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mirkwoodshewolf · 7 years

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My Night fury Loki x reader

Well here is my first fanfic I posted up on wattpad and here is my second post through tumblr. While I will accept requests for children/teen fanfic I’m also good with doing romantic requests I don’t want to just limit myself with just one type of genre but if ya’ll want child requests I won’t deny them (unless they don’t follow my fandom lists) and again I do NOT own any references I make they all belong to their rightful owners or companies.

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It was a few days before Katsucon 2015 and I was putting the final touches on my Hiccup battle suit as well as looking over the Toothless suit my two friends would be wearing for our competition on Saturday when suddenly my phone rang. I ran towards it and saw that it was my partner (bff/n)

“Hey dude, I’m glad you called, listen; the toothless is coming along well and I—”

“Uhh (y/n) we need to talk to you about that convention. Turns out that I can’t make it” (bff/n) said.

“What!? But (bff/n) you’re my toothless. No one else can fit into the suit other than you!”

“I’m sorry (y/n) but my boyfriend called and wants me to meet his parents this weekend. I’m really sorry but I’m afraid I can’t be your toothless for the competition. I feel terrible”. I just remained quiet and said.

“It’s okay, thanks for at least telling me. Bye”. Hang up.

I looked towards the toothless suit and my hiccup battle suit and stared the hard work we had been putting on, the endless hours of work, the testing of the mechanics in the toothless suit, and hours of no sleep we had to make these things work and look good.

All gone down the drain.

All this work for nothing. As you can tell I’m beyond pissed off that my friend could just call like that and tell me that her boyfriend wants her to be there to meet his folks when we’ve been planning this for months in advance. I walk out of my work room and head back into my house and plop down on the couch and scream into my pillow.

“I would’ve thought a cosplayer like you would be excited to go to this convention, not wallow in anger”. I look up to see my famous boyfriend, the God of Mischief himself, Loki.

“I am excited, but I think I have to call the competition and drop my name out”.

“What? Why would you do that? You’ve been working on your cosplays for months haven’t you?” Loki asked with deep concern showing in his face.

“Yeah, until your partner calls in to tell you that she has to cancel because her boyfriend wants her to meet his parents which he knew we were apart of this thing for months now! I mean how can she do this to me!? All those hours and work wasted!” Loki like me showed anger for my friend dropping me off like that but he took a deep breath and held me tightly to his chest.

“I’m sorry (y/n), but that doesn’t mean you can pull out of the competition, why not go as a solo?”

“I can’t. I’ve already put my name as a group. And all statements are finalized. Besides there’s no Hiccup without Toothless, and no Toothless without Hiccup. They are meant to be together as best friends should. But it seems my Toothless doesn’t even care about my dream anymore”. Loki stroked through my hair and kissed my temple.

“Why don’t I at least take you to bed, you look exhausted and I’m sure you’ll think of something”.

“But Loki. The convention is in two days! How am I going to find a replacement who will fit to (bff/n)’s size in time! In fact I don’t think anyone can be my Toothless in time!”

“Shhh, relax that brain of yours, you’re overworked. Now I’m taking you to bed, you’re going to go to sleep and not another word of this till you’re rested up”. By that time we were already in my bedroom. Loki set me down on my bed and laid down close to me and tucked me into his arms.

“But Loki!”

“Ah-ah-ah, no more worrying tonight darling, time for sleep” he said then with a mischief gleam in his eyes, he snuck his hands under my shirt and tickled my sides making me shriek and curl up against him. I tried to bat his hands away but he only kept digging into my skin tickling me into submission.

“Lo-lo-Loki! St-stohahap!!”

“Not until you stop worrying and trust me that everything will be alright”. He said with that smug grin on his face.

“Like I would…..hahaha…trust the God of MiheheMischief!”

“Wanna repeat that darling?” His grin turning into that evil smile as he switched from my sides to my stomach, my most ticklish spot. I screamed with laughter as I cried out.

“OKAY!! OK! OK! OK! OK!!! I TRUST YOU! PLEHEHEASE JUST STOHAHAHAPPPP!!!” He finally stopped and wrapped his arms around my waist in a gentle embrace.

“I promise you, everything will work out in the morning my dove”.

“Okay, if you say so, goodnight Loki, love you”.

“Goodnight darling, I love you too”. We shared a goodnight kiss then I fell asleep cuddled close to his chest unaware of the soft gleam in his eye.

The next morning, I woke up extra early to pack up my stuff for Katsucon tomorrow since tomorrow beings the first day of the con. I printed out the schedule and highlighted the stuff I wanted to do each day and how to keep my time busy before the pre-judging of the contest then finally when the competition would be and what hall. I got my suit packed up but when I looked at my toothless suit, I began to almost reconsider and just bail the competition without a toothless.

It was then I also noticed that something, more like someone was missing.

Where the heck was Loki?

I put a pause on my packing and began to look through the entire house to find him. After about a half hour of searching I was just about to give up when I took notice of a note hanging on the refrigerator. I took it off its magnet and read it to myself.

My Dearest (y/n),

You are probably wondering where I am at this point, I felt so heartbroken to hear about your dilemma last night, and to make you feel better and NOT pull you out of the cosplay competition and that chance to help make your dream come true, go outside behind your shop for a special surprise you��ll find.

Forever yours,

Loki

What the hell? What does he mean by a surprise? I hope it’s not like the last surprise he gave me last Christmas. God I don’t even wanna talk about it, yet it was pleasurable. Either way I followed the note’s instructions and went around the back of my shop and just stood there frozen in shock of what I saw.

“Holy fireballs!” There standing by my shop was a real live, living and breathing, bloody NIGHTFURY!!! It looked exactly like Toothless right down to the very scales on his body, his ears, and even his big adorable green eyes with pupils big and black. I didn’t know how to feel, I was both excited but slightly afraid. I mean come on it’s not everyday you see live dragons around here, especially if they look like your favorite cartoon dragon that you’ve secretly wished to have as your own.

I walked up to the night fury slowly just like Hiccup did and raised my hand outwards cautiously so that I wouldn’t get my hand bitten off, but as I got closer towards it and looked into it’s eyes, I suddenly gasped as I saw a familiar gleam behind those beautiful green eyes.

“L-L-Loki?” The night fury purred exactly like toothless does in the movies and he leaned in towards my hand and purred lovingly. I couldn’t believe it! My boyfriend, the God of Mischief and Lies, Mr. Magic man himself, had turned himself into Toothless. “Oh my God! Loki but—how did…..did you do this for me?” He lowered his head and stared up at me with that cute Toothless face that I always fawn over everytime I watch the movies. His ears lowered and he even had the puppy dog eyes that Toothless gave in the Christmas special ‘Gift of the Nightfury’.

I smiled lovingly and looked at him with adoration and love. I walked up to him and knelt down in front of him and lifted his head up and said as tears of happiness fell down my face,

“Loki, thank you. You are amazing”. I leaned my forehead against his as he purred. Suddenly I felt a wet slimy thing attack my face as I was now pushed down onto the ground and a wet, pink tongue licked me across my face.

“Gah! Loki stop!!” I pushed him aside and rolled backwards and stood up and groaned as I wiped myself off of the dragon slobber I now had on my skin, “you know that doesn’t wash out!” He then let out a rhythmic grunt that sounded like one of Toothless’ laughter. He grinned at me as I glared at him and flung his spit back at him making him shake his head and narrow his eyes at me for a brief second before cleaning himself off by licking himself clean of the spit.

Later, I went over the script with Loki and told him what exactly he needed to do for our scripted play that I spent a week on revising, editing and planning out for the competition. It was going to be a replica of the battle scene of the second movie, just as Toothless is fighting Draco’s black Alpha and Toothless becomes the new Alpha, then it ends with a friendship/brother flight with the song “Romantic flight” playing after the battle.

After a bit of rehearsing with the music playing from my laptop from the two soundtracks songs that I mixed up together, Loki and I had finally got the entire act down, now we just needed to work out the flight part, but I didn’t know that my cunning Night fury had his own act currently running through his mind. I mounted onto Loki’s back and I said my line,

“Let’s go bud”. Then that’s when things got a bit hairy. Loki actually took off at sonic speed up into the sky for real. I screamed as I held onto him for dear life as he continued to flight up higher and higher into the sky.

“Loki! What is wrong with you!? Stop it!!!”

He stopped but I could see the grin on his face, I held onto for dear life begging for him to not do what I think he was doing, that and for my major, MAJOR fear of heights and flying.

You see, I’ve always had this fear about going to high, I once found out when I was around five years old and my family and I were to a local fair. My sister and I wanted to go on the Ferris wheel one last time before we headed home, when the wheel suddenly broke down and we were stuck above the ground 30-40 feet at 10:30pm with no way of getting down. I then started to panic and I began to hyperventilate and cry as loud as I could, begging for someone to get me down, for almost three hours we were up there until the fire dept, finally came and got us down. And from that day on, I never got on another Ferris wheel, or even anything that went even 7 feet off the ground.

“Loki don’t you—” but it was too late, he tucked in his wings and began to plummet straight down back towards the Earth. I screamed my head off and held on as tight as I could when Loki opened his wings again and took off flying once again this time faster. And just when I thought he couldn’t be crueler, he began to spin.

‘Thank you for nothing you useless God!’ I screamed in my head when my voice couldn’t even shriek anymore as my fear began to intensify.

Loki then again began to plummet down towards the Earth. I finally couldn’t take it as I leaned against his dragon back and began to cry, sobbing hysterically as he deliberately used my fear to torture me. My mind screamed at him, begging him to stop and he seemed to have heard me. His face became softer and regret filled his heart.

So he did a nice thing and opened his wings up and stopped his recklessness and made the flight more easier and more comfortable for me. He gently went higher into the afternoon clouds as I kept sobbing, refusing to look up, down, anywhere because I knew we were still in the air.

‘(Y/n), it’s okay darling. Open your eyes’. I heard Loki’s voice inside my head calming my nerves. I did as he said and looked up to see miles and miles of white/pink puffiness. As Loki continued to glide through the air and higher into the sky, I couldn’t help but stare in awe at the view above here. I was flying, and Loki was helping me grow out of my fear.

‘Touch the clouds darling’ his voice said as he raised me high enough to touch the whiff of clouds that were just above me. I shakily raised up on arm from his back and slowly allowed my hand to graze it until I raised it up higher and felt the softness of it fly past my skin, almost like a ticklish feeling.

I slowly released my other hand and raised my hands up over my head like I was on a roller coaster and slightly leaned back to feel more of the cool breath brush past my face.

This was amazing.

As Loki continued to fly long after the sunset and the moon and stars shined over the land, my fear was now long forgotten and all that mattered was me and Loki, together flying in the sky. He took me higher into the sky then slowly went lower until we could see the lights of New York just below us, gleaming like a beautiful beacon of light. A huge smile broke out on my face at the beautiful sight that was New York. I looked down to see Loki looking back towards me with a smile on his face, I smiled back at him and slowly leaned back down on my stomach and laid my chin against his head and kissed him.

He lowered down towards the buildings, flying around the city but using his magic to conceal us so that no one would see a flying dragon in New York city then took back up into the night sky.

“Loki I—I don’t know what to say this is….this is—amazing. You’re amazing”. I patted his side and he looked up at me then he decided to take me back to my place. Once we got back to my house, I slowly got off his back but was a bit wobbly and nearly fell if it wasn’t for my boyfriend catching me this time back in his normal, God form.

“Careful there darling, still a bit wobbly from that sudden take off”.

“Yeah, I can’t believe you did that how could you!” I shouted at him as I slapped him across the arm as hard as I could still mad at him for doing that. He held me in his arms and said.

“I had been thinking when you told me about your fears, and I knew I needed someway to get you to stop being afraid. So along with helping you with your competition, I wanted to help you get over your fear of heights, but I guess I took it too far on the take off”. He looked down shamefully telling me he knew it was wrong and that he felt really sorry and guilty for it.

“Ohh, I can’t stay mad at you my Nightfury” I cooed as I hugged him tightly. “And thank you, for that…. I think it did help me a bit”.

“I’m always here if you need me, my Hiccup”. I smiled up at him and we both leaned in towards each other in a passionate kiss.

-Extended Ending-

“And the winner of the $1000 cash prize for this year’s Katsucon Winner is…. Hiccup and Toothless Alpha Battle!!” I screamed and hugged Loki who was in Toothless’ form now and the two of us walked up on stage and I took the trophy from Yaya-Han and she congratulated me with the first prize winning and I could hear everyone cheering ‘Long live the chief! Long live the chief!’ I felt happiness well up inside my chest, I looked at Loki and he looked at me and I thanked him, because without him, this wouldn’t have happened. I would always be grateful to him.

My Nightfury.

#loki x reader #romance #fluff #loki laufeyson #loki fanfiction #nightfury

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graphicallysam · 7 years

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Para: A Saturday with the Twins

Who: Sam and Mercedes

When: Saturday, 13 Nov 2010

Where: Evans' Home

What: Samcedes babysit the twins

Mercedes had gotten the text earlier in the day that Sam was in need of backup with his twin siblings. Two against one were not fair odds when it came to tiny people that could team up on you, so she was more than happy to help. She had met Stevie & Stacy at the football games when his family came to watch Sam play. She thought they were adorable, and Stevie was practically a carbon copy of Sam. It also didn’t hurt that she liked kids.

Her mom let her drive to Sam’s house since she had her permit. She could get her license in another few weeks after her birthday, so every last bit of practice would do her good. Once there, she grabbed her purple backpack out of the trunk and headed up to the door, ringing the doorbell. She had packed her brother’s old Sega Genesis system that had a bunch of fun games the twins could try like Sonic and The Lion King.

Normally, Sam didn’t mind babysitting his siblings, but at five-years-old, they were like The Rugrats on crack. They pretended to be all innocent and sweet with their parents and around Quinn and stuff, but when it was just Sam by himself, they were The Kindergartners from Recess. Quinn was busy with a church thing or maybe a thing with her mom, Sam wasn’t entirely sure. So he sent out an SOS to Mercedes, hoping that she could save him, and when she agreed, he thanked God for taking mercy on him.

Since he’d started at McKinley, five months before, he’d made a lot of good friends. Finn had kind of invited him to be a part of his crew, which brought the unexpected but welcomed presence of Mercedes all of the time. Sam really liked Mercedes. She was one of his best friends at school, and they hung out all of the time when he wasn’t hanging with the guys or spending time with his girlfriend, Quinn. It was nice to have a friend that was into comics and video games and movies as much as he was. Not that Finn and Puck weren’t good for that kind of stuff, but it wasn’t quite the same. Mercedes just got it in a way no one else did. Quinn just wasn’t into the same things as him. She loved to read and spent most of her time with Rachel. They liked art museums and things he had no clue about. Sam liked art, but not that kind, and he hated reading because it didn’t come easily for him. Mercedes was just different than most of the people he’d met in Ohio. She didn’t think he was weird for speaking Na’vi, and she laughed at him impressions. Plus, she was really pretty, not that that mattered. He did have a girlfriend after all. It was just kind of a bonus.

The doorbell rang, breaking him from his thoughts and offering him salvation. He practically tripped over Stevie as they both rushed for the door. Luckily, height and gravity were on his side. So he got to the knob first and pulled it open as he shoved his brother out of the way. “Hey, Mercedes,” he said with an exhausted grin. “Ignore the mess. The twins promised they’d clean up like thirty minutes ago.”

“We’re still playing,” Stevie explained. He glanced at Mercedes, smiling shyly. “Hi, ‘Cedes!” He waved and then took off running.

“Hey, stop running in the house,” Sam called to him and sighed when his brother was out of sight. “Sorry...come in.” He stepped aside and let her in. Sam’s house was generally neat, but it always looked lived in. Both of his parents grew up on ranches in Tennessee and believe a house should look homely. But they were strict about chores, and the twins had toys scattered everywhere that would need to be cleaned up before they got home.

“Hey Sam,” she smiled brightly as he opened the door, his always adorable face saying more than he needed too in regards to the mayhem his siblings were putting him through today. Sam had become one of her closest guy friends in lightning speed it seemed. He was so much fun to be around, he always made her smile. Whether he was doing impressions or talking with passion about his fave comic, he was just a really endearing person to be around, and she was happy that he and Quinn had started dating. She knew he’d get a gorgeous girlfriend because he was fine as heck!

When she saw Stevie peek around Sam, she waved at him, laughing softly as he took off running. “If there weren’t toys around all over the place I’d be concerned honestly. Worried the twins got abducted by pod people or something.” She loved the Evans home, it was the perfect mix of comfy, inviting, and decorative. She loved looking at the pictures of Tennessee they had on the wall, and of course the family pictures as well. “So, you ready to make a bet? I bet I can get them to clean up their things in the next 10 minutes. If I win, you have to let me and Stacey braid your hair. If I lose...well, what do you want if I lose?”

Chuckling at the pod people comment because honestly, he’d probably think they were pod people too. They walked towards the family room, and he nearly tripped over a toy truck. “Yeah, we can make that bet...I don’t know how you’re gonna do it without mind control.” He stopped when the reached the room and looked at her. “You have to show me how to beat that one part of Asura’s Wrath.”

“A girl never tells her secrets, but I suppose I can help you out with the game,” she replied as she sat her backpack over by the entertainment center, out of the way of the twin tornadoes. “Now watch me work my magic,” She gave him a wink before she scrolled through her song list and found “Moves Like Jagger” by Maroon 5. The beat would get the kiddies moving, and she could make up lyrics that would cover up any suggestive stuff. “Whoever gets finished picking up the toys first gets to pick something awesome out of my magic backpack.” She sang.

Sam rolled his eyes playfully. One day, he’d get her to show him even if he lost this bet. He wondered what she was up to when she went into her bag and was a little confused when she pulled out her iPod. He watched her curiously as the twins came running into the room to see what she was doing. She promised them a treat, and he was pretty sure that he’d never seen them so eager to clean up.

Mercedes was pretty good with kids. She babysat to earn extra money and had a nice clientele list. The majority of them were people in her church, and a few in her neighborhood. She sang along to the music, dancing with the twins in between their battle to get the toys put away the fastest. “The key to cleaning up is to make it fun, or to make it a competition. If you can do both, you can do almost anything.” She said with a soft chuckle.

Once the twins had completed the tasks, she took out the Sega Genesis and the games, and then she handed them both coloring books with the special markers that would only work in the coloring books. “I also brought some oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, but I’m pretty sure you can’t have any until after dinner.” Last thing the twins needed was sugar in them right now, the hyper little cuties.

It wasn’t that the twins were bad, but it was almost impressive that she could get them to do what they were supposed to with a song and promise of a treat. His mom did similar things, but it didn’t work when he tired. He nodded at the advice and gave her a grateful smile. “Thanks...you’re gonna be a great mom someday,” he commented before realizing what he’d said. “I mean...when we grow up,” he added lamely. Luckily, Stevie distracted him with a question so he had something else to focus on.

“Can’t we just have a half a cookie?” Stevie questioned, tilting his head to the side like a curious puppy as he spoke.

Stacy’s green eyes widened. “Mommy said no dessert before dinner!”

“Stacy,” Stevie whined, glaring at his sister.

Sam tried to hide his amused grin before he sobered a little. “Hey, hey...she’s right. No dessert before dinner, bud. You know that,” he said gently, hoping to kill the fight before it started. “Mercedes already gave you a nice treat. You should say thank you again and enjoy it.”

“Thank you,” the twins said in unison before going back to coloring.

She smiled, shaking her head slightly. “I’m not having kids until I’m at least 30. I’ve got so much I want to try and do, so when I finally settle down, I’ll be able to be a really good mommy. Maybe. I’ll have to get a husband and all that first, but yeah.” She ducked her head slightly, feeling a little silly talking about something that far off.

She sat down on the couch, thinking of a way to change the subject. “Oh, are you going to enter the art contest?” There was a contest to come up with a new school logo for tshirts and other school merchandise. “I bet you’d do awesome at that.” She knew it wasn’t exactly his style of art, but he was good at a lot of styles.

Sam loved his art. He loved drawing and creating things in Photoshop. He even had his own Deviantart account, but he was still kind of shy about it. He’d only ever shared his stuff with a few people. She was one of them. “I don’t know. I don’t think I want to…” he said, ducking his head.

“That’s okay,” she smiled encouragingly. “I just want you to know that I think you’re good enough to win. Sometimes it’s nice to know that other people think you’re good at something you really love, you know?” She hoped that made sense. “Do you still want to go to Wizard Con with me and Royce in the summer?”

“Thanks, Mercedes, that means a lot.” It wasn’t that Quinn wasn’t supportive of him and his art. She was, a lot, but it still felt nice to hear Mercedes say it. He really believed she believed he could win. Maybe he’d submit something secretly just in case it didn’t get picked. Then no one would know. “Yeah, I totally still wanna go.”

“Sweet! Start talking to your parents now, that way you have time to negotiate a deal if necessary.” She grinned. “Royce is very responsible and trustworthy so hopefully they’ll be okay with it. Do you think you’re going to dress up or anything? Royce wants to go as Jax from Mortal Kombat.” She peered over the back of the couch, checking on the twins who were still engrossed in their coloring books.

Sam was suddenly really stoked. He couldn’t wait for the summer to get there. “I don’t think they’ll be too strict. It’s just like a day or two right? I think since you’re brother’s going too then they know I’m not sneaking away with you,” he joked, but his mind immediately went to what it might be like to sneak away before he pushed the thought away. He had a girlfriend. He shouldn’t be thinking like that. “Oohhhh maybe I should go a Sub Zero.”

She nodded her head. “Yep. We can get two day passes and drive both days, but my dad might let us use his points for a free hotel room, maybe. We’ll have to work out all the details to see. Plus I don’t want Quinn to feel weird about that, so...yeah, definitely would have to get 2 hotel rooms, just so the parents and girlfriends don’t think we’re acting inappropriately.” She felt her cheeks get super warm. “Not that that is remotely a concern, but parents are weird about things like that.” A subject change was very much in order right now. “Oh that would be cool! All the pictures will be taken.”

“Yeah, my parents would definitely think that's weird. Not Quinn though, you don't have to worry about that. She knows we’re just friends,” he said as a reassurance, but he didn't add that Quinn didn't know he was attracted to Mercedes or that he would've asked her out if he hadn’t ended up with her first. He’d never cheat on her or anything, but Mercedes was hot. And Sam really liked her.

“Quinn never has to worry about things like that, she’s easily one of the top prettiest girls in school.” She smiled as Stacy showed her the picture she had finished. “That’s amazing! You’re going to be as good as your big brother if you keep that up.” She turned her attention back to Sam, amused at how much of a baby face he had. His parents made very attractive kids. “But Santana is the hottest, I’m under best friend contract to say that.” She chuckled.

“True, she’s beautiful, but she’s not the only beautiful girl at school,” Sam replied looking at her as she looked at his siblings. She really had no idea how beautiful she was, he thought. Her compliment to his sister really made the little girl happy, and he was grateful he'd called her over. “Santana's hot, but she's not really my type.”

“Santana is a lot to handle, but she’s a really nice person. I went through this phase where I wanted her to marry my brother when she got older so she would be my sister. I was a little kid, so don’t judge.” She smiled. “You have a type? Well, I mean it’s obviously Quinn. So that means you like smart, sophisticated, and beautiful girls. Which makes sense, I can totally see that.” She jumped slightly. “Oh, I forgot that I brought you something too!” She got up and headed over to her backpack. “Stevie and Stacy, has Sam been a good big brother today?”

Sam mouth bowed into a wide grin as she told him the story about wanting Santana to marry her brother, but when she asked if he had a type, she was talking so fast that she didn't give him a chance to respond. He couldn't really say that Quinn wasn't the only kind of girl that fit into that category. He just ended up nodding and biting back a sigh. Then she walked over to her bag again, saying she had a surprise for him, and he waited in his spot to see what she had.

“I guess so,” Stevie replied after tilting his head in thought at the question.

Stacy, on the other hand, was always Sam’s biggest cheerleader. She nodded emphatically. “Sammy’s the bestest big brother.”

Mercedes adored Sam, but she did not want to hear him wax poetic on all the ways Quinn was the epitome of perfection. She knew it was silly, but the only person she could deal with the whole I love my boyfriend/girlfriend stuff from was Tana, and she never did that anyway. She probably wouldn’t feel that way when she got her own boyfriend, but that was probably never going to happen before she graduated high school. She chuckled softly at Stevie’s response, shaking her head a little. Stacy’s response didn’t surprise her at all. “Well then, I suppose I can give him these since he’s the bestest.” She pulled out an Avengers comic book and handed it to him. “I hope you don’t have this one. I saw it and thought you’d like it.” She knew he wasn’t a fan of reading regular books, but he really liked comics.

He wasn’t sure what she was handing him until he could see the cover properly. He looked down at the colorfully drawn graphics before him, and he expression changed from amused to amazed and surprised. “Whoa...I didn’t get this one! Holy-” He cut himself off when he remembered his siblings were in the room. “-heck! You didn’t have to do that!” He reached out and pulled her into a tight hug, careful not to crush his new prized possession, then stepped back again.

“What is it?” Stevie asked as he hurried to his brother’s side. Stacy was right behind him, and he leaned down to show them.

Sam’s expression was so freaking adorable that she wished she had thought to take a picture of him. She was usually pretty good at picking out gifts for her friends, so she was very happy she had gotten Sam’s right. When he hugged her, Mercedes felt like the room had just jumped up a million degrees in temperature and she was super thankful that he stepped back so she could actually take a breath to get her senses in order. Why did she feel like couldn't breath when he got that close?

While the Evans kids were busy checking out the comic, she busied herself with connecting the Sega Genesis to the tv.

Eventually, Sam took the comic to his room to read later and headed back into the family room where Mercedes was hooking up her Sega. The twins had moved into the room and were now coloring at the coffee table. So he sat down on the floor closer to the tv and picked up a controller. “What are we playing today?”

“Only the classics of course,” she had brought all the Sonic games, ToeJam & Earl, Golden Axe, Street Fighter 2, and Lion King for the kids. “I figure I can kick your butt at Street Fighter for a bit.” She was a pro at trash talking over video games, she had learned that from Royce. She sat down next to him, but not too close.

Sam’s grin grew. He was impressed by her trash talking skills. She was seriously one of the fiercest gaming competitors he’d ever met. So he was ready to try his hardest to beat her in Street Fighter 2. “You’re on. I hope I don’t send you home crying.” He said before settling in to play.

#char: mj #para #para 002 #samcedes rp

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midlifelez · 7 years

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A CampWolfe Christmas Tale

AO3 is playing up, so I should take that as a sign here is the third chapter of my take on Christmas Day at Serena’s. I realise no one cares about this given what’s coming tonight and probably didn’t care in the first place, but typing feels good given my complete lack of productivity otherwise.

Serena sits at the head of the table, Bernie to her right and Jason to her left. Charlotte takes the seat next to her mother and smiles shyly at her as she unfolds the festive napkin on to her lap. Watching, Cam grins for the umpteenth time that day and sits next to Jason, thinking about reviving their discussion of the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver [lazy deus ex machina, says Cam; highly advanced technology isn’t lazy, says Jason] but diving in to the bowl of perfectly roasted potatoes instead. Eventually Elinor comes down and takes the remaining seat, scowling at Bernie’s hand on Serena’s until Bernie moves it away and Serena smiles a sorry. Let’s just get through lunch.

“So, Elinor, Mum says you’re studying French? Er, joyeux, um, Noël?” Cameron Dunn: still terrible at ice breakers, but still trying, bless him. Serena smiles and tries to catch her daughter’s eye. Play nice.

“Wow, languages weren’t your thing then,” Elinor quips, smiling to herself before realising that everyone at the table is looking at her, mouths slightly open. Except for Jason, who nods in agreement at his cousin’s perfectly fair assessment and eats another forkful of goose.

“Joking, obviously. Yes, I’m doing French. But I’m working on some film projects, that’s really my thing.” Elinor is still only pushing her food around the plate rather than eating it, but her enthusiasm on this topic relieves some of the tension around the table and Cam gamely asks more questions.

Bernie desperately wants to strike up a conversation with Charlotte, but between worrying she’ll ask the wrong thing (‘What’s your father doing today?’ wouldn’t be the best of starts, she realises) and fearing that her voice at the table might set Elinor off again, she ends up just looking at Charlotte between every mouthful, lips soundlessly half-formed around a word before creasing in to a smile.

“I take it you weren’t left in charge of the food, Mum,” Charlotte whispers, leaning forwards conspiratorially. Bernie can’t help but laugh, though it does, as she feared it would, silence the rest of the table. “No, I can claim almost no credit,” Bernie says, turning from Charlotte to Serena. “Serena is a wonderful cook. It’s washing up duties for me.” She and Serena smile at one another, their eyes locking.

A fraction too long for Elinor, who makes a vomiting sound and throws her cutlery onto her plate. “God, is this what it’s like around here now, Jason? How do you put up with it?” She’s trying to leave herself room to claim this, too, is a joke, but there’s a tightness in her mouth that ensures she sounds as cruel as she means to be.

Jason looks up from his plate nonplussed. “Bernie and Auntie Serena love each other,” he says, simply. “I don’t really have to put up with anything, except sometimes they cuddle on the sofa-“ Cam and Charlotte shift uncomfortably in their seats, taking a sudden and dramatic interest in the tablecloth, while Elinor shoots a furious look at the pair’s mother, who is – is she? She is! She’s smiling at Jason, a flush across her cheeks. God!

“You don’t have to explain anything, Jason,” Serena cuts in without taking her eyes off Elinor, who returns her glare with interest. “Elinor knows perfectly well what a relationship entails, and if she can’t cope with loving looks or a cuddle then perhaps she’s not quite so grown up as she thinks she is.” Neither mother nor daughter looks away, though Elinor winces a little at the slight. “Could you pass me the gravy, Charlotte? Shall I make more?”

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Serena insists that they all stay together in the living room in the afternoon, and though Elinor disappears again for a short while, she does eventually join them. There are going to be presents, after all. Mostly small tokens of affection, though Serena had asked the chap in Waterstones which books would be best for a budding filmmaker and she and Bernie had taken a long time over choosing from his recommendations. They’d decided to buy all of their presents together irrespective of how well each knew the other’s offspring, starting as they meant to go on. “I’m not sure I’m the best person to buy for my kids, for goodness’ sake,” Bernie had said as they’d trudged around town, Serena simply squeezing her arm in reply.

Cam’s present for Jason (Charlotte’s name is also on the tag, but it’s clear who did the shopping) is Doctor Who Monopoly, a game the six of them start about an hour before it’s just Cam, Bernie and Jason at the table. Elinor is first to drift away, complaining that everyone (Bernie) is too competitive; she slumps in front of the telly, flicking through the channels and picking lazily at a box of chocolates. Charlotte breaks next, complaining that everyone (Cam and Bernie) is ganging up on her. She goes and sits on the sofa, trying to make conversation with Elinor about Harry Potter (which, though she wants to sniff about it, Ellie has always loved and is slightly jealous of the Ravenclaw scarf her mother and, and, urgh and Bernie bought her as a little extra, even though they both know that Charlie will almost certainly never wear it).

Soon Serena decides it’s time for coffee.

“Irish?” Bernie whispers over her shoulder, having made an excuse to join Serena in the kitchen.

“Is it that obvious I need it?” Serena says, relaxing into Bernie’s arms as they meet around her middle.

“It’s OK,” Bernie says, in to the hair somewhere above Serena’s right ear. “It’s going to take her some time, we can’t say we weren’t prepared for that. Just because you think I’m better looking than her father…” The pair of them chuckle, enjoying being close again after staying carefully out of range since lunch.

“Don’t let me interrupt you,” Elinor spits, grabbing a glass from the counter and filling it at the tap. Bernie leaps away from Serena and busies herself with fetching milk from the fridge. “Ellie…” Serena says, drawing out the last syllable in to a plea. “Can’t you at least try to be happy for me?” She looks at Bernie, who is focusing very hard on her fringe. “For us?”

“Oh I’m ecstatic” - every consonant rattles angrily around Elinor’s mouth - “for you, mother.” Her lips form a smile that is a cast-iron secret from her eyes. “Doesn’t mean I want a front row seat.” Every stair thuds under her step before they hear a door slam shut upstairs.

“Maybe I should take Cam and Charlotte back to mine,” Bernie says, still thumbing the carton of milk, nervously.

“No, no, absolutely not. She’s behaving like a spoilt brat, and whatever else I got wrong, I raised her to know that that sort of behaviour gets you nowhere. Not with me, anyway,” Serena takes the milk and finishes the coffees. “Besides, I haven’t had my Christmas present from you, yet,” she says, lowering her voice.

“Oh, you think you’re getting one, do you?” Bernie teases.

“And a present,” says Serena, picking up the tray to leave Bernie thinking cold-shower thoughts in the kitchen.

#berena #berena fanfic #holby city

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