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I posted 360 times in 2022

That's 14 more posts than 2021!

20 posts created (6%)

340 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@ladyshinga

I tagged 275 of my posts in 2022

Only 24% of my posts had no tags

#mermay - 52 posts

#winteriron - 36 posts

#utterly gorgeous - 36 posts

#bucky barnes - 31 posts

#stony - 25 posts

#utterly adorable - 24 posts

#fic recs - 20 posts

#lovely - 20 posts

#tony stark - 19 posts

#fanart - 16 posts

Longest Tag: 64 characters

#i have been both lawful good and lawful evil in previous fandoms

My Top Posts in 2022:

🎇 Sierra’s Third Annual 12 Days of Rec-mas! 🎇

Day 9: take my heart clean apart

Author: mistymountainking @stovetuna Rating: Mature Length: 13,889 words

Review: A beautiful, indulgent Steve/Tony get together fic. These two chapters manage to pack in lots of pining Tony despite the fact that they get together almost right away. Tony POV means you’re along for the ride with exquisite and sensual details, lots of second guessing, and perfect moments of clarity when you understand just how gone these two are for each other. To steal from the author, this fic will leave you, like Steve, “giddy, predatory, hungry, horny, lovestruck, and a little bit stupid with happiness.”

27 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

🎇 Sierra’s Third Annual 12 Days of Rec-mas! 🎇

Day 11: Blurred

Author: NotEvenCloseToStraight @not-close-to-straight Rating: Mature Length: 18,620 words

Review: This is a Bucky and Winter sharing a body and a boyfriend (Tony) fic that feeds my love of angst with a happy ending. The plot centers around the deteriorating boundaries between Bucky and Winter, and how Tony works with Dr Strange and Helen Cho to fix it by creating a new body for Bucky. The characters are so SO soft with each other. The way that the three main characters work together is beautiful, but the author packs in some great side interactions between Tony, Steve, and Natasha that are hilarious and sweet in their own right. The last chapter is particularly well done, with steadily rising tension which builds right up to the happy ending and the :saxophone noises: happy ending. ❤️❤️❤️

28 notes - Posted January 4, 2022

🎇🎇 Sierra’s 3rd Annual 12 Days of Rec-mas! 🎇🎇

Here are the 12 wonderful fics I got to share with you this year! Click through for my review and the link to the fic. Have a wonderful New Year filled with Marvel fic goodness!

Day 1: inspired by Areiton @areiton Steve/Tony, Explicit

Day 2: Of All the Gin Joints by dracusfyre @dracusfyre Bucky/Tony, Teen

Day 3: The B in Subtle Does Not Stand for Bucky by 27dragons, tisfan @27dragons, @tisfan Bucky/Tony, Explicit

Day 4: Baby Lovers Like You and Me (Never Say Die) by FestiveFerret @festiveferret Steve/Tony, Mature

Day 5: The Mistletoe Kiss Polka by RayShippouUchiha @rayshippouuchiha Bucky/Tony, Mature

Day 6: begin again by desitonystark @ad1thi Tony/Sam, Gen

Day 7: Regrettable by Syifrae @syifrae Bucky/Tony, Teen

Day 8: Broken People by dracusfyre @dracusfyre Bucky/Tony, Mature

Day 9: take my heart clean apart by mistymountainking @stovetuna Steve/Tony, Mature

Day 10: Come Back To Me, To Us by JehBeeEh @jehbeeeh Steve/Bucky/Tony, Mature

Day 11: Blurred by NotEvenCloseToStraight @not-close-to-straight Bucky/Tony/Winter, Mature

Day 12: Snow Murder by Reioka @aurumacadicus Bucky/Tony, Teen

30 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

Meeting on the Turret Stairs (Winteriron)

A fill for the AU: Royalty square for this round of @tonystarkbingo

Also on ao3. Based on the lovely artwork by Frederic William Burton.

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Bucky paced at the base of the turret stairs. Soft neighs and whinnies floated up from the stables and through the high window slits, but the only other sound to be heard was the slight clinking of his chainmail as he turned. The light was fading; Tony would have to descend for the evening meal soon, at the king’s command. As much as Tony relished defying his father, his mother would be departing for her annual trip to the South in a few days’ time, and Bucky knew Tony would not send the queen off with the echoes of an argument in her ears.

The breeze through the windows was biting, but if Bucky closed his eyes, the sounds of the horses just barely brought to mind their daily summer rides. He forced himself to imagine breathing lavender and green grass, instead of dust and wet stone. It had been far too long since he could hold Tony, away from the watchful eyes of the castle. The demands on Tony’s time had been steadily increasing over the past months, and it felt like this ambush was the only way to catch a moment with his prince.

And catch him he did.

Tony appeared, muttering to himself as he rounded the bend in the stairs. Bucky rushed up the few steps separating them and reached –

“Oh!” Tony startled. His wide brown eyes met Bucky’s as he flailed wildly, feet skidding down two steps at a time. Bucky surged up and managed to catch Tony’s wrist as the prince spun away from him and landed his other hand on the outer wall to steady himself.

Bucky gentled his hold on Tony’s arm, hugging it to his chest. He laid a kiss to the crook of Tony’s elbow through his dark blue sleeve and pretended the prince’s unsteady breaths were from more than surprise and a near tumble down the stairs. Tony ducked his head, cheeks burning. His voice was quiet as he claimed, “Sir Barnes, I can’t delay.”

“I know.”

Tony tried to pull his arm away, but the effort was half-hearted. Bucky pressed his face closer. “I’m sorry.”

“What could you possibly need to apologize for, my knight?”

“For surprising you. I didn’t mean to.”

Tony turned to face him, and Bucky dropped his arm in favor of curling his hands around Tony’s waist. He tugged, bringing Tony towards him, well beyond the bounds of propriety, until Tony’s body was pressed along his.

He didn’t return Bucky’s smile. Tony placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. It trembled, and for a moment, Bucky was sure the prince would push him away. It was strange to be looking up at Tony, but Bucky held his gaze and waited. The moment stretched like thick honey, sweet and dark and secret.

Tony shifted slowly, down to Bucky’s step. Their legs tangled together. Bucky had only a moment to enjoy the return of their more familiar height difference before Tony’s trembling fingers touched his cheek. Bucky held his breath as they trailed along his cheekbone to the edge of his coif, a thin line of fire burning in their wake.

“Bucky.” The knight had faced down many enemies, but that whisper made his heart flutter and weakened his knees.

He couldn’t face the longing on Tony’s face. Not when there was also hesitation there. No doubt the prince could no more banish thoughts of duty, of their responsibilities, than Bucky could himself. But, perhaps just a moment -

He closed his eyes and felt a shiver run down his spine. This tower was cold, but his longing rose up, a heat so intense he knew it could consume them both. He tightened his arms around Tony, felt a shuddering exhale against his lips.

Bucky was seconds away from kissing Tony, from welcoming the fire and damning the consequences, when he heard footsteps coming up the hall. Tony pulled away, still unsteady but more graceful once he reached the flat stones of the hallway. Bucky watched him greet Jarvis with a quick stream of chatter and fall into step beside the king’s butler. Disappointment sat heavily in Bucky’s chest, but he forced himself to return the nod Jarvis gave him as the two men passed.

The cold stone was hard at his back as he listened to Tony’s fading footsteps.

50 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Tony’s coffee!

A fill for @tonystarkbingo, square K1: Hedonism. Logo by the wonderful @saganarojanaolt!

77 notes - Posted January 30, 2022

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alisonsfics · 3 years

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blown away

pairing: steve rogers x reader

summary: when you got the job offer to work as bruce banner’s assistant, you were thrilled. not because it was connected to the hero world, but because you loved science. you were unfazed by the avengers, until steve rogers walked into the lab.

word count: 2.9k

a/n: takes place during age of ultron

You heard the lab doors open behind you and glanced over your shoulder. “Hello, Dr. Banner” you greeted, as he entered the lab. He gave you a polite smile before returning to his station.

You turned back around to focus back on you work. Taking a seat on your stool, you started taking your notes again.

You had gotten hired to be Dr. Banner’s assistant, and it was the job of your dreams. It wasn’t because he was Avenger. You were surrounded by heroes every day at work now, but it didn’t really phase you. You loved your job because you got to work on amazing scientific projects.

You obviously had met Bruce. You had also met Tony and worked with him on a few projects. You had seen most of the other Avengers in passing, but only met Bruce, Tony, and Natasha.

You were so focused on your notes that you didn’t hear the door to the lab open. “Is that her?” He asked, not yet introduced to you. Bruce nodded before gesturing towards you. You continued your notes, oblivious to the visitor.

“Excuse me” you heard a voice softly say beside you. You jumped at the sudden noise. Your eyes were met by the blue eyes of Steve Rogers. “I didn’t mean to frighten you” he quickly apologized.

You nodded and gave him a polite smile, trying to catch your breath. “That’s okay. I was just focused. What can I do for you?” You asked, trying to ignore the way his eyes seemed to sparkle.

“Tony said to give these to you. Something about looking over the calculations” he said, also getting lost in your eyes as he handed you the file. You gladly accepted it and set it down on top of your notes. “Thank you. It’s nice to finally meet you” you said, smiling.

“You as well. I’ve seen you around. Bruce and Tony say you’re almost smarter than they are” he said, shaking your hand. A humble smile appeared on your face. “They’re exaggerating. It’s just an honor to work with them” you told him, honestly. He admired how humble you were. He had heard about your work and knew you were much smarter than you gave yourself credit for. “They also said you were too humble to accept a compliment” he said, chuckling as you became flustered.

Bruce wasn’t oblivious to the lovestruck smiles on both of your faces. Steve looked like he wanted to say something, but his eyes darted to where Bruce was standing.

“Would you like to ummm—” he started to whisper, but couldn’t bring himself to do it in front of Bruce. You noticed his hesitation.

“Dr. Banner, can you do me a favor? Some of the new lab equipment got dropped off at the front desk. Would you mind going to get it?” You asked him, looking over Steve’s shoulder.

He chuckled and smirked to himself. “You could have just said you both wanted some privacy” he teased, before leaving the lab.

“So? You were saying?” You asked, returning your attention back to Steve. He took a deep breath before looking into your eyes. It was the only time you’d seen the super soldier nervous.

“Do you have any plans tonight?” He asked you, nervously. You felt your cheeks heat up as you wondered why he was asking. “I was just planning on finishing up my research, why?” You asked, curiously.

You saw the disappointment in his eyes as you responded. “Did you hear that Tony was having a big party tonight?” He asked you, tiptoeing around what he really wanted to ask you.

You nodded your head, while playing with the ends of your lab coat. You watched as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He assumed that if you knew about the party, you’d be going. “So why aren’t you going?” He asked you.

You giggled to yourself at how oblivious he was. Not everyone was Captain America and had people lining up to be their friend. “I don’t know really know anybody who’s going to be there” you said, shrugging.

You weren’t bitter about it. It wasn’t like you needed to go this party and you were upset that you weren’t going. You would rather stay in the lab and work than go hang out alone at a party.

“You know Bruce, and Tony and Nat” he countered. You giggled to yourself. “Dr. Banner is kind of my boss. Tony and I have only ever worked together. The conversation never branched into our personal lives. And I’ve only ever talked to Natasha once” you explained, crossing your arms.

You weren’t sure why Steve was so determined to get you to go to the party. “Well, you know me” he said, smirking at you. He was proud of himself for finding the loophole to your excuse.

He desperately wanted you to go the party. At work, he couldn’t talk to you. Bruce was always around. At a party, he could spend all the time he wanted with you.

Steve had been admiring you from afar since you got hired. He found it hard to believe that you were actually standing in front of him and talking to him.

“Will it make you happy if I say I’ll go to the party?” You asked, raising your eyebrows and giggling. He eagerly nodded; he looked like an excited child. “Fine. I’ll go to the party, but if I get bored, I’m coming back here to work” you finally resigned.

“That works with me” he said, with a large grin on his face. Before you could say anything else, the lab doors opened. You both turned to see Bruce with a few boxes in his hands. “You’re still here, Steve? I even took the long way to give you both some time” Bruce teased.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you focused on the floor. “I’ll see you tonight” Steve said, before kissing your cheek and leaving the lab. You felt your heart skip a beat. You barely had time to react before you felt a tingly feeling on your cheek where his lips had touched.

“So what’s going on with you two?” Bruce asked, bringing you the boxes of equipment. He set them down next to you as he waited for your answer. “It's nothing, Dr. Banner” you lied, sitting down on your stool.

He didn’t believe a word you were saying. “Please, I’ve told you to call me Bruce. I’ve known Rogers for a few years, and he doesn’t get all flustered like that. He must really like you” he told you, leaning against the table. The schoolgirl smile that appeared on your face confirmed his suspicions.

Bruce only smirked at you, waiting for your response. “Okay fine. He invited me to the party tonight, but it’s not like a date or anything” you said, flustered by even the thought of going on a date with Steve.

“It’s definitely a date” Bruce said, satisfied as he returned to his work station. You denied it, but a part of you hoped it was a date.

Steve walked by the lab a few more times that day, just to see you. You didn’t notice him peering through the windows as he walked by. You were too busy focusing on the calculations Tony needed for some new projects.

By the time you were done with work, it was almost time for the party. “I’ll see you tonight” you said, tapping Bruce on the back as you walked past him.

“Have fun on your date” he said, shooting you a smile before you left the lab. You saw that the party was being set up by the company Tony hired.

You got to your room and quickly got dressed. You had spent all day daydreaming about tonight, so you had completely planned out your outfit. You hoped that Steve would like it.

You walked by the lab on your way downstairs and saw Bruce. He was fully dressed up, but was quickly scribbling some notes. “You coming?” You asked, stepping into the room.

He nodded, while continuing to write frantically. “I just had an idea, and I had to get it down on paper” he said, finally closing the notebook. The door opened behind you, and you turned to see Steve.

“Hey, Bruce. If you don’t mind, I’m going to have to steal her. I get her for the rest of the night” Steve said, gesturing for you to follow him. Bruce couldn’t help but smirk to himself as he watched you battle internally.

You still didn’t know if it was a date. You hadn’t been on a date in a while, but even if it was just friendly, you were happy to spend time with Steve.

“You look amazing” Steve said, once the door closed behind the both of you. You noticed his eyes trailing over your body. “You don’t look too bad yourself, Mr. America” you teased.

He chuckled beside you. He normally found it annoying when people used the star-spangled nicknames, but when you called him that, all he could think about was how cute it was.

His hand landed on the small of your back as you both descended down the stairs. You could feel your face heat up as you felt some people’s eyes on you. Once you both got down to the party, you were unsure of what to do next.

“Do you want to get a drink? I can’t actually get drunk, but it gives me something to do other than stand here awkwardly” he said, chuckling to himself.

“A drink sounds nice” you replied, putting your hand on his arm to stop him from rambling. He smiled and led the way. He ordered drinks for the both of you and then turned to face you. “Did I tell you look amazing?” He asked, finding himself amazed by you again.

You giggled. “You may have mentioned it” you said, just happy that he liked you as much as you liked him.

After you got your drinks, he pulled you over to one of the many couches that were littered around the room. You both sat there for three hours, just getting to know each other.

You were a little tipsy at this point. As you were giggling and leaning on Steve’s shoulder, Tony walked over. “Rogers. Nice to see you’ve met one of the most brilliant minds I’ve ever met” Tony greeted, giving you both polite smiles.

You pulled yourself off of Steve, wanting to seem professional in front of Tony. “It’s a lovely party” you complimented. He thanked you, more concerned with the look of adoration on Steve’s face.

He excused himself, and you leaned back into Steve’s touch. “You know you didn’t have to act all professional in front of Tony. You’re not going to get in trouble for being my date” he told you.

So it was official. It was a date.

“I know, but he’s Tony Stark. He’s like the boss of my boss. He’s the smartest person I’ve ever met. I mean, the science behind the Iron Man suit alone is insane” you told him, starting to geek out a little. He could feel his heart flutter as he listened to you talk.

It was something about the smile on your face or how you used your hands when you talked that just mesmerized Steve.

“I don’t get any bonus points for being Captain America?” He teased, letting his hand rest on your thigh. You gave him an apologetic smile. “Don’t take it the wrong way. You’re great—” you said, starting to apologize.

He quickly stopped you, talking your hands in his. “Don’t worry about it. It’s kind of refreshing to talk to someone who isn’t talking to me just because I’m Captain America” he said, honestly.

You rested your head on his shoulder as he drew shapes on the back of your hand. A couple walked by the two of you. You squirmed as they practically stared at you. You had felt people’s eyes on you all night, and it was starting to get under your skin.

“Do you want to get out of here?” You asked, turning your head to face him. You had peaked his interest. “Where do you want to go?” He asked. You shrugged, but then got an idea.

You jumped up from your seat and pulled him up to his feet. He chuckled at your giddiness, but let you pull him up the stairs. You both ended up in front of the lab.

“Do you want to see some of the new features for your shield?” You asked him, and he quickly nodded. You pulled him inside before anyone would see you.

You felt so relieved to just not have people staring at you anymore. Steve had noticed the people staring too; he just hoped it hadn’t made you too uncomfortable.

You pulled him over to your desk and began showing him some of the blueprints for the new features. He placed his hands on the table on both sides of you, looking over your shoulder.

Your entire body was on fire as you realized how close he was to you. His chest was pressed up against your back. You began stumbling over your words as you felt his breath on your neck.

He noticed.

He decided not to tease you any longer. He grabbed your hips, turning you around to face him. His lips were millimeters away from yours.

You could feel the tension in the air, as the only sounds in the room were both of your breathing. Then, he leaned in and kissed you.

His lips were soft and fit perfectly against yours. His fingers grazed over your hips, toying with the fabric of your dress. Your hands found themselves in his hair, wrapping the blonde hair around your fingers. He smiled into the kiss.

When you pulled away, you got a glimpse of Bruce walking towards the lab. You grabbed Steve’s hands and pulled him into the storage closet with you. “What was that for?” He asked, confused by your sudden urgency. You giggled and placed your hand over his mouth, shushing him.

He understood once he heard Bruce walk into the lab. As you waited, Steve leaned in and kissed you again, lightly pecking your lips. As much as you wanted to kiss him, you couldn’t stand the embarrassment of Bruce catching you. You pushed him away from you, trying not to laugh.

He continued to press quick soft kisses to your lips. He smothered your face in kisses, starting at your forehead and ending up on your lips. All he wanted was to make you laugh.

You tried to hold back your laughter and remain quiet. Steve wasn’t going to make it easy. He quickly found your ticklish spot on your side and attacked it with his hand.

He held his other hand over your lips to muffle the giggles coming out of your mouth. “You gotta be quiet” he teased, chuckling to himself.

You heard the door to the lab close as Bruce left, so you pulled Steve out of closet. “Now that we’re alone” Steve said, hoisting you up to sit on the counter. He moved to stand in front of you.

“Hi there” you said, softly. He parted your legs, wrapping them around his waist. “You look so stunning, darling” he said, leaning in to kiss you. You both couldn’t stop giggling as he messily kissed you. You both were drunk on each other.

It wasn’t a passionate kiss, but it definitely was intimate. You both could hardly keep a straight face. Then, the door to the lab opened again. You both jumped apart, when Tony cleared his throat.

“Mr. Stark, I’m so sorry” you apologized, hoping you wouldn’t get in trouble. Both the men chuckled at your embarrassment. “Did you ditch my party to canoodle with Rogers?” Tony asked, pretending to be offended.

You still hadn’t caught on. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again” you quickly apologized. Steve couldn’t suppress his laugh. “I’m kidding” Tony explained once you looked at Steve with a look of confusion.

You felt a wave of relief wash over you. “Now you two get out here. Dear old Bruce wants to run some tests, but he mentioned something about hearing you both hiding in the closet. He sent me up here to get you both. He said he didn’t want to see anything he wasn’t supposed to” Tony said, smirking at the two.

“It wasn’t like that, Tony” Steve said, realizing what Tony was referencing. It was Steve’s turn to be flustered. You grabbed Steve’s hand and pulled him out of the lab before Tony could embarrass you both anymore.

After you walked out of the door, Steve slung his arm around your shoulders. “You want to come back to my room?” He asked, looking over at you. Your eyes went wide at his question. It took him a second to realize why you were so shocked.

“No expectations. We could watch a movie or just talk” he reassured you. The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable. Steve was enamored by you in every way. A shy smile snuck onto your face. “That sounds amazing. You really aren’t like any other guy I’ve ever been on a date with” you said, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.

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donutloverxo · 4 years

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So sorry

Summary- You max out Steve's credit card. Will you be able to make upto him?

Warnings- smut, daddy kink, deep throating, spanking

Pairing- Steve Rogers x brat!reader

Word count- 2k

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You took a deep breathe, sipping from your champagne flute, scrunching your nose at the bitter taste of it. Why people liked alcohol you’ll never understand. In your opinion if something isn’t sweet then it doesn’t taste good.

You smiled stealing glances at the huge diamond chandelier above you. You tried your best to conceal your amazement, you didn’t want to seem as if you didn’t belong there. Until now you had only seen other people own designer bags and brands. You were from a simple middle class family and still a student who never really had any money of her own.

You figured you’ll never own a chanel bag or a cartier love bracelet, they were ridiculously overpriced anyway and totally not worth it, but you still felt drawn to them. They were always out of reach. Until Steve that is.

When you started dating him you never expected to have him buy you such amazing presents. He seemed like a simple minimalistic guy. But judging from your big fat tiffanys engagement ring, and many other things he has bought for you, being an avenger apparently paid well.

He gave you his credit card for your expenses and ‘some fun' like three months into your relationship. You never really used it. You didn’t want to take advantage of him, he already did so much for you and took such good care of you. But now that you were practically married, his money was your money. So maybe you can buy that Hermes bag which costs more than your rent? He asked you to ‘don’t go too crazy with it’ Would four thousand dollars really be that crazy?

“Look at the material on this. It’s made of lamb skin” Stacey gushed feeling the baby pink bag on her fingers.

She was the root cause of your crazy shopping spree. She practically forced you to spend so much money, you’re not even sure how much damage you’ve done in total but you know it’s pretty bad. She was a victorias secret model who had legs that went on for days and brown skin as clear as crystal. She was also Tony's new flame, unlike you she didn’t really have to worry about the bill.

“It goes so well with your hair!” she raved clapping her hands and looking at you as if you’re the most adorable thing she’s ever seen.

“I can’t” You whined resisting the urge to pout, that only works on Steve. “I’ve already spent so much. Maybe next month” You tried to reason more with yourself than her.

“Oh girl” She tsked you moving closer to you to whisper “I’m sure you can find some way to make up to Steve. He’s too whipped for you to care anyway”

You grinned at that. He was a lovestruck fool. It was so warming to know that you inspired that kind of passion in him. “how would I take care of him?” You frowned. You don’t really make any money. You will after you get a job but it still wouldn’t be nearly as much as Steve. You looked at her deadpanned face and then it dawned on you “oh” you breathed.

“Yeah” She nodded “now put your money where your mouth is. Men are easy to control, you’ll learn soon enough” She winked as you handed over Steve’s credit card to the cashier. You were happy to have such a beautiful bag, but you couldn’t ignore that nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach. Were you nervous or excited? You couldn’t decide.

You hurriedly punched in the code for yours and Steve’s suite in the Avengers tower, your birth year, opening and closing the door with your foot, your hands were too occupied carrying the loads of bags. You planned to hide your clothes and bags but you were too late.

There he was, the love of your life, the apple of your eye, your future husband, sitting on the couch, his left leg crossed over the right one. He looked at you as you gave him a nervous smile, pathetically trying to hide the bags under the dining table.

You slipped over to him kneeling to his side on the couch, it was time to butter him up “I missed you so much Stevie” You squealed hugging his bicep and nuzzling your nose into his cheek. He opened his mouth to say something, but you captured his lips in a bruising kiss. You slipped your tongue into his mouth, massaging his tongue with yours. You moaned into his mouth, knowing how much he liked it when you made those sinful amazing noises. You straddled his lap pressing your titts onto his chest chest as you trailed kisses down his jaw and neck. He pulled you closer to him, if that was even possible, by your waist.

“Wait” He said but didn’t stop you from sucking on his earlobe. He sternly said your name which made you freeze. You could be cute with Steve all you like but when the captain comes out, you know you’re in trouble.

You pulled away looking into his bright blue eyes and fluttering your new eyelash extensions. “Looks like you had fun” He said looking at your bags which were somewhat visible from the couch.

You grabbed his chin to make him look at you, oh how much you wanted to kiss that frown away but you can’t be too obvious. “I did daddy” you rolled your hips against his, pleased with the way his breathe hitched.

He held onto your hips to stop your ministrations “I got a call from the bank. You maxed out my credit card princess”

You whined wanting to stomp your foot but you can’t, not from this angle “But you said I could buy whatever I want”

“I also told you to be responsible with it. Just because we have money doesn’t mean we should be so careless with it” He reasoned.

You had to really fight the urge to roll your eyes. He was probably right but you weren’t going to admit that, not right away anyway. Instead you rolled your hips one more time, ignoring the way he called your name again.

You smirked when you felt his erection poking your thigh. You remembered the first time you felt it, after a heavy make out session, you hadn’t seen it but were so ridiculously afraid to fit him inside you.

You knelt before him as he stared at you, stalking your every move. You spread his knees making room for yourself between them and went to work on unzipping him.

“You can’t just get on your knees whenever you want to get your way” He sighed putting his hand over yours.

“Do you want to see my new bra?” You wondered. You unzipped your dress pushing the straps down to reveal your pale blue satin push up bra with a little bow in the middle, as if you were a present to be unwrapped. You could see him swallow, his fists clenching so hard, his knuckles turned white

You smirked at the small victory taking him out of his briefs and kissing the tip “Hello there little soilder. Did you miss me?” you pressed an open mouth kiss to his tip.

He bucked his hips up hissing at you “You played with him just last night” He said and cringed at his own words. You laughed covering your mouth with your hand. You had successfully infected him with your ridiculousness.

“Ooh” You cooed lapping up his precome before swallowing him whole, fitting whatever you could in your mouth. Over your relationship you had gotten better at taking him in your mouth but you still couldn’t fit all of him. He never really let you spend too much time on your knees anyway.

He bunched your hair up into a ponytail, probably to get a better look at your face. “No” You said pulling him out of your mouth, pushing his hand away from your hair “I just got it blow dried” you complained, his cum and your lipgloss smeared all over your lips and his cock.

“You’re such a brat” He grumbled “off with this” he bent over to unhook your bra slipping it off and exposing your titts to him. You should’ve known, modern lingerie didn’t really interest Steve, he liked seeing you in simple comfortable nightgowns. He sucked one into his mouth as you tried to hold in a moan. You gasped as he bit it, releasing it with a pop as he sat back against the couch, watching you with glossy lust-filled eyes.

You sucked his ball pulling it with your lip as he massaged your titt. You pumped him with your hand as more of his come came out of his tip. You couldn’t resist, you had to get a taste so you placed him back in your mouth.

You could feel how close he was by the way his cock twitched in your mouth. Usually, you’d swallow him whole or make him come on your face or titts. It depends on his or your mood. But today you had a purpose. You pulled him out of your mouth, looking at him with your best puppy dog eyes “My jaw hurts, I need a break” You made of show of massaging your jaw. It did somewhat hurt but not enough to stop.

He made a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a cry. You looked at his angry red tip, looking as if it was about to burst. “It must be painful?” You asked stroking his length with your hand. He groaned desperately nodding his head “It is doll. Please”

“Well I can’t keep my daddy waiting” With that he was back in your mouth so deep that your nose almost touched his blonde curls. You swallowed around him as your tongue licked stripes up his slit. “Jesus Christ” He sweared holding onto your neck. Even if he was upset with you he wouldn’t mess with your hair. Not when it looked so pretty.

Abruptly he pushed your mouth off him. You looked at his red flushed face and neck as he rigorously stroked himself, spurts of his come landing on your titts. He groaned and moaned and cursed, holding onto your shoulder.

Finally he sat back against the cushions looking into your eyes as you gathered some of his cummies on your fingers before sucking on them. “So yummy” You moaned.

“What am I gonna do with you” He shook his head.

You smirked feeling as if you had won. You pulled a few tissue papers out of the box from the coffee table cleaning him up and pressing a kiss to his cock before tucking it back in his pants. “Just love me and spoil me. You wanna see what I bought? I could put on a show for your” You perked up at the opportunity of trying on your dresses for him. You knew you couldn’t get past the second dress, with the type of clothing you had bought, you were bound to get your pussy fucked raw at the end of it.

He hummed “Sure – but before that” Before you knew it he hauled you up, manhandling you and placing you over his knees. “you have to be punished” He stroked your ass over your panties warming you up “How much do you think you deserve? How about fifteen for every grand you spent” He delivered a slap over your panties before pulling them down.

It would be a long night and you would love every second of it.

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Title: Is This Love? Collaborator Name: ceealaina Card: TSB - 4008 IHB - 2007 Link: AO3 Square Filled: TSB A2 - Pining IHB G2 - Mutual Pining Ship: IronHusbands, Pre-SteveSam Rating: Teen Major Tags: Mutual Pining, Fluff and Humor Summary: 'Tony wasn’t looking at him though, or at the speaker. His gaze was fixed through the glass windows and into the hallway beyond where the military delegation had just arrived, among them Colonel Rhodes. “Oh my god,” Tony breathed, staring at him. “He’s so hot.”'

Steve's stuck in the world's longest debrief and, to make matters worse, he's stuck beside Tony who won't stop waxing poetic about his husband. Word Count: 1531

Steve fidgeted slightly, doing his best to at least pretend he was paying attention as the pencil pusher from SHIELD droned on, and on, and on. Normally their debriefs were, well, brief. Or at least as much as he could manage to make them; he’d learned from experience what happened if they ran too long.

But this time some important government official or another had been in the group of near victims, and apparently he’d gotten a bit of a scare and now had some Thoughts on how the Avengers could work more efficiently. So following their regular debrief, there was a secondary SHIELD debrief, and then a military debrief, and then probably some other government debrief. Sitting through them was more lip service than anything, and Steve had been assured that nobody actually expected them to change anything, but despite his attempts at setting a good example, and for all that he gave Tony shit about debriefs being important, he couldn’t help feeling this was a giant waste of time.

He was running over his to-do list in his head in an attempt to stay awake when Tony made a low whining noise beside him. Steve glanced over briefly, doing a quick scan for any visible injuries. He wasn’t even in the Iron Man suit anymore, and there were no signs of bleeding or breaks, but Tony was notoriously good at hiding injuries. Ignoring the speaker, Steve turned to face him.

“Hey, you alright?”

Tony wasn’t looking at him though, or at the speaker. His gaze was fixed through the glass windows and into the hallway beyond where the military delegation had just arrived, among them Colonel Rhodes.

“Oh my god,” Tony breathed, staring at him. “He’s so hot.”

It was through sheer force of will that Steve resisted the urge to smack himself in the face, focusing his gaze on the speaker again. “Jesus Christ, Tony.”

“Are you looking at him?” Tony hissed, not even trying to pretend he wasn’t ogling Rhodes. “That uniform does things to me, Steve. And that ass?”

“I hate you so much.” Steve regretted even asking. Next time he was just going to let Tony suffer, even if he did have hidden injuries.

“He’s just so gorgeous, oh my god. Do you think he likes me?”

Briefly forgetting they were in a meeting, Steve turned to stare at him incredulously. “Tony, he’s your husband.”

Tony was smirking and gave Steve a wink. “I know,” he told him before he gaze slid back over to Colonel Rhodes and his expression softened. “I just want him so bad.”

Steve rolled his eyes and turned to face front again, but apparently while he’d been distracted with Tony the SHIELD portion had finally come to an end because their speaker was packing up. A minute later Colonel Rhodes was entering the room, along with the other military officials. Tony reached out and clutched Steve’s arm like a teenage girl.

“God, the way he walks,” he breathed, scooting his chair in closer when Steve tried to pull away. “He’s so commanding, gives me the fucking shivers.” He elbowed Steve. “I’d follow his orders, know what I mean?”

“Tony!” Steve hissed.

“Oh please,” Tony whispered back. “I’ve seen the way you look at the non-hawk bird member of our team. Wait, are falcons a type of hawk too?” He shrugged, apparently deciding it didn’t matter. “Anyway, I know you know what I’m talking about.”

Steve felt his cheeks heat when his gaze automatically moved over to Sam, only to find him watching them curiously with an amused look on his face. There was no way he could hear their conversation from the other end of the table, but it wouldn’t take super hearing to know that Tony was giving him a hard time about something.

“You’re the worst,” Steve told Tony, fixing his eyes on the table before he turned bright red and gave the game away entirely. “I don’t know why I’m friends with you.”

“Because my wealth is only matched by my charisma?” Tony offered before immediately getting distracted when Rhodey took the seat directly across the table from them. He grinned at Tony, giving him a wink, and Tony made a sound like he’d been punched in the gut, the fingers that he still had around Steve’s arms tightening even more. “Oh my god, he’s so hot.”

Tony tuned the meeting out entirely, instead spending the entire thing making soppy, lovestruck expressions at Rhodey. Apparently the colonel wasn’t actually speaking today, and Steve wasn’t sure if that was a good thing. On the one hand, he was pretty sure that Tony would have spontaneously exploded if Rhodes did something as ‘commanding’ as lead an entire meeting, so at least he didn’t have to deal with that. On the other hand, he did have to deal with Tony whining every time Rhodes would look at him, followed by a forlorn sigh when he’d look away again. That was on top of the way he’d constantly remind Steve of just how hot his husband was, how much he loved how capable he was, how turned on he was by the way the man talked or walked or breathed.

He knew that Tony was partly doing it to drive him crazy, but also because he was just genuinely that in love with his husband. Steve would never tell him this, but it was actually really sweet. Not that that didn’t mean he wasn’t ready to set something on fire by the time they got out of there.

Rhodey had slipped out first, talking with one of the other military guys, but he lingered and pulled away when Tony and Steve came through the door, moving to join them instead. “Hey, baby,” he hummed, not even hesitating to give Tony a soft kiss in front of everyone. “Nightmare of meeting,” he added, giving him a suspicious look. “On your best behaviour?”

“Always,” Tony scoffed, like he hadn’t spent the entire time trying to drive Steve crazy.

Rhodey caught a look at Steve’s expression. “Yeah, I bet,” he said, twining his fingers with Tony’s. “So I’ve got a couple things to finish up, but I should be home by seven.”

“Barring any more end of the world scenarios, of course,” Tony pointed out.

“Of course,” he agreed. “Chinese for dinner? I’ve got the worst craving for that lo mein.”

“From that place on 47th?” Tony asked, grinning at Rhodey’s enthusiastic nod. “You’ve got it, baby. I’ll have it ready and waiting for seven.”

“Such a good little husband,” Rhodey teased, before their voices dropped as they wandered a little further down the hall, probably declaring their undying love a few more times for good measure.

“Hey, you alright?”

It was only the super reflexes that kept Steve from jumping when Sam suddenly spoke from beside him, and he was sure that the look he gave Sam was a little manic. He didn’t comment on it though, just gave Steve that same amused look.

“You were looking a little frazzled during the meeting.”

“Oh, yeah.” Steve gestured over to where Tony and Rhodey were still talking, giving each other heart eyes. “It was just, you know… Tony.”

“I do know Tony,” Sam agreed. He paused a moment and then shrugged. “Anyway, I’m gonna go take a shower, have a beer. Maybe zone out in front of the TV for a couple hours.” He winked at Steve. “Catch you later, Cap.”

Steve watched him go, giving Rhodey and Tony a wave as he passed them, and Steve felt something flutter in his stomach. Tony may have been a pain in the ass, but Steve wanted what he had with Rhodey, wanted that kind of relationship for himself. And, well, he was many things, but a coward wasn’t one of them.

“Hey, Sam!” he called, jogging the few feet to catch up to him. He hesitated for an instant, acutely aware of Tony and Rhodey standing right there. “Uh… You wanna grab dinner later? You know, after your shower and beer?”

It wasn’t that unordinary of a request; the two of them had grabbed dinner together any number of times before. But if the grin on Sam’s face was any indication, he knew what Steve was really asking.

“Yeah, Steve,” he said, clapping him on the arm and holding his grip for a few beats longer than he normally would. “Sounds great. Pick me up around eight?”

Steve could feel the blush creeping up the back of his neck as he watched him go, more from the fact that he could practically feel Tony and Rhodey staring at him than the interaction with Sam. He was expecting the teasing to start at any moment, but when he finally looked over, Tony was grinning at him.

“Aw yeah, Cap,” he said, eyes twinkling. “Get it.” He leaned over to give Rhodey another quick kiss. “See you later, handsome,” he purred before following Sam’s path, giving Steve a proud smack on the back on his way by.

“Oh my god,” Rhodey sighed as the two of them watched him head off down the hall. “He’s so hot.”

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howdoyousleep3 · 4 years

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Idek why I’m all in the softs when I’m horny af, but daddy Steve’s reaction to bucky dressed to the fucking nines, in a suit or a tux and he’s just like wtf all that is mine?????

Babyyyy some of the best horny times are the soft ones! And this one would be one of them!

As soon as Steve gets done adjusting his bowtie, centering it on his neck, he’s glancing down at his watch. Plenty of time. There are events where he himself gets a little nervous, his stomach a tad uneasy, and this is one of them. A lot of people, a loud environment, the importance of impressing; it’s all swirled together into Tony and Pepper’s holiday party. It’s a party thrown by friends but one that Steve can’t totally let loose at because there are also a plethora of people who work for and with Steve, whom a connection is valuable and necessary. That pushes Steve to ensure he’s on point and on his best behavior for the entirety of the night.

It’s also Bucky’s first time accompanying Steve to this event. It isn’t his first time attending a work event or a party of sorts by Steve’s side, but it is his first time attending this particular party. Steve would be lying if he said there wasn’t added pressure because of that alone. Adding to that small mountain of pressure is the fact that Bucky is incredibly nervous for tonight. He’s only whispered his worries about tonight into Steve’s shoulder once before and only once, but Steve knows they remain underlying.

Steve needs to be strong for his boy.

“Buck? How’s it goin’?” Steve asks rather loudly from the bathroom, knowing Bucky’s in the closet changing into his suit. He spent an adorable amount of time in the mirror fussing with his hair, wanting it to be perfectly curly, as if Bucky wasn’t angelic enough. Steve hears Bucky respond but can’t hear exactly what he says so he steps out of the bathroom and heads to the closet.

“You okay, Buck? I couldn’t hear—”

It’s one of those moments just like the movies, time slowing down, the rush and chaos of the evening deafening out to a lull in Steve’s brain. Every piece of his own body zones in and focuses on Bucky standing before him in the closet fidgeting with his sleeve.

“Buck…”

He hears himself say it, like a breath, like a prayer, the same way he says it in his head, like a song. Bucky looks…looks—

“Bucky, you look…holy shit, baby.”

When Bucky turns to look at him over his shoulder Steve feels like his heart slide up into his throat. He tells himself to breathe, to stop being dramatic, but how is he supposed to act anything close to normal when his boyfriend looks like a fallen angel right here in front of him?

Bucky is dressed to the nines, looks like he’s walked right out of a high-fashion ad in Vogue. Sleek black shoes, tight as sin black pants, white dress shirt with simple black buttons. It’s simple, elegant, classic; of course Bucky looks immaculate in the basics. What stops Steve in his tracks is the jacket Bucky is wearing.

It’s the prettiest shade of green Steve has ever seen. It’s like the color of a Pacific Coast forest, deep and dark but lively, matches beautifully with the chestnut locks all curled and perfect on the top of Bucky’s head. Steve is ten steps away from Bucky, but he can immediately tell that the green was a gorgeous choice to go with his boys’ eyes.

Steve loves Bucky in this suit but wants to rip him right out of it as well.

“Steve, quit it. Does it…does it look okay?” Steve’s heart aches. He’s so in love, so very in love with this man. Steve has moments where he realizes how lucky he is that Bucky chose him, has a thousand a day he feels like, but the ones such as this are rare. One such as this where he can’t tell if he wants to grin or laugh or cry or fall to his knees and grab at any piece of Bucky he can get.

“Buck…’okay’? Sweetheart you look…” Steve can’t even finish his sentence, can’t even find the right words to use and just stands there and watches Bucky look at his feet sheepishly, run his hands down the front of his suit jacket. Steve’s walking before he even realizes he’s the one taking the steps himself and his lovestruck self doesn’t even stop when he gets to Bucky, grabs onto the younger man and walks them back until they’re pressed into the shelves.

“Steve!” Bucky whines through a giggle, Steve feeling hands on his own hips, Bucky’s hands, but he’s distracted, is looking down into Bucky’s eyes and shit—

“Fuck, look at you, sugar. Look at these eyes, god. Is this…Buck, is this velvet?” His hands run from Bucky’s jaw and down to cup at his shoulders, groans when he feels the softness beneath his fingers.

“Nat…Nat said that you’d like it, that you…wouldn’t be able to keep y-your hands off of me.” Bucky’s voice is meek and shy, and it makes Steve want to gobble Bucky up right there, makes him want to hide Bucky away from the rest of the world. He squeezes at Bucky’s shoulders, makes a little rumbly noise before sliding his hands back up to cup Bucky’s face.

“Remind me to send Nat flowers. Has she been hinting at wanting to go somewhere lately? Should we send her away for a weekend? God, Bucky. How am I supposed to keep my hands off of you all night?” and Steve’s voice gets a little deeper, a little breathier, leans in and gives a breathless Bucky a few heated kisses.

“You…you don’t have to,” is what his beautiful Bucky responds with and Steve is so in love. His lips trail from Bucky’s mouth to his jaw, little heated kisses with equally small noises given to each one. Steve’s hands cup Bucky like he’s a rare treasure but his kisses and the sudden roll of his hips are much rougher. Bucky’s noises are surprised, petite, as Steve sucks on the hinge of his jaw.

“No marks! Steve, don’t—” but Steve groans, growls, runs his hands down to cup at Bucky’s ass through his pants that are fucking painted on and—

“Fuck, baby how am I gonna get through the night, huh? Gonna have to keep my hands on you all night, gonna have to make sure people know you’re mine, that you have a Daddy.”

“Steve.” Bucky’s hands get a little more grabby, run up under the older man’s suit jacket, fingers pressing into his shirt.

“Fuck the party—let’s stay home.” Bucky’s giggle is like music to Steve’s ears and he does what he can to catch the melodic noise on his own lips. Bucky’s hands are on Steve’s chest now, pushing at him playfully, and it makes the older man lean and nibble his way up to Bucky’s ear.

“If you think I worried myself sick about this party and dressed up like this and fussed over my hair for nothing, Steve Rogers you are mistaken. We are going and we’re going to have a great time and—quit it!” Steve succumbs with a dramatic sigh, an extra hard squeeze all over.

“In all seriousness, Buck you look incredible. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, sugar but Lord only knows I’ll keep up what I’m doin’.” His voice is low as he attempts to ensure that the younger man fully believes the words he speaks. The flush that rises to Bucky’s cheeks makes more than Steve’s heart ache, makes him press a few more wet kisses to Bucky’s plump lips.

“Thank you. What you’re doing is more than enough, Steve. I love you.” Steve’s grin is entirely out of his control.

“Love you too, baby. You ready?” Steve takes a step back, straightens out a few stray curls of Bucky’s, his own bowtie. The hot pool of arousal heavy in Steve’s gut simmers as he watches Bucky straighten out his jacket, runs his hands down his chest.

“Yes, let’s do this,” and Steve’s grabbing his watch from the drawer to their right as Bucky makes his exit when his boy, (more than out of arms-reach, the smart kid), says—

“Oh, and Steve? Wait until you see what’s under suit, Daddy…”

Steve is a goner.

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luckywatersao3 · 4 years

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K L P S Q - sorry I know it’s a lot! Just curious!

Okay in alphabetical order:

K: What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

I'm kind of surprising myself with this answer, but maybe Ginny? I remember when I was first reading Harry Potter, I began to identify so strongly with Ginny in the fifth and sixth books. I think it was really relatable to have a character so shy/naive/lovestruck, and then have her grow into herself and become confident. That said, now I'm not too high on her representation because her development is pretty male-gazey, like it's just about dating other people, being popular and being "feisty." But at the time I guess that's what I wanted to be, so I related to it. In other fandoms, I think it's so cool how Tony Stark develops across the MCU films as his sense of obligation to the world/universe increases.

L: Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves.

Um so background: I actually really don't like Sirius as a character. I think he was a bully growing up, who thought he was morally absolvent because he didn't follow his parents teachings, and since then he has, understandably, become unhinged following his friends being murdered, spending thirteen years in a hellish prison with seemingly no human interaction. For that reason, I abhor when people make him out to be a role model, father figure, anything like a functioning human being. He was a goddamn broken mess who needed about fifteen more years to find out who he was and whether he had grown out of being a bully. That said, none of this is his fault, his hangups/how he acts after getting out of prison is so understandable, I just have an issue with how fandom portrays him. Anyway, the nice thing I have to say is that it's fairly charming that for the year of Goblet of Fire, he was seemingly completely dedicated to keeping Harry safe and providing advice to him.

P: Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

I'm not making these fandom specific because I could see them for a bunch of ships:

Character A is the angel-on-Character B's-shoulder, only they've become disenchanted with angeling, so they're a sassy misanthropist.

Character A is the night bus driver for one of the city's many routes. Character B works nights, and somehow rides Character A's bus every night.

Character A is the personal chef of Character B, a professional athlete.

Character A is a professional organizer hired to go through Character B's dead relative's belongings.

Q: A fandom you’ve abandoned and why.

Teen Wolf or Supernatural-- both primarily because I stopped watching the show. Teen Wolf, because once Derek left the show, I no longer had hopes of Sterek becoming canon, or their subtext getting more development. Supernatural, because I never got into the Castiel ship, and the rest of the show was becoming so so dark that I stopped watching and got lost when I tried to read fics without context Interestingly, I did recently go back and read a bunch of sterek fics, so maybe I'll come back to that fandom, despite not having watched the last few seasons of the show.

S: Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

I think most of my headcanons around Harry Potter are around the workings of the wizarding world-- like that the reason apparation makes noise is because of the sudden displacement of matter, or that post owls have to go through training before being sold as post owls, they’re not just regular owls, or that there are other wizarding streets other than diagon alley in major cities.

But one character head canon is that Harry is quite submissive in bed, because he has lived his life with so much pressure on him, and having someone else make the decisions and give him orders is extremely freeing.

#Q&a #fandom asks #hp #marvel #teen wolf #supernatural

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fk12b · 5 years

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Anubis: The Doggo & The Goddess

Steve Rogers x Goddess!Reader

The Cap² Writing Challenge by @justsomebucky & @imhereforbvcky

Summary: When the balance of the world is in danger, you know it’s a battle you can’t fight alone.

Main Characters: The Avengers Assembled

Reader’s Special Abilities: Scientific engineer, guns, expert tactician, hand-to-hand combatant, elements control, goddess

Prompts:

Prompt 8 from the challenge: “Is it okay if I bring my dog?”

“I got no plans tomorrow night”

325 - “You look… okay… I MEAN…”

344 - “I’M ABOUT TO GO SAMURAI JACK ON YOUR ASS!”

Warning: Mentions of blood and angsty events. Just fluff. Sam and Bucky being Sam and Bucky

Word Count: 4989 Words

A/N: I might or might not bassed reader’s doggo on Flerkens, but it can be considered a Flerken because it’s a dog. So I don’t know let’s name this species a Krakken Dog (x) (???) (X)

Reminders: Y/N/N -> your nickname

Based on these songs -> Where Did Party Go - Fall Out Boy & Fourth Of July - Fall Out Boy

“I have a bad feeling about this mission” you shared your worries in a whisper “and it’s not because tomorrow is Steve’s birthday and don’t have a present yet”

Currently, you were sitting between Natasha and Wanda in the debriefing room while Fury explained what consisted your mission on. At first look, the HYDRA base looked like it was abandoned, but, why would they build one in the middle of nowhere surrounded by mountains and leafy forest to abandon it? It makes no sense.

“How is that so?” Natasha leaned in to whisper to you.

“Look at the location” You whispered back without tearing your eyes from the screen in front of you. “The tall mountains are perfect for area look-outs. The forest is also perfect to catch by surprise any offensive groups”

“I agree” Natasha nodded “No one puts too much effort in their defenses to throw them away when they get tired of the location”

“I bet fifty it’s an underground base” you turned to look at your friend

“Fifty more they’re waiting for us” Natasha agree with a smirk

“I bet fifty too” Wanda joined tapping your right shoulder to gain your attention “That we are outnumbered,” She said when you leaned closer to her.

“Ladies” You heard your boyfriend Steve whisper placing his head between Natasha and you “stop betting and pay attention” you turned around as he leaned back in his seat and watched how he bet with Sam and Bucky.

“Says who?” you raised an eyebrow at them.

“You saw nothing,” Bucky said while Pietro and he placed their index finger in front of their lips. Shaking your looks you turned your attention back to Fury who was about to wrap up the meeting.

“That would be all. Any questions?” Fury asked looking at each one of you “Yes?” He motioned for you to talk when you eagerly raised your hand.

“Is it okay if I bring my dog?” If you were going to be outnumbered anyway, better bring more help right?

“I don’t see why not” Nick nodded making you smile and clapped his hands “Now go away, try not to die and bring me those files”

“yes sir,” you all said each one of you leaving the room, Steve waiting for you outside to walk with you.

“What was that important that you girls couldn't wait to bet about?” Steve asked falling into step with you.

“I could ask the exact same, captain” you looked up to him with a questioning gaze. He looked at you for a second then sighed giving in.

“We were betting on if the elevator would go up or no with Mjolnir inside” He clarified pressing the call for the elevator.

You turned your attention to your boyfriend who was deep in thought and biting his lip and hands on his hips when he didn’t answer if he knew where was your four-legged friend.

“Babe” you giggled when Steve hummed as if he just realized you were there right now, “I asked you if you have seen Anubis somewhere”

“Oh no” He shook his head “I haven’t seen him. So, I was wondering” Steve placed his hands on your hips to drag you closer to him. “I got no plans tomorrow night, you got no plans tomorrow night” you hummed in agreement lacing your fingers at the back of his neck arms around his neck to bring him closer to you “What do you say we do something special?” He nudged his nose with yours before resting his forehead against yours.

Steve was about to kiss you, he only got to brush your lips with his, when the elevator dinged and something collided with him sending him to the floor. It was Anubis, the Doberman that accompanies you everywhere, who started licking all over Steve’s face, not leaving any room for him to move.

“H-Hey, bud!” The supersoldier said between giggles trying to break free to no avail “Come, on. Stop”

“Anubis!” you squealed happily grabbing the dog’s attention. You positioned a leg slightly forward than the other so he could jump. You gave your dog a hug when he placed his front legs on your shoulders and when you let go he sat in front of you and barked happily. “Ready to go on a mission?” you asked the Doberman and he replied with another happy bark. Happily, you help your boyfriend off the floor and together went to get ready for the mission.

The Quinjet was filled with different conversations. Clint was at the controls with Natasha next to him. Steve, you, with Anubis between your legs, and Tony were sitting in the three seats behind them, and all of you were discussing last-minute details of your escape plan. Bucky, Sam, and Thor were discussing the properties of the Asgardian liquor and its effects and Bruce was in the last row of seats along with Wanda, Pietro, and Vision, trying to explain them a complex application of the biomedical advances. Everyone was immersed in their own conversation.

“I’m curious” Tony suddenly spoke, from your right shifting in his seat so he was facing you, when he heard the conversation Thor was having behind him, “How much alcohol do you need to drink so you would get drunk?”

“Well it depends” you started explaining turning to Tony “For a goddess or god, like my kind usually takes five liquor stores or two whole breweries”

“Lady Y/N” Thor joined the conversation leaning forward in his seat “Do you have any kind of liquor in Dvasia?”

“Like Asgardian liquor?” you wondered turning your head to look at the blonde god and he nodded “Yeah, we have to kinds. There’s the Nectar, that works like human alcohol in minor gods, goddesses, and angels and makes a god or goddess, like my kind, lose the perception of time the more you drink. And there’s the Elixir, this is a harder liquor, and a lot stronger than the Asgardian liquor. Gods usually bet on how many shots will take a god before they blackout”

“That seems fun. Is there any record set?” Thor asked eagerly very keen on how the conversation turned.

“Yeah, Leth was the one who took the most shots. Ten shots. He didn’t wake up for two centuries” Thor and you let out a full laugh “Well, that’s not a very good record considering he spends most of the time drunk.”

“He seems like a cool guy” Tony nodded in approval “What is he like when he’s sober?”

“Not that cool” you sighed “Last time he was sober he destroyed the necromancers’ kingdom and the first magic war between the seven kingdoms started. One of the worst dark periods of Dvasia.”

“Oh, well, better not invite Doctor Jekill to any party” Tony joked “This information was very useful, but that’s not what I asked you” he smirked at you.

“How much do you have to drink to get drunk?” Natasha repeated the question making an exaggerated emphasis on the word you.

“I won’t give any kind of information you could use against me” you leaned on your seat closing your eyes.

“Steve?” Sam asked his friend sticking his head between both of your seats “How many drinks did you have to buy her until she agreed to go on a date with you?”

“Nah Sam, he would have ended up broke, and he’s not Al Capone” Bucky chimed in “The punk tricked her somehow but not with alcohol, he’s too old to go to those called night pubs” the ex-assassin frowned at his friend.

“Shut up jerk” Steve groaned rolling his eyes “I didn’t trick her, okay?” he raised a hand almost smacking Sam in the face.

“Y/N?” Sam tapped your arm “Did you charm him?” he raised an eyebrow at you with a smirk. “Seriously, you could have charmed someone younger”

“Of course I didn’t!” You protested turning to face Sam completely. You rolled your eyes when Bucky raised another eyebrow at you “I have a lot of powers but making someone fall for me is not one of them”

“Then, how do you explain that lovestruck face?” Bucky pointed to his friend.

“Lovestruck? I thought that was his stupid face, Hey!” Sam rubbed the back of his head when Steve smacked him.

“To be honest” you questioned “I don’t know what he saw in me” you frowned focusing on the landscape ahead.

“Are you serious right now?” Steve turned to you dumbfounded.

“Guys thirty minutes to jump” Clint’s voice cut everyone “we’re almost there”

“We should start getting ready” Natasha commanded unbuckling her safety belt and stood up. In seconds the Quinjet was filled with movement.

“This conversation is not over” Steve pointed a finger at you making you chuckle at his frown, before kissing you softly.

“I think I’m gonna throw up” Sam made gagging noises earning him a punch from Natasha and Wanda and a bark from Anubis.

Once everyone was ready and Clint announced there were only ten minutes left, you still felt uneasy and couldn’t stop fidgeting with your hands. You have been on plenty of missions. But, the one at hand is supposed to be an inside-out, although it screamed danger. Anubis whine startled you from your train of thoughts.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder, he could recognize the fear in your eyes.

“I don’t know” You let out a nervous breath “but I have a bad feeling about this mission” you shared your worries fidgeting with your necklace.

“How is that so?” Pietro asked frowning tilting his head to look at you.

“I can’t quite pinpoint it” You took a step back unclasping you luck charm from your neck “But I think something dangerous is waiting for us”

“Come on, Y/N/N, we have two gods on our side” he pointed at Thor and himself with a smirk “What could possibly go wrong?” Tony tried to reassure you with a joke but didn’t make any difference

Shaking a bit your head you looked at the charm in the palm of your right hand. The golden pendant that looked a medium-sized medallion had two figures on the opposite sides of it representing the bad and good luck. As the goddess of balance, when you were in doubt of what the world needed from you, or simply to know if the odds were in your favor or not, you would spin your luck charm with your magic and the side that shows may be the fate.

“We also have a birdman and a doggo” Tony added “I don’t know what Clint is doing here, though”

“Moral support?” Clint tried to joke turning around to take a look at you all with a shrug.

You sent him a small smile and focused completely on the charm in the palm of your right hand.

“We have Y/N/N for that” Natasha teased him moving to stand on your right “She’s a goddess after all” Wanda added with a smirk standing behind you, making the man turned to focus back on the controls muttering something around the lines of ‘I don’t know why I bother’

“Twenty seconds to jump” Clint announced pressing some buttons.

Extending the hand holding the pendant and blowing some golden dust towards it, it began to spin in your palm.

“Ten seconds” He called again activating the autopilot and opening the doors.

Something was very wrong the pendant should have stopped spinning seconds ago, but it didn’t. When the final countdown began the charm stopped edgeways, almost hesitant to land on a side. At the last second, your worst fears became true.

“Bad luck” Both girls whispered with a worried look.

“I’ll watch over you” You reassured them while placing the pendant back around your neck retrieving its sun form everyone knew. “Make sure you always have Thor, Hulk or me near you”

“Good luck everyone” Vision spoke in a reassuring voice.

“We will be needing all of it” When you nodded the first team jumped.

“Safe landing” You heard Steve’s voice in the intercom next was Natasha

“On air” You heard Tony say “The perimeter is safe” that made you relax a bit, that meant that the air radar was not in use.

“Next team” Clint commanded activating the autopilot. Vision, Pietro and Bucky took a step forward “Go!” Clint shouted and they jumped off the Quinjet.

“Ready” you heard in the intercoms

“Bruce, Wanda, Sam” You commanded placing a knife on your thigh holster watching how Bruce transformed into the Hulk “you go next” you nodded Hulk smirked back at you and jumped. Sam went next saluting you before jumping backward while Wanda nodded back with a smile and fly down.

“The best team is ready” You heard Sam joke

“Thor, Anubis, Y/N” Clint turned in his seat “You ready?”

“We are ready” Thor nodded picking Anubis, who barked and held Mjolnir in the other. You nodded patting his bicep and went off with a smile.

“Clint?” you asked your friend and he stood up to give you his full attention “Watch our backs and don’t fly too away”

“Good luck” he nodded with a confident smile.

“We will be needing all of it” after that, you were down in the woods in a second, landing gracefully. “Nat, Pietro, Wanda. I’m right behind you” You looked up to the sky and saw Sam fly above you and saluted him.

“Okay team” Tony spoke “ready to kick some asses?” Tony asked rather cheerfully.

As you all expected, nearing the base was easy and didn’t require many bullets. Just blow up a couple of wagons, headed towards each group that you detected, thanks to the three golden snakes you cast and sent underground in the direction of each group. They also allowed you to sense any ground vibrations confirming that the compound was, in fact, an underground base.

You were currently inside the building, in the second basement, hiding with Natasha and the twins in one of the corridors you cleared. The only source of light you had where the emergency lights in each corridor because in order to get inside you had to cut the power.

“There are three archives. One is on the north side, second basement where we are” Natasha whispered “The second is on the west side, third basement, where Cap’s group is, and the last one, on the east side first basement where Tony’s group is”

“Nat give me your gun” She handed you her guns and you replaced the bullets in one of the comprising some energy into them and creating some blasts and returned them “In case something goes wrong” you handed Wanda one of your bracelets that will allow them to create a protective barrier or go invisible. “Guys wait a second I’m going to clear the corridors”

“I got your back” Natasha agreed standing next to you

You rounded the corner and started walking down the corridor using the shadows to hide your form, even though your tactic gear was similar to Nat’s. In a second, five men twice your size, were in front of you pointing their rifles at you. With your powers you twisted the barrels, so they were pointing to each of the men before they shot killing each other.

You heard Nat firing her guns behind you towards the other end of the corridor and picked one of the guns straightening the barrel back when the noise alerted another ten men that rounded the corner at the end, but you fought them easily, using the stock of the gun as help. Running to the end of the corridor, you crouched down sliding through the floor. In a fluid motion, you pointed to your left killing three agents standing there twisting your body to stand up and pointed to your right killing the last two agents standing there.

“Clear” Natasha and you shouted together “Second basement clear” Wanda spoke walking up to you.

“We need back up” You heard Bucky speak in the intercom.

“I’m going to help the others” You announced to the three of them.

“Okay we take it from here” Natasha nodded.

“Bucky” You spoke retreating back from the corridor you just cleared to the end of it and turned to your right teleporting your self right behind him, startling Steve in the process, who was crouched in front of him, protecting both of them with the shield. “Back up is here” you spoke standing side to side with Bucky and started firing taking down the agents that came towards you. The last agent managed to avoid the bullets and stood in front of you.

“Not today,” you said you said sending him to Morpheus arms’ by hitting him in the temple with your gun’s stock.

“I’m out of bullets,” Bucky said taking out the magazine.

“Give me that” You held your hand to him and Bucky handed you the empty magazine. You held it between both of your hands and concentrated your energy in it filling the magazine with yellow energy. “That should last even for two more missions”

“Energy blasts?” Bucky smirked placing the object back in the gun.

“Energy blasts” you smirked back but it instantly fell when you felt an explosion above you, near Tony’s group position. “Tony? What was that?” you asked pressing the intercom more to your ear. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, Y/N,” Tony said out of breath “We’re fantastic. Just broke through a wall and are inside the archive”

“We’ve got data from the second basement” You heard Natasha inform “We are ready”

“The outside is clear” you heard Sam shout in the intercoms.

“We are about to get inside the archive,” Steve said nodding towards you.

Bucky readied himself while you balled your fist and light them with fire creating a source of light, and you both nodded back. Steve broke the lock with his shield and opened the metal door. Bucky stood at the door covering your backs in case more agents came through the corridor while you followed the blonde supersoldier inside the room, and lighted it with your fire.

“We are inside” You commented the team while Steve proceeded to turn on one of the many computers and insert the USB.

“Data is cleared from the first basement” Tony cheered on the intercom almost making you deaf.

“Third basement cleared” you called once the USB’s light turned green indicating the data has transferred correctly.

“Let’s get out of here” Steve commanded grabbing the hand that wasn’t lighted with fire and motioned to Bucky to lead the way.

You didn’t take more than two steps when the red alarm lights lighted up and the metal door banged locking the three of you inside the room.

“Guys, what’s going on?” Pietro asked on the intercom.

“I think we are locked inside the rooms” Tony explained.

“No shit sherlock” Steve retorted making you slap his arm.

“Retrieving the data from the computers might have started the emergency protocol” Natasha guessed.

“Tell me it’s not the self-destruction code” you feared when there was a harsh shake making you three loose balance.

“Guys, you have to get out of there right now” Sam commanded “The building is going to crumble down”

“All right I’m gonna get you out of here right now,” You kneeling on one knee to place a hand on the ground.

You closed your eyes to focus on calling the snakes you cast earlier, making them the size of a train, and making sure each one went to the locations were the three groups were located. After some seconds, the head of a golden snake broke one of the walls of the room.

“What the fuck is that?” Steve, Tony, and Pietro asked bewildered

“Our way out” You simply said nearing the golden snake and petted it. In return, it opened its mouth “come on, get inside”

“The fuck, are you nuts?” Tony screamed.

“Oi, come on Stark!” you laughed “Big bad Tony is scared of a snake?” you asked feeling the building shake violently “we don’t have time get inside!” you commanded. Steve and Bucky reluctantly got inside the snake’s mouth.

“I could use a little hand out here” Thor’s voice boomed on the intercome “The building is surrounded by a HYDRA army” Vision added.

“What are you doing?” Steve screamed at you when you didn’t get inside

“Trust me” you simply said “as soon as you all get out of the snake, start firing okay you commanded” They all agreed except Bucky and Steve, and you sent the other two golden snakes outside.

“What are you going to do?” Steve queried taking a step towards you, but you stopped him with a kiss.

“There’s no time for explanations, just trust me, okay?” you asked softly when you pulled apart. Your boyfriend nodded reluctantly taking a step back. You then nodded at Bucky confidently who returned it just as confident

The last thing Steve saw where your shining golden eyes, and your from being engulfed by the debris, before the snake’s jaw closed and led them outside.

Steve was worried sick. Even though you tried to reassure him, he couldn’t help it. He lost too many people, and he wasn’t sure if could bear losing the best thing that happened to him since Peggy. But he trusted you, and the smile you sent him before the snake brought him and Bucky safely outside, meant that you had an ace under your sleeve. Still, he was worried. It has been a minute since everyone started fighting outside, on the north and the south sides of the crumbling building, and still, there was no sight of you. Suddenly there was an explosion and something broke free from the inside, leaving the area covered in dust.

“What was that?” Steve asked looking up to the sky trying to see something through the dust, to no avail, while the Hulk kept smashing agents and tanks

“I can not recognize it” Vision spoke analyzing the new situation “It is to fast to be identified, but I can guess it’s humanlike”

The men in front of the half of the team stopped firing when the heard a loud screech coming from the south area.

“What the fuck was that?” Clint trailed off looking at each of his teammates.

“I have no idea” Natasha answered him.

The dust cleared a bit to let everyone recognize Sam, Tony, and Wanda flying towards them. Thor landed between Steve and Bucky placing Anubis back in the floor.

“What the fuck” Pietro gasped making everyone turn to look at what he was looking.

In a second, Steve recognized it was you who was walking out of the crumbling building behind you as if nothing happened. But you looked different. Instead of the black and navy blue tactic gear you were wearing moments ago, you wearing a golden and crimson gown that left nothing to the imagination; rings bracelets, and necklaces adorning your tanned skin a brown cape floating behind you, as well as your loose Y/H/C mane that shone goldenly. What stuck out the most were your eyes that shone every color and your red lips.

With a firm step, you walked up to them, sending a wink to Steve when you walked past him, making him blush, Anubis following you walking on your right. Once you both were standing between the Avengers and the HYDRA army you stopped. You heard the men moving, and all the guns were pointing at you in a second. Anubis moved to stand himself in front of you and started barking startling everyone.

You knew what was coming next. As the guns were still up, the Doberman’s barks turned more aggressive making his eyes start shining red, and before any gun was fired, Anubis opened his jaws unleashing a mess of tentacles that circled all the army, and gobbled them up as if nothing happened. Crouching down, your four-legged friend run to you licking your face while you patted his back. After a moment, you stood up and turned to look at your friends, who had different reactions plastered on his faces.

“That was creepy” Natasha was the first one speaking pointing a finger to the dog “but I still like him” she added making Anubis let a happy bark.

“Did he… just…” Bucky was pointing to the dog with a look you couldn’t quite decipher. It was a mix of horror and bewilderment. He placed both of his hands in front of his mouth and gestured with them imitating an octopus, making you chuckle.

“Yeah” you smiled looking down at your friend “He’s a special kind of dog from Dvasia. They are famous for the mess of tendrils kept within their mouths. Some of the sprouted tendrils host a nest of fanged and ravenous maws which can bite down on and gobble up just about… anything” you explained to them as best as you could.

“Like an army of bad guys,” Thor nodded proudly “Exactly”

Anubis walked up to Thor and sat in front of him with an innocent look. Nudging his leg to be petted he laid down in front of him gibbing the blonde god the puppy eyes, who immediately crouched down to pet him. Anubis the run to the Maximof twins who also petted the dog happily. Vision also patted awkwardly his head when Wanda placed his hand on the dog’s head. Anubis the ran to Hulk to lick his big green hand what made the big guy chuckle.

“That sounds disgusting” Sam commented making a disgusted face. “And looks disgusting” He added. The happy dog ran towards Steve, startling him and sending him to the floor to start licking at his face again.

“Okay, buddy calm down. We’re still friends” The blonde supersoldier chuckled and the Doberman let go of Steve and went up to Bucky, laying down in front of him.

Anubis whined when his metal armed friend didn’t make a move to pet him and nudged his leg with his head. Bucky seemed glued to the spot just looking intently at the dog, trying to take everything that happened in less than a second in. He relaxed a bit when Anubis moved so Bucky’s metal hand was on his head and barked happily.

“Give me a moment, bud” Bucky reassured the dog with a chuckle “That was creepy as hell” the soldier scratched behind his ears Anubis barking again. “It was cool, but scary dude.” Bucky laughed he jumped to lick his face like he always did. “Yeah, yeah. You’re a big doggo”

You walked up to your boyfriend to help him stand up, while the others were busy with the dog. Steve seemed glued to the spot and couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“Is this your true form?” the captain asked quietly “You look… okay… I MEAN…” He stammered motioning to your form with his hands trying to find the best words making you chuckle.

“Yes, it is my true form” you smiled at him “Do you like it?”

“I love it” Your boyfriend smiled but then he frowned “How come no one is commenting on it?” Steve asked curiously.

“It’s because only some can see it” you explained “When there’s a golden glow around me only other gods, goddesses, angels or those who share a special bond with me can see my true form. Right now, only you and Thor can see my true form”

“I understand” Steve noded “I like your eyes, though. They shine different colors” He complimented making you blush.

“Thanks,” you said looking down shily, but Steve placed a finger under your chin to bring your face up so you were looking at him. Once your eyes locked he took the moment to kiss you passionately.

“OH NO!” Sam’s shout startled you making you break the kiss and turn to look at him. He was backing away from Anubis who was looking at Sam intently. “I know that look. Don’t” Sam commanded taking another step back pointing a finger to the dog “Stay put!” Anubis simply stood in for legs ears perked up. In a second he launched towards Sam who started running away as soon as the dog made a move.

“I’M ABOUT TO GO SAMURAI JACK ON YOUR ASS!” Sam shouted running as fast as he could “I’M ABOUT TO GO SAMURAI JACK ON YOUR ASSES!” Sam shouted again, as he ran towards the woods in the direction of the Quinjet. you all started heading back too. Steve had his arm around your shoulders pressing you to his side.

“Sam?” you chimed in “Who are you talking to? Anubis, us or just me”

“ALL OF YOU!” Sam didn’t need the intercom to speak or shout. You were sure they heard him in China. “ALL OF YOU! INCLUDING AMERICA’S ASS HERE!HEY!...NO! GET OFF OF ME!... NOT IN THE FACE!” you all let out a full laugh.

“Are you going to show the others?” Steve whispered in your ear making you look at him with a frown “Your true form I mean”

“I thought you wanted to enjoy your birthday present first” you winked at him. Steve after hearing that, he placed an arm under your legs and held bridal style making you squeal and held onto his neck. Once you were holding him tightly, he hurried to Quinjet.

“What’s with the hurry?” Clint asked Natasha watching Steve and you walk faster.

“Young love, my friend” Natasha joked patting her friend's shoulder.

Hope you like it and I’m sorry if this was badly written. Thanks for letting me participate in this challenge. I love y’all 3000. <3000

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uselessnocturnal · 5 years

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promises we’ve made

parkner | orpheus and eurydice au | chapter two | all i've ever known

summary; a parkner au of hadestown and the myth of orpheus and eurydice

“How far would you go for Harley?”

“To the end of time.” Peter says firmly, gripping his mask in one hand, “to the end of the universe.”

"It’s no spaceship,” Tony warns him, “Getting to Thanos is not an easy path – not for the sensitive of souls”

He pauses. "So do you really wanna go?”

"With all my heart.”

Tony regards him. “Well, that’s a start.”

chapter summary;

Peter holds the rose up like a peace offering and blurts out, “Come home with me?”

“No offence, sweetheart,” Harley starts, a teasing lilt in his voice, “but I don’t go home with strangers.”

Peter flushes more and drops his hands, “I’m Peter Parker.”

“Harley Keener.”

notes; More world building oOps! These are both kinda short but I'm starting to realise this is going to be the average length of my chapters sorry!More Percy Jackson references! more lines from Hadestown ! All the fluff and none of the angst! It's almost too good to be true :")

read here on ao3!

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Everything goes well. Surprisingly well.

Tony’s still a god and he has duties so he can’t always be on the lookout for trouble – besides he can’t let a mortal occupy the majority of his time!

He does, however, turn up for the boat issue when he finds the kid barely holding an entire cruise ship together with his webs and offers a bit of godly assistance.

He’s there on prom night for his kid’s first date the thing with the Vulture who ended up being his date’s father. He’s there after prom and the Vulture to reassure the kid and, oh yeah, is introduced to his aunt because apparently finding out your nephew is Spider-Man isn’t enough. She had to learn that a god has been mentoring him!

He turns up with Green Goblin.

And Prowler and Shocker.

And a bunch of smaller villains that Tony can’t care to name (that’s a lie – he remembers every single person who hurt his kid)

In all honesty, Tony doesn’t really do much. He’s there for support and guidance but ultimately, Peter figures it out by himself. He’s just that kind of person.

Sometimes, he’ll supply Peter with more tech or information. Others, they just sit together on the roof and Tony will listen to Peter’s anecdotes and exchange some of his own.

He has a ridiculous, parental love as well as a load of respect for the kid. Sometimes he wonders if he and his siblings would have turned out better if Zeus and Hera had done some better parenting.

Tony made it clear to Peter though: he was not replacing his dad or Uncle Ben in any way.

He was more of…a guardian angel.

He watches Peter as he graduates from high school, gets a degree in biochemical engineering and is off to become a world-renowned scientist.

And he’s there when Peter Parker meets Harley Keener.

Now that’s a blast from the past.

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Remember when Tony mentioned that he’d interacted twice with mortals and the first had been an accident?

Well, the accident is called Harley Keener.

No, he’s not Harley’s father (though the man had been MIA when he’d first met the eleven-year-old). He had merely…crashed into Harley’s garage.

It was bad enough that he – a god – had ended up in the garage in the first place but when a literal child appears out of nowhere and starts shooting at him with a potato gun, Hermes prays to all the gods that no one is watching because he would never live this down.

Imagine, the god of thieves and stealth taken down by potatoes for making too much noise in a garage he had no business being in anyway.

To be fair, Hermes hadn’t expected the boy to be able to see him. Usually, this thing called the Mist would cover up anything remotely magical or strange that they aren’t meant to see by warping their incompetent mortal minds to believe that a god crashing into their garage was actually a pigeon rummaging for food. It was actually quite useful when it worked.

Seeing as Harley had not only seen Hermes, but shot potatoes at him, he must’ve been one of those rare mortals that could see through the Mist.

Clearly, this kid was special.

So he hung out with Harley for a bit, explained that he was a god (i mean, why not) and together they came up with a mortal alias for him in case he ever crashed into someone’s garage and needed a fake story: Tony Stark. A Homeless Lost mechanic searching for a wrench to fix his car.

“You’re not gonna come back are you?” Harley states, arms crossed.

Hermes gives Harley an apologetic shrug, “Sorry kid, duty calls. Places to be, messages to deliver, things to steal and all that godly business.”

“Can’t you take me with you? You crashed into my garage! We’re connected now!”

And as much as it pains him to do so, Hermes leaves.

If the kid finds a bunch of tools in his garage and a small note saying: ‘Cos we’re connected’, who’s to say Hermes didn’t have a part to play in that?

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Now the two men – the only mortals Tony had ever interacted with in this century – had met each other in the park of all places and Peter Parker was head over heels.

The kid hadn’t even spoken to Harley yet! Didn’t even know his name!

Fate really had a funny way of working out. Tony was sure the three old crones were cackling at him as the events unfolded.

“Okay. I’m gonna just…go up to him.” Peter mutters, eyes searching the ground, “And I’ll give him…this!”

He picks up a slightly wilted rose from the ground and waves it in front of Tony triumphantly, “and I’ll ask him out!”

Peter has no idea that Tony knows Harley (Tony’s not even sure if Harley remembers him) but he looks so excited and ridiculously lovestruck that Tony doesn’t try to stop him.

“Don’t come on too strong.” Tony warns the kid, watching from a safe distance (a bench nearby so he could watch everything unfold) and praying to, well, himself that Harley won’t recognise him.

So Peter approaches Harley, all his Spider-Man grace gone and moving like a deer learning to walk, the flimsy flower clutched in his hand and it looks like he’s just about to make it to Harley in one piece.

And then he trips over his own shoelaces and ploughs right into the other man.

They both end up on the grass – Peter lying sprawled on top of Harley, all flushed cheeks and mumbled apologies as though Peter can’t get them out fast enough and he scrambles to his feet, offering a hand for Harley.

Then they’re standing, both staring at each other, Peter still holding Harley’s hand in his.

And Harley is staring at Peter, completely enchanted.

Tony wants to laugh.

There’s a long silence and then Peter holds the now completely squished rose up like a peace offering and blurts out, “Come home with me?”

And Tony doesn’t even try to stop the laughter that escapes him because Peter’s ears are bright red and Harley looks confused but for some reason he doesn’t pull his hands away and they’re both such disasters it’s comical.

“No offence, sweetheart,” Harley starts, a teasing lilt in his voice, “but I don’t go home with strangers.”

Peter flushes more and drops his hands, “I’m Peter Parker.”

“Harley Keener.”

Tony can see Peter practically swoon at the name and the smile that accompanied it.

“Beautiful.”

Harley’s lips quirk up in an amused smile and he turns directly to Tony, “Is he always like this?”

Of course, Harley has already seen him.

Peter’s spluttering beside him, twitching nervously at the diverted attention and Tony rolls his eyes behind his shades.

“Yes.”

“Hey!”

“A bit of a player?” Harley teases.

“I’m not like that” Peter protests.

Tony nods his agreement, “He’s not like any man you’ve ever met.”

Both men turn to him in surprise – high praise, especially coming from a god.

Harley shrugs and smiles widely at Peter, turning his back on Tony and offering an arm to him.

“Well, Peter Parker, how ‘bout a date then?” Harley declares, plucking the tormented rose from Peter’s hand and tucking it into Peter’s hair, “and then we’ll see about the whole coming home with you thing.”

Peter’s blush won’t be going away anytime soon and he shyly takes Harley’s arm, letting Harley lead him away.

As they walk away, Peter turns back and Tony gives him a thumbs up.

It’s the first of many dates. And though he’s not Aphrodite, Tony even dares to say they’re soulmates.

#fanfic #promises we've made #hadestown au #parkner #spiderlad #Peter parker #harley keener #Tony stark #hermes #orpheus #eurydice #greek mythology au #mcu #lyss writes #marvel trash

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The Roses of Elysium[1][Marc Antony x MC]

Summary: if you love someone, they'll come back. It's 1926 Chicago when Marc Antony meets a mysterious yet familiar singer named Tia. Can Antony and Tia find happiness in the world of speakeasies and sin? Or will Tony be forever haunted by dreams of Elysium? // Notes: this was written with the wonderful @a-whore-of-rome who kindly let me co-write this piece with her. Crossover with Speakeasy Tonight (Lovestruck). // Rating: Mature. Later chapters may be rated 18+ and will be tagged as such. // Words: 5760 // Please leave a comment to be added to my permanent tag list. apologies if you’ve been double tagged for this by both of us.

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Chapter One

1926 ~ Chicago, IL

“The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,— They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve. More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.” ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay.

•••

He had lived many years without her, her memory fading at times, enough that he could live with and love other women, and yet… Now, at the end of it all, she was all he could think of. Not his newly dead lover, the mother of his youngest children, not any of the other women he had loved in the intervening years, but her. The Princess of Gaul. “I’m waiting for you…” ... "My love,” he whispered, the noise and the confusion fading and the vision becoming clearer this time when he reached for her, he felt something solid. The pain disappeared, along with everything else. Everything except her... ••• Marcus Antony's eyes snap open, heart pounding as it did back in France, just before the sergeant screamed for them to go over the top. His thoughts are muddled, racing, one stacked atop of the other like the layer cake his mother used to serve every Christmas. His hands shake, waiting for the inevitable whistle of the shells, bracing himself. But the room is silent, and the stillness breathes. Antony... Come to me. He can hear her voice in the room, clear and crystalline as lark-song, the red poppies opening their petals to the first rays of morning, gentle as death's first kiss. A woman, standing in Belleau Wood, like an angel...

Outside, a jalopy backfires, and then he is on his feet in the dark room, reaching for a rifle that isn't there, the same one that did for that Hun sniper in France, the kill he got a Victory Cross for. Antony closes his eyes, lying back down in the bed, and sleep comes again, but it is not restful. He closed his eyes as he slid the sword into his flesh and sure enough, she was there again. Back in the red silk, her eyes warm and tender, holding out her hand to him… There was pain, but it faded at the sight of her, and he reached for her, yet he couldn’t quite touch her…

Sand... so much sand it could fill a thousand hourglasses, a thousand lives in each grain. A sword, red and sticky with his blood. An old man, a conquerer, at the end of his life. A life lived for nothing, for no one except himself, and no one to share it with, except... her. "I'm waiting for you..." Already fading, with the sounds of the night. He reaches out to grasp her, but the red silk dress slips through his fingers, and his hand is covered in blood. There is pain, and a lot of it, he looks down and the wound in his side seems to bloom, blood obscuring his vision. She is waiting... The woman in the red dress. "My darling Antony.” Her green eyes are wide, her smile soft, dark curls framing her face. “Let go… Let go of it all and come to me…” Antony stumbles from the bed, gripping the washbasin and splashing cold water on his face. He does not know what he expects to see when he looks in the mirror. Sand and sun, and an old man's face, a man who has seen war. But the War didn't change anything. Back in Chicago, he was still the same dirty immigrant who had gone off to the trenches of France, young, dreaming of glory. And he'd come back a broken man, to a house full of shadows, and Lucius... Antony throws the cup at the mirror. It bounces off, splintering the shining glass. Lucius never came home. Buried somewhere in an unmarked grave, just another dead boy who died for Country, for Glory, for nothing, for nothing that mattered. And once Lucius -- Luca -- was dead, Marcus died too, and became Antony, rising up through the ranks of Caesar's outfit to be his top lieutenant and right hand man, the war and everything in it put behind him. "Antony? Come back to bed." Antony does not look back at the mirror. Wherever she is, whoever she was... He straightens his back, and walks away from it, the dream fading into the city night.

•••

~Portia~

“Where does Mama think I’m taking you?” My brother wonders as I slide into the passenger seat, looking at me expectantly, reminding me of his condition: he’ll give me a ride but he won’t help me lie to our parents.

“Marcella’s, of course,” I tell him with a shrug as the car springs to life beneath us, the sound filling the otherwise quiet street. I know that the neighbours are muttering in their houses, about that “German boy” and his loud car. I’ve lost track of how many complaints Papa has gotten about it in the months since Cal, Ciginerix if Mama is in earshot, bought it.

“And does Marcella know that?” Cal asks as the houses that make up our neighborhood speed by us.

“She does,” I confirm, “this is Marcella, she’ll do anything for me.”

“But she didn’t want to come?” It isn’t a question, even though it is poised as one.

I laugh at the thought, “No. You know Marcella, loyal enough to lie, but too good to go sinning.”

“And is that what you are planning on doing, little sister?” Cal asks, giving me a long look. “Are you looking for sin?”

“Only the musical kind,” I assure him, even if it is only partially the truth. Part of me longs for romance and adventure, the kind you see in the movies. The kind that doesn’t happen for good church-going girls in small American towns. Which is what makes nights like tonight so special, because I didn’t have to be that girl.

After that, we drive in silence, and I watch through the car window as the familiar merges with the unknown. The small sleepy town I have spent my whole life trapped in morphs into Chicago, the city of my dreams.

After what feels like forever, but really isn’t, the car pulls to a stop. “Wait over there,” I tell Cal as he reaches for the door, “I need to change.”

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t take too long.”

As soon as the door shuts behind him, I quickly discard the skirt and blouse I’d worn out of the house under my mother’s watchful eye, and shimmy into the red beaded number I keep hidden in the car. I quickly apply some lipstick, red so bold that Mama would drag me off to confession if she saw it, and then hurry out of the car to where Cal is waiting.

His eyebrows shoot up at my change of attire, it might be the lipstick, which is more daring than I usually risk, but he doesn’t comment. He never does. Maybe because I am not the only one who keeps secrets from our mother. Cal has his own reasons for coming to the Ice Box.

We hurry through the alley, to the nondescript door and exchange pleasantries with Andrew, the bouncer, and then he steps aside, letting us through. Inside, it is a whole different world, one filled with secrets, sin and hot jazz.

Cal quickly moves across the room and I head towards the bar.

“Tia, I was starting to wonder when we’d see you again.” The bartender, Cliff, comments with a warm smile as he begins to fix my usual.

“Life’s been busy,” I answer evasively. Here, I am Tia, a good-time girl and aspiring singer, instead of Portia, the sweet girl who does the paperwork for the quarry and lives under the watchful eye of her pious mother. Here I can be who I want, instead of who I have to be.

Cliff nods, letting it go, which is what I like about Cliff, he never asks too many questions. He slides my drink towards me.

I accept it with a smile, passing over a bill in return, and then get up and wander towards the stage where the singers are about to take a break.

“Tia!” Sofia greets me warmly, brushing her lips across my cheek in a friendly kiss, “we were hoping you would be here tonight. Cleo and I have a number that is perfect for you.” She motions behind me, waving at someone, and a moment later Cleo Mayfield, the Ice Box’s number one talent, appears beside me.

“Tia, I see you were able to break out for a night,” the amusement in Cleo’s voice lets me know that she sees what I try to hide. It doesn’t surprise me, neither Cleo or Sofia ever miss much.

I don’t confirm it, though, I just nod and change the subject. “Sofia says you have a song for me?” I am not employed by the Icebox, but on my first visit, Sofia and I had talked music and she persuaded me to sing for her, and ever since then I have had an invitation to join them on stage if I am around, letting me have a taste of what I want most in the world.

We go over the arrangement for a few minutes and then, I glance up, and suddenly I see him. He looks like he stepped out of a moving picture; tall, dark and handsome, clad in an expensive suit, with a flapper hanging off his arm, trying vainly to get his attention while he talks to Vince. I can’t tear my eyes away from him, not just because of his good looks, though he certainly is handsome, but it’s something else.

I know him, I think and then shrug it off, sure that I have never seen him before in my life. After all, this is not a man you would forget meeting.

The man glances in my direction, our eyes meeting across the room, and for a moment something akin to shock crosses his. However, he hides it quickly, his eyes sweeping over me, quickly appraising me, the heat in his gaze letting me know he likes what he sees.

“Who is that?”

I don’t even realize I’ve spoken out loud until Cleo sighs, placing her hand on my shoulder before she answers. “That is trouble, the kind a nice girl like you should avoid.”

“His name is Antony,” Sofia pipes up. “He’s one of Caesar’s top men.” My ignorance must have shown on my face, because she adds, “Caesar runs one of the city’s biggest outfits, and Antony is his right hand. He’s a power player, that one.”

“He’s dangerous,” Cleo says flatly, shooting Sofia a disapproving look, then she glances pointedly at the stage. “Break’s over, we got a crowd to entertain. You ready, Tia?”

I nod and follow her. Yet as I begin to sing along with Cleo and Sofia, my eyes keep finding Antony and every time they do, he’s staring right at me, drinking in my every move.

For a moment, the whole speakeasy fades away and it is as if I am singing to him alone…

•••

It's her. The woman from his dream. The red dress, the green eyes, the dark hair, down to the last dimple in her cheek, the one he used to kiss when... "You like the little canary?" Vince raises his glass, and turns to look over his shoulder at the girl singing on stage. “That's Tia, she doesn't work here. She knows Cleo and Lottie.” At his wife’s name in his mouth, Moretti’s eyes go to the crowd, where the Ice Box Flapper moves through the club, a smile tossed over her shoulder for her husband, who taps his fingers on the table. Rat-tat-tat. Rat-tat-tat.

"She's sure got a set of pipes on her." Beside him, Atia raises a disdainful brow, fluffing her platinum bob as Vince lights her cigarette. "Sounds like a cat in heat!" She tugs on Antony's arm, trying to get his attention, but he ignores her. There'll come a time, now don't forget it / There'll come a time when you'll regret it / Someday, when you grow lonely / Your heart will break like mine and you'll want me only / After you've gone, after you've gone away…

The strains of the piano fade away, and the canary (Tia, that name in his head, why does it sound so familiar? For he's never seen her before…) blushes prettily to the sound of applause. Antony can't tear his eyes away from her. It's as though the whole speakeasy has fallen away. He can hear Moretti speaking, as though through a fog. Get ahold of yourself, old man. Unwittingly, he thinks of France. The angel in Belleau Wood... Roses and cinnamon, mingled with the scent of decay, and the desert... The band starts up, and the fog dissipates. The speakeasy comes back to him, color and sound, people laughing, glasses clinking, women pushing back their chairs to run out on the dance floor and shimmy like there's no tomorrow, beads rattling on their short skirts. And the woman in the red dress... He doesn't see her anywhere. Antony scans the room, a skill honed from years on the Front. There is no other woman for him in the room, only the one sitting at the bar, the hem of the beaded red dress hiked above her knee, laughing with the bartender. Tia. Another man approaches, that smooth-talking Englishman, and instinct takes over. Antony stands. He doesn't hear a word Vince says, he ignores Atia tugging at his sleeve. All he sees is what he wants, and hasn't he always taken what's his?

•••

After the song is done, I make my way back to the bar, Cliff sliding me another drink. I smile but before I can thank him, a smooth voice interrupts.

“Tia, breathtaking as always.”

Normally my heart flutters when Elliott flirts, even though I know better than to take him seriously. However he is still the Elliott Graham and there is a thrill in having his attention, even momentarily, but not tonight. Tonight my attention is elsewhere. Even as I thank Elliott for the compliment and flirt back, my eyes searching the room for Antony. However, I don’t find him.

I feel a stab of disappointment that he may have left already and I almost miss Elliott’s next words.

“Ready to shake those pins?” He asks, holding out his hand with a charming smile.

I am about to take it, because Elliott definitely knows how to dance, when a smooth voice cuts in. “I believe this dance is mine.”

Elliott and I both turn towards the sound of the voice. Though I already know who it is, his voice as familiar as an old song, even though I’ve never heard it before in my life. At least this life. It is a fleeting thought and it fades as my eyes meet Antony’s and the rest of the world stands still.

Elliott quickly drops his hand, “Never mind… I forgot, I have a pressing engagement at the card tables.” He moves swiftly, disappearing the crowd and leaving me alone with Antony. I barely notice his absence, all I am aware of is Antony.

"So this is your dance, huh?” I tease, trying to keep my cool. “I don’t remember you asking.”

“I’m asking now,” he says as he holds out his hand. I see him signal to Julius with his other hand and the music swiftly changes mid-song to a foxtrot.

I take the hand he offers, unprepared for the jolt that goes through me when our hands touch. Our eyes meet and I can see he feels it too, though neither of us says anything as he leads me onto the dance floor. We move together with ease, and even though I try to remember Cleo’s warning, all I can think about is how right it feels.

Like this is where I belong. It is a dangerous thought, almost as dangerous as Antony himself.

•••

Time passes, yet Antony cannot say how long, only that every movement is etched in his memory. But this is it. If the song ends, and she walks away now... His thoughts go unwittingly to the dream the night before. Of sand and blood, and the woman in the red dress. His hands tighten around her waist for a moment, and with a tiny sigh, she allows him to pull her closer, almost too close for two strangers (but are they strangers?) to be. When he finds his voice, it is as though the world has fallen away. "Dinner. With me. Tomorrow night. I'll pick you up." She'll wear that red dress again. She'll smell of roses and cinnamon. "Wear this dress." He rubs the hem of her sleeve between his fingers for a moment, and when she looks up from under her lashes, he is undone. Tia looks up, and for a moment, he expects her to say no. There is a longing in her eyes, but there is reticence too. "I can't." She swallows, looking aside to where a big German man stands beside the bar, a scowl etched on his face as he watches the pair of them. Antony feels jealousy tighten his chest, constricting it. "Who is that?" Antony demands, fighting to control his roiling emotions. "Your lover?" Tia looks surprised. Good. He can't say why, exactly, but Antony knows this like he's never been so sure anything in his life before: that this woman belongs to him and him alone. "No, that's Cal. He's my older brother." Tia looks up at him, her green eyes dreamy and honest, and there it is again. That knowing, bone-deep. "I keep his secrets, and he keeps mine." "And what is your secret, Tia?" Antony spins her around, and when she comes back into his arms, flush and breathless, he feels a stirring of lust. He wants her here, he wants her now. He wants to see those green eyes under him, her pupils dilating as she comes, groaning his name. Like she did before. But where did that thought come from?

Instead of lingering on it, Antony’s fingers ghost across her lower back, and she shivers, biting her lower lip and looking up at him -- not the way all the flappers look, as though they are assessing him for the size of his cock and the depth of his pockets, but with a tiny smile, one that lets him know he’ll have to work for it with this one.

Antony never could back down from a challenge. He ghosts his lips along the shell of her ear, and for a moment, they are the only two people in this crazy city, in this mad world. “Because... you are a mystery.”

But Tia is already shaking her head. He can feel the angry eyes of the big German -- her brother -- boring bullet holes into his back. "I have to go.” Her voice is filled with longing -- with regret. The same regret he feels.

She moves to pull out of his arms, but Antony tightens his hold, unwilling to let her slip away so soon. I've only just found you again. He grasps at a way to keep her with him, Vince’s words coming back to him, about her not being employed at the Box, and suddenly he knows. “I’ve been looking for a new singer for my club. If you want it, it’s yours. You just have to audition for management, but with those pipes…” Lena wouldn’t be thrilled with him dumping a new girl on her, but at least she can sing and well, it’s his club.

Her eyes grow wide and he can see the longing there, wants to see it directed at him -- not for a job, but -- For now, it’s enough, old man.

Even before she nods, he knows he has her. This time... she won’t slip away.

•••

“What kind of place is the Basilica?” I ask the girls the a week later when we meet up to go shopping. Cal reluctantly drove me back to the city for my audition, though he had made his displeasure known.

“Dangerous,” Cleo answers flatly. Cal isn’t the only one who thinks that this audition is a bad idea and Cleo isn’t one for holding her tongue.

Lottie shoots her a look. “It’s a faster clientele than the Box,” she answers, biting her lip in consideration, “you’ll see more flash there and more skin.”

“And you’ll need to be the flashiest,” Sofia adds, pulling me past the rows of beaded dresses, the standard flapper fare, to the back of the store. If Mama would send me to confession for the dress I’d worn the other night, these ones would have her praying for my very soul.

“It needs to be red,” I declare, perusing the racks of shimmering fabric, remembering the way Antony’s eyes had darkened with lust as they swept over my dress, the note in his voice as he’d commanded me to wear it again. Besides red was the colour of danger, the colour of sin, and I was about to go in search of both.

It didn’t take long to find the dress and I clutch the box in my hands, afraid it will disappear and with it, Tia the daring flapper who could sing at clubs and catch the eye of men like Antony, and I would be left with my ordinary life.

“Portia!”

The sound of my name cuts into my thoughts and my grip on the package tightens as I turn around. My eyes widen at the sight of Cassius, the man my mother wants me to marry. I can hear her in his head, He’s such a nice young man, and he was, but was I was nice girl he thought I was? Or was I was flapper who wore dresses the colour of sin and melted into the arms of dangerous men?

My inner turmoil obviously doesn’t show because Cassius is all smiles. “What a nice coincidence, running into you here. You remember my cousin, Sabina?”

Sabina, of course. We’d gone to school together and then she’d gotten married and moved to Chicago and we’d lost touch. I turn to her with a smile, “of course, it is nice to see you again.”

“You too,” she answers, but I notice that her eyes pass over on me to lock onto Sofia and there is something there, a nervousness but something else as well, something more familiar. Interesting.

“We were just about to get lunch,” Cassius continues, “I’d love it if you joined us.” He finally seems to notice the other women, “and your friends too.”

Sabina’s eyes widen at the invitation and another look passes between her and Sofia.

“That is very generous, but we were just about to part ways,” Sofia speaks up, “I’m sure T—Portia, would love to, though.” My real name sounds strange coming from her and I’m about to ask what she is doing, but the question dies on my lips at the pleading look she sends me. It seems I am not the only one with secrets.

“Yes, I would,” I say smoothly as I pass my package to Sofia, not wanting to risk having it with me at lunch. I was planning on dressing at her place anyway, though my hand tightens on it for a moment before I let go and I feel a moment of panic, as if Tia is slipping away from me.

Cassius’s smile lights up his face and I know it should do things to me. It should be enough to make me forget about the Basilica and dangerous men whose eyes promise me things that girls like me shouldn’t even know about, but it won’t.

That thought returns long after lunch is over, when I am at Sofia’s apartment, transforming myself back into Tia. Why am I doing this? I ask myself, staring at my reflection in the mirror.

I think of lunch and how Cassius’s eyes had lingered over me, the warmth of his smile, how he had made it clear where his attention lay. It should be enough. But it wasn’t and thoughts of Cassius were quickly replaced by thoughts of Antony, of the way his eyes had swept over me as if he had intimate knowledge of me, the way his arms had felt wrapped around me, and how badly I had wanted to stay there forever.

And that is the thought that compels me to finish applying my lipstick and step back from the mirror, pleased with my transformation. There is no hint of sweet church girl in the reflection staring back at me, just a woman ready for sin and song.

Time to show them what you are made of.

Like the Icebox, the Basilica is nondescript on the outside and a whole other world inside.

It is early, so the club is nearly empty except for the staff. My eyes search the club, instinctively looking for Antony, but I don’t see him. Disappointment fills me, but I push it aside. I came to sing, not for a man.

“We’re closed,” a beautiful woman in a glittering dress says, her eyes running over me, appraising me.

“I am here for an audition,” I tell her, meeting her gaze.

Irritations flashes across her face and she gives me another sweeping look before letting out a disbelieving laugh. “You?”

Before I can say anything, another woman crosses the floor. Older than the first, probably my mother’s age, but still incredibly beautiful.

“Xanthe,” she says in warning, putting her hand on the younger woman’s shoulder and then she turns her attention to me, her gaze just as appraising as Xanthe’s, “you must be Tia, Antony mentioned you, I’m Lena, the manager.”

Xanthe’s gaze hardens at the mention of Antony, “is Antony humouring his latest conquest by letting you pretend to be a singer?” She asks in a nasty tone, her eyes glittering with dislike.

“Xanthe!” Lena admonishes, before I can deny her accusation. And can I? I know why I am here, why Antony is giving me this chance and it’s not because I wowed him with my voice, and yet… Isn’t opportunity what you make it? And this is mine.

Xanthe quiets down, but the dislike is still there and the barely concealed resentment. Why? I wonder, what could I have done to make her hate me in only a few minutes?

“At least you look the part,” Lena declares, reclaiming her attention, her eyes sweeping me up and down, “now let’s see if you can sing.”

“I can.” I declare, tiling my chin defiantly. Maybe I didn’t get this audition based purely on talent, but I have it. I know I can do this.

Lena nods approvingly after I finish. “Not bad,” she declares, “but singing in front of the crowd is the real test, you have to move them.” She purses her lips. “You can open for Xanthe tonight and we’ll see from there.”

.I can tell by Xanthe’s scowl that she doesn’t like that news at all, but I ignore her. This isn’t about her, it is about me and my chance. I've sung in front of people before, yes, this is different, this is my chance to be the star and not just a supporting player, but the music all comes from the same place.

I can do this.

That is the only thought in my head later on, when the club is full and I am on stage. I can’t blow this.

I glance at the crowd, trying to read them, and stop for a second when I see a familiar face. Sabina. Our eyes meet and I see panic and something else, but I just give her a little nod and smile as I begin to sing and I see her relax. She has her secrets, just like I have mine, and this is the place for them. The kind of location meant for secrets and sin.

As the music takes over, I forget about Sabina, just like I forget about Xanthe and Lena and everything that is at stake. I let the music take over.

Then, I glance into the crowd again and this time, I see him. Antony. My heart begins to beat faster at the sight of him and my attention shifts to him. It’s no longer just about me and the music, suddenly I am singing for this one man, the one my heart insists is mine even as my head tries to remember how foolish and dangerous that thought is. However, for the moment there is no rational though, no doubt, there is only music and feeling.

There is only him.

•••

The Basilica is thronged with people when Antony gets there. So much for a quiet night, old man. Word must have gotten out at the Box, he thinks as he spots Sofia Martinez and Julius Harper in the crowd. His paid copper star, O'Malley, is leaning against the back wall, surveying the crowd with a complimentary whiskey in his hand, regards of the house. O'Malley raises the glass in his hand with a brief nod of acknowledgement in Antony's direction, but his eyes are trained on the stage -- or rather, on the girl onstage -- (Mine.) Tia. Antony doesn't realize he's said it aloud until the man next to him looks up from his cigar, ashing it carelessly on the floor. "You should hire her, Tony." Caesar murmurs, clapping him on the shoulder and startling him. Antony whirls on Caesar, for a moment his fists tighten, and he's in France, Luca beside him, cigarette smoke mingling with the dense fog of Flanders. "Got a pretty voice." Caesar's eyes roam up and down Portia's curves. It's obvious that Tia's voice isn't what he's thinking of, and Antony has to take a gulp of sambuca to stop himself from taking a swing at the older man. "Let's give a round of applause for our guest tonight, Miss Tia!" His manager, Lena, speaks into the microphone, and the room erupts into thunderous applause. Antony observes Lena hide a smile, and from the wall the copper star puts his fingers in his mouth and whistles. The only person who looks unhappy is -- "And now, give it up for our very own Miss Xanthe!" The applause is scattered, with Xanthe's cousin Sy, the bouncer, leading the majority of it. Xanthe has made enemies for herself at the Basilica with her diva's attitude and bad temper. Antony will be glad to see the back of her. "Antony? Lena said you would want to see me before I left." Tia is before their table, and all the men are on their feet, nodding to her respectfully before departing for back rooms to gamble and discuss the business. Only Caesar remains. He lifts his glass, giving Tia an assessing look that Antony doesn't like above half. "If my idiot of a nephew doesn't hire you on the spot tonight, you come and see me down at the Styx. Those pipes weren't meant be to be silenced forever, filing dusty papers." The blood drains from Tia's face, and Antony wonders what secret she could be hiding. He keeps his expression smooth, but his fingers are digging into the back of the chair he pulls out for Tia, snapping his fingers at a passing waiter. Mercifully, Caesar chuckles, and with another slap on Antony's shoulder, clamps his cigar between his teeth and vanishes into the crowd. The waiter returns with a glass of merlot, and Tia sits down, arranging her skirts. The music and laughter seems to fall to a whisper beyond them, as though they are the only two people in the club. Stars shining bright above you / Night breezes seem to whisper I love you / Birds singing in the sycamore tree... "Dream a little dream of me..." Tia sings along softly, almost unconsciously. She's nervous. Antony caresses the sambuca snifter in his hand unconsciously, his eyes drifting over Tia's slender curves. The crimson dress is a different one from last week's, he's certain of it. Yet it fits her as though it were made for her -- Like a velvet glove. He imagines pushing it up her thighs, the luscious crimson lips opening like a blossom as she gasps out his name, throaty and deep. "Antony." He startles at the sound of his name in the strega's mouth. This is a voice that men would go to war over, in times of old. She plays with the stem of the wine glass. She is so young. And yet that ambition, that hunger, is in her eyes. But I need to hear her say it. She already has the job. She's had it since the night they danced, and he hasn't stopped thinking of her since. "I'd like to --" Tia smiles when Antony takes her hand, leading her into a languid fox-trot on the floor, the two of them moving to the rhythm of their pounding hearts. "I'd love to sing at the Basilica, Tony." The sound of his name in her mouth strikes a chord in his heart down the years, as though he never lost his innocence in a field of blood and poppies, as though he is still a young man, with all the world strung out before him, shining in her eyes. Green like the hills, the mountains he would climb as a boy, he and Luca following the sheep, dreaming of America, of the men they would one day be. "Shall we seal the deal?" He is drawn to her lips, and when he brushes his thumb over them, she looks up at him like the woman in the dream. With a kiss. Antony's mouth brushes over Tia's, and he groans as she parts her lips, one cool hand coming up to cup his cheek as he bends his hand and tastes her. Roses and cinnamon, and the heat of a thousand suns...

Footnotes for ch 1:

Lyrics are from After You've Gone, by Bessie Smith; Dream A Little Dream by Ella Fitzgerald

an outfit was a Chicago gang

But in your dreams whatever they be/Dream a little dream of me

#a courtesan of rome #marc antony x mc #marc antony #acor #speakeasy tonight

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Dating Peter Parker Would Include:

- Ned encouraged him to ask you as he claimed to feel sick at just how lovestruck Peter was towards you.

- Peter asked you out at lunch one day, he ended up a stuttering mess but you agreed to it since Liz would always bang on about how much you liked him. (Ned and Liz were relieved that you both stopped drooling over each other so much)

- This boy has close to 0 experience with relationships so he's going to be a bit awkward at first, but gets the hang of it eventually.

- He loves small amounts of PDA like hand holding and letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

- Peter will do anything to cheer you up, he'll even make a fool of himself if it means you crack a smile.

- Your first kiss with him was probably the cutest thing, Peter asked you if you would like a kiss, but he got so nervous and flustered he couldn't form proper sentences so you just leaned forward and kissed him right there and then. You have never seen someone so red before.

- After that whole ordeal, he sometimes works the courage to give you quick pecks on your cheek and the occasional kiss on the lips.

- Unfortunately, time had come where he HAD to tell you about him being SpiderMan. You were already getting suspicious of why your boyfriend kept turning up at your door all battered and bruised.

- You scolded him for a small while as you were worried for his safety but not before before hugging him and helping fix up his wounds.

- After around 3 months the Avengers were curious as to who Peter was seeing all the time as well as babbling on about how much he loves them so he agrees to bring you to Stark Towers.

- Your both immediately bombarded with questions, but somehow manage to get through them all.

- The Avengers become like your second family since they are all happy that Peter has found someone who loves him to bits.

- Sam and Clint making gagging noises everytime you show PDA. But they are pretty proud that he's found a girlfriend.

- Steve being a mom and making you both promise to keep doors open ;)

- Tony and Natasha are like your right hand man/women. They help plan dates, they help you both dress appropriately. (Both are also already planning a wedding but shhh)

- Bucky giving Peter unwanted love advice from the 1940's

- Pepper and Tony both dragging you both along to double dates with them. Also Tony asking when your both going to have a baby and gets scolded by Pepper.

- Literally pointing at random objects and saying "Look that's you!" And vice versa

- Aunt May loves you so much, she sometimes comes round your house just to update you about Peter (also shows you his baby photos)

- Also wants the doors open ;)

- Embarrassing photos of one another.

- You sticking up for him against Flash.

- When Peter or you are stressed you can always count on one another to help relax.

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How would Tony and Steve react to seeing Chubby Bruce in Asgardian clothes for the first time?

I think they would be ecstatic. Absolutely over the moon…

Asgard isn’t like Earth, Bruce reminded his alter as they began to change. A line of a hundred, frothing-at-the-mouth lizards the size of Godzilla, and warriors the size of ten human men, roared at the pitiful cadre opposing them. But the enemy didn’t didn’t know what Bruce knew. That even with as few as ten Asgardian warriors, and Cap - and Iron Man - they’d find out how quickly tables could turn with the addition of a Hulk.

You don’t have to hold back. Go all out, it’s okay.

Bruce could feel the Hulk roar in anticipation for the battle and for once, he wasn’t afraid. As he began losing consciousness he felt the Hulk’s joy -and fury consume him…and it was glorious.

“Bruuuuce–oh, Brucie-bear. Olly-olly oxen-free.”

Thor raised a brow in Tony’s direction, clearly unfamiliar with the phrase, but said nothing even as Steve smirked at the engineer.

“They still say that, huh?”

“Yep. Some things never change.”

Both Steve and Tony exchanged a look, but Thor simply shook his head and hid his own smile. “Midgardlans,” he rumbled, mostly to himself. Still, he knew both companions must have heard him, by the way they chuckled. "Although we may not have needed it, thank you for your aid. With many our warriors currently battling in Niflheim, we were low on our numbers. What could have taken a day simply took hours, with our combined strengths.” Thor was surprised at his own candor and humility; he’d learned much from his fellow Midgardians. In days of old, he would have bragged about how much he didn’t need anyone’s aid. But now? It was good to have the continued bonds of friendship at his beckon.

“No problem,” Steve said. He was only limping a little, Thor noted, but their healers had made sure his system had been strengthened by their herbs. “Of course we were happy to help.”

“Aye.” Thor gestured with his chin. “It shouldn’t be much farther. There’s a grove a few paces ahead, where Banner most likely collapsed. It’s quite a peaceful place, mostly free from visitors, apart from the hallowed animal or three.”

Tony nodded. They’d traveled pretty far from the castle, or whatever Thor called home. After the battle Hulk had loped off, and even their combined yelling hadn’t stopped him. A Hulk going full clip down a mountainside and into parts unknown meant another hour out of their schedule locating him. “It’s not like he’s been hard to find,” Tony said, pulling back a broken branch. “Hulk’s signature is all over the damn place, which makes him easy to follow. He’s not exactly subtle.“

“I’m still surprised Bruce went this far without changing back,” Steve sighed. “He’s usually himself sooner than this.” He shielded his hand over his eyes, briefly checking the sky and landscape.

“Unless something was chasing him.”

Thor shook his head and his golden locks shifted in the gentle breezes. “Doubtful. If a challenger awaited him, we would have heard the roar of battle. In earnest, I would ponder his alter’s enjoyment of this land instead. Here he is treated equally, regardless of his form. And the knowledge that he need not worry of harming anything about him surely lightens his heart, and provides a comfort, of sorts.”

“Huh.” Tony rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Makes sense. Even the Big Guy’s gotta have some ‘me’ time.”

“I just wish he hadn’t run so damn far. I mean, I know he’s not in any danger, but still.”

“You gettin’ tired, Cap?”

Steve shook his head. “No. I just wonder how hard it’ll be to get Bruce back, if Hulk’s enjoying himself this much.”

The two men’s brows furrowed, Thor noticed, and their brief jovial mood appeared to taper. But Thor understood their concern; if Banner chose his alter’s life instead, it may make life difficult between the three.

They trudged in companionable silence for a short time, before Thor nodded to a thicket of downed tree limbs. “Ah, I see,” Thor said with a smile. “He’s hidden himself away. Drawn himself in, for protection.” Thor traded gazes with Tony and Steve. “As an animal might, before sleep takes hold.”

“So you’re saying he’s out cold.”

“Mayhap.” Thor grinned broadly. “Shall we wake him?”

***

Bruce moaned. He felt warm, safe, and comfortable, and the sun’s rays on his face and the lingering scents of honeysuckle, rose and lavender made him want to continue sleeping for a while yet. Part of him heard low voices, but it was the first time in a long time he’d felt so at peace, so he kept his eyes shut, hoping for more time.

“Brucie, hon’.I know you’re exhausted–”

“Mmm. Fi’ more minutes–”

“–but you’re butt naked in an Asgardian meadow. Not that I care, or Steve, but you might care that Thor’s here and gettin’ an eyeful. Just sayin’.”

Bruce made another noise, because his mind took awhile to catch up. And then–

“Oh, God–”

“There’s our little exhibitionist.”

Bruce tried to awkwardly cover himself from Tony’s lecherous smirk, but there was a lot more to him these days and two hands weren’t cutting it.

A chuckling Thor began approaching Bruce with what appeared to be clothing, but for some reason Steve subtly stood between them. “I’ll give those to Bruce, Thor. Thanks.”

Bruce looked questioningly between Thor and Steve as Steve took the Asgardian garments and handed them to Bruce, but he mostly ignored the pair in favor of figuring out how the clothes worked.

Bruce waved the soft tunic in front of him and turned it around a few times. Hmm, is this the front or the back-? Without tags it’s almost impossible to tell…

Thor picked up on the truth faster, but Bruce was too busy gauging his clothes and dealing with a Hulk-sized tiredness to pay them any mind.

“There’s no cause for alarm, friend Steve,” Thor said gently. “I know the bond you three share - I meant no disrespect.”

Bruce glanced up, then, watching as Steve’s cheeks flushed as he stared in the opposite direction. The sun caught Steve just right, though, and Bruce’s gaze lingered as he pulled on his soft boots.

“I just think Bruce deserved some modicum of decency, is all.”

“I’ve been naked before, in stranger places,” Bruce snorted under his breath, but Tony’s laugh interrupted him.

“Steve. You’re positively adorable when you’re jealous.”

Bruce made a face. “Wait, what?”

“I admit, Banner’s current stoutness is an added boon to his beauty–” Bruce’s eyebrows definitely shot up, and he couldn’t help his Thor-directed double-take “–but I would not deign it proper to presume.”

“In other words,” Tony translated, “Thor’s not interested, Steve. Unless you want him to be.”

The tips of Steve’s ears burned bright. “Right. Sorry. I guess I’m a little on edge because I’ve noticed more than a few people with a passing interest in Bruce.”

Bruce squeaked. “Are you serious?” He grumbled a litle, trying to figure out how his belt and over-tunic (or whatever it was called) worked. He wrestled with the material while grumbling at Steve. “They admire the Hulk’s strength, surely.”

Steve chuckled softly. “No, Porkpie. It was you.” He gently went over and kissed Bruce’s cheek.

“You’re the newest dish on the Asgardian menu, Bruce.” Tony sighed and shook his head as an unusual bird squawked nearby. A peacock, maybe. “You should show off your curves, m’man. Strut your stuff and preen a little. And then don’t let ‘em forget that you’re ours, because hands off.”

Bruce chuckled. He didn’t understand why anyone even thought such a thing who wasn’t into very larger men, but whatever. Different strokes, and all. Even on Asgard.

“God…dammit,” Bruce grunted. He knew something wasn’t right with what he was wearing, but he couldn’t figure out how it all fit around him. With his fatter body, he couldn’t discern any patterns to the threads–

Thor exchanged a look with Steve and Tony. “May I?”

Steve paused and sheepishly nodded. “It’s okay. I won’t bark at you any more.”

Smiling softly, Thor went over to Bruce and helped him stand. “The sporran should be reversed,” he said, and he gripped the sides of the belt and twisted it forward. “And the pouch should be strapped as so. And the cloak is meant to be fastened here and here - if you choose it.” Thor’s smiled widened, but hid Bruce’s completed look from Tony and Steve’s view.

“I think the look most fitting, with the hooded cloak.”

“Hm.” Bruce tugged at the fabric bunched at the waist - but the clothing flowed in the right places, just maybe not in the way he expected it to. The medium-blue (Ocean color?) of the tunic was offset by the royal blue cloak with gold brocade trimming, but he suppose it suited Asgard. The clothing was a little ostentatious for his tastes but it was also surprisingly lightweight, considering how much he wore of it.

“Well, I guess I’m ready to head back, then. Although I’m still a little tired, so I wouldn’t mind if we…”

He stopped, suddenly noticing how still Tony and Steve had become. Thor had stepped aside and bowed, presenting Bruce to them in a weird way. He figured the bow was some sort of strange Asgardian custom to which he had little knowledge.

“What?” Bruce nervously adjusted his clothes, but there wasn’t a lot of give. Despite the lightweight fabrics and the comfort of the clothes he still felt like a stuffed sausage, to be honest. “Something on backwards?”

“N-no,” Tony said, his tongue uncharacteristically tied. “You look…I mean–”

“Gorgeous,” Steve breathed, and Tony slowly nodded.

“Yeah, uh. It ah. It suits you, big guy.”

Bruce smirked. “As chunky as I am?”

“Especially so. Shit. I can’t believe I didn’t see it. Blue is definitely one of your colors. Brings out your eyes. Your cheeks. Your…” he gestured lamely and sighed like a lovestruck teen. “Everything.”

Steve seemed a little unsteady as he approached, and took a surprised Bruce’s arm. “I feel underdressed.” He pointed to his uniform. “Really, really underdressed.”

“Well, it’s not like we had anything but our own uniforms to fight in and whatever we had on underneath,” Tony mused. He hooked his arm into the crook of Bruce’s opposite side and glanced at his t-shirt and ratty jeans - his standard Iron Man out-of-costume costume. “You’re the highlight of the show this time, Banner. I think I’ll be the jealous one, if anyone’s tongue hangs out of their mouth.”

Thor indulged them with a small smile of satisfaction. “Our weavers are quite skilled, and know their crafts well. When they realized Banner would need a change of clothes after his bout with our monsters, they immediately went to work, and created suitable wear. You may understand it not, but our weavers find clothing that, in your vernacular, would match the ‘soul’ of an individual. Not just their outward appearance. And they take their craft very seriously.”

“So I see,” Steve whispered. He shyly caught Thor’s eye. “Tony and I may need clothes of our own. Originally I wanted to leave as soon as Bruce woke, but with this added benefit…” he nibbled his lip. “Maybe we should stay for dinner this time.”

Tony nodded, agreeing 100% with Steve.

“We shall have a banquet in your honor,” Thor said proudly. “I had hoped you’d stay, to be very honest. Suitable wear has already been set out for you, Steven. And you, Anthony. I think you’ll find those clothes very much to your liking as well.”

And Thor was true to his word. The trio spent the entire evening ogling each other’s Asgardian wear, noting how very much it brought out their separate personalities and their particular traits. They danced, dined, and toasted to the success of Asgard for the rest of the day, and into most of the night. Tony thought they’d get into a fight or two the way Steve stared down a few ladies (and men) who made passes Bruce’s way, but Thor had given the subtle, “hands off” gestures, and instead their conversations with the Asgardians were as hale and hearty as their food and drink.

Although to be fair, after the banquet they found space to be alone and their new clothes didn’t stay on for long. Not that they minded that, either.

(A/N: Depictions of Bruce’s tunic in my mind are a combination of these two pictures: Here and here.)

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