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Looking up from his book, Asim couldn't help the smirk filling his face. "Well, he won't be dead for long if that makes you feel any better." A pause as he flipped the page, running his finger along the slightly smudged letters. The book had been in his possession for quite some time. "Let's hope he does a better job than you with the -- change. Hand me that clipboard would you? We have other bodies to check tonight."
The words weren't anything Zelo ever expected to hear, especially not from emotionally closed off Sage. But he allowed them to roll around in his mind a bit before he sat up to look at the other man full on. The moonlight filtered onto Sage's face and made him glow, nearly brighter than the stars he missed so much from his home world. "Here at the swamp?" He finally asked, picking at blades of grass below him. "I - it doesn't work like that. Happy doesn't really matter when you're cursed." Maybe just maybe he was emotionally closed down too. But still. "Yes." He spoke it softly, turning his body to shift closer to Sage. "Yes."
The witch didn't mean to ask the question, honestly. It was one of those thoughts that he thought would be better off not having an answer, and not just because he knows that there is no guarantee of how long Zelo can be here. It was a question that opened up a whole other can of worms, questions about what was happiness and what about here could really entail. Did Sage mean in this universe or did he mean with Sage wherever that might be?
Sage isn't sure what he would do with the answer either way. Isn't really sure what to do with the question in the first place actually, but-- here is is. Asking questions that he shouldn't ask.
And getting answers that he doesn't know how to process.
There is a moment of silence while Sage processes what is being said, at how Zelo hasn't just gone with philosophy and idle thoughts but has actually answered him. Has answered him and turned towards him in a way that has Sage winding fingers into the dragon's hair without a thought and leaning in that little bit more as well.
"Oh." It is a quiet noise, barely audible as Sage tears his gaze away from the lines of Zelo's face to look at the stars above. "I would wish for that, you know. For you to be happy. Even if it wasn't here."
The dark fae wiped some soil from her hands, looking as innocent as could be otherwise. "Did you notice something?" She asked, moving around in the kitchen to grab for a drink of lemonade. Taking care of a snitch really took it out of a person. "What do you feel like eating tonight?" Normal conversation, trying to completely bypass the soil she had on her and the small droplets of blood. She used magic to begin to remove everything but had been interrupted before she finished it all up. Rude.
The old manor was massive, seemingly abandoned, and covered in vines. It looked to be in great disrepair, even collapsed inward in some parts. Could her missing person really be hiding here? Of all places? It didn't seem possible.
Living in a small village in a little home by herself, Jessica took on mysterious cases for the people who lived there, or in nearby towns. They knew she was a good detective, and she was strong... some called her a witch, but others swore by her methods after she brought back their loved ones safe and sound. This time she'd been sent to find another lost person who had last been seen heading into the 'forbidden' woods, so called because few people ever returned from that very treeline.
She was wondering if this might have been some sort of prank when the howling of wolves caught her ear. She might be strong, but she couldn't take on a pack of wolves by herself.
Jessica quickly pushed open the manor's front gate and shut it behind her just in time to avoid sharp, snapping teeth. Heart racing, she sprinted for the front doors and shoved them open, tripping her way inside. With those closed behind her, it was dark and eerily silent.
Things were never as wonderful as they seemed and for the so-called perfect fair town settled around them, it rang very true with all the secrets rattling around it, hidden in the pockets of darkness. More than a few skeletons were in the closet so to speak but some weren't staying hidden any longer. Case and point? One Bucky Barnes, who managed to escape and flee to the forbidden forest, a safe zone of sorts for all the misfits. No one of a sound mind and decent life ever wandered into the den of unspeakable nightmares but what choice did Bucky really have?
For days, he wandered through the trees, surviving on pooled water in leaves when it rained and other things he didn't like thinking about too long. All the while trying to ignore his appearance. He managed to leave before they shifted him completely but the scars were grotesque and they had ripped off one of his arms completely.
Eventually, he came across a crumbling manor and made it his solitary home but the peace did not last. The place seemed haunted but the current voice spunded human enough. Actually present human.
Creeping out of the room, he stuck to the shadows but called out, "who are you? What are you doing here?"
The village continued to buzz with excitement; the news of a coming arrival had spread quickly and they were all anticipating the shifter. It meant another had been tracked down and rescued before worse happened to them because few non-shifters kept an open mind. Generally, shifters were either killed or in the very least locked up.
Moving quickly through the village, he waited at the gates for the pairing to show. The case worker warned them the shifter had been through some very rough and peculiar times. Nothing they couldn't handle in their advanced Wakanda.
But he hoped the shifter would not resist having to stay in the unfamiliar village and have to be subdued.
Whether he resists staying in Wakanda remains to be seen, but Matt has certainly resisted every other stage of the trip. What the case worker refers to as 'rescuing' he calls 'capture'. Promises of meeting others with his ability, people who will understand and help him, don't make the flight any less torturous. His insistence that he's fine on his own, that he neither wants nor needs help from anyone, falls on deaf ears.
Nothing sounds familiar anymore, and he feels almost overwhelmed by the strange sounds and smells. Because of that, for the moment he appears docile and subdued, walking with one hand clutching the woman's arm as she leads him through the gates. Inside, however, his heart his racing so hard he wouldn't be surprised if the whole world could hear it.
[ The morning following their night out at the bar, Beth messages Mr. Grimes (Rick, she needs to get used to calling him that instead), not too early since they got home pretty late after being dropped off by Morgan, and Rick probably needs the sleep.
Last night had been a lot of fun, meeting Rick's friends who quickly accepted her into their group, performing, probably the best she's ever sounded in front of an audience and she can't help but think it was because a certain man was sat watching her, listening intently.
They hadn't kissed - probably because she's Judith's teacher and maybe that makes him uncomfortable, is what Beth tells herself - but they seemed to get close to it a couple of times towards the end of the night, interrupted by drunken friends, though mostly not on purpose. Truth be told, she might have left speaking to Rick again until the next time she saw him pick Judith up from kindergarten, but after telling Maggie what happened last night ("I met up with Rick and his friends for drinks" was all she said), apparently she wasn't allowed to come to her wedding until she messaged Rick this morning. Maggie could be ridiculous sometimes, but Beth loved her.
So here she was, typing out a message to Rick in bed, nervously awaiting his response. ]
[ Over the last few years, Rick learned life really could surprise you and that never rang more true than the night out with the crew and Beth. They had never spent so much time together before and he found himself intrigued by her in a way he hadn't felt in so long. It alluded him usually - the feeling of wanting to be with someone else but Beth woke something up in him he never thought he would experience again after the loss of Lori.
If only they hadn't drank so much. Groaning softly, he reached for the aspirin and water just as his phone pinged. Once he took the pill, he grabbed for it, smile filling his face. Beth. He really wished he would have gotten the chance to kiss her before the night ended. What if he missed the opportunity? He had never been too skilled with flirting, sadly enough. ]
I think I'm still functioning. What about you? How you feeling?
[ He figured that being honest was probably, as usual, the best policy. Mostly because he had very little else to fall back on anymore. He didn't intend to keep Bucky there, in that enclosed room, or on the helicarrier it was in, because he wasn't stupid, but he'd caught the tiger by the tail and was facing the consequences now. Which was why he was wearing the armor to talk to his guest, because he was hoping to come out of it with at least no major bones broken. ]
I know this is... unexpected, but I'm going to put you back. Not yet. Not right away, but I will. Don't panic. Please.
[ Waking up in a strange enclosed room? Of course Bucky panicked about it and plenty. It reminded him too much of blood soaked missions and what happened if he failed even a tiny bit of the objective. The man appearing suddenly before him didn't look like any of the agents he knew, though, which he knew didn't exactly mean much in the long run.
Glaring plenty, his metal arm whirled as he flexed it and released it again and again. A habit he actually did not even notice. ]
[ Hopper was the one who answered the door when Mike called round to see El. He knew her schedule well enough to know when she was or wasn't home, but he still asked Hopper if she was in, earning a look from the Chief that said you know for a fact she is. He told Mike she was upstairs in her room listening to music and that he could make his way up. Trust had been built between them over the years where he felt comfortable enough to let them be on their own unsupervised, he just reminded Mike to keep the door halfway open, a rule Mike respected under his roof. He saluted the Chief before making his way upstairs, following the music...
Opening up the door to El's bedroom, he was surprised by what he saw. Cyndi Lauper's Girls Just Want To Have Fun was blasting from a record player and El was dancing with her back to Mike. There was nothing serious about her dancing, they were probably the silliest dance moves he'd ever seen, but she was clearly having fun and that made Mike smile ridiculously as he watched her from the doorway.
God, was he in love with this girl.
Rather than announce his presence, he waited for her to spin around and notice him, clearly enjoying the show. ]
[ Prior to escaping, not much existed in El's life except for the experiments and trying to please Papa and make him proud. It meant a lot of things were new for her, including music, which she really took to, enjoying moving around to the beats of it. The music quieted everything else down until only the song existed and she liked it. This time around, she decided on something fun to groove to. (Lucas kept teaching her new words, sometimes giving her the wrong meanings.)
The music took over everything as she shook her hips all around and waved her hands in the air. Yes. She was so caught up in it all, she didn't notice Mike until she jumped around and saw him staring there. With a gasp, she stumbled to a halt. ]
Mike! You like this music? [ Maybe that's why he didn't say anything or announce himself in any way. Without really thinking twice about it, she held out her hand for him with a smile. ]
[ After having the kind of day where nothing went right, Kai only wanted to see one person: Neve. Things were always a balancing act between them but he had a feeling Neve would tip towards him eventually. He just needed to have a little more patience.
Worn out and sore, Kai stumbled into his house, swearing again to never help out packs. They had too much drama between all of them and had caught him in the middle for two whole nights.
He just wanted to cuddle up to Neve and hoped he would allow it for at least an hour or so. ]
[ neve was not busy at all, actually, but he happened to have just been thinking about kai. he feels a bit of a thrill when he sees a text message from him just as his mind was drifting to him...
[ The steady dripping of blood never really left Rick alone; his own morbid sense of an hourglass because they only knew of violence. The group either needed to kill to survive or be killed, the latter of which could not happen when they wanted to make a new world. One where blood did not have to smear on everything. A noble objective and one they were close to achieving until Negan happened. The man tore into things and spilled more blood than ever before but now they were about to do the same. The war would tip in their favor, it had to.
With a weary groan, Rick slid out of the truck after returning from a supply run but he barely had time to breathe before Gabriel came running over and explaining what happened. Negan had arrived and when he couldn't find enough supplies he deemed worthy he decided to take Beth. Rick saw red immediately and instructed Michonne to put a team together to rescue her. What kind of game did Negan think he was playing?
Creeping into the Sanctuary, Rick made his way to Negan's quarters ready for a fight but instead - ]
Beth? [ So much blood. Rick stared wide eyed, moving forward to try and tad the knife from her hand. ] Beth, we've gotta get out of here. Beth?
[ Beth hadn't argued when Negan decided he was going to be taking her with him, as though she was a product he could pick off a shelf of a grocery store and take home to use. She hadn't struggled as one of Negan's men manhandled her to one of their cars. She hadn't yelled to be let go, hadn't cried about what was happening. She was silent, mostly because she knew if she kicked up a fuss, the punishment would be killing someone she loved. That was how Negan liked to do things.
And Beth had a plan. This was her opportunity to kill him. She'd never wanted to kill anyone more in her life after watching him take Glenn from Maggie, then to walk around the house Rick called home, holding his daughter in his disgusting arms. Negan was ruining what good there was left in the world, poisoning people into supporting him. And she knew he wouldn't suspect a thing about her intentions - she looked so frail, so innocent to someone like Negan. He wouldn't see it coming at all...
And he hadn't. She'd allowed him to kiss her, to take off her shirt, leaving her in a pair of jean shorts (he liked her legs, apparently) and a bra - and when he least expected it, she attacked with a knife she'd snuck in the room with her. She'd stabbed him in his dick first, then in his head. She watched him bleed out until she was sure he was dead.
Blood. So much blood and she could distantly hear gun shots, but it doesn't occur to her it could be anyone coming to her rescue until someone's trying to pry the knife out of her hands. The shock of so much blood had stunned her into being unable to move, but Rick's voice pulls her out of her trance, releasing the knife to him. ]
I had to, Rick. [ She's shaking with adrenaline. ] After everything he did to us... [ After everything he'd continue to do. It was never going to stop unless someone did something. ] He needed to die.
[ The deo maintained a lot of different pings all throughout the world to try and keep ahead of things but they never anticipated an emergency alert from the back to life sector. It rarely happened, thankfully, but they could not understand why now? What made this Steve so important he managed to ultimately cheat death? A question Kara had to answer and quickly before everything fell out of balance and invoked chaos theory.
Flying off to the location the alert detailed, Kara dropped down a little ways from the place to e able to walk towards him. She didn't want to spook him more than he already had to be. Catching sight of him, Kara's heart clenched in her chest. ]
Steve? Hi, you don't know me and you must be really confused but I'm here to help you, okay?
[ Holding her hands up, she carefully removed a sub from her pocket. ] I thought you might be hungry.
[ Steve wakes up with a gasp so deep it was though he'd been drowning moments before. But that can't be true because he'd been nowhere near water...
Or had he been? Steve racks his brains, trying to remember where he was before this moment, trying to remember anything...
He can't. Not only can he not remember anything about his last memory, he can't remember anything about who he was - who he is. He doesn't even know his own name until the woman standing before him says it, and it rings a bell.
And then the woman is offering him a sandwich. Surprisingly, he's ravenous. ] What... what's in it? And who are you?
Letting out a low groan, Steve slowly pushed himself up into seated position, arms shaking but he could not remember why or what happened. But he felt as if he had been through a battle and hardly survived it. Blurry eyes looked around the area he currently found himself in but nothing looked familiar. Were leaves supposed to be such a bright blue and purple? He shook at his foggy head, attempting to stand up to be ready for anything but he nearly fell from the effort. What happened? Why did he feel so pained?
He stumbled forward, almost tripping over something, no wait, someone. His eyes started to clearas he took in Tony. Okay, not alone in some weird place but he might have picked someone else to handle it with him. "Tony, wake up," Steve instructed, dropping onto his knees beside the man to try and wake him up. "Something is wrong and you don't get to sleep while I take care of it." Wouldn't be very fair and it had nothing to do with being worried or scared none at all.
The air whirled around them and smelled of marshmalllows, which only unnerved Steve more. Where had they landed and why couldn't he remember anything from the past week at least?
[ Even with his long lived life, first dates were not something Zelo experienced much because they opened the door for a lot more connecting and deeper intimacy. For some reason, Noah seemed to be an exception to this rule. With a shake of his head, Zelo finished with the eyeliner and dusting of sparkle hue on his cheeks to give a little something extra. He always wanted to turn heads but visuals were even more important with someone like Noah. Not that he minded at all.
When he finished up, he headed out to the bar Noah texted him about and surprisingly enough he had never been there. He grabbed a table inside, eyes gazing around while he waited, eating a few beer nuts to pass more of the time. ]
[ oh, wow. noah spots zelo as he steps inside the bar and is taken aback by how handsome he is and how good he looks, as he was the first time he saw him. but this time it's different. because zelo is waiting for him. they're on a date.
he hasn't been on a date in so long.
he waved to him as he made his way to zelo's table, taking a seat before immediately getting into it. ]
[After SHIELD crumbles, after the days upon days of hearings, after she gives Steve the folder, Natasha vanishes. She loves him, but after everything that's happened she doesn't know how. When he reads through the folder enough times, he probably starts to work out why. She could have pulled pages, pictures, censored it for the story she wanted him to know, but she didn't. Instead, she gave him the truth the only way she knew how: in old, sepia-toned pictures of a young girl with bangs and a ponytail that stood behind the Winter Soldier in some of the photos from the 50s.
A mission report from an assassination in Paris, and if he looked carefully you could see that same girl in a newspaper clipping that featured the departing crowd. A girl with the same jawline as Natasha, and even through sepia tones you knew her hair was red. It was fragments like that, woven in between the horror story of what they'd done to Bucky, how they'd changed him, used him.
But Natasha's never handled truth well. And she has a starting point now. And it would take a conversation she doesn't know how to have, and so she just leaves. Maybe it's juvenile-- she knows that it's cruel, that Steve doesn't deserve the way she slips away like a whisper. Even Tony can't quite track her, but he's sure she's probably alive. Every few months there's a grainy photo that one of his facial recognition algorithms manages to pull, but it's never enough. It's never quite enough to be a lead, just a face in a crowd.
The years go by and then one evening there's a knock on his door, insistent but erratic. Natasha's standing there, bloody and exhausted. A short black dress and a blonde wig, but it's unmistakably her under the split lip and bruises. She hasn't changed, even if there's a sense about her that the past years have not been easy, and she's a little unsteady on her feet.] --Hello, Steve.
[ Never fall for a wild thing - an age old adage but one Steve suddenly knew all too intimately at Natasha's sudden disappearance, which none of them understood. But Steve had a better idea of the why once he started looking into the folder contents she left as a parting gift, digging in a little more into the finer details with Tony's help, the man flat out insisting on being involved. Not just with the information but with trying to locate Natasha, the rogue Avenger.
Weeks past and then months, the hollowness of it all aching his heart but eventually he set it all down to slip back into work. They were both gone and he needed to find a way to keep living if he ever wished to find them.
Things blurred as they often did and the years flew by in a mess of blood, screams and at times even bursts of happiness. The latter being too far in between but maybe he mostly had himself to blame, far too burned to attempt to try moving close to anyone again.
Natasha ripped his heart from his chest when she left. It left an ache when his heart should have been.
The knock on the door halted his current painting project, Steve wiping his hands on his jeans as he went to open it, coming face to face with the one who haunted his dreams at night.
[ Unsurprisingly, this isn't the life Bellamy wanted for himself, but it was all for his sister. At the end of the day, everything came down to his sister's happiness.
Nobody grows up wanting to be a janitor, but it helps pay the rent for his apartment with Octavia as well as helps pay for her to get into college. With their mother passing away from an illness when Bellamy was eighteen, and them never knowing their father, Bellamy chose to become his sister's guardian and had taken care of her ever since. It was hard but Bellamy never thought about what his life would be if he'd let his sister be adopted by another family. He never regretted his decision to essentially give up his future for Octavia.
It did mean he was a little on the grumpy side when he cleaned the medical school though because all the students there were actually following their dreams, whereas Bellamy...
He didn't want to talk about it. With anyone. Especially not Octavia who kept telling him she was old enough to take care of herself now and had her boyfriend Lincoln to help her out with money too and she could get a job too - no. Enough, O. Concentrate on your studies and NOT boys while I pay the bills. End of discussion.
He's been hungover for most of his shift after drinking last night (alone, depressingly enough) and luckily only has one corridor to mop before he can go home. He's just finishing it off, has a wet floor sign stood up and everything, when he can hear the sound of a door flying open and then the thud thud thud of running feet coming towards him. Looking up to a see a blur of blonde hair, Bellamy immediately stops what he's doing and calls it out to her as a warning: ]
[ With such a clear cut path and fierce levels of determination, it appeared Clarke had known what she wanted out of her life since the beginning but that couldn't be further from the truth. She had not grow up wanting to be a doctor, it had actually unfolded more naturally for her throughout high school and largely in part of her mother's insistence she help out and volunteer at the local hospital. Helping the kids had really solidified the path for her and she hadn't looked back too much even if she kept her sketchpad and pencils with her all the time.
Yes, sensible and no nonsense Clarke Griffin lived and breathed art, at one point wanting to be a famous painter, traveling the world to explore it all with her canvas but childish fantasies eventually concluded when more of reality set in.
A reality she had lost herself in and a quick glance at the clock told her the huge mistake she made trying to finish both units in one afternoon. Grabbing for her things, she shoved everything inside her messenger bag before taking off as fast as possible. She couldn't be late for the bus to get home! She had a shift and without making the bus she would miss it.
Taking off in a literal run, Clarke did not notice the sign in her haste and did not hear the guy calling out to her until it was much too late.
SPLAT.
She fell hard on the ground, her bag and papers scattering everywhere. Makeup, pens, books, her sketchbook and a ton of other things went everywhere. She tended to live out of her bag. But she did not have time to waste! ]
No one ever mops at this time! What did you do use wax?
[ Rubbing at her side and arm, she reached out quickly to try and shove everything again into her bag. ]
I'm going to be late for the bus and bruised at this rate.
Howard had settled into life in the twenty-first century with a surprising ease - all right, so it was weird to be working for a government organization he had apparently helped found, and even weirder to have an adult son (who was, by and large, very happy to not have any contact with him). But when it came to learning about advances in science and technology, he was happy as a clam; every spare corner of his space in Steve's apartment was filled with books he'd picked up from used bookstores, bits and pieces of gadgets he was taking apart, and who knew what else.
He'd started haunting antique stores to find new stuff to examine, and it was there that he found it - a fondue pot. Apparently, the store owner had informed him, fondue had been a thing back in the 1970s. Howard couldn't resist and bought it immediately to take it home and clean it up.
Which was why he was making fondue for dinner one night; the fondue pot was bubbling away on the table, and he'd surrounded it with a selection of things to dip in. It probably wouldn't be much more than a snack for Steve's super-soldier appetite, but he wanted him to get the chance to try it.
Howard was just tasting the first bite of bread and cheese as Steve walked in the door. "Hey," he greeted him with a smile. "Look what I've got for dinner."
Howard suddenly showing up in the future shifted everything all around, undoubtedly changing the timeline of things. Apparently, the world couldn't handle not having plenty of difficult Starks running around. At least, in the case of Howard, he actually wanted him around. Steve had a deeper connection with him than with anyone else, of course, and having Howard there gave him back some of what he lost.
If it made his heart skip a little - no one needed to know at all.
Heading home (to Howard), Steve walked in with a smile, setting everything on the counter. "Oh? What did you -" He stepped forward and his breath hitched in his throat.
Fondue.
"You - got -" He shook his head and sat down. "What's it taste like?" Not blushing. Not blushing!
[ Blood clung thickly to their skin as they pressed tighter together, smearing it everywhere but it never seemed close enough. The hunger for more always right beneath the surface and while they should have waited until they returned to the underworld, they were unable to.
Back hitting the nearby wall hard, Adder's breath wooshed out of his lungs but it didn't stop him from kissing harder, biting at Ros' lip hard enough to make him bleed to be able to taste his blood on his tongue.
Seconds later he pushed at Ros, stuff flying everywhere from the impact, a glint in his eyes challenged Ros, wanting more.
[ both of them should have better control at this point, should be able to keep themselves from touchingtastingclaiming for the amount of time that it took to get from where they were to the underworld where such a display wouldn't be all that unusual, but-- fuck if Ros can keep his control in check when there is blood on his lips and that smile on Adder's face, knife sharp and deadly.
yeah, you try looking at the god of the dead when he looks like fury incarnate and not all but tackling him into the nearest flat surface.
Ros has a thing for Adder when he is like this, sharp edges and the tang of iron behind teeth, when he is every bit as deadly and powerful and fearful as the rest of the universe always makes him out to be. it means that Ros doesn't hold back, that he snarls as he pins Adder to the wall, doesn't pull back when Adder bites hard enough to make him bleed, that he laughs, smoke and shadows, when Adder pushes him away. taunts him with a look.
they are wild deadly things like this, an if you didn't know them you might think they were trying to kill each other.
crouching on his haunches, Ros wipes the blood from his chin with a laugh, eyes bright and fixed on Adder. this is when he feels alive.]
That all you got there, sweetheart?
[ the words are a mix of taunting and endearment, a strange mix for Adder and Adder alone as he throws himself at the god, moving to throw him to the ground, teeth seeking the soft skin where neck meets shoulder.]
[ Sunlight filtered in through the rippling curtains, Kai's eyes slowly blinking open, not taking long to fall onto the sleeping form underneath him. Somewhere during the night, he had sprawled himself on top of Rook, who looked adorable with messy bed head and a peaceful expression on his face. His heart clenched in his chest at the sight because he never thought he would have it.
That they could have this.
Tracing his fingertips along Rook's jaw, he could not stop himself from kissing along the skin, shifting his body to rest in the bed and off Rook. He had to be a little heavy?
His lips slid up to Rook's cheeks, waiting for him to wake up before he kissed his lips like he wanted to. ]
[ Considering things for a moment, Zelo shook his head and started making pancakes. Typically, a person left after an one night stand but their night together had been anything but ordinary. All his years alive and he had never experienced anything like what he had with Sage and he knew the feeling a were mutual, especially with the way Sage clung onto him afterwards. The look they shared as their eyes met when they came down from the high.
So, no, he did not plan on just leaving.
Happily singing, he finished with the one thing he knew how to cook, placing it on a tray with whipped cream and some flowers because romance that's why. ]
Good morning, sleeping head! [ He greeted, putting the tray down on Sage's legs and without thought he leaned in and kissed the witch.
Loving someone had never been easy for T'challa and he knew without a doubt he wasn't an easy person to love either, even outside of the whole titles and royal background. He just held so many walls around himself and all the failed romance of the past only deepened his resolve to not go there again.
Then Sam happened. Stubborn, beautiful Sam Wilson. He had been in trouble from the first hello.
Throughout the coming years they grew closer together after discovering the whole soulmate business and little by little he let go and opened up to Sam, loving him and being loved in return. It nearly made up for losing everything and he started to believe he could make an actual home there for himself. That he could handle being human, after all.
Waiting for Sam to wake up, T'challa eventually lost patience and moved to straddle his waist, looking down with a huff of his breath. "Wake up, Samuel."
"Mmm." Sam slowly blinked awake, a smile spreading over his face as he took in T'Challa straddling his waist and giving him that imperious look he used so often. "Usually I'd complain about you waking me up, but I'll let it slide just this once."
He reached out and placed a hand on T'Challa's chest, then let it slide over his bare skin, fingertips trailing down his stomach and settling on a hip. "Any reason why you're so impatient today? 'Cause if it's pancakes, you're gonna have to wait."
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