#kissing steve is a right of passage but not everyone has to do it

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie: So, Chrissy's made out with Steve at a party once, I know for sure that Nancy's kissed Steve. . .is there anyone in this room besides myself who hasn't kissed Steve?

Of Jonathan, Argyle, Vickie, Steve, Chrissy, Nancy, and Robin. . .only Jonathan and Vickie raised their hands. Everyone looked at Robin in surprise.

Robin: *shrugs* I was curious. . .I still don't like men like that, if you're wondering.

Jonathan: Wait. . .Argyle, when did you kiss Steve?

Steve: A couple of months after he got here, he lured me into his van with weed, and we started talking about our hair. . . Well, one thing led to another. . .

Eddie: Damn. . .I feel left out.

Steve: Well, you can always change that.

Eddie: *to Chrissy* Baby?

Chrissy: *laughing* Go ahead.

Eddie leans over and kisses Steve.

Argyle: Schmackin.

Eddie: Vickie? You want a hit?

Vickie: *laughing* I'm good with only kissing Robin, thanks.

Steve: *grinning* I'm not for everyone.

[griefabyss69]

A Day After

Written for @steddiemicrofic!

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'TIME' wc: 485 | rated: T | cw: Canonical character death, Grief

Steve writes to Eddie.

Even though he wakes up every single day, celebrates holidays when he's supposed to, and shows up to work when he's scheduled, Steve never feels the passage of time.

It's like he's stuck outside of it; like maybe whatever affliction the Upside Down had, he has it too, and he's made of nothing but mold and rotten water.

I dunno though. he scribbles in his notebook.

It seems like it's just me, nobody else feels the like, weight of all of it. Once the graves were all shut with dirt it's like everyone forgot how many fresh ones there were, like it got erased from their minds.

What does that make me? Too caught up in the past, right? It's the new decade tomorrow and all I can think about is four years ago. I shouldn't write to you still, but I keep doing it anyway.

Robin says she's gonna make me do psychotherapy, but it doesn't feel like it's all just in my head, it feels like I got some of those spores into my DNA or however that works. Now I'm just another demo-whatever without the gruesome teeth.

I dunno.

There's always unfinished business, right? But I can't figure out what the hell it is that I need to finish up. I want to move on but anytime I try nothing happens.

Maybe I died too. Maybe I'm a ghost and don't know it. Ghosts get stuck in loops too, maybe I'm just ghost-hallucinating it when I change the calendar.

Whatever. I know I'm being a downer. Maybe something good will happen soon. I promise if it does I won't forget you.

Goodnight Eddie. I'll write to you tomorrow.

Steve closes his notebook and buries it under everything else in its drawer. It'll be time to buy another one soon, this one is getting full. He has a shoebox of the old ones hidden in his closet under a bunch of porn mags. He hopes that somewhere Eddie's ghost thinks that's funny.

He gets ready for bed and doesn't look himself in the eye when he brushes his teeth. Despite how crazy it is, he still thinks maybe someday he can show Eddie some of the letters he's written to him. Sometimes it's the only thing that keeps him going, even though when life feels more normal he's too embarrassed to even think about it.

As soon as he falls asleep that night, just like every night, invisible fingers brush against his cheek and soft invisible lips press a brave kiss to his mouth.

Eddie lays at the edge of the bed and Steve instinctively makes room for him, though he technically could just float or literally share the space. He passes through people quite easily. He watches the furrow between Steve's eyes ease away with satisfaction.

"Hang in there," Eddie says with a voice like staticky TV snow. "Something good is coming."

[familyvideostevie]

I saw your requests are open and I simply had to send a request for Steve and Bee Girl! I’d love to see them at the Fun Fair or something equally summery. But anything you want to write is awesome! Thank you for NGAW, it’s such a fantastic series ❤️🐝

wow, how did you know i was writing exactly that already for this poll!! so, here you go my dear. steve and bee girl from no good at waiting go to the county fair | fluff, post-au summer fun, a little suggestive! 1.4k

Steve's been nagging you to go on a date like this ever since you took the kids to the amusement park.

"Come on," he'd say. "I want to let loose at a fair or something without worrying that one of those shitheads is gonna hurl all over a family."

"In the summer, Steve," you'd tell him. "We'll go in the summer."

Well, summer has come. Your life in Hawkins continues to be lovely. The farmer's market has started again and the kids run wild, seemingly growing before your eyes.

But today is about you and Steve. Well, and candles.

"So, you're telling me that this date is actually just a recon mission?" Steve says once you're on the highway. It's a hot day and all of the windows are down, the most recent tape you've made him playing low enough that you can still hear him.

"It's multitasking," you insist. "Bob says that rival farm will be at this county's fair and he wants me to see what their scents are like. And lucky for you, I decided to ask my boyfriend to come along." You lean over to tap his nose with your finger, which he swats at, eyes still on the road.

"Lucky for you, your boyfriend wanted to drive across state lines for some wax," he drones. You blow a raspberry at him and Steve grins, resting his palm on your bare knee. It's honestly too hot to be touching that much but with Steve you never really mind.

You'd left mid-afternoon so you could get to the fair for the cooler evening, and then plan to stay in a motel before heading out tomorrow morning. Your bags are in the backseat of the BMW and it's kind of thrilling to get out of Hawkins, to get away from everyone and everything you see everyday and to just be with Steve.

The drive is calm. You and Steve spend a lot of time together, sure, but there's always someone who needs one or both of you for something. This feels like the first time you can really relax in a while. You chat about nothing important, time flying by as it tends to do in the company of one of the people you love most in the world. Pretty soon he's pulling up to the fair, the sky now a soft pink, the lights bouncing off of the rows of cars in the makeshift grass parking lot.

"Have you ever actually been to one of these before?" he asks you, locking the car and linking your arms. The heat of the day is already fading and he eyes your bare arms but knows better than to suggest a coat. He'll just give you his jacket eventually.

"I think so," you say. "When I was young."

"These things are nuts," he says. "I gotta take you to the Indiana state fair someday. You'll freak." You imagine a younger Steve at one of these, cotton candy all over his face and the lights of the rides he'd be too short to ride reflecting in his eyes. You kiss his cheek, just because.

He doesn't question it. Something you've worked on is vocalizing your feelings but also showing him as much affection as you can stand -- it always makes his cheeks darken and his eyes sparkle.

"I can't believe you haven't taken me already, Harrington," you tease. "Feels like a right of passage."

Steve buys you a handful of tickets at the entrance booth and rolls his eyes. "Honey," he says. "This is our first summer. And I'm not the one working extra shifts."

He doesn't really mean it. You both know you're working extra shifts -- he is too, just starting in the fall -- so you can save up for a place of your own someday. For both of you.

"Anyway," Steve says. "We should make a summer bucket list."

"What, like we're in a teen movie, or something?"

He pulls his arm from yours and slings it around your shoulders, grinning at you. His hair is lighter this time of year, you've noticed, and he's got a nice tan. You met Steve at the beginning of fall and fell in love with him as the days got colder, but you see now that he's made for summer. The season highlights everything about him and he has come alive.

"Exactly like we're in a teen movie."

You laugh as you walk slowly through the fairgrounds, hardly paying attention to anything but the beautiful boy at your side. "Alright. What should we do?"

Steve puts on his thinking face. Bottom lip jutted out, eyebrows raised, head tilting side to side. He counts off on his fingers.

"Skinny dip in the lake, for sure," he says.

"If you're lucky." He winks.

"Do karaoke at that college bar with Robin."

"Oh god," you say, laughing. "I don't think they'll let us back after we tried last time."

"I don't think they'll let you back after last time," he corrects. You wrinkle your nose at him.

"Alright, hotshot, what else?"

"That's all I've got," he sighs. "But I'll workshop it. Right now, I'm going to win you a fish."

"A wha-- Steve, wait!" Your boyfriend charges ahead of you to some kind of water gun game where he can, sure enough, win a fish.

Steve does not win you a fish.

"Can we go find that candle stand now?" he says to you instead of apologizing for the lack of fish in your hands. You don't tease him, though you desperately want to.

Then you see something even better. "No," you tell him. "Because I'm going to win you a stuffed bear."

It's Steve's turn to look incredulous as you stride towards the ring toss.

You do win him a bear.

"Holy shit," he says when you hand it to him. It's purple and has a yellow bow around its neck. "That was kind of hot."

The laughter sputters out of you before you can control it and it makes Steve laugh too. He buys you some fried Oreos as thanks and makes sure to get powdered sugar all over you and then brush it off a little too thoroughly for such a public setting.

You do make it to the candle stand, finally, and the girl working it is so nice that you buy one. "Don't tell Bob," you warn Steve.

The evening is winding down when Steve convinces you to get in line for the Ferris wheel.

"Remember when we frenched in the one in the amusement park in the fall?" he whispers in your ear.

"Oh, do you mean when I sat in your lap and you almost busted your pants--"

He claps a hand over your mouth. "Yeah, guess you do remember." You lick his palm and he grimaces and lets you go. "Gross."

"You love it," he says. Well, what can you say to that?

You climb into the car -- this one isn't enclosed like the last one, more of a bench that sways a little too much for your liking, so there will be no funny business. It goes slow and as you rise you realize how pretty the fair looks against the darkness of the woods around it.

"It's so pretty," you say.

"Sure is," Steve replies. You don't look at him, but you put your hand on top of his where it rests on top of your knee.

"You better not be looking at me as you say that because that's so cheesy."

"Me? Cheesy?" You do look at him and yeah, he's looking at you. He's smiling at you. It's your favorite Steve smile -- it's soft, sincere. Almost disbelieving, like he thinks he's in a dream and he's going to wake up any second. You know how he feels.

The wheel stops and you have a perfect view from the top. "I never thought life could be this perfect," you say softly. "We've come so far."

Steve somehow squeezes closer to you. "We have," he replies. "And we deserve it." He kisses your temple.

"It's just so nice to be happy. To belong." Your throat feels tight and you're not totally sure where this is coming from. It's just another night, right?

"I love belonging with you," he says. It takes your breath away.

"That's so cheesy, Steve," you say thickly.

"I know," he says. He traces the faint scar on your palm. "Still true, bee girl."

You kiss him under a sky full of stars.

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[stevethehairington]

Eddie ignores the flip flopping in his stomach as he meets Steve’s gaze and fits his palms to either side of Steve’s jaw. Cradles his face like he’s something special now. (Because he is.) And then he leans in to kiss him. Right on those pretty pink lips of his. It’s short and sweet like it always is, but when Eddie pulls back and opens his eyes, he’s met with Steve’s, wide as fucking saucers, goggling unblinkingly back at him. He can feel Robin’s stare boring into the side of his face, can feel the tiny pinpricks of Nancy’s and Jonathan’s and Argyle’s on his back too. The whole room is quiet enough to hear a god damn pin drop. Eddie is about to open his mouth and ask what the hell that’s all about when it finally catches up with him. He just fucking kissed Steve fucking Harrington . On the mouth .

hey there! thank you for sending this in!!

this passage comes from my steddie fic temptations of trouble.

ahh okay so this fic was SUCH a fun one to write. the idea for it was born in the fruity four server when liam (withacapitalp) mentioned that he thinks eddie is "the type to always give a kiss goodnight regardless of who is around because everyone loves a kiss goodnight" and then i zeroed it in onto forehead kisses and said that one time he slips up and kisses steve on the mouth instead and then morgan (maxinemaxmayfield) sent a gif of that one scene in friends where chandler kisses monica, completely forgetting that no one knows they're together yet, so then he overcorrects by going around and kissing everyone else in the room too so that it is Less Suspicious (it's totally not), and then i said omg i want to write this and, well, the rest is history!! lol

eddie is, obviously, in love with steve, and at this point he sort of kind of forgets the fact that he's supposed to be keeping that to himself and he gets caught up in steve - the way he's just said eddie's name, the way he's just sitting there, smiling at eddie so sweetly, looking happy to be given a forehead kiss goodbye (or at least what is supposed to be a forehead kiss goodbye), and it sort of slips eddie's mind that he,,,, isn't supposed to kiss steve. that they don't do that. that they've never done that. and he also totally forgets that the rest of their friends are all sitting there too lol so he just does it, kisses steve, totally second nature, completely because it feels Right in the moment. he doesn't even realize that he's done something Out Of The Norm because it's just that natural to him. and then, of course, reality comes crashing back and he remembers and he starts to panic because oh fuck oh shit oh god he just kissed steve fucking harrington. and eddie has no idea if steve's into dudes, and even if he is that doesn't mean he'd be into eddie, and now eddie's feelings are out in the open, steve knows, everyone knows (not that they didn't before, because eddie was probably pretty obvious about them to everyone but steve), and eddie's worried that he's just fucked up his and steve's friendship, which in turn will fuck up their whole group's friendship, because god if steve reacts badly it's eddie's ass that will get kicked out, he's the newest after all, and he has other friends, sure, but there's something special about this group of friends and he doesn't want to lose that.

everyone else in this particular snip is just sort of frozen also, because holy shit eddie just Did That. like they all probably knew about his feelings for steve (robin definitely did because he's talked to her about it, but the rest he'd never really mentioned it to but they picked up on it because of course they did), but they all were also under the assumption that eddie had no plans to actually do anything about those feelings (at least not yet) because he's been sitting on them for so long already. and none of them know how steve is going to react to what just happened (or, robin probably does because steve has told her about his feelings for eddie, and tbh the same kind of thing with everyone else probably applies here - they all can pick up on steve's returned feelings even if steve himself has never said anything to them about it lol, but again, they don't know For Sure so they really can't be sure how he'll react here). i don't think any of them expected eddie to turn around and then kiss each of them to make up for his slip lol. that i am SURE of. but they're all good sports, so they go with it too, maybe to help eddie cover up, maybe because they think steve seeing eddie kissing other people might kick him into action to make that first move and end the dancing around each other those two have been doing.

but yeah, i loved writing this scene, i love love LOVE those accidental moments, where the things a character REALLY wants to do just happen bc they let their guard down and forget to hold it in like they normally would, so this was SO much fun to write here.

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[gallavich-headcanon]

Enabling you is a privilege, my friend.

Okay yes! Fiona is always worried about the kids so getting close to a doctor (or his son) makes so much sense! Both Jimmy-Steve and Fiona are so dedicated to taking care of the kids.

i have some troubles thinking he'd just abandon his brother-> yeah you’re right! I just think Ian is always scared of living in Lip’s shadow, especially since he’s the smart one. lip gets taken in by the scholars, due to his intellect, while ian gets trained by the local guards? -> okay yep yep you fixed it! They’re just using their own strengths. Ian is quick on his feet, learns stuff quickly, goes yo the ranks fast, gets more experience.

but what if we make it a little more complicated, for drama's sake? -> okay you got my attention now! I’m ready! Yes to the secret doors and passages that only Mandy and Mickey know about!!!

Mandy and ian just talk? and he realises he's been sent to practically kill an innocent girl? -> yes! Wait what is this is Ian’s first assassination task? Like he has injured people in fight and maybe even killed a couple but this is the first time that he has to do it to someone innocent when they least expect it? And he just can’t bring himself to do it. So at first he’s trying to convince himself that they’re talking to win her trust but then he actually finds a true friend? Better than all of the ones he had before (okay besides Lip) so he promises himself to protect Mandy.

Maybe for some reason Ian can’t play it cool and reveals a part of his secret to Mandy? Maybe not that he was sent to kill her but something that wins her trust and she’s reluctant to tell Mickey, because he wouldn’t understand. And Mandy is so happy to have a friend! That isn’t trying to fuck her!

she spins some threads causing mickey and ian to end up locked in her chamber at night? and the secret door only opens from the other way? -> oh my god Nosho!!! Yes! Parent trap them Mandy! I love that she can feel their bond to the point that she is so confident the just need to talk /kiss /fuck it out. (Also a big risk because with those two the might just kill each other)

we'll make this a slow burn and the best they get is linked hands -> I know I’m torturing my self but I want it to be a slow burn so bad! Maybe not even holding hands, maybe one of them falls asleep and the other brushes his cheek softly? Or runs fingers through his hair?

see, this is why i love doing these with you, you simply make my feeble fleeting thoughts better. -> stop it you’ll make me cry 🖤 I’m having so much fun!

mickey's father is from charyn and so is ian's. neither of their mothers is, though.-> AGREED. I think it makes it even more interesting, no one sees it coming because everyone is looking for full charyn, they don’t even understand the prophecy correctly. It’s probably Terry’s fault.

they are technically mortal enemies-> that’s the best way to start a soulmate relationship if you ask me. There’s just so much pressure to Haydee each other. That they misinterpret this magnetic pull that they have towards each other, you know? Which makes it even better because they’re not getting together for the greater good, they’re getting together because they want to be together. What brings those two countries peace is not an orchestrated, manufactured relationship, but a true connection. 

ian… loved by the people, finding his soulmate in their enemies' prince? how could they not wish him well. -> Oh yes, the public loves the “against all odd” couple who saves the day !

And the queen and the king know Ian, so they trust him, and they know he would be a good leader. So the offer for peace is the easiest decisions they can make. becomes the one who's responsible for the communication between his new and his old home -> he’s perfect for it. of course Ian is not gonna just completely disconnect from his family. It is his old home, but he’s not gonna stay away from the people he loves. And he learns to feel at home in his new home with Mickey. Just like both of those countries that have to learn how to live together. 

Wait till at the end, what happens with Mandy? I feel like we kind of lost her with our cute soulmate plot. Is she going to help Ian coordinate between the two countries? Is she going to meet Lip? 

i have a confession to make. the gods au was actually just a little snack, a tiny distraction for in between until i got around to bother you with an au of my favourite book series. i could say i'm sorry, but we both know that ain't true. does it make a lot of sense? probably not. does it feed my needs? absolutely fucking yes. that being said, if the below sparks interest, check out the lumatere chronicles by melina marchetta. needless to mention. huge spoiler alert for the series. anyway-

i'm mostly taking ideas from the latter two books, what you need to know from the first is,

- it's set in medieval-ish times. what can i say. i'm weak.

- the whole world comes with a map of several countries, the most important ones for us are lumatere and charyn.

- the kingdom of lumatere had been cursed for ten years. nobody had been able to enter the kingdom.

- some of its people had been trapped inside the country. they could not communicate with those (of their people) outside the country.

- the curse was brought onto the country after their royal family had been slain in a nightly ambush. the ambush had been led by the king's brother or cousin (i can't quite remember), with the help of soldiers sent to aid him by the kingdom of charyn. he claimed the throne. he's called the impostor king; i don't think we ever get told his actual name.

- only the young prince was believed to survive the massacre. turned out, he sacrificed his life for his little sister.

- ten years later the protagonist of the book has a dream that tells him to pick up this young novice in a cloister. turns out, it's the princess, there's some magical soulmate thing going on between them. they free their country, lead it with justice and kindness and are beloved by their people.

- on their travels to gather their people they met a boy on the streets. some things happen, they free him from some slave traders, he's bound to them by them -mainly the queen- saving his life, he becomes the main protagonist of the next two books.

i think that covers all, now let me get to the fun part that is the canon story of book two and three!

- one of the main characters' first words are literally, “but if your mouth touches mine, i will cut it out.” which is honestly the main reason i am now here to bother you with all this.

- it's revealed that the kingdom of charyn is cursed, too. after their princess was born, no child was born to the kingdom. everybody who was pregnant lost their child, nobody could get pregnant again. i think it had something to do with someone killing their saint/oracle, but i would have to go back to read all of it to be entirely sure.

- this has been going on for eighteen years.

- the prophecy says the two last born children of charyn will break the curse by “making the first”, which they interpret as them producing a child.

- charyn is devided into provinces. year after year the last born of each province makes his way to the palace to see whether he is the one last born they need to lift the curse. It does not work.

- the queen of lumatere is still angry about her family being slain and her people being cursed in the wake of it. due to circumstance they get the chance to send an assassin into charyn to kill the king, and the princess.

- the assassin, you guessed it, is the boy the picked up on the streets. they had him be trained by the royal guard for this specific reason. so far, he had been sent after those who collaborated with the impostor king.

- long story short, he's obviously sent into charyn to execute the killings. one thing leads to another, he falls for the princess, it's revealed he's actually a charynite, surprise surprise, he's the other last born they need to lift the curse, there's a lot of running to be done, a lot of heartbreak and push and pull between the protagonist and the princess.

- he returns to his kingdom without having fulfilled his task (obviously), it's apparent he's heartbroken. there's also that period where he believes the princess -and their unborn child- to be dead.

- turns out that isn't true, and despite how much their hearts break over it, the king and queen of lumatere send him back to charyn. they disguise him as the son of two of their nobles so he's of proper stance to marry the princess.

- their marriage leads to peace between the kingdoms, everybody is happy. practically.

now to what i thought about for the crossover-

- it's mainly still the original storyline. terry gets to be a mixture between the charynite king and his asshole advisor kind of guy. the latter assaults the princess because he thinks he's destined to break charyn's curse. reminds me of mandy's tragedy with the pregnancy and all. obviously, it does not work like this here, but you get what i mean.

- to have this make sense, hear me out. mickey is the last born royal child. his and mandy's mother is actually from one of the other kingdoms and not a charynite by blood. mandy is the result of an affair of hers, thankfully she looks enough like mickey so it doesn't get caught. sorry to mandy, but i need you to fit my agenda.

- thankfully, ian already kind of fits the plans. (if anybody reads the actual books, yes, the original protagonist from book one is a redhead, too, leave me alone.) while he shared the same mother as his siblings, his biological father is a charynite. the main part i'll have to change about him and mickey is making them born close to each other, probably on the exact same day, because i really

- i'll have the gallaghers originally be farmers, because i can.

- while their country was cursed fiona, debbie, carl, and liam were trapped inside the country, him and lip among those who could flee in time. they're picked up by the queen (still in disguise) and her entourage. basically the substitutes for the orphan boy.

- in the meantime, fiona married the son of a lord who was close to the royal family. (jimmy-steve possibility, maybe?)

- after they reunite, ian has troubles finding his place with his family. during his and lip's time outside the country's walls, he met a ton of people and learned a lot about them. his heart is yearning for – something. someone?

- through his brother in law and the relationship built during their travels, he gets a position in the royal guard. obviously, he becomes a trusted soldier and trained as an assassin. he's sent to charyn after they hear about their curse, to basically make sure they never get another heir. jokes on. practically everonye.

- now where it gets interesting is the prophecy. i'll have it be a classical misinterpretation. “make the first” - what. nobody said anything about a baby. for all we know they could make handprints on the palace walls as the first people ever and tada, the curse is broken.

more quotes from the books i think would fit our favourite idiots,

- most days he feared that a monster of great baseness lived inside him, fighting to set itself free. killing the traitors […] made sense. but killing also fed the monster. → maybe hinting at ian's bipolar? i'm not sure how it could be properly brought into this.

- as always, the intimacy between them made [him] ache. / it wasn't magic or curses, this thing that lay between them. it was more profound than that. he couldn't even put it into words, and at times it made him want to walk away and take refuge from the ties that bound them both.

- in a kinder world, one i promise you i've seen, men and women flirt and dance and love with only the fear of what it would mean without the other in their lives.

- he was as wild as ever and full of rage at the world. at himself.

- do i have to be here to belong to you? can't i belong to you wherever i am?

- our bodies aren't strangers. our spirits aren't strangers. tell me what part of me is stranger to you, and i'll destroy that part of me.

- “i'm not worth the valley.” “you're worth a kingdom.”

this is very many words (according to my word program 1,476 words, precisely) for saying i have an unhealthy obsession with two pieces of media and desperately need them fused. i will go and bury myself now, thanksokaybye.

Good morning my darling! This is fucking amazing, let's dive the fuck in!

Listen man, you can't come up to me with a medieval kingdom soulmate AU without a warning like that, I need to sit down.

The first book sounds so good! Like is it mostly about their journey? I am a sucker for a good soulmate storyline!

“But if your mouth touches mine, I will cut it out.” -> No fucking way! this! this is exactly! It's meant to be.

the original protagonist from book one is a redhead, too, leave me alone. -> Hahaha to be honest Ian Gallagher changes me into a redhead enthusiast, so I think this is very valid. However, I will not leave you alone.

I'll have the Gallaghers originally be farmers, because I can. -> yes you can. You can also have all my money to continue telling me this story.

Ian and Lip being able to escape and being picked up together reminds me of the CPS plot in s3!

Fiona married the son of a lord who was close to the royal family. -> Jimmy-Steve !!! I love how we manage to slip him into so many AUs! Maybe his dad is the royal family doctor / advisor?

Thinking back about Lip trying to help Ian get into west point and JROTC, this make so much sense that Ian would become a solider. Maybe running away, joining the army, like in canon? not sure what would set it off... Maybe people discovering about him and Ned?

Nobody said anything about a baby. for all we know they could make handprints on the palace walls -> hahaha okay but what if it's make the first true love? Like all the royal couples in their kingdom before them were arranged marriages or something of the sort and this was they first time the prince got to chose someone he loves?

This is so fucking incredible because I am getting so much of the "I want the gun back Mickey" vibes but more in the "prepare to die" kind of way... Ian sneaking into Mickey's bedroom to kill him but getting distracted and somehow ending up fucking? (the curse only breaks when they 'make love')

Alternatively, maybe they make the first united country as Ian grew up in a different one (if I understood you Ian's dad is from charynite and his mom from lumatere, terry is the king of charynite and Mickey's mom is as well, but maybe she cheated with Mickey's real dad?) hence no one thinks they are the couple that will break the curse, but they're both mixed, and make the first mixed couple? I don't know if this makes sense at all.

quotes from the books I think would fit our favorite idiots (I am so ready for this!) - in a kinder world, one i promise you i've seen, men and women flirt and dance and love with only the fear of what it would mean without the other in their lives. -> "In what fucking world do you live in?" straight to my heart. - do i have to be here to belong to you? can't i belong to you wherever i am? -> "I want to be where you are, Mickey!"

1,476 words of pure fucking gold, Nosho. I am dying. This is too good. I feel blessed. You better come back from the dead so we can talk about it more!

[heylookliisten]

thinking about if eddie were to purpose, he would do it through a campaign

maybe it’s a few short years after the events in the upside down. he had just barely made it out, accepting his death before he passed out. what he wasn’t prepared for was to wake up in a hospital room with you by his side. when your eyes meet once you realize he’s awake, eddie decided he never wanted to wake up without you again

so two confessions and one epic kiss later, you and eddie have started to build a life together. he graduated, got a job, and is just so incredibly happy with you. he’s been absolutely smitten from the start so it’s no surprise to anyone when eddie brings up the idea of proposing. steve, robin, nancy, and the kids all give eddie their own suggestions but it’s when mike says to just do what feels right, it clicks. what’s more eddie-like than striving to create the greatest, most important campaign in d&d history?

it’s relatively easy to keep the reality of the plan a secret from you. developing campaigns isn’t an uncommon occurrence for eddie even after passing the torch to dustin. however what is odd is how vague eddie is about the whole thing. he won’t go into heavy detail and always keeps his notebook out of your reach. the most he’s done was give you small clues here and there before telling you to “play and find out, sweetheart” it also throws you off that everyone seems to know about it. you even caught steve and max talking about it

it takes months before eddie decides it’s finally ready. you don’t play often but eddie begged you to this time and you could never say no to those puppy dog eyes. he surprises you when he comes out a little dressed up, playing it off as nothing when you question him. todays campaign is being held in the same drama room at hawkins high but you notice there’s more decor, candles, and even music playing in the background. the members of hellfire file in as normal but it’s when you see everyone else show up that you start to become suspicious. before you can say anything, eddie gives dustin a signal and the curly hair boy dramatic announces the start of the campaign

you get so lost in the game that your thoughts from earlier are nearly forgotten. to say this was eddies best work was an understatement. it has twists, riddles, and captivated you like no other. the general synopsis was for the party to follow the rumors of a rare treasure that grants a wish of those deemed worthy. they went through several regions, fighting monsters, solving riddles, and overcame any problems thrown their way. you guys were several hours in and it seemed that you were nearing the end. The party had traveled through an underwater crystal cave, receiving the blessing of a goddess who saved you all from a monstrous guardian lurking within. it was a close call for your character before eddie swooped in and saved you. dustin explained that the killing of the guardian allowed the water to drain and a secret passage to be revealed. when the party took a chance and explored the secret passage, a lone treasure chest was revealed. for visuals, dustin brought out a small, ornate looking chest from his pocket and placed it in the middle of the table before asking who will test their worth. there was a tense silence to wash over the room, all eyes turning to eddie. it was now or never

he leaned over to take the chest before taking a deep breath and turning to you. his eyes are glossy with unshed tears as he explains that there’s only one wish, one dream that he has. he’s never felt truly deserving of happiness, thinking he’d never find someone that can truly make him feel loved. but all of that changed the moment you came up and introduced yourself to him freshman year. his voice waivers as he confesses that you have given him everything and he wants to spend the rest of his life giving you everything you deserve. he flips open the box to reveal the perfect ring. a nervous smile graces his lips and he asks you “what do you say, baby? wanna be my dream forever?”

it’s then that it hits you. this is what he was working so hard for, this is what everyone was helping out with. the campaign and everything suddenly became so clear. the regions you went to shared characteristics of places where you and eddie created core memories together. one of the herbs used to save your character happened to resemble the type of flowers eddie gave you on your first date. eddies character always wore a piece of your armor the same way you always wear the guitar pick necklace he gave you. he came in to save you the same way you saved him all those years ago. everything was about the life you and him have built, the life you want to continuing growing.

there are tears streaming down your smiling face, shaky hands coming up to cup eddies cheeks. everyone is on the edge of their seats waiting for your response. “i’ll be yours if you continue to be mine.” everyone can hear the complete love and adoration in your voice. the metalhead choked back a sob as he grins and nods, surging forward to connect his lips with yours. everyone is crying and their cheers fill the room as you and eddie pull apart so he can slip the ring on your finger. nancy snapped a polaroid of the two of you, eddie scribbling something on the boarder once it was developed. he shows it to you and you didn’t think you could smile even more but boy were you wrong. the photo shows you and eddie locked in a kiss with your hand showing off the ring and at the bottom it’s dated with “the first day of forever” written with a heart

[waitimcomingtoo]

hi bestie! xmas request for u <333 could you do one where the avengers clearly know that peter and the reader like eachother, so they (very undiscreetly) place mistletoes literally everywhere in the hq to get the lil babies of the groups to kiss? thank uuuuuuu love u!

Under The Mistletoe

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Masterlist

“Good morning everyone.” You greeted the Avengers as you walked in the kitchen one morning.

“Good morning.” Peters eyes followed you as you sat down next to him at the table. “I made you hot chocolate.”

“You did? You’re so sweet.” You took the mug from him and kissed his forehead. “Thank you.”

“Well you mentioned last night that you were always freezing in the morning so I thought this would warm you up.” Peter smiled sweetly at you, face flushed from the kiss.

“You’re too good to me. I was gonna put some whip cream on it. Do you want some?” You offered as you went to the refrigerator.

“Sure. Thank you.” Peter nodded as you put some whip cream on his hot chocolate. The rest of the Avengers watched the interaction, exchanging knowing glances every once in a while.

“So, what did you guys do last night?” Natasha asked curiously as she leaned on her hand.

“We went on patrol together and then walked around the city. It was snowing so it was really pretty.” You smiled as you remembered the night before. Natasha and Bruce made eye contact, giving each other a knowing look.

“Didn’t you get cold?” Bruce asked for his own amusement.

“My suit has a built in heater.” Peter told him.

“But Y/n’s suit doesn’t.” Tony added, understanding what was going on.

“Peter had his arm around me so the heat kept us both warm.” You told them as you sipped your mug, making everyone gush.

“Uh huh.” Tony nodded as he watched Peter put his arm around your chair. “So you went for a moonlit stroll through the city. Pretty romantic, don’t you think? Was it a date?”

“What?” Peter sputtered. “No.”

“We’re just friends.” You nodded a few too many times.

“You got some whip cream on your face.” Peter noticed the white dollop on your nose.

“Oh. Oops.” You laughed in embarrassment and went to wipe it off.

“I got it.” Peter wiped your face with his thumb, leaving both of you in a blushing mess.

“Thanks.” You giggled, gazing lovingly into his eyes.

“Right. Just friends.” Rhodey grimaced as he watched the disgusting love fest in front of him.

“So what are you doing today?” Natasha asked, finding the whole situation hysterical.

“We were gonna watch some holiday movies in my room before patrol.” Peter told her.

“Speaking of that, do you want to get started?” You asked him. “We have a lot to get through.”

“Sure. Bye guys.” Peter waved before resting his hand on the small of your back and leading you out of the room. Once you left, the Avengers let out the collective laugh they had been holding in.

“So…they’re in love, right? We can agree on that?” Tony asked as he looked around the room, seeing everyone nod at him.

“I have never seen anyone so whipped.” Rhodey laughed as he sipped his coffee.

“How have they not admitted their feelings?” Nat asked the room. “It’s so obvious.”

“This is worse than me and Nat.” Steve commented.

“Or me and Nat.” Bruce added.

“Or me and Nat.” Tony agreed.

“When are those crazy kids gonna get together?” Steve chuckled as he opened the newspaper.

“This gives me an idea.” Tony narrowed his eyes as he got a familiar devilish glint in his eyes.

“Oh no.” Steve recognized the glint. “This can’t be good.”

“By the end of the holiday season, I want Y/n and Peter to be together.” Tony said decidedly. “This will require a group effort in making it happen. In the weeks leading up to the holidays, I expect each and every one of you to get our dear Peter and Y/n to realize they like each other.”

“How do you expect us to do that?” Nat humored him.

“You will all plant mistletoe somewhere in the building.” Tony grinned wickedly. “The mistletoe that gets the most kisses out of them wins.”

“Wins what?” Bruce asked, just as intrigued as the rest of the team.

“Whatever you want. I don’t know if the giant building with my name on it gave it away, but I have money.” Tony stated. “Lots of it. Or how about this, the winner can pick and design a new room to be added to the tower.”

“I could use a physical therapy room.” Rhodey spoke up. “I don’t know if you guys remember, but my legs don’t work on their own anymore ever since I fell out of the sky.”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.” Steve realized.

“Yeah. Nobody really talks about that.” Bruce agreed.

“I think we could all benefit from a new training room.” Nat threw in. “The old one has a permanent sweaty man smell.”

“We already have a training room. What we really need is some personal up keeping. Keeping myself this blonde is not cheap. A hair parlor in the building would be nice.” Steve suggested.

“Parlor.” Tony chuckled under his breath.

“I second that.” Bucky piped up.

“Of course you do, Jared Leto.” Tony teased.

“We don’t need a hair salon. What we need is another lab.” Bruce declared.

“Or a ballet studio.” Nat gasped.

“I think we should install an Olive Garden.” Bucky shrugged.

“How about a room full of murals of myself?” Thor smiled. “You can all gaze upon them and push yourself to stop being tiny and small.”

“Or another gym.” Rhodey shrugged.

“Or a wine cellar. But for beer! A beer cellar.” Thor cheered.

“We can discuss the room later.” Tony quieted everyone down. “If you really want these things, get the kids together. You know what you have to do.”

Tony

You and Peter often ate breakfast together in the same spot everyday, and Tony used that information to his advantage. He skillfully hung some mistletoe above your usual seats and patiently waited for your arrival. Soon enough, Tony heard your footsteps coming into the kitchen.

“Hey Petey.” You rubbed Peter’s back before taking a seat next to him. “Hi Mr. Stark.”

“Hey guys.” Tony smiled before looking up and gasping. “Oh golly gee, would ya look at that? Mistletoe! Who put that there?”

“Oh, wow.” Peter said as he looked up to see mistletoe hanging above the two of you. “I didn’t even notice.”

“Yeah. I probably wouldn’t have looked up if you hadn’t pointed it out.” You said skeptically as you eyed Tony.

“Ha.” Tony forced a laugh. “Well, now you see it. Bye!”

He quickly left the room and hid behind a wall where he could watch his plan unfold.

“That wasn’t at all weird.” You chuckled as you turned in your seat.

“He probably put Red Bull in his protein shake again.” Peter laughed as well, fingers brushing yours a little on the table.

“Yeah.” You nodded, suddenly feeling awkward now that you were both aware of the mistletoe hanging above your heads. You both looked away from each other, red in the face and sneaking occasional glances at the plant.

“I, um, I’ve never actually seen mistletoe in person before.” Peter said to break the silence. “I’ve only heard about it in songs.”

“Me too.” You nodded rapidly. “Or in movies and stuff.”

“Yeah.” Peter gulped. “And stuff.”

You looked at each other for a moment, shy smiles on your faces.

“I mean, since it’s both of our first times getting caught under it, it’d be a shame not to honor the tradition.” You suggested sheepishly as you averted your eyes.

“Right.” Peter said quickly. “It’s tradition. We basically have to.”

“Yeah. It’s practically a right of passage for the holiday season.” You said simply as you leaned closer to Peter.

“Exactly.” Peter agreed, leaning in as well. Your faces were almost touching now, just a few more inches until contact.

“Um.” You let out a nervous laugh before shutting your eyes and leaning in. Peter met you the rest of the way, your lips connecting directly under the mistletoe. You smiled a little into the kiss before pressing your hand to his cheek to keep him in place. Peter pulled away after a minute, gazing fondly in your eyes as he opened them. He’d been waiting to kiss you for the longest time, and it was just as perfect as he imagined.

“Thanks.” Peter said, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment after he said it.

“You’re welcome.” You laughed at him, squeezing his shoulder in admiration.

“I’m glad we could, erm, fulfill the tradition.” Peter laughed at his own awkwardness as he shook his head.

“Me too.” You nodded with a flushed face. “I feel more in the holiday spirit already.”

“Same, same.” Peter trailed off, looking around the room to distract from the awkwardness.

“Can we just pretend that didn’t happen and eat our breakfast?” You requested, looking at him shyly.

“Please.” Peter agreed. “It never happened.”

Rhodey

Bruce was making his way to the lab when he saw Rhodey hiding behind a wall, staring at hanging mistletoe.

“Why are you standing here?” Bruce whispered as he stood behind Rhodey.

“I told Y/n to meet me in the kitchen and I’m sending her a bunch of texts so she keeps her eyes on her phone. I also told Peter to meet me in the theater. They’ll have to go through that doorway where I strategically placed mistletoe. Once they bump into each other, they’ll have to kiss and I’ll get a point.” Rhodey explained his masterplan in a hushed tone.

“Why do you want them to bump into each other? Can’t they just see each other in the doorway?” Bruce whispered back.

“Man, have you ever seen a romantic comedy?” Rhodey sighed. “The girl has to bump into the boy so he knows she’s clumsy and not like other girls.”

“I think you’re getting a little too invested in this. It’s just a room.” Bruce reminded him, beginning to think he was behind on the contest.

“Its not about the room.” Rhodey insisted. “I just want to beat Rogers and his stupid parlor.”

“Shh.” Bruce hushed him. “Here they come.”

Bruce and Rhodey watched as you and Peter smacked into each other in the doorway.

“Oh, sorry. I wasn’t looking.” Peter said as he caught you from falling.

“That’s okay. I wasn’t looking either.” You smiled at him, staying in his arms.

“How are you gonna get them to notice the mistletoe?” Bruce whispered.

Rhodey silently took out a large fan and switched it on, sending a breeze towards you and Peter. The breeze made the bells on the mistletoe chime, causing you and Peter to look up.

“Is that mistletoe?” He asked as he pointed to it.

“It looks like it.” You commented. “I guess Mr. Stark decorated the tower.”

“Kinda crazy we got caught under it twice.” Peter chuckled nervously, hoping he’d get the chance to kiss you again.

“I know. But hey, it’s tradition.” You shrugged, also hoping you’d get to kiss him.

“Yeah. Tradition.” Peter was barely listening to himself speak as he stared at your lips. You laughed a little as your arms went around his neck, pulling him into a soft kiss. It was just as good as the first time, if not better. You pulled away after a moment and sighed against his mouth.

“I, um, I gotta meet Rhodey in the nitchken.” You stumbled over your words.

“Yeah, I’m supposed to see him in the popcorn palace.” Peter spoke, not even knowing what he was saying.

“I’ll see you later, Petey.” You squeezed his arm gently and made your way to the kitchen.

“Bye.” Peter mumbled before going to the theater. Rhodey turned to Bruce with a boastful grin and held a finger to symbolize the point he has just gotten. Bruce swallowed nervously, realizing he had to get on it if he wanted to win.

Bruce

“Banner.” Tony came to Bruce’s side with a suspicious look. “You look awfully devious today.”

“You’re much more likely to walk next to someone than to be caught under a doorway with them. That’s why I put a bouquet of roses and mistletoe on the table between their rooms. Every time they pass it, they’ll have to kiss.” Bruce explained as he turned to Tony with bloodshot eyes. He had been working on the plan all night and it showed.

“You unsuspecting genius.” Tony gasped.

“How is that unsuspected?” Bruce deadpanned. “I’m a certified genius. That’s why I was recruited.

“Yeah? And I’m a certified freak. 7 days a week.” Tony said as he stared at the bouquet of mistletoe. It didn’t take long for you and Peter to come out of your rooms and meet in front of the bouquet.

“Hey, Petey.” You greeted him. “What are you up to?”

“I was gonna grab a snack and then watch Dance Moms compilations.” Peter told you.

“Without me?” You pretended to be offended.

“I was gonna ask you to join.” Peter rolled his eyes sarcastically.

“I’d love to.” You smiled at him. “Let’s go.”

“Wait, is this mistletoe?” Peter realized the bouquet right as you were about to leave.

“Damn, it’s everywhere, huh?” You laughed as you touched the roses, warmed by the color.

“Do we still have to kiss of its not over our heads?” Peter wondered.

“Yes!” Bruce whispered sharply.

“You heard that too right?” Your eyes widened as you looked around for where the voice came from.

“Yeah. I thought it was my conscience.” Peter sighed in relief. Your eyes flickered from the bouquet to Peter, back to the bouquet.

“I mean, we might as well kiss.” You shrugged. “Mistletoe is still mistletoe.”

“You’re right. It would be a waste not to.” Peter nodded eagerly.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” You smiled as you pulled him into a kiss. This kiss lasted longer than usual as you both let it linger.

“The plan was smart but you only got one kiss out of it.” Tony whispered to Bruce as you and Peter went to the kitchen.

“Just wait.” Bruce told him. Some enough, you and Peter returned with an armful of snacks.

“Oh, we passed it again.” Peter said robotically, knowing you’d pass it again.

“Oops.” You said sarcastically. “I guess we have to kiss again.”

“Ugh. Every time.” Peter rolled his eyes as he pulled you towards his lips. You gripped his shirt collar and continued kissing him as you pulled him into your room.

“See?” Bruce smirked. “Certified genius.”

Down the hall, Natasha had seen the whole thing, chewing her lips as she came up with a plan.

Natasha

Natasha set her plan in motion a few days later, waiting in the kitchen for you as she stirred a bowl of muffin mix. Peter sat at the counter, reading over one of Bruce’s articles in a book. You came into the kitchen wearing an ugly Christmas sweater that matched Peters, the sight of you making Peter smile.

“Hi Nat.” You beamed at her as you took a seat next to Peter at the kitchen counter. “Whatcha making?”

“I’m making muffins with the berries from mistletoe.” Nat said cheerfully. “They should be really good.”

“You bake?” You asked curiously. “You mean they taught you culinary skills when training you to be an assassin?”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me. For example, I love ballet. We might even be getting a ballet studio in the tower soon.” She said coyly, making you and Peter exchange a suspicious glance.

“Wow. That’ll be really cool.” Peter played along, skeptically of her intentions.

“Right? Does this look okay to you guys?” Nat asked as she held the mistletoe above your head. “I can’t tell it it’s good to use or not.”

“It looks fine to me.” Peter shrugged as he looked up at it.

“Oh, silly me.” Nat clicked her tongue. “You guys are totally under it. I guess you’ll have to kiss.”

You and Peter exchanged another look before pecking each other on the lips.

“Hmm. I still can’t tell. Can you check again?” Nat asked as she held it up again.

“It still looks fine.” You told her, growing suspicious.

“And you still have to kiss.” She sighed like it was an inconvenience. You narrowed your eyes at her before kissing Peter on the cheek.

“Are you guys sure it’s okay? One more time, please.” Nat held it over your heads a final time. Peter looked at you skeptically before leaning in for a kiss. Both of you were well aware of the sneaky smile on Natashas face.

“Wait, let me see if I can find another one.” Natasha took another bunch of mistletoe out of her grocery bag and pretended to inspect it. She made a whole show of it, making it look like she simply couldn’t find out if it was okay to use. She sighed sadly and looked to you guys for help before holding it up. You and Peter laughed in disbelief before kissing on the lips.

“Wow. Did I accidentally make you guys kiss 4 times?” Nat spoke loudly, as id she was letting all the people in the tower know. “That’s a lot. Looks like we’ll be getting that ballet studio after all.”

“Yeah. That is a lot.” Thor appeared in the doorway upon hearing Natashas declaration. He eyed you and Peter with a ponderous look on his face, becoming aware that he was losing the competition.

“Oops. I just remembered that mistletoe is poisonous.” Nat finished her bit. “Guess I won’t be making these! Bye guys!”

She swiftly left the room, leaving the mistletoe on the counter. You and Peter looked at each other, equally confused about what was happening. Thor walked further into the kitchen and pretended to take interest in the mistletoe. He held it up over his head before holding it over you and Peter.

“Are you two sure this mistletoe is good for use?” He asked, stealing Nat’s idea.

“We’re not kissing for you.” Peter told him flatly.

“I never liked you anyway.” Thor stated as he dropped the mistletoe and left the kitchen. He wandered the tower until he found Pepper reading in the living room.

“Pans. I have some bad news.” Thor sighed as he laid on the couch like he was in a therapists office. “The competition your husband started is rigged.”

“Why do you say that?” Pepper wondered.

“Because I’m losing!” Thor whined. “Gods do not lose to humans. Unless it’s a contest for tiny people.”

“How many kisses have you gotten?” Pepper asked, well aware of the contest.

“0 so far.” He sighed. “Everyone else has four or five. Banner has seven!”

“So you just have to come up with a plan that blows everyone else out of the water.” Pepper shrugged.

“Like what?”

“Everyone else has gotten them to kiss, right?” Pepper asked.

“Yes.” Thor nodded.

“You can get them to date.” Pepper said like it was simple.

“Why, that’s brilliant! Thank you, Pans!” Thor cheered as he got off the couch. “You have done me well.”

“You’re welcome.” Pepper chuckled as she flipped the page.

“Wait, your husband is also in this competition.” Thor realized. “Why are you helping me?”

“Because when Tony wins something, he gets way too cocky and thinks he’s above doing any laundry or cleaning.” Pepper explained. “Someone else has to win or he’ll buy Mexico or something.”

“Thank you, lady Pans.” Thor grinned. “I will not disappoint.”

Thor

“May I come in? I’m just kidding. I am coming in regardless of your answer.” Thor chuckled as he barged into your room. You and Peter had been sitting on the bed, jumping from fear as he came in.

“Hi, Thor.” You said skeptically as Thor pulled up a chair. “Can we help you with something?”

“For the past few weeks, the Avengers have been holding a stupid contest that I am losing to see who can get you two to kiss the most.” Thor explained. “They have been using mistletoe to carry out this stupid contest.”

“Wait, what?” You and Peter looked at each other in shock. Suddenly, the strange behavior and random mistletoe sightings all made sense.

“That’s why there’s mistletoe everywhere?” You asked. “And why did you guys do this in the first place? Why us?”

“Because you two like each other.” Thor shrugged. “And everyone knows it. Except for you two. You don’t know it.”

“What?” Peter sputtered. “We do not-“

“Shh.” Thor hushed him. “Don’t talk to me. Talk to each other. You’re welcome.”

Thor smiled kindly before getting out of his chair and leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

“I can’t believe they did this.” Peter groaned. “Forcing us to kiss because they think we like each other? Who comes up with that?”

“I know right?” You agreed. “How we feel about each other is none of their business.”

“Exactly. And what do they know? If I liked you, I think I would know.” Peter forced a laugh, well aware that he liked you.

“Yeah. We would know.” You nodded before looking at him skeptically. “We would know, right?”

“I don’t know.” Peter answered honestly. “It’s kinda hard to tell how I feel about you. I never know if something that happens between us is platonic or romantic.”

“Me either.” You spoke softly as you put your hand on his. “Kissing isn’t really platonic, though.”

“I guess not.” Peter chuckled as he looked at you. You stared at him for a moment, heart beating in your ears as you thought out your next step.

“Peter, do you like me?” You asked slowly, looking at him through your eyelashes.

“Um, kinda, yeah.”

“Kinda?” You laughed softly at his answer.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed and squeezed your hand. “I don’t know what to say in this situation.”

“Just tell me how you feel.” You shrugged.

“I feel like I’ve been lingering around places where the mistletoe in hopes that you’ll walk by and kiss me.” Peter confessed, looking at you with a shy smile.

“Well that’s not platonic.” You teased him, leaning into him a little.

“No, it’s not.” Peter agreed. Your eyes flicked to his lips briefly before leaning in to kiss him, pulling his face closer to yours with the hand that wasn’t holding his. He kissed you back once he got over the surprise, sitting up straighter to get closer to you.

“You don’t need mistletoe to kiss me, Petey.” You whispered once you pulled away. “You can do it whenever you want.”

“I’m gonna take you up on that.” Peter smiled softly at you.

“I hope you do.” You flirted before connecting your lips to his again. On the other side of the door, Thor had his ear pressed up against the crack, listening to every word with a huge grin.

“I am so going to win this contest.”

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WANDA MAXIMOFF/READER - LAND OF THIEVES - #CHAPTERTEN

Summary: When you were a child, you swore that no matter how high the reward in your head, she could always count on you. Life as an outlaw in the west is not easy, but you believe that train robberies are still easier than asking a pretty girl to dance. Land of Thieves, also know as your love story with Wanda Maximoff in the Wild West.

AO3> Land of Thieves

Warnings:  18+, explicit language, explicit violence, slow burn, childhood friends to lovers, cursing, blood. Chapters Warning: Smut is here kids.

Words: More than 50k

You wake up with Wanda entwined with you. You can get used to it, but you prefer it in a bed. At the moment, your back hurts a lot, because you two have fallen asleep on the grass, after talking all night long on the lakeshore.

Then you stretch out slightly and start stroking Wanda's hair tenderly, and she gradually wakes up.

- Good morning, love. - She mumbles huskily against your neck. You smile as you greet her back.

- We have to get up. - You tell her and let out a chuckle when Wanda grumbled unhappily.

Wanda squirmed against you, and then lifted her head with a slightly worried expression.

- Damn, you must be sore all over. - She says. - Sorry for sleeping on you.

You smile, disagreeing.

- No problem, darling. - You tell her. - I like it when you're on top of me.

Wanda smiles mischievously at your flirting, but then turns away to sit and look around. She notices that the other camp members are waking up. You sit up, and lean against the tree behind you.

- Do you think anyone will notice if we just stay in bed today? - Wanda asks humorously, adjusting her fallen suspenders and fastening them around her shoulders.

- I think your brother would have us out of bed in less than twenty minutes. - You joke, making her laugh.

She then stands up, and reaches out her hand to help you. You accept, and stand in front of her, but before she leaves, you lift one of your hands to her neck and kiss her hard.

Wanda stumbles back slightly in surprise, and then responds, her tongue asking for passage next. You sigh as you accept, and lift your other hand to her waist, as your tongues touch together.

You keep the kiss slow, and then part. You and Wanda smile with slightly swollen lips.

- Now let's get to work. - You tell her with a wink and steal another kiss before walking towards the camp.

//-//

Wanda needs to get back to Rhodes with Natasha first thing in the morning. You give her a quick good luck kiss before she leaves. And then you go to Bucky's tent.

- Hey, Buck. - You greet him as he enters. He is getting dressed and you try not to stare at the spot where his arm used to be.

- Good morning, Y/N. - He answers without turning around, looking for a shirt in his closet. - How are you?

- All right. - You answer. - I came to ask you to come with me to the reservation.

Bucky raises his eyebrow in surprise when he turns around.

- What are you going to do there?

- I would like to tell them what we are going to do. - You explain. - They should know what the government is trying to do.

- Oh, I get it. - said Bucky, buttoning up a white shirt. - I would like to go yes. Thanks for inviting me.

You smile, and give Bucky a slight nod before leaving the tent.

Steve stops on the way to the campfire. He looks tired and upset, but you can't tell why.

- Hey Y/N. - He calls out to you as he walks towards you. - Can we talk for a minute?

You nod and follow him toward the edge of the lake, a little away from everyone else.

- Are you okay? - you ask as you two stop walking. He looks down at the ground.

- I will be. - He says with a sad smile, and you frown. - Me and Bucky, we... Well, it wasn't working anymore.

- Oh, Steve... I'm sorry. - You say feeling quickly upset. You raise your hand to his forearm, and he shakes it with a smile.

- It's okay, child. - He says. - These things happen. But I didn't come to talk about it.

- But you know you can talk to me about it if you want to, okay?

Steve nods, and lets go of your hand. You smile, and put your hands in your pockets.

- I have been talking to Wanda and Nat about the moonshine scam. - He tells you. - Natasha told me what they knew about the wagon, and I ended up finding a brew that they missed. - You raise your eyebrow slightly in curiosity but don't interrupt. - We attack tomorrow afternoon.

- What? - You exclaim in surprise, but Steve smiles.

- The wagons go directly to the place of negotiation, and in order not to attract attention, the guards follow behind. - He begins to explain. - The mansion is considerably easier to enter.

- But I thought the gold was in the moonshine deposits. - You reply with confusion.

- Yes, we all do. - He said. - And then Natasha told me that she followed Mrs. Braithwaite around the house, and she has a secret room in the Mansion. We have to get in there.

- Why are the girls still monitoring the wagons in the mansion?

- Future business. - Steve says, shrugging his shoulders slightly. - Liquor businesses are lucrative, it's always good to know where they stand. We are thieves after all.

You blink incredulously, slightly annoyed.

- So Wanda and Natasha are risking themselves for nothing?

- What? Of course not. - Steve denies it and then gestures. - We couldn't have gotten this information without them.

- But after we got it, you still sent them back! - you exclaim angrily.

- Hey, calm down, will you? They're big girls and they know what they're doing. - He says. - They can take care of themselves.

- You are unbelievable. - You grumble angrily before walking away.

Steve calls you a few times, but you are furious and just keep going towards the horses. And Bucky is already waiting for you.

- Wow, everything okay there? - he asks as he watches you walk angrily, and aggressively get on your horse.

- I'm going to Braithwaite Manor. - You grumble, but then Bucky runs up to you and grabs your arm.

- Hey, girl, breathe. What happened?

- Steve is making them take risks for nothing. - You retort, trying to loosen your grip. - Wanda is in danger and I'm going to get her out of that place.

Bucky sighs and then looks at you seriously.

- Look, I know this is bad. - He says. - But you can't show up there and blow both their cover. It will put them in more danger.

- But...

- I know you're worried. - He interrupts with a tender look. - But you have to trust that they will be safe while they are inside. We can't just shoot our way in.

Bucky lets go of your arm and you feel your whole body tense up, feeling extremely nervous. And then you sigh, focusing on your breathing to control yourself.

- I need to distract myself from this. - You say after a moment. - Can we go to the reservation now?

- Of course, Y/N. - He says and then turns, heading towards his horse.

//-//

Buck is one of the quietest people you'll ever meet, but he goes out of his way to keep you distracted all the way to the Wakanda Indian Reservation in New Elizabeth. He sings a little, tells stories, and even makes jokes about his childhood, and you are immensely grateful to him.

You finally arrive in New Elizabeth in the afternoon. And at the entrance to the small town, the two of you begin to receive several curious and angry looks. You dismount from your horse together with Bucky and you lead them by the reins.

You are very surprised to find Carol on one of the benches outside.

- Hello, strangers. - She greeted you with a nod and a smile. There was a man and two women standing next to her.

- What are you doing here? - you asked after you and Bucky tied your horses and approached her.

- My investigation brought me here. - She said and then pointed to the people next to her. - This is T'Challa. - She introduced the man who gave you a brief nod. - This is Okoye. - The first woman did not smile. - And this is Shuri. - The second woman smiled at both of you and nodded.

- Sorry for the intrusion. - Bucky said. - And thank you for having us in your home.

You look a bit flustered, but nod in agreement with Bucky's words. The Wakanda' didn't seem to mind.

- Please, welcome. - T'Challa says politely. You noticed the leader's necklace he carried around his neck. - Help yourselves to some water and food.

You and Bucky smiled at the hospitality, and as Bucky sat down next to Carol and poured himself some water, you turned to the blonde.

- Are you going to tell me what you found out? - you asked, and she smiled.

- Of course, young lady. - She said. - Sit down.

You sat on the bench in front of Carol, and Okoye and Shuri waved quickly in farewell and left toward the other hollows of the reserve, while T'Challa sat on the third bench in the circle, looking at you, Carol and Bucky.

- It has come to my attention what you wish to do to help my people. - T'Challa began in a calm but serious tone. - And Carol Danvers also told me that the warrior Killmonger came to you.

- Yes, but he died before he could explain anything to me. - You say.

- Forgive me, but Killmonger would tell you only lies.

You frowned in surprise, and T'Challa straightened his posture before continuing.

- Tell me, did Erik ever tell you how he knew about the carriage? - He asked.

- He told me he refused the heist. And then he found out where it came from. - You answered, and T'Challa smiled, nodding in disagreement.

- Erik was an American soldier. - He tells, surprising you and Bucky. Carol continues eating quietly, and you imagine that she has already heard the story. - He was trying to help our people by destroying government operations from the inside, as a double agent.

- That is suicide. - Bucky commented.

- And it really caused his death. - Said T'Challa with a serious expression. - The man who killed him in Saint Denis was his captain. They discovered his treachery. - T'Challa ignored your shocked expressions and continued to tell. - Mister Killmonger refused to guard that carriage when he found out where the money was going. But he followed the soldiers anyway, to find out who was going to be the group to be paid. - T'Challa explained. - And then, he saw you stealing the carriage.

You exchanged a look with Carol, who just gave you a wry smile.

- How did he know who I was? - you asked.

- He. - T'Challa replied as he nodded slightly to Bucky. - He knew who were the children in protection of the white wolf.

- Are your people still watching me? - Bucky asked, looking surprised. - Even after all this time?

- Once Wakanda, always Wakanda. - T'Challa said with a smile. Bucky looked away, seeming impressed.

- He told me he came to me because of my family. - You said after a moment, without looking at T'Challa, feeling embarrassed.

- That's true. - he answered. - Killmonger would not trust anyone to help him other than Wakanda people. And Bucky would not accept his request, so he turned to you.

You nod, understanding the story.

- Mr. T'Challa, I would like to explain the plan about the land purchase. - You say, but the man just raises his hand slightly.

- There is no need, Carol told me everything. - He says seriously. - And my people are grateful for your concern, but I really don't see how a piece of paper changes anything.

- The land would be yours. - You say.

- The land is ours. - He says, and you bite the inside of your cheek, uncomfortably. That's not what you meant, and you really had no intention of offending the Wakanda people. But T'Challa doesn't appear upset. - We have papers, Miss Y/L/N. Many peace agreements have been made between our people and the American government. And they have all been broken.

You let out a sad sigh, knowing that he was right. But you refuse to lose hope.

- This is different. - You secure T'Challa. - The land would legally belong to you. They couldn't take you away from here.

- Oh, they won't. - T'Challa retorts with a slight wry smile. - Wakanda's not going anywhere. This land is ours, and we will die here.

- I will buy the land, T'Challa. - You tell him seriously. - Even if is only to give you the legal right to shoot everyone who trespasses here.

T'Challa laughs lightly, shaking his head. You look away from him to the fire in front of you.

- Don't worry so much about the safety of Wakanda. - He said after a moment, and then nodded slightly to the side, and you looked in the direction he showed you. Several meters away there were a number of people training with bows and spears in the open field, and you noticed that they also carried pistols at their waists. - The panthers are our protectors. We will be all right, with or without a piece of paper.

You watch one of the Wakanda people deliver a swift blow against his opponent, knocking him to the ground in the blink of an eye. It is impressive, but you know that bullets still move faster. Then you sigh knowing that T'Challa was ordering you not to get involved.

- I would very much like to help, T'Challa. But only if I have your blessing.

- I do not command your will, child. - He replies seriously, but his eyes are gentle. - I say again that you have our gratitude, but we don't want your pity.

You swallow the lump in your throat, looking away, and feeling ashamed. That's not why you were helping them, you thought they were like your people. But T'Challa has just made it clear that they are not.

- I'm sorry, T'Challa. I didn't mean it to look like I was doing that. - You say it. And T'Challa's eyes are kind when he touches your shoulder.

- Walk with me, please.

You are slightly surprised, but you stand up. And you and T'Challa begin to walk slowly around the camp.

- I am sorry for implying that you were not part of these people. - He says after a long moment. You feel your heart race, and you turn your head to him quickly. T'Challa has a smile on his lips, but does not look at you. The two of you continue walking.

- How do you know...

- I knew your great-grandmother. - He says. - She was an exceptionally brave woman. - You nod, not knowing what to say. You didn't know anyone in your family except your parents. - Tell me, child. What do you know about your parents?

You shrug, looking straight ahead.

- Nothing, really. - You tell. - I was very young when they left.

- You know that the New Austin area is protected by the panthers, right? - T'Challa asks, and you nod. - The Wakanda in that region must have answers to your questions.

- I don't have any questions. - You reply with a slight playfulness in your voice. - My parents were good people, from difficult origins. And then they died and I found a new family. There is nothing to clarify.

T'Challa smiles, and does not disagree. You walk together for a few more moments in silence, until you reach the edge of a cliff.

- I would like to tell you that you will always be welcome in our home, outlaw. - T'Challa says with a fond smile. You nod with a smile as you hold out your hand for him to shake.

- Oh, we don't do that here. - He says amused. - The Wakanda people give hugs.

You laugh as he approaches, and you exchange a quick hug.

When you walk back to Carol and Bucky, they are already saddling their horses. The two women from before are standing next to them, and exchange polite glances with you.

The younger one, Shuri, strokes your horse.

- Remember that you are welcome in our home. - Said T'Challa before the three of you rode off the reservation.

Just before you reach the Lemonye area, a few hours since you left the Reserve, you speak again:

- I need to go to Saint Denis to let Tony know about the plan. - You tell them, and give a slight nod before changing course.

//-//

It is evening when you arrive in Saint Denis, and it is particularly hot, so the town is noisy and crowded, with many people in the streets and saloons.

You ride quietly up to Stark's mansion, and frown when you find the property completely empty, all the lights off.

Riding toward the largest saloon in town, you breathe a sigh of relief when you find Tony. But you soon become irritated when you notice his current state.

- Stark. - you call out when you catch up with him at the bar. He is without his jacket, his white shirt with many buttons open, and a harlot on each side as he flips a bottle of vodka.

Tony lets out an exclamation of happiness when he sees you, jumping up for a hug.

- My friend! - he shouts as he lets go. - She came to see me, everybody!

Most of the people in the bar are falling-down drunk, but they celebrate with Stark, and then they drink again. You push Stark out of the embrace, and look at him seriously.

- What's the matter with you? I told you I didn't want to see you like this anymore.

Tony makes a fake hurt face, and then laughs.

- Y/N! It's a celebration! - he shouts.

- Oh, and what are you celebrating?

- I bought the land! - He shouts, and the crowd celebrates. You frown, and pull him by the arm.

- Tony calm down! - You tell her. - What are you talking about?

Tony blinks in confusion, but then smiles and lowers his voice as if he is telling a secret.

- Don't tell Y/N, I want to surprise her. - He says. - I bought the land from the reservation. - He tells you with a chuckle and you look at him in surprise.

- Wha-what?

- Shush. - he asks. - It's a secret. Now, let's celebrate!

And then he raises his arms, and shouts excitedly as he walks towards the center of the saloon. The pianist begins to play a lively tune, and Tony joins the crowd of dancing people.

You lean against the counter in confusion.

- What can I get for you, miss? - Tom, the barman, asks you as soon as he notices you are there.

You turn around with a mixed expression of curiosity and seriousness.

- Do you have any idea why he is celebrating? - you ask him.

- Oh, I don't. - He answers, and then points to the side. - But maybe the men who came with him know.

You look over to where he is showing you, and notice two well-dressed men sitting at one of the far tables. Each of them is holding a glass of whiskey, while two bottles are on the table.

You thank Tom with a nod and walk toward the men.

- Excuse me, gentlemen. - You say, attracting their attention. You both look slightly drunk. - Can you tell me what this celebration is about?

- Of course! - exclaims one of them happily, while the other lets out a giggle. - We just closed the deal with Mr. Stark!

You frown in confusion, but the man doesn't even seem to notice.

- We are celebrating this deal! - he says. And then you notice the briefcases, and the style of clothing. These are government salesmen.

- Sorry, but, I heard that Tony Stark was broke. - You say. - How did he buy the land?

The two men let out accomplice giggles.

- Oh, dear, you know how impulsive young people are. - he remarks. - Stark sold everything in his name. The vast majority of the money was used to pay off debts. But he secured the purchase of the land in New Elizabeth. - He tells us with a smile. - I imagine that he wanted to start his own legacy again.

- Yes, yes. Like his grandfather did. - agreed the other friend, sounding more like they were talking to each other than to you.

- Or else he will kick the savages out and buy a ranch! - retorted the man with a laugh. You held back from punching him in the face.

- I guess the little bit of money that's left will be used to pay tonight's bill! - scoffed the other man, and they both started to laugh, then went back to drinking and completely ignored your presence.

You turned toward Tony again, in disbelief that he had done all this.

And then you watched as he leaned over slightly with his hands on his stomach, only to have him vomit on a well-dressed gentleman the next second.

The man pushed Tony, who was too drunk to do anything and ended up falling to the ground. You rushed to catch up with them and grabbed the stranger's hand as soon as he raised his fist to hit Tony.

- Back off! - you warned as you pushed the man's arm against him. He looked startled, and stepped back. You turned to Tony, helping him up. - You're a mess, buddy.

Tony laughs, not really understanding what you said. You asked him to find his own coat before you took him out of the saloon. It was difficult to help him get on your horse, but eventually you succeeded. The challenge would be to keep him from falling off along the way to the camp.

//-//

You let Tony lie in your bed when you dragged him into the camp. Everyone was surprised that you brought someone completely drunk, and you were still angry with Steve, so you just nodded saying that you would tell him about it tomorrow.

And then you removed Tony's boots and jacket, and he fell asleep the moment he lay down. You frowned as you noticed a set of papers in his inside jacket pocket, and even though you didn't want to pry, you grabbed the item.

Letting out a surprised exclamation, you ran to Bucky's tent.

- What is it? - he asked as he opened the tent.

- Stark is completely insane, that's what! - you said, handing Bucky the papers.

He frowned, but his expression changed to absolute shock when he read the contents.

- He bought the land?

You just laughed, and hugged Bucky. You did it. The reservation was safe. When you let go, he read the papers again, still surprised.

- I'll take it to them. - He says in the next second. - They must have it as soon as possible.

And then Bucky ran into the tent and began to put on his boots.

- Do you want me to go with you? - you ask.

- No! - he says excitedly. - You have a job tomorrow. Don't worry, you'll have time for that later.

You let out a happy laugh, and thank Bucky again. And then you go back to Stark to see if he was okay.

You realize that you stink of booze from having to carry him around, so you sort out your bath items. You also prepare a movable mattress to place in the campfire area, since your bed was occupied.

You throw the items you have sorted on the ground at the edge of the large lake where the camp is. You are in a further area to bathe.

And when you get into the water, you hear footsteps in the woods behind you, and Wanda appears next.

- Hey. - You exclaim excitedly when you see her, and are immediately relieved to know that she is safe.

- Hello. - She replies with a smile as she sits down on the edge of the lake in front of you.

- Have you just arrived? - you ask before splashing some water on your face.

- Yes. - Wanda says with a tired sigh. - Natasha passed out on her bed. I wanted to say goodnight and Potts told me you had gone to take a shower.

You grumble in agreement, and Wanda looks around curiously.

- Why did you bring a mattress here? - She asks, noticing the object a few centimeters away from where she was sitting.

- Stark is in my bed. - You say, and smile at Wanda's confused expression. - It's a long story, but he's drunk and passed out in there.

- Okay. - Wanda laughs lightly. She lets out a sigh after a moment and then stands up, beginning to undress. You bite your lip at the image, but say nothing. You look away when she is completely naked.

She enters the water next, walking slowly towards you. She lets out a small giggle when she complains that it is a bit cold.

- By the way, Steve has just said that the job is going to be done tomorrow. - Wanda comments when she catches up with you. She frowns slightly. - I don't quite understand what has changed.

You let out an irritated sigh as you remember the conversation with Steve. And then you tell her what Steve was doing, and Wanda has a slightly incredulous expression on her face.

- I can't believe I'm exhausted for nothing. - She says and then smiles. - Natasha will be furious. - She comments and you shrug, reaching up to pull Wanda's hair from her neck and down her back. - So does Pietro.

- I was furious. - You say with a light humor in your voice, your gaze lowering to Wanda's collarbone. She lets out a chuckle.

- Really? - she teased with a smile. You just smirked. - Why? Are you worried about me?

You swallow dryly as you notice the mischievous expression on Wanda's face. Her chin is raised in defiance, and you lick your lips before speaking in earnest.

- Of course I was, Wanda. - You say as you bring your bodies closer together. It's delightful to watch Wanda lose her confident posture as you grow closer together. - I didn't want anything to happen to you. - You whisper against her lips, closing your eyes as your foreheads meet. - But I should have known you'd be okay. - You remark, dragging your face so that your mouth is at the level of Wanda's ear. - You're so brave, and strong. - You whisper in her ear as your hands go up to her waist. - Such a good girl.

Wanda lets out a sigh, and her hands go up your arms.

- Are you tired, love? - You ask her gently, but don't wait for her to answer. - Let me make you feel better.

You move your mouth down her neck, pressing wet kisses against her skin. Wanda's hands clasp your arms.

You move your mouth down her neck, pressing wet kisses against her skin. Wanda's hands squeeze your arms. You suck on a sensitive spot on her neck, and she presses your bodies together as she pulls you by your arms, and then you both let out a moan.

You pull your face away from her neck to bring your mouths together again, and then you kiss her. Wanda pushes your tongues together, as you move your hands down to her ass, and squeeze the flesh pulling her to you. The touch surprises Wanda, and she breaks the kiss with a long moan, and you take advantage of this to move your mouth down again.

Reaching up to the height of her breasts, you lower your kisses to her left nipple. Wanda raises one hand to your hair, holding you in place as you suck on the tip of her breast. She moans breathlessly, closing her eyes, and you delight in the sounds she makes.

And then you want to kiss her again, and you lift your face to the height of her mouth, bringing your lips together in a passionate, heated kiss, as your hand slides down. You scratch Wanda's belly with your fingernails, and she shivers at your touch.

You try to keep the same amount of attention on Wanda's tongue and your hand, but you are on the verge of combusting.

Your fingers move down to Wanda's intimacy, and touch her shallowly. Wanda lets out a breathless moan against your mouth, and you feel her whole body trembling. And then you begin to caress her pussy, delighting in the sensation of having her in your fingers, and Wanda is wet and hot, and her eyes roll in her sockets as you penetrate her with one finger, making her moan heavily as she lifts her hands to your shoulders and squeezes to keep herself upright.

You want to tell her she's hot as hell making those sounds as you touch her, but Wanda slides her tongue into your mouth with sensuality, and makes you lose any sense of reality.

You then change the pace of the penetrations, slowing them down as much as possible to prolong the sensation, and this makes Wanda whimper. She tries to throw her hips against you to increase the speed, but you hold her by the waist against you. You sigh as you feel her throbbing. And then you withdraw your finger, and then insert a second. You hold Wanda against you until she gets used to the sensation, and she breaks the kiss to bite your shoulder, preventing herself from screaming, although a hoarse moan escapes her throat.

- Love, is that good? - You ask tenderly against her ear, without moving your fingers. Wanda lets out a sigh against your shoulder, and then nods. You smile. - Use your words, love. - You ask, moving your fingers slowly. Wanda groans. And then you stop. - Wanda?

- Fuck. - She whispers breathlessly. - Yes, babe. That's really good.

Then you sink your fingers inside her, and Wanda moans deeply against your ear, clinging to you for stability. You move in and out of her with slowness and precision, and Wanda whimpers against your ear.

And then she is shaking, and you feel her pussy tighten against your fingers. Wanda buries her head in your shoulder, and her legs are unsteady, so you use your free hand to hold her still as your fingers move in and out of her. You kiss her shoulders gently, and when her body starts to spasm between moans, you increase the speed.

Wanda cums in your fingers a minute later, a long, drawn-out moan escaping her lips. The lake water washes her flavor from your hands, and you long to touch her again.

Wanda is breathing shallowly against your neck, and you let your hands wander down her back as she calms herself. But it doesn't take long before she pulls away only to kiss you on the mouth.

When she breaks away, her eyes are dark, and she just smiles at you, interlacing her hands and pulling you lightly off to the side. You walk toward the mattress you have brought, and she signals for you to sit down. When you do, she sits on your lap, kissing you and making you moan.

You let your hands wrap around Wanda's waist, as your tongues wrestle together. But then Wanda is pressing down, seeking more friction and you are barely able to breathe, and you moan breathlessly against her mouth, making her smile against your lips.

Wanda pushes you gently to the floor, without stopping kissing you. And in that position you can feel her hot, wet pussy against yours, making your eyes roll into their orbits. You let out a shaky sigh, and Wanda separates your mouths.

- That's good, isn't it? - She whispers against your ear, slowly rubbing herself against you. - Do you like it when I'm on top of you?

You let out a long moan, feeling Wanda move against you. And then you squeeze her waist, forcing her against your hips, and she buries her face in your neck. Wanda trembles slightly on top of you, but continues to rub her pussy against yours, and as you both let out long, moaning sobs. You move your hands down to her ass, squeezing and increasing the speed as you begin to thrust your hips against her, and Wanda bites her skin to stop herself from screaming.

The tightness below your stomach gets worse, and you are finding it hard to control the spasms in your body, but you keep going because it feels so fucking good. Wanda keeps calling your name between breathless moans, and you increase the speed.

And then you cum together a moment later, a long moan escaping from your mouths as Wanda falls against you. You move your trembling hands up her back gently, caressing her, and Wanda smiles against the skin of your neck. It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep.

[thefallennightmare]

Dorogaya[Epilogue]

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Words: 1568

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, angst, and some smut.

Summary:  It has been sometime since Y/N and Bucky went into hiding but now their past is returning. Can this new relationship survive the Civil War that’s about to happen?

Tags: @capstopavenger​ @empath-bunny​ @jeremyrennerfanxxxx123​ @just-a-littlebit-of-everything

A/N: I cannot believe I finished TWO stories, it’s a big moment. The next part of these series will be out at some point. I need to will myself to rewatch Infinity War. Thank you to everyone who had read both and stayed along for the ride. It means the world to me <3

I remember who she was, what she was to me. Hydra kidnapped her years ago and forced me to train her. They wanted her to be the female version of me, another winter soldier. I refused at first and was punished. They strapped me to that chair, burning my mind until I agreed. She was so beautiful, the first time I saw her she took my breath away. 

The way her hair hung past her shoulders or the way she would chew on the left side of her bottom lip when she was nervous for our training sessions. I remember being drawn to the beauty mark right below her right eye, dark and prominent. It looked like a piece of jewelry on her. 

My fingers shook as the tears fell from my eyes, staining the page, while I turned to the next one; Bucky’s written words mending my heart. 

She was always afraid to fight me, I could tell in the way her heart would beat through her chest. I could hear it from my room across the building. I knew when she was asleep by the way her breathing would slow and I knew when she was awake from the soft voice coming from her room, signing a tune I found myself loving. She was the one that made the hell we were in bearable. 

I may have forgotten everything at the hands of Hydra but there was always one thing I remembered; our last night together when we were captured together. 

I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, knowing exactly what night he was talking about. 

I remember the way her back arched, chest exposed to the air, when I kissed my way down her stomach to her most prized area. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt my lips on her, savoring the way she tasted; salty with a tinge of sweetness. The feeling of her heels locking me into place, pulling me in closer and deeper. The beautiful sound of her moans was music to my ears; I could still hear it now. She was breathtaking that night and I hope to one day feel herself on me again. 

The night air had done nothing to help my burning cheeks as I read that paragraph a few more times. I had been on my own for a few weeks now, Shuri and T’challa came to visit every once in a while to check on me or give me updates about Bucky. Occasionally, the young kids would come to get a look at the “White Wolf”, a nickname they gave Bucky, but would frown when I would inform them that he wasn’t with me yet. 

Steve sent a few texts every now and then on a burner phone that he had given me. From the few conversations we had, I found out that him, Nat, Wanda, Sam, and Vision were on the run together. He wouldn’t tell me where, obviously, but I always wished him well. 

The fire in front of me warmed my feet, keeping the night air from making me shiver, and I turned my attention back to Bucky’s journal. 

She’s sitting across from me right now, reading a book, and she’s never looked more beautiful. Her lip is sucked between her teeth as she’s reading, the words unfamiliar to her. She wanted to learn Romanian. Her eyes are so bright, the color bringing a sense of familiarity to me. Every time she looks at me, I want to wrap my arms around her and kiss her until my last breath. The sun from outside had casted a warm glow around her like an angel. My Dorogaya. 

I can’t find the right words to say it to her face but I love her; always had. Even though Hydra made her into something she has no control over, she doesn’t let it bother her. She focuses on helping me heal that she forgets she needs to heal herself. We made a promise that life on the run wouldn’t be permanent. I don’t care, I’d go anywhere with her. 

A quick lick of my finger, the page turned easily between them. 

She told me about her past with Steve. This unfamiliar feeling burned inside when she talked about how close they were. She claimed that Steve and I used to be best friends but I don’t remember. All I can remember is her. 

The date on the last passage made my breath catch in my throat; the night before everything changed. 

She was attacked at work tonight. I tried to talk to her about it but her powers took over. I never wanted this life for her, she doesn't deserve this life. She deserves everything good in the world so I sometimes wonder if I’m enough for her. I love her with every single feeling inside of me but I can’t find it in my heart to tell her. The words burn on my tongue, wanting to scream it at her but nothing comes out. I don’t know how much longer I’ll have with her before she realizes that I can’t move past everything that happened to me. I’m trying, for her, but the screams are too much. I promised that I would take care of her, give her everything she deserves, but I’m afraid that she’ll walk away. I can’t lose her, I love her so fucking much. 

Feeling sad that I had finished reading the journal, I closed it with a loud sigh. It was full of memories of us and knowing that he remembered all of that made me fall more in love with him. He loved me all this time and knew that I was the one for him, he was just afraid that I would leave him for taking too long. 

Never in a million years. 

“Rogers, leave Natasha alone! That’s her pile of food!” 

I chased around one of the goats before letting out a frustrated groan. It had been a few months now of my new life in Wakanda and to ease the loneliness I not only took up gardening like Steve had mentioned, I also decided to raise some goats. 

Bad decision. 

They kept me on my toes every single day, hence why I named them after Steve and Nat, but I had to admit that it gave me a reason to get up every day. 

Shuri continued to visit after her sessions with Bucky, saying that he was doing well. She wanted to be careful in removing the words from his mind. Hydra had done a number on his brain and even if she could remove the words, he would still have to deal with the mental thoughts of exactly what happened in his past. 

“You know,” Shuri spoke one day, “I saw a lot of memories involving you.” 

I went red with embarrassment. “You did?” 

She nodded. “He loves you very much. I think the thought of you is what’s keeping him alive. He’s dreaming peacefully now.” 

I raised my shoulders in confusion. “Then when will he wake up?” 

“I don’t know. Wherever he is ready,” Shuri admitted with a sigh. 

The sun had begun to set so after a long time trying to wrangle the goats into their pen for the night, I was ready to turn in myself another night of sleeping alone. 

“Dorogaya?” 

My heels spun around with a flash at the familiar name. Standing in front of me was a very refreshed and relaxed looking man. His missing arm was covered with a sling of fabric. The soft breeze had wrapped around us, blowing his hair away from his eyes that shined with the familiar light I missed so much. 

“Bucky?” I asked, words trembling. 

I was afraid this was another dream I was having. 

“I missed you,” he breathed while breaking out into a huge grin. 

The bottom of my feet sped through the tall grass towards him and even with one arm, he had caught me with ease. Our lips danced for the first time in months but they never missed a beat. It was a teeth smacking, tongue dancing, kiss that fueled the fire deep within and the pleasure I felt from the both of us was almost too much to handle. 

Reluctantly I pulled away but pinched his cheeks, just to make sure he was real. 

“Ow,” he hissed. “What was that for?” 

My smile reached my eyes, I was so happy. 

“Just making sure it’s really you.” 

He gave me another kiss. “I missed you.” 

I wrapped my arms around his neck, smelling the familiar scent; teakwood and mint. 

“I missed you too.” I admitted with a long sigh. 

Still in his grasp, he looked around our little home with a proud smile. “You’ve made a nice home for yourself.” 

Immediately I shook my head to correct him. “For us.” 

We shared another passionate kiss and I could feel his feet move, walking us towards our hut. 

“Show me around then, doll,” he hinted with a sly smirk. 

For the first time in a very long time, Bucky and I laid tangled together in a mess of sweaty flesh and knotted sheets. Our proclamations of love bounced off the clay walls. Everything was perfect again and I was going to hold on tight to him. Nothing  would come between us. We would finally be able to start our lives together. 

My Soldat and his Dorogaya.

AND FIN!

[chasing-classics]

Leave Out All the Rest- Bucky x Reader

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

 Warning(s): mentions of PTSD, fluff

 Summary: Bucky can never forget the things he has done, despite trying to piece together the memories he lost. He thinks himself a monster; you’re here to set the record straight.

  His yelling woke you up, your heart racing despite it being a nightly occurrence. Your bare body instantly covered his, gentle hands firmly holding his wrists down to stop him from hurting himself. He thrashed under your hold, shouting phrases that you still couldn’t quite understand after all these years of being with Bucky.

 ‘’Baby, baby. It’s ok, it’s ok. I’m right here,’’ you soothed, one hand shaking him awake while dodging his flailing fists. You never forgot how hard that metal arm could pack a punch and Bucky, to this day, never forgave himself for that incident. He never forgave himself for anything.

 ‘’D-Doll?’’ his bottom lip trembled as those ocean blue eyes of his sprung wide open.

 ‘’Shhh, Bucky. I’m right here, baby,’’ your hands cradled his head, drawing him close to your chest. The ticking of your heart always seemed to work for him, as if he were a scared puppy.

 You weren’t aware how much time had passed as the moonlight filled your shared bedroom. You could faintly hear birds chirping not too far away as you continued to comfort and soothe your boyfriend of nearly three years. Eventually his heavy breathing slowed to normal, but those massive hands were still clenched tight.

 ‘’Do you want to talk about it?’’ you hummed, fingers raking through his hair as he leaned into your embrace.

 He shook his head, sighing. ‘’Have I ever?’’ he joked, but you could taste the truth on his words. You sighed and pulled away, sitting up as the gray sheets pooled at your waist.

 ‘’Talking could help, Buck. Maybe if-,’’ you paused as he sat up beside you, towering over you as he rubbed his human hand over his face out of frustration.

 ‘’Nothing can help, Y/n. This is my punishment,’’ his voice was firm now as he glared into the shadows dancing at the foot of your bed.

 ‘’You know as well as I do that those things, what happened, none of it was your fault. That was H.Y.D.R.A,’’ your brows furrowed, hand placed on his shoulder.

 Bucky scoffed, shaking his head as if he could cause his night terrors to evaporate. As if he could will his trauma away. ‘’Let’s just go back to bed,’’ he tried laying back down, your firm grip preventing him from doing so.

 ‘’Bucky,’’ you huffed, gently tugging on his hair to get him to meet your eyes.

 ‘’Y/n,’’ his tone shifted from sleepy to annoyance instantly. You gave a playful tug on his locks once more, cracking a tiny smile. It worked, as he sighed and sat back up. You saw in his eyes that he struggled to process his words and make sense of his thoughts and emotions. You slowly traced invisible patterns onto the palm of his hand and up his forearm.

 ‘’I don’t know how to do it,’’ he finally spoke.

 You quirked a brow. ‘’How to do what, honey?’’ you pressed.

  His mouth twitched a bit, releasing a shaky sigh as his shoulders quivered.

 ‘’I don’ know. . .I don’t know how to look at strangers on the street, on the subway, in the grocery stores. Even in the fucking movie theaters. I don’t know how to pass by and look at all of these strangers, these people, and not know if I hurt them. . .if I hurt their loved ones. I try to remember and I-I can’t.’’

 Your heart clenched at your boyfriend’s words. You could tell he was choking back a sob but trying his absolute best not to in front of you.

 ‘’Bucky. Bucky look at me,’’ you whispered to him, your hands gently encompassing his chiseled face. Those baby blues glossed over with unshed tears as you stroked his cheeks.

 ‘’Nobody blames you for what you weren’t in control of. Honey, you need to let that all go or it’ll eat you up. You’ve saved more lives than you took, trust me.’’

 A lone tear streamed down his cheekbone, hot against your skin as he let out the most broken sound you had ever heard. You sat there, holding him as sob after sob racked through his form.

  You strolled around the museum, thankful that Bucky was training with Sam today. You analyzed the numerous posters and holograms, read the several plaques that detailed the victories Steve and Bucky accomplished.

 ‘’I got your call, rushed over as soon as I could,’’ Steve’s voice made you look up. He greeted you with the usual hug.

 ‘’What do you need, y/n?’’ his eyebrows rose in question.

 ‘’James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes was born in 1925. He served as a Sergeant in the United States army, assigned to the 107th in 1943. . .’’ the narrator began, causing the two of you to look away and focus your respective gazes on Bucky’s hologram. His strong jaw showing off a proud smile as he looked dashing in his uniform. Unable to help yourself, you smiled as your heart swelled with pride. That was your Buck, and you so desperately wished he saw himself as the hero he was rather than the monster he feared he had become.

 ‘’That,’’ you nodded your head toward the plaque that gave a basic run-down of Bucky’s accomplishments during the war. Your index finger tapped at one particular area, causing Steve to squint his eyes as he read the passage.

 ‘’Sergeant Barnes is accredited with saving over 58 lives while serving,’’ Steve read aloud before turning back to you. ‘’What are you getting at, doll?’’ Steve smiled, clearly seeing the wheels and cogs turning in your head. You beamed.

  ‘’Doll, it’s not that I don’t appreciate you treating me to a date, but really?’’ Bucky chuckled as you led him to the theatre.

 ‘’Shh, I’ve been waiting to see this movie for years,’’ you silenced him, practically dragging him to your assigned auditorium. Bucky just snorted and shook his head. ‘’Alright, alright. You don’t need to be so pushy, you’re practically burning through the carpet,’’ he teased, earning a gentle smack to his chest.

 He fell silent when he saw the theatre fully lit, over 200 seats completely taken as their eyes fell on the two of you. In the first three rows, many of them were elderly. Some adorned their uniforms as they shakily rose using their canes or walkers. Soon everyone stood up, applauding.

  ‘’What’s going on?’’ Bucky asked, tensing up as his eyes surveyed the crowd. You just smiled, feeling yourself become emotional as you two gazed at all of the different faces. You held onto his hand to steady him.

 ‘’These are just some of the people you saved, Bucky. They wanted to thank you, and some are their children and grandchildren and even great grandchildren. They’re standing here today because of you,’’ you spoke quietly as the thundering of applause continued. Many had tears in their eyes as they continued clapping, shouting their thanks and blessings. You turned your head to look at Bucky, tears cascading down his face as his mouth hung open in complete awe. He looked down at you and you nodded your head. He swallowed a sob as his hands held the sides of your face, leaning down to plant a passionate kiss to your lips. You cried as well, grinning into the kiss as people slowly began making their way to thank their hero.

 ‘’You’re a very lucky lady,’’ one veteran stated, wrinkled eyes bright with joy as his grandchildren ran around his wheelchair, begging Bucky for an autograph.

 You beamed, watching as they clung to your boyfriend’s legs, his laugh something you would treasure for the rest of your life as you nodded slowly. ‘’I know,’’ you agreed.

 ‘’Papa look! It’s Bucky! He’s my hero!’’ another young child called from the crowd, his grandfather proudly nodding in agreement.

 ‘’Mine too.’’

[captainjanegay]

Where I’m Meant to Be | Stucky | Meet-Cute, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Kid Fic, No powers AU | Chapter 1 | 4.6k words | Ao3

Summary:

Bucky is a single dad coming back from a work trip with a very bored, very whiney 7-year-old girl. A mysterious stranger with a kind heart and a notebook full of doodles comes to the rescue.

A/N: This fic was supposed to be just a short one-shot for the Stucky Bingo but somehow, it's at 11k at this point and it's nowhere near done. I have two more chapters all done and ready and a vague outline for the rest of the story. It's my first time posting a fic chapter by chapter so it's both exciting and kinda scary. I hope you'll like the story enough to stick with me for a while. 

My sixth fill for the @stuckybingo2020​ ♥

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At some point in his life Bucky didn't mind spending hours at airports and he found traveling —even work-related —quite enjoyable. But that was when he was young, stupid and alone. Now he's older, just as stupid and has a wonderful girl in his life. 

The girl in question is now standing next to him, little arms crossed and a sullen expression on her face. She's repeatedly kicking at the leg of the chair he's sitting on. There's no real force to it —she's only 7 after all —and she's not doing it to do any real damage to anyone or anything. It's just little taps, really and she's doing it out of boredom. But dear lord, Bucky's about to explode.

"Alex, sweetheart," Bucky says, slowly breathing out through his nose. "Could you please stop with that kicking? It's a bit annoying."

"But papa," she whines, drawling out the word. "I'm bored!"

"I know, love and I'm really sorry but papa’s gotta do something important for work," he sighs, trying to run a hand through her hair. She ducks and flops onto the chair next to him, an angry little pout on her face. "I have to finish it before we go on the plane. I'll do it as quickly as possible and then I'll be all yours, ok?"

It's not really surprising when he doesn't get an answer. With another sigh, he leans to the side and presses a kiss to the top of his daughter's head and then turns back to his laptop. 

From the very moment she woke up today, Bucky knew it's gonna be a long day. She was cranky and teary all morning, not wanting to say goodbye to Natasha and it took a good hour to calm her down. Then Bucky had to basically beg her to eat something before they left for the airport. It wasn't a great day. And Bucky knew she didn't do it just to make him miserable, she was just as frustrated and tired as he was. On top of that, he has to edit and upload a report from the conference and the airport Wi-Fi is so bad Bucky is close to tears himself.

The work would probably take less time if he wasn't getting distracted every minute or so and glancing to the side, making sure that Alex is fine. Or relatively fine, the bad mood excluded. At the moment she is slouching on the plastic chair, still pouting. Felicia—a pink stuffed Triceratops —is placed on her lap so at least Alex has something to occupy her for a moment.

Bucky tries his best to get through the documents quickly but he doesn't want to miss any errors either. He gets lost in the work for the entirety of about five minutes when he hears something truly surprising.

Alex laughs. It’s so unexpected after what seems like hours of complaining, crying and whining that Bucky’s head snaps up from his laptop and he looks at his daughter.

She is still sitting by his side, Felicia pressed closely to her chest and there is a smile on her face. It’s definitely not aimed at Bucky, though. So Bucky follows her line of sight and… oh.

It’s not like he didn’t notice the guy sitting across from them before. Because he did. It would be rather impossible not to notice this guy. He is tall and well-built and could look intimidating if it wasn’t for his bright blue eyes or tousled golden hair or the gentle smile or the fact that he’s wearing the softest beige sweater Bucky has ever seen. He is both ridiculously handsome and cute at the same time. So of course, Bucky noticed him before. But now he tries to figure out what about him made Alex laugh. It doesn’t take long, because the man is holding up his notebook, showing the page to Alex.

On the page are three little, cartoon-like doodles. The first one at the top looks unmistakably like Alex—her brows are furrowed, arms crossed and a little storm cloud is hovering above her. Underneath there’s his daughter again but this time she’s laughing, her eyes only small slits and a little sun peeks from behind the cloud. The last drawing, just next to the smiling Alex, is of Bucky. His head is partly hidden behind a laptop screen and there’s a look of utter concentration on his face. Above his cartoon persona floats a swarm of little gears, question marks and lightbulbs. Bucky snorts. It’s probably quite accurate.

Noticing that Bucky is staring at the drawing, the stranger startles and his cheeks turn red.

“I’m not some creep, I promise!” he starts explaining himself, before Bucky even opens his mouth. “I just—she seemed so upset and I’ve heard you said you have something important to do so I just wanted—Man, it’s weird, isn’t it? I’m sorry I promise I just wanted to help, not bug your kid without permission.”

“It’s not—,” Bucky starts, slightly taken aback. “It’s very sweet of you, actually. Thank you. Really, that’s just—I don’t mind. And Alex here seems to enjoy your drawings.” Bucky smiles down at his daughter and then at the stranger. His smile falters a bit and he sighs. “I’d really love to chat some more but I really need to get this shit done and the airport Wi-Fi is truly horrible.”

“Oh! Bad word!” Alex gasps, covering Bucky’s mouth with her little hand. “You said a bad word! No sweets for you!”

The stranger laughs at that and Bucky probably shouldn’t be as charmed as he feels right now. He just kisses Alex's hand and leans away from it.

“OK, sweetheart. Promise not to eat any when we get home,” he says solemnly. “But papa really needs to work a little longer, OK? Ten more minutes, I promise. Try not to bother the nice man too much until then, yeah?”

She lets a long-suffering sigh but she agrees.

“I’m Steve, by the way,” the man says, smiling at Bucky. 

Before he gets the chance to answer, Alex chimes in, “I’m Alexandra. And papa’s name is James but only mama and people at work call him that. Everyone calls him Bucky.”

The man — Steve — lets out a small laugh. “It’s nice to meet you both. Alexandra, do you want me to draw you something specific, while we let your papa work?”

“Oh, can you draw Felicia? She’s a...,” Alex furrows her brows in concentration, “tri-ce-ra-tops! That’s a dinosaur!” 

Steve leans forward from his chair and smiles at her. “She’s so cool! But weren’t dinosaurs kinda dangerous?”

“Some of them, yeah. They ate other dinosaurs. But the ones like Felicia only ate plants, so she’s cool.”

Steve lets out an attentive hum but something in his expression tells Bucky that it’s not new information for him and he’s just indulging Alex and letting her share what she knows. It makes Bucky feel a wave of sympathy towards this Steve guy.

Soon enough, a new page of Steve’s notebook gets covered with doodles of various dinosaurs, based on Alex’s jurassic knowledge—it’s a bit flawed, but Bucky is proud of her nonetheless.

It takes Bucky a few moments to stop sending glances towards the two. It’s partly because Steve—no matter how sweet he seems to be—is still a stranger. Steve might be bigger than him, but Bucky would end him if he tried to do anything to his little girl. But there are no red lights when it comes to Steve—and Bucky always prided himself on his ability to read people.

The other thing making it hard to go back to work is the fact that the scene he’s looking at is quite an adorable one. Both Alex and Steve are sitting at the edges of their seats, leaning over the passage between the two rows of chairs and their eyes are fixed on the notebook propped on Steve’s knee. They’re chatting, exchanging random facts about dinosaurs but since their knowledge is limited, they switch to talking about modern animals soon enough. Steve listens intently to whatever Alex has to say without patronising her. And sadly, Bucky has met a fair share of adults for whom it was impossible to take Alex seriously just because she was a kid. It calms Bucky enough to actually focus on his work for a little longer.

Some peace of mind does wonders for his concentration and the ten minutes he promised Alex are actually enough for him to finish editing the reports. The WiFi is still a bitch, though. However, after staring at the loading circle for what feels like an eternity, he is able to send the documents. With a triumphant little cheer, he turns off the laptop and slides it back into his bag.

Steve looks up at him and smiles. Alex completely ignores him, though, still too focused on whatever Steve was drawing. Bucky feels a bit betrayed. When she looks up, she glances at Steve first, probably to ask why the drawing has stopped and turns to Bucky when she notices Steve looking his way.

“Oh, you’ve finished the work, daddy?” she asks and when he nods, she smiles and reaches to wrap her arms around his neck. “It took you some time. But I’m proud of you.”

Bucky laughs at that, shaking his head slightly, “Thank you, sunshine. I see you were having fun with Steve while I was busy?”

“Yeah! Steve drawings are so pretty! He drew you riding a dinosaur!” Alex giggles, pointing at one of the little drawings.

Raising his brows, Bucky sends Steve a questioning look but the other man just shrugs and rubs at his neck. “It was her idea,” he says with a sheepish smile.

The doodle Alex is pointing at is indeed of him sitting on a dinosaur's back. It’s the one with the long, giraffe-like neck, Brachiosaurus if he remembers correctly. The cartoon Bucky’s arms are wrapped around the base of the reptile’s neck, his hair fluttering behind him and his mouth is open in either a big smile or a scream, he’s not sure. Either way, it’s a very cute drawing.

“Well,” Bucky says. “I’m not a fan of horses but I’d totally ride a dinosaur if I had a chance. Shouldn’t he have a saddle, though?”

It’s not even that funny but Steve still laughs and Bucky smiles at that. His daughter is less impressed or at least tries to appear so. She rolls her eyes but there’s a grin on her face.

“You’re so silly, daddy. They didn’t have saddles back then! And besides you’d need a very, very big one for a dinosaur!”

Bucky hums in agreement and looks up at the departure display. Noticing that their flight’s gate is open, he nudges Alex lightly.

“We gotta go, sweetheart,” he says. She perks up a bit but then glances at Steve with a small pout. “Sadly, we have to say goodbye to Steve. On the bright side, we’re gonna be home soon, yeah?”

Alex nods and slides off her chair. Steve looks up at the display and straightens up.

“Oh, my flight’s boarding, too. But you know what?” Steve asks and then rips the page with all the dinosaur doodles and holds it out to Alex. “You should keep this, if you want.”

Hearing this, Alex’s whole face lights up and she takes the drawings with gentle hands, as if afraid to mess it up. “Thank you, Steve! Those are so cool I’m gonna keep them forever!”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Steve smiles. He looks up at Bucky. “It was nice to meet you, guys.”

“Likewise. Thank you again for the help. It was very nice of you,” Bucky says sincerely.

“It was my pleasure. My knowledge about dinosaurs is so much better now,” Steve’s smile grows even bigger and Bucky chuckles.

Bucky leans to help Alex put on her little backpack, since she refuses to put down the drawing and then reaches for his bag. He rests his hand on his daughter’s back and turns to Steve one last time. He’s still sitting at the edge of his seat and is watching them. A smile is still plastered to his face and at this point Bucky is sure that it’s his default setting.

“Bye, Steve. Have a safe flight,” Bucky says.

“Bye, Steve. Thank you for the dinosaurs,” Alex adds, making Steve laugh.

“You are very welcome, Alexandra,” he says. “Have a nice day, guys.”

Bucky gently steers Alex towards their gate. Before they disappear behind the corner, he turns away to look at Steve one more time. The man is already looking back and he waves at them when he notices Bucky staring. Alex waves back enthusiastically and Bucky just ducks his head, feeling flustered all of sudden. He used to be more collected around nice, attractive people. And Steve definitely qualifies as both.

***

Some time later they finally make it to the plane. Alex flops down onto the middle seat and eventually — after a long discussion and promises that he won’t ruin it — she lets Bucky put the drawings she got from Steve into the folder he keeps his documents in. When the treasure is safely put away Bucky straightens to put his bag in the overhead compartment.

“Oh,” he hears a voice behind his back and a low chuckle quickly follows. “Fancy bumping into you here.”

Bucky looks over his shoulder and the surprise makes him try to close the compartment while his other hand is still holding the bag. He yelps in pain, making Alex look up.

“Steve!” she says with a smile, completely ignoring her father’s distress.

“Hello again, Alexandra,” Steve shoots her a quick smile and looks at Bucky, concerned. “You’re OK? I didn’t want to spook you.”

Man, he really got bad at keeping his cool around attractive people. Feeling a blush creep up his neck, Bucky nods. “No, no, you didn’t. I’m just a clutz, this happens a lot, ignore me.”

Steve raises an eyebrow at him but he doesn’t say anything more. For a moment they just stand in the narrow aisle, looking at each other. Finally, Bucky’s ability to think kicks back in and he moves to the side.

“Sorry, you probably want to get through to your seat.”

“Actually,” Steve says and glances down at the boarding pass in his hand. After checking it, he points to the seat by the window, on Alex’s other side. “That one’s mine.”

“Oh,” Bucky looks at the seat and then at Steve. His cheeks still feel warm for some reason but he hopes he's not blushing too visibly. "That's great. I'm just gonna—"

Bucky shifts to the other side and takes a step back, making room for Steve.

"You're flying with us back home?" Alex asks with a hopeful glint in her eyes. "Will you draw something more for me?"

"Alex, come on. Don't abuse Steve niceness like that," Bucky scolds her gently but before he can even finish the sentence, Steve starts shaking his head.

"It's fine, don't worry about it. I often doodle when I get bored anyway so I'd be honoured to draw for you again, Alexandra," Steve grins at her.

She actually lets out a little happy squeal when she hears that and Bucky's heart skips a beat. He's absolutely charmed by the way Steve treats his daughter. He really seems like entertaining some random little girl is the best thing he could be doing and while Bucky - absolutely objectively - thinks that Alex is the most wonderful little girl in the world, it still seems unusual. And he positively melts every time that Steve uses her full name, just because that was the way she introduced herself the first time. Most adults Bucky knows don't do that with other adults, not to mention kids. And Steve is just so… kind and genuine, it takes Bucky off guard but it's a really nice surprise.

"Ok, fine," Bucky says with a smile. "You have no idea what you've brought on yourself. Is it possible to strain your hand from drawing too much? The flight's almost two hours, right?"

"Does your dad always complain this much?" Steve asks Alex and she giggles in response. He sends Bucky a glance over her head and he has a smirk on his face. Ignoring Bucky again, he says to Alex, "Hey, have you ever watched Sesame Street? There was this one grouchy green guy."

Bucky just sends him his most unimpressed look. Steve doesn't seem affected. Alex is delighted. And in truth, Bucky has to bite the inside of his cheek to contain a smile.

It turns out that on top of being nice and lovely, Steve is also a little shit, because he draws a Bucky-version of Oscar the Grouch - with a grumpy expression and wild hair, sitting in a garbage can. It's actually amazing. Bucky doesn't say that out loud, but he snorts when he sees it, so that might betray him a little.

This time — prompted by the mention of Sesame Street — the conversation resolves mostly around animated movies. To Bucky’s surprise, it turns out that Steve is a huge Disney fan. He doesn’t even try to hide it. Not to brag but Bucky knows his way around animated movies — partly because he has a 7-year-old daughter and partly because who doesn’t like animated movies? But compared to Steve and Alex? He knows nothing. They use names he doesn’t even recognise - who or what even is Flit? Judging by Steve’s drawing it’s some kind of a bird, apparently. When Bucky can’t remember — he knows it, of course, it just slipped his mind — the name of the redheaded princess from Brave, he is given the most disdainful look he’s ever seen. Both by his daughter and by Steve. Bucky still tries to participate in the conversation, at least for as much as they let him. He never expected his own daughter to team up with some stranger against him. It hurts.

The pain is all forgotten when Steve and Alex start quietly singing Under the Sea from The Little Mermaid together. Bucky can’t help a laugh that bubbles from his chest at the sight. How is Steve even real, Bucky has no idea. He is over six feet of muscle, his bicep is bigger than Alex's head and he could probably bench press Bucky and here he is, sitting next to Bucky’s little girl, drawing a picture of Megara, because she’s his favourite Disney princess and singing a song from The Little Mermaid.

This guy can’t be real.

About half an hour into the flight it turns out that Bucky was wrong — Alex does leave Steve alone but it’s only because the tiredness catches up to her and she falls asleep. And she’s sleeping with her head resting on Steve’s arm. It’s a really nice arm, Bucky has to admit, a nap on such an arm would be good and comfortable even for him, probably. But that doesn’t change the fact that he feels left out.

“Sorry,” Bucky says quietly. “You probably want your arm back, I can just—”

He offers to move Alex’s sleeping body but Steve just shrugs with his free arm, careful not to jostle the girl.

“Don't want to wake her and I really don't mind," Steve says, smiling at Bucky.

"You sure?" Bucky asks and after getting a nod in confirmation, he chuckles and shakes his head. “I keep trying to figure out where the catch is but I’ve got nothing. You’re just naturally this kind, aren’t you?”

Steve barks out a laugh and then slaps his hand over his mouth to quiet the noise. He looks down to make sure he didn’t wake Alex.

“Oh there’s plenty wrong with me,” Steve says with a chuckle. “For one I’m usually really awkward around kids. Alexandra’s such a great girl, though. But I do like to help and try to be nice whenever I can.”

Bucky narrows his eyes at Steve. “You think you’d side-track me by complimenting my daughter? You’re totally right, but that doesn’t mean I’m not curious.”

With an exaggerated eye roll, Steve makes the ‘bring it’ gesture and grins. “Come on. Hit me with your best guesses.”

“OK. OK, fine,” Bucky says and shifts in his seat so he can look at Steve more directly. Crossing his arms, he asks, “Do I have a limited number of guesses?”

“It’s not that long of a flight,” Steve shrugs with one shoulder, grin still in place.

In a theatrically thoughtful gesture Bucky strokes his chin gauging Steve with his eyes.

“You… secretly work as a hitman” Bucky says slowly, “or like, an underwear model. Which is not a bad thing to do.”

A blush creeps up Steve’s cheeks as he laughs again. “Those are… pretty far off. Why those two?”

“Well, you’re built appropriately for both from what I can see,” Bucky explains, enjoying the way Steve cheeks go darker. Maybe he’s not so helpless at talking to attractive people as he thought. It feels a whole lot like flirting.

That terrifies him for a moment. He didn't do flirting in what feels like ages. He doesn't have time for this. Should he even do this? He has a daughter, he shouldn’t just—

Bucky takes a deep breath and smacks himself mentally across the head. He’s not doing anything bad. He’s just talking and having fun with an attractive stranger. Maybe even flirting a bit. And that’s OK, this is allowed, he doesn’t have to go anywhere else with that. It’s not like he’s ever going to see the guy again, anyway. Natasha would punch him for denying himself that. So he will make sure not to mention it the next time they talk.

“Well…,” Steve rubs the back of his neck. “I am not. Hitman or— I’m neither of those. I’m actually an illustrator. Mostly freelance stuff. I paint sometimes, too. But that’s mostly for fun.”

“OK, fine. Somehow I can believe that. You seem like an artsy type,” Bucky agrees.

“No hitman vibes anymore?”

“Who says a hitman can’t enjoy painting in his free time?”

Steve laughs, throwing his head back. Somehow he manages to keep the left side of his body completely still, mindful of Alex sleeping on him.

“I don’t know if there’s a point in trying to convince you, but I’m really not.”

“Sure. Probably what a hitman would say,” Bucky waves a hand at him but smiles. “That’s cool though. Being able to get paid for doing what you love.”

“It is. Sometimes you get frustrated enough to hate it but it’s still pretty cool,” Steve agrees. “You don’t like your job?”

Bucky scrunches his nose, making a non-committal sound as he tries to find the best way to explain. “It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s fun. Interesting, exciting, sometimes frustrating as hell, too. And the responsibility can be incredibly stressful. It’s just…  I never took time to think about what I really like doing in life. And since the job was good enough, I just stuck with it.”

Steve hums, nodding along to Bucky's words. "It's never too late to figure it out, you know?" he says. "I mean, I don't wanna impose and tell you how to live your life or anything. I'd never. I just— I think it's an important thing to know."

"You might be right," Bucky agrees. He glances down at Alex. "I don't think it's a good time for me to experiment, you know? Besides — if there's one thing I know for sure that I like it's having this little rascal around."

The smile on Steve's face turns soft. But only for a moment, before it turns back into that smirk he had earlier. "Any guesses left? About my dark side?"

"A few," Bucky grins. 

It's a bit of a lie because he really struggles to see Steve as anything but perfect but he can try. It's just a game they're playing to kill time after all.

"You are that kind of guy who can eat garbage food and not move a finger and still look like you've just walked straight out of a gym. I hate those people. It's so unfair."

"Are all of your guesses based on how I look? I kind of see a pattern here so far."

Bucky opens his mouth to protest but there's something in the way Steve looks at him, with a raised eyebrow and one corner of his mouth quirked up that makes him close his mouth without a word. He might be blushing. Maybe he's being too forward. It's probably not appropriate to talk about a stranger's body this much.

Before he gets the chance to apologize, Steve answers, "And you're wrong, again. I like working out. Takes my mind off things, helps me clear my head when I need that. Besides I used to be small and sickly my whole childhood. Couldn't even play with other kids for too long without getting an asthma attack. So I'm kinda compensating for that," he jokes.

"Really?"

"Yeah. All pointy elbows and bony knees."

"Huh," Bucky says. "Bet you looked way cuter than me when I had my bowl cut. We all had our dark moments."

Steve laughs again and Bucky really enjoys the sound of that. He really enjoys Steve's company in general, which is weird considering they've just met. It usually takes him much more time to get comfortable around people. Maybe it's the fact that they'll go their separate ways as soon as the plane lands makes it all easier.

"I'm kinda disappointed, you know?" Steve starts after a moment. "I thought you'd guess at least once. Or at least would be more creative with those."

"Who says I'm done? It was all on purpose, I was just assessing, gathering intel. I'm a scientist, I don't know if I've mentioned that before," Bucky points a finger at Steve. "You've got to be methodical about stuff."

Raising his hands in surrender, Steve tries to keep a straight face. He fails miserably.

"I wanted to say that you secretly hate dogs or cats but that would be just too harsh," Bucky says. "I don't think you're a monster."

"I love dogs," Steve confirms. "Always wanted to get one but my flat's too small and I doubt that'd be good for a dog. I don't have anything against cats but I feel like they don't… like me that much."

Bucky chuckles. "I feel like there's a story there."

"Just— My friend Sam has a cat and she absolutely hates me. I can't leave my phone on the table cause she pushes it off, but she doesn't touch Sam's. Every time I'm there she follows me around and hisses at me for no reason. She peed in my shoe more than once," Steve says and tries to look hurt when Bucky starts laughing. "It's not funny! I haven't done anything to deserve this. I tried to bribe her with food, I tried to pet her but I only got scratched for my efforts. And she doesn't do that with anyone but me."

"So that's your dark secret? That your nemesis is a cat?" Bucky asks with a grin.

"It's… definitely true."

“Can’t say I’ve seen that one coming,” Bucky laughs.

Steve shrugs with one arm. “I’m full of surprises.”

Clearly, Bucky thinks, shaking his head at the other man.

.

Title: Wrap me up (in your love) Creator(s): niallhoranbitches Card number: 065 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27745402/chapters/67911988 Square filled: B2 - Airport Rating: Teen and Up Archive warnings: None Major tags: Meet-Cute, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Kid Fic, No powers AU Summary: Bucky is a single dad coming back from a work trip with a very bored, very whiney 7-year-old girl. A mysterious stranger with a kind heart and a notebook full of doodles comes to the rescue. Word count: 4591 

[trudy-shams]

What we become - part 6

6 months later ------------ You checked out your reflection in the mirror for the 12th time, every 10 minutes in the span of 2 hours. Steve was late today. No!  You were NOT nervous, you just wanted to look presentable. You were a reflection of the place you worked for and you loved Asgard so it was not totally absurd you wanted to make sure you were looking good.

"The blonde boy isn't here yet, please stop wasting time in front of the mirror and take those drinks to table #6" Clint grumbled.

Him sitting in your section 5 times a week and leaving cute notes (and some hefty tips) did not go unnoticed by anyone. And no one was subtle about it. From Loki to Thor to Clint to Gamora, everyone teased you endlessly.

"Seriously, I don't know what is holding you, or him, back. Just go out on a date already" Gamora said while tipping her head towards the door.

And in walked Steve, in all his smedium t-shirt and khaki pants glory.

His eyes immediately found yours and his face split into a big grin as he made his way to a table.

Sometimes you wonder how you didn't see until now how handsome he was, but you know for a fact that your perception of beauty changes as you get to know them better. Sometimes their personality makes them more appealing while other times it's the exact opposite.

You couldn't stop the smile that spread on your lips.

You neared Steve's table "You are late today"

Steve dopey smiled back "I got stuck at an event my father organized but I slipped away as soon as I could and then there was the usual traffic"

"I have told you so many times, we have another branch of Asgard near where you live, you don't have to make the hour long drive just for some beers" You smirked.

The first time you got to know how far he lives, you were slightly confused as to why he would drive all the way. He just shrugged and smiled, saying he liked the ambience of this place better. You didn't really believe him but didn't push him either.

Now? Now you kinda knew why he drove so far. It would be stupid to pretend otherwise but you couldn't pass an opportunity to tease him.

"And I have told you, I really like the ambience " Steve was not the shy fella who couldn't meet your eyes anymore. It took a while but he slowly lost his inhibitions around you.

And you? Well, your perspective of him changed the very day he saved your life. You were so grateful to him.

But as you got to know him better, you felt a lot more for him than just thankfulness.

"So your usual then?" You took out your notepad.

"No, not today. I am already late, maybe I will take a to-go bag for some snacks. Enough for two people" Steve had this look on his face.

You were disappointed and you hoped it wasn't obvious on your face.

"Oh sure, I will bring it up right now" You internally cringed at the high pitch of your voice.

"Oh no, no rush, take your time. I know your shift doesn't end for another 30 minutes" Steve was full on smiling now.

It took a moment for you to realize what he meant and you bit your lip to keep from smiling.

"Well that's very presumptuous of you Mr. Rogers. I might have better things to do then go out on a d.., accompany you to whatever secret cult meeting you drive an hour for" Steve laughed out loud before pressing his hands to his chest.

"The Perseids Meteor shower is supposed to peak today and the sky is clear enough for a good view. It might be something fun to watch "Steve lost steam by the time he finished his sentence seeing your stern expression " it's Friday night so I thought you wouldn't have classes tomorrow and work. The best time to view is after midnight and If you are not comfortable, I understand"

You did your best to keep your laughter in at Steve's rambling but maintained your serious demeanor "We will have a few hours to kill then, do you want to watch a movie"

"I totally... what?" Steve was giving you his signature puppy dog eyes.

You finally dropped the act and grinned "I have been begging Nakia for days but she claims that no astronomical event can keep her from her beauty sleep. I am so glad you asked. It would be so much fun. We can take some drinks too. We can stop by my place and grab a picnic mat. Do we need chairs? Blan..."

"Ok doll breath" the nickname just slipped out but Steve decided to act calm"I have everything ready. We can just pack some food and we are good to go"

You did a tiny jump. "I can't wait" --------------- 12 Months later

"See, both Mr. Darcy and Lizzi are seeing things through their own corrupt lenses" you supplied hazily

The warm weather and shining sun had almost put you to sleep.

Then there was Steve's warmth that radiated from where you were leaning against him. His cologne, his soothing voice as he hummed a tune now and then and the comfort of knowing he  was there with you.

Steve and you were sitting in your favorite park. You, with your books and Steve with his sketch pad, as had become the norm for Sundays. Steve always asked you what you were reading and you always asked him what he was drawing.

Steve would show you his sketch if you would give him a summary of the book you were reading and answer his questions. You borrowed a few books from Mr. Stark's library every time you went home.

There was something about reading a physical book that you loved.

You had grabbed your all time favorite this morning while stepping out to Steve's bike.

"Usually people assume that one character had pride while the other had prejudiced views but I feel that they both had pride and their own prejudices. For instance, Lizzy knows what Mr. Darcy is saying about her family is true and on occasions, she has pointed out the same to her mother and sisters, even her father, but she is wounded when Mr. Darcy states the same. Her mind sees Mr. Darcy is a spoiled rich man with no compassion or heart" you went on, now glancing at Steve "but we should always remember, never judge a book by it's cover... or initial few pages" you stuck your tongue out at your own silliness.

Steve had this wistful smile on his face "Yeah, sometimes the first few pages cannot tell you the full story"

"That's why I read all books that I begin till the end" you all but whispered to Steve seeing how close he had come to you.

"I am so happy that you do" Steve whispered back. Just one inch, that's all you needed.

And then Steve's phone went off.

You both jerked away.

Steve took the call while you hid behind your book for the rest of the day. ---------------- 18 Months Later

"You will call me as soon as you reach" you repeated for the 5th time.

"I will, first things" Steve promised.

Steve had been enrolled in a 1 year MBA from a university in another country, as per his father's wishes. Apparently, it was a rite of passage all children in his father's circle had to go through. You were told by Nat that James, or Bucky as she called him, had been there too.

Like that was supposed to make you feel better.

Not that you could ask Steve to stay. You weren't officially dating.

You didn't know what was holding Steve or you back. Well, you knew what was holding you back. You didn't know what you would do if Steve rejected you.

You were sure he had feelings for you but you still felt that there was a wall between you two and you had solid reasons.

You had never, not once, met any of Steve's friends. Not even as a friend.

He always came to you, the area where you lived. Never the other way around.

He hadn't added you in any social media accounts he had.

There was a small part of you, which was growing everyday, that believed he was embarrassed to be seen with you. Not that Steve ever made you feel like that when you were together.

But then there was this glaring fact that he never asked you out on a proper date. It was always a plan to 'hang out'.

And that he hadn't even kissed you yet.

And now he was leaving for 12 months.

"I will miss you" Steve looked at you with such a rueful smile that you had to look away.

"Well, I will be right here. Literally, I will wait for you right here, at the airport gate, with a bunch of welcome home balloons and a six pack of your favorite. Who knows, maybe I can convince Ms.Hella to start an airport outlet and I will meet you inside, waiting with your regular order as soon as you land" you tried to lighten the mood.

"I will touch down at the airport every weekend then" Steve smiled which did not reach his eyes.

"Don't make promises you can't keep Mr. Rogers" You turned to him and smiled, having reached the security check.

Steve was hugging you the next second. Arms squeezing you tight while he murmured in your ear " I will miss you sweetheart, So much."

You took a deep breath to hold your tears in "I will miss you too".

You stood like that for a moment. You pretended not to notice the way Steve smelled your hair and planted a lingering kiss on your hair.

You both reluctantly parted.

"I will see you soon stranger" you whispered and started stepping back.

You had to let him go before you did something stupid. But ultimately, Steve beat you to it.

He grabbed your arm as you were about to turn away, jerked you forward, and planted his lips on yours.

There was nothing soft about the kiss. It was bruising. It was months of pent up frustration, attraction and tension all coming to the fore.

One of his hands was tangled in your hair while the other was like a steel band around your waist. You didn't know when your hands ended up crushing the t -shirt material around his chest. It was all tongue and teeth and desperation.

When you both came up for air, Steve looked absolutely wrecked.

He held you close and pressed 6 more quick kisses on your lips.

I *kiss* will *kiss* miss *kiss* you *kiss* so *kiss* much *kiss*

With that, he loosened his grip on your waist and hair and stepped back. Hair out of place and cheeks flushed crimson.

He let out a deep exhale and turned around, speed walking through security, not looking back once.

While you stood there, rooted to the spot for a few minutes, trying to catch your breath and quell the butterflies in your stomach, wondering what the hell just happened.

[agentstarkbarnes]

Three days. That's how long she has been running. From Johnsonville.

Princess Julia Katina-Rose Johnson was the only heir of the Johnson family. The crown princess of Johnsonville. The glorious child of King Grant and Queen Daisy. The highly respected and beloved royalty of her vast, diverse country. "Our savior" the people called her affectionately. Her parents ruled the land in all fairness, and Princess Julia was no different from them. She understood the people, and was idolized by many. "The perfect queen" as the court said.

The king and queen had chosen her to be the queen.Even though she didn't have a husband. She had suitors lined up, for all good reasons. She was the most beautiful princess, according to messengers, spies and the princes who came to ask her hand in marriage. She didn't like them, it was that simple. Some of them got drawn back when they found out she talked for herself, some did not like the attitude she displayed. Arrogant, they called her. But anyone could see it as intelligence. That was her. She was the smartest person in any room. Speaks up for herself, confident and brave. Her parents never once told her off. They let her be herself. And here she is, the fiercest, smartest and the prettiest face in the land, and the chosen queen. They were yet to break the happy news to the people.

With all good news lined up, what went wrong? Why was the beloved princess on the run? Good question. Princess Julia was adored by everyone, therefore she had a lot of enemies within the court. The ministers whom she outsmarted, the corrupt chancellors she exposed. The list grew. As she did noble deeds to the people, she gathered the hate of those who weren't happy with the deeds done. The princess knew she had haters, but never once expected it to be from her family. Christian. The king's brother. Her uncle. Uncle Chin, she affectionately called. He was two faced. He pretended to be noble to the subjects and loyal to the family. In the darkness of the night, he turned his back on them. Contract killers, that's what they are called. He had smuggled them into the castle, led them into the king and the queen's room. A passage only the royal family knew. Christian used the trust to backstab his brother Grant and the queen Daisy. They were killed that night. The princess heard the sounds. She rushed to her parents' room. Saw her uncle grinning over her parents' corpse. The killers gathering near Christian, also grinning.

"Why?" was the only thing she could whisper, her eyes boring deep into his. "Vengeance. Your father took the throne from me. I wanted it back. After all these years of waiting, I wouldn't let it be given to you, a brittle princess" Christian spoke. Venom laced his words. "The savior. The perfect queen. Many endearing terms. You won the hearts of the people. I didn't. What could I do other than this, to get what's rightfully mine?" he smiled coldly. "The throne was never yours" Julia said in a brave tone, showing that she is not intimidated by him.

"Finish her" Christian said. The killers approached her. Julia was smarter. She kicked some of the killers' kneecaps. This gave her time to run. So she did.

Day 1. She ran to the village. Seeking help or shelter from the people she helped. The people gave her food. Bread, fruits, biscuits, water. Whatever was left of them. Christian ordered the men to search the kingdom for Julia. Wanted her dead at sight. So the search began. Julia had a temporary hideout in a paddy field. When the search was over, she learnt. She learnt that the people who defended her were killed. That's when they stopped. Stopped helping her. Pretended they didn't hear her. She was a ghost. She took the message and moved on.

Day 2. The forest. That was the only place left. Christian crowned himself. The people of Johnsonville accepted him as their king. They knew they were wrong. They knew they should have protected the princess. After everything she has done for them. But they couldn't. They accepted the tyrant. Anyone who spoke against him were whipped. In front of everyone. And that was just his first day as king. No one said anything.

Day 3. Julia had almost crossed the boundaries of Johnsonville. She looked back one more time. She looked at her parents' summer house in fire. Christian did it. Erasing the memories of the previous king and queen. The people who made the golden time of Johnsonville happen. In ruins. The place she had called home. The place she was willing to serve. She couldn't call it home anymore. She had nobody there. Everyone turned blind to her. Her uncle, the royalty, the people who had once sworn to protect her, the people she had sworn to protect.

And here she is. Barefoot. Her foot aching with the burden of running for days. She knew she had to return to Johnsonville. It was her home after all. She wasn't the one to give up. She is a fighter. And she will fight. Fight for once what her home was.

Food had run out yesterday. She picked some fruits by the bushes. Mint leaves. Elderberry. Ate whatever she could gather. Sleep was a luxury now. She knew that her uncle wouldn't let her live. Moving as far as she can was the only choice.

It's been hours. She began her journey this afternoon. It was evening. She was on the outskirts of Rogersburg. A peaceful kingdom, she thought. Just like Johnsonville was. She winced at the was. Anyway, she didn't have time nor the energy to think more about it. She would only worry herself. She decided to move on. Go wherever her legs take her.

She moved a little more. That's it. 3 days of running has finally got to her. She laid by a tree and closed her eyes. Praying Christian wouldn't send men to Rogersburg to find her. Her thoughts slowly faded as she slowly started to sleep.

She woke up from her sleep. Looked around. She was not in a forest anymore. Soft velvet blankets placed upon her. She was surprised. Surprised that her feet weren't hurting. She looked down at her feet. They were healed. Medicines were placed on the nightstand. Did she end up in Johnsonville again? No. The sunset looked different. Did I sleep for almost a day? She wondered. She grabbed the brass vase by the nightstand and looked at the door. She decided to stay armed until she knows what's going on.

The doors opened. She quietly saw the person. Muscular figure. Blond hair. Blue eyes. A kind body language. Any person would immediately trust him. Not Julia. Even though she wanted to trust him. He sat on the edge of the bed. "Why am I here?" she asked as she put the vase down. That's when she realized that her voice had gone raspy. Looks like he did too. He reached for water and helped her drink.

"I found you in the forest. I recognised you immediately. The smartest, bravest and the prettiest princess in all land" he said, his cheeks tinting pink. "Anyway, I wouldn't let someone on the forest like that. I brought you back here and asked the maids to take care of you." Julia smiled lightly. "Where are my manners?" he scolded himself. "I'm Prince Steven Rogers of Rogersburg. Call me Steve" he extended his hand. A permanent smile stayed on his face. A sincere smile. "I know.Princess Julia Johnson of Johnsonville" she returned the smile.

"I've heard about you." Steve said. Even though he knew her. But neither of them said a thing. He handed her a plate of food. Biscuits, tea, sandwiches. She ate them slowly. "I know. You said that moments ago" she said softly, savoring the food she got. He rubbed the back of his neck, hiding his blush. She smiled. It's been days since she smiled naturally. "I know about you too. Steven Grant Rogers. Crown prince of Rogersburg. Chivalrous, meek, smart. Not afraid to help anyone. Not a perfect soldier but a good man" she said. They exchanged smiles. An instant connection, a spark. Both could feel it.

"Why didn't you come ask my hand in marriage? We are neighboring countries. Just curious" she asked, pouring her tea into a cup. Stir stir stir. She dropped a sugar cube. The sugar dissolved as she stirred. She looked at him for an answer. He then slowly opened his mouth. "I did not want to marry you without you knowing me. I mean.." he tapped his fingers on his knees. Tap tap. Tap tap tap. She noticed the pattern he tapped. His nervousness. "I've seen kings and queens in a loveless marriage. I wanted to know you and love you, before marrying you. I wanted to meet you but you were always fighting, holding court or serving your country. I didn't want to bother your noble work" he looked at his feet. "We've met" Julia echoed in the room. He nodded. He remembers too. It was a fine spring day. The gathering of the Johnsons and the Rogers. Blossoms on every tree. Steve and Julia talked all day. About nothing and everything. At the end of the day, both liked how the other person thinks and acts. Their character. Their sense of service. It was a spark. But neither talked about it. Steve left for his palace, so did Julia. Until now.

Clink. Julia placed the cup on the table and looked at him. "So.." she began to talk. Steve didn't let her. His lips crashed on hers. She accepted it. He wasn't urgent or desperate. He was slow, loving. She pulled him closer. He kissed her just right. He withdrew slowly and looked at her. His eyes were soft. Nervous, almost. She nodded her head. Wanted him to know it was okay. He helped her sit right against the wall. Propped pillows around her. He looked at her. It was her turn. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him lovingly. Steve took her cheek in his palm and held her gently. They kissed. They kissed as if they had all the time in the world.

Withdrawing, they cuddled. It was comforting. Breaking the silence surrounding the cuddle, Steve softly talked. "We know what happened to Johnsonville". Julia nodded slowly, letting tears fall from her face for the first time since it happened. They rolled down her cheeks. Steve immediately brought his hand and wiped them. "We are going against them. An assassination as father calls it. Our family loved yours very much. My parents had an enormous respect for them. We shall never hurt anyone from the family." he said. She nodded again. "I promise you. Innocents will be spared. Christian will be the only casualty. Christian and his men." he kissed her cheek. She smiled at him. She knew Johnsonville was secure. Their castle was more secure. "I can help" she muttered, holding his arms around her. "Okay, if you want to" he smiled.

It's been seven months. Three months since she came to Rogersburg. Prince Steve and Princess Julia had developed a romance. A romance that should've happened way earlier. But who cares? They are together now. That's the way. Soulmates always find a way to each other. The Rogers family kept her a secret. The assassination was planned over these months. Just one night away. And Johnsonville should return back to the old self. The prosperous, happy and lush country. The place which she once called home. She will get to call it again. She knew she will. Steve promised her. The Rogers promised her. She knew about their loyalty. They always helped countries get back to happiness. Plus, they were like a family to her now. The bond has been created. A bond so strong, she felt like one of them.

This is the night. The night where she finally gets her country back. The assassins were sent. Julia helped them. King Rogers was vigilant all night. Steve and Julia laid on the velvet couch. None of them were sleepy. It was 2 in the morning and neither of them slept. Steve read books to her while they cuddled under a blanket. Julia read to him too. They talked. They kept awake all night. Steve said he'll marry her after this. If she agreed to it. Julia said yes. They celebrated this happy moment within themselves. Steve made a makeshift ring from the vine from the plant beside him. She laughed as she let him put the vine/ring on her finger. They kissed for a while. They kissed because it was official. They made their love public and official. They kissed because they were willing to get into anything. Together. They would face anything with each other. They had love. They were in love. They loved each other. The news came in. Christian was dead.

Julia walked back to Johnsonville again. Her home. She was glad to call it her home again. She was crowned. All the corrupt officials were gotten rid of. It was only a matter of months to get this job done. She had the help of Rogersburg. Together, they brought back Johnsonville to it's old form. The people apologized for their behavior. Julia knew they meant the apology. She was the bigger person, she always is. So, she forgave them. They were grateful for her. She was their savior after all. She restored their summer home. The one which Christian burnt. She turned it into a park. A memorial for Grant and Daisy. After almost a year, Steve and Julia got married. She was now Julia Katina-Rose Rogers. They ruled Johnsonville and Rogersburg. People saw them as the next Grant and Daisy. They were happy under them. Guess what? Maybe happily ever after exists after all.

[waiting4inspiration]

Just Try XXXV (Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader)

Summary: Bucky finally meets his pups and makes a promise to them

Warnings: freaking hell, the fluff in this part made me smile the whole time

Just Try Masterlist II Marvel Masterlist

Pacing the waiting room with his hands in his hair, Bucky has to stop himself from barging into the delivery room. He had been there by your side for hours, helping you through each contraction and trying to take your mind off the labor so that you don’t freak out. But then he had been pushed out the room with the excuse that the room would be crowded with doctors and nurses and would become more crowded when the pups were born. 

Not to mention that you’d probably turn feral toward him - the only alpha in the room. There is a reason all the doctors and nurses are beta. It’s so that a birthing omega doesn’t feel threatened by their mediocre scent. He knew it was best to just let them do their job and not cause any problems, but he couldn’t help his instincts of needing to be beside you while you are in pain. 

When your brothers had walked into the waiting room and gave him surprising words of comfort, he remembered the team and how he hadn’t told them you had gone into labor yet. When he called them, Nat hissed at him and scolded him for not calling him sooner. 

They arrived at the hospital as if there was a mission to be done. To say that the people filling the passages and the waiting room were shocked at seeing the Avengers walking passed them is an understatement. The look on their faces was as if they were dreaming. As for your brothers, they became very protective over their omegas at the eruption of alphas barging through the doors and scolding Bucky furiously for not phoning them sooner. 

Wanda eventually calmed the team down with the help of her powers and the team took up every chair in the waiting room. Of course, they made themselves comfortable, spreading themselves around and hardly saying a word to one another as the minutes ticked by. Bucky had given up on treading the floor when it started to make him more anxious. 

Now sitting on a chair, his one knee bouncing furiously, he stares at the clock on the wall as the muscle in his jaw tenses. “Mr. Barnes?” a timid voice calls from the door, making everyone shoot up from their seats, confusing the nurse as her eyes search for the person she’s looking for. 

But Bucky can only stare at her with wide eyes and his hands in fists by his side as thoughts that something has gone wrong run through his mind. Steve - who had been by his side this whole, long wait - pushes him forward and making the nurse’s eyes snap up to him. She smiles up at him and holds the door open. “Would you like to meet your pups?” the nurse questions.

Hesitantly nodding, he follows her out the waiting room, leaving the team behind as he begins the journey to the nursey. ‘Oh God, what if I’m a terrible father?’ ‘What if HYDRA finds me and triggers me again and forces me to hurt her and my pups?’ ‘What if they force me to make them assassin?’ ‘What if they…’

His thoughts about all the things that could go wrong are cut off when his eyes spot the pup-filled cribs through a window. “There they are,” she whispers, pointing to one crib containing two pups. He lets out the breath he’s been holding for a while and takes a step closer to the window. “Your son was born first, then your girl 11 minutes later,” she states, but Bucky’s way too fascinated at the sight in front him to pay attention to what she said. “They’re a bit bigger than what we expected but at least they’re healthy.”

“They’re…” The words catch in his throat as both pups open their eyes and slightly stir before nuzzling up to each other. Chuckling at the sight, he places his metallic hand on the window and smiles down at him. “My omega…” he starts, turning his head to the nurse.

She smiles brightly up at him. “She did an amazing job. She’s resting now,” she states, turning away from the window and walking to the door that leads into the nursey. “Come on,” she sings, nodding into the room with a smile on her face. 

His feet lead him through the door and straight to the crib containing his pups. Now that there’s no window between him and the newborns, the small sounds that they make are enough to knock the air out of his lungs. 

Standing beside the crib - the nurse staying close to the door to give the alpha his space - Bucky stares in awe at the pups that stare back up at him. Slowly reaching into the crib, he gently strokes the cheek of his daughter. His touch makes her croon and she presses her face closer to his finger. 

Laughing lightly at her action, he slowly moves his hand over to his son, repeating the action and lightly stroking the side of his face. “My sweet pups,” he coons, resting his hand between the two small heads as they practically pin it down. “I will never let them harm you,” he promises when those thoughts of HYDRA pop into his mind again. “Even if it means I have to destroy every HYDRA base out there. I will do that if it means that you’re safe,” he whispers, blinking down at them as they press their noses against his hand. 

He didn’t want to leave them. But he knew that the nurse was right when she suggested that they get some rest and that he be there when you wake up. It was hard to pull his hand out of the crib and away from his pups but he knew that he’ll see them soon. He’d make sure of that. 

You’re eyes flutter open and your body shifts on the bed making Bucky’s head snap up when you sigh loudly. When your sight adjusts and you can make out Bucky, you smile brightly and reach out for him. “Hi,” you whisper, breathing in his scent which makes the smile on your face grow brighter. 

Standing from his seat, he takes you hand and places a kiss on the back of it as he sits beside you on the bed. “Hi,” he chuckles, kissing the side of your face and throwing his arm around your shoulder. “How are you feeling?” he whispers, his fingers entwining with yours as you press your nose into his chest. 

“I’m happy,” you say, tilting your head up at him when you smell stress in his scent. No doubt from smelling the pain you start to feel as you slowly pull out of your sleeping phase. “Did you see them?” you ask, shifting closer up to him as he smiles at you. 

Humming and nodding his head, he sighs in content and licks his lips. “They’re perfect,” he states, pressing his forehead against yours and nuzzling the tip of your nose with his. “I’m so proud of you, my omega,” he says, cupping the side of your face as he gently kisses you. 

Beaming in pride, you smile at him when he pulls away and you bring your hand up to touch the side of his face. Before you can say anything else, your head snaps up when a nurse walks in with the crib in front of her. Bucky quickly pushes himself off the bed and your body perks up at the sound of a small whimper coming from your pups. “They’re missing their momma,” the nurse says, pushing the crib closer to you and stopping at the foot of the bed. 

A breath catches in your throat when you spot their faces. Picking up one pup, the nurse gently hands your son to you and you hold him close with a smile on your face. “One for mom,” the nurse starts, picking up the last pup and turning to Bucky. “And one for dad,” she jokes, not giving him much thought at she places the pup in his arms. “I’ll let you all bond.”

Bucky stares down at his girl with wide eyes, terrified that he’ll drop her if he just breathes. Lifting your eyes up at him, you laugh at his expression and pull his gaze up to you. He shares the laugh with you before returning to his spot beside you. “The nurse said that they’re a bit bigger than they suspected,” he says, glancing between the two pups and making you giggle.

“I blame you and your super-soldier genes,” you tease, glancing at him before looking down at your daughter in his arms. “We should probably give them names,” you say, Bucky nodding his head as glancing between the two pups.

He licks his lips, shifting in his spot as he looks at you with a wide smile. “I think I’ve got a few ideas.”

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[mymarvelbunch]

Be Your Own Hero - Steve Rogers x Reader (epilogue)

Masterlist

Summary: You’ve lost all your family and most friends in The Decimation. Refusing to believe their deaths are permanent, you dedicate years to find a way to reverse it. Upon finding something that might help, you search for the Avengers’ help. It’s Steve Rogers x Reader, but in reality it’s mostly Badass!Reader. Also, Non-American!Reader.  

Warnings: none!

Note: Y/Co = your country. Y/Ci = your city; Y/N/L = your native language.

Previously: When you stopped talking to take a breath, he asked, “May I kiss you? You didn’t gave me the opportunity to kiss you back in Morag, and I really, really want to show you how mad you were to think I’d leave you for Peggy.” Unable to answer that with words, you nodded. His lips reached yours, and everything else faded away.

Epilogue

Two years later

Sam Wilson was a great Captain America. Not only he was good at his job, the fact that the mantle that once belonged to Steve was now in a black man’s shoulders gave everyone hope for a better future.

“You must be really proud of him”, you said over coffee.

He smiled and nodded. Despite having moved to Y/Ci, Steve and you weren’t living together. He rented his own apartment near yours. You still saw each other everyday, though. You kept teaching him to speak Y/N/L [A/N: ignore this if you speak English], and all about your country’s culture and habits.

You were welcomed back as a hero. Later, you found videos where Steve told the international press that, without you, they would have never been able to reverse the Decimation. There weren’t many details, since no one wanted to make public the fact that they discovered time travel, but enough to make it clear your role was essential in bringing everyone back.

You received many invitations to join psychiatric residency in many big cities. Invitations. No one had ever heard of such a thing before. In the end, you stayed in your home city; its residency program was one of the best in the country anyway, and you missed your family too much to leave them behind.

Steve, on his part, thrived as an artist. His history as former hero gave him celebrity-like status, which helped him greatly. Of course, Steve being Steve, he helped promoting other artists of all kinds, from drawing/painting to writing, acting, dancing... everyone loved him. Who wouldn’t?

Moments like these reminded you how lucky you were. Everyone loved Steve, but he chose you. Out of millions, he chose to love you and be with you. Sometimes it was still hard to believe that.

But he always did his best to remind that no, this wasn’t a dream, and yes, you were worth his love and affection, and you loved him for it. You talked about the subject a few times after the day you confessed to each other. He knew you had trouble adjusting to your hero status, and given you kind of retired with him, this situation was unlikely to change. You still saw yourself as an ordinary woman who did what she had to do, and there were days you forgot how much effort you made to get there - the years you gave up to achieve your goal, the lack of self-care - so Steve would often remind you of them.

Your family and friends also played a part in that. Whenever you felt down (usually because of something regarding your job) and thinking you weren’t capable, they’d remind you of what you’ve done two years ago. Being a doctor couldn’t possibly be harder than that, right?

Right. You just had to remind yourself of that sometimes. It was easy to fall into a routine and forget the path you took to get there.

Steve suddenly spoke up, interrupting your train of thought. “Hey, Tony invited us to Morgan’s birthday next Saturday. Are you busy in any way?”

You frowned, trying to remember any commitment. “No, I’m free”, you finally answered. “But he should have invited us sooner. I’m not sure we’ll be able to find plane tickets to New York in such short notice.”

He smiled. “Oh, that won’t be a problem”, he said. “He convinced Strange to teleport us if needed.”

Your eyebrows arched at that. “Well, if that’s the case, you can tell him we’ll need it.”

Steve’s smile widened in an odd way. “Great. I’ll tell him.” He stood up and went to get his phone at his room. You took the time to get yours and message your mother friends. What to get for a 5-year-old rich girl?

.

For some reason, you had expected the passage through Strange’s sling ring to bring you some nausea or dizziness, but you felt nothing as you crossed the minimally small path between Steve’s apartment and Stark’s home.

It was themed birthday party, but you couldn’t recognize which cartoon it was. Pepper told you, but since you had never heard of it before (it was possible it didn’t even air in Y/Co), you forgot it pretty fast.

Everyone was there, even the Guardians of the Galaxy. Apparently, Tony and Nebula had bonded in the three years of the Decimation, to the point Morgan called the blue alien ‘Aunt Neb’. Thor, Loki, Valkyrie and Sif were also there, and Thor/Sif and Loki/Valkyrie seemed to be the couples. “Wasn’t Valkyrie lesbian?”, you whispered to Steve.

“I don’t think Asgardians view sexuality the way we do”, he whispered back. Fair enough, you thought, and proceeded to greet Clint, who brought his entire family to the party. There were many kids, presumably from Morgan’s school. Parker seemed to like to play with them, while the girl who looked like his girlfriend stayed far from the children.

Carol had showed up with a woman and a teenage girl. She introduced the woman, Maria Rambeau, as her girlfriend, and the girl as her goddaughter. Apparently she had been staying more on Earth than outside it, even though she still had missions on space every and then.

Bucky, Natasha and Sam seemed to be a trio, now that Clint and Steve were retired. Tony settled down as well, leaving the ‘superheroing’ to his friend Rhodes and to Parker. He still spent quite some time on his workshop, though, and his works included a new Vision. Wanda was happier with that than she probably should, but who were you to judge?

King T’Challa (and his wife, Queen Nakia), Princess Shuri and General Okoye (along with her husband you had never heard of until today) had come as well. Wakanda had gotten a lot of spotlight over the years, since they revealed to be the most technologically advanced nation in the world. T’Challa’s decision to share of their knowledge to the world was source of many polemics, because everyone had an opinion on how much he should share. He seemed to be handling everything gracefully, though.

Overall, the party was great. You caught up a lot with the friend you hadn’t seen in a year, and had fun. There were many times you forgot that you were among heroes, and that you were considered one.

Near sunset, most of Morgan’s classmates had gone home, and most guests were Avengers. You were talking with Loki about Asgardian medicine (of which he had a great knowledge than you expected a royal to have) when Steve called you. “I wanted to show you something”, he said.

You excused yourself and followed Steve to the riverside (the Starks lived near a river, how cool was that?). “It’s beautiful at sunset”, you said truthfully. “Is that what you wanted to show me?”

“Not really”, he replied, “though it’s a nice bonus. Actually, it’s a gift. Mind if you close your eyes?”

You shook your heard and did as told. When he told you to open them, you were greeted by the sight of Steve on one knee, holding a small velvet box.

Oh. My. God.

“Y/N, you should know by now how much I love you”, he began. You found yourself suddenly unable to breathe. “You are, without a doubt, the best that has happened to me after I came back from the ice. You came into my life in one of the craziest ways possible, and wormed into my hear without even noticing. You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, and you deserve all happiness and love in this world. And all I want to do is to give you exactly that. I want you to be the first thing I see in the morning and your voice to be last sound I hear before falling asleep. I want to show you every day how special you are. Please, allow me to love you for the rest of our lives, the way you’ve always dreamed of. Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

Your legs were shaking. Actually, your entire body was shaking, and you found you couldn’t speak. Was this truly happening?

Slowly so you wouldn’t fall flat on the grass, you crouched down and grabbed his face. You felt tears in your eyes as you finally managed to whisper, “Yes.”

His smile was so bright it nearly blinded you. He carefully opened the box and slipped the silvery ring on your finger. You barely had time to admire it before he grabbed you by the wait, stood up and lifted you, kissing you right after. You smiled into the kiss, remembering an early interview when you went back to Y/Co.

“If you could go back in time, would you have changed anything about the past three years?”

You had wanted to giggle at that - you were able to go back in time if you wanted to. But you restrained yourself.

“I don’t see anything worth changing, ma’am”, you replied instead. “Our mission was successful in every possible way.”

You had brought your family and friends back. You were about to make your dream of becoming a psychiatric come true, you had great heroes as true friends. And now you were about to marry the love of your life, Steve Rogers.

Yes, your mission was successful in every possible way, indeed.

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Aaaand it’s a wrap! Thank you for everyone who liked, reblogged and followed this story. This AU was a concept I had thought of for some time, and it seemed perfect for an imagine - a genre I’ve wanted to try for a long time. Feedback is always welcome.

If any of you wants to see more of this AU, you can ask for drabble suggestions! I’m always open to new ideas.

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[itsroguelife]

Bellarke at Vormir AU

ONE SHOT TIME, WE HAVE BELARKE IN MARVEL, GOING TO VORMIR... WHAT WILL HAPPEN? WHO WILL MAKE THE SACRIFICE? Read this oneshot to find out.....

WAKANDA

"Bellamy?"

Bellamy turned to hear his sister's voice after he watched TChalla and Groot disappear into ash, he saw Octavia holding up her hand as it began to disintegrate.

"O?"

Bellamy ran as he caught her as she collapsed into his arms hugging him, "Bell- don't let me go! Please, I'm scared- Don't let go!" She pleaded terrified of the darkness.

He held onto her tears welling up in his eyes, "O- please..." As his pleads barely left his mouth Octavia Blake became non-existent in his arms...

TITAN

Clarke walked with the group towards the Guardian's ship, she was having issues with her side that was no longer bleeding thanks to Stark helping her but still it hurt like a bitch.

Madi was back near Peter talking to him about the fight, Clarke noticed her little crush on Stark's prodigy, it was kind of cute actually. She swears Stark is already planning their wedding.

Madi came up to her as she gave her a worried look, "you okay?"

Clarke caressed her cheek, "I'm okay," she smiled, "how's your head?"

Madi had gotten hit by Thanos, making Clarke freak out and hit him with a power blast, protective mother mode man.

"It's okay," she smiled, "it's not bad anymore, I'm thriving."

"Good girl."

Mantis looked up, "something's happening?"

They looked at her as suddenly she disappeared into dust.

Everyone jumped back expecting this as Clarke grabbed onto Madi's arm.

"Quill?"

Drax was next as he became dust.

"C-Clarke what is happening?" Madi asked.

Clarke shook her head, "T-Thanos-"

"Steady Quill," Tony tried.

"Oh man."

Just like that he disappeared too.

"Stark," Clarke called as the man looked at her, she shook her head scared for herself and more importantly Madi.

"C-Clarke?"

She turned as she saw Madi's left arm start to turn to dust.

"NO!"

She reached for her child as she turned to dust at her finger tips.

She froze as she felt her knees collapse under her feet.

Madi...

No...

Not her...

Not her...

Why couldn't it have been me?

5 YEARS LATER

Clarke pulled her hair back in a pony tail as she sat on the counter taking a drink of her whiskey, she took a deep breath feeling sad again. It's been 5 years but her hearts still shattered.

She lives at the Avengers Compound with Natasha, it's better than being alone...

"You okay?"

She closed her eyes feeling annoyed, "I don't need a therapy session Steve."

Steve just leaned against the door frame, "I'm not here as a therapist I'm here as a friend."

"Well your friend is busy."

"Busy drinking?"

She just gave him a look as he smiled, "don't become Bellamy, please, I know who you are, you would never waste your life. You are a hero, Clarke."

"A failure you mean."

"Don't say that, we couldn't stop him, but that doesn't mean we can't move on."

"Move on?!" Clarke suddenly threw the whiskey at the wall as Steve frowned, she put her head in her hands.

"Clarke..."

"Look I'm sorry alright?" She whispered not looking up, "it's just... It doesn't feel like it's been five years since Thanos did what he did. It's like I'm watching the world slowly go back to the way it was but I'm just stuck... I lost everything that day, my friends... My daughter. I lost and I'm still lost. How am I supposed to move on? How are we supposed to move on? After so many people are gone because of our failure?"

"It's hard," Steve told her as tears fell, "but we have to find a way to move on, I tell that to the group everyday so yes it's a force of habit but I know we can. We lost, yes, but we are still here. The world is in our hands."

Clarke closed her eyes.

"I just wish we could go back..."

"Let me get this straight," Bellamy began after they explained the idea of time travel to him, "you're telling me that you all want to go back in time before the snap and bring them all back?"

They all stared at him as he became angry, he had been getting drunk none stop since the Snap so he was very much drunk, "you expect me to believe this shit?!"

Raven looked at him, "Scott thinks there's a way too-"

"To what?" He hissed, "bring back billions and billions of dead people? You are all insane!"

Steve stepped up, "son, you need to listen to us-"

He hit his hand off his shoulder, "do not call me son, I'm not your son so stop acting like a concerned father Everytime you see me! I lost my sister and Ive accepted i can't bring her back!"

"By drinking all the time?" Raven asked.

"I don't expect you to understand Raven, you didn't lose your other half!"

Raven looked down as she looked at Nat who sat quietly.

"Bellamy," Clarke walked in, it had taken her a minute as well to believe but now she does, "we can't let Thanos get away with this, we can bring Octavia back, we can bring Madi back," a hopeful smile spread on her lips.

Bellamy breathed heavily, "Clarke..." He hadn't seen her in almost a year, it was strange seeing her again, her hair was longer a little under her shoulders, she looked good all things considered.

"I... I can't, no, no, I won't put my hope in something impossible. I can't have that pain hit me, I wouldn't survive it."

With that Bellamy walked out as they all sighed.

"He'll come around," Natasha spoke, "with Tony on board, we can do this and he'll see that there is hope."

Clarke nodded, hope... Yes, that's what she needs. Hope to get everyone back. To give Madi her future. That's all that matters.

Whatever it takes.

"So all we have to do is go back and get the stones before Thanos gets them," Scott recapped as they stood in the time travel suits on the Quantum Tunnel.

"Is that all?" Clarke asked chuckling nervously.

"No time for humor," Steve says, "we all have our missions, get the stones and bring them back, we are all going to a place we may know but doesn't mean we should expect what is coming. We all have our missions, get it done."

"He's pretty good at that."

"Right?"

Raven and Natasha was hanging back as the others were on this Time Heist.

Clarke's helmet turned on as she felt the Quantum Tunnel swallow her as well as her team!

They traveled to their each targets as Clarke and Bellamy traveled to 2014 with Nebula and Rhodey.

"Be safe," Rhodey tells Clarke as he engulfed the girl he cared about in a hug.

"You too, Rhodey," Clarke smiled.

Bellamy gave Nebula a half hug as she had really helped him along the way of losing his sister, "come back safely."

"You too," Nebula said as she nodded.

"Watch eachothers six!"

Clarke and Bellamy smiled at their friend as they always watched eachothers backs, she placed a hand on his shoulder smiling at Bellamy as they got into the ship.

They sat in the flyers seats watching as space went by, Clarke smiled in wonder as Bellamy looked at her admiring her, "we are far from the drop ship, Princess."

Clarke and Bellamy arrived on Vormir, it was a beautiful but eerie place, a place that Clarke would never want to stay on- it seemed like death and she didn't want to be forever surrounded in that.

They climbed the mountain getting tired as they reached the top.

"I bet the raccoon didn't have to climb a mountain," Bellamy groaned.

Clarke laughed, "yeah well, they always give us the /fun/ adventures."

"Welcome," suddenly they both got in stance against the person who spoke, "Clarke daughter of Jake."

Clarke stiffened at the mention of her father.

"Bellamy son of Markus."

Bellamy shifted at the mention of his father he only knew as his biological father after his death.

"Who are you?" Bellamy ordered for answers.

"I am like you," Red Skull told them, "I am someone who also seeked the stones but i wasn't worthy and they left me as someone who only gave others safe passage to the stones."

Bellamy glanced at Clarke who was also confused, "we didn't ask for a history lesson, red face."

"Where's the Soul Stone?" Clarke asked cutting to the chase eager to get Madi back.

"It is here."

Red Skull led them to a cliff edge.

"Its down there?" Bellamy asked.

"What lies infront of you is what you seek but also what you fear," Red Skull told them, "to get the Stone requires eternal sacrifice- a soul," Bellamy and Clarke looked at eachother, "for a soul."

"I dont understand," Clarke spoke as she turned, "how do we get the Soul Stone?"

"And actually explain it please," Bellamy told him.

"To get the Soul Stone you must lose what you love," Red Skull told them, "it demands a sacrifice, a soul for a soul, eternal sacrifice..."

Clarke Griffin and Bellamy Blake both realized what he had meant as they felt their stomachs fall.

Clarke sat in denial her mind thinking about what had to be done and Bellamy was in denial trying to annoy Red skull.

"Hello!" He waved at him chuckling, "haha, fucking bullshit," he shook his head as he looked at Clarke, "this is bullshit, he's hiding the stone, this has to be a trick."

Clarke shook her head, "I don't think so..."

"Why?" Bellamy questioned, "Clarke, this isnt a sacrifice situation, we have to fight for this. This is our stand."

"No," she stood, "Thanos came here with Gamora, he left without her and with the Soul Stone! How do you think he got it!"

Bellamy stood their wordless.

"Eternal sacrifice," Clarke repeated, "a soul for a soul."

Bellamy took a heavy breath, looking down, he remembered his sister, "my sister, my responsibility... Whatever it takes."

Clarke smiled sadly, "whatever it takes."

Bellamy met Clarke's eyes, "Clarke... I have to tell you something," he took a deep breath deciding to admit what he had hid for so long, soon his time will come to an end for his sister, "I-"

"I love you," Clarke spoke first her heart pounding out of her chest, "I know... I should have told you so many times but now- now it's too late, I can't die before I tell you-"

He cut off her rambling by pulling her into a kiss, his arm around her waist as she touched his face kissing him back.

"I love you too," Bellamy told her a smile on his face as Clarke rested her forehead to his, "but i won't let you die for me, Clarke, you don't deserve that, you deserve a future with Madi."

Clarke shook her head, "Bellamy no, no," she grabbed his arm, "I won't let you do that! You need to live your life and be happy! I have done too many bad things to live on, let me do this, let Wanheda become the sacrifice."

"Clarke," Bellamy shook his head touching her face pulling her closer, "you judge yourself too harshly, i see the real you, you are so beautiful inside and out, you make a better man because I want to better for you! I can't let you die for me, not after all the times I left you. Clarke, you are my family, my life, and my love, I won't let you die."

Clarke felt tears fall as she kissed him crying as she did so.

He wiped her tears as she kissed back, "I love you," he told her.

"I love you too," Clarke cried, damn you, Blake," she slapped his chest not that hard, "you win... You win."

Bellamy smiled tears falling as he kissed her cheek lovingly. He turned towards the cliff taking a deep breath.

Suddenly Clarke shock lashed him making him fall!

"I'm sorry, I lost everyone else I've loved, I won't let you die too."

Clarke told him as she took a running start all of a sudden Bellamy got up as he shot a blast as her feet making her fall to the side!

Bellamy got up, "it's okay, Princess, our time is up."

He started to run as Clarke watched him in fear, his eyes locked with hers as he jumped off the Cliff!

Clarke suddenly jumped off the Cliff as she grabbed onto Bellamy!

They both fell as Bellamy hit the wire on his belt to catch them!

His hand grasped Clarke's as he held her as tightly as he could!

"No!" Bellamy tried to pull on the wire, "no! This isnt- no!"

"Bellamy..." Clarke whispered, she felt tears fall as she locked eyes with him, "I love you."

"Please no... Clarke please! I need you! The heart and the head!"

"The heart and the head," Clarke smiled sadly.

She suddenly kicked the Cliff pushing her body back as her hand fell from Bellamy's as he screamed for her!

She felt herself falling as Bellamy screamed as loudly as he could at the top of his lungs.

Clarke hit the ground as her body broke under the fall- dying slowly from blood loss and her soul fell into a darkness...

Bellamy cried as he couldn't tear his eyes off of his soulmate as he cried as suddenly a white light engulfed him!

Bellamy woke up in water as he sat up, his mind a fuzz as he looked at his hand that something glowing in it, he opened seeing the soul stone!

Tears fell, as Bellamy clutched it to his chest close to his heart crying as he screwed his eyes shut his mind all over the place...

The Time Heist came back to present as Bellamy stood there soaked in water and depression washed over him, his partner no longer by his side which was quickly noticed by the others.

"Bellamy," Rhodey realized, "where's Clarke?"

Bellamy couldn't look at them as his hand gripped the soul stone...

Everyone fell silent knowing what happened...

Clarke Griffin had sacrificed herself.

The Commander of Death had fallen.

Whatever it takes indeed.

//If anyone wants a part twooo let me know