#i made him the prettiest princess in the whole wing

[moth-tv420]

did raids tonight and this guy kept spinning around like a ballerina so i gave him the dress he deserves <3

#my art #artists on tumblr #clip studio paint #digital art #guild wars 2 #gw2 #deimos gw2 #i made him the prettiest princess in the whole wing #he deserves it for being a dramatic shithead

[doremimosasol]

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 - 𝐆𝐫𝐲𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ✧

Ravenclaw!reader here

Hufflepuff!reader here

Slytherin!reader here

warnings: blood, unconsciousness? nothing too serious I promise

word count: 1,2 k

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Gryffindor and Slytherin

two polar opposites

like fire and water

like two positive magnets

and so were you and Mattheo Riddle

you started on bad terms already on the Hogwarts Express, on your way to Hogwarts for the first time ever

you bumped into each other in the pathway on the train, knocking him over and making him rip a small part of his robes

(his fault by the way)

it wasn't your intention but he was absolutely furious

yelling in your face, calling you whatever names he could come up with

it wasn't a pleasant experience, that's for sure

you didn't even set one foot on the schoolgrounds and you already made one enemy

he got sorted into Slytherin and you got sorted into Gryffindor

thank god you didn't get sorted into the same house, the way he acted on the train made him absolutely insufferable

and we weren't even talking about how he acted the whole of first year

you were friends with the Golden Trio which made you all a victim of Draco's annoying pestering

but you were the only victim of the four of Mattheo's despicable behavior

he never went too far though

just some innocent teasing...

...for the first 3 years

it was when you started 4th year that it got worse

the little teasing turned into a full-on mockery

making fun of you in any way possible

it was the year that he came up with a ridiculous nickname: "little lion"

he just stopped using your own name at that point, using any moment to call you by that name

he was proud of it, that he came up with the nickname

every opportunity he saw to yell it at you across the corridor, he took it

he even used the name when talking about you to his friends, they quickly picked up the name too

dumb friends because ONLY HE could use it, no one else, it was his nickname to use

he'd literally start fuming at his friends whenever it slipped up and they called you that too

when you got asked out for the Yule ball, he went absolutely insane

he would never ask you out himself but someone else doing it instead?

absolutely unacceptable

he didn't show it to you nor to anyone, but he was so goddamn jealous

literally going insane because of this stupid feeling he felt all of a sudden

it felt like strings tugged on his heart

like those strings clenched around it, squeezing all the blood out of it

it hurt in some kind of way, like this feeling was swallowing him wholly

he never went too far with his actions...

...until tonight

you got all pretty, spent a lot of time on your make-up, and got the prettiest dream dress you could find

you felt like a princess and you were so excited about tonight

you'd been looking forward to the Yule Ball for months now

for years even, ever since you heard about its existence

but you got stood up...

you didn't get it, you thought the guy was being for real when he asked you out

it completely ruined your night

luckily, Luna came as a savior and danced with you all night

she tried to make you forget about, a heart of gold honestly

everything made sense the next day though...

you heard about your date lying unconscious in the hospital wing

he got brought in yesterday night, apparently his face was completely disheveled

it was still obvious on the shirt he was wearing, the shirt he put on for the dance

instead of white it was now covered in red

this was it.

you were no longer mad at Mattheo, you hated him

you weren't just going to let him get away with this

you'd made sure that he got at least a month of detention, his behavior was just outrageous

"I don't care, it was worth it."

words that would linger in the back of your mind from then on

worth what? reconstructing that guy’s face?

you just couldn't see him as a person anymore, his behavior wasn't normal at all

but your obvious disgust towards him didn't make him stay away from you

it even got worse than before

but it was different

he didn't hurt you anymore, it just became some innocent pestering

following you around in the corridor or annoying you in the library

all just for him to be able to see that annoyed look of yours

the scrunching of your brows and the small scowl on your face just made him want to annoy you even more, it was so rewarding to him

"Will you go on a date with me, little lion?"

huh?

you couldn't have heard that right, but Mattheo Riddle just asked you out on a date?

and you didn't even despise the idea?

you probably should've had, but he had surprisingly grown more mature up to seventh year

and as much as you didn't want to admit it, he did get more charming

more handsome

more attractive, the poles of the magnet slowly changing to negative

more your type

during the whole of seventh year, he asked you out on several occasions

he'd send you letters with handpicked dried flowers, different ones each time

you couldn't help but even find his handwriting attractive, it had this curl in it and didn't match his personality at all

it was cute

he'd sneak into the kitchen to get some cake or other sweets and he'd pull you out of your dorm room to go to the top of the Astronomy Tower with him

he felt proud of himself because he always made sure to get your favorite dessert

he’d explain all the constellations to you, showing off his knowledge about the universe

he'd call them "dates", even though he quite literally had to drag you there sometimes

you couldn't deny that you loved these so-called "dates"

they were cute and it'd shown you a completely different side of him

damn, you started to fall for him

hard

like being pushed to a cold floor

during one of the Quidditch games, he furiously came up to you when he saw you wearing of of the Weasleys' jersey

he pushed his own jersey into your chest, demanding you to change with that typical look

that look that immediately made you go weak in your knees

you couldn't show it

even the smallest slip-up of emotion could confirm your feelings for him

"Change. Now."

his voice, goddamn

it took all your strength to not just kiss him there and then

he'd push you into the dressing room and wouldn't let you leave before he made sure that you wouldn't change into that ridiculous red color again

"Green looks better on you anyway."

it looked good on you: "Riddle"

and from that day on he'd make sure that'd be the only name you'd ever wear

whether it was on his jersey or hopefully (he wished) soon next to your own name

he was the negative magnet after all

pulling you closer and closer to him...

...slowly pulling you into the trap of love

for a Slytherin after all...

#harry potter #fiction #slytherin #slytherin boys #benjamin wadsworth #marcus lopez arguello #Mattheo riddle #headcanons #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheoriddle #mattheo x you #mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle headcanon

[ntls-24722]

so i saw this post

and i've been having brainworms about it. all day.

DRAGON COMET. AND PRINCE FRITZ

i wanted to keep him as an insect-y dragon so I made him into an earwig!! which have like the prettiest wings too

if he looks weird, it's because I switched his body plan at the last second through drawing this. the way I draw DJMM/Comet is that I treat the thorax like a ribcage and the entire abdomen like a pelvis (like a really weird mermaid) but i decided to just give him hips and actual back legs instead of 3 pairs of arms like super last minute

Their whole thing with eachother is that Fritz was one of those "princesses" kept in a tower guarded by a dragon but due to growing disinterest in marrying some random man who would try and kill the one person he has had for company all these years, he has instead fallen for Comet, and is now desperately trying to tell knights to leave him alone.

Despite his attempts at getting across that he is disinterested in marriage and even sending out the message he is dead and gone, knights who either haven't gotten the message or knights more interested in Comet's treasure hoard still flock to their tower only to be greeted not by a damsel in distress but by an irritated 52 year old man who wants these young'uns off his damn lawn.

Also, GMMM? weird spider bf based off of Joro spiders

He's significantly more loud and charismatic compared to the quiet and awkward DJMM which probably leads to a clash once they're arcademates

GM was probably created to aid an overworked DJMM who originally didnt want help whatsoever but eventually did a 180° of "i would give my life for this man"

#djmm #dj music man #ntls-24722 #(almost) daily music man #djmm oc???? #djmm au??????????????? #yea

[liviavanrouge]

Special Abilities pt 2

Vil: *Watches Golden, a sunhat on his head to block the burning sun*

Lilia: Carefully aim and insert your mana into your weapon

Maria: *Sighs, balancing a soccer ball on her foot, aiming for the target*

Lilia: You kids will have to learn how to cloak your mana onto things, anything can be a self defense weapon

Maria: *Nods, focusing on the soccer ball, cloaking it in red mana*

Lilia: Go!

Maria: *Launches the ball up then leaps up and sideways kicks it through the middle of the target*

Lilia: Good job, Mari!!

Maria: *Laughs* Thanks!

Lilia: Golden, you're up next!

Golden: *Twirls a polearm between his index and middle finger, walking forward*

Lilia: Alright, instead of the whole object, you settle for the tip of it

Golden: *Nods, focusing his mana, yellow mana surrounding the tip* Got it...

Lilia: Launch it!

Golden: *Pulls his arm back and tosses the polearm at full speed, striking the middle of the new target*

Lilia: *Claps* Good job!

Vil: They're all very strong and well trained...I am impressed..

Shadow: *Grips his dagger, grey mana surrounding the blade*

Lilia: Go ahead

Shadow: *Runs forward zigzagging then slashes his dagger twice across the target, stopping right behind it*

Vil: Huh?

Shadow: *Flicks his tail causing the target to burst into small sliced up pieces*

Maria: Nice job, Shadow!!

Lilia: *Nods, smiling* That was great!

Shadow: *Walks over, trying to hide his embarrassment but failing* Mhm....thanks

Vil: This feels more like soldier training than self defense...

Silver: *Holds the handle of his sword, pink mana surrounding the blade*

Golden and Shadow: *Laughs at their brother* NICE COLOR!

Shadow: SILVER THE PRETTIEST PRINCESS!!

Golden: WANT A TIARA YOUR HIGHNESS!?

Silver: You guys love picking on me at any chance you get

Golden: *Smirks, laughing* AWWW! SLEEPING BEAUTY SILVER AND HIS PINK MANA!

Shadow: *Cackles* WANT ME TO FIND A PRINCE TO GIVE YOU TRUE LOVES KISS!?

Lilia: *Sighs, chuckling* Boys

Golden and Shadow: SILVER THE FIRST~~~

Silver: You guys are mean....

Vil: Is he....pouting...?!

Silver: *Sighs, keeping the pink mana cloaked around the blade then rushes forward at the target*

Silver: *Slices his sword once across the target, causing half to slide down and hit the ground*

Lilia: Good job, Silver

Kuro: *Cracks his knuckles, stepping forward, then plucks the biggest feather off his wing*

Lilia: Okay, try to infuse your mana into your feather and made it into a weapon

Kuro: *Nods, his eyes closing as he focused*

Vil: *Looks over as Golden sat beside him* You guys really have been training since you were able to

Golden: *Nods, using a towel to wipe the sweat away* My parents want us all to be able to defend ourselves, so the moment our magic appeared and we were old enough to start training, we'd do so for a long while

Golden: There would be times where father leaves us in the woods to let us play games with Sebek, Nex and Vex

Vil: *Frowns at him*

Golden: Livia couldn't join at that time, she's a picky eater and not being able to eat make her sickly, she'd throw up whenever she tried to train with us, and she's a late bloomer

Vil: Oh...

Kuro: *Slices the target into four pieces with a steel feather, grinning*

Livia: NICE KURO!!

Kuro: *Gives Livia a high five* You're last!

Golden: *Quickly pulls Vil to his feet, moving him back* EVERYONE GET BACK!

Lilia: Thirty feet! Come on, thirty feet back!

Vil: Why are we moving back?

Golden: Livia is a late bloomer, mentally, physically, emotionally...even magically but the moment her magic DID appear..boy, is it strong

Vil: Huh?

Golden: Just watch..you are gonna see what I mean

Livia: *Nocks an arrow into the bow, her weapon glowing a dark green as she focused her mana*

Vil: What the-!?

Livia: *Fires the arrow, an explosion going off when the arrow made contact with the target*

Golden: Livia was the last to join us for training, but she far surpassed us with Mana Cloaking....

Vil: Your sister is a beast with magic

Golden: *Smiles stepping closer* She is isn't she

Vil: .....you are not getting any kisses or cuddles from me until you take a shower....

Golden: *Whines looking dejected* Alright babe....

Lilia: Alrighty! Trainings over for today, you all go take showers and relax, we meet here again tomorrow!

Livia: *Runs off with Kuro beaming* SHOWER TIME!!

Kurk: YES!!!

Maria: *Waves to everyone, trotting away*

Shadow and Silver: *Stays behind, helping Lilia clean up the targets*

Lilia: Thanks boys

Vil: Shower, now.

Golden: *Whimpers, walking past his boyfriend*

Vil: *Walks after him* You'll get all the attention you want from me when you're done

Golden: *Perks up and looks at him* All of your attention?

Vil: A whole weeks worth

Golden: *Bolts away, beaming* HELL YEAH! SHOWER TIME!

Vil: Goldy baby! Don't run!

#twst livia #twst oc #disney twst #livia vanrouge #twst lilia #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst silver #twst disney #twisted wonderland disney #twst wonderland #twst #twst ocs #twistedwonderland #twisted oc #silver #silver twisted wonderland #silver twst #silver vanrouge #twisted wonderland silver #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia vanrouge #lilia #lilia twst #twisted wonderland lilia #vil #twisted wonderland vil #twst vil #vil schoenheit #twst vil schoenheit

[stargirlfics]

His Cherub

Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black/WOC Little!Reader

💞 Happiest of Birthdays to @strawbeariefaerie! My sweet and lovely Rosie, I hope this brings a smile to your face! I love you dearly and wanted to give you a little something special!! Thank you for being my friend!!! 💞

Warnings: light ddlg themes, mention of sexual content, mostly fluff!!

Steve Rogers was a man of romance and today of all days, he intended on showing you the heights of his love for you!

Today was his little girl’s birthday, a most cherished day in his eyes and it was his goal to make you feel as loved as you should be

Midday was approaching which meant lunchtime as Steve gave you a piggyback ride all throughout the house and through the gardens in the backyard

“How does my little cherub feel high up there? See any giraffes?”

You laughed and leaned your head back down to rest your chin on his broad shoulder

“Daddy, that’s silly! Giraffe’s don’t live here! But I can see the birdies in the trees!”

“Ohhh you’re right, such a smart girl, I forgot there’s no giraffes around!”

Steve loved making you giggle like that, and seeing you so elated made him feel the same as the pair of you went around with your hello kitty watering can to give your garden beds a drink of water

Since today was such a special occasion, you’d decided to wear your fairy wings with your favorite sundress, doing your makeup and making use of those heart and glitter stickers Steve had gotten you as part of a stationary set

You felt like the prettiest dew drop fairy in the land and especially since your daddy had complimented your look for ten minutes straight when you came downstairs to reveal it to him

After your piggyback ride, Steve made you a special requested lunch, letting you have more than one of your favorite Juicy Juice boxes and giving you as many kisses you as asked for because how could he deny such a beauty like yourself

It was his little cherubs day and she’d get whatever she wanted no questions asked!

✨✨✨✨

After lunch it was time to start the day’s birthday activities, with getting your nails done being the first thing on your list!

Steve just couldn’t keep the smile off his face even when he had to remind you to hold his hand while walking across the busy street to the nail salon, happily hearing you babble about what shape and design you wanted to get

He helped you choose which color to get, even sitting beside you as you got them done, fascinated by the process and whistling at the end result, they looked amazing on you and he couldn’t help but think about what those nails would feel like scratching at his arms when he was between your thighs…but that was for later

Right now, it was on to Build-A-Bear to get you a new stuffie, whichever one you’d like it was yours, he’d even get you two if you wanted, anything to make that beautiful smile stay on your face!

You walked out of the stores you visited feeling giddy at all your new purchases courtesy of Steve who only encouraged you to get what you wanted

And your excitement would increase tenfold when he made a stop by one of your little friends houses for a surprise tea party thrown in your honor!

Steve even made sure to bring your fairy wings so you could put them on again as well as bring your new stuffie to show to your friends and their daddies, strawberry cakes and ice cream all laid out just for you!

Your friends sang happy birthday and you got to blow out a sparkling candle before everyone dug into their cake, the daddies letting you all sprawl out on your favorite blankets after and watch the clouds for shapes

There was magic and excitement and love in the air and you couldn’t be happier

Everyone had taken such care to make you feel special and celebrated and you were almost overcome with emotion as you made your way to Steve, melting into his lap comfortably

“Happy birthday, princess. I love you so much, you know that?”

“Mhm!! You always say you love me as big as the whole entire universe!!”

“That’s right, baby! I sure do, and I have another gift for you at home whenever you’re ready to leave, just us two.”

You didn’t think there was a day you’d stop falling for this gentle man of your dreams. He provided so much for you and today he’d gone above and beyond in so many ways

✨✨✨✨

When you’d arrived back home Steve could tell you were getting a little sleepy, the sun beginning to set as you hopped out of the car, playfully giggling when you were scooped up in his arms and carried inside, he’d get all the bags later

Now his focus was on your reaction when you saw the decorations he’d somehow managed to set up since you’d left the house (unbeknownst to you he’d slipped away to set it up while you were playing tag with your friends at your tea party)

There were candles lit around the living room, a dozen different flower bouquets arranged too, your favorite flower and rose petals covering the floor, a whole box of fresh chocolate covered strawberries on the table with a note next to it

Steve set you down so you could go read it, hands nervously shoved in his pockets as he watched you take everything in

You walked around the living room reading the note, your eyes welling with tears at his beautiful handwriting coming to life

“My dearest cherub, today is your birthday and I don’t think I’ll ever have the words to express how much I love you, how you put the oxygen in my lungs and the fire in my heart. I’m so grateful that you’re all mine and I hope to show you each and every day but especially today that you’ll never be taken for granted, your love is pure and I want to give you the best possible. I love you more than anything, your Daddy.”

Your eyes were so bleary with tears you almost missed the extra piece of paper tucked into the envelope until you unraveled it to reveal a beautiful hand drawn sketch of you in your garden done by none other than Steve

He chuckled when he heard your gasp, coming over to take your hands in his

“You’re the best, you’re the very best, I love you so much!”

You threw yourself into his arms, not having to worry about him catching you as he sat down on the couch with you in his arms, soft kisses pressed to your forehead and then to your cherry lips

“I love you too, cherub. With my life. I hope today was everything you hoped it would be.”

“It definitely was, daddy!”

The drawing lay carefully next to you on the cushion, your eyes never leaving it as you sat in awe not only of Steve’s talent but of how much he cared for you, how much his love surpassed comprehension and expression

Nothing could beat this, nothing at all, you let him hold you close, your head resting against his chest, his calm heartbeat relaxing you, the two of you sat in your own universe of love

What a birthday it had been and you never wanted this moment to end!

I hope this was ok!!! Thank you so much for reading and Rosie I hope this made you feel as special as you are to me!!! 💗💗💗

#daddy!steve rogers x little!reader #daddy!steve rogers #steve rogers x little!reader #steve rogers headcanons

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⿻ 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞 → 𝐤. 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

🏻 ⃟⿻ 𝐠 𝐞 𝐧 𝐫 𝐞  →    angst; retelling; fantasy

🏼 ⃟⿻ 𝐬 𝐮 𝐦 𝐦 𝐚 𝐫 𝐲  →   with the burden of a crown on his head, Hongjoong finds himself forced to get a bride before he turns twenty two, yet he finds himself struck by love with a cursed young woman named Odette, who's body turns to swan at dawn. it all should be as simple as snapping your fingers to break the curse, when all it takes is three little words, yet, when spoken wrongly, they may do more harm then good.

🏽 ⃟⿻ 𝐰 𝐚 𝐫 𝐧 𝐢 𝐧 𝐠 𝐬   →   this awfully written i apologise; based off the ballet, so suicide; dark magic; violence; mention of a curse; the usual swearing; hunting; instant love; drowning; overprotective parents and another shitty ass parent if you ask me; forced marriage; the reader is referred to as "Odette"

🏾 ⃟⿻ 𝐰 𝐨 𝐫 𝐝 𝐬   → + 5.5k

🏿 ⃟⿻ 𝐦 𝐚 𝐬 𝐭 𝐞 𝐫 𝐥 𝐢 𝐬 𝐭 𝐬 →  main masterlist   ⦚   retellings

   Hongjoong always enjoyed watching as the wind bent under the will of his arrows, obeying them and letting the weapons find their way right in the middle of the red target. It brought pride in his chest, and helped him feel more like a boy stuck with a crown on his head than a prince stuck with the future of a kingdom on his back. He loved to see how flour would purr out of the sacks full of the snow like powder that stood in the royal yard, and so did his friends, as they always cheered him on, despite getting their expensive clothes all dirtied up.

   Saying that Kim Hongjoong's life was anything but exiting would've been the understandment of the year, that only if the words wouldn't have reached his mother's ears. However the queen was always aware of anything and everything going on in her kingdom, as if the old woman with her hair like silver had eyes in every corner of the territory. The prince always disliked that in her as he himself was never allowed to even leave the palace without one of his parents following. Of course, he was grateful that the queen and the king were the most understanding royalties he's ever met, and he got to speak to a lot on a daily, however, when it came to actually understanding him, sadly they were left lacking. The prince hated the way he pictured himself in this situation, but he couldn't do much and just accept that he was like a swan trapped in a dove's cage, and it made him feel completely hopeless.

   "You'll try getting out this evening, won't you?" The words slipped prince Wooyoung's lips as if he asked the same thing over and over. The smile on his lips had always faded during previous days, as the answer would've been a sad shake of the head, but the said day it only bloomed as Hongjoong turned his head around, looking at his bow as if it was the most interesting thing he's seen in his lifetime. "Holy shit, he didn't deny it!" Wooyoung spoke, a loud sound like a hyena's laughter ringing from his lungs as he repeatedly slapped his best friend's back. The other prince tried moving away, his abused body protesting with each hit Wooyoung delivered, but deciding that he'd fail anyways, Yeosang resorted to catching the younger's hand and delivering a harsh hit back. "But he did not agree to it either."

   It took only two more hours for the man to find himself sitting at a lavish dinner table, all kind of foods placed before them, yet the anxiety growing inside his heart made it easy for his appetite to stray away. "Hongjoong?" His father's voice was harsh as he demanded the prince to give him his attention. His mother's words followed right after, tone dripping with honey and Hongjoong knew something was in her mind. "The date for your birthday ball is approaching." She stated, and the man couldn't help but try to anticipate what she would've said next. "And we thought that it would be a rather perfect time for you to find a bride."

   The prince sucked in a hard breath, not trusting his voice to speak up his mind as it could've cracked, and he was not a teenager anymore, so he feared the way it could've made him look weak in front of the King. Hongjoong had met many princesses, duchesses, nobilities of all kinds, even country girls with exceptional talents, but none ever intrigued him and he surely wasn't going to choose a bride just yet. Hongjoong liked to believe he was too you for marriage, but his two friends always nagged that if he'll dare pass twenty five by himself, no princess will ever marry him for his heart, but for his crown instead, to which Hongjoong only scoffed as he dispatched another set of arrows. "I don't think anyone's marrying me for my heart now either."

    "So what do you say?" He felt as if his words were stuck in his throat and he was unable to get then out, but even if he would've answered as he truly believed, he knew his pleadings would've fallen on deaf ears. Hongjoong knew this day was going to come sooner or earlier, he just didn't expect it quite yet. "I agree, mother," the prince didn't know what gave him the courage to stretch his words, or to arch his eyebrows upwards, or smile like he did, all the while still looking in his plate. "However i also have a proposal.."

   Truly, Hongjoong doesn't know what came over him that evening, yet it was because of his boldness that he found himself mounting one of the finest mares in the stables. The prince had taken care of the horse since it was barely standing, he himself being only a child, enchanted by the pure white little fur on it. He's called her Zoya, a fitting name for a mount like herself, and despite leaving the palace only a couple of times, alongside of his father or mother, he considered the creature loyal enough to not abandon him when he'll most need her.

   With his bow resting in at his hip, the prince started following a rather small river, which eventually brought him in town and down the valley the palace rested on. Hongjoong wearily adventured himself in the wide forest that spread before him, the darkness of it making him shiver slightly as his mind finally wrapped around all the danger that could've hid around. Wolves, bears, mountain lions, all kind of creatures lurked in the forest, however the silver haired prince advanced nonetheless, clutching his bow tighter as if it could've made him feel secure once more.

   Just as he was about to urge his horse to start running, the sound of rapid wings flapping in the air made his skin crowl and his head shoot back, his eyes snapping rapidly on a flock of birds. Their fathers were as white as you could've imagined and as pure as it could've gotten, their bodies long, majestic and elegant, and Hongjoong couldn't help but let his mouth hang open as he stared at the beautiful swans that took over the sky. Within seconds, the brave prince clutched his bow and aimed skillfully, ready to let his arrow pierce through what he nominated as the prettiest swan, but Hongjoong wasn't as hard hearted as his father believed him to be, his eyes saddening and his chest burning as he asked himself how could he kill such a beautiful creature.

   The prince sighed deeply, putting his bow back and giving the horse a gentle nudge as a sign to follow the flock and Zoya took off obediently, rushing Hongjoong through the woods. He enjoyed the way wind blew through his silver locks, caressing his cheeks harshly and he love the adrenaline that came with riding this fast and thinking about how free one could be, thinking about what he's missed his whole life. Hongjoong knew that where there was a smaller river, there had to be a wider water source near by, and the swans that seemed to start heading down only gave him more reasons to believe he was right. The only problem was that he was not expecting the woods to end so quickly, his horse coming to an abrupt halt as it hooves planted in the mud as harsh as it could.

   He jumped eagerly from his horse and there, right before him and barely at two steps away from where his horse stopped, a grand body of water spread itself so widely that the other side of the lake was barley visible through the thin mist. The water sparkled in the shy sunlight of the evening, the sound of a small cascade barely audible in the back and the prince felt his jaw drop slightly one more time. If his mother would've been with him, she wouldn't even look at the beauty in front of her, but would scold him about how unmannered he looked and how that wasn't suitable for princes like him, not even in a million years, but as he spotted the swans floating happily around, everything about manners felt long forgotten.

   The boy in him had the urgent need to sit down in the slightly damp yet soft grass, eyes wide on the beautiful birds before him, yet the mature side in him wanted to mount back on his horse and move forward. There was so much more to explore and so little time, his mind wrapping around the fact that his father had gave him one single day to ride around the kingdom, with the condition that he'd return the evening before the horologe rang three in the morning. Therefore, the prince clutched on the horse's reins ready to mount, sparing one last glance at the lake, who's water started reflecting the rosy color of the sky.

   Hongjoong sucked in his breath, feeling how air left his lungs as he swore he started imagining things. His head whipped back, the forest remaining the only sight for a while, and he took his time thinking about what came into his sight seconds ago. Not long after, he turned around and came to the horrifying conclusion that he was indeed watching as the small bodies of the swans, that now rested calmly on the shore, morphed and twisted, becoming mere humans. Their build was more than just elegant, bodies long and delicate, nothing short of pure beauty. Each wore long gowns, as white and pure as their dazzling wings were, little silver necklaces with one sapphire gem decorating their necks, yet he quickly took notice of the one swan that stood in the middle of them all, sitted on the old trunk of a tree, her eyes glimming with happiness while a silver tiara rested on the top of her head.

   The prince watched them with amazement, as if they had put him under a thick spell like sirens would do to the poor sailors adventuring in the deep waters. Yet the more he watched, the more he couldn't help but feel like an intruder. The women danced and laughed when younger swans tried to impress them, then ran quickly to hide under an older swan's wing. The innocence of the moment was making his own heart fill with happiness, lips curling upwards gently and eyes turning in crescents as a squeaky giggle rolled off his throat.

   The moment all the laughter stopped and a cutting silence settled in, the prince knew he had done something wrong. He felt the warmth that had built in his chest being stripped away from him, eyes growing wide and startled, just as the swans had became. It didn't take long for Hongjoong to see how every pair of eyes rested on him, making him feel anxious. Should he leave? Or was he supposed to stay now? Either way, the answer would've been to not panic, which he's failed the moment one of the youngest of the creatures approached him, yelling loudly the name of who he supposed was the swan with the tiara.

   "Odette! Odette!" The small girl yelled happily, grabbing the prince's hand and jumping up and down while giggling. "It's prince charming! He's come to save us!" At her words, Hongjoong's cheeks started flaring pink, his heart beating faster as each pair of eyes rested on him, and he completely forgot about his tight grip on the bow in his other hand. The mare let out a loud cry, startled by the poor girl before slamming it's hooves harshly in the ground multiple times. In alert, Hongjoong let go of his bow, grabbing the girl's body in his arms and hurrying further away from the horse, who angrily took off back towards the town.

   "Yuna, dear!" The swan quickly run to the prince, her hands coming to grip Hongjoong's arms, which were still holding tightly onto her. "Are you alright?" His voice sounded unsure as he let the woman gently take her in her own hold, hand placing the younger's head again her chest. When a little laughter came from Yuna's lips, everyone sighed in relief, smiles painted on the swans' lips when the smaller swan jumped back on the grass and began twirling around the royalty as she giggled loudly. "Yuna, where are your manners?" Another swan called out, her lips pulled in a thin line and her eyebrows furrowed, and she most definetly was the oldest of the group, her aura holding a maturity that amazed Hongjoong, despite her youthful features.

   "Don't tense yourself, Yongsun." The youngest girl however rolled her eyes at the authority in Yongsun's voice, her own lips pulled in a pout as she bowed slightly in front of the silver haired man. He gave her a polite smile before bowing right back, sending the women in awe. "Come sit with us." The girl next to him offered, and he couldn't help but let his eyes wander over her striking features. She was an unique type of beauty, something he's never seen in anyone before, not even in all the princesses that's come to court him. He loved her voice as well, her tone being like honey to his ears and he couldn't even bring himself to care about the sudden drop of formalities when his orbs found hers.

   "I would hate to make such beautiful ladies uncomfortable with my presence." He acknowledged humbly, felling a shy smile tug at his lips while hearing how the woman, who he assumed was named Odette, let out a wholehearted laugh, her eyes turning to crescents as one of her hands came to hide her mouth. "Bother us? It would be a crime to not enjoy your presence." She assured, nodding her head towards him like encouraging him to take a step forward, and so he did. One step at a time before he found himself sitting in the grass besides a couple of children, who playfully pulled at his clothes and wowed at the fine material.

   "What's your name, son?" The oldest inquired, making Hongjoong's cheeks become pinker again, however this time, his eyes fell on the ground, where his ring decorated fingers gently pulled at the damb grass. "Kim Hongjoong." He spoke softly, not expecting any grand reactions form the group, who only nodded their heads in adoration. "We'll would you look at that, it really is prince charming." Another swan laughed, making Hongjoong himself let out a shy giggle, his eyes involuntary traveling to the swan with a tiara. It felt like hours that he stood there and just watched her, her skin bathing in the golden light of the sunset, and her eyes glimmering with love as she looked at each swan, before her eyes settled on him as well.

   "Do you like to dance?" One of the younger swans looked at him curiously, her small hand coming to grasp at Hongjoong's with excitement as she awaited a reply, and when the prince nodded his head in agreemen, he girl softly tugged him after her, bringing him to his feet. Together, they marveled at the way the forest started lighting up as soon as the sun went under, mushrooms and strange plants glowing in the dark, along with the moss on the trees, it was absolutely beautiful. However Hongjoong didn't have long to observe the landscape, his attention being brought back to the small girl that began dancing with him as the others started singing along, and it didn't take a while for the swans to join in as well, a chorus of laughter spreading trough the rather dormant forest as they all had their fun.

   Yongsun smiled happily as she took Odette's's hand, bringing her closer to the silver haired prince, who bowed deeply and offered his hand, an invitation, the girl concluded as she accepted happily. Perhaps only for tonight, she could forget about her curse, see herself as an actual princess and lose herself in the idea that Hongjoong would be the one to break the curse. However nothing like that happened as they began dancing, a tough wind starting to pull at their bodies, darkness spreading like a plague. The youngest girls found coverage behind the elders, while Hongjoong placed his arms around Odette and brought her closer to his chest, protecting the swan from whatever danger eas awaiting them.

   "Well well.." the sharp voice of a girl that came with the calmness of the weather startled the prince, who felt reluctant to let go of the swan in his arms, yet still let go of her and watched as disgust painted over Odette's features and anger over the others. Just on the shore stood another woman, her gown way shorter and messier as well as dotted with darker shades of black. Her features were just as graceful and as striking as the others, her own features making her look like a devine, but something about her tone made the prince feel sure that she wasn't just as beautiful on the inside.

   "The swan princess found herself a rescuer." She taunted while getting closer, her thumb and pointer wrapping around Odette's chin and bringing her closer. The princess, as the stranger called her, let out a scoff before pulling away, making the black swan laugh as if she was in hysterics. "Hoping you'll turn human again, little one?" She fumed, letting her eyes fall on Hongjoong, who stood stiff and angered, eyes on her like, if he had his arrows, he wouldn't have hesitated to let one of them pierce her heart.

   "It'll never happen, we'll make sure of that, little Odette." The stranger cocked one of her eyebrows while shaking her head and her fingers glazed over the necklace she was proudly wearing. With a last laugh, the black swan took a couple of steps back before her body quickly morphed in the one of a swan, yet her feathers looked disturbed and unhealthy, her body, small, too weak for a creature that was supposed to look as beautiful as a swan.

   "Who was that?" Hongjoong found himself asking, his own eyebrows arched upwards in confusion. His hand found Odette's and gripped it lightly a reassuring smile tugging at the girl's lips as she found comfort in the prince, who was still a stranger. "Odile.. Her father tried casting a curse on the town, however it did not go as planned and it ended up backfiring." She began explaining, choosing carefully her words as she took a glance at his chocolate warm eyes. The prince himself let his gaze meet hers, observant eyes curiously investigating her for a while before he spoke out loud. "Then why are you trapped as swans as well?" Silence washed over the group, the tension growing so thick that Hongjoong could've cut it with a knife. "I didn't say that it didn't work."

   Not much passed before Hongjoong excused himself, getting up and fetching his bow that stood patiently in the grass. He's dropped it earlier when Zoya took off and completely forgot about it, however, in his favor, his loyal mare had found her way back to the lake, thirst driving it back the way it's come. After the prince found himself back on his mount, thanking all of his lucky stars for bringing it back to him, he finally let his eyes fall on the woman with a little crown on her head. He swore he felt his heart beating faster than ever, swirling with the desire to take her with him and keep her to himself, to make her his, and at that moment he knew that there was no one that could ever become his queen, except her.

   "I must head out, however my family is hosting a ball tomorrow, at dusk, in order to find me a bride. It would be a honor to have you as a guest." He spoke softly, taking in the surprise on Odette's face, who only nodded before waving elegantly. With a polite nod from himself, the prince saw himself off as Zoya started galloping as fast as she could towards the palace.

   "You must go." a cold and harsh voice spoke, making the girl's shoulders fall, she put so much hope that perhaps this time, she'll be able to find love by herself, and hearing her father speak like that made her whole world shatter. With a long sigh, the girl turned her head around, in order to hide her glassy eyes, telling herself that it all starts being unfair the moment even her father had turned against her. "I shall not, father." Was all Odile said before she lifted her chin high, eyes becoming sharp as she told herself that it was time to pull free from his strings, yet she had a feeling that it will not be as easy as denying his orders.

    Rothbart, the black swan's father, smiled triumphally, as if the crown had already been placed on his head. He let himself turn around and face his only daughter and with a hushed voiced he whispered. "You'll go.. oh you'll go." Odile wanted to protest, to yell and say something, but the second her father touched her necklace, the poor girl knew it was too late. It took her a quick moment of thinking, preparing herself for what she might see, before she finally turned to the mirror that stood patiently on a wall. It was then that complete sorrow engulfed her heart, failing to find her own reflection. Instead, a familiar face started back at her, Odette's features looking so beautiful and so graceful, yet so ugly to Odile, as she was left to deal with her pain before she could've stopped it. "You do not have a choice."

   "But what should i wear?" Odette sighed, bringing her hands in her lap as she eyed nervously the ground. Her crown was resting on her head, sapphires sparkling in the gentle moonlight. "I cannot show up to a royal ball in this gown.." as much as she loved her dress, it's material softer than silk and whiter than the pearls found in the ocean's depths, she feared it was nothing short of what noblewomen wore to sleep. The more she thought about it, the more Odette found herself trapped between her own thoughts. What if her hair was was not as elegant as the other princesses', what if her little white slippers were to dirty up the expensive carpets around the castle. Worse, despite knowing how to dance, Odette had little knowledge of etiquette, as she's grown up as a simple village girl. She was going to make a fool out of herself and the prince for inviting her.

   "Worry not, Odette." A soft voice came from behind her, but before she's gotten the chance to turn around, a pair of cold hands rested on her bare shoulders, making her gasp at the sudden feeling of chilliness. Shivers traveled up and down on her back, eyes becoming wide in surprise as the speed she turned her head around could've given her a whiplash. Yongsun giggled softly, amused by the fact that she actually spooked the younger swan. "You look beautiful, and your gown is magnificent. Made with soft material like your wings, pulled together by a thread of magic. My dear, you look breathtaking."

   Odette stood a second just looking at her friend, a long sigh leaving her mouth when she understood that Yongsun was right. All she had to do was to have fun, she'd be dancing and talking to people, nothing she hasn't done before, so why was she worrying now? "You should leave, it's getting late." Was all the older woman said as she bent down to kiss the top of her head like a mother would before sending off her child off. A couple of younger swans insisted of going with her, clinging on her gown and her hands before she agreed in defeat. A chorus of laughter and giggles following her the deeper she walked into the forest and the closer she's gotten to the palace.

        Hongjoong stood sitting on the throne, a crown on his head while his parents stood at both of his sides. His rather small body seemed to shrink more and more with every second and with each nod he gave to the young women that would come to bow before him. They were all wearing beautiful gowns, feminine features painted by a thin layer of makeup, jewelries decorating their necks, ears and hair, he had to admit that they were all beautiful, but none of them where Odette. His Odette. He waited patiently for her to make her appearance, eyes running back to the spiral staircase in hopes that he'd spot her, and his observant mother did not take long to notice. "You're waiting for someone." She announced, a hand resting on her son's shoulder in a way of assuring him that it will all be fine.

    Hongjoong nodded, his lips parting slightly as he pondered on his thoughts, however, before he's even gotten thr chance to speak, a familiar face made his heart beat like it never has, and his breath got stuck in his throat. A wave of heat crossed his cheeks, feeling as a strong blush took over his face. From one of the corners of the grand ballroom, he noticed Yeosang smirking his way, Wooyoung whispering something to him before they both snickered.

    "Your highness.." when she arrived in front of him, Hongjoong quickly has gotten up on his feet, refusing to let her bow before him. One of his hands gently taking one of her own as the other traveled to her side in order to bring her body closer to his own with a shy embrace. At the action, a couple of gasps could be heard throughout the room, everyone surprised at the prince's action, yet he did not care, and it could've been the reason why he completely looked past the vile smile that played on the girl's lips. "Odette.. will you dance with me?"

    "We've arrived too late!" One of the little swans warned as she peeked trough the closest window, huffing in defeat at the sight. Odette waisted no time in following her closely, face crumbling in defeat as he watched how her dear Hongjoong waltzed around the room with no one else but Odile. His eyes were so fixed on her that it seemed like she was his whole world, hands gripping her close like she'd parish if he let go, and everyone around them saw it. How in love he was, how much care he put in every step they made together, and that made Odette's stomach churn in pain. Her eyes began watering, heart screaming at her to do something yet her body remained frozen in place.

    "Odette..?" The little girl asked, her tone wobbling as her own eyes began to water as she watched the princess of the swans. The young woman's skin began morphing, little fluff and white feathers growing from her arms and shoulders at a slow peace, like she was to turn in swan once more. With each second she spent looking at her beloved dance with another woman, looking so smitten by her, the little sapphires on the crown she wore began to crack more and more, and panic took over the three children when their own necklaces followed closely and as Hongjoong's voice rang trough their ears.

    "So, Your Highness, would you say that you love me?" Odile questioned as she made eye contact with the prince, who giggled shyly before sighing deeply. He felt caught red-handed and all he could do now was nod his head slightly before speaking softly. "I love you." Yet something didn't feel right, deead filling his heart as he said his words, like a kid that's done something wrong and waited anxiously for his parents to scold him. It was then that he began to fall out of the spell he had been put under, noticing how the woman in front of him did not wear a crown yet a necklace, amber decorating the gem that rested patiently on her neck. The white gown that the swan once wore was not completed jet black, eyes harsh as a voice so cutting he began feeling dizzy.

    "You're not Odette." He stated, stopping from dancing and taking a couple of harsh steps back. The prince's hand flew to his sword, threatening to take it out and use it, yet Odile's smile never faltered. "Even if you harmed me, my mission here had ended." She explained, giggling once more before turning herself in the same swan she morphed in when they first met and before anyone could do anything, she flew past him, soaring trough the open window where four little figures stood at.

    "Odette..?" He asked, feeling his hear break as he noticed how heartbroken she looked, how her skin began turning in feathers and how tears cascaded over her cheeks like they couldn't be stopped. "Odette!" He yelled louder, rushing to jump over the window, yet failing to do so in time before the woman began running back towards the forest. "Hongjoong!" His father warned, yet the prince was far gone, already chasing after the swan with unshed tears blurring his own vision.

    It didn't take long for the two to reach the lake, scratches from little branches decorating their skin as neither had been careful while running, yet that did not matter to them, the heartache burning every bit of ration they had. "I did not know, Odette!" He tried explaining himself, taking a step forward towards the woman, who only took one back, her feet so close to the shore that it made Hongjoong's heart freeze in place. "I thought it was you.."

    Yet what was done was done and both of them knew it, the sapphires finally shuttering as Odette took her crown off, breaking it in two. Without even thinking about the outcome, the swan threw it into the lake, a muffled sob leaving her mouth as she herself took a step closer to the edge. "No! Odette please! I love you!" He shouted, yet it was all in vain as he knew that the curse will get to her before his words will.

    The second he noticed what she intended, the prince rushed to her side, gripping her waist tightly and pressing a soft kiss to her lips, eyes deeply staring in her own like their hearts spoke to each other, and it all felt more than ethereal as both of their bodies hit the water, sinking slowly as they held each other like not even death could do them apart.

   And perhaps it couldn't, as the second the sun began rising, the women that stood next to the lake and mourned the passing of their princess did not turn back to swans, and their gowns turned back to the clothes they once wore when they were running errands around the village. On the other side of the forest, Rothbart felt his powers leave him, a sudden weakness taking over his body as it slowly began turning to ashes. "No!" He yelled like a mantra, yet it was all in vain as ths moment the shy sunlight peeked trough his window, all that remained of him was an amber ring and his daughter, who only stared at the cracked mirror on the wall, ashamed of herself and mad at the world like never before.

    And even years after, deep down, on the bottom of the lake, the two lovers stood embraced, untouched by the time, as if they were simply sleeping. So perhaps, the curse that once plagued the young women became a blessing, as not only has she found peace, but love as well.

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[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

A Great Treasure

(Jaskier just constantly getting kidnapped by dragons and dressed real pretty? Yeah. I’m into it.)

tw: gratuitous, almost My Immortal levels of outfit description because I am A Ho For The Look, dragons being horny, Geralt being soft as fuck but also kinda horny

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The next dragon that took Jaskier wasn’t nearly as sneaky. Nor was it green. The great, sapphire-blue reptile swooped down above the road in broad daylight and plucked the surprised bard up with its great talons, disappearing over the tops of the trees before Geralt could so much as think to pull his sword. The Witcher heard Jaskier’s startled cry echo out over the forest and urged Roach into a canter. He departed from the beaten path and took off in the same general direction the creature had been headed. “It hasn’t even been three full fucking weeks yet. Fuck.”

Hello, Jaskier! I’m a friend of Etheid’s, the dragon introduced herself. The draconic method of telepathic communication still bothered the bard a little but the blue dragon’s voice seemed more sing-song than Etheid’s had been. Certainly more feminine. Call me Lythos, or Lyth for short. 

“Nice to meet you, Lythos,” Jaskier muttered, clenching his eyes shut tightly. “Let’s talk more when we’re on solid ground, yeah?”

Afraid of heights, bardling?

“Just a smidgen of a little bit.”

Worry not, we’re nearly to my tower.

“Another tower?”

Whatever happened to talking on solid ground?

“I’ve been kidnapped by two dragons in one month. I’m curious.”

I doubt this will be the last time you’re kidnapped by a dragon, either. Not until one of my brethren gives up during their turn or loses the bet.

“Their turn? What bet?! What are you talking about?”

I will explain the situation to you more fully when we land. There is much to be discussed. Many things to plan. Many rules to be determined and recorded for the others. 

Jaskier sighed, glad he’d left his lute tied to Roach’s saddlebags today, and let himself be carried off to yet another strange adventure. “So you guys are just going to keep swooping in and stealing me away like this because it’s fun?”

Yes. And because Borch said that you and Geralt are kind-hearted and friendly mortals. We dragons don’t meet many such humans in our travels; we’d like to reward you somehow.

“So you’re rewarding me by kidnapping me?”

That’s why we included the second part of the deal, with the elaborately designed outfits. It’s not just because we enjoy collecting treasures from all over the Continent and squirreling them away to play with later; it’s also our form of payment to you. If you’re dressed from head to toe in silk and gold when Geralt rescues you then there’s no time to stop and take those items off before you ‘escape’. You can keep them or sell them; anything you are given by one of us should be considered payment for services rendered.

“And the service that Geralt and I are providing is...entertainment?”

Correct. It would be unfair to use up so much of a Witcher’s time without paying him.

“You’d be surprised how many people do that, actually,” Jaskier griped. “Village after village, turning him away without payment just because he’s a mutant and a freak. It’s horrible!”

Now you understand why my kin are so desperate for something good in the world. The love between you and Geralt is pure and strong, that is the other reason we chose the two of you.

Jaskier blushed. “We’re just a couple of flimsy mortals that happened to bump into each other and get along. Most of the time. It’s a very human thing to do. There are other couples in need of some emotional urging, if you’re looking to orchestrate a romance.”

No, we wish only to further yours. Now, would you care to look through the clothes I’ve gathered? We have at least another day before your Witcher finds us. 

“Less than a day if he chooses not to pause for meditation, the fool.”

He will not risk losing you, Lythos sighed happily. I checked in on him earlier; he is meditating and gathering his strength. He has admitted his love for you now and is determined to prove himself. How dreamy.

“That is absolutely precious! Ugh, I love him so much.” 

Then let us make you lovely, so that when he arrives he is doubly excited to see you.

“I can’t argue with that logic. Not from such an ancient and wise creature.”

Flattery gets you everywhere, bard, Lythos teased. She huffed out a thin cloud of steam and Jaskier chuckled in return. 

“I know.”

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“Are you kidding me?”

Absolutely not, the dragon shook its snout. Try them on. Unless you don’t like it, of course; I have other options, too.

“No, it’s all very lovely. It’s just...I get to keep them?”

Of course. I don’t want to make you change your clothes in the middle of Geralt’s daring rescue. That would totally ruin the romance!

“I suppose that would be rather odd. Even Geralt might catch on to something like that.” Jaskier held clothes the dragon had preferred in his hands, glancing once more at the suggested shirt. “What exactly is this supposed to be?”

It’s a tunic, of course. What else could it possibly be?

The bard gesticulated towards the dragon, holding the apparent tunic out for inspection as if he was shocked or surprised by Lyth’s choice. “It’s completely sheer!”

Yes, and it will make you look so very delicate, Lythos urged. Just try it on with the pants. Just once. You can change if you don’t like it, like I said. There’s a whole closet of costumery at your disposal, Jaskier.

The bard sighed and pulled the pants on first. They were made of a deep, peacock blue silk and hugged him in all the right places. He turned back and forth, observing their fit in the full-length mirror Lythos had provided. His legs were defined but the material wasn’t overly tight; it hadn’t bunched up near his thighs or ass like silk of this kind usually did. “Were these tailored to fit me?”

Yes, they were. 

“How? I’ve only been here for a few hours and you pulled these directly from the armoire!”

Etheid passed along your measurements to the rest of us so that we could better prepare.

“Right, of course. Dragons. Bets. All that fun stuff,” the bard sighed. He tugged the gossamer shirt down over his head and tucked it neatly into the waistband of his high-waisted trousers. Jaskier glanced towards the mirror again and discovered that he looked...he looked amazing. 

The shirt had been designed with a low, swooping neckline that revealed both his collarbones and a good portion of his chest. The thin, almost translucent white material left whatever the shirt did cover still almost entirely visible. When he blushed it could be rather obviously traced all the way down to his mid-chest. The giddy bard mussed his hair a little and did his best pouting ‘rescue me’ face; oh yes, that’s the way to do it. 

Jaskier looked downright sinful. 

“You are absolutely brilliant, Lythos! Geralt is going to lose his mind when he sees me in this ensemble.”

So you’ll wear it?

“This particular outfit is my new favorite. I’ll have to wait until the next dragon shows up before we can turn a profit from this whole bard-napping melodrama venture.”

There is always the jewelry. I can give you a few extra pieces to sell since you love the clothes so much; I have too much of the stuff sitting around and collecting dust anyway.

“Would you like it if I let you choose all my jewelry? I’m afraid I tend to go a bit overboard.”

Yes, yes! The dragon huffed happily, filling the space briefly with a cloud of steam. I have temporary earrings and bracelets and necklaces. I even have anklets if you so desire. 

“Goody!” the bard rejoiced. “I love anklets! I never have good enough reason to wear them, though. This will be lovely. Do you mind if I roll the pants up to my knees? Geralt does so love the sight of my bare skin. I think it would drive him absolutely mad if we showed a little ankle for the Witcher.”

Please do whatever you see fit, my friend, Lythos insisted. You must sparkle for your White Wolf. You must look the part of the treasure he seeks to find!

“Ah, so I’m a treasure this time instead of a damsel?”

Hmm, yes. I think that makes it more interesting. What kind of treasure would you like to be?

“Geralt’s,” the bard breathed dreamily. The large, winged reptile rolled her eyes and huffed again.

Duh, that’s the point. I meant like...pirate treasure? A king’s treasure? I’ve never done roleplay before. Mostly just burning down the houses of rude nobles and kidnapping some princesses upon request. I’m not incredibly familiar with human treasure.

“Oh! I could be your hoard!”

You’re brilliant! Of course! This will be so fun. What if you laid in my tail when Geralt arrived? Like I was guarding you?

“Well then how would he get me away without hurting you?”

I could make him give a speech? Woo you away from me with your words?

“Oh, that’s very clever. Very dramatic. I love it!”

We do make a good team, I think.

“Do you have any makeup? This look would be excellent with some eyeliner.”

You are definitely as entertaining and fun as Etheid promised. I’m sure that Aramaris will enjoy you just as much.

“Wait, who’s Aramaris?”

They chose the next lot after me. Then, after Aramaris has their turn, Vertos would like a chance to partake. 

“Hold on a minute. There’s a waiting list of dragons who want to kidnap me?”

And see Geralt come running to your aid, yes. It is rather sweet to watch and we are all very bored. We’re going to see who can make you the prettiest and get Geralt the most worked up. 

“So this is just a game to you?”

As I said before, it is both a game and a legitimate matchmaking endeavor. Additionally, we’re compensating you for your time and trouble.

“I suppose,” Jaskier agreed. “Plus this outfit is absolutely to die for.”

Yes, and now to the makeup!

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Geralt was very confused and very tired. He had tracked the dragon through the woods to yet another ancient, dilapidated tower. Jaskier was hidden at the top, no doubt, probably terrified out of his mind. This was the second dragon to capture his idiot bard in a fucking month, though the first time had been extremely unorthodox. Just plain odd, really, considering Geralt’s previous experiences. 

Oh well, nothing he could do now except climb the tower and rescue Jaskier.

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Jaskier was waiting for his Witcher to arrive while reclining within the coil of Lythos’s enormous blue tail His pants were only a half-shade brighter than her scales and the contrast was remarkably artistic (perhaps by design). The bard was barefoot and his pants were rolled up to just below the knee. Lyth had insisted on decking him out in lots of jewelry since Jaskier was to be her supposed hoard. It will be more realistic and believable if you’re dripping with silver and sapphires, bard. He found himself unable to argue with her logic once again.

Jaskier had a handful of thin silver bands around one ankle, a silver cuff around his left wrist, and another bejeweled cuff at the top of his left bicep, beneath the shirt. Lythos had added a thin silver chain around his neck, which fell to just above his chest hair and ended with a teardrop shaped sapphire pendant. Some kind of crushed gemstone powder had been dusted atop his collarbones and into his hair, making him seem to sparkle in the midday sun. He’d added a light, smudged layer of kohl around his eyes to widen and darken them like he had once at court. The dragon had also demanded that he slide several rings of various styles and sizes onto his long, tapered fingers. It will draw his attention to your hands, she explained. You will thank me tonight, I’m sure.

That suggestion had Jaskier blushing brightly and Lythos had nearly snorted fire from laughing so hard at the young man’s reaction. 

Here he comes! She announced, bringing Jaskier’s back to the present. His blue eyes fixated on the thick wooden door that led from the chamber where Lythos lay curled and ‘guarding’ him to the bedchamber where he’d stayed the last two nights. Very shortly after her announcement there was a determined grunt, a heavy thud, and the door crashed open to reveal Geralt. 

The Witcher was breathing heavily and his nostrils were flared but he wasn’t wearing his armor. He hadn’t been wearing it last time, either, and Jaskier wondered if he was already onto their little charade. “You know I won’t win if we battle,” Geralt admitted, staring across the room at the lounging dragon.

His eyes flickered to Jaskier for a moment, widened when they took in the bard’s appearance, and then returned to staring down the monster. 

I don’t intend to fight you, Witcher, Lythos said, projecting her bored words into both of their minds. Jaskier knew that she was faking the cold disinterest but his heart still picked up speed when one of her large claws hooked beneath his chin and raised him into a slightly taller sitting position. Though I suspect that you’ve come to take back my newest treasure and I am loathe to let it go so soon.

The Witcher nodded, unable to form words. He was nervous for the life of his bard but he was also slightly distracted by the way Jaskier was being forced to arch his neck and tilt his head that way. The bard looked so fucking breakable and soft, surrounded by scales and held partially aloft by such a strong and pointed appendage. His eyes were wide and completely focused on the Witcher, his own peril seemingly irrelevant even as he gasped against the scraping claw. Geralt shook his head to clear it and narrowed his eyes even more. “Don’t hurt him.”

It’s my treasure, Lythos hummed dismissively. I will do with the human lad as I please. Go away, Witcher, and leave us to play.

“He’s not a toy,” Geralt growled. He reached for his sword and cursed when his hand swiped through empty air. He knew bringing a weapon up so many flights of stairs was pointless but he still should have kept it on him for safety. Jaskier made a gentle, nervous noise and the Wicher flinched. “Please don’t hurt him!”

You would barter for the human? For his safe return?

“Take me instead,” Geralt offered. He held his hands up in surrender and took a slow step forward. Lythos lowered Jaskier back down to his lazily reclined position and raised her scaly brow. The bard was shocked; he hadn’t been expecting the Witcher to do something so drastic right away. He’d anticipated some kind of argument first.

You would sacrifice yourself for him? Trade yourself to me in order to save him?

“Of course,” the Witcher scoffed. Lythos could hear his slow heartbeat starting to accelerate. “I love him. I’d do anything for him.”

Hmm. Little treasure, what do you think?

“I can’t let him do that for me. He’s a Witcher, I am merely a traveling bard. The world has more need for him than it does for me.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt half-whimpered. A pleading tone bled into his words as he took another step forward, this time towards the bard, “You foolish man. I know you. You’d grow bored here. You’d grow antsy to travel. You’d try to escape and you’d get yourself hurt or killed or...”

I protect what is mine, the dragon interrupted. He will be safe here. I will keep him happy and entertained.

“Please,” the Witcher sighed. He dropped to his knees and bowed his head forward, white hair falling in a curtain around his ridiculously attractive face. “Jaskier was the first good thing Destiny ever did for me. I can’t lose him.”

I have seen into your heart and know these feelings to be true, Lythos intoned. She spoke as if she was making a very difficult decision and not sticking to a vague pre-determined script. You may take the bard and go, but you must hurry. I may change my mind.

Jaskier clambered out from between the coils of her massive tail and allowed Geralt to sweep him up into those strong, stable arms. He clung to the Witcher’s neck and buried his face to hide his smile. Lythos said her final goodbye to the bard alone; I hope my kin treat you fairly. If they do not, let me know, and I shall take care of it. Thank you for the lovely time.

“Thank YOU,” Jaskier mouthed. 

And then they began to descend the winding tower staircase.

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“I hope I never see another dragon again in my life except for maybe Borch,” Geralt panted, urging Roach into a slightly faster canter.

“Yeah,” Jaskier said, smiling a little to himself. “Running into another dragon so soon after two nearly identical kidnappings would be very strange.”

#geraskier fic #geraskier #like 2.5k words i think #soft geralt #geraskier ficlet #in league with dragons #protective geralt #the dragons treat jaskier like a paper doll #let's dress up the bard #and mess with the witcher #that'll be fun #geraskier fanfic #geralt x jaskier #ooooh boy #in league with dragons pt 2 #we've kidnapped the bard so now what #how many will it take before geralt realizes something is up? #inhuman jaskier

[watarigarasu]

Delicate

Pairing: Kíli x Reader

Word count: 4,069

Warnings: Violence

Synopsis: Kíli has always been so delicate around you, it’s hard to believe what he’s capable of on the battlefield.

Author’s note: For once I’m not late to Kili Ktuesday, yEAHHH!

Kíli has always been the gentlest person you have ever met.

He was kind and loving, respecting you and listening to your opinions, he was protective and ready to fight even the most dangerous, horrifying creatures just to make sure that you, his brother and uncle were safe. He was brave and you admired him for that, just like you felt impressed by his fighting skills. But what was the most important is that, contrary to the harmful stereotypes repeated over and over by different races, he truly was delicate.

That is why it was so hard for you to witness him splitting the orc’s skull open with nothing but the shield and the mere strength of his bare arms.

You were marching through the meadow showered with the various kinds of enormous flowers, causing the whole landscape to look as if someone scattered the colours all over the vivid green grass, the fairy paysage reaching the very horizon. Fluffy bees buzzing in the air were harmless, flying past you with no intention to sting, covered in the flowers’ powder, just like the butterflies with their wings designed in the most creative ways you could ever imagine. The sky above you was crystal clear, the sun delightfully warming your skin and the birds chirping in the distance—the perfect scenery of serenity and peace, the true embodiment of the beauty of nature.

“What are you thinking about?” Kíli approached you with the wide smile on the face, hands behind the back and the happy strut from time to time.

“Nothing much,” you hummed. “Just enjoying the moment.”

“Indeed, it is rather nice when there is no army of wargs chasing after you,” he chuckled.

You nodded and before you could say anything else, Kíli reached toward you vigorously and almost hit you in the face with the bouquet of various field flowers.

“There,” he stated, trying to sound as serious as possible, although it was hard for him to keep the composure and pretend to be more mature when he was looking at your lovely face, now painted with utter surprise. “Not so pretty flowers for the prettiest lady.”

“T–thank you,” you accepted the gift and smelled the flowers. “I actually think it is quite pretty.”

“That is a relief then,” he sighed theatrically. “If it was not, I would have to run all the way down there, to that tree, because, you see, the biggest poppies are growing just under it.”

“You really do not have to do that,” you assured.

“Are you sure? Because if you would want me to…”

“No, no, I am serious!” you repeated, now slightly concerned about the wink he gave you, knowing perfectly well what was that supposed to mean. “Those are perfect, Kíli, no!”

But he was running already, jumping over the larger rocks lying on the ground in between the grasses. You heard some comments from the other members of The Company about how was this kid nothing like his uncle Thorin and how the love was really making him even bigger oaf than he already was, and you could not help but smile at the sight of him disappearing from your sight on the meadow. It was heartwarming to see him being so cheerful whenever he was around you, always knowing how to talk to you in a way you never wanted it to stop, the time spent with him always being the most comfortable and joyful.

Soon, he was back with, indeed, the most enormous poppies you have ever seen and just when he was about to give them to you, he suddenly stopped and eyed the flower crown in your hands, made from the bouquet he brought you earlier.

“There,” you repeated his words and placed it on top of his head, noticing how the blue bells were perfectly contrasting on his dark hair. “Not so gold and certainly not real crown for the very precious and real prince.”

The blush which appeared on his cheeks was almost the same colour as the poppies in his hand.

“Thank you,” he answered honestly, readjusting the crown to make sure it won’t fall off. Then, he cleared his throat. “I am honoured to receive such a present from my beloved princess. I will wear it like the most cherished treasure until my last days—or something of this sort.” He giggled. “I mean it, thank you.”

“And I thank you for the royal reds, my prince,” you proclaimed while accepting the poppies. “May it be the sign of our glory or whatever.”

“Shall we seal the deal with the royal kiss, my princess?”

“Yes, we shall, my prince.”

“I will kick both of your peasants’ asses if you do not hurry up!” Dwalin’s voice echoed in the distance before you truly managed to kiss and it was enough to make you run after The Company, which was now almost reaching the forest—for this whole time, Kíli’s hand never letting go of yours.

Just as he promised, he kept the crown and insisted on wearing it even during the sleep. Naturally, the flowers began to wither and the next day they were nowhere near as good looking as before, which did not stop him from carrying it in his bag. You noticed how gentle he was with the colourful petals and it surprised you how similar it was to the way he was treating you—his touch on your hands delicate and careful, never crossing the border of what could be uncomfortable for you, appreciating you in the ways you loved the most.

The way Kíli was running his fingers through your hair never failed to make you purr, and sometimes you wondered how could he be such a skilled warrior as well. The braids he did were usually thin and he knew at least three ways to make them, working with his fingers precisely and never missing any details, wanting to make it as close to perfection as possible.

You have never seen his hands trembling, not when he was aiming the arrow, nor while putting on the bead.

“I love you so much I do not want to sleep because it means that I will have to miss whole hours without looking at you,” he confessed once, when you were lying next to him in a camp. “It is stupid, isn’t it?”

The rest of The Company seemed to be deep in sleep, but you were both observing the night sky, recognizing some on the constellations and the round, bright moon.

“I do not think this is stupid in the slightest.” You looked at him. “The fitting word would be ‘adorable’”.

“I can assure you that I am nowhere near adorable if I do not get enough sleep, my dear.”

“Oh, I have seen that,” you snorted. “Mr. Grumpy Face.”

“See? That is why it is not good at all.”

“Would it make you fall asleep quicker if I moved somewhere else then?”

“No way!” Kíli sat violently and pointed a finger at you. “Do not even think about it.”

“Why?” you giggled. “Am I not such a big distraction all of a sudden?”

“You are the biggest distraction but it does not mean that I do not want you here with me.” He moved closer and covered you with his blanket, placing his cheek on your chest. “Much better.”

Rolling your eyes, you stroked his hair, finding few tiny leaves there from the time when you were walking through the forest. The feeling of his weight on you was as good as the warmth of his body, providing you much more heat than the dying fire in the middle of the camp. You kissed the top of his head and he murmured something incoherent, his hand embracing your waist and breath becoming steady and rhythmical.

Now, Kíli truly could fall asleep quickly if he only wanted to. And resting in your arms, feeling your scent and hearing the soft beating of your heart was like the greatest lullaby, the one he would never get bored of.

You were not expecting to encounter a group of orcs in the middle of the night. You were not prepared to fight, you were exhausted after the whole day of march and losing the track and yet you found yourself in the situation you never wanted to be in. Darkness around you, the flickering torches and burning arrows were not making it easier to spot the enemy in between the monumental trees, on the contrary, the more heated the battle was becoming, the more terrified and lost you felt. You knew how to fight and defense yourself, you were no amateur, even though you were no comparison to the skilled Dwarves, nevertheless the shouted orders and shrieks of slaughtered orcs turned your blood cold.

You could die here; once any of the enemies would find your temporary hideout behind the rock, you would be dead. That vision was always somewhere in the back of your head, reminding you how dangerous the whole quest was, but now, when it became real, you felt as if it drained the latest drops of courage from you. Feeling helpless was certainly not the way you wanted to feel while dying but it was so hard to move, to jump out of the safe place and fight for your life.

Wiping off the wet trails left by the unwelcomed tears, you grabbed firmly your weapon. There was no way you were just going to sit there and wait, not when all the rest was risking it all for the sake of The Company.

For Kíli.

You might be scared but you were no coward and with that thought in mind you stood up and quickly eyed your surroundings, checking for the rest of your friends and for the orcs to aim to.

Heavy sword sliced the air and hit the tree near you so suddenly, you jumped aside in the last second and maybe even screamed, not expected to be spotted so fast, nor attacked from behind. The adrenaline in your veins was not helpful at all, silencing your rational thoughts and replacing them with the simple, primitive command which would allow you to stay alive—run.

But you did not want to run, you wanted to fight, but you did not want to die either and you stood there for what seemed like the whole eternity, until the orc managed to get his sword back from the tree trunk and swift at you once again.

The arrow pierced his throat with such a force that the fletches reached the open wound and changed colour from bright yellow to the black as the blood gushed from his ripped neck over his bare torso and shoulder. Involuntarily, the orc reached for his throat to stop the bleeding, dropping his sword in a meantime but before he managed to do it, the second one landed deep in his thick skull. You watched him wobble, the loathsome, gurgling sound leaving past his lips and an open hole in the neck, the dark blood dirtying the ground in front of your feet and the head of the other arrow almost piercing his head from the inside, right above the left eye.

He was dead before he fell down on the mossy earth and all you could to was to stare at him pointlessly for who knows how long. What snapped you back to reality, however, was the hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you after, the familiar voice waking your senses up.

“Come on, we need to go,” Kíli ordered, now sounding nowhere as kind and sweet as he always did when he was talking to you. He was harsh and rough, his grip a little bit too tight, his pace fast and confident as he held the bow in the other hand, ready to kill.

“Kíli…?” you muttered so quietly, that he could not hear you in the whole cacophony of the battle. The screams were so loud in your head, the image of the dead orc still vivid in your memory and it felt as if Kíli’s hand was the only thing keeping you sane.

“It is alright,” he said, peeking over his shoulder to make sure that you are still with him, body and mind. “It will be over soon but you need to hide.”

The expression on his face was completely different, too, the brows furrowed, the darkness in his eyes malevolent, his jaw clenched tightly, black blood staining his temple and his whole body language giving a very clear sign that he was ready to attack in any moment—to slaughter whoever dared to even try hurting you or any other member of The Company.

You have never seen him like this before and it was downright terrifying.

It was you who spotted the next enemy first this time, and you shouted at Kíli to watch out before any of you would get killed. Kíli was agile and skilled with his bow, that is why it took him no longer than a blink of an eye to grab the last arrow from the quiver and shoot.

And miss for barely an inch.

The orc lost his balance, harmed but not killed and it gave you enough time to separate from Kíli to not distract nor slow him down. Still, he had no more arrows so he drew the heavy sword and weighted it in the hand, the challenging smile on his lips proved that he was not afraid and certainly not going to give up.

Before you could intervene, the two swords clashed against each other and you realized that this fight was far above your fighting skills, their movements quick and inhumanly strong, measured perfectly to kill—and yet, Kíli was the first one to make a mistake and eventually lose his weapon. You watched in terror as the blade landed too far from his reach and just when you gritted your teeth, ready to jump in the middle of them just to make sure that Kíli will get untouched out of this, you heard him desperately shout at you.

“Run, for Mahal’s sake, get away from there!”

But you did not. Instead, you positioned your weapon, now that the orc noticed your presence nearby and turned its head toward you. Kíli cursed multiple times in Khuzdûl language, torn between rushing to save you with bare fists and running to the opposite direction to get his sword back.

You have always admired his courage and bravery. You were impressed by how his heart seemed to hold no fear, at least until now—until he was weaponless and looking at that filthy creature coming to kill you in front of him. That is when you glimpsed the very real and paralyzing dread in his teary eyes and expression and it was the most miserable view you have ever experienced.

No matter how much time you would have, it was impossible for you to reach the vulnerable places in the orc’s body, shielded with the thick armour and his height way too intimidating and out of your reach. Nevertheless, you had to try or at least to give Kíli enough time to collect his sword back so he could defend himself. What you could not predict, however, was how he was not going to go and get it, instead deciding to protect you with anything he could lay his hands upon. In this case—on a heavy shield carried by the orc.

Kíli managed to surprise him with that move and therefore whipped it from his hand, instantly hiding behind it when the blow fell upon him. It did not make him lose his balance, even though the impact was surely strong enough to kill you at once. The fierce rage was fueling enough to make him attack an orc with nothing but the shield, aiming mostly for the knees so he could drag him down on the ground level—which he eventually did, breaking the knee with a crushing sound and causing the orc to fall down with a pained groan.

You have not heard anything happening around you, when you saw Kíli walking up to the orc, lifting the shield and crashing it down his head. Once, twice, three times; with every next hit the skull breaking further and opening, the shriek dying suddenly. There was warm, black blood splattered on Kíli’s chin and gloved hands, there was blinding fury driving him and there was no longer an enemy to fight, when the last blow fell upon the battered corpse.

Only then, you noticed how heavy Kíli was breathing, how much strength did the act cost him, how much he was afraid of losing you in such a cruel way.

How his hands were trembling.

He looked at you warily and you did not say a word, staring at him blankly, wondering whether you wanted to embrace him or run away.

Until then, he was always so delicate, after all.

Placing the damp fabric against the sunkissed skin, you were slowly treating Kíli’s wounds, cleaning them first and then applying the athelas leaves on them and bandaging, hoping that the herbs would soothe the pain and help him heal quicker. Thankfully, none of them were deep enough to need stitches, not on Kíli, nor anybody else from The Company, since the whole group managed to win the battle almost unscratched. Right now, sitting by the campfire with the bowl of cold, river water on your knees, your mind was completely absent, thoughts wandering freely wherever they wanted to and your blank stare did not notice the careful gaze of Kíli, who was constantly observing your face, looking for any emotions which would help him guess how did you truly feel.

He could not find the proper words to start the conversation, for the first time in his life completely speechless, when the image of your terrified expression seemed to haunt his memory. He has never wanted to scare you, Mahal, all he was trying to do was to protect both of you and he got so lost in the spirit of the battle and his own rage that he did not think about the consequences. How could he possibly forget that you were different, that you were human, a delicate creature, moreover not used to participating in wars and not prepared to be found in situations like that one?

If he could only change the time, he would think it thoroughly beforehand, but he held no such power and the guilt was crashing heavily upon his shoulders. You were scared of him now and the thought itself made him want to cry.

“I am sorry…” he whispered finally, drawing your attention back to him and you had to blink few times to remember where you were.

Kíli smiled at you gently, apologizing, but you did not return the gesture.

“What are you sorry for?” you asked instead, genuinely not understanding. Your tone was quiet but calm, the dread leaving you some time ago, before you even managed to set the camp.

“For making you see that…” he paused and gestured vaguely with his free hand—the other was treated by you, a single cut through his arm not looking particularly threatening but you were stubborn to take care of it, too. “I did not think that you… I just did not think at all. I had to protect you, this is all that mattered. I am sorry.”

You placed the fabric in the bowl and your hesitant gaze met his, the dark eyes once again being warm and soft, so full of love you wondered how could he be the same person from barely few hours ago. Kíli seemed hurt, authentically regretting putting you in such a situation and it was heartbreaking to see him in that state.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, Kíli,” you said. “Actually, it was me who should be sorry. You were all risking your life and all I could do was to–“ your voice cracked and he immediately hushed you.

“You were afraid,” he interrupted. “Everyone gets afraid sometimes and there is nothing wrong about it. I was afraid, too.” He lowered his gaze, now looking at your hands rested on the bowl and wishing that he could hold them. “I was afraid that I may lose you. And I was angry, I was so furious that I might not be able to prevent that…”

“But you did, Kíli.” Hearing his name spoken by you made him feel relieved, because if he was worried that it might not sound the same as before, he just found out that he was wrong. “You saved me and I will be forever thankful for that.”

He did not answer for some time and you wondered whether you upset him with something you said. When he looked at you again, though, you noticed how his eyes were becoming reddened, his lip wobbling slightly. The hopelessness in his next words hurt you more than any battle wound ever could.

“You are afraid of me.”

It sounded like a judgment, the verdict that he could no longer have any future with you, not after what happened.

“Everything you have ever heard about us,” he continued. “It was not true. We are not greedy and crude and brutal and I have just managed to ruin the whole picture for you. You, among all the people. You, the one I love the most.”

Kíli’s voice was barely a whisper now, a tear which rolled down his cheek and stubble leaving the clear trail in the dark, dried blood which he still did not wash off.

“I love you so much,” he confessed. “I would never, ever even think about hurting you.”

You reached to him without hesitation and cupped his face before placing a soft kiss on his pouted lips. He tasted the same as before, the smell of air and forest in his hair, and his hands gently wandering to your face, caressing it with his thumbs in a loving manner.

“I know,” you admitted when your lips parted but you still did not let go of him, the tips of your noses touching and his eyes appearing as even bigger and brighter than ever before. “I know you would not. I was scared and confused but please, do not think that anything like that could ever change my feelings for you. I love you way too much, Kíli, and I do not think I can stop now.”

He smiled when you wiped another tear from his eyelashes, before it would fall down.

“You have no idea how much do you mean to me, my dear. Never think of yourself as anything less than perfect.”

You kissed him again, quick and sweet but he did not let you go, holding you close to himself as if you were going to disappear in any second. Soon, his lips were on your cheeks and jaw and neck, when he was trying to kiss the sadness away from your face. His hands ghosted over your sides, caressing your arms and reaching to the hair, feeling the thin braid under his fingers and the small bead at the end of it.

There was no other place in the whole Middle Earth where you would be feeling as safe as in his arms, with your head buried in the crook of his neck, his hair tickling your nose and the strong embrace holding you against his chest. It was the place you could call home and always come back to it no matter where on earth would you currently be.

“I love you, my dear,” Kíli whispered and kissed the top of your head. “It feels like I have loved you long before I have even met you.”

He felt you smile against his skin and then kiss his neck. You adored it when he was so tender, so open about his emotions and the overwhelming amount of love he was feeling for you, the one he never even tried to hold back nor fight with. His heart belonged to you completely and Mahal knew that yours were all his also.

After all, you knew that Kíli will carry it with a great delicacy. He always did.

#kili ktuesday #kili x reader #kili #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction

[springsfordays]

Le Princess Isabella

Hello, Hello!! So I wrote an au fic and my very first one for Phineas and Ferb. I’ve had this idea for an au for a while so I finally wrote the first couple of chapters.

I’m posting the first chapter here and let me say it’s very boring dnndndjdkn. But I wanted to post it anyways. For future chapters I’ll probably just link it. Here’s the synopsis:

In a faraway place laid the noble land of the Tri-City State Empire where in the capitol of the nation, Danville, the castle of the royals resides. Among the rulers is the heir to the throne, Princess Isabella Garcia-Shapiro ward of King Monogram, wishes to escape her life of strict rules and the pressures of royalty for adventures beyond the horizon of her castle. What the princess does not know is that the journey she craves would come a lot sooner then she expects and in the worst way possible.

Read on AO3 if you want though! Hope you enjoy!!

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In a distant land far away from the rest of the world in the oceans laid an Island called Danvillious. There the kingdom known as the Tri-City State Empire was thriving. The inhabitants lived a peaceful way of life with seemingly no worries of a threat to their daily lifestyles. Those who lived in land, or the low country, were farmers, weavers, town folk who took care of the vast rivers and waterfalls that flowed through valleys. The people who lived along the costs were fishermen, sailors who surfed the large waves that were as crystal clear as the sky was blue. Then there were those who lived in the cities. They were mechanics, inventors, scholars and..

"A bunch of snobs! Ptooe" a young boy spat onto the ground scowling at the passer bys that walked around him. He very much despised the city folk for their "high way of life" and despised them even more since the only way they get to have that high life is because he does all the dirty work for them.

"ugh, Buford just because you come from the low country doesn't mean everything said about city life is true." A younger boy walking beside Buford pushed up his glasses as his brows furrowed in annoyance. Buford grunted holding up a pointed finger at the other boy "I could'a told you that much 'Jeet. It's always said that the city is the prettiest place to be but all I've seen is grime, garbage, and a lot of fake perfume. Plus how would you know anything? Oh wait! Maybe you would seeing how you're some high and mighty academy student!" Baljeet rolled his eyes "I'm a professor's apprentice Buford but you're a cleaner. Garbage is your whole lively hood."

As the two boys walked they came upon a small brick building right between two large apartment complexes. A sign hung loosely from the top to above the door reading "Flynn-Fletcher Antiques and Mechanics". Buford spoke in a low voice as he opened the door for the both of them, "I didn't always have to rely on garbage y'know. I helped farm the ingredients used to make the food the people here throw away without finishing."

Baljeet turned to him "I get that you miss the country side but you are here now. Try to make the best of it. Like, I bet you weren't able to go flying in a custom plane made by the Flynn-Fletcher boys on your farm right?" He smiled pointing towards the back of the shop. Buford shrugged "Yeah I guess. You and the other two are alright I guess."

With that the two walked through the- in Buford's words- creepy shop full of knickknacks and old relics from over time on the Island. Srnnnnk. At the counter a teenage girl had her feet over the register and the newspaper over her face snoring deeply. The boys walked up and stared at her for a moment. Baljeet whispered in disgust after a particularly deep snore, "Eek she sounds like a broken radiator." Buford sighed a wistfully "Yeah.. A broken radiator with pretty ginger hair.."

"What?"

"Uhh I mean.. Uh"

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.

Buford smashed the bell placed on the counter repeatedly startling awake the sleeping teenager sending her knocking back over. "Gah! What the hell??" She said moving her head back and forth. Baljeet cleared his throat getting her attention. "Oh it's you two. What do you want?" She said rubbing her eyes irritably. "Hello Candace we were looking for Phineas and Ferb, do you know where they are?"

BOOM!! PRSSH!! CRASH!!

Candace put her head in her hand, "UGH Where do you think they are? Being annoying as usual." Baljeet and Buford glanced at one another then back at Candace. "Aren't you going to try and 'bust' them for making so racket?" Baljeet asked in confusion. "Why bother? Mom and Dad are visiting the capital today on a 'special antique assignment'. No point" The boys shrugged and entered the back of the shop where the Flynn-Fletcher boys, Phineas and Ferb, worked welding a metal sheet onto whatever contraption they were working on now. The two covered in oil stains and dirt all over their blue overalls looked up from where they were working over to their two friends.

Phineas lifted his mask smiling widely, "Hey fellas! You're just on time! Come look what we've added to the wings." He walked towards the other side of the custom small plane to point out the paint job. On the wings the paint a fiery shape along the edges in bright red and orange colors. "Oooooo" the other two boys said seeing the paint. "Right? It was Ferb's idea he thought it needed a more badass look to it." Ferb walked over joining the huddle around the wings. "Well Ferb always has an eye for that sort of thing." Baljeet stated running a hand over the design. Ferb held up a pair of finger guns at him clicking his mouth.

"Yup. Now all we need is to finish the welding which should be done soon. Y'all could wait right over there so the sparks don't get you." Phineas said pulling his mask back over and beginning to weld again along with Ferb. Buford and Baljeet went to the corner of the room where a pile of old magazines, Newspapers and torn books were, Baljeet picked a book and began to read. Buford not one liking to read scrummaged through the papers. "I want to look at the funnies!" He continued shuffling until a single photo fell out gliding to the floor. Huh? Buford leaned over picking up and turning over the picture. On it he saw an adorably beautiful young girl no older than him staring somewhat thoughtfully back at him. The girl was dressed in all white, in huge contrast to her features, and sported gold and red medals and large white coat hung loosely on her shoulders.

"What the? Who is this?" Buford showed the picture to Baljeet. He corrected his glasses analyzing the picture. "Oh! That's Princess Isabella!" Buford's eyes went wide, "Wait! That's THE Princess Isabella?! Ward of the King?!" Baljeet nodded "Yup! That's her, I forget that not many pictures of her actually exist so most people don't even know what she looks like." Baljeet grabbed the photo scanning it some more with a curious look, "Which begs the question how a rarity such as this is in these newspaper clippings. Hey Phineas! Ferb! How'd you guys get this??" He shouted over the welding noises gaining their attention. "Huh? Oh! That picture! Be careful with it!" Phineas dashed over yanking the picture from Baljeet's hand. "Whoof! Possessive much?" Phineas blushed "Sorry It's just it’s the only picture we have of her." He said twiddling his fingers. Ferb walked over "Our folks got it from their last trip to the capital." Phineas continued for him "Yeah Mom and Dad sold the photographer a clock and when dad saw the pictures he knew he had to buy it. Y'know since she apparently isn't allowed outside the castle walls."

"Wow you're dad scored big time! I bet you could sell it for a ton of money!" Buford said excitedly. Phineas furrowed his eyebrows holding the picture away from everyone. "It's not for sale Buf!" Buford held his hands up "Damn okay! What's your attachment to this thing anyway?" Phineas face nearly went as red as his hair. "Well, I just like looking at it that's all. I don't want give it away." Baljeet giggled, "I don't blame you! She's very pretty."

Phineas sighed holding the picture up and staring longingly at the girl on it. "Yeah. What’s not pretty about her?" He moved around the room with the picture in hand, "That long luscious raven black hair. The olive toned skin. Those large deep brown eyes and that cute smile she has.. Besides the things I've invented she's the only girl I've ever loved." Phineas ran a hand over the photo. Buford groaned in disgust, "Oh my God, you're in love with a picture?? What is wrong with you man. I bet she ain't all hugs and kisses in real life. She's royalty, she's probably a brat!"

Phineas stared at Buford with narrowed eyes "Well you don't know that do you? Leave me to my crush on this photo alright?" Ferb and Baljeet looked at one another and covered their laughs. Buford rolled his eyes "Yeah, yeah. Whatever can we get this bad boy into the sky now and leave the princess talk here?" The other boys nodded in agreement and all went to start rolling the plane out to of the back of the shop. Phineas lingered behind staring at the picture once more. The girl's eyes somehow burned through the stilled image. He smiled Simply beautiful aren't you? He carefully folded the photo and stuffed it securely into his front overall pocket and ran up to join the others.

#phineas and ferb #phineas flynn #ferb fletcher #buford van stomm #baljeet tjinder #isabella garcia shapiro #phineas and ferb fanfic #phinabella #phinbella #my writing #phineas and ferb au

[star-spangled-steve]

His New Partner

Chapter 17: The Emergency Visit

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1846

Warnings: Some sadness, a heavily injured Steve, mentions of violence, a bit of fluff, light cussing.

A/N: This is Chapter 17 out of 50, meaning that this series is now officially a third of the way done!

“Excuse me, sorry!” Y/N exclaimed left and right while she scurried down the hallways of the busy hospital in Washington. “My bad!” She winced as she accidentally bumped butts with some middle-aged lady. Yes, she was aware that several people might recognize her, due to her personal fame, but right now she simply didn’t care. It was an emergency. 

Y/N finally approached the counter, banging her hands on it a few times to get the receptionist’s attention. “Hi, hi, hello.”

“Oh, boy. Calm down, dear.” The lady at the desk instructed, trying to relax the trembling actress. “What can I do for you?”

“U-Um, Steve Rogers. Which room is he in?” Y/N asked, eyes darting all around the crowded space. She could see some people staring at her and taking out their phones, but decided to ignore it.

“Oh yes, yes.” The woman nodded, searching around her desk to find the specific papers. “I was informed that you’d be showing up, Miss Y/L/N.” She eventually located the document, bringing her glasses down from where they rested on the top of her head and putting them on for real. “He’s in room 228.”

“Thanks!” Y/N said rather loudly as she started to jog to the destination.

“No running in here!” The woman called from behind the counter, making the younger girl stop in her tracks.

“Right, sorry.” She sucked on her bottom lip with nervousness, heading more slowly down the hallway this time.

When Y/N first received the call that Steve was in the hospital, she didn’t entirely believe it. He went on dangerous missions all the time and never came out with anything more than a couple scratches or bruises. He was Captain America; reckless, and restless, and the owner of muscles that seemed like they were made of vibranium. Surely he couldn’t get too hurt. Right?

Wrong.

And the evidence was clear by the almost million machines that were hooked up to Steve’s injured body, a fact that Y/N noticed right as soon as she burst through the door.

“Oh my-Steve.” She covered her mouth with her hands at the sight of him.

“Hey, princess.” He gave her a small smile. “What are ‘ya doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” Y/N stepped farther inside the tiny room, throwing her hands up in defeat. “Look at you!”

Even though Steve was the type to deny any pain that he felt, he could agree that today definitely wasn’t his prettiest day. The dark purple bruise that stained his right cheek, the numerous cuts that were scattered across his handsome face. Though, the amount of pain that he felt from it all was nothing compared to how pained Y/N felt just seeing him like this.

“Who hurt you?” She questioned softly with a frown.

“You don’t know?” Steve furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side, assuming that the whole world had known about his current predicament by now. “Come, sit down, baby.” He said before patting an empty spot next to him on the hospital bed. “What do you know so far?”

“Well,” Y/N began, sitting down just as he told her to. She placed her purse on room’s small table before rubbing a hand on his left forearm, the one without the IV in it. “Tony told me to turn on the news, and I saw those helicarriers go down. A-And they said that you were in one.” She stammered, tears beginning to well up in her eyes at the thought. Steve squeezed her hand, silently urging her to continue. “So I freaked out, we all did actually. The whole team was trying to find a way to c-contact you or contact S.H.I.E.L.D., but no one would give us any real information. U-Until we saw all of those secret files that got leaked to the world, and found out about Hydra b-being actually in S.H.I.E.L.D.” As Y/N wiped her eyes, Steve began to feel guilty for putting through all of this. “I-I said that I was going to head here, to D.C., b-but the team all told me to stay in Manhattan w-where it was safer. It wasn’t until the middle of the night that the hospital called, though all that they had told me was that they found you on the shore, and something about three bullet wounds.” She sniffed and glanced down at her lap, before finally making eye contact with him once again. “I-I was just happy that they found you alive, Stevie.”  

The man gulped, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb in a calming fashion. “I’m so sorry, N/N. Please, don’t cry, doll.”

The girl shook girl head with a small sniffle. “I’m supposed to be the one comforting you, right now.”

Steve shook his head even more forcefully than her, despite the soreness, leaving no more room for argument. “Not when I’m putting you through stress like this.” He glanced down at their connected hands, savouring the sweet moment.

“That’s what people in relationships do, honey.” Y/N told him earnestly, making the Captain smile in response. “I love you, and I’m sticking by your side no matter how much crap you put me through. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” She added with a grin.

Steve chuckled and moved his hand up to her beautiful face, cradling her jaw in a soothing manner. “I wouldn’t dream of getting rid of you, Y/N. I love you too.”

And with that, he pulled her head down to level with his, connecting their lips after them having been apart for so long. Too long. The kiss was gentle, chaste, and filled with love that the couple shared for one another. It was something that they definitely needed to lighten the mood after such a sour couple of days, something extra special. So, what a shame it was that it got interrupted by a hesitant knock on the half-opened door.

“Is this a bad time?” A voice asked from across the small space, making the pair turn their heads towards the sound.

There in the doorway stood a well-built African American man, holding what looked like a fast-food bag and large fountain drink in his hands. He walked across the room in quick strides, setting the items on Steve’s bedside table as Y/N tried to remember him, but couldn’t. He did look familiar, though.

“Kind of, but I’ll forgive you eventually.” The blonde man quipped, removing his hand from Y/N’s cheek and running it down her exposed arm softly. “What’s that?” He asked, gesturing with his chin to bag of food.

“Brought it from the cafeteria.” The other man answered with a shrug. “Figured that it’ll be better than whatever crummy hospital supper that they decide to serve you.”

“Thank you.” Steve smiled before lightly squeezing Y/N’s arm. “I don’t think that you two know each other yet.”

“Oh, I definitely know her.” The dark-haired man chuckled. “She’s a big star!”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” She stuck out her hand with a laugh.

“Sam Wilson.” He responded before shaking her hand.

“My new wingman.” Steve remarked with a small nod, making the two turn to him. “This is a good guy right here.”

“Ohh.” Y/N finally realized where she recognized Sam from and pointed to him. “I saw you on the news with Steve, fighting the bad guys. You had the wings, right?”

“Yes, that would be me.” Wilson crossed his arms over his chest with pride.

“Well then, I must thank you for keeping his dumb ass out of too much trouble.” The girl joked, looking over to her injured boyfriend with a silly grin.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Steve said with a roll of his eyes, before teasingly poking Y/N’s side and making her squirm away with a tiny giggle. “Really though, thank you, Sam. We couldn’t have pulled any of this off without you.” He stated.

The airman nodded his head, seeing the uttermost sincere expression on Steve’s face. “You’re very welcome, Cap. Anytime you need me.” Sam moved back towards the door, giving the couple a quick wave. “I’ll leave you two alone.”

“Bye.” Y/N waved kindly as well before turning back to her boyfriend, running her fingers through his messy blonde locks.

“You met him at work?” She assumed.

“No.” Steve replied, running one of his large hands over her thigh slowly. “I met him on a morning run, he actually used to serve as well, works at the VA now.”

Y/N nodded in understanding, before quirking her head to the side. “And where do you work now? S.H.I.E.L.D. is like...”

“Gone.” He finished for her. “Destroyed.”

“So, d-does that mean-?”

“I’m coming home, darling.” Steve smiled at the sudden realization.

Y/N’s face instantly lit up, her smile wide and teeth on display. “Oh, thank god!” She squealed in delight, placing several joyous kisses on his non-damaged cheek, followed by one big one on his lips.

“Woah, woah, easy there, babydoll.” Steve chuckled as she nearly shook the bed with all her movement, now lying halfway overtop of him. “I may have fast healing, but I’m not invincible.”

“Sorry.” Y/N giggled, sitting up once again. “I’m just so happy.”

“Me too.” He grinned. “And considering that it’s been way too long since I’ve last shared a bed with you...” Steve pulled back the covers of his current one, gesturing for her to get underneath them. 

“What? Steve-“ Y/N began to protest, not wanting to accidentally hurt him even more.

“C’mon, N/N. There’s enough room for the both of us.” He smirked, patting the white sheets.

“No, there’s not!” She laughed. “You alone barely fit in there.”

“Well too damn bad.” Steve shrugged, gripping Y/N’s waist and pulling her closer to him.

She squealed in surprise, silently wondering how he was so strong even in this state of injury. “Fine.” The girl huffed before finally giving in, taking off her shoes and getting underneath the covers.

It was a tight squeeze inside the single bed, that’s for sure. But Y/N laid on her side and they eventually managed to make it work.

“Mmm.” She hummed. “It is nice sharing a bed with you again, I almost forgot how warm you are.”

Steve chuckled, rubbing his hand up and down her clothed back. “See? Things will go just back to normal.”

“A little different though, now that Nick’s gone.” Y/N said with a frown. Even though she didn’t know Fury that well, he was still very nice to her whenever they saw each other.

Now Steve, on the other hand, just realized that Y/N still didn’t know that Nick’s death was fake. She wasn’t aware that his neighbour, ‘Kate’, was actually a secret agent assigned to protect him. Him beating up ten guys in an elevator was something that would definitely blow her away, and would turn her on, Steve thought to himself. But most importantly, Bucky still being alive was a fact that she hadn’t found out yet. A big, big fact.

“Ya,” the Captain sighed, “you and I have a lot of catching up to do.”

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[kunrendeotaku]

Chapter 15

“Marco! If you don’t open your eyes, how are you going to tell me where we’re going?!” Star’s voice is full of laughter, her voice piercing directly into my ears from only a few inches behind me. As her question implies, I have my eyes squinted tightly shut against the chilly fall wind that blows more powerfully than I would have ever expected. Then again, I don’t often consider what it would feel like to fly.

I weigh my options. On the one hand, my insane magical friend could easily fly us to the next country if I don’t give her directions. On the other hand, maybe if I keep pretending this isn’t happening we’ll magically teleport back to the ground. Crazier things have happened, today. Our winged red wagon finally pausing its acrobatics to glide gently is the deciding factor for me peeling open my eyes to take a look at what I’d been missing.

My sleepy little California town spreads out below me, a view I’d seen perhaps a fraction of every now and then caught from drone cameras or news helicopters. Seeing it for myself for the first time is an experience I will never forget if I live to be a million years old. Without even thinking about it my whole body relaxes my previously hyper-tense muscles and I lean back into the architect of the chaos infecting my life, her body still running hotter than I would have expected. It feels nice in this chilly air.

She begins giggling, still holding me tight with her non-wand hand, and when I look back at her face with awe-struck eyes I see the same expression she always tends to have. Full of a wonder at the amazing sights you can see if you chase after adventure. Is this what I’ve been looking for, more than a chance to test my martial arts, more than an escape from the boredom of the world, and so much more than safe kids or bad boys?

Perhaps I would have found the answer for real in those sparkling blue eyes of hers if not for the whole wagon beginning to shake, “Marco, for real! We need a destination, I have no idea how long these wings will last!”

“Oh! Oh, okay!” I sit up and peer over the side of the wagon, the desperation of the new emergency throwing me out of my thoughtful mood. Now that we’re past the initial fear of climbing so high in the air, my own apprehensive attitude about heights is blasted away to wisps of butterflies in my stomach that I honestly rather like, but I’d still rather not crash and die. My destination is rather difficult to find as I’ve never looked for it from the air, but desperation is a powerful motivator. I point out a certain little house in a cul de sac in the middle of town, yelling out, “There! Land us there!”

Immediately the wagon dips into a nosedive. Star clearly is in the mood to get us to the ground as quickly as possible, which is likely due to the fact that I can now see the glittering purple wings dissolving before my very eyes, “We’re not gonna make it, Staaaaaar!” I yell out, her name transitioning into a high pitched (but definitely still totally manly) scream as I feel gravity take hold of us completely.

Star’s grip on my hoodie tightens as we approach the ground at a horrifyingly fast pace. We’re perhaps fifty feet from the ground when for the umpteenth time today I consider myself definitely dead. “Cotton Candy Cloudy Charm!” The princess screams out behind me, and a pink laser blasts past my head to summon a truly massive clump of what looks like a solid cloud of the same color. It has blue eyes and a smile that opens wide as we approach, munching us right out of the air.

The next few moments are a nearly vomit inducing simulation of what a pinball must feel like, as we bounce around the supernaturally soft and durable material until we finally disperse all of our momentum. Somehow we’ve managed to become entangled in a confusing mix up of limbs and odd positions, and I believe the wagon is actually on top of us as I feel I’m laying on the cotton candy-like being Star had summoned.

I find myself feeling a strange mixture of disappointment and relief that it is quite dark in here, as from the feeling of her legging clad knees and thighs on my head I might actually be looking directly up Star’s skirt. The oddly bittersweet feeling doesn’t last long, Star’s wand lighting up to blast the wagon off of us and poof the giant cloud out of existence in the same flash of pink light. She jumps to her feet, then yanks me up as well to spin me around by my wrists. I can’t help but join her in laughing, exalting in the feeling of simply being alive after our harrowing experience.

We’re thrown out of our revelry when the wagon crash lands on one of the homes in the cul de sac and smashes right through the ceiling. The pair of us blink at the property damage, then nearly dissolve into another giggle fit. Someone could definitely have died from that, “Oh, my God Star. That was the best experience of my life. Let's go see if we actually made it to the right house?” I pull my hands away from Star and hook a thumb at what definitely looks to be Fergusson’s home, the grin on my face impossible to suppress even by focusing on the new collection of bruises and scrapes I’d added to my body with the latest escapade. Am I becoming a masochist?

“Okay!” Star rushes off to the doorway and manages to contain herself to only three doorbell dings in quick succession. She’s learning! I follow the crazy blonde up to the door, a bit slowly. I might not be bothered by the injuries I’m slowly racking up, but they’re definitely slowing me down, especially as the adrenaline stops pumping.

The door is answered by Fergusson’s mother a few moments later. She’s probably one of the prettiest adults I’ve ever seen, a gorgeous petite little pixie of a girl with bright orange hair and slender limbs. She could nearly pass for our age. I swear, the only thing Fergusson got from her is his hair and her friendly personality. Not that he can make use of it very often, considering how basically his only friends are me and Alfonzo. Perhaps when he gets to college or so he’ll come into his own?

“Why, Marco! C’mon in, my Ferggie is with Alfonzo in his room as usual.” She barely even seems to notice Star for the first few minutes as we catch up, her talking about a thousand different little nothings a mile a minute. Star simply follows the pair of us into her home looking a little confused at being ignored. Must be strange for a princess to not even be greeted when meeting someone new, but Francine has always been really attached to me for some reason. I happily chat with her until Fergusson’s father, Olaf enters the room.

“Well now, who’s this with you Marco?” A deep voice booms out of the kitchen as a massive giant of a man squeezes through the doorway into the living room. He’s blonde, probably seven feet tall, and all muscle with a gigantic beard. He’s also carrying a tray of brownie fresh from the oven. I swear to all that is holy, how that giant tub of lard Fergusson managed to come from these two parents is a mystery that could stump our world’s greatest minds.

“I’m Star Butterfly! Basically Marco’s best friend, and new roomie!” Huh. First time she’s gone with that as her introduction. Is she actually getting the fact that the magical princess introduction breaks things more often than not?

“Aha, well, I’m Olaf. This is my wife, Francine. A pleasure to meet you, Miss Butterfly. Marco often introduces his foreign exchange students to this household, and I extend the same invitation to you that I always do give them: You’re welcome here anytime.” The little woman dances up to her husband, gives him a peck on the cheek (she has to jump, which is the most adorable thing), and steals a brownie before tossing us both a wink.

“Have fun, Marco! You’re especially welcome, you know. Even if Fergusson isn’t around.” Francine leaves us with that to disappear into the kitchen, giggling like a teenager. Olaf is all smiles until she leaves the room, but once she’s out of sight bends his massive bulk down towards us to give me specifically a death glare.

“You keep him away from my wife, Butterfly girl. I’ll be watching.” His accent deepens, perhaps scandinavian? I’m not that good with accents, for all that I’ve been around foreign kids for years. He then heads back towards the kitchen as well, prompting Star to give me an absolutely befuddled look.

The best I can offer her in return in a bashful shrug. “They’ve always been like that. I don’t really get it, but they’re definitely nice people!” Crazy, but nice. Kind of like Star herself!

#svtfoe #star vs the forces of evil #marco diaz #rating: mature #fanfiction #fanfic

[omgrachwrites]

May Queen (Loki Laufeyson)

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x OC

Summary: Astrid, the princess of Vanaheimr relocates to Asgard to seal a betrothal to the youngest prince and an attempt to escape unforeseen forces. She soon finds happiness and a multitude of new friends. Unfortunately treachery and deceit lie in the court of Asgard in unlikely places, and she learns that true love never dies.

Warnings: fluff, little bit of angst

Words: 1915

A/N: Sorry that this was a bit short you guys and this fic went off on a totally different track! I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think, I love you all very much! xxx

Part Eleven - Once Upon A Time in New York City

Astrid smiled prettily over her jewelled goblet of honeyed mead as she sat in her garden with Ingrid and her entourage of ladies. She liked this group of women well enough but she felt like she couldn’t be herself around them, she always had to put up a façade. Being engaged to one of the crowned princes of Asgard meant a lot of sitting around and looking pretty. Though that had all been well and good when she lived in Vanaheimr she had a whole new outlook on life ever since Arna had attempted to kill her.

Feeling a cool hand on her shoulder, Astrid looked up and smiled when she saw that it was Loki, his other hand was shielding his eyes against the harsh sunshine, “my father has called me to the council chambers, finally,” he was smiling but Astrid couldn’t mistake the bitter undertone in his voice, “I’ll see you later, okay?” he smiled and kissed her goodbye before striding out of the garden.

As soon as he had left, all of the girls swooned and cooed at Astrid, practically falling all over the table, “he must love you very much,” Helena, one of the ladies grinned and Astrid smiled tightly before changing the subject to that of a passing handsome Lord that was staying at the palace and Loki was forgotten. Luckily for Astrid, the ladies had a very short attention span.

Later on that afternoon Astrid was showing Queen Eira around the garden, the world that she had created was so fine that even tiny winged imps came and went, just to smell the flowers. Eira smiled as she linked her arm through her daughter’s, “this is a really beautiful place, all of your own. I’m very proud of whom you’re becoming and your father would have been very proud too,” the Queen grinned at her daughter before her face fell slightly, “but you’re not completely happy are you? What’s the matter sweetheart?”

Astrid sighed as she rested her head on her mother’s shoulder, “it’s this dream that I had a few weeks ago, about a room, encased in ice and it was snowing. There was a man shackled in there with icicles all over his face and snow in his eyebrows, he looked frozen half to death but somehow he was still alive. He spoke to me.”

“What did he say?” Eira asked and Astrid looked at her mother, there was a peculiar look in her eyes, it wasn’t fear or surprise. It was something else; they were almost blank, devoid of all emotion.

“He told me not to drink the wine, whatever I did, I mustn’t drink the wine. I don’t know what wine he was talking about,” the thought of it still sent shivers down her spine.

“Oh sweetheart, it was just a dream, try not to think about it. Now, how about we have a lemon cake?” Eira grinned before going to sit beneath the marquee.

Astrid sighed and smiled at Mara who came walking up beside her, her handmaiden smiled prettily and linked her fingers through Astrid’s, just like they had done when they were younger, “maybe your mother is right Astrid. Dreams can’t come true, even dreams with warnings in, please don’t take any heed. It’s troubling you and I hate to see you troubled,” Mara offered her a dimpled smile.

Astrid smiled, feeling a little bit better, “perhaps you’re right, and you know there’s an old wing of this palace that’s been locked up for years. But, I’m working on getting the key,” adventure and excitement was sparkling in her eyes, apart from the dream this was all she’d been thinking about, “who knows, maybe Odin will give it to us as a wedding present.”

Mara smiled and rolled her eyes that would never happen, not in a million years, “I’ll have a look for you if you want and I’ll try and get it. Nobody really notices a handmaiden, not even the future Queen’s.”

“I’m so glad that I’ve got at least one true friend here,” the princess grinned.

Astrid sighed in frustration as another one of her arrows missed the massive target, “and my mother tells me not to worry! I’m so frustrated that I’ve become complete rubbish at archery!” she complained, throwing her bow down before she picked up a piece of lemon cake from the tray situated on the table behind her and she took a bite out of it.

Quickly, she grabbed the dagger from Loki’s belt and threw it at the target; she was satisfied when it hit the target with a loud thunk. Loki chuckled as he stood behind Astrid, his hands ghosting over her waist, “pick your bow back up, my sweet.”

Astrid frowned, she was starting to feel frustrated with him too, never mind his honeyed words but she humoured him and picked up her bow, “what are you doing?” she smiled, her breath catching in her throat as she felt his hands on her waist.

“Adjusting your stance,” he said simply but she could tell that he was smirking.

“I know how to shoot an arrow, you know,” her words contradicted her earlier performance but she really did know how to shoot one and usually she was very good at it.

“Then prove it love,” he whispered into her ear before kissing her shoulder.

Astrid flushed and she did prove herself, as she fired the arrow it found its home in the target, right next to the dagger. Loki chuckled and pecked her cheek before walking over to the target and he took his dagger out. Astrid rolled her eyes as he sauntered back over to her, that stupid smirk playing on his lips, “I bet you do that with all the girls,” she giggled and Loki shrugged nonchalantly.

“Just the beautiful princesses’ with long dark locks and who look especially pretty in red,” he gestured to her blood red dress before he leaned in to kiss her.

“You must think you’re pretty amusing hmm?” Astrid smiled against his lips before capturing them one last time before pulling away.

“I like to think so yes,” he grinned as he took her hand, “come with me. I’ve got something to show you, something amazing.”

And so, Astrid followed him all the way down the bifrost, past the gatekeeper – he didn’t say anything but he watched the pair with strange orange eyes – and into a strange room that Astrid had never seen before. She gave Loki a raised eyebrow before walking over to one of the windows, she peered out and gasped, she was expecting to see Asgard but that wasn’t what she saw.

Instead, she saw a busy land below with metal carriages trundling along the roads and there were structures that almost reached the sky. Although, it was grey and rainy in that land, it was still one of the prettiest sights that Astrid had seen in a long time.

“What is this?” she gasped in amazement and Loki came to stand at her side.

“It’s a portal to Midgard, the human world, and I believe this particular town is called London. I’ve seen pictures and maps of it in the books in the library.”

“Why are you showing this to me now though?” Astrid asked, still not seeing the point of all of this.

Loki ran a hand through his hair before fiddling with his fingers somewhat nervously, “well, I know that you’ve been feeling down and you’re not particularly happy here but I want to show you there’s another world out there. A world where you can be happy, if only for a couple of days.”

“But, what about your father? He’ll notice won’t he if we suddenly go missing?”

Loki scoffed at the mention of his father, “well, I’ll do him the courtesy of telling him before we leave but he won’t care all that much. I’m not the prodigal son, I’ve got a lot more freedom,” he hesitated, “so would you like to go?”

Astrid smiled and cupped his cheek before kissing him, “right now?” she asked hopefully and he nodded.

“Yes well, we’ll have to pack a few things up.”

“I’d love to go to Midgard with you Loki,” she beamed and Loki nodded, looking pleased with himself.

“Where would you like to go?”

Astrid smiled, she didn’t know anything about Midgard so she couldn’t possibly choose, “just somewhere far away, where people aren’t trying to assassinate me,” she giggled, trying to make light of her predicament.

“Your wish is my command princess,” he grinned as he held out a hand, “let’s go and pack a few things up and then we can be on our way.”

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Soon after, Loki and Astrid landed in Midgard, in a swarming city alive with so many smells and bustling people. The air was grey and heavy with smoke and it made Loki cough, it wasn’t exactly the most beautiful place but when he looked at Astrid and saw her face lit up with happiness he decided it didn’t matter whether it was beautiful or not. He wasn’t too sure where they were but it definitely wasn’t London, although the huge buildings nearly kissed the sky, just like in London.

“Where are we?” Astrid asked, almost as if she could read Loki’s mind.

“I’m not completely sure,” he mumbled, looking around for some sort of indication, he saw black and white papers on the stand next to them and one look at the front page told him where they were, “we’re in New York City.”

Being on Midgard was certainly interesting; it was amazing to see how the mortals carried out their tiny little ordinary lives. Loki and Astrid amused themselves by strolling around the city and marvelling at how different things were here. Loki had even managed to procure some mortal money and they’d managed to get some food. The food they were eating were called hot dogs and they were kind of disgusting but Astrid seemed to really enjoy it, though it wasn’t food that was fit for a princess.

It was when they were walking down that infernal alleyway that things changed – maybe they’d changed for the better though – as they were walking through they saw a tiny little man getting attacked by men that were twice his size.

“Stop it!” Astrid shouted, pulling out her dagger before Loki could stop her.

The men paused and looked at her, then at each other before bursting out into laughter, “are ya gonna cut us up princess, huh? Is that what ya gonna do?”

As the men mocked Astrid Loki felt cold rage rising up his body, he felt it go up his throat and onto his face, “you heard her,” he almost growled. The attackers looked at him, their faces going white as they ran off, pushing and shoving each other as they went.

“Gosh, are you alright?” Astrid asked before running over to the hurt man.

“I’m fine,” he winced, “thank you, but who are you two?”

“I’m Astrid, and this is Loki. What’s your name?”

Before the man could answer there were footsteps in the alleyway and a voice called out, “goddammit Steve! Why do you always get yourself into these situations?” the handsome man in green stopped when he saw that his friend wasn’t alone.

“Who are you?” Loki asked, narrowing his eyes, the stranger had his eyes fixed on Astrid.

“I’m Bucky Barnes,” the man smirked.

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Plus One - Peter Parker (part three)

word count: 5067 warnings: swearing summary: (y/n) and Peter are really good at selling their relationship.  Maybe too good... Alina can tell that there’s something up with the way (y/n) and Peter interact  song: Drive - Halsey 

PART THREE: Brunches and Duck Ponds + part one + part two

[ all we do is drive // all we do is think about the feelings that we hide // all we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign ]

The following morning (y/n) woke up to a quiet rapid knocking on the door, and despite her attempts to ignore it until it went away, it didn’t go away.

Finally, she opened her eyes, and was about to move to get out of bed, when she realized she wasn’t sleeping on her pillow.  Instead, her face was pressed between Peter’s shoulder blades, and she must’ve wrapped her arm around his middle.  Her face suddenly got hot as she shuffled backwards as hastily as she could, and rushed on her tiptoes to the door.

She peeked through it just a little bit, not surprised to see Alina on the other side.

For a girl that definitely got wasted last night, she seemed awfully chipper this morning.

“(y/n)!” She squealed, bursting through the door and wrapping her little sister in a tight hug.  (y/n) silently cursed hearing Peter moving around in bed, knowing that Alina’s outburst had woken him up.

“Al- Ali, you’re gonna wake up Peter,” (y/n) warned softly, but still smiled at Alina.  “We got in really late-”

“Ohmygod that’s your boyfriend?” Alina peeked over to where Peter was surprisingly still sound asleep in bed.  “Shit, (y/n), he’s hot”

(y/n) giggled as she blushed and nodded enthusiastically.

“I know” She replied, and Alina laughed with her.

“You have to tell me everything as soon as you guys come downstairs, I want to talk to both of you, capisce?” (y/n) nodded in agreement.  Alina’s eyes wandered curiously back over to Peter, and (y/n) smacked her arm.

“Back off, you’re getting married tomorrow”

“I know!” Alina squealed, slapping a hand over her mouth in a delayed reaction.  ‘Sorry’ She mouthed.

“How about we get ready and we’ll meet you downstairs before we head out for brunch?” (y/n) suggested.  “I don’t need you waking him up and making him cranky”

“Fine, fine,” Alina rolled her eyes.  “Sorry for missing you and wanting to catch up with my little sister”

“See you later, Alina” (y/n) spoke sarcastically, and closed the door behind her sister as she left.

Just as she was gathering her clothes from her suitcase, Peter propped his head up on the mattress, and glanced down at her questioningly.

“I’m sorry,” (y/n) muttered.  “Did we wake you up?”

“Yes, but it was worth it,” Peter said with a teasing tone, and (y/n) could tell he’d heard the whole conversation.  “Flattered to know you think I’m hot”

She rolled her eyes at him, and didn’t say anything about it.  She knew it would go straight to his ego.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” She changed the subject.  “Brunch is in two hours, and it’s a really big deal to my family-”

“Understood,” Peter nodded before she could start to freak out.  “I’m about to the politest, brunchiest person you’ve ever seen”

(y/n) giggled and shook her head at him before taking her clothes into the bathroom, shutting the door and starting up the shower.

Peter searched through his luggage for the outfit he had specifically packed for today, unable to wipe the giddy smile off of his face.

He’d woken up last night when (y/n) had rolled over and laid against him.  He’d thought that she’d just miscalculated the amount of space in the bed and had run into him, but instead of backing off, she’d nuzzled her face into his back and curled her arm around his torso, pressing closer to him.

Peter was starting to think that this fake dating thing might just bring them closer together.

He could hear her humming a tune in the bathroom.

She opened the door to let out the steam when she’d finished her shower and put on her outfit for the day, which also allowed Peter to enjoy the view while she did her hair and makeup.

“It’s going to be my Mom, Dad, Alina, and Jonathan today,” (y/n) filled him in while applying a light colored eyeshadow.  “I’m actually excited for you to meet Jon, he’s amazing, he fits right in with the family.  However, Alina is definitely gonna give you the third degree so I hope you’re up for being as romantic as you possibly can,” She stopped her actions to glance at Peter in the reflection of the mirror.  “I mean really dial it up”

“You want to sit on my lap while we’re there?” Peter said, and (y/n) spun around, just in time to see him burst into laughter.  “Kidding.  Obviously”

She sighed before turning back to the mirror to put her makeup on.

“It’s a really nice restaurant, you’ll like it, and sometimes my family is overbearing but-”

“Deep breaths,” Peter said before she could ramble anymore.  “It’s gonna be fine, don’t worry”

“Worrying is what I do best” She mumbled.

Peter rolled his eyes at the comment, knowing that it wasn’t true.  (y/n) did best at engineering, problem solving, tinkering, and currently he was learning she did best at applying makeup.

“Your stress is just a side effect of being good at everything” Peter mused.

She glanced at his reflection again, watching him while he was messing with the buttons of his short sleeved button up.  The comment made her blush, and she was glad he couldn’t see her looking at him.  He looked really good, in khakis and a dark blue button up with a faint print over it.

“Thanks” She mumbled softly, and quickly went back to putting her makeup on when he caught her eyes.

Peter just smiled to himself and messed around on his phone while waiting for her to finish up.

“Okay, I’m finished” She finally turned around, and smoothed out the wrinkles in the pants of her jumpsuit.

Peter grinned up at her, admiring how pretty she looked.  Of course, she always looked pretty, in the jeans and the casual blouses she’d wear at the compound.  But she was extra cute with the extra effort.  She parted her hair and let it fall naturally with loose curls, and even just the small amount of eyeliner and mascara made her eyes pop even more than they did already.

“Look at you” Peter praised, the stupid grin still on his face.  (y/n) smiled back bashfully, her cheeks a rosy color.  He did a chef’s kiss and made her giggle, walking over to smack his arm gently.

“Come on idiot, lets go” She said playfully, and grabbed his hand to pull her with him down the stairs. ___

(y/n) was glad that her parents were fine with her and Peter having a glass of wine with brunch even though they were nineteen, because she had a feeling they’d need it.

They were all sat around a table, with glasses of wine, small bread baskets being passed around, and smiles on their faces as they recalled the most embarrassing stories they could of one another.  The restaurant that Alina and Jonathan had chosen was nothing short of elegant.

As soon as they’d gotten to the table, (y/n) had made it a point to pull her seat closer to Peter’s.  They had their hands intertwined on the table, and were constantly throwing each other loving glances.  They were more than selling it.

“Alright (y/n), you’ve got to tell us the most embarrassing story about Peter,” Alina demanded, an eager look on her face as she stared at them from over her glass.  “There’s got to be something juicy”

(y/n) looked to Peter with a suggestive smile, and he already knew the story she was going to tell.

“No no no don’t-”

“I dared Peter to flick Sc- Ant-Man-” She caught herself quickly before she could give away Scott’s identity.  “- off from where he was perched on a work table.  He had shrunk down to help me out with a gadget, and was sitting right there on the edge of the table-”

“I hate how much you love this story” Peter teased, taking a smug sip of his wine.

“- and Peter did it!”

“You’ve got him that whipped already, babe?” Alina asked, a smirk tugging on her lips as her eyes flickered between her sister and her boyfriend.

Peter’s brows furrowed, and he let go of (y/n’s) hand, opting to set it on the back of her chair.

“I wouldn’t say I’m whipped” He said, giving (y/n) a slight pout.  She quirked a brow at him and patted his cheek lovingly.

“Of course not,” She said with a mock pout, and Peter rolled his eyes.  “Now hush and let me finish,” (y/n) turned back to Alina.  “Anyways, Ant-Man gets pissed right? Because Peter just flicked him like a paper football across the room.  And he decides that he’s going to get revenge on Peter.  He comes up with this grand scheme about using these- let’s just call them growth disks- on a doll’s dress”

“Oh no,” Alina was already giggling, seeing where the story was going.  “Tell me he didn’t-”

“Peter’s asleep on the couch, just begging to be pranked by somebody-” (y/n) had to stop for a moment to stifle her giggles, particularly enjoying Peter’s red cheeks in this moment.  “And Scott puts the dress on him- we had a whole photoshoot that day, I did his makeup.  I have pictures-”

“Sweetheart we don’t have to show them the pictures-” Peter started, but (y/n) had already pulled out her phone to display the adorable pictures of Peter sleeping on the sofa in the common room.

Everyone was giggling at the bright pink lipstick on his lips and the messy thick eyeliner wings, which complimented the pink and yellow frill dress he wore.

“I just want everyone to know that you’re the prettiest princess, Peter” (y/n) said innocently.

“Maybe I should’ve let you be the maid of honor,” Alina joked.  “So, Peter, you date a lot of Avengers?”

The poor boy choked, and (y/n) reached her hand up to where he had casually been resting his on her shoulder, squeezing his fingers gently, reassuringly.

“Yeah, no,” He answered awkwardly.  “Actually I didn’t really date at all.  It’s kind of hard, since I’m always so busy with work and all but…” He glanced over to (y/n), who was listening intently, before going back to her sister.  “I met (y/n) and just… had to make the time”

(y/n) smiled at his sweet words.  He was good at being romantic on the spot.  It wasn’t too far from the truth, after getting to know one another they’d both always made the time to hang out outside of work.

“That’s sweet,” Alina replied, and Peter let out a breath he hadn’t noticed he’d been holding in.  “I have to say, I’m surprised (y/n) brought you”

(y/n) shot Alina a look, who just shrugged her shoulders innocently before taking a sip of her wine.

“She doesn’t really open up about boyfriends, I have to practically pry it out of her-”

“Alina” (y/n) hissed, hoping to play it off as playful sister teasing, but Alina kept talking anyways.

“But she’s told me lots about you”

“She has?” Peter asked out of genuine surprise, turning to (y/n) with a raised brow.

“This is the Peter that was an intern with you a few years ago, right?” Alina checked, and (y/n) nervously nodded her head, praying to Odin that her sister wouldn’t catch on that this wasn’t the guy she’d been dating at Christmas.  “Yeah,” Alina grinned at Peter.  “She called me that first day-”

“I was excited to have somebody my age be living at the compound,” (y/n) cut in, turning to Peter and smiling bashfully, and then giving her sister a secret death glare.  “Everyone else there is either a billionaire or a God”

Her comment got a laugh from the table, and the conversation moved on to Jonathan complaining about his side of the family.

When their food came, (y/n) realized that Peter was more of a genius and an actor than she’d originally played him for.

He shared his food with her, and she shared some of hers as well.  And when she had sauce on her lip, he’d adorably picked up his napkin and wiped it off.  She swore that she was maybe too convincing staring into his eyes the way she did in that moment, but a little extra flutter of the heart couldn’t hurt, could it?

Peter fit right in with her family, and got along well with Jonathan who was soon to be her family, and it couldn’t have made it happier.  Maybe he wasn’t really her boyfriend, but knowing that she had everyone’s approval of him still made her happy.

“What?” Peter murmured to her while (y/d/n) had the rest of the table occupied with a story about Alina’s first boyfriend (spoiler alert, he was a loser).

“Hm?” (y/n) hummed back, unsure of what he meant.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He chuckled.  She’d been staring at him so intensely he could feel it when he wasn’t looking.

“You’re my boyfriend, I’m not allowed to look at you just cause I love you?” (y/n) said, speaking at a regular volume now so their conversation wasn’t so private.  

No one commented on it, but it was clear she’d been heard.  Peter just played along and chuckled, kissing her temple nonchalantly before eating some of his food.

(y/n) held Peter’s hand and leaned into him as they left the restaurant, giggling while he teased her about messing up her hair if she kept resting her head on him the way she was.

Alina got her mother’s attention, and nodded towards the pair as they laughed quietly and shared whispers that no one else could hear.

“They’re more in love than they realize,” Alina said quietly, trying not to get her sister’s attention.  “Don’t you see it?”

(y/m/n) nodded, smiling between both of her daughters.

“I might have to give away my other daughter soon as well”

Alina chuckled softly, watching as Peter let go of (y/n’s) hand to wrap his arm around the small of her back, and pull her closer to him.  In turn, she kissed his cheek and leaned her head against his shoulder.

The older sister smiled to herself, and didn’t say anything else about it the whole way home. ___

“They love you!” (y/n) squealed quietly when her and Peter were back in the safety of their bedroom.  “And they totally believe we’re an item too! This is going even better than I thought!”

“What, you thought it wouldn’t go well?” Peter joked.

“Well, I thought you’d either blow our cover, or I’d get too nervous and blow it, but we’re doing great!” She high fived him, giggling with excitement.  “I’m going to change into normal clothes, and then I’m taking you on a special tour” (y/n) told him mischievously, getting a pair of jeans and a tee shirt from her luggage.

“Special tour?” Peter grinned, and waited on the bed while (y/n) changed in the bathroom.

“I have a list of all the important places of my childhood that I need to take you to” She called through the door.

Peter chuckled and shook her head at her antics, but was happy nonetheless to let her drag him all over the Bronx.

“(y/n)! Peter!” Alina called from downstairs, practically screaming up the staircase.

(y/n) dashed out of the bathroom, jeans on and halfway through tugging her shirt down.  Peter tried to hide his blush, knowing it was stupid to blush over her torso being exposed for half a second.  He’d seen (y/n) in a swimsuit, handfuls of times.

But it felt different now.

“Yeah?” (y/n) yelled back when she opened the bedroom door.

“Jon and I are gonna chill out for a bit and watch a movie, wanna make it a double Netflix and Chill date?”

“First of all, gross!”

(y/n) turned to Peter, visibly weighing their options.

“We can stay for a movie and do the tour after,” Peter suggested.  “I don’t mind”

“You’re sure?”

“Of course, we’re here for you to be with your family,” Peter said, and she thanked him as they headed downstairs.  “And this means we get to cuddle now, right?” He added in a quieter voice, making (y/n) giggle nervously.

There were two sofas in front of the tv set, and Alina and Jonathan already occupied one.  His arm was wrapped around her shoulders while they searched for a movie on Netflix.

(y/n) and Peter sat on the other couch, and they were lucky that Alina and Jon were preoccupied, because they were awkward as hell about what to do now.  Calmly, (y/n) sat sideways on the cushion, her back against the armrest as she pulled her legs up, resting them in Peter’s lap.

‘Is this okay?’ She mouthed, and he nodded, wrapping his arm around her back to pull her a little more towards him, thus giving her easy access to lay her head on his shoulder.  He didn’t know what to do with his free hand, and ended up stiffly placing it on her knee.

“How about a horror flick?” Jonathan suggested, earning a chorus of shrugs and sures.  He picked one and the opening title sequence began.

“Do you guys get to be like this at the compound?” Alina asked, gesturing to (y/n) and Peter’s position.

“Not usually,” (y/n) said, and relaxed against Peter’s body, trying to calm her racing heart.  “In the common room anyways, unless it’s late, there’s always someone around”

“What do the others think of you guys dating?”

“They mostly don’t mind,” Peter shrugged.  “We’re about responsible about it as we can be”

“Except for Thor,” (y/n) chimed in, giggling into Peter’s shoulder.  He looked down at her, smiling softly, but was a bit confused by the comment.  “He likes to meddle in my love life just as much as you do Ali”

Alina smirked and turned to watch the movie.

“I had a feeling I’d get along with that guy,” She said.  “The muscles don’t hurt either” She added, making Jon nudge her playfully.

“Does he really?” Peter murmured into her ear, sending a shiver down (y/n’s) spine that didn’t go unnoticed.  Her eyes met his for a moment before darting to the screen.

“Just watch the movie” She hummed.

He figured he’d ask her about it later, just cause he was curious as to what Thor would possibly do to ‘meddle in her lovelife’.  It was common knowledge at the compound that Thor loved juicy gossip, Peter just hadn’t known (y/n) had the gossip that would feed his appetite.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wondering if she’d told the God of Thunder things about Seth, or if there had been other guys.  The idea of it rubbed him the wrong way, so much so he grimaced.  (y/n) hadn’t told him about those sorts of things, nothing juicy other than the few kisses that she’d shared with Seth when they’d been together for that short period of time.

And now Peter’s mind was spiralling down the rabbit hole of what ifs.  What if it had been more than that? More than kissing? What if there had been other guys? (y/n) was the full package of brains and beauty, not to mention she worked with the Avengers, and Peter wasn’t dumb, he knew any guy would be lucky to have her.  He just didn’t want them to have her… that way.

(y/n) could feel Peter go stiff, and her brows drew together as she looked at him in concern.  His jaw was set and eyes trained on the tv, but she could tell he wasn’t paying an ounce of attention to it.

She reached her hand up to his face, fingers skimming his cheek softly and making him look down at her.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked, almost under her breath to avoid getting her sister’s attention.

Peter had to smile at how worried she looked, brows furrowed and eyes concerned as they flickered over his face.

“Nothing,” He brushed it off, taking her hand and pressing his lips to her fingertips, the action making her heart skip a beat and heat rise to her cheeks.  

It was probably the sweetest thing he’d ever done, scratch that, the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done.  

“Just watch the movie” He copied her words back to her, making her roll her eyes affectionately.  Peter tugged her in closer, cradling the back of her head against his shoulder and embracing her comfortably.

If Peter kept holding her like this she would fall asleep in his arms again.

They stayed like this throughout the whole movie, and cuddling with one another had been nothing short of bliss.  Peter was so warm, and (y/n) just wanted to wrap herself around his body and stay there forever.  And in turn, Peter loved the way she’d cling against him, somehow always shuffling a little closer to him.  He knew that jumpscares didn’t bother her one bit, but when something rather gory would happen in the film, her hand would reach for his chest, or his arm or his hand.  Partially just for show.

And halfway into the movie, she’d made the bold move of taking his awkward hand from her knee, and sliding it up to rest on her thigh.  Peter glanced down at her when she’d done so, but she hadn’t even flickered her eyes towards his, still totally focused on watching the movie.  So he tightened his grip just a little bit, and continued watching with her.

By the end of the movie, Alina and Jonathan had put whatever show they’d been three seasons deep into, and (y/n) was too drowsy and cozied up with Peter to want to move.

She shifted in his arms, nose pressing into his collarbone and taking in a deep breath.

“You smell really good” She hummed, and the chuckle Peter let out she could feel against her cheek.

“Thanks babe” He’d responded, and ran his fingers through her hair.

Babe.  (y/n) repeated in her head, and sighed as Peter’s fingers massaged her scalp.  If there was a way to be on sensory overload, but full of warmth and softness, that’s where she’d say she was right now.

Peter kissed her forehead softly, his lips lingered for a moment, and (y/n’s) eyes fluttered shut, mentally crossing her fingers that he’d never pull away.

It wasn’t until halfway through Alina and Jonathan’s episode that Peter spoke up.

“Are you still wanting to give me that tour?” Peter asked her quietly, and realized that she’d shut her eyes while resting against him.

“Hm? Oh,”She yawned and nodded her head.  “Yeah, we should probably get going soon so that we’re back in time for dinner”

She seemed a little dazed as she crawled out of Peter’s lap and excused herself to go get her things.  Normally Peter would’ve followed right after her, but she’d only be a minute.

“You two are too cute,” Alina told him once her sister was out of earshot.  “You’ve got a real chemistry between you”

Peter’s face was pink at the commentary, but he managed a nod of his head.

“Y-yeah I guess we’ve… always been like that” He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s like you’re soulmates” Jon said, and Alina nodded in agreement.

“Right?”

“And I’ve never seen (y/n/n) this happy since she got that letter from Tony Stark saying she’d gotten accepted into the program” Jonathan said, and again, Alina nodded in agreement.

Before Peter could think of what to say, (y/n) came back down the stairs, wearing a jacket and a purse, and holding a pair of shoes in her hands.  She smiled at Peter and squeezed his hand before sitting on the couch to put her shoes on.

“Where are you off to?” Alina asked.

“I’m taking him to all the best places here,” (y/n) said proudly.  “I have a list”

“Please don’t tell me you’re bringing him to the stupid pond-”

“Sh!” (y/n) cut off her sister’s whine.  “No spoilers”

Alina rolled her eyes, but pretended to zip her lips.

“Ready?” (y/n) asked Peter, who nodded and took her hand.  “I can take your car, right?” (y/n) asked Alina, already rushing over to the stand by the front door where everyone’s keys were kept.

“Actually-”

“Thanks Ali!” (y/n) said, snatching the keys and dragging Peter out of the house before her sister could protest. ___

Peter liked The Bronx more than he’d thought he would, but that might’ve been due to (y/n) being there.  She made mundane everyday things way more fun.

She’d taken him to a cheap coffee shop that she claimed she went to every day before school in highschool, and to the public gardens to see the Hudson River.  Now they were driving to the third location, that (y/n) would not disclose.

“Hey, so,” (y/n) turned down the radio to talk to Peter easier.  “How are you feeling about tomorrow?”

“Fine,” Peter shrugged.  “Why?”

“Just curious, I didn’t know if you’d be like… worried or anything”

“Should I be worried?” He asked teasingly, looking over at her with raised brows.  “As long as you don’t catch the bouquet and make me fake marry you too, I think I’ve got nothing to worry about”

She laughed softly at his teasing, and shook her head.

“I was just checking, that’s all” She shrugged.

“I’ve never been to a wedding before” Peter told her, and she gasped quietly.

“Really?”

“Nope,” He shook his head.  “I guess I would’ve gone to Pepper and Tony’s, but they had a private wedding in the Bahamas, so… yeah, I’ve never been to a wedding”

“Well then I’m glad to be the one to bring you to your first” She said sweetly.

Finally, she pulled over to the side of the road.  Peter looked around to see where they’d stopped, but there wasn’t really anything around.

“Uh, (y/n/n)?” He spoke, confused as she parked the car and unbuckled her seatbelt.  “Where are we?”

“The best place in the world” She told him, her eyes lighting up as she reached into the backseat and held up a bag with a full loaf of bread.

Peter went along with it, and followed her out of the car and through a grassy field.

The sun was starting to set, and they didn’t have much time left before they had to go back for dinner, but (y/n) was set on showing Peter her favorite place in The Bronx.

They came across a decent sized pond, where ducks were swimming and waddling around.  (y/n) opened her bag, and as she began to rip up a piece of bread, they seemed to flock to her.  It was like they remembered her, quacking eagerly and their little tails fluttering about.

Peter watched contentedly while (y/n) grinned and talked to the ducks, making sure they were sharing with one another, and every duck that wanted bread got a piece.

“Come here!” (y/n) called to Peter, but he shook his head stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“That’s alright-” He started to tell her that this was her thing, but she just walked over to him stepping over birds to get to him.

“Here,” She thrust a few slices of bread into his hands, and soon enough the group of docks were waddling over to surround the both of them, quacking impatiently for more scraps.  “Just rip it up into a few pieces so it’s easy for them to eat” (y/n) told Peter, and smiling as he got just as excited as she did when the first duck at a piece right out of his hand.

They both continued to feed the ducks, even getting to pet a few that trusted them enough.

“I used to come here all the time, as soon as I got my license I found this place and just… I wanted to stay here forever” (y/n) told Peter while a pretty brown duck was nibbling at her last piece of bread in her hand.

“Your sister doesn’t like this place?” Peter asked, recalling her bored comment from back at the house.

“She wouldn’t know, she’s never been,” (y/n) said dryly.  “The outdoors were never her thing.  Or wildlife really.  But I like ducks, and I like this place,” She pet the brown duck when it had finished the bread, and it quacked before waddling off to socialize with the others.  “You’re the first person to get to be here with me,” She told Peter with a shy smile on her face.  “Congratulations”

“I’m honored,” Peter said, taking her hand and squeezing it.  As he was about to pull away, (y/n) secured her grip and held onto his hand.  “This seems like the calmest place in all of The Bronx” He mused, glancing over the water and the setting sun.

It was almost romantic, being with her here, right now.

“It is,” (y/n) hummed, following his line of sight and enjoying the view.  “Being here reminds me more of home”

Peter cast her a confused look, and she corrected herself.

“Well- the compound” She clarified.

“It’s funny you consider it home,” Peter said.  “Even though right now we’re fifteen minutes from the house you grew up in” (y/n) chuckled nervously and shrugged a shoulder, before pulling her hand out of his and stuffing her fists into her pockets.

“The compound feels more like a home,” She told him.  “I didn’t fit in here, even though my family’s here and I love them, I do, I just… I wasn’t a city girl by any means,” Peter nodded his head, not knowing what else to say.  “A part of me always dreads coming back” She added in a quieter voice.

“What about now?” Peter murmured, and she looked over at him with kind eyes and a warm smile.

“Not so much” She answered.

It was much easier being here with Peter by her side.

___

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[emperor-uncarnate]

My Top 20 Favorite Video Games

(Listed in the order in which I played them)

Pokémon Red Version - Along with my matching red Game Boy Pocket, this was the first video game I owned that was purely mine and not handed down from an older kid. I still go back and replay this every couple of years on that very same Game Boy Pocket or on the 3DS Virtual Console. I know there’s FireRed and a whole series of more modern Pokémon games at my disposal but the original Red Version easily gets the most nostalgia points. Sometimes that’s what it’s all about, no? Banjo-Kazooie - Similarly, the N64 became my first home console that wasn’t a hand-me-down and it came equipped with both bear and bird (complete with “screaming about it on Christmas morning”). After going back and replaying this almost twenty years later I gained new appreciation for how goofy and colorful it is. Treasure Trove Cove is so fucking catchy. Sonic Adventure 2 Battle - From its kickin’ soundtrack to its satisfying controls to its random-ass virtual pet simulator this game has it all. Multiplayer was always pretty exciting too, I remember many an afternoon trying to one-up a friend during a grind race. No 3D Sonic game compares to this if you ask me, although Sonic Heroes and Sonic Unleashed come sort of close in their own ways. What I wouldn’t give for a proper Sonic Adventure 3... Marvel vs. Capcom 2: New Age of Heroes - I remember playing this at my local arcade in my youth before eventually getting a port of it for the Xbox 360. The look of its 2D sprites are phenomenal and - if it will help you understand why I love this game - I’m singing “I Wanna Take You For a Ride” to myself as I type this. Metroid: Zero Mission - This was the first Metroid game I ever actually beat, and it was the game that made me fall in love with the series. I love Metroid Fusion and Metroid: Samus Returns as well but I like Zero Mission’s visual style the most. I was so thrown for a loop when Samus lost her Power Suit towards the end of the game but it only made getting it back that much sweeter.  Metroid Prime 2: Echoes - I started playing this one in 2004 but didn’t officially beat it until way later in 2017. For a while I had a pattern I’d go through every few years of “start playing, enjoy it for a while, get lost, and start over for some reason.” Took me thirteen years to get serious about it but it earned its place as my favorite of the 3D Metroid games. I felt so fulfilled once it was complete, like I was achieving a childhood dream. Kingdom Hearts II - I don’t think I would’ve gotten into this game if not for my friend’s suggestion but I couldn’t thank him enough for it. This is another one of those games you only vaguely understand when you’re a kid only to realize how complex and intuitively designed it is in your adulthood. After the long wait, Kingdom Hearts III proved to be pretty satisfying but I just have too much history with its predecessor for it not to win a spot on this list. Jak 3 - Though my interest in this series burned fast and bright, this game still sticks out to me as one of the best I’ve ever experienced. I played the third installment before Jak and Daxter or Jak 2 but that’s fine because it’s the best goddamn one. Driving around in the desert, swapping out gun modules, and taking flight on some janky wings made of light were definitely the highlights for me. World of Warcraft: Cataclysm - I got into this game during the latter period of Wrath of the Lich King but I didn’t feel like an official WoW player until this fiery, grim expansion. It was the first real online game I’d ever played (if you don’t count Neopets and Adventure Quest) that I started as a Night Elf Warrior in a PVP server and ended as a Worgen Hunter in a non-PVP server. Because fuck the Horde, that’s why. The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim - I got Skyrim on a whim because I literally couldn’t think of anything else I wanted for Christmas in 2011. There was no hype for me, I knew nothing ‘bout no Dragonborns, but I thought “heck it” and dove in anyway. After originally playing it on Xbox 360 and replaying it more recently on PS4 (with a slew of mods) I can say with confidence this game continues to blow me away. I always seem to find something new even though I feel like I know it like the back of my hand. I did get involved in The Elder Scrolls Online later on but Skyrim is still where it’s at. Soul Calibur V - I was first introduced to the tale of souls and swords (eternally retold, of course) through Soul Calibur II and only because you could play as Link on the Gamecube version. Fast-forward to 2012 and I was still on board with its story and cast of characters but its character creation was really what kept me hooked. Soul Calibur VI turned out to be a little disappointing but I definitely got the most out of its fifth installment and I’m guilty of having played for hours and hours on end. Final Fantasy XIV: Heavensward - What began as a free trial because I was bored turned into a years-long interest in yet another MMO. While the base game was okay it really picked up speed with Heavensward and I was hooked from that point onwards. After a certain point I caught myself not skipping cutscenes and discovered - oh hey - the story’s actually really good. Star Wars Battlefront - I loved this game when it came out on PS4 and used it often to get my insatiable Star Wars fix. Aerial combat was my downright favorite part of the game and I loved smoking some TIE Fighters in an X-Wing or in the Millennium Falcon. Its sequel Star Wars Battlefront II could’ve made this list but EA was being a real dirtbag about it and now I find it hard to look back on happy memories of it the same way. The 2015 game is thankfully unsullied by those sour elements, however, so I’d say its gotta be my favorite Star Wars game ever. Overwatch - This game came to me at a time when I only wanted to play games that had character creation. I was hesitant to get to know all the characters and lore but I’m overjoyed I did since they’re so rich in personality and fun details. Once I got the hang of characters like McCree, Soldier, Reinhardt, and Widowmaker I was absolutely sold and I still play it two years later. Sonic Mania - The delightful trailer for this game got me all riled up but I wouldn’t know just how great it was until I was playing it myself. I don’t think I could ever truly enjoy my previous favorite 2D Sonic games (Sonic the Hedgehog 2, Sonic 3 & Knuckles, and Sonic CD) ever again because this game just feels better than all of them combined.  The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild - I didn’t really grow up with the Legend of Zelda, only ever playing A Link to the Past and Twilight Princess, but I immediately knew I was going to enjoy this open world take on the series. Just the sheer freedom of what you could do and where you could go was enough to reel me in and its aesthetic still amazes me with how great of a mood it generates. Final Fantasy VII - I still remember going into a GameStop when I was in high school and naively attempting to buy a used copy of this game for the PS1. It was an “epic fail,” as I would’ve said at the time. But over a decade later I downloaded it on the PS4 and went to town, getting my full FF7 experience at long last and loving every minute of it. Very stoked for the remake; it’s probably my most anticipated game right now. Marvel’s Spider-Man - What a surefire hit this was. From the moment the first gameplay footage was out I knew this was going to be the must-have web-swinging, wall-crawling good time. I love that there are so many ways to play the same character and everyone can really embody their own version of Peter Parker. I’m also from New York City so seeing a digital rendition of Manhattan was a real treat (even though they changed uptown a lot and my old apartment doesn’t exist in the game). Super Smash Bros. Ultimate - Nine of the other nineteen entries in this list feature a character who’s playable in this latest Smash game. I get that people like Melee for reasons and whatever but how can you not like SSBU, the game that has it all? I’m still riding the high of Banjo and Kazooie entering the fray and I absolutely cannot wait to see where things go from here. Never had more fun playing local multiplayer in my life. Red Dead Redemption II - Never cared for Grand Theft Auto and the first Red Dead Redemption was fun but damn, there’s nothing quite like its sequel. I’m still working my way through the story just because I’ve spent so much time out in the wide open world, taking my time and seeing the sights. I might be a city boy but I have a deep appreciation for the American West and if this game ain’t just the prettiest damn thing I ever did see... hoo-WEE! Top shelf.

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[sugarpun-fairy]

DOUBLE DARE - SEAN X OC / WARREN X OC

Word count: 1961

Warnings: just boys being boys and some really bad pick up lines 

Summary: Where the boys dare Sean to confess to his crush, and he proceed to do the same with Warren when he gets the chance.

Requestes: ACTUALLY THIS IS A FUNNY STORY LOL 

A/N: So this is half a request half a gift for my beautiful @imaginesandideas. I’m not sure if it’s good or if it’s fair for all the characters but here it is. Hope y’all like it! The whole thing is separated in four point of views, each is signalized w the initial letter of the character 

-x- 

S

“Sean my boy!” Alex’s voice made me turn around before opening the door to my room. “How you doing ginger? Wanna play a game with us?” asked putting his arm around my shoulders.

“What kind of game Summers?” I asked back cocking an eyebrow. That didn’t sound like a good idea.

“We’re playing truth or dare. Me, Scott, Warren, Peter and you if you want.” he explained.

“And what do I have to do if I don’t finish my dare?” he laughed.

“Something embarrassing.”

“Like your face?” I joked.

“Worse. Like yours!” He laughed again. “Does that mean you’re in?”

“Well I clearly have nothing else to do right now. Guess a little game won’t kill me.” I shrugged.

“Great! The boys are outside let’s go!”

I realized I should’ve heard my guts telling me that it wasn’t a good idea when I saw everyone sitting in a circle with an empty bottle of vodka in the middle.

“Okay since you just got here, you’ll spin the bottle first.” Scott said with a stupid smile, proving how drunk the kid was. I just did what he said and accepted my death sentence when bottle’s neck stopped pointing to Warren.

“I dare you, Sean Cassidy, to go to the person you’re romantically interested and confess using the worst pickup line you know.” Warren declared. I simply stared at him.

“Why are you doing this to me mate?” I asked taking a deep breath. “She’s gonna destroy me before I even finish speaking.”

“Who is she?” Peter snorted totally not believing me.

“One of the Vergara twins.” I confessed. Warren’s facial expression changed completely and one of his wings spread itself in my direction. “Harmony. Not Grace. Calm your feathery ass down I won’t steal your crush bird boy.” I grumbled slapping the feathers away.

The others stared at me in silence. Maybe it was the alcohol or they just had nothing to say. Either way I was fucked.

“Am I supposed to have company while talking to her or y’all plan on waiting the alcohol leave your body before moving?”

“I’ll go with you. Just to prevent your erasing of this planet.” Alex said getting up.

“It’s the least you can do pretty boy.”

Then we went back to the mansion to look for her.

H

“Hey Harmony.” Someone called behind me. I turned to see Sean looking like he was about to faint. “Can I ask you something?” I smiled and nodded.

“Sure. How can I help you?”

He took a deep breath and that caught me off guard. What could be so serious that got the famous Sean Cassidy this nervous?

“Did it hurt when you fell cause you’re only then I see.” He snapped. “Wait, no, that’s…”

“Sean are you okay?” I asked trying to reach his face, red as a fresh tomato. “Are you sure I’m the right twin?”

He almost jumped when I touched him. Then he held my hand and nodded.

“I couldn’t be more sure. You’re the one I was looking for.” He got closer and touched my cheek. I was the one taking a deep breath this time.

“Aren’t you scared that I might erase you from Earth if you piss me off?” I joked.

“I’m more scared of being erased without ever kissing you.” He whispered with a smile.

“Did you had time to rehearse for that?”

“If we have in mind that I’ve been planning on telling you for a couple weeks I guess I could say yes.”

We both laughed and he got closer, putting his hands on the counter behind me. His face got closer and closer and I closed my eyes, cupping his face with both hands. I felt his hands leaving the counter and holding me. His lips felt soft on mine, taking my breath away as he pulled me even closer, hugging me tight.

“For the love of all the gods what is happening here?” My sister’s voice echoed around the kitchen making me almost jump.

“Oh, hey Gracie!” I tried to say when Sean turned to my side, his hands still in my waist. “Did you finish your English homework?”

*

“Babe what do you think if we set up your sister and Warren?” Sean casually said while I tried to organize my desk.

I looked at the ginger boy laying in my bed and bit my lip.

“I hate how this is a good idea.”

“Well Warren was responsible for us being ‘us’ now so it’s only the fair move.” He pointed. “So, are we throwing them inside of a room and locking the door or what?”

“Grace could create a door if we did that. I’ll take care of that later.”

“And when will you take care of me?” he whined throwing a pillow at me.

“When you grow up.”

W

“Hey Angel, my sis asked me to give you this.” Harmony said running to me and handing me a small piece of paper. “But she made me promise I wouldn’t sneak.”

“Oh thanks.” I opened the note with the saying “meet me at the roof after lunch” and closed it again when I saw Harmony trying to read it. “Didn’t she made you promise you wouldn’t sneak?”

“Before giving it to you. Oh, come on Warren! She’s my twin sister! What is so secret that would have her hiding it from me?” Harmony complained trying to jump and get the note from me.

“Like you said, she’s your sister. I won’t stay between the two of you.” I answered putting the note inside my pocket. “But didn’t you hide from her you were dating Cassidy?”

“We weren’t dating yet. She walked on us kissing after you dared him to talk to me with the lamest pickup line he had.” She protested. “Whatever bird brain.” And left.

“Wow.” Sean laughed by my side. “You really de-harmonized her huh?”

“Remind me again how the fuck you got a girlfriend?”

“Well you dared me to use my worst pickup line and now I have my boo. What about you bird boy?” he snapped pinching my cheek. “What does the note say?”

“It says to meet her at the roof after lunch.”

“So that mean bird boy got a date? I like the sound of that,” Alex said approaching us.

“You know what other sound I like? The sound of me daring bird boy to confess his feelings for miss Grace.” Sean recalled crossing his arms against his chest. “Using his worst pickup line.”

“How long did you wait for that?” Alex laughed loud.

“Well it’s not as if he doesn’t have a choice. I mean he can do it or he can do something embarrassing…”

“I got it.” I growled at Sean. “I got it.”

“Don’t worry I heard she has a huge crush on you too.” Alex tried to comfort me. “Just be sober when you do it. Or it’ll be a huge disaster.”

I sighed. They were right. And Sean was having the time of his life by getting his revenge.

*

“Heard you were looking for me?” I said walking closer to her.

“Hey War.” Grace said with a smile. “My sis said you had something to tell me and wanted to meet me here.”

“Funny story. Harmony said that you had given her a totally secret note to give me.” It wasn’t hard to connect the dots. Harmony and Sean had set up for us. I took a deep breath. “But yeah I did want to tell you something.”

“Oh no did Harmony told you about me?” she asked hiding her face with both hands.

“What do you mean?”

“About my crush on you?” she whispered shyly. “Oh, my gods I should have waited what you wanted to say.”

“It was about it! Kinda. I mean… I have a crush on you too. Had for a while. A long time.” I confessed. “You’re such a great fighter and so smart and sweet! And… sorry but I have to say this: you remind me of an overdue library book, because you got fine written all over you.”

Her face turned totally red and she coughed for a whole minute before answering.

“Well… that was… I guess… In case you’re busy or not today would there be any way to add me to your to-do list?” she said with a laugh.

“Oh, honey you only need to say it and my whole agenda is yours.” I declared. “So, you’re free tonight?”

“I am. Are you?”

“Not anymore. Meet me at eight for the best night of your life.”

“It’ll be my pleasure.” She said blowing me a kiss and leaving back to the mansion.

G

“You set up for me!” I yelled at my sister. She didn’t even flinch.

“Would do the exact same thing if needed.” She said without taking eyes of her book. “Do you have a date or got a kiss at least?”

“A date. Tonight. He said to be prepared for the best night of my life.”

My sister finally put her book down and looked at me.

“This sounds like a fashion emergency.”

“Is that your focus? I mean are you totally forgetting you and your boyfriend set up for me and Warren?” I questioned her. She just shrugged. “Harmony!”

“He like you and you like him but both of you weren’t getting nowhere!”

“And you just figured that it would be better if you set up for us?”

“Sean wanted some revenge too.” She admitted. “Can we focus on your date now?”

“What do you have in mind?” I asked crossing my arms.

“Sean is trying to figure out where he’s planning on taking you tonight.”

“Your answer is a double date?”

“Calm down Grace, oh my gods!” Harmony complained. “Let’s just focus on finding something to wear.”

“How are you the smartest twin?” I grumbled.

“And prettiest I might have to add.” She laughed.

“We’re identical!”

*

We spent the whole afternoon trying to find something for me to wear. Something classy but cute, not too extra but it was kinda hard since we had no idea where he was planning to take me. Luckily my mutation would allow me to change if needed. So, we agreed on jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt along with denim jacket.

“You look awesome sis. Go get your boy.” Harmony said before pushing me off her bedroom.

I met him downstairs as there wouldn’t be a place in the world I wouldn’t recognize that pair of wings and he simply looked… angelic. Except for the leather jacket and ripped jeans. He looked like a dark angel.  

He stretched his hand to reach mine and kissed the back of it with a smile.

“Are you ready princess?” he asked when we left the mansion.

“I was born ready angel.”

He hugged me tight before his wings stretched completely and raised us in the dark blue sky. He kissed me while the wind ruffled in our hair and I couldn’t know if the shivers I felt were because of the cold night air or the kiss.

Then I had an idea.

“Let me go.” I whispered. He widened his eyes in shock. “Trust me. Let me go.”

He hesitated but did as I asked. And I started falling.

I could feel the red cloud growing around me and the puncturing felling in my back when a pair of feathery wings, just like his, grew before it was too late. He met me halfway back up.

“Wow.” Was the only thing he said.

“Ready for the most memorable night of your life?” I said with a smirk, stretching my own wings.

“I was born ready angel.” He quoted me with a smile.

-x-

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[numbah34]

Heart’s Desire- 3

Author’s note: Wow, I’m so glad there’s been interest in this story! I am loving reading the occasional comments and tags. I originally set myself a goal of posting the whole thing before season 7 came out, but that was apparently a little ambitious. On the plus side, the entire story is now outlined! And, since it’s not really all that reliant on what happens in canon, I don’t have any worries about not finishing it. So, provided I survive the hurricane of adrenaline and emotions we are all expecting from season 7′s release, you can *probably* look for the next chapter some time next week! Thanks for reading! ^_^

Other chapters: Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch4

Chapter 3

“…How could you possibly know?”

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Pidge and Lance both gasped as they saw the princess topple over the side of the boat. As she hit the water, Lance reacted, diving under the waves and swimming as fast as he could toward her sinking body.

Pidge was right behind him. “It doesn’t look like she’s trying to swim; the impact must have knocked her unconscious! We have to hurry, humans can’t breathe underwater!”

Lance drove himself ever faster. Reaching Allura, he scooped her up and made for the surface. The rapid change of direction pushed something out of Allura’s loosened grip. Lance glimpsed the rapidly sinking object; the princess’ sword! Remembering her joy at receiving the sword for her birthday, he knew they couldn't let it become lost at sea.

“Pidge!" he exclaimed, “The sword!”

Without hesitation, Pidge took off after the sinking sword, while Lance continued to swim upward. Moments later, he broke through the surface. He caught sight of the shoreline and began swimming toward it, careful to keep the princess’ head above the water. He felt her torso contract just before she let out a loud series of coughs, and then went slack in his arms again.

Coming up to the shore, Lance carefully laid Allura face up on the sand. As he took a minute to consider how he was going to move her further out of the surf, he was rejoined by Pidge, scabbard strap hanging from her mouth. She inched her way up onto the dryer part of the sand and dropped the sword. “Ugh.” She worked her jaw for a moment. “That was heavier than I was expecting.”

She made her way back to Lance, who had managed to wriggle his way further onto the shore. Together, they slowly pulled Allura’s unconscious form onto the beach.

Pidge assured Lance that Allura was, in fact, breathing. They took a moment to rest and catch their own breath. Lance gazed at the princess’ face, mesmerized. He had never seen anyone quite like her. Long lashes framed her closed eyes as she slept. Eyes that, from his vantage point on the ship, had been a curious shade of blue that he found difficult to describe; almost like they couldn’t decide between blue and violet and took it in turns to shift color in the lights. Her slender face held an expression of contented peace. Lance reached his hand to gently brush granules of sand from her cheeks, and move wisps of her silky, white hair from her face. She let out a quiet sigh at the contact.

“She’s… so beautiful,” he whispered. “I think she might be the prettiest human I’ve ever seen.”

“To be fair, you haven’t seen that many humans…” Pidge muttered. Her brows knit together as she felt an odd sensation forming in the pit of her stomach; an almost… hollow… feeling. She idly wondered if she needed to eat something. “Hey, are you hungry?”

“Yeah…” Lance replied quietly.

“Should we go find something to eat?”

“Yeah… in a moment, Pidge.” Lance answered, almost dreamily. “I think I might sit with her for a while longer, make sure she’s okay.”

“Well, okay,” said Pidge. The weird feeling in her stomach twisted ever-so-slightly. “I think I’m going to see what I can find.”

“Alright.” Lance responded, still not taking his eyes off the sleeping princess.

Pidge scooted herself back to the shoreline, then cast one more glance toward her oblivious friend before diving into the water.

A short while later, Pidge returned to the beach, finding Lance in the same spot she had left him. She had felt a little better after a few fish, and thought she should come back to check on him. She made her way over to him.

“Hey! Hyanssh!” she nudged his arm. Lance jumped a little in surprise, then grinned and held his hand out. Pidge deposited the fish she had caught for him into his outstretched palm. “Thought you might still be hungry.” She smiled back at him.

“Aw, thanks, Pidge!” he said gratefully. “I guess I must have lost track of time. Thanks for bringing me dinner!”

She snorted. “Dinner? I think you mean breakfast.” She gestured eastward with a flipper, where a sliver of a sunrise could be seen coloring the waves.

Lance looked shocked. “Have we really been out all night?!”

“Yes, and I think it might be a good idea to head back to deeper water. The princess will be safe enough in the daylight, and there are sure to be people searching for her. If a ‘mysterious-golden-seal’ and a ‘merman-who-is-not-supposed-to-be’ want to keep their existence secret, then we need to go before the search party finds us, as well.”

Pidge had no sooner uttered these words than her ears perked to the sound of someone shouting “Allura!”

She and Lance looked at each other in alarm, and then quickly headed for the water’s edge. As they dove beneath the waves, Lance couldn’t resist one more look. He peeked out of the sea, watching their recently decamped spot. Allura was beginning to stir as the person shouting drew closer.

Lance saw the knight from the ship- Keith?- come into sight. He noticed Allura and his quick steps turned into a run.

“Allura!” Keith exclaimed, dropping to his knees in the sand next to her. He carefully lifted her head and cradled her in his arms. “You’re alive…”

“Keith,” Allura softly responded, now fully awake. “You found me…” She put a hand to her head. “I think I’ve just had the strangest dream.”

Before Lance could observe any more, he felt a tugging on his fin. He ducked back under the water to find Pidge pulling on his tail.

She glared at him. “You’ve got to be careful! Just because they haven’t noticed a face watching them from the waves doesn’t mean they won’t!” She turned and began swimming away.

Lance cast one more longing glance in the direction of the coast, then turned to follow. “Pidge, come on. You know I’m always careful!” He caught up with her and smiled as she rolled her eyes.

Later that day, Lance sat up in his bed, stretching. Shortly after arriving back at the submerged city, he and Pidge had parted ways to get some rest; she swam back to her little home on a beach nearby, and he had gone back to his room in the palace residences.

Upon completion of the castle hundreds of years ago, it had been the belief of the kings and queens of the merpeople that they should take care of their community; the palace and its many rooms were far too many for just the royal family, so they had invited the citizens to live there as well. The royal family stayed in their own wing close to the center of the palace, while the common merfolk, such as Lance, had their own rooms in the general residence wings. Everyone was expected to work together to keep their home in good condition, and the merpeople generally followed this rule without exception.

Lance was grateful to have his own room, though he did find himself occasionally lonely. When he was younger, his family had been part of an official exploration team. Lance had not yet been old enough to join them on their missions, but he always looked forward to hearing their stories of what they had seen and found when they returned. Queen Luxia, the current ruler of the merpeople and a good friend of his parents’, would often watch after him while they were gone.

It was on one such mission many years previous that his family had disappeared without a trace. Many speculations were tossed about as to what could have happened to them and the rest of their team, but no evidence was ever found. The queen, fearing what this might mean, had become even more cautious in the years since.

Lance felt like the queen was a bit too cautious at times, especially regarding him. As he had been in her care at the time of his family’s disappearance, he had all but become a ward of the queen, who felt responsible for continuing to take care of her friends’ son. Even now, when he was no longer a minor, he felt like she continued to be overprotective of him.

This was why he was not really surprised to find Plaxum, one of the queen’s attendants, knocking on his door. Her face bore a slight worried expression.

“Oh, hey, Plaxum,” said Lance. “What’s going on?” He did his best to keep his own expression neutral, as though he had not been part of a daring rescue of a human princess who had fallen off a ship he wasn’t even supposed to get close to only the previous night. He put on his best nonchalant smile.

“Hello, Lance,” Plaxum said. She returned his smile, looking somewhat apologetic. “The queen noticed you weren’t at dinner last night…”

“Oh! Yeah, I was hanging out with Pidge and just… uh… lost track of time?” he shrugged in what he hoped was a convincing way.

Plaxum raised her eyebrows. “Hmm… I’m not sure I would mention that part to her. You know how she feels about the surface world.”

Lance rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know, but seals barely spend time on land anyway, I don’t see what her problem is with… wait.” He raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean, ‘mention that part to her’?”

“Oh! Yes! That’s the whole reason I’m here. Queen Luxia has called you for an audience with her.”

“Oh… um… sure, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“I will let her know!” Lance shut his door as Plaxum swam away. He frowned. Why would the queen want to see him so urgently that she sent an attendant to fetch him? This was definitely not the first time he had missed a meal at the palace. Or come back home later than usual, for that matter. What was so important?

He quickly took a moment to compose himself and come up with an alibi, then left for the throne room. Plaxum was right about one thing. The queen would not be pleased if she knew what he had really been up to the previous evening.

Lance soon found himself in the throne room, floating in front of Queen Luxia. She regarded him kindly, with concern in her eyes.

“Lance, we missed you at dinner last night.” she stated.

“So I heard,” he replied, nodding towards Plaxum.

The queen continued. “I wondered where you might have been instead. Perhaps you can enlighten me?” She looked at him expectantly.

Lance blinked. “I was just spending time with… a friend. We lost track of time. That’s all.”

“Ah.” said the queen. Her expression had turned cool, and perhaps a little disappointed? “Spending time with a friend. What friend had you so preoccupied?”

“Um.” Lance didn’t see any way around this. All the usual merfolk he might have named would have surely been at the palace. “I was with… Pidge.”

“The seal with the strange-colored fur.” It was a statement more than a question.

“Yes, that’s her,” he replied. Of all the truths that he could share from last night, this one would surely get him in the least amount of trouble. He was fairly sure most everyone knew of their friendship. “I don’t really see what the big deal is, either. So she spends a little bit of her time every day on land, so what? She’s my friend.”

“The big deal, Lance, is that you’re lying to me.”

“What? No, I’m not! She is my-”

“Not about the seal, although she may well be part of the problem.” Queen Luxia gave him a hard look. “You’re not telling me the whole truth about where you were last night.”

Lance gulped. All he could do was stare back at the queen. What did she know? And how did she know?

She sighed. “Lance, I know about the boat.”

He looked at her with wide eyes. “Um… which boat?”

“Which-? Was there more than one?” she demanded. “No, actually, that’s not important right now. Lance, you could have been seen.”

Oh. Not the shipwrecked boat, then. “There might have been a ship out on the water… but it was so dark, there’s no way they would have noticed us!”

“That is not what I was told, Lance.” She gave him a pointed look. “A swordfish spotted you and your seal friend swimming right next to the boat. You know my rule about boats, Lance. And you know my rule about humans.”

Curse those nosy swordfish! “But-! We didn’t-!”

“Tell me about the storm.” She folded her hands in her lap and simply looked at him, waiting for an answer.

Lance knew it was over. There was no getting around the truth; it was best to just come clean. He took a deep breath, and then told the queen the whole story; the shipwreck, the shark, getting Pidge to the surface so she could breathe, noticing the fireworks, swimming for a closer look…

Queen Luxia listened patiently, and waited for him to finish his tale before she said anything. Her eyes widened almost imperceptibly when he got to the part about saving the princess, though.

“…and then we watched over the princess until sunrise. And then we came back.” he finished.

Her voice was quiet when she responded. “Lance, you have a good heart. It speaks very well of your character that you wanted to help.” She paused, and looked him right in the eye. “But even so, it would have been better if you had let well enough alone.”

“She would have drowned!” Lance exclaimed, horrified at the queen’s statement. “She would be dead if I hadn’t done anything! How would that be better?!”

“Our people have remained secret for so long that our existence has passed into the realm of myth and legend. We are far safer if no one knows we exist. If she had awoken for a moment and discovered an actual merman-”

“But she didn’t! And, even if she did, she wouldn’t have tried to hurt me! She’s… she’s just different!” he cut the queen off, and continued, softer. “She’s kind… she’s brave… she’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. And I think I might be… in love with her.”

Queen Luxia’s expression became stony. “You do not even know her. You’ve never spoken to her. You have a silly infatuation at best, based off a few hours of observation.”

“But I could-”

“No.” She cut him off. “You are forbidden from visiting or even going near the surface again. It has become painfully obvious that, at least right now, I cannot trust your judgment.” She silenced his angry exclamation. “Additionally, since you seem to also exhibit poor judgment around your seal friend, I think you need to disassociate from her.” Noting Lance’s expression suddenly changing from angry to crestfallen, she softened her tone. “At least for a while.”

Lance floated silently in his spot, unsure of what to say, or if there was indeed anything he could say that might change the queen’s mind. Queen Luxia, deciding herself that their conversation was at an end, dismissed him.

Lance swam quickly from the throne room. He left the palace, unsure of exactly where he was heading, but just needing to get away. He felt tears stinging at the backs of his eyes as feelings of anger, frustration, and despair clung to him. This was not the first time Lance had been summoned for an audience with the queen; as his daily adventures were often viewed as foolhardy or dangerous, he found himself frequently conversing with her about his activities. In all those other conversations, however, he had never seen her this irate. And he had never received a punishment such as this!

Never going to the surface, or even near the surface; never getting a chance to see the princess again; never getting to learn more about her; and… Pidge… His heart sank at the thought of not being with his friend.

Lance was pulled out of his thoughts by catching a glimpse of colorful sea plants in his periphery. So distracted was he, he had not noticed how far he had swum. Stopping, he took a moment to look around and get his bearings. He found himself in a small clearing surrounded by tall vegetation. Rocks of different sizes littered the sandy floor, and smaller anemones and other plants in vibrant hues ringed the misshapen circle.

The garden.

Lance had been here before; this spot was actually a favorite of his and Pidge’s, not too far from the entrance of the garden, and not so deep in that they could get lost, or run into anything… unexpected. He felt a little uneasy being here by himself, but in his current mood, he didn’t really care. He sat down on one of the larger rocks, planted his hands behind him, and turned his face upward.

He was going to have to tell Pidge. The thought made him ache; she was his closest friend. He had other friends, sure, but no one else seemed to understand him the way she did. Who would he make laugh with his terrible jokes? Who would patiently entertain and try to answer even his wildest questions? Who would go with him on adventures? Assuming he ever got to go on another adventure again…

This latest one had been nothing short of amazing. To not only see a working ship, but also people! Real people! And the princess… He sighed as he turned over and laid on his stomach, resting his chin on his crossed arms.

Allura… He wondered to himself how she was doing. He was glad he had seen one of her guards find her. How he wished he could have been the one to wake her up and return her to the palace. He swished his tail discontentedly and thought how his lack of legs was really cramping his continued heroism. What would have happened if he had been the one she had awoken to on that beach…? Would it really be too much to believe that a princess could fall in love with him?

He closed his eyes. “I wish I could see the princess again…” he murmured.

“Is that what your heart truly desires?”

#vld fanfiction #plance #pidgance #flirtyrobot #little mermaid AU #kallura #OHMYGOODNESS I actually posted content! #WOW this was a long one #still can't believe my word count #also another little cliffhanger? #hoo boy