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gingiesworld · 4 months

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We’re Family

BlackHill x (17) GN! Reader/ (17) Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst. Fluff

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18+ MINORS DNI

Ever since Y/N was found two years ago at a Hydra facility in Russia, the team had brought them back to the compound. The twins, although the same age bonded with them, made them feel at ease. Pietro was more of a whirlwind and overly energetic but Y/N found themselves attached to Wanda, but they also kept their distance. Afraid that this was all some dream their mind had concocted.

The nightmares were the worst, memories of the torture and pain they had endured during their time at Hydra. Nat and Maria both found themselves spending most nights beside them, comforting them until they were able to fall asleep again.

“Is this real?” They asked one night as they woke up screaming, alerting the two women. “Being here? Being safe? Is it real?” Natasha’s heart broke as she saw the pain and uncertainty in their eyes.

“This is real.” Maria told them, taking their hand in hers as Nat held them close. “You being here and being safe is all real.”

“I promise you will never feel alone again.” Natasha told them softly. “You will always have a family here.”

“So, you guys don’t want to just use me for my powers?” They asked them barely above a whisper.

“No.” Natasha shook her head. “We want to keep you safe, give you the choice of what you want your future to be.”

“The twins have the same choice.” Maria informed them. “Wanda told me that she wants to become a doctor. She wants to help people and not by using her powers.”

“Well, Pietro wants to join the Avengers.” Nat laughed as the other two chuckled. “But you have that choice and all of us here will help you, whatever you decide. After all, we are family.”

The next few days, Y/N remained studying with Wanda, all three of them being homeschooled while they learned how to control their powers. Wanda was also helping them decide what colleges or career paths they wanted to take.

“I don’t know.” They groaned as Wanda smiled at them. “It’s hard to just decide.”

“What is something that brings you peace?” Wanda asked them as they smiled tenderly at the witch.

“Being around you.” They answered her honestly, smiling as a blush formed on Wanda’s cheeks. “But, I do like the idea of helping people.”

“Then, there is public services, the medical field and the Avengers.” Wanda told them.

“Maybe I should be an Avenger.” They leaned back in their chair. “Besides, someone has to look out for your brother.”

“That is true.” She chuckled as she gazed into their eyes. This past year she had seen them in a different light to usual, she found herself admiring them from afar. The gray of their irises has become her favourite colour. She has also taken note of the small scars on their neck, their freckles that dotted their face, the way their eyes shine when they smile.

“Are you ok Wanda?” They asked her as she shook her head with a smile.

“Yes.” She answered them as she closed her books. “I just. I have to go.” She disappeared as fast as Pietro entered the room, a smirk on his face.

“My sister likes you.” He told them as he took Wanda’s seat.

“No.” They shook their head as Pietro nodded.

“She is my sister and I have known her forever.” He told them. “She really likes you Y/N.”

“Why?” They asked him as he shrugged.

“Beats me too.” He teased them. “But I can see that you like her too.” He stood up and patted their shoulder. “Talk to her.” Was all he said before running out of the room, leaving Y/N to walk towards Wanda’s door. Knocking quickly before they chickened out.

“Y/N?” She questioned as Y/N nodded.

“Hi.” They spoke nervously. “May I?” They gestured inside her room.

“Sure.” She opened her door wider for them to enter. “What’s up?” She asked them as she nervously played with her sleeves.

“I like you?” They spoke unsurely. “Well, I haven’t really had anyone talk to me about this sort of thing. I don’t remember my parents and well, the only parental figures I have here are Nat and Maria.” Wanda smiled as they rambled. “But I’ve seen descriptions of how one feels when they like someone more than just a friend.”

“Do you have this weird feeling in your stomach?” Wanda asked boldly as she stepped closer to them, they answered her with a nod, their eyes watching her every move. “Do you feel happy and elated whenever you’re around me?”

“I do, and I feel safe and comfortable, like I’m not afraid to be who I am with you.” They spoke shakily as Wanda now stood before them, her hand ghosting over their cheek as she gazed into their eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” She whispered as they just nodded, leaning in with trembling lips as they shared their first kiss, Wanda’s soft hands cupping their face as they wrapped their arms around her.

“Wow.” They whispered when the two pulled apart.

“Yeah.” Wanda smiled as she pecked their lips once more.

“Can I take you out?” They asked her. “On a date?”

“I would love that.” She answered as she dragged them to join her on the bed as they watched her favourite show. Relishing in the new found love between the two of them.

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neil-gaiman · 1 year

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Hi Neil! We were talking about Puck of Pook's Hill in one of my seminars, and we were wondering if your Puck in The Sandman was inspired by that book?

Yes and no. Puck of Pook's Hill is hugely influential on me and the way I think about the land and Sussex, and I'm sure it was an influence on Sandman #19.

But my wild Puck is closer to the Robin Goodfellow of the ballad:

From Oberon, in fairy land, The king of ghosts and shadows there, Mad Robin I, at his command, Am sent to view the night-sports here. What revel rout Is kept about, In every corner where I go, I will o'ersee, And merry be, And make good sport, with ho, ho, ho

More swift than lightning can I fly About this airy welkin soon, And, in a minute's space, descry Each thing that's done below the moon. There's not a hag Or ghost shall wag, Or cry, 'ware goblins! where I go; But Robin I Their feats will spy, And send them home with ho, ho, ho!

Whene'er such wanderers I meet, As from their night-sports they trudge home, With counterfeiting voice I greet, And call them on with me to roam: Through woods, through lakes; Through bogs, through brakes; Or else, unseen, with them I go, All in the nick, To play some trick, And frolic it, with ho, ho, ho!

Sometimes I meet them like a man, Sometimes an ox, sometimes a hound; And to a horse I turn me can, To trip and trot about them round. But if to ride My back they stride, More swift than wind away I go, O'er hedge and lands, Through pools and ponds, I hurry, laughing, ho, ho, ho!

When lads and lasses merry be, With possets and with junkets fine; Unseen of all the company, I eat their cakes and sip their wine! And, to make sport, I puff and snort: And out the candles I do blow: The maids I kiss, They shriek—Who's this? I answer nought but ho, ho, ho!

Yet now and then, the maids to please, At midnight I card up their wool; And, while they sleep and take their ease, With wheel to threads their flax I pull. I grind at mill Their malt up still; I dress their hemp; I spin their tow; If any wake, And would me take, I wend me, laughing, ho, ho, ho!

When any need to borrow aught, We lend them what they do require: And, for the use demand we nought; Our own is all we do desire. If to repay They do delay, Abroad amongst them then I go, And night by night, I them affright, With pinchings, dreams, and ho, ho, ho!

When lazy queans have nought to do, But study how to cog and lie: To make debate and mischief too, 'Twixt one another secretly: I mark their gloze, And it disclose To them whom they have wronged so: When I have done, I get me gone, And leave them scolding, ho, ho, ho!

When men do traps and engines set In loop-holes, where the vermin creep, Who from their folds and houses get Their ducks and geese, and lambs and sheep; I spy the gin, And enter in, And seem a vermin taken so; But when they there Approach me near, I leap out laughing, ho, ho, ho!

By wells and rills, in meadows green, We nightly dance our heyday guise; And to our fairy king and queen, We chant our moonlight minstrelsies. When larks 'gin sing, Away we fling; And babes new born steal as we go; And elf in bed We leave in stead, And wend us laughing, ho, ho, ho!

From hag-bred Merlin's time, have I Thus nightly revelled to and fro; And for my pranks men call me by The name of Robin Good-fellow. Fiends, ghosts, and sprites, Who haunt the nights, The hags and goblins do me know; And beldames old My feats have told, So vale, vale; ho, ho, ho!

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idcbabyialreadylostmymind · 1 year

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Hi this is my first time making a request so I’m a little nervous but could you make a Jake + Neytiri + female ox where they tell her they want her to be their mate also please include smut

Gift from Eywa

Pairing- Jake x reader x Neytiri

Summary- Neytiri and Jake take you out to the tree of souls to tell you something they have felt for a while.

Warnings- threesome, kissing, eating out, p in v, a lil overstimulation, lmk if I missed something

It was no secret that Neytiri and Jake felt a pull towards you like Eywa herself made you just for them. Neytiri said that you are a gift from Eywa, another mate. And Jake had no idea what that meant but it was true that he wanted to mate with you, and Neytiri to make both of you his. And as much as he wanted it Neytiri wanted it even more. But little did they know you felt this as well, but never wanted to except it not wanting to ruin the perfect mates. So when Neytiri invited you to the Tree of Souls why would you decline.

You stepped all the way on the Tree with a little help from Jake. After a while you decided to speak due to the awkward silence between you three and their staring. "It is quite beautiful especially at night." You say turning your back at the two as you reach out to touch a fluorescent leave that poked out. Pulling the two from their thoughts with your sweet voice Jake spoke.

"Yes it is quite," he goes to say as he looks you up and down. "Beautiful." He finishes. "Y/N we have asked you here to tell you something." Neytiri says bluntly wanting to get this done in case you reject them.

Turning around swiftly to look at the couple they stare into your soul making you avert your eyes. Looking up at them there gaze had not changed, "What is it you wish to tell me." You ask flickering your eyes between the two imitated by the look they had on their faces.

Both stepped closer in sync as if on cue. Now they were closer than ever, feeling the heat raiding off of them, body becoming hotter than before and checks glowing a little bit more. Neytiri lifts your chin making you look at them directly. "We feel this pull toward you and we care deeply for you." Jake starts, "And we would like to know if you would want to be our mate?" Neytiri finished. Giving you a few minutes to adjust to the things you were just told.

You felt a little bit dumbfounded, but happy at the same time. The two had a serious look on their face but soon turned confused as they see you crack a smile. Throwing your arms around the two making their body stiffen. "I feel the same the exact same." You say to them and with that their body's relax and embrace you.

Pulling from the hug there was something different in their eyes, pupils blown more than usual something primal. Neytiri captured your lips with your hands gripping your hips. Jake reached down to your neck finding your sweet spot kissing and sucking on it. Knees buckled from the sudden outburst from the two. Neytiri pulled from the kiss.

You opened your eyes seeing Neytiri sweet smile on her face, and Jake devilish smirk as usual. "Ma Y/N we are ready if you are." Neytiri announced.

Not giving a second thought to it you spoke, "Yes." Coming out more as a whimper than words. The two looked at you at your body it was obvious you were needy, for them.

You three sat on the mossy ground beneath you Neytiri grabs hers and Jake's que you pull yours she slowly connects hers and Jake's. You watch as the males eyes flutter a little. Neytiri pulled yours closer. All paying attention to this, the big moment where you become theirs. Your que reaches them nerves stretching to meet them. Breath hitching at this new feeling. Sure you have connected with the Tree of Souls but this, this was different, intimate.

Neytiri guided you onto your back, shifting herself between your legs spreading them for her. She kisses you gently before going down, kissing you wherever she could, your jaw, your neck, your breast, your stomach, and she reached where you needed her the most. She pressed her fingers onto your gentle skin guiding them to the sides of your loincloth undoing the ties before pulling it off.

She holds it up smiling at the dam place that your arousal that had made. "Look how excited she is Ma Jake." She says to the male who had watched the whole thing. Turning your head from the pair in embarrassment. Jake grabs your chin, "Watch." He instructs nodding your head you watch as the woman dives between your thighs and attaching her mouth to your oh so needy cunt.

Mouth forming an 'O' from this new sensation moans and curses fall from your mouth, your eyes never left Neytiri as she ate you out as if you were her last meal. Jake watched this growing harder by the minute and soon Neytiri wiggled her hips inviting Jake in. He crawled behind the woman and pulled her loin cloth off before dragging his finger over her cunt making her moan onto your clit, sending vibrations through out you.

He guided his dick to Neytiri's entrance before slamming into her making her pull her mouth from you and whine, "Easy girl." He said running her ass before she brought her thumb to your puffy clit and rubbing it as she brings her tongue down and began fucking your entrance, her tongue was longer than you expected. You watched as Jake fucked Neytiri he spat out a few groans, hands gripping onto her his and his eyes glued to you.

It wasn't long till you came, they watched as your muscles in your lower abdomen tightened, the way you grabbed at the ground as if you tried to hold back from pulling her hair, the way you teeth clenched from the overwhelming sense of pleasure overtaking your body. But even with that she didn't let up, she continued to suck and rub on your clit. Trying to pull away but her deathlike grip held you in place, your thighs quivered from the feeling of pain and pleasure.

"It's to m-much." You cry out tears coming out of your eyes it wasn't long until you came a second time. "It's okay you can't take it, come on cum for her." Jake said before he took one more hard thrust into Neytiri making her cry out and onto you. Neytiri pulled from you and you watched her as she came on Jake's dick, eyes rolling in the back of her head, nails digging into your skin, Jake's name on her tongue. After a while Jake came humping Neytiri as he settles down.

He pulls out of her, laying on the ground next to you Neytiri seemed like the only one with enough energy to disconnect your ques. Then she laid next to you opposite side from Jake. "Our gift from Eywa." Was all she said before they kissed each side of your head.

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bronx-bomber87 · 4 months

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Happy Wednesday Fandom :) More of that pining/slow burn in this one. I saw a post that said ‘The greatest things take the longest time.’ That is Chenford in a nutshell. The buildup and reward are so good. This one is fantastic for so many reasons. Also we get rid of the dead weight that is Ashley in this one. The symbolism in this one is very poignant. So let’s get going.

5x05 The Fugitive

A foot chase starts our ship off in this one. Tim takes down one of the suspects with an impressive takedown. Sexy af until he injures himself. Lucy pulls up and is on it immediately for him. Tim is clearly in pain and Lucy is instantly worried. Asking if he’s ok? Tim being Tim brushes it off. Saying it was just the take down. He tweaked his back is all. Then grimaces some more. Activating worried wifey mode to the max. You no longer have a choice in this now Timothy. She has decided you are going to the hospital and that is that sir. This is not up for debate. At all. Weird place or not you are her person and she will make sure you are taken care of. That’s instinctual.

This next scene is the epitome of stubborn husband and exasperated wife. Tim comes gimping into the hospital. Lucy is hot on his trail worry pouring out of her. Nolan starts to update Tim on the fugitive loose in the hospital. Lucy cuts John off and says he’s not there as a supervisor. Damn girl you just take the lead for your man.

Idk what’s more telling to those around them. That Lucy is in wifey mode taking over for Tim. Or That Tim starts to fight her then gives in. Either way acting married af right now. Or as I saw in some tags we could call this scene ‘Where wives don’t believe their husbands.’ LOL From the minute he started hurting worried wife was activated.

She is not giving up till you are seen Tim. She is so exasperated with him when he says ‘Ok I’m not fine.’ Like yeah it’s what I’ve been telling you this entire time you stubborn ox of a man haha She's so gentle in helping him sit in that second gif though. Mad he won't listen but soft when he needs her. Mixture of extremely worried and infuriated with him.

Lucy is doing her search for the fugitive when she runs into Tim’s room. Awkward central. She wasn’t expecting Ashley. haha Tells them she's just looking for bad guys...Tim doesn’t let her leave yet asking how the search is going? Asking If Nolan is leaving a cop on every floor? Lucy��s incredulous look and sass reply are the best. ‘Yes we’ve been cops for more than ten seconds.’ Lucy stays long enough to be present for the doctor. He explains it's an old injury flaring up.

It's from when he was shot few years back. Ashley's reaction to a bullet makes me roll my eyes. He’s a cop those tend to be apart of the deal….The doctor telling him the injury from a few years ago is a problem now. There was a fragment that was too complicated to move at the time. So they left it there. Tim tries to relax Ashley and say he was ‘Just shot’ not a big deal. Trying to downplay it. Lucy bragging she saved his life on day one. It was a big deal heh I mean it really was... His hot shot in action saved his life.

Tim ignores her comment and let's the doctor finish. He says the fragment has traveled and is now closer to his spinal column. It’s pressing on a nerve now. So they need to do surgery to remove it. Tim says 'Ok…when?' Wifey jumps in not Ashley and asks ‘Hold on, what are the risks?’ The doctor must’ve thought Ashley was Tim’s sister and Lucy was the spouse at this point. He has to. The way Lucy is acting is that of a worried wife. Asking questions and not just sitting there as the doctor speaks.

The doctor answers Lucy’s question by saying ‘They’re talking about the spine so it’s risky..’ The silent communication above oh my word. He doesn’t look to Ashley for comfort when the doc says this. No no. He looks to his person for it. The way he flits his eyes over to her. The writing was on the wall for Ashley in this one in so many ways. Let’s not forget his GF is standing right next to him as he does this.

Literally right there as they have this mini silent convo with his soulmate. How this woman wasn’t consistently threatened by Lucy I’ll never understand. When his panic and worry start to pile up who does he look to? His girl. Such a short moment with so much meaning attached to it. They’ve been each other’s safe place and harbor for a long time.

So naturally he would look to Lucy not his GF in this moment. Ashley is so far past her expiration date at this point she's starting to smell. Gah their chemistry is out of the world good. This moment above a reflection of that. Also Lucy’s reaction to the doctor saying it’s risky. *heart clutch*

Tim opts to do the surgery even though it’s risky. It’s better than doing nothing. He says it could be laparoscopic and he’ll be home by dinner. Look at Lucy’s panic in that first gif. She was not done with grilling that doctor. Nor was she done talking to Tim about this. But sadly she's not his SO and can't have more input. If she was his wife that doctor would’ve spent little longer in that room. You can tell how antsy and worried she is.

Looking at Tim with that same amount of worry. Lucy touches her tattoo. Her go to when she’s super stressed and overwhelmed. Her heart is hurting she can’t be the one comforting him. Can't be the one grilling the doctor some more and having a say in this. It’s killing her. Since she can’t do anything more she opts to leave. Also Ashley comforting Tim is not something she wants to see anyway. It’s hurting her to watch tbh.

So Lucy gets awkward and says she’s gonna get back to the search. Being in the room isn't something she can stand at this point. So she takes off back where she came from. Where do Tim’s eyes go? Not to Ashley. To Lucy who just left the room. We all know he’s not with Ashley because he loves her.

It’s just comfortable and safe because he can’t be with Lucy. Breaks my damn heart. All his feelings were showing in this scene. 100% of them towards Lucy in this moment. Look at that man above. His heart just walked out of the room and it shows. He wanted her to stay but there wasn’t a reason for her to. You’re so in love with her Timothy. It's painfully obvious at this point.

Lucy comes to see Grey after he collapsed in front of her. He got food poisoning from breakfast place they went to. Ashley did him a solid by having him not eat bread I guess...Lucy is so cute when she comes in saying it’s like a sleepover LOL Never change Lucy Chen never change. This makes me laugh so very much. First I wanna say I love Grey trusting her enough to run the station. That’s amazing.

Second it's hilarious because they both need her to get a move on. With Smitty in charge god only knows what’s happening without them. When she arrives he’s already given a friend day off….Lucy asks what he’s doing? Tells her 'When you’re in charge you let your friends go home early.' OMG lol Lucy is panicked and says but we’re short today…Reminding him they’re understaffed due to the units on the hospital. Smh. This is why they sent her back...

We return to Ashley back in his room. Talking about how Tim could retire if he wanted. Be on disability/pension if this surgery keeps him from working. Move out of LA. It’s insane to me she would even suggest this. But not surprising. The thing I didn’t like about Ashley was her constantly molding Tim into her version. Once again vapid is the perfect description for Ashley.

Not having him strive to be a better person like Lucy does. Because she is blah and doesn’t challenge him. Just wanted her version of him. Where Lucy challenges him and makes him want to be better. Loves him for who he is. Ashley just keeps trying to shove Tim into a box. Her box of who she thinks he should be like. Not loving him for who he is.

Lucy loves every part of this man. Warts and all and vice versa. Trying to take away being a cop to be a beach bum? Outside of LA? She doesn’t know the man lying next to her at all. Why you ask? Oh you know just those glaring communication issues they've had since day one. This goes all the way back to 4x10 with Kojo. It's not gotten any better.

Because of this lack of communication she’s only gotten surface level Tim. The Tim that doesn’t want to rock the boat. So he is just going with it. Better than making waves. D brought up an excellent point in 4x21 in her comments. About him not fighting her because of his PTSD with Isabel. Her saying he was too rigid. Tim is over correcting now where he’s not even himself at this point. Possibly agreeing to this ‘Life plan’ of hers. Just going through the motions because he has to.

He doesn’t want to be alone and he can’t be with Lucy. It’s insanely heartbreaking when you break it down like this. Tim is losing who he is in this relationship. Just to please a person he doesn’t even love. To quell anxieties his ex-wife thrust upon him. We see him hesitate because it’s a life he doesn’t really want. Makes me mad as I write this. Tim deserves so much better.

Tim goes to stretch his legs while he still can. He sees the fugitive and tries to stop him. Oh my Timothy why would you do this being so hurt? Because he's a lawman first and foremost that's why. Not that Ashley get’s that....I wanna cry with how much pain he’s in. Gah Eric killing me softly. We see his bravado disappear in an instant. Tim then thinks of the two most important women in his life. His sister and his girl. No no not bloody Ashley. Lucy. Sends Ashley to call his sister.

When Grey makes it over he tells him not to tell Lucy. Knowing she would drop EVERYTHING to be by his side. Tim putting her first even when he's in danger himself. Does he not see what a husband move this is? I’m sure Wade does. Minute Ashley is gone he tells him not to tell Lucy. Fierce protector reporting for duty even when he’s hurting. If Lucy saw him grimacing like he is she would lose her damn mind. He knows this and decides to keep her out of the loop because of it.

Lucy sees a bunch of cops leaving and is panicking. They say Smitty is letting them leave early. Harper comes up and Lucy asks for her help. Nyla knowing Lucy is a BAMF saying all she has to do is say different. I adore the way Harper builds her up in this moment. Filling in those gaps still when Tim can’t. It’s amazing. Letting her know she has their respect.

With everything she’s been through and done for others. No way these cops wouldn’t have her back if she asked for it. Lucy tells them what’s going on. How spread thin they are and she needs them. Jan nods and says ‘You got it Chen.’ Love this for her. Smitty comes up and ask if she’s in charge? She says yeah I guess. He looks so relieved and hands the reins over HA

Here comes the scene where I wanna drop kick Ashley into a volcano. I think I’ve been much harsher on Chris than I have her so far. But this is where that changes. Tim is just getting out of surgery. JUST. What does she do? Project her crap onto Tim. Then break up with him for it. Girl, you knew he was a cop from the damn jump. For MONTHS. You knew this. Wasn’t a secret he kept from you. Yet you decide to condemn him for it cause of an injury he had years ago. This has to be one of the most incredibly selfish things I’ve ever seen. That line from 5x08 ‘You deserve someone who’s worth the effort.’ Clearly to Ashley, Tim wasn’t worth the effort.

Breaks my heart for Tim. Leaving him alone post surgery. I hate her for this. I really do. When Lucy would’ve lost her damn mind even knowing about this. The only way she would change her mind is if he retired. Cool so you didn’t get what you wanted so you bail on him? Awesome. Real classy of you. This was just all their crappy communication, incompatibility and just being so wrong for each other coming to a head. At the absolute worst time for Tim. The way he says 'I just got out of surgery...' Breaks my heart. Let me at her Tim. I'm Italian we're scrappy.

I also just wanna hug him so very much. What a shitty thing to do. It’s a rough ride to 5x08. This one just hurts to watch. But good riddance to bad rubbish as they say. Tim was only in that relationship cause it was safe. To fill the hole in his heart Lucy left. And she didn’t even do that good of a job... She did him a favor really. The insane amount of symbolism between Lucy and Ashley in this ep is glaring. When it’s the right person this stuff doesn’t matter. She asks him if she can get him anything? No. Get the hell out. You aren’t fit to breathe the same air as him let alone be in his presence anymore. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out. You won’t be missed.

We return to Lucy at Grey’s desk looking exhausted as hell. He comes in to relieve her. He asks how did it go? She lies and says it was great…. Wade laughs and says ‘It was great?’ He tells her he spoke with the communication supervisor. That she did a masterful job of managing calls with half the normal staff. Lucy thanks him but says she is more than ready to hand it back to him.

She asks about Tim’s laparoscopic? Grey sighs and tells her the news. It’s the way he softly delivers it. Knowing how sick with worry she’s going to be. The man knew. We see the absolute panic on her face. She goes from tired to extremely alert and worried af. That man is the important person in her life. She doesn’t have to blink before she’s at the hospital for him.

Let’s talk about this panicked absolutely panicked walk to his room. How she’s desperately searching for him once she arrives. The way she rubs her tattoo when she reaches it. Gah it’s so good. I love Melissa doing that small touch with her tattoo anytime she is worried/stressed. It’s like she can’t breathe until her eyes are on him. That she won't relax until she can see that he’s safe and ok.

The shaky way she approaches his bed. Bracing herself for the worst since she knows NOTHING about his surgery. Asking him so softly if he’s ok? Getting angry asking 'Why no one told her in the first place?' Tim is smiling because he’s just so damn happy she cares about him. That’s she’s here. He tells her everything went ok. He'll make a full recovery. That he told everyone to keep her in the dark. She goes from worried wifey to scolding LOL

Tim’s answer is so damn revealing. Lucy is picking up on the feelings he’s just laying out for her. Telling her he didn’t want her to worry. Lucy putting the pieces together in her reply. Tim couldn’t be more obvious in his affection for her in this moment. Truly think Lucy was catching onto his feelings right here. It’s the soft way she repeats it back with a very affectionate smile on her face. She loves this man so much. It's written all over her face.

They’re both so sweet and loud in their feelings in this moment. This is such married behavior it’s unreal. He could’ve used Lucy in this whole situation. But once again puts her above his own needs. Because Tim Bradford. Literally screaming his feelings at her in this moment. Tim is realizing this as she parrots back what he did. Goes back on the defensive saying to slow her roll LOL

That he misspoke he was really talking about the station. Uh huh. Sure babe that’s what you’re talking about…Continuing on to say he didn’t want to distract her with worrying about him. So she could properly take over from Smitty. Lucy’s BS detector is out and it’s going off like crazy. He knows she would’ve let the station burn to be with him. To have someone by his side. Instead of calling him out on it further she just does a knowing ‘Mmm-hmm.’

He then goes into proud hubby mode. Look at this man. Like I said in 5x03 he looks at her like she’s hung the moon and stars. Does that by saying he heard she saved the day. Lucy decides to banter back at him. Instead of just taking his praise. Being sassy af in her reply instead of just thanking him. I love this because it shows the comfortability that is still there.

Telling him it wasn't that hard. Pretending she wasn't phased at all by this daunting task. Tacking on she doesn't know why he's always complaining LOL He just complimented her and she knows he means it. So instead of shying away from it she engages in flirty banter with her person. Tim catching onto her game joins in saying 'Really? Just smooth sailing?' They easily fall back into their natural banter here.

Lucy then cracks with a big smile for him. Saying ‘No…it was awful!’ Haha The comfortable solace of their banter coming to life in this moment. It makes my heart so happy after the last few eps. Lucy feels their flow returning. So she decides to rant about her day. Saying to him 'How can so many things go wrong in one day?' ha

Tim returning fire with a sassy reply of his own. Shooting back it wasn’t even a particularly bad day. The flirty body language from Lucy my god. Be more telling my goodness. Does my heart good them bantering and bickering. It's so nice to see after the heaviness they've been carrying around. They both had horrid days. Lucy with the shift from hell. Tim with almost being paralyzed and having emergency surgery.

You wouldn’t know that from watching them banter in this scene. They haven’t had this kind of back and forth in forever. We haven’t seen them this light in weeks. Haven’t see them be themselves at all since 5x01. Look at these two. They’re practically glowing from this sassy banter exchange. Just the pick me up they both needed.

Lucy asks where’s Ashley? Tim stutters around and says he sent her home. She was ‘exhausted.’ Ugh my heart. He’s too hurt to tell her what happened. She’s worried enough about him as is. He won’t add to it. His default gear putting her first. Lucy says ‘Ok.’ believing his lie. She goes to sit down because if she isn’t going to be here Lucy sure as hell is. We talked about symbolism for this ep at the very beginning. This is that in a nutshell.

Lucy filling the seat next to his bed that Ashley has vacated. Not that she is aware of that at this point but Tim is. Lucy makes the choice to stay with him. It means more to Tim in this moment than she’ll ever know. Her automatic reaction is to stay so he doesn’t have to be alone post surgery. Knowing he would like the company even if he doesn’t ask for to. She just knows him that well. This moment means so much to Tim.

He is very gun shy from Ashley legit just abandoning him. He questions why she’s sitting down. The shock is all over his face when she originally takes that seat. Lucy’s answer is wonderful and obvious to her. 'I’m keeping you company.' Thinking what else would I be doing after rushing to come see you? I also think she just wants to keep an eye on him. Make sure he’s really ok.

She is putting him first in this moment. Just like she always has. Always will. Tim tells her she doesn’t have to. Then Lucy does a terrible job of hiding her own feelings. Giving him heart eyes galore replying ‘I know.’ Basically saying ‘I know but I love you.’ No where else she’d rather be. It’s why his smile Is so damn soft for her. She doesn’t have to stay. She WANTS to be with him. Keep him company while he recovers from something so awful.

She is choosing him in this moment and he knows it. It’s written all over his handsome face. He is so grateful to her in this moment. Her presence being a salve to his emotional and physical wounds. Gah I love this episode so very much. Just another ep showing how Lucy is very much his person and Ashley was never close to that. Not in million years. Such a good one after low content drought. Sure it was intentional by the writers to starve us a bit then deliver this gem of ep ❤️

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Side notes- non chenford

Love learning about Angela’s brother’s. Also that final scene with her mom makes me cry every time. It’s my own issues but I’m jealous. Angela deserves that apology. Yeah she’s a bad ass but even a bad ass still needs their mom. The way her mom owns up to it and apologizes. My heart. It makes me sad cause I’ll never get that so it gets me right in the feels. But so glad she got it.

Whew we're 5 eps down already unreal. Thank you to everyone who likes, comments and reblogs. You are the reason I do this :) see you in 5x06

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Warrior God

ღPairings: Choi San × Reader(f) ღGenre: God au, Chinese Zodiac influenced, also anime influenced ღTrope: e2l (perhaps if i continue this???) ღWord count: 1,427 ღWarnings: fighting anime style, suggestive dialogue, reader has a dungeon apparently ღRated: 18+ MDNI ღSummary: The Wolf God has recently been taking down the other god's kingdoms one by one, and your kingdom is next. Or at least, that's what he thinks ღDedication: @mejuii @downtoamagicalland my speedy betas, thank you loves ღA/N: this was burning in my skull after watching San's warrior cover, so I had to get it out! Enjoy~

“Mistress, he’s coming,” Seonghwa called from the window of your tower, no need to hold back the diaphanous window coverings for a storm was approaching.

“Then it is time for you to go, Seonghwa,” You commanded, finishing tying up your sash from your pants.

Seonghwa rushed to your side, placing his hands over yours, not wanting to miss one moment of your preparations. “I will not leave your side,” he insisted.

You gripped his chin in your hand harshly, almost comically squishing his cheeks together. His large eyes raised to meet yours. “Are you questioning my authority right now?”

Seonghwa’s eyes moved downwards in subservience. “Never, Goddess, but--”

Your hand let go of him but instead patted his head. “You know why you must go. Now go.” You motioned with your chin towards your door.

Seonghwa’s lips parted, as if he wanted to speak more words but your face was hard for the upcoming battle and Seonghwa knew he could not afford to distract you with soft facts of love and adoration. “As you command, Mistress.” He bowed lowly, hand behind back and against his stomach and was gone in a flurry that his rabbit spirit afforded him.

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San strode through the gates of your castle, confident steps as his warrior army surrounded him. His sharp eyes quickly assessed the battlefield and found there was only one body to meet him in this assault.

“Did you send everyone away, Goddess?” San barked across the courtyard as he continued to sweep inside. “Afraid I’ll kill all the people you protect?”

“Yes,” You replied melodically, “I did send all my people away. If they remained, they would get killed.”

San’s broad stance spoke of confidence. His jacket and chains of leaving his mortal life still clung to him. “I would have thought that the Horse God would be much more sure of her powers.”

The laughter that escaped your lips bubbled up in your chest and grew and grew in power. Soon the entire courtyard was full of your borderline crazy laughter. San at first was smiling, as if he was waiting to be let in on the joke and then slowly it dimmed into confusion.

“I dismissed my people so that I can let loose my powers, San,” You cooly informed him. You pushed off your robe, left only in a sleeveless shirt and baggy pants. Your horse tattoo ran along your back, where your shirt did not cover, only wrapping around your torso, with loose sleeves dangling down your arms. Your magic, which was bright purple in color, waved around you, airy and whimsical.

San’s followers quickly pulled off his jacket, revealing the majority of San’s tattoos. His with stark black against his golden skin. A wolf’s contenance sat on his left breast. He snarled like a wolf, pounding his chest and clenching his fists. His power appeared as if blue fire, raging like flames all over his body. His followers shrunk back at the heat and he almost killed the few that had aided in removing his jacket and chains.

“I shall acquire your kingdom, just like I took the Ox’s and the Tiger’s,” San growled. But his fingers encompassed his wrists. He still felt his mortality, clearly.

You tilted your head, cracking your neck loudly. “You just received your godhead, Wolf. I have had mine for a millenia. Do you worst.”

San surged forward with a roar, his warriors behind him like an oncoming wave. The sky crackled and when San’s fist struck, lightning hit the ground around you, several forks striking San’s followers.

You stood, not moving an inch, your power making a smooth barrier in front of you. San’s face was only a hairsbreadth away from yours but he could do nothing to get closer. Like in slow motion, San’s fist had hit your barrier but the force that was reflected back to him--his own power mixed with your own--sent him flying back, pummeling through the crowd behind him. He hit the wall of your castle hard. Cracks radiated from his form there.

“You will not touch a hair on my head, Choi San,” You said calmly. You flicked your wrists, one hand and then the other. All of San’s followers poofed in a cloud of smoke, a horse’s bellow echoing through the courtyard. It was only you and he left now.

But San’s confidence had not drained yet. He smirked slowly, drawing up only one side of his lips. “I’ll have my fingers tangled up in your hair with your mouth on my cock, Horse God. It is my destiny.”

You laughed under your breath, a smirk pulling at your lips now. You shoved your hands into the pockets of your baggy pants and casually strolled to where San was, still embedded in the stone wall. “Is that why you’re here? To bed me?”

San shook his head, hauling himself out from the hole he made. “No, I am here to take your kingdom and YOUR godhead. But I’ll have you too, while I’m at it.”

You held your arms out to your side, bent at the elbow, palms up. “You know, that’s not half a bad idea, Wolf God.” You bring your palms together. Your purple magic rushed in, surrounding San. His arms snap to his side and his legs are held together. San struggled to get free, his blue flames like an ember along his body, but not strong enough to battle you. “I think I’ll bind you in my dungeon and use your tongue for relief.” You walked to where San was held, using your index finger to raise his strong chin. “Think you could do that for me?”

The blue fire that burned within San’s eyes, within his soul made you excited. Your power exploded and his blue magic exploded from his body. Your hair and clothes moved with the pure, undiluted power radiating from San. “I came here to ruin you!’ He shouted.

You took careful steps back as San staggered forward. His power continued to stream from his body, any sweat steaming off his skin. He walked as if he was underwater but that was simply your own power holding him back. You didn’t even have to make it so, it simply was. San walked you to the front of your tower, grunting and bearing his teeth as his arms shook to cage you between them. You smiled coyly up at him. He wasn’t even aware that his movements were only allowed because you were curious as to what he was up to.

“This isn’t right,” He groaned, his voice low with rawness. His accent had changed, reverting to the language of his people when he was a mortal.

Your coy smile grew into a confident one, the tips of your lips curling upwards. “Do you feel it, San?”

Your eyes traveled down to his chest, using a finger following the tip of his wolf’s ear on his chest. “Do you feel yourself weakening?”

San’s eyebrows furrowed inwards, both in confusion and worry. “No, I--”

Your smile is now a hysterical grin. “Since the moment you stepped through my gate, my power has been siphoning yours. I’ve been sipping from your godhead. The more power you exude, the more I drink, the more powerful I become. Why do you think I’ve been doing this for so long, hmm?”

San’s eyes become unfocused as he searches deep inside himself and finds that the well of his power is almost dry. “How?!” he demanded in disbelief.

You flicked his nipple and laughed softly. “I’m not about to tell you all my secrets, silly wolf. I’m about to have you trapped in my dungeon.”

“Do-don’t…” San’s head tipped downward to his chest, his weakness finally hitting him as your power began to let him go. If you took away his godhead completely, he would no longer be welcome in this kingdom of the gods.

You pushed San’s arms away from barring your movement. You flicked your finger again and your power carried San’s body behind you, as you began the climb down to your dungeons. “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. Soon, you’ll be just like Seonghwa. A little doggy for me.”

Your power surrounded the entire grounds of your castle, flowing through the very walls, lighting up the surrounding forest and river with purple light, and then just as quickly, your body absorbed it completely and neatly. That was the signal for your people to come back. The battle was over. But your night had just begun.

Taglist: @hijirikaww @flurrys-creativity @mingsolo @starlitmark @stardragongalaxy @k-pop-ology Permanent suffer with me tag: @smallfrye

#kvanity #kwritersworldnet #pirateeznet #cultofdionysusnet #ateez scenario #choi san scenario #atz scenarios #choi san scenarios #choi san x reader #ღatz #topaz's work

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moose-muffin · 2 months

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yo, i think i have some for Velvette and Charlie ig

Velvette is a very teasy Ler and a bratty Lee

Her worst spots are her underarms

She LOVES to Target Vox ever since she found out he was incredibly ticklish

I SWEAR she is the one to Bang her fists on the ground because "it tickles so Bad"

She squeals while laughing loudly. No Questions asked.

She WILL and CAN Target your worst spots.

Her laughs become really high-pitched if You Target her underarms LOL-

Teases You all while wrecking the living hell out of ya.

As for Charlie-

She adores tickling Vaggie, they often get into Tickle fights

Speaking of Tickle fights she and Lucifer always had little Tickle fights when she was little, for fun OR when she was feeling down

Her worst spots are her belly and Ribs

She on rare times takes the role of the Tickle monster (or most times)

Well that's all i have for now!

You might recognize me with this.

-🐝

OH MY GOODNESS???? THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THESE THEYRE SO PRECIOUS HELLO!!!

VELEVETTE IS ACTUALLY AN ICON I LOVE HER SO MUCH AND HER LER STATUS IS ACTUALLY EVER PRESENT LIKE!!!

AND THAT SHOWS IN HER BRATTY LEE VIBES TOO HEHE UR SO RIGHT!! SHE IS SO COMBATIVE BUT ALSO SUPER GIGGLY!!! I LOVE THAT SHE WOULD BANG HER FISTS, MIGHT I ADD SHE WOULD KICK HER LEGS TOO? I THINK ITS ENTIRELY POSSIBLE

ALSO YES SHE TICKLES VOX ALL THE FUCKING TIME AND LETS JUST SAY EVEN THO HE S A Y S HE HATES IT, WE ALL KNOW HES A LIAR AND A DECEIVER ☺️

SHE IS SOOOOO TEASY!!!! AGREED 1000% I WOULD SAY SHES VERY MUCH A FAN OF TEASING THEM ABOUT JUST HOW TICKLISH THEY ARE?? SHE LOVES COMMENTING ON THEIR REACTIONS TO THE TOUCH. SHE MIGHT TEASE YOU ABOUT LIKING IT (especially if your name starts with a V and ends with ox)

(Very quick Valentino mention, feel free to skip if it’s not ur thing. not a Val apologist, I have just always been a villain enjoyer. his character is very interesting. Also four arms) Val and Vel teaming up as lers is actually a crazy collab that would send Vox into an early grave or I guess you know, just make him very flustered. see how I add Vox to everything i am so sorry please don’t worry about it 😍 (i am so horrendously lee and ler for that man)

BUT YES! VELVETTE IS DEF TICKLISH! I HC SHE CAN KIND OF TURN IT OFF? LIKE PRETEND SHES NOT TICKLISH! SHES REALLY GOOD AT IT TOO, BUT IF YOU GET HER ARMPITS… SHES COOKED 😚 OR ALSO I FEEL LIKE HER KNEES ARE HELLA SENSITIVE TOO!! GOD I LOVE HER!!

CHARLIE!!!!!!

MY BELOVED, SHE LOVES TICKLES ALL DAY EVERYDAY!!!!

HER AND VAGGIES TICKLE FIGHTS ARE THE BEST?? BC VAGGIE KNOWS CHARLIE LOVES IT AND SO THEY HAVE LIKE BIGGGG TICKLE FIGHTS. LASTS FOR LIKE THE DAY SOMETIMES (THEY DO LIKE HIDE AND SEEK TYPE STUFF. CHARLIE ENJOYS THE BUILDUP AND THE IDEA OF TICKLE GAMES AND VAGGIE IS HAPPY TO OBLIGE WHETHER IT BE GIVING OR RECIEVING!)

One time they got into one of these and of course ended up getting the whole hotel involved <3 (OH AND NOW IM THINKING ABOUT THIS CONCEPT ON A GREATER SCALE I MIGHT JUST HAVE TO EXPAND ON THIS LATER)

Vaggie def prefers to be the ler but she loves watching Charlie’s face light up when she lets her tickle her (sorry this sounds so busted 😭 basically Vaggie is a softie for when Charlie tickles her bc Charlie gets really excited about it and has a lotta fun)

Charlie is absolutely shameless about loving tickles (kinda stealing from @kt-the-lee hi honey 😽) she is not embarrassed in the slightest and it’s just such a normal part of her identity it’s beautiful

She is also a very gentle ler. She is so excited about tickles all the time but absolutely does understand it’s not for everybody. (If I’m being 100% canon she prooobably had to learn this one the hard way and felt bad but whoever it was gave her a hug and of course forgave her bc they knew she meant well! They also probably tickled her too just to ease her anxiety <3)

The Lucifer one is very wholeosme and sweetie. I’m not big on family tickles personally but adorable nonetheless <3

HER BELLY AND RIBS BEING BAD SPOTS AWWW!! ID SAY TICKLISH NECK TOO <3 SENSITIVE AF AND SUPER GIGGLY IF YOU TICKLE HER THERE!

APOLOGIES FOR TAKING AGES TO RESPOND. THANK YOU FOR THE HCS THESE ARE ADORABLE AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE RANDOM ADDITIONS. IM NOT SURE I KNOW WHO THIS IS FROM YET BUT HIIII OMG

#madi’s answers!!#madis hcs up in here #hazbin hotel tickle #lee!velvette #ler!velvette #lee!charlie #ler!charlie #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THESE HCS I LOVE THEM AWWW

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airi-p4 · 7 months

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It should have been me!

Hi! I wrote this short Adrien salt + Lukanette endgame fic a while ago. Enjoy?

Summary

Ladybug was mad, ENRAGED.

Yet- how come Chat Noir was the one akumatized instead, when everything was HIS FAULT? It should be her!

AO3

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This was so wrong!!

She should have been akumatized instead of him!

He was the one who deceived her!

And now Chat noir- Chat Blanc- was walking around trying to destroy her. And she, Ladybug, ran, jumping on the roofs of the Parisian buildings, and dodging destructive waves aiming for her.

So unfair!

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It all started when Chat Noir finally stopped his flirting.

"I understand you're not comfortable, so I'll stop. Besides, I'm in love with someone else now," he had said.

Ladybug was grateful. Really grateful. He finally seemed to take his job seriously and their teamwork improved. It was nice to see that he changed.

Now, she didn't have to roll her eyes at unsolicited advances or for not going on dates she never agreed to. Everything stood professional.

Until that night.

All because she had let her guard down and allowed her excited Marinette self say too much. How could she have imagined that…

"You look happy tonight, Ladybug" Chat Noir hummed. "Did something good happen?"

"Yes. Very good" she smiled widely.

"Oh? What is it?"

"I don't know if I should tell you, but I'm so excited and-"

"Oh?" He smiled and leaned his head to the side, showing curiosity. He imagined that she may have been accepted to her dream university as she mentioned before, but he was eager for her to tell him.

Until he actually heard it. It wasn’t what he had expected.

"I have a boyfriend," she confessed. "We've been close friends for a long time and I still can't believe we feel the same! He's amazing and the most caring boy I've ever met. I’m so happy! I love him very much!" She squealed.

And that's what unleashed the storm.

"No!" Chat Noir stood up aggressively. "You can't have a boyfriend! You're supposed to be with ME! We're meant for each other! I even restrained myself from telling you how much I love you or to kiss you because I know you like gentlemen and- you were supposed to fall for me! I worked so hard to impress you and try to get your attention!"

“What…?” She couldn't register what he was saying immediately, but when she did she couldn’t help but feel betrayed. "Are you saying… That everything until now was an act…? You were just pretending? I trusted you!"

The betrayal was too much to bear. And yet- he was the one getting akumatized? Again. For his selfishness and for not listening to her, as usual.

She was enraged. Hell! She should have been the akuma, not him!

But now - She needed help. All the help she could get.

The fox, the turtle, the ox, the mouse, the dog, the dragon, the snake, the rabbit...

And after a few second chances, they finally defeated the akuma and a purified butterfly flew away. Magical ladybugs did the rest to fix the massive damage caused by Chat Blanc- Chat Noir-, Paris’ former superhero after the events.

"No… M'lady…" he begged, but he could only watch as she walked away, leaving a trail of tears as she left Adrien Agreste sobbing on his own.

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"I can't believe it!" Marinette cried, secure in her boyfriend's arms. "All this time-! I thought he was finally maturing, becoming more professional- I really trusted him!"

Luka hummed and rubbed her back. He did wonders calming her down. How many times could have she been akumatized if it wasn't for him?

"And he was Adrien all this time… I can't believe I was so blind! I thought he was sweet, innocent and caring… I even called him perfect a few times, damn it!" She yelled in Luka's chest. "But no! He is none of those things! He's just selfish, disrespectful and irresponsible! I thought we were partners! I thought he would be happy for me when I told him about you!" She groaned. "Hell- he even congratulated us when I had the mask off! You figured out my identity on your own, without magic, just because you care about me…" she took a moment to look at Luka, her hand cupping his face softly and he hummed happily at the contact. She let her hands descend to his chest level, gripping his jacket, and sighed. "Chat, on the other hand, couldn't tell us apart despite his claims of being 'in love'. Ugh, what a joke…"

"You couldn't have known. You did the best you could, melody" Luka kept caressing her back in support.

"And he still got akumatized!" Marinette roared. "He completely betrayed my trust, Paris’ trust, our partnership! And still got offended because I have a boyfriend that makes me happy! Heck- I really should have been the one akumatized, not him!"

"Don't say that… I don't want you to get akumatized... Ever"

"I know…" She softened a bit at that. "But I'm so mad, Luka! I want to scream, to curse, to set a freaking dumpster on fire!" He groaned. "Maybe with a bit of luck his photos that used to be in my room are still there and I can kill two birds with one stone!"

That made Luka giggle. "Didn't you throw them out a long time ago?"

"I did! And I made sure not a single one of them remained! But now I wish there were still some so I could burn them to ashes!" She growled.

"You're funny even when you're rightfully angry," Luka laughed.

"I am rightfully angry! Very rightfully!" She pouted proudly and he chuckled. Cute. A moment later she blushed happily when he kissed her cheek.

"What are you going to do now? With the ring, I mean" he asked.

"I need to talk to Plagg first. Figure things out. And then, I think I'm going to keep the ring inside the box"

"Are you sure?"

"Well, I hope I can count on you if it ever becomes indispensable." She leaned in to give her boyfriend a kiss on his cheek.

"You can always count on me, Marinette. You know that" he smiled tenderly. "Especially if you ask me like this"

He leaned in to kiss her cheek and she giggled. Music to his ears.

"Thank you, Luka. I love you. You're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. I'm so lucky" She kissed his lips, making herself comfortable in his lap.

Fin

#my fic #airip4 #adrien salt #lukanette fic #endgame lukanette

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grand-theft-carbohydrates · 3 months

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-beans of various types-

The fourth son of the Cao household was leading a one-man war in the courtyard of the main house. His name was Cao Zhi, and he was a little boy of five years. Old enough to wear proper trousers, though his hair was still shaved in the middle and braided into two ox-horns on the sides. His sword was a stick, and his horse was a broom. Cao Zhi ran this way and that, leading soldiers that only his eyes could see.

“Crossbows back, ji forward! Hold fast and prepare to engage!” He had plenty of brothers but preferred to play alone. It wasn’t as much fun, but at least there was no one to scold him for being annoying or twist his arm when he talked back.

Victory was at hand, such was his concentration, Cao Zhi did not hear the horses arriving at the main gate or the servants rushing out to greet “Lord Cao!” A moment later, a man dressed in a short, plain riding coat stepped quietly into the courtyard and stopped under the shade of a tree to watch him.

“One more push, men! Calvary to the left and right! We’ll break their arrays and put them to route!” Most people would have been surprised to hear such a young child recite word-perfect battlefield commands at an age when most were singing nursery rhymes. The man in the shade watched him attentively without speaking a word. There was a complicated expression on his face.

Cao Zhi turned around and finally noticed that he had attracted an audience. The instant his eyes alighted on the man, his face split into a gap-toothed grin.

“Eldest Brother! Eldest Brother!” he cried and ran forward with his arms outstretched. Then, he remembered that his half-brother was now a man grown and the Heir Apparent to boot, so giving him a big hug was Not Proper anymore. He quickly stopped and bowed. “Greetings, Elder Brother. Zhi hopes you have travelled well.”

“I did, thank you,” replied his eldest brother, Cao Ang. He returned the bow, and his movements seemed a hundred times more refined in the boy's eyes. “I trust you’ve been in good health, Fourth Brother?”

“Yes. I am well.” Cao Zhi said, suddenly feeling very shy. It had been nearly a year since they had last spoken. Cao Ang left home as a brother and returned as a lord, capped and gowned, with a sword at his side and a dusty whip hanging from his belt. Between working in the civil service and accompanying Father on campaigns, there was a noticeable change in his manners and speech. The fifteen years between them suddenly felt as impassable as a mountain. Cao Ang had become impossibly tall, grand and grown-up. Almost more imposing than Father.

Perhaps it would be better if Cao Zhi played in the inner courtyard, out of his brother’s way. “May I take my leave, Eldest Brother?”

“Hold it,” Cao Ang commanded. His face was stern, but there was no mistaking the humorous twinkle in his eyes. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? How dare you approach your liege with your weapon bared!”

Cao Zhi realised that he was still holding onto his stick. He giggled and made a show of putting it into his belt, in place of a scabbard. “Please forgive your vassal’s impudence.”

“I fail to see what’s so funny, young man.” Cao Ang said, dead serious, which only made his little brother laugh harder. “I could have been run through!”

It happened just like that. As swiftly as a burst of water unblocking a choked-up stream. Any lingering awkwardness was gone, and the two of them began chatting and laughing like no time had passed.

(To be continued)

#ah yes. the cao beans.#my soy boys #cao ang #cao zhi #cao pi #san guo #i have a bunch of vignettes and not much plot so i'll just do my best to string it togather #my writing

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wisteriasymphony · 11 days

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The LuckyBug Miracle Team Sucks - TWEOS AU Analysis

(4 individuals who don't work for their miraculous, and 1 person that does)

Just to start off, yes, I am analyzing my own work. Nobody really has the same depth of information on this other than me, after all. I want to get more into these sorts of things, because I like to organize my thinking behind the choices I make in this fic, and maybe even draw people into my work as well!

Lucky Lucky Ladybug - Viperius - CARA.PACE - Renared - Chat Noir

These are the five main holders of the LuckyBug Team before CN quits at the start of TWEOS. We're going to be talking about why most of them suck at their job (but mostly why Lucky chose terrible miraculouses for her peers), starting from worst to best synergy.

Viperius - Snake of Intuition

The ideal holder of the Snake Miraculous is someone who is level-headed, wise, and capable.

Luka Marcel Couffaine is the exact opposite of all of these things.

In TWEOS, Luka Couffaine is as far removed from empathy as humanly possible, making him a terrible superhero in general, much less one with a power as important as interrupting the flow of time. Luka never goes out of his way to explore his abilities, rarely involves himself in battle unless forced to, and put more thought into giving his superhero form a sexy haircut than into being a good teammate. He is explicitly only a superhero for the money it brings in even though he is already the son of a world-famous rockstar. Luka is not intuitive or wise, he is shallow and self-serving.

More Suitable Miraculous: None of them. Maybe the Mouse so he can multiply and go fuck himself.

CARA.PACE - Turtle of Protection

The ideal holder of the Turtle Miraculous is someone who is stable, sacrificial, and steadfast.

Nicolas Ibrahim Lahiffe, unfortunately, falls short of the mark.

While not as outwardly shitty as Luka, Nino also lacks the right qualities in an effective superhero. Nino is the type of person who, as Quinton Reviews once perfectly put it, "would rather be chill than be right". Nino is laid-back and likes to show off with his Miraculous, enjoying how cool it makes him look while still helping out at the end of the day. ...But he's not exactly protective. If anyone even stood up to Lucky being physically abusive, it should've been him. But Nino does not protect the weak, because he is the kind of person to stand on the sidelines. Nino is not a source of stability, he's too much of a laid-back (and often cowardly) jokester to protect anyone.

More Suitable Miraculous: Monkey, Pig.

Renared - Fox of Illusion

The ideal holder of the Fox Miraculous is someone who is cunning, sly, and witty.

Aaliyah Thérèse Césaire is trying so hard to make it work, but is underserved by what she's been given.

If anyone in the team has the braincells, it's Alya. Alya can draft up plans with her Holo-Illusions like second nature, strategize on the fly, and takes to her ability to make diagrams out of thin air like a fish to water. ...But that's not what the Illusions are for, is it? As natural for her determined nature, she strives to bend her miraculous to her will anyways, rarely ever using her Illusions to actually distract and more to help her with her thankless job of the actual team leader. It makes sense that she would function this way, though! Alya is a proponent of the truth through and through, and is rather blunt often to the point of being brutally honest. Alya is not cunning, she is forthright and stubborn. If only she got a miraculous to reflect that.

More Suitable Miraculous: Ox, Rooster, Bee

Lucky Lucky Ladybug - Ladybug of Creation

The ideal holder of the Ladybug Miraculous is someone who is creative, compassionate, and clever.

Marinette Anne Louise Dupain-Cheng is this in all the wrong fucking ways.

It does take a creative person to formulate a plan to woo your celebrity crush with a perfect version of you. It takes someone who knows how to be compassionate to so effectively deny a shred of it to Chat Noir. It takes a clever person to make up a fake eulogy. And yet, at the same time, Lucky Lucky Ladybug is hindered by her hot-headed entitlement and her need to be the center of attention. She lets her team do the creative work, weaponizes her compassion as something to market herself with, and is somehow so caught up in her own world that she ignores evidence of Adrien being a relationship when it is staring her in the face. Marinette is best described as an embodiment of "creation" only in the sense that she will one day orchestrate her own undoing.

More Suitable Miraculous: Anything would be better than the Ladybug. That way she isn't brainwashing people anymore.

Chat Noir/Errant - Black Cat of Destruction

The ideal— Actually, let's break from convention for this one.

If anyone is fit to embody Destruction, it is Adrien fucking Agresté.

Once you get deep enough into TWEOS, Adrien is by far the most emotionally turbulent character out of any of them. It helps that the narration is so often colored by his input, but his range is exceptional and takes up a significant focus of the story. He is the mostly openly self-destructive and suicidal, romanticizing the idea of dying with his girlfriend, but is equally willing to destroy others in pursuit of his goals.

It's also worth taking into account that TWEOS is essentially a corruption arc. The whole point of the story is to witness his circumstances tear him apart, unearth his traumas, show a version of Adrien that becomes bitter and violent and vengeful. What power would suit a vengeful, violent person better than the power to destroy things?

Conclusion

In short, it's meant to be incredibly ironic that the only holder that truly embodies their miraculous is the one that quits. The entire ordeal is a stageplay put on by higher powers, of course it's more important to them that their puppets are obedient more than anything.

Of course, this isn't to say that synergy between a person and their miraculous is a good thing, either; That's what makes the eventual magic-induced insanity even worse, after all. This is what killed Emilie, what's ruining Marinette's relationships, and what is starting to happen to Adrien as well.

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General HC’s for Simon "GHOST" Riley

♱ A/n: don’t get me wrong, I love some good Ghost fluff, but it just feels too OOC for me, so here are my personal head cannons for my hundredth baby daddy🫶 p.s I would just like to mention I still ain’t play the game so my lore isn’t the best but that ain’t stopping me🕺

♱ Warnings: 18+, some nsfw hcs towards the bottom, there is a warning before hand!

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♱ this man is fucking mean. He WILL hurt your feelings on occasion, both on purpose and not. He. Does. Not. Give. A. Fuck. Either way.

♱ matter of fact, this mf thinks he is right despite being very VERY in the wrong, and it takes a LOT to get him to admit to being wrong.

♱ STUBBORN AS A OX BRO, his motto is literally “My way or the fucking high way.” No ifs, buts, or in-betweens!!

♱ be prepared to make many, many arguments and still get nowhere on a specific topic. your opinion does not matter for a long time for this man, and takes months of getting around to even thinking about your side of anything.

♱ it would take a long time to get close to this man, like sure he might be down to fuck quite early on, but to be emotionally available in any way other than angrily fucking your brains out is going to take YEARS.

♱ probably isn’t interested in keeping relationships with citizens because he doesn’t want to get wrapped up in his life, lovers, or friends, his position in special forces keeps them all vulnerable

♱ not until recently (being on this new team) does he actually have friends, ghost kept to himself and still does, but after recovering from his betrayal, he would bond with no other teammates and refused to cross any lines with anyone

♱ anger fucking issues- this man has. Like yes, he can control himself in the moment and continue to lead on with the mission, almost acting like your disobedience didn’t even phase him, but OH you better be expecting a whoop-ass reprimanding that will leave you doubting your entire worth and existence

♱ or if a particular enemy is pissing him off, he won’t let his frustrations affect his movements, in fact, it only fuels them, and when he finally gets a hold of em’ there’s nothing left but a bloody pulp of a person

♱ the highest possibility of becoming a friend is being on the team or meeting in a bar when he had been drinking a little bit - both of which you will have to be highly persistent to evoke a reaction

♱ he likes it when people talk to him, which makes him feel less scared and intimidating in public areas. Of course, he likes to keep that vibe when on missions or dealing with interrogations and such, but still out in public. he wants to make people as least uncomfortable as possible, even if his skull baklava is a little intimidating

♱ SPEAKING ON INTERROGATIONS, I know for a fact that this man has committed WAR CRIMES on other men for information, like he totally has it in him to do so, ESPECIALLY, when it’s a a horrible war criminal or sum

♱ he is a metal, heavy metal, grunge, hard rock, kinda guy - don’t deny it. He’s got way too much trauma to not want to blast out his eardrums at every possible chance. He also likes to explore all genres too, like alternative metal, black metal, alternative, alternative rock, etc.

♱ lowkey likes to bond over music, like trading music with the team and talking about it and what they thought when meeting up later.

♱ he likes to sit down and have a cigar with Price every now and then, ofc drinking with him too. They have their own “superiors” moments and talk about how the team is doing and what training could help them for the next mission.

♱ almost always does extra reading and research on the mission itself and/or where it takes place to avoid and map out any possible problems that could arise that no one else would foresee, especially regarding his own benefit nowadays.

♱ ghost likes his job, as much as it has been a lot on him and the people around him, he couldn’t see himself anywhere else than right here, fighting for the rights of people he’d never meet but know are free because of him.

♱ it gives him some peace of mind, and he needs it because the poor baby has been through a LOT

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♱ come on, you know I had to, but speaking of him going through a lot, he has definitely picked up a few kinks along the way, most of which are from his occupation

♱ coming in at number one, a pretty vanilla thing now I guess, but choking. he loves that shit, both on himself and his partners, he likes the feeling, his senses overwhelmed and everything throbbing, bringing a little oxygen deprivation, and he's all there.

♱ but of course, he also loves the sight of someone underneath him, fucked out and panting, but they can't catch that breath they so desperately need to ground themselves, and while they keep trying to find it, he keeps fucking it out of reach.

♱ second, bondage duh. again something he both enjoys on himself and others. he liked the feeling of the bruises after the deed. It's one hell of a reminder that gets some weird looks, but he doesn't mind, just keeps reminding him of you

♱ thiiiird, knife AND gunplay. now, this takes some serious trust between him and the partner, and truth be told, he usually only did this with male partners he had met through work originally. he loves it, and honestly, nothing gets him going faster, but he has some serious trust issues and can't just go giving everyone he fucks a loaded gun pointed at him

♱ yes, loaded. ‘it ain't fun if it ain't.’ that's what he always says

♱ if it is a one-night stand, he is likely to not put much into aftercare, but if he will see you around a lot, in bed or otherwise, he’ll put more effort into it. This could be cleaning you gently with a wet rag, or softly rubbing your back while you try to catch your breath after he has taken you from behind. He does not cuddle tho, though he ain't a cuddly man the first few sessions, sooner or later that wall comes down and you’ll find yourself tucked into his side when you come too, and he’s just blankly staring out, not trying to think about how well you feel there and how badly he wanted to stay the

♱ but he won’t ever stay the night, again not for a while, and the first time he ever did- it would be an accident. He was simply too tired and rested his eyes for a second, only to wake up the next morning to you rubbing his back as he laid his head on your chest. he acted like he hated it, grunting and pulling away from your touch to rush and get ready to leave. deep down though, he can’t get rid of the feeling of your fingers softly grazing him awake off of his back for the rest of the day.

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She’s said the wrong thing. She doesn’t fully understand how, but she can certainly feel Astarion bristle at those words. Nettie remains unaware of their internal conversation, digging around at her table full of alchemy sets and important looking herbs. If you think that, as a reward for simply existing, the world is going to hand you kindness, you are a bigger fool than I took you for. When Nettie turns around, finally having finished her piece, she holds a thorny branch. If I must be a fool, at least I am a kind one.

summary: the tadpoles prove to have some use, and aruna proves to be a bigger fool than astarion expected when she trusts the wrong person.

wc: 4k+

warnings: continued memory loss, being poisoned? just canon-adjacent violence and such. nothing crazy.

a/n: mom can you come pick me up i think i'm projecting too much onto one of my ocs again (also experimenting with placement of the read more this time don't mind me)

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Was Aruna someone’s daughter once?

It’s the only thing she can think of after she speaks to Arabella’s parents. A young tiefling girl, currently being interrogated, her parents desperate and brimming with fury as they try to find a way to save their daughter.

Surely, Aruna was someone’s daughter once. And if she was the one in interrogation, life at risk, she’d want someone to offer to help her as well.

The druids that had been arguing with the tieflings let Aruna and Astarion through under the premise of Kagha wanting to speak with them. Which, in all honesty, doesn’t sound very promising. But Aruna is determined, mind rattling with thoughts of Arabella, someone’s daughter, and her singular goal of saving her.

“What in the Hells are they doing?” Astarion questions the center of the grove, several druids gathered around the center point that appears to be a small idol.

Aruna hadn’t even noticed the green flow of magic, had hardly heard the chanting, “Who knows?”

It’s a pathetic response. Hardly humoring him, falling terribly flat as she continues to take large steps in the direction of the stone door the druids had pointed out to them.

Was she someone’s daughter once? Did she have parents out there, just like Arabella’s, anxiously seeking her return?

“You’re telling me you’re not the least bit curious about that?” Astarion squints after her. When she doesn’t respond, he reaches out for her, fingers wrapping around her sleeve just as she had done to him by the ox. But his touch is a bit rougher, a bit more secure. Less instinctual. “I find that incredibly hard to believe. What’s wrong?”

She blinks rapidly at that, taken back by his sincerity, “Since when do you care about something being wrong with me?”

“Since you’re leading us, specifically me, into a possible fight while seeming impossibly distracted.”

Right. He didn’t want to be led astray, walked straight into danger, when she was in this state. It was nothing more than that. And that was reasonable.

But she can’t stop picturing it; was she something small once? Something impossibly delicate?

She sort of feels delicate now, void of memories and uncertain of just who she is.

“I can’t remember if I have parents,” she admits all in one breath, uncomfortably aware of both his eyes on her and his hand that had yet to leave her arm, “I can’t remember if I had a childhood.”

“That’s all?” he scoffs, hand finally dropping, “You’re worried about if you had a childhood after agreeing to free some foolish tiefling girl?”

His words are hard, but she can still see right through his mask – her words have given him something to think about as well. A kindred emotion, a flash of something lost, sparking behind his eyes for only a moment.

“Yes, that is all. You seem to forget while you all have your own personal journeys and motivations that I can as well.”

She doesn’t know herself. All she knows is this, whatever this journey of their group had become. All she knows is the tadpole, the beach, her companions. She just recently learned about her magic while it’s clear the rest of them have an entire artillery of memories in which they’ve perfected their crafts.

Of course Astarion is better with his daggers. He must have practiced wielding them for years, and remembers that practice. Aruna might have also, but she can’t recall it. The fact that she remembered how to even hold them properly is a miracle.

“It doesn’t matter,” she says just as she sees Astarion’s hard exterior beginning to soften. She doesn’t want pity, doesn’t want empathy. She just wants to help the girl, “Let’s just talk to this Kagha and help Arabella.”

Before she has the chance to turn, Astarion is speaking to her lowly, disregarding the way she clearly wanted to move on from the matter, “I do apologize. Your condition… does slip my mind. I forget myself.”

“It’s not a condition,” she snaps, “It’s… it’s temporary. Maybe once we get rid of our parasites, I’ll regain my memories. It’s fine.”

Parasites. That’s what these tadpoles must be, leeches that have taken home in all their minds, and Aruna is just the unluckiest of the bunch to be stuck with one with a craving for memories.

She’ll remember. She has to.

“For what it’s worth,” he takes a step closer, nearly whispering, as though he’d rather die than allow anyone to hear his next words, “I do believe you had a childhood. We all must have, even those of us who can’t recall them.”

If she had been a little less absorbed in all her own issues at the moment, she might have picked up on that little word: us.

She would have noticed Astarion’s grouping of himself in that category.

But she doesn’t. She only turns and continues onto their mission, to find Kagha and Arabella, completely unaware that Astarion has bared a vulnerable fragment of himself to her. The moment passes, and she never witnesses the fall of his face as he realizes that the thread of connection has gone entirely over her head.

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Aruna doesn’t know what her experiences with snakes had been prior to all of this, but she’s starting to sense they were not good. That, or all her survival instincts that were a product of human evolution were far more overactive than everyone else’s.

Astarion doesn’t even flinch at the snake. In fact, he looks monumentally disappointed when Aruna manages to persuade Kagha to not kill Arabella by letting the bloodthirsty creature sink its fangs into her.

“What a waste of a perfectly good show,” he sighs wistfully, watching the girl run off and out of the underground room they were now standing in.

One sharp warning glance from Aruna, and he’s smart enough to not make another comment on it.

“You wanted to speak with us,” Aruna says as she approaches Kagha once the death viper has long since departed. If Astarion notices, he certainly keeps quiet with his teasing.

“Indeed,” Kagha looks up. She still wears a veil of authority, holding herself bigger than she is as if to prove herself, “You are the ones who fought at the gate against the goblins.”

Suddenly, Aruna feels a squirming in her mind, a sudden presence pressing against her tadpole. It’s unfamiliar, sharp, but not unbearable.

The same experience as when she had met each of her fellow ailed companions, but to a less intense degree.

Obviously.

Aruna is shocked when she swears she hears Astarion mutter the sarcastic reply as it echoes in her head. She turns to look at him, but his lips are sealed tightly, wearing a bored expression that morphs into offense when he catches her glance.

Why is she looking at me like that? I didn’t say that outloud, did I?

It’s nearly impossible to school her shocked expression, but Aruna manages.

Astarion certainly did think the sarcastic reply, but he didn’t say it outloud. Aruna shouldn’t have been able to hear that. And yet the squirming in her head increases, and she has the sinking suspicion of who the culprit behind the shared thoughts might be.

Interesting.

“We are,” she answers Kagha before the pause grows so long it becomes suspicious, “And the druids at the entrance said you wanted to speak to us. So, please, by all means…”

She trails off, but her eyes continue to flicker towards Astarion. He’s growing more antsy under her watchful gaze, but she’s not going to scold him for being a sarcastic ass in his mind.

Maybe she had imagined it. Maybe the tadpole is draining her of memories and sanity.

Imagined or not, tadpoles to be blamed or not, Aruna remains distracted for most of her conversation with Kagha. Her focus wanes, only leaving just enough sensibility to make out that Kagha wants their group to clear the way for the tieflings to leave the Grove. The ceremony that Astarion had questioned outside, was being executed with the intent of sealing the Grove off. No one leaves, no one enters.

It’s all a bit morbid. And it makes Aruna’s bleeding heart ache for the tieflings. Predictable, she swears she hears Astarion’s voice say as her face contorts at that shared information.

She feels the crashing waves of Astarion’s irritation over all else when Kagha finishes her short speech.

“I’m asking you to help them. Will you?”

He already knows her answer. And so does Aruna – there’s not a single way in which she’ll walk out of here without agreeing to do so.

But she does take pause, and she does consider her options. Astarion may be shocked at the fact that she takes his reaction into consideration during these decisions now, but she does. And for all he seemingly loathes helping others, he is concerned with the parasite – he’s concerned with finding a healer, just like everyone else in her party.

“I’ll help,” the quietest of groans are already escaping Astarion’s lips, but they grow quiet when she continues, “On one condition.”

“Offering conditional help?” he admonishes, “I didn’t think you had that in you.”

For once, please shut up.

She doesn’t say it outloud. She thinks it, shooting the thought like an arrow, straight for the pressure of the presence against her tadpole.

It wasn’t an imagined connection. It’s clear Astarion had heard her by the way he nearly staggers not even a second after the thought has passed.

Very interesting.

“What’s your condition?” Kagha demands, looking between the two with brewing suspicion.

If she knew about their tadpoles, she’d probably kill them. With that damn death viper, no less.

“There’s a healer here by the name of Nettie,” Aruna feels Astarion perk up, all his dissatisfaction with the idea of helping the tieflings quickly fading, “I’ll help them, if she helps us.”

“And what would you need a healer for?”

“None of your business.”

Even Astarion is shocked by the sharpness of Aruna’s words. But when she looks at Kagha, all she sees is a woman turning her back on the helpless. And it sparks a new anger inside of her, a sense of righteousness that had to have been ingrained in her at some point. Whether it be before all of this or if it is simply a pillar of who she was, who she is, doesn’t matter.

Kagha is someone cruel. And Aruna suddenly realizes that cruelty is not part of who she is, not at her core.

Kagha smiles, a forced diplomatic grin that reeks of ingenuity. “You’ll find Nettie somewhere around here, feel free to seek her out as you please. But after you’ve seen her, I do expect you to speak to Zevlor, and to keep up your end of the bargain.”

There’s no need for Aruna to bristle at the words or her condescending tone. Astarion does it for her, and without looking, she knows his hands twitch beside his daggers.

Her dagger-happy friend, her shadow. She was never worried about blindly walking into a fight when it was him at her side.

Nods are exchanged, and when Kagha turns her back, Aruna is quick to guide herself and her companion across the room, narrowly avoiding the abundance of mud.

He doesn’t say a word until they’ve walked through a second doorway, entering what almost resembles a library of some sort. She expects a comment on her lashing out.

He surprises her when he simply says, “We have to talk about it, you know.”

“Out of all our companions, you are the one I least expected a lecture from regarding being rude-”

“I couldn’t care less regarding your attitude with the druid,” he interrupts, stopping them just before they cross into what looks to be a living quarters. A hospital, of sorts, “I mean the tadpoles. You spoke to me, without uttering a single word aloud. How?”

He doesn’t know that he initiated that connection. “I- You’re serious, aren’t you?”

His lips curl, nose scrunching, “If you’re about to tell me I’m going insane, I might go find the nearest stake and put myself out of my own misery.”

Stake? How oddly specific.

“See?” he exclaims suddenly, pointing at her accusingly, “I heard that! And yes, death by stake is quite specific, but don’t read into it too much, darling.”

“Get out of my mind,” she hisses, more mindful of being quiet than he was being, “Gods, Astarion, I don’t know. Technically, you opened up that connection. I heard your thoughts first. Which, by the way – thank you for not being such a smartass out loud in front of Kagha.”

His eyes widen, “Oh. Oh, you… heard that?”

Instead of answering properly, she only puts on her worst impersonation of him, accent and all as she tries to perfectly mimic his “Obviously.”

“I do not sound like that.”

“You certainly did when you said it in my head.”

“No, I did not. My voice is far less nasally, far more refined-”

“Who cares?” she cuts him off, “The point is, we can use these parasites for our benefit until we rid ourselves of them. Imagine the potential of using those private… channels to speak to each other when we’re in front of an enemy.”

“I’d hardly call Kagha an enemy,” he snorts. But he doesn’t dismiss her idea, softening up in consideration, “I suppose you’re right. The only issue, of course, is how we opened up the connection to begin with.”

He’s right. Aruna isn’t so prideful as to fight him on that, nor is she idiotic enough to force the misfortune of figuring out the answer to that solely on him.

“Well, what were you feeling when you first thought that?” she asks carefully. She isn’t trying to pry, something she’s starting to figure out he’s not fond of, but to simply get answers, “I wasn’t hearing your every waking thought before then.”

He blinks rapidly, and she swears for a moment that he’ll take a step back. As though she’s gone too far. As though what he was feeling in the moment is private information that she hasn’t earned the knowledge of yet.

He doesn’t. “I… I suppose I just wanted to say that outloud, to you.”

That alone has a dozen implications.

“I need more than that,” she squints her eyes, “Especially considering it wasn’t something very important-”

“Making a sarcastic quip,” he looks pained as he elaborates, “Whenever I have something… particularly annoying to say, I enjoy watching your reaction to it. It’s fun to see you scramble when I run my mouth.”

She doesn’t know how to respond to that, but it does make sense. When she had sent her own message to him, she’d been feeling almost the exact same way – regarding wanting to talk to him, not so much as wanting to annoy him.

“I focused on the presence, or whatever it was, of your tadpole in my head,” she says, glancing over his shoulder as she catches sight of movement in the next room. A woman of shorter stature, hovering over something on one of the stone platforms, “So I suppose that’s the secret to it. Knowing us, another situation will arise soon enough for us to test our theory.”

He has more he wants to say. She can see it clearly in the press of his lips and the flare of his nostrils, but he doesn’t dare to speak whatever weighs on his mind, “Right. Of course. Knowing us.”

It was probably just another complaint of the way Aruna keeps getting them into trouble. He held his tongue, and she’s probably better for it.

Probably.

When they continue their exploration of the area, Aruna decides to take her time in surveying the new room rather than heading straight to the woman she had spied over Astarion’s shoulder. Tables of medicinal items, ranging from mugwort to jars of odd liquids, almost appearing to swirl with the night sky inside. The shelves of books, tomes, and slabs alike also pique Aruna’s interest. She wonders just how much trouble they might get into if she sent Astarion on a quick roundup of some of the interesting reads; his hands were far quicker and more adept for slipping them unnoticed into their packs. He’d proven such with the apple.

She doesn’t even notice that the thought has slipped down their tadpole connection until Astarion is shooting her an amused look, crossing his arms as he stares her down.

“And I thought you were against thievery,” he murmurs, voice low enough so that the woman on the other side of the room won’t hear them.

Aruna really has no defense. Besides, aside from his torment of teasing, Astarion doesn’t seem to actually judge her for having any slip-ups in morale, “I am. Hence why I didn’t ask that of you.”

“Say the word, and I’d do it,” he holds up a hand, wiggling the fingers for emphasis, “You could have your own precious library to rival the wizard’s – for a price, of course.”

“A price?”

Her grin is impossible to miss. Radiant, it’s golden cast reflecting right back at her off of Astarion’s own lips.

“You didn’t think I’d do that type of work for free, did you, darling?”

It’s a fun dance. A momentary distraction. For just a few brief seconds, they’re simply two people teasing one another, unbothered by their current circumstances or situations.

“Of course not. And, just out of curiosity,” she hums, well aware that in a few moments, they’ll need to approach that strange woman. They’ll have to drop the illusion and return to reality. But that specific warmth that only he seems capable of triggering has begun to burrow into her chest again, and she chases after the feeling, “What would your price be? If I did request that of you?”

He hesitates. She had expected a quick answer, a rapid-fire she’d struggle to keep up with. She hadn’t expected for a genuine look of contemplation to cross his face, as though he was struggling to even come up with a response for the hypothetical.

“Your daggers,” he says, although his tone isn’t quite as playful as it had been. His eyes flicker down at the blades tucked safely into each of her hips, and when they rise to meet her eyes again, it’s clear he’s somewhere far from her. Lost in thoughts, lost in his own mind, “You seemed quite defensive over them the other night. If they are special, and you’re hardly adept at wielding them, I might as well make use of them.”

“You’re not getting my daggers,” she shakes her head.

“Then I suppose you’re not getting your library.”

She laughs, and she prays he doesn’t hear any of the concern brewing beneath it. She prays that he’s still too far in his own head to recognize the way her attitude dips to meet his own deflation. Her laugh is as disingenuine as his forced smile he offers her, effectively ending the conversation.

He’s gone somewhere, somewhere so far that she couldn’t possibly follow, tadpole or not.

She finds herself hoping it isn’t quite as lonely as her own mind.

—

Nettie is… nice.

Or, rather, nice enough.

She’s fairly patient with Aruna and Astarion when they first approach, ignoring Astarion’s rude comeback to her requesting they give her just a second. She reacts kinder than necessary when Astarion prods the bird she had just healed as they pass by, prattling on about how the bird needs time to heal and how Astarion could benefit from exhibiting kindness to others.

At least his responsive scoff stays between Aruna and Astarion, echoing down the connection of their tadpoles.

She’s nice as she inquires what’s wrong with Aruna, she’s nice as Aruna explains the tadpole, and she’s nice as she offers to bring them back to her own private enclave for further examination. Hells, she’s even nice as she explains her entire experience with tadpoles thus far; a story involving another healer named Halsin, another unfortunate tadpole to be studied, and the dead drow on the table that Aruna tries to not stare at.

Something about the sight of the drow makes Aruna’s chest ache. An indescribable sorrow. A mourning she can’t recognize.

Halsin sounds more useful than this bore.

Astarion’s voice in her head cuts through all that odd grief, helping her shake it off easily.

Give her a chance.

I gave her a chance when I didn’t interrupt her ridiculous spiel regarding that damned bird and kindness.

And what makes that bird any less deserving of kindness than you or me?

If you think that, as a reward for simply existing, the world is going to hand you kindness, you are a bigger fool than I took you for.

When Nettie turns around, finally having finished her piece, she holds a thorny branch.

If I must be a fool, at least I am a kind one.

He doesn’t have a snarky response for that one. As a matter of fact, all that Aruna can feel through their connection is a resigned sadness. Something old, something yearning, something learned from a different lifetime. It makes no sense to Aruna. He doesn’t know her. Her being a fool shouldn’t affect him. Aruna’s own feet being set on the path of kindness has nothing to do with Astarion in the grand scheme of things beyond their journey to rid themselves of these worms. She’s the one with the ominous letter, she’s the one with debts to be paid regarding him once it’s all said and done. Her foolish kindness shouldn’t affect him.

And yet, it does. To a startling degree that Aruna can’t even offer proper focus to at the time being, because her focus must remain on the healer in front of her.

Because Nettie is nice enough, until she isn’t.

A series of questions, as if Aruna was on some impassable trial, is all it takes for the smaller woman to lose that nice exterior. And Aruna is unsure if maybe it was her tone to blame, being a bit too snippy with Astarion’s anxieties pounding at the back of her head. Or mayhaps if it is her memory loss to blame, making certain gaps impossible to fill and certain answers impossible to be honest. She doesn’t know where she went wrong, but she did – she’s gone terribly wrong the moment that Nettie’s face hardens in a flair of certain impassive determination, and she reaches out for Aruna’s hand.

Don’t.

Aruna can’t decipher if it was that knowing animal inside of her or Astarion that warns her so ferociously. Perhaps it had been the tadpole, a self-serving parasite that got them into this mess to begin with. She doesn’t know, she doesn’t know, she doesn’t know.

She only knows that the moment those thorns scratch her palm, it hurts like all Hells.

It burns. Terribly. And Aruna, for all her cluelessness, knows that healing shouldn’t burn.

She tugs her hand away from Nettie impossibly fast the moment the tips of the thorns have dug in, looking down at the angry pink scratches left behind. Only surface level, but they burn.

“What in the hells-” Astarion starts, taking a step forward as Aruna cradles her hand to her chest.

If I must be a fool, at least I am a kind one.

“Be careful – your legs will probably give out first.”

It’s not a cure. It’s not a plant of healing. It burns, its venom sinking its way into Aruna’s veins, spreading with a painful speed, her racing heart only quickening the process.

Aruna doesn’t have the chance to so much as blink before Astarion’s daggers are against Nettie’s neck.

Kind fool indeed.

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Family Ties (3/?)

Natasha Romanoff x Werewolf Fem Reader

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

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18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N had started to feel at ease around Nat and Wanda. The two seemed to have made the experience slightly easier. But Y/N sat on Nat's bed as she packed for a mission with Clint.

"I'm only going to be gone for a week at the most." Nat told her as she zipped her bag. "Wanda is going to be here and Steve will look out for you."

"Steve?" She questioned.

"Yeah, Captain America." Nat smirked. "I can introduce you both so it makes the whole change easier?" All Y/N had done was nod, Nat glanced at her watch. "He will be in the kitchen now so let's go."

Bruce ran his hands over his face as he mumbled to Steve.

"The blood sample that I took from Y/N has gone." Bruce told him. "Someone had taken it and I can't get into the security to find out who."

"Did you even do the blood work?" Steve asked him as he just shook his head no. "Do you think Tony would have taken it?"

"I don't think he would do something like that." Bruce told him.

"He is the only one who was against Y/N being treated as an innocent victim." Steve started.

"I'm not a victim." Y/N spoke up as Nat rested her hand on the girl's shoulder.

"I wasn't implying." Steve tried to rectify.

"You said it therefore you implied it." She told him. "I am a lost wolf who just wants to find her family, surely you guys would understand that."

"I do understand that." Steve spoke softly. "I'm sorry for how I worded my statement. I know you never chose any of this."

"And I choose not to be treated like a victim." She told him as Nat smirked as the two men nodded.

"Erm, Y/N, I'm Bruce." He introduced himself. "I was wondering if I could take a blood sample just so I can observe your DNA. Just a curious mind that's all."

"You want to experiment?" She questioned shakily as Bruce shook his head.

"No." He answered quickly. "I just want to make notes on how your DNA works and see if there is any way I can help you, like try and make an aconitine repellent of sorts. I want to make sure that you don't go through the pain again." Y/N observed him as she listened to his steady heartbeat, hearing how he was being truthful.

"I guess that's ok." She agreed timidly as Bruce thanked her.

"Although, I may need to do the research in my old lab back home." Bruce told Steve. "I can't trust that my research won't be stolen." He whispered before he turned to Y/N. "Come by my lab any time, Nat or Wanda can come along, whichever makes you comfortable." With that he left the kitchen, leaving Steve with the two women.

"So, I need you to look out for Y/N while I'm gone." Nat told him firmly. "You know, just make her as comfortable as possible, maybe ease her into some training, just until we get any leads."

"Of course." Steve told her before smiling at Y/N.

"Don't smile like that." Y/N told him. "It's creepy." Nat burst out laughing as Steve just nodded.

"I shall keep that in mind." He muttered before leaving.

"You know, having you here is definitely an improvement to this place." Nat told Y/N who smiled.

"When do you leave?" She questioned as Nat gave her a sad smile.

"Tonight." Nat told her. "But you can bunk with Wanda if that makes you comfortable?"

"Can't I stay in your room?" She asked shyly as Nat just nodded with a smile.

"Wanda will still check in on you though, she enjoys her movie nights." Nat told her as the two walked around the compound. The two spotted Wanda and Vision walking hand in hand. Smiling as they watched the two laugh together and smile.

"So Wanda has a boyfriend?" Y/N asked Nat with a raised brow.

"Of some sorts, yes." Nat confirmed. "Vision is a synthezoid, but he can take up a human form as such."

"That's so cool." Y/N smiled.

"Wanda can introduce the two of you if you want?" Nat asked her as Y/N nodded eagerly.

Ever since a young age, Y/N had a very inquisitive attitude. She enjoyed researching information as much as she could. She read history books, even her parents were amazed by her. Although now they wondered if she was even alive at this point.

"Nat, Y/N." Wanda smiled as she spotted the two approach them.

"Y/N wanted to meet Vision." Nat told her as she bumped Y/N's shoulder.

"You're kind of like a robot." Y/N stated as Vision nodded and both Wanda and Nat chuckled at her. "That is so cool. Do you know RoboCop was my favourite movie as a kid." The three listened as she rambled. "What gives you power? Do you have a charging port or some other source?"

"I have the power of the stone." He informed her as he showed her her true form. "It was the stone which gave Wanda her powers." Y/N looked between the two of them.

"So that's where your connection stems from." Y/N whispered as Vision nodded.

"I also do believe it evolves with every passing moment, but I do wish to understand its capabilities." Vision told them as he lightly touched the stone. "I have also learned about your abilities to phase into a wolf. Is that just a full moon thing or any time?"

"Any time." Y/N told him honestly. "Mutts are the ones who change every full moon."

"Mutt?" He questioned.

"I am pure blood, come from a long line of the Selene clan." Y/N informed him as they walked side by side. "But mutts are created when a pure blood mates with a human and then their offspring mates with another human, so on and so forth."

"Thank you for clarifying that information." He told her as she nodded, the two carried on conversing as Wanda and Nat watched as they walked behind them.

"It's like there are two of them." Wanda whispered as Nat nodded.

"I didn't know she was clever like that." Nat told Wanda. "I thought she was with Hydra since she was a kid."

"I was 12 when they took me." Y/N corrected the two. "I can also hear you, even if you were in a different room."

"We have a lot to discuss about your abilities." Vision told her. "I actually find it all delightful."

"Thank you." Y/N told him. "Maybe we can talk more later if you would like to have a walk with me."

"That would be perfect." He told her before he waved goodbye to the three of them.

"He seems cool." Y/N stated as Nat and Wanda smiled at her.

"So now you have met Bruce, Steve and Vision." Nat stated. "That leaves Clint, Bucky, Sam, Peter and Tony."

"Can that wait for another day because I need to go to Bruce." Y/N told them. "He wanted another sample to study and I told him I would."

"Come on then." Nat told her as she linked arms with her.

"Let's go." Wanda said as she took the other arm.

"It's been over a decade Aaron." Trinity told him sadly. "She may be dead."

"No." He shook his head. "I refuse to believe that our daughter is dead. She is still out there. I can smell him out there and I know he knows where she is."

"What will you do if we find Ricard?" She questioned him. "He was the one who sold us out. It was because of him we had lost a lot of our family and friends. It was because of him we had lost our daughter too!"

"I will question him. Find our daughter and then I will make him feel the pain every one of the fallen had felt before they died. The pain every one of us has felt mourning them and the pain of looking for our child." He told her through gritted teeth. "I know she is alive. I feel it in my heart that she is alive."

Nat and Clint had left on their mission, what they had never told anyone was that it was to locate Y/N's family. Fury had told the others it was a simple recon mission on another potential Hydra base. Only Steve had known the truth because it was he who requested the help of Fury and SHIELD.

Meanwhile, Y/N had made a new friend in Vision, feeling like she can trust him with details of her species and her family history. What no one knew was that Tony had been working endless hours to create a serum to eradicate their species as Bruce was doing the opposite. He wanted to make sure that Y/N and her family would be safe from any harm that may come in the future.

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Hii!! love ur fics ❤️ could you maybe write something where the reader is let’s say Trent or Ox’s sister or something, who also happens to be a football player, and she meets Darwin in one of his very first Anfield games. Maybe he’s lost or needs help in anything, I’ll let you decide that; but basically she helps him out in something and he tells her “hey i know you, you’re *player*’s sister and you also play, right?” and stuff yk and then he asks her out on a date later? Thanks!

A date?

TW: fluff

Summary: when you start your new job as a sky sports presenter the last thing you wanted was to fall head over heels for a Uruguayan striker.

"Y/n!" Trent shouted as he made his way back into the training rooms. You had just started your job in media for sky sports, which meant more football talk, more cold evenings standing at random stadiums and a whole lot more flirty footballers.

"Trent!" You shouted back in the same manner as you noticed your brother run back into the tunnel. You stood inside Anfield with yourself and Jamie Carragher as you waited for your queue to go outside. You still couldn't get used to the idea of having to spend way more time with your brother, as much as you loved him he did still seem to get on your nerves.

"You alright?" He asked with a smile as he swung his arm around your small shoulders. You pulled your face at the act of the already sweaty body attached to your side.

"Trent you are so sweaty" You explained trying to push your way from him without gagging. He simply laughed at your dramatics and went on his way into the changing room.

"Brother and sister love ey?" Jamie asked with a laugh as you simply shuck your head in annoyance at his question. You both got the heads up to go out onto the pitch. As you both wandered out you noticed a tall confused-looking man standing at the end of the tunnel. "Darwin!" Jamie called with a smile as he noticed the new uragyuan signing. His head snapped up at the announcement of his name.

"Jamie?" Darwin said as in a question as he wasn't completely sure if his brain was correct as to who it was in front of him. The striker had recognised the man from many champions league nights at Anfield and many interviews stood outside in the cold English weather.

"Are you alright? The lads have just come inside" Jamie pointed out as he pointed to the changing room where the lads were racing into. You stood silently next to the ex Liverpool player as you both tried to make sense of the strikers actions.

"Klopp told me to wait for him!" He said with a smile as he also started to make sense of his own doing. "I guess he has forgotten" He added with a laugh as his hand glided across his slick back bun.

"Y/n you wait with him for a second whilst I grab Klopp he is only down there" Jamie explained as he ran off to find the german manager standing on the pitch talking to his assistant manager. You nervously stood next to the man not knowing what words were best in this situation.

"So do you like it here?" You asked with a smile as you looked up at the 6-foot-2 player. You had never noticed how perfectly placed his eyes were and how his lips turned up into the warmest and most inviting smile. The feeling of butterflies was the only emotion taking over you right now. Every action of his own sent your legs into jelly and your mouth watering.

"Yes I do very much," He said back with a small giggle as he messed with the shin pads placed in his hands. His eyes were attached to you as if he was trying to make something clear in his mind. "Your Trent's sister right?" He quickly asked with relief as his mind finally clicked into place.

"Oh yes, I am," You said carefully, slightly taken back at his level of knowledge about you. "I work for sky sports now with Jamie" You added trying to stay clear of the point of being Trent Alexander Arnolds' sister. As much as you loved your brother being a footballer, you also loved the idea of making a name for yourself and not being someone's relative.

"Wow that's cool" He replied with those sparkling dark orbs. Your eyes were attached to his delicately sculpted face and his perfect sun-kissed glow.

"Darwin! Let's get you inside, your going to start tonight Bobby has picked up an injury" Klopp explained with hushed tones from the tunnel as he ushered the man inside. Klopp shot you a wide grin at the familiar sighting of you. "I have an interview with you after the game don't I?" Klopp added as he pushed open the changing room door for darwin.

"Yes! me and Jamie" You explained as your eyes where magnets to the large body going through the door. Darwin sent you a signature smirk as he passed through and you could of sworn your legs where about to buckle in. You had never seen the man in this light before but you couldn't help but want more from him.

As the minutes went by and you were sat hoping and waiting in the extra time your eyes yet again wandered over to the striker running for his dear life. You couldn't help but admire the way his hand came to his forehead pushing away the beads of sweat which ran down his face and the way he shouted to his teammates for the ball. He was adapting so quickly and as were you, you were adapting to his appearance more and more. You urged him to speak to him again. The final whistle blew and the sound of the Kop was the one thing to be heard. You jumped up out of your seats in the media room with glee as the celebrations were among you. Darwin had managed a hattrick causing a wave of proud emotions to come through your body.

As soon as you arrived on the pitch to interview some of the chosen players your eyes immediately met Darwins. He was standing answering a million and one questions from someone until his eyes captured yours, he shot you a cheeky wink before continuing with his interview.

"I think someone fancies you" Jamie pointed out as he nudged your arm with a laugh. You rolled your eyes at the man beside you as you moved your head away quickly to avoid any attention on your blushing cheeks.

"Oh shut up its just cocky footballers" You explained with a laugh as you lied straight through your teeth. Jamie knew you were lying yet the idea of him broadcasting it across the world whilst the man in question and your brother were around didn't seem to appealing. As you shuck the words that Jamie said off of you, you noticed the familiar man walking towards you, clearly finished with the press.

"Have you got a second?" Darwin asked you as he stood next to Jamie opposite you.

"Actually I am supposed to do an inte-"

"She has more than a second" Jamie said cutting you off and pushing you towards the man. You gave him a stern look before following Darwin down the tunnel. You could have killed Jamie at that very moment but you were also thankful. Your nerves were the one thing that was going to stop you in this whole situation.

"Is everything ok?" You softly asked as he took you both to one side.

"Yeah, everything is great actually" He started with his sweet Uragyuan accent running through your ears. "I was just wondering if you wanted to go out with me tonight. you know for some drinks?" He asked with a soft smile and sparkly eyes. Your heart stopped in your body at his ask, you thought the idea of equal attraction was far from the truth but it was not.

"I finish work late" You started as you watched his face turn low and his expression becomes somewhat of a sour view. "So it would have to be a late drink, around nine?" You added with a smile as you watched his face light up at the added news and question. You hoped this was the start of something so much more, rather than just a cocky footballer. You were thanking God for your brothers' great football skills and your skills at being an incredible media member.

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Robbo’s Wedding

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Trent meets a girl at Robbo’s wedding. Someone who looks so angelic, he can’t stop staring. He wonders if he should make a move on her.

Trent was absolutely jet-lagged. It was a bad one. He felt extremely tired, he had started to feel dizzy, and he was longing for the comfortable queen-sized bed back in his hotel room. It was incredibly irritating for him that this wedding was going at a very slow pace.

Trent had planned to sneak out early from the wedding. This was the first wedding of a friend that he ever took part in, and his mum had reminded him that it would be impolite to leave a wedding before the cake-cutting, so he stayed. But apparently Robbo wasn’t kidding when he’d said that he was going to celebrate all day long. The Portugal sun was going down but the newlyweds hadn’t even had their first dance yet.

He was starting to lose his focus, he couldn’t even keep up with the conversations the lads were engaging themselves in. Virgil started a conversation about pre-season but a moment later they were talking about Ox’s new car—and Hendo noticed that Trent was slightly dozing off.

“Go freshen yourself up, lad,” the captain said, patting Trent on his shoulder. Trent almost jolted to full consciousness. A piercing pain shot on the top of his head, making him wince. “I’m sure it’s going to begin shortly.”

“Yeah, you said that fifteen minutes ago,” Trent groaned. “Call me when it’s about to begin.”

Trent left the table and sneaked himself out to the restroom. A crazy idea crossed his mind, to just flee from the wedding and get back to his hotel, but he knew it was irrational, especially when he knew that it was his fault after all. He had extended his holiday by one day so he’d had no time to rest before the wedding.

But no one said he couldn’t take a nap. All he needed to do was just close his eyes for five minutes, or maybe ten, and he’d be fine. It sounded like a better plan than just washing his face to wake himself up.

So instead of turning to the left where the restroom was, Trent took the right turn, bringing himself to the other side of the building.

–

Trent squinted his stinging eyes open. He blinked them a few times as he looked around with knitted eyebrows. Green bushes, flower bushes, trees, a fountain on the left, a wooden bench across from him—he was in a garden. The sky was dark, but the garden lamps were lit, and the lights fell upon a figure that was standing in front of him.

“Hey.” The voice was sweet and belonged to a woman wearing a pink dress with a flower crown sitting on her head.

Trent took a deep breath. Okay, where was he again? Trent didn’t remember, he hadn’t yet; his eyes and head felt heavy, and his neck… Oh, his neck. He stretched his neck and felt a strain on the back of it, his hand went to caress it with his hand.

And then he looked up. The woman in the pink dress was still staring at him. There was a small smile plastered across her face. She looked beautiful, almost angelic, and when she batted her eyelashes, Trent felt his heart skipping a beat and inside his mind he thought, “Am I in heaven?”

She let out a short giggle as she blushed. “This place is heaven-like but unfortunately you’re not in heaven.”

Oh… Oh! Apparently Trent had said it out loud. He gritted his teeth as he finally regained his full consciousness, feeling a little hit on his cheeks. “Oh, God, sorry.”

“It’s fine.” She shrugged. “I’m sorry to wake you up but your phone was ringing. It fell to the ground.” In her hand was a phone in a red case which Trent believed belonged to him. He took it and stared at the screen. There were two missed calls from Hendo.

“Ah, yes… Thank you. I must’ve—” He shook his head, feeling silly because he literally had fallen asleep on a bench in the middle of a wedding. “I must’ve fallen asleep. I’m, uhh, very jet-lagged.”

“I see. Well, I was just walking by and I saw you. I think you have to go back because the reception is about to start… Again.”

Trent checked his watch. He must have fallen asleep for fifteen minutes or so. “Oh, yeah, Robbo’s gonna kill me if I’m not there for the first dance.”

“We better hurry, then. Well, I need to hurry,” she said as she started walking away. “See you later.”

“Yeah, thank you again.”

Trent watched on as she was leaving, walking so gracefully under the lights. She looked over her shoulder at him, flashed him her sweet smile that made his heart skip a beat again. Trent responded also with a smile just in time before she disappeared to the hallways.

—

“Stop staring. You’re being a creep.” Ox’s voice almost startled Trent. The man leaned into his ear and whispered right beside it.

“What d’you mean?” Trent got defensive instantly. He would never admit that deep down inside he was embarrassed because he was caught looking at her. Her, the girl he had met at the garden earlier, that he called an angel.

“Make a move if you fancy her. Don’t just sit here,” Ox advised, casually sipping on his drink. “Today is literally the only day you see her, you don’t know if your path is gonna cross again. You sure you won’t regret it if you miss this chance?”

Ox’s words lingered in Trent’s mind. He’d just been sitting there watching all the family and friends dancing. The newlyweds had had their first dance and had cut the cake, and Trent had thought that he would just sneak out. But he found himself reluctant to even move from his seat. It wasn’t because he didn’t have enough energy to jump on the dance floor.

It was because he had the perfect view of her dancing from where he was sitting.

She had this glow that made Trent couldn’t get his eyes off her. He pondered on the idea again, that maybe she was a real angel. The way her face and eyes lit up, the way she was feeling herself, dancing freely to the music, the way she smiled made him tingling with something he couldn’t even quite figure out.

Maybe Ox was right. Maybe he did fancy her. Robbo was his bestest friend but he wasn’t the one who made him stay at this party.

“Where are you going?” Trent was surprised because Ox suddenly stood up, rolling his sleeves up to his elbow.

“Making my move.” He said, winking his left eye. Trent's eyes followed him as he strutted confidently to the dance floor, approaching a brunette girl in a coral dress. Ox tapped the girl's shoulder and she greeted him with a smile.

Trent wondered if he should make his move too.

—

He didn’t make the move.

The next day, Trent boarded the plane that was going to take him home with heavy steps, because the only thing he could think about since he woke up this morning was her. Her with her pink dress and flower crown. Her sweet smile and her beautiful brown eyes, or were they hazel? Trent didn’t even get to figure it out.

Ox had made fun of him before they had left for the airport this afternoon, saying that Trent was a real coward for not taking the chance. Ox didn’t understand what he was afraid of.

Maybe it was because Trent was jet-lagged and he didn’t trust himself enough to present himself in front of a girl. Certainly not a girl who looked like an angel. Or maybe it was the what-ifs. What if he fell for her but she apparently lived on the other side of the country? What if she wasn’t interested in him too? What if she had a boyfriend? And if it was just going to be a one-time thing, Trent didn’t want it. He wasn’t in the right mind after all, so he thought that the sparks would just go away when he finally was, which had been proven to be wrong.

He was so wrong. But thankfully, the universe was kind enough to give him a second chance.

Trent was just getting himself comfortable in his seat, putting his purse on the little compartment and putting the pillow on his lap. He was planning to just get a little nap or watch a movie on this two-hour flight.

People were still passing the aisles looking for their seats with the flight attendants helping. Trent wasn’t paying attention, until a familiar voice approached. He furrowed his eyebrows as he slowly raised his head.

Trent’s heart stopped when he realised who the girl in the brown jumper was, who was about to take a seat beside him.

“It’s you.” The words escaped his lips in a surprised tone, almost astonished.

His voice was loud enough for her to catch so she turned her head instantly. Her tired eyes suddenly lit up when she realised that it was Trent.

“It’s you!” She looked just as surprised as him. “Oh, what a coincidence!”

Trent’s lips curved into a smile, a quite silly one, without him realising. She excitedly took her seat and rolled down the partition that separated them.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she chortled. “I saw you leaving the party early last night.” She said, striking up a conversation immediately.

“Y— yeah. I did. Wanted to stay longer but—“

“You were jet-lagged,” she cut him off. And Trent nodded. “You didn’t even go to the dance floor.”

It wasn’t hard for Trent to catch the hint of disappointment in her voice. No, he wasn’t just making it up, because her smile also faltered a little bit.

“Yeah… I was jet-lagged.” Trent gritted his teeth, instant regret downing on him. That sounded so stupid, she knew that already, Trent. “And— We’re gonna get back to training tomorrow so… I’m saving up the energy.”

She made a face, a questioning one that also looked like she was impressed. “That’s some real dedication, that. It’s summer break, you don’t even let yourself party?”

“I do. I did, actually, I had plenty of fun. But the holiday's over, I’m afraid.”

“Time to get back to reality, huh?”

Reality would be better if it had you in it. That was a wild thought, he didn’t know where it came from. All he knew right now was, she was just as mesmerising as she was last night in her pretty dress, though right now she was only wrapped in a simple brown jumper with no makeup on her face. She was naturally pretty. Trent had to shift his gaze to stop his heart from racing more.

Brown. Her eyes were in a dark brown shade.

“I’m sorry. But I didn’t get to ask your name,” he said. He extended his hand to introduce himself. “I’m Trent.”

She took it immediately. Trent felt a little bit of electricity inside him when their hands touched. She smiled and told him her name.

“Nice to officially know you, Trent,” she said. Trent loved how his name rolled out from her tongue, how sweet she sounded when she said it.

Her voice was definitely going to be playing in his mind over and over again, like it had been since the first time he heard it yesterday.

—

It was the best flight Trent had ever been on. He may be exaggerating it, but it wasn’t every day that he wished the flight would take longer. The two and a half hours flight felt so quick. Trent wasn’t the most sociable person or good at talking, but with her it felt so easy. The conversations were smooth and it didn’t take long for him to feel comfortable enough with her to throw some jokes. And the best thing was, she laughed at his jokes.

She was a really nice person. She was a little bit shy but actually very fun to be with; the first part reminded him of himself. Trent learned a lot about her, including the most important parts like how they actually lived in the same city and that she had no boyfriend waiting for her at home. She told him about her job, a little bit about her hobbies, and he found everything about her interesting. He really liked her. His heart fluttered every time she smiled, he felt so calm listening to her voice, and every time he stared at her eyes, he just wanted to be lost in them.

They got off the plane together, went through immigration together, got their luggages together, like they travelled together. But it was actually just Trent’s excuse so he could stay longer with her. It seemed like she was doing the same, because she kept waiting for Trent so they could go together and walk side by side with their suitcases trailing behind them.

Their steps got slower as they approached the exit gate. Trent felt something tugging at the bottom of his heart. A voice in his head kept telling him to do something. Make a move! If he walked out that gate without having her number or inviting her to his games, he knew he’d regret it.

He didn’t want her to just be some random person from Robbo’s wedding. He wanted them to be friends, if they didn’t already, or even more than that. Definitely more than that.

“So… This is it.” She said with a sheepish smile as they stopped before the gate. She let out a sigh and it sounded heavy. “I guess this is goodbye?”

See? She looks disappointed! Trent was trying to convince himself that he wasn’t the only one who didn’t want this, whatever this was, to come to an end.

“It doesn’t have to be goodbye,” Trent blurted out. He didn’t quite know yet what to do but he needed to act fast. “It’s been, uh— It’s been a pleasure for me to spend some time with you and I’ve really enjoyed it. So maybe… Maybe we can hang out sometimes.”

“Really?”

“Of course! Would you… Would you like that?”

She briefly bit her lower lip and Trent felt his stomach flutter when he caught it. She nodded shyly, giving him a brighter smile which he replied with the same bright smile.

“I’m gonna need your number, then.” Trent gave her his red-cased phone and she enthusiastically took it, writing her number down. Trent quickly saved it as her name with a smiley face beside it.

“Thank you. I’ll call you,” he said.

“I’ll be waiting.”

“Okay. Uh— Can I give you a hug?” Trent slightly opened his arms. He sounded more confident this time.

She didn’t answer, but immediately took one and a half steps forward, eliminating the distance that separated them and fell into his embrace. Trent wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she wrapped hers around his middle. He wished she couldn’t hear or feel his racing heartbeat but even if she did, he wouldn’t really feel embarrassed.

“See you again,” Trent said when he found her eyes again, caressing her shoulder lightly.

Her hand rested on his chest for a second before she gave it a light tap.

“See you again,” she repeated.

Trent couldn’t wait until their next meeting. He’d taken his chance and he felt absolutely amazing. He was already imagining their first date, their first kiss, and the first time she wore a Liverpool shirt with his name on it. She was already someone special.

She definitely wasn’t just some girl he met at Robbo’s wedding.

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inspired by this interview. i wrote this fic in august but i forgot to post it!!

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