#will you are so brave for coming forward with your preferences. this is a safe space.

[bumblesimagines]

you have no idea the lengths i would go through to keep you safe.

i know i'm not supposed to have feelings for you, but i do.

you're not just my best friend, you're my... nevermind. forget i said anything.

Katniss Everdeen

you're not just my best friend, you're my... nevermind. forget i said anything.

i know i'm not supposed to have feelings for you, but i do.

you have no idea the lengths i would go through to keep you safe.

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

You gingerly plucked the small black-colored berries from the bush, treating them delicately to not squish them with your fingers. The forest felt tranquil, with only the occasional hum of a tune of a mockingjay flying overhead or the soft rustling of an animal in the brush. There'd been a time when venturing into the forest frightened you but most days, you preferred it, even if it meant missing out on some quality time with your two childhood friends, Gale Hawthrone and Katniss Everdeen. 

But after the 74th Hunger Games, you'd begun to regret not spending more time with Katniss.

You barely saw her after her return from those wretched games where she'd been forced to go from an animal hunter to a human one. You believed in her, of course you did. You'd seen her ups and downs, her breakdowns, the way she pushed forward to keep her family safe and afloat. You saw the brave and caring girl underneath her tough and quiet exterior. She'd taken a risk with the nightlock berries, all to save a boy she hardly knew because he'd been kind to her. And in doing so, she made all of Panem believe the two were madly in love. 

Gale - after all was said and done and she was back home safe in 12 - thought it'd been hilarious. Katniss had never even so much as held hands with a boy, let alone been in a relationship with one. Yet, there she was, pretending to be head over heels for the baker's boy. Gale laughed whenever he saw her, even when she gave him that silent deadpan Everdeen stare, and teased her relentlessly over her fabricated relationship with the meek blonde. 

"I bet lover boy misses you, Catnip," He'd whispered during one nice Sunday evening while out in the woods. The skin around his hands and arms remained tinted black from working in the mines, no matter how hard he tried scrubbing them clean. "I bet he wants to give you a kis-"

"Shut up, Gale," Katniss had huffed in return, her cheeks and ears flushed in a soft pink. "You're going to scare the animals."

You hadn't yet figured out if it bothered you or not. Their relationship was fake, sure, but Panem believed otherwise. How long until they'd be urged to marry or have children? Would there be repercussions if they 'broke up'? Would the Capitol have them killed without the relationship protecting them? Those questions swam around in your mind as you finished plucking one last berry and plopping it in your bag.

Your ears picked up the soft crunching of leaves behind you, too gentle to be an animal but too calculated to be anyone other than Gale or Katniss. You tied up the bag and carefully set the berries inside of your bag, listening to the crunching come to a stop as you rose and dusted off your knees. You turned around, expecting to see a grinning Gale with a handful of game but instead, you looked right into the gray eyes of the Girl on Fire.

"Kitty Kat," You murmured the same nickname you'd been using for her since childhood, back when you'd seen firsthand how much she and Buttercup despised each other. Once upon a time, she'd roll her eyes at the nickname, now she smiled, albeit rather awkwardly. You hated the awkwardness, the distance, the uncertainty of where your friendship stood. She had a new life now, a new home, enough money to keep half of 12 from starvation, a new boyfriend. Not to mention, she'd largely avoided you the first couple of weeks of her return. You chalked it up to her getting readjusted to life in 12 but then Gale had mentioned how strange it was given that she'd been fine with hanging out with him.

"Gale said you come out here alone a lot now, with him in the mines and busy at home." She said, adjusting the bow slung over her shoulder. "I thought I'd join you and see if we can catch anything."

"We can wait til Gale's free." You responded. "He'll probably drop by before his date with Madge."

'No, I... I want us to spend time together alone. I hardly get time with you-"

"And whose fault is that, Katniss?" You huffed and the girl visibly flinched, eyes widening. "You don't get to ignore my existence until you want something. That's not how this friendship works. If you want to go back to how things were when we first met, then just say that. I wouldn't want to cause trouble between you and your sweetheart if that's the problem."

"You know nothing is going on between Peeta and I, (Y/N). It was for the audience. For the Capitol. Without it, I might've died, you know that." Katniss snapped, and there was that fiery temper of hers. "I had to keep my distance! I had to- to be sure you wouldn't get hurt, (Y/N)! You know how much it killed me to not be there? To not talk to you for weeks 'cause I was scared something would happen to you? You have no idea the lengths I would go through to keep you safe from the Capitol, from President Snow."

"Why would you need to do that? Nobody's said a word about the hunting, much less to the damn Capitol."

"Because you're not just my best friend, you're my-" She abruptly cut herself, the tips of her ears turning a deep shade of red. Katniss shook her head, her stare directed at the leaf-covered ground as her hands curled into fists. "Nevermind. Forget I said anything." She breathed, brushing away locks of raven hair and turning around to leave."

"I'm your what, Katniss? Don't do that. Stop leaving me in the dark and just say it already." You moved forward, cutting her off before she could trek back to the fence and go back to acting strange around you. Katniss refused to look at you and instead focused her attention on different things around the forest until you brought your hand to her face and forced her to look you in the eye. "Spit it out, Katniss. You know I don't like stuff like this."

Katniss took in a deep breath and released it in a shaky sigh. "I know I'm not supposed to have feelings for you, but I do. And- And I hate it 'cause if anyone finds out, who knows what the Capitol will do to you or my family or even Peeta. I was going to tell you on Reaping Day but... I couldn't. I didn't know what to say and by the time I did, I was already heading to the Capitol. Nobody knows. Not Haymitch or Peeta or Gale.. I can't risk it. I can't risk you."

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #x fem reader #x female reader #the hunger games #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games x male reader #the hunger games x you #the hunger games x y/n #thg #thg x reader #thg x you #katniss everdeen #katniss everdeen x reader #katniss everdeen x you #katniss everdeen x male reader #katniss everdeen x female reader #katniss everdeen x gender neutral reader #gale hawthorne

[coughsyrep]

Stay (On the Path)

Summary:  Park rangers for national parks have a multitude of duties, so when there's a call about a red-haired woman wearing only leaves and a crown of branches who was seen off of a trail you patrol you answer it. But why do you become so invested? And how far are you willing to go to help this woman, who might be more than what she seems?

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The familiar feel of mulch underneath your worn boots as you trudge your way back to your assigned cabin helps relax you after a more exhausting day than usual. Field trips to the park weren’t uncommon, seeing as you do work at a national park, but having to scale up one of the cliffs after a group of students had decided to go exploring was never fun. All that’s on your mind at this point was a shower, a meal and sleeping the moment your head hits the pillow. At least it was, until your radio goes off again.

“Multiple reports of a red-haired woman off path near trail twelve, supposedly only wearing leaves, one says they saw a wreath of branches around her hair before she disappeared.” You groan as the static stops, pausing on your walk before turning back around and unclipping your own radio from the belt.

“Ranger eighty-four reporting, I’ve got it.” You grab your flashlight from your back pocket, letting the beam hit the trees on either side of you as you back track, growing more anxious as the sky begins to turn to a deeper orange. You’re about to call in and say that a full search party needs to be sent when you catch the sound of someone running through the foliage. You quickly flick the light to where you heard it, but whoever was there had disappeared.

“Stay on the path.” It was one of the first lessons they taught you whenever you had joined the rangers, to never go off of the path without alerting a higher up, and especially if you were alone. The sweat that was building on your brow is saying do what is safe, the shaking in your hands saying don’t try to be brave, the rapid pace of your heart saying don’t do what you’re about to do. But your mind ignores them all as you push your way past the low-hanging branches, flash light illuminating the dark forest now surrounding you.

The roaring in your ears drowns out the sounds of nature around you. The chirps of nocturnal insects waking up and scurrying of diurnal creatures making their ways back to their nests is ignored as you focus on finding the reported woman, who wore leaves and a crown of branches and… Wait. Why are you so invested? You shake your head harshly, clenching your eyes shut in disbelief. Did you really put yourself in a substantial amount of danger for someone when you normally would just call in for help?

You scoff, but as you turn to leave you catch a glimpse of pale skin- fingertips wrapped around tree bark and green eyes peeking out at you. A gasp comes from her when she realizes you see her, and a flash of red flows behind her as she runs.

“Stop!” You rush behind her, tripping over roots hidden in darkness as she jumps over them with seemingly practiced ease, and before you know it your flashlight completely loses sight of her. You push forward, breath shaky as you realize that not only had you lost her, but you’ve completely lost your own way as well. You jump at every sound, trying to find some sort of landmark that would tell you where the hell you are, but it’s just a nonending maze of trees that slowly hypnotizes you, your eyelids becoming heavy. You blink heavily as you sit against a sturdy oak, leaning your head back and hardly noticing when your radio calls for your progress and location. As your head drops to your chest, you feel a hand on your cheek, then strong arms lifting you, leaves rustling as you’re shifted against their body.

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-

“What the fuck?” You gasp as you sit up, a cold sensation washing over your body. You clutch your body when you hear a chuckle beside you, your roommate and fellow ranger Archie turning with a now empty bucket in his hand.

“Well, you wouldn’t wake up when I was calling for you. And you need a shower anyways. Why do you have leaves all over you?” You throw the soaked blanket off of you, smacking the back of his head as soon as you stand next to him. “Hey, uncalled for! You’re not getting eggs now.”

“I’ve got leaves in my hair because I was looking for that woman that was called in last night,” you grumble, ignoring his empty promise. He snorts, and you turn to him with a raised eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.

“What, no one’s told you about ‘The Scarlet Witch’?” He rolls his eyes, turning back to the stove. “She’s a myth, no one takes reports about her seriously. You’ve been here how long and got fooled by that?”

“But I saw her.” He laughs, not even bothering to look at you as he begins plating breakfast. “Okay, then why have there been sightings if she’s not real?”

“They probably just saw foxes or something, it’s been decades since people have first started ‘seeing’ her.” He puts the plates on the table, beckoning you over as he sits in his usual seat. “She’s never been found by the rangers, and at this point there’s no way she’d be alive. It was late last night, and you were probably just exhausted and thought you saw something.” You nod, unconvinced but seeing the logic. He nods as well before tearing into his eggs, and you sit, merely picking at yours.

Because you know that she’s real.

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It’s been nearly a week since the incident, and though you were constantly checking for a trail of red out of the corner of your eye, you haven’t seen her again. But every once and a while it feels like someone’s watching you, especially where you first saw her.

You were on break, drinking a much needed coffee when another call about her comes in.

“Another report of a red-haired woman off path near trail twelve-”

“Ranger eighty-four reporting,” you immediately respond, putting the half empty cup on the counter, “I’ll look into it." You try to walk as quickly as possible while also looking relaxed while passing by several families, smiling as you pass by them until you reach the point where you last entered the forest. Your eyes flash around the foliage, looking for any sign of her, almost feeling dejected when you catch pale skin through the trees again. Looking around quickly to make sure that you’re alone, you once again push your way into the forest, following any hint of her that she left behind. An accidental footprint in the softer parts of the Earth, a stray oak leaf where there are majority cedar pines, and it isn’t long until you find yourself at the tree that produced those leaves. You tilt your head at the singular tree towering over the rest, unsure how it could’ve grown before looking back to see the red-haired woman standing in front of it, arms crossed in front of herself though shifting on her feet as if unsure of herself.

“You’re The Scarlet Witch?” She clenches her jaw, and you hold up your hands. “I’m sorry, that’s the only name I’ve heard for you.”

“Humans use names like that to bestialize my kind. They have done the same to my brother Pietro, my friend Natasha. All of us.” She turns, circling around the tree, and against your better judgement you follow. You find her sitting inside a nook in it, seemingly meditating until she opens her eyes, looking up at you with mistrust. “What do you want, human?” Her accent is harsher with the question, her anger evident, but you kneel so you can look see her face-to-face, noticing just how light green her eyes are now that the sun is out.

“What is your name then?” She furrows her brows at you, picking at her fingers as she looks you up and down as if to find a reason to fight, but you hold still with your hands in front of you and your body language open.

“Wanda,” she finally says, and you nod with a smile. “Why have you followed me?”

“Why have you let me?” She sucks on her teeth at that, looking away. As she does the light catches her skin, and you frown at just how gaunt she appears. “Wanda, are you okay?” Silence. “Are you sick?”

“That’s not your concern,” she says darkly, and you freeze at the edge in her voice. “You should go.” You raise a brow at that, standing from your crouched position and putting a hand on your hip.

“Where is your home?” She chuckles, gesturing at the bark surrounding her. “You don’t expect me to believe that you live in a tree?”

“You humans are so closed minded,” she says with a shake of her head. “Not every being lays to sleep. Now, kindly leave.”

“Wanda-” Before you can even think of your next sentence she raises her hand and the bark surrounds her, making it look as if the nook never existed. Your jaw drops at the sight, but at that moment dispatch calls for you about a family that reported a rabid squirrel. You stare at the tree as you say that you’d look into it, slowly walking back the way you came using the hints she left. At every one you took a twig, sticking one end into the mud and making it stand straight up so that you could find your way back.

-

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It was two days later when you next had free time, and the moment you left the cabin you follow your make shift markers back to the oak tree. Though despite looking around it, and in the nook where you last saw her, you couldn’t find Wanda. You almost turn back when you hear laughter coming deeper from within the woods, and without thinking you make your way to the source of the sound.

As the laughter grows louder and you can make out voices you spot another oak tree, this one even larger than the other. How the park has never noticed these trees that were essentially anomalies within these parts of the forest, you were unsure. And knowing that Wanda, and apparently others, inhabits them, you weren’t so sure it’d be a great idea to report them.  

From behind the tree line you’re able to make out three figures. First was a woman whose hair went from red to blonde that was done back in a braid, sitting on a branch in the tree and wearing a ranger uniform that hasn’t been produced in years. The second was a man with silver hair and brown roots who… had goat legs? You shake your head and look again, but they remain as they are, and he seems comfortable enough as he takes off, circling around the third figure- Wanda.

You can’t help but smile at the sound of her laughter as she slaps playfully at the man, not paying attention as he goes out of sight while you lean against the tree beside you, the other woman jumping down and smiling at her before tensing. Her braid flies as her head whips around, eyes on you.

You gasp as something hits you from the back, sending you flying forwards and at the feet of the two women, crying out as your head hits a rock. You hear hooves behind you, and chance a glance up to see an arrogant smirk from the man as he passes by.

“You didn’t see that coming?” He stands on one side of Wanda, who tilts her head as she looks down at you. “Sestra, she walked right past your tree. Did you not notice?” The anger in her eyes suddenly dissipates to shame as she glances away, the other two sharing a look before stepping towards you.

"You’ve made a mistake coming here, ranger,” the woman says, kneeling beside you and turning your head to see where you hit it. You wince, your mind foggy as you hear her cluck her tongue. “How will your little friends know where to find you? Especially since this is protected ground. In fact, how did you find your way here?” You try to pay attention to her words, but the words keep slipping away. The only thing you can focus on was how much sestra sounded like sister, and how Wanda said she had a brother, and how much this shouldn’t matter but you just needed to know;

“You’re Pietro?” The tension was suffocating while you look at the man, his expression flickering between emotions so quickly that you couldn’t distinguish between them.

“I thought the humans only knew me as Quicksilver,” he spits, glaring down at you as he steps forwards, “the supposed myth? That moves faster than a bullet, terrorizes children, whatever other folktales you wish to make up of me?” You look up at Wanda, who looks at you with apprehension when you weakly nod at her.

“She said your name is Pietro.” You let your head relax back, two bodies backing away as one steps forward.

-

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It’s dark when you next wake up, the smell of Earth rousing you more than anything else. You wince when you try to move your head, the spot where you hit it screaming out in pain.

“Careful,” a familiar accented voice says, and your eyes flutter open to see Wanda kneeling by your side with a woven basket and jug beside her. “It’ll take time for that to work.”

“For what to work?” She points towards your head, and you frown as you lift your arm from a blanket woven from grass to feel some sort of sticky substance. You look up as she scoffs, batting your hand away and pulling a leaf from the ground, gently blowing on it before placing it where you had just felt and laying you back down. “What is it?”

“A forest remedy,” she replies as she lifts the jug, attaching something similar to a tree tap to it and placing it on your lips. “It helps humans heal far faster than your bodies are normally capable of.” You gulp down the cold water, having to hold back a whine when she pulls it away.

“Why are you helping me?” She pretends to busy herself with something in the basket beside her, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.

“You cared enough to remember his name.” You almost nod before the rustle of the leaf she placed behind you made you stop, so instead you hum in acknowledgment.

“What are you?”

“That’s impolite to ask.”

“I only want to understand. You keep calling me human, and can do… things?” She gives an amused look before standing from her position beside you, her footsteps near silent as she makes her way to a tree, one you recognize from the nook you saw her sit in. A branch bends down so she can sit on it, raising her so she can look down at you.

“Have you heard of a dryad before, human?” She rolls her eyes at your confused look, sighing as she leans against the bark. “Perhaps a nymph?”

“You mean like from Ancient Greek myths?”

“Perhaps you aren’t completely hopeless,” she says with a teasing lilt in her voice. “Our ancestors did originate from Ancient Greece, but since we’ve dispersed. My parents come from Sokovia, and when traveling here, Pietro and I were born on this land.” Despite her being so high above you, you could see the sadness on her face. “Although my father could’ve stayed, as he was a satyr, my mother couldn’t be from her tree for long periods of time. They visited as often as they could, but when we were young their lands were destroyed. For human gain.” Her voice turns cold as she looks away, the leaves of the tree rustling despite no wind blowing.

“Wanda,” you say quietly, “I’m so sorry.” The leaves shake harder, and her breathing becomes heavy. Though when at first you think it could be from anger or hurt, you notice her swaying, her body becoming limp. Despite the immediate pain you feel you scramble to your feet, rushing over as she falls from the branch and barely making it to catch her. “Pietro!”

The galloping is immediate, and despite his obvious attempt to hide his emotions you can see his worry. He takes her from your arms, placing her into the nook and the two of you watch as the bark embraces her. “What happened?”

“She was talking about her past and your family when she started shaking, I don’t know what-” you pause when you see the woman with red and blonde hair watching from afar with a blank face, staring up at the leaves. You glance up as well, but the darkness simply hides them in shadows.

“Natasha,” Pietro calls out, and she looks at the two of you, “is it getting worse?” You furrow your brows when you gives a slight nod, looking between the two of them.

“Excuse me,” you shake your head as the two turn towards you, “is what getting worse? And Natasha, why are you standing all the way over there? Speaking this loudly at night isn’t a good idea.” They glance at each other again and you scoff, folding your arms over your chest. “Come on, what’s going on?”

“Wanda is sick,” Natasha says with an edge to her voice, and Pietro snarls at her. “What? She’s only getting worse, and I can’t get near her tree without risking myself! Maybe the human can help!”

“We can’t trust humans!”

“Well we can’t let Wanda die!” You hear them continue to argue, but stop paying attention to their bickering, instead focusing back on where Wanda is resting. You step towards it, biting your lower lip and reaching your hand out, gently touching the bark and closing your eyes when you feel the unnatural warmth of the tree. The dull ache that you’ve been ignoring suddenly dissipates and a sudden calm rushes over you, the leaves around your feet weakly stirring before dropping back down.

“What are you thinking, sestra?” Pietro’s voice is muffled as you begin to plan on how to best help her, starting with which arborist you can bribe to come out to the middle of the forest with you.

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“You’ve lost your mind,” Archie mumbles for the third time as you flip through the directory, fingers tapping on the desk as you try to figure out the best way to sneak in an arborist without alerting your bosses of your plan. “For a single tree? Come on.”

“I’m regretting telling you about this.” You pick up your phone, typing in the first three numbers before deleting them, groaning as you sit back. “I need to practice what I’m going to say again.”

“Holy shit, just call them!” He rolls his eyes as you’re already standing, making your way to the mirror in the bathroom and staring at it. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes as you think about everything you want to tell them. You’re a park ranger who found a tree that might, no definitely, has some sort of disease, and needs to be treated. But before you can begin saying it aloud, you hear Archie speaking.

“Hi! I work at the national park about seven miles away from your facilities, my ranger number is sixty-eight. We found a tree in the forest that has a possible disease and may be endangering the trees around it, and require an arborist that can come down to diagnose and advise on what to do.” You rush out of the bathroom, eyes wide as he looks over at your loud footsteps, giving you a wide smile and thumbs up. “Twenty minutes? Great! I’ll meet you at the front gates and take you to the location. Thanks so much!” As soon as he hangs up the phone you slap him on the shoulder, making him yelp.

“How am I supposed to warn them in twenty minutes that we’re going to be down there and be back in time to meet with you both?”

“Warn who?” He gives you a confused look as you groan, running a hand down your face.

“Never mind, I need to go, just meet me at trail twelve!” You run out the door as he shouts after you, ignoring him and the park visitors who look at you worriedly as you sprint towards to opening. You crash your way through the bramble, making little apologies as you scare wildlife but your main focus being on making it to Wanda, Pietro and Natasha.

By the time you got to her tree, you were gasping for air. Both Wanda and Pietro were there, and they look at you in concern, though Wanda’s was much more obvious. She walks over to you, rubbing your back as you bend over with your hands on your knees.

“What happened detka? What’s wrong?” It takes another minute for you to actually gather enough air, but as soon as you can you start talking.

“Humans coming. To see why you’re sick.” You gasp between words, wincing when Wanda pulls away.

“They know where we are?”

“I told you this one was nothing but trouble!” Pietro shouts, stepping towards you. “This one will be the one to get us killed!”

“Pietro, stop.” A shadow overcomes you as Wanda steps in front of you and Pietro’s hoof steps stop, the tension in the air palpable. “…What if they can help?”

“What if they hurt you?” You can’t help but feel guilty when Pietro’s voice cracks, but when Wanda steps away from you, you look up to see them embracing tightly.

“I’m tired of hurting,” she says so quietly that you have to strain your ears, but the words are enough to make Pietro’s face drop in submission, giving a weak nod as she lets him go. She looks back at you as you are finally able to stand straight, cupping your jaw and kissing your cheek.

“I’ll be with Natasha,” she whispers, and you nod, glancing back to the path you need to follow. You start to turn when Pietro makes his way towards you.

“Get on my back.” You look at him in disbelief, and he rolls his eyes. “Unless you’d like to run again, which was quite pitiful to watch by the way, get on my back.”

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Although the rumors of Pietro being as fast as a bullet were untrue, his speed was unbelievable. He got you to the trailhead faster than the ATV that Archie was bringing the arborist on, and you stood there as if unbothered by the time they got there.

“Alright, where the hell are we going?” You glance at Archie nervously, somewhat hoping that he wouldn’t have any interest in coming, but the glint in his eye told you that that wouldn’t be the case. So instead you offer to take the duffle bag the arborist, who you learned was named Christine, had brought and take them the path that wasn’t exactly a path.

“You’ve been this way many times?” You look back to see Christine tilt her head and nod, trying not to smirk as Archie smacks at the branches that tried to scratch at his face. “What made you come down this way in the first place?”

“A reported person that was seen in this area,” you say plainly, and she hums, remaining silent after that until you reach Wanda’s tree. She asks you to place the bag down by it, kneeling down by the leaves and picking several up, examining them closely before walking around it with her head tilted, stopping at the nook. She smiles at it with a chuckle, glancing at you with a raised eyebrow.

“What is it?” She shakes her head, though a smirk remains as she continues examining. She eventually stops, nodding her head.

“It’s likely the tree is infected with anthracnose. I’ll need to take a few samples to be sure and ensure that it's not oak wilt, but once I am I’ll be able to treat it. I’ll do the test today and come back tomorrow, so I’d suggest letting anyone who needs to know that I’ll be doing so.”

“I doubt they’ll tell anyone. They’ve been super secretive about it.” You can hear the sarcasm in Archie’s voice, but you can’t help but stare wide eyed at Christine as she gives you a knowing look. “Anyways, Christine, we’ll need to be headed back up.” He nods at you. “You coming or staying?”

“I’ll stay for a little bit.” He rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath as he and Christine turn and head back. Once the two of them are out of sight, you make your way to Natasha’s tree, where the three are sitting. Wanda’s the first one up, quickly making her way to you and wrapping you in a tight hug.

“Do they know what’s wrong?” Pietro asks, Natasha right behind him. You nod, your arms protectively around Wanda.

“The arborist said she’ll be back tomorrow to treat it.” You tighten your arms around Wanda, pressing your lips to her forehead and feeling her melt against you. “You’ll be okay.” The others let out a relieved sigh, but your mind focuses on nothing but Wanda and the way she melds into you, the tickle of her hair on your skin and the softness of her skin where it touches yours.

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As it grows dark she leads you back to her tree, and the two of you sit by the intertwining roots that pop up around the ground. Your arm wraps around her shoulder as her fingertips follow the lines of your palm of your other hand. The chirp of crickets slowly grows louder as the moon begins to break through the tree line, and your mind tells you that you should make your way back to your cabin. And eventually it wins, so you shift, pulling your arm back.

“Where are you going?” She looks up at you with wide eyes, and you swallow hard as you give a tight smile.

“I have to get back now,” you whisper, but as you continue to pull away she grabs ahold of your shirt. Time seems to freeze as the two of you stare into each other’s eyes, hers pleading.

“Stay,” she whispers.

Stay on the path.

“Please?”

Stay on the path!

“Stay.” You bite your bottom lip before slipping back down onto the forest floor, pulling her closer than before.

“Okay.” She gives you a bright but sleepy smile, laying her head on your shoulder, and you happily sigh as you feel your heartbeats sync.

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The sound of footsteps wakes you both up, and you whip your head around to see Christine walking towards you cautiously. Wanda tenses against you, the branches of her tree whipping threateningly.

“I promise, I’m not a threat,” Christine says in a gentle voice. “I’m only here to help. This tree here is yours, yes?” Wanda remains silent, but gives a small nod. Christine nods as well, giving a small smile. “I know why it’s sick, and how to help. Would you like me to explain what I’ll be doing before I do anything?”

She puts her bag down, explaining each of the tools gently to the two of you while Wanda grips onto you tightly. The idea of any of her twigs being cut made her face twist in anger, but the gentle explanation Christine gave as well as the soothing circles you made on her back helped calm her down.

“It’s actually a good thing that you’re here,” Christine said, and Wanda looked at her in confusion. “I’ve found when I’ve worked with other dryads, a closer proximity brings comfort during the process.”

“You’ve worked with my kind before?”

“For some reason I’ve worked with a good handful of them.” She chuckles, shaking her head as she pulls out several of the tools she told you both about. “I like to joke that it’s because I’m a demigod. Neither of my parents liked that very much.” Wanda’s grip lessens as she giggles at that, and you smile as she seems to relax at that. Christine looks up, smiling gently. “Alright, I’ll start with removing the leaves on the ground. Sound good?”

Christine works quietly, and Wanda continues to relax. She slowly leans more into you, eyes closing as you stroke your fingers through her hair, and at one point you let your head rest on hers. You don’t even realize that you had fallen asleep until Christine gently nudges you, and when you readjust Wanda’s eyes flutter open as well.

“I’m afraid this next part is going to be uncomfortable,” she says, getting straight to the point about cutting off the infected twigs. Wanda looks at you with nervous eyes, but you just smile and give her a kiss on her forehead, rubbing her shoulder. Christine is already in her harness, and Wanda helps her get the highest twigs that she needs to reach. But at the first cut of a twig, she cries out.

“You’re okay,” you whisper into her ear, holding her tighter. She shakes as Christine continues, her leaves doing the same, and you grimace at her pain. “Wanda, come here.” You pull on her arm gently, and understanding immediately she crawls into your lap, arms wrapped around your neck and face buried into your neck. You rock her, shushing her gently as she whines and whispering how well she’s doing, gently planting kisses on her forehead and temple while trying to hold back tears of your own while watching her be in pain.

“You’re almost done,” you keep murmuring even though you have no idea how much longer she has to go through this, but Wanda nods every time you say it as if she needs to believe you. At once last snip she gives a gasp, and when you go to check on her she gives a shaky sigh and a small laugh, leaning into you even more.

“That’s the last one!” Christine shouts, making her way down and tossing the pruners to the side. “How do you feel?”

“Much better,” she says with a nod, and when she lifts her head from your neck you can see the color in her face, her cheeks fuller than you’d ever seen and eyes glowing brighter than the stars. “So much better.”

“Good,” Christine says with a grin. “I’m just going to apply a fungicide, then I’ll be all done.” Wanda nods with a bright smile, and you can’t stop staring at the difference. At how much healthier she looks, at how much she glows now. Once Christine goes back to her bag, she turns to you, her smile turning mischievous.

“You’re staring,” she giggles, and you can’t help but grin. “Why?”

“I always knew you were beautiful,” you chuckle when she blushes, “but now? You’re ethereal.” She doesn’t hesitate when she leans forward, lips crashing into yours as her hands grasp your shirt, yours her hips. You lean back into the tree as she pushes into you, as if not able to get close enough, the kiss only breaking when you need to break for air.

“You know,” you whisper against her lips, “maybe they are right about calling you The Scarlet Witch’.” She tilts her head, and you grin as you rub your nose against hers. “Because you have me absolutely entranced.” She chuckles, her forehead leaning against yours as a finger trails along your jawline.

“Such a silly human,” she murmurs before her lips are back against yours, and you sigh as you realize that your promise of conservation now took a backseat to one dryad in particular.

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[openconceptpanicroom]

A Loyal Servant

Smut One-Shot Series — MDNI!!

Chambermaid!Reader x Rhaenyra (Pre-Timeskip)

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Synopsis: Princess Rhaenyra found a good friend in you, her chambermaid. Over time, her feelings changed into desire.

Warnings: Slight dub con with the imbalance of power, suggestive/sexual themes, female reader, fingering, mildly degrading language, groping, mildly innocent reader.

Note: All one-shots in this series will feature a servant!reader x HoTD character. Next up: Daemon x Septa!Reader

After losing Alicent and Ser Criston, Rhaenyra was terribly lonely. She could not trust even her ladies in waiting. Enemies surrounded her at all times, then you became her chambermaid.

And her attention would soon settle upon you.

At first, she hardly gave you a look. Why would she? You were a servant. Meant only to change her sheets, ready her bath, and fetch her laundry. Rhaenyra only started speaking to you to ease her own boredom. To her surprise, she found you were different from the others. Bright, cheery, always quick with a joke.

She was still so sullen in those days. A newlywed with a Lord Husband who preferred his squires to her touch. Rhaenyra didn’t trust you or your brightness, not at first.

With petulance, she would ignore you or be short in her replies. Sometimes complaining about your work or demanding you clean a floor you’d already scrubbed. You remained sweet.

Rhaenyra started to look forward to seeing you in the mornings and evenings. Having delightful chats as you changed her linens. You seemed committed to bringing out at least one laugh from the Princess per day. Something she was grateful for. You also shared small folk gossip as you spread rose petals over her in the bath. Talking to you was like taking a walk in King’s Landing without a chaperone.

A proper servant would have never dared to carry on as you did. Expressing your opinions and sharing long tales. A rebel herself, she found your boldness endearing. It was risky for a lady to be her true self, dangerous for a chambermaid. You were brave in the way that only innocence makes one.

It made her feel… protective. To put it simply.

Ser Criston had been turned against her, you could too. Or worse, remain loyal and be harmed as a consequence. It made her wish she could pull you into her bed at night to keep away all the evil that lay beyond her chamber door. Keep you snug and warm in her arms, like a pet.

Luckily, unlike most maids, your duty was to the care and upkeep of Princess Rhaenyra’s quarters. This made you something of a pet, she thought. Only allowed to move about her rooms. Only hers, safe from others.

In the safety of her chambers, you became one to rely on. She would speak to you of her woes. This only added to her protective, no, possessive feelings towards you. You knew things that could complicate her standing in society. She trusted you, and that made your existence all the more precarious.

As time went on, her feelings deepened into desire.

You were so precious, so innocent. So content with living a small, simple life taking care of a future Queen. It didn’t hurt that you had a face that was pleasing to look at. She called for you more often than she needed to, which she knew was dangerous. Alicent wouldn’t allow her the comfort of a confidant, Rhaenyra knew this well.

Still, she would call for you. And you would come.

Duties meant for her ladies were put unto you. Such as combing her hair or dressing her. Your touch was always so gentle. She was often left wanting your hands to linger, and sometimes they did.

She would sit in her tub with your hands kneading her shoulders. Oh, how she longed for your hand to slip into the water and touch her as you did in her dreams. Ser Harwin was more than thorough as a lover, but he was the leader in their lovemaking. In you, she saw a partner to command over. Pin you, pick off every thread of clothing, and commit your pleasured cries to memory.

She wanted you to be hers forever. Always close by, waiting for her call.

Rhaenyra never imagined she would desire a servant so ardently. In the time she knew you, she battled with these feelings. Resisting the urge to pull you against her was becoming more and more difficult.

You were hers, correct? Hers to use, hers to command, hers to keep. Hers. She just had to call for you. And she did.

One night, as you run her bath, she walks to you. The Princess typically waits in her bedchamber for you to tell her it’s ready. Tonight, she cares less about the bath and more about her company. She wore only a robe of red silk which was tied loosely at her waist. As she watches you, Rhaenyra toyed with the edge of her robe absentmindedly. Your sleeves were rolled up to your elbows as you filled her tub with steaming water. A hair had slipped from your careful braid, it hung tantalizingly close to your pouting lips. The dyed linen dress you wore looked stiff. It’s laces that went down your back were pulled taut.

Seduction is still a foreign language to her. All the things she wanted to say turned into a mess of purple prose on her tongue. She wants to tell you how she admired you. She wants you to know she missed the feel of your gaze when you looked at anyone but her.

All the things she wanted you to know, and all that came from her lips was a question.

“Tight, isn’t it?” Her voice made you jump slightly.

You turn your head away from your task and feel your cheeks warm. The Princess stands just beside you, draped in only a thin robe that hung loosely on her shoulders. Her pale breasts are a shrug away from being shown to you. Not that you had never seen the Princess nude… but not in this context. Something about her state of near-nudity and her sudden closeness made this more intimate than you were prepared for.

Gods, she is standing over you as you kneel at her bath. Close enough that you could drag your fingers from her ankle to her thigh. Push past that slip of fabric and lay your lips on— You clear your throat. All too aware of her staring down at you, a smirk playing at her lips.

“Tight? You mean my dress?” You put on a winning grin in the hopes it would chase away your lurid thoughts. “It can be, Your Grace. More rough than it is tight. B-But have no worry, I’ve learned not to mind it.”

“It must feel so brutal on your poor skin. Scraping and scratching you so. I hate to see it on you. I would much rather you…” Rhaenyra reaches out to you, her hand sliding from your shoulder to your spine. Her fingernails snagged at the worn-down laces of your dress. Ever so slightly, she tugged at it, “…take it off.”

“Precious thing,” she sighs. “You work so tirelessly for me, and for so little in return.”

As the dress slides from your shoulders, you make no effort to catch it. Or to stop her. Your breathing slows and your body warms under her amused gaze. She leans in closer, hovering over you to undo the rest of your laces. The Princess is so close now. You can smell hints of the perfume she had you dab on her skin earlier that day. Every breath of her you take, the harder it is to think clearly.

Her voice is smooth as she says, “Bathe with me tonight. So that I may share with you the pleasures you give me so freely.”

Bathe with her?

The thick fabric of your dress slides down your arms. Your chemise is all that separates you from being nude before the Princess. A chill sinks into your exposed skin, causing you to shudder. To deny her is to refuse a gift from your future Queen. But do you really want to tell her no in the first place?

Is her touch unwelcome? Her fingers glide up your back and rest at the base of your neck. You stare up at her, a dragon in flesh.

“Would that be wise, Princess?”

She keeps her hand on your neck, her eyes of amethyst heavy on your lips. “You can refuse me, if that is your want.”

Princess Rhaenyra stands back, the print of her hand still burning on your skin like a brand. Effortlessly, she pulls the sash of her robe from her waist. A wave of crimson silk falls from her body to pool around her feet.

“Or, you can accept me. The choice is yours.”

You have seen her bare flesh many times. It never fails to draw a fire in your loins. Targaryen beauty is no fable.

Her skin is pale and flawless, not a single scratch or freckle. The Princess is endowed with small but firm breasts, her hardened nipples are a soft pink. Her sex is covered by a patch of white hair. As she raises her leg to step into the bath, you catch the slight shimmer of arousal on her inner thigh.

She wants you to join her. The most powerful woman in Westeros wants you.

Rhaenyra sinks into the bath, the water settles just above her chest. You stand. She has to reaction to your hovering over her, your stillness. All she does is watch you. This is your last opportunity to turn back, and she knows that.

It is wrong for someone as low as you to join her. You have nothing ahead of you but labor, and she is destined to lead Westeros into a new age. A humble person would now deeply and decline.

But in that moment, as you looked at Rhaenyra, all you saw was the beautiful woman you had gotten to know. In the dawn, you would tell yourself that you gave in to appease your Princess.

Slowly, you push your dress down your hips. That one action is enough for Rhaenyra to reach out to you, pulling you towards the tub despite still being dressed in your chemise.

“So impatient,” you tease.

You remove your shoes next, then pull your chemise over your head. Rhaenyra is grateful of the view. Your bare breasts and exposed skin. Her hands are slick from the bath as she grips your hips. So much of you to explore…

Daringly, you wriggle your hips out of her grasp. “I still have my stockings on!”

Her grin is more cheeky than seductive now, eased by your playful tone.

Once fully undressed, you hesitate before entering the tub. Again, you are reminded of your station. The callouses on your fingers, the bruising on your knees, your tan lines. All marks of labor. Your ruminating is interrupted by a soft hand gripping your wrist. Violet eyes meet yours as rose petal lips part to sigh, “Please.”

The water is hot, almost too hot. Targaryen blood demands high temperatures. It’s enough for you to moan as you settle into a seated position. The Princess draws up her knees and parts them with her arms beckoning you to her. You swallow a lump in your throat as you crawl in between her legs.

Obedience guides you into her embrace, your arms drape over her shoulders as she takes you in. Rhaenyra touches her forehead to yours. You crack a small smile. There’s a strangeness to this embrace that is not entirely unwelcome. Her hands trace your curves and cup your breasts experimentally. A shaky breath leaves you.

Rhaenyra is not satisfied by teasing touches and restrained moans. She needs more contact. Greediness is inherent in all dragons, after all.

Her arms wrap around your waist and the Princess presses your chest to hers. She closes her legs under you and you wraps your legs around her hips almost as a reflex. The feel of her skin to yours is enough to drive chills up your spine. Knowing that your bare sex is pushing against her has you adjusting under the water.

She stops you with a hand gripping your bottom, “I put you there because I want you there.”

With her free hand she takes the soap you had set aside for her bath. She dips the ball of rose soap into the bath and begins the task of bathing you. Although, it’s not quite the same way you bathe her.

She lathers up her hands with the soap and begins to knead it into your aching body. Your shoulders and back, at first. Then, she puts her focus to your thighs. Your chest. Your bottom. Her movements are deep and slow, tearing shy moans of pleasure from you.

Rhaenyra teases your nipples with her thumbs, punching them soft, then hard. When you whine, she smiles.

“A ring of gold here would look lovely…” she murmurs. What that could mean is lost on you.

She knows you are a maiden still, and you are her first Lady lover. As she teases and caresses you she counts all the differences between you and her past lovers. Your moans are breathy, and light. The feel of your fingernails in her shoulders is a delightful pinch. Everything about you, about women, is smooth and soft. All of which Rhaenyra decides she likes.

Though, what she likes most of all is how submissive you are.

You keep your arms around her shoulders, not daring to move. For if you do, you know it will be either to cling to her or buck your hips against her.

Her hand dips between your thighs. Pleasure rips through you suddenly. The Princess’ knuckle grazed a bundle of nerves you touch only late at night. You gasp, but catch your bottom lip with your teeth. She does not approve.

Rhaenyra looks you dead in the eyes as she finds your clit again. This time she presses the pad of her thumb directly on it, and draws a slow circle. A high-pitched whine cuts through the quiet. Your hips jump only to be caught by her free hand. Her grip is strong from years holding the reins of Syrax. You are helpless to her ministrations, left to whimper as your thighs shake around her.

She seals your lips with hers for the first, but not the last, time that night.

“Cry for me,” she says against your trembling lips. “Call out for me.”

“Princess— “ She pinches your clit as a reprimand. You know immediately why, she wants her name. Not her title. “Ah! Ah… R-Rhaenyra..!!”

Smiling, she says “Better.”

Your maidenhood clenches around a sudden intruder. The ring and index finger of your dear Princess. Wet from her touch, she slides into you easily. Your back arches.

Shameless, all pretense of bathing you is abandoned as she slowly pumps her fingers as Ser Harwin does to her. Curling her fingers slightly as she sinks them into you to her knuckle.

Clinging to her, you stare into her eyes with an open mouth. Words cannot leave you as something starts to coil within you. Your hips start to thrust in time with her hand. Her fingers pump faster as your moans grow louder.

“Do you feel it?”

Feel it? The coiling? How hard it’s becoming not to fuck yourself on her fingers? Oh, yes, you feel it. You kiss her, your fingers gripping her white hair without care. Losing yourself to her touch. All you can focus on is the curling of her fingers. The heel of her palm bumps your clit, making you cry into her mouth.

Your hips move more erratically, chasing the friction of her palm. The kiss deepens as she tilts her head. She slips a tongue past your lips. Wine from her supper clings to her tongue. Mind gone to your pleasure, you reciprocate the kiss clumsily. She smiles.

She slows the thrusting of her fingers and you feel tears roll down your cheeks. There was something primal to be satisfied. Rhaenyra parts from you, taking in the mess of you she’s made. It’s a lovely sight to behold. Lips swollen from your kiss, eyes watery with tears. Desperate, needy, the eyes of a parishioner begging for deliverance. Your hips roll into her hand, she tuts at you. “Make yourself cum, I want to watch.”

You look down, and swallow. A part of you wants to pretend not to know what you need to do. That part of you is drowned out easily by your desires. With a sway of your hips, you begin to grind into her hand. Side to side, picking up speed with each shockwave from your sensitive clit.

Over and over, you grind into her hand. Your walls clench around her fingers. Rhaenyra manages to slip a third finger into you. Before you can account for the stretch, she resumes her thrusting and your mouth drops open in a silent scream. A flash of white crosses your eyes as your back arches. The Princess watches your expression in great satisfaction with your cunt’s walls fluttering around her fingers.

“There you go, keep going. My loyal servant,” she coos.

The water will be ice cold by the time she’s done with you. And, if she may, she’ll have you this exact way every night.

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[ramonag-if]

Hello, first of all i'm sorry if this headcanon come out as a sexist and rude. You can skip it if you are uncomfortable.

So.....i see anyone in crown of exile don't care about same-gender couple or opposite-gender couple (It was good i can finally play with ROs who don't care about MC's gender)

So i headcanon My MC was dating only women before (she also have crush on Female Dena too) untill one day Prince Irus apper she was afaid of him at first (Prince Irus look scary to her when first meet) untill both of them start to talk and she protect Prince Irus. When they in goddess temple Prince Irus was dress her wound, she start to have a little crush on him and Oh....it was very funny in my head

Prince Irus : *dress her wound*

My MC : *look at him* wow he's hot

Prince Irus : I know you said you didn't want my help, I am sorry

My MC : *blush*

My MC : Wait! i have a crush on HIM!?

And my mc spend time to figure out that she have a crush on men or not she even ask Sir Oren who is her friend how to dating with Prince Irus but at the end she courting with Prince Irus and she try her best to make Prince Irus safe and happy it kinda heartwarming to me because i headcanon My MC was confuse at first after that she was afaid to explore new things but after anyone support she finally be brave and try new things even she still afaid

By the way i look forward Dena reapper again i wonder what will she said after she meet MC again, and i want to see Prince Irus react after meet MC's ex-crush

I see Prince Irus dating both gender before maybe he can guide My MC when she flirting(or she just blush because she was shy soft girl) with him 😂😂😂

You're more than free to imagine a backstory like this for your MC 😊 I knew going into the game that I didn't want to write a story where same-sex relationships were seen as different, so it's not a big deal in the game's universe.

Irus has definitely had experience with different genders in a romantic relationship before (though calling it a relationship is a stretch - he preferred short-lived flings).

I'm excited for Dena's reappearance. You can expect the ROs to rect in some way or the other when Dena appears 😆

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[casspurrjoybell-21]

Pirate Chains - Volume 1 - Strong Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 35 - Clash of Allegiances - Part 2

Ace

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?"

Those who weren't laughing uncontrollably stared in utter disbelief at the audacity of the young lamb who had just delivered a swift kick to a 'captain candidate' right before their eyes. It was as if the wind had changed direction and the once enraged Agenor now wore an expression of shock, tinged with a hint of amusement and... pride?

"You... you bitch," Amos yelled and I could almost hear Nyx's anger reaching its breaking point.

"THAT'S IT," Nyx yelled, pulling himself up, surveying the crowd around him, then stepped aside while limping slightly.

He pushed his hand through the throng, retrieving a short sword.

"Hey. That's mine," one of the fools protested but Nyx paid him no mind.

Stepping back, he straightened his posture and pointed the sword towards all of us.

'Aye, he did that.'

Everyone, starting with Agenor and including myself, fell into a state of mesmerized astonishment as we witnessed the highborn landlubber boldly challenging a pack of ferocious sea-wolves.

"I've had enough of your sickening insults. I won't tolerate any offense from anyone."

His gaze shifted towards Agenor and in a less confrontational tone, he added...

"Agenor, I'm sorry but I refuse to tolerate the disrespect of your wretched crew any longer."

Well, if he had any claim to not being suicidal before, he had definitely lost it with this declaration. He maneuvered the tip of the blade slowly, yet steadily, gesturing towards each and every one of us.

"Whoever still harbors an ounce of offense, step forward and face me now. I don't care if you're men or damned devils. I don't care if you see me as a pirate or not. That is an insignificant detail compared to your insolence. And I shall not tolerate any of it anymore. Come, this is your chance."

When no one dared to make a move, he yelled...

"COME ON."

His voice reverberated through the air, awakening the latent bloodlust in some of the crew members. Their eyes sparkled with excitement at the prospect of crossing swords with this young warrior. Can't blame them, if it weren't for Agenor, I'm not sure I would've spared him my blade either. On second thought, I most definitely have to cross swords with him.

Well, not now when he's injured and so incensed but I'll find a way to engage in a playful bout with him eventually. Excitement rippled through the ranks as they weighed the exhilarating duel with this newly emerged wolf against the wrath of the devil lurking behind him. Some discreetly reached for their swords and daggers, concealed in their belts or behind their backs.

Nyx must have sensed their growing eagerness. He adjusted his stance, his back turned to Agenor and gracefully swung the sword in elegant circular motions, effectively covering the space before him. I reckon fencing must be his preferred method of combat... or perhaps his only one. The crew members in the front row cautiously retreated, ensuring a safe distance for Nyx to wield his weapon freely. Despite his injured foot, his movements remained graceful, and his grip on the sword tightened.

"So, who's brave enough to be the first to try?"

He started with Amos, who was glaring intensely at him.

"Let's begin with you, Amos."

Despite his anger, Amos was smart enough not to accept the offer with the devil fully awake and present. Getting no positive response, Nyx ignored him and continued walking the point of his sword further, searching for another target. He spotted Nash and confidently challenged him,

"Or you, Nash."

The tall pirate grinned with enthusiasm, leaving me puzzled.

'Why Nash?'

"How about you, Lou."

'Nash, then Lou? Why those two? It seemed like odd choices.'

"Or maybe the other one... yes, Britt. Who the fuck is Britt?"

Britt, also known as whale, raised his hand from behind the crowd. This guy was massive and incredibly simple-minded. He functioned based on basic commands like 'eat, sleep, fight, eat, smile, eat, frown, eat, eat...' I had seen him interact with Nyx many times and the boy actually treated the big man well.

He would go behind Baril's back to serve Britt two or three times the amount of food. Hell, once I even saw him give Britt the entire cauldron to finish. And 'if Britt eats, Britt is happy'. So, the enormous guy liked to sit around Nyx whenever he had lunch in the hull with us and leach off him. I remember because I found it amusing to see them both sitting near each other.

"Uh? Wait... You're Britt?"

Whale nodded and Nyx apologized, looking confused.

"Sorry, that must be a mistake."

He regained his determination, swinging the sword in circles to his right. Focused and determined, he returned to his challenging demeanor.

"Those who still intend to disrespect me, I'll fight you until I die or take you all down one by one."

Unable to contain his excitement and newfound pride, Agenor smirked and laughed loudly. He stepped next to Nyx, ruffling his wet hair.

"It's alright, warrior. I think they get it. You've already kicked three unlucky assholes. No need to get more people injured," he said playfully.

At the same time, he cast a warning glance around and we all mentally took a step back. Feeling Agenor's large hand on his head, Nyx's expression softened and he shifted uncomfortably. The hand slid down to pat his shoulder and the young man tried to suppress a pout but couldn't.

"I did nothing but show them respect, yet they keep insulting me," he complained. "I didn't ask for any of this, you know... Your crew hates me."

He almost whined as he said that and it reached Agenor in a comforting way. Some faces looked sympathetic, while most of us were too excited to feel anything. Maren jumped onto the deck, saying...

"Oh come on, Nyx. We're not all assholes, just a couple and you've already met the worst," he says, glancing at Amos, who was emitting fumes of fury.

Agenor was focused on Nyx, so I nudged a couple of mates to help me drag the two defeated idiots to a cell in the lower hull. Maren continued...

"You are one of us, isn't that right, you bastards?"

"Sure."

"Aye"

Those who agreed or wanted to please Agenor stood beside Maren, while the others simply kept their sneers silent and their mouths shut. Nyx slightly winced. Amusingly enough, he didn't look sure how he felt about that.

"To me, he's better and more hard working than most of you fuckers combined," Baril spat.

And who would dare go against the cook other than the mentally deranged Trent.

"Probably because you keep stabbing and boiling whoever steps into the galley. The galley is common ground. Common ground," he yelled, trying to rile the troops.

Interest was fading in their quarrel and hunger easily took over their minds, one even pushed Trent aside and pleaded with Baril...

"Whatever, let's just eat damn it."

"Fucking wretched bastards. I forgot the damn food. I fucking swear if it's burned you will be swallowing it as it is," Baril yelled and stomped back to the galley.

[peace-coast-island]

Diary of a Junebug

Strawberry cake and vanilla spice coffee

With the year slowly coming to a close and the holidays quickly approaching, I’ve been thinking about how much things have changed and what the future may hold. Being back home with family and old friends, it feels nice to kick back and let go of your responsibilities for a bit.

Daisy Jane and I have been hanging out with Team Magic a lot, especially now that Pippa’s recovering at home after the bone marrow transplant was successful. She and Almie are in high spirits so that’s good to see. Mariposa, Luna, and Skully have been checking in often as soon as she was allowed to have visitors. There had been a few complications at first but Pippa was able to pull through and now it seems like the worst is behind for her. Hopefully that’ll be the last time cancer throws a wrench in her life.

Almie can finally breathe easy now that Pippa’s doing well. He would never forgive himself if something happened to her. Even though he tried to put on a brave face, Daisy Jane and I knew that he’d been on edge since Pippa’s leukemia returned. We’d all thought she’d be one of those people who’d beat it the first time, though she later told us that her doctor always kept it real with her, which allowed her to brace herself when she got called back for more tests.

I think because of her illness, Pippa has taken on a more pragmatic approach to life over the past couple of years and that has allowed her to take her ordeal in stride. From what I remember, the old Pippa was the kind of person who feared the unknown, preferring to stay in her comfort zone where it was safe. Then she got sick and that forced her to confront with the unknown, which is understandably scary, especially if the question of whether you even have a future to look forward to is an option you actually have to think about.

Not too long ago, Pippa was featured as a guest writer on Falling Star’s blog. There, she wrote about how cancer changed her outlook on life along with her thoughts post recovery now that she was out of the woods. It was a very insightful read, especially the part about how she’s learned to live life for herself.

Pippa wrote that for the longest time, she thought you had to be special in order to live life to the fullest. I can understand that pressure to “be someone”, to always strive for high expectations and to constantly prove yourself in order to be considered worthy. She said part of the reason why she had trouble stepping out of her comfort zone was because she didn’t feel confident. Even though she doesn’t consider herself as a perfectionist, she always had that fear of doing something wrong or being inconvenient (same, Pippa, same), so she thought it was best to stay out of the way. And so she allowed herself to get lost in the background, hoping that one day she will eventually get the courage to reveal herself without feeling self conscious.

Through the ups and downs, Pippa said the biggest takeaway for her was to just live life, to just be happy with your existence. Life shouldn’t be a competition where you constantly have to prove yourself in order for others to notice you and respect you. She says it’s a hard pill for certain people to swallow, but you shouldn’t live based on what makes you the most popular or successful. Ambition isn’t always about climbing upwards, it’s about doing what makes you happy and fulfilled. In other words, life shouldn’t be a competition. You should be allowed to make mistakes and be mediocre, because in order to be comfortable with yourself, you need to accept that your flaws are a part of you too.

Luna also plays a huge role in helping Pippa come out of her shell. For pretty much all her life Luna was talked down and treated like an outcast, so if anyone knows what it’s like to constantly doubt yourself, even hate yourself, it’s her. Luna had said that she finally got tired of people talking behind her back so she said “Fuck it, I’m gonna do my own thing and not care what everyone thinks.” and that’s how she became the eccentric witch we all know and love. Not only she was a positive influence on Pippa, she also brought Angie, Willow, and Mariposa together.

Seeing the girls all together hanging out, it pretty much sums up what Pippa said the past couple years have been for her: a mixed blessing. To think that if she hadn’t been diagnosed with leukemia she wouldn’t have reconnected with Willow, meet Mariposa, and become close with Luna and Skully. No matter how uncertain the future may be, at least Pippa will be supported by those who love and care for her.

While Pippa’s relationship with Almie has strengthened because of what they’ve been through together, Alon has been pretty much out of the picture. They said he calls once in a while but that’s about it. Apparently he’s so busy that he can’t bother to make time to visit when both his siblings were in the hospital undergoing an intense procedure. As harsh as it sounds, we all have come to accept that he just doesn’t give a fuck about his own family.

Honestly, sometimes I find it a little hard to believe that Alon’s related to Almie and Pippa because he always seemed different. Maybe some of that stems from being a middle child - not that I would know anything about that so I can’t say for sure - but I think he always felt that he was superior than his siblings. Sure he’s smart, ambitious, and talented, the kind of person who’s “somebody” - which definitely played into his siblings’s insecurities - so in a way his arrogance is somewhat justified. But since going off to college and later moving out, it seems like he’s been burning bridges with a lot of people.

He and Mae have so much in common in the worst ways that it’s not funny. Even though they’ve known each other since forever they didn’t start dating until a few years ago, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that around the time they started dating and college when their egos began to get the better of them. Like with Pippa and Almie with Alon, Daisy Jane’s relationship with Mae has become increasingly strained over the past couple years.

It’s not just the fact that they have widely different world views compared to us, it’s also the fact that the way they see people in general is, in my opinion, toxic. Now that I think about it, Alon and Mae have gotten dangerously controlling, forcing those close to them to only be acquainted with certain people and tearing others down for doing things the wrong way - that’s not healthy. The main reason why Pippa was able to get close to Luna and Skully was because Alon wasn’t there to intervene - for someone who claimed that he wanted Pippa to bring out her full potential, he held her back a lot.

As for Mae, a while back, Daisy Jane, Cheyenne, and I came to a revelation about Mae. Basically, the reason why Mae is against Daisy Jane being an artist is because she simply doesn’t see artists as human. By that I mean Mae sees them as content creators who have to be constantly working and constantly churning out content to appeal to the masses. The podcast incident proved that point.

There’s also the fact that Mae just doesn’t like Daisy Jane’s art style. She’s the kind of person who critiques things based on whether they meet her personal tastes. Most of her “helpful” advice is just her trying to force things to work out the way she wants it without taking others into consideration. In her eyes, since Daisy Jane’s art didn’t interest her, she shouldn’t even bother because if she doesn’t like it, then no one should.

And when Daisy Jane gained a significant following, Mae shrugged it off saying that mentally ill gays seem to have low standards, which is like wtf. No one forcing her to like her sister’s work and somehow she acts like it’s a big deal that people like it. It’s not like Daisy Jane’s art is niche or anything, it’s just not something that interests Mae and as disheartening it is to hear that your sibling doesn’t like your art, well, it’s their opinion and just leave it at that. At this point Daisy Jane just wants Mae to leave her alone instead of barging in with her useless opinions that contribute nothing except make her look like an entitled bitch.

Speaking of entitled, it came to no surprise that Alon and Mae are a part of Hologram Viral, an infamous streaming platform known for its toxic community. Sad to say that they do fit into that crowd, especially since they have the power to decide who succeeds and who flops. From what I’ve heard, it’s the kind of community where you choose friends based on what you can get out of them. As soon as you fall short of their unreasonably high expectations or they can no longer exploit you or they simply don’t like you anymore, you’re out. Mae especially has built a reputation of playing favorites, contributing to the worsening state of Hologram.

Let’s just say that it’s for the best that neither one has returned to Rosevine since moving out. Truth be told, they probably think they’re too good for this town. I’d say good riddance to them - I know I’m not the only one.

Willow and Mariposa have some major updates on their lives. Mariposa’s staying in Rosevine, as in actually living here instead of it being a temporary thing. Her mom’s in the process of moving here so Mariposa will be moving out of Luna’s soon. Luna won’t admit it but I’m sure she’ll miss Mariposa’s presence, but at least they’re still in the same town. Mariposa said it’s hard to leave since she’s been with Luna all this time but she also wants to be with her mom too and they have a lot to catch up on. She doesn’t go into too much detail about her family situation for obvious reasons, though she’s been slowly opening up a bit more, so I take it as a good sign that things are improving.

Even though Mariposa’s moving out, Luna and Skully still have Hunter living with them, this time for good. I’m glad he’s decided to stay. I think being with Luna and the others is good for him. It’s also good to see him more up and about, which he credits hours of physical therapy to. He’s still using crutches, though he says he’s able to walk without them for short periods of time, which is good. However, he has fallen a few times due to overconfidence, but luckily someone was quickly by his side and he was fine.

Yeah, I don’t blame the others for being anxious. While it’s clear that Hunter wants to get back on his feet, he shouldn’t be pushing himself too hard. I mean, it’s understandable that he’s probably restless, especially now that he can relax after escaping an abusive environment. Hunter never talked much about it but we can put two and two together. In other words, he’s been through hell and back, and hopefully at this point he can move forward. With Luna taking him under her wing, Hunter’s in good hands.

As for Willow’s family situation, her father’s safe, but still keeping a low profile. She and her siblings just found out a couple days ago that the divorce was finalized, which happened a lot faster than they expected. Last we heard, their mother didn’t take it well when he told her that he wanted out. Given their status and power, him leaving means that his reputation will take a massive hit and he will be seen as an enemy in the eyes of many. It can’t be easy leaving a situation like that so good for him. Like Willow and her siblings said, the old man has finally flown the coop.

Along with catching up with friends and family, I was looking forward to Flora’s strawberry cake and vanilla spice coffee. For as long as I can remember, around this time of year the local market begins selling cakes. Right before the holidays is when the market gets hectic as people try to buy desserts before they’re all gone. When I was the one picking up the cakes, I can’t help but feel a bit victorious when I walk out with the boxes while the line grows longer outside.

Since moving out, I think it’s become a tradition for me to treat myself to a strawberry cake when I come home around this time of the year. Strawberry is their most popular cake so I gotta grab it while I can before it’s sold out. Fortunately, since their cakes are big, making it impossible for me to eat by myself, I share them with my friends so they get to enjoy it too. Nothing like food to bring people together.

And of course, you need a good drink to go with dessert, so for me, coffee is the way to go. Vanilla spice coffee is one of my favorites, especially the one at Flora’s, so it makes sense to pair that with the cake. Even though Flora’s is a market, their cakes and coffee are top tier in quality, rivaling some popular cafes in my opinion.

The days have been slow and I don’t mind. As nice as it was to hang out with everyone, I need time for myself to recharge - such is the nature of an introvert. I came home to take it easy, so that’s what I’m gonna do while enjoying some cake and catching up on some knitting.

#animal crossing #animal crossing pocket camp #Diary of a Junebug #headcanon ramble

[chefdoeuvre]

Aftermath

Jay Halstead

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Sister!Reader

Description: People always tend to forget about the aftermath.

Words: 2,122

Requested: yes by anonymous; second, if it's ok i wanted to request a part two to the imagine? i was wondering if you could just explore the aftermath of her assault, as she continues to heal and accept what's happened to her. by this i mean experiencing ptsd and having nightmares, flashbacks and dealing with certain triggers. also, maybe she could still sometimes turn to substances as many survivors do, and just break down sometimes. obviously since it's a halstead sister fic and i love the support system in the last story, i'd love to see jay helping her through everything and being super protective + some scenes with the rest of intelligence? but it's obviously up to you. thank you so much <3

Warnings: mention of drinking, sexual assault, drugs, language, PTSD, Jay Halstead and all of Intelligence being the best.

A/N: This is the long awaited part two to Infliction, and by long-awaited I mean like a month later. I tried to make the end light hearted because it seemed like a good way to go. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors.

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It had been a few weeks since the party and things were beginning to look up. You and Brayden started hanging out more and it was safe to say the two of you were on your way to becoming best friends. The group of guys had all been arrested and sent far away from you. You, Jay, and Will have been having more frequent family movie nights instead of them heading out to Molly's every free night they got. Intelligence had basically adopted you as one of their own and even went out of their way to hang out with you. Kim and Hailey had girls nights away from the ever-annoying guys they work with. Adam and Kevin practically chauffeured you to hangouts with Brayden and took you out to your favorite diner on the weekends. Even Hank had called you once in a while as a check-in and to keep you informed about your case. Overall things seemed to be getting better for you.

Except for one little detail. Your PTSD was hitting you like a truck. Of course, the only person who even remotely knew what was happening was Brayden because he was the one person you spent most of your time with. Thankfully he was there to help ground you and calm you down when it all became too much for you. This wasn't sudden, it's been building up since it happened and clearly you needed to work on accepting it rather than shoving it all down. That's one thing you and Jay had in common, the two of you always had trouble addressing your problems no matter how big they became.

Currently, you were laying in bed and staring up at your ceiling that Jay had covered in stars for you. If there was one thing about you is that you still are a child at heart. You had been shocked awake by your recurring nightmare. It always followed the same premise of the night of the party but every night there were either different people, points of view, or different actions you took that still led you to the same outcome. There were dried tears staining your cheeks that you hadn't bothered to wipe away and every few moments there would be a soft sniffle to break the eerie silence.

Having enough of staring up at your ceiling you let out a low huff and pushed yourself up to a sitting position. You turned to the side and looked at the clock resting on your nightstand. The clock read 4:19 AM which was clearly too early for you to be up but too late for you to try and go back to sleep before Jay's rustling while getting ready would wake you up. Reaching over to open the drawer in your nightstand you checked the small bottle hidden under the glasses case that held your blue light ones. It was three-quarters full of vodka you had inconspicuously stolen from Jay's cabinet. You kept promising yourself that you wouldn't drink anymore, but clearly, that wasn't really panning out in your favor. Sure you would have a swig or two before braving yourself and heading off to school but it was to take the edge off, not to get drunk.

If Jay were to check through your drawer he'd probably think otherwise. You had stopped with the pills since he had found you, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him so you continued to drink. Obviously, it wasn't a lot and definitely not enough to get you drunk off your ass. You just wanted to be buzzed enough to have the courage to walk into your dreaded school every morning and deal with the numerous triggers you kept on discovering.

Eventually, it was time for you actually start getting ready for school. Jay had already left for work a while ago, leaving a kiss on your head before stepping out the door. You pulled on a random outfit that was comfortable and your usual pair of shoes before throwing your backpack over your shoulder and walked downstairs. Deciding against your worst judgment you made the choice to brave the day without the buzz of alcohol. Waiting at the front entrance of your building was Brayden. Like every morning the two of you would walk to school together if Jay had to go into the district early. If Jay only had paperwork that day he would drive the two of you to school instead, but that didn't happen very often.

The two of you walked to school silently, only exchanging a few words of greeting. Once you had made it to the large building you both had to split up for your classes. The day went on like usual, boring teachers droning on about upcoming assignments and tests. Lunch had arrived after what seemed like forever and you sat at an empty table practically half asleep. You held your head in your hand as you kept your eyes from slipping shut at the exhaustion.

"You not feeling too hot there?" One of your classmates from English asked as he passed by.

You froze at the familiar words before shaking yourself out of the memory.

"Fine, just tired." You brushed off their comment as he nodded with an understanding smile before continuing to his table.

Moments later the door opened and you picked your head up reluctantly. It was a few guys on the football team.

"You not feeling too hot there?" One of the seniors asked you.

You simply shook your head which only worsened the pain in it. The boys walked a few steps closer before placing their hands on your shoulders. They shoved you back onto the bed and immediately your body began to react.

You kicked and punched aimlessly to get them off of you but your movements were uncoordinated and your mind was foggy. There were too many of them and they began to overpower you, their hands wandering to unwanted places.

“Y/N?” Brayden’s voice pulled you out of the flashback.

“Huh?” Your teary eyes darted around his face before focusing on his concerned expression.

“Let’s head to the library, all right?” Brayden suggested already standing up from his seat across from you.

You nodded silently before hiking your bag over your shoulder and walked to the library beside him. Luckily at your school, they were lenient enough to let you head to the library during lunch. Usually, the kids didn’t take advantage of it but it was an unspoken spot of peace for you and Brayden.

The two of you sat at a table near the back and Brayden pulled a chair up beside you.

“Want to talk about what happened back at lunch?” Brayden asked softly.

You bit your lip in contemplation. This had been happening for weeks and every time you’d shake your head and change the subject. But the fact was it wasn’t getting better and you just needed to tell somebody that you weren’t okay. A few tears slipped out of your eyes which led to quiet sobs escaping from your lips. Brayden offered you a hug with outstretched arms, making sure to check if you were okay with it. You leaned forward into his embrace and squeezed his waist tightly. He held you there while rubbing soothing circles on your back until your cries stopped. You lifted your head off his chest and wiped away the remained tears on your cheeks before speaking up.

“Uh, flashbacks. I’ve been getting them for a while. I thought they’d go away, but they haven’t.” You explained with a sigh, avoiding his gaze and instead taking interest in your hands.

“Okay first, if they happen again tell me, or pull on my sleeve and I’ll get you somewhere quiet. Got it?” Brayden bent his head to try and get into your eye line.

You nodded your head with a hum before he spoke up again, “since they haven’t gone away maybe you should talk to someone. Preferably a professional, but if you’re only comfortable telling me then I’m all ears. Although, I’m not sure that I can cure you with magic, wish I could though.” Brayden tried to lighten the mood with his magic comment.

“Thanks, Brayden. Jay actually has been bugging me about seeing a therapist. Said it helped him with his PTSD, I think I might take him up on it.” You looked up at the boy with pursed lips.

“That’s good. Just know we’re not trying to force you into anything, we just want you to feel better however long that may take.” Brayden gave you a soft smile.

“You are wise beyond your years, you know that?” You smiled back with a small laugh.

“I try, I try.” Brayden shrugged nonchalantly.

“Can you come with me to the district after school?” You asked cautiously.

“Of course, not like I’d rather do my homework.” Brayden laughed.

“And there’s the Brayden I know.” You smiled widely.

Soon enough you and Brayden had been making your way to the twenty-first district to talk with Jay and probably the rest of Intelligence. The air was lighter between the two of you once you had finally started to open up. Of course, you hadn’t spilled everything but the little you had told him made the weight on your shoulders lessen slightly.

“Ah, baby Halstead and company, what brings you here?” Trudy greeted from the front desk with a tight-lipped smile. Even if she didn’t want to admit it, she had a soft spot for you.

“Can you ring us upstairs? I need to talk with Jay.” You asked.

“You’re lucky they haven’t caught a case today.” Trudy walked out from behind her desk and led you and Brayden upstairs.

“Thank you, Trudy.” You smiled and followed the woman.

“I have a special delivery for Detective Chuckles.” Trudy spoke up once the three of you reached the top of the steps.

Jay’s head snapped up from his desk with a look of confusion when his eyes landed on you. He quickly stood up and scanned you over for anything.

“What happened, are you all right?” Jay cupped your cheek in concern before sparing a glance at Brayden for any sign of something bad.

“I’m okay, I just needed to talk to you.” You reassured him.

“All right. You wanna head into the kitchen?” Jay asked.

“No, we could talk at your desk. They’re all gonna find out anyway.” You gestured to the rest of the unit who was watching the two of you intently.

Jay nodded his head and led you to his desk. You reached out and held onto Brayden’s arm as you pulled him along to take a seat and sit beside you. Of course, at this, the entire unit had gathered around with concerned faces once you started to explain to them. Jay’s expression was held with soft eyes as he listened to you agree with wanting to try therapy and asking for help.

Once you were done Jay stood up and placed a kiss on the top of your head before whispering into your hair, “I’m proud of you.” Jay pulled away to give you a warm smile.

“All right come here you little muffin.” Kim held out her arms with a smile.

You stepped forward into her embrace as she squeezed you tightly, she rocked the two of you from side to side eliciting a small giggle out of you. Hailey joined the hug with a laugh once Kim pulled her by the arm.

Antonio placed a hand on your shoulder once you, Hailey, and Kim pulled away, “I’m proud of you, kiddo.” He offered you a kind nod.

“So proud.” Kevin gave you one of his signature bear hugs.

“Okay, it’s my turn.” Adam squeezed his way to stand in front of you. Which caused everyone to laugh at his eagerness.

“I could never forget about you, Ruz.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he lifted your toes off the ground.

“Are we done yet? You guys are treating my sister like an attraction.” Jay sassed.

“You’re just mad that you only got to kiss me on the head and not a hug.” You retorted from leaning back into Brayden with a smirk.

“No, not true.” Jay shook his head with furrowed brows.

“Yup, totally jealous.” You nodded convinced.

“How did we go from a serious topic to Halstead and mini Halstead having a sarcasm battle?” Adam questioned with a confused expression.

“I learned to stop questioning it.” Brayden shrugged from behind you.

“It’s how we cope. Halstead thing, I guess.” You said with raised brows.

“Fair enough.” Jay sighed.

#chicago pd fanfiction #fanfiction #imagine #request #one shot #one chicago #one chicago fanfiction #one chicago imagine #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd #jay halstead x y/n #jay halstead x you #jay halstead x sister!reader #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead fanfiction #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead

[maximoffsworlds]

Not while I’m around

Summary: When a thunderstorm rolls into town, Wanda comes to the rescue.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff.

A/N: this is the first piece of Wanda fic I’ve written that I’ve been brave enough to publish 🥺 I hope you like it. Also, if anyone else can tell me how to cut this into a link to shorten your pages, please do 😂

You had only been dating for two months when Wanda had come to your apartment, knocking on the door before twisting the handle to let herself in. You had told her early on into your relationship that she was always free to let herself in and you loved that she felt comfortable enough with you to do just that.

“Y/N? I brought dinner,” she calls out, closing the door behind her with a smile, kicking off her shoes. To her dismay, there was no sign of you in the living room, nor in the kitchen of your open plan apartment.

You’d yet to meet the rest of the Avengers. You knew of their reputation, and although you’d been scared to admit it to Wanda when you had first gotten together, you had told her one early morning as you lay with your head on her chest while the sun rose that you were intimidated by them. What if they didn’t like you? What if they didn’t think you were good enough for Wanda? What if they felt the need to abolish you from her life in one way or another.

Of course, she had reassured you that there was no way that would happen: that they were her friends and they’d love you - and she had put you at ease, you’d both agreed to wait just a little longer. Besides, it meant that there was still time for Wanda to keep you for herself - and she loved that too.

Setting the bags of takeout down on the kitchen counter, a frown creasing her forehead as she turns around, wondering where you had gotten to. She had texted you to tell you that she was bringing food, and although you had read it, you hadn’t replied. But the read receipt told her that you knew she was coming over.

“Y/N? Are you home?” She calls out, this time heading towards your bedroom. The door was open and your bedside table was on, casting light and shadows simultaneously against the magnolia walls of your rental property.

It had gotten dark outside early as a storm had rolled in across the city. Rain pelted against the windows while the wind howled, and it had been storming for the past hour or so. “I’m sorry I’m a little later than I said I’d be. Traffic was crazy out. You’d think it was the end of the world, and not a little storm,” she chuckles to herself, before turning out of the bedroom and glancing at the bathroom.

Again, the door was slightly ajar, but all the lights were off. Instinct should have told Wanda that there’s no use checking the bathroom, and yet, she found herself pushing the door open.

Her eyebrows raise as she switches on the light, her eyes landing on you, curled up in the tub.

“Honey, why are you in an empty tub in the dark?” She asks, crouching down at the side of the bathtub with a concerned expression upon her face. “Are you okay?”

You didn’t have to answer verbally. A roll of thunder growled across the night sky, followed by a flash of lightening. Your whole body jumped, causing you to hit your head on the side of the tap. If you weren’t trembling before the impact, you were now.

“Are you scared of storms?” Wanda asks, immediately reaching forward to rest her hand against the side of your head.

Shame washes over your body. You’re way too old to be cowering at the weather. Mentally, you know this. But you can’t help the fear that has you trapped within its vice-like grip.

“I’m not scared, I just-“ you began, before being interrupted by another roll of thunder.

Before you even had a chance to say another word, Wanda had risen to her feet, scooping you up and into her arms, carrying you bridal-style into the living room, where she had set you down on the couch.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, y/n. All fears are valid, and you can always tell me what and how you are feeling. There’s no shame in that,” she says, shaking her head. “Give me five minutes and I will be right back,” she says with a smile, before shrugging off the long cardigan she had chosen to wear. Delicately wrapping it around your shoulders, she places a kiss to your forehead. “There, it’s like a hug from me. It’ll keep you safe until I’m done,” she says, before scurrying off to your bedroom.

Wanda isn’t gone for too long - maybe ten minutes or so, when she comes back to you on the sofa where she finds you pulling the cardigan tightly across your chest. Your knees are brought up to your chest and your forehead rests upon them while you tried to drown out the sounds of the storm outside.

There was no way Wanda was going to explain to you that lightening can travel through plumbing during a storm - and that was why she had lifted you out of the tub. Instead, she taps your shoulder gently and takes your hand, leading you back to the bedroom.

You stayed close to Wanda as she walked before you, your body huddled close to your girlfriend and your grip holding her hand tightly, squeezing it every time you heard another roll of thunder.

It’s absolutely stupid for a grown adult to be afraid of a storm. She’s going to think I’m an idiot.

“I’m not going to think you’re an idiot,” Wanda tells you with a smirk, turning to look at you as your eyes widen. You still hadn’t gotten quite used to the fact that she could read minds - and you often forgot it too.

She kisses the tip of your nose and smiles, before leaning to kiss your lips softly. “You’re adorable. And I’m going to show you that there’s nothing to be afraid of,” she tells you, before she pushes open your bedroom door.

Inside the room, your bedroom looks almost unrecognisable. Sheets and linens had been draped from the ceiling to both walls. Your bed faced the windows in the room, and your bed had been lined with a cacophony of pillows.

Wanda had built you a fort.

Not only was it a fort, it was a fort adorned with fairy lights and the Chinese take out she knew you loved from that place a few blocks away.

“Come on, y/n. Climb in,” she says, releasing your hand only to climb onto the bed, patting the space besides her until you quickly followed. The scent of her perfume on the cardigan she had given you earlier had already helped to relax you, but there was truly no better feeling than of Wanda’s arms circling you protectively.

From where you both lay, you had a great view of the city. It may not be dark outside because night had fallen, but the storm had brought its own darkness in early. “Nothing is ever going to hurt you, y/n. Not while I’m around,” she tells you, allowing you to nestle your head into the crook of her neck. When she feels you flinch with another roll of thunder, she chuckles to herself. “We can watch the storm together and you’ll see,” she tells you.

“You’re laughing at me,” you say, a little timidly. This was the reason you never told anyone about your fear of thunder and lightening. This was was a fear that is traditionally rooted in children under the age of ten, and you had passed that marker decades ago.

“No, baby. I’m not laughing at you,” Wanda promises, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. Her hand smooths it’s way up and down your back gently as she watches the storm outside.

“I’m laughing because of the circumstances. You know of Thor, right?” She asks, looking down at you, and watching as you nod your head quietly. “Well…he’s known as the God of thunder. Well, his name means Thunder. Legend has it that lightning was created by him using his Mjolnir - or so I’ve been told,” Wanda explains.

Lifting your head curiously, you raise an eyebrow towards the redhead. “So you’re telling me that all of this is caused by Thor having a tantrum?”

“Well, technically thunderstorms are caused by the atmosphere being unstable - when warm air exists underneath colder air,” Wanda begins to explain, stopping only when she sees you frowning.

“I think I prefer the idea of Thor having a temper tantrum,” you admit, setting your head back down on her shoulder before wrapping your arm around Wanda’s waist.

Her fingers play with the ends of your hair as she hums a soft melody for a moment with a smile on her face as she relishes the comfort of you snuggling up to her.

“If you prefer, you can always tell our children that Uncle Thor is having a tantrum if they’re scared of storms,” she muses quietly, bringing a smile to your face.

Wanda wants a family with you.

And you want a family with her.

And in years to come, whenever there is a thunderstorm, you’re no longer afraid. Not when you’re cuddling your wife and three children beneath a blanket fort in the middle of your living room.

Suddenly, storms aren’t that scary anymore.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x you #Wanda Maximoff #MCU #fluff #reader insert #avengers #wanda x you #thunderstorms #fluffy fic #marvel #who doesn’t love Wanda Maximoff

[dr3amofagame]

originally i just wanted dream to recover, preferably in the syndicate. but after today's quackity lore? he deserves to fuck shit up for a bit. let him get his revenge. tommy got his revenge on dream, techno got his revenge on l'manberg, dream deserves to get revenge on quackity and sam! then he can recover after that lol

(context: ask was sent on march 16th and i am very. very late.)

but YEAH !! logic brain says revenge bad and cycle of violence will continue BUT emotion brain wants c!dream to go crazy go stupid !! go beat them up honey we’ll be here with juice boxes and fruit snacks when you’re done <3 

i wrote this while looping casino royale by derivakat for (checks time) something like 12 hours straight so uhh,,, yeah LMAO have some of c!dream going apeshit bc honestly he deserves it (/hj)

tw: implied torture, abuse, mentioned injuries, suicide, murder, explosions, death, violence, dark portrayals of c!dream, c!quackity, and c!sam, emotional distress, prison arc, pandora’s vault

Sam is uneasy long before he enters Las Nevadas - Quackity’s terse, serious-sounding string of texts he’d woken up to had sent his heart racing before the country even came into sight, and he’s pretty sure the pit in the middle of his gut since Dream escaped a week ago won’t disappear until the prisoner is either jailed or dead at his feet. Still, the city hardly does his anxiety any favors - each step within its limits feels a bit more like walking to his own death, the silent storefronts and looming, boarded up casino seeming to watch his every move, making him pick up his pace to move a little faster and avoid their judging gazes.

Stuck in his head as he is, it’s not until he’s halfway to the meeting place that he realizes how eerily quiet the place is - Las Nevadas has yet to be a particularly busy country with the casino yet to open and their recruits usually doing their own thing in the meantime, but still there’s usually at least one of them lingering on the city grounds, between Fundy’s work on his yacht and Foolish’s construction and whatever Slime does, usually involving an immense amount of following Quackity’s every move. The city as it right now feels much more like when it had been no more than a secret of his and Quackity, months spent with just the two of them working to make Big Q’s vision a reality. There’s something uniquely unnerving about it, like stepping into a ghost town, and Sam’s unease only grows.

“Sam!” Quackity calls from the base of the casino - Sam shades his eyes from the sun as he jogs over. Even from this far, it’s clear Q is displeased - his lips are flat in a small frown, skin taut from where the corner of his mouth is pulling at his scar. His tie is slightly askew and shirt rumpled - he looks disheveled, eyebrows narrowed irritatedly as he taps at something on his communicator. Sam smiles slightly, hollow.

“Hello Quackity,” he responds simply, drawing his trident and bringing it to his side. “You said we needed to meet?”

“Yeah,” Quackity’s voice is distracted, and he mumbles a curse as he jams his finger particularly hard against the communicator screen. “What is up with everyone today? They sent me these- weird fucking messages  and then we get here and nobody’s here-”

“Who?” Sam’s lips press together. “You mean like- Fundy? Or Foolish?” They seem to be the ones that Quackity got messages from most frequently, if he remembers right. He doesn’t know for sure - usually, Quackity handles the social side of managing Las Nevadas.

“Fundy, Purpled, Foolish, Slime-” Quackity makes a vague, affronted noise. “All of them! Where the hell are they?”

Sam pauses.

“Q, when did Slime learn to use a communicator?”

“That’s the green one, right?” Both of them freeze, whirling around to the voice behind them, seeing nothing but the empty, arched doorway of the still-locked casino. “Naïve. Easy to fool.” The voice pauses, barks a sharp, quiet laugh. “Made my job easy, at least.”

The voice is familiar- too familiar. Sam doesn’t think he’ll ever get that cadence out of his head, not after months after months spent in the prison, hearing it in every possible tone and form. Quackity’s shoulders are hunched up to his ears, teeth bared in a snarl.

“Dream- I fucking swear- where the hell are you?”

“Aw, not so brave when the other person can actually fight back, are we?” Dream’s voice is lilting, mocking, and Sam’s hands tighten on the trident. “Fine, I’ll show myself. I’m not like you- no need to extend this game any longer than necessary.”

Dream slinks out from the shadows, wearing all black and covered in netherite armor, seeming fiddling with a small, grey thing in one hand. HIs stance is wide, torso pulled close to the ground - instead of a mask, his outfit includes a hooded black cloak that pulls down over his face, barely offering a glimpse of his eye glaring from underneath it.

“I’m giving you three seconds to tell me why the hell you’re in my country,” Quackity growls, sword forming in his hand, blade still crusted over with old blood, “And I’ll make your death half as painful as it’ll be otherwise.”

Dream laughs, high-pitched and unstable. “Please- what are you gonna do with that thing?” Quackity stalks forward with a low, wordless yell and Sam only barely manages to snag him back by the wrist.

“Watch it, Q,” Sam mutters, looking closer. Sure enough, there’s a faint, reddish haze rising from Dream’s body, only barely visible, interspersed with some lighter blue wisps. Strength and Speed. “He’s got potions.”

“Outmatched, aren’t we?” Dream cocks his head to the side, a tight-lipped smile visible under the hood’s shadow. “What a shame. I was hoping for a good fight.”

Quackity curses at him, loudly, but mullishly stays in place instead of lashing out like earlier, and Sam hisses a small sigh of relief. He looks back over at Dream - under the sun, he looks worse than ever, armor doing little to hide the gaunt edge of his face, limbs skinny and shaking. His hands tremble, wrists kept close together, as he continues to move the thing within them from hand to hand, small and grey and smooth from what he can tell in flashes between scarred and calloused fingers. He’s still favoring his left side slightly, but his eyes are cold and clear as they follow his every movement, clearly lucid and intelligent. Unfortunately for them, Dream is the best of fighters at the worst of times, and he has no doubt that with potions on his side and themselves relatively unprepared for battle, any fight with him won’t go particularly well.

Negotiation it is, then. “Why are you here, Dream?” If they stall long enough, then the rest of the server can come to back them up, and then even Dream won’t be able to fight back for long. He and Quackity can figure out what to do with him once he’s safely back under their control - for now, they have to play things safe. He pulls out his communicator carefully with one hand, trying to avoid drawing attention to his movements. “I doubt you’re here for a housewarming visit.”

Dream waves his hand slightly. “Something like that-” he bares his teeth in a small smile. “How about a housewarming gift, instead?”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Quackity bites, aggressive in a way that speaks of how threatened he feels, and the pit in Sam’s stomach only grows. Dream’s eye seems to glow as he turns and presses his hands to the nearby wall; when he pulls them back, there’s a stone button fastened on the quartz.

“Say, Quackity,” Dream’s voice is too light to be anything but forced levity, rolling his shoulders back to try and hide the way his entire body has begun to shake even more violently than before. “How much TNT do you suppose it took for Wilbur to blow up L’manburg?”

Sam gasps, low and harsh through his teeth, a quiet, breathless no falling from his lips. Quackity’s head shakes, eyes widening in fury and denial.

“No- no what the fuck did you do- Dream what the absolute fuck did you do-”

“Eleven stacks of TNT, to blow up that country to kingdom come.” Dream laughs, directing his wild, manic expression to look them in the eye. “The amount of TNT hooked up to this thing is ten times that.”

“You’re a liar-” Quackity rushes forward, sword raised, “I’m going to fucking kill you-”

Sam grabs him, again, ignoring his yells to look at Dream, who’s still standing, seemingly unruffled, one hand hovering over the button that’ll spell doom for them all.

“That’ll kill all of us,” he tries to reason, panic clawing up his lungs, “You’re on your last life. You can’t-”

“And what, Warden, makes you think I give a single goddamn fuck about that?” Dream’s voice cracks, slightly, and for a moment Sam almost thinks he’ll break, that he can press the point until the other backs down - but Dream is nothing if not stubborn, and within seconds he’s composed himself again, looking at them with a determined set to his jaw that Sam recognizes well enough from Quackity’s visits to know that he won’t back down. “Everyone else is far away from here. I made sure of that. It’s just you, and Quackity, and me, and I’m pressing this button if it’s the last thing I do. Call it a parting shot, will you?”

Sam pulls at Quackity, wrist still locked in his grip. “Q, we have to leave.”

“I’m not letting him destroy this place Sam, are you out of your fucking mind? This- Las Nevadas- it’s everything- I’m not letting him take this place from me not again-”

“He’s going to kill us all, Quackity,” he throws a water bucket at his feet, charging up his trident. The sign taunts him at the edges of the city borders, far too far away for any of them to even hope to reach. “We have to go now-”

“Say your goodbyes,” Dream taunts, and there’s a quiet click. Sam smells the faint, smoky smell of redstone being activated, hears a hum growing in volume from the ground beneath him. He looks over to Dream, who has a hand pressing the button to the wall, fever-bright eyes wide and wet as he stares at his own hand before shutting them with a soft, almost serene smile. “And see you in hell.”

The world goes white.

[Dream was blown up by Dream.]

[Quackity was blown up by Dream.]

[awesamdude was blown up by Dream.]

#-> my writing #my writing :D #my asks !! #-> my asks #tw torture #tw abuse #tw injuries #tw suicide #tw murder #tw explosion #tw death #tw violence #tw emotional distress #prison arc #pandora's vault

[sunatooru]

Hi🥰i loved your blog! Can i request a headcanon for Asahi, Nishinoya and Kageyama (and maybe Aone if it's not too much) with a secret admirer who leaves chocolates and sweets (milk for kageyama) and cute notes to their desk like "don't forget to drink water today" "you look so cute today" "you make my heart go boom boom" or "Don't mind! You can work harder for the next match, i trust you!" if they lose a match. But somehow they never can caught her? Thank you!!!

Thank youuu xx I had to cut some parts so Tumblr could let me post it haha

Asahi

* You'd seen him around school before, I mean with his height it was hard to miss

* He seem so mature as if he had his life together, you thought he was cute but nothing worth acting upon

* Then one day he was standing at you classroom door stuttering as he ask if he could borrow spare notebooks

* You watched how he always had a soft yet nervous smile, how as intimidating as he seemed he was just a soft boy who didn't want to let others down

* When you heard about how all his spikes were getting shut down against Dateko, you took it into your hands to hold him up

* You would wake up a few minutes early to buy some treats to give to him

* You waited about 5 seconds at his desk before you chickened out and wrote down a quick notes next to the small tray of chocolate

* Cue panic 'Someone left their things on my desk' 'omg what if this was for someone else but got our desks confused' Yeah heart was pumping

* When he finally opened the letter he was shocked

* "Don't mind! All your spikes will make it next time, Ace x"

* But he didn't go back to the club so You would leave something every day

* "I'm sure you'll play again one day x"

* "You hair has gotten so long, it suits you x"

* He once saw you leave his classroom but didn't add the two as he nervously avoided your gaze

* And then the day finally arrives where he played once again

* "I told you, you're my ace! x"

* He's blushing hard at this. He kept all your notes, keeps one on him whenever he need reassurance

* And this time he writes something back

* "I hope to hear your voice one day"

Nishinoya

* The boy is grinning like full on cheeks in pain grinning

* "You're the best libero I've ever seen! You make my heart go boom boom boom"

* I'm telling you right now he's walking with so much suave the whole day

* He's showing off this note to everyoneeee

* Shows his bestie Tanaka and laughs at his friend getting jealous that he didn't receive a note too

* you would pick stuff up after school ( sleep just triumphs anything else ) But also you wanted to add a little touch to it, seeing as you wasn't ready to tell him things face to face

* So now you leave him a couple of lollipops and another note

* "You're very cute when you're happy"

* He looks forward to a note everyday now, he wants to know who you are

* Tried to use some weird tv tricks to uncover clues. Flopped of course

* And then the game against seijoh happened where they lost

* You could see the whole teams mood bring down, especially with Yuu it made your heart break

* The guy who was always lifting everyone up was trying so hard not to break

* You left a note "I know you'll win the next game!""

* He didn't come in that day but that didn't stop you

* "I can't wait to see you play again!"

* "I love how brave you are to receive like that. It's amazing!"

* You motivated him so much

* He couldn't let you down, he needs to be his best if he wants to meet you

* One day he came late and was only met by a note

* "I hope you enjoy this desert, it's actually my favourite"

* Huh? Where is it?

* Did someone take it? He's annoyed, he wanted to eat what you loved

* He sees Tanaka looking guilty

* He's trying to rolling thunder over Tanaka now (don't worry he kept your note safe)

Kageyama

* At first you was intimidated by him, his presence was just huge

* He would usually be alone and he didn't seem phased about it

* You found out he has a milk preference

* He was buying it from the vending machine everyday, you laughed at the boy with such a intimidating face who could become so soft from a simple drink like milk

* You started leaving notes for him and also bought him his milk drink every Monday (you'll be broke if you did everyday)

* "The vending machine is ripping you off! Here's some better and cheaper milk "

* Confused, what do you mean ripping off?

* And then he tasted the drink and fell in love (with the milk)

* "You're very skilled at setting"

* "You're weird quick is so cool!"

* "Don't forget to drink today!"

* Okay he's starting to like you now, he's not sure who to talk to about having a secret admirer (which is something he realised after his sister told him)

* "Kageyama how comes you always have a drink at your desk?" Hinata ask

* "Uhh someone leaves them here"

* "What??? Someone just buys you milk and that's it?"

* "Yeah"

* You accidentally forgot one day and he was really confused

* He was actually a little worried so he decided to leave a note at the end of the day

* "Hello there was no drink today and I hope you are okay. I mean the drink is not that important really but I did miss your note today - Tobio"

* You squealed when you read it

* "Sorry about yesterday! I'm okay and I missed not giving a note too "

* He's smiling as he drinks his milk

Aone

* Protect him at all costs! Please he's so sincere it makes me want to cry at people judging him by his appearance, he's a kind mannered boy and an absolute gentleman (unrelated but important)

* You absolutely adored him. You found him so interesting in how he wasn't a man of many words yet was so kind and respectful to others even if they are initially scared of him

* Your heart actually aches when you hear people speaking about him and how he needs to open up and be more social or else people will leave him (the urge to fight them is real)

* Once you saw him smile when Karasuno's Hinata spike won a game and you vowed to get him to smile like that again

* It started will a short note on his desk accompanied by a small tray of chocolates on a Friday

* "You're instincts as a middle blocker are so sharp! I hope you have a great day today"

* He was a bit hesitant with the gift but whispered a 'thank you' as he shared the chocolates around

* "I hope you like the chocolates. I just wanted to say I think you're very sweet x"

* Aww he's blushing

* He keeps this note. It made him happy so he's keeping it

* "Don't forget to drink water today as it's really hot! x"

* He listened to you, made sure to keep his water near him as you told him

* He now has an allocated section in his room that has all your notes

* He sometimes think about how you would sound like, he really wanted to meet the person who liked him in the way no other had, in the way he has never liked anyone else before

* You once left some food for lunch

* "Happy birthday! This is for you x"

* He was so happy like you took your time to cook for him specifically for his birthday

* Also, unknown to him, you could always know how he reacted to your gifts and notes thanks to your friend taking pictures for you

* You saved his reactions they same way he saved your notes

* One day when you was about to leave your note and gift you saw a wrapped up present

* "Thank you for treating me so kindly - Aone"

* This cutie made you lunch! And not just that, no no no, he bought a little teddy bear keyring!

* So now every time you go to leave something, he has left you something already

* Does he know who you are? No

* Will that stop him from falling for you? No

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #kageyama headcannon #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama x reader #aone drabble #aone x reader #aone headcanons #aone takanobu x reader #asahi x reader #asahi headcanons #asahi azume x reader #nishinoya x you #nishinoya headcanons #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya yu x reader

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: Studio Session

Pairing: Idol! Yoongi x reader  

Warnings: smut, fluff, oral (f) receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks)

Rating: 18 and over

Permanent Tag List: @mochilicious-yoongi​ @heyimtavia​

You grip Yoongi’s hand tightly, leaning into his shoulder as the barrage of camera flashes surround you both. You groan at the thought or tomorrow's headline on Dispatch, whining at how once again another date night is ruined by nosey journalists trying to get front page news.  

You both finally make it safely to the car, Yoongi assisting you into the passenger seat, braving the crowd alone to get to the driver's side. He enters the car in a huff, starting the engine and honking on the horn for the crowd to back away. “I suppose they are happy to get run over.” He grumbles, arm gripping the passenger chair as he veers out the back windshield, backing out of his parking spot slowly. You look over at his stoic expression, wanting but deciding not to ask if he’s ok.

You arrive back at the Hybe building and up to Yoongi’s studio. He plops down in his chair, releasing an aggravated sigh, his fingers typing furiously on his cell phone. He places it down on the panel in front of him, swiveling in his chair to face you. “I’m so sorry jagi. Are you ok?” You look up at him and nod. “I’m fine. Why are you sorry?” He trots forward in his seat, gripping your knee, squeezing gently. “Another date night ruined. I know you're thinking it. I'm sorry, I really though I kept everything under wraps. I have no clue how the fans found out, let alone those journalists. You must hate dating me.” He pouts, looking down at his hand around you knee.

Your eyes widen and you rest your hand on his cheek, lifting his face to meet your gaze. “I love you so much. I don't care about fancy dinners at a fancy restaurant. I much prefer it being just the two of us here in your studio or under a bridge. Why don’t you play me something you’ve been working on?” He chuckles, turning to look at his new setup. “No, I don't want to make tonight about work.” “It’s ok Yoongi. I want to hear what you’re working on. Please.” He takes in a deep breath and trots himself back to his equipment. He opens his laptop and scrolls through his latest works. “This one I’ve been working on recently but I’m not really happy with it. I feel like, its missing something.” He complains from behind the hand covering his mouth.

“Well now you have to let me hear it so I can tell you how horrible it is.” You tease, moving to sit beside him on the desk. He laughs freely, his teeth on display as he clicks play. The track soon filling the room, followed by Yoongi rapping free style. “I’m just fooling around. This isn't the finished product.” He explains. You nod. The track ends quickly. “Play it again.” You nod. He plays it again and you listen more intently now. A sly smirk spreads across your face, a dirty thought entering your mind. You remove your foot from your slide, biting down on your bottom lip when you bring it up to rest on Yoongi’s thigh. He looks down at your roaming foot, swallowing hard when you wriggle your toes against his belt. “I know what's missing.” You whisper. “What’s that?” He inquires, grabbing your ankle to move your foot to the other thigh, spreading you wide so he can sneak a peek under your skirt.  

“Me.” You shrug. Yoongi wheels himself forward, “Is that so?” He questions, reaching behind you and pulling out a small black recorder. He places its beside you on the desk, raising his brows attempting to test your resolve. You simply glide your hand over your thick thigh, lifting your skirt to reveal your blush thong to him. He licks his lips, pressing record on the device before sliding towards you. He lifts your other leg from the floor, forcing you to sit completely on the desk, resting your feet on the arms of his studio chair. Before long, he dips his head between your thighs, shoving your panties to the side.  

He licks your slit with the whole of his tongue, parting your lips with his fingers, to reveal your hardened clit. He wraps his pout around your nub, sucking on it, humming happily when you moan out loud. Your legs fall wide, your hand digging into his hair when he rolls his tongue quickly along your sensitive bud. You moan freely, hoping the small recorder is catching every sensual sound that leaves your mouth. You buck into Yoongi’s face, feeling your walls quake with the threat of your impending orgasm. He moans into your cunt, entering you with two fingers and rubbing along your g-spot. You pant wildly, fucking Yoongi’s face now, your orgasm building quickly. “Yoongiiii-ahhhh.” You cry out, white waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You are a panting mess when you come down from your high. Yoongi licking his lips and fingers, stands, frantically undoing his belt. You look over at the recorder, reaching to stop it. Yoongi stops you sliding it over and shaking his head at you.  

He lowers his pants and underwear just enough to free his fully erect cock, moving forward to kiss you hard. You reach down to stroke his length when it stabs into your belly. Yoongi moans into your mouth, grabbing and squeezing your ass before spinning you around. He lifts your skirt, slapping down on the plump flesh of your bum. He grips and spreads your cheeks to reveal your swollen pussy to him, leaning his hips forward until just his tip enters you. “So, pretty. So, tight.” He whispers, pushing his full length into you now. You both groan at the feeling, Yoongi reaching up to tug your shirt down, your full breast spilling out into his large hands. He begins to thrust into to you hard, teasing and tugging at your pert nipple. “Ah, jagi, you always feel so good around my cock. Tou...touch yourself, I need to feel you cum around my cock.”  

You moan at his neediness, reaching down to rub at your swollen clit. You move your hand faster to keep in rhythm with Yoongi’s desperate thrusts. “Yoongi, so close.” You mewl, feeling your cunt become slicker the closer you get to climax. Yoongi releases a long wild groan, the lurid sounds of your copulating surely turning him on. Your body gooses and your head prickles and soon you feel the buildup of your release. “That’s it jagi, cum for me.” He pants, feeling your walls quiver around him. “Yoongi, Yoongi. I'm cumming!” You cry, rubbing your clit quickly and roughly as Yoongi fucks into you wildly. “Jagi, fuck, that’s it, milk my cock. Fuck, I’m cumming.” “Yes, please fill me up.” Yoongi grunts unabashedly into the studio, his head falling back, then dropping onto your back. His thrust soon slow, although he remains inside of you until his cock soften and falls.  

He reaches under the desk for a box of tissue, yanking a few out and cleaning you up. “I love you.” He whispers, kissing your forehead and then your lips. “I love you too Yoongi.” “I promise, I'm going to figure out how to have the perfect date.” You laugh, pulling him close. “Don't worry about that you silly man.”  

A week later, Yoongi asks you to meet him at a local restaurant. You enter surprised to find it bustling. You move through to the back to find Yoongi sitting in the back with his cap low and mask high. “Wow, incognito much?” You giggle, leaning in to tug his mask down and kiss him. “I promised I would figure something out.” “Will you eat with your mask on?” You tease. He laughs, digging into his bag. He pulls out his headphones, plugging them into his phone and handing them to you. “Here listen to this. I fixed the track.” You place the buds into your ear and Yoongi plays the track from the studio a week before, only this time there is an undertone. You squint to hear what it is, since it's so faint you could miss it. “Play it again.” You instruct. He does as he is told, a smirk planted on his face. You concentrate hard, hearing a faint familiar pant just below the bass. Your eyes widen and you look over at Yoongi, who smiles wide. He tugs the bud from your ear. “You were right jagi, it was missing you.” “You’re such a perve! If your fans hear this...” “Don’t worry jagi, its very faint. Only we know what it is, but I have to say I enjoyed it so much. When do you think you can come back and join me for another studio session?” “Never! You have enough on that one recording, I’m sure.” “I could never have enough of you.” He bites his bottom lip, leaning in to kiss at your neck.  

#bts smut #yoongi smut #suga x reader #suga x you

[sugrbugz]

their reaction to you coming out as trans!! : BOKUTO, KENMA, AKAASHI, OIKAWA, TSUKKI, & ASAHI ♥︎

CW: this covers topics such as gender dysphoria, transphobia, and ignorant parents. please be safe my loves!!

transphobes get the fuck outta here right now

also i’m ftm myself so i’m writing from my own experience! if you want a non binary one or even mtf let me know! ♥︎

BOKUTO

would be so very excited to go clothing shopping with you but also giving you all of his hoodies in the mean time-

would love to show you off as his official boyfriend, would fight transphobic people for you

“hey bo, can we talk?” you asked softly, only causing him to open his arms wide from where he was sitting on your bed. you crawled into his lap like you always did, your hands shaking a bit when your wrapped your arms around his neck. “what’s up little owl!” he smiled wide, flashing you that beautiful smile of his. “it’s sorta serious love..” you mumbled making his smile fall only a bit, it falling completely when you started crying. “lovebug? what’s wrong..you can talk to me baby” he soothed making you nod. “i know we’ve talked about your preferences before and i don’t know where i fall but-“ you hiccuped, trying to figure out how to say it. “i’m transgender..i want to be a boy” you sobbed out, ultimately terrified he’d leave even though you knew he wouldn’t. “no..” he started making you cry only harder, not even three seconds later were calloused fingers there to wipe them, “you are a boy..not want, right baby?” he smiled softly, kissing your nose.

KENMA

his emotions would hurt him first only because he wouldn’t fully understand why you’re so upset

best hair stylist in the game!! he’d do your hair so you don’t have to deal with judgemental old ladies and weird barbers.

would 100000000/10 drop anything hes doing to snuggle you since he knows how much of a bitch dysphoria can be

it actually happened by accident. currently you were in the bathroom, shaky hands on a pair of scissors you’d found in the kitchen. it was one of those moments. you weren’t officially out to anybody, not even your boyfriend just simply out of fear of being disliked. however when kenma came to use the bathroom after doing a five hour livestream her heart almost shattered right then and there. you were too into your head to even notice his presence, snapping back to reality when he took the scissors from you. that’s when the tears started. he was quickly to pull you close, kissing your head. “i think i understand..but if i don’t, please explain..” he whispered softly into your ear. “i-i..” you stuttered, you didn’t even know how to say it. “i’ve been dealing with my gender for awhile and came to the conclusion that im a boy..” you sniff, snuggling into his chest since the comfort felt good. “okay baby, you’re still mine okay?” he spoke so soft it was reassuring. “but come to me instead of butchering your hair, you know damn well i could cut it better. dork.” he winked sitting you down to actually cut your hair properly.

AKAASHI

wasn’t totally surprised even though he is oblivious to most things

he would be so sweet about it??????? he wouldn’t even question you???? just accepting right away

after you were ready to come out? god he would be so overbearing with how supportive he was. “hey have you seen my BOYFRIEND?” or “are you doing okay, pretty boy?” he would do it all the time

he already knew. you’d asked him to pack your laptop in your book bag since you guys were going to study at the library. he usually didn’t snoop and honestly minded his business, but when he saw what he thought was a dildo his curiosity was peaked. you had millions of tabs open, all pertaining to the concept of gender identity. his heart softened sadly, upset by the fact you did this all alone. you came up to check what was taking him so long, face dropping when you saw what was open, “i-i promise i can explain-!” you rush forward but he quickly wraps two arms around you, kissing you softly. “shush. you don’t need to explain.” he smiled, “your preferred name and pronouns my darling?” he hummed in addition, grinning from the blush on your cheeks. “uhm..y/n..and he/him..please..” you whisper making him nod, “i’ve got the cutest boyfriend every yanno that?”

OIKAWA

would make fun of you for a bit until he realized this was actually serious

he would also apologize profusely for doing so.

would go out and buy you 67963334 slacks just to see you in them i know it

“tooru i’m serious!” you’d whimper, genuine tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. that’s when he knew he took it too far. “hey..i was just joking around…does me calling you girlie actually make you uncomfortable? why?” he was confused but then again you couldn’t blame them. you’d told iwa you were trans, hoping to get someway to tell oikawa but there wasn’t much acknowledgment of him at all. “yes..it does” you nodded wiping your eyes. “is it because you’re trans?” all the air in your lungs was knocked out of you at this. “how did you..” you’d ask softly, “i dunno! i’m just really good at this!” he giggled before kissing your head and getting off the couch you two were on. “one minute!” he ran upstairs and about five minutes later came back with all his old clothes he outgrew. “here! ‘ma saved them for donating to relatives but your more important” he hummed making you blush, “tooru you don’t-“ “and what’s your pants size?” “uh-i-“ “it’s okay doesn’t matter we’ll get all of them.” “ALL OF WHAT.” and that’s honestly how the rest of your night went.

TSUKKI

he wasn’t totally surprised but then again he knew how your parents were and would understand your hesitation for coming out

it didn’t really phase him at all. have you seen his gender nonconforming best friend? tsukki wouldn’t care unless you were authentically yourself.

would always give you reassurance, no matter how much you needed.

you’d come to your boyfriends house for the third night this week, his mom more than happy to let you stay. “he’s upstairs!” she’d smile from where she was making dinner. you already knew where to find his room, so coming inside and throwing your bags down casually wasn’t an issue at all. “y/n how many times do i have to tell your messy ass that you don’t put bags in the middle of the-“ he spun in his desk chair to look at you, his face falling the second he saw your face go red and tears streaming down your face. tsukki fucking SUCKED with emotions but he wouldn’t be pathetic and not try. “cmere moonie, what’s wrong” he frowned getting up and sitting on the bed, pulling you down with him. “i told them” you stated simply, his own anxiety kicked in. “and?” he asked, already knowing the answer. “they kicked me out.” you nodded towards the fourish bags you had dropped. “well..fuck them. here you’ll be loved and respected. they don’t deserve you. no one does. now, ill ask mom if we can move in the old dresser from akiterus room..you make yourself comfy. change, take of makeup, whatever it is. here? you’re allowed to be who you are.” and with that he was gone. tsukki may look like an asshole but he tries his best not to be for you.

ASAHI

wouldn’t initially get it, but it would take some explaining and he’d be absolutely on board

would probably smoother you in love and affection for being brave enough to tell him how you’ve been feeling

similar to akaashi he’d be quick to correct those who use incorrect pronouns (unless you tell him not too) while expressing love for his boyfriend

dating asahi had plenty of benefits, most importantly his ability to scare those off who were rude to you. you had come out to him a week ago, he needed some help understanding the process but soon he was very on board and understanding. now you two were eating lunch with noya and tanaka, watching a group of girls who ever now and then looked back at you to laugh and point. you’d just gotten your gender affirming hair cut the night before. you began to feel very self conscious about everything, just slowly tucking yourself into asahi who immediately realized something was wrong. “what’s up babe?” he asked watching you nod towards the group. with that he gently passed you over to noya who was very excited for the hugs he was allowed to give his close friend. needless to say asahi scared the living hell out of those girls. when all was said and done, he took you to the boys bathroom and locked the door. he simply hugged you, rubbing your back while you almost immediately cried. “it’s okay bunny..i’m sorry people can’t mind their own business-not that it’s my fault-i dunno why i apologized-sorry-i-“ he took a deep breath but his nervous rambling had made you giggle. “thank you, you giant teddy bear” you smiled leaning up to give him a nice soft kiss.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima imagine #bokusof hq #asahi headcanons #hq asahi #oikawa x you #oikawa tooru #oikawa imagine #oikawa headcanons #akaashi imagine #akaashi keiji #asahi azumane #kenma hcs #kenma kuzome #hq bokuto #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto koutaro

[fanficshiddles]

My Sweet Rose, Chapter 3 (Last Part)

It took Loki a few days before he was able to get a chance to speak to Rosie again. She kept running from him whenever she saw him, not giving him a chance at all.

In the end, he got fed up of her running from him. So he teleported into her room when he knew she was there, to sort it out.

She looked a bit fearful when he suddenly appeared in her room.

Loki put his hands out to the side. ‘Please, Rose… Rosie. I just want to talk, that’s all.’ He said softly.

Rosie slipped off her bed and moved to the side, a little further away from him.

‘I want, no, I need you to know that I never meant to hurt you. Truly. And you were not just a play toy, I give you my word. You meant, and still do mean, the world to me. It broke my heart every single day that I didn’t return to you.’ Loki said honestly.

Rosie wrapped her arms around herself, she couldn’t look at Loki properly. So kept her eyes on the floor on front of him while she listened.

‘I thought it would be for the best, not coming back to you.’

‘Why… Why didn’t you come back or tell me?’ Rosie asked, being brave and raising her eyes up to look into his for a moment, tears in her eyes again. But she was a little confused to see his eyes looked a little bit teary too.

Perhaps he really wasn’t lying.

‘I found out on that trip back to Asgard that I am… that I am a frost giant, a monster. I was told I was adopted, that I had no idea about previously. I suddenly felt myself spiralling out of control, there was no way I was going to put you in danger. I thought it was best, safest for you that I didn’t return… I see now that it was a mistake, that I should have spoken to you about the situation. Told you who I was. I thought I was doing the right thing by you, Rosie. I truly thought I was.’

Rosie wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

‘Why… Why should I believe you? I was… I was in love with you, I trusted you. And you broke that.’ Her lower lip was quivering as she spoke.

Loki nodded and looked down. ‘I am truly sorry. It is breaking me to see you so upset, knowing what I did to you. I never meant to…’ He turned to the door, to leave her alone. ‘I want you to know, there wasn’t a day that went by where I didn’t think of you… Rose.’ He said softly before leaving.

Rosie felt her heart breaking all over again.

-

Later that day, Rosie bumped into Thor on her way to the lab.

‘Rosie… If I may have a word, I only need a minute of your time.’ He said politely.

She nodded and stopped in her tracks to see what he wanted to say. Thor could see how upset she was, it was evident on her face that she had barely slept since Loki appeared at the tower.

‘Loki spoke about you so fondly, he was madly in love with you… He still does love you. He never stopped. He really did think he was saving you, from himself. He went down a dark path, one that I didn’t think we could pull him from.’ Thor said regretfully.

Rosie shifted nervously on her feet.

‘He isn’t lying to you now, I promise you that. He is beating himself up about it, knowing what pain and harm he caused you for not just speaking to you. He thought it was best to stay away, but he realises now how wrong that was.’

She looked down with a sigh, she knew Thor wouldn’t lie. It wasn’t in his nature. But realising that Loki was telling the truth, she wasn’t really sure what to make of that information.

Thor let her carry on to the lab to do her work, she didn’t bump into Loki at all that day. Which she was rather glad of, because it gave her time to think.

The following day, she went to the kitchen in the morning to find Loki.

His face lit up a little when she approached him, actually seeking him out.

‘I… I believe you. I believe that you thought you were doing what you thought was best for me… Like you always did, you always looked out for me and did what was best. But you did get it wrong this time.’ She looked down and she nervously fiddled with her hands. ‘I don’t know if I will be able to forgive you for it, but I don’t… I don’t hate you. I never could. I understand why, though it doesn’t make it any less hurtful.’

Loki nodded and he wanted nothing more than to grab her hands in his, but he refrained from touching her. Knowing it probably wasn’t the best thing to do.

‘Thank you, Rose. That’s all I can ask for, I know. Though I do hope we can maybe be friends, in time? But I don’t want you to be uncomfortable here, it’s your home and work. I can leave, if that’s what you would prefer.’ Loki offered, surprising her slightly.

‘No… No, it’s ok… I did think I would need to leave, but I… I think it will be ok.’ She took a deep breath. ‘I’ll see you around… Loki.’ She gave him a very small smile, which made Loki smile a bit too.

It was a step in the right direction.

-

Over the following weeks, Rosie felt a bit better about everything. Herself included. Learning that a God had truly been in love with her was quite the confidence boost, even if it had gone wrong in the end. She understood now though.

She was still a bit nervous and anxious around him, but she wasn’t sure why really. Though their interactions were brief at first. Just hello’s or good morning’s. Then Loki started making her hot chocolate in the mornings, just the way she used to like it. With a marshmallow on top.

‘Thanks.’ She said shyly when he handed her a mug in the morning with a smile.

‘You’re welcome, darling.’ He smiled at her brightly.

He was glad to see she was looking better too, not tired or as scared of him. Though he could tell she was tired in another way, tired of being an adult and looking after herself. He had seen it before, when she was busy with work and hadn’t been able to go into little space for a while…

He wished he could allow her that relief, to go into little space with him. But he knew that would likely never happen again. Which broke his heart.

Over time, he couldn’t help himself from getting a bit protective over her. Old habits appearing.

She was cooking dinner one night, had offered to for everyone. She was using a sharp knife to cut up some vegetables when Loki walked in and saw her.

‘Let me do that for you.’ He said swiftly and rushed over to take the knife from her before she could argue. She tried to ignore the tingling she felt when his fingers had brushed against hers.

Another time, it was almost midnight and Loki had gone to get a snack from the kitchen when he spotted a light on in one of the offices. Popping his head round the door, he saw Rosie was still up doing some work.

He walked in and with a firm voice started telling her off. ‘You should be in bed, it’s way past your…’ He trailed off, eyes widening as he realised he had no right to be telling her what to do.  

She looked surprised and a little sheepish. Part of her wanted him to finish, to put her to bed. But she tried to push that feeling way down.

‘Sorry…’ Loki shook his head and rushed out of the room quickly.

-

One afternoon, there was a mad rush in the tower when Bruce had turned into the Hulk by accident, causing destruction and chaos as everyone ran around screaming trying to get out of the way, while Natasha tried to calm him down.

Rosie had gotten caught up with some SHIELD officers charging past her, knocking her to the floor.

‘ROSE!’ Loki shouted and rushed over to her, he had been looking for her during the panic to make sure she was safe. Seeing her being knocked to the floor panicked him.

‘I’m ok.’ She said as she sat up. But before she could get herself up, Loki had already put his arms around her and lifted her up to her feet.

‘You’re bleeding.’ He commented as he picked up her hand, she had a cut on the side of her wrist.

‘It’s just a scratch, it’s ok.’ She said quietly.

Loki put his arm around her waist and led her into the nearest room, away from the hustle and bustle. He sat her down on a chair and knelt on front of her, inspecting her wrist.

‘Honestly, it’s fine. Just a scratch.’ She said again, trying to pull her hand away, but Loki wouldn’t let her.

He conjured up a plaster and some soothing cream. Her heart started beating a little faster when he applied the cream gently and then put the plaster on.

‘Any other injuries? Are you sore anywhere else, that was quite a fall?’ He asked, concern etched all over his face as he inspected her arms and hands closely, then looked into her eyes.

‘I’m… I’m fine… Thank you… Loki.’ She stammered out, her skittish eyes never quite landing on his.

Once he was sure she was ok, he let her go and walked her back to her room safely. She was shaking when she got inside, not because of Hulk or being knocked over, but because of how close she felt to falling into little space with Loki.

There was the deep longing within her, just wanting him to look after her again, like he used to. His natural Daddy instincts was bursting out, though she could tell he was trying to contain it.

Though she was terrified of being left again

-

That night, Loki was sitting up in bed reading. It was getting late, but he just couldn’t sleep. He was really antsy because there was thunder and lightning outside, he knew how scared Rosie was of thunderstorms. And this was a particularly bad one.

He wanted nothing more than to go to her room and comfort her, or just make sure she was ok. But he knew he had no right to do that anymore.

Though he was confused when there was a timid knock on his door.

Slipping out of bed, he had some leather trousers materialise onto him as he crossed the room, so he wasn’t answering naked. When he opened the door, his heart utterly collapsed at the sight.

It was Rosie. Rose. His sweet Rose. She was wearing cute kitten pyjamas that he had gifted her before, and she was clutching a stuffed toy dog to her chest tightly. She looked scared, and he knew instantly that she was in little space. Her eyes were watery, she had been crying.

‘I… I’m… scared…’ She said shakily.

Loki had barely opened his arms to her when she rushed forward into him. He put his arms around her and held her tightly to his body, then he lifted her up and squeezed her even harder as he pressed his face into her hair, breathing in deeply.

She wrapped her legs around him and hid her face into the crook of his neck. She was trembling a bit, but it was slowly easing as he carried her over to his bed.

‘It’s ok, my little one. You’re safe with me, I promise.’ He said softly and got into bed, curling her up on his lap safely.

She kept hugging into him, jumping whenever there was a rumble of thunder.

‘Shhh, shhh. It’s ok, my sweet Rose.’ He hummed gently and slid his hand under her top to stroke her back soothingly, making her melt and feel safe.

‘You’re safe with Daddy. And I promise, I am never going to let you down again.’

#Loki #Tom Hiddleston #Loki x OFC #Loki x original female character #loki fic #fan fiction #my sweet rose

[paisley-print]

9:00pm / A Better Wife Than Most

About: The night of Emily and Jack’s Anniversary 

Warnings: Marriage problems, infidelity, alcohol, grief.  

Rating: 18+

Characters: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Note: AHH ALMOST DONE 

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“He’s where? Alright, I’ll be right over. Thanks.” You hung up the phone with a heavy sigh and pulled back the covers, making for the closet to wrangle on the pair of jeans you had been wearing earlier. 

-

The woman working reception recognized you immediately; it was a small town after all. She had you fill out some paperwork and take a seat in one of the hard wooden chairs. You had never been inside of a police precinct until that evening. It was scary almost, the utter silence that filled the place. 

You stood as the sheriff came in; he was an older man with greying hair. When the bakery was still up and running, he used to come in often and get breakfast and a coffee before work. He was a nice man and a step up from the one who retired a year before. 

He took his hat off as he approached you. “I sure am sorry to call so late Mrs. Daniels.”

“No apologies necessary,” you said waving him away, “thank you for picking him up. I appreciate it. He’s okay?”

The man drew in a breath, fingers tapping against the velvet of his hat, as if he had more to say, but felt awkward approaching the subject. “He’s fine, ma’am, just a bit too much to drink. We found him sleeping in the cemetery up near the railroad.”

You knew it was their anniversary tonight, but Jack had never done anything like this within the span of time you’d been together. Despite yourself, you were embarrassed. What the fuck was he thinking? After a moment of reflection, you let your feelings go and allowed empathy to take over. It had been a hard year for you both; he was still dealing with a lot of trauma. Maybe this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. 

 “I see,” you said, nodding slowly, then added, “Well, thank you for picking him up.”

The sheriff hesitated again, rocking on his heels a little. “He’s safe here, you know, for the night, I mean. You can always pick him up in the morning if that’s what you prefer.”

Your brows knit “is he being charged with something?”

“No, no, nothing like that, ma’am. I just know he’s not in the best state of mind. Mix that with alcohol. Some men get rowdy. If you’re comfortable picking him up tonight, then by all means, if not we’ll just tell him to call you tomorrow.”

You didn’t like what the sheriff was inferring, even if it was out of genuine concern. Your husband was a lot of things, but never abusive. He wasn’t some drunkard that beat his wife; he was grieving, and he needed help. 

“I think I’d better take him home with me. He has a bad back - can’t imagine what a hangover and night of sleeping on steel would do to it.”

The sheriff laughed. “Well, you are a better wife than most. You’d be surprised how many men walk home after a night spent here. Right this way.” He said, then started to lead you into the back. 

The sight before you made your heart break, your disheveled cowboy sitting on the bench of the cell, head dropped in quiet contemplation. He looked up when he heard the two of you enter. When your eyes met his, you could see him visibly soften, though there was shame in his features as well. 

The sheriff produced a key from a loop attached to his belt and swung the door open. Jack stood, wincing a little. He gave the sheriff a nod before joining you. You looped an arm around your husband so you could walk with him to the car. Before you left, you glanced behind you to give the sheriff a last look of thanks before stepping into the chilly night. 

“You okay?” you murmured, glancing up at your husband. 

He simply nodded, refusing to meet your gaze. 

-

The car ride back was silent, just the two of you staring at the seemingly endless stretch of black asphalt that unfolded before you. 

“I’m sorry,” he rasped out.  

You reached up to scratch the back of your neck. “About what?”

“Everything,” he shook his head, “being a shitty husband. You always deserved so much fukin’ better.”

“You’re not a shitty husband, Jack. The good shit along with the bad? Remember?”

His speech was slow, southern drawl becoming more pronounced. “Every chance I get, I miss the mark with you. I should have never led you on like this.”

The sentence struck you as odd “what does that mean?”

He paused and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I know you kissed him, I saw. I’m sorry.”

Your grip tightened on the wheel. That was a week ago. Why was he bringing it up now? If he knew, why didn’t he just confront you before? And why wasn’t he upset? After the night at the lake, he pulled away from you again, leaving you more confused than ever. You did have some part to play in that though; you felt yourself withdrawing from him too in the last few weeks. Instead of fixing things like you had hoped, that night made things more awkward. You shouldn’t have slept with him. You were stupid for doing that. Stupid for a lot of things you did in the past few weeks. Sometimes it felt as if you didn’t recognize yourself anymore. 

Your voice barely above a whisper, “Jack- I”

“Does he make you happy?”

The turn to your driveway was only about twenty feet ahead of you, you had to stop short in order to make it. “Jackson, please. We both had a rough night. Why don’t we talk about this in the morning when your head is clear and I don’t feel like I’m about to fall asleep at the wheel.”

“You deserve to be happy.” 

“I am happy Jack. I’m very happy. The kiss, it was. It was a mistake. It meant nothing, and I regretted it immediately. I haven’t even spoken to him since.’’ you were unsure whether you believe it to be true yourself. “It was a bad year, but it’s almost over. We have the next one to look forward to too.”

“You are one of the very best things to ever happen to me” there was a sincerity in his eyes that struck you so hard, it rendered you speechless. You never thought you would see the day that Jackson Henry Daniels would say something like that…. and mean it. 

You shook your head, looking for the words. “What did you do?”

His brown eyes were full of sadness as they watched you. “You know I love you, right?”

 “I know.”

“So much.”

“I know.”

He lifted a hand, fingers just ghosting over your cheek in order to push a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ll always love you and I don’t regret a moment of this. And I’m so fuckin’ proud of you. Please remember that.”

“I love you too….” as you looked at him you were unable to hide the concern on your face. “You’re scaring me Jack”

He took your hand gently in his, “I didn’t mean to scare you darlin’”

“Not like that, I mean… why does it feel…” the words you were looking for were, why did it feel like something has died? But, of course, you were not brave enough to ask that question. “Can we talk about this in the morning?”

He nodded, and you continued on down the driveway with the knowledge that there would be no conversation in the morning. The two of you would return to wallow in the deafening silence that had become normal in your home. At least tonight you could run him a warm bath, lay out some clothes for him and fall asleep with the knowledge he was safe beside you and not out in the cold. Sometimes life was about making do with what you had and tonight you would be content with so little. 

#Jack Daniels x you #Whiskey x you #Agent whiskey x Reader #Agent whiskey x you #Agent whiskey fanfic #Kingsmen Fanfiction #Kingsmen Fanfic #Pedro fanfic #Pedro Pascal fanfic #Pedro Pascal Fanfiction

[monicashipslokius]

Soulmates, Actually Pt 3

(read Part 1/Part 2)

Soulmates protect each other.

Loki paces the length of the small bathroom, turning after only two steps. On each turn they catch sight of themself in the mirror, as hard as they try not to. They don’t want to see the cowardice marring their own features. They don’t want to face themself, knowing they are standing here in relative safety at the cost of their soulmate’s.

Through the thin walls, Loki hears another pound on the front door. Mobius calls out, “I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Loki stops pacing and presses their ear to the bathroom door, straining to hear outside of it.

After the creak of a door opening, Mobius says, “Can I help you?”

“Are you Mobius M. Mobius?” Thor has a weakness for Midgard and its people. Even as he speaks to Mobius now, his voice isn’t quite as booming as Loki is accustomed to.

“That’s me. Are you selling something?”

“I...? No. May I enter?”

“I’d prefer if you didn’t. I’m kind of busy, you know?”

“I see,” Thor says. “Wait! I’m looking for someone.”

“Sorry,” Mobius says. The door creaks again, loud, like it tried to close but was blocked by a hard shoulder.

“I must insist,” Thor says, and there’s the booming authority Loki expected. Heavy footfalls step into the apartment. Loki instinctively leans away from the bathroom door. “Do you live here, or is this a closet?”

“Hey, why does everyone think that,” Mobius says, his following footsteps much softer. “My apartment is not that small.”

“It is,” Thor says, blunt as ever, though perhaps his own time on Midgard changed him a small amount, because he immediately adds, “But... nice. Very... brown.” A long, awkward pause. “Seeing this... I feel apologies are in order. I cannot imagine Loki hiding here.”

Loki knows that their usual love of decadent flair is what’s saving them now, but the words still sting. It’s one thing for them to think disparagingly about their new home. It is entirely another for someone else to speak badly of it. Even Thor.

Maybe especially Thor.

“It seems silly now,” Thor says. “I had heard you are their soulmate.”

“It doesn’t seem all that silly,” Mobius says, voice much softer.

“I mean no offense,” Thor says. “Only that you are not their type.”

“Oh? Too old?”

Thor laughs. “Too human. But consider yourself lucky, friend."

"I don't know, I'd think it'd be okay to be the soulmate of a god."

"Not this god," Thor says, and that familiar self-hatred claws at Loki's ribcage from the inside out. They place their hand over their chest, physically pressing down on the feeling, but it does not stop.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Mobius clips his words short.

Loki braces themself as Thor continues, "They never stay with anyone for long. They haven’t met a person yet who could hold their interest.”

“Maybe they just hadn’t met the right person,” Mobius says, stronger.

"Right people tend not to hang around my brother. You may have noticed that they are..." Thor pauses and Loki holds their breath. "A villain." Thor, at least, sounds pained to say it, though that is little comfort for Loki.

The word shouldn't hurt them. It is true. Despite their glorious purpose, they will never be seen as a hero, but only ever as the one who stands in the hero's way.

“Or instead," Mobius says, stronger still. Irritation oozes from his words. "Maybe they got so used to being seen as a villain that they started to think that’s all they are.”

The scratching in Loki's chest slows until it ceases entirely. Mobius.

But the calming effect of Mobius's defensive fury does not linger.

Thor holds his tongue a moment, and in that moment, a thick dread buds in the pit of Loki’s stomach. Thor may be oblivious at times, but he is not totally obtuse. And Mobius is angry enough for even him to take notice.

“Have you seen Loki, Mobius M. Mobius?”

“I think you should leave now,” Mobius says.

“So it’s true?” Thor asks, like he still doesn’t believe it. “You are Loki’s soulmate?”

“You don’t have to say it like that.”

“They must be deceiving you. Tell me where they are, and I will take them back to Asgard. Then you will be safe.”

“Loki’s not going anywhere with you,” Mobius says, stupidly brave. Stupidly perfect.

Outside a storm brews. Thunder rumbles the walls, as loud as Thor’s voice. “Do not stand in my way, Mobius M. Mobius.”

“No, you don’t get to order me around,” Mobius says. “You barge into my home and try to kidnap my soulmate. You didn’t even do it at a reasonable hour. We were asleep!”

“I am a god.” Lightning cracks outside the window, the light so bright, it flashes under the door of the bathroom. “You are a human.”

Mobius huffs out a breath. “I’m not giving them up. You’ll just have to kill me.”

Every nerve in Loki’s body, every pulse in their brain, the very breath in their  lungs - all scream, No!

The bathroom door flies off its hinges from the force of Loki pushing through. Their daggers are in their hands, their armor has replaced their silk pajamas - there is no room for softness here.

Mobius glances behind him from where he’s standing, blocking the bathroom from Thor in the kitchen. “You broke the door,” Mobius says, entirely too calm for a man who was just about to throw his life away.

“We are going to discuss your blatant disregard for your own fragile life,” Loki tells him, stalking forward to Mobius’s side.

“I had it under control,” Mobius says.

Loki sucks in a deep breath to try to tamper down their roaring rage. “No longer will you risk yourself for me.”

“No, sorry, Loki.” Mobius crosses his arms. “You don’t get to boss me around either. I told you, soulmates protect each other. And that’s that.”

“You stupid, brave, impossible man.”

“Dying for you would be worth it.”

“And what am I to do at that point? Hm? Bid your corpse a fond farewell and move along?”

Mobius startles, like he hadn’t thought ahead that far. “Yeah, I guess.”

If Loki wasn’t holding daggers, they would grip him by the shoulders and shake him. “You have no idea what you are to me. You have no perception of how long I have waited for you. For us. For this tiny little room. For everything we shared last night. And all that we will share.”

Mobius’s eyes widen. “Loki -”

“No, Mobius. You will not be throwing your life away. Not now. Not ever. Not while I have strength enough to hold a blade.”

Mobius blinks. The surprise on his face lasts a moment longer, then softens entirely into fondness. “Let’s go to the store later. Buy some stuff. Spruce this place up a little. We can get a plant or two. And maybe a new bathroom door.”

Loki exhales, and the harshest of their anger slips away. “Only if we also buy you new clothes.”

“Hey, what’s wrong with my clothes?” Mobius is smiling now.

Loki almost mirrors it. Until he remembers their thunderous brother occupying the entire minuscule kitchen. Thor seems to lack his usual righteousness. Instead, he looks between Loki and Mobius like he has no idea what to make of them. His mouth hangs open but no sound comes out.

A moment, Thor tries, “Brother, you...” He closes his mouth. Opens it. “You... actually care for this little man?”

Loki’s answer comes easier than even they expected, “Yes.”

“I’m not that little,” Mobius says.

Outside the storm clears away and starlight returns. Inside, Thor lowers his hammer to his side, no longer holding it ready to fight. He stares at Loki for a long moment. “We thought you were dead. We mourned you.”

Loki’s impulse is to argue. They aren’t yet numb to the pain of Odin’s deception. Of Loki’s own monstrous truth.

But instead of drudging forward that pain, Loki draws strength from Mobius beside them. From the comfort of their home. From the promise of buying new drapes and bed sheets.

“I’m not going back,” Loki says, hating the way their voice cracks. Mobius inches closer to their side, and they stand taller.

“You cannot rule Midgard,” Thor says.

Loki glances at Mobius, who gives them a soft smile.

“Mostly,” Loki says, “I want to buy drapes.”

Mobius’s smile widens, and he dips his head, as if to hide it. Loki loses themself in the sight of such softness and warmth, until they remember their brother again.

Thor watches them, his confusion palpable. “This is not at all as father said it was.”

Loki tenses at the mention of Odin.

“A lot’s different since yesterday,” Mobius says. “Dubuque can really change a person, you know?” Mobius winks at Loki, and a fresh wave of comfort rolls through them.

“Yes,” Loki says. “Dubuque.”

“Perhaps I could return without you,” Thor says, confusion shifting gradually into something more sure. “If you hand over the tesseract.”

Loki pointedly refrains from glancing at the coat closet. As, to Loki’s surprise, does Mobius. Surely he had seen them place the scepter within. Surely he could parse together what the tesseract could be.

“You wouldn’t need it to buy drapes.” Thor’s grip tightens on the handle of Mjolnir, but he does not yet raise it again.

Loki’s body tenses like a bowstring. There is no way out of this then, without a fight. “You have no comprehension of its power, brother. Of what I could have, what I could achieve with it in my possession. With what I’ve been promised.”

“Promised?” Thor asks. “Promised by who?”

A chill creeps over Loki’s skin, inch by slow inch. They think of the creatures that invade their mind, that found them when they fell from the Bifrost.

You could have this, they whisper, even now. You are nothing without this.

“Loki?” Mobius whispers. “Are you okay?”

Shaking their mind free from the dark grasp, Loki thoughts travel instead to those same creatures wrapping Mobius in their viciousness. Tearing him down. Exploiting his deepest vulnerabilities.

The cold runs deep, all consuming.

With the tesseract still in Loki’s possession, maybe they could protect Mobius. Or, the opposite. Maybe those creatures will never stop hunting them until Loki finally does as they command.

When it was Loki alone, forgotten and fallen, following the icy commands was no question, when both vengeance and a crown were promised.

But Loki is no longer alone.

To Loki’s surprise, concern covers Thor’s face as well, and he has taken a step closer, hand half-lifted, as if in a halted attempt to reach out to them.

“The tesseract will not bring you happiness, Loki,” Thor says, and motions toward Mobius. “Not in the way your soulmate can. You must make a choice.”

“They don’t have to chose,” Mobius says. “I’m staying with them, regardless of what they want to do.”

“But they must,” Thor tells him. “I will be leaving here with either Loki or the tesseract. I’d prefer to do it without a fight.”

Mobius takes a step forward. “I already told you, Loki isn’t going anywhere.”

“If forced, I will take you both to Asgard,” Thor says.

Loki thinks of Mobius standing before Odin, of all the brave, protective things he would say to the All-Father in Loki’s defense. And Loki thinks of how fast Odin would cut him down, Loki’s soulmate or not.

“No,” Loki says.

Soulmates protect each other.

Loki disappears their daggers, then goes to the closet and draws open the door. They reach through Mobius’s brown suits and retrieve the scepter. It’s cold in their hand.

They could grab Mobius and teleport away. Together, they could go anywhere. Thor would need time to track them down. But they’d have to keep running. They’d never be able to stop.

Loki thinks of Mobius, sweating in the desert. Humans are weak, fragile things. Mobius would not be able to sustain that kind of life.

The scepter, the creatures, whisper to Loki, He will die anyway. Why shouldn't you have more?

"All my life, I’ve been in your shadow,” Loki says to Thor. Thor lifts his hammer, readying for the fight to come. “This is my chance to carve my own path. To find my own throne. The Midgardians are hapless. They are in desperate need of a ruler.”

Loki looks at Mobius and finds him watching Thor, body tense like he intends to jump in the way if Thor were to attack. He will die anyway.

“There is no happiness in the promise of a throne, Loki.” Thor frowns, and after a brief, sideways glance at Mobius, his eyes turn sad. “We have waited the same for a soulmate. You have found yours, while I am still waiting. I ask you, who lives in envy of who?”

A new feeling twists inside Loki - something like... pity? For Thor? No. Impossible. Thor has had a life filled with all of his whims being catered to. Ever the favorite. The favored.

Yet.

Thor has no Mobius of his own.

He will die anyway. But. Not yet. Not yet.

“To be honest,” Mobius says, drawing Loki’s attention. “Humans are kind of a drag. We fight all the time, can’t agree on anything. I know that’s half why you think you can fix it all, but really, it sounds like a bigger headache than it’s worth.” He shrugs. “You and I, we’ll do whatever you want. I’ve got your back 100%. But... if you were King of Earth, do you get any vacation days? Cause I got some places I really want to take you.”

Looking at Mobius, hearing his words, listening to the steady cadence of his voice, Loki warms from the inside out.

“We need to go to the beach. You saw my jetski picture, right?” Mobius turns to Thor. “You ever been on a jetski?”

Thor blinks at him. “...No?”

“You’ll love it. It’s so much fun. Out on the waves, just you and the ocean - with the wind in your hair, and the sun all bright.” Mobius turns his smile back to Loki, and Loki doubts any sunshine could ever be as brilliant as him. “What do you think, Loki?”

The cruel whispers grow dim. Thoughts of, You are nothing without a crown, are replaced with, What worth is a crown without him?

The chill burns away, until the scepter is too cold, too painful to hold.

Loki moves closer to the kitchen. Thor raises his hammer. Mobius hurries forward.

But everyone stops when Loki surrenders the scepter - the tesseract - to Thor. As soon as it is gone from their hand, Loki feels a heavy weight lifted away. The chill leaves entirely, and their mind is silent once more.

“You’ve made the right choice, brother,” Thor says. They lower Mjolnir to the ground to look closer at the scepter.

“Odin will not be pleased when you return without me,” Loki says.

Thor hums. “I will pass along your promise to behave yourself.”

“I made no such promise.” With Loki’s new weightlessness, a small, sly smirk slips onto their lips. It's shaky and unsure, but Thor doesn't mention it.

Thor slides his gaze to Mobius. “I think you will have your hands too full to do otherwise, with how quickly this one throws himself into trouble.” He pitches his voice low. “I like him. He’s small, but brave.”

Pride swells in Loki. They didn’t need Thor’s approval, but having it...

“Mobius M. Mobius!” Thor walks to Mobius and draws him into a tight hug. “Now my brother. I await the day our paths cross again!”

Mobius awkwardly pats him on the back. “Yeah, sure! Sounds great.”

As they break, Loki begins to steer Thor toward the door. Thor looks as if he also wants to wrap Loki in a hug, but thankfully thinks better of it. Instead, he simply says, "We will see each other again."

"We will," Loki says, a promise. And for now, it is enough.

Thor starts forward, when Mobius calls out, “Wait, you forgot your hammer.”

Loki and Thor both turn away from the door, toward the kitchen - where Mobius stands, hand gripping Mjolnir’s handle, holding it up off the ground. He brings it forward and hands it to Thor, who stares at him, mouth agape.

Mobius says, “Surprisingly light?”

Loki bites back a smile. They knew their soulmate was no ordinary mortal.

Thor looks at Mobius like he’s seeing him for the first time. “Only to those who are worthy. You are small in stature, but not in heart, Mobius M. Mobius.”

“Uh, thanks?” Mobius says. Softer, he adds, “I’m really not that small.”

*

When Thor is gone, with the slightly damaged front door bolted behind him, Mobius turns to Loki and says, “Told you I’d get rid of him.”

Loki reaches out, grabs Mobius by the shoulders, and pulls him into their embrace. They do not let go for a long time.

Mobius holds them back, nose tucked into the crook of Loki’s neck and shoulder. “I would have followed you,” he says, voice muffled. “You want to be king? We’d make it happen. You didn’t have to give it up.”

Loki will tell him of the whispers and the cold, of the dark promises made. Later. “Perhaps another time,” they say. “Plenty of life to find a throne of my own.” Though as the words leave them, they know they are only half true. Plenty of time for Loki. No time at all for Mobius. The creatures no longer whisper in Loki's mind but they still hear their mocking, He will die.

“I was thinking we could get a couple chairs while we’re out.”

Loki can’t help and doesn’t stop their grin, even as their heart aches. “See? My fortune is already changing.”

“I’ll buy you the best throne,” Mobius says. “You ever heard of La-Z-Boy?”

Loki closes their eyes, presses their forehead to Mobius's shoulder, and wonders how, with the cruel inevitability of human mortality, they will ever go on without this man.

#i wrote this #lokius #wowki #loki x mobius #fair warning this is pretty long if you pop open the readmore #ao3 link will come tomorrow #thor / #part 3 of 5 #soulmate au #avengers 1 divergence