#warlockisaslur

❝Clad in the merged color of Darkness, just like an aura. ❞ Hands held out, drawing attention to the pitch-black suit that clung to his blue skin, more than just an outfit.

despite being the smartest person the room at any given time, david alleyne is by far and above the least subtle person josh foley has ever met.

they'd only been reunited for - what, two weeks? and already he sees the gears turning. he doesn't need to know the ins and outs of young avengers interpersonal drama to know that he wants his alone time, and that this right here is both an effort to get that, and an earnest attempt at forcing a friendship between his two biggest problems in the hopes that'd become a solution.

great job, man. wonderful.

pairing up might be the wrong word. this feels like a playdate, like the drop-off at another house and run kind. the kind that had happened a lot when he was a kid and was categorically too much compared to his significantly older brothers. these days the too much he was came in the depressing variety, not the desperate for attention and willing to do anything for it kind. no, this was the opposite. the we did not talk for six years because i threw my sim card and tracking chips into the fucking ocean after some shit i refuse to tell you about and then six months after my funeral, which apparently you attended with your new team, not jealous or anything, glad you found the time, you found me at a bodega buying chips and forcefully injected yourself back into my life, not that i'm complaining, and now you feel compelled to "fix me" when i cannot be fixed variety.

that being said - well, there's the guilt. unspoken secret ontop of unspoken secret, the greatest of which being that he was no longer an x-man and now if someone could compel him to wear a uniform, it'd bear the insignia of the good ole brotherhood of evil mutants. that had yet to come up organically in any conversation and while it was probably the lightest of weights he was carrying, there never seemed to be a good time to drop it.

and speaking of dropping it. josh's blank eyes cast a glance at the dark haired boy seated across from him. a far younger and less tactful version of himself would have asked, point blank, why it was that wiccan of wiccan and hulkling now seemed to be just wiccan... but that seemed self-evident. people break up. superheroes most of all, and most messily.

especially when you had powers of a magnitude you could scarcely fathom... that left you feeling lost and lonely when you contemplated the gulf between your abilities and those of the people around you. and how easily harm can come without meaning it.

( okay. fine. maybe they did have something in common, something that can't be quantified and probably needs some kind of group therapy that the x-men sure as hell can't provide. touché, david. touché. )

he sits up straight, deciding that if they are going to sit here in this apartment while his former-slash-maybe best friend and his boyfriend have a sorely overdue date night, they can do better than just stewing in the awkward silence. once this would've been easy as breathing, but that was two deaths and three dozen murders ago.

the best he can fire off is...

"Biiiiiiilllllllly!"

It was all he could do to keep his wits about him. The sounds of battle ad war raged around him, beating against his skull like a war drum and yet he pushed past the pain, past the pressure and the exhaustion because there was something a hell of a lot more important that needed his attention. "Come on.... Come ON!" He pushed himself faster, his wings beating harder and harder to catch up to the being that was 100 feet below him and the distance was not lessoning. He couldn't be late, he wouldn't be too late. He had to get there in time or else....

There was no room for 'or else'. He gritted against the muscles screaming in his back, in his wings in his shoulders. Every cell cried for relief, just for a moment but he ignored it. 70 feet.

50 feet.

30 feet.

"Wiccan!" He was so close, and yet Billy had failed to regain consciousness. The energy blast had barely skimmed Teddy's shoulder but it was just enough to slam into the back of Billy's head right as the spell he was casting left his lips. He had already failed once. He wasn't going to do so again. 20 feet.

10 feet. He caught the very dregs of Billy's cloak and hurled him up and against his body with only one moment more to angle himself out of a direct nosedive. Pain exploded along his head, shoulders, back, the world nothing but blurs of color before it slowed and finally stopped. All he could hear was his heart, the breath tearing from his chest and for another long, agonizing moment, it was all Teddy could do but just let the pain wash over him. The second he felt his healing ability kick in he was moving, rolling so that Billy was laying down against the ground, shielded by Teddy's body. "Come on, Bee. You gotta wake up now okay?" His hand slid to the back of Billy's head and was only slightly relieved that there wasn't any blood. But a blast like that, with how hot he personally knew those chambers were, didn't mean much. It could have cauterized on contact, doing nothing to aid the wound behind it. "Bee...Billy. Please, love wake up. Please..." He shook him as much as he dared, ignoring the sounds of the raging and dying around him. This couldn't be it. This wouldn't be it. This was not how he was going to lose his husband.

"Not today, Death you bastard. Not Today. Come on, Billy..." He shook him once more, barely tapping the skin of Billy's cheek only to see the black eyelashes flutter and finally open. Every ounce of air left Teddy's lungs in a gush, and his head fell down to rest on Billy's shoulder. Thank the gods... Oh, he didn't care what he had to do to repay them, he would. Thank the Gods. "Unngh, what... What happened?" Billy's words were slurred, but they seemed to clear the more he came into awareness. Teddy pressed a kiss to Billy's neck, his chin and finally his lips before he pulled back enough to look into his eyes. "Someone got a lucky shot." He couldn't help the smile, the all out relief that made the pain, the fighting and world around them fall into the background. "But you're okay. Just might have a nasty bump after this." He leaned back, wings still curled around them both as Teddy helped Billy sit upright. Billy's hand moved to the back of his head, hissing when he felt the now obvious line of bald skin. "And a new hairstyle apparently." He looked up into Teddy's eyes, suddenly realizing how close the king was to breaking. "I'm okay, Tee. But we need to move, there are people who-" "No." The command came out harsher than he intended but he didn't back down. He saw the familiar stubbornness flash in Billy's eyes, but Teddy didn't let him continue the thought. "No, we're done. Lauri-Ell can handle things from here. You and I need to go."

"But Teddy we can't I mean, look around-" "Billy, stop." Teddy cupped his husband's cheeks, holding him still so he had nothing else to do but to look at him. "I'm exhausted, you damn near almost fell head first into the crust of this planet and I am not going to allow you to kill yourself when we have people who can help finish this." He rarely pulled rank, hated doing it, especially when it came to Billy. But the image of his lifeless body falling faster than Teddy could catch him would not leave his minds eye, and he doubted it would for a long, long time.

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@warlockisaslur asked: [ surprise hug ] a hug where one catches the other off guard with an unexpected hug (hope this is okay!) (here / a)

Kate had been looking over books, minding her business. Lost in her own world while trying to get a better understanding of her latest case- more than happy to put vampires behind her, for the time being.

And then there's someone at her side before she can process it, pulling her into an embrace she briefly thinks of trying to escape from before it registers in her head just who was hugging her.

for @warlockisaslur, continued from here

ㅤㅤㅤ"Maybe I am, but that doesn't make it less true." Teddy replies, his tone filled with the kind of a confidence only a teenaged boy can have.  He twitches at the prodding but makes sure not to move so much it might dislodge Billy from where he's burrowed against the larger boy's side. It still surprises Teddy sometimes, just how much Billy seems to like him, how easy their conversations flow even when they're talking about hard stuff… how Teddy doesn't feel like he has to be anyone other than himself with the younger teen.

ㅤㅤㅤFor someone capable of changing into anyone and anything, it's a… well, it's a rare quality in his friends, let alone a Boyfriend.

ㅤㅤㅤTeddy still can't help feeling a shivery little thrill when he thinks about that word in relation to Billy, but he's trying to be cool about it.

ㅤㅤㅤ"Look, I'm just sayin'…" He tugs at the blanket to ensure it hasn't fallen off Kaplan's shoulders, tangling their feet together just because he can, "there are a lot of people out there with powers of some kind, most of them have something like what I've got. But…"

ㅤㅤㅤTeddy hesitates, not because he doesn't believe what he's about to say, but because speaking it feels… vulnerable. Like maybe he'll be too much. A green flush tinges the teenagers skin, but he says it anyway--