#captain winghead

[man-in-the-ironmask]

Safe With You || Tony & Steve

Tony shifts a fork over a quarter inch to the left and stands back to examine it. Finally it's perfect. He claps his hands and rubs them together-unsure how to deal with being nervous. Of course this is a big deal. For weeks he's been learning to dance and cook; all leading up to this night. He'll see Steve for the first time in months. The last time he laid eyes on him was during their fight in what turns out to be months ago. Tony wanted to run to Steve the moment he'd awoken but he doubted that Steve would even want to see him again after the words between them so he'd been determined to win Steve back. Now the room of Requirement was a softlu glowing candle-lit room ready for the plan to take action. "Okay." He looks at Steve's owl perched on the windowsil. "Go get him would you?" After a second the bird takes off and now he has to play the waiting game.

[howling-winter-wolf-blog]

Bucky & the Beast // Bucky, Derek, Steve, Tony, Crowley, Others

The toll of the clock tower bell drew a curse from Bucky and he picked up his pace from a walk to a sprint. He had plans to meet Steve, Derek, and Tony at the library and it was clear he’d be late. He dodged other students, raced up the staircase and past Professor Crowley near the entrance of the library before he spotted the trio at a table near the back. The soldier slowed to a walk to catch his breath as he wove around the other obstacles until a book suddenly dropped from above to land at his feet.

A glance around showed no other students nor staff so h he picked it up to set it on a table yet the moment his fingers brushed the cover, the environment around him shifted; a sensation that twisted his gut uncomfortably.

Once the sensation settled, he realized rather quickly that he wasn’t at Hogwarts anymore. In front of him was a quaint village with a small amount of people wandering around. He turned his head to look back and was greeted with the sight of a lush green field. And he.... was in a blue dress. With an apron. “Wha-”

“Bonjour!” Before the Hufflepuff could even comprehend the greeting, four other townspeople joined in with the same greeting in a melodic tone. Pale eyes narrowed at the sound of music that filled the air but a glance around didn’t reveal the source of it.

A man with a tray of bread crossed in front of him while he looked at the younger man expectantly. Bucky stared at him for a long moment before it became clear what the other was waiting for and he shook his head in a negative.

“....I’m not singing.”

“Good morning, Belle!” came the chirped reply.

“It’s Bucky.” 

“And where are you off to today?”

“I... I don’t even know where I am-”

“That’s nice. MARIE! THE BAGUETTES! HURRY UP!” The baker turned away to shout at his wife through the window of a nearby building and Bucky silently continued on his way past a crowd gathered near his side of the street.

“Look there she goes that girl is strange, no question. Dazed and distracted can’t you tell?”

It took every ounce of willpower not to turn back toward the singing townspeople to argue that one, he’s not this Belle girl and two he seemed dazed and distracted because he had just fallen into a goddamn fairy tale and everyone here was the opposite of helpful. Instead the brunet just took a deep breath and kept walking away from the cluster. He had to find some way out of this mess.

“Never part of any crowd-”

“Stop.” Bucky muttered under his breath.

“'Cause her head's up on some cloud.” "Just stop.” “No denying she's a funny girl that Belle!”

“Bucky. It’s Bucky.” Fingers dragged through his hair only to hit a bow in the back and he stopped walking as he pinched the bridge of his nose to stop the impending headache he could feel approaching.

This wasn’t a fairy tale. This was hell.

[howling-winter-wolf-blog]

The End of The Line // Bucky & Steve (Past)

By the time Bucky had reached the dance hall after his return to the grounds after the discussion with his father, the Yule Ball was already winding down. Few students remained and, after a quick glance around, Bucky realized Steve wasn't among them. Absently he scratched at the nape of his neck as he considered his next move. He could try to find him in the Gryffindor dorms or just pack now and speak to Steve before he left. Finally he dropped his hand with a sigh. Steve was probably having a wonderful night with Peggy and he didn't want to spoil it so he just exited the hall and headed back to his dorm to pack up his belongings before flopping onto his bed to stare up at the golden canopy. Sleepless hours later it was time for breakfast so he dressed in normal clothes instead of his uniform before sending his belongings off with one of the elves. The stroll toward the Great Hall was a bit nerve wracking as he knew Steve would guess something was up due to his lack of uniform... and part of him did feel as though he was abandoning the other. Finally he arrived and easily spotted the blond at the Gryffindor table, surrounded by his fellow lions. At least Bucky would leave knowing Steve was safe now instead of a target for bullying. He quietly crossed over and nudged Steve with his arm. "Hey pal, up for a chat?" He asked as he jerked his thumb towards the doors.

[man-in-the-ironmask]

Steve. Quit telling Professor Winchester that I'm in cahoots with Professor Crowley. I'm actually in league with Professor Novak. Because he's prettier. (But Crowley would love a chat with Dean.)

[man-in-the-ironmask]

captain-winghead said: Tony, you’re upsetting my old man sensibilities.

Blame Professor Novak for looking at me like that. It’s known to get Professor Winchester laid after all. 

[man-in-the-ironmask]

Well, well.

Steve and Remy are threading together?

I think I’m going to need some popcorn for this one. And I’m all for the fighting that’s going to happen. Especially if it’s naked fighting- please let it be naked fighting- and, of course, if I can watch.

[ragin-cajun-gambit]

End of Eras// Remy & Steve

The Slytherin common room was silent except for the faint crackling of fire as it devoured the wood left as fuel. No other student occupied the room except for a lone figure. Dual toned eyes stayed locked on the flickering flames in front of him as Remy slouched in the black leather wingback chair; feet propped on the matching footrest. His index finger absently rubbed along his bottom lip as thoughts of his current predicament ran through his head, thumb resting on his chin for stability. The other hand hung limply on the armrest, green and silver tie dangling precariously between his fingertips.

The payoff offered by Crowley would be well worth his trouble but the Slytherin wasn’t quite sure where he should start his hunt for the fabled Philosopher’s Stone. There was little doubt very few here people would know of it, such as the Headmistress for example. Yet he couldn’t approach her for any information. But.... his head lifted, gaze shifting thoughtfully as a certain someone popped into mind. A Gryffindor had been around back then before being blasted to the future.

Steve Rogers, the apparently dashing blonde who’d stolen Tony’s heart. A slow smirk crosses Remy’s lips as the thought propelled him out of the chair with new purpose. Not only would this be the perfect opportunity to find out about the stone, it would be a great time to find out exactly what Steve’s end goal with Tony was. He’d be killing two birds with one stone.

Now he just had to track his target down. A brief glance at the clock showed a quarter past six. Dinner would be starting in fifteen minutes and he could probably grab the other before he reached the Hall. The brunet tossed his tie onto the table and slipped his hands into the pockets of his slacks as he turned on his heel to exit the common room. He had plenty of time to reach the Great Hall before the other students did. And it seemed like Steve himself was the punctual one; not too early, not too late.

Moments later Remy was propped against a decorative stone pill, feet crossed in front of him as he waited patiently for Steve to appear. The trickle of students started only seconds after he appeared and his focus shifted from one to another when he realized they weren’t who he was looking for.  Then his eyes locked onto the ever-neat golden blond of his target and he easily untangled himself from his resting position.

Smoothly the Slytherin slithered through the crowed until he slid into the Gryffindor’s path as his palm landed on the stone wall to halt the others trek towards the dining hall.  “Evenin’ mon bon monsieur. Can you spare a few moments fo’ a bit of a talk?” He drawled as he watched Steve’s reaction intently.

[man-in-the-ironmask]