• You are dating Steve for about six months now and you are part of the staff working for the Avengers in the new compound. • You keep this relationship a secret because the super soldier is technically your boss and you both want to stay very professional, avoiding some delicate situations. • You both try to keep a straight face when you see each other at work. • Him actually swearing like a sailor. Basically, he’s always been the one who swears too much in the team and you like teasing him about it. • Steve calling you ‘Agent’ and you, calling him 'Captain’. Sometimes, your tone may sound very suggestive to his ears, so you cough and walk away. • At this moment, your boyfriend excuses himself and joins you casually… • Quickies ensue everywhere: restroom, office, gym… and Quinjet. Everywhere. • Passionate sex. • Quiet sex. You’re still trying to not moan, though. • You both stop yourselves from kissing when you are in the same room as your coworkers. • Sweet pecks when nobody is around like he can’t help it. • Slapping or groping his butt when you walk past him. - “Nice ass, Captain.” • Steve trying to keep his composure when he sees you biting your lip as you work. • You always spend too much time in the training room because your boyfriend working out is a real beautiful sight offered by the heavens. He isn’t a walking pair of muscles, though. • Spending secret moments on the roofs when you are sure you would have peace: - “This is beautiful.” - “The sky isn’t as beautiful as you are.” - “Aww, Steve.” - “Stop laughing!” • Making out! • Begging Steve to bring the stealth suit at home. • Feeling like you are hiding your boyfriend from your over protective parents and that makes you giggle all the time, which he thinks is the most adorable sound in the world. • You, playing footsie and you know exactly when you have to. • Him surpassing the urge of punching Tony when he sees him flirting with you. Let’s be honest, that’s in Tony’s nature, so it’s harmless. Nothing serious. • Staying away from each other during the billionaire’s fancy parties, yet when everyone is very drunk enough, you stay glued to Steve and just act like a normal couple: laughing, kissing and holding hands. • The first time he said: I love you was simply whispered softly in your ear, just as he was passing by the same hallway. • At this moment, you dropped every paper you had in hands and rushed to join him casually… • Lots of makeup to cover up the hickeys and other love bites. • Putting on your best unemotional face when you see him coming back from a mission exhausted or injured. - “I’m fine, Y/N. Get back to work; I’ll be there when you come home.” - “Are you sure?” - “Yes. Now, go before I have to suspend you for flirting with a superior.” - “Oh, yeah?” • Sharing an apartment outside the compound, but you obviously keep your previous address in your records. • The team actually knows about your secret since the beginning, but they decide to act like they don’t know because you two are pathetically funny to watch.
I'll protect you with everything I've got - Langst mini fic
Summary: Lance isn’t known for giving up easily so when he looks at his team and thinks he’s the most useless one, it’s no big surprise that he will do everything in his power to change that.
Even if it means he has to sacrifice himself for the greater good.
There are nights when Pidge’s headphones aren’t available for Lance. Sometimes it’s because they are uncharged, other times it’s because someone else is using them. Those are the nights when Lance has to make up for the lack of sound with something, so he usually ends up staring at the ceiling and thinking about his current situation.
Thing is, thinking is good, but thinking too much is dangerous.
It’s in one of those nights that Lance reaches the conclusion that he’s the most useless one in the team and nothing is able to take that idea out of his mind for days after. He sees Shiro talking with Allura about plans and strategies, Pidge and Hunk figuring out more and more about the mysterious alien technology, Keith training and becoming even better than he already is. And then there’s him, doing some unfunny jokes and failing at flirting.
So that’s what makes Lance move from spending those nights staring at ceiling to spending them training with the castle robots. It’s hard at first, to trade his sleeping time for hours in various simulations, but he tells himself his improvement will be worth the effort. His improvement will pay for all the sleepless nights and for the pain of the injuries he collects.
He doesn’t talk to his team about it and convinces himself is because he wants to make a surprise for them and not because he doesn’t want to admit his uselessness. Maybe they were just waiting for him to realize so they could talk about replacing him with someone more qualified. Although space isn’t always the best thing, Lance doesn’t want to be replaced. He doesn’t want to go back and tell his family that he failed at something he was supposedly born to do. It’s better if the team doesn’t know.
But the universe doesn’t like Lance that much and after two weeks,Keith is the first one to find him
It surprises Lance enough to make him let his right side open and of course the robot uses it to its advantage. Lance hits the ground three seconds later, a yelp escaping his lips.
“End training sequence.” He says and can’t help on how defeated his voice sounds. He looks up to see Keith staring at him, a confused look on his face. “Hm, hi Keith”
“You are…training?” Keith asks and Lance flinches at his voice tone. Keith speaks like he doesn’t believe in what he’s seeing.
Like he doesn’t believe Lance is doing something useful.
“Well…yeah"Lance says as his answer. He’s still on the ground, looking at Keith at an awkward angle. Stopping made the ache on his muscles finally surface and Lance wants to use every second he has on the floor to rest a little. “I couldn’t sleep”
“So you came here?” And there’s that voice tone again. Lance doesn’t quite know if hearing Keith talk like that makes him sad or angry.
“Yes.” Lance makes a movement to sit so he can look at Keith properly. His bayard has already deactivated, so he only puts it on his lap as he crosses his legs. “Is there a problem?”
They stare at each other for some seconds and Lance feels his shoulders getting tense. Keith occupies the position of most unpredictable person Lance has ever met and he never fails to honor that title. That said, Lance shouldn’t be so surprised when Keith manages to surprise him again.
After those few seconds of staring, a smile appears on Keith’s face.
“Nah” Keith answers and the smile is still there. “It’s good to know I’m not the only one training a little bit more”
As soon as those words leave Keith’s mouth Lance feels a warm feeling going through his body and he knows it isn’t only because of the exercise he was doing a few moments earlier. Not that Lance is ever gong to admit that hearing those words from Keith made him feel good about himself. That secret was going with him to his grave.
“But don’t train too much” Keith continues and the smirk has left his face to make room for a more serious expression that looks a lot like the ones Shiro pulls when he’s explaining plans. Lance wonders if Keith heard those same words from Shiro some time. “You need your rest too”
“Afraid I’ll be sweeping the floor with your face in the near future?” Lance says but there’s no heat behind his words.
And Keith (Keith!!) chuckles.
“Terrified” The red paladin answers and the smile is back.“But for now” Keith walks to where Lance is sit and extends his hand. It’s a gesture Keith has never used with him and it’s kind of weird but Lance accepts the help anyway. “Let’s see what you are capable of”
Lance smiles at the invitation.
(They end up beating the levels 4 and 5 of the training program and this time Lance isn’t half dead when he tells Keith they make a good team)
For the next two weeks or so, everything is fine. The results of Lance’s extra training start showing and he gets a compliment from Shiro on his good work (Lance was ready to die from happiness) It’s a good feeling, to know he’s a good soldier.
Thing is, training with Keith is good, training against Keith is like asking to have his ass kicked. No matter how hard he tries to get better, Keith still wins. Every single time. And that’s not all. He sees Hunk’s aim getting better, the way he now manages to control his heavy gun like he was born to do it. (Maybe he was. Maybe all of them were born to be paladins. Not Lance, though. He wasn’t born for something that big.) He sees how Pidge can now come up with a plan in a matter of seconds, sees how Shiro uses a confident and firm voice tone to guide them through battle. Lance is good, of course he is. But not good enough. Never good enough.
All the useful things he has to offer can be covered. If he was gone, the team wouldn’t lose much. Long range fighter? They have Hunk to make up for it. Strategist? Pidge. The mood is bad and the team needs to cheer up? Both Shiro and Hunk can help. And then there’s Keith, who is better than Lance in every way possible so there is no need to elaborate things too much. The only things the team would lose for real if he wasn’t there would be his pathetic puns and pick up lines.
It’s only later that he realizes that actually no, those two aren’t the only unique things he has.
Thing is, Lance is tall, thin and has long arms and legs. He’s fast and he’s agile. His reaction time is on point. Sometimes, his body moves faster than his mind.
Lance is the perfect human shield.
The idea hits him like a slap to the face. Is that why Blue chose him? The more he thinks about it, the more sense it makes. He’s there to protect his team. To protect his family.
And that’s what he’s going to do, at all costs.
Historically speaking, Lafayette’s probably a lot older than the boys from Les Mis. But for the sake of everyone meeting as kids, here you go. =w=
ALSO, LONG OVERDUE CROSSOVER IS LONG OVERDUE. I WANTED TO DRAW THE REST OF THE BARRICADE BOYS BUT THAT WOULD BE A LITTLE TOO MUCH FOR A BUS/TRAIN RIDE TO SCHOOL.
A wisp of scented smoke hung in the air, drawing her down the winding path to where the red priests had fired the great iron braziers outside the house of the Lord of Light. Soon she could even feel the heat in the air, as red R'hllor’s worshipers lifted their voices in prayer. “For the night is dark and full of terrors,” they prayed.
Not for me. Her nights were bathed in moonlight and filled with the songs of her pack, with the taste of red meat torn off the bone, with the warm familiar smells of her grey cousins. Only during the days was she alone and blind.
Ok, I know this is stupid but I can’t stop thinking about Harry and Draco in Auror training together, especially them competing at the gym. I literally think they would behave like the biggest ‘bros’ with each other.
I mean I can totally see Harry being all in Draco’s face like ‘’Look how swoll I am. Damn so swoll.’’
And Draco being like *squints* ‘’Can’t really see any muscle through the fat. At least I’m a lean bean.’’
And Harry totally unoffended going ‘’Yeah, but thick is the new black. Mmm, I’m so thiiiiiickkk.’’
And Draco just going for the kill like ‘’Finally catching up, huh? Been trying to get that across since Hogwarts.’’
Hi, indigopheonix here! For the Captain America IRC: Team Cap/Team Leverage team-up. (Sorry for the anon, I'm having issues logging in for some reason :/ If you need more info, feel free to send me an ask)
No worries! I love this prompt idea! :D
“So how do we get your wings back from the government?” Steve asked Sam, sitting back in his chair. He glanced at Natasha, who shrugged.
“I can think of a few ways, but we’d need a bigger crew,” she said.
“The Avengers?” Steve suggested. Natasha shook her head.
“Clint can be more help to us if they think he’s Hydra,” she said. “Tony’s too high profile, god knows where Thor is. And this isn’t Bruce’s jam.”
“I think I know someone,” Sam said. “Old friend from my Para days. He runs with some people now, could be able to help.”
In the middle of a board meeting, the man who was about to buy out Megashoes Inc. looked at his cell, held up a hand, and said, “I gotta take this.”
He stepped out into the hallway and answered the phone. “How the hell did you get this number?”
“Hey Eliot,” said the voice of Sam Wilson. “I need a hand.”
They met on the tarmac of a private airstrip that Leverage had somehow commandeered, and Steve watched with interest as they disembarked. First off was a messy-haired guy in a rumpled suit; then a guy who was so clearly military he must be Sam’s contact, followed by a gorgeous woman in sunglasses and a tall dark-skinned man with a laptop under one arm.
Then a tiny blond woman emerged, and there was a shriek of pure joy.
“Natasha?” the woman yelled, and Natasha said, “Parker?” in a mixture of pleasure and alarm, and before anyone could intervene, Parker had blown across the tarmac and leapt into Natasha’s arms.
“This is Natasha!” she said to the rest of her crew, as Natasha put her down. “She’s the best.”
“I think we can work with these people,” Steve said to Sam.
The strategy meeting could have gone smoother; Natasha was supposed to be the mastermind, but Nate Ford didn’t give up authority with grace, and he had to have his foot stomped on a few times by Sophie before he remembered not to interrupt.
“So, Sophie, you’ll need to go dress shopping,” Natasha said. “Alec, please build me your best RFID-cracking sports bra.”
“On it,” Hardison said. “I got the helium tanks too.”
“Parker, check your ropes, learn that new knot. Sam and Steve, Eliot will get you some uniforms, then all three of you need to get the dog. Don’t get a German Shepherd, get a pittie or a big Lab, something they’re not expecting. Mr. Ford, I know it will be a terrible sacrifice to run the show from the van, but someone has to,” she said with a grin. Nate nodded, acknowledging the sarcasm.
“Say it,” Paker told him.
“No, it’s Natasha’s job to say it,” Nate said.
“She’s not gonna say it,” Eliot said.
“I’m really not,” Natasha told Nate.
“So I can say it?” Nate asked.
“Oh my god,” Sophie said.
Nate clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “Let’s go steal a superhero.”
“Where are the wings?” the general roared, and his subordinates, who were nominally in command of Ft. Meade, looked at each other.
“There was a woman,” one of them ventured. “I think she was drunk. And – and one of our staff came down with a really, a terrible virus….”
“The pit bull got loose,” the other one said.
“And by the time we’d finished the evacuation, someone had accessed the storage booth where the wings were – “
“They must be dead, though,” the other one said. “It takes too much training, you can’t just strap them on and fly out. Sir, I really thing the more important thing is that someone filled an entire room with soap foam, like, a whole room – “
“And the pit bull might still be around,” the first one finished.
The general leaned on his desk, knuckles cracking. “I want you to take your thumbs out of your asses and find – “
“Sir,” an aide called. “I think you should see this.”
He pointed at the television, where blurred footage of a giant air battle was showing. A little line of text in the corner said LIVE FOOTAGE.
The camera zoomed, briefly, as a man piloting Ft. Meade’s stolen wings zipped through the air. The general’s jaw dropped.
“Sam motherfucking Wilson,” he said. “I might have known. Everyone’s dismissed – get me Washington on the phone!”
Sneak peek at a Promptis hurt/comfort that maybe could be a thing?
“Noct-!” Prompto shouted, pointing up
at a goblin on the ceiling. The others turned to look. The goblin held an orb
in its hand, glowing golden in its hands with the contained thundara within. Noctis quickly slapped
a hand over his pocket where the spell should have been, only to find it gone.
“Move!” Prompto shouted again, pushing Noctis forwards as Gladio grabbed Ignis
and pulled him back, just in time as the spell exploded in the goblin’s hand,
sending down a shower of lightning bolts and rocks.
kept moving Noctis forward with a hand on his back, but Noctis was quickly
alarmed when he heard the gunner yell, and the hand disappeared from his back.
He had no time to even look back, a rock hitting the side of his head and
painting his world black.