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grailfinders · 3 years

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Fate and Phantasms #129: Artoria Pendragon (Archer)

Today on Fate and Phantasms, our fun in the sun continues as we make yet another Artoria Pendragon. Geez, we’re over 100 builds in and they just keep coming. How many of you are there?

...Wow that’s a lot of clones.

Anyway, Artoria’s known for two things- the existential horror of existing in over a dozen places simultaneously, and now, her skill with water guns. I choose to believe those are connected somehow.

Check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

Next up: Summer lovin’, happened so fast!

Race and Background

Again, there’s nothing new here. You’re a Human, giving you +1 to all stats. You’re also a Knight, getting History and Persuasion proficiencies.

Ability Scores

Your Charisma was already pretty strong, and thanks to Summer helping you chill out a bit it’s only gotten stronger. Instead of focusing on Strength, your mana bursts now empower you Dexterity for greater speed and avoiding other player’s shots. You’ll also need some Wisdom to spot enemies lying in wait. Your Constitution hasn’t been changed much by your class change, but your Strength did take a hit as did your Intelligence. It’s Summer, the one time you don’t have to worry too much.

Class Levels

1. Sorcerer 1: Thanks to your ranged weapon specialization this time around, being a paladin is completely useless for us! The good news though is that we can finally take a moment to appreciate your Draconic Bloodline. As the descendent of a white dragon, you get abilities related to Cold damage later on. You also double your proficiency in charisma checks against dragons. Your Draconic Resilience makes your sorcerer hit dice slightly less terrible, and you get a permanent mage armor effect, making your AC 13 plus your dexterity modifier.

On top of that, you get proficiency in Constitution and Charisma saves, as well as two sorcerer skills- Intimidation and Religion. You can really put the fear of god into people.

You also get Spells you can cast using your Charisma. Grab Frostbite, Shape Water, and Ray of Frost for the opening salvo, Light so you can still make your sword all cool and glowy without God helping out, Expeditious Retreat for a bit of speed, and Charm Person because there aren’t that many first level spells I really like for you.

2. Warlock 1: You wouldn’t be King Arthur without Merlin hanging on like a hair in a biscuit, so let’s spend this time to make you a Archfey warlock again. This gives you a Fey Presence that lets you force Wisdom saves on creatures in a 10 foot cube (DC 8 + proficiency + dexterity modifier) or they become frightened/charmed by you for a round once per short rest. You are the king of the britons wielding a deadly weapon, but you’re also in a bikini, so either one works here.

You also get Pact Magic, another spell list that also uses your Charisma to cast. This spell slot doesn’t mix with your other spells, so just use the normal spell tables to figure out how many you have.

You get Friends for more charisma shenanigans, Eldritch Blast for a quick and easy water gun (it’s force instead of cold, but that just means you’re blasting them really hard). For first level spells, Armor of Agathys ensures you get water all over the place when you’re hit. I told you to put a towel down before you sat in the car, but noooo... You also get a Healing Elixir to create a healing potion. Nobody will judge you if you take a sip out of your water gun. Actually I just saw its color, everyone will judge you. But it’s still healing.

3. Warlock 2: Second level warlocks get some Eldritch Invocations to customize your squirting experience. Lance of Lethargy makes your Eldritch Blasts slow down enemies when they hit once per turn by making their socks a bit squishier. Most people would call it rude to attack someone with a squirt gun when they’re clearly not ready, but you call it strategy. Like usual, we’re saving the other one for level 3.

You also get Protection from Evil and Good, because even if you’re not a paladin officially, you still gotta get some of the holy flavor in there.

4. Warlock 3: You’ve probably figured it out already, but your pact boon is the Pact of the Blade, allowing you to create a magical melee weapon as an action. Thanks to your Improved Pact Weapon, you can also make it a crossbow, if you really want an actual water gun. Regardless of its form it gets +1 to attacks and damage. You’re limited to two-handed crossbows though, so you won’t be able to dual-wield a gun and sword like in your NP.

You can also cast Calm Emotions, to cool down your allies and enemies alike with a little playful water. Don’t mix this up with your killing people water, that’s an easy mistake to make.

5. Sorcerer 2: Second level sorcerers are a Font of Magic giving you a number of sorcery points equal to your sorcerer level each long rest. Right now you can use them to recharge spell slots, or vice versa. This gets more interesting next level.

You can also cast Magic Missile now! it might not be cold damage, but it is very accurate.

6. Sorcerer 3: Third level sorcerers can use their sorcery points for Metamagic, adding extra effects to their spells. Right now you get two options, Distant Spell doubles the range of spells that involve attack rolls, making your water guns fire on par with most bows. Empowered Spell allows you to re-roll damage dice on your spell for some extra pumps before firing. Both of these cost 1 point.

You also learn how to fire a little wildly thanks to Snilloc’s Snowball Storm, launching cold damage in a 5 foot radius, dealing full damage to creatures who fail a dexterity save (DC 8+proficiency+charisma) or half as much if they succeed.

7. Sorcerer 4: Use your first Ability Score Improvement to round up your Dexterity and Constitution scores for better weapon attacks, a higher AC, and more health and concentration.

Your next cantrip is Blade Ward in case you miss raging, and you can cast Alter Self to give yourself a swim speed and water breathing. There’s other uses, but you can just ignore these.

8. Warlock 4: You get another ASI right away, so use this to become an Elemental Adept. Your spells now ignore resistance to cold damage, and all dice rolled for damage count as at least 2. Your water blitz skills grow by the day.

You can also Create Bonfire for a cookout after the match, or take a Misty Step for some extra speed.

9. Warlock 5: Fifth level warlocks get third level spells, and Spirit Shroud will allow you to add extra cold damage to your closeup attacks, and make your surroundings a bit more slippery for enemies.

You also get the invocation Eldritch Smite. Just because you aren’t a paladin doesn’t mean you can’t hit like one.

10. Sorcerer 5: Your Magical Guidance lets you spend a sorcery point to re-roll a failed ability check, because being a protagonist means never having to say “I got a nat 1.”

You can also cast Water Walk at this level to walk on water. This is more in-character than alter self, use this instead.

11. Sorcerer 6: You now have an Elemental Affinity for cold damage, adding your charisma modifier to cold damage caused by spells. When you deal damage with such a spell, you can also spend a sorcery point to gain resistance to cold damage. You’re probably the only person in the party in a bathing suit, water shouldn’t be an issue for you.

You can also cast Haste now for even more extra speed and eldritch blasts.

12. Sorcerer 7: Seventh level sorcerers get fourth level spells such as Stoneskin. We’re not spending levels on barbarian this build either, but that doesn’t mean you should miss out.

13. Sorcerer 8: Use this ASI to bump up your Charisma for stronger and more damaging spells. You also get Watery Sphere this level. I don’t have a way to flavor this as a watergun technique, but there’s only so many cold spells so we can’t be picky.

14. Warlock 6: As a sixth level feylock you speed up a lot thanks to your Misty Escape. As a reaction to taking damage, you can turn invisible and teleport up to 60 feet away, once per short rest.

You can also cast Blink to become fast enough to be completely unhittable. At the end of each turn, you’ll have a 50/50 shot of vanishing into the ethereal plane. You’ll pop back in at the start of your next turn, or if the spell ends.

15. Warlock 7: Your final spell is the fourth level Elemental Bane, forcing a constitution save on a target creature. If they fail, the first time they take cold damage each turn they take extra damage as well, and lose resistance to the damage type. (It also works on other types of damage, but... come on.) You also have a Thirsting Blade, allowing you to attack twice with your pact weapon each turn.

16. Sorcerer 9: At ninth level your aim starts getting really wonky, turning your watergun into a Cone of Cold. It’s a cone, it’s cold. It forces a constitution save.

17. Sorcerer 10: With another metamagic option you get Twinned Spell, allowing for double the blasts at once.

If you really wanted to, you could cast True Strike. Or you could do something productive with your turn and go with Far Step, giving you teleportation as a bonus action each turn the spell stays up.

18. Sorcerer 11: Your sixth level spell gives you the nicest bikini magic can make, the Investiture of Ice. This outfit makes you Immune to Cold damage and resistant to fire damage, causes the area around you to become difficult terrain, and you can create cold blasts as an action, dealing cold damage and further reducing the speed of anything that gets caught in it and fails a constitution save.

19. Sorcerer 12: Last ASI, bump up your Dexterity. More AC, better weapon fighting, yadda yadda.

20. Sorcerer 13: Your capstone level nets you a seventh level spell, Plane Shift. I’m not entirely sure where that place you do your noble phantasm is located, but I’d bet the elemental plane of water will make a great substitute.

Pros:

Sorcerers are good blasters, and you show that off nicely. With haste and a quickened spell you can fire off three supercharged cantrips per round, or the powerful eldritch blast. Or, you can use other spells like Spirit Shroud or Elemental Bane to push your spell damage even higher.

Thanks to all that ice and water you’re sporting you’re great at slowing down creatures, controlling the tide of battle by controlling the tide.

Compounding on that, you’re pretty mobile thanks to those teleportation spells to pop you around the battlefield, making you a real nuisance to pin down.

Cons:

All three of those pros mostly rely on concentration spells, meaning you’ll have to pick which one you’re good at at any one time. You also run the risk of wasting spell slots by dropping them since we spent all your ASIs on feats and attack stats instead of constitution.

We got a lot out of multiclassing into warlock, but we also lost a lot, especially in regards to sorcery points. It’s a good thing you’re good a blasting, because you’re not good at extended fights.

If you could focus on either your sword or your water gun, you’d have a much easier time squeezing yourself into 20 levels. You dual wield though, so we have to split our attention.

#Fate Grand Order #D&D 5e #FGO #Artoria Pendragon #Fate and Phantasms #Sorcerer #Warlock

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koalaaquabear · 4 years

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The 5 hour finale live stream just concluded and y’all, it was crazy. It has been a wonderful several months with all you guys and I am so excited for April 8th and Junior Year.

MASSIVE SPOILERS UNDER THE FOLD IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE STREAM YET. Here is my clusterfuck of a commentary. Enjoy!

Fantasy High: Sophomore Year Live Reaction -HOOT GROWL BABY it's time. I didn't react to part one but wOW that one was crazy. Get ready for EMOTIONS :'(( -SIG FIG RESCUE MISSION lol #ontour -well ok brennan that canopy shit is scary as fuck -murph is still looking like riz -Zaphriel and Ayda!!!!!!! -"HOLD ME BACK GORGUG" i love u emily -Brennan I stg -Ayda is Gorgug's dad lol -oh shIT they're totally in the cottage -heLL YEAH AYDA!! -oh GOD figayda kiss? exceptional. -if ayda dies i WILL throw dice at Brennan -ok brennan make me cry then -GET THE VAN GORGUG -gorgug truly is the greatest wizard of this age -#hugeblueguy -aww zac oyama i love you -"semi-fallen" oH dEar -gorgug texts zelda IMMEDIATELY i love him -amaZING thank you zelda -"ew, creepy, hate that" -zaphriel is the best character you guys, what a homie -i keep forgetting ayda can fly. like she has wings. i know that. -AELWYN! -nOPE someone is coming through the forest and if it's arianwen i will kill cry -HANGMAN???? -HANGMAN!!!! HIS DOG!!!!! -HANGMAN NO I LOVE YOU YOU'RE THE CUTEST DOGGY -adaine i love you baby -"the weak yogurt man" -what high ranking devil??? -fabian you're adorable -aww fabian has a puppy!! (i get that the hangman is eight feet long don't @ me) -that's the first "the ball" -lou can never have the highest roll -BARDY BOYS -oop kristen and riz time -tracker? i barely even know her -chills, brennan. chills -someone in the chat just said "so did skrank fuck zelda?" -intense muSIC -nononononononono -ragh, tracker, and sandralynn better be all right -ooo a sTICK -HELL YEAH RETURN OF THE RIBBON DANCE -"riz weeps" holy shit i love him -"something bad always happens when we go off together" -#RIZTEN -awwoOOOOOOO -ayda can fly too! -absolutely FUCK this bridge ABOUT 30 MINUTES -poor ayda -please say they're ok brennan -"put your tongue baCK in your mouth" -sANDRA LYNN NO -"what kind of arrows" "you know what kind" fuCK OFF BRENNAN -if baxter dies i will cry -wait faerie fire is a cleric spell..? absolutely fuck me -ok aelwyn let's fuck shit up -calling the bank in the middle of this nightmare forest lol -heLL YEAH ZAPHRIEL -luck check luck check luck check -"y'all are going to turn into dragons" -fabian straight up cries? what a fucking rich kid -NO WAY HE HAD T H E COIN??? -REMOVE CURSE BABY -"nnOOO!" lmao -ally and brennan are in the chat -kristen's religion is REALLY coming in handy -the name was turned into the night yorb lol -"how's that axe feeling?" "..pretty light ;)" i love him -ayda can lift the axe??? exceptional -FIG IS KALINA? ABSOLUTELY RAD -brennan has created a place where illusions are real and emily is holding him TO IT -"do you have a dongle?" incredible -EMILY I LOVE YOU! KALINA IS A YOUTUBER BABY -wretchrot is baCK baby -aelwyn i love that -"i am a low quality child" "yeah ayda you're a bad kid" -"hey bitch" emily axford is a goddess -im sorry cOURT OF ELDERS? -NO I WILL CRY -ROLL INITIATIVE TIME -go OFF hangman -ooo some high initiatives babyyy -zac oyama is my favorite ever -"trackerrr" -brian as soon as emily was threatened said "how dare you" -brennan you FUCK "i'm awake for all of this" FUCK YOU -fig and her mommy issues: an album -absolutely FUCK THE TREE GUY -kick that wood elf BITCH ABOUT ONE HOUR -fuck him UP fabian, shit in his gODDAMN mOUTh -"SPRING BREAK YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER" -pleASE BRENNAN LET HIM SHOOT HER WITH THE TINCTURE -spRING break this is for the corn god -okay nevermind riz is holding his action -i love the intrepid heroes they're adorable -"ice feast" fucking love them so much -yES the ball thank GOD -brennan..? -"her rage ends" tracker = barbarian -FIRST NAT 20 BABY -"IT 100% WORKS BUT IT 50% WORKED" -that's the second "the ball" -bOOOOOOO BRENNAN -mad plans for the tree guy -sorry, is his name crAFTME ROOTDRINKER? -oh ok it's aelwyn we're fine -cone of cOLD baby i love aelwyn what a babe -you absolutely hate to see it -ragh my baby i love you -SPRING BREAK -tracker nO PLEASE -TRACKER JUST CRIT OH NO -brennan is really good at acting this btw -wait 14 on a crit??? i mean oH NO kRISTEN, bOO -disPEL MAGIC BABY -ALLY BEARDSLEY YOU ABSOLUTE GOD -aww kristennn is babyyy -tracker nooo don't cryyyy -you've sAVED your GIRLFRIEND -"some of us have already done that today" fig the sHADE -ally simply musT get new dex -absolutely fuck that brennan i don't need that vampire pixie -FUCK IT UP AYDA -FIGHT ME IN THE SKY! -"does a 29 hit?" daMN zac that absolute SHADE -53 DAMAGE?? CHEJ IS SO FUCKING STRONG -"goddamn paper lantern" -absolutely fuck you brennan -nevermind gorgug and adaine both passed the con saving throw -"i don't like you" lou really gets personally upset about this and i love that -nO NO NONONONO aelwyn and tracker are down -FUCK IT UP ADAINE -gdi brennan don't do this to us -ABSOLUTELY FUCK THE TREE -fig is straight up gonna kill her mom -this is scary as fuck -HANGMAN HAS A BREATH WEAPON AND YOU DIDN'T SAY SHIT??? CHOKE ON GRAPES BRENNAN -FUCK EM UP HANGMAN ABOUT 1 HOUR AND A HALF -wood elf is DOWN baby hoot growl -kristen thinks the elf is gak lol -23 DAMAGE??? AC OF 25??? ABSOLUTELY FUCK IT UP FABIAN -SHENANIGANS TIME FOR MURPH -HELL SECRET AGENT TIME -27??? RIZ YOU'RE THE HOTTEST -third the ball -imagine the ball is secretly SO HOT without the hat -YES BRENNAN GOT A NAT 1 EAT YOUR GODDAMN DICE -sweEET -fourth the ball (they've all been Lou cuz of course) -incredible turn murph -kalina is SO GOOD at skateboarding -#bloodphoto -KALINA HAS 23 WISDOM? absolutely fuck me -oh hELL YEAH FIG COUNTER THE COUNTER -emily is doing some SHIT right now you guys (fear spell) -DAMMIT that high as fuck wisdom -sorry WHAT she rips open sPACE??? -BABY BETTER SAVE THE GODDAMN DAY -let's go BABY -"mMMHHHHnnN leET ME tOUCh ItT" baby is fucking weird -"baby vs mommy" i love you siobhan -aelwyn better not DIE brennan -riz baby let's get it -trACKEr -nAT 1??? kristen is unCONSCIOUS?? -HUMAN DETERMINATION!!! THE GRIT BABY] -wait aura of life is badass!! they can't lose damage?? -okay scrap that we're gonna TURN UNDEAD and then MASS HEALING WORD? absolutely incredible -gorgug has so much goddamn health -FUCK THIS TREE DUDE -KILL IT AYDA LET'S GO -"her girl's side" *in lou voice* okAY bRENNNAn -second nat 1 but both of them re-rolled -GEM!!!! -LET'S GET GORTHALAX BABYYYY -"BIG DADDY" -ayda is so turned on lol -KILL IT CHEJ OKAYYYY -fuck this centaur -i'm so nervous -puT THOSE DICE DOWN BRENNAN -"you're gonna drop." shuT UP -riz is fULLY DEAD???? -i hate this. i hate this. i hate this. i hate this. i hate this. i hate this. -sHUT UP BRENNAN -baby is DEAD oh my GOD you absolutely hate to see it ABOUT 2 HOURS -nO NO NO NO NO NO NO PUT THAT CROWN AWAY BITCH -absolutely fuck me, the nightmare king is totally fucking back i hate myself -aww fabian is baby -hELL YEAH FABIAN SPRING BREAK -"i've lost one friend, that's too many" fabian is adorable -"that's a full ass miss, my guy" -sandra lynn just crit on chej :(((((( -14 damage is not very spring break of her (she did 28 but it was halved because gorgug is such a strong boyyy) -LET'S GO LOU -almost all of them are spellcasters wtf (only one who isn't is riz but he has a daily misty step) -fuck em up hangman -fUCK EM UP HANGMAN! d8 + 2d6 +8 i think -figaroth the unfaethable baby -THOSE ARE SOME SHENANIGANS FIG I LOVE IT (she's shattering the rubies to get a revivify diamond) -casts teleport??? aelwyn came here to FUCK -"i would love to teach you this spell" aww the abernant sisters liking each other is my new aesthetic -fuck em up adaine -you can hit the tree on a 12 babyyyyy -heLL YEAH 44 DAMAGE ADAINE IS STRONG NOW -kalina is not even that cool she just said "that's enough of that" in the most uncool way -2 down 3 to go! -omg wait it would be so badass if they could just remove curse on kalina -"Mr. The Insatiable" -ayda is such a sweetheart "i don't care if you want me to date your daughter but i do hope you love me" -"I LOVE THIS SONG" yes siobhan me too -on a DC 20 she got a 31!!!! consider my jeans creamed -SHRED BABY GIRL!!! -KILLIAN IS DEAD! RIZ IS ALIVE! -ayda is so turned on AHHH -I LOVE RIZ SO MUCH "am i interrupting something???" -fuck him UP chej! 3 hits, no crits -hell yeah mr. march!! oh sorry wrong series -a gROUP PROJECT i'm DEAD -someone in the chat called him "snac oyama" and you're rigHT -siobhan's straight fucking this tree UP -the spellcasters are like all out of spells at this point -fuck OFF arianwen. KILL YOUR MOM -"where's your father, aelwyn?" "last i saw, adaine killed him so *shrug*" i lOVE HER -FUCK THEM UP GORTHALAX -abolutely fuck the nightmare king -waIT GORTHALAX IS GONNA KILL THE NIGHTMARE KING -sidenote: fig calls gorthalax pops -dO IT BRENNAN kILL YOUR OWN BIG BAD -this treeant has GOT to be dead -NAT 1 on that attack?? SPRING BREAK BABY -no we haven't seen kalina in action brennan, and we do not want to -OH SHIT THE TIE! YOu just got FUCKed bRENnan eaT youR DICE -yeS AYDA ROAST HER -"GOTTEM!" -i'm sorry i just hallucinated, did you say 6 ATTACKS? -time to go VIRAL BABY -19 intelligence, 23 wisdom, 20 charisma for kalina? absolutely fuck me -riz just got kICKed! you absolutely hate to see it -GODDAMMIT -KALINA IS HOMOPHOBIC CONFIRMED ABOUT 2 AND A HALF HOURS -brennan be like "im about to kill this bird" -absolutely fuck me i hate this -let's go FIG -time to caTCH the bALL -murph has the same thinking face as riz and it's adorable -this is not very spring break brennan -DC 25 acrobatics check? c'mon faBIAN -29????? -fifth the ball (from the hangman) -"there's just something endearing about him" fabian loving his friends is adorable -absolutely fuck me that fire elemental is adorable -absolutely swaddle the ball -well hot take but fuck the nightmare king you guys -absolutely NOT brennan do NOT kill adaine you PSYCHO BITCH -PLEASE ADAINE LIVE -STRAIGHT DEAD? FULLY DEAD? FUCK OFF WITH THIS INSTAKILL SHIT BRENNAN -hell yeah ayda is back and kristen has the revivify diamond -aelwyn FULLY banished that unicorn -it's good to know ragh really doesn't want them to die -YES RAGH IS BACK BABY -fuck em up kristen -s/o to DND Beyond btw absolutely banger website -hell yeah mass healing word is awesome -clerics are GOOD you guys i should play more clerics -FUCK IT UP AYDA -SANDRA LYNN IS BACK BABY -skater chej is my favorite thing -aBSOLUTEly fuck the tree -i have no idea wHAT is happening ABOUT 3 HOURS -fuCK YOU nightmare king -i absolutely hate this battle but at least gorthalax is still standing -gorgug better split this gd tree -"what if we just kill kalina?" yeah zac it's that goddamn easy -brennan almost just fucked everyone -"does she want to borrow my teddy bear?" the SHADE -"MAKEOVERRR" i love you siobhan -this tree SUCKS -battlemaster is cool as fUCK SPRING BREAK -BARDY BOYS also i think that was a nat 20 -i can't imagine the thistlesprings watching the battle livestream and like worrying if gorgug is going to die -FUCK HER UP THE BALL -ABSOLUTE SHENANIGANS FROM MURPH! -with ADVANTAGE BABY -"has anyone seen my hat!?" keep it off baby you're HOT now -"mirrors negate mirrors" "i think oscar wilde said that" i love them -#hotrizweek? -holy shit fig is FUCKING THIS BATTLE UP -HELL YEAH KALINA ROLLS A NATURAL 2!!!! -hell yeah adaine is back and SO MUCH is happening that i'm like forgetting to write down my reactions -kill this woody motherfucker baby -the music is too lOUD -ok it's normal now -fuck em up gorgug -i'm sorry the chat is saying he did 90 DAMAGE?!?!?!? -KILL IT CHEJ ILY -fuck off brennan, absolutely fuck off -ABSOLUTELY FUCK OFF BRENNAN -gorthalax is FULLY DEAD? absolUTELY FUCK YOU -SAINT KRISTEN APPLEBEES -adaine has SOLVED THIS SHIT -god all the abernant names are confusing -fuck you kalina ABOUT 3 AND A HALF HOURS -BRENNAN I STG IF RAGH ENDS UP DEAD -hellish rebuke that bitch -c'MON faBIAN HIT that BITCH -wait is kalina a rogue and a druid? absolutely incredible -FUCK IT UP FABIAN -OMG THE HANGMAN BETTER FUCK THIS UP -YES THE BALL 31 DAMAGE -so the stream just ended. i'll say it again: absolutely fuck me -ok so we're back and kalina got fucked up -WHAT THE FUCK A NAT 20???????? YOU ABSOLUTELY LOVE TO SEE IT -ALLY WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THIS -I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS AND NEITHER CAN BRENNAN -MAGIC IS REAL AND SO IS MY ALLY -i can't believe this. eat your GOD damn DICE brennan! -OMG ARE THE NIGHTMARE KING AND THE GODDESS ONE AND THE SAME? -THEY ARE! THE NIGHTMARE KING IS THE NIGHTMARE QUEEN -brennan is CRAZY AHHHHH -brennan absolutely stop this tension -28 insight. brennan is fucked -GO TOWARDS HIM KRISTEN -YES!!!! PLEASE SAY THIS IS A GOOD THING -ALLY GOT A NAT 20 THEY BETTER BE RIGHT -fear. is. not. real. -this is just like the ending of moana -NO WAY BRENNAN I LOVE YOU (you wouldn't believe it from what i have said but it's true) -this is intense i'm about to cry -you're meeting god and you say "is it too early for this?" -LMAO 5'9" -Moral of the story: IDK and that's OK -ok ally make me cRy -HELL YEAH NEW SHIRT BABY -i'm so emotional -"well oBVIouslY cASsAndRa" i wish every deity had names as normal and human as cassandra -fuck them UP cassie -i love that tracker's just like "uh... babe?" -love having god in your corner -no more hangman puppy :((( -RIZTEN are the CUTEST i love them "i love all of them, riz the most, we know this" -"we still need the crown for our grade" FABIAN I LOVE YOU -"counselo- former counsel- i'm an assistant :(" why do y'all think this man is hot -KILL ARIANWEN -"she tried to hurt me in my shattered state?" "that's her MO" aww adaine my baby -HOLY SHIT PLEASE GIVE GILEAR ALL OF ARIANWEN'S MAGIC -GORGUG YOU SWEETHEART I LOVE YOU -cassandra throwing SHADE -ThE vANdS -aelwyn throwing SHADE -AWW RAGH I LOVE YOU BABY brennan lives another day -"a big bug gave me a riddle" that is NOT what happened -aww the hirelings are all crying and i DO NOT stan -hell YEAH cassandra OH I STOPPED KEEPING TRACK OF TIME IT'S BEEN OVER 4 HOURS -hELL YES HANGVAN -i love you fabian -nO IS CHUNGLE DOWN BIM REAL? -maybe the real chungle down bim is the friends we made along the way -GARTHY i love them -arthuR aGUEFORT - absolutely wild -ayda and arthur is crazy -"snOGGING THE HEADMASTER'S DAUGHTER ARE WE?" -awww that is so smooth fig "you don't need to make me the most magnificent creature because it seems you already have" -ARTHUR PULLS THROUGH -garthy is a cutie i love how they care so much for ayda -oH FUCK ME garthy is ayda's child from her previous life -"your girlfriend's daughter fucked your mom!" goddammit siobhan i can't handle this -if they fail i will cry -CHRONOMANCY!? absolutely fuck me -"professor principal headmaster aguefort" -hell yeah arthur you're killing it -faelwyn? absolutely can't handle it -aww kristen is baby -jawbone and sandra lynn are ok? amazing -jawbone is the best character -"our parents are great" kill me why don't you siobhan -AWWW FUCKING STOP BRENNAN WITH THESE GIFTS -i just cried he wants to adopt her -"you're easy to love" jawbone is fUCKING me up -LYDIA BARKROCK what a badass i love her already -"a pheonix whom everyone she touches is reborn better" fuck off emily -gorgug is a cutie <3 <3 -ABSOLUTELY KICK SKRANKS BIRD ASS -GORGUG CONFIRMED FUCKS -riz is a dork i love him -who knew "you're so much like your father" could make me feel like that -GILEAR IS MOVING THE FUCK IN BABY -GILEAR WITH SELF CONFIDENCE IS MY AESTHETIC -aww jawbone gave ayda autism books? jawbone is the sweetest to ayda cuz OF COURSE HE IS -AYDA GETS HER SPELL!!! -Ayda's Comprehend Subtext is the cutest spell ever -adaine and fig's friendship is too cute -craig has always been down for everything. i don't know craig but i love him -YES HOOT GROWL HOOT GROWL I'M SO PROUD OF RAGH -"BAD KIDS FOR LIFE" RAGH IS A CUTIE -NO FAELWYN IS REALLY HAPPENING I CAN'T -fabian's laugh is so cute -i love how nervous fabian is -WAIT FABIAN AND AELWYN ABSOLUTELY WILL FUCK? -fabian's gonna get his KISSES IN -aww i get how hyped figayda is but they are truly so adorable -weLL EMILY AXFORD I WILL LET YOU HURT ME LIKE THAT -they said i love you :((( -tracker only deserves the best -TRACKER'S GOING TO FALLINEL? I LOVE HER -ragh is going too? gay road trip! -that's adorable -ABSOLUTELY NOT BRENNAN FUCK OFF DO NOT SAY THE NIGHT YORB IS GONNA BE THE NEXT VILLAIN -BRENNAN NO YOU BITCH I HATE YOU THE NIGHT YORB IS THE VILLAIN OF JUNIOR YEAR? -that was crazy. i cried, i laughed. i am fuCKING HYPED FOR CROWN OF CANDY AND JUNIOR YEAR GANG!

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theatrelove3000 · 4 years

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Would and Will

I went through a phase where I loved the idea of the Avengers going out to party so I have a few that are similar. This one was written not long after Hey Baby. I also wrote smut with this one but I didn’t include it in this copy of the fic.

Background: Noelle and Loki were “Bound” by a witch in Alfheim after a battle they fought in. This means that the witch split each of their souls in half and one half switched places. Noelle has half of Loki’s soul and vise versa. They can feel each others emotions and hear each others thoughts Noelle is also Half Asgardian, half Midgardian. Her father is Tyr and her mother is of Midgard.

Summary: Noelle and Loki go out partying with the Avengers and spend the day in their apartment the day after. They even have a guest.

Warnings: Implied smut, swearing probaby, fluffy fluff fluff.

Would and Will

Noelle POV:

Loki and I are laughing hysterically as we stumble into our room at Stark Tower. He catches my arm before I fall down completely and starts chuckles at the face I make. I slip off my five inch heels and just sit on the floor with my back to the dresser and pull him to sit down with me. He is unbuttoning his shirt as I lay my head on his shoulder.

The Avengers happened to all be off duty at the same time so they decided that we must all go out and spend a little "family time", as Tony called it, together. We found a really cool bar not far from the Tower and decided to go. Loki didn't want to go, he would have preferred to sit at home and be antisocial with his books but Thor and I managed to convince him to come along. All the Avengers met in the lobby and were driven in a limo by Happy to the bar. Of course, Tony had offered to buy out the bar for the night but Pepper told him it would be good if we had some social interaction with people not on the team.

We had a blast. We drank, we danced, we laughed. By the end of the night, Steve and Nat were all over each other and at that point, we decided to take our leave. The car wouldn't start and eventually Nat looked at all of us and says, "Guys, we have saved the world how many times? We can walk the 3 blocks back to the Tower." Then loops her arm through Clint's and starts walking back to the Tower. Now, imagine a group of 12 drunk adults that are famous for their powers walking down the street, hanging all over each other. Wanda is on Vision's back, Steve and Bucky have their arms around each other, Thor has his arms around Bruce and Loki's shoulders while Loki is holding my hand, and Nat and Clint follow Pepperony. Tony and Pepper seem to be the least intoxicated of all of us and are walking arm in arm like the power couple of the century as they lead the way back to Stark Tower. All of us were goofing off and darting around like kids on a field trip and just laughed loudly the whole walk home. The only thing I can say, other than I had more fun with my friends tonight than I have had in a long time, is thank goodness we were walking back at around two in the morning because we were in no shape to deal with people coming up to us and ask for pictures.

Loki nudges me, bringing me back to reality. "Hello? Where did you go?"

"Sorry, sorry. What were you saying?"

"I was thanking you for forcing me to attend. Though I hate to admit it, I had a splendid time."

I grin and curl into his side, "I'm so glad!"

His arms snake around me and pull me onto his lap and I get slightly light headed. He laughs and wraps an arm around my back before I fall over. "I also," he adds in my ear, "thoroughly enjoyed Midgardian dancing."

I blush and giggle nervously. I remember him asking about dancing on Earth when we were on Asgard when I first got there but he never really experienced it, except what he saw in my head.

"I'm happy I got to show you then." I tell him with a teasing smile.

"As much as I adore Asgard, I could definitely grow accustomed to residing here on this planet." He lays his head on top of mine.

"So you think Earth could be your home, then?"

"No," He replies quietly, "I said I could reside here. My home is wherever you are, darling."

My vision gets misty and I kiss his jaw. He turns my head and captures my lips with his. My arms wrap around his neck. My fingers tangle themselves in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper. He lifts me up and carries me to the bed. He never breaks the kiss. He lays me down, climbing on top of me. I push his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders and toss it to the floor, running my hands over his chiseled chest and arms. His mouth finally moves from mine but never leaves my skin, trailing down my cheek, my ear, my neck, my throat.

"Loki," I sigh quietly in his ear. It only makes him more forceful.

He pulls one strap of my dress down and just as he goes for the zipper there is a knock at the door. He ignores it at first but the knocking becomes more persistent. He groans, letting his head fall on my shoulder before standing and takes a deep breath before opening the door.

"Brother! I have found you! Why have you snuck away? You are supposed to be in the glass box thing because you tried to kill New York." At this point I can't help but laugh at Thor's drunken state and I can see Loki is trying to keep it together. I stand up and walk over to Thor. But before I could say anything, "LADY NOELLE! When did you get here?! Has Loki kidnapped you? For shame, Brother!"

Loki just loses his cool in every sense of the term. He has to sit down on the floor so he doesn't fall over while poor humongous Thor looks very confused indeed.

"Thor, why don't we take a walk? We can catch up a bit before I see the Avengers tomorrow."

His face changes from confusion to childish delight and he offers me his arm. I take it and escort him to his room, explaining that I have been an Avenger, along with Loki, for a while now. He starts tearing up because of how proud he is of his brother. When we finally reach his room, I put him to bed the way I have seen his mother do when he was a child through memories of her and walk out, turning off the lights. He is snoring before I close the door.

I shut the door to Thor's room but before I could turn around, I feel an arm around my waist and a hand over my mouth so I don't scream. My body tenses and I start to try and escape the person's grasp.

"Don't scream, it's me." Loki whispers in my ear. I calm a bit in his grip and he moves his hand from my mouth down my body, ending at my hip.

"Don't relax, too much, darling. I'm not done with you yet." He growls in my ear. I turn around in his arms and pull his face to mine.

'Jump.' He whispers into my mind. I do as I'm told and wrap my legs around his waist. He walks us back to our room and locks the door behind him.

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Loki POV:

The sun is streaming into the room when I awaken. I slowly become aware of my body and the pain thundering through my head, then the little body next to me, breathing lightly.

I roll onto my side and pull her into my chest, burying my face in her hair. She makes a small sound and cuddles into me, pulling my arm tighter around her. I smile and start to go back to sleep when someone knocks on the door.

Loudly.

So much for that plan.

The knocking makes Noelle stir and groan. I put a hand on her waist to still her before getting up to address the knocking. Pulling on my pants, I make my way to the door. Upon opening it, I see the blonde-haired buffoon of a brother standing before me.

I roll my eyes at him, shutting the door. Before I can get it all the way closed, Thor wedges his foot into the open space and forces his way in with loud, boisterous laughter. I shush him but it's no use. The man has no volume control.

I hear Noelle move in the bed and turn to see her open her eyes. The light in the room must have made the headache that I can feel she has worse because she moans, swears and turns her face into the pillow. Looking back at Thor, I notice the blush on his face as he saw the state she was in. In most relationships a man has with his brother, if the man were to walk in to find a naked woman in his brother's bed, he would congratulate him.

Unless this man sees the woman in his brother's bed as a sister. Then it is more amusing for said brother to watch the man embarrass himself.

I chuckle at the face he makes. "Have you learned your lesson on barging into someone's room unannounced?" I ask him softly. He nods but stays put, not picking up on my hint to take his leave.

"My apologies, Brother. I came to collect you both for breakfast but it seems as though you will be skipping it."

"Thor, sweetie, if you don't shut the hell up I will punch you in the throat." Noelle's muffled voice says from the bed. I laugh and immediately regret it because of the glare I receive. Thor shuts his mouth and leaves the room as I crawl back over to Noelle.

"How are you feeling, darling?" I whisper as quietly as I can.

"Shhh, that was way too loud. You're practically screaming." She says covering my mouth with one hand and putting the other to her temple, shutting her eyes.

I contain another laugh and pull her to me, laying my hand on her head where her hand was before. I hear her sigh in relief and I know the spell is working. I smile at her and stroke her silky hair.

We must have fallen asleep again because the next time I open my eyes, she is gone. When she walks back in she is in my button up from last night and a pair of sleep shorts. She has two plates in one hand, and two containers of water in the other. Seeing me awake, she kisses me and hands me a plate along with the oddly shaped water container. I look at the plate and am delighted to find my favorite Midgardian food: pizza.

"Good morning, dove." I say to her as she climbs back into the bed beside me as I sit up to take the food and drink.

"I think you mean afternoon. It's nearly one in the afternoon." She giggles then winces slightly.

"Still have a headache, then?" I ask her, moving some hair out of her eyes.

"It isn't as bad as it was this morning. I need to eat before I decide whether or not to take something for the pain. What about you?" She asks, reaching over the bedside table to retrieve what she calls the remote for the Television, "Are you as hungover as the rest of us?"

I chuckle and shake my head, "I may have been a bit ill this morning but I recovered quickly."

She rolls her eyes playfully and I pull her into my side. I drape one arm around her shoulders and she curls into my side. She turns on a show about a man in New Jersey who makes cakes that look like things. She seems happy so I am glad to watch it with her.

Her little device that she keeps trying to talk me into getting begins to buzz. She picks it up to look at it and smiles. She shows me that she received a message from Steve that is an image of his lover, Bucky. In this image, Bucky is laying halfway off the leather sofa in the living room of the Tower. His legs are on the sofa but the majority of his body is halfway off of it, his dark locks spilling about him on the floor. He looks to be asleep. It is a rather funny image for the normally brooding man.

The little thing makes a noise again and she reads the message she received from the Spiderling.

"Peter would like to come hang out with us, if you are alright with that. Tony isn't here to entertain him and though he loves the others, it's hard for him to be around them without fangirling too much."

"I only understood about a third of what you said but I do know that I rather like the little Spiderling. He may come in here if he wishes but I do request that you put on some clothes." I tell her as I glance down at her bare legs. The shorts barely go down passed her arse. I am the only one allowed to see that and I would like to keep it that way. Noelle chuckles at my thought but stands up and finds some pants, muttering, "So possessive." Under her breath.

Before I realize what I did, I am right behind her and snake my arms around her waist, earning a squeal of surprise from her. "I am possessive;" I breathe in her ear, "I was never one to share." I kiss her neck right under her ear. She reaches up behind her and runs her fingers through my hair, sighing. This only makes the fire flare up more.

Before I can do anything else, she pulls away and puts some clothing on. Just as she finishes with her jeans, the little Spiderling walks in. He knocks first but doesn't wait for an answer. I suppose he could hear what was happening with his Peter-Tingle or whatever his Aunt and the Avengers have taken to calling it.

"Hi, Pete. You bored with Steve and Bucky?" She wraps her arm around his shoulders in a side hug. He puts his head on her shoulder and arm around her torso, hugging back. It looks a bit funny because he has to bend down because of her height. He certainly isn't tall in any sense in the word but she isn't either.

"No, they just aren't as fun as you and-" he stops suddenly as we make eye contact, "MR. LOKI!" he shouts, causing Noelle to wince as he jumps away from her side as though she had electrocuted him. I smirk at him as I read what had caused him to panic. He thought I would become jealous of him touching My Noelle. Silly boy.

"Hello, Little Spiderling. How are you? Feeling a bit guilty, are we?" I do my best to keep from laughing at the shade of red his face turns.

"He's kidding, Peter. Ignore him." I look at Noelle, who knows what I am doing, as usual, and has an eyebrow raised at me. She is very protective of the boy. Understandably so considering all that he has been through for a child of his age.

Peter Parker glances at me skeptically before returning to Noelle's side, slightly behind her this time, I notice. Noelle giggles and drags him to the sofa in our room that is not far from the bed. She sits next to the boy in a way that made him feel protected but also invites me to sit beside her.

With a snap of my fingers, I have a dark green t-shirt on top of the black sleep pants Noelle had bought me for situations like the one we were in this morning. I make my way over to the seat and pull her into my side as she flicks through the shows and argues with Peter on what they should watch. They eventually settle on a show I have never seen before. Probably for good reason, too. It is called Once Upon A Time. It seems that Noelle has a bit of a crush on one of the characters: a pirate by the name of Captain Hook or Killian Jones as the blonde lead calls him.

The show is interesting enough, full of magic and mystery and adventure. Nothing compared to the books I read but very good considering it's Midgardian origin.

By the time the fifth season of the show is over, Noelle has fallen asleep with her back to my chest, face turned into my neck, and Peter Parker sleeps with his head in her lap. I decide to let Peter sleep there and create an illusion of Noelle and myself so as to not disturb his slumber until I get Noelle situated. I lift her easily into my arms and her arms instinctively snake around my neck. I lay her down in the bed and cover her with the green sheets before returning to the boy.

I am rather skilled in moving sleeping people, considering I have moved Noelle as she slumbers often, so he does not awake as I rearrange him so he may be more comfortable and cover him with the blanket Noelle keeps on the back of the sofa. I send a message to the Avengers to tell them where he is so they do not panic at not finding him in his room. As soon as I am sure Peter is comfortable and sound asleep, I return to my own bed, where Noelle has awoken and is sitting there, watching me care for the child.

I spot her grinning at me and crawl over to her, casting a silencing spell around the bed as I do, so our talking does not wake Peter.

"Why did you not make it known to me that you were awake?" I whisper, though I know that it does not matter how loud I am. The spell is strong enough to cover screams.

"I wanted to watch you be a mom without disturbing you." She giggles and pulls herself across the bed to reach me. She doesn't need to work that hard. As soon as she is close enough, I wrap my arms around her waist and drag her to me. We sit together like that for a moment before what she called me registers fully.

"Darling, did you call me a mom?" I ask, smiling down at her.

"I did," she laughs, "that's what you were just doing. You were moming the 'Little Spiderling.'"

"I was not aware that caring for youth was considered parenting in this Realm."

She smirks, "What you just did was more than caring for him. You sat there to make sure he was asleep and rubbed his hair as you walked away."

I was not aware that I did that. I think about it for a moment. It is not as though I do not know how to parent a child. I had a son before but he never grew to be Peter's age. I do miss him everyday.

"You miss being a dad. It's understandable, Loki. It's a terrible thing to lose a child, especially the way you lost Nari." The sound of his name coming from Noelle's voice calms my raging mind. I turn my head and kiss her. She is cautious but eventually gives in. I lay down, pulling her on top of me. She pulls away for air and rests her head on my chest, her hand over my heart. I play with her fingers with one hand and draw patterns on her back with the other. She smiles slightly and I feel love course through our connection.

"Would you marry me?" I say softly.

She stops moving for a moment before replying.

"Yes."

I grin. I feel her confusion through the connection. She thinks that was a very uncharacteristic way for me to prop- "Darling, do you think so little of me to believe that was a proposal?"

She looks up at me with a raised eyebrow. "Is that not what that was?"

I chuckle, "I asked if you would marry me, not will you marry me. There is a difference."

"You cannot be serious." She laughs.

I give her a serious look, "Dead serious." She giggles, I pull her tighter into my side, "Believe me, Love. When I propose to you, you will know." I kiss her forehead and feel the joy and adoration vibrate through her to me.

I begin humming and she falls asleep quickly. I follow soon behind her, hearing her slow steady breathing, feeling at home.

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silverarmedassassin · 4 years

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Day Six: A Christmas Date

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (College AU) Word Count: 4269 - sorry this one kind of got away from me whoops Summary: Bucky is desperate to find a date for his fraternity's Christmas party. You happen to stumble into the conversation at the wrong time. Or is it?

A/N: And we’re back! I’ve had a really rough past couple of days and couldn’t get any writing done, so I’m going to be playing catch up for the next few days. I hope to have days 7, 8 and 9 all out by tomorrow evening, but we’ll see. I have tomorrow off so I’ll have plenty of time to write and edit what I already have written! Enjoy!

2019 Christmas Masterlist

“Come on Stevie. Peggy has to have at least one cute single friend she can hook me up with!”

Steve looks over the top of the espresso machine he’s working with and glares at Bucky. His best friend is currently sulking over his coffee at the pick-up counter as he complains about this week’s girl issues. “Buck, I’m working.”

“But Dot’s gonna be there with her new boyfriend! If I show up alone, I’m gonna look like a total loser!”

“You’re going to look like a loser no matter what you do,” your voice chimes in as you walk up next to Bucky at the counter. You smile at Steve as he starts to prepare your usual order, and Bucky grumbles into his coffee. “What’s this one crying about now?”

“His fraternity is hosting a Christmas party and he doesn’t have a date. Word is Dottie’s gonna be there and Bucky’s freaking out.”

“Ahh,” you hum as you lean on your elbows and look towards Bucky. “What happened to the girl - was it Misty? - that’s been hanging around the past few weeks?

He glares at you as he straightens up. “It was Mandy. And we wanted...different things.”

“Oh, so she wanted something serious and you just wanted to get your dick wet?”

Bucky nearly chokes on his coffee, and you’re sure you’re going to have to call an ambulance on Steve for how hard he’s laughing. You can’t help but chuckle yourself as he leans over the counter to fist bump you between his wheezing.

“You know Buck,” Steve says as he attempts to steady himself, “you should take Y/N!”

“What!?” you and Bucky exclaim at the same time. Bucky in a panic and you shocked that Steve would even drag you into the situation.

“Yea! She knows you’re a terrible date, and she can put up with your shit. Plus, there’d be no,” Steve wiggles his eyebrows then, “expectations at the end of the night. And she’s the only one in the group that’s single.”

You scoff and cross your arms. “What about Carol? She’s not seeing anyone.”

“Everyone knows Carol is gay. It’d be too unbelievable.” Steve shrugs his shoulders like his suggestion is the obvious answer.

Bucky was quiet throughout the entire exchange while he fought his own internal battle. On one hand, he’d been considering asking you to be his date. Not out of desperation, but because he truly wanted to spend time with you, show you off not just to Dot, but to everyone.

But on the other hand, the sensible, realistic hand, he knew you’d laugh in his face if he’d ask you. Not that you were cruel, it was just that your friendship hadn’t always been as carefree and easy as it was now. Plus, he didn’t want to use you of all people to rub in Dot’s face.

The party was in less than eight hours, however, and he was getting a little bit desperate. Maybe Steve bringing up the date could really save him.

Fuck it, Bucky thinks to himself, I’m just gonna ask her.

“Yea! Come on, Y/N, be my date!” He puts on his best pouty face and bats his ridiculously long eyelashes at you. “Pleeeeease? Can’t you pretend you don’t hate me for just one night? I’ll buy you your coffee for an entire week straight. Please!”

“Okay! Okay, okay, you’re making a scene,” you shush Bucky as his pleas grow louder, drawing the attention of those sitting closest to the counter. “I’ll go with you, just stop!”

Bucky stops pouting and gives you an exasperated look. “Wait, really? You’ll really go with me?” He tries not to let the excitement seep through his tone.

You shrug nonchalantly. “It’s been a while since I’ve been to a good party. Plus, I’m never going to pass up free alcohol.”

Bucky bites his lip in an attempt to hold back a smile, but his excitement is too much to contain. “Yes!” he says as he punches the air. “You don’t know how much you’re saving my ass, really I-”

He’s cut off when his phone starts to vibrate. Pulling it out of his pocket, he looks back to you and Steve. “Listen, I gotta run,” he says as he starts backing up towards the front door. “I’ll pick you up at your place at 5:30, okay?”

Before you can respond, Bucky is planting a chaste kiss to the side of your head and running out of the coffee shop. You sigh as you lean back and watch him through the shop’s windows.

“You know, if you could just keep it in his pants for more than a day, maybe he could find someone to commit it.”

Steve slides your drink over the counter towards you as his best friend disappears down the street towards campus. “Yea,” he says, turning his gaze on the back of your head. “But I think the girl he’s really interested in is too far out of reach for him.”

You turn and grab your coffee and shrug. “I better get going too. You have a job to do and I have a dress to go buy! Thanks, Stevie!”

You wave as you make your way towards the front door, and Steve just shakes his head. “They’re such idiots,” he says under his breath before turning his attention back to his work.

When 5:20 p.m. rolls around, you’re standing in front of the mirror in your room, twirling side to side so that you can examine your dark purple, crushed velvet dress. The skirt, as your roommate Natasha described it, is a nice flirty length, falling midthigh. Although not too revealing, the dress still revealed enough skin on top to be a little hazardous. With the neckline scooping to just above the valley of your breasts, and the back going down just as far, you felt

“Are you sure this is okay?” you ask as you examine your backside again.

Natasha, who is sprawled out on your bed, sighs and looks up from her chemistry textbook for the fifteenth time in as many minutes. “I told you, it’s perfect. You’re going to have every guy at that party begging on their knees for your attention.”

You make eye contact through the mirror but quickly avert your gaze. “Yeah, but what will Buc-”

“What will Bucky what?” Natasha interrupts you as she sits up fully. “It’s just Bucky. Since when does his opinion on what you do or wear matter?”

You bite your lip. She’s right, it is just Bucky. But that was the problem. You’re not sure when just Bucky started causing your stomach to do somersaults and your heart feel like it was going to explode in your chest.

It’s not like you hadn’t known Bucky for almost three years. It’s not like you had fallen for his devilishly handsome looks the moment he stepped foot into your freshman English class. Or his ridiculous charm when you accidentally ran into him in the dorm hallway one morning when you were running late for class.

And it’s not like you’ve spent the last four years burying those feelings under every ounce of willpower you had. No, it’s just Bucky and his opinion doesn’t matter at all.

Except it does.

A knock on your front door draws you from your thoughts and does nothing to calm the cage of butterflies that had been released in your tummy the second you’d agreed to go to this party.

Natasha jumps off the bed and out into the living room. “Coming!” she sing-songs as she makes her way to the front door. “What a gentleman, coming to meet the parents before he takes ya on a date.”

“Nat” you grumble as you grab your bag and phone from your dresser. With one final look in the mirror, you sigh and turn off the light. Here goes nothing.

As you emerge from the hall, Natasha has already ushered Bucky into the apartment. Your steps falter a little when you catch a glimpse of him. He’s wearing your favorite red Henley and dark jeans combo with his worn leather jacket thrown over the top.

He catches your movement out of the corner of his eye and turns to look at you. A shy smile creeps across his face as he tunes whatever Natasha had been talking about with him out. She picks up on this, because she turns to look at you too.

“Oh goody!” she claps before pulling her phone from her back pocket. “Get together kids, I need to document this moment! It’s like you’re going to prom!”

“Nat,” you hiss as you make your way towards the door.

“Just one picture. We need to document the one and only time James Barnes has clean hair and looks like a right gentleman!”

One picture turns into five different staged photos, and before you know it Bucky is pulling at your arm to get you out the door. “I’m sorry Tasha, but we really have to go!”

“Be safe, kids! Use protection! I don’t any any grandbabies yet!!” Natasha calls after you, wheezing as she does so. You were going to kill her when you get home tonight.

You take a deep breath as Bucky pulls up in front of the massive fraternity house. The white colonial-style home, complete with columns and a beautiful front porch, was far too nice for a group of college-aged men to living, breaking and...doing god knows what.

“Nervous?” Bucky asks from the driver’s seat. He doesn’t dare rip his gaze from the line of cars in front of his.

“No,” you say far too quickly to be convincing. Why the hell were you so nervous?! “Are you?”

Bucky shrugs then and unbuckles his seatbelt. “First time seeing Dot since the breakup. It’s not my idea of a great party.” He turns to look at you then, a soft smile playing on his face. “But I’ve got a beautiful date to make me feel a little better.”

You roll your eyes and unbuckle your own belt. “Shut up,” you grumble as you shove the car door open. It’s like he knew exactly what to say to get under your skin and right to the butterflies.

Before you can even make it out of the car, Bucky is around to your side holding the door like the gentleman he isn’t. He sheepishly smiles when you give him a look and shrugs it off.

“Gotta make it look believable,” he says with a laugh.

As the two of you make your way to the front door, Bucky is stopped by a few of the guys. Fortunately, you know most of them since your group of friends spends a decent amount of time together, so no introductions are needed. A few of them do, however, side-eye you for a moment before patting Bucky on the back in a congratulatory manner. You try to brush it off as guys just being guys.

When you finally reach the far-too-grand front door, complete with an old-fashioned knocker, Bucky stops.

“Are you okay with me touching you?” he asks shyly.

“What?!”

“Not like...Y/N! I mean like, holding your hand, and dancing. You know, like boyfriend things.”

Please, you yell inside your head. Outwardly, you keep your calm.

“Get enough alcohol in me,” you say as you pat his scruffy cheek, “you can do whatever you’d like.”

If you’re going to make it believable, you might as well embrace the part, right?

Bucky practically chokes on his own tongue. “Right. Uh, shall we?” he says as he motions towards the door.

He guides you through the foyer and into the main room of the house where bodies were spilling out into the hall and into the smaller library and sitting rooms, hand firmly planted on your lower back. It seems like every other person you pass wants his attention, but he’s focused on getting the two of you into the heart of the party, probably to camouflage himself so Dot wouldn’t spot him.

“Hey. Bucky!” Christopher, who you know as the fraternity’s president, waves at Bucky from around a box of store-bought chicken. “I know you helped all day, but can you give me a hand with the rest of the food? It just got delivered.”

Bucky looks between you and Chris and sighs. “I’m really sorry,” he starts, shoulder dropping in defeat knowing he can’t possibly say no. He is one of the biggest and strongest of the brothers and was used to getting called upon to do the heavy lifting around the house.

“It’s fine,” you say waving him off. “I’m going to get a drink. Want your usual?”

He smiles at this and nods. “I’ll be back in five, promise!”

You watch him jog out the door Chris had just emerged from, and you turn to make your way to the kitchen. It was quieter, not as many bodies lingering around, so you decide you’ll camp out in there until Bucky comes back.

You’re just grabbing a beer for Bucky and wine cooler for yourself when a familiar voice calls your name.

“It is you!” Dot says when you turn around to see who was beckoning you. She hurries over and gives you a tight squeeze like it hadn’t been three months since she broke the heart of one of your best friends. Like she hadn’t destroyed the one person who’s happiness sometimes meant more to you than your own.

Taking one look at her, you suddenly feel very self-conscious. She’s an absolute vision in a deep evergreen dress that falls just above her knee. One thing you’d always loved about Dot was her effortless, vintage style. The dress screamed the 1940s and was something that would have made you look like you were in costume.

Her red hair was curled to perfection and framed her striking features perfectly. You were silly to think that Bucky would ever feel anything towards you when he had dated her for nearly four years. The encounter had you second-guessing why you’d even agreed to come to this party in the first place.

“How have you been? I miss seeing your smiling face every day!” Dot says cheerfully. In her typical energetic way, she doesn’t give you time to respond. “You look beautiful by the way! That color really suits you!”

“Not as beautiful as you,” a man you don’t recognize says as he walks up and wraps his arms around Dot’s middle.

“Oh hush,” she giggles as she leans into the kiss he plants on the side of her head. You shift your weight from side-to-side, uncomfortable with the exchange in front of you. It must catch Dot’s attention because she snaps out of the love bubble she had been in and looks back to you.

“Oh! I’m so rude! Y/N, this is Danny. Danny, Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Danny says as he extends one hand away from Dot to shake yours. You give a tight smile and return the gesture.

“Y/N and I ran in the same group for a while at the beginning of college. But, you know, life got in the way. It’s so nice to see you, though! I don’t think I ever saw you at one of these parties back when...” she just shrugs and decides not to finish the thought.

“Things change, I guess,” you awkwardly laugh.

Before things can get any more awkward, Bucky comes in through the door calling your name. He doesn’t see Dot and Danny at first, and so bounds over to you in two quick strides before wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“I guess they do,” Dot says as she watches Bucky pull you closer into his side.

You want to preen at the obvious change in tone, an almost bitterness lacing her words now, but you know it’s just for show and she has nothing to actually be bitter about. This is the exact reason Bucky had even wanted you to come with him, and at least for his sake, it was working. Without thinking, you wrap an arm around his solid, broad middle.

“Dot!” Bucky exclaims in his smooth, confident tone you’d come to love. Bucky was nothing if not confident with the ladies, which is why he had a new one almost every week since the duo had broken up. He was also a great actor. You know for a fact that this confidence was just a front. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Surprise,” she says, pulling Danny’s arms a little tighter around her middle. Her gaze lingers on Bucky’s fingers as they start absentmindedly tracing shapes along your velvet-sleeved arm. “I didn’t know you two were...together.”

You can feel the rumble in his chest as he laughs. “Surprise!”

The tension in the room is so thick you could cut it with a dull knife. You look up at Danny who is glancing back and forth between Bucky and Dot, obviously not knowing what was going on. Unable to stand the awkward tension, you pat Bucky’s side gently to gain his attention.

“I’m, uh, gonna run to the restroom. Come find me when you’re done in here?”

Bucky glances at you and swallows hard. His eyes are pleading you to stay, but there’s nothing you can do to remedy the situation. Just like you’d told him on the way over, if he ever really wanted to let this go, he was going to have to talk to her sooner or later.

You take pity on him though and lean up to kiss his cheek. “I’ll be gone for just a few,” you whisper before releasing your grip on him and making towards the hallway.

When you emerge from the bathroom three minutes later, you can hear yelling over the music. As you make your way back towards the kitchen, you come to find that it was Bucky and Dot who was the source of the commotion.

Everyone has cleared out of the kitchen now, including Danny, so you choose to stay away. Deciding you’d rather not hang awkwardly around waiting for Bucky, and not feeling like striking up a conversation with anyone you know, you head out to the front porch. Luckily the weather has been mild this year, so you won’t freeze while you wait for Bucky to come to find you.

Ten minutes went by, then twenty, and you start getting a little antsy. There’s no way he was still in there talking with Dottie.

Despite the faux-date, you had been hoping to spend some time with Bucky. You thought that since he’d asked, begged you to come with that he would at least keep you on his arm while he made his rounds. But it was starting to look like that was not going to happen.

You check the time again and sigh, deciding that you’ll just call Natasha or even Clint to come to pick you up. You didn’t feel like wandering around the party by yourself, and you didn’t want to ask Bucky to leave in the middle just to take you home.

You shoot a quick text to Bucky to let him know what was going on, told him you weren’t feeling well and Natasha was coming to pick you up. It wasn’t completely a lie, just not the whole truth either. You call Nat and luckily she’s in the middle of a study break and agrees to come to get you in fifteen.

You wait for a text from Bucky, hoping it would be him telling you not to go, but it never comes. So when Natasha pulls up, you decide to leave the party, and hopefully your feelings for Bucky behind.

You’re awoken at 3:30 a.m. by your phone buzzing. You pointedly ignore it and turn over and try to go back to sleep. As soon as the call ends, another comes in immediately. You huff and roll back over, angrily yanking the phone from its place on your nightstand. Bucky Boy the caller id reads.

Before your tired brain can process what’s going on, the call ends and another immediately starts back up. “Hello?” you rasp into the phone, throat dry with disuse.

“Y/N!” Bucky slurs into the phone, obviously drunk. It startles you for a moment before you remember that he doesn’t need to drive anywhere since he lives at the frat house. “You left me at the party.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh, definitely not wanting to have this discussion with drunk Bucky, let alone sober Bucky. “I wasn’t feeling well so I came home.”

“But you looked so pretty and I didn’t even getta tell ya. I didn’t even getta dance with you!” You can hear him pouting through the phone and you can’t help but give a silent laugh.

“Buck, you’re drunk. Go to sleep.”

“No!” he shouts defiantly like a child. “Ya gotta listen to me, Y/N. Dottie...Dot, she tried to tell me that I didn’t really like you, that she could see through our facade. At first I got real mad, because that’s not what wasna sposed to happen. She was supposed to see us together, because it’s us, and get real jealous.

“But ya know what, Y/N, she was always jealous of you. ‘Cause you’re smart and caring, and funny and nice, and,” he stops to hiccup then. “And you’re jus so beautiful, ya know? She should be jealous of you because she’s not you and you’re you, ya know? And I know you’re gonna try and tell me I’m jus saying this ‘cause I’m drunk, but I’m not!”

Your head starts to spin a little as he continues talking. Every other word is slurred worse than before, which helps remind you of the fact that, yes, he is just saying this because he’s drunk. He’s drunk and upset about Dot so he’s projecting. It’s the only thing that makes sense.

“Ya know, I still remember that first day in English. I stumbled in half asleep and late and the seat next to you was the first one I saw. I hated it because it was in the front - I mean come on Y/N, who sits in the front of the classroom! - and vowed to never sit there again, but I did. I did every day for the rest of the semester and I’m so glad I did.

“You know why Dot doesn’t like you? Because I think she figured it all out before me. She broke up with me because she knew she wasn’t ever gonna live up to you. And I hate myself for only being able to tell you this while I’m drunk, but please, in the morning, make me say it again, okay? Because I like you and I think the feeling is mutual, but I’ve always been too scared to say something.

“And then stupid Dot came along and she was safe. I couldn’t ruin a friendship if there wasn’t one to begin with, so I settled. But I don’t wanna settle anymore, okay? So make me tell ya all of this again in the morning ‘cause I need to. You need to know.”

Tears start to drop down onto your cheeks, leaving salty trails as they do so. You’re not sure what to say, so you sit there and let him ramble on. You’d dreamt about this moment countless times before, Bucky confessing his feelings to you, but you never thought it would happen like this. Not when you’re half-awake with terrible bedhead and with Bucky three sheets to the wind. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but you’ll take it.

Bucky’s quiet a little too long then, and you can hear his breathing over the phone as slowed a little. “Bucky?” you ask quietly into the speaker, but you’re met with only his soft breaths. He must have fallen asleep. Good. A sniffle a little before letting out a deep breath. “Good night, Buck. I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

In the morning. Hopefully, in the morning everything he had just confessed to you would still stand true. That you would be able to confess your own feelings and something good could finally come from it.

You hang up and shoot him a quick text before you can second guess it. Returning your phone to its charger on the nightstand, you roll over and feel the butterflies come back. In the morning.

You: Hey Buck. Drunk you had some interesting things to say tonight. He wanted me to make sober you retell me everything in the morning, so I’m holding you to it. How about breakfast? We can make it a date. A real one this time.

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keishiko · 5 years

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It’s never too late to change your mind.

[Oneshot <3,000 words | Rated: Explicit (but only for a short bit) | Angst/Romance (Natasha x Steve) | Spoilers: “Endgame”]

. A chill wind howled across barren rock as he haltingly climbed the last few steps. He shivered in the cold. No, he corrected himself. His suit was designed to insulate him comfortably even from subzero temperatures. This cold seeped from emptiness, bit to the bone, clawed inside his skull.

He glanced around but there was no sign of life or movement. Perhaps, with the loss of the Stone, its red-skulled guardian had gone as well.

Recognition squeezed the breath out of him as he turned his gaze to the two craggy spires and the desolate ledge beyond. Shuddering, he willed himself to approach the edge of the cliff, one heavy step at a time. His mind seemed to be planets away when he noted a blackened, blasted hollow where one of Hawkeye’s arrows must have detonated. After what seemed an eternity, he reached the edge and, with another supreme effort, looked down.

A long, long way down to where the horrific drop ended in nothing but blank, gray stone.

He forced himself to keep looking, keep his eyes open against the rushing wind. Where was she? He had begged Clint to describe her to him. Clint hadn’t wanted to. But he had alternately yelled and pleaded and the two men had nearly come to blows until Clint broke down and told him what would ever after haunt his dreams.

Steve peered down, down, down into the wasteland chasm, searching in vain for a broken black-suited figure at the very bottom, porcelain skin white like death, fiery hair streaming like blood.

He deserved to be haunted, he told himself. It was the least he could do for her memory, if he never slept again.

It was only when the wind blew icy across his face that he felt the tears searing down his cheeks.

He’d almost forgotten what he’d come for. He fumbled for the tiny, slippery thing that thrummed in his hand, blazed against the black of his glove. For a moment he stood at the cliff’s edge, suddenly irresolute.

Then he flung it into the void.

He stared as it bounced off the rock—once, twice, three times—and then sent up a blinding ochre glow that suddenly flooded his vision...

“Lost something, soldier?”

He would know that voice anywhere.

He whipped around, heart in his throat, hope making him light-headed. She stood in front of him, smiling, looking for all the world like she had just made another peanut butter sandwich at the compound. He staggered forward, frantic with gladness and relief.

“Nat!”

He stopped short. He could not get closer. She remained just out of reach, smiling at him sadly.

He couldn’t think of anything else to say. He found himself tearing up again. “We won.”

Her gaze serene, she was as beautiful as ever in the golden haze. “What did it cost?”

His response tore out of him in a sob. “Everything.”

The glow dimmed. He reached for her again, but already her smile was twisting into a snarl and then she was Red Skull, blazing with fury, lunging toward him. The glow abruptly faded and Steve felt himself slip on the icy rock as it crumbled beneath his feet and then he was falling, falling, falling—

“Steve!”

He opened his eyes with a gasp. His throat felt raw. He found Peggy’s brown eyes on him, still dull from sleep.

“I’m sorry,” he rasped after a moment. He was still trying to catch his breath.

“You’ve nothing to be sorry for.” Peggy pressed a kiss to his cheek—wet with tears, he realized—and lay back down beside him, draping her arm comfortingly across his chest. He sighed, burying his nose in her dark curls.

His return of the Soul Stone had been much less eventful. No, he hadn’t seen Natasha’s body anywhere. He had tossed the Stone into the abyss. It had disappeared.

And then nothing had happened.

After a few minutes of waiting—hoping, praying, wishing—he had reopened his eyes to find nothing changed. He was alone on the cliff. The wind still whistled around him.

As he started to descend the stone stairway he saw, out the corner of his eye, a dark figure materialize on the ledge behind him, a hostile energy begin to burn. But he heard nothing, felt nothing. He reached the bottom of the stairway unmolested.

When he had returned the last Stone to the Ancient One he had hesitated.

She had then asked him if, perhaps, as a small gesture for saving the world, there was anything she could do for him.

Now he settled back in the too-soft bed, stared up at floral wallpaper and shadow-flecked ceiling, and told himself to go to sleep. His hand tightened on Peggy’s elbow; he breathed deeply of the smell of her hair. All he’d ever wanted. All he’d ever dreamed of, all he’d hardly dared to dream of, for years and years.

The future—cozy and quiet and peaceful—stretched before them.

“How you’ve changed,” Peggy mused, as if to herself.

He started guiltily. He’d thought she’d fallen asleep. “How’s that, Peg?”

She chuckled, patting his arm. “Nothing important. Sweet dreams, Captain Rogers.”

He waited, but she said nothing more. When she was in a mood like this, it would not be shaken. Soon, despite his unease, he found himself nodding off to her quiet breathing and the susurrus of the wind in the tree outside their window.

A small echo of her voice drifted to him from what seemed like very far away through an impossibly misty fog, as he tipped over the cliff’s edge into slumber.

“She must have been somebody very special.”

It was a much harder landing this time around.

From streaks of gold and chrome light the world outside his helmet flashed into blurry darkness as he tumbled end over end on what felt like a hard stone floor, slammed into some kind of wall, and crumpled in a daze. Gasping for breath, he deactivated his helmet. As he struggled to reorient himself he became dimly aware of several indistinct faces gathering around him in the gloom, curious, staring.

Then came a panicked shout from somewhere he couldn’t see, in a guttural, familiar language—

A dark shape flew through the air, crashed into the wall above him. He twisted just in time not to be crushed by what turned out to be an inert human male.

Before he could react, another limp body toppled onto him. He had barely worked his head free to breathe when another body tumbled onto him, then another, and another. Chaos had erupted inside the half-lit chamber as his senses finally regained focus. Harsh shouts of command or warning, gunshots, shrieks of pain; the crunch of bone, the pop of joints. The thrum and crackle of blue-bright electricity. A faint smell of burned flesh drifted in the dank air. Horrified, Steve struggled to get up under the growing pile of not just bodies, but debris: a fallen filing cabinet, a broken metal crane, a huge, splintered desk. But the quantum leap had weakened him and he found himself straining futilely under the weight.

He realized dimly the noise had ceased. A last scream choked off with a sickening snap of sinew.

He wondered if he should call out.

Then he felt above him the weight being shifted, shoved off of him, pushed aside. He tensed, willing energy and strength to return to his muscles as he waited to be discovered. It hadn’t sounded like there were very many people carrying out the attack; only two or three at most, stealthy, practiced, sure. If they weren’t enhanced, maybe he could still get out alive. He bided his time, sensing the last few bodies being laboriously hefted from on top of him. This person was not as strong as he was.

There was a soft, feminine grunt as the last weight was rolled off him.

He stared up at green eyes, green eyes he’d know anywhere, green eyes he’d missed like his heart and soul had been ripped out of him, green eyes he’d longed to see again even lying in bed next to the love of his life in the long, quiet nights of suburbia.

Green eyes mirroring his own shock.

“Steve?!”

He was dreaming. He pinched himself. She laughed at him. While crying. Still a dream.

He was afraid to call her by name. Maybe he’d wake up.

Before he could say or do anything she had shushed him, ushered him through a corridor, a cabinet, an air vent; a tunnel, a catacomb, a sewer. A manhole. A side street. A blind alley. She propped him up against a brick wall, panting from the exertion.

Sunlight, fresh air. It reminded him, ironically, of his and Peggy’s neighborhood. He blinked at her, still dazed. Still hoping against hope. “Nat.” It came out a plea, not a question, not a statement.

She pulled off her cowl. Dark hair tumbled down her back. But the smile was the same.

“Steve,” she breathed, and she kissed him.

He crushed her to him, and when they ran out of breath they broke the kiss and just held each other laughing, tears streaming down their faces.

“What happened with Thanos?” she whispered.

“We won,” he told her. He would explain later.

They picked up supplies, with mute exchanged glances slipping with long-practiced ease into old covers of boyfriend and girlfriend. This was convenient, too, as Steve found himself unable to stop touching her, keeping hold of her—lightly, fearfully, as though she might disappear if he clung too hard. He grasped her arm, held her hand, entwined his fingers with hers. At first she stopped and looked at him searchingly, but there was no time for questions, and she squeezed his hand back.

As night fell she led him to her safehouse, the basement of a run-down apartment building in a decrepit area of town. She shut and secured the front door behind them and he dropped down onto the bare concrete floor, leaning up against the wall, suddenly exhausted. She smiled at him fondly, already on her way to the refrigerator.

“Let’s get some food into you.”

She had always been a competent cook—she tended to succeed at everything she tried, he reminded himself—and soon the tempting smell of soup roused him from weariness. As he came to her little dining table he found himself looking over her small but cozily furnished space and almost laughed aloud at the sense of relief that abruptly washed over him: Her bed had only a single pillow. There was only one mug (chipped). There was only one photograph, set up on a cluttered bookshelf, showing her with a dog.

“What’s so funny?” She was smiling at him, he realized belatedly. He must still be so damn transparent to her.

He tried his best to lie anyway. “I didn’t know you liked dogs.”

She turned back to the refrigerator with a smirk. Humoring him. “Belongs to a friend of mine.”

Soon he was savoring a steaming bowl of hearty soup with excellent brown bread. Almost as hungrily he devoured her with his gaze as she sat down at the table next to him with her own meal.

She flushed under his scrutiny as she talked quickly but gently, oriented him in time and space as if she were merely debriefing another agent. Steve almost laughed at the thought, then found himself blinking back new tears. The familiarity felt good, as good as nothing had felt in years.

She had woken up, she said, in an abandoned facility in Belarus, twenty-one days after that fateful snap of Thanos’s fingers. Knowing the timeline had been compromised, she had kept a low profile in the years since. Establishing a discreet new identity had been easy enough, but she had soon found herself falling into old habits, picking up on intel despite herself, and now ran what self-imposed missions she could to uproot or expose clandestine new terrorist or paramilitary organizations.

“What you arrived in this afternoon, practically by sheer accident, was the underground lab of a Neo-Hydra cell based outside Nuremberg.” She ladled a second helping of soup into his empty bowl even without his asking and he couldn’t help smiling to himself. “Some months ago Pym and Van Dyne’s research was stolen, so I’ve been monitoring this group and a few others in case something would turn up.” Her grin turned teary-eyed. “I didn’t expect that you would.”

He shook his head. “Our turn in the quantum realm won’t happen for another few years yet. I’m no physicist but I’m guessing those bastards did something right.”

She laughed, even as a tear ran down her cheek. “Too bad I killed them before I could thank them.”

He chuckled back. “Maybe next time.” Without thinking, he reached out to wipe her tear away.

She stilled under his touch, lowering her eyes to the table. “Steve...”

“Natasha.” He luxuriated in her name. He hadn’t said it out loud in a very long time. She hesitated, then clasped his hand in both of hers, cradling it against her cheek for a moment.

“What happened, Steve?” Her eyes on him were urgent, her tone deliberate.

She needed him to be honest with her, he knew.

“I missed you,” he said simply.

He’d always been honest. But he had never been so forthcoming. Steve, in his old age, was done waiting.

They made love tentatively in the shower, exploring each other tenderly, retracing old paths, discovering new ones. They had slept together in the past a few times, sought comfort, sought relief. They’d been careful to keep up boundaries, respect the limits of their friendship. But this time Steve was focused, devoted. He could sense Nat’s surprise—her surprise and her heightened pleasure—and cursed himself for never having really paid attention before, never actually noticing how earnestly she met his every move, how her face glowed with passion when she looked into his eyes.

They nearly fell out of her single-sized bed more than once, each time melting into smothered laughter; with teeth and tongue she plotted the delicate shift of muscle and vein down his neck until he could stand it no longer and pulled her down for a growling kiss. He remembered to deadly effect how she wanted his mouth between her legs and she came helplessly, sobbing, holding on to the headstand for dear life, because it had only ever really been him.

Maybe it was the super serum, maybe it was too much energy after what felt like a lifetime of lonely duty. Heck, maybe it was the soup. But he found himself lying awake under her softly snoring form, not restless, just thoughtful. He watched as the approaching day splashed ever-lightening blues and purples on the wall across from her only window.

For the first time in a long while, he was looking forward to the sunrise.

fin

[The Russos want multiple timelines?? Let’s give ‘em multiple timelines!! (I actually can’t bring myself to watch “Endgame” a third time, just for the heartache...💔)]

#fix-it fic #oneshot #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #captain america #black widow #steve x natasha #avengers endgame #romanogers #steve x nat

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preciousghouls · 4 years

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excerpt taken from my stony fic for the stony zine application!

It’s a little past two in the dead of the night, but neither Steve nor Tony dare to shut their eyes and go to sleep, still somewhat in disbelief that after everything, they still have each other. They lay together on Tony’s bed, loosely wrapped in each other to avoid applying pressure to the areas where they’re injured, but close enough to feel their partner’s warmth. In a rare moment of peace, Steve recalls a conversation from (not that) long ago.

“I do wonder, at times.”

Tony hums, plucking at a loose string of the bandage around his arm. Steve swats his hand away with a disapproving frown. “About what?”

“Like, what if there weren’t any superpowers involved.”

Tony turns back to look at him, a brow raised. But Steve can tell he’s amused. “Time travelling isn’t crazy enough, now you wanna talk about fiction-like alternative universes? Damn, Rogers. Didn’t know you were such a dreamer.”

“C’mon, Tony,” Steve pulls the man closer to him, setting his head on Tony’s shoulder and closing his eyes. It’s easy to forget the cuts and bruises over his body when he feels like this. At peace. “Just imagine. If the world was like this from the moment we met.”

Not perfect, of course, but it is perfect, because of the people he’s met. The people he’s had the honor of meeting.

Steve feels the vibrations as Tony hum thoughtfully. “Well, the world wouldn’t be the way it is if I wasn’t who I was. Who I am. I’d say I’m pretty okay with how this universe turned out.”

“Yeah?” He thinks he understands what Tony is trying to say. There are days, really rare ones, where adrenaline is coursing through his veins and he cannot rest, his mind needing to run. Those days are when Steve allow himself to wonder, to imagine what life would’ve been like if he’d woken up in the future to learn that the war is over, he can go and live his life a free man. A common man, as common as he can be, because he’d be the weirdest thing science had ever created, and he would be fine with that.

Tony turns to look at him with those honey chocolate eyes, “Yeah. You’re here with me now, aren’t you?” And he is just so beautiful no invasion could’ve stopped Steve from leaning in for a kiss right then.

They never did tell Steve the cost that comes with war, but now he’s seen. He’s lived through it. And it’s all that experience that has brought him here. He can’t lie and say this is the best outcome, the one his optimistic self has envisioned so long ago, but he’ll take what he can get. And what he can get right now is in his arms, and Steve thinks he’s pretty damn lucky, all things considered.

The topic of marriage comes unexpectedly, just two weeks after the battle, as the world is still recovering from its loss. The Avengers (all six of the original team, because they sent the rest on vacation , they aren’t responsible for the beginning nor the end) are forced to ‘get their asses off the field or be put down forcibly’, and Nick Fury is really quite terrifying when he wants to be, so they listen. But things are hard when you’re a superhero - what did you do when you didn’t have a world to save?

Let’s watch a movie, Tony had suggested.

So they sit in the living area, eyes glued to the screen stretching almost 2 metres long, watching The Incredibles, because they can’t deny they’re practically a family by now (also because Steve thinks he will be able to relate to Mr. Incredible, and being Tony’s boyfriend has its advantages, but no one points that out).

“This is such a grossly domestic movie to watch,” Clint mutters fifteen minutes into the film as he shoves chips into his mouth. Nosily, lower lip pushed out in a pout. Like a petulant child. His head is on Bruce’s shoulders, the latter’s hand in his hair, and no one misses the irony of the situation.

Natasha, of course, calls him out on it. She’s sprawled out on the floor, massaging Clint’s calf that he’s spread on the coffee table, legs over Bruce’s. She simply applies more pressure to her ‘massage’, and Clint cries out.

“Nat , what the hell!”

“Shut up and enjoy the movie,” she threatens in a soft tone, a smile curving her lips, neither of which making her any less dangerous. “Or I’ll tell Laura to burn your Lord of the Ring figurine collection.”

He pales almost comically; Steve bites down on his cheeks to stop from breaking into a goofy grin, while on his lap Tony just bursts out laughing. “Jesus Barton, you look ridiculous. I hope you caught an image of that, J.”

“Of course, Sir,” the ever attentive AI answers, tone one of amusement.

“Ah, JARVIS. Ever the efficient one,” Thor praises with a smile. The camera above the TV nods in greeting.

“You’re all ganging up on me!” Clint digs his face into Bruce’s shoulder. “We have the worst team Mom ever .”

Tony takes one exact minute to stop laughing long enough to answer in a mock serious voice, “Careful there, Sonny, or you won’t be invited to our wedding and end up being known as the prodigal son."

Clint just sticks his tongue out, “Like you’d even notice me in my stealth mode. I’ll disguise myself and tell everyone about your sex life!”

“Like my sex life has ever been private,” Tony beams proudly. “But you’ll have no one to tell, because the wedding would be private. Everyone invited would know exactly how awesome we are in the bedroom.”

There’s a collection groan throughout the room and a “Christ, Tony, this is a family friendly movie, we’re lucky Parker isn’t here” from Bruce that Steve almost misses because his heart is thumping so loud, so wild he’s amazed he can still hear them at all.

“Tony,” Steve breathes, because he’s still in disbelief. “You want to get married?”

And Tony seems to get the wrong idea, he still usually does. He stiffens in Steve’s arms, already trying to squirm himself out and away from the couch. “Uh.” Then, softly, “Fuck. You don’t?” Clearing his throat, in a louder voice, “I mean, of course you don’t. That was just a scenario y’know. You don’t have to take it seriously."

“What?” That’s just ridiculous, and Steve pulls Tony into a super hug. He’s gotten better at those, hugs that make them both feel warm and content that don’t actually hurt anyone. “No! I mean, yes! I mean-- I do want to get married. To you, Tony. I want to get married to you. ”

“Oh.” Tony seems to go complete slack upon hearing that, letting himself go limp in Steve’s arms. “Thank fuck. Thought I was gonna be rejected before I could even get out the ring.”

Steve’s grin is ear splitting. “You got me a ring?”

Tony’s red down his neck, and he groans. “Fuck you, Rogers.”

“Any time, Tony.” He means it, hoping his words convey his sincerity.

Judging by the way the entire room (including Tony, though his eyes are bright) groans in unison, Steve thinks himself successful.

The wedding is private. There are lesser people here than Steve is used to, but then again, that was before everything went to shit. Compared to the last gathering he’s been around, this is… good. Better than good. It’s his wedding day, after all.

He’s in a suit of Tony’s colors - gold, and red. And Tony, vice versa. At least, he thinks that’s how it works. Steve hasn’t exactly been contributing or giving a say as far as aesthetics are concerned; that’s Tony’s natural element, and Steve’s more than happy to indulge his soon-to-be husband (God, his husband ).

He’s in the waiting room, being ’done up pretty’, and his palms are sweaty and gosh, why is he so nervous ? Sam laughs as he dabs at the beads on his forehead, only for more to take its place.

“Don’t worry, Steve. It’s just you and Tony, and us .”

And when it’s put that way, yeah . Yeah, Sam’s right. It’s a ceremony with just them, the team, the family. They’re here to make something that has been happening… Official. That’s what this is. He clings to that thought.

Steve smiles, squeezing Sam’s wrist once. “Thanks, Sam.”

“Anytime, pal.”

It doesn’t stop Steve from tearing up when Tony walks down the aisle, arm in Rhode’s (there’s no one else more fitting). As he’d suspected, Tony’s in his colours - red, blue, white. Not America’s colors, but his , Steven Grant Roger’s, like how he’s in Tony’s, and not Iron Man’s. Once, they’d been unable to differentiate each other from their alter-egos.

Big man in a suit of armor. Steve had said that, once.

Every special about you came out from a bottle. Tony had shot back, then.

They had been so wrong about each other, and so what if took a war, a snap, sacrifices, years, for them to come to this point? They have so many flaws, but so God help him, Steve will do it all again in a heartbeat.

His eyes fall to Tony’s cufflinks, and he breaks into an almost laugh through his blurring vision. Tony smirks when he sees what Steve’s noticed - the dick shaped cufflinks Tony’d sworn he’d wear. Steve’s own cufflinks are relatively PG; it’s a palette, because art has been the one consistency in his life. And even now, his heart warms that Tony understands.

Rhodes’ own eyes are misty when he passes Tony to Steve with two hard pats to their joined hands. “Take care of my best friend.”

In a choked voice, “I swear.”

“We’re not the vows yet!” Someone shouts, and there’s laughter that resounds within the small hall.

Nick Fury clears his throat, and they repeat the vows. More tears pool at the corner of his eyes when Tony looks him in the eye, and says “I do”, but the tears fall freely when they exchange rings, because the rings were melted and molded from his dog tags, with his carved ‘Tony’ and Tony’s carved ‘Steve’. They kiss, one of the softest exchanges between the two, and their family erupts in cheers.

In a voice Steve thinks is filled with awe and pride, Fury announces, “I now pronounce you husband and husband.”

They part to loud applause, pressing their noses together, breathing each other in. Tony already has a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Hello, Mr. Steve Rogers-Stark.”

Steve smiles, pressing his lips against Tony’s again. “Hello, Mr. Tony Stark-Rogers.”

This is in no way an ending; the second half of their lives has barely begun.

The second half of their lives, as one may expect, isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. They stick with the team, reasoning it with ‘They need time to adjust. Just a little longer’ when all it’s really about is that they aren’t ready to part with all this. War has never been their choice, and the world will only ever truly be at peace when something like the Avengers need not exist, but they have found home in each others’ presence, and no one is quite willing to just let go yet.

It takes a little more than a decade before they figure a way to neutralise the effects of the Super Serum. There are risks - there’s always risks in science and experiments - but when they think about the reward and how there’s technically nothing much left to lose, they approach it light-heartedly. And maybe it’s some faraway God who takes pity on them, or maybe Tony’s just that much of a genius (Tony insists on that), but the process is smooth and the effects are immediate.

Steve will never forget Tony’s laugh when he sees the first signs of age catching up to the super soldier in the form of a single wrinkle across his forehead. It’s one of those moments Steve captures in his sketchbook when Tony’s gone to sleep and he knows he won’t be caught in the act. This particular sketchbook is a private one, something Steve hopes he can keep to himself in this world that isn’t quite his.

The team, supportive in a way only they can be, congratulate the couple. They have a party, one lasting two days and three nights, however impossible it may sound. There are no tears as Steve and Tony finally retire from the Avengers team, only smiles and laughter and warmth and love.

They move to a quiet place, off the grid, for retirement. The press do what they do best - they press , but the Avengers have also made some connections with powerful news stations, who convey their blessings and swear to keep reporters off their backs. Steve thinks that’s largely thanks to Pepper, and he thinks Tony knows that too, but that’s just one of the many things they’re content with keeping to themselves.

They adopt two dogs - Steve gets to name one and Tony the other, it’s only fair - and a baby girl. When Tony suggests to name their daughter ‘Morgan’, Steve has to turn away and hold back his tears. Tony doesn’t ask - he knows . Tony always knows. He simply stands there in silent support, because Steve always shares when he is ready to. And he will, even if that time is not now.

The nightmares never truly stop. Even now, albeit rarely, Tony dreams of the Chitauri, of the world’s end, of stepping into a battle 87.4% sure that it will be his end. But Steve is always there when Tony wakes, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath. He will hold Tony close, remind Tony who he is, that he’s safe, they’re here and only this is real.

For Steve, well, it’s a little more complicated, seeing as he’s literally a man out of his time, his world now even. And that’s the one thing that truly haunts him. Steve’s never forgotten who he really is. He never lets himself forget that he comes from a different timeline, messed this one up (too, the darkness in his mind adds) with his good intentions, and found his way to Tony (but at what cost?). That the time he has now is stolen, that one day this will all catch up to him.

He never forgets what really happens after New York. Not Ultron, not finding out what Bucky did and keeping the truth from Tony, not the Accords, not Siberia, not the time he spent as a fugitive in Wakanda.

Not the way he felt when the burner phone had rung, the way his stomach lurched at the thought that something was wrong , and hearing Bruce on the other end, telling him that Tony and a wizard had gone to space .

He can never forget the first time he’s had his arms around Tony in two years, looking so thin, hollow, fearful . Can’t forget the hurtful words exchanged, even when (because) the Earth is already damned and there’s nothing left to lose.

The temporary truce five years later.

Tony’s lifeless eyes before Steve can make things right between them again.

“Steve.” Tony’s voice, gentle but firm. Something warm presses against his ear, then again at his neck, his forehead, over his shut lids. Tony.

“Tony?” His voice comes out small, like the sickly boy from Brooklyn who isn’t sure whether he’ll make it through the day. Steve doesn’t dare open his eyes, like he thinks once he does, he’ll find himself alone in a dark alley, and he can’t take that. But Tony is real, or so the voice coaxes, until Steve’s breathing calms.

“Tony,” Steve says again.

“I’m here, Steve,” the answer comes within a heartbeat.

Now that his mind is clearer, Steve realises the sun has long since risen, now high in the sky. They’re both still under the covers, and Tony is spooning him, chest pressed against Steve’s back. His hands clasp Tony’s, toying with his wedding ring.

“I love you.” Not thank you, or I’m sorry, because they’re way past that.

He feels Tony smile. “Good morning to you too, Winghead.”

One night, when Tony comes out of Morgan’s bedroom looking somewhat helpless and in awe and so full of love, Steve thinks he knows.

Brown eyes seek out the blue of his own, and Tony is all but whispering, “She told me she loved me 3000 times. My calculations -never wrong, by the way- tells me she loves you maybe 900 times, max? Wow.”

And Steve laughs, because now, he finally understands. He beckons Tony to join him and their two dogs on the couch, cradling him. “It’s not a competition, Tony.”

His husband all but snorts, sinking into Steve’s arms, absent-mindedly stroking the golden retriever’s fur. "Course it isn’t."

They both know Tony will never let any of them live that down, and Steve is more than fine with that.

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The End (2/2)

PAIRING - AVENGERS X READER

WORDS- 1.7K

WARNINGS- ANGST , DEATH,SUICIDE(don't read them if you aren't comfortable.pls)

A/N - SORRY

PART 1

As you said,it wasn’t your fault. What you did as a kid until the age of 18 was what they made you do . You were captured by Hydra when you were a little girl only and were let to believe that everything you were doing,torturing people,killing people,were all for the greater good since you were doing it to the bad people that are corrupting the world. But oh how wrong were you . And the day you realised that ,you knew you had to get out .You couldn’t continue doing this knowing you were doing it to innocent lives . That have done nothing in their lives to deserve such horrible faith. And you were caught so many times trying to get out . And as a result they tortured you .But you didn’t lose hope because you knew that you still had a long life to right all the wrong you had done .Or at least try to . So you tried to escape again and again.And one final day you succeeded. The first thing you did was erase your real identity and make a new one .You knew people wouldn’t accept you for who you were even if you told them that you had changed. And honestly,you wouldn’t blame them .You wouldn’t trust yourselves too . So you had a new name,a new life to do good. And with the powers you had you knew you could do a lot of god. And that was how you were caught on the avengers radar. And soon enough you were part of their team doing your part to make this world a better place ridding of all the filth that threatened to destroy it .

It was all good until Nat found out about your past and the shit show started. She told Steve,which led to Bucky knowing and as a result you were thrown in prison without even a chance to explain yourself. Bucky seemed to be doing good in this world with a lot of people accepting his place as an avenger then why couldn’t they do that with you . You weren’t brainwashed as he was but you were still under the impression that you were doing good. You though Steve Rogers of all people would sympathise with you and give you another chance. But he didn’t. You thought Bucky would understand since he went through the same thing that you had but rather he thought you were working for them planning to bring the Winter Soldier back . Is that all he thought of you after being with you for this long. You hoped he would trust you but he didn’t. The look of disgust that graced his features made it quite evident that he was disappointed and felt cheated. You begged for the first few days to speak with Bucky or Steve or just anyone so they would understand and listen that you were no more hydra and you joined the avengers to truly do something good and to get away from that life. But he never came and neither did the rest of the avengers that you had come to accept as your family.

It hurt . It hurt like hell. To know that the only people that you cared for , and the only people that you though cared for you were no longer there for you . They didn’t trust you . All that you did in the past 2 years to prove that you truly wanted to do something good just disappeared into thin air in a second.They didn’t care.You cried. You cried a lot . You screamed for help. You screamed for them to come to you so that you could prove that you held no evil in your heart or brain. You begged the guards.It carried on like this for days until you were all out of emotions . No more tears left to drain out of your system,no more feeling to profess to Bucky and more importantly no more need to explain anything to anyone .It was the day you realised that they weren’t going to come .How much ever you screamed,cried or begged. The day you realised the painful truth that they don’t care for you. You just sat in the cell staring at the well.

The only ray of light that entered the room was when they pushed in the plate of food.You no more hoped that Bucky would come in saying sorry for he acted on impulse and how he should have listened to you and understood your side of the story . Honestly you didn’t care anymore too. You came to a realisation that maybe you really couldn’t adjust into this world. That people will never be able to accept. However much you try to make a new life for yourself you will simply be thrown back to where you were,square one.You grew cold as the days went on .Just rage filled every inch of your body . It was almost 6 months now and you haven’t open your mouth to speak at all. You were pretty sure that if you tried to utter a few words no sound would come out.All day you spent just going over the horrible events that occured in your life.You really didn’t understand what you had done to deserve such horrible faith .

Your body was filled with anger towards the avengers and how they were a bunch of hypocrites and thought they could do anything as they pleased.You started to hate them with every fibre of your being . You laughed at how they portrayed themselves strong to the whole world while the truth was that none of them were strong.They were all pathetic,behind closed doors fighting their demons . A small laugh escaped you mouth just when the door to the room of your cell creaked open.You didn’t want to look up to see which avenger came to see you suffer. You just scoffed thinking about how long it had taken for one of them to come. Maybe they had come to see if you were alive or dead.

“Is this the life you had hoped for when you ran away?”

A chill ran down your spine when you heard a familiar voice. A voice that made you who you were.A voice that gave you orders in the name of greater good. The voice of your master back at Hydra. You look up to see him.He hasn’t changed a bit.You thought he would have a smirk on his face but he didn’t . He was sad. He was sad to see you like this.

“You see how they treat you. How did you ever think they would accept you?You were much better there with us my child?At least we valued you .”

You turn your head to see that he was breaking the bars with his bare hands.

“How did you get in here?"was the only thing you could ask.

"Does that really matter my child?” He said smiling at you .

You wanted to cry . You wanted to cry in his arms . He was your caretaker. He looked after you when you used to come back from a mission bruised and hurt. He used to tend to your fractures and told you it was all going to be fine. He helped you in your darkest days,when nightmares spoil your sleep .He calmed you when the anxiety and panic filled your body . He calmed you at nights when the only things that filled your ears were the begging and pleading and screams of your victims. You knew he was bad but you still couldn’t stop yourself from finding comfort when he hugged you and soothed you now as you cried.

“I have come to save you my child. But before that we have a mission to complete.”

You looked up at him as you wiped your tears and got ready to listen to his command.

“Are you ready soldier?” You nodded before he told you your mission.

“Y/N , you don’t have to do this . Let us talk.” Wanda pleaded as you aimed the gun at all of them as your master kept them for attacking you .

“It sure didn’t seem like you wanted to talk for the past 6 months when I screamed my lungs out to you . No on came."You say,your voice eerily calm.

"Y/N,we needed time . You weren’t who we thought you were. A lot was revealed and we needed time for all that to sink in ."Came the voice of Steve rogers who suddenly seemed to be quite the sympathizer.

"And 6 months weren’t enough.You know I wasn’t that girl that Nat told you I was. I left that life long back . I changed. But today I am that girl . And you know who made me her again.YOU.You turned me back to her. Steve,Nat,Wanda,Tony and especially Bucky .All of you are responsible for what I have become .You didn’t care for me . You didn’t even bother to hear me out. Why should I even trust you guys?You brought this upon yourself.”

“Do it Y/N.” you hear your master .

And with one shot to his head ,he was gone. You had killed him . The man who practically raised you . You had killed your master.

“Oh god.I was scared. I knew you wouldn’t kill us.I believed you when you said you changed.Come back."Said Nat.

"You are saying that only because you fear me .You don’t mean it.I have no one. I will forever be alone”

“I mean it Y/N . I lov….Y/N..” Bucky screams your name and runs towards you to stop you from shooting yourself.

But it was too late . The bullet had already pierced your skull .Bucky caught your lifeless body as it fell to the ground. Everything happened so fast it took a moment for everyone to react . Bucky screamed your name shaking your body,trying to wake you up . Everyone syrrounded you as the blood dripped onto the floor . All you wanted was a new life .But maybe you weren’t worth it.

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