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Angle

Angle

[hanniiesuckle17]

Single Dad Jihoon

A/n: omg i haven’t written for seventeen in so lonngggggg. but like MY MAN^^. also i was debating making this a smau? but i thought I would just format it like the others. I really hope you like it! 

Requested by: @septicfabgi

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Warnings: None

Genre: single dad!au, romance, fluff

So single dad Jihoon

gets zero sleep

he has the latest state of the art coffee machine 

has a panic attack when he runs out of caffeine

his daughter, Yoona, is everything to him though

shes about three years old, almost four

her mom just wasn’t ready for being a parent so Jihoon took care of his daughter

having put a lot of money in saving Jihoon could actually afford a pretty nice house for his daughter to grow up in

it even had a pool in the back

(one the rest of the boys thoroughly took advantage of)

Yoona is an angel and she is a complete daddy’s girl

Jihoon is also WHIPPED for his daughter

often falls asleep with bows in his hair or cheap makeup on his cheek

He trys to work from home as often as he can

jihoon even installed a full recording studio in the house so boys could come over and record at his home instead of the company

when he did have to leave the house, he tried to take his daughter with him wherever he could

carats loved seeing woozi with his little girl

she was always featured in the behind the scenes of dance practices and mv shootings

she sometimes manages to get in the backs of shots in mvs

carats love playing spot Yoona when Seventeen has a comeback

she is quite the shy little girl though, around people she doesn’t know

she doesn’t like going to fansigns so Jihoon usually has to hire a sitter or ask the staff to keep watch of her backstage

while she is shy she loves dancing so Jihoon put her in ballet lessons

he makes sure to always come to her recitals and most of the boys come to 

Minghao and Seungkwan standing up in the back with their phones recording and cheering their heads off as soon as the see Yoona’s little pink tights step out on stage

Jihoon legit having to pull them back down in their seats

but he always gets his little girl flowers after a performance and lets her pick where they all go out to eat after

Hoshi, S.Coups, and Seungkwan help out the most when Jihoon really needs it

since Hoshi works the most with Jihoon while recording, he became Yoona’s unspoken God Father

he gets her little tiger print outfits which drives Jihoon crazy

“SOONYOUNG! WHAT THE HE-”

“Bro no cursing in front of your daughter”

Jihoon looks angrily between Hoshi and Yoona

“No more tiger print.”

“What about cheetah?”

“NO!”

Yoona loves swimming in the pool

she often convinces her father to throw pool parties for the members so they will come over and play with her

she practically lives in the pool so Jihoon had to install cameras in the backyard in case she slips past her sitter to go swimming

okay so how you met Jihoon

you were working as a nanny

you were in between households when you got a call from your friend (the nanny Jihoon usually hired) 

she told you she had to go out of town to help with some family issues but the single dad she usually worked for desperately needed a sitter for the week.

you parked your car in the driveway of the very nice modern style house, completely in shock

“This is the right address right?” you mumbled double checking the text she sent you

usually, single parents that hired you lived in very small houses or apartments

not two story modern houses with a nice Tesla parked in the driveway

you hesitantly knocked on the door

a very handsome man, with wet dyed blonde hair opened the door with a tired smile

“Are you the nanny?” 

there were happy screams coming from inside the house and splashes

“Um...yes! I’m Y/n. F/n said you needed me-”

“Yes, thank goodness. Come in. She’s in the back.” 

the man quickly ushered you inside and out to the backyard

“I’m Jihoon by the way. Hoshi is playing with Yoona in the pool.” 

“Oh! How long have you two been together?” 

he stopped in his tracks looking at you with wide eyes and nervous laugh

Jihoon looked you up and down while running a hand through his damp hair

“OH NO! I’m not- We aren’t- ....Hoshi is just...We are in the same band. He is supposed to be working with me in the studio with me this week, but I can’t leave Yoona alone all day.”

you nodded and followed him through the nice kitchen and out to the pool

you saw the cutest little girl playing with another man with jet black hair

“Daddy!” 

the little girl that looked very much like the man who answered the door swam to the edge of the pool and reached for him. 

jihoon pulled up the three year old and introduced the two of you

you hit it off and you were spending every minute with Yoona 

every day of the week was spent at Jihoon’s home taking care of Yoona while he worked in the home studio or at the company

Jihoon always made sure to come home early enough or take a break long enough to tuck Yoona in when it was time for bed

After knowing Jihoon for two weeks you had gotten pretty close and you were certain about one thing

He was a workaholic

“Take a break Jihoon.” 

He shrugged at your words as you closed the door to Yoona’s room.

“I’m fine.”

“Jihoon, take a break. Your deadline isn’t until this weekend and Hoshi said that the album is practically finished already.”

You pushed him into the kitchen and forced him to sit down on a stool. 

the two of you talked over a bottle of wine Jihoon had stashed away after his housewarming party

you still found it insane that he already owned this entire house and he was only 23

after that night talking with Jihoon after Yoona had gone to bed was a nightly occurrence

Eventually Jihoon found himself enjoying your company in ways that he shouldn’t when he was actively paying you to take care of his daughter.

He just fell in love with how caring you were 

he loved how happy you made him

However he knew he couldn’t make a move if he was still hiring you

“Y/n you��re fired.” 

You looked wide eyes at Jihoon before eyeing Yoona in your lap

She was giving her father a confused look too.

“What do you mean? Did I do something wrong?” 

“No, no, no. Look, I really really like you. And it’s really not appropriate for me to have a crush on someone I’m employing.” 

Suddenly being fired wasn’t so bad.

You told Yoona to go play in her room, so you could talk to her dad alone.

“Yeah, I guess sleeping with my boss would be pretty bad.” 

Jihoon blushed at your words but smiled and wrapped you in his arms. 

He pressed his lips against yours hand cupping your cheek

“Oh, you are so fired.” He whispered with a smile against your lips

The two of you began dating after he fired you

A new nanny was hired but they only last a few months

Jihoon insisted you move in with him and Yoona since you spent most nights there anyway

You took care fo Yoona like your own daughter which allowed Jihoon to work more outside the house

He would come home to dinner made hot and just for him, his daughter asleep or waiting for him in the living room.

Your relationship was kept a secret for a long time because Jihoon was really ready to share you with the whole yet

he wanted you all to himself....occasionally sharing you with his little girl

when your relationship did come out, he wanted to make sure that you weren’t planning on leaving him any time soon.

he would think long and hard about it

one night the two of you were just sitting on the couch one night, Yoona asleep on your lap and watching a random cartoon when Jihoon stood up all of a sudden and returned from the kitchen with a bottle of champagne and two glasses

“What are you doing?” 

He shushed you pointing to his sleeping daughter in your arms. He popped the bottle and poured two glasses

Jihoon then got down on one knee and took your hands in his

“Y/n will you marry me? I want you part of my family, our family. I’m in love with you more than you will ever know and I know Yoona loves you just as much as I do. So, what do you say? It’ll be kind of awkward if you say no, because....I already opened the champagne.”

You laughed and pulled him in for a kiss “Yes”

Jihoon felt sure in your relationship and felt better about letting the world know

He was happy with his family and he didn’t care what the world though

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Aladdin Queen fic John Deacon x reader Chap. 9; Paul’s betrayal is revealed

*Author’s note*

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The next morning I was walking along the palace corridors with Abu on my back now that he was back to being a monkey.  He was chattering away at me but I told him.

“Don’t worry, when the time is right. I will tell him.” Suddenly two guards stood in front of me and spoke not a word, just continued to glare at me.  I looked at them annoyed as I said as Abu hopped off my shoulder. “Morning?”

“Morning.” I heard behind me.  There stood the Captain of the English guard.  I turned back and muttered,

“Not again.” I was then escorted towards the lower level of the palace while Abu hid behind a large vase.

Next thing I knew, I was being tied to a chair, my hands bound and my legs tied by two of the guards that accompanied the Captain of the guard.  They pushed me towards the edge of the balcony and I could hear below me the sea crashing against the cliff’s edge.

“Please, please gentlemen. You’re making a big mistake here. You have no idea who I am.”

“Oh no, no I know who you are. (Y/n).” Paul said as he came into the room.

“(Y/n)?” his parrot soon landed on the arm of my chair as I continued, “I don’t know that name. I’m Princess Ali of…..”

“Street rat.” His parrot mocked me.

“Of Ababwa.”

“The princess of a kingdom that doesn’t exist. Who now possesses a magic carpet from the Cave of Wonders.” Paul spoke as he looked down at a book. “Seems the only way you would’ve escaped was if you were to have found a treasure. My treasure.”

Oh my god…..he…..Paul was the old man that took me to the Cave of Wonders.  He must’ve used some sort of potion or spell to age himself to trick me into getting him the lamp.

“Where’s your monkey!?” his parrot squawked.

“Where’s the lamp?” I tried to stay strong and stick to my story.

“Look; there’s clearly been some misunderstanding here. My name is Princess Ali.”

“If I throw you from that balcony, and you are who you say you are. You will die a watery death. Which would make dear Prince John so disappointed, especially if he were to think it was suicidal.” Oh that lying snake! How dare he do that to John. “But if by some miracle you survive, it can only be because of the lamp. In that case I shall have my answer. Now for the last time,”

I looked down towards the sea before quickly looking back to see him place the end of his staff against my chest.  His eyes wide with desperation and coldness.

“Where. Is. The lamp?”

“Paul Prenter; I am not who you say I am.”

“Goodbye (y/n).”

“No!” I gasped and I soon felt myself falling backwards what felt like hundreds of feet down towards the sea.  I kept flipping over in my chair since I couldn’t move until I suddenly felt the chair break and water consumed my vision as I sunk to the bottom.

*3rd Person POV*

Abu who earlier had snuck past the guards as his master and best friend was taken away raced back to her room and grabbed the lamp before screeching at Carpet telling him that (y/n) was in trouble.

Together the two of them flew off only to soon see (y/n) being thrown off a balcony tied to a chair.  Carpet tried to fly as fast as he could but it was too late.

After he had done his deed, Paul looked over the balcony to see if anything magical was about to happen.  But when the sea stood still with only the pieces of the chair still floating along the current, he merely shrugged and left his map room.

From the bottom of the sea, (y/n) soon saw the silhouette of carpet just a few inches above the water and soon the lamp began to sink down towards the bottom.  As the lamp reached the sea floor, she quickly swam up to it as best she could and tried to reach out with her bound fingers to try and rub the lamp.

Above the sea, Abu nervously chattered hoping that his best friend was going to make it up alive.  Unfortunately (y/n) was starting to run out of air as she could feel the lamp getting any closer to her.  Soon her squirming ceased and all that came out of her were small amounts of air bubbles before she finally passed out.

Then by some miracle, the lamp got closer to her and her fingers just barely grazed it. It activated and Freddie soon came popping out and he said annoyed.

“Never fails, get in the bath and there’s a rub at the lamp. Alright what is—” but when he looked around to see that he was now in the sea, he quickly turned around to see (y/n) lying on the sea floor motionless. “Oh no (y/n)! Darling listen, hey.” He lifted her up off the ground and said as he held her arms. “I can’t help you unless you make a wish. You have to make a wish! C’mon wake up!”

But no matter how much he pleaded, she didn’t wake up.

“Okay just—just try and form the words for me dear, ‘I wish…’” but as he let her go, she merely dropped back towards the ground. “Oh my darling girl no, this can’t be happening. Oh god, oh god, oh god oh god please no!” He then decided enough was enough, if he didn’t act fast she was going to die. “Okay, okay. Little gray area here but it’s worth a try.”

He made a contract appear and went behind her and placed the contract down and said as he used the ropes that bound her hands behind her back to sign the contract.

“I, (Y/n), being of sound, body and mind. Declare that my second wish is to be saved from certain doom.’ I took the liberty to backdate that a day, I hope you don’t mind.” He hooked the lamp to her side and said again, “Okay my darling, here we go, here we go!”

He then cried out as he quickly spun around creating a whirlpool that could be seen from above before he shot out crying out toward the sky carrying his master bridal style in his arms.  Just as he shot up halfway out of the sea, he quickly poofed back into her room and carried her to her bed.

“Oh c’mon (y/n) dear, wake up. Come on don’t do this to me. Please you lovely darling.” It was then a knock was heard at the door. “Oh shit now what?” he quickly phased into his disguise and went up to the door and cracked it open and was shocked to see who was on the other side.  “Prince John.”

“Hello Freddie, is—Ali awake yet?”

“She uhh….she’s…..”

“Why are you all wet?”

“I was just in the bath darling, now please I need to get the Princess dressed.”

“I thought I heard a scream come from outside, please just tell me if she’s okay.” When Freddie didn’t respond to John’s question, he immediately barged right inside and was shocked to see (y/n) completely wet from head to toe in her clothes and not showing any signs of life. “Oh god!” He rushed over to her and held her face between his hands. “What happened?!” he demanded.

“Deacy why did you just barge into Princess A—what the bloody hell is going on!?” Brian’s voice soon spoke up.

“What happened to her Fred?” Roger snapped.

“Never mind that just help me with her!” John demanded.  Brian, Roger and Freddie raced over to them.  John moved her to the floor so that she would be totally flat while Brian checked her pulse.

“It’s weak. I can barely feel anything.”

“Okay, Deacy you’ll have to give her CPR, press your hands against her chest for five beats then exhale some air into her to give her some oxygen.” Roger explained to John.  He nodded and proceeded to do chest compressions on her before exhaling some air into her mouth.

“Come on Ali, wake up. C’mon please don’t do this to me.” He continued with the CPR as best he could.  By the fourth time and just as he lifted his head up from hers, she suddenly lurched to her right and coughed up some water, right towards Freddie.

“Eww, you could’ve probably done that the other direction dear.”

*My POV*

I suddenly lurched forward and coughed as much water as I could and I heard Freddie’s voice.  But the first thing I saw as I opened my eyes was John.  The early sunrise giving him that sort of angelic glow as he looked down at me worriedly.

“You okay?” he asked me as I felt him cup the side of my face.  I breathed in as much air as I could.

“I think so. You—saved me. All of you……Especially you Freddie.” I softly spoke.

“Well, before the princes came in, it was a team effort.” He said quietly gesturing towards Carpet and Abu who were hiding by the balcony.

“Thank you.”

“(Y/n) what happened? Who did this to you?” asked Brian.

“You wouldn’t believe me…..if I told you.”

“Try us.” Said Roger.  I slowly sat up, but my arms were still shaky to support me.  So John wrapped his arm around me and helped me sit up and he even allowed me to use his body for support.  I rested my head on his shoulder and I said.

“It was Paul.” At hearing his name, all three of the Princes were angry.

“That son of a bitch! I knew he was trouble but never did I—” Brian snapped.

“Welcome to our world Bri.” Roger sarcastically snided.

“Why would he do this to you?” John asked me.

“If I may interject, your majesties,” spoke Freddie.  They turned to Freddie and he continued, “Paul has been secretly planning on obtaining all three of your father’s thrones. We have reason to believe that he’s been trying to obtain enough power in order to gain what he wants. He’s fooled everyone, including your fathers in order to gain full trust so they wouldn’t expect him of anything.”

“I’ve had my suspicions. A couple nights ago he wanted to invade my mother’s home kingdom.” Said John.  Brian and Roger were in shock trying to process the information, but they too had their suspicions of Paul ever since he came to work for them.

“We have to stop him.” I said as I tried to support myself but John took hold of my shoulders and gently picked me up bridal style and set me back on the bed.

“We will. But right now, you need to rest.” He tucked a strand of wet hair out of my face and the two of us stared at each other.

“We’ll—give you two some privacy.” Said Brian as he got up to leave, however Roger and Freddie stood still and just happily watched the show with know at all grins on their faces.  John cleared his throat and eyed the two men who snapped out of their trance and Roger said.

“Oh right silly us. C’mon Fred.”

“Right behind you Roger dear, best leave these two lovebirds alone.” He cheekily winked at us which caused me to blush and soon my bedroom doors closed once more.  As a soft wind blew in from the balcony, I shivered suddenly feeling absolutely cold.

“Oh here, let’s get you into something else before you get pneumonia.” He went into the wardrobe and pulled out another dress, this time it was a magenta color.  “If you want I can leave for a moment till you’re ready.”

“I can just change in the bathroom. Just—promise you won’t look.”

“I promise.” He said as he raised his left hand up and crossed his heart with his right index finger.  I smiled and headed towards the bathroom and removed my wet green dress and put on the magenta dress.  When I gotten the dress on, I stepped out and he looked toward me. “Better?”

“A bit, but still a bit cold though.” He stood up and removed his vest once more and just like he did last night, he placed it over my shoulders and he said.

“And how’s that?”

“Wonderful.” I exhaled softly as the two of us stared into each other’s eyes.  I felt a lump in my throat and my heart began to race erratically as he leaned forward, his nose gently nudging against mine before our lips once again touched each other’s.

We separated from each other before I fully turned around and cupped his face with both my hands and he leaned in and captured my lips once more in a more passionate kiss.  Next thing I knew, we were both on my bed with him hovering over me.

I buried my fingers into his soft, chocolate brown hair and I felt him starting to kiss down my neck.  

Oh Allah never have I felt such great pleasure before in my life, my stomach felt like it was on fire as I felt his hands gently move up from my hips, to my sides. He was just about touched my breasts when I snapped back into reality.

“Wait, wait John.” He stopped and he suddenly grew fearful as he backed away and hide his face into his hands.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Ali I—I really hope you don’t think I’m just trying to sack you. I would never take advantage of you like that. If I did I am truly sorry. I’m a bastard I—”

“No, no John you didn’t. I just….” Should I tell him the truth now? Or should I hold off till after we take care of Paul? “We should take care of Paul first before we—you know.”

“Yeah. Yes of course. We’ll take care of him this afternoon.” He lay down across from me and cupped my cheek in his hand, his thumb gently stroking along my cheek. “He won’t get away with this. I swear it.” I nodded and placed my hand on top of his and kissed his palm before snuggling up into his chest.

I felt his arms wrap around me and his chin resting on top of my head, feeling him every now and then kiss the crown of my head.  The two of us stayed cuddled up in my bed for the rest of the morning.

*3rd Person POV*

Later that afternoon in the throne room, John, Brian and Roger had their backs turned to the main door looking at the three thrones as soon entering the main throne room were their fathers, some of the guards and Paul.

“I saw it with my own eyes my lords. Princess Ali and her servant fled into the night.”

“What?” asked King Harold.

“Not only that, but it would seem she will also return with an army to conquer our homeland.” When they saw the three princes’, the kings questioned their sons if this was true.  The princes turned around and Brian said.

“You said you saw her leave Paul? And that you heard her say she’s going to send an armed battalion onto our shores?”

“Yes Prince Brian. I saw her with my own two eyes.” Roger hummed.

“If what you say is true Paul,” soon walking in was (y/n) and Freddie as John continued as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Then why is Princess Ali still here?” Iago squawked out as he flew off.

“Uh-oh.”

*My POV*

John wrapped his arm around me and I greeted the kings.  Paul staring at me in fake relief but his eyes showed true shock as he said to me in a forced tone.

“Princess Ali……what an unexpected surprise.”

“My kings your advisor is not who he says he is.” I answered as John took my hand in his and I felt him stroke the back of it, giving me comfort and relief because boy did I want to strangle Paul at this very moment.

“Oh. I’m not who I say I am.”

“Father, he tried to kill Princess Ali this morning.” John answered.

“Paul, can you explain this?” John’s father asked.

“Yes, my kings. You know my loyalty belongs to you.”

“Your loyalty……” the kings dragged out almost like they were in a trance. “Your loyalty…..” it was then John’s father turned towards me and he said.

“Princess Ali. You invite yourself here, and we took you in as our guest. But it would seem your actions are—” he trailed off before sneering out. “Deceitful! You have seduced my son like a succubus and have wind him into your web of lies.”

“Father what are you—”

“Silence John! Paul’s told me everything about her intentions.” It was then I took notice of Paul’s snake staff. “She wants our throne!”

“Hakim!” Roger’s father called out but before he continued, I quickly reacted.  I grabbed Paul’s staff and lifted it high above my head, then as hard as I could, I slammed it down to the ground, breaking the head clean off.

Smoke and magic evaporated into the air as the kings were now free of Paul’s control.

“Father.” Brian, Roger and John asked their fathers.

“What’s happened?” asked Brian’s father.

“He had you three under a spell.” I answered them.

“Your majesties, she spews lies. My loyalty belongs only to you three.” Paul tried to save himself.

“He wants to bury your kingdoms to the ground so that he can rule all of England.”

“Paul Prenter. You were our most trusted advisor, we took you in when your parents abandoned you and this is how you repay us?! Hakim! Lock him in the dungeons!” John’s father proclaimed.  Soon Hakim, the lead guard and a few others took Paul down to the dungeons.

I immediately felt John’s arms wrap around me and he picked me up and spun me around.

“John! John, put me down.” I giggled.  He set me down and suddenly kissed me.

“You were brilliant love.”

“Well I—”

“So it is true?” we turned to see John’s father walking towards us. “My son has finally chosen a princess?” John smiled and held me close and nodded.

“My kings I—”

“No, no, my dear we must sincerely apologize. Never did we believe that our own council would be plotting against us all these years. But it took a smart woman like you to realize it.”

“And we are forever grateful to you, Princess Ali.” Answered Roger’s father.

“Actually your majesties there’s…..something that I…..”

“Hold on Ali. If I may, there’s…..something that I would like to say to you.” John interrupted me.  He took my hands in his and turned fully towards me. “Ever since coming here, never did I think someone was going to affect me the way you have. Every other Princess in the world has only thought about how our marriage would affect them, but you—you are completely different than what I expected. You’ve shown me so much, and….I feel so complete with you.” He reached into his vest and pulled out a beautiful diamond ring. “This was the ring my father proposed to my mother with when they first met. And he gave it to me, so that when I would find my princess, I would give it to her. So I ask you Princess Ali of Ababwa,” he knelt down on one knee and presented the ring, “Will you marry me?”

“Oh fuck.” Freddie muttered.  I was—well shocked isn’t even the word that I would use right now.

“John I—” With everyone literally waiting on baited breathe, and looking down at John’s nervous face as he kept hold of the ring, I knew I couldn’t reject him like this.  “Which finger do I put this on?” he choked out a nervous chuckle and he said.

“Wedding finger love.” I swallowed back my nerves before finally saying the most dangerous word that I would ever say in my entire life.

“Yes.” With that the entire room was in applause as John smiled widely and stood up and kissed me with loving passion.  After he separated his placed the ring on my left ring finger and held my left hand to admire the ring.

“It looks beautiful on you my love.” He leaned his forehead against mine and embraced me.  I smiled forcefully as my heart just sunk to the floor and my stomach churned.

“And in light of this happy occasion, I would be most honored. To call you my daughter.” John’s father came up and cupped my face before giving me a kiss on the cheek and hugged me as well telling me congratulations.

As John took me back into his arms and I nuzzled into his long hair, all I could think of was what the hell have I done?

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Kid Icarus Sky Bound Chapter Fourteen:

Blizzard-Barrier

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Chapter Fourteen -  Blizzard-Barrier

Icarus continued flying, occasionally jumping cloud to cloud.

“HEY!” He knew that voice, he didn’t like that voice. He turned to see distant lighting as Phosphora came closer. 

“By the light please not allow her to be stupid” Icarus pleaded as he stood on a cloud, arms crossed over his chest. 

“There you are!” Phosphora panted, that was weird. 

“What do you want Phosphora?” Icarus sighed. 

“You! Your the only being up here with some connection to Pit! And right now we need to know where he is” Phosphora growled, that surprised Icarus. 

“Why do you of all people want to find my brother?” Icarus asked. 

“I don’t think you’ve noticed but Pit has a habit of saving everyone from destruction and keeping the holy world in one piece. I’ve been having the forces of nature scour the barrier for anyway threw and I know you want to get to Pit and Pittoo and whatever the second one was named.”

“Putt” “Yeah him, and the short blondie, So I'll give you a deal. You find Pit and I get you threw the barrier” That was quite a deal. 

“I still have that favor to cash in from you Phosphora,” Icarus reminded. 

“Why now?”

“It’s the only possible way to get my brothers up to to the skies and get the Zodiacs back to power” Icarus said. 

“Zodiacs? What part do they play?” 

“I don’t know but if you take 30 seconds to look at the sky you’ll see THEY AREN’T THERE” 

“Fine! What do you need?” Phosphora huffed, Icarus was always like this. 

“Fine the Zodiac gate” 

Phosphora was shocked, the gate was difficult to find. Even harder then the Three Sacred Treasures. “The zodiac gate? Are you serious?” 

“Very, if I can’t get Pit up here. We. Are. Dead.” 

Phosphora gulped, thought, and caved. “Fine, give me the info I need and I’ll get you down there” Icarus smiled at this. 

“Let’s get back to the fortress” Phosphora sighed, better then hovering in air. Damn sky angels and their cloud walking abilities. Icarus nodded and followed after her. Maybe in another timeline Icarus would have an easier time getting used to loneliness, not this timeline. He hated being alone. Being around people who he mildly dislikes would be better than being alone at this point. Plus he could get to the surface. To his brothers. He needed to find them. 

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Pit woke to something heavy on his stomach. He barely managed to open his eyes with the light shining right into his eyes. It took a while before he got adjusted to the light. 

He groaned and propped himself up on his good arm to see what was preventing him from breathing right. It was Putt. 

Pit smiled and lay back down, Putt was always clingy not that Pit minded. He looked affection! 

“Oh good, you’re wake” Tepero said, his voice monotone like always, “wear this. It used to me mine, Putt already has one and there’s an extra for Pittoo” he dropped a box on the bed and with that Tepero left his cloak and veil flowing behind.

Pit groaned and sat up, “Putt, Putt we need to get dressed. Putt wake up.”

“Five more minutes big brother” Putt said sleepily, “you’re warm.”

“That’s because of the blankets, we’re practically cold-blooded” Pit reminded him. 

Putt shushed him and snuggled back to go to sleep. Pit sat and thought for a moment before he got an idea. 

“Putt, my dear little brother, I love you”  That woke Putt up. He, unlike Pit, didn’t hear it very often. “Really?” Putt asked like an excited puppy. 

“Of course I do, but we really need to get dressed.” Pit said now that he had Putt’s attention. Putt nodded and rolled off Pit. Years of discipline made it a lot easier to get out of bed when told for Pit. Granted we would miss the warm blankets but he had a powerful motivator to get out of bed. Putt was quick to get dressed and quick to help Pit, It hurt like the underworld to move his bandaged arm. 

“There, I think you’re good” Putt finally said. “Who knew Tepero was so small such a long time ago.” 

“Who keeps their clothes for that long?” Pit asked, he wasn’t complaining, it was just kind of outlandish, even for Pit.

“Tepero apparently” Both laughed at that until Pit winced and held his right side, “Ouch, my ribs” Pit winced. 

“Here let be try something” Putt said, he took the sash that was supposed to be tied around his waist and used it to be sort of a makeshift sling. 

“That’s a lot better! Thanks Putt” Pit smiled. It really did take off some of the pressure. It wasn’t just his arm that was hurt, his hip and let on the right side, as well as some of his torso. It stung and he walked with a limp but he would be ok in a couple of days. Angel healing boost!

He could take a lot, being slammed into an ancient unbreakable magic wall by a beast brewing with ancient power was not one of the things he could take. 

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Magnus was surprised at how fast angels worked when motivated, mainly because there was a box that had an outfit that fit him well when he woke up. Was it creepy? Yeah, really creepy. Was it helpful? Also, yeah. He would accept this creepy gift with grace. 

How he woke up? Well Clover had busted into his room yelling joyfully about her new dress and how much she loved it. She reminded him of someone, someone who he couldn’t protect years again. Now he could protect people.

But now he was on a mission with a 13 year old looking angel that probably had decades on him who was looking for his brothers and a way to get back to the skies. 

An eight year old who was homeless for a year or longer, somehow survived, loved to yell and go on about flowers and who wanted to help Pit home so she could find her dad. She was also somehow a witch.

And him, a mortal. He really didn’t know how he had gotten this far with them. Maybe the angel’s goddess was watching over him, keeping him from getting screwed over to badly. 

Or maybe Pit’s older brother? Who knows. He certainly didn’t. 

They all met at the dinner table, Clover noticed Pit’s arm. 

She let out a little gasp. “Why is arm like that?” She asked looking up from her breakfast, angel made and she couldn’t be happier about it. 

“It’s ok Cloe, I’ll be fine in a could of days” Pit reassured, “it’s not like my wings where hurt” 

“Where they?” Tepero asked. 

“No, my wings as fine as they can be” Pit laughed. 

“Good” A stoic voice grumbled, Demolo, Angel of Terror. 

“Demo!” Theo cheered running to his brother. Demolo was dressed in a thick cloak and clothing. Demolo picked up the eight year old to shield him from the freezing floor.

“Good morning” Phomolo muttered, Angel of Fear. 

They were twins, or they claimed. They looked near identical, dark brown hair, almost black eyes and near nonexistent eye whites nor any shine. 

They looked scary, granted their titles where scary. Pit knew why Lord Ares always wore a helmet, he looked even scarier then his sons. His children all carried the characteristic of colored eye whites and looking distinctly non-human. Just Demolo and Phomolo look after the scary eye colors. 

“Good morning, I see you are well Pit,” Adre, Angel of Revolt and Balance. She also carried the aspect of scary but her hair was fire red and waved much like her fathers even with no wind to do so, her eyes like her mother and where a fierce green. 

It was uncommon for certain traits to pass down through family. Skin color, hair condition, where always a dice roll. Eyes and hair color could be genealogical but not always. Most things where dice rolls hence why angels could easily be tossed around. It wasn’t common anymore but it was once common to take an angel child from others if it looked like you. Only gods were allowed to to do that, but it had fallen out of practice. 

Angels had a lot more rights now, granted Pit never followed the rules in the first place. 

Pit pushed his plate away from him and stood, “where's the Blizzard box?” “Why do you ask?” Hernerosa asked. “I need to shut off the Blizzard, the best place to start is where it comes from” Pit explained. 

It was a hike to get there but they definitely got there. 

“That does NOT look good” Putt muttered as Demolo pointed to the frosted box. Well it was more of a house. 

“Do we like, kick it open?” Pit asked. 

“Do what you must, just take it down” Demolo muttered, it was cold, too cold for the angels. 

Pit and Putt shrugged, “On three?” “yeah” 

“One” 

They both got ready.

“Two”

They readied for the pain. 

“Three” 

They ran and kicked the door with incredible force. The door crumbled the they landed in the box and Demolo walked in after them. 

“That went well” He commented. Putt pulled Pit to his feet. 

“As well as being covered in ice can go” Pit laughed as he moved to look over the mechanics. 

“Let’s see” He hummed looking over the gears. 

“There! Putt hand me a wrench and a hammer”

It took three hours and a lot of noise but it worked. 

“Why was it stuck?” Demolo asked now that Pit was done slamming the hammer into the machine. 

“A gear wasn’t locking with the one above it! Easily fixed with a hammer and perseverance. The thing the upper gear was on froze so it took a while. Then I had to reset the system  afterward witch why it took so long, I only have one arm,” Pit explained. Demolo nodded, then thought, and he spoke, “Do you think Dad was taken? He is the god of war.” 

Pit and Putt shrugged. 

“Anyway, thank you for fixing the barrier, We’ll see about finding a way to get you and your friends down the mountain. All our teleports went down so I will see to it personally that they are put back in place for easy transportation.” With that Demolo flew off.

“Are you ok to walk?” Putt asked, Pit’s limp had worsened. 

“Yeah, i’m fine! I just need to sit down for a while after we get back to the palace,”  Pit sighed as they walked, the snow and Pit’s limp made their walk slow but Putt didn’t mind. 

“You!” The voice boomed both turned battle ready even when one was injured but neither had weapons. 

“I can only guess it was you to bring down the blizzard” “Lord Ares?” Both said more like a question born out of disbelief. 

“Ah, I forget you are far more formal than my own, young warrior” Ares laughed. For the god of war he was very friendly, man who kept his work out of his life. “As soon as I heard my children where in danger I came as quickly as I could. Hard with no carriage and having to climb a mountain. I applaud you for keeping up with the others in the skies even with your setback.” Ares said gently patting Pit on his back. 

“But,” Ares paused, “I thought there were three of you now.” He plundered. 

“There are, Pittoo is lost among the surface. After Pit sets off again I will set off to find Pittoo.” Putt said but continued when he saw Pit’s confused face. “You have to find the other Zodiac’s don’t you?”

“Oh yeah! I was just hoping you would come with us, But having and extra set of eyes looking out for Pittoo would be great,” Pit smiled bright only to wince at the cut that was still on his cheek. 

“Ouch” He muttered quietly

“Go inside, you are a summer child not a child of winter winds.” Ares said sternly, he was a father. He easily picked up Pit even to his disdain and insistence that he could walk. 

“Nonsense! A warrior injured should be respected, you limp as you walk that is no good for snow” There was no fighting Ares. 

Ares, The god of war, always valued Pit as a capable opponent. They had yet to beat each other mostly because Ares didn’t want to hurt the angel. Angels were very durable but a bad hit to the wings and they were as good as dead. Although Pit had done a lot in his, compared to many gods, short life. 

Ares earned the hate of Zues to gladly teaching not only Pit but his brothers and other angels the ways of weaponry. Ares never understood why Angels were treated as servants, they were delicate to a degree but they were great archers by nature! 

He hired angels to work for him around his home but he paid them very well and boarded them and their family. He wanted to compensate for the fact he could eat enough for a small army. Since Pit’s rise he personally gave the angel his own title, Angel of war. Why? The child ended three of them. Maybe the title Angel of Peace would have been better suited.  But, too late to change it now. 

“Let us see how I can help in your quest” Ares said as they walked to the castle. 

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Here I Am, Pry Me Open (Norkus)

When Markus visits Washington, leaving North behind as his second-in-command, she finds herself desperate for her best friend to return. Finding herself comforted by an old human story of connection, she waits for him to return. Or, the story of the red string of fate, as shown by a pining North desperate to pull Markus back to her.

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North can’t stand human cliches. She can’t stand most humans at all, truthfully, but something about their little collection of sayings irk her. They’re misleadingly optimistic phrases for a species that have brought nothing but destruction and hate for as long as she can remember. (And there’s so much more she can’t but if she could, North knows she’d be furious about that too.)

But, there’s one story, one little saying, that she likes a little. The red string of fate. It’s old and almost sweet (as if she’d use the word sweet ) and a strange comfort as she watches Markus walk away out the window of a dusty church. He turns for a moment, finds her somehow, smiles one last time and North could have swore she felt a tug on an invisible string linking them together.

Despite all the shit she’ll get for it later, she smiles back at him, waves goodbye, ignoring the urge to pull him back to her on string no one else could see.

Androids didn’t sleep - they either go on standby mode or recharge mode - neither are needed every night the way humans rest. But, on the first night Markus spends travelling to Washington, North is restless.

She kept imagining an endless cord of red unravelling between them as he got further and further away; it was the furthurest they had ever been apart before.

It was a big step for deviants - Markus was allowed in the human section of a plane for one - the Washington negotiations were key if they wanted to follow up on the equality they had fought for nation wide.

Despite this, there was a selfish part of North that wanted Markus to stay. Washington was unfamiliar territory. He was smart and diplomatic (and calm : something she’d always be jealous of) but she couldn’t bring herself to trust the human politicians to look past their prejudices to see that.

Even with so much talk of peace, North couldn’t help but worry he was flying into a trap. With him hundreds of miles away, she couldn’t have his back like she usually did.

North pulled on the invisible string on her fingertip, hoping it wouldn’t snap in the ever-growing space between them.

    “It has been confirmed that deviant leader, a rare RK-200 model by the name of Markus, has arrived in Washington earlier this morning. With the situation in Detroit still tense, the negotiations between human and deviant representatives are more important than ever. Now, to our Washington correspondent.”

North crossed her arms, watching the blurry footage of Markus being escorted from the airport whilst journalists crowded around shouting questions.

“North?”

Ignoring the obvious concern in Josh’s voice, she frowned at the tablet. “He looks like a right idiot in that outfit. I mean, seriously, a suit?”

“He probably felt like it would help him fit in with the humans,” Simon replied from behind her.

“Markus shouldn’t have to fit in. His long grey coat would work better. Makes him look like a real rebel.”

“I think you’re the rebel in your relationship.”   

She frowned at the implications of the word relationship (it was, god forbid the curse of human cliches, complicated).

“North, you’ve been watching the news all morning. The talks don’t even start till tomorrow.” Josh caught Simon’s eye and they exchanged some kind of worried look, before he continued, “it’s helping you.”

“I’m just keeping an eye on things.”

“Markus put in charge of operations,” Josh added, never one to back down from anything.

“I can multitask.”

“You can’t keep an eye on the news and Jericho.”

Josh made a grab for the tablet. “Come help us sort out supplies.”

“Please,” Simon added.

“What kind of supplies?”

“Medical.”

“Boring.” Still North got up to follow them. “But, I’m checking the news again in an hour.”

They walked through the Church together, back to the friendly teasing she was used to.

The red string of fate didn’t always have to be romantic. North imagined a trio of strings tangled in the space between the three of them: companions for life. She also imagined two more strings connected to Markus in Washington, maybe not as tight or well monitored. But, always present if you knew where to look.

    The string of fate was red because it was human story. It was supposed to represent a heart string. By that logic, for androids it should be a blue string, for blue blood connecting blue hearts.

But North loved red. It was the colour of flames burning elastic underwear, the colour of broken code, the colour of artificial blush she never worked out how to turn off that only Markus’ soft words sparked.

So, their strong of fate was red. And now it was like an endless loop that stretched to Washington and back, threading back through the place on the tablet where Markus’ heart was.

For most of the androids at Jericho (despite the gossip), the meeting between Markus and North could be seen as a weekly update about their cause. For those who could visual the red link between them, it was clearly more.

“I want to have at least one signed treaty before I come back,” Markus continued, “I need something solid to prove we are moving forward.”

“How long do you think that will take?”

“A while. Washington isn’t as forward thinking as they wanted us to believe. They still look at me like I’m some kind of liberated toaster.” Markus laughed at his own joke. “But, there’s some progress. As long as they don’t think it’ll cost too much, we might come out with something.”

“If anyone can convince them, it’s you.”

There was a moment before he replied, the connection was flickering in and out.

“I hope so.” He leaves forward. “How are you?”

“Jericho is still running. We’ve been organising the new medical unit-“

“No, I asked about you . Obviously I care about Jericho. But I care about you too, North. So, tell me how you are, all the little things.”

“Okay, I feel…” feeling was part of being deviant but it wasn’t easy to talk about, usually she just showed him, “overworked. I’ve been managing the Jericho emails and it gave me a lag when I logged in. I don’t get how you do it.”

“Well, I type in the password-“

North laughed, for the first time since Markus had left. “Okay, idiot.”

He was smiling at her.

No, more like… he was looking at her like was something precious. She was the source of his smile, that much North was certain of.

“What?”

“Nothing, the screen froze that’s all.”

“Damnit, stupid computer. Was I pulling a stupid face?”

“No, you just looked really happy for a moment. It was-” Markus shook his head, looking at her in the insufferable fond way, “anyway, you said you were feeling overworked?”

They kept talking until the signal finally died and left North staring at a black screen.

The endless string of fate knitting them together was stretched out again and when she put her hand to her chest, she could have sworn she felt it tugging on her heart.

    Androids didn’t sleep but whenever North recharged, she never felt safe to do so unless she was with someone to watch over her. She hadn’t realised how used to that person being Markus she had gotten until his trip.

Despite the fact North’s energy levels were in the red, she was still yet to recharge. Instead, she paced around Markus’ office, trying her best to avoid looking at the plush airchair she usually recharged herself on. The door may be locked but North couldn’t quite bring herself to sit and put herself into recharge mode.

It was embarrassing to admit that the reason she had always gone to Markus’ office was because he made her feel safe . He made everyone feel safe, which was why so many androids looked up to him.

But, sometimes it seemed like he had a special kind of safety he reserved for her. The kind of kinship from bringing freedom to their people side by side, now carried over to her recharging in his office, knowing he’d never leave her there vulnerable and alone.

Androids didn’t sleep but they dreamt (maybe just deviants dreamt) and when North she dreamt, it was with Markus watching over her, like an angel.

Now, as she put herself on recharge mode without him, it felt like she was missing a key part in her routine.

(Truthfully, she was missing him.)

    “Confirmation that congress are drawing up an agreement with the androids, as represented by deviant leader Markus, suggests the previous silence towards policy about androids may be broken. President Warren is still yet to make any press statements about the deviants since they revolted in 2038 but it seems like congress's plans suggests a change in policy. Speculation on exactly what rights deviants will be granted is yet to be confirmed. Back to you Josh.”

“I knew he could do it.”

“It seems like diplomacy works after all,” Josh replied, a little slyly.

Ignoring his jab, North turned her attention back to the news.

“I need something solid to prove we are moving forward.”

North wasn’t going to admit it, but part of her excitement was more selfish than about progress for the deviants cause. If Markus could make a deal, pass an act, make his mark, he’d come back to Detroit victorious.

He’d come back to her, shorten the stretch of string connecting them.

He’d come back to her and she’d feel safe again.

    Human congress took long enough to pass acts as it was but the human protest at anything to do with android rights slowed it down further. (How Josh could justify any kind of peace with people who had defended their imprisonment for over a decade was a mystery to her. Who were petitioning to get Markus kicked out of Washington. North had woken up due to the cruelty of a single human man. She hadn’t closed her eyes since.)

Markus, to his credit, never shouted back. He looked almost regal, with his calm walking, head held high. There was something admirable about it really, North would have snapped after a single comment and blown something up. (Exactly why she was left behind.)

“He kinda looks like a rock star,” Simon muttered, glancing to check Josh hadn’t heard. (If she and Markus were complicated, Simon and Josh were just idiots. If it wasn’t so fun to tease them, she’d intervene.)

“He looks better than that,” North replies. Simon looked up and they shared a brief nod of understanding. Markus was… well there was something about him that meant they weren’t alone in thinking of him as some kind of hero. Heroes were always attractive to people. North would hate that kind of attention, although she was aware some of the androids must look at her in the same way.

Most of Jericho looked at Markus like he was made of gold or something. And, somehow, he chose her to intertwine the string connecting their artificial hearts. If she looked at him like he was golden, Markus looked at her like she was equally precious. (Precious was different to delicate. She appreciated that.)

    Another month crawled past and North started to feel more confident in her temporary position as Jericho’s leader. She called Markus for advice weekly (although the topic always wandered away from that.) Still, she was happy to return to second-in-command as soon as Markus had sent the message he was coming back. It was exclusive - a whole three days before the news ran headlines on the Android Work Visa Act - but her joy at progress was overshadowed greatly by the news that Markus was booking a flight back to Detroit.

(That was how much she liked him. Before, she was willing to die for their cause. Now, she wanted to survive for a life with Markus.)

She crowded in the projector room, between Josh and Simon, watching the live press coverage.

“Markus, Markus!” They yelled eagerly.

“Total rockstar,” Simon muttered. She elbowed him.

“Will this act take work away from humans?”

“Not at all. There’s been a huge need for people to take up the roles left unoccupied since we got our freedom. Now, we can work together to keep our cities clean and supported.”

North grinned; he was wearing the long grey coat, the back of it flying in the wind like the rebel leader he was.

    “You’ve done your hair.”

“Shut up Simon.”

North pushed back a loose curl behind her ear, suddenly self conscious. She may have twisted her hair back into a carefully styled bun for Markus’ return but she had hoped no one would actually notice. It would probably only further Jericho’s gossip circles.

Markus’ flight had landed an hour ago and she was with the office door open. It made her feel like some kind of housewife.

“No, it’s nice.”

“Stop pulling that face.”

“You’re not even looking at me.”

She shut off the tablet and turned around. Simon may be wearing a neutral smile now but she could sense the smugness underneath. (And after she hadn’t mentioned that Josh wore his sweater in last week's meeting. Traiter.)

“Lucy wanted your help. She’s in the conference room.”

“We only use that for emergency meetings.” North pulled on her jacket. “Is it an emergency?”

Simon shrugged. “She just messaged me for your help. You know you’re Lucy’s favourite, right?”

“As I should be.”

    The conference room was in the basement of the Church, a location mostly chosen as it was insulated by thick walls.

“Lucy?” she called, pushing the door behind her, “Lucy?”

“Not quite.”

North turned around at the familiar voice. It was the first time in months she had heard it in person. “Markus?”

“Hey.”

“You- how did you get in without me noticing?”

“Back exit. I needed some time to recover before everyone questioned me on my trip.”

“I might question you on your trip.”

“Oh,” Markus smirked, “sure. Do you want to know about negotiations or policy first?”

She laughed, still half-convinced she was glitching or something.

Markus moved towards her so they were standing an arms reach away.

“I’m not going to say I missed you.”

“I was going to say I missed you.”

North chuckled despite herself. “Okay, I did miss you.”

“Wait,” Markus pulled a small package from his pocket. It had been wrapped in Washington newspaper. “I got you something.”

“I hope it’s a bomb.”

“North.”

“Joking.” She unwrapped it carefully, finding a little glass dome in her hands. “A snow globe.”

“It’s the Washington monument. I didn’t get to see much of the city but-”

“I’ve always wanted a snow globe.”

“I know,” Markus said, “You said it was one of the few human traditions you found cute. Like a tiny world to rule.”

“That was months ago.”

“I can’t forget anything. And… I wanted to get you something. Take it as proof that I was thinking of you.”

North put it down on the table, watching a glittery snow storm fall around a tiny Washington. “I don’t have anything to prove I was missing you.”

“I know,” Markus said, moving his hand to his heart, “I know.”

Just like that, North was reminded of her own heart and the string connecting them, now shorter than an arm's length after months of being stretched out of shape. When Markus touched his heart, he seemed to shorten it further, pulling them closer and closer together, until North was looking up at him.

She had kissed Markus before but it was the same day that Jericho sank and they fought and won their freedom. They hadn’t done it since, even if they stood side by side eyeday.

Now, they were standing chest to chest. The last of the red string faded away as North leant up on her tiptoes to kiss him.

[mrshopkirk]

Le Ciel - Heaven (part 2)

Characters: Bucky x reader, Steve, OFC (Claire), OMC (Eric), basically just a lot of people talking to each other

Summary: Bucky meets a girl in France during the war. Will he ever see her again? (my summaries suck, I know)

Warnings: some swearing but mostly bad grammar and poor spelling and messed up tenses, implied smut, mentions of torture, angst, fluff, war

Word count: 1800

Notes: Inspired by the end of the movie “French Kiss” with Meg Ryan and Kevin Kline. I assume Bucky might have been in France at one point during the war. If not, he was now.

English is not my first language and I have nobody to proofread so brace yourself. Feedback is appreciated.

* MASTERLIST *

 Previous:

“She doesn’t understand it anyway, Dum Dum,” Bucky huffs. “And it’s not like I can ever have a decent conversation with her.” He turns his attention back to you. “But man, I sure do want to.”

Bucky looks straight into your eyes with sincerity you haven’t seen in a long time in a man his age.

“And what would you say if you could talk to me, monsieur Bucky?” you say in perfect English that you learned from your English grandmother.

And that’s how your story starts, with Bucky’s jaw dropping to the floor and Dum Dum laughing his ass off.

 July and August 1944, France

 The soldiers have taken up residence in your village waiting for a mission but even they don’t know when it will take place. They process intel when it reaches them but it’s more than anything a sit tight and wait situation causing a false sense of security to settle over them. To pass the time the guys lend a helping hand on a large nearby vineyard where there’s a shortage a men because of the war. Steve also got his hands on some art supplies and Bucky seizes every chance he gets to try and win over your heart.

The next weeks of the summer are spent together whenever you and Bucky can. You work in your family’s bakery during the day but the second you’re off you bike to the little hotel to see Bucky. People talk behind your backs, a young girl like you and a handsome foreign soldier that will never stay. It’s plain to see that your time spent together involves more, way more, than just holding hands or him chasing you around the town square and stealing kisses from you behind the church. Seeing you leave his hotel at 5 am spark rumors even more.

“We are worried about her reputation, madame. What man will want to marry your daughter when he finds out he isn’t her first?” the butcher’s wife asked your mom one day. Your mom was so mad at her she told her off, calling her narrow-minded and old fashioned and all but kicked her out the bakery. But she didn’t stop there and by the end of the day, she had told off everyone else in the village, too. No-one gives Bucky dirty looks anymore since then.

“You know, that’s probably the only mother in the world that defends your honor, Buck.” Steve joked. That evening Bucky showed up at our doorstep with flowers for your mom.

Bucky’s group has an impressive physique and stamina to maintain and just working in the vineyard isn’t enough. Behind the old school house at the edge of the village there’s a small football field on which only kids play and so when Steve asks you if you know a good place for them to work out you bring them there. It’s nice and quiet, perfect to read a book while waiting for your newfound boyfriend to finish his daily routine. To be honest, you fan yourself more with the book than you actually read it because oh my, what a sight. It’s all bare chests, rippling muscles, grunting, panting, ragged breaths under a beautiful and hot French sun. It does something to a young girl in the midst of summer.

Needless to say you enjoy the view, not even hiding that you are checking them all out. The lean body of Jacques, the incredible abs of Jim, the broad shoulders of Dum Dum, you feast your eyes on each and every one of them. Steve definitely is a sight for sore eyes. Built like a god with his broad chest and shoulders, flawless fair skin, arms that look like he could rip a log in half with his bare hands. From the corner of your eye you see one man has stopped his work out. By the time you stop openly ogling Steve, Bucky’s looking at you with an expression you can’t quite place.

“What’s the matter, baby?” you ask with a smile.

“Nothing,” he murmurs under his breath, looking defeated. He releases a deep breath and looks off in the distance, hands on his hips. The lack of a cheeky response from him instantly gains the attention of his fellow soldiers.

“You okay, Buck?” Steve wonders while wiping the sweat of his face and chest with a towel causing Bucky to look between Steve and you. Steve furrows his brows but you quickly catch on. You hop off the small wall you’re sitting on and slowly walk over the green grass to your boyfriend. The sad look in his eyes breaks your heart, like a man offering his heart to you on a silver platter, expecting it to be ripped to shreds and fully accepting that cruel fate. You better make this count, you think. Your hips sway a little more than usual and push out your chest. Your tongue licks your lips and your bottom lip is caught between your teeth. All eyes are on you but your gaze is fixed on Bucky, giving him a sly grin. Only stopping when your bodies almost touch you look him up and down while releasing a soft moan for good measure. You feed your eyes on his beautiful body thinking about all the things you could do to him but that will have to wait till you are back in his room. Bucky swallows thickly when your right hand touches the nape of his neck, moving higher and grabbing a fistful of his hair, slowly but surely guiding his head to one side while your other hand finds its way to his chest. Your lips ghosts over the side of his exposed neck until you reach that certain spot below his ear and place a kiss, linger a little longer than necessary. Moving your lips higher, your teeth graze his ear. By now Bucky’s breathing heavily, his eyes fluttered closed. You can’t help but smile at the sight. He’s a mess, a sheen of sweat coats his skin, chest heaving both with anticipation and surrendering to the moment. Your right hand slips from his neck and joins the left one, your fingers now slowly raking over his toned pecs and chest.

“You don’t have anything to worry about, Bucky,” you whisper softly in his ear. His head is tilted a little to the side. By now your fingers reach his abs. “It’s not him I kiss.” Your fingers continue their way down and you can feel him draw a deep breath and his muscles tense, making you smile against his cheek. Your lips graze his ear again when your fingers hook in the loops of his pants and pull him close. He stumbles a step forward and opens his eyes unable to truly focus. “It’s not him I think about when you are between my legs at night.” That’s when you kiss him and moan a little in the kiss for good measure. This boy needs assurance you are choosing him over the huge super soldier and that’s exactly what you’re giving him. You feel his chest swell with pride and not only his chest. Hooting and whistling surrounds you both making you blush a little but giving Bucky a cocky grin, his arms firmly wrapped around your waist claiming you as his girl and only his. Mission accomplished.

The moments Bucky opens up to you the most are at night. Lying in each other’s arms Bucky tells you little bits and pieces of his life before the war. You heard the guys talk about the all girls he charmed and took on dates and dancing which sounds like something Bucky would do. But with you he only talks about his family, what the little money they had, taking care of Steve who was ill all the time, leaving his mother and little sisters behind. The stories about how he ended up here. That he regrets joining the army. Wondering why he lays his life on the line while his family is now left without a man to take of them and struggling to survive. He's a humble man you learn, not wanting great things. His only dream is returning to a normal life after the war. Finding a job and maybe make enough money to buy an actual house with a garden, marry and start a family. Nothing more, nothing less. You love it when he talks about his hopes and you listen when he talks about his fears. He tells you he was captured and how he was tortured by a man named Zola. That he’s absolutely terrified of it happening again.

It’s all pillow talk. It only comes out in the darkness of the night. Like he’s ashamed of it all, ashamed of not having won the fight, of being captured. He talks about who The Howling Commandos are and what they do. About Hydra, which scares the hell out of you. He tells you about the experiment Steve went through that made him Captain America, a super soldier. He admits being insecure since his scrawny best friend became this impressive physical appearance. It used to be him people looked at and now it’s not him they want. He’s not jealous but he has difficulties coming to terms with it.

“He doesn’t need me to be here but he wants it. He says I’m his strength, his rock in difficult times,” Bucky whispers. “But it’s not easy to hold a rock his size, darling.”

And with that your angel buries his head deep in your chest, pulls his legs up and makes himself as small as he can. His heart is pounding in his chest, his breathing fast and shallow. It’s like this almost every night. He needs protection, feel warm arms wrapped him, someone whispering sweet nothings in his ear and you give him what he needs. It helps him forget the cold table he was strapped to and the yelling he endured during his captivity. You see it a lot these days. People are worn out by the war and you hope it will all be over soon. This beautiful man is so broken already. You fall asleep worrying how long he will be able to hold himself together. He has nightmares almost every night. He keeps repeating his name, outfit and service number in his sleep, whimpering Steve’s name for help, before waking up crying and sweating, before holding on to you for dear life, almost squeezing all the air out of you, begging you not to leave him alone. The really bad nights are when you have to shake him awake and he doesn't focus on you but has this 1000-yard stare. He loses himself and it's difficult to get him to come back to you, and even then it’s like he barely recognizes you.

At daybreak, all that haunts Bucky is pushed aside. “I’m fine, doll. As long as I have you,” and with a soft kiss to your lips and an enchanting smile that doesn’t always reach his eyes, he brushes you aside. During the day he’s all smiles and jokes, hiding his troubles too well. It’s a completely different Bucky and it worries you. Steve doesn’t seem to notice and you wonder if you should tell him. But you decide against it. It’s a decision you will forever regret.

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