An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark
Characters: Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Phil Coulson, Clint Barton
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Dystopia, Arranged Marriage, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics
Summary:
Just because the world ended doesn't mean there's not stuff to do. After a terrible first meeting, Bucky and Tony have to figure out how to get along. There's betrayals, confusion, and trials, but somewhere along the way, there's some pretty great stuff.
Featuring a lot of badassery, a little smut, and surprisingly good parents, plus dumb boys in love, cuddles galore, and a friend group that should just give up and acknowledge they're totally a family. There might be plot too. Maybe.
I can finally share my spring fling with y'all!!!!! It was such a blast to write and I really like how it turned out overall!!!
Mal belongs to @riinoaheartilly and Mal's ass belongs to Ami
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The doors slide open accompanied by a too loud "Am'ika!" and Fi enters the low-lit room just to stop dead in his tracks one step in.
"Ew, stinks of sex in here."
Ami pulls at the blanket with both fists until he's covered right up to his nose. The embarrassment paints his face a dark shade of red.
Mal on the other hand straightens up on his knees and not only becomes the center of attention with his movement but – and this fact does not escape Ami at all – he also further obscures the view of Ami, like a protective shield made of bare chest and pajama pants.
"Weird. Wonder why," Mal deadpans and Fi crosses his arms in response. The eyes of the two troopers are locked in an icy stare across the room. Sadly – due to a lack of Jedi powers – neither of them manages to push the other away by sheer power of will, therefore they just keep glaring at each other without so much as blinking.
"Fuck off," Mal snarls eventually when the unwelcomed guest still shows no intention to leave, and Fi makes a point of firmly planting his feet even wider on the threshold of their bedroom.
"Try and make me, asshole. "
Mal looks like he's gonna full-on attack the smug commando any second now, his body almost vibrates with held-back violence. And Fi grins like he can't wait to get his knuckles bloody.
"Um..." Ami tries and clears his throat loudly. That manages to get him the attention of the two men who finally break their stare down.
"Could you... please, maybe give us some space, Fi? We'll meet you outside in two minutes, okay?"
Fi might roll his eyes, but he can't deny Ami anything so he has to opt for retreat. He flexes his hands and everyone in the room knows that if it wasn't for Ami, Fi would be showing Mal the middle finger as a goodbye greeting right now. Instead he just jerks his head with a crooked smile and makes a 180 degree turn so sharp it would make any drill sergeant proud.
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"Do you have to be like that to him?" Ami sighs later at the breakfast table. Mal didn't join them, with the feeble excuse of going on patrol.
Fi smirks in return. "Keeps him on edge. He should have to work harder for you, Am'ika. That bum takes you for granted."
"Fi," Ami outright whines now. "He's my partner, he doesn't have to prove his worth to you or anyone."
Both look at Ordo, but the man evades his freshly assigned role of referee by protestantly biting into his sandwich and keeping his eyes fixed on the datapad in front of him.
"What if he hurts you?" argues Fi.
Ami smiles genially and stands up, grabbing the plate with the breakfast ration he had prepared for Mal.
In which Ordo tries to resolve things without drama for once
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Relationship:
RC-8015 | Fi Skirata/Null-11 | Ordo Skirata (mentioned)
But really, this is just about the Nulls being bros and having fun
Rating / Tags:
General Audiences / Brothers, Clones, Clone Troopers as Brothers (Star Wars), Clone Troopers Speak Mando'a (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Shenanigans (Star Wars), Gossip and rumors, just a fun lil something with the Nulls
Summary:
By now, half the GAR knows, but of course the Nulls stick to Ordo.
There was a rumor circulating in the barracks and it rapidly gained adherents. The Nulls and Omega could only do so much to stop it spreading.
"I swear I've seen them with my own two eyes," one of the cadets told his squad over lunch in a hushed voice. "RC-8015 kneeling in front of that weird Null-Captain. And he sure as kerk wasn't adjusting a codpiece."
"You want to repeat that, shiny?"
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// Part 6 of the "RepComm with a reputation" series //
First kisses are hard when you have a serious case of The Feels™
My homeboy Mal belongs to @riinoaheartilly
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When he sees Mal for the first time, his breath catches. The soldier Ordo and Fi have put at his side looks like he regularly wrestles with monsters – and wins, minus a few scuffs. Ami is frozen with fear. He understands how important it is that he gets training. But how will he ever live up to this grim-looking veteran's expectations? Fi assures him that Mal is alright, but he doesn't seem convinced by his own words.
During the first week, Ami moves around Mal like on eggshells, tries to present himself as exemplary as possible, despite his nervous clumsiness. Mal seems sternly unimpressed. He's taciturn and dismissive, and Ami wonders if he's very disappointed to have been confronted with such a laughingstock of a student. Amiss only stops worrying when Mal finally admonishes him to relax. He sounds annoyed but not harsh.
Over the course of the following weeks, Ami's breath keeps catching, but for increasingly different reasons now. Mal actually turns out to be harmless, even gentle. He’s educated and an expert in what he does, so clever and rational. The more Ami learns about Mal, the more he admires him. And even though he deeply respects him, Ami somehow catches himself ever so often staring at Mal's lips when he talks, instead of listening to what he has to say.
As Mal's warm, rough hand lies over his, focused on positioning Ami's fingers correctly on the blaster’s trigger, the thought of just tilting his head a little to the side and pressing his lips on Mal's flashes through Ami’s mind for the first time. It leaves as quickly as it came, traceless except for a fluttering sensation in his chest. That night, he can't sleep.
The thought becomes more intense when he sees Mal laugh for the first time. The view makes his stomach do a somersault.
Talking to him is now easy and free of anxiety, because Mal has never blamed him for not knowing something, he’s a patient teacher. And in some subjects Ami even knows more than him and can reverse their roles. Just like when he shows Mal how to mix ointments from plants, like today.
In front of Mal is a pot with bubbling thick liquid and Ami hurries back into the room to look at the damage the medicine took while he picked up the last ingredients.
"I said just to warm it up and under no circumstances bring it to a boil," he worries.
"You definitely told me to bring it to a boil. I’m flawless." Humor pulls on the corner of Mal’s mouth.
With a pathetic burp, the mixture in the pot sighs out its soul and turns black. The comedy of the situation is too much for him, Ami loses his composure to a laughing fit.
Mal cocks an eyebrow at the giggling boy. "Are you calling me a liar?"
That just makes Ami double over. Out of laughter-wet eyes, he sees how Mal tries not to laugh along, but he fails excellently. When they both calm down again, their gazes meet. He’s beautiful when he’s unstrained, Ami thinks. Something inside him is drawn to the other man, the pull is almost violent, but he resists.
A few days later, Ami sits cross-legged on the floor and cleans a rifle, which he has spread out in pieces around him. He is so engrossed in the complicated work that he’s deeply startled when a voice suddenly sounds from in front of him. He jumps up in a single smooth move, but doesn’t catch the rifle in time, which lets it crash and slither over the fine parts, scattering the pieces.
Mal ignores the ongoing string of sorrys from Ami, just calmly kneels down to pick up the fine components and bolts. Ami gathers as well, frantically, quickly, and their hands inevitably meet, young skin and cold metal. As he lifts his head, he realizes how close Mal's face is. He’d only have to lean forward a little more to close the gap between them. Mal looks at him wordlessly, with those beady brown eyes they share. And for a second, Ami thinks this look might be a sufficient invitation to make him brave enough to do what he so badly wants to do. But in the end, he isn't.
Neither addresses when Mal plans to return to the GAR, but time is slipping through their fingers.
They have become well attuned to each other, working together more and more flowingly. Ami is still not a good marksman, but he’s getting better at medical training. Mal is rapidly learning everything about naturopathy and agriculture that Ami teaches him, almost effortlessly. They’ve gotten close and casual, but Mal's touches now burn like fire. Ami finds himself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Again and again he seeks closeness, again and again he burns himself in such a delicious way. He keeps obtruding himself onto Mal, in chaste hugs and playful banter, then blushes when he’s not rejected. He feels ridiculous as much as felicitous.
Autumn turns the nights icy. How he managed to wriggle his way into Mal’s bed he doesn’t remember, but Mal endures him. Ami reasons it’s good to stay warm, they can’t afford catching a cold. And it’s safer to be together in case the camp gets attacked.
Sometimes he can’t sleep in the same room with Mal, though. Sometimes it’s all just too much.
And sometimes he needs the nights to himself, because Mal can never know what name he whispers when he imagines other hands on his body than his own, bringing him close.
He can't look Mal in the eyes after those nights.
But Mal keeps looking at him, frail, caressive. Ami feels his eyes on his skin even when his back is turned, can't do anything about the goosebumps.
He has been touched so many times in his life, everywhere, but never before so profoundly like by Mal. Never in such a way that a lightning bolt passes through him when their hands graze each other as they walk; that his heart melts through the mattress when they nestle against each other at night. He can't remember ever wanting to be touched so badly.
The thought consumes him every waking hour. He wants to kiss Mal. He wonders, maybe, if Mal wants the same. But another week passes.
"In four days – both of them!" Ami waves the data pad that received the encrypted message from Fi about the next shipment of medical supplies. He’s grinning from ear to ear. It's been ages since Fi and Ordo had managed to simultaneously get to Viltriss Utdrag.
"I'm cooking for all of us,” Ami declares as he hops to sit on the edge of the workbench Mal is fiddling with a broken shock collar remote at.
“Sounds good,” Mal answers, looking around.
“Maybe they’ll bring the herb I’ve been asking them for. Are you searching for something?”
“Hm.” Mal gets up from his chair to stand in front of Ami. “I think you’re sitting on the flimsy with the manual.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I—” Ami shuffles even closer to the edge to make room, and like clockwork, his hands find Mal’s waist and Mal hooks his hands under Ami’s knees to support him.
The moment drags on with the hyper awareness of how close they are. When Ami dares to look up, he meets Mal's searching eyes, but he doesn't seem to be looking for the flimsy anymore. His lids lower slightly, gaze fixed on Ami's lips. Mal’s voice rings unexpectedly warm in his ears.
"Can I kiss you?"
There it is again, his breath catches.
Ami doesn’t even answer, he just tilts his chin up a little and Mal meets him halfway. For a split second he worries if Mal will notice he has no idea what he’s doing, but they fit together so effortlessly, there’s no room for second-guessing.
Mal’s touch is guileless and honest, the way he moves against Ami so raw and vulnerable makes his chest hurt with yearning. Ami shuffles closer, so Mal cautiously pushes him back further on the table, gets his hands free to bring them up, gently cupping Ami’s face. Ami melts right into his soldier, lips brushing against the scar tissue on the corner of Mal’s mouth. A soft sigh escapes him.
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“You could fuck me,” Ami says into the silence between them. He lies across from him on the bed, half an arm's length away, face to face with Mal.
"I could," Mal says slowly.
"Just as you please," Ami continues.
"I guess."
He hates himself for the fact that just the mere idea is causing the blood to pool between his legs. Ami looks at him, studying him with alert eyes.
The erotic charge crackling between them is almost audible.
He could pounce on him right now, with deep kisses and even deeper thrusts, and he knows Ami would let him. But the way Ami's eyes are pleading with him makes him hesitate.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Mal asks instead.
Ami releases a breath he must’ve been holding for quite some while. He pulls his lips between his teeth – and shakes his head. It puts a stab through Mal's heart. The shame for his thoughts washes a wave of nausea over him.
But Ami still holds his gaze, warm eyes, red cheeks, no trace of disgust or refusal. Mal withstands his silent inquiry and then it clicks and he understands: It is not he personally who is being rejected.
“Would you like me to make love to you?” Mal offers softly, even though the phrasing makes him feel a little silly.
Ami bites his lower lip, but that doesn't stop the smile from spreading all over his face. He pulls up the blanket to hide his face and Mal laughs with him, so full of relief that he almost misses the enthusiastic nod he gets as an answer.
I know this sounds silly to most authors out there, but this is such a huge accomplishment for me!! I've never written such a long fic and I am very proud of myself for still committing to it
Apparently I have my very first clone OC now, cos I just couldn't help myself. *SIGH*
He's cute and smol and Just A Boy™ and already a little too mary sue and I haven't quite settled on a name yet but I love him and I want Ordo and Fi to adopt him and feed him uj'alayi all day, even though he's a grown adult
