#fluffy ending

[vintagegirl01]

Inner Healing

Marc Spector x fem! reader (Steven and Jake are mentioned briefly)

Summary: In the heat of a moment, Marc raises his voice at you. This leads you to get hurt but not for the reason that Marc is thinking.

Warning(s): angst that ends in fluff/comfort.

Marc had a stressful day. Between arguments with Khonshu and the back and forth conversations of his two headmates, he feels as if he’s barely hanging on by a thread.

Currently, the two of you are having dinner together. You’re telling him a story about something that happened to you at work during a zoom meeting. Although, you start to take note of Marc’s zoned out expression on his face. Something that happens when he has a lot on his mind.

Taking this into account, you decide to bring up your concerns to him.

“Marc, are you okay? You haven’t been talking much tonight.”

He nods.

“Are you sure?” You try reassuring him, taking his hand in yours. “I'm here for you, you know?

Your voice starts to get lost with the other voices in his head. Though he’s trying to hold it together, he can no longer keep it in.

“I said I’m fine!!! Now stop nagging and leave me alone!!!”

As soon as he sees that shocked look on your face, regret is instantaneous. As he is about to open his mouth to try to apologize, your reaction is what catches him off guard.

Rather than yell back at him, you nod and take you hand away from his own. “Okay.”

The rest of dinner is eaten in silence as he sees you keep your focus on your plate rather than look him in the eyes.

_________________________________________

As Marc lays in bed, he begins to wonder about the events that happened tonight.

Why did I have to yell at her? She was only trying to help and I made her feel terrible.

“That's what I’m wondering”, responds Steven.

Jake murmurs “Tu es un idiota” as well as a few other phrases that Marc cannot fully understand but gets the gist of what is being emphasized. That he was a jerk to the woman who loves him so much, despite his faults.

As Steven and Jake go on with their reprimanding, Marc is trying to figure out what the next step is. Though he knows he needs to apologize, he isn’t sure how to when the woman he loves won’t even acknowledge him.

Just then, Marc sees you walk into your shared bedroom. Though he’s initially happy to see you, he is shocked to see you grab a pillow and blanket and decides to break the silence between you.

“What are you doing”?

“I’m getting ready for bed.” You say without looking at him.

“Away from me?”

“I figured…after what happened tonight, you want space.”

“Babe, please…”

“It’s fine, you don’t need to explain. I’m sorry…”

“I’m the one that should be apologizing. I yelled at you when you were only trying to help.”

“But you wouldn’t have yelled if you weren’t upset with me.”

“Babe, where is this coming from?”

Though you are reluctant, you decide to bring up your thoughts.

“Growing up, my dad used to yell when he got angry. Sometimes even yelling at me for no reason. Though his feelings were never truly directed at me, I couldn’t help but feel that I had something to do with it. Therefore, I figured that if you yelled at me, it must mean I made you…”

Despite being unable to finish, Marc brought you in for a hug. He now understands. You were upset because you thought you were the cause for his anger. But that could be further from the truth.

It was actually you that made him happy. Something that, since Randall's death, he had not felt. He felt whole again because of you.

Yes, despite how absurd it was for him to say it, you were able to give the impression that the man with DID wasn't broken. For they all loved you back just as much as you loved them all. So that he knows how much you mean to him, even if he has to spend the rest of the night cuddling with you and whispering sweet nothings, he will. Because it is what he intends to do for the remainder of your lives together, as well as tonight.

#marc spector #marc spector x reader #oscar issac hernandez estrada #oscar issac characters #oscar issac x reader #oscar isaac #moon knight 2022 #moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #angst #fluffy ending #cuddles #moon knight fanfic #moon knight system

[sandy-the-glader]

Hi I've never really done a request before so I'm not entirely sure I'm doing it right but I love your Adrian Chase work and I was wondering if you could do Vigilante x assassin reader. Like reader is secretly a current or former member of the league of assassin's and how would Adrian react to finding this out

Secrets

Character: Adrian Chase x ExAssasinFem!Reader

(Little bit of fanon Adrian tbh)

Type: Angst with some fluff at the end.

Length: 1.4k words

Summary: Adrian is going through a box of your guy's old stuff and comes across your old assassin suit. He asks about you and your past with crime and he just has one question. Why?

Trope: Established Relationship

A/N: Honestly you guys can make a request however you want and this was perfect. I'm a people pleaser so whatever works for you guys anyway I hope you like a one-shot more on the angsty side :) Ps I'm going to be taking a small break from requests (there are only two I've gotten) and finishing a few George Karim one-shots I started a while ago but have gotten caught up in requests since.

Adrian gripped the suit tightly in his large hands. What? He recognized the design and symbol almost immediately. His eyebrows knit together and with every passing second, he was more and more confused.

His sweet loving and caring girlfriend couldn't have been one of the most well-known assassins. One who he has tried to hunt down himself many times but every single time coming up short-handed. Someone he really used to hate until she disappeared for the better (that was his thoughts anyway) and was rarely mentioned again.

He had the day off and was just wanting to go through some old stuff and make space for other things he and his girlfriend needed to store away.

He really couldn't believe it though. You were always so positive and optimistic about everything he would have assumed murder would be the last thing you thought about. You honestly could say the same thing about him though.

He felt almost betrayed that you never brought this up in any conversation. Did you know who he was? How did you even feel dating a hero? He told you who he truly was a few weeks into dating so you would know what you were getting yourself into and you said it was fine you even loved the idea. The truth was that you felt protected from your past when you were with him but he had no way of knowing that.

The longer he held on to the suit the more he wondered. Was there more he didn't know about? Do you still do this in your free time?

He continued to dig through the box of your old things. Mask, weapons, more clothing, it was all there. All the proof he could need to confront you.

He stood from the spot he had been kneeling on the floor and took a large inhale. He needed a minute to really think about and understand what was going on.

-

Once you got home Adrian set your suit on the bed and walked to the door to finally get some answers he had been craving for all day. The door made small clicking sounds as you unlocked the door. Finally, the door swung open revealing a tired and smiling Y/n.

"Hi Adrian!" You smiled, hugging him as soon as you stepped through the doorway. He slowly wrapped his long arms around you and greeted you with a quiet voice. "Man, I am tired." You said.

He was nervous. He didn't want to break up with you at all but he was confused about how and why you would get into any of this stuff. He had to snap himself out of his thoughts because he had realized you pulled away and now were explaining your mess of a day.

"- and she got me all these papers really late but they had to be in like a week ago." You explained setting your bag down on the couch and slipping your shoes off by the entrance.

"Hey baby?" He spoke nervously.

"Yeah honey, what's up?" you smiled looking up at her Adrian. His face is slightly pale and his eyes are wide. "Are you okay?" Your face softened as you inched closer to him. He stumbled back slightly and you were confused. Did I do something to him? You wondered scanning his facial features, trying to gather any information you possibly could.

You were good at reading people and you could obviously tell something had shocked him. You waited for Adrian's response. His eyes flickered throughout the room everything but your eyes.

"Adrian, what's wrong?" You questioned scared and concerned. You had rarely seen him like this before.

"Um yeah, I just have a question." He nodded trailing off to their shared bedroom. You shuffled through question after question in your head like Adrian had been doing all day. You slowly followed your boyfriend into their room and there you finally noticed your old suit. Everything came flooding back. You had no words at the moment. All of your thoughts had escaped and your head ran empty.

"Where did you find this?" You finally said swallowing thickly. You stared at Adrian with fear. Fear that you thought you had escaped a couple years ago.

"What is this?" He asked even though he knew very well what this piece of fabric meant. You sat next to the fabric and just looked at your hands that were placed in your lap. "Y/n." He said firmly but you could hear something else in his voice.

Fear.

"What is this?" He repeated with a shaky voice.

"I..." You tried to collect your thoughts. You didn't want him to be afraid of you. That's why you liked dating him. He liked you for who she had become not who you used to be. He was kind and showed patience with you and you could never repay him for that.

"I need you to explain. Is this why you never talk about anything from your past?" He spoke now with a firey tone. You looked up and saw his eyes shining with tears beneath his glasses. This is all because of me That thought alone made the truth fall from your lips.

"I used to be a villain." You said. "Obviously." Adrian sat down wanting to hear more of your words.

"Why?" Was the only word that left his lips.

"It was a very low point in my life. I was forced into it since I was a teen and I couldn't stop it. Until I ran away to Evergreen. I was forced into so many painful crimes." You didn't want to talk about this or even remember it for that matter but Adrian deserved to know. He opened up about his past and told you he was a damn superhero. "When I ran away to Evergreen it was to escape far away from those people who tried to make me someone I'm not. Never once did I want to hurt those innocent people. I've tried to forgive myself for what I did each day at a time but I've seen some things no one in a lifetime has seen." You suffered every day from those horrible memories.

"Did you know of me?" Adrian asked softly.

"Vigilante? Yes. Adrian Chase? No."

"Did me telling you that I was Vigilante change anything about our relationship?" His voice trembled. You couldn't blame him.

"No. I loved- no I love you for who you are. When I first met you at Fennel Feilds it was like a beam of hope shined down in my life finally and that was you. Your silly quirks and beautiful personality seemed to make my life better than it ever had been. You made me have something worth living and I really don't want to lose you, Adrian." You let a couple of tears drip down your cheeks but quickly wiped them away because in your head you shouldn't be the one crying about this it should be Adrian. Sure it was a tough patch in your life but you had kept this from Adrian since you met.

"Why didn't you ever tell me this?" He spoke softly.

"I didn't want you to think any less of me." You held the suit in your hands and stared at it. "Finding out that you were a superhero that was after the villain who was me was scary. I love the way you see me. And I don't want you to think of me any differently but I understand that this must change something."

"I mean..." He trailed off. "I just wish you told me sooner. Y/n believe me I love you. I want to spend every moment with you and like that's a lot for me." Adrian showing his dork side again made a smile break out onto your face. "And since you are my girlfriend I might be able to let those things go. You said yourself you were forced into such awful things at a young age and no one should ever have to go through that. And It's not like you're doing any of this activity now right?" He questioned to make sure.

"No of course not."

"Good." He scooted closer to you and hugged you tightly. "I'm sorry you went through that though. You can go over it some other time but I can tell you need dinner."

"Thank you, Adrian. You know I was a little scared you might kill me." You admitted.

"Oh if I was only talking to you and not dating you I would have." He said bluntly.

"Oh my god." You chuckled.

"What? It's true and you know it is!" You shook your head and he looked at you lovingly and proud that you had the courage to share some things from your past. "Now come on I'm starving." He whined.

#adrian chase #vigilante #adrian chase x reader #angst #freddie stroma x reader #freddie stroma #x reader #fluffy ending #peacemaker #vigilante x you #vigilante x reader

[my-moony-and-padfoot]

Happy birthday, moons

Word count: 1 800

I am incapable of writing happy things, so some birthday angst for you people, the end is very happy tho

The windows rattled loudly, rousing him from the light slumber he had fallen to. Once again reminding him of the darkness of his bedroom, nails scraping against the window, then the glass broke and someone climbed in. Remus opened his eyes, trying to calm his breathing. Just a dream, he reminded himself, it was nothing but a stupid memory. He looked around, though could barely see, the curtains were closed around their bed, and it was dark apart from the small sliver of moonlight he could see.

“ ‘s just the wind, Re.” Sirius mumbled sleepily, pulling him out of his thoughts for a moment. Sirius tightened the arm that was draped over his waist, face burrowing more into the back of his neck to fall back asleep, and provide at least some comfort. Remus nodded, holding his hand over Sirius', lacing their fingers together from the top.

He knew it was just the wind. He knew that. But he couldn't help thinking what if? What if something happened while he was sleeping? Happened before why wouldn't it happen again? Remus closed his eyes, trying to block away the sound, but it just got louder and louder as the minutes passed, bringing tears to his eyes.

He heard the sheets rustle as Sirius shifted behind him, Remus hoped he was moving only to get more comfortable so he could fall back to sleep. But soon he felt Sirius' chin rest on his shoulder, meaning he had woken up properly, which only made Remus feel worse. “What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, voice thick with sleep, but he sounded worried.

“Nothing.” He whispered, voice weak and quiet, wavering with tears. “You can sleep.”

“You're not.” He said. “I don't want you to be awake all alone, especially if you're upset.”

“M’not upset.”

“Okay, love.” Sirius whispered. “Look at me?” Remus turned to lay on his back so he could look at him, Sirius was laying on his side, propping himself up on his elbow. “What's wrong rem?”

“It's loud.”

“What is?” He asked, watching as Remus glanced at the window, or where it was behind the curtains. “The wind?” He asked after a moment, and Remus nodded. “Did that wake you up?”

“Never slept.”

Sirius frowned, brushing Remus' hair back. “If you can't sleep, you can wake me up, y'know. I don't mind being awake.” He whispered. “Not if it's for you.” he smiled then, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

“Mm, but you've got quidditch in the mornin’” he mumbled. “Against Slytherin in a week, Sirius. You should sleep.”

“Slytherins are easy.” He grinned. “It's just one practice anyway. But, I still don't mind. I don't want you to be awake all alone.”

“But-”

Sirius just shook his head. “Wanna talk about it?” He asked then, continuing to play with Remus' hair, hoping it would somehow make him feel better.

“Talk about what?” Remus asked quietly, looking away again. “Nothing to talk about.”

“Why can't you sleep?” He whispered softly. “Why's the wind bothering you so much, usually doesn't love.”

“Just memories.” He said. “It's nothing.”

“It's not.” He said. “If it upsets you, it's not nothing. I wanna hear, baby. If you wanna talk, I want to listen, I wanna help you.”

“It's my birthday tomorrow.” He whispered, turning to look at Sirius, who had laid down on his side, head resting on the pillow. Sirius nodded, taking Remus' hand, prompting him to continue. “Then it's um- 12 years since I-.” He trailed off, looking at Sirius with tears in his eyes, who just reached to wipe away the single tear that fell. “I was five.”

“What happened?” Sirius asked quietly, He had never heard the boy talk about this, he had briefly mentioned that night all those years ago, but after that, he had never talked about it. He could only imagine how much the memory bothered him, especially now.

“I-it was a night like this. All windy and rainy, it kept waking me up. An' I was so excited for my birthday then that I just couldn't sleep.” Remus said, voice wavering with tears, he played with Sirius' fingers, and he let him, it was a comfort habit of his. “He came through m-my window. It woke me up and- I was fucking five. It's not fair.”

“I know.” Sirius whispered, pulling him into a hug, holding him close as Remus cried, face hidden into the crook of his neck. “But it's not your fault, Rem.” He said, rubbing his back gently. “You've done nothing wrong. Nothing to deserve this, baby. Absolutely nothing.”

“I-i know.”

“That's good.” He whispered softly. “I'm sorry that happened to you, so sorry.” Remus just nodded, pressing himself closer to Sirius, who just held him tighter in return. It took a while until he calmed down, but Sirius just stayed there, whispering gentle words and trying to comfort him the best he could.

“I'm sorry.” He whispered, looking at Sirius, who just shook his head, cupping his cheek and wiping his eyes with his thumb.

“Don't say sorry. It's not your fault, love.” He said, leaning down to kiss his nose, getting a small smile out of Remus. “I can put on a silencing charm, would that help you sleep? We can light a candle too so it's not so dark.”

Remus just nodded, wiping his eyes as Sirius sat up, reaching for his wand from his bedside table, casting a simple spell before quickly lighting up the candle on the bedside table. Then he laid back down, smiling as Remus rested his head on his chest, he just pulled the blanket over them, wrapping his arms around him.

“I love you.” Sirius whispered into his hair, kissing his head.

“I love you too.”

“I promise you'll have a nice birthday tomorrow. You're gonna get so much chocolate love.” Remus laughed, hiding his face more into Sirius' chest, who laughed as well. “I'm gonna steal all your chocolate frog cards.”

“Oh no, how horrible.” He said, lifting his head to look at Sirius. “Like I wasn't going to give them to you anyway?”

“You always do.”

“It's because I love you.” Remus smiled, leaning up to give him a kiss before laying his head back down. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, sleep well, baby.” Sirius whispered, rubbing his back, and starting to play with his hair. It took some time until Remus finally fell asleep, but Sirius didn't mind, he just stayed there talking to him something dumb about quidditch since he knew it helped him fall asleep. But when he felt Remus' breathing evening out, soft little snores escaping from him, Sirius blew out the candle, letting himself drift off as well.

…

“Moony.” Sirius whispered softly, caressing his cheek to wake him up. He kissed Remus' nose, smiling as he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes looking golden in the morning sunlight. “Good morning.”

“Mornin'.” He rasped, voice still thick with sleep, smiling slightly as he looked up at his boyfriend, who looked far too happy. His hair was still slightly wet from the shower he had probably taken after their morning practice, though he was dressed in pyjamas and one of Remus' jumpers. He wasn't sure how long he had been back already. “What's the time?”

“Just over nine.” Remus nodded, stretching out as best as he could. “Feeling better?” He asked, he nodded again, smiling as Sirius leaned down to give him a kiss. “Happy birthday, love.” He whispered against his lips. “You're fucking ancient now.”

“You're older.”

Sirius just grinned, giving him another kiss before sitting up. “I've got you something.” He said, getting up from bed to go fetch something. Remus sat up in bed, leaning against the headboard, smiling as Sirius came back, sitting down next to him. He handed Remus a gift that looked like it had been wrapped by a five-year-old.

“Wrapped it yourself, did you?” Remus asked, smiling as he looked down at the gift, Sirius just rolled his eyes.

“Open it, rem.”

“Calm down.” he said, trying to be careful with the wrapping paper as he opened it. Inside, there was a book, a chocolate bar and three bookmarks, clearly made by Sirius. One had pictures of them on it, the other had book titles written all over it in Sirius' cursive handwriting, and the last one had pressed flowers on it. He looked up, smiling at Sirius, who looked nervous. “Thank you.” He whispered, Sirius smiled, seeming more at ease.

“Do you like it?” Remus nodded. “That's good. Lils helped me with the flowers and James lent me some photos from his album.” He rambled nervously. “I hope you like the book though, Effie said it's good.”

Remus turned the book over, reading the description. It was from one of his favorite muggle authors, the first part to a series he didn't have yet. “Sounds really good. Thank you, love, really. I like it.”

Sirius smiled, shifting slightly so he could give him a kiss. “I love you, moons.” He whispered, looking up at him. “So much.”

“I love you too.” Remus whispered, resting his forehead against Sirius'. “Thank you.” he said, closing his eyes for a moment, looking at Sirius when he leaned back.

“Let's go get breakfast, birthday boy.” Remus rolled his eyes, but let himself be pulled up from bed by Sirius.

“Are you gonna call me that the whole day?”

“Absolutely.”

A/N:

Hi :)

I did not properly proof read this so it is what it is okay? I hope you liked it anyway

<3

#sirius black #remus lupin #sirius orion black #remus john lupin #marauders #marauders era #wolfstar #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #fluff #wolfstar angst #angst #fluff and angst #fluffy ending #werewolf

[miscellaneous-obsession]

Simple Things

Truly I cannot lie, Gwendoline Christie has stolen my heart and therefore her character Larissa Weems has too. So here is a short story for her <3

It was fascinating, just watching as wood was engulfed by the flames contained within the firebox. Intermittent crackles were emitted, sending sparks flying upward into the chimney flue, poorly disguised within plumes of smoke.

Crystalline blue eyes stared unwaveringly as the flames warped with the breeze that picked up come late evening. Any mirth they once held had long since faded, the events of the tumultuous day taking their toll. False niceties had been dropped, no longer forced as a retreat was hastily made from the public eye. Furthermore, her prim and proper posture had been slackened into what could be mistaken as relaxed. Rather the blonde's frame held an unparalleled form of tension. Only a trained eye would be able to spot rigid shoulders beneath the blazer, hand grasping the stem of a wine glass ever so slightly too tight and legs repetitively uncrossing and re-crossing.

Sighs of discontent were drowned out by the dying fire, the principal's feet too tired to carry her to replenish it. With reluctance she sat awaiting the fire's eventual demise, topping up her almost empty glass, swirling it's contents with a practiced hand before taking another sip.

Consumed by her thoughts and plans to rectify issues created by a proportion of her student body, Larissa remained unaware of a second presence within her study. Light footfalls went undetected, each padding closer to the blonde who sat motionless upon her chair.

Hands gently slithered across Larissa's shoulders, before moving further south to intertwine across the principal's chest. The unconventional hug and head laying itself upon the blonde's own was startling at best. However, it was only when the signature aroma of bergamot and jasmine infiltrated her senses did she relax. Eyes slipping shut and head tipping backwards to rest against your shoulder, a slightly broken exhale escaped her lips.

Without hesitation you peppered kisses across your beloved's face, the final peck being to the very corner of her lips in a teasing fashion. "You never came to bed darling."

A despondent hum came in response, seeing your concern grow exponentially. Moving to perch on the chair's arm, Larissa instinctively moved to ensnare your waist, claiming possession of your body as she rested her head atop of where your heart beat rhythmically.

Cocooning her statuesque frame in your hold, you offered a more thought provoking question, "More chaos than order today?"

A muffled reply became known seconds later, "Much more than I cared for. Young Miss Addams is causing havoc on a daily basis."

"And I presume she will continue to do so for quite sometime. How about I help to mitigate the headache she is causing you, hmm? Does that sound tempting my darling?"

Shades of azure peered upward, shining with awe and the dying embers of the fire. "Very my dear. Words cannot describe how much I adore you, Y/N."

Your cheeks flushed a delicate shade of fuchsia, "I know well enough," pressing a kiss to Larissa's lips, "Now come along, you know I am unable to sleep without you next to me."

#wednesday #wednesday fanfic #wednesday larissa weems #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #slight angst #fluff #fluffy ending #fluffy goodness #my writing #fanfiction

[icarus-has-falllen]

Can I please have a billy x male reader who is protects from the mind flayer using his powers and ends up unconscious and billy is just begging for him to be ok. Angst with a fluffy ending please! I'm gonna write something kinda like it but I need this rn

A/N yeah ofc! Lmk know when you make It I wanna read it!

Type: Angst and fluff

Pronouns: he/him

Trigger warnings: cursing almost dying s3 spoilers!!!

The loving hands of death

Everyone knew you had powers they were almost exactly like Eleven's powers but she never remembered you in the lab nor did you so when you met Billy Hargrove the boy every girl wanted to be with some how he chose you a guy, nobody would've guessed he was gay or well bisexual. Everything was fine until one night you two were planning a date and he never showed up you assumed he had gotten in trouble with his dad but he would've climbed through your window on a normal night but he didn't so you were worried sick until you went to the pool the next day to see if he was there. He was and you wanted to cry from relief as soon as you saw him but something was off and you watched as his skin burned in the sun and you left out of fear and went to find Max. When you found Max you asked if she knew if Billy was ok and she didn't know but you decided to stick around with her just to make sure she was going to be ok with everything that had been going on in Hawkins for the past three Years and you just wanted to make sure she was ok.

It had been a few days since you've seen billy since the pool incident in the sauna and you were all in the mall and planning to destroy the mind flayer now that it had finally formed. You had everyone gathered behind you so you can protect them from the mind flayer even billy was there finally being released from the mind flayers mind control. You looked back for a split second to see Billy covering Max from all the falling debris, you smiled at him and let your guard down and felt something smack you before everything went black. Next thing you knew you were being shaken awake and sobbing on your chest with someone yelling your name an begging for you to wake up "(M/n) wake up wake up wake up please fucking wake up I need you please I love you so much im so sorry for not saying it before but please wake up I can't live without you!!" you heard in a panicking voice pleading and begging you weakly lifted your arm and hugged the person back. They started sobbing all over again and kissing your face and screaming to the others "HE'S AWAKE GUYS HE WOKE UP!" you coughed weakly and tried to sit up but Billy picked you up and carried you to one of the ambulances and refused to leave your side until you we're discharged.

#billy hargrove x male reader #Fluffy ending #Hurt/comfort #stranger things x reader #stranger things x male reader

[chaostudee]

all i want - r.c

pairing : rafe cameron x female reader summary : rafe messes up leaving your relationship in pieces, now all he wants is forgiveness and to call you his once again. warnings : angst , swearing. words : 3.5k extras : not proofread, lowercase intended. a/n : i love him so much he's just so....ugh, also tysm for all the love on my last post..... anyways enjoy x

rafe cameron had always been your destiny. from the moment that you were introduced you knew that you wouldn't stop until you made that boy yours. it seemed it wouldn't be too difficult since he craved the same intentions. he desired you.

at first sarah tried to persuade you in diverting your longing for the eldest cameron yet her words just increased your pining. even though she outlined his excessive drug usage and his fuck-boy reputation, you wanted more to relieve him of these problems. you could give him the love that he truly deserved though that he never received.

displeased with the lack of response to the extensive repelling of her brother sarah tried to prevent the the two of you from encountering yet failed once again in that regard.

it was new years eve that changed everything for the better and gave sarah a new perspective into the undesired need for her meddling. truthfully speaking she was not wholly against the two of you, rather just the risk of losing you to a boy.

new years eve at the camerons was a tradition that involved the residents of figure 8 gathering to drink and to talk about business and whatnot, awaiting for the ball to drop.

you dreaded the day every year but were glad to have sarah accompany you though it seemed that this year would outshine the rest.

the table held about approximately twenty persons with the allowance of mere inches between each spacing. you had chosen your usual seating, beside sarah.

"don't be mad" sarah whispers adjusting the napkin on her lap as you are all awaiting the meal "i'm leaving after this". looking up from her lap she tucks a strand of her dirty blonde hair behind her ear sending an apologetic look. she hated this yearly meeting just as much as you so it seemed that allowing herself leave would be a reward.

"where are you going?" you ask using the same level of volume in your speech, your hand secure under the brim of the glass. it not so much that it angered you that sarah was leaving to your lonesome but the fact that she hadn't given a reasoning.

as of late she had been distant, disappearing and apparently too occupied with her own self pleasure than to be in vicinty of yours truly.

"um...." she hesitates as her cheeks turn scarlet. she was definitely hiding something. "she's going to see john b" wheezie says, from the other seat beside you not even looking up from the screen of her phone.

you gasp and turn to look at sarah, clearly not denying wheezie's words, instead taking a sip from her glass and trailing her eyes elsewhere as though she hadn't just been called out. "seriously?" you pause as you try to process it, "john b, really?". john b was known to most on kildare island and he was not seen in a positive view even so you were glad that your friend had found someone.

sarah rolls her eyes but a smile is now etched upon her rosy lips. you shake your head in disbelief, that she could keep something like this from something this life altering.

"wait are you guys like together?" you ask her suddenly becoming quite interested in the position of her relationship with john b.

"sarah has a boyfriend?". the voice you hear sounds strangely familiar and you look to your left only to find rafe standing behind wheezie's chair. he has his hands placed on the back of the chair, his rings sparkling in the chandelier glow, he never did seem to go anywhere without them in his possession, you had noticed this from observation.

"topper is going to be so pissed" rafe chuckles to himself as she runs the palm of the hand over his face. although the two had ended their relationship topper couldn't come to the realization that it was over.

rafe is wearing a suit, something that you rarely see him wear, he's not a fan of fancy attire nor are you, at least you have that in common with one another.

tonight you and sarah had decided to coordinate your outfits, both of you had decided to wear navy. she wearing a flowy frock beaded with pearls, you wore something similar though your dress was very tight fitting a dislikeable feature. sarah had insisted that you wear the dress saying that "sometimes you have to suffer for your beauty". her motto.

now noticing your presence rafe sends you a small smile before releasing his grip from the chair and heading off to where topper and kelce were calling him over. they too were wearing some fancy ass clothing. there was something funny about that.

as rafe walked away it was hard for you to keep your eyes off him, though you rarely talked and sarah strongely forbade it you held a strange attraction towards the eldest cameron.

"girl-". sarah gives you a kick from under the table due to her extensive staring. "stay focused" she warns with a stern glare but you can tell that she is just messing with you and she then just chuckles to herself as your eyes drift back to him.

...

it wasn't long before the meal had been served and then devoured by the guests in the matter of a half an hour. sarah had decided to stick around for the meal but it now seemed that she would be making her disappearance after. great.

"i hate you" you tell her, rolling your eyes and folding your arms across your chest. you didn't really mean it but she knew that.

the two of you are stood in the echoey hallway, sarah with her heels in hand. it was her desire to leave unnoticed and hopefully unheard.

"love you too babes" she says as she once again checks her phone. john b had apparently informed her that he would contact her when he arrived.

her head lifts upwards once she sees flashing lights from outside, torch lights. it seemed that john b wanted to be secretive in his arrival.

sarah turns back to you, reaching out for the handle. "be safe" you blurt out causing her to hesitate. "i always-". once she realizes that you were referencing a whole other topic she scoffed to herself, giving you a soldiers salute before slipping out the door. unnoticed and unheard.

"where is she going?". you shut your eyes shut thinking that it would provide you invisibility. super powers would be very convenient at that moment in time.

slowly turning on your heel, rafe stands in front of you, alone. "um she had a um thing" you tell him hoping that he wouldn't notice your inability to lie successfully. it wasn't just the fact that the truth was weighed on your shoulders but also that here you were with rafe cameron. alone, unsupervised meaning that you were the one who was going to be responsible for any wrongdoing.

he raises his eyebrows clearly not buying this lie, you couldn't blame him. "um where is kelce and topper?" you ask him wanting to not just discuss the matter of sarah's whereabouts though the topic didn't stray far from such.

rafe looks at you for a moment, not just meeting your eye line but in the way he would look at a girl that well....you know. to avoid him noticing the heating of your cheeks you turn to look downwards, pretending to examine the contents of your handbag.

"i don't know i guess they're around here somewhere hooking up". rafe shrugs as if its no big deal. this must be his tradition. having said that it seemed that he had decided to not partake this year since he was here conversing with you.

you nod. awkward silence. "um i think i'm going to go...". you point to the other exit down the opposite hallway. he nods alike you had earlier, not objective to this at it was clear there was not much else to discuss.

whilst walking past him, your shoulder skims off his due to his departure at the same time, this allows your purse to slip from your grip, tumbling to the floor.

"shit sorry" you mumble, bending downwards to pick it up. he too had decided to do the same, the gentlemanly decision. in saying this being that close to him, his hand practically a centimetre away from your own your heart clenched.

you meet his eye line, his hand placed on your purse, your hand stuck there also, unable to move. his eyes meet yours before skimming down to your lips then back up to your eyes.

your heart began to pound in your chest, louder than earlier. a heat hung in the air and you wondered if he felt it too as you both crouched in the hallway of the cameron household. you both seemed content with your presence with one another.

it all happened so quickly before he pressed his lips against yours. "fuck it" he whispered as he smashed his lips against your own nearly knocking you over in the process. the kiss displayed everything you felt for him, passion and most importantly, longing. one thing led to another and you ended spending the night with him.

as you lay beside the sleeping boy with the sheet tugged tightly around your body you pick up your phone from the nightstand. tapping into sarah's contact name you smile to yourself as you compose your text to her. "so some shit happened ;)". at that was it that was how you came to fall in love with rafe cameron. though in the beginning it seemed like a fever dream it wasn't long until sarah's assumptions proved his toxicity.

...

you sigh to yourself as you look up at the clock framed on the wall. half past eight. you had said seven and he had agreed. he had promised. promised to buy your flowers, promised to make it up to you but here you are sitting alone at a table whilst the waiter sends you apologetic looks.

once again he had broken his promise. once again he had stood you up. once again he had taken advantage of your second chances.

it is clear that you have been stood up by the glances and the whispering directed towards you. lately things with rafe have been precisely what sarah had predicted but there was no way that you could discuss this would her. you would not let her have the satisfaction in knowing that she was right.

another sigh escapes your lips, an exasperated one as you turn to the entrance because maybe there is a partial hope into his arrival. not only had he been disloyal as of late but also distant. it was rare that you even spoke.

picking up your purse from the table and dropping a twenty on the table for allowing you to stay you try to eliminate the stares as you make your way out the door.

for the outer banks it was a chilly night and without the usual comfort of rafe's coat around your shoulders you felt bare. maybe it was the fact that you felt that your relationship was over or maybe it was that the car was parked miles away or maybe it was because of the cold but a tear trailed down your cheek as you paced down the pavement.

almost immediately you wipe it from your cheek, finding it pathetic to even be crying on the street anyways. the street is quiet as is the road so once again when you feel the tears coming you just let them fall. even though this may be over a stupid boy you feel a reasoning to cry over him because he's your stupid boy.

a sound of a car approaching can be heard in the far off distance which deters you from walking this great distance any further. you wipe a few stray tears from your secret which you can guarantee has smudged your mascara also.

the car can no longer be heard so you rotate your view only to find a familiar face running towards you, jacket undone, tie loose. you catch his eye for a moment before disregarding him and carrying on.

"y/n" he calls out yet you just ignore him although there are a million things that you want to say to him but not here, not like this. "y/n" he says now coming to rest beside you giving you no other choice but to stop. he is out of breath now and raises his finger in the air to give him one minute. you scoff to yourself when you had in fact already given him plenty of time previously.

"i'm sorry" he says once he has regathered himself. noticing the mascara that had been ruined by your tears he looks crest fallen when he realizes that it is all his doing. "im sorry" he repeats, softer now.

"we're over rafe". you say it, you say exactly what had been nagging at you for weeks something that you had hoped would give you peace but after the words leave your mouth you regret them.

his face falls and then darkens. "what?" he pauses and when there is no response he laughs "you're leaving me? really? just when things are getting tough you decide to leave. you know what i kind of expected this i don't know why i'm even surprised. who would want a boyfriend who ditches her just to drown himself in alochol and get high and shit, i mean i don't blame you".

your throat closes up, your mouth dry. this is the first time that he had been real with you in months but now at an untimely moment. "you're drinking again?" you ask, your voice stern as you lock eyes with his. his eyes are filled with fury and rage as he looks at you. "as if you care" he mutters before taking a step back from you and turning on his heel.

"oh so now you're leaving me?!" you say as you feel tears brimming in your eyes. he stops for a second to turn to face you, his hands are in his pockets, his tie flying in the wind. "i guess i am". he allows himself a moment to take you all in before walking off before leaving you all alone on the street.

you force yourself to shove down all your emotions, until you reach the car at least and once you spot its red hue you feel a wave of relief. slipping into the drivers seat and resting your head on the head rest allows you to take a breather. your phone sticks visibly out of your bag and you bite down on your lip wondering if you should just give in. its not long before you dial the number. "hey....i need you".

...

"babes he doesn't deserve you" sarah says whilst stroking your hair soothingly. once you had explained what happened she told you that she would meet you back at your house and you could talk. so you talked.

"please don't say i told you so" you begged her not to say those words, she just nodded and continued to allow you to cry in her arms which brings us up to this point in time.

"but he needs me" you tell her, remembering what he had said earlier sent a punch through your heart so you cowered in the crook of sarah's arms. she hated seeing you and even though she would never defend her brother in any scenario she madly wanted the two of you to receive a happy ending.

"girl you need to stop thinking about it, about him, lemme get you some ice-cream. okay?". sarah slowly releases you from her grip and hands you a pillow to rest your head. you smile at her gratefully for both offers. heading out to the kitchen sarah smirks to herself as she pulls the tub of ice-cream out from the freezer.

she knew right well that you disliked her meddling but to her it deemed necessary in this scenario. this scenario only. sarah picks up the phone and dials but she needn't have done so since the person she wanted to contact was the one stood on the other side of the door.

the doorbell rings. unusual at this time of the night and usually you never had much callers, besides rafe. although you were pleased with your position on the couch you discarded that to ease your curiosity on whom may be awaiting outside.

when rafe was found stood on the doorstep, a bouquet of roses in hand you were completely lost for words but you were glad that he spoke first, this time he didn't begin with an apology. "can i come in?"he asks softly looking up at you with pleading eyes. those fucking eyes.

you linger for a moment trying to decide on what to do but you know right well that either way you will give in. you nod pulling the door open fully, he knows where to go so you allow him to make himself comfortable as you shut the door. honestly you were shocked at his arrival but not truly pleased.

"oh hey...what are you doing here?". sarah comes into the kitchen holding the ice-cream she promised and two spoons. sarah looks between you and rafe and then back to rafe.

"i was just getting to that" rafe says whilst rubbing the back of his kneck, "could you you um...leave us?". sarah gives you a look to inquire on your feelings on this. you nod at her and she takes this as acceptance enough, retreating back to the kitchen.

"lets sit" you instruct him, pointing the couch that had been sodden with your tears only minutes earlier. you were trying to control your anger and trying to prevent further destruction between the two of you.

placing the flowers upon the coffee table rafe stays silent for a moment before beginning to rub his hands into his jeans. he did this often when he was nervous or stressed.

"okay, i've got a lot to say, a lot to account for and a lot to apologize so can you please just let me get true this before you say anything?"

"sure"

he nods and sucks in the corner of his cheek. "what i did was wrong, no unacceptable. no one should ever be treated the way i've been treating you...and i know there is no way that i can make it up to you and i know that you are no longer mine. i know that, i know all of it. i was tempted not to come here tonight but i knew i couldn't end it like that. even though there is little chance of you taking me back part of me hoped that you would take me back. part me knows that it is wrong of me to expect anything from you because you've given me everything. in the past few months i never thought somebody could ever mean this much to me and even accept me for the person i am. you have stood by me and the truth is during all the time that we've been apart i turn to alcohol and drugs but with you i needn't do that. you're enough, you're enough for me. even if you can never forgive me i utterly understand but please at least understand where i'm coming from."

you shake your head whilst biting down on your lip. this boy knows what he's doing. "i forgive you" you chuckle as you rub your nose in the back of your sleeve.

"what?" rafe says his eyes widened in disbelief. "well with a speech like that how could i not?" you say with a shrug. rafe laughs although you can clearly see the tears in his eyes as he runs his hand through his hair.

"so um...do you think..." he hesitates as he looks pleading but you know exactly what he is implying. your answer is not so simple. forgiving was easy but the process would be long, he would have to repent to his wrongdoings and by the looks of it he seemed willing.

"come here". you pull him closer to allow yourself to set his lips on yours. this kiss brought you back to first time that you allowed yourself to accept the fact that you were in love with him. now, still true. "yes" you pull away "i take you back".

he smiles as your foreheads touch one another his arms held around your waist and you wanted nothing more than for him to never let him go.

"so when's the wedding?". sarah stands against the frame of the doorway spooning a mouthful of ice-cream into her mouth.

"where you here the whole time...?" rafe asks pulling his head away from yours though still holding you securely in his posession.

"well, i mean most of it. damn rafe i didn't know you were such a softie. and y/n such a pushover". you laugh and so does he. nothing could make you happier than this moment for you now knew you would marry this man.

sarah saw the look of your face as you admired rafe and knew exactly what you were thinking. her best-friend and brother, what more could she ask for?

#outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron #angst with a happy ending #obx #fluffy ending #rafe #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x you #rafe x reader #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron fanfiction #reblog pls

[unluckyhoneybee]

honey bee, how are you? I know this is super specific but can you write something for mick, about him and his best girl friend are in love with each other but they don't know how to confess and it leads them to date other people and lots of angst but then a happy ending if you'd like? 🥰

Note: i'm so so so sorry for taking three months to answer this

You groaned. What was the point of this? You didn't even like Jason. He was a fucking prick you found on Tinder. But Mick was there with Selene and you had to smile and put on your best act. You weren't an actress, but this was Oscar-worthy.

Jason was a guy with not so much interest in boundaries. You had told him so many times to stop grabbing your ass in public. He ha only rolled his eyes and laughed it off.

Mick wasn't much happier. He couldn't even smile because Selene was with him and texting someone else. Mario. Who the fuck was Mario?

Again, what was the point?

Well, years of hidden feelings and pent up tension had driven the two of you to be a couple of stupid kids. It started when you matched with Jason after a party. One night thing became two nights and then three and then a regular hook up. Mick hated Jason with his whole soul. He was a prick, so full of himself to truly appreciate you. Mick hated him and was so jealous. His only solution? Do the same to you. He found a female version of Jason and dated her. When Mick told you he was dating Selene, yous stomach had turned. She was... Oof. So wrong for him. How would a girl like her be all Mick deserved? She only liked the money and fame. You went that day and asked Jason to be your boyfriend. And there you were both in horrible relationships only to get some stupid revenge.

The party was packed and Jason was possessive. His hand in your grip would surely leave marks. But at least he was gropping you. You eyes would move to Mick from time to time. He wasn't looking at you. Opposite to Jason, his han was carefully placed on Selene's lower back. The touch seemed to sweet and gentle and you craved for it. Mick was wishing it was you.

"We should go somewhere else. This house has 7 bathrooms, you know? Maybe we can find a good basin to bend you over"

You looked up at Jason. Sex was good yeah, but he was so fucking disgusting.

"I'm good. Maybe later"

"Later you will be to tired..." He said and his hand gripped your ass hard. You whined and pressed a hand to his chest.

"Jason"

"Listen. You let me fuck you now in that bathroom and later at home I'll fuck you slow how you like it"

You shook your head and tried to push yourself away. It only made him frown and grab harder.

"Jason please, you are pulling my drees up-"

"Let go of her" You heard behind your back.

Jason chuckled and pressed you to his side. "The prince is here"

You looked at Mick with panic in your eyes.

"Jason, let go of her"

"She is my-"

"She is not, mate" Mick said.

Jason laughed loud. You took the opportunity to move away from him and behind Mick.

"YN, what are you doing?"

"I told you to let go" You said.

"Are you going with him?" Jason said offended. "It's over if you do"

You nodded. "Fine then" Mick felt a big pride on his chest.

You left the party on Mick's arm. But you had barely reached his car when you heard his name. On the stairs, Selene was looking at you.

"Where do you think you are going?"

"With YN" He simply answered and watched her walk closer.

"Are you leaving me here?!"

"Why don't you call Mario?"

"Mar- What are you talking about, Mick? There is no Mario"

Mick snorted a laugh. "I'm not stupid, Selene. We are done"

"Mick, no. Let me explain"

"No, Selene"

The first minutes in the car were quiet. You were both still a bit agitated. But then Mick couldn't keep it on his chest anymore.

"Why the fuck are you dating him?"

You gasped and turned to look at him. "You have no right to ask that"

"I do! Can't you see he is horrible for you?" Mick's knuckles were turning white. "He doesn't respect you, YN"

You eyes filled with tears. You felt so helplessness. You were in love with Mick. You adored him, he was your favorite person in the world. You were the one you wanted, not Jason.

"You have her. Why do you care?"

"Not anymore. I don't want her. I never did"

"Then? Why the fuck were you dating her!?"

"Because of you!" Mick finally snapped. "It has always been you!"

You looked at him dumbfounded, you couldn't even blink.

"What have I done?"

"You went with him. You said it was just. A hookup and then you were always with him"

"He was. Jason was just a hookup."

"He was not. You never have exclusive hook ups"

You brushed your tears. "You have no right to say that. I do whatever I want with my life. And if you had even bothered to ask you would have known he wasn't exclusive. He was just good at it and a good distraction"

"You were basically dating!" Mick was looking for excuses. He was trying to tell himself he could have actually got you if he had dared to ask.

"We were not! He hadn't even stayed at mine! We weren't fucking dating until you started dating her!"

He pulled over abruptly and turned to look at you. "What do you mean?"

"I asked him to be my boyfriend right after you told me you were dating Selene"

Mick couldn't believe what you were saying. "Why did you do that?" He had believed that it had been Jason. It was even worse knowing it had been you the one asking.

"Because it hurt. It hurt so much. You hurt me and I wanted to hurt you just as much. Because I know that you know she is no good for you. And you dated her knowing I would hate her. So I did the same"

You were full sobbing now. Mick scoffed and looked away. He had one hand covering his mouth and his elbow supporting him against the car door. He had hurt you on purpose and you had payed with the same coin.

"I started dating Selene because you were seeing him. Because you hurt me. You were dating the kind of man that you should never date"

"That's so fucking toxic"

"You did the same"

"I wasn't dating Jason! Why would I want to!? He is... I fucking hate him!"

"Why did you then?!"

"Because you don't love me!"

Silence filled the car. Finally, you had said those words. Mick was looking at you with glassy eyes now.

"How can you say that I don't love you, YN?" He now sounded hurt. Truly hurt. "After all"

"If you'd love me you would have stopped me from dating Jason"

"I can't stop you from dating anyone"

"But you could have told me. If you really love me, you could have told me"

"So could have you" He muttered. There was no need to confess. He already know your feelings were the same.

You looked at him with big sad eyes.

"I hate you" You whispered.

"You don't" He said gently cupping your face and drying your tears. "You love me as much as I love you and I wish I had the balls to tell you"

You dobbed again and he undid your belt before pulling you to his side more comfortably. He kissed your forehead. "I'm so sorry, YN".

"I'm so sorry too, Mick"

He let you cry until you felt better, then he carefully dried your tears. You looked into his blue eyes and caressed his cheek.

"I'm so in love with you"

He smiled. "And I'm so in love with you"

"I wish things had been different"

He shrugged. "We can make it different now"

A little smile painted your lips. "Okay"

He leaned and gently kissed your lips. "I love you"

"I love you too, Mick"

#Mick Schumacher #Ms #angst #Fluffy ending #F1 #Blurb #I got invested on the argument

[dubiiousfood]

Hey! You can read on tumblr or read it here on Ao3

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The Flowers Rage

“Hey Zelda,” Link called from his spot outside their house in Akkala. Both he and Zelda were lying side by side on their backs by the side of the house, their legs both pointing toward Death Mountain.

Both of them were bathing in the gentle early morning sun, it felt like warm and gentle kisses that covered their exposed skin.

There had been a long, comfortable silence between them following a welcome discussion concerning each of their students back at Hateno Village. They talked about each of their personalities, their likes, dislikes, their quirks.

But then came a moment where there was nothing left to say, so they simply didn’t say anything, letting the gentle rush of wind fill the silence for them.

Zelda’s eyes were closed, one would think she’d already fallen asleep baking in the soft sunlight.

“Hmm? She mumbled sleepily, deep within her throat.

Link smirked at the sky, his eyebrows rose slightly with mischief. “Wanna bet?”

The playfulness behind his tone caught Zelda’s attention, her eyes shot open but immediately shot close as the bright sun assaulted her eyesight.

“What is the bet?” Zelda asked curiously, almost afraid of what Link might be conspiring.

Link’s back shot upright, sitting up, pressing his hands on the grass behind him to hold him up. He looked down at her using a moment to simply stare at her pretty face, smiling. He chuckled gently.

“A challenge,” Link winked. Still, his tone and the little naughty glint in his eyes didn’t do anything to bring her comfort.

Zelda narrowed her eyes. “Go on…”

“Whoever can paraglide to Tarrey Town the fastest gets to make the other person do a dare.” He was already on his feet, as if Zelda had agreed to the notion already.

“What are you planning? You seem so sure you’re going to win, what if I win?” Zelda looked up at him, who had his arms in a stretching motion, like was getting ready for the race.

“I’m not planning anything…” He mumbled, not able to meet her eyes.

Zelda rose to her feet, groaning, for she hadn’t really used them all morning. She gave both her ankles a quick shake to get some feeling back into it.

Zelda grinned, walking to Link and putting a hand on his shoulder, raising an eyebrow.

“What is this about?” She demanded,

“Nothing, I just want to race and have some fun,” He put his hands up in the air above his head, feigning innocence.

“Well, In that case…” Zelda gave a long pause for effect, “Ready set go!” Zelda said quickly, and she turned on her heels towards the edge of the hill. Before Link was even able to move, Zelda was already off the edge, paragliding towards the village. She was giggling as she made her way down.

Link ran, quickly trying to catch up, still trying to process Zelda’s trickery on him. She was too smart for her own good and had tricked him at his own game.

“Hey! T-that’s not fair! You were supposed to wait for us both to go at the same time!” He yelled after her, jumping off the edge of the hill on his own, but Zelda was so far ahead of him that he knew he had no hope.

“Okaaaay slowpoke!” He heard distantly yelled back at him from her.

Link grumbled softly to himself as he watched Zelda’s feet touch the ground while he was still hanging in the air.

She snapped her paraglider away, turning around to face him as he touched down second. Giggling behind her hand. “So, what was it? Your bet, tell me once more?” She taunted him, with a large grin on her face.

“You get to give me a dare,” He mumbled, almost so that Zelda couldn’t hear, but she heard him alright.

“So... I get to tell you a dare then?” She prodded further, testing his buttons.

He glared at her, “ You cheated,” He crossed his arms across his chest, pouting his lips like a child.

“Did not, you were just slow”

“Hmph,”

“Okay, here is your dare. I dare you to go to Magda, the flower lady, and pluck a bunch of them and bring them to me. Oh you know how much I love flowers,” She added the last bit for extra effect.

Link’s jaw dropped open, his blood ran cold all over his body. “No, please. Don’t send me to Flowerblight Ganon, she hates me already, I won’t come back alive please,” Link fell to his knees, begging her dramatically.

Zelda merely laughed “Flowerblight Ganon?.” She snorted under her breath.

“Yes…. I mean that she’s a dark, evil entity, I swear to you, Zelda..”

Pulling him to his feet and again, showing no mercy. “A bet is a bet, and a dare is a dare. Now, go fetch me some pretty flowers from Magda would you? I’m in desperate need of them. And I’ll be watching to make sure they’re fresh from Magda don’t you worry,” She slid her body up his arm looking up at him with innocent eyes.

Link grunted, shaking her off his arm, seeing no other way out. “Fine. We’ll warp with the Purah Pad,’ He said, his voice was quiet now, knowing he was about to see the face of inevitable doom.

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“Alright Link, I’ll be waiting right here, and don’t you even think about going to find flowers that aren’t Magda’s. ‘llI see everything from here.”

Both Link and Zelda arrived at Floret Sandbar by paragliding from Morok Shrine. It was a short distance to fly, and now they were perked on a gentle hill, where Zelda could easily oversee Link’s action as he followed through with the dare.

“Yeah yeah I got it, I won’t.” He was still gritting out every word through his teeth. He thought this whole thing was insanely prejudiced, this was his own game for the goddess’ sake! He was supposed to be daring Zelda. Not the other way around.

So here he was walking calmly up to the small square of purple wildflowers, eyeing each one, wondering which of the many would be the easiest to access.

There was the lady, hunched over the patch of flowers, as always. And the brown hair, green dress were giving him flashbacks that he’d rather not remember.

As he crouched down quietly, His heart was pounding in his chest, his stomach twisted, his palms were sweating. Goddesses he was scared.

It couldn’t be that hard. She seemed rather preoccupied with what she was doing, tending to her flowers, sooo if he was just inconspicuous enough, and simply bent down and swiped one away while she was busy…

“Hey!”

Link froze. Mid crouch.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” A terrifyingly chilling voice spat at him coldly.

He winced in horror. He’d been caught.

He swore to himself and the goddess that he heard soft giggling coming from the hillside from behind him.

Link straightened up quickly, straightening out his shirt, and clearing his throat. “Oh. Um, I was just… uh. A-Admiring the wildflowers of course ma’am. T-they look very… Pretty,”

Magda narrowed her eyes at him, her hands resting firmly on her waist, she studied him crossly, causing him to shift on his feet nervously, his heart picking up its pace again.

“I’ve seen you before… It’s you, isn’t it?! The one who’s always showing up and slaughtering all these innocent beings for no good reason! First you step on them, then you cut them down… poor things. And then you tried to burn them down with your little contraption. These are living people with living feelings they don’t deserve to be mercilessly executed by heartless people like you! They’re shaking in fear, screaming out in pain everytime you hurt them or cut them, or step on them!” She sobbed loudly, tears really fell. Her heart, broken for her flowers.

“That’s what the flowers would be wailing if only they could wail.”

“They feel things like everyone else, they have lives worth living. I’m giving you a warning, don’t hurt them again.” Through her tears, Link could have sworn he could see malice or something that filled the woman’s eyes. And was she threatening him? He’d seen what she was capable of and that’s what scared him the most.

He turned around, looking at Zelda for mercy. She all but looked back down at him, shrugged, and smiled evilly at him.

“Hylia above,” He swore. He needed to strategize. Going straight for them wasn’t going to do.

He apologised briefly to the flower lady before ducking behind a large piece of rock and looking before the flower bed to see how he was going to pull it off. If only he could get in without her spotting him.

What if… he came up from behind her, then snatched a flower from his place behind her and ran. It was the only plausible plan, for at every other angle she’d see him.

He quickly changed out of his clothes, replacing it with the Sheikah Stealth Armour, to give him the best shot possible at getting the flowers.

He snuck around Magda, again, she seemed too preoccupied with her flower tending so that was the easy part. Once he was directly behind her, though not so close that he was breathing down her neck, he crouched down low, spying which one he wanted to take. Once the target had been acquired, he leaped forward with his feet and plucked it from the dirt then he planned to turn and flee as quickly as his feet would carry him back to Zelda.

But as he turned around to flee, he was met face-to-face with Flowerblight Ganon.

He yelped in surprise, his throat clawed at him with fear. How did she do it? Wasn’t she just…?

“You just killed an innocent soul!” She screamed in his face, she’d exerted so much force with her breath that his hair blew backward and his ears were in pain now.

She took a step forward, too close to him for his liking, forcing him to step back, leaning away from her as far as he could.

“How. Dare. YOU,” She growled, the fury was steaming off of her with each step forward she took which had him walking backward dangerously close to the riverbank behind him.

“How many times have I told you? They’re in pain! They hurt! They’re screeching as you pull them from the ground, their life source, their SUSTENANCE. Don’t touch us! Don’t step on us! Don’t hurt us!”

“That’s what they would be screaming if they could scream!”

Link looked up towards the hill, he could see Zelda rolling on the floor, laughing out loud uncontrollably as she watched the scene unfold.

Flowerblight Ganon looked down at his hand, which was holding onto the stolen flower.

“That was an innocent life you just took, their blood is in YOUR hands. This cannot go unpunished.” She closed her eyes as she said this, her voice was eerily calm for his liking.

Link gulped, how cryptic what was that supposed to mean?

“Behold! THE WRATH OF THE FLOWERS. This death will be avenged!” She screamed towards the sky. She charged forwards, her head rammed into his chest and Link fell backward, losing his balance… and into the water behind him.

“OOF!” He cried, winded by the sudden blow and he was now soaking wet to the bone in his skin-tight Sheikah armour. He fell into the rushing water with a loud SPLASH. And the current was taking him out towards the river. He panicked, he had to quickly get out.

With the now wilting flower in his hand, he swam back towards the shore. It wasn’t too hard, but he was still reeling from what he’d just seen happen.

As he was hauling himself over the river bank, he heard a familiar voice.

“Link! Did you get my flowers?” He looked up to see Zelda running down the hill towards him.

She was holding back a laugh as she approached him, She held out her hand to him offering to help him to his feet. He didn’t miss the way her eyes scanned all over his body, most likely because his now wet armor, which was already tight to begin with was practically outlining every small crevice of his body.

She stared at him for a moment, before bursting out into laughter once again. She laughed so hard that she had to hold onto his shoulder to support her as she doubled over to control herself.

“Link. I’m so sorry, but that. Was the funniest thing I think I’ve ever seen over millennia.” Zelda cackled, her face going red as she couldn’t properly breathe through her laughter.

Link, understandably didn't seem to find anything funny about it.

“Oh you poor thing you’re shivering, let us go back and dry you off. ” Zelda remarked sympathetically as he shivered on the spot. His arms crossed tightly over his chest to keep the warmth in. She tried to pull him by the arm but he didn’t move

Link looked at her for a long moment before holding his hand out to her. The purple, dying flower was in his hand.

“I-i got y-our f-flower,” He gritted out through his chattering teeth.

Zelda gasped, looking at the wilting flower, he’d done it, though at a great cost. She almost felt bad for making him do so. He did it for her.

“It’s perfect, I love it thank you,” She took the flower in her hands before pulling out the Purah Pad so they could warp back home.

)()()()()()(

Once they’d made it back home, Link went to dry himself off and change out of his soggy Sheikah armor while Zelda went to coax the fireplace inside so when Link was finished he could sit before it and warm up.

Zelda had pulled out a few snacks for them to enjoy while they sat and enjoyed the fireplace together.

Once Link was done changing, he quickly went outside to hang his wet clothes on a line and then he ducked back in to see Zelda sitting by the fireplace surrounded by several snacks. Waiting for him.

“Link, come. Join me.” She beckoned him over to her.

As he drew closer to where she sat, he noticed something, the purple flower, which was holding onto its last breath, had been placed on top of her left ear. He smiled. She looked good with it on, even if it was dying.

Zelda patted the spot beside her, indicating for him to sit there.

He sat, groaning as he lowered himself onto the floor, he shut his eyes, enjoying the warmth from the fire before him, sighing.

“I’m sorry for making you do that,” Zelda said softly, looking down. “I feel terrible,”

Link smiled gently. “Don’t be. It was all part of the game. The important thing is that you had a good laugh. I’m glad you got a kick out of that,” He chuckled.

Zelda merely nodded once, gazing up at him fondly.

He felt a tickle tug at his scalp. He looked to the side, finding Zelda toying with his wet hair.

He looked at her, confused.

“You have beautiful hair, you know? Albeit a bit messy, I’ll admit, but it reminds me of wheat. Tabantha Wheat. The smell, the colour…” She brought a lock of his hair to her nose, breathing in the scent, sighing.

Link didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know he had nice hair. But if the princess said so, then he supposed he did. He didn’t mind her fingers tangling themselves within his locks, he liked it. Her soft, gentle touch was bliss to him. He leaned into her touch unconsciously.

“May I braid it?” She asked softly, running all five fingers down the length of his hair.

“Sure,” He replied.

Zelda turned her body so she was somewhat behind him. She took a lock of his hair and twisted it, twisting again, then grabbing more hair and twisting it once more, repeating this process until she reached the bottom.

“Do you have your elastic?”

Link wordlessly pulled his blue elastic from his wrist, handing it to her.

“Thank you,”

Then she tied off her work down the bottom. Then, she took her flower from her ears and slid it on top of his ears.

She nodded, pleased with her work. “Perfect,” She sighed and moved back to her spot beside him. And rested her head on his shoulder.

There both of them sat, by the warm fire, in each other's embrace, surrounded by snacks.

And a wilting flower.

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Thank you for reading if you read this far! I hope you enjoyed this, and if you have, thank you!!! your support means everything to me <3

Also, there is no symbolism to the wilting flower lol, I just added it there for the aesthetic value of the story loll XD

I LOVED writing the characterization of Magda/Flowerblight Ganon, it was so funny and fun to write. Thank you for reading again! I hope you found this at least funny ahahahaa.

Sadly, we're almost at the end of this posting streak :( But we still have one more coming on the 18th!

Thanks again, and let me know what you think! I love you all <3 Ari.

#link #zelda #legend of zelda #zelink #fluff #zelda fanfiction #link is a dork #zelinktines24 #tears of the kingdom #loz totk #day 16 #Dare #humor #fluff and humor #fluffy ending #flowerblight ganon #magda

[clintbartonswife]

these hands that hold

Pairings: Clint Barton / Bucky Barnes Summary: clint has no coordination when it comes to his crush Whumptober prompt #1 : swooning / 'how many fingers am i holding up?' Notes: we're making an attempt at whumptober! i'm in no way promising a fic every day, but hopefully this will get me back into writing :)) if you have any fic ideas that you want me to write, my requests are open as always. HAPPY OCTOBER!! this is slightly more fluffy than the rest will be - i just cant resist fluffy winterhawk masterlist   || whumptober2023

"Another day, another sucky mission waking me up before noon."

"As optimistic as always," Nat drawled, rolling her eyes fondly as Clint pouted, "I made a fresh pot for you."

He kissed her forehead grinning, rushing over to the steaming pot of coffee, "Natasha, this is why I love you."

"Keep that in mind for when I say -"

"Oh god -"

"You're with Bucky today."

Clint's smile dropped instantly. "Nat. You cant do this to me - last time I was in the same room as him I literally tripped over thin air. Thin air, Nat! I can't think straight when I'm around him -"

"Tough shit, sorry. We need two snipers on this one, so suck it up big boy." She slid off her chair, patting his shoulder condescendingly. "Be nice to him, okay?"

"You - he - he's the one that's mean to me!"

She guffawed, walking out the room. "Quinjet in ten!"

Clint let his head drop on to the kitchen counter, hand gripping the handle of the coffee pot impossibly tighter. "Get it together, Barton."

"Talking to yourself again?" An amused voice from the doorway interrupted his pity party, Clint holding back a groan.

"It's too early for this shit" he shot back, lifting his head to glare at Bucky leaning against the doorframe.

"Early for you maybe - y'know normal people don't sleep in until 3pm?"

"Says the fossil."

"Ouch, you really hurt me with that one," Bucky replied, hand over his chest and a smirk on his lips.

Clint stomped down the butterflies that threatened to make him blush, instead levelling the brunet with what he hoped was a convincing death stare.

Rolling his eyes - and damn did he look good when he did that - Bucky pushed off the doorframe, walking over to Clint and picking the pot out of his hand as if it was nothing.

"Hey! Get your own coffee!"

Bucky didnt reply, instead lifting the pot to his lips and taking a large swig, maintaining eye contact as he did so.

"Asshole." Clint frowned, snatching the pot back as soon as he could. "If you think that will stop me from drinking it, you're sorely mistaken. Nothing gets in between me and my caffeine intake - especially when I've been woken up at an ungodly hour."

With that he stormed out of the room heading towards the quinjet hangar, resolutely ignoring Bucky's scoffed 'It's 11am' from behind him.

"Snipers, that's Clint and Bucky, will be stationed on this rooftop here," Steve explained, pointing to a location on the hologram map. "Due to the limited sightlines, this is the best vantage point in the city. Clint will be covering the north-western approach, while Bucky covers the south-east."

"Roger that, Cap." Clint replied, definitely ignoring the way that Bucky's arms flexed as he put his shoulder length hair into a bun. He wasted absolutely no brain power on the way his hair looked especially soft today. None at all.

He especially did not smell his hair when he leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Who knows, if all goes well we might get you home in time for your nap."

His shampoo was coconut scented.

"Very funny - har har. Y'know getting enough sleep is vital to being a functioning human being, so not the insult you thought that was, actually."

Bucky huffed a laugh, standing back up to his full height. Natasha caught his eye from across the quinjet, giving him a sarcastic thumbs up.

He flipped her off in return.

" - essential that we do this quietly, swiftly and with as little damage as possible. That being said, Bruce we need you on comms and on medical standby - we hopefully won't need to call a code green."

Bruce nodded at this, tugging on his sweater nervously. "Im not the most anxious to get back out there after..."

He trailed off, Steve nodding understandingly. "Don't worry, we have multiple back up plans in place. Now, since Thor is off-world and Tony is sitting this one out -"

"He was literally thrown through a wall last week -"

"We'll be a little short on air support. Sam, we're going to need you to cover twice the amount you usually do."

"Redwing will watch over what I can't - if anything goes wrong I'll be there in seconds."

"Natasha and Wanda, you're with me on the ground. We get in, grab the prisoner, and get out. Is everyone clear on their assignment?"

Affirmative words spread around the room, Clint moving over to Natasha to get his bow and arrows.

"Y'know, you should use this time to make your move." she murmured, smirking.

"By what? Making an even bigger fool of myself?"

Natasha hummed, "Possibly. Or you could... I don't know, use that Hawkeye charm and flirt?"

Clint scoffed, ducking away as she tried to ruffle his blond hair. "Bite me."

"Oka-"

He leapt away as far as he could, hands thrown up in self defence, "Kidding! I was kidding!"

Steve huffed a laugh, patting Clint on the shoulder as he passed, "You should know better than that by now."

"Yes Cap..."

Sliding the shield on his back, he signalled for Bruce to open the quinjet doors. "Get in your groups, get to your stations and then call it in on comms - keep it clear from chatter. We do this fast and clean."

Clint swallowed heavily as he felt Bucky move to stand behind him, very aware of how close he was. His breath hitched as he felt Bucky lean closer, "I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing Stevie barking commands - since getting my memory back all I can see is the little punk from Brooklyn."

Clint smiled, head tilting slightly as he looked at Steve. "I find it impossible to imagine him with spindly limbs - surely his head would be too big for his body."

Bucky barked a laugh, earning the attention of the rest of the team. Steve narrowed his eyes, though Clint could see a hint of joy shining through, as if he was hearing a long lost song.

"'S so funny, Buck?"

"You - uhh, nothing Stevie." Bucky tried to muffle his laughter, coughing before throwing on a mask of indifference. "Lets do this."

Steve just nodded, though his eyes flicked between Clint and Bucky for a few moments, calculating. "Move out."

Clint shook himself slightly, clearing his head. Readjusting his arrow sheath, he followed Bucky out of the quinjet, climbing in to the passenger seat of the car.

"You sure you can drive?"

"I was driving before you were born, smart ass."

"Hey, just wondering if you were used to riding something that didn't eat grass and say neigh."

Bucky snorted, "We didn't ride horses."

"Really? There goes that dream." He pouted, followed by a sad 'yeehaw'.

Bucky shot him a weird look, suppressing a smile as he pulled away from the jet, driving towards their lookout point. On their arrival, Bucky reached into the back of the car and pulled out his sniper case.

Clint looked at the building distastefully, the crumbling plaster and boarded up windows doing nothing for its curb appeal.

"D'you think the elevator in this thing is still working?"

"Not for years - we're going to have to take the fire escape."

"Ugh, I hate climbing."

Bucky flashed him an odd look, seemingly swallowing down a question before pulling down the metal ladder. "Hawks first."

"Why thank you"

As they climbed, Clint made a very conscious effort to control his footing, aware that the last time he was alone with Bucky he ended up on his ass.

He was determined not to make a fool of himself this time.

"Okay, I've got to know. What was with that look you gave me when I said I don't like climbing?"

"Wha - well, okay. I just thought it was a bit ironic, coming from the guy who likes being up high all the time."

"Fair enough. I can see where the confusion comes in."

There was a pause. "Why don't you?"

"Like climbing? Um..." he thought about his answer, before deciding to play it safe, defaulting to making light of it. "Too much effort. Much prefer being carried places."

Bucky seemed as if he was going to dig further, Clint thanking his lucky stars that they had run out of fire escape. Scrambling on to the roof, he shrugged his bow off his shoulder, pressing his coms to activate it. "Hawkeye and Barnes in position."

Bucky huffed, shaking his head as he took out his sniper from its case, prepping his scope.

Steve's voiced crackled on, "Copy that. We're two minutes from target. Falcon, sitrep."

"Redwing made a preliminary scan - we count 5 hostiles guarding the front entrance, plus 2 hostiles on every exit. Seems to be more inside, but something is blocking the signal from reaching that far in."

"Electrical interference?" Natasha asked, sounding like she already knew the answer.

"Yep. Seems like its coming from the south-west side of the building."

"I'll see what I can do."

Cap chimed back in, "About to head in - keep this channel clear."

Clint pressed his com once, turning his mic off before settling into position, eyes scanning back and forth across his assigned area. Behind him, Bucky did the same.

Focused silence settled over the two of them, only to be broken after a few minutes.

"I can almost hear you thinking," Clint said, words hanging in the air precariously. "What is it?"

"Your response back there? I'm calling bullshit."

"Okay, wow."

Bucky audibly shrugged. "You asked me, I responded."

"Is now really the best time for thi-?"

Nat's voice interrupted him, com flaring to life once more. "Signal box down. Do you have visual?"

"Affirmative. There's 20 bodies in there - woah what the hell?"

"Sam?"

"We have an enhanced on the field. Looks like they're -"

He was cut off by Wanda, her voice shaking. "Flying? Yeah - Cap they're coming towards you. Heading towards the west exit of the building. Got the jump on me -"

"Copy that. You okay?"

"Fine - just some bruises."

Clint rolled his shoulders in anticipation, pressing his com to leave the line open.

For the next few minutes, Clint allowed himself to fully settle into his position, sniper training allowing him to relax whilst still being fully vigilant. In an instant, he had extracted an arrow from his sheathe and pressed it against his bow.

"I've got eyes-on. Target is moving fast - have a minute window maybe less."

"Take the shot, non lethal if possible."

Clint huffed. Of course it was possible. He could hit an apple from the top of a baby's head at this range.

He swallowed down his need to brag, quickly aiming and firing at the target. His arrow soared through the air, hitting it's mark in the man's shoulder.

"Target hit - he's going down just outside the mini mart. Shot to the shoulder."

"I have no visual," Natasha said, frown audible, "Wanda?"

"Neither."

"I'm on my way," Sam added, "No visual from the surrounding areas."

"Fan out around the surrounding buildings, he's got to be here somewhere."

Sudden movement from behind him broke Clint's focus, Bucky pushing him out of the way as a man descended on them from the sky, knife in hand. He blocked the attack with his metal arm, the sound of clashing metal ringing through the air.

Clint swore under his breath, whipping his bow into it's baton form and charging forwards, landing a solid blow to the target's arm. The knife fell from his grip.

It devolved into a scuffle, Bucky and Clint working in unison to knock the guy down.

In between hits, Bucky managed to re-open his com link. "Target is on us, I repeat target is on our roof."

Clint winced as a particularly harsh hit landed on his jaw, responding by hitting the man's throat. The enhanced fell to the floor with a wheeze, eyes narrowing as his fist closed around the hilt of the previously dropped knife.

Time seemed to move in slow motion as he jumped back up, the silver blade just narrowly missing the soft flesh of Clint's neck. Bucky immediately moved to Clint's aid, pushing him out of the way as the blade returned.

Toppled off balance, he careened into the brick that lined the roof's edge, head smashing against it.

Through hazy eyes, he watched Bucky tackled the target, manipulating him until his knee was on their back.

He was hot when he fought.

Ringing was followed by the return of his limited hearing, faint and muffled, as Bucky yelled something unintelligible over comms. He heard no response, frowning, before realising his hearing aid had fallen out.

His coms were built in - a fancy upgrade from a lab-bound Tony.

Blinking heavily, he tried to refocus his eyes. Whilst two Bucky's had definitely been a part of countless recent dreams, he wasn't exactly fond of the lack of clear sight that went along with the double vision.

The Buckys knelt in front of him, metal wings descending behind him. Sam had arrived. He was saying something, concern painted across every line of his face.

Clint could only blink back dumbly, eyes narrowing as he tried to read his lips. Lips - Bucky's lips. They were very nice lips -

Bucky was clicking in his face now, two slowly merging back into one.

'Hear?'

Bucky was signing. He didn't know Bucky knew how to sign. The hand movements were clunky, but deliberate.

Clint shook his head in response, the sudden movement making his world spin on it's axis.

'One moment.'

Bucky had left his side, looking on the ground for something and standing up with a triumphant 'aha!'. Soon the device was pressed into his hand, guided up towards his ear by Bucky's gloved ones.

Common sense finally catching up to him, Clint placed the hearing aid back into his ear, slumping in relief as his senses returned.

"- ou hear me? Clint? Hey."

"Present"

Bucky held his hand up once more, "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Really?"

"Don't be cute, how many fingers?"

"One, two... three."

Bucky rolled his eyes, though Clint could see relief rush through him at the realisation he hadnt lost all his brain cells when he hit the bricks.

"How's your head? Can you stand?"

"We won't know 'til we try, I guess."

He accepted the hand that Bucky offered - the human one - and lifted himself up. The weight of gravity seemed to have tripled, attempting to drag him back down with a vengeance as soon as he was fully upright.

Bucky moved just as quickly, spare hand wrapping around his waist to keep him upright, anchoring him against his body.

Did he just - did Clint really just swoon?

What kind of disney princess shit was happening? He quickly looked around, half expecting to see cartoon birds still circling his head.

"Shit - okay." He was lowered down to the ground again. "Cap we're going to need med-evac for Barton. He can't stand."

The back of Clint's neck flushed red, "I'm fine -"

"I'll believe you when you don't fall over your own feet."

"Ask Nat, I do that all the time!"

She immediately replied, voice flat. "Don't use me as your excuse. We're coming to get you."

Clint groaned.

Bucky knelt down beside him, grabbing Clint's chin and moving him so that he could look into his eyes.

"Your pupils are a bit big - looking pale too -"

"Well you don't look too hot yourself," Clint replied, banishing all impure thoughts from his mind. This eye contact was doing something to him.

Bucky just shook his head, releasing his grip and sitting down, running a hand through his hair. "I - I'm sorry."

Clint's eyes widened, "No - I mean, you look beautiful. Not that you owe anyone to be conventionally attractive - you are though, and strong too! Not that you cant be both attractive and strong - you know, I think I'm - please just cut me off I'm losing my mind over here."

Bucky breathed a laugh, shaking his head slightly. "You're a mess."

"Yeah." Clint's chest clenched. "Yeah I know."

"I was apologising for hurting you." Bucky finally clarified, "I - I'm still not fully aware of my strength I guess."

"You saved me."

"I hurt you." He repeated.

"Okay, fine. You pushed me into a wall -"

"Exactly, I -"

"And away from the mad flying man who was about to plunge a knife into my head."

Bucky just sighed, realising this was one battle he was not going to win, and looked over at Sam. Clint had forgotten the other two were still on the roof, avoiding looking over at them as his cheeks blazed. Yet another captive audience to witness Clint's never-ending embarrassment.

"Don't look at me, man." Sam said, tightening his grip as the enhanced attempted to slip from his grip, "I've got my hands full."

"Useless bird."

"Metal bitch."

The roar of the quinjet interrupted, hovering by the edge of the roof as the platform descended, Bruce rushing out.

"Help me get him up," he demanded, looping Clint's left arm over his shoulder and gesturing for Bucky to do the same on his right.

As the three of them slowly made it back to the quinjet, Steve and Wanda moved to help Sam with the enhanced.

"I'm really fine," Clint complained, "this is all unnecessary."

Natasha glared at him from her spot next to the makeshift medical corner of the quinjet, pointing at the stretcher.

Bucky backed away, dipping out from under Clint's arm as Bruce helped him on to it, immediately beginning his medical checks.

Behind him, Natasha and Bucky talked indistinctly, backs turned to him. How inconsiderate.

Bruce moved back into his line of vision, stealing back his attention. "Any pain in your head?"

"No"

"That's a lie and you damn well know it. You're bleeding."

"Oh that? Yeah I guess it's a bit sore."

"I'm only trying to help Clint. The quicker you're truthful with me the quicker I can stop trying to probe you for answers."

"Right - sorry, doc."

"Any blurred vision? Nausea? Tingling?"

"Vision was blurred but is slightly better now and yeah, but I think it's cos I'm hungry. No tingling"

Bruce frowned, "Your pupils are blown, you have no balance - you have a concussion. Seems to be a mild one, but if you get any tingling or headache you tell me right away."

Clint saluted, "Yes sir."

Bruce rolled his eyes, though his smile remained kind. "Glad you're okay, Barton."

"Likewise!"

"So, doc - how long 'til he can have that promised nap?"

Bruce huffed, "The no sleep thing is a medical myth - you just have to be sure to wake him every 3 hours to check for any new symptoms."

"Bruce, I could kiss you."

"Don't."

The two laughed as Bruce retreated to the cockpit, Bucky replacing him by his side.

"All's good?"

"Like I said, I'm fit as a damn fiddle" Clint grinned, jumping off the stretcher with flair, only to pitch sideways. Bucky's arms wrapped around him once more, keeping him upright.

"Nothing wrong, huh?" he asked, raising his eyebrow unimpressed.

Clint cleared his throat, but made no effort to move. "Okay, so that's not completely true - but it's not life threatening so I'd call that a win."

Bucky laughed, "You know, I'm starting to think you just like my arms around you."

He shrugged coyly. "There are worse places to be."

Not expecting that reply, Bucky took a step back, arms loosening.

Clint immediately panicked. "I'm - that was stupid. I'm sorry."

"These arms..." Bucky trailed off, staring at his hands. "These hands. I've killed people with these hands. More than I can count -"

"You weren't in control -"

"They were still my actions. I did those things with the very arms you think -" he broke off, voice lowering to a whisper. "How can you think being in these arms is safe when you know how much blood they spilt."

Clint reached out, taking both of Bucky's hands into his. "These hands belong to you now, Buck. You're in control of them. You use them to fill out your stupid crossword puzzles - to steal my coffee. You used them today to save my life."

"I hurt you -"

"You saved me. I'd happily take a minor head wound over a stab wound any day."

"You're missing the point -"

"No. You're missing the point. You're a good person Bucky, and I'll say that as many times as it takes to make you believe me."

They stood there for a few more moments, Clint leaning against the stretcher for some support.

"Once more."

"Huh?"

Bucky finally looked up, meeting Clint's eyes. "Say it once more."

He smiled, reaching up and cupping Bucky's cheek in his hand. "You are a good person, Bucky."

"I - you'll need someone to watch over you for the next few hours..."

"It's a date." Clint smiled as Bucky's eyes widened, "You can kiss me now."

Bucky laughed, "You're bold when you're concussed."

"Hey, if I knew that I would've got a concussion earlier."

"Idiot."

Their lips finally met, smiling and warm.

They were going to be okay.

#whumptober 2023 #winterhawk #bucky/clint #bucky barnes #clint barton #whump #fluff #fluffy ending #the avengers #not mcu clint #comic!clint #prompt 1 #hopeful ending

[fmoe1997]

Hey all! Just posted a new fic today, some holiday hurt/comfort radiodust for my friend CarleyT as a part of our group's secret santa event!

Anthony invited his long-distance boyfriend, Alastor, to New York to spend Christmas Eve together. While the prospect of having him over filled him with the usual anxious flutters, older fears bubble just under the surface. A secret he had yet to divulge to his partner, one that could possibly destroy everything he had built between them.

Hope y'all enjoy! Link

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #radiodust #alastor #otp #fanfiction #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin angel dust #hazbin alastor #ao3 writer #writer on ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #secret santa #hurt/comfort #angst #fluff #fluffy ending

[destructionmylofe]

@badtnbcideas

What if Jack had gotten to Oogie Boogie's just a few seconds late and watched Santa and Sally fall into the stew...only for all of them to find out it wasn't stew, it was wassail (holiday drink very similar if not identical to cider).

And Sally would say something like "ugh...frog's breath" before trying to rescue Santa, because Oogie Boogie would know that the smell would give it away to him.

Then when they're in the pot, Santa would be impressed with the wassail but also really mad that he's all wet and cidery, so Oogie has Lock, Shock, and Barrel fill up the tub for him. Jack is flabbergasted and asks Oogie how he knew about wassail, and Oogie says some shitty pun like "I got a few bookworms in here" *pats tummy*.

Then after his bath, Santa goes off to salvage Christmas and Oogie tells him to call him if he needs pest control.

Then Lock, Shock, and Barrel refill the tub with wassail and they all go wassailing through Halloweentown, the end. The vampires think it needs more blood. Oogie thinks it needs more worms---and there are already some worms in it, because he used wormy apples. No one is phased but the audience.

I think that would have been a more stereotypically disney-esque ending.

#tnbc #oogie boogie #jack skellington #lock shock and barrel #headcanon #fluffy ending #wassail

[my-moony-and-padfoot]

We'll be okay, I promise

TW: nothing? Please do tell if there's something I should warn about with this one

Word count: 3 100

The idea for this fic was from a post by @breakmyheartwolfstar :)

He leaned against the cold wall, closing his eyes and taking in a sharp breath. It did nothing to help the pain, it never did, and he knew that, but at least he didn’t have to look his mother in the eyes when the next hit would come. Sirius whimpered quietly when the next wave of the piercing pain hit him directly onto the chest, he clutched at it, eventually falling to the ground from the force of the tremors and pain. Walburga had laughed. High-pitched and self-satisfied, it sounded like she was enjoying the view of watching her own son suffer. Maybe she did enjoy it.

The rest of the evening was a blur, he couldn’t really tell what was happening. There were flashing lights, incoherent words that he somehow through the fog recognized being the voices of his parents, possibly Regulus too? He couldn’t be entirely sure, Sirius wasn’t sure if he wanted to know. His head was spinning, and it was difficult to keep himself upright when he finally got the chance to stand up, though he was pushed right back down. Everything hurt, there wasn’t a single part of his body that didn’t, he was sure he was bleeding too, though he couldn’t tell where the blood could be coming from.

It felt like hours, days even until it stopped, and he was left alone, or at least he thought so. The voices around him had stopped, at least for a moment it was quiet. It was the type where you acknowledge all the smallest of sounds, making you on edge at all times, scared something might happen. There was only the quiet echo of his mother's laugh ringing in his ears, but Sirius was sure it wasn’t actually there; just his mind playing tricks on him. He hadn’t yet found the strength to open his eyes to check though, so they might just as well still be there, he hoped they weren’t, though.

“Leave,” The sudden sound of her voice made him jump, and his eyes snap open, barely seeing her through the blurriness of his vision, but he could somehow make out the outline of her figure standing in front of him, hovering over him in a way that made his whole body go rigid. Even though he could barely see or move, he still followed the command, slowly standing up, his legs barely carrying his weight. He didn’t want to know what would happen if he didn’t, something would. Something always happens. “And, don’t come back.”

Sirius didn’t even look at her, he had understood the message loud and clear. He gripped on every possible surface for support as he walked, the back of a chair, the railing on the stairs, his knuckles turning white as he took a break to gather strength to continue. He leaned against the walls, swaying from side to side in the narrow hallway, when he finally made his way outside, he collapsed at the front steps, leaning against the door, breathing heavily. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, hear it in his ears, and it drove him mad. He just wanted for the noise to stop. Even for a moment. He needed to get out, he had to leave; hopefully his wand was still in his pocket. He eventually managed to get up, though he still felt like he might fall over at any point as he walked.

It was raining, it felt refreshing on his burning skin as he made his way down the street. When he got to an underpass, he leaned against the cold stone wall, trying to think what he should do. Remus lived too far away, and he wasn’t even entirely sure if he was home at the moment. Peter lived closest, but he was away on a holiday, and he didn’t want to go there anyway, he knew Peter wouldn’t understand. James didn’t live close either, he had walked there a few times, but it had been summer, and he wasn’t tripping over his feet every other step.

He could apparate there, technically. It would put him at the risk of being expelled from school, but maybe the ministry would understand? Maybe he could somehow sort it out? Though that would mean he’d have to explain everything, and more people would know, maybe he could leave that part out? He’d have time to worry about that later. James was his only option though, unless he wanted to stay outside, which he really didn’t want to do either. Euphemia and Fleamont were nice, so maybe they would understand if he showed up at their doorstep in the middle of the night.

Apparating made him feel even more dizzy, almost losing his balance when he landed at the Potter’s driveway, taking some time to gather his balance again. No lights were on, at least from what he could see, which wasn’t that much. But still, he knocked onto the door once he got there, hoping it was loud enough for somebody to hear. It took a few minutes before the door opened, he must’ve been a pathetic sight to see, if Euphemia’s expression was anything to go by.

“Sirius, dear, what happened?” She asked, ushering him inside and immediately leading him to the living room sofa, afraid he would pass out. Just that simple question said with so much care and kindness made the floodgates open, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed. He wasn’t sure what he could even respond to that. There were no words that could explain the incredible pain he was feeling, nothing that could explain what had happened well enough for someone to understand what it all meant. He wasn’t even sure himself.

“No, no, no.” He found himself saying, glancing up only to see the confusion in her expression, but nothing coherent enough left his mouth. He found himself repeating the same sentences over and over again, as if it would start to make more sense if he repeated it. “T-they know, they know. I- They know. They can’t- It’s- no.”

“Shh, it’s okay.” Euphemia whispered, interrupting his anxious rambling. “That’s not important now, you can explain later.” Sirius just nodded feverishly, burying his face into his hands. “I’m going to get something to patch you up. You don’t look too good, I’ll be right back.”

Before she could get up, though, Sirius spoke. “Jamey, where-? I-”

“Upstairs. Monty went to get him, don’t worry, Sirius. He’ll come down soon.” Sirius nodded again, looking around confusedly before his eyes focused on James standing at the doorway, giving him a sad smile as he walked over.

“Couldn’t wait until the morning, could you?” He teased, adjusting his glasses and running a hand through his hair as he sat down next to Sirius on the sofa. Sirius apologized quietly, not fully catching the playful tone of voice, wiping his eyes as he looked at James. “Y’know, that’s not what I meant. C’mere, you look like you need a hug.”

…

“Who knows?” Remus asked quietly, leaning his head into his hands as he looked at Sirius who was sitting on the bed, while he was in the armchair in the corner of the guest bedroom at the Potters. Sirius shook his head after a moment of thinking. “Who knows, Sirius?”

“Is that important?” He asked, glancing up. Remus didn’t look annoyed or angry, but rather disappointed and upset, which somehow was even worse than just being yelled at. It made him feel even worse about what had happened, about what had led to this in the first place. It was all his fault. “After w-what happened, I-. That's all you wanna know? What the hell does that matter?”

“It does.”

“How?” He whispered, picking on his fingernails, trying his best not to cry, or start an argument because he really didn't want that, but it seemed like Remus didn't care, he was so focused that it made him ignore all the signs that usually tipped him off. For once, Sirius wished he’d notice. “I don't understand.”

“I don't understand how you could let this happen.” Remus answered, making him take a sharp breath in, though he didn't notice, or care. Sirius wasn't sure. “How could you possibly be so stupid? You promised t-”

“I didn't mean to.” He said, shaking his head. “Rem, I swear I didn't mean to. It was an accident. I'd never-”

“I don't believe you. How could that happen?” Sirius nodded slightly, mouth hanging open as he looked at the ground, swallowing past the lump in his throat trying to figure out something to say, but no words would come out, they just got stuck halfway. He could feel himself starting to shake even more; it wasn’t just the aftermath of the spells used the night before, it was something else too. He didn’t understand why Remus was acting this way, maybe he had done something seriously wrong? Maybe he had deserved everything that happened, maybe it was only fair.

“M-mum and dad.” Sirius whispered, the events replaying clear as day in his mind as he thought back to it. “I-i don’t know how they- They know.” he said, reaching up to wipe his eyes on his sleeve before going back to hugging himself as tightly as he possibly could. He really wanted to be alone now. The one person he thought would make it all, at least a little better, made him want to just be alone.

“Mm, ‘cause they’re definitely the best people to know about this, aren’t they?” That felt like a stab in the heart, it hurt more than anything he had endured at the hands of his mother. It was a different kind of pain. “I guess Effie and fleamont know as well?” Sirius nodded quickly, still not daring to look at Remus. He didn’t want to be yelled at, again. Maybe he deserved it, though? “Do you realize how bad this is? Everyone’s gonna fucking know Sirius. Everyone. Does Regulus know?”

“I don’t know.” He cried, shaking his head. “I don’t- Remus, I-i really don’t know. I-” He was tripping over his words as he cried, breathing getting quicker as he tried to think. “I fucked up. I fucked up, I-i know. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to, I promise. It w-was an accident. I swear. They- they. You don’t understand. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Rem. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry.”

Shit. “No, Sirius. I'm sorry-” He said, trying to correct his behaviour, he should've reacted in a entirely different way. He didn't mean for this to happen, of course he didn't. Sirius slowly looked up, wiping his eyes and hiccuping as more tears continued to trail down.

“I didn't mean to…” Sirius whispered weakly, shattering Remus’ heart into pieces. “I promise.”

“I know.” He said, trying to get his voice to be as soft and gentle as he could. He didn’t want to make Sirius feel even worse. “I know you didn't mean to. I'm so sorry.”

“Can I have a hug?” Sirius asked quietly after a moment of silence, taking him by surprise. After all he had said, he still wanted to be closed. He still wanted Remus, even when it was part of the reason he was feeling so horrible. “Please, moons?”

“Baby.” He whispered, slowly standing up and wrapping his arms around Sirius when he got up as well. He hid his face into Remus' chest, clinging on as if he would just disappear. “I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. Not now. That could've waited. I'm so sorry.”

“ ‘s okay.” Sirius mumbled. “I get it.”

“No. It's not okay. Don't say it is.” Sirius only nodded. “It's- Sirius something really bad happened to you and I should've been there for you- I shouldn’t have said what I did, it’s not fair to you.” He cleared his throat as tears started to burn in his eyes and a breath got caught in his throat. “I'm sorry.”

They fell silent after that, it wasn't uncomfortable, both just taking a moment to calm down. Remus swayed them gently, rubbing Sirius back to try to comfort him the best he could. Sirius just let himself be wrapped in the warm embrace, feeling like everything was okay for a moment; the tremors were gone and so was all the pain, physically and mentally. He felt better, for a moment, forgetting everything that had happened. He always felt better with Remus.

He listened to Remus' calm breathing, finding comfort in the way his hand went up and down his back slowly in the same way it always did when he was with Remus. It was calm and gentle, a ghost of a touch compared to what other people did, it was so familiar and comforting. When he felt Remus' lips press against the top of his head, that too, soft and gentle, made him feel at home. It was a simple gesture, but it meant so much more, especially now. It was a simple expression of love, but it said all the things that were left unsaid for now.

I'm sorry Remus had whispered again, but Sirius just shook his head, pressing himself even closer to him, It's okay.

It took a long while until the pair pulled apart, only to look at each other, Sirius reached up to wipe away the tears with his sleeve. Remus smiled slightly, leaning down to rest his forehead against Sirius' who let his eyes flutter closed, feeling safe with him. He finally felt safe.

“Do you want to talk?” Remus asked after a moment, kissing his forehead before looking at him, Sirius opened his eyes, looking up at him.

“I don't know.” Remus nodded. “Wanna sleep.”

“Okay. Do you-”

“Stay.” He chuckled quietly, getting a smile out of Sirius, it was small, but it was a smile. Eventually, they broke the embrace to get settled in bed, Remus sat down with his back against the headboard, Sirius sat down next to him at first, resting his head on Remus' shoulder. But eventually ended up with his head resting on his chest, curled up to him the best he could. Remus played with his hair, twirling the curls around his fingers, holding his hand with the other. Sirius closed his eyes, he wanted to sleep. He hadn't slept last night, but he couldn't find himself to fall asleep. There was still so much on his mind, and the pain was starting to break through whatever bliss he had fallen to.

“What hurts, love?” Remus asked quietly, as if reading his mind.

“Everything,” Sirius whispered, sounding defeated. “My chest hurts, and I'm all shaky.” He said, and Remus nodded, shifting so he could rub at his side gently, prompting him to continue. “My head hurts too.”

“Have you slept at all?”

“Maybe an hour.”

“Okay.” He whispered into his hair. “Can I help, baby?” Sirius shrugged, rubbing his nose onto Remus' jumper for a moment. He wasn't sure if he was just getting rid of an itch or if it was an affectionate gesture, but he didn't mind either one.

“They all know.” Sirius whispered after a while of silence. “I'm sorry, Remus. I promised it wouldn't happen.”

“It's okay, Sirius.” He said, though he wasn't sure if it would be okay, he shouldn't be mad at Sirius for that. It wasn't his fault. “It'll be okay. We'll be okay.”

“What if we won't be? It's my fault. I don't- Re, I don't want anything to happen to us.”

“Me neither.”

“I fucked up again.” Remus shook his head. “I'm so sorry.”

“Shh, it's okay, love.” He didn't answer, but a tear fell down anyway, Remus just reached to wipe it away before continuing. “You didn't fuck up, nothing will happen to us, nothing, I promise.”

“But- People?” He said. “They're not supposed to know.”

“Maybe it'll be okay. Effie and Monty won't do anything, neither will James. They're good people, Siri.” Sirius nodded. “It'll be okay.”

“Yeah.”

“I'm so sorry I got mad at you.” Remus whispered quietly. “I panicked, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have.”

“It's okay moony.” He said. “It happens.”

“It shouldn't.” Sirius just shrugged. “Do you wanna talk about it? About what happened yesterday?” He tensed up slightly, but nodded anyway, slowly calming down. “If you don't want to, we don't have to talk. We can just sleep, whatever you want.”

“It's okay.” Remus nodded, waiting patiently as Sirius took a moment before he started. “I don't know how they- they found out. I really don't know… I might've slipped it, sorry.” He whispered, starting to draw shapes into Remus' side with his finger to distract himself. “She got really angry with me, so did dad.”

“They- um they used the spell on me. It hurts so much, rem. I hate it, and they just kept on doing it. I was so scared.” his voice wavered with unshed tears and fear, but he kept on. “They a-always threaten with it… I didn't think they'd actually do it. She told me to leave, if I wouldn't, s-something bad would happen.”

“That- that's horrible, love.” Sirius just nodded. “I don't know what to say.”

“Don't have to say anything.” He said. “It just hurts.” He said, wiping his eyes before taking Remus’ hand back into his. “I always fuck up.”

“You didn't fuck up.”

“Remus?” He hummed, running his hand through Sirius' hair, waiting for him to continue. “Do you promise…? That we'll be okay.”

“I do.” Remus whispered, kissing his head. “We'll be okay, Sirius.” He nodded, a small smile flashing on his features.

“Can we talk more tomorrow? I'm tired, Rem.” Remus nodded. “Thank you.”

They were quiet again for a long while, falling into that comfortable place wheqre it was just them, only them, with no worries about what was outside. They could just be, and not care about what had happened. Remus gently nudged his forehead with his nose, a silent ask for Sirius to look at him. He did, sleepy eyes gazing up at his boyfriend, smiling slightly as he leaned up to give him a kiss. It was soft and warm, just full of love. “I love you, moony.” Sirius whispered quietly, against his lips.

“I love you too.” He whispered back, giving him another kiss before Sirius rested his head back down, tucking it underneath his chin, getting as comfortable as he could. He closed his eyes, smiling as Remus pulled the blanket over them. “Sleep, baby. I'll be here to keep you safe, yeah? Nothing to worry about.”

A/N:

Hello :)

Hopefully you enjoyed this one as much as I enjoyed writing it and that it all made sense at least somehow. Any weird things going and grammar mistakes we are blaming on writing this mostly at two am, okay? We're not blaming it on me

Also, I'm horrible at writing fighting scenes so I always try to resolve it quickly. I personally hate arguments so I avoid writing them, but I still hoped it worked out even tho it was quite short

I also have a small fic written for Remus' birthday 👀

Hopefully you're doing well :) If you aren't, I really hope it gets better soon <3. Have a good day/night/morning? Idk whatever time it is. Maybe probably see you around somewhere?

<3

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[alex-dontknow]

Soft Care.

Characters: Tabi (FnF: EX Boyfriend) and Gender-Neutral Reader.

Story type: Hurt/comfort —> Fluff

Relationship: can be seen as platonic or romantic.

Author's note: this was originally written as a romantic x Reader, but adjustments have been made to make it more versatile. The original is up on Ao3 under the same name.

@taterswithranch

"Any idea what ya want for dinner?" you called from the kitchen as you sorted plates and glasses into each respective cabinet. You winced as a plate made a particularly loud clang before adding, "I can order in if you'd like!"

"I do not care," Tabi's voice replied from the living room, just audible over the noise of you stacking dishes, "get whatever. I'm not fussy."

After tidying the last of the dishes into the cupboards, you went directly to the lounge to hopefully strike a conversation with the skull-headed man sat on your couch. He was sat back against the cushions with his arms folded, staring down at his lap with a deadpan expression. You internally sighed.

It was only a day after Tabi moved in with you. You has spent months to gain his trust after finding him battered and broken in an alleyway, freshly stripped of his career and body. The image of him shaking with tears and wrapped in that dusty, dirty blanket tugged at your heartstrings, and you never wanted to see him like that again.

Your friendship was rocky, but quite close. Tabi was tolerant of your gags and affection, but always pushed you off of him whenever you got a little too touchy. You respected that of course, considering what he had went through. When you finally offered for him to officially move in with you instead of bouncing across motels, he was understandably quite suspicious.

However, after you promised and swore up and down that you genuinely wanted him with you for the sake of giving him a home (it surprisingly took much less persuasion than anticipated,) he accepted!! You could even see his golden eyes glow a slight pinkish hue. The sight of his eyes gleaming with happiness and tears would always make you smile every time you remembered that heartfelt memory... although it was only yesterday.

Returning to the present, you casually dropped down onto the couch next to him, crossing your legs and leaning back onto the cushions. You looked down at the ex-musician next to you and go to place your hand on his shoulder. Unfortunately he saw your hand and flinched away, frowning a little. You also frowned, but in confusion.

"I just–" Tabi spoke up gruffly, relaxing again, "... don't really like to be touched anymore."

"Why not?" You asked gently, sitting up to look at Tabi in the eye. He shifted uncomfortably, tugging his hoodie zipper as he replied, shrugging.

"I never did after the uh..." his voice faltered.

"... that night."

Your heart sank. It was understandable in the long run that Tabi wouldn't like to get affectionate or super-close with anyone, especially in light of what that family had done to him. The Dearests. Simply hearing the name aloud or in your own head made your blood boil. How dare they do this to such a kind individual?

"I get that," you replied. Tabi only blinked at your response, averting his gaze slightly. Suddenly you get an idea– a somewhat risky one at that, but you hoped it would be worthwhile.

Slowly, you inched your hand towards Tabi's face. The skull-headed man instantly went to move away, but you interrupted him.

"Please, stay still... just trust me." You flashed him a gentle, reassuring smile as you moved closer and closer to the side of his skull.

Tabi squeezed his eyes shut in fearful anticipation, you could see the skull tremble ever so slightly as your hand drew nearer until it lightly cupped the side of his face. He squeaked a little once he felt your warm palm against his cheek, your thumb gently stroking the bone underneath his eyes.

"I'm not trying to do anything extreme or hurtful, Tabi," you reassured him, "I only wanted to try something."

Tabi sat there, processing the sensation on his left cheek for a solid ten seconds. You were unsure what he would do in response. Would he stay there, or would he push you away again and leave?

But, as luck would have it, the former occurred. Tabi actually leaned into your palm, the cold side of his nose resting against the heel of your thumb as he closed his eyes. His entire expression was so soft, much unlike the Tabi you talked to shy of one minute ago. You could feel his warm breath against your palm, making you smile as a sense of accomplishment bubbled up inside of you.

"I told'ya it would feel nice," you said quietly, chuckling softly as you watched a light amount of blush dust his cheeks as he melted into your hand.

Perhaps you both stayed like that for a minute, maybe two, but a quiet sniffle snapped you back into reality. Tabi's eyes were looking back up at you, brimming and sparkling with tears. His hand shakily rose upwards to hold your wrist, keeping your hand in place.

"... I, uh..." his voice was soft, trembling and cracking from holding in the tears, "... I-I didn't realize how much I needed this..."

Sympathy swelled inside your chest as you embraced the ex-musician, wrapping your arms around his torso and pulling him close to your chest. He shivered considerably at the sudden rush of feeling all over his body, but sunk into your arms and wrapped his own around your torso. Considering you were at least five inches taller than the skull man, hugging him was no difficult chore. You even felt triumphant that he allowed you to embrace him like this.

You rubbed tender circles into Tabi's back as you heard him begin to weep into your chest, quiet but pitiful sobs muffled by your shirt. No doubt the tears would stain the fabric, but that was the least of your concerns. All you cared about in the moment was making sure he felt safe, comforted and trusted. You didn't expect Tabi to be so starved of affection.

Starved of love.

Starved of... touch.

"... Listen to me, Tabi..." you spoke gently, lifting the ex-musician's face up with your hands and cupping both of his cheeks. "I promise, I swear that I will always stay with you. I want you to know that I will never repeat history. I will never do what she did. I love you, Tabi, and I will never let you get hurt like that ever again."

Tabi whimpered softly, his response coming out as a whisper.

"... Promise...?"

You nodded. "Promise."

Something repeatedly slapped into your thigh, prompting you to look down in curiosity. You exhaled in pleasant surprise as you saw a small, soft tail the same colour as his skull wag gently against your leg. Suppressing a wholesome squeal, you grinned and looked down at the short man in your arms.

"Several months of getting to know ya," you remarked playfully, "and I never knew you had a tail."

Tabi made a quiet noise and hugged you tighter, "Didn't feel it was necessary to tell."

You chuckled. "What urged the change of heart, then?"

"... trust you, now ... and you like it..."

"You're right," you smile and pat the back of his head gently, "I love it."

The little tail wagged even more at those last three words as Tabi made a happy squeak, cuddling into your chest. You giggled and gave him a gentle headpat.

An idea suddenly arose in your head.

"Hey, hear me out on this..."

You never anticipated that a vast majority of the snacks and fizzy sodas in the kitchen would be pulled out for one single night. However, in light of your current circumstances, you could not care less as you held Tabi close and watched the corny series play out on the TV. You both had already burnt through a two-litre bottle of cola and a shared bag of Doritos, but you were both warm and happy as you laid there on the couch, draped in a cozy blanket.

You briefly glanced down at Tabi, noticing how his eyes glowed a more vibrant pinkish hue. The man now laid in your arms, his skull nestled against the crook of your neck.

"Were your eyes always that pink?" you asked playfully, watching Tabi freeze up. He made an irritated grumble as he buried himself into your chest, pulling the blanket up further over his shoulders.

" N-No ..."

You giggled and lifted his face up, pressing a gentle, tender kiss to his forehead. Despite the blanket weighing it down, you could see his little tail begin to wag in happiness again.

"... Y/N...?"

"Hm..?"

"... I don't want this moment to end..."

"Neither do I, Tabi..."

"... please don't leave me..."

Those last few words made you feel incredible sympathy as Tabi's arms tightened around you, hearing him whine quietly. You reached a hand up to stroke the back of his head in smooth motions, whispering reassuring words into his ear.

"I'm not gonna leave ya, Tabs. I promise."

Both your words and the comforting strokes of your hand elicited a short, soft sound similar to a cat's purr from the ex-musician's throat as he snuggled into your chest, practically clinging to you like a baby koala. You chuckled and headpatted him even more, kissing his forehead once again. His tail wagged even harder, much to your delight.

"... I love you..." you heard him mumble. Smiling, you hold him close and give one last kiss on the forehead as you feel him slowly drift off to sleep against your neck, his breaths soft against your collar.

"Love ya too, Tabs."

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[echos-girlfriend]

Fives angst please!

Howdy!

Of course lovely!!

Who’s Krell?

Fives x reader

Master list

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Warnings: angst, fives talks about Umbara.. has mild panic attack/PTSD attack.. has a good/fluffy ending

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The ships landed on the docking bay and you county contain yourself. You ran to five’s ship with your arms open.

But you stopped when you saw him. His face hung low.. so did his brothers.

“F-fives? What’s wrong?”

You opened your arms again and he practically fell into them. You offered to take him back to your room and he accepted..

“Fives? Please tell what’s wrong”

“I-I can’t”

“Why-“

“Because it’s classified! If I tell you.. y-you could get in trouble! You can’t know about krell!”

He immediately covered his mouth. You were taken aback by his sudden change in mood. He was now an anxiety ridden man. Shaking and sweating.

”who’s Krell?”

“..he was my general.. d-during the Umbara mission.”

You sat down and urged Fives to sit with you. He sat down slowly.

“He was… he made us attack other clones. A-and tried to kill us and he-“

“Fives.. calm down my love. Look at me. He’s not here right now.”

“N-no.. and he never will be.. he’s dead”

You pulled him into your chest and held him tightly. You knew that asking him for more information would only make him worse.

“You’re here now. You’re safe.. I’ve got you and I wont let anything happen to you. I promise my love.”

“You p-promise?”

“Of course I do”

You hugged you tightly and silently sobbed onto your shoulder.

“Don’t you ever leave me cyar’ika.. I don’t know what I’d do!”

“You better not leave me either Fives.. I love you too much”

“I love you too Mesh’la”

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(It is short but I can do more Fives fives whenever you want my lovely!)

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[worriedvision]

Misunderstandings - Zhongli

Gender neutral reader, angst with a happy ending! Mentions an npc in Liyue. Kind of suggestive at the end

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You had been talking to Zhongli for a while now, working towards confessing your feelings for him. From his actions, you felt like he returned your feelings, sometimes even making an effort to treat you to dinner instead of making you pay every time. 

Lately, though, he’s been very busy with work. You tried to catch him in the moments he was eating his lunch, but he always conveniently was going right back to work when you begin to walk towards him. It gave you the chance to plan out a confession, which was nice, but now you were beginning to question if you did something wrong. Perhaps Zhongli realised you were into him, and he became uncomfortable. Surely he would have told you to knock it off though, right?

Right?

 The next day, you’re working, and a woman walks into the store, looking to purchase a gift of sorts. She approaches you asking for help, and you give your best effort to pick out a really good gift. 

“Oh, your husband must be looking forward to seeing you again.” Your boss pipes up, the woman nodding and smiling.

“Zhongli’s been hard at work lately, we’ve finally gotten a good time to be together for once. It’s going to be so nice to see him again.” She responds. You manage to hide your surprise, simply smiling before you ask your boss to help out solely because they probably had a better idea for gifts. 

Heading into the staff room, you have to tell yourself to keep it together. You and Zhongli were not official, hell you only thought he liked you back. Maybe you jump to conclusions too quickly when it comes to Zhongli, maybe he became distant because you couldn’t see he only saw you as a friend.  You hear your boss call you back, and you nod, working through the rest of the shift before you head straight home.

--

After a few days, you realise you couldn’t stop thinking romantically about your friend. No matter what you tried, you always went back to thinking of how dreamy he was to you, how gentlemanly he is. His wife was a very lucky woman, you knew. You couldn’t will yourself to be jealous about the woman, knowing she makes her husband happy. Knowing it would be inappropriate to admit your feelings to a taken man, you do everything you can to avoid him. 

There’s times when you see him, and you almost start to walk to him, only to stop yourself when you remember he was in a relationship. You don’t let yourself look too long, merely a second, and you don’t look back when you begin to walk. You think he called out to you, but you don’t let yourself respond. You knew you couldn’t just go back to before, when you didn’t flirt with him, and you believe you merely thought up the concept of him calling out for you. 

Back at work, you see Hu Tao walking in, looking at some of the goods the shop had to offer. She waves you over, asking for your help, and you fail to prepare for the confrontation from her.

“So, what happened between you and the old man?” She whispers, giggling when you jump back at the question. 

“What do you mean?” You ask, looking at the goods in front of the both of you. 

Hu Tao hides her mouth behind her hand, holding back a sinister smile, before brushing it off, pointing at a random trinket and saying she’d take it. 

The day after that, Zhongli walks into the shop. Instead of pretending to look at the goods, however, he walks directly to you.

“It’s been a while, my dear friend.” He smiles warmly, clearly in a good mood. 

“Yes, it has been.” You reply curtly. 

Zhongli raises a brow, confused as to what he has done. Yes, he’s been working hard the past few days, but he had a very good explanation. 

“Could you tell me what’s happened? I would like to reassure you of anythi-”

“You’re a married man, Zhongli.” You spit out, making direct eye contact with him. “It’s horrible for you to two time a loving wife.” 

Zhongli grows even more confused than before, unsure of what happened. 

“I don’t have a wi-”

“Yes you do, I saw her shopping for a gift for you!” You snap at him, your boss emerging to see what had caused you to burst at a customer. “She loves you, and your way of saying thanks is by flirting with someone else and spending no time with her!”

Zhongli tilts his head, thoroughly confused.

“Dear, I have been single for-”

“Oh, don’t lie to me.” You growl out, still not realising your boss was hearing you talk poorly to a customer. “I thought you were better than that, Zhongli. It’s disgusting that you of all people would cheat on your wife.”

Zhongli tries to talk, but you keep stopping him. After a few harsh words, he lets out a shaky sigh before walking out, bidding you farewell. You turn around, only to gasp when you see your boss standing right there, arms crossed and a scowl to match. 

“What was that?” Your boss states. You tell your boss about the news that the woman from earlier was married to this man, and your boss stops you.

“She’s married to Zhonglin.” Your boss explains. “Not Zhongli.” 

You fall silent, realising you had just snapped at your friend and crush because you misheard a name. 

“Oh god.” You clasp your mouth, staring at the ground as it dawns on you that you had hurt Zhongli deeply because of a misunderstanding. You had given him a cold shoulder when he tried to get your attention, and to top it off you accused him of a crime he was innocent of. “I’m sorry. I thought- oh no.”

Your boss stops scowling, seeing you finally figure out Zhonglin was the husband, not Zhongli.  They seem to realise that Zhongli was the person you were interested in, and you were hurt when you incorrectly came to the conclusion you were the other person. Resting a hand on your shoulder, they think up a plan to make this situation right.

--

The next day, Zhongli is having his lunch, sitting at a table across from a happy couple. 

“Oh, dear, this is a lovely gift!” Zhonglin smiles earnestly at his wife, who had been returning the smiles. 

“I’m glad you liked it. The person who served me helped me figure out what you’d like best, so I can’t take all the credit.” The wife chuckles, a blush growing on her face. 

Zhongli finds himself wishing he had someone he could have that with. He wanted that someone to be you, but you had made it clear to him you ‘knew’ about something that never was. Closing his eyes, he takes a sip of his tea, only to feel someone sit across from him. He opens his eyes, to see your boss. 

“Ah, good afternoon.” Zhongli states, a casual face.

“Sir, I want to apologise how my employee talked to you yesterday.” Your boss responds. 

Zhongli smiles sadly, wishing he could just stop thinking about you. 

“I want to clear up the misunderstanding.” Your boss stops Zhongli from brushing off the apology. “In fact, the woman behind us can back my words up.”

--

Zhongli looks surprised at the husband, who shares the same look. 

“You are Zhonglin?” 

“Yes, I take it you have a similar name?”

“Zhongli.” 

Zhongli processes the information. 

So it wasn’t that you heard a rumour of him being unfaithful, nor was it you seeing him with someone else, but it was something as simple as a name. He can’t help but find a bit of humour in it, but he doesn’t laugh due to the fear that you wouldn’t believe it.

“Thank you for allowing me to clear this up.” The boss thanks the happy couple before turning back to Zhongli, leaving them to enjoy the day.

“Shortly after you left, I made sure to correct _.” Your boss continues, before standing up. “They are at work right now, if you still with to talk to them.”

--

You finish serving a customer, only to look up when someone else enters the shop. Seeing Zhongli again, you find yourself wanting to apologise to him for your harsh words, for accusing him of something he didn’t do. Managing to stop yourself from crying, you do your best to continue stocking the shelves that needed more stock. You feel him behind you, and he rests a hand on your shoulder to get your attention. 

You have no idea what you can say to make things right. You want to tell him you jumped to a stupid conclusion, that you still don’t think poorly of him. You knew in your heart Zhongli valued those he loves too much. 

“Take a walk with me, please.” Zhongli requests. You see your boss put up an enthusiastic pair of thumbs, mouthing good luck, and you nod.

Zhongli basks in the joy of knowing he still had a chance to confess to you, but you were fearing the idea of him telling you he no longer wanted to associate with you. It only made sense, considering how horrible you were to him. 

“Lovely day today.” Zhongli tries to fish out a comment, anything from you. He looks over at you, only to see you biting your lip. “I saw Zhonglin today.”

You dart your head up to him, looking to see your boss had seemed to fix the mistake you did. You hold Zhongli’s hands, hoping to keep him from walking away from you so you could make it up to him by reassuring him you didn’t think poorly of him, that you were emotional in the moment.

“I am so sorry.” You begin, Zhongli waiting for you to continue. “I misheard the name, I thought it was you, and I deeply insulted your character. I shouldn’t have called you disgusting, and I don’t know how to make it up to you.” You tear up at the end, Zhongli squeezing your hands. He pulls you in, hugging you, and he begins to respond.

“I should have told you I picked up more work, but if I did so it would have blown my cover.” Zhongli responds. “I was hoping to court you, to properly begin a relationship with you. Last night, I couldn’t help but fear someone was trying to lie to you. Upon realising the actual reason you lashed out at me, I was reassured that nobody had led you to the idea of me cheating - it had simply been a very similarly named man.” 

You let a sigh of relief out, before you look up at him, still in his arms. 

“If you’re treating me to dinner, I’m going to have to find a way to reassure you how much I love you.” You explain, Zhongli placing his hands on your shoulders.

“I’m sure we can think of some ideas.”

#gender neutral reader #zhongli x gender neutral reader #zhonglin #zhongli #angst #fluffy ending #suggestive

[minim236]

god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be

epilogue + interview edit

Edwina shatters, hard. So all that is left to do is make a deal with the devil (well, her grandparents aren’t that bad) to find herself and know who she is without her mother and sister.

or Edwina’s hot girl summer as she thinks she’s doing the best thing for Kate and leaving the country.

#added epilogue #fic update #edwina sharma #prince friedrich #edwina x prince frederich #modern bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #fluff #fluffy ending #wedding fic #kate sharma #mary sharma #simon basset #bridgerton #bridgerton fic