Steve's puppy is in love with his shield. She insists on sleeping in it, eating out of it, and is not impressed when Steve tries to swap in a replica to fool her.
Tabitha was tiny and black
and white with a little black spot around one eye and Sam took one look at her
and joked that she had the same worried crease between her eyes that Steve did.
He’d adopted her from down
South, a pit mix of some kind that was attentive and sweet. And curious.
Snuffling around his gear and when she tipped his shield over on
accident she went scurrying away, only to creep back when it didn’t chase her
and nose at it until she realized it was perfect for a rocking-bed.
Steve took approximately
300 pictures and decided there was no harm in letting her doze in his shield
while he set up her bed and bowls and toys and made sure he’d puppy-proofed
Only that wasn’t the end
of it. A week later, and she was still
nudging it with her nose until it tipped over and snuggled in for the night
every night. He’d given her a meat bone
earlier in the day and she’d trotted off with it, tail high, to curl up in his
shield and chew on it.
It was on his next mission
he decided things had to change. The fur
could be easily brushed away and the bone bits washed off, but the leather
straps had little teeth marks in them that would soon be big teeth marks and Steve realized he might have encouraged a bad
habit without meaning to because it happened to be cute.
So he bought her one of
the plastic replicas he found on Amazon and set it on the floor for her. She was interested at first but had barely
gotten a paw in it before she pulled back and left it for his actual
shield. He put treats in it and tried redirection
and she kept stubbornly (like you,
Sam smirked as he filmed some of Steve’s unsuccessful retraining) refusing to
use the plastic shield.
He went on Etsy and bought
a cosplay replica that was an impressive facsimile. So good, Tabitha laid down in it.
For five minutes.
It was Clint who finally
fixed everything, sending T’Challa a series of photos and a note that simply
read “a little help?”.
A week after that, a
package arrived from Wakanda. Inside, a
perfect replica of Steve’s shield in pink, white, and blue with “Tabitha America” painted on it
and half-dozen leather straps for her to chew.
a concept: Alec finding out how much he really loves leaving little kisses along Magnus's neck and shoulders and chest, everywhere really, just soft damp kisses over and over again that can either lead to more than that, his mouth trailing down over Magnus's abs to his navel and lower. But kisses that can also be fast sweet pecks over his neck that make Magnus giggle and ruffle his hair but still tilt his head so Alec can keep kissing him while smiling, like there's nothing he'd rather do. -K.
with all of the lamps off and the room filled with flickering candle light, mingling with moonlight from the window, they were sitting there in bed and it was all he could think about. it was all he could even consider when magnus is looking at him like that, those brown eyes so molten, catching flickering light.
with their shirts off and their hands wandering, alec started at his jaw, warm breath catching on his skin before he parted his lips against that sharpness. but he didn’t stop there, trailing dampness down the column of his neck, feeling the thud of his heart underneath his lips. as he got lower magnus made a low noise in his chest, as pursed lips gave way to teeth.
before long magnus was leaning back against the pillows, pulling alec on top of him and alec settled into it easily, straddling him and watching the way his skin caught all that warm light in the dips and curves of his muscles. it left alec breathless, but what got him worse was magnus’s hands pressing into his hips, strong fingers sinking into his ass, thumbs pressed against his hip bones. that touch gave way to what he really wanted, which was pressing those kisses everywhere he could get them.
he kissed across his pecs, and then down, spilling over his sternum, soft damp warmth parted and dragging over all of magnus’s warm skin. and with every kiss alec could feel him, feel his fingers tense, hear all of the breathy noises he was making. when alec’s teeth or his tongue got involved it would heady hums of approval or quiet huffed laughter. but when it was just his lips, soft and barely parted, magnus breathed out soft sighs, his muscles going tight and relaxing under the press of his mouth.
there was nothing quite like having all of the power of magnus’s body underneath him. it was the softest and most tender thing to press his mouth all over magnus’s skin and feel his fingertips sparking, watch him unfold and start to melt. after he’d kissed every inch of magnus’s torso, he moved back up to cup his face, dragging a thumb under his chin, through his goatee. he stared at magnus, soaking up that look in his eyes that was even more volcanic.
then alec kissed him on the mouth, and swallowed all of his hungry energy.