Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.
Warnings: swearing, super mild smoot (it’s not really even smut)
Word Count: 4501
Author’s Note: This part is way too damn long. I really just like the ending. But I also couldn’t figure out what I wanted to cut so you’re getting all of it.
As we climb back to the car, Y/N has slipped off of Sam’s shoulders and shoved past him, nearly running up the trail, farther away from Sam. And from me. When we make it to the top of the trail and the edge of the parking lot, Steve looks to me with a shocked and unsure shrug, lifting his hands up in question. She barely speaks to anyone, only muttering a disgruntled, “Trunk, please” to Steve.
Once we’ve changed into dry clothes, Y/N tosses her now useless phone haphazardly into the trunk and grabs for her dated Atlas before slipping into the car without a word. She doesn’t move closer to me, she doesn’t look up from her Atlas. Goddamn it. She’s so upset. “Go left,” she instructs with a heavy sigh as she flips through the pages until she finds the map for South Dakota. She traces over an already marked road until it reaches the end of the page, before moving quickly over to Wyoming.
WHAT AM I? I am Powerful. I walk with a fire that burns so deeply inside it keeps the darkness away. I do not need a light at the end of the tunnel. I will light it myself. WHAT AM I? I am Vulnerable. I give myself too easily. My heart leads me down a path that leaves me open to tears. But I will not consider my fears to be a negative. I will twist and turn them to my advantage. It is okay to fall, I will be brave. I am Dramatic. You will know I am near. My head is held high, my eyes flaming, my confidence provoked. I will not be low. I will not bow down to anyone. You will know I am here. WHAT AM I? I am a Lover. Faithful and true. A journey for only two people. My head, my heart, my body, my sanctuary, my peace. I am a Friend. I surround myself with sisters, a bond that is unbreakable inside and out, soul and mind. They exist within me forever. Their tears are my tears, their laughs are my memories. Our smiles and dreams chase any shadows away. WHAT AM I? I am a Woman. I am an army on my own. Do not take my silence for lack of opinion. Do not mistake my kindess for weakness. Join me, we will be strong and dangerous. Together we are an empire. We will all rise as one.
I ask, you, what is a Queen without a King? It makes no difference. She will always be a Queen. And I Salute all Queens…
Yikes this was supposed to go up on Ash’s birthday, but you get the point. Enjoy!
Word Count: 2.5k+
Another drunken line of girls passed by me on a
determined path to the bathroom, bumping the cheap tiara on my head in the
process. I huffed in response while adjusting the ridiculously glittery
‘Birthday Girl’ sash my friends bought and took the opportunity to swipe the
newly freed seats near the bar so I could people-watch. An overflow of sweaty
bodies wriggled and swayed on every inch of the dance floor free of inhibition
due to their intoxication levels. Some men were getting encouraging pats on the
backs from their wolf packs of friends before shooting their shot with
whichever girl happened to be giggling their way. People throughout the club
whooped and hollered when the DJ switched to some vaguely different genre of
party music that the lively crowd could fist-bump and grind to.
After straining my neck to check the entrance of
the club for the umpteenth time in the past 15 minutes, I turned back around to
see a mesmerizing pair of hazel eyes peering into mine. I hadn’t realized how
deeply I was staring until the wavy-haired individual tried speaking to me over
the loud music.
“I’m sorry, what?” I shouted closer to him.
“I asked if you wanted a refill,” he said loudly
while gesturing to my half empty water.
My phone buzzed in my hand, indicating I was
getting a text. I briefly looked down at the preview of the message from my
friends’ group chat.
Sent at 8:43pm
1: Y/N I’m so sorry honey I can’t make it :( I
thought I could cram for this test but there’s way more content than I thought
Sent at 8:44pm
2: ^^ me too :/ my boyfriend’s game went into
overtime and I’m pretty sure they’re celebrating after. Maybe another time?
I rolled my eyes and looked back up at the
stranger clearing the table of leftover drinks and glasses.
“Actually, I think I was just heading out,” I
said standing from my seat.
“So soon?” He asked with raised eyebrows.
“Yeah, clubbing on your birthday just doesn’t
have the same ring to it when you’re by yourself,” I replied.
“You don’t have any friends coming to celebrate
with you?” He questioned as he wiped the table down and went behind the bar
I followed his trail and answered with evident
irritation, “Nope, they suddenly had other plans that were more important this
“Well,” he planted both of his hands on the
counter, “I, in good conscious, can’t let you end tonight as the unhappy
“And why is that?” I asked curiously.
“Because I’m going to become your new favorite
barkeep,” he said with a proud smile. “And it is with this new title that I
solemnly promise,” he raised his right hand as if he was taking an oath, “…to
ensure that the rest of tonight does not suck for you.”
A small smirk grew on my face at the mischievous
man in front of me.
“You can’t be serious, right?” I asked
incredulously. “I don’t even know you!”
“How about this, birthday girl” he glanced at a
few people walking up to the bar, most likely to order new drinks, “My name is
Ashton. I like going on adventures and buying vanilla scented candles. My
favorite part of movies are the trailers and I don’t understand how zodiac
signs work. I’m gonna come back over here at 9 when my shift ends. If you
decide by then that you don’t think an innocent night of fun with me is better
than sitting at home by yourself, I will personally call you an Uber and let
you go home,” he smiled walking away.
“You should add ‘cocky’ to that little bio of
yours,” I playfully said with my arms crossed.
“Not cocky!” He shouted over his shoulder, “just
Promptly at 9:00, Ashton popped out of a room
near the back of the club in his normal clothes and re-approached me at the
“So, birthday girl,” he leaned on the counter,
“what’s our verdict?”
“Well seeing as you made such an
appealing case and I don’t want to put this outfit to waste, I think one night
of adventure couldn’t hurt,” I said in a posh tone of voice.
“Then what are we waiting around for?” He asked
holding his hand out. I grabbed it and he helped me out of my seat. “Let’s get
this party started.”
With that, Ashton led me out of the club and
towards the parking lot. He pulled out his car keys and hit the unlock button,
bringing my eyes to the flashing headlights on a black mustang.
“This is you?” I asked in disbelief.
He shrugged and replied opening the passenger
door for me, “Well I can’t have the birthday princess walking around on her
feet all night now, can I?”
“How considerate of you. And when did I upgrade
to princess?” I said getting into the car and reaching over to open his door.
Ashton entered on his side of the car and
strapped on his safety belt before brandishing that smile of his once more to
answer, “When you decided to spend your night with me.” With that remark,
Ashton revved up the engine and we dashed through the streets filled with
My eyes scanned the various strings of bright
lights and neon signs on the buildings near us as the car slowed to a stop.
Ashton and I exited the car and re-joined hands as he led me towards the
entrance of a building that had a string of people waiting in line to enter. We
approached the bouncer - who could easily be mistaken for a ten-foot brick wall
- with an icy glare.
“Sam!” Ashton shouted with open arms. The
bouncer turned around and suddenly smiled widely, “Ashton!” The two shared a
brief hug and fell into small talk.
“How long has it been man?” The bouncer said.
“It’s definitely been too long, buddy, but I was
just in the neighborhood and wanted to show my friend here a good time,” Ashton
said gesturing to me.
I shook Sam’s outreached hand and smiled, “Hi,
“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Any friend of Ashton is
a friend of mine.”
“Do you think you can let us in? I want to
introduce her to Mitchy,” Ashton politely asked.
“Of course, but you know the drill man,” Sam
giving a side eye towards the line of hopeful club goers beginning to look
Ashton nodded understandably and leaned towards
me to whisper, “Just go with it.”
Before I could ask what ‘it’ was that Ashton was
referring to, Sam started shouting.
“Look dammit, I’m not gonna say it again: if you
want in you have to wait in line just like everybody else!”
“Fine! No need to get all testy,” Ashton shouted
back while we walked backwards with displeased expressions.
While the people waiting in line hooted their
agreements at Sam and went back to their own business, Sam winked at us and let
down the rope for us to enter while whispering, “You guys enjoy your night,”
with a thumbs-up.
I laughed at the switch in his demeanor and
followed Ashton into the building. My eyes glimmered and a smile grew on my
face as I looked over the chandeliers and walked down the slightly spiraled
staircase past a few bottle girls that could very well be models. The all white
decor on the top and bottom levels of the building were being splotched with
reflections of the blue pink and green lights from the tiled dance floor and
the DJ’s station. I was disrupted from my cotton candy dream when Ashton
continued to lead me to the bar where a tattooed man in sunglasses stood.
“Ash is that you?” He called out.
“You’re pretty popular around here, huh?” I
asked Ashton with a smirk.
“You could say that,” he chuckled and bro-hugged
the man at the bar.
“Is this the pretty girl you were texting me
about?” The tattooed pointed towards me, causing me to raise my eyebrows.
Ashton turned beet red and the man stepped up to
me, “My name’s Mitchy, one of Ashton’s good friends. Unless I’ve got the wrong
glasses on, you must be the birthday girl.”
“That’s right,” I said adjusting my sash so the
letters were in the right place. “And this one over here is my event guide for
the night,” I said nodding towards Ashton.
“Well he brought you to the right place,” he
said leading me to a bar stool and going behind the counter. “First two rounds
are on me!”
“Mitch, you don’t have to do that man,” Ashton
said waving his hands.
“Nonsense! First round is for her birthday, and
the second is for yours,” Mitchy continuing to conjure up a suitable beverage
to start the night.
My head quickly whipped around to Ashton with my
mouth agape, “When is your birthday?!”
“It might also be tonight,” he said nonchalantly
with his fingers interlaced in the countertop.
“Seriously?” I questioned.
“It’s not that big of a deal,” he shrugged.
I took the plastic tiara off of my head and
placed it on his and said, “Guess who’s the birthday princess now?” making
Ashton laugh with an accompanying clap.
Mitchy slid two shot glasses towards us layered
with various spirits. Ashton reached for one, but Mitchy lightly swatted his
hand away and held up a finger as if to say ‘wait for it’ while pulling a
lighter out of his pocket. My eyebrows were furrowed until Mitchy sparked a
flame and lit the upper layer of our shots aflame.
“Holy shit. What is that?” I said staring at the
“It’s informally titled flaming liquid cocaine,
but tonight it’s your birthday candle,” Mitchy stated proudly.
“In that case,” Ashton began, “make a wish,
Mitchy counted us off on three and we blew out
the flame, quickly picking up the glass to down the liquid. I shook my head as
warmth crept through my belly and up my spine. “Oh my god that tasted like
“Lucky for you, not-so Saint Nick has another
one of those coming up,” Mitchy said re-sparking his lighter, making Ashton and
I whoop in response.
“What do you mean you can’t dance?” Ashton was
baffled bringing me onto the dance floor.
“I said what I said! Unless there’s instructions
in the song, I can’t dance for shit!” I told him.
Ashton laced our fingers and brought us closer
together, slowly beginning to sway us into the tempo of the upbeat song
currently playing, “I don’t believe that for a second.”
“Alright, but don’t say anything when I step in
your toes,” I retaliated making his glazed eyes squint while he giggled.
As many times as I stumbled, Ashton kept me on
my feet and in a great mood. He wasn’t exactly the world’s best dancer either,
so most of our dancing was simply us goofing off with each other and singing
the lyrics we knew. Eventually the liquor filtered through his system and he
got a lot smoother in his movements.
It was when Ashton began body rolling that
a small circle formed in the dance floor around us with other club goers
chanting and cheering his freestyle session on. I giggled when he looked around
and realized what was happening before setting his eyes on me. He did a
dramatic pause and cracked an imaginary whip, making said cracking sound with
his mouth. He then whipped the imaginary rope around me, tightening the knot
with both hands and started his gradual pull. When the crowd saw I wasn’t
shifting with his faux lasso, a few girls behind me gently pushed me towards
him. The crowd got louder as we got closer and the drop in the song was
approaching. Ashton “released” his lasso and spun me twice into his arms before
creating a picture-perfect moment and dipping me at the bass drop of the song,
causing the crowd to cheer and applaud.
We fell into a fit of laughter while the crowd
went back to their own dancing. He pulled me upright slowly so I wouldn’t get
too dizzy. As our giggles faded, our smiles remained as we recognized how close
we were in proximity. The DJ switched the song to a slower, more promiscuous
one. Ashton brushed the remaining strands of hair out of my face and my breath
hitched when he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. I took his hands in mine
and slid them down to my hips, both of us swaying and grinding softly to the
music. I turned around so his front was pressed against my backside like a
second skin. He kept his hands lightly roaming on my sides and thighs, rolling
his hips against me while I pushed my ass on him as rhythmically as I could. My
head lulled to rest on his shoulder, allowing me to feel how quickly his pulse
had gotten from our actions. We continued like that, occasionally altering the
pace, until the song ended. We faced each other with flushed cheeks, still
close in each other’s arms.
“Do you want to get out of here?” He exhaled.
“Oh my god,” I moaned while throwing my head
“Fuck, I know,” Ashton groaned equally
The McDonald’s cashier behind the counter
judgmentally stared at both of us individually going through our second Big Macs.
“It’s even better than the first one!” He
shouted with a mouthful.
I gasped and set my burger down to take the bun
off and add French fries into it. When I replaced the bun and took a bite, I
nearly melted in my seat. “This is the best night ever,” I said taking a sip of
my chocolate milkshake.
“I told you!” Ashton victoriously yelled dipping
fries into his shake.
And laughed at his boasting and waved away the
few other drunks in the restaurant to high five him.
“I’m now your favorite barkeep and newly
officiated birthday buddy,” he smiled. “And why do you keep laughing,” he said
“Because you have really deep dimples so your
smile is super cute okay! I mean look at you,” I whisper shouted touching his
face. “It’s like you’re sculpted to be perfect,” I commented lowly making him
“It takes perfection to know it,” he attempted
to compliment me back, but the moment was stolen by me laughing at the fact
that he was trying to bring his straw to his mouth with his tongue and failing
“Dammit, I’m trying to say you’re beautiful and
I’m fucking it up,” he laughed and covered his face.
I removed his hands from his face and kissed his
cheek, making his laughter falter.
“Thank you for tonight,” I smiled.
He smiled back and wrapped me into a side hug,
“Right back at ya, birthday princess.”
“I’m in a relationship, with a boy-man” “Do I get a badge? a flame thrower?” “Sorry I called you a bitch…in my head” “I’m totally amazeballs” “Eat shit shit-eaters” “You are a lesbian not a unicorn, right?” “Well frankly Lucado, the situation is balls” “You know sheriff Haught, you always smell like vanilla dipped donuts, they are my favorite” “Wynonna is going all Wynonna again” “Also I think I’m gay, call you later?” “Do chicks?” ”She is definitely a little naked” ”Awe you did math” ”Don’t “cutie” me…hi sweety pie” ”Why don’t you slip into something more comfy ha? Like a coma” ”What I wanna do the most in this world it’s you” ”Did I just marry a skull?” ”I’m British not elderly” ”Someone’s been doing yoga” ”Get away from her you bitch” ”I betrayed her because I love you”
How I wish I could tell you that I lose my mind whenever you are around, caused by a simple smile or a laugh that sends shivers down my spine. I wish you knew that I can barely breath whenever your head is resting against my shoulder or your hands are laying on my thighs, that you make me feel hot flames in my stomach and a cold sea in my head, an infinity in my heart and a bitter sweet ending on my mind.
You should know that I wouldn’t change a thing about you, that you are what I have been looking for and that no one is trying to make fun of you when they say that you did something well.
I wish you knew about the feeling in my chest, those thoughts of us, you and me, in a future as unlikely as the end of our world.
[A little note: This started off as a little idea I had but then went on from there. I’ve never done a TCATF piece before mostly because I think it’s difficult capturing their voices. But I couldn’t resist the idea of little Dom and little Kenna meeting for the first time through these circumstances.]
[Summary: Kenna sneaks out of the castle under the guise of a commoner in order to see the village for herself. It is here she meets Dom for the first time, and bonds over a sudden race across the village that ends in a promise of much more for the future.]
Little feet pad across muddy grass, and picks up momentum once they’ve reached another bend. Her feet are lighter, and makes less noise. They are firmer from weeks of running from Gabriel and exploration. His are faster. They are used to scampering away from angry villagers and city guards. They quickly place him in the lead.
They both lack concern in their chase, toppling over stray baskets and bumping noisily into any soul unlucky enough to cross paths. Their laughter blends into a joyous crescendo and turns the bustle of the crowded commonfolk into background noise.
She gives a yelp when they dart around two men donned in Stormholt armor with a bundle of spinewood resting heavily inside their arms.
The boy is quick and doesn’t apologize at his own expense, rather he tosses back a mischievous grin. The girl half-shouts an apology, as the two men expel a string of curses before clutching their pile of wood indignantly towards their chest.
When she glances back abstractly, she can barely make-out the intimidating castle from this distance. The castle she has always known to be home. Lately she’s been bolder in her adventures, and the more distance she puts between her and those walls - running across barely paved roads with a boy she has never met, the more she feels free.
This is the furthest she’s ever been without Gabriel rising into a quick scurry to find her. It never takes him long to catch her and hastily reprimand her for the curiosity share bears for the world outside the castle. Her pouts and pleas of stopping his loyalty from confiding to her mother seems to work less, the older she gets. Lately, it ends with her rolling her eyes to the ceiling and his adamant insistence in the form of some haughty lecture.
She intends to keep her streak going for as long as possible this time, and throws her arms in the air when her eyes finally swing back around. She squeals in delight at the pace they flit through; dipping albeit necessary under tall legs, and whenever they find themselves surrounded by larger crowds.
Her eyes widen in surprise as they notice a large woman not far ahead, stepping onto the edge with a large ceramic pot blocking the rest of the route.
Her chest races in panic and she tries to maneuver out of the woman’s way in the last split seconds before stumbling. Her feet cannot stop fast enough and she utters a shout in warning until she slams into her.
The woman hurls a cry as Kenna falls back on her heels. Her behind immediately protests in pain and she winces at the force. Her eyes grow wider as the woman’s pot slips from her arms and shatter beside them.
At first, she cannot see past the protruding belly - not until the woman bends and grips her by the ear.
“Look at what you’ve done, you stupid girl!” The lady curses, pulling her up by the ear.
“I’m so sorry!” Kenna cries out. Pain explodes as the woman tightens her grip in outrage. She struggles with desperate hands to pry away from her.
“Sorry?! Sorry doesn’t cut how much I worked for it!” The woman’s eyes have gone dark with fury and Kenna half-stumbles through a second apology.
“I’m so sorry! I was just -“ The rest of her sentence falls short. A sudden flash of spark captivates her, compelling her eyes to stare directly into the woman’s nest of a hair. Nonplussed, she watches as the woman’s hair begins to kindle.
The tiny sparks have slowly become a path and stretches across the length of the elder woman’s hair. She doesn’t notice at first. Her attention is focused on the young girl and she merely continues to spew harsh words sharply.
Kenna is only dimly aware of this. The words have slowly faded over time and her eyes are affixed to the growing flames, rather than the woman’s insistence with another one of those haughty lectures.
It isn’t until she smells the distinct smell of burnt hair, does the woman finally give a surprised cry and drops the little girl completely.
Kenna steps back and watches her sputter angrily, spouting indignant curses about how much she hates children. She pats down her hair in frantic gestures and whirls around in panic. Over the span of minutes villagers pass by, curiously watching the woman’s failing arms and yet giving her a wide berth when she calls for help.
A warm hand reaches out and Kenna’s attention has shifted from the screaming woman in front of her to the boy she had been chasing moments ago. She’s startled by his touch but doesn’t pull away when he beckons to her.
His crystal eyes has a mischievous gleam. “C’mon - we better go before she turns that anger on us.”
“Us?” She repeats, but doesn’t stop the boy from holding her hand. Nor does she stop him, when he begins to pull her away from the crowd that is beginning to form at the sight in front of them. “Where’re we going?”
A smile upturns his face. “It’s a secret.”
The woman has finally whirled back long enough to glare at them. To glare at her.
“Me?” All eyes has turned to her.
“Yes you. You-you’re responsible for all this!” The woman cries out fiercely, pointing a finger furiously into the air at her.
“So much for getting out of here before she notices us.” Kenna whispers to the boy, and her stomach shrivels at the sight of the older woman scrambling towards them. “What do we do now?!”
“Run!” The boy yells, gripping her hand tighter before making a mad dash in the other direction.
Kenna doesn’t hesitate to follow.
Their entwined hands makes them easier to spot at first. Jostling among crowds, their small physique allows them to slip between them weaves of people without much scrutiny.
Eventually the woman’s blubber is lost within the array of bystanders. She bellows at anyone that doesn’t move fast enough for her to pass and shoves past the spectators who stare. She doesn’t realize she has lost sight of the two of them until the crowds begin have begun to dispersing, and the two children have claimed victory by another side route.
After yelling with cries of triumphs, their hands have fell to their sides. Neither of them speak as they bend over to try and catch their breaths
Kenna finally breaks the silence first, “Thanks.”
She dusts her trousers nimbly and beams a smile at her new friend.
He chuckles and slips his hands into his wrinkled pockets. “Try not to get caught next time.”
“I didn’t get caught!” Her smile twists into a frown. “You left me!”
“Only because you’re so slow.” He tsked at her, “If you wanna play with me, you’ve got to be faster.”
She puffs out her cheeks. “Well maybe I don’t wanna, if you’re gonna be such a jerk about it!”
The boy doesn’t respond. His smile falls fast before he shrugs.
Silence rests between them again and the young girl has the sudden impression that she’s said something wrong. “Sorry.” She blurts out without thinking. She’s convinced she’s hurt his feelings somehow, except he shrugs again instead of responding.
They stand still as hush quietness continues to settle between them. She doesn’t know what to say to bring back that smile on his face.
Instead, she takes this time to inspect him. From his unkempt hair and worn-out clothes, to his bright blue eyes. He isn’t like any of the children she’s seen at court.
Most of them never liked playing her favorite games, and yet he didn’t hesitate to. The more she looks at him, the more she realizes he isn’t quite like the rest of the villagers she’s met before either. Though she hasn’t met many, there’s something about him - something different that calls to her. She hasn’t the faintest idea what it is but she’s still happy to have met him.
She thinks he’s the first friend she’s ever wanted to make. “We’ve been playing for so long that I didn’t get your name.” She reaches out a hand daintily as she has often practiced in court, expecting him to kiss it and bow. “I’m Kenna Rys.”
He doesn’t. Instead, he grabs her hand and shakes it roughly.
The boy’s grip is firm and warm. Her cheeks grow red when his eyes meet hers. “I’m Dominic Hunter, but most people call me Dom.” He drops her hand once they realize they aren’t alone anymore.
Gabriel has finally caught up to them.
She hadn’t heard him coming but she can tell by his flushed cheeks and the flash of anger in his eyes that he isn’t happy to see her. His face twists in worry when he notices the dirty splotches on her trousers. “My lady - how many times must I tell you not to stray too far from castle grounds?” He demands thinly.
She lets out an insufferable sigh. “Yes, Gabriel.”
Gabriel’s attention has shifted to the boy, who has all but looked as if he’s ready to bolt at the sight of him. “And who’s this ruffian you’ve been parading with, hmm?”
Dom doesn’t answer. His expression is blank and he stares at the floor instead.
“He’s not a ruffian Gabriel.” Kenna’s voice has become shrewd and crisp. “He’s my friend and we treat friends with respect.” She grabs his hand and Dom’s head whips up in surprise.
Gabriel looks from the unmistakably street lad to the princess’ defiant eyes and utters a long sigh. “And what would you have me do my lady? Your mother has been worried sick for you since you left the castle this morrow.”
“Your mother’s the queen?” Dom’s mouth has been left agape and Kenna flushes at the sudden interest in his yes.
“I’m sure mother barely noticed I was gone.”
“Does that mean you’re the princess?” He looks at her differently, as if for the first time.
Her shoulder stiffens and suddenly she wishes Gabriel had never interrupted their little game.
“You know your mother’s just busy at court. Come on now, leave your little friend here. You’ve missed your lessons, and we’ve got to be back before they send a search party for you.” Gabriel interrupts, shaking his head.
“You’re not mad anymore?” Her voice has lowered into an almost quiver.
His gaze softened. “Frankly, I was worried more worried than mad.”
She smiles up at him, but then her face falls at the thought of leaving her new friend. Before they turn to leave, she beckons to him. “I think Dom should eat dinner with us tonight.”
Gabriel gives another deep sigh at the plea inside her voice and the pout she’s been giving him since birth. “I hardly think tonight of all nights you should be inviting a guest to dinner.” He begins thinly and watches the fall of her chin at his crisp words. Sometimes he forgets she’s as much of a child as she is royalty. “But, I think tonight we’ll make an exception.” Her mother will have his hide, but he thinks its worth it to see her smile.
Kenna lets out a happy cry and hugs Gabriel before hanging back to talk enigmatically with Dom.
“Now we’ll have to find something for him to wear.” Gabriel grumbles under his breath.
He keeps an eye out, while the rest of him relaxes as soon as they began walking further into town. He can’t help the smile that rises to his cheeks, as he watches the two of them laugh and shove each other on their way back to the castle. Whoever this little boy is, he’s already done the impossible; carving a piece of himself inside Kenna’s heart without so much as trying.
pairing: snowbaz words: 2400 summary: baz and penelope try to surprise simon at christmas and on his birthday, but simon is the one who ends up surprising them. a story about the slow process of recovery and some thoughts on the nature of hope. (inspired by this song from adventure time.) genre: mostly fluff, a touch of hurt/comfort and a little angst that (spoiler) turns out ok notes: this is the first fic i’ve posted on this blog and it’s pretty important to me, seeing as i am firmly in the Simon Snow Salisbury Deserved Better camp when it comes to the ending of carry on, so here is my revisionist self adding post-canon simon angst (plus resolution to said angst) and snowbaz fluffiness.