#or gives you a mischievous trill and makes it explode

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

hrvrvrvvr i loved the dragon reader thing, but i gotta know now what legacy is like with a western dragon reader instead of a chinese dragon reader (basically reader would be wayy more chaotic lol)

ohhh my moon and stars you two are going to get into SO much trouble

playfights are an absolute must, you both have a ton of energy to get out daily and have equally sturdy bodies, so you spend a lot of time sparring both with weapons and without. you're both incredibly careful not to draw blood- not that it's very easy, with your scales and his armor- and once you're finally tired you both collapse onto the ground, wheezing and laughing. you lightly punch his shoulder, giving Foul Legacy a grin that shows each of your sharp teeth and he rolls over and playfully licks your cheek, letting out a satisfied rumble. you and Legacy also tend to completely pass out after sparring, either dragging yourselves inside and slumping onto the bed or simply curling up in each other's embrace outside and sleeping under the stars- you're very grateful that your home is relatively secluded from the rest of Teyvat, with how often the latter happens

you're still not nearly as tall as Legacy is but you're matched in physical strength, so now HE gets to be on the receiving end of a welcoming tackle when you see him, both of you falling to the ground and snuggling up to each other in delight. he's fascinated by your large, sturdy wings, the way you can twist and fold them and use the claws on the ridges to prop yourself up- they're so wonderfully different compared to his light, gauzy wings, the glint reflecting off your scales mirroring the stellar glimmer along his own wings. you gnash at each other occasionally, your fangs clacking on his armor as he chomps your scales; biting seems to be a form of affection for both dragons and Abyssal monsters, although if you gnaw on Foul Legacy's arm, he can lift you up and leave only your tail touching the ground before pulling you into a tight hug, both of you happily purring in sync

[writemarvelousthings]

Operation Babysitters

Name of piece: Operation Babysitters

Square filled: Bed-sharing

Rating: (General) 

Warnings: A lot of fluff and slight pining. 

Summary: You’ve been asked to babysit Steve and Peggy's daughter with Bucky, how will you cope with your feelings for Bucky when you have to look after a mischievous three-year-old with a stubborn streak? 

Created for: @buckybarnesbingo

A/N: Listen I LOVE the bed-sharing troupe but I wanted to put my own spin on this. Slightly AU as this is set after CATFA and everyone survived and lived on happily. I love 40s!Bucky and I’ve wanted to write something for him for the longest time! I hope you all enjoy! Big, big thank you to @bucky-plums-barnes for helping me brainstorm this idea!! 

Gif not mine made by the amazing Gen! Thank you, darling!

You smiled at the tiny blonde head of curls running around her ‘uncles’ feet.

“Sarah honey you gotta slow down, Uncle Bucky isn’t as young as he used to be” under normal circumstances Bucky would have told Steve exactly where to go. But with ‘delicate’ ears around Bucky's response was more guarded. A warning stare and a soft grunt as the tiny toddler slammed into his legs.

“Darling please be careful” in all the years you had known Peggy she still managed to look glamorous. Even caked in mud on the front line in France not even her lipstick smudged. Feeling a wave of self-consciousness you wiped your sweaty palms down the front of your navy slacks, the peach blouse was new and probably not the most ideal item to wear chasing a three-year-old around for the next few hours.

“Ah come on Peg, we'll be fine” you grin at the brunette who gives you a questionable look.

“Yeah, we’ve taken down secret Hydra bases with Captain America we got this” Bucky slapped his right hand on Steve’s shoulder. The action drew your attention to the lack of limb on his left, you had all pleaded with him to talk to Stark. Amazing advances have been made since his fall,  but his answer was always the same.

“But it would clash with my rugged good looks. Plus I could still take your punk ass with one arm any day of the week Stevie”

Every time his response would ignite the same reaction inside you.

“You’re perfect to me, I don’t care if you had three arms or no arms. I love you regardless”

Steve rolls his eyes, shoving Bucky’s arm off his shoulder, a small scuffle ensues as you scoop Sarah up in your arms. Brushing her blonde curls away from her big brown eyes you still marvel at how much she was a perfect blend of her parents.

“You be good for your Aunt and Uncle my darling” Sarah giggled as her Mother pressed her red lips to her pudgy cheeks. Not a trace of lipstick transfer insight, Steve presses two kisses to his daughter's nose and cheek.

“Behave Pumpkin, I want a good report when we get back okay?” Sarah grinned give a tiny mock salute that melts your heart.

“Bye Mama, bye Pa” you hitch Sarah higher on your hip, waving as Steve pulls out of the driveway and peels out into the slowly setting sun.

“Now how do you girls feel about spaghetti for dinner?” You give Bucky a grin as Sarah squeals at the prospect wiggling out of your arms and padding towards the kitchen.

“Spaghetti?” You arch a brow at him, closing the door with a soft thud following the never-ending energy that was Sarah Rogers.

“What? It’s the only thing I can cook. Plus I know you’re good with your hands 24” your stomach flips, pausing in the hallway.

“(Y/N)?” Bucky’s voice is soft, the lamp lighting bathing him in a warm glow. Hair free of gel, falling in soft curls around his forehead.

“Sorry, it’s just... no one has called me that in a long time” Agent 24 was your code name during the War, once the SSR disbanded there was no need to keep it during your new role at Shield. Taking the title Special Agent or simply Blackbird. The name Agent 24 brought back a flood of memories, not all of them good. The day Bucky was found half-frozen caked in blood springing to the forefront of your mind.

“Hey it’s okay, I get it” the warm hand on your hip brought you back to present day so fast it almost gave you whiplash. Your lips form a tight smile as you gently pat your hand on top of Bucky’s, he squeezes his fingers into the fabric of your trousers and for a moment. Just a moment, you allow yourself to fall deeper into the security of his sky blue eyes.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you..” your eyes fell to Bucky’s lips, the pink tip of his tongue poking out for a brief moment as he swallowed thickly.

“Auntie (Y/N) I can’t find my colours” the high trill of Sarah’s voice snapped you both out of the warm fog clouding your minds.

“Coming sweetie” giving Bucky once last smile you reluctantly come to the three-year-olds rescue plucking her box of crayons off the bookshelf.

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For the rest of the night, you couldn’t help your mind wander back to the moment you shared with Bucky in the hallway, brushing Sarah’s hair back gently you smiled watching the young girl face the battle all children face every day. Trying to stay awake. You nudge Bucky slightly making him tear his eyes away from his place of The Princess and the Pea. Sarah Rogers had a stubborn streak to her (Bucky swears it’s because she’s a Rogers and Rogers have universally known thick skulls)

“Peanut I think it’s time for bed” Bucky gently snapped the book closed with his hand. Gently passing it across to you to place on her bedside table. The small bed was a squeeze normally with you and Sarah on it. Adding Bucky’s broad frame it was almost ridiculous. Both you and Bucky had a leg placed on the ground to anchor yourselves.

“One more.. pwless Unkle Buck”

“Your Pa will have my other arm if he finds your still awake when they get home” you chuckle as Sarah turns her big brown eyes up to her Uncle.

“Will you stay wif me?” You slowly start to detangle yourself from the two of them. The wireless calling your name as you knew Sarah favoured Bucky staying with her while she fell asleep.

“Both of you” the sound of the tiny pleading voice rooted you to the spot, throwing a slightly panicked look to Bucky who shrugged helplessly.

“Of course honey” it took a few tries but both you and Bucky found yourself looking face into each other. The small body wedged firmly against you. Sarah’s face presses up against Bucky’s chest and suddenly you felt very jealous of the three-year-old.

“Would you have guessed during those years in Europe we’d end up here?” You almost didn’t catch Bucky’s soft low voice, finding yourself too lost in his eyes.

“What, all of us safe and alive living the lives we deserve?” You chuckle, shifting slightly to lay your head on the pillow.

“Yeah, kinda scary if you think about it” you smile knowingly, glancing down watching Sarah’s breathing evening out.

“So what did you..”

“Before when I said..” biting your lip you watch as a slight flush crosses Bucky’s cheek.

“James Buchanan Barnes, are you blushing?”

“Don’t tell anyone, I got a reputation to maintain”

“Your secret is safe with me” something in Bucky’s eyes changes, a softness you’d only seen reserved for Sarah. It makes your throat dry up and your palms sweat, subconsciously you wipe a hand against your pants. The moment goes unnoticed by Bucky who gently takes your hand in his, your fingers naturally lacing together.

“I wanted to ask you something, but the moment never felt right. Watching you take on those five Hydra guards, I just knew you were something else. A woman that could hold her own but had this other side to her, the side you show Sarah” you could feel your throat constricting as you squeeze Bucky’s hand.

“Oh James..”

“Just let me get this out darlin, cause if I don’t I never will. I know we’ve known each other for a long time. You’ve.. you’ve been there for me through my worst and I just.. I’d really like to take you out one and maybe I can call you my girl one day…” you try and open your mouth but you realise Bucky is on a roll.

“And if you don’t want that. If you want to call me a stupid one arm idiot you can because I’d rather be your friend than loose.... Ommpf” Bucky’s rant was cut short but the press of your lips to his, eyes comically widen before slowly closing leaning into you slightly. You could feel your heart explode in pure joy, years of longing and yearning for the man you were completely and utterly head over heels for had finally come to a beautiful crescendo.

“Mmm,” the soft high pitched hum was like a bucket of cold ice being poured over you as Sarah shifted in her sleep. Quickly you both pulled away, horrified at the thought of Sarah waking up.

“Let’s not tell Steve about that one” You presses your face in the pillow, muffling your laughter as Bucky chuckled softly. Once you had calmed your heart down to a normal beating rhythm you turn to look at Bucky, his warm smile greeting you.

“I’d love to be your girl one day Bucky” the warm smile turned blinding.

“I’d really like that Darlin”

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“I’m sorry Steve but I’m the Director I can’t not talk to him”

“But he’s infuriating Peg, I’ve seen filing cabinets with more charisma!”

“You’re always so dramatic” Peggy can’t help shaking her head at her husband.

“Yeah but you married me didn’t you,” the brown eyebrow arching says all Steve needs to know as he wraps an arm around his wife’s waist.

“A decision I still debate was a good one or not”

“Careful Mrs Rogers” Peggy pushes Steve in the middle of his chest, still mindful of there house guests. Not wanting them to walk into their compromises position.

“Where are Bucky and (Y/N)?” the quiet of the house alerting the two of them.

“They’ll be around, I’ll check on Sarah” Steve leans down, capturing Peggy in a kiss laced with a promise of later. Silently opening his daughter's bedroom door Steve shakes his head affectionately, there on his daughter's bed, with no sign of said daughter he noticed. Was his best friend and the woman he had been pining for since ‘43. Bucky’s right arm thrown over (Y/N)’s waist, his face pressed against the back of her neck as the sleep soundly.

“Steve” Peggy’s voice draws Steve’s attention to their shared room, moving across the hall Steve smirks as his daughter curls up against his pillow. Waving Peggy’s confused expression as she investigates Sarah’s room Steve gently rouses his sleeping daughter, his heart-melting as those big brown eyes blink up at him.

“Hey Pumpkin, I take it the mission went well?” Sarah nods, scooting onto Steve’s lap pressing her face into his chest.

“Mmhm, did just what you said Pa”

“Do you mean to tell me you used our daughter as a pawn in getting our friends together?” Steve at least had the decency to look sheepishly towards his wife.

“Some people need a little push Mommy” Peggy gave a fake sign of annoyance. Her daughter was more like her father every day.

“Guess we’re all sharing the bed tonight then” Steve pouted slightly as Sarah gave a small cry of joy, making herself comfortable in the middle of the large bed.

“Don’t look so offended Captain, consider this your punishment for meddling”

[underimagines]

seeing stars

Summary: “Sometimes it’s hard to keep up when your boyfriend is a Superstar. But it doesn’t hurt to have a few tricks up your own sleeve, either.”

2k Commission - Underswap!Napstablook/Napstaton X OC/Reader, for @bigfanofpuns

read it on ao3 / buy me a coffee

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He was spinning circles around you.

You watched his legs switch out, almost comically, from wheel to skates, then back. It kept him on a steady path, swirling perfect figure eights, while you just spun in place, dizzy and unamused. The crowd around you cheered and whooped at his stunts, while you seethed in place, fuming jealously.

“Oh, come on!” You shouted, watching him pull some ridiculous cross between a pirouette and a dab as he passed by you again. “You know I wasn’t made for the ice, Nappy!”

“How else ya’ gonna learn if you don’t try, sugar-wings?” He trilled back, merely giving you a couple of finger-guns in response. “C’mon, babe, feel the heat! Stretch those wings and feel the beat!”

Sometimes your boyfriend could be a real ass, but the fact that he was still encouraging you, even now, showed that he at least wanted you to try. Even if you’d been trying now. For about thirty minutes.

“Bat Monsters weren’t made—!” You started again, but he only lifted a gloved hand in a yapping motion, mocking your complaints.

“For the ice!” He squeaked in a terrible impression of your own voice. “Yeah, I know!! But, like, what’s cooler than being cool, honey buns? Ice cold, duh!! And what’s cooler than ice? Ice-skating?? And what’s cooler than ice-skating???”

He was behind you before you knew it, grasping the claw at the end of your wing to throw you into another spin. You kept spinning even when he let you go, only able to keep your balance by using said wings as leverage. “Skating with your totally awesome, famous rockin’ DJ boyfriend!!!”

You could think of many things. Practicing your aerial acrobatics for one. Those were much simpler—being a Bat Monster, with the wings and all. Spending time with Nappy in his camper, listening to Aaron and Happstablook practicing their vocals. Anything without this crowd—which felt very out of character for you to think, for even a moment, because you loved crowds.

And you loved being loved by crowds. But for now? You were humiliated.

Skating was hard, and without the sort of “upgrades” Nappy was endowed with, you were left to stumble and flail gracelessly around the ring, clinging to your boyfriend’s extendable arms when he got within reach of your wingspan. He seemed to take amusement in your failings, though, spinning and dipping you like you were a puppet on a string, and him the puppeteer. You knew there was no malice in his actions, just support and a need to entertain, but it didn’t make you feel much better.

After all, you wanted to entertain, too! You loved the attention, doing tricks and stunts to make the audience “Ooh!” and “Aah!” at your prowess. It was hard, and kind of hurt sometimes, feeling like you were second-hand to your superstar of a boyfriend, though.

More than anything, though, you wanted to show him up. Give him a little taste of his own medicine, so to say. And you knew just how to do it.

He seemed surprised when you suddenly released him, throwing yourself across the ice in one of the most graceful (and slightly terrifying) maneuvers you’d ever chanced. A single claw pressed to the ice, keeping your arc, the other at an angle to create the illusion of balance. But the real kicker? You pulled in your knee, forcing a twirl, then froze in place, using the span of your wings as leverage to keep yourself in place. The crowd around you gasped in amazement. You saw Napstaton slowing behind you, his screen flashing various colors in what you could only know as “Challenge Mode.”

So be it, then.

In a way, you were both cheating. Him, using his retractable limbs to maneuver his body in ways you’d never expect a robot to be capable of. You, hooking your claws into the ice, sparking frost where you landed, spinning and jumping and leaping. All with the help of your wings to keep a hover that only true professionals would be able to pull-off otherwise.

Playfully, he dipped under you, spinning his robotic legs just beneath your body as you moved into another jump. It almost looked like a dance routine. Felt like one, too. Your wings flapped to keep you afloat as he bounced back up, and before you could see what was happening, he had an arm dragging you against him. It caught you off-guard for a moment and you stumbled, but then he lifted you, spun around, and threw you out with one arm into a twirl.

The crowd around you was steadily growing, and you couldn’t help but laugh, flashing him a gaze of amusement and daring. His screen flashed a little, then reflected a quick heart in your direction, before you were once again tugged to his side. This time you held on, kicking one leg up for dramatic effect.

“Ladies, gents, and gentle-brosephs!” Nappy called out, a microphone in his free hand as he wrapped the other arm around you several more times. Even with how cold it was outside; his metallic body was still warm. Like an engine running on high. And with the way his internal fans were blasting, you knew you’d hit the nail on the head. “Welcome to today’s public pas-de-deux, my dudes! Featuring your local Monster Superstar and his totally rad gal, the Stupendous Zhara!”

A loud round of applause and whistling came from all around you, and beneath your fur you could feel the heat of a blush building up. Then came the camera flashes, a few people moving around like they were recording, and you started to shiver in excitement. Oh man, you’d forgotten how nervous the crowds could make you, despite how much you loved them. But still, you clung to your boyfriend, forcing a bright smile for the audience as they snapped pictures and cheered for an encore.

Your balance and peace of mind lasted for only a moment, however, before you felt the arm around your waist tighten, coil, and fling you upwards. With a squeak of fright and confusion, you let your wings spread, catching yourself momentarily to float downwards into what looked like a sudden explosion of glittery smoke and laser lights. Ohmygod, was he doing that? Here??

Apparently so, because the glimmer of his shades could be seen twinkling even through the smoke. All around you the crowd let out squeals of excitement. The presence of “the great and incredible” Napstaton EX always seemed to have that effect on people, no matter how many times they’d seen him on tv or not. Your ears twitched as your boyfriend’s voice boomed across the rink, several tones deeper than it’d previously been, and much louder.

“YO, WELCOME TO THE SHOW, BABES!!”

His hand snapped up out of the smoke, and you took it, letting him twirl you around so that you were both posing. “LET’S TURN UP THE HEAT, SHALL WE?”

Oh my god, this was so exciting!

Your first live performance! And not just the silly joking around you’d been doing before, now people had their phones out. Snapping pictures, recording you, jumping around and screaming in a way that gave you a flash of how Nappy must have felt on stage. You were so nervous, but at the same time, filled with a sense of determination. Nothing could bring you down right now, not even your inability to keep a steady foot on the ice. Because you had your wings to help you, and now that you’d gotten used to it, you were sure that…this? This was going to be your chance to prove yourself. To really show them all what you were made of.

He gave you a mischievous grin—one that you returned in earnest. And that’s when the show truly began.

You weren’t sure where the music was coming from, but a good guess was telling you it was from the speaker’s lodged in your boyfriend’s chassis. The moment he released your claws, you let it fly. Literally.

It was freezing out, but the heat burning in your chest was a wildfire, spreading from the soles of your feet to the tips of your wings. Heat, passion, exhilaration. You loved it all, and the steady thump of your SOUL was quickening to a pace that made you feel like if you turned at the wrong moment, you’d dust right then and there. But you knew that it wouldn’t actually happen. It was more of a “you were just so thrilled that you felt like you were going to burst into a million pieces” type of dusting than a “someone had just actually murdered you” kind of dusting.

So you dipped low, crossing your feet at an angle that made your wings umbrella the rest of your body. You could see Nappy gyrating behind you, twisting his arms into ridiculous shapes that made the crowd roar with laughter and applause. Then he stopped, just as the music dipped into a low crescendo. You kept spinning, faster and faster. The crowd cheered louder in anticipation, taking up a steady chant of “Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!” (One of Napstaton’s catchphrases, and a definite regular you heard being yelled out all throughout his performances.)

With a shove, you pushed yourself airborne, spreading your wings as wide as they could go. The weight on your back as you let them fold inwards sent you plummeting. It was terrifying at first, but just as the beat dropped, you landed straight in Napstaton’s waiting arms. One of his legs kicked out on the ice, the other bent so low beneath him that you could see the reverberations of the music making the rink pulse.

The crowd exploded to life, bursting into applause so loud that your ears popped.

You heard a couple of people scream out for Napstaton’s attention, but then again, you also heard people calling for you. For you. Asking for tricks, poses, autographs, and pelting you with so many questions that your head felt like it was spinning. The high from your show still had your SOUL pulsing a mile a minute, and all you could manage in response was a flustered cacophony of giggling and gasping. What a wonderful experience—now if only you could calm your nerves enough to give the crowd the encore they were asking for.

Trying to steady your breathing as best you could, you tucked your wings in, clutching your chest and attempting to spit out something other than the high-pitched chitters spewing from your muzzle. Your wings ached from the cold, and suddenly it was like all the energy had been drained from your body. Despite all your practicing, it seemed you still had some ways to go before you could be a real live-performer (at least, on a regular basis), like Nappy was. He posed dramatically as he pulled you against him, while the cameras flashed so brightly that you could hardly see. You stumbled, exhausted, and collapsed against him.

“Don’t you worry, sugar-wings, I gotcha.” He whispered against your ear. “How was that—hype enough for ya, or are ya up to an encore?”

Your legs were trembling, and you felt like you were going to pass out, but you nodded anyway. “Gotta give the crowd what they want!”

He stared into your eyes for a long, lingering moment, then chuckled. “Alright, darlin’, let’s give ‘em all a good, rad conclusion to this little show, eh?”

Your legs flailed when he suddenly dipped you, so low that the tips of your ears brushed against the ice. Then, without warning, he kissed you.

It was deep, passionate…and obviously a show for the crowd. You heard a lot of feminine screaming and cooing. You rolled your eyes, but when he pulled back, you couldn’t help but melt under the dopy grin plastered across his face, your SOUL pulsing with warmth.

“Now how’s that for seeing stars?”

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Thank you so much for the commission, darling! I hope you enjoy it !! ❤