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immersed-in-mischief · 3 years

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Prince Charming (Loki x Female Reader)- Part 2

I was too excited to wait any longer before posting part 2! This part is pretty long but it didn’t feel right to split it anywhere. Over 3k words!

Summary: Things with Chaos begin to develop pretty quickly now that Loki his preoccupied with is new girl.

Warnings: none, just fluff

"Nice of you to join us, Sleeping Beauty!”

10 minutes late. Chaos had certainly accepted the challenge, alright. The sun was already peeking through the building outside your window when the two of you called it a night. Could it still be calling it a night when it wasn’t night anymore though? You had lost track of time in the shower replaying the conversation over again. The lack of hot water quickly brought you back to reality and you grabbed the closest outfit you could reach and threw your hair up in a bun as you raced to the conference room. You noticed Loki giving you a confused stare from across the table. He pretended to pay attention while typing a message out to you from his tablet.

L.Laufeyson: You’re staring off into space and grinning like a mad man. Stop it. It makes you look creepy.

You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him when Rogers turned his back to face the screen.

Who are you calling creepy? I know you only pay attention to the parts about hostile takedowns. Maybe I just really enjoy 7am mission briefings. You don’t know me as well as you think you do Mischief!

When Tony shared a look between you and Loki from his end of the table, you both put the tablets down and made a better attempt to pay attention. You tried to quietly hide your yawn. Maybe you could sneak in a nap later since you hadn’t actually gotten a wink of sleep.

Over the next few weeks, you not only talked to Chaos every night you weren’t away for a mission, the two of you had begun to exchange a few messages throughout the day as well when you both weren’t busy with work. Since you weren’t really hanging out with Loki much anymore, it was a welcomed distraction. You had come across him on his phone on several occasions with his book carelessly discarded somewhere nearby. He always seemed to get frustrated with you when you interrupted his reading so this girl must really be special to him. One afternoon, you swore you heard him sigh after putting his phone away. It felt like a punch to the gut. If he even noticed that you hadn’t had one of your movie nights or dinners together in nearly a month, it didn’t seem to bother him. It just gave you more excuses to return the flirtatious advances from Chaos. You couldn’t say that you were really fighting it all that hard though. It may have started out as a distraction, but it felt really good to feel wanted by someone again. Being head over heels for your best friend, coworker, and pretty much roommate makes dating kind of difficult.

With Rogers away on a mission, you cut training a few minutes short to hurry back to your room. A huge grin slowly spread to see the light in the corner of your tablet flashing. Even though it was hard, you resisted the huge to check the message and made yourself shower and change first. Once you were changed into your pajamas for the night, you curled up on the corner of the sofa in your room and slid the screen on.

Dove, I know you won’t see this until late this evening, but I didn’t want to wait another second to tell you that I truly missed our talks the last several nights while I was away. I’m anxiously counting down the minutes until you arrive home from work. You’ve quickly become my favorite part of my day

This guy knew exactly what to say to make you swoon. Part of you was glad he couldn’t see how often he made you blush. You noticed the message was sent just before you returned to your room and Chaos was still logged in.

What if you didn’t have to wait until late this evening?

The fact that he was immediately responding made you smile. Although it was foolish to believe the guy would be staring at the computer waiting for you, it still gave you butterflies when he was so eager to talk to you.

I’d say that’s the best news I’ve heard all day. Not that I’m not excited to see you online, but don’t you still have a few hours of work left, darling?

Grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch, you snuggled up on the couch with the charger for your tablet placed within reach.

Boss is out of town, so I cut out early today. Curling up at home to watch the rain while talking to my favorite person sounded better anyways 😉

Your secret is safe with me. Rainy afternoons curled up with a good book is on my list of favorite things, though speaking with you might have recently taken a higher position on said list. Would it be too forward of me to say that I would rather spend a rainy afternoon like this by your side instead of speaking through an electronic device?

There it goes again. You feel the heat on your cheeks as you bite your lip to control the grin on your face.

Were you really on a business trip or were you just spending time thinking of things to say to make me blush? Not that I’m complaining really. To answer your question, no it wouldn’t be too forward. I was thinking the same just now actually…

You always know how to make me laugh. Unfortunately, I’m not that smooth. I truly was away for business. I can’t help but wonder now how often I cause a blush to form on your cheeks. Maybe that will be my new mission, though it would not be a fruitful endeavor without seeing it in person. I’m sure it’s adorable

Not that smooth? I beg to differ! The number of times you make me absolutely swoon tells a different story. In order to keep my dignity, I won’t disclose what that number actually is at the moment. Let’s just say you must read classical literature and Shakespeare on a regular basis because it shows. Enough of my blushing and swooning! So, Chaos, if we were to be face to face on a rainy afternoon like this, how would we spend it? Not that I am assessing your dating skills or anything… or am I?

The fact that I make you blush and swoon often is quite flattering actually. I was raised somewhat old-fashioned I guess you could say. I was taught that a woman should be treated as a princess and that anything less is disrespectful. I guess you could thank my mother for that. If I’m being completely transparent, you tend to cause me to “blush and swoon” quite often as well, Dove. The feelings you stir within me make it nearly impossible to not let a smile grace my lips at the very thought of you…

Now that I’m sure I have a blush once again residing on your cheeks, I believe you inquired about my dating skills in a not-so-subtle way… Given the honor to have you accompany me on a date on a rainy afternoon such as this, I would say that a visit to a secondhand bookstore would be in order. I of course have a few around the city I like to frequent already. I would enjoy the opportunity to discover what books captured your attention and compare our favorites. Once we had found a few treasures and picked out at least one for the other to enjoy, we would find a place to sit and converse, just like we do here already. A quiet corner of a coffee shop would be a preferred place of mine. It would give us the chance to people watch as well. We could even make up stories about their lives and what we thought their day had entailed. If you didn’t feel it to be too intimate for such a date, I wouldn’t be opposed to finding a quiet place to curl up together to watch the rain and sit and read together.

I admit that I’m now quite curious, Darling. How does my answer fair in your assessment that you may or may not be performing on my ability to court?

You reread his answer a few times before you remembered that you now needed to write back. How could you be so flustered over….words? Now seemed like a good time to run to the kitchen for a snack. Something told you that you had already decided exactly how you wished to spend your evening.

As you made yourself a hot tea and let yourself imagine what a date like that with him would be like, you looked up to see Nat and Wanda standing there staring at you.

“I’m sorry. What did you say?”

They shared a look before turning back to you.

“Nat, I think our girl just literally floated into the room. She also hasn’t stopped smiling for days now. Could it possibly have anything to do with this mystery guy that you keep dashing away to talk to on your tablet possibly?”

Wanda and Nat laughed as they stood and waited for their answer. Nat was even more forward.

“It’s no secret. You charge that tablet nearly three times a day now. When are you just going to meet him already? You obviously are already completely smitten with each other. It’s written all over your face and if he is making you look like this all of the time, he must be pretty dreamy.”

You willed the kettle to heat up faster to escape this conversation.

“I don’t know. Maybe we will meet up at some point, but things are pretty great right now. What if we meet in person and there is no chemistry?”

Nat came and put a hand on either cheek, holding your head in her hands.

“Sweetie, if this guy was enough to help you forget that you are madly in love with your best friend, then there is zero chance that you two lack chemistry.”

They both laughed at the shocked look on your face. Wanda patted you on the shoulder and whispered as she walked by.

“Yeah, we know about that too. You don’t hide the way you stare at him very well. The only person who can’t see your feelings is Loki.”

Squeezing the bridge of your nose out of frustration, you whispered under your breath.

“Are there no secrets in this building?!”

Wanda seemed to get an idea and turned back around before leaving the kitchen.

“The costume party! That’s how you can meet him in person! Invite him to Tony’s costume party next week. If you don’t feel it in person, you will be in disguise anyways since it’s a masquerade ball! It’s perfect! Your own little fairy tale!”

Just as Nat got excited as well, you put a stop to it.

“Absolutely not! That is so cliché even for you two! Plus, I’m not meeting him for the first time in the lion’s den. That’s just cruel. Get over it. I am not inviting him to Tony’s party, end of discussion.”

“Inviting who?”

Your head whipped around to see Loki standing at the edge of the kitchen. His wet hair formed soft curls against his shoulders and left damp spots on the tight t-shirt that hugged him in all the right places. The sweatpants that hug low on his hips didn’t help stop your breath from quickening. You felt frozen under his gaze.

“Who are you not inviting, Bug?”

Before you could answer, Nat spoke up.

“Her new Boy Toy…”

You shot a warning glare to her before turning back to Loki in time to catch the smirk form on his lips.

“Boy Toy? Is that who has been stealing you away from me? Well then, sit by me tonight for movie night and you can tell me why exactly he is not being invited to Tony’s party.”

“I uh… I can’t tonight.”

He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at you.

“Come on Ladybug. I haven’t seen you in days and we both know we haven’t had a movie night in ages. Don’t you love me anymore?”

You unsuccessfully hid the squeak that escaped at his question. The pout he gave you told you that he was joking and not actually acknowledging the fact that you had been head over heels for him for way longer than should be allowed. Just as you tried to come up with anything at all to say, Wanda covered for you.

“She has a date with the Boy Toy.”

He seemed to accept that answer.

“Fine. But I expect you to attend the next one, Bug. Better not keep the Boy Toy waiting now.”

As he turned to head into the living room, the kettle started to whistle, and you let out a sigh of relief. When you finished making your tea and grabbing enough snacks to not have to leave your room anymore tonight, you turned to face them one more time.

“You two better help me find a damn good costume… I can’t believe I’m going to do this.”

They giggled and high fived as you shook your head. On the way back to your room, your mind drifted back to Loki. It was time to move on. At the mention of you dating someone, there was zero trace of jealously or emotion in his face. He didn’t see you like that and he never would. You had a guy that showed genuine interest in you and freely let you know as well. There was no wondering if Chaos wanted something more with you than a casual chat online. Meeting a stranger in person couldn’t be any safer than in a high security tower surrounded by the Avengers.

You took a sip of your tea and smiled at the flashing light on the tablet on the couch beside you.

I hope your silence isn’t an indication of a poor assessment…

Sorry! No not at all! I just stepped away for a minute to get something to eat. Although it is fun to make you sweat it out a little…

To say I’m relieved is an understatement, Dove. I thought maybe I had made you uncomfortable earlier.

Quite the opposite actually. It sounds like the perfect date to be honest. I’m quite the cuddler when given the chance. In fact, I’m curled up with a blanket and a hot tea as we speak…

Then I shall be jealous of said blanket and mug since they get to cuddle with you instead of me… Since we appear to both have the same thoughts as to what constitutes the perfect date, does that mean you find my skills adequate?

I suppose… 😊

So, Chaos, if you’ve already put thought into the two of us on a date, does that mean that you might want more than just exchanging messages online?... now I’m the one worried about being too forward!

As the bubbles appeared and you waited for a response, you started to regret being so blunt with your questioning.

Darling, I’ve wanted that longer than I care to admit, so no you are not being too forward. I’ve thought about breaching the subject of meeting you in person for some time but could never gather the courage to do so. I’ve honestly never had a connection with someone truly as strong as I feel with you. Is a face-to-face meeting something you might want as well?

Absolutely. I’ve been nervous to bring it up too. I didn’t want to assume that the connection was mutual and end up embarrassing myself. I’ve made the mistake in the past of letting my heart get involved to find out too late that those feelings were not returned. It’s not something I wish to go through more than once.

Dove, I can assure you that is not the case with me. I assure you that any feelings you may have developed are returned tenfold. I have never seen your face or heard your voice, yet you have my heart… Does this mean I will soon get the opportunity to see the effects of this blushing and swooning you speak of with my own eyes?

That is really good to hear and I guess I need to start hiding such effects now… So … there is a reason for my line of questioning actually…

Oh? It that so? Please continue…

I’ve actually been given an invitation to a party at Stark Tower next weekend being hosted by the Avengers. Since we did meet in an Avengers chat room, it seems kind of poetic that we meet up at an event hosted by them.

It really is poetic isn’t it? I’m aware of the event you speak of though I hadn’t planned on attending. I would be willing to reconsider however if I knew that you were in attendance as well. Is it a masquerade ball in fact, is it not?

Yes, everyone attending is expected to be in costume. If I was not only in attendance, but there as your date, would it be enough to help you reconsider?...

More than enough, My Love.

Well, it’s a date then 😊

It would be my honor, Dove. There is still one matter to discuss. If we are both in costume, how exactly will I know when I’ve found you?

Would it be too cliché to attend as Cinderella and Prince Charming? It is a ball after all.

Not at all. In fact, I find it to be quite a romantic gesture to meet my princess for the first time dressed as her Prince Charming. You deserve to have your fairy tale moment, Darling.

So, it’s settled then. Next Saturday. Do you need me to get you put on the guest list?

That won’t be necessary. You aren’t the only one with connections, Love.

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rumblelibrary · 3 years

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Hello,

Can you do a zemo or Laszlo x reader where he is helping the reader get away from an abusive boyfriend?

Also happy (late) birthday!!! 🎁 🎉💐

Acceptance [Dr Laszlo Kreizler x Reader]

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: mention of abuse

A/N: I had to do Laszlo, mostly because I feel like Zemo's way with you in an abusive relationship would be like: consoling you while accidentally getting your ex murdered.

Laszlo was quietly dictating to you while you typed quickly onto your typewriter. You were his private secretary and you helped him with correspondence and noting down ideas and reflections during his sessions or while he planned a new article or book.

You loved your job, you learned so much and your vision of the world broadened widely since you met with the alienist.

Somebody that wasn't happy with this arrangement was your fiancé. Your engagement was going on from few months but he courted you a lot before, your father adored him because of his military background and your mother would have prepared you to move into his house in a second just because of his last name.

You weren't deeply in love with him from the beginning but at least he gave you the feeling that you could earn some happiness, some kinship maybe with time.

But then the twist of fate, your friend Sara found you this job opportunity at the Institute and you begun enlarging your circle of friends and then Dr Kreizler taught you a lot about human mind, about what is instinct and what is feeling, about how some ideas that they put in your mind were just the easy way out to complex questions about women’s bodes or human mind.

He trusted you and you trusted him.

You fiancé seemed unsettled by the situation and often gave out remarks on how Kreizler kept you out at ungodly hours and it wasn’t respectable for your name and how you should be more careful. You found Dr Kreizler an handsome and interesting man from the moment you shared the first courtesies, so you didn't feel like getting mad at your boyfriend since you had a little pin of guilt in you, even if in reality nothing ever happened beside a very good friendship, but in such times even that could be seen as too much and you, being you, knew perfectly how your mind travelled discreetly toward the handsome doctor.

The situation with your partner started quickly deteriorating, your family admired him so much and saw him as the perfect candidate for you that they didn't even consider something could be going wrong. When you slowly begun to put together how he talked to you, the words he used to address you started striking in, from remarks to proper insults until they felt like a judgment given from above to you. You talked about it with your parents but they justified him. He probably meant it to 'wake you up'. You're too sensitive. He is a hard man, he probably means it in the best way and you're overreacting.

When words became actions, you didn't know who could you talk to so you kept quiet.

Under the heavy cloths of the victorian Era your shameful secret was guarded, the tickling clock toward your wedding day felt more and more like being condemned to life sentence in prison.

"Damn"

You hissed as you typed the last sentence wrong and you had to do it all over again.

"Y/N" Laszlo said as he leaned his head on side, cursing from you was rare if not completely unexpected.

"I apologise doctor, we can keep going and I will adjust it alone, I don't want to rob you of your time"

It was a tendency that you took up lately to be a bit too much apologetic. You apologised for everything, he almost expected you to be apologising for breathing. Which wasn't healthy but he promised himself not to be his usual alienist self with you and start analysing every change.

But he hated to see you like this, you were disappearing for some reason. You brought sunshine in the Institute and in his office, you decorated your desk with your favourite items and colours and he missed to see them, to see you express yourself, your smile, your questions always giving him the chance to rethink, to revise theories he gave as granted.

"Come, stand up" Laszlo said as you looked up at him surprised but he was already walking away so you had to follow up.

He guided you out of the office and up over the stairs, you climbed more and more behind him huffing because of the clothing giving you little space for movement until you arrived to an heavy door that Dr Kreizler opened with a key he kept in his pocket alongside with others.

Little it took you to understand you were on the roof of the Institute, the cold breeze hitting on you as he held the door open for you and you came out with him. It wasn't too cold, the sun was still up in the late afternoon.

"I hoped you'd like to talk to me here, I lock this place because kids would come here and it is not too safe, but i often come up here to reflect"

You nodded slowly as you stared at the buildings and then at him again.

"I am fine"

He stared at you as he leaned his head on side as he leaned over the edge of the roof in a relaxed sitting position, the wind blowing lightly his perfectly combed hair "Take your time"

"Dr Kreizler, I really don't"

"We agreed about you calling me Laszlo, did I do anything to have you taking this privilege away?"

You stared at him, breath clung into your chest.

"No, it is not that, it is, well, it is not easy with my fiancé, I mean to have me working for a man and call you by your first name is not, well, appropriate”

He stared at you as he could tell it was a truth, but it wasn't enough.

"Did he want to call off the engagement? I can talk to him, reassure him that nothing happened and of my integrity toward you and the absolute respect you ever had toward your profession"

He said as you bit the inside of your cheek, but you tried to hide it.

"I think it is not needed"

"So it wouldn't be enough for him, that's what you mean?"

You almost chocked on air because it was true, it was an hazard he did from that comment but the result made it worth it.

"Y/N" he said taking a deep breath in and moving closer to you “I am not here to tell you how to live your life, I am nobody’s counsellor about right choices”

You looked up as he was so close to you and he was staring directly to you.

“Don’t take this as me talking to you as an alienist or your chief, but as a friend who is deeply concerned about your current state”

He took a brief pause and the fact you were too afraid by that closeness to reply, it just showed how much there was underneath the surface.

“Nothing can’t be undone, not even an engagement” he finally said “It is some time that you’re not only distant and that’s since that ring appeared on your finger, but you’re also deeply sad and I am afraid to ask what is going on with your left shoulder to make you always wince when you lift even a pen”

You bit on your bottom lip as you trembled on the spot biting so hard, almost to the bleeding point until he pushed gently his hand to touch your jaw making you undo that silly torture onto yourself, the lump that you kept for month in your throat finally ready to be set free as you let to a sob of pure pain.

“I-I..”

He looked at you and smiled warmly, welcoming

“..I am so scared”

He leaned his hand on your back gently pulling you into a hug as you begun to cry like one of the kids in the Institute.

A cry made of heavy tears of fear, of loud uncontrollable sobs and your hands clasped over his jacket like for a dear of life.

“It is okay, I am here, you can stay here for the night and we will make everything alright”

His voice calm, warm like the home you daydreamed when imagined to have a family yourself.

“Doctor, I swear I am not lying”

“I know Y/N, I know, I believe you” he said as he gently held you resting his hand on your back, gently caressing you into warm circles “You are being so courageous to do this first step, no fear now, I won’t let you live another day like this”

“But”

“I told you” he murmured looking down at you “I believe you”

You nodded as you finally accepted it, he could really help you, even if you said barely anything he saw it, he saw your pain and your pain could have been caused by a needle, an angry cat or an abusive man.

It didn’t matter, your pain was now his, and he won’t let you live with it any time soon.

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its-deputy-caleb · 3 years

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If you're feeling up to writing a bit of Mikey, could I please request him being an asshat to everyone and being told off by his S/O after he asks Jack if he wants to earn a dollar?

(You know the part where he says to ask Arthur about the stick up his butt?)

He's such a dickhead and I find myself telling the screen off when he does it! 😂

His S/O giving him a slap and a bollocking after he kicks Cain, then they fuss over Cain and force Micah to make friends with him.

I dunno, it's up to you 😂 You could write any scenario you want, I'll still love it 😘😘

i am always up to writing for a bit of mikey (that nickname is so cute) but ngl i had no idea how to write this or put this together. I watched the clips again so i could get it accurate but i changed it bc i didn't know if u wanted a happy ending or not but i hope i delivered <33 also u asked for either and i gave u both :)

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Clemens Point was a strange place with even stranger people. After leaving valentine in a hurry it seems the entire gang was on edge and ready to blow like a stick of dynamite. It seems having to act like upstanding heartfelt citizens to the Grays and the Braithwaites has meant everyone is that aggravated and pent up.

On more than one occasion you’d seen Sadie lose it when Pearson got to pushy with chores and it seems Abigail and John couldn’t stand to have a normal conversation for five minutes before one of them broke. It wasn’t much better with Dutch and Hosea who were constantly disagreeing on the right moves for the gang, although they were much more civil about it.

You did your best to keep out of everyone’s way, to avoid the confrontation but knowing your luck you’d end up getting involved one way or another.

You were returning to camp one sweltering hot afternoon with Sadie after you finished collecting the gang’s weekly stock from the general store. You were only half listening to the hustle around the camp as you were too busy listening to Sadie tell you all about Pearson’s dear aunt Cathy. You stepped off the wagon and headed to the back to start unloading some of the supplies when the sound of Micah’s voice could be heard talking to Jack.

“How’d ya like to earn a dollar?”

His voice with thick with malice as he hunched over the wooden table. In Micah’s hands was a silver nickel that he fiddled with between his fingers, much like you’d seen of him do with his knife. Your eyes found Jack who was almost reluctant to get anywhere near the man who you knew scared him. However, being the innocent child that he was his eyes lit up at the sight of something shiny.

“A dollar? Sure.”

You carried the heavy bag of potatoes over to Pearson’s wagon as you went back for another round of supplies but you kept the boy in the corner of your eye.

“Well…go on up to old Arthur Morgan, ask him about the pole he’s got stuck up his ass and I’ll give ya a dollar.”

Micah’s face lit up in a smirk, his accent thick and his typical evil giggle falling from his mouth. He sat back on the chair, satisfied at the mischief he’s caused.

Before you could get anywhere Jack had run off to where Arthur was sitting in his tent, reading over a letter. You placed another round of ammunition into Strauss’ wagon, dropping it hastily and running as you saw Arthur walk right up to Micah with a murderous look in his eye.

“I’ll give you a dollar if you shut your—“

Arthur didn’t get to finish his insult before you stepped in front of him with a soft hand on his shoulder. You gave him a soft smile and a nod, quietly saying to your dear friend that you’d handle this.

With that you turned with your own look of anger directed to Micah. Everyone knew you loved him but they also knew you didn’t hesitate to call him out and get him to behave when you had to.

“Micah leave the damn boy alone!”

He scoffed like he wasn’t offended you didn’t defend him and instead chose to call him out. Micah’s hands came up in his signal of fake defeat as he slowly backed away from his place at the table, acting as if he was nothing more than the innocent bystander and not the one who nearly ended up on the ground with a broken nose for starting it.

You watched as Micah lingered around the edge of the camp, his eyes trained to yours as he lit a cigarette but you ignored him. Instead you walked over to Jack, smiling softly and taking his hand to lead him to the river’s edge.

“Common, why don’t we go see if we can find any beautiful rock on the sand, hmm? I’m sure your mother would love such a beautiful gift.”

Of course, it wasn’t more than a few days later when you ran into trouble again with Micah. You’d spent your time ignoring him mostly, instead choosing to go hunting with Charles and Arthur, practice your throwing knives with Javier and help teach Jack to read. You knew how badly it pissed Micah off to do things without him but he needed to understand that there was a way to treat people, especially with people you considered family.

You rolled up your sleeves, using your forearm to wipe the sweat from your forehead as you picked up the knife and started cutting carrots and potatoes for tonights stew.

“Are you a good boy? Yes you are! The best boy”

Your head came up to notice bill sitting against the log by the campfire, scratching under Cain’s chin and giving the energetic dog pats along the back. You couldn’t help but smile at the new addition to the gang and how happy it made you to see Bill less stressed. It seemed that having Cain made everyone feel more caring and loving.

All except Micah.

“You’re the fool that feed’s him Marion. He ain’t nothing more than a filthy mongrel and an extra mouth to feed.”

Micah had stood from his place on the opposite side of the campfire to antagonise Bill. A frustrated noise leaves you as you slam the knife down on the wooden bench, ready to storm over there and chew Micah’s ear off. You take a step forward only for Miss Grimshaw, who was working next to you, to grab your arm and stop you before you get any further.

“There is a time and a place dear, don’t make it worse.”

Of course you knew Susan was just trying to keep another argument from happening but you push past her when you see Micah inching towards Cain who had left his spot at Bill’s feet to hide by a wagon. In a split second decision you pick the knife you’re cooking with and use it like a throwing knife to get his attention. The knife swings through the air, not getting near anyone, it wasn’t like you actually wanted to stab Micah no matter how badly he could get on your nerves and watched as it got wedged into the tree behind him.

Micah’s head shot up, his foot moving away from Cain and stared dumbfounded and shocked, unused to seeing you so skilfully throw a knife but your practices paid off. You walked right into his personal space, taping your finger against his chest.

“Don’t. You. Dare”

Micah’s first response was to try and sweet-talk his way out of it like he always does but you were in no mood to deal with his slyness.

“Dare to do what sweetheart? Common now… weren’t gonna do nothin—“

Your hand came to give Micah a crisp slap across the cheek, apart of you was shocked that you’d even do such a thing but the other half of you was furious.

“Don’t underestimate for a minute that I won’t dump you right now and throw you out of camp Micah. I’m not some stranger you can sweet-talk when you get in trouble. I swear, if I see you go anywhere near Cain the knife isn’t going to hit the tree next time.”

Micah’s eyebrows shoot up in shock as you lecture him in front of almost the entire gang. Even Dutch put his book down when he heard your slap. He was lost for words, truely, having now other thought as he watched you walk away back to preparing tonights stew. He didn’t move from his place until he heard you whistle for Cain to sit by your feet, where he went and meandered off into the forest to give you space. All he knew was that he must have fucked up bad if you threatened to leave him.

A few hours later you’d managed to calm down, watching the sunset after Ms Grimshaw gave you the rest of the night off to relax at how pent up you were. Now sitting here you couldn’t help but feel like you may have over reacted but Micah had pushed your buttons one too many times and if Micah was going to listen to anyone it would be you. You let out a soft but hearty sigh as the tension and stress from your shoulders left with your breath. Your body relaxed against the tree and you watched the sun gently dip below the horizon.

It was well and truely dark before you heard the rustling of grass and the thud of someone sitting next to you. You thought it may have been Arthur coming to check on you but that thought died when arms wrapped around your waist and you felt Micah rest his chin on your shoulder, his stringy hair tickling your face at the gentle breeze.

“…M’ sorry…”

A very quiet and forced apology was pulled from Micah as he cuddled into you, mumbling it into your shoulder at the pain of actually having to apologise.

“Sorry won’t cut it Micah. You have to stop treating people that I care about— people that are family better.”

Micah sighs, the defeated, tired one that shows he’s willing to listen because no matter how badly he stirs up trouble, the thought of losing you is enough to have him turn his mind around.

“I know…gonna make it up to ya I promise.”

A soft and very cautious kiss is placed on your shoulder with Micah knowing he’s still not forgiven by you yet.

“You’re damn well gonna make it up to me. Firstly you’re apologising to Jack first thing tomorrow and secondly you need to pull your weight for this gang— and no I’m not talking about robbing another coach. To start you can sit on guard duty with me and you can wash my clothes.”

“I’ll just buy you new clothes”

You give Micah a death glare as you tilt your head to look at him. Instantly his teasing smirk leaves and his arms come to wrap tighter around your body, resting his hands on your stomach and intertwining your fingers.

“Alright, alright… guard duty ain’t so bad.”

You sit together for a while in a comfortable silence. All the energy from today had left you and you no longer had it in you to keep arguing. You’d hold Micah to his promise to do better but for now you leant back into his embrace and rested your head against his.

“Can I at least sleep in the tent tonight?”

You smiled softly as you hummed in contemplation just to tease him. Micah hadn’t come to sleep in your shared tent since the day he messed with Jack and both of you had missed each other despite the frustration and anger you had.

“Hmm, we’ll see.”

Micah thinks you’ve said no, panicking internally but is stopped when you turn your head and place a soft kiss to his cheek over the mark from where you’d slapped him not so long ago. It wasn’t the kiss that he wanted but he still needed to make it up to you before you gave him what he wanted.

You reached a soft hand up behind you, cradling his head and rubbing your thumb over his sore cheek.

“Is your cheek okay?”

Micah let out a gravelly noise, deep from his chest as he leaned into your hand.

“Ain’t gotta worry sweetheart, I’ve survived much worse”

You don’t get to reply when a tentative and cautious Cain makes his way over to the two of you. You pat your leg and he curls up beside you with his head resting on your leg and his tail thumbing, relaxed and happy.

Micah on the other hand was not relaxed or happy as he tensed up and moved away from the dog and you. If it wasn’t for your hand holding the back of his head he probably would’ve jumped away.

“Micah Cain isn’t going to hurt you, he just wants attention like you. See? No need to be afraid.”

To prove your point you reach a hand out and gently brush over his short, grey fur, watching as he perks up.

“I ain’t afraid!”

You would’ve believed him if you didn’t catch the waver in his voice but you knew. You knew after seeing him be spooked by the animal more than once around camp.

The hand that was still intertwined with his gently guided his hand pat Cain, letting him slowly get comfortable to him.

It took some time but finally Micah had gotten used to Cain enough to realise he was clearly not a threat. At some point Cain had moved over to Micah’s side, resting beside him as the night became later.

A yawn left you and you slowly sank into Micah’s embrace, your eyelids falling shut as you dozed, clearly exhausted.

Holding Micah to his promise was a job for tomorrow, but for now you let yourself fall asleep in his arms, the tent be damned.

#in the video micah is totally scared of cain #the man is terrified lmao #im also addicted to the nickname mikey now #adroable #and ignore the errors i have not edited this #micah bell x reader #micah bell imagine #micah bell #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2

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meltwonu · 3 years

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38. “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

51. “What? Does that feel good?”

notes; UGH YES HAIKYUU JEONGHAN 🤤 volleyball player!jeonghan, manager!reader, also fratboy!jeonghan, dirty talk, fucking in a sort of public space, not rly enemies to lovers or fwb but just loads of banter, ass slapping 😗💕 oh! don’t forget new double dip chapter up this Friday instead of a drabble! remember to check my ‘/tagged/updates’ or navigation post for the schedule! the new schedule will start in feb! And as always, thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

You don’t hate Jeonghan.

“Hey, babydoll! Here to cheer me on during the match?”

But he is cocky.

You roll your eyes as you sidestep him, already brushing past when he turns to watch your back as you saunter away. “Okay, sweetheart, I’ll chat with you later~” He teases. Seungkwan throws the volleyball to Jeonghan who catches it with grace; eyes twinkling with mischief while Seungkwan shakes his head at the older male.

“I don’t get why you’re always teasing her, hyung.”

Jeonghan licks his lips as he watches you sit on the stands with Seungcheol, the team’s captain and one of Jeonghan’s best friends.

“She pretends she hates me but I know different.”

“I don’t get how you put up with him ‘Cheol, he’s so… much.”

The male laughs as he plucks the clipboard from your hands to check the schedule. “He’s just playful, that’s all.” Playful wasn’t really the word you’d use for someone like Jeonghan who you always found leaning over a different girl at SVT House’s frat parties. But he was also the volleyball team’s setter and highly desirable on the university campus.

“Hey, Jeonghan--!”

A clipped scream catches you and Seungcheol off guard as you turn to face the court; already finding the other players circling Jeonghan who’s sitting on the floor clutching his ankle.

“Shit!”

You and Seungcheol hurry down to the court to check what’s happening, only to find Jeonghan wincing in acute pain. “I think I twisted it weird…” He mumbles, already looking up at you. “I should go see the nurse.”

Seungcheol nods before helping the male up, glancing your way as he slings Jeonghan’s arm around his shoulder. “Can you come and help Jeonghan? I need to be here when coach comes back.”

You nod firmly, “Okay. Let me grab my things and I’ll meet you at the nurse’s office.

By the time you make it to the nurse’s office, Seungcheol is already gone and nobody else is in the room besides Jeonghan.

“Did the nurse come by already?” You ask; setting your things down on the table next to where Jeonghan sits quietly on the bed.

“Nah. Truth be told, I knew she was on her lunch break.” You raise a brow at this, eyes narrowing at the male whose shoulders shake with each chuckle that spills from his lips.

“You fucker, you’re not hurt at all, are you!?” Letting out an exasperated noise, you join him on the bed, straddling his hips as you gently throttle the male who grins up at you. “Why would you lie like that!?”

“Just wanted some alone time with you, is all~ Is that so wrong? You look really good in my lap, by the way. I could get used to this view.”

Before you can properly react, Jeonghan’s hands are already on your waist as your entire body grows hot at the position you didn’t realize you were in. “You--You couldn’t j-just talk to me like a normal human, o-or something? Fuck, Jeonghan!”

“I don’t like it when you’re nice to me, it’s not fun~ I like it when you’re mean to me~ It’s fuckin’ hot. Remember the time at the Christmas party when you made me eat you out in the frat house closet? You literally pulled on my hair so hard when you came and then left me hangin’ all night. Couldn’t even be mad ‘cause I was too impressed.”

You avoid his lust filled stare as you squirm in his lap and he lets out a groan in response, fingertips digging into your clothed waist. “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

“W-why would I want to turn you on, huh!? And--and you’re weird! I was--I was just...” Jeonghan chuckles under his breath at your inability to form an excuse; fingertips roaming further up your torso until they land on your breasts. You feel your breath stutter but you don’t stop him as you find yourself enjoying his skilled hands on your body.

A moan cuts through the air when he squeezes and you’re quick to bite down on your bottom lip to prevent any more noises from escaping you.

“What? Does that feel good?”

This is a one time thing. You promise.

“O-oh god… oh, fuck!”

But Jeonghan is equally as skilled with his hips as his hands. And his tongue, if you remembered correctly.

“Mm, you might wanna keep your voice down~ Someone might come in if they hear you moaning in here~” You mutter a quiet ‘fuck you’ as Jeonghan’s hips rock into you from behind; fingertips digging into the sheet underneath you when the head of his cock grazes against your g-spot.

Your walls immediately clamp down harder onto him and without words, he already knows how to angle his thrusts to keep you satisfied.

“I don’t know why you pretend to hate me so much~ Your pretty ‘lil cunt takes me so fuckin’ well. Like you were made to take my cock, baby.” He halts his movements for a second as he brings his hand down onto the skin of your ass and you yelp in return, body jolting as he soothes the buzzing skin.

You kinda hate that you liked that.

“Y-you’re so--so fucking cocky, t-that’s, ah, why… And you’re al--always with s-some other girl at, hah, every p-party.” He slaps your ass again and you squirm and mewl; already feeling your body overcome with pleasure. “You’re l-lucky I’m letting you--you fuck me, Jeonghan…”

“Hmm, you sound jealous, baby. But, ah, well, if it makes you feel any better…” You feel his front press against your back; a shiver running down your spine when his lips ghost against the shell of your ear. “... I never fucked any of those girls anyway~ I just like to play around ‘cause I know you like to watch me too.”

Jeonghan straightens out his back as you process his words and before you can say anything, he’s already resuming his pace as his hips piston into you.

“Wh--what are you, ngh, t-talking about? You w-watch me, you w-weirdo?” He scoffs in return as he draws his hips back, only to thrust into you harsh enough to make you jolt underneath him.

“It gets boring on the court too, y’know. Sometimes I spend the entire match thinkin’ about how I’d fuck you in the showers once everyone’s gone… Or in the equipment closet with all the extra mats. Fuck, how pretty you’d be sprawled out underneath me trying to keep your moans in ‘cause there’s people right outside the doors.”

Jeonghan feels his cock twitching as he continues to think about the various positions he’d want to have you in. “And your tight, hot ‘lil cunt feels so much better than my hand, baby~” He smirks, watching as you tense up a little. “Is my cock better than your fingers? Hmm? Does it fill you up nice ‘n good? Or how about my tongue? Did it feel good on your ‘lil clit when you were cumming all over my mouth?”

“S-shut up…”

“Ah, ah, ah, I’ll stop fucking you if you catch an attitude now~”

To prove his point, Jeonghan starts to pull his hips back as you whine when you feel the slow drag of his cock slipping from inside your warm walls. “F-fine, yes! Yes, your c-cock feels, ah, better than my--my fingers… God, I--I’ve never been so fucking full…” Mewling, you start to meet Jeonghan’s thrusts as you fuck yourself on his cock. “God, you’re s-so annoying, Jeonghan… And the--the time in the, ah, closet was just i-in the heat o-of the moment...”

The male lets out an airy laugh as he reaches a hand around your body until his fingertips land on your clit and you feel your entire body trembling as you’re sent hurdling to your orgasm.

“I’m annoying? You don’t even give me the time of day except today when you thought I got hurt or you’re pulling me into a closet to eat you out. But I can be so good to you, baby~ Hell, I bet I can fulfill any of your fantasies.”

Your eyes clamp shut when he pinches your clit and you work your hips back as you meet his quickening pace. “Fuck, ‘m gonna c-cum…” Whining, you feel your walls clamping down onto his cock as your orgasm starts to wash over your body and Jeonghan grits his teeth as he holds off his own while he works you through yours.

A high pitched noise escapes past your lips before you can stop yourself and your fingertips dig into the wrinkled sheets as you cum around his cock.

“Next time, I’d love to see your pretty face when you’re cumming, baby~”

You respond with a groan as you wrap a hand around his wrist; tugging his hand away from your sensitive clit.

Jeonghan draws his hips back before slowly thrusting in as the two of you share a moan. “You’ll b-be lucky if there’s a, mmh, next t-time…” He rolls his eyes at your response; this time pulling out of you completely as you whine at the emptiness.

He helps you onto your back before spreading your legs wide enough for him to situate in between.

“Well, we have 30 more minutes before the nurse should be back and I still haven’t cum.” He pauses to lean over you; eyes twinkling. “How about I prove it to you. That even though you find me annoying, I can get you to cum one more time, hmm?”

A shiver runs down your spine at the way he looks at you and even you can’t deny the promise of another orgasm sounding extremely good right now.

“Fine. But if you don’t get me to cum before the time’s up, consider your stroke game average.”

Jeonghan narrows his eyes, already plotting on how to get you to eat your words for now and in the future.

“Average? After I already made you cum?”

“What if I said Seungcheol made me cum twice just with his fingers?”

“Liar.” He snarls, fingertips digging into the skin of your thighs. “You never fucked him.” You let out a sultry laugh as you wrap your legs around his waist; this time playing the upper hand now that Jeonghan seemed a little distracted by your comment.

“How would you know? Did you ask him?”

Jeonghan tries to keep his cool, but he can’t deny the mild jealousy that starts to nip at him the longer you hold his stare.

“Oh, you’re in for it now, baby.”

#jeonghan smut #fratboy!jeonghan #seventeen smut #svt smut #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #svt imagines #seventeen imagines #jeonghan fic #svt fic #seventeen fic #jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #yoon jeonghan smut

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sincka · 3 years

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If You Love Me || Sylki Fanfic

...really love me

Loki x Sylvie fanfiction

[LOKI FINALE SPOILERS]

dt @entertainmentforgods

(every mean comments about this ship will be deleted. If you don't like this ship, please just ignore.)

They did it, it was over. The impossible had come true.

Their heart beating wildly, the anguish of their uncertainty gradually fades as they understand the finality of it all.

Loki and Sylvie had joined forces to destroy the true mastermind of the TVA. The overpowered individual who pulled the strings behind the curtain.

The Goddess of Mischief dropped her bloodstained sword on the dark ground, making a loud metallic sound. He Who Remains had just gave his last breath.

Sylvie took a deep breath while staring at the inert body of the one who called himself The Conqueror. As Loki stood behind her, he watched her worriedly. She had just accomplished what she had fought for all her life. So many years feeding a justified anger towards one man, for it turned out that the Time Keepers were nothing but a sham. So many years of hiding, of surviving in the midst of so many apocalypses instead of just living fearlessly. Instead of living happily, instead of laughing, smiling, dancing, singing, enjoying the present moment, observing the universe and its many wonders without them being destroyed around her, loving and being loved in return... All of that was taken away from her, because The Ruler had decided to do so. Because only one man had made the decision to sacrifice her timeline and her family and those she loved. She had lost everything as a child, because a human had condemned her existence.

And now, the latter had just died. He had lived millions of lives, and the last had just ended, killed by the vengeful hand of an innocent orphan.

Slowly, Loki moved closer to her as he kept his eyes on her. Then when he was right behind her, he gently took her hand to try to get her out of her torpor. Her face turned to him as her gaze was drawn to the ground. She was still trying to regulate her breathing and realize the previous events.

"Come with me…" He half-murmurs, his blue eyes tinted with green watching his partner's reaction carefully, anxious to see her breaking down despite her strength to contain her emotions.

It was then that she nodded softly, still too absorbed by this decisive moment in her life. Sylvie turns to him with the intention of following him, no matter where he wanted to take her.

A few seconds later, both found themselves outside the entrance to the Citadel.

Loki went down the few steps, before sitting quietly on one of them. His teammate was not far away and she watched him get comfortable, while thousands of thoughts jostled in her mind. Curious, Loki brought his attention to her. When their eyes met, she began her steps to him to sit beside him on the step.

A deep sigh escaped her lips as she sat down comfortably, her eyes fixed in front of her, finally noticing the awe-inspiring beauty of the sacred timeline they both would have admired sooner if it were in a less disastrous context. But now as they ran after time, it was as if it has just stopped.

The variants observed this painting before them, this masterpiece born from space and the end of the universe. For a moment, a pleasant silence rocked them in a surreal dream. Their eyes shine brightly, illuminated by the cosmos and time materialised in a perfectly fluid and sparkling line. But also, their intense feelings took over and tears had formed.

Hesitant but at the same time strangely confident, Loki turned to Sylvie, only able to imagine how she felt now.

"You're okay ?" He dares to ask softly.

Suffering of an internal conflict, Sylvie keeps her eyes wide open and try to look indifferent.

"I accomplished my mission, how do you think I feel ?" She replies naturally, almost on the defensive.

"Relieved ?"

"Yeah, among other things." She confirms with obviousness.

Amused by her slightly aggressive responses which, according to him, are what make her what she is, the god of mischief ends up stretching a tender smirk, realizing that this tone will never leave her no matter the situations in which they find themselves, as dramatic and catastrophic as they may be.

Innocently, Sylvie ends up looking at her partner.

"Why do you smile ?" She asks.

He smiles a little more.

"The real question is... why don’t you ?" Loki retorts, eyebrows raised.

The Enchantress raised her eyebrows in turn, that desperate, lonely look that makes her charm appearing on her face. What to answer to that? She had learned that Loki was insightful about her, but she wasn't used to being the center of attention that much.

"Why seek answers to trivial questions." She asks rhetorically as she looks away from him.

After a while, Loki also turned away, dissatisfied with her answer but still preferring to let go.

"So this is it..." He starts. "It's done."

"It's done." Sylvie asserts, nodding her head a little.

His eyes going here and there, Odin's son was asking himself lots of questions. Including one in particular.

"What do we do now ?" He wonders, seeming lost.

Sylvie took a deep breath again, ignoring like him the future of events.

"Should we go back to the TVA ?" Loki continues, bringing his gaze back to the one person he trusted.

"Why ?" She asks softly. "They don't need us anymore."

"But we don't have to hide." He responds with a comforting smile. "We are their allies."

"Is that what you want, to go back to the TVA ? But to do what ?" She asks again, looking into his eyes.

He thought for a moment, trying to unravel this enigmatic knot, stepping into the unknown.

"The Sacred Timeline is free" He said, emphasizing the first words in an exaggerated and caricatural way. "Maybe once we get there, we can look for another timeline where we can... fit in ?"

A silence took hold of them, leaving for only words the looks they exchanged.

Sylvie then ends up lowering her gaze in the direction of her own hands, revealing between her fingers the object that the Conqueror kept around his hand. The tempad.

"How about we take a break, until one of us finds a place to go ?" She offers softly, lost in thought as she doesn't take her eyes off the object.

"What, here ?" Loki asks, uncertain and surprised by her answer.

"Why not..?" She replies, her eyebrows raised, her mind being elsewhere. "When you've seen thousands of apocalypses, The Void isn't as bad as it seems."

Loki takes the time to consider this idea, thinking about everything else. The members of the TVA, the sacred timeline that has become completely independent, the very few people to which he is attached. They had just accomplished something huge, should they just ignore the multitudes of consequences their act caused ?

"It's over, Loki." Sylvie said, looking up at him.

Again, his gaze plunged deeply into her eyes

"We did what we had to do." She continues, looking serene.

"What if they still need us ?" He asks, referring to the TVA, specifically Mobius and hunter B-15, the only two people who believed in them and offered their precious help.

Sylvie watched the sacred timeline as it gradually divided, and she sighed.

"I am tired." She admits, ignoring Loki's question. "And you ?"

Loki admired the many timelines that continued to split, before taking a deep breath.

"Yes, me too..." He answers softly, releasing his breath, releasing the pressure he had been holding since his arrival at the TVA and which he hadn't known he had kept in him all this time until now.

However, he couldn't shake off his negative thoughts and all his apprehensions about the completion of their mission and the impact it will have on the trillions of people the universe can create. The god of mischief had, against all odds, developed a conscience and a moral code. Yes, they had delivered the world by giving it back its free will. But for some reason that he didn't quite understand, he began to doubt.

And buried into his torment, Sylvie brought a comforting hand to his.

Loki laid his eyes on this delicate hand, yet belonging to that of a warrior, his heart missing a beat at the gentle contact of the one he had become crazy about. In this moment of complexity, in this major turning point for the multiverse, he almost forgot his feelings. He almost forgot the way they looked at each other in the Citadel as they walked into the darkness. He almost forgot the moment she had gripped his hand in the Void, in front of Alioth, hoping to help him unleash his enchantment powers.

Suddenly caught up in his emotions, he looked up uncertainly in the direction of his partner. Then, she gave him a brief smile, but oh so genuine. The same smile she had given him on Lamentis, while everything around them was death and destruction. Apparently everything was written. But he decided to ignore this detail that the conqueror had shared with too much pride.

Still confused by these unusual feelings, Loki returned that affectionate and heartwarming smile. Only, looking into her expressive eyes - but in the greatest secret, a loving gaze- he realized that the very thing he wanted above all now was to never leave her again. To stay by her side, as long as possible, even forever, better than that : beyond death. His desires made him all the more nervous. He never thought he would be so consumed by his moods, let alone by a loving emotion that possesses him more and more after each day he spends in her company. Nevertheless he wanted to seize this desire and make it come true.

This time, it is the TVA that he forgets, it is the universe that he neglect, it is the time that he ignores.

It is his glorious purpose that he gave up, because he found a new one...

"Sylvie..." He said, drunk with love for her. "I..."

"No, Loki, wait." Sylvie interrupts him, being totally lost and frightened at the same time. "I have to tell you something..."

"Yes ?" He asks, innocent, patient, in love.

She looked at him intensely, trying to express herself. Something seemed to upset her. Loki was trying to read into her eyes, to read her face, when no word could break the barrier of her lips. Disturbed by this confession, it turned out that it was getting stuck between the walls of her throat.

So the Prince of Asgard frowned, intrigued by the torture she was inflicting on herself through this mysterious revelation.

"I..." She starts before her lips instantly seal.

She took a deep breath, bracing herself for another attempt, as Loki's piercing, loving gaze dug into her pupils until it consumed her whole being.

When finally, in complete disarray, she ends up throwing herself at his neck.

Her lips crashed against his, tenderly, passionately but mostly timidly. Surprised but more than grateful for this proof of unexpected love, Loki was not long in returning her kiss with just as much fervor.

Sylvie had never been attached to anyone. She never wanted to be weak because of her feelings. She would never have dedicated herself to someone body and soul, for trusting and breaking down the imposing and solid walls she had built around her was inconceivable. And yet, faced with the many selfless acts of the one who had irrupted into her plan, she had found herself giving him importance. She hated knowing that she was only considering trusting him. She hated the fact that he could climb these walls she had locked herself between.

Worse yet, she was terrified to find herself reaching out to help him climb.

Eyes closed, they kissed each other with fragility, embarrassed to feel such intense emotions but oh how much they surrendered to them.

Sitting side by side, they relished this moment of sincerity and calm after all they had endured. The highlight of their journey. The completion of a battle for freedom, the same cause that the rightful king of Asgard fought against to make it inaccessible to the people of the earth. This cause that he finally chose to defend ; for him at the beginning, but for her on the way, and for the others at the end of their fight.

Slowly, they parted. Loki then dared to rest his forehead tenderly against hers. They kept their eyes closed, as if to immortalized this moment in their memories, for who knows what might happen to them tomorrow.

That's why he whispered these few words :

"You're right, I... I'm a little tired..." He admitted again hesitantly, unsettled by this moment of pure sincerity.

Keeping her forehead against his, Sylvie nodded gently, not daring to open her eyes to face the truth she still had trouble swallowing.

"Let's stay here..." Loki continues.

"Only for a little while." She continues nervously, muttering her desires like him, probably too afraid that someone will hear them or too embarrassed to admit she is weak in front of him, while he is weak in front of her.

"Yes, after all... If something goes wrong, they know where to find us, right ?" He responds with a raised eyebrow as he still kept his eyes closed, trying to reassure himself by making excuses to stay.

"Yeah, of course, nothing prevents Mobius from coming back here." She confirmed casually.

"Well, unless... Unless he had to prune himself." He said worriedly. "But it’s not as if we have no way to reach them !" He adds anyway, optimistic and trying not to feel guilty.

“Yes ! We have the--” She mimics his optimism, as she pulls away from his forehead to observe the object in her free hand.

"T-the tempad..." He confirms by muttering and nodding his head, bringing in turn his attention to the latter.

The taste of her lips was still too present on Loki's for him to think properly. However, he was trying.

Shyly, he finally looked at her again, a quiet smile displayed on his face.

Of course, Sylvie had noticed it. How to ignore him ? So, embarrassed, she gave him an uncertain look, having no idea how they should react now. After all, despite their thousand years of life, the variants had never really been devoted to feelings or romance that seemed more than superfluous and unnecessary at the time. Although they were aware of their emotions, repressed or not, knowing how to react to them was still an area to be explored.

The landscape around them gradually brought her back to reality. Then, looking worried, she turned her gaze to the entrance to the Citadel. She remembered the corpse of the He Who Remains, the one who had wiped out her timeline and certainly thousands more.

Loki frowned, noticing the change in expression on his partner's face.

"Are you sure you’re okay ?" He asks once more with patience.

Lost in thought, Sylvie continued to look at the place where everything had changed with a blank stare.

"No..." she sighs slowly.

The god of mischief was envious to possess the complicated mind of his variant for the sole purpose of finding the source of her ill-being. It would be enough for him to touch her to enchant her, now that he knows the secrets of enchantment. However, would he dare ? He hesitated for a fraction of a second, before totally rejecting the idea away from him. He was incapable of defying her trust, for he knew full well that he would risk a lot if he tried. Especially since he was still cruelly lacking in experience concerning enchantments.

"But when I wake up tomorrow knowing that the one responsible for all this horror is only a memory, then I could savor every second of my life." She asserts returning her attention to Loki as if nothing had happened, speaking with confidence and lightness.

Perplexed but somewhat reassured, he just nodded briefly, straining to accept her answer. However, something in him told him that she wasn't being entirely truthful.

"...Glorious purpose." He said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Mh..." She only answers, a quiet smirk nestling in the corner of her lips.

Calm eventually took over. Neither of them spoke, only watching the story of trillions of lives forming before their eyes in those many fluorescent lines.

"We're not leaving." He speaks up, his statement sounding more like a question mark.

"We're not leaving." She repeats with a little more conviction than him.

Slowly, he finally took a light breath, before sighing in contentment.

After an extremely difficult journey that could have cost them their lives, even though the Ruler had decided that they would be spared so that they could both achieve their goal, they were going to be able to rest, they were going to be able to breathe. Because even if the gods have more ability than humans to resist fatigue and pain, they could do nothing before the effervescence of their emotions. And as tough as they could be, they were tired, mentally and physically.

Thereupon, on this mutual agreement, the two variants had decided that it was time for them to rest for a while. They didn’t know what they were going to do. But they had decided to figure this out…

Together.

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di-kut · 4 years

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Baar Bal Runi: Chapter Three

Series Masterlist

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader

Words: 5k

Summary: (Body Swap AU) It’s been a week since you swapped bodies with the Mandalorian and things have fallen into a tense routine. But your supplies and fuel are running low and you have to prepare to move the ship. The change causes new revelations to come out.

Rating: T (I believe?)

Tags: body swap, force sensitivity

A/N: You may as well call this the book of revelations because it’s all coming out in the open this chapter fellas. Lot’s of angsty mando but also soft mando. And lot’s a green gremlin baby.

Mando is in the hull when you get out of the ‘fresher. He doesn’t look at you when you emerge, and you can’t bring yourself to look at him either. You’re glad for the helmet for the first time because it disguises the burning of your face and neck. Generally, you wait until the Mandalorian had gone back above deck to relieve yourself, and you had never seen him use the ‘fresher either, an unspoken agreement to avoid the inevitable, and the embarrassment it caused. But you were preparing to move, all the crates which had shifted needed to be strapped down, and there was a malfunction in one of the fuel pumps, which you suspected came from the humidity of the green planet. The whole ship had been dripping for days, and you were sure, running on as low as you were on fuel, that any additional wear wouldn’t serve you well. And it gave you something to do. A reason to avoid your silent companion.

He busied himself with digging through the near empty supply crates, piling things onto the floor next to his feet. You try not to think about how greasy his hair looks; how gritty you feel under the armour. Soon, you know, you will need to shower. The idea fills you with equal parts dread and relief; to feel clean, to take the armour off. But you dread the conversation you know will need to come first. It must be worse for the Mandalorian, the man who you knew cleaned his Beskar every night, shaved even under the helmet. Spent the extra credits on lightly scented soap.

The gloves are still laying over the edge of the opening to the engine when you clamber down below deck. You relish in the feeling of having free hands. Flex them in the open air. It’s some small reprieve from the near constant pressure of the helmet, an unrelenting weight. You have to take breaks throughout the day to brace yourself against the walls of the ship, press the helmet into your hands when it grows too much, feels like it’s getting tighter around your head.

The work on the fuel pumps is clumsy at first. Your hands are too big and fingers too broad, and the shape of the familiar tools is awkward in the Mandalorian’s hands. It doesn’t help to distract from the furious blush along the back of your neck, and the weight of the helmet, made worse in the tiny space below deck – now so much smaller in the Mandalorian’s larger body. At first you struggle to get a proper grip around the tools, and then to exert the right pressure trying to release valves. Have to put the wrench down and concentrate on breathing so you don’t break anything. But it gets easier. Slowly. The task takes you longer than it should. At least you feel helpful again.

There’s a coo from right near your head. The child’s huge eyes are nearly eye level with the visor of the helmet. He gargles and puts both hands up for you, bouncing on the edge of the opening. You shake your head at him.

“Not now, little guy. I’ve got to finish this first.” The child makes small whine and drops onto his behind. Kicks his feet towards you. “Let me finish, and then we’ll play. Yes. Yes, we will. Go on, I don’t want you to fall.”

You never know how much the kid understands. More than you think he does, no doubt. Despite his mischief you know he is capable of understanding much of the world around him. But even for him you know whatever has happened to you and the Mandalorian must be confusing. He’s not pleading with you for attention, he’s pleading with his father, staring at the helmeted face he knows as his guardian. You shush him again when he makes an impatient sound and reach up a bare hand, tickle his exposed toes, tickle his tummy. He squeals in delight, grabs at your grease covered fingers and you try to pull them back before he can shove them into his mouth, a habit which he hasn’t broken. You start to retract your hand, slowly, quietly relishing being able to touch the child without the barrier of the gloves and the armour. The kid cries out, yanks your hand back.

“Kid…”

His tiny brow furrows and then – a powerful wave of impatience, followed by something light and tickling, playfulness maybe. Happiness. The emotions are quick but strong. Your heart pounds in your chest, must feel something that the kid picks up on because the next thing you feel is warmth, pure and light. Like an embrace. Your hand is shaking in his tiny ones. His eyes are shining, grin exposing his tiny rounded teeth. The feeling fades when he coos. You’re too winded from the emotional influx to catch him before he bites down lightly around your dirty hand.

A clang from the other end of the hull distracts you before you can admonish him. You extract your hand from the child’s mouth, give him a tiny poke, and watch as the Mandalorian throws a bundle of grey coarseweave onto the floor of the ship. He grunts in frustration and kicks the crate in front of him with enough force make the floor clang with the vibration. You jump, but the child is unfazed and rolls onto his back, laughing and kicking his feet into the air. You watch the Mandalorian shove his leg against the crate, lean over and brace his good arm against it, shoving with his feet. He starts swearing softly in Mando’a. It takes some time of watching him struggle before you realise he is trying to move the crate across the hull and stack it with the others to be strapped down. It takes a few moments longer before you haul yourself out of below deck and cross the hull.

You flex your bare hands, try tensing your arms – the Mandalorian’s arms – experimentally. You’ve seen him do this before, move the crates not without effort, but what for you would have been impossible is now something achievable. You say nothing, just gently tap his arm and nod your head. You see him jump, stare up at you in confusion. And then you bend and lift the crate. It comes of the ground with more ease than you would have thought. You keep your knees bent, keep your centre firm. You walk the crate over to the stack and lower it on. It drops with only a slight clang.

For the first time since switching you feel good. Powerful. It makes you grin beneath the helmet.

“Oh wow,” you say as you turn. “That…”

Feels good. You were going to say. You stop when you see the look on the Mandalorian’s face. He looks angry, upset. His eyebrows are pinched, working his jaw side to side. Your surge of giddiness fades, and you feel suddenly selfish and insensitive for enjoying yourself at all. He looks devastated. You wonder if it’s because he’s used to the helmet that he doesn’t try to conceal it from twisting his features, and the thought hurts deep and low. The private world he lives only with himself now visible. How much does he feel, think, hurt, which you have never known? He just keeps staring up at the helmet, cheeks flushed, eyes wet.

“Mando… Mando, I’m sorry, I didn’t think,” You says softly.

He steps away from you. “I didn’t need help.”

“I just thought – “

“I’ve got it.” His voice is so even, even though his eyes are still wet. “Just fix the engine so we can get out of here.”

You sigh, think about reaching for him again, but instead turn away. He just stands there, so tense you think you can feel the strain radiating from him. You take a step, hesitate, then another. Stop again. Half turn, turn back, turn again. Face him warily. He doesn’t look at you anymore, just looks at the crate you had lifted, face screwed into a frown. You lick your lips, ignore the plunging in your gut and step back towards him. He looks over at you slowly.

“If…” You swallow. “If we talked about it. I mean, we could talk about it, if – if you wanted to.” You let out a shaky breath which sounds worse through the modulator. Crackles and skips. “It might help.”

“There’s nothing to say.”

You sag in disbelief. “Mando, come on. Nothing to say? We’re – we’re – I’m you! Nothing to say. We should – we should talk about this.”

He shrugs and leans back, lets his weight fall onto one leg and sits into his hip. You recognise the move and it only makes you mad. You try to breathe through the frustration. He puts his good hand on his hip, the purple fingers of the other hang at his side, peeking out from beneath the bandaging. He says nothing, just tilts his head. The actions are all so familiar, all so strange seeing him do them in your body. You take another breath.

“I want to talk about this.”

“What do you want me to say?”

You throw your hands up. “Anything! Something!”

“I don’t have any solutions.”

“I’m not asking for solutions, Mando!” Your voice starts to raise, and you have to stop. Breathe. The stale air inside the modulator does nothing to calm you down. The crushing of the helmet makes it harder to think. “You think this is easy for me?”

“And you think it’s easy for me?”

“No! That’s not what I’m saying.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, then.” His voice is so infuriatingly stoic. But his face betrays him. “I don’t have anything to say which will make you feel better. No solutions, no idea what happened to us.”

“It’s not about fixing it!”

“Then what?”

“You’re the only other person in the galaxy who knows how I feel, and you won’t talk to me.”

You’re panting, sweating. He flinches away from you slightly and finally looks away without turning his head, just lets his eyes slide across the hull. Watches something behind you. It’s the kid, toddling his way slowly towards you both. The baby reaches you, rests a clawed hand on your boot before he passes you and holds his hands out towards Mando. You watch him pick the kid up with a heaving chest, heart pounding against the inside of Beskar. Mando tweaks the kid’s ear lightly and tucks him against his side, hand tightening around his tiny body.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Mando says eventually, quieter, but his voice is hard and leaves no space for argument.

You shake your head. “What about me? What am I meant to do?”

“I don’t know,” he whispers.

“So that’s it then? We just aren’t talking.”

He looks back at you, finds your eyes immediately through the visor. You stare back, hoping he can feel it in some way. Feel the weight of your staring like you had always felt his. “Is the engine done?” He asks. You huff, nod tersely. He puts the kid down and pulls the straps from the ship’s wall. Secures them around the crates. He nods at your bare hands as he passes you to the ladder. “Just… put the gloves back on.”

You wait till he leaves before you retrieve the gloves and do as he asks you. A small, ugly, petty part of you wants to leave them off, might have if it hadn’t been this. The Way. You work your fingers back to the leather. Your last bit of freedom. It’s a slow task packing away your tools and closing up the hatch, but you can’t bring yourself to go any faster. The kid waddles over while you work again and sits by you, cooing occasionally when you pick up something you know he likes, and you sometimes put them down in front of the child so he can push them along the floor. It keeps you both distracted. Your hands are sweaty now that they are back in the gloves. The helmet feels too tight again.

You have a moment before you finish where you need to sit back, count your breathing when the pressure becomes too much. You push yourself over to a wall of the ship and brace backwards, let the feel of the solidity of the ship ground you. Close your eyes so you can’t see the static through the visor. It’s a system which you’d relied on since Coruscant, since your mother died. When the storm trooper patrols outside the academy windows made your breathing quick and your heart pound so badly you couldn’t think. One you’d used after you leaked the first Empire record. The same one you needed when locked in your bunk on the ship leaving Coruscant in the wake of a crumbling Empire. Which you’d been doing every day since unwillingly donning the Beskar. One which usually worked.

But it isn’t working.

You try flattening your hands against the ship’s floor, searching for some sort of grounding sensation. Any sensation. But it’s just the gloves wrapped around you, there’s no cool metal to touch, no fresh air to breathe. You know if you open your eyes you won’t be able to stave off the panic attack. There’s nothing around you to hold you to reality. There’s only Beskar and leather and coarseweave between you and the world.

You hear the loud crying of the kid, hear the Mandalorian’s boots on the ladder again as he descends. But it’s too far away, like those sounds are happening somewhere else, on a different ship near a different person. There’s muttering, words which you try to concentrate on but can’t. Mando has picked the kid up. Thank the Maker. You can’t get enough air into your lungs. The footsteps have stopped and so has the crying. The Mandalorian is still talking. You hope he won’t notice you, curled against the wall. Couldn’t take it. You move your hands from the floor to your knees and grip them.

The hand on your shoulder jolts you back. Mando is there in front of you, crouched close enough to touch. He’s got the kid in his other arm, who is reaching out for you with both hands. The Mandalorian stares at you through the visor, eyebrows pinched.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs quietly. “I was rude. I shouldn’t have been rude to you.” The tight, strangle hold around your lungs stops you from being grateful he’s said it. The child makes a whine, slaps both his hands down on his father’s arm. “Not now, kid,” Mando mutters to him. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”

You think you should respond. Know you’re meant to say something. Nothing comes out.

“I understand if… if you need some time.”

You’re working your jaw under the helmet, fumbling through words in your mind. Your eyes are only focusing on the static of the visor, seeing his face through the fuzziness is becoming impossible. You feel weightless and heavy all at once.

The child is slapping at the Mandalorian’s arm again. Mando ignores him, presses his lips together. “We’re ready to go. I-I-I just wanted to apologise. Before we left.”

He moves to stand. Your hand shoots out again without thought, grabs his shoulder. The last time you touched him there rises behind your lids, standing on the ramp, silently begging him not to leave. A wet gasp rips through the modulator, feels like it’s going to rip through you as well and finally tear you apart and leave the pieces of you left shattered on the floor of the Razor Crest. Just like last time the Mandalorian’s hand grips yours, warm through the glove, although this time you are on the inside of it. His eyes widen.

“What’s wrong? What is it?”

Another wet breath. “H-He-Helmet.” You choke. “Can’t-t b-breathe.”

He drops to both knees in front of you. “Something’s wrong with the helmet?” He sets the kid down carefully, where he’d been tucked under his bad arm. Both hands lift towards you but you’re shaking your head. “No?”

“Something’s wrong with – with me.”

You hate it, the way the words just hang there between you. How small and pathetic they sound. How the Mandalorian is staring at you, staring at you with your own eyes and your own face. Then his brow lowers, and he sets his mouth and he’s reaching for you again. Your heart is beating so hard in your chest you can’t think about anything else. Mando reaches under your arms and then he’s tugging, trying to pull you to stand. It’s all you can do to try and help him, support some of your – his – own weight on your legs. You wobble badly, but he tucks himself beneath your armpit and begins walking you towards your cot.

“Sit,” he says.

You do. You let your knees crumple and land onto the cot hard. He turns and for a horrible moment you think he’s leaving you, climbing back up the ladder to the hull and letting you have this struggle on your own.

But then the lights go out.

It’s just his echoing footsteps in the darkness and that blinking orange light. A cooing from near your feet. “I’m sorry,” you blurt, the words cracking. “I’m sorry Mando, I tried, I’m trying, but it’s so heavy, it’s just so heavy. All the time. I can’t – I can’t – Breathe.”

“It’s okay.” His voice is close. You feel his weight settle on the cot near you. “Hey, hey. Gotabor. Listen to me. You need to calm down.”

You hiccup. Nod. But you’re shaking, and you feel bloodless.

“Okay.” He’s closer again. “I’m gonna touch you again, okay? I’m gonna take the helmet off.”

Then, just like when you eat, his hands are gripping the edges of the helmet. They slip beneath it and release the catch. He’s faster now, after days of removing it for you. He pulls it and the pressure begins to ease. And then it’s gone. The sound of your wet, ragged breathing fills the hull, sounds awful because it’s tearing out of the Mandalorian’s raw throat. You gulp at the fresh air, push your gloved hands through your hair to try and scrub away the feeling of the helmet pushing against your scalp. Rub over your face and pull the neck covering off from around your jaw. Sucking in breath after breath. You feel Mando’s now small hand grip your leg just above your knee. You drop back against the cot.

“Can I take the gloves off? Please Mando, I – “

“Yeah,” he sighs. “Here.”

He finds your shaking hands in the dark fairly quickly, like he does when he hands you a rations bar. Pulls one of the gloves from you, then the other. The cold ship air hits your sweaty skin. You could cry with relief.

“I’m sorry,” you start talking without even thinking. “I’m sorry, Mando. Thank you. I’m sorry. I won’t – It’s just – So much. All the time. And I’m so tired, it’s so hard to sleep I feel like I can’t breathe, and then all day – “

Mando makes a choked sound in the back of his throat. “You’re sleeping in it?”

“Of c-course. I promised.”

“You – “ He stops. Sighs. There’s rustling and the bed dips slightly. You close your eyes against the darkness and concentrate to the sound of him moving and living beside you. Listen to the sounds of the kid getting lifted up to sit with him. Count your breathing. It works this time. Your hands fist into the woollen blanket beneath you. It’s warm and scratches at your bare palms. It grounds you. Mando mutters quietly, “I don’t sleep in it.”

“I know, but – “ You keep your eyes closed. “I know what it means to you.”

“Gar ratiin mirshir ni.” He says. His voice is gentler than you’ve heard it in what feels like months, although you know it’s only been a week since the change. More of the tension you hold bleeds out into the air through your breaths. His hand on your thigh tightens. “You’ve only been taking it off to eat?”

“I haven’t taken it off.” You funnel your attention to the pressure of him against your leg. “Only you.”

He says nothing to that. His hand pats your leg once and then he leaves. You hear him fumbling through the hull, and when he returns he lifts your hand and places the familiar shape of a flask in it. Its cool, and he helps you to sit again. You twist the top off and gulp the water down. He makes a noise, put his hand gently on the bottom of the bottle to tilt it down again, slow how fast you pour the cold water into your mouth. He seems satisfied and drop his hand idly back to your knee. Let’s you finish the full flask.

For the first time since landing on the green planet the silence between you is comfortable. You let your weight drop into the lumpy cot again, let your head roll to the side. Listen to the sounds of your breathing – deep and slow through the Mandalorian’s chest. Feel the warmth of his fingers where they still hold on to you tightly. The kid is babbling quietly between you on the bed, you feel his weight bouncing somewhere next to Mando’s lap. You reach out for the child and lay your hand along his back, rub your thumb gently over the dusting of hair on his head. He turns towards you and wraps his hand around one of your fingers. The emotion he gives you is warm and soft. You squeeze your hand around his. The realisation which has been floating at the edge of your thoughts since fixing the engine floods back.

“Hey…”

“What?” You sit, and Mando adjusts himself as you do, you feel him move closer in the dark. His hand comes to your shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“No,” you pat his hand. “Nothing’s wrong.”

You feel for the kid in the dark, gently scoop him up into your arms. He’s still hanging on to your finger and starts slapping at your arm when you lift him, babbling again. You pull the kid up and hold him close your face, close enough that his tiny hands reach out and feel along your jaw before retreating. He makes a noise of impatience. You lower your forehead, try to butt it gently against the kid’s but he whines and twists away from you, just as he always does.

“I need the helmet.”

“Wha – You just took it off.”

“Mando, please.”

He rustles, and then he puts it in your lap. You pass him the kid and lift the helmet up to your head. It takes you some time to feel the front of it and fit it over your head in the dark, but it falls into place. The feeling is just as suffocating, but the excitement of your discovery keeps the worst of it at bay.

“Okay,” your voice comes through the modulator. “Give me the kid.”

You can almost hear the Mandalorian’s confusion, but he does as you ask. You hold the kid before you again and repeat the slow lift to bring him eye level. Drop your helmeted forehead to his slowly and carefully, making sure the Beskar doesn’t hurt him. But the kid makes a cry this time, loud and clear, and twists away from you. Even in the helmet.

“What are you doing?” You start to hear impatience in the Mandalorian’s voice now. You hand him the kid again and feel around the helmet. He must hear you struggle with it because he sighs and reaches for the clasp again, pulls the helmet off for you.

“That thing, the thing you do with the kid.”

“What thing?”

“When you headbutt him.”

“Kov’nynir?” He sounds insulted. “It’s not a headbutt.”

“Kov nee near?”

“Kov’nynir.”

“Have you done it? Since – since we – “

He’s quiet for a moment. “I – Yes.”

You lean towards him, reach for him without thinking. He jumps slightly when your hands find his leg. “Mando, he knows. He knows we’re not us.” You hear his scepticism in the silence. “He never does the kov’nynir,” you pause and wait for correction, but it doesn’t come, so, “with me.”

“You,” he stops. You think you hear a smile in his voice. “You tried kov’nynir?”

You flush, grateful Mando can’t see you in the dark. “Yeah,” your voice is small. “I saw you do it, and I thought… Well I thought maybe the kid liked it.” You clear your throat. “He never does it with me, though. I don’t know. But I thought – “

“In my body – “

“ – He would think it was you. But – “

“He still didn’t. Is that why he cried?”

“Yeah,” you breathe. “I didn’t even think, but earlier when he – “ You cut yourself off. Realise what you had been about to say.

Mando seems to hear your hesitance, because he’s gentle when he says, “When he what?”

You pick at a loose thread on Mando’s pants. Your pants. You remember finding it there before all this, thinking you should cut it off and never getting to it. You sigh. Mando is patient. You realise you don’t have a reason you haven’t told the Mandalorian, except maybe habit, an old one drilled into you by your mother and reinforced by years of living on Coruscant. You pull your hands away slowly and fold them in your own lap. You’ve never really had to put it into words before. Never felt safe enough to try. But half a cycle with him and the child, you know you can trust him with your life.

“I’ve never had to explain it to anyone before.” You start softly. “I don’t know how, exactly. But it’s like – like knowing something you can’t possibly know. A feeling, sort of. Not all the time, but sometimes, about certain things. I’ve never met anyone else, or not that I knew, who could… feel this.” You take a deep breath. “But with the little guy, I don’t know if it’s because of what he can do, what you told me about the Mudhorn, but he,” you struggle to find some way to put the connection you have with the kid into words. “He talks to me. I guess. Not with words but, just, feelings.”

You feel winded by the end of your speech. The Mandalorian is completely silent. In the darkness you can’t see his face again, can’t guess at what he’s thinking. It’s almost enough to forget he isn’t him. The orange lights blinks somewhere behind you. On and on, blinking. And there’s only the soft sounds of breathing. You start to feel nervous, the tingling of it in the tips of your fingers and bottom of your stomach.

“Mando?” You whisper.

He shifts on the cot, and it dips with his weight. “You can…” he swallows loudly. His voice is just a soft as yours. “You mean you can talk to him? Understand him?”

“Yeah. Not a lot. But if he was hungry, or happy. He could show it to me.”

Silence, and then a long, deep sigh. He must still be holding the kid because there’s a sudden happy coo. The Mandalorian shifts again. You think he might lie down, but in the dark you aren’t sure. His knees knock against yours. When he finally speaks his voice is hoarse. “You mean, all this time…”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“No!” He is suddenly loud. “No, please, I’m not mad.” He swallows again. “I’m sorry I’ve been mad. I’m not mad, not at you. Not about any of this.” His next breath is ragged, long and tired. “You tried to tell me, about the planet.”

You press you knee against his, bring your hand towards him again. “Mando, this isn’t your fault.” When he doesn’t respond you settle your hand back on his knee and squeeze. “It’s not.”

He puts the child down on the cot again and puts his hand over yours. He doesn’t say anything else. You settle yourself back onto the cot as well, knees pressed together in the middle of the cot and heads laying at opposite ends. The child crawls onto your lap. The three of you lay there, staring into the darkness. Comfortable at last, as much as you can be.

gar ratiin mirshir ni: You always shock me

Gotabor: engineer

Kov’nynir: A Keldabe kiss (butting foreheads through your helmet, a strong sign of affection in Mandalorian culture)

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kristallioness · 4 years

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The guardian lemur

Summary: When Momo starts acting strange around Katara, she turns to Aang for advice.

Word count: 2,544

Author's note: I don't remember whether it was a blog post I saw here, or an online news article I stumbled across.. But, I think it's adorable when sometimes cats can sense if their owners are pregnant, so they become protective of them and start acting motherly towards them (like their natural instincts are kicking in). This cute concept inspired the following story. By the way, my mom has told me stories about how her grandmother (my great-grandmother) used to have a cat who'd catch mice and bring them back into the house and then release them, which infuriated her to no end. So, I guess this tidbit with Momo is inspired by that kitty, who didn't exactly understand how to be a cat. *lol* Anyways, I hope you like it since 'keeping warm' was one of my prompts, which I submitted this year (and it got chosen, yay!). Oh, and a happy beginning to all of you for Kataang Week 2020! *throws glitter and confetti*

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The kitchen was filled with a mixed aroma of seaweed, herbs and noodles, all boiling in hot water. Katara added a pinch of salt into the broth and stirred the liquid with a big wooden spoon before taking a sip. From the corner of her eye, she could see the winged lemur, who'd quietly been sitting next to her feet for the past ten minutes.

"No, Momo. You can't have any until I'm done cooking."

Momo merely scratched the back of his ear with his hind leg, but otherwise didn't budge. Katara did feel bad for not giving him a taste before lunchtime. She wasn't even sure whether lemurs eat noodles, not to mention ones made out of seaweed..

And there it was again, the gentle rubbing against her shins. Momo began circling her legs in an attempt to persuade her to give him something to nibble on. Poor thing must be starving, she thought. If he was trying to make her feel guilty for not feeding him, it worked.

Katara released a heavy sigh and stepped away from the stove for a second, her small buddy padding right after her on the floor. She opened a cupboard door and grabbed the last moon peach from their dwindling fruit supply.

The constant following around nor the tiny gestures of affection weren't the things that had been driving the waterbender crazy. It was their pet's new habit of bringing live prey into the household. Last week, he'd caught dozens of bugs, five mice, three hamsters, two frogs and one unconscious bird.

Aang had nurtured the bird back to health and released it into the wild. The frogs weren't a problem either, so Katara had simply shooed them out of the house and they'd found a cosy habitat in the pond in front of their home. Luckily the bugs were also typical inhabitants on their little island, and the ones Momo brought inside eventually became dinner for the domesticated frogs.

However, it was the rodents who'd soon found their way into the pantry. Within a day, almost half of their pastry supplies were gone. Katara was furious. She had to ask her husband to buy more food from the market, and her brother to come up with ingenious traps to catch the annoying critters without killing them, like Aang had pleaded, before they could destroy their entire food supply, not to mention the vegetables in the greenhouse.

What really got on her nerves were the times the winged lemur would approach her with that proud smile on his face, something apparently dead caught between his small fangs or in between his paws, and release his catch right in front of her feet. Only for her to watch it scurry away before she could even blink, let alone catch it.

"This is the last one. Here you go," Katara said as she squatted down and extended her hand. She felt confused when the lemur pushed it back.

"Don't you want it? C'mon, it's your favourite treee-eat.."

She threw the peach into the hallway like a ball, in hopes that Momo would leave her alone to go fetch it. He did fly out of the kitchen for long enough to let her return to her cooking, but came back with the fruit fully intact between his fangs.

"Well, go on. Eat up!" Katara urged him with a wave of her hand, but Momo let out a disappointed moan and drooped his ears at that. He dropped the peach in his paws and with the utmost care, he pulled off a small piece and offered it to her instead.

"Thanks, Momo, but I'm not craving for a moon peach right now. You can have it."

The lemur hesitated at first, but under her watchful eye, he finally bit into the juicy fruit, allowing her to finish preparing lunch for herself and her husband in peace.

Speaking of peace, Katara couldn't recall the last time she and Aang had been given a moment of privacy in bed for the past couple of weeks. Often times when waking up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water, Katara would discover that she'd inched further away from her partner, due to a scrawny furball who always managed to squeeze himself in between their tummies, no matter the positions they were in. Or if their intimacy wasn't being disturbed, she'd wake up due to the curled up, personalized heater sleeping on her belly whenever she was lying on her back.

Since when had she become a magnet for winged lemurs? Did she smell of something that attracted them to her? Had Momo grown fond of her and simply wished to spend more time by her side instead of hanging out with Aang all the time? Katara had no idea, but all of this was becoming a bit much.

As she poured the steaming seaweed noodles into two bowls, Momo leaped up and landed on her shoulders. He curled his tail around her neck for support, then held a leftover piece of the moon peach in front of her face.

"Oh, alright.." she chuckled, snagging the small piece from his paw and putting it in her mouth.

"Thanks, Momo!"

She scratched him from below the chin with her finger, earning a series of content purrs from the lemur. Once the bowls were full, she was ready to join her husband in the living room.

Aang was leaning on the windowsill, admiring the view of Republic City straight across the bay, when he heard footsteps coming closer.

"Lunch is served!" Katara announced as she joined him. The airbender grinned at the sight of two steaming bowls filled with delicious food, watching how she placed the tray on the coffee table in front of the couch. The smell that accompanied her was mouth-watering.

"Finally! I could eat a whole barrel of noodles by now."

His wife giggled at that comment.

"Well, I hope we didn't keep you waiting for too long."

He walked over to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and giving her a loving smile.

"Sweetie, I waited for you for a hundred years. I don't think you could ever top that record again."

Katara laughed wholeheartedly this time, letting him give her a quick kiss on the lips afterwards.

Aang tenderly ran a hand over her slight belly bump before beckoning her to have a seat on the couch with him so they could have lunch together. They both grabbed a bowl, along with a pair of chopsticks, and clinked them together like those snobbish citizens in the Upper Ring of Ba Sing Se would do.

"Dig in!"

While the couple indulged themselves, Momo hopped off Katara's shoulders and disappeared to a different room. She noticed the lemur fly off into the corridor, but didn't pay too much attention to it. At this point, she was grateful for any given moment she could get, just to be alone with her beloved.

"What do you think? Is it too spicy?"

Hailing from the Water Tribe, Katara had grown up with a blander range of foods available in the frozen landscape, with the exception of meat that was either cooked or fried, and seasoned prior to the devouring.

Hence she tried to spice up their plain meals, such as these noodles, by experimenting with adding various spices or herbs. Aang shook his head.

"Nah, I think it's really good. You might wanna go easy on the garlic next time. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't wanna kiss me anymore if my breath stinks."

She laughed when he planted a greasy kiss on her cheek, after which she continued to slurp her own seaweed noodles.

Her attention turned to her feet when she spotted Momo, who'd returned from another one of his adventures. For a second, her heart dropped at the sight of a mouse caught between his teeth. Fortunately, it was just a toy he'd brought along.

"Momo, why are you bringing your stuff here? Do you wanna play?"

The winged lemur jumped up on the couch and supported his front paws on the waterbender's thigh, dropping the toy right into her lap. Katara stared at the fake mouse for a mere second before Momo flew away again.

"Wait! Where are you going? I was gonna play.. with you.."

She sighed, picking the toy up from its string of a tail. Aang could sense her frustration.

"What's wrong?"

Katara put her half-empty bowl on the table and continued to stare at the toy mouse hanging from her fingertips. She twirled the tail around, making the rest of its body spin.

"I don't know. Momo's been acting really strange lately."

"Strange how exactly?"

"He's always following me around and rubbing himself against me. Not to mention he's practically invaded our personal space in bed. I don't need to remind you that he's bringing all kinds of small creatures inside the temple every day.."

Aang's focus shifted from her complaining to the culprit himself. Momo had returned to the living room and he gleefully hopped beside the waterbender, this time dropping his favourite ball in her lap.

"..He brings me food even when I'm not hungry. And now, when I find a place to sit still for a little while longer, he keeps piling some of his toys around me."

Momo tilted his head and stared back at the airbender, almost as if he was trying to communicate with him. Tell him the motives behind his actions and all the mischief he'd caused within the last month. Katara picked up the ball he'd dropped.

"See?.. Aang, are you even listening to me!?"

"Sh-shh!" he hushed her, raising a finger to her lips so she'd quit yammering.

"What?"

He pointed down to her stomach. Both their eyes were fixed on the winged lemur, who lay down in the waterbender's lap and nestled the side of his face against her round belly, one ear covering it like a blanket. Momo looked up at the married couple, then shut his lime green eyes and began purring ever so silently. Aang started laughing, but Katara became even more annoyed.

"What? What's so funny?"

"Oh, Katara.. He can tell when you're in the family way. He's trying to take care of you and the baby in the only way he knows how - by acting as a daddy lemur."

Her face twisted through several expressions of anger, confusion and eventually, realization.

"So, that's what he's been doing this whole time? Tending to me as if I'm an expecting mommy lemur? Which I technically am, except for the lemur part.."

Aang reached his hand out to pet his caring companion. The winged lemur arched his back a bit and nuzzled his face against the fuzzy material of Katara's coat. His purrs become louder with each stroke.

"Momo can sense that there's life growing inside of you, so he's been acting like a proper papa lemur and looking after the unborn child and its mother. That includes bringing you food and stuff to play with to keep you well-fed and entertained."

Katara felt as if he'd opened her eyes to a whole different reality. She never thought that Momo's odd behaviour could be related to the fact that she's pregnant now. The timing fit, and Aang's reasoning explained the weird new habits.

"But, what about the snuggling? Why's he so keen on sleeping on my stomach?"

"He's trying to keep you and the baby warm. Also, since there are a lot of hormonal changes going on with you right now, your body's radiating more warmth in this area," Aang explained by running his hand over her bump, careful not to move the lemur's ear off of it.

"Which means your stomach is the perfect hotspot, literally. You're keeping him warm, too."

"Where did you learn all of that?" Katara wondered, her tone playful and curious at the same time. The cheeks on her husband's face turned crimson and he looked away for a moment, rubbing the back of his bald head awkwardly.

"I might've found some books about pregnancy on the top shelf of the bookcase in your office the last time I was waiting for you to finish work..."

She giggled and rewarded him with a soft peck on the cheek for being so caring and putting in more effort to understand this new "condition" of hers better.

"Thanks, sweetie. I appreciate you looking out for me."

Aang accepted her gratitude with a wide grin, and by snaking an arm around her shoulder to pull her closer. After that, she joined him in stroking the winged lemur, who seemed to be happily napping in her lap.

"Oh, Momo.. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

He looked up at Katara and let out a short disgruntled screech that could've been translated into an 'I told you so'. She laughed at that.

"Oh, okay.. I guess you did tell me. I was just too oblivious to pick up on the signs."

Momo rested his head in her lap again and raised one of his ears above her belly bump.

"Why do you think he does that thing with his ear?" the waterbender wondered out loud, tenderly running her hand over the soft fur on the lemur's head.

"Maybe he's listening to what the little tyke is doing in there. Animals can hear sounds with a much higher frequency. Take my bison whistle, for example. We can't hear anything, but Appa always comes to me when I blow it."

"I doubt that Momo can hear anything else besides my stomach growling. I mean, the baby hasn't even developed a heart yet. Believe me, I've checked.. If anything, he might be able to sense its movements in my womb."

Katara was right. She was barely into the last weeks of her first trimester. As hard as she'd tried, she couldn't detect the baby's heartbeat through her healing abilities yet. And it was too early for it to start kicking her, too.

The only changes she could sense in her body were the slight weight gain, which led to her developing a subtle belly bump. Her breasts had become a bit tender, which meant that making love with Aang at night would be less fun for a while. Not that he wasn't being more gentle with her because of this.. And finally, some unusual cravings, which was probably why she preferred to cook spicier foods recently.

Either way, these slight changes were enough for Momo's paternal instincts to kick in. He rolled over onto his back and let the couple scratch his soft belly instead. The corners of his mouth curled into a content smile as he purred against Katara's tummy.

"Aww! I guess this is kind of endearing. Plus, this way the baby can get acquainted with one of its future furry friends, too. That's right! Yes, you can!" she cooed to the winged lemur, who rubbed himself against her thighs as he twitched with delight at her scratches.

"But no more mice in the house, okay? I'm capable of finding my own food," Katara said with a wave of her finger, to which Momo replied with another chirp. Translation - 'yes, madam'.

#Kataang Week #keeping warm #Kataangtag #Kataang #Aang #Katara #Momo #ATLA and TLOK #my fanfiction #mine #shards of Kristal

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wombatnoms · 4 years

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Happy Vore Day! First Loki Vore Story!

*Heads up for some fearplay.

*Also vore warning. If you're not into that, why are you even on this blog?

*One last warning: mentions of digestion

A/N: About frackin time I finish this thing. I hope you guys enjoy. This is my first time completely writing out a vore fic. I struggle with endings, so if it sucks, blame it on that and not my writing skills 😜. Thanks for reading 💜

As you stare up at the being towering before you, you feel a mix of emotions. Fear is a big one. The fear of having something so large in front of your now two-inch form. To keep from freaking out, you choose to focus on the annoyance at yet another prank from the god of mischief. "Loki, you jerk! Put me back to my normal size!"

"What's that? It's difficult to hear you from so far away," he smirks as he bends down, plucking you up by the waist. He chuckles at the involuntary squeak you make. "How adorable. You sound like a little mouse."

"This isn't funny," you shout, kicking your legs. "Put me down!"

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then I'll kick your butt!"

"As entertaining as that would be, that might be difficult at your size."

You shove at his fingers, trying to climb on top of them to escape, "then turn me back!"

"So you can kick my butt? I don't think so. Besides," he moves you closer to his face, "we haven't had any fun yet."

Your heart skips a beat at this but you quickly try to mask it, "what... what kind of fun?" Your fear only grows as he gets a predatory grin and licks his lips. "You wouldn't!"

"Wouldn't I?" He shifts to hold you by your wrists, raising you above his face.

Surely he won't do anything. He's pranked you plenty of times, but your life was never in danger. He's just trying to scare you... and it's working. "Loki..." your voice comes out much quieter than you planned, "Loki, this joke has already gotten old. Please just fix me so I can get on with my day."

"You're getting bored? Funny, I was too. We should just move things along. Make it more... interesting."

He begins to lower you. At first you're relieved, thinking he's going to set you down. That relief is instantly torn away from you as Loki opens his mouth and licks at your legs. You yelp at the feeling. "What is wrong with you!? Let me go!"

"Well, if you insist," he chuckles, his breath washing over you. Suddenly, you feel his grip on you release and you begin to fall, screaming all the while.

The drop doesn't last long as you land on the soft, wet muscle. You're unable to move, still in shock as you try to process what just happened. You regain your senses and start to scream, but are cut off as you're plunged into darkness. The darkness is accompanied by a soft click of teeth. You realize that Loki has closed his mouth.

Finally achieving the realization of what's going to happen, you start to thrash. In a panicked voice, you shriek, "leT ME OUT!" Your struggles are halted as you're pressed to the roof of his mouth.

Loki hums in delight at your movements, causing the "room" around you to vibrate. He easily tosses you around his mouth, as if enjoying a piece of candy. You fight against his powerful tongue, but you only succeed in tiring yourself out. Feeling that your body is much more limp, Loki stops, allowing you to catch your breath.

"Please... please let me out," you cry. You're devastated when there's no response. You're about to plead more, when light floods the moist cavern. You squint towards his now open mouth, framed by his teeth. Your only way to escape. You instantly start crawling towards the exit. You become a bit hesitant near his teeth, but the prospect of freedom is much more enticing.

You cautiously start trying to climb out. You manage to get the top half of your body out with little trouble. Elated, you go to pull yourself the rest of the way out. However, just as you begin to move, you're pinned between his lips. You scream in terror as he begins to lightly apply pressure with his teeth. You want to beg, "please! Let me go! I don't want to be eaten," but all that comes out is a distressed wail.

You think he might have actually understood what you were trying to say as he gently grabs your arms and drags you the rest of the way out of his mouth. You feel as if you'll be sick as your feet are pulled free with a wet pop. You feel absolutely pathetic as your soaked, bedraggled body dangles in front of his smirking face. "Tha- thank you," you pant.

"For what? I'm not finished with you yet." This time, he slowly drags his tongue up your body. Instead of a scream, the only sound you manage is a weak whimper. You realize he only wanted to see your fear. He continues to coat your body with saliva, licking long and slow. You're a mess, quietly sobbing, too tired to fight every time he presses you to his tongue.

"Aw, where did all that fight go? It's not as much fun when I can't feel your delicious wriggling."

You glare at him with as much malice as your tiny, exhausted body can muster. He chuckles at this, "I can see you still have some fight in you. You're just holding back on me. That won't do at all now, will it? I think I know what might provoke more of a reaction."

You're now being held by your ankles. He slowly begins lowering you into his open mouth, giving you a perfect view of the back of his throat. Just as Loki had wanted, you resume thrashing and screaming. He closes his mouth around your torso and drags you back out of his mouth.

Unfortunately for you, Loki seems to be getting bored of the teasing. "As fun as this is, I think it's time for you to see your new home." Ignoring the crying and screaming, he puts you back in his mouth, one last time.

You're doing whatever you can to keep from being eaten: clinging to his fingers, kicking at his lips, hitting at whatever you can reach. Nothing slows him down. He closes his mouth, once again leaving you in darkness.

"Loki, please! I don- I don't want to die," you sob. Your pleas fall on deaf ears as he swallows. Your legs are down his throat in an instant. "I'm begging you! Please, let me-" your cut off as he swallows once more. With a sickening gulp, you're completely encased in his throat.

You try to climb back out or at least slow your descent, but the tight pressure restricts your movement. Peristalsis kicks in and you're slowly forced further into his body. You feel an increased pressure against you that follows you as you descend. It doesn't take long for you to realize it's Loki's finger, feeling his treat as it heads to his stomach. You can only imagine how this looks from the outside as the little lump you create slips past his collarbone and all traces of you vanish from the outside world.

You give up fighting and feel utterly hopeless. To keep from freaking out any further, you try to distact yourself from your inevitable fate. You focus on the loud, powerful sound of Loki's heartbeat. This strategy works until you realize you're now able to move your legs. At first, you're thrilled with the increased mobility, until you realize it means you've reached the stomach. You give one last futile attempt to scrambke back up before plopping into the much more open space.

You decide to plead for your life one last time. You press at the walls of his stomach to get his attention, "Loki, you've taken this to far. Please, let me out! I don't care if you keep me small, but I don't want to be digested. Please..." Your pleas fade into crying.

There's no response at first. After a few seconds, you feel him gently pat at where you're sitting. "You're not going to die. Where's the fun in that?"

"I-I'm not?"

"No. Think about this for a moment: if you were sitting in acid, don't you think it would hurt or at least itch? I was tricking you."

You look at your arms and realize he's right. Your fear is replace by anger, "so you let me think I was gonna die just for a laugh!?"

"What other reason would I have?"

"I hate you sometimes," you grump, angrily kicking him.

"That's what makes tricking you so fun."

"Whatever. Are you gonna let me out now?"

"Of course not. It bothers you, so I'm going to keep you in there for awhile longer. You might as well make yourself comfortable."

With a huff, you lay back. Aside from it being a bit damp, his stomach is fairly comfortable. It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep with how exhausted you are from fearing for your life.

#fearplay #g/t vore #gt vore #soft vore #tiny vore #mawvel #loki gt #loki vore #vore day #wombatwrites

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imjeralee · 3 years

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Comfort in Despair: Chapter 16 - Leon with Flowers

Leon x F!Reader

Disclaimer: Do not own Pokemon

Summary:

Galar is rich in folklore and tales of the supernatural.

As a Pokemon Researcher who specialises in ghost types, this is a great opportunity for you to investigate and learn more about the paranormal.

Along the way, you meet Leon (in the most awkward way possible) who becomes embroiled in your adventures.

^ Basically this story is about ghosts :/

Rating: General/Teen

@marydragneell - here is the latest update

@crikeygatormate, @alisakagi - apologies for the late update

Leon with Flowers

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["We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl Year after year."

- Wish You Were Here, Pink Floyd]

…

Leon arrives outside the Wild Area Pokemon Nursery and pushes open the door. It jingles with a light tune upon his arrival and he sees a lone nursery worker behind the counter. It's Raihan's girlfriend and her Goomy and Dreepy huddle together on one of the sofas, watching TV whilst she works, juggling several large canisters of baby pokemon food and moomoo milk in hands.

“Hi Leon,” she greets him politely as soon she spots him, despite the hectic atmosphere. Her voice is very soft on the ears.

“Hi,” he replies, and Goomy and Dreepy gurgle and chirp at him happily; Goomy uses one of its horn to press down on a random button on the remote control beside them, changing the channel from a drama to a cartoon show.

Throwing a quick glance to the clock on the wall, she says, “You’re early.”

“Ah, yeah, I managed to get everything done…I can come back if you’re not ready.”

“Not at all, give me a minute.”

“Sure.”

“Please have a seat,” she gestures to an empty couch and so he plops himself down.

Raihan’s girlfriend finishes filling up the shelves on the wall with the bottles and the milk before she ducks behind the counter and he hears more glass containers rattling within and she stacks two or three more on the shelf before she says, “Would you like some tea?”

“No, thank you.”

"Okay."

Leon casually glances around the small waiting room until he casts a glimpse at her; Raihan’s girlfriend is a pokemon breeder and she’s the complete opposite of the dragon tamer: calm, quiet and certainly not flamboyant in any manner. Apparently she’s good at handling him and there are rumours flying around that he is madly in love with her. Despite her meek outward appearance, looks can be deceiving because Raihan’s girlfriend is also an EV trainer with an arsenal of high-levelled, competitive pokemon.

And he’s asked her for help.

She dries her hand on a Bellossom tea towel and finally heads to the gate, opening it. “Thanks for waiting! Well, come on in. Sorry about the mess.”

“No problem,” Leon gets up from his seat - looks like she trusts Goomy and Dreepy to be left on their own - and he closes the gate behind him, follows her inside the interior and often unseen part of the nursery.

She leads him towards the baby pokemon room; it's covered with pastel yellow wallpaper dotted with little stars and moons and there are plenty of baby mobiles hanging from the ceiling, soft play toys, alphabet play cubes and various squeaky toys and Leon is greeted with the sight of Cleffas, Pichus, Smoochums, Magbys and Bonslys running rampant around the available space and generally causing mischief. She runs inside at once, pulling at a Mime Jr that’s about to leap off a high shelf before she separates two Munchlaxes who are squabbling over a bowl of berries.

“So sorry,” she exclaims as Leon glances around, unsure where to really look due to the chaos, “I swear they can be very well-behaved. So…what do you think?”

Leon chuckles and folds his arms. “Of course, but…” as the babies bawl and drool and roll around the playmats, he puts a hand under his chin to ponder, “...Something’s not quite right. I’m not saying she won’t like a baby pokemon but…it’s not really her.”

Her shoulders droop. “Oh, r-really? Well…maybe not a baby pokemon then?” Copying his action, an Igglybuff taps at her calf as she rubs at her chin. She glances down and it points to a bottle it cannot reach on the table. She picks it up and hands it to it and Igglybuff rolls away, and she says, “What about an abandoned pokemon?”

Leon raises a brow. “There are abandoned pokemon here?”

She nods sadly; a Riolu tugs on her leg next, wanting to be held, “Unfortunately, yes, the number of pokemon dropped off at the nursery and subsequently being abandoned has risen," she says glumly as she picks the fighting pokemon up and pats him on the head.

“Where are they? Can you show me?”

“Of course,” she puts down Riolu, goading him to play with the others and all the baby pokemon look at her expectantly, “You guys be on your best behaviour, okay?”

There’s a response of chirping, squeaking, high-pitched trilling and a few nods of the head. She looks at them worriedly but has no choice but to leave the room for now. Regardless, the baby pokemon don’t seem to be intent on wreaking too much havoc.

She leads Leon out of the nursing room and further along the corridor, stopping at a random door and opening it; she holds the door open for him and his eyes grow wide when he sees a dozen or so pokemon littered around the room, resting in baskets or perches. However, there is something terribly gloomy about this room and he realises the dullness is emanating from the Pokemon within.

An Eevee in the corner is tightly curled up against the wall but looks up when they enter and its large eyes meets Leon’s. Its ears are flat against its head and its fur is dull and matted. It's clutching a squidgy berry toy to itself.

It’s….miserable.

Raihan’s girlfriend sighs under her breath, “We initially put them together with the other pokemon, but they seem to be doing better with other abandoned pokemon so…my boss put them altogether in one room. Some pokemon have actually broken out and run away…these are the ones that are still waiting for their owner.”

Leon glances around, inspecting the remaining pokemon; a Corvisquire with rough-looking feathers sits on the perch with its head under its wing. A Skwovet hides underneath its thick tail, its wet eyes looking up at the duo. A Minccino is crying in another corner; she runs to it immediately and scoops it up in her arms.

“…This isn’t new, but the numbers are growing rapidly,” she replies as she holds the small pokemon tightly to her chest. It responds to her embrace, closing its eyes.

“What’s wrong with Eevee?”

“We diagnosed it with a permanent leg injury. It can no longer battle.”

Leon bites down on his lip; the sight of abandoned or injured pokemon makes his heart clench with grief. “Arceus, I want to take them all.”

“You can’t. Not yet. They’ve actually not passed the period yet,” Raihan’s girlfriend replies, “My boss set a month, at least. If their owners don’t return, the pokemon are officially under our care."

Leon emits a sigh under his breath until he spots a small and malnourished fox pokemon sitting quietly by the window, staring outside at the scenery. It hasn’t seemed to have noticed their presences and he observes it for a fraction longer than usual before he takes a step forward. Once he's at its side, it turns round and a single, glassy brown eye blinks at him whilst the other appears to be missing. Furthermore, it only has one tail.

Leon moves to crouch on one knee before the small creature and it regards him silently before throwing its gaze to the window once more, though it wags its small tail.

“Oh! Vulpix…” Raihan’s girlfriend murmurs, “….Poor thing, she's been here more than a month and her owner never came back. She's absolutely lovely, she would be a great choice if it suits your friend."

“I’ll take her,” Leon says, without a moment of hesitation, “Will that be alright?”

She nods with a wide smile. “Of course! I'll get the paperwork ready."

"Paperwork?" he realises he's beginning to dislike that word.

"Yes, it's mostly for our records, then you can pick her up in three days minimum."

"Thanks, I'm looking forward to it!" he exclaims, and she grins in response, picking Vulpix up and off the ground.

"Thank you, Leon!! Isn't this wonderful? You're going to have a new home soon," she coos, lifting one of her paws and wiggling it gently. He can't help but grin.

Raihan's girlfriend hands him the Pokemon and slips her into his arms; their gazes meet and Vulpix blinks her single eye, wags her tail gently, then reaches over and licks his cheek.

She's perfect.

...

Although you’re not quite sure how you managed to get a wink of sleep for the remainder of that night considering what had happened between you and Leon in the garden, you wake up in time for further checkups and the doctors inform you that you will be discharged by end of the day. It's good news, though you will need to make routine visits to get your dressings replaced for a further week or so.

And when you check Rotom, you have received several messages.

Graves will come to pick you up before you are formally discharged and instructs you to get packing. He also briefly tells you his findings about Edward Rose: he was not a satanist but he did not have a good reputation amongst the Rose family. Being one of the lesser known 'Rose', he was remembered for his descent into madness and there is no record on how he obtained or why he chose to use human blood, skin and hair for his painting.

Fifteen paintings are alleged to exist and he was about to complete one more, but this final piece was apparently incomplete and subsequently went missing following his death. The existence of these paintings are bordering mythical. No-one has seen them before and there is no evidence. Just rumours.

But they do exist, and you tell Graves you had found the final painting in the basement of Rose's art gallery, but Graves remarks that there was no such thing when they searched it.

Therefore you realise Rose has already taken it and with that in mind, your fist curls until your knuckles turn white. Realising anything to do with Rose sets you off into an irrevocable rage, you move on and try to think of other things.

Magnolia and Sonia will visit you.

And so will Leon.

You hold your breath as you nervously swipe his message open, letting your eyes roam over the screen. Your mood lifts in a split second and your heart beat speeds up. He asks how you are doing and that he has returned to his duties but he will do his best to visit you before you leave hospital. On this occasion, there is one emoji included but the remainder of the message remains rather professional and straight-forward. You reread it a few more times before a smile worms its way over your face and your heart flutters.

However, you're able to subdue this profound giddiness and your response is a very neutral sounding 'okay' and you hope that's a satisfactory enough answer.

Thus your day begins and it starts off with Sonia and Magnolia visiting as promised; they’ve bagged the first slot and somehow your poster that says 'One Visitor at a Time' no longer applies as they've also brought little Yamper, Cutie and Poltea with them and once they enter the room, you are pounced on as everyone is simply dying to embrace you. Overjoyed to see them, you hug for a lot longer than usual, before Magnolia tells you off again for the danger you had put yourself in but you tell her you will no longer be working on cases and that you will be taking a break.

Pleased with your decision, Magnolia nods to herself.

"I had a dream," you murmur as Cutie and Poltea move to sit on your shoulders, "when you came to pick me up from the psych ward."

Magnolia and Sonia watch you quietly.

"...And I'm really grateful," you add, your fist clinching over the sparse, thin duvet, "for everything. For taking me in, for looking after me. Thank you."

Sonia reacts with a cheerful smile and throws her arms around you again, holding you as tightly as possible and you do the same, whilst Magnolia nods briefly as she balances her cane with both hands.

“That was such a long time ago," Sonia replies, "Don't think about it; it was a bad chapter of your life."

You can only nod.

"How are you feeling anyway?" she adds, when she finally lets go of you.

"I'm okay," you say, and you show her your arm, "...could be better, I guess."

"Hmm... at least the doctors say it's gonna heal. And I heard Leon stayed with you most of the night."

"Yeah, he saved my life."

Sonia giggles whilst Magnolia tells her to keep her voice down, thoroughly reminding her that they're in a hospital. You chuckle as Sonia pouts in response.

They’ve brought you breakfast and lunch in case the hospital food is not sufficient (and it is) and unfortunately they cannot stay for long; their visiting time is over. You and Sonia exchange a long hug and soon, they depart; though you long to tell Sonia what has happened, you feel it’s not particularly the right moment.

In your empty room, Gengar appears from your shadow and though you're aware he dislikes emerging during the day, you're glad he's here and he is happy to see that you are well too; floating over to your side, you and Gengar proceed to share an embrace. You sprawl your arms around his rotund body and back and rest your cheek over the top of his spiky head whilst stubby arms cling to your sides.

"Aww, I missed you too,” you say, and Gengar looks at you with a concerned expression, "I'm fine."

Gengar lets go of you, then puts his hands on his hips and waggles them for a bit and you're wondering what he's trying to say until he glances around the room for a while before he spots an old magazine left on one of the counters. He grabs it, returns to your side and after flipping through some pages, points to you again and then to a random page.

And Leon is on this random page. It's some kind of advert, where he is sitting on a throne with a crown atop his head.

It can only mean one thing.

"Did you see us??" you ask nervously.

Gengar nods and grins mischievously, before he uses a hand to sweep his imaginary hair back and catwalks down your room with a hand on one hip. You didn't realise Gengar had this much sass.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you huff, as his feet leave the floor so he can float up into the air to chuckle. Pointing to you and then to Leon's picture on the magazine, he then clasps both hands together and bats his eyelashes and performs a full three hundred and sixty degree circle in the air.

You roll your eyes in response.

"Harhar, yes, very funny," you reply, but you're smiling.

Gengar returns to rest and you realise you’re missing your other pokemon so you search your room briefly but to no avail; you can’t find the ragdoll anywhere so you leave your room only to see Mimikyu seated outside on one of the empty chairs with her head drooped, crying.

Alarmed, you head over to the pokemon at once, crouching in front of her and big, fat tears drip from the two glowing dots where her eyes should be, staining the dull fabric of its disguise.

“Mimi? What’s wrong???" you exclaim, "Are you hurt? Did someone hurt you?”

“Mi…mi….” she squeaks as she shakes her head, weeping, “Me show you.”

“Okay,” you reply, and as you lower your good arm, she takes a few tiny steps forwards, hops over your elbow and climbs up to sit on your shoulder.

"Mi...are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. It's you I'm worried about."

"Mi...it's okay," she replies, and she uses a shadowy tendril to pat you on top of the head.

"What do you want to show me?"

"This way, mi mi."

She stops crying as she leads you away from your room and out of your ward in its entirety, guiding you to the direction of the paediatric ward and though you’re not sure if you’re allowed inside, Mimikyu asks you to stop at a certain corridor and as you glance at the nearby nurse's station, the nurses don't seem bothered with your presence at all.

“Mi…look,” Mimikyu says, pointing at the wall.

It is covered in crayon drawings of many pokemon that stretches all the way deep into the children’s play area and into the visitor’s hall which you cannot enter. There's even a crayon drawing of a purple pokemon that says 'eKaNs is SnAkE sPeLlEd bAcKwArDs'.

“Me saw,” she adds as you inspect the wall carefully, “No Mimikyu. Other Pokemon, yes. Pikachu…lots of Pikachu. No Mimikyu. Mi….me hatePikachu…” Mimikyu growls before her eyes gleam furiously with murderous intent under her disguise and a dark, wispy miasma begins to escape from her body. Her shadowy tendril twists into a tight claw in response to her anger, shaking with rage, “Me kill Pikachu…”

You try to reassure her but she shakes her head, trembling fiercely with hatred. Underneath the rag, the sounds of teeth grinding can be heard along with a bizarre clicking noise.

"Hey Mimi?"

"What is it, mi?"

"Why do you not want to look like Pikachu?"

Mimikyu blinks at you in shock before her eyes narrow, the glowing dots burning brightly, "....Mi...me wear the skin of the enemy....?" she growls, and this time her voice positively turns low and demonic, "Me think not..."

As Mimikyu hisses and seethes, you place a finger to your chin as you contemplate how different your Mimikyu is compared to others. Considering Mimikyu is upset that there are no pictures of any Mimikyu here, an idea hatches in your mind and you carefully comb through the ward until you pass a room full of screaming children who jump in their beds and throw pokemon dolls around in the air.

A little girl sitting on her own at a play table is busy doodling princess castles on pieces of A4 paper (and unfortunately, onto the table) captures your attention and you head over.

"Hi."

She looks up at you, blinking her big blue eyes. Then she proceeds to stick a green crayon up her nose. Lovely.

"Can I borrow these?" you ask, gesturing to a pack.

She nods, then grabs a brown crayon and sticks that one up her remaining, empty nostril.

Luckily for you, you don't need those colours so you grab several clean crayons and untarnished paper off the play table closest to you and leave the ward and return to your own; you close the door shut and climb over the bed.

“Mi…what are you doing?” Mimikyu asks, baffled, as you spread the paper over the table and lay the crayons out.

“I’ll draw you,” you utter and Mimikyu looks at you with shock.

“You…draw mi?”

“Yep.”

Mimikyu blinks at you blankly before she lets out a high-pitched squeak of glee that makes your eardrums rattle and a lurid snap rips through the room and you throw your glance to the window where a small crack has appeared in one corner. As Mimikyu continues squeaking, albeit at a lower pitch, tears of joy stain the fabric of her disguise once again and two shadowy tendrils proceed to slither out from her mouth and ensnare your head. It's a rather bizarre and cold, clammy sensation as Mimikyu hugs you.

Whilst you smile at her reassuringly, the door to your room opens and you look up to see Jace and two others you didn’t expect to see: Tanner and Cole.

“Duckie!” Jace exclaims with relief and he dives for you but Mimikyu hisses at him, her ragdoll features contorting horrifically and he comes to a skidding halt, letting out a rather high-pitched shriek in progress. "W-what is that?"

“Mimi, this is Jace," you say as you flick a casual glance to the pokemon, "Jace is good.”

“…Jace good?” she says.

“Yeah.”

“Mi…okay.”

"Jace, this is Mimikyu. She prefers being a ragdoll disguise than a Pikachu one."

"Oh, I see."

“That thing can talk,” Tanner says with wide eyes as Mimikyu slowly releases you and slides down to occupy an empty space on your bed, her tendrils slither back inside her mouth which closes up, the stitches returning to their proper place and Jace is free to approach and embrace you with no issues.

“Yeah, she can talk,” you reply, and Tanner and Cole stare at the ragdoll, bewildered. Regardless, you’re more occupied with Jace.

“Are you okay?” you ask as you let go of each other.

He nods wildly, rubbing at his eyes and nose which is very wet. “I’m fine! Are you okay?!!!”

“Yep.”

As you pat Jace reassuringly on the back, the Ghostbunkers glance at each other awkwardly as they stand in the room and everyone looks at each other and it’s as though everyone is thinking the same thing.

“I had to bring these guys,” Jace moans aloud as he jabs a thumb to their direction, “They wanted to tag along.”

Tanner steps forwards. “Yeah. Um, I know you probably don't wanna see us. Me, in particular, which I can totally understand....but we wanted to apologise. We’re really sorry. I’m sorry,” he murmurs. He looks badly battered and sickly in his fraying chalky-white hospital gown. The possession must have taken its toll on him.

“Me too,” says Cole. Unlike his best friend, Cole is in better shape.

“Can you forgive us?” Tanner asks morosely, and he gulps as though he's terrified of your response but you nod and he emits a huge sigh of relief. “Thanks. Oh god, I can't really explain it but I was still conscious when…” he gestures to your poor, bandaged arm, “I’m really sorry. Like so, so sorry. Hell, I don't think sorry's good enough so I brought Runerigus. I think he should stay with you. He's actually really nice... a totally chill guy. Cole, bring him here.”

“Yeah, sure," Cole searches in his pockets and pulls out the capsule which Tanner scoops up; he takes a minute step and leaves it for you on your table then returns to stand sheepishly before you with Cole at his side.

“We’re sorry,” Tanner says again, hanging his head low, “I’m not gonna let this slide, you know. Rose is a double-crossing, no-good Raticate bastard.”

You and Jace nod in agreement.

“I made him richer,” you murmur, “I can’t believe it.”

Cole and Jace appear confused and toss their gazes to you.

"His ancestor Edward Rose was a painter," you explain, "and he died before he could complete a painting, which was the one we found in the basement. It was a map, and it led to a treasure. I asked Chief Inspector Graves to investigate the art gallery but he says they didn't find any painting so obviously Rose has taken it and now there's no evidence of its existence. By now I'm pretty sure Chairman Rose has used it to find the hidden treasure, sold it or hid it away."

"Damn it, he's a clever bastard, I'll give him that," Tanner grunts out, "Cole, what about our video? We recorded it, right?"

"....I hate to say it but the video footage doesn't work. The moment we went into the basement, the recording went fuzzy."

"Yeah, that was probably Edward Rose's doing," you reply, “Rose will make sure it’s as though it never existed so we can’t persecute him or claim compensation.”

“Well, we’re not going to let him get away with it. I’m still going to press charges. Two can play at this game, ya know? I’ll let you know what happens, okay? It’s not fair on us. He used us. We’ve all been played and what happened last night was…crazy, it was so crazy, man.”

“Yeah, it was crazy,” Cole echoes, nodding.

And Tanner shrugs helplessly, lifting a hand and pinching the middle of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “I have no words, man. I mean I don’t really wanna Ghostbunk anymore,” he admits, “Cole doesn’t want to either.”

“Yeah, I don’t wanna Ghostbunk,” Cole says, nodding again.

Although it is of no particular interest to you, you discover Cole is different on his own; once he is paired with Tanner, he seems devoid of personality and reliant on the more confident and boisterous Tanner.

“Anyway. We’ll let you know how we get on,” Tanner finishes.

“Sure. Good luck.”

“Thanks. Good luck to you too. Here, uh…this is our number, if you ever need our help.”

“I doubt it,” Jace whispers, only for you to hear, but you elbow him and smile politely at Tanner.

“Thank you.”

Without anything else to say, Tanner and Cole apologise once again...for almost everything - for making fun of you, for mauling your arm etcetera; you accept their heartfelt apology and they leave your room silently.

"Wow, they were so sorry." Jace says and you nod. "Damn, I should've recorded it."

“Jace-"

"I'm kidding!"

"Well...I’m sorry too,” you mutter.

“Huh? What...? No, no, what are you apologizing for? You did nothing wrong, chuck.”

“It was too dangerous. I should’ve known. You got hurt because of me.”

“Oh c'mon, look at me. I’m fine!!! I'll always be fine,” he says, before he plops his hand atop your head and ruffles your hair; you muster a weak smile as he punches you in the elbow and shoulders playfully, “So...Leon saved you…?”

“Yeah. I’ve told him to stay away from me.”

Jace crosses his arms and nods to himself. “Good, he’s partially responsible for this.”

“I didn’t have to take the case; it was my decision.”

“Yeah, but if you didn’t, you would’ve made Leon look bad.”

You sigh gently. “It’s not like that at all, Jace. Look, it’s happened and no-one’s to blame. Magnolia and Graves don’t want me to work on these cases anymore and I'm going to listen to them. I’m going to go on a break. Well, there's still Spiritomb to catch but from now on, I'm just going to take it easy.”

Jace seems surprised with your resolution. “…I see."

“So, let's not dwell on this anymore. What’re you going to do now?”

“Oh, uh, I've been told I can go home," Jace utters, rubbing the back of his head, "and my friend from Sinnoh is actually coming to visit Galar, he's gonna be a guest judge for the Beauty Pageant, he's got some kind of exhibition match, he wants to try and see a Galarian Zapdos. Oh, and he's also here to inspect the Energy Plant."

"He sounds like a really busy guy."

"He is! Did I mention that he's a gym leader too? And he’s gonna stay at my place so I gotta clean up my flat and-"

You wait for Jace to finish only to see that he is staring limply into space before he whips his head to you and you stare at him in confusion. "What’s wrong?”

“By Jove, I’ve got it!” he exclaims loudly, his jaw hanging open, “Duckie, now that you're not gonna take on any cases, I take it you're pretty much free for the next couple of days???”

“Yeah, I guess…”

“Okay, okay, I’ll give you a call, alright?”

“…Uh, sure.”

“Right, I gotta go. Will you be okay on your own? Anyone picking you up?”

“Yeah. Graves.”

Jace hesitates, then says, "Arceus help you."

"Thanks," you reply, with an all-knowing nod.

After exchanging goodbyes, Jace dashes off and you’re on your own again; glancing at Runerigus’ capsule, you will deal with him at another time. Apparently he's a chill guy.

You’ve still to finish your drawing of Mimikyu and she’s been sitting quietly and very patiently beside you on the bed, occupying herself by playing with some loose threads of your blanket so you resume your sketch of her before colouring it with the crayons and once you’re done, you lift the paper high in the air with a grin and show Mimikyu who looks up and she hops onto your shoulder again to peer at your drawing, pleased with your efforts.

“Mi mi,” she croons, “Me look good.”

You giggle as she squeaks with delight. “Come on, let’s go hang this up,” you say with a grin, and Mimikyu nods.

Leaving your room for the second time, you make your way to the children’s ward and find the same room where you had asked to borrow the paper and crayons, and with the box in hands, you swiftly return the items where the little girl from before is now sticking crayons into her ears and a nurse is trying to stop her.

Returning to the main corridor, you locate the wall with the drawings and scour for an empty spot and once you’ve pinpointed an empty space, you use some blu-tack from another portrait, splitting some of it up, and use it for your own drawing. You proceed to stick Mimikyu’s picture on the wall, pressing hard on the corners to ensure it’s sticking well and Mimikyu nods with happiness and claps using two tendrils.

“Thank you, mi mi,” she says, nodding vigorously with gratitude.

“You’re very welcome, but it would be nice if I could see what’s under your disguise and draw the real you.”

Mimikyu blinks at you, then shakes her head vigorously, “...If you see mi, me will kill you and me....me don’t want that. Me actually like you.”

You stare at your Pokemon in surprise then giggle lightly.

It’s time to return to your ward but Mimikyu tears off several of the children's drawings of Pikachu along the way, prompting you to run and escape the ward as quickly as you can and before you're spotted although you're certain there might be CCTV around. It's too late to reprimand her anyway and as you pass the communal area where you see the door that leads to the yard, you remember last night’s events where Leon had tried to kiss you and your cheeks flare up.

You had almost kissed if Oleana didn’t interrupt.

“I wonder what Leon is doing...” you forlornly utter under your breath before you could help yourself.

You miss him, and you hope he's doing well and you’re brought out of your reverie when you hear someone ‘pssst psst psst’-ing at your direction and glancing over, an old man in a robe seated at a chess table by the window is beckoning you over. You look left and right, then point to yourself.

He nods. “Do you know how to play chess?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh lovely. Would you like to play against me? None of these bozos can.”

Graves won’t be coming for another three hours.

“Sure,” you say, with nothing to lose and tonnes of time to spare.

Thus you head over and sit down on the drab-looking chair, staring at the worn pieces before you pick them up one by one and begin fixing them into their appropriate positions on the board. The old man helps, setting up his own pieces on his side.

The old man looks familiar and he too seems to recognize you. He says, “Aren’t you Leon’s girlfriend?”

“Uh, no, we're not...we're not together.”

"Yet," he says.

You cringe.

“I remember you were together though,” he adds.

"Yeah, I was visiting him when he was in hospital.”

“And now it’s your turn.”

You nod as he snorts with laughter; he asks you what happened but you tell him it’s a long story, to which he tells you he has all the time in the world, so you recount the tale of Rose and the haunted art gallery as the game begins.

“Uh-huh, I see, then what happened?” he asks; he moves his pawn to forward to which you counter.

You tell him about Runerigus, Tanner, Cole, the possession. Everything.

“What other cases have you worked on?” he asks. You're surprised he's listening and not questioning your sanity as most do.

You tell him about the ghost of South Miloch as your game progresses and you're taking the lead and soon, your story has caught the attention of a passing old lady using a walking frame.

“Did you just say the ghost of South Miloch?” she says with a slight, nasally pitch to her voice, and she turns to you and the old man questioningly before she adds, “I saw it with me own eyes!”

“Sally, this young lady solved the case and broke the curse,” the old man says, and the woman subjects you to an incredulous look.

“Oooh, did you, sweetheart?” and old Sally hobbles to the closest seat nearest to your chess table and plops herself down. “Molly, come here! This is the girl who solved the Miloch case! I told you I wasn’t seeing things! I told you I saw a ghost!”

She’s addressing another elderly woman who’s seated near the telly on a plushy couch with today’s newspapers propped up in her withered hands. Upon being called, Molly looks away from her paper behind her spectacles and glances over; Sally excitedly beckons her over to join with a little wave and a toothy grin and she sighs and gets up slowly, then shuffles over and joins her on the couch.

Glancing at the OAPs, it seems you have gathered an audience who are interested in listening and learning about all your exploits.

“Well? Go on then, dear, tell us more,” Sally says with a gummy smile, and you blink wide-eyed at them.

“Oh, um…well, it was to do with a will and a massive family inheritance..."

And so you share with them the details about the case, from the very beginning of the investigation, through to the middle and to the very end though you do omit names for privacy; the chess game seems to have become forgotten and before you know it, you’ve attracted a small crowd so you move to one of the sofas near the television which grants you a full view of the entire communal area so your small group can listen and gather around you properly. They nestle themselves on the couches, listening keenly as you eagerly recount your tales of hidden treasures, lost loves and spooky phantoms.

Suddenly, a nurse enters the room and calls your name loudly.

Pausing in mid-sentence, you glance over and see Graves standing beside her. He takes one look at you, then at the elderly patients who have gathered around you and raises a brow.

“We’re going now,” he barks.

Time had flown by so quickly.

“Okay,” you rise and leave your seat and your crowd of elderly patients begin to whine but they’re quickly dispersed by the nurses. You tell them your online blog contains more details though you’re aware that they probably don’t really know how to work the internet and they should ask their tech-savvy grandchildren.

Checking the clock on the wall, it's then you realise Leon hadn’t come to visit you after all.

...

Leon has been trying to visit you but is always prevented to do so at the very last minute. He's had a photoshoot that's taken up his entire morning and afternoon, then once he's finished and he thinks he has time to go to the hospital, if it isn’t a fan asking for a photo and autograph, it’s Rose asking him to head over to a route to help sort something out before he's directed to a city or another route for something else.

He’s keen to visit you and checking the clock on his phone, he sees the hours trickle one by one yet the moment he thinks he has a minute to spare, he is lulled into a false sense of security as something else crops up and he’s forcibly whisked away.

You got him a gift last time and so he is set in his mind to get you a gift too; he’s already got Vulpix but she isn't available to be collected yet so he's keen to get you something else.

Aware that you’re going to be discharged soon, if not now, he quickly finishes up his task and uses this opportunity to venture to the hospital before he's missed. He sends you a quick message to let you know that he is coming.

On his way, he enters a gift shop on the outskirts filled with quaint décor and with Charizard, he commences some casual browsing where he eventually settles to purchase a bouquet of multicoloured flowers which he is quite certain you will like. The florist has reassured him on this, too.

Without further ado, Leon heads to the hospital.

And as you’re packing your bag in your room, Graves knocks on the door, enters and asks, “You ready?”

“Yeah,” you say, as you sling the bag over your shoulder and you make sure you have Runerigus and Mimikyu’s capsule whilst Gengar lingers in your shadow.

You try one more time to message Leon but your reception suddenly decides to go kaput and you have been unable to get through to him or receive messages for the past hour or so.

Graves waits outside as you spare one more glance to your now-empty room, at the pristine bed, the empty table and chair. The blinds are pulled up and the sun’s setting, casting a beautiful orangey glow within and your face falls when you check the clock again and throw your glance to the door as though you’re expecting a certain purple-haired someone to come rushing in, panting and looking adorably sweaty and breathless whilst unnecessarily and continuously apologising for being late and you will smile and tell him it’s fine and –

“Alright then, let’s go.” Graves says, swinging a set of car keys with one finger.

"Did you talk to Rose?"

"I did. I'll fill you in later. Let's grab something to eat first.”

"Okay."

You leave the room with Graves carrying your bag for you and promptly head down the corridor, arriving at the lift. Graves presses the button, whistling. He spots a nurse who smiles at him and he clears his throat.

“Good evening, ma’am.”

“Hello, Chief Inspector Graves. Is this your daughter?”

“Uh….sort of.”

The nurse passes sweeping looks between you and the much older Graves, and he appears to have also realised his mistake; whilst you roll your eyes, Graves splutters out an explanation but the nurse leaves with no further follow up.

“When’s this stupid lift coming,” Graves ends up complaining loudly. “Hurry up, damnit.”

There are two lifts but it seems they are exceptionally slow.

Downstairs and Leon with flowers anxiously waits for the lift to arrive, hoping he’s not too late.

People are actively staring and he will wave and smile but they appear to respect his privacy and so he's mostly left alone though the massive bouquet in his hands causes some brows to raise. Charizard helps preen him, licking his claws and tidying his hair, pinching loose strands together and flattening them over the sides of his head. Leon grins at his pokemon and Charizard attempts to give him a thumbs up.

The lift arrives and he steps in; the lift begins to ascend.

Upstairs and the lift doors open and Graves mutters, “Finally, took it long enough,” he grumbles and grunts but lets you enter first and then hops in himself, pressing the button for the basement where the carpark is.

And as the doors begin to close, you hear the sound of the lift opposite yours opening with a loud ‘ping’ and as you look up, the doors of your lift slide to a close, but through the tiny one inch gap, you think you see a familiar shade of purple -

- and Leon steps out, just as the doors to the lift opposite his has closed and begins descending.

He rushes towards the direction of your room with flowers in hand but the door is open and the bed is neatly made and the room is empty.

Confused, he returns to the nurse’s desk and asks for your whereabouts.

“Oh, she just got in that lift,” the nurse says, pointing to the aforementioned elevator, “Literally one minute ago. You just missed her.”

For the first time in Leon’s life, he was devastated.

...

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c-swirlz · 4 years

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11. Demus please oh great leader XD

The way you said “I love you.” 11. With a shuddering gasp

Sanders Sides Fic Requests: The Way You Said “I love you.” (Prompts, guidelines, etc.) -- Requests closed

Warmth

Summary: Janus is cold and his chaotic significant other has swiped his cloak. Said significant other uses this as an excuse to cuddle.

Pairing(s): Demus

Content/trigger warning(s): Strangulation mention, inappropriate comments

[AO3 link]

|| Both Janus and Remus are kinda OOC in this since I don’t have as much experience writing them compared to other characters. Sorry about that. ||

Janus was cold.

Yes, being part snake meant he had the cold-blood characteristic (at least partly), but normally his cloak was capable of trapping warmth on particularly cold days.

Unfortunately, it just so happened that Janus’ chaotic trash rat of a boyfriend had swiped his beloved cloak whilst they were hanging out in Remus’ room, and, even more unfortunately, it seemed that the Mindscape had inconveniently decided to adapt to the temperature in the real world while also altering it -- as it did quite frequently -- to make the Sides’ haven freezing cold.

Janus knew it was because there was a slight chill in the real world, but did the Mindscape have to blow that to such extreme proportions? He was fairly certain he was going to freeze to death if Remus didn’t return his goddamn cloak.

Speaking of Remus-

“Gosh, Double Dee, I don’t think you ever told me just how warm this is!”

It was a surprisingly tame statement, but Janus knew his boyfriend.

Wait for it...

“And the material; it’s so firm! You could totally strangle someone with this.”

There it is.

A shiver suddenly ran down Janus’ spine and he failed to suppress a shudder, which caught Remus’ attention. He tilted his head to the side slightly in confusion before striding over to his boyfriend -- who was sitting on Remus’ bed -- and flopping onto his lap, laying horizontally across his legs. Instinctively, Janus leaned down and planted a small kiss on the Duke’s forehead.

Remus frowned, though his eyes gleamed with mischief. “You got a boner or something, Dee?” He smirked. “It’s okay if you do; I won’t tell anyone,” he continued with a wink.

Janus went scarlet.

“No, I do not-” Janus cut himself off, closing his eyes and inhaling steadily through his nose. Remus’ expression morphed into a suggestive look as he waggled his eyebrows, to which Janus responded by gesturing to his bare hands, his gloves currently tucked away somewhere safe. The gloves were responsible for Janus’ impulsive reverse-talk -- AKA lying -- and he only ever removed them when he was alone with Remus, save for that one confrontation with Thomas, but even then he had only removed one glove.

In short; the gloves were responsible for his frequent lies. The fact that he wasn’t currently wearing them meant that Remus’ assumption was incorrect if Janus’ response was taken into consideration.

Remus pouted, and Janus raised an eyebrow.

“Aww, I was so sure you had a boner,” Remus mumbled. Janus opened his mouth to respond, but another shiver ran down his spine which led to another shudder. Judging by the way Remus sat up and stared at his boyfriend, he’d felt it.

“Wait... you’re not cold, are you?”

Janus gave Remus a look, and the Duke’s mouth formed a small O.

“Oh yeah; part snake. Forgot about that.”

Janus forced a smile he hoped looked somewhat kind. “Yes, I’m cold, so may I please have my cloak back?”

Remus pondered the question for a moment, shuffling down the bed as Janus reached out to retrieve his garment.

“After much consideration, I’ve decided that I don’t want to part with this wonderful item of clothing just yet.”

Janus hissed threateningly. “Remus.”

“Relax, Doctor Trickle; there’re tons of other ways we can warm you up!”

Janus’ eyebrows furrowed in suspicion, but curiosity got the best of him. “What, pray tell, is one of those ‘other ways’?”

Remus’ lips curled up into a sly smile and he laid down on the bed, shuffling backwards so his back was up against the wall. Janus simply stared at his boyfriend, not understanding. Realising that the snakelike Side wasn’t catching on, Remus rolled his eyes with an over-dramatic sigh before patting the space beside him whilst staring up at Janus.

Janus blinked. “You want us to... sleep together.”

Remus shook his head, a massive grin on his face. “While I wouldn’t be opposed, that isn’t what we’re doing.”

“Then what’re we-”

“We’re cuddling, now c’mere.”

Janus opened his mouth to oppose, but decided against it as he saw Remus pull off the puppy-dog eyes, his bottom lip poking outwards slightly. The snakelike Side huffed as he gave in and shuffled over next to Remus, laying down and allowing the Duke to pull him close and pepper kisses all over his face. There was the occasional lick, but that wasn’t surprising by any means, and Janus wasn’t at all disgusted by it as it was simply a normal thing his boyfriend did, therefore it would be wrong to frown upon it.

With a snap of Remus’ fingers, there was a blanket covering the pair. The Duke then adjusted the cloak -- Janus’ cloak -- where it was sitting upon his shoulders. Janus could feel himself gradually warming up, but he wasn’t entirely sure whether it was because of the blanket and cuddling or because of him becoming flustered. He settled on the possibility that it could be a bit of both.

“Better~?”

Janus nodded. “Yeah,” he breathed, gazing into Remus’ eyes. Judging by the expression on the Duke’s face, he was doing the same as he admired his boyfriend’s mismatched eyes.

“I-” Janus gasped quietly as a particularly violent shudder racked his body, the movement causing his voice to waver and a shaky breath to escape his lips. He expected Remus to make an inappropriate comment regarding the noise he’d just made, but his partner simply held him closer and tighter, transferring his body heat to the other.

Janus composed himself before attempting to say what he wished to say a second time, confident the warmth currently enveloping him would prevent any more uninvited shudders from interrupting him.

“I love you, Remus.”

Remus chuckled, planting a tender kiss on Janus’ nose.

“Love you too, Snake-In-My-Butt.”

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #sanders sides oneshot #janus sanders #remus sanders #ts janus #ts remus #sanders sides janus #sanders sides remus #demus #dukeceit #tw strangulation mention #tw inappropriate comments #sansides love you prompts #swirlz scrawls

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chan-yolo · 5 years

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A/N Hi guys! This is another Baekhyun, and another requested from my lovely @byunfirstlady who i miss dearly! this request was made so so long ago, but I went on hiatus when finishing my degree, and now i’m finishing i’m slowly coming back.

I’ve twisted the ask a bit, but I hope you like it my love.

I just wanna say its unedited, and i apologise if it’s bad haha

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun / Reader

Genre: fluff? playful? i don’t know Lucifer!Baek Nerd!Baek

Warnings: implied smut?

Word Count: 3769

Requested.

Oversleeping was something you were good at, very good at. And even though you knew that most morning’s you had to be up for lesson’s, you still pushed it to the last minute to leave, just for those few extra seconds in bed. Today was no different. Even though it was in fact your day off, you still had somewhere to be, a study date in fact, with none other than your boyfriend, the boyfriend you hadn’t seen in a couple of days. And you were late. Brilliant.

Rushing through campus, you weaved through people, trying to get to the library as fast as you could. Though today everyone wanted to dawdle, and if this was your 9am Shakespeare lecture, then yes, you wouldn’t mind. But you were going to see your beautifully nerdy boyfriend, and you were in a hurry.

You tried not to elbow people out of the way, your eyes scanning the crowded entrance of the library for your boyfriend, trying to spot his light brown hair in the crowd. Finally your eyes landed on him, leaning against the front entrance, his foot tapping away to whatever music was playing through his headphones.

Sneaking up behind him, you grabbed onto his arm, making him jump and clutch on to his chest, his expression forming one of shock. You giggled at him, your index finger looping into the belt loop of his worn-out jeans to pull you a little closer to him. When he had removed his headphones, you ruffled his hair smiling up at him.

“Sorry I’m late.”

“You should be sorry about nearly killing me.” He pouted, making your smile widen.

“I’m sorry.” You pouted up at your boyfriend. He pulled you into a hug, his hands settling in their designated space on your hips to pull you further into him.

“It’s okay Jagiya, I’d die a million times if it was by your cuteness” Your boyfriend’s hand came up to pinch your cheek, smiling down at your disapproving face.

“Yah, Baekhyun! You’re too cheesy for this time in the morning.” Looking up at him you noticed how tired his eyes seemed behind his round glasses, the light shadow of sleep being casted beneath them. You could tell he’s been up again playing online with the campus gaming society he was so proud to be a part of. Resisting the urge to reprimand him, you pushed your face into his soft yellow jumper, snuggling your face into the material.

“I missed you.” You sighed out, voice being muffled by the material of his jumper. Above you, you heard him chuckle, his hand coming to stroke the top of your head adoringly.

“I missed you too my love.”

Meeting Baekhyun was far from exciting and adventurous, there were no parties, no coffee spilling’s, no enemies to lovers. The beginning of your love was so unfulfilling of your hopeless romantic heart you almost refused to pursue your interest of him, because how dare the world not give you a beginning of a love story that is swoon worthy right? Baekhyun was not in any of your classes, you never even knew the kid, but a friend of yours shared a class with him, and she didn’t like him so why would you give him a second thought? Honestly you didn’t really interact with people outside your friendship group because… well that’s just got anxiety written all over it. But one day you were with your friend and he had come to pass her some group notes they needed to work on as a project, and well… you did always have a weakness for boys with cute smiles, and his might’ve been the cutest.

Though he never acknowledged you, and you had forgotten about the boy with the cute smile, until you met him again. The town you studied in always had a spring festival, one filled with street food and flowers, and even though it sounded romantic it really wasn’t, it actually meant you were stuck in humidity, surrounded by loads of tourists and locals, whilst your eyes were watery, red and puffy from the hay fever you were experiencing. How very romantic.

Your friends dragged you around as you complained about the heat, damning the weather for forecasting light showers, causing you to dress in a hoodie. It was right by a flower stand when you saw him again, giggling with two of his friends, one around the same height as him and one marginally taller. He spotted your group next to his own, sending out polite, yet giggly greeting to his classmate, each group bowing a greeting to each other, though as Baekhyun looked at you, his forehead scrunched into an expression you though was confusion, making you tilt your head at him, unfortunately the ha fever was also an enemy of his, and the scrunch of confusion was actually one of displeasure, as he let out a violent sneeze, sneezing directly onto you in horror of himself, you and your friendship group. But surprisingly because of that meeting Baekhyun seemed to turn up more in your life, charming his way in until you were the loved u couple you were today.

* * *

The library was surprisingly busy for the morning. Normally students were too hungover from the night before to even consider stepping out of the house, but exam season called for them to crawl their way out in hopes they can find their way to a free computer to avoid the embarrassments if looking like meerkats seeking out places for their group to sit and study.

You and Baekhyun were sat in the back-right corner of the second first floor, laptops out with notes from your respective classes, trying to study the material you needed to pass. But you couldn’t help but think that you were the only one actually doing the studying. Whilst you were trying to memorise the stanza of a Blake poem you couldn’t seem to get down, you could feel a hard stare coming from the left of you, coincidentally from where your boyfriend was sat.

“Baek are you actually going to study? You have a test in four days.” Your eyes never left your poetry book, reading the lines over and over again.

“I am studying.” His voice quietly answered back, gaze never wavering from you. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his lie.

“Oh yeah, because it totally looks like it.” You hit back sarcastically.

“I am. I’m studying every little feature of your face, so when we don’t see each other for a few days I have this image of you in my mind, it keeps me going when I don’t have you to study with.” You could feel your cheeks heat up with the blush that overtook your face. In your peripheral you could see some girls staring at the two of you, giggling at what your boyfriend had just said. Turning to your left, you took in your smiling boyfriend, messy hair and tired face, making you want to just take him home and cuddle with him all day.

“Yah, Baekhyun, stop being so sloppy, people are staring.” The boy next to you hummed, resting his head on a pile of books that had accumulated next to you, never once looking away from you.

“I just missed you, that’s all angel.” You blushed harder at the pet name, smiling down at your notes once again. You left him to look at you, accepting he wouldn’t be getting any work done anytime soon.

“Come over later?” Baekhyun asked, well metaphorically knowing you would always say yes to coming over to his place anytime of the day. You let your mouth twitch upwards with a smile, underlining a sentence, letting your gaze linger back to his own soft one that had mischief hidden so far in them you had to squint to see it if you didn’t know him.

Yes. The answer was always yes.

***

Later that day, after you had reluctantly said goodbye to your boyfriend, you found yourself in a café with the friends you had made in the first year of you attending this university. You zoned out as everyone started talking about the gossip from their courses, absentmindedly sipping on the chai latte you decided to order to calm your stress levels. That was until your friends turned the conversation to you, specifically your relationship.

“So Y/N, how’s Baekhyun?” Your friend Carly sipped at her tea watching you. You simply hummed back nodding your head, not making eye contact with her, looking at your own cup.

“He’s good you know, busy with his work.”

“He always seems to be busy with something.” Your other friend Jen replied.

“What do you mean?” Looking up, your head tilted, looking over the three friends in front of you.

“Well, he always seems to be off playing those weird computer games, do you even go on dates?” You could tell Jen was judging your boyfriend, she always thought it was weird how much Baekhyun liked playing video games.

“Of course we do!”

“Babes, watching him play games and sitting in the library aren’t dates.” Carly countered.

“We don’t just study, and I like going to his when he plays games, we play together, it’s cute. Besides we don’t always have to be on top of each other, we can just be in each other’s company, doing separate things, I like that about us.” Stirring the liquid in your cup, you looked down at your cardigan covered hands, trying to defend your relationship once again.

“I just don’t understand why you’re with him… I think you should’ve said yes when Chanyeol asked you out, that boy is packing.” You rolled your eyes at Jen, tuning out on her gushing over your boyfriend’s tall classmate.

“You don’t know him like I do, he’s different to how you see him. All you have to do is give him a chance, for me.” You pleaded your two friends. Just as Jen was about to say something, Becca spoke up for the first time, clearly trying to avoid an argument.

“Guys just leave it alone, she can date who she wants.” Luckily that was enough for them, not wanting to carry on with degrading your boyfriend when they have more gossip, leaving you to sigh into your drink, knowing you were going to need more than one chai latte to get rid of the new round of stress.

***

6pm you finished class, managing to break away from your class mate. 6:43pm you turned up outside Baekhyun’s apartment. Fishing the key out of your bag, you let yourself in, knowing from the little grunts of annoyance Baekhyun was gaming again. Smiling to yourself, you walked into the kitchen setting your bag down, in the other hand was a take-out bag filled with Baekhyun’s favourite Japanese dish, ready to surprise him, knowing he’s probably not eaten properly today.

Walking to his room, you smiled at him sat in his gaming chair, eyes fixated on the brightly lit screen inf front of him. Placing his food down on his desk, you straddled his lap, placing your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. You felt him place a chaste kiss on your head, moving his hands around you to reach his keyboard.

“Jagi, how was coffee with your friends?” Kissing your head once again, you groaned at your boyfriends’ question. “They still don’t like me huh?” He chuckled out at you, eyes never leaving his screen. Your hand moved up to play with the hair on the back of his head, sighing once again.

“They just don’t know you.” You grumbled. Baekhyun’s hands moved to your back, stroking patterns into your skin.

“I think they’d like me even less if they did.” Moving back you looked at your soft boyfriend, features highlighted by the blue glow from his game. You took his glasses off, placing them behind you, moving to stroke his long fringe from his forehead.

“I’ll make them understand.” Pouting, your eyes followed the movements of your fingertips, not noticing the amused gaze in Baekhyun’s eyes.

“I don’t think they’ll accept it sweetheart.” His hands moved to your hips, squeezing lightly.

“It’s okay, I don’t need it.” You shrugged. Smiling, Baekhyun picked you up, abandoning his game, laying you down on his unmade bed, probably from a nap he had when he came home. Straddling you, his fingertips moved to trace the outline of your lips, down your neck, just to the curve of your breasts, before moving back up to your neck, his hand brushing over the front before moving to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“I love you y/n” His voice was sincere, his lips brushing your own as he moved down to place a teasing kiss on your lips, you moved to grasp his hair again as he nipped at your lips, his tongue joining your own in the longest kiss you had shared in a while. Your head spun, and your chest tightened. Pulling him closer you never wanted him to pull away. Though breathing was essential. Pulling away, his eyes were dark staring into your own, his smile mischievous.

“Let’s go out tonight”.

***

When you’d left Baekhyun’s about two hours later, after food, cuddles and maybe some more making out, you wandered into the house you shared with your course mate, leaving her a not saying you wouldn’t be back tonight before getting ready for the night. You stood in front of your wardrobe, hair and make up finished, looking at the new dress you’d had for a while, never knowing when to wear it. No one had ever seen you in something like that. The dress was short, a deep forest green colour, and tight. You knew the satin would hug your curves just the right way, but was it appropriate? You thought about Baekhyun, a smile adorning your face. It definitely was. The dress came to mid-thigh, a small slit on the right side exposed some of your thigh, you felt amazing.

Baekhyun turned up a minute before time, knocking on your door softly. Opening up, the air was knocked out of you. It never failed to surprise you how different he looked in the night. His blonde hair was slicked back, showing his undercut, his eye make-up was smoky with a hint of glitter. But what you couldn’t take your eyes off was the leather pants hugging his thighs. You looked at each other, both full of hunger. Knowing tonight you wouldn’t hold back, tonight Baekhyun had no reason to not be himself.

***

The first few months of knowing Baekhyun, there was nothing in the way he acted that told you he was any different to any other guy in your university. Though as you got closer in your relationship, and more intimate, the change happened. Baekhyun started to become distant, he was acting weird, refusing to sleep at yours, or have you stay at his. He’s ditch on late night dates, choosing to stay in on his own. At first you thought it was his course and the video games, your friends always went back to this time in your relationship, using this as the reason why they didn’t like him. but confronting him one night, you found out exactly why he couldn’t be around you.

Knocking on his door, you knew he would be awake at midnight, he always was. You knocked until he opened the door. He was dishevelled, his hair pushed back, he didn’t look like the Baekhyun you were used to. Wearing a satin shirt tucked into jeans, this was completely different from his jumpers and soft blue jeans.

“Where are you going?” You assumed he was going out, you didn’t even know he owned these clothes. He rolled his eyes, turning around and moving to the glass of red wine on his counter.

“Nowhere.” You were taken aback by his harsh voice, but followed him nonetheless.

“Then did you just get back?” You watched as he swirled the wine around in his glass.

“Yes from seeing my father actually.” His eyes met yours briefly over his wine glass, they were darker than normal, but you couldn’t quite make out the meaning within them. Standing cautiously near the table, puzzled by his change in demeanour. “He called to talk about you actually.” His eyes never left you, looking over your face before scanning over your body, a large jumper and some pyjama pants covered you, his gaze came back up to meet your eyes.

“M-me? Why me?” Baekhyun placed his glass down, the red liquid gone from his glass.

“He says we shouldn’t see each other, it’s not why I’m here.”

“But I’m not disrupting your studies Baek, I- “His chuckle cut you off, his smirk making you forget the words you wanted to say.

“It’s not my studies he’s worried about darling.” H made his way around the table, coming to stand in front of you. The smell of him was intoxicating, something you’d never smelt before, making your gaze hazy. “He sent me here to look after the night.” Your head was filled with confusion as you felt an unnatural heat radiate from him, his eyes looking almost red as he bent down to whisper in your ear.

“You’re dating Lucifer’s son darling.”

That night Baekhyun talked you through everything from his birth to his reason for being on this land. Telling you over and over again he was bad news, but you refused to believe that, knowing there was more to him than this other person. You’d seen it. You took Baekhyun’s face into your hands, not caring about anything he had told you.

“You’d never hurt me, I know it.” You assured him. That night you both shared your first I love you’s.

***

The night took you to so many clubs you had never heard of before you’d met Baekhyun, but you’d by now they had become almost homely to you, getting to know the different characters that frequented them. Tonight though, your exploration of the bars and clubs were cut short By Baekhyun taking you somewhere new. You had ended up in an old house, it almost looked abandoned, though it was still filled with possessions, though the only inhabitants were the spiders.

You were hidden between bookcases, holding your breath hoping you wouldn’t be found. Your pulse quickened as you rounded the corner of the bookcase looking out for the demon, trying to sense him in the till air. You couldn’t help but feel like prey, as you hid away from Baekhyun. As you rounded the corner to another bookcase, you didn’t see the figure behind you, spinning you around and pinning you against the dusty books.

“Gotcha.” He whispered into your ear, biting down on your neck, marking your skin. You let out a whine of frustration, pushing him back. “Hey, don’t get whiny, it’s not my fault you suck at hide and seek.” He laughed at you.

“This is unfair, you’re using your devil powers.” You pushed his chest. His hand came up to push the satin material of your skirt further up your legs, an amused smile in his face.

“Well it’s not like I can turn them off, besides it’s hard not to know where you are when your pulse is beating so hard, and you smell so good.” His nose brushed your neck, his lips once again attaching to your collar bone. You let out a moan, fisting his shirt. He was swift in picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, one hand moving to your centre.

“You really want your friends to know who I am? Tell them this story.” He moved your panties to the side. You were in for a long night.

***

A few days later you were back in school, back to your daily self. Baekhyun had been hanging out with his friends a bit more, which let you alone to actually study. Even though you missed him you were behind on your reading. Though it was as if he could sense you were caught up, as you were walking past the seminar room, you were pulled into one of the quiet rooms, being pulled into your cheeky boyfriend.

“Hello stranger.” Baekhyun’s head rested in the crook of your neck, leaving a kiss before inhaling your scent, a little something that had become a habit of his. “Do you know how good you smell?” Pulling him back, you left a kiss on his lips, nibbling on his bottom lip.

One of the abilities your boyfriend had was being able to transfer his thoughts to someone else, as well as reading thoughts, and he loved teasing you about what people were thinking. Today your friends had agreed to study with Baekhyun and his, (They all just wanted to look at Chanyeol), though even with him this close, it never stopped them from badmouthing him.

“He just looks so innocent, I’ve never seen him out, doesn’t it get boring?” Jen asked. You glared at her, wondering why you still hung out with her. That’s when he decided to make an appearance in your mind.

I’m guessing she knows nothing about our session in the book cases, or even the seminar room 20 minutes ago.

You widened your eyes at Baekhyun in warning, only receiving a smirk back.

Jagi if you could read her thoughts you’d be so jealous. She thinks I’m cute, she’s actually angry you’re the one sleeping with me. Oh! It’s not PG13 in here baby she wants to…

“I need to leave.” Abruptly you stood up, packing your things and making your way outside to Baekhyun’s car, it didn’t take long for him to meet you there.

“Why? Why do you have to keep reminding me that’s what she wants to do to you?” You huffed at him. Gripping your waist, his hand moved down to cup your ass.

“I like how you get when I tell you, so possessive, anyone would think you’re the devil on nights when you’re like that.” His eyes glowed red, and you knew tonight would be one of those nights, one where he didn’t hold back. “Besides, you should hear how Chanyeol thinks about you, obviously he doesn’t understand you’re mine, I hope you don’t have anything planned this weekend baby, because we’re going to hell and back.”

With Baekhyun it was all about control, but now you had lost all of it.

#Baekhyun #Baekhyun scenario #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun smut #kpop fluff #exo

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sayingthesamethings · 5 years

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Magic Shop (Part 2)

Pairing: Poly!BTS x Witch!Fem!Reader

Summary: Underneath the concrete and pavement, between the towering buildings, Seoul is thrumming with magic. Too much magic. It’s become a hot spot for magical beings seeking to feed off of such intense energy. BTS is unaware of such dangers until they come across a witch trying to manage the mischief of other magical creatures while creating her own trouble.

Warnings: Slight possessive themes (if you squint really fucking hard)

The next time Namjoon saw (Name) was when he was into a local cafe management had managed to rent out for the day to shoot. He was very confused when he walked in and saw her sitting quietly at a two top in the back of the shop. She looked so comfortable in her cardigan while sipping from a mug that said "(Star Sign)" in bold, black print.

Of course, her pet weasel was sound asleep on the table next to her thick leather bound book.

Namjoon cast a quick glance at the preoccupied staff before he abandoned the comfort of his boyfriends, who grew confused as they watched him leave, to cautiously approach (Name). She was so distracted, reading something in her strange book, that she failed to notice Namjoon standing close to her. He cleared his throat, startling the woman.

"Oh, sorry!" He flinched as she coughed from her drink spilling down her throat and down the wrong pipe. Regaining her composure, she wiped at her mouth with a napkin before looking up at the male towering over her.

"Hello, Namjoon," she greeted with a soft smile as she closed her book with a notable thud. She folded her adorned hands on the table and tilted her head to the side. "How have you been?" she asked. Namjoon awkwardly shuffled and flashed a small grin.

"Good. We actually just got back from our tour," he announced. (Name)'s eyes lit up.

She gasped, "Oh wow. Has it really been three months since I've seen you?"

Namjoon rubbed at the back of his neck and corrected, "Since you helped me, yeah." Something seemed to occur to (Name).

"Oh that," she passively acknowledged. She set her mug down and had a more serious expression. "Do you happen to have my ring?"

At the mention of the ring, Namjoon swallowed stiffly.

Ever since he had taken off the accessory, he had been feeling off. He was able to push past the hollow feeling in his chest during fan meets and concerts, but there was a chill that haunted at night and kept him awake. There were several occasions where he had to assure his boyfriends that nothing was bothering him, and that he would be okay.

Namjoon slowly dug into the pocket of his overcoat to fish out the ring he had wrapped in the cloth he used to clean his glasses. He shook the fabric and allowed the ring to fall into his open palm.

For a moment, he was lost staring at the round cut ruby cradled in the delicate curves of the silver band. Inside, the engravings managed to capture his attention.

non solum non ambulabit

Namjoon considered himself fluent in English, and he was knowledgeable enough to know that the phrase was most definitely not in English.

It took him a moment to pull himself out of his trance so that he could hold the ring out for (Name) to take.

Little did he know, (Name) was watching him the whole time.

She observed his reaction closely before reaching out to push his hand away. Namjoon's intense gaze snapped up to meet her tender stare.

Before Namjoon could question her actions, (Name) shook her head and stated, "Actually, I want you to keep it." She retracted her hand and said, "I really was planning on taking it back, but consider it a gift."

Namjoon had to admit that he liked the idea of keeping the ring. Though, there was a nagging in the back of his head that he voiced aloud.

"What do you want in return?" he inquired warily. (Name) looked genuinely shocked for a moment before laughing loudly, which caught everyone's attention.

"Even though this is the second time we're meeting, you know me very well, Namjoon," she teased while resting her cheek on her palm. Her lips slipped into a mischievous grin, and she admitted, "There are a few things."

Namjoon decided to bite. "Like?"

(Name) hummed playfully in a way that amused Namjoon as well as put him on edge.

“Let’s start with introducing me to the others. They look really scared of me right now,” she noted with a faint nod towards the rest of the idols waiting by the staff who had gone back to setting up the lighting and cameras. Namjoon nodded and stuffed his hands into his pockets. Though, he didn’t immediately make a move to walk over.

“Should they be scared?” he asked as he looked over to his boyfriends talking among themselves.

(Name)’s smile morphed into a thin smirk.

“You’re smarter than you make yourself out to be,” she commented as she carelessly grabbed her mug and swirled the contents inside. "No, not with you by their side." There was no trace of dishonesty in her voice.

Namjoon cast her a curious glance, but when he received no response, he decided to walk back over to his group with a calmer demeanor than before.

"Who is that, Joon?" Yoongi asked with a passive stare towards (Name), who waved politely at the group of men.

“Ah, that’s (Name). I met her a few days before we went on tour,” he explained as he motioned for the others to follow him as he once again approached the table where (Name) sat patiently.

Jin raised a brow, “Oh? You mean when you went out and said that you didn’t cause any trouble?” A blush erupted across Namjoon’s cheeks that further heated up when (Name) giggled. Her laugh had the other men staring at her, slack-jawed.

“I promise, Namjoon wasn’t the one causing trouble that day,” (Name) declared. With another small wave, she introduced herself. “Nice to meet you all. My name’s (Name) (Last Name), but you can all call me (Name).”

“Wow!” Taehyung blurted as he stepped closer before, without hesitation, held (Name)’s hand close to him to observe her abundance of rings. “They’re so pretty!”

The woman smiled and replied, “Why, thank you! I’m glad you like them.” She trailed off, not knowing the idol’s name.

“Oh, I’m Taehyung!” His usual boxy shone brightly.

Though she was a little surprised by his unabashed eye contact, (Name) nodded and said, “I’m glad you like them, Taehyung." Just as Taehyung was about to ask where she had gotten them, Jin cleared his throat.

He said, “If you don’t mind me asking, (Name)-ssi, why are you here? I thought manager-nim rented the space out.”

“Ah, just (Name) is fine,” she corrected before taking a sip from her mug. “My friend and I actually co-own this shop. She typically works on the paperwork and financial stuff at home while I manage it,” she explained. With a sigh, her smile faded a bit. “She was actually the one supposed to watch over your filming session today, but her cat got sick.”

Jimin chimed in, “Does that mean you know how to make coffee?”

“Huh?” (Name) shook her head with a dismissive wave of her hand. “No, no. Coffee is her thing. I like to use the space when we’re closed or empty like this,” she said.

“Boys, we’re ready to start!” the director called. Suga walked away without a second thought.

(Name) stood and brushed off her jeans. “Jaewon,” she called, waking up her weasel. He calmly got up from where he was basking in the sunlight peeking through the windows and hopped a considerable distance into (Name)’s arms. The members who didn’t know about the weasel, being the majority of them, watched in shock as the large animal crawled up the woman’s arm to rest across her shoulders.

“(Last Name)-ssi, we have a few questions if you don’t mind,” the staff announced. She nodded with a small, polite smile.

“Of course, I’ll be right there.” (Name) nodded at the idols and said, “I’ll talk to you all when I can. Let me know if you need anything.” She left the group of men to go speak with the staff.

The idols followed right after and got into their positions in front of the cameras. They posed and interacted with the coffee shop tableware and magical-like props. Meanwhile, most of the members would continue to talk with (Name) when they were on a short break, save for Yoongi and Jungkook.

“Where did you get your jewelry from, (Nickname)?” he inquired as he continued to admire the intricate designs of (Name)’s rings and necklaces.

Glancing over her jewelry, (Name) answered, “I actually made almost all of my jewelry.” Jimin and Taehyung gaped at her and leaned even closer. “The ones I didn’t make were made by my mother.”

While Jimin and Taehyung listened in awe, Jungkook sat nearby and found himself staring down Jaewon, (Name)’s weasel companion, resting on his owner’s shoulders.

“Do you think you could make me one, (Nickname)?” Jimin pleaded while tugging cutely on (Name)’s cardigan sleeve.

With wide eyes, (Name) asked, “You want me to make you a ring?” Jimin nodded.

“I want a necklace!” Taehyung raised his hand and chimed in. “But one that’s even prettier that Namjoon-hyung’s.” At that, (Name) laughed wholeheartedly. Once again, she had all the men’s attention on her, even the few that were across the shop filming.

“Well, maybe I’ll make them for you in the future. Right now, it looks like you’re needed elsewhere.” She was referring to the staff calling their names and motioning for the maknae line to join their hyungs at the coffee table.

(Name) also took that as her cue to move to the back room to refill her drink. Standing up with her book, she nodded at the three young idols before walking away, feeling their heated stares on her back.

As she reach the back of the small shop, she glanced over her shoulder to double check that everyone was preoccupied with the shoot. (Name) hummed an old tune from her childhood as she walked further into the small backroom where she kept her equipment and supplies.

Odd-colored plants hung from their vines across the ceiling and basked in the colored light coming through the stained windows. Papers were scattered beneath emptied vials and medicine bowls with leftover traces of unnatural mixtures.

Jaewon hopped off of (Name)’s shoulders to trek skillfully around the counter. The purple, leather bound book floated out of her hand and followed her around as she gathered multiple ingredients from around her work space. With a flick of her wrist, the pages began to turn until she held a hand up.

Her eyes trained on the page, (Name) placed dried herbs into one of her medicine bowls and allowed the grinding stick to mix them into a paste. (Name)’s brows furrowed as she focused entirely on her reading. Once the grinder came to a slow stop, she tore her eyes away from the information on the page before her to swipe a bit of the paste onto her finger to taste.

Smacking her lips, (Name) mumbled, “Needs more drooping sea leaves.” Noticing she didn’t have any on the table in front of her, she huffed at the inconvenience.

Luckily, she had a few plants growing by the door.

(Name), knowing this, began humming happily again. With a small flourish, she spun towards the door, but froze in place.

There, in the doorway, stood the seven members of BTS. Seven variations of shock and confusion were frozen beneath her unamused stare. Eyes traveled between the floating book, the medicine bowl grinding herbs by itself, and the odd plants growing around the room.

Yoongi seemed to recover the fastest, for his confusion quickly morphed into his usual, narrow stare before he turned to leave the back room.

(Name) sighed.

Lazily, she lifted a hand in the direction of the seven men. A force pulled all of their bodies forward, further into the room. They stumbled in, and (Name) closed her hand into a fist the same time the door slammed shut behind the recovering idols.

Their heads went from the door to (Name), standing on the other end of the narrow room in an unnervingly calm manner.

(Name) took a deep breath and relaxed her hand, flexing her fingers. Once her arm rest by her side again, she took that as her opportunity to speak with a chilling smile.

“Thanks for reminding me to close the door.”

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megalony · 5 years

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All our girls

Another part of my dad! Ben Hardy series Outnumbered which I have gotten lovely feedback for.

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Locking eyes with Ben, (Y/n) raised an eyebrow at his silent suggestion that caused a smile full of mischief to pull at his lips. A glimmer in his eyes as he tilted his head as if asking what the problem was when he knew full well.

The problem was there were more people than seats in the room that only just managed to house them all. Since it was Ben's sister's birthday they were currently at her house for a small party which had settled down for a moment so they could all have something to eat. The adults having helped create a buffet that everyone had grabbed a plate from and dipped in. Now that it came to sitting down to eat, the living room had a bit less space for them all. Ben's parents were sitting on the armchairs at the opposite ends of the room. Ben, his sister and her husband had squashed themselves onto the sofa and his brother and girlfriend were sitting on two of the chairs brought in from the dining table in the conservatory.

That meant that Ben's niece and nephew were sitting on the floor near their parents, Lily and Lola were also sitting on the floor and now it seemed (Y/n) was going to have to do the same.

Looking up at his wife Ben rested his plate on the arm of the chair to his right, holding his hands out as he patted his knee signalling (Y/n) could sit with him on the sofa with him if she wanted. A smile on his face that just begged for her to sit with him.

"I don't think so." (Y/n) stated with a shake of her head. She was seven months pregnant, she wasn't sitting on his knees because it would surely bring back her back pain and it wouldn't be good for Ben either. Leaning down she set the paper plate of food down in front of Lola who was leaning against Ben's leg. A smile on her face as she looked up to her mother before down at the small plate of food that contained the things she was more likely to eat rather than throw around.

"Come here." Ben whispered, his hands planted themselves on her hips so he could pull her backwards to him. Smiling at the sudden look of shock on her features as he pressed himself back into the sofa, spreading his legs so he could sit (Y/n) between them.

A smile found its way onto (Y/n)'s features as she leaned her head back on Ben's shoulder, her back pressed to his chest. A steady conversation started for them all as music was playing quietly in the background. Huffing Ben leaned over (Y/n)'s shoulder, glancing down to the floor when his leg was suddenly pushed up in the air. His eyes narrowing when Lola suddenly looked up at him, having scuttled behind his leg pushing his foot from the ground. Grasping the end of his jeans the two-year-old pulled herself to her feet, attempting to pull herself into both parent's knees until Ben gently stopped her. Reaching one hand out to try and sit her back down again.

"Stay there, jealous girl." He muttered, nudging her plate closer to her with his foot to try and prompt her to eat something. Relieved when she pouted before flopping down to sit between his and (Y/n)'s legs.

"Um... darling she's got your beer." Looking up to his mother Ben frowned before once again looking down when she pointed below his legs. His teeth biting down on his lip when he noticed Lola had indeed taken his can which had been resting on the table. A smile was still plastered to Lola's lips as she seemed to struggle to hold the can properly causing it to spill a little over her hands and onto the carpet.

"Lola!" He scolded, leaning down with difficulty to snatch the can from her sticky paws before she had the chance to drink any. The action causing her to start crying, her head turning to look up at him as she held her arms out. Both parents were unsure if she was reaching for the drink or for Ben.

Setting the drink back on the table, Ben pressed a kiss to (Y/n)'s temple before he moved around. Standing to his feet before sitting down on the carpet to try and get Lola to eat something. He smiled in thanks when (Y/n) handed him his plate once he had situated himself between her legs, leaning back into the sofa as Lola scrambled to sit between his legs. Lily shuffling over and sitting at his side.

"Can you go and get something else to eat please?" Ben questioned, his head turning so he was looking to his eldest who hadn't had very much to eat on her plate. Ben knew for a fact she hadn't had a lot for breakfast either, he wasn't having her picking at food but not eating it because he knew she wouldn't eat anything later on. Looking up at him Lily realised it wasn't really a question but an instruction so she nodded grabbing her plate before getting up. "I'll have some pizza since you're going up." Holding out his plate with a devilish smile Ben watched Lily unable to bite back a smile. Taking his plate before disappearing to the dining room.

Turning his head to the left Ben frowned as Lola pulled at his shirt, clearly trying to lean over his shoulder when she noticed her uncle had a can of beer similar to the one Ben did.

"I think you're raising an alcoholic." George, Ben's brother commented when he locked gazes with his younger sibling. Shaking his head jokingly at the toddler who was trying desperately to reach out for him. Ben didn't understand what it was, she had never had alcohol, obviously, but she always seemed to try and take his can or his bottle when he had one. Sometimes he wondered if it was just because it was his drink and she liked him to share his food or drink with her.

"Only one of us drinks to influence that behaviour." (Y/n) joked, looking down at Ben as he hit her thigh as a playful warning.

"She only sees me drinking at home because I don't when I'm away. I actually go to work." Turning Lola around so she wasn't staring at the drink anymore he sat her down again between his legs, holding out some crisps to her to try and get her to eat. Thankful when she accepted the offer of food.

"I wanted to go back to work, but you had other plans." (Y/n) mumbled in his ear, leaning over so she could ruffle his curls. She had to stop work when they had Lola and go on maternity leave to care for her and then just when she was getting to go back to work it lasted only a few months before (Y/n) was now having to take maternity leave again.

"Thank you, sweetheart." Ben smiled when Lily sat herself down next to him again, holding out his plate that had been refreshed with pizza. Showing him her own plate that held a bit more than last time, earning a nod from the actor who was thankful she was going to eat something else. Looking down to Lola after a few minutes Ben waited until she was looking down at her plate to eat something else before daring to have a drink. Making sure she wasn't looking at him so he wasn't in danger of having her try to prize the drink from his hand like she was so prone to do. His head turning back in Lily's direction when she started speaking to him.

"I'm finished, can I go play now, please?"

"You can eat what's on the plate before you leave, you haven't touched half of it." Ben wasn't stupid, he could see that Lily had picked at a few things and pushed them around the plate to seem like she had eaten more. He understood at times she just wasn't hungry or that she couldn't eat any more but right now she hadn't had a lot so she needed to eat.

"Daddy..." She whined, her eyes begging for him to let her go off and play with her two cousins who had already finished, now making their way up the stairs. Turning his head Ben looked to the stairs before back to Lily, shaking his head as his stern expression told her no.

"Here, eat the pizza and then you can go play." Reaching out for her plate Ben swapped it with his own, having eaten one of the two slices of pizza on the plate. Watching as she nodded before his attention turned to Lola who was finishing up what was on her plate. Setting the new plate in front of her Ben picked at the food with her, the pair of them sharing as he kept drifting his eyes back to Lily. Noticing she was eating rather slowly, an unhappy look on her face that the others had gone to play already.

"Can I finish it upstairs?"

"No, you can't. James will end up finishing it for you, I know what you're all like. Keep asking me and you'll end up staying down here with us, now eat." Ben dismissed the subject, eating a sausage roll as he pointed for Lily to finish the slice of pizza.

Ben knew what all of them were like, Lily would take the food upstairs and leave it somewhere and James would eat it and pass it off as if Lily had managed to eat something. James was the eldest out of them all, he was eleven and was George's son. Then there was Ben's sister's daughter Maddy who was eight, then it was Lily who was six and then Lola who was two and now Ben and (Y/n)'s third girl was on the way.

"See, wasn't so hard. Go on." Ben nodded when Lily finally held out her plate to him showing she had left just a little bit of crust but nothing else. A smile pulling at her lips as she placed her plate down on the table before drifting up the stairs to be with the other kids. Pulling Lola up to her feet Ben pointed over to his dad who was holding his arms out for the toddler, watching with a smile as she waddled over to him with outstretched arms once she had finished her food.

After a while, Ben made his way to the kitchen where his sister was, (Y/n) stayed in the living room conversing as his brother drifted back to the dining room to grab something else to eat. Everyone doing their own thing for the time being since they always saved cutting and eating the cake until later on in the day. Leaning against the counter Ben dodged out of the way of the dishcloth his sister threw his way at his comment on how she was 'getting old now'. Of course he was joking, she was only four years older than him. Just as he was about to apologise Ben glanced into the hallway when the sound of running caught his ears. All of them telling the kids time and time again not to run since there were a lot of toys and shoes littering the hallway and around the house. Maddy had already fallen and nearly hit her head on the bannister, they didn't want any more accidents happening.

A frown came onto Ben's features when Lily ran his way, barrelling into his legs almost knocking him over with the sudden force. Her arms wrapped themselves around the backs of his knees as she tried to bury herself into him as if wanting to turn invisible. Her small cries didn't escape his notice either.

"Hey, hey what's happened?" Placing his drink on the counter Ben leaned down to pick Lily up, holding her to his chest as she buried her face into his shoulder. Turning around Ben gently set Lily down on the counter so he could see her properly, having to gently prize her hands away from his shoulders so he could try and talk to her. "What's wrong?" He asked calmly, his eyes looking into her own when she finally looked up to meet his gaze. Tears glossing over her blue orbs and falling down her cheeks before Ben gently brushed them away.

"W-why are you and mummy having another baby?" Her question caught Ben off guard as he wondered what that had to do with the reason why she was so suddenly upset. His eyes flitting back to look at his sister who was leaning against the sink, watching with the same look of confusion and intrigue as her brother.

"Why are you suddenly asking that? Come on sweetheart, tell me what's happened." Lily had never asked why they were having Lola and before now she had never questioned why they were having their next girl either. Ben didn't see what was so significant about that when she had never given any impression before now that she didn't want another sibling. It wasn't as if they could suddenly change their minds now either.

"Maddy said you have Lola a-and now another girl to replace me."

Ben's jaw dropped as if the strings holding it up had been snipped, his eyes widening before glancing back over to his sister. Watching her face harden as she shook her head, wondering why on Earth her daughter had said that. He watched his sister silently but angrily slip out of the kitchen, obviously heading for the stairs to go and have a word with her daughter. Turning his attention back to Lily Ben gently brushed the new river of tears away, kissing her temple to try and put her at ease as he thought of a response to that.

"Oh, baby. I think Maddy said that because she doesn't have any brothers or sisters. Me and your mum can't choose if we have a girl or a boy when we have a baby but we're not having another baby to replace you I promise. We're having a baby because we want to, we love all our girls the same, no more, no less." Gently picking Lily up again Ben held her to his chest, his lips pressing to the side of her head as he felt her beginning to relax. They would never have a child to replace another and they didn't pick favourites. The couple loved all their girls the same.

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onewaywardwitch · 5 years

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Just A Typo (9/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Hacker!Reader

Summary: It was a simple challenge between a very competitive group of friends. A challenge that ended very differently than anticipated.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2171

A/N: Sorry to anyone who was tagged earlier and found nothing. I have no clue what happened but here is part 9 finally!

Left. Another left. Left again. Ooo, a right this time. Straight on for a bit. And another left. It wasn’t long before I began to get dizzy. Every corridor looked the exact same and I started to wonder if Bucky was just guessing with every turn.

Lucky for us, we had yet to bump into anymore of my kidnappers. Bucky had informed me while we were running that it had been Hydra who took me, this building being a lesser-known base of theirs.

I glanced at Bucky, amazed at how he wasn’t even the slightest bit out of breath. He looked like a male model. I had no idea how he did it. I was panting like a dog and sweating like a pig. The sweat served only to glue my hair to my forehead. My legs were burning, each step causing a fresh wave of pain through my entire body. I was regretting every time I ignored Angie when she asked if I wanted to go to the gym. I'd definitely have to go from now on, this was embarrassing.

We took a final right-hand turn and I noticed the large double doors up ahead. We burst through them, Bucky still holding his gun up as we ran, just in case.

“Oh! Fresh air! Sunlight! How I missed you!” I exclaimed, my arms outstretched, inhaling deeply.

When I reopened my eyes (which I hadn’t realised I closed in the first place), Bucky was staring at me incredulously. I simply shrugged my shoulders at him and we carried on.

I was grateful for the lack of Hydra soldiers we had come across as we made our way towards the Quinjet which they had landed a little away from the base.

I could only imagine how red my face was when we finally reached it. The ramp was down already so I dropped to my hands and knees and began crawling the rest of the way into the Quinjet. Bucky chuckled quietly to himself.

“You doing alright?”

Instead of lifting myself into a seat, I resorted to just lying against it on the floor. Standing up was too much of an effort. “Oh yeah, I'm great. I just don’t run. It's not really my thing,“ I replied, looking around at the empty space surrounding us. “Where’s everyone else?”

He handed me a bottle of water as he sat on the chair next to the one I was leaning against. I hadn’t realised how parched I was, and the bottle was empty within seconds. Bucky had a second one beside him, passing it to me without me needing to ask.

“They're inside, drawing Hydra away from you. My job was to get you out safely, everyone else was to clear a pathway for us. They should be out soon, I already told them I've got you out, doll.”

I rested my head against his thigh subconsciously while we waited for the others. We sat there in silence, simply enjoying each other’s company. I was just glad to be out of that prison. It was comforting to know there was someone non-threatening beside me. Well, non-threatening to me at least.

I was struggling to keep my eyes open when the rest of the team finally got on board. It was impossible to fall asleep with the flurry of greetings I got. Between the gentle claps on the shoulder and the soft hugs, accompanied with an equally soft grin, I found myself nearly forgetting the situation I had been in only moments ago.

What surprised me was Natasha giving me a nod and small smile. I almost choked on my third bottle of water; Bucky’s concerned look immediately stopping the coughing. When I finally looked back at her, she had already moved on, speaking to Clint about something.

Wanda was sitting on my other side, playing with my hair. It was such a caring act that I couldn’t help but begin to drift off once again. The Quinjet was surprisingly quiet, especially considering just how many people were on board. They kept their conversations low, but as I fell asleep, I still managed to pick up on few sentences. Mainly about my well-being, but I was too tired to bother getting involved, Bucky’s thigh acting as a cosy pillow.

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“Y/N, we’re back at the tower.”

I faintly recognised Bucky’s low tone speaking to me. Opening my eyes slowly, I scanned the Quinjet and noticed it had been emptied of both people and equipment. Anything the team had taken from the Hydra base had been removed and brought inside already. Bucky must have stayed and allowed me to sleep for as long as possible. I didn’t know how to thank him for the gesture. All I could do was nod and smile at him.

Still drowsy from my great nap, he held my arm as we walked inside. We immediately went to the doctors in the tower, much to my chagrin. Bucky stayed with me, joking that he was my ‘designated babysitter’ now. As much as I appreciated the thought, I couldn’t help but wish I was alone when the doctor began checking my arms. It took Bucky exactly three seconds to notice the bruises.

“What the hell are those?” He demanded. He stood beside me, inspecting my arm closely. I avoided his eyes.

“Umm… apparently a bit of electrocution can cause bruises. Who’d have thought it, right?” He completely ignored the awkward response I gave and asked if it hurt at all. I shook my head, telling him I hadn’t even seen them until about ten minutes beforehand.

The doctor kicked Bucky out shortly after that, claiming that the rest of her examinations would need to be carried out in private. When he offered to wait for me outside, I declined. “Go ahead. I'm sure you’ve got some briefing to be at. I'll be okay. I know my way around the tower.”

It took longer than I expected to convince him I'd be fine. When he finally agreed to leave, the doctor turned to me with a smile.

“You know, he’s always been very reserved around everyone, but he seems to like you a lot.”

I scratched the back of my neck and laughed with embarrassment.

“Bucky? Nah, he… he doesn’t think of me like that.”

She chuckled. “If you say so.”

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She let me go when she eventually decided she was satisfied with my condition, informing me that the bruises on my arm were the worst of the damage and they would fade after a week. She stated that I was lucky that I didn’t come back in a worse shape, considering what Hydra tended to do to their victims.

I wandered through the halls, not having anywhere I needed, or wanted, to be in that moment. It was quieter than I expected, but it was fairly late. The great thing about Tony was that he never overworked his employees, he’d much rather overwork himself. That was also one of the worst things about Tony. Pepper had thanked me on many occasions for giving him an excuse to take a break. Everyone else in the tower wasn’t much better. If they weren’t on a mission, they were either training for the next one or writing up reports on the last. I couldn’t remember the last time they had all even watched a movie together, and I made a mental note to myself to force them to the cinema soon.

As I strolled past one of the many offices, I heard a screech behind me. Whipping around instantly, I was greeted with the sight of a blur moving towards me at full speed. It was a fairly long corridor, so I had time to decide whether the blur was dangerous and I should run, or whether I was better off just giving into my curiosity and seeing what it was.

The blur was still coming towards me quickly, persistent in emitting some kind of scream. It was a few seconds later when I realised that scream was my name and that blur vaguely looked like my lunatic friend.

“Y/N!”

“Becca, wait- oof!”

I collapsed onto the ground under the weight of Becca throwing herself on top of me.

“You gotta stop doing that to me,” I grunted, hugging her while simultaneously trying to get her off me.

“Then stop getting yourself into life-threatening situations, you doof,” she exclaimed, her grip on me only tightening further. I gasped dramatically for air, completely giving up on attempting to move. My vision darkened and for the briefest moment I thought that Becca had finally cut off my air supply entirely. When that darkened view began to grin at me, I realised it was Angie standing above us, blocking out the lights overhead and smiling widely. My joy at seeing vanished immediately when I noticed the smallest glint of mischief in her eyes.

“Don’t you dare.”

She didn’t reply. All she did was spread her arms wide fling herself on top of us.

Both of my idiotic friends ignored my groans of pain and simply lay on me, refusing to move and completely silent. I huffed at the pair and looked down. Becca’s face was buried against me. She hadn’t spoken for a whole three minutes and I was beginning to get worried.

“Alright alright, I missed you both too.”

“That’s all we wanted to hear, y’know,” Becca’s muffled voice spoke out. They both decided to finally get up, each giving me a hand up. Once I was standing, they tightened their grip on my hands, both of them still smiling at me.

“Please knock it off. Neither of you have ever smiled for this long and you're freaking me out. You're going to break your face if you don’t stop.”

“Is it really so bad that we’re glad you're still alive and whipping out sarcastic comments,” Angie laughed, finally releasing her grip on my hand. Becca didn’t do the same. That woman had the grip of a python.

Seconds later, footsteps came thundering down the corridor and we turned to see Sam approach us.

“Ah… I came to warn you about your friends, but damn! You two are fast!” He said between laboured breaths.

“You good there?” I asked him, taking in his flushed appearance.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm good. I’m just not great with cardio.”

“Thank God I'm not the only one,” I mumbled, Angie nodding in agreement. She, of all people, knew how unfit I was. After two flights of stairs I'd be trying to roll myself the rest of the way.

Sam laughed in reply. “That’s why I normally just fly everywhere. Gotta be smart about these kinds of things,” he said, giving me a pointed look.

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Our party of four agreed to go for a stroll through the tower together. Well, I suggested it. Becca and Angie would not be letting me out of their sight for the foreseeable future, and Sam was just there for the laughs. It was refreshing for him to be around normal people, or as close to normal he could get in his crazy world.

Steve and Tony found our group in the kitchen. Sam was making us a gourmet meal that consisted of leftover Chinese food and some questionable brownies.

“Wanda tried to remake your brownies, but I think she forgot some important ingredients. Like flavour,” he had explained.

“Something smells… inedible,” Tony said as a greeting. Sam began arguing with him, claiming there was nothing wrong with the food. Steve stood by Tony, a small smile on his face. I noticed he was glancing at me every so often, and each time he did, his smile would falter the slightest bit.

“Alright, just spit it out Steve,” I said to him, effectively stopping everyone else’s conversation and drawing their attention to us.

Steve looked at Tony for help, who only gestured towards me, silently telling him to go ahead. He took a deep breath and I could smell the apology I was about to get for whatever inconvenience was soon to happen.

“The team has been talking,” he started, and I noticed he was using his ‘Captains’ voice’, which he only ever used when he was delivering bad news. “And we all agreed that for the next while, you would be safer living here with us. We know it's not ideal, there's a lot of people here already, but it's for your own safety.”

There was a little pause before I decided to respond. “I don’t really have a choice in this, do I.”

He shook his head, Sam giving me a playful pat on the back, promising I at least won't hate it.

“On the bright side, Nat has offered to train you so you can defend yourself next time.”

My eyes widened. Each word he spoke caused a spark of panic inside me and I couldn’t stop my voice from rising several octaves.

“Nat? But she hates- what do you mean ‘next time’?”

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brightsun-and-darkmidnight · 4 years

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Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder

TITLE: Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 32 / ?

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-dark midnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki falling in love with a Midgardian and his words to Thor about Jane during Dark World coming back to haunt him. “It would be a heartbeat. You would never be ready.”

RATING: M for Mature

NOTES/WARNINGS: ~▪︎~FOR THE WHOLE STORY~▪︎~

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Check Masterlist. It's going to be a long read. I try to keep each chapter around 3,000 words.

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

!-!TRIGGER WARNING(S)!-!

So many triggers, read ALL of them!

Swearing. Angst. Death. Depression. Violence. Self-harm. Regret. Carelessness for safety. Doubts. Torture. NSFW. Smut. Fluff. And Of Course- Mischief.

Summary: Alicia is faced with new knowledge and trapped in the healing room.

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Emma was the first in the room as she yelled several names.

Loki was rushed out of the room despite him trying to clear Alicia's air ways himself.

He couldn't live without her, he would not.

Emma pushed Loki aside and yelled, "go! Get him out!"

Loki seen the change of color in Alicia's skin and the gasps for air were not there as Alicia went limp.

He knew Alicia would not live forever but he hoped she would die an old woman in a comfortable bed and Loki would be able to say goodbye. She would live a long life surrounded by children of all ages due to having grandchildren. Maybe it would be longer with Asgardian blood in her veins but did the small amount make a difference?

It felt like an eternity before Loki watched the exhausted healers leave the room.

Eir instructed the others what to do and to call for a few elders then went to Loki.

Eir wiped her brow. "I do not know what either of them seen, but the visions are certainly in Alicia's dreams now. Rest will not be satisfying anymore and it is likely that Emma will be needed to slow the possibilities down enough to see anything." Eir maintained her calm composure. "Go sit with her for now. We will take things by each moment."

Then Eir gave Loki a nod causing his feet to immediately carry him into the room. Alicia was laying on the bed with her eyes towards Emma who was passed out on the chair. Alicia's eyes locked with his. Swiftly walking to her placing his hand in hers as he sat down. Emotions flooded him once he realized she was alright.

Alicia whispered, "Are you alright?"

Loki laughed incredulously, "you are the one who passed out because you couldn't breathe. And you ask about me..." Loki brought her hand to his lips, "I thought I was going to lose you." Loki put her hand over his heart, "my heart was going to give out because it was beating so fast."

Alicia gave him a tired smile, "I never get your heartbeat this fast."

"Let's agree to not let that happen again."

Alicia hummed as if thinking about it.

Sternly Loki warned her. "Alicia. No."

She forced a chuckle, "I will try not too. I did not like that experience either."

Loki grimaced, "I do not want to lose you."

Alicia put her hand on his face, "no matter what, know that I love you."

His hand went over her hair and he admired her disheveled appearance that showed the battle for her life. She took his hand and held it to her lips as she closed her eyes. There was a comfort in the silence, the simple touch of her lips to his hand, and the look of peace on her face as she sighed.

"I'm really tired."

There was a knock and Eir's calm voice, "I am here to check on you."

Alicia sighed again as Eir went to make her to lay down. "Okay."

"Your heart rate is still elevated as well as your temperature but you are in pain. I am ordering for several days to maybe weeks of rest. You need to get used to your visions in your dreams and Emma needs to get used to a new schedule so she can be awake as you dream. She has given you all the tools to take care of yourself so you will be fine."

Alicia looked off to the side as she replied. "She did…" Alicia's eyes widened and then searched Eir's eyes for any lean way. "But what about Christmas? I have to make the food for my friend-"

Eir stood her ground. "Lets not worry about that right now. You need to heal."

Alicia protested. "Christmas is in just three days."

"Only worry about getting better." Eir left with the last word.

Loki took his place back to her side and placed a hand to her shoulder then up to her cheek as Eir left.

Loki whispered. "It will be alright Love. Alicia I will figure something out."

Alicia's eyes watered as her voice was strained. "I really thought I would be ok. I get Maci wanted to prepare me but it just.. she just."

Loki rubbed her hand, "The ring she enchanted helped?"

Alicia nodded. "I am pretty sure. When I tried to use my magic to get out of the cuffs or when I felt a vision happen..that's when it would hurt the most."

Loki locked eyes with Alicia. "The spell is only able to be used by those of Luit's blood. I am familiar with Luit and some of his family's spells."

Alicia's face scrunched in confusion. "Luit? Thats not -is it possible? I just assumed she was unique with her powers-she had healing like my mother but she didn't do much of my dad's magic… Is Marcibeth Luit's daughter? How much Asgardian is she? Am I related to Luit?" Alicia shook her head, "nothing makes sense."

Loki thought for a moment as Alicia kept frantically talking. He interrupted her, "Alicia." His hands went to her arms to rub circles into taunt muscles. "There are ways to find out where your Asgardian lines come from. We will get this figured out."

Alicia nodded as she looked to her bandaged wrists. "You actually broke those cuffs off of me?"

"Marcibeth claimed she had no key."

"My sister seen the visions when we were in SHIELD. In that vision I was chained up with cuffs and you were there. Maybe she was just preparing us?"

"Alicia you were in those things for almost an hour. You expelled blood, if we didn't get there, you would have drowned."

Alicia held Loki's hand and winced due to pains in her wrists. "Please don't be mad. She is my sister and she has always done.. questionable things for my training."

Alicia watched as Loki closed his eyes and breathed. "I don't like this."

"I know." Alicia brought Loki's hands to her lips. "I am sorry."

Loki finally opened his eyes. "I can not lose you. I love you too much to let you go."

Alicia smiled as her finger moved along his hands. The winces did not go unnoticed by Loki and he moved his arms away.

Alicia let her hands rest on her lap, "I love you too."

A nurse announced, "The Avengers want to see Lady Alicia. Prince Loki you get them when you are ready."

They left once Loki nodded.

"Ok." Alicia gestured to herself. "I am sure everyone will love to see me in the state I am. Can I have a brush?"

Loki's hands busied himself with her blankets and then helped her with her appearance. Loki admired her flushed cheeks and how her freckles could barely make themselves known. Her eyes were focused as she looked around but with scrunched features, lessening when she seen Loki.

She quickly suggested, "let's get this over with." She spoke up quickly, "thank you Loki."

With a kiss to Alicia's temple Loki stood up and went to the waiting room, he nodded. "You can see her now."

Thor went to Alicia's side, "are you ok?"

Alicia shrugged, "I mean.. I'm breathing now."

Natasha smirked, "yeah. She is good now."

Loki watched Alicia look at Emma with worry.

Jane seemed to notice as well, "she requested no one bothers her. Something about keeping the vision safe."

Alicia nodded slowly but still questioned. "Why is she so tired though?"

Thor explained, "Your vision was too fast with an infinity of possibilities after. She tried to slow it down to get a better look… Do you remember anything? Emma will not be able to say anything."

Loki watched Alicia's eyes narrow in thought and then her eyes widened when realization hit her.

A whisper escaped Alicia. "The contract."

Thor's eyes apologized to Loki as he spoke. "yes. So it is up to you to keep us updated on your vision."

Her lips rolled into her mouth as her teary eyes looked above her.

Thor pressed the issue, "Do you remember anything?"

Alicia kept her eyes up and her lips rolled out, turning red after the release of pressure disappeared. "I saw so many things and it is all a blur… I remember stuff with my sister… something with space. I don't know if it was Bifrost related." She paused to swallow, the muscles moved drastically to show how difficult a simple task was. "Good things and also the bad possibilities…"

Everyone asked if Alicia could draw anything. Alicia couldn't remember what it looked like, or anything for that matter. She explained it was like her mind refused to give an image when she tried to draw. Loki stood quietly as Alicia tried to explain how there was death, life, happiness, and sadness.

Alicia was staring at her hands, "it is like… anything is possible and then everything is lost. It just repeated in different ways."

Eir came into the room in that moment.

"No. All of you out. Alicia is not to be put under stress. Out." Eir rushed them out of the room.

Once everyone was gone Eir straightened her dress. "They were not allowed in here. I was arranging for another person to help with your visions."

Alicia quickly demanded. "Another? Why?"

Eir went to Emma and checked something by placing her hand on Emma's temple then neck. "To better record your visions after you wake. Emma is going to wake soon. I will have all the information Emma is able to give so it is recorded for easy access to those who are going to help you."

Alicia looked at Emma as she started adjusting to a more comfortable position.

Emma yawned, "you and I have long nights ahead of us as we try to get information from your visions."

Loki knew Emma had a point and Emma stayed by Alicia's side for the next 13 hours.

Alicia stated, "Emma you look like a mess. You should rest."

"I am fine Alicia." Emma poured her Seder into Alicia's wrists.

"You look like you are gonna pass out."

"I am waiting for the elder called Hassiba. She is going to be your recorder when you wake." Emma yawned for a while then shook her head once she was done. "She is a witch and I think she is going to be able to help you."

It was silent for a moment.

Loki was looking over Emma's notes of how to take care of Alicia.

Loki watched Emma as he questioned. "The herbs you use are actually poison?"

"Yes but with fast and large amount of seder, or magic, it helps regulate the flow. Since her first training session I had to look for something to help her." Emma gave Loki a side glance. "Remember when you insisted on getting in the water with her the first time? I advised against it."

"Yes. I remember." Loki flipped through the herbs. "So mixing all these gets you a poison. Impressive."

"Herbs were my choice as an elective. I know many combinations for all sorts of things."

Alicia mumbled, "Like those disgusting drinks."

"Exactly." Emma said it with pride. Emma released Alicia's arms then wrapped them with bandages with her Seder mixed into them. "These bandages will lessen the pain."

Alicia tested out the wrappings and winced.

Emma chided. "It will not help if you keep rolling your wrists. And do not think about using your magic."

Alicia huffed as she rested her hands on her lap again. "So when do the tests start to find out my Asgardian bloodlines?"

Emma yawned again. "We are going to wait for the keepers. They will get a blood sample and will look through their books."

Alicia glared at her hands. "Were they able to save all their books from Ragnarok?"

Emma sighed. "They got the majority of them."

Alicia rolled her eyes. "I am no help to anyone."

Loki looked at Alicia as she kept glaring at her hands. "Without you changing the vision of people boarding the ship, there would be nothing left of Asgard."

Alicia leaned her back against the raised bed. "I wish I had information."

Emma stayed silent then after a silence overtook the room she cleared her throat.

Loki spoke quickly, "we will have the information when it is time to acquire it."

Alicia stared at Emma as she went to get a food menu.

Emma studied the menu. "I am really wanting to try the smoked ham for lunch."

Alicia looked at Loki, "how am I going to cook the Christmas ham?"

Loki frowned. "Listen to what Eir said and worry about getting better."

"But Loki-"

Loki explained. "I can call Susan. Just a training incident gone wrong."

Alicia nodded after a pause… "can you just make sure they get a dinner for Christmas?"

Loki put Emma's notes aside as he stood. "I will take care of it."

Alicia looked up at him as he leaned to kiss her temple. "Loki?"

"Yes my Love?"

"You still have those online carts full of gifts?"

Loki gave her a smile when he said, "Of course I do."

"Order the smaller items. They don't have much room in their house."

Loki searched her eyes, not hiding his excitement. "Is that my only restriction?"

Alicia nodded with exhaustion. "Until you go through the carts to keep the smaller ones for me to approve." Alicia gave him a deadly serious look, "nothing alive."

"Noted. I will be back."

"Thank you."

Emma called for Loki, "what do you want to eat?"

Loki spoke as he left. "Alicia will order everything for herself to sample and I will eat what is left."

Alicia laughed slightly. "Just order basically everything."

Emma smirked, "and one of your favorite drinks."

Alicia grumbled under her breath.

Loki left as Emma chidded her about needing the special made food to regain her strength.

Loki kept walking until he was alone then called Susan. The dial tone was quite compared to the screams of the children in the background. Susan yelled for quiet and then for the kids to go to their rooms.

"Hey Loki. You aren't going to try to convince me into the live animals again are you?"

Loki laughed. "No. I have some bad news."

Susan paused, "is Alicia okay?"

"There were issues with a training exercise. Alicia needs to heal and I am sorry she is not going to be able to make the ham herself -but I was thinking everyone could come to the tower for Christmas."

"Are we allowed to visit her?"

"She needs to focus on healing…" Loki paused as the children started to scream again. "The children might be a little stressful."

"You have a point." Susan sighed. "Okay. I could get everyone there for Christmas."

"Sounds good. Do you have any recipes I could have the cooks make?"

"Well Alicia has always been the better cook… and with Marcus still missing... How is that going?"

"We are working on getting him back."

"And Marcibeth? How is she?"

"Off on a mission."

"I see. Well thank you Loki. I will make sure we all get there for Christmas."

"I will have a driver bring you."

Susan refused. "We can drive ourselves."

"I want you to relax. Plans changed and you were not planning on driving." Loki thought of the perfect excuse, "Plus the children will love it."

Susan laughed. "Okay. Okay. Let me know what time."

Loki smiled, "I will. Have a good day Susan."

She hummed before saying bye.

Loki took a moment to appreciate the quiet after the call was ended before he turned to go back to Alicia's room.

Alicia stared at the elders.

One held a blade and his helpers stood beside him.

The elder, Hassiba, stood silently on the outskirts with eerie bright eyes.

Alicia's eyesight is bad but she could easily see the bright eyes compared to the face of the man close beside her.

There was a well known knock as Loki stepped in. His figure paused for a moment before walking over to the eerie eyes.

The keeper spoke, "we should get her to the soul forge and extract the blood for the best results."

Thus Alicia was transferred to the room with the soulforge.

The Eldest Keeper held Alicia's hand as the blade rested on her palm. "This will hurt."

Alicia nodded then shut her mouth as the pain slithered through her body from the cut. The pain paused in spots that lit up on the soulforge display.

One of the helpers ordered, "Just a little longer."

The slicing pain did not stop, it grew stronger as the elder drew more blood.

The one with the blade to Alicia's hand hummed as he kept his eyes to the cut.

Alicia watched the soulforge and how the pain disappeared at the same time the invasion retreated to her hand. There was a turn of the blade and Alicia watched as her blood was drank by the dull edge. Her cut healed together as if there was no injury to her hand at all. Once the man let go of her hand she sighed the huge breath she was holding.

Loki stood with Emma and Hassiba as the group of keepers began talking. He could not hear what they were saying.

Hassiba asked, "How has the mischievous young god been?"

Loki stared at the group. "Not making as much mischief as I once did."

Hassiba smiled as she looked at Emma. "And what of the stubborn healer?"

Emma forced a laugh. "Getting tested by a witch who is more stubborn than I am."

Alicia was getting up when Emma was rushing to her side.

Emma barked, "Do you ever wait for confirmation you can move."

Alicia grunted as she was forced to sit in the wheelchair. "I figured they were done."

Emma sighed, "they are but you can not put stress on your body."

Alicia felt dizzy as her back met with the chair. "Yeah.. stress."

Alicia hated this. She had no answers and depended on everyone else. She couldn't walk to the next room, she barely made it to the wheelchair. If not for Emma she would have fell.

Loki and Hassiba were talking with the elders as Emma moved to Alicia's room.

Once in her bed Alicia felt a need for sleep. "Emma… I am tired."

Emma explained. "It is a side effect of the blood ritual. Don't fall asleep until Hassiba gets in here."

With a drawl Alicia replied, "Right."

Emma put thick blankets on Alicia as she started to shiver.

Hassiba and Loki walked in followed by food carts.

Loki went to one side as Hassiba went to the other.

Hassiba suggested. "Eat a little before falling asleep. It will help you get warm and focus on your visions. Also, poor Emma needs food as well."

Alicia's teeth chattered. "I am so cold."

Loki held Alicia's hand, "it is a side effect of the ritual. Hassiba is right, eating will help."

Alicia tried not to chatter her teeth. "What did the Keepers say?"

Loki answered. "It seems like one they know but they need to check the books."

Alicia ate soup and her body warmed to a more comfortable temperature but she was still tired.

Hassiba had explained."Emma will slow visions. When you wake, you will immediately tell me or anyone present what you saw."

Alice squinted at the window to try to experience something outside of the healing room.

"Dear… your eyesight is not well. Why refuse to use present visions?"

Alicia kept trying to see anything of interest. "I want to experience things the same time as others."

Hassiba chided. "Then you will need glasses. No point in having blurred vision if you want to see someone's face."

Alicia stayed quiet as she shivered despite having multiple blankets on her. She felt a little better after eating but sleep was calling her name. Alicia's eyes could barely stay open but she tried to hold on for Emma.

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