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I Found {Part 6}

*Loki x reader*

Part: 6/8

Words: 3.4k

Summary: Loki finds himself stranded in Underworld, a kingdom hidden deep inside a desolate planet. In order to survive, he puts himself in the service of the tyrant king, who promises to give Loki his freedom back if he fulfills one simple task. Loki is to set out and bring the mad king his newest toy: You.

~A dangerous forbidden love. Abduction. Slavery. Tortured conscience. A mad tyrant... Escape?~

Request: A song fic based on 'I found' by Amber Run, requested by @strawberrysandcream

A.N.: I'm currently writing the eighth and last part of this small series ☺️ for now, I hope you enjoy this part!

All Parts can be found on my Masterlist!

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It took the guards a good two hours to come knocking on Loki's door. He'd expected them sooner, but as he'd previously realized, they weren't the brightest nor the fastest in their work, so their delay really wasn't all that surprising.

With as neutral an expression as it could be, Loki opened up and stared at them wordlessly, in perfectly feigned indifference.

"The king has summoned you." The guard in the very front stated in a more or less official manner, gesturing for Loki to come along. With a sigh and a wave of his hand, Loki killed the last sparks gloaming in the fireplace and closed the door behind himself before following the small group of guards towards the throne hall.

And while his exterior remained stoic and calm, his mind couldn't help jumping from thought to thought. Either this string of events led towards the desired results of his schemings, or to the consequences of their reveal. He dearly hoped for the former, but mostly assumed the later, thus already drawing up a plan b, plan c, plan d… anything that would prevent both you and himself from finding a sudden end today.

As he strode into the hall with his ever so elegant sauntering, the king's eyes fixed on him immediately, and Loki had to push his drawing up of plans to the back of his mind for the moment.

"Loki, my friend!" The king called out to him, and somehow Loki got the impression that this way of greeting was a rather obvious tell of what was to come. A task the king wanted to see completed. The pieces had fallen into place.

"Your majesty…" Loki shot him his brightest smile and bowed ever so slightly. "You summoned me?"

"I did indeed. I have come to hear some very unpleasant things, very recently…" He started in his slightly too highly pitched voice that was just too awkward to be seriously intimidating. Loki shivered internally nonetheless, kept on smiling nonetheless, even as he spotted Agatha surfacing out of the shadows of the throne. Alright… this could be very good or very bad.

"Sorry to hear, your majesty… How may I be of humble assistance with those unpleasantries?" Loki asked smoothly, not allowing himself to look at Agatha for too long and instead focusing on the king once more.

"You see, the problem lies with the new toy your brought me. It's not… blossoming, as required."

Maybe that's because of the soil you planted her on… Or the fact that she's a girl and not a fucking plant... Loki thought, but bit his tongue as the king continued.

"Now, as of usual, I would simply have you replace the toy with another that wasn't as dysfunctional. But because I have specifically picked her out myself, because I have WAITED for this one forever, I am willing to go at a length to have her repaired. Even by unusual measures that aren't quite to my preference." The king's voice spoke of both boredom and sheer unwillingness to spend more effort on anything than completely necessary. That was something Loki had counted on, and sincerely hoped for as well. But he still kept his mouth shut and let the king elaborate.

"As all the usual forces have failed to teach her the necessities to be put into my service, I was forced to consider other means of instruction. And as I consulted my council and staff, I have heard of your trustworthiness and unyielding ability to solve any problem thrown at you more times than I cared to count. How fitting, I thought, to leave it to the god who brought her here to teach her to function. And thus it was decided… you will repair my toy, make up for your precessors' failures, and you will be richly rewarded." He clapped his hands loudly, suddenly, and Loki could barely keep himself from jumping. "You will have until she is due to be presented, in two days. Then I think we shall have a fiest. To celebrate the crowning toy in my collection and your placement as the head of my council, or to celebrate two beheadings, should you fail to instruct her or try to refuse. Either way, we shall have a glorious fiest!"

Now, Loki had difficulties not to start straight out smirking right at the king's puffy, red face. Piece upon piece had fallen into place… and his plan was coming along quite nicely, if he dared to admit so. Surely there still was a lot of work to do, but this certainly was the fundamental basis for everything else to come.

Yet, this conversation wasn't over, and there remained things expected of him, remained an act to be put on. "Your majesty, why would you pick me for the job? How come you take such a risk?" He asked, yet again with that deep and smooth voice that spoke of nothing but comfort and ease.

"What risk am I taking though? I do not expect you to keep your hands to yourself anymore, but to teach her to fuck, and to please. I'm sure you know how to do that fairly well, more so than my other… guests. With that silver tongue of yours, I'm certain you have lured hundreds into your chambers back in your own world!" The king's raspy laugh thundered through the hall, and in combination with his words it made Loki feel sick to the stomach while also burning with rage. If only he could stab him once and for all… even if only to stop him from speaking. But then the current head of council would fall into power and that wasn't the least bit better. Loki had met the man, and he was probably even worse than the king. Disgusting, cruel and generally despicable. But in order for that to chance, he had to bite back the bile in his throat and put on the most wretchedly painful smile.

"I'm certain I can be of assistance, your majesty… I shall see to her training upon your very command." He spoke calmly, every word like venom dripping off his lips, while the small bow felt more soul crushing than breaking every single bone in his body.

"See to it that she will be brought to your cavern before word of this… incident spreads among even more curious ears. You're dismissed." The king sighed, waving his hand for Loki to politely fuck off.

Loki didn't need to hear it spoken twice and turned around in an instant, heading straight back towards the doors, only to find Agatha waiting for him there with two guards by her side.

He didn't even question it anymore as he let Agatha walk ahead, taking the 'official' way towards the cavern of your keeping, while the guards walked behind him.

"I see you have made friends among the king's staff." Agatha spoke up as the group made their way through the tunnels, the tone of her voice just subtle enough in its shift for only Loki to notice. "I'm sure the many reports of your kindness back to the king weren't what you wanted… As it has brought you into this dim situation."

"It's alright." He replied simply. "There is a task at hand and I intend to see it done."

"A reasonable choice, seeing as the king will demand proof of your good work during the fiest of the presentation… And he won't leave you out of his sight before that." The old woman sighed absentmindedly.

"Is that so?" Loki asked calmly, rising an eyebrow at the darkness on front of him. "Very well…"

Yet, nothing was well, as this wasn't part of the plan, and Agatha must've known that. Maybe that's why she was telling him now… warning him now, of things to consider. Loki hadn't meant for you and him to stay here until the presentation… neither to actually play his part behind closed doors.

Agatha drew Loki's attention back to her when she stopped abruptly, almost causing him to trip over her as she turned around to one of the seemingly very young guards. "Say, dear boy, why are you two jollies bothering with us? Isn't there order to triple guards at the eastern palace gates, or any nonsense like that?"

The guard looked taken aback for a moment, before looking over to his shrugging colleague next to him. "Uh… There's order to double guards at every entry point to the palace… But the two of us were specifically assigned to see you two and a girl to the guest quarters." He finally replied, reluctantly and carefully, but not the least bit smarter than Loki had expected.

"Oh, very well then." Agatha shrugged with a careless smile and walked on down the tunnel, but not before giving Loki a very expressive look.

Great… this was messing up his plans. Loki rolled his eyes at the darkness, trying to draw up a new plan as he thought that maybe this was the only connection between him and the tyrant king. Both tried to go the way of least resistance, of least effort and most gain.

And maybe that was exactly what made Loki somewhat predictable to him. He would have to keep that in mind for his following actions… as of now, his intricate plan to get you out of your cavern was working, at least.

Minutes later they arrived at the door, it was unlocked and Agatha went in to fetch you while the guards couldn't help but stare at the other girls greedily. Loki rolled his eyes… were all men down here primitive like that? Or just the ones in the palace?

The moment you came into sight, scared deeply but with that indifferent facade plastered onto your face again, Loki gave you a warning glare just before you could open your mouth. A second later your eyes fell upon the drooling guards, and a brief glimmer of understanding flashed through your gaze.

"Y/n, dear, remember Loki?" Agatha smiled at you almost in amusement, while you wouldn't stop staring at Loki. He stared back just the same, while Agatha spoke on. "He will see to your training from now on, until you're turned over to the king."

Your brows furrowed for a moment, and Loki's heart sank… he could imagine what you must be thinking. That he betrayed you, used you to get to this point… all those horrible things people always assumed of him. But he would get to explain soon enough.

Again, they took the official way to Loki's quarters, which was way longer than the dark path with the secret opening in the wall he had previously known. Only upon their arrival did the two guards excuse themselves to return to their posts, leaving Agatha, Loki and you standing in front of his door.

"I needed to stretch my definition of 'failing' quite a bit, you know…" Agatha was the first to speak up (how could it have been any different). "You could really have tried harder, Y/n."

Loki almost snorted, but bit his tongue in the last moment so only a small jerking of his upper body became visible. Agatha smiled, while you looked very much puzzled.

"I believe the shadows still do have ears, my dearest Agatha." Loki replied easily, quietly, but with an innocent smile. "And eyes that luckily cannot gaze through closed doors."

"Maybe ears that can gaze through closed doors nonetheless?" The old woman chuckled softly, then turned to you once more. "Don't worry, dear… I'm more than certain that Loki will keep you safe." With that she turned around and walked back to where the guards had vanished as well.

Without wasting any more time, Loki opened the door and led you into the dark cavern that lay behind it, closing and locking it behind you once more. Just to be sure, he sealed it with a muting curse to make sure nobody would come snooping.

In the blackness of the room, without anything to distract Loki's eyes, your shivery breathing stood out even more, as did the faint clattering of your teeth. With one swift move, Loki lit up a fire and the two torches on the walls.

You simply stood in the middle of the room, motionless, holding the cape tightly wrapped around yourself as you had before, while shivering ever so slightly.

"Are you alright?" Loki finally asked, concern lacing his voice as he finally allowed his facade to drop. You were safe with him, but he also felt safe with you. And while he didn't dare coming too close to you, to not scare you any more than necessary, he remained standing in front of you at an appropriate distance.

"I'm not entirely sure." You replied reluctantly. "Did I die and this is some kind of dream? Are you… real?"

The small smile that formed on Loki's lips was probably the most sincere reaction he'd shown in a long time. "Very real indeed. You're safe here, for now. And you're safe with me."

And as reluctant as your words had been, you took a step closer to Loki (much to his surprise) and ever so slowly placed a hand on his upper arm, gentle fingers tracing the patterns on his sleeve. Despite his many layers of clothes, the subtle touch sent a pleasant shiver through his body and made his skin tingle rather comfortably… a heavenly feeling, gifted to him in this hell by the savior that was you.

"You're real..." You breathed, eyes brightening up as you finally looked at his face. "I can touch you."

Something within him squeezed together, then his heart started beating inevitably faster, hammering against his ribcage at an impossible pace. Yes, he definitely had fallen in love with you, madly, impossibly, dangerously. But you didn't need to know that.

"Loki… can I hug you? Please?" You asked all of a sudden, calmly and easily and Loki could only nod, for his throat had completely closed up with wicked emotions he couldn't behind to work through. And so you did, cape slipping from your shoulders to pool at your feet as you stood on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around his neck like it was the most natural thing to do. Loki on the other side needed a few seconds to let his own arms circle around your waist reluctantly, barely even touching you.

"You can hug me back, you know… if you want to, I mean." You said quietly, lips almost brushing against the delicate skin of his neck. "I'm not scared of you, Loki… It's okay."

Carefully, he tightened his grip on you more and more, letting your faint warmth wash over him like a comforting blanket. After a moment, leaning down got rather uncomfortable and thus he simply went ahead to lift you off the ground, holding you pressed against himself tightly as he sat down on the edge of the bed, for it was the only place to sit at all.

"That's better, isn't it?" You smiled into his neck as you shifted to curl into him more comfortably, and once again Loki could only nod in return. Emotions were a mess, and actually allowing them to consume him was more difficult than any battle he'd fought, and probably more dangerous as well.

But after a moment of struggle, he finally found his voice again. "So you didn't once think that I could have had the wrong intentions in coming to visit you every night? That I might actually WANT to ravish you?"

And against everything Loki had assumed, you let out a small snort, then a soft chuckle as you still clung onto him tightly. "Alone the fact that you use words like 'ravish' tells me that you definitely didn't plot anything of the bad type."

"Good… I'm glad you know that." He said quietly, and hugged you the tiniest bit closer even.

"And besides that, I trust you. I don't really know why, but I do." You added in the same quiet, eyelashes brushing against the side of his neck ever so softly as you blinked, giving gentle, unintentional butterfly kisses to his sensitive skin. Loki's breathing hitched, and he cursed his body for showing signs of his affection, for betraying him.

"Thank you." He finally managed to say, staring first at the fireplace opposite to him, then at the flames' glowing shadows dancing across the mostly naked skin of your back and shoulders. He couldn't see much of you, all pressed against his own frame as you were, but what he saw was so utterly delightful that he closed his eyes to force his breathing to even out. Then, when he moved to pull back a little and loosened his grip on you, you were more than quick to keep him from doing so.

"Don't…" You said quietly, hiding your face in his neck as you held onto him tightly as if your life depended on it. "Please."

Again, his heart stopped and only continued beating after what felt like a silent eternity. "Alright… I won't let go." He replied in an equally quiet voice, calm and comforting, and for the longest time the only sounds to be heard were your quiet breathing and the soothing crackling of the fire.

Eventually your grip on him loosened up, the rising and falling of your chest and shoulders slowed down, and Loki knew you'd succumbed to exhaustion. It was impossibly late, after all… and now that he had (happily) served as a living heat source, it surely must've taken you a lot to not fall asleep any sooner. He enjoyed the feeling of having you in his arms… What moved him deeply though was the trust you obviously put into him. Sure, you'd said you trusted him, but Loki knew very well that words weren't always a reflection of the truth. Falling asleep in his arms however was very much a declaration of sincere trust, and he felt that shake him to the very core. In a good way.

Your trust was maybe the greatest gift, and the greatest responsibility he had ever earned himself (in which way, he still didn't know), and he would make sure that he would prove himself worthy of it. The thought made him roll his eyes at himself… worthiness wasn't as much his thing as it was Odin's or Thor's, but he felt that the term was fitting for once.

And as much as he would have LOVED to keep holding you right then, to just hide under the thick furs and away from the real world together, he knew that it might give off the wrong impression if he just got into bed together with you know. Thus he lifted you up again, carefully, tugged you in as good as he could manage, then made sure that you would be warm enough and finally he sat down on the ground in front of the fireplace. It might get a little cold without the fur covers, but he was a frost giant after all… he'd be fine.

For a while he ignored the physical world and retracted into his mind to come up with a new plan for how to get out of the palace and to the surface… only then the thought hit him that you might not even want to come with him. Sure, you'd run from the palace together, but would you want to stay in Underworld after that? No matter how much he would ponder over the question, it was of no use and he would have to ask you at some point. So he didn't let his mind get too far ahead and merely focused on a way to escape the palace for now. Yet… that proved to be difficult without also considering a possibility to get to the surface afterwards, and thus he found himself being drawn deeper and deeper into a direction he had never meant to go into. But it seemed inevitable now, and maybe it had been inevitable from the beginning, but not the least bit easier… Loki and you would start a revolution.

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The Joker x Reader -”On Cloud Nine”

The Clown Prince of Crime died protecting his girlfriend and now The Afterlife Assessment Bureau doesn’t know what to do with him: although J’s actions didn’t change the outcome, it scored major points in his chart and they have to recalculate the final score. Until that happens, The Joker was allowed to wait on the Lower Clouds right below The Higher Clouds where the woman he tried to save is spending eternity.

“Hey lady!” you hear as you watch the beautiful blue skies from your fluffy cloud. ”Hey!”

Y/N looks towards the source of the noise only to notice this strange man with green locks waving at her from the cloud below.

“Yes?”

“Where are we?” the guy asks, having a hard time processing what’s happening to him.

The two don’t recognize each other: once you’re dead, you’ll have no memory of your past; they definitely don’t recall being together while they were alive.

“Not sure, but it’s beautiful,” you sigh and he huffs, annoyed.

“Ugh, it’s boring. Nothing to do besides sitting down and analyze… whatever the hell this is!” J flares his arms around as a voice coming from everywhere echoes in the stillness:

“Please mind your language, sir!”

“Who said that?!” The Joker tries to find the person that just admonished him and there’s no other soul besides the woman he’s having a conversation with.

“I don’t know,” you lift your shoulder up, intrigued. “Kind of weird,” you dangle your feet above the abyss, totally unconcerned about the invisible presence. “What is that?” you point at the sketchbook he’s holding.

“My drawings,” The King of Gotham sulks, restarting to doodle on the almost blank page.

“Can I see?” you curiously inquire.

J bites the pencil and frees his hands, then shows you his current masterpiece.

“Could you hold it higher?” you squint your eyes. “Higher!!”

The expression on your face demonstrates you can’t perceive too much.

“Why don’t you come over?” the man proposes and your stalling makes him snicker: “Don’t worry, I’ll catch you.”

“Hmmm…” you debate on the offer not because you’re afraid of a little jump but because you’re uncertain it’s worth the trouble.

“C’mon!” The Joker wants to get up and help yet Y/N is already hopping down on his cloud: she’s always been independent, one of the qualities he secretly liked about her before they both unexpectedly kicked the bucket. “Nice landing!” J chuckles as you take a sit by him, the artist reprising his work. “What do you think?” he proudly boasts.

You glimpse at the clumsy lines depicting an apparent landscape filled with pumpkins and can’t hold in a smile.

“I think there’s a lot of potential hidden behind the primitive naivety of this little gem,” you give him your honest judgement and J scoffs, intrigued.

“Primitive?!”

“I like your style,” you sweetly reply since you realize you shouldn’t have blurred out the comment; he might be offended by your genuine critique. “The pumpkins are super cute,” you add in order to divert his attention.

“I like pumpkins,” The Joker growls. 

“Me too,” you continue. “That would be an adorable nickname for someone, don’t you think?”

“I suppose,” he shakes his head and mentions: “Why are you staring at me? Do I have something in my teeth?”

“They’re silver,” you bring your face closer to his, puzzled to discern the detail.

“Are they?!” The King touches his mouth, appalled.

“Yes, but it suits you,” the sincere tone calms down his frantic movement.

“Am I ugly?!” his ego emerges even beyond the grave and Y/N has the perfect answer:

“No, you’re handsome in a sort of eerie way.”

J frowns, suspicious.

“So I look creepy?!”

“You don’t look creepy to me,” you candidly emphasize. “In my humble opinion, you’re attractive.”

He straightens his back, pleased at the statement and your rosy cheeks give him a boost of confidence.

“Are you going to ...e-hem…” you cough, flustered at the stupid confession, “…draw another pumpkin over here?” your finger taps on the corner of the paper.

“Might as well,” J agrees and you have no clue that what he’s doing is basically thanks to you.

God knows how much you encouraged his practically nonexistent skills just to keep him away from problems he created for himself and others! You were actually his number one fan and to be honest his only fan: as long as The Clown Prince of Crime was immersed in his unique hobby, it meant Gotham and its citizens were safe.

The Penthouse was filled with The Joker’s phenomenal paintings and sketches, extravagantly framed by yours truly to overcompensate the lack of substantial talent.

“Ma’am, please return to your cloud!” the voice you heard earlier resonates all around once more.

“Why?” you glare left and right, annoyed you can’t see anybody.

“You belong on The Higher Clouds,” the elusive response doesn’t enlighten the mystery. “Hold on, we’re sending our representative over!”

After a few seconds Y/N and the former King distinguish an individual dressed in a black suit carefully jumping from cloud to cloud, steadily approaching his objective.

“Apologies for the delay,” he addresses the stunned couple once in The Joker’s space. “Sir, we had to compile a lot of paperwork for you,” the guy flips pages of a thick file, annoyed. “After adding, subtracting, multiplying and dividing your points, turned out your final score is still a negative number.”

“Huh?!” J puckers his lips, confused.

“It seems you were a very bad person, sir; did a lot of despicable things and dying while protecting the girl you loved doesn’t mean diddly squat in the end!”

“Awww,” you gush at the revelation. “That’s so romantic,” you whisper and the man bends over, completely overwhelmed:

“Ma’am, allow me the honor of shaking your hand,” the agent grabs your fingers, softly squeezing them. “You are a true legend and we are forever indebted to your greatness: you put up with him and saved numerous lives also,” he gestures towards The Joker and you gasp, finally understanding the bigger picture.

“He died…for me?!”

“I died for her?!” the awkward pair asks in the same time.

“Yeah, no big deal. You were killed anyway and I’m so, so sorry for that,” the emissary extends his regrets to the woman he admires, entirely disregarding The Joker’s sacrifice.

“No big deal??!!” the latest shouts. “Dying for someone is no big deal?! How the fuck am I still in the negative?!!”

“Language!!!!!!” the omnipresent voice surfaces again.

“WHO.IS.THAT?!” Y/N gets vexed at the multiple invisible interruptions.

“Steve Rogers,” the representative notifies. “He’s in charge of The Profanity Control Department.”

“Who?!” J crinkles his nose, fed up with the messy situation.

“It’s not important,” the agent cuts him off. “What’s important sir is that you can’t be here; we have to move you.”

“Move me?! Where?”

“Yes, where are you taking him?” you quiz the black suited guardian.

“Far away, unless…”

“Unless what?” J crabbily interrogates.  

“Unless someone is willing to transfer their points to you, sir. It hasn’t been done in centuries though; lots of bureaucracy involved and frankly, if I may: why would anybody donate their hard earned credits to you??!!”

The Clown is scandalized at the brutal affirmation while Y/N has a magnificent idea:

“How many points do I have?”

“Mmmmm…,” the man flips more pages and finds the information: “Ten gazillions.”

“How many does he need?”

“Three gazillions.”

“Oh,” you cheerfully clap your hands. “I have plenty so I’ll donate my credits to him.”

“Nah, you don’t want to do that,” the man shrieks, already unhappy with the perspective of putting in overtime for this project. “We’re out of clouds; we’ll have to make more and that takes forever.”

“There are plenty of empty clouds around!” The Joker barks.

“Not empty. They are inhabited by others but you can’t see them: you can only see the people you are connected with, true love type of deal,” the emissary indifferently blurs out.

“So…that’s why I can only see him and he can only see me?!” Y/N’s burning, red face matches J’s stellar entitled smirk after the astonishing revelation.

“Precisely,” the flat tone prompts The King’s logical question:

“Then why can’t I stay on this cloud?”  

“The Lower Clouds are similar to a waiting room; we can’t have them occupied for long periods of time.”

“I’ll share my cloud with him!” you firmly suggest as the emissary is panicking:

“That means more paperwork!! We usually don’t have two residents spending eternity on the same cloud.”

“Make it happen!” J commands. “The lady wants to give me her points and share her cloud. You can’t say no, you said it yourself: she’s a legend!” he preys on the guy’s hesitation.

“I would really appreciate your help,” your disarming smile gives the guardian a nudge in the proper direction.

“Of…of course ma’am,” he stutters because how can one say no to a legend?!

And you surely count on it.

“I have to stipulate a reason for all this, what should I write on the formulary? In a simple sentence, it needs to be specific and concise: why are you gifting him credits and share your personal area?”

Your brain slots are hollow yet there’s one motive:

“I like his drawings.”

The impeccable suit ogles J’s silly scribbling, muttering under his breath:

“Another Picasso…” then louder:

“I’ll do the paperwork; for now, please vacate the premises and go on the Upper Cloud; we have new arrivals that require the Lower Clouds,” he exhales and starts leaping away, leaving you and The Joker behind.

Your cloud descends so you both can step on it and then floats higher in the air again.

Y/N gazes at the stranger in silence, until he breaks the shell:

“Thank you for your generosity, Miss…” J sniffles, realizing an important detail is absent from the whole dialogue. “What’s your name?”

“…I don’t know…” you regretfully answer. “I can’t remember…”

The Joker scratches his chin with a brilliant solution on the horizon:

“You said Pumpkin would be an adorable moniker for someone. Do you mind if I call you Pumpkin?”

“No, not at all,” you gladly accept his proposition. “And you’re welcome, I had so many credits, might as well use them. I have to thank you too for dying for me, Mister… What’s your name?”

“Bits me; I can’t recollect.”

Y/N pouts, upset she doesn’t have a name when a genius recommendation escapes her lips:

“You know… you have this small “J” letter tattoo under your left eye…” you gently poke it and he feels a sudden warmth taking over his body. “Is it ok if I call you J?”

“U-hum,” the hypnotized King gazes at the woman in front of him. “So I have tattoos on my face?”

“Yes, a few: a tiny star and a big one on your forehead that spells ‘Damaged’. And playing cards on your neck…” you describe his ink, mesmerized.

“Do they make me look horrible?”

“You don’t look horrible to me,” you praise and J inflates his chest at the declaration; oh boy, you definitely have a way with words.

“Thank you Pumpkin,” the flirtatious Clown winks and you play with the hem of your shirt, about to burst out with delight. 

“You’re welcome… J.”

“Oh my God!” The Joker snaps out of it since the artist in him is begging for attention:  “The sunset’s gorgeous! I have to sketch this!”

He sits down on the cloud and you scoot over until your thighs touch, interested in his new project.

“Your cloud is a better quality than the one I was on,” he bounces on the white, velvety texture. “It will certainly improve my technique!”

“Absolutely!” you enthusiastically exclaim, determined to assist no matter what.

Heaven knows your new friend J evidently requires steady guidance regarding his hobby: he’s no Picasso yet, but with a legend’s help he might eventually get there.  

Also read: MASTERLIST

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[i-like-cookiez]

Miraculous Gaydybug

Shrunken!Nathaniel x Marc

Miraculous Ladybug g/t...yes. Especially with my gay boys...🥰

Story takes place a day or two after the events of Reverser.

Marc practically threw his front door open. Resizer, the newest akumatized villain's attack had only just begun, and he was already shielding his shrunken classmate from the world in his red hoodie pocket.

Nathaniel had been hit by one of her blasters, shrinking him down. Marc remembered the way Nath had frozen up as he got smaller, eyes growing wider as he watched his classmates begin to loom over him. The way he seemed to look at everyone in a silent, desperate plea for help. After realizing Nathaniel was frozen in shock and fear, Marc has rushed out and scooped the boy up, depositing him into the relative safety of his hoodie pocket. Ladybug ordered Marc to keep him safe while her and Chat Noir dealt with the akuma, and he promised he would.

His fingerless gloved hands were loosely cocooned over the tiny scarlet redheaded boy's body. He could just barely feel the trembling against his hands. Nathaniel was terrified, and rightfully so. First, they'd all watched as Chat was grown to probably half the size of the Eiffel Tower, and then Nathaniel had to feel and see himself grow smaller and smaller. Marc could only imagine the fear he was feeling.

The two boys had been distant past few days, ever since a misunderstanding between them and Marinette has caused Marc to be akumatized, Marc had been confiding in Marinette after his akumatization, worrying that Nathaniel hated him, sure they did that comic book together, but who’s to say that the artist had really been sincere? Marinette had told him that he's probably reading it wrong, and maybe Nathaniel feels guilty, but Marc was sure of his former assumption.

He went up to his bedroom and surveyed his somewhat messy room, ripped and crumpled up pieces of paper from scrapped story ideas he'd written lying all over the floor and his desk. With one swipe of his free arm, he pushed the papers from the desk onto the floor, he could pick them up later. Then, ever so gently, he wrapped his other hand around Nathaniel in a firm but careful manner. He was met with small squeaks of protest, and a lot of struggling, but Marc's hand easily overpowered the shrunken teen. As soon as Nathaniel was removed from the pocket, he went still and silent, eyes screwed shut, refusing to look at the giant boy that had his life in his palm. Marc stared down at him, getting a clear look at him for the first time, in utter awe.

He's so small... Marc thought. So fragile and helpless. Mylène must feel like that because of Chloé, and now her akuma is making it so she can pass that feeling onto others... Nathaniel made a small noise, something between a whimper and a squeak, and Marc's heart almost burst with pity. He gingerly set Nathaniel down on the desk, and crouched down. He noticed that Nathaniel had his eyes squeezed closed, and sighed. Maybe if he gave the little guy some time alone, he'd feel a little better.

"Stay here, alright? I-I'll be right back." Marc said in a hushed voice, trying not to stutter. His pity for his classmate only grew when he saw him flinch at his words. Marc slowly stood up and exited the room quietly. The small boy's terrified form made eyes well up with tears. Nathaniel never truly meant any harm, he'd just been conflicted, always insecure about people humiliating him for his drawings - again, Chloé's fault... - He didn't deserve to feel so vulnerable and powerless. The raven haired boy ambled into the kitchen, getting an idea. He still had some apology macaroons left over from Marinette, he'd tried to refuse them because in the end, neither boy blamed her, but she insisted, and so Marc and Nathaniel had both taken home a box of macaroons.

Marc came back upstairs with a small plate of macaroons. He knocked softly on the doorframe to his room and walked in carefully.

"H-Hey, uh...I brought up some m-macaroons if you're, uh, hungry..." He set the plate down on the bed, and trailed off when he realized he couldn't see Nathaniel on his desk anywhere. "Oh no..." He whispered to himself.

"Um, Nath...? N-Nathaniel?" Marc called out softly, taking a few steps forward. He looked to the ground and froze in his tracks. He could be on the ground! I could've just... Marc shooed off those thoughts, and slipped off his boots, tossing them to the other side of the room, that way he wouldn't accidentally crush his classmate. Marc crouched at the desk again, and listened.

"Nath...please, come out. I-I don't want to hurt you." He said slowly and quietly. No reply. Marc was about to check the floor, when he heard some sniffling from behind his mug of pencils. Marc was about to move the mug away, when he froze.

"N-No! Stop!" A sudden voice cried out. It had been a yell, but it was barely even loud as Nathaniel was so small. Marc retracted his hand, but didn't move away.

"Okay! Okay! I-I'm not gonna move the cup!" Marc promised, "but I'll only keep that promise if you'll talk to me." He coaxed. There was silence for a second, until:

"F-Fine."

Marc managed a small smile. He looked at the cup where Nathaniel was hiding behind. He took a breath and started talking.

"So...How are you holding up, Nath?" He asked in a calm, low tone. Another few seconds of silence.

"E-Everything is huge a-and scary...T-The people, the places, the o-objects...You." Marc physically recoiled. He was scary?

"M-Me? Why...Why am I scary? It's me, Marc! The boy who literally couldn't hurt a fly!" He said in a hushed but raised voice, "you know me, Nathaniel. I'm not scary."

"Y-You're lying..." The tiny boy whimpered, "you j-just want me to feel safe so I'll c-come out, a-and then you'll take your r-r-revenge..." Marc was confused.

"Revenge? Nath, why on earth would I want 'revenge' against you?!" Marc has to stop himself from shouting in disbelief.

"B-Because I'm why you became R-Reverser..."

Oh... Marc thought, everything clicked in his brain and it all made sense. Nathaniel's awkwardness, why he's hiding now, why they haven't been speaking.

He blames himself.

"I-I insulted you...I ripped your notebook - you w-watched me do it! - and I didn't even g-give you a chance to explain yourself..."

"You must hate me."

"No...No Nath, wait-" Marc wanted to reassure his classmate that he didn't hate him. Without thinking, he moved the cup aside, revealing the wide eyed tiny staring back.

"N-No...please stay back...!" Nathaniel squeaked out quietly, scurrying backwards. Marc was slowly inching his hands closer.

"Nath, please...d-don't run. Just let me explain, you don't have to be afraid." Marc looked last Nathaniel and saw that he was running out of room to go back. "Nathaniel, wait!" He said suddenly.

"No! N-No!" Nath's body was in a trembling frenzy. Marc reached out suddenly and Nathaniel jumped back in terror.

"I-I won't let you t-take me-!" Nathaniel was cut off as he backed right off the desk. Marc was quick to act.

"Watch out!" He exclaimed, cupping his hands under his classmate. He felt the small weight of Nathaniel collide into his palms. Marc inhaled sharply as it happened. He watched as Nathaniel sat up slowly and became aware of where he was.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, are you okay?! Are you hurt?!" Marc began to panic, he gingerly brushed a finger over Nathaniel's limbs to check for any injury.

"I'm...fine?" Nathaniel replied slowly and hesitantly, "are...are you n-not-?"

"Not mad? Of course not." Marc lifted Nathaniel up to eye level, "that wasn't your fault. It was just a misunderstanding. You'd been manipulated and bullied before for your art, and I get it, I have too. And you should know that even though we haven't been talking, I-I had been hoping we would be again, e-eventually. Anyway! I don't blame you for anything, and there's no 'revenge' I want on you. All I want for you is for you to feel safe with me, u-until Ladybug and Chat Noir fix...this." Marc said, using a single finger to move some hair out of Nathaniel's eyes. Nathaniel grabbed onto the finger softly and touched it, feeling the enlarged grooves of skin. Still clutching it, he nervously looked up, tiny turquoise eyes staring up at Marc's giant green ones.

"Th-Thank you." Nathaniel stuttered out. Then he gave his best attempt at a friendly smile while trying to push down his fear. Marc's cheeks went a light shade of pink and he smiled back. His brain was thinking just one thing.

Shoot, that was really cute...how is he so cute?

"U-Um...you're welcome." Marc stammered, cheeks shading into a deeper pink. He walked slowly over to his bed and sat down next to his plate of macaroons. He put his hands onto the bed and let Nathaniel stumble off onto the plushy surface.

"So...are you hungry, or..?" Marc trailed off awkwardly, breaking off a piece of the macaroons and extending it towards Nathaniel. The tiny boy eagerly grabbed it and took a bite. His eyes lit up.

"More of Mari's macaroons! I ran out the same day she gave them to us! They taste so good..." He said in a fake hypnotized voice. Marc smiles fondly at his small friend. Nathaniel looked up from his sweet treat, and saw Marc's face. Now Nathaniel was going his own shade of red.

Marc's kinda cute when you talk to him for a little bit...he's also a pretty good writer, we should make a comic together... Nathaniel thought, then realized what exactly he'd just thought. Both boys ate their macaroons in comfortable silence, each occasionally sneaking a glance at the other and smiling cheekily.

Both of them have it baaaaad...

Good lord I love them so much if you want more of these two in size antics let me knowwww!

#miraculous ladybug #marc anciel #nathaniel kurtzberg #nathaniel x marc #marthaniel #tiny!nathaniel #shrunken!nathaniel #giant/tiny #gt #giant #tiny #shrunk #shrinking #g/t #g/t fluff #g/t angst #gt fluff #gt angst

[luxusnoname]

Studies of the Heart (Even x Braig)

Summary: Even had never been in love before. Maybe there was some irony in the fact that one who was researching the heart hadn't experienced one of its most powerful emotions. That is, until Braig showed up. The first fic in a collection of drabbles ranging from pre-BBS to post-KH3.

Characters/Pairings: Even/Braig, mentions of the other Apprentices

Rating: T (for like one swear word)

Word Count: 2.3k

Author’s Note: *slides onto home plate at the last second* It’s only 11pm in my time zone so t e c h n i c a l l y still Xigvex day! Not that anyone else really ships these two, but I’m hoping to change that eventually. This is set in an AU of sorts that disregards the revelations in KH3′s epilogue, and this particular bit takes place before BBS so no spoilers here! Enjoy ^^

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Studies of the Heart

When Even walked into the lab in the morning, there were a great many things he expected to find.

He expected the comforting hum of machinery that served as the background noise to his research. He expected an organized stack of notes atop his workspace, exactly where he left them the night before. He expected the coffee pot to have a fresh brew ready and waiting for him.

The one thing he didn't expect was a certain marksman waiting to prank him, standing upside down in the air and paying no mind whatsoever to the laws of gravity. It shouldn't have come as a surprise really, since the man wasn't the sort to obey rules. Nor was he the sort of man to think things like this through. This last piece is especially important, because he wasn't expecting his victim to be preoccupied with reading a textbook that morning as he entered the lab.

So, it came as a great shock to both men when Even turned the corner and, not two steps into the room, collided with the unexpected obstacle that was Braig's dense skull.

Even flailed and dropped his book, the tome hitting the floor with a dull thud. However, it was not quite as spectacular as the thud made by Braig, who had lost concentration and dropped to the ground like a particularly bothersome sack of potatoes. Said potato sack was grumbling curses under his breath as he clutched his newfound bloody nose.

Even was faring no better, a hiss of pain accompanying his usual shrill tone as he massaged his forehead. "What on earth were you doing there?"

Braig gave a halfhearted chuckle from his position on the ground, voice muffled beneath his glove. "Well, was tryin' to spook ya but obviously that didn't work out."

"Don't you have duties you should be performing elsewhere?"

"As if. ‘Sides, who's to say my first duty of the day wasn't to test your alertness?"

Even narrowed his eyes at the man who was still laying on the ground - it was really quite a pathetic scene. "I highly doubt that." And with that, he picked up his book and stepped over Braig.

"C'mon, I don't even get a hand up?" He stretched his arm out toward the scientist but dropped it with a sigh when it was pointedly ignored.

Instead, Even began digging through his supply cabinet and mumbling to himself. Honestly, what a child. Able to wield space and gravity magic and he uses it to prank people. Surely that power could be put to much better use. And his bitterness over this was not in any way related to him being Braig's primary target, thank you very much.

But as much as he liked to complain, the pranks were never actively harmful. He suspected they were the man’s way of socializing in some twisted sense. At any rate, Even had grown accustomed to his presence over the years and his grumbling was really done out of habit than any actual contempt for the man. Braig was a fool, but he was an apprentice to Lord Ansem the same as the rest of them, so he was their fool.

“Got any gauze in there?”

Even startled as the sharpshooter warped next to him, causing him to nearly knock over a stack of glassware. “Heavens Braig, would you give me a moment? That’s what I’m looking for.”

“Anticipating my needs? My hero.” He brought the back of his free hand up to his forehead as if he were a damsel in distress, but his shit-eating grin was far from innocent.

Even didn’t grace this with a response. Instead, when he found the gauze, he shoved it into Braig’s hand and stalked back toward his workspace.

He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down to review his notes from the previous day, elbow propped up on the desk and fist under his chin. One particular subject had responded to the stimuli while another had not, and careful testing was necessary to determine if it any external variables had snuck their way into the experiment. He absently chewed the tip of his pen.

As he pondered the matter, the surface beneath him shifted with a groan and he nearly faceplanted as his elbow slipped. Looking up, he saw that Braig had hoisted himself up onto the desk, nursing his own cup of coffee.

Pray though he might that the interruptions would end there, he knew he couldn’t be so lucky.

“So, Lord Ansem did actually send me to check up on you this morning, believe it or not. Something about some science mumbo jumbo you’re working on?”

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes returning to his notes. “Yes, that is what we do around here, for lack of better words I suppose.”

Braig waved his hand. “Eh, you know I don’t care for the finer details. He just wants a brief report written up so I can deliver it to him asap. He’ll be joining you this evening.”

“And I suppose you’re going to wait here while I compose it?”

“Of course. But don’t you worry about me,” he said with a glint in his eye as he jumped down. “I can find some way to entertain myself in the meantime.”

“Yes, and that’s exactly what I was afraid of,” Even grumbled as he pulled a fresh sheet of paper out of a supply drawer to transcribe his notes onto.

Just as he was about to shut the drawer, he caught his reflection in a small mirror. His attention was immediately drawn to his forehead, which now bore a small but slowly growing reddish mark. Curses. No doubt he’d be sporting a lovely bruise for a week or more thanks to his companion.

As if on cue, there was a crash of metal on tile from deeper in the lab and the marksman threw his hands up in a gesture that was supposed to imply innocence. Even didn’t buy it. But at least Braig had the good sense to look sheepish about it.

~~~

Contrary to popular belief, Even did make it out of the lab on occasion, rare though it might be. His walks usually took him to the fountains in the courtyard. They were a sight to behold and one of the many wonders of Radiant Garden. If he ever hit a stumbling block in his research, spending time pondering there usually managed to provide some solution or new angle to look at a problem from.

Today happened to be one of those frustrating days, and the weather was pleasant enough for a stroll. So he found himself at the fountain, mulling over various disproven hypothesis and how they could be improved. He was on the verge of a breakthrough when a foreign object was thrust in front of his face. A bar of sea salt ice cream, to be exact.

He turned to the owner and of course it was none other than Braig, who shook it playfully in his face. “Apology ice cream?”

“Apology? What for?”

“For this morning.”

Ah, of course. Even eyed the proffered gift warily. The treat itself didn’t pose any threat, but a genuine gesture from Braig was rare, so forgive him for being skeptical.

Gloved hand wiggled the bar yet again. “C’mon, I know you aren’t just eating them for the kid’s benefit.”

A rare smile graced Even’s features at the mention of Ienzo, Lord Ansem’s brilliant young protégé. Once he deemed it safe, he accepted the ice cream with a small nod and sat on the nearby bench. Braig followed suit, wasting no time in eating his. And proceeding to talk with a mouthful, as expected.

“Speaking of Ienzo, I don’t know what you and Ansem have done to that kid, but he has absolutely no concept of fun,” Braig said as he jabbed his ice cream in an accusatory fashion. “I asked him if he’d wanna try sniping an apple that was dangling in a tree just above Dilan and y’know what he said?”

“He said no,” Even deadpanned.

“He said no! Can you imagine? Passing up an opportunity like that?”

Even took a bite of his ice cream as he mulled over his response. “I don’t know Braig, can I imagine being a mature individual with a healthy respect for my peers? It is rather difficult.”

Braig grinned and raised an eyebrow. “Was that sarcasm? And here this whole time I thought you were just a stick in the mud, Ev.”

He opened his mouth to respond but the words died on his lips. Ev. In all the years that Braig had been at the castle, he had never called him that before. And Even wasn’t quite sure how to feel about it. On one hand, it was infuriatingly informal. But on the other, it suggested that the man thought highly enough of him to consider him a friend. Maybe it even held a degree of affection.

Not that it mattered to him, of course. He just wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Speechless? Man, I really did give you a good knock on the noggin, didn’t I?”

Before Even could process what was happening, Braig brought a hand up to his forehead, thumb gently swiping over the blossoming bruise. He studied it for a moment before his dark eyes met Even’s, his expression unreadable but unusually sincere. Had he ever truly looked at the man’s eyes like this before, close enough to notice how the irises were a chestnut brown in the sunlight?

Despite himself, Even felt a blush beginning to work its way up his neck at the surprisingly vulnerable eye contact. He turned away and cleared his throat. “If I remember correctly, you got a bloody nose out of the affair, so I’d say we’re about even.”

“Huh. S’pose we are.”

Both men fell silent at that, content to finish their ice cream in amicable peace. His mind went back to the day that Braig was discovered lurking on the grounds. Dilan and Aeleus were patrolling the gardens that morning when the former spotted him. Even had only heard stories of the event, but they brought him great joy regardless.

Apparently when Dilan moved to apprehend him, Braig had warped away, sticking his leg through a portal to trip the larger man from a safe distance. Doubled over with laughter at his own cleverness, he didn’t notice Aeleus behind him. One swift pommel to the back of his head and he was down for the count.

They took him to Lord Ansem, who was intrigued by his spatial powers and invited him to stay at the castle. His unique control over gravity, coupled with excellent marksmanship, made him an excellent candidate for a guard. Soon after, he became an apprentice much like Dilan and Aeleus had.

Returning to the present, he stole a glance at Braig out of the corner of his eye. The man appeared to be deep in contemplation himself, brow furrowed and empty ice cream stick balanced between his teeth. Even may mock his intelligence, but he suspected he was far more thoughtful and observant than one might assume.

After a few moments, a hand clapped his shoulder and squeezed. “Welp, I better get going now. Some of us have work to do,” Braig added with an infuriating wink before he withdrew his hand and meandered off.

Even stammered as he felt heat rise to his cheeks. Where had that reaction come from?

Surely it was because the man had the nerve to suggest he was slacking off. Surely. It wasn't anything else. It wasn’t because of that wink or that lazy, crooked smirk. Or the way his fingertips had lingered on his shoulder, leaving ghost sensations in the path they had traced over. He just had to get his mind on something else, anything else.

The empty ice cream stick in his hands suddenly became of great interest to him.

~~~

It was shortly after that when Even began noticing little things about Braig, details that had somehow escaped him over the years. Like how the guard uniform’s square shoulders sloped on his thin frame. How his lopsided grin caused the corner of one eye to crinkle. The way he restlessly swung his legs when he was sitting on the lab table that had to be disinfected every time he visited without fail.

And while Braig’s interruptions were almost always pointless and asking him to refrain from visiting the lab would certainly increase his productivity, he never brought himself to ask. He had spent more time pondering this than he cared to admit.

Even had never been in love before. Maybe there was some irony in the fact that one who was researching the heart hadn't experienced one of its most powerful emotions. He liked to believe it was because of the high standards he held not only for himself, but also those he chose to share his company with.

Braig fell short of these standards by a laughably large margin. He was loud, obnoxious, impulsive, childish, and not nearly as clever as he thought himself to be. None of these traits were even remotely close to ideal. But at the same time, there was some sort of affection there, wasn't there?

So maybe he wasn't in love with him. Developing a crush, possibly. He discarded that thought quickly, however, as the word ‘crush’ made him cringe. Crushes were for juveniles, teenagers acting on their physical attraction. Braig might be somewhat handsome, he supposed, with his sharp cheekbones and lean figure. But that was irrelevant. All of this terminology and categorization of his feelings was irrelevant in Even’s mind.

In the end, it didn’t matter what he called it. It was there, and much like the man himself, he just had to deal with it.

And surprisingly, this didn’t bother him as much as he thought it would.

#kingdom hearts #xigbar #vexen #organization xiii #even #braig #kh even #kh braig #bbs #breven #?? #idk what all tags to use #the whole nobody business is a mess in this regard lmao #pls give me feedback #I will owe you my life #I know this ain't the best platform for fic #but i'll be posting on ao3 soon #just wanted to get it out on the official day y'know #*sighs* these two idiots #I would die for them #edit: tumblr is a dumbass and breaks don't appear on mobile #put manual breaks in to avoid any confusion #now it just looks ugly :/

[faintblueivy]

The Road Ahead of Us - Izuocha Fanfiction

I posted the link of this fic earlier for Izuochaweek. But thought I'd post the text post here as well. It was written for day 3 - Dungeons and Dragons! The link was already reblogged by @izuochaweek so I haven't tagged it again.

Hope you enjoy it!

Her hands are not as soft as they look.

He deduces, seeing her grip the staff, both the source and application of her power, with strength enough to turn her knuckles white. Her eyes glow with fierce, familiar determination, the one he has come to see a number of times in their journey together. Her clothes flutter and to any ordinary observer, the cause would look wind but from this close, Izuku is actually feeling the raw power emanating from her. Her lips are pressed into a thin line, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed in concentration.

He watches in awe as a mass of pink and white nothingness swirls around her, becoming thicker and thicker, slowly with each passing second. It steadily comes together, concentrating at a single point on the top of the magic staff, the white hot energy slowly shaping itself like an orb of power.

She takes a deep breath, her eyes zeroing on the large rock in front of them and yells out a loud “Release!”

The orb of white and pink speeds towards the stagnant rock, striking it with a loud boom and just like that, it shatters. Into pieces both small and large. But nothing similar to it's former massive form.

They blink, stunned at the immense display of power. She is panting, still gripping the staff tightly to her chest. But then turns to them, her eyes wide and expectant.

“I did it!” She screams, her face lighting up with a broad, wide smile that he's deeply come to adore.

Iida is the first one to return her enthusiasm with his own, loudly clapping and appreciating her efforts with a large smile. His blue eyes displaying the fondness and pride he holds for the girl in front of him.

“Yes,Uraraka! It was incredible!”

He tells her, the moonlight glinting off his glass but every word is truer than the last one.

Shouto stands there with a small smile and when she looks at him, he gives her a nod of acknowledgement. He is normally silent but his differently coloured eyes always express what he hides behind that impassive demeanor. And she understands that the gesture is nothing if not sincere.

She accepts it gratefully and then finally she turns to him, eager for his input regarding the feat she just performed and he steps forward, a large grin curling upon his lips in response to hers. There is a lot he wants to say, a lot he wants her to know but it doesn't matter at the moment. She's standing there, her excitement tightly coiled to hear his words and who is he to disappoint her.

“You were amazing.”

Suddenly she's smiling even more brightly than the stars above, a pink hue making her naturally pink cheeks appear even pinker. She is so beautiful beneath the night sky that the embers of the fire burning beside them look dull. As if they are shying away for her radiance and Izuku is completely aware of how his heart clenches at the sight of her unabashed smile.

…

It's late at night and the wind is chilling. He scoots closer to the fire in an effort to warm himself up. Well, today was his shift for the night watch. That's the reason he is sitting here, in cold, but he finds that he doesn't mind. His eyes are focused on any unnatural movements of the bushes surrounding them and his ears are trained on any similarly disturbing sound, his sword resting beside him.

Of all the things, he never expects something warm and soft to be draped over his shoulders. He almost squeaks when Ochako settles beside him, giving him a smile in greeting and extends her hands, palms completely out stretched to feel for the heat.

“It's cold here.”

“Yeah. It is.” He nods as he notices her without a blanket and then her hands return back to her side.

“Why are you out here though?” He asks, a little worried.

“Couldn't sleep.” Her voice is nonchalant but his eyes stray down to the way her hands fisted her skirt.

“Any specific reason?” he questions again, wanting her to bring out the issue that has been troubling her.

“Nope.” she denies but her eyes waver slightly and he knows she'll come out with it, now or later. It's fine for him though. As long as she can speak out her doubts.

They go silent once again, even though his mind is running the possibilities of her worries, her presence here eases him physically. His shoulders loose tension and his breathing goes calm. The way her eyes look up at sky, it seems to him that she is searching for something, an answer, a person? Or a destination perhaps? He's not sure.

He doesn't realise that in his quest to find the source that is making her anxious, he has been staring at her for a long while. He blinks when her hand waves in front of his face.

“Deku? Deku?”

“S-sorry! I was distracted.” He lets out an undignified yelp and she giggles, the sound of her laughter was soothing enough to stop his stammering.

“I can see that!”

He gives her a smile before they both settle down, leaning into the log resting behind them, reveling in the quietness of the surroundings and the warmth of each other.

As the cold increases Izuku could not help but notice the way how her body would shiver occasionally when a strong breeze would flow. And how pink and frosty her cheeks and nose looked.

“Come closer.”

He says even before he realises that he has. When she stares at him with wide, round eyes, the implications of his recklessly thrown words sink into him. And instantly, his freckled cheeks burn pink. 

“Y-you looked c-cold!”

He offered a loud explanation half expecting her to laugh at him but rather she turns her head to the other side, looking a little embarrassed and a soft “Ohh.” tumbles out of her mouth.

And without a word, she scoots closer to him, letting him envelope her in the blanket as well. The cozy warmth inside, immediately relaxes her. Though the sides of their bodies pressing against each other is an entirely different experience.

They neither dare to break the silence and nor do they look at each other. The forest floor and the dancing fires seemed more interesting to the two of them at the moment. But they don't make any effort to maintain distance. There is something between them - tentative but pleasant.

“Do you-” she starts, but bites her lip as if contemplating her words, after a second, decides to continue, “Do you think that we are doing the right thing? Is it the right path?”

As easy the answer was, he couldn't almost believe how hard it was to word it out and string them into comprehensible sentences. So he takes his time, carefully plucking words out from his vocabulary, wanting to express himself in the best possible way to quell her doubts.

“I don't know.”

Wow. What a way to start.  

“Look-I mean, Uraraka-”

Smooth, Izuku, smooth.

“Well, I want to say that we don't know, about what the future has got in store for us. We don't know if we're doing the right thing even but what I know is this - we'll do whatever it takes to save everyone. If a battle is to come between the forces of the light and the dark then we need to recruit as many as we can, to support our cause. To stop them from taking innocent lives. We have nothing to guide us, except for those ‘dreams’ I have. Heck, we don't even know if those 'dreams’ I keep having are anything to believe.”

But as his eyes turn to her, Ochako could see that blazing determination burning in all glory.

“But they are real, Uraraka. They are real. All Might is real. I know it's hard to believe but it's the truth. We need to go forward on this path. We need more comrades. We need to recruit capable warriors, mages anything, anyone who'd be willing to support us in this quest.”

Izuku's fiery passion makes a smile grace Ochako's lips. He's always been like this. So determined, so eager to help and save people.

“Even a dragon?”

“Um, yes, even a dragon.”

They suddenly burst out laughing, their voices crinkling together in a pleasant sound, warming everything around in the vicinity.

When the morning finally rolls into existence, Shouto comes out of the tent to a scene of both Izuku and Ochako curled up into each other, huddled up in blanket. Izuku's barely awake but the scene is so precious that Shouto simply decides not to disturb it.

…

“So, the dragon's lair is in that direction? Are you sure sir?”

“Yes.” The frail man's voice wavered under the pressure of old age but the conviction shining in his wise old eyes made Izuku nod and smile then thank him.

As he pointed the direction to his group, ready to hike the mountain as the old man spoke again.

“Are you sure you want to find the dragon, my boy?”

Even though the question was supposed to sound like a warning, there was something knowing swimming in the smile of the old guy.

“Yes.” Izuku answered, unflinching and daring.

“Then it's fine. The dragon is not evil as the people make him sound. He's just a little eager kid wanting to make some friends and do manly things.  So try not be afraid of him, okay? You'll hurt his feelings. Oh-by the way, I should let you know! He has a friend now! A very powerful but violent warrior with a foul mouth who's quite protective of him. I warn you, my boy, he's more trouble than the dragon actually.”

Izuku stood there, with his jaw hanging open to the ground, huge round eyes unblinking, too stunned to react.

“W-wh-what?!”

Before he let out that shriek, the man was already on his merry way, waving to them and whistling to the wind.

…

Ochako gulps. The cave in front of them was large, frighteningly large. Okay, large enough to at least contain ten dragons.

Her hands are clammy, and her heart is pounding in her ears. She bites her lower lip in anticipation and dread. Her feet are cold, despite the fact that she is wearing her boots. Suddenly a wheezing sound echoes throughout the cave and Ochako jumps up in air a few feet, wonders if she should use her staff and simply float away. She is shivering, the fear gripping her insides tightly leaves a bitter taste in mouth.

Her eyes dart to her side to see her comrades and Shouto looks a little unnerved at the sight of the massive cave and the previously heard loud sound because his eyes are wide, and his forehead is collecting beads of sweat and his hand is hovering just above the hilt of his sword. Though she cannot see Iida, she knows he is as shaken up as they are.

Okay, Ochako, calm down. Calm down. You just have to go inside this cave - the dragon's lair, and convince the dragon to join our team, easy right? Right? Right?

She almost squeaks when the sensation of a hand brushing against her startles her. Her gaze flicks towards Izuku, he is smiling at her, a wide smile, a smile that seems to say 'You don't have to worry, I'm here now.’ She is astounded at the kind of effect he has on her because she finds herself smiling back at him, her shoulders slowly loosing the tension and her breath turning even.

She knows, he is as scared as the rest of them are. But he is strong enough to hide that fear behind his smile, his emerald eyes shining with warmth that never fails to convince people that everything will be alright. It is a powerful sensation. A faith that all of them depend upon.

Her heart tingles at the final smile he gives her before turning her head back on the target in front of them. His eyes narrow and the fire burning in them is daring. His hand is gripping his legendary sword in a fierce grip, ready for action.

“Everyone” his bold words prompt them to look at him, “-let's do this, together!”

Both Iida and Shouto return the gesture with a smile of their own - courageous and hopeful. Looking forward towards the future they want to capture. The future that they all want to protect.

Ochako understands. As long as they are together, nothing is going to stop them. They can overcome all the obstacles on their path, be it a dragon to befriend or to fight a dark guild wanting to take over the country. They might not know the path they are moving on, they are not aware of the events and hell they might have to face in the future.

But it's fine, as long as they have their dreams to guide them and each other to live for.

Here, I'd love to know your thoughts about this if you've not read it before!

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Misotheism VIII (Final)

Previous Parts: Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII 

Genre: Drama, Angst, Slight Fluff? 

Word Count: 2.6k-ish

Time seems to come to a standstill as you lie on the cold sand, body shivering from the cold ocean breeze; yet, the adrenaline running through you seems to make you sweat profusely.

Your gaze is frozen on the sight in front of you, the sight of Taehyung clashing with Jungkook while you lie here, utterly useless, grasping your own sword with loose fingers. You know you need to do something, anything, to help. But, as a mortal, you lack the strength to defeat a god, like Taehyung had said before.

Until you realize that there just might be something you could do.

“Jungkook,” Your voice is soft but it is undoubtedly heard by both the celestial beings, as their fighting comes to a halt, and you can make out their individual figures, both their faces colored with exhaustion and hair damp with sweat.

“Y/N, what are you do—” Taehyung begins to speak but you pay no attention to his words as your eyes do not stray from Jungkook’s burning red ones that seem to be slowly calming down, the longer they hold yours.

“There’s something I need to tell you, Jungkook.” You take a steady step forward in his direction, forcing yourself to not fall apart as you do, and he moves towards you as well, as though he’s being tugged along like a puppet on strings.

Taehyung stands affixed to his spot, eyeing the two of you cautiously as he undoubtedly wonders exactly what you’re doing. He’s worried for you but he can sense both the sincerity of your words and the idea that you might have behind it.

“What is it?” His tone is sharp but his eyes are soft as he looks at you, finally closing the gap between you two to stand merely an inch away.

“T-Though I might not love you anymore, I-I did once and I also know that you did a lot of terrible things,” You stutter out your thoughts cautiously, remembering that he is indeed a god, but also hanging on to the fact that he was also the person you, perhaps, loved once.

“You lied to me about Hoseok, you kept me locked up in your house and even when you taught me how to fight, you made sure I wouldn’t be able to win against you,” You voice out the words with anger lacing them before continuing, “But I also know you did it because you really loved me. Because you were worried that you’d lose me to my fate.”

You place your hand on his cheek, wiping off the stray tear that even the god himself didn’t realize was trailing down his cheek and look at him with a somber smile adorning your face.

“And I think fell in love with you too. You were first person to make my heart beat faster and that will always belong to you,” You can see a shy smile coming his lips as well as he gazes fondly at you, “But…But you let your fear of losing me overrule your thoughts and in that, because of that, you had lost me already.”

You can visibly see his features hardening once again, teeth digging into the inside of his cheek to stop himself from saying something that he would undoubtedly regret later.

“But please, please don’t ruin yourself for me anymore. Let me remember you as the god who whisked me away from my ordinary life and gave me the most exciting first love that any girl could possibly have.” You can’t hold back the tears that are now streaming down your cheeks endlessly, making Jungkook’s lips tighten in guilt, “Let me remember you with fondness and not with fear, please, I beg of you.”

He raises his hand up, as you had done before, to wipe your tears, and looks at you with troubled expression on his royal features. He wants you back, but after hearing your words, what would he even be accomplishing here?

In his intense want and need to win, he never gave a thought to what would happen if he were to actually win.

You want to believe that Jungkook would make the right decision but the sliver of doubt at the back of your mind knows better than to trust him after all that he’s done. So, your eyes drift to look at Taehyung and you desperately hope that he understands what you are doing, and what you are waiting for.

And, when your eyes meet, a torrent of blue splashing over your vision, you know he has.

In a second, Taehyung moves from where he was standing before, materializing behind Jungkook’s back and burying the celestial bronze through his back. An instant kill.

A shattered scream sounds in the air, as you see the tip of the blade re-emerge from the center of Jungkook’s chest–where his heart is– coated in golden ichor. It’s only when Taehyung rushes to take you into his arms, that you realize that the source of the scream is you.

Jungkook’s lifeless body lays limp in the sand, after he falls in a graceful arc–fitting, for the God of War. The tears come endlessly, dribbling down your cheeks, but so do Taehyung’s hushed reassurances, and his warmth.

“It’s going to be okay, love.” Taehyung softly coos in your ear as his hand runs through your silky locks in an effort to calm you, “He isn’t dead. He’ll be reborn again, clear of this madness, so please stop crying. For me?”

But you can’t stop. You can’t stop the soft screams laced with Jungkook’s name escaping your lips, you can’t stop the tears from streaming down your face because you feel sick thinking how you tricked Jungkook. How you caused him to literally be stabbed in the back. Though every word that left your lips was true, you feel horrible now for not trusting him to back down by himself, for not giving him a second chance to right his wrongs.

“There is no way to have done that, treasure.” Taehyung’s voice causes his chest to rumble, as though he knows what you are thinking, “The war has tampered with his mind far too much; only rebirth would wipe his mind of it.”

Eventually hours pass and you can’t stop the exhaustion from taking over your body as you fall asleep in Taehyung’s arms. He decides to take you back to his palace, letting you sleep in his room while he meets with the other gods to talk about Jungkook’s rebirth.

You wake up in the morning feeling groggy, your body aching with the physical exhaustion of last night’s events. You’re surprised to find the other side of the bed empty, and get up to use the bathroom to freshen up before searching for Taehyung.

“And he’s awake right now?” You hear Taehyung’s voice coming from a room down the hall and you take quiet steps towards it.

“Yes. He wishes to speak to her.” An unfamiliar voice answers, and you wonder if this is yet another immortal.

“We cannot possibly allow that! No.” Hoseok’s usually melodic voice loudly proclaims, and you’re relieved to hear the god’s voice, happy to know that he’s alive.

“It’s not up to us. It’s for her to decide.” The voice interjects once again and as you near the room, continues, “And seeing as she is here right now, why don’t we let her decide for herself, hm?”

The doors to the room open by themselves and you hesitantly step inside, apprehensive of what exactly you might see. You feel reassured when you find Taehyung standing right in front of you, walking up to you as he hugs you, before giving you a kiss on your forehead. Hoseok is standing in the corner, brown hair mussed, and you bow politely to greet him to which he responds with an amused smile and a wink.

“Y/N, come meet my brother, Namjoon: the God of the Sky.” Taehyung politely leads you with an arm on your waist to the man standing across from you.

To say that he was intimidating would’ve been an absolute understatement. Hair colored the shade of stormy grey, his deep onyx eyes and his piercing gaze are enough to have your knees shaking but you manage a polite bow and as you lift your head up to look at him, find a bright smile on his face as well.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to bow to me or anything,” He stretches his hand out to shake yours and you grip it softly, “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Even though you’ve stirred up quite a bit of mess up here.”

“It wasn’t her fault. If anything, she’s the victim.” Both Taehyung and Hoseok protest voraciously and you bite your lip in nervousness.

“I know, I’m just joking. You guys are like a bunch of children!” Namjoon chuckles softly before diverting his gaze to you, “Let’s get straight to the point then. I’m assuming you’ve already heard what we were talking about when you were outside, am I correct?”

You nod your head in agreement, rather bashfully, and at that he continues, “So what will it be: do you or do you not want to see Jungkook again? Keep in mind that if you do decide to see him, we will make sure that no harm comes to you.”

His eyes harden here, turning an icy blue; and, to you, he appears like the King of the Gods he is.

Without waiting to even think, you nod your head fervently, “Yes, I would like to see him, please.”

The three gods present in the room exchange meaningful glances, before Taehyung finally lets out a sigh. Namjoon leaves the room, while Taehyung and Hoseok look at you, worry coloring their eyes.

“Namjoon has gone to get him, and I know he said that he won’t hurt you but just… be careful, okay?” Taehyung speaks in hushed whisper, and you smile thankfully at him before leaning up to kiss him.

As Namjoon walks in with Jungkook, Taehyung and Hoseok leave the room to give you some space, though the former stares hard at the God of War. Namjoon and Jungkook exchange a few muttered words in an ancient tongue, before Namjoon too leaves the room and Jungkook looks up to finally meet your gaze.

His eyes are pure brown, swirling with tenderness, like you remember.

“It’s nice to—”

“I’m sorry.” You interject his words suddenly, running over to him before hugging him tightly, tears streaming down your cheeks once again, “I’m sorry I did that to you.”

“What’re you even apologizing for?” Jungkook chuckles weakly, overcoming his surprise as he hesitantly wraps his arms around you, lifting up a hand to stroke your hair, “I’m the one who should be sorry.”

“I should’ve waited. I should’ve given you the chance to make the right decision yourself but instead I—I,” Your voice breaks as you blubber, before you can even complete the sentence, and Jungkook softly hums as he tried to calm you down.

“It’s okay, I’m still here, aren’t I?” He pulls you back to look at you, wiping your tears and you sob softly before looking at him with glazed eyes, “And you made the right decision.”

“There’s something you need to know. Since I’m the God of War, I feed off of people’s emotions like wrath and greed.” He looks at you in seriousness, detaching himself from your body as he takes a step away from you, “And sometimes it affects me, it affects the way I think and behave. So, with the war raging, I ended up drowning in my own emotions and I just couldn’t think straight.”

You remember, very faintly, Taehyung saying something around the same lines, on the dreadful day of the battle. He hadn’t explained much, not like Jungkook just has, but it’s starting to make more sense. And, the longer you think about it, the more your stomach lurches. You come to a grim realization: perhaps, Jungkook never truly loved you at all. Was it all just a jumbled mess of emotions in his mind?

“But that doesn’t mean that I didn’t love you,” He adds hastily at the sight of your dejected expression, “I did, and still do, but the way I went with it, with paranoia and anxiety was because of this. Not that I’m blaming it all on this; I mean, I wasn’t strong enough to keep my emotions in check so it was my fault as well.”

“No, it wasn’t.” You stop him, taking a step forward again as you hug him tightly, “Please, now that I know this, I can tell you that it wasn’t your fault.”

You pull back to meet his melancholic gaze, “I can say this confidently because of the good times we had with each other. I loved you for a reason you know. And that’s because the good in you shined through whenever we were together.”

“Yes, but eventually the bad outweighed the good and I did some horrible, absolutely ghastly things to you. Something that I will atone for till the end of time but I want you to know that I am extremely sorry for my actions.” He holds your soft hands in the warmth of his before looking at you, “I also wanted to wish the best with Taehyung. I know that he really cherishes you, with or without the prophecy, and I just hope everything works out perfectly for you both.”

A few stray tears make their way down your cheeks once again but this time they’re from joy and you beam widely at Jungkook before hugging him again for the last time.

“Thank you Jungkook, I wish you the best as well.” You lean up to kiss his cheek, chuckling at his wide eyes, “I look forward to seeing you around.”

He grins at your words before leaving the room and, after a few minutes, Taehyung walks in. You run up to him, burying yourself in his broad chest as he rests his chin on the crown of your head, humming contentedly.

“How did it go with him?” He asks, pleased with your reaction, as well as the soft smile that was adorning Jungkook’s lips as he left. It had been long since he’s seen the boy look so carefree.

“It was good. Great, actually.” You look up to meet Taehyung’s eyes, “I think we worked everything out.”

“I’m happy for you, my treasure.” He leans down to kiss you deeply, your hands reaching upwards to tangle in his hair as you push your lips harder against his.

“So, what are we doing for the rest of the day?” You ask as you grip his hand, walking out of the room and into the halls, “Oh, how about we go swimming? It’s been a while since I last swam.”

“That will unfortunately have to wait for another day because we already have something planned for us after breakfast.” Taehyung chuckles at your excitement as he leads you to the living room, seating you on the table already decorated with a variety of dishes, “Besides, I am the God of the Sea. You will have… a lifetime of swimming waiting for you.”

He smiles secretively at that, piquing your interest.

“Why?” You ask, sitting down on the chair next to Taehyung as you begin eating, “What did you have in mind?”

“Nothing much really, I was just planning on taking you to see your family, now that the war is slowly coming to an end.” He remarks nonchalantly, smirking as he seeing the look of pure shock and astonishment on your face.

“Oh Gods, why didn’t you tell me this before!” You look at him excitedly, hitting his hand in mock annoyance as his soft laugh echoes through the room, “Are you coming with me?”

“Of course,” He states as though obvious before looking at you in absolute seriousness, “How else am I supposed to ask for your hand in marriage?”

At that you actually choke on your food and Taehyung has to hold back his laughter with great difficulty to fetch you some water as you calmed down.

“You’re actually going to do that?” You hesitantly question, not wanting to let down your high hopes, “You’re going to marry me?”

“Of course, I love you with all my heart and I want to be with you forever.” He answers almost immediately with no hesitance or doubt is his mind before turning to you, “Why do you ask?”

“Because I-I am just a mortal and you… you are a God,” You voice hesitantly and his hands come up to cradle your cheeks as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“And that matters because?” He questions rhetorically before pressing a kiss against your soft lips, “Look, all I know is that I want to spend every second of my time with you. It doesn’t matter how long I have because, at the end of the day, I’m coming back to you and that’s most important to me.”

“I love you and I promise to love and cherish you for however long you live.” He adds before pulling you into his warm embrace and kissing you again, “And who knows? I could even convince you to stay by my side for eternity.”

For…eternity…?

Your eyes widen when your mind finally connects the words, and you cannot help the flush that overtakes your cheeks at the thought. Taehyung’s chuckle reverberates in your chest, and you quickly dodge the subject, much to his amusement.

“I-I love you too, Taehyung!” You reply quickly, wanting to get the smug look of his face and, so, pulling him closer to you with a tug of his hair to slot your lips against his.

And with that you knew that even though it took so long for you to find to him, you weren’t going to let go of him. You were going to spend each second of each day cherishing the time that you have with him and that you were going to make the most of whatever you had.

“How about we go talk your parents now?”

“Lead the way, αγάπη μου.”

Thank you all for sticking with our first series. I must admit, I did cry while writing this part out because I didn’t want to hurt Jungkook but I am content with the way everything worked out and I hope you guys like it as well! 

I feel way to attached to these characters right now, so it makes me a little sad to see them go. But yes, we hope you guys enjoyed reading the series as much as we did writing it!

Written By: Brilliant Admin Sangria

Edited By: Magical Midnight :')

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