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sgt-scottymoreau · 5 months

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MWII Event: Ghost Team

Summary: The truth is out and it's time for a payback. The 141 and Los Vaqueros work together to regain control of the later's HQ.

Warning: None

Words: 2.6k // AO3 // Masterlist

A/N: I wrote this fic (and all parts before) a while I go, so I'm rereading all of them before posting and turns out it's a good thing. Here I called Graves, Grace. Twice! lol

He told them all that Laswell found about the transport of the missiles, an illegal transaction. Shepherd had good intentions but what he did was never meant to be and when the mission went sour once the convoy was attacked by a Russian PMC, the two men had to cover up. The current mission made the 141 get a little too close to the truth and they weren't going to let anyone know what happened. Scotty listened to the tale, the whole story leaving a bad taste in her mouth. Too much of a déjà vu, but this time it was worse. It wasn't just guns and small weapons, it was missiles. Ballistic missiles even! What was it with all the higher rank betraying their team or a team?

The van bumped, taking her out her clouded minded and her shoulder hit Soap. She let out a groan. "You good?" The Scotsman asked.

"Yeah…" Scotty looked at her wound, which was bleeding on her vest. "We are shoulder buddies now. Think you can patch me up?"

"If I remember what you did, you will be fine."

"Or we will have to amputate it." Ghost snickered.

She glared at him while the other laughed. "Very funny Lieutenant."

“Alright, once we reach the safehouse, I plan to give a call to the general.” Price groaned.

“You really expect him to squeal?” Soap asked, rolling his shoulders to release the tension.

“No, but I want more answers.”

At the safe house, Gaz was the one who ended up patching up Scotty. "Always get yourself in trouble when you are with them and not with the captain and me." He joked.

"I start to think the same." She winced when the disinfectant touched the wound. "I'll blame Soap, the eagerness of our local expert demolisher is contagious."

Gaz laughed and gave her a pat on the good shoulder once he was done with her.

The captain was true to his words. As soon as he was able, he opened his computer to link up with the general. The conversation went as sour as anyone expected. The tension was high in the room. Every word Shepherd spoke seemed to only annoy Price even more. Scotty glanced at Gaz and Soap who returned the same concerned look every time or a frown when the general tried to explain something and it didn’t sound very reassuring.

“And you have forgotten what you are fighting for, John.” Shepherd said. “To do good you gotta do some bad.”

The sentence rang badly in Scotty’s ears. This kind of thinking hit way too close to home. There was no way this would end up friendly. Her hands clenched.

“You need to call off your Shadow.” Price said with a stern voice.

“Graves?... He’s a dog with a bone, and I highly recommend that you don’t try and take it.” At this very instant it was obvious to everyone that there would be no turning back. To the 141, their only allies left were Los Vaqueros and Laswell. Price ended the call telling Shepherd that once they were done with Graves, he was coming for him. The captain closed the computer and looked at his team.

“What now Captain?” Gaz asked.

“Like I said. We go after Graves. Alejandro, get your Vaqueros.”

Alejandro pushed the door of the room they were in and called out his men to gather around the table. Price cleared his throat. "Alright, we are taking back your HQ. We are getting our prisoner, we are killing commander Graves."

"When?" Rudy demanded.

"Now." Ghost was quick to answer.

"This is a fight against our own." Price kept going. "We are not 141 and Los Vaqueros on this. We are a team; Ghost Team."

Ghost grabbed the bag at his feet and threw the content on the table. A bunch of balaclavas slid on the table. He then proceeded to do something that took even Scotty by surprise. For someone who not even a few hours ago told Soap he would never take off his mask… Ghost gracefully removed it revealing his hidden features to everyone. She bit the inside of her cheek to remain with a straight face. The situation was maybe tense but her mind could help but falling even more for him at the moment. Scotty was a little surprised by the lack of reaction from Soap or Gaz, but maybe they were still under shock to see him. Price had a soft smile. "It's good to see you again Simon." He acknowledged. In respect, the captain removed his own hat and placed it on the table. "If you are in, take a mask. If you are not… don't."

One by one, everyone around the table took a mask and slipped it over their head. It had been a while since she wore a balaclava herself. Last time had been long before she joined the 141. It brought some old memories. Ghost had finished adjusting his, his eyes looked at everyone around the table but his gaze lingered a little longer on Scotty. She caught the staring and smiled at him through the mask, not like anyone would see. Alejandro quickly went over the plan. Two teams infiltrating the HQ at the same time. Team 1 with Gaz, Price, a pilot and himself will go through the tunnel and get to a helicopter to provide air support. Team 2 with Soap, Ghost, Rudy, Scotty and Los Vaqueros will be on the ground to eliminate all threats and make their way to Graves to kill him. Gaz and Alejandro would secure Valeria, once Price was up in the air.

The place quickly became lively. Not a second to waste. Checking mags, weapons, armors, vehicles. Nothing went under the radar; they had to be ready. Scotty was helping one Vaquero to load up the van with a bag of ammos, when Ghost casually passed next to her. To the outside world, it looked like he was just checking to make sure all was going well. But he was close enough to whisper to her.

"Looking good, sergeant." He commented. The ghost team style fitted her, more than he thought.

"Not bad yourself, Lieutenant." Scotty replied, always loading the van.

"We are leaving in five minutes, make sure everything is ready." He left on this to check on others. Soap joined not long after. He helped Scotty lift up a heavier bag.

"Didn't see you react much to Lt's big reveal." He teased. "Seen him before?"

"You will never let go, will you? No I haven't, just like I haven't seen a reaction from you either. I thought you would be happier to see the man behind the mask. Jealous he is prettier than you?"

"He wishes he was. Good to know you find him pretty." He winked at her.

Scotty was glad of the mask, because her cheeks tainted pink when she realized the slip up. "Don't even get an idea from that MacTavish!"

"Too late. Let's load in." He tapped her shoulder and climbed in the van. She took a seat next to him. Rudy and Ghost climbed in and the van roared. Scotty leaned closer to the Scotsman.

"If you say one more time there's something between me and him, you will wish Graves had killed you back then in the city." She whispered to him.

Soap laughed off her threat, but didn't comment any further. Ghost did notice the stiffness in the sergeant's shoulders and chuckled internally.

The drive to the base was tense. Everyone wanted to be there already, be in the fight and not wait for trouble. Till Price’s voice came through the radio. “All Ghosts - I’m wheels up with eyes on.” That was the good news that his team had made it in one piece.

“Copy that. Two is inbound to the gate. You’re clear hot when the target is marked.” Ghost replied. He then turned this team in the van. “We think Graves is in the HQ, holding his ground.”

“Once we’re in, we split up. Close air clears the way.” Rudy reminded everyone.

“With Shadows on the run, we locate Graves and kill him. Comprendes?”

“Completely, lieutenant. All Ghosts, stand by for breach.” He told the rest on the team in the other van in Spanish.

Ghost turned to Soap and Scotty. “Soap, get the designator and mark targets for Price in the helo. Scotty, provide cover to the sergeant when he will be marking on the field.”

“Roger that.” They both replied at the same time. Soap grabbed the marker and aimed it at the entrance of the base as soon as the van stopped. He then gave the green to Price to attack. To say that a spark of joy lighted their mind when they saw the rockets hit the structure was little. After all they went through, it felt like the start of a good payback. The driver pushed the van through the debris so team Two could be free and unload their fire on all the Shadows. While they will keep them busy, Alejandro and Gaz had their chance to get to Valeria.

The helo was making everything much easier. It definitely gave them the upper hand on top of making the workload lighter to handle. Soap aimed the marker at the building and gave another go to Price. Scotty followed her order to the letter and took down a sniper before he would hit the Scotsman. They sweep the leveled building, no Shadows left alive. In a matter of minutes, they reached the HQ. Obviously, the doors were locked. Rudy took out some breacher charges; he knew this would come handy. Ghost gave one last piece of advice before the set off. If anyone sees Graves, drop him. Soap was the first one to see him.

“Contact! Second deck.”

“He’s on the run, clear in!” Ghost ordered. Scotty and Soap swiftly charged inside. She signed him to take one flight of stairs while she would take the other. Maybe they could corner him that way. She climbed them two by two. A shadow came in her view, Scotty dropped him before he raised his gun in her direction. Luckily by choosing the opposite way she was able to sneak behind fire compared to the boys who had to deal with all the Shadows. From a distance she helped.

“I see Graves! He took the exit in the control room!” Scotty shouted.

“Roger that!” Ghost acknowledged. “We have to move before we lose him!” They pushed their enemies back and cleared the second floor rapidly. They made a sprint to the back door, just in time to see an automated door close. The helo hovered not far from the wall.

“All stations, be advised, Graves went over the wall.” Not even a second after he said that, Ghost called an RPG but it was already too late. The rocket hit the helo directly in the back. On the ground Rudy, Ghost, Scotty and Soap couldn’t do anything besides looking at it spiraling out of control and going down to crash somewhere behind a warehouse. Rage boiled in their veins; if anything happened to the captain, they would kill Graves a second time. The four of them pushed forward the wall. They had to climb over it to reach their target. Soap gave a boost to Rodolfo who in return helped the sergeant to climb. They sat there ready to help Ghost and Scotty climb as well.

“Ghost, you coming?”

“No Price and the pilot needs help. You three finish this.” He started to walk away.

“I’m going with you.” Scotty said. She waved at Soap to get on the other side. “He might need help himself to get the captain out.”

Ghost nodded to accept her help. Although the last thing they heard from the other two was Soap saying that Graves brought a tank. That sounded like a rough time. Ghost and Scotty rushed to the last location they saw the helo go down. It wasn’t the first time that Price went down in a helo and probably not the last. The man could survive anything. They couldn’t rush in with the Shadows getting in the way. Even if they had attracted most of the troops when they breached earlier, some were also heading towards the crash site. If the crash had not killed the captain and the pilot, they would most likely finish the job.

Hidden behind a wall, Scotty aimed her snipe. “Three Shadows.”

“I take the one on the left. Can you take two with one shot?” Ghost asked. Scotty said it would be possible, she needed to reposition. She crouched to a better position, mounted her gun on a crate and checked. She gave a thumb up to Ghost. “On three. One, two… three.”

They both fired at the same time. The hostiles dropped. Scotty scanned the area quickly. All clear. They ran toward the helo. Price was crawling with some difficulty. Scotty grabbed him by the arm and helped the man up. Ghost lifted a broken metal pipe of the pilot who thanked him as he got up. “You good, sir?” Scotty asked Price. He was looking everywhere around him. She noticed the hat on the ground. She handed it to him.

“Thanks, I’m good.” He replied removing the mask and placing his signature hat back on. He reached in his pocket to grab something. He pulled out a broken cigar. “Fuck! I was saving this one for a good time. What a waste.”

“Only you can worry more about a broken cigar than broken bones.” Scotty teased him. She also slipped the mask off. She swore only Ghost could wear it all the time. This mission had been more than enough and she was glad to finally feel fresh air on her skin.

“Watch the tone, sergeant.” He smiled back.

The radio cracked. “Soap to Ghost. I’m with Rudy. Graves is KIA. How’s Price?”

“Angry. Lost a good cigar in the crash. Pilot’s okay too. Out.”

From here, the 141 regrouped with Alejandro and Rudy in the hangar where Valeria was held prisoner. Graves and his Shadows might have been taken care of, it wasn’t the end yet. The 141 still have to figure out where the third missing missile is. Not even a second inside the container that held her, that even without knowing Spanish it was clear she was taunting Alejandro. Price had no time for bullshit. “You knew there was a third missile?”

“Oh, I didn’t count them. I have people for that.” She replied with the most unfazed expression.

“She’s lying.” Alejandro interjected. He knew her well enough.

“Where’s Hassan?” Gaz demanded.

“Where’s the other missile?” Ghost pressed.

Valeria looked at everyone in the room, as if she was trying to get what was her best course of action. At this point what did she have to lose? “Chicago.”

The 141 and Alejandro looked at each other. This was not good, it was in fact worse than they expected. While the other two missiles have been found far from any dense population, this one was right in the middle of a city. “What the fuck is going on?” Gaz worried.

“I said I’d tell you where he was. I didn’t say I would stop him.”

“You fucking scorpion.” Alejandro raged. “I told you she would do this, eh?”

“I run a business, señores… and señora. We grow or we die. It’s the way of the world.”

Price’s expression didn’t change. But this is what made him the most intimidating. “You put a target on your back.” He warned her.

“No, I put a target on Chicago. Now fucking leave Las Almas and go find it. Fucking assholes, get out of here.”

“For now, she is yours. But we’ll be back.” This was a promise. Enough interrogation. Alejandro escorted Valeria out. Price quickly contacted Soap to get the transport ready and to get Laswell. Now that they knew where the missile and Hassan were, time was ticking.

#call of duty #cod fanfic #cod mwii #cod oc #oc:camille scotty moreau #alejandro vargas #john soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #rodolfo parra #simon ghost riley x oc #ghost x scotty #series: wie goed doet goed ontmoet

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silvercrystalwhump · 3 years

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The Town's Matron

TW: starvation, hunger, parental abuse, bbu warning

Flynn watches Kai out of the corner of his eye. Using one of Flynn’s mechanical pencils, Kai draws on the back of an old receipt. Eyes fully entranced on the pencil lines. Flynn pushes the shopping cart forward gently, so as to not disturb Kai who is sitting inside. A yawn leaves Flynn’s mouth as he looks across the shelves. The shopping list, if one could even call it that, sits clapped to the baby holder on the cart.

Holding up one of the sturdy backpacks, Flynn asks Kai, “Do you like this one?”

Kai eyes it for a second and hesitates before snapping to the chipper attitude he usually has and nods. Flynn blinks and looks back at the shelf, trying to follow where Kai flicked his eyes.

One thing he learned about box boys was that they never said no. That fact alone made Flynn worried for him.

What do they do to you to make you so compliant?

“Is there another one you like more?”

Kai pauses his drawing and slowly looks up at a green one. He points the pencil at it for a moment before going back to doodling. Flynn pulls the bag free from the shelf and holds it out. Kai beams and nods back at him, scrunching his nose like he usually does when he’s actually happy.

So, it’s safe to say that Kai really likes green.

Flynn looks over the price and the pockets of the bag. It’s made of decently sturdy material and is big enough to hold things other than one notebook. He slides it beside Kai in the cart and grabs the largest one he can see to go with it. These bags will need to hold a lot of things for a while.

Flynn tries to rub away the tiredness that eats at his vision. He had been driving for two hours before arriving at the nearest city to buy this stuff. He couldn’t do this in town. Everyone there knew him and someone would tell his father and he knew he would taste another piece of hell.

All of this needs to be yours and no one can know.

Kai sits in the cart surrounded by clothes for multiple seasons, bottles of soap, boxes of nonperishables, and a dozen donuts to use as a bribe for when Flynn returns to his Father’s house. One more month. That thought alone keeps Flynn going, keeping his eyes up. One more month until I take Kai and drive out west, leaving this hell behind.

Kai looks up and points behind him. Flynn looks over his shoulder and feels his stomach sink.

“Flynn!” an elderly woman, whom he knew well, cheers from across the aisle, “How are you?”

Pulling on his calm, practiced happy face, “I’m doing well Mrs. Dane, how are you and the family.”

“Oh excellent,” Mrs. Dane chirps, “The grandbabies are just so sweet and God has been good, what’s a young man like you doing this far out of town?”

“I could ask you the same,” Flynn smiles as he turns to the elderly woman. Mrs. Eliza Danes, the oldest woman in his small town and a woman who was respected. She is the kind of elderly woman with the tenderest heart but, at the flick of her eyes, could instill the fear of God into the devil himself.

“One of my kids lives out here sweetpea. Visiting the grandbabies, six, four, and three they are. All sweeter than honey! But you didn’t answer my question young man,” she beams as she looks past him into his cart, “And who’s he?”

“Oh, that’s Kai, he doesn’t do much speaking and well, something you just gotta come to the city for.”

Mrs. Dane raises a withered eyebrow, “Flynn, sweetie, you look like you haven’t seen a good warm meal in days. Whatcha doing with yourself?”

“Don’t worry, I’m walking on my own two feet.”

She smiles at him and says, “I don’t doubt it for a second honey. How ‘bout you come help little ol’ me finish shopping and come back with me to get you nice and fed.”

Flynn gives her a nervous smile, “I shouldn’t, my old man would wring my neck.”

And hurt Kai if he’s really mad.

Mrs. Dane drops her gaze and gives Flynn a knowing look before perking up again, “What did you eat last?”

A piece of toast yesterday morning.

“A sandwich for lunch, I’ll eat supper when I get home.”

Mrs. Dane shakes her head, “Lying does not please the Lord young man, and I know your father well enough to know exactly why you’re dodging this.”

“Mrs. Dane please-”

“Do not interrupt me young man, you and Kai are coming over to my house tonight and I’ma feed both of y’all, you hear? I do not care what your Father says I will personally escort to the Lord if he tries anyhing stupid.”

“Yes ma’am,” Flynn says, eyes on the floor and now very aware of the emptiness in his stomach.

Mrs. Dane looks up, “Now. Look at me.”

Flynn raises his eyes and meets Mrs. Dane’s. Fear eats at the lining of his stomach along with hunger. He feels his hands begin to shake against the cart handle.

“I remember when I was your age,” Mrs. Dane begins with a much softer voice, “There were alot more men like your Father raisin’ youngin’s and I know what that cart is for and you will be finishing the story after you're fed, is that correct?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Flynn turns around and locks eyes with Kai. Kai curled himself under Flynn’s hoodie and was watching the entire conversation. Unease reflects off the mirrors of his eyes. Flynn tries to give Kai a comforting smile but Kai sees through the facade like looking from a window.

Mrs. Dane talks about everyday things as they finish their shopping. The air presses into Flynn’s skin as he pays for what will be his salvation.

If Mrs. Dane doesn’t stop it before it even happens.

Kai helps Flynn stuff the bags into the area behind their seats. Flynn slides into the driver’s seat and Kai grabs his hand and gives him a sort of tender, questioning look. His slender fingers press into the hardened skin of his hand and send shivers up Flynn’s spine.

“It’s okay,” Flynn says, trying to reassure himself more than Kai, “Everything’s gonna be alright.”

Kai nods and lets go of Flynn’s hand. Kai returns to a still sitting position that he is sure is one of the numbered positions but he just doesn’t remember which one. Flynn lets a panic attack stew under the surface of his skin. The air in his lungs doesn’t taste right and it’s never enough. His vision is only clear on the road, his periphery blurred beyond usability.

Somehow, he makes it to the small log cabin next to the church.

Mrs. Dane lived alone, her husband passed a decade prior. Flynn, despite only being eight at the time, still remembers the suit his mother wrestled him into for the trip to the church. Mr. Dane was buried in the church cemetery.

Flynn steps out of his car and lets the crisp air of Fall snap him awake. Kai zips to his side, clinging to his arm. Kai’s fingers squeeze around Flynn’s arm and Kai nuzzles his nose into his shoulder. Flynn nods to himself and walks up towards the house, Kai on his heels.

He opens the door to let Kai and Mrs. Dane through before carrying all of her groceries into her home. All while, Flynn fights through the pain of hunger and fear. The ache of his stomach drags at his eyes. The emptiness in his gut almost feels too full and Flynn chokes back the urge to vomit up air.

Flynn can’t deny, the idea of any food in his stomach, no matter how revolting, was tempting.

Mrs. Dane gives him a warm smile, “Thank you, now about supper, I have a pork roast in the crockpot and I’m gonna bake up some potatoes for you and your little buddy. Now you two wash up and sit down.”

Flynn’s stomach growls and it takes every ounce of willpower he can muster to keep from curling in on himself. The cramps get worse by the second and they keep growing in area and intensity. Kai, after washing his hands, wraps Flynn in a hug. His eyes silently apologize.

Since Flynn has been giving Kai his food for the past couple of days.

Mrs. Dane finally calls them to the table. The food looks like gold and diamonds to Flynn. The pork is falling apart on itself and he can smell the spices and marinade from across the table. His mouth waters as he pushes Mrs. Dane into her chair.

Kai sits anticipatedly at the table, bouncing in his chair.

Flynn wraps an arm around his stomach as he sits. Mrs. Dane bows her head and says, “Let’s say grace.”

Flynn doesn’t hear what Mrs. Dane says as a prayer of thanks leaves her lips. The warm smell of food encapsulates his senses.

“Amen, Let’s eat.”

That’s all he had to hear.

If it weren’t for the years of table manners drilled into his skull, he might have ripped the pork out with his bare hands. He lets Mrs. Dane fills her plate first and then he fille Kai’s, out of both respect and to excuse the fact he wanted to eat everything on the table.

After the couple seconds that felt like years, he finally sunk his teeth into actual food.

His body just takes over after that and eats.

“Hasn’t eaten today hasn’t he?” Mrs. Dane says after a minute of Flynn snarfing down his food.

Kai, barely through a baked potato, shakes his head no.

Kai! Why do you betray me like this?!

“I knew it,” Mrs. Dane huffs, “I’ma kill that man, starving his son because of what, a lack of care!”

Flynn looks up and pauses eating, “I- It’s not- Um-”

Mrs. Dane shakes his head, “Let me tell you a story. When I was a young woman I had a sister, Anabel Peterson, she was a lot like you.”

Flynn shifts uncomfortably in his seat. He glances over and sees Kai leaning in, listening attentively.

“How so?” Flynn asks as he continues to stuff his face, slower now.

Mrs. Dane sighs, “Your Father likes to talk and most of the town knows that you… as we would call it back in my day, fruity.

That I’m gay. Yeah, he yelled it out in church last weekend.

“So was my sister, and she had… relations with a woman who was of a darker shade than we are. My Father found out one day and began to treat her very poorly and one morning I saw her grab similar things to what you have in your car and left. I have not seen her since.”

Flynn looks up from his plate and sees remorse and regret across the elderly woman’s face, “That must have been hard.”

“Yes,” she replies with a sigh, “I deeply regret not going after her, to take back many of the hurtful things I said.”

Kai looks back at Flynn and blinks. His eyes have a flavor of understanding that looked unfamiliar even to Kai. It is strange to behold. Flynn looks back at Mrs. Dane, “What are you getting at?”

“I know you plan to leave and never return, it is obvious and I do not blame you for the sentiment. I want to help you,” she says as she finishes her plate, “I know we will more than likely not see you again but I wish to at least make your last memories of here have some dignity.”

Flynn sighs, tons of worry and fear falling away like petals in a torrent. His head falls into his hands and has to hold back the reins of his tears to keep himself from crying in relief. “Thank you.”

“Pack your things here and let me know if you need anything, when you decide to leave come here and pick them up.”

The world both spins and tears for Flynn at once, some pieces of this plan come together and he finds himself smiling, “I- Thank you.”

Mrs. Dane smiles, “You’re welcome sweetheart, I hope God leads you to a better place than this one.”

Flynn and Kai look at each other and Kai beams a thousand stars worth of joy in Flynn’s direction. Flynn can’t help but absorb some of that happiness and smile at himself. The air seems lighter around him and for the first time in weeks he feels like he can breathe.

“Do either of you two want ice cream?”

Kai instantly perks up at the idea of anything sweet and nods frantically. The redhead practically vibrates in the chair.

Flynn nods, “Yes please.” Letting himself feel calm for a moment, he takes what he’s offered and eats.

Then his phone rings.

#flynn and kai #whump #whump community #whump fic #starvation #hunger #parental abuse

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airenyah · 3 years

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what are the gayest destiel episodes you can think of?

ohhhhh i gotchu hold on (this is basically gonna end up being a list of my fave destiel episodes lmaooo)

ok so just a heads-up, i don’t really remember much from s10 onwards (a lot of those episodes i haven’t actually watched since they aired whoops) and i’m currently stuck at the beginning of s9 on my complete rewatch soooo this list focuses only on the first half of the show. i might do an update if i ever manage to finish my rewatch (and remember to post an update at all when the time comes)

ok here we go:

4x16 - On the Head of a Pin

dean calls cas “cas” to his face for the very first time

dean is all “you can't ask me to do this, cas. not this.” (about torturing alastair) and uriel is all “who said anything about asking”, but cas is all: “this is too much to ask, i know. but we have to ask it” and that is the moment that dean realizes that cas cares about him and his feelings/well-being and that’s when he demands to speak to cas alone

and it’s only after cas tells dean he really doesn’t want dean being forced to do the torturing that Dean gives in (”i would give anything not to have you do this”)

like, it’s so obvious already how much cas cares about dean already and we’re only in s4

cas is even starting to go down the path of disobedience (with a little help from anna admittedly, but still. he’s starting to consider it)

they’re so?? comfortable?? with each other. when cas visits dean at the hospital in the end

4x22 - Lucifer Rising

dean literally makes an angel fall in this ep, i mean come on... (the way cas shows up behind him all “you asked to see me” after dean smashes the angel statue cracks me up every single time gsdlka)

dean desperately trying to get cas to help him (bc he knows that IF there’s an angel that would help him it’s cas)

cas is too afraid though and dean gets pissed and literally breaks up with him (D: "you spineless, soulless son of a bitch. what do you care about dying? you're already dead. we're done." C: "dean-" D: "we're done!")

this is the episode in which cas makes his decision and chooses dean over heaven

5x03 - Free to Be You and Me

in the previous episode sam and dean had a fight and split up. this episode starts out with dean being pissed and annoyed and just in a bad mood in general

when cas shows up and asks for help dean is very grumpy and doesn’t want to help at first but then reluctantly agrees

throughout the episode, the more time dean spends with cas the better his mood gets (honestly this point is worthy of its own separate post, i have enough screenshots lmao)

like he’s even smiling at the end of the ep when he’s talking to cas in the car!! (except then he looks over and realizes cas has left mid-conversation again and that smile is wiped right off his face and i’m sad :( )

when they’re in that brothel dean mostly has eyes for cas, even when chastity the hooker is standing right next to him

after the brothel incident when dean is cracking up and goes “it's been a long time since I've laughed that hard. it's been more than a long time. years.” like... buddy. your crush is showing.

and the way cas smiles lovingly at dean laughing next to him

dean be like: “personal space” also dean: *reaches into cas’s coat without hesitation* *fixes cas’s shirt and tie without hesitation*

also the funniest thing about the whole “personal space” moment in the motel is that there was more than enough space for dean to step aside and increase the distance between him and cas if he had really been all that uncomfortable but he just. doesn’t. no he just stays right where he is

when raphael is trapped in the holy oil and threatens cas all “castiel, I'm warning you. do not leave me here. i will find you.” and cas goes “maybe one day. but today, you're my little bitch.” and walks away and dean tells raphael “what he said” like the impressed and proud boyfriend that he is

inside jokes (see here)

some more iconic quotes/moments from this episode:

“cas, we’ve talked about this. personal space”

“so, what, i'm thelma and you're louise and we're just going to hold hands and sail off this cliff together?”

“well. last night on earth. what are your plans?” “i just thought i'd sit here quietly.”

“let me tell you something. there are two things i know for certain. one, bert and ernie are gay. two, you are not gonna die a virgin. not on my watch.”

5x14 - My Bloody Valentine

hunter husbands!!

the way that dean is not in the mood for hook-ups on valentine’s day and then goes to stare at cas like That

that iconic phone call at the hospital where cas just appears in front of dean who nearly runs into him

cas be looking at sam while listing all the things people can be starving for, and then looks at dean before saying “love”

ok i know this doesn’t have that many points but really this entire ep is great, i very much enjoy all the interactions between cas and dean in this ep

like when dean is not hungry and cas is all “you're not gonna finish that?” and grabs the plate without waiting for an answer bc they’re this married in s5 already

6x20 - The Man Who Would Be King

i mean... this one is obvious isn’t it

this ep is literally all about how cas is doing everything for the winchesters aka dean

the way sam and bobby cautiously voice their suspicions of cas to dean has the same energy as carefully breaking it to a family member that you think their partner is cheating on them

and when they trap cas in the holy oil and confront him dean also acts like a betrayed wife(gn)

which is such a stark contrast to how sam and bobby react to the betrayal (they’re mostly just like “eh this sucks” while dean is emotionally affected)

and even in the following episodes dean is way more affected by cas’s betrayal than sam and bobby are and dean is the one who argues the most with cas (honestly, this entire arc is literally that post that’s all “how do i know dean is in love with cas? bc sam isn’t”)

ok but the holy oil scene is truly like a soap opera (i mean... “where were you when i needed to hear it?” “i was there. where were you?” and dean looking back at cas one last time before running away)

this is their first big break-up and it takes them until the s7 finale to make up

special shoutout to cas watching dean rake leaves

this ep is a LOT

7x17 - The Born-Again Identity

dean’s FACE when he sEES CAS. and then DEAN’S FACE AGAIN when “emmanuel” is all “what’s your issue?”

dean’s face all throughout that first scene with “emmanuel” and daphne, I’M

“you know, I used to be able to just shake this stuff off. you know, whatever it was. It might take me some time, but... i always could. what cas did... i just can't – i don't know why” BECAUSE YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH HIM, IDIOT

the way dean interrupts all irritated when meg goes “i think we're gonna be good friends too” at “emmanuel” (jealous bf much gsdlksafd)

the way dean kept the trenchcoat just in case so he can give it back to cas should he return (which ofc he did)!!!!

7x21 - Reading is Fundamental

yet another one of those “how do I know dean is in love with cas? bc sam isn’t”

at the beginning of the ep at some point sam’s phone rings and when he says that meg (who is watching over cas at the mental hospital) is calling, dean is quick to stand up and even tho meg called sam, dean is the one who ends up having the phone call with her lmao

also dean has no chill during that phone call lmao (he’s irritated when he finds out meg didn’t call them right then and there as soon as cas woke up and he’s immediately concerned when meg says cas is different, while sam’s just standing there holding his phone out to dean, being all ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ lmao)

dean: *pissed af at cas* also dean: *almost breaks his own neck at the speed with which he whips his head around at the mention of cas’s name and is desperate to know his location when cas calls meg after dean blasted him away with some other angels at the hospital*

ok no but then meg tells cas their location and cas zaps into the car and it’s hilarious how quick dean is to interrupt whenever cas turns his attention to meg in that scene

8x07 - A Little Slice of Kevin

dean seeing cas everywhere

when you see your best dudebro outside the window in the middle of a storm but when you get up he’s gone and you feel like crap because you could’ve made it out of the war zone together and you just cannot fathom why he didn’t try harder and you just don’t understand why you’re feeling what you’re feeling (and judging by dean’s reaction to sam’s suggestion, clearly it’s not survivor’s guilt)

dean’s FACE when cas suddenly appears behind him in the bathroom

jacting joices: the infamous boner scene (yet another example of “how do I know dean is in love with cas? bc sam isn’t”)

jacting joices pt 2: sam and dean are talking case and then cas walks over to join the conversation and there is literally no reason for dean to check cas out (see here)

during the rescue mission when cas zaps into the room and has a stand-off with crowley and then when dean finally manages to break into the room, can i just say... the way dean immediately rushes to cas (who’s ended up on the floor) and grabs him by the shoulder before he bothers to look around the room

D: “that was a bonehead move back there. you could have gotten yourself killed. why didn't you wait for me?” C: “well, i didn't get killed. and it worked” D: “and if it didn't?” C: “it would have been my problem.” D: “well, that's not the way i see it.”

the purgatory flashbacks when dean keeps insisting that cas is coming along with them back to earth and won’t hear otherwise

“i did everything I could to get you out – everything! i did not leave you.” “so you think this was your fault?”

“look, I don't need to feel like hell for failing you, okay? for failing you like i've failed every other godforsaken thing that i care about! i don't need it!”

i know we hate buckleming but this episode, man. this episode

8x08 - Hunteri Heroici

i was gonna put this as a special shoutout but then it turned out that i had more to say about this ep than i initially thought

it’s the way dean and cas keep gravitating towards each other in the first half of the episode. no seriously, they somehow keep ending up beside each other and you start wondering “what’s personal space” (friendly reminder that this is the ep right after they’re finally back together again after purgatory)

the married energy and the bickering

the “talk to me” scene where cas finally opens up to dean (but then interrupting moose strikes)

at the retirement home dean to sam and cas: “no flirting you two” then CUT to: dean and cas sitting at a table with an elderly lady who is staring at cas with heart eyes and... lady: “you are so pretty, charles” dean: *must look at young nurse’s butt immediately to distract myself from gay thoughts*

i’m sorry but the way he smiles so widely at cas at one point when they’re talking to that lady, like, she’s just called cas a bounder and dean’s amused about that but his amusement is not in any way malicious and his face is just so full of love when he looks at Cas, it’s embarrassing really (see here)

9x06 - Heaven Can't Wait

ok so i haven’t watched this ep in like 5 years so my memories on this aren’t as fresh as with the previous eps but! it’s the way that cas and dean act exactly like exes (who are still in love with each other) in this ep

dean’s face as he’s staring at cas through the shop window

dean’s smile when he shows up inside the shop

the entire “i can’t let you do this cas” scene in the car

the infamous fanfiction gap

special shout out to:

5x18 - Point of No Return for all the bickering (“you know what? blow me, cas”) and especially “well, cas, not for nothing, but the last person who looked at me like that… i got laid.”

6x10 - Caged Heat for the pizza man and dean’s reaction to all the megstiel (like jealous bf much?)

6x19 - Mommy Dearest for the strong married energy dean and cas give off in this ep (honestly, all their bickering, it’s glorious) (friendly reminder that this is right before tmwwbk)

7x23 - Survival of the Fittest for the “i’d rather have you cursed or not” scene

8x02 - What's Up, Tiger Mommy? for the purgatory flashbaks with that one monster calling cas dean’s angel and the reunion scene by the river with highlights such as “nice peach fuzz” and “i prayed to you cas, every night” and “i have a price on my head, and i've been trying to stay one step ahead of them, to – to keep them away from you” and “cas, we're getting out of here. we're going home” and “cas, buddy, i need you” and “let me bottom-line it for you. i'm not leaving here without you. understand?”

8x17 - Goodybe Stranger for “i don't know, dean. if he's so sketchy, then why were you praying to him?” and the entire crypt scene (yes this is a big one and yes i’m still only putting it as a special shoutout and yes it’s bc of the megstiel content this ep ok bye <3)

#there is also the late s9 ep where cas chooses dean over an angel army #then i vaguely remember 11x03 being a good destiel ep #and the s12 ep with the ''i love you. i love all of you''??#i know people are still going crazy over the mix tape but i don't remember if the ep itself was very gay #oh and 13x06 - tombstone gets talked about a lot as well #when cas comes back to life at the end of the widower arc and dean goes from extremely depressed to happy af #15x09 was a pretty good one as well i think #and ofc 15x18 with the big ''i love you''#anyway this was fun #i should really continue with my spn rewatch #but the thing is that i'm actually journaling and making notes #and that requires brain #and i currently just don't have the energy to make all this effort just for a tv show #who knows if i'm ever gonna finish this project #oh well #asks #anon #destiel #spn #lmk if i've missed anything (from s4-s8 that is)

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daydreaming-everyday · 3 years

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Snow and Fur

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Happy New Year to @itstrulyastrangerthing! You were my giftee for the @sincerely-us winter gift exchange! I had such a fun time painting the fanart above and writing the fanfic below. I adored your first prompt, but you will find a little bit of your second prompt in the fic. I hope you enjoy, and may the new year bring you good things! <3

Quick Disclaimer: This is an AU where Connor is still alive, and there is healthy Bandtrees!

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Evan fumbled with his hands. A mix of excitement and nervousness sat inside of him.

When Zoe brought the idea of adopting a dog to him one day, he thought it was perfect. The two had more than enough time to take care of one with the holiday season. Though Evan never had any experience with pets, Zoe recalled having a golden retriever, Sadie, in her childhood.

“Excited?” Zoe asks, remaining her focus on driving. The roads were a little icy in the late December weather.

Evan nods, “A little scared, but I’m excited.”

Zoe pulls into the parking lot of the animal shelter. The cold wind welcomed Evan’s face and lungs when he opened the car door, sending a chill down his spine.

Zoe intertwines her fingers into Evan’s hand.

“You ready?”

Evan looks at Zoe’s face. She gave him a subtle, reassuring smile. It was almost as her calm demeanor was seeping through her fingertips, transferring it to Evan’s hand.

Evan squeezed her hand tighter, nodding.

The shelter had a thick odar hanging in the air when the couple walked in. A lady greeted them, and Zoe explained what they were looking for. She led them to an array of dog kennels. Each dog they looked at, the lady told them their story.

Zoe looked up at Evan each time. What do you think?

Let’s keep looking. Evan would reply by shaking his head.

Soon, a dog finally caught Evan’s eyes.

A smaller dog sat in the corner of the cage. It’s back was to them, so all you could see was it’s thin light brown coat.

“This is Buddy,” the kennel lady explained to him, “six years old. We aren’t quite sure what breed he is, but we believe he is part corgi and part beagle.”

“How did he end up here?” Evan asked.

“Previous family abandoned him when he got older. They preferred cuter puppies, and traded him for a much younger, purebred dog.”

Evan’s heart ached for the dog, even feeling a little sympathy. His own father left, and traded him and his mom for another family. Evan remembered feeling hurt because of it.

Evan knew exactly what Buddy needed.

“Buddy barely moves though,” the kennel lady says, “there are more dogs over here.”

“Um… could I try to…?”

The kennel lady shrugs before unlocking the cage.

Evan slowly enters the cage. Buddy turned his head slightly, looking at Evan. Evan noticed he had amber eyes.

Evan crouched down. He extended his hand outwards, towards Buddy. The dog slowly, and cautiously, stood up, and began to approach Evan. Buddy extended his muzzle to his hand, sniffing Evan’s fingers.

Buddy inched closer. Evan slowly lowered his hand on Buddy’s back. Buddy tensed at Evan’s touch. The dog looked at Evan, and Evan worried he startled Buddy. However, Buddy relaxed, and melted in his touch.

“Well would you look at that,” the kennel lady said, “Buddy usually doesn’t like to be touched by others.”

Evan looks at Zoe, who is smiling at him.

“Can we get this one?” Evan asks.

“I don’t think we have a choice.”

Evan was getting used to having a dog around their apartment, and Buddy was used to having a home.

“You two look comfy,” Zoe smiles, holding two mugs of hot chocolate in her hands. Both mugs visibly had tall whipped cream dollops, and were sprinkled with crushed peppermint candy canes.

Evan was on the couch, Buddy on his lap. They were wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, and Buddy was enjoying the gentle scratches Evan was giving him.

Buddy had started to be relaxed when Evan or Zoe had touched him. The dog had let it’s guard down to them, and was more and more cheerful each coming day.

“Come join us,” Evan patted the spot next to him.

“Hold on, I need a photo of my two favorite boys,” Zoe pulls out her phone, setting the hot chocolate on the nearby coffee table.

Though Evan was usually camera shy, he gave Zoe a huge, goofy smile, making Zoe laugh as she snapped the photo. She then sits next to Evan on the couch. Evan wraps her some of his blanket.

“This may be my new favorite photo,” Zoe comments, “look how cute you both are.”

Evan blushes as Zoe puts her phone away. She reaches over to Evan’s lap, stroking Buddy’s fur. Buddy licks her wrist in return.

“Are we ready to start movie night?” Evan asks, sipping his drink.

“Yep,” Zoe says, popping open a fresh bag of plain popcorn. Buddy looked at Zoe, eyeing the snack. Zoe passed him a kernel. Buddy graciously accepted the treat.

“Zoe!”

“Relax,” Zoe says, “it’s not going to hurt him. Connor and I used to feed our old dog popcorn all the time.”

Evan could imagine Zoe and Connor as children, taking turns to feed Sadie handfuls of popcorn. He could also imagine Cynthia reminding them to stop feeding their dog (of course, they wouldn’t listen).

“Okay. What type of movie do you want to watch?” Evan asks, clicking the remote, scrolling through different genres.

They decided on a dog movie. It seemed fitting, since Buddy was in their arms to watch it. As Evan clicked ‘play,’ he curled into Zoe’s side.

“This is the best way to beat the cold,” Evan says, taking in the warmth of Zoe’s body.

“I’d have to agree.”

“He looks ridiculous.”

“Everyone needs to be bundled up,” Evan says, picking up Buddy, “including pets.”

Evan had dressed Buddy in a thick winter coat. Booties were on each of his paws, and the outfit was topped with a knitted dog hat.

“Besides, I think he is rocking the outfit,” Evan jokes.

Zoe hooks the dog leash to Buddy’s collar, “Whatever you say dear. You ready for a walk Bud?!”

Buddy wagged his tail, and began to pant excitly.

“Before we go, one more person has to put on some winter clothes,” Evan eyes Zoe.

“I’m wearing a coat!” Zoe exclaims, “and it’s just a walk.”

Evan grabs a scarf and hat, “It’s still twenty degrees outside. We don’t want mommy to be cold, right Buddy?”

Buddy barks in reply.

“Fine,” Zoe allows Evan to wrap her scarf around her neck, and slip her hat on her head. Once he’s done, he gives Zoe a quick kiss on the cheek.

Just as Evan is about to open the door, Zoe grabs his hand, pulling him closer to her.

“You missed,” Zoe smirks.

Evan closes his eyes, and leans into Zoe, pressing his lips to hers. Zoe’s hands wrap around the bare spots of his neck that his scarf did not cover. Evan a breath hitches at the touch, and he wraps his arms around her lower back.

A yip interrupted them. Zoe and Evan break apart. Buddy was patiently sitting on the floor, looking utterly betrayed. Zoe and Evan blush and giggle.

Zoe gives Evan one last kiss before opening the door, the cool air welcoming their faces. Buddy quickly jumped outside, hopping into the fresh, fluffy snow from the previous night. He rolled around until snow covered his muzzle.

Buddy led the way during the walk, eager to look at everything ahead of him. Evan had his arm linked to Zoe’s, admiring the winter wonderland in front of them. Dark pine trees were coated with snow. The sky was blue, and not it’s normal grey. The sun was brightly shining on their faces, and snowflakes were lazily descending from the sky.

“The weather is nice,” Evan says.

Zoe nods, “Buddy is enjoying it.”

Buddy was attempting to catch falling snowflakes into his mouth. Evan and Zoe giggled.

The only downside to the winter weather is that when snow mixes with a dirt road, then it becomes muddy. Mud puddles were formed all over the road they were walking on.

Unfortunately, Buddy jumped right into a puddle.

Evan and Zoe gasped, but Buddy loved it. He rolled around and splashed in the sticky dirt.

Evan lifted him up, holding him arms length out. Buddy was smiling as mud was dripping off him.

“Looks like someone will need a bath.”

Zoe carefully lowered Buddy into their bathtub. Buddy had a look of fear on his face. When Zoe mentioned that he needed a bath, Buddy did whatever it took to avoid it.

Even if it meant trailing mud into their apartment.

“See Bud? It’s okay,” Zoe says once his paws dipped into the water.

Buddy splashed the water, still uneasy.

“I cleaned up all the mud,” Evan enters the bathroom, “how are things going in here?”

“I’m just trying to get Buddy to calm down.”

Evan sits next to Zoe. He reaches his hand over to Buddy, scratching his ears. Buddy was still tense as Zoe gently set him down.

“See? Not that bad,” Evan assures the dog.

Zoe squirts dog shampoo into her hand. She allows Buddy to smell it before applying it, lightly massaging it into his fur. The soap helped the mud slip off with ease. Buddy became more relaxed with Evan’s presence and Zoe’s gentle motions.

“The warm water must feel nice after being in the cold,” Evan says, helping Zoe rinse the soap off.

Zoe wiggles her eyebrows, “What if we did this once we finish cleaning Buddy up?”

“I like the way you think.”

A mist of water droplets hit the couple as Buddy began to shake himself dry. The two turn to each other, before laughing.

“Guess he already showered us off,” Zoe chuckles.

Evan reaches for a soft towel, and Zoe lifts Buddy out of the tub. Evan dries the dog off before wrapping him up.

Evan was thankful that the cafe allowed dogs.

“You ready to see mommy perform?” Evan cooed, holding Buddy in one arm, and a bouquet of lavender and carnation flowers in another.

Zoe had gotten a gig to perform at a winter event at a local cafe. Evan was ecstatic to watch her perform (despite listening to her practice a couple times).

Evan finds an open table. A waiter comes by to ask him what he would like, and he just orders a tea.

The show began, and numerous small and local musicians arrived on stage, each singing a song, and playing many different types of instruments.

When it was Zoe’s turn to arrive on the stage, Evan’s heart sprang with excitement. As Zoe got her acoustic guitar tuned, her eyes traced around the crowd until they found Evan and Buddy. Once she did, Evan moved Buddy’s paw to make it look like he was waving at her. A smile appeared on Zoe’s face.

Zoe began to straighten up, and took in a deep breath. She began to strike the first chords of White Winter Hymnal. She began to sing softly and smoothly.

“I was following

I was following

I was following the pack

All swallowed in their coats

With scarves of red tied ‘round their throats

To keep their little heads

From falling in the snow

And I turned ‘round and there you go

And Michael you would fall

And turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime.”

Zoe stopped singing, still strumming her guitar. The guitar produced a soft, warm sound. She hummed along to the song. Evan closed his eyes, enjoying just the sound of her voice and guitar.

Zoe repeated the chorus a couple more times before finishing the song. The audience, including Evan, clapped for Zoe. Buddy began to howl, cheering on Zoe. The audience chuckled.

Zoe grinned before exiting the stage, allowing the next performer to take the stage. Evan left his seat, following Zoe behind the stage.

She beamed at Evan when he approached her.

“Amazing job! You sounded… gorgeous,” Evan compliments.

“Thank you. That means a lot.”

“Buddy also thought you sounded amazing,” Evan states.

Zoe holds her arms out, and Evan places Buddy in them. Buddy nuzzled into Zoe’s chest.

“I also got you these,” Evan displays the flowers to Zoe.

“Thanks Ev,” Zoe leans to him, and Evan pulls her into a hug.

“Do you think you can sing for us again tonight?”

“Always for you two.”

“Evan! How does Buddy look?”

Evan adjusted his tie as he looked over at Buddy, who was in Zoe’s arms. He wore a sparkly black bow tie. Evan and Zoe were planning to take him to the Murphys’ annual New Year’s Eve party. He would be able to meet Cynthia, Larry, Connor, Heidi, and their friends.

“Awwww, he looks so handsome,” Evan pet Buddy’s head.

“I tried putting the rest of his tuxedo on, but someone wasn’t cooperating,” Zoe says.

Buddy gives them a guilty look. Evan laughs.

“I think he looks amazing,” Evan says, “and so do you.”

“It isn’t too flashy, is it?” Zoe asked.

She wore a black top with a metallic gold skirt. It matched Evan’s black suit and gold tie.

“Nope. You look perfect. Don’t you agree Buddy?”

Buddy licks Zoe’s face.

“Thanks Bud,” Zoe presses a kiss to Buddy’s head.

“Could I get one?” Evan smirks.

“Buddy, could you give daddy a kiss?” Zoe teases, reaching the dog towards Evan.

“Zoeeeee,” Evan whines, giggling as Buddy licks his face as well.

Zoe playfully sticks out her tongue before kissing his cheek. Zoe sets Buddy down. Zoe noticed her phones started to buzz on the table. She picked it up. There were numerous different texts from her mom.

Cynthia: Are you and Evan coming?

Cynthia: The party has already started.

Zoe looked at the time. They were thirty minutes past the time they were supposed to arrive.

“Hey Evan.”

“Hm?” Evan asks as he combs his hair.

“We were supposed to be at my parent’s house thirty minutes ago.”

Evan stops, “I knew we shouldn’t have waited for Buddy to wake up.”

“In my defense, he was sleeping on my lap. What was I supposed to do, move and wake him up?”

“Fair point.”

“There you two are!” Cynthia scolds Zoe and Evan when they walk into the Murphy house, wearing a dark dress and holding a wine glass in tack, “what took you two so long?”

Before Zoe can explain, Cynthia sees Buddy in her arms.

“Did you guys get a dog?!”

“Mom, meet Buddy!” Zoe says.

“Well aren’t you the cutest!” Cynthia gushes over Buddy. Zoe sets Buddy onto the ground. He sniffs Cynthia curiously before allowing Cynthia to touch him. He curled up against Cynthia’s touch.

“He’s also such a sweetheart!” Cynthia coos.

Cynthia calls for everyone. At the moment Cynthia said the word “dog,” everyone quickly rushed to see. The moment eyes were laid on Buddy, he was all anyone could rave about.

“I think he’s enjoying the attention,” Evan chuckles.

Jared, Alana, and Connor were crouched on the ground. Jared got the brilliant idea of using his tie for a game of tug of war. Alana and Connor were cheering Buddy on as he pulled the tie, determined to win. Earlier, Larry slid small pieces of chicken for Buddy under the table during dinner, and Cynthia and Heidi had been showering him with belly rubs and kisses throughout the night. No one even noticed when midnight hit the clock. All eyes were on Buddy.

Evan and Zoe were sitting on the couch, watching Buddy like proud parents.

“He’s the star of the show,” Zoe agrees.

“I’m glad we adopted him,” Evan says, resting his head on Zoe’s shoulder, “he makes everyone happy. He makes me happy.”

“He makes me happy too,” Zoe plants a kiss to his forehead, returning her focus to Buddy, who tore the tie out of Jared’s hands. Alana scooped the dog in her arms as Jared claimed he let the dog win.

Evan smiled, closing his eyes. He wanted to savor this moment forever.

#dear evan hansen #deh #bandtrees #evan hansen #zoe murphy #deh fanfic #deh fanart #my writing #my art #okay but this is like my first fanart im excited

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crystalwillow · 4 years

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Let Them Talk

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Valentine (F!MC)

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: None. 100% fluff with a tinsy bit of Ethan angst

Tagging: @schnitzelbutterfingers @brycelahelalover @deansmyapplepie @vibrantlyjaz @kaavyaethanramsey @rookie-ramsey @ramseysno1rookie @ramseyswifey @whippedforethanfreakingramsey @ethanramseyswhore @obsessedheehee @eleanorbloom @queencarb @hopelessromantics4life

The gala was winding down and coming to an end. Ethan watched as Casey used her charm to squeeze out a few last minute donations, only moving from his seat at a table to make his way over as she went in for the final hand shake to seal the deal. The donors then walking towards the main doors and exiting into the night. Casey stood with her eyes closed as she allowed her posture to slouch a little as she pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a tired sigh. Ethan smiled softly as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin carefully on her shoulder. “I’m proud of you.” he praised quietly, as though not to startle her. Pressing a soft, warm kiss to her cheek. Smiling, she leant back into his embrace as her hands fell naturally on top of his. “I’m not the one who made big moves tonight.” She said back, barely above a whisper as she turned around to face the taller doctor. His hands now gliding to the small of her back, he linked his fingers as a means of supporting her as their gazes found each other.

“I... was tired. Of pretending.”

“You weren’t pretending, per se. You were more suppressing your feelings to save my reputation as a doctor. You said so yourself.”

Ethan smiled at her softly, adoration the only thing in his eyes as she looked back at him. A yawn escaped him as he was about to speak.

“Sorry. I guess I’m more tired than I thought.”

“These things do tend to be pretty exhausting. And it probably doesn’t help that you done 5 shots with us before we left.” Casey teased, letting out a little squeal as Ethan playfully jabbed and tickled her sides.

“I’m not that old Casey Valentine. I can keep up with you youngsters perfectly fine and you know it.” He said with a slight chuckle as she writhed in his arms, begging him to stop tickling her.

“No! seriously, stop. Please. I really need to pee. EthAN! NO!” she laughed and shrieked as she almost fell to the floor, but Ethan’s reflexes saved her.

“Do you seriously think I’d let the floor harm your pretty face?” he grinned at her.

“No. But please help me up. I really do need to pee.” she smiled.

Ethan helped her with finding her footing before she walked off to the nearest toilets. He couldn’t resist lightly tapping her butt with a cheeky grin as she looked back at him rolling her eyes playfully. He smiled after her until she disappeared down a corridor, when he turned back he startled slightly as he registered Casey’s flat mates round him in a semi-circle.

“...Can I.. help you?” he asked the 4 faces looking at him. 3 of them wearing matching smirks.

“So you and Valentine huh?” Aurora remarked smugly.

“How long?” Jackie added, fist bumping Aurora still smirking.

“We uh... what I mean is... Casey is....” Ethan flustered

“Is just a friend?” Elijah asked smugly. “We’ve heard that one before buddy.”

“Guys! Don’t tease him so much. That’s mean.” Sienna reprimanded before turning back to Ethan with a smile. “Good for you in taking the leap Dr. Ramsey. Also, thank you for letting her know she was the something that’s worth any risk.” She said sweetly, giving him a quick hug, which he returned with a gentle pat on the back.

“Uh, thank you. Sienna.” He smiled as the other 3 looked at Sienna in shock

“You knew?!” Jackie exclaimed

“And didn’t say anything to us?” Elijah added

“Sienna!” Aurora exclaimed.

The small doctor drew herself to her full height and looked at them sternly in turn. “Casey confided in me when she felt like she had nowhere else to go. So did Dr. Ramsey. I wasn’t going to betray that trust.” she snapped, face screwed in temporary anger. Next to her, Ethan chuckled.

“The smaller they are. The scarier that they get. Casey was right.” Ethan joked. Sienna turning to him and rolling her eyes, hitting his arm. “And it’s Ethan. Outside of work hours at least.” he smiled. Sienna nodded with a smile and small salute.

“Anyway. We came over to ask if we can expect Casey home tonight or not.” Jackie said, getting them back on track.

Ethan shook his head. “Not. There are... a few things I’d like to speak to her about that can’t wait.”

Aurora was about to make another smart remark but saw Casey round the corner with her head down, coming in their direction. “Okay... well. Don’t stay up too late.” She said instead with a wink and the gang turned around, heading outside.

Ethan turned to the sound of heels clicking on the floor behind him, chuckling at the small scowl on Casey’s features as she tugged at her dress muttering angrily under her breath.

“Ugh. Stupid thing will you. No not like that. Will you. UGH!” she screamed but blushed as it echoed around the now almost empty atrium. Ethan extended a hand with a kind and tired smile. “Come on. Let’s go home.” He said. She looked at him perplexed as she took his hand, the two of them heading out into the chilly night. As the frigid chill of the night air hit her skin, Casey hugged herself as a shiver ran down her spine. Ethan shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it round her shoulders.

“Wait here, I’ll just call for a cab.” He said with a smile as she sat on the edge of the fountain. A short while later, they had reached Ethan’s apartment and were drying off from their shared shower.

“That was so warm and refreshing.” Casey smiled with a yawn, plopping on the end of Ethan’s bed as he went through his closet looking for clothes.

“I still don’t see why it’s shocking that I buy Christmas scented soaps. I am a human you know. Not a robot.” He chuckled, throwing one of his navy blue t-shirts at Casey. Laughing when it landed on her head and she whined from behind the material. “Just pull it off.”

Casey lazily pulled it off her head and flopped back on the bed.

“I want to stay here forever. The gossip tomorrow is going to work me into an early grave of retirement.” she joked. Ethan chuckled as he pulled a black V-neck t-shirt of his own over his head.

“You know I’d love nothing more than to spend a full day in bed with you. But work calls whether there’s gossip or not. So please, pretty please, put the t-shirt on so we can get under these covers and cuddle.” he pleaded tiredly, laying next to her on his stomach.

“Can I have a kiss to give me some energy to move?” Casey pouted. Ethan chuckled shaking his head slightly and gave her a peck on the lips. In a flash, Casey had ditched her towel and slid the top over her head. She stood nervously at the foot of the bed.

“What’s the matter?”

“I um... haven’t ever slept without bottoms after a shower... I... feel naked.” Casey stuttered, blushing a light pink. Ethan gave her a kind, tired smile and pointed to his top drawer.

“Take a pair. What’s mine is yours after all.”

“Well. I mean... you can wear my underwear too. Just don’t steal the nice ones.” She joked as she opened the draw, Ethan sighing exasperatedly behind her. Casey stood and looked through the drawer picking out a pair with a neon pink stripe around the waistband, slipping them on and turning to the bed where Ethan was now waiting for her under the covers.

“They look way better on you”

“I didn’t think you were a pink kinda guy.”

“Excuse me? It’s my favourite colour. It’s just not... “manly” to wear such a bright version.”

Casey chuckled as she cuddled into his chest, Ethan covering her with the plush duvet. “You need not giving a fuck about toxic masculinity lessons from Bryce.”

“Do you think him, and Rafael are okay?”

“What do you mean?” Casey asked quietly, tilting her head to look up at him.

“Well, I mean it’s obvious they like you too. And we kissed publicly. They would have seen it.”

“I’ll talk to them when the opportunity comes okay? For now... let’s just worry about us and sleep.”

Ethan sighed with a smile, pressing a kiss to the crown of Casey’s head. “You’re right. Goodnight Casey.”

“Goodnight Ethan.”

--- The Next Morning ---

Early the next morning Ethan rolled over with a groan to turn off his alarm. He didn’t want to get up, but his eyes shot open as he rolled over feeling the empty bed next to him. Panic started rising in his chest. Had last night all just been a dream?

“Casey?!”

He bolted out from under the covers and ran through his apartment looking for her.

“Case!”

As he approach the last room he hoped she would be there and prove that last night wasn’t a dream, but real. He sighed and relaxed seeing her there with her back to the door, music playing quietly from her phone as she plated up food onto two plates. Sensing his presence, Casey turned around and gave him a soft smile before looking at him with concern.

“Are you okay? You look a little worried.”

“I... thought last night was a dream. You... weren’t-”

“Aw! Ethan, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you!” she cooed quietly, walking around the kitchen island and wrapping her arms around his torso, snuggling her head into his chest. “I just wanted to make you breakfast so I knew you’d eaten properly this morning.”

Ethan smiled at the thought of the gesture she wanted to make and returned her embrace, swaying them slightly. “Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince is next.” he said casually, Casey looking up at him with a grin. “How do you know?” she asked with a small smirk tugging at her lips. “I.. may have purchased and downloaded the album on my phone after you shared it with me.” Ethan blushed. Casey smiling at him. “Am I turning you into a swiftie?” she asked. “No comment.” He chuckled before pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Breakfast?” he said, nodding to the plates on the side. Casey smiled and nodded, collecting them and taking them to the couch.

At lunch later that day, Ethan sat with Casey at Derry Roasters as they enjoyed coffee and sandwiches, doing their best to avoid the gossip of Edenbrook. But their respite was short lived as two surgical residents entered deep in conversation. Luckily for Ethan, their seat near the door they had taken up helped him eavesdrop on the topic. To no surprise it was about him and Casey. “But you didn’t see it Angie! Oh, I wish someone would kiss me like that!” one resident all but swooned. “Well I heard she done it to get onto the diagnostics team and is only carrying it on to keep her spot.” The other said bitterly, adding “Only whores do that.”

Ethan watched as Casey’s cheery demeanor vanished like warm breath on cool air. He breathed in deeply and slammed his fist angrily on the table, rattling the items atop it. Casey tried to give him a look to say it was okay. But it wasn’t. This is what he had feared, people suggesting Casey slept her way onto the team. They both knew she hadn’t. She loved him and he loved her, yet he was still to confess that to her aloud. All day so far Ethan and Casey had been telling each other to just let people talk, but this crossed a serious line. His chair screeched as he pushed himself up, reaching the two surgical staff in the line in four strides. “Why don’t you try saying it to my face?” he bit coldly, scowling and crossing his arms over his chest. “Better yet. Why don’t you say it to her face?” he added, moving aside and gesturing to Casey who was anxiously watching the encounter. A deep sadness was in her eyes. The two gossiping staff shook their heads rapidly, gulping as Ethan continued to glare at them. “I thought as much. I suggest you keep any ill talk about Dr. Valentine to yourselves and not let me hear another word, otherwise I will have your jobs quicker than an alligator snaps up its meal.” Ethan snapped, turning on his heel and going back to the table. He sat down and took Casey’s hand in his own, running the rough, calloused pad of his thumb over the delicate skin of her knuckles before lifting her hand to his lips and kissing it gently. Casey smiled which cheered Ethan up a little but too.

“There we go. There’s my girls beautiful smile.” He grinned

Casey felt the heat rush to her cheeks as she blushed brightly, looking down from Ethan gaze shyly.

“Hey. There’s no need to be shy.” He smiled

“Yes there is.” She mumbled

“Why then? What’s the need for being shy?”

“My smile. It isn’t beautiful.”

“Casey!” Ethan exclaimed lightly. The thought that she believed her smile wasn’t beautiful broke his heart. “It’s so beautiful. Why would you think otherwise?” he continued on in question, but only got a shrugged response. He sighed and pulled the small brunette onto his lap, allowing her to snuggle into his chest. They watched the world passing by outside the window whilst Ethan finished his coffee, rubbing soothing circles on Casey’s back. She suppressed a yawn, closing her eyes as they got heavier with each soothing motion. Feeling a change in the tenseness of her body and noticing a change in her breathing, Ethan shook her gently.

“Hey. Wake up.”

“mmm no.”

“Come on. It’s not bedtime yet, we have patients to see to.” Ethan chuckled

“nnnghh.” Casey groaned, gripping onto him tighter as he stood up himself.

“Come on. Maybe we can talk to your roommates and see if they’re okay with you staying with me for a bit. Because I love you too much to spend nights without you right now. I need, no want you there next to me.”

Casey froze staring at him with wide eyes full of happiness as he looked back at her, shock spreading onto his face as the realization of what he said kicked into his brain.

“Casey I-”

“No. Ethan, it’s okay.” She smiled sweetly, taking his hands in her own. “I love you too.”

“You love me too.” He muttered to himself. “SHE LOVES ME TOO!” he shouted picking Casey up and spinning her around, the other patrons in the shop cheering as he kissed her sweetly on the lips. He pulled away beaming and she giggled at his childlike behaviour as he spun her again.

“I know I don’t need to ask this, but I like formality as you know. So, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Ethan.” She chuckled, running a thumb over his cheek as she cupped it in her hand. “I’d love nothing more than to be your girlfriend.”

Ethan laughed in relief as he hugged Casey tightly. “I love you so much. You have no idea how much I’ve been torturing myself. But now I can... we can walk into work holding hands. I can kiss you in the halls!...” he trailed off as he thought about how happy he would be. Eyes sparkling with wonder and delight.

“I guess we should get back to work?” Casey asked

“...Hm?” Ethan hummed, coming back to reality as he heard Casey’s soft voice

“Work. We should get back.” She repeated briefly, Ethan nodding as he headed to the door, holding it open for her. “After you.” He smiled, Casey giving a curtsy before walking out the door. “Why thank you, kind sir.” she said with a giggle as she passed. Ethan following behind, lacing their fingers together as they headed back to Edenbrook, laughing and joking before sharing a kiss just inside the main atrium and heading back to work.

“Oh Ethan!” Casey shouted in his direction

“Yeah?” he called back, stopping and spinning around to face her.

“Remember. Let them talk!” she told him with a grin. He smiled and nodded, heading off to where he needed to be with a wave over his shoulder.

--- That Night ---

Casey and her roommate friends were sat around the coffee table, laughing and mocking each other as Sienna helped her to pack away the boardgames they had been playing. Ethan was currently using their bathroom.

“So how long have you and Dr. Ramsey been...?” Jackie asked clicking her tongue as she made a gesture with her hands.

“Jackie!” Casey shrieked. “It’s not the sex that got me into him. I was already into him before our first time happened. He’s not as bad as people say. He’s smart way beyond medicine, he’s funny, caring... his culinary skills bang. Like, I thought I could cook... that man proved me sooooo fucking wrong. What’s my 5 minute stir-fry to his succulent chicken? Dog shit. That’s what it is, dog shit and his chicken is ... well it’s just... mouth-watering.” She continued.

“But is it good? His... you know?” Jackie continued to ask with a mischievous glint in her eyes

“Jackie Varma I am not giving you details on my boyfriends privates!” Casey laughed hitting her with a pillow.

“Pillow fight!” Elijah shouted and the room burst into temporary chaos as they all flung pillows and cushions from the couches at each other. Casey running over to Ethan as he returned. “Babe save me I’m under attack!” Casey exclaimed breathlessly. Ethan laughed, subtly signaling for a pillow. Sienna being the closest passed one.

“Aw. Are they being mean to you?” he pouted playfully, and Casey nodded. “But it looks like so much fun. You were laughing when I walked in.”

“But... you’re my boyfriend now. It’s one of your sworn duties to protect me.”

“Is it now?” Ethan smirked. “Or is it my duty to not spoil your fun?” he laughed as he turned to face Casey fully revealing the pillow he was holding, hitting her with it playfully and laughing.

“You traitor!” Casey gasped running from him to get a pillow of her own to hit him back.

By the time they had all said goodnight and settled in their own rooms it was close to midnight. Casey looked at her walls with a happy sigh.

“Just think... The next time we get to snuggle like this it will be in your bed. For a whole month.”

“mmm.” Ethan hummed contently, drawing small patterns on Casey’s hipbone.

“What’s on your mind?” she asked, sensing something was on his mind

“Hm? Oh. Nothing. I was just thinking how friendships are fun, and I’ve seriously wasted a decade of my life being lonely and focusing on medicine, when I could have had my own group of friends and roommates as amazing as yours.”

“You’re one of us now. You do know that right?”

“I.. am?”

“Of course you are. Whether we ended up dating or not. You’re an amazing person and I think we’d be equally good friends as we are partners. We just click. I love how are thoughts bounce off of each other, almost as much as I love you.” Casey said softly, kissing his cheek and booping his nose.

Ethan smiled at her. “Thank you Case.”

“What for?”

“I don’t know. Never giving up on me? making me feel seen? Including me no matter how much I protest?”

“Ethan. I’d do anything to see you smile. You have the most handsome smile I’ve ever seen. And I want to see it every single day for the rest of our lives.”

Ethan chuckled lightly, leaning down to give her a kiss. “Goodnight my little firecracker. I love you.”

“Goodnight... my tall old man. I love you too.” She teased back.

Together they snuggled under Casey’s duvet and fell into a blissful slumber, ready to pack and move her belongings to Ethan’s apartment the next morning, both excited for the month ahead.

——————

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RadioHusk Week - #2 To Love A Dumbass

I meant to write a drabble and my hand slipped.

I’m sorry.

[ EDITED 4/5/20 ]

I want to do a drawing for every fic, it just takes my dumb butt forever to do anything. Forewarning, this was done at 2 am, so it might be a bit jumbled? I edited what I could to fix it. I hope you all enjoy!

To hell’s general population or the few who knew of him, Husk was a lot of things. Temperamental, apathetic, tired of everyone’s shit... the list could go on, but he liked to think he was a pretty simple guy.

Uncomplicated and easy to understand. You leave him alone, he’ll leave you alone. You get on his nerves, he’ll probably claw your eyes out. Maybe. If he actually had the energy for it. A fair trade if you asked him.

And he didn’t ask for much. To most, he didn’t like to be bothered, he enjoyed card games, he depended on alcohol to get him through the day, and he had a fondness for magic tricks.

That last one was a little-known fact to their small group of misfits. The hotel’s residents didn’t need to know about it. The only reason any of them had even found out was because of Angel Dust challenging him to a card game.

He was more than a little drunk at the time. Hah, he’d been fucking plastered.

Kicking that fluffy arachnoids ass was just a bonus. While he never doubted his own hand, being that uncoordinated never usually ended well for him. He tended to keep to himself when he was at his worst.

He was surprised he even agreed to do anything at all instead of telling that perverted walking stick to shove off! Even more surprising was as trashed as he’d been, he was still apparently unbeatable.

Husk wondered if he had an ace up his sleeve… and he didn’t even have sleeves… or wear clothes.

Yikes. Did bow ties and tophats count?

Hmmmm… wait. No. He wasn’t doing this to himself again. It was hard enough accepting he was an overgrown catbird. He’d leave this complicated crap alone. Besides, trying to wear clothes over fur was a pain in the ass. Not to mention extremely uncomfortable...

Lucky streak aside, Husk won whatever bet they’d made. He couldn’t quite remember what it was since he’d been blackout drunk, but he knew Vaggie had enough blackmail on Angel to get about a week’s worth of good behavior out of him.

That alone had made this whole thing an even bigger victory. The only problem was that with his drinking, while his gambling was on point, his mouth… wasn’t.

Plenty of sinners gave away personal information when they were drunk. People did it while they were alive, so it wasn’t an uncommon thing down in hell. The only problem was where it ended up… or who it ended up with.

Long story short, he’d apparently let Angel Dust in on his appreciation for magic and had even shown him a trick or two with his cards while they were playing. He couldn’t remember jack shit, but it was possible.

How else would Angel have found out? The only other demons who’d know would be Alastor or Niffty and he doubted Alastor would randomly share something as insignificant as this. He may have a thing for pushing Husk’s buttons, but he didn’t think the other would just throw that out into the open without any context.

Actually, he probably would.

Either that or Niffty spilled the beans… she liked his coin behind the ear trick. She made for a great audience, even when she had to stop him to sweep up his stray feathers or dust the furniture in his room. He wasn’t a total slob, but he was rarely in his hotel room to begin with, so it wasn’t really his top priority.

Like right now. He could clean up the broken glass next to the bed, but he wasn’t going to. He drank often enough, so hangovers rarely bothered him, but sometimes even he overdid it.

His tolerance was absolutely phenomenal. A blessing and a curse. On the one hand, he could enjoy his booze and watch his drinking buddies fall over after a few shots of the hard stuff. On the other hand, it was tougher to get buzzed or even just flat out drunk if he wanted a quick way to escape his own mind.

Last night had been one of those times and he absolutely went overboard. The hangover he was nursing could definitely attest to that. If the pounding in his head grew any worse he’d probably die. Again.

With a sigh, Husk shifted into a more comfortable position, trying to keep his wings in mind. He didn’t need any other problems right now.

Speaking of problems, he hoped he didn’t do anything too stupid. How did he get back to his room, anyway? He tried to wrack his brain for answers, but all he got was a flash of white-hot pain radiating throughout his skull for his trouble.

This was the beauty of alcohol. It made you forget, even if it was only for a short time. He’d already made that mistake twice in one fucking day… One with Angel Dust, and the other with-

A knock at the door made him tense, the sound not at all helping his headache. Who was bothering him at this hour? Wait, what time was it? Shit… was he late for work? Most likely. He didn’t actually give too much of a shit, seeing as to how he worked seven days a week.

The only one it would actually bother was-

//BANG//

The sound of the door slamming open and ramming into the wall made him jump so hard his teeth clacked together.

A loud boisterous voice filled the quiet of his room moments later, “Ohhhhh Husker! Wakey wakey, my darling kitty cat! Your shift started hours ago, and our sour sinners are hankering for your testy temper. And quite possibly a beverage or two, but that is no concern of mine. Hahah!”

Husk groaned, curling into a ball. Maybe if he hid in his wings, the bastard would take the hint and leave. He was too exhausted to deal with this shit.

Of course, he wasn’t that lucky. Give him a deck of cards and you’d see him win the whole pot! But a radio demon that he just so happened to be in a relationship with? Not so much.

Hold on a damn minute… Was it a relationship? It was probably the closest thing to one. They never agreed on an actual title, but Alastor had been pretty pushy about them trying this… whatever it was out.

In fact, if he thought back to it, he hadn’t believed the guy at first, having been pining over said demon for years. Why would he come waltzing over to Husk, demanding him to be his significant other?

He’ll fucking tell you why. His own mouth betrayed him. With Angel Dust, he’d been very loose tongued thanks to his over drinking.

Alastor had come over to watch their game of cards, and by the end of it, had decided to poke fun at his old pal Husker.

He’d given Husk a round of applause for his card tricks, but it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that he’d won the game and left Angel Dust flipping the table in despair. None of it mattered because it hadn’t been enough to fill Alastor’s endless need to be entertained.

He just so happened to believe that ‘drunk Husk’ was an absolute riot. He’d told him as much in the past.

Although, instead of the usual banter or wobbly cat behavior he would have normally provided, Husk decided to share an even more personal secret than his fucking magic tricks.

He’d told the cannibalistic serial killer he was in love with him.

And it didn’t end there. To make it worse, since he’d been three sheets to the wind, he ended up forgetting everything that happened.

Angel Dust finding out about him being a magician was fine.

Alastor finding out about his undying love for him?

Husk would sooner have jumped in front of an Angel on extermination day than to have revealed his feelings to Alastor.

When he’d found out about what he’d done, because of course the insufferable jackass had to bring up his mistake as soon as he was sober, he may or may not have tried to jump out of the nearest window.

That was a tough feat to accomplish considering his bar was on the first floor. Had he done it anyway? Well, he tried to, but the other put a stop to his attempt so he hadn’t gotten very far.

In the end, Alastor had told him he should’ve confessed sooner because they could’ve been spending quality time together. He may have spaced out after that due to his brain short-circuiting.

It was almost too good to be true.

Husk agreed to Alastor’s demands, feeling like he would’ve been an idiot to refuse an opportunity to spend more time with the demon that held his heart in the palm of his hand.

Should he have paid more attention to what those demands were? Hell yes. His impulsive decision left him with more questions than answers.

After all, making deals with demons was a dangerous game.

The lowlifes he used to play poker with regularly would’ve told him to suck it up and take the offer for what it was worth. Taking chances was their shtick.

Jerry, the cheating piece of shit, would have asked, “Why look a gift horse in the mouth?”

This was why. He had so many regrets.

Husk heard the tapping of hooved shoes making their way toward him and scowled from beneath his feathery shelter. If Al did what he knew he was absolutely going to freakin’ do, he’d give him the silent treatment for the next three days.

He’d say a week, but Husk would cave long before Alastor… He may like his space, but he liked Alastor more. The guy had a way of making him crave for his attention, even if the radio demon himself didn’t always want it in return.

Hell, Alastor rarely showed any interest in him to begin with. And no, having an interest in causing him constant aggravation did not fucking count. He was busy with the hotel and all of the ragtag tenants he got a sick pleasure tormenting.

It was hilarious. Honestly, it was, but he wanted more… It was selfish, especially since he fell in love with Alastor for who he was and not for some warped soap opera version of himself that he was sure plenty of demons daydreamed about.

Eugh...

Husk was guilty of daydreaming. He daydreamed plenty when it came to his ‘partner.’ Husk would be the first to admit he was a hopeless romantic… well. Maybe not out loud.

He liked the thought of tender touches, passionate kisses, and appreciative glances. Did he need them? No. Did the thought of them make his heart race? Fucking Christ, yes they did.

He knew Alastor wasn’t interested in any of that. It wasn’t who he was and Husk could accept that, selfish desires be damned. He just wished someone would give him a hint as to what exactly Alastor was playing at.

Was this something he actually wanted? What was he getting out of it? Why would he even bother with something he usually thought was so ‘tedious?’ He’d said so plenty of times to Angel and Charlie.

It’s already been a few weeks since they’d made this little agreement. Now that he was thinking back on it, it's almost been a month! You’d think he’d know the answers to all of these questions by now, but he was left in the dark when it came to Alastor’s intentions.

He was torn from his thoughts when a hand gripped his furry ankle and dragged him to the end of the bed.

Husk let out a warning growl to try and ward off the other from his oncoming attack, but it was useless.

Alastor only chortled in response and Husk felt the hand wrapped around his ankle tighten briefly before moving away. He knew better than to believe that was it. This was only the beginning.

He was proven right when his wings were forcefully pried apart, revealing him to his attacker who looked way too smug for his own good. “My Dearest Husker, why must you hide from me? You know, while I do love your volatile personality, I’m only here to help!”

Holy shit…

Had he actually fallen in love with this dumbass?

Husk sneered, the stabbing pain in his head only growing worse as he locked eyes with Alastor. “Help? How is this helping?”

He watched Alastor’s brows furrow for a split second before his grin stretched impossibly wider. “Why, of course it is! You would have missed your shift, otherwise. After all, your job is crucial! You’re the first face our lovely residents see!”

Sitting up, Husk felt his wings fluff up. This was getting ridiculous. He was hungover and more than a little unstable in the feelings department. Alastor was only making things worse, seeing as to how he was the main cause of his emotional turmoil.

He could start yelling and throwing a tantrum, but that would only amuse the bastard and leave him with an even bigger headache.

No. He had to catch him off guard.

Maybe he’d try something new… he had nothing to lose except his dignity and he’d lost that years ago..

Fuck it.

“I want a divorce.”

He felt a swell of pride at Alastor’s blank stare. So that actually shut him up, eh? Sure, this didn’t at all make any sense, but if he had to deal with Alastor’s bullshit, then the idiot was going to get bullshit thrown right back into his stupidly handsome face.

“Pardon?”

“I want a divorce.”

Alastor’s smile waned as his brows went back into a furrow, his head tilting to the side. “Husker, my good man… we aren’t married.”

Husk felt himself relax. Al’s voice had quieted immensely from his earlier shouting. He always had to project his voice, no matter where he went. This was a hell of a lot better for his head. He could already feel the pain lessen.

With a distracted nod, Husk huffed out, “I know. I still want a divorce.” He watched as Alastor’s grin strained, eyes narrowing as he studied him. He felt a shiver travel up his spine at the others searching stare.

Unsatisfied with what he seemed to not be able to find, Alastor released the firm grip he had on his feathers only to move those deft clawed hands behind his back. Husk was sure he was clenching them tight with frustration.

He couldn’t tell if this was funny or sad. He didn’t want to piss off his ‘steady,’ but he also wasn’t in the mood to be pissed off himself.

Looking at Alastor, he had to admit it was actually pretty damn comical.

“No.”

Husk blinked, feathered brows raising high in confusion. “What?”

Alastor’s expression morphed into a sharp smile, his glowing red eye’s staring unwavering into Husk’s. He seemed to radiate extreme disapproval. “No. We aren’t getting a divorce, Dearest.” His smile gave an irritated twitch.

Holy shit. This was unexpected. He hadn’t actually thought something like this would upset the overlord so much. This should be funny. He should be laughing…

It wasn’t funny. He loved Alastor too much to keep this up, but he also didn’t understand. Why was Al taking this so seriously? The radio host would usually have laughed something like this off or made an even bigger joke out of it… so why wasn’t he doing that now?

He really needed to get answers. If they were going to be anything they needed to start by finding common ground.

Mind made up, Husk stretched. If he was going to do this, he might as well be comfortable. He let out a pleased hum at every pop or crack he worked out of his spine. That felt so much better…

He glanced back up at his uninvited guest, only to pause. Alastor’s previous expression was gone. Husk wasn’t sure if he could put a name to it… but it was softer. Not a word he was used to using when it came to this particular demon. He looked downright distracted as his eyes traveled along the length of Husk’s body…

There was absolutely no fucking way this was happening right now.

He felt hope well into his chest, but he buried it down deep, he had some questions that needed answering. “Okay. We won’t get a divorce… we can still be friend-married or whatever. I didn’t think you’d take what I said so seriously...”

Alastor seemed to tune back in at the sound of his voice, his smile taking on a more satisfied curl. “I’m glad you’ve changed your mind! A divorce, hah! How silly…-” He stilled, a record scratching sound following his abrupt pause as one of his brows raised in question. “Friend-married?”

He grimaced, “I do believe we have taken the next step in our relationship to a status higher than mere friends. Though I suppose that wouldn’t take away our actual friendship, I was hoping for a more committed type of companionship.”

Husk felt his jaw drop in shock. Hold the fucking phone, what?

Alastor didn’t seem to notice his surprise, carrying on with a look of distaste. “Honestly, Husker… friend-married? Is that a word young folk are using these days? Taking two separate terms and mashing them together?”

He let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head at the thought. “I miss the days where words were used more appropriately.” Another twitch of his wide grin. “Besides, why crush words together when you can crush skulls?”

Husk gave a hard blink, his tail thumping on the sheets behind him. Holding up a clawed paw, he cut off the other’s rambling. “You… Do you seriously want to be in a relationship with me? You’re not just pulling my leg for a laugh?” If he was, he’d kill him. He’d probably be the one killed, but he would die trying.

Alastor’s confusion was palpable at this point as he tilted his head for a second time. “... I do believe I asked this of you before we began our partnership, yes. Besides, I may have just literally pulled your leg a short while ago, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I would spend so much time doing all of this just to cure my boredom..."

Husk felt like he was going to pass out. His heart was hammering so hard he thought it was going to beat right out of his chest.

He was serious. Alastor wasn’t doing this for a laugh. He was actually interested in some form of relationship with him that wasn’t just friendly or work-based.

Holy fucking shit what the fuck?

Husk’s ears were swiveling about, his fur was bristling, his tail was curling, and his wings were poofing out. He wasn’t sure what kind of fucking response his body was having to this unexpected situation.

Was he confused? Was he flustered? Was he offended? He had no clue because he was feeling too much at once to comprehend a single thing.

He was able to stutter out a rushed, “Me? You want to be with me? Of all the demons in hell, you chose me?”

Alastor gave a slow nod, regarding him with a curious gaze. “Why waste my time lavishing affection on just anyone when I can focus my attention on one demon in particular?”

His hand rose from behind his back, cautiously reaching out towards Husk only to let it hover in the air between them as if he were worried about spooking him. He continued, “And who better than one whose company I enjoy… and one who I am so very fond of?”

Husk couldn’t fucking believe this. Alastor liked him. Alastor liked him to the point of wanting to be with him. Not just to terrorize him to get a reaction out of him. This whole time. This whole god damned time he could have been getting to know this crazy sonofabitch and here he was, wasting his only chance to do exactly what he’s wanted to for fucking years because he couldn’t just get over himself.

Husk shrunk in on himself with a horrified gasp, “Oh no. I’m the dumbass.” Before Alastor could question him, he ran his paw down his face, groaning out, “This whole time I thought you were just doing this because you were bored. You like pissing me off to the point of me ripping my own fur out!”

His wings moved to cover him back up, he couldn’t bear to look at the demon in front of him anymore. This was too embarrassing. “I’m a fucking dumbass.” he muttered dejectedly.

The room was quiet for a few moments. Hell, Alastor could have vanished and he wouldn’t have been able to tell from beneath his feathery cocoon. This was amazing and awful all at once. He was an idiot, but he was a happy idiot.

He jumped at the feeling of gentle hands resting against his wings. He felt them hesitate before they began to caress him, palms moving in long even strokes. When Husk didn’t move to pull away or stop him, Alastor began to alternate between petting and running his claws soothingly through his feathers.

It felt nice…

Husk felt himself begin to relax, not at all realizing how wound up he’d actually been. This was ridiculous. He needed to get a hold of himself… well. Maybe after a few more minutes of Alastor touching him like this... Alastor was comforting him. Would this ever happen again?

He really hoped so.

“Husk?” He felt his eyes snap open at the other’s hushed voice. He’s never heard Alastor so quiet before. They’d known each other for decades and not once has Alastor gotten even close to speaking in a volume this low that wasn’t a sinister threat. This was a soft plea for his attention.

Well, if he hadn’t had it before, he certainly had it now. He mentally prepared himself as best as he could before he shifted, immediately mourning the loss of the other’s hands as they retreated from his wings to give him space.

Crossing his arms, he sat up and allowed his wings to part open, folding them down to rest over his legs and along the bedspread. Seeing as to how he’d let them drag across the floor plenty of times in the past, letting them hang off of the bed wouldn’t hurt them.

He glanced up toward Alastor, taking in his surprisingly patient smile and couldn’t help returning it with a smile of his own. Husk’s smile only widened as he grumbled, “You’re stuck with a dumbass for a partner. Hope you’re happy, ya wiseguy.”

Blinking owlishly, Alastor took on a more bemused grin. “Well… while there are several names I could call you, that one definitely wouldn’t have been my first choice. I prefer goofball!” He leaned down to get into Husk’s space, their faces only a few inches apart. “You’re a goofball, my Dear! But you’re my goofball.”

Husk was glad he had fur because he felt his whole body heat up at just how close their faces were. It was harder to deal with his feelings when he was able to see Alastor up close. And this was really fucking close.

Alastor took notice of the change and seemed to study him, though he’d probably been doing that the whole damned time with how stupid Husk had been acting. Embarrassing. Absolutely humiliating. He was going to pretend this never happened.

He was hungover. That was his excuse and... why was Alastor giving him that look?

Said overlord was giving him a large smirk, eyes lidded and teeth glinting from the minuscule light coming in from under his hotel’s door. His expression was one that told him he was about to get on Husk’s last nerve… he wanted to kiss that look right off his face.

Alastor closed the gap between them, purposely bumping their noses together. “My Dear sweet Husker. There’s no need to be shy! I had no idea you were so insecure. I’ll make sure to be more considerate of your feelings in the future.”

That little shit. He was teasing him! He had some fucking nerve.

Husk wasn’t about to let Alastor make fun of him. He was purposely trying to rile him up because he went all googly-eyed over him. It wasn’t his fault he fell in love with the guy! What right did he have to take advantage of that?

He made sure to give Alastor the stink eye and a very displeased noise that was definitely threatening and not at all pathetic. Okay, it was kind of pathetic. He was flustered, okay? It was tough to control his body when his instincts had a mind of their own!

Alastor beat him to the punch, making any thought of retaliation fly right out the window by gently nudging their noses together. “My Darling, don’t look so cross. I’m only teasing you!”

Hah, Husk fucking knew it! The bastard.

The radio demon moved to press his face into Husk’s neck, his shoulders shaking with his laughter.

Husk would have throttled him if he wasn’t currently trying not to combust. He was used to Alastor touching him, but this felt different. They were dating. It felt intimate when it really wasn’t. Was it? Oh shit…

Normally he’d push him away, but it suddenly felt like the wrong thing to do. As if this was a moment he shouldn’t… couldn’t ruin.

It was getting increasingly hard to not do anything, especially when the huffing breath against his neck was making him twitch. He was ticklish, and if Alastor ever found out he’d be screwed.

Okay, he had to move. He didn’t have to stop touching him, but he did have to stop chuckling into his neck. “Al, buddy. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you gotta stop.” He leaned back, arms moving behind him to support his weight.

Alastor let him go, laughter dying out as soon as Husk had distanced himself. “Oh? Have I gone too far? Did I offend you?”

Husk shook his head, “Nah, not that you’d give two shits about offending anybody. Too far is never far enough for you. I’m just gonna have to get used to all of this…” He quickly cut the other off when he saw his mouth open to question him. “I’m not used to all this touchy-feely crap!”

Alastor gave him a wide-eyed stare. “I’m quite certain I touch you very often, my fine feathered feline. I’ve always been very affectionate with you. What is making this so difficult for you?”

Well, he had a point. “Okay, look. I know nothings actually changed. It just feels different now that we’re together. I don’t know how else to explain it… Like I said. I just have to get over it.”

“Hmmmmm… Righto! Then I suppose we’ll just have to get you used to it!” Alastor leaned forward, his knee coming up to rest on the mattress between Husk's legs. The mattress dipped at the added weight, bringing Husk up slightly.

Husk blanched, too startled to question what Alastor was doing as the overlord wrapped an arm around his waist. “Stay still, my Dear. We’ll solve this little dilemma of yours in no time at all!” As he spoke, his head came down to nuzzle his face into Husk’s chest fur.

This resulted in Husk arching his back to better accommodate for the body suddenly clinging to him.

Why was this happening to him? Was he being blessed or punished?

This felt an awful lot like a fucking punishment.

Is this what he got for being a dumbass?

Alastor's free hand moved to rest on top of his own. “Husker, my Darling… your heart is beating very fast.” He could practically hear the smug smirk in his sweetheart's tone.

He could live with it...

#radiohusk #alastor x husk #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel #its longer then i meant to make it oh my god help me #i have work in three hours #what am i doing augh #im sorry this is so late #i posted this before i edited it

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stacispratt · 3 years

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okay feel free to ignore this but *gasps* what if lorraine and wes existed in one verse?? they'd be *softly* friends. anyway, if your muse is up to it, how about lorraine/wesley + "❖ My muse accidentally falls asleep against yours." please and thank you 🥺

i was SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS!!! i hope u like it!!! <3 i rlly wanted to post it before u woke up and i have not proofread it lol, my deepest apologies,, also went for a lora/wes/john kinda vibe... hope this is acceptable uwu

❖ lora accidentally falls asleep against wes Wes gingerly, so very carefully silent, closes the back door to John's ranch after Boomer, and exhales all his breath at once. There were more Chosen crawling around than usual today— normally John keeps his favorite one or two in charge of Seed Ranch, with lesser Peggies following their orders. Tonight, Wes counted at least four Chosen, maybe more with the sheer volume of Peggies packed into the grounds.

Usually he can make it in with no bloodshed, in at night and out in the morning with no trouble. Today, the barrel of his silenced pistol is still hot, and there's blood under his fingernails.

Boomer's nails click against the kitchen tile, then still, as Wes checks over his clothes for blood. John will have a fit if he gets any on his… anything. "Whatcha got, buddy?" Wes calls, still not looking at Boomer. He thinks he's clean, except for his hands. He'll have to scrub them clean before John will let him touch him, so he moves to the sink. "Johnny drop some food on the floor?"

"Wes?"

Wes flinches hard with his hand on the sink handle. "Jesus Christ!" he snaps, hands coming up as if to defend himself on gut instinct. His hands fall the instant he sees the person standing at the edge of the kitchen, though, her hands on Boomer's head and eyes wide. "Christ. Lora, sorry. I didn't know you were here."

Lorraine tilts her head and resumes petting Boomer from when Wes's outburst had startled her into stopping. "Is John with you?" she asks, eyes flickering to the door, as if John's going to emerge any second. "He's been gone for a few hours. The Heralds were meeting today."

"Oh," Wes says, hesitates, then turns back to the sink. He lathers soap up on his hands while he thinks for a moment, because he's a little stumped— he had no idea that the Heralds were meeting today. Not just because John hadn't mentioned anything, but he had figured Eli was pretty on top of Jacob's comings and goings, but— nevermind. "No, I thought he was here."

They're silent as Wes scrubs at his nailbeds, tries to get the blood free before it dries. Then Lora exhales in a puff, and says with a note of cheer in her voice, "It's good to see you, Wes. It's been a while."

Wes casts a warm look over his shoulder. "Yeah," he says, earnest. "You're doing good?"

Lora hums a soft affirmative. "I'm good. I just worry about John. And you, too." She looks pointedly to his hands, where the water is finally starting to run clear.

"Ah, don't worry about me," he dismisses, lifting one shoulder as if to shrug the thought away, roll it off him like rain. "I'm indestructible."

Oh, they both know it's not true. Of course it's not. It's simple to say, though.

"Come sit on the couch with me," Lora says instead of responding, as he dries his hands. "John should be home soon."

"I hope so," Wes says as he casts an arm over her shoulders, grins down at her. He clicks his tongue for Boomer to follow, then guides Lora back to the living room. "What time is it, 10:30? It's gettin' to be past my bedtime. John should know better."

Lora laughs, soft and angelic as ever. Wes grins, and drops himself on the couch with one arm draped over the back, so Lora can tuck herself into his side. She does, without a moment's hesitation. Nestles right in close, shoulder in his armpit, head against his chest.

She sighs and leans heavy against him. Wes brings his arm down around her, keeps her close, and rubs his hand up and down the bare skin of her arm. "He'll be home soon, won't he?" she asks, her voice so soft and worried.

"Yes, angel," he promises, and drops a kiss to the top of her head. "Before you know it." Wes taps his fingers against her arm, betrays his own anxiety, and prompts, "How about a movie while we wait?"

John comes through the front door while the credits roll.

Lora is long asleep against Wes's shoulder, mouth parted, breath slipping slow and warm against his collarbones. She'd fallen asleep maybe forty minutes in, fingers curled in Wes's shirt and ankle hooked over his. Clinging close, making sure he's there— Wes wouldn't move an inch if someone bribed him. She was trusting him to protect her, in that moment, waiting for their… person, to get home, the two of them the only ones on their side.

So he isn't asleep, but his eyes are admittedly lidded as the names scroll up John's TV. His hand presses to Lora's side, firm and reassuring. I have you, I promise, I'm not leaving.

The door creaks, footsteps thud, and then slams shut. Wes flinches hard for the second time that night, suddenly awake as ever, eyes darting for a weapon, just in case— he'd taken off his gun and knife before cuddling up with Lora, but he should've kept them in reach, goddamnit—

"Two hours, Joseph said, two hours and we'd be done, but instead it takes all fucking night to go over everything. Can't have any time to fucking—" John passes the threshold into the living room, still ranting, then cuts off abruptly as he sees the sight before him on the couch.

Wes, tense posture melting back into the couch at the sight of him, and Lora, pink lips parted sweetly as she sleeps on his chest.

He nearly dissolves, every complaint fleeing his mind at once.

"Hi, baby," John whispers, creeping closer, and gingerly sets his belongings on the coffee table. "I didn't know you were coming tonight. Fucking Joseph and Jacob—"

"Yeah, I gathered," Wes mumbles, smiling faintly at John's bitching. "'S'okay. Hasn't been so long. She was just tired."

"And you, on the other hand, look wide awake."

Wes snorts and blinks long and slow at John like a housecat. Or a… tamed lion, more so, perhaps. "Mhm. Wanna take her up to bed?" he asks, tipping his head to Lora. He gives her a gentle, affectionate squeeze, and she makes a soft noise in her sleep. Wes softens even more, if possible, and presses a kiss to her hair. "Prob'ly carry her, so she doesn't have to get up."

"Yes," John agrees, and steps forward to cradle Wes's jaw in his hand. "Thank you for being with her." He pauses, mediating his next words, then, "Come to bed, too. There's room for the three of us."

Wes breathes in through his nose and exhales through his mouth, weighing the options as best he can— but fuck it, he's exhausted, Lora is warm against his side, and he hasn't seen John in days. What's one more boundary broken.

"Yeah," Wes murmurs, brushing Lora's hair out of her face, ginger, gentle. "Yeah, I'll come to bed."

#LORA/WES... <3333 #LOVE them #oc: lorraine dorsey #oc: wesley beltran #john seed #fc5 #my fic #ohfaiths #ask

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.4

Lance kept the rear view mirror on the two strangers in the back. The shorter one of the two was unfairly hot. Lance might never have had sex, out of fear of losing self control, the fact he was monster, and he didn’t know if he was going to knock some poor stranger up with some half vampire kid, but he knew well enough that the man was edging on his type. Untalkative, the man had his arms crossed, hand clutching the raspberry slushy Pidge had forced upon him. He looked as impressed to be in Lance’s car, as Lance was to have him there.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what is it that you three do that has you out so late at night?”

Lance did mind. Thanks to Pidge these two strangers had been committed to memory for the rest of his undead life

“Man, you don’t want to get Pidge started...”

Hunk was also uneasy. He’d found his way into the bag of chocolate eclairs, the pile of wrappers now more than the chocolates left

“Oh? Pidge?”

“We’re paranormal investigators. You’ve heard all about Garrisons blood past... well, we’re going to be the first to capture it all on film”

Shiro raised an eyebrow, Lance accidentally meeting his eyes in the mirror, quickly averting his gaze back to the road

“Oh, but Lance is a lawyer... He’s the serious one who doesn’t believe in ghosts”

Thanks for that Pidge, now Shiro’s attention was on him

“You’re a lawyer?”

“Yep. Got the fancy piece of paper and everything”

“Wow. What kind of law do you practice?”

“Family”

Yeah, Lance knew his manners were lacking, he didn’t need Pidge kicking the back of his chair like she did

“Ah. That must be tough”

“Some days are worse than others, but it is what it is. What do you two do?”

It was on the tip of Lance’s tongue to mention the photography thing, but being a dumb human meant they didn’t always remember what was said

“That’s right, you said your brother was into photography?”

Aaaaand the attention was back on Pidge

“Yeah, Keith likes to take photos, it’s more a hobby than anything. I’ll save you the details and just say I’m in finance. Not terribly interesting”

Great. A finance guy right next to the registered hacker of the group...

“Sounds boring”

Shiro snorted a laugh. Lance cursing mentally that he now had Keith’s name in his head

“It has its moments. So you guys are into the paranormal? Ever see anything?”

“Not yet. But you never kno-ooow. Watch where you’re driving!”

Turning onto the dirt road that lead to his house, Lance could have probably been gentler on the ditch. Each year the council filled the damn thing up, only for it to all erode away with the first rains of the year

“If you’re not used it by now, you never will be”

“That’s because you can’t drive for shit”

“It sounds to me like you want to walk home in the morning”

“I’ll be good”

Lance’s lips betrayed him with a smile. Pidge would never “good”, her rebellious behaviour was just another thing about her to love

“Yeah, yeah. You’ve told me that a hundred times and I’m still waiting”

“Oh, shut it, dad”

“If I was your dad, you’d be grounded for life”

“That’s fine. People suck anyway”

“With no wifi”

Pidge lunges forward in her chair, an arm coming around him in a hug

“I’ll be good! Please don’t take my wifi away”

“As if I could. You’re the one who set it up”

“Oh, right. Guess I don’t need to be that nice to you then”

Licking his cheek, Lance wrinkled his nose

“You’re so fucking gross”

“You love me”

“That I do. We’re nearly home. Sorry it’s not much, I don’t really have visitors over. And I hope you’re not allergic to cats, Blue likes to shed all over the place”

In the back, Keith scoffed

“What kind of a name is “Blue” for a cat?”

How dare he insult Blue and her perfect little body of complete perfection. Blue was Blue, his number one girl, not a number one emo reject in the backseat of a strangers car because he hadn’t bothered learning basic maintenance

“I don’t know, what kind of name is “Keith” for a mullet”

When Shiro laughed, Lance was certain it was the man’s first real and genuine laugh for the night

“He’s got you there”

“Go fuck yourself”

Pidge laughed as Keith sulked. If he wasn’t good at taking a joke, then he shouldn’t be dishing it out. Not that Lance was one to talk

“Don’t mind him. He gets cranky when he’s sleepy”

The wrinkles between Keith’s eyebrows deepened at his brother’s explanation

“You’re the one who could have just got a hotel room”

“And you’re the one being rude. Lance, and his friends, are doing us a favour”

“Or they’re going to murder us in our sleep”

“Nah, man. That’s too much effort. I’ll make you a deal though, you don’t murder us and we won’t murder you”

Keith seemed even grumpier at Lance’s joke, Lance just anxious to reach his house already. This was terrible idea, a disaster in the making, and the plot of a pretty average b-grade movie. One thing was for sure though, he wasn’t wearing a matching bra and underwear, pretty much guaranteeing he wouldn’t be the first one murdered.

Parking by the steps of the porch, the rain started pelting down as Lance cut the ignition. Relieved to finally be home, he could see Blue sleeping on the windowsill of the living room, having decided to ruin yet another set of vertical blinds in her search for the perfect napping spot. Seeing her was what brought the greatest relief, not the warm light filtered between the blinds, and the knowledge his house would be nice and warm with his bed waiting for his tired arse. Opting to leave the equipment in the car for the night, Lance figured he’d collect it once the other’s fell asleep. All Pidge needed was the camera cards, and her laptop, which she was small enough to climb into the trunk for. God. He really didn’t want strangers in his house, judging things, and even worse, touching things. He liked all his things and he liked them where they were. Routine was key to keeping his sanity, and familiarity helped his Mami whenever he brought her home for a visit.

Fleeing from the car, they all managed to get themselves wet despite the short distance. The rain didn’t bother Lance, not when he couldn’t actually catch a cold from prolonged exposure to the cold. It was his guests his had to worry about

“Come on in. Leave your shoes by the door and I’ll grab us all some towels. Shiro, you and Keith probably don’t have a change of clothes with you, so I’ll lend you some robes now. You can chuck your stuff in the machine, then put it in the dryer before heading to bed. Hunk, wanna show them through the kitchen? I know we’ve got snacks, but I would kill for a glass of red”

“You got it, buddy”

The look in Hunk’s eyes seemed to question if he really wanted Shiro and Keith to know where Lance kept his knives. Hunk was too polite to blurt that out, not like Pidge who had no filter

“Out the way losers, I’ve got a date with my princess”

“My princess, is sleeping on the living room window sill. Don’t blame me if you get scratched”

“That’s just her way of telling me how much she loves me”

“Or how much you drive her insane”

“Rude, much. I’ll meet you guys in the kitchen when I’ve got my Blue”

Pidge pushed both her slushies over to Hunk, Hunk seemed nervous about left alone, but mentally rallied as he managed a smile

“The kitchen’s through here”

With three robes and a bundle of towels, Lance returned to the kitchen where Hunk had started stress baking. The signs were obvious, from the flour next to the mixing bowl, to Pidge sitting on the kitchen bench with an unhappy looking Blue held in her lap

“Sorry, some lazy arsehole didn’t sort the linen closest”

It was lie. He simply, really, truly didn’t want to deal with his visitors. Passing Shiro and Keith a robe and a towel each, Lance went on to wrap a towel over Hunk’s shoulders, then throw Pidge’s at her. Catching the towel, she managed to keep Blue contained in her lap, despite Blue’s displeasure

“Let me guess, that means you?”

Lance’s big blue eyes widened, shocked Shiro would make a joke

“Damn, Lance. I think I might just like this one”

“Oh, bite it, Pidge. Yeah. That lazy arsehole’s me. Even if there were more hours in the day, I’d still probably spend them sleeping. Did Hunk offer you guys a coffee?”

“Already on it, man. I’m whipping up some butter cookies to go with the tea”

Lance sighed to himself again, mentally of course because his mother would have smacked his arse had he done it out loud. He didn’t do guests for a reason. The feeding them thing was annoying

“I hope you don’t mind, but can you show us where the bathroom is?”

Right. They were wet. He was wet. He was supposed to be human, which meant sliding his robe on over his clothes, or rather starting too then realising it wouldn’t go on over his jacket. God. He was making an idiot of himself.

With his jacket over his chair, Lance flashed Shiro and Keith a smile

“Yeah, through here. You guys can go ahead and take a shower if you want. I mean, seperate showers, or whatever, no judgment if you’re into that kind of thing. Sorry, I’m not used to visitors. Feel free to use whatever you find in the guest bathroom, most of it’s Hunk and Pidge’s stuff they’ve left here, but there’s fresh soap bars and spare toothbrushes in the second drawer”

Someone needed to shut him up. Stitch his goddamn lips together, then bury him until his embarrassment worse off. Lance’s moves were still as he led his guests from the kitchen to the bathroom

“Here we go. I’ll put you in the spare room down here, and we’ll sleep upstairs. There’s not much down here, just my office which is the end room. Your room will be the next door up, it’s got two twins in there, so plenty of space. Pidge set up a charge pad, because you guys probably didn’t bring your chargers either. If you go all the way the other way in this hall, you’ll reach the laundry. Everything’s out in the open, so help yourself. I know this is awkward as fuck, and probably is for you two, but there’s no saying no to Pidge once she thinks something is a good idea. Oh, yeah, don’t be afraid to take your time, if you get lost, give us a yell”

Shiro thanked him, towing Keith into the bathroom by the arm. Lance not going to question that one. Not at all. Nope. Nooo... God that family had some good genetics though. Under all his brooding pouting, Lance had caught sight of Keith’s eyes... Eyes like two small galaxies had been captured and shoved in there. How they were so damn purple when he was human, Lance didn’t know, but fuck it was unfair.

When the bathroom door closed, Lance headed down to the office. Pidge couldn’t be trusted with electronic locks, leaving him the only option of dead locking the door. His explanation was that the cases he worked on deserved privacy, which his two friends respected. He’d let them in the office once to satisfy their curiosity, Pidge finding the sheer number of books boring. On the outside it appeared a normal office. Bookcases, filing cabinets, his framed diploma, laptop, printer, all those sorts of normal office things. His desk was organised around the clutter, that totally wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t help he had a weakness for quirky stationary. His current favourite pen was decorated with dancing cacti. The small things in life helped him deal with life’s less than pleasant things. Under his desk were the only two anomalies of the room. On the left, instead of drawers, was his wine rack. On the right, behind the drawers, was his fridge. Lance might be the worlds biggest klutz with his glasses on, but he wasn’t stupid enough to leave his blood bags where everyone could see them. Locked behind a heavy iron door, the previous fireplace of the room meant no one paid much attention to the outside protrusion where it once sat. He’d kept the decorative tiles in place, making a feature of it around his desk in order to keep the questions to a minimum. When it came to time leave his current set up, he was going to be devastated.

With precious minutes ticking down, Lance grabbed himself out the blood pack he’d started for the day. He never let himself go hungry, but with two strangers in the house it was better he let himself have a small feed just to keep his nerves in check. Grabbing down a wine glass and the closest bottle of Shiraz, he poured himself a double before pouring in a good double shot of blood. The bag was O+, not his favourite, yet not the worst. He wasn’t one of those blood snobs that only every drank one type. He was grateful for what he could get, and more grateful to the people who donated their blood under their own free will. Naturally they were compensated for their blood and their time, Coran who ran the blood bank in Platt wasn’t a man to be messed with. Lance knew Coran wasn’t human, yet he had no clue what race he was, nor did he have any idea the race of his niece Allura who often helped out. The pair of them were the coordinators for most of Platt city, and the surrounding area, providing safe blood for those not in a coven or forced from a coven due to whatever reason, with in reason... He knew they weren’t human, as neither of them had aged a single day in all the years he’d known them... which was a pretty long time when he stopped to think about it... which he definitely didn’t have time to right now.

Straightening up his office, Lance then headed back to the kitchen. Hunk busy with the cookies he’d just placed in the oven, while Pidge was sipping on her slurpy. Blue knew she wasn’t supposed to be on the kitchen table, yet gave zero fucks, Lance striding over to scoop her up and pepper her with kisses, after placing his glass down carefully

“Who’s daddy’s good girl?”

Blue shot him look that expressed how little she thought of him, done with his craziness and protesting of her less than regal treatment

“Yes, I know. You don’t care, you just want your wet food and the blanket turned back on. It’s such a hard life”

Stooping to let Blue down, she gave him a look of disgust before licking at her fur as if to erase his pats. Picking up his wine glass again, he took another sip, feeling the way the blood coated his mouth as it slid down easily

“Well, that’s done. They’re in the bathroom now, doing whatever. I still can’t believe you volunteered my house”

Pidge shrugged

“I know if it was Matt who was stuck, I’d want someone good to help him out. I promise to pay for anything that gets damaged”

“Damn, girl. How much they pay you for that tour?”

Pidge shrugged again. They both knew she wouldn’t be paying, if she tried Lance wouldn’t let her

“Enough”

Matt was a bit of a tricky topic. He was a firm believer in all things paranormal and supernatural. For all her enthusiasm and research, Matt dwarfed Pidge’s knowledge by a long shot. Apparently when Pidge was younger Matt had got himself in a bit of jam chasing ghosts, since whatever had happened, he’d left to track things all across the world. Pidge missed him fiercely, and was left constantly cranky with her brother at his lack of regular updates

“Speaking of Matt, have you heard from him lately”

Lance was glad Hunk was the one asking, he’d stripped Pidge bare of all her defences, keeping her secrets at the same time as keeping her grounded

“Not for something like 3 months now. Dad said he was in Italy the last time he checked in with him. Mum worries herself sick when she doesn’t hear from him”

“Pidge, if he’s anything like you, then he’s fine. You Holt’s are a touch bunch”

Pidge sighed, Lance sympathising over how hard it could be not to hear from your siblings. There was nothing like the love and hate that came with having a sibling. Half the time you want to murder them in their sleep, but god help anyone else who messed with them. His whole family had changed after he’d been turned, they’d aged while he remained the same. Now he was getting depressed.

Sliding off the counter, Pidge threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him in a fierce hug

“I just... really miss him”

“I know you do. I’m sure he misses you, but he’s like you and once he’s off chasing something time looses all meaning”

“Yeah. I mean, I know he is, but sometimes it really...”

“Fucking sucks”

Pidge nodded as Lance finished her sentence for her. She was just a baby, while he was an old man of 44

“Have you messaged him lately?”

“Everyday”

That had to hurt even worse. 120 plus messages left on read

“Until he comes back, you’ll have to be happy with the two of us”

“I mean... if I reeeeeeally have to”

Hunk turned from the oven, enveloping both of them in a bear hug

“Group hug!”

Pidge laughed, faking an attempt at squirming her way out. Hunk laughing too as he lifted them both off their feet for a moment. Lance’s poor wineglass barely surviving the ordeal

“You two are stuck with me”

“Yep. We sure are. And we’re the luckiest people alive”

Well, Pidge was alive. His undead arse sure wasn’t getting any closer to living

“Okay, that’s enough, losers. I’m gonna go set the tapes up. Hopefully we’ll see something good”

“Or not. Not seeing anything is good too. Lance, go make sure she doesn’t edit the video in some way... I’m going to have nightmares tonight as it is”

“I’ve got you, bud. Come on, Gremlin. Let’s go set up your videos”

Lance had nearly let himself forget there were two strangers in his house. He couldn’t actually forget, but he was trying his damn hardest as he let Pidge’s techno-babble wash over him. He’d never met Matt in person, but Pidge’s missing him was bringing up how much he missed his own siblings. Mami would let him know how they’re doing, keeping him in the family loop. It had to be Papi’s funeral when he’s last seen them all. Lance lying through his teeth that he was named after his father, Lance, to pass off his young looks. He missed his papi. His papi had worked hard all his life, a farmer through and through, with every analogy somehow farm related. Especially when it came to his tractor, that was the man’s default go to when explaining anything, or attempting to have a father and son chat. He missed him something fierce, like he missed his siblings. None of them had invited him to his papi’s wake, Lance felt like he shouldn’t even be at the service, but his Mami gripped his hand and kept him close the whole time. She was the only one who wasn’t afraid of him. Lance hated them all for leaving him, but he loved them all because when they were kids things were so much less complicated. Late night bonfires, hunting on the farm, surfing, dancing in the rain. Huge family Christmas’s where it felt like everyone in town showed up. Kids in and out the the house, not like Christmases now days where he’d spend time with his Mami in the morning, taking her to church for mass then out for a drive, blow off his friends, binge bad rom-coms come evening and cook a feast up for Blue.

Smacked in the face with a flying TV remote Lance was forced back out of his self loathing shell. He had a good life, and even better friends. There was nothing wrong with the way he lived, and he had a sense pride in the work he did. Not all cases went his way, but he his head on better than most as far he was concerned

“What the fuck?”

“That’s for tuning out when I was trying to talk to me”

“You hit me in the face”

“Good. I was aiming for you chest, if that help”

Lance rose a finger to poke at his eyebrow where the remote had hit, there didn’t seem to be any blood, so he supposed he could let Pidge off

“You have my undivided attention. What did I miss?”

“I was saying it’s good to go, whenever Hunk gets here”

“You know he’s really going to have nightmares tonight”

“Then he can crawl into bed with you”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Uh, hello. I’m a girl, and Shay’s a girl”

Lance rolled his eyes

“Really? I hadn’t noticed”

“I’m just saying, don’t wanna make things complicated”

“There’s nothing going on between you two. It’s fine, you’ve shared a bed before”

“But not when Hunk was this close to finally getting a girlfriend”

Pidge held her fingers together, rather than the normal tiny gap

“Fine, but he sleeps in your room and you sleep with the light on”

“What are we? Twelve?”

“Awww, did little Pidge sleep with the light on all the way up to 12?”

“Oh, fuck you. You’re only like 2 years older than me. I bet you kept your night light on until you last night”

Pidge’s face said she was thinking over her words, knowing that something didn’t quite sit right in what she’d said, but if he was to point that out, he’d be hit for having the nerve

“Yep. I’m completely hopeless. Who knows what lurks in the dark. What if the monster under my bed attacked my feet because they hung over? What would I do then?”

“You’re such an arsehole”

“Hey, Blue has a stage where my toes were her mortal enemy”

“I’m going to tell Blue you’re going around telling everyone she’s a monster”

“By definition, all cats are arseholes. She knows she’s the cutest little monster that’s too tiny to take me down”

“Dude, she’s got you wrapped around her little finger?”

“Oh, so Lance has a girlfriend?”

Caught up in Pidge, Lance hadn’t heard Shiro approaching. He damp near jumped out of his skin at the unexpected voice

“No, this loser is unlucky in love, like the rest of us”

“Ah...”

Shiro sounded confused, Lance embarrassed

“We’re talking about my cat. She’s a pint sized monster. She’s probably going to be cranky all night because I didn’t give her more wet food”

“Ah, I see now...”

The silence that fell was awkward as fuck... Right. He had to be a good host

“We’re going to watch what Pidge filmed tonight, if you’re up to it. Hunk’s cookies should be done soon...”

“Oh, I was thinking Keith and I might just head to bed. You know, get out of your hair”

“Dude, you have to try Hunk’s cookies. They’re like a gift from god”

Shiro gave a nervous laugh, not everyone got Pidge’s humour, or brashness

“When you put it like that, how can I say no?”

Pidge clapped her hands

“Excellent. Now, the most important thing of all, do you believe in ghosts?”

“I can’t really say one way or another. I do have a friend that’s into that sort of thing”

“Then the next time you talk to them, you’re going to sound like a total expert. Sit down and buckle up, it’s time for an adventure into what lies beyond”

Pidge waved her fingers as her voice adopted a spooky tone for the “what lies beyond” part. Poor Shiro was coping Pidge totally nerding out. At least if she managed to scare him away, Lance wouldn’t have to worry about crossing paths with him, or his brother, ever again. Ugh. Being nice was exhausting.

#once bitten twice stupid #vampire Lance #vld au #ashratherose #mpreg #waaaaaaay future references #klance

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wilsonsnest · 5 years

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everything in between (you wanna marry me?)

I didn’t write this because the sambucky tag on here and ao3 is wildin but it sure sped up the process.

summary: Bucky agrees to go to a charity gala, gets introspective and just barely manages to propose to Sam.

Bucky had known he was in trouble that night when he left the bathroom, freshly showered and saw Sam, half-dressed, buttoning up his crisp white shirt. In that very moment, he had stood there, gaping like an idiot and almost told Sam he wasn’t feeling well enough to go out that night. Then his boyfriend had looked over at him, flashed him that bright smile, eyes crinkling before seeing how not dressed Bucky was and rolling his eyes. Bucky had made short work of getting dressed after that, fumbling over his own pants as Sam non-to-subtly hinted that they were going to be late.

In the end, Sam had to tie Bucky’s tie for him, the knot frustrating him on each turn. And when Sam had left to warm up the car, Bucky slipped the small box he had hidden in his only pair of dress shoes into his pants and prayed to any deity that would listen to an ex-assassin for help.

Once they had arrived to the hotel where the charity gala was being held, Bucky had practically plastered himself against the wall and did his best to disappear into the shadows. He didn’t like these types of things. Too many people, too much talking, too many open windows in a room full of some of the most influential people in the city. Stupid and reckless. Who threw expensive parties to raise money anyway?

This charity function had been one of the more low-key ones Sam had been invited to since taking up the mantel of Captain America. It was interesting watching the difference between how Sam treated the job and what Steve had done. Sam was conscious of his own image and effect, but not in that he felt he needed to be larger than life, but that he needed to be a good man. Sam never wore his field suit for interviews, press conferences or charity appearances (the exception was visiting kids in hospitals, where paparazzi was strictly prohibited). He always did those impeccably dressed in a sensible suit, completely put together, no matter how tired he was from a mission.

Bucky recalled watching him practically half-falling asleep on his feet tying the perfect knot in a dark navy tie looking like he might keel over at any second. Frustrated, he asked Sam why he even bothered. He had done so much, no one would care if he showed up in sweats and a ratty t-shirt.

Sam had just looked at him, the bags under his eyes seeming more pronounced and said “Trust me, they care. “

Sam had responsibilities to people that Bucky would never understand. All he could do was support Sam as much as possible and make sure his boyfriend didn’t get killed being the stubborn, amazing hero that he was.

It was nice to see that on this night, Sam seemed to be relaxed. He looked dashing in his dark maroon suit and was mingling amongst the crowd. He guessed that Sam must have met some of these people at other similar parties because he seemed at ease. This was Bucky’s first, though that was not without effort from Sam. He always asked Bucky if he wanted to come to these parties, and when Bucky said no, would end up taking Maria or Sharon as his date.

Bucky was surprised Sam hadn’t been suspicious when he agreed to this one. He hadn’t even batted an eyelid, just grinned and held up his hand for a high-five like the dork he was. Sam’s reactions to Bucky agreeing to do something with him never ceased to make Bucky’s insides melt.

He sighed, his vibranium arm had been tucked into his pocket the whole night, fiddling with the small ring box in its depths. He had an alternative motive for tonight alright, he just wasn’t sure he was going to convince himself to do it. He had sipped his way through four glasses of champagne already, hoping that he might even feel a twinge of something and regretting he hadn’t put in a request to Valkyrie for some of the strong stuff.

With a sigh, Bucky peeled himself away from the shadowy wall, he was starting to feel a little cagey. He knew if he said something, Sam would tell him it was alright for him to leave, because he was just so nice like that. Instead, he pushed through the glass doors of the dining room and out onto the open rooftop. Lights were strung up around the sides, and there were a few lone tables for setting down drinks. He was one of five people who’d bothered to come out into the chilly fall air and he felt like he could breathe again.

He maybe got ten minutes alone before he herd footsteps approaching and instantly tensed. He had hoped his plain black suit and ponytail had made him anonymous, but….

“You here all alone, buddy?” Sam smooth voice was only betrayed by the laugh he was obviously holding back. “Handsome fella like you?”

Bucky’s shoulders relaxed as he turned rolling his eyes at his boyfriend. Sam sounded absolutely absurd trying to use ‘old man slang’ as he called it.

“The guy I came with ditched me.” Bucky groused but reached out to take the wine glass Sam held out to him. Sam raised his glass towards Bucky and he hesitated for a moment before clinking them together.

Sam took a sip before sighing gently, his eyes half-lidded and looking down at his glass for a moment. He seemed almost wistful, and Bucky moved in closer, concerned.

“Thanks for coming.” Sam finally looked up at him, his brown eyes were warm even in the dim lights. “I know this isn’t your scene. But it means a lot to me.”

Bucky swallowed thickly and nodded, his hand clenching around the box in his pocket. He and Sam hadn’t come out in a press conference or anything, but they didn’t hide their relationship either. They went out on dates, or shopping and if anyone noticed, they didn’t say anything. Out of privacy or their desire to believe whatever they wanted, neither Sam nor Bucky cared.

“I know I probably messed up yours and Steve’s gin rummy night.” Sam bumped him companionably, his grin turning into a cheeky smirk. “I know how you old people like your card games and your Wheel of Fortune.”

Bucky snorted loudly. “Steve hates Wheel of Fortunate. I hate Wheel of Fortune.” He took a sip of the wine, it was far too sweet. “Besides, its past his bedtime.”

“Oh, is that his excuse?” Sam was only half-joking at that. Steve enjoyed his anonymity to an almost alarming degree in his old age. Despite his better than average health, he loved using generic grandpa excuses for getting out of things. He hardly ever stayed the night at their house, and would leave before 8:30 if he couldn’t be cajoled into staying longer.

Sam’s guess was kinky 50s and up swingers parties, Bucky was pretty sure it was staying up all night binging foreign soap operas.

“The party’s starting to wind down.” Sam sounded relieved. He placed a hand on Bucky’s elbow and led him over to one of the high tables near the raised wall of the roof. The city was still bright with lights from the surrounding hotels and businesses. Taxis and cars zipping their way down the streets well into the late night.

“Sorry I wasn’t much company.” Bucky said with a shrug, setting down his drink on the table next to Sam’s.

Biting his lip, he slid his arm around Sam’s waist, happy to have his boyfriend’s warmth against him. This wasn’t the type of party that people danced at, but Bucky sorely wanted to. He imagined if it was just him and Sam on this roof, maybe a four piece band in the corner. God, he would dance all night just to have Sam in his arms.

“You were fine.” Sam said, shaking his head. “I know most of them already. They’re alright, for rich people anyway.”

“Right.” Bucky nodded, looking off into the distance. His breath caught as Sam leaned his head on his shoulder. He knew, he could feel it. This moment was perfect, he just needed to pull the thing out and get it over with. The thought that Sam would say no hadn’t even crossed his mind. It was just the presentation. He wanted it to be right. This was the story they were going to have to tell people, the one Sam was going to remember every time he looked at the ring currently burning a hole in Bucky’s pocket.

“Baby, lighten up.” Sam tapped at his hand. Luckily it was his flesh arm that had curled tightly into the fabric of Sam’s suit. “You okay?”

Sam looked so earnest, and honestly concerned. Bucky dropped his arm from around Sam’s waist and took a step away, taking in a deep breath. His boyfriend’s eyebrows knit together, worried creases forming on his forehead and Bucky realized he was staring and waiting for too long.

He grasped the ring box in his hand and pulled it out of his pocket. He wasn’t nearly discreet enough as Sam’s sharp eyes caught the movement. Brown eyes widened, shining almost dark golden from the hanging yellow lights.

“Bucky—“

Bucky made a strained sound and held up a hand. No, he had to do this right and then Sam could call him stupid and foolish and kiss him a hundred times after. He lowered himself down on one knee, his eyes locked on a spot somewhere between Sam’s eyes. If he looked at him dead-on, he just knew he would trip over all his words.

“Samuel Thomas Wilson,” Bucky could feel his heart hammering in his chest. “Sam, my Sweetheart, my fella. Biggest pain in my ass, bravest man in the world.”

He had only skipped about seven words in his rehearsed proposal so far. So Bucky counted it as a win. He held up the ring box and opened it, revealing the shiny silver ring. “Will you marry me?”

His gaze know locked with Sam’s, watching as the realization dawned in those beautiful brown eyes. For a moment Sam just stood there, eyes wide with shock before he reached fore-ward and gently placed his hands on Bucky’s forearms to urge him up.

Sam’s hands were trembling, clutching the fabric of Bucky’s black suit jacket. “Are you serious? You wanna marry me?”

Bucky blinked owlishly. Sam didn’t seem unhappy, just completely shocked. Hadn’t they talked about it? He could have sworn that… Oh, right. He smiled, and gently took one of Sam’s hands and kissed the back of it gently. “Remember when I asked you not to jump out of the jet when we were still waiting for intel on the massive underground bomb manufacturing plant?”

“You told me it was really annoying having to sneak into hospitals and fight with the nurses to see me every time I got myself half-way blown up running into things without back-up.” Sam’s eyes were wet and he sniffled a little. “Then I jumped out of the jet anyway.”

“Uh huh.” Bucky smiled and squeezed Sam’s hand encouragingly.

“I didn’t know that you were talking about marriage!” Sam laughed, using his free hand to wipe at the tears forming in his eyes. “Stupid, I thought you were talking about changing my contact information.”

“I mean, I had plenty of time to bring it up after that.” Bucky leaned forward and kissed Sam’s forehead. “What do you say, Sam? Marry me so I can say ‘Mr. Wilson-Barnes here to see Mr. Wilson-Barnes’ from now on?”

“We’ll work on that.” Sam replied indulgently. He gingerly took the ring from its box and held it up closer. It was was a silver band, but as he peered closer he could see thin strips of gold, almost like the plates on Bucky’s new arm. “Something old, something new.”

“I thought an exact replica of my arm would be sort of weird.” Bucky admitted sheepishly. “T’Challa agreed.”

“Is this?” Sam asked, a renewed awe in his voice.

“Yeah. I figured it was sort of a long shot, but..” Bucky ducked his head a little. His continued friendship with the King of Wakanda and his family still humbled him. “I got lucky.” He whispered, catching Sam’s eyes again.

“Can I?” Bucky asked, indicating the ring.

“Oh damn, I didn’t even say yes.” Sam shook his head at his own fumble and handed the ring back to his boyfriend - fiancé. “Yes, please.”

His hands didn’t tremble as he slid the ring onto Sam’s finger, but his heart sure nearly leapt in his throat. Now he was the one with tears stinging the corners of his eyes and he couldn’t take his eyes off the ring on Sam’s fingers. It was official, they were getting married. Sam was his fiancé and they were going to get married.

“You wanna marry me?” Bucky whispered, repeating Sam’s earlier words back to him.

“Oh God, let’s not start this.” Sam’s smile was watery and before Bucky could say anything else, he pulled his fiancé down and drew him into a long sweet kiss. Behind them, the sounds of the party and city faded away until it was just the two of them and everything in-between.

#sambucky #winterfalcon #sam wilson #Bucky Barnes #marvel fanfic #one-shot #i was planning on writing this later but uh things happened #my fanfic #old-steve-verse

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ritsukiayame · 5 years

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Ruki’s Gay Agenda

Warnings: Contains LGBT bullying (does end positively)

Words: 2411

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Jun and Ruki were going about their way to school as they always do every morning when they saw a large crowd piling like sardines towards one area in the hall.

“Ruki, what’s going on?”

Ruki hurried over as soon as they walked into the hallways toward his locker. Almost everyone in the school passed by a certain locker or were staring at it in shock. Some people had their phones out and quickly snapped a photo. The others that kept crowding around either gawked or whispered. Some of them, when they saw Ruki stepping forward, they avoided eye contact or shuffled to their next destination.

Ruki and Jun walked towards Ruki’s locker. Red spray paint was tagged across his locker door with equally crudely written words. “Fag. Cock sucker.”

More people started to crowd around them and Jun could feel the air getting smaller and smaller to the point it felt hard to breathe. He tried to avoid the crowd and looked up at Ruki. He continued to stare at his locker but his face was expressionless. “Ruki?” Jun had no idea what to say. He felt like he was completely out in the open. Completely vulnerable, like the whole world was watching them. Someone probably snapped another photo. Jun approached Ruki again. “Ruki? Are you okay? Should we tell the teachers?”

Ruki blinked and looked at Jun and nodded. “Yeah it’s just… I’m kind of confused.”

Jun was taken aback. And so did everyone else it seemed. They all dropped taking pictures from their phones and looked at Ruki in disbelief. “What do you mean?” Jun asked.

“I mean, yeah. I don’t know why someone would do this. I’m just kind of confused why they would waste a lot of time doing something dumb like this. I’m pretty sure they don’t even know me. What was the point of this?” He turned to the closest girls next to them and asked, “Do you know who did this?” The girls quickly shook their heads and shuffled away. He asked the next batch of people. “Do you know who did this?” Same answer.

He kept asking the people around them when a sound of running footsteps was coming toward them. “Get out of the way,” grumbled Alex pushing his way through the crowd. When he reached towards Ruki he turned back at them and barked at them. “There’s nothing to see here! Get to your next class! Move it!”

The intimidated crowd scurried away from Alex who in this moment resembled a short angry chihuahua. His glare scared the nearby screaming girls. He turned to Ruki. “We’ll find who did this and make them pay.”

Ruki moved his hands up in defense. “Woah man. Violence is totally not necessary. But we should probably clean this though.” He took a finger and brushed it against the paint. “Maybe we can clean this off during lunch. This wouldn’t give everyone a good message if this stayed on here right?”

Alex blinked in amazement. “You are not normal.”

Ruki laughed softly. “What do you mean?”

“Like a normal person would get mad or sad or just stay super quiet and sad. But you’re like confused.”

Ruki gave him a perplexed look. “I am confused though.” He pointed back at his tagged locker. “Like seriously. Why would you waste your time on this? You have so much better things to do than just do this?”

“Dude, no one would think that way except you.”

Ruki laughed again but it didn’t sound like he found Alex’s comment funny. But almost like a laugh of self pity. “Maybe I’m not normal.”

More people passing by along with more whispering. Jun turned and grasped Ruki’s sleeve. “Hey. Maybe we should go. I’ll help you out during lunch too!”

Ruki turned and gave him a soft smile. “I’d like that. Thanks Jun.”

Throughout the school periods the school’s inner social media circle flooded with Ruki’s tagged locker. Spreading from each account to the other trying to find who the culprit was as if each person was trying to be an anonymous knight in shining armor. As usual, Ruki didn’t seem to take notice or bother with the flooding messages on his socials asking him questions like he was so person of interest.

When it was lunch Jun met up with Ruki outside of his English class and they both walked to the locker rooms to borrow some towels. “Are you okay?” Jun suddenly asked while they filled a mop bucket full of water from the sinks.

“Yeah? Why you ask?”

The bucket was full and heavy for Jun. Luckily Ruki was stronger because he actually did sports and took over the bucket handle. “It just seems that your reaction is really…” Jun couldn’t think of the right words and he knew he always had trouble with that. “Different? Like you’re not angry that you were targeted?”

Ruki scoffed as they took the stacks of towels and detergent from the bench. “Is Alex rubbing off on you?”

“What do you mean?”

“He just told me I wasn’t normal because I reacted differently than others if they were bullied too,” Ruki said with a smile but quickly retracted it back. “So were you influenced by Alex that I’m not normal?”

“No! It’s not like that!” Jun stammered. He felt his face turn red while holding onto the towels as they walked passed the gawking students in the hall. “Actually I think that’s really brave of you.”

“Brave?” Ruki asked with a slight shocked tone.

“Yeah. It’s honestly really inspiring. Instead of putting out your anger or giving yourself pity you had another outlook on it. Instead of causing more problems you want to resolve it. I think that’s really amazing. So it’s not really a matter if you’re normal or not. It just…” He raised the towels to cover his face from embarrassment. “You’re an inspiration.”

They reached Ruki’s locker and set down the things. Ruki put his hand on his shoulder and smiled. “Thanks, that means a lot.” Jun nodded and gave him a towel. When he started mixing the soap detergent in the water, Ruki spoke again. “And… thanks for saying I’m not weird or anything.”

Jun looked up and frowned. “Why would you be weird? You’re not weird at all Ruki.”

“Hey Ruki!” Both of the boys turned toward the direction of Alex. He stomped pass the crowd dragging two younger boys in each hand by their shirt collars flailing their arms begging for mercy. Despite his smaller but lithe body, Alex threw the boys in front of Ruki. “I found the culprits.” The boys’ childish faces indicated that they were freshmen. They looked up at Ruki and whimpered like scared dogs. “Apologize you twats!” Alex demanded.

Ruki put a hand up at Alex. “Alex they’re not animals. Talk to them like normal human beings.” Ruki then kneeled down at the quiet freshmen like they were actual kindergarteners. He didn’t seem to show any sign of remorse but rather a sign of humbleness. He smiled at them and they jerked back. “Are you the guys that happened to write that on my locker?”

The smile seemed to intimidate one of the boys as he looked down on the floor without saying anything.

“You can tell me the truth. I’m not going to yell at you if you really did it or not.” Ruki’s soothing voice was seriously not helping this contradicting situation.

“It was his idea!” One of the boys suddenly shouted.

The other boy looked at his buddy in a face of someone that has been betrayed. “Wait what the fuck? You’re the one that wrote on it first!”

“Shut the fuck up Eddy! You always start it! You always kept calling him a cock sucker anyway!”

“Let’s back up a bit,” Ruki interjected. He turned to the boy who was called Eddy. “So why do you think I’m that?”

Eddy continued to look at the floor. The behavior really did resemble a kindergartener that did not want to admit that they hit someone first. “Because you just give off that vibe.”

“How so?” Ruki looked at them both as if he was really concerned. “Like I’m actually curious. I want to know how do I give off that kind of vibe to you guys?”

“Because you act so girly!” The other boy stammered. “You look at other guys so hard like you want to suck dick like dude it’s so gross! Also you move and look like a girl anyway!”

That alone made Jun want to punch that kid in the face but luckily Ruki interjected again. “Because I don’t act like a typical bro type. Is that why you made those assumptions?”

“Yeah isn’t that how gay people act? That’s so weird,” spat Eddy. Alex was about to whack him in the head but Ruki waved at him to stop.

Ruki clenched his teeth. “Yikes. That’s really problematic. Actually a lot of it what you said is really really problematic.” He brought his fingers to begin counting their call outs. “For one, you’re assuming that because I’m a guy I have to act super masculine. Not all boys are born with that masculine mindset you're actually putting a lot of boys in danger if you have assume that on all boys. No, sorry, male presenting humans. Two, you assume that all guys that act ‘girly’ are gay because they don’t fit the typical mold of the masculine bro type. Am I right?”

The two freshmen boys didn’t look at Ruki they continued to look down. Eddy started twirling his tennis shoe laces.

“And one last thing,” Ruki continued raising three fingers. “Let’s just say I really am gay. Like no offense but why do you care?” That got the boys’ attention. “That kind of thing should be something that should be kept to me. And even if I do, what do you call that, ‘come out’ right? I don’t think it should matter that much because my sexuality shouldn’t define who I am. There's so much more to me than my sexuality. And who I love should only matter between me and that other person. Or multiple if I identify as a polysexual, but that should be a relationship between me and that other person. It shouldn’t even be your business unless I invite you into it.”

The two boys were completely speechless. They seem to be at a loss of words so Ruki continued to ramble.

“I am pretty sure if you ask any actual gay guys they probably wouldn’t pounce on you anyway. Because that’s not really how that works. I mean, again if I was gay, I have never seen you before so I don’t know why you would even be afraid of me.” Then Ruki tapped his chin and thought some more. “Could it be you’re afraid of gay guys because you don’t want to be treated like a girl? You don’t want to know what it’s like for a girl in a man’s world?”

“Okay! I’m sorry!” Eddy roared at him overpowering Ruki’s soft voice. Everyone in the hallway stopped in their tracks at them making it feel like deja vu from this morning. His buddy shot a threatening look of betrayal and panic at him. “I’m sorry for calling you all that! It was Aku’s idea first! He keeps talking about it every time and I just kind of tagged along and we thought it would be funny! Just a joke!”

“Dude what the fuck?!” Aku yelled at him. “Why the fuck are you calling me out you’re the one that called him the cock-sucker first! I remembered that!”

“I’m just telling him the truth!”

“Woah guys calm down. It’s fine.” Ruki moved his hands to cease them from arguing even further. He softly laughed and rested his chin on his palm. “I appreciate your honesty. But you know, if you really wanted to cause a scene let me give you a piece of advice. This.” He pointed back at the locker. “Is not the way to do it. You should try being nice sometime. It’s fun.”

“We are really sorry,” Eddy pleaded again on the verge of tears.

Alex kicked them, first Aku then Eddy, face down on the floor. “If you’re sorry stop sobbing and start scrubbing.”

The boys crawled towards the bucket and grabbed the dripping wet towels. As they rubbed the paint off the metal more passerbyers came through for a quick snap or two. The freshmen boys tried their best to ignore them by scrubbing the locker harder and trying hard not to cry. It was like watching a quick display of public shaming.

Alex and Jun tried to shoo the crowd away making them mind their own business. “This is so annoying,” complained Alex. He turned back to the whimpering that felt his intense stare by scrubbing harder. “Scrub harder!”

Jun patted Alex. “I think they get the message it’s okay. See they’re concentrating on making it spotless.” Alex quietly furiating shooed more passerbys. Jun stood on his tip toes and whispered in Ruki’s ear, “The way you handled that was amazing.”

Ruki softly chuckled into his mouth trying hide his embarrassment but Jun could still see he was smiling from his cheeks. “You’re giving me too much credit. I was just trying to tell them how I feel.”

Jun couldn’t help but smile back feeling so proud of him. “Still though. I think they will probably remember this rather than just beating them up.”

“I mean I hope so. But you know,” he glanced at Jun and flashed his perfect white teeth, “you inspired me to say all of that.”

Jun was surprised. “Wait how? What did I say?”

Ruki shrugged. “Because you encouraged me having another approach at it.” Jun was going to come up with a response but his brain almost fried by the compliment. However Ruki went up to the freshmen. He tapped on Aku’s shoulder interrupting his concentration of scrubbing. “You know if you really want to bring people’s attention to other people’s ‘juicy secrets,’ next time say more accurate facts rather than just stirring up fictional claims you know? Like if you wanted to call me out at least get my sexuality right.”

“So you're not gay?” asked a sniffly Eddy.

Ruki laughed but he seemed to be nervous rather than making a joke. “No I’m bi.”

#shorts stories #what is riot #writing #writeblr #writingblr #original work #original fiction #lgbtpride #lgbt fiction #ruki ayame #jun zhang #alex garza #i promise it's not as bad as you think it's honestly the most lighthearted one i wrote so far #ruki is a great role model

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redvelvetreel · 6 years

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Red Velvet Reel 5.1: Recipe for Disaster

[Fic Directory]

Pairing: [Married] Spicyhoney (Underfell Papyrus x Underswap Papyrus)

Summary: Edge finally convinced Stretch to come to the Youth Club he volunteers at, and their activity for the day is: pancakes. Chara decides to ‘help,’ and when Asgore joins them later, explains just what a ‘pregnancy glow’ is.

Characters: Edge (Underfell Papyrus) & Stretch (Underswap Papyrus) & Chara (Underswap Chara) & Asgore (Underswap Asgore)

Contains: Mpreg/Skelepreg! Chara & Stretch being mutually antagonistic with each other! Hints of deeper issues with Chara! Lots of headcanons!

Rating: Teen and up! (I guess?)

Note: Hiya, back from hiatus! <3 Thank you for your continued support! It means so much to me!

“Chara, don’t do it,” Edge’s voice was sharp enough Stretch jumped too, and he wasn’t even doing anything! He looked up just in time to see the child shove a spoon forcefully back into one of the bowls, looking incredibly annoyed. Were they trying to flick pancake batter at him? Well, if they wanted to-

“Stretch! Don’t even think about it!”

He lowered the bowl he was mixing with a sigh, trying to stir as innocently as possible, “What? I didn’t do anything!”

“Yet.”

“You’re suddenly a mind reader now, Edge?” Stretch stuck his tongue out at Chara, who returned it with a different gesture. It escalated silently after that.

Edge turned around quickly enough he saw them mere inches apart, making rude gestures and faces at each other before they could feign innocence, “I don’t need to see. Neither of you are particularly subtle.”

“Meaning?” Stretch asked flatly.

Edge put the washed measuring cups on the dish rack, turning back to the bowls he was rinsing, “Your soul broadcasts guilt because it knows you’re up to no good! I can sense your mischievous intent.”

“Ugh!” Chara stuck their tongue out at the back of Edge’s head, crossing their arms petulantly, “Mrs. Mom always says that! ‘Your soul tells me!’ It didn’t use to happen before- it’s all Asriel’s fault! What, are you having a baby, too?!”

Stretch couldn’t hide his surprise, eyes bulging out of his sockets as he stared at them, a little slack jawed. They stared back, and realization dawned on their face as they turned back to stare at Edge’s back.

“Ha-how?!” Stretch massaged his forehead, “I was being so cool and subtle this time, wasn’t I?”

Chara curled their hand into a tight, angry fist, and a very unpleasant shadow seemed to stretch over their face as they tipped their head forward to obscure their face with their hair. Stretch was starting to get a very familiar, unpleasant feeling.

“Impressive deductions, Chara- ” Edge turned around with a smirk, “As would be expected of my apprentice.”

“Really?” They were back to their usual self in a moment, perking up with obvious pride before remembering their annoyance. Chara wrinkled their nose in complete disgust, turning to glare at Stretch with obvious disdain, “His baby?!”

Stretch was insulted, even more so when Edge actually laughed. “Who else?” he asked, highly amused.

“Literally anyone else would be better!” Chara threw their hands up dramatically, “How about someone kinda scary and strong, like Grillby! He’s got a really cool food-monster pet thing! Or-“

“That’s too bad for you!” Stretch cut them off before they could say anything else, crossing the kitchen to pull Edge into a possessive hug, “My husband is having my baby, and we are very happy!” It was childish and immature, but damn, if they didn’t bring out the worst in him!

“You-! You sound stupid!” Chara sputtered, before sticking their tongue out at him defiantly.

Stretch deliberately made little hearts manifest above his head, giving Edge a very loud kiss on the cheek, “My husband AND my baby.”

“You don’t even have lips!” Chara was outraged, hopping down from the counter, “You can’t make that noise!” They started gagging when Stretch tried to give Edge another loud kiss.

“Children, please,” Edge shoved Stretch’s face away, trying to look stern, “You’re both being ridiculous!”

“He started it!” Chara pointed at Stretch, eyes narrowed and tone accusatory.

“I did not!” Stretch pointed right back at them, “They did!”

“I’m finishing it!” Edge snapped, looking annoyed, “Chara, go get your father and the other children. Stretch, make yourself useful and get the griddles warmed.”

Chara looked annoyed, crossing their arm with a huff, “That’s not fair! You just want me out of here so you can spend time with him!”

Edge put his hands on his hips, leaning down to match them with a level stare, “Why would I want that?”

Stretch didn’t appreciate the intonation, especially when Chara giggled unpleasantly at his expense, but Edge ignored the sullen glare directed at his head, “You’re not allowed to operate the stove, so you can’t do that. Do you want me to go with you? Stretch is a big enough boy he can handle being alone for five minutes, right?”

Stretch didn’t dignify that with a response.

“No,” Chara looked away, sulking, “It makes my cover story unnecessarily weak. If you can come with me there, you weren’t that busy.”

Edge looked pleased, patting the top of their head affectionately, “Very good. We’ll make a guardsmen out of you yet. Although this could all be avoided if you just stayed and did the other activity with everyone else-”

“I’d rather die!” Chara beamed at the praise, making sure to make eye contact with Stretch as they beckoned Edge closer. “I’m going, but I gotta tell you something important first!”

Edge crouched down on one knee, tilting his head obligingly. They reached up, looping their arms around his neck before giving him two kisses on the cheek. Edge blinked, uncomprehending, before his eyes widened in surprise.

“Hey!” Before Stretch could take a step forward, they were running out the door with that creepy, wide smile and that annoying giggle. As though they had won this round, or something.

“Ugh! I can’t stand that kid,” Stretch grumbled under his breath as he worked at melting the butter on the griddle, giving Edge a betrayed look. “And you! What was that about, huh?”

Edge pulled himself to his feet, rubbing at his cheek absently, “I’m not sure. They’re usually not physically affectionate, and they’ve never kissed me before-“

“I knew it!” Stretch went onto the next pan, pointing at Edge with the spatula, “They do this just to piss me off! Every single time-“

“Stretch.” He didn’t appreciate the look Edge was giving him, arms crossed and smiling like he was trying not to laugh, “Are you jealous? Of Chara?”

“Of course not!” Stretch answered a little too quickly, turning away with an exaggerated scoff. “I just don’t like the way the always flirt with you in front of me! They get a kick out of taunting me, and I just don’t want them hurting you-“

“Aww, so considerate~” Edge reached out to tug at his cheekbones teasingly, “Making sure my heart isn’t broken by a 9 year old. You’re my hero.”

“That’s not what I meant, you jackass!” Stretch felt his cheeks heat up in mortification, rolling his shoulders in an attempt to get Edge off of him, “They’re nasty and cruel, and are likely to break your heart if you let them in- so don’t! But I meant physically! Like stabbing you in your stupid face!”

“How cruel!” Edge pulled away with one last teasing poke, voice light with laughter, “I bet Chara would never call my beautiful face stupid. They would never be so mean to me~”

“Mean?!“ Stretch sputtered indignantly, torn between enjoying Edge’s unusually playful mood and wishing it wasn’t at his expense, “You’re the one tormenting me!”

“What’s this I hear about being mean?”

Stretch looked up from the last griddle he was heating up with a start, surprised to find Asgore and his gaggle of children watching him from the doorway. They all looked so small, standing next to him like that... but Stretch knew firsthand not to take appearances at face value.

“Hey, Old Timer,” Stretch repressed a shudder, focusing on Asgore, “What’s shakin’, bacon?”

Asgore released a booming laugh, and while some of the younger children flinched, no one cried. This time. “We are having an eggcellent time having you here, dear friend.”

Stretch was swept into a strong hug that always left him feeling like a babybones again, burrowing his face in soft fur as he squeezed back. Asgore shifted him to one arm, holding him like a child, before sweeping his free hand across the kitchen.

“What a wonderful opportunity we have today, my dear children,” he said with obvious warmth, “That my good friend Papyrus is here to teach us how to make delicious pancakes! Let’s all do our best to welcome him and follow his wise instructions!”

Most of the kids seemed bored, watching him with unimpressed expressions, but a few younger ones gave a hesitant smattering of applause. They were looking in Edge’s direction, however, so it probably wasn’t their idea.

“Well then, dear ones-“ Asgore started to say, before Edge cut him off.

“Go wash your hands.”

“You’re such a buzzkill, Edge,” a sulky looking child muttered, kicking at the floor.

“The only thing I’m interested in killing, today, is germs,” Edge answered primly, “And potentially that bad attitude of yours, Sam.”

‘Sam’ blushed, tugging her hat over her eyes as some of the other kids laughed.

“Hm!” Asgore tapped at his chin, looking overly pensive, “I wonder who can get to the bathroom, wash their hands with soap and water, dry them with a towel, and come back here the fastest? All the children or just me?”

Chara took off like a shot, crashing against the door in their haste, followed by the thundering of several other feet as the rest of the children followed suite.

“No running in the hallways!” Asgore called out pleasantly, before turning to face Stretch after he tapped him on the shoulder.

“I like tallking to you, buddy, but do you think you could put me down? Kinda hard to wash your hands with me just-” Clamping his legs around Asgore’s forearm, Stretch threw himself backwards even as he felt both monsters tense in surprised alarm. He held his arms out on either side of him.

“Hanging around, eh?”

“I think you should drop him on his head,” Edge muttered derisively, pointedly ignoring all of the faces Stretch was making at him.

Asgore smiled pleasantly, “Now, now, I’m sure that as a skeleton, he has-”

He looked up at Edge, nose and eyes crinkled in barely contained amusement, before he stopped himself. His eyes widened and his arms went slack in obvious surprise, enough that Stretch nearly did fall on his face, barely catching himself on his hands.

“Lots of funny bones…?”

Asgore didn’t answer, staring at Edge intently- who just stared back. It wasn’t until Stretch managed to wriggle onto the floor before the king moved again, crossing the kitchen to stand in front of Edge.

“What?”

“Edge!” Asgore exclaimed loudly, before clapping a hand over his muzzle, glancing at the door as he leaned in closer. He whispered conspiratorially, resting a large paw on his shoulder, “Are you with child?”

Edge’s expression shifted from annoyed to neutral, with only a slight raise of his browbones as he turned to look at his husband. Stretch was less composed, gesturing at them wildly as he sputtered, “Wha-how??? My chill game has been flawless today?! I even resisted making the obvious breakfast joke with you: Don’t flip out-“ Stretch pointed to the now cold griddles, “‘We’re egg-specting!” He held up an egg from the nearby carton no one had seen him grab. “It was the kid, wasn’t it?!”

“Oh, nevermind. I didn’t mean to spoil your surprise,” Asgore gave a hearty laugh, walking over to the sink to begin washing his hands, “Although it was very clever, as usual, my friend.”

“Please don’t spare his ego,” Edge scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest, still off balance but less tense, “He’s cocky enough without your coddling.”

“My jokes are amazing, and enhance my naturally occurring good looks and incredibly sweet personality,” Stretch batted his eyes for additional effect, “ Blue told me this in high school, once, so it must be true.”

Asgore laughed again, softly this time, patting his hands dry on a towel. He turned towards the door with his hands on his hips, smile dipping into a tired sigh, “The children been gone a suspiciously long time, haven’t they? Ah, I knew their enthusiasm for proper hygiene was... but a pipe dream.”

Punching him in the arm lightly, Stretch sounded delighted, “Nice!”

Edge just rubbed at his skull, “You deserve each other.”

As Asgore made his way to the door, Edge blocked his path, “Before we deal with the inevitable mess, I need to know how you were able to tell of my current... condition.”

The king‘ smile fell for a moment, looking down at Edge with a thoughtful expression, before getting down on one knee to be eye level.

“My dear friend,” he said warmly, taking Edge’s hands in his large paws, “It’s because you are glowing!”

Edge didn’t say anything, but he didn’t look particularly convinced.

“When my dear wife Toriel was pregnant with our little Asriel,” Asgore spoke with obvious affection, “She was even more radiant than on our wedding day. Day or night, within our home or out of it, in a good or bad mood, her fur always looked like it was bathed in moonlight.”

He gave a long, dreamy sigh, looking at Edge with half-lidded eyes that were clearly meant for someone else. Edge tugged on his hands lightly, looking unimpressed, “How very nice for you. And very uninformative for me.”

“Awww, that’s beautiful,” Stretch clasped his hands over his heart, smile widening, “You’re a natural for romance, Bud! Even if I don’t get it either!”

“Well, as our little boy developed his own soul, that affected Toriel’s magic and soul too, resulting in what we call the pregnancy glow.” Asgore gave a broad smile, “I came up with that name myself. Not terribly creative, perhaps, but accurate. You’re about halfway through your first quarter, are you not?”

Edge looked suspicious, exchanging a glance with Stretch, before giving a tense nod.

Asgore’s smile was kind, “It’s barely noticeable at first, perhaps only as a healthier look to your body and a brightness to your eyes. But now that you’re past 12% in the development of your little one, you’ll both begin to notice it more. At 24%, my beloved Toriel was bright enough to light up the room- but very softly, like... moonlight.”

Edge kept his expression carefully blank, finally managing to take his hands back, “I see.”

“With that out of the way, “Asgore let out a pained groan as he stood up, rubbing at his knees, “Dear friends, it would seem we have wayward children we need to shepherd back and damage to undo.”

“It’s... How do the children say it?” Asgore’s smile took on a slightly mischievous quality, jogging to the door, “Last one there is a rotten egg!”

Stretch put a hand on Edge’s shoulder, lightly, “What’s up? You good?”

Edge nodded, before making his way to the door, “Later. I cannot let myself be beaten by a rheumatic goat.”

Stretch winked, waiting for him to close the door so he could take a shortcut, “See you at the finish line, then, Babe.”

“Lazybones,” Edge answered fondly.

[Part 1 - Here!] [Part 2- Coming soon!]

#spicyhoney #underswap papyrus #Underfell Papyrus #underswap asgore #underswap chara #skelepreg #fanfic #redvelvetreel #thx for bearing with me folks! <3

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pass3rby · 6 years

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Caught By Your Past

25th Part

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed Pairing: Altair x Malik Warnings: modern AU, mature, OOC, original female character; unbetaed.

A/N: Good morning, San Francisco (or any other city of your choice for that matter)! Let's kick the day up, shall we?

She was on her way back home from campus when her phone went off. Having to fish it out of the tangle in her bag – USB cable, flash disc, second one, tissues, earbuds, lipstick – almost made her regret her habit of towing around the whole tech station and then some. Almost. She stumbled across her phone soon enough and the thoughts of getting rid of all those things first thing after stepping over the flat's threshold, disappeared again.

Checking the display, she gave a dejected sigh before accepting the call.

“Yeah?” So maybe her tone held a bit of a fake cheer, but there was no need to ruin someone else's mood, was there.

“There's this place I've heard is pretty rad!”

She figured as much; an eagerness to check out new places was a well-known trait of her friend. Trademark, barely restrained excitement in Mary's voice hit her full blast and really, was she ever void of energy? Gie was yet to see her anywhere near depleted. It would feel so good to talk with someone of a similar exhaustion level to her own. Maybe she could call Evie... Jacob's a pain in his sister's ass, too. That might work.

“Enjoy,” keeping up with the current conversation, she went with a sudden spur of a moment and entered a convenience store she was about to pass by. Time to treat herself; who knows how it'll look at home when she gets there. While choosing a thoroughly inappropriate late snack, she might as well listen to Mary, gushing over this new hot spot.

With luck, she only wanted to spill the beans and details about the new place and that would be the end of it. Gie was out for count as it was, just happy to drag herself to bed. Normally, she would welcome an opportunity to go out, but the constant hot & cold vibes coming from an unnamed pair of lost cases was starting to take its toll on her. Just as she was leaving for today's lessons, she heard them yelling again. And although staying out would keep her away from that for a little bit, she was ripe for a generous hibernation, not an evening out.

“You have to come with us!”

So, Mary was gathering a crew for the night out. Gie went with a neutral response, while absentmindedly checking one of the apples on sale:

“Sounds amazing-”

“I thought so, too! Pretty sweet. It's in a nice part of the city, too. Kinda dingy street, but it's not like we're gonna get jumped there.” True social life enthusiast that her classmate was, her mouth went two hundred miles per hour already, not even waiting for the explanative part of Gie's negative response. Also, no to that apple. Neither unhealthy, nor with enough chocolate percentage in it.

Tough luck today, buddy.

Skirting the whole fruit & vegetables section, she dived further to the more sin enabling and supplying section of the store.

“Altair and Malik are at each other's throat again.” There. At least she could make use of Mary knowing about the situation. Saves loads of time otherwise spent by a lengthy explanation. Maybe she won't even need to ring Evie up, after all.

Her friend, being a trooper, jumped promptly over onto the new topic like a pro.

“Thought you said neither of them is Spanish. Or French.”

“They're not, smartass,” and that chocolate looked tempting. She wasn't going to lower herself to buying an ice cream bucket, but that extra large hazelnut milk chocolate bar had her name on its wrapping. “You met them both to know that yourself.”

“So what's the deal?” Mary's voice was intent on the topic, fully focused like she always was with everything she decided to participate in. A good friend although and at the same time because of her brazen attitude, right there.

Okay, chocolate. You're coming with me. Do not resist and I won't be forced to use handcuffs on you.

Apprehending the criminal, she turned on her heel to go fetch something to drink, too – before re-turning around to grab a second bar. Just in case.

“I don't know. I mean, they are sorta... all-or-nothing kind of deal?”

“So, they either fuck or hate each other.” The words coming from the phone stayed true to its owner's spirit – no beating around the bush, they mowed the topic right over.

A vivid memory of mum threatening to wash her mouth with soap whenever she 'slipped', popped up in her mind. Mary wouldn't've last one day visit at their house without frothing at the mouth – one way or another. Funny thought right there.

“Pretty much. Without the-”

“-fucking. Yadda yadda yadda. I don't know if I should laugh at your brother or rethink my gender and step between them and wait which one would grab my ass first.”

“Mary!”

“What? They're attractive! Ten out of ten would tap that.”

Most of her friends did not miss the opportunity to tell her how dumb she was to let Altair go when their pack of she wolves was out last Friday. Mary'd just shrugged. 'Well at least you're out of competition if the guys ever changed their mind' – that're her exact words. While at least one of the girls would mean them, the free-spirited drinker had been quite obviously taking the piss. Like right now. Tough empathy – that's what Gie called it; Mary was the best.

Mood getting back on its feet, having shaken off the gloom, Georgie chuckled wryly and joined in the game.

“You'd stand no chance anyway. They wouldn't even notice you there.”

“That bad?”

“Their eyes are boning each other constantly, only their bodies resist the pull.” Now, that was a relief to say it out loud. Gie picked up a flavored green iced tea out of a refrigerator before making a bee-line to the cashier.

“Mindfucked too much?” It was hard to tell whether Mary was home already or not. While such generous use of foul language would usually point you somewhere 'safe to express yourself' if not in the home base direction outright, Mary was known to drop an F-bombs on a daily basis wherever. In the middle of the class wouldn't be her first time either. She lived closer to the campus, though.

“More like not enough.” Putting the handpicked items onto an empty space next to the register, she greeted the employee before refocusing back on Mary. Her answer must've betray a part of her previous dejected mood, because the response was instant and spot on.

“Damn. You're not coming, are you.”

“Not feeling it, I'm sorry.” There was no denying that she felt better now, but she'd still prefer to stay home tonight.

“Alright,” Her phone transported a heavily put-upon sigh right to her ear, “You're excused this once. If they drag you into their depressive circle of hell, though, I'm gonna come haunt their asses.” Fierce friends had certain perks.

“Or hunt.” Gie shot back good naturedly as she was getting through the payment procedure. That going off without a hitch, she was out of the store in no time.

“What do you know. It could bring the same results.”

“Despair?” It would be hard to miss her snicker. The door of the store closed behind her and she got back on her track leading home with renewed vigor, failsafe mechanism safely tucked in her bag.

“Ha ha. That's what I get for caring about you.”

But when the phone call ended ten minutes later, she wondered whether Mary will have to be taken up on her offer, if it'll really come to that. Will there be silence when she gets home? What sort of scene will greet her?[P1] To make the suddenly reinstated warzone even worse, the pair of undecisive fools was getting along pretty fine as of late.

Did Thor hit them with his hammer over their heads or something?

Now, arguments and bickering were a part of any relationship. Clashes were either handled or not and that was it; a 'make it or break it' sort of deal basically and again, a pretty standard one at that. These two? They had brought the art of disputes to a whole another level by the sheer amount of practice in pair. What was left there to argue about, though? She could swear that they've argued even about the water pressure in the shower already.

Taking a step back, maybe there was no need for them to make it official at all. They fought like a couple already, so there was a good chance that they had the partner software for encouraging staying together installed, too. But maybe not.

Them being as they are? Holding onto the remnants of their wild card statuses while also leaning over toward the other? It could bring literally anything. As of now, chaos and strangling of one another would be her bet on the most probable outcome, no matter what she really hoped for.

What truly boggled her mind was that the 'wild card' issue was more of Malik's signature there than Altair's. Sounding strange? Maybe because it was. If anything, you could always count on Malik being solid. As on him being a silent snide sniper. His words got the kill while his face might as well been cut from marble. That was his nature and it came with an objectively calm demeanor. All of that, her brother might rightfully pride himself for, because he perfected every single part of it to a state of art. Throwing him off, not to mention making his wall of tranquility crumble to dust wasn't an easy achievement.

Then Altair entered – or re-entered – the picture, turning out to be an equivalent to the proverbial fairy with a magical wand. 'Unusual' wouldn't even make the cut for an appropriate description of how out of character this was for her brother and still, the facts stood.

Not that she hadn't wondered about the strange enigma before; it only wasn't as important then as many other aspects that needed to be accounted for. But maybe it should have been. Altair's presence was undeniably toying with Malik on a full scale, so it was safe to assume that their whole relationship must've been even more complicated, elaborate or not, than she anticipated – and she gave a lot of room to possible variations of their history.

What was so bad about Altair that kept Malik doubtful?

Their personalities clashing could hardly be the reason – it obviously didn't matter even back in their heydays. Was he still hung up on the fact that she and Altair together were the plan A and the reason why the guy was here in the first place? Her brother could, indeed, hold a grudge. Was it the job? If so, then... Okay, it wasn't a traditional nine-to-five job where you are safely tucked in an office, she'd give Malik that. But Gie saw them together; this hesitating and dancing around each other would make sense only if they did not feel as strongly about each other anymore. To that, she called bullshit. She'd probably do the best to ask Altair about that when the soonest opportunity arises.

Using the key to their flat, she unlocked the door and nudged it ajar.

No sound.

Promising enough. Entering the flat, she put her bag on the bench right by the door.

Altair was passed out, half-lying behind the living room's low table, half-propped up on her beanbag in a position that suggested something was missing in the picture. The flat screen was still on, although only some commercial nonsense on low volume was taking up the screen there.

Before she could investigate the crime scene any further, different kind of muted noises caught her attention. They were coming from the direction corresponding with only one room in the apartment. That answered the question of where Malik disappeared to. Taking one deep breath for courage, she walked over to the kitchen.

“Hey.” Her greeting was on a cautious side of the spectrum, but nobody could blame her.

“Hey yourself,” Malik answered in kind readily enough if a bit distracted. Scanning what must've been instructions on a box of something presumably eventually edible, his attention taking its sweet time to shift onto her. Not that she minded; this wasn't bad compared to any kind of confrontation. She'd had it up to here of that.

“Coffee?” The offhand offer made its way to her, while Malik's eyes flicked back and forth between her and what appeared to be an instant version of Rubik's cube to him. An already made batch of coffee was the current main star of the kitchen counter. Steam coming from it declared that the beverage was fresh, too.

“Uh... I'll probably go with just tea? Thanks, though.” Perking up at that, he decidedly put the package back in the pantry, obviously finding the required amount of effort overly too much to bother with. It would also be Malik's attitude to food in general in a nutshell.

She was about to go over and set necessary things up to fix herself a cup, but Malik was one step ahead of her.

“The tests weren't bad then?” She watched as her brother proceeded to put water in the electric kettle before switching the thing on.

Oh.

“They were fine.” Since she had to wait for the water to boil, it was only sound logic to plop down on a chair – which was exactly what she did.

“Were they.”

“Stop it, you moron, you're not my parent.” Reminding him her adult status was a moot point now, but she did it anyway. Meanwhile, Malik poured himself a mugful of the steamy, tar black liquid, completely unperturbed.

“Look at the good news. The day's just gotten better for the both of us.” For all intents and purposes, his expectant look was interchangeable with the one of a hawk stalking its prey. She grudgingly conceded only because there was no other easy way of getting from under that type of scrutiny.

“I may not ace them both, but it wasn't as terrible as I expected. Professor de Sable took ill and our tests will be marked by a substitute teacher, so there's no way I'll get a bad mark on that one either.”

The nightmarish teacher had been picking on her ever since her first year of taking the course. She couldn't help but secretly think of his illness as a gift from above.

“I though you said you got a different lecturer already?” If Gie was ten years younger, she'd probably appreciate his brotherly frown much more. As it was, she could handle one numskull without any additional help.

“False alarm. That would be that substitute I've mentioned. Looks like the baldhead doesn't know when to-” Sensing warning in the air, she promptly changed the intended ending of her sentence:

“-leave the scene,” which was closely followed by a quietly mumbled “or kick the bucket” original version.

“You were saying?”

“I said that he apparently must've dig his heels in somehow.” Gie blatantly lied without an ounce of shame in her body.

The good thing about being raised into adulthood by a strict brother? He was still way more lenient than their parents would be. She held no hope of her brother believing that's what she really said, but he let her be anyway, because Malik himself thought that the guy was an asshole. But even better than that; any 'tight spots' like this one trained her in the façade game that Malik was a master of, too.

When he wanted to be, that is. Looking at him taking the box full of teabags in his hand, nose wrinkling in disgust, one wouldn't believe such a claim. If Malik could, he would hold that box like a bag full of dog presents, no doubt. Dork.

“Sheesh, you're a riot. Give me that,” Getting back on her feet, she stole the box which was offending her brother's sensibilities out of his grasp and fished out one teabag before storing the rest back in the cupboard. Right on time, the kettle switched off, too, so she threw the teabag inside an empty mug that Malik had left on the counter for that purpose exactly and poured hot over it straight away. Brimming with satisfaction, she looked over at Malik, who still did not bother to regain his stony decorum. As much as he was furrowing his brows, though, he was in a casual, laid-back mood.

“You should stop.” Still, his voice was as gruff as always. His nod towards her drink said all there was needed to decipher what he was referring to. She nonchalantly ignored the clue, pretending ignorance.

“With what?” She intentionally gave Malik an innocent look.

“Drinking that garbage.” As if she did not see that coming. The deadpan nag made her snicker for its utter uselessness. They had gone over this one thousand times already and yet, somehow, Malik never seemed to tire of it.

“You should stop,” she shot back to exact her revenge.

“With what?” Humoring her, he went along with the game, striking the familiar pose which included folded arms on his chest. His eyes were soft, though; contrary to their hard shine whenever adapting the posture in a serious conflict.

He probably expected her to say something along the lines of “nagging me about the tea” and to be fair, nobody could blame him for it since that was exactly what she wanted to go with. Initially. But a single, no matter how short, moment to rethink the opportunity was all it took to decide on a change. Biting on her lower lip, she went for it.

“Being so stubborn.” And she might as well ask for a sky to lean down and hand over some of its stars to her while she was at it. Honestly, Gie was well-aware of how her words sounded. But demanding an all-out annihilation of the character trait wasn't the point here. Therefore, she clarified:

“Why do you guys argue so much – really?”

Fully prepared to see him withdrawing into himself and closing off again, she faced a distinctly different reaction. While Malik was fast to catch onto what she was talking about, he showed no sign of being displeased with the topic.

“I argue with idiots in general. That's my job. I thought you already knew that.” Even busy with removing the teabag out of her mug after taking a careful, evaluating sip, it didn't stop her from pointing the obvious, encouraged by his response:

“Yeah, but not like you do with Altair...” It was much easier to continue pursuing the matter with his open attitude and his trademark scowl on vacation.

At last noticing that the issue was really troubling her, his blasé vibe evaporated out of the room. Sh- shrooms in a meadow. Counting her chickens way too soon.

“Geor-”

“I know I have no right to stick my nose into it, but what happened so wrong that you feel the constant need to butt heads?”

Silence and him clenching his jaw didn't look much promising in regard to her hopes of getting an answer when-

“We just do.” While his tone was even, and Malik obviously managed to reign whatever had made him grit his teeth in, all she got for her trouble was less than a bare minimum one would be able to work with. Before she could even let out a put-upon exhale at the cryptic reply, though, he gave in and elaborated further:

“It's the way we deal with stuff.” Now it was his turn to mumble something. What, Gie didn't manage to catch, “We've solved the... issue already, though.”

“So you'll argue less now?”

“Not likely,” if that wasn't a definitive statement right there. Splendid. She was starting to think that Mary was right. In one-year time, Italian mafia will pale in comparison. Relationship preferences...

Thinking back a bit, this was the first time Malik also openly addressed his relationship with Altair in her company. And what a fanfare did he chose to play it with. Speaking of that, on a closer look, Malik seemed this close to ask a question of its own, but he swiftly buried it expertly, shoving his attention into the caffeinated drink of his choice, he was holding. She could guess what this was about, though. Her brother was truly hopeless.

Ask who needs it spelled out for them again, brother.

“Hey.” Unphased, she walked over and started to unload stuff from the fridge that would make for a solid, good meal when rightly prepared. Chicken, vegetables and rice will do it.

“Hm?”

“I really don't mind, okay?” Malik took some time to react other than pin her with an intense gaze.

“Why?”

She smiled. For once, he was the dumb one.

“Because you're my brother.” Good and done with that, she pulled out a cutting board, issuing a challenge:

“Wanna cook together?”

“You'll tell me to get out in five minutes flat.” Was the gruff answer.

“That's not an answer.”

Keeping an eye on her with undisguised suspicion, he cautiously went to get a knife.

“The kitchen counter is not long enough for both of us.”

“I was here first!” Immediately calling dibs on the piece of furniture, she laughed as he swore.

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Fair is Fair (HOFH part 3)

Gif Not Mine

Warnings: Cursing, That’s it?

A/N: I wrote this and i was gonna change it but I re-read it the next day and I honestly still liked it so... sorry if you expected something bigger, but i like where it’s at. Don’t worry though, the drama will come!

Part Two

Inspiration for this fic, listen here.

Y/N meditated on what to do for a long while. She asked advice from her friends and even googled how to get a guy to like you, but she was still nervous as she stared at Avengers tower. She gulped down a breath and walked inside.

The man at the front desk ignored her for his phone call, and by the way he was talking she assumed it was his mother. She cleared her throat, “I’m here to see Thor. I have his jacket to return.”

The man didn’t even glance up. She wanted to roll her eyes and she might have, had she not been interrupted.

“You’re here for Thor?” When she looked up she was staring into the eyes of Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow. Her eyes widened in shock. She stuttered over her words, “y-yes.”

Natasha looked her up and down before settling on the bundle in her arms. “Who are you?”

Y/N faltered under her gaze. Geez this woman was intimidating. “I’m Y/N, his soulmate.”

Even the boy at the desk, who was still on his personal call, looked shocked. Y/N wished she was still wearing the coat so she could sink into it and hide, but she came to return it so that’s what she’d do.

“Got a last name Y/N?” Natasha looked completely neutral now. No longer did she have a surprised expression.

Y/N sucked in a little more confidence and said with gusto, “Y/L/N.”

Natasha smiled. “I’ll take you up there.”

Y/N wanted to say thank you but Natasha was already leading the way. She took her to an empty part of the tower and for a moment Y/N thought she was going to kill her. They stepped into an elevator and Natasha produced a key. Inserting it into the key hole and turning it before she pressed the correct button to take Y/N to her mate. The ride was short but it was enough time for Natasha to question Y/N.

“So Thor’s your soulmate? He’s a god, how do you think that happened?”

“I’m not sure, it wasn’t up to me.”

“And if it was, would you still want him?”

Y/N’s head snapped in her direction. “That’s what I’m here to figure out.”

Natasha looked slightly satisfied but it was still hard to tell with the stoic expression she now wore.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to reveal a living room. Y/N was in awe to see Sam Wilson throwing a football around with Steve Rogers. The smiles on their faces showed a more mundane side and Y/N would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it.

Suddenly Y/N could feel the tingle that told her, her mate was near. She hugged his jacket closer and looked to Nat for guidance. “Have you guys seen Thor? I have someone to see him.”

Steve caught the ball and looked over at the girls. “Umm yeah, last I saw he was in the gym.” He whipped his forehead with the back of his hand. “Who’s this?”

Natasha didn’t look at her when she said, “this is his soulmate Y/N.”

Steve almost choked on nothing when she said that. He started coughing like he was about to die and Sam was smacking him on the back. “Excuse me? I didn’t think that was possible.”

Natasha smirked, “there are a lot of things we didn’t think were possible.”

With that she started leading me to what I assume would be the gym. The glass door’s of the gym hid nothing of what was inside. That’s why when Y/N saw her mate through them her heart fluttered at the sight of his bare back flexing. Wow he’s gorgeous.

She entered with Natasha and slowly they approached him. Of course he knew she was here, how could he not. She felt him so deep in her bones that she was sure any moment she would pass out from the delight. He dropped down from the machine and slowly turned around to face her.

He was even more handsome than she remembered, but that may have just been because his chest was visible and heaving from the strain of his workout. She blushed deep and he couldn’t help the smile that found its way to his lips.

“You’re here.” She bit her lip and nodded. “I have something for you.” He looked down and saw her arms wrapped around his jacket, but ignored it. “Is it your name? You never gave it.”

Y/N smiled. “The things you said to me makes me think you should have to earn it.”

His smile fell. “That’s not fair-.”

“Oh you think so?” She cut him off. “What about having your mate love someone else?” They moved steadily closer. “Is that fair?” Y/N licked her lips.

“It is harder to resist you than I thought.” She placed a hand on his shoulder and nodded. “That’s how it’s supposed to be.” Thor’s skin was on fire under her touch, and he loved every spark she sent through him. “Have dinner with me. If you want to be fair, then you should get to know me too. That woman has had you all to herself,” her hand slid down from his shoulder as she spoke. “You should know what you will receive for leaving her.” Y/N rested her hand on his bicep, internally screaming at the muscles flexing beneath her.

The more she spoke the more Thor stared at her lips. She put him in such a trance he almost tuned out what she was saying. He still felt hot under her fingers, and reached out to grip her waist. Fuck she feels nice against his skin. His tongue wet his bottom lip and he looked back into her eyes. They burned with a desire he had never seen before. All of this, her eyes, her lips, her passion, it was a lot but he wanted it. He wanted all of her and suddenly Jane vanished from his mind. “You make a compelling argument.”

Y/N griped his forearm with her other hand in anticipation. Please say yes. “If this is what you want, I cannot deny you.” Y/N smiled brightly.

Thor was telling the truth, he couldn’t resist her, not with her bright eyes and deep red lips begging for his attention. All he needed was just a little taste- “Whoa there buddy.” Y/N held him back when he leaned in. “You can have all you want, as soon as you choose me.”

Thor gaped at her; he completely forgot that he was trying not to lose Jane by leaving her for his soulmate. He would have kissed this woman if she hadn’t pushed him away. He was going to betray Jane for a simple kiss.

Y/N pushed his coat into his arms. “I’ll see you tonight then?”

And then he agreed to spend all night with her. Yep, he was fucked. Thor nodded, “6 O’clock then?”

“Bye Thor.” She waved with her fingers and walked out the door.

Even after Y/N had left, her perfume lingered. Thor was still staring at the door she left through when he figured out why. He lifted his jacket to his face and breathed in her delicate scent of lavender and soap. She had sprayed her perfume on his jacket. “Oh she is good.”

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Scent (1/1)

Captain Swan, Explicit, ~3.3k words

Inspired by “I wasn’t talking about the pancakes.” Contains vague spoilers for the end of the series, but the kind of spoilers you can deduce from news articles about the finale. A couple of references to Killian with other partners in his past. Lots of references to the way women smell (and taste) during sex, so if that’s not your thing, you know. Be aware.

He can’t be blamed for it, not when she stands at the stove in their kitchen with her hair over one shoulder, the pale expanse of her neck exposed, a stark contrast to the black robe she wears. She protested his early morning advances, stomach rumbling and as she mumbled something about breakfast. After the day before, when once again they both feared they’d lost each other forever; when he went in a space of a few minutes from facing his death to facing his true love on his knees as he slid the ring onto her finger once again; when she went from losing her parents to a curse to being in their arms once again; when they finally, finally rushed back to their home and joined their bodies together with so much joy that he thought it might kill him -- after a day like that, he can’t blame her for waking up a bit peckish. But then she can’t blame him for pouncing on her the moment he finds her downstairs in the kitchen.

The scent of her neck, of that spot just behind her ear, drives him mad. It is a swirling aroma of sweat and sex and her shampoo, a concentrated distillation of the redolence of Emma Swan, and it rarely fails to arouse him. He murmurs in her ear and feels her shiver against his chest, brushes his nose down her cheek and breathes her in. His cock rises to attention the moment her scent fills his nose, and he presses himself against her curves and smiles.

“I wasn’t talking about the pancakes.”

~*~

It was Cordelia, a prostitute he’d known in the Enchanted Forest, who once pontificated to him at length on the connection between scent and sex.

“Fuck buddies” was a term he would learn much later, tucked next to Emma on the sofa in their home, consuming one of the television programs she enjoyed watching on lazy Sunday afternoons. He supposed he and Cordelia might have been fuck buddies, save for the fact that coin changed hands between them. But he did see her while he was running errands for Pan with something approaching regularity, in the days long after he’d been left hollow and revenge-fueled by the loss of his first love, and at least a century before his entire world had been turned upside down by a blonde heroine who left him chained at the top of a beanstalk.

“Part of falling in love with someone,” Cordelia said, “is loving the way they smell.” She drew more of the smoke from the pipe she enjoyed into her lungs, holding it there for several seconds before letting it out in a hazy cloud toward the ceiling.

Hook snorted. “What are you lecturing me about now?”

“Not lecturing. It’s just something I was thinking about the other day. You can’t love someone unless you love the way they smell. Maybe you can’t even be attracted to someone unless you love the way they smell, not really. It’s important, is what I’m saying. It made me wonder how much of love is just … matching one person’s nose with another person’s genitalia.”

He cracked an eye open. “Your mind is an odd place, love.”

“I know. You don’t think it’s important?”

He remembered pressing his nose between Milah’s breasts, inhaling deeply of her sweat and perfume, and squeezed his eyes shut. “Aye. You have the right of it.”

~*~

Neverland was becoming an arid shadow of its former self, not that he had time to do a thorough survey of the island in the midst of running from Lost Boys and shouting at Blackbeard and running again and being captured by Tiger Lily. But it was clear that Pan’s death had affected the island profoundly, its once lush jungles replaced with scrabbly, dying undergrowth. He didn’t care that much; it wasn’t like he had pleasant memories of this place.

With one notable exception, of course.

The loss of the jungle meant a profound change in the smell of the place, and he didn’t realize how much his memories of Neverland were colored by its verdant, earthy smell.

Emma had complained more than once as they’d hacked their way through the damp jungle about being sweaty and smelling bad, had talked with longing about taking a shower, unintentionally filling his head with lurid images of her, naked and wet. That aside, he thought she smelled divine; had to resist the desire to draw nearer to her as they searched Baelfire’s cave or sat together by the campfire, to draw breath close to her and drink in the lovely smell of her skin. He found her completely intoxicating, and the very fact of that twisted his stomach with a powerfully bittersweet sensation. He’d thought his blackened heart permanently numb to love. How terribly cruel that his heart would betray him like this, making him feel things for a woman so far above him in every possible way. A princess, a hero, a leader, a mother. What was he in the face of that?

When she’d gripped his collar and hauled him close, assaulting him with her lips and tongue that first time, he’d struggled to get his brain to cooperate with his body, everything buzzing and frantic under his skin in those desperate moments. Almost as miraculous as the way she had tangled her tongue with his was the way she had lingered afterwards, her humid breath mingling with his as everything paused, liquid slowness and sensual, overwhelming desire hanging between them. Every panting inhale had filled him up with the heady scent of her, sharp sweat and feminine musk that had made his heart stutter in his chest, had made him weak with wanting her. Made his cock strain against the laces of his leather pants. Made him want to devour her.

~*~

She is sleeping now, her head nestled on his shoulder and her hand pressed against his chest. One leg is thrown over his, and if he’s honest he’s starting to get a little overheated with so many points of contact between their bare skin, but still he won’t dislodge her for any treasure in this land or any other.

He rubs his hand over his mouth and can still detect the scent of her sex on his fingers. The consummation of their marriage may have been delayed a bit, but when they were reunited, when the final battle was finally over, they certainly made up for lost time. He made her come twice, the first time with three fingers buried inside her and his mouth on her clit, her cries making him hard and desperate to fuck her. Then he made her come again with his cock buried inside, rocking into her from above, her legs wrapped around him as she keened and gasped and shattered around him.

Pressing his hand against his face, he shamelessly inhales the scent of her again. If he has his way, they will stay in this bed for two days, or maybe three, before even thinking about emerging to face the world again. Both of them have sacrificed so much, and now he just wants to enjoy his wife in peace. He glances over at their mobile phones, both of them turned off and silent. Emma only just prevented him from shoving them into the garbage disposal before they went to bed -- turning them off was a compromise.

He brings his hand down and threads his fingers with Emma’s where her hand still rests on his chest, their wedding rings shining in the dim moonlight from their bedroom window.

~*~

Pain flared in his knee as it pressed into the wooden floor, an ache suffused his back as he bent over at an awkward angle, and he didn’t care one bit. He would stay this way all night if he had to.

He could hear the sound of her parents and that ice princess Elsa murmuring in the kitchen, but he had no idea what they were talking about. Tightening his arm around a shivering Emma once more, he pressed his lips to the top of her head. Despite the somewhat dire circumstances, he couldn’t help but revel in the fact that he’d had the opportunity to be this close to Emma for this long without her pulling away and putting some distance between them. And perhaps now she was only allowing it because of the necessity of his body heat, but honestly he wasn’t too proud to be grateful for it. Surely soon Emma would put an end to their dalliance for good, would realize how much better she could do than a recently reformed pirate, drifting about the town with no occupation, lacking even two hands with which to hold her.

Feeling some meager warmth from the top of her head, he pressed his lips there again, letting the artificially floral scent of her shampoo fill his nose. He’d started to become used to the foreign scents of the soaps and shampoos and deodorants of this land, and this particular scent was already associated with Emma in his brain. He inhaled deeply.

When she’d come out of that ice wall, she’d been so, so cold; even her hair had been like icicles hanging around her face, and it had terrified him. But now her shivers were starting to ease, her shoulders relaxing a little bit with each minute that the warmth from the space heater washed over them. Any moment now, she would probably think better of their closeness, especially in the presence of her parents. But for now, she continued to let him cuddle her. He would take as much as he could get.

He breathed a hot breath out against her scalp, then inhaled again, committing every nuance of her scent to memory.

~*~

“What are you doing?” he murmurs in the darkness of their bedroom. He can feel the tickling brush of her long hair against his chest, and he reaches down to cup the back of her head with his hand.

Emma chuckles, a deep, smoky laugh that stirs renewed desire. Her nose drags through the hair on his chest, and she pauses to scrape her teeth against his nipple, coaxing a gasp from his mouth. “You’re my husband now; I can do what I like.”

“I’m fairly certain you could do what you liked before, love, much as I do appreciate that your possession of me, body and soul, is finally official.”

“And that we finally get to have a wedding night.”

“Aye.”

“Better late than never, I guess.” She is still nuzzling against his chest, one of her hands snaking its way down until she finds his cock at half-mast under the blankets. He is torn for a moment between the pull of sleep and the idea of having her again, but really it is no contest. Not when she is stroking him like she is, not when she seems to be drawing the scent of him into her nose, the way he so often does with her.

~*~

“Killian,” she whined.

“Yes, Swan?” he pressed his question against her belly, his lips and tongue creating his art against her skin.

She writhed on his narrow bunk, the creak of the ship an accompaniment to their exercises. With a smirk, he scooted down further, half off the bed but not caring as he positioned her legs the way he wanted them.

“Ugh, I haven’t showered,” Emma said, twitching as he dragged his fingers lightly over her sex. “You probably don’t wanna put your mouth down there right now.”

“On the contrary, darling.” He leaned over and inhaled deeply, his nose buried between her thighs. Emma let out a gasping laugh. “You are like the sweetest ambrosia to me.” While he’d mostly adjusted to the bathing habits of this realm, and appreciated that its cities weren’t a miasma of human stench the way they were where he’d come from, he had to admit that Emma’s body was often a little too sterile for his liking.

“You’re just full of poetry tonight, aren’t you?” she said. He thought again of his confession to her earlier in Gold’s cabin, that she was his happy ending, and smiled.

“If I am a poet, it’s because you inspire me to such.” He turned, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, dragging his nose along her skin. “Now, may I taste you, love?”

“Yeah, okay,” she said quickly.

He wasted no time, spreading her legs and opening his mouth wide, licking into her and bringing her essence into his mouth. She was spicy, an oceanic flavor on his tongue that he wasn’t sure he could ever get enough of. The smell and the taste of her, the slick, swollen flesh against his lips; by all the gods, he loved her and he loved this.

He licked up, finding her clitoris and pressing down, swirling and dipping, bringing her up with every motion of his tongue. Her thighs were against his ears, but he could hear her cries perfectly well, knew the same thought had occurred to her that occurred to him, that on his ship they could finally be as loud as they wanted to be. She started to move her hips in little circles, and he matched her rhythm because he knew the signs now, had memorized them with careful attention the first few times that he’d done this so that he now considered himself an expert in getting Emma Swan to come. Not that it wasn’t a subject worthy of lifelong study.

And not that it wasn’t worth changing it up sometimes, as he did now when he brought his hand into play, not to thrust his fingers inside her as he normally would, but to continue the pressure and rhythm on her clit while he licked inside her again, around and around and dipping within. Emma gasped with delight, her own hand pressing down on his to direct his motions, her hips still circling. Before long, she came with a delicious moan, hips jerking, legs trembling. He lapped at her slowly, bringing her down, until she released his hand and collapsed bonelessly onto the bed.

“Okay, you were right, I was wrong. I’m glad you did that.” Her mouth spread in a wide smile as she sat up on her elbows. “My turn?”

~*~

She’s a goddess, writhing above him, taking her pleasure for the second time that night, their first night together as husband and wife. Her thighs are splayed wide, her hand slipping down and caressing herself as she rises and falls on his cock, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

“My wife. You’re so beautiful,” he mutters, watching her and holding his own release off. Sparks of pleasure radiate from where she is riding him, from the slick joining of their bodies. He gasps and pants, his throat dry after so much heavy breathing. The room is redolent with their love-making, as it should be on such a night.

Eventually she tilts forward, needing the change in the angle and the focused grind of her pelvic bone down on him rather than the manual stimulation. He can see the moment that she has her orgasm within reach, as her hips speed up in their rolling, undulating waves and her eyes clamp shut.

“That’s it, darling. That’s it. Just like that,” he says, and he’s so close he can almost taste it. Couldn’t stop now if he tried. Couldn’t stop now if the whole town burst in on them, demanding their attention.

His name spills from her lips in a broken moan, and the world becomes nothing but love and white, hot pleasure.

~*~

One of the many terrible things about the Underworld, and there were many terrible things, was the surreality of the place. Despite its appearance as some twisted reflection of Storybrooke, at least to him (and he did wonder about that -- did everyone in the Underworld perceive a different place? Was it Storybrooke for him because he had died there? Or because his love was anchored there?), it was a hollow version to be sure. Colors were muted, sounds carried in odd ways, and food tasted like ash in his mouth.

He didn’t think about the impact on his sense of smell until he kissed Emma.

Even her mouth was sort of… blank to him. He could recall what her mouth tasted like with perfect clarity, could recall every nuance of the way she smelled, so he felt the lack of all of it keenly. Still, he found comfort in her arms, in the press of their mouths together, even if it wasn’t as it had been when he was alive. He knew it pointed to the wrongness of this place, and to the fact that Emma didn’t belong down here with him. But she wanted to save him, and by all the gods he wanted to let her, even if he didn’t deserve it.

Later, they stood in the graveyard, and he watched Emma’s heart break as she realized that she could not split her heart to save him. (And what an undeserved miracle she was, that she would be willing to do such a thing for him.) Rain was falling around them, muted rain that didn’t smell the way rain was supposed to smell, soaked into his clothes and dampened his hair but didn’t feel the way rain was supposed to feel. Killian pressed his nose against Emma’s head, brushing against the wool of one of her ever-present beanies, and tried in vain to find solace in breathing her in. There was no solace to be found.

Perhaps, he realized for the first time, it was not the Underworld itself that had robbed him of his senses -- it was death. This wasn’t, after all, his body. His body was above somewhere, rotting under the ground. Suddenly he would have given anything, paid any price, for just one more minute to be with Emma properly, sight and taste and scent and sound and touch.

~*~

She giggles as they collapse next to each other, skin buzzing electric with their impressively simultaneous orgasms. He rolls into her, pulling her close and burying his nose in the crook of her neck, which makes her giggle more.

“You’re always smelling me,” she says, a complaint that isn’t really a complaint.

“That’s because I love the way you smell.”

She hums happily, her arm wrapping around him and squeezing. “You know, I heard on the radio once that there was some kind of scientific study that showed that couples who are compatible like the way the other person smells. Like, they’re chemically compatible or something. I don’t remember how it worked exactly.”

He leans away and blinks at her. “You’re kidding.” She shakes her head. “Huh. Cordelia was right.”

Emma wrinkles her nose. “Who’s Cordelia?”

“A prostitute I knew many years ago.”

Eyes widening, Emma pokes him in the ribs. “If there’s a list of things not to bring up on your wedding night, prostitutes you’ve known is probably on the list.”

“Sorry, love.”

Emma snuggles into his chest; not really bothered, he is relieved to see. “I love the way you smell too,” she says.

He buries his own nose in the hair on top of her head, closes his eyes, and breathes.

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