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nethandrake · 3 years

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The Friendversary

stevetony. mcu. rated t. werewolf!steve & vampire!tony au. 2.3k words.

also on ao3.

*****

Tony barely registers the voice calling his name. He should roll over, get out of bed, and check. It could be an emergency. Hell, maybe the apartment’s on fire or they’re in the midst of being robbed.

But then, he could just keep his eyes closed and stay in bed. He can’t remember the last time he got a decent day of sleep. To take that away from him is daylight robbery.

Besides, Steve can handle things. Steve with the broad shoulders with arms that could probably bench press Tony if he asked. Steve who could tear limbs apart as easy as breathing because he’s a freaking—

“—ony. Rise and shine!”

But of course like everything in life, Tony could never get things his way.

He lets out a grunt, moving to cover his ears with his pillow. “Ugh, go away.”

Unsurprisingly, the pillow is yanked out from under him. His head hits the mattress with a soft thump, a quiet groan tumbling out of his lips.

“Tony,” the voice says, much more insistent and familiar.

Goddamn dog.

“Fuck off. It’s morning.”

“The sun just set, actually.”

As if by magic, some of the grogginess Tony feels dissipates. He cracks an eyelid open, meeting a pair of perfectly blue eyes and a perfectly cheery smile and a big dopey mug. It's a sight Tony never, ever wants to be greeted with this early in the night.

“I hate you.”

Steve smirks, leaning against his doorway with his arms across his chest. “You say this now but wait ‘till I drink all your blood.”

“You don’t drink blood.”

“I might. Just to give it a go.”

Tony scoffs, motioning to sit on the edge of his bed. “That’s what you said six decades ago,” he says, rubbing the rest of the sleep from his eyes. “And what happened after?”

Steve scowls. “You’ll never let that go, huh?”

“I would if you’d stop threatening me about it.”

“It worked, didn’t it?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“Well, you can nag me about it later,” Steve says, detaching himself from the doorframe. “Meet me up on the rooftop.”

Tony frowns. “Rooftop? Why are we—”

That’s when he notices Steve’s getup – a dress shirt that brings out the silver in his eyes, slacks, and a pair of ankle socks. His typical tousled hair is slicked back. Tony’s pretty sure it’s gelled.

Steve doesn’t dress up often and since they’re meeting up on the rooftop, that could only mean one thing.

His lips twist into a smirk, taking a couple of steps backwards. He probably noticed Tony forgot, the bastard.

“C’mon, Tony,” he says in a sing-song voice. “We’re burning moonlight.”

Tony rolls his eyes, flinging the covers off his body. “I’ll be there. Don’t worry your pretty little head about me being— What?”

Steve startles, tearing his gaze away from Tony’s…body?

“Nothing!” he exclaims, his voice a couple of decimals higher than usual. “I just— Yeah.”

Tony couldn’t help but snort as Steve zips away. Sometimes, Steve would be reduced to a stuttering mess out of the blue for no explainable reason. There might be an explanation though if Steve doesn’t wear scent blockers.

Then again, so does Tony. He shouldn’t be annoyed with Steve doing the same. It’s only natural to wear them since they're living in a city mostly populated by humans.

Tony takes his time in the shower, getting dressed, and styling his hair. If anyone could see him right now, they'd probably think about how ridiculous he's being, how effort he's wasting. It’s dinner with Steve, after all. Tony could be wearing a rucksack and Steve wouldn’t even bat an eye.

To be fair, today's their anniversary. The occasion is basically screaming for cologne and hairspray.

“Time flies huh,” Tony mutters to himself as he fastens his cape around his neck. “Five hundred goddamn years.”

It’s a miracle that they’ve lasted this long as friends, let alone best friends, and roommates. He can’t imagine if they actually did something dumb like date each other. They probably would’ve only lasted a month or two. Maybe a year, at most.

Or maybe if you actually tried shooting your shot—

Tony shakes his head as he unlocks his balcony door and steps outside. There’s no point dwelling on that right now or ever, even. Steve’s a werewolf. And werewolves wouldn’t be wasting time on giving people like Tony a second glance. They’d be focused on finding mates.

Mates who’d be furry and smelly and enjoy roaming around in the woods for the rest of eternity. Not bloodsucking nocturnals who fly around and live in graveyards.

Not that Tony is living in a graveyard right now, but the notion still stands. They’ve been going strong for five hundred years. Why try ruining things?

Steve’s already on the rooftop, sitting on a picnic blanket with a basket by his side. He flashes Tony a broad grin, all canine and bright. In all his six hundred and eleven years of living, Tony’s never seen such a beautiful person be this dorky.

“You do know there’s a perfectly functioning elevator, right?” Steve drawls out as Tony lands on the edge of the rooftop.

Tony shrugs his shoulders. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that? I need to stretch my legs. Plus, it’s more fun to scare the humans.”

“Yeah. If you’re into endangering the whole mythical community.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” He sweeps his cape behind him, spreading his hands. “Well, how do I look?”

Steve pauses, his eyes roaming around, drinking Tony in. “You look… You look…”

“I better looking dashing,” Tony interrupts. “You know me and mirrors. I wouldn’t have asked you if—”

“You definitely do,” Steve interrupts, a little too earnest than Tony deems necessary. “You look beautiful.”

There’s an odd intensity behind Steve’s blue, blue eyes. Tony makes a mental note to reexamine that later.

“So,” he begins, breaking the silence as he settles down next to Steve, “what’d you got for us tonight?”

They usually take turns getting dinner together. While Tony leans towards more expansive and refined options, Steve’s tastes are much simpler. This year, he's opted for burgers and fries for himself and a homemade blend of cow’s blood, pomegranate, and strawberries for Tony. Just the sight of the crimson liquid being poured into his wine glass has Tony salivating.

“Well,” Steve begins, raising his bottle of lemonade in the air, “here’s to five hundred years of friendship.”

“And five hundred more,” Tony adds, clinking their drinks together. “Until you meet your mate, that is.”

Whenever Tony brings up the M-word, Steve freezes up. This time is no different.

“Tony—”

“I know you hate all the mate talk but as I said before—”

“Tony—”

“—I don’t think you’d want to spend the rest of your life—”

“Can we not talk about this right now?” Steve interrupts, his time firmer. “Please?”

Tony sighs, taking a large gulp from his glass. He almost moans at the clash of flavors swirling around on his tongue. The irony of a werewolf brewing one of the best vampire drinks Tony’s ever tasted. “Alright, alright.”

Dinner goes without a hitch, after that. They fall back into their usual topics of conversation of work and friends, making sure to steer clear of any talk of romance and mates.

“You know,” Tony begins after the food has been cleared and they’ve finished a lapse of comfortable silence. “I always thought about how funny this is.”

“What?”

“This…” He gestures between the two of them. “This…thing. You know.”

Steve’s lips quirk to the side. “What? That we get along?”

“Not that. Although that has cropped up pretty often. I mean, us. Having an anniversary for our friendship. Like, who does that?”

“Carol and Maria do,” Steve points out.

“Yeah. And they started dating a couple of years after. Try again.”

“Does it matter?”

Tony sighs, waving his hand around. “I don’t know. I just— Isn’t this something you do with your mate?”

The smile on Steve’s face slides off. “Tony—”

“Or at least someone you’re attracted to. ‘Cause let me tell you, nothing kills the mood better than—”

“Tony!”

Immediately, Tony’s jaw clamps shut.

Steve’s shoulders sag but his blue eyes are still stormy with anger. “Jesus, Tony. I told you to drop it.”

“I know—”

“I don’t get why you’re so adamant about me finding a mate.”

Tony picks at the hem of his cape. “It’s been five hundred years, Steve. I just— Aren’t you lonely?”

“Why would I be lonely?” Steve asks, sounding puzzled. “I have you.”

If Tony still has a pulse, he’d be pretty sure it’ll be racing right now. “That’s different,” he says slowly. “We’re friends. Just friends. Friends with a capital ‘F’.”

A heavy silence shrouds them. For a moment, Tony feels stupid. Exposed. He shouldn’t have said that. Fuck, he really should’ve kept his mouth shut and—

“What if I don’t want to be friends.”

Wait, what?

“What if I want to be more than friends,” Steve continues, wringing his hands, his cheeks reddening with each passing second. “What if—”

“You want us to be mates?!”

If he isn’t a vampire, he probably would’ve chalked it up to him hearing things. Then again, being a vampire hasn’t stopped him from hallucinating and hearing things.

Steve winces, his whole face now turning crimson red. Hell, even the tip of his ears is a bright shade of blush. It’s goddamn adorable.

“Only if you want to,” he says. “I know we’ve never talked about it and I know you don’t feel the same way—”

Tony reaches out, curling his fingers around Steve’s wrist, putting a stop to his escape. Fortunately for him and his hand, Steve doesn’t fight him off.

“Woah, woah. What the hell do you mean I know?”

Steve frowns. “Don’t you?”

“No! ‘Course not.”

As quickly as it came, the color in Steve’s cheeks drains.

“Oh,” he breathes out, his voice barely a whisper. “I thought you knew. ‘Cause you know, super senses.”

Tony frowns, puzzled. “You wear scent blockers.”

“I don’t mask my heartbeat,” Steve counters. “C’mon. You’d had to know how it races when I’m around you—”

“That’s corny as fuck.”

“Just saying the truth, is all.”

“I—” Tony racks his brain, trying to recall something. Anything.

He comes up empty.

“I mean, I don’t have the best memory around—” Steve cocks an eyebrow. “What? You know I’m right!”

His lips tug to the side, staring at him with stark disbelief.

Tony rolls his eyes. “Cut me some slack, Steven. I’ve been dead for centuries. Excuse me for not remembering. I figured that was your regular heartbeat.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, what about you, huh?” Tony shoots back. “You had to know I’ve been drooling over you for four hundred and ninety-nine years!”

Steve’s eyes widen, his lips parting. It’s times like these that the vampire that turned Tony all those centuries ago actually sucked him dry.

“Fuck,” he groans, burying his face in his hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

“No, it’s not—”

“Someone kill me—”

“You’re already dead.”

“I know,” Tony moans. “Fuck. I can’t believe you’re attracted to a corpse. A fucking corpse!”

Steve snorts, mischief lacing his tone. “I don’t know. You look pretty lively to me.”

“Shut up. This isn’t funny, Rogers,” Tony mutters before lifting his head up. “Do you really want to shackle yourself to me for another five hundred years?”

Steve deepens his grin, a grin that Tony could only describe as wolfish. “I mean, we’ve gotten this far, haven’t we?”

“I guess. But we’d be together. In a relationship. Until you get sick and tired of me—”

“I won’t,” Steve insists like the dumbass he is. “Like I said before, we’ve gotten this far.”

“Yeah?”

He gets a kiss in answer.

Steve’s lips are soft and warm against him. Tony can’t remember the last time he’s felt this good, this thrilled, this warm.

He doesn’t know how long this goes on, losing track of time and himself into this moment, into finally. It’s only that when they do pause for Steve to catch his breath, Tony realizes he’s in Steve’s lap, his thighs clamping Steve in place and his cape pooling at his feet.

“You taste of wet dog,” he murmurs.

“And you taste of blood,” Steve breathes, tightening his grip on Tony’s waist and god, Tony wants. He wants and needs everything.

“That gonna be a problem?”

“Nope. Not in the slightest.” He sighs against his lips and fuck, he is warm and he smells faintly of pine and vanilla – a combination Tony never thought could make him weak in the knees. He can’t imagine how overwhelming it’ll be when the scent blocker fades away.

“I can’t believe we wasted five hundred years,” Steve continues. “We could’ve had— We could’ve been—”

“Could’ve been mates?”

He blinks, his smile flickering. “I mean, only if you want to. You don’t—”

“Have I forgot to mention that I’ve been in love with you for four hundred and ninety-nine years?” Steve opens his mouth but Tony cuts him off. “And before you ask, no, I don’t care what people think about us. People have been assuming for years, anyway.”

“That’s not what I was going to say,” Steve says. “I was actually going to say I’ve been in love with you for four hundred and ninety-nine years and five months. So.”

Tony cocks an eyebrow. “And you say I’m stupid for a genius all the time.”

“I mean, I am a dumb dog.”

“A dumb dog who chose a bloodsucker as his mate.”

Steve scowls. “Hey. That’s my bloodsucker you’re talking about.”

Tony hums as he snakes his hands around Steve’s neck. “This bloodsucker is also in the mood to suck something else.”

“That was terrible.”

“Please. You love it.”

Steve grins as he tilts his head forward. “Guess I do.”

#stevetony #stony #steve rogers #tony stark #halloween #vampires #werewolves #*fic #wrote this for halloween so here ya go ;)

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soepicsokim · 4 years

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CatWing 4

Chapter 4 - First Burn - Hamilton

Jason puts on his helmet and walks to the staircase, “Come on Duchess I have a date with Sionis.” He lets out a chuckle and runs down the stairwell leaving me on the roof.

Shaking my head, my eyes flash green, slowly my hair is braided to the side and I’m no longer wearing a ninja tunic. My clothes are replaced with leather leggings and a black leather jacket with a cat eye in green stitching on the back. “Black mask and the Zombie. I’ll pay tickets to watch this.” Taking a few steps back from the roof ledge I smile then run jumping off the roof and diving down to the street below.

A red motorcycle comes out of a hole in the wall and speeds beside me as we race down the streets of Gotham city. The dark empty streets are perfect for racing, I could see my reflection through the shimmer on the motorcycle. Jason smirking as I fly past him, "Not much further, be ready for a sudden stop." Jason begins slowing down, I turn around and get close beside him.

Jason parks his bike and I land behind him. He gets off the bike and looks at me through the lens on his helmet. "Looks like I won. Sionis normally is a coward and hides up in the steel mill."

Using my x-ray vision, I sense that he is inside, "Looks like seven people inside, including Sionis. What did you need him for anyway?"

Jason chuckles again, as we stalk towards the entrance of the factory. "That's a surprise Duchess. Now watch Zombie in action. Would you prefer a stealth approach or guns blazing?" He takes the safety off of his pistols and I can see a smirk under that helmet of his.

"Surprise me Red." With my three words, Jason bursts through the door, quickly killing 2 of the men inside.

Jason looks towards the third man, "Take me to Black Mask, NOW." He puts the gun to the man's head, as the man leads the two of them to him. Leading them upstairs as he takes out more of the armed men in the process.

"Only three men left In the building, Death."

Jason's small smirk tells me a story. "He’s probably heard the shots, I assume he's on the highest floor, hiding away. Typical coward." We enter the 4th floor, looking around and seeing nothing but boxes. Jason yells out, "Normally I wouldn't cut you a deal, but the man I have here can be saved if you just cooperate Black Mask."

“In your dreams Hood.” A glint of light shines off the barrel of Black Mask’s gun as he raises it up from the shadows aiming at Jason’s heart.

I jump in front of Jason without even realizing it, the bullet fires, flying at a speed normal people would never see it. My eyes watch the bullet as it crosses the room. It hits my chest, at the bottom of my ribcage, leaving a hole in the leather jacket. I look down then back up at Black Mask with a smirk on my face. The bullet lands on the ground, crumpled and bent giving off the sound of a metal coin falling on a concrete floor. My eyes flash red as I tilt my head to the side. “You shouldn't have done that.”

In two steps I’m across the room hiding in the darkness behind Black Mask. I’m close enough to see his body attempting not to tremble with fear.His breathing is slow and calculated while he still has his pistol raised in Jason’s direction. I reach out and grab the pistol throwing him against the wall. “Burn.” Papers next to his body start to burn from the focus of my heat vision.

Fingers wrap around my arm pulling me back into Jason’s armored chest. “Stop. We only came to steal his client list.” His fingers leave my arm as he makes his way to the safe, “A little help Midnight.” His head tilts in the direction of the lock on the safe.

I roll my eyes as I walk in that direction, “Lev rrup, (Behind you.)” My eyes look at the glass window at the complete darkness. I move fast as I rip off the door to the safe and grab as many files as I can before Batman and Red Robin bust through the window. “Told you Zombie.” I instantly hide in the darkness of the room and watch Jason lift a gun to Batman. I feel jealousy rush through Jason's emotions quickly before he snuffs out all his emotions.

“Don’t take a step in my direction. You can’t be trusted around me.” Jason’s voice is cocky as a smirk plays under his helmet.

Red Robin slowly moves to check on the people Jason has already shot before cautiously walking towards Black Mask and the burning paper around him.

Jason takes a step around Batman and briefly whispers, “Hi Bruce,” as softly as he can before Jumping out the window. He laughs as he falls before he launches a grappling hook and lands safely below.

I whisper from the dark making my way to the window, “Be careful with them, the Robins will all do whatever it takes to survive.” My eyes lock with Bruce’s as I crawl through the window seal. I see sadness and betrayal behind his eyes just like he can see the same emotions in mine. I hover a small ways away from the window seal before I speak louder so he and everyone else can hear me. “I’m erasing myself from the narrative. Let people wonder what happened when you all broke my heart. He has torn me apart for the last time.” I took a step back on the air and looked up at the boy in blue, “I'm watching it burn. The world has no right to my heart. You forfeit all rights to my heart.”

I fall to the earth below stopping an inch from the ground while keeping eye contact with Nightwing sitting on the roof. A small tear slides down my cheek before evaporating from the heat coming from my eyes as I set a car on fire and launch myself into the atmosphere above. I stop right before I leave Earth's Atmosphere and just float. I don’t really need air to breath and I can cancel out the noises of down below and just let my mind rest.

My eyes slowly close as my hair comes loose from its braid and floats behind me in waves, my clothes transform from the destroyed leather jacket and pants to an oversized t-shirt that says ‘Metropolis High’ and black sweatpants. Sniffles leave my noise as I think about everything. “My supposed soulmate has fallen in love with another woman. I can’t keep searching or scanning for him or my family anymore.I’m going to stand back and watch the world burn. My only possessions are my memories. The memories of when I knew he was mine.” A shuddered breath leaves my lips as I hear the fluttering of fabric approaching quickly.

There was no time for me to become completely invisible before Superman stopped in front of me, “Lydia.”

I keep my eyes closed and sigh, “Sir.”

He crosses his arms in front of him and raises an eyebrow. “It is polite to look at the people talking to you, young lady.” He clears his throat, “Would you like to explain why Bruce just called me and told me to search the atmosphere for my rogue daughter?”

I roll my eyes as I open them and tilt my head to the side, “Superman has a daughter? I must meet her and warn her that he might abandon her.” My hands ball up into fists at my side. I assume Jason can feel my anger because I feel calming emotions coming from him.

“DON’T.” He takes a breath, “Don’t talk to me that way. I am still your father and I will still be your father even if you don’t want me.” His arms fall to his sides as he keeps a fixed gaze on me. “Would you like to talk about whatever,” he motions to my body, “this is?”

I look away and quickly can hear a worried heart beat from the one heart I don’t think will ever love me again. “Can you be my dad for like a minute? Then you and everyone else can abandon the experiment again.” My eyes stay locked to his as he gives a quick nod. “You used to tell mom that this was the best way to relax when you were on constant missions. I wanted to try it and see if it could help fix a broken heart.” My hand shoots up between us, “Don’t, I can’t be trusted around you. And besides you broke my heart too dad."

He moves a few inches back away and motions me to continue with his finger. "I know you all thought I was gone. But I imagined there would be this amazing family reunion and you all would welcome me back with open arms and he would be mine again. But instead I was forgotten and now I'm willing and ready to see you all burn." My eyes light up quickly then go back to my normal green color.

"I'm not naive, I've seen him with women. I've seen you with people too. I just never thought I would be replaced." I close my eyes and just listen to the silence of space, "This won't be a normal thing between us. I'm 20, I don't need a father.”

“So, you are just writing everyone off? We don’t have a say if we want back into your life?” Clark raises an eyebrow, his cape barely moving behind him. “What if we want to be part of the narrative?”

My eyes drift down to the Earth below, all the blues and some of the greens merging together. Light bends around the curvature of the world causing it to look like the world is standing in a spotlight, almost like everything is burning. “Earn my trust. Show me I am truly needed. Know that I will not always be the good guy.” I give a quick tilt of my head as if I am challenging him.

“So you went to Metropolis high?”

My eyebrows scrunch together before I look down at my shirt. “No, the Master gave this to me the last time he spoke to the students in Metropolis.”

Clark locks his jaw and grits his teeth, “Who is your master?”

Feeling threatened, my eyes flash red and I instantly become invisible, “Nice chat Clark.” I quickly dive to the world below and land in the ocean. On instinct I curl into a ball and close my eyes trying to avoid the memories of Lex Luthor walking in as I am strapped to a medical table. Lex Luthor standing beside Ra’s Al Ghul as I’m being beaten senseless by assassins while pure Kryptonite is at my feet.

Being forced to fight Batman, Robin and the Justice League over and over again to keep their attention away from him. Having things thrown at me or extra experiments happening to me because he thought he could brainwash me to kill my father. I blow air bubbles out of my mouth as my transparent state becomes visible. I swim up a river before I decide to find a shore line and dry off on the side of the river.

I climb up the wall of the river and lay under cherry blossom trees. The breeze has been creating a soft background noise with the leaves gently brushing against each other. I don’t know if I lost track of time or if I honestly wasted the day away under a tree by the potomac river. Looking across the river at Arlington, Virginia watching the night life start to come out. Families walking up and down the street, a man passing by walking his pomeranian.

“It’s a nice night Miss Kent.” A man's voice appears from behind me.

“That it is.” I slowly turn around to face the voice, “You happen to know who I am, but I seem to not recognize you.” A fake smile appears on my face as I stand up to converse with the man.

“It’s my job to know the inner workings of everything in and around Gotham. Including your family and every secret known to you, or him." He extends his hand as if he was going to shake mine. “How is Superman doing now that his oh so precious daughter is back?” He motions with his hand to come towards him.

I approach and hug him as an old couple comes towards us, “Oh darling I have missed you. Please don’t ever leave again.” I hug him and watch the couple walk by us smiling. My eyes turn red when I notice they are at a safe distance, “Who the hell are you and what do you want?” I try to quickly get away from his hold.

The man holds on tight and whispers in my ear, “The Court of Owls is intrigued to watch how you settle into your role in society.” He turns me to where I am facing the river, “Don’t follow me.” In an instant his body and arms are gone and I am alone again.

Taking in a deep breath I look around then shrugging, “Time to go for a walk.” I head off in the direction of the Hall of Justice.

#Superman #CatWing #chapter4 #Batman #Redhood #Robin #Blackmask #Nightwing #Cat #Lydia Kent #richard grayson

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