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The Horror

Fandom: Marvel, MCU

Characters: Bruce Banner, Quentin Beck

Relationship: Bruce Banner/Quentin Beck

Summary:  Quentin obviously isn't scared.

Trigger Warnings: None apply

Genre: Humor, Fluff

Word Count: 100

Notes: Written for the @marvelrarepairbingo, originally posted on Ao3 on March 24th

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“I’m not scared, but if you are you can hold my hand.”

Those had been Quentin’s words when starting their horror movie marathon. Always so confident in himself, always so ready to show how great he was.

Bruce had rolled his eyes at that statement but taken his boyfriend’s hand anyway.

Now, halfway through their marathon he had Quentin curled up in his lap, face buried in Bruce’s chest, still mumbling about how obviously not scared he was.

“Of course you’re not.”

Gently he kissed Quentin’s forehead, feeling the other relax, though he still didn’t actually look at the TV.

#marvel #mcu #bruce banner #quentin beck #my writing #marvel rare pair bingo

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Hiding The Hickeys

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Characters: Bruce Banner, Quentin Beck, Tony Stark

Relationship: Bruce Banner/Quentin Beck

Summary:  “You’re awake,” Quentin spoke, sounding a tad surprised. Bruce nodded in response, sitting and staring blankly, unsure what else to do. What was he supposed to respond? Before he could think more about that, though, Quentin spoke up again. “I’ll make breakfast. Unless you want to get the hell out of here instead.”

The younger man sounded unsure and Bruce shook his head.

“I’ll stay for coffee.”

Trigger Warnings: N/A

Genre: Humor, Romance, Fluff

Word Count: 1578

Notes: Implied sexual content, no smut actually written. This ship as been living in my mind rent free recently. Enjoy!

Written for the @marvelrarepairbingo

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Bruce typically didn’t have the time for a partner, it wasn’t in his schedule. He was busy and a relationship would either distract him or have his partner fall short in his life. It’s what he told himself to make peace with the crushing loneliness he was experiencing.

Usually casual sex wasn’t in his schedule either for the same reasons as above. He was too busy to go to a club, to enjoy himself, to mess around even if it was only for a night. Whatever he was working on was far more important, and if he wasn’t working on anything, he could find something else.

He wouldn’t be caught dead admitting that he was sure people wouldn’t have found him attractive anyway.

Now, with such a busy schedule, Bruce wondered how he’d somehow managed to snag both.

Him and Quentin hadn’t been anything serious for quite a while. Really, they hadn’t been anything, not even friends.

He’d met the other when he had just started at Stark Industries and Bruce had been tasked to show him around. Why only Tony knew, but the responsibility had successfully been laid onto him and he’d done what was asked of him. They didn’t really talk much aside from what was necessary, with Quentin occasionally commenting on how he was very honoured to be in Bruce’s presence and how he admired his work. When the tour had ended that had been it and there wasn’t really supposed to be anything more to it.

They’d met a couple of times in the building, run into each other, exchanged a greeting, and that had been the most conversation they had. It wasn’t until they ran into each other outside of work that something else came into the mix.

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It was one of the rare times Bruce had decided to go out for the night, try and enjoy himself. A new gay bar had recently opened around where he lived and he decided to shoot his shot, maybe find a nice man for the night, and then get right back to work the next day.

Sitting down at the dimly lit bar it didn’t take long for someone to sit next to him. Giving the man a smile he began engaging in small talk with him, feeling himself loosen up a bit as they talked. The other man seemed to be a fair bit younger than him but neither of them minded, the conversation carrying even with that. Bruce wasn’t beyond sleeping with younger men and the other didn’t seem disinterested either.

Soon enough their simple conversation had started getting a bit more physical. Light touches on the thigh, hands intertwining and, soon enough, making out. Hearing that anticipated phrase almost made Bruce chuckle.

“Your place or mine?”

Given that he was living with the other Avengers he wasn’t all that keen on taking a one night stand home. He wouldn’t hear the end of it from Tony and he didn’t want to put this poor guy on the spot either.

Bruce was used to not being recognized, neither for his work for the Avengers nor for his work in the scientific community and, if he was honest, he liked it like that. Of course he enjoyed the occasional compliment about his work but his anonymity allowed him a relatively normal life. Hell, it allowed for him to even be in this situation in the first place.

They hadn’t even told each other their names yet, Bruce realized as they left the bar and headed towards a taxi. Though, once outside, he realized he didn’t need the other man to tell him. They’d barely talked before so of course he didn’t recognize him in the faint light of the bar but now, outside, he got a good look and immediately knew that it was the really cute Stark Industries employee he’d shown around on his first day.

He now had no doubt that Quentin had recognized him as well, judging by how his small grin didn’t fade once on the way to his flat, seeming content to go back to making out with him as soon as they were through his front door.

Bruce didn’t mind, though, all thoughts regarding any possible consequences leaving his head as he let the other lead him over to his bed, enjoying one of the best nights he’d had in a while.

-

Morning came around soon enough and Bruce frowned when he saw the bed beside him was empty already. It couldn’t be that late, the sun was just starting to rise. Stretching he was about to get up, ready for the inevitable awkwardness that followed a one night stand, when the bedroom door creaked open, shining a ray of light from the hallway inside.

“You’re awake,” Quentin spoke, sounding a tad surprised. Bruce nodded in response, sitting and staring blankly, unsure what else to do. What was he supposed to respond? Before he could think more about that, though, Quentin spoke up again. “I’ll make breakfast. Unless you want to get the hell out of here instead.”

The younger man sounded unsure and Bruce shook his head.

“I’ll stay for coffee.”

-

Given that it was a Saturday morning Bruce would have had enough time to head home, forget this ever happened, and move on with his life. A bit of awkwardness whenever he ran into Quentin in the halls, but he’d have never needed to interact with him again afterwards. What he did instead was stay the entire weekend, screwing Beck silly every opportunity he got.

It was a nice change of pace from how his weekends usually went and he couldn’t complain too much about it, especially when Monday morning he still had Quentin on his lips before he left for work, murmuring something about wanting to repeat this.

And hell, the entire day the weekend had been on his mind. It distracted him quite a bit. He was lucky enough to work alone so no one noticed, aside from the times Tony came to keep him company.

The other seemed none the wiser, however, and Bruce chalked it up to Tony not even paying attention to him while talking about himself.

Eventually he decided he needed a break, heading towards the SI cafeteria to grab a coffee and maybe something to eat as well.

As fate would have it, he, quite literally, ran into someone, dropping his own wallet and their stack of papers. Cursing under his breath he looked up to see who he had to apologize too and his eyes widened when he realized it was Quentin. Quentin, who was wearing a turtleneck that went up way higher than it needed to, no doubt to conceal the hickeys Bruce had left there the previous weekend with no regard to how it might affect the other’s work, and immediately he felt bad about it and then felt a strange sense of pride as well. Hm, maybe he should look into that later.

Before he had the chance to apologize for running into him though the other had already caught his eye, smirk making its way onto his face.

“Dr. Banner, didn’t anticipate running into you today.”

Quentin grinned, no doubt proud of his stupid joke and Bruce couldn’t help the small smile that spread over his face.

“Neither did I. Sorry, by the way.”

He leaned down to help the other pick up his papers, noticing the other’s turtleneck slip down a bit to reveal the deep purple marks on his neck and he bit his lip. Quickly pushing that train of thought away he handed him the papers and gave him a small smile.

“I hope you’re okay.” “Don’t worry. I’m just sore.”

The wink that followed made Bruce clear his throat, hoping his small blush wasn’t too obvious. Though, judging by the expression on Quentin’s face, his hope wasn’t strong enough.

“I do hope I’ll be seeing you around more often, Dr. Banner.”

Another wink and then Quentin was gone before Bruce could even respond. Oh, he definitely would.

-

They’d ended up meeting up almost every weekend after that and Bruce had to say, he couldn’t believe he’d willingly been missing out on this. Quentin was spectacular in bed and incredibly good company even outside of the bedroom. It was inevitable that he fell for him, really, when he thought about it.

It was just his luck that Quentin admitted to feeling the same after a long weekend spent rolling around in the hay.

“This was always how it was gonna go, Bruce,” he’d said, tracing patterns in Bruce’s chest. “Us, here… More than just fucking. You know what I mean.”

It was all the admission Bruce needed and he leaned down to kiss him, much softer this time around.

-

“Mean green. Been getting around lately, huh?”

Tony’s voice startled Bruce out of his thoughts and he looked up at his best friend, confusion written all over his face. He didn’t remember giving any indication that he was seeing anyone. Tony, as if reading his mind, pointed at his neck.

“You got to get better at hiding them, you can’t just show up to an Avengers meeting looking all marked up. C’mon, I know some tricks.”

The deep red flush crossing Bruce’s face only seemed to amuse Tony more and quietly he cursed, vowing to make an agreement with Quentin to only leave hickeys in places where no one else could see.

#mcu #bruce banner #quentin beck #marvel #brentin #mysterio #my writing #marvel rare pair bingo

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Marvel Rare Pair Bingo 2022

I have received a full blackout this year! For my masterpost I am simply linking my Ao3 series, as that is easier than 25 different entries.

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Under Your Protection

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve Rogers

Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers

Summary:  James couldn’t help the wide grin that spread upon his face at that. He was doing something right. So right, in fact, that a forest spirit knew who he was.

Trigger Warnings: None Apply

Genre: Fantasy, Pre-Slash

Word Count: 1563

Notes: Written for @kleenexwoman as part of the @marvelrarepairbingo2022 Secret Santa!

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James Buchanan Barnes prided himself on being the protector of the forest. The one that took care of wildlife and creatures. Phoenixes, chimeras, it didn’t matter. They lived and thrived, and he made sure that no harm came to them.

Being a simple human, of course, it wasn’t an easy task for him. He couldn’t enact magic, he didn’t have an easy way to locate them, but if an animal was in pain, James would hear them.

It started out when he was just a little kid.

His father had oftentimes taken him hunting in these woods, teaching him to be thankful and bashful when taking something from nature, and to never take more than you need. He took him to the heart of the forest and James had been mesmerized then. All the colors, all the creatures gathering around… The air felt fresher there, the water was clearer, and James had vowed to protect it at all costs.

He’d patrolled the forest then, taking in injured birds and mice, nursing them back to health. As he got older the creatures got bigger, more dangerous, but he was protected. It was as if he was protected by the forest itself.

His house was located near the edge of the woods, just on the outskirts of the small village and near the shore. He’d built it when he turned 18, ready to live on his own. His father had helped him build it, helped him make it his own, and James had been living there since it was finished.

Now his father was dead, buried at the same cemetery his mother was, in the center of the village. He went there often to pay his respects, bringing gifts and offerings in hopes that it would reach them.

Today had been a day like any other. He woke up early, had his coffee, and decided to venture into the forest to collect some berries for a pie he had been meaning to bake. He had taken on baking in the last few years. Maybe he’d bring a slice to his parents.

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The forest was still asleep when he’d entered. Metaphorically speaking of course.

Birds were chirping quietly, lunar bees had started to take shelter underneath the thick roots of the trees, ready to sleep until nightfall. Foxes jumping around, kits just waking up. It was a beautiful sight each morning, James lived to see it.

The best berry trees were closer to the heart of the forest, which would mean a longer trek, but James was nothing if not used to the layout of the winding roots and confusing pathways, knew exactly where to step to not tumble, and knew which entrances were real and which were illusions. The forest was alive, but its routes were stagnant.

The deeper he moved, the darker it got. The quieter it got. The depths slept the longest, James was well aware of that, but as he danced through the thick underbrush he stumbled upon a small feathered friend on the ground.

A dove, its rainbow colored feathers dull in the faint light shining through the trees, squeaking pathetically, stuck underneath a branch that had fallen down. How it survived was beyond James but, nonetheless, he kneeled down next to it, removing the branch and taking her into his hands.

“Hey there, little pal. You got stuck?”

She cooed quietly, much more relaxed now that she no longer had a thick branch holding her down. He gave her a quick look-over, moving her wings, checking for any sort of injury, but he couldn’t find any. She seemed healthy as can be, and well, if James didn’t need to nurse her back to health then he wouldn’t complain. Yes, it was his calling, but it was work still.

“You need to be more careful next time, miss,” he said, his voice rough and quiet, though not at all intimidating. Rather, it was soft as it was directed at the bird, meant to give her a sense of security and not scare her away.

She cooed again, spreading her wings, testing out if she could move them, before taking off.

James watched her fly off, a small spreading over his face before yet another distress call reached his ears. A shrill shriek, coming from even deeper. Somewhere near the heart, he was sure. Jumping to his feet he began to maneuver his way through the underbrush, towards the animal. It sounded like a canine if his judgment was correct.

Carefully avoiding the branches that threatened to hit him in the face and the thorns that wanted to cut him, he noticed the giant Wisteria that guarded the center of it all. It was then that he noticed the animal had stopped its distress call and, with a frown, James drew closer. He could see a figure, just far away enough that he couldn’t make out their face, kneeling beneath one of the trees.

James drew near, slowly raising his crossbow as he moved just out of sight. He wouldn’t take the creature’s life if it wasn’t absolutely necessary but he also would not sacrifice his own. Though, as he came closer, his eyes widened and slowly he lowered the weapon.

There, beneath the tree, sat a cernun, holding onto a winged fox kit. Its wing was broken and it cried out quietly, but nowhere near as loud as when James first heard it. He heard faint humming and it didn’t take long to realize that it was coming from the cernun.

The creature itself was slim and slender, short blond hair hanging messily in its face, impressive antlers sprouted from its head and its bottom half was that of a deer, where the rest was human.

He had heard tales. Cernunni, supposedly forest spirits, protectors even. Descendants of the old God Cernunnos. Of course he’d never seen one. They were rare and elusive, didn’t show themselves to humans unless you were lucky. And lucky, it seemed, James was.

As it hummed, it rested its hand on the kit’s wing. He couldn’t see what it was doing but the kit's pain seemed to be alleviated. Protector indeed. Eventually the song was over and it set the kit down. James watched it jump around a bit, spreading his wings and moving them to their full extent, as if it had never been broken in the first place, before bounding away in the direction of the stream that lay at the heart.

He was in awe at the sight.

He’d just witnessed a miracle, something only a lucky few were privy to. And it was then that he realized that, maybe, he should not be here right now. He knew cernunni were benevolent towards the forest but he had no idea what this one would do if it spotted him.

Taking a deep breath he turned around to leave, jumping when, suddenly, the creature was right in front of him.

“Don’t leave so soon,” it said, awfully cheery and it gave James chills. Was this thing going to kill him? Even with his crossbow he stood no chance against a nature spirit.

“I didn’t mean to spy.” “I know you didn’t. They tell me about you, you know?”

The cernun’s smile was soft and warm, its ocean blue eyes sparkling as it looked James over.

“The animals. They say you help them whenever they’re in need. That you take care of the forest, take care of them. That’s noble, not a lot of people care about us.”

James’ eyes widened.

“They talk about me?!” “Of course. Only good things, I promise. They love you and it seems you love them, too.”

James couldn’t help the wide grin that spread upon his face at that. He was doing something right. So right, in fact, that one of the cernunni knew who he was. He couldn’t wait to tell his father.

“Are you going to tell me your name, or are you just going to stand there and grin? Look, I’ll even start. Steve.” “That’s a surprisingly human name.” “Where do you think humans got their names from? They started out as spirit names.”

That actually seemed sensical, even if James had never thought about it like that.

“Oh. Well, I am James. James Buchanan Barnes.”

The cernun, Steve, tilted his head and frowned.

“Byouch- Buchin- …” He was struggling with the name and eventually shook his head, giving James a wide grin. “Bucky.”

Surprised, Bucky’s eyes widened.

“Bucky?” “I can’t pronounce that other name. I’ll call you Bucky. You have a problem with that?”

Bucky shook his head, though a small smirk made its way onto his face.

“It’s just funny that a cernun would call me a buck.”

Was it a good idea to sass a forest spirit? He assumed not, but he couldn’t resist. The cernun seemed to not be all too bothered by it though, instead laughing at the joke.

“You. I like you.”

And once again the smile that Steve gave him was warm and inviting. So much so that Bucky couldn’t help but feel warm all over as he reciprocated it.

“I’d like to get to know you better, Bucky. I’ll visit you.”

Before Bucky could respond to that though, Steve had kissed his cheek and then bounded off, leaving Bucky to stare after him, face flushed pink and eyes wide.

#marvel #mcu #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #my writing

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Missing Person

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Characters: Justin Hammer, Bruce Banner, Other characters mentioned

Relationship: Justin Hammer/Bruce Banner

Summary:  Bruce was gone. He might never be coming back and Justin wasn’t sure how to handle it.

Trigger Warnings: Bad Parent Brian Banner

Genre: Angst (with a happy ending)

Word Count: 2054

Notes: This is MCU Bruce but with the backstory for Hulk from Hulk (2003), because I prefer that one. Established relationship

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Parentese

Fandom: MCU

Characters: Bruce Banner, Justin Hammer

Relationship: Bruce Banner/Justin Hammer

Summary: Justin would put his children above his work any day.

Trigger Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 749

Notes: Something that exclusively I wanted. Bruce and Justin with children, do enjoy!

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Justin rocked the stroller back and forth, trying to focus on the business phone call he was currently attempting to have. The rocking seemed to work a bit, the little girl inside had quietened down and Justin nodded approvingly, focusing back on his phone before a loud scream startled him away from it once again and he groaned quietly.

“Please hang on for a second,” he told the person on the other hand, quickly switching from phone to bluetooth earpiece and putting the cellular down before glancing at his daughter who was screaming her little heart out. With a shake of his head he reached inside the stroller to pick her up, holding her to his chest as he, once again, attempted to go back to the business call. Ever since his children had finally been allowed home, which was going close on four months ago, he’d decided on being a stay-at-home dad. Everything he had to do to run his business could be done remotely from home, with calls and video chats and e-mails. And everything else, well, he had enough people to delegate those duties onto. And sometimes delegating meant putting his husband on baby duty instead.

And being a stay-at-home dad meant he could hold his kids during most any business interaction he had, save for video chats, unless he was feeling particularly risky. With some investors he really didn’t care as much, and in the end, he always prioritized his kids over his work. Just as he was going to do today, because the little miss did not intent to stop crying, even after being held and kissed and coddled, so, with a sigh Justin shook his head.

“I will call you back, I am in no environment for this meeting right now.”

Without waiting for a response he hung up and looked down at the tiny being in his arms.

“Melissa, you’re making it really hard for daddy to work,” he cooed, kissing her tiny forehead, and smiling at the attempt she made at grabbing onto him. “Guess you wanted my undivided attention, hm? Well, you got it now. No pesky investor to distract me, now I can coo you as much as I want to. My darling, widdle princess.” He blew a raspberry on her belly, rejoicing at the giggle that came out of her. “Aw, you like that? Like when I blow on your tum-tum? Yes you do, yes you do!”

“Looking very serious there, Justin,” a voice sounded from the doorway and Justin looked up from his daughter to find his husband with a smirk on his face and their son in his arms. Justin huffed and pulled his daughter closer to his chest. “I need to be the best dad that I can be,” he protested before looking back at Melissa after she made a noise. “Oh, sorry baby, I said you’d have my undivided attention and then you didn’t. You don’t even allow your dad to distract me, huh? What are we gonna do with that? Not even allowed to look at my husband anymore because my little princess needs me to pay attention to her?” He was cooing again, kissing her cheeks, completely lost in dad mode.

Bruce watched him with a smile on his face. Back when they first decided on having children Bruce had been a little worried. He hadn’t been entirely convinced that Justin was cut out to be a father (nor that he was, either, but his husband had cut down that doubt pretty quickly) but after long talks and almost a year worth of discussing it he’d decided that they could handle it together, and Justin had been a natural. Way better at it than Bruce from the get-go. Perhaps it was his experience with his nephew, maybe he’d just informed himself better, but whatever it was, he was a great father.

In his own arms, Gavin was fast asleep and Bruce’s smile softened at the sleepy noise escaping his son. This was everything he’d ever wanted with Justin. Domestic life, far away from stress, and danger, and his father, and whatever else life felt like throwing at him. Just him, his husband, their children, and their dog. Walking over to said husband he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Justin temple.

“As long as I eventually get some of your attention I’m happy to wait.” “Can’t promise anything, darling,” Justin said with a grin. “The little lady gets jealous very easily.”

#marvel #mcu #bruce banner #justin hammer #greenbacks #my writing #gammacannonry

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'Twas The Night of Halloween

Fandom: Marvel, MCU (adjacent)

Characters: Bruce Banner, Justin Hammer

Relationship: Bruce Banner/Justin Hammer

Summary:  When their car breaks down in the middle of a storm, Bruce begins fearing for the worst. Justin being ominous as all get out really wasn't helping with the queasy feeling.

Trigger Warnings: Major character death, Unhappy Ending, Gun Violence

Genre: Thriller/Suspense

Word Count: 2341

Written for the @mfbingo (”Be My Guest”), and the @marvelrarepairbingo2022 (Car breaks down in the middle of nowhere on a dark, stormy night)

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Bruce wrapped his arms around himself a little tighter as he looked out the window. It was cold, despite their car having a very expensive heating system, almost like the mere imagery of the howling winds and lightning outside was enough to chill him to his very core.

The rain hit the roof of the car so loud Bruce was sure it’d break through any moment. He shuddered, focusing his eyes on the road and not on the absolutely horrific sounds coming from all around them.

Justin must’ve heard it too, because in the same moment he turned up the radio, letting Rihanna drown out whatever noise there was. “I hate that song,” Justin complained, eyes glued to the road, because Justin was a lot of things, but irresponsible driver was not one of them. He prided himself on never having had a single accident. Bruce rolled his eyes at the comment, having heard that line a million times before. Justin always complained. Every time it came on. Bruce wondered if he really hated the song as much as he said or if he just liked saying he hated it because it got him attention.

“Then put something else on.” “Wow, genius, why didn’t I think of that? Every other station gets no signal out here! And I don’t have any service either, so we’re stuck with Rihanna’s horrible crawing unless you have a better plan.” And once again Bruce rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he turned his head to glare at Justin. “No need to get rude, asshole. I was just making a suggestion.”

Justin, despite all odds and what Bruce had expected of him, didn’t argue any further, instead gripping the steering wheel tightly as a small, concerned expression made its way onto his face and Bruce frowned. “Is something wrong?” “Only if we don’t make it to the next gas station.” ”What?!” “Nothing, don’t worry.”

Bruce didn’t believe him for a second and when the car broke down a good 10 feet later he knew he’d made the right call.

“Okay, so you’re gonna tell me what’s wrong or are you still gonna try and convince me that everything is fine?” “I… I don’t know why the car broke down,” Justin said quietly. “That wasn’t part of the plan.” Bruce furrowed his brows. “Plan?!” But Justin ignored him, slipping out of the car to take a look under the hood and Bruce hugged himself tighter, biting his lip. He already had his phone in hand, ready to call a tow service and a taxi in case they needed to.

“Jus? You see the issue?” he called out the window and Justin frowned, looking back up at his partner. “There’s no issue. I- I don’t know. Everything’s fine, I don’t get it.” “I’ll call a mechanic.” “No, I can… Maybe I can do something.” “Justin, for fuck’s sake. It’s not like you’re starving, you’re rich, just call a goddamn mechanic!” “Oh yeah, because it’s not like I said I didn’t have any fucking service just two minutes ago!” Justin snapped, slamming the hood of the car shut and walking up to the passenger window. “Jesus Christ, Bruce! I am trying my best here!” “Oh yeah, because talking ominously about reaching a gas station and plans while our car breaks down really screams ‘trying’!”

Justin looked like he wanted to retort something but a loud crack of thunder made them both flinch and a loud, booming noise coming from the forest around them had Justin jumping back into the car in an instant. “I’m not going back out there,” he said. “Who knows what’s lurking in these woods? Maybe bears. Or crazy people ready to rob us.” “I don’t think the car would stop either of them,” Bruce grumbled, glancing around before reaching to the backseat to grab a small blanket. They’d be here for a while and he was cold. Justin seemed betrayed at that. “I don’t get to be warm then?” he asked, offended. “You get to be warm the moment you explain to me what the fuck is going on!” Justin huffed and crossed his arms, looking out the window for a second before sighing.

“I can’t.” “You can’t?” “I’m not gonna put you in danger.” “This isn’t funny anymore, Justin.”

And Bruce waited for Justin to elaborate, hoped the other would actually explain to him what was going on, but nothing came of it. Instead Justin turned to face him, and Bruce had never seen him look so sorry. Justin generally wasn’t the type to apologize. It wasn’t his style, he much preferred to act like he’d always been in the right or like he’d messed up on purpose. Admitting his own faults wasn’t on the table, because that would bruise his fragile ego. Only Bruce ever really got to see the more vulnerable side of the other, and even those moments were rare, but at least Bruce was the person Justin managed to apologize to. Which was good, because otherwise their relationship would have been doomed to fail.

“I know. I’m sorry.” “Justin…” Justin gave him a small, sad smile and shook his head. “I love you.” “If this is some stupid fucked up prank I’m leaving you,” Bruce threatened and Justin nodded. “Yeah, I know.” And that was when Bruce expected an explanation, for Justin to break the act, because he did care about their relationship. But nothing happened. Justin didn’t elaborate further, he didn’t apologize, just… nothing, and now Bruce was positively freaked out, because what the fuck was going on? “Justin-” “Don’t. Okay? Just don’t. Whatever you’re going to say. Zip it. Save it for the press tomorrow. Write a book about how much you hate me, do whatever you want. But don’t say it now.”

Justin sounded agitated and wasn’t that just rich? That Justin got to be the one upset when Bruce was the one left in the dark, on a dark road with the next street lantern being 3 miles in either direction, woods on either side of them, a thunderstorm wailing outside, and no signal to his phone. “I feel like I’m on an episode of Beyond Belief,” Bruce muttered quietly. “Like there’s some ghost that’s stopping us from getting home and he’s gonna fucking kill us or something. I get it, it’s Halloween! It’s funny to scare people! Well, you scared me. It’s no longer funny. I am not going to play whatever Man Door Hand Hook Car Door bullshit you’re staging here!” He’d have expected this kind of behavior from Clint or Tony, but not from Justin. Justin didn’t play pranks, especially not ones as tactless as this. Because, contrary to popular belief, Justin actually was attentive to Bruce. Made sure he was doing okay, comfortable, eliminating any possible triggers when he could. And that made this whole situation so much worse, because a small part of Bruce was starting to believe this whole stupid thing, because fucking christ, of course someone could have tampered with their car. Of course Justin could be involved in something that could be dangerous. He was a shady business man, even if he pretended to be very legal about the things he did. But he wasn’t. Bruce knew better.

“Oh my fucking god.” Bruce buried his face in his hands before looking back up. “I’m going out there and see if I can get some service.” “Are you crazy? One, it’s pouring out there, and two, I literally just came back inside because of bears or coyotes or wood robbers.” “What do you suggest we do then, huh? Jut wait here until whatever shady person you struck a deal with now comes to find us or let the bears eat our car? Wait ‘til morning?” “Maybe someone else will drive by.” Bruce groaned. “And you’re willing to take that chance?” “If you want to go out there be my guest but if you get eaten don’t come crying to me.”

And Bruce was this close to going out there but his breath caught in his throat when a bear crossed the street in front of their car. He held his breath and, luckily enough, it just went past their car to the other side.

He glanced over at Justin and glared. “Zip your ‘I told you so’ okay? I’m not in the mood.”

Justin did as he was told but didn’t seem to happy about it, but that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.

“Are you ready to share the blanket with me now or are you still mad?” “Obviously I am still mad but whatever, I’m too upset to hold a grudge right now,” Bruce said truthfully, watching the small hint of pain flash across Justin’s face. “I’m sorry.” “I know.” “Let’s move to the backseat, okay?” His tone was softer than Bruce had anticipated, especially considering the shouting contest they’d been having on and off since the car broke down but he nodded slowly. Taking a quick glance outside confirmed no current threat from any predator near them and as quickly as he could he got out the door and then back inside in the back. He was luckily not eaten by anything and neither was Justin, so when they were finally seated Bruce sighed before scooting as close to his partner as he could. After a second he rested his head on Justin’s shoulder while Justin wrapped his arms around him, pulling the blanket around them gently.

“How’d you know about any ‘shady people’ I do deals with anyway?” “We get mail sometimes. And phone calls. Not a very sound business practice if you ask me,” Bruce muttered and Justin made a face. “I can’t really do much about that. Not very private information. I didn’t mean for you to find out.” Bruce sighed, cuddling closer for warmth. “I know you didn’t, just like you didn’t want me to find out this time. But I’m not stupid Justin, I know how this goes. You make weapons. There’s shady people involved by default. We’ve had James Wesley at our door one time. I remember that guy. He works for Wilson Fisk, doesn’t he?” Justin stayed quiet at that but all the colour drained from his face and now Bruce knew what this was about. If Fisk was involved and there was some bill he didn’t pay then they were toast. Or Justin was toast. And that’s why he didn’t want him to find out.

Bruce didn’t ask Justin to elaborate. He probably woudn’t have answered anyway and now all the colour was draining from his face as well because this little huddling for warmth in the back of their broken down Mercedes Benz might be the last time he got to be close to his boyfriend.

Neither of them said anything for a while, their breathing being drowned out by the deafening thunder outside that only seemed to grow more heavy as the minutes passed. Eventually Justin kissed his forehead, before shifting a bit to reach into the center console, pulling out a small box.

“I was waiting,” he said quietly. “Was going to wait until our anniversary but I don’t think I’ll last ‘til then.” The words were said with a chuckle but Justin’s voice was shaky. It was like he knew there was no way of escaping the inevitable. They left Bruce feeling cold and he sniffled quietly, having previously been unaware of the tears that had started to set up camp in his eyes. “I’ll just give it to you now. So you have something to remember me by. Well, aside from all the things you’re inheriting, after all. You make up most of my will, you know?”

Those words broke Bruce more than he realized any words could break him. Justin knew he was going to die. Whether they’d reached that gas station or not. He’d written a will and he was leaving it all to him. Bruce couldn’t even make a sound as the tears started falling freely. He just looked up at Justin, helpless. And the same expression was reciprocated by the other. Resting their foreheads together, Justin opened the small box, showing off a ring to Bruce.

“I would ask you to marry me but… we both know it’s not gonna come to that. So just take it, okay? As a gift. Sign of my love for you or whatever. Just… I want you to have it.”

Bruce nodded slowly, reaching out to take the ring with shaky hands. How he managed to slip it on to his finger without dropping it was beyond him, but he managed somehow an now he was wearing the ring of his soon-to-be dead boyfriend that he was never going to marry, in this broke down car in the middle of a fucking thunderstorm, stuck in the middle of nowhere, with no hope of saving anywhere in sight. And even if someone found them, they wouldn’t be saved either. Because Justin was going to die and, if Bruce was unlucky enough, so would he.

“I love you,” Bruce said quietly and Justin just nodded. “I know. I’m sorry.”

He didn’t elaborate what he was sorry for, but Bruce could make a guess. There were probably more things packed in that single word than they had time for right now. Leaning in to kiss Justin gently Bruce could hear a car approaching. He froze and before he had time to react he was pushed down into the seat and Justin was being dragged away from him. He squeezed his eyes shut when he heard a gun-shot. There was no way he was opening them again to see what they had planned for him. But nothing happened until Bruce could hear the car starting again. Which meant they were leaving. When he heard the sound of the car departing he hesitantly opened his eyes. Refusing to look anywhere aside from straight ahead at the dark road he called 911, feeling the nausea become almost overwhelming.

#marvel #mcu #justin hammer #bruce banner #greenbacks #my writing #me pushing brucejus on everyone in hopes someone else will start shipping them #gammacannonry

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You're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul

Fandom: Marvel

Characters: Bruce Banner, Justin Hammer

Relationship: Bruce Banner/Justin Hammer

Summary: It ended with them beneath the bleachers, making out, their hands all over each other and Bruce realized in that moment that maybe accepting that dance was one of the best decisions he’d ever made.And he had been so sure of that too.

Trigger Warnings: Unhealthy relationship, referenced childhood abuse, 

Genre: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort

Word Count:  2111

Additional Notes: This is part of an MCU adjacent AU I have. This describes Justin’s and Bruce’s relationship from start to finish. All you really need to know is that the current day in the AU is 2022, Justin and Bruce are both 30, and that Bruce works at SHIELD.

Written for the @marvelrarepairbingo2022 (Endothermic Reaction) and @mfbingo (The Clock Is Ticking) 

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Their relationship had been off to an absolutely abyssmal start.

Justin Hammer had been afraid of his own homosexuality throughout all of high-school, which generally meant that he was the homophobic kid that acted like he was the straightest guy around while, in secret, he sucked dick behind the school in the afternoon. And him being that person meant that any gay guy that came under his radar was bound to be harassed.

And that’s just what happened with Bruce.

The anger Justin had directed at him was enough to make Bruce see through his facade. Not that it made the situation any better, but he immediately understood where it came from and moved on from it for the rest of the year. And the next. He’d almost forgotten about it until prom came around and suddenly Justin stood in front of him and asked him to dance. He’d been angry at first, was sure that this was just some scheme to embarrass Bruce, but Justin had seemed so honest that, somehow, for whatever dumb reason, he wanted to believe him. And so he did. Tony had called him crazy but didn’t try to keep him from it any more than that, so Bruce was free to make his own dumb decisions.

They’d danced to Love Story and absolutely dominated the dance floor. Bruce wasn’t even aware he could dance but apparently he was better than most of his peers, so that was a small boost to his ego. Justin seemed to be absolutely smitten, so that was a plus as well.

It ended with them beneath the bleachers, making out, their hands all over each other and Bruce realized in that moment that maybe accepting that dance was one of the best decisions he’d ever made.

And he had been so sure of that too.

It was barely a few days after that occurrence that he and Justin started officially going out together. Justin had had his reservations about openly being a couple and it took a fight for him to eventually agree to it. Maybe that should have been the first clue, but Bruce was sure that any couple had hardships at the beginning. They were young, of course they’d fight over stupid things.

Such as education.

Bruce was heading for college and so was Justin, but the college Bruce wanted to go to wasn’t the one Justin was attending, which meant they’d be separated far too often and Justin had insisted they couldn’t manage to maintain their relationship with a few states between them so eventually Bruce had given in. And why wouldn’t he? The college was still an ivy league school and while it meant he’d be away from his best friend he’d at least be with his boyfriend. And hey, Bruce got accepted and they even managed to room together. Bruce wasn’t quite sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, given the freshness of their relationship and the chances of it crashing and burning being quite high, but he was confident that they’d manage.

‘Maybe having reservations should have been a giveaway,’ Bruce would think idly now, reminiscing on his youth as he stared out of the window of his new apartment, the boxes behind him still packed and full and left forgotten.

College didn’t damage their relationship even if their chosen career paths differed greatly and left them with not as much time for each other as either of them probably wished, but still, somehow, it worked. Justin never felt distant or far away when they were together. He’d felt like home, he felt safe and that was all Bruce could ask for, given that he’d never actually felt that anywhere else before, except maybe with Tony.

The coldness came slowly.

It started in their senior year in college, when they’d been discussing getting a place together. They just couldn’t decide on what kind of place to get. Justin wanted something big and extravagant and Bruce knew he’d feel so out of place if they did, but Justin was rich, and Justin had puppy eyes that Bruce just couldn’t resist, so eventually he agreed. When they’d went out to look at a place Bruce couldn’t help the feeling of stepping into an ice cold shower as he entered the house.

Everything was so… big. Overwhelming. Justin seemed happy but Bruce wasn’t. He didn’t think this place could ever feel like home but for Justin he was willing to try, willing to work on it. Because even if he hated the idea of this house he wanted this with Justin, he wanted it so much. And four years were a long time, so Bruce knew exactly that something as small as a feeling of cold wasn’t enough to wreck their relationship.

It, however, persisted when they did eventually move in and oftentimes, when Justin was sound asleep next to him, Bruce would look out of the window into the night sky and wonder if perhaps he made a mistake.

But love conquers all, right?

The next few years went by without a hitch. Or that’s what Bruce told himself. Justin wasn’t happy with his choice in career but he wasn’t controlling about it, didn’t force Bruce to quit, so that was a win in his book. The mere idea that that was the bare minimum didn’t even cross his mind, because growing up he never experienced the luxury of being able to pursue something he wanted. His dad wouldn’t allow anything that brought Bruce joy, so Justin only criticizing his decision and not yelling at him to quit? That was the best Bruce could ask for.

”Are you sure you want to work in that awful field? What if you get radiation poisoning or something?” “Justin, I’m not going to expose myself to pure gamma radiation just for fun. I’ll be safe behind layers and layers of protection.” “I don’t know sweetie… Your smart mind could be put to use another way!” “Justin, if you ask me to be your PA again…”

Justin never quite believed in Bruce’s interests nor did he really support him, but at least it was better than the constant belittling he’d faced as a child. It stung, to not be able to talk about his work and the breakthroughs he made, to never be able to share the pride and excitement about besting his father’s theories, about continuing his work in a way that actually benefitted people, but he could live with that. Justin talked about himself an endless amount and Bruce felt that he probably didn’t have any space to squeeze his own accomplishments in there anyway.

Years later, as he saw the joy on Clint’s faced when he listened to Bruce explain his theory, even if he didn’t understand a single word, did Bruce think that he should have been smarter than that. He should have been smarter from the start. Because that was his thing. He was supposed to be a genius.

The years ticked by and the coldness grew. He felt cold and Justin felt warm, like he was sucking up all the warmth inside of Bruce and using it for himself.

When Justin got down on one knee the first emotion Bruce experienced wasn’t joy; it was fear. Were they ready for this? Realistically they should be. They had been together for ten years now, but somehow Bruce did not feel ready at all for the concept of marriage. All his friends had settled down now and the ripe age of 28 perhaps he should as well, but somehow the mere idea of marrying Justin made him want to break down and cry and scream.

When that emotion had passed, however, Bruce felt incredible joy. So of course he said yes, had ignored his initial gut feeling and just let the feeling of happiness overcome him, embracing Justin, kissing him deeply, and he was able to ignore the biting cold for the first time in years.

They hadn’t gotten around to planning their wedding for quite a while, what with Justin having to run his company and with Bruce getting a job at SHIELD. As the leading scientist in the field of gamma radiation he’d been the one tasked with studying the super soldier serum that everyone and their mother had tried to recreate at some point. Being friends with Tony Stark since childhood had given Bruce one advantage though: Access to Howard’s notes.

Howard hadn’t explicitly given him permission to recreate it, but he hadn’t actually intended to ask for it either. Because he didn’t need to. He’d gotten them when he was younger and him and Tony were rummaging through the attic. They’d found folders upon folders of notes on the serum, the procedure, and the results it had on Steve Rogers. When asked, Howard apparently trusted him enough to not do something stupid with them, which was a perk of being the poster child that his father so proudly paraded around, when behind closed doors he was the family disgrace.

But now they were incredibly useful and Bruce had gotten to work. It led to long nights spent at SHIELD headquarters, cooped up in his lab without many interruptions because Justin never actually checked up on him. Bruce chalked it up to him not wanting to seem too possessive but the iciness became more prevalent as time went on.

It was on their twelfth anniversary that Bruce had had enough.

Justin hadn’t deemed the day worthy enough of donating some of his precious time to and Bruce, who had taken the day off, had been waiting at home with homecooked dinner for hours. When Justin had finally returned home he’d fallen asleep at the table, dried tear streaks visible on his cheeks.

He didn’t like crying, and he wouldn’t admit it to anyone now either, but he’d cried a lot that night. He had spent the hours waiting for Justin contemplating where he went wrong, and why that cold feeling he usually just felt around his fiancé had been spreading throughout his entire life until he finally came to the conclusion that he’d been a fool. An idiot. A fucking dumbass.

Their relationship was doomed to fail from the moment it started but Bruce had been too in love to admit and it brought him exactly to this point. Trapped in a loveless relationship with a soul sucking jerk for a lover.

Justin never taking interest in his life, in his work, in his accomplishments, in any of the things that Bruce enjoyed was telling, and the not berating had long since stopped being the best case scenario. Because even that had faded through the years and Bruce wondered how he could have been so stupid.

So when Justin came home Bruce hadn’t said a word. Instead he simply took off the engagement ring and handed it back to the other. Ignored him and his pleas and whatever else he might have said that Bruce didn’t care enough about to pay attention to, that he didn’t manage to hear over the sound of his breaking heart.

Their breakup was messy and ugly and searching for an apartment might have been the single worst thing he ever had to. Luckily Clint had been so kind to offer him his couch until he found something, and Bruce wasn’t sure what he’d have done without him.

Clint had been the first person to welcome him at SHIELD and the two had hit it off right away. Now, with Tony out of his life thanks to none other than Justin, Clint had quickly ascended the ranks and became Bruce’s best friend. He’d been there for him when no one else was, and he was the person that helped him throughout the entire ordeal.

The last time he saw Justin was when he went back to the house to pack up his things. Once again Justin begged him to stay, promised that he’d change but Bruce wasn’t having any of it. He couldn’t listen to a word Justin said because he couldn’t afford to have second thoughts about this. Marrying Justin would have been the single worst mistake Bruce could have made and he was glad they’d pushed preparations back so much, because if they’d planned immediately he would have been stuck with Justin Hammer for the rest of his life.

Staring up at the ceiling of his new apartment, laying on the bed that made him feel warmer than Justin ever did, he dared to ask himself how much this relationship had ruined him and the answer wasn’t one he was ready for.

#marvel #bruce banner #justin hammer #greenbacks #this is the ship name thats been suggested to me #i love it thank u kleenex #my writing #mfbingo #marvel rare pair bingo #if u think this is the end of their relationship however... #youd be wrong #they get back together #and this time it ends even more in flames than it did this time #currently this ship is the only thing on my mind #and i want other people to think about it too dammit #gammacannonry

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A Moment Of Calm Contemplation

Fandom: Avengers Assemble

Characters: Bruce Banner, Scott Lang, Hulk, Other characters mentioned

Relationship: Bruce Banner/Scott Lang

Summary:  After the events of "De-Hulked" Bruce stares at the night sky and contemplates his existence. Scott is there to keep him company.

Trigger Warnings: Self Worth Issues, Mentioned Belittling

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 1544

Written for the @marvelrarepairbingo2022​ 

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“It’s nice to be back, even if just for a bit,” Bruce said quietly, sorrowful eyes staring up into the sky. The stars were exceptionally beautiful tonight and they mesmerized Bruce as much as they filled him with grief. He wasn't meant to see them anymore unless it was in moments like this, where the Hulk was gracious enough to let him out. It didn't happen a lot and Bruce had to bargain each time, but each time it had been worth it. This time he wasn't so sure. Not after what happened the last time he was out, but he really needed some time for himself to properly cope with it. Hulk had just shoved all his feelings about the situation down and while Bruce was sure that wasn't all that healthy either he didn't really fancy finding out how he stood about the rest of the team thinking of Bruce as entirely useless and unwelcome, because it might just put a change in his and Hulk’ dynamic and he wasn't sure how to handle that.

“It’s nice to have you back. I missed you,” from beside him, Scott spoke. The others hand brushed his and Bruce smiled, even if it was faint. His boyfriend’s presence made the crushing burden of being himself a whole lot easier to bear. Scott, who had been Avenger briefly as they took out Ultron, but who had been Bruce’s boyfriend long before that. They'd met in a lab, one thing let to another, and when they were discovered in the supply closet, well, they’d decided to grab coffee afterwards. It broke Bruce heart to know that Scott would wait for him every time just as much as it pieced it back together. At least one person truly wanted him around. There would always be one person looking forward to Hulk giving way to his smaller and weaker half. He might not be a valuable asset for the team but he could count on Scott being there even if everyone else urged him to just bring Hulk back.

“I know, I missed you too. It's been a while.” “Because you didn't inform me the last time you were around.” Bruce sighed but nodded. “I don't think you actually wanted to see me last time. The whole thing was a mess.”

Someone had told Scott about the situation. Who, Bruce wasn't sure, but he had a feeling it might have been Clint. Clint had been the only one to truly appreciate Bruce's contributions while he was himself, and even if he and Scott might never be best friends they had a mutual understanding far deeper than any of the others, save for maybe Thor and Hulk, who could shared pain and experience in a very similar way. Bruce wasn't sure whether to be angry or grateful about it. He had been planning to go see Scott after he’d stormed out of the tower in frustration. His trip to the café had left him frustrated, only hearing people rave about the Hulk had soured his mood quite a bit, and he had been hoping that Scott would help him clear his mind. Drenkov had put a bitter end to that plan when he kidnapped him, and after Hulk took back control he simply wasn’t himself long enough to see him. Because of course, the time when Hulk let him out, Tony had to trigger him out again.

“It definitely sounded like one, Clint told me you everyone lost their minds.” “It was worse than that.” “I know, Clint told me too. Y’know... maybe I’m glad I left the Avengers. Maybe you could just leave too. Join me, it'd be just us.”

And Bruce considered it. Really, truly considered it. It would be great to just be with Scott, be himself again, leave behind the people that refused to believe in him for him. Because no matter how many times Tony phonily called him his science bro, it didn't change the way he said the words about Bruce only being in the team for being the Hulk so earnestly, like he truly meant them. Natasha and Steve didn't seem all too thrilled about him either. He had just wanted to contribute, make himself a valued member of the team...

He shook his head. “I can't, it's not my choice. The Avengers are Hulks friends, his family. I’m not around enough to make that decision. I can't do that to Hulk.”  

He couldn’t help the sadness that bled into those words. Sometimes he really wished things were different, back to how they used to be before Hulk decided to take over. He’d long since moved past wishing for things to be the way they were before the Hulk even existed, now he’d do anything just to get out more.

Scott just nodded quietly and didn’t push on further. Bruce was grateful for it. He reached out blindly for Scott’s hand, not taking his eyes off the night sky. He would take whatever intimacy he could get with his boyfriend and he smiled softly when Scott decided to sit closer to him, head resting against his shoulder.

”It’s easier with ants,” he said after a bit. “They don’t complain much, they like you for who you are. Maybe I could introduce you to some of them.” “You think they’d like me?” “Oh they’ll adore you.”

Bruce chuckled quietly and turned his head to kiss Scott’s temple, or attempted to at least, because Scott turned his head in just the right moment so that their lips met instead and Bruce was sure this was intentional, but he didn’t mind at all. Why would he? After all, this was the man he loved. He could feel Scott smile into the kiss and at that Bruce did as well. He let go of his hand to instead wrap his arms around the other man, pulling him flush against him.

Scott broke the kiss with a chuckle, grinning up at Bruce. “Missed me more than I thought,” he teased, “if you want me so close.” “Oh shut up and kiss me again.” “Oh, I will, don’t worry. I’m not here just to look pretty. But, before I do that, I gotta ask you something.” He pulled back a bit and Bruce gave him a puzzled look, but didn’t question it, just watching to see what Scott would do.

When his boyfriend pulled out a small box, Bruce narrowed his eyes a bit in confusion, because of course he knew what this meant, there was only one thing it could mean, but Bruce wasn’t sure if Scott actually thought this through. Yes, his boyfriend was a genius much like himself, but very similar to Tony, he tended to just go with the flow, not plan things all the way through and do them as they appeared. He’d often have a plan that sounds great in theory but is thoroughly lacking in execution. Much like this seemed to be.

“Scott, I don’t think-” “No, Bruce, please. Let me do this, okay? I love you. I really, truly love you. And I mean it. I know you aren’t around as much as we both might like, but I’ll wait for you, I’ll always wait for you, even if it is just for moments like these. I don’t know when you’ll be around again, who knows how long next time will take, but what I know is that I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Maybe you can convince the Hulk to let you out long enough for us to do this. Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn’t, and even if we don’t ever find the time to actually get married, I still would love to have this. As a symbol of our relationship, no matter how many worlds are between us. You know? I love you, Bruce.”

Bruce stayed quiet as Scott spoke, not once taking his eyes off the other scientist. He seemed so genuine as he spoke, and Bruce believed him. He knew Scott loved him, and he loved Scott, he just wasn’t sure if they could truly manage this.

“Are you sure? I… I know you said you’d wait for me, I know you do, but it just doesn’t feel fair to you. I don’t want to say yes and bind you down in case the waiting gets too much, you know?” “Bruce, are you serious right now? Do you really think I’d propose to you, tell you that I want to marry you if I wasn’t sure? I am willing to wait, as long as I need, okay? Trust me.”

And so he did. He decided that maybe things could be okay once in a while. He let Scott slip the ring onto his finger, a smile making its way onto his face as he eyed it. It was stunning, beautiful, and Bruce briefly wondered where Scott had got it from before that train of thought was promptly interrupted when Scott pulled him in for another kiss, which Bruce was more than happy to let himself melt into. Had he not been distracted, he might have felt the Hulk in the back of his mind, heard his approval and his blessings.

#avengers assemble #marvel #bruce banner #scott lang #gammaant #my writing

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Undercover Mission

Fandom: Avengers Assemble (Cartoon), Marvel

Characters: Clint Barton. Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Scott Lang

Relationship: Bruce Banner/Scott Lang, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanoff

Summary:  Clint does not understand why Ant-Man is required for this job. Natasha is done with him.

Trigger Warnings: None

Genre: Humor

Word Count: 200

This was written for the @marvelrarepairbingo2022​ !

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“Natasha, I don’t get it,” Clint whined, dramatically draping himself across her shoulder where he was promptly pushed off. He huffed but didn’t let up. “Why do we have to take him along?! Bruce, okay, fine, I get. He’s unassuming, but why freaking Ant-Man?”

Natasha rolled her eyes and cleaned her sunglasses. “Because he is unassuming as well. No one knows Scott Lang, everyone only knows Ant-Man. Plus, they are really convincing as a couple. We won’t qualify, considering how much you botched it last time. You remember the crown, right?” She glanced over to Scott and Bruce, who were giggling about some joke before looking back at Clint. “Besides, I thought you and Scott put aside your differences.”

“Natasha, they are a couple, of course they’re convincing! Look at how disgustingly cute they are, it's almost sickening." He took a glance over to the happy couple as well, who now shared a kiss and Clint fake gagged, before turning back to Natasha. "And just for the record, just because I have decided to not hold a grudge, doesn’t mean we're friends! He's still as arrogant as ever.” “Of course it doesn’t. Now shut up or you’ll blow our cover.”

#marvel #avengers #avengers assemble #clint barton #natasha romanoff #gammaant #bruce banner #scott lang #my writing

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How does it feel to be adored by him?

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Thor Odinson

Relationship: Thor Odinson/Bruce Banner, Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanoff (one-sided), Thor Odinson/Steve Rogers (one-sided)

Summary:  Steve and Natasha discuss their views on Thor and Bruce's relationship.

Trigger Warnings: Jealousy

Genre: Hurt/No Comfort, Drama (possibly)

Word Count:  537

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“They don’t fit together at all,” Natasha said quietly, only loud enough for Steve to hear her. “I don't get how they got together in the first place.”

Steve and her had been watching Bruce and Thor from afar, them being seated on the couch in the avengers lounge, while the couple were leaning against a wall and chatting. They stood way too close to each other for comfort, and the smiles they had on their faces were sickening. From where they sat they couldn't see their eyes, but Natasha was sure that if she could, she’d see them sparkling.

She never had considered herself a jealous person before. Vengeful, perhaps, but not jealous. Not until now, until she realized she’d lost the man she loved to someone else, someone leagues above her. Of course she didn't stand a chance against a god, but the thought of it still filled her with jealousy. Bruce should’ve been hers.

“I don't get it either,” Steve whispered. “They don't have anything in common. I don't think I’ve ever seen them talk before.”

Even considering that fact, though, Steve couldn’t deny they looked happy. The way they laughed, their body language, everything about it was relaxed and casual, and just filled with so much love that Steve felt like he was going to throw up. It was all things he wished he could have, things he had never once. Not with Peggy, there simply wasn’t a chance for that, and now not with Thor either. And he’d been hoping, he truly had been. Things were looking up, he and Thor had gotten closer over time, and just a small spark of hope had formed. Of course, that had been dashed spectacularly when Thor told him he was in a relationship after he’d confessed, and then burned up and died completely when he and Bruce announced that they had apparently been dating for four years. How no one had noticed was a mystery to him, but then again, he didn’t see it coming either, so maybe that was how.

“I don’t get why they have to rub it in our faces,” Steve continued. “They know how we feel, so I don’t get why they feel the need to rub their relationship in everyone’s faces.” “It’s because they’re tactless, especially Thor. They don’t think about how their actions affect others because they’re too caught up in each other to notice.”

Natasha loathed the thought that honestly, she really wanted to be the one with Bruce. Lovey-dovey had never been her style, but the thought of getting to be the one listening to him as he talked, getting looked at with such adoration, have him be as relaxed around her as he was around Thor... it twisted her heart a bit. It would’ve been nice, but it just wasn’t a possibility and she had to accept that. Didn’t mean she couldn’t be petty about it.

“Are we being selfish?” “We are, but we have a right to be. It’s not like we are getting angry at them, just about them. We’re allowed to be upset.”

Then they saw them kiss and Steve gagged.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go somewhere else, I can’t watch anymore.”

#thunderscience #thorbruce #brutasha #thundershield #marvel #mcu #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #avengers #my writing

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In A Heartbeat

Fandom: MCU, Marvel Cinematic Universe (set during Thor 2)

Characters: Tony Stark, Loki Laufeyson, Frigga, Thor Odinson, Odin, Bruce Banner, Malekith

Relationship: Tony Stark/Loki Laufeyson, Bruce Banner/Thor Odinson (background)

Summary: "You have chosen a fool, Loki." Frigga's words were like daggers to his heart.

Trigger Warnings: Major Character Death, Getting Stabbed, Funerals

Genre: Angst, Hurt No Comfort

Word Count: 1072

Additional Notes:  I apologize for the clickbait description. Anyway, as, like a heads up and a bit of explanation. This is a "What If" scenario based off of an AU I have with my best friend. Things you need to know upfront: Frostiron & Thundersciene are established relationships (Frostiron post Avengers 1), Bruce has the Aether instead of Jane, and Loki had already fled Asgard prison prior to these events but he's under Thor's protection. I think that's enough information to not question it.

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Tony flinched when he heard an alarm ring from the general direction of the palace. Of course. Wherever he went, trouble wasn’t far to follow. Thor wasn’t any help in explaining the sound, as he simply said something about prisoners and then flew towards the castle with Mjölnir. Great. He himself couldn't fly right now, so instead he had to walk there with Frigga, Bruce, and Loki. Once they’d arrived at the palace, pretty much having sprinted there, Loki said he’d go and help Thor. Frigga, understanding as she was, told him he should leave and that she'd watch over Bruce and Tony. Now, it wasn't like Tony needed a babysitter, he was very capable of taking care of himself. All he needed was... “Loki! Give me my suit!”

When Loki had put him into the asgardian robes he’d magicked it away, and Tony really needed it back. Without it it he wouldn't be of any help, especially not without even knowing what the hell was happening. But as an Avenger it was his duty to help, and he’d fulfil that duty. Whether he was helping people or Aesir, it didn't matter. Luckily for him, Loki had heard his call and with a quick nod the asgardian robes were gone and his suit had been returned. Showtime. Loki shot him a small smile before heading towards the dungeon and Tony turned to Bruce. “Okay buddy, you're staying with me. And don't freak out, or we’re gonna have to deal with another explosion on top of all this.”

The three made their way towards Frigga's quarters and what they saw was bad. Like, really bad. The prison break had simply been a pawn, because above the rainbow bridge an armada of ships made their way towards the palace. They watched as Heimdall destroyed one of them but more soon followed, too many to destroy.

“They’re here for the Aether, they know where it is, so it absolutely has to stay in this room.”

With that Frigga made a perfect replica of Bruce and ordered the real one to hide behind a pillar. Tony stayed beside Frigga, ready to fight. And, just as expected, one of the Dark Elves entered the quarters soon enough. The replica of Bruce stumbled away from the elf, towards the wall, while Frigga and Tony stepped between them.

“Stand down creature and you may still survive this,” Frigga said, anger visible in her eyes. “I have survived worse, woman.” His voice was cold and calculated and he took a step forward, eyes fixated on the illusion. In that moment, however, Frigga let her sword appear in her hand and Tony shot in his direction. “Don't come any closer!”

They made him back off with ease, Frigga’s sword pressed to his throat while Tony aimed his palm towards the creature’s chest. “Now tell us who you are, asshole!” “I am Malekith, and I would have what it is mine.” Suddenly Tony and Frigga were grabbed from behind and, while they were still struggling to escape (or at least Tony was, Frigga didn't seem too distressed by the whole ordeal), Malekith made his way towards the illusion. “You have taken something, human. Give it back.” When he tried to grab the replica, however, his hand went right through. Enraged he turned towards Frigga and glared at her. “Witch! Where is the Aether?” “I’ll never tell.” “I believe you.”

Right in that moment she managed to free herself from the clutches of the creature which reacted quickly and grabbed Frigga's sword, making a move to stab her. Because the creature was busy with Frigga, Tony managed to get loose as well and, without thinking things through, he threw himself between Frigga and the creature, the sword going clean through his suit and body. Just a moment later Tony went down and a loud “No!” sounded from the door and lighting lit up the room, the force of it strong enough to throw Malekith and the creature out of the window. Bruce, who was still hiding behind the pillar, pressed a hand in front of his mouth to keep from making a sound, absolutely terrified, refusing to move from his spot.

Loki, who arrived with Thor, refused to accept the scene unfolding in front of his eyes. This wasn't happening, this couldn’t be happening! Anthony hadn't been hurt, that just simply wasn't possible. He couldn't be- His mother drew him back to reality and out of denial. Her words were like daggers into his heart.

“You have chosen a fool, Loki. A mere mortal, sacrificing his life for a goddess.”

Pity was evident in her tone of voice, and, whether he wanted to or not, Loki had to accept that this was reality. “Anthony...” He fell to his knees next to his boyfriend and cradled him in his arms. “Anthony, you can’t- you gotta- Why do you have to be such a fucking idiot?!” Desperately he tried to work his healing magic, even if it was in vain. He couldn't revive the dead, but he refused to accept that fact. “Fucking damn it, Anthony!” he cried, yelling at the lifeless body of his boyfriend, not stopping with the healing spells until Odin forcefully removed him from Tony’s corpse. “He's dead, accept it!” But Loki couldn’t. He trashed around, yelled at Odin to let him go, for him to do something. It was too soon for Tony to be dead, he wasn't ready yet. It had only been a heartbeat.

Tony had received a traditional asgardian funeral. Odin had not been happy about it at first, but gave in after Thor and Loki insisted. Frigga herself took her sons’ side, saying that Tony having saved her life was enough for him to get a warrior’s funeral. The only attendants were Bruce and the royal family, with a few guards spread around to ensure no disturbances. Originally, it had been the plan that Loki was supposed to shoot the arrow to light up the boat, but just at the thought he’d broken down, so Thor had shot it instead. It was quiet. Nobody had said a word as they watched the boat sail away. Thor had wrapped his arms protectively around Bruce, both of them seeking solace in each other. Loki knelt on the ground and cried as he watched the flames. He felt guilty, like it was his fault, but mostly he felt alone.

#marvel #mcu #frostiron #thunderscience #tony stark #loki laufeyson #bruce banner #thor odinson #avengers #my writing #txt

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Christmas in St. Canard

Fandom: Ducktales (2017)

Characters: Gosalyn Mallard, Drake Mallard, Launchpad McQuack, Dewey Duck (mentioned), Thaddeus Waddlemeyer (mentioned), Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera

Relationship: Drake Mallard & Gosalyn Mallard, Gosalyn Mallard & Launchpad McQuack, Drake Mallard/Launchpad McQuack, Gosalyn Mallard & Thaddeus Waddlemeyer

Summary:  Christmas was a hard time for Gosalyn and Drake wasn't sure how to help.

Trigger Warnings: Implied/Referenced Character Death, Loss of a loved one

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 1872

This is my entry for the @duckfamilyficexchange ! I wrote this for @whimsical-adhd-gal-pal-1910 and I really hope you enjoy it! This was my first time writing these three characters, so I hope I managed to do them justice!

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It was Gosalyn’s first Christmas without her grandpa. The days approaching the holiday weren’t fun. Gos had been more reclused, more quiet. The realization that she wouldn’t see him again had been heavy when she’d first had it but now those feelings were coming back full force. Christmas was a time for family but the only family she had wasn’t there any more. That didn’t mean she was alone though.

Drake had been trying his damn best to make sure Gosalyn felt less alone and knew that he was there for her. The two still hadn’t quite yet reached the level of bond that he’d hoped, but at least there was mutual understanding. She saw him as <i>maybe</i> a weird uncle that stuck around, and less like a father figure. Which, given that he was now her legal guardian, was a bit sucky but he could live with it, as long as she felt at least somewhat comfortable around him. He couldn’t wish for anything more, honestly. But Christmas... He hadn’t been looking forward to it. The holiday was a hotspot for criminals, robbers, and even some of the worse things that he refused to call by name. Crime rates rose and so did the number of migraines he had. And now he had to worry about that <i>and</i> keeping a kid happy. How was he going to do it?

He had hoped that decorating the hideout and propping up a gigantous Christmas tree would help her get in the spirit but, if Drake read the room right, it only caused her to feel even worse. Her screaming that she hated Christmas and didn’t want to see him helped clear that matter up. New plan, then. Fenton would know what to do, he probably had experience with kids, right? Turns out that, no, Fenton did not have any experience with kids but he told him that Launchpad hung around McDuck manor, which housed four kids, so surely this guy was the one that knew how to deal with children. And that was a brilliant idea. Why hadn’t he thought of it before? Launchpad had been so good with Gos and Dewey before. He’d know what to do. A bang on the wall of Gosalyn’s room told him that he should ask sooner rather than later.

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“Heyyy Launchpad. Think you can come over?” Drake sat down on his swivel chair, nervously spinning from side to side. “I know it’s short notice, but I’ve got a situation here and I could really use some help.” “What do you mean ‘a situation’? Some villain?” “No, worse. An angry child.”

Launchpad was, predictably, confused about that. So Drake explained. He felt very useless about not being able to handle this situation by himself, but at least his boyfriend wouldn’t judge him. That was a plus of dating Launchpad, he never got judged for anything. He wasn’t even sure if Launchpad was capable of negative emotions towards someone, the pelican was just an absolute sweetheart.

“So, let me get this straight. Gos is upset and you need help?” “Yes LP, that’s precisely it. Can you help me?” After a moment of silence, Drake could practically hear Launchpad’s excitement through the phone. “OH! Why don’t you guys just come and celebrate Christmas with us at the mansion? Gos will have all the other kids, and you can get parenting advice from the best dad that I know!”

Spending Christmas in a mansion? Well, that certainly wasn’t what he had in mind but maybe it would actually work. Sure, Gosalyn probably would prefer to stay alone and cooped up in her room, but that was neither productive nor healthy.

“You know what LP? Sounds good, can you come pick us up?”

-

After he hung up the phone he took a deep breath, trying to decide how to best breach the subject to Gosalyn without getting yelled at (or at least getting yelled at the minimal amount. No yelling would probably be a Christmas miracle). He paced around a bit before going to knock on her door.

“Gos? You awake?”

That was greeted by what he could only assume was a pillow hitting the door. Or maybe one of her weapons. He couldn’t be sure, the girl had one hell of a throw.

“Go away! I don’t want to see you!” “You don’t have much of a choice, young lady. Pack a bag, we’ll be spending Christmas in Duckburg.”

There was a moment of silence and Drake was prepared for her breaking down the door or something in anger, but nothing happened. Then after another moment he could hear footsteps and the door slowly opened.

“What do you mean ‘We’re spending Christmas in Duckburg’?” “Launchpad invited us over, so we don’t have to be all alone here. You’ll get to spend time with Dewey and the other kids.”

She didn’t seem to hate the idea, which was a big relief for him. He had not been expecting her to just play along, so this saved him quite some time with child wrangling and persuasion. Gos didn’t say anything else, just nodding before going back into her room to, what Drake could only hope, pack her bag. After she closed the door again he literally pat himself on the shoulder.

“You did it Mallard, you know how kids work.”

-

Launchpad arrived about half an hour later, and Drake hoped he didn’t kill someone on his way here. Duckburg to St. Canard was usually at least an hour worth of driving, so the speeding LP had to do to get here in half the time scared him a bit. Here’s to hoping he wouldn’t do that on their way <i>to</i> the mansion.

By now Launchpad had a set of keys, so Drake wasn’t at all surprised when he randomly got wrapped into a hug by his boyfriend. (Well, okay, maybe he was a BIT surprised by it. Maybe he let out a yelp and threatened to fight Launchpad, but who was keeping count?)

“Hi Drake. I’m here to pick you and Gos up. Is she ready?” “Good question. I haven’t checked on her since telling her to pack a bag. She didn’t seem to hate the idea, though, so she probably will be.” Launchpad nodded and kissed his cheek before letting go of him. “I’ll go check on her!”

Surprisingly, Gosalyn had indeed had a bag packed. She seemed to not be completely opposed to going to Duckburg, which Launchpad was welcoming, definitely. Gently he knocked on her door.

“Hey, little buddy. It’s me. And by me I mean Launchpad. Can I come in?”

There was a moment of silence but then the door opened with a small creak.

“Come in.”

Launchpad nodded, following the duckling to her bed and slowly sitting down on it. He made sure to not get into her personal space and gave her a concerned smile.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on?”

Gos shrugged and hugged herself, staying quiet for a bit before sighing.

“It’s hard,” she admitted quietly. “To not have a family anymore for Christmas. When I was younger, my grandpa and I, we had each other. He always took me out to go ice skating, or see the big tree in the city square. But now he’s gone, and I’m all alone.”

Tears had set up camp in her eyes, and she wrapped her arms around herself in attempt do get some sort of comfort. She didn’t like to think about her grandfather being gone. It filled her with sorrow, and guilt, and rage, and she hated all three of those feelings equally. Why did this have to be so hard?

Launchpad’s expression was sympathetic and slowly he put his hand on her shoulder.

“Losing someone is never easy,” he said, tone gentle. “You can’t just get over someone, just like that, and being without them makes you feel like macaroni without the cheese. But you see, it’s like when you crash a plane. The impact is the worst, because it hurts a lot and it’s very sudden. It will hurt for a while. And then you have to build the plane back up again, and that takes so long you wish you could just snap your fingers and it’s whole again.”

Gosalyn turned to face him, confused. She wasn’t sure if she was following him, but maybe he had a point he was trying to make. He was her friend after all, and he wouldn’t just say something without meaning to the conversation, no matter how oblivious he was sometimes.

“When you finally fix it,” Launchpad continued, “it’s never quite the same. Some parts are damaged, some parts are replaced. It’s different. But there’s something that makes fixing it way easier. A crew. If you have a crew you don’t have to do everything by yourself, you’re not alone.” “But I don’t have a crew,” Gos interjected loudly, though she wasn’t angry. She was upset.

Launchpad’s smile was soft, and he shook his head. “But you do. Gos, we’re your crew. Me, Drake. Dewey too. We’re here for you, we’re gonna help you fix your plane.”

And just like that, Gosalyn understood what he meant. She stayed quiet for a while, contemplating his words, making the connections. Launchpad gave her all the time she needed to figure herself out, just sitting there and waiting. Eventually, she faced him again and wiped away her tears.

“Maybe you’re right,” she said quietly. “Thank you.”

With that she wrapped him up in a hug.

-

Meanwhile, Drake was pacing nervously. Launchpad had been talking to Gosalyn for a while now, and he had no idea what they were saying. That wouldn’t be an issue, was he not scared for his daughter. She had so many emotions to deal with right now, and, while he loved Launchpad, he also knew the other could be a bit much. And maybe she was yelling at him, maybe he said something wrong. He sighed and ran a hand through the feathers on his head, deciding that all pacing was doing was hurting his feet.

He sat down on the couch, now instead nervously tapping his feet as he waited. He really, really hoped Launchpad would be able to help her. Because he didn’t want her to feel alone, and he just couldn’t do it. He’d never handled a child before, much less a grieving one. What was he supposed to do if this didn’t work? Only heavens knew.

When he heard a door open his head whipped around, antsy, and then suddenly all his anxiety evaporated. Launchpad came out of the room with Gosalyn on his shoulders, both of them smiling. Quickly he got off the couch and walked towards them, trying for a smile.

“Hey Gos. You feeling okay?” The duckling nodded. “I think I am. Launchpad helped me realize some stuff. Sorry, for being mean to you and angry, by the way.” Drake sighed and shook his head. “You’re dealing with a lot, I get it. We can talk about it later.”

Gos seemed relieved at not having to address that right now and nodded.

“We should get to Duckburg. I have a plane that needs fixing.” “What?”

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #gosalyn mallard #drake mallard #launchpad mcquack #duckfamilyficexchange

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Please Don’t Leave Me [BTHB]

Fandom: Ducktales 2017

Characters: Dewey Duck, Huey Duck, Louie Duck, Other Duck Family members mentioned

Relationship: Huey Duck & Louie Duck & Dewey Duck

Trigger Warnings: Self Worth Issues

Words:  627

Dewey awoke with a yell, eyes nervously darting around as he sat up. Everything was dark and he couldn't see. He didn't know where he was, he couldn't see his brothers, his uncles, his mother, no one. He was alone, he was all alone- it wasn't a dream, it was all real. Everyone was gone and left him behind. They left him because he was no good! His breathing had turned into hyperventilating at this point and he hugged himself tightly, the tears falling freely because no one was there to see them anyway. He didn't need to seem strong anymore when everyone else assumed he was weak anyway. What was the use of being strong when there was no one to be strong for?

His mother thought he was a failure, that he would never live up to her legacy. She was so brave and so strong... She could do anything she put her mind to. And Dewey? Well, he wasn't. He may be reckless and energetic but he was always so scared when things got serious. He tried to cover it up but he knew that she knew, and that made her so upset with him. She was disappointed and that was the worst feeling ever. Same with Uncle Scrooge. He said he never considered him his nephew and only as a burden, because he did everything wrong. He wasn't smart like Huey or calculating like Louie. He wasn't strong like Webby or tough like Scrooge himself. Still just a failure. Would never be anything else...

Uncle Donald hadn't said anything. He had just turned his back on him and walked away when he needed him most.

But his brothers' words were the worst.

'We hate you', 'You are so annoying!' 'You are a stupid featherbrain!' 'It would be better if we were just twins!' Hearing his brothers, his best friends, saying things like that made Dewey want to curl up. If not even his brothers could love him then who would? He ruined everything, he was a failure, a mistake, nobody loved him and nobody wanted him. He had cried out after them, begging them to stay, apologizing for being bad, but it didn't work and now he was all alone in the dark. Alone, scared, and cold. He heard the shuffling of sheets and held his breath. This was a monster, they had sacrificed him, that's why they all left, there was a monster. He let out a sob when he felt his mattress dip at the foot of his bed. In the dark he saw something reach out and-

"Dewey?" a sleepy but concerned voice broke the silence. "Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?" "H-huh?"

The monster was... speaking to him and asking if he was okay? He blinked quickly, trying to get the tears out of his eyes without moving and frowned. The monster didn't look like a monster. It looked like... his brother. "Huey...?" the duckling asked quietly, voice a bit croaky. He saw the other nod before he was being pulled into a hug. Before he knew it, Dewey was already clinging to his brother, crying into the other's shoulder while the red clad duckling rubbed his back. He was trying to explain his nightmare, managing to croak out something about monsters and being alone.

Another pair of arms wrapped around him quickly enough, and he heard Louie mumble something about being woken up by Dewey's crying and that he better have a good reason to cry. Giving a small smile at that, because he knew Louie didn't mean it, Dewey clung tightly to his brothers.

"Please don't leave me," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "We would never," Huey whispered back, pulling his brother closer.

#ducktales 2017 #bad things happen bingo #dewey duck #louie duck #huey duck #ducktales #bthb #My writing #forgot to upload it here lol

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I’m Fine!

Fandom: She-Ra and The Princesses of Power (2018)

Characters: Sea Hawk, Double Trouble, Frosta (Mentioned)

Relationship: Double Trouble/Sea Hawk

Summary:  In hindsight, mocking Frosta probably wasn't the best idea.

Trigger Warnings: Small mention of food, being sick

Genre: Fluff, Snifflefic

Word Count: 559

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"Dearest, I told you to not challenge Frosta," Sea Hawk scolded gently, putting a warm cloth on Double Trouble's forehead. The other let out an indignant sniffle at that and tried to turn away, but didn't find the strength to. "I told you I'm fine! It's just a small cough, I'm basically in perfect health." And they thought they were pretty convincing too, but then a stupid wave of coughing had to come and ruin everything. Shaking his head, Sea Hawk wrapped another blanket around them. "Love I am not going to let you deny this and get even more sick. You are going to lay down, sleep, and I will make you a lovely hot broth to help the sickness go away."

With that Sea Hawk got up to fetch the promised broth, leaving Double Trouble huffing as they curled up into the pile of blankets they had around them. Maybe Sea Hawk was right and they shouldn't have mocked Frosta's ice powers, because being frozen solid wasn't exactly the most fun thing to be. She had refused to defrost them as well, so they had to be thawed for quite a bit until she relented, which left them in their current condition: sick. It was a simple cold, so it wouldn't be the death of them, but then again they were coldblooded so they needed to be careful. Which was probably why Sea Hawk was doing his best to keep them warm. It was quite sweet.

Speaking of the devil, their husband returned with broth and hot cocoa, placing both on the table next to their bed. "My love I brought you hot cocoa as well, as I know how much a hot drink can warm even the coldest of hearts!" "Are you saying I'm a jerk?" "No I'm saying your heart is quite literally cold right now, your body temperature is worrying," he tutted, making sure the blankets were wrapped around them tightly. DT was going to protest but was cut off by a sneeze, instead opting for pouting now. Sea Hawk seemed to love the sight, if the heart eyes were any indication.

With a snicker, Double Trouble's pout turned into a smirk. "With the look you're giving me, one could think you have a thing for me," they teased and blew him a kiss, which in turn made Sea Hawk laugh. "I have been found out, it seems! Well, there's no denying it anymore. I do have a thing for you. Maybe a bit more than just a thing, considering I married you." With that he leaned forward to give them a small kiss. Usually it would bring a smile to DT's face, but now it just made them shake their head. "If you're gonna kiss me you'll end up sick too." "Dearest, I will be fine, I have never been sick in my life!"

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"Not a word," Sea Hawk huffed, cuddling into Double Trouble's side. It hadn't even been two days, and now Sea Hawk had, of course, caught a cold as well. The sailor was handling it a lot worse than Double Trouble was, though maybe he was just trying to outdrama them. They'd let him have this, because it was cute, seeing their usually overconfident partner all pouty and whiny. "I'd never say anything, darling," they hummed, kissing Sea Hawk's forehead.

#she ra and the princesses of power #spop #sea hawk #double trouble #seatrouble #my writing

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(Never) Enough

Characters: Alphonse Elric, Edward Elric (Mentioned), Winry Rockbell (Mentioned), Pinako Rockbell (Mentioned), Mei Chang (Mentioned)

Relationship: Edward Erlic & Alphonse Elric, Winry Rockbell & Alphonse Elric, Pinako Rockbell & Alphonse Elric

Summary:  Fullmetal Alchemist here, Edward Elric there. It was always about Edward, and Alphonse couldn't help but feel left behind.

Trigger Warnings: Self Deprecation, Self Worth Issues

Genre: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending

Word Count: 1052

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To Alphonse Edward was the greatest person in the world. His older brother was strong, determined, and loyal. No matter what, he always looked out for him, he would always put Alphonse first. His selflessness was a feat he truly admired. To him, Edward was a hero. And to a lot of other people as well.

Fullmetal Alchemist here, Edward Elric there. Wherever they went they got recognized, and whenever they got recognized people fawned over Edward. At first Al had found it just very weird, to have so many people know their names, to have people proclaiming themselves to be their biggest fans. They were still just kids after all. The only girl Ed ever showed interest in was Winry, and now he had all of these other teens fawning over him, throwing themselves at him, claiming to be his future wife. It was strange, no doubt. Though Alphonse's confusion soon turned to fondness. And then to envy. Or was it jealousy? He wasn't sure.

It was always about Edward. Maybe sometimes they were known as "The Elric Brothers" but in the end it was still Ed who got the most attention. For the longest time Al tried to not let it get to him. To be quiet about it and let his brother have that fame. He was older. He was a hero. And everything in Edward's world revolved around him, so the entire world was allowed to revolve around Ed for once. But it still stung, to get confused for his brother and then promptly cast aside once it was clear that he wasn't, to always just be known as the sidekick, the background character, the weak one.

He wasn't weak! He was strong, he could do alchemy well, and hell, he could be a state alchemist if he really tried! He knew he could! But... he didn't try. He wasn't really sure why he never did, maybe it was the nagging feeling of fear. That little nugget of not being good enough. Or maybe he wanted Ed to have this. Being the one that everyone knew the name of. Whatever it was, it would have kept him awake at night had it not been for the fact that he didn't need to sleep. But because he didn't need to sleep he had all the time in the world to think and consider, go through all the possibilities, plan and then cancel all of it in the same breath. It was a strange way of catharsis and in the morning he oftentimes felt just a bit better. Except he didn't. He had just gotten good at hiding it. No reason to worry anyone when there were more important things happening right now.

Though some nights he never got farther than 'I want to be noticed'. His thoughts would keep looping on those words over and over again, replaying scenarios too many times to count, shedding tears that never materialized. The urge to cry was so strong in those nights and yet he never could. It never worked. He wasn't human anymore, he didn't have tear ducts. He was nothing more than a soul in a shell. A shell he loathed more than anything. A body that couldn't feel, a heart that didn't beat, a brain that never thought. If he didn't know any better he'd almost think he wasn't real. But he had already been down that rabbit hole once, no need to go there again. If he did... who knew if he would lose his trust in Edward again, and that would be catastrophic. He couldn't, not right now.

Edward cared so much about him. More than about anyone or anything else. So much it hurt sometimes. And every time he reminded himself of how much Ed cared he felt horrible for being so selfish. For wanting more than he had. For wanting attention, love, worry from other people. Because he had his brother and that should be enough. But it never was and he hated himself for it. So he pushed the feeling down. Deep deep down, buried it. There would be time to revisit it when they had their old bodies back. Maybe then people would love him for who he was.

Mei Chang adored him but it didn't feel real. She didn't love <i>him</i> she loved the <i>idea</i> of him. Some idealized version she'd made up in her mind that he would never live up to. Not to mention that she was a kid and so was he. How could he ever be a noble hero of a prince? He was a kid. Mei and him were both kids. They were kids... Her love wasn't real, and while he enjoyed the attention, it hurt him just the same. Knowing it was all made up, knowing he would not be good enough if it was just him.

And then he remembers his family. His mother, Pinako, Winry... He remembers Mustang and Hawkeye. Major Armstrong and even Mr. Hughes... Mr. Hughes who had cared about them so much, who died because of them. And most of all he remembers Ed. His brother, his hero, who would do anything for him. And maybe he wasn't so alone. Maybe there were people that cared about him. That liked him for who he was.

When they were younger, Winry had often come to sit with him at night. Keep him company until Pinako ushered her to bed. And then Pinako would sit with him instead. "I am old, I have slept enough to last me 'til the end of my life" she often claimed, with that smile only a mother had. The knowing look she gave him, he could see the compassion in her eyes. It was sweet. Major Armstrong who always tried to check in with them, who wanted to keep them safe no matter what. Riza Hawkeye who would have given her life for him. His brother, who checked with him no matter what. Who reminded him that he was still a person, who would make jokes just to cheer him up. Whose biggest request in life was for them to be happy. And while the thought hurt just a bit, it brought him comfort all the same.

People cared about him. He wasn't alone. He was enough.

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Somewhere Between Love And Loss - Masterpost

This is my entry for the @ts-storytime 2020 Big Bang! Before we get started I would like to gice a huge thanks to my beta @lemon-emmerson and my artist @vdkstar !

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Pairings: Virgil/Remus, Janus/Logan, Patton/Roman

Rating: T, contains some swearing and some fighting

Warnings: Fighting, Talk of (fictional) gods and religion, demons, mention of broken bones, dogs, mentions of a gun, someone being hurt by a spear

Additional Notes: Janus has a different name with in-universe explanation; Virgil, Patton & Remy are princes and brothers; Darion (Janus), Remus & Roman are demons; 

The art can be found here!

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