@ifdragonscouldtalk thanks for letting me write the greek god au this was literally the best thing that happened to me all day i love it. (Tony=Persephone, Bucky=Hades, Sam=Poseidon, Steve=Zeus, Rhodey=Demeter, Pepper=Athena, Natasha=Hecate, Clint=Hermes. Thor is Thor, you can’t change crap like that. He’s too godly.)
Bucky was in hell. On most days, that was a good thing. It meant things were running smoothly, souls weren’t arguing over whether or not they should be placed in a different section, and Thor sometimes talked about how he did a better job than Thor’s screwed-up niece Hela. (She was weird, Bucky tried to talk to her and she started talking about the End. Lmao, Bucky’s not messing with that.)
But today? Hell was in a totally different context. First off, there’s this soul named Sitwell who keeps bitching about the hellish part of hell, and how he should be in the Field Of Elysium. Bucky has to explain that since Sitwell is such a terrible person, he doesn’t get to go there.
The dog won’t settle down. Cerberus, as Bucky named him, was whining. Probably because Sam gave him smoked meat treats, and Bucky hates the fact that Sam can make his dog like him more than Bucky. (Bucky hates Sam, mainly because he tried to flood the Underworld, and that can’t be done, but no, Steve said that Sam was “just joking.” Just joking, Bucky’s ass.)
And finally, he has a dude just…covered in flowers wandering around talking with the dog. He pinches the bridge of his nose, and walks over. People aren’t supposed to get out of their death sentence, but some, on occasion, do.
“Hello Dum-E,” the man coos, scratching the dog under the chin. Bucky stops, noting that the man seemed to have named the dog.
“Did you…name Cerberus?” Bucky asks awkwardly. The man whips around, and…holy hell. Bucky is gonna be in trouble. The guy is covered in flowers, some making a small wreath around his head. His sandals are the color of grass on a cool summer’s day, and his chiton seemed to be stained with the color of small flower petals. Bucky knows who he is.
Or, as the Greeks like to refer to him, Persephone.
“If you named him ‘Spot’ so help me gods,” Tony says. “That head is Dum-E, that one is U, and the last one is Butterfingers. She dropped her treat after I handed it to her. I love them.” Bucky just stands awkwardly.
“Um, okay? What are you doing down here?” Tony blinks, before scratching Cerberus–U–behind his gigantic ears.
“I heard the barking! Also, I noticed that there is a severe lack of flowers in your home, and i understand aesthetic purposes, but you have no skulls for the arts. Natasha would be disappointed.”
“You…you know Natasha?” Bucky chokes. If he knows Natasha, then that means that he’s in potential danger. She likes her friends, especially the soft one. (Given that Clint, (hermes to the mortals) usually trips on his face and took a wrong turn into Germany, she likes him a lot.)
“I think I’m going to like it here,” Tony decides. “But you need more flowers.” Bucky is helpless as Tony starts decorating and talking to Bucky about something other than death and destruction and chaos. He’s talking about the new strand of Hyacinth that was just in today.
Over time, Bucky actually looks forward to the talks that he and Tony have. Bucky learns how to plant herbs so that his throne room doesn’t smell like total death, and learns all about Tony’s friends.
What Bucky doesn’t know is that Rhodey and Pepper, Tony’s absolute best friends, are looking for him. And they are tearing up the earth, searching high and low for him.
“He was picking flowers for Bruce’s party,” Pepper grumbles. “Because he had that new cup decoration to try out.”
“I thought it was because of his new threshing tool for me,” Rhdoey said. “Look, Athena, could you maybe get in an appointment with Zeus? Everyone knows he trusts you best.”
“If you call me Athena again, I’m suing?”
“Do we even know what that concept is yet?”
“Not sure, humanity is unclear. We’re going up and seeing Steve, though,” Pepper says, grim determination all over her face. “Come on, Rhodes.”
Steve, naturally, is terrified of the force that is Pepper and Rhodey. Rhodey on his own is fearsome, but combined with Pepper? Oh dear gods, that is the day that Steve hides.
So, they send Clint. It’s a disaster, but no one else will voluntarily go down and see Bucky calmly besides Sam, but Sam always tries to convince Bucky that Steve likes him more. (It’s a travesty.)
Clint walks in like he’s walking through Natasha’s closet looking for the purple toga that brings out her magic.
“Hi Tony!” He says cheerfully. “Pepper and Rhodey made earth suck because they couldn’t find you or get to you!” Tony blinks, another geranium poking out of an eye socket.
“Yeah,” Clint says. “I can’t go anywhere without putting on, like, six overcoats. Also, all the flowers died.”
“…I wanna stay here, Rhodey knows how to make flowers,” Tony says stubbornly. “Bucky has, like, no flowers.” Bucky gapes.
“It sounds like your Pepper and Rhodey have made a mini hell.” Clint, by this point, has grown bored, and already flown up to tell Pepper and Rhodey the news. They do not accept.
“Tony, flowers and stuff is your job,” Rhodey explains. Tony wavers.
“Bucky has portals!” Pepper and Rhodey are still on the fence.
“Tony,” Pepper warns. “You know how scatter-brained you are. You forgot to give Athens asphodel flowers for three weeks.” Tony pouts.
“Well, I’m gonna marry him,” Tony says decisively. Bucky chokes.
“When the hell did you decide that?”
“Two seconds ago,” Tony says.
By this point, Natasha, Steve, and Sam are all in, but Steve only heard the word ‘marry.’
“You’re married him?!” Steve asks, shock written all over his face.
Look: Tony doesn’t make the best decisions. He wasn’t the one who caused the Trojan War, despite what Pepper said. (She was jealous, alright?) So when he heard Steve, he thought that he was going to ban Tony from being in the Underworld and having some good times with Bucky.
So he shoves a whole pomegranate in his mouth. It tastes bitter, but also sweet, because he’s been working hard on them. Even if Bucky wouldn’t let him taste them.
“TonY NO!” Comes the collective shriek.
“Tonee yesh,” Tony replies, red gushing down his mouth in dribbles. He practically gargles the pomegranate juice.
“A-are you choking?” Bucky asks. “Babe, you okay?” Tony nods, spitting some of it out. “Sweetheart, I love you, but why? Why did you try and jam an entire pomegranate into your mouth?”
“To stay with you!” Tony says. “I didn’t want Steve to take me away!”
“No offense, but Steve is as harmless as a baby goose.”
“Yeah, but he hisses like one,” Bucky says. “Nah, I’m god of the dead. Dead trumps sky.” Steve rolls his eyes. “So, you still need to do your job, spend some time on earth with Pepper and Rhodey. Are you okay with the system of portals?”
“Yeah,” Tony says. “Sorry Pep, sorry sugarbun.” His friends, totally understanding what it was he was trying to do. “So, I’m thinking summer for the wedding. Everyone’s expecting spring, but it rains like a bitch during spring, and I like flowers in the summer.” Bucky just decides to do whatever the hell Tony says.
The wedding is beautiful. They get Thor to preside over the ceremony. (He’s a different god, he makes weddings more important. Also? Thor is a fun guy.) Sam makes beautiful fountains, Steve makes sure the sun shines, and Rhodey is in charge of catering. Natasha and Pepper plan the whole thing, although Natasha also makes sure that the Underworld stays as is.
Dum-E, U, and Butterfingers are all flower-dogs, and ring bearers. Butterfingers is wisely the flowergirl, as she would drop the rings.
“I love you,” Tony says, pecking Bucky on the cheek as they dance. “But I’m decorating your throne room with flowers.”
“Babe, I have to keep a reputation.” Tony snorts.
“You married the goddess of springtime and flowers, don’t kid yourself.”
goddammit i’ve got the house to myself for the first time in over a month and
with the kids back at school, the H at work, the in-laws who’ve been here since mid-July at last enroute back to their home – I could be writing, or cleaning that disgusting fucking bathroom, or starting The Bold Type or working the fiendishly difficult jigsaw puzzle on the dining room table or day-drinking or masturbating freely and without restraint – but here I am, with y’all, fighting off a spiral. This is my life now. There’s no way out.
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When Lup was young, she liked fairy tales. Taako too, and they agreed that the best ones were the stories that had a clever protagonist who outsmarted the villain through their wits, even though they were smaller or weaker. Those characters reminded her of her and her brother - if the people in the stories could make it, then so could Taako and Lup. When they ran out of stories to tell each other, they made up new ones.
Lup was more interested in the idea of the happy ending part, after everything. When she was little, she’d always thought that the the happily-ever-after part was too final; she wanted to think that there would be more adventures and that the story just didn’t have time to cover a whole lifetime of excitement and clever tricks. And Lup didn’t expect her life to settle into permanent complacency - there was still too much she wanted to do and see - but she thought she understood the appeal in a guaranteed sort of happiness. There was an unwritten contract, in every story, that when the hero won, their happiness is promised. It was an abstract concept, over-simplified and at best unlikely, but she wanted that promise of happiness.
The Hunger was no longer looming, everyone had lived (almost) and everyone was fine (pretty much). Lup had a new body that had been customized to specifications, Magnus, Fisher, and Junior had a full week of bonding time, Lucretia was… sort of working on repairing some serious damage in all of her relationships; it was going to take a while. Davenport was starting to get ahold of the stutter and teaching a few interested bureau employees how to operate the Starblaster. Merle introduced all of them to his kids. Barry smiled like some kind of damn (adorable) fool nearly all the time.
Everything was all set for the happy ending. Almost. Pretty much.
Except for a few loose ends, like the fact that Taako wouldn’t stop looking at her like that.
It was always when he thought she wouldn’t notice (and that was hilarious, that Taako really thought he was sneaky enough to get anything past her), usually from across the room. It was like he was waiting for her to suddenly not be there, or like he was surprised to see her there at all. It was a lost look, and it didn’t look right on Taako, who she’d always known as confident to the point of ridiculousness. Even in his weaker moments, when his confidence was not as certain, he’d never looked at her with doubt.
She really didn’t like that. Lup didn’t like the implication that Taako didn’t trust her to exist.
Do you have a favorite PPG bumper (example: Powerhouse, CN City)?
Not really (although I never really dug CN City). All the Powerhouse ones were great! I just remember really liking the little shorts that they’d sometimes show before an actual episode more than the bumpers. EXAMPLE:
Imagine this: there are two characters, a man and a woman usually in this hetero-centric world of ours, and they meet each other and they hate each other from the get go. Yeah, well, sounds familiar. Well obviously it does, that’s like the formula to every single romantic comedy ever written.
““Are ye sure? Don’t want ye t’get cold.” Paul didn’t break the eye contact with John, which released a hot blossom of butterflies to fly around John’s stomach like mad. “You can return the favour another time.” John tried his best to flirt, but he knew he was absolute rubbish at it.”
ducatista_luca: TBW. We were is Laguna Seca and wanted to take a group pic when this guy walked in. #lagunaseca #wsbk #ducati #mvagustamotor #superbike #motorcycle#funday #mrwick #johnwick #keanureeves