#mota plot

[privatebooth]

Someone made me contemplate the idea of lovebites...

Something something about who wants to mark and to be marked and what it means to who...

Anyway. It gave me something to go on!

Still during MotA, while they stay the night at chateau Haine.

Takes place after they have sex and cuddle

After their hearty talk Hawke and Fenris made love, likely with Fenris on top, with Hawke pointing out that whatever anyone may say or think, Hawke gave himself to Fenris. And when Tallis or any of those noble snobs try to flirt with Hawke, Fenris is still the only one who matters and the only one who gets to do what he wants with him.

Once they were done with that they talked some more and discussed the idea of marking each other.

This too might have been Hawke's idea (because he doesn't really think much about these things, but feels it might be important to Fenris). He suggests that Fenris put his mark on him, lay claim in a way, and after that Fenris asks Hawke to do the same to him, so that they have matching marks.

Not exactly in your face, but not to be concealed either.

Yeah, yeah, we all know Fenris wants to be free and rid of his old slave settings, but I can't help believing he'd enjoy Hawke claiming him as his, having a physical reminder that Hawke chose him, especially if he gets to do the same.

[feyd-meowtha]

It was a warm night the last time Bucky saw Curt alive. A clear blue desert night, the sort of night that country songs are made of. It was a night on the edge of a tomorrow that might never come. A night to live or die on, nothing in between.

I am proud to present another meditation on death thinly disguised as WW2 RPF by Tumblr user feyd_meowtha, coming to an ao3 near you this summer!

[avonne-writes]

https://www.tumblr.com/avonne-writes/757613623658102784?source=share

Hello! Love the list :) so many good ones. But how about either 6 for the angst, or 13 for the (potential) fluff? Whatever you prefer!

Thank you for the prompt! 💖 This will be a HS AU drabble, set on the night of their prom. Just some simple fluff.

13. Drunken/drugged/sleepy confessions

Gale drifts on the gentle currents of sleep, giving in to the heavy weight dragging his eyelids closed. Long arms hold him warm and safe, and Bucky's chest rises and falls under his head like waves of the sea. It’s easy to imagine that Gale’s floating, rocked asleep by water - he certainly feels light enough for it.

Bucky brushes the back of his knuckles over Gale’s cheek. "What a night, huh?"

Gale hums. He knows he doesn’t have to add anything more to the conversation - Bucky can tell from the tone of his hums what they’re meant to say. They had their senior prom tonight, their last school dance. It’s hard to believe. Four years have gone by in the blink of an eye. But at the same time, Gale feels so... old. So sober, looking at the layers of naivety growing up scrubbed off him. He feels like an adult, but also not at the same time, and he doesn’t know what to do with that thought.

For now, he’ll just let himself bask in the afterwaves of the evening. In the new memories - the fun they had at the dance, then all the celebration that followed in Bucky's bed. Warmth pools in his chest and stomach when he thinks about it.

"I had the most gorgeous arm candy in the whole room." Bucky teases, running his fingers over the parts of Gale's arm that Gale's pj shirt doesn’t cover. "I wonder how our photos are gonna come out."

Here, the sound Gale makes is more of a groan, and it pulls a rumbling laugh out of Bucky. "Mom's gonna frame one for sure."

When Gale just continues dozing peacefully, he adds, "Maybe I will too." He thumbs at the inside of Gale's elbow, his voice as whimsical as it usually is when he's happy.

"You’re sleeping on the couch then." Gale mutters.

"Why?" Bucky laughs, then clicks his tongue. "We don’t even have a couch yet, and you're kicking me out of our bed."

Gale shifts to lie on his back, his head pillowed on Bucky’s arm. Under the blanket, he tangles his feet with Bucky’s. "We don’t have a bed either."

Predictably, Bucky rolls after him, draping himself over Gale with his elbows propped up on either side of Gale's head. Although Gale doesn’t open his eyes, he can’t help but smile in anticipation of the kisses that Bucky peppers all over his face a second later.

"We gotta look for a mattress together." Bucky mumbles against his cheek as Gale's hands slip under his shirt to stroke his back. "Something nice and bouncy."

Gale cracks his eyes open and raises a playful eyebrow. The shit-eating grin he expects appears on Bucky’s face without delay. Bouncy. Right.

Truth is, the idea that they're going to buy things specifically for the two of them makes his stomach flutter. They're going to have their own space, their own bedroom. Privacy. Anything they want to do, anytime they want. No one to judge them, no one they'd bother. The promise of that kind of freedom feels intoxicating already.

Bucky tucks his face into the crook of Gale's neck and sighs in contentment. "Tell me a secret."

Gale's fingertips settle in the valley of Bucky's spine. "You know all my secrets."

"Come on, everyone has secrets."

"Yeah? Tell me one then."

Silence reigns while Bucky thinks it over. "Curt and Kenny are back together again. I saw them making out in the bathroom tonight."

Gale snorts. "That’s gossip, not a secret."

Bucky shifts on top of him, fidgety. It’s obvious to Gale that his thoughts are running wild again, but Gale doesn’t acknowledge it. He's too sleepy. He could drift off like this, with his boyfriend's weight on top of him. Wouldn’t it be nice? He sighs and leans his head against Bucky's.

He waits patiently, and it pays off as usual. A moment later, Bucky opens his mouth again. "I'm so sleepy."

That's not a secret either, Gale wants to poke at Bucky, but he just yawns and hums again.

"But I keep thinking of you in that tux."

Gale bites his lip. Considers it. He almost tells Bucky that he’s on board if he doesn’t have to move too much, but Bucky continues before he could say it.

"While we were dancing tonight, I kind of imagined it was our wedding." Bucky kisses his neck. "Didn't wanna tell you, but you got it out of me."

Gale grins at the ceiling. Secrets don’t remain secrets too long when Bucky has to keep them from him. "Didn't take much, did it?"

Bucky laughs and kisses him on the lips. When he pulls back, Gale cups his face. "Guess I owe you a confession now."

Even in the dim light, he can see the corners of Bucky’s eyes crinkle. "Guess you do."

Gale combs his fingers through Bucky's curls. "What if I told you I imagined the same?"

Bucky's exhale rushes out of him in surprise, but he recovers quickly with a smirk. "Well, I imagined our wedding night too."

Gale snorts a laugh.

[wwasted]

me, lying here wide awake at 4 am unable to stop thinking about a clegan social media high school au. so here’s a thousand words of Thoughts so maybe I can sleep tonight.

Gale’s instagram isn’t all that telling when you’re viewing it. He doesn’t really post himself that often because he doesn’t find himself that interesting to look at despite how the girls at school react to him. It’s all pictures of endless Wyoming skies in shades of orange and pink, animals he sees while he walks home from school, and Marge. The few photos he does have of himself are giving artsy indie folk all americana boy, the tousled blond hair and blueblueblue eyes. John’s page on the other hand is chaos. He regularly posts memes that make absolutely no sense, like he’s def got deep fried brain rot. He has notifications turned on for the nutter butter TikTok account. It’s a lot of him at parties hanging off people because he’s tactile and loves being a good time boy. And then even more prevalent is him in his baseball uniform. Which is how Gale finds him one day, when he pops up on his popular page and he just about throws his phone out the window. For a minute he almost panic refreshes because his mind is not ready to confront the fact that he’s definitely fucking gay judging by the way he felt like he was falling out of a plane without a parachute at just a glance of John. And honestly who could blame him? The tight baseball pants tucked into long socks, the shirt that looks way too tight to actually be something the guy can wear to play a sport, the serious determined look he has. And Gale refuses to believe this dude isn’t a fucking actor or a model or something because who the fuck looks like that as a teenager? Yeah Gale got an average height and decent voice from the puberty lottery but he sure as fuck wasn’t built like that. And then he clicks on his page and realizes that John has 600 something followers (which is crazy, bc Gale has like 60, he can’t imagine knowing that many people) and is definitely a high school student judging by his bio. And he just kind of dies a little bit? He feels light headed, like he’s been struck dumb by just one picture of this kid. And is it possible to fall in love with someone from just one picture? Gale doesn’t want to deal with those thoughts. So he just turns off his phone and stares at the ceiling, willing himself to sleep so he can’t forget about John and baseball pants. He doesn’t even fucking like sports.

But he definitely remembers John’s username (even though he’d rather not and it’s probably something weird so he really shouldn’t) and he’ll come back a few times a week and check to see if John’s posted anything new. And John doesn’t disappoint. He’s much more open about sharing himself and his life than Gale ever could be. And he’s content with having this crush from afar because he’s absolutely never following this guy (yeah he has a lot of followers, but not enough that he wouldn’t notice if someone new followed him) and it all goes according to plan until he’s sitting with Marge at lunch one day, and she’s hanging off him, arm around his shoulders, talking to one of her girlfriends. And Gale can’t resist sneaking a peek at John’s insta. (Cue Gale frantically googling whether it’s possible to be addicted to looking at a person) and Marge just happens to glance down when she feels the change in his body language and it’s totally innocent, she just thinks maybe this is some guy Gale is talking to, she knows he’s been trying to discreetly explore his sexuality more and is trying to be supportive, so she says “oh he’s cute” and reaches down and double taps a photo of John leaning against a wall with a red solo cup in his hand, head slightly tilted back so his neck is exposed in a way that’s fucking indecent, especially with the way the collar of his black shirt is loose, like someone grabbed it and pulled so there’s just a flash of strong shoulder and collarbone. Somehow even worse he’s kinda sweaty, curls a mess, smiling at the person taking the picture like he just got away with something. And Gale loses it lmao like he’s not mad because he hates getting mad but also what the fuck and he quickly explains all this to Marge who feels absolutely terrible but also tries to talk Gale into not unliking the photo “it’ll just make it even more weird, I promise, he probably won’t even see it or he’ll think it’s someone he goes to school with it’ll be fine” and she’s so calm and reassuring that Gale starts to believe her (even tho in the back of his mind he realizes that he couldn’t have liked a more incriminating photo if he tried, he sneaks a glance at the likes and comments the photo already has and it’s almost all girls with a few guys sprinkled in which duh the photo is fucking pure sin and absolutely should not be perceived by people but Gale thanks whatever higher power there is that John doesn’t seem to realize that)

And so he goes home and is content with the fact that it’ll probably be fine. He’ll take a tolerance break from looking at John and in a week, everything will be normal again. He’ll quietly thirst from a far and work on getting the hell out of this town. But then right before he’s going to bed, he gets a notification from instagram. And he assumes it’s Marge sending him cat memes like she always does so he’s not really thinking anything of it until he wakes up his phone and his mind completely crashes out bc that is definitely John’s fucking username with a DM attached. Gale doesn’t think he’s ever moved so fast in his life, quite literally catapulting himself from his bed and immediately FaceTimes Marge while silently screaming. And she’s trying so hard to be supportive and not laugh at Gale’s reaction, but she can’t help it. He’s worse than she is when she has a crush. She slowly coaxes him to at least read the preview of the message, even if Gale is adamant that he’s not opening it, in fact he’s deleting his instagram. He’s deleting all his social media. He’s getting rid of his phone and he’s gonna hike into the mountains of Wyoming and live off grid until he dies.

“hey do I know u?”

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Also i imagine gale’s profile picture being something like this:

bc like i said artsy lil indie fucker and when John (who is very comfortable in his bisexuality) sees it he can’t believe that’s a real person in the world (which funny bc Gale doesn’t view himself as someone who would be attractive to others, in his mind he’s average, maybe below average bc of his anti social tendencies) and John is just hoping that this is some new kid at their school and he’s absolutely going to r u i n him so he hits the follow button and sends that message, hoping hoping hoping.

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Does Marge talk him into replying? How does Gale explain himself to John? If he does, how does John take the fact that Gale lives almost 16 hours away from him?

Next time on dragon ball z or smth

[privatebooth]

Another suggestion from a friend.

What if they had to spend the night at chateau Haine during the MotA wywern hunt? Seriously, would all those nobles make such a long journey for just a few hours of a hunt? It doesn't seem very noble to send your honored guests right back on the road without a rest XD

Anyway, Hawke is taking care of Fenris, who has been grumbling about solving a stranger's problems, giving him a massage.

Also people kept mistaking him for a manservant, and he really doesn't like Tallis, doesn't trust her one bit and is annoyed by her flirty remarks at Hawke...

So now Hawke assures him that he doesn't trust her either but they can handle whatever trouble comes their way.

[feyd-meowtha]

“Do you know the German word for airplane?”

“I do not.”

“Flugzeug,” Uli said with a smile, “Flight thing.”

“Very creative,” Bucky mumbled. He sounded half way to comatose. Maybe Uli shouldn't have given him those valiums he asked for, that might have been a mistake.

Uli looked over at his Zippo on the bedside table. He picked it up and flicked it open, feeling the warmth of the flame on his face. He considered holding it up to a lock of Bucky's hair and watching it singe.

“You know what the word for lighter is?” He asked, the flame a centimetre away from Bucky’s ear.

“I do not.”

"Feuerzeug. Fire thing.”

“Logical,” Bucky nodded, he pressed a kiss to Uli’s stomach, his tongue flickering over his naval. A stray curl of his messy hair almost touched the open flame but he didn't seem to notice.

“What does that make me then?” He asked with a lazy smile. “What kind of thing am I? Huh? What's the German word for Bucky?”

Uli laughed, stroking Bucky’s hair as he thought about his answer. It didn’t take long, the answer was almost too obvious.

“Spielzeug,” he said. Plaything. Toy. He smiled to himself as he scratched the other man’s scalp and earned a hum of contentment.

“Oh yeah and what does that mean?” Bucky asked, Uli just laughed again and shook his head as Bucky looked up at him.

“I'm not telling, you should work it out for yourself.”

Snippet from 3am Eternal Ch11, coming sometime in the New Year.....

[pinksiames]

Angst WIP

Bremen wasn’t supposed to go like this.

He was supposed to complete the mission and go home to Bucky, where they’d go out to the bar, Bucky would drink and flirt, but would end up plastered to Gale’s back at the end of it all. Even if it was in secrecy, stowed away from the prying eyes of their fellow men. That’s how it was supposed to be.

“Töte den Amerikaner! Töte ihn! Machen Sie es weh!” Gale couldn’t understand what they were saying. Too many people yelling at him, calling him all sorts of names in a language he couldn’t even begin to decipher. He slowly backed himself up, hands up in the air until something hard and scratchy wrapped itself around his thin neck, pulling painfully tight. Frantically he tried looking behind him, trying to see the source of the agitation until it was too late. His feet left the ground without another moment's notice, kicking and flailing.

He could hear Demarco screaming off in the distant, but couldn’t make out what he was saying with the blood rushing through his ears. Choked and whimpered sounds measly escaping his chest as he struggled to suck in air, his face growing red and eyelids blinking away tears. His hands weakly grabbed at the rope, trying to gain some relief, to take some pressure off, but the longer he hung the harder it was to hang on. He could feel his body giving out, his legs going limp and his eyes fluttering closed. He could feel deaths door creeping closer, inching toward him as the white light grew brighter. Until it was gone.

He hadn’t realized his body was hitting the ground ‘till whatever breath he had left in him was knocked out, the world going black in subtle fades. When he woke he was in a cell, blue walls and a metal bench that was a sorry excuse for a bed. His head was pounding but more importantly his throat was on fire. Reaching a shaky hand up he lightly traced where the rope had been, hissing at the burn. He couldn’t help the few tears that made their way down his cheeks, he was that close. The light was right there. Yea he was close to death when he was up in the sky but he couldn’t feel it. This he could.

Gales never was a man of god. Never had the urge to go to church or pray, but it had to be a miracle that he was still alive. The burning ache around his neck was the reminder for that. That it was a miracle that could be taken away at any given chance.

Erm what the flip

[amiserableseriesofevents]

[thunder and lighting, enter a witch]

I have a new AU.

[leaves]

[prevalent-masters]

(Several more than) Seven(ish) Sentences Sunday Monday

Kindly tagged by @weimarweekly!

This is a little snippet from a canon-divergence stalag fic I’m cooking up. It’s taken a back burner to the ranching AU, but I’m excited about it, too. Love a man having a mental breakdown or two.

This is from a flashback detailing the early days of the Bucks’ acquaintance.

Three weeks into training, John came back to the barracks a little less drunk than usual and found Cleven there, reading fucking poetry. Cleven looked a little put out to have company again, and John magnanimously resolved to just leave him be instead of following his usual pattern of talking out of his ass until the other person either engaged with him or left the room. He’d tried it on Cleven already, and it hadn’t worked. It wasn’t that he wanted to annoy people to death, he just didn’t like silence so much. Drove his Ma mad, she used to beg him to stop running his mouth for five seconds so she could think, so help me Jesus, John. But it wasn’t totally silent in the barracks that night—Cleven had the radio on low, and the sound of his pages turning was somehow enough to fill the space between them, and John was tired and had a bit of a headache anyway, so he simply got ready for bed and slid under his covers, pulling out a letter to his sister that he kept meaning to finish but still hadn’t.

After maybe fifteen minutes, Cleven said something. John was so surprised to hear him speak he dropped his pencil off the side of the bed and had to slide off and scrabble around amidst the dust bunnies to find it. With his head stuck in the corner beside the nightstand, he missed whatever Cleven said.

”Sorry, what?” He asked, emerging with a sneeze. They were supposed to clean their quarters every week, but he always skipped sweeping under the bed and clearly needed to add it to the routine.

”I said, you’re quiet tonight,” Cleven repeated. John wasn’t sure he’d ever had Cleven’s full attention before this moment, and he was momentarily paralyzed by it. When Cleven spoke to someone he looked at them like they were the only person in the world. He engaged with other people with an earnestness and attention generally reserved for elementary aged children, or perhaps members of the clergy. It was somehow both unsettling and heartwarming.

It’s not Sunday anymore, but I’ll still tag @knoepfchen (even though you literally just posted a chapter) and also @pleasuretrade (I know we’re not mutuals but I literally cannot stop thinking about your truth serum fic I’m foaming at the mouth) and also anyone else who might want to bless us with some snippets.

[privatebooth]

In Mark of the Assassin DLC Fenris grumbles about Hawke putting himself at risk and then openly talks about how frightened he was by the possibility of loosing him.

So, the logical conclusion...

After completing MotA Hawke finds Fenris brooding by himself.

In his usual cheerful manner he inquires if something is wrong. Fenris ponders for a moment, and then replies that yes, something is bothering him.

He explains that he's been thinking about some of Hawke's words.

When they got back together Hawke told Fenris

"You are mine as much as I am yours" But if that is so, why is Hawke so casual about putting himself - something of Fenris's that he treasures - in danger. If Hawke really considers himself Fenris's shouldn't he be more mindful about his own wellbeing? He points out that as things are now it feels like Hawke sees himself as his own person and doesn't seem to consider how his reckless behaviour affects Fenris.

Suppose Fenris also could elaborate on how great his fear of loosing Hawke was. After all those years alone he finally has that sense of belonging he craved so much, and now that he had a real taste of it the idea of loosing it is paralyzingly terrifying.

This takes place between "Nothing could be worse than the thought of living without you" and "I can't bear the thought of living without you", so Hawke has not yet fully realized the intensity of Fen's feelings.

Hawke is at a loss. Everything worked out fine that time, they solved all problems and saved many people... But Fenris has a point. Hawke really acted on his own without a second thought. What if something had gone wrong? He never seriously considered that.

He was so used to always being the frontline for any trouble, being the one who deals with any issue...

Hawke needs to understand that them being a couple doesn't only mean that they get to smash heads together and fight side by side and have each other's back (they've been doing that for years), but that they must always be there for each other. Like, alive.

Hawke apologizes to Fenris and admits to not having thought it through. He explains that their relationship and the status of a no-longer-his-own-man is fairly new to him. Loosing most of his family also may have made him somewhat careless about his own safety.

It will take some getting used to, but he promises to change, now that they are committed to each other.

Still, he makes sure to tell Fenris that his heart belongs to him entirely.

And some time after this conversation Hawke gives Fenris the family ring!

Maker, the way they actually talk to each other and discuss things (in canon!) makes me feral.

[mstrota]

a thread on twitter mentioned that callum is also a director himself… imagine if that’s what bucky pursues post war. gets into film/theatre school, or maybe not necessarily as the student maybe just idk helping around film/theatre sets as it’s his first job out of military, able to purchase his first camera after a while, gets his own pic of gale secretly, keeps it in his wallet, carries it around like a lovesick fool everybody says he is, learns how to handle a film camera and had his first attempt at directing bc the director likes his personality so much he thinks bucky is a good director, surprisingly able to understand the mechanics of it, attempts to capture gale again but this time in MOTION so cue a lot of staring behind camera longingly and everybody on sets knew but it’s a different kind of knowing from their military friends before

[swifty-fox]

For mota hockey au :

Who come to which team ?

Gale to Bucky's, Bucky's to Gale or they were both new to the team

How was their relation once in the same team ? Still rivals at first, cordiale to each other or fast friend. How fast did they go from rivals to lovers ?

Okay so in my mind they are both pulled onto an expansion draft team. Bucky bc injury and management fucks both him and curt over bc curt says 'if you get rid of Bucky you you lose me too' (they were teammates and both go to the new team) Idk what team Bucky's on uhh maybe Calgary i like those guys

Gale has some issues with the team hes on (I kinda picture him as getting drafted by the Winnipeg Jets and staying there til he VERY controversially gets released on waivers. then goes to the expansion team)

I'm still deciding the name of the new team but had a couple good ones thrown around. B-17's has a ring to it!

Bucky flirti-I mean chirping Gale between periods

So they're definitely very much still rivals on the new team. There's some history there where Gale really wants John to FUCK off and John is a die-hard pigtail puller so there's lots of bickering and chasing (on johns part) They kinda have to work it out though, being on the same team though and I think Curt does a lot to ease the friction in the beginning and tell them both to get their shit together.

(Curt Bucky Gale bestie body slam)

Curt and Buck click REALLY well as forwards and become a fucking dream team. I think that Bucky and Buck do respect each other deeply on a professional for their dedication to the game and personal athletic improvement. They bond over that first and start pushing each other to do better and be better and a friendship sparks through that. especially once John eases off with the flirtation a bit and gives Gale some room to breathe. Lots of one on one practices

I was telling @1343-40 at one point "Gale falls in love with John's work ethic before anything else"

I think by halfway through their inaugural season they're able to not bicker in front of the team; set it aside for game day at least. By their second season they're solid friends (and maybe something more)

[david-sharkthot-webster]

My fave part of masters of the ass is how they start a thrilling and exciting plot of two soldiers escaping Nazi occupied Europe with the help of two women resistance members and then the plot is dropped and four episodes later we see them riding bicycles in the air field like :) they’re back xx how did they get back? Its a secret xx

[trekkiehood]

Guys I have an all whump no plot fic in my head for Gale in the Stalag do I write it?

[dylaneon]

i am working on an entombed pt2 btw. very very slowly but surely