You were happy to follow him, wherever his hockey career
took him. Hershey, DC, Ontario, Rockford, and now Arizona. It had been a busy
few years for the both you. Friends had been left, new teammates had been met,
new homes settled into; only to be uprooted again and again and again. The only
constant in your life was your boyfriend, Michael. Your situation wasn’t easy,
but Michael was following his dream and supporting yours at the same time.
You looked out your hotel window, gazing at the clear, blue
ocean. You turned when you heard Michael hustling around the room, rummaging
around in his suitcase before grabbing a few sheets of paper, quickly folding
them and shoving them into the pocket of his shorts.
“Hey, uh, I gotta go fax some stuff to my agent. I’ll be
back in an hour or so.” he mumbled, barely glancing at you where you laid on
“An hour or so? Michael, you signed your contract a month
ago. What else could you possibly have to do?” you sighed, watching him slip on
his flip-flops. “It doesn’t take an hour to send a fax.”
“Uh, it’s just insurance stuff.” he replied hastily, grabbing
his keycard off the dresser and heading to the door. “I’ll be back soon.” he
said over his shoulder, the door falling shut behind him.
When Michael had suggested going on vacation before the next
season started, you were more than ready for the two of you to finally have
some time together; time away from the stresses of packing up and moving and
saying your goodbyes. But now, lying in your hotel room, alone, you were
regretting agreeing to come on this trip.
Michael had surprised you, only telling you that he was taking
you to Hawaii once you were packed and at the airport. Hawaii was a place you
had both always wanted to go, but since arriving on Maui, he’d been acting strange.
Disappearing, not talking, barely touching you. It had been a miserable 2 days,
and you still had 5 more days of your vacation left. You had no idea what had
gotten into him recently, but you were worried. It wasn’t like Michael to act
like this. You had known him for years and you’d been through your fair share
of ups and downs, but this was something entirely different.
Summary: In a bid for the power born of true love, King Arthur binds Emma to the broken blade Excalibur. Unbeknownst to him, Killian Jones is bound to the other half, having given himself over to the darkness in order to exact his revenge on Rumpelstiltskin. He frees Emma from King Arthur’s control, sparking the beginnings of war between Camelot and Misthaven, and a quest to rid her of the darkness. (No Curse AU)
tried not to look at him, and she tried to shut him out.
imagined the darkness might taunt her, tempt her to leave him behind. But
it only thrashed against whatever magic coated the dagger in Killian’s back,
the sensation scraping against her bones. The voices keened loudly in her
ear, a mournful sound that nearly brought her to her knees. She knew, if
she fell, neither of them would get back up.
Scenario for angry birb Teba receiving his first kiss on the check from his crush and they are both just an excited blushing mess ? >w<
Angry Teba pacified by his crush
When people use the expression ‘rolled out from the wrong side of the bed’ definitely held true for Teba. He woke in the morning and just knew the day was going to be crap, and whether it was just the law of attraction providing this dread filled day, or it was just life happening; Teba was not in a good mood. His neighbors watched him silently as he made his way through the village, and their whispers were not lost among him. It only caused his irritation to sky rocket and mumble under his breath about ‘gossipers’.
Even the day was perfect, the winds blowing just right and the warmth of the sun would make anyone in a good mood, but Teba disdained it all. He knew he was blowing everything out of proportion, but even if he told himself to calm down, he could not. Every flutter of his clothing, the creaks of the aged wooden pathways grated against his nerves and left a sour taste on the back of his tongue.
His fellow warriors cowered in fear as Teba stalked by, the feathers on his neck ruffled and his eyes sharp as a blade. He had few patience with them all especially how their performance was being executed, and so when training commence the warriors were dragging themselves home afterwards while Teba stayed behind. He was overlooking the sunset with a cool breeze caressing his feathers.
He knew he should feel content as the sunset usually pacifies him, but it was one of those days where everything nerve was heightened. As the sunset was peaking over the horizon he gave it a glare feeling resentment for it not providing him with peace.
“You could pierce the sun in half with how sharp your glare is.”
Teba perked up hearing a familiar voice and internally groaned. Of all the days for you to come join him was on the day where he was the most pissy, but he didn’t want to shun you in fear of pushing you away from him. He sat up straight and looked over his shoulder with the best attempt of a calm facade.
You weren’t a fool, though.
You quirked a smile and took the spot next to him on the grassy hill. You inhaled the fresh air before flushing your back against the ground. The medium length grass felt wonderful against your form, providing just the right amount of cushion where it was not too uncomfortable to relax on. Teba gave you a side glance before returning to his staring contest with the sun.
“You should probably go.” He curtly said, feeling a strange combination of heavy and light whenever he was around you. Although he felt his stomach weighed him down as the words left his beak, he instantly regretted it as that wasn’t what he wanted to say. He softly clicked his tongue becoming more frustrated at himself then your presence.
“Am I bothering you?” Your voice soft as you turned your eyes to stare at the back of his head.
You could see him bristle and he took a good moment before he could respond.
“Yes- I mean- no. That’s… I-” He sighed heavily, letting his head hang and placing on wing over his head. “Just a bad day.” He simply replied in hopes that would be enough to suffice the tension he felt. Teba was mentally kicking himself for speaking without thinking and he felt like flying home and going to bed early to start anew.
“That’s what I heard.” You chimed before sitting up and letting your elbows rest on your bent knees.
“You what?” He slowly questioned, turning his head ever so slightly.
You blew a piece of grass off your shoulders before you hummed, “Mmm. Yeah, everyone is talking about Teba the Tyrant today.”
He could feel his body cringe at the horrendous nickname and grimace even further. You only chuckled and shoved your shoulder into his. He gave you a side glance and had to suppress the smile on his beak. Teba felt a jolt of electricity from your touch and it lingered with him for moment before he felt a sense of longing for more.
He turned his head away feeling shy and stayed silent. You furrowed your brows in concern and sighed before moving. He could hear you shift and he sighed, feeling dejected although he was at fault for your leaving. However he didn’t anticipate your arms wrapping around him from behind and he stiffened at the unexpected contact.
“Well…I don’t know if I can make it better, but how about a hug from your favorite person?” You voiced wafted through his head like chimes. He could feel his heart speed up and used every willpower for his feathers not to fluff.
“Do you go around and self claim you’re everyone’s favorite person?” He jested, feeling his irritation melt away little by little.
You laughed, “Yep!” And without thinking pecked his feathery cheek.
As if time froze itself for moment, your eyes widen at your own actions and Teba’s feathers fluffed up without warning. It caused you to rear back and felt your face catch on fire. Teba could not bare to look at you knowing full well he looked like he had been caught in a electrical storm. He folded his wings in front of his stomach and closed his eyes as his body filled with waves of pleasure.
You weren’t sure what to do and stared at your lap nervously. You were screaming at yourself and your heart hammered against your rib cage. It was…impulse, honestly. You hadn’t thought of it, it just…sort of happened. “I-I am so sorry.”
He remained silent for a good moment and it left you feeling horrible. You invaded his personal space, he wasn’t in a good mood in the first place-
You didn’t expect that response and gazed at him. His back still faced you, but he slowly turned his head. His eyes shimmered with emotions you couldn’t quite comprehend and looked sheepish as he tried to calm his nervous before he spoke again. “It…” He wasn’t sure if he should say it, but he thought to himself ‘screw it’ and confidently spoke, “It was nice.”
The bashful look on your face dissipated every ill feelings he felt throughout the day and couldn’t suppress his smile.
summary: you are enjoying a night at the vacation house with the team when things take a very blingy turn. needless to say everyone in the galaxy attended your wedding
It seemed that Tony had to have a party, no matter where he was. Even if that meant having a bonfire with the Avengers and their significant others at the vacation home in Maine. Waves could be heard crashing on the beach that was only a short walk away. Everyone was sitting on the white lawn chairs around the giant fire that Steve and Bucky had started. Vision and Wanda were sitting rather close to each other, neither of them were drinking, nor understood the concept of it. It was peculiar watching those two grow close together, but Wanda seemed to enjoy working through their relationship.
Clint and Laura finally could go back to drinking since the kids were back at home being babysat by Director Fury. Which as entertaining as it was to watch, the two parents were very happy to be relaxed with their best friends in the world. Another cozy couple was Tony and Pepper. They hadn’t had any kids, yet, so they were still in the honeymoon phase of just lovingly looking into one another eyes and that was the whole world for them. Then there was Natasha and Steve, no way in hell were they dating. Both of them had been the closest things to siblings for each other in years, and they clicked and had one anothers’ back. Thor and Jane were by the fire as well, and had been very cozy after their wedding in Asgard. Jane looked relieved to be in sweatpants finally after having to wear Asgardian clothing for almost a month.
Once Bucky was rescued, the two of you instantaneously meshed together. There was something in him that reminded you of yourself, especially since you both had been in Hydra’s grip for some time. Only you had been rescued a year earlier, and you had worked with the Winter Soldier on a few missions during your time in Hydra. You were a big part of his recovery, and from that point on you both had just been…one. Every Avengers mission you both were strategically placed together and worked when the other was down. That was what made everyone just smile when they were around you both. Your current situation was sitting on Bucky’s lap with a beer in hand, he had one as well. Although he couldn’t get drunk, he realized that apple beer was the way to go. The lawn chair you shared was closest to the fire since the breeze and the chilly Maine air had you all bundled up.
Bucky was talking to the group about something related to one of the recent missions, and it gave you a minute to sit and reflect on the people around you. It was almost like a dream; surrounded by Earth’s mightiest heroes and you were considered one, with the love of your life. Someone had a speaker going that was playing nice slow bonfire music over on a table, low enough that everyone could hear each other when they were speaking. The stars were out, shining fully on all of you around the fire. Bucky asked to get up, so you stood and then took his seat when he went to talk to Steve on the path to the beach. It was normal for the two of them to take walks, just to have time to themselves to talk about whatever best friends do.
After a few minutes passed by, the two of them came walking back up the wooden pathway from the beach. Both had smiles on their faces as they came back to where they had been sitting. Bucky seemed like he was getting ready to ask you to get up, but he did just the opposite and motioned for you to just stay seated.
Then he got down on one knee in front of you, and pulled a little velvet box out of his pocket.
Immediately your heart was racing a million miles per hour, and everyone’s mouths fell open with a few gasps. You were completely unprepared for this moment, wearing sweatpants and hair up in a bun. But Bucky opened his mouth, and the little box containing a gorgeous ring, before you could continue going through crazy things in your head, “Y/n, I need you to know that you are the only one for me. Not only have we been through hell and back, you’ve brought me to heaven and here.” He bit back tears, “It would be an honor, for you to be my wife.”
You struggled to even form words, so you squealed a “Yes!” and after he slid the ring on your finger, you jumped up to kiss him. You wrapped your arms around him, and his arms went around your waist and you could hear everyone taking their phones out and taking pictures to announce the happy news later. Nothing could’ve been more perfect than that moment, that was until your wedding day.
Natasha helped zip up the top of your wedding dress, and then she took a step back to marvel at you. “I cannot believe that a year ago he proposed to you at that fire pit outside, and now here you are, getting married on the beach.” She paused to compose herself, then continued rambling about how your first child better be named Natasha or she’ll get revenge on Bucky. But as much as she went on, you could only think about the love of your life standing and waiting for you to walk down the aisle, waiting to be married in front of your closest friends and remaining family.
Nat, Pepper, Wanda, Jane, and Laura were chosen to be your bridesmaids, and they fulfilled everything they needed to do. Once they finished walking down the aisle, you realized it was finally your turn. Steve and your father came from around the corner of the downstairs to the beach house, and they both gave you a smile. This made you giggle a little, mainly from the nerves. They held out their arms for you to link in between them, and you all walked towards the glass doors that were leading to the rest of your life. The Barton kids opened them to a yard full of family, friends, and other heroes. Taking a shuddering breath, you looked down the aisle to see the sight you truly wanted to. Bucky was standing there, almost in tears at how beautiful you looked. He never in a million years thought that he was going to be getting married to you, and having you be walked down the aisle by his best friend.
The two men by your sides started to walk with you, and everyone rose from their seats. No matter what, you couldn’t take your eyes off of Bucky. He just looked so…radiant. You were able to quickly get a glimpse at who was attending your wedding. All of the Avengers, the Guardians, some of the ‘Defenders’ (Jessica Jones and Matt Murdock to be specific), and your family. Your family looked a little out of place next to some of the out of worldly people. Focused back now on Bucky, you reached the altar. Your dad & Steve gave you a kiss on each cheek, and you proceeded forward, and grabbed onto Bucky’s hands. Coincidentally enough, Bruce was the one officiating your wedding, and he looked so sweet standing up there in a gray suit. He gave both of you a smile, and began.
It felt like it all came and went like a breeze, and quick enough you were dancing with Peter Quill to ‘Ain’t no Mountain High Enough’ during the reception. Your cheeks were hurting from all the smiling you’d done that day, and the night was flowing on by. Soon enough you were sitting on Bucky’s lap by the same fire he proposed to you by, and he said the four little magical words.
Art request- You taking Rust to the beach so he can be happy
i hope a sketch is okay bc i’m a lazy ass
idk about any of you guys, but all the beaches i went to in spain had these wooden plank pathway kinda things that went a little way onto the beach - if rust is in a wheelchair i guess he’d only be able to go as far as the end of the path before he needs to be carried. which i will gladly do
Note - I haven’t written in years, I gave this thing a prologue to both stretch some really old muscles, and two, to give some context of the first time (post movie) Branch loses his colours … Chapter 1 will be set at the actually beginning of the story following the prompt
Note 2 - If anyone can give me a better title, please shoot them my way … this was a filler title whilst I thought of something better … (though it kind of fits a little with the context of the story)
“Branch I -” the bright pink queen turned her head with a
grin, looking to her new partner. The smile faltered, realising the troll she
was looking for wasn’t there. Her eyes looked left, right, left again.