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nifreti-ii · 2 years

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Sun x Ex-bouncer Reader x Moon

I got a little carried away, this shit isn't short what so ever. 1,074 words. Reader is about 5′8 to 6′1

To start, The boys would have already known of your past occupation, Having access to your resume and information.

When Sun first met you, he was pleasantly surprised.

He surely thought you would be some brute!

So when you beamed up at him and firmly shook his hand, he couldn't help but be excited.

Oh goody! What a lovely new friend!

And you were so polite and kind to the children when they accidentally came behind the security desk!

And when a little child asked if you'd play hide and seek with them. (Even though Sun insisted you didn't have to) You accepted!

You were such a good sport!

Even if Moon was making snide comments about how you were just putting on a show, Sun couldn't be happier for their first handler to be you!

You even hugged him and exclaimed how excited you were to work with him at the end of your shift!

Sun spent the whole time buzzing with excitement, much to Moon's dismay.

It wasn't until the next day, during the scheduled naptime did he understand why Sun liked you so much.

Moon was humming, making sure the children were asleep. Side eyeing you, making sure you weren't doing anything loud.

Just as he passed a child, they got up and ran towards you, gently weeping.

When he reached the desk, what he saw surprised him.

You had them on your lap, gently cooing at them that it was alright. That Moon was just making sure that they slept safely.

The child sniffled, quietly asking if you could stay with them while they slept.

Surely you would have just handed them to him, right?

Lo and behold, you rested them on your hip, softly smiling at Moon as you passed him.

You tucked the child in, gave them a reassuring whisper, and lay flat next to them.

And you lay there until naptime was over.

To say Moon was dumbfounded would be an understatement.

Once the day was over, you headed home, giving Sun a hug while saying goodnight to both of them.

For once, during Sun's joyful rant about you, Moon didn't make a snide comment about you.

Things went on like this, Sun dreamily talking about you and Moon being amazed at how genuine you were.

That and the children absolutely adored you, referring to you as Mx. Handler.

Despite your former position as a bouncer, they thought you couldn't hurt a fly.

The key word being thought.

It happened before the end of your shift. Most of the children were gone.

A little boy, James, was known for especially taking a liking to you.

You've caught him staring at you more times than naught, blushing as he turned away from you.

His father worked late at a factory, which meant James usually was the last child to be picked up.

A week ago, his father mentioned that his ex-partner wasn't to pick up James.

Sun later confirmed that they were now black-listed from pick up.

You weren't sure why they were black-listed, but you had an idea.

Sun was busy with the children when the daycare doors opened, and the ex-partner stood there.

"Hi! How can I help you?" You asked, swiftly walking towards them, blocking their view of the daycare.

They reeked of alcohol.

"W-where is James?" They stammered out, slowly swaying.

Your eyebrow twitched as you looked at them, your smile slowly going sour.

"I'm sorry, but you are no longer authorized to pick up James. I'm going to have to ask you to leave." You said as your shoulder squared out and your posture straightened.

Their face turned red as they slowly brought it closer to yours.

"If you and your tin bucket don't give that fucking kid, I'll make sure you get your ass fired, and that thing gets scrapped." You drew the line when they went to grab you.

In a quick motion, you grabbed their arm and twisted it. They yelped as you kicked in their knee, head locking them as they fell.

Sun quickly ran over after hearing the commotion.

The shock in his body, seeing the malice in your face, dissolved when he saw a knife on the floor.

"Ruler breaker! Rule breaker!" Yelled, marching towards both of you.

"No sharp items in the daycare! Security alert! Security alert!"

With ease, Sun lifted the both of you apart, placing you gently on your feet.

Security bot rushed in and dragged the ex-partner away, screaming and kicking as they were hauled away.

Sun glanced at you before running back towards the children, who were now crying.

You stood there for a moment, memories flooding your mind.

Before you could fall further, a small hand grabbed yours.

Looking, you saw James staring at you, his big eyes sparkling.

"You know, you're kinda like a hero Mx. handler. You saved us from that big meanie like one would." His smile covered his face as he looked up at you.

You sighed before picking him up.

"Thanks, James. Let's go to the others, ya?" James nodded.

After telling James's father what happened, he profusely thanked you before leaving. James stared at you the whole time, it was kinda adorable.

It wasn't till the daycare doors closed did the area fill with tension.

Sun stood next to you, his tall frame towering over you.

You looked to the side, eyes downturned.

Instead of a lecture, you felt arms wrap around you.

Sun held you tightly as you returned his hug.

"You should be more careful, friend. You should let me deal with rowdy adults. I don't want you getting hurt." You laughed as he finished.

Sun pulled away, his rays spinning as he tilted his head.

You quieted down before reaching up and gently holding his face in your hand, Sun jumped before nuzzling into it.

"Seems like someone forgot I used to deal with 'rowdy adults' every day as a job." Sun's smile downturned as he pouted.

"Moon says If you don't listen, he'll make you stay the night with us." Sun claimed, staring into your eyes.

"HAHAHA, I'd like to see him try!" You bellowed out.

Your laughter stopped when Sun stared at you, his smile slowly stretching.

What proceeded to follow was a flurry of screams and evil laughter as the daycare was engulfed in darkness.

To say Sun and Moon enjoyed your sleepover wouldn't even cover half of it.

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Lowkey went a little over board, any constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated. Honestly love these two, I WISH THERE WAS MORE OF THEM ACK. hopefully the dlc will give them more time to shine, poor sun probably traumatized D:

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r-ando-m-w-rite-r · 1 year

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- A Short Revenant x Reader -

Warning: Fluff, Very Little Violence, FEM!reader

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Your breath hitched as the sound of thudding footsteps sounded below you. You were hiding in a corner behind a crate on the second floor of the building. An enemy deathbox sat beside you, still warm. That had been your kill, but their teammate was not happy about their comrade’s death.

“Allfather, give me sight!” Shit, it was Bloodhound. A scan was heard, but they must’ve aimed it another way, because the red residue of it was nowhere to be seen. Now they were sprinting up the stairs at a rapid pace, and you had no doubt they would find you if you didn’t move. Move.

Jumping up and over the crate, you aimed your sentinel at the entryway to the stairs. The beast’s head appeared, their body following closely. They were panting deeply, and red wreaths of electricity mixed with coils of smoke engulfed them. They had a Hemlock in hand, but before they could even react, you fired.

Squinting as your ears rang from the gunshot, you focused your vision again, and there sat a deathbox, fresh and glowing a luminescent red in the dark room. The speakers around the map came on and sounded, “There is a new kill leader: Y/n.” Sighing, you slung the sniper back onto it’s holster on your back and you used your now free hand to wipe the gritty sweat off your forehead.

“Nice job, skinsuit.” You jumped slightly at the deep, echoing voice coming somewhere behind you. It was Revenant, your teammate. Even though he was silent, you could still feel his presence close to you. It was scary, but not too scary, as he was on your team.

“I could’ve used some help.”, you remarked as you poked through your fresh kill’s loot. You found a red evo shield and quickly replaced it for your damaged blue one before withdrawing from the box. Damn, Bloodhound must’ve been the kill leader with all of their good loot.

“Shut it girly, I was right here if you needed rescuing.”, he growled. You turned around to face him but was met with his torso. It caught you off guard that he was that close, and you looked up, your eyes meeting with his yellow LEDs. He peered down at you with the same malicious look that he always has, and even though you knew he wouldn’t harm you, his glare still made you writhe on the inside.

“You look squirmish.”, he observed, and you couldn’t help but flush slightly before grunting and turning away.

“Nah, the fight just had me shook up is all.”, you mustered out, surprised your voice never wavered once. Why was that bot so damn intimidating? You went to walk past the deathbox, now glowing a dim blue, when something pulled you back by the shirt. Squeaking slightly in fear, you were swung around to face Revenant once more, his LEDs stuck on you and glowing furiously.

“I didn’t say you could leave yet.”, he growled. His claws clung onto the back of your shirt, hoisting your feet a few inches off the ground, but surprisingly you weren’t being choked by the front of the shirt. A few awkward seconds passed before he made this low growling sound. Your heart began skipping around beats, the adrenaline making it hard for your organs to function properly. Great, you pissed him off. The question was, however, whether or not he would do something about it, and you were about to find out.

Slowly, Revenant pushed his face forward, forcing it into the spot between the side of your neck and your shoulder. You yelped, but he still had you hanging, so there was nothing you could do except for squirm a little. He rubbed the side of his metal face into your skin, absorbing the heat being produced by your violent flushing. Intaking deeply, he took in your aroma, weirdly enough. It was making you uncomfortable, but at the same time you kind of liked it?

The two of you stayed in that position for what seemed like minutes before he started..rumbling? No, it wasn’t a growling, you ruled that out. It was more similar to that of purring. Was he purring? Was he actually liking this? Did he like you? What did this mean?

Finally, he withdrew, looking back into your eyes before setting you down. Upon impact, you almost fell due to lack of standing for the last few minutes. He held on to your shirt to support you, but once you gained balance he let go. You looked up at him, confused as to what just happened but definitely not going to question it. He looked back down at you for a moment before reaching out his hand and patting you on the head.

You flinched, and he must’ve noticed, because he paused before withdrawing his hand. Walking past you, he started down the stairs, one hand pulling out his Flatline, the other one up against the wall, leaving scratch marks behind as he dragged it across the surface. His hulking mass retreated out of sight silently. You knew you had to follow him, but things were definitely going to be awkward now.

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#apexlegends #apexfanfic #revenant #revenant x FEM!reader #fluff #slight violence #foryou #shortread #quickread #little pov #am i obsessed?

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themadauthorshatter · 6 months

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I had a dream I was at some kind of event and I beat up Sssniperwolf. We got into a slap fight, but then I started punching her and she backed down and walked away crying

Genuinely one of the more satisfying dreams I've had in a while

#hatter speaks #ramblings #dream i had #sssniperwolf #sssniperwolf mention #slight violence

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depressed-with-music · 2 years

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Heaven Pt. 1

kaz brekker x neutral reader/ song fic/heaven sung by Julia Michaels

Ooh Ooh Ooh

Love's my religion but he was my faith Something so sacred so hard to replace Fallin' for him was like fallin' from grace

Unlike some in Ketterdam I had a good childhood. My family were wealthy merchants. I never caused any trouble unlike my siblings. I was quiet, I attend my studies, and listened to my father when he said to never outside of our manor’s safe walls. Then I met him and everything changed…

My father had been traveling because of business and soundly return home. My mother was with him, and my siblings were in their own homes. I felt curious to see what Ketterdam was like. So I grabbed a coat and went into the town not knowing this trip would change my life. I had spent day wandering around the shops and bookstores. As I walking along the road I heard a couple of men talk about a nearby place called the Crow Club. I figured I could get a drink there before making my way home.

It was loud in the club. People drinking, gambling, and laughing. It was in here in a way but you could also smell feel the greed that filled the room. After all in Ketterdam whoever has the most money has the most power. I went to the bar and ordered myself a f/d(favorite drink). While observing the atmosphere i sensed eyes on me. I looked behind me and a bunch men were staring. Yet I could feel someone’s else eyes on my though I couldn’t tell who. After paying for the drink I walked outside to begin my way home.

Unfortunately I wasn’t alone a couple of the men that had been staring at me followed me outside. They started to close in on me. I could see the lust in their eyes. What they didn’t know however that I trained myself in self defense and had a knife under me coat. After taking a deep breath I attacked. Slashed them with my knife kicked them off me. They were still screaming when I heard someone coming. Your e/c eyes made contact with chocolate brown eyes. They were the color of dark chocolate, the eyes almost held almost no emotions exact you could tell they held pain. It made curious what those eyes would like happy, laughing, hell even anger. You could have stayed trapped in the chocolate abyss forever. However you realized you couldn’t so you looked over the person. Immediately you saw they had cane yet the cane didn’t make them seem weak if anything if added extra intimidation to the person. You soon realized the figure was a man. And more importantly you would later learn he was Kaz Brekker.

All wrapped in one he was so many sins Would have done anything, everything for him And if you ask me I would do it again

Since that night in the alley when you took care of the men that wanted to hurt you, you had been a crow. You see Kaz had saw a fire in you one that would benefit himself, the crows, and you. You would give the crows valuable information that you had learned from over hearing you father(who began to let you into the business because of your sudden “interest” in his work). In the beginning you had became a spy and a crow for you. You thought everything you did was because you decided to do it. You were wrong for you see you had gotten quite close to Kaz. And Kaz used that to his advantage. Kaz had you wrapped around his finger and you didn’t even know it.

#Kaz brekker #toxic #slight manipulation #Six of crows x reader #kaz brekker x reader #slight violence #Song fic

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cluelesspigeons · 2 years

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This is written for the song ‘Falling’ by Harry Styles from @drarrymicrofic

Word count: 100

Drarry microfic: falling down with it

Cw: slight violence (towards a mirror) & implied adultery

Harry clutched the sides of the sink, his knuckles turning white. He closed his eyes and tried to get the image of Draco with another man on the dance floor out of his head.

He couldn’t.

Draco didn’t need him anymore. And there was nothing else to blame than his own wandering hands.

A wave of pure rage washing over him, Harry’s fist connected with the glass of the mirror in front of him, small pieces sticking to his skin.

He cursed. A single tear falling and falling and falling from his eye. And Harry was falling down with it.

Prompt from April 29th

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isabellafoster13 · 1 year

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This was requested on AO3 by butterflyzilla.

Time for Mira to almost commit murder.

I hope you enjoy!

Stop Trying to Kill Him! (Mira x Lucy)

Mira wasn't a protective girlfriend. That might surprise some people, but it was true. She just wasn't the type of girlfriend to glare at anybody who talked to her girlfriend, or wrap her arm around her girlfriend to pull her to her own body whenever they were in public so that the people around them would know that the blonde with her was taken.

No, Mira just wasn't the type to be protective. She knew that Lucy was perfectly capable of defending herself against unwanted flirting, even though Mira didn't mind addressing her with terms of endearment if the person who was flirting with the blonde wasn't seeming to understand that she simply wasn't single or interested.

Mira also didn't mind helping Lucy in a fight, when the blonde needed the help. However, she preferred to let her girlfriend take care of her opponent on her own until it became obvious that she needed help.

Mira simply didn't want her girlfriend to feel as though she was being coddled or sheltered. The white-haired woman knew that Lucy had spent the majority of her life sheltered inside of a mansion, not allowed to do anything that she wanted. It was expected that Lucy would want to enjoy the freedom that her running away had provided her. Mira didn't want to intrude on that freedom, so she's been remaining mindful of her actions. The last thing she wanted was for Lucy to feel like her own girlfriend was starting to stifle her.

The white-haired woman, nonetheless, didn't take too kindly to those who insulted her girlfriend. It didn't take long after they began dating for her to learn about Lucy's insecurities. Since acquiring this information, Mira became prone to anger when she heard people pick at her girlfriend's insecurities.

The main insecurity? Lucy's type of magic.

It wasn't very uncommon to hear people outside of Magnolia criticize Lucy for the type of magic that she uses. It's been pointed out too many times that Lucy is a hypocrite, claiming that she doesn't use her spirits as shields or objects, only to do exactly that when in a fight. She has also been criticized for not making efforts to find other keys, these critics stating that if she truly cared about celestial spirits as much as she claimed to, then she would make it her mission to find other keys in order to save the spirits from any cruel celestial wizard who would find and abuse them.

Mira would only scoff and watch with a glare as her girlfriend defended herself. It took much effort to stop herself from punching the offending critic. However, she never wanted to cause a scene or make Lucy feel as though she wasn't able to handle it on her own, instead, the white-haired woman would simply watch with a glare before she and her girlfriend returned to one of their apartments, where she would comfort the upset blonde with a tender touch and soft words.

It was only a matter of time before she finally snapped and unleashed her anger upon whatever poor soul was stupid enough to insult her girlfriend.

The day was warm and sunny. Mira and Lucy walked hand-in-hand through the large town. There were many people out of their homes, enjoying the nice summer day. Families, couples, and singles were getting ice cream, shopping, or simply going for a walk. The two Fairy Tail wizards were among the people who were simply going for a walk.

Lucy suggested after a long stretch of silence, "what do you think about getting some ice cream?"

Mira smiled at her, answering, "it is a hot day. Ice cream sounds refreshing."

Lucy smiled back at her and the pair walked toward a nearby ice cream shop, entering and walking toward the counter. Within a few minutes, they had gotten their ice cream, paid, and exited the shop. Mira licked at her scoop of vanilla ice cream, enjoying the feeling of the cold treat slide down her throat and providing her with some relief from the heat of the day. She looked over at Lucy, seeing that her girlfriend was doing the same thing with her own strawberry ice cream cone.

Mira gave her ice cream another lick before she asked, "do you want to have lunch once we finish our ice cream?"

Lucy entwined her fingers with Mira's as she answered, "I can eat."

Mira opened her mouth to ask what she wanted to eat, but was stopped when a man called to them, "excuse me! Are you Mirajane and Lucy from Fairy Tail?"

The two women turned around to see an attractive, young man walk toward them with a polite smile on his face. Mira smiled back at him and answered, "yes, we are. Do you need something?"

The man shook his head. "Not really," he said, "I just wanted to ask Lucy something." He looked over at her, as if waiting for her to prompt him to continue.

Lucy smiled at him and nodded her head, responding, "of course! What did you want to ask?"

The man gave her a closed-eyed smile as he questioned, "I just wanted to know why you're a member of Fairy Tail when you're such a bad wizard."

Mira froze at that, her eyes wide. What the hell did this guy say? Who the hell did he think he was? She felt anger bubble within her and her hand tightened around her ice cream cone as her other hand curled into a tight fist.

She gritted her teeth and watched with a narrowed gaze as Lucy stammered, "I, um...I-I, what?"

The man leaned a bit closer, chirping, "you're not a very strong wizard, from what I've heard. You aren't strong enough to be on a team with Natsu, Gray, or especially Erza. You can only hold open two golden gates at a time. You also don't up hold the claim that you don't use your spirits as shields or view them as tools. When in a fight, all you do is summon a spirit to fight for you while you do hardly anything. You're quite the hypocrite, aren't you? How can you be a member of the strongest guild when you aren't a very strong wizard yourself."

As this man chattered on, Mira glared at him. It took every ounce of her self-control to keep herself from attacking this man. She suppressed a sneer as she waited for Lucy to defend herself.

However, when Lucy didn't say anything, Mira looked over at her. The white-haired woman froze once again, her narrowed eyes widening upon seeing that Lucy was looking away from the man, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. The blonde stepped closer to her girlfriend as her body trembled, just barely noticeable.

The man laughed at this response, causing Mira to finally snap. She threw down her ice cream cone and snarled at the man as she stepped toward him, "you have no right to say such mean and untrue things!"

With a burst of magic, Mira had transformed into her Satan Soul form. She scowled as she grabbed the man's collar and lifted him up. She took a moment to enjoy the sight of the man's fear-stricken expression before she prepared to throw him across the road, at the front of a shop. She was just about to throw him when she felt Lucy wrap her arms around her arm, yelling, "Mira! Stop trying to kill him!"

Mira looked down at her girlfriend, seeing the blonde gaze up at her with pleading, tearing-up eyes. The take-over mage sighed and released the fearful man before she deactivated her spell, returning to her original form. She turned her eyes on the man and growled at him, "don't come near my girlfriend again!"

When the frightened man nodded silently, Mira wrapped her arms around Lucy and ushered her away.

#fairy tail #lucy heartfilia #mirajane strauss #mirajane x lucy #lucy x mirajane #mira x lucy #lucy x mira #mirlu #fluff #slight violence #insulting #angry mira

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whoserye · 1 year

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Somewhere(only we know)

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌. 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: drug use, talk of substance abuse, fluff, Angst, Eddie being Eddie, Jason(he’s his own damn warning), threats, violence.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after a long day, your best friend, Eddie, decides to take you to a house party with Steve being the chaperone. After you lose Eddie somewhere near the drinks, and Steve’s off god knows where, Jason starts making nasty comments about your background history, knowing damn well what he’s doing. Once Eddie finds you, he takes you somewhere to cool off.

Once the store you were working at closed, you start to walk out to your car. You grab your keys out of your bag, turn the car on and absolutely start breaking down while Metallica is playing in the background. You didn’t even notice til after you went quiet that your favorite band started playing the exact song that was playing the night your incident happened.

A few years ago, you had started losing weight which made you question your eating habits. Your mom had decided to take you to the doctor as she was just as concerned as you were, if not, more. The doctor came out of the room to bring you and your mom to the scale that was placed in the hallway. You stepped up onto it as you were directed to do, waiting for the call to step off. Once that was given, you looked at the numbers which were reading “93 LBs”. Your heart broke in the moment and you could’ve sworn you heard the pieces of it shatter onto the floor. You didn’t understand why you were so underweight. Just last week you had weighed 101 LBs, thanks to the fact that you reached past your goal to lose weight.

The doctor had re-assured you everything was alright and it could be due to stress. But what were you stressed about? I mean, everything was going great for you. You had moved out of your dads abusive household and started hanging out with friends more, You got your job at family video, you even had a fling for a few weeks. Why were you stressed?

The next year after that, a girl at school had threatened to ‘beat your ass’ all because you told her that you wanted to be left alone after a fight with your mom. She had apperently took your silence as an invitation to go ahead and pull your hair back, along with the rest of you body, onto the floor so she could have a chance to get on-top of you and have her violent way with you. Something inside of your tiny, foggy brain had snapped and made you turn her over and start socking punches at her again, again, and again til you saw her as she started weezing so she could breath, as soon as she did, she coughed up blood, technically a puddle of blood. The security had to be called into the lounge area just so they could rip you off of her. The next few months settled in therapy and a psyche hospital for two weeks just so you could figure out what was wrong with you.

Once you started to drive off, wiping your tears, you screamed to your favorite metal classics and banged on the steering wheel as you sang your heart out. Once you had reached your final destination, you weren’t 100% that your best friend would be home, since he did have other “businesses” to attend to. You parked your beautiful VW van in the driveway, turned the vehicle off, and stepped out of your door, slamming it behind you after you had gotten your movie finds from your job, out of the back seat. You stormed to the front step of your really nice home, unlocked it and stepped inside before you had set your keys to be on the kitchen counter. “Eddie?” You shouted throughout the house, hoping he was there. As soon as you said his name, a head full of brunette curls had popped out from behind the bedroom doorway. You walked slowly to him just to give him a hug.

“What’s wrong, princess?” He whispered as he softly lifted your chin up for his eyes to meet yours. You smiled softly.

“Long day.” You gave him another soft but fake smile.

“Mmmm wanna go to this thing that Robin has NOT stopped talking about for about..” he paused to think “five days straight.”

“What is it?” You said, sitting yourself up and out of his arms as you wandered to the kitchen to open a coke. “Is it one of Tina’s stupid house parties where everyone gets stupid-black-out drunk and ends up not remembering whose bed they wound up in?” You said with slight dread.

He slightly nodded still looking at you. “I mean, I’ll be there as well as big boy Steve,” he grinned.

You shook your head. “I do not wanna end up on the wet grass in the morning, I’m good, Ed’s.”

“Fine, how about if everything gets too overwhelming, we’ll just come back here and binge a terrible horror-thriller.” You grinned at the idea.

“Only if I get to pick.” You said laughing a bit.

He lowered his head down and groaned softly. “Fine you get first pick-“ he was interrupted with a knock at the door which was your cue to go answer.

“Coming!” You smiled slightly knowing who it was.

You opened the door to a smiling boy, one of yours. It was none other than the only Steve Harrington you knew. “You coming to the party with Eddie and I? Or did he not tell you?” He said amused at first but then slight disappointment crept onto his face.

You pulled him in to your house gently, grabbing his hand and tugging him towards the kitchen where you previously were. You picked your coke up to open it and started smiling as you turned to him. “Well..?” He said waiting for an answer.

“Go ask Eddie, he’ll tell you.” You smirked not wanting to be obvious.

Eddie walked out of his room, wearing a black Rolling Stones shirt which was tucked into his normal everyday black jeans, with his hair up into a slightly cute man-bun. “Ask Eddie what, princess?” He said with a Bobby pin in his mouth as he was finishing pinning his long sideburns to the side of his hair.

You smirked again, wanting to kiss him but you weren’t going to considering the fact that you were just friends, nothing more. “Stevie here was wanting to know if I was coming to the party tonight or not.” You said looking at Steve then taking a sip of your drink.

Eddie finished his hair and walked over to the two of you. “Oh, yeah, I bribed her with a stupid thriller that she apparently gets to pick.” He said slightly grinning.

Steve was shooing you away with his hands, smirking. “Then hurry up, go! The place will start getting ready to be full by the time we get there if you keep stalling.” He said resting his hands back down as soon as you rushed upstairs to get ready.

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As shaky as you were when entering the house. You still managed to find yourself a punch bowl that you were more than sure was spiked with some terrible tasting whiskey or something you knew would be strong enough to knock some of the heavy-weights here, out. You started to search for the boys again but they were already gone, leaving your side bare.

You were leaning on the brick wall of the hallway, with a self made drink in your hand that was put together using random fruity alcohol beverages in the fridge.

“Hey, cutie.” A familiar voice had called you but you weren’t really noticing nor paying attention since you were spaced out. “Hello? Y/N!” A pair of fingers snapped infront of you, as you waited for your eyes to focus on the face that had left your stomach twisting.

“Hey, Jason.” You said un-friendly, in the sense that you just wanted to get the boys and leave already.

“What’s the attitude for, sweetheart?” He cooed.

“Please don’t call me that, Jason.” You placed your hand on your hip, slightly picking at the itching fabric on your gothic styled party dress.

He scoffs at you, dropping his drink on the counter, and placing his hand firmly between your chin so his fingers are squishing one cheek close to the other. “What the hell is your problem, slut?!” He said raising his voice.

“I told you to stop calling me names. It makes me uncomfortable.” You said snatching his hand away from your face.

“Well fine, then. Stay a stupid, crazy-ass whore who just gives every guy she sees blue balls.” He scoffed and slapped you firmly. “You won’t get anywhere with that stupid washed-out pussy of yours if you keep whoring around.” He spat. You pushed him off of you and went to walk away until he grabbed your wrist to sling you back and onto the ground, as you got back up, you pushed him to the ground and started throwing punches flat into his face until a familiar touch grasped your arm firmly and pulled you outside, to where there were still a bunch of people, but they were farther in the distance.

Eddie softly grabbed your cheeks, searching for a single scratch until he found one. He then grabs a baby wipe out of your bag, and starts to wipe your smeared makeup off just so it still looks clean. “What happened, baby?” He says softly trying not to trigger anything that’s already been covered.

“Nothing.” You answer, not really trying to give him any ideas as to why you punched Jason so hard that he probably didn’t know where he was.

“Don’t give me that dumb bullshit excuse, Y/N.” He says seriously but still soft. He balls the used baby wipes up into a tiny compressed ball and throws them into the trash can.

“He started talking about me, calling me names, saying I have a worn out pussy and I won’t get no-where if im ‘whoring’ around. He slapped me so I tried to leave and push him off of me, he pulled me back and on to the ground, so I just black out kind of.” You explain in a sad voice.

“When he pulled you back, you must’ve hit the counter or something, you have a bad scratch.” He says as he tries to work his way around it after grabbing a new wipe. “Other from being hurt, are you okay?”

You shake your head softly and hug his shoulders tightly, crying into his chest, as he rubs your back and places his chin onto your shoulder.

He pulls you closer to him, as you wrap your legs around him and he stands up, grabbing your stuff and looking for Steve. He has one hand on your lower back, keeping you up, and the other carrying your bag.

Steve’s spots the two in the crowd and rushes towards them, shoving through people.

Once he gets to the two, he carefully asks what happened. “I’ll explain in the car but for now, let’s get going.” Eddie sighs softly. Steve nods and goes to grab his drink to dump it out and wave bye to his lady friend of the night. Eddie sets you down near the pool, on one of the chairs. He gets out this ‘calming remedy’ of his which is just basic weed. He rolls the joint for you, and passes it to you, while your still sobbing.

Once you put the blunt in between your lips, you take a long inhale then take the blunt out of your mouth, and exhale, releasing a lot more smoke than you knew your body was capabale of. “She did this too.” You look disappointed but in reality, you were just scared.

“Huh?” He looked over to you, a bit confused.

“My mom. She smoked too.” You sighed softly, looking at him. “She had problems with addiction and smoking was the only thing in her life that basically took her from that.”

Eddie nodded as he understood where you were coming from.

“Growing up, she would always take me to smoke stores, to pick out what kind of shit I would get to smoke when I got to the age, now I buy the same stuff constantly” you smiled slightly.

“Wayne taught me how to roll, smoke, grind, everything.” Eddie smiled as well. You passed the joint back to him and it would continue like that until you all got back home, where you were picking out to watch Carrie for the night.

Notes: OK SO THAT WAS MY FIRST FF EVER AND IM SCREAMING CAUSE I ACTUALLY LIKES IT??

ANYWAYS IF ANYONES FOLLOWING ME(not likely) SOMEONE PLEASE GIMME REQUESTS I GUESS IDK LOL

#eddie x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stoner Eddie??#angst #fluff #slight violence #steve harrington #Eddie x stoner!reader #Jason carver 😡#fanfic

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SCP-L177L3W00D

Item #: SCP-L177L3W00D

Site: L1F3

Object Class: Safe Euclid [ See Addendum SCP-L177L3W00D-3 ]

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-L177L3W00D is to be contained in a room no less than six (6) meters by six (6) meters. Food should be provided three (3) times daily, with three (3) snacks if requested. SCP-L177L3W00D will sometimes request items to "fulfill his king's demands." Requests are to be approved by Site Directors.

List of Approved Requested Items: [ DATA EXPUNGED ]

List of Denied Requested Items: [ DATA EXPUNGED ]

Addendum SCP-L177L3W00D-1: As of 20XX/10/31, no requests from SCP-L177L3W00D shall be fulfilled. Anyone attempting to do so will be terminated.

If SCP-L177L3W00D is in a rage state, no one is to enter the room. No matter what he screams or demands, ignore him. SCP-L177L3W00D will not be harmed, even if he says so. No one is to attempt to fight or sedate him. It is best to just wait it out until his rage subsides.

Description: SCP-L177L3W00D is a thirty (30) year old Caucasian man of British descent, approximately one point six (1.6) meters in height. He has blonde hair that he holds back with a red headband with blue eyes. He wears a black shirt with a red corset vest over it, black jeans, black boots, with a black cape that has a red trim as well as a red hand on the back of it. He always has an axe strapped to his back, never pulling it out. that he pulls out in his rage state.

He is usually very pleasant, very kind and quick witted. He is always joking with staff members, smiling and laughing with them. However, we cannot be sure if this is his true self or merely a manipulation of his. With his unpredictability, his rage state, and other accidents, we cannot trust him

Addendum SCP-L177L3W00D-2: SCP-L177L3W00D's classification has changed to Euclid upon O5 Command. After what happened on 20XX/10/31, it is clear SCP-L177L3W00D has what we now call a "rage state." He is extremely hostile and dangerous in this state and, because of the unpredictability of these states, no more interviews are to be conducted. No requests are to be fulfilled. As little time as possible is to be spent in his containment chambers.

[ Interview Logs ]

Date: 20XX/10/25

Interviewer: Dr. Rodgers

Interviewee: SCP-L177L3W00D

[ BEGIN LOG ]

SCP-L177L3W00D: Ayup, Doctor.

Dr. Rodgers: I- Pardon?

SCP-L177L3W00D: Never heard that before? [Joking] Judging from your accent, you're a filthy American. [Chuckles] I kid, of course. I'm just saying hi, seeing as I'm suddenly being held in your building for no reason.

Dr. Rodgers: It is for a reason. The foundation is quite interested in your abilities-

SCP-L177L3W00D: Ah, I'm sorry, Doctor, but I don't offer my services to others.

Dr. Rodgers: N-No, no, sir, don't worry. I, nor the foundation, is asking for you to use your abilities for us. We just wish to know more about them.

SCP-L177L3W00D: Well, good. My service is only for my king.

Dr. Rodgers: Your king? May I ask who that is?

SCP-L177L3W00D: All you need to know is he goes by the Red King. You don't want to know his name. [Pauses] Those who hear his name are bound to die.

Dr. Rodgers: By whom?

SCP-L177L3W00D: Well, I am the Red King's Hand. He orders me to kill, I do so. If he ordered me to offer my life, I would. I am but a loyal and humble servant to my great king.

Dr. Rodgers: I see. Should we be worried about whether or not you are going to hurt the foundation members?

SCP-L177L3W00D: [Pauses] I don't think so. No offense, but you all are extremely weak. It'd be a waste of my time and energy to get rid of you, and my king knows that. He probably finds it amusing that you all believe you've caught me. [Chuckles] But, he hasn't ordered me to leave yet. So, I will play along for now. It's kinda nice to have a break!

Dr. Rodgers: You think you could just leave.

SCP-L177L3W00D: [Laughs] Oh, Doctor Rodgers, I know I could just leave if my king ordered me to do so.

Dr. Rodgers: How did you-

SCP-L177L3W00D: [Smirks] Oh, was that suppose to be a secret? [Chuckles] My bad. Well, my king has ordered me to say no more, so this interview is done. Off you go!

Note: Dr. Rodgers continued to try to ask questions, but SCP-L177L3W00D remained silent.

[ END LOG ]

Date: 20XX/10/28

Interviewer: Dr. Rodgers

Interviewee: SCP-L177L3W00D

[ BEGIN LOG ]

Dr. Rodgers: Hello again.

SCP-L177L3W00D: Hello, Doctor Rodgers. It's nice to see you again. Glad to know I didn't scare you off.

Dr. Rodgers: It takes a lot to scare me.

SCP-L177L3W00D: Oh? [Laughs] Should I be scarier then?

Dr. Rodgers: [Chuckles] I would prefer not, but I cannot stop you. Only your king can, correct.

SCP-L177L3W00D: Ah! So you guys are smart!

Dr. Rodgers: If I can, I would like to try to ask more questions this time. I would like to know more about your powers and abilities. I feel as though last time, we only got to know your background and morals.

SCP-L177L3W00D: Hm, I suppose you're right. Alright, I'll answer what I can!

Dr. Rodgers: Excellent. First off, is there a name you would like me to call you?

SCP-L177L3W00D: My name is Martyn, the Red King's Hand.

Dr. Rodgers: Well, it's good to know. Now I won't have to call you your code name. Okay, Martyn, when local police found you, you were surrounded by bodies and covered in blood.

SCP-L177L3W00D: Yes, those people defied my king and your... police tried to attack me.

Dr. Rodgers: Exactly. Well, you got on the foundation's radar because, despite having been shot at least fifteen times, you were still standing.

SCP-L177L3W00D: [Laughs] Oh, that? Yeah, that is nothing!

Dr. Rodgers: Are you immune to bullets?

SCP-L177L3W00D: [Laughs] Oh, Doctor, I am anything my king needs me to be. But, in this state? I guess you could call me... an immortal. A follower, a listener. [Laughs] Listener... oh, he will hate me for that!

Dr. Rodgers: So, if your king demands it, is it possible for you to become something else? Could you shapeshift?

SCP-L177L3W00D: Oh, no, no! Not... well, not fully. If he ordered me to be an animal, I wouldn't act human. An animal runs on instincts, so I would do that. I can't just turn into a wolf or bear or something.

Dr. Rodgers: So, it's more hypothetical, then?

SCP-L177L3W00D: I guess, yes. [Pauses] Sorry, but my king has ordered me to not answer any more questions.

Dr. Rodgers: We can still talk, can't we?

[No response]

Dr. Rodgers: [Pauses] Oh, that's a question, isn't it? [Chuckles] You take your job very seriously. I admire you.

SCP-L177L3W00D: Thank you.

[ END LOG ]

Date: 20XX/10/30

Interviewer: Dr. Rodgers

Interviewee: SCP-L177L3W00D

[ BEGIN LOG ]

SCP-L177L3W00D: I hate him.

Dr. Rodgers: That is one way to start an interview.

SCP-L177L3W00D: Ah, I'm sorry. I just hate him.

Dr. Rodgers: Hate who?

SCP-L177L3W00D: [Pauses] I can't say, unfortunately. My king doesn't wish me to. But my king- [Note: SCP-L177L3W00D clenches his fists at this point.] -is being hurt. He is in danger, and yet he wants me to stay put.

Dr. Rodgers: So, you hate your king?

SCP-L177L3W00D: Well, I hate his stubbornness, but I wasn't talking about hating him. No, I the person hurting my king. But my king... [Silence] Despite being called the Red King, he doesn't like a lot of bloodshed. It's why I do the work for him. And yet, he is too kind. A bleeding heart. Without me, he would have died a long time ago.

Dr. Rodgers: So, you're angry at the person hurting the Red King.

SCP-L177L3W00D: Yes. Because I should be helping, I should be protecting him! Yet, he refuses to give me the order. Has only ordered me to not leave, to wait. It upsets me.

Dr. Rodgers: Have you ever defied your king?

SCP-L177L3W00D: No, never. And I never would.

Dr. Rodgers: If it's for his safety, wouldn't it be a good thing?

SCP-L177L3W00D: Perhaps. But I cannot be sure. I trust my king. I trust his judgement. And I will continue to follow him.

Dr. Rodgers: But-

SCP-L177L3W00D: I'm sorry, I don't want to talk anymore.

Dr. Rodgers: Martyn?

[No response]

Dr. Rodgers: Martyn, are-

SCP-L177L3W00D: Please, I don't want to talk anymore.

Dr. Rodgers: Martyn, I just need-

SCP-L177L3W00D: [Screaming] I DON'T WANT TO TALK ANYMORE!

Dr: Rodgers: [Shocked] A-Alright.

[ END LOG ]

Addendum SCP-L177L3W00D-3: An attempt was made to conduct an interview with SCP-L177L3W00D on 20XX/10/31, but when Dr. Rodgers entered the room, SCP-L177L3W00D's eyes were a bright red. Once the door closed, SCP-L177L3W00D said a single phrase.

SCP-L177L3W00D: Forgive me, Doctor, but my King has ordered your blood on my hands. You were kind for the brief conversations we've had, but I cannot disobey him.

SCP-L177L3W00D proceed to unstrap the axe from his back and sliced Dr. Rodgers in half. Weapons and sedating proved to be futile when entering the room. This incident resulted in five (5) deaths and ten (10) injured. Once SCP-L177L3W00D had calmed down, his eyes turned blue once again as he sat down.

SCP-L177L3W00D allowed D-Class personnel to clean the room, remaining silent. Due to this incident as well as O-5 Command, SCP-L177L3W00D's file has been severely altered.

#3rd life #third life last life #third life martyn #martyn inthelittlewood #martyn itlw #inthelittlewood #scp au #scp foundation #SCP Martyn InTheLittleWood #slight violence #Hermit/Empires/Life Series SCP #hermitcraft scp au #Empires SCP AU #Life Series SCP AU

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Five Times + One Time

Loki x gn!reader

Fives times you read to Loki and one time he reads to you

I've been perusing Loki fics here on ao3 (safely avoiding spoilers while I wait to watch episode 4 with my family) and I was reading "Everyone Deserves A Second Chance" by MerlinYouveBeenMyLittleBitOfMagic and got this idea. I HIGHLY recommend it, btw, it's so cute and had me smiling the whole time I read it

The books that I've chosen are ones that I've read bc I know them well enough. It felt weird for me to write about books I haven't read

Warnings: light angst, mentions of loss, mentions of family death, mentions of mourning, slight violence, lots of fluff and humor to make up for the angst, some swearing, book abuse??? I'm just bad at taking care of my books

Word Count: 5,970

ao3 link to fic

Loki Masterlist

After the Battle at New York, SHIELD and Asgard had decided it would be best if Loki spent time on Earth as a sort of punishment for his crimes. He would help clean up the damage he caused, under close surveillance, and in turn he wouldn't be sent to Asgard to rot away in a cell for the rest of his near-eternal life.

He spoke of the illusion of freedom during his entire tirade, but it was never as obvious as now. He was given a room in the new Avengers Tower, allowed to roam the common room and training rooms freely and do as he pleased for entertainment as long as he did not use his magic to harm others or cause mischief, and he was, most importantly, not locked up.

It was all a giant ruse.

His room was near bare. He had a bed and a desk, empty and unloved. He was fortunate to have been allowed his books from Asgard to fill in the space. Along with his books, Tony, begrudgingly, gave him a shelf to hold them all. Now, though still barren, at least he had something familiar and comforting in his prison cell.

He was free to roam the common room - sure. However, the Avengers would sneer at him and give him cold looks, spat words of distaste under their breath wishing he were on Asgard or - better yet - dead. He could wander the room, sit on the couch, get food from the kitchen and such all he pleased. But one false move threatened his captors being called on him (namely SHIELD and Odin) to execute a punishment when all he wished to do was read on the couch.

Life's great lie... freedom.

His sentence on Earth had no real time restraint, either. Loki could be on Midgard for a year serving for his crime, or 10+ years, wasting away, never to see the outside world again save for through a glass window.

Although all of the Avengers hated him, he couldn't say the same for the SHIELD agent that was brought on as his babysitter. Another precaution. You had been at the Battle, you had read the reports and seen what he'd done to your friends, yet you were more than happy to give him the benefit of the doubt.

So, while the Captain and Stark could just barely put up with his presence, and Natasha was more intimidating to him than he was to her, and Barton couldn't be in the room with him for more than 10 seconds for fear of killing the God himself, you could wander in with ease and greet him like an other human. You would sit down, near enough to keep an eye on him, but far enough to give him his space, and ask if it was alright to turn the TV on if he was reading, or ask about other aspects of his day. It was... mundanely friendly, if he had to put it into words. You could undoubtedly pin him to the ground and have him begging to be sent to Valhalla in moments, yet you elected to ask him about the weather with a calming grin.

On one of the rare days where you could find time to read a book instead of the endless manilla folders of paperwork Director Fury brought you, you sat in your usual close-yet-distant spot on the couch. The smell of warm tea didn't go unnoticed as you curled up with a knit blanket. Loki glanced at the cover for a brief second, not long enough to fully process what the image was or what the book was called, before he went back to his own reading.

Ancient Asgardian was notoriously difficult to read, but his mother had taught him how- wait.

He looked back to you, to your book. It was a worn paperback, clearly well-read and well-loved. But the words that made up the title didn't make sense to the God.

"Jurassic Park?" he asked, breaking the silence of the common room. Everyone else was either off on missions, in their rooms, or outside enjoying the day. "What does that mean?"

You looked up from the sentence you were on, mug of tea raised to your lips, just about to be sipped. It took you a moment to process his words. "Oh!" You closed the book on your thumb and held out the book for him to look at. It had the upper half of an unfamiliar skeleton on the front. The cover was yellowed with age and some pages were lightly torn. The cover read Jurassic Park in shiny blue text, peeling in some spots, but still legible, and Michael Chrichton beneath it in similar shiny red. "It's a book about this guy who uses science to bring dinosaurs back to life and he makes this whole amusement park based around them, but things go really, really wrong! It's so good!"

Loki studied the cover for a bit longer. "Mhm." He then raised his blue eyes to look at you. "What's a 'dinosaur'?"

Your mouth fell open in shock. "You don't have dinosaurs on Asgard?"

"No, I'm afraid not."

You pursed your lips, thinking about how to properly explain dinosaurs. "They're kinda like giant lizards from a really long time ago that went extinct because of a meteor crashing into Earth, except they're actually ancestors of birds, so they're not lizards at all?"

He smiled a thin-lipped, sarcastic smile. "Very eloquent."

"It's complicated," you chuckled. You pulled the book back towards yourself and flipped to the beginning. The front cover was taped back on with clear tape, flapping loosely with the lack of proper binding. To say the state of your book didn't simultaneously hurt and please him, both with how tarnished and loved it was, would be an understatement. "How about I read it to you? Then we can watch the movie and it'll make a lot more sense!"

Loki contemplated the idea. His eyes scanned over your book and your excited posture, then back to his now rather dull tome. He slipped a ribbon between the pages and shut his book. "I've no doubt you'll have to explain much of the Midgardian lingo to me." Even as he was trying to seemingly deter you from reading, he turned his body to face you, ready to listen to the story.

You just shrugged it off, eyes already skimming the first words, finding where to start.

"The InGen Incident. The late twentieth century has witnessed a scientific gold rush of astonishing proportions..."

II.

Reading together had become more commonplace after that. He enjoyed Jurassic Park, even though you had to explain some of the science jargon to him. He really liked the movie, but he was admittedly disappointed the dinosaurs didn't win in the end.

During the weekend, you would both go down to the local library or book shop (you had to promise to keep a close eye on Loki, but he was just so happy to be out of the Tower) and choose a book to read during the week. It wasn't necessarily a competition, but checking in to see who was farther ahead each day invigorated both of you to keep reading even more. Then, you would discuss the book the next weekend and pick out a new one. It was comfortable.

The other Avengers didn't understand how you could be so at ease with Loki like that. More than once, one of them had wandered into the living room area and seen you and Loki, legs over legs as you sat on opposite ends of the couch, both of your noses pressed deep into your books. Fury had commended your ability to keep the God of Mischief in check, often asking how you were able to keep him so murder free. (To which you would always reply, "He just needed a friend, Director.")

You strolled with Loki through downtown New York. It was still a mess - tarps and scaffolding everywhere, parts of streets still blocked off to be re-paved and repaired - but it had its charms. Loki couldn't see the appeal when everyone was staring at him, crossing the road haphazardly, ready for him to attack at any moment.

"How about we read in Central Park today?" you suggested. It was hard not to notice the uncomfortable stares of New Yorkers, and even harder to brush off Loki's distress.

He scoffed. "You want to be seen in public for even longer with me?" He easily got ahead of you with his long legs and opened the door to the book shop, holding it open as you entered and as a few strangers exited before he followed inside. "Perhaps not the best idea you've ever had."

"Central Park is huge, Lokes," you said. He glared at the back of your head for the nickname as he followed you through aisles. "It won't be hard to find a quiet place under a tree and just read. No one would be around to stare."

You stopped at a shelf, looking at him with pleading eyes. He tensed his jaw, mulling the idea over. Finally, he sighed, shoulders relaxing slightly.

"Fine."

"Great!" You plucked a book off the shelf and handed it to him to carry as you slipped past him to the check out. "We're reading this."

Loki followed you, with little choice otherwise, flustered and trying to look at the book in his hands while following you, without running into any other patrons. He was soon stood behind you in line, waiting to be called for the next cash register. While he could, he studied the cover. Coraline was in red, hand-written letters at the top, just below Neil Gaiman, who he assumed was the author. An image of a child took up the rest of the cover. She looked almost carved out of wood, carrying a candle-holder and searching through the dark.

"What is this one about?" he asked, flipping the paperback over to skim the text on the back cover.

You grinned up at him, excited to explain this one. "It's about a girl named Coraline who moves to a new building, but all her neighbors are weird and she feels like she doesn't belong. Then, she finds a secret door and things get even weirder."

The corner of his mouth upturned in a small smirk as he looked back to you. "You didn't just pick this to make me feel better, did you?"

You gasped, putting a hand over your heart in mock offense. "Loki, I would never!"

"Mhm."

"Next customer, please!"

"This tree looks promising," Loki mused, looking up at the large elm.

You stepped into the grass, toward the large trunk, looking around for people. "And not a soul in sight." You plopped down on a rather soft-looking patch of ground, patting the spot next to you for Loki. "I think it's the perfect spot for a good book."

"It was your idea," he dismissed the implied compliment. He crossed his long legs when he sat down, naturally sitting taller than you. He leaned to look over your shoulder as you opened the book.

"Yeah, but you chose the tree." You looked up at him, offering a sweet smile. "I think that's the most important part."

Loki blushed, unused to such flattery. He cleared his throat and nodded to the book. "Well, don't keep us waiting, then."

Your eyes found the first word after a good, dramatic eye roll.

"We moved into our flat in Littlemead, in the tiny Sussex town of Nutley..."

"Coraline was woken by the midmorning sun, full on her face..."

You were already on chapter 6. It wasn't a long book, and both you and Loki were completely invested. You were pulled from your reading when you felt Loki's chin land on your shoulder. You could see him from the corner of your eye - his eyes were closed and he looked relaxed. Only a few people had passed by your tree in the hour plus you'd been there, but they hadn't even given Loki a second glance.

"Why'd you stop?" he asked. His eyes didn't open, but he was very aware of you and your actions now that you were quiet.

You hummed and carefully moved a loose strand of hair from his face. "Are you tired?" you asked.

He lifted his chin off your shoulder, shaking his head and raising his own hand to push his hair back. His eyes opened, but not to their usual full and bright appearance. "No, no, I'm fine. Continue."

You watched him for a moment longer. He didn't sit as straight as he had been, back arched as his shoulders hunched inward. His eyes already seemed to be closing again, but he wouldn't let them, rubbing his eyes with a knuckle and shaking his head to shake away the tiredness he felt.

"You really need to take care of yourself better," you mused. He gave you a confused look, brow furrowed. You held the page of the book as you straightened your legs and leaned comfortably against the bark of the tree (as comfortable as hard tree bark could be). He had no idea what you were offering when you patted your legs. You rolled your eyes playfully. "Lay down, Loki. Rest your eyes, take a nap - whatever. I'll keep reading, but you need a nap."

The God was hesitant to comply, but his mind couldn't come up with any real reasons not to. So, with a sigh, he stretched out his aching legs and turned to lay back on the grass with his head on your thighs. He immediately let out a sigh once he was fully laid out. He looked up at you through nearly-closed lids, whispering a thank you as though he was worshiping a higher power.

"Of course, Lokes." You gave him a warm smile, opening the book once more. One hand continued to hold open the book while the other gently began combing through his hair, prepared to stop at any moment should he ask you to.

"Coraline was woken by the midmorning sun, full on her face..."

III.

Loki was rightfully terrified of the movie Coraline. He was disturbed by the idea of buttons for a few weeks afterward, but you reassured him that no one was going to be sewing anything into his eyes without getting through you first. He felt much safer after that.

That place in Central Park quickly became a favorite spot for the two of you to hang out - read, have picnics, relax. The outside world couldn't touch you there.

But that didn't mean they didn't try.

Loki walking around the streets of New York was bound to get the attention of reporters and news outlets. Each new article made it harder and harder for you to get Loki out into the world, into the Midgard he was beginning to become comfortable and safe in. You found ways to sneak out, to be discreet.

But it didn't work as well as you'd hoped.

You sat with Loki under the tree, fingers combing mindlessly through his dark locks as his head lay in your lap. You were reading him poems by Edgar Allen Poe. You figured the Asgardian might enjoy them since he seemed to latch on to and enjoy Shakespeare.

Halfway through the Tell-Tale Heart, you're interrupted.

"Hey!"

You look up from the book to the man standing on the path. He was burly and looked strong, but he was obviously disheveled, with dirty work clothes. He got closer and you nudged Loki's head to prompt him to sit up, handing him the now-closed book in the process.

It was your job to protect Loki, first and foremost.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to back away," you warned.

Loki had never seen this side of you. People were usually too afraid to approach him; you'd never had to be an agent around him.

The man scoffed, a deep frown pulling his lips. He pointed at Loki. Rage flooded his eyes. "You Loki? You the guy that destroyed New York?"

You stood up quickly, standing in front of Loki. The man didn't like having his line-of-sight on the God disturbed, glaring at you with malice. "Sir, please leave."

"He killed my friends! My family!" His eyes became watery with restrained tears. "He deserves nothing less than what they got!"

"I'm sorry for your losses," you said, genuine but stern. You stepped closer to the man, hands up in front of you to show you weren't a threat. "But he is already facing a sentence for his crimes. I know how you must feel-"

"YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT!"

The man stepped forward, approaching with blind fury. He was ready to fight you, just to get his hands on Loki and kill him like his loved ones died. Loki stood up, backing himself against the tree with the hard-cover book to his chest like a makeshift shield. You put your foot forward, strengthening your stance.

"Sir, please back away before I call the cops."

"YOU'RE PROTECTING A MURDERER!"

"If you come any closer, I will have no other options-"

The man, unwilling to listen to your warnings any further, ran forward with a shout. You sidestepped, but before he could get anywhere near Loki, you grabbed the back of his shirt collar and dragged him back. With his thrown off balance, you kicked a leg out from under him and got him to the floor. Then, you grabbed his arm and held it behind him and kneeled on his back.

The man was sobbing now, free hand clawing at the dirt in desperation to grab something, anything.

"I'm sorry for your losses, but murder will not help you feel better, sir. Trust me," you told him. You slowly got off his back and released his arm, helping him up. You still stood safely between Loki and the man. "Please, go home. Talk to somebody. It won't get better if you keep going on like this."

His body shook as he sobbed, nodding and wiping his red, teary face on his arms. You gave him a minute, holding him by the shoulder and just talking softly to him. Then, with a deep breath, he turned back to the path and walked away, pulling out his phone as he did.

"I didn't realize..." You turned to face Loki. His fingers picked at the corners of the hard cover, eyes watching the man retreat further and further into the distance. "I mean, I understood the general idea - the grieving, the pain, but... I never truly realized just how real it is."

You gave him a sad smile, walking closer and carefully taking the book from his hands. He was hesitant to let it go, to be utterly defenseless. You ran a hand over the cover, tracing the Raven etched into it.

"But our love was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we-

Of many far wiser than we-

And neither the angels in Heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee..."

You looked back up at him. His eyes were sad, remorseful. He had changed, even if no one else could see it. You reached up to brush a lock out of his face, tucking it safely behind his ear, before gently taking one of his hands in yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Come on, Lokes. Let's go home."

IV.

From then on, you both decided it was best to stay inside for a while. You still went out to get books, and sometimes you stopped by a cafe to pick up coffee or tea and the occasional pastry, but all of your reading was done at the Tower for a while.

It wasn't altogether terrible to go back to reading on the couch, comfortably huddled together under a knit blanket and sipping warm drinks. And when you needed extra peace and quiet, you would take the reading to your room - squeezed in on the bed, backs pressed to the headboard, with no one to bother you except for JARVIS when someone else needed something. It was peaceful.

It's where you found yourself now, leaning against Loki as he silently read something from your collection. His arm was wrapped comfortably around you, tight enough to keep you close but loose enough where you could lean away and it would fall back to his side. The only sound that filled the room was his soft breathing and the turning of pages. Occasionally, the Avengers yelling outside the door could be heard, but it was so faint it didn't bother either of you.

You opened your eyes when you heard his book close. He was staring at the back cover, eyes in a daze as though he was trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

"Finished?"

He hummed, fingers absentmindedly rubbing circles into your shoulder.

"Good book?"

He nodded, snapping out of his daze to look at you. "Yes. I wasn't expecting the ending, but I suppose it makes sense."

You hummed, reaching a hand from under your blanket to turn the book over. Murder on the Orient Express.

"She was the best of the best mystery authors," you told him. You picked up the book and sat up, resting on your knees as you prepared to get up.

"What happened to her?" he asked, curious.

"She went missing," you explained. "Agatha Christie was there one day and then suddenly went missing. She was gone for 11 days before she showed up at a hotel, but going by the name of her husband's mistress. She can't remember anything about it."

You stood up, holding the blanket around you like a cloak, and studied your shelf to find where it had been pulled from.

"And no one knows what happened either?" he asked, even more intrigued now.

"Nope." You slid the book back onto the shelf and pulled out another one, carrying it back and sitting at the foot of the bed across from Loki. "But she kept writing after a while."

He hummed, nodding, trying to wrap his head around the new information. "And what do you think happened?"

You thought about it, crossing your legs and mindlessly running a finger along the binding of the book you held. Your face took on a more somber appearance, Loki noticed. Your gaze was distant and lost.

"I think..." You paused for a moment longer. You fixed your eyes back on him. "I think she was depressed, and confused, and I think she wanted to escape who she was for a while. But doing so made her mind think she really was someone else, until who she was and who she was pretending to be became blurred."

He nodded slightly at the thought. His hand picked at the palm of the other, his brain anxious and fighting over itself. Finally, he gave in.

"The man at the park... You said you understood his pain, that you had been where he stood." Blue eyes looked at you nervously, worry laced in the furrow of his brow. "What did you mean?"

You sighed softly, but you gave him a gentle smile. It wasn't much, but he appreciated the comfort. "I lost my brother, a long time ago. He was..." You smiled again, your eyes watery. "But I didn't have anyone else to turn to, and I was angry, and scared. So I attacked anyone I thought could have had a hand in his death - mobs, terrorists, entire government organizations... I was so desperate. SHIELD very quickly noticed me and apprehended me. They helped me get better - helped me be better." You crawled up to the head of the bed, sitting next to Loki again. His eyes followed you, sad and worried, and caring above all else. "Murder doesn't help - it just screws things up even more."

You breathed in deeply, staring at the symbol on the cover of your book. It had lost its dustcover a long time ago.

"If you hadn't, though," Loki spoke, voice soft, "I would never have met you."

You chuckled, wiping at your eyes with your wrist. "Yeah... Yeah, I guess not."

He grinned softly, happy to cheer you up even slightly. "What are we reading tonight?"

"It's called The Hobbit," you said. You showed him the cover. J.R.R Tolkien's signature was in a circle, emblazoned in gold. "I thought you might like it. It's very... of your time."

He chuckled, quirking an eyebrow at that. "Of my time? And when would that be?"

You shrugged a shoulder playfully. "Oh, you know, dragons and wizards and fireworks."

"Mhm, yes, sounds very much like my time." His tone dripped with sarcasm.

"Shut up and enjoy the damn book." You rolled your eyes, turning to the first page.

"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit..."

Loki enjoyed The Hobbit, and went on the read the entire rest of the Lord of the Rings series by himself in almost one night, too invested in the characters and what happens next to put the book down and actually take care of himself. You couldn't say you really blamed him.

You found him in the morning, just finishing up the last book. You sat next to him on the couch with two mugs of tea as he closed the book. He set the book on the table with the stack of others and took the mug from you, taking a sip before he decided to speak.

"I didn't expect... all of that," he admitted. "I knew there would be a quest and all the difficulties that brought, but to give up so close to the end, to feel madness from such a small object..."

He looked to you, like a child looking to a parent to make sure he wasn't saying anything wrong. You nodded, agreeing with him and gently encouraging him to keep going. He sighed, eyes flitting about the common area to see if anyone else was awake. His hands fiddled with the handle of the mug in his lap.

"It reminds me of the Tesseract. And..." He trailed off. He closed his eyes, jaw tensing. They opened again when he felt a warm hand on his arm. Your eyes showed nothing but kindness and understanding. "Why did you... Why have you been so nice to me? Everyone else despises me. Barton still mutters death threats if I'm anywhere in the same room as him, I- I don't understand."

You smiled softly. "Because I wanted to."

He shook his head, looking away toward the books, the TV. Anywhere you weren't. "You were assigned to watch me."

"And then I met you," you defended. Your voice was still gentle, walking on egg shells. "You were alone, and sad, and broken. From the moment I saw you, I knew you regretted everything you've done."

He chuckled humorlessly. "I'm a terrible person, Y/N. I'm a monster."

You squeezed his arm. "From my experience, bad people don't want to get better."

He moved to look at you from the corner of his eye. His eyes searched for any lies, for any hint you might be deceiving him.

"You're not a monster, Loki," you assured. You smiled softly. "You're my friend."

His lips quirked up minutely. "I'm not... the best at friendship."

"I think you're doing pretty good so far." You sipped your tea to make a point, rising a soft chuckle from the God.

You both sat for a while longer, drinking tea and watching as the sun rose over the recovering city. At some point, you leaned forward and rested your forehead against his shoulder in a makeshift hug. Thank god he was wearing Midgardian clothes, otherwise the leather on your forehead would have been very uncomfortable. You felt a hand reach around and gently begin combing your hair, fingers running over and through locks as yours had with his many times before.

"Thank you, Y/N."

You hummed, lifting your head enough so you could rest your chin on his shoulder. You looked up at him with big, puppy-dog eyes, pleading.

"What?"

"I wanna read you a book."

"Darling, you could have just said."

"I know, but it's fun watching you crumble."

He scoffed. "I don't crumble."

"Suuure."

He rolled his eyes. "What book?"

"Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It's my favorite, and I'll probably have to explain some jokes to you, but I think you'd like it."

He hummed thoughtfully. His eyes traced over your face, studying your hairline and the shape of your nose, your eyes. "What's it about?"

"An ordinary man, Arthur Dent, gets dragged into space travel and all he wants to do is go home and have a nice cup of tea."

He gave you a confused look. He waited for you to continue, but you never did. "That's it? Darling, no offense, but it sounds rather dull."

"Mmm. The Earth gets destroyed."

His eyebrows raised halfway up his forehead and he was quickly putting your mugs on the coffee table to drag you to your room. "Well, why didn't you just say so?!"

Your copy of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, which you grabbed off your nightstand when you walked into your room and handed at him to look at, was thicker than he thought it would be. It was only when he read Five Novels In One Outrageous Volume that he understood why. It was paperback, like quite a few of your other books, but not as tattered and worn as your Jurassic Park book had been. The cover was full of a galaxy, but in the middle was a strange green creature with a suitcase. He couldn't pretend to understand.

You sat up against the back headboard, legs crossed, and you patted your lap to make a point. He playfully rolled his eyes, but laid down along the length of your bed with his head comfortable in your lap. He handed the book up to you.

"Comfy?" you asked, playful yet still genuine.

He hummed, smiling at your upside down face.

"Good." You booped his nose before opening the thick book, flipping through pages until you got to the first page.

"Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun..."

+ I

Loki's life, his past, his room, was all very sacred. When you hung out, it was either in the living room or in your room. To allow you into his room would be to open himself completely and utterly to you. And in the Tower, surrounded by past enemies and others who hated his guts, to reveal that one last little piece of privacy he had left...

You didn't expect it from him. If anything, when he said he wanted to read today, you had taken his hand and guided him off the couch and past his own door at the start of the hallway (for surveillance and safety purposes) deeper into the hallway toward your room. But he stopped you. He stood firm in front of his door and tugged your arm back so you wouldn't go any further.

And he let you in.

It was still empty, but it was much more lived in than it had been. More books littered the shelves; Midgardian books that you and he read together. Small knickknacks sat on the desk - a little bobble head of Thor he found quite funny due to its "big-headedness" being the most prominent of them all. You even noticed small pots on the window sill, life just beginning to peek out of the dirt.

He stood awkwardly as he let you explore the room, explore what little privacy he had left. His eyes watched anxiously as you skimmed over his book collection, which were mostly old magik and Norse books from home. He couldn't stop the smile that pushed his cheeks up when you tapped the bobble head, watching as the plastic Thor nodded relentlessly. You peeked into the flower pot and that's when he felt most anxious - he felt a lump form in his throat, and his hand began picking at the palm of the other.

"What are you growing?" you asked curiously.

"A flower from home," he had blurted, very unceremoniously. He cleared his throat and took a breath. "My mother gave Thor seeds from a flower in her garden, to give to me while I live down here. It's... one of my favorites."

You smiled, gently brushing a finger along the small, green sprout. Then, you backed away from the plant and turned to him.

"Thank you for letting me see this, Loki." You walked over and pulled his hands apart, stopping his nervous habit. "You didn't have to."

He grinned, soft and warm. Comforting. "I wanted to."

Loki let go of one of your hands, guiding you to his bed with the one he still held while the other picked up an old, worn tome from the nightstand. You recognized it as the book he was reading when you first read to him. It didn't look much worse in all that time - still worn leather and boxed edges, but well taken care of and loved.

You both sat at the head of the bed, cuddled close to one another. You rested your head on his shoulder, looking at the book as he lovingly ran a thumb along the cover of the leather binding. You didn't mind that he didn't trust you enough to hold it. It was his book, and he needed to be connected to it right now.

"My mother..." He trailed off and tried to find the words again. He'd never spoken about her to you before, but he spoke so fondly of her, you could only imagine how guilty he felt for disappointing her with his actions. "My mother taught me all I know. When I was a child, she would turn flowers from her garden into creatures, like frogs or even small rabbits. I was so amazed. And then she would turn to me and say that I could do it, too. I didn't believe her for the longest time..."

He let out a shaky breath. You looked up at his face. His eyes were watery, and you carefully reached to hold his hand. He smiled at the gesture.

"You've been so kind to me all this time. You've shared your books, your culture, your life with me. And," he took in a deep breath, glancing at you, "I wanted to share mine with you. My culture, my books..." My life went unsaid, but it hung in the air like a fog.

He cleared his throat, blinking away the unshed tears in his eyes and opened the cover of the book. It creaked and groaned, but it was music to his ears. He flitted through a few more pages, the title and chapter index, before he rested on the first chapter. It was all in a language you couldn't understand. It was comprised of runes, all neatly hand-inked in rows on old parchment.

"This is the first book she gifted me," he told you. "It's a book of fairy tales from Asgard."

He looked down at you with another grin, only smiling wider when he saw your awed expression. Old norse was daunting to most, but it only seemed to cast a spell of wonder over you. He chuckled softly to himself.

"The people who lived long ago, in the far-off lands of the north..."

The books in order: 1. Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton 2. Coraline by Neil Gaiman 3. Annabel Lee poem by Edgar Allan Poe 4. The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien 5. Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams +1. The Story of the Beginning by Foster & Cummings (a Nordic Scandinavian fairy tale)

#loki fanfic #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #fluff #light angst #slight violence #gender neutral reader #gn reader #x gn reader

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kaytrawrites · 1 year

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Royal Pain in the-

Notes In which Ranboo is a Royal Pain in the Ass. Tubbo and Sneeg are annoyed at said Royal Pain.

Notes Contains cursing, because Tubbo and Sneeg do that.

Story

Tubbo was literally elbows deep in his current redstone powered farm project with Fundy when Ranboo came busting in. “I need copper.” The overly tall (in Tubbo’s opinion) Enderian said.

Tubbo sighed and extracted himself from the inner workings of the farm. He gave Ranboo a tired and irritated glare. “I’m busy.” He said.

Ranboo nodded. “Please, Thank you. Sorry. Please, Thank you. Sorry.” He returned Tubbo’s glare with an expression that only a puppy could pull off. And Ranboo was not a puppy.

“Fuck off; No.” Tubbo snapped. “Also, fuck that ‘Polite Words for Poor People’ book of yours.” He turned away and went back to tinkering with the redstone.

Ranboo turned and walked away. Tubbo ignored him until he heard the sounds of chests opening and being riffled through. “Get out of there!” The Bumblebee yelled, scrambling out of the machine and buzzing straight for his storage system.

He stabbed Ranboo in the shoulder with his claws, injecting him with a good dose of paralyzing poison. Ranboo yelped, the copper ore that he was holding dropped from his now limp hand.

Tubbo grabbed Ranboo by the back of his shirt and dragged him out of his underground hive. He dumped him on the ground outside. “You’re banned.” He stated and flew back into his hive, leaving the Enderian alone.

Ranboo brushed off his clothes, grumbling under his breath. “Peasant.” He grumbled just a bit too loudly, and Tubbo came flying out of his nest and stunk Ranboo in his other shoulder.

“Jealous little insect…” Ranboo mumbled. He felt something deep inside his soul. A shudder? An impact? He brushed it off and vwooped back to his cliff side home.

He looked through his to do list and grabbed his silk touch pickaxe. It was time to go stone mining, he decided.

“Hey, Long Johns,” Sneeg said, causing a yelp from Ranboo. “Where you off to?“

Ranboo quickly composed himself. “Mining.” He stated.

“Cool. Mind if I tag along?“

“Yes. I very much do mind.“ Ranboo huffed.

Sneeg sighed. “Well you won’t get much sparkling conversation from rocks,“ he started.

“Well,“ Ranboo started. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want you to come.”

Sneeg burst into gleeful giggles. “Eh, I was just gonna sneak along anyway. Better you know I’m there and stab me on purpose, instead of you not knowing I’m there and stab me on accident.”

Ranboo chuckled with the much shorter inchling. “Yes, yes. On accident. Mhm!”

Sneeg took a running leap up to Ranboo’s shoulder. He didn’t quite make it all the way and had to climb up Ranboo’s cloak, which made the Enderian tense up. “Dirty little feet…” he grumbled.

“I’m right up by your jugular,” Sneeg retaliated, tapping his sword pointedly.

“Fine, fine. Point made.“ Ranboo huffed.

The two descended into Ranboo’s mine. Ranboo started a new branch with Sneeg occasionally mining poke holes to check for valuable minerals.

It didn’t take long to encounter a massive unexplored cavern. The pair was very excited and split off to rob the space of all its exposed resources.

When they met back up, Sneeg took a quick look over everything they managed to acquire. He had gotten quite a lot of iron and redstone, while Ranboo had gotten much more diamonds and gold.

“How we gonna to split this?” Sneeg asked.

Like a switch had been flipped, the dark part of Ranboo’s eyes shrank to slits. He seemed to lengthen, and his jaw unhinged. A sound like a cross between a cat’s hiss and an Enderman’s enraged whine emerged from deep within his chest.

Sneeg snap drew his sword, his hair (or the Inchling equivalent) standing on end. “Stand down!“ Sneeg snarled.

Ranboo took a half a step back, but not in fear. More like a predator stepping back to reevaluate the situation.

“Ranboo! Stand. Down!“ Sneeg repeated, his grip on the handle of his sword tightening.

Ranboo hissed once more, and Sneeg realized he would have to physically knock the sense back into the young Enderian.

It was a thankfully short fight. All it took was a single stab for Ranboo to yelp in pain and snap out of whatever was going on in his head. “Ah-“

“Fuckn’ finally…” Sneeg grumbled. “Let’s just head home, Long Johns.”

“Fine.” Ranboo said, the single word short and clipped.

The two traveled in silence for a time, Sneeg on Ranboo’s shoulder. “What the hell was that, anyway?” Sneeg asked, breaking the silence.

Ranboo was silent. “It-That is information that is not necessary for you to know.” He stated, through gritted teeth.

“I would call it pretty damn necessary considering you nearly ripped my head off!” Sneeg snapped in return.

Ranboo sniffed. “I would have squashed you under my boot. Not remove your head. It is far easier to clean the bottom of a shoe.”

Sneeg burst out laughing. “I would have liked to see you try!” He challenged.

Ranboo’s hand snapped up and grabbed Sneeg off his shoulder before the Inchling could dive for cover. “As simple. As. That.”

Sneeg waited a moment before tapping a fist on Ranboo’s closed fingers. “I yield! I yield.”

Ranboo huffed, but set Sneeg back on his shoulder.

“You know. You are a pain in the ass.” Sneeg said.

“A Royal Pain in the Ass.” Ranboo corrected.

#my fic #mcyt #origins smp #osmp #slight violence #osmp tubbo #osmp ranboo #osmp sneegsnag #the violence is deserved lol

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earhartsease · 2 years

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I can't believe I've finally found that one scene from Jam (a darkly surreal British tv show from 2000) - this really spokes to me at the time, and embedded itself permanently in my skull - the thin veneer of civility is poppadum-fragile

youtube

in fact the entire shows are on youtube but I warn you they're unsettling in a way that Black Mirror with its huge budgets never quite matched for me (partly it was the music, partly I was back living in my abusive mum's house supporting her while she was dying so yeah)

#jam #slight violence #cw death mention #cw abuse mention

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naminethewriter · 2 years

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Brothers and Secrets Chapter Five: An Unexpected Visitor

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Summary: Remus set out on his backpacking trip across Europe with a route in mind but no set time frame. So when he suddenly calls Roman as he's about to go to bed and demands to be picked up from the airport, Roman is rightfully caught off guard. As it turns out, Remus has experienced more in those two years than his brother had thought, not only getting himself a boyfriend but also a house to live in with said boyfriend.

There are many things Roman finds suspicious about this new set of circumstances and as time goes on, the mysteries pile on. Remus is hiding something, but what? And how will his secrets impact not only Roman's life but that of their friends Patton and Janus as well?

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‘Soon’ apparently meant six weeks. Another entire six weeks went by without meeting Logan. Roman, Patton and Janus visited, the latter visited the most because he was tackling the garden with Remus, but none of them even saw a hair of the cryptic boyfriend. It was a fact that bothered Roman to no end, but he held out because Remus asked him to and while his twin was infuriating, there were few things Roman wouldn’t do for him.

Remy also made next to no appearances. He greeted them a couple of times, but Remus told them that he spends most of his time either sleeping, partying somewhere, or clearing up family matters with Logan. Apparently, the whole caretaker business was more complicated than it appeared and it took a while to sort out. But as soon as they did, Remy dipped, off to see his boyfriend.

Roman, Janus and Patton received an invitation for a weekend stay shortly after. It was finally time to meet Logan Croft in person.

They drove together on Friday after they were all done with work and arrived during dinner time. Remus greeted them alone and explained that Logan was asleep and would meet them in the morning for breakfast. Again, Roman found that highly suspicious but he supposed he could wait one more night. The four of them ate together and had a fun evening of storytelling and games before they went to bed. Remus slept together with Logan, Patton and Janus shared and Roman had a room for himself. He would never admit it, but it did feel a bit lonely.

It did turn out for the best since he ended up having trouble falling asleep. Whether it was the unfamiliar surroundings or the anticipation for the next day, he had no idea, but something kept him awake. Staying in bed was no help so he decided to get a something to drink from the kitchen and maybe afterwards he’d have more luck.

He slipped out of the room and quietly made his way through the hallways, using his phone to light the way. He passed Remy’s now empty room, as well as the one Janus and Patton occupied before arriving at the stairs. He took a moment to listen, but he heard nothing. Good, he hadn’t woken anyone up.

Carefully he walked down the stairs. They still tended to creak, and he wasn’t sure which steps he needed to skip so he took it slow and made it without much noise. Still, he took another moment to listen for movement.

Nothing.

But for some reason he felt like he was being watched.

The house had felt unsettling to him since the first day, not surprising considering the state that it was in and its location in the middle of nowhere. It had gotten better the more they renovated it but, in that moment, at night in almost complete darkness, it felt more like a ghost house than ever before.

Roman shuddered. The kitchen wasn’t far and he should be far enough from the bedrooms that he didn’t need to watch every step he made anymore so he continued on, determined to get his drink and return to his bed as soon as possible.

He didn’t make it to the kitchen.

He was suddenly grabbed by the throat and slammed against the hallway wall. All air left his lungs and he choked. Instinctively he grabbed the arm holding him with both hands and tried to get it off him, but it wouldn’t budge. He dropped his phone and it landed on the carpet, face down so the light from the flashlight mode shone up, allowing him to see his attacker.

The man was taller than him by a few inches. He wore a hoodie with the hood pulled up but the light from below illuminated him enough that Roman could still make out his features. Dark hair, angular face with piercings, almost glowing purple eyes that stared him down without blinking. He wore dark eyeshadow under his eyes in a way that Roman might have made fun of a bit if it didn’t look terrifying in this situation. The man bared his teeth – they were sharp, why were they sharp? – and hissed, startling Roman out of his frozen state.

He managed to take a shaking breath; the hand wasn’t pushing down on his throat – not yet at least – just holding him in place. Otherwise, Roman was free to move. He could punch or kick his assailant but something in those eerily purple eyes told him he shouldn’t try lest he actually wanted to get hurt. He left his hands on the arm holding him down but remained still otherwise, waiting for the other to make the first move. He didn’t have to wait long.

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?” the man hissed, his voice deep and dangerous. Roman swallowed.

“Roman, I’m visiting my brother.” Apparently not what the guy wanted to hear since he slammed his free hand next to Roman’s head, closing the distance between them a bit more.

This was entirely the wrong moment to realize that Roman found the other attractive.

“What brother? Don’t think you can lie to me, human.”

Roman’s brain short-circuited. Human? Was this guy not human then? It would explain the eyes. He’d never seen eyes like that before. Piercing and intense and beautiful and – Stop. He should be scared right now not… doing whatever he was doing right now.

The… creature? didn’t seem to like his hesitation because the hand around his throat tightened, now actively restricting the air flow. His brain changed back into being scared.

“Answer me,” he – it? – growled.

“My twin, Remus, he moved in here over a month ago,” Roman whispered, trying to conserve air. His grip on the others arm had tightened though there was acknowledgement whatsoever that he even felt it.

“I said, don’t lie to me! This house belongs to my family and I don’t know any-“

Someone cleared their throat close by.

“Virgil, please let him go, he is an invited guest.” The voice was smooth and clear. His attacker’s head snapped over towards it and Roman followed his gaze.

About three feet away from them stood another man. He was also tall, probably even taller than the other one. He held an old oil lamp in his hand – they had found quite a few of those around the house while they’d been cleaning and Remus had said to leave them, since they were useful doing a power outage – so he and his surroundings were illuminated by a soft light. The newcomer’s hair was black and long, tied into a ponytail that laid across his shoulder. He wore a nightgown that seemed to be around two hundred years old, and he had slippers on. His face was hard to make out in the dim light, but his eyes were a very light blue that seemed as piercing as the ones from Roman’s attacker.

Before either of them could respond however, there was movement behind the newcomer and to Roman’s horror, his brother’s head appeared on the man’s shoulder and only then did Roman noticed that the man’s arm that wasn’t holding up the lantern was behind his back, supporting Remus who seemed to be riding piggyback.

“Oh my, Roman’s being pinned to the wall by a hot guy, I’m so jealous!” his twin giggled. “Hey, Logie, you should do that to me some time, I love it when you loom over me.” He insistently hit the man carrying him on the shoulder who hummed in acknowledgement.

“Alright, dear, we can try it sometime, but I need to stop your brother from getting killed right now, okay?”

“Sure, I don’ want him dead, please,” Remus mumbled, laying his head on the other’s shoulder, and Roman’s alarm bells were ringing very loudly. Something definitely was up, his brother sounded like he’d been smoking weed again. That was a problem for later though because the first guy still hadn’t let him go.

“Logan? What are you doing here, I thought Remy was taking care of this place?”

Logan. Right. He should’ve realized that the guy carrying his brother and called him ‘dear’ was the cryptic boyfriend. Well, no one could blame Roman for being a bit overwhelmed at the moment.

“Indeed, he was. But I took over for him only a few days ago. Now please let my guest go?” His attacker – What his name? Virgil? – finally seemed to realize that he hadn’t done so yet and released him, taking a few steps back.

“Thank you. Are you alright, Roman?” Somehow that question got him to snap.

“Am I alright?! No, I’m not alright! I was attacked in the middle of the night by a guy that called me ‘human’ like he isn’t one, my brother’s cryptic boyfriend – who I haven’t even met before – suddenly shows up, calls my attacker by name and carries around said brother who seems to be high as hell! What the fuck is going on?!”

“Ro-bro said ‘fuck’,” Remus giggled again. Roman glared daggers at Logan who had the decency to look somewhat embarrassed.

“My apologies, that was a badly worded question. I will give you answers in a moment but first please tell me if Virgil hurt you.”

“I didn’t,” Virgil scoffed but Logan ignored him, keeping his gaze focused on Roman who scowled at him.

“… I’m fine.”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes. I want an explanation.”

“As do we,” came another new voice, from behind Logan this time. This time, however, the voice was familiar to Roman. Logan turned and took a step to the side, revealing Janus and Patton. Janus was holding his own oil lamp and had a look of calmness on his face as if this situation was nothing out of the ordinary. Patton on the other hand slightly cowered behind him, his eyes warily flittered between Logan and Virgil. With one hand he was holding one of Janus’ while he was chewing on one nail of the other.

“You let a witch in?!” Virgil shrieked suddenly, all heads snapping to him immediately. He in turn was staring at Janus with the same hostility in his eyes that was previously directed at Roman.

“Oh, thank you, Virgil! Everybody here is definitely aware that witches exist and you didn’t just break a big taboo.”

“Janny’s a witch?!” Remus yelled, leaning forwards and almost throwing Logan off balance. “Why didn’t you tell me, Lo! You need to tell me stuff like that!”

“Please calm down, Remus. I did tell you one of your friends was not human but since I hadn’t met them face to face yet I was unsure who or what they were.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.”

“You are forgiven, dear.”

“Stop talking like we’re not here!” Roman yelled. “What are you?” he asked, pointing at Logan. “What happened to my brother? How do you” – he pointed at Janus – “know him?” This time he pointed at Virgil. “Is Patton hiding something, too? Am I the only normal one around? What is happening?!?” Patton flinched at the mention of his name, just as lost as Roman. He’d let go of Janus’ hand when he addressed Virgil and was trying to make himself as small as possible. Roman would feel bad for him if he wasn’t as stressed.

“Ro-bro’s losing it!” Remus laughed, apparently very amused by the situation. Virgil squinted at him.

“Were you feeding off of him?” he asked Logan. Roman threw his hands in the air, startling Virgil.

“Don’t give me more questions before answering the others first!”

“Indeed,” Logan spoke up, ��I do owe you an explanation. Well, I think a few of us have some things to explain. Let’s move to the parlor. This will take a while and I believe we would all be more comfortable sitting down.”

“Fine by me,” Janus agreed. “I was considering telling the others about my true nature anyway. Thank you again for making the choice for me, Virgil.”

“Fuck off, snake.”

“Virgil, be civil.” He grumbled but didn’t protest. Logan continued, addressing Roman again. “Would that be acceptable for you?” Roman’s eyes flickered over to his twin who was still giggling on Logan’s shoulder. “I ensure you: Remus is alright. He should return to normal shortly and then he will explain himself. We were planning to do so in the morning but considering the circumstances we cannot postpone this any longer.”

“Alright, I’ll give you a chance. Because I trust Remus, not you.”

“I understand. Please follow me.” He started walking down the hall, past Roman and Virgil, who shot another glare at Janus before following. Janus rolled his eyes but started walking as well. Patton stayed, however. He looked confused and a bit scared.

“Are you okay?” Roman asked, quietly. “I’m sorry if I scared you.” Patton shook his head.

“You didn’t. I’m just… I don’t understand what’s happening. Janny and I woke up because we heard noises from downstairs and then we found you here and now they’re talking about witches and feeding?” He shook his head. “Am I dreaming?”

“No, Patton. This is real, I think. Things have been weird for a while. Let’s get some answers, okay?”

“Okay.” He hesitated for a moment. “Can I hold your hand? Please?” Roman smiled though it felt strained on his face.

“Sure, Pat. I need that right now, too.” Together they made their way over to the parlor to get the answers to the mysteries that had stacked up since Remus came back.

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