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missadmyre · 29 days

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Date Night at Ghost Town

It wasn't often that his mentee, Randy, would invite him to do little activities such as fishing inside the Nomicon, such moments he appreciates as it reminded him of the peaceful memories he once had back at the living world.

When Randy had intivited him to come with him at the Celebration of the Founding of Sanctus Civitas in the Ghost Realm, he couldn't believe at what he was being offered to. "A trip to the Ghost Realm?" He asked.

The teen then replied, "Yeah, Danny invited me and Jake to come with him to the Ghost Zone for the celebration. Since you're some kind of spirit or something, maybe you could also have a chance to go there? I mean, it's gotta be kinda wonk to be lonely inside this book."

The First Ninja denied Randy's invitation at first, skeptical as he finds it nonsensical but also dangerous, given that he is the very foundation of the Nomicon. Should he be absent from his duties, he feared that an unexpected force would invade at a time of weakness, something of which he wouldn't allow.

Yet, even PlopPlop started to bug him about the boy's invitation, finding it weird that his ally had also approved of the boy's attempt. Eventually, he decided to go, finding it hard to resist two of his people and their charm to annoy to him.

As he tries to find an appropriate attire to wear, he discovers an elegant robe from back when he was alive, a kimono that dates back to the Kamakura Period. A gift from his fourth brother, a craftsman at heart.

On the day of the celebration, he, along with Randy his friends set off to the Ghost Realm, finding themselves in a dense forest with a jagged dirt pathway. Following the path, they reach the marble stairs, climbing up as they were greeted by a Torii Gate with two bells hanging on each side.

Ringing the bell four times on each bell while citing a chant that guarantees their entry, they soon were able to enter through the gate and into the celebration. The place was brimming with energy, hundreds of ghosts, spirits and souls running around around having fun.

The setting was beautiful, a dreamy dawn accompanying it. It was like a mix of a fairground and a ceremony, which would happen later that night as the procession of the Hyakki Yagyo would happen later that night. Stalls of food and games were placed left and right, attracting attentions of passerbys.

As he was about to ask the boys about his purpose in this, he was confused to find him, the warlock. Snarling, the First Ninja asked "What are you doing here?". The warlock chuckled, "Oh my, ask your kid, he did set us up for our date". Eyes twitching, he turned around to find Randy and his friends smiling, telling them to have fun as they ran away to enjoy the event.

Sighing, he faced Chase as the lizard hybrid held out his hand, "May I accompany you?". He begrudgingly accepted, knowing damn well that he himself won't be able to disagree.

Randy, while walking with Jake and Danny, smiled as his plan worked. He had planned it since the day he realized both their feelings are mutual, just way too stubborn and prideful to recognize them. He pleaded PlopPlop to go along with his plan, which after many attempts and bribery, he finally agreed.

Jake had been able to contact Chase, it wasn't hard considering that their main topic would be about the First Ninja, but what was hard was to convince the lizard hybrid that none of what they were planning is a trap.

The two heroic teens had known about their guardian's feelings about each other for a long time, even more so when they received the news that they were practically married. Grimacing at their pining, they planned to get the two to spend time with each other to work out their feelings.

When Danny had gotten an invitation to the Celebration of the Founding of Sanctus Civitas, they knew it was their chance to set the two immortal men on a date, letting Danny in on the plan as they tried to make their invitation look natural.

"Hey Randy, I know you set this up and shit for a long time, but come on! Let's enjoy the event, man!" Jake exclaimed.

"Hold on a minute, gotta take a picture of this." Pulling a camera out of his pocket, he placed it at the direction of the two immortals who were walking by the crowd, zooming in and pressing the button as it emitted a flash.

Click!

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rose-riot-johnson · 10 months

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Hello my Tumblr Peeps😃Today, I'm planning to write about a different topic which involves eye colors, and making a decision on which character I haven't written about before👀I hope you enjoy this fanfic and time to write about him now...

🟣Beautiful Purple Eyes🟣 ((Adult) Hitoshi Shinso (My Hero Academia) x Any Gender Reader)

Genres: Angst, Comfort

While you were attending UA, you first met Hitoshi Shinso inside the Class 1-C classroom, as you were the new student there. Hiroshi Shinso, was the first person you introduced yourself to, which really surprised him. Reasons aside from his quirk is why he didn't expect you to introduce yourself to him and he had to be the first classmate in Class 1-C you introduced yourself to.

Months after both you and Shinso graduated from UA, you decided to ask you out and that surprised him, so ofcourse he will reply to you with a yes, then confessed having a crush on you and that you were very nice to him. You told him that you thought of him as cute and would make a great hero one day, no matter what his power is. He blushed, however unbeknownst to you, there's more to his low self-esteem than his power with "Brainwashing".

A couple years after your relationship with Shinso started, you noticed there was something that has been depressing him. You're not sure what was bothering him, however you won't rest until you have answers. You just know something's wrong considering that you and Shinso have been living together a year before you noticed that he has been depressed and you want to makesure you help him work through whatever it is that's bothering him before it gets worse or it becomes too late.

Once Shinso was about to get ready for bed in your shared bedroom with him, you decided to check on him to see about talking to him. After you went inside the shared bedroom where he is you then mentioned, "Shinso. There's something I need to talk to you about.". A depressed, Shinso was confused at first, however he realized that you know him well, except what was really bothering him recently. Shinso then replied, "Well (Any Gender Reader Name), I might as well get the conversation over with. I'm guessing you wouldn't leave me alone until I talk.", as he agreed reluctantly.

Shinso then asked, "What is it that you want from me and what do you truly see in me, (Any Gender Reader Name)? I'm just lucky to even have you.". You answered, "Well Shinso, I'm really concerned about your well-being and I can see the signs of you being depressed. We've known eachother, since I became a new student in UA and for Class 1-C, we've been a relationship for a couple years, while we were living together for a year. I just would like to know what's bothering you. I kept assuring you that you're going to make a great hero one day and "Brainwashing" is more heroic than what anyone else thinks of it as. Is there something else you're not telling me, babe.", as you hugged him, then you continued, "I can promise that we can work through this, no matter what the issue is and I will still love and accept you for who you are.".

Shinso then knew he had to tell you about why else his self-esteem is hurt. He explained, "You see (Any Gender Reader Name), my "Brainwashing" power isn't the only thing that my classmates in the Nabu Middle School that used to attend and my peers used to call evil and discriminate me for, before I attended UA. It's not my hair color or hair style that they had a problem with. They had also judged me by my eye color and my white pupils, as well.". You then asked, "Why would anyone judge you about your eyes, Shinso?". Shinso then replied, "It's because they mentioned other things about my eyes aside from calling them evil. They called me a freak, because of how my pupils are and they said purple is the worst eye color ever, that my eyes look like shit due to my purple eyes and white pupils, that I look hideous for my eyes in general and no one will ever give me a chance for friendship and/or a relationship and if anyone ever was to then they're only desperate to be with me. Eversince they have been insulting me for my eye color and the color of my pupils, my self-esteem has kept getting worser and worser. So, tell me (Any Gender Reader Name)! Why did you talk to be, be friends with me, or even asked me to date you?!", then a couple tears rolled down his face as he tried his hardest not to break down.

You explained to Shinso, "Honestly, I thought you are cute. I love your eye color, your pupils, and everything else about your eyes. However I didn't talk to you nor be friends nor ask you out, just because of your eyes. It's the person behind the eyes that intrigues me!". Shinso was shocked to hear what you said as if as first he thought you were only trying to save his feelings and out of people pleasing, then as he began to realized that you truly see better in him than, not only what others see in him and said to him, however also what he sees in himself as well, he then finally completely broke down in tears, then he began to hug you.

You began to hug Shinso tighter and pet him, then you continued, "Well Shinso, anyone who has ever judged you or even insult anything about your eyes, I'm not sure if it's jealously or fear, however even if they're just saying their opinions without jealously nor fear being the factors of why they said this or even thought negatively about your eyes, well not everyone has that opinion about your eyes at all. I honestly believe deep down, I don't care if your eye colors are purple, green, blue, red, or even rainbow and I infact don't care if your pupils are white, orange, square, triangle, or even shapes of any flower at all, I know you struggled with low self-esteem and I know you're a nice, caring, and awesome person and you're very handsome on the outside and the inside. Anyone who has negative opinions about your eyes in general including your eye color, well that's their loss, not yours, Shinso.". Shinso was so speechless to the point where he had forgotten that he's depressed and felt so much better about himself. He then ended up asking, "Do you really mean it, (Any Gender Reader Name)?", as tears stopped rolling down his face. You then you touched one of his cheeks as you replied, "Ofcourse I meant every word of what I said. I wouldn't have said any of this, if I didn't mean it.", then both you and Shinso have became relieved after that.

Both you and Shinso decided to continue getting ready for bed in the shared bedroom. However eversince after you and Shinso had the conversation earlier, not only he felt better, however he also has been blushing, as he felt more secured about himself, including with his eyes. Pupils, eye color, and all pertaining both of his eyes. It was all thanks to you that Hitoshi Shinso is more secured and cheered up (tough he tries not to show his cheered up mood, however it's plain to see for you that he's happier), than he was earlier. And both you and Shinso also had a good night's sleep.

The End

Recently I saw a post and some reblogs in this very post pertaining eye colors that caught my attention and I find to be an interesting topic, so I decided to write about a character who I don't recall writing about until this fanfic, and someone I feel might work with a fanfic pertaining eye colors which I feel fit to write about Shinso. While I'm aware every1 has different opinions about eye colors and feeling characters with particular eye colors getting too much attention to be written about alot and/or they feel particular eye colors aren't interesting, at the time what my belief is with characters pertaining eye colors is that it really doesn't matter what the characters eye colors are to me. As long as I have desire to write about the characters themselves and get an idea on how the fanfic will be written about this character (wheather it's my own idea or someone requests an idea for this particular character), then I feel fit to do so. To me it's the person and the character behind those eyes (and eye colors), not the eye colors of the person nor the character. No matter the eye color we're all created equal and same goes for the characters with any eye color as well😃👍Yes, including hazel/amber eyes, red eyes, pink eyes, brown eyes, silver eyes, golden eyes and even purple eyes😁👍I only wrote about eye pupils in this fanfic to add to this fanfic.

Anyways, time for me to switch topics from eye colors to talking about the reason behind Shinso. I have really been wanting to write about him for a while and I figured the time is right to do so, while I managed to find him as the character for this type fanfic. I feel having the reader comfort him while helping him with his self-esteem is something worth writing about regardless what I have the reader comfort him about. Also from watching both season 2 and season 5 of My Hero Academia, my opinions about him is that he's awesome and I have other positive opinions about him pertaining his personality.

Well my Tumblr Peeps, I hope you enjoy this fanfic pertaining, Shinso🟣😁👍Have a good day and/or night😃👍

#angst #comfort #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou x reader #shinsou x you #shinsou #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou imagine #shinso angst #bnha shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinso imagine #hitoshi shinso x y/n #hitoshi shinso angst #i love all eye colors

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peter-pantomime · 1 year

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Stranger Things Fic Recs, Part 4

Part Three | Two | One

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Let Me Just Hold You Now (Steve and Robin)

Steve has a routine for nights like this. A routine for the times when his world gets flipped on its axis. Just four simple steps to keep his body alive while his mind tries to sort through whatever fucked up thing he just went through. Steve has a Routine. Robin breaks that Routine.

i'm right up the road (Steve, Max, and Eddie)

“Well—“ The guy flounders for a second before taking another very brave and heroic two steps into the room. “Does he have like, medication or something? Are you supposed to call someone?” “I don’t know! That’s why I asked you to help me!“ “Well I don’t know!” He nearly yells, more stressed than angry. This is definitely not what Steve meant when he’d advised them to stay calm and not panic. Don’t bring in a random guy who’s only going to fuel the panic.

A Heart Whose Love is Innocent (Wayne and Eddie)

Eddie hadn't spoken a single word to him since showing up on his doorstep with nothing but the clothes on his back and a single, half-empty backpack, about a week ago. Wayne had never considered himself to be a particularly patient person, but apparently he wasn't too old to learn something new about himself, because he was. He was so very patient with the boy. When he talked to the kid and received nothing but vague head movements or the occasional grunt for an answer, Wayne didn't press, didn't push, didn't do anything but accept that this was how they communicated for now, and it wasn't fine, exactly, but Wayne could wait. 5 times Wayne had a conversation with Eddie, and 1 time Wayne had a conversation about Eddie.

Steve/Eddie

the shame is on the other side

Steve wants to go to a place where monsters aren't real and people don't care about him, and he wants to drink and dance and stop thinking for once. Just once. He lands in a gay bar. And then he keeps landing there.

it would be surrender to let me see

[...] The point is, no one has ever done this much for Eddie in his life. (Well, he knows some very scary people in suits did something to get the murder charges against him dropped, but that happened while he was mostly unconscious, and he still doesn’t know or want to know the details.) As far as he can tell, Steve has spent every waking moment since dragging Eddie’s bleeding skin sack out of the Upside Down trying to make sure Eddie never wants for anything again. And that just makes the wanting so much worse.

A Gem Beyond Counting

The wrong feeling pitches and dives toward nausea again. Steve folds in half, eyes squeezed shut. The room spins, and his skin goes clammy. Behind the rush of white noise in his ears, he thinks he hears Eddie’s voice, calling to him, saying his name. There’s a soft pressure on his back that moves up to the back of his neck, and — Gone. Everything’s fine. He feels fine. He feels good, even. Eddie has a hand on the back of his neck and one clutching his forearm. Eddie looks frantic, eyes wide, a sheen of sweat on his face and stray damp curls stuck there. Steve’s gaze is drawn to his mouth, taut and worried and always in motion. He wants to lick into it. OR - Eddie falls first, Steve falls harder: sex pollen edition.

My Four Leaf Clover

“Do you wanna tell me?” “That depends, on if you’d wanna know,” Eddie replied in his most seasoned theatrical voice. Sometimes it was hard to remember Eddie played pretend almost for a living, and other times it was impossible to forget. “Doesn’t matter,” Steve said. It is June the ninth, 1986, and Steve Harrington has now lived through four world-shattering and world-saving events. The most surprising development of his life this summer, however, is the fact that he's currently lounging around outside with Eddie Munson listening to him prattle on about who knows what. The most surprising development of his life is that he's enjoying it.

sir stephen strider finds his suzie

Dustin watches Eddie's face as everyone else giggles. He's retained his typical intimidating smirk for much of this encounter, but as Steve stumbles through his fictional seduction, Eddie's eyes soften. His smirk slowly turns to a small grin. [...] Nancy presses a hand over her mouth, but it does nothing to hide her smile. Usually, this is the point where Eddie would make them all roll initiative. Dustin has his D20 ready. But Eddie smiles. Eddie fucking smiles, and not in that maniacal way he does before siccing something horrific on them, he fucking beams, and says, "You're gonna scrape your neck on his mace doing that, just so you know."

keep me in your glow

“You want me to apply this liberally to your hair from root to tip?” Eddie offers, shaking the bottle, trying to convey to Steve that he won’t make fun of him. Although maybe he still sounds like he’s making fun of him. “It’s just, uh–earlier you told Robin that raising your arms hurts so I thought…” Steve looks at him, expression unreadable. It’s probably weird, what Eddie’s doing. Standing in Steve Harrington’s bathroom is weird enough without the additional presumption that Steve would want him prolonging this experience. He really should’ve left the second Steve proved himself capable of showering alone, but – “Well we can’t use that one until my hair is damp, not wet.” Steve plucks the bottle from Eddie’s hand and promptly swaps it out for a smaller white one. “We can’t really do anything with my hair right now, it just needs to air dry. Um, I do kinda need it out of the way, though. If we’re gonna fix my face.”

getting lost in the dark is my favorite part

“Nice to meet you, Eddie,” said Nick. “It’s rare that I find someone else here who shares my interests.” “Interests?” He remembered he was wearing his battle vest, Nick’s hand lingering right in the middle of the giant Dio patch. “Oh, you like the heavy stuff too?" “I really do.” “Fuck yeah,” Eddie said before he could stop himself. His face got hot. Shit, that sounded way too eager, a totally excessive level of enthusiasm just for meeting another gay metalhead. He had given himself away as a clueless virgin, and Nick was going to stop smiling, walk away, and find someone with the ability to maintain his cool for the length of half a conversation. But Nick didn’t stop smiling. Instead he said, “I know you just got a drink, but do you want to get out of here?” Or: After his near-death experience, Eddie decides it's time to get rid of his pesky virginity and heads to a gay bar. It leads to some... realizations... for both him and Steve.

Like Strangers Laugh and Like Subways Feel

Hoisting his bat in the air, Steve unlocks the door and wrenches it open. Eddie Munson falls into him, up against his legs, half sprawled out across the step. Steve drops his bat with a clatter. Or: Eddie shows up on Steve's doorstep, hurt, panicked, and in need of a helping hand.

he's begging babe stay, stay

The late June heat lingers with a slow sort of stretch that envelops the two amid the sleepy safety of dusk. Steve’s sleeves hastily rolled and shoved haphazardly onto peeling, sunburnt shoulders in accommodation as they aimlessly walk empty neighborhood streets. Bathed in the golden lamplight of suburbia. Steve distracted enough to allow the older boy to lead him this far along without so much as a question of their destination since leaving the hotboxed confines of Eddie’s Uncle’s trailer. “Hey,” He begins conversationally. Eddie’s eyebrows lifting expectantly, though he goes on smoking. “The element of surprise and I don’t mix so well these days, you know? Not that consideration exactly comes to mind when I think of you, Munson. But — “Steve’s face softens as Eddie’s eyes roll theatrically. “Could be nice to clue me in now.”

in breakable heaven

Eddie leans out of the window on crossed forearms. Steve’s next projectile, thankfully, goes right over his head. “Hello." “Hi,” Steve says, “can I come in?” Eddie Munson and the terrible, no good, very bad, actually pretty alright summer.

Shame on the Night

[...] There’s a story Steve remembers about looking back, a punishment in salt. He’s got his key in the ignition and there’s something brackish in his mouth when he turns to see the shadow in the window. “We can’t…he’s alone,” he says and no one answers because they know he’s right but they don’t know what comes next. It’s Dustin who finally breaks the silence, a quiet, “where can he go where no one would look?” Eddie hides at Steve's house. There are consequences.

Ace of Spades

Eddie comes back. Steve helps.

the feeling that you give me, wanna give it right back

[...] Every time Steve comes over to Eddie's to smoke up, they end up in some kind of stupid argument. Usually it's about music, or movies, or whether Dustin should ever be allowed to have a pet again. But tonight, somehow – Eddie can't remember exactly how it got started, but he definitely blames Steve – they're in each other's faces about which of them gives better head.

Hard to Learn

[...] Realization dawns, then it’s quickly followed by anger and… hurt? The first quickly eclipses the latter, and Eddie flings open the car door. “See you around, I guess, Harrington,” he spits, beginning to limp away. [...] “Oh, for the love of-,” Steve mutters, then runs the couple of hobbled steps that Eddie has managed to put between them, grabbing his arm to spin him around. “Your home is half portal, idiot,” Steve says. “You’re staying with me.”

man's good faith and will to perservere

Eddie Munson's birthday is in November

600 Square Feet

There’s no response from Steve and Eddie is contemplating swapping out his bun for donuts when Steve starts laughing. A full bodied laugh that has him pressing his wrist to his mouth to keep from losing his lunch all over the car and Eddie finds himself smiling despite his confusion. “Are you— Are you experiencing a medical event? What’s happening here?” Steve chokes down some water and sighs, “My parents really sold me on this idea that I was gonna get out of school, go to college for business, take over for my dad, live in some— some mansion on a lake.” He gestures between them, “And now i’m waiting on tourists and sharing table scraps with Eddie Munson.” Eddie huffs out a small laugh, “Bit of a downgrade, huh?” “Are you kidding me?” Steve shoves his fingers through his hair, “This is— kind of perfect, actually." Falling in love on a shared mattress.

defrost

“So what’s the plan?” Steve shoots him a look. “Why do I have to have a plan?” “Your car.” Eddie shrugs. “Your call.” "I think..." Steve sighs. "It would be safer to wait for the snow to stop, and then go from there. I don't want to actually crash into a ditch or something." He glances at Eddie, nervousness on his face. "What d'you think?" "I'd say we're fucked either way but if this means I don't have to walk in the snow, I'm all for it." "That's the spirit." (Eddie hates Steve, for the most part. And now they're stranded in the middle of nowhere. And it's snowing.)

sloe gin fizzy, do it till you're dizzy

[...] Steve doesn’t flinch away from the closeness. Just breathes and blinks. And then his eyes flicker down to Eddie’s lips and right back up, so quick that Eddie’s hazy brain would have missed it if he hadn’t been paying attention, hadn’t been anticipating it. Eddie takes it as the invitation it has to be, and slowly, slowly closes the distance. His nose does bump into Steve’s as he enters his space, but he pauses, hesitates with his mouth hovering a hair’s breadth away from Steve’s. He waits for the rejection, for the brutal shove away, for the disgusted “what the fuck man?”. But they don’t come. What does come is Steve’s mouth, pushing forward to press against Eddie’s.

so destiny has brought us oh so close together

When Steve inhales he shuts his eyes and lets his head fall back, exposing the line of his neck, sending the smoke upwards on the exhale. Eddie watches because he can’t help himself. This is another strange thing. He’s always known that Steve Harrington is attractive, but it had always been in an almost clinical way, like the way he could look at Nancy and know she’s pretty. It was objective. Simply an observation that Steve’s features formed a pleasant arrangement. He understood why all the girls in Hawkins tripped over themselves for the pleasure of King Steve’s attention, but it had never affected him personally. Eddie knew better. Or he was supposed to know better, anyway. Or, 5 times Steve and Eddie have sex with no strings attached +1 time it actually means something.

#steddie #steddie fic recs #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic recs #myficrecs

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kylowritten · 1 year

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If the Slipper Fits

Pairings: Kylo Ren x ForceSensitive!Reader

Summary: Nobody wants to be the woman whose foot fits that slipper.

Warnings: none that I can think of, but please let me know if you notice one

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Kylo is back next chapter👀

Part Seven

Morning comes quicker than you would’ve liked.

With the lack of windows and sunlight, you could’ve slept forever, and you probably would’ve if not for the stream of admirers coming to congratulate you on escaping the castle and surviving the stonebadger attack. Word travels fast in the caves, apparently.

You’re not entirely sure that it didn’t have to do with Rey, though, who repeatedly retold the story of finding you cornered in the hot springs with gusto. The first few times you listened good-naturedly, but grew tired of reliving the moment after hearing it so many times. Especially because your thoughts focused rather traitorously on the moments preceding the one in her story, the ones that, gratefully, no one else was around to witness.

“I hope you’re not too tired for one more visitor,” came a voice, breaking you from your memories.

“Never,” you say, although you watch the former queen approach with an increasing sense of dread. Leia settles on the empty bed beside you.

In all honesty, she might’ve been the last person you wanted to speak with, besides maybe her son. If only she knew what transpired the night before. And if that wasn’t bad enough, you also were weary about following out her request to return to the castle and rescue Kylo, who you were mostly certain was incapable of being saved.

“How are you feeling?” Leia asks. “Rey is outside regaling a crowd with your heroics.”

You smile sheepishly. “I hardly did anything worth noting. Her and Poe were the ones to stop it, not me.”

“Either way, it’s clear that she thinks highly of you,” Leia says. A mask slips over her face then, replacing the expression of motherly concern to one of a diplomatic queen. “I’m not going to pretend that my motives for visiting you aren’t partially because I was hoping for your answer.”

“I know,” you reply. Frankly, you would be insulted if she believed you thought anything else.

“I realize you haven’t been able to give much thought to, with everything,” she says, waving her hand to encompass the events over the past day.

You wince. “No, not really.”

It’s a lie. In your waking moments, all you’ve thought about was your current situation.

“I sent a message to Luke on the off chance that you accept,” Leia says. “He hasn’t taught anyone…well, in a very long time. In fact, his last student was Ben.”

“Really? What happened?”

Leia’s lips purse. “It’s really not my place to say. Let’s just leave it that Ben and my brother do not get along.”

You frown but know not to press. This made you curious about the royal family, and about Kylo Ren himself. He killed his own father, banished his mother, and now you’ve been told that he had a poor relationship with his uncle. And you thought that your family life was messy.

“Do you think he’s even willing to help?” You ask.

“It’s hard to say,” Leia admits. “But he’s always had a tendency to do whatever I tell him.”

You think back to the stonebadger attack and, annoyingly enough, Kylo’s tough love training tactic. You hated to admit he was right. It wouldn’t have been a problem if you knew magic, if you could bend the Force to your will. You needed someone to teach you. And to have Luke Skywalker, one of the greatest magic-users of all time partake in that? You would be ridiculous to decline such an offer.

But you’re not sure you’re ready to accept yet.

Leia opens her mouth, but then closes it. Finally, she says, “I’m also not going to pretend that the information I’m about to present to you isn’t only for your benefit but also the benefit of my agenda.”

“I’m listening.”

At least she was being truthful. You could handle the truth, not hidden and distorted in lies like shadows in a mirror.

“The fourth district is…rebelling, I suppose, for lack of a word.” She pauses as if to let you process this information. You don’t tell her that you already know. “They aren’t letting anyone in, including us. I believe our ambitions are the same but…well, nevermind. What I’m trying to say is, it’s not happening peacefully. And I’m not sure how they plan to survive without anyone in, not even shipments.”

Leia referred to the rations that the First Order sent weekly to each district in a bid to share resources while also ensuring that one district never became too powerful. The First Order controlled food supplies, clothing, and other essentials.

You frown. You know that your district isn’t self sustainable, and that denying the shipments will be detrimental to its survival.

“Why would they do that?” You ask.

Leia shakes her head. “I’m not sure. Rumor has it that they’re rebelling for you, though.”

“For me?” Your frown deepens, brows pulling downwards. “I don’t understand.”

"Word caught about your stepmother hiding away your stepsisters, and how unfair your treatment was. I believe that, in combination with taking girls from each district, incited quite a bit of rage. They're angry about the whole system, calling for the First Order to step down."

“Isn't that what you want, too?"

"It is," Leia sighs. "But they seem to think that, since I'm leading, I would just perpetuate the system and no real changes would be made." Her face twists. "It's my own fault. I sat back and allowed too much to happen without interfering. But that's why I want to do better."

"But you need me," you add, giving voice to the words she left unsaid.

"I believe the first step is saving Ben from Palpatine, and then perhaps we can start to dismantle this terrible system." She looks at you in earnest. "But I didn't just tell you about your district for my own gain. If you go back to the castle and separate yourself from me, you might be able to reason with your district."

You pull the covers up tighter around you, as if they could protect you from your troubles. "But wouldn't I just be aligning myself with Kylo?"

"Yes, but you would be more sympathetic that way. Part of the reason they're rebelling is because he took you. I think you might have a shot," she says, lifting a shoulder. "At least more than you do here. They won't even listen to me."

"How long do I have to think on it?"

"I'm sending another patrol tomorrow afternoon to the castle to investigate how they're rebuilding after the surprise we gave them," Leia says. "I'll leave you until then."

You’re discharged later in the afternoon with instructions on how to properly care for your wound. Equipped with directions from the medic, you head to the barracks. It’s along the way that you overhear snippets of conversation from passing rebels, enough bits and pieces to form a singular focal point.

“—my sister lives in the fifth district, and she told me that nobody came for them today.”

“No more brides?”

“I heard that girl from the fourth district —”

You scurry away. Based on the tone of the last person, you didn’t want to hear what they had to say. Finally you hit the barracks, which is a series of connected rooms featuring several bunk beds. A familiar set of buns falls into your view, and you rush to Rey’s side.

“Is it true what they’re saying?”

Rey startles, then exclaims your name. “It’s you! I didn’t think they would let you out so early. With all of the blood —”

“Is it true? There hasn’t been another bride today?” You ask, slightly hysteric.

Rey frowns. “It’s true.” She studies you skeptically. “Are you sure you’re okay? Did the medics give you a psych eval? Because I can bring you back and —”

You shake your head. “No, no, I’m fine. Really. I just can’t believe it.”

“Crazy, huh?” Rey asks. “It’s the first time in over a year. I don’t think people know what to do with themselves.”

The thought elicits a myriad of emotions within you — delight, surprise, relief. You hadn’t thought about Kylo picking a new bride, but discover you’re glad he didn’t. Would you have been jealous? It’s not an avenue you particularly want to explore.

“Has he said why?”

“Kylo? No. He just hasn’t sent out any troopers with the slipper.” She shrugs. “We probably won’t ever figure out why, but I think I know why.”

When you look at her, bewildered, she laughs and adds, “C’mon, it’s because of you! Obviously he’s found whatever he’s looking for.”

“Why isn’t he coming looking for me then?” You ask in a hushed tone. This has bothered you. His words — you’ll be back — haunt you.

“Maybe he is and we just don’t know it. Whatever the reason, I just know that he wouldn’t let you go unless he had something planned. You saw how he is, he obviously just doesn’t let something go that he thinks is his.” She curses. “Bastard.”

His words strike you again. The smugness, the all-knowing tilt of his head. It makes your blood boil, relighting the flame inside you.

“He knows I’ll come back to him,” you mumble. Stiffening your spine, you tell Rey, “I don’t know if I have a choice not to. But the least I can do is make sure I do it on my own terms.”

Leia glances up at you from her desk. “I’ve been expecting you,” she says.

What was with this family and anticipating your movements?

You left Rey alone and rather confused, fleeing to hunt down the room that Leia used as her own personal office. Thankfully she was there, because your side was splitting with pain and you weren’t sure you could’ve traveled farther.

Resisting the urge to lean over with your hands on your knees and breathe in through your mouth, you plop down in one of the chairs across from the former queen.

“I want to do it.”

Leia perks up. “Really?”

“Yes.” You do your best to look confident. “But I’m going to do it on my terms. Not yours or Kylo’s. Mine.”

“Of course. Anything,” Leia says.

Emboldened, you make your first request: “I’m tired of always doing what I’m told. If I’m going to save Kylo, I’m going to do it independently of you or anyone else. I’m going to operate alone.”

Part Eight

#cinderella #fanfic #force sensitive #forced marriage #kylo ren #kylo ren fanfic #kylo x reader #kylo x you #one thousand and one nights #star wars

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feel free to ignore this if you don't want random prompts, but i'd love to see a glimpse of Tanis at the palace if Martin had lived 🥺👉👈 does Cat come with them?

It was foolish of Martin to dismiss the tailors. It rankles to have them dressing him, as if he hasn’t put his own damned clothing on each morning. Well, he hasn't, of late; he's been sweating through the sheets and babbling half-mad into a darkened chamber. But let him have his pretenses, he thinks, let him cling to the illusion that he is something more than a doll to be preened and polished and propped on an imposing stone chair.

This first brush with Nibenese formal dress proves harrowing. Only two days out of that grand and dreary sickbed, his shaking limbs will not obey him. Just when he thinks he’s got the sash right, it falls from his shoulder, pooling ruby-red on the floor. He can’t bend to get it, not without the cane, which he left across the room. It wouldn’t do, Ocato said carefully, for the people to see their new Emperor so frail.

“Stubborn as ever,” says Tanis, from where he glowers in a gilded chair, already in his finery. “I’ll call the tailors back.”

“Don’t.” Martin gathers yards of linen into his arms, tugging sharply when it catches; realizes with dismay that Cat has pounced upon the trailing hem. “I’ve half a mind to throw this in the hearth and be crowned in my bedrobe.”

“If I have to look the part,” Tanis replies, the words pushed out like splinters, “so do you.”

“It’s an empty title, Tan, nothing is expected of you. Purely ceremonial. It’s only meant as an honor.”

“Honor,” he spits. “Yes, they’ll honor me so they can stomach me; they’ll have me kneel as if I’m the one indebted, and swear this and that, and make some holy vow to that dragon god of yours, the one that nearly cooked your brains—”

“Tanis.” Martin pulls fruitlessly at the fabric. Cat sinks her claws in, shredding the fine weave.

“I told you I’d swear no vows to the Empire. I told you. Higher and deeper, priest, once they've got their hooks in—”

“Tanis.” Cat has her prey in a death roll now; her back paws kick furiously at the gold tassel trim. “You needn’t accept Ocato’s offer.”

Gingerly, Martin lifts one foot to kick at the air, in hopes of shooing her off, but his bones scream in protest and his knee buckles and he realizes with resignation that in a moment he will be a puddle on the floor, just like the ruined cloth—

“But I will accept.” The voice sounds just above him. A hand catches his arm as he’s halfway down, pulls him back to standing, guides his shaking fingers to the handle of the cane. “Because you asked me to.”

With a deft and practiced hand— only one, the other arm is in a sling, silver silk to match the trim on his elegant suit— Tanis folds the cloth to hide the snagged threads and circles him, winding him up like a drop-spindle. The Emperor’s vestments are draped and tucked and secured, the tassels sit exactly as they should.

Tanis inspects his work, mouth tight. Then he looks Martin full in the face. “Do it here,” he says, his expression solemn. “This way I’ll— just do it now.”

And while Martin stammers, the other man— the storied Hero of Kvatch, the Arch-Mage looking every bit a dread sorceror in his dark suit and spangled half-cape— drops to one knee and bows his head, the very picture of chivalry.

Then he opens his mercenary mouth. “And don’t go calling on that old bitch Akatosh. You tell him to keep his grubby claws to himself from here on.”

“The holy vow is— well, it’s the crux of the thing, I’m afraid. Who do you suggest I invoke? Azura, or—”

“Oh, get on with it, for fuck’s sake,” Tanis mutters.

Martin can make do with what he’s given. “Tanis Irathi, do you swear,” he intones gravely, “this and that?”

Tanis shoots him a befuddled glance— then bows his head once more, hiding a grin. “And the other,” he affirms.

No sword with which to strike these heroic shoulders, so he taps his cane to either side of Tanis’s neck. “Let this be the last blow you receive unanswered.” No gods to bear them witness, so he proclaims: “Arise, Champion of Cyrodiil, and go forth and defend the helpless, for Fuck's sake.”

No courtly crowd to hail the new-made knight as he stands, only their laughter ringing off the grand vaulted ceiling. They clutch each other and cackle like a pair of gulls. It's laden, this laughter, with absurdity, with victory, with sheer relief. Battered beneath all their frippery, with only Fuck to call upon in their times of need; and yet, here they are. If not whole, at least alive.

Cat watches the commotion with eyes wide and ears flicked back in alarm. What a sight they must be, the Emperor and his knight.

#tes oblivion #elder scrolls #martin septim #hero of kvatch #oc: tanis #ray writes

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Keith Howell - Chapter 22 Romantic - Summary

I pretty much have no idea what I’m doing. I don’t trust me, and you shouldn’t either. This summary is not guaranteed to be accurate, it’s mostly written for myself to follow along with the route.

Emma has been taken hostage by Keith’s Evil Uncle Fernand and locked away in a mansion on what must be the top floor. If she stripped the bed and tied every linen, she could find in the room end to end, she would never be able to make a rope that would bring her even close to the ground.

But she could make a rope that reached her to the window of the room below hers.

Emma looks down at the dizzying height, looking at the river rushing by directly beneath her. She grabs the fireplace poker and lowers herself to the next floor and breaks open the window.

Her rope-burned hands smarting, Emma tries and then successfully opens the new room’s door to a wide hallway. There is no one around, almost suspiciously so, and although Emma is afraid, she continues forward. She rushes towards the stairs she can see at the end of the corridor.

A soldier appears out of a blind corner and upon noticing her, yells at her to stop. Emma runs faster, knowing that if she was caught, she would not be able to escape. Even though she runs with all her might, she can hear the soldier’s footsteps come closer and closer.

When she passes another nook in the corridor, there are several more soldiers waiting. This is when Emma slips and falls on the carpet. She got so far, but now she’s going to be caught for sure.

A new voice shouts out for everyone to stay back, that they’re frightening Emma. Emma realizes it was coming from the stairway she was heading for and sees someone knocking down soldiers with his bare fists, cloak fluttering with movement. Emma stands up, trying to comprehend what she’s seeing.

He looks like Keith; his voice sounds like Keith’s, but his demeanor is completely different.

Keith calls out to her and embraces Emma, his body as hot as if he had a fever. She is enveloped by the smell of forest and trees. She realizes that this is Nice!Keith with her, and the fear and tension in her chest seem to fade away.

Emma tells Keith that she missed him, and Keith notes that she didn’t seem surprised to see him. Emma replies that she never doubted that he would come and rescue her. Keith thanks her for believing in him.

Keith breaks their embrace to look over Emma, asking if she is okay. Emma lets his kindness permeate her heart. She admits to being shoved around a little bit but assures him that she is fine. Her voice fades as she gets a good look at Keith’s clothes, and how much blood was on them. She asks Keith where he is injured, and if he’s okay to go onward.

Very awkwardly, Keith admits that this is not his blood. He apologizes for frightening her and then apologizes for not taking her into consideration when he barged into the hallway.

(Only Keith would apologize for rescuing someone)

Thanks to the books she read, Emma has envisioned the heroic prince rescuing the captive maiden plenty of times. However, she never imagined that he would be so bloody and obviously violent.

However, Emma is pleased to know that Keith isn’t wounded. If he had gotten seriously hurt, especially on her behalf, that would have been far worse than anything he would have done to rescue her. Keith tells her not to worry about him, and just focus on herself. But he’s thankful to her for being happy to see him.

Keith soothes Emma’s hair, arranging it out of its disheveled state. Emma thinks that his face looks very troubled, and she thinks about how easily he puts off concern about himself.

Keith asks Emma if she recognized anyone in the mansion. Emma tells him about his uncle Fernand, and the other man whom she recognized from Sonia’s party, but she doesn’t know his name. Keith muses that the other person would probably be the owner of the mansion, a Duke who was a fervent supporter of his younger brother.

Keith knows that the Duke hates him, but it is difficult to accept that he joined Fernand’s supporters. Emma thinks back to the look of hatred on the Duke’s face back at Sonia’s party. Keith looks bitter and resigned to the circumstances.

Emma asks Keith how he came into the mansion, and Keith tells her that he can’t tell Emma about it. He glances at the sword at his waist, and Emma looks too, seeing how it was especially bloody, saturating the clothes at his waist. It occurs to Emma that Keith came to this mansion alone, and wonders what he went through to reach her. Without thinking, Emma reaches out to hold Keith’s hand, and her hand is held back.

It’s so strange. This fight was not at all quiet, but neither Fernand nor the Duke appeared to investigate. In addition, there are no other soldiers coming their way. It’s like the calm before the storm.

Keith suggests they take advantage of this and just leave. They walk swiftly but alertly through the remainder of the hallway, with no sign of anyone coming. Emma wonders if they’ll just be lucky and escape the mansion without running into anyone else.

A voice from a closed room calls out, begging for help.

Emma and Keith both come to a stop, and check in with each other that they definitely heard the voice. They approach the door and can hear a plaintive voice definitely calling out for help out of a door that was held shut with a chain.

Without hesitating, Keith unwraps the chain. Even though he doesn’t know what is inside, he doesn’t hesitate to help, something Emma admires about him. It suits him, as the future King of Jade, to not even consider ignoring the voice.

Keith tells Emma to stay out of the room and in the hallway. There’s a good chance this is a trap, and if he’s right, she needs to run to the stairway and escape the mansion. There are people outside who can help her, as long as she escapes.

Emma tells Keith that she understands, she will escape, find these helpful people, and bring them back. Keith tells her that she’s mistaken, he wants her to run away, but Emma refuses. When they run away from the mansion, they’ll run away together. She refuses to leave Keith alone if he needs help. Reluctantly agreeing, Keith finishes unwinding the chain and drops it to the floor, and then opens the doors.

Inside the room is a man lying on the floor, wearing the uniform of a Rhodolite servant. He is bound by both hands and feet, completely unable to move. Keith recognizes him as the missing messenger, the one who kidnapped Emma.

The messenger pleads with them, they have his daughter and were threatening her if he didn’t obey. Keith asks if he means Fernand, and the messenger nods with tears in his eyes. Keith asks if he’s willing to testify in front of the king, and the messenger agrees, as long as Keith saves him before Fernand kills him.

Looking dubious, Keith unsheathes his sword and cuts the rope. Emma considers the situation, wondering why Fernand didn’t kill this messenger. To put it bluntly, he has no value alive to Fernand, and is a loose end.

Once he could move, the messenger rushed to the entrance at full speed, nearly barreling over Emma just beyond the entrance. He slams the doors shut, wrapping the handles in the discarded chain. Emma yells out for him to stop; Keith is still in the room. She grabs the messenger’s hand, but he shoves her away strongly, apologizing all the while.

Behind her, a familiar voice praises the messenger.

From the beginning, they had known that there was a chance that this was a trap. So the praise and the applause from behind her do not surprise Emma. She turns to face Fernand and the Duke. From behind the door, Keith shouts at Emma to run away, before coughing.

Fernand tells Emma that it’s fine if she leaves, her only purpose was to lure Keith here, to this very room. Emma asks what Fernand is doing to Keith.

Poison. Right now, there is poison slowly being pumped into the room through the air vents. He imagines that Keith has about 10 minutes left. Emma goes cold and quickly turns to unwrap the chains from the doorknob, ignoring the messenger’s broken apologies.

Neither Fernand nor the Duke do anything to stop her. If anything, they’ve backed away from her.

Once Emma gets the doors opened, Keith slowly exits, warning Emma to stay back. He collapses to the floor, the poison already circulating through his system. Even though Emma tries to get closer to him, he holds up a hand to stop her.

Fernand is amazed, to be able to move that much despite the poison showing how monstrously big and healthy Keith truly is. Keith agrees that being big and healthy is something he’s good at.

With a flat voice, Fernand laments that his nephew is going to die now. He is sad, even though Keith did try to assassinate the king, no one deserves the agony of prolonged death via poison. He turns to the Duke beside him and asks if he would like to do the honors as revenge for the death of Keith’s younger brother.

Emma shouts for them to stop, and Fernand tells her to stay out of this. Behind her, Keith stumbles back to his feet, his fighting spirit not yet gone. Speaking of which, shouldn’t Alter!Keith have taken control by now? A glance tells her Nice!Keith is still in control.

Keith proclaims his innocence, announcing that he refuses to die here. He calls out to Emma, asking if she remembers what they discussed earlier. Emma recalls their discussion about finding help outside the mansion and assures him that she does remember. However, it is a bad plan, she’s not going to be able to get help in enough time to save him.

Besides, if she leaves, Keith will have to handle two – no – three people. Instead, Emma turns to Fernand; she knows he’s the type who would already have the antidote prepared. The method of delivery for the poison was haphazard, with a high chance of accidents. Even if he didn’t care for the servants, she has no doubt that Fernand would preserve his own safety at the very least.

Well, Emma is right. Is this what she wants? Fernand holds out a vial from his pocket, laughing. Emma is a little surprised, she hadn’t realized that he would carry it on her.

Fernand will give it to her, but only if Emma becomes his mistress. Right here, and right now. Before she can say anything, Keith tells Emma to reject it.

Pulling out his sword, Keith hurls himself towards Fernand, who parries Keith with his own sword at the last minute. Even though his life is at stake, even though he is weak with poison, Keith is evenly matched with Fernand. However, his complexion was pale, and Emma wonders if he will collapse at any moment.

While fighting, Keith calls out to Emma and repeats that she cannot accept Fernand’s offer. He would die if he saw Emma forcing herself to endure Fernand’s attentions for his sake. Besides, Fernand is a liar and wouldn’t save Keith and would instead just toy with Emma.

Still fighting, Fernand praises Keith. Even though he is stupid and a failure, he does understand Fernand’s plans.

For the first time in Emma’s life, a strong anger wells up from within.

Fernand has one last lesson for his stupid nephew. He breaks away from Keith and opens a window in the hallway as the Duke engages Keith. Emma realizes too late what Fernand is intending, and her mind goes blank as her body moves on its own.

Fernand has no need for the antidote any longer.

The vial is thrown out the window like trash. Emma recalls the river she saw beneath the mansion – the vial won’t just hit the ground, but it will be washed away. Desperate to save Keith, Emma reaches and jumps out the window.

From behind, she can hear Keith shout at her to stop.

#keith howell #ikemen prince #ikepri #keith route #main route

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Canadian Freedom Or Hibernation Heartsick Chapters 1-3

Chapter 1 Grizz’s Solidarity Forthcoming

Panda and Ice Bear took Grizz to one spot of the San Francisco forest after he put on his blindfold from home. They’ve been hiding the surprise from his brother for days, preventing him from anywhere in the forest especially San Francisco ever since they released all the bears from Agent Trout. A lot has changed since bears were fully accepted in society and it wasn’t easy for them to set up the surprise for their brother.

“Are we almost there?” Grizz asked.

“Yes, just keep walking.” Panda smiled.

“Still can’t believe I haven’t spent days in the forest.”

“Trust us, it’ll be worth it.”

“Ice Bear doesn’t mess with surprises.” Ice Bear commented.

They made their way to their destination where a fire took place. In no time, Panda and Ice Bear stopped Grizz in place as Ice Bear untied the blindfold.

“SURPRISE!!!” Chloe, her parents, Darrell, his wife Sofia, Lucy, her brother and boyfriend Clifford and Kale, Ranger Tabes, The Poppy Rangers, Griff, Tom, Isaac, Amanda, Samantha, Kazumi, and Karla shouted, catching Grizz by surprise.

“Wow!” Grizz reacted.

“Happy Bear Solidarity Day!” Panda cheered as the bears, small and big, jumped out of the brushes. They walked up to Grizz and they roared softly, not loud to disturb him.

“Happy Bear Solidarity Day?”

“It’s a holiday Panda and Ice Bear made back in San Francisco a week ago.” Chloe smiled.

“They’re celebrating the holiday over there, but it’s way better doing it here.” Ranger Tabes added.

Grizz teared up from the sight itself. His friends, brothers, and bears are celebrating a holiday they earned. “This is awesome!”

“You bet!” Griff and Kale replied.

Grizz and his brothers sat down next to the fireplace while the other bears sat next to the other humans. “I never thought we would get our very own holiday!”

“Believe me, it wasn’t easy to make it a holiday.” Panda giggled.

“It’s a long story.” Lucy replied.

“I’m still surprised you managed to get a holiday thanks to a heroic rescue.” Karla commented. “I wasn’t there when you three came back.”

“Surprised you didn’t see it on TV.” Darrell turned to her. “Everyone saw it.”

“I was out of the city.”

“Ohh, that’s right.” Grizz remembered. “You took a trip to Los Angeles for a week.”

“It was the closest place I could take a vacation.”

This gave Grizz a thought when it came to him and his brothers escaping even if it was anything but a vacation. “If you had to escape a corrupt government agent, you would probably have to go far away from California.” Sofia added.

“The bears did tell me their story and about Agent Trout, it’s just it was my first vacation in almost a decade.”

“Not that we blame you, it’s Trout we’ve been worrying about.” Panda replied.

The bear cubs hid behind Amanda’s leg in fear, still remembering how intimidating Agent Trout was. The panda girl picked one of them up, hugging to give it comfort from fear. “We all have a lot to think about but all that matters is that he's arrested and he’s not gonna be released from jail anytime soon.” She nuzzled on the cub.

“I still can’t believe you almost went to Canada.” Clifford replied. “Even if it wasn’t by choice.”

Grizz did tell them why they couldn’t go to Canada, but he didn’t plan out what their new life would’ve been. He wasn’t sure if they were safe, but in the current duration, he and his brothers were far from harm. “I only glorified the idea of going to Canada with my brothers. But we never stepped foot in the land because we did not have passports.”

“Ice Bear never experienced Royal Canadian Mounted Police.” Ice Bear commented.

“Not to mention there’s more bears there from what I saw online.” Chloe replied.

This gave Karla a thought, knowing how Canada has a variety of bears in the high north. She sat by the bears, taking them by notice. “Do you want to go to Canada?” She asked. “Even after everything that happened?”

Grizz and his brothers looked at the bears all wanting to know their answer. “If we had passports…” Soon everyone paid attention to Grizz. “...we still don’t know what life is like there.”

“Life in Canada looks good from the outside.” Diaz replied. “On the inside…”

“It’s a wonderful world to explore.” Murphy added.

The Poppy Rangers loved the idea of going to Canada, but Ranger Tabes still feels unsure. “It is but do you know what adventure it would be like?” She pointed at the bears.

“That’s a great question.” Kale commented.

“You went through a lot.” Tom added. “Everywhere you go, something happens.”

“There’s no avoiding it.” Samantha added.

The bears remembered their journeys, endless and endless journeys even from their house alone. But in a new environment like Canada, they don’t even know what the unexpected would be like.

“I guess we could try giving it a shot but we still need time.” Grizz answered.

“Adventure or experience, we need to plan out before…obviously.” Panda still remembers the whole passport problem.

“Ice Bear qualifies blueprint odyssey.” Ice Bear spoked.

“That’s fine.” Lucy smiled. “Just remind us when you're ready.”

“We'll come if you do, even if it requires passports.” Griff replied.

“Isaac all the way.” Isaac added.

The bears and friends returned to their holiday as they ate marshmallows, heating them over the fireplace. Soon the other bears allowed The Poppy Rangers, Chloe, and Clifford to ride on their backs along with cubs in the front and back. Bear Solidarity Day put the bros back in the mood, hanging out with their friends and how the changed society improved their lives. When it comes to their plans, they get back to that when they head back to their home.

Chapter 2 Mom App In Motion

When everyone left the forest, the bears returned back to their home. When Charlie came over, Grizz, Panda, and Ice Bear sat together on their sofa, thinking about their plan after telling Charlie their time with their friends.

“Canada?” Charlie blinked. “You three want to go there?”

“Yes, but we still need to plan this out.” Panda answered. “Passports are the first goal.”

“And taking people along.” Grizz remembered. “We really need to work out some of their schedules.”

Ice Bear knew he would take Chloe along, but there’s one person he wanted to bring, knowing it’ll take weeks until he reunites with her. He made a promise to himself to show her to his brothers but he didn’t know when the time was right.

“Ice Bear?” Grizz taped on Ice Bear’s shoulder. “Thinking of someone to bring along?”

Ice Bear nodded. “Ice Bear will show you tonight.”

Charlie crossed his arms, while looking at the ground. He wanted to come along, but at the same time, he still hasn’t got over his fear of being around humans. “Aren’t you gonna miss me if you do go?”

“Charlie, even if you do come along, you haven’t met all of our friends.” Grizz spoked.

“I was with a few of them when you came back.”

“Yeah up until you headed back to the forest.” Panda recalled.

“I didn’t have anything to do, even when you’re accepted in society, I just wanted to keep my distance from humans. I can’t let go of my fear.”

The bears wanted to help Charlie, but they’re aware how sensitive he is. Aside from Ranger Tabes, they still feel unsure about helping him meet their friends one by one. “We will miss you.” Grizz replied.

“Sorry bears, if only I can figure out a way to work out my problem.”

“It’s not like you couldn’t control your fear.” Panda replied. “I had fears I couldn’t let go.” As they got back to their Canada plan, there was only one way to resolve their passport problem. “Do you think we need someone to help us?”

“What do you mean?” Grizz asked.

“Like having someone to help out with the passports? Not to mention getting us in Canada? Our friends may be willing to come but if they can’t get their own passports on their own, we won’t be able to have our Canada adventure.”

“Ice Bear can’t get through the massive barrier.” Ice Bear commented.

Grizz couldn’t disagree. After the journey he and his brothers went through after being forced to leave San Francisco, they didn’t want the same set back to ruin everything all over again. Then an idea came to Grizz. “Panda, do you still have that Mom App?”

Panda blinked from the idea, he took out his phone while looking at the apps until the one his brother just mentioned. “Yes.” He responded. “I forgot to delete it.”

Grizz took the phone from Panda while pressing the Mom App. “We picked three moms while having one mom…get punished since we couldn’t cancel her.”

“You couldn’t cancel her?” Charlie asked.

“We called her mother, but it had nothing to do with cancel culture.” Panda answered.

When Grizz looked through the section of moms up until the one he picked last time. “This could work.” Grizz showing his brothers a picture of Gayle. “She could take care of not only our passports, but some of our friends too.”

“Wait, should we think about this? You know she embarrassed us and she’ll have to come with us.”

“It’ll be the only way to get to Canada. We can at least reason with her, she can be more than a mom.”

Panda and Ice Bear wanted to believe him, but they wished there’s another way. If they had the choice of picking a different mom, they would get themselves into the same predicament as before. But they agree that out of the three moms they picked, Gayle was the best.

“Okay, but there’s no going back.” Panda sighed.

“Ice Bear prays he doesn’t take violin lessons.” Ice Bear said, taking the risk.

“Charlie, you need to leave right now, the moment we press the button, she’ll be right at the front door.” Grizz pointed at the door.

“Okay.” Charlie makes his way to the back door of the house. “Good luck with your trip to Canada.”

“We'll find something to give you when we get back.”

Charlie felt a little better from their gesture before he headed out, finding a different route to prevent getting attention. Grizz pressed the button on the phone and in no time, Gayle knocked on their door. Like before, they walked up to the door as Grizz opened it, revealing Gayle.

“Oh it's you boys again.” She cheered. “Let’s throw a party to celebrate-”

“No! No! No! No!” Both Grizz and Panda shouted.

Ice Bear pulled Gayle inside while closing the door, placing her on the sofa. “Whoa! Then we can play party video games!”

“Maybe later, but please don’t do anything!” Grizz walked in front of Gayle.

“We support your supportiveness, but do it when we need it.” Panda added. “Even though…that’s not why we wanted you.”

Gayle felt confused after listening to the honesty from the bears. “Then what do you really want from me?”

Grizz sighed while telling the truth. “We want you to help us and our friends…to get passports to Canada.”

Gayle remained silent from the answer she received. She wasn’t happy, but she wasn’t mad either. All she wanted to do is support her boys with her part of the family, while in actuality, she’s only part of an app for services. “Do you love your mom?”

The bears looked at each other, not wanting to hurt her feelings. “Yes.”

“We’re doing activities in Canada. If you help us, we'll do anything to prove to you we love you.” Panda replied.

“Ice Bear won’t keep moms in the dark.” Ice Bear said.

“Well it’s not that I don’t like Canada, it’s just doing passports is the last thing I would want to do.” Gayle speaking honestly. “What kind of trip would it be like in Canada?”

“It’ll…be an adventure!” Grizz coming up for the solution. “We’re maybe separated in groups, but you will have a great adventure.”

“You can hang out with our friends. They’re really fun to be around.” Panda said.

Gayle found the idea appealing, especially with the surprises coming her way. Even a mother who takes their pride seriously, it still wouldn’t hurt to make friends if she helps coming along. She got up from the sofa, walked towards the bears while giving them a big hug.

“I love seeing my boys have their adventures!” She cheered. “Even if I’m not gonna be around for all of you three, you can still tell me everything that happened.”

“So you’re gonna help us with the passports?” Grizz wondered.

“You bet I am!”

“Great, we’re sending you to Ranger Tabes and The Poppy Rangers to help them out, after we play party video games!”

“Oh!”

As Grizz turned on his video game system, he gave Gayle her controller and so did Panda. Just when he’s about to give Ice Bear his controller, he made his way to the kitchen. “Ice Bear, it won’t be family without you.”

Ice Bear turned around before heading into the kitchen. “Ice Bear needs an important item before Ice Bear forgets.”

“Oh that’s right, we don’t want to leave a single friend out from the adventure.”

“We’re waiting for y'all.” Panda added.

Ice Bear entered the kitchen while opening the refrigerator. He’s thankful Grizz and Panda didn’t find out soon but his time ran out when the unexpected happened. He took out the necklace, from someone who they forgot to bring, and Ice Bear kept it to himself since. He however doesn’t know if Grizz and Panda will catch on if they meet the person, especially Chloe, who he wanted to tell her about it. He’s lucky enough to get the person’s phone number the last time he crossed paths, but he’s unsure if the person’s willing to accept the trip to Canada.

Chapter 3 Icy B’s Undercover Ally

Later in the night, Ice Bear took Grizz, Panda, Isaac and Chloe to the destination he usually goes during nighttime. Unlike him and Isaac, Grizz, Panda, and Chloe were too tired, planning to go to sleep. They never bothered Ice Bear’s daily nights out, but they were never those types. When they tried to follow him, they couldn’t keep up with Ice Bear riding on Roomba.

“Icy B.” Grizz yarned. “I appreciate you getting your closest friend to come along, but is it really necessary to do it this late?”

Ice Bear turned around while maintaining his balance on Roomba. “Yes.” He responded.

“I have to go to bed, Ice Bear.” Chloe trying to keep her eyes open. “I also need to work out my problem of heading to Canada too.”

“We still have time, but can we not do this at night?” Panda added.

Ice Bear and his group entered the hidden ally only he went to from time to time. He got off Roomba as he knocked on the door but no one responded like last time. He expected the bouncer to answer but after ten seconds, it felt like he wasn’t by the door.

“Hm!” Ice Bear reacted.

“Isaac senses no one’s taking the job as bouncer.” Isaac commented.

Ice Bear looked at the door while eavesdropping on it. He didn’t hear everything from the other side, as if no one’s inside. Then he decided to push the door as it opened, learning it was unlocked the whole time. They all entered inside with all the lights off. Ice Bear clapped twice to have Roomba turn on its flashlight capability.

“I don’t think anyone’s here.” Chloe looked around.

“Are those computers?” Panda pointed.

“And a coffee bar?” Grizz added.

Ice Bear went to the electric switches, turned off when the employees usually keep them on. He turned them on as the red leon lights of the word Coffee lit up. The green lights turned on around the bar, while the computers slowly turned on, taking everyone by surprise.

“So what is the person you wanted us to meet?” Grizz asked.

“Yana.” He responded.

“Who’s Yana?” Panda asked.

Ice Bear then opened the necklace, showing his bros and friends the picture of her and their parents. He pointed at her underneath, her father as they looked at her closely. “How old is that picture?” Chloe asked.

“Twenty years old.” Ice Bear answered.

“Really? How do you know what she looks like now?”

Then they heard the door being pushed open, taking their attention and so did Ice Bear as he closed the necklace. When she saw Ice Bear in person, she wasn’t fazed at all, especially his group with two bears. “Ice Bear never forgets human faces.”

Isaac took notice from the lady with purple highlights in her black hair with a tattoo on her arm. When she walked up to the group, she looked down at Chloe, taking her by surprise. “You must be Yana right?” She backed away a little.

“You catch on quick from him, huh?” Yana smirked.

Ice Bear then walked up to her while handing her the necklace. “Ice Bear kept personal belongings.”

“You had my necklace this whole time?” She took her necklace from him. “I thought I lost it.” She opened it, and witnessed her photo of two parents.

“Wow, an undercover dude.” Grizz commented. “That’s an interesting friend you have, Icy B.”

Ice Bear didn’t want to retort to his brother, but he knew he won’t get the real truth from what his night outs are like. “Ice Bear, brothers, and friends are going to Canada. Ice Bear wants to know if you want to come.” He offered.

“Canada?” Yana responded. “Seems an odd place to go after the many places we went.”

“You went to different places?” Chloe took notice.

“Yes. Places all over the globe, Tokyo, just to name one of them.”

“Tokyo!?” Panda reacted. “Why didn’t you tell us Ice Bear!?”

“Okay, let’s not get over our heads.” Grizz pulling Panda away. “But still, you didn’t tell us about this?”

“Ice Bear wants to be a solo adventurer.” Ice Bear responded.

“Isaac was overthrown by a world traveling bear.” Issac replied.

Yana laughed from Ice Bear’s bros. “I have to say your bros are kind of funny. Not to mention your friend there seems to qualify for missions.” She stared at Isaac. “As for your offer, I’ll take it. Besides from how our troubles got last time, it’s better to go somewhere that isn’t a deathtrap.”

This caused Ice Bear to place his paws on his face, causing his brothers to take notice. “On second thought, it’s better if you never told us what you’ve been doing over night.” Panda awkwardly grinned.

“Why is this coffee place closed with the door unlocked?” Grizz asked.

“I had to quit my job and the people who used to work here abandoned this place due to…Barry finding out where I work.” Yana sighed. “Granted I wish he and his goons would leave me alone, but I knew it would just get uglier.”

“Just hearing the name Barry is someone I really don’t want to meet, just like how I met Agent Trout.” Chloe commented which caused Yana to lean down.

“I’ve heard of him and I saw Ice Bear on TV when I was at a bar. Haven’t heard of him since you came back.” She looked up at Ice Bear while back at Chloe. “If you saw me and him together, we would make an unstoppable team.”

Chloe looked back to Ice Bear, from time to time, they’ve done so much together but when it comes to missions, she looked at Roomba. She wished she experienced what Ice Bear accomplished, but living on the verge of danger is the last thing she wanted. But her attention was turned to Yana’s necklace, remembering her parents. “Do you remember the last time you met your parents?”

“Not much, life was different when I was with them and it changed when I came here.”

“It’s sad that your mom and dad aren’t gonna be in Canada.” Grizz spoked. “I believe it would make your time there.”

“It’s not like I was expecting more. If there's a will there’s a way of getting away from Barry.”

When Ice Bear looked at Roomba, he planned on bringing it along, but was having second thoughts. If Barry is still in San Francisco, he could find his home and rob it. But if he does bring it, he could encounter him with him being a step ahead of him. However with Yana by his side, she’s right about him and her being an unstoppable team. And with Isaac by his side, he has no problem telling him everything.

“Ice Bear makes sure our trip is harm free.” He responded.

“I’ll pack up and I’ll come when you’re ready.” Yana smiled. Just when she’s about to head out, she turned around. “By the way, I found your little kid my favorite.” As she headed out, it caused Chloe to smile a bit.

“Looks like I’m gonna be making a friend in Canada.” Chloe replied. “If I can still resolve to go to Canada.”

“We’re still working it out.” Grizz looked at Chloe. “Do you need to convince your college principals your trip to Canada is important?”

“They wanted me to do research in Canada, but I turned it down. Too much work for me to handle nor have fun.”

“You could write a story about your experiences in Canada.”

“Yeah, it’s still an adventure and it’s also your adventure.” Panda added.

“Ice Bear’s happy to read Chloe’s Canada adventure.” Ice Bear replied.

“Okay, I’ll tell them that.” Chloe smiled. “That’s something I would have fun to do.”

“I do want you to meet someone tomorrow. Ranger Tabes, Griff, and Karla are gonna come also. If he wants to come, that is.” Grizz placed his paws on his body. “I still can’t believe you haven’t heard of him yet.”

“Isaac is aware of celebrity animals, but never knew them personally.” Isaac commented.

“I can tell he won’t like Ranger Tabes at all.”

“I’m still looking forward to meeting him. Especially since I might make a friend with someone we just met.” Chloe said.

“Trust us, he’s not gonna be like Yana.” Panda replied. “Anyway, we should head home. Me, Lucy, Clifford, Kale, Kazumi, and Tom are gonna go to Amanda’s house first thing in the morning.”

The Bears and two humans left the coffee building as Ice Bear took Chloe home, the same way he did after the camping day he had not too long ago. The moment he arrives in Canada with Yana by his side, he’ll be prepared if any foe similar to Barry or Trout gets in his way.

#we bare bears #grizz #panda #ice bear #fanfiction #chloe park #Lucy #Ranger Tabes #cartoon network #Charlie #Amanda #Karla #canada #Darrell

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roguelioness · 2 years

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you said forever (and I almost bought it)

Fandom: Wayfarer

Pairing: (implied) Zayah Medrash/Aeran Kellis

Rating: T (angst)

Words: 1626

(read on AO3)

Nineteen, at last.

Zayah looks to where Aeran is surrounded by a group of people, several of them clapping his back and toasting him with tankards of ale. He catches her gaze, eyes bright and face flushed, and grins broad and wide. She replies in kind, hummingbird wings fluttering in her sternum at the attention.

Nearly a decade of training, and here they are at last, Wayfarers in every sense of the word.

Her smile drops, vanishes from her face as though it has been wiped away, and apprehension creeps into her stomach like a thief.

They’ll go their separate ways now, she and Aeran, as is the way for the Order. No more sneaking into the kitchens together in the dead of night. No more exploring the ruins in the basement, or grumbling at the books they had to read, or pelting each other with snowballs. No more climbing their way onto the roof after dinner to smoke the dreamweed she’d pilfered from Sero, talking about the vague, heroic dreams they wanted as their future.

No more chances for blushing, hesitantly stolen kisses beneath the starlit sky.

The air in the hall becomes stifling, and she flashes a quick, strained smile to Vesdon as they make their way towards her before fleeing to the balcony. The cold night air slaps at her face, and is a welcome respite from the sudden downturn her thoughts have taken.

Taking a deep breath, she lets it out slowly through pursed lips. The southern lights seem to be in full form tonight, as though they too wish to celebrate with the Spire’s inhabitants. The forest below is quiet and still, the tips of the brush-like canopy generously bathed with the moon’s gentle silver light.

For years she’s dreamed of this day, and now that it is finally here…

Zayah drums her fingers on the railing, a nervous tic she’s been unable to break. Now that they’ve graduated, they will be cast out into the world to seek their own path. She’s known this, of course - it has been drilled into her over and over. Wayfarers travel the world, and travel it alone.

I need more time, the desperate thought dries out her throat. More time with him. Aeran is her best friend, yes, but he’s more than that; he’s settled into the marrow of her bones in a way she cannot understand or explain, only accept. Sero wouldn’t approve of her line of thinking; they’ve drilled independence and self-sufficiency into her, and she’s learned the lessons, but…

Vesdon finds their way next to her. They bump their shoulder against hers, and give her a warm smile that shows off the sharpened points of their canines. “So,” they begin conversationally. “It’s finally happened, huh? Never thought that small, clumsy elf who nearly cried when she heard of Sero’s gauntlet would graduate.”

“Oh, ha ha. Very funny.” The pendant is warm and heavy in the valley of her breasts, and her wrist itches from the fresh tattoo.

“Shouldn’t you be in there celebrating? I hear Etris brought a flagon of wine all the way from Tol Covere just for you.”

Zayah flushes at the mention of Etris. The half-melusine - who is a few years older than her - was always polite and cordial while she was an apprentice, but the last time she saw him - a year and a half ago - there had been something in his gaze that sent sparks down her spine.

“I doubt it,” she retorts. “He just got back from hunting that slaad near Lake Parthia.”

“Oh, so you’ve been keeping tabs on him, have you?” Vesdon’s eyes twinkle with mirth.

Her flush deepens. “He was telling me about it earlier, that’s all.”

They fall into an easy silence. Finally, she asks them the question she’s been itching to ask someone all evening. “What happens next?”

Vesdon glances at her, the grin on his face sputtering out at her somber expression. From the hall behind them comes a crash, followed by great whooping and cheering. They both turn to find–

Aeran kissing a woman.

Everything around her falls into sharp, stark silence. The world blurs except for the sight of Aeran and– Meira, she thinks dimly, he’s kissing Meira, he’s kissing Meira… her chest constricts painfully tight, every muscle locked in place, and she wants to turn away, she wants to stop looking but she can’t. seem. to. move.

“Zayah.” Vesdon’s hand on her shoulder breaks her out of her frozen state, and she can’t fully hide the anguish when she look at him. They sigh, and wrap an arm around her shoulders. “Oh, Zayah. What have you done?”

“It’s nothing,” she says thinly, her heartbreak roaring in her ears. “It’s just…” she darts a look up at them, and her shoulders slump. “It’s just a crush,” she mutters. “It doesn’t matter.”

They’re silent for a long while. When they speak, it’s in a tone so gentle it’s a wound unto itself. “You know there can be nothing more,” Vesdon says. “Who we are, what we are… you can’t hope for a normal life, Zayah. There’s no one out there for us.”

“But,” she tries to argue.

“Others have tried, before you. It never works out.” There’s something about the way he says it that makes her think he’s speaking from a place of experience. “You’re friends now. But you’ll go one way, and he another, and before you know it years have passed. And when you meet again, neither of you will be the same as you are now.” They exhale, their breath a white fog in the cold air. “There are no happy endings for us, Zayah,” they are so bitter it startles her, “the sooner you learn that, the better.” With that, Vesdon walks away, returning to the chaos in the hall, leaving her staring at his back.

When her gaze finally breaks from them, she searches the hall, a blade twisting in her gut when she finds that Aeran is nowhere to be seen.

As is Meira.

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She’s due to leave in the morning, at first light. Her pack is ready, her blade newly sharpened, and her armor is neatly stacked in a chair. She should be sleeping, but she can’t. There are too many emotions snarled in her chest, tangled up like a gordian knot, and she’s too tired to try and decipher them.

The edges of the roof tiles press into her back. She’s going to be sore come dawn, but she can’t bring herself to care. This wasn’t supposed to be this way. She was supposed to have been laughing and joking with Aeran as they packed their supplies, and in the midst of all the nervous anticipation and excitement, she would’ve worked up the courage to kiss him again, only properly this time, and it might have turned into something more, something sweeter, something better.

Instead…

Zayah tenses at the soft crunch of footsteps, then forces herself to deliberately relax. It isn’t his fault. Aeran doesn’t know how she feels, and even though there’s a sphere of polished resentment in her chest at his supposed betrayal, she knows he isn’t to blame.

“I thought you’d be playing one last prank on Sero,” he says. She can hear the smile in his voice.

“Already hidden away their favorite socks,” she replies.

“They’re not going to like that.” He grunts as he seats himself next to her.

“No,” she keeps her tone light and airy, “they won’t. That’s the point though.”

He laughs. It isn’t a kind she’s familiar with, but new and different and strange seem to have been the lessons of the past few days.

The silence between them is unfamiliar too. She can sense all the unsaid things lurking at the edge of the boundary, and wonders what they hold.

“I saw you hanging out with Etris,” Aeran says with the kind of casualness that feels forced.

“He was telling me about his last job,” she glances at him out of the corner of her eye. “I’d have called you over but,” she lifts a shoulder and drops it, “you were spending time with Meira.”

He flushes, and clears his throat awkwardly. “She’s… interesting. Did you know she’s been to Mathara?”

“No.”

She doesn’t mean to sound so harsh, but it slips out before she can stop it. Aeran frowns. “You sound like you don’t like her.”

Zayah’s fingers fold into a fist, her knuckles pressing against her thigh. “I don’t know her well enough to have an opinion.”

“Well, she's interesting," he says again, only more defensively this time. "She's seen a lot of things."

"I'm sure she has," she mutters.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She sighs, her agitation draining with the action. "Nothing," she exhales. "Look," she shifts to a sitting position and turns towards him, "I don't want to fight, okay?"

The moon lends an argent sheen to his azure eyes. "Me neither," he whispers. “Zee, I-”

“Yes?” she matches his pitch and his lean, their faces getting closer and closer with each passing second.

His gaze is a physical thing against her skin. She can feel it run along her cheekbones, down the bridge of her nose, and her lips tingle when he lingers on them. His eyes flicker back to hers, an indecipherable look in their depths. “I think we should get back down,” he pulls back with a clumsy attempt at a chuckle. “Get some rest while we can.”

The cold in her stomach isn’t from the wind. “You go ahead,” her smile is an unfamiliar territory. “I’ll be right behind you.”

There are no happy endings for us, Zayah, Vesdon’s voice reminds her sternly, the sooner you learn that, the better.

#wayfarer fic #aeran kellis/wayfarer #aeran kellis/zayah medrash #wayfarer #roguelioness writes

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bonky-n-steeb · 2 years

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loki being madly in love with you but he doesn’t know how to show it besides seggs so he fucks you within an inch of ur life and then ur like “k see u later😁” and he’s like “wait…can we cuddle🥺” and ur like “?????” and he’s forced to actually articulate his feelings for once (but it works out in the long run🙄)

Thank you so much for sending this in! This is so so so very late and I’m very sorry for that. This had been just chilling around in my drafts for months now. I hope you like this!

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petals of rose

summary || Loki’s madly in love with you but he knows only one way to show it — by fucking you.

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“She loves me… She loves me not…. She loves me…. She loves me not… She loves me…” Loki plucks the rose petal and throws it down on the bed which is already piled up with the red petals.

He had already tried with two previous roses, but they both ended with ‘she loves me not’. So he started trying once again. He hoped this would end with ‘she loves me’.

“Brother, don’t you think it’s a better idea to just tell her?” Thor was playing the role of the logical brother for the first time. “Yeah. And what if she rejects me?” Loki scoffed.

“What if she says yes?” Thor said taking in the mess of petals. “… she loves me not!… brother do you see this? This is third time it ended with ‘she loves me not.’ That means she doesn’t love me… so it’s better the way it is!” Loki said shredding the last petal.

“Oh come on! These games don’t mean anything. How would this rose know what she feels?” Loki squinted up at his brother, “You… I… Shut up! You won’t get it brother!”

Loki didn’t want to accept, but Thor was right. Those rose petals meant nothing. You might actually love him, right? Unable to clear the mess of emotions, he stormed out of the room.

~~~

“Oh fuck!” Your scream was muffled by the pillow your head was pressed in. Loki’s hand was holding down your nape as he rammed into you from behind.

His long veiny cock was deliciously rubbing your quivering walls. Your hands clutched the bedsheets tightly as he started flicking your clit.

Loki loved your profusely. But he was convinced that you didn’t reciprocate it. So he took it out the best way he knew, he fucked you, hard.

It had started at randomly when you had just kissed him impulsively and had ended up in his bed. You both regularly found yourselves tangled in the bed and then pretended to hate each other in front of the team.

“You love this, don’t you? Fucking your enemy. Now that’s not what good girls do. You filthy fucking whore.” His words were driving you crazy.

“You act all heroic in front of others, but this is just what you’re good for. All it takes for you to shut up is to fucking impale you on my cock.”

You were out of breath and tears were running down your eyes. It was all so pleasurable, you never wanted it to stop. “Loki! I’m… I’m going to cum.” Your voice was breaking with each of his powerful thrusts.

“Cum for me.” Hearing this in his thick voice was all it too for you to cum. “I can feel your cunt squeezing me so good. Yeah, milk me just like that.”

Feeling your walls convulse around him, it didn’t take much for Loki to join you soon. You writhed on the bed when you felt him fill his hot cum deep inside you.

Your sweaty sticky bodies just fell down on the bed as you both panted for breath. You both grunted as Loki removed himself and you felt a trickle of cum gush out of you. “Tha… that was good.” You said in a half dazed state.

“Hmmm…” Loki hummed in reply as he took in your wrecked form. There was just a sick kind of happiness in seeing you all fucked out just because of him.

You rolled over your back and almost got up to collect your clothes and leave his room when his hand shot up to stop you. “Wait…. Can you stay a little more.”

Loki wanted to ask for cuddles but he was too proud to say it aloud. But you were on a completely different page, “Loki I’m very tired and sore. I don’t think I can go another round.”

“No! Not another round,… just you know, laying besides each other. Umm,, can we cuddle? I mean that’s the correct word, right?” He asked awkwardly scratching his nape.

“Sure!” You excitedly jumped back into the bed and wrapped yourself around Loki. Seeing your enthusiasm somewhat confused Loki. “You’re… you’re okay with this?” He asked quizzically.

“Of course I am! I’m okay with spending a lot more time with you. But turns out I’m not the one spending their time fucking people from all over the galaxy.”

“Wait! I haven’t been with anyone else!” Loki defended himself. And it was true. Why would he be with someone else when he had you. “Really?”

It was that moment that the realisation struck both of you like a train coming at full speed. “Loki, I want you to be honest. Do you want more out of this..” you pointed towards each other, “… arrangement?”

“Yeah.” His breath left his lungs when you asked him. “Yeah I want more. A lot more out of this. Do you though?”

“Yes Loki. Why do you think I agreed to be friends with benefits with you?” You asked as you straddled him. “Because I have a big cock and I fuck better than anyone else in this whole universe?”

You rolled your eyes and smacked Loki’s chest. “Will you just stop that for like a moment. I mean yes, I did agree because you’re good in bed but the main reason was that I like you do damn much.” Loki’s eyes lit up brighter than you had seen them.

“I like you too. Like a lot… so much that I love you.” It didn’t feel as bad as he had expected when he say the way your lips stretched into a wide smile. “Oh my god Loki! I love you too.”

You kissed him again and this time it wasn’t passionate or rough, rather it was sweet and soft. Almost like an unsaid love confession. “God, I can’t wait to tell everyone.”

Well, Loki had already told about you to all the people that mattered in his life, his mother and his brother. What could he say? He got a bit excited one day. But yeah, he couldn’t wait to take you to Asgard.

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shotorozu · 3 years

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hi bae!!! deku, shoto, denki with an s/o who's like affectionate with all her friends and they get insecure and kinda jealous :( ?? tysm in advance <33

s/o that’s affectionate to friends

character(s) : midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name, L/N = last name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not specific

headcanon type : fluff, kinda angsty but there’s reassurance (x reader)

note(s) : another one i kinda held off doing because of it getting buried in the inbox sndjwkd i’m sorry for the delay! i didn’t like how denki’s turned out im so sorry

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midoriya izuku

man already knows that you’re very touchy with your friends, that’s just who you are

heck, i think before you guys started dating, you were touchy to him too! (but even more because,, you like him)

so he shouldn’t be shocked when you link onto kirishima’s arm, or when you jump to give mina a back hug

and most especially, when you poke at bakugou’s cheeks— and he just LETS YOU for some reason

he’s glad that you feel comfortable around people, considering that it’s why you’re even touchy in the first place.

but he can’t help but wonder,, is he doing enough to you? i mean, you basically do the same to him, but added the cheek, lip kisses

and the wonderful words you get to shower him in daily.

not only that, but he does tend to flush up when you try to initiate some sort of physical affection. maybe,, he’s supposed to let you be?

let you do all of that, since it makes you happy? i mean,, he supposes that he’s willing to do that.

izuku’s not a restrictive person when it comes to things like that, so he supposes that he’ll just have to ignore the weighted feeling on his shoulders despite not carrying a thing at that very moment

on the other hand, you couldn’t help but notice a change in izuku. not anything too concerning, of course

but he’d turn a blind eye— whenever you’d initiate physical affection to your other friends. he’d go silent, until it was over

eventually, you overhear a rather heartbreaking conversation between the dekusquad, and izuku himself

“deku! if you’re so down about it, then maybe you should tell Y/N about it! i don’t think they mean any harm.” you could hear uraraka console him

“correct. L/N-kun does not look like the type to be unfaithful. and even if they were, that would’ve been unacceptable behavior!”

and through out the discussion on how izuku could confront you, his s/o— he speaks abruptly

“i mean.. if Y/N is happy with being physically affectionate with their friends then,, i can’t stop them.” he says sadly, but it breaks your heart knowing that you’ve caused him to sound like this

“plus, i’m sure they have a reason to be acting that way, right?” you didn’t think how your affectionate attitude would have its effects on him

so, the next time you saw your boyfriend, you had a talk with him

“hey, honey!” he’d greet you with the usual demeanor, as if he didn’t just talk about his feelings “how are you? sorry that i was a little late, i was talking with the others!”

you smile, accepting the reason (since it’s true) “izuku, can you be honest with me?”

and this statement shocks him for a bit, “oh uhm,, yeah i can! did i do something wrong?” he scoots next to you, waiting for your reply

“does me being physically affectionate towards my friends make you,, uncomfortable?” you inquire, as straightforward as you could

he’s silent for a bit, which makes you speak again “you can be honest, it’s okay. you’re not in any trouble, zuku.” you ruffle his hair softly for comfort

then, he finally answers. “uhm,, uncomfortable isn’t the word. it’s not that i don’t trust you but,,”

“yeah?”

“i don’t trust,, me.”

this statement takes you by surprise, “oh, why?”

“i don’t trust myself that i could make you happy,” he continues “with physical affection, i mean. i understand if you weren’t, i just feel like i’m not giving you enough.”

“i understand though!” izuku continues, “whenever you initiate physical affection, i can’t help but get all staggery and nervous,” he rambles

he sounds normal, sure— but he’s not looking at you, his emerald eyes set in a downcast state

you make him face you, gently grabbing a hold of his shoulders “i’m sorry, zuku.” you press a kiss on his temples

“in truth, yes. i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with my physical affection.” you confess, “i’d see that you’d go red whenever i’d initiate something,” you tease, which gives you the exact reaction you’ve wanted

“but then,, i also didn’t think about how you felt about it. i didn’t consider the possibility of you being uncomfortable with it, so i want to apologize for that.” you lean against him, taking his hand and pressing a kiss on his palm

“if you want, i could stop it. there are other ways i could show affection to my friends anyway!” you suggest, but he shakes his head, smiling

“i appreciate it, but you don’t have to.” he reassures, “if it makes you happy then i’ll be happy.”

“is there anything else?”

“just maybe uhm,,” he trails off for a second, before continuing “give me what you give them, but multiply it by 200!” he suggests, his regular self coming back to you

you laugh, leaning forward to kiss him softly, “i love you, izuku. only you. people may receive my affection, yes— but you’re the only one that deserves all of it.”

and with that, the weight on his shoulders is lifted, and he didn’t actually have anything to worry about.

todoroki shouto

despite shouto being sometimes socially ignorant, he is a very observant person when it comes to the person he likes

so the first thing he noticed was your touchy behavior, specifically towards your friends

sure, he’s had some of that physical affection— but it was like you knew him too well. so, he received it less that the others

it doesn’t mean that todoroki disliked your physical affection. during those few times, he did tend to,, not mind it at all, when he’d usually pull them off

and it doesn’t automatically mean that you didn’t like being around todoroki, it was given that he wasn’t very big on being physical

he didn’t care, again— as long as you were happy, but then there would be this tight feeling in his chest whenever you’d run off to do it to bakugou, hugging him leisurely

or even midoriya, sometimes

so, when you guys finally confess to each other— it doesn’t appear that your physical affection towards your peers came to an end

it remained the same, and while he’s the one that received your delightful words, fully devoted love, and time— he can’t help but frown whenever he sees you latch onto kaminari

or when you sit beside midoriya and count all the freckles on his cheeks— the blush on his face being hard to ignore, in your boyfriend’s eyes.

i don’t think shouto’s a jealous person— protective is one thing, and possessive? maybe that one time, he was. but jealous? maybe not.

well, it’s not like he doesn’t trust you to stay loyal and faithful, that’s a different thing. but it’s more like,, he wants for the affection you’re giving to them

needy, that’s the word

early on, (and maybe even before you got together with shouto) it’s been established that shouto wasn’t a biggest fan of physical affection, besides hand holding, and cheek kisses for now

it makes sense to you, especially hearing about his childhood, and his father’s true colors— that are far from anything heroic.

and you definitely respect what he wants— if he wants space, you’ll comply! and if he wanted more, you’ll also be willing to comply!

that’s why you’ve been keeping things just at that— the last thing you want is making shouto uncomfortable, the concept terrifies you

but,, shouto doesn’t exactly know how to tell you that he wants more, more and more— he wants all of your affection

so, what does he do? he tells you in one exact way— he tells you what’s on his mind

and quite bluntly for that matter

the both of you have been sitting in silence for a bit, no words were exchanged. however, glances were sent towards your way

his stare has a different edge to it, as if he had something in particular he wanted to say— mouth gaping open as if he were to speak, but no words come out

“shou,” you call out to him softly, “it looks like you have something to say,” you smile at him, wanting to know what was in that head of his “you can talk to me.”

a minute flies by, and he’s still silent, and you’re about to drop the topic for good— until he finally speaks up “i don’t know what i’m feeling.”

this quirks your interest, “oh, what,, are you feeling?” what he said worries you, since it kinda sounds like he was about to deliver some bad news

“i’m,, not sure myself.” he stares down at his hands “i feel weird, whenever i see you be.. touchy around the others.”

weird, huh? “what kind of weird? could you try to explain? maybe i could pinpoint what you’re feeling.”

“i feel weird, since i haven’t experienced this before,” he breathes in, before he goes on “i feel like i want more, selfishly more. i thought i would’ve been fine with receiving minimal physical affection,”

he turns to you, heterochromatic eyes staring deep into yours “but i’m not fine with it! i want more, like what you give to the others. so that’s why,, it’s weird.”

and it suddenly dawns onto you on what he’s talking about, he’s talking about you being physically affectionate towards your friends and classmates

and how he doesn’t like it.

you frown, scooting next to him “i’m sorry you feel that way, shou.” you fix a stray piece of hair that has been misplaced, hanging near his brow

“i’m glad that you were being honest, and told me,” you cautiously hold his hand, looking at him to detect any discomfort

there’s none

“yes, i’ve been careful. i don’t wish to make you feel weird— in the bad way, and most especially uncomfortable!” he nods in understanding, he adjusts the hold on your hand, choosing to place his hand on top of yours

“and i didn’t.. think about how you would’ve felt about it. i should’ve asked you about it first.” you look at him with meaning, “‘m sorry.”

his gaze softens, and he leans closer— ever than before “it’s alright, love, no need to apologize,”

“that’s just who you are, if you show gratitude and affection with being physical, then that’s okay. i just,, want more— if that’s okay with you.” you nod, laughing softly

“i’ll give you more, if that’s what you wish. i’ll give you everything you want, whatever makes you happy.” shouto presses a kiss on your temple

“so,, does that mean you’re going to.. stop?” he asks— just because he wanted to know

“oh, if you want to, then i will.”

“you don’t have to but.. maybe tone it down?” he suggests, because although the idea of your physical affection towards your friends coming to a halt, is nice he wouldn’t admit that outloud

he doesn’t want you to stop, if that’s how you show gratitude to your friends. so, toning it down’s the best option

“i will,” you smile, “only high fives, pats on the back, and quick hugs, from now on!”

the statement makes him smile, a genuine one— he’s just glad that his concerns have a resolve now. man was just really touch starved, couldn’t blame him

kaminari denki

it took a while for him to actually start being concerned

i mean— dude’s practically the same as you. have you seen him play with ojirou’s tail? he always finds himself touching someone

whether it’d be him poking bakugou’s spiky head of hair (until he’d scream at him) or him resting his elbows on kirishima— he’s always touching someone

so, he understands if you’re going to be touchy feely with others. he actually finds it quite cute when you show your endearing side to your friends with touch (without crossing boundaries of course)

so, it was okay keyword : was

until you slowly started kissing your friends on the cheek— and it erupted,, something from within

it was so casual, that he had to process what just happened— following it up with a smile, to play it off.

he feels bad for feeling iffy about it, honest! he doesn’t have a reason to distrust you, so this feels all,, wrong for him

the gesture was definitely a gradual process. it wasn’t like you just randomly started to kiss people on the cheek— and it wasn’t like you were depriving him

so this made him think harder than he has ever thought before. maybe you were getting tired of being affectionate to him only, so you moved away from that?

or maybe you were tired of HIS affection?

maybe you were giving people affection, because they deserved it, and he didn’t? if this was the case, denki can’t complain.

denki knows he’s not smart like iida, or serious like bakugou.

but even to denki, all of that is a stretch. he’s just laying out all of the possible reasons— rational or not

and before he realized it, you knew that there was something up

denki; utterly afraid of losing you, switches from super affectionate to being isolated in his room— every single day

this is his way of experimenting with your reactions

even the bakusquad didn’t know what was up so,, yeah. there must be something bothering him.

you’re given a few ideas as to why kaminari might be acting this way, and the exact idea popped into your mind

you made him insecure

and you instantly felt bad— yes, you give all of your friends cheek kisses, and you give them to your boyfriend too!

but you didn’t realize that you would’ve potentially harmed him in the process. so, you sought out to talk to him

“hey babe,” it was just in time, your boyfriend enters through your door, “i was looking everywhere for you, you won’t believe it! i would’ve evaporated if i had to endure bakugou’s screaming one more time!”

“i was looking for you too,” you smile, ushering him to sit on your bed, “listen, i want to talk to you.”

“oh,”

“don’t worry, denki. you’re not in any trouble,” you reassure, “i just want to apologize”

it’s his turn to be confused “what? why?”

“let me ask you one thing, how do you feel about me giving people affection?”

he swallows harshly, but answers truthfully “i like it a lot, babe! i do find it cute.” he smiles, but you’re not fully convinced that his statement made it’s end

“i feel like there’s more i should know.”

“i,, yeah.” he admits, and not very gracefully “it’s— ugh! i’m sorry. i know this is really out of character for me, and i’m sorry that you have to see me feeling like,,”

“you can be honest.” you remind him briefly

“—weird. look, it’s not like your love language is weird to me. i think it’s just me being a needy idiot! and it’s not like i think you’re cheating on me!” he holds his hands up in defense

“but in a way,, i didn’t expect you to do that— you’ve only started doing it recently.”

“so it made you uncomfortable?” you’re preparing for the expected answer, ready for what’s about to be said

“,, if the shoe fits.”

seeing denki in this sort of manner gave you the biggest reality check. yes, you knew that you had something to do with his recent personality change

but you didn’t realize how much it made him question himself.

“i’m sorry, once again” you apologize, “it was wrong of me to assume you were fine with it, i just thought you’d be fine with it since well,,”

“hey, it’s okay,” denki smiles, his mood slightly better “i’m touchy too, i mean,, we both show affection physically! i’m not very surprised that you thought i was fine with it.” he brushes his thumb on your cheekbone

“i mean it, denki. i didn’t realize how much it would’ve affected you. you might not realize it, but i do.”

“it’s fineeee,” he whines playfully when you’re still upset, “Y/N, you’re affectionate, which is a trait i absolutely love. if you’re physically affectionate, that fine.”

“just uhm,,” he trails off, almost awkwardly. “maybe,, don’t bless them with your,, cheek kisses? ugh! omg there was definitely a better way to say that.”

to any other person, that would’ve been awkward— like,, really. but you understood, that’s how much you know about him

“got it, they will be exclusively for you.” you kiss him on the cheek, “thanks for being honest, denki.”

at that moment, denki’s shoulders felt lighter, and he suddenly forgot about why he even felt this way. yes, you still gave people physical affection BUT

denki kaminari still wins 😎 your kisses and ultimate tokens of affection are strictly for him

likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!

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My sweet darling @mayastormborn asked for some nonverbal Geralt:

Some non-verbal Geralt during winter, and they all allow him to just *be*? No one asks him anything, they just bring him some of his safe-foods and a drink and top it up through the day. Any conversation is through gestures though as little as possible

Well, sweetness, I hope this little thing brings you some comfort and is somewhere near what you had in mind 💕👉👈 (tho it’s not and I will try again)

1.8k words, no warnings except the obvious

No Words Required

When Geralt wakes up with the first light, the weak rays of the winter sun slowly but stubbornly bringing a new day to Kaer Morhen, he knows it is one of those days that will have to remain silent on his part. Usually, he would turn to Jaskier beside him and press a kiss to his brow to wish him a good morning, but the very thought of talking is almost enough to quicken his heartbeat and make his hands shake. No talking, then.

He closes his eyes again and tries to fall back to sleep, maybe he just needs to start this day over. He doesn’t dare to hope, but it might be worth a try.

Despite giving it another chance, his tongue still feels too heavy in his mouth when he opens his eyes again, the world around him still blurry and sharp-edged at the same time. So Geralt has no option but to accept his fate. At least for today. Only for today, he hopes.

“Good morning, my love,” comes Jaskier’s tired voice from beside him, and Geralt thanks the Gods he doesn’t believe in that he can still find happiness in this familiar tone. Grateful that not all his senses are set to overwhelm him today.

He turns to smile at Jaskier, who waits a moment, gives him a chance to say the words he doesn’t have the strength to utter today. Wants to force himself to say, but his heart, his hands, his head, they all deny him. Warn him.

And Jaskier only softens his smile and asks, as quietly as he can, “Silence day?”

Bless him. Bless this man, this wonderful man, for understanding. For knowing him well enough, for seeing, for asking.

Geralt nods, but reaches out to hold Jaskier’s hand with only a slight tremble in his fingers, afraid to find that touch will be denied, too. But the warmth of Jaskier’s skin feels good, the softness under his fingers bringing its usual comfort, and Geralt smiles at the bard’s hands.

“Touch and noise still fine, darling?” Jaskier asks anyway, despite seeing the smile he is wearing. Always asking, always reassuring. Always loving and caring. Always there.

Geralt nods and taps Jaskier’s hand twice, too.

“Would you like me to tell the others?”

Geralt hesitates, quickly calculating if he has enough strength to grunt and hum his way through the day, make enough noise for them to let it pass. But it feels wrong, and he knows they don’t judge. They all have these days, even Jaskier, and it’s always better if everyone knows.

So he nods and is rewarded with a gentle smile.

“Wonderful. And this is going to be the last complex question of the day, I know they’re hard, but technically it’s still yes-or-no? Really, it will depend on your response, uhm—“

Geralt squeezes Jaskier’s hand and regards him with an amused smile. He loves this man so much, how could he not smile even when the world is heavy around him?

“Right, sorry,” Jaskier mumbles and sits up, scratching the back of his head and looking at Geralt. “Is there anything you need? Except to not talk, and possibly the usual, you know. Anything you need, right now?”

The hand still wrapped around Jaskier’s wrist gives Geralt perfect leverage to just pull and have Jaskier land on top of him with an undignified squawk. The bard chuckles as he lies on top of Geralt, their warm chests pressed together like they were made for just this.

Jaskier hums the moment Geralt’s arms wrap around his middle, keeping the warm and comforting weight on top of him. Let the world be heavy, he thinks. I am safe right here.

“I’ve got you, love,” Jaskier promises. “And you’ve got this.”

***

The first time Geralt goes nonverbal around him, it’s a few weeks after Posada. They are returning from a contract, off to find the alderman to receive their well-deserved coin. Jaskier is prattling on about heroics and monsters and witchers, only interrupting his enthusiastic monologues to hum a tune, trying for a melody and always discarding it immediately.

He has grown used to silence beside him, looming and annoyed and stoic. Hums, at most, though they are always more like grunts, noncommittal and monotonous.

But then, suddenly, the hums stop and the Witcher’s ever-focused eyes have lost some of their shine. Jaskier notices these things — of course he does, he’s an artist after all! And Geralt has pretty eyes. But that’s beside the point.

“Geralt?” he asks, stopping in his tracks and watching the Witcher beside him. The same Witcher who doesn’t even notice that he stopped walking, eyes on the road before him, seemingly lost in thought.

“Geralt!” Jaskier calls again. Still no reply, but the Witcher finally stops. Stands. Looks at him over his shoulder. His eyes still not entirely right, and Jaskier doubts it comes from the various potions he has had last night.

“Something’s wrong,” he says, and Geralt glances around after a second, hand moving to his sword. Good, Jaskier thinks, he’s not completely out of it. “No,” he says and takes a step forward, noticing the sudden tension between Geralt’s shoulders. He stops. “No, I mean… With you. Are you alright?”

Geralt frowns. Well, at least there’s a constant for you.

“Are you okay, Geralt?” he asks again, gentler but really starting to worry.

Another frown, but this time followed by a nod. Which is not very reassuring. Jaskier might not know him well, but he knows right then that he’s lying. He lets it go, though, and they make their way to the town, easily finding the alderman.

A wretched man who only wants to give them half their payment, but Geralt doesn’t seem inclined to argue. Jaskier frowns and gives the alderman a piece of his mind, making a whole scene for everyone around to hear. “And if the Witchers on the whole Continent might hear from the White Wolf’s bard that you betray them, that your hand doesn’t fulfill what your tongue promises, maybe you shall surrender to the monsters then. Leshen and whatever so pleases shall feast on you, maybe that will be the day you wish you had paid the White Wolf what he was promised and more!”

Needless to say, they leave with more coin than expected, and Jaskier can’t wipe the smug grin off his face.

Geralt smiles at him for the first time, then, over their small campfire, and Jaskier smiles back.

“Is speaking hard for you today?” he finally dares to ask.

Geralt stares at him. Nods.

Jaskier nods back. Grins.

“Well, good thing you have me then, isn’t it? A bard to yell at stupid people for you. We’ll make a great team, you’ll see.”

Geralt doesn’t say anything to that, obviously. But even the next day, when the first thing he does is insult Jaskier’s fashion sense, he doesn’t mention it, doesn’t deny it. And Jaskier is sure he didn’t imagine that small smile that could have meant Maybe you are right.

Either way, he was.

***

Jaskier leaves the bed before Geralt, promising to bring him breakfast.

“You still have three other meals you can try to leave bed for, let’s have breakfast here,” Jaskier argues with a grin and a fine that brooks no room for discussion even if Geralt were up for it.

And so, they have breakfast in bed. It’s warm and comfortable and Jaskier chatters away, not expecting a response in any way. Perfect background noise, taking away the sharp edges of his surroundings, making everything a little less overwhelming and oppressive. Jaskier knows his place in the network of Geralt’s nonverbal days as he talks, keeping his voice down and calm and so, so warm. Familiar.

It almost makes him feel normal. It definitely makes him feel safe.

When he finally has enough strength to leave bed, they make their ways downstairs to sit by the hearth. Geralt has found that the warmth helps, brings him physical comfort when there is nothing else to ground him.

“Good to see you, pup,” Vesemir says and claps a broad hand on Geralt’s shoulder after looking at Jaskier for a second. Geralt smiles.

Pup. Vesemir only calls them that on the heavy days, and it’s a constant that always helps them through the worst of it.

Life still happens around him, everyone has their own tasks, and where he’s sitting in the middle of it all, he feels like he still gets to be a part of it.

There are warm foods throughout the day and a jug of something hot and spiced always appears by his side. Geralt is not completely sure how the time passes, but it doesn’t matter.

What matters is that Lambert is sat beside him, silent, offering his company. If Geralt leans into him and Lambert leans back, well, then that’s between them.

What matters is Eskel who lies down on the fur beside the hearth and gently pulls Geralt to lie on top of him, head on his broad chest, careful hand running through his silver hair. He talks, though all Geralt feels is the rumbling of his chest.

It’s all that matters.

***

The first time it happens around Eskel, they’re both still pups. Barely grown into Witchers yet.

“There are worse things than not talking, Geralt,” Eskel tells him, Geralt’s head resting on his shoulders. “I know it’s scary. It feels like there’s nothing worse. But it doesn’t make you any less of a Witcher. Or any less Geralt. You’re still the White Wolf, even if you can’t howl. I’ll howl for you, Wolf,” he promises with a kiss to his cheek. “And when the day comes, you’ll do the same for me. Because it happens. And it fucking sucks, but you’ve got this, okay? And I’ve got you.”

Geralt nods into Eskel’s shoulder and tries not to feel pathetic that the only sounds the world gets to hear from him that day are his sobs.

***

But Eskel was right then and is still right now. They’ve got each other and they take care of each other. Howl and fight and protect each other.

They do the same for Lambert on his heavy days.

And for Jaskier, years and years and years later.

For Ciri and Yennefer and everyone who needs it.

That’s what family does. Nothing has to change on the days you can’t talk, on the days that words fail you. There are always people to yell at the world for you, to wrap you in a hug and tell you everything you need to hear. Even Witchers can have that.

And Geralt has a whole family now to tell him: “You’ve got this. And we’ve got you.”

It’s really all that matters.

#Geraskier #geskel #geralt of rivia #the witcher #witcher fanfiction #nonverbal Geralt #boggy woggy friends #Maya I love you a lot and maybe I’ll write you more nonverbal Geralt because we need more nonverbal rep #but also I just love you period.#💕#Nat writes

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes.

BNHA

see the light of day by achievingelysium

no1allmightfan I got my U.A. acceptance letter yesterday and I haven’t stopped crying… Taking the first steps toward my dream. Plus ultra! #no1 talks 22 notes | Reply Reblog Like

Or, Izuku, social media, and the journey to becoming a hero.

Lugubrious Alarmism by Briarwitched

Magic is always a pain. Superman might temporarily be a toddler, but the League's knows they've gotten off easy this time: everyone's in the proper dimension, there's no annoying entity trying to teach them a lesson, and the de-aging spell should wear off without any weird consequences in less than a fortnight. Babysitting duty gets ten times more adorable with the purchase of a Justice League plushie set. Now Clark can continue his heroic adventures with his friends: fighting crime, spreading justice, and... beheading Batman?

It's gotta be a fluke. Right? Right.

Accidents can happen twice in a row-- no, three, four?-- times. Though probably not by the twenty second. It's definitely intentional by the thirtieth time. Probably.

What the hell, Clark? We thought you were friends.

straight on 'til morning by mindshelter

Kon whistles at his first glimpse into Tim’s living room, grinning with teeth when Tim reflexively rolls his eyes. “Sweet digs, dude,” he singsongs. “Love what you’ve done to the place.”

“I said,” Tim hisses, even as he slides the balcony door open to let Kon inside, “what are you doing here—”

Kon shrugs, peeling his jacket off. If I left it up to you, buddy, he doesn’t say, I’d see you once in a blue moon. “Couldn’t sleep. Gotta say, the empty Gatorade bottles really give this place personality.”

“Like you’re one to talk. I’ve seen your room,” Tim snipes back. “And I actually need the electrolytes. What’s your excuse?”

or; on a whim, kon pays tim's gotham apartment a late night visit. and then he visits again. and again, and again.

The Clone Wars

we hold on together by notquiteaghost

The Republic hasn't had a standing army in over two thousand years. Even before the Reformation, there was no war on a grand enough scale to justify the expense. It feels like a bad joke, when the Chancellor decrees it, when the Senate allows it. The Jedi aren't a military. The Jedi have never been a military.

They give Obi-Wan a battalion. They give him a battlecruiser, a Marshall Commander, they knight his Padawan. He looks over all the clerical minutiae a military runs on and wishes they'd given him a secretary.

cody, obi-wan, and ghost company at the beginning of the war, learning to work together, trust each other, maybe even like each other.

Rescues, Attempted by glimmerglanger

A moment later, the figures leaned over the edge and, without preamble, tossed Obi-Wan in.

Cody jerked, unthinking, to put his body between Obi-Wan’s and the unforgiving stone. It was not that far a fall, but, unconscious, Obi-Wan could not protect his head or neck. Cody caught him as he plummeted, weight catching at his arms and shoulders, but not enough to inconvenience him.

OR, the one where Obi-Wan falls into the wrong hands, and Cody does his best to get him out alive.

J'adoube by hellowkatey

There are only two scenarios that make sense in this moment:

1. The Force has caused a divergence in the flow of time for reasons still unknown. or 2. Obi-Wan has a more active imagination than he thought, and the last twenty-eight years of his life have been one very long, very elaborate dream.

[or, the Force gets fed up with Obi-Wan not taking care of himself and takes matters into its own hands.]

Count My Little Scars I've Got Dozens Inside by nuclearturtle

Ripped from the streets of Melida/Daan by the Force, Obi-Wan finds himself in the middle of a firefight between strange droids and troopers. With no idea of where he is or what is going on but in desperate need for help, so he turns to the only familiar presence nearby, his Grandmaster Dooku.

Unfortunate that luck has never really been on his side.

To Fall, and To Be Alright by Pandora151

Obi-Wan falls, almost at random.

Anakin watches it happen from across the briefing room. He watches Obi-Wan trail off mid-sentence, eyebrows furrowing into a deep frown. He watches Obi-Wan look at Cody and Waxer, at Ahsoka, and then at Anakin. He watches Obi-Wan place a trembling hand on the table in front of him.

And then the moment breaks, and Obi-Wan falls.

Belief by CallToMuster (Note: I enjoyed a bunch of whump fics form this author, but this list would've gotten too long if I'd included them all. So definitely check them out)

“It’s me,” the man tells him for the fourth time. “It’s Anakin. I promise.”

Obi-Wan says nothing. He has heard this before, from others. They too claimed to be Anakin Skywalker and shared his face. This is the eighth such person, in fact. But they were just a product of Ventress’s twisted imagination. Whether this person is the same remains to be seen.

He must be cautious either way.

{Written for Whumptober 2020. Day 11: "Defiance | Struggling". Sequel to my Day 5 Whumptober fic Mine.}

#this round-up is a bit early #but i think there was a whump!obi-wan fic event #so i did a lottttt of star wars reading #bless all the h/c writers out there for keeping me fed #also i can feel myself falling down a deep timkon hole please send help #my posts #fic recs #weekly fic round up #sw recs #bnha recs #dc recs

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Hey !! i love ur writing style <3 i wanted to ask you if you could write a loki x reader where the reader and loki have been best friends for a long time now and after he faked his death in tdw he knocks on their door and the reader and loki have an argument and then they kiss?? maybe like the scene in crimson peak “you lied to me” “i did” “you told me you loved me” “i do” smth similar? :)

The Greatest Deception | loki angst fluff fic

Summary: After Loki reveals himself to be alive, Y/N has some choice words to say. Loki has a question.

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting! Also, I want to say that I fully support and acknowledge that Loki is genderfluid. Seeing as this fic was requested with Loki having he/him pronouns, I will use those pronouns. (Also, I didn’t know which pronouns you wanted me to write since you mentioned they for the reader but typically I use she/her, so lemme know if you want that edited)

Request to be on a taglist (or multiple) here! (Taglists are at the end of the fic)

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“Lady Y/N?”

The voice was muffled through the door and the one in question rolled from her side and onto her stomach as she laid in her bed. A low groan emitted from the creature whose limbs were tangled in the blanket and sheets.

. . .

“Lady Y/N?”

A short knock-knock accompanied the repeating words, and Y/N had a feeling of that the lovely woman who she’d love to talk to at any other time wouldn’t stop until she replied.

She pulled herself into a sitting position, smoothed over her unruly hair, and finally pulled the covers up so her pajamas wouldn’t be seen and called out, “Come in!”

The woman opened the door and sent her a sheepish smile. “The All-Father has requested your present, ma’am,” she informed her.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Do you know the reason as to why?” She quizzed.

The woman spared a quick, darting glance at Y/N’s window. “Well, the All-Father has requested all of the palace’s royals and higher-ups to gather in the courtyard. He is gathering local citizens for a, ah, play, and more would like, in this words, his ‘most esteemed confidants to enjoy,’,” she answered, subtly bouncing her weight from one foot to the other.

Y/N thought for a moment. This was the first time she was hearing that the King was holding a play — not to mention, the fact that the last play (if you could even call it that, because by Heimdall’s recounting it was horrific) was held before any of the children of Odin were born.

Just thinking about that caused a twinge to hit her stomach and for it to twist up. Loki. Odin’s youngest child and the one that had most recently left her, as he sacrificed herself to save his vaillant brother, Prince Thor. It had been weeks, maybe even a month, since Y/N had heard the news and had been resorted to a lonely, saddened version of herself. Loki was her best friend, the person she trusted more than anything and—no, no, who was she kidding? He’s more than that, and he deserves to be remembered as more than that by her.

He’s also the one that she loves, and has loved for at least the past year when she realized it.

Nonetheless, she had taken many steps to get through the grief of Loki’s dead — as had his father — and she wasn’t going to let all her hard work crumble down on one, singular thought.

“Very well, then. Please inform the All-Father that I will be there shortly, thank you,” she said.

The woman nodded and bowed her head before exiting.

Once the door had been fully shut and she could hear footsteps no more, Y/N crossed over to her window and drew back the curtains, not having missed the look at said window.

The sunlight poured into her room but the stage was indeed sent. Rows of fine chairs sat with rows of fine people in them. In front, Odin stood with a red curtain drawn closed behind him. His arms were gesturing wildly and he had a big grin on his face as he gave his speech.

Despite the curiosity that itched into Y/N’s face, she pushed it aside. She had never seen the King conduct himself in such ways, but alas, everyone grieved differently. So, she closed the curtains and got dressed for the day ahead.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

The moment Y/N stepped outside, she could’ve sworn that there was already long beads of sweat trailing down her skin. She let out a huff but journeyed on towards the courtyard, as this formal royal wear was necessary and she had no intention of pissing off Sir Snotty-Dickhead — as she called him (he had some fancy and long name she couldn’t remember, in her defense) — who was Odin’s right hand man.

By the time she got there, Odin was still rambling on with his speech, but his sudden notice of Y/N saved the guests from boredom.

“Aha, the guest of honor! Lady Y/N, herself,” Odin announced, bringing his hands together in a clap and gesturing for her to come toward him.

She betrayed herself and her cheeks involuntarily reddened as all eyes laid on her. She approached Odin and curtsied out of respect, but her mind was full of wonderings of why she, of all, would be singled out.

“I’m sure you all know who Lady Y/N is, yes?” He began, briefly pausing before continuing. “If you sadly do not, let me tell you. Lady Y/N had been a friend of the royal family, specifically my child, Loki’s—” the name caused her to suck in a sharp breath, “—and she was granted the title of Lady to uphold the image of the palace and to complete very important Asgardian duties.”

Once he stopped talking and the crowd clapped politely, Y/N took the opportunity she was presented before it’s door could close and quickly went and sat in her seat, the only seat not occupied yet, in the front row.

Odin then began speaking against whilst he walked to the side, “Speaking of my dear child Loki, this play that has been put together is one designed to honor him and his heroic sacrifice. Without further ado . . . ” He let his words trail off, and the red curtain pulled open.

Y/N’s face contorted into surprise at the words, not expecting this to take place. Again, she reminded herself, everyone grieved differently, so she decided to give it a chance. However, as the play went on, she was quick to realize that honoring Loki wasn’t the intention here. The horrid acting could be excused but Odin himself allowing this mockery of how Loki died? Of how he sacrificed himself? Well, with every second that passed, her face heated more and more — and not due to the sweat — and she grit her teeth, just barely refraining from yelling.

The worst part for her came though when the actor who played Loki did a dramatic reenactment of his sacrificed and the actor who played Thor did the worst fake crying ever. Y/N turned to the others, expecting them to be just as enraged as she was, but was floored to find that no—they were laughing. And not just that, but Odin was having himself a chuckle as well!

Her fingers tightly gripped the edges of her chair and she forced herself to look straight ahead, just about able to hold in her tears until the play was over and the actors bowed.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

Afterwards, while everyone was standing and giving Odin rounds and rounds of praises, Y/N stayed rooted in her seat. She couldn’t just let this go by as if it were nothing, but she was struggling to compose herself to confront him.

After a couple minutes of going back-and-forth, she decided, screw composure. She didn’t have to be composed. She was allowed to be angry.

So, she stood up and marched straight for him.

“All-Father,” Y/N said through grit teeth, forcing herself to curtesy, “I request your company in private, if I may.”

It took Odin a moment to tear himself away from accepting his latest comment, but the way he quickly glanced over at Y/N, she knew that he had not noticed — or perhaps he did not care — the state she was in.

“My apologies, Lady Y/N, but should I depart now, I fear I shall upset my comrades!” Odin said, ending his comment in a boastful joy, which resulted in laughter and cheers.

He didn’t wait for her response before engaging in another conversation, and Y/N’s lips remained tightly shut until she decided to just go forth and let her stuffed-up emotions out.

“Fine. I will say it in front of everyone, then!” She said, firmly and loudly, gaining everyone’s attention. “That was a pathetic excuse to remember Loki . . . It was an insult! You mocked him, your own child! How could you even— I . . . I just don’t understand . . . He sacrificed himself for your son and for Asgard and this is how you repay him? God. I expected much, much more from you for him because I . . . Let’s just say that we both love Loki, in our own ways, and I-I . . . I am very disappointed.”

Wanting to flee from the tears that were now streaming down her face and from the silence that was pounding, she turned around and she walked away, the realization that she had just confessed her love in front of everyone hitting her.

“Lady Y/N!”

Odin’s words stopped her in her tracks, but she did not turn around. Just stood. Waited.

“He told Thor, before he passed, that he, uh . . . He loved you, too.”

Y/N stared straight ahead, her hand jutting out to grab the pillar next to her to steady herself.

Loki loved her?

She didn’t stop the tears from coming this time. She let them, and the sobs, overwhelm her.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

“Lady Y/N?”

The voice and the knock were much more stiff than they were this morning.

“Come in.”

Her response was devoid of emotion, much more curt than it was this morning.

The same woman turned the door’s knob and opened it, sending Y/N, who was curled up on her bed, head nestled into her knees, a wary look. “The All-Father has requested your presence at his quarters,” she said.

Y/N let out a small huff, in no mood to talk to the King after what had happened. She forced her head up and gazed boredom at the woman. “Is it an emergency?” She deadpanned.

The woman looked around the room and by her lack of response, Y/N knew that either she didn’t know or didn’t want to say.

She sighed. “I will be there shortly,” she said.

The woman nodded and wordlessly left.

After she did, Y/N stood up and went in front of her mirror, taking in her appearance. Her once brushed hair was now frizzy and in knots and her eyes were puffy and red. Angrily, she practically tore the hairbrush through her hair and dabbed at her eyes with makeup until the red could be seen no more. She had no intention of letting him see her this way.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

Screw formalities, Y/N thought, as she walked straight into Odin’s quarters which composed of a small living room, a bedroom down the hall, an office, and a bathroom. She didn’t bother to curtsy or announce her presence.

When he finally and gradually turned around from whatever he was doing, a slight look of shock crossed his features, before he replaced it with a warm smile. “Y/N!” He said, but quickly corrected himself, “Lady Y/N.”

Y/N frowned and crossed her arms. “I hope that you have called me here to apologize,” she said, an icy edge to her voice.

Odin nonetheless looked at her kindly. “In a way, yes,” he vaguely said, before a magical transformation underwent before her.

His wrinkles disappeared, his beard disappeared, his grey hair turned jet black, and his clothes transformed into his usual wear.

No longer was the All-Father standing in front of her, but her best friend. The one she loved.

Taken by utter shock, Y/N instinctively stumbled back, her jaw dropping and her eyes widening. “What the hell is this?” She gasped out, not wanting to believe it at first. It was a cruel trick — it must be! There was no way.

“It’s me,” the mischievous deity said, a rare softness to his voice and in his eyes. He took a step forward, but then stopped himself. “I never died, I only impersonated my father.”

Y/N stared at him, angry tears coming to her eyes once more. “How?” She forced out, thinking that maybe she was dreaming. “Why?”

Loki looked around, slightly dumbfounded, as if he hadn’t expected anyone to question him. “I wanted the throne,” he answered, as if it were obvious and a perfectly acceptable reason.

Y/N stared at him as if he had grown two heads. To her, he might as well have.

“Oh, really? So you take over your father, trick everyone - me, your brother - into believing that you’re dead, you banish Sif . . . All because you wanted the goddamn throne?” She cried.

The cluelessness left his eyes and replaced itself with guilt, regret pooling inside him. He looked down, shoulders falling with a sigh.

“I’ve felt guilty tricking you ever since it had all went down. I wanted to tell you but, honestly, a part of me didn’t think you’d be that upset over my death. But you were really, so upset and I . . . I was lost. I didn’t know what to do. All I wanted to do was hug you and tell you that it was fine, that I was here, but I thought I’d screw up your emotions and hurt you even more,” he admitted.

Y/N just looked at him, her frown growing deeper. “That’s an awful excuse,” she hissed out, words laced with venom.

Loki immediately snapped his head up to look at her and his gaze held desperateness. “It’s not an excuse,” he said quickly. “It shouldn’t be. I’m . . . I’m so sorry. The last thing I ever wanted to was to trick you, and . . . I did. But today was the final straw. I couldn’t continue like that.”

Y/N took a step forward, having an inner battle in herself on whether or not to forgive him. “You lied to me,” she reiterated bluntly.

Loki nodded guiltily. “I did,” he agreed in a small voice.

She took a pause, taking in a deep breath. “You told me you loved me,” she added.

There was a brief moment of silence before Loki said, in the same small way but a little more firm now, “I do.”

Y/N kept walking, not even fully sure or convinced of what she was doing, but knowing that she needed to do it, until she was standing just inches away from him. They looked at each other for a couple moments, neither saying anything, until Y/N wrapped her arms around Loki. He returned the embrace.

“Never do that to me again!” She yelled through the tears that were now coming. God, was she tired of crying. Especially today.

Loki hugged her tighter, his own tears falling. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, and repeated that over, and over, and over again. “I’m an idiot.”

Y/N leaned back and cupped his face with her hands. The love she had for him overwhelmed her pain, and more than anything she needed him now. Besides, she could see his guilt. She could see the truth shining in his eyes. He wouldn’t do anything like this again, because he loved her. And she loved him.

“At least you’re self-aware,” she whispered through a sniff, taking a page out of his book with her joking remark. Before he could quip back (and she was sure he’d have an excellent one), she leaned forward and captured his lips in his a kiss. Loki smiled against her lips and wrapped his arms around her waist.

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Marvel x Chubbyreader imagine

Imagine going shopping and one of the employees/customers bodyshaming you.

You find a cute dress and try it on. You get out of the dressing room and Tony's awestruck expression is enough for you to beam with pride.

" What do you think ?"

For once, Tony remains silent and only takes out his credit card as an answer.

" I'm buying this dress, and there's nothing you can do about it."

You giggle, but then someone's nasty comment makes it's way in your ear.

" Look at all that fat, it even moves when she laughs. It's disgusting. Nobody wants to see that.."

Tony stops dead in his tracks and turns towards the man with a fake smile before simply stating.

" You're fired."

The employee only laughs mockingly before replying confidently.

" I don't even work for you."

But, Tony walks to him and stares right at him with a death stare.

" I don't care, a**h*le. I buy the shop, thereby I become your boss and fire you. Now, get out of my sight before I pulverize your a**."

The employee doesn't say anything else and just walks away, not before glancing one last time at you with hatred. Tony wraps his arm around you defensively until he is definitely gone. However, the damage has been done and you finally utter weakly.

" M..Maybe I should just put the dress back.."

But, Tony doesn't let go and whispers in your ear in an hungry tone.

" Don't you dare.."

He then pays for the dress and as soon as you're in the car, he kisses you with such passion that it takes your breath away.

" Home ?"

You ask and he nods before replying in agreement.

" Home."

You already knew that Bucky was handsome..But, that didn't mean that it hurt less when people made comments about it. You spot a beautiful dress and the employee quickly takes out the dress with a huge smile.

" Here you go ! I'm sure you'll be perfect in it !"

You smile happily and nod before entering the dressing room. However, you don't even have to time to get out that you hear the same employee talking to one of the other customers.

" Oh my God ! Did you see that ?! It's a shame to let oneself go this far ! They look like a freaking mammoth in a dress. If she is like this..I can only imagine the man accompanying her !"

You don't dare get out as they start laughing together. You feel tears in your eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. However, the door of your dressing room opens and Bucky gets in, worried since you seemed to be taking a long time. The moment his eyes land on you, he finds you gorgeous in the dress and promises himself to buy it. But then, he sees you face and crouches in front of you with a worried expression.

" What happened ?"

You don't have to answer as the employee outside makes her voice heard again.

" Are you finished, miss ? Or do you have some trouble putting it on ? Do you want a bigger size ?"

He automatically understands and clenches his jaw, glaring at the door before looking back at you with a small smile.

" Did you hear that doll ? Sounded like a death wish to me.."

He takes your hand and kicks the door open, shocking the woman that falls on her butt and looks up at the you with a glare, not noticing Bucky standing behind you.

" Watch where you're going, you big ugly..!"

She doesn't have the time to finish her sentence as Bucky steps out and crouches in front of her to take her by the jaw harshly.

" Next time you even look at her with anything else than admiration or respect, I will make sure that you can't look at all..Understood ?"

The woman only nods in agreement and Bucky stands up, satisfied. He takes you by the waist and leaves the shop after having paid for the dress. You arrive in the parking and Bucky opens the door of his car for you.

" Now, let's go dancing..Okay ?"

Bucky asks and, when you don't answer, he turns around to see you with a frown on your face.

" Are you sure we should still go on that date ? People will still look at us and I think it would maybe be better if..Mmmmppphhh !"

You don't have the time to finish your sentence that he pins you to a nearby wall and kisses you with his hand wrapped around your throat.

" Now, I will only accept two answers from you. Dancing or kissing ? Your choice."

You smile and kiss him hungrily again. Looks like the choice is made.

" Yuck..Look at those stretch marks. They should go cover all of that up.."

Sam can't believe what he is hearing and looks at the man with anger radiating from him. You want to say that it's fine, but Sam doesn't give up and glares at the man while trying to remain calm.

" Man, shut the hell up. She is perfect in every way and there is nothing, absolutely nothing, wrong with having tiger stripes. It just means that if you were in the wild, they would be the one surving.."

You have tears in your eyes at his beautiful metaphor, but the man only laughs mockingly while eyeing you up and down.

" If the tiger is as slow and overfed as this one, won't be a problem outrunning it.."

Sam walks towards the employee and stands just in front of him before replying.

" That's where you're wrong..because this tiger is always accompanied by a falcon that will not hesitate before ripping the eyes of its prey.."

He doesn't understand until Sam punches him straight in the nose. The man whimpers in pain on the floor while Sam doesn't wait before grabbing your hand and stepping over the whimpering man.

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

Vision was clearly excited when you asked him if he wanted to go shopping with you. He was starting to worry about you as you hadn't come out of your room for a while. When you both arrive, your eyes immediately see a very interesting dress that you want to try automatically. It calls you and you drag Vision along as he looks at you with a wide smile, happy to see you so happy. You take the dress and try it on. However, when you get out, you didn't plan on another person being there.

" Oh my God ! You're going to damage the dress ! Take it off !"

The man nearly shrieks and Vision frowns up at the man.

" What do you mean ? You think the dress isn't a good fit ?"

The man sneers in disdain before lookin at you with clear disgust written all over his features.

" No..SHE's not a good fit for the dress.."

Vision's eyes widen perceptibly and you can see his fingers digging into the arms of the chair. However, he still succeeds in remaining calm and answers with cold smile.

" Oh, I see..Apologies my good sir, I thought you were just mistaking, but I can see now that you're just a moron."

The man is shocked and gapes at the insult like a fish out of water.

" What did you call me ?!"

He finally shouts in indignation, but Vision, far from being intimidated, only continues to smile falsely before repeating.

" A moron. Should I repeat it again, sir ? Are you perhaps deaf ?"

The man becomes as red as a tomato and wants to slap Vision that only takes a step to the side. In an instant, he restrains the man on the floor and, in his usual polite smile, says.

" Now, the lady here is doing her best to manage her insecurities. It took weeks for me to reassure her that she is perfectly fine, and you ? You just destroyed all of my efforts with one sentence."

He is about to break the man's arm when you gently run your hand on his back soothingly. He seems to remember where he is and gets up in an instant. He then takes you by the hand to pay for the dress and get out of the shop. You wait until you are in the parking lot before stopping and making him look at you. He seems as upset as you and you try to calm him down by gently kissing him on the lips.

" Sorry..He just was so mean to you and I.."

You kiss him again and he finally melts into the kiss.

" Never say sorry for acting heroically..You acted amazing out there.."

He smiles proudly before picking you up.

" Vision ! What are you doing ?!"

You exclaim before he answers with a small smile.

" I'm taking my wife home."

He then takes back his original form and flies up in the air.

" Miss, I need you to step out of the dress. There is the scale on your right, we don't accept anything outside of size Medium in here."

You are about to reply when Scott suddenly stands up and glares at the salesman.

" No one. Tells. My. Wife. That. She. Looks. Fat."

Scott would normally go with the pacifist approach, but when it comes to directly insulting you about the thing that you're most insecure about ? Get prepared for full-on mad Scott. He will make a scene. He will physically attack the employee. It will take you to physically restrain him from scratching the man too much. He will ask to talk to his boss and will not go without a sincere apology. Don't mess with angry Scott.

" Get up ! Come on ! I'm not finished with you !"

He wouldn't say anything because you told him that you didn't want him to kill anyone again. But give him the chance ? And he would take the man's tongue and cut it so he may never speak again.

" Come on, let's go, Loki..The dress is not that important anyway.."

You take his hand and try to gently guide him outside of the dressing lounge. But, the employee adds before you could avoid any more problems.

" Yeah..The dress would be wasted on you anyway.."

This is the last straw. He turns towards the man with a dagger in hand and threatens him by putting it against his throat.

" One more word, and I will skin you like the pitiful human scum that you are ! Now, address one more time to my future wife with this sort of disgusting behavior, and your may find a thousand snakes hidden in your bed."

You drag him outside, grabbing your clothes and paying quickly. Loki frowns, upset at the fact that you didn't let him finish. You run out and it's only when you're in the car that you turn towards Loki with tears in your eyes.

" Loki. One more complaint and they will throw you in a cell again. Is that really what you want ?! Don't make idiots the reason we are separated again.."

He understands your concern and gently strokes your cheek with his thumb before kissing your forehead.

" Never..I just don't like how people treat you around here. It's so unusual. In Asgard, we don't care about the size, we care about how a woman fights. Here, you are called weak by strangers, and when you try to defend yourself, you are blamed. It just doesn't make any sense.."

You laugh at his perplexity before answering him with a kiss on the cheek.

" Never change, Loki.."

Sometimes, when you're alone like this, Loki seems almost innocent. He hasn't been shaped to understand human flaws, he even has trouble understanding why. But, this is why you love him.

" Hey, fata**! Move out of the way ! You are blocking my view !"

A customer yells at you as you just got out of the dressing room. She tries to get in, but Stephen only arks an eyebrow and uses his time stone on her.

" W..Where..?"

She stammers and Stephen quickly answers.

" You are in my realm. I was just checking if you are relevant in any dimension or time-line..Guess what ? You are not. I could send you to another planet and nobody would come looking for you. Now, do I make myself clear when I say to never speak so rudely to anyone again, and especially not her ?"

The woman nods her head vividly and Stephen smiles before making them both come back to reality. The customer looks shocked for a moment, but she only humphs and walks away. You look at him with an eyebrow raised in suspicion.

" Stephen..What did you do ?"

You ask, but he only smiles innocently at you.

" Nothing, dear. Just had to get some things done..By the way, this dress is lovely. I'll pay for it."

You quickly nod and get back in the dressing room. However, you can't seem to be able to open the back zip and finally ask for Stephen's help. He wants to act casual, but is still nervous when you ask for his help..He still enters and pulls the zip down, marveling on the exposed skin of your back in the process. He slowly runs his fingers up and down your back before kissing your neck shortly and getting out. You still smile. At least, you had your approval on the dress..

The moment you enter, everybody stares at you, Thor had insisted on coming with you in his mighty armor and you just knew it would attract many eyes..and the comments didn't take long to arrive..

" Did you see that ?! How did she manage to pull him off ?! I mean..Why her ?! It's surprising."

You hide behind Thor in shame and he quickly notices why. He approaches the man and leans in front of him with a fake smile.

" Is it though ?"

The employee seems taken aback and takes a moment to answer.

" What ?"

" Surprising ? Is it normal for humans to act in such a way when they have flaws themselves ? I mean, your brain is the size of a poptart, and you don't see me complaining about it now, do I ? I don't think you're even worthy of gazing upon her. She's a queen. A woman who has been by my side from the beginning to the end and who never left my side, even when death was upon us. Would you have done the same ? What are you compared to her ?"

Both you and the employee are shocked by Thor's words and he then takes you by the waist to kiss you in front of everyone, even going as far as squeezing your hips. You blush vividly, but he then takes a step back and looks around before shouting for everyone to hear while pointing you with his index.

" This is my woman ! She is just the way I want her and if everyone has a problem with that, he can come and talk to me !"

That quickly shuts everyone up and he then takes your hand, having spotted a very gorgeous red dress that he just knows would look good on you..or off you. 😏😂

Thor can be very confused about many human things, but he knows when something is wrong with his human and will do everything to make you feel better.

He wouldn't say anything, but as soon as your home..He would take his arrows and bow.

" Where are you going ?"

" Out."

He would simply reply and you already know that if you let him go, the employee will be psychologically scarred for the rest of his life..You post yourself in front of the door and refuse to let him pass.

" Come on, darling. Move. I just wanna talk to him..I just wanna talk to him.."

He would try to reassure you, but then, he would remember how ashamed you seemed when buying said dress. His mindset completely shifts to murderous mode as he tries to get past you.

" I just wanna kill him..I just wanna kill him.."

You wrap your arms around his waist and refuse to move.

" Come on ! You're stronger than this, my love ! Don't do it !"

He finally sighs in defeat before nodding in agreement. However, he takes you by the arms for you to get up and gently kisses you.

" I would do anything for you..Okay ?"

You smile and nod, knowing that he means it.

" I know.."

" Hey there.."

You try to ignore the woman openly flirting with your boyfriend, but it's hard when she whispers something in his ear. Something that makes him cross his arms and frown.

" I'm sorry ?"

He says, apparently confused and the woman only giggles before wrapping her arms around his arm.

" You heard me cutie, come with me and leave the pig behind.."

You nearly choke on your own saliva as she repeats high enough for you to hear..You turn around and see an angry Steve that suddenly gets up and glares down at the woman.

" Oh no..You misunderstood. I was genuinely sorry for the fact that no amount of make-up will ever be able to cover your mean heart. Now, leave us Regina George, before I decide to make you leave."

The woman's eyes widen and she turns around with a loud dramatic humph. In an instant, Steve is by your side and covers your face with kisses.

" Don't listen to her. She isn't worth it..And her perfume was just horrible, I need to wash it off when we get home."

You smile with tears in your eyes, reassured and extremely grateful for having such a perfect man in your life..

" Wait..How do you know Mean Girls ?"

You suddenly inquire as you remember that the movie only got out a few years ago..He smiles before blushing almost embarrassingly. He then admits while massaging the back of his neck with his hand nervously.

" I decided to culture myself..And I also heard Hawkeye talk about how his girl has been going crazy over that movie..So, I decided to check it out.."

Your eyes widen at the information and you smile almost mischievously.

" This is actually very "unlike" you, Rogers..Listening on doors..Are you turning to the Dark Side of the Force ?"

He looks back at you with an arked eyebrow, visibly confused and you sigh loudly.

" Oh come on ! Star Wars ! Don't tell me you've watched Mean Girls but never heard about Star Wars ! "

He only shrugs and you suddenly take him by the arm to drag him towards the exit.

" B..But the dress ?!"

He exclaims and you only reply with a slight grin.

" The dress can wait. We've got other very important matters to intend to !"

He suddenly gets out of your grip to run to get the dress and pay for it before coming back to you. He then grabs your hand with a huge smile.

" Now, we can go."

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Choosing Destiny

Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Fandom: Marvel/MCU

Summary: Pietro has never believed in fate or soulmates or destiny…well, until he meets you…

Note: I know it was recently confirmed in canon that Pietro and Wanda were 26 during Age of Ultron, but for my own purposes, I’m going to pretend they were only 23. WandaVision spoilers if you squint, but not really.

Warnings: Mentions of death (he doesn’t die tho)

Word Count: 3.5k

Reader is: Female

Pietro Maximoff didn’t believe in prophecy. He didn’t believe in soulmates, either, but that was another matter entirely. His entire life, he’d been making decisions. Important ones. And he wanted to believe that they mattered. That his choices determined his outcome. He didn’t want his hands to be tied when it came to matters like that, to his destiny or whatever.

And yet, at twenty years old, approximately three years before his life would change forever, the fair rolled into town. Wanda wanted to go. She always wanted to go. It helped take her mind off of everything. And besides, with the fair came the psychics that would set up their stands, charging a handful of coins for a reading on your future. Your destiny. Your soulmate.

Wanda was very into it, as he knew she would be, and so, reluctantly, he handed over the money and she sat down across from the psychic, who took Wanda’s hands, shivering slightly before she reached for her tarot cards and shuffled them. “I do see a soulmate in your future.” The psychic told her. “He’s tall. Heroic. I see a long cape billowing out behind him and there’s a…strong association with the color yellow. He’s very intelligent, wise. He’s quiet, but he has a lot to say. He will help you through difficult times.”

Wanda chatted with the psychic for a while longer before they finished her reading, and when she was done, she handed Wanda a small rose quartz stone, which she admired before tucking it into her pocket.

“Let’s go get something to eat.” Pietro nudged her onwards towards the food carts.

“Don’t you want a reading?” Wanda asked him.

He scoffed. “I don’t have a soulmate.”

“I beg to differ.” The psychic said softly, beckoning him closer. “Tell you what, this reading is on the house. Take a seat.”

Wanda pushed him closer to the chair and he rolled his eyes, but sat down anyway. His foot bounced up and down. He was antsy, always antsy. Impatient. And on top of it all, a skeptic.

The psychic reached for his hands and he gave them to her. As soon as she made contact with his skin, she gasped.

“Oh you have a soulmate alright. She’s incredibly powerful. I can feel her energy radiating just from your touch alone. You’re going to meet her soon. Not right away, but definitely in the next few years. I sense…some tension. Some resistance, but inevitably, things will work out.” She reached into a pouch hanging from the table and pulled out a butterfly charm. It was small and silver and made of metal and when she pressed it into his palm, it was cold to the touch. “You’ll know it’s her when you see a butterfly.”

Pietro was disbelieving, but he nodded, tucking the charm into his pocket.

“How about that, huh?” Wanda asked as they started walking away. “You have a soulmate after all.”

“We’ll see…” Pietro shook his head. “I still don’t buy it, though, for the record…”

“Sure.” Wanda smirked, unconvinced. She’d seen the look on her brother’s face she knew that look. And she knew that whether her brother liked it or not, he believed the slightest bit that there was someone out there made for him. She liked to believe it, too.

***

There were not many belongings Pietro had inside the walls of the Hydra facility he was transformed in. But one of them was the silver butterfly charm he had gotten at the fair that day. He always kept it with him, and he’d fought tooth and nail to be able to keep it when he’d gotten admitted.

When he was in his cell all alone, he’d take it out and look at it, study the intricate patterns on its wings, and then tuck it back into his pocket, his fingers fiddling with it.

He remembered the day when his transformation happened, although he didn’t like to think about it often. It stirred up weird emotions in the core of his being. Being…altered in a way like that. Changed into something he was never meant to be. Most of the moments from that day, his brain had tucked away, had hidden from him, but when he first stepped into the room with the stone, it had seemed to…come alive.

He watched with wide eyes as it released itself from the staff it had been held inside and floated in front of him. And in the glow of the stone, a figure manifested herself in front of him, a girl who was a bit shorter than him. She had giant butterfly-shaped wings spread out behind her and she landed in front of him, as real as he was. Vivid and beautiful. He stared at her for a long time, waiting for her to speak.

And she did.

“Pietro…” She’d spoken, her voice soft and sweet, but also…worried? He couldn’t tell. “I need you to be okay for me. Breathe, alright?”

“I…I don’t understand. What do you mean?” He asked, but she didn’t respond. It was like she was separated from him somehow, somewhere different in space and time although she was standing right there in front of him.

She reached forward and rested her hand against his cheek. “I’m here, now. Just breathe…”

And then everything went black.

When he came around, everything started…changing. For a few days, every step he took was at superspeed. He’d run into walls without really meaning to, rush forward feet at a time when he’d only meant to move a little. He was hungrier than he’d ever been in his life. He’d always loved food, but now, he felt like he was starving all the time when he was eating more than he ever had. His enhanced body burned through it like it was nothing. His hair started to turn blonde and then white, leaving the top half of his head a silvery bleached color that rivaled the snow. He barely recognized himself in the mirror anymore. Barely recognized this person he’d become.

The choice he’d made, the choice he and Wanda had made together, had sent him on a different path, had altered his destiny. And he wondered if he’d ever pay the price for it.

***

The day came, as he knew it would. His home town in Sokovia was being hoisted into the air, higher and higher every minute. The air was thin and he had trouble catching his breath. He was used to running, now. It was part of him, his speed. It was a gift. A blessing. A “miracle” as the scientists at Hydra had said. He couldn’t help but believe them.

He heard something approaching the border of the city, something big, and when he ran to the edge to see what it was, he was surprised, but pleasantly so, to see a Helicarrier rising, a S.H.I.E.L.D. logo emblazoned on it. He looked around and spotted Captain Rogers standing nearby with the Black Widow, so he ran over.

“This is S.H.I.E.L.D.?” He asked.

“This is what S.H.I.E.L.D. is supposed to be.” Rogers nodded, looking on proudly.

Pietro considered it for a moment before replying with a smile, “this is not so bad…”

It was then that he spotted her flying across the gap. The girl with the butterfly wings. And he couldn’t stop staring, his blue eyes fixed on her for a long moment. She said something, but he didn’t hear her, so distracted by her presence. He knew it had to be her, the girl from his vision.

“What?” He asked, blinking a few times. She giggled and the other two Avengers standing beside them chuckled knowingly.

“I said, I’m (Y/N).” You offered your hand and Pietro shook it, squeezing it slightly as he did so, and hesitant to let go once he was finished. “Fury reached out to me. Figured you could use all the help you could get.”

“We’d definitely accept an extra set of hands.” Rogers nodded. “What are your powers.”

“Flight, energy manipulation, enhanced strength…” You listed off. “There are kind of a lot. I can do whatever you need me to do. Be wherever you need me to be.”

“Priorities right now are evacuating civilians and killing robots.” Natasha said.

“That, I can do.” You nodded. “And you’re…?”

“Pietro.” He offered, smiling softly as he did, an unfamiliar warmth tingling in his stomach.

“Pietro.” You repeated, trying the name out. Your pronunciation was a little off, but he couldn’t help but grin at the attempt. “Alright. Well, let’s go kill some robots then, Pietro.” You let your wings flutter, and when you did, your feet lifted from the ground.

He smirked, getting a bit competitive as soon as you’d challenged him. “You’re on. Try to keep up.”

As the two of you rushed off into the city, Steve and Natasha watched with knowing looks, taking another little moment.

“Twenty bucks they’re together by Friday.” Nat said. “Maybe sooner.”

Steve shook her hand. “You’re on.”

***

The battle went smoothly until it didn’t, and as soon as Pietro took fire, you felt the hit in the center of your being. It shook you to your core, and once you’d shot the quinjet that had hit him out of the sky with a powerful stream of pink energy, you landed beside him, his body still and his breathing weak, holes mangling his limbs and torso.

“Pietro…” You whispered, tears stinging your eyes. You summoned your energy to your palms, but it was…different than it usually was. Rather than its typical pink color, the energy you summoned was yellow. It was warm. But you trusted your power and you held the energy over him.

His breaths were shallow, strained. You watched as, very, very slowly, your energy pieced him back together, the holes in his body closing up, repairing as if by magic, as if he’d never been shot in the first place.

He struggled to try to say something, but you just cupped his cheek and shook your head. “I need you to be okay for me. Breathe, alright?”

“But—”

“I’m here, now. Just breathe…” You told him, still pushing energy into his chest, but more slowly, gradually. You felt his pulse and waited as his heartbeat returned to normal, his breathing forced, but becoming more natural as you knelt beside him. “Take a minute. Take your time. There’s no rush.”

He nodded, struggling to sit up, his arms and legs shaking really badly. At some point, you felt like your power hit a wall. There wasn’t anything more you could do for him. He was healed.

“Do you feel okay? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He nodded, staring at his hands for a long moment, looking at his fingers and moving them. “I’m…thanks to you, I am.”

“I think we’re gonna have to get out of here pretty soon. Can you stand?”

“I’ll try.” He decided.

You stood up first and offered your hands to him, pulling him upright with unexpected strength.

He’d definitely pulled something in his leg, and that became obvious as soon as he took a few steps.

“Do you want me to try to—" You started to ask, raising your hand, but he grabbed onto it, lowering it.

He shook his head. “You’ve done enough for me today. Thank you.”

You pulled his arm around your shoulders and supported his weight while he limped.

Captain Rogers walked over and looked at the two of you, paying special attention to Pietro.

“You alright, kid?”

“I am now.” He answered, nodding.

“Get back to the Helicarrier. Both of you. This’ll all be over soon.”

“Yes, sir.” You nodded. The two of you walked most of the way back to the Helicarrier in silence, Pietro sneaking unbelieving looks at you every so often.

Meanwhile, Rogers walked up to Clint. “Did you see what happened?”

Clint nodded. “He almost died. But she…she just…healed him. Like magic…”

Steve considered it for a moment, nodding. He looked back and watched as you helped Pietro onto one of the boats, the two of you sitting together. And he decided in that moment that you might not make a bad addition to the team…

***

As soon as Wanda made it back to the Helicarrier, in the arms of the Vision, no less, she ran towards you and Pietro, disbelief on her face when she saw him. Mascara and eyeliner were smudged around her eyes from crying and she looked paler than he’d ever seen her before.

“Wanda,” He walked towards her, taking a painful step forward.

“You idiot!” She wailed, throwing herself into his arms. “I…I thought you were dead! I…I felt…”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He apologized, his voice soft. “She healed me. She…saved my life.”

“Who did?” Wanda asked and Pietro motioned to where you were sitting.

You stood up and prepared to introduce yourself, holding out your hand, but she engulfed you in her arms instead, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” She cried into your shoulder. You held her a little tighter in an attempt to comfort her. “I don’t know what I would have done if…”

“Don’t worry about it.” You told her quietly. “He’s safe. You both are.”

Wanda nodded and pulled away from you, looking up at her brother with teary eyes. He smiled down at her. And then his eyes settled on you and he pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly.

Pietro Maximoff, at one time in his life, hadn’t believed in fate. But now, without a shadow of a doubt, he did.

***

“You want me to be a what?” You asked. You were sitting in the conference room that the Avengers, including their newest additions, had all crammed into in the remains of the Avengers Tower. They were scheduled to move soon, but before they relocated, Captain Rogers had gotten ahold of you through Nick Fury and called you there to “discuss an arrangement.”

“We want you to be an Avenger.” Clint Barton, the one you’d previously only known as ‘Hawkeye’ explained. “I saw you. You saved the kid’s life. We…we need that kind of power. All the help we can get.”

You looked at Pietro and his eyes were locked on yours, a serious look on his face.

“Look, I’m flattered. I am.” You forced yourself to focus away from the handsome speedster and on Stark instead. “But I’m just…I’m a college kid. I’m graduating in like a month. I have finals and…and I…I don’t know if I’m cut out for this.”

“You are. Cut out for it, I mean.” Natasha insisted. “We’re not going to force you, but…you’d be a great addition to the team.”

“Can I think about it?” You asked. “I just need to get through college. Get my degree, and then…then I can…maybe look into this hero stuff.”

“Take all the time you need. We’ll be here if and when you come around.” Captain Rogers said.

“Cool.” You nodded. “Thank you.”

You left the conference room and you thought you were alone, but as soon as you walked through them, someone else did too.

“Promise me you’ll think about it?” Your ears picked up the all-too familiar accent of one Mr. Pietro Maximoff.

You looked up at him and you hated it, but your heart raced just looking at him, a blush creeping across your cheeks. You couldn’t deny he was handsome. Incredibly so, in fact, but you couldn’t just give up four years of work for a man at the drop of a hat.

“Why do you want me here so bad?” You countered, raising an eyebrow.

He took a few steps closer to you, framing your cheek with his large, warm hand. “Do you believe in fate?”

You thought about it for a moment. “Kind of. Why?”

“I didn’t. I didn’t until I met you.” Pietro said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the silver butterfly charm, hanging from a thin silver chain. “A long time ago, a psychic told me I would know my soulmate when I saw a butterfly. And…the moment I saw your wings, I knew…”

He was quiet, shaking his head as he reached for your hand, setting the necklace in your palm. “You saved my life. The least I can do is returning the favor at some point.”

“Okay.” You said, closing your hand around the charm. “I’ll think about it. I promise.”

***

You went back to school. It was hard, but you focused on your studies and before you knew it, finals week rolled around. Your wings, for the most part, weren’t active. They only came out when you needed them, and therefore, you were able to blend in pretty seamlessly. No one looked at you differently, although, watching news coverage from the Battle of Sokovia, you’d hear your peers whisper rumors about the mysterious Butterfly Girl who had appeared and disappeared right after.

Tony Stark had been approached for a statement on who she was and where she’d come from and if she was a new member of the team, but he hadn’t commented, which you were grateful for.

Aside from that, everything was…well, as normal as it can be when you’re a superhuman, you supposed.

Your brain fried, your eyes burning, you looked up from your textbook only to spot Pietro standing in the doorway of the building. You stared at him for a long time, unsure if he was a hallucination or your eyes playing tricks on you after so many hours staring at your textbooks.

He jogged over as soon as he spotted you, a mischievous look on his face. It was weird, seeing him force himself to move at a normal pace. At a speed which had once been normal to him, but was now much, much slower than he was capable of moving.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him, taking your headphones off and setting them on the table, looking up at him.

“I knew you must be getting close to the end of your semester. I…well, I wanted to know if you had made your decision yet. I’m…impatient.” He admitted, causing you to giggle softly. “And I figured…maybe buying you a coffee could help you make your decision a little faster?”

“It certainly couldn’t hurt.” You laughed.

“Alright, perfect.” He grinned. “What do you want? I’ll go get it right now.”

You told him your usual order and he walked to the coffee shop tucked into the on-campus library, retrieving two drinks and bringing them back a few minutes later. You cleared out some of your stuff so he could sit across from you, and so, when you motioned him to the chair, he did.

“What are you studying?”

“Psychology.” You replied, wiping the sleep from your eyes. “God, what time is it?”

“Almost ten.”

“Great.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “I’m not nearly done studying.” You raised your drink to your lips. “Thank you for the coffee, by the way.”

“Of course.” He grinned, resting one hand against his fist and reaching for your hand with the other, which you gave to him, allowing him to fiddle with your smaller fingers. He was a fiddler, you’d noticed. Always had to be moving, even if it was only a little bit. “So…?”

“So what?” You asked, amused at his antics.

“Are you going to come to the compound when you’re done?”

You were quiet for a long time, before you nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I…I think I am.”

Immediately, a smile overtook his handsome features and he gave your hand an excited squeeze. He leaned over the table and captured your lips in a sweet kiss, leaving you stunned for a few seconds afterwards, staring at him with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized immediately. “I don’t know why I—”

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in, pressing your lips onto his again, in a kiss you’d been wanting to give him for over a month. He kissed back passionately, his lips soft and desperate, his scruff tickling you gently.

As soon as you pulled apart, he switched sides of the table, sitting next to you and cupping his hands around your cheeks. He pressed a long kiss to your forehead and then another quick one to your lips, causing your heart to race and the butterflies in your stomach to dance around. And in that moment, you knew that whatever you believed about soulmates and fate and destiny…it all went out the window.

You knew whatever you did from here on out, whatever choices you made or paths you took, it would always lead you straight to Pietro Maximoff. And you couldn’t have been happier about that…

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