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navybrat817 · 11 months

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Around Your Throat

Pairing: Vampire Mob!Bucky Barnes x Gifted!Female Reader Summary: Bucky has the perfect accessory to go around your throat. Word Count: 1.9k Warnings: E/xplicit s/exual content, f/ingering, b/iting, p/ossessive behavior, b/lood, feel (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics , Moodboard - yours truly A/N: Set before Lay Me Down, we're visiting our vampire to kick off Hot Bucky Summer challenge hosted by @buckybarnesevents! Theme - "What should I wear?" ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You stood in front of the full length mirror, a frown on your face as you looked over yourself. The black and gold gown you wore was beautiful, the v-neckline and fitted bodice drawing attention to your chest. Bucky had it designed for you, with your approval. He wanted only the best for his bride-to-be.

The fact that he had a matching suit almost put a smile on your face.

But you couldn’t figure out why you weren’t happy with your look. You thought for a moment that the dress was too much for a dinner, especially since you would be one of the only people at the table eating an actual meal. As Bucky’s future mate and your father’s daughter, however, it was the expectation that you’d look your best.

At least I won't have to create an illusion since I'll be amongst Bucky’s friends for the evening.

“I'm not sure about this,” you told your fiancé since he insisted on being in the room as you got ready, admiring your side profile with a sigh. "Should I change into something else?"

"Why would you change when you look good enough to eat?"

You spun around to face him, your breath catching when he stood from his chair and straightened his tie. He slicked his hair back for the evening and you longed to run your fingers through it to make a mess of it. This man managed to steal your heart and he would be the reason you took your last breath.

He was both your ending and your new beginning.

"Just what every girl wants to hear when she goes to feast with vampires," you teased, turning back to the mirror.

"If you sensed something was wrong, we wouldn't attend," he pointed out. He wouldn't risk your safety. He assured your father of that. "Should I tell Steve to play host while we skip it?"

"No, my love, because nothing is wrong," you assured him. You trusted his friends and the only gut feeling you sensed was that your evening would end happily. You looked forward to it.

"Then what's the matter?" he asked as he crossed the room and placed his hands on your hips. Though you couldn't see his reflection in the mirror, you imagined his blue eyes either darkened or glowed at the sight of you. Both stares always set the blood on fire in your veins. “Do you not like the dress? Should I rip it to shreds?”

“Don’t you dare,” you answered, narrowing your eyes when he chuckled. “I love this dress.”

“If you won’t let me tear this gown from your body, at least let me lift the skirt and bury myself in your pussy again,” he said, making you gasp when his cool lips brushed the shell of your ear. Your core throbbed at the idea, tempted to let him bend you over in front of the mirror as he took you apart. Once he turned you, you wouldn’t see your reflection ever again. “And if you love it, why have you stood here for the last two minutes, spinning and frowning at every angle?”

“As much as I’d love for you to ravage me, I don’t think we have time,” you said, gesturing to yourself. “And something’s missing. I can’t figure out what.”

Bucky hummed, gripping your chin to turn your head toward him. “I can get you off quickly," he said, which was true. "And you're missing an accessory. You need something around your throat.”

“Of course,” you smiled softly. Such a simple solution to a ridiculous problem. “What should I wear?"

He moved his hand to your neck before you could go to the armoire, making you moan when his fingers tightened. “I have something perfect in mind.”

“As much as I love this type of necklace,” you said, wetting your lips with your tongue. “I can’t go the whole meal with your hand around my throat.”

Bucky chuckled again, spinning you and pinning your back against the mirror with lightning speed. You trembled when his eyes began to glow, your blood rushing through your veins at the sight of his fangs. The mix of pain and pleasure whenever they pierced your skin brought you to a euphoric state. It was no wonder some begged to become a blood mistress or paramour.

You were lucky enough that you would belong to Bucky forever.

“And just because I can’t ravage you with my cock right this second doesn’t mean I can go through an entire meal without having a taste,” he whispered, pushing the skirt up so his cold hand could slide up your inner thigh. No tights and no underwear so he could have access to what belonged to him. His rule for the evening. “I need your blood and your cunt so I can behave myself."

“You better satisfy your craving then,” you whispered, knowing he’d want more before the sun came up. "And we'll see how well you actually behave."

Vampires had no shame when it came to sex or anyone who witnessed it.

Your wet, warm folds welcomed the cool feel of Bucky's expert touch. Before you could grip his arms, he pinned your hands above your head. His strength turned you on more, which you didn’t know was possible. You were almost in a constant state of arousal around him. “You'll beg for my cock long before you finish dinner,” he whispered against your lips, teasing your entrance as he kissed down the pulse in your neck. “Don't fucking move."

“Yes, sir,” you breathed, closing your eyes to brace yourself for what was coming.

Which would be you coming all over his fingers.

“Mine,” he growled, drawing a cry from you as he sank his fangs into your soft skin and slid two fingers inside your wet walls. You did your best to keep still as he slowly thrust and moaned against your neck. A submissive position he put you in to assert his power, yet you didn't feel weak. Even as he took your life essence and pleasure as his own he empowered you.

Because in return, you’d get every part of James Buchanan Barnes.

“Please, Bucky,” you begged when his thumb toyed with your clit. You wanted to grind your hips down, but he told you to stay still. If you had more time, you would've pushed to see what kind of punishment he'd dish out. But you knew he wanted to get you off quickly, like he said he could. "Please."

“So needy, darling. One of the things I love about you,” he said when he stopped drinking, blood running from your neck down your collarbone and chest as his fingers curled. He pulled back so you could see the red fluid around his lips. The feral look in his eyes as he licked them clean, your head spinning as you teetered on the edge. “Come for me.”

Your body seized up as you gushed around his fingers, your moan of ecstasy lost as he covered your mouth with his. You tasted your blood on his tongue as helped you ride out your orgasm. Days from now you would know the taste of him. Pleasure, eternity, love.

Your new life.

It took a moment for you to realize you were no longer against the mirror as you recovered. Bucky moved you to the bed to rest for a moment and catch your breath. the pinpricks in your neck closed and your dress straightened out. “Thank you for letting me have a taste,” he said, sucking his fingers into his mouth. “Didn’t think anything could make your blood sweeter, but your pussy does the trick.”

“Best combination,” you smiled.

“My favorite,” he agreed, helping you stand once your head stopped spinning. Lust still lingered in his gaze, but you couldn't ignore the concern that shone through. "Are you okay? I didn't take too much?"

"I'm okay," you assured him. He never wanted to lose control and take more than what he needed. No matter what, you were his number one priority. "And you won't have to worry once I you turn me."

"I'll still worry," he whispered. Loving you meant having something to lose. It also meant he had something worth living for. "One more thing before we go."

You smiled when he held up an onyx pendant surrounded by diamonds, like he pulled it out of thin air. Perfect to go with your dress. "It's beautiful," you said, allowing him to put it around your neck. "How did you manage to hide that from me?"

His fingers traced the delicate, gold chain as he smiled. "Because you aren't psychic, but you get feelings. Which is probably why you felt off when you looked in the mirror. You were waiting for me to give you this."

"It's like you know my gifts better than I do," you smiled, touching the pendant before you noticed there was still blood on your neck. "I should clean myself up."

"No," he said firmly, pulling you to his chest. You suspected his heart would race only for you if it could still beat. "You'll wear my mark with the necklace I gave you and your blood on your skin. You're going to be my wife and my mate. I want everyone to see that you belong to me and that there's no shame in my want for you."

You'd wear every brand and claim of his with pride.

"This won't show them that?" you asked, holding up your hand with your engagement ring.

"Vampires don't look at hands," he said, taking yours and kissing it. "They look at throats. And anyone who sees yours will know you're mine."

And I will be until the end of time.

"And when you turn me?" you asked, brushing your hand along his cheek. "Will I get to leave my mark on you and show everyone you're mine, too?"

"You can make an entire path of bites around my throat if that's what you desire," he offered, his icy hand covering yours. "I'll wear them proudly."

Bucky loved with his entire being. Not only were you strong and willing enough to accept it, you'd give him the same love in return. You would always be in each other's care.

My eternal partner.

"I might take you up on that," you smiled, feeling how hard he was through the fabric of his pants. Tempted to drop to your knees and return the favor, you asked, "Do we have time for me to take care of you?"

"We're already running late," he said, giving you a gentle kiss. "But maybe you can keep my cock warm at the table. No one will mind."

"I thought you were going to behave at dinner if you had a taste," you said, your walls clenching with the need to surround him, like he hadn't brought you to orgasm moments before.

"I will behave," he said innocently, but his eyes flashed as he showed his fangs again. "But we'll see how long you last before you try to ride me in front of everyone."

"Well, you did say I'd beg for your cock before I finished dinner."

And you suspected his hand, the necklace, and your blood would be the only things you wore around your neck once he took you to bed for the night.

Who wouldn't want an eternity with Bucky? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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spncvr · 29 days

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could you write something with spencer and childhood bestfriedn to lovers?? haven't seen you write angst! but ik it'll be good 🤣❤️

glorious | s. reid

summary: leaving spencer isn't easy

pairing: spencer reid x reader

warnings: angst? and, again, english isnt my first languageLMAO its also too late to be writing so i hope this makes sense

a/n: IVE BEEN WAAAIIITTTINGGG FOR ANGST REQS this is so bad thp girl (gender neutral) im sorry i didn't do u justice

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YOU LOVE THE darkness.

There, you feel as though you hold the entire world in your grasp. The light, however, falters under your grasp, almost as if it’s causing itself pain by being in between your fingers. You can’t help but think that it’s almost like yourself, loud and bold (maybe, you think humorously, that’s why you’re not particularly fond of it). The light is chaotic, boisterous, and overwhelming, and it burns out your mind and soul.

The dark is a contrast to the light in every way. It is solitary, silent, and careful in its movements against your skin. You feel a sense of power amidst it, as though you can control it with the mere flick of your wrist. The darkness brings a sense of contentment to you, as if you belong there, among its shadows and stillness. You revel in the power and peace that the darkness brings you, and for a moment, everything feels just right.

The wind dances around you, a melodic tune that you can never quite decipher. It hums on your cheek and creates an illusion of harmony in the bustling city that you know isn’t really there. It is akin to light, even in the darkness. Everyone is constantly bumping into someone, everyone’s always got somewhere to be. Because the city lives and breathes in constant distress; so much so that nobody seems to notice how the sky shifts from a light blue to a tranquil orange and then to darkness, even if the city never truly gets dark. There are always lights, stars, and the sounds of nightlife and parties that can last until dawn. Despite your disdain for the city and the way it makes you feel, you can’t help but smile as you study it from afar. Perhaps it’s the allure of the city’s chaos that keeps you here, or maybe it’s the thought of what you could make of yourself in the midst of it all—but that didn’t matter, not anymore.

You’ve always promised yourself when you were younger that you’d leave.

One day, you had whispered to yourself in the darkness, when you were six, your favourite stuffed animal tightly tucked between your arms, one day, we’ll go away. You can’t remember whatever caused you to tell yourself this at such a young age. You think it was probably something silly—a classmate’s admonition that some activities were simply reserved for boys. Or maybe it was because your parents had refused to let you get ice cream after you’d finished all of your green vegetables (all that suffering for nothing, really). But the mindset had continued to stick in your mind; an ember of determination that refused to fade away.

One day, you say again, when you’re thirteen because your teacher had failed you in your first ever physics exam, one day this won’t matter. We’ll go. We’ll leave. You say it so firmly and so surely that it scares you sometimes. Because, really, you’ve never been anywhere but here—so you ask yourself: What if it’s just the same? What if it’s just as bad?

One day, you say again, when you’re seventeen because you have been looking at universities far off and away from your city far away from the constant distress it emits. You’d stare at the campus pictures on the website and study the student’s bright wide smiles, and sometimes, you’d picture yourself in those hallways, with a group of new friends—you’d be the smart, and the witty one. You’d laugh a little harder, and smile a little brighter. One day, We’ll be there. Anytime soon.

“What are you smiling about?” his voice pulls you out of your small reverie. He looks good in the darkness. Specifically this kind of darkness, one that isn’t just quite completely dark. You find that kind of darkness here, where you could see the entire city live and breathe, where you could see some underlying beauty within the city.

You offer a meek shrug, eyes never leaving the city, “It just— feels so real now, no?”

He rests his chin on one of his bent knees, sighing. “It’s always been real. You’ve wanted to leave this city forever.”

“Well,” you exhale, “I didn’t expect to leave so soon. I always thought maybe I’d stay in this city a little longer. I don’t know.”

“With me?”

You frown at him slightly at the question. “Yes. Yes, of course.”

“For me?”

The question is cruel. You don’t need him to make you question yourself because you have spent your entire life yearning for nothing more than to go and leave. You hate him for it, kind of. Because really, what did he expect you to do? Stop everything, and stay with him; for him? I’ve got dreams too, damn it, you want to yell at him, scream at him, I’ve spent my entire life hating nothing more than the god-damn fucking city, and you’re here to mess all of it up. “For me?” Yes. Yes FOR you. Everything’s FOR you!

You can’t dispute the truth, though. Yes, you’d stay with him. For him. Whatever.

Yet as you sit with him by your side and gaze out over the city, you suddenly realise —almost as if you had never thought about it before—that leaving this city meant leaving him as well. The very notion of leaving him felt so alien to your mind. Somehow, you had subconsciously imagined that you’d be going away with him —it’s always been one day we’ll leave, we’ll go— besides, you’ve always known Spencer. In a way, he was like… God, you can’t even say it. You just needed to leave. You can’t look at him when you answer a soft: “Yes. Yes, for you.”

i have like a pt. 2 of this but i hate it so heres a cliff hanger LMAOAIOSVUSBD

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novalizinpeace · 1 month

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Well, this is my fastest reference so far

Space Rider Au Belong to @onyxonline

some data and backstory

His home planet can be found in NGC 7331, a spiral galaxy inside the pegasus constellation. There, the pegasus live a kinda nomad/nature oriented life, a lot of them are really carefree and peaceful people, so comfortable in their lifes thanks to the protection of the high clouds: Pegasus that learned to use the power of the sun (and light) to create illusions and been able to hide their communities around the galaxy for eons.

But one day, one of this community got the bad luck to get found by the Prototype's Cult, and all hell broke loose.

They knew they had to kill the High Clouds first to get to the people in the community, and with all of them dead they almost succesed in their goal.

But then a lil foal put himself in front of the cultists, and that was the end for them.

The news about a child scaring a butch of dangerous cultists obviously got to the riders, that after some debates with the eldest in the community, were able to get custody of the child in exchange of protection for said community without high clouds, and the promise in paper that the child would get back to his home to become a high cloud once he became able to control his illusions.

Personality

Sunny is a literal walking sunshine; carefree and talkative, he's mostly in the air, since the idea to be just walking is boring to him, but even if he seem distracted while talking to someone, he's actually paying a lot of attention, is his body that can't be quiet, his mind is actually really clear and bright.

He's not really the fighter type of guy, he wouldn't have a problem taking a weapon to defend his friends and teammates, or fight a one on one for the same or for training sake, but if you ask him he would prefer to just walk away or be the defensive part of the plan, he's not going to enjoy making other feel pain, it something he was teached to be a truly last resort, so not the best sparring pal for other riders.

Were he really shine is in ability to detect lies and fake things/scams. Is his thing after all. He would never use this ability to trick others, so if he catch someone trying to take advance of others by using trick, you can be sure he's going to expose them REALLY loudly in from of everybody. This had sometimes end in awkward situations for him, like exposing the wrong guy...

The fact that he speak his mind so freely is also a constant problem for him, in his community there was no such thing as uncalled comments, everybody was happy to take advise in others, or answer gracefully when a advise wasn't right/needed, and compliments were good recieved for everybody, things like get stressed by other's opinion was completly taboo, why hurt your mind in such way?

So the fact that people in the riders get so confused/shocked/embarrased/frustrated when he speak his mind in a matter would truly confused Sunny at time, he's kinda afraid to speak in big groups due this, 'cause he had already scare away possible friends for be too open, but at least he know compliments are a good way to go if he didn't make a lot of them so suddenly.

But somethings i forgot that last details...

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Before someone call me simp /j i didn't create Sunny just to openly fangirl over Gale, his critter design is as old as Lizzy, but i had never been able to do something with him.

Now, did i create all this backstory and design just for shipping/fangirl reason? No... Also to have a excuse to draw Gale, that two things /j

Galestorm belong to @qxuiara

#poppy playtime #smiling critters #smiling critters oc #space riders au #galestorm space riders au #when the brainstorm hit i just roll with it #you can say i got inspired with this dude #nova say

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sundays-wing-piercing · 3 months

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Hiii Pixel again haha THANK YOU for answering my ask oh my gosh I am OBSESSED-also now I’m feeling shy about the first ask I sent…but I guess I closed out instead of pressing ask so it didn’t send haha, Classic me~

Anyways yeah DARK YANDERE!SUNDAY CONTENT sorry if this is too dark but you reblogged a thing about ‘corporal punishment’ Yandere! Sunday and it got me wanting to know your thoughts.

Personally I’m very much of the opinion he wouldn’t hurt you unless it was really time for his last resort to get you to behave yourself.

For punishments he seems more like the type to do something that’ll hurt and stress you mentally. Complete isolation seems like a good one. He keeps you locked up somewhere, he’s your only company, leaving you alone for HOURS on end, so it gets to the point where even though you KNOW he’s the one who did this to you in the first place he’s also your only friend now and you need his companionship like you need air.

But if it does get to the point where he actually physically hurts you I imagine the aftermath looks something like him talking so, so softly to you while you try to get away from him, but you’re too injured to really get far. He’s explaining it to you so sweetly, why he had to do what he had to do, what you have to do to make sure it doesn’t happen again…

I mean that’d be so terrifying…you really didn’t think he’d ever actually physically hurt you…

SO YEAH that was the first part of my ask~ sorry if it’s too dark, but I was just curious~

Ok I will get out of your inbox now haha bye~

YIPPEEEE YOU'RE BACK omg where do I start because that's exactly what I had in mind SHJAHWHSJWUEHEU but let me see what I can think of!! Honestly I fully agree with how he'll only hurt you mentally but let's say this time you really ticked him off. Perhaps he'll create a dreamscape filled with only your darkest of fears. You know it's just a dream but with you so shaken up you can't think straight. He'll leave you in there for a good while before "rescuing" you. Oh how the way you cling onto him like he's your only savior, your hero gets him all smily as if he wasn't the one subjecting you to such horrors. Maybe he should do this more often. What's that? No? Then you better behave sweetheart.

I mean who would dare repeat the same mistake after all that. Oh you would? Perhaps he'll have to get more physical. Damn this dreamscape thing is really convenient. He'll just make one so real you don't even realize how the pain is just an illusion. A dream so close to reality that you feel every sting or pain in your body. Every few minutes or so that felt like hours he'll check up on you to ask if you've learned your lesson knowing damn well your head is too jumbled up to realize what he's asking. Well you did ignore him, I guess he'll have to leave you in a bit longer.

This goes on until eventually he deems it enough and fetches you back to your little cozy home. Where he wipes off your tears, feeds you and tucks you into bed as if nothing ever happened. How can you not fall for such a sweet voice lulling you to sleep? His smile alone is purely angelic. Don't you just love him?

Well if you don't I sure do WOWEE THATS A LOT again do send another ask if you're not too fond of it THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!! You're always welcomed dear consider staying here longer or perhaps forever! He could always use a bit of company

#ai rants #hsr sunday #sunday hsr #hsr sunday x reader #sunday x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr

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vbecker10 · 26 days

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Loki's Silent Sentry (Part 2)

Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 (Part 6 in progress)

Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)

Summary: You are not just a soldier in Asgard's Royal Army, you are Lieutenant Y/L/N, Prince Loki's personal guard, his sentry and you are not supposed to fall in love with him. If you followed your training properly, you should never have even spoken to him. As a sentry, you are expected to remain silent and invisible as you shadow your appointed member of the royal family or member of the court protectively throughout their daily tasks.

Rumors (that happen to be true) begin to circulate through the palace that you serve the younger prince of Asgard both outside and inside his chambers. There is little you can do once word of your off duty activities spread through every maid, cook, gardener and seamstress in the palace. You soon find even the soldiers in your own company are now questioning how exactly you had come to earn your seemingly quick rise to lieutenant.

As the annual Winter Solstice Ball approaches, you come to the heartbreaking realization that your relationship with Loki must come to an end if you are both to fulfill your duties.

Warnings: Angst, arguing, Thor being an absolute ass, Odin being a terrible father (slut shaming?)

A/N: I'm dedicating the second part of this to my absolutely amazing friend @siconetribal! I wanted to get this out for your birthday but I just missed it, sorry! Also, I hope you like the part that you inspired (I have no doubt you'll be able to figure out what it is). Love you! 💚💚💚

And... I know this was only two parts but I couldn't help myself and now it is three lol, not sorry

"Have you completely lost your mind!?" the king hollers from the throne. You keep your eyes down, too fearful to look up even if your training didn't require you to kneel when in Odin's presence. You know he isn't speaking to you, not yet at least. For now, his attention seems fixed on his youngest son.

"The whole of the Royal Council, the entirety of the Advisory Council and all of our foreign diplomats were in attendance tonight! Not to mention all of their families. Do you have the slightest idea of the damage you have caused?" he questions Loki.

"What could be the harm in me sharing a dance with-" Loki begins but is quickly cut off.

"A dance? You think this is about you and this..." he gestures to you as if he is searching for the least offensive word he can find, "soldier dancing?" he says with a joyless laugh.

Loki doesn't respond and in that instant you both know what it is that truly has angered the king. It wasn't that the prince used his illusions to create a gown for you or that he danced with you at the center of the ball. Loki had kissed you where all of Asgard's most important citizens could see. He had all but announced to the kingdom that you were his and that would not be allowed.

"It is of no concern to me who you bring to your chambers at night but you must learn that there is no place for this at court," he lectures. He turns towards his oldest son who is standing at the base of the stairs leading to the throne. "That goes for you as well. Every servant in this palace knows you are working your way through the kitchen staff," he says to Thor. "I do not need or want to know what either of you do in your chambers and the people of Asgard should be just as unaware."

You don't disagree with that last part, you don't think it is anyone else's business that you are with Loki but you know now isn't the time to speak up.

He continues, turning his focus back to Loki who is still standing just a few inches from you. "You can not parade your..." again he pauses as if too angry to find the right words to describe you. "Her," he changes his mind and motions to you as if Loki could possibly be unsure who he was referring to. "You can not parade her in front of the whole of Asgard. If you want to keep her as a toy for when you are bored, so be it but this type of behavior in public will not be tolerated especially when you are to be looking for a suitable wife," he says, his anger palpable.

You grind your teeth, focusing on the tiles below you to keep from saying something that could lead to your execution.

"I have found a suitable wife," Loki fires back at his father and you lift your head quickly in shock. "Father, Y/N is-"

Odin cuts his words off with a furious wave of his hand as he rises from the throne. "This soldier is not fit to marry a prince," he declares. "And you will refer to her by her rank while you are in my presence," he reminds Loki of proper protocol.

You take a step backwards as the king begins to walk down the steps of the throne. You lower your eyes again and try to keep from trembling as you feel him come closer.

"This will end now," Odin orders and just as Loki opens his mouth in protest he adds, "Or I will transfer your little toy to the an outpost at the furthest edge of the nine realms."

"You will do no such thing," a calm but stern voice says from behind you.

"And what is your solution?" Odin asks Frigga as she walks into the throne room. "Let them continue this.... this..." he stutters in anger.

"Relationship, is the word I think you are looking for my dear husband," she says as she stands between her youngest son and the king.

"Mother, please-" Loki again tries to make his voice heard but Odin's glare stops his words from forming.

"I think I have a solution to our problem," the queen says and you lift your head slightly. She looks at you and flashes the faintest smile, it eases you just for a moment but then her smile fades and so does your hope. You hold your breath as you wait to hear your punishment for loving Loki too publicly as you know they can not punish him.

"I am in need of a new sentry," she says and your heart begins to beat faster. "Lieutenant Y/L/N will be appointed to me starting tomorrow morning. The lieutenant comes from a long line of sentries. Her mother was my sentry many years ago and her grandfather guarded my father when I was a young girl at court. The Y/L/N family has protected and served Asgard for centuries," she informs Odin of your families long and decorated history. If you weren't so terrified, you would be filled with pride that the queen recognizes the years upon years of service your family has given to the kingdom.

"We will not banish one of Asgard's most loyal soldiers because you do not like how your son behaved at the ball. I will speak to him privately about his behavior and make it clear that this is not to happen again," she gives Loki a look that sends a chill down your spine. You know how much the prince loves and respects his mother and there are few feelings worse than knowing you've disappointed someone who believes in you.

Odin remains silent and you know that means the queen has successfully overruled the king. "You are dismissed for the night Lieutenant Y/L/N," she tells you and you stand up at attention. "You will meet me at my chambers at dawn," she orders.

You nod in acknowledgment and bow to each of the royals. The king first as is customary, then the queen who offers you another small smile, the older prince who seems to have already forgotten who you are and finally Loki who looks as if his heart is breaking. You force your features to remain emotionless as you turn to leave the throne room on unsteady legs.

Neither of the two guards standing at the tall double doors make eye contact with you as they move to swing them open. You take a deep breath once you are in the hall and the doors slam shut. You know you should feel relief that you were not sentenced to an eternity in the dungeon or banished to a horrid place like Migard but you find it is still hard to walk. Only days ago you had put in a transfer request in the hopes of being sent away from Loki and now it was being granted by the queen herself. You would no longer be Loki's sentry, or his lover and there was nothing either of you could do.

You arrive at dawn and greet the two sentries guarding the king and queen's chambers. They nod in return, the shorter one even smiles a little in welcome. It has been a month since the night of the ball and it seems the rumors of Loki's favoritism for you vanished as soon as you were no longer in his service. A few of your fellow soldiers have slowly begun to speak to you again but you don't find any of them nearly as interesting to talk to as Loki.

You groan internally, it is somehow Monday again already. A day filled with the queen's seemingly endless string of long, drawn out meetings. Much like the younger prince, the queen takes the majority of her meetings in her private office, requiring all council members or other officials to come to her if the wished to have a moment of her time. This unfortunately meant you were unlikely to run into Loki unless they had meetings scheduled together which was seldom the case.

A few minutes after your arrival, the heavy wooden door swings open and the queen steps out of her chambers. "Good morning Lieutenant Y/L/N," she greets you kindly as always.

"Good morning your highness," you respond with a slight bow. You take a deep breath as you follow her down the hall knowing those will be the last words you speak until she dismisses you at the end of the day.

Monday may be your least favorite day of the week but Sunday is by far your favorite and thankfully it is here again. Meetings are a rare occurrence on a Sunday and the queen spends much of her day in the library or her chambers. You don't mind, the halls of the palace are mostly empty so you are able to relax ever so slightly but it is after dinner that you look forward to the most.

You follow her out of the palace, your boots crunching over the newly fallen snow on the path leading to the garden. Queen Frigga wraps her fur shawl tighter around herself but you keep your head up even as an icy breeze sweeps through. You don't want to miss seeing Loki even for a moment. He exits the palace from a set of doors several yards south from the ones you have come from and your body fills with warmth.

He smiles first at his mother then his eyes move past her, to you. Your lips curve into a smile ever so slightly, not enough for his sentry to notice.

"Hello mother," he greets the queen with a hug.

"Loki," she smiles back. "Shall we?" He holds his arm out for her to take and leads her through the wrought iron gates at the entrance to the garden. You and Loki's sentry, a man named Sergeant Tones, stand on either side of the gates at attention.

You take a deep breath, inhaling the chilly air and wonder how Loki never seems to mind this type of weather. You preferred winter or fall over the heat of the summer, mostly because you were always required to wear full armor but Loki wasn't even wearing gloves today. The thought makes you shiver. You close your eyes for a brief moment and try to picture a warm, roaring fire but your mind will only conjure images of the large stone fireplace in Loki's office.

You sigh quietly as your mind begins to wander, thinking of all the times you've spent with him in his office talking about everything and nothing. A smile crosses your lips as you vividly remember the first time the prince spoke to you.

You scan the hallway leading away from the prince's office, not a person in sight. The only sound you can hear is the pounding of rain and wind against the stone walls of the palace. Occasionally a streak of lightning would light up the window followed by the deafening sound of thunder. You try the trick your mother taught you when you were little to judge the storms distance. If your counting was correct, the storm was going to be directly overhead any second now.

The door next to you opens suddenly and you stand at attention, ready to follow the prince but he doesn't leave his office. You look over your shoulder, confused to see him just standing next to you. He isn't looking at you though, his eyes wander to the window and you wonder what he is thinking.

"I would like to speak with you for a moment," the prince finally says to your utter shock. You can do little more than nod as you follow him into his office. "Close the door," he orders as he walks over to his desk.

You do as your told but you are not sure what else to do. You had never been in his office or spoken to him before. The last three people you guarded never seemed interested in getting to know you and that was perfectly fine with you. Your training required you to be silent and you had grown used to it.

He waves for you to come closer as he takes a seat behind his desk. You stand at attention across from him and he sighs. "Sit," he says and you do. He looks at you curiously as you sit uncomfortably in the leather chair. Your armor was not made be to relaxed in.

After a moment of awkwardly staring at each other he asks, "Can you speak?"

You nod in response and he groans loudly as he sits back heavily in his chair. You stifle a giggle but can't hide the smile that spreads across your lips as you realize how cute the prince looks when he is frustrated. Your smile quickly vanishes, replaced by a furious blush when he catches you.

He leans forward, his arms crossed on his desk, "What's your name?"

"Sergeant Y/L/N," you answer after clearing your throat. It's well past noon but it is the first time you've spoken today.

"What is your first name?" he asks, from his tone you gather that is what he meant the first time.

You reply unsure why he would want to know, "Y/N your highness."

"Y/N," he repeats with a smile that makes you nervous. "No need to look so scared," he says with a laugh. "I simply want to talk. You can speak freely while you are in here with me."

You shift in your seat and tell him, "I'm afraid I don't know what it is you would like me to say."

He leans back again and places his hands behind his head, "Anything... I find I'm quite bored. I have an hour until my next meeting but just for once today, I would like to listen to someone who isn't a councilor or an accountant or Gods help me, my father." He is silent while you ponder his request then he sits up and says, "Why don't you tell me a joke if you can't think of any good topics for conversation?"

"A joke your highness?" you ask, your mind immediately goes blank. Do you even know any jokes, you try to think. The only jokes you've heard recently have been told by other soldiers and none of those should be repeated to a prince. They were either far too dirty or overly political and you were not about to be thrown in the dungeon for mocking the royal family.

He shakes his head at your silence and turns to face the window behind his desk, watching the rain fall steadily.

"Why can't you trust stairs?" you finally ask.

"What?" he asks, turning back to face you.

"Why can't you trust stairs?" you repeat with as much of a straight face as you can. This was one of your favorite jokes when you were a child. You would tell it to anyone who would listen, sometimes more than once.

He shakes his head without spending any time thinking about an answer, "I don't know. Why not?"

"Because they are always up to something," you say with a wide grin.

He stares at you blankly and your pride in your joke falters, your grin fading. A moment later a smile spreads across his lips followed by a short bought of laughter. He shakes his head as he slowly stops laughing and says, "Gods, that truly may be the worst joke I have ever heard."

You nod in agreement then look down at your heavy leather boots wondering if he will let you leave now that you fulfilled his request.

After a moment of silence, he asks, "Do you know any others?"

"A few," you admit with a shrug, "But I assure you, most of them are far worse than that."

He smiles and sits back in his chair comfortably. "I will admit, I have always been fond of terrible puns," he tells you. "Would you like to hear one of my favorites?"

You are snapped back to the present as Loki and the queen step out of the garden. She is still holding his arm as they walk together. They reach the gate and come to a stop, he hugs his mother and whispers something to her. She nods in response and smiles at him before telling him to have a goodnight.

You fight every urge growing in you to abandon your post and follow him as you once did but you know you never will again. He nods ever so slightly towards you as he walks past and you bow as you've been trained. His guard follows at his heels.

You stand at the edge of the garden and wait for the queen. Instead of walking back inside the palace as she typically would, she stands next to you. She turns so she is facing the sunset and you can't help but turn as well. For a few moments you both stand silently, taking in the changing colors of the sky as the sun sinks from view.

"He misses you," the queen says softly.

You look at her and instantly feel your heart beat faster. This is the closest you've come to having any communication with Loki since the night of the ball. You had gone straight to your quarters after you left the throne room that night, you never even had a chance to say goodbye. You take a deep breath to keep your composure but when your eyes met hers you know she can read you as well as Loki can.

"I will tell him you feel the same," she says with a warm smile.

"Thank you, your highness," you respond. You stand together until the sun has set completely then you follow her back to her chambers where she dismisses you for the night.

The next week drags by, the days guarding Loki never seemed this long but finally it is Sunday night again. Loki and his mother conclude their walk, hugging briefly just outside of the gates. As he steps away to leave, she stops him by reaching for his arm. She asks him something quietly and he nods in response as he looks towards you. You make eye contact with the prince and he smiles but you can see how sad he truly is, you desperately want to run to him but you stay where you are and try your best to smile back. They say their goodbyes and he heads back towards his chambers with his sentry. You bow as he passes then stand at attention again, waiting for the queen.

She stands beside you and you both turn towards the sunset, taking in its beauty. Just as you begin to wonder if Loki left a message for you again his mother looks over at you.

"He thinks about you all the time," she tells you.

You smile at her words but your heart aches as wish you could hear them from him.

"Is there anything you would like me to tell Loki?" she asks. You nod, there are so many things you want to tell him. "I promise I will tell him whatever you need him to hear," she encourages you to speak, much like her son used to.

"Can you tell him I love him and I miss him deeply?" you ask. You had never admitted to anyone before that you loved Loki but you needed him to know your feelings were as strong as they had always been.

"I will," she says, she rests a comforting hand on your shoulder and you thank her.

It's warmer today than it has been all week, perfect weather for standing guard at the edge of the garden, you think to yourself. You look up as a small flock of birds fly over head, the sky barely has any clouds.

When the prince and the queen have finished their walk, they hug as usual and you feel your heart beat speed up when he whispers something to her. You have been waiting anxiously all week to hear what message the queen would relay to you from Loki. After he leaves with his sentry, the queen turns back to the garden.

"Walk with me," she says to you and you follow her.

You had walked down every hallway and taken every staircase in the palace but you had never been in the garden. As you pass the wrought iron gates you can't help but look around in wonder. It may still be winter but the garden is in full bloom.

"When Loki was little, I used to bring him here to teach him how to use his magic," she says with a smile as she walks down the stone path. She reaches her hand towards a rose bush full of buds and the flowers open in response as she passes. "He helped me enchant this garden to bloom year round when he was still a child, did you know that?" she asks as she moves further into the garden. You can tell by her tone that she is proud of her son and it makes you smile.

"I did your highness," you tell her. Loki had told you much about his childhood during your time together.

The two of you walk further into the garden until the pond comes into view. You had never seen it of course but Loki had described it perfectly. Two stone benches sit a few feet from the water on the west side while the other is shaded by a large willow tree.

"He told me..." you start but stop yourself when the queen turns to look at you.

"Please, continue," she encourages you.

"He told me the two of you would spend hours by the pond during the summer. He loved watching you turn flowers into frogs or cast fireworks over the water," you tell her, you loved listening to stories of him exploring his magic.

Queen Frigga slows her pace so she is walking next to you and you are immediately reminded of how Loki used to walk with you, not in front of you when you were alone.

"Those are some of my favorite memories with him," she tells you. A few steps later she laughs to herself and you look at her curiously but don't ask what she is thinking about. "I was sitting just over there reading," she points to a wooden bench near a tall oak tree. "Loki was about ten or eleven. He came running into the garden holding a small snake, he looked utterly panicked," she says. "I asked him what was wrong and he tried to hand me the snake but I refused to touch it until he told me it was his brother," she fails to hold back her laughter any longer and you can't help but join in.

"He told me about that!" you tell her excitedly, forgetting you are talking to the queen of Asgard. In this moment, you are simply talking to the mother of the man you love. "Loki said Thor was bothering him, he was just trying to study and he accidentally turn him into a snake but couldn't undo it," you repeat what he had told you.

She smiles and shakes her head as her laughter dies down. "Sometimes I miss those days," she says, her smile fading quickly now as her mood shifts. "When his biggest concern was why his older brother and he couldn't get along," she sighs. "He has not been himself these last few weeks. I worry about him," she admits as she stops walking.

You stop with her and before you say anything in response she says, "I can see how much you worry about him as well."

You nod but remain silent, you feel an ache grow in your chest. All the joy you felt only moments ago is gone.

"I know it must seem unbearable but don't lose hope," she says and you look up at her. "Loki wanted me to tell you that he hasn't stopped looking for a way to be with you again."

You lose your composure momentarily at her words, all you want is to be back in Loki's arms. Hearing he hasn't given up on your relationship is everything you needed, you can't stop the first tear from slipping free. Wiping it away with the back of your hand quickly, you apologize, "I'm sorry your highness. I just..." You pause, afraid to say more. You are not used to losing control of your emotions in general but doing so in front of the queen is unthinkable.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," she says in a motherly tone. She waits patiently for you to continue but you can't seem to find the right words to express how you feel. She touches your shoulder gently and you stand together in silence for a few moments before turning back towards the palace.

You bow to Loki as he walks past you on his way back towards the palace. He is followed closely by a new sentry, a woman this time. You had only met Corporal Glasgow once before, she was fairly new to your company. You wonder why Loki changed guards and for someone with such little experience. Typically members of the royal family were only guarded by soldiers ranked sergeant or higher.

The queen stays at the entrance to the garden and you wait for her as always. She faces away from you, watching the sunset. A part of you wants to ask her if Loki has a message for you but you stay at your post silently.

"You are dismissed for the night, Lieutenant Y/L/N," she says without taking her eyes off the colorful sky.

You bow even though she is not looking and turn to walk back towards the palace. It's odd that she is letting you leave so early, part of your duty is to ensure the queen's safe return to her chambers but you are not permitted to question her orders so you obey.

As you take your first few steps up the path, your heart sinks at the realization that Loki had no words for you this week. Your pace slows slightly, you are in no rush to return to your quarters for another lonely, miserable night.

"Lieutenant Y/L/N," the queen calls and you turn back to face her. "You might want to take a left at the top of the stairs." She turns back towards the sunset without any explanation as to why.

You pause before continuing on, unsure why she would say that. The soldiers quarters could only be reached if you made a right down the hallway once you reached the top of the stairs. Taking a left would lead you further into the palace, a path you no longer needed to take.

You reach the wooden doors and pull them open, taking a step inside, you look up at the staircase in front of you. You climb the stairs, the only sound is your heavy boots against the marble and the clinking of your armor. You pause only for a moment at the top of the stairs, looking down the hall to your right. You already know what's that way, another night laying in your bed wishing with all your might that you could just have a few more minutes with Loki. You decide that can wait while you figure out what the queen was hinting at.

You turn left and move down the hall, it's lined with windows on the garden side and four tall doors mirroring the windows placement on the opposite side. You had been this way more times than you could count when you were Loki's sentry. It is the longest way back towards the royal chambers. He would always take this route back from his walks with his mother since you were unlikely to pass anyone and he could hold your hand or speak to you without worry.

You never wondered what was in these rooms but now you can't help but be curious. Most of them were unoccupied offices you imagine, they were too far from the main part of the palace for anyone of importance to work here. As you pass the third wooden door you hear it open and turn quickly.

Your heart jumps as you stand face to face with Loki. Without thinking, you wrap your arms tightly around him and he does the same.

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yandere-writer-momo · 9 months

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Yandere Baki Short Stories:

Awake

So I decided to make a second part to Wake Up due to all the asks. I combined a few of the asks into this little companion piece too! This is the last part so you guys can use your imagination to decide who she should choose. So leads enjoy!!

Kinda Angsty and there’s nothing adult in this. Just minor yandere behavior and the importance of knowing your self worth

Third part

Yandere Jack x Afab reader x Yandere Hanayama

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What was it with television making that feeling of aha so dramatic? The sky didn’t cry for (your name) as she sobbed her heart out into her pillow. Jack wasn’t going to burst through the door like a shining knight to kiss away her worries and reassure her that he cared about her because he didn’t. At times she wished she could live in a fantasy world where everything was happy, happy, happy but alas, her world was nothing like that.

Jack only agreed to marry her because she bugged him about it. That it would be strange for a woman to travel with a man if they weren’t married. All of this was her own doing because she was so blinded by the love she had for him.

They were only married on paper. There was not a single moment of warmth between them other than the fond childhood memories she held close to her heart. She clung to his empty words of how she has been ‘his good luck charm.’ She truly didn’t feel lucky at all with how neglectful he was to her.

A part of her wished for her old Jack to return to her but she knew deep down, he was dead and gone. There was not an ounce of love or care in the man who would occasionally drop by their shared home. They were merely acquaintances who would say hi to each other every once and awhile.

They’ve never even been intimate before so she couldn’t delude herself into thinking he might have some form of care for her. Jack only did this at her insistence, not out of love but out of obligation. They were childhood friends and nothing more.

(Your name) felt herself grow exhausted as the hours dragged on. She was sure she looked a mess with tear stained cheeks and swollen eyes. It’s not like it mattered. Nothing mattered right now other than succumbing to her desire to sleep.

There was no point in letting herself cry over spilled milk. As much as she wanted to rot in bed and tell the world her woes, it wouldn’t change anything. The reality of Jack not loving her back wouldn’t change and the rose tinted glasses she put over her own eyes was too shattered to create that illusion again.

Tomorrow would be a new day. Tomorrow she would stop. She would stop the one sided conversations with herself and she’d stop going to every tournament and fight.

It was time to put herself first. She needed to love herself again while she reevaluated her marriage. (Your name) knew if she didn’t, she’d fall apart and there wouldn’t be anything that could glue the broken pieces together again.

(Your name) frowned at her reflection. She looked like someone hit her with a car, backed up, and then hit her again. Perhaps a little self care would help?

(Your name) shuffled through the contents of her drawers until she pulled out a face brightening mask. She needed a little brightness in her life that wasn’t the screen of her phone staring back at her as she watched three little dots flicker every once and awhile. She was not going to be putting anymore one sided effort into this tumultuous marriage… it was a dumpster fire she no longer had any interest in salvaging.

(Your name) pressed a kiss to her reflection. A few positive affirmations spilling from her lips.

“You are beautiful. You deserve love. You deserve…” she smiled warmly at her reflection. “Better.”

A few days had gone by and she finally felt a bit more at peace. Her reflection no longer looked as ragged and she was smiling a bit more.

“You are beautiful. You are worthy of love.” She whispered the affirmations to herself with a smile. This was a small step but it was helping her with her confidence. “Fake it till you make it.”

Today she was going to go out into the city and take herself on a date. She felt like she deserved one… one where she was the priority for once.

(Your name) slowly began to paint her face with a smooth foundation with a giggle. She could not remember the last time she’s dolled herself up like this for herself. She needed to be more independent and more confident in herself.

Maybe she’d treat herself to the new cafe down the corner? The place looked like it had some decent caffeinated beverages and some cutesy treats. Maybe she’d get herself some flowers too?

A bouquet of sunflowers and honeysuckle sat on the dining room table as (your name) enjoyed a meal she had made for herself. It’s been about two weeks since she started to put herself first. (And two weeks of her still rejecting Kaoru).

There wasn’t a single message or call from Jack so her recent misadventures must not have any effect on him. This only proved to her how little she truly meant to him…

(Your name) glanced over at the pictures that lined the TV stand and the few on the walls. It was time to close this chapter in her life.

(Your name) rose up from her chair to take down the memories that no longer made her heart flutter. Her fingers gently tracing over the old face of Jack. There was no longer a flutter in her chest when she stared at his hardened expression. The butterflies were dead in her stomach and now she felt… nothing.

She took her time removing each picture before putting them in a cardboard box in the corner of the room. She’d take them out to the dumpster tomorrow first thing.

(Your name) walked over to her purse and pulled out an envelope. She gave a sad smile to the envelope in her hands before setting them by the bouquet of flowers.

Inside the envelope were signed divorce papers. All Jack had to do was sign his name on the dotted lines and they’d no longer have to be around each other… no longer would he be trapped by her. Jack would be able to do whatever he wanted without a bird that chirped constantly on his shoulder.

“Happy birthday to me…” She whispered softly to herself, her fingers slipping off the simple gold band off her ring finger. “And thank you for everything.”

She’d start looking for apartments tomorrow, for now, she’d spend her nights in the room with her heated blanket. The blanket no longer a replacement for Jack, but a feeling of security.

Kaoru felt his breath hitch when he saw (your name) alone at a cafe from his limousine. It’s been the same routine for him for the last two weeks. His dark eyes studied how happy she looked… why was she in such a chipper mood today?

He recently noticed a change in her. One where she wasn’t as cold towards him but also still politely rejected his numerous advances. Kaoru also had seen the wedding pictures of her and Jack were removed from the TV stand yesterday. The few pictures that hung up on her living room walls were also gone from what he could see from the doorway… there was trouble in paradise… and Kaoru knew this was his chance.

Kaoru took in a deep breath before he turned to Kizaki, “I’m going to head out, Kizaki. Can you pick me up in an hour?”

Kizaki sighed from the drivers seat but nodded his head. “Of course boss.”

Kaoru exited the vehicle, his eyes didn’t leave (your name)’s form for even a second. Kaoru wasn’t going to waste this opportunity presented to him.

He would not be deterred from her rejection. Kaoru wanted her and he would have her. No matter what.

(Your name) hid her smile in her mug when a large shadow looked over her. It seems Kaoru had found her.

She turned her head to glance over at the large Yakuza.

“Hello.” She greeted him simply. “And what do I owe the pleasure of being in your presence?”

Kaoru just cracked a small smile at her, the yakuza gesturing to the chair in front of her. “May I sit?”

“You’re asking me like I have a choice? That’s funny.” (Your name) looked Kaoru up and down. “Take a seat.”

Kaoru chuckled and sat in front of her, the scarred man admiring her beauty. “You’re even prettier up close…”

“Always with the flatteries.” (Your name) chuckled as she took a sip of her hot beverage. “So what can I do for you? Or are you simply a moth drawn to my flame?”

Kaoru smirked, an itch stirring in his loins. She’s been a bit feisty as of late and he loved it. He liked that she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind to him. He found it even more attractive.

“So what if I am drawn to your flame?” Kaoru huskily whispered, his eyes wide when he saw the ring was no longer on her finger. That simple band of metal was gone…

(Your name)’s noticed Kaoru’s focus on her hand, the woman smiled at him. “You have quite an observant eye. I filed for divorce.”

Kaoru could hear the sadness in her laugh when she chuckled, his heart ached for her. The yakuza hesitantly taking her hand in his to give it a firm squeeze.

(Your name) gave him a soft smile. “So soon I will be a single woman. Hopefully that doesn’t make the chase boring to you.”

Kaoru’s heart thumped on his chest, a fire ignited in his soul. “No… no it doesn’t.”

(Your name) and Kaoru sat at the table, completely lost in their own world together. Neither one looked away from the other. This was the start of a new chapter… she just hoped she wouldn’t regret this decision.

Jack finally made his way into the home, the blonde grumbled when he smacked his head on the door. He was a lot taller since the last time he’s been here, but hopefully (your name) wouldn’t mind too much.

It’s been strange lately. She hasn’t come to any of his fights nor has she texted him. So he decided to hurry it up and come home to check on her.

Jack slowly made his way into the living room, his eyes narrowed when he noticed the wedding pictures weren’t up. Why were they taken down?

Jack made his way into their room, the room now bare save for the few items of his he left behind a few months ago when he was last here.

“(Your name)?” Jack’s voice quietly rung out throughout the house. But there was no response… why was it so quiet?

Jack began to open all the doors but there was no sign of her. Where was she? She always replied right away to him?

“(Your name)?” Jack went into the kitchen, his eyes wide at the wilted sunflowers and honey suckles on the dining room table. A big white envelope in front of it… but what caught his eye the most was the small gold ring that sat on top of it.

Jack snatched up the ring in shock. (Your name) never took off her ring… never. Had something horrible happened to her? Was she okay?

Jack tore open the envelope, his hands trembled at the contents inside… (your name) wanted a divorce… a divorce?

Jack took a seat at the table, the reality setting in. (Your name) had finally given up on him. She left him… but she had promised to never leave him even though he was difficult.

Jack reached for his phone and dialed her number. The dial tone only built up more distress in him as he waited for her to pick up.

“Hello? This is (Your name).” The giggle on the other end of the line gave him a moment of relief..

“(Your name)? Where are you-“

“I’m not able to reach the phone right now so please leave me a message. I’ll get back to you as soon as possible. Bye bye.” The relief was gone just like she was. Jack could only tremble as he sat at the table.

The blonde rose up from the table. His hands repeatedly dialing her number again. He wouldn’t give up. Jack made his way to the box full of pictures. His fingers fondly traced over her smiling face.

Each call went straight to voicemail now rather than the cute dial tone. Had she blocked him? Why would she do that….

Was there someone else now? Is that why she left?

Jack sighed, he was going to have to find her… and this time. He wouldn’t give her so much freedom.

He thought if he kept her at a distance, it’d keep her safe but he was a fool. The safest place for her was beside him.

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lazyjellyfish300 · 4 months

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DD part 4

Fem reader x Miguel O'Hara who is your Uber Driver

**image from Google search, is not mine**

Synopsis- fem reader drinks too much and the bartender calls a random Uber for her which happens to be Miguel O'Hara himself. Her friends suck and ditch her. There's a lot of tension on the ride home...

TW: MINORS DNI, BLOOD, MODERATE VIOLENCE, ALCOHOL , SUGGESTIVE SEXUAL CONTENT, AGE GAP: READER 26, MIGUEL 34, inspired by the original comic

chapters: Pt 1 ,Pt 2, Pt 3 1 , Pt 3 2 , Part 5

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays y'all! Here's part 4 ⛄🎄❤️🎅🏽 thank you so much to anyone and everyone for reading. Might drop some another Miguel piece later today, we'll see!

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Alchemax, Hudson Valley, NY

A there was a small flick and a tiny crackle that disrupted the eerie silence of the dark lab as Tyler Stone lit a match and ignited a thick cigar. Puffing away thoughtfully, his icy eyes examined his victim, Miguel O'Hara, who lay still on the white tiled floor, presumably dead, his eyes shut and a small red trickle of blood running down his nose. Tyler gave a long exhale.

"Clean this shit up," he ordered to his shorter accomplice, Aaron. Aaron gulped and edged closer to the body, shakily adjusting his thick black rimmed glasses as sweat began to glisten between his eyes, shifting them out of place. Tyler sneered and landed his black Oxford sharply in the middle of Aaron's back, punting him forward til he nearly fell on top of the body Tyler was trying to force him to dispose of.

Aaron grunted and weakly tried to hoist Miguel up, but it was futile. Finally, he seemed to gain a better grip under Miguel's armpits and heaved and strained, dragging him painfully slowly towards the door of the lab. Tyler rolled his eyes at the pitiful display and spun on his heel, eager to head back to his office and execute the rest of his plan. He nearly dropped his cigar when a blood curdling scream came from Aaron and whipped around.

Aaron looked like a small weasel being held in Miguel's grasp while he thrashed his arms pathetically, trying to claw at Miguel's face as Miguel had both hands clamped around his throat, slowly squeezing the life out of the tiny scientist. Tyler's face widened in horror and he grabbed at a handgun under his blazer in a leather holster.

"Damn fucking thing," he muttered under his breath. Miguel's eyes shot over to the struggling executive. Tyler's blue eyes were met with crimson irises. Now, Tyler was a religious man, and he could have sworn he was looking at a demon. No way, you're supposed to be dead.

A small pop erupted from the firearm and then Miguel was on him, beating the ever loving shit out of his face. Tyler swore and cursed then became numb as he ate blow after blow, blood spatter eventually starting to coat his attacker's face. Miguel's teeth gritted harder and harder as he hit, Tyler's arm pinned underneath Miguel's powerful knee. Suddenly, a loud shrill beep interrupted the assault, followed by a harsh chorus of alarms. The fight had triggered the bulding's security systems.

A chill ran up Miguel's spine and his eyes looked frantically at the bloody show below him that was Tyler's face, then at the unconscious weasel Aaron in the corner. Miguel bolted for the door and into the snow. He searched around panicking, trying to figure out an escape, his body charged up with adrenaline. He suddenly became aware of his physical state. He raised his hands in front of his face, horrified at the sight. Small, sharp talons poked out from the tops of his fingers which seemingly retracted slightly when he relaxed them. They were soaked in blood along with the rest of his hand. He kept turning his palms over and over, as though he could find the fake costume piece attached on the back of it, creating the illusion he had talons but there were none. This was real.

What the fuck happened?

Miguel looked down and realized his white button down was also soaked with blood. Shit. He broke out in a cold sweat and heard distant sounds of men pursuing him. An idea came to him and he ripped off the bloodied shirt, leaving it on the ground. He ran towards the trees, now shirtless with just his slacks and dress shoes, not paying attention to his footing and ran off a small ledge, starting to fall 15 feet to the sharp rocks below. Miguel's arms flailed, trying to grab at nothing but air. Instantly, he produced his own life raft. A red, thick band that almost looked electrical in appearance erupted from his forearm, surging directly at the tree on the other side of the ledge when it stuck, catching him mid-fall, the speed and forces at which he was plummeting to the ground suddenly being interrupted and shook his whole body with a violent jolt. Miguel yelled and squeezed his eyes shut, expecting a painful landing, then fluttered his eyes open and gazed in utter disbelief at what he was witnessing. What is this? I can shoot... ropes? He hung in the air for a moment, bewildered.

The sounds in the distance grew louder and Miguel knew this was no time to pause and ask questions. He swung himself, gaining momentum, kicking his legs so he swung higher and higher until he hovered over the other side. He let go, the red web breaking and he resumed his escape. He noticed that running was surprisingly easy. He was in excellent shape beforehand but something felt different about his body. He could exert himself and not be out of breath, He could easily overpower Tyler Stone, a man of similar build and strength as him despite Miguel being 6 inches taller. He had these...claws and red webbing he could swing from? Miguel continued running, and thought he'd try and see if he could shoot another red rope. He looked up and aimed for the top of a large pine tree a great distance away, 100 feet in the air.

Immediately, another red web shot out from his forearm, sticking to the target and he was being catapulted to the top of the pine. Miguel's breath stalled in his throat as the cold air nipped at his face, the entire landscape of Hudson Valley coming into view as he ascended to the top. Miguel took a moment to drink in the sight.

This was a view only a normal person could dare to dream of. The fading autumn colors of the forest melting away under a thin blanket of snow that had begun to fall gently that morning. No sounds to be heard from the hibernating wildlife except for the occasional whir from the road from a passing vehicle. His breath hung in the air with condensed puffs.

He thought deeply and tried to recall the moments before the paralyzing pain took over his body. There he was, starting the machine...an image of a spider flashed across the screen. No, that can't be right? A spider, seriously? Miguel suddenly became aware of a weird sensation in his mouth, almost like it was full, pushing against his top lip. He ran his tongue along his teeth then hissed in pain at a sudden prick. He brought his hand to his mouth, trying to search for the intrusion when he felt an sharp canine in the front. This wasn't a normal tooth, it was much sharper than that. Miguel's body filled with a sense of dread. That machine turned him into a freak... he'd never be able to live a normal life again.

Anger surged through his body and he planted a fist into the trunk of the tree on the top of which he stood. The tree shook violently, threatening the stability of his perch. He froze, suddenly humbled by the reaction. He felt himself start to hyperventilate and he tried to soothe his panic attack with internal dialogue. Breathe, breathe... he needed to get out of there and figure out the extent of these deformities, and possibly hide from the authorities if his plan of leaving his bloody shirt behind as his presumed demise didn't work. He looked for a new tree and aimed his forearm at it. Another web shot free and he catapulted to it, and to the next, and to the next, making the long journey back to the city.

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Your apartment, Brooklyn, NYC

It was now Saturday afternoon. You hadn't moved from your spot on the couch except to go to the bathroom over the last 20 hours you were supposed to hear from Miguel. You had hopes that you two would have shared the morning together. Not even had sex (although you had zero objections if you did), but spent all night holding each other under thick blankets, bodies intertwined, trading warmth, his heartbeat the lullaby that brought you to sleep. Now it was almost 4 pm and no word still from Miguel. At this point, you didn't know what to think. Something awful must have happened. You glanced in the bathroom mirror, your eyes still puffy from all your tears the night before. You took a deep sigh, slowly trying to detach yourself from the weight of your feelings tethering itself to Miguel, sinking deeper and deeper into the thought of him. There was so much that you wanted to do, and still hadn't done. Now you'd never know the outcome. He said he wouldn't hurt you but the ache in your chest and the dread that filled the gaps in your mind told a different story. You laid back in your depression heap on the couch, scrolling for something different to watch.

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Alchemax, Hudson Valley NY

Tyler winced and smacked the hand away of his short secretary who was trying to stitch a gash above his right eyebrow, courtesy of Miguel's new talons. She let out a painful squeak and Tyler's focus shifted to the two large men who had Aaron in their grasp. Tyler gave a curt nod and the large man on the right's fist connected with Aaron's stomach. Aaron let out an agonized grunt, wheezing and keeling over into a gasping mess on the floor. The other man gave up his grip as well, letting the short man writhe around as he processed the blow.

Tyler's expression was still stoic, both eyes dark purple from his own beating, several small lacerations adorned his face and his once perfect nose was now skewed to the right, obviously broken. He lit another cigar, a redo from earlier.

"So...you lied to me and said the machine's code would kill him, when in fact you weren't completely certain what it would do?"

Aaron finally managed to balance on all fours, a hand clutching his stomach. He sputtered, "I-ack-never said that-ughfggh!"

Spit ran from his mouth and his eyes watered incessantly as the other man's fist connected with his right cheek, his skin turning bright red upon contact.

"I know damn well what you said." Tyler answered, puffing away on his cigar while his secretary resumed stitching his face, her hands shaking. "For FUCK'S SAKE," he smacked her hand once again and she backed off with a whimper as he stood up, walking to the large glass window behind where Aaron was laying.

Aaron rolled over, eyes shut, the underarms of his plaid buttondown beginning to stain with sweat, a grimace on his face. Finally, he answered. "His-urgh, DNA was spliced...urghhh...it killed all the lab rats we've done it on, I -urgh.. thought it would've done the job..."

Tyler shot an annoyed look at him. "Spliced with what?"

Aaron's response was more groans.

"Spliced with WHAT, jackass?!" Tyler was standing over him now, a scary shadow hanging over its prey, threatening to devour him whole.

Aaron whimpered. "I just took whatever animal DNA sample that was accessed last and put it in..."

Tyler scowled. "You're fucking useless!" He sat back down at his desk and barked at his terrified secretary he fired from her nursing duties. "Bring me the logs for Machine A-2099 in sector 8," he hissed. With a nod she quickly ran out of the office before angering him further.

Tyler let out a deep groan. Everyone on his team was a complete idiot. His whole plan got shot to hell and there was a mutant superhuman on the loose with spliced DNA who probably would come back for revenge. Tyler extinguished his cigar and poured a glass of bourbon instead, turning on the flat screen TV that hung in the corner of his office.

Headlines about the alleged incident at Alchemax stained the front of the screen: "SCIENTIST AT ALCHEMAX BREAKS INTO RAPTURE SUPPLY, ASSAULTS 2, SUSPECT MISSING, NOW PRESUMED DEAD". In the background was shots of law enforcement personnel scouring the forest for signs of the attacker, with one of them holding up a bloodied white button down shirt.

"What the fuck..." Tyler's eyes narrowed at the screen, confused. If he was dead, great, he wouldn't have to get his hands dirty again trying to hunt down Miguel, but now he had to watch his own back and hope that law enforcement wouldn't figure out what really happened and keep the spotlight on Miguel as the disgraced scientist who couldn't resist the allure of Rapture and assaulted him and Aaron who got in his way.

The secretary knocked gently and half-jogged into the office, carrying the logs Tyler requested. Tyler yanked the papers from her and she retreated back to safety in the corner. Tyler's eyes scanned, straining to read the small print under his bulging bruised eyes.

"MACHINE A-2099 LAST SAMPLE ACCESSED AT 20:30 HOURS: SPIDER"

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Brooklyn, NYC about 7 pm

Miguel swung until he came to the edge of the forest, where the Narrows stood, the black water sitting frigid in the night. He looked up and the lights from the Verrazano bridge shepherded the bustling Brooklyn traffic. He was still shirtless except for his black khakis, the stains from his, Tyler's, and Aaron's bloods began to brown and crust. He was a complete mess. He couldn't go back to Manhattan and face his mother, brother, and Gabi like this. Conchata would pelt him with a million questions an hour then possibly have a brain aneurysm and faint, Gabi would probably cry, upset that her papa never came home and was worried sick, and Gabe would just stand there, no thoughts behind his cute brown eyes and Labrador Retriever demeanor, maybe just a "Dayummm bro, what'd you get into now?" Then an "Oh, shit!" as he tended to Conchata after she collapsed from worry.

Miguel would call them first and explain everything, especially because now all three of them probably had a target on their back, including you for being associated with him. He decided he'd take his chances and beg your forgiveness for missing your second date together: the long awaited movie date where you'd show him Hunger Games and eat your favorite snacks.

Maybe he'd even had told you he was falling for you and you two would've shared your first steamy makeout session on your couch. All the pent up frustration and lust he stored and buried deep in his bones for you that traced back to the first night he drove you home as a mere stranger , finally released on your body as he covered it in kisses, not letting one inch of you go untouched while you sighed his name in his ear.

Every time you did, it would make him groan louder until the couch wasn't enough and he'd take you in your bed for the first time. The physical manifestation of your feelings for one another finally coming true in a heated, glorious, sexy, passionate fuck that would last all night and go multiple rounds and maybe even reignite in the morning.

Damn....

He had a lot to do in not very much time. He swung himself to the underside of the bridge, using his talons to hold him in place as he made haste towards your apartment, his heart racing in his chest. He was getting the hold of his new powers already.

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Your apartment, Brooklyn NYC

You laid in your depression nest on the couch still, not budging all day, your hair in a messy bird's nest of a bun on top of your head. A rerun of Jersey Shore was on the TV and you watched it with a poker face as Snooki and Angelina began to fight in Miami. A quizzical look appeared on your face when you heard a soft knock at your door. Now, you were a single woman living in New York, you simply didn't answer the door at all unless someone clearly expressed they were coming over in advance. A feeling in your gut told you that this might be someone you knew. You stood up, using your blanket as a cape.

"Who is it?" You asked through your Ring app. Your heart stopped in your chest when you heard that familiar, deep, voice that dripped like honey.

"It's Miguel..."

You shot up and ran to your door, ripping it open and there he was, 6'9, those dreamy...crimson eyes....? And...shirtless? Worry and sorrow stained his handsome face and scratches and wear and tear from the bitter cold hung on his brown skin. He stared at you, out of breath, pleading like a lost puppy in the cold.

"Please...."

🖤

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Part 5 coming soon!

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#Spotify #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel atsv #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara #fanfic #across the spiderverse

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staruie · 7 months

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SPOILERS for jjk 236

the afterlife section was insane n almost reads like it was written by a doujin author

i think this is the first time we ever see some semblance of regret from geto’s perspective and it makes it so much more bittersweet when considering that it’s almost certainly just an illusion or a figment of gojo’s imagination as he lays dying.

the FIRST thing he thinks about in his last breath is to imagine a geto who was regretful, while in canon he never showed that at all…saying “no matter what, i hate monkeys” and “in a world like this, i cant laugh from my heart” to his best friend AS HE BLEEDS OUT..at least say something nice damn

geto was so afraid of regretting his decision that he made sure there was no chance he could ever go back to his old life again, cutting ties with the home he once found in jujutsu society to create a new home for himself

in that way, i think geto is very future-oriented compared to gojo being constantly stuck in the past; geto was 100% dedicated to his revolution which was (as with most revolutions) all about seeking a new future because the state of the present was unacceptable

gojo on the other hand stuck with the existing system, and we’re shown over and over again how he cannot help but linger on the past. gojo’s present tense “My best friend, the only one I have” to geto’s future tense “He was my best friend.” gojo who didnt dispose of the body. gojo who made that face when seeing kenjaku. gojo who teleported immediately to kenjaku after being unboxed... his narrative has been very focused on his lingering attachment to the past and his refusal to let go; even his choice in becoming a teacher was influenced by his wish of preventing the past from happening again

back to the recent chapter, gojo imagining a life where geto is there to cheer him on and saying that’s the only way he could be completely satisfied??? hello 😭😭😭 the fact that geto is in his gojokesa and not a teacher uniform makes me rip my skin off he really thought abt how things could’ve been with geto and regretted how things turned out so much ahhhhh

imagining geto crying too, the “…….ha ha” I FEEL HOMICIDAL . gojo (presumably) one sidedly wanted geto to feel regret while geto continued to push forward

well its still likely that geto was regretful in some way, hes very repressive about his emotions and never fully expressed how he feels to other characters (which is what led to his downward spiral in the first place) so perhaps he did carry regret that he refuses to think about. but one thing for sure is that he absolutely valued principle and acting with “meaning” over the bond he forged with gojo, and i think he felt so cornered by the system that gojo too became a threat to him. while for gojo, his bond with geto was everything to him and completely changed the course of his life. if he never met gojo, he would be more similar to the child gojo, someone emotionless and brutal who followed his old morality

gojo’s perspective on everything is just… my head hurts aggh…..

#jfc i needed to record my thoughts #jjk 236 #jjk #stsg #satosugu #jujutsu kaisen #text post #gojo satoru #and i seriously cannot believe we got a new satosugu lore drop in 2023!!!!!!#A WIN IS A WIN!!!! (gojo is fucking dead)#they share a death anniversary ha #well I’m still clinging to hope that gojo will come back🥲#im not much of a writer #so this is very inarticulate LOL

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ladyzayismultifandom · 7 months

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King of Second Chances

DomesticAvengers!Loki x Reader

Genre/Rating: tooth-rotting fluff with best friends to lovers

Description: Contrary to popular belief, Loki does have friends... just not on Asgard. Or Midgard. Except one.

After the battle of New York, Frigga managed to convince Odin one last time to have mercy on his adoptive son Loki who recently found that out in his defense but in no way can explain his revenge hostile attempted takeover of Midgard aka Earth. Odin decided that if some time on Earth managed to teach Thor the lesson he needed to learn to be worthy of the hammer, then Earth should be able to do the same for Loki.

So until he proves that he's not the evil ego-maniac that's co-dependent on the lie his father told him about being destined for greatness when he was a peace offer child, Loki is to stay on Earth.

Specifically in Avengers Tower under close surveillance.

None of the team especially Clint and Natasha wanted him there but they couldn't trust him living on his own with some of his magic still intact. So down the hall from Thor's room soon became Loki's room and they all lived happily ever after. Sort of

"Loki did you eat my Poptarts?"

"And why would I eat those disgusting sugar-coated sandwiches?'

"Because you know I like them?"

"Out" Thor suddenly falls through a hole Loki created sending him back to his room.

Loki looked up at the vents to make sure Clint wasn't in them before relaxing back in his bed with the book before he was once again interrupted by a knock on his door. He rolls his eyes begrudgingly before swinging the door open with a wave of his hand.

"Hey, Loki..."

"Yes, Y/N," Loki says not caring to lift his head away from his book.

"Can I hide my pop tarts in here? Thor keeps eating them."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because I know you don't like them so Thor won't look for them here." Unable to argue with that, Loki shrugged.

"Very well. Hide them here"

"Yes!" you jumped onto his bed and hugged him tightly to you shocking the magical entity to his core.

"Thank you, Loki," you shock him again by giving him a light kiss on the cheek.

".... You're welcome"

This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Two years has gone by since then and while Loki is still not welcome back in Asgard he has regained almost all of his magical abilities, has been caught trying to go back twice, and with Frigga's help made his room in Avengers tower look almost identical to his chambers in the palace. One would say that he's gotten comfortable on Earth.

Loki still hides your Pop-Tarts in his room and several other things you don't want the team to see despite your room being one floor below his. The only ones who dare go in his room are you and sometimes Thor but he uses an illusion spell to make your stuff look like his so there is no suspense. You could have asked him to do that for your room but having some of your things in his room gives you the excuse to see him and everybody knows that. Except Loki of course.

After another successful mission with Natasha and her sister that she never mentioned until now you were back in Avengers Tower and you couldn't wait to tell your bestie all about it.

"LOKI!!!!" You burst through his door to find a towel around his waist and hair. His chest still had some water dripping down to a place that you didn't realize you'd want to see until now. Shit you're staring

"Um, I'll come back" You quickly closed the door and headed straight to the elevator. If anyone saw how you repeatedly pushed the close doors button they'd think you insane. You quickly went into your own room and let out the breath you had been holding only to open your eyes to-

"You know you were much cuter when you were afraid to knock on my door." You jumped holding your hand to your chest wishing your heart could just calm down but the man you just ran away from clearly transported to your room.

"I see you gained more of your magic back."

"One of my favorite tricks." Loki held up a bag of sweets. He patted the spot next to him on your bed and it was like you never left. You happily jumped into his arms. Let the celebration begin.

“So Agent Romanoff wasn’t alone before Barton came around. Interesting. Hit me” He opened his mouth and you gave him another caramel candy. Something you like to do when debriefing your missions with him is to eat sweets and comb his hair. He’ll never admit it but hearing your voice with your hands massaging his scalp made him feel like a King.

“I know right?! I can’t believe she’s been hiding that from us this whole time. I thought we’d run out of secrets in Avengers Tower by now. What about you?”

“Mm that feels nice” he whispered to himself not paying attention. You took a curl of his and wrapped it around your finger before yanking harder than usual.

“Ow!” He looked up at you

“Now that I have your attention what did you do while I was gone?” You held up your brush threateningly at him. Chuckling he laid his head back down in your lap closing his eyes without any sign of fear.

“I read, painted, slept, squabbled with my oaf of a brother, the usual.”

“Do you ever think the two of you will be as close as you were back then?”

“I’m not sure. I did try to kill him after all but he does try. I’ll give him that.”

“You tried to kill me too” You mumbled

“You’re different.”

“How different?” You continue brushing his hair slowly. Like a cat he purrs.

“You are… kind in a way that’s admirable and naive yet you hunt people for a living. It’s confusing.” You gently take his head in your hands staring right into his emerald green eyes.

“Are you saying I should consider a new career path?”

“I’m saying you are the most dangerous being in the nine realms.” He whispered.

“And your best friend” You whispered back coming a little closer.

“My only friend” The two of you smile at each other.

“Jarvis please tell me you got that” The two of you sat up quickly embarrassed that you’d been caught by Tony in what would look like two lovers staring into each others eyes even though you were nothing more than friends. Right? Without a thought you chased Tony all around the tower with your brush desperately trying to get that footage of the two of you.

Unsure of when it started Loki realized that the beautiful friendship that once was had blossomed into something else entirely. He was bound to mess it up but he knew you’d give him a second chance. He is the king of those after all and you are worth all the chances he can get.

A/N: Happy Loki day! I was supposed to post this the other day but I didn’t know what I wanted to write yet. Thanks for your patience. There’s more to come!

#ladyzay #ladyzaymasterlist #15daysoffluff #loki #domestic avengers #loki x reader #tom hiddleston

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