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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Little Soldier Boy

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, injury, established relationship, teasing, flirting, purring, growling, tail shenanigans, cuddles, size difference, injured!Neteyam, human!Reader

Word count: 1k

Ao3

A/N: Neteyam is a pretty tough guy but sometimes he really needs to think of himself more.

You knew he had a mission today. Not a dangerous one but that didn't stop you from pacing back and forth in your room, waiting to hear how it went. But you knew you were needed here. As one of the few humans that the Na'vi actually got along with, and one of the same age as Neteyam and therefore part of the friend group, you knew that they'd all be more worried if you were out there.

A dead medic is of no use to anyone. Besides you only handled severe cases in times of emergency, and you were still learning.

Still it was getting so late... maybe you should go and check things out in the hideout. Usually Spider would have come back by now, unless... something was really wrong.

You were already scared from imagining terrible scenarios, the knock on your bedroom window made you jump and shriek in alarm. You turned to the source of the sound to see Neteyam smiling and waiving at you. With a pretty bad but on his chest and shoulder.

"Neteyem!" You took a deep breath and held it long enough to open the window and for him to slip inside.

"Hey love, and how's my favorite doctor tonight?" He stood to full height and tilted his head to the side, smiling like he wasn't bleeding on half of his body. You pressed your lips tight together and walked behind him to tug on his tail, "Ow! That hurts!" He jumped around to look at you, growling in defense.

"And the gash on your chest and shoulder don't?!" You pointed to the floor where there were now fresh drops of blood. "Sit down and let me look at you before I decide to break up."

He gasped dramatically putting his good hand over the good side of his chest, "Over a little scratch? And here I was, ready to ask you on a romantic date under the stars." He blew you a little playful kiss.

Neteyam never let you fall when you flew with him. He always had you in front of him, with both his arms secure at your sides. Which meant that he could not do so right now. Not that you doubted he would still keep you safe, even now, you knew he'd give his life for you with no hesitation. It was honestly what scared you the most and drove you to learn faster.

"Not with those cuts you aren't. Why didn't you go back to get them patched up? Your mom's gonna kill you when she finds out, you know that right?" You walked over to get your medical kit and motioned for him to take a seat on your bed. You're gonna have to ask for a bigger one if Neteyam keeps growing at this rate, he's already quite a bit taller then you despite being the same age.

"She won't. I've listened to enough stories about her and dad. She'll understand. I just really wanted to see my mate, my family will understand." He took your hand in his and brought it to his lips before you could start cleaning his wound, "I missed you."

Your heart melted at his show of affection. He always did it, and your heart always reacted the same. It was dumb really, it was just a kiss on the back of your hand yet it made you swoon for him, made you forget your anger.

"I missed you too. What happened anyway? I thought it was a scouting mission today." You focused back on disinfecting his wound. Neteyam hissed when the sharp sting of alcohol hit him.

"It was. We had trouble on the way back. Got in too close to one solder and he got a few lucky slashes in me. They're not that deep though. You should see him." No, you actually didn't want to. You could tell by Neteyam's cocky attitude that he was the victor of the fight.

"You should have went back with the others. There might have been more soldiers around." He rolled his eyes, muscles twitching as you started sowing up the cut.

"I could yeah. And then I wouldn't see you until morning. Gah! Hey, are actually trying to hurt me now?" He hissed in pain, willing himself to hold still for you.

"You big baby." You smiled at him and kissed the area of his shoulder just above the cut.

His eyes widened, a smile pulling on his lips. He let you work, watching you the whole while, his smile never fading. From the corner of your eyes you could see his tail lightly tapping along on the bed, his leg propped up on the edge.

As finished your work in silence, only occasionally interrupted by Neteyam kissing your knuckles he suddenly gasped again, "Shit! Ah, I just remembered, I have one more injury you need to look at." He seemed genuinely alarmed, which in turn made you alarmed. You didn't see any other places he was bleeding from. It wasn't an internal one was it? Just before you went into full panic mode Neteyam laughed and pulled you into him, topping across the bed, "This cut on my lip."

Narrowing your eyes you could indeed see a small cut the corner of his upper lip, "You! You big jerk!" You slapped his good shoulder, trying to squirm away from his embrace but his hold was as strong as ever, "I thought there was something really wrong."

"There is." He cupped your cheek, or rather the side of your whole face, "It hurts because you haven't kissed it yet." He whispered, following it up with a deep purr.

Your face softened from his words, getting a little hotter then moments before. Well he still had his sense of humor, so he probably wasn't gonna die of his injuries if he spend the night here. Although you're gonna have a lot of explaining to do to his mom and dad in the morning. Not to mention the endless barrage of teasing that will follow from his siblings and Spider.

"As a doctor I can't leave any injury untreated, no matter how small." Neteyam purred again, louder this time, not even stopping when he felt your warm, soft lips upon his. "Hm, worse then I thought."

"Then you better keep up the treatment." He locked his arms around your smaller body and dove forward into the second of what was to be many kisses of the night.

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blitzor0de0 · 29 days

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Hihi! Can I pretty please get a Saint Peter x sinner!reader where reader visits heaven with Vaggie and Charlie. Peter and her (or them if readers written as gendernutural) kind of have a love at first sight moment? One shot if possible!

-self proclaimed anon ✖︎

ohoho I know of you anon!! Hopefully this is everything you wanted, made it a life at first sight to a small date between the two !!

cw: none really, brief mention of biblical saint Peter, no y/n used, gn! reader but is referred to as "pretty" once

word count: 1.4k

part 2 part 3 part 4

Holy Ground (Saint Peter x Sinner!Reader)

Now when Charlie suggested that you should join her and Vaggie to visit Heaven.. To say you were surprised would be quite the understatement. You ended up in Hell for a reason so the mere thought of seeing those pearly gates, well it was rather exciting! …And nerve-wracking.

Your belief in Charlie's venture for sinners to be redeemed was an interesting one for sure, a little sceptical, but seeing how enthused and determined the Princess was, well.. You were swayed, and hopefully redemption was on your near future bucket list.

Bidding a quick farewell to your fellow hotel inhabitants you stepped through the portal to face the blinding golden rays of Heaven and its gates.

Dumbfounded, you stared at the exterior, jaw slightly agape not quite fully listening to the couple besides you.

The only thing to break your focus,

“Hiya! Welcome to Heaven. Can I get your name, please?”

Snapping your head in an almost alarming rate to the source of the voice, you found yourself growing increasingly flustered.

The man before you was gorgeous, stunning even.. You weren't even sure if there were any words in the English lexicon to describe the ethereal man before you.

Turquoise eyes, curly blond hair, and an overly cheery, yet silly voice. You had hardly noticed the conversation between Charlie and the keeper of the key.

It was only when Vaggie nudged you with a quirked brow did you regain any sense of normalcy.

In a mild act of bravery you asked his name, it was only polite to do so. With a small surprised expression upon his face alongside a hardly noticeable blush, he went to answer but got interrupted by Sera instead, a small pout taking over his features as the attention was shifted to the two Serafim.

Saint Peter…

His name echoed in your mind. You knew him.. Well of him, one of Jesus’ apostles or something of the sort.. He was a lot different than you expected him to be…

a lot different

You gained a little bit more of intel about him through his song. Overly peppy, charismatic.. a little flirty too, it was rather surprising. Also the moaning during the song.. It felt almost sinful for an angel to do, or so you thought.

So when you, Vaggie, and Charlie split off to venture Heaven’s plaza, you decided it was only fair to scout down the only man who piqued your interest.

Thankfully, he wasn't stationed at his post, opting to reside at the ice cream plaza, sneaking up behind him and spoke a soft “Hi.”

Giggling, you watched him jolt in surprise as he turned to face you, a soft smile growing upon his features.

“Hiya! You're that Sinner accompanying.. Lucifer’s daughter, aren't you? I'm Saint Peter.. though you already know that! You're actually the first person ever to have asked my name at the gates so it took me for quite a surprise!! Oh I'm getting ahead of myself, what's your name?” He rambled.. Cute.

After giving your name to the angel, his smile only grew. “That's a delightful name! How did a pretty thing like you end up in Hell, from what I've seen so far you're up to Heaven's standards.” Peter spoke, subtly flirting.

It was rare for Peter to come in contact with sinners, the thought of how corrupt they must've been in life sent shivers down his spine, but there must've been something different about you.

What you didn't notice when you first arrived were turquoise eyes peering at you from the second your presence was known in Heaven.. Peter was enamoured. Sure everyone in Heaven was hot, he even stated so through song format, but there was a certain sparkle in your eyes when seeing the pearly gates which filled Peter with a sense of pride, his heart almost fluttered.

But then you asked his name.

An act of common courtesy, yet something in Peter’s millennia of existence had never experienced, people were typically so excited with the fact that they made it to Heaven, or wanted to see God, Jesus, a former lover or family member, even Adam. He was just the Keeper of the Key, what did he matter to them?

So asking for his name at the gates, well you may as well have just proposed on the spot, thank the lord he was able to hide his excitement and fluster.

Back to the present, your small blush wasn't unnoticed by the angel, in fact it only egged him on, “Come, sit! Have some ice cream with me, any flavours you prefer, we've got everything here!”

“Everything?” You questioned, taking a seat opposite the angel.

“Mhm! Anything you can imagine we've got. Pistachio, butter pecan, mint choco chip, birthday cake, anything!”

There was that sparkle in your eye again. “Woah..” You spoke breathlessly, “Down in Hell we, uh.. Don't really have ice cream… or anything particularly edible like there was on Earth. In fact I can't even remember the last time I even had ice cream.” You awkwardly laughed, causing Peter’s eyes to widen.

“Seriously?! I had heard things were… forgive my language, rather shitty down there.. But nothing edible?” He looked dumbfounded, how did you survive down there? He quickly perked up. “Well then! I insist, pick as many flavours as you like! My treat.”

“No no, you don't have t-” You were quickly cut off.

“My treat!”

Nodding, you chose the flavours you so desired, and promptly, the sundae glasses were placed in front of the two of you.

Taking your first bite, it was as if you were seeing Heaven… In a figurative sense, you were physically there after all. It was everything you had ever imagined and more.

Peter, watching you with a soft smile, was truly thinking how you ended up in Lucifer's grasp. You were as angelic as it came.

Conversation came easily to the two of you, even explaining the reason for your visit.. Rehabilitation for sinners?

It echoed in Peter's mind. Interesting, very interesting. It was never something that crossed his mind that Hell was overpopulated.

Enthused, stars in his eyes, Peter expressed his encouragement for the three of you. “Seriously? This is huge!! Would add a tonne of workload on me but, if anything, I think the first redeemed soul should be you! You've already shown so much potential, and frankly, I think you deserved to be here in the first place! With the evidence you mentioned Charlie has, there's no doubt that Sera will have to agree! Ooh this is so exciting!” He exclaimed, wings fluttering to match his energy.

“I know! I didn't have a lot of faith in Charlie at the beginning but, that girl is incredibly determined, I won't let this be another failed dream for her, she deserves this..” You spoke fondly, a small sigh escaping your lips before your eyes were filled with shock and realisation of Peter's words.

“Wait. I. What? You seriously think I could manage to get up here? I.. I'm not so sure about that, I haven't really shown any signs of change, or redemption.. I've just been myself the whole time I've been in Hell, well.. besides adapting to, well, everything.”

Peter could only flash you a smile, “Yeah. You deserve it, I'm not sure about these other residents of the hotel you've mentioned, but I'm sure they could make it up here with Charlie's guidance.”

You were stunned, if an important angel like Saint Peter could get on Charlie's side, then it would be no problem getting the Serafim to agree too! Maybe.

“Well, thank you, Peter.. Truly, I'm glad someone here agrees.” You smiled at him, arguably the most genuine smile you had held in your afterlife.

Taking your hand, Peter pressed a small kiss to the back of your hand. “It's no problem at all, anyways, that meeting should be starting soon, right? Best be getting there, Sera isn't fond of late comers.”

Flustered, you stood, holding your hand with your other, a small tingle lingering from his kiss. “R..Right! Well.. Hopefully I'll see you soon, Peter. Thank you”

And with that you left with a little pep in your step, which didn't go unnoticed by Peter, head resting in his hand as he watched you leave.

You made a mental promise to yourself ensuring your path to redemption came before anything else from then on.

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nejiverse · 1 year

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THE FINAL PIECE

[Hayakawa family series]

This is a combination of this and this request since they're very similar.

cw: mentions of vomiting but not detailed at all, soft soft aki!

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Y/n hadn't been feeling well for a few days now and she didn't have a fever or anything which is what confused both her and Aki.

Said man rubbed smooth circles on her back soothingly as Y/n was sat down on the floor, slouched over the toilet absolutely drained from puking her guts out.

Aki felt so bad, so guilty even though it wasn't necessarily his fault. He thought maybe he put something in his cooking that her stomach didn't like.

He pursed his lips before opening his mouth to speak.

"What can I do for you?", he asked softly. "Anything at all", he added as he helped her up upon her request. She didn't know what to do and neither did Aki.

It was only when swishing water in her mouth, a plausible idea came to mind.

"Now that I think about it, I have a family history of vomiting and fatigue but under a certain condition..", Y/n was a bit hesitant to actually say what she thought was happening. She didn't know how he would react, not that she thought Aki would hate the idea, she was just scared.

"And what condition is that", Aki inquired.

Now she just had to say it. The ravenette noticed how her foot tapped against the tiled floor of the bathroom and how she averted her gaze to the side.

He let out a deep breath and closed what little distance was between them, gently moving his hands up to her shoulders.

"You can tell me", his voiced had never been so silvery. "You know I won't think any different of you", and his eyes..there was a natural soothing quality to them.

Her body calmed down and her brain was no longer working at alarming rates.

"I might be pregnant", she said in a quiet voice.

Aki's eyes brightened in such an endearing manner that it made Y/n's bad thoughts go away. She giggled lightly at this.

"I'll go buy a few tests really quickly", the man jabbered.

Y/n was elated. The thought of having her own child with Aki brought great joy to her heart. They were married, she was 24 which she thought was a reasonable age. Her mother always said to her that feeling a person grow within you and raising them was the greatest privilege and greatest accomplishment one could ever have and she wanted to feel that.

The baby would be a lovely completion to their small family and so when she laid eyes on the two red lines of the first pregnancy test, and the other saying 'pregnant' in bold text, she let out a small yelp.

Aki walked closer to the closed door worryingly. "Y/n? Are you okay—", once he said those words, the woman came out of the bathroom and enveloped Aki in a tight hug, some tears escaping her eyes and soaking into his shirt.

He figured he'd wait till she stopped crying to ask what the test said but when he went to intertwine their fingers together in a way of comforting her, she slipped the test into his hand.

There was a moment where Aki's face washed blank with confusion, like his brain cogs couldn't turn fast enough to take in the information from his widened eyes. Every muscle of his body just froze before a grin crept onto his face, it soon stretched from one side to the other showing his excited expression.

In that moment his arms squeezed a fraction tighter and Y/n breathed more slowly, her body melting into his as every muscle lost its tension to the warm air. This was real.

"Thank you so much love", he muttered into the crook of her neck.

He murmured so much 'thank yous' and 'I love yous' that day, too much for Y/n to even think of counting.

Hayakawa family masterlist :)

A/N: THANK YOU GUYS FOR 1K FOLLOWERS MUAH MUAH

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astratheodora · 8 months

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Promise 3 (Ghost x f!reader)

Summary: A trip to the pub for a "friendly" game of pool and a few drinks

Word Count: 2,582

Rating: Explicit/Mature

Warnings: alcohol consumption, sexual intentions

Notes: Friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, readers call sign is Mirage

AO3 / PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3

When you opened your eyes again, it was before the alarm. You crawled out of bed and went straight for the shower. Taking the extra time you had to soak in the hot water before getting ready to go out.

When you stepped out of your dorms, you bumped into Ghost in the hallway. "Oh hey, looks like we had the same idea. Did you sleep good?"

He smiled softly when you spoke to him, "Yeah, I slept quite well, thank you...how about you? Did you sleep well?" Ghost asked, his deep gravelly voice was filled with sleepiness.

You tried to hide the light blush on you face. His sleepy voice was cute, paired with his freshly showered body. He smelled good and he looked ruggedly handsome. God, I hope he can't read my mind right now.

Ghost took a quick breath, trying to wake himself up, "Ah, I need a cup of coffee...want to come with me?" Ghost asked as he smiled again.

"I slept great, thanks." You replied softly. "Coffee sounds great."

Ghost nodded, he couldn't help but notice the blush on your face. Ghost looked over at you with a confused look on his face, he knew there was something on your mind but he couldn't figure out what it was right now.

"That's good...let's head over to the cafeteria, they should still be open." Ghost replied as he moved past you to open the door to the cafeteria. Ghost held the door open for you as he looked back over. "After you."

"What a gentleman," you said playfully, "thank you."

Ghost laughed, "I'll be a gentleman until I'm told otherwise." He replied in a playful tone.

You walked happily over to the coffee bar and made yourself a fresh cup with lots of cream. "Excited to go to the pub?"

Ghost smiled again as you asked about the pub, he nodded as he started to pour a cup of coffee for himself. "Yeah, I'm actually excited to get out of here for a few hours…Are you excited to go?" He asked softly with a smile.

You smiled and nodded, taking a sip of your coffee. "Yea, I'm excited. Soap told me there's a pool table." You chewed on your lip and rocked on your feet restlessly. "Actually, I wanted to ask if you'd play a game with me?"

Ghost was in the process of taking his first sip of coffee as you spoke up, he put the cup down immediately and looked over at you. “Oh? You want me to play a game of pool with you?” Ghost asked with a slight chuckle.

Ghost looked over at you with a warm smile on his face, his gravelly voice sounded calm and gentle as he spoke. “Alright, I’m up for that,” he smiled softly.

You narrowed your eyes at him, "was asking you to play against me a mistake? Are you some pool champion on the side?"

You were actually buzzing with excitement that he agreed to play you. You hadn't had a chance in so long to play, it was rare to still find places with a pool table now.

Ghost looked at you as he took a sip of his coffee, "Oh, I can hold my own in a game of pool." He smiled down at you, You could tell he was feeling confident.

"I played pool all the time when I was growing up so I'm sure I can beat you, just wait and see." Ghost joked.

You smiled deeply, trying to keep yourself from blushing. "Don't talk too much game," you teased, "it'll only hurt more when I beat you later." You giggled and finished the last of your coffee. "I'm going to head back to my dorm and finish getting ready. I'll meet you at the pub?"

Ghost raised his brow and hummed, "Oh, I'm sure I could beat you in a game of pool." He laughed softly, he could see the blushing and he wasn't sure whether to find it cute or just adorable. "Alright then, I'll meet you in the pub when I'm done, don't go ahead without me, I'll be there in a little bit."

You gleefully walked back to my dorm, a flutter in your stomach. You slipped into a pair of high waisted black skinny jeans that showed off your figure. Paired with a plain low cut black t-shirt tucked in. And of course, your favorite pair of boots.

Before long you had made your way down to the pub. The music and sounds of people chatting filled your ears. As you walked into the pub, you quickly noticed the lively atmosphere of the pub.

You looked around for Ghost and after a minute you found him across the room, he was sitting at a table with Soap and Gaz. Ghost was taking a sip of his beer and looking around the room, taking notice of you quickly.

You carefully cut through people and made your way over to the table with the guys. You smiled brightly, "getting started without me?" You took a seat next to Ghost, across from Gaz and Soap.

"Finally! You've been gone too long." Soap laughed.

Ghost greeted you with a wave and a small smile as he placed his bottle of beer down on the table.

Gaz chuckled and gave Soap a playful elbow, "Oh please, it's only been a few days and you act like it's been months."

"Just wait until I do get sent out for months, you'll be losing your minds." You said playfully, letting out a small laugh.

Ghost laughed with you as he nodded. "Good point, we would all go completely crazy if you left now." Ghost sipped at his beer as he looked over at you, "So...are you ready to play a game of pool with me?" Ghost asked softly.

"Absolutely, I'm ready." You replied to Ghost. "Let me grab a drink and then we can start." You gave him a big smile before slipping away to the bar.

He nodded, "alright then...let me know when you're ready." He replied as he took a sip of his beer.

Gaz and Soap both smiled as they nodded their heads, "Yeah, take your time." Gaz chuckled.

You rolled your eyes at the guys. You turned and walked a few steps towards the bar, purposely swinging my hips a little more. Ghost chuckled and hummed as he saw you purposely swinging your hips. He knew that he shouldn't be looking but of course, he couldn't help himself.

"Don't be looking at my ass." You yelled back in a teasing manner, knowing they had eyes on you.

Gaz chuckled as he saw why Ghost was distracted, "Yeah...of course not, we're not all a bunch of perverts." Gaz replied in his usual flirty manner.

Soap and Gaz tried to hide their laughter. Caught them, you thought.

You leaned against the bar and ordered yourself a vodka sprite. You thanked the bartender and then went to meet Ghost at the pool table. You took a sip before speaking, "how about we make this game more interesting?"

Ghost raised his brow as he looked up to see you, "Of course, what's your idea?" He asked in a curious manner.

You gestured for Ghost to come closer to you, out of hearing from the other guys. You picked out a pool cue and nervously played with it. Ghost chuckled as he came over to you, he couldn't wait to hear what your idea was. He leaned over you slightly as he was now within whisper distance of you.

"I think we should make a bet for the winner. Like I get something if I win, and the same for you." You started to feel a blush creep onto your face.

Ghost raised an eyebrow at the idea of a bet, he wondered what you wanted if he won and what he wanted if he somehow lost to you. He then nodded, "Alright… and what would you want if somehow you won?" Ghost asked softly as he took a sip of his beer, his tone was curious and excited to hear your answer.

You sipped on your drink, trying to buy myself time. "If I win, you buy my next drink." You took a bigger sip than you intended and coughed a bit. "What do you want if you win?"

Ghost thought about the question and nodded his head, “Oh easy…if I win…” Ghost paused for a moment as if he was thinking of something, he couldn’t help but grin as he spoke again. "If I win, you dance with me later tonight," Ghost chuckled as he looked at you again.

You choked on your drink when Ghost said what he wanted. "You dance?" You asked shyly, the blush on your face very obvious.

Ghost chuckled again, "Yeah, I can dance...is that so hard to believe?" He asked in a playful tone.

"Alright alright, it's a deal." You set up pool balls up on the table. "Do you want to break?"

"Hmm...yeah, I'll break." Ghost mumbled as he bent down to set the cue ball up. After a few seconds, Ghost stood up and backed away from the cue ball. Ghost lifted up his cue stick and aimed it at the cue ball. "Here goes nothin'..."

You chewed on your lip as you watched Ghost bend over the table. His long muscular arms aiming the pool cue perfectly. You almost felt guilty eyeing him like this, but he was incredibly good looking. The alcohol was starting to make you fluttery. You giggled softly looking at Ghost and how handsome he is right now.

Ghost struck the cue ball and sent it across the table with precision, knocking a few balls in the pockets.

"Maybe letting you go first was a mistake. Take your other shots now." You teased as you continued to down your drink.

Ghost raised his brow as he quickly turned his head around to see you looking at him with those soft glances of yours.

Ghost laughed softly as he bent down one more time and struck the cue ball again, he made another two shots as he stood back up again. "What's the matter? You not confident you can beat me?" He teased back.

Ghost walked over to you and took a sip of his beer. "You should drink slower, you know how easy it is for you to get drunk."

You opened your mouth in shock at Ghost. "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not drunk yet," you joked, playfully rolling your eyes.

Ghost laughed as he placed his beer down on the table, "Sure, sure..." Ghost then stood closer to you, "Maybe not drunk yet but you're definitely getting there."

Since he was standing so close you could smell his cologne again. You hummed happily, "is that the same cologne you were wearing the other night?" Your voice becoming a bit flirty.

Ghost's eyes widened, "yeah...yeah I am, why?" Ghost asked softly, a smirk was spreading across his lips again. "You like how I smell?" Ghost asked in a slightly flirtatious tone.

Ghost stepped close enough that you had to look up at him. Truly showcasing how much smaller you were than him. You bit your lip and gave him a sly smile. You could feel your cheeks burning, blushing hard. "I do, I really really like this cologne."

Ghost smirked as he noticed how he was now towering over you, he could see your bright red cheeks. "Well, I'm glad to hear that you like this cologne." The look in his eyes was playful and flirty as he looked down at you.

"Is there anything else you like about me? Or is it just the cologne?" He teased as he moved his hand closer to your waist.

You looked up at him with doe eyes, your mouth hanging slightly open. He was so close, you could feel his fingers dancing on your waist. "Simon..." you said breathlessly, "I, uh... I-"

Soaps loud laughs from across the bar took your attention away, your head snapping in that direction. You looked down at your feet and tried to hide your embarrassment. You felt like a little kid getting caught.

Ghost laughed softly as he saw how you tried to look away but failed miserably as Soap's laugh distracted you. He brought his hand up to the base of your chin, gently lifting up your head so that you were once again looking at him.

His fingers grazed across your jawline as he lifted your head up, his thumb traced a small pattern on your chin.

"Yeah?" Ghost asked softly as he tilted his head to the side, his voice was a soft and deep.

Your heart raced as Ghost held your gaze. You were at a loss for words now. His display of dominance was consuming you. You wanted to be putty in his hands, a heat blooming in you.

"Simon," you cooed softly at him. You glanced at his lips and then back at his eyes. You gave him a little pout. "Kiss me," you whispered softly.

Ghost chuckled slightly as his smirk grew even bigger, he was enjoying every little bit of your reaction. He could see how easily he could have sway over you and with how easily you wanted to kiss him, he knew that he definitely had you.

Ghost leaned in slowly, he wanted to make this a moment that you'd never forget. He pulled up the bottom of his mask, just below his nose, and finally closed the distance between your lips and his. You could feel his lips gently press against your lips.

His lips were perfect against yours. It was a soft kiss, a test. He slowly pulled away and looked at you, his eyes asking you if you wanted more. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back into the kiss. You kissed him deeply and hummed happily.

Ghost's heart rate increased once you pulled him back into the kiss and you felt him lean in more with his weight. You could feel the heat of his body as you continued to explore his perfect lips.

Ghost's tongue entered into your mouth as he let out a soft moan of pleasure, his eyes closed for a moment and then opened again. You could see the fire and spark in his eyes. His fingers grabbed onto your thighs as he pulled you a little closer to him, you could feel the heat of his body all over you.

You moaned softly with pleasure into the kiss as your tongues danced.

You were lost in him.

You wanted more of him.

As you moaned into the kiss, Ghost continued to kiss you back in an even more passionate manner. You could feel the heat of Ghost's body, the heat from his core mixed with his arms wrapped around your back made you feel warm and cozy. His hands and fingers continued to squeeze your thighs as he moved them up and down softly.

You put a hand on his chest and pulled back for a moment. You felt breathless, your face flushed. "Maybe we should take this back to my room?" You asked softly.

Ghost laughed softly as he saw how your face was burning with that bright red blush, he nodded his head. "Yes, we should." He agreed softly.

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 10 months

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Hiiii!!! How're you doing? Good I hope!! ahh I'm seeing these amazing reblogs on your page and with College and my F1 brainrot I haven't been able to read Irondad fics 😭😭😭 is it okay if I ask you to give me some recommendations? preferable whump or sickfics (with fluff, lots of fluff) 👉🏼👈🏼 or like which fics did you enjoy the most this year/past 6 months 💙💙💙🩵🩵🩵🩵

Sorry for the delay in answering! I just needed to find the right time to really sit down and make a *good* list. Haha. Here is a list of what I've read recently and enjoyed a lot. Some of it fits better into your criteria than others, and some of them are still in progress, but here's the list! Don't forget to kudos and comment!!

[fic list with links below the cut!]

Paradigm shift by Bergen (T) In Progress (I love where this one is going! Lot's of fun surprises)

Peter got a Stark phone when he was ten. Adrian took him to a big store with lots of TV screens that all played the same video of Tony Stark declaring to the world that he was Iron Man. They ducked behind the microwaves, both of them giggling as Adrian stuffed the phone under Peter’s sweater.

They walked right out the door without tripping the alarm, and Adrian bought him ice cream to celebrate

After his parents die, Peter is taken in by the Toomes’ family. Things slowly, then quickly spiral out of control. All Adrian wants is to take revenge on Tony Stark. All Peter wants is to do the right thing. Why is that so much harder than expected?

Spaghetti and Red Wine by arthropodwithapen (M) In Progress (Lots of good whump moments but also some fluff and angst!)

After Peter's precarious position goes from bad to worse time and time again, he is left all alone with nothing but his anger and resentment at the world to keep him company. He wonders how much more he can take and whether the growing grudge between him and the Avengers will be enough to finish him off for good. Will he be able to complete his mission in time? Does he even want to anymore?

Of course. He is Spider-Man and he has a job to do. And he'll do it even if it kills him. For everyone else's sake.

Strands in the Rope series by Sara (ctrsara) @ctrsara (T) Complete (this whole series and its follow-up are super great. Lots of angst, misunderstandings, and of course, a whole ton of fluff)

A collection of insights starting after the events of Homecoming, mostly from Tony's perspective. The relationship that Tony and Peter had built by the time Infinity War happened (or not - I'm not a big fan) wasn't built on any big world-ending events, but on countless lab sessions, movie nights, smaller emergencies, and conversations. All of these combined to form a bond between them just as strong as blood ties, and just as unbreakable. I feel like we missed out on all that on-screen, so I can never read enough stories that would maybe cover that period. There is a follow-up series called, Unbroken Strands.

Please, Help Me by Muikelle (Not Rated) In Progress (So. Much. Whump.)

Mj watched as they pride apart the car. Her car. The only car she had, the one Tony had gifted her as a graduation gift. The car she and Peter first- well. Anyways. Then Peter was being moved out of it, and slow motion had taken over once more. She was standing to go get to him, he needed her. She needed him. But a man stopped her, told her to sit down, or something of the likes. She was pissed off when they closed the ambulance door and finally took off with her inside, she didn't need to be in there, she needed to be with Peter.

Or Mj and Peter get into a car crash when coming home from spring break.

Iron Dad: Coming Home by JAWorley (T) Complete (I just started reading this but so far it's really great!)

Cold, tired, hungry, and homeless, 14 year old Peter Parker gets taken in by Adrian Toomes and his crew. Mr. Toomes is a great guy who teaches Peter how to survive on the streets, and Peter loves him for it, despite that Mr. Toomes hates Peter’s hero Iron Man and says Tony Stark is out to line his own pockets by stepping on the little guy. When Iron Man appears one day and presents Spider Man with an opportunity too good to pass up, Peter finds himself having to make up his mind about what ‘helping the little guy’ really means. Peter also begins to find out some ugly truths about the things Adrian Toomes and his crew are making, and has to decide if the safety Toomes offers is worth throwing Spider Man’s mission and morals out the window. Can he find that same safety with Mr. Stark? So much of Peter’s future hangs in the balance and depends on the choices he makes. An anti-hero and an anti-villain are just one step over the same line in a different direction.

Double-sided Coin by kingdomfaraway @asyouleft (G) Complete (I have never read anything like this before and it was so so good!)

The Iron Man rarely had assignments that weren’t direct kill orders.

Usually he was given a weapon and a target, with the strict instructions of leaving no one alive, target and witness alike. They didn’t expect him to make too much conversation, to integrate himself into the person’s life, to find a way to gain the target’s trust. He was not a spy. He was a machine made to kill, to take down threats to HYDRA, and to preserve the Greater Good.

When the assignment came from high up to kidnap, not kill, a young boy, Peter Parker, he was a little baffled.

(or How to Make a Deadly Assassin Adopt You: A HYDRA!Tony fic)

How to Get Banned from Monaco (again) by niniblack @niniblack (T) Complete (This is so funny and so perfectly in character. I love it.)

Tony texts Rhodey before they leave for Monaco:

two rules for this trip

don’t let Peter out of your sight

don’t let him do anything Pepper would get mad about

Rhodey: that second one doesn’t leave many options

will you make me a lot of pancakes (when we meet again?) by Peng_Peng (G) Complete (This is some great Ironfam whump, right here!)

Five times hurting you + Five times receiving your kindness.

Peter knew from the first time they met that the kid wasn't going to like him. But Peter could do that. She was his first and only sister after all.

A New Point of View by waitingondaisies (T) Complete (This one is si so fun with lots of funny and serious moments. It's a good balance)

Peter rushes out of school to join Tony in fighting the aliens that appear over New York, leaving behind the problems that plague his life.

He ends up leaving them behind for far longer than expected when an alien substance causes him to swap bodies with Tony. They agree to live each other’s lives to keep the mishap under wraps, giving each of them an up-close and personal view of the other’s hidden problems.

Peter will come to learn that Tony’s life isn’t as glamorous as it appears, and Tony will come face to face with all of the things that Peter never told him about: bullies, unfair teachers, and economic struggles.

Saving the World Does Not a Hero Make by Azure_K_Mello (M) Complete (This isn't an Irondad fic so much as it's an older MCU/X-Men Crossover but I read it again recently because I love it so much)

Years ago, Tony Stark created a brutal weapon. Even when he was the Merchant of Death, he couldn’t bring himself to put it on the market. But, when S.H.I.E.L.D. learned of its existence, they wanted it. Deciding Spider-Man was the weakest link in Iron Man’s armor, Captain America, Black Widow and Falcon were sent to apprehend him — hoping he either knew where the weapon was or that they could trade him to Tony for it.

But, apprehending a fifteen-year-old is more correctly be termed as kidnapping. And what S.H.I.E.L.D. called interrogation was, in actuality, torture. And, when push came to shove, Peter had to save himself when no one else was going to help.

And my shameless self-promotion...

Threenager by happyaspie (G) Incomplete

While on patrol, Peter is struck by a spell that turns him into a toddler. Or mostly into a toddler. His memories, intellect, and experiences are still intact. Unfortunately, that makes being trapped in a toddler's body, with a toddler's motor skills that much harder. His legs are too short, and his fingers are too uncooperative. He can’t ride in the car without a super claustrophobic car seat. He can’t even wash his hands without help and it's all very frustrating. Between the teasing, Tony does his absolute best to help.

I could add so much more to this list, but I think I'll stop here. Haha. As far as sickfics go, @sicktember is coming up soon and I know *I* will have plenty to add to the genera during that event!! So be on the lookout for that, my friend! And Thank you so much for asking me to compile this list!!

#asked and answered #marvel fic rec #irondad fic rec #irondad and spiderson #peter parker #tony stark #spider-man #iron man #mcu #marvel #x-men #fanfic rec list #irondad #spiderson #mcu fanfiction #irondad fic recs

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Stuck on the puzzle: Chapter five

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pairing: Luke Castellan x Olivia Messer (daughter of Apollo oc)

summary: Luke hurts Olivia once again and it takes them right back to their first fight.

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"You don't know what you're doing", Chris told Luke.

They were sitting in the empty Hermes cabin, Luke was finally dismissed and didn't have to spend his nights in the infirmary. He just had to go there twice a day for a checkup, although Chris notified him that he was there a lot more. The kids were off at archery practice, so the counselor and interim counselor had some time to talk while Luke unpacked.

"I know", Luke sighed. "I feel like I'm walking on eggshells around her, but after everything, I'll take what I can get."

"There has to be a reason why she's being friendly again. Maybe she just needed the time to cool off."

"She's hasn't been able to stay mad at me for longer than a day in three years and suddenly she goes eight months? It wasn't just cooling off. I think she never meant to talk to me again unless she had to."

"But now she is."

"When I came back she suggested a deal where we act like everything is fine and nothing ever happened between us", Luke pondered. "I think it was supposed to just be until she can get the poison out, but it's been a week now. It might be for good."

"There's no way you can just keep being friends when she cut you off for eight months and you don't even know why. You two have to talk about it."

"But do we? If I bring it up it might just end up the same way it always did when I tried to mend things. She's going to yell at me and close off from everyone around her. I finally have her back."

"Do you?"

"Pretty much yeah."

"You feel like you can just casually hold her hand while you two roam around camp again? Throw her in the lake or sneak her in here when you can't sleep? As much as you two were 'just friends' you sure didn't act like it."

Luke blushed.

"I think that if you can't do those things anymore, things are not back to the way it was. And besides, there's the whole Theo issue."

"Theo issue?"

"Athena cabin counselor who clearly likes her and who she doesn't push away like she's been doing to everyone else in her life lately."

"And why is that an issue?"

Although Luke knew exactly why it was, an uncomfortable feeling growing in his chest.

"I don't know Luke, why is it?"

He didn't respond.

"I think the kids are about done with archery", he said instead.

"I'll get them to lunch. But this conversation isn't over", Chris sighed.

Once he left, Luke plopped on his bed and looked at the wooden ceiling, thoughts starting to race through his head at an alarming rate as they had been lately. He finally understood the dragon that tried to claw his face off. He felt like he had a hundred heads as well.

One head didn't think he had anything to complain about. He'd finally gotten his best friend back, which was something that he'd prayed from an embarrassing amount of gods, he was back at camp and best of all, he was alive. Was there even anything else to ask for?

Yes. There were so many things Luke still wanted. He wanted to forget the fact that he ever went on that stupid quest. But he wanted his father to do anything except go back to ignoring him like he did before. So maybe he didn't want to erase the quest. He wanted to have succeeded in that quest. He wanted to receive anything other than the looks of pity he was getting. He wanted his goddamn kleos, felt entitled to it actually, and that feeling brought out a head that he hadn't seen since their years on the run with Annabeth and Thalia. One he didn't particularly like.

And then there was one head. The one was always able to crawl its way to his consciousness, even if he had bigger, more important matters at hand. The head had been suffocated for a bit, willed out of existence, but it was back and filled with thoughts of curly hair that Luke liked playing with, a soft smile that made life worth living and eyes that felt like they could x-ray his soul. Even in his darkest moments, alone in the silence when he felt like all there was left to do was rip apart this world and build a better one by his design, his thoughts wondered over to the person he wanted to build it for. Whose hurt and pain should be his to carry just because he was already too lucky, too blessed to just be able to exist in her vicinity.

Luke's thoughts always found their way back to Olivia. To Liv.

Who looked like she was regretting ever meeting him. Luckily she didn't slam the infirmary door in his face, although he knew it was close.

"Don't tell me you played", she sighed.

Her brown eyes were fixated on his face, clearly hoping for an answer he couldn't give. He looked down when he couldn't bear looking at her.

"If it helps, he was on defense", Annabeth Chase replied.

Yes, Luke was so scared of her, of losing her, that he had to beg his adorable little sister, who he knew Olivia had an extra soft spot for, to take him. Incase that maybe stopped her from ghosting him again.

"You're un-fucking-believeable", she huffed and dragged him in.

Annabeth followed, seemingly finding this whole situation a tad bit amusing.

"I didn't think anything would happen! Like Annabeth said, I was on defense, I just wanted-",

"You wanted your honor, your kleos, didn't you? Just admit it. Admit that you haven't changed, you still need to show everyone how tough you are and you don't care who ends up being collateral!"

"No one's collateral."

"It's exactly like last time. You think you can do whatever because I have this goddamn blood that's going to fix everything and you don't even think about what giving it away does! Nobody does! It's like I'm not even a person. Just a healing concoction that happens to also administer the dose. I'm the fucking collateral."

Annabeth didn't find it so funny anymore. People recovering from the game were silently leaving the infirmary, trying to avoid getting into the crossfire. Annabeth started slowly stepping out as well with the excuse that she needed to help the people figure out where they could do the healing now.

"Sit down, Luke."

"Come on, Liv."

"Sit down. I'll patch up your cheek."

She wiped her face, trying to get rid of the tears inconspicuously, but Luke saw, or rather he knew. And he cursed himself for hurting her again. He was longing for the times when all he meant to her was comfort, something to take the pain away, not cause it.

"I really don't think of you like that, Liv."

"It's what everyone thinks of me at some point. Just hurts more when you do it."

She took off his gauze, which was now stained slightly with blood.

"I'll just redo the stitches. The strain made it open up again."

She was back to being cold, there was no glimmer in her eyes, no soft smile reserved only for him. He felt like going back to San Fransisco and letting that dragon finish the job.

"Will you ever talk to me again?" his voice was weak and in another life he might've felt embarrassed, but he was so scared that he was willing to go down on his knees and beg her if it meant he could have her back.

"I'll clean it, which might hurt a little bit."

"More than this. Liv, please I can't do this again. I can't have you not talk to me again."

"I don't know if I can do this, Luke", she sighed. "I'm tired."

And she did look it. Eyes red with crying, eyebags deep and dark, matching Luke's. He wondered if she had gotten a full nights sleep since they stopped talking. He for sure hadn't. And he still didn't fully know what it was about.

Last fall, Olivia and Luke had started school once again. Olivia went into her junior year and Luke had his last year of high school. Luke's senior year had begun exceptionally well. He was doing fine in his classes and the nightmares were finally easing up. The more time he spent with his school friends in New York, the less he seemed to struggle. They helped him take his mind off the other world they didn't even know existed. Especially Sheila. Sheila, who he found he really liked. And who was nice to kiss. So they started dating. Which meant that Luke was spending even more time in the city with her.

Meanwhile Olivia's life was starting to go downhill, quick. There was a weird infection going around camp. It was some sort of internal poisoning, which meant that she was constantly giving blood, organizing shifts for the infirmary and overall trying to keep everyone alive. Her iron was low, she felt dizzy all the time and she wasn't sleeping for a few reasons. Her nightmares hadn't eased up, in fact they seemed to be getting worse with the stress and now that Luke had a girlfriend, they obviously couldn't share a bed. Which she understood. And she wanted to be happy for him, really did, but she just didn't have the energy.

Especially when it felt like he was flat out ignoring her. She noticed that their joint breakfasts' were only happening when she sat down at his table and decided to see if he'd notice her absence and join her at her own table. So they stopped having breakfast together. He didn't seem to realize or care how stressful her life had become, since he was too busy recapping events and parties he was going to in the city and although he always asked her, he didn't bother to concern himself with the fact that she could never go.

But the last stitch happened on October 2nd. October 2nd was the day Olivia's mom died, the day she was left with no one in the world to look out for her and chucked into a foster home. She eventually found the note her mom was trying to write to her about her origins and found the address to camp Half-Blood through that, but it was preceded by the absolute worst months of her life. So saying it's a hard day was an understatement. But Luke had always made it better. He always had something special planned and he somehow managed to make it into a somewhat nice day. You're never going to look forward to the anniversary of your mom's death, but at least trying to figure out what Luke would do for it gave it some other meaning.

So when he ended up going to Sheila's straight after school, Olivia went back to camp and cried in her bed. She had wanted to continue that activity for the whole day, but seeing she had ten new sick campers, some of which were her siblings and co-healers, she got a good half an hour before she had to get back to work.

So when Luke came home injured from a run-in with a hellhound, she was less than pleased to be woken up. Reason one being that she was actually sleeping finally and reason number two being that of course she had to heal him. Which to her credit, she did.

"Thanks, Liv. That dog really had it out for me", he chuckled.

Luke was flashing his signature smirk, which Olivia had once found borderline irresistible. Now it was just annoying. And a little bit irresistible. The smirk was dropped quickly when she didn't respond and just started returning the things to their places.

"Why the long face, doc?"

That was admittedly the worst question he could've asked at that point. She let out a laugh that sounded an awful lot like a sob to Luke.

"You know that's probably the first question you've asked me in a month."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing."

"Come on, Liv", he grabbed her arm, pulling him towards him.

"Don't do that", she warned.

"Then just tell me, what's going on with you?"

Olivia sighed.

"Do you know what day it is?"

"Tuesday, why?"

"What date Luke?"

His face dropped.

"Shit. Fuck, sorry Liv I didn't-I didn't even realize. I don't know how I forgot."

"I do. It's like you've been ignoring me. We haven't had breakfast together in ages, you only hang out with Sheila during and after school and you haven't even bothered to check in on me on the rare occasion we do get to talk."

"Why haven't you said anything?"

"I have enough on my fucking plate already. Which you would know if you bothered to care about me."

"Of course I care about you, are you kidding?"

"Well you don't really show it, do you?"

Luke sighed.

"Sheila asked me to take some distance from you. I didn't mean to flat out ignore you, but I figured it was fair."

"Fair", she let it hang in the air.

"You know how it looks from the outside, you get as much shit for it as I do. This was always going to become a problem eventually."

That made her properly tear up.

"Doesn't take away from the fact that I really needed you today. I've actually needed you for a long time, but especially today. Everyone's sick, I'm already giving out too much blood and everybody expects me and me alone to fix it."

Luke took her hand and interlaced it with his own.

"And I used to be able to handle it. Feeling like everyone is thrusting the weight of the world on my shoulders was fine when I had you. When I had one fucking person that didn't expect everything of me. Who instead knew how it felt."

Luke was silent, cursing himself. Olivia took her hand out of his.

"But now you're becoming just like everyone. You don't care how I feel anymore, you don't stop to think about me. You're blowing off your duties not thinking about who they fall on or not bothering to check in with what's going on in the camp 'cause you're too focused on yourself."

"That's not fair, Olivia. That's not fucking fair and you know it."

She didn't like the way he said her name. Her full name.

"I've given up so much for other people", Luke began. "I've been on my own since I was nine, I took care of Thalia and Annabeth, I run the biggest cabin in the camp. It's me who takes in the new kids, assures them. I'm their older brother, their parent, whatever they didn't get growing up and I get nothing. I think I deserve some time to be a teenager."

"And I don't?"

"Never said you didn't. But you can't put it all on me. Maybe you should let other people in too."

"It's not that easy."

"You could try, though."

She glared at him.

"Come on. You can't blame others for expecting you to carry the world on your shoulders if you try to put yours on mine. It's the same thing! You're just relying on me for constant support with everything."

"I thought you wanted to support me."

There was no more anger, no yelling. Just a teenage girl who was losing trust in the one person she thought loved her.

"I do. I do, but I can't do it forever."

"Let's not be friends."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Let's not be friends than. If you can't do this forever, why prolong the time you have me to drag down your life? No more hanging out, no more talking, we can maybe say hi to each other and that's it."

"That's not funny."

"I'm not trying to be. It's what Sheila wants and clearly what you want as well. You'll be free from me and all my fucking baggage."

"Liv, let's just think about this."

"No. No more Liv. No more we. I'll be Olivia from now on. Liv is what friends call me."

"You can't be serious. You're not throwing this away."

"Maybe we've just grown apart. A lot of people don't talk to their childhood best friend."

"We're more than just 'childhood friends'."

Luke didn't know it, but that was the worst thing he could've ever said. Hearing the words she'd been hoping to hear for the last years in the wrong context solidified the fact that Olivia couldn't bear to be friends with him while loving him the way she did.

So she walked out, got Lee to do the rest of Luke's healing and refused to go in the infirmary until he was dismissed.

Eventually it was found out that the strawberries had been cursed by some weird disease and the epidemic stopped. But Olivia still wouldn't speak to Luke despite him trying everything. He broke up with Sheila immediately, followed Olivia around for days and spoke extensive monologues riddled with apologies. Eventually she threatened him with her knife and that made him stop. But it didn't stop his shocked face appearing in her dreams. Those brown eyes looking in shock at the knife she'd angled at his throat and despite Olivia repeating in her mind that it was for her own good, it didn't make the pain any easier.

And they once again arrived at the same place, months later. There were too many feelings unspoken, too many words unsaid. For two people who knew each other better than anyone had ever known them, they seemed to have certain blindspots.

"Liv, I swear. I'll do anything you ask me to, anything. I'll never get hurt again, I'll never tell you you're a bad singer, whatever you want. Please. Just don't leave me."

"That's the problem Luke. It'a not about you getting hurt, it's not about you making fun of my singing."

"Then what is it about? I know you want me to just know and I wish I did, but I don't! I know absolutely everything about you except this and it kills me."

"I just need some time to think. Alone. Lee can deal with the rest."

Luke just nodded and turned his head. Olivia had never felt so bad, but she couldn't do it. It wasn't even about the fact that Luke played, it was all the feelings that him being hurt caused her. When he showed up she realized she'd never loved him more and he'd once again taken her for granted. As someone who was there, who was his friend, in the background. Olivia didn't want a future where she had to stand at the altar and watch Luke marry someone else. Or where she had to look his dead body in the eyes and once again have someone she could've saved haunting her. She had to cut him off. They didn't work, even though she felt like Luke was all she was.

She was so deep in thought she didn't even notice Annabeth trailing her all the way to the forest until the little girl opened her mouth.

"He feels the same way, you know", Annabeth said, scaring Olivia.

"Christ Annabeth!" Olivia put away the knife she'd reflexively drawn. "You can't just go around following people."

"Luke's just an idiot who doesn't know anything about anyone, least of all himself, but I can see that you're the most important person in his life. And I'm counting myself in that."

"He sure doesn't show it", Olivia muttered. She really didn't want to have this conversation with an 11-year-old, but she was intrigued to know more.

"Doesn't he? He might not say it, but I've never seen him more scared than just now, when he realized he'd lose you again. He hasn't been himself since your fight and now he's going around sulking all the time if he isn't with you. I know Luke is clueless about his feelings, but I didn't expect the same from you Olivia."

"It's not that simple. Maybe he has feelings for me, so what? That doesn't mean everything will magically fall into place. You just said he doesn't even know it", she took a deep breath. "I love him so much it sometimes feels physically painful. That's not something I can just 'not realize'. I don't want to feel this much for someone who can just go and date Sheila fucking Widows and ignore me because she asked!"

Olivia had never revealed to anyone why she was really so upset at Luke, but since Annabeth seemed to once again know everything about anyone, she had to let it out.

"Didn't he break up with Sheila based on sheer hope it would make you talk to him again? You should take into account the fact that maybe Luke ignores his feeling because he's scared."

"Luke's barely scared of anything. I feel like he could handle a crush."

"It's not a crush. Anyone can see it's not just that."

"I don't want to waste my energy on this. It's easier to just let the entire thing go."

"Easy? Has it been easy for you? Staying away from Luke. Because from what I can see you're doing absolutely terrible and there's a simple solution."

"No offense, but you're eleven. I think I know what's best in this situation", Olivia huffed and started walking away.

"You're doing exactly what Luke is doing, hiding your feelings away because you don't want to face them!" Annabeth said after her.

Olivia kept walking away. Annabeth sighed in annoyance. Luke and Olivia were two pieces of a puzzle, it was clear to everyone. So why were they getting so stuck on solving it?

#luke castellan #luke castellan angst #luke castellan series #pjo #pjo fic #stuck on the puzzle #percy jackon and the olympians

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btsgotjams27 · 1 year

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All Grown Up ~ JJK | 13

✨ title: all grown up | series (completed) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: R/18+ ~ minors dni ✨ genre/au: romance, fluff, angst, friends-to-lovers, humor, banter, smut, age gap, best friends little brother ✨ warnings: noona kink, older woman, younger man, kissing, oral (m,f), unprotected intercourse, significant age gap (9 years), confident Jungkook, cocky Jungkook, bratty Jungkook, crappy mom, but overall Jungkook is the sweetest, most romantic boy who's fallen in love | warnings for each chapter will vary ✨ author's notes: I won't be updating this series on Tumblr. Please continue this series on AO3 or Wattpad. Links below. This fic is inspired by the k-drama, Something in the Rain. ✨ author's notes 2: okay, so i do plan on editing the rest of this series! i just don't know when it'll be done.

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✨ chapter 13 ~ the day he knew | wc: 2.0k ✨ warnings: mentions of sex

2014.

(18-year-old Jungkook, 28-year-old Y/n)

Jungkook recently graduated from high school and was getting ready to go abroad to college to study game and graphic design. His family was throwing him a going away party; of course, you couldn't miss it.

"I can't believe Jungkookie is going off to college. When did he get so big?" you asked, faintly reminiscing the times when Jungkook was younger.

"I'm going to miss him, even though he annoys me so much," Yuna smiled.

You laughed. "I'm sure he'll be back to visit and annoy you when he has holidays. And you could always go visit him."

Yuna gasped, "Oh, good idea! We could make a trip out of it."

"I've always wanted to visit California. The beaches look amazing."

The two of you continued to finish the remaining party tasks. Their mom went all out to celebrate her baby boy growing up and moving halfway across the world. Like all mothers, she was against him leaving, but you and Yuna convinced her to let him go. Jungkook deserved to live life and experience new things, and he was fiercely independent, so you didn't have to worry much about him - he'd figure things out on his own.

"So... how's it going with U-jin?" Yuna asked reluctantly, knowing there was some restlessness between you.

You looked at your best friend, biting your bottom lip. "It's," you paused, "good," you mumbled. It was not good. The two of you had been spending a lot of time apart, but you didn't want to alarm Yuna about it.

Yuna gave you a look, halting her task of setting the table. "Why are you saying it like that?"

Shrugging, you asked, "Like what? He's nice, has money, a good job, and comes from a good family, but I feel we don't have that spark, you know? He's reliable, but he doesn't make me–"

"Make you come," Yuna interjected.

Maybe you should have kept some details of your sex life to yourself instead of spilling it to Yuna, but you were frustrated with how things were going with U-jin, and you needed to vent. Sex was fine with U-jin - nothing mind-blowing.

"Who doesn't make you come?" A voice interrupted from behind the pair of you.

You choked on nothing, "Jungkook!" You made a face as you elbowed Yuna. Oh god, Jungkook didn't need to hear about how you weren't satisfied in your relationship. "No one."

"Exactly, no one." Yuna laughed, "It's her boyfriend." She leaned in, whispering to Jungkook, "He doesn't make her come."

Jungkook awkwardly nodded, not wanting to hear about your sex life…but only because, you know..of his little crush on you. "Ah…"

You nudged Yuna harder this time. "Kookie, don't listen to your sister. She's nuts. And don't talk about this stuff around Jungkook," you said, the last part gritting through your teeth. This was embarrassing, and no one needed to know how bad your sex life was.

"Huh? Wha-why not?" He was confused, and he wasn't stupid. He knew what you guys were talking about. "I've touched a boob...or two," Jungkook explained, trying to sound cool but realizing he probably sounded like a tool.

The two of you chuckled at young Jungkook, giving him an okay look. You almost wanted to grill him on what girl allowed him to go to second base.

"Cause you're still a baby. C'mere my widdle baby Jungkook," Yuna said mockingly in a baby voice.

Jungkook rolled his eyes at his sister, "Shut up. I'm not a baby. I'm a grown man, about to head off to college," he refuted, puffing out his chest and straightening his posture.

You stepped closer to Jungkook and squinted, bringing your thumb and index finger to hold his chin, "I don't see any hair." You couldn't help but tease him too.

He smacked your hand away and rubbed his chin. "Noonaaaa, why do you have to rub it in? It'll grow one day, and I haven't peaked yet. Just wait and see. I'll come back as a completely different person."

And you were sure that he would. He'd get some life experience being out there by himself. Of course, a part of you couldn't help but worry since he'd be so far away from family, but he's a big boy, and he'd figure it out.

"I'm swure you will, my widdle Jungkookie. Coochie coochie goo," you taunted him, trying to tickle his chin.

Jungkook waved you off. "Aye--I give up. I can't with you guys." He tried his best to look 'grown up,' but the two of you still saw him as a baby.

Yuna's phone went off in her pocket. She looked at the caller ID. "Oh--mom's calling me. Y/n, can you finish setting up the table?"

She handed you the napkins and utensils, and you continued setting the table as he followed you.

"Noona," you peered up at the young man of the hour, "thanks for coming."

Grinning from ear to ear, you beamed at him. Jungkook always had a soft spot in your heart and was always sweet to you when he wasn't being bratty. "Of course, I can't miss my Jungkookie's going away party. You're going to have so much fun in college. Don't go too crazy, but if you're ever in trouble and can't tell Yuna, you can call me, and I'll bail you out."

You'd rather have him call you than Yuna. She'd probably scold him and drag his ass back home, but you, well, you'd do the same with more love in your tone.

"Promise?"

You beamed at the doe-eyed boy, "I promise."

"Can I call to catch up too?"

Shaking your head at the sweet boy, "I'd love to hear about all the wild adventures you'll have in college. Just don't drunk dial me, okay?"

He laughed. "I can't promise that."

Your phone began buzzing in your back pocket. "Oh--now I'm getting a call," you looked to see it was your boyfriend. "Ah, it's U-jin. Can you finish setting the table? I'm going to take this real quick."

He grabbed what you had left in your hands. When you veered off to take the call, Jungkook couldn't help but pay attention to you rather than his task. You seemed frustrated, pacing back and forth as the call continued. When it ended, you stuffed your phone in your pocket, huffing as you returned to Jungkook.

"Everything okay?" he asked, setting a napkin down and then placing chopsticks and a spoon on top.

You didn't want him to worry. "Mmhm, it's perfect."

It was apparent you were lying. You were an easy read, and Jungkook had been around you for too long not to notice when you were upset.

"Come on.. what's going on?" he asked again.

He wasn't going to let this go, huh? "Just another excuse from U-jin for why he can't go on our weekend anniversary trip. We'd planned it for months, and he didn't even care to ask for it off. God, I feel so stupid sometimes."

You also felt stupid for telling your problems to an 18-year-old, as he'd care about what was going on with you.

"Oh," Jungkook's heart sank when he could hear the disappointment in your voice. "I'm sorry. And Noona, you're not stupid, and he is if he's acting that way."

"It's fine. I'm used to it."

Jungkook was bewildered by how loosely you held the standard of how your boyfriend should treat you. "But you shouldn't be used to it. He's your boyfriend, and aren't you supposed to be a priority in his life?"

You looked at him and smiled. You wished it was that easy. He was young, still full of hope, optimistic about love, and probably a romantic at heart. You couldn't blame him, and you were like that once too.

He knitted his eyebrows in confusion. "What?"

You snickered, thinking he was cute. "Whoever ends up with you will be a lucky one. Here, let me finish this. Go and enjoy your party. We're here to celebrate you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

Even though you had brushed it off, Jungkook couldn't help but worry about you. It's not like he could do anything, and he could only hope you realized that you deserved better than your current boyfriend.

(Present Day)

Jungkook went to Yuna's apartment and dropped off some side dishes their mom had made for them. "Here." He pushed the food bag in her hands and immediately turned around to head back out.

"Yah. We need to talk." Yuna grumbled. She didn't want to keep talking about this whole situation, she was hoping it would just dwindle, but she knew it wouldn't.

"About?" Jungkook acted like he didn't already know.

Yuna opened the door wider, inviting him in. "Do I have to tell you?"

"Fine." He sat with arms and legs crossed on her couch, trying to avoid looking in her direction. He already knew that she would scold him and tell him he was too young and not mature enough. "Is Namjoon-hyung here?" He asked, looking around the apartment. He needed a buffer between him and his sister, but it looked like that wasn't happening.

"No… he's at work," Yuna narrowed her eyes at Jungkook. Was he hoping to have Namjoon on his side or something? Because, well, Namjoon was.

"Help me understand why you like her so much?"

He scoffed and leaned forward. "You're her best friend. You should understand why she's a catch."

Yuna licked her lips. It was an unfair question, and she knew it. You were her ride or ride, the one person who's been a constant in her life, her 'person.' "She is an amazing human, but I don't know why you, of all people, would pursue her. Are you doing this for attention or something? Are you jealous that I'm getting married?"

Jungkook sighed and threw his hands up. "Do you hear yourself right now? Why are you making this about you?"

She nervously bit her bottom lip, unsure of how she felt about her brother dating her best friend, let alone doing other things with her and vice versa.

He continued, "Noona…me? Jealous of you and Namjoon-hyung? I couldn't be happier that you've found the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. Why don't you let me and Y/n discover if we have something like you and hyung?"

"Do you remember my going away party? The one before I left to go abroad?"

She nodded yes.

"She took a call from U-jin, and I wish you could have seen the look on her face. I never want to see her look disappointed again. She deserves the world," Jungkook explained his reasoning - a part of it, at least. He could go on and on as to why he loved you so much.

Yuna sighed, "But my best friend?"

There were plenty of women, but none of them were you. "Noona, I'm sorry. I can't help who I like."

"I guess I can't stop you if you like her."

"So, is this an 'okay' from you?" Jungkook was already screeching inside at his sister's approval.

Yuna grumbled, "I guess."

Jungkook grinned. He knew this was only the beginning. "So, that's it? Don't you have something else to say to me?"

"Like what?"

"An apology, for instance."

Yuna scoffed, "Apologies for what?"

"You're kidding me, right? Noona, you said some pretty terrible things to Y/n and me. You're telling me you don't regret any of it?"

Tongue in her cheek, Yuna knew that she needed to put on her big girl pants and apologize. She hated being wrong, but Jungkook was right. In the heat of the moment, she said some things she wished she didn't. “I’m sorry, Jungkook. This whole thing with you and Y/n threw me off, and I wasn't prepared. I wish I had a heads up, that's all."

Jungkook pursed his lips and nodded his head, accepting Yuna's apology. "Noona, this all happened very quickly, and I don't think anyone was prepared for this."

✨ previous chapter ~ oops---

✨ next chapter ~ we can't do this

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x noona #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts #fic: all grown up

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menalez · 4 months

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any thoughts on the recent reveal of just how fucking fascist the AfD truly is?

Like I am natively German and have been convinced of them being literal Nazis for ages (like anyone who has the ability to read and look at their party program as well as the rhetoric some member have been spouting since day 1) so it wasn't a suprise but still shocking and I am very much concerned by the seemingly too small public reaction, the high approval ratings for the AfD, genuinely has me scared for the future of any and all BiPOC and international people living here aswell as my own safety and the safety of other LGBT members.

yeah they are really concerning & always have been but a lot of what they want to do is also like, not legal in either germany nor most democratic countries.

honestly i’m scared too. their power is growing and people in germany don’t seem to be as alarmed as i wish they were. germany constantly talks this big talk about antisemitism but AfD is genuinely and openly antisemitic— yet there’s no concern over their growth to power. maybe because AfD’s biggest platform is racism & xenophobia rather than antisemitism? i don’t know. they’re clearly very similar to neo-nazis and aren’t much better than the NFD (outright neo-nazi party) in germany.

since the hamas attack, the reality of being an immigrant in germany has become more & more scary honestly. even olaf schulz said he wants to deport migrants, and he’s part of the left wing party. so many german politicians are openly calling for deportations of migrants and making xenophobic statements and despite germany being a democracy, it’s like everyone who sees the issue with that is too scared to speak up. i know mixed race germans who are also afraid to say anything. and the most quiet people of all are the ones with the best social standing: native germans who have the privilege neither immigrants nor people of colour & especially not ppl who are immigrants of colour have.

the police brutality alongside these concerning statements from politicians alongside the growth of AfD should be creating more concern for germans than it is. i really hope they’ll start speaking up because this will not be good for anyone and sets a seriously bad precedent for the german democracy that germans have fought so hard & so long to have. it risks destroying everything germany have been builing towards since the end of ww2. and it’s already shattered germany’s global reputation as a progressive country that came a long way from nazi times to a country that actually has only changed in terms of image, not ideals. the latter is especially how people of colour and “3rd country” people in germany feel.

(side note i hate the term BIPOC used in the context of germany bc indigenous in the acronym does not make sense when taken out of its original context but that’s another topic)

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ladylilithprime · 2 months

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When In Need

Series: Fluffy Faerie Tales

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Half-Fae Sam Winchester, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Selkie Jack Kline, Sam Winchester Is Jack Kline's Adopted Father, Brief Allusions to Canon-Typical Violence, Stealth Crossover: Guardians of Childhood

Summary: Since the Magical Revelation, strange things tended to happen a lot more often and openly, and it was usually best to check with a magical before deciding if something was cause for alarm or just another Thursday. And then Jack came home from school with two shadows.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 19: Shadow

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EVER SINCE THE Magical Revelation had happened in the year 2000, it had slowly become more and more commonplace for humans to encounter literally fantastical things in their day to day lives, particularly if they lived in one of the openly Integrated cities and neighborhoods that were cropping up all over the place. Quite a few misunderstandings had happened over behaviors that humans saw as threatening while other species were honestly trying to be friendly. Cas and Jimmy had seen quite a few things once they got to college that would have been quite strange to them growing up, and relied a lot on their magical dorm mates to help them sort out what was actually cause for alarm and what was just another Tuesday.

So when the door to Lighthouse CommodiTeas opened to let in a rather distracted Jack who appeared to be muttering to himself, Jimmy didn't immediately twig to something being off. Even when Jack joined the line at the counter rather than going straight to his usual after school corner table to start on his homework, it was a little odd but not cause for alarm. It was only when Jimmy caught sight of the second shadow along the floor next to Jack's extending from the boy's feet that Jimmy started to get concerned.

He handed off the iced Unicorn Berry Latte he had just finished making, gave Charlie the covert "calling in the big guns" sign, and ducked into the kitchen. "Hey, boss, got a minute?"

Sam, alerted to the potential trouble more from being called "boss" by Jimmy than by his tone, set down his pen and closed the notebook around it. "Category?"

Jimmy shook his head with a grimace. The category system was a nice shorthand for the types of customers that meant capital-T Trouble and usually required the half-faerie's special brand of encouragement towards good behavior. A category one to two was usually a particularly entitled Karen-type who wanted to speak to the manager. Category three was the harassment types, the ones who thought a barista was there to service them in other ways besides just making a drink or warming up one of their cookies, muffins, or scones. Category four was the religious bigots who occasionally came in with crosses or a petition to try and make the "devil's creatures" leave their neighborhood even though Avalon was one of the most heavily magical boroughs on Seven Mile Island. Category five was the violent types, and those usually got Sam's attention from the yelling well before someone had to come back and get him.

This wasn't something Jimmy knew how to categorize. "What's it mean if Jack comes in talking to someone I can't see and has two shadows?"

"Did he look scared or hurt?" was the predictable first question, which Jimmy also wasn't sure how to answer.

"He didn't look scared, exactly," he said, frowning as he thought back. "Preoccupied, yeah, and he got in line rather than go to his usual table."

"Hm," Sam frowned and got up. "I'm glad you came and got me. It's probably nothing to worry about, but..."

"Better safe than sorry?" Jimmy offered as he followed Sam back out to the front counter.

"Something like that," Sam agreed, sounding a bit preoccupied himself now. Charlie finished handing off the change for the customer just ahead of Jack and slid away to make the man's drink just as Sam and Jimmy got to the register. "What's going on, kiddo?"

"Mixy Nox needs help, Father," Jack said solemnly, with more formality than Jimmy had ever heard from him. He looked up and his eyes flared a strange dark silver. "Please, my prince."

The hairs on the back of Jimmy's neck stood up. That was not Jack's voice speaking, much deeper and carrying an undercurrent of something that scratched at the back of his mind like branches on a window in the middle of the night. He glanced up sharply at Sam, hoping for a clue as to whether this was cause for alarm or not, but Sam didn't even so much as flinch.

"What do you need, Nox?" he asked softly, his own expression going very serious.

"There is a boy," that strange voice intoned with Jack's mouth. "His name is Matthew Alphonse Pike. His father is a real estate developer in the territory called Oklahoma. He has been warned of a curse on the land on which his company means to build houses, that Kahnanesgi will protect the land from defilement. He thinks sacrificing his son, who has affinity for Kahnanesgi's children, will break the curse."

"Idiot," Sam hissed under his breath even as Jimmy bit back a curse of his own. The Revelation had brought back a lot of superstitions and fearmongering with the knowledge that magical beings, creatures, and old gods were very, very real, and the government didn't always have a handle on stopping the more extreme groups from doing something incredibly stupid. Jimmy rubbed at the ring on his left thumb and resisted the urge to press close against Sam's side. "Alright, Nox, come on out of my son and we'll go talk about how to help your boy and the price it will cost."

Sam held out a hand, and Jack shuddered before a dark silver light seemed to seep out of his skin to form a glowing orb that hovered in Sam's palm. Jimmy caught Sam's eye, read the pleading there, and nodded shortly, taking his place as Sam stepped back and swiftly carried the floating orb into the back. Jimmy looked down at Jack, possessing only one shadow now and looking a little pale around the metaphorical gills. "You want a hot cocoa, Jack?"

"Yes, please, Mr Jimmy," Jack mumbled, shivering a little before seeming to settle. He looked up, a little sheepish. "I'm sorry if Mixy Nox scared you. Their physical form is kinda stuck in a tree back in the main courtyard of the Summer Palace, so they hafta connect with someone to talk when they're running errands between the Realms. It doesn't hurt, s'just kinda cold."

"So long as you're sure you're alright, I'll take your word for it," Jimmy said, mentally resolving to double check that verdict with Sam just in case. Jack still looked rather cold and the hot cocoa was going to take a bit to make, so Jimmy shrugged out of the open flannel shirt he'd been wearing over his uniform T-shirt and leaned over the counter to drape it around Jack's shoulders. "Go on and sit down and I'll bring your drink out to you."

"Thanks, Papa J!" Jack chirped, burrowing into the flannel and all but skipping over to his usual table, leaving Jimmy to stare after him and try to convince himself that he had actually heard the boy say that.

And then he shook himself and traded places with Charlie to go make the mug of hot cocoa.

#fluffy february 2024 #rk writes #supernatural fic #urban fantasy au #stealth crossover #adorable jack kline

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.......Hmm. The battle was won, but at what cost? Normally, this would be the part where he'd make a quip about things just taking time to get back to normal.

...But, you know. Not the time. Not because he actually read the room, but because the 'room' around them was deforming at an alarming rate. Still standing on the now-deteriorating railing, DB stumbled to get ahold of the bars.

The room was only getting smaller, smaller, and smaller, until...

BOOM.

Whatever was the last of the Foise's toon magic sent him flying down one of the NTV hallways. The Banana had little tome to brace himself as he bounced off the floor a couple times before slowly skidding to a stop.

Normally, these unexpected bouts of force and toon damage would have left him with a few bruises and stinging of pain...

...But if he gained any, it already healed up by the time he realized what happened. Maybe too well...

"....Why am I not bruised, pain, and limping on one leg, here?"

😇 "Oh! We... I think we still have a lot of that pure healing energy left. 😈 probably held on to a LOT of it like a sponge." 😈 "...snork mimimi...."

"...Right. Guess it was a lot more than we ever expected to receive at once."

😇 "Well, we never gained that much in a large amount, and much less of that level of purity."

"....I thought I saw Death having a strange new form. He's healed me a few times before with a similar energy, but..." It was a normal amount, and not enough to completely pacify his bad-leaning self. And also not when the reaper's hair was as red as burning flames. Who knew reapers had their own 'super' form?...

😇 "...Maybe we could make this last as long as we want."

A moment of quiet.

😇 "Just.. think about this. This is, like, the healing factors of all healing factors! We don't have to worry about bruises! Or people trying to hurt us! Or humiliation or pain from anything! We can finally just... smile. And laugh. And dance without the fear of death threats! It would be like our beginning days!"

Another moment.

...It all sounded promising. But there was no denying the hesitation of something that was too good to be true. Maybe it was true. But maybe...

"...You and I both know that would be selfish thinking." Having seen and heard most of the last important bit, he knew that there were others who did not have this luck of being healed properly. Perhaps it was cheating that he had the powers required for soul-related 'purposes', but he stood firm that he never asked for them in the first place. He didn't ask for making 😈 a part of his life either, but on the other hand... He's the reason why he's learning from pain and suffering. To learn how to grow a backbone. To realize that the world isn't always fair and that one can't always expect for things to get easier by themselves. Of course, he also comes with the negatives - snarky behavior, occasional rudeness, short temper, stubbornness, and whatnot.

But 😇 also balances out the more negative traits with positivity. And empathy to those whom he can relate to. And occasional kindness regardless of the other's existence. And love and compassion... It's just that they dislike confrontation and only wishes for the 'easy' way possible.

"...As the saying goes - no pain, no gain. If it wasn't for all the pain that we went through for the last couple of years, we wouldn't have learned anything at all. Besides, if I'm gonna step up as a better toon at one point, then death threats would be the last of our concerns." After all, 'real' toons can't die. And pain is only temporary, anyways.

😇 ".....I suppose we're right. I know there's many others who could use it a lot more than we do right now."

...He wondered if he can return enough of it back somehow. Maybe to whoever remained at NTV, at least...

#where he at (ic update)#appeeling show host (dancing banana)#pizzatrocious #((Anyone who remained in NTV need healing? For sure he'll end up giving the rest to Death but... anyone need help from who's basically a-#-walking HP Banana at the moment? //hit ))#lordofthelostworld

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fruchtfleisch-art · 10 months

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Something like ‘home sick from work’ or ‘picnic’ could be interesting prompts for the microfics! :)

Three things: (1) my friend Danny has a lovely illustration/microfic of a Kirashino picnic here, please go admire it and the absolutely insane top-down angle it was drawn at.

(2) I apologize for how long this took... I started writing and then immediately got sick myself, which helped me come up with descriptions but really hindered my ability to write them down 😭.

(3) If it wasn't obvious by the slow post rate of these last few prompts, my free time is back to being somewhat limited, so this is the last microfic! Thank you so, so much to everyone who sent a prompt in! I'll definitely run something like this again someday, it was really fun :) This batch will be posted up on AO3 soon, after I rest a bit.

Kirashino microfic #6/6?: Home sick from work

It’s a proven fact: Yoshikage Kira does not take sick days.

That doesn’t mean he’s never been sick, necessarily, but he’s not the type to laze around in bed when he doesn’t feel well. The last time he caught the flu bug circulating in his office, he set a nighttime alarm for his twice-daily dose of fever reducer, wore a mask all week, and stayed out of the break room. His supervisor had praised him for his commitment and excellent work ethic.

“Kawajiri Kosaku”, on the other hand, has called out sick for three days, and is completely fed up with the whole ordeal. It just doesn’t make sense. He’s young, he has a strong immune system, and he takes excellent care of himself. He should be feeling better by now, or at least a bit less like week-old roadkill.

Three days in, and it’s all Kira can do to lie on the Kawajiri’s couch, desperately craving sleep he can’t have. Every time his eyes slide shut and his mind goes quiet, the tight, sharp ache in his throat prods him back to listless wakefulness, forces him to sit up and hack another wad of bloody phlegm into the nearest tissue. It’s miserable work. His chest hurts from coughing.

Time passes in sludgy fits and starts, the dawn light outside growing steadily brighter. The next time he rolls over to cough, it’s agonizingly bright, and Shinobu is standing in the doorway, a shopping bag tucked under her arm. When did she get here?

“Sorry,” she says quietly. “I didn’t mean to wake you up. How are you feeling?”

Instead of leaving, she comes in to tidy up his sick den, picking up trash and empty cups. It’s irritating. The whole point of him staying downstairs is to prevent infecting the one healthy person left in the house. What’s he supposed to do if she gets sick?

“Shinobu,” he tries to say, but his voice breaks with a raspy squeak. He tries again and nothing comes out.

“Hayato is feeling a lot better today,” Shinobu says cheerfully, giving no indication she heard him. “So I’m sure you won’t be far behind.”

Kira doesn’t want to hear about the disease vector she calls her son, doesn’t want to even think about him. The idea of Hayato contaminating him, of his virus squirming its way past his immune system, replicating, clogging his airways with gunk and boiling his brain to fevered mush is…

Another thick, sticky cough bubbles up and forces him forward, tears pricking his eyes as mucus shifts painfully in his chest. Shinobu is there with a pack of tissues when the cough is finally productive, brings a glass of water when he’s done with the tissues.

“That sounds awful, sweetie. Can I help?” She brings her shopping bag over to the couch. A thin blue box emerges from the shopping bag. From the box, like magic, emerges a fresh bottle of SS Bron.

Shinobu! Wonderful woman! His own Florence Nightingale. He didn’t even know they were running low on cough medicine. He watches her measure out a few milliliters of cola-colored syrup into a spoon, the harsh sunlight bouncing off the rim in a blinding white circle.

The light.

“T-” Kira says. Swallows hard, throat working a slimy circuit. Tries again: “Time is it?”

“Almost noon. Why?”

His last dose was at eight o’clock, not even four hours ago. It hasn’t been nearly long enough for him to have another. Didn’t she read the label?

Horrible woman! Is she trying to give him brain damage? Kill him?

He bristles, ready to admonish Shinobu for her carelessness, but the moment he opens his mouth she brings the spoon to his lips. A barely-there sweetness trickles over his tongue.

“Don’t worry about that. You need the rest,” she says, smiling fondly at him. “I’m not keeping you on a schedule, honey. You just work on feeling better.”

That’s not it, not at all! Kira isn’t worried about oversleeping. He’s worried about missing too much work and contagion and how he has, just now, possibly overdosed on codeine. He would happily explain this to her, but his throat is packed with ground glass and forcing out anything louder than a sigh is painful, terribly painful.

Shinobu bends down to kiss his cheek, then places a cool hand on his forehead. He closes his eyes as her fingers push through his sweat-sodden bangs, scratch lightly at his scalp.

It’s humiliating, being petted like a dog, or a… something. That’s it. Humiliating.

He’s too sick to move, though. So, so, sick.

Might as well make himself comfortable.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #shinobu kawajiri #yoshikage kira #kira yoshikage #kirashino #an extra 200 words because i suffered for this one... i lived it (sort of)#i had no nice housewife to buy me cough syrup unfortunately 😔 kira you lucky bastard #i also found out while researching that american cold meds like nyquil are banned in japan bc they're classified as illegal narcotics #while japanese cold medication often contains caffeine to help people who are working... i would not like to take that stuff lmao

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wait i wanna ask u abt homestuck characters for the bingo but idk anything abt what genre of hs fan u are… u could be a midnight crew stan for all i know. uhhh u don’t have to answer any of these if u don’t want to but rose, kanaya, dave, karkat and/or any other homestuck character u projected onto when u were a teenager

Ok this is gonna be a long one because you asked me for 4 characters and whoever I projected onto and I was a strilonde motherfucker so I've done the four you asked about as well as Dirk and Roxy. I'll start with Roxy

My friends in middleschool got me into homestuck by assigning me Roxy kin. Which fair enough I am still kinda like that to this day. I didn't project onto her as hard as I did with Dave but I'm love her.

Dirk is my homestuck problematic fav I love him so much I liked it when he mailed his severed head to Jake because he was gay. A respectable flirting method if ever there was one.

I'll do Karkat next. My emotions on him are uncomplicated. I like him and he's dating my Blorbo so ... king shit. Starred in many a mediocre fanfic authored by baby me.

Now for Kanaya. I love her so much she's so cool I cosplayed her like not even that long ago I think it was 2 years ago. I freaked out my friend's cat. I like it when she kills people with her chainsaw. I say everyone's wrong about her but me because, and this applies to rose too, but less so because Rose had her whole alcoholism arc, I feel like the fandom portrays her as more competent and put together than she is just because her aesthetic is very poised. Shes a 13 year old disaster lesbian. She just also happens to be the mom friend. You will put respect on her name honestly smh.

I'm gonna do Dave and Rose together because I have a fun story about them so here's the bingo cards.

You guys are about to unlock forbidden mentally ill Jamie lore, so buckle up. When I was 13 I came out as a trans boy to my parents and asked to be put on testosterone and was denied. I was already in the throes of puberty, had been for a year and a half at that point. And I finally had the answer for why I felt so shitty about it and I had the solution and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it because I was essentially, as all children are under our current shitty legal model of family, my parents' property. I had no fucking rights and so I couldn't choose what puberty I was going to go through even though I would be much happier now if they had. But anyway point is I was able to understand and articulate what was going on and by all rights I should have transitioned back then, but there was still this barrier. It was the most frustrating thing in the world. Part of my coping strategy for this horrid injustice that was occurring in my life was to put Dave and Rose in a jar and shake them around. I had an ongoing comic that I drew that I think I intended to put online at some point but never did where Dave(FtM) and Rose(MtF) while stuck on the meteor went through the throws of puberty Rose got tall, started growing facial hair at an alarming rate, the whole bit. Dave suffered his binder becoming too small and periods. It was a whole thing. And they spent 3 years trying and failing to alchemize synthetic hormones. Meanwhile they were surrounded by and developing relationships with these trolls who didn't understand human puberty and there were many goofs and gaffs about these trolls, but especially Kanaya and Karkat, just not getting it in the gayest way possible.

#hoemstuck #davekat #rosemary #rose lalonde #roxy lalonde #dave strider #dirk strider #karkat vantas #kanaya maryam

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thelittlestancient · 2 years

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FIC: From High Towers (2/5?)

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Characters: Elidibus, Warrior of Light (Sosomeni Tutumeni), G'raha Tia (in later parts) Rating: General Audiences Words: 693 Prompt: "How would that even work?"

Part 1

"How would that even work?" Sosomeni asked, ever curious about the workings of aetherology. "You'd have to traverse the Rift, and you're bound, well, here. How could you leave to do so, trapped as you are?"

"The crystal you brought with you--it is a small soul vessel, rather cramped for one such as myself, but under the circumstances it shall have to suffice," Elidibus said, gesturing to where it still sits, lodged in the controls of the Umbilicus. "It will not take much effort to insert myself into it, though I pray, do not be alarmed by the process. The din will be terrible, but there is no danger.

"When I am fully seated, you will be free to carry me where you wish, and may bear me back to the Source as easily as you bore the crystal itself here."

"And you want me to bring you to the Source's Crystal Tower instead of this one, which begs a question: if the Tower itself is so necessary to what you plan to do, why can't you simply do it here?" Soso's question wasn't so much full of doubt as it was sheer thirst for knowledge; long had he wondered about how the Ascians had accomplished all they did, and the revelations about Amaurot and the world of the Ancients so far had only whetted his tongue.

"By way of--" Elidibus shook his head. "No, a more thorough explanation can wait until I have the time to give it. Rather imagine, if you will, a mirror. A small mirror reflects a small amount of light; a larger mirror reflects a larger amount of light. So it is with aether. While I am no longer capable of wielding the star's aether directly without Zodiark, I spent my youth studying the means by which I might use the star to reflect and refract my own aether, thus amplifying my power. But my practice made use of the star as it was prior to the Sundering, of course; a single shard is comparatively small and fragile, and I must be extremely careful in the way I make use of it. But the Source is several times rejoined, and thus it offers to me a much larger and sturdier surface to work with, greatly increasing what I am capable of.

"And while I cannot take on the aether of the star, by binding myself to the Crystal Tower, I can wield its aether as my own, with the result that I would become part of it in truth."

Sosomeni pondered for a moment, taking in all Elidibus said. "...exactly as the Crystal Exarch himself had done, though perhaps for different reasons."

A nod of response. "I am, as are all of my kind, effectively immortal. As I said to you on our first meeting, there is no cessation, no oblivion--only expulsion. I cannot be cast into the Aetherial Sea, into the Lifestream, save by my own desire to go there. The Tower does not change that fact, and I will be no more bound to life there than I am here. I remain free to choose the time and circumstances of my own death."

"Then you forgo the hope of freedom for a lifetime of imprisonment," Sosomeni said, having wilted somewhat at Elidibus' words. "It seems like such a feeble bargain, in order to save the star."

Elidibus half-smiled at him. "No greater imprisonment than it was to be bound up in Zodiark. I shall have such power at my hands as few of my fellows in Amaurot ever dreamt of, without the necessity of having to mediate between the souls who comprised Him. With so little to distract me, I intend to devote myself wholly to study and research, and by such even my understanding of aetherology might grow by leaps and bounds; the breadth and depth which I shall add to that of the sundered would seem to defy description.

"Now: draw the crystal out of there and set it in the middle of the floor, and then brace yourself. I promise the Tower will not collapse around you, however much you may fear it."

Part 3

#soso stories: sosomeni tutumeni #elidibus #fictober22 #final fantasy xiv #concept library: fic #fic: from high towers

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darklingichor · 2 years

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Dreadful Company by Vivian Shaw *Spoilers*

I've had a hell of a time writing this, through no fault of the book.

Work blows big.

Anyway.

Dreadful Companyfinds Greta and Ruthven in Paris. Greta is there for a medical conference and Ruthven is there to make sure she has fun.

Weird things are happening in the city of lights. It becomes apprent to Greta when she starts finding monsters (supernatural animals) in her hotel room. First is a Well Monster. Routinely summoned way back when keeping treasure hidden in wells was the best way to avoid theft and interest rates, they are toad-like creatures who protect anything shiny

The next was an hair monster, which in the description, sounds a bit like the footstool from beauty and the beast, but with long hair like a Shih Tzu. They are bred as pets, but can also be summoned magically.

Greta feels that finding monsters in her room is odd so she plans on telling Paris's equivalent of Ruthven, a werewolf named St. Germain.

Before she can, she is kidnapped and taken to the catacombs under the city.

There is a coven of vampires who is lead by a guy named Corvin. Corvin crossed Ruthven in the 1990's. He and his coven at the time were going around London,making far too much of a show of themselves, thinking they were superior to humans.

Ruthven, when it became evident that this guy was too stupid to understand that acting like a low class Lestat was going to get them all killed, cleaned his clock and told him to get out of his city.

Corvin has been nursing a grudge since then and when he saw Ruthven and Greta at the opera, he decided he was going to get back at him.

So, he has is second in command Grisaille, kidnapped her and throw her in a dungeon. What the next phase of his plan is, is less clear.

Grisaille is an interesting character, and one that I quickly came to love. He's probably about 200 years old and describes himself as a great second in command, as long as he is following a good leader, which, of course he knows Corvin is not.

He's got a decent streak that he tries to play down, honestly, he has something like imposter syndrome. It is hinted that he was involved with Viktor Frankenstein and the creation of his monster, and that he has never gotten over the guilt. To that end,making any sort of decision terrifies him, hence his role as a lieutenant.

Of course when push comes to shove, he does the right thing.

That's something I really love about these books. Vampires aren't seen as cursed beings doomed to be bad. Outside of Varney's trips into self loathing which get less frequent as time goes on, there's not a lot of brooding on a cursed existence. Just like anyone else, what a vampire makes of their life is up to them, as long g as they don't decide to grow garlic in the land of the midnight sun.

Ruthven, before the kidnapping was called away from Paris, so wasn't there to notice that Greta seems to have disappeared. Varney, however was supposed to meet her at the airport, when she returned to London. When she didn't show, he raises the alarm

Thus our two vampires connect with the werewolf of Paris and set out to find Greta.

This element of the story is frustrating to me. I kind of hate it when the reader knows everything that the characters need to know.

It has always made me wish that I could jump into the book like the kids from Mary Poppins and give them directions.

While Varney, Ruthven and St. Germain try to figure out where to start, other beings are sensing what Greta was suspecting, when the monsters appeared.

Shit's going slightly sideways.

The first to notice are a pair of Psychopomps (beings that help souls cross to the other side ) they keep seeing a lot of weird ghost activity and along with that some very odd things happening with time and such. Plus the ghosts in the Paris cemetery say somethings off

This is related too, but also sort of running parallel with Greta's story, the two don't really cross until close to the end.

I love the psychopomps, and want a series following them as they go around the world helping souls crossover. They are much less depressing about it than Odd Thomas, or the kid from The Sixth Sense.

I have also headcannoed the psychopomps as being in a QPP as well as business partners. Just a vibe I got.

All three books are also amazing with relationships. No one puts out the romance above friends feeling, and all of the main romantic relationships, it is clear that the people like each other, and the relationships are diverse, and believable. In short, they don't take over the story *and* they didn't make me roll my eyes. Very cool!

This book perfectly balances handling the set up from the first book, while setting up what will be the driving force in the next book., and having a strong plot of its own.

#book #books #book blogging 2022 #vivian shaw #dreadful company #spoilers #fantasy

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aloudplace · 7 days

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Dirty thoughts 12

Three years later - Thanos has come and gone, and Earth is rebuilding in the wake of the snap.

“I'm not saying it's a perfect solution, but it'll get us by until we have legislation on our side.”

Thor gave me a petulant look and then considered the blueprints laid out on the table between us. “Where the hell is Stark?”

The conference room was empty but for the two of us. “Probably potty training his daughter or something,” I replied impatiently. “What's he going to tell you that you haven't already heard, anyway? New Asgard is getting crowded and Stark is offering you this--” I gestured at the blueprints, “--wonderland of domestic possibilities. What's the problem?”

He scowled at the long reams of paper detailing the small city Tony had designed to accommodate the growing Asgardian population. Somewhere between Thanos and the New World government, the Asgardians had started pairing up with humans. Turns out the two races can produce babies at an alarming rate. Like, in twins and triplets. Thor had a sort of population boom on his hands.

Which was good, when you really thought about it. After losing half of their people in the snap, the Asgardians had given up their disdain for inter-species coupling. I suspected seeing their prince in a relationship with me may have influenced that decision as well.

Human were dealing with the devastation of the snap a little differently. There was, understandably, a great deal of lingering resentment in the collective human consciousness towards all alien life forms. And considerable fear.

Earth was in the process of instituting a worldwide counsel--one that would unify the planet at a never-before-seen level--all with the purpose of protecting the human race from future intergalactic threats. As you might expect, the process was fraught with conflict, not the least of which concerned Asgard.

Nine out of ten countries on the planet wanted to expel the Asgardians from Earth entirely. The remaining one in ten--including the USA--saw them as powerful allies. But very few were open to full integration. Even in the US it was a huge controversy.

The Asgardians hadn't even been given citizenship yet. They had, as far as Earth was concerned, no rights. They couldn't vote, own property, or marry. Even the citizenship of the twenty three half-Asgardian babies now living on Stark’s compound was hotly contested. And the world outside of the compound--though much less densely populated than it had been--was pretty damned hostile to them.

In an effort to create a place for the dozens of budding human-Asgardian families to live safely, Stark had designed a new compound, to be built in rural New York. I wasn't totally clear on the politics myself, but he seemed to think if we structured it like a commune, the government would let us well enough alone until they figured out the whole Earth-citizenship thing.

I thought it was a pretty brilliant solution, but Thor was still chapped that the human race wasn't embracing the Asgardians wholeheartedly. His people--especially those who'd taken human partners--were being treated like pariahs.

“Thor,” I said, trying to make it gentle (his stubbornness was beginning to drive me crazy), “You can't force it. Earth will come around, but it's gonna take time. It took us hundreds of years to give women and people of color equal rights, and we're still struggling with that in many ways.”

He turned that petulant look on me again, blue eye resentful. “If it weren't for Asgard, Earth would be in ruins a dozen times over by now. Your people--”

I held up a hand. “I am not having this argument with you again. Besides, you're preaching to the choir. I want what you want. I'm just trying to be the voice of reason here.”

He sighed. “I know you are. I'm sorry, little sister.”

Oh, for God's sake. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that? I'm not your sister.”

Thor flashed me a grin and started folding up the plans for New-New Asgard. “You might as well be. Or, rather, you would be, if the blasted humans would legalize Asgardian-human marriage.”

I rolled my eyes. “You severely overestimate your brother's commitment to me.”

“I heard him say that he loved you three times yesterday,” Thor replied smugly, straightening from the table with the plans under his arm.

“You heard him say he adores me three times,” I scoffed, following behind him as he went for the exit. “And that was because he pissed me off and he was trying to get back on my good side. Where are you taking those, by the way?”

“To Stark,” he said as we stepped into the hall. “I want to discuss the agricultural plans with him.” He stopped to face me, clasping my shoulder in one big hand. “You've been an enormous boon, little sister.”

I sighed and he grinned at me flirtatiously. “You have the makings of a queen in you, have I ever told you that?”

“Ew,” I said flatly.

He meant it though, flirtation aside. Thor wasn't great at expressing himself--which ran in his family, blood-relation or no--but he’d learned he could rely on me to read his thoughts and feelings when words failed him. Right now they spelled out in no uncertain terms that my efforts as his official human-Asgard relations advisor were deeply appreciated. He knew how stressful it was for me--and how much he frustrated me on a daily basis.

“Go thank your brother,” I grumbled. “He's the one who talked me into taking the job.”

Smiling at my gruffness, Thor asked, “Where is Loki, anyway?”

“With Banner in the big lab. They're working on the new quantum-field thingy.”

“The Soul-forge,” he bobbed his blonde head in approval. “Healing technology on Earth is abysmal. Loki believes that if we can reproduce the healing rooms of Asgard, the technology can be used to barter with the Earth government for Asgardian citizenship rights.”

“Yeah, he told me. Plus, you know, Asgardians can have proper medical care in the meantime.”

Thor grinned. “That is good also.”

I waved him off and turned away down the hall. “Go pester Stark and Pepper. I'll see you at the council meeting later.”

“Later, little sister.”

I shot him a glare but he'd already turned, broad back swaying slightly as he strutted away. I'd tried to get him to start wearing human clothing, but he wouldn't give up the traditional Asgardian armor. Said it was important for his Kingly image, to project strength and battle-readiness at all times.

Well, at least he wasn't walking around in a cape anymore. That was something.

Loki had taken to human clothing with little resistance. Which had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that seeing him in jeans and a t-shirt made my mouth water and my insides turn to mush.

Okay, maybe it did.

It definitely did.

Smiling to myself as I strolled towards the elevator, I pulled out my cell and shot the God of Mischief a text.

What's for lunch?

He responded almost immediately.

You?

I chuckled, punched the “up” button on the elevator and typed, Don't you get tired of eating the same thing every day?

The elevator dinged as his answer came back.

Is that a trick question? I haven't tasted you in nearly a week.

Inside the elevator, I pushed the button that would take me up to the lab and then answered, Well, you'll be happy to hear that the tide is out.

The tide? He replied. Is that one if your euphemisms for menstruation?

Yes.

There was a silence of of approximately thirty seconds as the elevator hummed up past several floors of offices and smaller labs.

Finally he answered. Where are you?

I typed, In the elevator. On my way to you.

His response made me tingle with anticipation.

My office. On the desk. Two minutes. Remove your panties before I get there.

What about my dress? I asked, imagining waiting for him completely naked.

Leave it on. He responded promptly. I’m going to crawl under your skirts and suck you.

Holy hell. Alright then.

I went to his office just down the hall from the lab and arranged myself primly on the edge of his big desk, panties tucked into my purse.

I felt him coming before I saw him--a Loki-flavored storm of psychic lust.

He swept in a moment later wearing black jeans and a dark green button-up under his lab coat, long hair pulled back into a loose bun at the nape of his neck.

“I cannot tell you how much I love your sexy scientist look,” I said as he crossed the room to me, green eyes predatory.

“Try,” he said brusquely, nudging my legs apart to stand between them. His big hands spanned my waist, slid up to cup my breasts, squeezing and lifting.

Breathlessly, I murmured, “Bring the labcoat home tonight and I'll show you.”

His only response was a low growl. He bent over me a little, hands on my hips now, pulling me to the very edge of the desk. I thought he was going to kiss me--he was thinking about kissing me--but he dropped to his knees between my feet and looked up into my face with smug intent.

Sneaky bastard. He'd projected the thought at me to hide his real intentions. God of Lies indeed.

His hands slid up the insides of my thighs, skirt bunching at his wrists. I felt his thumb brush the outer lips of my sex and shivered, opening my legs a little further to accommodate his shoulders as he leaned forward.

He lifted the skirt and his head disappeared under it. A moment later his mouth was on me, hot and wet, tongue penetrating sensitive flesh.

I heard myself gasp, heard him sucking me, watched as he pulled my legs over his shoulders and burrowed in.

“Holy God,” I gasped. “Loki that's--ah! No biting!”

He flipped my skirts up and glared at me. “No talking. Don't distract me.”

Oh boy, he was in one of his moods. One of my favorites, actually. I liked to think of it as his “Silence-puny-mortal” mood. Generally this mood entailed a whole lot of sexual dominance and absolutely no conversation.

I should have seen it coming. We’d gone nearly a week without sexual contact. The God of Mischief was starving.

He sucked me with such aggressive focus that I started to shake and my arms wouldn't support me anymore. I fell back onto the desk and he growled again, yanking my ass over the edge so he could hold me to his mouth with both arms.

I came perhaps a minute later with his lips sealed to my body, sucking me in rhythmic pulses even as his tongue worked up and down between my folds in rapid figure eights.

I grabbed hold of his hair and struggled not to buck against his mouth while the orgasm threatened to split me apart. I could actually feel my entire sex throbbing in his mouth, clit pulsing, insides clenching.

“Jesus Christ,” I whimpered when his mouth broke away.

Loki growled again and flipped me over, pulled me up onto to my feet and pushed me over to the bookshelf behind his desk.

He placed my hands on the edge of the shelf nearest my face and I stared blankly at the row of leather bindings, panting helplessly while he shaped my waist and ass with both hands.

I looked down when his black dress shoes bracketed my feet, heard the soft buzz of his zipper going down.

Half a breath later the head of his cock was there between my legs, broad and hot, pushing just inside and then pausing.

I made an involuntary, strangled gasping sound. His size never failed to shock me the first time after any prolonged period of abstinence. Even wet as I was, the penetration hurt a little bit.

Loki took hold of my hips again, pulling me back and up--onto my tip-toes--before he gave me his length in a quick, decisive thrust.

I whimpered again, knees buckling. The angle was incredible. Incendiary. Pleasure sizzled down my legs, up through my womb, straight to the tips of my breasts.

Loki lifted me up effortlessly and set my right knee on one of the lower shelves to steady me--and to open me to him even further. The position kept me high on the toes of my left foot. I wobbled, knees still watery.

“Loki--” I protested, and then cut off on a gasp when he bit my shoulder.

“Quiet,” he snarled--not angry, but urgent. Unyielding. His hands gripped my hips, taking some of my weight and holding me steady. And then he began to thrust.

I clutched the shelf and cried out. He wasn't being gentle--he never was in this kind of mood--and his thrusts damn near lifted me off the floor.

But it was good. Jesus God Almighty it was good!

I could hear him panting behind me, making low sounds of pleasure, hips smacking loudly against my ass, holding my skirt up with one hand so he could watch his cock going in.

His thoughts came to me in a wordless flow of images and sensations. I saw the curves of my ass through his eyes. The gleam of my wetness on his cock. Felt the way my insides pulsed around him and how my heat made him wild.

His feelings came to me, too. His joy at having me again. His aggression, his love. And just a hint of the frustration and longing he'd felt during the last week, waiting for my menses to pass.

It's still made me wild to know that Loki loved me. That he wanted me so much--so intensely--even after three years. He didn't say the words often, despite what Thor had claimed to hear. In fact, I could count on one hand the number of times Loki had actually said the words “I love you.”

He thought them at me daily, though. Poured the feeling into every kiss. Every touch. Every thrust of his cock.

I came again with a ragged sob and the pulse of his love intensified, drove me higher. He bit my shoulder again and rode me harder through the spasms of pleasure, groaning as he found his own release.

He gave me a vivid sensation of his orgasm as it gripped him. The thought came imprinted with his signature smug pleasure.

I'd told him once how it aroused me to feel his cock jerking inside me. To see it. To know that he was coming. To receive those long, liquid spurts into my mouth, my pussy, even my hands. Ever since, he'd made sure to share his own experience of it with me in vivid detail.

I could actually feel each spasm starting behind his testicles--could feel the liquid rush along his cock and the wetness flooding us both as it left him.

It never failed to make me come.

By the time I'd descended from my second orgasm, Loki was carrying me to his desk again, settling into the big leather rolling chair with me draped limply across his lap, head on his shoulder.

“I don't know why you won't let me make love to you during your menses,” he said, with irritating composure. “I lose control of myself every time you make me go so long without.”

Good lord, he was actually ashamed that he'd taken me so roughly.

I cracked an eye open and peered up at him. “Are you apologizing to me right now?” My voice came out weak and hoarse.

He gave me a resentful look. “Your ass is bright red and you look as though you nearly lost consciousness. I feel like a beast when I do this to you.”

I closed my eye again, too tired to hold it open. “Don't apologize for giving me three mind-blowing orgasms.”

His worry settled, but he was still a little ashamed, thinking about how delicate I was. How I would be bruised tomorrow and he would have to be extra gentle with me. We'd gone through this countless times. He never seemed to get it through his head that I liked it when he was rough.

Loki smoothed my skirt down over my thighs with one hand. “I like this dress.”

“You should,” I mumbled, turning my face into his chest. “You picked it out.”

It was green, of course. Sleek and fitted in the bodice, with light, flowy skirts that hugged my hips and clung to my legs. I had to admit it looked good on me. Better than anything I would have chosen for myself.

Loki reached over me to pluck a few tissues from the box on his desk, then tucked his hand between my legs to clean me up before his mess could trickle out and wet my clothes.

“Thank you,” I mumbled.

“Of course.”

His quiet drifted over me and I opened my eyes again. “What's the matter?”

“Nothing,” he said seriously.

“You're shielding,” I accused. “You never do that anymore unless you're upset about something.”

“I'm not upset,” he insisted, bending to kiss me.

Kisses were an excellent distraction technique. I let him get away with it because I knew better than to badger him about whatever he was hiding. He'd tell me eventually. Plus, he hadn't kissed me like this in what felt like ages. Slow and deep.

Loki's special, lazy after-sex kisses were a singular sort of pleasure.

When he took his tongue back and lifted away, I reached up to pull the tie out of his hair and drew the mass of soft black curls over his shoulder, rubbing the ends against my lips. He watched me with a lazy, hooded expression of affection.

“I love you,” I said quietly.

His pupils dilated slightly. “I love you, too.”

My heart fluttered and I felt myself flush a little under that steady green gaze.

“Kiss me some more,” I whispered.

He bent to oblige and we kissed for a long time in a love-drunk, post-orgasmic haze.

Someone knocked on the door and he broke away to snap, “Get lost!” before coming back for more.

I giggled against his lips and pushed at his shoulder. “What if that was important?”

“It wasn't,” he growled, holding my jaw so he could kiss me some more.

“Sandwiches are important,” I said, muffled into his mouth.

Sighing deeply, he sat back. “Fine, go get your sandwiches.”

I bounded up from his lap and over to the door, poking my head into the hall.

The woman who ran the lunch cart turned back when she heard the door open and I waved her over. A moment later, two fat salami sandwiches and a pair of cokes in had, I returned to Loki's desk.

He watched me come with that same strangely serious expression, emotions very still, gaze lingering on my thighs, and then my breasts. When I sat on his desk between his open legs, he finally looked at my face.

I handed him a sandwich and he took it wordlessly.

“Loki, you're freaking me out,” I murmured, setting the cokes beside my hip. “Did something happen?”

He shook his head, focused now on the sandwich he was unwrapping slowly with both hands.

I watched him do this, growing more and more anxious, my own sandwich forgotten in my lap.

“I recovered a spell,” he said quietly, peeling the last layer of white butcher paper away from his sandwich. “That prolongs human life.”

I could not possibly have been less prepared for such a proclamation.

When I said nothing, he looked up at me. “I've been debating whether or not to tell you.”

All I could do for several breaths was to blink at him stupidly, thoughts tumbling.

“It's a spell Asgardians used a very long time ago, when it was common practice to take human lovers. Odin made it illegal before the Aesir-Vanir war, when we withdrew our presence from Midgard.” He paused, watching my face--for what kind of reaction, I have no idea.

I couldn't muster a single word.

He took a deep breath. Let it out slowly. “The Asgardians asked me if I could recover the spell some time ago.”

That made sense, what with all the half-Asgardian babies being born.

“But,” he went on carefully, “I'm concerned about the implications for our relations with the government...if I start gifting human beings with extended life spans…”

“Yes,” I said, voice rusty. “I see what you mean.”

“On the other hand,” he looked at his sandwich, held between long fingers as though he might lift it from his lap to his mouth at any moment. “If I don't give it to them…”

Half-Asgardian babies aged at a fraction of the speed of human babies. Their human parents would be long gone before they reached adulthood.

“Have you talked to Thor about this?” I asked.

He nodded. “He is, as you might expect, adamantly for it. Under one condition.”

“What's that?”

Loki gazed at his sandwich for a moment, and then looked at me very steadily. “Marriage.”

“Marriage?” I repeated blankly, heart pounding.

He nodded. “Only couples who want to wed will be allowed use of the spell.”

Again, I found myself speechless.

The implications for Earth and Asgard were quite serious. I could just see the uproar it would cause for Thor to grant such a thing to selected human beings.

The personal implications, on the other hand...I met Loki's gaze again, trying to read him.

Shut tight. No surprise there. But he was gazing at me in that same steady way, expression just a little guarded, like he was waiting for me to say something, do something.

"Why marrigae?" I asked. "What if some of the new parents don't want to marry?"

Loki shrugged. "There had to be some stipulation, or else we would be inundated with humans demanding immortality."

"Oh. That makes sense."

He nodded. Silence strenched beteeen us.

“I don't know what to say,” I mumbled finally. “What are you thinking?”

Loki swallowed slowly. His mind flowered open to me.

He was thinking back to our first night together in new Asgard--to that ridiculous half confession I'd made. I heard his words echoing back to me.

I will live to be over five thousand years old.

Oh God, I thought senselessly, heart hammering. Oh God, here it comes.

Paper crinkling softly, Loki picked up his sandwich and set it beside me on the desk, then leaned sideways and opened the bottom drawer next to my dangling legs.

He pulled something out of it--a small stone box carved with interwoven Celtic symbols. Green eyes rose again to my face.

He held it out to me and I sat there frozen, looking at him.

“I can give you the next sixty years,” he said gravely, “Can you give me the next four thousand?”

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