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literaryavenger · 3 months

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Back To You - Steve Rogers

Summary: You've always been there for Steve, and now you're watching him go back to the girl he always wanted.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Angst. Maybe language. Fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: This was supposed to be a Reader x Steve story, but I was too tempted to make reader end up with Bucky. So I decided to make two separate endings, the original with Steve and an alternate one where she ends with Bucky, if only for @ordelixx who gave me the idea. I'd also like to thank @mrsbuckybarnes1917 for the idea and for helping me write about other characters.

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You know what’s about to happen. You know he’s gonna leave, you know he’s not gonna come back, you know you’ll never see him again.

You know he’s gonna try to have the life he always wanted with the girl he always wanted. The girl he loves.

And that girl is not you.

You watch him as he says goodbye to Bucky, you know he knows as well as you do that his best friend isn’t coming back.

Then Steve turns to you and you try your best to smile.

“I wish I had met you earlier.” he whispers as he kisses you on the forehead and you know in that instant this is really goodbye.

You smile and nod, not being able to get a word out, willing yourself not to cry.

He walks onto the platform and soon he’s gone.

You’ve been by Steve’s side ever since he came back from the ice. You were the agent assigned to watch over him, you were there when he woke up and had to run after him when he freaked out.

You were there during the battle of New York, during the fall of Shield in DC, during the whole Ultron incident and in Lagos.

You were on his side for the Accords, and you were by his side in London as he said goodbye to the love of his life.

You were there with him and Sam in Romania to try and help Bucky, you were arrested with them and then helped fight the Winter Soldier, yet again.

You were on his side to fight against Tony and the rest of the Avengers, you got arrested again and were broken out of the Raft by him.

You spent two years on the run with him, and fought next to him in Wakanda.

You watched his dumb ass try to fight Thanos barehanded and you were quickly knocked down when you tried to help him.

You snapped like half the universe and apparently lost 5 years of your life. You came back, thanks to him, and fought against Thanos one last time.

And now you're watching him leave.

You were there to help him get accustomed to the 21st century, you were there for him on sleepless nights.

You were there for him as he cried for his lost friends, his lost love and his lost life. He always came to you when he needed to talk, to be held, help sleeping and even advise.

And you were always there for him, falling in love little by little against your better judgement.

You’re brought back to the present as you hear Sam freaking out on Bruce because Steve missed his mark and didn’t come back.

You look at Bucky and you both know what this means. He gives you a sympathetic smile and you try to give a smile back but fail.

You look away from him and take a deep breath. You turn around and start walking away.

You’re done here, and about to break down. Something you never allowed yourself to do in front of anybody, with the exception of Steve.

And now he’s gone.

You get in your car and quickly drive away, not looking back. You drive straight to Steve’s apartment.

You’ve been staying there since you came back while the compound gets fixed since your old apartment has been someone else’s home for the past 5 years.

Five years. That’s how long you’ve been gone. That’s how much of life you’ve missed.

And now you’re left to pick up the pieces of your life by yourself, along with your broken heart.

If you were completely honest with yourself you always knew it wouldn’t have worked with Steve. You’ve never thought you were remotely good enough for him, and that was before even comparing yourself to Peggy.

There was no doubt in your mind that she was Steve’s soulmate, and you’ve talked about her enough times to know he thought the same.

- Original Ending -

You’re taken out of your thoughts by a knock on your door. You frown and cautiously walk to it, picking up your gun from its hiding place under the coffee table.

It’s probably nothing but better safe than sorry, right?

You take a peek from the peephole and frown even more when you see that whoever’s on the other side of the door covered it.

You ready your gun and take a deep breath, your hand on the doorknob. You open and lose no time pointing right in front of you, but you almost drop your gun along with your jaw when you see who’s standing there.

You almost feel like you’re dreaming so you pinch yourself, which makes him laugh and when that sound hits your ears you know you’re not hallucinating either.

Steve Rogers, the same face you’ve always known, standing right in front of you.

For a moment neither of you say anything, then he decides that maybe you’re too in shock to talk so he breaks the silence.

“I’ve never knocked on my own door before. That was a wild ride.” He laughs again and at the sound you can’t help but let the tears you’ve been trying so hard to keep in fall.

The moment he sees the first tear Steve’s face falls and then he’s wrapping his arms around you, your face buried in his chest.

You slowly bring your own arms to wrap around his waist, almost worried that if you make any sudden moves he’s gonna disappear.

Once your arms are around him too, you realize it’s all real and he’s actually there and you let yourself go, crying your eyes out and clinging to him.

Suddenly, he picks you up and you hang onto him for dear life as he carries you back inside the apartment, closing the front door and then goes to sit on the couch with a still crying you on his lap.

He does nothing more than run his hand through your hair, rubbing your back with the other and letting you get it all out.

After a few minutes you start to calm down and finally get your voice back. “I thought you were gone forever.”

Of all the reactions he could’ve had, he surprises you with the only one you don't expect by chuckling. “You never were very patient, were you, sweetheart?”

You look up at him and frown, sniffling and softly say “What do you mean? You were gone… Bruce said you missed your mark.”

He nods and wipes away the rest of your tears while he talks. “I did. I put the wrong time by mistake. You know me and technology.”

“But… You and Peggy…” your frown is still in place, just not being able to believe that he came back.

Did you read the signs wrong? Was he always planning on coming back? Almost like he can read your mind, he starts giving you some answers, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Once I was done returning the stones, I knew I had a chance to go back to the 40s and I was gonna take it. I thought I wanted to take it. But I couldn’t.”

“Why not?” You ask in a whisper.

“Because of you, doll.” He says without missing a beat with a sweet smile. “All I could think about was you. Your smile, your laugh, your strength. The way you tried so hard to be happy for me even though you thought I was leaving forever. The mere thought of not seeing you, not talking to you, not having you by my side, it killed me.”

You’re almost crying again, but you make yourself talk, needing clarification, your voice still quiet. “What are you saying, Steve?”

“I’m saying, there is no me and Peggy. It’s me and you. It’s been me and you from day one.” He takes your face in his hands and leans in more, your faces only inches apart. “And I’m an idiot for taking this long to figure it out. I’m sorry, sweetheart. Can you forgive me?”

You swallow down the tears threatening to fall again and waste no time before nodding, maybe a little too eagerly but you don’t really care, and he doesn’t seem to mind either judging by his smile.

“I forgive you, Steve.” The words are barely out of your mouth before Steve is leaning in the rest of the way and kissing you.

You kiss back without thinking twice about it and after a few seconds you pull back, big goofy smiles on both your faces.

You spent the rest of the afternoon like this, cuddling and talking and just enjoying each other’s company.

You didn’t do much, it wasn’t much different from the endless number of days you spent together, but you couldn’t help but feel like this was the best day of your life.

And even if you didn’t know it, Steve was thinking the exact same thing.

After all, what is better than spending the day cuddling with the girl he always needed? The girl he loves.

And that girl is you.

- Alternative Ending -

You’re taken out of your thoughts by a knock on your door. You frown and cautiously walk to it, picking up your gun from its hiding place under the coffee table.

It’s probably nothing but better safe than sorry, right?

You take a peek from the peephole and immediately roll your eyes, lowering your gun while opening the door.

“I guess you weren’t expecting company.” Bucky says, more amused than anything when he sees the gun in your hand.

You make no attempt to try and hide your annoyance as you roll your eyes again. “What are you doing here, Barnes?”

It’s not that you don’t like Bucky, you just don’t know him all that well if not only thanks to the stories Steve shared of him in the 40s.

“I thought I’d make sure you were okay. You ran out of there pretty fast.”

“Yeah, well, he’s gone. It’s a done deal, don’t see why I had to stick around.” You say crossing your arms defensively.

Bucky doesn’t seem to mind your response as he simply leans on the doorway and keeps talking. “He was disappointed not to see you.”

You frown, beyond confused by a single and simple sentence. Bucky smiles and elaborates. “He lived a life. And he’s old now, but still alive.”

“Oh.” is all you can say. Steve old? You can’t even imagine it.

“He gave the shield to Sam.” Bucky continues, just making conversation.

“Really? I would’ve thought he’d give it to you if he had to choose.” Bucky frowns a little and tilts his head, seeming genuinely confused.

“Why would he give it to me?”

You shrug. “I don’t know, you were his best friend, you’re a supersoldier. I guess I just assumed.”

“None of that matters, Sam is a good man. He deserves it.” He argues, then quickly adds. “Don’t tell him I said that.”

You grin and nod, then say. “For what it’s worth you’re a good man too, Bucky. Steve thought the world of you, trust me. He never stopped thinking highly of you.”

That was nothing more than a simple reassurance for you, but for Bucky it was so much more than that.

He knew you were talking about his time as the Winter Soldier. You were telling him that, even knowing about all that, Steve never let that influence his opinion of his former best friend. He still knew who Bucky was, deep down.

Bucky never heard words like that coming from anyone that’s not Steve, and you said it so casually, like you really believe it and to you it’s no big deal to just say it.

But for him, it was everything.

You didn’t know it then, but that was the moment Bucky started falling for you.

“Why are you checking up on me, Bucky? Really?” You say after a moment, breaking the silence that fell between you.

“Steve made me promise to take care of you before he left.” He said simply.

Bucky didn’t know it then, but that was the moment your heart broke completely.

You managed to keep yourself from breaking right then and there, but Bucky could see that something was wrong.

He didn’t push it though, making conversation a little more before saying goodbye with the promise that he’d be back the next day.

And that’s what he did.

In fact, he came back everyday, no matter what, to check on you.

It started out as quick visits where he wouldn’t even enter the door, then you started inviting him in for coffee because you felt bad he came to Steve’s apartment everyday, always refusing to let you meet him somewhere else.

After a while you started inviting him for meals, to watch a movie or just to hang out.

You almost didn’t know how, but at one point you started to really look forward to Bucky’s visits everyday, getting excited every time he knocked on the door.

It was the best part of your day, really.

You knew Bucky felt the same, it was like you both knew what was slowly happening between you and you had a silent understanding not to discuss it.

You also never discussed your feelings for Steve, but you felt like Bucky somehow knew nonetheless.

But the more time you spent with Bucky the more those feelings seemed to fade.

You still loved Steve, still missed him, you could feel yourself letting go of him with every time you spent time with Bucky, every time he made you laugh, every time your hands would accidentally touch.

You could feel yourself falling in love with Bucky and, this time, it felt right. This time you didn’t even try to stop it.

And it seemed like Bucky felt the same way.

Time after time he became more bold with his flirting, with physical touch, until eventually he was shamelessly hitting on you and cuddling you every time he could.

And, when you made no attempt whatsoever to stop him, it was the only signal he needed to keep going.

One day, after about a year of his daily visits, he couldn’t hold back anymore and kissed you, overjoyed when you kissed him back. He asked you out right after and you didn’t hesitate to say yes.

It was the best first date of your life, but to be fair you’d been hanging out and basically dating for almost a year, so it felt simple. Effortless and uncomplicated.

It was everything both of you needed. Your feelings for Steve were almost gone now, which is why you couldn’t even begin to explain what happened yesterday.

You were out with Bucky, hand in hand as you walked around the park, just enjoying the sunshine, when you could swear you saw Steve, not old Steve but your Steve, just standing there, looking at you and Bucky.

It was for a second, you merely glanced in his direction and by the time you turned back he was gone.

Bucky didn’t notice anything, if not only the way you tensed and stopped in your tracks.

You thought about telling him what you thought you saw, but even you knew how crazy you would’ve sounded. So you said nothing and shrugged it off.

Because it was nothing.

Right?

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goldsbitch · 3 months

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I gave so many signs

summary: First unrequited love is not the one to ever leave your mind. Y/N looks back at her missed connection with Charles Leclerc from the time they were just teenagers and regrets having him slip away.

song fic (disclaimer: rights belong to the respectable owners)

exile - Taylor Swift Lie to me - 5 Seconds of Summer (feat. Julia Michaels) Worst of you - Maisie Peters

warning: Present time, the past

Coming back home to Monaco always brought a sour smile to her face. She loved growing up in this strange small town where everyone knew each other and celebrities came to show off and then went back to wherever, to tell stories of Monte Carlo.

They say that you get to experience three very different real loves in your lifetime - and only if you're lucky, it would be with the same person. Her first love was Charles Leclerc.

I saw you lookin' brand new overnight I caught you lookin' too, but you didn't look twice

Visiting family was the reason why she always came back, but going out with the few girls from high school who stayed there was a treat she dared not to miss. There is just something about hanging out with those people who helped one buy the first eyeshadow and with whom she pregamed at one of their step dad's dermatology office before going on trying to get into any club that would allow minors in. So there she was once again, at the old time spot, having a harder time to hold her alcohol since she'd passed the magic non hangover years. And to her luck, he walked in only a bare half an hour later than her.

Whenever she saw him, even after those years, it was like everyone else had dissapeared from the room. He seemed to age like wine.

It's 3 AM and the moonlight's testing me I know that you've been holding on to someone else And now I can't sleep

"Come here to me," she teased, moving closer to him. He tried to stop her and playfully pushed himself the furthest away possible the couch would allow. "Charlie, let me see!" she insisted and sat on top of him. She had to act quickly, there would be no way for her to keep the upper hand. He was just turning eighteen soon and the time in gym was starting to bring back results. "I do not have any hairline, Y/N," he gasped, annoyed. His tone changed. Back then she interpreted it as just him being done with her shit. Looking at it now, there probably was a different reason why he became more stiff. She sat on him, going through his hair and taking few photos, blissfully unaware. "I'll show this to you in a few years and we'll see! Ha!" Charles eyes were shooting arrows in her direction. She looked back at him, curious and not grasping the moment in the same way as he did. "What?" she asked simply. "Nothing..."

I can see you standing, honey With his arms around your body Laughin', but the joke's not funny at all

She laughed a bit at that memory as she sipped her drink and tried her best to avoid keeping looking back at him as he sat with his current friends and an absolute gorgeous girl laughing at his joke. She knew who she was. Sometimes she peaked at his socials and then blocked him again right away. She certainly knew he had her blocked.

They went to different schools and Charles had his racing activities anyway. So they'd spent a lot of time texting. A lot.

It was just one of the horrifically long school days where she doubted the point of her existence. Life had to be more than sitting in a pointless computer science class. She wanted to be a big lawyer girl boss one day, so why would she ever care about programming. There she was, staring at the assignment from the teacher who was stuck in 20th century anyway, having little to no clue what to do. As she'd usually do, she texted Charles. Bombed him with twenty texts demanding attention, before he finally responded. "OMG i thought someone had died" "i am dying charles" "no your not" "*you're" "i can go back to my race simulator if you keep being a little shit" "nooo, please dont go. you're my only hope. sorry, your. i get it, you got out of the school too early." "that's it, i'm gone" "noo, please stay, I'll be nice and say nice things about you" "i'm staying, go on" "you are absolutely gorgeous" "yes, agree. more" "you are soo funny, amazing, future heart breaker and your passion for racing is so inspiring" "i like this. more"

Second, third, and hundredth chances Balancin' on breaking branches Those eyes add insult to injury

They were inseparable, yet nobody knew. Always meeting alone, because they did not need anyone and their social circles didn't really meet together. Whenever he was back in town, the two of them would hit up their favorite caf�� or hang out at his house and then go for a walk. The two of them walked around Monte Carlo as if they were suppose to be the cartographers creating the first map of that area ever. Those were the good old days that came to end very unexpectedly.

We always walked a very thin line You didn't even hear me out (Didn't even hear me out) You never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs)

His hands were shaking when he sent the email. But he just could not take it anymore. He was over the moon in love with her and didn't know how to contain it.

"there is no easy way to say this. i love you. sorry. i'm stupid and i know we're just friends. but i basically live only for racing and seeing you. i'm terrified of seeing you with someone else. if there is at least a cell in your body that feels the same, please let's meet up and talk about it. if not, do not reply and i will never mention this again and deal with it. i love you."

She was seventeen when she got his message out of the blue. A scared little girl who was petrified of feelings and anything relationship related. So she never replied to his email.

All this time I never learned to read your mind I couldn't turn things around (I couldn't turn things around) 'Cause you never gave a warning sign (You never gave a warning sign)

Charles had a very little hope that she'd feel the same - why would she, such an amazing person, kind, fun and totally glorified in his eyes, so he could not even imagine him being worthy of her. But what if? What if he was enough? With every day when she did not respond to his email, his heart sank lower. Still, the pain of the first rejection is a hard one to take, because it's usually from a scared unexperienced heart to another and the clumsiness causes great deal of accidental collateral damage one remembers until the end of their life.

You're not my homeland anymore So what am I defending now? You were my town, now I'm in exile, seein' you out

She texted him from school few days after that - a normal text, as if nothing happened. Both of them were too chicken to address the situation openly. So he opted for buring his feeling and she for playing like she had no idea. Deep down, she always knew, even before he emailed her. They texted, continued to meet up. But it was never the same again.

Flashing back to New York City I was done, but you undid me Classic me to run when it feels right

It was hard to get closure for her. After all that had happened and the mess the two made for each other was a hard lesson she remembered vividly. She glanced at your first love again - and finally she met his look, after almost two years of managing to missing each other while they were both back in Monaco. She'd daydreamed about bumping into him, the two chatting and smiling again. The world stopped again for few moments. He shot her an unsure quick half smile that said it all. She knew him too well for that.

And now I wish we never met 'Cause you're too hard to forget While I'm cleaning up your mess I know he's taking off your dress

It was her prom night and she could not be more excited. All her friends were here, family, even Charles managed to get in town to watch her dance and drink all night. She had the night of her life, perfect end to end this chapter of life. The excitement her eyes held was contagious. She spent the first half of her evening with the family and Charles, sharing few dances and laughs. If felt like the good old days. But one shot of tequila led to another and there she was, drunk as pirate and unhinged like a teenage girl. Charles did his best to keep her parents at bay, keep them occupied while he got one of his friends to take care of her. He was worried she might do something stupid, like walk up to the stage and fall down breaking all of her bones. Finally, her parents decided to leave without having to saying goodbye to her after Charles spent a good half an hour convincing them she was just in the back stage and that he'd get her home safe. When they were gone, he began to search for her, only to finally find her sitting on the stairs, making out with the friend he assigned to keep an eye on her.

So take me to every party and just talk to your friends Why don't you let me down, I'll let you do it again Go on and walk all over me, just don't walk away Give me the worst of you 'Cause I want you anyway

It was like being cut open alive and having people watch. There was nothing even remotely graceful about her actions, she was literally sitting on the floor having a battle of tongues with another drunk teenager while people had to walk pass her. It was embarrassing. Charles didn't know what to do. He wanted to run away and never come back, but he couldn't leave her there alone. He couldn't bring himself to stop the two of his friends, because he was just too sad and heartbroken to do so. He just stayed nearby and kept an eye on them. It was one of the longest nights in his life.

She couldn't remember the second half of her prom night and Charles would never speak of it, even though she begged him many times. He always became stiff and started to leave the room. She only kept asking, because it marked one of the biggest shifts in their friendships. He became cold, unresponsive and after few weeks, he stopped communicating completely.

You were my town, now I'm in exile, seein' you out I think I've seen this film before

Funny how people's faces change with years, but the eyes stay the same. The eyes and the look. Charles looked at her the second time this evening. It was like staring back at the eighteen year old boy who was drowning in his feeling.

It was one of her last nights in Monaco before leaving for university. Finally, her dreams were coming true. She was more than ready to get our to show the world she was a force to be reckoned with. She sent Charles countless messages before her final departure, at that moment, she was sure she'll never ever get back to Monaco and wanted to at least understand why he became distant. One evening, he finally agreed to meet up and talk. She was over the moon. Knowing that she could always turn Charles over, she left feeling confident - he was one the very few people she was sure shared the same soul as her. It was as if they'd never stopped talking. Jokes flying everywhere, the two of them strolling around, having no idea this would be the last time (and maybe, that was better for her at the time). There was so much to share, the two kept talking over each other for hours. Charles was happy when she finally stopped to take a breath for a moment. She looked him in the eye and saw a look she'd seen countless of times on his face. There was a shift in her mind and out of nowhere, she was kissing the boy she'd been unknowingly in love for years. She'd realize that she loved him only once she started dating a random guy from her college, expecting the same feeling Charles gave her. But it never came. Had she known, she'd have stayed with him. He tried to convince her to start dating him. Almost begged her to try it with him long distance. But there was a whole world for you to discover, places to be and versions of her that needed discovering. She had kissed only once. But it was a kiss of a lifetime. He blocked her on all socials after she rejected him again.

I never learned to read your mind (Never learned to read my mind) I couldn't turn things around (You never turned things around) 'Cause you never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs) So many signs, so many signs You didn't even see the signs

The girls were laughing at some joke she missed while digging in her memory for traces of her first love. Charles Leclerc. He was sitting few tables away from her. This time, her heart sank as he kissed his girlfriend on the cheek as they walked away from the bar. She wanted to run to him, to talk to him again after all those years. To tell him the same thing he once emailed her. To explain that she was just too young to notice she had the love of her life right next to you. But she knew all too well what his answer would be. And just like he had back then, she never wanted to hear it out loud.

And I know that you don't, but if I ask you if you love me I hope you lie, lie, lie, lie, lie to me

part 2

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sissylittlefeather · 4 months

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How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 8

A/N: Another installment in the time travel/soulmate AU with Elvis and a fem!reader. This is a short kind of bridge chapter, so it's less exciting, but still good, I think. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this one!

Need to catch up? Here's my Masterlist.

Special shoutout to @ccab and @elvisfatass for being my writers room and helping me when I get stuck! Love you, besties!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, also mentions of infertility and body insecurity

Word count: ~1.8k

What the hell has happened to you in the 4 years since he's seen you?

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The portal closes behind him and he kneels down in front of you.

"Y/n, I'm here, honey." You lift your face up to look at him and then crawl into his lap. He holds you without question right there on the floor. You try to pull yourself together, but you just can't and he rocks you gently in the meantime. Finally, you collect yourself enough to sit up and look at him.

"You wanna tell me about it?" He asks quietly, tipping your chin a little.

"My husband left me." He nods and tries to swallow the anger that is building inside him.

"He just left?"

"I thought we were happy. We were- it doesn't matter. He's gone. With a girl from work." He looks away from you and his jaw clenches. Part of him wishes he'd brought a firearm through the portal.

"Son of a bitch." He tries to take a deep breath and calm himself down. Even though you've been apart for 4 years, seeing you hurt like this fills him with unmitigated rage.

"I'm sorry I pulled you from your life. I just needed someone-"

"Honey, don't apologize. I want to be here for you." He rearranges himself on the floor to try to be more comfortable as he holds you.

"We should go to my hotel. We'll make a portal and send you home."

"There's no rush, honey. I can stay as long as you need me." He means it. But he's also reluctant to jump into bed with you. His body is different than the last time you were together, softer, and he's not sure how you'll feel about it.

"Okay. Thank you." You breathe a deep sigh of relief. You're really not in the mood for sex anyway. Not after everything you've been through lately.

You stand together and start to make your way to your car. When you get there, you unlock the doors and walk to the passenger side.

"Do you mind driving?"

"Not at all. If I can figure out how to work this thing." He slides into the drivers seat and looks around. You've gotten yet another new car and this one has a few more features.

"It starts the same way as the old one." You point to the push button start. That's when he sees the screen in the dash.

"Is that a television?!" A small laugh escapes your lips.

"No! But it will tell you how to get back to the hotel." You type in the address while he puts on his seatbelt.

"Wow." He looks at the screen in amazement. You forgot how cute he is when he's fascinated by something new.

"I missed you." He tears his eyes away from the screen and looks at you softly.

"I missed you too."

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You get back to the hotel and get on the elevator. On the way up, you lean your head against his arm. Neither of you is sure how much you can or should touch each other. After the last time you were together, your relationship has changed. There's still affection there, that's for sure, but is it love? More specifically, is it the kind of love you had before that drove you both crazy with passion and bound you together across half a century?

He's just about to put his arm around you when the elevator opens and you lift your head off of him.

He marvels at the card key as you open the door and walk into the room. Then, his heart drops a little when he realizes you've gotten a room with two beds. You didn't know if he would want to sleep with you, considering he isn't exactly available. Making a portal to send him home is one thing. Sleeping wrapped around each other is something else entirely.

"Two beds?" He looks at you curiously.

"Yeah. You know. Just in case you don't want to... well... yeah."

"Oh. Okay." He notices that you've also got some clothes laid out for him on the bed. He silently hopes that they're big enough.

"You wanna get comfortable and order some food?" You grab the remote and turn the tv on, finding a movie for you to watch.

"Sure." He goes to change into the pajamas you've laid out and you turn away to give him some privacy. For some reason that cuts into him like a knife. What happened to the intimacy that you shared all those years ago?

He crawls into the bed you seem to have designated as his and you take your pajamas to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Once you're finished, you sit on the other bed, order food, and then settle in to wait.

He watches you carefully, wondering if there's more to the story than what you've told him. Something is different about you. Still, he's not sure he's in a position to ask any questions.

You close your eyes and swallow the lump in your throat, trying not to cry again. All you want is to crawl into the bed with him and snuggle into his body, but he doesn't seem to be interested in anything like that.

Your food comes and you both eat while you catch up on what he's been doing. He tells you about the movie he's currently filming, Spinout, and you pretend like you haven't seen it a hundred times.

"What've you been doing?" He asks. You think about the big thing in your life right now, but you're not sure you're ready to talk to him about it yet. Instead, you tell him about going to law school and getting your job at the practice.

After you finish eating, you settle in to sleep, facing each other with the gap between the beds separating you.

"Well, goodnight." You say, hoping he doesn't notice that your voice is thick with emotion.

"Goodnight, honey." He's dying to get in bed behind you and wrap himself around you, but he doesn't. You seem to need your space now. He turns the light off and you both lay there wide awake.

******

It's still dark when Elvis wakes up to the sound of you crying. You're obviously trying to sob quietly, so he wonders if he should just pretend he doesn't hear you. But the longer he lays there, he can't stand to think that you're in pain and he's doing nothing. He silently slips out of his bed and walks over to yours. He stands there for a second, wrestling internally with himself. Finally, he whispers, "Fuck it." And crawls in bed with you. He pulls you close to him and wraps his arms around you.

"Elvis, what-?"

"Do you want me to go back to my bed?" You take in the smell and feel of him. It's so familiar and comforting and it's exactly what you need.

"No." He lets you cry into his chest until you seem to run out of tears while he strokes your hair and hums quietly.

"Honey, are you gonna tell me the rest of the story?" He pulls back a little and cups your face in his hand. You nod slowly.

"We were trying for a baby. And it wasn't working. The doctors don't know why, but apparently I'm the problem. So he left. He said she could give him something I couldn't." Again, he's overwhelmed with wishing he'd brought a gun through the portal with him. He searches for the right thing to say, but he can't come up with much.

"Honey, I'm so sorry." He pulls you close to him again and kisses the top of your head. Then, he kisses your forehead. And then down to your cheek where your tears are still wet. He backs away and looks into your eyes trying to read how you're feeling. He decides to risk it and leans in, pressing his lips to yours gently. Your heart jumps in a way that it hasn't since you left him the last time. It's a sweet kiss, just lips pressed together and nothing more. But there's something in it that has you both trembling when he backs up and presses his forehead to yours.

"Y/n, I-"

"Kiss me again."

"Okay." He crashes his lips into yours again and you wrap your arms around him and press your body against his. He parts your lips with his tongue and you let yours slide into his mouth. His hips roll into you and you feel his erection against your thigh.

But when you move your hand to touch him he pulls away from you. He's nervous to let you touch him because he feels like you won't want him if you take his clothes off.

"Do you not-? I'm sorry. I'll stop." You pull away and try to move away from him. He grabs you and holds you, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. He looks down nervously.

"No I just... I don't look like I did last time you saw me."

"What do you mean?"

"I've... gained some weight..."

"Elvis." You put your hands on his cheeks. "You are just as sexy to me now as you've always been." He looks up at you with a hopeful look on his face.

"You mean that?"

You run your hand down his chest to the top of his pants. "I want you, but only if it's what you want."

"God, honey, yes. I want you more than anything."

That's all it takes for both of you to tear at each other's pajamas until you're pressed together naked like no time has passed at all. He rolls over on top of you and lines himself up with your entrance. You both tremble with anticipation. It's been so long since you were together. He begins to push into you slowly, pulling back to thrust every now and then until he fills you fully. He grunts and lays his head on your shoulder.

"Goddamn, I missed you." He moans again and begins to pick up a steady pace. You whimper and kiss his neck.

"I missed you too." You wrap your legs around his waist as he fucks into you rhythmically. He kisses your shoulder and your neck, up to your chin and mouth. All the while, he's sliding in and out of you, moving closer to the inevitable end. You feel your orgasm building between your legs as he moves against you. His length is perfect to hit just the right spot and you cry out in pleasure as your orgasm washes over your whole body from your head to your toes. Several seconds later, he slams into you one last time, shuddering and filling you with his warmth.

You lay there together for a while breathing heavily with his head on your chest. Then you hear him almost whisper.

"I still love you." You feel the tears gather in your eyes and look at the ceiling to keep them from falling.

"I love you too, Elvis." You hear the portal pop up, but neither of you moves a muscle. Instead, you lay together intertwined so that you can't tell where he ends and you begin.

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Until next time...

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feelbokkie · 10 months

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Don’t Let Me Love You | Chapter 12

pairing: Felix x fem reader; Chan x fem reader

genre: smau, fake dating, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, mention of food, the slightest allusion to suicide

summary: With the upcoming wedding of her cousin and her ex, Y/n is in desperate need of a date for the wedding that will show the happy couple that she moved on.

word count: 2,115

screenshot count: 7

a/n: happy 4th of July. Here, have some fireworks 😊

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"I can't believe we are currently at the house of one of the top chefs in Seoul and we're eating takeout from some random, no-star restaurant." Jeongin whines. He'd been pouting since the second Minho announced that he order food from a restaurant near him.

"It's my day off," Minho says calmly, not even looking up from the bags of food. He carefully pulled out each container and set them on his table.

Hyunjin was scrolling through Minho's Netflix account looking for something for you guys to watch while you ate. Everyone's suitcases are lined up perfectly by the door to give you room to sleep on the floor. All five of you were going to sleep in the living room and Minho had already set up the blankets and pillow before you even arrived. It was almost like how every movie night went with your group. You mostly met at Minho's because he had more space for all of you. All of you choose a movie and you would spend the rest of the night watching them.

"Let's watch Final Destination!" Seungmin calls from the kitchen, earning a laugh from Hyunjin.

"We are not watching Final Destination the night before we go on an airplane. Are you insane? That's like watching Titanic before going on a boat." You call back. You're currently sitting on the couch, too engrossed in your phone to see which genre Hyunjin was currently scrolling through.

"What happens in Final Destination?" Innie asks, walking into the living room and sitting down next to Hyunjin.

"Don't worry about it, In." Minho chimes, bringing the food into the living room.

"Okay," Innie replies. He learned from his lesson when you guys watched It a couple of years ago to just drop it.

Seungmin follows closely behind with the rest of the food and sits down next to you on the couch.

"How do we feel about 20th Century Girl?" Hyunjin asks, already pressing play on the movie.

"Y/n, stop flirting with Felix and put your phone away. It's family time." Seungmin hums.

"I'm not flirting with Felix." You retort.

"I mean you already kissed him, so..."

"You told him?" Your eyes fall on Hyunjin who is innocently already eating his food.

"By accident," He mumbles with food in his mouth. You feel your phone get pulled out of your hand, you quickly turn to see Seungmin with your phone in his hand.

"Seungmin, wait--"

"You're actually a fucking idiot." Seungmin looks up at you in disbelief. You try to grab the phone from him again but he pushes you back.

"Shh, the movie is starting!" Minho whispers.

"No, turn off the movie. This is more important." Jeongin, Hyunjin, and Minho pause their eating and turn you and Seungmin. You two were now standing on the couch. You are desperately trying to get your phone back from Seungmin who is keeping you away with his left hand while scrolling through your messages with Chan with the other.

"What are you two doing?" Innie asks.

"Princess dumbfuck over here has been texting Chan hyung."

"Seungmin, stop!" You cry.

"Seriously?" Minho asks.

"What? Right now?" Innie questions.

Hyunjin quietly gets up from his spot on the floor and quickly walks over to Seungmin. He takes the phone from Seungmin's hand and scrolls through your messages. Everything is quiet for a moment. Seungmin has an arm in front of you to prevent you from going after Hyunjin. Minho looks off at nothing, blinking in confusion while Jeongin stares at you directly.

"I'm going to kill him. But first, I'm going to kill you. What are you doing, Y/n?" Hyunjin asks. His face is slowly turning red.

"I'm not doing anything. We're just friends." You say softly.

"Friends? He basically said, 'Do you want to come over for ramen?' And you agreed." Hyunjin throws your phone at your feet.

"It's not like that--" You climb down from the couch so you were now level with Hyunjin, picking up your phone in the process.

"Were you dropped on your head as a baby?" Hyunjin's face twists in disgust.

"Who knows, maybe. Bai probably dropped me a few times to get rid of me."

"You're making jokes right now? I'm actually going to beat the shit out of you." Seungmin scoffs, picking up a spoon from the side table where he put his food.

"Seungmin hyung, you're not going to actually put your hands on her are you?" Jeongin panics.

"She needs to have some sense knocked into her." He retorts.

"Let's calm down before one of us says something we all regret." Minho stands up and makes his way toward the three of you.

"I have nothing more to say to her. If she wants to run off and be just like her cousin, let her be. I'm not going to help pick up the pieces when Chan leaves her again for some other slut." Seungmin huffs before storming off to Minho's bedroom.

"I'm nothing like Bai. Channie--"

"'Channie?' Oh my my fucking god!" Hyunjin cries, throwing his head back in shock.

"--and I haven't done anything. He's not cheating on her. I'm not the other woman or anything like that."

"Emotional cheating is still cheating, Y/n. And you know what? You're right you're nothing like Bai, you're worse. You knew up front that Bai was a bitch. You're going around, bending over backward to be her maid of honor with a fake ass smile all while flirting with her fiance."

"Guys--"

"I'm not flirting with Channi--Chan. We're just talking."

"Bullshit--What are you even hoping to accomplish? Do you think he's going to call it off with Bai and run to you and you'll live happily ever after? That might happen but it'll only be a matter of time before he runs off with someone else. Once a cheater, always a cheater."

"I keep telling you, it's not like that."

"Hyung--"

"Keep lying to yourself, Y/n."

"I'm not lying!" Hyunjin walks past Minho and straight to you. He gently cups your face in his hands.

"You need to get it through your thick skull that Chan does not love you. He doesn't love you now and he didn't love you back then. You're just some plaything to him and the second he's done with you, he's just going to toss you aside like garbage. Why? Because you're nothing more to him than a quick fuck and the sooner you realize that, the better off you're going to be."

"Hyunjin, that's enough," Minho warns.

"Hyung, that's a bit harsh."

"Fuck you, Hyunjin." You push Hyunjin's hands off your face and scramble to get your stuff together.

"Y/n, don't go," Minho says softly.

"No," You grab your suitcases and walk towards to door. "I'm not going to stay here if you guys are just going to yell at me all night."

"Yeah, go run to Chan again. Don't fall on his dick," Hyunjin scoffs before walking off.

"I'll go talk to him and Seungmin. Y/n, please just stay, we can talk about this." Minho says before going after Hyunjin, leaving you and Jeongin alone.

You struggle to put your shoes on, the tears that started pouring out of your eyes made your vision too blurry to find your laces.

"Noona," Jeongin calls softly. "please stay. They didn't mean what they said. They're just worried about you. It was scary when you found out that Chan hyung cheated on you. You...We almost lost you and none of us want to watch you go through that again. So, please just stay."

"I can't right now, In. I'll see you guys at the airport tomorrow but I cannot spend the night here tonight." You use the back of your hand to wipe the tears off your face and give him a reassuring smile. The two of you could hear yelling from one of the other rooms.

"Can you at least text me when you get home?" His eyes were full of worry, sparkling like he was about to cry.

"Yeah, I will." You give him a quick hug before leaving Minho's apartment.

Tonight has been like a fever dream. Not even an hour ago you were fighting with half of your main friend group and now you were currently in the bathroom of your fake boyfriend, doing his hair.

You were halfway home when your phone started ringing. You had picked it up without looking at the caller id and Felix knew immediately that you were crying from the tone of your voice. He made you stay where you were and went to get you, making you go home with him.

"Jeju's going to be fun," You mutter while massaging the black hair dye into Felix's hair. You had just finished telling him everything that just happened a few hours prior.

"Do you want to swap rooms? It sounds like Minho hyung isn't too mad at you. I don't mind sharing a room with Hyunjin." he says.

"He's not mad now but give him time to process everything and he'll lecture me next. Why do you think I shut my phone off telling Innie where I am?" You go through his hair one more time to make sure not a single bit of blonde was left. Felix was in the middle of cutting his hair when he called you.

It's still awkward between the two of you since your kiss. You two haven't been along together since then. It's an unspoken rule not to talk about it.

"Can I ask you a question?" Felix asks as you wrap his hair in a shower cap and towel. You toss the plastic gloves in the trash and set the timer on Felix's phone.

"Go ahead," You grab a washcloth and begin to clean up the dye from his face.

"What's the story with you and Chan?" He asks hesitantly.

"Not much of a story. We met at a welcoming event for new university students that he was volunteering for. Hyunjin introduced us officially later at a party and we hit it off. We fell in love quickly. dated for a little over 2 years before Bai got her claws in him. Found out an entire year after that they were together. Three painful years later, here we are. If you're asking why I'm still so into him, I don't know. They say that you're emotionally bonded to your first time so maybe that?" You look over Felix one more time, making sure you had every bit of spilled dye cleaned before tossing the washcloth into Felix's hamper. You took off the shirt Felix gave you so you wouldn't get dye on your clothes and tossed it in there as well.

"They kept it from you for a whole year?" He asks, shocked.

"Yup. Apparently, they had sex on my bed when I brought him home for Christmas. Bai was still living with my parents at the time so when I lost my shit I moved in with Hyunjin. He had an apartment near campus."

"Holy shit," He breathes.

"What about you? What's your story with Bai?" You sit down on the sink counter and swing your legs back and forth.

"Nothing as dramatic as yours. We met at a party and hooked up. That was our relationship for a while. Neither of us wanted to be tied down so it worked for us. Eventually, I wanted to be in a relationship and she didn't want to be in one with me. So I let everything continue if it meant I could keep whatever the fuck we had going on going. I was pinning after her like an idiot, torturing myself by thinking she would realize she was in love with me too and break up with Chan."

"You said it wasn't love." You softly kick his knee.

"No, I said I'm not currently in love with her. I was at one point though. Won't deny that."

"How…how did you fall out of love with her?" You lowered your head, keeping your eyes on your feet.

"Time I guess? Seeing how she treated you helped though. Truly a vile woman. I wasn't in love with her anymore when I met you, but I wasn't over her. If that makes sense. But seeing her be two-faced like that as an outsider made me realize how truly toxic our thing was and gave me that final push that I needed. I was terrified to get into a relationship after I stopped loving her, but I guess sometimes you need someone to show you that it's all worth it."

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drunkenlionwrites · 9 months

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Since you started with uncanny Vash, may we have some smut with him? 👀

Hey nonnie, you order - I deliver! Not sure how it turned out, it's pretty experimental this time 😶 Warnings: fem!reader, alien sex, Vash is basically a plant on steroids here. Written with Trimax Vash in mind.

You woke up in your bed alone, feeling the coldness of the sheets on Vash’s side. It was a familiar enough occurrence for you though, having been Vash’s ‘mayfly’ for an alarmingly long time, all his habits were carved and stored in the back of your mind. Sometimes, like now, you wake up alone in a cold bed just to find Vash sulking somewhere alone, being overwhelmed by his heavy thoughts, sometimes you are literally buried in Vash’s body, sturdy appendages sprouted out of him encaging you safely. It all strangely brought you comfort, whereas other people might be rightfully shitlessly scared.

So now you find yourself barefoot and wrapped in a blanket, traversing the hotel’s wooden floor, which is creaking pitifully under each step of yours. And here he is, standing on the open balcony, surrounded by the rhythmic buzzing of the bugs-filled sky, the sight of his fluttering blond-black hair catching your gaze.

“Hey handsome.” you gently murmur to him, which gets you a greeting by his glowing eyes and barely visible tired smile. “Care to join me in bed? It’s awfully empty without you.” Walking up to him, you hug him from behind, burying your head into his wide back after pressing a tender kiss there. The warmth of your body already brings you more comfort than a thick woolen blanket did. You feel how tense his muscles are, and you instantly know that he’s been having nightmares again and now, losing the ability to fall back asleep, is contemplating the thoughts he’s too reclusive to share even with you.

“I’ll come soon. Just don’t feel like sleeping now” and one more fake smile is directed at you. You’re aware of him knowing that you see through each of them, but the habit developed during more than a century is hard to get rid of.

You huff at his retort, determined to not let him be isolated with his reflections, so you squeeze him tighter in your embrace and mumble “Who was talking about sleeping, silly?” Seems like it worked, cause the next moment you feel the movement of his ribcage, Vash chuckling at your suggestion. “Hey, I’m serious. I really need you right now!” you pouted, and even if it is primarily a not so smooth plan to distract your boyfriend from sulking, it’s also true – there’s not a moment in your life when you don’t want him.

He turns to face you, murmuring “Who am I to refuse my prettiest girl then?” taking you into his arms, now cocooned in the blanket like a baby. You use the closeness to his face to press loving kisses to his warm soft lips while he’s carrying you to bed. And Lord, he is so fucking strong, carrying you as if you’re a feather, his muscles barely flexing under your weight.

He plops you on the bed with a soft thud and immediately crawls onto it, not giving you any time to untangle yourself from the damned blanket. Vash smiles at you with a toothy smile, his gaze already predatory, as he methodically unwraps you like a Christmas gift, getting you out of the blanket and then getting rid of your night shirt and panties. His hands are everywhere, both unnaturally smooth – the polished prosthetic one, as well as his own which feels like silk on the sides of your body.

You provide him with the same attention, tugging the shirt off his shoulders to allow you access to his hot skin, the contrast between the ideal porcelain untouched spots of his skin balanced by cracks and grooves of his scars under your fingertips. It would be a definite lie to say that it doesn’t add to his attractiveness in your eyes.

When he shifts his weight and presses his body on top of yours, you hastily tug on his joggers and try to pry them off his hips to glide your palms lower and lower, squeezing his soft ass, knowing that each time it makes him elicit a yelp that you enjoy so much. His eyes are sparkling with mischief as he slowly glides his fingers in between your folds a few times, just to insert both fingers inside your already sleek with arousal pussy. And you know that it’s his petty revenge, but oh how you love it.

You moan his name and press your pelvis closer to him, wrapping your legs behind his hips, wanting to feel as much of his body as possible. Vash grinds against you, and though the space between his legs is just a smooth patch of skin, it still makes you feel even more aroused. “That’s what you wanted, baby? To be fucked back into sleep?” he lewdly whispers into your ear as his fingers curl inside of you, precisely hitting the spot that makes you scream in his hands. He bites your earlobe and moves his face up to look into your eyes and then presses his forehead to yours.

And that makes you completely engrossed in what is happening to you. This is what you’ve been longing for, the one thing that completely ruined you for everyone besides your lover. The sensation of doubled and then tripled emotions and feelings that your weakened brain can barely process. You now feel Vash’s rapture and elation, wrapped in physical sensation of his thick long fingers abusing your pussy perceived by him, finishing with your own corporal pleasure, which now will forever seem the lesser one of those. Vash moans and pants into your mouth, experiencing the pleasure through you, his body is rapidly covering by feathers upon feathers, that now tickle your skin. Not that you can register it, totally lost in the echo of feelings.

His body shifts and morphs, losing the contours of a humanoid creature now, only his fingers remaining the same, moving back and forth inside you, the thumb barely applying a pressure to your clit. But his mind and soul are nothing but human, now you know it. In moments like these you know Vash as if it was you, and you let him know you as if you are him. You are connected so deeply, that it both scares you and makes you want to completely dissolve and disappear in him. This is not making love; this is completely melding in each other. And now he’s your God, he’s your Universe, and you don’t need know anything else except Vash.

You weakly mewl and shudder underneath him, your breaths now completely synchronized, hell, your bodies are completely synchronized and now you are one breathing and feeling organism that’s slowly bringing each other to your release. Vash moans with you once you start clenching around his fingers. You are so close, yet you dread for the moment to end, which Vash registers and consoles you immediately, chuckling at how needy you are.

Just a hard press of his thumb to your clit and a few strokes on the inside of your pussy with additional pressure and you’re done. Shuddering at feeling everything at once. All this love and tenderness, all the longing and arousal, all the ultimately divine pleasure…you really want to dissolve into Vash completely one day.

So a bit of my thoughts about this here: I've been thinking, especially after writing general headcanons for uncanny Vash, what if he doesn't have human bodily functions at all? He doesn't sweat, he doesn't have any thermoregulation at all, he has no need for sleep or nourishing, his skin doesn't have pores and doesnt produce melanin etc. So what does he need the human-like reproductive systen for? Independent plants are the anomaly, what if they can be birthed only from a regular mother-plant? All's possible. So, here Vash is telepathically connecting to reader and kinda experiences his orgasm through her, while at the same time she immediately feels: 1. her regular physical sensations, 2. Vash's feelings and reaction to her, 3. her orgasm that is perceived by Vash. So it's basically triple orgasm, enveloped in all kinds of entwined feelings? Won't it be cool? ahah Also, I know that someone somewhere said that Vash's plant powers work only for plants, but we literally have a lot of instances where humans perceive Vash's and Knives' feelings telepathically: 1. Leonof and Wolfwood feel Vash's rage and pain at Home after Leonoff turned the people there into puppets and after Vash cried blood. Wolfwood thinks how he can't even move, while Leonof is comparing Vash to knives and notes how not human they both are.

They totally perceived all Vash's emotions on physical level. He just stood there doing and saying nothing, yet Leonof and co felt like they just died.

2. I forgot the chapter, but Eldendira was explaning to someone the effect of Knives' presence on regular humans. Something like that his aura is heavy and dreadful and physically palpable, but Gung-Ho-Guns got used to it, and Elendira copes with it the best. 3. Not twins, but in the end of manga all the falling plants transferred all their memories and emotions to thousands and thousands of people, thus they all can thelepathically influence humans in the end 🤷‍♂️ Peace out 🤞

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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Baby Fever!Loki + Dear Theodosia (Hamilton)

a/n: Aww this was so much fun to write and super cute! 🥺🥰 Thank you, dear nonny! I hope you like this! ☺️

Warnings: None, this is pure heart-melting fluff

Word Count: 760

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So Loved

The sun had sunken a long time ago now. The beautiful summer sky over Asgard had been replaced by the equally beautiful night sky. Loki stood on the little, yet majestic balcony of your and his chambers, staring into distance. He enjoyed the soft breeze in his hair and the stars twinkling above him. What a day this had been, the god thought. A day he'd never ever forget in his life. How could he anyway? It was the best day of his life (beside his wedding day). It was so clear and yet the realisation had to dawn on him again and again... He was a father now. A father... Something Loki considered would never happen in his life. Not after everything that happened. Not after everything he's been through. Not after all the pain he felt in his heart for years, decades, centuries. Not anymore. Not after he met you. Not since the day he had fallen in love so hopelessly. The pain got replaced by love. By heart-warming, soothing, pain relieving, endless love. This love doubled over the day. Loki's heart was so full and content; beating for his wife and daughter. For you and little Ella. He wouldn't trade this life for anything in the world, oh no... And Loki was going to protect this life he had now at all costs.

A tiny, soft whimper ripped the god out of his deep thoughts. Not even a day had passed and his fatherly senses and instincts seemed already sharpened. He turned to step back through the French doors and inside your and his chambers. Loki's feet led him immediately to the crib, which was placed beside the bed he shared with you. Looking inside, Ella was being awake again; sleepy eyes meeting his. Her little face scrunched up; a heart-wrenching cry left her pouty lips. Loki reacted immediately, of course, put one big hand underneath her body and the other underneath her head, lifting her out of the crib and straight into his arms. "Shhh, princess, I'm here. Daddy's here." Loki spoke in a hushed voice, not to wake you. Ella was still whimpering, but she quietened down, as soon as she felt and recognised, that she was in the safety of her father's arms. "There you go, baby girl..." Loki looked down at her, smiling, before his gaze wandered to you; checking, if you were still sound asleep. You were; clearly exhausted and knocked out by the birth. Your husband watched you sleeping for a moment, studied your beautiful, peaceful face, before he walked on quiet steps back out onto the balcony, taking little Ella with him.

Loki bounced his daughter ever so gently on his arms, trying to lull her back to sleep. He had her cradled tightly against his chest to keep her warm; eyes not leaving her. Ella held onto his free pointer finger for dear life, cooing quietly. The god smiled. Her hand was so tiny, compared to his finger. So sweet. She was so innocent and precious - and all his. "My sweet, little girl..." Loki started, eyes still glued to her. "My princess... Barely born and already so, so loved." Another small coo left the baby's lips, causing Loki to chuckle. "That's right, Ella. Daddy loves you so very much - just like your mama loves you." He leaned down, pressing a soft, delicate kiss on her black fuzz covered head. "You mean the world to me, princess... More than all the nine realms ever could give me." Ella seemed to enjoy to listen to her dad's voice, so he kept speaking. "Back when I was younger, my glorious purpose was to become a king. To sit upon a throne. Be it Asgard's or another. It was all I ever wanted, but now... Now, all I want is to spend all the time I have with you; watch you grow up... You and your mama are my glorious purpose." He smiled again. Crazy how things could change... "I want to be a good father for you, my sweet. You know, my father wasn't around. I swear that I'll be around for you. I'll do whatever it takes. I'll make the world safe and sound for you. I'd do everything for you. Go to Helheim and back for you. Die for you..." Loki swallowed hard; memories of his not always so great childhood flooding his mind. "I want to make everything different - better. I hope I can. I hope I'll be a better father than your grandfather ever was..."

#the baby fever au #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x female reader #loki x you #tom hiddleston x reader #loki x y/n #loki fluff #loki fanfiction #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x female reader

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jessiexcorner · 10 months

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‘Destiny is she.’

Kerack.

Just a small town with not much going for it, though it was known for its alcohol and the pirates that used to raid the people there centuries ago. 'Not anymore.' Yennefer thought as she drank. After the red death, the once-powerful kingdom fell into shambles. At least they still had their beer going on for them.

"TOSS A COIN TO YOUR WITCHER!" Yennefer winced, hearing the familiar song buzzing in the back.

"Ugh. If I have to hear that blasted song one more time, I'm going to kill myself." Yennefer turned to see the drunk bard who wrote it.

"Jaskier?" He turned his head to look up to see the sorceress. He gasped.

"You! Oh No! I've had enough of you! Y-you harlot witch!" Yennefer rolled her eyes.

"What? Your girlfriend dumped or something? Also, I'm a sorceress, not a witch."

"No, you ruined my friendship with my only friend! Just cause you had problems in your relationship with him didn't mean you had to ruin mine!"

"We didn't have a relationship."

"It doesn't matter now! I don't need him; I have plenty of friends. And women who want me!" Yennefer turned to order another drink. She didn't want to deal with this right now. A few gulps later, a young girl with blonde hair walked straight toward them.

"Hey! I know you!"

"You do? Oh no. Did I sleep with you?" The girl ignored Jaskier and continued talking to Yennefer.

"You're Yennefer of Vengeberg, aren't you?" Yennefer sighed.

"Look, kid, I don't sell magic anymore. Find someone else."

"Actual, I have a proposition for you."

"Not interested."

"I think you will be-"

"Get lost, kid, before I put a curse on you."

"Weren't you the one looking for a way to conceive?" Yennefer froze. Yes, it's true; that is what she wanted a way to be able to have a child again. But it's not as if she announced it to the world.

"Who told you that?" The girl shrugged with a smug smile.

"Call her destiny." Yennefer scoffed.

"Destiny?" The young girl nodded.

"Everyone knows about her. There's a legend on her. They say that if you ever want to change all the bad that has been done to you; change the fate you've been given, then follow the river upstream to the cottage in the woods. There be a woman, full of grace and beauty, but be careful what is said to her for destiny is she."

"First of all," the drunk bard who had been listening in began, "that doesn't rhyme."

"It's not supposed-" the blonde tried to argue.

"Second of all, who's 'they'?"

"What? No- Look, that doesn't matter, I'm not even talking to you!"

"You know he has a point," Yennefer said.

"Huh?"

"Who is this 'they'?" She said with a cheeky smile. The blonde girl turned redder than the drunken bard and stomped in anger.

"You know what! I don't care! I did what She told me to do and delivered the message! I'm leaving!" She marched out of the bar.

"Say, did you catch her name? I think she fancies me." Jaskier mumbled. Yennefer took a deep breath and finished her drink. 'let's find out who this destiny person is.' She thought, heading out.

. . .

'Well, what do you know there is a house.' Yennefer thought. She noticed there was a protection spell around the house covering it like a thick fog. She walked towards the house, trying to create a pathway for herself. 'Damn,' This was harder than she thought it would be. 'Why would anyone need such a potent protection spell?' As she tried to move through, it became harder to breathe. Yennefer could feel a headache coming on, it felt as if something was pushing her to fall asleep. She falls and gets knocked out by the gas. Before she falls completely unconscious she notices the end of a flowy robe walking towards her.

Yennefer wakes up feeling as if she has the worst hangover of her life, she notices a blanket covering her and a bed. "What the fuck?" she mutters noticing her surroundings for the first time. A bedroom with a fireplace, cozy and warm but what stuck out the most was the fact she didn't remember how she got here. The door to the bedroom opens before Yennefer can investigate her surroundings more thoroughly.

"Ah, you're not dead. Good." a woman with (h/c) hair wearing a simple white flowy gown exclaims. Yennefer startled immediately turns defensive shooting a gust of magic toward the woman who waves it off as if it were nothing, almost as if, annoyed by Yennefer's reaction.

"Now, is this any way to repay hospitality Yennefer?" The woman says practically scolding Yennefer like a misbehaving child.

"You knocked me out!"

"No, you knocked yourself out." She sat next to the violet-eyed woman, raising her hand near her making Yennefer flinch from the unexpected movement.

"Relax, I'm only helping your body get rid of the poison from the mist." She sighs moving away after she is done, Yennefer does feel a bit better, less like she had a massive hangover. The woman stands and walks near the fireplace, lighting it with a flick of her fingers, sitting down on a couch with a tea set on a table. "Well? come sit," She points at the other chair meant for Yennefer. Yennefer gets up and slowly walks to the woman sitting on the chair. "Cream?" She offers the raven-haired woman.

"..No," Yennefer declines not wanting any other foreign substances in her body.

"Suit yourself." The woman shrugs, pouring some cream for herself, and lifts her cup taking a sip.

"Why did you want me here?"

"Oh, did my little birdy not tell you?"

"No, well, yes but- that's not- look do you really have a way for me to conceive or are you playing games with me? Because i should warn you i am not in the mood." Yennefer huffs.

"Of course!" The (h/c) haired woman claps her hands making the tea set disappear, with a small vial and a contract replacing it. "This little bottle of magic can bring back anything that was lost. It'll fix you right up, grow back your uterus, and let you keep your good looks," She winks with a smile at Yennefer, who looks at the paper carefully.

"And I’m guessing this contract I am supposed to sign ensures I do your bidding?" The stranger's grin widens.

"Clever girl. it is fair, after all, i am only asking very little in return for a high reward." Yennefer scoffed but then again she was desperate she wanted this, badly.

"And what would that small favor be?" She questions the woman. "Am i to find you someone and bring them to you?" she rolls her eyes sarcastically commenting.

"Well, yes, that is exactly what I want you to do."

"Right. Sounds simple enough."

"Hm, simple." she hums in agreement, "I just need you to bring me Geralt of Rivia."

...What? "No, no! Absolutely not! What could you possibly need him for?" Yennefer protests, making the other woman rolled her eyes.

"I'm not going to eat him, or kill your lover boy,"

"He's not-"

"Come on Yen! All you have to do is bring one witcher here, and I'll give you the ability to conceive again, don't you want that choice back?" The woman circles Yennefer, "They took everything from you, yen. They took your right, your decision. Not only am i offering you your freedom, but i am also giving you an option that doesn't require sacrificing your beauty or power." She twirls a lock of Yennefer's hair around her fingers. "and all you have to do is bring me one measly man." Yennefer hesitates. This can't be real, this had to be a trick, but what could she do? the dragon plan didn't work, Geralt was an arse and she had nothing and no one left. "Tell you what, since you have so many issues with me," The woman picks up the vial and hands it to Yennefer. "You can try the potion of mine, and once it works, and it will believe me you will know if it does. You will bring me Geralt." Yennefer's face reads of worry. "Come on you, poor girl, what do you have to lose? You already tried everything. What, you're worried about your man? What do you think I will do to the witcher? Think I will kill him? He's more likely to end me before I can touch him." Yennefer lets the words of this woman influence her, but she couldn't understand what she wanted with Geralt.

"..Fine, deal, if this works...I'll bring you your witcher."

"Lovely!" The woman smiles waving her hand making a feather appear and floats into Yennefer's hand. Yennefer pauses, feeling the softness of the feather.

"...Before I sign this, I want to know your name, your real name. I have a feeling it isn't 'destiny'" The woman chuckles once again walking behind Yennefer, placing her soft hands onto her shoulders.

"(Y/n), a pleasure to meet you, Yennefer."

#the witcher #henry cavil x y/n #henry cavil x reader #yenneferthewitcher #geralt of rivera #geralt x yennefer #geralt x you #geraltxreader #geralt of river x reader #henry cavill geralt #yennefer of vengerberg #yennefer x reader

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diabolik-art-blog · 7 months

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Memories of that spring

‌ Prologue

AO3: Prologue

Finfiction.net: prologue

Summary: They are looking for a dead baby named princess Yui.

The forest was filled with the howling of wolves and the sound of crickets. A group of soldiers on behalf of the great king of vampires were looking for a goat treasure that could ensure the rule of the great Karlheinz for years and centuries. Horses neighing was heard everywhere and all the soldiers were looking for a dead baby in the forest.

"Sir! Please come here. I found the baby."

One of the soldiers who got off his horse and was trying to find the baby by walking in the forest informed his commander that they had found the baby that Karlheinz had given her details.

The commander came near the soldier with his white horse and immediately got off his horse and looked at the body of the baby. The baby appeared to be dead but he could still hear her breathing. The baby was still alive, but it was clear that she didn't have much time left. Her heartbeat was very slow and she could die at any moment.

"It seems that this is the girl that Nii-sama is looking for. So this girl is Princess Yui."

"Commander Richter! What should we do now? This girl cannot survive any longer."

"As King Karlheinz ordered, we will take her to the palace."

Commander Richter, the king's younger brother and his right-hand man, quickly took the baby in his arms and mounted his horse, ordering all his men to march towards the palace to deliver the baby to Karlheinz.

Richter wasn't sure why his big brother was looking for this baby. This baby was the daughter of the great king of the Makai land, King Daichi. His daughter was the heir to her father's throne but had been murdered two days ago by Karlheinz and the only thing left of King Daichi's throne was his infant daughter. Maybe Karlheinz wanted to make sure that after the death of this girl, he would never have to worry about her coming to power and becoming the queen and rule Makai herself.

The forest was still dark. Even moonlight hardly helped the soldiers, but the soldiers had no problem because they were vampires and could see everything. Richter held the baby gently so that she could live a little longer.

Just at the moment when the palace could be seen from among the trees, another group of horsemen came towards Richter. The cloaked man was the leader of them, who came towards Richter with all his majesty. The sound of breaking branches and rustling of leaves could be heard under his horse's hooves.

*Rustle Rustle*

Richter: Who are you? Get out of the way. I must go to the king as soon as possible.

???: Oh my dear brother. This way of talking does not suit you at all.

Richter: ...! oh... you...

The cloaked man appeared and all the soldiers dismounted and bowed before him. Shocked and unable to look up in shame, Richter got off his horse and bowed before his elder brother, the Great King of the Demon World.

Richter: Nii-sama. I am really sorry. I didn't want to be rude. But I did not notice your presence. I just wanted to do my duty in the best way and deliver this baby to you.

Karlheinz approached his brother with slow steps. He took his hand and lifted him up and put his hand on his shoulder.

Karlheinz: My dear brother, never forget that even a commoner should not face such treatment.

Richter: Yes, I understand. I am sorry.

Karlheinz: By the way Is this manifestation of beauty the precious treasure that I sent you in search of?

Karlheinz smiled softly as he looked at the little girl in Richter's arms. With the first look at her, he realized that this is the same girl.

Richter: Yes, brother. This is the prince who was supposed to be the heir to the throne. But unfortunately, there is no life left for her to do this.

Karlheinz caressed the girl's red cheek with his big hands. She was still breathing in her near-death sleep and it didn't seem like she had much time left.

Karlheinz: It's beautiful. Her hair shines like moonlight in this dark forest and her small face is a manifestation of purity and innocence.

Richter: ...! Ni-sama... I think it's better to kill this girl right here. In this way, there is no need to worry about the government or the inheritance of this girl who was supposed to be the queen.

Karlheinz: My dear brother, this is really cruel for such a beautiful girl.

Karlheinz held the baby gently and carefully. She was very small. She was almost the size of karlheinz's palm. Karlheinz embraced her as if she were a breakable jewel and was the audience not to break it.

Karlheinz looked at the girl's beautiful face and smiled gently. He used magic to revive the baby's heart and bring her back to life. Now the baby could breathe again and her heartbeat returned to normal. A small smile appeared on the lips of the baby who was sleeping gently in the king's arms.

Karlheinz: You see, my dear brother. This girl is a precious gem and a real manifestation of beauty that must be taken care of. She can make me achieve my dream.

Richter: I don't understand. If she survives. She may realize her identity over the years and seek revenge on you.

Karlheinz: I hope so.

Richter: .....!

Karlheinz: Don't worry my dear brother. Even if this girl finds out the truth, she will never seek revenge. Because her heart is as pure and beautiful as the sky. She is going to make me achieve my dream and help me to finally see true love once in this world. The same love that Adam and Eve had.

Richter: But how can she do that?

Karlheinz: This spell only lasts for 18 years. On her 18th birthday, her heartbeat and breathing slow down again, and only her true lover can save her. Then she becomes the queen and gives this love to the whole world. Then I will achieve my dream.

Richter was surprised and confused by his big brother's words. He could never understand Karlheinz's thoughts and goals.

Karlheinz: Brother, are there any villages nearby?

Richter: Yes, Nii-sama. There is a small village near the palace whose people are farmers and grow apple trees.

Karlheinz: The apple tree... where Eve grows up and her pure heart sees the world. Take our beautiful princess there and entrust her to a trusted man to raise her properly.

Richter: Roger Nii-sama.

After this conversation, Karlheinz kissed the baby's forehead and caressed her face. This baby was a great treasure for him to achieve his dream and to be able to realize the dream that he had been waiting for for years.

Richter took the baby in his arms and put on a black cloak and mounted his horse and galloped towards the village. No one should know his identity. The people should not know that the princess is under their protection.

Behind the dark forest was a small village with apple fields shining in the moonlight. The apples hanging from the tree were like beautiful jewels in the moonlight. Richter went to a cottage, left the baby behind the door and quickly left. That cottage was the home of the most masculine farmer here. He was an old man who had longed to have a daughter for many years.

Hours passed and little Yui woke up and was crying. The sound of her innocent cry caused the old man to wake up and go outside the hut until he noticed a beautiful girl behind the door of the hut.

The old man gently hugged the baby and brought her home.

Richter and his men, who were hiding behind the trees, realized that the girl was safe now and left there and went to the castle.

The old man, who was gently hugging the little girl, smiled sweetly and shed tears of joy. It seems that he has been waiting for this moment for years. Seeing the girl's name on a scroll around her neck, he noticed her name.

Tenjin: Welcome home my beautiful Yui.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #yui komori #komori yui #shu sakamaki #sakamaki shu #shu x yui #yui x shu #shuyui #diabolik lovers fandom #diabolik lovers fanfiction #memories of that spring prologue #yuma x yui #yui x yuma #yumayui #shu x yui x yuma

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axewchao · 10 months

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In which a nightmare god, having just run away from home, makes a new friend.

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Of all the things to encounter during your newfound life as a wanderer, the last thing you expected to meet was a human child.

It was a moment of weakness that led to you being discovered. After… everything that happened in Sinnoh, followed by you flying nonstop til the sun rose, you were exhausted. Mentally, emotionally, and physically. You never thought it would be possible to be so tired. And yet, there you were.

All you could bring yourself to do was lie down against a tree and sleep. At the time, you couldn't care less about the nightmares that awaited you; you'd endured countless nightmares already and you would endure countless more.

You'd finally accepted it, after all the centuries of trying and trying and heeding her insistence otherwise; your powers could never be tamed. And you weren't going to bother trying anymore.

You weren't sure how long you slumbered. A hour, maybe? Three or four? Nevertheless, you woke with a gasp, echoed by a voice that wasn't your own.

It was a human, a young boy. Or… maybe a girl? You never learned to tell with humans; at first you thought hair length was the indicator between males and females, but… well, times change. You always knew that, even during isolation back h-… on Newmoon Island.

The boy (you're pretty sure it's a boy) seemed to have no fear of you. If anything he looked concerned, asking if you were hurt. You certainly felt as much; your nightmares in particular were known to have a… draining effect on its victims. You knew that all too well…

But it was fine. You'd rested, and now wouldn't need to sleep for a while, at least. Whatever you lost, you'd recover in time. You wave the boy's question off, and tell him that he shouldn't be near you.

The boy completely disregards your warning, instead amazed by the fact that you could talk. Ah, that's right… humans can't understand the language of mortal creatures. Once upon a time, you wondered why, as both kinds' words were the same to you. The perks of being a god, you suppose.

You ask the boy why he's here. He looks too young to be left alone. The boy tells you he's not, that he's staying at a… "summer camp," whatever that is, nearby. He was part of a group of other children, but wandered off when he spotted a Dustox. After losing sight of it, he proceeded to walk aimlessly before finding you.

You tell the boy that such curiosity could get him ki-… hurt. The boy has enough sense to look ashamed as he kicks at the ground, admitting that you're right. To your confusion, he then sits down beside you.

When you ask, the boy tells you that he suddenly remembered one of the "camp's" rules: if one finds themselves lost, they must stay put so they can be found. As someone that doesn't want to be found, you take note of this rule and tell yourself to do the opposite later.

The last thing you want is for her to find you. Knowing her, she'll completely ignore the message you forced yourself to leave on Newmoon; that you didn't want to be followed. You wouldn't be surprised if she's already tearing through Sinnoh in a mad search for you.

Too bad. You're not going back. You're never going back. And if roaming the rest of the world forever keeps that from happening, so be it.

The boy pulls you out of your brooding spiral by asking for your name. You hesitated; you may be in a new region, but word travels fast, especially when those words are of a fearful sort.

Nervously, you dragged out your name, waiting for fear to cross the boy's face.

…It never comes. Only curiosity lies in those purple hues.

"...Dar-ku-rai?"

Dammit. You shouldn't have done that…

"It's nice to meet you, Kurai! My name's Dalex."

#pokemon #pokémon #Trainer!Dalex #Dalex Rathmore #Darkrai #*item get sound* You got a new friend! :D #axewchaoscribbles

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alexa-fika · 3 months

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A girl Lost in time AU

A/N: This work is a piece that includes plot and characters from the talented and wonderful @arashi-chan336 @arashi-goddess , she is incredibly talented and I am forever greatful to her for mentoring me trough my artistic endeavors both writing and writing, I miss you ❤️

This does not follow arashi’s nor does it suggest this is how arashi’s story will go, this is simply a take, I wrote a while back to practice encouraged by the goat herself, please take some time to check out her stories and art works, they are simply fantastic , true talent right there

This was my very first work that I completed a few years ago, I do hope you guys enjoy it as there is not too much content on these two royal blueheads

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Hakuren and Hakuyuu were walking on one of the palace’s hallways talking about what happened during the 9 months they were away from each other when suddenly a soldier came running and stopped in front of them bowing his head.

“Sires!”

“State your business soldier” Hakuyuu demanded.

“Please follow me princes.”

“I will inform you on the details on the way”

“On the way to what?” Hakuren said following him with his brother next to him.

“I-Its Nemurihime, she woke up.”

“What?! I want talk to her! “ Hakuren responded getting excited but calmed down after a stern look sent by his brother, this left the youngest pouting but lost it when the soldier continued talking.

“Shes not alone.”

“What do you mean”Hakuyuu asked narrowing his eyes.

“When the monks went to check on her she was awake with a girl next to her and she...”

“She what?” Hakuyuu pressured wanting to have all information on this stranger invading the palace. Wondering how could someone enter the room without any of the guards noticing.

“She seems to have the characteristics of an assimilated household, but there is no sign that she is one,” the soldier answered, still trying to take in everything that was happening.

“Wow, I thought nothing could top a possible-century old girl but seems I was proven wrong.” Hakuren commented getting more and more exited to get to the room but not letting his guard down, after all no one knew what the intentions of the stranger were nor of what she was capable of.

“And how is it that a stranger managed to go all the way to a room heavily guarded by guards?” Hakuyuu inquired voicing out his previous thoughts.

“W-We don’t know, your highness she simply appeared out of no where

And now she is attacking every soldier that gets near Nemurihime”

“How can one simple girl hold back the whole guard?” Hakuren questioned

“About tha-

“Surround her!”

“Don’t let her gain ground!”

Their conversation was interrupted by a series of screams that came from the isolated room surrounded by a multitude of guards.

“Make way for the Princes!”

Weapons in hand the siblings approached the source of the screaming. There,surrounded by soldiers, was a panther bearing it’s teeth to anyone who dared tried to get near it or the person behind her.

“How did this animal get here?!” Hakuren exclaimed

“Its the girl, your highness”

“I don’t know who educated you but that ain’t no girl!” The youngest Haku exclaimed freaked out.

“The girl transformed into it sir.”

“A shapeshifter?” The first imperial Prince mumbled.

“Things are getting more and more interesting” he mused

“Give us some space!” The oldest ordered

The soldiers ,although hesitant, vacated the place after the look their commander gave them.

Hakuyuu quickly glanced to where Nemurihime was sleeping minutes before.

Said girl did not looked scared at the growling panther if anything she seemed lost and confused.

Meanwhile Hakuren started cautiously approaching the feline ,still holding his Naginata tightly in case the latter attacked. “Hey miss its okay we aren’t here to hurt you we just want to talk to you, could you transform back?”

After thinking it over for some time the creature approached the bed where the other girl was and sat next to her .After that, smoke started to surround her and in place of the haired beast was a girl with striking green eyes staring back at them.

“ Alexa whats going on” said the blackhead still trying to get used to her surroundings

“To be honest, im not quite sure” the pinknette replied looking at her fellow Alma Torran friend.

“ I died...”Esher mumbled knowing her friend would still hear her no matter how quietly she talked.

“‎You think I don’t know that?”she responded just as quietly.

“... “

“I saw you die

And that's why when I heard they found a girl a century old, apparently, I had to check her out.

I'm glad I did.

I don't know how, but you're back.

I missed you “ The wolf hybrid confessed hugging her friend at the end. After some time they let go of each other and looked in front of them, there standing in front of them were the Haku brothers. Hakuyuu had his brows knitted trying to understand the strange language the two girls were using. Hakuren was just looking back and forth between the two trying to understand what was happening,in a less serious manner.

“So, what are your names?” The youngest prince asked the girls.

“ What?” Esher replied

“Yeah... I don’t think they speak our language” Hakuren stated. He had hopes that maybe they were talking in another language because they wanted to and not because they didn’t know their language.

“What are we suppose to do Yuu?” he questioned.

“Well maybe we could try to find a translator , but without knowing what language we are translating thats gonna be near impossible.” Hakuyuu explained

“You can do that or you could simply ask me to translate for you” All heads rapidly turned to the ,now grinning, pinkenette.

“You Can speak our language?!” Hakuren exclaimed gapping at girl.

“Why did you not inform us before that you could understand us” Hakuyuu demanded annoyed at the fact that the girl had kept quiet about it all this time.

“You didn’t ask” she simply responded giving a lopsided grin. Hakuyuu sighed annoyingly and continued.

“Well now that you have so kindly informed us of that can we know your names?” Hakuyuu asked trying to keep calm.

“Im Alexa and this here is Esher, I hope we can become good friends” she introduced her smile never faltering, shocking the brothers a bit, no one ever had introduced themselves like that to them heck they barely met anyone who was informal while talking to them.After the shock of her statement wore off ,clearing his throat Hakuyuu started speaking.

“Hey Alexa do any of you know why Esher was in a stone coffin?”

“Now that you mention it Im curious about that too...” the girl pondered aloud before turning towards her friend.

“ Hey Esher do you know why you were sleeping on a coffin?” she questioned

“No,the last thing I remember is...happiness” replied the blackhead mumbling the last part. That answer filled Alexa with sadness and guilt.

“No, she doesn’t know why she was in that coffin” mumbled turning back to the princes who were staring wide eyed at her.

“Y-your eyes they turned blue!!” shrieked the youngest of the two answering Alexa’s unsaid question.

“Ah, yeah that happens sometimes please don’t worry about, it will turn back to green eventually” Alexa brushed off avoiding eye contact with Esher, knowing that would worry her.

“B-But why does that happen!” Hakuren insisted still awed at the girls unique eyes. The oldest although did not show any excitement physically you could see the interest and curiosity in his eyes.

“It’s just something I was born with, some people get super intelligence or incredible strength I got color-changing eyes and a few other things” She answered with a forced smile.

“Thats so cool” the youngest gushed. While the prince was expressing his excitement Alexa glanced at the blackhead giving her a view of her eyes. When Esher saw them, knowing immediately what was wrong , embraced her. After some time they separated and looking straight at her, now blue, eyes she stated

“It was not your fault. Please do not feel sad”. Even after hearing this guilt still lingered in the shifter’s eyes ,so the blackhead continued.

“ Don’t let the past affect you, live on the present”with that last statement from the former Resistance leader Alexa smiled gratefully at her companion ,her eyes changing back to their original vivid green. Hakuren was about to start gushing again but stopped when he noticed his brother staring at the pinkenette with furrowed brows and a small frown on his face. Knowing that that look probably meant he had a question for the girl, the youngest moved on to try to communicate with Esher, even though they the latter was not able to understand.

When the firstborn noticed the pinkhead was looking at him he voiced his thoughts.

“Alexa I’ve been wondering ,but why are you here?” what she replied next surprised both him and his younger brother.

“Why? I was able to feel Esher’s magic, i gave her a small memento before we departed, I felt it power on again, I knew the chances were low but i had to see, im glad I did, I was able to find a friend I thought I had lost” she finished with a toothy grin and unwavering eyes that showed that she meant each and every word she just spoked.

To say he was impressed was an understatement. In all his years of being the first Imperial prince he had never met someone like the girls sitting in front of him. Although he did not know much of Esher seeing as he couldn’t directly communicate with her ,but what he did know is that she was found in a place full of century looking things, she definetly peaked his curiosity.

Alexa did not fall behind in the slightest. Not only was she the first person to speak to her informaly,besides his family and Judar, she had a view on things he has never seen in anyone and she wasn’t afraid to show show her opinion something that Hakuyuuu found shocking. Plus there was her unique abilities and appearance ,it was needless to say that for the first time in a long time he was intrigued.

A girl who only spoke a strange language, wore strange clothings and who’s age could surpass all ancient things they had encountered before. And a girl with animal like appearence and eye-changing colors. Hakuren was curious yet exited for what was to happen in the near future.

Arashi I really miss you girl, I cannot put into words how much you helped me and inspire me both to write and draw, im so sorry if I did something wrong or if I was too much. I love you 💜 ( here’s to hoping that you’re okay, have been worried that something happened all these years)

#magi x reader #ren hakuyuu #hakuren #hakuren x reader #hakuren x oc #hakuyuu x reader #hakuyuu x oc #magi labyrinth of magic #esher #agirllostintime #alma torran

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immortalbumblebee · 1 year

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Chapter 15: Support Beam

Baby Vi? Baby Vi.

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“And you’re sure you can’t stay for some tea, pet?” Babette asked, the older Yordle trotting behind you as you stepped outside. The cold air washed over your exposed face, making you pull your bandana back up, snug over your nose.

Looking down at the woman, no more than three feet tall, you smiled at her behind the mask. “Sorry Ma’am, not this time.”

She smiles back at you, the lines on her face crinkling, showing the woman’s age (a feat, accounting for Yordles’ ability to live for centuries). “Well then, you be safe and try to stay warm tonight, alright? Don’t need you catching a cold, and tell those boys of yours I send my love!” Allowing her a motherly kiss on the cheek, you bid her one final farewell before turning and continuing on your way.

You embraced the feeling of falling into the crowd, a face among many as merchants called out to possible buyers. There were a few looming figures up above on the catwalks too, bridges merging sections of different levels along the chasm, highlighting Zaun’s disordered, haphazard engineering and architecture. You tried not to linger on those looming figures though, you’d learned long ago that people who tended to linger out in the open in the Underground were rarely the type of people you cared to associate with outside of business. Instead, you turned to the paper that Benzo had handed to you this morning, a list of names written in his messy script.

“Narco and Skye…” You mused. “Wonder what they wanted to talk about.”

Rounds had started a while back, maybe about two or three years or so. A particularly bad round of enforcer raids had left some of the businesses in shambles and the people worried, so your small group of four had rallied up and organized a sort of club, one could call it? A group of people who all took turns taking a night to walk along the streets of the fissures (always armed), taking note of anything that could be an issue; enforcers sniffing around where they shouldn’t, reporting bodies washing up in the sewer pipes, helping any drunken idiots home, that sort of thing. But over time it also adapted to be a sort of…check-in with people? Someone could call on the apartment and say they wanted to talk with people about the revolution if it wasn’t an emergency, then someone would drop by and hear them out. It was honestly a great way to stay in tune with the people you were fighting with/for, a way to keep on the Undercity’s pulse, and even get new information on jobs or stuff happening across the river.

Just sucked that it was an all-night investment. But hey, not like you maintained a regular sleep schedule on a normal day.

You tucked your hands in your pockets as you continue your walk through the street, scanning your surroundings and smiling to the merchants and customers that you knew. A few times you noted some of the more shadowy sellers eyeing you from their booths; individuals selling live animals, “exotic” goods from the Shadow Isles or Freljord, and possibly even a booth selling what you’re pretty sure were hard drugs. If it exists, you can sell it in Zaun, right? You heard Benzo’s chastising voice in your head telling you to mind your business, so you turned the other way.

Not long after, you arrive at a simple metal apartment building; like thousands of others all over the Underground. It’s thin, carefully slotted in between two much thicker buildings as if it was an afterthought, filling in an alleyway with a cramped structure of silver and broken windows. As you’re about to walk in through the building’s front door, however, there’s the sound of a window opening and the loud screaming of a toddler.

“What the…” You look up to find a round, grinning face staring down at you, a little three-year-old girl happily calling to you from three stories up as she waves with both hands.

“Minny! Minny!” Young Violet calls, and you can’t help but laugh a little at the sight. “I’m up here!” Bright pink hair sat atop her hair, sticking out at every odd angle, matching her soft pink night dress.

“Yes, I see that Violet.” You smile and nod. “Please be careful, you don’t want to fall from all the way up there, right?”

“I…” She pauses, in the way that young children do mid-sentence, then continues to giggle “I won’t!”

“I’m going to walk up and come to your door, okay?” You ask, motioning to the door. “Be there when I knock?”

“Yeah!”

And sure enough, just as you knocked on the heavy wooden door of the family apartment, you could hear her shouting from the other side. It only took a moment for Narco to answer the door, emerging with Violet popped on his hip. He had obviously just gotten home from work himself, still partially clad in his factory coveralls with the sleeves tied around his waist, chest covered by a stained grey t-shirt. His violent red hair stuck up at any angle it saw fit, just like his daughter’s, and his eyes showed clear signs of exhaustion, but his smile was still easy and warming.

“Minny!” The young girl screamed! Atop her father’s hip, she now carried a stuffed rabbit and was contently sucking on one of the ears.

“Min, good seeing you!” Narco ushered you in, closing the door behind you. He has a kind voice, low in timbre with a slight rasp you’ve come to associate with those who’ve worked in the mines. “’m sorry for the mess, with both of us still working, and now with Violet…”

“Hey, you don’t need to explain anything to me.” You laugh, lowering your bandana. “You’ve seen our apartment, right? Hardly ones to judge.”

He chuckled at that, putting Violet down gently. “Ha, fair enough. What do we say to our guest, Sweetheart?”

Violet happily grabbed you by the hand and started leading you toward the seating area. Although “seating area” may be misleading, as the whole entirety of the apartment was maybe twice the area space of Jericho’s booth if that. A small couch was pushed off to the corner, placed among stacks of books and various baby toys, with a fridge and oven (that looked to be broken) right next to it as a ‘kitchen’. A bedroom, that is, a double mattress with a second-hand crib was blocked off with a curtain on the other side of the apartment, and then a little washroom walled off, although missing its door. But even with the crampedness, the three of them made it feel homey. The baby toys, dirty dishes, and clothes that Skye was working on made the home feel lived-in, along with various bits and pieces you assumed were parts of Narco’s diy projects.

“Make yourself at home!” The small child spoke enthusiastically, plopping down on the couch, and dragging you beside her.

“Why thank you, Lass.” You smiled, ruffling her hair. Violet’s bright pink hair, similar to Narco’s when he was younger, was long and tattered, and you recalled Skye’s ranting about how impossible it was for her to try and cut. The little girl apparently wanted to grow it out long, and was dead-set on the idea, despite her constantly getting it knotted and matted with all the running around she does.

“She’s just on her way to bed.” Narco smiled adoringly at his daughter’s beaming face as he locked the door and joined you. “Lil one wouldn’t tuck in before saying hello to you first, though.”

“And Skye?” You ask.

“Held up at work.” Narco rolled his eyes, you could read the irritation loud and clear although he refused to say anything. “She’d be here if she could.”

“Give her my love when she gets back.” You nod, then turn back to Violet as she calls your name.

“Minny! Do the thing! Do the thing!” She’s yanking at your arm, and you laugh.

“What thing?”

“The thing with the metal!” She waves her hands in the air, making a little ‘oooo’ sound to emphasize her point.

“Oh, you mean this thing?” Beckoning with one of your fingers, a couple spare screws fly off from a nearby shelf and begin swirling around Violet’s head. She screams in delight, immediately beginning to grab at them, trying to catch them as they fly up and around her little head, but every time she does they fly out just out of her grasp.

“First time you did that she didn’t shut up about it for a week.” Narco recollected. “Kept yammering me to do it for her instead. You ever consider going into children’s entertainment, rather than metalworking?”

You snorted at this, finger swirling in a circular motion. “Pretty sure I’d be paid less than I already am, thanks.”

“Fair point.” The man shrugged with a smile.

“You’re turning four soon, aren’t you Violet?” You asked. “Next month if I’m remembering right.”

She hums a ‘yes’ but is still trying to catch the screws. “Then I’ll be almost as old as you, Minny!”

“Oh, I highly doubt that, Lass.” You laugh and make one of the screws gently poke her on the nose, which she seems to find downright delightful. “You make any new friends lately?”

“Not really.” She says, non-committally.

“She spends time with some of the other young ones at Mrs. Ayda’s when Skye and I are working,” Narco explains. “But other than that…we hate to say that we aren’t exactly married to the idea of her going out and playing on her own. I know it’s how we were raised, and she needs friends her own age, but…”

“Don’t worry, I get it.” You nod. “Niya has a niece who’s a little older than you, Violet. I can see if she’d be okay with coming over and playing with you a little. Would that be okay?”

“Okay.” The child doesn’t seem to care one way or the other. It’s sweet, to see the innocence, but also tugs at your heart a little.

“Alright, sweetheart. It’s time for bed.” Narco groans as he stands up, and you promptly put the screws away. The young girl begins to shout in protest, but it doesn’t last long before her father convinces her to give you a giant hug goodnight and toddle off to bed. He returns to the living room shortly, greeting you again with a tired smile. “Apologies if we’re taking up too much of your time.”

“Being able to see you guys is always worth it.” You reassure him. “Besides, I still have lots of time for my other check-ins.”

“Lots tonight?” He asks, pouring himself a cup of coffee from a pot. He wordlessly offers you one as well, which you accept.

“Nah, but we have a trader exchange a couple hours before sunrise.” You explain. “I’m running security, making sure no enforcers get too close, you know the jist.”

“Yeah…I really gotta get on doing more rounds.” As he sits down on the couch, he lifts his large round glasses to massage the bridge of his nose. There, sitting across from you holding his cup of coffee, and seeing the way his shoulders sag, you take in just how exhausted this man looks. As you exchange some small talk, discussing some of the regular inner workings of your city, you study him. Bloodshot eyes blend right in with his fiery hair tones, and his normally clean-shaven chin’s scraggly with steadily growing facial hair. The way he tenses his shoulders, and the slight groan whenever he moves his torso, you’re wondering when was the last time Narco had had a night off. Hesitantly, you lean forward, letting your arms prop up against your thighs.

“You doing okay, mate?”

“Me? I’m fine.” He waves you away. “Fatherhood and work keeping me busy is all.”

Your eyes furrow. “You been sleeping lately?” His only response is a low chuckle as he takes a sip of his coffee, and it’s the only response you need.

“Narco-” “I appreciate the concern Min, truly. But rest assured, I get enough lectures from my wife.” His words aren’t harsh, no sense of irritation,, just…resigned. You feel the need to push the issue, but ultimately nod your head in silent understanding.

“Vander’s got a midnight shift tonight ‘till sunrise, but then he’ll be home until the fights tomorrow night.” You consider. “If you drop off the little lass before then, he’ll be happy to watch her. I’ve got work until three, but then I can come home and watch her during the fights. She’ll be fed proper, and we can send her home with some hot meals. You take the day to rest, right?”

He smiles, fatherly. He’s got too many wrinkles on his face for a man just a couple years your elder. “We’re not in the business of taking handouts, Min. You know that.”

“Then what sort of jobs you got lined up? I know you’re one of Benzo’s main tip-offs from the docks, you let us in for, say, 35-55 depending on the shipment and we’ll call it square. Just, y’know, don’t fuck us this time? Don’t think we’ve forgotten about that Noxian guard mishap.”

He hesitates, taking a long sip from his drink while he thinks. But then he puts his mug down and reaches into his back pocket. “I did tell Benzo about the guards. But besides that…how’s a merchant vessel of Freljordian meats sound?”

A small smile graces your lips. “Sounds to me like we’ve got a deal, Pops.”

***

“-I was sailing just the other day,”

The crunch of pavement under your boot lines your words. Around you, the sounds of waves wash up and over the promenade’s shores. The bridge is up, as to discourage your kind from crossing, the lights of Piltover dancing across the way, and just a couple blocks away there’s a group of traders handing off about 30 hexes worth of supplies to Benzo and his coworkers.

“Out beyond Bilgewater Bay,”

Something between an old sailor's song and a prayer you remember from the pubs of your hometown. Although you know the importance of security detail, your mind is across the ocean, picturing a different life of crime out on the open seas. Akin to the tales of your mother’s past. But then, the sound of more footsteps on the pavement catches your attention.

“When, from the depths, she came my way,”

You’re whispering now, ducking in behind a nearby plate of wooden crates as you keep your ears open. The footsteps are getting louder now, approaching you at a slow, thoughtless pace. You hook your hand behind you, grasping the hilt of your knife.

“the Wing-Eared Sunken Lady…”

A familiar magical hum hits you as the person approaches, a metallic thrum that strikes your mind. It’s a frequency you know well, but can’t quite place.

“She swallowed me whole, me skiff and me soul,”

He crosses you, headed straight into the direction of the trade, and you don’t even need to think twice upon seeing the blue of his uniform before plunging your knife into his thigh.

Slowed down and taken by surprise, the Enforcer lets out a welp of pain and reaches for his baton, but you don’t give him the chance to react before you’re kneeing him in the kidney. He topples to the ground, and you wank out your knife, clutching its hilt in your hand as you deliver one more strike to his temple with the pummel. His body relaxes, unconscious.

“So I'm singin' this song in her belly,”

Not a moment passes before you’re using your bandana to apply pressure to the wound. The bleeding stops after a matter of minutes, and you tie the fabric in a tight knot just above the spot, just to be sure.

“And now I must wait 'til I meet my fate,”

You leave him by the entrance of the bridge, trapped with his own cuffs but in plain sight. It’s almost sunlight, the traders will be gone in a matter of minutes and the bridge will lower. He’ll be found within the half-hour.

So you walk away, using a quick swipe of your fingers to sheath your dagger back into place.

“In the Wing-Eared Sunken Lady..."

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thermodynamic-comedian · 1 year

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Have any thoughts about the locked tomb lately?

oh, so many. always. all day long. here's a few highlights:

perfect lyctorhood is literally mutual death.

scary alecto rights AND wrongs.

people need to make john gaius more cringe.

for some reason, it took me this long to figure out "niner" names are literally just variations of the number nine. that's why they all start with the letter n. same with the other house last names.

i love camilla with all of my sapphic being.

would john gaius be a homestuck. homestucks please let me know as i am not one myself

highly dislike people who project toxic masculinity onto john. he is literally an allegory for why and how you don't have to be Bad in order to be bad. he is a case study of a soft, sentimental progressive, who got too fucking powerful and caused a mass extinction event.

also highly dislike people who think the name 'kiriona gaia' was forced onto gideon. she literally makes zero indication that she doesn't like the name. it connects her with an entirely different culture than her niner name. let the girl have her character arc.

alright, i've also had a LOT of thoughts about the harrow nova role reversal au, except john and alecto's roles are reversed, but i already wrote them all down, so here's a copy-and-paste version of that:

- john with the orange/yellow eyes. alecto with the nuclear fallout eyes.

- mercymorn and augustine absolutely terrified of alecto.

- ninth house shadow cult worships john's body instead of alecto's.

- nigenad poetry about him? possibly?

- since this is still the harrow nova universe, RD!gideon would've been the one who broke into the tomb as a child.

- she broke into the tomb and found john and was like "this is the mf we've been tomb-keeping the whole time? he is literally just a guy."

- she was not impressed.

- but nobody would ever believe her if she told them.

- oh, also, the wake thing still happened, so gideon, unknowingly, found his father's body. maybe if his eyes were open she would've realized it, but alas.

- 10 000 is a long time. plenty enough for alecto to establish an entirely different nine houses.

- she would style it after the earth!! bc she literally is the earth, and she misses the system that had been!!

- alecto's personality and demeanor fit the role of god way better than john's, tbh.

- like. she speaks biblically. he speaks tumblr references.

- at the end of ntn, he would walk out of that tomb like "oops looks like my alarm didn't go off again lol"

- the story of a planet and a human. where the planet traps the human in a sleep for 10 000 years. she keeps him alive because she loves him, but he can't keep existing freely because of his powers.

- tbh. i have an intrinsic need to objectify john gaius

- he is so so pretty and inside a glass coffin for forever. ideal man. /j

- he would not stab alecto!!! he wouldn't. he would try and he would fall to his knees dramatically and start sobbing "i missed you so much, i missed you so much, why did you leave me? i've been so cold, so cold and dead and alone for all these centuries." and THEN he would kill her. or at least attempt to. even in canon universe, it's made clear she's stronger than him.

- scary alecto rights AND wrongs. she kills!!!! and not out of fear like jod, just out of anger. very sexy of her tbh.

#tlt #the locked tomb #the locked tomb spoilers #tlt spoilers #ntn spoilers #john gaius #alecto the first #lyctorhood

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Books I read this year and quick thoughts about them cause last year when I did this I had fun remembering them.

Under the cut cause there are a bit too many.

Ratings are 100% subjective. Going by order I've read them, not rank or whatever. I'd generally rec everything above 3 stars.

Crier's War by Nina Varela

What if you were a human, the slave race under the ruling androids and you wanted to kill the "daughter" of the lord of your city, but she was actually nice. Gay and technically enemies to lovers..? Though only the human wants to kill the other. Just a pretty nice, enjoyable fantasy. 3/5

Iron Heart by Nina Varela

Sequel to Crier's War. Here it becomes less conflict between the main characters and more world-wide troubles. Consisted quality with the first book and it also has a scene where the main characters decide to pretend to be wives to trick their way into a mansion. Hilarity ensues, which was a great break from the world-wide conflict. 3/5

A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf

No notes needed, I think. As of writing this, this is the best essay I've ever read. Even though you can see its age at some points, I feel it's still very relevant. 4/5

Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

In a remote mansion, a father and a daughter take on a sickly woman. At points it felt like I was reading a lesbian romance. Which is wild considering this is written by a man in the 19th century. Absolutely horrid ending. 2.75/5

Carmilla and Laura by SD Simper

What Carmilla could and should had been. Same premise, much, much better ending. 3.75/5

Late to the Party by Kelly Quindlen

Quindlen has this uncanny skill that makes me feel and almost miss teen years I never had or would I have (cause all her works are set in the US). This particular book was a very... I think good portrayal of not fitting in, and what you might be willing to do and sacrifice to do so. And then the growth that (hopefully) comes through such experiences. 4/5

Whipping Girl by Julia Serano

Not much to say. The description, twice, promised arguments that included her knowledge of biology. That wasn't the case. A fine book to read, but the rating I gave it reflects my annoyance with that description and its setting of wrong expectations. Pay more attention to the title in this one. 3/5

Legends & Lattes by Travis Baldree

Top tier vibes. An orc adventurer settles down and makes a coffee shop in a town that doesn't know what coffee is. Did not vibe with the climax or the romance (that felt shoehorned in) but overall a very enjoyable read. 3.5/5

An Absolutely Remarkable Thing by Hank Green

Giant alien sculptures appear all around the globe, and the world tries to understand what they are. The main character is one of the first that finds them. One of the most interesting premises I've read. And a very interesting book right up until the ending, which I really, really didn't like. Maybe book two fixes my problems with it, but it was too sudden and I was not in a good place to give it a try then. The rating might be too harsh, but it is what I felt right after finishing it. 2.75/5

A Spindle Splintered by Alix E. Harrow

A pretty cool retelling of the Sleeping Beauty. A very hopeful book, even if the main character starts it by celebrating their last birthday. 3/5

The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas by Ursula K. Le Guin

I still think about this story sometimes. Absolutely insane how Le Quin managed to write something this short and this good. I found out more about myself from this story. I know me better through thinking about this story. It's just amazing, read it and think on it. 4/5

Short Stuff by Kate Fierro, Alysia Constantine, Jude Sierra, Julia Ember, Jen Sternick, Tom Wilinsky

A short LGBTQ+ stories collection. I was in a really bad place at the time of reading it, I barely remember anything. Though I do remember that some were really good though, while others were... pretty meh to even just... bad. Overall 3/5.

Elysium Girls by Kate Pentecost

Praise be the dystopia that got me out of my reading slump! Really cool concept, I loved it. The magic and technology is also very well made. 3.25/5

The Druid's Call by E. K. Johnston

A book made to accompany the movie D&D: Honor Among Thieves and to expand on Doric's character. It's basically her whole backstory leading up to the movie events. I think there's nothing to say here, right? There is? Okay. I've watched, listened, read and played through maybe too many stories. Seen thousands upon thousands of characters. No one ever came close to how much I relate to Doric and her story. This book is the most accurate description of abandonment and trust issues I've ever read. It was also aware how something like that might heal, and how blind you might seem (or be) when carrying such baggage. Again, my thoughts are very subjective and biased, but this is one of the best books I've ever read. 5/5

The Fellowship of the Ring by J. R. R. Tolkien

I'm not writing a description for this. You know what it is. Dense writing and worldbuilding, but it so happens that I'm into that. :P 3.5/5

Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch by Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman

Not writing a description for this either. You're reading this on Tumblr, therefore you know the show. :P Some parts are better than the show, some are not. The kids' characters are much more well developed here, I think. Same with the Witch. Worth reading if you've seen the show, worth if you haven't. 3.5/5

A Different Kind of Us by Kelly Quindlen

At her first job, the main character finds out that her ex-best friend and first love works there as well. A fun, sad and more adult take on the type or stories Quindlen tends to write. A nice change to see adults struggle and work towards coming to terms with themselves and their relationships. 4/5 (Quindlen is one of my fav authors, I'm biased, shut up)

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

A deadly heist, attempted by a skilled band of thieves and thugs that you will end up loving (the vast majority of them anyways). It had been a while since I've read YA fantasy before reading this, and it was a bit surreal feeling like a 15yo again. The book itself is really interesting, but the characters are not 16yo, I'm sorry. Still, they are really, really cool in their own unique ways. The magic system is a really good one as well. 3.5/5

Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo

Sequel to Six of Crows. Great book and a damn good ending. I would kill for Inej and Jesper. 3.75/5

Say the Name: A Survivor's Tale in Prose and Poetry by Judith H. Sherman

This is a book that I believe everyone should read. It's not a fun or light read, but I think it should be in everyone's library. It describes the experiences of a 14yo Jewish girl (the author at the time) who was imprisoned in the Ravensbruck Concentration Camp during World War II. No other book, movie or documentary about that part of history has hit me more than this book. I think that when we're just seeing numbers, it's so easy for our mind to numb out the horror each individual experienced. The way Say the Name focuses on a single experience gets you away from numbers and statistics, and the focus on one person was, to me, so much more impactful. Read it. 4/5

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston

You meet a hot girl in your commute, but it turns out she's lost in time, stuck in the subway for eternity. What do you do? An absolute joy of a book. Main and side characters were all fantastic. It's a great story and top tier romance. One of the few books I loved so much that I went out of my way to grab a physical copy. It's better read while on the train by the way. It truly enhances the experience. 4.5/5

Radio Silence by Alice Oseman

Big themes of following expectations (your own and others) and depression. Not an easy read, and I think it would touch some people more than others. 3.5/5

Girl, Woman, Other by Bernardine Evaristo

A big cast, and many different stories that are all interconnected through various means. I think this is another book that should be read by everyone. 4/5

Love Beyond Body, Space & Time by Hope Nicholson with David A. Robertson, Cherie Dimaline, Gwen Benaway, Richard Van Camp, Mari Kurisato, Nathan Adler, Daniel Heath Justice, Darcie Little Badger, Cleo Keahna, Grace L. Dillon, Niigaanwewidam James Sinclair

Another short stories collection. Some are amazing, some are meh and some I would had loved if they were more lengthy. A lovely collection overall. 3.25/5

The Two Towers by J. R. R. Tolkien

Started great, then kinda slowed down to a point that even though I thought I like his writing style, it became quite tiring to get through. Still a really good book. 3.25/5

Bitterthorn by Kat Dunn

A Witch haunts a city, taking a young man every generation or so. Our protagonist is the daughter of the current duke, and in deep depression. So when the Witch comes for her toll once more, she volunteers instead. Very atmospheric. But I think what won me over, is the characters and their interactions. There's this thing in fiction, where you make two characters have a fight, but they reconcile because they each can see the error of their ways and are willing to swallow their pride cause they care for each other. That is a "trope" that I will eat up every single time, and it is done greatly here. 4.25/5

And now I haven't touched a book for over a month... Here's hoping that I'll start reading again by January. :P

#book recs #books #personal #long post #been writing this on and off for a while in the drafts #and since i don't think i'll finish anything else by the end of the year #might as well post it #mmhm

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Sexual Tension Masterlist

A Deep Distance (ao3) - AveryWardpens namor of talokan/shuri E, 5k

Summary: AU Canon Divergent Shuri & Namor as parents, in love, missing each other after unexpected travel delays due to running a whole nation.

Shuri & Namor miss each other so badly they don't know how to act when they're reunited.

A Game of Serpents and Gods (ao3) - tacotime namor of talokan/shuri E, 73k

Summary: After Namor threatens Shuri with his ultimatum to burn the world together or go to war with Talokan, she turns his offer on him to stall for time.

“Convince me, and I will stay here. With you, and burn the world together.”

(Where Wakanda hasn't found her and Riri yet, and Shuri gives Namor a week to woo her into this insane plan of his).

Alphas Initiative (ao3) - YukiRiikus_Reading_Room peggy/bucky, clint/steve, steve/bucky, pepper/rhodey/tony E, 10k

Summary: Steve's had a crush on the most popular Alpha at his university for as long as he can remember. But when Clint starts paying attention to him, Steve can't help but wonder if it's really love, or if it's just because he's an unknotted Omega...

Call Boy (ao3) - L1av steve/bucky E, 149k

Summary: Bucky Barnes was skyrocketing through promotions at his advertising firm. Now, a partnership position is opening and if Bucky wants to see his name on the building, he needs to impress not only Mr. Tony Stark, but his wife Pepper. To do this, it takes a team, a couple to be exact. Bucky asks his ex-wife Natasha to set him up with the perfect girl, blonde, tall, thick thighs and huge tits, but with the personality that’ll get Pepper all smiles.

What Bucky gets? Tall, blonde, thick thighs…and a penis. Can this male escort pretend to not only be Bucky’s fiance but also impress Pepper enough to win Bucky the promotion? Is he going to impress Bucky enough to get him to sleep with him?

Steve loves working for his tip.

Command Me To Be Well (ao3) - tumtatumtum steve/bucky, peggy/angie E, 29k

Summary: The first time Bucky meets his new partner, he’s shackled to the wall of a filthy torture chamber.

Incubus!Bucky and Priest!Steve travel through 16th century Italy hunting HYDRA monsters for the Vatican, kicking ass and trying not to fall into bed with each other.

Well, Steve tries. Bucky's mostly a flirtatious little shit.

Dissonance (ao3) - stuckybarnes peter/wade M, 121k

Summary: Wherein Deadpool is reluctantly hired to protect Peter Parker from an organization out to hunt him, with varying success on both ends and quite a lot of feelings, revelations, and identity crises.

humming with the birds (ao3) - atlantablack sam/bucky T, 1k

Summary: Sam has always had a thing for walking the edge of too much, for flying too close to the goddamn sun. Has always had a thing for smart men with steady hands and pretty mouths, and fuck if Bucky Barnes doesn’t tick every box Sam’s ever had. He should be praying for his life and instead all he can think about is the way Bucky’s mouth, his goddamn mouth, won’t stop parting all slick with confusion.

“Go on,” Sam hears himself say, voice low, heat snaking through the words. “If you’re gonna kill me, baby, let’s get started. La petite mort.” He’s so warm he thinks he’s going to burn up, and Bucky hasn’t moved an inch, every line of his body pressed against Sam’s is a taunt, a temptation.

Las Vegas (ao3) - elcapitan_rogers steve/natasha E, 219k

Summary: Steve was freaking out over his own wedding and the gang decided to take him to Las Vegas to unwind him.

let me put my lips to something (ao3) - livingincolors sam/bucky M, 1k

Summary: Bucky took a firm hold of Sam’s wrists, pinning his arms to his sides and holding him in place.

“No,” he said, trying to bite back his smile and be firm, but it was hard when Sam’s eyes were that bright, his gapped-tooth smile so wide and infectious.

Then, Sam’s smile turned a bit mischievous, and he surged forward, mouth open as it latched onto the closest part of Bucky—which happened to be his neck—and bit down.

A small moan escaped Bucky’s lips before he could stop it.

like it's the only thing i'll ever do (ao3) - howdoyousleep steve/bucky E, 39k

Summary: When Steve opens the door, Bucky feels like he’s been living in clouds for the past few days, maybe even his entire life. Steve is life, Steve is happiness, Steve is the sun. He has such a visceral reaction to seeing the Alpha that he feels his knees go weak, feels his body draw tight towards the other man, pulled in.

Or big Alpha Steve moves into sweet little Omega Bucky's apartment building and a roller-coaster build of a romance ensues.

My House of Stone (your ivy grows) (ao3) - YoureNotDoneFighting steve/natasha M, 4k

Summary: Natasha tipped her head back to the ceiling and closed her eyes. She’d come down here to get away from Steve, or at least the thoughts of him that invaded her dreams — More specifically, thoughts of them. Yet there he was. It was like the man had a radar that pointed him in her direction exactly when she didn’t want him there. If she was being honest with herself though, it was more like she wanted to not want him there.

Shameless (ao3) - Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar) bucky/tony M, 2k

Summary: Prompt: imagine Tony and Bucky flirting everywhere, in the tower, out fighting random bad guy of the day over the coms, even out in public. it started as a game to see who could get the other to blush or fluster first but it dissolved into shameless flirting quickly. eventually it's Bucky who cracks first, pushing Tony up against a wall, kissing the living daylights out of him and using that super soldier strength to pick Tony up to hold against the wall. bonus if Clint walks in on them.

Tony isn’t actually sure which of them starts it—he’d like to take credit, but if he’s learned anything it’s that Barnes is by no means a wilting flower. Besides, the start doesn’t matter as much as figuring out who’s going to actually finish it.

Strip Me All The Way (ao3) - KandiSheek bucky/tony E, 4k

Summary: Bucky can't seem to fail at anything, and it's unfairly attractive. Would it kill him to not be so competent? Because Tony would really appreciate it, thank you.

The Wrong Wedding (ao3) - Xliviaxrtega steve/natasha G, 10k

Summary: Steve is getting married. Nat had left two years before, after one drunken "mistake". Will a wedding invitation bring them together? Or farther apart?

Two of a Kind, the Perfect Pair (ao3) - stfustucky (iwillpaintasongforlou) steve/bucky E, 78k

Summary: “Can you fake it?” Bucky echoes with emphasis. “Stark needs to think he’s won in order to leave you alone, right? So what if we just pretend to go along with this plan of his for a while, and then Tony gets his victory and you get your peace. One week of indulging him with a little fake sexcation, and then we amicably part ways. You prove to him that you’re capable of being in a relationship but just not interested, and he leaves you alone. Problem solved.”

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Steve is one big ball of sexual frustration and mediocre social skills, so Tony, being the nice friend that he is, goes to a matchmaking service to find him a partner. There he finds Bucky, a former Black Ops vet with a mysterious metal arm and a charming smile, and brings him home to Steve. Steve is too busy being hung up on his own insecurities to actually be in a real relationship right now, but he and Bucky hatch a plan to fake date for a week so that Tony will get off his back. What could possibly go wrong with a plan like that?

We'll Haunt This Place (The Two of Us) (ao3) - ElloPoppet clint/steve, bucky/sam E, 25k

Summary: Huh. Captain America showing up at his farm unannounced in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon with a suitcase. Somehow, not the strangest thing to ever happen to Clint. Not even the strangest way he had been woken from a nap, honestly.

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Dream Interpretation: A Harmless Crush

KATH the SAPH:

There was a time where I spent every waking moment thinking about him,that beautiful boy, Richard.

Richard was,in my opinion, the most attractive man to exist in the mundane little Midwest World I lived in.

I have daddy issues I assume developed because my father abused me as an infant and left when I was only 3,leaving a gaping hole in my heart where the role of a loving man should have been.

So, I fell for the popular naughty boy who played a puritan at church. I knew better though, I saw the way Rich looked at all women. Despite the fact that I was unrefined and unkempt compared to the other teenagers, I still caught Rich preening and glancing at me.

I held hope that maybe one day I could muster the courage to just talk to him, or any of the boys but I was not raised with people skills, and I especially didn't know how to interact with individuals of the opposite sex.

I never would get a chance to find out. At camp one year, I fell off of a top bunk while sleep walking and cracked my head open on the concrete floor. The two girls and the counselor in my room were horrified to see the blood pouring from my head.

I might have lived if there had been a nurse or doctor with us, but instead they tried to rush me to a hospital, but I was declared dead before any operation could take place.

As a ghost, I watched my family for some time but I still had a major crush on Richard, so I haunted him instead. As he grew up, I was surprised to see him become a lonely thespian who pursued missionary work.

Once I felt bored and ignored by him during my hauntings,I returned to my family and watched them for a while. When several centuries had passed,I returned to the church I grew up in and decided to stay there and in the surrounding town until I could find rest.

I chose to be in the form of my teenage self, when I felt and looked the happiest.

One day I was reliving a memory where I was forgotten during hide and seek and I was crying in the daycare room on the third floor. I knew no one would ever come, but I felt even worse now knowing I was actually dead and alone here.

Then something odd happened, the door opened and I heard someone call out my name.

"Kath? I know you're in here. Please come out. "

Kath? Kath?! No one had called me that except my sister. Who was this? I felt both excited and terrified. I hid further into my corner behind some couches. It was a weird corner that people would assume was too small for a person, but it was just right for me.

In the dark I hear the man or boy walking around then he sat on the couch near me and let out a sigh, "Kath,I know you're in here. You don't have to be afraid of me... you don't need to be alone anymore. "

I stood up cautiously to look who it was and saw Richard. I dropped back down immediately and blushed. He was young and handsome again, just like forever ago.

"Please come sit with me Kathleen." I hated being called that but maybe he knew that and was trying to get rise out of me. But HOW? How would he know?

I took a deep breath and stepped over the couch and sat by him from a distance,I blinked a few times and my eyes confirmed it was him in the flesh.

He held his arms out like he wanted a hug. "Kath, please"

"Richard, I may have a crush on you, but this is weird even for you. Why are you acting like you care about me and know me? "

He seemed shocked and hurt, "We-we were best friends... Don't you remember the animation I made for you in class? Or the dance we had at camp? Or the time we all got shifty pizza in the mall? Or the scavenger hunt in Oklahoma?" I shook my head and he seemed like he would cry, "We were going to get married but you got into a car accident coming to visit family here. I wish I had died with you then-"

"You must have me confused with someone else, I died after I fell and split my head open when I was 15 at Tall Sky Campground."

"No, Kath, you just got a concussion. You were different afterwards, sure ,but not much and that trip was the one where we became friends. You didn't know you had a concussion so you still participated in everything, you even played sports and played offense during 'capture the flag'. How can you not remember? "

I told him my experience and he told me his. Together we came to the conclusion that we were from two different realities and that we somehow met at a midway point in the afterlife. We both sat in silence for a little while processing everything.

Richard spoke first.

"The days following your death I had several dreams about you. Dreams about me trying to find you here at church,at your college,at the places you lived,and several other places."He looked down at his hands,"The dreams felt so real,every time that I saw you and tried to talk to you, it was like there was an invisible wall stopping the words from reaching you. Every time I tried to reach out and touch you,something would change and I would wake up or be sent to another dream. I learned that the only way I could interact was by mumbling or whispering to you and only gesturing to touch you. It was unbelievably frustrating to have you right in front of me and I couldn't really have you. Waking up was the worst-"

I stopped him,"Richard,I had the same dreams and I don't think they were just dreams. I think you were really traveling across the dimensions and meeting me. I could feel you,see you and hear you...it just always felt muted.Have you ever heard of Astral Projection or studied time travel?"

Richard looked at me with concern,"No...?"

I took a few moments to explain them to him then I had a thought. "Rich,I want to test a theory. Let's try to fall asleep here and see what happens,if we really dead,nothing will happen. We may not even be able to sleep,I've never tried...but with you here I think I can fall asleep. "

He smiled and held me,"I'm just glad to have you here now,I don't remember the last time I slept,so why not?"

We talked for a little while longer before we snuggled closer and got comfortable and closed our eyes. Moments later,I fell asleep.

...

"Kath! Hold onto me!" A man cried near me,I couldn't see or feel anything so I just imagined I was holding someone and held on tight.

Moments later I was staring at a disaster.

I was standing in front of my high-school and tornados were destroying everything and people were being sent flying. One was headed in my direction,and as it neared me I stared at it in horror but nothing happened. I blinked and I was sitting in a bathroom in the church sitting next to Richard. He looked at me and put a finger up to his mouth. I heard my Nana calling me name outside. Richard mouthed,"It's not really her." I looked at him in concern,so many questions looming in my mind. I felt fuzzy. When everything was silent he grabbed my hand and led me outside to a car and my body moved on its own getting in the back of the car. Richard then drove us to a fast food restaurant nearby and got food. After he handed it back to me,I felt this sense of happiness but I also started to feel drowsy.

I tried to keep my eyes open as I could hear and see Richard trying to say something but I fell asleep before I could find out what he was saying.

...

I woke up in a bed at the motel. This felt familiar.

I walked out and it was eerily quiet. I saw a neon sign down the corridor that read "Hel" next to a door that had flashing lights of color in a dark room.

I squinted at the door and saw a silouette inside sitting on a stool.

I felt a pull inside of me telling me I knew them.

Several names popped into my mind but none of them felt right.

Who had I just been with moments ago? I thought I had been with someone?

I heard a door close nearby and turned in that direction and before my eyes was still the motel corridor,but it looked oriental. Wooden columns replaced the metal ones and the floor beneath me was wooden planks. Heads of different mythical creatures were carved into the columns.

Down the hallway I saw a note pinned to a column. I started walking towards it but then the ground started to shake.

"Why did you come back?" A disembodied voice said,it rang out with the sounds of many voices of men and women.

I opened my mouth to speak but then my hand was grabbed from behind me and within seconds I was standing next to Richard,my childhood crush,and he was holding my hand.

"Kath,please tell me you remember me this time."

I stared at him in confusion and a memory was beginning to form in my mind, then I started to feel the heat and became aware of my surroundings. It looked like the end of the world, there were holes in the ground from what I assume were Earthquakes,tornadoes,and the ground was covered in lava,how we weren't burning standing on it I didn't understand.

"Don't let go of my hand!" He then pulled me in close to him in a tight grip that started to hurt.

This didn't feel like a dream anymore but I couldn't tell if it WAS a dream or not.

I couldn't believe any of this,was this really Richard? Was I really standing at the end of the world?

Richard pulled my face to look at him,his eyes were glowing like lights,"Do you remember my first nickname?"

I looked away from him at the chaos around me and it all came back to me.

"Volcano."

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