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1. Clint has four thousand blankets. Somehow Bucky steals every single one.Â
2. Bucky finds an old recipe book under the sink that is by Grandma Barton. He makes one of the cakes at random and when he presents it to Clint, Clint presents him with tears. (Itâs an emotional moment.)
3. Clint has a single african violet plant heâs managed to keep alive all this time. It sits on his balcony and is affectionately called âNat the Second.â Heâs so proud of it. (the only reason it survives is because Bucky learns to garden.)
4. Bucky has stacks upon stacks of cheesy YA supernatural novels. Somehow Clint ends up reading them too and they get into heated debates. (Clint thinks Charlie Swan is a dilf. Bucky is horrified.)
5. Bucky wonât stop feeding the stray cats. Clint wonât stop patting and cooing over the stray dogs. Theyâre running out of apartment space. Help.
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fic thing âin the heart of the bites, where teeth splinterâ
After endgame Loki returns to New York to find that the avengers he once knew and loathed are no longer. They are disjointed and weakened, and their greatest hope lies in a young man with honey hazel eyes and a crooked smile.
Loki dislikes him on principleâheâs sentimental and morally upright and good and heâs persistent as fuck when he wants to be.
Peter just wants to know more about how Lokiâs Jotun powers workâis it physics or magic? Are they the same thing?
So Loki becomes a teacher, unwilling and displeased, and Peter learns magic(or science? Heâs not sure yet.), eager and bright.
Some of the poison drains from their wounds, aching at the loss, and they hurt together, broken and bruised.
Stiles was not a fan of most of his peopleâs traditions. He was of marrying age and had been for four years now, each year his father grew increasingly more anxious he would never marry. Stiles didnât care to marry. He would rather run the ranch with his father, for his father, than be taken away to some unknown personâs home and be their maid for the rest of his life. He wasnât ready to say goodbye to the only family he had left.Â
Stiles knew the source of his single status came directly from his reluctance to leave. Heâd had offers the first few years, courting gifts gracing the Stilinskiâs doorway until the men and women of the nearby village took the hint and gave up. That fact shouldâve eased his fatherâs worry, and yet at the end of every social season his father gave him an anxious look. A look that asked âWhen will we host your coming out party?â A look that went unanswered. Stiles did not wish to be dressed up and paraded around in front of eligible suitors like some fancy doll. He had enjoyed watching his friends, Scott and Lydiaâs debutante balls, seeing them beaming at him from the front of the room as people swooped in with offers to dance had made him happy. That kind of attention wasnât for Stiles though, he wouldnât enjoy people circling him like vultures looking for dinner. He didnât want to be sold to the highest bidder.Â
He angsted over his future as he picked apples from the Hale orchard. The Hales were long time companions of the Stilinskis, and Stiles enjoyed the peaceful, clean aroma of the farm. His ranch always smelled of feces and rotting things, but here in the Haleâs orchard he could take in the sweet smell of the fruit bearing flora around him. His great grandfather had bartered with the Hale alpha almost a hundred years ago to trade freely between the ranch and their orchard, it had been a gift through the years of drought and disease when both families had to lean on the other.Â
He hummed quietly to himself as he picked a ripe red apple, a sense of ease seeping into the tension in his shoulders.Â
âHello, little mischief.â Peterâs low rumble sent a shock of excitement through him causing him to startle.Â
âPeter! Iâll fall over dead one of these days if you insist on sneaking up on me all the time!â Stiles laughed, his cheeks flushing.Â
âWe couldnât have that now, could we?â Peter asked, stepping forward with a smirk on his face.Â
âOh hush now. I simply cannot play with you today, I am much too distraught.â Stiles huffed, crossing his arms despite the basket on one making it awkward.Â
Peter stepped even closer to gently rub Stilesâ arms soothingly, âWhat has you so upset, pet?â
Stiles allowed himself a moment to cherish Peterâs touch, knowing he wouldnât be able to stay in Peterâs favor this way once he was married.Â
âI believe I have pushed my poor fatherâs patience too far and he is trying to marry me off.â Stiles mumbled, unable to look up into Peterâs beautiful, caring blue eyes.Â
One of the hands on his arms pulled away to pet his hair softly as Peter made a contemplating sound.Â
âI have no answers. We follow the orders of the people in charge of our well being and trust they care about our happiness as much as theirs."Â
The hand on Stilesâ head smoothed down his hair and rested on his neck as Peterâs other hand came up and lifted Stilesâ face by his chin.Â
"Now listen to me, my little mischief, your father loves you more than anything in this world. He will not marry you to someone who will hurt you or take you away from him. I would bet my life on it. You are as precious to him as he is to you. No one will separate you.â Peterâs words washed over Stiles in a wave of gentle yet fierce assurance.Â
Before Stiles could so much as thank the werewolf for his kindness Peter was shushing him and staring in the direction of the ranch.Â
âYour father is calling for you. Best you get home, little one.â Peter pulled his hands away slowly and stepped away from him with a soft smile.Â
âThank you, Peter.â Stiles beamed at the older man before heading towards his home.Â
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âStiles donât turn away from me! We need this. We need help on the ranch. If you were to be married our ranch becomes your and your partnerâs. That means more hands to help with the cattle and the other animals. Please see reason.â Stiles refused to turn around and look at him, but the crack in his fatherâs voice almost broke him.Â
âI see reason, father. Marry me off. I will be a doting husband and worship the ground our savior walks on.â Stiles spit out through clenched teeth.Â
âYou are not being fair. I did not wish this for you, but no one couldâve foreseen the losses we have endured. I never thought we could have lost so-â A shaky breath, âso many of your siblings."Â
Another pause as his father drew in a sharp, wet breath, "Or your mother. You were supposed to be our baby forever. Always with us, always protected. Weâd already lost your older brother, you were our saving grace. You still are Mieczyslaw."Â
His father reached out and held his arm tightly, a desperate reach for something to connect him to his last living child, "Please.â
The fight whooshed out of Stiles in the release of the angry breath heâd taken to yell moments before. He couldnât stand to see his father in such pain. He would not be the cause of it.Â
âI will do it. I do not want a debutante, or a meeting of the suitors. You know my tastes as well as I. I will meet them for the courting rituals and then I will decide if I will marry or not.â Stiles sighed, turning to hug his father his anger fading.Â
âThank you, my sweet sonâ
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The likelihood of the suitor being female was high if his father was looking for someone who would give up their home and move to the ranch, which is why Stiles was surprised to feel a strong, callused hand grip his in greeting.Â
The first step in courting was the blind meeting, allowing the couple to connect without the lens of shallow appearances. Stiles was currently blindfolded and standing uncomfortably in the middle of the parlor room, one hand out stretched and shaking the stranger he would soon marryâs hand.Â
âItâs nice to meet you. Can we sit now?â Stiles asked, his feet shifting anxiously beneath him.Â
His suitor chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that caused a blush to creep up Stilesâ neck, before gently guiding Stiles to one of the nearby chairs and releasing him as he sat down.Â
âIs that better?â The stranger had a deep melodious voice, that Stiles rather liked.Â
âYes. Thank you, good sir."Â
"Call me Peter, pet."Â
Stiles had ripped off the blindfold before Peter had finished speaking, shock striking him dumb.Â
Peter Hale was grinning at him from across the table set with tea. The grin that over took Stilesâ face was so broad it ached, but he did not care.Â
"Peter! I thought you were never to marry?â Stiles heard his own breathlessness and blushed further.Â
âI knew what your father was seeking in a mate, and taking care of your ranch is a small price to pay to spend the rest of my life with my beautiful little mischief.â Peterâs grin melted into a soft smile as he stared into Stilesâ eyes.Â
âWhat do you say son?â Stiles had forgot his father was still in the room, too caught up in the joy coursing through him.Â
âYes! Of course! Iâd be honored to have and love Peter for the rest of my life."Â
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"This is mortifying.â Stiles muttered into his pillow.Â
âNow, now, pet donât be like that. You know we have to do this.â Peterâs voice was soothing, but Stiles could tell the werewolf was laughing at him.Â
âIâd hit you if these damn sheets werenât sewn down between us.â Stiles bit out, turning to glare at his fiance.Â
Peter was staring at him with a heated gaze, his eyes flickering a glowing blue, âI would do something much different if the sheets werenât sewn down between us."Â
Was he purring? Could werewolves purr?Â
Stiles was knocked out of his heated panicky thought when Alpha Hale chuckled and thumped her brother on the back of the head.Â
"Thatâs why theyâre sewn, brother. Behave yourself tonight. And Stiles dear try not to toss and turn so much theyâre still sewing your side in."Â
Stiles squeaked, having forgotten they were not alone in the face of Peterâs want, and nodded that he would indeed stop squirming.Â
"Oh sister you are such a drag. I am not going to ravage the poor boy the night before our wedding. We might be werewolves but we are not animals. I can keep my hands to myself.â Even as Peter spoke those words his hand was testing the strength of the stitch keeping them apart.Â
âWe will not break the stitch, Alpha.â Stiles smiled at her reassuringly.Â
She laughed again, this time throwing her head back with mirth, âOh you poor sweet boy, you do not know who you are to marry. Peterâs had his eyes on you since you two were young. He will not last long after you are wed."Â
Stiles could feel his face burning with embarrassment and arousal. Since they were young? That long? Peter had always been kind and oh so handsome, but Stiles had always thought himself too immature and gangly for the older boy when they were young. Now, both men, he still thought he was not attractive enough for the gorgeous, strong man before him.Â
"I wish I could wipe that frown away. Come, letâs see if we can still kiss with this damned sheet between us.â Peter growled, scooting closer to the tenuous wall of sheet.Â
Stiles laughed, a happy smile coming to his lips, as he leaned up and across the stitched wall to kiss Peterâs forehead.Â
âNow husband, please donât test your alphaâs patience and be good.â Stiles whispered against his forehead, not ready to pull away.
Peter surged upwards and connected their lips in a passionate embrace. Alpha Hale grabbed Peter by the ear and separated them after a moment, much to both of their disappointment.Â
âI wonât say it again. Behave yourself, Peter. Stiles dear, please refrain from teasing him like that he is much too selfish to follow tradition if you taunt him.â She smiled at Stiles and thumped Peter one more time before she left them.Â
Now, alone Stiles found himself relaxing into the comforting presence of his soon to be husband.Â
âTurn on your side and let me at least pretend to hold you, my sweet mischief. Tomorrow we will be wed and I will be able to hold you as long as I wish, but tonight we will settle for the imitation of that.â Peter insisted warmly.Â
Stiles did as he was told, facing away from Peter and scooting carefully back until he could feel the solid heat of his fiance behind him.Â
Bless you patron of all things best..... question: who looks better in lace?
hm honestly difficult to answer but! i try not to back away from a challenge. my bias is going to show here but i'm gonna say thor actually. and of course loki looks amazing in lace, but imagine thor's thick ass and luscious titties framed in delicate lace.
also let's imagine that he's wearing loki's colors đđ