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selenekallanwriter · 2 years

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This meme is inspired by the short story that gave origin to a whole saga. I called it:

HOW NOT TO SUMMON A DEMON.

“A cookbook!” I cry excitedly.

I stop on the page that has the title: the cure for colds.

That’s what grandma called chicken soup.

Maybe with grandma’s instructions, I can cook a semi-decent dinner without lighting the kitchen on fire.

I repeat the words, barely understanding myself. I must be drunker than I thought, and it doesn’t really sound like soup ingredients.

A flash of purple light coming from my left blinds me for a second.

“Ahh! What the Hell!” I shriek.

I blink, fighting to see again, and then immediately regret it.

There is a giant man with wings in my kitchen. Black, towering wings full of shiny onyx feathers.

Not a man, I realize. A demon.

A shiver blasts down my spine.

Grandma had told me long ago about demons, and I would’ve believed she was completely nuts if I wasn’t able to set things on fire and move things with my mind at times. Or if I had not seen her do magic.

“You are not my chicken soup, are you?” I ask.

His pale face is oddly emotionless, but his eyes flash with anger. “Do I look like a chicken to you?” he asks, voice arctic.

“Uh, well, in my defense, you are kinda feathery,” I mutter, gesturing to his wings, unable to quench the drunken humor despite knowing he can fry me, quite literally.

Damn it, I should not have gotten wasted. But why the Hell would grandma leave a grimoire in the kitchen?

Even weirder, how could I read the spell?

I can see the gibberish clearly now, but it had seemed like English before.

The demon’s purple eyes narrow with suspicion. His towering black wings graze the ceiling. The faint scent of smoke and ash makes my nose itch, and I have to tilt my neck to look up at him. He’s about six-foot-eight, and the leathers enhance his powerful and elegant frame. I usually feel tall and awkward, but right now I feel tiny. My eyes roam his body and my gut clenches painfully. No hooves, no tail, and no stench.

I’ve not just summoned a demon—I’ve summoned a high-ranking demon. Only the most powerful demons look like him, almost completely human, grandma had explained. There’s a black crystal sword strapped to his hip, and daggers to his thighs. Not to mention, somehow I can sense his unearthly contained power, like a massive chasm with no bottom, ancient and unending. I gulp.

Oh, gods. I’m so dead.

“And just why were you using magic to make chicken soup?” he asks, his tone mocking and disdainful.

“I wasn’t. I was trying to read a recipe for chicken soup.”

He cocks a brow and examines me as if to see if I’m lying, then he snorts. “Summoned by an inept half-human, shameful.”

“Hey!” I snap. “Watch your mouth!”

His face grows stony as he leans to my eye level. I keep my arms crossed in defiance even as my knees feel weak.

I’ve just shouted at a high-ranking demon.

That goes high on the stupid-sh¡t-I’ve-done list.

He blinks and pulls back in surprise. “I’ve seen you before.”

“Uh, no you haven’t. I’m sure I’d remember.”

His wings vanish in a blink of purple light along with his leathers, a black suit and a matching shirt replace them. It really doesn’t do much to dampen his intimidating aura.

His eyes focus on a spot above my head, and I follow his gaze to find my grandma’s photo resting on a tall shelf. She is sitting on the porch with me on her lap, a book opened in front of us.

“Magdalena,” the demon mutters, surprise and recognition in his deep voice.

I freeze. “You know my grandma?”

A flicker of something akin to sadness flashes in his face so fast I’m not certain if I imagined it.

“When she was about your age, she summoned me as well,” he says, zeroing his gaze on me again. “Only she did it intentionally, and it had nothing to do with cooking.”

I blink. My grandma knew a demon. The same grandma who had warned me never to peek into her magic books and grimoires, to be a good little witch even if I felt like setting my bullies’ asses on fire.

Then something much more important finally hits me through the numbness of the rum.

“You called me half-human.”

“Did I?” he asks with calculating purple eyes. That unnervingly knowing gaze narrows on my left cheek. “What happened?” he demands, jerking his chin to point at the growing, throbbing bruise.

“I fell,” I lie.

He cocks a brow. “On what? A male’s fist? You summoned me using my real name, which means I am bound to do a deed for you. Give me the name of the idiot so I can deal with him and go back to my business.”

I blink, feeling my stomach cramp with uneasiness.

“There’s no need for you to intervene. He is worse off than I am, believe me,” I say, trying to keep my voice even. “And unless you want to make me my chicken soup, I have no use for demon favors.”

“For now,” he says, his tone giving me chills.

I recoil as he leans to take the old notebook from the counter. The heat of his body makes me shiver. I’ve not turned on the heating.

“Where is Magdalena?” the demon asks. “I’d like to give her a little talk about hiding such material better.”

I blink several times as the old notebook magically turns into a leather-bound book. The pages are yellow and full of symbols and what I think now is some bizarre form of Latin.

“How did you—”

“It was glamoured,” he says, eyes hard on my face. “Where is Magdalena?”

Icy pain cuts through my chest. “The funeral is tomorrow.”

He goes preternaturally still. “How did she die?” he demands.

I try to swallow the knot in my throat. “Heart attack.”

His brow knits as a horrific thought crosses my mind.

“She’s not… I mean, she knew how to summon demons.” Oh gods, I think I will vomit. “She’s not in Hell, is she? Please tell me she’s not.”

He snorts. “Foolish girl, a mortal must exchange their soul for wealth or power in order to end up in Hell, or have done wicked deeds. Her soul was among the purest I’ve ever encountered.”

I breathe again as the room spins. The rum, lack of sleep, and hunger are taking a toll.

To my surprise, the demon catches me and sets me down on a chair, his hands warm against my arms, face a few inches away. Just then, I notice how extraordinarily handsome he is—sharp features and pale skin that makes a beautiful contrast with inky black hair. His purple eyes lose some hostility as he examines me back. Amethyst, I realize. His irises look like they’re made of perfectly cut and polished amethysts.

His head snaps toward the door, brow furrowing.

“What—” I begin to ask as the door is pounded on several times.

I flinch. The noise does not help with my throbbing headache.

“Dinah! I know you’re there! Open the door, you little b¡tch!” Daniel screams.

My eyes widen. How did that psycho find me so fast?

Fear rears its ugly head, and I can’t help but shake. I’m in no shape for round two. The bruises still hurt and I feel too weak.

The demon growls, startling me, and moves toward the door with long strides. He opens the door and Daniel’s blue eyes widen in terror. His forehead has a big purple bump from where I hit him with the skillet.

The demon looks down at Daniel as if he’s a particularly annoying vermin, then he takes the six-foot-two football player by the collar and hauls him off his feet as if he’s weightless.

“I see you weren’t lying about fighting back,” the demon says to me as he takes in Daniel’s wound, voice as cold as ice, amethyst eyes bright with an eerie glow. “Nevertheless, I say he’s earned a little punishment, don’t you think?”

Before I can answer, the demon sends an invisible coil of chilly power around Daniel, who lets out an unearthly wail and flails madly for a second before the demon drops him to the ground.

Thanks to the heavens, there are no neighbors around for at least a couple of miles.

Daniel picks himself up, still wailing like a banshee, and runs to his car, rushing inside and revving it up. Mud is lifted off the damp ground as he maneuvers out of the property in a matter of seconds.

“There, he will not be back, I can assure you that,” the demon says, eyes normal again, his expression slightly less murderous.

I stare at him, stunned. He didn’t get a request out of me, but still helped me. I can’t deny a dark part of me enjoyed the sheer terror he put into Daniel, but I don’t want to owe him. “Dammit, I would’ve preferred you making me that chicken soup.”

He sighs. “We will see each other soon.”

“Huh? Why? I thought the deal was off—”

He disappears, just like that, in a flash of amethyst light.

I take a deep breath and close the door, staring into the empty living room.

“Thank you,” I mutter.

Even though it is quite insane to thank a demon for scaring off your obsessive ex-boyfriend.

Meh, I’ve done crazier sh¡t.

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keilemlucent · 4 years

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best nest

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: 6.2k

Keigo's never been able to properly indulge his instincts, though you're more than willing to help him change that.

warnings: avian, feral keigo. rut/heat cycles. nesting. wing kink. breeding. horny shit, i tell u what

beta’ed: @keiqos

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wow :’^) this is a collab with the wuv, @keiqos!! we each worked on a fic that was our own take of keigo during his rut, and now y’all get the fun results. here is hers!!! enjoy this feast!!!

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Keigo had been acting particularly weird for the past few weeks.

He was hardly a skittish person, yet he had been avoidant and downright shy in the last month or so. Despite living together, you had hardly seen or heard from him, and when you tried to address his absence, Keigo continually brushed you off.

He was hardly meeting your eyes when you managed to be in the apartment at the same time.

Finally, one night, he came in late. You sat, waiting on the couch, very awake circa three in the morning.

His eyes went wide, knowing he was caught.

“I know it’s late, but can we talk?” You asked softly, patting the couch next to you.

Keigo nodded stiffly, wings folded timidly against his back as he sat. In his big, tough hero uniform, he looked so odd with his hands held so nervously.

“What’s going on, love?” You spoke quietly, lowering the volume of the TV to a hum. “Talk to me.”

Keigo silently picked at the threading of his gloves, then pulled off his visor. He stayed silent, eyes wide and far off.

You sighed, bringing your knees up under your body to face him. You tried to sound strong, but there was a twinge of weakness in your voice, “Are you... seeing other people?”

That notion brought Keigo right back, head snapping up to meet your own before gripping the sides of your face (harder than you would’ve expected) and rapidly shaking his head.

“No, no, no, not at all,” Keigo scooted closer to you as he spoke. “I promise, not that.”

“Then what?” You were frowning, despite Keigo’s contact feeling aloe on a burn.

Once again, Keigo seemed to stumble. His eyes averted, going glassy.

“It’s embarrassing,” His hands slip from your face, back into his lap. “Very embarrassing.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Keigo Takami was many things. But, shy and passive were not in that repertoire.

You deadpanned.

“Please, just tell me,” You huffed at him, crossing your arms. “You’ve been avoiding me for weeks, Kei’. Feels weird.”

“I know, it’s just— fuck.” His gloved hands dragged down his face, flushing a bright red.

You figured he was a bit warm.

Carefully, you reached forward, going to pull them from his hands. He stiffened harshly, watching you with... slitted eyes— (had they always been like that?). You gingerly freed Keigo’s fingers and palms, intertwining your own.

“You can tell me, Keigo,” You smiled at him, squeezing and feeling pricks of pain in the flesh of your own hands.

You noticed then, that Keigo’s fingernails were longer, pointed even. Though, they didn’t look manicured. They seemed to grow darker at the cuticle.

Your eyes widened as you looked up at Keigo as he turned his head away, half hiding his face in the fluffy collar of his jacket.

“You know how I go on a ‘business trip’ about this time every year?” Keigo asked, rubbing a clawed thumb over the back of your hands.

You nodded, “You go on lots of business trips, Kei’. What’s different about this spring one?”

Keigo shifted his legs, wings twitching at his back. His entire form emanated his uncomfortable energy. From the tension rolling off his shoulders to the way he clenched and unclenched his jaw, Keigo was visibly very anxious.

“Okay, uh, how do I explain this—” Keigo dropped his head, then looked back up at you, blinking slitted pupils at you. “You know how I’ve got wings?”

“Duh, dummy,” You rolled your eyes, reaching out to brush some fingers over one of the large, external feathers.

Oh, but you got a reaction you weren’t expecting. You hadn’t thought anything of your action, yet Keigo audibly moaned with the contact. Something loud, high, and sinful as his thighs clenched together.

Both of your eyes went wide.

“So,” You began slowly, “You have wings.”

“I have wings,” Keigo’s voice sounded tense and held in his throat, shaking just a bit. “And, I have some other avian traits as well.”

“Like...?” You coaxed. Whatever it was must’ve really made Keigo uncomfortable if he was being this resistant to talking about it. This man was the number two hero, yet he was mincing about like a kitten.

“Uhhh... They’re more behavioral. Some physical,” Keigo bit his lip, shaking his head. “What do birds do in the spring?”

“Is this a riddle?”

“No, straightforward question.”

You really thought he was pulling your leg, but based on Keigo’s words and grave expression, he was dead serious.

And you had a dead serious answer.

“Oh my god, Keigo, you migrate?!” Your mouth fell open. Keigo’s eyes went wide and he seemed to stifle a laugh before shaking his head, feathers ruffling.

“No, oh my God, no,” Keigo carried some mirth in his gaze now. “Not at all.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing with him. The tension seemed to be somewhat out of his shoulders until you set a hand on his knee and squeezed.

“Keigo, out with it,” You rolled your eyes. “I know it’s scary, but I promise, no matter what it is, I’m here for you okay?”

You let your eyes soften as you sighed, squeezing his hands.

Keigo looked you dead in the face, “We fuck, (Y/N).”

You choked on your own spit, before leaning back with a small laugh, “I know it’s been a minute with your schedule, but we do indeed do that outside of spring.”

“No, no, not like that,” Keigo ran his hands down his face, shaking his head. “I’ve been avoiding you because this whole conversation is going to be weird and embarrassing. You up for it? Because it only gets weirder.”

“Lay it on me, tailfeathers,” You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles.

Keigo took a hand to sheepishly rub the back of his neck, “One of my more... avian traits is this... I don’t know, the Commission called it a ‘rut’, but I’ve done my own research and I’m not sure if that fully encompasses all of what it is.”

You weren’t entirely unfamiliar with the concept, but you certainly weren’t an expert.

“What happens during it?”

“Uh, to be frank, exactly what happens during a bird’s mating season, and then some.” Keigo’s long nails dug into the fabric of his cargo pants. “My feathers grow in a bit differently. I nest. I get weird and territorial, possessive. I cannot tell you how much I’ve wanted to leave your neck covered in bite marks, just fucking claiming you—”

You both swallowed.

“And... You’re insatiably horny on top of all of this?” You asked, trying to ignore the way your insides were heating up.

Keigo nodded, waiting for you to reply with a softened, gooey gaze.

Oh, this was a little weird, right? Keigo was avian in some ways, but you never thought he had a whole ass mating season-

“Wait, so, in the spring, the ‘business trips’,” You used air quotes with a frown. “You’ve been just disappearing for your ‘rut’ and then coming back? Alone?”

Keigo waved his hands between the two of you, feathers fluffing up defensively behind him, “No, n-no, not like that. Never once. I’d just hole up in my apartment and fuck my hand like it was God.”

You choked.

It made sense, you and Keigo moved in together at the end of last spring. Looking back, the timing now seemed to be intentional.

“When did it start?” You asked, getting semi-intrigued by Keigo’s odd biology.

“I was sixteen, I think,” Keigo did the mental math and bit his lip. “The Commission didn’t really know what to do with me, so they would just lock me up in my room with two extra blankets and call it good.”

You choked again.

“So, you just disappear, deal with it, then come back?” You frown. “Keigo, I would’ve helped if I would’ve known.”

“I don’t know, (Y/N), it’s a lot to ask,” Keigo’s nails bit into his wrists as he squeezed. “I’m basically a horny, possessive, feral birdman for two weeks, not too mention the time leading up to it. That’s why I’ve been all distance. I’m sorry, I should’ve at least told you.”

“I would have appreciated it if you had, but I understand,” You grabbed Keigo’s hand again and squeezed. “This doesn’t exactly sound like a thing you’ve really ever been able to deal with comfortably, huh?”

“N-not really,” Keigo got all sheepish again, scooting a bit closer to you. “I haven’t really known what to do about it this year, so I’ve just been putting off facing you. I was just gonna get a hotel room or something, run off for two weeks, and then come back.”

“Another ‘business trip’?” You raised an eyebrow as Keigo looked down, all sheepish and blushy. You tutted, shaking your head. “Well, babe, not this time. I’ve got you. I’m your live-in partner and I will not let my sweet, bird boy handle horny hours alone. I haven’t made you before, right?”

That made Keigo laugh, softly, some of the stress being held still in his wings falling away.

“I appreciate that, angel, but I don’t want you to agree to do this until you fully understand it,” He beamed you a smile. God, the man was like sunshine and candy when he chose to be.

You nodded, giving him a(n) (over)confident smile, “Lay it on me, babe.”

Keigo had amassed quite a detailed understanding of his biological clock over the years, and he was able to spit it all back onto you.

“It’s basically two weeks of time where my only thoughts are ‘nest’, ’fuck’,’protect’, ’breed’—” Keigo cut himself off when your eyes went wide.

“Wait, like, have children?” You asked, gut feeling unsettled.

You and Keigo had been dating for a while, but the topic of children had never been seriously brought up.

Does helping him mean to commit to having kids?

“No, not exactly. Like, I’m trying to protect a mate and breed, but that doesn’t mean the outcome needs to be children. At all,” Keigo assured you, patting your knee. “I know, it’s weird. I definitely am not into getting you pregnant, but that instinct part of my brain is.”

“Well, I’m on birth control, so we should be good there, right?” You laughed, relieved, squeezing his hand. “What do you mean by nesting?”

“A literal nest. A spot that just smells like me and you to keep—” Keigo clicked his tongue, sighing in what seemed like relaxation, “you safe. And mine. It usually ends up being just like... my entire apartment, lots of shredded pillows, feathers, blankets. It’s honestly a nightmare.”

A nightmare, yes, but a very necessary one.

So, a plan was made.

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Keigo sent you off to a hotel for the days leading up to his rut. He had to prepare, get things ready and he wanted to be careful not to trigger it earlier and risk ruining what would more than likely be his first proper rut.

You took his lead, pampering yourself for a few days and letting Keigo handle the details.

(Considering how wrecked your body was going to be in the coming weeks, it was more than smart to give yourself some time to rest.)

When Keigo called you to tell you he was ready, he was sounded elated, wings audibly flapping into the receiver.

When you arrived back at the apartment, the ride up the glass elevator was daunting.

You were perfectly happy to help with Keigo’s rut, but you were a bit nervous about what he was going to be like. Though he reminded you that one of his hormonal brain’s functions was to ‘keep you safe’, it also sounded like he was going to be a bit out of his mind. You trusted him with your life, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t nerve-wracking.

The elevator dinged, sliding open to the top floor.

Keigo stood just outside.

You couldn’t help jumping back in surprise, taking in Keigo’s... state.

He looked positively feral, just on sight. Though had been warned of this, you hadn’t fully expected how visible his state would be.

Keigo apparently decided to forgo any sort of a top today as his chest was entirely bare to you. A pair of grey sweats was slung low on his hips, likely put on in a rush based on the uneven settling of the waistband. This was not even to mention the very obvious imprint of his dick against the fabric, hard just from seeing you. He was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, skin pink with rushing blood.

“Angel,” Keigo purred, yanking you from the elevator and crushing you into his chest, smothering you with kisses. Stray feathers flew to pick up your bags, carting them off to your nearby apartment.

Speaking of wings—

In the few days it had been since you’d seen Keigo, his feathers had almost entirely changed. They were still their usual bright crimson, but the filaments of the plumage seemed to be almost... shiny? You couldn’t quite place it, but there had been some sort of change in their anatomy that made his wings appear iridescent when they moved. The patterns almost seemed to swirl and streak through the plumage. You wanted nothing more than to admire them.

Without thinking (or responding to Keigo, mistake), you reached out to grab one of the feathers, “Oh wow, Keigo, they’re so pretty.”

The moment you wrapped your hand fully around the plume, Keigo clawed his... talons (?!) into your shoulders, shuddered, and screamed.

You hissed as pain radiated from your shoulders, but managed to hold both you and Keigo upright as he twitched against you.

“Fuck,” He cursed against your neck, panting.

You felt a vague, wet spot on your leg.

You blanched.

“Did... you just cum? From me touching your wings?”

Keigo nodded against, still shaking.

“S-sorry...”

The shame in his tone made your frown, pulling away from him to press a harsh kiss against his half-parted lips.

“Nope,” You murmured against his lips. “Nu-uh, you have nothing to be sorry about. I’m here to help, dummy.”

He sighed in relief, pressing into you.

It was going to be an interesting two weeks.

...

The apartment was a nightmare. Keigo really hadn’t been lying when he told about how extreme nesting was.

Notably, nothing was dirty. Keigo was actually an immaculately clean person due to his time with the Commission, but he was disorganized. And the nest of an apartment was testament to that.

There were stray feathers everywhere. Stuck in cupboards, tucked behind the TV, wedged in pillowcases and blankets, even a few under the bathroom sink. Newly purchased blankets and pillows were strewn over every surface. It appeared like you could simply fall in any area of the house and be entirely cushioned. Not to mention that Keigo’s feathers could sense every single motion in the house.

It was a sweet gesture and testament to the protective element of the rut that Keigo described.

In addition to the many layers of softness, a new, far larger mattress had even been dragged to the living room and placed on top of a high frame set against the wall of windows that overlooked the city. It was heaped with pillows, fluffy blankets, and downy-looking, glimmering feathers. All of, despite its inherent chaos, was the comfiest looking corner of the apartment.

“Oh, wow, ‘Kei,” You breathed, running a hand along a soft-looking blanket over the back of a chair. “You did such a good job!”

With that, he was pressed against you from behind.

“I... I did? You like it?” Keigo never asked for validation so openly. The implication of his inherent fear around his rut continued to make your heart ache. From what he had told you (and what you read in the days prior about avian behavior), you needed to ‘accept’ the nest he made for the two of you.

I’ll make this good for him.

“Yes, so much.” You leaned back against his chest, loving the way the heat of his bare chest seeped so well through your clothes, “I can’t wait to snuggle up with you in it and so much more.”

Your last word was more than enough to get Keigo chirping into your ear.

Yes, bird-ishly chirping.

It was a mix of high and low clicks, maybe a bit of cooing thrown in as well. As far as his avian adaptations went, this one was newer to you, but remarkably cute. You turned around, pressing a kiss to his neck without thinking.

The contact made Keigo’s aforementioned talons dig into the meat of your hips, a hot breath rolling over your ear, “Please let me fuck you.”

It was abrupt, his shift in tone, but based on the way his cock was nearly burning your backside, it was a necessary step.

“Well, I certainly won’t stop you,” You didn’t realize the unintended weight of your words, but Keigo sure as fuck did.

He roughly grabbed your wrist, dragging you across the room to the mattress in the corner.

“W-wait, not the bedroom?” You asked. Keigo pressed at your shoulders, pushing you down roughly, though the softness of the bed dressings insulated your fall.

“Nope, here, best spot,” Keigo’s words were clipped as he straddled your waist, silencing any other words you might have with a soul-sucking kiss. His tongue wormed its way into your mouth, licking at your gums and receding to suck at your tongue. All the while, you could hear and feel his feathers shudder.

He pulled away, eyes half-lidded and vertical pupils blown wide.

“You have no fucking idea how much I missed you.” Keigo’s teeth nipped at your pulse point.

Were... his teeth sharper?

You craned your neck away from him, pulling a nasty growl from his chest. You watched his feathers, both the one’s still fixed to his back and flared upwards and those scattered around, shudder and writhe.

Keigo’s canines were longer, maybe even a little sharper.

This rut thing... it was an avian thing, right?

Birds... don’t have sharp teeth... Do they?

You dismissed it, much more focused on Keigo’s hand as it slipped lower, futzing with the waistband of your pants.

“Sorry, dove, I’m a little impatient,” His voice was rough and strained, like he was holding back.

His normally nimble hands struggled with the button of your fly, and with a nasty growl, he snatched up one of his nearby feathers, hardening it in an instant, and slicing your pants off.

“Keigo!” You shrieked, squirming, and sitting up as he tore off the ruined garment. “I liked those! That wasn’t nice.”

“I think I’m done being nice to you for a bit, dove.” He shot you a dark look.

You blinked at him.

Keigo had warned you that he would be a bit feral... but you weren’t expecting his nasty attitude.

You also weren’t expecting to be turned on by the rage-filled spikes in his words.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Keigo’s voice was clipped as he slipped off his sweats.

Holy.

Fuck.

Keigo’s cock was nothing to fucking sneeze at. It was pretty, long, with nice girth and a perfect curve for your pussy. He tended to keep his body hair well kept and groomed, an old remnant of the militancy of his youth.

Oh, but ‘fuck you until you’re pregnant’ Keigo?

His dick was a bit bigger, engorged with what had to be painful blood flow. Heavy balls hung below, ripe and flushed, in desperate need of contact, let alone release. Maybe it was the ambiance (or, the smell and pheromones unknowingly being inhaled into your endocrine system), but his dick looked immaculate.

“Is your dick bigger, babe?” You asked, half-drooling in your mind at your lover’s cock. It certainly wasn’t hard to.

Keigo normally would’ve clawed at the opportunity to schmooze you for stroking his ego so directly, but your current version of Keigo was far less into flattery.

“I said, get on your hands and knees.” He didn’t wait for you to reply, just flipped you onto your stomach, straddling your upper thighs. You yelped at the shock of sheets hitting your front, fabric tearing behind you as Keigo made quick work of your shirt.

You gulped as Keigo’s hands, talons, raked their way down your bare back as he let loose a loud, quaking sigh, “Oh, Angel, holy fuck.”

He said the pet name like it was a prayer to God and you let him.

You shivered under him as his nails drew lines up your neck, all the way into your scalp. Without warning, he pressed the heel of his hand into the curve of your skull, shoving you deeper into the plushness of the nest below you.

Oh... Fuck. Were you about to sloppy fuck in the sheets you’d be spending the next several weeks in?

(Yes.)

The somewhat gross revelation was quickly forgotten as Keigo’s hot breath shuddered against your ear, his (oh my fucking god slightly pointed?) tongue curled along the soft skin of your pulse point.

You both choked down a moan as his exposed cock rubbed against your backside.

“You’re so pretty like this,” For being feral, and for the blood that was quickly rushing to your head and sex, Keigo sounded very nice. “Gonna look so cute with my cock inside you, right?”

You nodded into the sheets, struggling to raise yourself up on your elbows as Keigo hauled your hips up.

Stabilizing yourself on the softness of the sheets and feathers was much more difficult than one would think. You were already slipping, no matter how you tried to hold yourself up.

“I can’t begin to tell you how much I want to fill you up, right now,” His voice takes on a dreamy lilt as he shoves you back, further into the nest. You crawl on your hands and knees, succumbing to Keigo’s hand on your neck after arriving to the middle of the massive mattress. “But, I also really don’t wanna hurt my angel. Gotta make sure you’re good and ready.”

The sentiment was nice enough, but you stiffened, remembering that Keigo’s nails were not only sharpened, but slightly hooked. You tried to turn, but quickly stop when you felt Keigo’s hot, hot breath over your sex.

You shuddered, biting your lip as his pointed tongue ran up and down your slit. From his hold on the meat of your thighs, you could tell he was trembling and burning. Whether it was from how much he needed you or how much he was holding himself back, you couldn’t be sure.

Keigo’s pointed tongue ran up between the lips of your cunt, both of you moaning at the sensation. You felt his wings raise behind the two of you, casting shadows down on your display in some weird show of dominance.

It made your skin run hot.

What made it run even hotter was the jolt you received Keigo pressed his face into your cunt with absolute zero shame.

His tongue slicked up the lips of your pussy, dipping around your opening with absolutely sinful sounds falling around the two of you.

When you tried to adjust your arms, you caught a quick slap to your ass, pain only pushing your eyes to roll back in your head as Keigo sneered against you.

“Greedy.” It was a rich line, coming from him, king of gluttony, but you weren’t about to argue with him.

His nails dug into your thighs, dragging your cunt and his face together to the point where it felt like there was no space between them. You were helpless to do much other than grind back on his tongue as he tongue-fucked your cunt.

Keigo drew away, grabbing you by the hips and spinning you. Your back hit the nest, eyes spinning as you weren’t so used to him outright manhandling you. You sucked in a breath as you stared up at Keigo, his face slick with your juices and enlarged wings spread out and upwards.

The slits of his eyes were blown wide, a toothy smile beaming down at you. It seemed sort of sweet before two of his clawed-fingers (thankfully, somewhat gingerly) spread the lips of your cunt. He spat onto your exposed clit, no reverie in his actions as his avian glare slipped over you.

A harsh clicking came from the back of his throat, feathers fluttering.

“B-Babe? Are you okay?” You asked as Keigo refused to look away from your splayed-out body.

“More than okay,” He shuddered, looking a bit more grounded for a moment. He swallowed, shaking his head.

Surprisingly, he reached out to cup the side of your face, rubbing a thumb over your cheek, “If you want me to stop, can you tell me now?”

“I don’t want to, Kei’,” You laid your words on thickly, knowing you had his lucidity. “Can you please fuck me? Fill me up, Kei’.”

He growled, something from deep in his chest, nodding, feathers shimmering in the light of the room.

He was on you instantly, wings flapping to shove his body into yours, lips on yours and tongue pressing into your mouth. The tapered appendage licks and literally fucks your mouth, robbing you of air as you weave your hands into his sweaty tresses and pull.

The pain spurred him on, one of his hands sloppily going between the two of you to line his fat cock with your cunt. He was considerate enough to rub circles on your clit as he rammed into your insides in one single motion.

Your eyes went wide, snapping open and you tug the bite of your nails into the back of Keigo’s head, held by the burning stretch and pleasant ache of your insides.

Keigo had been fairly quiet during this entire ordeal, an odd thing considering he normally ran his mouth dry with praises, filth, and sweet nothings when he was half this close to your cunt. Yet, he’d hardly spoken through most of it, and most of your reading of him had been based on body (and wing language).

But, when he did finally bottom out, shaking and straining, it clicked.

Based on the sweat that was rolling down his temples, the veins bulging in his forearms, and the rigid tension in his shoulders, he was holding his rut-crazed body back.

You frowned, trying to ignore the kiss of his cock head against your cervix.

Recalling some of the things Keigo told you about some of his more animalistic desires, you decided to egg him on to breaking. Based on the rapid twitching of his wings, he needed it.

Keigo just barely moved, biting his lip and harshly exhaling.

“Baby,” Your own voice broke as you spoke, falling back into his mutant desires as well. “Please, please, fuck me how you need. Please.”

“S’fine, this is enough,” Keigo gritted out as he dragged his cock almost entirely out of your dripping cunt.

To emphasize your need, you grabbed a fistful of his feathers at the base of his wings and tugged, making sure to press your nails to the bone.

Keigo threw his head back, moaning high into the air, a coo mixing with the sound as his wings shuddered in your grip.

You buckled down.

“No,” You whined, hooking your legs behind the small of his back, thumbing at the plumage as he writhed from your touch. “Fuck me, like you mean it, Keigo. Fill me up.”

He paused, freezing, eyes darting up to your own.

“S-say that again.”

You grinned, dragging his stiff neck down to your mouth, dragging your tongue to his ear, “I said I want you to fill me up. Stuff me full of your cum and breed me so good, please, Kei’.”

You’d never spoken like that to him during sex, and you quickly understood why.

The moment the words left your lips, Keigo slammed his hips back into you, wings fanning out as wide as they could.

His lips found your neck, cock rearranging your insides with the immediate force and pace of his thrusts. His hands grappled at your hips, your tits, your shoulders, and your legs, anything to get to ram himself into you. Each thrust was punctuated by growls and clicks from the back of his throat, filthy words finally fell from his lips without a trace of shame.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna breed you so good,” Keigo’s voice was breathy as he raked his nails down your neck, light lines following as he bottomed out in you once more. He roughly grabbed one of your tits, pinching your pebbled nipple. “Gonna make you gush for me, yeah, I am.”

You could’ve given an equally horny response, but Keigo’s tongue was quickly in your throat, groaning into your mouth as his pace picked up to something inhumane.

It was short-lived, the wet slapping of his heavy balls stalling as he damn near screamed into your mouth, coming deep in your throbbing cunt.

You shuddered, feeling his load already dripping from your cunt onto the sticky sheets below you.

Keigo’s lips parted from yours, half-lidded eyes looking glazed and dreamy.

You thought that nutting twice so closely together would slow him down, but you were remarkably wrong.

You rolled your hips up, smiling, “Feeling okay, Kei’?”

Keigo blinked down at you, lowering his head to nose at your jaw. You tilted your head for him, spine curling when you felt him begin to move again, still fully hard.

“I’m not done yet.” His words were curt and sharp as his arms caged around your head. The sharp peaks of his canines caught on the skin of your neck, dragging and sucking. “Gotta make sure you’re fucked nice and good with my brood, dove. So good.”

You swallowed, eyes rolling back when Keigo bit down at the base of your neck.

Keigo’s hips slammed back into yours, his pace picking up and the squelching of your slick and his cum ringing around the room. You could hardly focus on it, or anything as he quickly threw your legs over his shoulders, moving his licks and bites to your calves and thighs.

Your clit throbbed with each thrust, wet and craving contact. When you reached down to play with yourself, Keigo swatted your hand away with a growl, a red feather from the bed replacing it. The small, soft crimson feathers lapped at your clit, making quick circles as it became wet with slick.

With the hold on your legs, he hauled you upwards, your lower half lifted off the bed and held by only Keigo’s grip and the curve of your spine. You keened with each of his thrusts, listening to the wild words that spilled from his lips while he rammed your cunt raw.

They were mostly incoherent, half-sentences about how he was going to ‘breed you until he’s shooting blanks’, ‘fuck you full with his brood’ and ‘reem you until you grew feathers’. Each phrase got your breath going fast, his grip and pace forcing your lungs to fill faster and faster.

The feather against your cunt grew sloppier, nearly vibrating with its jerky movement. A well-timed swat to your clit by Keigo’s own hand while he talked about your ‘life-giving pussy’ was what sent you over the edge, cunt tightening around his cock.

His words reached peak incoherency as he rammed into your cervix, spilling into you with a harsh wail, wings stretching upwards and bumping against the ceiling.

You expected a moment of reprieve, but before you could even think, still spinning with your own orgasm, Keigo flipped you onto your tummy once more.

Despite signing up for this sort of treatment, your insides already ached. The friction of Keigo’s fat cock had stretched you perfectly, all for him, but the deep ache in your core was getting a bit distracting. This was not even mentioning how sore your muscles were getting, pulling from the pacing and positioning Keigo chose at whim.

You didn’t voice your pains, buckling down on your psyche (or, what you had left of it), as Keigo slid into you once more.

“Oh baby,” His voice was slippery as he wound his hands through your hair, pulling and forcing your back into a severe arch. “You feel that?”

He fucked into you harshly, the squelch that followed serving as a reminder of how he’d already more than filled you up.

“So pretty and round with my seed...” Keigo’s words got dreamy and slow, just for a moment as he smoothed his hand over your hips, “Just need to make sure it takes...”

The feather from earlier was back on you as he started up once more, babbling and flapping his massive wings as he fucked you numb.

You came as he did the next time, your legs giving way under the pressure and sensation. Keigo was quick to tsk, two more of his feathers moving to hold you up as he started to move again, cock never leaving your spent cunt.

The parts of your brain that were still working and not reduced to a pile of mush wondered how the fuck he was still hard, but all things considered, it shouldn’t have been surprising. Besides, he deserved to satiate himself properly, fucking your gushing cunt, considering he’d never gotten to indulge in his instincts like this before.

Despite how you burned all over, you let him finish inside you yet again.

And again.

And again?

You lost count at some point.

Keigo apparently really liked you face-down, ass-up, and kept you like that as he fucked you full over and over again. After having his taloned-hand stuck into your hair holding you to the duvet and pillows for so long, your head was spinning. What made all of this all the more overwhelming was the small feather that never fucking stopped moving—

“Kei’, please!” You screamed, voice hoarse and dry. You’re spinning, aching, and yet you still want more.

Keigo’s pace increases, using his wings to rut against your cervix over and over.

The tempo of the feather increased, Keigo’s growls falling away into his own shriek as he pushed forwards once more, hot cum spraying your walls all over again.

The sensations, all of them, pushed you over the edge, a shriek tearing from your throat as hot tears soaked the nest below. Your orgasm curled your toes to the point of pulling muscles, back bowing and straining as broiling pleasure swallowed you once more.

Keigo might’ve kept fucking you after that, you couldn’t really remember. With the plumes of feathers under your knees, he could’ve and you wouldn’t have known.

Your body and mind were spent, trying to keep up with his appetite. Your eyes rolled back behind your eyelids, and lucidity was gone to you.

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You awoke to soft cooing sounds and the smell of sweat.

It was jarring, shifting the slightest bit and feeling aches and pains you didn’t even know you could have.

The cooing stuttered, falling into a chuckle.

Oh.

Keigo.

His rut.

Oh.

“Oh my god, Kei’, did you fuck me unconscious?” It came out almost as a growl, voice cracking and low.

A hand carded through your hair as you opened your eyes, taking in the state of yourself, Keigo, and the nest.

You were both sweaty, sticky and smelling all sorts of musky. It was intoxicating, lulling you. It must’ve been those pheromones that Keigo had mentioned way back when.

Keigo had nestled you to his chest, wings spread behind him and shimmering. The windows outside showed only the neon of the city below, night having long since fallen.

He beamed down at you with a clear fondness, a lot of the tension gone from his body, and looking significantly less stressed. But, there was a sad quirk in his brow.

“Sorry about that, angel, I got kind of out of hand there,” Keigo replied sheepishly, smile turning a little sad.

You frowned.

You couldn’t have him thinking that.

“Nope, no, not at all,” You pushed yourself on an elbow, wincing at the pain, but recovering to peppering his stubbly chin and cheeks with kisses. “None of that, silly. I am happy to help, whatever that entails. I love you, you know?”

Keigo relaxed even more, falling against the nest and pulling you to his chest, “You gotta stop being so sweet, dove. Gonna get me riled up again.”

You hummed, kissing the tip of his nose, “That’s more than fine, just rub my shoulders a bit first. I think I pulled something.”

He kissed at your sweaty hair, rubbing his hands up and down your sides, “I’m more than happy too, dove. Thank you.”

His hands met your shoulders, rubbing at the sore muscles, careful to avoid pressing his talons into the skin.

You heard him say so softly, more to himself than to you, “I’m gonna keep you so safe.”

The grin that came across your face rivaled the sun in its brightness and honey with its sweetness. You melted into his touch, dissolving blissfully into the smells and feel of your nest.

Keigo left kiss after kiss against soreness, cooing and clicking as his rut-based needs were more than met.

For once.

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Diana’s child

Diana Prince x child!reader

warnings: ww84 spoilers ahead!

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Lacey! I see you're taking request for ww84, would you write HC for being Diana's child? I'm not sure you're up to HC though. Hope you have an amazing year ;)”

growing up with so many stories of your mother’s home

that and stories passed down from your grandmother

“and asteria held back mankind in order for the amazons to survive. our people shall never forget her sacrifice” -diana

“tell me another!” -you

“i can’t tell you all my stories! then what would i have left to say?” -diana, giggling as she tucked you in and gave u a kiss on the forehead :)

you had to keep her secret growing up

😔sadly you couldn’t tell everyone you had the world’s coolest mom

buuuut a mom who works at the smithsonian isn’t NOT cool

👉👈exclusive field trips at school

“y/n, can you ask your mom if i can touch that?” -classmate, pointing to a display

“i already know the answer and it’s ‘no’” -you

actually knowing a decent bit about the stuff there

and the people too!!!

“if it isn’t our archaeologist in training, how’s school going?” -mom’s coworker

“pretty well! how has it been here?” -you

“busy busy busy” -coworker

diana teaching you ✨self defense✨

you were half amazon, but you shared many of her traits

that included her speed and strength

*ahem* and badassery

“okay, y/n. you are much stronger than your friends, but they cannot know that. you must be careful not to hurt anyone by mistake or show them how powerful you are” -diana

“so i can’t give my friends piggy back rides?” -you

“i would advise against it, just in case” -diana, chuckling

on your first try against a punching bag

you uh. destroyed the punching bag

“uh...we’ll work on that, yeah?” -diana

“i can’t lie, mother, that was pretty cool” -you

she opened up about steve to you and only you

“he gave me this watch right before he...he saved the world. i wish you could have met him” -diana

“he sounded brave. and really sweet. i mean, at least you got to know him” -you

“that’s true, my love. i am very lucky to have known him for what little time i had, i will cherish it forever” -diana

you were very wise at times. and she enjoyed learning what it was like for her mother to raise her

and although she felt guilty making you hide your true self from the world, you understood that it was necessary

you were not able to grow up as free as she did, but you assured her that it was not a bother at all

you guys totally go on “lunch dates” on saturdays because life does get busy for the both of you and you guys make time to catch up

you tease her when there’s sightings of a woman saving the day

“busy day of work, mother?” -you

“what can i say? i can’t keep myself away from the action” -diana

“when will you let me get a piece of the action?” -you

“your time will come, y/n” -diana

dont let me forget that your mom is super affectionate!!!! (as long as you’re comfortable with it ofc)

kisses and hugs and little notes and alway fixing your hair and cupping ur face just cuz she wants to see her baby!!!!!

oh also!! you can go out whenever you want really because she trusts you to come home on time and knows you can hold your own

“going to see star wars with some friends, mom!! see you in a few hours!” -you

“no problem, do you need money for your ticket or snacks?” -diana

“all taken care of! love you!” -you

“i love you too” -diana

and then stuff got really weird!!! weirder***

starting with the gala that your mom had to go to, you got the house to yourself

it wasn’t all that spectacular really but that’s what happened

meanwhile......

*after meeting steve again* “oh, gosh! i have to call my child and let them know that i’m not coming home tonight!” -diana

“w-what? you have a kid?!” -steve

ngl your mom did not want you to have ANY part of the dreamstone stuff

but she also did not want to leave you alone so ye you had to go to cairo with her and steve but you were really happy to meet steve

“your mom told me that you like history” -steve

“some of it. i do like her history though, i can only hope to see where she comes from one day” -you

“well, i accidentally crashed into themyscira, maybe you will, too” -steve

“wait...you found themyscira on accident??” -steve

“don’t get any ideas, y/n” -diana

“but now we have an invisible jet! it’s like this was meant to be!” -you

once your mother started losing her powers, it was your duty to step up to the plate

and you did a pretty good job for your first time hero-ing

“they remind me so much of you. that’s a good thing” -steve

“the world is not ready for them” -diana

being a pretty badass detective when it comes to max lord and the dreamstone

oh! and then meeting barbara. she was pretty cool

jk she was a lil wild ngl

and it was between defeating her and saving your mother and her first love, you knew which was more important

and your mother was proud of how responsible and caring you had become

soon enough, she did have to renounce her wish

and you had to say bye to steve

“hey kid, it was really great knowing you. i’m so glad that your mom has a kid like you, you’re gonna do great things” -steve

“and i’m glad my mom got to see you one more time, but i’m sad to see you go. goodbye steve” -you

feeling REALLY bad when your mom was crying next to u

but there was still work to be done

she had armor for you and another from asteria herself

and you two were about to get down to business

“y/n, before we go any further, i have to let you know that this is a one time thing. you will have more opportunities in the future, but after this, you should go back to normal. be a kid for as long as you can. it goes by so fast, i don’t want you to miss out on a second of it” -diana

“i know, mother. i understand” -you

clashing with max

and reminding him of the ✨child neglect✨ that he is at fault for

it was a very rough and emotional couple of minutes

but the world was.....mostly saved

it needed some time to be put back together

and you and your mother had to return to normalcy

“i’m very proud of you, y/n. one day you’ll make an excellent warrior. but you know that there’s no rush” -diana

“i know, mother. but you have to admit, we make a pretty good team” -you

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 3 years

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Can I request a Thomas (tmr) x f!reader soulmate au maybe where he comes up to the glade after she’s been there for a while with her name on his wrist. And that brings back her memories of him? Thank you!!

Of course, sweet Anon! 😊 I don't usually like AU, but I actually do like the soulmate trope lol. Also, this took too long, I know. I've been so unmotivated and I have no idea why and I still have like 4 more imagines to do hahahahahaaa......ugh

Aaaanyway...*cough cough* this is...what it is. I have this disease, called "backstoryinitis" where I add too much backstory to an imagine, so, uh, sorry?

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Wiping a bead of sweat off your brow, you stopped hoeing the ground when you heard the loud alarm that rang every month.

Another month, another Greenie...

You'd lived in the Glade for a couple years now, so you were used to new kids coming up in what everyone called the Box every month. It's really the only way you could keep track of how long you were stuck in this place.

Every month, you wondered if there was going to be someone like you sent up; a female. Being the only girl in a group of dozens of boys, it got lonely. Of course you had friends, but it just wasn't the same to you. And what was even weirder, you had a tattoo on your wrist, a name.

At first, when you came up in the Box without your memories, you actually thought it was your name, until you remembered your actual name.

Looking at your wrist every day and night, you tried to comb your brain for any sliver of memory that could answer your hundreds of questions that you had. Why was this name on your wrist, and who was this person? You hoped you'd find out, one day.

You ran alongside your friend to the Box, Chuck. Well, more like closest person you considered a younger brother. He very well could've been for all you knew, but he was just one of over fifty other boys that could've been a relative. But you always called Chuck "baby brother," not that he enjoyed that nickname, in public at least. He did get teased a bit by the other guys if you called him that within earshot, so you eased up on the name a bit. But you couldn't help that protective sister side of you when you thought Chuck was getting too close to the Box when it still hadn't come up all the way.

You looked around at all the excited faces of the other boys, anxious to see the new Greenie, anxious to hassle him more like.

You always tried to be nice to Greenies, remembering how poorly you were treated when you arrived in the Glade a couple years ago. No one would really take you seriously because you were a girl. You didn't even get a job assigned to you until a few months later, of course besides the stereotypical doing the laundry and helping Frypan in the kitchen, until you almost burned down the whole shack. Turns out, you were a terrible cook. Fry still teases you about it from time to time.

Eventually, you gained everyone's trust, even Gally's, that kid definitely took some convincing though. You thought he hated you if you were being honest, but in time, you saw through your anger and understood why. Some mysterious girl just shows up with a name tattooed on her wrist when nobody else did? It probably would've freaked you out too. Thankfully, everyone stopped asking you about it when you didn't even know yourself.

You winced softly when a dull pain shot up your hand, the ink in your wrist started to itch. Huh, it's never itched before? You tried to think nothing of it when the Box finally came up all the way, Gally reaching down and opening up the hatch doors.

Everyone peered over the sides of the heavy metal doors, trying to get a good look at the new Greenie. Of course, it was another male, cowering in the corner in terror like so many other boy you've seen. An odd feeling washing over you, like nostalgia but mixed with an almost sense of overwhelming joy. The feeling was so all consuming that you didn't even notice the new Greenie taking off in a dead sprint until all your fellow Gladers started to whoop and holler, obviously finding the Greenie's fear amusing, the boy faceplanting only adding to their boisterous laughter.

You rolled your eyes, mumbling to yourself, "The dude's just scared."

Of course, the Greenie being terrified out of his mind didn't stop the Keepers from deciding to keep him in the pit until he calmed down, a sentiment you did not share. Newt chuckled, gaining your attention quickly. "What're you laughing at?" You asked.

"Nothing, just adorable how you feel for the Greenies."

"Oh, shuck you."

"Why so defensive?"

"I am not." You pouted, crossing your arms. "It's not like he's the only one that's totally freaked out on the first day. He shouldn't be locked up in the pit."

"That is true, but you know it's for everyone's safety, including his." He said, walking away.

"Yeah, yeah..." You sighed, uncrossing your arms and choosing to lean against the hoe that you were holding, eyes completely focused on Alby and the new Greenie. To say you were curious would've been an understatement.

It was strange, you usually didn't have such a peaked interest in Greenies like this before. You felt yourself drawn to him, for some unknown reason. And another thing that was strange, your wrist tattoo had been tingling ever since he came up in the Box, but you just wrote that up as a coincidence. There was no way it could be correlated...right?

"Y/n!"

You turned to Alby, quickly making his way to you with almost angry expression on his face. "What's wrong?"

"Do you know the Greenie?" He asked, his expression not changing.

You furrowed your brows, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips. "Of course not, why would I?"

"Your name is on his wrist."

You froze, your confusion clearly etched on your face. "W-What?"

"You really don't know him? If your name is on his wrist, then I think it's pretty safe to assume that the name on your wrist is his."

"No, that's...impossible. I..." You were at a loss for words, how could this be happening? All this time, you just thought, maybe you had a partner before your memories got wiped and got their name tattooed; but now, you had no idea the hell was going on.

"The Greenie also claimed he didn't know where the tattoo came from, or who the name belonged to."

"You didn't tell him...about me?"

"No, not yet. I wanna keep this under wraps until we figure out what the shuck is happening here."

"But Alby, everyone knows about my tattoo, if someone sees his-"

"He's wearing a long sleeve. If he knows what's good for him he'll listen to me when I told him to cover it." Alby sighs, hardening his expression once more. "I swear, Y/n, if you know something about this-"

"I don't." You assured, you were just as confused as he was.

"The bonfire tonight will be a good opportunity to talk to the Greenie, everyone'll be too drunk to notice."

"Alby, you still trust me, right?"

"That remains to be seen."

The anxiety that you felt the rest of the day finally bubbled to the surface when the bonfire party started. You pretty much avoided the Greenie all day. You didn't know if you had any reason to be scared, but so many fears plagued your mind. So many "what ifs." But were sure nothing would be worse than having to wait to find out.

Looking over to see the Greenie and Newt sitting together away from the bonfire, Alby gave you a look, stern but not stern enough for you to feel threatened, although you still felt nervous.

Slowly walking over to the Greenie, you kept telling yourself over and over that this is the moment you've been waiting for ever since you were sent to the Glade, the moment you found out if this boy was the one who's name was permanently engraved onto your skin. You could finally have some sort of closure, maybe not complete, but just knowing would be enough.

You nervously cleared your throat, both boys looking your way as you stood above them. "Hey, Newt." You quickly started, "thought I'd introduce myself to the Greenie." You gave Newt a look that told him to leave the two of you alone.

Newt chuckled. "Right, of course. I think I'm gonna get myself another drink." And off he went, leaving you and the Greenie in an awkward silence, but more of an anxious silence on your part.

"Sorry I haven't introduced myself yet, been a busy day." You forced a smile, taking a seat next to the Greenie.

"Do you guys throw parties like this every time a new...Greenie shows up?" The boy asked, a slight bitter tone to his voice.

"Yeah, pretty much. We only really started this tradition a year ago, we thought we might as well celebrate another month of surviving here, also welcoming the newbies."

"Yeah, well, doesn't really feel like a warm welcome, despite the bonfire." You chuckled. "Are you...? Uh, never mind."

"No, what?"

"Well, just looking around, you seem to be the only girl here. Why is that?"

You shrugged. "Beats me. I came here just like everybody else, no memories. I wish I knew. Speaking of, have you remembered your name yet?"

The Greenie frowned. "No." He whispered, suddenly rubbing his sleeve covered wrist.

"What's wrong?" You asked, noticing his discomfort.

He sighed. "Uh, nothing. My wrist just hurts a little, might've sprained it or somethin'."

This was taking too long, and the bonfire party was starting to die down. It would be over soon, you had to speed this up.

"Alby told me..." You started, nervously taking a deep breath before continuing, "about your wrist."

The Greenie looked to you with wide eyes. "He told me to keep quiet about it, why would he tell you?"

"Because...the name on your wrist is mine."

He furrowed his brows, his mouth slightly agape, rolling up his sleeve slightly, just enough to see the top of the outline of your name. "Wait, really? How is that...?"

"I don't know. But I'm guessing," You rolled up your own sleeve, "this is your name?"

You held up your wrist, the light from the bonfire illuminating the ink enough for the Greenie to read what it said, "Thomas." Thomas' confused face mirrored your own, both of you feeling a strange mix of emotions all at once. He reached out, you flinching away slightly. "Can I?" He asked.

You nodded curtly, extending out your wrist for him to hold.

As soon as his skin made contact with yours, you felt a spark of electricity rush through your whole body, so intense that it made you jolt with a quiet gasp. Thomas seemed to have felt the same, his grip on your wrist tightening as he felt the same rush.

You suddenly felt like you were hit in the head with a brick, sharp flashes of images of you, but not in the Glade. These were different, you saw yourself smiling, laughing, with an older woman, smile lines and subtle wrinkles around her eyes, tuffs of greyish white hair scattered about in random spots amongst her lush natural colored hair. You instantly teared up...this was your mother...you remembered your mother.

"I remember." You and Thomas said at the exact same time.

"My name is Thomas." He confirmed, tears welling up in his golden brown eyes, giving them a shine. "I remember everything, my family, my friends, why I came here..."

"I remember my life before here too. I was...taken. They took me away from my mama." You quickly felt a surge of anger rush through you. "W.C.K.D. They did this."

Thomas sighed. "I know..." He took hold of both your hands. "I remember you too, Y/n." A slight rosy blush spreading across his cheeks.

"Me too." You said softly.

You both had worked at W.C.K.D. together, you both had the same distain for the company and wanting to take them down together, both of you being betrayed and sent here. You knew it was dangerous for W.C.K.D. to send you both to the same Maze trial, how could they make such a stupid mistake.

"We have to get everyone out of here, Thomas."

"We will."

"Together."

~~~~~~~~~~

Well, that escalated quickly. Hope you enjoyed it regardless, Anon😊

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americancowgirl19 · 4 years

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Mutant not Monster - Part One

Part One: Background; this is basically a background part. Dean will be in the next part with Sam. I highly recommend you read this part so you can understand the plot.

Summary: Y/n and her twin brother, Warren, are both mutants. In a world where mutants aren’t accepted, Y/n and her brother have to go on the run as anti-mutant extremists begin hunting their kind down. Sam and Dean are hunters, just not mutant hunters. However, their paths cross and despite a rocky beginning they become allies against not only the war against mutants but the war against mankind.

Warnings: angst, curse, fluff, anti-mutant terrorism

Reader: Female Reader; Y/n Worthington

Pairings: (Eventual) Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,794

A/n: This is more of my own mini story than a specific part of X-Men and Supernatural. I’ll stick as close to supernatural as I can but if you see things that are different than they were in the show, just roll with it. This is kind of a crossover with X-Men and Supernatural but I’m just doing my own thing with the X-Men characters and Supernatural. I’m not going along with any specific movie or comic book. When Dean and Sam come in it’ll technically take place around the season 4 of Supernatural where they know about angels. Also gif is from google and it’s Miley Cyrus from the ‘Can’t Be Tamed’ music video.

Part Two

Masterlist

1989 - Y/n POV - Reader is 9

“Warren slow down!” I shouted after my brother as he scales up the tree. I try to keep up with him but struggle to maintain a steady grip on the bark. My twin brother just laughs and continues to climb branch after branch.

“Y/n! Warren! Be careful!” Our mother shouts approaching the tree. I take a second to look down at her. She stands by the trunk with her arms crossed. Her eyes squint as she looks up into the tree but I doubt she can see us through the branches and leaves. “Don’t climb too high!”

“Come on, Y/n,” Warren says regaining my attention. He motions for me to continue following him. Huffing I reach for the next branch and pull myself up.

“How much farther? Mom doesn’t want us too high,” I tell him.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine,” Warren says ignoring the uneasiness in my voice. While I didn’t have a fear of heights, in fact I liked being higher than everyone else, I was afraid of losing my grip from being too tired. As much as I tried to keep up with my brother he seemed to have energy for days.

“Warren, look at this,” I say finding a birds nest. My brother looks down at me before quickly climbing to my spot.

“Wow,” He whispers as the newly hatched birds chirp for their parents. “They’ll be big enough to fly before we know it,” He tells me.

“Do you ever wonder what it’s like to fly?” I ask looking at him.

“All the time,” He says. “I wonder what it’s like to soar with the birds and fly through clouds,”

“You’ll probably get wet,” I warn him. “Clouds are water after all,” Warren shrugs.

“Never been afraid of a few rain drops,” He smirks at me. I smile rolling my eyes. I look back at the baby birds.

“Warren! Y/!” Our mother shouts for us again. “Come down from there, it’s time for supper!”

“Can’t she see we’re busy in the tree?” Warren grumbles. I laugh.

“Come on, I’ll race you to the bottom,” I challenge him. He smirks and begins climbing down at the same time I do.

“If I win, I get your ice cream!” Warren shouts.

“Like hell you will!” I shout back.

“Language, Y/n!” Mother scolds.

“Yeah, language, Birdie,” Warren teases.

“Oh, why don’t you- Ah!” I screech when my feet slide off the branch. I go to cling to the tree but I fail to get a grip. Before I can fall too far Warren has my hand in his.

“I’ve got you!” Warren says quickly.

“Don’t you dare drop me, Warren Worthington!” I shout holding his hand as tightly as I can.

“Never,” Warren reassures me with a playful grin before swinging me to the next branch.

1994 - Y/n POV - Y/n is 14

“St. Joes Catholic School?” I ask with disbelief in my voice. “They’ve got to be kidding, right?” I ask my brother as I flop down on his bed. He walks into the room after me and shuts the door.

“I don’t think they are,” Warren says taking a seat at his desk chair.

“Why are they sending us away?” I whisper but don’t expect an answer. In fact, I’m terrified of what the answer would be. Warren stays quiet as he mulls over the information our parents just dropped on us. “We never fit in here,” I admitted whilst sitting up. Warren glances at me. “They may be our parents but we’re practically strangers to them. We share nothing in common with them except some similarities in our looks. We don’t belong here Warren and they know it,” I sigh looking down at my fingers.

I expect Warren to argue against me like he usually does. This isn’t the first time I’ve voiced my opinions on this matter. Ever since I could remember I’ve felt as if Warren and I were outcasts in our own home. Our parents used to try and connect with us but they gave up years ago.

I didn’t even notice Warren standing up until the bed sinks beside me. I spare him a glance before looking back at my hands. We sit in silence for a few moments before I lay my head on his shoulder. His head soon rests on top of mine.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find a place where we belong,” He reassures me. “We’ll find a home,” I smile as my mind begins imagining what this home would look like. “It’ll be a place where we do fit in and we’re not strangers,”

“As long as you promise we’ll stay together,” I say lifting my head. Warren looks at me. “Don’t you dare leave me, Warren Worthington,”

“Never,” Warren smirks winking at me. “Lighten up a bit, Birdie,” He says nudging my shoulder. “Who knows, maybe St. Joes Catholic School is where we’ll find people to connect too,” He shrugs.

“It would be nice to talk to someone who doesn’t have your ugly mug,” I comment standing from the bed.

“Well, it shouldn’t be hard for me to find someone who doesn’t crack mirrors when they look in them,” Warren fires back. I don’t dignify him with a verbal response. I simply flip him the bird and leave his room.

1997 - Y/n POV - Reader is 17

“Go Warren! Run!” I scream from the stands as my brother overtakes the lead runner in the track meet. I clap loudly and scream when he takes first place without a problem.

“He won! He won!” My brothers girlfriend, Amanda, shouts from beside me. We jump up and down together before laughing excitedly.

When the meet ends the two of us instantly go looking for my twin. I weave through the crowd in his direction. Amanda follows me knowing all too well about my inner Warren Compass. It didn’t matter where I was or where he was, we could always find each other. Amanda also swears that we have some sort of telepathy between us or that we could read each other’s mind. While I knew that neither of those things were true, I did have a sixth sense when it came to my brother. Warren has the same feeling about me as well.

“There he is!” Amanda shouts surpassing me to go to her boyfriend. Warren spins around and pulls her into his arms. She giggles as he spins her around. I gag when they romantically kiss.

“Did you see my last run?” Warren asks us.

“Of course, baby,” Amanda smirks leaning into him not even caring about his drying sweat.

“You mean the one where you look like a flailing chicken without a head?” I ask before doing a dramatic imitation. Amanda snorts while Warren lunges for me. I laugh evading his attempts to put me in a head lock.

“Ok! Ok!” Amanda shouts getting between us. “I want to get back to the dorms, get cleaned up, and go to the party,”

“Hell yeah, baby,” Warren smirking lighting up at the mention of a party. Amanda shakes her head wondering where he gets all his energy. It didn’t matter that he just spent all day running, he still has enough energy to take over the world.

It doesn’t take us long to get back to the dorms and cleaned up. Warren promises to meet us at the party before going to take a shower. Amanda and I both go to the bathroom to do our makeup and to get changed.

“Oh my God, is your back ok?” Amanda instantly asks.

“Um, it’s fine?” I say turning towards her.

“Where did you get all of those bruises?” She wonders.

“Bruises?” I ask before going toward the mirror. “Oh, shit,” I whisper seeing them. They weren’t too bad but they were definitely noticeable.

“What they hell are you doing when I’m not there to supervise you?” Amanda laughs while returning to her makeup.

“I don’t know,” I whisper to myself. I take another moment to stare at the bruises before shaking my head.

A couple weeks pass and the bruises don’t leave. In fact, the grow darker. I take extra care with how I move but it doesn’t matter. The bruising just continues to get worse until things start to get even weirder.

I wake up in my bad with a sore back. That’s nothing new, it’s practically my norm by now. However, waking up to find several feathers in my bed is new. I sit there in confusion as I wonder where the hell these feathers have come from.

“Y/n! Open up!” Warren shouts slamming his fist against my door repeatedly. “Open the door!”

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” I shout hopping out of bed. He doesn’t stop knocking until I let him in. “What the hell?”

“You’re getting random bruising too?” Warren asks the instant I close my door.

“How do you know about that?” I ask.

“Amanda told me,” He said. I frown my eyebrows wondering why now, all of the sudden, she’s telling him about my bruised back. “She told me because of this,” He takes his shirt off and turns his back to me.

“Jesus, Warren,” I whisper looking at his bruises. They’re similar to mind in shape but they’re much darker and slightly bigger. “Wait,” I whisper stepping closer. I run my finger along a section of his back and he instantly flinches away from me.

“Uh, ow!” Warren snaps.

“Sorry!” I raise my hands defensively. “But you have something coming out of your back,”

“What?” He frowns his eyebrows and I nod. He goes to my full length mirror. He then notices the nubs that I pointed out. “Turn around,” He says coming over to me. I do as he says feeling nervous that he might find the same happening to my back.

“I woke up with feathers in my bed,” I whisper holding back a flinch when he touches my bruises.

“Sorry,” He whispers noticing me tense. “You have the same thing happening,” I slowly turn towards him. “I have feathers in my bed too... I thought they were from my pillows but...” His voice trails off.

“What’s happening to us, Warren?” I whisper. He pushes his lips together.

“I don’t know, Birdie,” He whispers back.

1997 - Y/n POV - Reader is 17

“Warren! Warren, open the door!” I shout pounding on his door like he had mine a week previous. “Warren, I know you’re in there, now open the damn door before I break it down,” I growled hitting the door even harder.

A few moments later my puffy eyed brother opens the door just enough for me to slide in before closing it again. He hangs his head as I stare at him. When he sniffles and wipes his nose on his sleeve I snap out of my trance.

“Come here,” I whisper pulling him into a tight hug. I frown my eyebrows when I feel something on his back but I don’t pull away. He holds me so tight that it’s hard to breathe but I just hold him. “What happened?” I whisper.

“She kept asking questions,” He tells me after a few minutes. “She kept wanting to know about the bruises and I just... I couldn’t tell her,” I close my eyes and hold him even closer. I try to hold onto him but he pushes me away. “Then this happens,” He whispers sniffling as he takes off his shirt. I look at his chest before giving him a look. He turns around and I gasp.

Two small white wings have sprouted from his shoulder blades. They look like a baby birds wings. Not nearly big enough to fly nor hold his weight. Despite they’re small size they’re beautiful.

Then it clicks. Our backs have been going through the exact same transition. Slowly, I step back to his bad and fall on it. Warren quickly pulls on his shirt again.

“We’re mutants,” I whisper.

“Yeah,” Warren whispers.

“We’re mutants,” I whisper again. Warren sighs walking over to me. The bed bounces slightly when he collapses beside me.

“Yeah,” He repeats. We lay on his bed in silence as we try to come to terms with the... new development. “I quit track,” He tells me. “Not like I’d be able to hide these things at practices and meets... Plus who knows how big they’ll grow,”

“Warren,” I whisper lowly. “St. Joes is notorious for they’re anti-mutant beliefs,” I say slowly turning my head towards him. Warren continues to stare at the ceiling. He lets out a long sigh.

“Yeah,” He mutters.

“Shit,” I whisper.

1998 - Y/n POV - Reader is 18

‘Y/n Worthington,’

I frown my eyebrows as I slow to a walk in the middle of the empty hallway. I look around for the voice who said my name. However, the few people in the hallway pay no mind to me.

‘Y/n Worthington’ The voice says again. ‘My name is Charles Xavier and I am a mutant like you,’

“I don’t find that very comforting at the moment,” I mutter feeling standoffish. I can hear the voice laugh a bit.

‘No, I expect you wouldn’t’ He says. ‘I’ve been looking for you and your brother for a very long time,’

“Where are you?” I ask as I continue to search for him.

‘Not far from the school,’ He responds vaguely. ‘I need you to listen to me. There is someone on campus that wants to hurt you and your brother,’

“Warren,” I whisper no longer caring about this Charles Xavier. The only thing on my mind is finding Warren. Before I could start my wild goose chase the voice in my head tells me exactly where he is. I don’t bother to question him, I simply race to his location. “Oh my God,” I gasp seeing the building is engulfed in flames.

Before I even try to go into the fire something in the sky catches my attention. I then notice it’s Warren trying to save people. Sprinting into action, I leave the crowd. My pure black wings rip through my long jacket and take me to the sky towards my brother.

“There’s more people on the third floor!” Warren shouts over the noise of the crowd.

“There’s someone after us!” I shout to him.

“No shit! Who do you think started the fire?!” Warren snaps.

“Don’t get snippy with me, Angel!” I growl back at him.

“Just get the people out! I’ll handle the guy that’s trying to kill us,” Warren orders. I want to argue but Warren is already flying off and somebody has to get those people out.

My wings carry me into the building. They fold around my body protectively as I crash through a window and land on the hot floor. It takes some convincing but I finally get the people to trust me enough to allow me to get them to safety.

‘You’re brother is a mile to your left,’ Charles informs me. I send a silent thank you before quickly going towards Warren. I get to him in time to see him dropping a man to his death.

“Warren?” I ask slowly flying towards him. My large yet feminine keep me in the air beside my brother. Warren’s head hangs as he stares at the mans dead body on the ground below us.

‘If you both would join me, I’d like to talk with you,” Charles says in my head. I can only assume Warren hears him as well.

“Angel?” I ask moving even closer to him.

“Let’s just go,” Warren says flying to where Charles wants us to meet him. I glance back to the dead body before flying after my brother.

1998 - Y/n POV - Reader is 18

“Wow,” I whisper walking towards Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.

“Aren’t we a little old to be going to a school like this?” Warren asks as we follow behind Charles. I nod along with Warren’s question seeing as we’re both legally adults.

“This isn’t just a school for the gifted but a home,” Charles explains. Warren’s head snaps towards me at the same time mine snaps to him. “Here you can learn different skills you did not learn at your previous school. You will also meet students with various gifts, some like your own,” I slap Warren’s arm when I see a girl fly past us with wings that came off of a fairy. “You are welcome to stay here for as long as you wish,”

“This place is amazing,” I laugh in wonder. Warren slowly beings to grin which only brightens my mood. Ever since the fire a few days ago, Warren’s smile has been nonexistent.

“I’ll show you to your rooms, allow you to get settled,”

“Are we sharing a room?” Warren wonders.

“While school is in session, yes,” Charles nods. “But when most of the students return to their homes, you can have separate rooms,” I smile at my brother. Even though I didn’t exactly like sharing a room with him, it would be nice to have him close after someone had tried to kill us.

“Well, it’s not as big as the one at mom and dads but it’s cozy,” I say while walking around the room. Charles had left us to settle in a few seconds ago.

“Do you ever wonder what mom and dad are doing?” Warren wonders while tossing his suit case on one of the beds.

“Angel, they haven’t even contacted us since freshmen year,” I remind him. “The only thing they’ve done is financially support us and even that is over now,” I say sitting on my bed. “I try not to think about them because we don’t need them. We just need each other,” I say smiling at him.

“So, you’re saying I’m stuck with your ugly mug for the rest of my life?” Warren asks with a small smirk.

“Aren’t you a lucky duck?” I wink at him. Warren slowly shakes his head. “What happened?” I finally ask. “With that man that you let go?” My mind goes back to the day with the fire and how Warren had let a man fall to his death.

“I don’t even know his name,” Warren whispers. “Just some anti-mutant man,” He tells me. “He said our wings went against his religion and that we had to die,” I can feel my wings twitch but I don’t say anything. “I had him in my hands and I wanted to turn him into the police but then he went on and on about how he wasn’t just going to kill me but kill you as well... I just got so angry. He talked about how he was going to rip our wings off and rid the world of us. The thought of someone out there that wants to kill you as badly as he did made me so angry. Before I knew it I was letting him go and watching him fall.” Warren explains to me. I stand and walk over to him. Warren looks at me as I sit next to him. “I don’t regret killing him. I feel guilt about the fact that I’m not sad over his death,” He says. “But he threatened you, threatened us...” Warren sighs.

“You don’t have to justify your actions to me,” I tell him. “Warren, I would have done the same thing,” I told him. He glances towards me. “You think your need to protect me is one sided? I’d do anything for you. You’re all I have and I’m not going to let anyone hurt you,” I tell him. Warren smiles a bit.

“Don’t you dare leave me, Y/n Worthington,” Warren says quietly. I muster up a playful smirk.

“Never,”

2004 - Y/n POV - Reader is 24

“What do you mean they’re shutting the school down?” Warren snapped. “They can’t do that!”

“They can and they are,” Storm, one of the teachers, says calmly yet her eyes are raging in anger. “The students are to be sent back to there homes-”

“Where they’re going to be hunted down and slaughtered in front of their families,” Beast growls. I sigh rubbing my face tiredly.

Years of peace between mutants and mankind destroyed in one weekend. We tried to do damage control but our efforts were in vain. Almost every pro-mutant policy has been taken away. With the government turning their backs against us the radical anti-mutant organizations are rising against us in a dangerous fashion.

It didn’t take a genius to know that a war is on the horizon. This school is one of the only safe places for the students yet we’re being forced to send them away. We’re being forced to send them back to their families where they won’t be nearly as protected as they are now.

We all knew that with the war would come casualties. These extremists aren’t planning on taking prisoners. They see us as anti-human and a threat to the human race. They see us as monsters. They will kill us every chance they get.

“We have to protect them,” I speak up. “They’re children!” I practically shout. “We can’t just leave them to defend themselves,”

“We’re not going to do that,” Jean shakes her head. “We’ve fought for mutants this long, we’re not just going to give up now,”

“Jean’s right,” Storm nods. “There’s a war coming and it’s going to get ugly,” She warns everyone in the room. “But we’ve been through ugly times before. We can get through this if we work together,”

“We’re ready,” Bobby, one of my closest friends, assures her. “You guys have made sure of that. A lot of us are ready to fight,” Warren, me and the other alumni students nod in agreement.

“Professor?” I asks hesitantly. Charles continues to sit in his wheelchair as he goes over everything in his mind. It pained me to see the man who took my brother and I in in such a state of distress.

Warren and I share a nervous look. After years of living life just the two of us, we finally find out home. Not long after that, our home is threatened. It angers me to the core that people think they can threaten my home without retaliation. As far as I’m concerned everyone that lives under this roof is my family and I will do whatever is necessary to protect them, especially my idiotic twin.

“There here,” Charles whispers, his eyes widening. My head snaps to the side as an explosion shakes the Earth under our feet. Warren’s eyes meet mine and dread fills our hearts. The war’s begun.

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"i would have been there for you" with a dash of "you've changed" because i like throwing curve balls and think that has the potential to crack my sternum in half

(tw blood and injury)

The summer before the Titan War is the weirdest of Percy’s life.

For most demigods that’s a given, but for Percy it’s kind of a feat. What could be weirder than the summer he defeated flesh eating birds with Dean Martin music and was later turned to a guinea pig? Or the one where he blew up his school before a not-date with a pretty girl and walked across the country in a day thanks to a sentient underground tunnel? But somehow, the summer where he and Annabeth aren’t together is the weirdest.

Not together. Just not... together. She’s angry, so he gets angry and goes to Rachel, and she gets angry for him getting angry and going to Rachel, and he gets angry about her getting angry about him getting angry about her being angry. It’s a viscous cycle, but the times do come where they have to put it aside for the greater good. Preventing the upheaval of the gods can’t rest solely on the shoulders of two demigods dancing around their feelings for each other, right?

Right?!

They get called for a quest. The requirement to go to the Oracle to leave camp was thrown out the window a while ago, but so far most of the missions have been large groups or solo. But this information about river spirits came from Daedalus’s laptop, meaning it’s indisputably a Percy and Annabeth job. Chiron is reluctant to send them both, claiming it’s something Percy can do alone, but Annabeth fixes him with a champion glare and he caves.

Somehow they make it out in one piece with minimal offense to the river spirits, who promise to be allies should Kronos’s army march on camp again, which is all Percy is comfortable asking of them. Sounding the alarm is one thing, but it’s entirely too much to ask a nature spirit to waste their life force fighting back.

The following happens too quickly for Percy to process. Something erupts from the trees as they leave the riverbank. Annabeth shoves him down and raises her dagger to shield him. The river spirit handles the creature. Annabeth stumbles and swears in pain.

The impact with the forest floor steals Percy’s breath, leaving him in a daze while Annabeth disappears behind him. The creature bellows and explodes into dust before Percy ever makes out what it is.

“You have to leave,” the river spirit calls. “They know you’re here. Take your friend and go!”

Percy puts his fingers to his mouth and whistles while rising from the dirt. Annabeth is leaning against a tree a few feet away, breathing heavily and holding her arm funny.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” He wants to run to her, to touch her. He doesn’t.

Her head falls back against the bark of the tree, where the light filtering through the leaves illuminates the sweat on her forehead. “I’m fine. Let’s get out of here.”

Percy doesn’t buy it, but she has that stormy look in her eyes that tells him she isn’t budging. “Blackjack is on his way.”

A heavy sigh escapes her as she nods, still clutching her left arm. Percy retrieves her dagger from the ground and offers it to her, but her eyes are screwed shut. It’s not like her to show pain like this.

He looks at the holster on her leg. “I’m just gonna... uh...” He slides it into its sheath, taking every precaution not to touch her thigh and half expecting to get stabbed for it.

Great gusts of wind batter the fragile limbs of the trees as Blackjack sails down to them, his wide wings beating rhythmically. His hooves strike the earth and he trots over to Percy. Where to, boss?

“We gotta get back to camp,” Percy says, frowning at Annabeth.

Lady boss ain’t looking too hot.

“Don’t let her hear you say that,” he mumbles.

Annabeth quirks an eyebrow at the two of them and rolls her eyes, walking to Blackjack with her nose in the air. She may not know what Blackjack said, but apparently that means it’s Percy’s fault. Everything seems to be Percy’s fault, these days.

She attempts to haul herself up, but her arm gives out and she ends up crying in pain. Percy catches her despite knowing she’d rather fall than accept help from him.

“I can do it myself,” she snaps, shouldering him away.

“You don’t have to though.” Percy throws his hands in the air. “Plus, you’re injured.”

Annabeth’s grip on her arm tightens. “This isn’t from today.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

She glares at him. “It’s from a quest from a few weeks ago. It didn’t heal right, but the infirmary is full. I’ll get it checked out later.”

“What quest?”

“Excuse me?”

“What quest did you get hurt on?” Anger rises in Percy’s chest, both at the thought of Annabeth getting injured and her keeping him in the dark about it.

She attempts to shrug, then winces. “Does it matter? It’s over.” Her shot at a casual tone misses by miles.

Percy tries to swallow the anger, he really does. “You’re hurt. That matters.”

For a moment, she almost softens. The cold mask she’s plastered on cracks at the edges, revealing raw hurt.

Uh, guys. Hate to break up this lovely argument, really, but we’ve got company.

Blackjack is right. Pounding steps thunder along the opposite riverbank, rattling the leaves like a warning. Percy grabs Annabeth’s leg and hauls her onto the pegasus, trusting that she’ll do the rest herself. Usually he’d hop up first and ride in front, but he doesn’t trust her ability to hold on with that arm.

Percy’s heartbeat doesn’t slow, not even once they’re in the sky with the riverbank far behind them. He’s almost certain Annabeth can feel it pressed against her. She leans back into Percy a bit heavier than necessary, occasionally jolting against his arms, which are around her to grip Blackjack’s mane. To say he’s freaking out would be an understatement.

And then something drips from Annabeth’s bent elbow onto his arm. Percy balks when he sees it’s blood.

“Fuck, Annabeth. You’re bleeding.” No response. “Annabeth??”

Her head rolls on Percy’s shoulder.

“Blackjack, hurry.”

Blackjack doesn’t ask questions, just tucks his wings and dashes to camp. Percy can’t get his ambrosia without letting go of Annabeth, which simply isn’t in the cards. He wraps around her until his chest is sticky with their sweat. Sweat washes out. Losing Annabeth is a stain Percy could never scrub himself clean of.

He doesn’t know what he says to her as they fly—probably some half-baked combination of you’re going to be okay, and we’re almost there, and if you survive this I swear I will kill you myself.

Percy’s feet hit the ground a second after Blackjack’s hooves. They’re parked right on the porch of the Big House, interrupting a heated conversation between Chiron and Clarisse, who startle at the sight of Percy. Clarisse is the first to gather her wits. She moves to take Annabeth off Blackjack, which she is certainly the most qualified to do, but Percy beats her to it.

“Jackson, you’re hurt,” she grunts, gesturing to his chest. “Let me.”

“Not hurt,” Percy says. “Taking her to Michael.”

Chiron’s tail swishes nervously. “Percy—”

“The river spirits are on our side,” he interrupts. “Now will one of you open the damn door?”

Clarisse assists him through the doorways while Chiron goes to fetch Michael Yew from archery practice. If it weren’t Annabeth’s life on the line, Percy would feel bad for the guy. He hasn’t slept since Lee died last summer, especially not with the way the infirmary is looking.

Chiron and Clarisse hover alongside Percy while Michael works his magic, sending up a healing hymn to his father after dressing the wound. He scolds Annabeth the moment she wakes, chastising her for not telling him sooner. After a glance at Chiron, he orders her bed rest for a week.

“No. I have another mission in three days.” She looks at Clarisse. “You can’t do it without me.”

Clarisse almost smiles at Annabeth’s petulance. “I’ll take Malcolm. Or maybe even Pipsqueak here.” She claps Percy on the back.

Annabeth’s tone turns pleading. “Chiron...”

She finds the same unbending will. “No, child. This has gone too far. You’re to stay here until Michael releases you.”

Michael looks less than thrilled to be subjected to Annabeth’s wrath for the next week. “Okay, Percy. Your turn.”

“I’m not hurt.”

Everyone’s eyes flash to Percy’s chest in doubt. He tears his gaze away from Annabeth to look.

Blood—Annabeth’s blood—runs down his shirt from the ride over. From an outside perspective, it looks like Percy’s very heart is bleeding out of his chest.

She won’t look at him when he raises his gaze, so he supposes it is.

“Blood’s not mine,” he mumbles.

The room clears shortly after.

Percy, however, is rooted to the floor beside Annabeth’s bed. She looks exhausted, though he can tell she’s trying to hide it while he’s still here. He should leave. So she can sleep.

He can’t.

“I would have been there for you,” he says, “if you told me.”

She almost laughs. What escapes is a bitter sound that’s foreign in her mouth. “Yeah, well. You’ve changed.”

It’s a defensive lie, and they both know it. Percy has changed, but not to that degree. He will stop at nothing to pull his friends out of the water, even if it means drowning himself. Such is the way of a loyal creature.

His voice is low in his chest, hurt resonating in his heart. “You know that’s not true.”

Annabeth raises her chin. “Do I?” When have you been around to prove it?

Michael pokes his head in the room, looking very much like he’d rather be anywhere else. “Percy, Chiron wants to talk to you about the river spirits.”

The silence is saturated, filled with blood just like the cotton of Percy’s shirt. “Sure. I’ll be out in a second.”

Michael shifts his weight, creaking the floorboards. “I’m afraid it can’t wait.”

When Percy looks back at Annabeth, her eyes are closed. The rigidity of her jaw gives her away, but Percy knows a sign when he sees one. So he leaves.

#this is way more painful than the beginning makes it sound lmao #drabbles #my fic #my percabeth #pjo fics #jersey tag #iris messages #jerseydevious

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happyandticklish · 4 years

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Strange Feelings

Caleb is used to reading his boyfriend’s emotions, but when he encounters a series of strange ones he is forced to do some inner speculation and in the process discovers a secret Adam had been trying his best to keep hidden forever.

They were messing around on Adam’s bed when Caleb first felt it.

Caleb was curved around Adam, pressing tight against his boyfriend as they kissed, something Caleb was delighted to see had become a constant part of their hangouts now that they were more comfortable with the whole dating thing. Caleb was running his hands up Adam’s sides, his fingers lifting the edge of his sweatshirt and brushing against bare skin. Adam shivered, grinning against his mouth.

“Your hands are cold,” he complained, shifting on the bed.

“Are not,” Caleb protested, squeezing the hand that rested against the other boy’s hip in retaliation for the slight. He wasn’t prepared for the way Adam jumped, his hand shooting down to block Caleb’s, and the nervous grin that now wobbled on his lips.

Caleb raised an eyebrow, sitting up and disentangling them. “What was that?”

Adam shrugged nonchalantly, staring determinedly out the window. Narrowing his eyes, Caleb reached forward speculatively, pinching his hip again. Adam squeaked, shoving his hand away. Slowly, Caleb began to smile teasingly.

“You’re ticklish,” he accused, delighted by this newfound knowledge. “You’re ticklish and you never told me.”

“No I’m not,” Adam denied immediately, and that was when Caleb felt it. That small mixture of panic and embarrassment and something else that Caleb wasn’t sure how to identify. It almost felt like… excitement? Adam locked eyes with him and for a moment nobody moved, unsure how to proceed from that moment. In the end Caleb was overwhelmed with the nerves radiating off his boyfriend and backed off, taking his hand instead.

“Alright,” he said, pulling him close once more. “I believe you.”

But even as the bubbly happiness returned, there was something else lingering. Disappointment. Caleb couldn’t help but dwell on it the rest of the evening and even as he returned home that night, the thought bounced around in his skull, trying to find a home.

He ended up bringing it up to Dr. Bright during one of their sessions, thinking maybe she could bring some clarity to the situation.

“Something weird happened the other day,” he explained, trying to keep the nerves out of his voice. It was always strange discussing his love life with an adult, let alone his therapist. “Um, when Adam and I were… uh, you know. Kissing.”

Dr. Bright raised an eyebrow, but otherwise said nothing, waiting for him to continue.

“I felt something from him… it was like this weird panic excitement thing at first but then it was disappointed and I’m not sure what it means. I mean, it’s not like we were doing anything weird or anything, so I’m not sure what I did to make him feel that way.”

“Have you tried discussing this with Adam?”

“No,” Caleb admitted. “I kind of got the feeling it was because of something I did and I didn’t want to embarrass him or anything, or for him to deny it so he wouldn’t hurt my feelings. I just don’t understand what he was disappointed by. Like, was I doing something wrong?”

Dr. Bright smiled gently. “I’m sure it was nothing you did. You and Adam seem happy together. If anything was wrong, I’m sure it’s something you can work out together.”

Caleb shrugged. “I guess. I just wish I understood him better sometimes.”

Dr. Bright leaned back in her chair. “It’s completely normal to want to understand your boyfriend better. I think even Non-Atypicals have experienced that.” She paused speculatively. “What were you doing? Before he became disappointed, I mean.”

Caleb wrinkled his face, trying to think back. “We were just kissing normally I think… at one point I like, brushed against his side or something and I asked if he was ticklish and he said no and so I believed him and we just went back to kissing. But that was all that happened.”

Dr. Bright’s face cleared as he spoke and she coughed, sitting forward a little. “Well, that explains it. Most people have bad memories associated with being tickled. He probably thought you were going to try something.”

“No, but it wasn’t like…” Caleb struggled to explain what he felt. “I mean, I guess that could be it, but it didn’t feel like normal panic, you know? He was like, super freaked about it, more than you would be about just tickling. And he wasn’t just freaking out, he was also… kind of excited? Like, a mixture of anticipation and happiness and the butterflies, but all at once. What? You feel… weird now. Wait, why are you embarrassed?”

Dr. Bright chuckled, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, I just think I finally understand what’s happening here. You said he felt disappointed after?”

“Yeah.”

“Would you say that was after you failed to tickle him?”

Caleb thought about it. “Yeah I guess so.”

Dr. Bright folded her hands in front of her on the desk. “I think there’s a distinct possibility that Adam might have wanted you to tickle him and was then disappointed when you failed to initiate anything.”

Now Caleb was really confused. “Wait, but I thought you said people didn’t like tickling.”

“Generally no,” she agreed wryly. “I certainly wasn’t much of a fan of it myself as a child. But for some people it’s a method of bonding, something that brings them joy and reminds them of pleasant memories. It different for everyone. I remember Mark used to provoke people into tickle fights all the time. I could never understand it, but it was what made him happy. Maybe that’s so for Adam as well.”

Caleb frowned, thinking back on it. Could Adam really have wanted him to tickle him? And if so, what was he supposed to do about it? He thought about the expression on his face, that shy grin, the way he didn’t move away at first, waiting for Caleb to make the first move instead. When he thought about it like that, it started to make a little more sense.

They continued the rest of the session discussing football season and how he was getting along with his other classmates, random, trivial things that couldn’t hold Caleb’s full attention. His mind was still focused on the pressing information just revealed. He needed to see Adam. He left the session an hour later, rushing out the door with hasty goodbyes, already pulling out his phone to text Adam if he wanted to meet up later that day.

Two hours later, the two sat on Caleb’s bed and Caleb could feel the nervous energy radiating off Adam, inevitable after the words we need to talk.

“So,” Adam said, clearly trying to sound less nervous than he felt. “What, uh, what did you want to talk about?”

Sometimes Caleb hated his ability. It could be a nice insight on people, sure, but it could be a real pain in the ass other times, like when he needed to have a serious conversation and had to deal with the anxiety of two people combined all at once. The conversation was difficult enough already. “Do you remember the other day? You know, when I was over at your house and we were watching that movie, the one about that detective lawyer?”

Confusion, worry, amusement. “I hardly call it watching a movie if you’re sucking face with your best friend the whole time.”

Caleb snorted shakily. “Yeah, true. But uh, on that subject, I actually wanted to talk about what happened while we were making out. The. Um. The tickling, that is.”

Idiot.

He looked up at Adam hesitantly and was hit with the exact same feelings as the other day, only doubled somehow. Caleb felt like he wanted to claw off his own skin and then have the ground open up and swallow him. He could only imagine what it was like for Adam. Adam was staring at him with a wide-eyed deer-in-headlights expression, a dark flush slowly overtaking his face. He quickly looked down at his hands, picking at his nails.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, voice a cadence higher than usual. “What about it?”

“I sort of felt something,” Caleb explained slowly, trying to be gentle about it and ignore the panic coming off Adam in waves. He could see the other boy’s shoulders tensing. “There was, you know, panic, but you were also excited. Like, really excited.”

“Oh god,” Adam groaned.

“So I talked to Dr. Bright about it—”

Adam’s head shot up. “You talked to your therapist about it?” he exclaimed, gripping his arms. “That’s… that’s private stuff, Caleb! What, do you discuss our entire sex life with your therapist?”

Caleb decided now was not the best time to bring up the phone call with Dr. Bright. “No! I just thought she could provide some insight! I’m not the greatest at this deciphering feelings thing, in case you haven’t noticed. I didn’t realize you liked me for months.”

“I know that,” Adam said, a little bit hurt. “But you could have talked to me about it instead of bringing some random stranger into it.”

“Dr. Bright is not some random stranger,” Caleb countered defensively. “And I thought you would be too embarrassed to talk about it, or just deny it or something. The point is, she brought up some good points, and I think she’s right.”

“Right about what?” Adam asked warily.

“Adam, do you like to be tickled?”

Adam didn’t look at him. His face seemed permanently tinged red and he was still staring at the floor like he wished it would swallow him at any moment. After a moment of hesitation, he said, “M-Maybe? It’s not, um, like a weird thing or anything and you don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, I mean, I completely understand—”

“Adam.” He looked up into Caleb’s soft, understanding gaze. “It’s okay. I don’t think it’s weird.”

Adam frowned. “Y-You don’t?”

“No. I mean, maybe a little. But not any weirder than you already are.”

Adam snorted sarcastically, the sound coming out a bit too forced due to nerves. “Thanks, I feel so much better now.”

“No, that’s not what I—” Caleb broke off, frustrated. “I meant that it’s okay if it’s weird. Everyone’s a little bit weird. I like that you’re weird. And this is no different.”

Adam bit his lip, staring up at him skeptically. “You’re really okay with it?”

“Of course I am.” Caleb leaned forward, wrapping Adam into a hug. Adam stiffened at first but eventually relaxed into it, reaching his arms around him as well. “It means I get to discover a whole new part of you.”

After a moment Adam pulled away, nervously tugging at his sweatshirt. “This is so embarrassing. I mean, I’m glad that you’re cool with it and all, it just kind of sucks that my feelings give me away all the time.”

Caleb cringed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry about that. Kind of can’t help it though. Superpowers, remember?”

Adam sighed, giving him a tired smile. “I know. I’m more mad at myself than I am at you.”

He could still feel that anticipation, though it was slightly dampened now by relief and happiness, swirling around in Adam’s mix of feelings. Caleb hesitated for a moment, not sure if it was something he really wanted or if Caleb was just guessing wrong again. He had to ask though, just in case. “Do you want me to… you know…” he wiggled his fingers a bit for emphasis.

Adam blushed, burying his face in his hands. “Can you really tell?”

Caleb shrugged awkwardly. “Kinda? Not directly, but now that I know about it, it wasn’t that hard to put together.”

Adam peeked out from behind his fingers. “Are you okay with that? I mean yes, I do. Kind of. Yes. Do you want to?”

In answer Caleb tugged Adam closer by the hem of sweatshirt, pulling him so Caleb was sat right behind him. He slid his hands up his shirt, resting them on bare skin, and he felt Adam tense, goosebumps prickling along his skin.

“Cold hands!” Adam hissed.

“Oh yeah? How’s this for cold hands?”

Adam’s laughter was spectacular. At the beginning of their friendship it had been a rare thing, coming out only in sarcastic chuckles or a half-hearted huff. Then, as they got to know each other better and both began to open up, he got to hear more genuine laughter, the cute snort that came out whenever he wasn’t paying attention or the silent laughter he would slip into when Caleb made yet another stupid joke. But this laughter was different. It started out as sputtered giggles, Adam desperately trying to hold onto the last of his dignity as he struggled to stay still. Then Caleb discovered that his stomach made him absolutely dissolve and from then on it was a mess, Adam sliding down on Caleb’s lap, half-heartedly curling up as he cackled helplessly, batting away at his hands. It was genuine and carefree and Adam, and Caleb couldn’t believe Adam ever thought he would hate this side of him.

“Whahahait!” he squealed, his hands alternating from covering his face to flapping around uselessly. Caleb was repeatedly pinching his hipbone, each touch sending ticklish shocks throughout Adam’s body. “Noho, Cahahaleb!”

“You love it,” Caleb teased and Adam went bright tomato red, not denying him but instead dissolving into laughter once more. “I can’t believe I never knew you were ticklish. I’ll have to make up for lost time.”

“Ohoho my gohohod,” Adam giggled, arching back into him. “Ihihi—Ihihi cahahan’t! Tohohohoo muhuhuch!”

He whacked Caleb’s arm weakly, a non-official tap-out, and Caleb immediately backed off, wrapping his arms around Adam in a hug instead. Adam giggled quietly for a moment, twitching at every sudden moment, his arms wrapped protectively around his torso.

“You okay?” Caleb asked worriedly. Even if Adam did like it, he didn’t want to go too far.

“Yeah,” Adam assured him, entwining their fingers together around his stomach. “I just… wow. That was intense.”

Caleb nodded. “Yeah. I don’t understand how you were able to stand it. I’d never be able to hold still for that long.”

Adam slowly turned around, a familiar shit-eating grin on his face, and Caleb quickly realized his mistake. “You’re ticklish too? Caleb Michaels, big strong football player, is ticklish?”

Caleb was already backing away, holding his hands up in a position of surrender. “H-Hey now, this isn’t about me—no, wait, Adam no!”

Needless to say, the boys’ evening was filled with laughter and giggles, not that either of them minded, not really.

#tbs #the bright sessions #tickling #caleb michaels #adam hayes #caladam #tickle fic #podcasts

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jtsfavslut · 4 years

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The Wedding Planner

Description: The number one rule when it comes to wedding planning is 'Don't fall in love with either of your clients.' What if you already were?

Warnings: soft smut

Word Count: 3.4k+

"Lillie, cue the lights and get the bride for me, thanks," you spoke into your little Bluetooth thing allowing you to communicate with your entire without disturbing any of the guests.

You watched as the lights dimmed down and the music began playing as the bride and her father walked up to the altar, feeling proud of yourself for planning such a wedding at a short notice. Everyone was in awe when she passed the guests, she wanted a princess fantasy wedding, so you and your team gave her a princess fantasy.

"Y/N, everything is all set for the reception," Lillie whispered standing next to you while watching the ceremony as well.

"Thank you, I don't know how I could work without you," you sighed and she shook her head.

"I think you would do fine," she said, making you scoff.

"I don't think so. You're my assistant, you know how I like things to be done," you said and she nodded her head this time with a smile.

"Oh Lillie, we can't go to the reception today. We have an important appointment at the same time. We need to leave in around….. ten minutes," you paused to look at your watch, "so if you could please go over the reception one more time, while I finalize some stuff here, that would be great,"

"Okay, I'll meet you by the entrance," she said before quickly walking away nodding her head.

"Okay, guys! Great work today, as always," you said into the 'microphone' getting thanks from everyone, "I'll see you guys tomorrow at our meeting, bye guys,"

You grabbed your things from a small room where you were settled in and walked to your car where Lillie was waiting.

"So, who are we working for now?" she asked as you opened the car getting inside.

"Some big YouTuber and a model," you sighed turning on the car after putting your seatbelt on, "She was kinda cocky on the phone, I'm not gonna lie," you sighed making her chuckle.

"Aren't they all like that?" She asked and you shrugged.

"I don't know, but let's hope my judgment is wrong," you sighed making a few turns before pulling up to your office.

You've owned a Wedding Planning service for a couple of years now. You used to work for someone but you were the best of the best, so you decided to part ways, and it was going great. You've planned for many celebrities and important people, so your company was doing well.

"Is that her?" Lillie asked pointing to a brunette girl that was waiting by the door. "I think so," you replied with a shrug, and got out of the car with Lillie following close behind.

"Hi, how can we help you today?" you asked with a smile as you approached the girl.

"Hey, I'm Tylah, we had an appointment today," she said, returning your smile as you unlocked the door.

"It's great to meet you, sorry if we're late we just came back from a wedding," you apologized walking in as she shook her head.

"You guys are fine, in your defense this was a bit rushed," she said and you slowly nodded your head with a smile and walked her to your office.

"Okay, I'm just going to quickly explain how the process works, is that alright?" you asked and she nodded her head, "Okay, so, the first thing we do is look into venues or places of interest, and we also write important things down, to go over things that the bride and the groom want. After that, we go to the venues to help you pick one out, then we get into the actual planning since we have a clear image of the venue, then we go dress picking if you haven't done that already, flower picking, and my team will take care of all the decorations, while me and Lillie go over everything, and stay close with you, by that I mean we do the rehearsal, choreographies, train the best man for his speech and the maid of honor, and make sure you like everything before we bring the plan to live," you explained as she nodded her head and listened.

"That sounds great. When do we start?"

"We can start the first 'phase' tomorrow, is the groom coming in?" you asked and she nodded her head.

"Great, you can come in anytime in the morning, and I will be here, do you have any questions?" you asked.

"No I'm great, we'll come by at 7 if that's okay?" she said and you nodded your head.

"That's perfect, I'll see you tomorrow," you replied, getting up from your chair to walk her out.

"Thank you so much for doing this after I called out of nowhere," she said with a smile.

"It's okay, thank you for coming to us. Have a great day," you replied before she left the building.

"How was she?" Lillie asked, making you shake your head.

"She was actually really nice," you said with a smile. "Lillie you can go home now, make sure to be here before seven,"

"Okay, thank you. Make sure to eat something, you haven't eaten anything all day," she said and you nodded your head.

"I'll grab something on the way home," you replied, walking away to grab your stuff, "Drive safe," you shouted when you heard the door opening.

"You too," she shouted back.

The next day you were up at 5 am, getting ready and eating breakfast to be out the door by 6, and getting to your office at 6:30. You were never a person to be late, you were always on time, or before time, but never late. It's just how you were wired, which is great when it comes to planning stuff. For every event you plan, you have a schedule detailed to the last minute, wanting to give your clients their dream wedding. The wedding you never got to have, for a certain reason which motivated you to give them exactly what they want.

"Good morning Lillie, you ready for today?" you said as you walked inside your establishment to be met with Lillie.

"As always, did you eat anything?" she asked and you nodded your head. "Good, I don't want you passing out on me, again," she said, making you shake your head.

"I won't, I promise," you sighed before walking away to your office and setting everything up.

"Y/N, they're here," Lillie said, knocking on your door.

"Let em' in please," you said and she nodded her head before walking away.

"Good morning, how are we doing?" you asked once you felt people walking inside the room, not taking your eyes off the computer.

"We're good, how are you doing?" Tylah replied making you smile.

"I'm doing grea-," you began saying before looking up to be met with who you least expected to see. "I'm doing great, just fine," you continued after clearing your throat. That was a lie.

You weren't expecting to see him again. At least not in your office.

His eyes stared at you, while you tried to avoid all sorts of eye contact with him, so you tried to focus on Tylah as she spoke about the things she liked, and what was important to her.

Her phone started ringing and she excused herself before answering it, "I'm sorry guys but I have to go. You don't need me anymore anyways. Grayson, make sure the things you want matches with mine yeah?" he said before walking away leaving you and Grayson alone.

And after what seemed like hours of silence, you decided to speak.

"So Grayson, what things do you like? What do you need to have at your wedding?" you asked in your nicest tone while looking into your computer.

"Y/N, look at me," he sighed, and you looked up at the ceiling before turning to look at him, trying to hide any emotion you were feeling.

"Listen-," he began saying before you cut him off, shaking your head.

"- Grayson, please don't waste my time. Not again. So please tell me what you like so that I can write it down and we can start planning your wedding," you sighed shaking your head.

"I don't know what I like," he shrugged, making you sigh.

"Of course you don't," you whispered mainly to yourself, "What colors do you like the most, flowers, what's your aesthetic, just something?"

"I like green, and minimalist," he said and you nodded your head, and typed it into the computer, and turned off your heart for the day, and the next 6 months.

"How about flowers?" you asked and he shook his head.

"None, after what you told me, I don't like any," he whispered and you nodded your head.

"Well, that was my personal opinion, flowers are not actually for dead people Grayson," you chuckled.

"I know, but as you said, they die, just like people," he replied and you shrugged.

"Yeah, anyway. Do you have any place where you want this to take place? And areas that interest you, for the uh- for the honeymoon?" you asked, the words, the words getting stuck in the back of your throat.

"I don't know. What did Tylah say?" he asked.

"She said an afternoon in Paris," you said trying to hold back a laugh as you read, "have walks around all the parks, and visit all the restaurants and clubs,"

"I don't want to do that," he whispered and you shook your head.

"Let me guess, yeah? You would rather go to Australia or Hawaii, without any clubs," you said and he slowly nodded his head.

"I'll see what I can do, and come up with an agreement where you both get what you want," you added, writing it down on a sticky note.

"I'm sorry," he said and you looked at him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean this. This must be weird for you, planning your ex's honeymoon," he said and you shook your head.

"It is weird, but what's weirder is planning a wedding and then having to plan another one with that same Groom but this time with the first bride's sister," you said, making his eyes widen.

"I'm not even going to ask questions," he said and you nodded your head.

"Yeah, it was a struggle, but it is what it is," you shrugged before closing your laptop. "Anyways, I'll see you guys after tomorrow to go and visit the venues," you sighed before getting up from your seat.

After Grayson left, you quickly called Lillie into your office.

"Lillie, you're gonna have to take over this wedding for me," you sighed and she gave you a look.

"What do you mean? Did you break the rules? It's too soon," she said and you shook your head.

"No, it's been broken. Remember the story I told you," you said and she nodded her head.

"It's him, Lillie. It's Grayson. And now he's getting married and I'm the planner," you sighed as tears threatened to spill.

"But you don't love him right?"

"I do, Lillie. I never stopped. That's why you have to plan it, I'll come up with an excuse as to why I can't do it," you said wiping the few tears that managed to escape.

"I can't Y/N, I'm sorry, she asked for you specifically, she wants the best wedding planner in the state, and that's you," you said and you shook your head.

"I don't think I can continue this. He left me after I had everything planned he left me, and I don't think I can plan this without breaking down halfway," you sighed before taking a sip of your water.

"Yes you can," you said standing next to grabbing on your shoulders to make you look at her, "pretend you hate him. Make yourself believe you hate him, even if you don't, at least until the wedding is over," she said and you nodded your head. "You never told me the full story. Do you want to talk about it, it might help?"

"Well, we started dating in High School, then he had to leave but we stayed strong, even after he had to fly to LA and go to Jersey all the time. When he finally moved to LA, we made it work, I was still in school and he was out here doing what he had to. Graduation came around and I got into Stanford so I moved out here with him. A couple of months later, he proposed and we got engaged. We planned our wedding all by yourself, and three months later he called it off. In his car."

Flashback:

"Y/N, can we talk?" he asked you as he pulled into his driveway.

"Sure, is everything okay? Did something happen?" you asked, taking off your seatbelt and turning to look at him.

"I just, I just think we're rushing a bit," he said, his words hitting your heart with a knife.

"What do you mean," you asked, your voice coming out broken.

"I think we should take a break," he said, his tone cold and bitter.

Breaking your heart with every word he spat.

"Grayson, you can't ask someone to marry you and then ask for a break. That's not how it works. You can't ask me to marry you and say we're rushing. We've been together for 5 almost six years, how are we rushing?" you asked, anger clouding your mind.

"Because I don't want to be with you anymore," he spat, finally crushing your heart.

"So why the fuck did you take me on a fucking date tonight? Why the fuck did you ask me to marry you? You don't lose feelings for a person in month Grayson. Why the hell did you ask me to marry you, and move in with you when you don't fucking want me?" you slightly shouted before getting out of the car, walking to who knows where in the rain.

That night you walked for what seemed years but was only a couple hours. You found a hotel and stayed there. Never wanting to see Grayson Dolan in your life.

You cried and cried. You cried until no tears came out. Cried until your sobs could no longer be heard. You cried until you felt nothing.

He broke you, for no absolute reason. He came up with a fantasy and shared it with you, only to take away and crush you.

You wondered if you've done anything if you hurt him in any way. But you just couldn't come up with an answer.

Mainly because you never did.

You did nothing but love him. You were there for him. Always. You stopped studying just to listen to his rants. You gave him advice. You tried to help him in every way you could.

But clearly, that wasn't enough.

The way he spat the words replayed on your mind over and over.

'Because I don't want to be with you anymore,' was engraved on your brain for months.

What hurt the most was the way he just didn't care about you. He didn't bother to look for you. He didn't care whether you were safe or not. He didn't care about anything.

Back to reality:

"That's fucked up," she sighed and you nodded your head.

"What's more fucked up is that I still love him," you sighed and shook your head, "I tried to force myself into hating him, for breaking me, for crushing my heart," you sighed laying your head on your desk.

"But I couldn't because, for the bad things he did, the good things outweigh them. Each and every time. Every time I thought of when he hurt me, I remembered all the good times, all the times he loved me. All the times he flew me over or flew to Jersey. But he claimed we rushed, but now he's getting married, a year after he left me?" you sighed and finally left the tears fall.

"I just don't understand what I did wrong. I gave him my all Lillie, I gave him everything times one hundred and that wasn't enough. And what hurt the most was the way he said it, "Because I don't want to be with you anymore," he said it so carelessly, so bitter, like if he never wanted me in the first place. Like if he hated me," you sobbed and she moved to the side to hug you.

"Y/N, from what you're telling me, you did nothing wrong," she sighed, running her hands through your hair.

"So why did he leave me? If I was enough, why did he leave me?"

"Because he doesn't deserve you. Because you'll always be better than he ever was," you said and you shook your head.

"And why does it still hurt? Why is he back in my life," you sighed sniffling.

"I don't know. But remember how you told me there's a reason behind every time? Then there's a reason behind why he's back in your life. And it's up to you to figure it out," she said and you nodded your head.

"Thank you. I'm gonna go home for the day, can you stay here today?" you asked and she nodded your head.

You went home and cried again. You cried in the shower. You cried as you made yourself dinner, you cried while watching a sad movie that you put on to make yourself even sadder, and you cried as you fell asleep, until a knock on your door woke you up.

"What are you doing here?" you gasped as you opened your door to be met with him.

"I can't stop thinking about you," he sighed and you shook your head.

"No, no, please don't do this," you sighed shaking your head. "How did you get my address?"

"That's not the point, Y/N. The point is that I never stopped thinking about you, I never did," he said making you sob.

"Grayson please, you can't do this. You're engaged, you're getting married. Please don't hurt me again," you shook your head, trying to close the door before he stopped you by slamming his lips against yours.

Your hands moved up, getting tangled in his hair as he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, as he walked inside and closed the door with his foot.

He laid you down on the couch, his lips moving down to your neck, instantly finding the spot that always made you melt.

Your hands moved from his neck to the hem of his shirt, signaling to take it off, which he did, following with yours.

And piece by piece, all pieces of clothing were discarded and thrown on the ground.

"Ready?" he asked and you softly nodded your head. A gasp falling past your lips when you felt him push.

"Fuck I missed you," he groaned at the feeling of you clenching around him, making you moan.

"Gray," you moaned clutching on to his shoulder as his lips drew small marks on your neck.

And after all the bliss and good feeling moments, you felt disgusting.

Whatever happened was not enough to overpower whatever you were feeling about yourself.

"No. no. no, what did I do?" you asked yourself after slipping your clothes back on.

"Grayson what did we do? We shouldn't have done that, oh my God," you started freaking out before Grayson moved towards you and grabbed your hands.

"It's okay, she did it to me too," he shrugged and you shook your head.

"No, it's wrong, and did you just use me to get back at her?"

"What? No, I told you I missed you," he said and you shook your head.

"Well, you can't miss me. I can't believe I just did that, that's rule number five," you whispered. "Grayson you need to leave please,"

"What?"

"I said you need to leave. We've already done more than enough. This is not professional at all, and I can't risk losing everything so please leave, before you hurt me more than you have and before you hurt her too," you getting up from the couch and walking to the door.

"What about what you want?" he said, making you let out a sarcastic chuckle.

"What I wanted died years ago, and now I need you to leave and to never speak of this again,"

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years

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What a Time to be Alive - Diego Hargreeves x reader

Chapter 5- Valhalla

Summary: The gala was fun and all, a mild exception being when you almost got choked out by one of the Swedes. For the time being, you and Diego get a surprise visit by the rest of the Hargreeves.

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“You know, I’m starting to get the feeling Dads avoiding us.” Five says frustrated, looking on as the cars continue to hastily leave the ruined party.

“Yeah, no shit.” You mumble back at him, fixing your dress, as you happen to notice how it now has a nice clean rip where the shoulder seam should be together. In the face of danger all accessories are temporarily forgotten, oh well, you didn’t even like the dress anyways, to constricting.

“Hate to be the boring one, guys, but, uh, it’s time to get the hell out of here.” Says Lila as she walks into view from behind some bushes and a brick wall, continuing to walk past all of you until she reaches the pavement, stopping to turn around and usher you three to follow.

“When you say “we,” who exactly are you referring to?” Challenges Five.

“Not a lot of ambiguity in that sentence.” Replies Lila, shrugging him off.

“Listen, I don’t know who you are or where you came from, but whatever it is, I’d advise you return posthaste.” Five says, using that pushy tone of his again, done with Lila’s falsities.

“She’s right Five we gotta get outta here.” Mutters Diego, looking around slightly nervously.

“I just saved your life, you kinder-shit. If I hadn’t stepped in, all that would be left of you is a blazer and some bloody socks.” She snaps back.

“That’s the problem. You’re too good. You ask too many questions. You know too much. And you fight like you know what you’re doing.” Five says making a compelling point. You eye her up suspiciously.

“He’s not wrong.” You tell her, equally as conflicted as to who or what she truly is.

“So I know how to handle myself. And that makes me the bad guy?” She questions calmly like what we’re saying is absolutely ridiculous.

“Whoever you are, you’re in my way. If I see you again, I will kill you.” States Five seriously, with restrained anger flashing in his eyes as he gives her a last dirty look before walking away back to Elliot’s house.

Looking to you and Diego in disbelief, she turns to go walking a couple of feet before turning back to the both of you. “Guys come on we have to go.” She urges.

“I was getting my ass handed to me back there. You helped Five, not me.” He questions walking in closer to here accusingly.

“Because he’s a kid and you’re a man. Bloody act like one for god sakes, Y/N didn’t appear to need any help. If I remember correctly.” She says in defense, trying to get her point across without giving herself away.

Nodding Diego walks past her. You look up at her pleading eyes and look down for a second thinking of what to do. Making up your mind, you purse your lips together, walking past her as well.

“Y/N, really?” She pleads, knowing she’s losing the battle. You turn to her.

“I liked you Lila, you were fun to hang around with for awhile, I’ll admit. But we know nothing about you, and shits gotten weirder then ever. And right now I can sense that your lying to us, I wouldn’t even have to look at you to know that, I can practically smell it.” You explain to her without much remorse, you knew something was up after all, and nothing is getting in the way of your family’s safety. If she happens to be with the wrong people, that is.

You stare at her for a second more before turning around and following Diego. Tired of all the crazy shit you’d endured at the party.

“Oh, come on. Y/N? Diego? Really? You’re just gonna walk away?” She yells, as Diego starts to make a beeline for the woods. You ignore her calls as you jump over the thigh high stone wall and into the woods you go.

——

The next morning you and Diego get a surprise visit from Luther, someone whom you haven’t seen in a year and a half. After greetings are said, he walks in hungry as ever. So now here you are in Elliot’s kitchen as Luther makes himself a ridiculously large amount of scrambled eggs. You, Diego, Five, and Luther in the midst of a discussion on everything that’s happened up until now.

Smelling the delicious scent of scrambled eggs you sit on the kitchen table with your boots on the chair, looking between Diego and Luther who’s currently cooking said eggs at the moment. Watching as Diego paces back and forth heated about the ass kicking you, Five, and himself received last night.

“No, no, no, I don’t understand. They keep following me and Y/N. Those Dutch fuckers.” Diego points out, attempting to explain his thoughts to Five.

Wait, who?” Wonders Luther, trying to keep up with what’s going on.

“Some Swedish sociopaths.” You answer bluntly.

“Precisely Y/N, atleast one of you is paying attention.” Turning to Diego he continues, “They’re hired guns paid to eradicate us before we do anymore damage to the timeline.”

“Yeah, but why now? I mean I’m fine for three months until you showed up.” Diego growls, snapping his fingers angrily at Five’s unflinching form.

“Yeah, I was here for a year and no one messed with me.” Luther adds, focusing on the eggs he’s still cooking.

Pointing to Five you reply, “Luther’s got a point. I was here for almost two years and I haven’t been randomly hunted down by anyone. Then you show up and I get put in a choke-hold.” You say raising an eyebrow at him.

“Even if it was my fault, which it isn’t, we only have six days before the end of the world, and the closest anyone’s gotten to Dad was that driveway at the consulate.” Comments Five, glancing between the three of you.

Quietly Luther speaks up, “Well that’s not exactly true.” He says with a sigh, looking at the wall before turning to your guys’ confused faces.

“What do you mean?” Asks Five, stepping in closer.

“You didn’t?” He looks away from your prying gaze, he did.

“I saw him.” Luther says, looking nervously at you three, like a child getting caught with a frog in his pocket. He then proceeded to go on a long and boring story about how he traveled back to the Umbrella Academy, talked with Sir Reginald Hargreeves himself, only to get shot down and sternly told to leave. Of course that’s what was going to happen, idiot, he doesn’t even know who you are.

Sitting to Luther’s right and Diego to his left with Five in a chair to your back left. You slouch leaning your arms against the table, propping your head up with your right arm, as you lean against the wall. Listening to the two converse about his misfortunes.

“That’s pathetic.” Diego tells Luther bluntly.

“Yeah, well at least he didn’t shank my ass.” He mumbles, mouth full of scrambled eggs.

“No, bro, he shanked your heart.” Diego says in the most sincere voice you’ve heard in awhile.

Snorting with amusement from your side of the table, you add bluntly, “Well it wouldn’t be the first time.” Gaining a chuckle from Diego and an eye roll from Five.

“Mhm, hilarious.” Luther replies sarcastically, continuing to scarf down more eggs.

Walking into the doorway to the kitchen, Elliot stops, looking confused at Luther. “Is that my bathrobe?” Staring up at him like a deer in the headlights he says innocently, “No”

“Look, who cares what he shanked? He knows something about time travel.” Interrupts Five, talking to the three of you.

“Uh, wait, why don’t we just do your thing and, uh, time travel us out?” Wonders Elliot.

Standing up visibly frustrated, not really caring enough to explain himself anymore, Five asks the three of you sitting down. “Anyone care to explain?”

Luther looks up at Elliot ready to clarify why, “First time he tried, he got lost in the apocalypse.” Diego adding, “Second time, he ended up without hair on his balls.”

“Last time I tried it, I scattered my family across three years in Dallas, Texas, possibly triggering a doomsday.” Five says, while making himself a cup of coffee. “Anymore questions, Elliot?”

“Uh, no.” Studders Elliot, finally getting the point.

“You’re all missing the big picture. Dad is the ringleader of a sinister cabal that’s planning to kill the president.” Diego says sternly.

“A cabal?” Luther asks, confused again.

“Ignore him” You tell Luther, earning a glare from Diego, you smile at him innocently.

“Look, the way I see it, we only have one option.” States Five.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Questions Luther, half sarcastically.

“It’s time to get the Umbrella Academy back together.” Five says in all seriousness.

“Hell yeah, family meeting.” Diego grins, looking at you, you lift an arm up in reply.

“Why not?”

——

Sitting in the upstairs area near the balcony are Diego, Luther, Vanya, and Elliot, who’s trying to explain the workings and history of jello to everyone. No one really caring enough to listen to his rambling about how it’s made. Meanwhile, you stand looking down at the doors in excited anticipation for your long lost friends.

You listen as they bicker from behind you, Diego still salty about getting the life sucked out of him by Vanya’s energy tentacles, finally they make their peace and you smile to yourself. Proud that he’s matured a bit since then, knowing old Diego probably wouldn’t even be talking to her right now. Hearing the sound of a bell ring, you look up to the doors and spot Five, Allison, and Klaus making their way inside. Shouting their own greetings not catching sight of the rest of you just yet. Now finally looking up, they spot the four of you and shock instantly arrives on their faces, everyone looking at each other with dumbfounded smiles.

“Oh, wow. I know this is impossible, but, did we all get sexier?” Klaus wonders his eyes landing on each of you. You smile at him, missing his stupid humor.

The four of you walk quickly down the steps, grateful to have the whole family back together again. You rush up to Klaus, engulfing him a bear huge. “I missed my partner in crime.” You tell him smiling like an idiot. Breaking away, still holding onto your arms he adds, “Ah my dear, how I’ve missed our Friday night margarita parties.” Smiling at you, Diego then comes in for a brotherly greeting himself. “Oh, you are drunk.”

“Yeah. No, just a little...just a few.” He says glancing at you for a second. You grin shaking your head at him, typical Klaus. He then turns to participate in a group hug with Vanya and Allison. You speed walk over, stretching your arms along with him, engaging in the friendly hug as well. Collecting yourselves together again, you stand back grateful for everyone still being alive and well.

“Klaus. Is Ben here?” Five questions, gathering the attention of everyone.

Putting a hand on his hip he casually says, “Oh, uh...no. No, unfortunately, ghosts can’t time travel.” He says, as he looks around to all of you, avoiding your gaze. You then hear an oddly aggravated whisper as the air pricks with static. Only you notice it, turning to the empty chairs you smirk. You know Ben’s here. Even though you can’t see the dead like Klaus can, whenever he’s around you and as long as he’s not to intoxicated, are you able feel the presence of the ghosts that follow him.

“Y/N is this true?” Five asks you, not completely believing him.

Winking at the chair you turn back to Five, glancing at Klaus for a second. As he rolls his eyes at you. “Everyone’s accounted for. Alive. And dead.” You state.

“All right, then. Let’s get down to business.” Five ends with, starting to walk up the stairs. Never one to mess around for too long, huh.

——

Everyone stares at Five as he begins to apologize for stranding us all here in the 60′s. Then he goes on to confirm about this new apocalypse and whatnot. Surprising Klaus, evidently leading to the discovery of his cult that he apparently somehow started, not that you’re that stunned, if we’re being honest.

Five then shows the picture of Sir Reginald standing on the grassy knoll, Diego fully believing him to be the cause of Kennedy’s death, and Five saying it could be something else entirely. You agreeing with the the more probable explanation of Fives. He does express the fact that no one really knows shit about anything quit yet either, so how could we know it’s actually Reginald on the grassy knoll.

Diego then starts rambling about how the assassination and the apocalypse have to do with their dad, yet again. Five cutting in with his own calculated approach.

“But we know something changes the timeline, we have to make this right.”

“Yeah, but how, if we don’t know what’s broken?” Adds Allison, who’s sitting next to Vanya on the couches large plushy armrest. Klaus sipping a glass of beer or something of the like behind them.

“Come on, do the math. We know Dad’s having shady-ass meetings with some shady-ass people. We know he’s on the grassy knoll in three days to kill the president.” He says looking at everyone, trying to convince them. “So I think we know what we have to do.” He says, walking over to Five after delivering that dramatic line.

Both of them speak at the same time.

“Find Dad.” Says Five.

“Kill Dad.” Says Diego, with slight aggression, your eyebrows raise in surprise.

Everyone looks up at him, confusion clearly written on every single one of your faces. You honestly weren’t expecting Diego to throw the whole ship out to sea. He wants to kill the old fart huh, yeah that’s not gonna fuck up the timeline or anything.

“None of us are supposed to be here, right? I mean, what if it’s us? Has anyone here done anything to screw up the timeline?” Questions Vanya who gets nothing but nervous glances from mostly everyone. You included.

“Diego and Y/N, have been stalking Lee Harvey Oswald.” Blurts out Luther.

“I was an unwilling accomplice.” You retort, sneering at him.

“And you’re working for Jack Ruby.” Diego cuts in defensively.

Klaus speaks up adding, “Allison has been very involved in local politics.” He says, while laying comfortably on the couch.

“Okay, you started a cult.” She snaps back.

“And I’m a nanny on a farm. I don’t have anything to do with all of that.” Vanya says calmly.

“Well, maybe you do, we just don’t know yet.” Allison adds.

Diego whistles bringing the attention of everyone back to him. “Listen to yourselves. Everything in our new lives is connected to Kennedy. That can’t be a coincidence. Luther works for Ruby, Allison is protesting the government, Dad is on the grassy knoll, Klaus is...” he pauses for a second. “Doing something weird and pervy but probably related. See, clearly we were all sent back here for one special reason: saving John Fitzgerald Kennedy.” Diego rambles completely serious about his mindset on Kennedy and the real reason why you are all here. I’m in love with an idiot, you think. Opening your mouth to state your opinion, the rest of them doing the same. Five sits back in thought, sick of all his siblings and yours nonsense.

Sitting up quickly, Five interrupts sadly, “Guys, you all die. Even Y/N. I was there. I saw it. And I wanna forget it, but I can’t.” Everyone shuts up listening to him talk about the end of the world. “I saw Russian nukes vaporize the world with all of you in it...in a war that never happened until we brought it here. And Hazel gave his life to save us, so you may need to shut up and just listen to me.” Everyone looks on concerned and nervous, letting the hard truth about the future set in. “I don’t know if things we’ve experienced here are all connected. I don’t know if there’s a reason for everything. But Dad will. We need to talk to him before everyone and everything we know is dead.”

Pondering the words Five just said to everyone, Luther suddenly gets up. “Okay, I’m out.”

Frustrated Five raises his voice, “Did you even hear me, Luther?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I did. I heard a 58-year-old man who still wants his daddy to come and fix everything. Well you can count me out. It’s time we all grew the hell up.” Grumbles Luther, frustrated with everyone and the idiotic idea of going to Sir Reginald for help.

Standing behind the opposite couch of Allison and Vanya, you turn to Five vexed by what he just told you, raising your voice slightly. “Did you get knocked on your head as a child, I mean all of you, seriously? When has Sir Reginald-stick-up-his-ass-Hargreeves ever legitimately helped us do anything?” You pushed, trying to make a point. “Even though I thought I’d never say this actual sentence in my entire life, I’m with Luther. Fuck that old monocle wearing dipshit. I’m out.” You huff pissed off. How could they all actually agree to meeting up with him, like he’s gonna talk it out and everyone’s gonna be A-Okay again, no way. You lived in the Umbrella Academy for seven years. It wasn’t what one would call, a walk in the park.

Everyone’s eyes are on you by the time you’ve finished your passionate rant, all looking very perplexed by your outburst. Your opinionated eruptions aren’t anything new, as you’ve always stood up for yourself and what you believe in, but. You sadly understood that even as grown up as they all are, they still seek guidance in the old man. Luther’s right, it’s time they’ve all gotten their shit together.

“Alright then.” Luther adds turning to walk towards the stairs, you hot on his tail. Hearing the calls from everyone else for you two to come back, you ignore them. Even when Diego gets up, questioning the both of you.

“Don’t.” You glare at him darkly, not wanting to hear any more bullshit about JFK or Reginald.

In a flash, Five teleports directly in front of Luther, blocking your exit down the steps.

“No one leaves until we figure this out.” Five says, a stern expression on his determined face.

Sighing, Luther grabs his uniform, picking him up and throwing him off the staircase. Where Five teleports somewhere before he can hit the hard, tiled floor below.

——

Walking down the side street, next to Luther you keep your eyes forward not wanting to hear anything Diego tries to tell you. Taking the hint, Diego decides to talk to Luther instead. “What’s going on with you, big boy?”

“Ugh, leave me alone, Diego.” Grunts Luther, keeping his eyes forward and locked onto the street ahead of him.

“Huh? So, what, you’re just gonna sucker punch Five and haul ass, huh.” Looking to you, he continues not being able to stop himself. “And don’t even get me started on you, I mean really, you follow me around and then decide to throw in the towel.” He questions dangerously, honestly a bit annoyed that this whole time you were never really on board for saving the president.

You roll your eyes, about to let him have it. “I’m not stepping anywhere near that old fuck. We could handle ourselves, if the rest of you weren’t complete fucking idiots.” You snap.

Grumbling something incomprehensible, he turns to Luther. “You got a legitimate reason for walking out on us?”

“Look, maybe trying to stop doomsday is exactly what starts it. Did you ever think of that?”

“Oh, so we do nothing? Since when are you a quitter?” Challenges Diego.

“Since the last time I destroyed the world by overestimating my own importance.” Luther exclaims, defensively.

“So this is about you never living up to the old man’s expectations bullshit, huh?” Says Diego, trying to keep up with the two of you who are walking quit briskly down the side street.

Luther scoffs, “Maybe. I don’t know, I mean we’re all crazy where Dad’s concerned.”

“Oh, I’m not.” Adds Diego smiling. Yeah okay hot stuff keep telling yourself that, you think, forcing yourself to hold it in. “He’s an asshole. I’m awesome, and Y/N would agree with me too, if she wasn’t so moody. It’s all very simple. You have to understand that, okay?” Diego says smartly, so damn sure of himself.

Stopping at the sidewalk you cross your arms turning to Diego. “So why can’t you leave JFK alone then, hmm?” You look up expectantly, raising an eyebrow as wait for the truth.

He pauses for a moment, “I’m a hero. Heroes stop crime.” He tells you earnestly, not a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Shaking your head at him you take a deep breath, Luther coming to your aid. “No, no, no. No, Dad told you you’re a hero. Right? He told all of us. But what if he lied? What if we’re just a bunch of freaks who have no business changing the world.” Shouts Luther.

“No, everyone changes the world, Luther. Everyone. And it’s scary, but that’s kinda the deal. You know, your so goddamn big, sometimes I forget what a sensitive bastard you are.” Making eye contact with you he continues, “It’s all gonna work out. We’re on the right path.”

“You sound like a religious cat poster.”

“Oh, yeah? How do you know?” Asks Luther confused and frustrated.

Deciding to draw their attentions to something more important, you state an unseen but obvious fact, one that you’ve been silently tracking since the three of you left Elliot’s place. “Hey dipshit’s, there’s a long black car that’s been following us since we left Elliot’s.” They look at you confused for a second. “Six o’clock.”

Luther turns around as a mysterious black vehicle rolls up to you three. The driver getting out and pulling a piece of paper from his inner suite pocket. Handing it to Diego, who takes it cautiously.

Cutting it open with one of his knifes, he begins to read it aloud, “To my pursuers: I, Reginald Hargreeves...request the pleasure of your company for a light supper on the 20th of November, 1963, half past seven o’clock, 1624 Magnolia Street.” He finishes, looking up at the two of you.

“A light supper?” Luther wonders.

Luther and Diego then turn to you, Diego with a dumb smirk plastered across his face, you roll your eyes and hang your head back in defeat. “Goddammit.” You deadpan.

“Anyone hungry?” Luther randomly asks, you guessing it’s his attempt at lighting up the mood.

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Those Five Years

ao3

You’d think that for people who had been alive for nearly a century, five years wouldn’t have much of an impact, but you would be sorely mistaken. A lot can happen in five years. Bucky didn’t exactly know what happened in those five years, but he knew something had changed. Sam didn’t seem to remember either, so Bucky knew that asking him would be a dead end.

Steve was a whole other problem to Bucky. Before he dusted, Bucky knew that he wasn’t the person that Steve had known before the war, and he was certain that he had changed even more. He wasn’t sure how, but he knew that he had changed, and he knew that he needed to tell Steve that.

Bucky waited until everything died down after the battle and the funerals to sit down and have a conversation with Steve. When Bucky told Steve that they needed to talk, it seemed like Steve also had something to say, so they decided to kill two birds with one stone.

“So,” Steve said, looking at Bucky who was pacing back and forth in the guest room that he, Steve, and Sam were sharing. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Five years?” Bucky asked. Steve nodded. “I don’t remember them at all. I know that there’s something there because I keep having weird deja vu, but I can’t remember any of it.”

“What’s the deja vu like?” Steve asked. Bucky thought about it for a moment before he answered.

“I think I met someone there,” Bucky explained, causing Steve to raise his eyebrows. “I feel like I really bonded with someone, and now that I’m back, I feel like there’s this hole.”

“I, um, I get that,” Steve responded, looking at the ground. “That’s how it was for me after I came out of the ice. It didn’t take me long to remember that the person I left behind was Peggy.”

“Right, Peggy,” Bucky murmured. He let out a breath. “It, uh, it hurt a lot when you fell in love with Peggy. I didn’t understand how you could’ve fallen out of love with me that quickly, but I think I might get it now. You don’t need to feel guilty anymore, though. I know that’s what all these years have been. You were fighting so hard for me because you felt like you left me behind to be with her, and then you felt even worse because I was alive and you didn’t know. You don’t need to feel guilty anymore because I know what it’s like to meet another person and fall in love.”

“In love?” Steve asked with a smirk. Bucky blushed slightly. “That’s not all it was, you know. I still loved you. I still love you. I was fighting for you because you were my first love and my best friend. I’m always going to love you.”

“I know,” Bucky responded, a soft smile on his face. “I’m always going to love you too. Always. But it’s not fair to keep trying to make this work if there are other people out there for us.”

“Wait, how did you know?” Steve questioned. Bucky let out a chuckle.

“Please, Steve, I know you better than anyone. The second I heard about the time travel, I knew that you were going to go back to her,” Bucky explained. Now, it was Steve’s turn to blush.

“And you’re not upset?”

“Of course not. You need to be with your love, and I probably need to figure out who mine is.”

“Oh, right. Who do you think it could be?” Steve wondered. Bucky shrugged.

“I have no idea. It could be literally anyone,” Bucky stated. Just then, Sam walked into their shared room.

“All done here, old folks?” he asked. Steve and Bucky both rolled their eyes. “Who’s sharing a bed?”

“Buck?” Steve questioned. The easy answer would be him and Steve. They shared beds together for their entire life. However, there was something inside of Bucky that was screaming Sam, Sam, Sam .

“You have a big day tomorrow,” Bucky told Steve. “Sam and I can share tonight.”

“Alright,” Steve said with a knowing smile. Bucky wasn’t sure what Steve knew, but he sure as hell knew something. “I’ll probably hit the hay then. I’ll see you both in the morning.”

“Goodnight,” Sam said, walking over to his side of the bed.

“Night, Stevie,” Bucky echoed, shooting Steve a smile. He began to pull his hair up into a half-up, half-down bun.

“When did you start wearing your hair like that?” Sam questioned. “You had it like that during the battle too.”

“I’m not sure,” Bucky answered. Thinking about it now, he had no idea why he did it. It seemed like second nature, but he never did it before he went into the soul stone. “Wait, why are you being so nosy about my hair?”

“I’m not being nosy, man,” Sam scoffed. “I’m just being observant.”

“Did you observe that it looks good?” Bucky asked as he got into bed next to Sam. Sam looked at Bucky’s hair again.

“Well, I’m not saying that it doesn’t look good,” Sam responded finally. He smirked at Bucky. “Goodnight, man bun.”

“Yeah, goodnight, pigeon.”

...

Sam never exactly looked forward to his dreams at night. To him, a good night of sleep was a dreamless one. As he closed his eyes that night, he was immediately transported somewhere else, and he knew that it wasn’t going to be one of those nights tonight. It didn’t really feel like a dream though.

He was in a house that he never saw before, but it felt like he lived there for a considerable amount of time. Then, he heard someone groan.

“Bucky?” Sam asked, walking into what he assumed was a living room. “What are you grumbling about?”

“My stupid hair,” Bucky responded, pushing it out of his face. Sam tried to hide a smirk. “Don’t fucking laugh at me, Wilson.”

“I’m not laughing at all,” Sam said, most definitely holding back a laugh. “Why don’t you cut it?”

“Are you crazy? My hair is beautiful. It would be a sin to cut it,” Bucky stated. Sam rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, okay, Jesus,” he joked. Then, he thought of something. “Wait a second. This might work at least until we see Wanda later tonight and can ask her for some hair ties.”

Sam walked into the kitchen and grabbed a rubber band from the junk drawer before returning back to the living room to find a very confused Bucky.

“Do you want it all up or just some of it?” Sam asked. Bucky shrugged. “Alright, I’ll leave some down. Turn so I can sit behind you.”

Bucky shifted on the couch so that Sam could sit behind him. Sam began to comb Bucky’s hair back with his fingers and assemble it into a pile.

“Okay, this isn’t technically meant for hair, so it might hurt a bit,” Sam explained before wrapping the rubber band around Bucky’s hair, causing him to grimace. “I warned you.”

“Shut up,” Bucky said, getting up and walking to the bathroom to look at his hair.

“You could’ve thanked me first,” Sam teased, Bucky locking eyes with him through the mirror. They shared a smile. “Like it?”

“Love it,” Bucky responded. “Thank you.”

All of a sudden, Sam was being sucked out of the bathroom and brought to what he could only assume was his bedroom. He was sitting on the bed when Bucky walked out of the bathroom. Sam thought it was weird that Bucky would be in his bathroom, but he shook it off.

“Hey, have you seen any hair ties?” Bucky asked. Sam shrugged, but he was smirking slightly. “Come on, Wanda will kill me if I ask for any more.”

“I might know where you have some,” Sam offered. “I might also have one right now.”

“Oh, really?” Bucky asked, moving closer to Sam. “Are you going to give it to me?”

“You’re going to have to ask nicely,” Sam told him. Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Can I please have the hair tie?” Bucky asked. Sam stood up from the bed and pulled the hair tie off his wrist. “Hot.”

“Hot?” Sam asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, it’s hot that you have that on your wrist for me. Like you’re always ready to take care of me,” Bucky explained. Sam put his hands on Bucky’s shoulders and turned him around.

“I am always ready to take care of you,” Sam told him, before tying Bucky’s hair up just the way he liked it. Then, he dropped a kiss on Bucky’s neck. “I ever tell you how hot you look like this?”

“Only every single time,” Bucky said, turning around and kissing Sam on the lips. “Well, not the first time, but in your defense, we weren’t together back then.”

“Because we were stupid,” Sam said against Bucky’s lips. “I have no idea how I ever lived without you.”

Sam shot up in bed. He looked around the room and saw that it was still dark, and both Steve and Bucky were still asleep. He looked down at Bucky and saw his little bun. His heart did a flip. Whatever he just experienced was not a dream, and he had no idea what it meant.

…

It wasn’t long until Steve and Bucky woke up. Steve wanted to get on the time travel road early. Sam was already up and out of bed when Bucky got up. Bucky had the urge to ask him why he was up so early, but the only thing weirder than Sam’s sleeping habits was Bucky picking up on them. He had no idea why he noticed such a thing, and more than that, he was incredibly confused about why he cared. Then, out of nowhere, Bucky remembered something.

“Sam,” Bucky groaned, rolling over in bed. He was feeling for something that wasn’t there. “Where the hell are you?”

Bucky rubbed his eyes and slowly got out of bed. He padded barefoot into the kitchen and saw Sam sitting on the couch with his knees to his chest. Bucky frowned before walking over and sitting a few feet away from him.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked sincerely. “If you needed space you could’ve kicked me out. It’s your bed after all.”

“No, it’s our bed,” Sam whispered, not looking at Bucky. “I had a nightmare.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you know you can talk to me about that sort of thing. That’s what we do. We help each other through that crap.”

“I know,” Sam murmured. “It’s just that...the nightmare was about Riley. I get those sometimes, and I didn’t want you to think that you’re just a replacement for him or something.”

“I could never think that,” Bucky replied, putting a hand on Sam’s knee. “I know that you’re always gonna love Riley, and a part of me is always going to love Steve. That doesn’t mean that we don’t love each other, and you know that.”

“That doesn’t mean that you would want to hear about my Riley crap.”

“It means that I want to hear about all your crap,” Bucky stated, causing Sam to smile for the first time since the conversation started. “This isn’t going to work if we can’t be open about everything with each other-- the good, bad and ugly. It’s going to be hard. A lot of things are hard to talk about, for both of us, but if we trust each other, then it’ll be okay.”

“Since when did you become the therapist in this relationship?” Sam asked, eyes flicking up to meet Bucky’s. Bucky smiled in return.

“I just love you a lot is all,” he responded. He looked Sam in the eyes with a sincere look on his face. “If something like this happens again, I want you to tell me. I never want to wake up in bed without you next to me again, okay?”

“Okay,” Sam said with a nod. Then, he smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Bucky said, standing up and offering a hand for Sam to pull himself up with. “Now, how about we make some breakfast?”

Eventually, Bucky came back to the real world when he realized that Sam and Steve were both staring at him. What the fuck was that?

“Where did you go, Buck?” Steve asked, staring quizzically at him.

“Just thinking about how much I’m gonna miss you is all,” Bucky replied. Sam looked away when he said that, and Bucky wondered if Sam was having any weird memories too.

“Well, you can’t miss me if we don’t get this show on the road,” Steve stated, grabbing the shield and hammer. “Let’s do this.”

The three of them exited the house and met Bruce outside. Everything was all set up for Steve’s mission. Bucky was being honest earlier; he was going to miss Steve a lot. Well, he was going to miss this Steve. Young Steve. His Steve, not that he was his anymore.

Bucky felt bad that Sam didn’t know what was going to happen as Steve disappeared and didn’t come back. It wasn’t fair to him, and Bucky was going to tell Steve that when he returned. But, Bucky couldn’t help but smile as he sent Sam to go talk to Steve. He smiled even wider when he saw Steve give Sam the shield.

“Cap,” Bucky said with a grin when Sam walked over to him. The poor guy looked mortified.

“Did you know?” he asked.

“I knew he was going, but I didn’t know he was going to make you Cap,” Bucky informed him. “It was the right move, though. You’re going to be a great Captain America.”

“Thanks,” Sam responded, sheepishly. “You gonna talk to him?”

“Yeah, I think I will,” Bucky said, clapping Sam on the shoulder. His hand tingled as he did it, and his eyes went wide. He walked away as quickly as possible and hoped that Sam didn’t notice. “You should’ve told Sam.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Steve asked. Bucky just rolled his eyes before he sat down next to Steve on the bench.

“I’m sure it would’ve been nice for him to know that his best friend was gonna come back with one foot in the grave.”

“You know as well as I do that if Sam knew he would’ve told me not to go,” Steve stated. “He would’ve told me that the world still needed me, and it would’ve worked. Plus, he never would’ve taken the shield if I didn’t just spring it on him.”

“You’re right,” Bucky stated. Steve smiled.

“How do you know so much about the inner-workings of Sam’s brain? What’s got you so worried about him?”

“Asshole,” Bucky muttered, causing Steve to smirk. “Yeah, okay, so it might be him.”

“What brought you to that conclusion?” Steve asked.

“There’s just something pulling me to him. I don’t know how to explain it,” Bucky stated. “Plus, I kind of had a really vivid memory about him earlier.”

“When you zoned out?” Steve asked, causing Bucky to nod. “I knew it.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Are you going to tell him?”

“There’s no way that he still feels that way about me,” Bucky stated sadly. “It was probably just because he was lonely wherever we were.”

“Buck…”

“I’ll tell him, Steve. Just not right now. I need time.”

“Just don’t take too much time. I’m not letting you use any Pym Particles to go back and time and make it right with your love,” Steve told him. “That’s only cool when I do it.”

“Whatever you say, old man.”

...

Sam watched as Bucky and Steve talked. He was feeling weird after the dream, and that weirdness was just amplified when Bucky touched him and he felt every single hair on his body rise at the same time.

He was watching his two friends very intently, though. He figured that Bucky was probably taking Steve going back to Peggy pretty hard. He didn’t know that much about Bucky before the Blip, but he did know that Bucky’s world revolved around Steve.

“Fuck.” Sam heard someone groan when he came to. He looked up and saw Bucky standing in the middle of a field. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Steve!”

“Bucky?” Sam asked, slowly walking over to Bucky. He had absolutely no idea where he was.

“Sam?” Bucky replied. “Where are we? Where is Steve?”

“I have no idea. I just remember fucking disintegrating and then waking up here.”

“Are we dead?” Bucky questioned, but Sam just shrugged.

“No.” They both turned to where the voice came from and saw Wanda sitting on the ground looking miserable. “We’re not dead. Thanos snapped us all here. We’re in the soul stone.”

“But we’re alive?” Sam asked.

“Unfortunately,” Wanda replied. “We’re stuck here until they figure out a way to beat Thanos, if that ever happens, of course.”

“They’ll figure something out. They always do,” Sam assured her. Then, he turned his focus back to Bucky who looked like he was going to throw up or cry or maybe both. “Bucky?”

“I just got him back,” Bucky said, collapsing to the ground and holding his head in his hands. “This isn’t fucking fair.”

“You’ll get back to him again,” Sam said, sitting down next to him. “You guys were, uh, together weren’t you?”

“Not since before the war,” Bucky responded. “We were waiting until I was alright to try again, but obviously that never happened.”

“It will,” Sam promised. “Until then I guess we just sit in this field.”

“The soul stone can be whatever you want it to be,” Wanda informed him. “If you imagine something, it’ll appear. Doesn’t work on people though, so don’t even try.”

“Okay, let me try,” Sam said, closing his eyes tight.

“Woah,” Bucky breathed out. Sam opened his eyes and saw a house not twenty feet away from them. “You living in that big thing alone, pigeon?”

“No, dickwad. I imagined two bedrooms, so you’re more than welcome to live with me.”

Sam came to as Steve and Bucky walked toward him laughing at a joke he wasn’t in on. That’s just how it was always going to be. Even if something had happened between him and Sam in the soul stone, Bucky’s heart was always going to belong to Steve. Sam was just going to have to live with that.

...

It only made sense that Sam and Bucky move in together, even if they didn’t admit why it made sense. It also made sense that they lived in New York rather than DC. It wasn’t because of Steve. If that were the case, they would’ve lived with him in Brooklyn, but no, instead they moved to Queens. Queens . Neither one of them had any idea why they would have such a strong bond with Queens until Bucky ran into someone at the grocery store one day.

“Oh, sir, I am so sorry.” Bucky heard a familiar voice say after he felt something smash into his back. He turned around to see a teenage boy whose face he didn’t quite recognize. “Buck?”

“Pete?” Bucky asked, nickname slipping out of his mouth without his permission. He had no idea who this kid was. Then, like magic, a memory from the back of his head was pulled forward.

It was a few days after the dusting when Bucky was sitting on the porch of his and Sam’s house. There wasn’t much to do in the soul world, so Bucky had taken to old man activities such as watching his nonexistent neighbors. Well, they were all nonexistent until he saw a teenage boy walking up the street.

“Hey, kid. You lost?” Bucky asked, shifting forward in his rocking chair. The boy stopped walking and stared at Bucky. He looked so lost and alone, and Bucky’s heart broke.

“Are you the Winter Soldier guy?” the kid asked.

“I don’t really go by that anymore,” Bucky responded. “You can call me Bucky.”

“Hi, Bucky. I’m Peter Parker, but um, you probably know me as Spiderman,” the kid, Peter said, and Bucky’s eyes went wide.

“No way. You’re the kid who beat the shit out of me and Sam!” Bucky exclaimed. Then, he got worried again. “How old are you?”

“Sixteen.”

“Shit, kid. You have anyone here?”

“Um, no. I’m alone.”

“Well, Sam and I, we have a big house for just two people. You’re more than welcome to stay here,” Bucky stated. Peter smiled softly.

“Really?” he asked, grinning.

“Of course, kid. Come on, Sam’ll want to meet you.”

Just as quickly as he was pulled into the memory, Bucky was thrown out. Now, he was standing in a grocery store in front of a kid who he didn’t know but who he also helped raise.

“Peter,” Bucky breathed out, pulling him into a hug. Peter hugged back just as tightly. “I saw you at the funeral, but I didn’t recognize you. I’m sorry. Are you alright? Are you back with your aunt?”

“It’s okay. I didn’t remember you until I saw you just now,” Peter explained into Bucky’s chest, neither of them wanting to pull away just yet. “I’m alright. Still adjusting to being back, but I’m fine. And, yeah, I’m back with May. How are you? How’s Sam?”

“Me and Sam are just fine,” Bucky told him, finally pulling away. “We just moved into an apartment a few blocks from here. I’m sure he’d love to see you, but, Pete, he doesn’t remember anything. He doesn’t even remember being with me. At least, not yet.”

“He what?” Peter asked, completely shocked.

“Look, I’m positive he doesn’t remember me, but maybe he remembers you. I don’t want you to be upset about it. It’s nothing personal. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you.”

“No, I know. I’m not upset about that. I’m upset that my da-- that you guys aren’t together,” Peter explained. Bucky knew what Peter was going to call them, but he didn’t say anything.

“I know, bud, but it’ll all work out. I promise,” Bucky assured him. “I should probably get going, but I’ll see you around. I’ll do more than that. I’ll see you all the time, okay?”

“Yeah, course,” Peter replied. He hugged Bucky one last time. “Bye, d--Buck.”

...

Bucky had been out for a few hours, which gave Sam a lot of time to think about things. There wasn’t really much for him to think about as he didn’t know the full story. He had no idea what happened in those five years.

Sam’s mind jumped from topic to topic hoping beyond all hope that something would trigger another memory. Eventually, Sam’s mind landed on Steve, and that did the trick.

“I wish I could just forget about Steve,” Bucky said as he and Sam sat on the couch that night. Sam was taken aback by Bucky’s abruptness. “I wish there was a way for me to just forget about it all and move on.”

“Well, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else,” Sam offered, looking at the television and not the man sitting next to him.

“Who exactly am I going to get under here, Sam? The only people around here are other Avengers who either hate me, are with other people, or are minors.”

“You’ll just have to go search for someone I guess.”

“If only there were someone right under my nose who could help me out,” Bucky stated, staring pointedly at Sam. Sam wasn’t budging though. Bucky moved closer to him. “Someone I really trust. Someone who knows me. Someone who isn’t all that bad to look at.”

“Oh, you really know how to charm a man, don’t you, Barnes?” Sam asked, still not looking at him. Bucky moved impossibly closer. “Bucky, come on. You don’t actually want this.”

“You don’t know what I want,” Bucky whispered. “If you don’t want to, then obviously it’s a no, and we both move on and forget it ever happened. If you do want it though, then it should happen. I want you, Sam. I need you.”

“Are you sure about this?” Sam asked, finally turning to face him. “You want to have sex with me?”

“Look, I don’t know how long we’re gonna be here. What I do know is that I’m not spending all my time here not doing anything worthwhile.”

“And you think sleeping with me will be worthwhile?” Sam asked, smirking.

“I know it will, bird boy. What do you say?”

“I say that we should go to my bedroom,” Sam said, leaning into Bucky’s space before getting up and grinning as Bucky hurried behind him.

So, that was it. He and Bucky must’ve had a no strings attached, friends with benefits thing going on. It must’ve just been a way to pass their time while they were stuck in there. Mostly, it was just a way for Bucky to get over Steve. Just then, Sam’s phone began to ring. He groaned when he saw that it was Steve.

“Hey, Steve,” he said when he picked up the phone. “Now isn’t the best time.”

“Oh, is something wrong?” the old man asked. Sam absolutely hated how he sounded. His blood began to boil, and he couldn’t keep it in any longer.

“Yes, Steve, something is wrong but it’s you not me,” Sam spat. “How could you do that to Bucky? I don’t understand. How could you just cast him aside like that?”

“What?”

“I’m not dumb, Steve. I know that you two were together before the war, and I know that he’s still in love with you now.”

“Sam, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steve said calmly. “Buck and I talked before I left. He gave me his blessing.”

“Of course he gave you his blessing. He would never have told you not to go. He loves you too much,” Sam told him. “You shouldn’t have done it. It was a messed up thing to do, and now Bucky is suffering.”

“Bucky isn’t suffering,” Steve assured him, but Sam just rolled his eyes. “I know you don’t believe me, but I’m right. You would know that if you just talked to Bucky. Or if he just talked to you. I’m sorry if you think that what I did was wrong, but I never would’ve done it if I didn’t know that Bucky would be okay.”

“You’re right,” Sam breathed out. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my place, and I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”

“Don’t worry about it, pal. You were just looking out for Bucky.”

“Not sure why,” Sam muttered, and he swore he heard the old man laugh.

...

It was a few hours later when Sam and Bucky sat down to have dinner. Things were still very awkward between them, but neither one of them wanted to be too far from the other for too long. It was just an unspoken thing. Even if they weren’t talking, they always had to be near each other.

So, they sat across from each other at their kitchen table. They were eating takeout from some Italian place. Sam had ordered penne with vodka sauce, his favorite food. Bucky wasn’t sure how he knew that fact, but he knew it. Bucky looked across the table at Sam, who seemed to be very much enjoying his dinner, and he smiled to himself.

“This is good, but it has nothing on the vodka sauce back home,” Sam said after taking a bite of the food that Bucky made. Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Well, I’m sorry,” he said sarcastically. “God, you try to do a nice thing around here, and it’s never good enough.”

“Shut up,” Sam told him, looking him in the eyes. He raised his eyebrows at the man sitting across from him. “It’s very good for your first try. And thank you for tonight.”

“All I did was kick Pete out for the night and make some half ass pasta.”

“It’s more than that, and you know it. Plus, you’ll really celebrate my birthday later on.”

“So you’re saying I could’ve just fucked you for your present?” Bucky questioned, causing Sam to shrug. Then, Bucky’s heart began to beat faster. “Actually, Sam, there’s something that I wanted to talk to you about. It’s about the sex.”

“I don’t think my birthday is the best time for you to tell me that you want to stop having sex with me, Barnes.”

“No, no, it’s, um, not that,” Bucky stammered. “Your birthday probably isn’t the best time to bring this up, you’re right, but if I don’t do it now, I might not ever, and I really, really need to get it off my chest.”

“Buck, calm down,” Sam said, putting a hand over Bucky’s on the table. “Whatever you have to say, just say it. I won’t be upset.”

“I love you,” Bucky whispered, looking Sam in the eyes. Sam’s eyes went wide. “I’m sorry to spring it on you like this, especially because it’s your birthday, but it’s true. I love you so much, and I love what we have. I love our house and our fucking kid. I love our little family. I just love you, okay?”

“Bucky, Jesus, I thought it was gonna be something bad,” Sam breathed out. He smiled at the other man. “I love you too, dummy. So fucking much. I love our family more than anything.”

“Okay, good,” Bucky said, going back to his dinner. Sam scoffed.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say.”

“I worked very hard on this meal, and I’m not letting it go to waste,” Bucky explained, forking more food into his mouth. “Love you, though.”

“It’s moments like this where I regret loving you.”

“You could never,” Bucky stated, and he was right. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

“Bucky?” Sam asked, shaking Bucky from his memory. His eyes shot up to meet Sam’s. “You good?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. I was just zoned out for a few minutes,” Bucky explained, going back to his food. “Your dinner good?”

“It’s good, but I feel like I’ve had better before,” Sam responded, and Bucky’s cheeks went red. “And, I don’t think it was in DC either. I don’t remember when or where, but I remember having this really good vodka sauce on one of my birthdays.”

“Weird,” Bucky muttered, hoping beyond all hope that Sam would drop the conversation.

...

It wasn’t getting easier for either of them. Sam kept remembering exclusively sexual things, and Bucky kept remembering all their happy family moments. It had been a week since Bucky saw Peter at the grocery store. He knew that he needed to do something, so he came up with a plan. He hoped that Peter would be at the grocery store again at the same time, and he very politely asked Sam to go pick up some things for dinner. Bucky was hoping that they would run into each other and hopefully Sam would remember.

Sam was looking all around the store for the ridiculous number of things that Bucky asked him to buy. He was beginning to think that Bucky sent him to buy a bunch of random things just to play a joke on him when he heard a gasp from behind him.

“Sam?” a voice asked. Sam turned around to see a teenage boy who did not know.

“Sorry, do I know you?” Sam asked, not knowing if he was a fan or someone who actually knew Sam. He looked over the kid’s face for a moment before it hit him.

“Hey, Pete, I wanted to talk to you about something,” Sam said one day as he and Peter were eating lunch in their kitchen. “But, you can’t tell Bucky.”

“Come on, Sam, you know I’m not good at secrets,” Peter groaned. Sam rolled his eyes fondly.

“I could just keep this really fascinating information to myself then,” Sam suggested, taking a bite of his sandwich. He knew that Peter would take the bait.

“No, no, I wanna know. Tell me.”

“Whatever you say,” Sam replied, a smirk on his face. Then, his smile turned soft. “I’m gonna ask Bucky to marry me.”

“What?” Peter asked, almost choking to death on the food he was chewing. Sam laughed at the idiot kid across from him. “Sam, that’s awesome.”

“You think so?”

“Duh, my dads are gonna get married,” Peter blurted out, but then his eyes went wide. “I’m sorry. I just, I’ve come to think of you guys as my dads.”

“We’ve been raising you for five years, kiddo. I think it’s perfectly fine if you call us your dads. Lord knows we think of you as our kid,” Sam said sincerely, causing Peter to grin. “Anyway, you want to help me propose to your other dad?”

“I would love to,” Peter responded. Then, he felt an all too familiar sensation. “Dad, it's happening again.”

“What’s happening?” Sam asked, but his question was answered when he watched Peter turn to dust.

“Pete, holy fuck,” Sam whispered when he came to, tears in his eyes. He pulled Peter into a bone crushing hug. “You scared the hell out of me the last time I saw you. It was only a few minutes before I followed, but then I lost all my memories. I missed you so much, bud.”

“I missed you too, dad,” Peter said into Sam’s shoulder. He pulled back frantically. “Oh, God, I’m sorry. I’m not sure if that’s okay now. I know you said it was okay back then, but now is different. Bucky said you didn’t even remember us, so obviously you wouldn’t be okay with me calling you dad.”

“Kid, take a breath, jeez,” Sam said, putting a hand on Peter’s shoulder. He squinted at the kid. “What did you say about Bucky?”

“Shit,” Peter muttered. He let out a groan. “I saw him here last week. We didn’t remember each other, but then we did. It was so weird. But, then he said that you didn’t remember being with him, and he wasn’t sure if you remembered me at all.”

“I didn’t,” Sam admitted. “I didn’t know that me and Buck were serious, and I didn’t remember you at all. Clearly, we were serious though because I was gonna ask him to marry me. I was gonna ask him to marry me, Pete. And, you, you were, are , our son.”

“Are you gonna ask him to marry you now?” Peter asked.

“I don’t know,” Sam responded honestly. “I didn’t think he remembered. I figured he would want to be with Steve. I have no idea what he remembers or what he wants.”

“He wants to be with you, dad,” Peter stated easily. “He was a mess when I saw him the other day. He misses you.”

“I don’t know, kid.”

“You love him, right?”

“Yeah,” Sam said softly, smiling slightly. “I do. I can’t believe I didn’t remember how badly I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.”

“Then, talk to him. Please. For me,” Peter practically begged. “I have to get home or Aunt May will kill me, but I’ll give you my number so you can call me the second you talk to dad.”

“Alright, bud,” Sam stated, smiling at Peter as he typed his number into Sam’s phone. “I’ll call you soon.”

“You better.”

...

Bucky figured that he had some time to kill while Sam was at the store, so he decided to go to Steve’s house. Steve was always happy to see him, and he was even happier to lecture him on why telling Sam was so important.

“You have to tell him,” Steve said as soon as Bucky walked through the door. He was sitting in what Bucky liked to call Steve’s “old man chair.” Bucky rolled his eyes and sat down on the couch across from the chair.

“Steve, come on,” Bucky groaned. “You know that it’s not that easy. I don’t even know if he remembers or if he would still want to be with me. You of all people know how hard it is to love me.”

“What?” Steve asked, disgusted by Bucky’s statement. “Bucky, loving you was the easiest thing I ever did.”

“Yeah, well, you’re you, and that was before. Who’s to say that Sam would still want me after everything?”

“Did he tell you that he called me?” Steve asked, not paying any mind to Bucky’s ridiculous notions.

“No, but I’m not exactly surprised considering you’re friends,” Bucky responded.

“He called me to tell me off about leaving you,” Steve stated, and Bucky’s eyes went wide. “Yeah. He thinks that you’re in love with me and heartbroken because I left you for Peggy.”

“Fuck,” Bucky groaned. Just then, both men heard the door open.

“Oh, sorry Steve. I didn’t know you had company,” the person said. Bucky turned around to see Wanda closing the door behind her.

“What do you need Bucky?” Wanda asked, closing the door behind him as he walked into her house.

“I have to talk to you about something personal, and I don’t want to upset you,” Bucky stated, pacing back and forth, not looking at her.

“I’m a big girl, Bucky,” she said, causing Bucky to scoff.

“Please, you’re practically a fetus compared to me,” he joked. Then, he looked at her apologetically. “Sorry, I do actually want to have a serious conversation. That was uncalled for.”

“It’s fine, you dork. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

“If you met someone else, would you ever think about getting married?” Bucky asked abruptly. Wanda looked at him quizzically. Bucky began pacing again. “I always planned on marrying Steve. Even when it was illegal, marrying him was all I wanted. I never thought I would want to marry anyone else, but here I am. And if we get back, what if Steve’s upset that I moved on? I just don’t know what to do.”

“Alright, breathe. Why don’t you sit down?” Wanda offered, leading Bucky to the kitchen counter. Bucky sat down on one stool and Wanda sat on another. She waited a moment before she said anything. “I am not in any way over Vision. He is very much still the love of my life. However, if there came a day when I found someone else and Vision was really gone, I would like to believe that he would want me to be happy. That’s all the people we love want for us after all. They just want us to be happy.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“If the roles were reversed and Steve found someone in these last few years, would you be happy for him?” Wanda asked, and Bucky was taken aback. He hadn’t thought about that.

“Yeah, I think I would be,” he answered honestly. “He did find someone else at one time, and I wasn’t happy for him. I didn’t get it, but now I do. If he wanted to be with her now, I would just be happy that he found her again.”

“Then, I think you have your answer,” Wanda replied with a soft smile. “If Steve loved you as much as you loved him, then he would be happy for you.”

“Thank you, kiddo,” Bucky said, and Wanda rolled her eyes.

“So, you gonna ask Sam to marry you?” she asked cheekily. Now, it was Bucky’s turn to roll his eyes.

“That’s the plan,” he replied, a smirk forming on his face. He was back to the Bucky that Wanda knew and loved, but then his face fell.

“Bucky?” Wanda asked, eyes wide with horror as she watched him turn to dust.

“Kiddo, Jesus,” Bucky said, standing up abruptly when he was brought back to the present. “I haven’t seen you since...well…”

“Since we talked about you asking Sam to marry you,” Wanda finished, smirking. They both heard Steve clear his throat, and Bucky blushed.

“I didn’t remember until I saw Wanda. Calm down, old man,” he told Steve. He turned back to Wanda. “Thanks for that.”

“Anytime,” she said with a grin, taking Bucky’s abandoned seat on the couch. “What were you boys doing before I got here?”

“Just telling Bucky how he needs to tell Sam that they were in love in the soul world,” Steve stated, and Wanda whipped her head to look at Bucky.

“Shut up, both of you. I’m leaving now.”

“Wait, Buck, don’t go.”

“Do you want me to talk to Sam or not?” Bucky asked, grin taking over his face.

...

Bucky arrived home almost the same time Sam had. He walked into the apartment and helped Sam unload the groceries. He sifted through the bags and found some ice cream. Before he could even register, a question popped into his head and came out of his mouth.

“Why didn’t you get cookies and cream ice cream? You know Peter always asks for it,” Bucky blurted out, handing Sam the chocolate ice cream. Sam just stood there for a second, holding the ice cream in his hand. “What?”

“What did you just ask me?” Sam asked. Bucky’s eyes went wide, registering what he asked. “You asked me something about Peter.”

“Do you remember Peter?” Bucky questioned, looking Sam in the eye.

“It would be a bit hard to forget our son.”

“Wait, you remember us?” Bucky asked, hearting beating fast. Sam smiled slightly.

“I don’t remember all of it, but I remember some big things,” Sam explained. He put the ice cream away and turned back to face Bucky, entering his space. “For example, I remember that I had a pretty big question to ask you.”

“No, I had a pretty big question to ask you,” Bucky countered, pulling Sam closer to him.

“I think Peter would be pretty mad if we asked each other anything without him being here,” Sam stated, causing Bucky to nod. Sam pulled out his phone. Bucky began kissing Sam’s neck as he dialled. “I guess I’ll just have to call him.”

“Oh, so it worked. You did run into him.”

“I knew you sent me there for a reason,” Sam said, putting the phone up to his ear and kissing Bucky once on the lips before Peter answered. “Hey, bud, what are you doing tonight? Wanna come over for dinner with me and dad?”

...

Peter was incredibly confused as knocked on Sam and Bucky’s apartment door. He had no idea who remembered what, and he didn’t know what exactly he was walking into. All the nerves went away when Bucky opened the door with a warm smile.

“Sammy, the kid’s here,” Bucky announced from the doorway. He pulled Peter in for a quick hug before leading him into the apartment.

“Hey, kiddo,” Sam greeted from the stove. “I’m just finishing up dinner.”

“Cool,” Peter said. Bucky handed Peter some plates, and Peter began to set the table like he always did.

“So, how’s school been?” Bucky asked.

“Good. I’m almost done for the year, and then I’m going on a school trip during the summer. MJ and Ned are gonna be there.”

“Oh, MJ, I almost forgot about her,” Bucky said, smirking at Peter and then Sam. “You tell her how you feel yet?”

“God, no,” Peter responded, blushing a deep shade of red.

“Bucky, don’t bother him. Lord knows that you took your grand old time telling me how you felt,” Sam offered from the stove.

“Excuse me, I can say the same for you,” Bucky argued, but he was smiling all the same. “Peter, tell your father that you don’t mind me busting your chops.”

“What if I do mind?” Peter asked.

“Duh, then, you’re grounded.”

“Right,” Peter replied, smiling. He was done setting the table, so he and Bucky sat down as Sam finished the food and set it down.

“Dinner is served, boys,” he said, sitting down next to Bucky.

“Looks great, sweetheart,” Bucky told Sam before kissing him on the cheek. Peter pretended to throw up. “Don’t disrespect your dads, boy.”

“You tell him, honey,” Sam said to Bucky before casting a smile at Peter. “When is your trip, Pete?”

“Um, July I think,” Peter replied, before digging into his food.

“Okay, so that’s a no on July. Maybe August?” Sam suggested.

“I don’t know. Steve’s birthday is July and yours is August. I don’t really want to put it in the middle like that. I wanna spread things out,” Bucky explained. “My half of the year is so boring. There’s nothing going on in the winter and spring.”

“I didn’t peg you for a spring wedding type,” Sam stated.

“I’m sorry what?” Peter asked, and both Sam and Bucky looked at him. “When did you get engaged?”

“Technically speaking, we never did get engaged,” Sam stated. “Neither of us ever proposed.”

“Didn’t need to,” Bucky said, taking a bite of his dinner. “We already knew the answer.”

“Aww, how cute,” Peter joked, but the sentiment was true. “What about a winter wedding? January or February?”

“But then we have to go from March to July without celebrating anything,” Bucky told him.

“That’s not true. Isn’t your anniversary in April? Plus, you technically adopted me in May.”

“Kid raises a good point,” Sam stated. “I like February. January sucks because it’s just the hangover after Christmas and Peter’s birthday.”

“Fair,” Bucky responded. “I like February too.”

“It’s really the best month of the year if you think about it,” Peter began. Sam and Bucky both watched him fondly as he went on a long, nerdy tangent about leap years.

Bucky turned and grinned at Sam who grinned right back. Bucky Barnes fell in love with Sam Wilson faster than he had ever done anything in his entire life. He had been alive for longer than any human should be, but the five years he spent with Sam were the best of his very long life. As he sat with his fiance and son, he hoped that the rest of his life would be as amazing as those five years.

#sambucky #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #sam wilson #peter parker

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Tree House Kisses, Chapter 42 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica

A/N: Click here for previous chapters here on AQ or here if you’d rather read on AO3. xoxo!

Thanks so much to our wonderful betas: @saiphl, @sillylittlecandycane

Chapter Summary: The Scarlet Pimpernel opens...and causes some confusion all around.

Chapter 42: Where’s the Girl?

“Stop! Omigod!” Courtney wiped the tears from her eyes, clutching her stomach, which was aching from laughing so hard. She and Adore were having a sleepover after another long week of rehearsals, and Adore was cracking her up with an impression of Willam’s Very Serious Acting in the prison scene.

“I swear to you!” Adore clutched Courtney by the shoulders, face contorted in agony, imitating Willam’s overly dramatic, stage-whispered, “I. Won’t. Die.”

Courtney burst into fresh giggles, falling over onto the pillows that they’d piled up in front of the TV.

“Stop, Dory!” she gasped, “We open in two weeks and now I’m not gonna be able to get through that scene with a straight face!”

“He’s just so ridiculous.”

“I know, but he’s trying.”

“Too hard! Admit it: I would’ve been a much better Armand.”

“Yeah, maybe, but you’re Chauvelin is like, so incredibly good.”

“You think?”

Courtney grinned, leaning her head against the sofa.

“You’re a total badass. That’s why I always forget my lines when I’m watching you.”

“Huh. I thought you just suck at memorizing lines,” Adore said, and Courtney hit her with a throw pillow.

“Shut up, I’m doing my best!”

“You are. You’re doing great, actually.” Adore offered her some popcorn from the big bowl in her lap.

“Thank you.” Courtney smiled, taking a handful of popcorn.

“I do have one question, though,” Adore said, chewing on her lip.

“Okay…”

“Well...is it weird for you to be playing a character who’s, uh, who had...a girlfriend?”

Courtney raised an eyebrow, a little curious why she seemed to be so uncomfortable with the word “bi” and asked, “Weirder than being married to Bob?”

Adore laughed, shaking her head, and Courtney giggled along with her. The truth was, she was pretty excited for Adore to be playing her ex-girlfriend, but she didn’t want to make her bestie feel weird, so she thought it would be better to downplay it and keep things light.

“I’m serious, though. You remember what happened to me sophomore year. What if people...judge you for it? Are you gonna be okay with that?”

That possibility hadn’t really occurred to Courtney, but after a moment of consideration, she shook her head.

“I don’t think they will, honestly. But if they do…” Courtney took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. “Then...whatever. I don’t care.”

“That’s easier said than done,” Adore told her. “When you’re standing on stage, and people are glaring at you like you’re the fucking devil…”

Seeing the look on Adore’s face suddenly brought back all of the confusing feelings that had swirled around during that dreadful Grease performance. When all she’d wanted was to stand by her friend, comfort her, tell her that she had her back, but instead she ended up feeling like the enemy. Courtney swallowed down the lump in her throat, reaching out a hand to touch Adore on the arm.

“I don’t know if I ever got to tell you...how fucking brave I thought you were that night.”

“Yeah?” A small smile tugged on Adore’s lips as her hazel eyes met Courtney’s green ones. “Thanks.”

There was a long pause, Courtney’s fingers gripping the sleeve of Adore’s pajama top.

Finally, Adore cleared her throat and added, “I guess there’s a pretty big difference anyway. I mean, for you, it’ll just be acting. Not like, who you really are.”

Courtney’s stomach flipped as she wondered if that was actually true. Wasn’t it who she really was? But Adore knew her better than anyone, and if she insisted that it wasn’t...

“Right. Acting...” Courtney said softly, as her fingers let go of Adore’s sleeve, cheeks growing hot.

“Pleeease, Dory, I have a headache!” Courtney begged, her head in Adore’s lap, as Adore giggled self-consciously and pushed her off.

They were all sitting at lunch, and Courtney was being even more inappropriately handsy than usual, snuggling up to her and trying to get her to give her a scalp massage--something she was normally happy to do, but not in broad daylight, in front of all of their friends.

Their giggly little struggle clearly didn’t escape Violet and her eagle eyes; even Courtney heard her scoff and mutter something under her breath.

“What?” Courtney asked, brushing the hair out of her eyes. “Do you have something to say, Vi?”

“Yeah, I said you’re a fucking closet case,” Violet announced, and Adore felt her whole body tense up.

Fame reached forward and put a hand on Violet’s shoulder, but Violet shrugged her off, sitting up straighter. Everyone in the group bristled a bit, waiting to see how Courtney would react, if Violet’s snide remarks would finally lead to a fight.

“So you wanna talk about my sexuality, huh?” Coutney said, edging closer to Violet, and Adore gulped. This was not going to end well. “Okay, fine, let’s talk about it.”

“Courtney-” Adore dug her fingers into the grass.

“No, listen, maybe we should. I mean, you’ve been very concerned for years, right? And I know why.” Courtney had now crawled right beside Violet, kneeling in front of her. She leaned over, speaking softly. “I know, okay? I know you’re in love with me.”

Violet narrowed her eyes, spitting out, “Get fucked!” as the rest of the group burst out laughing.

“Come on, Vi, don’t be defensive! It’s okay! You’re only human...” Courtney simpered, wrestling the squirming girl onto her back and straddling her. “I had to say something...the sexual tension was just getting too much.”

“Get off of me!” Violet screeched.

Courtney pressed a finger to Violet’s lips, leaning over her, rolling her hips. “Don’t fight it, baby! Admit it!” She held Violet’s hands over her head. “Admit you love me, and all you can think about is finally making out with me.”

“You are a fucking demon,” Violet said. She arched up, attempting to use her hips to throw Courtney off.

Pearl leaned over to whisper to Adore, “It’s not just me, right? This is like...really hot?”

“Shhhhh!” Adore hissed, mesmerized.

“Ow. Your hips are really bony,” Courtney declared. “You should really eat a sandwich or something.”

“I was trying, when you decided to fucking molest me, you psychotic freak!”

“Listen. You’ve been fixated on my sexuality for years now. I figured you’d jump at the chance to clear things up, once and for all. So just kiss me,” Courtney said, fluttering her lashes.

“Get. Off,” Violet growled, through gritted teeth.

Courtney giggled and rolled off, rubbing her hips. “Damn, those hip bones though. They could cut glass.” She looked over at Adore. “You must have permanent bruises.”

Violet straightened her skirt out. “She’s fine.”

“She got you good, bitch!” Willam was laughing so hard by now that tears were coming out of his eyes, and he gave Courtney a high five as she passed him on the way back to her spot.

“Oh, whatever,” Violet grumbled.

Courtney settled back in, laying her head in Adore’s lap and pouting up at her. Adore grinned, this time not hesitating to scratch her scalp exactly the way she wanted. After that show, she deserved it.

“So Vi, think you’re gonna dream about Courtney tonight?” Pearl teased, and Violet shot her an unamused glare.

“I think we all will,” Tati said, making Trinity snort out some of her Snapple iced tea.

Roy knew that he’d been a bit of an absentee boyfriend this year. But he made absolutely sure that he was there for the opening night of The Scarlet Pimpernel. He’d even convinced Darienne to come along, the two of them making the excruciatingly long drive from her dorm at Pepperdine, fighting hours of traffic and racing to their seats just minutes before the curtain went up.

It was a good show. Roy had to admit that, at least. But something about the plot made him squirm uncomfortably. Courtney and Bob’s estranged, awkward stage marriage was one thing, but when compared to her steamy relationship with Adore as her ex, it was just...too close for comfort.

During one of the scenes when Adore was trying to convince her to leave her husband, go back to France and fight in the revolution, the two of them looked like they were about to kiss, and Roy found himself holding his breath. Would they really kiss? Two girls? In a high school play? Surely Mrs. Maguire didn’t want to attract the hellfire of the Christian parents again, right? But as they drew closer and closer, lips parted, Roy’s nails dug into his palms.

He told himself that he was being crazy. It was only a play. At this point in the show, Courtney and Bob have already kissed three times, and it mostly just made him laugh, with their comical height difference. It certainly didn’t make him feel like this. Like something horrible and irreversible was about to happen, lips now so close that he was sure they could feel each other’s breath. And then, at the very last second, mere millimeters apart, Courtney shoved Adore away, slapping her across the face for good measure.

Beside him, Darienne gasped--she’d clearly been on pins and needles as much as him. As the music began for Adore’s solo, he finally felt his heartbeat returning to normal, making a firm decision to tune out the evocative lyrics and just concentrate on the sound of her voice.

“Hey.”

Courtney whipped around, an apologetic look on her face as she took in Adore’s cheek, where there was still a faint red handprint from her unrehearsed slap.

“Omigod, I’m so sorry. I know I wasn’t supposed to slap you, I don’t know why I-”

“No, it’s cool.” Adore grinned. “I think it totally made the scene better. You should keep doing it.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely. You’re killing it, by the way.” Adore held out her hand for a fist bump, and Courtney happily returned it.

“Thank you Dory!”

Maybe it was due to being away for nearly a year, or maybe it was because of their roles in the show, but Darienne found herself looking and Courtney and Adore in a whole new light tonight. She and Roy had joined their old theatre friends at the diner after the show, and everyone was fooling around, hyped on adrenaline.

Currently, Courtney was trying to steal some of Adore’s fries, and her bestie was having none of it.

“You said you didn't want any,” Adore laughed, pushing her off.

“I want yours,” Courtney replied, snatching another one from the plate.

“Well tough shit!”

“Please?” Courtney wrapped her hands around Adore’s arm and fluttered her lashes.

Their little exchange was interrupted by Roy returning to the booth and announcing, “Two more orders of fries are on the way. Regular and sweet potato.”

He slid onto the bench beside Courtney, who squealed happily and grabbed his face, kissing him deeply.

“Ew,” Adore said, nose wrinkled. “Do we really need tongue at the table? Some of us are eating.”

Courtney broke away from Roy and turned to her with an impish smile before lunging forward to lick her cheek.

“Augh, stop it!” Adore shrieked.

They went right back to play fighting, Darienne doing everything she could to avoid watching them directly. She accidentally made eye contact with Bob, who was shaking his head.

Oof. This was not gonna end well.

It was good--a very important reminder, for Adore to see Courtney with Roy. Because without him around, sometimes Adore would forget. She would be wrapped up in her own little world, just her and Courtney, the way it used to be when they were younger--the only two people that mattered.

The play didn’t help, either. Every night, they had to get so dangerously close to a kiss, so close that Adore could practically taste her, and there was always a moment where she thought that maybe, just maybe, tonight would be different. Maybe Courtney wouldn’t push her away. But of course she always did--that was the blocking, after all. And even though it was just acting in a silly little school musical, it was still like a punch in the gut every single time.

So having Roy back for the weekend was a good thing, Adore kept telling herself, like a splash of cold water in the face. Forcing her to accept reality, as she scrawled out lyrics in her journal, lyrics far too influenced by the play.

It used to be us Let me be the one Show me who you really are In the bitter cold, I would keep warm in my arms It could have been us

Adore scribbled over every line as soon as she wrote it, hating the cliché words and cliché feelings, when she was surprised by the sound of someone else scrambling up the ladder.

“Ugh,” Courtney heaved herself up into the tree house with a groan. “Whatcha working on?”

“Just some song lyrics. But they’re all shit, so...” Adore closed the journal with a snap. “Where’s your boyfriend? I figured you’d be spending all weekend with him.”

“Nah, he had a school thing.” Courtney yawned, seemingly unconcerned, then nudged Adore with her foot, meeting her eyes with a mischievous grin. “The show’s good, huh?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“I started to kind of worry a few days ago. I mean, I’m either onstage or quick-changing for so much of the show that I haven’t really seen it. So...what if it was actually terrible, you know?” Her eyes were wide and earnest, confessing even more, “And then I felt guilty, like why didn’t I have confidence in the cast, or in myself, and why not just have fun and not worry. But I wanted it to be good. Do you know what I mean?”

These were the moments when Adore loved Courtney the most. When the cracks appeared in her picture-perfect girl next door façade, letting her inner thoughts and true vulnerabilities show through.

“I do. But I wouldn’t worry. ‘Cause so much of the show is you. And you’re…” Adore shrugged, finishing, “It’s impossible not to love you.”

A bright, beaming smile spread across Courtney’s face and she crawled forward into the beanbag chair with Adore, wrapping her arms around her for a fierce hug.

“Thanks.”

“No problem…”

Adore shifted, trying not to think about how their bare legs were touching in this position, warm skin pressed together. Courtney finally loosened her grip, settling on her back.

“Can you believe we’re graduating in a month?”

“No. I still feel like I’m twelve.”

Courtney giggled, nodding. “Me too. Do you think we’ll be responsible adults when we live together? Or just like...eat cookies for every meal and stay up all night watching scary movies?”

“I guess...we’ll see, huh?”

It seemed like such a great idea when Courtney first suggested it. They both wanted to be in LA, and who better to share an apartment with than her best friend of ten years? When she initially thought about it, she’d pictured them romping around like children, like they’d moved full time into the tree house, life full of giggles and madcap hilarity.

But now...Adore was less sure. Of course there’d be work and school to contend with...the frustration of what would almost certainly be entirely different schedules. Maybe not the most fun, but something they could deal with. What was really giving Adore pause was the dawning realization that nothing had changed. Courtney was still in love with her high school sweetheart, and he’d be living in the same city. Hell, it was a distinct possibility that Roy would be over all the time.

The thought of hearing them together...Adore shook her head. It was too heartbreaking to even consider, laying in bed while the love of her life got their world rocked by someone else. Someone who, in spite Adore’s best efforts, she could never hate.

“Dory?” Courtney murmured, snuggling against her. “What’re you thinking about?”

“Uh...just...I really wanna smoke.”

Courtney’s laugh was the caught off-guard surprised kind that bubbled up from her chest, Adore’s favorite one.

“Don’t let me stop you,” she said, the trace of a giggle still in her voice.

“I never do.”

“Look. All I’m saying is, they clearly want each other,” Pearl said. The gang--minus Courtney and Adore, who were the subject of conversation--were all lounging around Violet’s basement. They’d seen the play the night before, and Pearl was trying to convince her friends that the palpable tension between them onstage was proof that they were getting closer than ever to hooking up. “I mean, I thought so on the first day I ever saw them together, and I think if anything, it’s ever stronger now.”

“I agree, but Adore’s in so much denial,” said Tati. “She’ll never admit how she feels.”

“Adore’s in denial?” Violet scoffed. “Courtney’s the one in denial. She’s like...so disconnected from reality it’s actually scary.”

“I dunno,” Trinity said thoughtfully. “I think she’d happily go for it if Adore gave her the green light. She’s so like...amenable.”

“Wow, big word, cuz.” Willam laughed, and Trinity hit him with a pillow.

“She would probably want to, but I don’t think she’d cheat on Roy,” said Fame.

“Y’all give her way too much credit. She would definitely cheat on him,” Violet insisted. “Remember the New Year’s party? She was practically cheating on him in front of his fucking face.”

“But you guys. Do you really think that Adore can compete with Roy and his monster cock?” Willam mused, a dreamy smile on his face.

Pearl laughed, shaking her head and placing a hand on Willam’s shoulder.

“Will, your experiences are not universal,” she giggled.

“That’s for damn sure,” Violet echoed.

“Should we say something to them?” Fame asked.

“To who? Roy and his cock?”

“No!”

“I already have,” Tati said, taking the bowl of chips. “Adore seems determined to just be miserable.”

“Maybe we should say something to Courtney. If she knew how Adore felt, like for real-” Trinity began.

“Don’t you dare. Adore would never forgive you,” said Violet.

“I hate to agree with Violet, about anything, but...she’s right,” Pearl said, fighting Violet off with one arm, the brunette having lunged at her on the sofa.

“Hmmm...well...I hope they get it together,” Trinity said.

“Five bucks says they never do,” Willam said.

“I’ll take that bet!” Fame said, reaching out to shake Willam’s hand.

“Might as well just throw your money in the trash, Fame,” Violet laughed, still tousling with Pearl.

“Wow, you’re way too confident,” Trinity proclaimed. “You know what...ten bucks on the power of love.”

“Ha! You’re on.” Violet gave her a fist bump.

“Should there be a time limit on these bets?” Pearl asked.

“Nope. That’s how fucking confident I am,” said Violet. “It’ll never happen.”

“I don’t know why you’re so mad.”

Well of course she didn’t know, Courtney reasoned. Courtney barely understood herself. So she stomped her foot and let out a bratty little huff.

“Seriously Court, I honestly don’t get it. Can you please explain?” Adore looked up from the rack of dresses she was pawing through, brow furrowed.

“I...I’m not mad. I just think it’s a bad idea.”

They were at the mall together, looking for prom dresses. It was coming up upon a very busy time of year: one more week of play performances, then prom, then finals, and then graduation--after which she and Adore were planning a week-long road trip to Mexico before she’d have to start her summer job. And then the best thing of all, when they’d get to move to LA together, and she’d finally be roommates with her best friend.

She should be in a great mood, excited for all the end of senior year fun and proud of graduating with semi-decent grades this year. Instead, she was annoyed for an incredibly stupid reason, which was that Adore had asked Tatianna to be her prom date.

“Why’s it a bad idea? We’re friends.”

“Don’t you remember when she broke your heart last Fall?”

Adore bit her lip, giving a little shake of her head. “That’s not exactly what happened.”

“It absolutely is! You cried in my arms all night!” Courtney insisted.

She wasn’t sure why she was being so adamant. It just seemed like asking for trouble--going to a dance with an ex. And not just any dance, but prom. Maybe part of her irritation was Adore thinking she needed a date at all, since they were going as a group.

“Look, it’s just…” Adore sighed. “I know it seemed bad at the time, but that was like...so long ago. We’ve been friends for much longer than we ever dated. So how’s it different from Pearl being Trinity’s date?”

“It’s different,” Courtney said. She pulled a lavender dress off the rack, holding it up against her body before deciding that it was way too ruffly and girly. She’d done the princess thing before, and even her dress last year at Roy’s prom had been ultra-girly, soft turquoise lace with a sparkly waistband and short, fluffy skirt. This year, she wanted to surprise people by looking sleek and adult and sexy. She turned towards a wine-colored satin dress with a high slit.

“Okay, what about Violet going with Fame?” Adore countered.

Courtney turned back toward her, a hand on her hip, and asked, “You really wanna be like that trainwreck?”

“What do you mean?” Adore asked, hazel eyes widening innocently.

“Adore. Only an idiot would look at them and not see that Violet still likes Fame so much and Fame just doesn’t feel the same way. It’s actually heartbreaking to witness.”

Adore scrunched up her face, looking torn between the desire to deny that Courtney’s assessment was accurate, gossip about it, or change the subject entirely out of sheer discomfort.

“I just don’t know why you’re doing this to yourself. Why not just go with us as a group and have fun?” Courtney continued, knowing that she sounded like a condescending broken record, but unable to stop herself.

“That’s easy for you to say.” Adore pulled another black dress down, adding it to the growing pile of black dresses in her arms. “You have a date.”

“Yeah, but if he couldn’t come...or if he cancels last minute because of school, which could totally still happen by the way--then I’ll be fine. I’ll be with my friends and I’ll still have an awesome night.” As much as Courtney loved Roy, she’d gotten very used to socializing without a boyfriend on her arm, and sometimes even preferred it. After two years of being a couple, all the time, there was a certain freedom that came with having Roy away at school.

“Oh please. You know that if that happened, you’d rope Willam into being your date. You can never resist a pocket square that matches your dress.”

“That’s not true!” Courtney laughed, shaking her head. “And I honestly cannot imagine a worse prom date than Willam Belli. First of all, we look related. And second, you know he’d abandon me to go have sex with a random dude the first chance he got.”

“Well, I want a date. I think it’ll make the night more fun,” Adore said. “So are you gonna keep lecturing me, or can we go play dress-up and twirl around like idiots and stop this dumb conversation?”

Part of Courtney wanted to defend herself, wanted to keep arguing until Adore saw her point, but that part of her was small compared to the part that wanted to play dress-up and twirl like idiots. So, with pursed lips and a dramatic sigh, she finally agreed, “Fine. Conversation about this officially over.” And silently, just to herself, added, ‘but I still think I’m right.’

“Thank god.” Adore draped an arm around her shoulders, leading her towards the dressing rooms.

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fizzingwizard · 4 years

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Alright, so, Digimon Adventure 2020 Episode 12: Castle in the Sky Laputa!

I mean, I, Guardromon...

... Bicentennialmon?

well, any of the three works :P

Right off the bat, I’ll say this ep gets a ‘meh’ from me, BUT I did love its aesthetic. I’m a big fan of robot stories, especially the Asimov variety. Scrap heap robots are my absolute favs. And I did like the Ghibli vibe going on too. The episode was pretty, and the robot characters were cool... it just wasn’t very fun. At the very least, I was expecting team Taichi/Koushirou/Mimi to be a bit more fun than Yamato/Sora/Jou, but I guess this ain’t 1999 anymore ;)

^The most amusing bit was finding out Koushirou’s laptop can fold like this... which, okay, shouldn’t surprise me, it just looks frigging weird...

me: DO YOU KNOW HOW TO USE A KEYBOARD???

koushirou: hush old lady, your first laptop was grayscale only and had Windows 3.1 installed.

Actual content relevant to the episode below...!

We had a promising start when last week’s episode ended on a cliffhanger... or a cliffdropper, I guess, because Mimi’s not hanging onto anything. She’s fallen down and landed on Palmon. Digimon can sure take a beating.

Palmon reaches to see if she can hoist them back up, but...

... it’s too high! Oh well, no choice but to travel on foot. Good thing Mimi landed on Palmon!

Meanwhile, above, Taichi and Koushirou turn to his computer for help. Unfortunately they have some technical difficulties.

Koushirou: Noooo, not the swirling of doom!! My immortal nemesis...

Even Taichi understands that buffering spells death. He’s a 21st century kid, so he’s a little more savvy about computers than 99 Taichi, whose trusty recourse in these situations was "treat the machine like a Bop-It.”

Mimi discovers they are in a Digimon scrap heap. ;_; Good heavens. Apparently robot Digimon are unlike organic (??) Digimon same as robots are different from humans, so the way they die is not quite the same either.

Mimi feels sorry for these trashed creatures. She’s no cold-hearted corporate goon who looks at these guys and just sees dollars. She notices the heart!

She also just wiped that rusty Guardromon’s helmet with her bare hand...

Mimi: Where’s Sora-san when I need a towel!!

Andromon makes his 2020 debut! And he’s just as much the pawn of evil as ever!

Boxing Cactus Go-go-go!!

Togemon gets her prickly hiney owned, but the Guardromon suddenly reanimates and protects her instead. His big strategy is “drop something heavy on Andromon and run away.” It’s super effective.

Who wants to translate the digicode, because I’m not gonna. Ten bucks says it’s something like “target human child exterminate” yadda yadda

When Koushirou’s computer fails, we must rely on our physical skills. Their big plan is “climb down the bottomless pit after Mimi.” There are a few things wrong with this picture:

1) Even if they know how deep the hole is, IT’S STILL QUITE A FALL. Make one wrong move and you’ll be useless to Mimi T_T And these idiots make plenty of wrong moves.

2) If there were handholds like these, why couldn’t Palmon have just grabbed them with her vines and carried Mimi up? Instead she was like, “Nah, can’t reach the top, let’s walk in a random direction and hope things work out!”

3) The Guardromon is taking Mimi to an elevator. Meaning there is a working elevator, meaning there is a way down that would significantly decrease their chances of DYING on the way. Koushirou’s computer can’t figure that out? Also I was expecting some hijinks there... like, they finally make it down only for Mimi to say “Why didn’t you just take the elevator like I did? Boys are weird.”

In his defense, Koushirou’s method of descent is worlds better than Taichi’s.

Hate to say I told you so...

Guardromon takes Mimi to some suspicious water which she uses to nurse Palmon... with a towel

Guardromon presents Sheeta Mimi with a flower to convey that he likes killing pretty delicate things :) run Mimi

The Laputa vibe... it is vibing.

We cut away to Yamato/Sora/Jou for thirty seconds just to point how much Better they’re doing than Taichi’s group. They’ve even realized how that basket was, who needs to put in all that work when we can all fit comfortably on a log! Sora and Yamato flirt. Jou’s going to be sick.

Taichi and Koushirou encounter some broken Solarmon who are being controlled by Soundbirdmon, so I guess it’s official now that we can’t believe any Digimon is truly evil if Soundbirdmon is around. Koushirou goes to help Mimi while Taichi stays behind to fend off these gears. Uh, is it just me or does this team seem very quick to split up.

I like the way Guardrmon cradles Mimi so all we can see is her shocked expression.

Guardromon tries his tried and true method of shooting down something heavy to crush Andromon...

... but Andromon’s like “hah! Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me!” and knocks it away. Not very effective...

Guardromon’s guarded his last mon... he starts to go... offline I guess...

In sweeps Kabuterimon to the rescue. In 99 Adventure, he’d have something witty to say, or at least a pun. 2020 Kabuterimon mostly likes to make weird noises. I understand why Agumon and Gabumon’s VA’s were calling him a “weirder uncle than ever” at Digifes...

Obligatory Best Boy cap

Hell Approacheth

Wow!!! Taichi finally got knocked off Greymon! He must have forgot to put on his suction cup shoes today!

So this entire episode, I was wondering what was to stop MetalGreymon from happening and stealing the show from Lillymon. I expected “Agumon just evolved recently and doesn’t have the juice to do it again so soon!” or some such. Nothing more than that. But, nah, we don’t even get that... MetalGreymon happens and he just... can’t... beat Andromon? For some reason? I’m going with “Because he’s Andromon.” Afterward, this very heavy structure falls down and MetalGreymon has lift it a la Atlas to keep Taichi from getting squished, so he can’t continue to beat on Andromon.

... Of course, Togemon gets stuck holding this thing up too... so there’s that...

The reason, of course, is so Guardromon can make one last action surge, grabbing Andromon’s leg, which works, randomly. At least for a moment.

Mimi spends most of this episode being Shocked.

Guardromon takes one final, grainy look at Mimi as he prepares for sweet death. The digicode says “Sheeta.” (kidding like I’d bother to translate it lol)

Andromon RUDELY stomps on his head. Like HELLO Andromon can you not see the dude is having a moment here? Show some respect!

Mimi sheds a Single Emo Tear

Which causes “Your sorrow made me evolve!” Lillymon. She immediately flies out to attack Andromon, leaving MetalGreymon alone holding the heavy metal structure, which promptly crushes him and our heroes. Game Over!

just kidding, the structure just vanishes I guess :/ It’s not very clear...

High kick attack!

It’s not very effective...

Lillymon does seem to have an ability that MetalGreymon doesn’t which cinches her victory over Andromon... her rain of petals interfere with his ability to lock on to a target. Too much organic matter everywhere I guess.

Lillymon covers Andromon in plants rendering him immobile...

... *cough*

Poor Mimi’s had a hard day of watching robots die.

Her affinity for marking graves returns as she leaves the flower Guardromon gave her on his corpse(?).

Taichi looks only sadly as Koushirou explains that Andromon and Guardromon were totes besties, until Soundbirdmon started mindcontrolling everyone. Gee that seems like something that could have been an interesting plot point had it been mentioned y’know earlier.

In sum... yeah, this ep just isn’t fun. There’s no friend moments, no getting to know each other, everything takes a backseat to this robot-protect-girl storyline. I really did like Guardromon, but the episode takes itself way too seriously in my opinion.

That aside... I was happy that Mimi’s episode didn’t involve stinky ugly Digimon falling in love and stalking her so she can passionately reject them. I can live without both of those things.

Mimi having the ability to project feelings onto supposedly nonfeeling things is a very Mimi-like character trait for her and one that I really truly love. It’ll definitely come in handy in the digital world where all is never how it seems. On the other hand, though, it’s not like it’s a trait we didn’t have already... it just belonged mainly to Hikari :P So... yeah.

Next week we’re going to get Garudamon, in a way that looks like it will pale compared to our first meeting with Garudamon in 99 Adventure, BUT that’s okay... because we’ve got plenty of time for the Big Important things to happen, both on a plot level and on a character development level. I am a little wtf??? about everyone getting not one but two evolutions within the same adventure - assuming the kids are going to go home at some point and finally put Tokyo out of its misery. I’d expected this show would be more like 02 with the kids jumping in and out, but tbh I’m not gonna be sad if they just stay in the digital world indefinitely. Also, it’s not like Taichi didn’t get both an evolution and a jogress the first time he came to the digital plane, so obviously things are just working differently in this show!

But as it’ll be a Sora episode, I just hope it’s an improvement on the last Sora episode. There’s plenty of potential following the mini tiff between her and Yamato last week, so i hope we see some follow up to that. Maybe a couple Sorato moments. We didn’t get anything for Taishiro this week :( But since it looks like probably next week the groups are still separated, perhaps the week after we’ll get MegaKabuterimon and see more interaction between Taichi and Koushirou then. *shrug* A girl can dream!

Anyway this ep gets 5.5/10 from me!

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lemonsandstrawberries · 4 years

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A (not) Special Day

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), MCU, imagine Avengers 2012

summary: Tony and Steve became a couple not so long ago and came a day, that started as every day in Steve's dating life with Tony Stark, but the more it progressed, the weirder it became, almost as if the universe was hiding something from him... Meaning, it is Tony's birthday and everyone knows except Steve.

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a/n: yes, I posted yesterday already a happy birthday fic for Tony, but felt inspired and wrote another one. so, once again, Happy Birthday, Tony! Hope you will like the fic and as always, feedback, reblogs and likes are appreciated and needed!

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A (not) Special Day

"Sooo... Any plans for today?"

Steve looked over his shoulder, hearing the question. It was a regular question but said in that sing a song way as if suggesting something and the way Clint had put his elbows on the table and leaned in, eyebrows raised expectantly just added to the mystery. And Steve had no clue what that was about.

"Uh. No, not really," Steve answered, cracking some eggs into a bowl and adding milk, not measuring it, just eyeballing. Pancakes for breakfast. That was his nearest plan.

"Wait... You didn't make any plans?"

"Why should I make any plans?" Steve asked back, adding melted butter into the mix, before leaving the bowl on the counter and taking flour from the cabinet, digging through boxes of cereals and pop tarts. There was not a single kid in the Avengers Tower, but the content of the cabinet told a different story.

"So, you don't know that-"

"Morning, handsome!"

Clint immediately zipped his mouth shut, when Tony waltzed into the kitchen. In black tank top, drawstrings pants, still ruffled from sleep. Tony Stark in his most natural state. Steve puffed out his cheek for a good morning kiss, and Tony pressed his lips into the soft skin, his stubble leaving a light scratch behind.

"Hi, babe. Clint, you were saying?" Steve turned his head to look at the archer, just in time to see the stumped expression on Clint's face, and Tony's gentle bewilderment. Something didn't add up.

"Uh, nothing," Clint said quickly, focusing on his bowl of multicolored cereals and small marshmallows. A perfectly balanced breakfast.

"You are making breakfast for me?" Tony turned to Steve, smiling brightly.

Steve felt suspicious for a second longer but decided to let the topic go, seeing that Tony didn't dwell on it either. Oh, well, probably it wasn't anything important.

"Actually, I am making it just for myself," Steve teased, adding flour into the mix of eggs and milk.

"Ouch, harsh," Tony narrowed his eyes, scoffing playfully. "Didn't know you were so selfish."

"That's not what you said last night," Steve pointed out with a smile, going on with the banter. Behind their backs, Clint made some gagging sound.

"And that's my cue to go," Clint said, taking his empty bowl and spoon, and put it into the dishwasher. Before he could walk out of the kitchen, his eyes lingered on Tony, and after some hesitation, he reached his hand in brunet's direction as if to pat him on the arm, but instead pulled him into a hug in the last second.

"Uhhh," Tony smiled awkwardly, hugging Clint back and patting his back, "thanks," he said. Clint moved away from the hug and nodded to Tony doing some thoughtful face, and walked out of the kitchen.

Okay, that definitely was suspicious.

"What was that about?" Steve asked when he and Tony were left alone.

"Jealous?" Tony asked, smiling happily. One look at Steve's face and it was clear that it wasn't jealousy, just a heck lot of confusion. "I don't know. Maybe he fell into a dumpster again and bashed his head?"

Steve thinned his lips, muttering a concerned 'hmph'. Seemed that the whole team needed another 'safety during world saving' kind of talk.

"Coming back to that breakfast... You are seriously not going to include me?"

Steve blinked, hearing the complaint. He looked at his boyfriend and saw Tony giving him an extra pleading look as if he didn't eat for days. Which for sure wasn't the case, because Steve made sure that Tony ate regularly, and on most of the days, Tony was pretty good of keeping track of his meals. Food was too good to skip.

"You mix, I fry?" Steve smiled, handing Tony a whisk. Teamwork at its finest.

Tony groaned in disappointment, finding the hour too early to be useful. But fine, he would comply. "I am adding chocolate chips though," Tony said, dipping the whisk in and carefully mixing before he would go faster and try not to splatter the batter everywhere.

"Fine with me," Steve took a step back, and sat at the table, just appreciating the view, because the faster Tony mixed, the more he wiggled his butt, something Tony wasn't aware of, but Steve knew and found very attractive.

***

"Steve, let's get hot-dogs!"

"Sure," Steve agreed, taking a stroll with Tony around the park, seeing the cart in the distance. It was a calm, sunny day, the air was crisp and Tony looked very elegant in navy blue coat paired with some slacks and sport shoes, giving it a casual look. Steve didn't look too shabby either, in a faux leather jacket in brown color, jeans, and a white shirt. Wherever they went, the superhusbands couple, as the press named them, was always attracting attention, but this day differed from others. Meaning, they attracted even more attention. Especially Tony. During their walk, Tony already heard a couple of 'yeah, Iron Man!' which made him smile and wave to whoever shouted it, and while it was sweet, Steve couldn't help to think that everyone around him knew something he didn't.

"Steve, what topping you want?"

"Oh," Steve blinked, too deep in his thoughts to notice that they reached the hot-dog cart, "um, mustard and ketchup, please," he said to the mustached man running the cart.

"Traditionalist," Tony complained about Steve's basic choice and started placing his order, enlisting almost every topping and sauce available.

"Please give him extra napkins. Or a bib," Steve said to the seller, and the guy laughed friendly, while Tony scoffed and playfully pushed at Steve's shoulder.

Maybe he was just being paranoid. People always talked about him and Tony and today was no different. Tony thanked for the hot-dogs and paid, and they resumed walking. Steve held his regular looking hot-dog, while Tony measured every bite, trying to get all the avocado, salsa and sliced jalapeños in his mouth, without getting it all over his clothes, while still holding hands with Steve and watching it, Steve felt somehow calm and happy. Being with Tony really made him happy.

"You seriously need a bib," Steve pointed out in good humor, biting his hot-dog and observing Tony struggle with his food and failed attempts to eat neatly.

***

"Babe..."

"Hm?"

"Don't you think it was kinda weird today?"

"What, why?" Tony leaned against Steve's bare chest, rubbing hand cream over his hands. All the work with heavy machinery and different machine oils and greases was drying his skin and Tony used to rub a ridiculous amount of moisturizing cream into his hands each time before going to sleep.

"I don't know," Steve frowned, lifting his arm so Tony could fit better into him. He pulled the covers over them and sunk into the bed, making himself more comfortable. Overall, it was a nice day, just something felt odd. "People kept staring at us."

"People always stare at us," Tony smiled patiently. That wasn't anything new, and Tony thought that Steve already got used to their public status.

"Yeah, but - it was different today," Steve thought out loud, stroking Tony's arm with his thumb. Usually, people flocked to them, trying to initiate small talk, ask for autographs. Today, it was only staring. As if everyone made some silent agreement to give them some privacy, while just observing. It was eerier than openly going crazy over them. "You even got donuts for free," Steve pointed out.

"Yeah," Tony laughed, sounding embarrassed. After they had eaten hot-dogs, Tony had a craving for something sweet and talked Steve into visiting his favorite donut place. He was a regular and usually his order was prepared even before he had placed it and today a smiley girl handed him a box, saying that it was on the house. Tony had a rule of not accepting free stuff, but the smiley girl, who turned out to be the manager, insisted. Begrudgingly, Tony had agreed, not to cause a scene, but had left a generous tip, which was more than enough to cover three boxes of donuts. "I kinda feel bad about it. But the donuts were good, right?"

"Yeah, they were," Steve agreed, not quite satisfied with the answer. The day was ending, and he still had more questions than answers.

"Alright, I see that's something is bothering you. And you know what is good for that?"

If Steve had hope for some explanations, he was quickly proven wrong, once Tony rolled on his side and put a leg over Steve's thighs, straddling him. Warm hands resting on his chest and Tony moved in closer, evoking some heat in lower parts of Steve's body.

If he couldn't get any answers, it was the best way to silence his brain.

Until Tony's overly moisturized hands slipped on his skin, and Tony instead of leaning in intimately, fell forward, headbonking their foreheads and temporarily blinding Steve with pain, while both screamed.

"Ow," Tony rolled down, massaging his forehead, "okay, that wasn't how I planned it," he admitted, hissing the words out.

Steve shook his head, getting the shocked feeling out of his system. He growled and threw himself over Tony, who squeaked in self-defense and started laughing, laughing some more until Steve kissed him quiet, planning to make his boyfriend loud again later.

And it was sweet again.

***

The mystery resolved itself the next day when a colorful cover of a magazine got in Steve's line of sight while he had been standing in a queue to the cash register in his regular supermarket. It was one of those gossiping magazines, ones Steve usually paid no mind, but the photo on the cover was of him and Tony and it was a recent one, snapped yesterday. The headline, written in bold letters, sounded absurd at first, but the more Steve focused on it, the more it made sense and he felt as if someone dumped a bucket of ice-cold water on him. He had grabbed the magazine, paid for the groceries, and hurried out, different feelings brewing in him and making his steps heavier.

Shock. Anger. Betrayal.

"Why didn't you tell me?!"

Tony's shoulders jumped when a colorful magazine fell on his lap, covering his tablet and interrupting his work time back in the Avengers Tower. He quickly scanned the covers, seeing himself and Steve, holding hands and walking down the sidewalk, chatting and smiling at each other, Tony holding a paper bag with the box of free donuts. It wasn't the worst picture, they both looked happy and in love, but it was when Tony saw the headline and understood the snappy tone.

'Tony Stark celebrating his birthday with Captain America on the streets of New York'.

Exclusive material. Of course.

Tony carefully lifted his eyes, meeting Steve's judging look. The way Steve crossed his arms below his chest and furrowed his eyebrows made him look intimidating but also pronounced his biceps and chest and the clenched teeth gave nice definition to his jawline. Unfairly attractive.

"I didn't think it was a big deal," Tony blurted out, feeling only minimally sorry. For him, birthday wasn't that grand. True, back in the days, he liked to throw big parties, but since he joined the Avengers, calm days were rare, and he was happy to spent his birthday calmly, just with Steve.

"Not a big -" Steve raised his voice, stopping himself on time, when Tony cocked his head to the side, sending his boyfriend a quizzical look. With a sigh, Steve closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I wish you had told me," Steve admitted, more mad at himself than at Tony. Definitely more mad at himself. How he could not know that it had been his boyfriend's birthday? He saw Tony's SHIELD file and his birth date was right there, in front of his nose, how he could skip it? He was supposed to have a photographic memory and even memorized Tony's social security number, which was the easiest combination of numbers in the world and it was a true puzzle how someone as intelligent as Tony couldn't remember the combination of nine digits.

"Baby, it's fine-"

"No, Tony it's - It was your first birthday since we started dating and we didn't even do anything special," Steve continued, frustration and embarrassment clear in his voice.

"Well, if that counts, I think yesterday was pretty great."

"You do?" Steve opened his eyes, seeing Tony smiling warmly at him.

"Yeah. We ate breakfast together, went for a walk, got hot-dogs and donuts, and had sex," Tony listed, counting on his fingers and showing five of them, "that hits every mark of great birthday in my notebook."

Steve's eyes softened. It was a relief to hear that Tony saw yesterday like that, but Steve still felt that they could do something better and more memorable. But as long as his boyfriend was happy...

"You just didn't tell me, because you didn't want me to have my revenge," Steve pointed out in humor, feeling relieved about his screw up and sat on the couch next to his boyfriend.

"Revenge?"

"For my birthday. You hired two girls in Captain America USO girl's costumes to follow me around and sing 'The Star-Spangled Man with a Plan' for the whole day."

Tony laughed, remembering that day well and how embarrassed Steve had tried to lose the girls, who were surprisingly fast on their high heels. They had even followed Steve to the bathroom, singing their hearts out in front of the closed door, something Tony had to pay extra for.

"They were two actresses in training and did a great job. I am sure that it boosted their CVs," Tony giggled, unbothered by Steve's unamused look. "Besides, what revenge? We were not dating back then!"

"Oh, so you think that I forgave you all the things you did to me just because we are dating now?" Steve asked, lips curling into a smile.

"I thought that since you started to find me pretty, I got a clean slate," Tony smiled, sounding smug.

"I found you pretty back then too. Pretty annoying!" Steve summed up before Tony could get too smug. There were no hurt feelings, just Tony bursting into laughter again. One of the prettiest sounds in Steve's opinion. "Hey," Steve took his boyfriend's hand, trying to get Tony's attention and end the laughing fit. "Can I at least wish you a happy birthday now?" he asked. It was delayed, but Steve really would like to do that.

"Sure," Tony smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners. To make it sweeter, Steve moved in closer and cupped Tony's chin, locking their lips in a delicate kiss. Sweet and simple and full of love.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart," Steve whispered when the kiss ended, looking into Tony's brown eyes with all adoration he had for his man.

Tony smiled, eyes and nose scrunching with the movement, his face having that happy, soft glow that showed on Tony's face only during special moments. "Thank you," Tony said, going in for more kisses.

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