forms…might as well meet angel to angel.”

 “Okay,” said Timmid.

 There was a knock on the door, which startled Sunna awake. “Guys, do you hear that?”

 “That was the door,” called Timmid.

 Sunna walked over and opened it. “Hello,” she said as two men entered. One was short and fat, the other was tall and thin.

 “Are those…supervillains?” asked Timmid.

 “More like superheroes!” called the thin man. He had an elegant white mustache and white-gray skin. He wore a white top hat with a purple brim and old time glasses with purple lens. His suit was white with a large purple cross in the center, the arrow pointing up. His boots were purple and his cape was light blue.

 The squat man beside him wore a white suit with thin blue lines on it with a beige collar. He wore a white bowler hat with a blue trim and white rimmed glasses with teal lens. His mustache was black and his skin was white-gray. Both men had halos and white wings.

 “I’m Straight Nate!” greeted the thin man. “Craftsman of all things straight and narrow! This is my partner Kyle Kipton!”

 “Nice to meet you both!” Docile said, shaking their hands. “How’d you get into Heaven?”

 Nate explained. “I wasn’t always a young man. Kyle and I ran Kyle-Nate Tools, a local shop for farmers. Earlier today, we were giving food, eggs and farming equipment to the poor. We could’ve saved so many. We both got involved in our job and felt so much younger than before. It was marvelous! Turns out that Lyle Lipton’s anti-aging machine in his factory was sending out rays that turned us younger and younger by the day. Our customers soon grew suspicious when we suddenly appeared as children. Both of us were almost handed over to police. We raced toward Lyle’s place, hoping to get back to our normal ages. But before we could reach him, the mob had cornered us with torches and pitchforks. We refused to give them what they wanted and they…killed me. It was a miracle that Lyle’s machine secrets didn’t get out. Everyone believed the mobsters to be crazy. Thanks to some angel magic, no one else sought to be young again.”

 “I died shortly after Nate,” said Kyle. “Almost thought about taking my life, but Covid 19 did that for me.”

 “Sorry,” said Sunna.

 “Brother bucking Covid ruins everything!” Docile spat.

 “Wait,” Tirred asked. “If you turned into children, why do you look so…”

 “Wise?” Kyle finished with a shrug. “Who knows? Age doesn’t matter for saints up here. We stay the same age as when we died on Earth like the sinners do in Hell.”

 “Well that story was a load of rubbish,” Tirred scoffed.

 “Don’t be rude,” Sunna chided.

 “It’s alright,” Nate said. “Kyle and I are trying to figure out what do to next now that we’re in Heaven. I wonder if there are any farms around that could use our help.”

 “I’ve never heard of farms in the sky before,” Kyle said.

 “Well Heaven has a whole society like Hell does, so schools, farms, houses, pretty much anything from all time periods exist here,” said Docile.

 “Have you heard of the Canadians?” asked Sunna. “They are anti-cannibals, against eating meat in all forms. A bunch of French-speaking vegetarian cultured folk. A bit eccentric. They make the best maple syrup and host the best air hockey games. You know, literally in the air…”

 Nate rolled his eyes. “People are so quick to judge these days.”

 On a nearby television screen, a commercial showed a dark teal skinned elf wearing a black outfit and a black hat, twirling a cane. “Are you looking for work to make solemn stories and formal films? Well call me at Sully Sirius’ Serious Idea Studios, where you can create art and get rich! The one who makes the best creation will receive two free tickets for Woo-Hoo Land! But still…I have standards for heaven’s sake!” A brief clip showed Sully selling holy water bottles at the theme park.

 “Wierdo,” muttered Kyle.

 “Well, I wish you two the best of luck up here,” said Docile. “Thanks for stopping by.”

 “Anytime,” said Nate. Nate and Kyle waved goodbye before exiting out the door.

 Docile turned to a winged cherub deer.

 “You think we’ll succeed in our mission?”

 “Yeah, oh yes, yes, yes!” Doe-Doe trilled genuinely, typing notes on an IPad while wearing yellow overalls. “Go beyond the rules and you do you! Yeah!”

 0 0 0

 Docile, Tirred and Timmid stood outside in front of their headquarters building, the heavenly sky shining down above them. The white building and the golden wing designs attached to it shone brightly in the light. Tirred briefly glanced enviously beyond a wrought iron golden gate toward the direction of the silver Holy City surrounded by glowing halos. Timmid took a deep breath and flipped through the Bible until coming across a passage to create a portal to Earth. After she chanted and drew a teal blue sigil with chalk, a gap opened up. A fearful Timmid led the way through, while Docile and Tirred followed.

 The trio arrived at the vast meadow surrounded by forest trees and the shining lake. The sun shone brightly in the sky while a few white clouds dotted the horizon. Several birds chirped on nearby hanging branches, while brown squirrels and rabbits hopped along the grassy plain.

 Docile sniffed the air deeply and sighed. “Nature truly is a wonderful thing. There’s something so genuine about Earth that makes it so…vast and beautiful.”

 Tirred rolled his eyes. “Heaven will always be the superior place. It has marvelous light, gold, angels and the Almighty of course.”

 “But the living world is unique in its own way. It’s the birthplace of all the saints and sinners. They make up the majority of the afterlife. Without this place, Heaven and Hell alike wouldn’t function the way they do now. No technology, no flare, no diversity. Our current worlds today are what some mortals call a “melting pot.” Different ingredients tossed together into one societal dish.”

 “Blast, boss! Enough with your metaphorical mumbo-jumbo,” Tirred sighed, briefly tugging his pointed ears in frustration. “Do you even realize what could happen if we meet with other beings too long? Reality itself…”

 He imitated an explosion.

 Timmid laughed a bit. “Who’s spewing mumbo-jumbo now?” She playfully elbowed Tirred. “Relax, Tir. Docile knows what he’s doing. It’s risky but it’s for the greater good.”

 “Greater good, my ass,” he muttered.

 “If you wanna get your good ass kicked, then be my guest,” Timmid wiggled her eyebrows playfully as Tirred turned red in the face.

 Docile summoned his golden staff and slowly moved it in the air in front of him. The staff tip briefly glowed when he aimed it at a lower part of the hill. He spotted something small and white flying in the same direction. Docile mentioned for his coworkers to follow. They headed down the hill until they arrived at a white park bench. There were some passerby walking their dogs or chatting on their cell phones. Several women pushed strollers around, while a child tossed bread crumbs for the ducks. The paths were lined with streetlamps and red rose bushes.

 Just then, Docile spotted a flying boy and two winged sheep sitting close together on a bench. No one seemed to pay them any mind.

 “Bingo!” Docile grinned.

  The periwinkle sheep Collin sat and examined the park. The yellow sheep Keenie straightened up her yellow dress and red bow. Cletus sat in the middle in his reddish overalls, looking bored. Several white feathers fell off their wings and their halos flickered.

 “I don’t understand,” Cletus said dejectedly. “We’ve done all we can to make amends. We’ve saved people, gave them advice, and lived among the humans. Why can’t we go back?”

 Collin sniffed as tears started to trickle down his face. “Why can’t Deerie let us back? We were doing so well in Heaven. Our clients and the humans were always grateful for the work we did.”

 Keenie stamped one of her hooves. “It’s so not fair! Deerie didn’t even give us a chance. She just sent us here to suffer and rubbed it in our faces!”

 “If only that filthy imp leader didn’t blind me during the battle,” Cletus scowled. “Killing Lyle was just an accident. I was this close to eliminating them on the spot!”

 “Killing is a bad thing,” Collin mentioned, straightening up. “Our job is never to kill, but to save and spread love!”

 “Like I said before Collin, you still joined us in shooting at our rivals,” said Cletus. “Eliminating the threat is sometimes necessary.”

 “We also have Exorcists for a reason,” Keenie added. “To eliminate all those shitty sinners and keep both Earth and Heaven safe from them. Those Hell table scraps are just as bad as them, if not worse!”

 “W-w-whatever happened to ‘thou shalt not kill?’ ’Love thy neighbor?’” Collin asked, flying up and staring hard at his companions.

 The cherubs hovered in the air.

 “Those demons aren’t our neighbors,” Cletus told Collin.

 “I know that, but still, we could’ve at least taken the fight outside the opera theater! Oh and maybe saved that singer, too.”

 “When the imps were in the way, right there?” Keenie asked. “We had to watch over Lyle, too.”

 “We had to save his life at any cost,” Cletus said, leaning in.

 “B-b-but we didn’t, didn’t we?” Collin finished. “We all played a part in our fate and now in a few days, we’ll be down below facing our worst nightmares!”

 Collin broke down into hysterical sobs, as Keenie wrapped him in a hug. “Oh Collin…”

 The cherubs flew off toward the open meadow, leaving the park behind and looking around.

 Just then, E.L.F. made their entrance in front of them, floating down gracefully on white wings in their own beams of sparkly light. Docile was in the center, Tirred to his right, Timmid to his left. Spiked white halos hung over their heads. C.H.E.R.U.B. stared quizzically at them.

 Keenie glared. “Go away, demons! We’re tired of seeing you in your silly costumes!”

 “You here to m-m-mock us some more?” Collin asked in anger.

 “We come in peace…” Docile began, but didn’t finish. Cletus let out a combination of mournful cries and yells to the sky, causing the nearby humans to glare at them and scatter away.

 “You won’t get away with this, I.M.P.! You’ll pay for what you did to us and the humans you slaughtered!”

 Cletus finished his cries when a sudden force knocked everyone backwards. They straightened themselves up in the air. The ground broke apart and a column of red, orange and yellow flames shoot up from the opening.

 E.L.F. and C.H.E.R.U.B. looked in wide-eyed terror at three small shadowy figures hovering forward through the flames. Three shadows with glowing yellow eyes.

 “You seek revenge and are thirsty for blood?” came a low choir of voices.

 The flames vanished, revealing a demonic trio. A pointed tail, sharp yellow teeth, a clawed hand holding a black Satanic book...

 “We can help satiate your desires…”

 The leader appeared, looking like a twisted version of Cletus. He had teal fluffy hair and pale white skin, his teeth sharp and yellow. His eyes were large and yellow with white sclera. He was chubby like Cletus but instead of angelic wings, he had small black bat wings with long red fingers within the flaps. He wore a dark blue undershirt, a black shirt collar and teal colored overalls, plus brown boots. Two reddish orange horns curved down to meet his chin. He put away his black Satanic book.

 The corrupted Collin counterpart took the appearance of a bulky anthropomorphic yellow ram. His furry hooves were tan colored with sickly yellowish tips. He wore a wine colored red suit with a black bow tie under his thick neck. His undershirt was orange with an upside down black cross in the center. Sheathed under a black belt was a gun, a dagger and a few other weapons. His teeth, eyes and face were all a dull yellow, although a few black dots rested under his left eye. Ogre-like ears stuck out around his head of thick black wool. Protruding in curves from his head were two thick crimson-colored ram horns with little lines running down the surface. Little black wings held him in the air.

 The last diablo was a blue anthropomorphic ram and Keenie’s dark counterpart. Her hooves were purple with dark green tips. Her dress was dark blue with a green bow around it. Her dress moved from blue to various shades of green and teal, becoming lighter at the ends. The hem of her dress was torn and gave the appearance of blue flames as part of the design. Black gloves covered her hands like an executioner’s. She grinned with yellow sharp teeth against a dark blue face. Her eyes had dark orange pupils, teal irises and white sclera. Her wild hair was a lighter shade of blue, moving like flames in the wind. Like her companions, she had black bat wings and curved red-orange ram horns. All the diablos could also grow pointed tails and retract them.

 The leader sneered. “Surely you’ve heard of us. You saw our commercial, didn’t you?”

 “What commercial?” Docile asked.

 0 0 0

A large Leviathan monster opened its mouth wide, revealing sharp teeth, a long slimy tongue and a dark throat. The camera zoomed into the darkness before a red light appeared at the end of the tunnel. A bleak world with a red sky was revealed. A futuristic city in the distance was tall, black and metal: Sin City. The ground was black as was the grass. There was a pandemonium capital building not too far away along with a variety of shops set in a dystopian world: Tiamat’s Treasure Things, Kali’s Corner, Xenomorph Labs.

 No Hazbin Hotel or I.M.P headquarters to be found.

 A sign read “Diablo Den” and pointed down. The camera moved to show an underground tunnel with torches on either side. An entire subculture of demons lived down within the sewers and damp tunnels. Metal waterproof houses were situated under fluorescent lights on the ceiling. The leader popped up on the screen.

 “Salutations! I’m Erebos! Welcome to Hell! Guess you must have done something evil to get here, and evil people deserve to give enemies special cruses!”

 The jingle began, with organs playing.

 “Does it make you want to yell?” asked Devvin, the yellow ram as a man was shown getting a promotion over a man dressed in rags.

 “When an enemy ends up well?” asked Dammna the blue ram female as a rapist was pardoned from his crime.

 “Do you frown from ear to ear?” sang Erebos as a man shot at several anti-LGBTQ protestors.

 “When your rivals don’t shed a tear?” they all sang as a bully in a baseball cap laughed as a kid cowered in a corner.

 “Locked up in a rut?” sang Devvin with a pose.

 “A foe seeking your gut?” Dammna sang and posed.

 “We can make them cold and dead!” sang Erebos.

 “Even give you their head!” They all did villain poses.

 “Cause here at D.I.A.B.L.O.!” they sang as “DIABLO” appeared in bloody letters surrounded by pitchforks and the trademark icon.

 “We’re the masters of destruction from down below!” sang Devvin as Cletus shot fireballs at a barbed wire fence, allowing prisoners of war to escape. Devvin led the way as Dammna waved a flag with a pentagram and “B.U.R.E.H.C” on it.

 “Cause here at D.I.A.B.L.O.!” they sang as the logo appeared again.

  “Just name your price and we’re good to go!” sang Dammna as Erebos gave a greedy grin at a human handing him a bag of gold.

 “Spreading sickness, chaos and hate!” Devvin sang as he and Dammna gave each other a high five with their hooves.

 “History altered and fate!” sang Dammna as atomic bombs went off in reverse as clocks ran backwards and forwards.

 “We do the dirty work for you!” sang Cletus as Devvin concocted a deadly virus and dropped it on coughing humans.

 “And stirring up world wars, too!” added Devvin as Dammna whispered something in a soldier’s ear, resulting in two armies fighting on the field.

 So sit right back…” sang Erebos before they all sang in discord, “…and let us curse a soul for you!”

 “Oh, we are the D.I.A.B.L.O.!”

 “How the primal chaos shall flow!”

 0 0 0

C.H.E.R.U.B. and E.L.F. just stood there, stunned.

 Just then, Blitzo, Moxxie and Millie entered through a portal onto the grass. Moxxie was trying not to fall, while Millie safely put away Stolas’ grimoire in a small black backpack.

 “Alright gang,” called Blitzo. “Apparently someone wants us to kill that ginger-ass tour guide we saw last time. Looks like he’s at Lyle’s old house jacking off and snatching Lyle’s old possessions.”

 Millie tried not to throw up. “This world is even crazier than ours!” Then she pulled out a dark sword and brightened. “Let’s keep on killin’ then!

 “Sir, please don’t tell Lyle any of this,” Moxxie pleaded. “You know he’ll get mad if we fail this mission.”

 “Oh I already sent him a text,” Blitzo grinned, holding up his phone. The text read “Off 2 kill tour intruder. Might want 2 sell ur stuff.” Moxxie face-palmed.

 “I’m already tired and we haven’t even made it there yet,” Moxxie complained.

 “Come on Mox, get your sweet imp ass moving,” Blitzo said. “We’ll be at his house before you can say…”

 The three imps came to the clearing and froze in their tracks.

 “Holy shit,” Blitzo breathed.

 At that very moment, all twelve creatures divided in the four separate groups locked eyes with each other, some on the ground, and some in the air. The sky darkened to an abnormal shade of indigo, the ground suddenly warm to the touch. The air itself shifted from stale, to hot, to cold and back again. A strange energy crackled through the air, like any moment the earth would collapse underneath them. A stag with bloodstained antlers reared up his hind legs and raced across the forest as lightning flashed in the sky.

 From inside the mansion, the tour guide and several people gazed out the window in awe through a telescope. The smiling man had the ginger bang over his eyes and wore a green suit and cap with dollar signs on it. He spoke too casually to the group as they took pictures on their phones.

 “And now you’ll spot several groups of tacky super-powered cosplayers about to begin an apocalyptic battle! The feuds between famous people and ordinary folk is a sight to behold!”

 0 0 0

“Who. The Fuck. Are They?!” Blitzo cried out, his voice echoing.

 “Oh no!” groaned Moxxie, pointing ahead. “Those are the…”

 “Imps!” Collin cried out, all three cherubs glaring at their rivals.

 “Cherubs!” Moxxie finished.

 “Diablos?!” Tirred asked.

 “Elves!” sneered Devvin.

 The intense stare-downs could have turned the universe upside down…which for a few moments, it did.

 After several minutes of grueling silence, the first one to speak again was none other than Blitzo.

 “Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on here?!”

 Cletus crossed his arms. “I’ll tell you what’s going on! Because of you three monsters,” he pointed at the imps, “We’ve been banished to Earth and are this close to meeting our doom down in your filthy world!”

 Blitzo just grinned smugly. “Welcome to Hell, baby. We hope you enjoy your stay.”

 Cletus turned red in anger. “Shut up! We may have been banished from Heaven all thanks to you, but there is no way we’re going to end up like you!”

 Erebos grinned and moved slowly toward the cherubs. “You sure about that?”

 He spoke in a bone-chilling whisper that made even Cletus forget his wrath for a moment. “It’s clear that you’ll never be allowed to return to Heaven. Why wish for something you can’t obtain anymore? The only thing you can do now…” he mentioned in the direction of the imps, “…is take back what you’ve lost.”

 Cletus glared at him. “I don’t need filthy demons to tell me what to do!”

 “Of course you don’t,” Erebos mentioned. “Your company was just trying to do the right thing. Why should you let those monsters stand in your way again?”

 “Stop!” called Docile. He flew gracefully in Cletus’ direction. “Don’t listen to that demon.”

 “You’re one too!” Cletus seethed, flinching back.

 “No, I’m an angel just like you,” Docile said. “That devil is trying to divert you away from your true path. Your company may have been banished, but you can still redeem yourselves and prove the other angels wrong! You’re already great at spreading positivity to those in need!”

 “Ha!” Millie called. “Just like how you cherubs failed to save the life of that old man.”

 “It was an accident, you emo slutty freak!” Keenie spat.

 “The past is then,” Docile continued to Cletus. “This is now. You still have time to prove your innocence. I believe there is goodness in almost everyone.”

 Collin flew up to the elf with wide shining eyes. “Y-y-you do?”

 Docile wrapped an arm around Collin. “I know it. It’s there, even when all hope seems lost.”

 Erebos snickered to Cletus. “You really gonna believe an inverted version of yourself and his subservient goblin fuck toys?”

 The cherubs and elves gasped.

 “That is so inappropriate!” Timmid called.

 “Kiss your ass, sissy,” Dammna taunted as Timmid flinched away.

 “Might wanna watch your words, blue bitch,” Millie growled to Dammna. “Just because we’re fellow demons, doesn’t mean I’ll let you pick on others like that.”

 “What’re you gonna do about it?” Dammna asked with a sneer. “Sing a murder jingle?”

 “My coworkers and I did, actually!”

 “I thought your song was very catchy!” Devvin praised.

 “Thank you!” beamed Millie. “Now get lost, wannabes!”

 But D.I.A.B.L.O. was far from done. Erebos spoke to Cletus. “Anyway…that deer cherub who kicked you out…she knew that you would fall. God doesn’t tolerate mistakes…thus those in Heaven now see you as just that, mistakes. How does it make you feel?”

 “Shut it, demon crap!” Keenie shrilled. She flew toward Erebos but Devvin held her back. She freed herself from his grip. Dammna flew beside Collin, who whimpered as she licked her lips.

 “Face it…the other cherubs wanted you three kicked out. Because you founded an illegal company that prided itself on saving human lives. You were getting famous for…not following the rules. Jealousy arose.”

 “How do you know all this?” Cletus asked.

 “We have our ways,” said Erebos. “Angels and demons going to Earth is mostly illegal…you know, changing of history, trauma and all.”

 He flew into Cletus’ face and the Cletus flinched back in disgust. Erebos made his way around Collin and Keenie as he talked. “You could’ve been good passive little sheep and stayed in Heaven. But you didn’t.” He ran a hand through Collin’s white wooly hair. “Because you wanted something more. Paradise wasn’t enough for you.”

 He grinned sinisterly at Keenie. “You were tired of being looked down upon by the more favorable members of your kind. Always searching for a way so that your…”

 He peered underneath her yellow dress, “…divine talents could be brought to light.”

 Keenie gave him a hard kick to the face, sending him back a bit. He scoffed in pain and rubbed his eye before straightening up and heading back toward Cletus. “And for a while, they did. But look where you are now. Fallen. Forgotten. Forced away from your home.”

 “He’s using you guys!” Tirred warned Cletus. “You can still protect humanity and earn God’s grace once again!”

 “No matter what you try to do, you’ll never be able to return. Becoming demons is your destiny!” Devvin said with a dark chuckle.

 “Listen to the elf angels,” Collin pleaded to his boss. “The demons are full of sin, but you know we can choose to not stoop down to their level. We can be better cherubs, improve our relations with humans.”

 “Right after we get rid of all those stinking demons!” Keenie scoffed, hands on her hips. “If we want C.H.E.R.U.B. to survive…”

 “Then I.M.P. must pay, right?” Dammna asked, finishing her sentence. Keenie found herself nodding, mouth agape.

 “Hey, we can hear you!” Moxxie yelled, drawing out his gun. He shot it upwards but the bullet was blocked by Tirred’s golden staff. The bullet rebounded away. Moxxie stared at Tirred in disgust. “Man you’re hard to look at.” Tirred just observed him coldly.

 “Forget about I.M.P.!” Timmid called to the cherubs. “Focus on redeeming yourselves. It’s the only way you can return home.”

 “Help other people for its own sake,” Docile advised. “You don’t need praise or rewards to keep doing the right thing.”

 “He’s right, Cletus,” Collin added. “Help humans move away from sin…and we will as well.”  

 “Ha!” barked Dammna. “Sin and flaws are present in everyone, even in little angels. It’s as natural as sex, eating, drinking and breathing. No one can resist the natural temptations…”

 Blitzo grinned. “I’d like to see you try and take us out,” he told Cletus. “Afraid we’ll make you a laughing stock again?” Cletus fumed.

 “I hope the Exorcists erase you from existence!” Keenie shrilled.

 Devvin appeared beside Keenie. “Why call on them, when you can plan your revenge yourself?”

 “Not gonna happen!” she yelled. Just after she said that, her halo flickered again. A small crack appeared on Cletus’ halo. Bits of feathers drifted from Colin’s wings.

 “This is not good,” Timmid whispered.

 Erebos grinned. “Only a matter of time now, cherubs! It’s time to begin your journey toward justice!”

 Back and forth, overlapping words, advice, taunts and threats pounded against Cletus. He felt like his head was being crushed by two opposing hands. Cletus grimaced, looking back and forth and around. He squinted and closed his eyes, curling into a ball.

 “The accident wasn’t your fault, boss!”

 “Help bring back C.H.E.R.U.B. to its former glory!”

 “You’re nothing but a crying baby and a failure. No wonder Heaven doesn’t want you guys.”

 “Thy company come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven…”

 “Your demonic destiny is here!”

 “Give into sin!”

 “Spread the love for here and above!”

 “ENOUGH!”

 Cletus spread out his arms and legs. The force sent many of the individuals back, but they quickly recovered. Lightning flashed in the sky as the battle began.

  Although Blitzo, Moxxie and Millie couldn’t fly like everyone else, they made up for it by their array of weapons. Blitzo fired his tan flintlock pistol, the bullets rising in the air. One bullet hit Dammna’s hoof and she hissed in pain. Another grazed Timmid’s shoulder and she cried out.

 Docile waved his hand and three golden crossbows appeared in the cherubs’ hands.

 “It’s temporary,” he warned.

 Wasting no time, Collin, Keenie and Cletus fired sparkly golden arrows from their weapons at the two demonic groups. Cletus and Blitzo fired rounds at each other, both of them expertly dodging the other’s attacks. Erebos laughed as Docile landed punches at him, which he kept blocking.

 “Just as planned,” he grinned. “What a joy it is to see C.H.E.R.U.B. and I.M.P. duke it out.” The cherubs’ faces grew more vicious as they chased after the imps.

 “Stop fighting, C.H.E.R.U.B.!” Tirred called in concern, but her words fell on ignorant ears.

 Erebos landed a punch to Docile’s face and he quickly retaliated via a well-aimed uppercut. “You won’t get away with this,” Docile spat. “I don’t want to fight any of you guys but it appears I have no choice.”

 Timmid screamed as Devvin suddenly caught her in a headlock.

 “Ha! Surrender or she’s a goner!” called Devvin. Timmid struggled in vain against his grip. Docile glared as he aimed his staff at him, debating on what to do next.

 Zing!

 An arrow from Collin’s crossbow hit Devvin in the side, sending him screaming and flying off in the distance. He flew back in anger, but Timmid had already recovered. The cherubs’ golden crossbows vanished, the group now defenseless. Moxxie, Dammna, and Millie seized the opportunity to charge in, surrounding the cherubs. Timmid, Docile and Tirred blocked the path of the demons, holding them off with their golden staffs.

 “I can’t hold them much longer,” groaned a strained Tirred to the cherubs. “Flee while you still can!”

 “We’re not leaving you behind,” Collin said, determined.

 Cletus tried to flee, but Dammna grabbed hold of him and tossed him right back with a chuckle.

 Erebos arrived and smacked Tirred’s golden staff from his hands…he punched at the diablo’s chest in response. Docile landed several kicks to Moxxie, sending him stumbling to the ground.

 “Moxxie!” Millie cried.

 “I’m okay!”

 Millie took out a black dagger and tossed it toward Timmid. She caught it and tossed it away. Cletus continued to dodge the bullets from Moxxie and Blitzo’s weapons. Keenie charged at full speed toward Millie’s head from behind her. She was just about to land a hard blow when…

 A large hand grabbed her by the hair…Erebos, and tossed her hard toward the ground.

 Crash!

 “Y-y-you monster!” Collin cried.

 Keenie growled as she stood up on shaking legs, wiping the dirt from her dress. With a swoop, she lifted herself up in the air before Blitzo could shoot at her. She finally rejoined Collin and Cletus…but the E.L.F. members were almost drained from the battle. The cherubs and elves stood battered and back to back against the surrounding demons.

  Lightning flashed as several pairs of the angelic and demonic warriors went head to head. Millie was slashing her sword from underneath Timmid and Keenie, who were punching Dammna and pulling her long blue hair. Keenie slapped Dammna across the face while Timmid yelped as she dodged Millie’s weapon from below. Timmid summoned an angelic harpoon and clashed with Millie. They moved in a dance, metal against metal. The point of the harpoon barely missed Millie’s head. Millie leaped onto the harpoon and raced on it with her sword in her mouth. Timmid’s eyes were wide with surprise. She flipped over Timmid, grabbed her sword and swung it in an arch, knocking Timmid down. The angelic harpoon clattered softly onto the grass. Docile made it vanish with a wave of his hand.  

 Moxxie fired his gun and hit Devvin several times. He hissed as black blood ran from parts of his legs. “Get the sheep, you idiot!”

 “I fight my own battles,” Moxxie retorted, as he dodged Collin’s punches and blasted Devvin’s revolver out of his hand with a well-aimed shot.

 Collin and Tirred shared a look, then both swooped on either side of Devvin. With two hard punches to his face, Devvin plummeted to the ground. He glared at them from below as he slowly stood up and shook his head. Tirred tossed Collin out of range of Moxxie’s bullets before he got hit himself. He gasped in pain before landing on the ground to recover. He winced and glared at Devvin. Moxxie rushed at him, but Tirred shoved him back with a force from his golden staff.

 Docile, Erebos, Blitzo and Cletus were going head to head as lightning lit up the sky around them.

 “Take this, you fucker!” Cletus yelled as he grabbed a nearby rock and threw it toward Blitzo. The rock exploded from Blitzo’s bullet. Another bullet hit one of Cletus’ wing tips, making him stumble in the air. Docile straightened the cherub with one hand as he twirled his staff against Erebos in the other. Erebos flapped his bat wings menacingly. The ground shook below as more cracks appeared. I.M.P. moved to higher ground, gazing at the red lava below in the ground. It created a demonic red glow near the ground. Black blood poured from the demons’ wounds just as white blood flowed from the angels’.

 Timmid stood up and flapped her white wings, glanced around in terror. “We have to stop fighting!” she screamed over the yells and the noises of war. “We’re going to destroy the Earth!”

 Timmid suddenly screamed as Dammna smacked her on the head from behind. She plummeted to the ground, with Keenie catching the dazed angel and carrying her to a safe spot.

   With ear-shattering yells, Cletus and Erebos rammed into each other, as did Blitzo and Docile. The leaders pushed against each other with all their might, as forces from their attacks shook the area. The demons’ horns grew longer and eyes appeared on the angels’ wings. Cletus and Docile glowed blue and white while Erebos and Blitzo glowed red and black. Docile’s harpoon spear pressed against Blitzo’s flintlock pistol. They all seethed and gave each other deadly glares.

 Before long, the cracks and forces would spread to the rest of Earth. Heaven and Hell would collapse, the Earth being the final battleground and resting place…

 The explosions knocked everyone back, sending all the creatures crashing to the ground. The forest had been burned down to timbers and steam was rising from the lake. Lyle’s mansion had been blasted apart to smithereens…yet the soot covered crowd still took pictures as the tour guide spewed his ever optimistic commentary. His hat was lopsided and he kicked broken glass away.

 “One of the Lipton family heirlooms is this golden money bag statue which was gifted to Lyle in the early 1970s. And it’s still standing…”

 The tour guide glanced down to see the statue littering the ground in pieces. “…or it was. I call dibs!”

 The battle had been an intense stalemate. And all seemed lost as the ground prepared to swallow everyone in the lava and magma.

 The dark clouds swirled in a spiral vortex before slowly parting. Sunlight shone from a circular patch of blue sky. The shaking and the yelling stopped. The cracks in the earth fused together and the world slowly got brighter like it did before. The Archangel Michael arrived from the opening, along with the cherub Deerie by his side.

 Blitzo helped up his colleagues. “I think we can call this mission a successful failure.”

 Millie supported Moxxie. “What about our target?”

 “Forget about him,” Blitzo said. “And forget about those cherubs too. They’re done for.”

 The imps looked over at the barely stirring cherubs on the ground.

 “Well, looks like we won again,” Moxxie said. “Though we really need to tone down all this fighting.”

 “Yeah, I’m tired and could really use an iced coffee right now,” Blitzo said. He took out his green “mare-juanna” horse figure and kissed it. “I knew this lucky charm would come in handy. Let’s go gang!”

 The imps grinned and high-fived before disappearing through the portal to Hell.

 Michael hovered in the air in all his glory, supported by broad white feathery wings. He had pale skin, blushes on his cheeks, and short blonde hair like his fallen brother Lucifer. A sword made of flames was tucked protectively near his belt. A glowing spiked white halo hung over his head with a crystal in the center. He wore a white suit and tailcoat, while several medals and badges shown from the front of his outfit.

 He bore a stern expression on his face as the other groups slowly recovered.

 “Four interdimensional companies fighting in the one world to cause the most damage to mortal lives. I’m ashamed at all of you. You were lucky that no more humans got hurt.” Michael briefly glared at the cherubs and diablos.

 The cherubs and elves bowed their heads in apology, while the diablos looked on.

 “I ask that all of you head back to your worlds immediately. If I ever catch you fighting here again, I’ll erase every one of you from existence. Are we clear?”

 “Yes sir,” chimed the six angels.

 “Lord Michael,” said Cletus, lifting his head. “The demonic imps have already left. And those diablos are the ones who started all this!”

 “Please Lord Michael,” said Docile. “My company came here on behalf of the importance of C.H.E.R.U.B.’s protection. I humbly ask that you reconsider their previous errors and allow them a chance to…”

 A rumbling sound was heard and cracks appeared in the ground again. Two gaping holes appeared in the ground. One of them shoot fire into the air.

 “There’s our cue,” said Devvin to his companions.

 Dammna grinned and pointed toward the cherubs. More cracks were forming underneath them, soon creating another hole. Erebos and his gang flew into the cherubs’ faces. “Have fun in the inferno!” cackled Erebos and his crew before they flew into the column of flames and down below. The ground closed over the portal and the flames disappeared.

 Deerie laughed nervously at the frightened cherubs. “Yeah, no sorry guys. I’m afraid your test on Earth has come to an end and…well, yeah there’s only one place to go now.”

 “Noooo!” the cherubs cried, huddling together.

 To the horror of the cherubs and the elves, the fallen trio was starting to change in appearance. Their white wings turned stiff and black, the last of their feathers falling to the ground. Small leathery bat wings grew in their places. Their white halos cracked and fell to pieces in front of them. Keenie frantically tried to piece hers back together. Collin gasped as he held the pieces in his hooves. The halo pieces stopped glowing, fading to a stony dark gray. Keenie buried her pale face in her hooves…hooves that were now morphing into sharp claws. She screamed out loud as she clawed at her face.

 “Lord Michael, do something!” begged Docile. But the archangel stood solemnly in the air, shaking his head.

 The cherubs’ teeth soon grew sharp and white, cutting into their tongues and making them bleed. Their outfits changed from cheery pastel colors to bold fiery reds, oranges, pinks and yellows. Cletus clutched his head in pain as two small pointed horns protruded from his ginger head. The other cherubs also cried out, clutching at their newly formed horns stained with blood.

 The ground collapsed underneath them, giving way to a deep hole with a reddish light and a portal to Hell between the rock walls. Lucifer’s curious grinning face appeared in the opening.

 The cherubs felt themselves being pulled back by a powerful force toward the portal.

 “No, no, no, no!” Cletus cried. “This can’t be happening!”

 Keenie shouted out prayers to God, begging for his forgiveness. Collin wailed and bawled as he hung onto the grass for dear life.

 Docile, Tirred and Timmid raced toward the cherubs.

 “There’s no point in rescuing them,” Deerie said, flying in front of them. “Unless you troublemakers want to join them.”

 Docile promptly punched the doe in the face before making his way toward the struggling trio.

 They each placed their right hand on the cherubs’ foreheads as light shone from their teal hands. Tirred placed his hand on Collin, Timmid’s hand was on Keenie and Docile had his hand on Cletus.

 Docile chanted in the Enochian angelic language and said: “I bless each of you with a chance to find the light. No matter where you are, it is hope you’ll never lose sight. You will find one person or more, who’ll help you along the way. And after discovering your true righteousness, you’ll return home someday. By the will of the Lord, so may it be.”

 E.L.F. removed their hands and the light faded.

 “Bye!” Deerie happily waved toward the cherubs before vanishing through the heavenly portal.

 Timmid grabbed Keenie’s hands and pulled with all her might. Keenie’s face turned pale, her yellow dress now torn in the appearance of wildfire. The helm of her dress was red and spiked, her horns now black and curved like those of Charlie’s goat bodyguards. She had black bat wings and a pointed tail. Her wooly hair was red and her eyes were pink and yellow…before they gave off a strange red glow.

 Keenie sneered at Timmid, only seeing the red face of Millie laughing at her.

 “Get away, you disgusting demon!”

 Her voice sounded like her own but more distorted.

 “I’m not…” Timmid began but Keenie slapped her in the face before falling with a scream into the portal below.

 “Keenie!” cried Collin, briefly staring down at her disappearing form. “I don’t wanna die! I don’t wanna die!”

 Cletus had horns and black wings as well, though his face took on more of a faint reddish tone. His overalls were red with teeth designs on the pocket. His hair was red and black and darker blushes appeared on his cheeks. His pointed tail was short and red. His eyes had red irises and golden sclera.

 He looked at Docile, only seeing Blitzo’s face. He revealed his new grin of sharp white teeth and glowing red eyes. “This isn’t over, I.M.P.!”

 Timmid and Tirred pulled with all their might, but Cletus was soon sucked in as well.

 Collin glanced at the elves with bloody tears running down his face. His eyes were golden and pink, sometimes glowing red. He had curved goat horns, a pointed tail and black bat wings. His face was almost a tan-red shade and his wooly hair was black. His outfit had changed to a red-orange.

 The three elves pulled, Tirred being supported by Docile and Timmid behind him, but Collin stayed in the same spot, his hooves dangling over the chasm.

 “Sir!” called Tirred, as the elves were dragged inches closer toward the gap, even as they dug their feet in. “We’re being sucked in!”

 “L-let go,” Collin whimpered.

 “What?!” asked Tirred.

 “You can’t let yourself fall!” Docile cried, tears welling up in his eyes. “We were supposed to save you guys…to help give you another chance…” The elves were almost at the edge.

 Collin and the elves stared at each other in the eyes.

 Collin took a deep breath as he thought of his friends.

 “I-I-I’m sorry…”

 With one last wide-eyed look, Collin let go of Tirred’s hands and vanished into the darkness. The elves weren’t getting pulled in anymore, rather they were pushed back a bit. The portal to Hell closed, and the ground in front of the elves sealed back together like nothing had happened.

 “Why?” Docile asked Michael, turning around.

 “C.H.E.R.U.B. set themselves up for their fate. They gave into their anger and were more focused on defeating their rivals instead of properly interacting with the humans. They still disobeyed the rules thus were sent to Earth to test their faiths. Alas, they gave into their selfish desires of revenge and pursuit of glory. One can now only hope that they'll redeem themselves in Hell…if they even survive that long. As for you three, remember my words of warning.”

Michael rose back into Heaven and vanished.

 The three somber elf angels slowly rose up into the air and went through another heavenly portal back to their world. Back in paradise, Docile had never felt more alone. He gazed out at the colorful clouds through a window.

 Docile didn’t even look at his coworkers. “Welp, the cherubs wanted to redeem themselves and continue their company, and we couldn’t save them. We failed. Thanks to those freaking diablos, they’re down in Hell now, so it’s a shame. All they wanted was to spread love and joy to the living world. And now, they’re separated from Heaven…potentially forever.”

Tirred grumbled. “Don’t say I told you so, but…I told you so.”

 Timmid gave her boss a small hug as the three silently gazed at the clouds and sunlight.

From behind the elves, Sully Sirius did a small grin. He whispered, “Now this would make for a spectacular tragic film, don’t you think?”

 Docile glumly turned his head all the way around, while his body stayed in place. “Please leave.” Sully looked at him and screamed in fright.

[disaster-dan]

Neighbor things - Winterspider Part 5

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note: i literally am putting all my soul and effort to not refer Alpine by any gender and im proud of myself. this part is also a bit longer and stupid-er than the others WHOOPS

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Alpine became a conversation between Bucky and Peter, now that the sink thing was over.

Bucky still tried to not bump into Peter, knowing in the back of his mind he would just make a mess of himself with his short silences and looking down when he didn’t know the next sentence to Peter’s conversation. Peter though didn’t seem to have a problem with it. Endlessly, he just added to their conversations of which Bucky happily listened to.

Peter found Bucky one afternoon on his way to his mailbox. Bucky spotted him and felt his heart speed up in his chest and butterflies fluttered in his stomach.

“Hey.” he greeted, making his way to his apparent new favorite neighbor. Friend, maybe.

“Hey.” Bucky greeted, feeling his hands clam up as he shuffled through his correspondence of that week.

“I took pictures of this really big pigeon, and then of this black cat in the middle of the street, then the sky. I was out earlier, I went up to save the film.” Bucky knew nothing about photography or cameras, but Peter seemed to really like it. He did take gorgeous pictures. He was beyond delighted when Peter delivered him prints of Alpine that he had now hung around his place; fridge, a frame, album, mirror.

“-I got something for Alpine.” the young man shared after a few more rambles of his day. “I saw it and I couldn't resist.”

“You got something for that thing?”

“Of course!”

Bucky looked down at him, filled with awe, and completely swooned by the small man and his brightness. “Want to go upstairs and give it to Alpine?”

“Can I?”

“How much do I owe you?”

“It’s for Alpine, Bucky. You don’t owe me anything.” he said, giving Bucky a light nudge on his arm. Peter didn’t treat him like he was made of glass. Bucky appreciated that. “It’s more like what do I owe you, y’know, helpful neighbor things.”

“Neighbor things.” he remembered that. It made Bucky’s heart jump.

Bucky guided Peter upstairs, happy to once again welcome him inside his home. Even if Peter might seem more interested in Alpine, he liked hosting him.

Alpine came meowing to find Bucky, but pounced when he found Peter.

“Traitor.” he muttered to the cat, now in Peter’s arms.

“Alpine loves you too, Bucky, who wouldn’t?”

Bucky shrugged as he stepped further inside his home, taking off his jacket carefully. Damn his arm.

Peter glanced at him, then allowed Alpine to jump from his arms and scurry off to Bucky.

“Bitch.” he said lovingly as he leaned down to lightly scratch the cat’s chin.

“How long have you had Alpine? I don’t think I ever asked.”

“Had Alpine since before I moved in here.” Bucky remembers spotting the smallest, literally brightest thing in the rescue. He knew he just had to get Alpine the moment they made eye contact. His heart just melted when Alpine cried in the distance, locked inside a hard cold cage, no other kitten inside to accompany with. Bucky had to make that cat his. “After the discharge, Alpine became my roommate and counselor. That was nearly five years ago.”

Peter seemed wondered by the small story.

“What were you discharged for?”

“General discharge- injury.” his arm was much better compared to when he freshly arrived again in New York. He couldn’t do sudden rough movements without it hurting or risking his internal procedure getting in some way torn. Yet still, he had done his time enough to receive recognition along the ranks.

Peter grimaced slightly, “Everything alright?”

“I can still write and cook.” Bucky smiled with a shrug, “Think I’m doing alright.”

Alpine reminded them of their reason for gathering, profusely meowing and walking from Peter to Bucky.

“Gotta show Alpine the new toy.” Peter cooed, reaching into his pocket and taking out a small rat-like thing with a stringy feather tail and a light ring.

Bucky and Peter spent the following two hours watching Alpine go wild with the new toy like life was a blessing. Bucky made snacks for his guest and himself, lowering his head every now and then with Peter smiling and giggling at Alpine when the toy managed to get between Bucky’s legs.

“Alpine loves it!”

“Alpine’s never loved anything more.”

Peter scoffed, looking up at Bucky from where he sat on the man’s outstandingly comfy couch.

“Hush, big-guy, this cat has an undying love for you.”

“Okay, smaller man.” Bucky mocked back playfully. “This cat loves me, everything I stand for and my principles.”

“Exactly.”

Bucky laughed low, missing the small blush that rose to Peter’s cheeks.

Enough time passed, enough that Peter gasped when he noticed the sky outside had darkened.

Peter abruptly stood up, “Oh shi- I overstayed my stay-”

Bucky looked out and then back at Peter. “Didn’t even notice the time pass.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

Bucky felt himself deflate, catching Peter’s eyes that had too seemed defeated and sulken. Beautiful and brown.

“I- uh...I can walk you.” he offered dumbly, because Peter lived literally four doors down in the same hall. Damn it, Buck.

“That would be cool.” he smiled kindly, eyes sparkling and happy. “Thanks.”

After petting Alpine goodbye, Bucky and Peter walked out. Nearly shoulder to shoulder, minding the fact that Bucky towered over Peter. His hands were deep inside his pockets, looking down at his feet and watching he didn’t stumble that might embarrass him in front of Peter.

Peter walked silently as well, though it was comfortable silence and found the man’s presence comforting and easing.

“Thanks for- hanging out.”

His voice nearly startled Bucky. He looked at the younger man, the corner of his mouth twitching to smile.

“No problem.”

“Had fun.”

“M-me too.”

Peter smiled beamingly at him before his own face lowered, and again looked back up at the man.

“Thanks for walking me down the hall, neighbor.”

“Any time, neighbor.”

Bucky was back inside his apartment, Alpine still fascinated by the mouse until Bucky walked through.

“Pretty fun.” he said with a smile. Alpine followed along curiously and jumped onto the closed toilet when Bucky entered their bathroom. ‘Will lover bring me more toys?’

He spent his day well, his heart pulsed when he made memory of the moments Peter and him spent together that day. He couldn’t stop grinning, his face felt warm a lot. Who knew what it was. It was probably the fact he had a crush on Peter, wasn’t it?

Bucky chuckled to himself, how he felt about the entire thing- he was a whole grown man for crying out loud.

He looked in the mirror, ready to brush his teeth and wash his face. His eyes caught sight of himself in the mirror, and it was only then that he noticed the fastly growing stubble that was now very prominent- “Oh god.”