#outta nowhere AU

[bigtreefest]

Yes! Bee had a lot of coordination going on behind the scenes but she knew how much she was putting on Decks. But that’s friendship 😬 let’s just say Bucky is good at dealing with people once and for all once he can get them in his grasp…👀

Chapter 10: When a Friend Asks for Help

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: You ask your friends for help and they come running, no matter what else they’ve got going on in their lives.

Word count: 4,582

Content/warnings: Swears, kissing, being on edge for decks, nervousness throughout the atmosphere, fighting, mob themes, misogyny, kidnapping

Author’s Note: personally, I’m laughing at the fact that Bee is gonna say Decks is usually nice, considering if you read The Rainmaker, she doesn’t tend to be exceptionally warm around anyone but friends

Takes place at the same time as ch. 7 of The Rainmaker and ch. 3 of Handiwork

Thank you for reading, I’d love to hear your feedback!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You stood in the gravel of your driveway on Saturday morning, shifting nervously between your feet as you waited for Steve to arrive. He had messaged you that he’d be coming this morning before Bucky and Decks. That was a little odd to you, but it made sense considering the phone call she’d left you with on Tuesday night after spending time with Steve. Decks was your obvious pick to beat Cole in the pool game, but letting her know the true stakes set off a bomb. From what you could tell, it was an explosion of anger and betrayal towards Steve, but she still stepped up and you were so grateful for that.

Following Cole’s threat and the bet you’d made last Saturday, the first person you’d called was Bucky. If anyone could help you fix it all, it was him. You knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to you, and this all involved him just as much. Things were getting just as scary for him business-wise in the city, so you weren’t surprised that at your call for help, he insisted that he come to you right away to be by your side through the entire thing so you didn’t have to face it alone.

Curtis had just finished the morning round of farm chores, and not much else was going to really need done except a few sporadic tasks, thanks to Peter’s help, so your cousin came over and stood next to you in the driveway while Cherry and Peter sat behind you, chatting in the rocking chairs on the porch.

After everything, and with the necessity of this weekend going your way, you told Curtis the whole story: who Bucky, Steve, and Peter were, and why you were involved with them, letting him relay it to Cherry in the way he thought best. To your surprise, he took it well, giving you a nudge and a light punch to the shoulder, saying, “yeah. I figured. You always did your own thing like that. Plus, Bucky’s not exactly nonchalant.”

It was true, while you were pretty stand-up, you recalled your parents commonly making comments about how if you’ve made up your mind, there was no changing it, even if that decision wasn’t necessarily smart…or legal. It’s not like you’d gotten into trouble for it, though. You just liked to push the limit a little bit, just to the brink, and that was enough, but this time, it was what led you to this point, this very stressful, important, point, alongside Bucky.

Up until today, when you knew you’d finally have the company you desired, Curtis thought he had never seen you this sad, besides after Jake, but this was different. The first of two black SUVs showed up in your driveway, though, that all began to change. Steve was here, and you knew Bucky was on the way. You had a small smile on your face, greeting your friend with a hug, but Curtis simply gave him a nod, not sure what to do since Decks was such a good friend, and Steve seemed to have hurt her. A lot.

He decided to stay on the porch, waiting for Bucky and her to arrive while you, Peter, and Cherry took Steve inside to hash over a plan for the day.

You brought Steve in, the four of you sitting around the butcher block counter top of your kitchen island to figure out how to make the day go as smoothly as possible. For Decks to win, she needed the perfect conditions. You had to pull every trick out of the book to make sure this went the right way, and you were sure there were some things she wasn’t gonna like about it.

Bucky was driving her, and they got along fine, but that wasn’t something you could control right now, so you focused on what you could.

“Okay, so Bucky and Decks will be here in about an hour. Today, our priority is to give her everything she needs to be successful.”

You looked around at everyone else at the table, their eyes waiting for your next instruction. “Now, I know she’s been going through it, so she’s probably not eating much, but we need her well fed. Steve, is there anything I have that you can use, or anything you can do to fix that?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, Buck’s got some breakfast for her. There’s this one pasta she really likes. I can have the chef up here to make it fresh before this afternoon.”

You nodded, satisfied with the answer. “Good. Now, there are a few different conditions that need to happen for Decks to play her best. She needs to be mad, but not too much, and also not sad. She needs to be a little annoyed, which I have no doubt will come with her being surrounded by a couple misogynistic douchebags, and she needs to be slightly uncomfortable. It keeps her just on edge enough that she doesn’t relax, causing her to slip up.” You held up your hands to show the levels of intensity you needed to maintain.

“Here’s the threshold, we need to keep her right there when the time comes, but before that, let’s keep her calm. So essentially, what I’m saying is we need to placate her until this afternoon when we’ll put her into a dress instead of the jeans she usually wears to the bar, just for tonight. Not only will it do the trick, but I think it’ll cause a distraction enough to put a few more odds in her favor. But really, when I think about it, this is all just an added bonus, because she’s probably mad at a few of us, including myself and Steve, but she hasn’t really shown it towards me that much yet.”

Everyone nodded along again before Cherry spoke up. “So how are we going about that? If you didn’t already ask her to bring a dress?”

You smiled over to your new friend. “That’s the thing, I was hoping you might have a good outfit in mind. Something cute, but not too revealing. Comfortable in fit, but not in style. Shorts underneath, of course.”

She smiled. “I think I have just the thing. But also, aren’t you a little worried to be doing this all in public? The bar will be busy tonight, I’m working, and I know they’re not gonna shut it down since it’s such short notice.”

You clicked your tongue, looking over at Steve to back you up. “Well I assume a public environment makes them less likely to pull anything over on us, plus Bucky is sending a bunch of guards. But I’d rather have several of witnesses if I get shot-“ you gasped, looking at everyone with wide, imploring eyes, “but don’t tell Decks that’s a possibility! Don’t even plant a thought like that in her mind. Keep her feeling safe, and angry, and confident if you can. She needs it, okay? And if you forget your role, just remember it’s whatever Decks tells you to do, alright?”

You were met by a collective “alright,” but then Peter raised his hand. You nodded for him to go ahead.

“Miss Bee, I’m just questioning, do we really want her angry at us? I mean, you just said, she’s been angry at Steve all week and we see how that turned out. He looks terrible.”

You watched as Steve threw his head back at the accidental insult. “Well, yeah, Pete. We don’t want her mad at us. We want her mad at the situation. Decks is actually really nice usually, but there’s a lot going on. We’ll use that to our advantage.”

Peter skeptically nodded as the sound of crunching gravel came through the screen door. A second SUV was pulling up.

You ran through the front door of the house, hearing a car door slam shut, and out from behind the black car emerged someone you hadn’t seen in far too long: Bucky. If you would’ve asked Curtis, he would’ve said it was as if the clouds parted when you ran to the mob boss.

You were sprinting almost, as much as your slippers would allow, as you reached Bucky, jumping up into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist. His strong form was only slightly wavered from the force of you, and he squeezed you back just as tight, his words muffled into your hair.

“I missed you, my sweet honeybee.”

His words sent a warmth through you. You pulled back, planting a fat kiss on his lips, your hands moving to his cheeks to take in his gorgeous eyes and face, before remembering the precious cargo he was transporting. “Where’s Decks?”

He gently set you down, grabbing your hand and walking to the rear passenger door of the vehicle, opening it up. “She’s taking a nap against the other door, didn’t want to wake her and make her fall out.”

He looked over his shoulder, trying to find someone who he thought might have a gentle touch. “Ah! Peter, come here. Come gently wake up Decks, would you?”

Peter came down off the porch and crawled into the back seat, handing you back a bakery box that was sitting there as he climbed in. Bucky gave you a kiss on the forehead, saying he was going to take his stuff up to the room and you nodded. Cherry emerged next to you as you flipped open the lid to be greeted by a bunch of fancy French foods, unlike anything you could find around here. The two of you sifted through the box, until Peter, holding his nose, essentially sprinted from the car, speaking as he ran past you. “I thought you said she was nice.” Poor kid got punched by a spooked Decks.

He was promptly followed by by your best friend emerging from the vehicle and you greeted her sweetly. “Decks! Good morning! So great to see you!” She didn’t return your side hug, but it’s what you expected. After making her way down the line and seeing Steve, you watched as she stormed into the house, leaving her bag. Maybe she still needed a little time.

As morning turned to afternoon, you kept Bucky close, sitting with him on the couch, you in his lap, discussing what had gone on over the past month or so. You’d been attempting to have a private conversation, but were surprised when you began to hear other voices chiming in, unrequested.

Peter was speaking up from his spot at the island, Curtis through the screen door where he was sitting on the swing with Cherry on the porch, and Steve from his slumped spot next to you in the big recliner. It seemed as though no secrets were to be had, which might be a good thing after how that blew up for others.

But this time, it was just friends and family sharing little details that were probably better left alone. “Bucky climbed in my trunk because he was lonely.” “Bee hugged a sheep for extra long.” “Bucky wore the ugliest suit I’ve ever seen.” “Bee found his old shirt left behind.”

If you weren’t so happy to be close to Bucky right now, you would’ve been throwing side eyes all around, just like Decks was half the time, but you just couldn’t. What you could do, though, was make sure everyone was on task.

“Alright, alright. Steve, don’t you have an apartment to set up? Peter, don’t you have a couple farm chores to help Curtis with?”

They all playfully rolled their eyes at you, knowing there were important matters to tend to, and willfully following you, their boss for the day.

As mostly everyone scattered, that left Bucky and you, actually alone on the couch as he kissed at your neck. “I love seeing you in charge, Honey. It really does something to me.”

You pulled away and lightly smacked at his chest, not diminishing his grin one bit until you heard the screen door open and Cherry walked in. Right. She was still here.

“Oh, I’m sorry, y’all. Didn’t mean to ruin a moment.”

You just smiled. “Oh no, no. You’re all good. Make yourself at home, you know you can. We were just talking.”

You didn’t miss Bucky’s scowl at that, but laughed it off, calming him by scratching your fingers through his hair, causing him to close his eyes and lean into the touch. You received another scowl, though, when you stopped suddenly.

“I’m sure Mr. Boss man here has a few calls to make, anyway, right Buck?”

Bucky took in a deep breath and grumbled, pulling you off his lap and moving to a stand. “Yeah, yeah. You’re actually right, but what else is new? I’ll go double check the guard procedures.”

Laughing at the whole interaction after pouring herself a glass of sweet tea, Cherry went to sit on the couch, but before she touched down, she shot back up. “Actually, I’m not sure I want to sit there. I don’t know what the two of you have done on this couch.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Oh golly, no. Nothing has been done on this couch, and even if so, I’m sure it’s no worse than the surfaces of your apartment.”

She froze, opening her mouth like she had something to say, before conceding and sitting down. “I am not going to comment on that, but what I will say is Curtis told me last month that he walked in here after a day of chores to see clothes strewn everywhere. Just making sure the disarray of your house didn’t have any implications about the cleanliness of your couch.”

She winked at you, taking another sip of her tea as you groaned and threw your head in your hands. Even the short spurts of time she had spent around here on weekends had made her comfortable enough to pull your chain…but she wasn’t wrong either.

A little time for Decks to have for herself seemed to turn into a lot of time, as she didn’t come back for hours. You weren’t sure if you were the best bet to send up there. Peter was probably terrified, Curtis was out in the field, and Steve was likely the last person she wanted to see right now. Plus, Steve was away setting things up, so Cherry was probably your best bet. A wildcard. It would be good to test the waters, too, since the three of you were about to go to her apartment, anyway, so that was your choice.

It must’ve worked, though, because Cherry didn’t seem to have any issues when she came back down to meet you in the cab of your truck, besides mentioning how beaten down Decks looked, and I unfortunately comparing her to yourself over the past month.

“I gotta tell you, she’s not looking so hot. Like, I know I’ve only met her once, but she looks worse than you did the first week Bucky left.”

You rolled your eyes with a light scoff. “Cherry, I was not that bad. I was fine.”

She tilted her head to the side skeptically. “I feel like we’re good enough friends now that I can say you were miserable. Why do you think I came around so much? You needed someone, and I feel like Decks might, too, but she also seems to be shutting us all out.”

As much as you hated to say it, she was right. Cherry had come around on the weekends sometimes to chat as Curtis worked and you hadn’t realized how great it was to have a friend. You’d grown closer than expected over that time, but there was still a ways to go, which is why you made Curtis tell her about Bucky and everything instead of doing it yourself.

You sighed, drumming your fingertips against the wheel in thought. “Okay, okay, yeah. Whatever, you’re kinda right. Just…we’ll figure it out. Cater to her at your place if we can. Be around but not too clingy. Hopefully Steve got her some stuff she’ll like and she won’t throw it out the window knowing it came from him.”

Within twenty minutes, Decks was downstairs, meeting you at your truck, ready for the next thing. Hopefully this plan would work.

When you walked into the apartment, everything seemed perfect. Steve must have just left, because the pasta on the counter was still fresh and you could just barely see into the bedroom, where a special gift was. You knew how much Decks loved her music and how it pumped her up, so you hoped this could somewhat help, at least in this leg of the prep.

You quietly ate, speaking about nothing with Cherry, just to make sure there was some background noise, and trying to stay conscious that there was enough for Decks to eat and feel satisfied. You knew she liked pasta, it was a common dorm request of hers for dinner, but she was right. This was the best. Yours couldn’t hold a candle to it.

You and Cherry cleaned up dinner as quickly as you could, happy to hear a record start playing once you were halfway through rinsing the dishes. Man, Steve really did care to know her. This song was her favorite and she’d been searching for it on vinyl for forever.

Once the dishes were done, you could see it was getting close to time to go, so you and Cherry raced over, trying to find the perfect outfit for Decks. She looked great, beautiful as ever, and you could see how the music helped her demeanor, but all too soon, it was time to head out.

When you got to the bar, you could tell she was on edge again, but weren’t sure what more there was to do so you could help. You spotted Bucky immediately, happy to see him just for a second as you sat in his lap and gave him a peck.

“Hi Honeybee. I was just gonna go check on all the guards, make sure they’re in position. You wanna come with?”

You looked over to Decks sitting awkwardly next to Steve, Curtis having dashed away, and nodded. Maybe the time alone would help her sanity and if they could patch things up, Decks would be in a better headspace, so you grabbed Bucky’s hand and followed him out.

The guards were all in their place, but when you returned to the booth, no one was there. Curtis stood by the bar where you’d seen him go before, but Steve and Decks were nowhere to be found. Wherever they were, they were together, right? It would be fine. You were just mostly nervous because the time when Cole would show up with his match pick was coming up soon, and you weren’t sure how that was gonna go.

You stood with your back pressed up against Bucky’s chest, just slightly. It was professional enough for the serious tone of the moment, but still let the two of you ground yourselves.

Your eyes were on the door only for a moment when Cole walked in, followed by a man in a fancy knit shirt, with a well groomed, but still terrible mustache. Cole clocked you almost instantly, walking in your direction as Bucky leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“That’s Lloyd. You think that was Cole’s pick?”

You shrugged. It meant one of two things. Either Lloyd was great at pool, or Cole had no friends. Actually, it was very possible that it meant both of those things. Probably definitely the second one at least.

They approached, cocky as ever, Lloyd holding a case in his hand and setting it on the table closest to the two of you. He was the first to speak up.

“Bucky. How ya doin,’ soldier? Heard business is slow these days because you’re stuck in a honey trap.”

You watched as Lloyd looked you up and down, wetting his bottom lip.

“My, my. You are a sweet little peach. Better than Cole described you.”

You tried keeping your face level and sweet as always when dealing with these sorts of situations, but Bucky wasn’t as successful. Out if the corner of your eye, you could see the tick in his jaw and the way his fists clenched at his sides. You placed a hand on his forearm to partially calm him. Sure, this all had to do with him, but this wasn’t his battle. Not tonight.

Noticing the tension, Cole awkwardly spoke up. His confidence was nowhere and nothing in the presence of Lloyd now that you saw the two of them together.

“So, who’s starting? I assume it’s us because we’re the guests, right Peach?”

He didn’t even give you the chance to open your mouth and request a coin toss or a dice roll before he was calling over a waiter for a drink and Lloyd was sizing up the table. They each finished their respective tasks, and returned, standing in front of the two of you once again.

“So are one of you two rodeo clowns going to play me, or do you have a different choice?”

You fought the temptation to roll your eyes at Lloyd’s attempt of a degrading comment. Rodeo clowns aren’t that bad, but you were relieved to not dignify that comment with a response since something else caught their attention. You then watched their heads turn and you followed the lines of sight over your shoulder. Decks. She was strutting into the room, boots hitting the ground and skirt flouncing in the breeze, Steve just a few steps behind her. She hadn’t looked this confident all day, but you could tell, she was totally zoned in right now.

You introduced her to her competitors, but there were essentially no pleasantries. They each went to their respective places to grab their cues to start the game, Steve helping Decks and getting a water at the bar before coming to your side. Cole was at the other side of the table, Lloyd already moving around and taking his turn.

Bucky leaned in towards you to whisper. “Decks looks really focused right now. I think your plans are working.”

You nodded, not wanting to jinx anything, when Steve pitched in. “Yeah. I don’t think much else makes her angrier than a threat to Bee. That, and apparently lying.”

He looked to see if Decks had heard him at all, but she hadn’t, too focused on Lloyd’s every move. You laughed and nodded in agreement. “Definitely. But when she’s on it, she’s on it. And that’s what we need right now. If she can get a chance to have a turn, she’ll get him.”

The two men to the sides of you grunted in hopeful agreement. Bucky leaned in again, his hat brim brushing the top of your head. “If I’m being completely honest, to see her in that state kind of even scares me.”

You eyes grew wide as you turned towards him, as if to say ‘right?’ since for years, you felt like your were the only one who ever observed this side of her. As far as you knew, it was really only directed towards enemies and adversaries. Those she played in competitive card games or that one detective she hated at work.

“Yeah, how does that one song go? If you ever see Decks in a fight with a bear, help the bear?”

Steve scoffed slightly. “Yeah. That sounds accurate.”

You hummed in affirmation as you watched Lloyd sink another shot. He was just past halfway through and it seemed like he was on a roll. As he lined up another shot, you leaned towards Steve. “You, my friend, are unfortunately the bear right now. Well, actually I’d say you’re the secondary bear, and maybe the third depending on whether or not she counts Lloyd and Cole as a single entity.”

How you said it was funny, but this was no laughing matter. Just then, Lloyd took a shot, and he missed. You grabbed Bucky’s hand in shock and he squeezed it in return. Decks came over and took a sip of water out of Steve’s hand, chalking up her cue, ready to go. You watched as she effortlessly walked around, a scene you’d viewed so many times before, and took her first shot. It was perfect, followed by another one, and another one, and another one, until all that was left was the last ball.

She lined herself up, one leg propped up on the table, and Cole and Lloyd were still shamelessly checking her out like they had been the whole time. You made a note to make sure Bucky gave them hell for this disgusting perv behavior, but for now, the only thing you wanted to look at was Decks, too. When the cue made contact with the ball, she turned her head, looking into Lloyd’s eyes instead of the pocket when the eight ball was sunk. Cheeky girl. That was her signature move back in the day.

She stood up and set down her cue as you, Bucky, and Steve cheered for her, mostly internally, unlike the patrons that had gathered at the spectacular game, until you met her stride, stepping in front of Cole as Decks faced Lloyd. You expected this all to go smoothly, mob men were supposed to be men of their word, after all, but Lloyd’s response to Decks requesting he back off now scared you. It was condescending, threatening, and he didn’t seem to have any plan to back down.

You watched him obnoxiously gasp and throw a hand over his chest.

“Oh no. Where’d your precious cheese curd go?”

The four of you whipped your heads towards the bar, just so see no sign of Curtis in the stool he was occupying minutes ago. The next set of events happened so quickly you could hardly process it. Decks was screaming, flailing her arms and legs as Steve pulled her away. Bucky landed a solid right hook to Lloyd’s jaw and you swore you could’ve heard the bone crack. When Lloyd was on the floor, even though Cole had his hands up, claiming he didn’t do anything, Bucky grabbed Cole by the collar and you tried to slip out of the descending crowd that must’ve responded against the two men due to Decks’ cries and screams. People around here didn’t take kindly to the apparent mistreatment of women. You tried to call the security outside for backup, but no one was picking up. Something was wrong, so you wove your way through the crowd that was quickly growing dense around Bucky’s 2-on-1 brawl that the was winning. You were able to make your way to the back door and pushed it open, looking and seeing two large men on the ground. The guards, they had been chloroformed.

Steve emerged from the side of the building, where he had probably just been checking the same as you at the front, running towards you and breathing heavily. He had seen the fallen guards up there, too, but wasn’t sure if it applied everywhere. By the look in his eyes, it did, and Curtis was long gone. You slammed your hand against the brick wall of the old establishment.

“Ah, shit.”

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Bonus A/N: Chloroform is a very common solvent that I used when getting my degree. I was constantly reminded to not put my face over the vials and beakers I was using because it’s also quite volatile, so if you breathe in the fumes, goodnight.

Also:

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[finemeal]

DP x DC Prompt #4

In a world filled with soulmate’s, most people are born with the first words your soulmate says to you. Those born without a soulmark? Are destined to die young.

Daniel James Fenton wasn’t born with a soulmark. Neither was Jason Peter Todd.

That’s why it was a little surprising to both of them when they wound up coming back after dying. With words on them nonetheless.

[dearmizumi]

M A S Q U E R A D E

I wanted to make a little doodle of Killer wearing a suit for a masquerade ball event that's currently happening in a roleplay server I'm in and like I accidentally created this

I have no regrets.

(we are also desperate for more members for the rp serv but disboard is down ssoooo.... :c *debates how I'm gonna promote it*)

[disappearenceofsomeone]

also hoorayyy happy halloween gang!!! hope y’all are having fun trick or treating (and also booping :3)

you guys also get these sillies

[momochimchim]

Yes Uhm Hello I'm going insane 🤠🤠

Remember this song??? Yes well What if Charlie was evil and the main antagonist and Al was the one running the hotel (for fun probs)

[wazzappp]

I love thinking about how this would go down with them

[phykoha]

No ROTTMNT au is safe from Party Host Mikey. He will show up out of nowhere, find the key, and open the portal to the prison dimension to let the Kraang out himself just so he can kill and eat them

[bonefall]

maybe with the ending.. make it be like the link between Breezepelt's leaving to join Kin and his POV in AVOS? of course from Nightcloud's perspective but

like. she would be injured and recovering away from the clan. but they would be unaware that she is alive and like in canon assume she died and hold her a vigil. Breezepelt, who is already at low point, taking it very badly - yes he was pushing her away bc he was hurt and angry and started taking it out on her, but.. it's still his mom. his Mi. and she is dead? or is this stupid clan just going to believe this to make it easier? are they really giving up on looking for her, or her body??

i can see Nightcloud being the one of very few, if not THE Only one, things that kept Breezepelt in WindClan at this point. and without her, what's the point? it's not like anyone else likes him. the link is gone and they buried it in a bodyless vigil. so it's what pushes him to actuall take the step and leave.

not sure how well it would align with the timeline and events. and how soon Darktail was assembling cats from other clans like Breeze. but i think it would be interesting and heartbreaking if at the end of her SE, Nightcloud just arrived back to WindClan and asks where Breezepelt is and someone tells her.. he either was missing since this morning or just left the clan earlier the same day. like, just have them miss each other by a hair.

I'm thinking that the second-to-last chapter is her with Pickle, having a bit of a sabbatical to unpack everything that happens through the story. Mostly because I want to throw her into some kind of pretty garden as a nice setting for this lmaoo

A LOT of BB stuff is being added to Nightcloud's Pannage that wasn't in the main series; Hillrunner's abuse, her mentor Addersong, several expanded little background characters now complete with their own side conflicts. I think what I can bind all these things with is Nightcloud considering what a Clan means.

Because of her new reputation, I'm noticing I'm writing scenes where she's intentionally doing and saying things to try and sway them. While also grappling with her resentment towards them, and things she can't change.

There's a bit of a melancholy air so far, so I'm starting to feel like the best ending is just having a bit of space to herself to think. Ultimately, she decides that it's more than Breezepelt or Crowfeather that binds her to WindClan. It's the life and connections she COULD have.

WindClan cats are also quite religious next to other Clans, so I really do mean "sabbatical." I'm going to have Addersong die of old age shortly after they reconnect, so she's in Pickle's Garden talking to her new friend, choosing cats she's lost to pray to as patron spirits to give her the traits she feels she needs, and just recovering both physically from injury and spiritually from turmoil.

So all that to say; it works well that by the time she gets back, Breezepelt has joined The Kin. He was one of the first to join when he started calling for members anyway, so having Night be gone for about two or three weeks sounds appropriate.

[spicyraeman]

But what kind of music does Wyll play in your au? I'm getting Tash Sultana vibes for some reason, but I assume he's more hard rock in the band au

My metal poisoned brain wants to say something like Fire From The Gods soooo bad, but yeah i've been thinkin he goes for the standard alt-rock blend of hard rock, hip-hop, indie, punk, and then sometimes dips into more pop and metalcore territory

He honestly feels like the type of guy to experiment a lot and I love it when artist/bands switch up genres from album to album while still keeping their distinct vibes so imma just say he does that lol

[lostglassguitars]

religious ink cult asks you to join what do you do

[flickys-courage-club]

[This is my AU of Straight Outta Nowhere: Scooby Doo Meets Courage The Cowardly Dog movie, I included my CTCD OCs Barry, Onyx, Carnelian, Kameron, Francine, Bunitty, Crister and Bard in it]

[While Mystery Incorporated met Courage and the Bagges, Muriel and Eustace. Courage heads up to the attic, Scooby and Shaggy follow him up the stairs. In the attic, Courage's new friend who is a black cat named Barry is asleep and holding his plush rabbit. There, Courage opens the door, and he, Shaggy and Scooby enter. As they enter, the three approach the sleeping cat]

Courage: Shh– [he whispered to Shaggy and Scooby] Barry? Barry? [he responded quietly, then he pokes Barry's nose]

[Barry opens his eyes, he sees Courage, Scooby and Shaggy all looking at him. Barry yawns and stretches his arms out]

Shaggy: Like, pal. He's now… speaking to his rabbit he has with him?

Barry: [he sees Courage] Oh, Courage! [Then his eyes move to Shaggy and Scooby Doo. But that causes him to get scared and he screams, which is from his anxiety. Barry pulls out his toy gun underneath his blanket and he points at Shaggy]

Shaggy: ZOINKS! Like, that lil guy HAS A GUN RIGHT AT US SCOOB!

Scooby: Ruh roh, Raggy! WE'RE ROOMED

Shaggy: Like, listen little dude. We're both like, pretty cool dudes. Ain't that right Scoob? [Barry lowers his toy gun down]

Scooby: Rah! We ratch a road of creepy monsters and a road of rad guys

Barry: Oh… right. [places his gun down behind him] Sorry that I pointed my gun at you guys. I genuinely had to do that if there is anything that is trying to kill me in this household.

Shaggy: Like, that's ok pal. Like, I thought I was gonna get shot

Barry: Look, don't worry about it. It's actually a toy gun that shoots corks instead of real bullets. [Scooby and Shaggy's eyes look at eachother, then at Barry]

Scooby: …Right

Courage: Barry, would you like to introduce yourself to them?

Barry: Oh right, I didn't even get to do that at first. My name is Barry! I am a new friend of Courage here in Nowhere.

Scooby: Roh– But how did the two of you meet? [Scooby points at each of the two]

Barry: He met me at a hospital, I was with my mom, after i am now born. Courage came here to see us. We became very close, and we have many things in common. [Scooby and Shaggy nod to that] we do get scared at things really easily, but we have a brave heart and by that we save the ones we love.

Shaggy: Like, that's so cool dude. [to Courage] Your actually a cat that acts like you dude

Courage: [nods] Mmhmm

Shaggy: Like it's nice to meet you Barry man. I'm Shaggy, Shaggy Rogers

Barry: It's nice to meet you too Shaggy

Scooby: I'm Scooby Doo

Barry: Scooby… Scooby Doo? As in the famous Scooby Doo who solves the most greatest mysteries with a crew of… mystery solvers?

Scooby: Yeah? [Courage is confused]

Barry: [places his paws on Scooby's and he looks up at him] I can't believe this, I.. I watched many of your shows!

Scooby: [gasps] REALLY?!

Barry: Yeah! You guys are in a van, running around doors, and unmasking monsters who are now people dressing up in costumes. You have given me inspiration Scooby Doo, to become a mystery solving detective around the streets during the 50s [his eyes are sparkling with excitement]

Scooby: Wow! [his eyes sparkle with excitement too]

Shaggy: Like lil man, I now really noticed how much of a fan you are to Scoob [places his arm around Scooby's shoulder. The three together chuckle along, while Courage watches Barry with an embracing smile, since he has found new friends to interact with]

Shaggy: [spots Barry's bed behind him] Huh? Like, never seen a bed placed in a attic like this

Barry: Oh, yeah. That's where I sleep in

Shaggy: Like, in the attic? [to Courage] Like does this dude have a home and a family, man?

Courage: Yeah, he does. But he stays in here a lot, since his parents are busy with stuff

Barry: Lemme put this up with you Courage. [he holds out some pictures of his family to Shaggy and Scooby] My family all appear to be in mafia teams. The first being my ancestor Nathaniel. After he married Miranda, they had their son Barrett

Scooby: Oh wait! He rooks like you

Barry: You could say that we are much alike to our ancestors. By time passes, the three families start with my great grandparents; Carnelian and Onyx, Gerald and Lillie, and Piperita and Cinnamon. My maternal great grandparents had my grandfather Matt and great aunt Maria. And also great grandparents had my maternal grandma; Lauren. My maternal grandparents now had my mom named Teresa, and my uncle who is called Oliver. Great grandpa Piperita and great grandma Cinnamon have grandma Marie, who she met my grandpa Brandon and they have my dad named Nathan. And finally my mom and my dad are married and they have me! Which I am the final of the bloodline. [Shaggy and Scooby's jaws dropped by the whole family tree explanation that Barry has told them]

Shaggy: Like man, THAT WAS WILD! Like I didn't even know that you are like part of such a huge family line like this. [Barry raised his eyebrow at Shaggy while he lets his breath out]

Barry: Yeah, since my father runs a mafia business, he and mom had to do their work, so with their trust to Courage. They now acquire him to be my caretaker [Courage smiles at this response, and chuckles. Then Shaggy, Scooby and Courage head down the stairs. Courage and Scooby Doo turn around to Barry]

Courage: Barry? Are you… coming?

Barry: I'm coming Courage

[Barry joins along with the three as they go down through the attic, then, downstairs to the living room where the rest of the others]

Muriel: Oh– Barry! Your here in time for my special Scottish dream cookies. [she hands one to Barry, which makes him giggle with joy. He then eats it]

Shaggy: Like dude, you get along with the sweet old lady here

Barry: [gulps it down] Yeah, Muriel is like a grandmother to me

Scooby: We seen that ranky old man here

Barry: Who– Oh… you mean Mr Bagge? I don't like him

Shaggy: You don't like him cuz of how cranky he looks–

Barty: I prefer not to say about it

Scooby: Ok

[Scooby and Shaggy's friends; Velma, Daphne and Fred see Barry, though he backs a little, nervously]

Barry: Uh, Shaggy? Scooby Doo?

Scooby: Oh! Their my friends

Fred: Hey!

Daphne: Hi!

Velma: Hello!

Barry: Hi? I'm… Barry. Who are you guys called?

Daphne: Daphne, Daphne Blake

Barry: Oh, so your Daphne the… the Beautiful! Daphne the Beautiful! It's nice to meet you Daphne, I'm Barry [walks to Fred]

Fred: I'm Fred Jones

Barry: Fred Jones! Or Fred the… Leader! Fred the Leader! It's nice to meet you as well [the two shake hands. Then he walks to Velma] and your…

Velma: Velma Dinkley

Barry: And you provide the intelligence. Which has me to call you Velma the Tech Intelligent! I'm Barry

Velma: It is an honoured pleasure to meet you Barry. And we would like to welcome you to the Mystery Incorporated where we solve the biggest mysteries around the whole world [Barry's eyes sparkle with wonder when he is welcomed to the Mystery Incorporated]

[bigtreefest]

Chapter 8b: Last Night

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: It’s Bucky’s last night on your farm

Word count: 2,645

Content/warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, SMUT, p in v protected sex, crying during sex (well technically after), dry humping, vaginal fingering, sweet soft intimacy, kissing

Author’s Note: This could probably be read as a stand-alone, but I’ll catch you up in case you feel confused. Bucky made a business deal to work on your farm for a month. This is the last afternoon/night of that after spending all that time side-by-side. If you’re interested in the series, you can catch up with the link below or check out the rest of the Outta Nowhere AU

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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On the final Saturday that Bucky was at the farm, the two of you practically stayed pressed together. It’s not as if you were unproductive, but you were glued at the hip, never leaving the office for too long without the other under the guise of tying up loose business ends before his departure. You knew once he was gone, he’d have to take all his burdens back off Steve, leaving him swamped with work, unable to pay you any more attention than he did his other associates.

With your efficiency and his inability to say no to you, all ‘work’ had been completed before noon. Sure, you could’ve dragged it out, but then you wouldn’t have had time to just enjoy each other’s presence like you had gotten used to. Before that could happen, though, you presented him with one last task.

Bucky sat on your oversized desk chair with you in between his legs. His chin was tucked over your shoulder as he rubbed up and down your thigh with his ringed hand. The cool metal gave you goosebumps on your bare skin, the nice weather allowing you to wear shorts and the lack of physical labor giving Bucky the opportunity to don his jewelry once again. You ignored the way your body shuddered at his touch, instead looking back at him over your shoulder with a smirk.

“Okay, cowboy. I think we’ve got your first few months of shipments all planned, so now onto my last order of business.”

He cocked his head to look at you with an amused, but tentative smile. “And what might that be?”

��Pull out a pen.” You stood up and shuffled the papers on your desk, looking for a blank one and setting it in front of him. You took a seat on the other side, not missing his slight pout and confusion as to why you moved so far and what was going on.

“Now that we’ve reached the end of the month, I want to assess what you’ve learned. I’m gonna shoot questions at you, and you write your answer so we can determine whether or not you actually took in information or just followed me around and mooched off my free meals.”

Bucky laughed when you shot him a wink and happily obliged you, a sparkle in his eyes, admiring the way you were demanding something of him with a sweet smile on your face, just like the first time you met. He gave a slight nod, pen at the ready. “Alright, sweet Honeybee. Hit me with it.”

You crossed your arms and legs, watching him as you rattled everything off you could think of, from super obvious things, like which animal lays eggs, to asking nearly impossible things, like the brand of feed given to the dairy cows. Bucky’s reactions to each question were a treat, some causing him to light up with knowledge, others making him roll his eyes at your specificity.

“Last question. This one’s worth a thousand points. Write something you think will impress me. Something out of the blue, whatever’s on your mind. Anything at all.”

Bucky sat there for a moment, tapping the cap of the pen against his bottom lip in thought. You watched his playful features morph into something serious, something soft, as he scribbled one line at the bottom of the paper.

‘I wish I could stay here longer.’

You leaned forward so could read his paper upside down, scanning the answers, each one surprisingly correct. Not a single one was off and he even put more information than you’d asked for on some of them. You were not only amazed with the way he indulged your ridiculous request, but with how this whole time, he had actually been listening and watching, holding onto every word and fulfilling his side of the deal.

As you looked up from the paper and into his eyes, you could feel the warmth through his gaze even that far apart. You stood up again and Bucky did the same, coming around to meet you. It was as if your bodies were magnetic, drawing you towards each other until his one hand was on your cheek, the other wrapped around your waist as yours perched on his hips.

His eyes shifted between yours and he closed his eyes, drawing his forehead against yours before he spoke against your lips. “I’m serious. I love every moment with you. And I’m sorry it’ll have to end.”

You swallowed and let your eyes flutter closed as you leaned into his touch and nodded. “I know. But I get that you have work to do and it was already a lot for me to request you being here for so long. But just…for right now, be with me. Enjoy what little time is left of this with me. Please.” It came out as a whisper, a plea for him to remain present while he still could. You opened your eyes and looked up through your lashes to see him searching for your gaze.

He whispered back, “You don’t have to ask me twice. Say the word and it’s yours. I’m yours. And I’ll be right there if you ever need anything. Whatever you want, Honey. And right now, I’m here with you. I only want to be… with you.”

Your eyes closed again and you nestled into his chest in satisfaction at the depth of his words. You knew he was saying he would be present, but it meant so much more. For him to make a promise like that, extending beyond just business, made you feel supported, protected, embraced.

He pulled you closer if that was even possible and pressed his lips to your hairline, then using his hand against your cheek, he pulled your head so you were both leaning back enough that your gazes met before he smashed his lips against yours. It was with purpose and a new sort of urgency that you hadn’t really experienced in the slower kisses and pecks you had shared. You began to walk backwards and Bucky followed, lips attached to yours in a near-lock as your tongues danced, not unlike your feet, performing similarly to the two-step you had taught him weeks before. Your hands slid up a down his chest and began to pop open the buttons of his flannel shirt as his ran under yours, feeling the softness of your belly and tracing upwards, raising the hem of your shirt as his callused fingertips sent a thrill through you.

The two of you removed your clothing piece by piece, discarding them carelessly as you crossed through the living room and waltzed carefully up the steps, grateful Peter was out of the house for the day and helping Curtis with the weekend chores.

Clad only in underwear, you grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him towards your room, falling down on the bed as he crawled over you. His lips met yours once again as you widened your legs, allowing his hips to grind on your core. Your gasp at the sensation allowed Bucky’s tongue to explore your mouth, swallowing down each other’s moans and drawing closer and closer. Bucky pulled away for a second to catch his breath, the both of you looking deeply into the other’s eyes and panting.

His fingers traced down your side to play with the hem of your cotton panties, and you nodded, wordlessly giving him the permission he needed to pull them down. Bucky groaned at the sight of the damp fabric as he dragged the material down your legs, kissing back up your body and stoping to lovingly lick and nip at your neck as you whined and writhed for some sort of friction again.

“Jamie, please.”

He smiled and sighed at the way you begged for his touch, not used to being the one in control of anything since he’d been here, and now holding your pleasure in his hands. His fingers reached down to find your clit, dipping towards your entrance first to gather your arousal before making slow, teasing circles on the sensitive button. His soft touch set your body on fire. It had been so long since you’d been this intimate with anyone, all of your focus on the farm, and the exhaustion after a long week, not to mention the hurt from Jake deterring you from the desire for a partner.

“I’m here, I’m with you, Honey. I’ve got you-give you whatever you want. Just wanna make you feel good.”

Sensing your sensitivity and deducing how long it had likely been for you, Bucky slowly slid his middle finger through your slit, his eyes never leaving your face. He didn’t want to miss a single second of the way you nearly crumbled under his touch. Your eyes were half-lidded in pleasure as your body lurched forward at his slow, gentle intrusion, accompanied by a moan. He drank in the view, more gorgeous than he imagined you could be, back bowing at his touch. Bucky added another finger and the sensation of the cool metal against the heat between your legs was almost too much to handle.

Your legs began to shake as he slowly coaxed in a third finger, his thumb gently strumming your clit, deft fingers stretching your entrance. The feeling was overwhelming and pushing you impossibly close to an edge you hadn’t experienced in years at the hands of another.

“Jamie, Jamie it’s so much. So good. I’m so close.” It came out between hiccuping gasps as you tucked your face into his neck, throwing your arms around his muscular back and legs around his waist, pinning his hand between your bodies. You were clinging to him with your whole being as you reached your peak with a keen, pussy clenching his fingers almost painfully, but Bucky didn’t mind. He would’ve let you break his arm to see and feel the way he was wringing pleasure from the distant corners of your body right now. He continued to slowly pump his fingers against your walls, bringing you down from your high.

You would’ve collapsed onto the bed if Bucky hadn’t had a firm arm behind you, holding you to his chest where you had curled into him, as you gasped for air. You were finally able to pull your face away and look into his eyes again, his burning with desire and yours hazy with post-orgasmic bliss.

“Do you, uh, do you have a-“ Bucky’s eager nod cut you off as he pressed another sloppy kiss against your lips before slinking back off the bed and walking towards his bag in the corner of the room.

“I think so. Let me check.” Bucky hadn’t expected anything like this to happen over this month, so he definitely didn’t have a condom prepared. Perhaps his emergency one was still in his wallet, but he honestly wasn’t sure. He was pleasantly surprised to find it easily, rolling it on and coming back on the bed towards you.

As he hovered over you, you ran your hands along the scruff on the sides of his cheeks before pulling him down for another kiss. You could feel the weight of his hard length resting against your lower stomach, reaching down to stroke him gently. Bucky tensed at the sensation with a groan, throwing his head toward your shoulder and taking the opportunity to kiss your neck and down your collarbone before making his plea.

“Ride me, Honey. Need to feel you.”

You bit your lip nodding, complying with his request and moving to sit up as Bucky laid down against your pillows, right next to where you had just been sprawled out. You shuffled on your knees to straddle his hips, grinding down and letting his cock run through your folds, slick in preparation for him. You reached a hand down to perch his tip at your entrance, basking in the groan he let out at the sight. You slowly lowered yourself, the broad tip pushing your walls outward, pressure causing you to sharply gasp when he passed the threshold of your tight hole.

Your thigh muscles strained as you attempted to slowly but steadily lower yourself on his length, hyper aware of the delicious stretch of his thick cock inside you. The two of you sighed in relief as you bottomed out, nails gripping tightly into Bucky’s shoulders. Bucky held your hips as you adjusted to him, careful to not squeeze too hard from every time your tightness choked his dick. He fought the urge to throw his head back against the headboard, wanting to keep his eyes on you and where your bodies were connected. The sight of you splitting yourself open over him nearly made him come on the spot, but he tightened every muscle in his body again, trying to resist the urge. He only had one condom, after all, and he wanted to drag out this feeling for as long as possible.

He could see it on your face and feel your body start to relax as your nails gently scratched over his tattooed chest. You rocked your hips, testing the waters, and dragging a whine from both your lips. Your speed picked up, his hands continuing to guide you, finding a smooth rhythm that pulled moans, grunts, and gasps out of the two of you, until just like before, Bucky could feel you clenching again. He lowered his one hand, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tender circles, leading you both barreling towards a shared peak. Your hips stuttered and wavered with exhaustion, but Bucky continued guiding you with his firm, strong hand.

“C’mon Honey. You can do it. I can feel you’re close. Let go for me, sweet thing. Please. Come with me.” His voice was gruff, dripping with desire.

Your hands ran down the muscles of his torso and squeezed against his abs, nails digging in slightly. You used your last bit of energy to nod your head and urge him to help you along. Bucky planted his feet on the mattress, thrusting in tandem with the grind of your hips. You leaned down for a final kiss, wanting to be ever closer to him. As he gave into the gesture, it felt like everything hit you at once along with your shared orgasm: the sweet, tender moment, the reverence and respect he was treating you with throughout, and the fact that you didn’t know if it would ever happen again or if you’d see him after tomorrow.

Bucky came with a deep, but soft growl beneath you as he stroked your hair after you’d pulled away from his lips and tucked yourself into his neck again. He sat there, letting you cling to him for a second before he felt the unexpected wetness against his shoulder. Tears has started streaming down your face, and when Bucky caught a glimpse, his look was similar. Jaw clenched with water in his eyes.

The next morning, it was time for Bucky to go. The two of you had arranged it so you could have one last drive to the gas station together where you’d be meeting Gio.

Bucky convinced you to let him drive your truck for a final time, and you agreed, easily giving in to his request. He drove with the windows down, radio low on the dash, and one hand on the wheel. The other rested on your thigh while you clutched the arm attached to it against your chest and rested your head on his shoulder. His cheek was pressed against the top of your head. Bucky’s callused thumb made small circles on your skin as the breeze blew through the cab, paired with the warm glow of the early morning light, sun shining on your time together like it always had.

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Bonus A/N: All this writing and this is the first time I’ve done smut for Bucky. I hope you enjoyed, I’d love to hear what you thought from a comment, reblog, or ask!!!

Series Taglist: @mrsnikstan @scuzmunkie @openup-yourmind @vicmc624 @hawkeyes-queen @blackhawkfanatic @morgthemagpie @buckybarnessimpp @calwitch @thesarcasmqueen-22

[synth-spinner]

Octor doctopus (from inside my mind)🐙

[imbackbilly]

She wouldn’t forgive you. YOU killed them you killed them all. They’d hate to seen what you’ve become, billy.

shut up

Shut the fuck up

And that's not my fucking name, YOU don't get to call me that.

[miramilocamimira]

Prompt time again!!!

What if instead of the gods going to fight back Typhoeus, only Zeus does, again? What if he's terrified, shaking, and can't show it, as he watches his family run off again? The lingering feelings of resentment and abandonment, the words he wants to say get gagged by his own mind as he watches them leave. At how they are free to run away and stay safe. How guilt bubbles up along with fear.

After all, how can those you love stay safe if you fail? How can he be upset that they choose to cower when it is he who gives them that option? But the relief that comes at knowing they'd be safe for even a minute longer stops him from speaking. He steels his nerves, grasps his bolt, and meets the creature that had nearly ruined him before.

———

Then Percy asks Poseidon to help him.

———

What if when Poseidon gets to the fight? He's there just in time to see Zeus on the ground with Typhoeus moving towards him. He can see his brother shaking and concern courses through him.

“Once again they leave you to me.” Gaia’s youngest speaks without emotion. “You fight for those that do not fight with you. A pity, I suppose.” Zeus attempts to scramble away but the beast grabs his leg. “Unlike you, though, I will not make the same mistake.” The sky king responds with a verbal middle finger.

Typhoeus grins and Zeus, his brother, his little brother howls. Someone whom everyone called the strongest god, someone who many believed it was impossible to hear scream. To make a sound so haunting, so anguished, as Typhoeus ripped the tendons from one of his legs.

The thing in front of him reaches over for Zeus’ other leg. He doesn't think he's ever felt so angry before. The feeling grows, rising over the limit, Poseidon blasts the beast off of and away from the sky god.

He wastes no time and moves between the two. His baby brother behind him chokes out his name and he can see that the tendons weren't all that were hurt. Zeus’ tear-stained face, the various wounds from battle.

In this moment, he is more thankful for having Percy than any other hero he's sired before. Zeus truly thought he'd lose here and with it, everything. And if his son hadn't brought him out to help…

“You would dare.” Poseidon growls.

——

The dirt beneath them gives under the fury of the earthshaker. Above it darkens as winds loyal to the Stormbringer, ally with the thundering clouds. The Cyclopes of Poseidon join the fray.

——

No no nonononono, why was Poseidon here? Typhoeus was dangerous. No. No. He has to focus. This is… it's good- everything is going to be fine. Zeus still has a working leg and two arms. He's not done for yet.

He forces himself up and grabs his bolt. He will not let Poseidon do this alone. Not like he did.

—

They won. The fact that Typhoeus was once again defeated allows his breath to slow. His good leg, weak from fear, gives way once the adrenaline stops. He curses.

They still need to get back to Olympus and he's so weak that he can't get his body to rise. Zeus hears some movement behind him and yet he cannot gather the strength to care. His body is still trembling as he tried his best to wipe away the tears that had fallen.

Later, he will advise himself to pay more attention to his surroundings. This, of course, is due to his second eldest brother. While he was not paying attention, Poseidon decided to come over and pick him up.

He can't help the noise that comes out. Thankfully, the older doesn't comment but his face still heats up. Poseidon has one arm under his legs and another around his ba- freaking bridal style?!?

“Put me down! Poseidon, put me down now!” The older ignores him, asking his army if any had seen where the tendons ended up. Zeus moves around, well, he tries to. The grip on him tightens and Poseidon takes it a step further by using a hand to bring the younger’s head to his shoulder. A young cyclops, he believes is named Tyson, comes up with the tendons and hands them over.

“Apollo,” says the most annoying individual Zeus has ever had to live with. There's a moment before he can feels his son’s gaze shift over to them. “Meet me at Olympus.”

He tries again to get the sea god to put him down and he gets shushed. SHUSHED. Like a child. The king of gods has never felt so humiliated. Tendons of one leg in hand, held in that gods-be-damned princess carry, and a face he's certain is strawberry red.

It's in that situation that Poseidon teleports them to the building beneath rather than Olympus. A barrier or something must have been placed but Apollo is there and wastes no time in directing them where to go. Zeus would try to ask for updates on the battlefield but his son is in doctor mode and would just refuse to answer anyway.

When they get to where his son has deemed well enough to stitch him back up, Poseidon still needs to be convinced to set him down. Even when he does he hovers over him despites Zeus telling him to go. Multiple times.

Eventually, he gets Poseidon to go on the condition that he is immediately informed when it was done.

Apollo is steadier than Hermes was. But tendons are tricky. Zeus is just glad it was only one leg this time.

“He's worried.” The sky god just barely hears his son’s words. “Uncle P has rarely ever refused to leave when I ask. I- Father, how bad was it that uncle…?”

“It was nothing.” He lies. He still remembers his heart racing, the bolt nearly falling out of his hand from his shaking, the thoughts that plagued him. “He's being weird.”

It doesn't look like the sun god believes him. Yet he is not questioned further. He does not go to Poseidon when Apollo is done.

Instead, he feels the call of the hearth and brings himself to the throne room. He follows it. The room is damaged, demigods before him, and his fellow immortals having appeared. He glances at Poseidon.

Zeus is a king. He is their king. He does not gulp upon seeing the look on his brother’s face.

[pixlokita]

If Gregory got wings because of remnant and/or time travel, logically, Michael would too because he still remembers the time before the time travel which means whatever caused them both to time travel, by this logic, would also give them both wings.

Well :0c Gregory was the only one to travel completely physically unlike Michael who’s soul was the only thing that went back (^◇^；) but yeah maybe the whole energy of it is what affects the change ฅ(≚ᄌ≚) at least it can be like that in the version where he also gets them not just Greg but then idk how that could explain CC getting them too :Tc