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invisibleraven · 2 years

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I wish you would write a fic where homeless!Reggie and Luke find out why Julie ran away from home, because I love that verse so much

A follow up to this ficlet here

Luke looked around his parent's place, making sure there was no hint of them having been there. He was sure his mom would know, she always did. But this time, as he locked the door behind him, he debated dropping the keys into the flower pot beside the door. Finally cutting that thread between the life he had now and the one he left behind.

"They won't change the locks or bar the windows and replace you. You're not Peter Pan," Julie said quietly.

"Just lost," Luke commented, but still let the keys go back onto his chain, slipped inside his pocket for safe keeping once more. Taking Julie and Reggie's hands in his, they made they way back towards LA proper, though Luke couldn't help but take one last glance backwards as they did.

Time passed, slowly and all at once. The days were growing colder, and it became harder and harder to get money. making Luke worry. He had survived winter on the streets before. Reggie had gotten really sick the year prior, so he was better prepared. But Julie... she confessed this was the first year out on her own, and she had nothing to protect her from the chill.

After that, every penny they earn that doesn't go towards food is spent assembling Julie a winter wardrobe. Plus getting a few extra things for the boys, cramming everything into a worn duffel that they never let leave their sight.

One night, they are all huddled together, wearing every layer they own, protected from the elements by a cardboard box fort that Reggie cobbled together. It's not the best shelter, but it'll do in a pinch. Luke wishes he had thought to find an oil barrel to make a fire pit though. Though the cops have been wandering the streets, picking on the other homeless in the area claiming the fires are illegal. Anything to put down the put upon.

Luke blinks his eyes open, seeing Julie creeping away, and shakes Reggie, the two of them following her, wondering where she was headed in the middle of the night without telling them.

Julie ends up a cemetery, winding her way through the graves, stopping at one under a large barren willow tree. From beneath her coat she extracts a single flower, a dahlia, and lays it on the grave before bursting into tears.

That's when Luke and Reggie rush in, pulling her into their arms, letting her soak their shoulders in tears as she weeps and sniffles, shaking from the crying and the cold. They whisper their love into her curls, assuring her that they are there, rubbing her back until finally her tears peter out.

Julie sits back, wiping at her eyes. "Thanks," she whispers, then glances back at the grave. "It's my mom's birthday today. She would have been fifty. She died early this year. And I felt... so lost and alone. Like my whole world was ending. I couldn't deal with my grief, and everyone else seemed to be able to move on. Like she was never there, like her loss from our lives was just a thing that happened. So I left."

"I am... so sorry," Luke replies, and Reggie looks so sad and remorseful, squeezing Julie's hand.

"Dahlias were her favourite, mine too" Julie sniffled. "So I stole that one. It's the best I can do for a gift."

"One day," Luke promises, "When my music makes us rich and famous, I'll buy you the biggest house there is and fill it with dahlias if you want."

"A whole field's worth," Reggie adds. "One where we can frolic with our dogs and kids."

Julie giggled at that. "I think we're a ways off from either, but never stop dreaming there carino."

Reggie grinned at her, wide and hopeful. "Do you wanna tell us about her?"

"We'd love to get to know her," Luke added.

"I-I'd like that," Julie replied, then shivered. "Though maybe not here and now, I'm freezing. You think our fort is still there and unoccupied?"

"Always a chance," Reggie said, pulling her up. Luke grabbed their bag and his guitar, shouldering both, and huddling in as they made their way past the monuments.

Their shelter was unfortunately dismantled when they arrived back, so they wandered the streets, stopping at a church that was still lit up, and had always been friendly to them. Julie entered, crossing herself, making her way to the candles, lighting one for her mother. Luke made a clumsy sign, never having been one for religion, only going on major holidays, and lit another candle next to Julie's.

Reggie looked decidedly uncomfortable, and hissed at Julie, "Are you sure it's okay if I do this? The Catholic church doesn't take kindly to Jews, lapsed though I may be."

"It's fine Reg," Julie assured him, and pressed a kiss to his cheek, guiding his trembling fingers to light another candle alongside hers. Luke grinned and kissed Reggie's other cheek, then guided them to a pew, the both of them sitting quietly as Julie murmured a silent prayer.

"Mija?"

Julie's head flew up at that, looking terrified at the older Latino man standing there, looking at her as if she was a ghost. "P-papi..."

Ray Molina rushed forward, gathering a now openly weeping Julie into his arms, the two of them talking quietly in Spanish as Luke and Reggie stood back, decidedly uncomfortable. Until Julie stood, gesturing them to come forward. "Papi, these are my boyfriends, Luke and Reggie. They've been keeping me safe since I left."

"Thank you both so much," Ray said, his voice grateful. "It can't have been easy on you two, out on the streets like that. Well you are family now. Let's get you back to the house, my sister in law will have you full of food before too long. Then we can figure out the best way to move forward."

Reggie took a step forward, eager to go to a warm home, a loving family. But Luke hesitated. He had thought he would be accepted at his home, that his dreams would be supported. But if his mom couldn't love him for who he was, what he wanted, how could some stranger?

"Luke, mi vida, my mom was a musician, my dad will get it, trust me," Julie whispered, pecking a kiss to his nose. "And if you don't want to stay, you don't have to. I'll go with you, you know that."

"We both will," Reggie vowed, pressing his forehead to Luke's temple.

"Julie, I can't ask you to give up your family for me, and Reggie, not your first chance at a loving home."

"You aren't asking," Reggie said.

"We're offering," Julie added. "Let's just go for tonight, and we can decide what to do in the morning."

Luke smiled, brushing away a stay tear and let himself be lead to Ray, and then, towards home.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rukebox #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms

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risingsol · 2 years

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Is there something you really would want to write? What about not wanting to write something?

And What is something or someone you have always wanted to write with? i.e. a particular plot, a character, etc. //Also I promise I didn't forget about our threads! I'll reply to them soon!!

Munday / Accepting

Continuing on from a thread getting more into the traveler’s feelings, I think I would like to sort of memory dive into him. Like we know that he didn’t come from this world and thus has experienced many different things - maybe something where he talks a bit about himself in those other worlds. I think that besides wanting to look for Lumine, the two of them always found some kind of magic in traveling so why not share what bits of magic they found while doing so?

Honestly I’m just open to any and all interactions - but I kinda would like a somewhat hostile thread sometimes LOL. Just one where Aether’s being challenged on something or another - I like that the traveler can harmonize with just about anyone in the story, but I like... conflict sometimes.

#;inquiries ✦ answered asks #;teleporting... ✦ mobile #;behind the veil ✦ mun info #vigilant shadow #//and omg don't even worry - its been so unbelievably hot and you've had a bunch of stuff to deal with #//take as much time as you need!

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brightymir · 2 years

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"𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨"

cw: language, violence, not proofread

genre: 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁

characters: izuku x gn!reader

author's note: you guys... you have all been blessed with fluff for the longest time, it's time for some heavy angst because life is not rainbows and unicorns! hope you enjoy this one! have a wonderful day <3

synopsis: you said you were just going abroad to study, and you'll return someday as a hero, and fight alongside him. you promised that you'll come back as a hero. you promised you'd return. and you don't break promises, right?

— "i'm gonna be one of the strongest hero there are, and take down all the bad guys around!"

your cheerful voice echoed in the playground as izuku laughed and marveled at the way you used your threads and needles. your voice was a sharp reminder to him, that he can only dream of being a hero, that he will never be one.

sensing his sadness and distraught, you turned to him and retreated your threads, sitting beside him in the swing. "hey hey, izuku! did katsuki and the others bully you again?!" you asked him and flexed your fingers, as if to use your threads again.

izuku was quick to reject your thought. "no! no! they didn't! they stopped pulling pranks on me after you... anyways, i'm fine! they stopped bothering me" he scurried to reply and reassure you, making you calm down.

you both sat in silence for a minute, just swinging to the wind and enjoying each other's presence when you brought up the topic you meant to say a week ago, but your nerves kept hindering you from doing so.

"'zuku, i'm actually going to the america to the study until college. i'll return though as a hero! i promise you that!" you said without pause and gave him a large smile, effectively washing away his negative thoughts.

"i'll come back to you as a pro hero, i promise!" you extended your pinky towards him, waiting with hopeful eyes. he froze for a few moments before giving a satsified grunt, reaching out his pinky and locked it with yours, pressing your thumbs together to seal your promise.

"i'll be waiting for you then!"

he'll wait. he knows you won't break your promise.

you won't.

— "deku! go to the northern alley, heroes has been sent there but they're taking too long, provide assistance!"

he did not even waste a milisecond and dashed straight to the place, focusing on the task at hand. he recalled how a total of nine second-tier heroes were sent here exactly seven minutes ago, but they gave no report back.

he was met with a building that was rugged and almost reduced to a pile of rubble. he disregarded finding the villain but focused instead of evacuating and finding the other heroes.

too engrossed in his task, he barely had a second to feel the attack coming from behind. he jumped out of the way and put some distance between himself and the perpetrator.

but he wasn't able to get any rest, as another attack came from above, this time, he managed to catch on while maneuvering himself away.

huh? threads?

before he can register and process the enemy's weapon, attacks came from all sides, threaded needles attacking him with no relent and not giving him a chance to catch his breath nor to prepare an attack.

seconds later, he felt piercing pain from his joints, and he fell to his knees, unable to move a muscle.

this can't be. is the enemy's quirk capable of paralyzing someone just by pricking them with needles?

wait, that quirk sounds similar.

he tried to recall where he had seen this quirk but before he could even come up with ideas, he was met with a pair of eyes staring at him. and he felt a surge of surprise and joy flow through him

"y/n?! wh-when did you g-get back!? did they capture you too?!" he asked without stopping, emerald eyes peering up into yours, filled with hope and adoration and longing.

you did not reply, instead, thread came from your fingertips and made their way around izuku's body, creating knots at his chest, waist, arms and ankles, locking him in place.

this made him look at you confusedly, hurt and horror evident on his face. you looked away, speaking into your bluetooth device. "deku has been caught" you said with a gruff voice, sitting on the ground across him. and he could swear he heard toga himiko's voice from your earpiece.

"y/n-chan... what is this? why... how..." he trailed off as he became overwhelmed with the thoughts running through his mind. he tried to channel one for all but there was nothing in him. your threaded needles are still deep into his joints, paralyzing him as you please.

you looked at him with uninterested eyes, "shut up" you replied and looked away. you can't bear to look at the teary boy across you.

"you said you'd come back!"

"i did, i'm here now, aren't i?"

"as a hero! you said you'd come back as a hero!" he said, voice laced with pain and sadness. how did his childhood friend turn out like this?

"..."

"YOU PROMISED!" izuku still argued.

"we were children" but you did not want to relent.

"BUT YOU STILL PROMISED!!!"

"promises are just false hopes, meant to be bro-" you were cut off as izuku began to attack you, finding a way to fight off your needles implanted in his joints.

one attack after the other, your needles poking and penetrating his clothing everywhere. but his power was formidable, forcing you back into a corner.

what? who is this? this was not your quirkless friend that you left years ago. where did his power come from?

though pained, izuku attacked you as soon as he saw an opening. you snickered, holding him back with your long range attacks. he's powerful, but his attacks take up too much energy and stamina, and this would end in his defeat as long as you can buy time.

but it pained you too.

you were the one who shielded him from those bullies all those years ago.

you stood in front of him and held out a hand for him.

you treated his wounds and comforted him when his thoughts were eating him alive.

so why're you doing the opposite now? why are you wounding him? hurting him? why are you the spear that attacks him when you should be a shield that protects him?

"YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED AFTER ALL THESE YEARS! YOU'RE STILL WEAK!" you screamed as you jumped from place to place, evading his attacks as you dug your needles deeper into his joints.

"..." he did not reply, though you see the tears ever so subtly escape his eyes. but as expected, his attacks grew in power though his speed evidently reduced.

"deku, just give up. you're not meant to be a hero!" this made him stop in his tracks. and though you were wary of him, he had no attacks for the next moments and your eyes traveled to your fingertips, which were purple and bleeding from the amount of needles and threads it let out.

when you were about to capture him from behind, you felt an enormous presence from behind you.

shit! the other heroes! your quirk wore off of them!

but you couldn't risk letting go of deku, and even if you did, it would be futile as the combined power and expertise of the other heroes pinned you to the ground.

you tried fighting back and using your quirk but to no avail. to your left, you saw a figure clad in black approach midoriya while keeping his bloodshot eyes on you. this must be eraserhead.

laying on the ground, the fatigue finally got to you. as you fell into deep slumber.

waking up to the scent of disinfectant, you shielded your eyes from the white ceiling. you could make out the furniture in the hospital room, and the green haired boy beside you.

"y/n-san, how are you feeling?" you whipped your head towards his direction, seeing his bruised face and bandaged body. all the wounds inflicted by you and your damned quirk.

"get out" was all you could say, turning away from the boy.

it was silent for a few moments, aside from the heavy sounds of footsteps outside the halls, you knew that you were heavily guarded. you could even make out the hushed voices of all might and eraserhead from outside.

"you know, there was never a day that i did not think about you. i always looked forward to the day you'll come home with a hero license, and then we'll be able to fight villains" he said quietly, as if afraid to startle you.

"i was quirkless, but that did not stop me from hoping that you'd come back to me, that you'd go back home. and keep your promise. of taking down the bad guys" you were thankful you were not facing him, because you no longer had the energy to fight back your tears.

"y/n, we promised to fight the bad guys, but why did you become one?" he said and sobbed his heart out, not bothering if the pro heroes outside heard him, or if he'd be ridiculed for crying in front of a villain.

"i lived a carefree life when we were young because you were there beside me. you were my reassurance that no harm will come my way, that you'd always protect me no matter the time, place or situation. but i started to be afraid again when you left, my days were filled with darkness and doubts. but i couldn't blame you, of course. all i could do was wait and hope, that you'd come back as a strong hero" he said and gently took your hand in his, rubbing circles onto the back of your palm. you bit your lip to stifle the wails and whimpers threatening to spill out.

"sh-shut up. get the f-fuck out of here"

"you are not the type of person to break promises, y/n. so please tell me the reason, why you turned out like this" he pleaded and sighed beside you, tears landing at your hands, seemingly soothing your numb and sore fingertips, which were encased in a steel case to disable you from using your quirk.

"just say something, lie to me, anything! just give me a reason because i'm about to lose my mind here!" he expressed his frustrations and whined, gripping your hands.

you went silent, composing yourself and getting rid of any traces of weaknesses and emotions on your face before sitting straight and turning to look at him. you caressed his face before speaking up.

"because you're worthless, you're pathetic. how could i ever keep my promise to a piece of trash of like you? who would actually want to keep you beside them, midoriya? no one. because you're useless" you said in a calm voice, seeing his face morph into that of hurt, confusion, anguish, pain, anger, fear, horror all at once. you smiled at him, even though your heart was clenching in pain.

you pressed the button on your bed and a nurse came in seconds later. "get him out, i don't want to see his face near me ever again" you said and the nurse nodded. you looked at him one more time, his eyes not stopping from letting the tears fall, all the while trained at you and your form.

he snifled as he made his way out. "get well soon and be healthy, y/n-san. you still have a promise to keep"

and you could stab yourself with all the needles your quirk could produce. but it will never amount to the pain your heart was feeling at the moment.

additional author's note: hehehehehe, how do you guys feel? i'm thinking about making something lile this for katsuki and shoto as well, but i'd tend to other reqs first before really considering them. i hope you guys like this and as always, notes are appreciated! have a lovely day <3

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deepseavibez · 3 years

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Drowning Too Deep_3 || KNJ || JHS

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Drowning Too Deep [Namjoon x Hoseok x Reader]

Part 1 || Part 2 || 2.1 || 2.2 || Part 3

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Genre - Explicit Smut; established!Boyfriend(s) au; Poly oneshot; Punishment;

Summary - Alone at home, nothing but thoughts, pent up emotions, roaming fingers and a wild imagination... that is... until your boyfriends catch you in the act.

Warning - 21+!Only; Poly; Aftercare; Angst(Some);

Word Count - 4.2k

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🎶- Never Not - Lauv

Right. That was all it was. It felt right. Slowly, you registered the voice - two voices, words of good, have you, with you.

A hand cradled your head, a secure hold.. The musk of Namjoon engulfed your senses, his chin resting at the top of your head, his arm reaching around you, closing you in with the body at your back. Flexing your hand you found your fingers inter linked with slender ones, rings laced in between - Hobi held strong.

You blinked slowly out of your haze and found yourself face to face with the smooth expanse of Namjoon’s chest, your nose in line with his sternum, on instinct you placed your cheek further against it, burrowing yourself against him.

An earthy giggle came from above you, the elation in his voice evident as he took in your actions.

Smiling against him you felt the ghosting of lips against your neck. Squeezing lightly at the fingers between yours you acknowledged your boyfriends, their comfort, their love, their presence.

You could stay here forever.

You felt fingers threading through your hair, careful fingers, a contrast to the demand they had mere minutes ago. Eyes fluttering shut you basked in the aftermath of your lovemaking. If you could bury yourself in their skin, you would. The need to be as close as possible visceral and insistent.

They usually did this, let you be as clingy as possible after sex. There was something about the moment, the afterglow, the headiness, being that close, feeling that loved -- it was incomparable.

‘You okay?’ Namjoon’s question felt far away, but you nodded in response. You felt like you were in a cocoon of warmth. Shifting your legs, you winced visibly at the tenderness in your body and couldn’t help the groan of discomfort that left you. Deciding it wasn’t worth it to move, you slackened further into their hold.

After a minute of stillness, shuffling at your back had you stirring again. Blinking away the bliss of the moment, you felt your hair being ruffled lightly, the hand leaving your head. You heard Hobi say something about running the bath as you opened your eyes again and made to sit up.

Craning your head toward his retreating figure, you swallowed the whine that threatened to leave your chest, his distance already having you feel cold and bereft.

It was illogical, he was just a few feet away, but you needed him next to you, here, touching and holding you, near you.

Namjoon clearing his throat caused your train of thought to come to a screeching halt. You turned to face him and found him sitting up, trying to hold your hand, which you now realized was fisted in the blanket under you. He smirked as you loosened the scrunched material from your hand and placed your palm on his waiting one. Bringing it up to his mouth, he placed a kiss on the inside of your wrist, eyes never leaving yours. Unable to help yourself, emotions threatening to take you under, you flung yourself into his open arms and buried your head against his neck.

'Hey, we're here, we're both here, we promise. We promised to always catch you. You’ll feel better after a hot bath.’ His voice was soft and reassuring, body warmth overwhelming, both exactly what you needed, arms strongly anchored against you, holding you as tightly as you held him. To feel so much, to be okay with being pushed, to trust blindly as you did, it was impossible to recover from it.

'I don't think I can live without both of you.' The confession came from deep within you.

His chest rumbled as he hummed against you, the sound coursing through your body. 'It's a good thing you won't have to.'

Words between you and Joon were never minced, which was something you would be grateful for. The letters forming the words that took up the space between your lips were never easy going conversation, but it consisted of truth and fact and every bit the promises you would both die to uphold.

The option to use a safe word during your lovemaking was a mere formality, you had no need to use it, despite their effort to openly communicate and make sure you knew you could.

Because the ties were never that tight. They were easily maneuverable. In the moment it would feel like exactly what you needed, control being taken away from you. But in a serious setting, if logic prevailed, you were the one with the most right, the most power to stop, the most control. But it was leverage you had no need to use.

The control they had of your body, and your heart and their access to it in their keeping, the addiction you had to keeping them happy was too good of a high, and the after was always worth it; if you loosened your ties, if you took that away from them it would upset the exchange of power.

And they never let you down, not once.

'I'm okay, I'll be okay.' You said more to yourself than to him, as your grip loosened.

He didn’t budge. 'I know. I need to feel you close to me too.'

Footsteps broke you out of your bubble as you listened to Hoseok get closer. 'Water.' Only after he said it did you realize how dry your throat was, you were parched.

Pulling away you held out your hand for the bottle. The water livened your senses up a bit, like fresh air, you could think a bit clearly, and it gave you a second to assess Hobi, you noticed him closely from the top of the bottle. His jaw was set, deep in thought, he was lost to the world for the moment.

Handing the bottle to Joon when you were done, you grabbed a hold of your other boyfriend and pulled him down beside you.

Moving to the edge of the bed, not without difficulty, you threw your legs over as your hand found his hair. He wouldn't meet your eye, so you pushed in your own way. Turning toward him, you curled your other arm around his front, it took a moment, but his arm wrapped around your waist, unconsciously bringing you closer.

He would adapt around you, he would always adapt around you.

The skin contact calming, you nosed at his shoulder. 'Hobi.' His name, a question, a pretty word, a cadence,as you implored your lover to open up. He was your Hobi, you needed to know what was bothering him, even if you couldn't fix it, no one in this relationship had to handle things alone

'Were we too rough?' You paused your petting at his serious tone.

Cocking your head to the side you took a deep breath before replying. 'Do you trust me?'

You would have expected a protest at the question, but he didn't, he knew better, he simply nodded in answer.

'And did I, at any time, use it?' You didn’t wait for him to answer. 'No, I didn't, and even if I had, it would have been something to talk about. We would have gotten through it.'

Looking over at Joon, you motioned for him to step in.

Almost immediately, he moved to close in on Hobi's other side, contributing to the third degree. 'So, why are you self-deprecating?'

Hobi turned to you before answering. 'You've never been… so far gone… after.'

You couldn’t deny that. It took a minute, it was different, but there weren’t any manuals for this type of thing. ‘But I'm okay now, see, maybe a bit clingy, or alot, but besides being absolutely weird at walking tomorrow, I love making love with you both,’ You didn’t want to say it, not when you were all so vulnerable, but his thoughts needed to be shut down. ‘Don't turn it into something we have to second guess.'

'Your demons have a place here Hobi, just not when they try to get between any of us.' You smiled over Hobi’s shoulder gratefully. Joon always had the right words.

'I just don't think I could forgive myself for hurting either of you intentionally.' He looked at our bare feet, unable to meet our eyes.

'It's a lot of responsibility to be the one with the reins in the relationship, but y/n and I trust you. I mean, if we hurt you, at any time, would you want us eating up inside because of it.'

‘Would you not let yourselves get eaten alive inside because of it.’ He glanced between us, but the question was rhetorical, we all knew the answer.

‘I think the point is,’ you intervened, ‘that we'd forgive each other, eventually, there's a lot of understanding here, of course we may love each other more than we should, but we give it our all.'

Placing his chin on Hobi, Namjoon rubbed his boyfriend's back and followed your lead, in reinforcement. ‘And during sex, we have safe words for a reason, outside the bedroom we have the word no, and we have trust enough to voice ourselves in any situation.’

‘My sweet, endearing man,’ you ran your fingers through his hair and hugged yourself to him. ‘This isn't your burden to share alone, we’re all in this relationship.’

‘We're fluent in Hoseok, especially when your brain is forming words you refuse to speak aloud.’ Joon’s palm gripped Hobi’s thigh, squeezing it lightly in reassurance. 'Respect our trust in you, and remember that you trust us to speak, even if it's for you.’

He didn’t answer, just resigned for the moment as he turned over to you and kissed your shoulder, eyes far away in contemplation. It was okay, he needed time. Things like this would take more time, more communication.

‘I think it might be time for that bath now,’ Joon whispered.

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🎶- Paris In The Rain - Lauv

Standing on the balcony rail, you stared out at the city below you. It was your favourite spot about this apartment, the bright lights, the noise, it made you feel alive, like you were a part of something bigger

‘What's down there?’

‘Everything.’

You looked up at Hobi as leaned on the rails next to you. He was shirtless, in plain black shorts, a coffee cup in hand. Questions like these weren’t his type, but he surprised you still.

As for the coffee, it was one of the first habits they had all synced up, coffee could wake all of you up, or help put you to sleep now.

‘It's distracting sometimes, all the noise. Wouldn't it be nice to get a change of scenery, peaceful, like a quaint cottage or a mountain range and hills, lush greenery.’

You made a face at Joon’s observation as you took the cup he offered to you. After sex coffee was always a good idea. Extra sugar, extra cream, something of a cherry on the top type of thing. It's good for vacation, but not for life.

‘The plus side is that our careers are here, our livelihoods, you guys know how to navigate yourselves through this city. And I've been having fun trying.’

‘Do you think you'd ever regret moving here? You were pretty scared, at first.’ Joon pulled you against him as he voiced the question, one arm around you, he pulled the shirt further down across you, his shirt as it flailed a bit in the breeze. You rolled your eyes internally, smiling into your mug, but the small action warmed you.

‘I was scared.’ You answered after taking a sip. ‘I still have some trouble. But, I just have to remember you two, remember that I will be coming home to my favorite people, I can't turn away from either of you, not after seeing inside your lives and your hearts, and how much I want to be a part of it.’

In fact, you remember the day you chose to be a part of it.

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🎶 - Blinded - Emmit Fenn

‘I'm gonna miss this view.’ Leaning against the window of the boys bedroom in the dorm, you looked out, over at the buildings, the birds, the lives taking place miles around.

‘What do you mean?’ You turned toward the sound of Hoseok’s voice. He was in his and Joon’s shared walk-in closet, putting away his clothes from the day before.

You limited your emotions behind your answer. The fears and anxiety of what was inevitable plaguing you since things had come so far. ‘I have closing contract negotiations next week - my time in Seoul ends in December. They have a flight booked for me the day before Christmas.’

‘Wait, you're leaving.’ Joon stood, from where he sat at the edge of the bed.

‘Don't look at me like that Joonie, we knew about this.’ He was the more logical of the two, if he didn’t see reason, this would be harder, for both of them. ‘I have family in America, friends, a different life.’ You tried your best to be reasonable, remaining calm and comforting. Some things in life were unavoidable. You decided you would be strong here, be rational, there was plenty of time to break down, to fall apart when you got...home.

Shaking your head away from your thoughts, you positioned a fake smile, ready to drive through this conversation, as fast as possible.

‘Can you really walk away y/n.’ You looked up at Hobi as he stepped into view. You expected this, the tight voice, the stoney face, Hobi was driven by emotion, he would take longer to adjust.

You turned away from them, you never could lie well, especially not to them, these men that held your heart. ‘It’s not complicated, Hobi. You both asked to see where it goes, and, well I have to go home.’ You tried not putting much weight behind the ‘have to’ but you would be lying if you hadn’t already searched for a reason to pull time, to extend things, to stay.

‘Move in with us.’

You whirled and stared at them incredulously. Joon for the statement, Hobi for not even remotely looking to amend it.

‘What, Joon, I don't live in Seoul, I-,’

Hobi crept toward you. His features stood out, jaw clenching as he grit out, ‘Tell me you don’t love me.’

He tugged your hand as soon as he was close enough and pulled you forcefully into him. You didn't answer him or look at him, you couldn't, the little resolve you had...no. You knew you had to leave. This wasn't your world. This wasn't your life. They didn't belong to you. You squeezed your eyes to trample down the surge of pain at your latter thought

‘Y/n.’ He caught your chin and made you meet his eyes. ‘Tell me. Tell me you don't love me.’

You felt hands at your waist, ‘Tell us, and we'll walk away from this conversation, right now.’

Trapped, you were trapped. These two beautiful males, they didn’t understand. You bit the inside of your cheek, you didn't have the luxury of crying, you didn't have the right to accept this. This was your life for crying out loud.

‘I-,’

‘And don't lie.’

Your fingers dug into Hobis' bicep at his tone.

‘I don't belong here.’

‘That's not what we asked you to say,’ Joon’s voice was shaky, his usually rich baritone, clouded with an unnameable emotion.

It didn’t need a name, for a long time now, you made it okay to not have a name.

‘Well where would this go, if I stay? What are you going to do? Announce to the world you have a girlfriend that you both share.’ Your voice rose with each word, your argument gaining momentum.

‘How do we do this? How do we go about life?’ You struggled in their hold, needing distance to do this, their hands on you vice-like, unshakeable at your outburst.

‘I can have sex, and I can love and I can let go, but if I stay, I want the whole damn deal. Can you give me that? Can you introduce me to your parents? Can you tell the boys? Can you explain it to your management? Can you give me kids? Can you tell the world about us?’ Your voice broke, ‘’Because I deserve to be number one in someone's life. And to be shown off and, and I can compromise so much, the distance and the tours and the time I have to spend missing you, but I cannot be just by the way. No one should be put through that. No one should be asked that, unless you want to throw money at them and call it a night.’

‘Y/n!’ You flinched visibly at the reprimand, not sure who it came from, as the blood rushed in your ears.

You swallowed harshly and used the little bit of anger you had left, if they could hate you, it would be easier for them. 'What?! It hurts! Of course it hurts. Yes, for fucks sake, I am in love with both of you. I want the long haul. I want forever. But I cannot ask that of you. I can’t ask for you both to only be mine.’

‘Why ask when you will be given freely. When have Hobi and I ever made you believe that you weren’t entitled to any of that.’

‘Stop it! You don't know what you're saying. This isn’t just a phase, this is going to bed and waking up together. This is arguing and making decisions together. This is respecting each other's financial and career choices. This is every day, every moment, it's everything.’

‘Y/n. Hobi is my life partner. He is my soul-mate. I have loved him and I can survive because I know I'll always have him. But I can't live without you. I can't breathe unless I know I have access to you.’

‘We.’ Hobi amended.

‘We can't live without you.’ You could feel Joon’s soft smile at your back, alleviating the tense atmosphere slightly, as he followed his boyfriend’s unspoken order.

‘Baby, look at me, talk to us. Come on, make this work, make us work - we can.’ Hobi’s hands around you were demanding, as he coaxed, holding onto you tightly, as if you might disappear at any moment.

‘I can't. I, if I look at you, I can't be strong, I can't hold off, I won't be able to look away.’

‘Because you know we care. Because you know we want to be yours. Everything else is everything else.’

‘Joon, you’re making this hard.’

‘No, y/n, you are.’

‘You will remember me, that I was here, that we made the best memories,’

‘We can make more.’

‘Hobi, please be reasonable.’

‘’We know it’s a lot, but this, this isn't just for now, this is, for however long you will have us, this is for as long as you love us and we love you, fingers crossed it’s for a really really long time.’ Hobi’s lips found your forehead, as if he couldn’t help himself.

‘Do you think you will regret it someday.’ Even your whisper was forlorn.

‘You?’ He huffed, the sudden movement jerking all of you against each other momentarily. ‘I can't think straight when you're not near me, it's even worse when you're in the same room.’

‘I think a part of me woke up when I met you, and then wanted to stay awake when I realized I didn't want you to leave, that was months ago.’ Joon could make anything sound poetic, you thought.

‘A violent part of me wanted to lock you in a tower and keep you there, for us, all to ourselves. 'There was absolution in Hobi’s voice. 'You're a bit insane, in a good way, and courageous and you see the world differently and you watch spongebob of all things,’

‘Not to mention you drink coffee at night,’ Joon chimed in, ‘We want it all.’

‘I won’t stop. Work. Travels. Experiences. I have wants, needs, a lot to learn and do and I have some of the worst days’

‘All of it, we want all of it.’ Joon hugged your back as his chest rumbled against you at his declaration.

You were a goner, all because you didn't have to be on guard with them. There was always some sort of control involved in existing. From emotions to urges and choices. Sexuality even.

But here they were, asking you to be yourself, pummelling those walls down with sheer will and determination, demanding you be as y/n as possible, even if it made life a little more difficult.

‘Me?’ You looked up at Hobi, willingly meeting his eyes, letting him see how deeply embedded they were within you, searching for hesitation, for any sort of reluctance. ‘Me.’ You repeated to them both, a statement, a chance to back out, before anything else was said.

‘You.’ Joon replied with confidence.

‘You.’ Hobi said, solidifying it.

‘Us?’ You assessed the word as it fell from your lips, a stick against a stone, a spark being allowed to ignite.

‘Us.’ Firm fingers at your waist, as the whisper of a sound came a hairsbreadth from your ear.

You closed your eyes, sending a prayer to the sky, that this was a good choice, that what you wanted couldn't be so bad, that you wouldn’t wake up one day to two males that realized they were too good for you, because they were, you knew that.

You wrapped your hands around Hobi’s back, bringing Joon with you at your back.

You felt the tension ease out of both men, letting out breaths they didn't know they held.

‘Here.’ Hobi’s voice was authoritative, unrelenting.

‘Here.’

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🎶 - Paris In The Rain - Lauv

A kiss at your neck broke you out of the memory, the soft spot, known and well used by the man you currently rested against. ‘Where did you go?’

Leaning into his hold, you looked out toward the city, ‘Here. Us.’ You reached out and pulled Hobi into you and Joon, a soft smile gracing your face as you answered. ‘Forever.’

‘I guess, it just makes sense, something about it, just is, I just, love who I am here.’ You meant it. You felt a puzzle piece slot into place when you let yourself be talked into a life with them.

‘We get it. Anywhere with you just feels right.’ Hobi pecked your cheek and ran his fingers through yours.

‘Hobi can be under any moon, any set of stars, anywhere, as long as it's with y/n and Joon.’

You smiled at the third person statement. You considered before asking your next question, holding tighter to Namjoon’s arms around you. ‘Do you think, you’ll ever stop loving me.’

Hobi dropped his head in a giggle, very used to this question.

‘Maybe when the lights go out in the city.’ Joon's sincere answer was so like him; he was always patient. ‘When the music stops playing from the numerous ads across the buildings-.’

‘And when hell freezes over.’ Hobi added as he smiled at you.

His contagious smile formed a mirror on your face. Right then you remembered you would never get tired of moments like these, post sex or no sex, you would never get enough of them. You had yet to regret leaving your old life for a new one. You hadn't stopped falling in love with them daily.

Stars above you, the black night sky engulfing your forms like a blanket, it was a pause to the endless possibilities surrounding your lives together. You weren't sure if it would always be like this, but right now, Namjoon’s heartbeat at your back, Hoseok next to you, nothing else in the world mattered.

‘I am going to have a serious issue with you touching yourself when we aren’t here though.’ A nip at your ear reaffirmed the statement. You just took another sip of your coffee.

‘Y/n.’ Hobi chastised. Oh no, you were about to be double-teamed.

You kept the mug at your lips, making your eyes wide over the mug. You pointed to it, busy drinking coffee, not talking about this.

‘Y/n.’ They exclaimed consecutively, pulling out of Joon’s hold and you rushed into the lounge, but not before one of them grabbed a hold of your shirt. You squealed in surprise.

Thinking fast, placing the mug on the nearest surface, you pulled the shirt over your head and ran, buck naked away from them.

‘You are so done when we get a hold of you!’ Joon shouted.

‘You’ll have to get a hold of me first.’

Laughter could be heard from your apartment, laughter and squeals of a girl that laid it all on the line, for a new life, for two smart, talented men that she had found halfway across the world; laughter that carried out the balcony to the city below, laughter of a relationship finding its way in Seoul.

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pynkhues · 3 years

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Hey Sophie,

Are you still planning on posting TFU this weekend? I keep rereading the entire Center & Circumference series.

Hi, anons! None of you are a bother or annoying at all, haha. I'm really sorry I've been a bit hopeless. It's just been another one of those weeks in lockdown (Day 213 here in Melbourne!) where it feels like I'm wading through treacle. It's made editing a bit more challenging than I was hoping, especially after having a great few days last week where I was writing a lot.

Fingers crossed I'll post it really soon (it is close!) but I'm reluctant to give a timeframe now just because I've missed like, every single one I've promised, haha.

I hope maybe this little excerpt helps tide you over?

“How’s the ex?”

“A’ight,” Rio replies easily, grabbing a sliver of torn gift wrap off the floor, feeling the smooth surface of it with his thumb, before flopping down onto the other end of the couch. “When you seein’ yours?”

The paper’s somethin’ Elizabeth picked out – a green forest of pine trees and tiny, reflective, gold-foiled stars. She’d bought thick red ribbon to tie around the middles, and dotted the bows on each with glitter glue, a precision and steadiness to her hands that he hadn’t been able to stop starin’ at. It had been important to her, that’s all, that these presents from Santa looked different to the ones from them, and he knew it was less about keepin’ the secret (hell, Kenny and Danny both knew well enough that Santa didn’t so much squeeze down the chimney as stuff stockings between bed times), but more about tryna wield some sort of magic on the day.

The trick not in the deceit, but in the effort.

He twists the paper between his fingers, feels the shiny lick of tape, folded over and stuck back underneath, as Annie hums beside him.

“Mmm, Ben’s doing a whole breakfast thing with him and his grams and pop-pop, so he’s gonna text me after they’ve eaten their body weight in Christmas crepes. Mother Greggles does a whole thing with eggnog and cheese and stuff, not gonna lie, could go for a plate right now.”

She says it like she ain’t just had thirds of Elizabeth’s Festive French toast, shit, she’d practically stolen half the praline off Jane and Emma’s plates. Not that Rio blames her for that exactly – he can still taste the butter, sweetened with cinnamon and brown sugar on the back of his teeth – but it ain’t like there’s any food shortage today. He sucks on his lower lip, the smell of the turkey weeping already through the hall.

Somewhere upstairs, he hears Elizabeth laugh again.

He folds the slip of paper in half, unfolds it.

Rocks his already stiff jaw.

“That work?”

“What?”

“Splittin’ the day with your ex.”

He regrets it as soon as he’s said it – can feel it without lookin’ at her, the way Annie practically fuckin’ levitates with delight at the question, and he casts her a dark look before she gets it in her head that he’s askin’ her for advice, because he ain’t, and Annie quickly holds up her hands in surrender.

The smile don’t dim though.

All fuckin’ teeth.

Wriggling back into the couch cushions, Annie crosses her legs, turns sideways to better face him, and then she shrugs, her fuzzy pink sweater raisin’ with the movement until a thread catches in the jangling end of one of her Christmas tree earrings.

“I mean, it’s always weird knowing your kid doesn’t get to be all yours, but you know that already. You’ve got like – an airport lounge worth of suitcase kids.”

Rio snorts at that, folds the paper diagonally this time, wonders if he trained his ear well enough he might hear Marcus on FaceTime with his mom, but he doubts it somehow. Doubts he can hear anything but fuckin’ Dean, tinny and reedy through Elizabeth’s laptop speakers.

“There are perks though,” Annie adds suddenly, and when he looks over at her, she’s disentangling her earring from her sweater, silver glitter nail polish catchin’ the light, and there must be a look on his face, coz she just laughs.

“Let’s just say Greggles and me had our issues, and grams and pop-pop were two of them.”

She winces suddenly, her lobe pulled, then quickly grins as she gets the earring free, even if a tiny thread of pink cotton now hangs jagged from the end. She flails her now unoccupied hand, and Rio’s briefly distracted by how fuckin’ small it is – then distracted even more by the thought of Elizabeth’s own one, curled around the back of his neck in the brief moments this day had just been for them.

“Never having to like, sit at a table with them again while they tell whoever’s around about how I ruined their son’s life is definitely a perk. They love Ben, but the way they tell it, I got myself pregnant and Greg was going to be a doctor, not a pharma bro. Like he didn’t have to copy Mandy Cohen’s chem homework every week.”

Rio snorts, unfolds the slip of paper.

“But! That’s the point, right? They’re Ben’s family and he should see them, but luckily for me, they’re not mine anymore,” she pauses then, rolls her eyes a little at herself, her tone growin’ an edge as she adds: “If they ever were, I guess.”

He turns her words over in his head, tries to place them, or - - shit. Not place ‘em. Try to place that strange twist in his belly in them, but he can’t. Not when he can hear Kenny’s voice now, sayin’ something about hockey tickets, can hear Jane chime in and then Elizabeth, her voice light in that way he knows she don’t mean, but Dean doesn’t know it. Can’t if the way his nasal laugh echoes is anything to go by, and Rio pulls his gaze from Annie’s newly disgusted face (guess she can hear them too) and back to the tree. The lights are still switched on, twinklin’ a little, but it’s hard to see in the daytime, the room too bright from the winter sun, the air almost white with the dusting of snow outside.

His gaze skirts lower still, and it ain’t like he doesn’t know they’re there, but still – his attention fixes on the presents for Dean, the kids’ messy handwriting scribbled onto tags, and the bows too big because Emma had cut off too much ribbon, and he wets his lips as he moves his focus sideways, sees the present for Judith leaning heavy against the one for his own mother, and it ain’t nothin’.

It ain’t, but shit, he can’t help it.

He crush of wrapping paper into a tight, ugly little ball, and he tosses it, watches it hit the coffee table, roll until it hits the side of Elizabeth’s forgotten coffee mug.

His bruised knuckles throb.

#it's going to be like #25k haha #so i hope that helps too #i *am* sorry it's taken me so long #the pandemic and the lockdowns have done a bit of a number on me #i do still love this story a lot though #and i'm so thrilled and happy that it's struck a chord with you guys too #it really does mean a lot #and there's a good chance i would've abandoned it if it hadn't been for your comments and messages on it #it's a nice space for me to reconnect with writing #so yes #i appreciate it and i appreciate you guys too #the center and circumference #fic asks #welcome to my ama

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mimisempai · 3 years

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Wait for me on the other side 5/8

Summary:

Une rencontre... un baiser... une mini dispute... Loki et Mobius se rapprochent et chacun dans leur temps se rend compte de ses sentiments...

Thank you for all the people who came aboard the ship of this story! Your comments are really the essence of my motivation. I hope you'll continue to enjoy your reading!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32948254/chapters/82281988

BiFrost Bar - 2021

Thor exclaimed, "Why didn't you say it was your birthday? We would have had a cake for you or something."

Loki replied with a gentle smile, "It's just the time passing. I hate to make a big deal out of it."

Thor looked at him with his piercing eyes, "You keep a lot to yourself don't you?"

Although lately he was starting to open up a little more, Loki couldn't argue with him.

Thor continued, "There's nothing wrong with that. But I sometimes wonder what else you have in your life besides work. A family? A girlfriend or a boyfriend?"

Loki remained silent at first, then, faced with Thor's kindness, he finally began to talk about himself.

Sigyn's House - 2019

Sigyn introduced Loki with enthusiasm, everyone toasting him, kissing him, congratulating him.

Loki tried with difficulty not to show that he was slightly annoyed.

They arrived near Mobius and Sylvie, who was really looking forward to leaving.

"Loki, I'd like you to meet, Mobius and uh... Sylvie. He's going to help us find our lake house."

"Hello." greeted them Loki.

Mobius replied, "Hi." while Sylvie nodded.

Seeing that they were holding their coats, Sigyn asked, "Are you guys already leaving?"

Mobius looked at them, his gaze fixed on Sigyn's arm around Loki's waist and replied, "No, we're staying."

He felt Sylvie's irritated look on him.

"Very well." said Sigyn, "Come on Loki, I still have some people to introduce you to."

Loki gave a small pinched smile and followed his enthusiastic girlfriend.

A little later, Mobius was looking for a bathroom and in doing so, passed by the door of a room, half-opened. Inside, Sigyn was kissing Loki.

Mobius stepped back quickly and heard Sigyn ask, "Were you surprised?"

Loki replied in a tone that Mobius found dull, "Yes, I was. When are they going to leave?"

Sigyn asked worriedly, "What's the matter Loki?"

Loki sighed and replied, "Nothing. I'm fine... It's just I had a long day, plus the crowded train, I don't know. I guess I thought we'd be alone tonight."

Sigyn protested, "But these are my friends, Lo. They're going to be our friends. I want you to get to know them. We're going to make a life here."

"I know. I know..."

BiFrost Bar - 2021

"We moved in together when I finished college of the arts. He had rented this big house. A beautiful place, on the north side of town. We were going to live there forever. That was the plan."

Thor, who was listening intently, asked him softly, "What happened?"

Loki shrugged, "The problem is that it was his plan not mine."

Thor nodded, understanding.

Loki pulled himself together, "No, I'm not being fair. I thought I wanted it too. I don't know. Anyway, I ended it."

Thor put his hand on his arm and said, "That's your right Loki. You don't have to justify yourself, whatever your reasons, you had the right to end the relationship."

He took a sip of beer before continuing, "But then, who are you writing to?"

Loki didn't answer. He didn't know how to explain Mobius.

At Loki's silence, Thor added softly, "Sorry. It's none of my business."

Loki shook his head, "No, it's okay. You're right, there is someone."

He twirled his glass in his hands to give himself a little composure.

"It's kind of a... long-distance relationship."

"For how long?"

Loki sighed, "a long time."

Thor looked interested, "How did you two meet?"

Loki swallowed and replied, "We haven't met."

"What?"

"We just write letters to each other."

Thor laughed, "Is this a joke?"

Loki shook his head again, "No, I promise."

"You mean, it's like a pen pal?"

Loki nodded his head...

Thor laughed, but Loki didn't join him and drained his glass. before continuing, a little sadly, "It's the story of my life. Keeping everything at an appropriate and safe distance. Everyone... The girl who loved me, who wanted to marry me, I pushed her away, I run, I run away all the time. While now, the only man I can never meet... him, I want to give him all my heart."

Thor squeezed his hand and looked at him with a compassionate eye, "So you've never really talked face to face?"

" Nev-" Loki paused, suddenly realizing something, "No. Wait. One time..."

Sigyn's House - 2019

Loki left the house after his discussion with Sigyn. He really needed a break. He sat down on the stairs and suddenly realized he was not alone. Mobius was there too, alone.

The silence lingered, neither of them knowing what to say.

Then suddenly Mobius said simply, "Happy birthday."

Loki growled and replied, "If one more person comes up and says that to me tonight I'll kill them."

Mobius looked apologetic and stepped back a little in surrender.

Loki sighed, "Sorry for the reaction, I know it's not a big deal. Just one more year. I guess I'm not really in the mood to party."

Mobius replied, "Neither am I actually."

"So what are you doing here?" asked Loki, curious.

Mobius hesitated and replied, sitting down on the steps next to Loki. "I was hoping... to meet someone."

"Who?"

"Someone Sigyn told me about."

Loki nodded, "Ah. A reunion?"

Mobius chuckled, "Sort of."

"So what are you waiting for?"

Mobius sighed, "I'm trying to get some courage."

Loki smiled, "I understand." He tightened his arms around himself, feeling the coolness of the night and asked, "So you're the one who's going to find us a house on the lake, right?"

Mobius, sure of himself replied in a confident voice, "Yes, I will."

Loki was a little taken aback by the assurance of his answer.

"Are you a real estate agent?"

"No, I have a house above the lake."

Loki looked surprised and Mobius added, "And you're going to rent it after I move out." He coughed and pulled himself together, "I mean, you could. If you want to."

"When are you moving?

Mobius replied, "I'm...not sure. I guess once you finish your PhD in literature?"

Loki glared at him.

Mobius wanted to smack himself on the head and tried to make things up, "Sigyn said you were in the College of Arts and studying literature."

He paused and the silence was awkward.

Loki looked confused and Mobius felt he had lost the thread of the conversation, if there ever was one.

"What makes you think we would like it? How can you be sure."

Mobius replied seriously, "You'll like it."

Loki asked point blank, "Can you swim?"

Mobius replied, "Sure, I took lessons when I was a kid."

Loki shook his head laughing, "No, I mean, can you swim from home?"

"Oh."

Mobius laughed with Loki.

"Uh no. You can't. That's a downside. There's no path to the water."

"That's a shame."

Mobius nodded before adding, "Actually, I thought... You'd have to see it, but I always had the idea that I could change it. Nothing major. But a few new elements could really transform the house. A deck in the back that would be over the lake. And stairs…," Mobius paused, embarrassed by his enthusiasm when Loki wasn't supposed to have seen the house.

Loki continued his sentence though,"Stairs that go down to the water?"

Mobius nodded, "Yeah. That's it, like a gentle curve down... So you could go out the back door and down to the lake whenever you feel like it."

"That sounds really nice."

Loki turned his head toward the house where the party was still in full swing. He sighed, "It's pretty late. Shouldn't you go back? If you want to find the woman of your dreams tonight?"

Mobius replied with a wink, "Actually, that would be the man of my dreams."

"Oh..."

"Does that bother you?" asked Mobius.

"Oh no, I'm just surprised, pleasantly surprised to know that I'm not the only one here who's attracted to a little bit of both."

Loki gave him a teasing shoulder nudge. Mobius chuckled in response and added, "To answer your question, I'm not interested in finding the man of my dreams, I'm much better off here."

Loki blushed slightly at the implication of Mobius' words.

Mobius asked him gently, "Loki, have you read Persuasion by Jane Austen?"

Loki startled slightly and replied in surprise, "It's my favorite book. Why?"

"I have a friend who likes it."

Loki replied with a half smile, "Your friend has good taste."

"Yes he does." Mobius replied, a playful glint in his eye before adding, "I've been meaning to read it. Could you tell me a little about it?"

Loki waited a little and thought before answering. He wrapped his hands around his knees and began to speak with his chin in his lap, "It's about... waiting. These two people meet. They almost fall in love, but it's not the right time, and they have to part ways. Then, years later, they meet again. They have another chance. But they don't know if too much time has passed, if they've waited too long, if it's too late to make things work."

Mobius replied, "That sounds sad."

Loki shook his head, "It's not. Not at the end. I wouldn't have read it, I hate books that don't have a happy ending."

They were sitting pretty close to each other, Loki straightened up a bit and turned his head to Mobius who had also just moved closer.

They looked at each other for a long moment before simultaneously leaning towards each other until their lips met.

They kissed for a long time, forgetting everything around them. Both of them felt a sense of adequacy, of harmony at that moment. After a while, Loki pulled back and hesitantly said, "I don't know why I did that."

Mobius replied softly, "We did this, not just you, I'll try to explain..."

He was leaning again on Loki who did not move back when the door behind them opened on Sigyn and Sylvie.

Mobius and Loki quickly separated and both stood up at the same time, looking like children caught with their hand in the jam jar.

Sigyn and Sylvie could see that they had interrupted something. There was an awkward silence until Loki decided to break it, "Oh, Sigyn, hey. Uh, Mobius was just telling me about his house. It sounds really great."

Sigyn, his face set like stone, replied in an icy voice, "Great."

Loki turned to Mobius and continued, "We're, uh, definitely interested."

Mobius nodded and replied, "Good. I'll be in touch."

He stared at Loki for a few seconds and then whispered as he looked toward the ground, "I promise."

Sylvie, her eyes flashing, intervened, holding out his coat. "Mobius. It's late."

Mobius reluctantly followed her, taking one last look at Loki before heading for his pickup.

The return drive passed in dead silence and he dropped Sylvie off in front of her house. At the moment of closing the door of the car she said to him bitterly, "You know, if you didn't want anything to do with me, Mobius, you should have just told me. I know I'm intrusive but you never say anything, because you never want to hurt people. But not saying anything can hurt too you know."

Mobius felt bad that he had really hurt Sylvie.

"I'm really sorry. I... I'm not very good at this. I really like you as a... friend, but I don't want to go any further. I... I am in love with someone else."

He was surprised by the admission he had just made to himself. For the first time.

Sylvie seemed to notice and her face softened a bit.

"It'll take me a little while, but don't stop coming to the store or talking to me because of it, okay. I like you as a friend too, not just a love interest. I don't want to lose our friendship. So I'll probably give you a hard time the next few days, but that's okay."

Mobius nodded, moved by Sylvie's kindness, "I... Thanks."

She didn't answer anything, closed the car door gently and went home.

Mobius drove in a daze back to the house on the hill and was surprised to see that the mailbox flag was up.

He opened it and grabbed the little note that was inside.

Oh, my God. It was you.

I remember you.

Why didn't you tell me who you were?

I'm waiting by the box, I know you're home around this time, so you can answer right away

Two years apart, the same conversation, rhythmed by the movement of the small flag.

M -You would have thought I was crazy.

L -But I liked you. That was our chance. You should have told me.

M -And your girlfriend?

L -What about your girlfriend?

M -She's not my girlfriend!

L -Well, she's not my boyfriend!

M -She was then! I mean, she is now.

L -Your 'now', not mine! And maybe the 'now' would be different if you had said something back then. Maybe now would have come sooner, or maybe now would be our now, not just my now, you know?

M - No! I don't know!

2021 - Loki's apartment

Loki reread their conversation, grumbled in frustration, and threw the letter across the room, exasperated. A missed opportunity. Croki spun around his feet and rubbed his legs, as if to comfort him.

2019 - Mobius House

Mobius, equally frustrated when he saw that Loki did not answer, threw away his pencil and stomped toward the house. Once inside, he slumped in his armchair, sighed and looked thoughtfully through the bay window as Croki came to lie down and put his head on his feet, sensing his master's trouble.

_________

Fortunately, Croki is there to support them... but will they finally meet? How about a date?

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 (End)

#lokius fics #lokius #Developing Relationship #no powers au #Alternate Universe #Letters #penpal #loki series au #loki #mobius m. mobius #thor

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isolaradiale · 3 years

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The dark hues of the evening blended to lighter, softer blues of dawn. With every minute, the creatures of the museum began to slow until they stopped altogether, all at once. Whatever they were doing, they dropped it, and began to move their way to the places they had been before the museum took a turn for the lethal.

The artwork climbed back into their frames, stepped onto their pedestals, and walked back into their display cases. A light rain outside washed all the street paint away, color emptying into the drains in the city. Landscapes let their prisoners out, shutting the windows to their world.

Those unlucky enough to earn a spot on the Wall of Shame reappeared in the lobby, their wounds appearing as colorful splashes of paint, and nothing more.

As the oranges and golds of the sun trickled in through the ornate windows of the museum, a blaring voice interrupted the stillness as the intercom museum sparked to life.

"Goooood moooorning, my lovely little visitors! The door to the museum will be opening shortly. Please make your way back to the lobby in an orderly fashion, and be sure to grab all your belongings!"

As Capella promised, the large wooden doors opened once again, releasing all the prisoners of the museum.

"Thanks for visiting the Tempus Museum! Janus, did you want to say any parting words?" "I'm mortified enough as it is, thank you." Came a muffled voice from behind, sounding much less enthused.

"Aww, somebody's cranky... Well, suit yourself!"

As if to add *Extra Enthusiasm*, as everyone exit the doors, they passed by Capella's invulnerable form as she personally waved everyone goodbye, stickers glittering in the morning sunrise. Janus was still sitting at the reception booth, head in his hands and rubbing his temples.

"Bye bye! Goodbye now! Goodbye! Buh-bye! Bye now!" was the chorus that trailed off as she spoke, bidding farewell to the museum's visitors...

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Thank you, everyone, for participating in our recent event: Canvas! As a reminder, you will receive event participation IF:

You've written a starter, thread, mini, or interacted with someone else using the event setting for parts 1, 2, or both.

You've written a 500 word drabble using the setting of the event for parts 1, 2, or both.

You did not have to participate in both parts to receive event credit (so if you only wanted to participate in part 1, it still counts!)

Remember that for participating in the event, you can give yourself 100 stars to use in the marketplace!

A few things have changed as a result of this event, also:

The Tempus Museum has decided to make its home in the Archimedes ward, for now, not far from the Theater of Calliope. Its structure and function is largely the same, but the Optimized Tools won't be there. The artwork won't come to life and attack you, either... during the daytime, that is. You can check out its full description on Archimedes' page!

Janus still takes his place as the museum's curator, and does his best to accommodate guests of the museum. It's not uncommon to see him taking and teaching courses and workshops in the museum, either! He's still polite and eager to help with anything involving the museum and its activities, but if asked questions about the Stars or Spirale, he'll politely explain that he doesn't want to get anyone into trouble. As in the event, on the odd chance that someone is hostile and violent toward him, they'll instantly be killed, and will respawn back in their room.

Thanks again for participating in Canvas! We hope you had a great time!

Frequently Asked Questions:

"Do the things we made turn back to normal?"

Yup! If you didn't destroy it in Part 2 of the event, whatever you made will turn back to normal.

"Will our artwork try to kill us at night?"

Nope! If you took it with you, it's of no danger to you. If you kept it on display at the museum, it's also no danger to you (or anyone else for that matter.) Only the original stock monsters of the museum come to life at night. But unless your muse breaks into the museum, you have nothing to worry about.

The monsters still have their damage invulnerabilities, so unless your muse has a death wish, maybe don't break into the museum without some serious planning. Shady art theft rings will buy your stolen artwork for a hefty price, though, so whether it's worth the risk or not is up to you.

The more often your muse breaks into the museum, the more the monsters will recognize their patterns. Breaking into the museum more than two times is almost impossible, and should be reserved only for the most cunning of thieves.

"What if we made weapons or jewelry? Can we take those back home too?"

Sure! Just know that the weapons will go back to being fragile, and will shatter if used in combat. Any jewelry will look very convincing, but if you try to sell them to anyone, they'll identify it as a fake. Not that they won't buy what you have anyway, but it certainly won't be worth the price of actual precious stones and minerals.

"Can we go back to the museum?"

Yes! It's open to the public from sunrise to sundown, unless there's a nighttime gathering at the museum (which you're free to come up with on your own if you'd like to use it in a setting for a thread.) You could also theoretically break in or sneak in, or hide until the place closes, but you run the risk of running into the guard patrols... or worse.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ (Epilogue)

As the visitors left the building, Capella skipped over to the front desk. Caelum emerged from the darkened corner of the lobby to join her, with the rubber stopper on his cane making soft thumps on the elaborate stone tile.

"Well, that was fun! Thanks for letting us use your museum, Janus." "You're... welcome, I suppose." "Good good! I'll come back here when I make more pieces to show off to the lovely people of our Spirale."

Punctuating this, her hands went up to playfully pat his cheeks.

"Ooookay! Well, until next time! And as for you, Dr. Caelum, I'll see you at this afternoon's meeting or whatever, right?" "Aha, yes I'll be there."

Saluting the both of them, her form vanished into a series of pixels, leaving the other two at the desk. Now that she was gone, the AI turned to give a pointed look at his father.

"...Mmm. Still angry, eh?" Came a chuckle, but the other didn't look so amused.

"You know, at one point, I would have congratulated you for feeling slighted. And I would have celebrated you experiencing such a thing. But you've been around for so long that these things come naturally to you now, don't they? Feelings like being angry... Now I just feel bad when you're upset like any other human."

Another more cheery laugh, and he walked himself over to the doors, motioning the other to follow. With the crowd gone, he could finally step outside and stand on the steps.

"...I am sorry for causing you trouble." "I know." "Good, I'm glad that came across." "I'm still irritated, don't get me wrong." "Yes, yes. I don't doubt it." "And I'm not sure if anyone will come back after such a thing. I wouldn't blame them. I just wanted a place to contribute to this whole thing, and now it's all..."

Sighing, he sat on the first step, watching the rest of the street illuminate in the warm glow of the sunrise. He only realized the old man beside him was trying to sit down when he gave a little huff of effort, and immediately helped his father down beside him.

"Ahh. Much better, thank you." "I could have gotten you a chair..." "Haha, that's alright. If you can sit on the steps, so can I."

For a while, the two sat in silence, watching the streets of Archimedes begin to wake up. Cars stirring, cafes opening, people walking their dogs.

"...Are you doing alright over there?" Janus asked, not turning his head.

"About as well as I can, mmhm." "You still have your migraine medicines down there, right?" "Mmhm. Dr. Lyra has been taking good care of my health, don't worry." "She's the nice one, isn't she? That's a welcome change from the other facility..."

A hand went to the Ai's shoulder, patting it reassuringly.

"Instead of worrying about my health, you should direct that concern inward, Mortimer. You have a place where you can walk around, do all sorts of things humans do. Talk to people, make friends. Play games, read books, paint your lovely canvases. You're not confined to the life we lived three years ago."

Silence followed for a little until the young man leaned against the older one. He must be pushing 70 at this point, right?

"...Are you in a place where you can refer to me by my name? And not that Star code that they made?" "Well, no. Not really. But I don't think anyone's listening. So I don't care~" "Ha! Rebellion got you into this mess, didn't it?" The AI replied with a laugh, earning another from his father.

"Well. Messes that they were, I can still sit with you without you being stuck behind a screen. So even after all the hells we've been through, I'd call that a success. Wouldn't you?"

A smile cracked on his face. They have gone through a lot.

"A success... it's nice to finally call something a success again, father. It's very nice."

#Isola Event: Canvas

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lunnamars · 4 years

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prompt for luffy/nami: maps

Am I super late? Yes, of course. I think I received this ask in...June? May? I don't remember, so I apologize from the bottom of my heart, dear anon, but I was going mad with deadlines and I'm still going through a writing block, so I really hope you like it! I swear I did my best. <3

You can read this on AO3 too!

map of the problematique

The day was almost ending, the sky burning with the sunset, and Nami still had a pencil in her hand, scribbling lines and forms on a once empty paper. Other supplies scattered across the table, along with the quietness of the library, helped her finish another map successfully.

Being able to see the piece of work coming to life filled Nami's chest with pride and joy; there wasn't a clear explanation to what she felt every time.

She took a deep breath and tried to rest her sight — looking intently at one thing for an extended period always gave her a headache, even if it was her beloved maps or tangerines. Robin was there with her too, but her silence was welcoming and contrasted so much with the usual ruckus of the ship. Nami rested her face on her right hand, admiring the neatly drawn shapes and lines, how her scale was correctly measured, she double-checked, and the vivid colors on the paper. She ran her free hand over the map with fondness, a soft smile on her face while thanking the heavens for being free to do what she liked; what she was meant to do.

Sometimes, Nami wondered how her life would have been like if she had never met Luffy. Where would she be now? Still with shackles on her feet, bound to Arlong? Stealing, risking her life, suffocating more and more?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the door and the voice of her captain, "Oi, Nami, are you there? Can I come in?"

Robin chuckled and stood up, walking in the direction of the door to let the firecracker of a man get in. She opened the door and smiled at him, saying with the calm voice of usual, "Hello, Luffy. Can we help you with anything?"

"Hey, Robin, didn't know you were here. Can I stay here with you two?" he asked with his never-ending energy.

Hmph, always brighter than the sun, Nami thought.

"Why, of course. But I was already on my way out. Nami is still staying for a while. Want to keep her company?" Robin asked and looked over her shoulder to the navigator, winking at her.. Nami narrowed her eyes and pouted, catching on the implicit invitation behind her words.

Why must Robin be so damn smart? For fuck's sake.

Luffy had no idea of what had just transpired between the girls and happily added, "Sure! Bye, Robin!"

The archeologist softly grinned and sprouted two hands, patting their heads and bidding them goodbye. Nami heard Luffy's chuckle before the door clicking shut and right after, the sound of his flip-flops across the floor. She felt his breathing on her neck and couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine, her heart starting to beat at an alarming pace in the blink of an eye.

He rested his head on hers and asked, cheerful and beaming as a goddamn sunflower, "Hey Nami! Can I see your maps?"

She knew she couldn't be the sun like him, especially not after the trick he played on her the day before so she grunted, "No."

"C'mon, Nami! Lemme!" Luffy whined like a spoiled brat, entangling his rubber arms around her neck. Took a shower and smelling nice, aren't you?

Nami sighed and crossed her arms, fighting the urge to look in his direction and forcing her heartbeat to stabilize. Damn him and his damned carefree laugh. She snorted, "Luffy, what are you doing here? Don't you have anything else to do?"

"Sheesh, Nami! You're mean! If you don't want me here then just tell me." He let a deep breath and she could feel him pouting. Luffy was still holding her when he spoke again, voice low, "You have been away for almost the whole day, Nami. I was just worried."

"Of course I was, you moron! Have you forgotten what you did yesterday? You almost fucked up the maps that took me almost two weeks to finish!" How easy it was for him to stir her up and make her angry. Luffy was amazing but sometimes he acted like a child, something that always drove her mad.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry!" He held her tight so she wouldn't escape but careful enough to not strangle her. A great show of controlled strength. She tried to disentangle herself from his embrace, but that only made him encircle his legs around her torso now. Acting like a child again, wanting the adult to forgive him at all costs. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to! I swear I'll… I swear I'll… I swear I'll eat vegetables for a week, and I won't complain!"

His plea seemed sincere, but the idea that he was bargaining a thing that should be on his menu on a daily basis, instead of the huge chunks of meat he thinks is the only necessary thing to make him survive, baffled her. Then, it came in fits and bursts. One snort, then a second, the third was already mixed with laughter, and in the end, Nami was laughing at her heart's content.

He followed her, chuckling slowly and grinning warmly, then his candy-coated laugh that always melted her heart finally reached her ears. They laughed until their ribs hurt. Luffy's occasional child behavior would always provoke two reactions in her: complete anger or complete amusement. Sometimes both.

"Okay, okay. I'm fine, you silly goose. Thanks for apologizing." Nami patted his head, finally having the courage to look into his owlish eyes. His grin became bashful when their eyes met, but he stayed wrapped around her. She pinched his nose lightly and said in a loving voice, "C'mon, let me go. You must be feeling uncomfortable holding me like that, with the chair between us."

Luffy instantly released her, the characteristic sound of his arms and legs retracting echoing in her ears before grabbing another chair and sitting beside her. Her anger towards him long forgotten Nami decided to get back to work. Sometimes it was complicated to get things done when the captain was around but there were times where Luffy would seek her for silence.

The boy from two years ago wasn't like that. But the man he was now valued quiet and peaceful times as well. He was often watching the sunset, humming some song sitting on top of the Sunny's figurehead. Sometimes he was even lost in thought.

He rested his head on her shoulder, watching her pencil carefully slide across a new blank paper, firm and precise black lines appearing. Luffy's silence and steady breathing allowed Nami to enter her focused mode once again.

“Whaddya wanna do after you finish the map of the world?” Her captain spoke again after a while, voice a bit rough from disuse and a bit husky, something she hasn’t gotten used to yet and still has no idea how to deal with. It made her hand falter, the perfect line broken now, and a vein popped on her forehead.

Nami took a deep breath, picking up the pencil and sharpening it before answering him, "I… Don't know?"

"Wanna go back to your village?" Luffy asked, apparently not paying attention to the way her concentration was interrupted.

She looked down at his face resting on her shoulder, meeting his eyes and responding warily, "I still haven’t thought about it, Luffy. We still have a long way to go before all of our goals are achieved."

Nami heard his agreement in the form of an "Mm-hmm,” and they both fell silent again. It was completely dark outside now, and the lights of the library had turned on automatically. The navigator decided to call it a day and give some attention to her friend, waiting patiently for her. Waiting was not precisely the right word since she could hear soft snores, but he stayed there, by her side trying not to bother her, but wanting a bit of her presence.

She put away the new map with the others, organized her drawing supplies and putting them away in the drawer below her dedicated desk in the library. Nami rested her hand on her now empty desk, drumming her fingers following the rhythm of the happy-go-lucky songs coming to life through Brook’s violin and thinking about what she could do right now with the moron glued to her side.

A stolen glance at his peaceful face was all she needed to make her forget any of her worries. The face of someone who's half boy and half man, who has kindness in every movement and was able to see right through people. A beautiful soul able to connect with anyone's soul. Her best friend and the boyish man she loves, a person who lived his life to its fullest. Always wanting people around to do the same.

Nami scooped him in her arms — he always became a bit lighter when sleeping — and nestled him to her chest when she settled them down on the couch next to the window. The motion woke him up, but he only curled more against her. The red head rested her chin on his head and mumbled softly, "And you? What do you wanna do after becoming the Pirate King, Luffy?"

"Keep traveling, I guess." He answered and shrugged, voice still hoarse, now from sleeping.

Nami knew that was an answer that suited him. The freest man in the world would like to keep traveling, learning new things, and meeting new people. She just nodded as he started to play with a thread of her hair before asking, absentminded, "Do you think you'll finish the map of the world before I become Pirate King, Nami?"

"Honestly, I don't think so. The world is huge, and the sea is vast. It will take me a long while, I guess."

It was true. Nami would probably be one of the last to achieve her dream. Not that she minded, no. If the Pirate King wanted to keep traveling then she would continue being his navigator for however long he needed. Eventually she'd finish her map, and his promises to her would be fulfilled.

"Good. That means you'll stay," Luffy replied quietly.

She chuckled and watched him wrap a thread of her hair around his finger, "Are you still so dependent on your navigator, Captain? I can make you a copy of my maps."

"It's not that!" Luffy turned around fast, almost headbutting her, his face closer than before. She meant to scold him, she really did. But the way he was looking at her, with pleading eyes and some emotion behind it she couldn't quite put her finger on it forced her to shut up. Was he truly afraid of being left alone? Did he think they'd separate again?

But there it was once more, the fuzzy feeling every time she was the focus of his undivided attention. The mysterious warmth that enveloped her when he was that close, when she was caught off guard. Although she knew there was no mystery there, she knew the reason behind the phenomenon, definitely knew how to spell the word that explained it all.

It had been easy falling for that mess of a man, there was no one in the word that was immune to Luffy's charm. The man had the whole world in his hands, always captivating people everywhere he went with his simplicity. But admitting that… Admitting that had been hard.

And there wasn't a time where Nami didn't have to fight the urge of finally reaching, of finally closing the gap. Maybe I can do it today?

"Then what is it, Captain?" she leaned in, her lips almost brushing against his and let herself hope he wouldn't push her away.

Luffy stared at her lips, her eyes, and then her lips again.

She wondered if Luffy had ever kissed anyone. And if he did, how would he kiss? How would it feel— her lips on his? Would it be like kissing a rubber? That’d definitely be weird. Would she find out today? Why couldn’t she close the gap?

Afraid. You’re afraid this would change everything.

And losing Luffy would be like a nightmare. It would be suffocating the same way she felt when working on her maps for Arlong in that lonely room.

But Luffy had another idea in mind. There was almost no one as straightforward as him and he made the decision for her.

Oh.

It felt like rubber and she finally satiated her curiosity, but for some reason it wasn’t weird. It was a simple peck on her lips, gentle and chaste. Maybe that answered her question, maybe he hasn’t kissed anyone yet and her heart soared as she thought she might be the first one, feeling like a little girl again.

He indeed had the world and her heart in his hands.

Luffy moved away a bit, his owlish eyes piercing hers, studying her reaction. It had been so quick, so fleeting, but her lips tingled. And that was so unfair because she wanted more but had no idea if she could ask for it. She was a greedy witch, but this was way more dangerous than money and bets.

But then he dived in again, this time with a hand on her neck and the other on her hip, squeezing and making her open her mouth in protest. She felt the tip of his tongue and felt his hesitation. He was unsure of what to do despite his initiative. It was sweet and endearing, but she remembered how greedy she was. And Luffy was her treasure much like her gold and maps.

Hands tangling in the hair on the back of his neck, the growl he let out making her pull him closer, as much closer they could be. Her tongue brushed against his and it’s really all downhill from there.

When she broke the kiss, who knows how much time later, she looked at him, trying to make him see that she wanted to know the answer to her question.

His big toothy smile told her he was about to assure her everything was okay, but he actually didn’t need to. Everything was always okay when he was around, even with his shenanigans, even after he almost destroyed two weeks’ worth of work.

""It's not about the maps! I just don't wanna sail without you, Nami!"

#lunami #luffy x nami #monkey d. luffy #cat burglar nami #one piece #opfanfic #fic prompts #lunamars writes

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the-wonder-wall · 3 years

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Rules:

1. I'm pretty new to this. I'm fine with constructive criticism, but please don't be mean. If we start a thread or something please tell me if you no longer wanna continue or something. Please don't assume what my character will or won't do. I'm still learning roleplay etiquette so please tell me if something bothers you. Overall just please be respectful. Please do not godmod it sounds lame

2. Communicating out of character is cool and even encouraged. It'd be easier to establish things even! Feel free to ask questions or tell me if I did something to anger you so we can work it out

3. No minors please, it makes me really uncomfortable.

4. Please tell me what you do or don't want as there's a possibility I'll get NSFW or write about triggering topics. There's not really anything that triggers me besides trypophobia. I never want to trigger anyone so I needa know what to avoid as I tend to gravitate towards darker topics when given the ok.

5. When I say dark topics, I do mean dark topics. I do tag accordingly however. My tags look like this as an example: tw noncon

6. Writing these topics does not mean I condone them. I will never force anyone to write them with me, but please be aware that some of my muses have pasts including but not limited to rape and abuse. If you want to rp with these muses I need to know ahead of time if I should avoid a topic. I'm sure we can work something out

7. My mental health keeps me quite busy. I promise I'm not ignoring you if I stop replying or something. I'll let you know if my intention is to end a thread thingy

8. I reserve the right to change my rules as needed

9. I don't mind trying new things. I'm ok with most subjects, I recommend just asking me if I'd be comfortable writing it :)

10. In real life I am pansexual and polyamorous and that does tend to rub off into characters so don't be shy if you're hoping to ship with my muses. Some of them will take more time than others though. It depends on their personality tbh.

11. I like to thank people for following me back, I do this in the form of an ask and I do not care whether you answer it or not. It's just something I like to do

12. Crossover and oc friendly, but let's talk first. Please don't be shy!

13. NSFW stuff is tagged as Spicy, slightly NSFW stuff is tagged as Slight Spice. This way I can actually find what I'm looking for since tumble likes to hide posts I tag as nsfw from the search blog on my blog

#rules

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the-mad-starker · 5 years

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Hear me out... Peter is so eager to please Tony, like he practically builds his worth off of his ability to please everyone else. So when Tony gives him an order in the bedroom, and Peter realizes he can’t do it and safewords out or messes it up, it really affects him. Like he just... breaks. Like the idea that he failed Tony/made him disappointed just wrecks Peter so Tony spends the rest of the night with lots of love and aftercare, praising and reassuring Peter that it’s ok and he loves him ❤️

So, I normally take around forever to fill a prompt (I have about 20? And I’ve been dead past couple months) but! This one hit me cause I’ve been in such a sad/angsty/fluff mood so here we go.

Notes: edging, hurt/comfort, praise kink (?) fluff, probably tons of typos cause 5am…

AO3 Link

Length: 2.5k

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Peter has had the biggest crush on Mr. Stark since he first lays eyes on him. Inexperienced and a bit naive, Peter never thinks that Tony would reciprocate his feelings. That’s okay, Peter knows Tony’s way out of his league so it’s just nice to fantasize. Maybe just look at the older man and admire everything about him.

His commanding presence. His devil may care smile. Even the hints of silver at his temples makes Peter’s heart quicken and his cheeks flush.

So, he never thinks that while he’s looking at the older man that Tony would ever look back at him.

Peter almost has a goddamn heart attack when Tony presses up against him in the lab. Strong, dexterous fingers thread through his hair, then a gentle tug so that Peter turns his face towards his mentor.

A sweet kiss is pressed to his lips even while Peter stammers out, “M-Mr. Stark, I… I’ve never…”

Tony’s sharp brown eyes, dark with what Peter eventually learns is desire.

“But you want it, don’t you?” He murmurs, voice low and inviting. “You want me? Or were all those bedroom eyes you made at me just for show…?”

Peter’s breath hitches in his chest. He’s embarrassed but turned on because knowing Mr. Stark knows about his puppy love…

“I want it,” Peter replies, breathlessly and oh, so eager. “Please, Mr. Stark, I'll… I want to be yours…”

The older man smiles and corrects gently, “Tony, sweetheart. Unless I tell you to call me Mr. Stark.”

The implication makes Peter’s eyes grow wide.

“Tony…” He murmurs before the older man steals his breath away with a gentle kiss

“You don’t have to do anything,” Tony tells him when they pull apart. “This isn’t a job that requires a resume… I’ll show you everything you want to know.” His mouth curves into a sly grin. “You’re a quick learner, aren’t you?”

He knows Tony’s just teasing him but he can’t help but lean into the other’s embrace, brown eyes locked on his own.

“Yeah,” Peter says and it comes out in as a breathless plea. His eyes are fixed on Tony’s mouth and he just wants the older man to kiss him again.

“Good boy,” Tony smiles before he does exactly what Peter wants and kisses him senseless.

–

His first serious relationship and his partner is the man of his dreams. Peter works hard to keep Tony satisfied and the older man is so generous and sweet to him.

Peter blushes with every gift that Tony gives him. He melts every time they kiss. He’s already been in love with the man for years but with his affections returned, Peter enters a whole nee level of bliss.

His mentor is patient with him and never goes farther than what Peter’s comfortable with. He knows he’s lucky that Tony is so good to him and it becomes one of his biggest fears that Tony will one day realize Peter’s not good enough.

He never tells these things to the older man. Instead, he quietly confesses his worries to his best friends who often reassure him that Tony, according to Peter’s own words, isn’t like that. Their words help for a time, but what really helps are Tony’s words of praise.

Tony’s taken to calling him sweet names like baby, sweetheart, darling, and each time, Peter’s heart just wants to burst out of his chest.

It’s not all sweetness, though. There’s a fire between them that gets Peter hot just by thinking about Tony’s eyes on him. He entered the relationship a virgin and now… Now, he’s not exactly an expert but he’s definitely learning from one. Tony teaches him about his own body and the pleasure he can derive from it and it's… amazing. Perfect.

It often leaves Peter a mess, gasping and eyelashes fluttering as he tries to regain his breath. Tony’s just so good at it that it makes Peter want to be better, too.

Tony teaches him with the same kind of patience as everything else and it’s so sweet… It’s perfect. Peter’s perfect because Tony can’t get enough of him and he’s good. He does everything Tony asks of him during their games and he’s a good boy.

It’s another session between them and Peter’s laid out on the bed. There isn’t a stitch of clothing on him and Tony’s above him, completely dressed with one leg pressed between Peter’s trembling thighs.

“Nng…” Peter moans, hips hitching up so he can rub his bare cock against Tony’s clothed erection.

“Feels good like this, yeah?” Tony’s voice sends a shiver throughout his body.

Peter could only respond with short, breathless, “Yeah… yeah… so good…”

He feels Tony slip a hand between their bodies and arches his back when it wraps around his cock. Blunt teeth nibble on his earlobe and Peter whimpers, the sharp tug sending pleasure directly to his twitch cock.

“I got an idea,” Tony then says. There’s a certain tone he uses that Peter’s almost trained to respond to. It’s a low, husky sound that sounds teasing, as though Tony knows Peter’s always game to try anything he wants. It’s true, anyway.

“Mm?” Peter encourages, eyes hooded but his focus is always on Tony.

“Have you tried edging, sweetheart?” Tony asks while he continues to jerk Peter off. It takes a second for the boy to think because Tony’s hand feels so good.

“Ah… I-I think so,” Peter says.

He tries to recall if he ever did but his mind fogs over, greedy for pleasure instead of being put to work. He’s definitely heard of it but hasn’t really tried it. He’s often too busy to dedicate the kind of time that particular exercise takes.

“You wanna give it a try?” Tony offers with a sharp smile.

His eyes travel down Peter’s body, his gaze alone leaves trails of fire in their wake. Peter’s cock only gets harder beneath his stare. The older man always makes him feel so desirable… So sexy…

“Yeah,” Peter readily agrees. “You know I’ll do it…”

Tony rewards him with a hungry kiss and when he pulls away, Peter chases after him. A firm hand pushes him back down onto the bed. Peter lands with a huff, but he likes it. He loves the way Tony handles him.

“You’d look so pretty for me…” Tony muses, “all desperate and begging for me to let you come… How many times do you think I should bring you to the edge, only to have you teetering there… Unable to come until I say so…”

The thought is so arousing that Peter thinks he can come just by listening to Tony’s voice.

All he says is a breathy, “Please…”

“Okay, baby,” Tony smirks, “don’t come until I tell you to. Think you can do that for me?”

“Mm…” Peter moans, already looking forward to it.

For the next thirty minutes, Tony continues to play with him. Peter is so hot and eager for it, shamelessly writhing on top of the older man’s sheets. A pretty flush travels down his neck and chest, every muscle trembling as he keeps himself in check.

Right away, Peter knows it won’t be easy. He may be decades younger than his lover, but his stamina still needs work. Of course, Tony keeps an eye on him and he seems to know when Peter gets close. His tight, lube slick hand works Peter’s cock in perfect strokes, pushing the boy closer and closer to that perfect release.

Peter almost forgets what they’ve planned, he just gets so caught up in the feelings running rampant inside him.

“Tony–” he groans, gritting his teeth.

The pressure is suddenly gone and he cries out, his cock bobbing pathetically in the air.

“Not until I say,” Tony reminds him.

He bites back a whine because he did agree, after all. Once Tony decides he’s ready again, he starts working Peter over. The build up comes faster each time and every time Tony stops, Peter is one step closer to losing it.

Second time, Peter thrown an arm over his face, unable to stop the soft whines he makes when Tony stops. It feels like his balls are permanently pulled up to his body ready to shoot at any moment if Tony just lets him…

It gets worse when Tony actually pushes a finger inside him by the third time. Peter’s toes curl and he’s clutching into the older man. He’s only capable of saying his name at this point.

“Tony…” he groans, helpless, “A-ahh… T-Tony…”

“Just one more, sweetheart … One more,” Tony coos into his red tinged ear. He nibbles the soft flesh, sharp teeth providing just the right amount of distraction.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby…” Tony murmurs and the words… oh, Peter actually sobs when he hears them because it makes him feel so good…

“One more time,” Tony promises, a hint of pride in his voice.

Peter nods erratically. His cock is so hard that it hurts but it’s such a sweet pain… One more and Tony will let him come. It’ll be worth it… Peter’s stamina needs work and for Tony to be happy with him… All worth it…

Then to Peter’s dismay, Tony pulls away. Before he can protest, the older man settles between Peter’s legs and drops to his elbows. He stares up at Peter who trembles just from the sheer sight of him, his smirking lips hovering right over his swollen cock.

Tony’s going to–

Before Peter can say anything, the older man slips his mouth over the boy’s sensitive cockhead and sucks.

Besides an almost pained sound, Peter comes without warning. Every muscle in his body seizes as he unloads all the pent up frustration that built up over the last hour. He floods Tony’s mouth with his come and ends up greedily sucking in air when the worst of it is over.

He fucked up.

In the aftermath, there are tears in his eyes and he whimpers in mortification. The warm, tight heat of Tony’s mouth disappears and with it gone, Peter tries to curl in on himself. He doesn’t even want to look Tony in the eye because while it was the best orgasm he’s had so far, he’s upset with himself for fucking up the entire game.

“Pete…?” Tony sounds so concerned that it only makes the boy even more upset.

A gentle hand settles on his bare shoulder and Peter stiffens but doesn’t want to shrug it off. He craves comfort and Tony’s words of praise but having failed so miserably, he doesn’t deserve them.

“Baby…” Tony’s voice is soft and gentle like Peter hadn’t proven just how bad he is. Those strong loving hands pull the boy’s hands from his face. “Was it too much? Sweetheart, I’m sorry–”

Tony apologizing only makes it worse in Peter’s head cause the older man didn’t do anything wrong. Peter did.

“No,” Peter hiccups and he's… he’s crying?

There are tears in his eyes and he can’t seem to stop. He’s immediately pulled into the older man’s arms, his head tucked beneath Tony’s chin. Tony runs his hand through Peter’s hair and it helps… It makes Peter feel cared for, cherished… Loved.

It’s quiet for a moment while Tony giving him some time to wind down.

“Baby, sweetheart… Talk to me, please,” Tony almost pleads with him, “What happened?”

Peter bites his lip. His face feels hot so he hides it in the man’s chest.

“I came…” he whispers, reminding Tony what he did wrong, “I wasn't… I wasn’t supposed to.”

Tony doesn’t stop petting his hair nor does he pull away. Then he feels Tony move, feels his breath catch in his chest when the older man kisses the top of his head.

“It’s okay that you did,” Tony then says, “I did play dirty…”

Peter shakes his head though. Tony’s trying to comfort him, trying to shift the blame to himself.

“I wasn’t good…” Peter says quietly. “I should've–”

“Hey… hey,” Tony protests, pulling away so he could look in Peter’s eyes. “You’re always good, Pete. That– All that stuff we do, it’s just to explore and learn about each other, okay?”

Peter’s lips press together, about to shake his head.

Tony cups his face in his palm though and he looks so earnest when he says, “You’re good, Peter, you’re so good to me. I only want to do those things if you want to, okay? What matters the most to me is that you’re enjoying it.”

“I do want to,” Peter answers, “I just… I don’t want to mess up… I want to be perfect for you, Tony…”

“Baby, you are perfect,” Tony tells him. “It doesn’t matter what happens when we play those games, you're… Everything you do, I’m just happy to be with you, okay? Happy that I can teach you and make you feel good… God, I love that I can make you feel good…”

Is it really that simple…?

Peter wants to keep denying it. He still feels terrible but Tony’s looking at him with such sincerity that it chips away at his doubts. He nods with some hesitation but then Tony’s lips split into a smile at his acceptance.

“How about we clean up, hmm?” Tony suggests softly, “we can have a nice soak in the tub… Cuddle up together and watch a movie?”

“What about…?” Peter hedges when he realizes Tony spent the last hour pleasuring him and not getting anything in return.

“If it happens, it happens,” Tony says with a shrug, “But for now…. I think I just wanna hold you. Is that okay?”

It sounds so nice… Just being held by his lover.

“Always…” Peter mumbles before sighing against Tony’s chest. He could feel the steady, reassuring beat of Tony’s heart beneath his ear.

True to his word, Tony does hold him for the rest of the night. He also pampers him, showering him with affection and love. The pet names come in abundance as do the soft sweet kisses that he lays on Peter’s lips, his jaw, his cheek… Butterfly kisses, over and over until Peter’s smiling, turning his face to try to catch each one on his lips.

Whispers in his ear about how lucky Tony is to have him. How much he loves Peter. More than the moon, the stars, the nanites in his reactor. Peter’s face is flushed pink from the declarations but he soaks it up.

A new pet name is added to the list that night and the first time Tony calls him, “my love” Peter almost cries again. At least this time, it’s from sheer happiness.

As they’re cuddled close together, Peter can’t help but really look at Tony Stark. He’s still in awe, still just as much in love now as he was before. To him, Tony is loving and sweet… Gentle and so, so passionate. Perfect… And the way Tony holds him, nuzzles against his neck he knows Tony thinks the same of him.

Peter smiles and tugs Tony’s arm over his chest. He snuggles closer, no longer paying attention to the movie, and just breathes in Tony’s scent and listens to the rhythm of his heart.

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