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hey! i noticed u were looking for some prompts from the trope bingo 👀 could you do "in a cabin in the middle of a snowstorm"? 😍💖💞
ahh thank you so much for this request!! it was a lot of fun to write, and i hope you enjoy!!
sharing a bed trope bingo - in a cabin in the middle of a snowstorm
also on ao3
A stakeout mission isn’t out of the norm for Roy’s unit. They find a place to stay the night and secretly gather information on their suspect and exit the following morning without being discovered. Sometimes, they didn’t even have to stay the whole night.
This mission was supposed to be one of those missions. It was supposed to be an in-and-out operation to observe the hideout of a local drug ring, located in the woods of East City. But a snowstorm had other plans for the colonel and the lieutenant.
“Fuery, can you hear me—over?” Roy speaks into the radio and peers out the window, awaiting a response. None comes.
Riza’s on the other side of the room, looking out a window with her arms crossed over her chest. “It’s not letting up, Colonel. I doubt you’ll get in any contact with the unit tonight.”
Roy curses under his breath. Despite the circumstances, he’s glad to be out of the snow and inside a cabin. The cabin in question appears to be a rental spot for honeymooners based on the cozy decor, small kitchen, and one bedroom at the back of the house. There’s a fireplace in the living room that he lit upon arrival.
The colonel moves to the couch to maintain a view of the door, the two windows, and his lieutenant. He doesn’t like not being able to contact the other members of his unit, but as long as they are safe in East City, he doesn’t have anything to worry about. His main priority is keeping himself and Riza safe for the remainder of the night.
“There’s an unopened jar of jam and a loaf of bread in the cabinets, if you’re hungry,” Riza says after sitting down in a rocking chair by the fireplace. “I found it when I surveyed the house. The bread seems fine for consumption, and there’s a toaster.” She pushes herself back and forth with her foot.
Roy rises from the couch and enters the kitchen. “We should have something to eat before we call it a night.” As Riza goes to move from her spot from the fireplace, he shakes his head and adds, “I’ll take care of yours, Hawkeye.” He asks how many pieces of toast she would like.
“Two will be fine,” she answers after a moment of hesitation. Riza’s eyes fall to a spot on the ground as she continues to rock back and forth in the chair.
The scene draws up an image of them as newlyweds in his head—a night that isn’t the result of a mission that went wrong. It’s the night after their wedding, and they’ve escaped from the city for a night of celebration in the countryside. Once her two pieces of bread are in the toaster, he watches Riza from behind the counter in the kitchen as she pulls a throw over herself from the waist down. She’s relaxed, and it only strengthens the picture of her as his wife.
After a few minutes of daydreaming, Roy’s brought out of his head by the bread popping out of the top of the toaster. The toast is golden brown—just how he remembers her liking it—and he places the slices on a white plate he found in the cabinet. He then pops two pieces of bread in there for himself. The colonel finds a butter knife and opens the jar of jam, and upon spreading it on the pieces of toast, he realizes it’s strawberry—Riza’s favorite. He also gets her a glass of water from the sink. Once his toast is finished, he spreads the jam and gets a glass of water for himself.
Riza’s eyes are half-shut and she’s barely rocking now, but as he walks into the living room, her eyes quickly open and meet Roy’s.
“I apologize, sir,” she immediately says and straightens in her seat. “I don’t need to let my guard down while it’s just us.”
Roy gives her the plate of toast and the glass of water and shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it, Hawkeye. I have the feeling that we’ll be alright out here,” he says. “Eat up, Lieutenant.”
Riza looks down at the toast, and a twinge of red spreads across her face. She looks up at Roy and smiles. “Thank you, Colonel.”
Roy smiles, and he fights the sudden urge to kiss her forehead. The picture of her as his wife returns, and he pushes it to the back of his mind as he sits down on the couch.
“We’ll have to sleep in shifts tonight considering there’s only one bed.” Riza takes a bite from her toast. Her eyes then light up. “Oh, this jam is so good, Colonel.”
Roy tears off a piece of his own supper and smiles. “We’ll have to contact the owner and see if we can get any more for the unit,” he says. “But I don’t think sleeping in shifts will be necessary, Hawkeye.”
Riza stops mid-bite. After swallowing it down with a swig of water, she meets the colonel’s gaze and tilts her head. “Sir, we’re still in the middle of an operation.”
“Well, I don’t think anyone will be able to get in that door with it snowing like it is,” he says and takes another drink from his glass. “And it’ll be much warmer if we share the bed instead of getting up and down all night and letting all the cold air in, don’t you think?”
Riza’s cheeks are red again. “Yes,” she says softly. “I suppose you’re right.”
The lieutenant finally relaxes and nods. They sit in comfortable silence for a little while longer as they both finish their toast; the exhaustion of the day has finally caught up with them both.
“Thank you for the toast, sir.”
“You’ve already thanked me once, Hawkeye,” Roy says and smiles in her direction.
Riza places the plate and the empty on the mantle of the fireplace. “If you want to go ahead and go to sleep, Colonel, I’ll keep watch up here,” she says and stretches out her arms, settling further into the rocking chair. Her eyes are half-shut, and she’s too tired to even realize it.
Roy chuckles softly at his lieutenant’s state of sleepiness. “We agreed to sleep in the same bed, remember?”
“We did, didn’t we?” Riza says as she yawns and shuts her eyes completely. She then goes still and her breathing slows. The lieutenant has fallen asleep.
Roy shakes his head and stands from the couch, yawning as he does so. He rubs his eyes before walking over to the rocking chair. He carefully eases Riza out of the seat and into his arms, ensuring that she remains wrapped in the blanket.
He turns off the light and exits the living room, carrying his lieutenant into the bedroom at the back of the cabin. Roy places her gently on the left side of the bed and swaddles her in the blankets and bedsheets. Once again, he’s fighting the urge to kiss her on her forehead or even her cheek. The colonel sighs as he walks over to the right side of the bed and slides under the covers, careful not to wake her.
Riza stirs in her sleep, and for a moment, he’s scared that he’s woken her up. Instead, she rolls on her side and lays her head on his chest, her eyes closed the entire time. Her breathing is steady, and the lieutenant is still asleep.
Roy brushes her bangs out of her eyes and smiles at her peacefulness.
“Good night, Riza,” he whispers, “Sleep well.”
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"Cough the hospital one in the last row" 👀 Please can you do that prompt? I would love to read your take on it 🤩❤️
ANON!!!! i was so glad you and @klainelynch requested this one, i had to get my fill of hospital royai!!
sharing a bed trope bingo - it was a hospital bed, and A slipped in carefully to lie beside B all night (these are still open btw!!)
also on ao3
The night starts with the loud clunk of an empty metal bedpan. Riza’s eyes are shut, but she’s not asleep, due to being elevated on a stack of three pillows to keep fluid from accumulating in her neck. She hears him curse under his breath.
Riza sighs and opens her eyes to see the Colonel as he stands from his hospital bed and shakily grabs the bedpost. He tests out taking a step forward and quickly moves his hand from the post to the table between them to steady himself.
“Colonel,” she says, her voice slightly strained, “what are you doing?”
Roy takes another step forward and moves his hand to the rail on her hospital bed. He slowly turns on his heel and lowers himself onto the mattress, letting out a deep exhale as he relaxes his weight.
Riza’s eyes go to the door. While she’s sure the colonel won’t cross into the line of legality, she doesn’t want a nurse entering and interrupting. She shifts over in her bed very slightly to give the colonel room to lay, but, in the small hospital bed, her accommodation doesn’t make much of a difference.
“You aren’t resting, Lieutenant,” Roy says and moves to lay against the pillow. He’s sandwiched between the metal rail and Riza’s body. “Are you in pain?” His voice is quiet, concerned.
The lieutenant shakes her head. “They gave me medicine about an hour ago,” she whispers, unable to speak any louder. “It’s slowly starting to kick in.”
Roy brings his hands from his sides to rest over his stomach, and as they shift closer together, she groans ever so softly. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No,” she answers immediately, “No, sir. You aren’t.” Due to her incline, she’s higher up on the bed than Roy is, and she’s got a perfect view of the top of his head. His hair is slicked with oil and in desperate need of a wash. Without thinking, she lifts her hands out from under him and touches the strands, working through each knot with her fingers.
Roy hums as he relaxes. “How bad does it look, Lieutenant?” he asks. “And be honest with me.”
“I’ve never seen your hair in such a matted state, or at least not since you went eight months without a cut while you were staying with my father.” Her arms tire and she brings them from his scalp, letting her arms fall against his. “I’ll have to wash your hair for you tomorrow.” She pauses for a moment and adds, “As long as that’s what you want.”
Roy looks up, his sightless eyes lingering around hers, never once making true contact. “I’d love for you to,” he says and smiles.
Her heart feels as though it might beat out of her chest, and she’s sure he can hear it. After a moment of stillness, Riza almost jumps out of her skin when he takes her hand, the one that’s resting against his forearm.
Roy moves again, and this time he rests his head against the lower part of her ribcage, his chin resting atop her stomach. “Will you be able to rest like this, Lieutenant?”
Riza grazes the side of his cheek with her free hand before she rests her hand against his head, tangling her fingers in the strands of his unwashed hair.
“Yes,” she says, closing her eyes. “I think I will.”
And just like that, the night slips away.
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Hello! How about Stephen doing little magic tricks in order to slowly accommodate Tony to magic?
thank you so much for the ask anon! this one was fun to write because of the initial lightheartedness and of course, me being me, i added some slight hurt/comfort at the end. i hope it suits you well :D
What We Sorcerers “Do”
“I’m still not clear on what the whole,” Tony waved his hand, searching for the words to describe Stephen’s abilities as he leaned back in the lounge chair “-magic thing. Whatever it is you people do.” He crossed his legs and shifted his gaze to Stephen. He placed his empty coffee mug on the table.
Stephen rolled his eyes and sat down on the sofa across from Tony. He set his tea down on the coffee table and wiped his mouth. “Well it is magic, you got that much correct. And ‘you people’ is quite demeaning. We’re sorcerers, masters of the mystic arts.”
“Whatever you are, I don’t understand what is that you,” he paused, remembering the word Stephen used, “sorcerers do.” He took his copy of Science Daily from the table and flipped open to the table of contents.
Stephen swiped his hand, and a whip of orange sparks formed from his gesture. He knocked the magazine away from Tony and to the floor.
Tony gasped, his mouth agape. His featured quickly turned to annoyance, and he looked at Stephen. “You bastard,” he chided and reached for the magazine.
“That’s one thing I can do,” Stephen said, a smirk coming across his lips. He took a quick sip of his tea and relaxed against the seat. “What do you think?”
Tony rolled his eyes. “If that’s all you do, I’m not interested,” he said, crossing his arms against his chest.
“Wait, I’m sure you’ll like what I do next.” Stephen’s eyes lit up, and he grabbed Tony’s empty cup from the table. He waved his hand over the mug and within just a few seconds, he filled the cup to just below the top with steaming black coffee. He smiled and handed it to Tony.
Tony took the glass into his hand and examined its liquid contents, puzzled. He blew the steam off the top and took a sip, his eyes widening. “That’s coffee,” he said and a smile came across his face. “It tastes just like my brew. How did you do that?” Tony leaned forward, tilting his head from intrigue.
Stephen shook his head. “That’s magic. I can’t tell you that.” He smiled.
Tony set down his cup. “See that’s what I don’t understand about magic. You can’t explain it to me, I don’t understand,” he responded and moved to the couch with Stephen. He crossed his legs underneath him and faced him. “Do you have anything else you can show me?”
Stephen hesitated and his eyes fell to his hands. He closed his eyes, and an orange aura grew around his hands, fading into the air as it did so. He exhaled and opened his eyes.
“This is another reason why magic is so important.” Stephen lifted his trembling hands in the air, biting his lip from the sudden sensation of pain. He gazed at Tony, meeting his eyes as he showed Tony his hands. “I need it, to steady my hands.”
Tony took his hands into his own, his eyes filled with concern. He laid Stephen’s fingers against his palms and brought them down and out of the air. “Don’t hurt yourself, Stephen. I understand why it’s so important.”
Stephen swallowed, and he restored the magic in his hands, letting out a heavy sigh of relief as the pain faded away.
“I apologize for making you see that.”
Tony shook his head and brought Stephen into an embrace, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he wrapped his arms around him. “Don’t. I’m glad you showed me.”
“You are?” Stephen asked and leaned into Tony’s embrace, shifting around to lay against his body.
Tony nodded and smiled at him. “Of course. I think I understand you and your magic a lot better now. And that was our goal, wasn’t it?”
Stephen chuckled and shut his eyes, taking Tony’s hand into his own. “I’ll show you more magic again sometime, alright?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
#ironstrange#tony stark x stephen strange#ironstrange fanfic#tony stark#stephen strange#vadetakesarequest#vadesmasterlist#vade's post
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"DON'T EVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN" KISS... please... ;_;
@firewood-figs of course, anything for the angst. thank you for the ask and i do hope you enjoy it :D
prompt taken from this list of angst kiss prompts
“Give us a moment,” Roy says. He watches the nurses exit the room, offering their help if he needs anything. He directs his gaze to the lieutenant and lets out a heavy sigh, pain seeping throughout his abdomen as he shifts over in the bed. He pats the empty space with his hand, signaling for her to sit by his side.
Riza’s breath hitches at his request, and she stills. “Are you sure, sir?” she asks to confirm.
The colonel nods, a reassuring expression on his dimly lit features. He lowers his eyes and watches as she eases down on the side of the hospital bed, apprehensive and avoiding any sudden jolts of the bed. Roy shakes his head, silently asking her to lay by his side.
Riza recognizes this and her eyes widen, unsure if she should. But once again, he nods, and she complies and settles by his side, careful not to let her weight rest against him. He’s surprisingly warm and sitting beside him is comforting, though she wouldn’t admit to anyone. She can faintly hear him breathe and focuses on the sound, reassuring herself that he is indeed alive, that Lust didn’t tear him to shreds.
Roy breaks the silence first. “Did they tell you anything else about Havoc’s surgery?” he asks, approaching the conversation quietly.
“No, sir,” she says almost hopelessly. “Just that this second one will hopefully be his last for now. I’m sorry, Colonel.”
Roy curses. “Not two weeks into our transfer and we’ve already lost a good man.” He shivers and looks at the lieutenant.
“He’s not dead, Colonel,” Riza deadpans. “Havoc is as strong as he is good. He’s already expressed interest in the physical therapy program, even if it is just to see the female therapists. I think he’ll be alright, sir.”
Roy chuckles and lets out a sigh. “I know he’ll be. And who knows, there might be a day where he is able to return to the unit. Stranger things have happened, especially now that we’re at Central.”
“How are your injuries, sir?” Riza asks, defaulting to a formal question in such unfamiliar and informal circumstances. She had never laid this close to the colonel, or anyone in particular since her childhood when she would lay with her mother to fall asleep. The closeness is everything she’s needed after the stress of the last few days. She can’t help but feel the sense of wrongness that is thick between them, and she knows things could escalate to illegality from their actions. But she, possibly out of exhaustion, decides to ignore it.
Roy is quiet for a moment. “They’re alright,” he says and flinches at a sudden strike of pain. He sees that the lieutenant notices this and smiles at her, facing the irony of the circumstance head on. “But I think the numbing agent they used is starting to wear off.”
Riza lets herself laugh softly. “I’m sure they’ll give you some medication tomorrow morning with breakfast, sir.” She pauses and a grin comes up her face. “Only if you make it through the night.”
Roy scoffs in forged offense. “You wound me, Hawkeye.”
“I apologize, sir,” Riza returns, in a tone that says she is most definitely, not sorry.
Roy’s expression shifts. He’s quiet for a moment. “I think I should be the one apologizing to you, Hawkeye,” he admits. “For my outburst earlier. You deserve better than me exploding on you.” He takes her hand, wrapping his fingers around hers.
“I acted irrationally, sir. Every word you said was true.” Riza is shaken by his words, but she doesn’t let her voice tremble.
“No.” Roy shakes his head. “You are no idiot, and your resolve is stronger than mine will ever be. There is no telling how I would have reacted if I was faced with the same situation.” He swallows and exhales shakily, meeting Riza’s eyes. “Please forgive me,” he says and tapers his statement, a sob enveloping his voice. He seems to naturally lean against her as he begins to cry, tears streaming from his eyes and dampening the arm of her uniform.
Riza lets him cry, taking a handkerchief from her jacket pocket and gently wiping his eyes. Her heart aches at the sight of him in his state, with such physical and emotional wounds.
“I do,” she says, making the effort to drop his title. “Just don’t ever scare me like that again.” Her voice breaks as tears well in the backs of her eyes. She lets them fall and shakes against him as they roll down her cheeks.
Before she can wipe them away, Roy brings his hand to graze her face lightly, softly stroking underneath her eyes with his thumbs. He cups her cheek and presses a tender, tired kiss to her temple. He holds his lips to her skin for a moment too long to be considered platonic while he relishes in the softness of her blonde hair. He decides to speak.
“I swear to you, Riza, that I won’t.”
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Hi! I'm frankly disturbed by the lack of general Olivier Armstrong/reader I can find cuz damn, yes ma'am 😍 Could you help a buddy out? 🖤
thank you so much for the request, anon! i’ve been meaning to writing something with Olivier for quite a while now, and you gave me an excuse to do so. note: i made two versions of this, the first version is a gender neutral reader and that will be underneath the cut, while the ao3 version linked will be female!reader. i wrote the original in female reader, so if you want the full effect, i suggest ao3.
mulling over coffee with company ~ also on ao3
“Are you cold, Lieutenant?” General Armstrong asked and noted your trembling hands as you stepped with her onto a balcony and overlooked the snowy hills rising and falling around the border of Briggs. Her sword was sheathed by her hip, and she let her hand rest against the hilt.
You shook your head and shoved your hands in your pockets. “Nothing I’m not used to, General.” You looked at her with a light smile. The intensity of her features had fallen as it grew later into the evening. In the lantern lights of the terrace and the moonlight beaming from the sky, her deep-set, tired cerulean eyes were apparent as you studied her face.
“You are staring, Lieutenant,” Olivier said and broke you from your gaze, locking her eyes with your own. “Permission to speak freely, if you have something to say.”
Your eyes widened. “No, sir. I don’t,” you returned and scorned the prying words on your tongue.
Olivier appeared shocked, and her breath hitched ever so slightly as her lips parted. “Are you sure, Lieutenant?” she asked, letting her composure drop for a moment.
You faltered and swallowed. “You just seem more,” you paused, and gave an ahem, “tired than usual, General. I couldn’t help but notice how your eyes look underneath the lower lights. And of course, the moonlight. It’s a full one tonight.”
“Oh,” Olivier said and looked up to the sky. “It is.” She ignored your statements about her appearance and returned to her hardened expression.
There was silence between you and her for a long moment, and you wondered if you had struck a nerve, the things you said a bit too forward for her liking. But as always, she was unreadable, and her gaze was fixed on the moon.
“Lieutenant,” Olivier spoke, letting her hands fall tightly by her side. “Let me invite you to my quarters for the remainder of the evening. I won’t keep you long.”
You nodded as heat rushed to your cheeks. “Yes, sir,” you said with a salute.
Olivier shook her head and spun on her heel, her waist-length blond hair swishing through the air as she whirled around.
You followed her promptly and wondered why it was she would ask you to her quarters at such an hour. It was likely a simple reason, to mull over coffee with company until the night ended. But there was a part of you that, as you watched her strut with high shoulders after the moment of failed collectedness by Olivier, she might be requesting you for something less professional.
Not that you minded, though, because you would be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to the general in a less than acceptable manner. She was a stunning woman in the least of words, and often, just as you did on the balcony, you found yourself reveling in her demanding atmosphere, picturing what it would be like to be under a different extent of her command. That vision of Olivier was what guided you off to sleep some nights, though you wouldn’t admit it.
You continued to follow her as she took you through her office, hanging her heavy black jacket by the door of her room.
“Leave your jacket on the rack,” she told and opened the door to her quarters, signaling for you to go inside. “I have access to heating.”
You nodded and placed the jacket on the hook, across from her own. You stepped into her living area as she flipped on the lights and let the door fall shut behind the both of you.
Olivier relaxed her shoulders and eased over to the far side of the room, where a fresh pot of coffee had just been brewed. She took two mugs from the collection on her bookshelf and poured you both a mug full.
“Take a seat, Second Lieutenant,” Olivier said after handing you the mug and watched her with wide eyes.
You pointed to the chair at her desk. “Is that alright?”
“Of course,” she answered and sat on her bed, cooling her coffee with a breath before taking a sip.
You sat in the chair and faced Olivier as her slender fingers wrapped around the mug as she brought it to her lips and gulped the beverage down with a heavy exhale.
“Like a deer in headlights,” she muttered under her breath and set the mug on her bedside table. Olivier then met your eyes. “You aren’t in trouble, Lieutenant.”
Your chest relaxed in relief, but you were still puzzled by her actions. “Then why did you bring me here, General?”
“I like your company, and I didn’t think you should be in the cold this late,” Olivier answered, discarding her Amestrian military jacket on the bed. “You can’t lie to me, Lieutenant.”
Your cheeks went red at her words. “Look where we are,” you rebutted, “It’s nothing I can’t handle. You shouldn’t worry about me, General. I’m just another soldier beneath your command.”
Her nonchalant expression shifted to something closer to concern, with hints of anger in her eyes, and the general straightened in her seat.
“Do not say such a thing, Lieutenant,” Olivier declared, her voice stern as she bore her eyes into yours. “You are not just another soldier, nor have you ever been! You are the only one underneath my command that is worth multiple tens of your fellow men.” She rose from her seat on the bed and stepped towards you.
“You would not be in my bedroom if it wasn’t for your status as a one of the highest regarded in my eyes. Do not ever think of yourself as simply another one of my men, or-” a pause, she took a grip on your jacket “-another soldier.” The final words of her statement were spoken with a bitter taste on her tongue as she glared in your eyes. But her eyes softened as she let go of your jacket and let out a heavy exhale.
You stood from your chair and eased to Olivier, but she refused to meet your eyes. Her statement, and her apprehensiveness about your response, explained why it was she brought you here in the first place. You were proud to be more than just another soldier to her, but you knew you, by her outburst, that you meant even more than that to her.
“General,” you whispered and brought your hand to her cheek, and the warmness of her skin radiated under your touch.
She let out a shaky breath as she finally leaned into your hand and met your eyes. She shook her head.
“Forgive me for my outburst,” she spoke, her low but voice returned to its regular intensity. She took a step forward and closed the gap between you and her. “But you mustn’t disregard what I said.”
Your breath hitched. “I won’t, sir.”
“No.” She pursed her lips at the honorific and set her arm against your waist. “You are to call me Olivier from now on.”
You weren’t sure how to respond, afraid your lips might go for hers during your attempt to speak. So you nodded, with wide eyes gazing into hers. You watched her eyes fall to your lips as she carded her fingers through your hair with the hand that didn’t have a hold on your hip.
Olivier broke and crashed her lips against yours, settling the suffocating tension as she would with her sword. She kissed you deeply, with the intensity and desire of a woman who’s previous physical release had been in years prior to her current circumstance and the taste of coffee on her tongue. She lifted you by your thighs and set you on her desk, not once breaking the lock on your lips.
You returned this fervent need for her and kissed her with the passion rivaling her own as you continued to hold her jaw tightly in your hand, rhythmically stroking her cheek with your thumb. Even from above your layered uniform, the pressure with which her fingers pushed into your waist seemed enough to bruise, increased doubly with the use of both hands as she fought for leverage while kissing you.
“Olivier,” you groaned softly, parting from her lips for air.
Her eyes were half-lidded and low and through rose-tinted cheeks and the fondness in her expression, it was exhaustion that flooded her face, echoing her appearance on the balcony. Olivier sighed and kissed you once more, quick with her action. She released your hips from her grasp and rubbed them gently.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
You shook your head. “If I need bruises and I need ice, I’ll come to you.”
Olivier extended her hand to help you step down from her desk. “If you need anything in the night, come to me.”
“Of course.” You steadied on your feet and smiled, easing to the door of her bedroom. “You try and get some rest tonight, alright? Can’t let the Northern Wall of Briggs fall.”
Olivier nodded with a hint of a smile on her face. “Goodnight, Lieutenant.”
#olivier mira armstrong#olivier mira armstrong x reader#olivier mira armstrong fanfic#vadetakesarequest#vadesmasterlist
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royai 16 for the prompt please!!!
ahh thank you so much for the request @fullmetal-hellmouthchemist!! this one was a tad bit longer than i intended it to be, but i think it’s sweet. i do hope you enjoy it!
things you said when there was no space between us - prompt 16 from a prompt list of sorts. ~ also on ao3
“We’ve been together long enough. You said that to me, Roy,” Riza broke the silence in their dressing room as she brushed through her hair, her blonde length ceased at the nape of her neck. She watched the general-to-be dress through the reflection of the mirror at the vanity.
Roy didn’t miss a beat. “I did, and I meant it,” he stated, attempting to button the white shirt he’d wear beneath his military jacket, weighted by emblems and insignia of his contributions to the nation of Amestris. “Since before we joined the military.” His hands shook from the high-precision action required, and Roy grew frustrated at his unsuccess at the first button.
“Let me,” Riza said at a moment’s notice of his struggling hands and came out of her seat, standing in front of Roy as she pushed his hands to his sides. She fastened each button with care and brushed away any wrinkles made by the movement of the fabric. She raised her eyes to Roy, blushing at the sight of his similarly reddened cheeks.
“You didn’t have to, Riza,” Roy spoke, softening his eyes at her. He tucked in the tail of his shirt.
Riza shook her head, bringing his hands into her own. “I’m not having you walk out in front of the entire country with lopsided buttons.” She smiled, but her eyes fell from his.
“What’s wrong?” Roy asked, taking notice of her shift in expression. “Hey, are you nervous?”
Riza sighed and looked up at Roy. “It’s not that.” She shook her head. “You don’t think we’re too close, do you? The things we said when there was no space between us, Roy, how does that change how close we are now, and how close we are to be after today?”
Roy understood her concerns. Today, he would become a General, second in command only to the Führer, and she would rise to the rank of a Captain, and the laws which were to define their relationship and the prying eyes of the people of Amestris would grow stronger than they had ever been. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried about how the state of their affairs would be altered after today.
“We are to be as close as we would like,” Roy reassured and closed the space between them, bringing his arms around Riza’s waist. “I told you in the hospital, I’m not letting us go back. Old man Grumman’s going to change the laws, and maybe he won’t make me marry his granddaughter before I get the chance to marry you.”
Riza scoffed and leaned against Roy’s chest as the couple began to sway back and forth to the rhythmic motion of an imaginary tune. “Grumman said that to you?” she laughed. “The bastard, I swear I’m going to have to put a bullet in his head.”
Roy was taken aback by her remarks. “You must have something against his granddaughter,” he offered with a tilt of his head.
“I am his granddaughter, ” Riza deadpanned and rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe he said that to you. Does he know about us?”
Roy shook his head. “Of course not. He says he’s been planning to change the fraternization laws for a while now, though. Says he’ll lump it in with a bunch of other reformations so it isn’t the spotlight of the media.” He paused for a moment. “You do want to marry me though, right?”
“Of course I do, Roy,” Riza responded and softened her voice. “I don’t care if my grandfather wants me to marry you, I’m not going to unless I want to. And I do, more than anything else.” She smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
Roy returned the smile. “As do I,” he replied with a squeeze to her hand. He eased out of her embrace and pressed his hand against the seat of her vanity, transmuting two small metal bands from the material.
“They won’t mean anything officially until the laws are changed, and I know it’s not an actual engagement ring,” Roy began and knelt before her, his eyes not leaving hers. He took her hand into his, the ring held between his thumb and first finger. “As I said, we’ve been together long enough, but I want us to be together for as long as we can be.”
Riza’s eyes welled with tears as a smile came across her face. “I do too, Roy.”
“After everything that you and I have been through, after everything we have done, I didn’t know if I could ever bring myself to ask you if I could dedicate my life to you after you had already done so for me. I want to close the space between us for the final time, Riza. Of course, if you want to as well.”
“Of course, I do,” Riza laughed as tears fell from her eyes through her glowing smile. “Just put the ring on me, I know you didn't prepare a speech.”
Roy chuckled and slipped it on the fourth finger of her right hand, purposely, as to not arouse any suspicion when they would go before the crowd. As he raised to his feet, Riza took the second ring and placed it on his middle finger of his left hand. Roy beamed and took her into his arms, spinning around as he embraced her tightly.
“I love you so much, Roy Mustang,” Riza said as she wiped her eyes, leaned against his chest with a bright smile.
Roy exhaled. “I love you too, Riza Hawkeye.” He brought his hand to her cheek and pressed his lips against hers, kissing her with the passion of a raging flame. He was eager, engrossed in the addicting sparks she set off in him.
Riza reciprocated intensely, furthering the kiss between them as her chest rose and fell out of appetite for him. He set her skin ablaze, every nerve in her body sending off signals to rush heat to her surface. She was cautious, however, knowing she couldn’t ruffle his hair or wrinkle his clothing.
“Lieutenant Hawkeye, Colonel Mustang, I hope you both are almost ready!”
The cheerful, aged voice of General Grumman rang out in their room as he stepped through the doorway. He stopped in his tracks at the sight of Roy and Riza.
Roy’s breath left his lungs, and he parted from Riza, taking his hand into hers as he stepped to her side.
“You need to learn to knock,” Riza declared, her eyes hardened as she tightened her grip on Roy’s hand. “Grandfather.” Her hand rested at her thigh, and she swallowed.
The old man simply chuckled and eased the door shut, shaking his head with a smile. “At ease, my granddaughter. I won’t tell a soul about what I just witnessed. Your secret is safe with me.”
Roy watched the fear fade from Riza’s eyes as she relaxed and loosened her grip. Her smile returned, and she met Roy’s eyes.
“It’s alright,” Riza said and gave a smile to Roy, bringing her hand from his to pull her navy blue jacket over her shoulders. “If it was anyone else, it might not have been.”
“General Grumman, how much time do we have?”
The general checked his watch. “Plenty of time, Colonel.” He smiled and walked over to Roy, leaning down to whisper in his ear.
“I’m glad it’s you,” Grumman said, locking eyes with Riza in the mirror as he did so. He leaned up and stepped over to Riza, patting the young woman on her shoulder. “You’ve got a mighty good man there, Riza. It wouldn’t be wise of me to make you lose him.” He turned on his heel and returned to the doorway.
“Meet me at the end of the corridor when you are both ready,” he informed and exited their dressing room with a content smile across his face.
With the click of the door, unison sighs of relief emerged from Roy and Riza’s lips.
Riza fixed the collar of her black overcoat. “I was ready to shoot someone, Roy,” she admitted, meeting his eyes.
Roy eased to her side and rested his hand at the small of her back. “At least it was Grumman. It’s alright now, Riza.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead.
A smile returned to Riza’s lips, and she spoke, “I assume you are ready now?”
“Yes,” Roy answered. He pushed back his shoulders, straightened his spine, and exhaled. “And you are as well?”
Riza nodded. “As I’ll ever be.” She took his hand into hers.
“Let’s go, Lieutenant.”
“Yes, Colonel.”
#fullmetal alchemist brotherhood#fmab#roy mustang#riza hawkeye#roy mustang x riza hawkeye#royai#vadetakesarequest#vadesmasterlist
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Hi! Can you do “Wow, you look… amazing.” from Drabble List #2 with ironstrange? If you can't that's okey 🥰
thank you for the ask, @ilovepeterstark3000! i know this took a little while to do, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless. i had fun writing this one. (the gif isn’t perfect, but i think it works.)
To The Nines
“You know, I have to go to a gala tomorrow night,” Tony began as he flipped through the pages of a hot rod magazine while he rested on the couch with Stephen. “Pepper invited me. She said I could bring someone along.”
Stephen turned the page of his spellbook. He responded, “Is this your casual way of asking me out?”
Tony set the magazine to his side and leaned back on a pillow. “Yes, I’m asking you out. We haven’t dressed up together in a while, and I think it might be nice to get out.”
Stephen stood from the couch and opened a portal to the sanctum library. He placed the book on its correct spot on the shelf without having to step through the portal entirely. The sorcerer leaned out of the portal and brought his hands together to close it. He turned back to Tony and gave a smile.
“I’ll think about it,” Stephen replied and sauntered over to Tony. He pressed a kiss to the man’s cheek and smiled. “You coming to bed?”
Tony rose from the couch and wrapped arms around Stephen’s waist. “Might as well.” He ran a finger down Stephen’s chest and smirked.
Stephen rolled his eyes as he took Tony’s hands and led him to their bedroom. After letting Tony walk in the room behind him, Stephen shut the door.
Tony laid down on the bed and rolled to his side. He exhaled as exhaustion flooded over him, and he gazed at Stephen.
Stephen pulled the cover over his chest and sighed. “I’ll be going to the sanctum early tomorrow morning,” he said and signaled for Tony to lie by his side. “Wong said I need to come and organize the library before students arrive Monday.”
“Will you be back for that gala?” Tony asked as he scooted to Stephen’s side and laid his head on the man’s chest.
“If I decide to come, I will,” Stephen smirked and kissed the man’s forehead. “What time is the gala?”
Tony’s eyes met Stephen’s. “I’ll be leaving at five-thirty.”
“Well, I guess, if I come, I’ll be here by five,” Stephen replied with a smile. “I’ll see if I can make it. I know how much you want me to come, Tony. I can just see it in your eyes.”
Tony raised up and pecked his lips. “I hope you can.”
Stephen reached over and flipped off the lamp, leaving the men in the darkness. The sorcerer’s eyes adjusted as he relaxed against the pillow. “I love you, Tony,” he whispered as he stroked the man’s scalp
“I love you too, Stephen,” Tony said in a whisper as Stephen’s embrace and massage of his hair lulled him off to sleep.
Tony awoke the next morning with a pillow between his arms, instead of the sorcerer with whom had he fallen asleep. He sighed as he tore himself away from the warmth of his sheets, catching a glance of his alarm clock before leaving his bedroom. The clock read 11:55.
Tony eased into the bathroom and discarded his clothes on the floor, rubbing his face and eyes as he stepped into the shower. He wondered how he let himself sleep in so long.
At the sanctum, Stephen stood between the bookshelves, replacing the previous semester of books with the new set for the incoming term. He had awoken at dawn to meditate, as he did every morning at the sanctum. But after hours of renewing the books when a simple spell could have done the trick (Wong says it takes patience and good discipline to do it by hand), Stephen had begun to be a tad bit bored by the practice.
“This section is finished, Wong!” Stephen called, a signal for Wong to bring the next volumes of tomes to the shelves.
Wong appeared by the empty book cart. “It’s lunchtime. We’ll finish the rest later on.”
“Tony invited me to a gala,” Stephen said as they walked out the library and down the large steps of the sanctum. “I’ll be leaving at about five. We’ll have all the books replaced by then, right?”
Wong smirked. “We did most of the heavy work this morning. I’ll do a spell.”
Stephen shook his head and replied, “Do it by hand you said, it gives good discipline you said.”
After eating with Wong, Stephen spent the rest of the day in his chambers, trying to find an outfit to wear to the gala with Tony. He rummaged through his closet for the perfect suit, even if there wasn’t much choice. Then he saw it. It was by far the best suit he had. Stephen went to the showers, confident in the choice of outfit.
Tony laid underneath a car, his hands stained with motor oil and sweat dripping down his forehead. He set down his tools. “FRIDAY, what time is it?” he asked and rolled himself out from under the car.
“Four thirty-five, boss. I recommend you start to get ready for that gala,” the intelligence system responded.
Tony wiped his forehead with a shop towel and rose from the ground. He flipped off the lights in his garage and took the elevator back up to his quarters. He showered once again to rid his body of the smell of gasoline and rusted metal. Tony styled his grey-streaked hair and donned himself in the suit he had chosen to wear. It was a simple full black suit but with a patterned navy tie.
Tony slipped a watch on his wrist as he walked to the living room. He checked the time. The watch read 4:59, he still had thirty minutes to relax before he was scheduled to leave.
Just as Tony sat down on the couch, a circle of orange sparks appeared in the air. The portal formed and Stephen stepped through. He smiled at Tony and brought his hands together, the powering returning to his sling rings.
“Wow, you look… amazing,” Tony spoke as he stood from the couch and approached the man.
Stephen wore a navy blue suit with a black bow tie around his neck. As he smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles in his coat, Stephen smiled at Tony. “As does yourself.”
“I’m serious, Stephen. You are dressed to the nines,” Tony admitted as he looked over the suit once more. “We should do this more often.”
The sorcerer chuckled. “I always did enjoy dressing up. Do you think the sling rings match?”
Tony glanced at his hands as he took one into his own. “They go with everything, Stephen. I’m so glad you decided to come.”
Stephen gazed at Tony for a moment and pressed a kiss to his hand. “As am I, Tony. Thank you for inviting me.”
“I wouldn’t want to take anyone else,” Tony replied and smiled at the man. “You look amazing, Stephen. I know I keep saying it, but you really do.”
Stephen lowered his eyes as heat rose into his cheeks. “I’m going to compliment you if you keep complimenting me. And I know how much you eat it up,” he rebutted with a sly peck to Tony’s lips.
“You wouldn’t want me to take that suit off of you before I got to enjoy it even more than I already do, now would you?” Tony countered, a spark entering his eyes.
“Come on, Tony.” Stephen rolled his eyes and walked with Tony to the elevator. He was overjoyed he’d be spending the evening with the man. He pressed the call button for the elevator.
Tony held the man’s hand softly. “Hey, Stephen?”
“What is it, Tony? Did you forget something?” A bit of worry showed through his voice.
Tony shook his head and met the man’s eyes. “I love you.”
Stephen’s heart melted, and he kissed Tony’s cheek. “I love you too.”
#ironstrange#tony stark x stephen strange#tony stark#stephen strange#vadetakesarequest#vadesmasterlist#vade's post
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Can you do #47 for the angsty relationship asks. Ironstrange plz!
ooh, thank you for the ask!
47) who has more dreams/nightmares about the other?
tony does struggle with nightmares, but most of them aren't about stephen.
stephen, because of his eidetic memory, remembers absolutely everything that he sees. this takes a toll on his conscious.
these memories of the multiverse and everything he sees manifest in horrendous night terrors, many of which involve tony.
every night, it disrupts his sleep.
he remembers every dream he has, describing it in vivid detail to tony when he wakes up.
sometimes stephen will wake up crying and thrashing about.
tony is always there to help in through it all.
stephen will often stay awake on a night for days at a time, and his only motivation to sleep is tony.
the nightmares are worse when tony isn't home.
this got really dark, really quick. i think it filled the prompt pretty well.
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for 50 types of kisses - someone (your choice!) mourning the loss of carol's long hair, thinking they can't bury their fingers in her hair anymore when they kiss. but carol shows them that even with short hair, it's still possible.
Thank you for the request, @babywarg! I decided to make it a female reader insert simply because I couldn’t choose a character to write with her. I don’t do second person fics much, so I hope this turned out alright. Prompt #24 was used as you requested, and I do hope you enjoy! (the gif isn’t mine, btw)
50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts
A Comforting Sensation
You loved kissing Carol Danvers. She gave the epitome of a perfect kiss. Whether it be a simple series of pecks or a long, heated make-out session, there was always emotion behind the kisses she gave you. With every touch, she told you how much she loved you. You were so proud, that out of all the women, in all the galaxy, you were the one who could experience Carol and all her love in the fullest.
You, also, loved Carol’s hair. You always played with her hair as you fell asleep or as you lazily kissed late at night. She let you wash it when you showered with her, and she let you grip onto her hair when they made love. She had beautiful golden blonde locks with a slight curl that rested at her shoulders.
But Carol, as one of the sole protectors of the many planets throughout the galaxy, was not home a lot. She didn’t have time to do the little self-maintenance tasks. Occasionally, she’d wear light makeup, but skin and hair care was not a part of her routine.
To reduce the amount of work she had to do to get herself ready in the morning, Carol took a stop at a barbershop on an outer-galaxy planet to update her look. A couple of days later, she came home to you.
“Guess who?” Carol sang as she entered your shared home.
You sat at the dinner table, eating a bowl of cereal Carol had brought from Earth a couple of weeks back. “I wonder,” you smiled and went along with the joke. “Carol hasn’t been home for a while and she called saying she wouldn’t be home for another two days yesterday, so there’s no way it’s her. Who are you?” You struggled to hold in a giggle.
Carol almost snorted and continued to cover your eyes. “I think you’ll figure it out as I do this,” she said and brought her lips to your ear. She whispered an obscene desire and placed a kiss behind your ear.
Blood rushed to your cheeks. “Carol Danvers, only you could say something so dirty.” You turned around in the seat and gave her a welcoming kiss. You opened your eyes and to your surprise, she sported a pixie cut. She parted her hair to the left where it would swoop over.
“Your hair!” you exclaimed and smiled. You liked her new haircut, but something bothered you about it. “Short hair suits you so well.” This wasn’t a lie. Carol looked absolutely stunning with the short cut. However, you felt as if she had lost something besides the length.
Carol noticed the confusion in your eye. “What is it, babe?” she asked and wrapped her arms around your neck.
You played it off. “I’m alright. I just have to get used to the cut. You haven’t had short hair in a while, and I’m so accustomed to your longer hair-”
“Hon, what’s wrong?” Carol interjected and held your face in her hands. “I will not be mad you don’t like it.”
You shook your head and answered, “I love your haircut, Carol, I really do.” You smiled. I’m sad I’m not going to get to hold your hair anymore. While you kiss me or when you’re holding me against the wall in the shower.” You sighed. “It’s a dumb reason.”
Carol smiled and pecked your lips. “It is not a dumb reason. I’m glad you like it, but I promise you’ll still be able to do anything you want with my hair. I’m strong enough to where I can hold you and you can wash my hair in the shower if that’s what you would like. I think now would be a great time to show you all of that is possible.”
You blushed and met Carol’s eyes. She was the most beautiful woman in the galaxy. You chewed your lip. “Alright, why don’t you?”
Carol crashed her lips into yours, kissing you with as much pent up passion and want as she could muster from the weeks of not seeing you. A phone call couldn’t keep her interest as much as hearing your voice in person.
You reached for her hair as she kissed you deeper and realized with great joy and pleasure that you could bury your fingers into her scalp and play with the strands. You were comforted by her golden blonde hair within your grasp. Her embrace was warm and her kiss was exhilarating, the sensation was a long time coming after Carol’s absence.
You broke the kiss as your chest heaved and satisfaction glowed on your face. “I’m so glad you were right. And I’m so glad you came home early.”
Carol met your eyes. “I told you everything would be alright. Now I just wish I didn’t have to leave.”
You pulled her closer to your chest and kissed her quickly. “I don’t want to hear anything about leaving from you until the day comes. Let’s get you into the shower, I want to see if you really are strong enough to hold me up.”
Carol smirked and pecked your lips as she began to unzip your top from the back. “I’m sure I am.”
You ran your fingers through her hair. You loved her hair now more than ever.
#captain marvel#carol danvers#carol danvers x reader#captain marvel x reader#vadesmasterlist#vadetakesarequest#vadespost
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Do you think u could maybe do "Who did this?" from the drabble list #2 w/ ironstrange, pls? I love your writing, thank uuuu
i apologize for not getting to this sooner, anon! i’ve had a really busy week. i had a lot of funny coming up with this idea. it’s a short and sweet drabble. thank you for the request, and i hope you enjoy! (there are no good gifs, so a single title will have to do)
Trail Of Clothing
“Who did this?” Stephen muttered as he entered the floor from the elevator. A trail of clothes was strewn across the floor. At the head of the trail was a black belt Stephen immediately recognized as Tony’s. He’d seen and taken that belt off on Tony many a time.
Stephen knelt to the floor and grabbed the belt, throwing it over his shoulder and continued into their living area. A couple of feet in front of him was another article of clothing, a bright red tie. He rolled his eyes and retrieved the tie from the floor.
“Tony Stark, what did I tell you about leaving your clothes on the floor? This is just excessive, dear!” Stephen called out. “And your wristwatch? That’s bound to be expensive.” He grabbed the watch from the end of the couch and added it to his hand of items.
Stephen turned the corner and ascended the stairs, an item of clothing on every three steps. The first step was a grey blazer, so he slung it over his shoulder as with the tie and belt.
The sorcerer took the next three steps up. Buttoned around the railing was a grey vest, and Stephen rolled his eyes. “I don’t know why you buttoned it, Tony, that took a lot of effort.” Even though Stephen normally struggled with buttons, they were large enough to where Stephen didn’t have any trouble undoing them. He pulled the vest from the railing. Another article of clothing contributed to the growing pile over his shoulder.
After gathering a white button-up from the next three steps up, Stephen was finally at the top of the stairs where a pair of grey pants laid.
“I hope this is the last thing, Tony!” Stephen shouted as he grasped the pair of grey dress pants from the floor and held them in his arms. He walked down the hallway to their bedroom door, which sat open. The room was in complete darkness. However, from what Stephen could see, one last item of clothing sat in the door frame: a pair of Tony’s underwear.
“Why don’t you come on in, Stephen? We can do laundry later,” Tony’s voice emerged from the darkness of the room, and a lamp flickered on. Tony laid against the pillows; the crevices of his bare body in shadow by the low light of the room.
Stephen feasted his eyes upon Tony and entered their bedroom. He set the pile of clothing on the edge of the bed and smirked. He climbed over Tony, straddling his waist.
“Don’t ever make me do that again,” Stephen remarked and shook his head. He planted a kiss on the man’s lips. “I love the sentiment, I really do, but next, just strip down and lay naked on the couch.”
“Note taken,” Tony smiled and pulled Stephen’s sweater over his head. “Let’s get on with this, Stephen, I’ve wanted you all evening.”
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80 ("I've always been honest with you.") with Sifki? I could see it going so many different ways!
@hopelessromanticspoonie, thank you for the request! i really enjoyed writing this fic and i’m super proud of it i hope you all enjoy! (i know the gif isn’t the best choice but there were no good tom shower gifs, such a shame)
A Fearful Truth
Loki didn’t know what to do after Odin fell into his unconscious state. After learning of his true heritage, he was unsure of his place in the palace. The first person he wanted to see was his mother and seek comfort in her arms, but she would be preoccupied with Odin.
The next person was Sif, but Loki feared to speak with her. She would love him no longer if she learned the man she loved was the sworn enemy of Asgard. So, the prince returned to his chambers and showered, for he had nothing else to do.
After draping his outerwear on the side of his bed, Loki stepped in the shower and let the water run over his chest. The sensation distracted the prince from the thought of confronting Sif. He increased the temperature of the water and steam filled the room. He let out a sigh.
Caught in the comfort of the warm water, Loki’s mind was left without thoughts and perception of his surroundings. Rarely did he ever let himself fall this fall from awareness.
“Loki,” Sif spoke softly, startling the man. She broke his trance and held up her hands.
The prince shot around in the shower, his eyes wide as the bore into hers. “Sif,” he exhaled and took her hands. “You frightened me, love.”
Sif smiled. “I certainly didn’t intend to. You were completely out of it, too. Are you alright, Loki?”
The question he was hoping to avoid she asked. Loki’s heart ached as he continued to gaze into her eyes. He brought the woman into an embrace. “Will you wash my hair first?” Loki whispered, his voice laced with pain.
“I will, darling,” Sif answered and pressed a kiss to his cheek. She poured a dollop of shampoo into her palm and scrubbed the soap throughout his scalp. She lathered the strands and cleansed his hair to the best of her ability.
Loki stepped out of her embrace to wash the soap from his hair. “Thank you, my sweet,” he said as water rushed through his hair.
“Now,” Sif said and took his hands. She smiled at Loki. “Are you alright, Loki?”
The prince hesitated. Loki met her eyes. With as much confidence as he could muster, he answered, “Yes, Sif, I am fine.” He managed a smile, even if he felt the formations of tears behind his eyes.
Sif saw through his poorly executed confidence. “Are you sure, Loki?”
“I’ve always been honest with you, my love,” Loki responded, trying for a genuine look in his eyes. His chest ached with the lie he told Sif.
She placed her hand on Loki’s chest. “I know those eyes, Loki. Why must you lie to me?” Sif gave a slight smirk, but her voice was sincere.
“You would no longer love me if I told you,” Loki admitted as tears welled in his eyes. He brushed a lock of wet hair out Sif’s face and cupped her cheek. “You are the most beautiful woman on Asgard, Sif. A monster as myself did nothing to deserve you.”
Sif shook her head. “Stop this talk, Loki. You are no monster.”
Tears fell from his eyes. “I am worse,” he said. Loki lowered his head. “I am Laufey’s son.”
Sif had seen the man behind the name, Loki’s true father. She knew the shame and expectations of cruelty upon Loki’s shoulders. The name rang out a moment of silence between the two as Sif reached to wipe tears from his eyes. He flinched under her touch, and for the first time, she acknowledged the coolness of his skin.
“I love you, Loki,” Sif spoke and took a bath cloth into her hands. She lathered the fabric with a bar of soap and scrubbed his skin. “Your heritage does not change who you are in my eyes. You are not the man behind your father’s name. You are no monster, Loki. And you never will be.” She washed his heaving chest and ran the cloth down his arms.
Loki met her eyes. “I love you, Sif.” Tears streamed down his face. He turned for her to wash his back and let the stream of water wash his tears away.
“You know I would never lose my love for you for such a reason as that. You can always be honest with me, Loki,” Sif reassured, “I’d prefer it, actually.”
Loki felt a wave of relief come over him. He faced her once again and smiled at Sif. “I will always be honest with you, Sif.”
“You better,” Sif smirked. “Let’s finish this up.”
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Hi can you do # 5 with spideychelle (Peter and MJ)❤ If you can't that okey 🥰
thank you for the ask! @ilovepeterstark3000
1) how do they hide their pain when they’re upset? do they try to hide their pain?
michelle isn’t very open about her feelings to many people.
even now it’s hard for her to come to peter about her emotional problems, but she still does.
she does hide her feelings for as long as she can, and usually she doesn’t have trouble keeping them hidden.
except when it’s peter.
peter’s knows when something’s wrong with michelle. he can just feel like.
he’ll ease her into the conversation, establishing trust and understanding before anything else.
she’ll tell him what’s wrong, she doesn’t really cry but will get worked up if she’s had it bottled up for a while.
they sort things out together and figured out a way to handle the situation.
peter, on the other hand, can’t hide his feelings.
he’s gets worked up easily and often can’t control his facial expressions when he is worked up.
michelle is always the first one to know if he has an issue, maybe second to may or happy.
she’ll sit with him and let him vent to her, waiting for him to tell her everything.
peter probably cries and struggles to hold things in.
but michelle knows how to help him, and that’s more than enough for peter.
i hope you liked this! i’ve never really done anything with these two, but i think it suits them.
Angsty Relationship Asks
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102 for the drabble game? And write literally whoever you want, I love your writing too much to care!💖
thank you so much for the ask, @xx-slinki-xx! i had a lot of fun writing this one, and it’s a lot different than anything else i’ve ever written. i decided i’d write it with lady sif and loki, because i love that pairing. i’m so glad that you love my writing, you have no idea how much that means to me. i hope you enjoy!
Return To You
“Lady Sif,” Loki spoke, his translucent green figure entering her chambers.
“Loki!” Sif exclaimed and faced the man. “Where are you?”
The prince avoided her eyes. “I’m on the bridge. By a thread, I hang.”
“It’s not true. Why are you like this now, Loki? Why, after all these years, you decide that this is the end?” Sif queried with a trembling voice.
Loki couldn’t face the woman. “I have done wrong, Sif. It would be unwise of you to forgive me now. I want you to fall asleep tonight in peace, without the heavy heart of my wrong-doings. Rid yourself of the memory of me.”
Tears streamed from Sif’s eyes. “Loki, we can right your wrongs.”
“It is not your job to save me, Sif. I must leave this place, and I shall never return,” Loki returned, his back towards the warrior. “Let me go, Sif.”
“Loki,” she managed. “Promise me, you’ll come back.”
Loki choked out a sob and turned around, meeting the woman’s eyes. “I can’t, Sif. I can’t make a promise I cannot keep.”
“Just do it, Loki!”
Loki let out a heavy, sorrowful sigh. “I promise, I shall return to you.” His figure disappeared from the room.
~~~
“Promise me, you’ll come back.”
Loki held his lover’s hands, tears brimming in her eyes before he had to let her go. “Sif, please.”
“I shall do everything in my power to return to you,” Sif spoke and wiped the tears from his eyes. She pressed a kiss to his cheek and smiled.
Loki’s breath hitched, and he shook his head. “I need you to,” his voice broke and his eyes fell. “I need you to promise me, Sif, that you will return home to me. You need to come home.”
Sif nodded and brought the man into a tight embrace. She lifted her lips to his ear and whispered, “I promise you, I shall return to you.” She stepped away from the prince.
“I love you,” he managed as he reached out his hand to Sif.
Sif gazed at the man as a tear quickly fell from her eyes. “I love you too, Loki. I’ll end this war for you.”
Loki shook his head and ran to the woman. “I’ll fight for you where I can. I shall try to bring home.”
Sif tore her hand away from his and turned to Heimdall. “Open the Bifrost. I must go. The defense of Asgard is on the line.”
“Yes, my lady,” Heimdall spoke and thrust his sword to open the Bifrost. Loki rushed to his side and exhaled. “Goodbye, Sif.”
“Goodbye, Loki,” Sif spoke as the Bifrost carried her away to the warring realm.
~~~
“I couldn’t end the war, Sif,” Loki exhaled as he laid weak in her arms. “Asgard is no more.”
Sif propped his head between the bend of her elbow and wiped the blood from his eyes. “This isn’t the end, Loki.”
“I’m afraid it is, my darling,” Loki spoke. With weathered strength, he brought his lips to her knuckles and planted a chaste kiss. “There is little left of me.”
Sif shook her head. “Don’t speak of this. One moment of peace, Loki. One moment.” She held the man in her arms and rocked the prince back and forth as the flames of the power stone seared and sealed this ship their final resting place.
“Loki, If we somehow survive this and are separated, promise me you’ll come back. Promise me, that somehow, you will find your back to me,” Sif pleaded with Loki. Her breathing became shallow as the smoke swam through her lungs.
The prince attempted a response, but a cough of blood emerged from his lips. The flames crawled nearer and flames began engulfed the entirety of the Statesman. Through the deafening noise of the fire, he managed, “I promise, I shall return to you.”
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4. An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose. for the kiss thing! Any pairing you want! Let your imagination run wild. I adore your writing
ah, thank you @hopelessromanticspoonie. I do believe I’ll write with Sif and Loki for this prompt, simply because I love that ship and I haven’t posted anything of it on my tumblr. i hope you enjoy.
50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts
Late Night Walk
Sif awoke from her slumber, drenched in sweat. The heat in her room was overwhelming, and she rose from her bed. She opened the window and changed from her tight-fitted sleeved shirt to a loose tank top. The left side of her head pounded, so she let down her hair from the ponytail to find some relief. Her bedsheets were strewn down the side of her mattress, but she was too sleep-deprived to fix them.
“How late is it?” Sif wondered and sat on the edge of her bed. She held her forehead and exhaled, trying to let the night breeze cool her off. Sweat dripped down her neck.
Frustrated with her inability to become comfortable, Sif exited her bedchambers and descended the hallways of the palace. The woman secretly hoped something would come of this late-night walk. She found a balcony where the wind could cool her down. She leaned against the gold railing as the air rushed through her hair. Sif shut her eyes for a moment and let the night surround her as she finally felt some bit of relief from her high body temperature.
“What are you doing out this late?” a familiar, silky voice asked from behind her.
Sif opened her eyes to see Loki as he eased to her side. “I couldn’t sleep. I woke up sweating.”
“I can see that,” Loki quipped and wiped her forehead. “Was it a nightmare?”
Sif shrugged. “It could have been. I don’t remember my dreams if it was. It was like I was sleeping in the fires of Muspelheim.” She smiled at Loki.
The prince wore a green nightshirt and black silk trousers. His raven hair rested at his shoulders, and his eyes sparkled in the moonlight. “You’ve been to Muspelheim?”
“Once or twice. But I’ve been told of its horrors, just as you have,” Sif answered and pushed a piece of hair behind her ear. “Why are you out so late, Loki?”
Loki stepped closer to her as the spark of mischief entered his eyes. “I couldn’t sleep. Something disturbed me.” He faced Sif.
Sif met his eyes. “Loki,” she paused and bit her lip. “I did not intend to wake you if I did.”
Loki shook his head. “Of course not, darling. I was waiting for something to bring me out of my bed, and you just happen to come along.”
Heat rushed to Sif’s cheeks. “I see,” she replied. She inched closer to him, and in a moment of sheer attraction, something came over her. Sif brushed her lips against his in a small but wanton kiss.
Loki wasn’t taken aback. He brought his hand to Sif’s face. “Lady Sif,” he mumbled and gazed at her lips.
Sif kissed him again with intentional need in her attempt. She pulled away for a moment to think, and she did not regret her actions. She wanted to kiss him more.
Before she could engage in another kiss with the prince, Loki held a finger to her lips. “Darling, if you would like to return to my chambers, it is certainly cooler and our privacy will be ensured.”
Sif took a second to think about his request. It was undeniable she wanted his time and his kiss. She knew the guards could catch them at any point on the balcony. He was too tempting to resist.
“To your chambers, it is.”
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"You can’t keep doing this to yourself." For Ironstrange? If you want to? Because it fits both so well, I think.
(i’ll do ironstrange, just cause i’ve already done stucky :]) @amethyst-noir, i hope you enjoy it!
Even after becoming a sorcerer, Stephen still searched for treatments to heal his hands. Western medicine had failed him in 2016, but surely it had come far enough to heal him in seven years.
At the surface, Stephen had accepted his fate and stepped forward into his position of Sorcerer Supreme and Protector of the Universe, whatever title he was given by the people he saved. Granted, Stephen did love his new life and all the adventures he went on in different universes, seeing things his 2016 self was too proud to even dream about.
But ever once in a while, often when he was sleep deprived and starved during the dead of night, Stephen would yearn for his old life. He missed the research and he missed the fortune and he missed the mundane variety of it all.
And even at the worst of times, Tony was always there to help him through it.
Tony steadies Stephen’s hand as he eases a spoon of chicken noodle soup into his mouth. Tears stream down Stephen’s face has he swallows the soup and tries not to choke on the broth or the small chucks of chicken breast Tony had chopped up just an hour earlier.
“You can’t keep doing this to yourself. You can’t be the arrogant neurosurgeon anymore, Stephen. That’s not who you are,” Tony consoles and places the spoon beside the bowl. He wipes tears from the man’s cheeks. “You have to be patient with yourself.”
Stephen sniffles and exhales. “I know it’s not who I am. But part of me wants it to be, Tony. When I can’t steady my hands long enough to eat or to even perform magic, I miss my old life.”
“It gets bad when you don’t sleep. It’s gets bad when you don’t eat, drink or meditate, anything that you do to care for yourself,” Tony says and feeds him another spoonful of soup. He smiles softly. “You have to do those things to be stable, Stephen. I know from experience.”
Stephen swallows the bite and smiles from the savory taste. “You make the best soup.” He takes the spoon and slowly brings a spoonful to his mouth. “Thank you for being here, Tony. I truly don’t know what I would do without you.” Stephen chuckles. “I don’t think Wong would be this patient.”
Tony kisses his cheek. “Wong isn’t in love with you, Stephen.”
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47 + 48 for Spideychelle??
thank you for the ask, @fallingstar95! i like that i’m getting spideychelle because i’ve rarely done anything for them. i hope you enjoy this!
47) who has more dreams/nightmares about the other?
peter dreams about michelle often.
he’ll remember fragments of the dreams.
sometimes he’ll only remember her face or something she said to him, but he remembers her in the dreams nonetheless.
he’ll have nightmares of losing michelle to a fire or a broken bridge or the things that happened to them in far from home.
he always tells michelle when he dreams about her.
michelle rarely remembers her dreams, but when she does, peter is usually in them.
sometimes they’re just reading with each other in the dream and she remembers the line.
or she’ll remember his face in a blur of the dream she had.
the nightmares she has will feature peter, but often she doesn’t remember the full dream, just him.
48) who comforts who after a bad dream/event?
even on a school night, michelle is up past 12. she rarely sleeps but somehow still functions.
she does sleep, just gets very little.
when she does sleep and awakes with a nightmare, she’ll text peter if she wakes up hot or crying and shaking.
that’s when she knows she’s had a nightmare.
peter, somehow miraculously, responds every time.
he doesn’t know if it’s his super senses that wakes him up or because he keeps his phone on vibrate.
but every time she texts him late at night, he wake up.
he’ll comfort her through it all and make sure she actually gets to sleep.
peter will wait until he sees her at school or somewhere else to tell her if he had a nightmare.
he gets worked up almost everytime he tells her because he wants to be strong for michelle.
she helps him through and make sure he understands that it’s just a dream, and everything will be alright.
this calms his nerves, and by the end of their meeting, he’s forgotten what the nightmare was about.
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