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Better Together Chapter 3

Here's chapter three. I'll keep this short. Let me know what you think. If you like this chapter and want to be added to my tag list, please let me know. Reblogs are most welcome, it lets others view my work. Comments are even better, it lets me know I'm doing a good job-we all need validation once in a while.

Word Count: 3155

Warnings: Violence, language, Poe being cute.

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

The cliffs are further than you originally thought. Your legs are cramping, throbbing. Poe lets you rest as long as he can but it’s still crucial to reach the elusive cliffs before dark.

He helps you over massive logs, crooked roots, down sharp hills. His hands are firm on your waist as he lifts you over fallen branches, they’re steady in yours as he helps you clamber over the gnarled roots.

He never once complains, never once tells you to get over it, never once makes you feel weak or useless. Every once in a while, he’ll glance over his shoulder at you, his pretty eyes lingering on your face for a second before smiling. You can feel his eyes on you as you stoop to gather the vegetation samples. He’s never intrusive, only giving his help when you request it.

“I’ve thought of another reason the bugs are so big.” You huff, hauling yourself over another massive branch.

“Tell me.” He wipes his forehead.

“The trees are so big, they’re pumping so much O2 into the air that the bugs can get big enough to take as much as they need in.”

“Come again?”

“Bugs have big tubes that intake oxygen through their skin to their organs, bypassing the need for lungs. In the places we’ve populated, the oxygen level is way down compared to this place. They’d die before the air ever gets to their organs.”

“How do you fit so much in that brain of yours?” He chuckles and you roll your eyes, clinging to his shoulders as he lifts you over another root.

Finally-finally, the base of the cliffs come into view and you let out a sigh of relief. The light is already getting dimmer, so you’re just barely in time. Then you take a second to look up at the sheer wall of rocks in front of you. It shoots straight up, higher than you can even see at this range. The edge disappears into the clouds and you know there’s no way you can climb to the top. You’ll have to find a way around.

But maybe, if there’s a natural cave system, the mechs can make a decent base inside.

You follow Poe along the wall, resisting the urge to drop your arms. Now that the end of your day is in sight, your shoulders feel tighter than ever after holding your holopad in front of you all day.

Up ahead. You can see the shadow darker than the rest surrounding it. Poe seems to already have spotted it, turning towards it. His head swivels around to glance at the forest behind you.

“How’s that gut, kid?” He tosses over his shoulder at you and you want to make a snide remark about being the same age. But you don’t.

“Hard to tell. Relieved at finding the cave. But.” You leave it hanging.

“But.” He agrees, turning towards the entrance of the cave. He digs into his bag, pulling out a torch. You take it from him, falling into step next to him.

“Poe,” you start, shining the light towards the back of the cave.

“We’ll just go back about two hundred feet, just to make sure it’s empty. Then we’ll camp at the entrance.” He promises, looking over at you. You nod and follow him back. The sharp pebbles littering the cave floor jab into the bottom of your feet, but complaining about it won’t do much good now.

Two hundred feet back and it’s clear, no bones, no signs of a nest. Good to camp in. Poe shoulders his long gun and turns towards you, taking your hand and leading you back to the mouth of the cave.

“I’ll go get some firewood, start setting up camp.” He says, squeezing your hand once before leaving the cave once more.

You glance nervously towards the darkness behind you, before starting to pull materials out of your bag. You manage to scrape out an even space for two sleeping bags and a campfire in the middle. You get the meal rations out just as he starts to come back with his muscular arms full of wood.

“Looks good.” He comments, dumping the hardwood off to the side. While he sets up the fire, your eyes are searching the trees across from the cave, the splintered shards of rock creating a beach almost, a boundary from the thick grass.

You can still hear the creaking and groaning from the trees. At some points, with the right echo, it’s almost as if they’re alive. The trees sound as though they’re moving, waking up as the last of the light disappears. The constant groans during the day were just them shifting in their sleep, now they’re ready to move.

Did they sense the presence of two tiny beings crawling around them? Are they coming for you now? Or are you too minuscule in comparison and therefore not worth the hassle?

“What’s going on in that big brain of yours?” Poe asks, looking up from the crackling fire.

“What if the trees are alive?” You ask worriedly and he laughs, pushing himself to come over and stand behind you.

“Okay, you’re way too tense. The trees aren’t alive. The wind is picking up out there, I think the temperature is about to drop. It’s natural for wood to expand and contract as it shifts. And if they are alive? Well, they’re too fucking tall to get us in here. I didn’t cut any trees to get this wood, just picked up what was scattered around.” He promises, those big, warm hands settling on your shoulders. You tense at the sudden touch, but it’s Poe-he's not going to hurt you. He would never hurt you.

“I might be a little uptight.” You admit sheepishly.

“It’s all the lack of orgasming.” He teases.

You open your mouth to fire back, but then his thumbs press deliciously into the flesh of your back and shoulders, and you’re cut off with a strangled moan. He squeezes, and then drags his thumbs up towards your hairline, your head dropping forward onto your chest and electric arcs race along your spine. He alternates his thumbs, pushing in and stroking upward on either side of your spinal column. Heat spirals through you as he slowly, methodically works all the tight muscles out of your back and shoulders. All the stress from worrying, all the aches from carrying the heavy pack and your holopad all day.

“Poe-“ you groan and he chuckles, guiding you forward to lay face down on your sleeping bag.

“Relax. We’ll eat in a minute.” He says softly, his breath ghosting across the back of your neck. His hands are strong, manipulating your flesh to get all the knots out along your back. He uses his knuckles to work out the taut muscles between your shoulder blades, easing the tension out of the bands of overworked, under appreciated tissue. He drags his fingertips up into your scalp and the stretch of it is heavenly. He squeezes the tightly wound muscles at the base of your neck and it sends tingles all the way down your spine as your breath comes out in a woosh.

Your eyes drift closed, drowning in the feel of it. He slowly works his way down the outside on your arms, getting all the sore muscles and you have to roll your face into your blanket to stifle the noise. To his immense credit, he doesn’t say anything to make you feel bad or embarrassed. He just keeps working until you’re a boneless mess in front of him. His hands grip your open ones down by your hips as he pauses.

“I’d offer to massage your legs, but even I know that’s too far.” He says teasingly and it’s probably a good call. But then he mumbles something under his breath, a little too quiet for you to hear properly, but it almost sounds like “I know my own limits.”

You start to push yourself up, but he stops you. “I never said I was done. Your feet must be killing you if mine are any indication.”

“You’re not wrong.” You mumble, laying back down. You shift and roll over onto your back, feeling your spine release the last bit of tension and it cracks as you exhale fully.

He eases your boots off and you flex your toes, trying to prepare for the inevitable tickling as soon as he touches you. He grips your ankle, all firm touches as he sits and pulls your foot onto his knee.

He glances at your face, which holds some kind of look of distress. “Don’t worry, I remember. I’m not looking to get kicked in the mouth again.” He grins, easing your apprehension once more.

“Why are you so good at this?” You sigh, resting your head back.

“At massages? I’ve had lots of practice.” He says casually.

You snort, having no doubt. “I meant all of it, dummy. Being isolated like this, you’re not afraid, you’re not losing your mi-iiind.” You gasp as he digs his first knuckle into the heel of your foot.

“You’re not losing your mind.” He laughs, dragging it up through your arch, adding more pressure so it won’t tickle. “And I’m okay with it because of you.” He adds. “You said that the bugs are big because they don’t have to be fast for survival. So, honestly, we’re probably the most dangerous things here.”

“So, why am I all jittery?” You ask, toes flexing as he presses his thumbs into your arch. Maker, it feels good.

“I don’t know. Maybe you don’t trust me to have your back?” He says, and you know it’s a joke. He would never believe that, so you roll your eyes.

“You are such a jerk. I take it back. You’re the absolute worst.” You huff and he grins.

“You tell me, Y/N. What’s making you so on edge? Why are you so nervous? Don’t sugar coat or rationalize.” He prompts.

You think for a long minute. “The trees creaking? It’s always behind us. Never once has it come from in front of you. It’s always behind me. Sometimes, I felt like something was coming up behind us, not a butterfly or anything. But I’d turn around and there was nothing there, nothing I could see, anyway. And when we would stop for water, or because of my weak ass legs, I would feel eyes on me. Something was watching us, it felt wrong and dangerous. Predatory. Even though we might be the only sentient beings on this planet, I don’t think we’re the most dangerous. It doesn’t feel that way.” You shake your head.

He’s quiet for a long time, working out the arches of your foot. “Alright. We’ll stick together. No going off on your own to take a leak, or get some pretty flowers. If you go, I go. Understand? If you’re that freaked out, or sensing something that strongly, we stay together.” He says, meeting your eyes.

“Deal.” You agree. He finishes with your feet and you push yourself up, gesturing for him to lay down.

“What?” He asks.

“Your turn. Fair is fair, and you know I’m good at it.” You remind him and he chuckles, laying down for you. You straddle the back of his thighs as he lays face down on your sleeping bag and you start with the thickly corded muscles in his back. You work slowly, being just as methodical as he was. By the time you get to the base of his scalp with his thick, luscious dark hair, his breathing has evened out and it’s shallow. If he’s not already asleep, he will be soon. You work out the tension in his hands, spreading the tight muscles with the pads of your thumbs. He makes a soft noise and you smile down at him, brushing his soft hair out of his eyes.

You shift down to his feet, easing his shoes off, working the heels and arches until his soft snores reach you. You chuckle to yourself and lean over him, pressing a kiss to his big shoulder as you take his rifle and go to sit by the door of the cave for the first watch.

He sleeps for a while, the massage clearly helps. You eat your food while you watch the night bugs float by. They’re huge, but thankfully don’t seem interested in you. About halfway through the night, Poe jerks awake with a start, looking around.

“Over here.” You call, pushing yourself up.

“I can’t believe you let me sleep.” He mumbles, wiping his eyes before pulling you into a hug. You rest your head on his chest for a moment, listening to his heart, strong and steady, as he’s always been.

“Well, it would hardly be fair for me to lull you to sleep and then wake you up to take the first watch.” You grin. “Besides, you needed sleep.”

He pulls back and cups your face gently. “You okay?” He asks. That’s what you love about Poe, he’s never been shy. If he wants to touch you, he will. Holding hands, hugs, pushing your arm, guiding you through a crowd. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t particularly care for your boyfriend, or maybe that’s just who he is as a person. But you like the honesty of it. He’s never changed a part of himself to suit anyone else.

“Yeah. I didn’t shoot any bugs by accident.” You shrug and he grins.

“That’s my girl, keeping it together one thread at a time.” He teases and you laugh, dropping your head forward.

“Go get something to eat. I’m gonna go use the little girl’s tree and then get some sleep myself.” You yawn, handing him the gun back.

“Did you forget what I said already?” He rolls his eyes. “If you go, I go.” He nudges you towards the entrance. “Go pee. And then I can get food.”

“It's right there.” You complain.

“What if I’m over there, stuffing my face, and you’re over here with your pants down, and some bat the size of a bantha carries you off into the night? How am I supposed to make it back to the ship?”

“So, you’re admitting you’re useless without me?” You tease and he searches your eyes for a minute before straightening and walking past you, shoulders brushing softly.

“Yes.” He adds and you pump your fists in triumph, turning to follow him. He leads you to the nearest tree, and waits on the side facing the cave while you walk into the dark shadows. Admittedly, you’re much less brave now. It’s so dark, neither of the planet’s two moons are visible behind the cloud cover. The only light is from Poe’s flashlight.

You quickly unbuckle your pants and lean back against the tree, nerves rattled. Your bladder freezes, refusing to relax.

“What’s the hold up?” He asks.

“You’re listening.” You mutter, trying to coax it out by repeatedly tensing and relaxing your muscles.

“Seriously? Now you have stage fright? It’s not like I haven’t heard you go before.” He reminds you and you cover your face with a groan. Shit, he’s right. Just fucking do it.

“Can you just… like… five steps, that’s all I’m asking.” You please and he grumbles but stomps loud enough for you to hear him walk away. It takes another second, but finally, you go. Peeing against a tree is hard work when you have a vagina.

You take care of your business and buckle up, walking back around the tree to find Poe exactly where you left him, having not walked away at all. “Dirty, rotten trickster.” You mutter and he slings his arm around your shoulders.

“It worked, didn’t it?”

“I’m not answering you. Good night.” You huff and turn to leave him at the entrance, before you pause and turn back. You quickly kiss his cheek and mumble a quick “eat something,” before walking away completely. The kiss was unprompted, and probably not very professional, but he very easily could have made you feel crazy earlier and didn’t.

You settle down on your sleeping bag in front of the fire, a chill sweeping through you. It’s not cold outside, but it could just be from being still for so long.

After a minute, you can hear him rustling through his bag and then the fire gets warmer in front of you. You smile and drift into unconsciousness.

In your dream, Poe is talking to you. You can’t quite hear what he’s saying, his words are muffled, and every once in a while, the crackling from the fire drowns him out. But his words are soft and gentle. His eyes are looking at your sleeping form, warm and melted chocolate in the light of the flames.

You move, ghost like, towards the opening, drawn to something outside. But the outside isn’t the same. There aren’t any trees as tall as the buildings on Coruscant. There’s white walls, smooth black floors; cold-sterile. A door hisses open to your right and you’re sucked through like a vacuum. This room is all black, red lights dot the walls sporadically and there are two uncomfortable looking contraptions in the middle, tables with metal straps, but upright and facing each other.

The floor drops out from under you and there are two men fighting with lightsabers, one a wicked looking double edged red blade, the other an elegant, cool blue. The one with the red saber, his face is horrifying, red and black streaks down his face and dangerous horns protruding from his bald head. The other man is young, short reddish hair, cream colored robes. They’re fighting for their lives around a massive return tunnel in the center of the floor.

A big gust of wind blows you down the tunnel and you cry out, rolling to a stop in the middle of the trees. You don’t know where you are, all the giant landscape looks the same. Your heart is pounding wildly as you turn around. Something is definitely alive, definitely evil.

As you turn, you spot your best friend, your partner, your commander. He’s fighting someone. You can’t see who, they’re just a dark shape-an outline. “Poe!” You cry out, trying to move through the dense foliage to get to him, to help him!

The shadowy figure pulls a knife out of thin air and plunges it into Poe’s chest, dead center. His warm brown eyes flick over to you as you scream, the earth trembling with your anger. The shadowy figure pulls the knife slowly from his chest and then stabs it up through his jaw, into his soft palate, piercing his brain. You scream, feeling your entire being shake apart at the molecular level, dispersing into the wind as Poe slumps to the ground, unmoving.

Chapter Four

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naferty · 4 years

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Please, I'm begging you, what happens after tony flies away from Steve in the twins au?? How can they recover from that?

Steve is left standing alone as he watches Tony fly further and further away, unable to find the wordings to call the genius back. Not that he thought Tony would even come back. After the outburst and confession Tony just gave, Steve had no doubt the last person Tony wants to talk to is him.

Steve kicks at a pebble on the pavement absentmindedly. What now? If he tried to talk to Tony the genius would just run away. He might even make it worse by pushing and pushing, but if he doesn’t do anything then it will get worse as Tony will likely spend the time convincing himself he’s done right and the damage will become irreversible.

Steve meant it when he said he wanted Tony. So confident and sure about it. So much so he thought Tony himself was reassured about their relationship. Their very brief relationship. He didn’t think twice when he admitted to the genius about his previous affection for his sister. He thought they were past the awkwardness that was ‘dating even though Steve once had feelings for Tasha’ and Tony had been okay with it.

Turns out, Tony didn’t even know.

If Steve had known how hurt Tony would be from it, he would have never told him anything. But then, what kind of person would that make Steve?

A misguided one.

With no other options, he made his way to the source of all this. Tasha. If anyone could talk to Tony, it would be his older sis. The two were close like peas in a pod, cut from the same fabric, thick as thieves, and from the mischief the two are able to get to, that last description is very accurate.

And just like Steve, she’s guilty of withholding information. She knew they had been dates, Steve knows she did, but she decided to act oblivious in order to let him down easy and somewhere along the way she thought adding in Tony to the equation had been a good idea.

It was, Steve will say. At the time it felt disrespectful, but once Steve got Tasha was not, in fact, going to return his affection, he settled in and watched as the siblings showed what they’re best known for. A well-oiled machine with a dash of sarcasm that would put Deadpool to shame. And a side of Tony Steve had never seen.

After a while, Steve had looked forward to Tony joining them until one day Steve decided to just skip asking Tasha and instead ask Tony. He thought it’d be a bit awkward at first without Tasha, but no. Tony kept all manner of conversation going smoothly. There was hardly any moment of pause. And it had been fun. So much so that Steve didn’t want it to end.

It hadn’t been until the next day that Steve realized… it had felt like a date. Exactly what Steve had wanted when he asked Tasha. Only, it ended with Tony instead.

Were they dating now? Was Steve interested in Tony?

The simple answer; yes.

The complication; they didn’t know it. Not at first.

Now. Steve wants Tony, but Tony won’t believe him. Will he believe Tasha if she explained? Steve can only hope.

He found her in Stark tower. Usually where either twin is always located. Can’t find one? Always check there first. Almost a guarantee they’ll be there out of class time. They’ll be in their lab working nonstop on projects, but Steve found her sitting alone, no project, no goggles, and no tools in hand. Just alone staring at nothing on the table. Head in her hands.

“Tash?” he calls to her.

“Tony is in his lab,” she says without prompting. Starks are geniuses. It’s only natural she knows why he’s there.

“Will he talk to me?”

A beat of silence. “No.”

“He thinks I don’t want him.”

She sighs. “Yeah, I figured.” She lifts her head and looks at him. “What did he say?”

“I settled for him.” The words feel wrong on his tongue. Like poison. He can’t imagine how Tony feels when he said them.

“What else?”

Steve shakes his head. Tony admitted a lot in a moment of vulnerability. His feelings and beliefs. Steve won’t repeat those. Not to his sister. Not to anyone. “Not my words to tell. He’s - he’s hurting though. A lot. Because of me and you.”

She rubs her forehead. “Yeah. That’s been our life for the longest time. I get all I want and he gets hurt because of me -”

“You don’t have to tell me.”

“No, you have to hear it. If you’re serious about Tony you need to know.” She invites him over to sit next to him. “Tony and I - to the world, it looks like we’ve been equals our whole lives. We share the company. The tower. The Iron armor. Everything, but it’s far from the truth. I grew up expecting everything. Tony grew up expecting nothing.”

Steve frowns. That doesn’t make sense. How can twins grow up in the same environment expecting different?

“Because of Howard. From the start, he’s treated us differently. For some damn reason, he valued me more and dumped what little was left on Tony, if there was anything left on that drunk asshole. I never knew. I could ask for anything and I always got it. Tony could barely ask for gloves. Gloves without holes if he was lucky enough.”

Tony’s trail of thought now made sense. His insecurity and distrust didn’t just stem from one simple relationship admission. It started in childhood. Trauma. Resentment. Insecurity.

Loneliness.

All thanks to the man that’s supposed to be their rock for protection and love.

“I can tell you our whole life story, Steve. About me being a grade-A bitch, Tony’s injuries, Howard’s selfishness, but it won’t get you any closer to Tony. You need to hear it from him, if he ever wants to tell you. What we need to do right now is figure out how to convince him,” she slams her fist on the table. “Howard is in his head. We need to get him out.”

“I already tried to explain. He won’t believe me. What else can I do?”

“Show him. Think of something that will prove it. Don’t go too big, though. Tony’s never liked show-offs. Small things that mean the most to him. Small things that you can do every day.” Tasha’s eyes go wide. “Jarvis! Write this down.”

“Of course, Ma’am,” came Jarvis’ electronic voice.

“You ready, Steve?”

Steve nods. Slow and serious. Ready as he’ll ever be. He’ll get Tony to believe him. No matter how long it takes.

Wish him a good morning every day

Buy him coffee

Get him chocolates

Leave him notes on his books

Text him - the sappier the text the better

Bring him lunch - burgers preferably

Thank him for all his hard work around campus

Tell him how smart he is

Compliment his smiles

Laugh at every joke - no matter how cringy

Paint him stuff when you have time - Tony doesn’t admit it, but he actually likes paintings a lot

Hug him every chance you get - careful of his chest

Steal his jacket and wear it - assert dominance

Invite him to places you go

Tony doesn’t like long walks - take him on your bike - long bike rides

Ask him to dance - make him laugh while dancing - your old dance should work!

Can’t go wrong with flowers

Ask him about his day - projects too - ask about Dummy and U

Tell him he is hot - don’t point out a specific body part - let him know all of him is hot - if you mention his ass I will kill you

Thank him when he gives you things - kiss his forehead if he resists the thank yous

Hold his hand - ask him to hold something when he resists and make your move then

Don’t mention sister - not so early - let Tony gain confidence again

When the time is right tell him it’s him and only him

If you decide to pick a ring you better take me with you - not that I’ll let you right now - it’s too early!

One day tell him you love him

#text post #naferty writes #stark twins au #stony #stevetony #tasha giving steve pointers to shower tony with affection #better watch out tony #avac

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