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curse-breaker [part 2]

summary: You're the Mystic Arts' best and brightest when it comes to breaking ancient curses, and Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme...well, he's the Mystic Arts' best when it comes to everything else. But when a normal day together at New York City's Sanctum Sanctorum is turned on its head by an invitation from Tony Stark himself to attend this year's Stark Industries Gala, you find that you need to clarify what, exactly, you and Stephen are to each other, and not just to the world at large. [part one here!]

pairing: Stephen Strange/Sorcerer!Reader

warnings: Friends to lovers, these two dorks [affectionate] love each other sm they start to form a magical connection between their minds, continued sass, things get taken to the bedroom but don't get into full swing just yet

word Count: 9,927

a/n: I wrote this literally just to have fun and gave absolutely 0 consideration to chapter size so these next two are like, massive compared to the first one! Whoops! BUT THEY GET STEAMY (the next one is almost entirely smut) so at least there's that hahaha. Also I'd just like to say a HUGE thanks to everyone who's liked, commented, reblogged, etc! This is my first fic I've posted to Tumblr and you've all made me feel so welcome <3

Thanks to your students’ wonderfully curious minds, the first day of your curse-breaking intensive took a full hour and a half longer than expected, which was quite impressive when you considered that you’d already allotted some extra time for their questions throughout the day. You didn’t resent staying late with your class, though; they were an engaged and clever bunch, with nary a sorcerer without potential among them. They could all blossom into valuable assets for the Mystic Arts, and as such, they deserved your full time and attention.

But now, class was over, and you deserved dinner.

You slipped your sling ring on and opened a portal back to your room in the Sanctum Sanctorum, dropping your travel-slash-teaching bag off in your room and peeling the top layer of your teaching robes off your body. They’d gotten truly disgusting over the course of the day, as was the norm for your classes. The first few hours of your novice curriculum focused on the theoretical side of curses and curse-breaking, but the second half of the first day was where the fun started to happen: you helped your students work through some simple physical curses (set by your own self the day before) that would produce a range of relatively benign, non-lethal effects, including fizzling and smoking like a sparkler, making mud rain from the ceiling, or exploding the foam blocks they were carved on.

It was a blast in the most literal sense of the word, but it always left everyone in the class smelling like fire and covered in mud and what looked like packing peanuts, and you were no exception. You definitely needed a shower before you joined Wong and Stephen for a meal.

“Thought I heard a portal opening and closing in here,” a familiar voice called from the hallway.

“Hey, Stephen,” you said, sparing a glance out your open door.

Of course he’d managed to catch you before you were cleaned up. He was in his Sorcerer Supreme robes, a sure sign that he’d been called to fulfill some duty or another today and hadn’t just gotten to enjoy a lazy Saturday, but whereas you looked like the product of a science class gone wrong, he was immaculately groomed and put together, with not so much as a single hair out of place.

“You look like you had a fun day,” he said, moving forward and leaning against your doorframe. “Are the packing peanuts a new addition to the curriculum? If so, good call. They really bring out your eyes.”

God, he was the worst.

“That’s sweet of you to say,” you replied readily, a teasing smile pulling at your lips as you opened your grimy arms to your friend. You took a couple of threatening steps forward as realization dawned in Stephen’s eyes. “Come on over here, and I’ll give you a big hug to thank you for the compliment.” As if on cue, a couple of flecks of foam and mud fell from the underside of your arms and landed on the floor.

“Yeah, I, uh, I think I’m gonna take a rain check on that,” Stephen said, pulling a face as he took a couple of steps back from the doorframe. Moments later, though, his eyes widened as he began sliding towards you involuntarily, the Cloak rippling behind him as it pushed him towards you. “Hey, no, stop that—don’t—” Stephen began spluttering, digging his heels in and trying very hard to resist being pushed across the slippery wood floor into your filthy embrace. “If you get dirty, you’re going in the laundry with the rest of the robes,” he finally admonished the Cloak, who fluttered limply down, looking very much defeated. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

You dropped your arms, amused, but you also couldn’t help but note that Stephen’s threat had been more effective than you’d anticipated.

“Just to be clear, you do wash him sometimes, right?” You asked, turning to shrug off the second layer of your robes, which was nearly as grimy as the first had been. Fortunately, your base layer was relatively unsoiled, so you could at least walk to your shower without leaving a trail of muck in your wake. “Like, you’re not just letting him go about with all the dirt of the last couple of years on him and threatening him with the washer every now and then?”

As useful as it was to be able to wave your hand and magic the dirt off your clothes, it didn’t really have the same effect as actually doing laundry with good old soap and detergent. You hadn’t noticed any bad smell on the Cloak when Stephen had hugged you this morning, but still….

“What? No, I—of course, I wash him,” Stephen said, sounding mildly offended. “He just doesn’t like it very much. What kind of person do you think I am?”

“I mean, I did know you when you first showed up at Kamar-Taj, so,” you replied, moving to your dresser and pulling out a clean set of robes.

“I’m never living that down, am I?” Stephen groaned.

“You were literally wearing what you told me was a nine thousand dollar Balenciaga coat while looking like you hadn’t seen the inside of a shower or a barbershop in six months, Stephen. I know you were having a dark night of the soul, or whatever,” you said, grinning at him, “but do you have any idea how many haircuts selling that coat could’ve bought you?”

“It was a nice coat, though,” he protested.

“Nine thousand dollars, Stephen,” you reiterated. “They make warmer coats for less.”

“I don’t see how this has anything to do with whether I wash the Cloak or not.”

“Just trying to make sure you haven’t returned to old habits. The Cloak deserves better than what that poor Balenciaga jacket got,” you teased, and Stephen snorted in amusement.

“I treat the Cloak like royalty, thank you very much,” he said. Despite the offended edge to his tone, he was fighting down a smile. “And I don’t think you’re in a position to lecture me on this right now, considering that you look like you’ve undergone some modern tarring and feathering ritual.”

“I really do, don’t I?” You snorted, looking down at yourself.

“You really, really do.”

“The things I do for the Mystic Arts,” you sighed. “I better go shower off before this mud dries any more. I’ll meet you and Wong downstairs for dinner in ten.”

“Sounds good. I’ll let him know,” Stephen said, turning to leave your room (this time with no resistance from the Cloak).

You were almost to your bathroom when Stephen called your name.

“Yeah?” You asked, turning over your shoulder to look at him. He was leaning against your doorframe again, one of his arms over his head, the other on his hip, and an absolutely unreadable expression on his face.

You expected your foot-in-mouth senses to start going off, but to your surprise, they remained silent.

“How was…I mean, was class good? For you?” He finally asked.

You couldn’t resist the slight upward quirk of your lips. It was cute when he cared.

“It was, yeah,” you said warmly. “I had a full class of twelve students, and Stephen, they were great. I know I say that about every group,” you said with a laugh when your friend went to open his mouth; it was impossible for you not to gush about your students, old or new, and he knew it. “But I really mean it this time. Every single one of them passed the theoretical exam, and they all got through the first three curses of the weekend. That hasn’t happened in ages.”

“That is pretty good,” Stephen agreed, a soft smile on his lips. “And here I was, worrying that they were holding you up with how awful they were.”

You laughed at this, shaking your head. Since when did Stephen worry about you?

“It was the opposite, actually. They had a lot of really great questions after everyone figured out how to break the new exploding Styrofoam curse,” you explained. “I don’t think they’re going to have any trouble with the practical tomorrow evening. They’re a talented bunch.”

“They’re lucky to have you,” Stephen murmured, his blue eyes shining with fondness as he regarded you from across the room.

Sometimes, he was all right.

“Thanks. Now get out of here before I really do hug you,” you told him with a grin. Stephen raised his hands in mock surrender.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he said and disappeared from your doorframe.

You waved your hands to magic away the worst of the mud and smoke and Styrofoam from your body and the pile of robes in your room before you hopped in the shower, though you didn’t really feel clean until you were under the warm spray of water, scrubbing your hair and body down.

When you were all toweled off and ready to put on your clean robes, though, you paused, thinking twice about your outfit choice. It was going to be just you and the boys in the Sanctum for the rest of the night, and it was a Saturday night, to boot. Surely, now was as good a time as any to wear some regular clothes for once. As much as you loved the Mystic Arts, it was nice to put on some comfy leggings and a shirt and just feel like a normal human being every now and then.

So you did precisely that, then grabbed your sling ring and portalled yourself downstairs.

“Hey, there you are,” Wong greeted you fondly from the kitchen counter, where he was spooning copious amounts of what looked like penne alla vodka from an enormous levitating pot into two similarly large aluminum food trays. He reached out to you with one arm, inviting you in for a hug as he worked, and asked, “How’d class go?”

“It was really good,” you said, reaching back for Wong and slipping into his embrace. He was warm and solid in your arms, and even with him half-hugging you and half-working, his hold on you managed to feel like the promise of steadfast shelter and friendship that it always did. “I’m sure Stephen already told you, but I have a brilliant group of sorcerers this weekend.”

“He did tell me, and I’m glad for you,” Wong said, relaxing his hold on you slightly, though you didn’t move away from your friend just yet. “I wish I got to see your new packing peanuts look, though.”

“Trust me, the look on Stephen’s face when I threatened to hug him and get him muddy was better,” you smirked, reaching over and grabbing a single creamy penne from one of the trays, managing to just barely dance out of the way as Wong moved his spoon over to swat your thieving fingers. As he went back to spooning out the penne, you popped your plundered pasta in your mouth, savoring its delicious flavors and moaning in appreciation.

“You stop that,” Wong laughed as you went back for seconds, unsuccessfully trying to block your path to the pasta with his spoon. “Stephen already stole two bowls for the both of you. Eat from those, instead.”

“Then who is all this for if not for your two favorite people, Wong?” You whined, quickly eating the second piece of pasta you’d stolen and licking the sauce off your fingers. It was clearly homemade and, as per usual with Wong’s cooking, it was absolutely perfect in every way.

“My book club. We do a potluck every week, and tonight’s my night to bring the entrée,” he explained, covering the takeaway tins with their metal covers and crimping the edges shut. Well, that explained why he had regular street clothes on, too. “Stephen has your bowl with him.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you glanced around the kitchen while Wong gestured for the now-empty pot to take itself to the sink and clean itself.

“Where is Stephen, anyway?”

You thought it had seemed suspiciously quiet in here.

“He’s up in the library,” Wong explained, stacking the two tins of pasta one on top of the other, then hefting them into his arms. “He said you guys had some work to do or whatever. Hey, could you do me a favor?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Could you grab your sling ring and portal me over to that alley by the Hudson Park Library?”

You obliged, and Wong stepped through with his very heavy pasta trays, bidding you good luck with the Sorcerer Supreme while you thanked him for dinner. Once that portal fizzled closed, you opened another one to the Sanctum Sanctorum’s library and stepped through.

“Hey,” Stephen greeted you from a table wedged in between two full-length shelves stocked full of mystical tomes. He’d picked one of the tables that sat by the enormous front windows of the Sanctum; the late-evening summer light poured in through the paneled glass, limning his robes and hair in a soft glow and almost silhouetting him against the sky.

“Hey,” you said back, moving to take your place across from him at the table. He had his laptop open, a variety of pictures of ancient stone carvings already pulled up, and, as Wong had promised, two full bowls of penne alla vodka, both still piping hot. “Thanks for grabbing me some food.”

“Thanks for coming back to the Sanctum tonight and working on this with me,” Stephen replied, genuine gratitude in his eyes as you sat down across from him. “And, more importantly, for showering.”

A laugh bubbled out of you at this.

“Well, I wasn’t going to subject either of us to all of…that,” you chuckled.

“Thank the Vishanti,” Stephen grinned, a mischievous yet fond sparkle in his eyes. “Anyway. You ready to Scooby-Doo this shit?” He asked, gesturing with his head toward the images of the ritual site up on his screen.

“Show me what you’ve got, Sorcerer Supreme,” you grinned back at him, picking up your fork and diving into your bowl of penne.

“So like I said earlier, this is a ritual site up in the Transian Mountains,” Stephen explained, positioning his laptop to be a little closer to the both of you. With a slight stutter of his trembling fingers, he clicked on the first image, blowing it up to fit the full screen. “This is what it looks like when you’re approaching the excavation site. Note the numerous cairns,” he said, pointing out the small, manmade stacks of stones dotting the landscape. They appeared to encircle the base of the mountain, stretching on endlessly in either direction. “The people leading the expedition apparently thought that these were possibly grave markers, if their field notes are anything to go by, but I’m not sure about that.”

“Do we have any close-ups of these cairns?” You asked, feeling a hunch coming on.

“Yeah, and the close-ups are why I don’t think they’re graves,” Stephen said, flipping to the next image in the lineup. It showed one of the cairns at a reasonably close distance, and as you’d expected, it had been graced with a carving on the rock that made up its base: a six-pointed star, with an eye engraved where the triangles overlapped. “The six-pointed star has religious significance, of course, but my suspicion is that, in this case, it’s being used for its energetic purpose: to promote the balance of two opposing magical forces. The triangle, upside-down, and the triangle, upside-right, in perfect harmony.”

“And, of course, there’s the evil eye literally sealed within this balance, so long as it’s never broken,” you added, pointing to Stephen’s screen with one hand while you scarfed down some more pasta with your other.

“Then you think these are magical wards, not graves?” Stephen asked, glancing over to you and looking for your approval. Direct magical theory—spells, wards, relics—these were all his natural domain. Few sorcerers ever learned the indirect, convoluted language of curses and curse-breaking; it had always come easier to you than to him, the one area in which you excelled over your very talented friend.

“I do,” you agreed, and Stephen puffed up, obviously pleased with himself. “But I’m not sure whether this is meant to keep us out or seal something in.”

A shiver passed down your spine as you spoke, and you felt, in your gut, that it was the latter.

As Stephen continued flipping from image to image, showing you the ascent to the entrance to the ritual site, the two of you took turns zooming in on various images, noting anything that looked like it could be potentially relevant.

“Do you have something that I can write on?” You asked, frowning at what very much looked like a line of runes on a stone marking the path to the site.

“Yeah, hang on,” Stephen said, slipping his sling ring on and opening a portal to another table in the library. He reached through and gathered up a couple of pencils and an assortment of loose-leaf papers that were scattered on that table’s surface, then set them on the table before you as the portal fizzled shut.

“Thanks,” you said, taking one of the pencils and a sheet of paper and beginning to copy down what you could see of the inscription on the screen.

Over the next half-hour, you emptied your bowls and filled up sheets of paper with the runes and inscriptions you saw. They were written in a variety of ancient alphabets from all around Europe and even the Middle East, completely disparate in both time and space. It was clear someone wanted to tell as many people as possible exactly what they were getting into.

“Wait, I think this is the Elder Futhark alphabet,” Stephen realized as he flipped to the next image, zooming in on a stone that was partially in shadow.

“Nice find, Sorcerer Supreme,” you approved. For about the fifth time since the two of you had started your investigation, he beamed at your slight praise, his eyes lighting up and a ghost of a smile that told you exactly how pleased he was with himself crossing his lips before he turned back to the laptop.

Stephen always had to be the overachiever. At least it was sort of endearing sometimes.

“And this,” he said, zooming out on the image, then in on another stone. He frowned at the carvings, then glanced over at you for your opinion. “Is this ancient Aramaic?”

You squinted at the pixels, taking note of the shape of the markings.

“Nabatean, actually,” you corrected him. Stephen drew in and let out a slow breath at being wrong, frowning at the runes as if to commit their shape to memory. Which, you reminded yourself, he probably was doing. “Unless you’ve worked with curses of the Arabian peninsula, though, it’s an easy enough mistake to make.”

Truthfully, you were impressed that Stephen had been at least somewhat close in terms of geography and time period. You had the sneaking suspicion that he’d been trying to brush up on his curse-breaking in general.

“Thanks,” he murmured, glancing away from the laptop and over at you once again. Although most people would miss it, you saw the faintest flicker of uncertainty in his eyes before he pushed it back down.

It had to be hard, being Sorcerer Supreme. Everyone expected Earth’s most powerful Master of the Mystic Arts to know everything, to always have an answer to every situation, but that just wasn’t feasible for any one person to do.

Was it proving to be lonely for Stephen at the top? Where everyone was eager to either criticize him or abandon him if he didn’t have every unknowable detail already figured out?

“You’re doing good, Stephen,” you reassured him. It was the truth; this wasn’t his domain, and it didn’t need to be, either. Earth needed a Sorcerer Supreme who was powerful with spells and magical weapons and artifacts, who could think on his feet and approach even the most convoluted interdimensional problems with the surgical precision and skill that came so easily to Stephen. You, of all people, had no intention to castigate him for not knowing one tiny detail about ancient languages. Quite the opposite, actually: the fact that he was becoming fairly competent in even this relatively obscure branch of magic told you just how seriously your friend had been taking his duties.

“As long as you think so,” he said, offering you a slight smile before turning back to the computer.

His words resonated in your mind, chasing your thoughts away for a moment. As long as you think so. That was the heart of it with Stephen tonight, wasn’t it? He kept looking to you for praise and approval. He wanted you—you specifically—to tell him he was doing a good job on this. He respected you in your field, and he wanted you to respect him, too, as a budding curse-breaker and as your Sorcerer Supreme.

What a dork, you thought to yourself, glancing over at Stephen’s profile, though not without a certain amount of fondness in your eyes and thoughts alike.

“We should copy these down and translate them,” you said, returning your focus back to the laptop and zooming in on one of the stones with the runes. They appeared to be the most complete and the easiest to distinguish runes you’d seen so far; all of the other stones had been brutalized by the elements or even cracked in such a way as to make their full inscription unreadable. “Which would you prefer to take: the Elder Futhark or the Nabatean?”

“Elder Futhark,” Stephen said, sliding a blank piece of paper towards himself.

“Sounds good,” you said, pulling out your phone and searching up the Nabatean alphabet. Sure, you had books in this room that would have it, and you were at least familiar enough with it to recognize it, but the internet was undeniably more convenient and accurate when it came to translation purposes.

The two of you cross-checked with one another now and then, asking if this rune looked more like mannaz or degaz, and did this look like a shadow on the rock or part of the rune? Then, when you had your best attempts in your respective languages worked out, you both began the translation process into English, which you actually did need a couple of books for. They were easily found, though, since your translation books were staples in your curse-breaking work, so you knew just where to look for them. You helped Stephen now and then when he asked for it, watching him again light up when you gave him the occasional “good job” or “nice work”.

Soon, though, it became obvious that both translations were working out to say more or less the same thing.

“Beware, for Mount Wundagore lies beyond,” you frowned, looking back and forth between your translation and Stephen’s. “That seems to be what both essentially boil down to.”

“Mount Wundagore,” Stephen repeated. You felt cold all over as he said the words, but why, you couldn’t say. “I’ve never heard of it. Or read of it.”

“If you haven’t, then I definitely haven’t,” you said, frowning and flicking to the next image on the laptop. It bothered you more than you’d care to admit that you felt bad energy just saying the name of the place, but the only way to figure out what was going on here was to press onwards. “What’s this a picture of?” You asked, frowning at the photo that now filled the laptop screen.

“This was the closest anyone could get to going inside,” Stephen explained. The image was taken just outside a cavernous hole into the earth and appeared to mostly show a long string of runes carved in an arch around the entrance. Otherwise, it was impossible to distinguish anything in the black pit that was the depths of Mount Wundagore.

“Let me get this copied down, then,” you said, grabbing yet another piece of paper and doing your best to mimic the carvings precisely. The runes were interspersed with shapes and symbols, clearly magical in nature; this, you figured, was probably the first curse set to protect the site, though you weren’t immediately sure of the language it had been written in. “I feel like I’ve seen this language somewhere before, but I can’t pinpoint it,” you murmured as you continued to write.

Stephen shifted beside you—somehow, the two of you had wound up inching closer and closer around the circular table as you’d worked on the task at hand—and as he stretched his long legs in the underwhelming space beneath the table, his knee came to rest against yours.

“Legs feeling cramped?” You asked him as you finished copying the runes down.

“Sorry,” Stephen mumbled, moving his leg away.

“You were fine,” you said, penning the last rune and setting your pencil down. He readjusted in his seat, moving his leg back so it was extended and resting against yours again, and to your surprise, you felt warmth spread through your body at the place where the two of you touched, chasing away the cold you’d felt at the sound of Mount Wundagore’s name.

“Thanks,” Stephen murmured.

“Yeah, no problem,” you responded. “All this hunching over is starting to really hurt my back. I can’t imagine what it’s like for you to try to fold your legs up in this little space.”

“My knees are killing me,” Stephen admitted. “Thank the Vishanti that this is the last picture.”

As he went to close out of the image, though, you had an idea.

“Hang on,” you said, and he stilled his hand, the cursor just hovering over the little x in the corner. “Can you turn up your screen brightness? I’m just…I can’t help but wonder if the camera managed to catch some of what’s inside this place, and we just have to brighten the image.”

It took Stephen a moment to find the brightness button on his laptop’s keyboard, but once he dialed it up to the maximum, the two of you couldn’t help but suck in a breath.

“Oh, wow,” you breathed, pulling out your phone to get a picture of the sight before you.

“Do you know what that is?” Stephen asked. “Or who that is?”

“I feel like I’ve seen that face before, but I don’t remember where,” you admitted, focusing your phone on the screen. Fortunately, there was little to no glare at this hour of the evening, and your phone was able to capture every inch of the enormous carving that appeared to show a face with long, sinuous tentacles sprouting from its jaw and the side of its head. “I think it might’ve been in a book here in the library, though.”

“Really?” Stephen asked, his eyes flitting away from the monstrosity on his screen to you. You put away your phone, chewing your bottom lip.

“Yeah. He doesn’t look familiar to you, too?” You pressed.

“No. I must not have read that book yet,” he replied, crossing his arms over his chest. One of his hands came up to play with the dark hairs of his goatee, a clear sign to you that he was, once again, vexed by his own lack of knowledge.

“You mean you haven’t read your way through the entire library yet?” You teased him, unable to resist. Stephen snorted, prying his eyes away from his laptop to look at you.

“I’m working on it,” he said, the edges of his lips quirking up just a little. A moment later, though, seriousness returned to his features. “Do you remember what the book might have been called? Or even what it looked like?”

You frowned, carding one hand through your hair.

“I’m trying to think,” you sighed. “But I don’t know if it’s going to come back to me or not. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Stephen said, fingertips still toying with his own facial hair as your foot-in-mouth senses began going off. “We can’t all have a photographic memory, after all.”

He was such a cocky bastard sometimes, and yet—

“You’ve just jogged my memory,” you said, bolting upright from your chair.

“What?” Stephen asked, looking up at you in confusion.

“Thank you!” You called, taking off as fast as you could for the section of the library that housed the books on the Inner Planes.

“Well, you’re welcome, I guess, but I’d like to know what it is that I’ve done,” Stephen said, following after you at a brisk walk.

“You said the exact same thing to me the day that I read about Mr. Tentacle Face there,” you explained, grabbing one of the library’s sliding ladders and dragging it down to the area of the shelves that you needed it in.

“What?” Stephen repeated in frustrated confusion, drawing near as you began scrambling up the ladder.

“It was a few months ago. You made some crack about how we can’t all have a photographic memory. I remember it because I almost made a joke about how I was glad I didn’t, so I wouldn’t have to remember that guy’s ugly mug,” you explained, reaching for the top shelf and beginning to work your way through the books there.

“Glad to be of service, in that case,” Stephen said wryly, his face suddenly very near yours as he floated up beside you with the Cloak of Levitation’s help. “What’s the book called, then?”

“I don’t remember its name exactly,” you said, eyebrows furrowing. “But I’m pretty sure it had something like the phrase Echelons of the Planes or whatever in it. And I think it was bound in red and black leather. Or maybe purple and black?”

“Echelons of the Planes, and maybe red and black or maybe purple and black. Great,” Stephen breathed sarcastically, beginning to skim his fingers along the spines of the many books at hand.

“Hey, you’re the one with the photographic memory. Shouldn’t you be able to tell me what I was reading that day?” You contended.

“You probably had the spine of the book down when you were talking to me, so I don’t know,” he fired back, giving you a slightly displeased look out of the corner of his eye.

“Or,” you teased him, slipping a couple of candidate books out from the shelves. None of them were what you were looking for, though, so you wound up nudging them back into place, “you don’t have a truly photographic memory.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Stephen scoffed. “And besides, it’s easy to prove wrong. Ask me anything about what I’ve seen or read.”

“All right, what did Wong have for breakfast nine days ago?” You asked the first thing that came to mind, glancing sidelong at your friend.

“Bowl of oatmeal with berries and avocado toast on the side,” Stephen returned immediately.

“That was too easy,” you decided. “I forgot that he was trying to eat all the avocados last week before they went bad.”

“Ask me something else, then,” Stephen challenged you, sliding another potential book out of its slot and deciding it was enough of a potential fit to keep.

“First line of the last book you finished.”

“For those engaged in the study of curse-breaking, this pocket guide should be considered essential,” Stephen recited without hesitation.

He had been studying up on his curse-breaking recently, then.

“That’s too easy, too,” you decided, pulling out a red-and-black book that seemed like it might match your earlier description. It fit the bill well enough, so you decided to hold onto it.

“Put me to the test, then,” Stephen said, his nostrils flaring slightly with irritation. “Stop playing games and ask me something obscure. Something from a long time ago.”

You hummed in thought, scanning the last of the books housed on the shelf you were on. No matches.

“First time I ever smiled at you,” you finally decided. You didn’t remember the event yourself; it had probably been insignificant enough that even Stephen, with his practically perfect recall, wouldn’t remember, either.

Stephen snorted.

“That’s your easiest question yet,” he said.

“What’s the answer, then?” You asked, trying to sound as if you were challenging him, but you couldn’t hide your own underlying curiosity. How could this be an easy question?

“It’s—you don’t remember, do you?” Stephen asked, turning where he was floating in mid-air to face fully towards you. He actually sounded somewhat astonished. You shrugged and shook your head.

“You do?”

“I was in my first week of training at Kamar-Taj, and I kept getting my ass handed to me by that big guy from Belarus in the open-hand novice sparring sessions. You took me aside and told me it was embarrassing for me to keep getting hit by the same guy with the same move,” Stephen said, a slight smile pulling at his lips. You felt a long-distant memory stir within you; you’d helped dozens of acolytes learn some moves at Kamar-Taj, but you did remember Stephen continually getting knocked around. He had looked so particularly pathetic each and every time he’d had to spar. “You showed me how to do a spinning hook kick to counter his speed and reach. I landed it on him the next sparring session and knocked him out cold.”

“I do remember that, actually,” you admitted with a quiet laugh. “You got in trouble for landing a headshot with a kick.” Not that Stephen had any ability to aim where it was actually going; he was clearly just hoping to connect with his opponent at all, and he’d gotten particularly lucky with the placement of his foot. Or unlucky, depending on how one viewed things, because the Ancient One had not been pleased with his reckless display. You were pretty sure even Mordo had called him arrogant for using a skill he had no control over in a friendly fight.

“Yeah, but that didn’t matter, because I caught sight of you in the crowd, and you were smiling at me,” Stephen said, his eyes softening. “You know…I’d lost all the millions of dollars of my personal fortune over the past year, but when you smiled at me like that, it felt like I had them all back. You have no idea how good it felt to have someone in my corner at Kamar-Taj for a change.”

You blinked at him, dumbfounded for once. To him, your simple gesture had meant the world; to you, it had been just another novice sparring day, and he’d been yet another newbie that you had a few weeks’ worth of training on, so you’d helped him off-hand, setting aside your numerous personal gripes with him because of how utterly defeated he’d looked after every sparring session.

“Actually, you have no idea how good it feels to still have you in my corner,” Stephen admitted with a soft chuckle, ducking his head and glancing away from you.

Your compassion toward him had forever altered the path the two of you took in life by forging the true start of your friendship. And now, years later, he still remembered the first smile you’d given him, even though, at the time, you hadn’t even been aware of what it was.

The realization made your head spin.

“I’ll always be in your corner, Stephen,” you promised him, your voice soft but steady. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.” Blue eyes flitted up to yours, shining with hope and gratefulness and something deeper, something that spoke of the depths of the unusual bond you’d managed to forge together. “Well,” you amended after a beat, realizing that standing on the ladder was beginning to become a bit uncomfortable. “Maybe on the ground, but—"

“Do you want a ride down?” Stephen cut in, reaching out to you with the hand that wasn’t currently holding one of the two books that seemed like it might be the book.

“Oh. Yeah, that…that would be nice,” you agreed, reaching back for your friend. His free arm wound its way around your waist, pulling you off the ladder and against his body, and you held tightly to his broad shoulders with your free arm in turn.

You were sure you could never feel so safe twelve feet off the ground in the arms of another.

“Do you remember the first time Wong smiled at you?” You asked quietly as the two of you began floating back towards the ground.

It was a silly question, but you had to know.

“No,” Stephen admitted, halting your descent and pulling back slightly to look you in the eyes. “Only you. There’s a lot of things about you that I remember with crystal clarity that I don’t remember about anyone else.” You were silent a moment, almost taken aback by the admission, but after a moment, a slight smile pulled at your lips, and you nestled back against Stephen’s shoulder. “And before you ask,” he rumbled quietly into your ear, “that’s technically episodic memory, not eidetic. It’s stored in a different area of the brain than photographic memory is.”

��You’re the neurosurgeon-turned-sorcerer here, not me,” you laughed. “So whatever you say.”

Stephen held you tighter at this, chuckling just a little as he let the Cloak begin lowering you both back down once more.

Your descent to the floor was slow and smooth, almost as if Stephen and the Cloak alike were being particularly careful with you. When Stephen’s feet touched down, yours were still a few inches off the ground because of the way you were holding one another. Gently, Stephen lowered you the remaining distance, smiling at you warmly.

“Thanks,” you breathed.

“Thank you,” Stephen returned, bringing his face closer to yours. In the rapidly vanishing twilight leaking through the library windows, he looked astonishingly handsome, and you were surprised to find yourself reacting to his proximity. Your heartbeat quickened as his hand slid up to the back of your head, his shaking fingers tangling in your hair.

You didn’t move to pull away.

Instead of the kiss you’d been expecting, though, he tapped his forehead against yours, the tips of your noses brushing together.

“For everything,” he added, his long lashes fluttering closed. You allowed the hand that had been on his shoulders to slide up into his hair, too, savoring the feel of his soft locks in your fingers, and you let your eyes close as you soaked in Stephen’s presence.

This wasn’t a kiss, but being nose-to-nose, mind-to-mind, and magic-to-magic as you were, it somehow felt even more intimate.

Words would be inadequate right now, you knew. How could you possibly respond? You’re welcome? You’re welcome didn’t begin to encompass what you were feeling. You were drowning in the realization that even the subtlest things you’d done for Stephen had meant the world to him and had shaped his world, and, in an astounding reflection of your own actions, your own world, too. He’d driven you crazy with his cockiness and sarcasm and wit for the past few years, and you were sure you could irritate him to no end in turn, and yet, time and again, whether death was knocking on your doorstep or whether it was a quiet Saturday night, you’d both chosen to be there for one another.

You’d always chosen him in the ways that mattered, and you trusted him to always choose you, and so you poured that feeling into your aura, hoping that Stephen would feel it and know.

When you felt the magic that was his very being warm in response, you knew he did.

“I, um, I have a list of reasons why I want you as my date to the Stark Industries Gala, if now would be a good time to hear it,” Stephen offered, his breath hot on your lips.

“I don’t think I need to anymore, Stephen,” you murmured back.

His eyebrows furrowed at this, and he blinked a couple times before drawing away, his hand sliding down from where it had tangled in your hair.

“Are you sure? It’s, I mean, I think that it’s, um, a pretty good list,” he stammered, obviously taken aback.

Oh. He thought you were turning him down.

“No, I—it’s not that I…I’m sure it’s a lovely list,” you said, and you were absolutely, positively sure of this. You were more sure of this than you’d been sure about anything in a long time. “What I mean is…I’ll go with you. To the gala. If you’ll have me.”

“I—yes, of course, I’ll have you,” Stephen blurted quickly, his eyes widening. “I’d, I’d love to have you. I don’t think I could survive the party without you, actually,” he laughed, and you couldn’t help but laugh, too.

“Was that one of the reasons on your list?” You asked knowingly.

“It was,” Stephen chuckled. “You’re, uh, you’re sure you don’t want to hear the rest of them?”

“Like I said, I don’t think I need to anymore,” you said.

Stephen regarded you for a moment, trying to figure out what it was you were trying to tell him.

“I don’t understand,” he finally admitted. “Why not?”

You took in a deep breath, then let it out slowly, trying to figure out how to explain it to him.

“I wanted the list because I was afraid,” you started, looping your free arm through his and beginning to guide him back to your work table.

“Afraid?” Stephen asked, turning abruptly to look down at you. There was something almost…protective in the set of his mouth and the crease of his brow as he said the word.

“Afraid. You literally drive me up the wall sometimes, Stephen, but…you mean the world to me,” you said. Somewhere in the back of your mind, gears were turning. Stephen did mean the world to you. You chose to be here with him, to make this Sanctum into a home with him, to stand by his side in all circumstances.

You loved him.

Oh, by the Vishanti, you were in love with the idiot who gave you mental alarm bells every time he was about to say something stupid. You loved every aspect of him, and you were in love with him, too, and how had it taken you this long to realize it?

“You mean the world to me, too, darling,” Stephen murmured in response, his piercing blue eyes locked on yours as the two of you continued to walk slowly, arm in arm.

His use of that pet name for you—clearly deliberate this time—didn’t escape your notice. You smiled at his affection, glancing away from his eyes and staring at the floor. His gaze was just too intense for you right now.

“When you just…assumed that I’d be going to the gala with you and said that I was the logical choice because I wasn’t Wong, I just…oh, God, I don’t know if I can explain this right,” you admitted as you both reached the table once more. You set down your book, slipping your arm out of Stephen’s and leaning your hip against the table. “But Stephen, you’re invited to places like the gala because you’re the Sorcerer Supreme. You’re literally a genius with more magical power than anyone on Earth. Everyone who’s anyone knows and respects you, and, honestly, I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but I admire you and respect you more than anyone else, which is why I couldn’t bear to be reduced to just the prettiest and most convenient girl for you to put on your arm that night.” You cleared your throat, which was becoming a bit thick, and pressed on. “So yeah. I was afraid—afraid that if I let you take me somewhere fancy just because I’m here and at least somewhat attractive—that if I let you get your way with this without even asking me because you’re the Sorcerer Supreme and who wouldn’t want to go with you to a gala—that eventually, that’s all I’d be reduced to in your eyes. Just…pretty and convenient.”

“No, I—you could never just be—that could never happen,” Stephen croaked hoarsely, reaching one shaking hand out to cup your face. “Never.”

You heard his unspoken words loud and clear, though whether it was just because you knew him so well or because you were still connected enough to his magic from your earlier moment together, you couldn’t tell. Either way, you knew, in his heart of hearts, he was telling himself that he’d done that to someone he cared about once before and had cast them away in the end, and he regretted it every day of his life. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake a second time.

You leaned into his touch, and he rubbed his thumb gently back and forth over your cheekbone. Despite the aberrant stutter that interrupted the motion now and then, it was nonetheless a profoundly soothing gesture.

“I know that now. When you told me about how you remembered the first time I smiled at you, I realized,” you explained around a lump in your throat. “I realized a lot of things, actually, but one of them was that I didn’t need a list of reasons why you wanted me as your date anymore. You always saw me as more than I ever realized you did.”

The hand on your cheek moved to the back of your head while Stephen’s other arm wrapped around you, pulling you into his blue robes and broad chest with a fierceness that he seldom exhibited. You held him tightly in return, feeling that familiar calm wash over you that always came from being in Stephen’s arms.

“I thought you always knew,” he murmured quietly, burying his nose in your hair. “I thought…I thought I was always so obvious about how much I care about you and rely on you. The only reason I ever assumed you would go with me was because of that, you know. Because you’ve always, always been there for me when I needed you. Whether I needed you to tell me to get my head out of my ass and my foot out of my mouth or to show me how to hook kick my mid-life playground bully, you’ve been there.” He drew a deep breath in, his hands shaking more than ever with the intensity of the emotions he was feeling as he pulled away slightly, just enough for him to make eye contact with you. His blue eyes flitted back and forth between your eyes as he searched for something in your gaze while he continued to speak. “I can’t imagine a world in which you’re not there. When I picture myself doing anything important—like going to the Stark Industries Gala—you’re there with me in my mind. In every possible future I could have, you’re there. You keep me grounded. You help me be the best version of myself. Do you know that every time I’m with you, I feel clear-headed, and when I hold you, I feel calm? Nobody else in the world makes me feel like that,” he babbled on. “Usually, it’s the opposite; most people drive me up the wall. Especially when they’re physically close to me,” he added with a snort.

By the time you could get a word in edgewise, you were smiling unabashedly up at your friend, filled with an undeniable sense of wonder.

Could you really call him just your friend anymore, though? You loved him. You chose him, again and again, and he pictured you in every possible future with him.

“You’re rambling,” you laughed, sliding your hand to the back of his head once more, letting your fingers card through the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

“Sorry, I just—“ Stephen began, but you cut him off.

“Don’t apologize. I love it,” you said, your smile growing. “I love you.”

“It’s just nerves—wait, what did you say?” He asked, his blue eyes suddenly wide.

“I said I love you,” you replied simply, and Stephen’s lips parted in shock before a slow smile spread over them as he took in your words.

“I love you, too,” he breathed in response, sliding his large hand up to cup the side of your face. Gently, he pressed his forehead to yours and allowed the tips of your noses to brush once again. “I’ve loved you for a long time.” Here, in this position, mind-to-mind and magic-to-magic, you could feel Stephen’s aura more potently than ever, as if all of his mental fortifications had dropped and his heart was laid bare before you; it burned bright and warm with joy and relief, all underpinned by a powerful current of love and adoration for you.

“I know that now,” you murmured. “I’m sorry that it took so long for me to see it.”

“I’m sorry that it took so long for me to show you,” he replied, tilting his head just slightly, enough so that your foreheads were no longer touching and, instead, allowing his lips to ghost over yours as he spoke.

You closed the distance between the two of you, pressing your mouth to his. The moment you did, his magic again surged and flared around you, sparkling with such an array of emotions it was almost hard for you to tease them all out. There was that same joy as before and the steady rush of love for you, but there was passion and eagerness and an undeniable need, too.

You moved your mouths together as if this was what the two of you were made to do to each other. His lips were warm and firm yet pliable against yours, his meticulously groomed goatee scraping deliciously against your soft skin with every movement that either of you made. You wanted more, more of him, more of the man you loved, and so you licked at the seam of his mouth, asking for entrance.

Stephen granted it to you immediately, allowing your tongue into his mouth with a low moan. It was a beautiful sound, more magical than anything you’d ever heard before, and you were immediately obsessed, devoted to hearing that sound tear from him again and again and again—

Except suddenly, something very strong was pushing the two of you away from one another, prying you out of the strong embrace of the Sorcerer Supreme with supernatural power.

When you looked down, you realized it was the Cloak, which had apparently decided to force the two of you apart.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Stephen asked the Cloak hotly, but it merely pointed to the two books on the table with one of its corners, then pointed to the two of you each in turn before emphasizing its point by opening the cover of one of the books.

If the Cloak of Levitation could speak, you knew it’d be saying that there would be plenty of time for you and Stephen to get it on later, but for now, you were supposed to be figuring out why seven archeologists had gotten themselves blown up in the Transian Mountains before any more archeologists managed to meet the same fate.

“Fine. Fine. I know you’re right,” Stephen declared, then mumbled under his breath, “I hate being the Sorcerer Supreme sometimes. Fucking responsibilities. Higher duties.”

The Cloak patted Stephen consolingly on the shoulder as he folded himself unwillingly into the seat he’d been in earlier, struggling to figure out where he wanted to put his long legs in the scant space under the small table. You moved to take your seat, too, as Stephen grumbled away, your back already aching in protest at the thought of hunching over for another hour or two.

“We should take this somewhere more comfortable,” you said, sliding the book you’d selected over towards yourself.

“What do you have in mind?” Stephen asked as he took his book in hand and finally let his knee rest against yours again, obviously keen on the thought of more leg space.

“I’m a big fan of reading in bed,” you said, trying to make your comment sound nonchalant as possible, though you couldn’t help the way the corners of your mouth quirked up in a sly smile.

To be clear, you reminded yourself as you felt your heart rate accelerate in eagerness, you really did plan to read through this book—or at least skim it—and figure out what was going on with Mr. Tentacle Face in Mount Wundagore. But when the mystery was solved, was in bed with Stephen really such a bad place to be?

It definitely beat this table, at the least.

“What a coincidence,” Stephen said, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “So am I. Yours or mine?”

“Yours. I think it’s bigger than mine,” you explained, already gathering your book and pushing your chair back to stand up. As you did, you smiled sweetly over at Stephen. “More room for work…and play,” you added, leaning in tantalizingly close to his ear as you uttered those last words.

Stephen’s breathing hitched. He turned to look at you as you pulled away, almost as if chasing your proximity to him, and though you were tempted to just give it to him, to press his mouth against yours in a passionate, open-mouthed kiss, you managed to hold back. Instead, you slipped your sling ring on and opened a portal to his room.

“You coming, Sorcerer Supreme?” You asked, stepping through the portal and into his room. He’d been watching you, almost entranced, without getting up himself.

Your foot-in-mouth senses began going off for the first time since this morning, though this time, they came in a different flavor than you’d ever experienced before.

“I hope to be,” he said, grabbing his book and his laptop as he unfolded himself from the tiny chair and followed after you.

Great. Now you were permanently aware of when he was going to make corny sex jokes to you, apparently.

You rolled your eyes and turned away from him, stifling a smile and letting the portal fizzle shut as soon as you could sense that he’d walked through it.

“Thousands of pick-up lines, and that’s what you go for,” you teased him as you threw your book on the silky red sheets that covered his enormous bed, though you couldn’t help but let a slight note of amusement drift into your voice. “A joke about coming.”

“I know. I know,” he groaned. “It’s just the first thing that came to me—” you glanced at him over your shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “Not—that wasn’t a pun. Shit, this is a trainwreck. I should just rewind time and try again.”

“Please don’t,” you begged him, flopping down on one side of his bed. “I don’t want to be subjected to whatever other terrible pick-up lines you can come up with.”

“Who says they’re all terrible?” He asked, climbing above you on the bed and hovering above you on his hands and knees. You blinked up at him in surprise; he was so broad above you and impossibly handsome. You didn’t expect this view to be so fucking good.

You steeled your mind and resisted the urge to just wrap your hands around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. He’d melt against you like butter if you did, his strong chest pinning you into the softness of his mattress, and—

The Cloak would kill the two of you if you did. Literally kill you. In fact, it was a miracle the Cloak hadn’t strangled you the moment you’d suggested the two of you go to his bed to “work”. The Cloak was most likely clinging onto its sense of trust in you by one single frayed thread at this point, and you needed to prove that fiber of trust in you to be well-placed by doing the morally responsible thing and reading this fucking book.

And besides, Stephen really did not deserve to rail you just for making the lowest-effort joke about the male orgasm you’d ever heard in your life.

“The jury—me—rules that they’re all terrible unless proven otherwise,” you grinned, putting both of your palms on his chest and pushing him off of you. He didn’t resist, rolling to the side so that he was laying on his back directly adjacent to you.

“Yeah?” Stephen asked, cocking an eyebrow at you and smiling in that way of his.

“Yeah,” you said, trying desperately not to think about how stunning he looked with his head pillowed on red silk, a couple locks of his gorgeous dark hair falling into his face and bringing out the sharp definition in his cheekbones. He glanced away for a moment, lips flattening in thought before he turned back to you.

“You know how I can tell you’re a sorcerer?” He asked out of the blue. You waited for your foot-in-mouth senses to go off, to even buzz faintly, but they didn’t.

Was this not a pick-up line, then?

“How?” You asked.

“Because when I look at you, it’s like you’ve cast a spell on me. Everyone and everything else disappears,” he murmured, turning onto his side to brush his thumb against your chin just under your bottom lip.

Suddenly, the Cloak rippled behind him, pulling him flat on his back on the mattress once again before scooping up the book he’d picked and thrusting it against his chest.

“Okay!” Stephen exclaimed with a wheeze as the air was knocked from his lungs. The Cloak began forcefully opening the cover of the book for Stephen, clear on making its intention known. “Okay! I’m done! I’ll focus now! Just—fucking—stop that,” he snapped as the Cloak grabbed one of his hands and drew it towards the book.

“Guess I better look sharp over here, or else the Cloak will come for me next,” you laughed, waving your hands to levitate your book in front of you and flipping it to the first page. The book was enormous; you figured it had to be a couple thousand pages, at least. There was no way you could possibly read through all that in one night, but fortunately, you just had to skim through this thing, really, and see if you could find the picture you remembered.

“Yeah, I’d strongly recommend not incurring the Cloak’s wrath,” Stephen grumbled, massaging his chest where the book had hit with one hand and waving his other to levitate the book, much as you just had.

“For what it’s worth,” you said, smiling up at your book as you magically flipped it to the next page, then the next and next. “I thought that line was actually pretty good.”

“Well,” Stephen said with a low laugh, glancing over at you. That same self-satisfied look from earlier, when he’d been hoping he was right about the curse-breaking, was written all over his face. “In that case, getting a little beat up by my own favorite relic was worth it.”

The Cloak reached around, fluttering the pages of the book menacingly, and the two of you laughed but returned your attention to the task at hand. [Part 3 here]

#stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange x you #doctor strange x you #stephen strange #doctor strange #stephen strange fanfiction #doctor strange fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #marvel #celerrie writes

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violetbmuse · 4 months

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December 25th, 2023.

First official post in the channel, as it's been sitting here a while.

I've no clue what it's for, or who may eventually lay eyes upon the Wyrd I wryte.

I listen. I'm where I'm led. Doing as I'm shown withIN to do.

This pic was snapped tonight, while trying to get a shot of the left side of my face. It's torn to shit with some kind of creeping hive rash. Parasites?

Mega dosed my smoothie with almonds, as a precaution.

Most likely though, it's because one of my feline familiars, Freedom, had gone missing for a few days.

He's a burly, intact Tom Cat who lives feral among my brood here in Oz.

Black as Nyte 🐈‍⬛ to the naked eye, yet quite Violet 💜 in actual hue while under direct sunlight. A purple cat. Meow.

I still whisper sweet nuthins in his scarred up ear, like when he was a wee kitten. Remind him he's a panther. Daily.

He chooses a hard life, alone, feral.

And it's rough out there. This man has had some hard ass whoopings I've had to tend.

Wintertime, with his belly always full of squirrel or a random bird, this bastard IS damn near the size of a fer real panther now.

He's beautiful. Dynamic. Tender. Fierce.

When my cheek became irritated, inflamed, with the burning so intense, I wasn't sure what my message could be. If it was for me. Turn the other cheek?

All manifestations withIN the mater body ARE for my observation and interpretation to interface with. This is how Source code communicates itself to me.

I pondered all the metaphysical implications for this fiery left cheek.

After Freedom rolled in, three days he'd been gone, I see it may have been me helping him process something he'd been dealing with out in the woods.

I heard his meows in the aether about 10 minutes before he wandered into the yard.

I went to the door & called. No answer.

After 10 min, he DID show up at the door.

My heart sunk. I felt the waves of tears coming in hot. He was hurting. Bad.

He came in to the living area further, and the dogs went to him immediately.

He let themcome close. He needed help.

They tended him full on, removing 2 deeply imbedded porcupine quills from their brother's cheek. It spurted when the big one loosed.

He also had a long gash, and some other holes from where he'd plucked other quills out while away.

He was trembling as they doctored him.

I wrote as I watched. Did what I could but was told promptly to mynd my f'ing biz. They had it in hand. Tyvm.

I could write volumes of the nuances of how they did the Wyrk. How we always do the Wyrk for, and with one another.

You can see a small scab over from my mouth. 3 primary wounds on my cheek, all together. Same as Freedom. 💕

He curled up, kneaded my mama belly flesh a while, then fell deeply asleep, surrounded by 3 dogs who find him to be as amazing as I do.

Protected and free from that agony, he slept for hours. Healing.

My face will be my face regardless.

Freedom's too. Panthers we are.

That smile, this pic tho, is for Freedom tonight. He's hOMe. 🎁

Together we reMain, this Dark Wing 🦇 Bat Cat and Eye.

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the-final-sif · 2 years

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By the way, whenever someone asks for Ponk and Dream interaction, it's always the same person, it's always me. I'm very starved and your aus are the only food I've had in years

Tbf based on tags I have an idea of who you are, and I don't mind supplying the c!Ponk and c!Dream interact.

Extra tidbit:

c!Ponk post c!Dream-remembering-how-to-not-be-a-feral-ender-dragon is a bit sad about losing his dragon friend. But he understood it wasn't going to last forever. Still, Ponk keeps a stock of fresh fruit easily accessible for anyone stopping by, and if he sometimes sees someone keeping an eye on him from the shadows or an extra set of potions show up at his doorstep, well that could be anyone.

There's an understanding between him and Dream that it's safest to keep their distance. The rest of the server basically accepts that Ponk's friendship with Dragon Dream was simply a matter of possession of fruit. Nothing deeper that needs to be examined. Nothing that needs to be held against Ponk in the long term. That's the easiest answer.

But then Ponk is out adventuring and does something stupid. He takes a nasty fall and hurts his leg, damages his flesh arm, and is generally pretty busted up. It wouldn't be such a big deal, but he's far from the main SMP, nightfall is coming, and he's got no shelter. Sure, it probably won't be a canon death, but is sure going to be a miserable night. c!Foolish is on the other side of the SMP and he's asleep by now.

So, out of desperation and knowing he's up towards the arctic anyways, Ponk sends a message to an old friend.

There's no reply. No evidence. But after less then half an hour, there's a familiar beat of wings. Quieter now. Purposeful.

Ponk closes his eyes in relief as big, delicate talons scoop him up out of the ravine he fell into. It's awkward for the Dragon to half-fly half-clamber out while holding him, but Dream manages all the same.

Once they're out, there's a healing potion wrapped up in a leather pouch with toothmarks being carefully dropped into his hand. Ponk takes it and it works wonders, stitching up most of the damage but leaving him exhausted. The Dragon won't let him sleep just yet, prodding him until he climbs up onto it's back.

They don't fly- Dream is still too small for that. Ponk isn't sure if he's just always going to be small or if he still has some growing to do. Instinct says it's the latter. Ponk wonders if Dream might take him flying one day, if he gets big enough? He's not sure. He's not sure if either of them will live that long.

For the time being, Dream races through the trees. Light on his feet despite being an entire dragon carrying a full person on his back. They aren't headed back to the main SMP. Almost certainly for the best, too many eyes there. The air grows cold, and Ponk finds himself grateful that Dream has decided to be warm. It's enough to ward off the chill in the air.

After they break the treeline into an open Tundra, it's not long before the Syndicate's cabins come into view. Ponk's never been particularly close with any of them, but he's never had a bone to pick either. When Dream skids into the settlement, landing lightly, Ranboo is the only one to open his door. Eyes purple, and a smile on his face. He sees Ponk after a moment, smile faltering before he looks to Dream.

Vroops and whoops are quickly exchanged between the two before Ranboo nods and moves to offer a hand, one that Ponk gladly takes. He's lead inside where it's warm and safe and there's a couch that looks just fine to spend the night on. Even though it doesn't appear like Ranboo is speaking English at the moment, Ponk offers his thanks anyways.

When Ponk looks outside, the dragon is gone. Footprints slowly being erased by the falling snow. Not a trace left behind of what happened, except for the memories. Sometimes it's better that way.

#c!ponk #c!dream #c!ranboo #ender dragon dream #dream smp #dsmp #sif speaks #sif answers #my headcanons #anonymous #sif writes

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simplepotatofarmer · 3 years

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ive seen people call c!techno ancap. seeing as youre a techno appreciator, actual anarchist, and probably enough of an adult to actually understand the wikipedia page unlike myself, i wanna know if you have any thoughts on this? is c!techno an anarcho-capitalist?

i do have thoughts on this!

my very first thought is: cc!techno admitted that he wasn't well versed in anarchism when he first started playing his character. you can see that in his one conversation about the strong surviving while the weak huddle in fear (though that conversation is in a kinda awkward situation to begin with: he was speaking to bad and sam, it was his fifth stream, and c!techno had said he wasn't sure who was on his side and it seems like he was trying to figure out where they stand) where he seems to take a sort of hobbesian stance on anarchism.

but he's since learned more about anarchism, quoting emma goldman, the syndicate's manifesto being basically 'intro to anarchism' talking points, and having his character work with an enemy to take down the egg.

so i think that a lot of people who dislike c!techno (and i say this because i've seen at least one or two bigger blogs bring up this line very often) point to the 'i want a dog eat dog world' bit and say 'this is what c!techno really wants' are kinda missing the fact that cc!techno has said on stream that he didn't know much about anarchism and wanted to learn, asking for people to recommend him things to read. basically it shows that the actual situation was 'whoops i didn't do my research i should fix that my bad'.

and i think it's also missing the fact that since then, c!techno has actively worked on changing his ways. he's even gone as far to say that he's been a bad example of anarchy in the past and saying he wants to do better. which he has done much better. not perfect, but better.

basically, i believe that cc!techno didn't know much about anarchism in the first few streams and has since worked to learn more though it's still not perfect.

my second thought is: anarchy in minecraft can't function exactly like minecraft in the real world.

to me, this is where most of the 'c!techno is an ancap' arguments come from. that and a kind of.....internet/twitter understanding of anarchism.

c!techno is rich. he has a lot of wealth. he hoards that wealth.

in our world, the people who hoard wealth are the antithesis of anarchism. they're the products of capitalism.

but capitalism doesn't exist in minecraft the way it does in our world. what makes capitalism in our world so oppressive is the fact there's almost no way to succeed if you don't have capital to begin with. a few people hold all the wealth and power and it's nearly impossible for the rest of the population to get to that level. and that wealth is gained through the exploitation of the working class.

in minecraft, however, wealth is gained through a single person's actions. wealth is gained by grinding. anyone can do it. all they need is time. there's no restrictions to who can or can't do it and it doesn't take anything away from the other people. (in easy, i kinda think that the only resource that really is limited are totems of undying but i've never played java.)

basically, having wealth in minecraft doesn't work the same way as it does in our world. c!techno isn't exploiting anyone, he's not taking resources away from others, and he's not harming the world (server) by industrialization.

but again, i feel like a lot of the time, especially online, we see having wealth as an automatic negative. you saw the sort of thing i'm talking about after the twitch leak where people got upset that these streamers were making so much money but realistically the only issue would be unpaid twitch mods because streamers aren't the problem. the problem is the system and the exploitation of workers and yeah, there's definitely a bit of privilege for people to be able to do streaming full time, but compared to the harm that billionaires are causing.... i'm getting off-topic.

what my point here is that this subject has been boiled down to 'rich equals capitalism' without any nuance. like, yeah! i hate billionaires! i'm pissed at people like bezos and oil companies and politicians who take money from lobbyists. i'm not mad at streamers or actors or whatever.

and in the same vein, i'm not mad at a character in minecraft for having wealth.

my third and final thought is: the other argument i've seen is that c!techno hasn't done enough mutual aid, especially re: helping those from l'manberg but... i don't know what he should have done? he offered c!ranboo a place, he checked on c!niki, he saw that c!jack had his home still. i mean, there's other people who were effected but then you start to get into problems with personal grudges and, out of character, issues with scheduling and being able to line things up.

like, you can't really say 'c!techno didn't actually care about the egg' when cc!bad and cc!techno's schedules and personal lives had a big impact on what they could or couldn't do.

so, in my personal opinion, taking any inactivity as proof that c!techno doesn't care is disingenuous. the idea that c!techno didn't actually care about what the prison could be doing and what it represented because he hadn't done anything when cc!techno has real life issues and cc!sam also had scheduling issues just. doesn't completely sit right with me.

my conclusion: no, c!techno is not an ancap. he's not a perfect example of anarchism, either, which is something that i've been saying for a long time. he's a character created and written by a young dude who wasn't well-versed on anarchism when he first started his character and who has since done a good job of correcting those mistakes and portraying basic anarchism. i wouldn't label c!techno as any specific sort of anarchist, really, but as someone who follows the base tenets of anarchism.

#loyal answers things #this is so long i'm sorry i got carried away #technoblade #dream smp #dsmp analysis #anarchism

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Perfect a Drew Mcintyre One Shot

Warnings : Lots of Fluff, Smut, Dirty Talk

Word Count : 766

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Life as a WWE Spouse is hard, super hard but it's worth it. Drew is home with our two children and I for a few weeks while healing from a minor injury. He's feeling back to normal, but was advised to just relax and enjoy his time off. I can hear thumping and bumping coming from our son Hunter's room so I go to see what's going on. "CLAYMORE!" I hear Hunter scream as he runs full speed into Drew, delivering a pretty impressive Claymore kick to him. Drew falls to the ground and Hunter gets on top of him to pin him. "ONE! TWO! THREE!" Our other son Max screams "Hunter wins!".

I can't help but laugh hysterically from the doorway. "What's so funny? Never seen a man get beat up by a 7 year old before?" Drew says flashing those dimples. "You definitely got whooped on" I say still laughing. "Yeah daddy you got whooped on by your own son!" Hunter says flexing his little muscles at Drew. "Look at those guns!" Drew and I laugh and go downstairs, leaving the boys to play in their room. "That was adorable" I say sitting on the sofa

"I've really been enjoying just being at home with you guys" Drew says taking a sip of his whiskey. "I just wish you didn't have to leave soon, I wish you could just stay. I know that's not realistic but.... It would be nice" I say, leaning my head on his shoulder. "I know you do honey" Drew says with a sigh. The thought of him leaving just always made me so emotional because I knew he would be gone for a little while. It's peak season for the company, and he's in an important storyline so that means less vacation days.

"After this season, I can be home more you know that" Drew says, wrapping his arm around me. His embrace felt so comforting and secure. The day passes by and we've just put both boys down for bed. I'm cleaning the kitchen while Drew puts away dishes. I'm bent over the counter, scrubbing it and Drew grabs and smacks my ass. I look back and smile. He softly grabs me by my hips, pulling me back into him and kisses my neck. "What if we just take a break from this for a second" Drew says trailing kisses down my neck.

I giggle and turn my head, inviting Drew in for a kiss. He plants a passionate kiss on my lips, as our hips sway back and fourth. Drew reaches for his phone and plays "Perfect" By Ed Sheeran ft Beyonce , this is our song. We sway and dance back and fourth in the kitchen together. I look deeply into his eyes, and I was reminded of how much he truly meant to me. We couldn't help but to smile at each other. "We were just kids when we fell in love" Drew sings along with the song "Not knowing what it was" I follow

Our lips connect again, this time my arms wrapped around his neck. Drew gently lifts me onto the counter top, holding me by my waist. "I love you so much" He says looking deeply into my eyes. "I love you too" I say smiling. Drew's hands explore my body, and I take off my oversized shirt revealing my plump breasts. Drew takes one in his hand and softly licks and sucks on the other. He pulls off his pajama pants and boxers, and slides my panties to the side before slowly entering me.

"You're so wet" he says lustfully. "Only for you" I say through a moan. He fills every inch of me as if our bodies were made for each other. He delivers long passionate strokes hitting the right spot every single time. I try to contain my moans to avoid waking the boys up, but it's juts so damn hard."You like that?" Drew says through his thick accent. "Yes!" I moan. He continues delivering those long strokes that drive me crazy while playing with my breasts.

He knows my body so well, every inch. I wrap my legs around his waist in anticipation that my climax is coming very very soon. "Go ahead, cum for me" He whispers in my ear. His voice sent chills down my spine. Before I knew it my body was filling with passion and lust and I hit my climax just as he did. My head falls onto his shoulder, we're both breathing heavy. "Would you still like to finish cleaning?" Drew says jokingly

#drew mcintyre #drew mcintyre smut #wwe #wwe fic #drew mcintyre fic #wwe smut #smackdown #raw #drew mcintyre one shot

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wanda-maximoff-enthusiast · 2 years

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Song fics? That sounds awesome! I have a recommendation. Please don't feel pressured to use this, but whenever I listen to If I'm Lucky by State Champs, it makes me think of Bruno. Like the guy really likes this girl but thinks he's not good enough for her, but finds out she likes him too and then they're happy together, it just sounds so cute and so Bruno to me hehe. Anyway I love you and this blog, have a wonderful week! <3

screaming, crying-

I love that song sm omg, thank you for the suggestion! I hope you enjoy <3

~If I'm Lucky~

Bruno Madrigal x fem!reader

Summary: Bruno Madrigal is in love with (Y/N), but thinks he isn't enough for her. If only he knew how much she loved him too...

Warnings: Bruno feeling really sad/self conscious, ends happily tho

A/N: This is set around Isabela's gift ceremony, so Dolores has also been born :)

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Hello, sunshine

What's your name today?

Well, you look so graceful

But I'm not faithful

Do you really wanna be with me?

Bruno watched you from his tower's large window. He was absolutely infatuated with you, gazing at you softly as you laughed with Pepa, the sunshine above her head glowing brighter every second.

But he could never be with you. You surely had hundreds of suitors, all of them able to give you much more than Bruno could, but he couldn't help falling in love with you endlessly.

Hello, summer

Or should I say goodbye?

Well, it's been so long

But I'm still thinkin'

If it's worth another try

You couldn't tear your gaze away from the youngest of the Madrigal triplets. The faded emerald of his round eyes, the way his dark curls framed his gorgeous face and bounced whenever he moved, he was positively the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

But he was so… distant. Every time you tried to speak with him he would gasp and flee in a hurry. Even when you were with his sisters, he didn't speak to you. It was starting to get on your nerves.

Well I've got a lot to talk about if you still wanna listen

Or if you even care

'We have a new gift!' Alma called out to the Encanto, resulting in cheers and whoops from the crowd. Her hand was firmly placed on Isabela's shoulder, the young girl giddy with joy.

It was then that you noticed Bruno was gone. He had vanished from his sisters' sides, not that they really seemed to notice, anyway. Julieta was overcome with excitement as she pressed kisses on her daughter's grinning face, and Pepa was preoccupied with telling her Dolores about how much she loved her.

That's when you turned around, and noticed Casita's door wide open.

I'm just tryin' to find my place in this world

And I know it's not so right to feel this way about a girl

But if you stay or if you go, I'm right there with you.

It wasn't hard to locate Bruno's presence, he was sitting under a tree, a few of Julieta's arepas on his lap and a sad expression clouding his handsome features.

'Bruno!' You called out, making him jump and prepare to leave.

'No, don't leave! I just wanna talk!'

He froze, sinking back down into his previous position and taking a bite out of an arepa. You took this as a good sign, and walked over to where he was sitting, hoisting up your skirts to sit on the grass beside him.

But you know that I'm lookin' for more than a pretty smile

And if I'm lucky you can stay for a while

But if you stay or if you go, I'm just hangin' on again

Bruno didn't realise how much the two of you had in common until he had had a full conversation with you. It was almost like you had known each other for years, and not once did either of you think of going back inside.

He watched you leave, a shy wave coming from you as you skipped along the pathway. He smiled, his cheeks beginning to hurt from the gesture, before frowning again and pulling the hood of his ruana over his head.

'Whatever.' He thought, 'She's still way out of my league.'

Hello, stranger

We haven't had a past

Now I learned so much, so much, yeah

Time's goin' by fast.

Your friendship with Bruno began to grow stronger by the day, and so did his confidence. Every morning he would meet you by the fruit stand with one of his sister's freshest snacks and the two of you would stroll along the river together.

Bliss. Absolute bliss. That's what you felt whenever you were with Bruno Madrigal. Pure, unadulterated bliss.

Hello, beautiful

It's so obvious you're hearin' every word

I said, you know, you know

As Bruno began to grow more confident, he got flirtier with his greetings and the way he addressed you.

'Buenos Dias, bonita.'

'That's a new one, I'm impressed. I'm still waiting for the wedding proposal, though.'

He laughed, handing you an arepa con queso.

'You wish, sweetheart.'

You laughed too, not realising how your words had taken a toll on the man beside you.

That I've got a lot to talk about if you still wanna listen

Or if you even care

Bruno adored you. But he would never dare tell you, or anyone for that matter. You were like a goddess, and compared to the rest of your possible suitors, he was nothing.

I'm just tryin' to find my place in this world

And I know it's not so right to feel this way about a girl

But if you stay or if you go, I'm right there with you.

You adored Bruno. But he still seemed rather distant, as if he was keeping a life-changing secret from you. It was eating you up inside and you impatiently awaited the day he would tell you what was happening.

But you know that I'm lookin' for more than a pretty smile

And if I'm lucky you can stay for a while

But if you stay or if you go, I'm just hangin' on again

Still, despite Bruno's self consciousness, he continued to flirt jokingly, trying to build up the pure courage to ask even if you felt the same way.

But he couldn't, because he already knew the answer, and he treasured his time with you too much to lose you.

How I'd love to say

'Okay, I can't do this anymore. Bruno, what are you hiding from me?'

The mentioned man blinked at you, his cheeks flushing red, and he turned away bashfully at your question. You had finally decided that you had had enough and interrogated Bruno.

'Nothing, I'm fine.'

'But you're not, what's wrong?'

'Nothing, (Y/N), I am fine.'

'Bruno, you're so distant, you are not fine!'

'Can't you just listen to me just this once?'

'Not until you tell me what's wrong.'

'Take the hint, I'm fine.'

'Bruno Madrigal if you don't tell me right now I will-'

'Alright! I'm in love with you, okay?'

That I'm so glad I've found my place in this world

And it's so right to feel this way about a girl

But if you stay or if you go, I'm right there with you.

You blinked, taking in Bruno's words as he hid his dark curls beneath his hood.

'I should probably go.'

'No! Bruno wait!'

But he was already walking away, and you barely managed to stop him by grabbing his ruana and pulling him to you.

'You didn't let me finish, idiot.'

And that was all you needed to say before you leaned in and pressed your lips to his.

But you know that I'm lookin' for more than a pretty smile

And if I'm lucky you can stay for a while

But if you stay or if you go, I'm right there with you, right

You pulled away, gazing into his widened green eyes, before he pressed gentle hands to your cheeks and smiled.

'So I take it you feel the same way.'

'If you didn't get the hint by now I would be very concerned.'

He grinned at you, before pressing his lips to yours once again.

I'm just tryin' to find my place in this world

And I know it's not so right to feel this way about a girl

But if you stay or if you go, I'm right there with you.

He pulled back suddenly, breath shaky and eyes flooding with tears. 'Are you sure you actually want to be with me? I won't be the best husband, I'm stubborn, and awkward, and you'll get bored of me and-'

'Bruno.' You cut him off sternly, before cupping his face in your hands and kissing the tip of his nose.

'A life without you would be a galaxy without stars.'

But you know that I'm lookin' for more than a pretty smile

And if I'm lucky you can stay for a while

But if you stay or if you go, I'm just hangin' on again, I'm just

'Are you sure, my vida?'

'Yes, mi amor, I am sure.'

I'm just hangin' on

'So, we're gonna get married now?'

He laughed, wrapping his arms around you.

'Only if you want to, mi corazon.'

I'm just hangin' on

'Ooh, let's have five kids! No wait, three. Or maybe four?'

'We'll see if we can handle marriage first, and then decide the number of kids we have.'

'And they'll all get gifts!'

'Mi vida-'

'And we can annoy the Encanto even more!'

'(Y/N), nO-'

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For so much of his life, Bruno Madrigal had only known dark clouds and rain and thunderstorms.

But then you walked in and suddenly...

Hello, sunshine.

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LOVE THIS STORY. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. (Y/N) AND BRUNO MY CHAOTIC BABIES I LOVE THEM.

(also sorry if I got any of the lyrics wrong, I copied and pasted off of Google for most of it)

#encanto x reader #encanto #encanto imagines #bruno madrigal #encanto bruno #we dont talk about bruno #bruno x reader #bruno madrigal x y/n #bruno my beloved #bruno madrigal x reader

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izzytheauthor · 3 years

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Peppermint Winter (Weasley Family x Weasley!Reader)

Pairing: Weasley Family x Weasley!Reader (I'm pretty sure it's gender neutral, but let me know if I missed something!)

Summary: Christmas Eve is always magical at the Burrow, but there's something special in the air this year. Based on the song Peppermint Winter by Owl City.

Author's Note: I meant to have this done last night for Christmas Eve, so sorry for the delay! I don't think I've ever listened to a song as many times as I did for this fic. Thanks to my new website I now know exactly how insane I am listening to this song for 5+ hours. Whoops. I picture this fic happening in the Twin's first year and the year before you attend Hogwarts, but I suppose it can be read however you wish. Just a really fluffy fic for Christmas because it's my favorite holiday and this is one of my favorite songs.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Food, but I think that's it. Just a bunch of fluff.

General Taglist: @dogweedanddeathcaps @jenniweaslee @sanitisegermsfree @lostaurorax @loony-loopy-lupinn @freddielupin @lxvegoods

There's the snow, look out below // And bundle up cause here it comes // Run outside, so starry eyed // A snowball fight breaks out

Life at the Burrow was always a bit crazy no matter the time of year, but there was nothing quite like Christmas with your family.

This year was even better than normal. You hadn’t had a Christmas all together since Bill graduated from Hogwarts to become a curse breaker. That changed this year when he finally got to take a few days off to be with the family.

But even with the extra magic in the air that came with having your family together, there was something missing this year. Something big.

For the first time in your life, there was no snow on the ground here at the Burrow on Christmas Eve.

You had made the best of it though. You and Molly had baked dozens of cookies to give to the neighbors. Celestina Warbeck’s Christmas album had been playing every waking moment for the last week. And of course the house was decorated from top to bottom like something out of a muggle magazine (minus the stupefied gnome that topped the tree).

Christmas Eve dinner had been delicious, as usual. Molly was quite possibly the best cook in the world, and she always proved it during the holidays. The meal had been filled with smiles and laughter, as well as the occasional argument between Percy and the twins. But overall, it was everything you could have asked for from your family.

Molly passed around a tray of cookies you’d baked together earlier that day, everyone taking more than their fair share.

“These look great mum.” Charlie complimented.

You coughed dramatically and stared at him expectantly.

“And Y/N of course. How could I forget? You helped by licking the spoon.” He winked.

Your jaw dropped open, but Molly interrupted before you could get a single word out.

“Now, now. Y/N helped me decorate some of them.” She smiled, digging through the pile to find one you had done. “Ah, there’s one. Doesn’t it look wonderful?” She asked, showing off the cookie that was completely covered in frosting and sprinkles.

“It looks like a unicorn threw up on it.” Fred said, causing the table to erupt into laughter.

You sat pouting, but Molly came to your rescue.

“Well I think it looks wonderful.” She said, putting it on her plate before passing the tray to you.

“LOOK!” Ginny yelled, pointing out the window.

You almost dropped the tray in surprise before turning to see what she was pointing at.

Outside a steady stream of fluffy white flakes drifted down from the sky, illuminated by the light from the full moon. At some point during your dinner a blizzard had started outside, creating a pristine layer of snow.

You abandoned the cookies, rushing to the window and pressing your face to the glass. Within seconds you were fogging it up, but you didn’t care. You were just happy to finally see the snow.

“Let’s go!” Ron exclaimed, already out of his chair and running to the door.

“RONALD WEASLEY!”

He stopped in his tracks, turning back to face his mum with wide eyes.

“You can’t possibly think you’re going outside at this time of night.” She scolded, hands on her hips.

His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, unsure of what to say.

Arthur looked around at the longing eyes of his children that were still trained on the window behind him and smiled.

“Now Molly, it’s Christmas Eve. Let them go play.”

“I’ll go too mum, I’ll keep an eye on everyone.” Bill added.

Everyone’s eyes drifted to their mother, waiting as she thought over her answer.

“Oh, alright!”

She had hardly gotten the words out when the sound of chairs scraping against the wooden floor filled the room, all of her children eager to get their coats on and head outside into the winter wonderland.

You were halfway to the door when you spun back to grab a cookie. As you did, you saw that Percy was still sitting at the table with your parents and you shook your head with a smile.

“Come on Perce!” You said, tugging on his sleeve.

Despite his protests, you didn’t miss the little twitch of a smile he tried to hide. You knew he loved you all, he just didn’t always know how to show it.

You and your siblings stumbled over each other trying to get your snow gear on and be the first out the door. Ron won that race having had a head start, but the rest of you followed quickly behind.

You and Ginny held hands and spun in circles together, heads thrown back and mouths open to catch snowflakes on your tongues. Giggles erupted from the two of you as you began to get dizzy, but neither of you wanted to stop.

That is until something hard hit your shoulder.

The two of you snapped your heads to the side, seeing the twins laughing to themselves.

You had hardly processed what had happened when you felt a half-formed snowball slam on the top of your head. Your jaw dropped as your hands moved to your hair, suddenly regretting that you’d forgone a hat in your hurry to get outside.

You turned to Ginny who was now laughing so hard she could hardly breathe.

“It’s every wizard for themselves!” You yelled, quickly packing a snowball and throwing it at an unsuspecting Ginny, running away before she could get her revenge.

Runny nose, my frosty toes // Are getting cold but I feel alive so I smile wide // The snowflakes start falling and I start to float // 'Til my mean older brother stuffs snow down my coat

The snowball fight died down after a while, a truce being declared when your fingers became too cold to form any more snowballs.

Unfortunately, the terms of the truce included the twins claiming victory. You all disagreed with that call, but the fight would have gone on for another hour if you hadn’t agreed with it.

You could hardly feel your toes anymore, and you’d begun sniffling about halfway through the battle, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. As cold and tired as you were, you never wanted this moment to end.

While the snow was no longer untouched, you still thought it was the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen. The snow was still falling, but at a much slower rate, and the wind had died down as well, leaving the flakes to dance gracefully to the ground on their own. The tree branches were topped with a layer of snow, and you wondered how long it would last before it melted and turned to icicles instead. But best of all, the front yard was now home to eight snow angels, one for each of you.

A figure appeared at your side, and when you turned around you found George next to you studying the snow angels just as you had been.

“I can’t believe we got Percy to make one.”

You shrugged. “He’s not that bad.”

He turned to look at you in disbelief. “He sucks the fun out of everything. Hogwarts has been great, but he seems to be around every corner ruining all the fun. I’m sure it’ll be even worse next year if he makes Prefect like Bill and Charlie did.”

“You probably deserve it though.” You laughed, but your smile faded as you noticed the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Perhaps.” He winked.

Before you could turn around, you felt something ice cold drip down your back.

Your eyes widened as you spun around to catch Fred laughing behind you, his mittens still covered in snow.

“FRED!” You screamed. “What happened to the truce?”

He and George spun around and ran, laughing all the way.

“That wasn’t technically a snowball!” They chorused in sync.

You grabbed a handful of snow of your own, and ran after their retreating figures, determined to give them a taste of their own medicine.

All this holiday cheer // Heaven knows where it goes // But it returns every year

Molly eventually put an end to the winter shenanigans and called you all back inside. As you walked through the doorway and stripped from your winter clothes, she handed you each a mug of hot chocolate.

“Thanks mum.” You smiled, giving her a kiss on the cheek as you walked into the living room to cuddle up by the fireplace.

You and Ginny sat on the floor together, sharing a blanket. It was just large enough to wrap around both of your shoulders as long as you sat close enough. The warmth that radiated from the blanket and the fireplace was nothing compared to the warmth in your heart as you looked around at the rest of your family.

Molly and Arthur sat together on the couch cuddled up together, Arthur pressing a gentle kiss to Molly’s cheek. Percy had hardly touched his hot chocolate, instead giving his complete focus to the book he was reading. Bill sat in the rocking chair with his eyes closed, gently rocking back and forth to the beat of Celestina Warbeck’s Nothing Like a Holiday Spell as it played on the radio. Fred and George sat by the tree whispering to themselves as they pointed at different presents, probably trying to guess what was inside them. Charlie seemed to be doing the same thing you were, sitting in the arm chair and stirring his hot chocolate as he looked around the room with a content smile. And you could just barely see Ron from where you were sitting. He was in the kitchen by the cookies, and you had no doubt he was stuffing his face with them.

There was something in the air tonight. Maybe it was the Christmas miracle of getting a white Christmas just hours before Christmas arrived. Maybe it was because for once in your life your family was quiet and peaceful, just enjoying each other’s company. Or maybe there was just something about the holidays that felt magical.

Whatever it was, you wanted to savor it while it lasted.

What's December without Christmas Eve?

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c0la-queen · 3 years

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|Edd (Eddsworld)| Smile

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Tooth-Rotting Sweetness, Sexual Innuendos, Edd being a male

Summary: Not all tears are sad on the happiest day of your life

Ok look I had a really cute dream and decided to indulge myself don't @ me. Also the character Sarah belongs to a friend of mine, and Vienna is my character. This is also very rushed, so I apologize if it sucks.

It felt like I couldn't breathe. As I watched my bridesmaid smooth down my dress in the mirror, a million thoughts flew through my head. What if I looked ugly? He probably won't like the dress. Maybe the cake will be shit. What if the official finds something wrong with the legality?

Sarah, my maid of honor, noticed my panic and set her hands on my shoulders.

"Hey, deep breaths."

Vienna, my other bridesmaid, took one of my hands. Her strong Irish accent and violet eyes were calming.

"Don't worry, Ma always told me ya get nervous right before the wedding. But everything will turn out perfect."

I breathed deeply, then exhaled, nodding. Soon Vicky, Edd's younger sister and the third bridesmaid, popped her head through the door.

"Its time."

☆☆☆

I looked over at my father as he squeezed my hand in reassurance. We were standing outside, waiting. Tom, Tord, and Matt had all smiled at my appearance and told me that Edd would probably faint. They were gone now, having walked the bridesmaids in.

I tensed as the Bridal March started up. The sound of people standing from their chairs made me swallow nervously. My father smiled encouragingly, and we began our walk.

The wedding hall was beautifully decorated, with white streamers connected by white flowers. An organ laid in the far corner, with an old family friend of my mom's sitting at it, playing. As I passed, people in the aisles waved at me. I recognized friends, family, and old family friends that I rarely saw. In the two front rows were my mom and grandparents, as well as Edd's parents and grandparents. All four women were dabbing their eyes with tissues.

And then he was there. Standing in front of the alter, wide eyed and mouth slightly open, was my husband-to-be. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a green flower tucked in the pocket. His brunette hair was actually combed for once. I tried to hold back a giggle at his expression.

My father and I stepped up onto the altar. But Edd just stood there, starstruck. Rolling his eyes, Tord stepped forward and gave Edd a little shove in the back. That got him going. Chuckles rang through the hall at the groom's trance.

With a little "oh-", Edd stepped forward and held out his arm. My father handed me over, and I noticed tears sparkling in the old man's eyes. That was almost enough to make me cry. Almost.

As Edd and I stood hand in hand, the official began to drone on. But it all became a blur as he whispered my name.

"You look stunning. Like, really beautiful."

"Thank you. You look more handsome than I've ever seen you. Which is saying a lot."

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I sat in my chair and hummed happily, the fairy lights on the roof glittering in the gold reflection of my new ring. A hand over mine drew my attention up. Edd was in the chair next to me, smiling as if I were the only thing in the world.

Suddenly a chorus of spoons on glass filled the room. I groaned playfully, knowing what it meant. Edd however, took full pleasure in pulling me down and kissing me once again. Tom whooped from the other side of the table. No doubt that he probably started the ringing this time. I laughed as I saw Sarah smack his arm.

"Leave those two alone, Thomas-"

My smile never left as I scooped a forkful of wedding cake into my mouth. It was my favorite flavor and I intended on savoring every bite.

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The night went by in a blur of delicious food, people I had only met once congratulating me and telling me I had grown so beautiful, songs being danced to, and millions of photos being taken.

Unfortunately when it came time for Edd to take the garter belt off my leg, Tord changed the music to play Careless Whispers and Matt dimmed the lights. Everyone who was old enough to understand started whistling and "ooo"ing. I'm sure you could see how bright red my face was, even in the dark. Edd, however, just laughed and went along with it, deciding to take the belt off my thigh with his teeth. That made Tom, Tord, Matt, and Vienna share high fives. The lifelong friends were soon met with my glare.

Now Edd and I stood in the wedding suite of the hotel we were staying at. We had decided to have the wedding in my hometown, since it was further out than Edd's.

I laughed as Edd wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in my neck.

"Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are~?"

"Yes-"

The thought was cut off by a squeak, as Edd lifted me off the ground. He deposited me onto the bed, climbing up over me.

"Well hi there, sir. What'cha doing?"

"Just enjoying my new wife~"

I had never smiled wider than I did that day. It hurt my cheeks, but I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

#eddsworld #edd gould #x reader #fluff

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nvvermore · 3 years

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Do What You Can With Me

Ophélie and Lukas sneak away from the masquerade [inspired by a prompt from @vissenta-senadz ]

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cw: none

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“I hope you know I have no idea where I’m going,” Ophélie says, dragging Lukas along through the halls of the palace, towards what she thinks might be the gardens. His laugh cuts through the fading music and chatter of the masquerade, and she’s happy to find she can hear him much clearer away from it all.

Eventually they do find their way out into the gardens, where it’s peaceful and quiet, and a much needed respite from the party. Just the moon, the flowers, the chirping of the crickets, and most importantly, the two of them. They’ve even managed to stumble upon a small gazebo, tucked far enough into the greenery that they’re unlikely to be disturbed.

Ophélie removes her mask— golden and adorned with blush-colored roses to match the ones on her gown— and looks up to the sky, taking in the stars and the fresh air.

From besides her, Lukas speaks up. “It’s a little suffocating in there, huh?”

She turns to look at him instead, enthralled by the way moonlight shines off of his golden waves. “It’s overwhelming!” The weight that’s been on her shoulders all evening finally feels like it’s gone, like she finally has a moment to truly enjoy the night. “It all makes me feel so… small.”

“Well,” Lukas makes a point of looking her up and down, with an emphasis on the down. He’s merely teasing her, of course, but the way his eyes drag over her form makes her heart speed up.

“Hey! You know what I mean!” She playfully swats at his arm. “Besides, if you think I’m short now, well, just wait until I take off my heels.” His brows shoot up, like he hadn’t even considered the possibility at all. Ophélie’s eyes light up as she gathers her skirts so she can kick off her shoes. With them on, she had been just about eye level with his shoulders, but with them off top of her head just barely reaches the same spot.

When Ophélie looks back up at him, he laughs at her. She pretends to be offended, planting her hands on her hips with a fake pout, but her act barely lasts a second before it breaks and she’s giggling alongside him.

“If it makes you feel any better, it’s not like I’m average height either,” Lukas says after his laughter has died down.

Ophélie doesn’t know very many that would be taller than him, and rarely does she ever like it. But she does, for a reason she can’t explain, besides that next to him, she might be tiny but he doesn’t make her feel small.

She strips off her gloves, adding them to her growing pile of abandoned accessories. “Hold out your hand.” Lukas tilts his head in confusion but doesn’t question her, raising his hand. Ophélie then places hers against his, palm to palm. Unsurprisingly, it’s just as drastic of a difference as their heights, her fingertips barely reaching his second knuckle. It's also the first time she touched him without gloves in the way, and she's pleased to know that he feels just as warm as she’d thought he'd be.

The sight sends the two of them into another round of laughter. “What a pair we make!” Ophélie remarks. She leans in closer against Lukas’s side, and he rests his arm around her shoulders and pulls her in closer. Her eyes flit back up to him and he's looking out into the garden, and she wishes there wasn't a mask hiding his face away. Like this, she’s certain she can just hear his heart pounding.

Then, he laces their fingers together.

This wasn't the first time she’d gotten hung up on his hands tonight— since this morning even, when he first touched her shoulder to steady her in the hallway—and she really shouldn't be so affected by simple hand holding. But now as she's feeling his calluses against her palm she starts to wonder just how nice they feel with his hands running down her back or up her legs.

Ophélie joins Lukas in looking out over the garden in comfortable silence, cutting off her fantasizing before she gets too carried away. The gazebo is surrounded by flowering trees and bushes, all sorts of plants she’s never seen outside of Amaryllis’s books, flowers she had no idea could even grow in Vesuvia. All sorts of pots and vines decorate the gazebo itself, but the flower box full of tiny blue blooms hanging off of the banister in front of where they stand is what catches her eye.

Without warning she pulls away from Lukas, breaking the peace. “Oh!”

“What is it?” he asks as Ophélie plucks a sprig of the flowers from the box. Instead of returning right to his side, she hops up onto the stone bench that sits a few feet away. Lukas remains at her side though, hand finding hers again to keep her balanced.

Up on the bench she's able to look Lukas in the eye— his very blue eyes, the color a perfect match to the blooms in her hand. “Forget-me-nots!” Ophélie slips her other hand from his grasp, her fingers waiting at the edge of his mask. “May I?” she asks him, and he nods, wide-eyed.

This morning in the hallway, she didn’t get the opportunity to really admire the freckles that dot across his cheeks or get to notice the faint scars that cut through them. She ghosts her nails up his jawline, tucking loose strands of his hair back, and then slips the forget-me-nots behind his ear.

Before Ophélie even has the chance to pull her hand back, Lukas is drawing her in closer and pressing his lips to hers. She gasps softly against his mouth, kissing him back and wrapping her arms around his neck.

Then, he pulls back. “Was— is this okay?” he asks, a little breathless and with an edge to his voice.

“I’m not sure...” Ophélie makes no attempt to keep the grin off her lips. “I think we need to do it again. And then maybe some more. For good measure, of course.”

Lukas is smiling as she pulls him in to bring his mouth back to hers. She winds a hand into his hair and he melts, pulling her closer by his hands gripping her hips. His tongue slides against hers, and she’s got goosebumps that certainly aren't from the chill in the air. Absentmindedly, Ophélie’s hand in his hair tightens, and he groans deep and low into the kiss.

When his lips leave hers this time, it's to start trailing kisses down her jaw. “Have you made up your mind yet?” She can feel his smile against her skin.

“Nope.” She giggles as his lips ghost over her neck, just enough to tickle. But then he nips at her, and her laughter turns into a sharp gasp, and then a moan when he starts to suck. Surely he's going to leave a mark or two, but she certainly won't complain.

Though leaving a mark seems to be Lukas’s plan after all. “Forget-me-not,” he says, and continues his efforts at her neck after she’s throwing her head back in laughter.

“How could I ever, with a mouth like yours?” Ophélie pulls on Lukas’s hair with more purpose this time, directing his kisses back up to her mouth. Then suddenly he’s hoisting her up and off of her feet, his hands guiding her legs around his waist and then sliding under her ass to support her. He's kissing her breathless but the last thing she wants to do is pull away for air, she just wants to get closer and—

And then from behind her, she hears someone clearing their throat loudly.

They both pull away from each other, Ophélie spinning around to see none other than Amaryllis.

“I really do hate to interrupt, but, you have ten minutes until your second set,” they sigh, “I've been looking for you for almost an hour.”

“Whoops?” Ophélie says, as if avoiding Amaryllis and her masquerade responsibilities wasn't the entire reason the two of them had come all the way out here. That, and of course she was hoping she'd have the opportunity to get a little closer to Lukas.

She unwraps her legs from Lukas’s waist and he gently places her back onto her feet, but not without one last parting kiss.

“Don’t forget me,” Ophélie whispers, stepping back and scooping up her mask and gloves and sliding her shoes back on.

Somehow, she knows she won’t be able to forget him.

#do they... u kno... have a significant height difference??#lukelie #ophélie rozaliya #lukas vinter #ophélie fic #my fic

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meggtheegg · 3 years

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!!! 🎥 do you have any favorite scenes from your hyperfixation? I love any scene that lets the characters really emote, if that makes sense? Marvel is generally better than most guy-dominated genre movies when it comes to letting their characters be emotional, but it's still rare that you see moments like the opening of TFATWS Episode 4, where they actually let Bucky cry, which lord knows he deserves after all he's been through. So those moments are definitely great. Also, the entirety of the boat-fixing montage and the cookout scene? Chefs kiss. And, this is more of a throwback, but the whole scene in the First Avenger where Steve breaks Bucky out of the Hydra facility is just really good and doesn't get enough recognition. That is honestly my biggest comfort movie and it needs more love, in general. I'm now realizing every single one of my answers involves Bucky, but if I'm really honest with myself, he's the only reason the MCU has crossed from 'thing i enjoy' to full-on hyperfixation, so that makes sense

💕 tell us about one of your favorite characters and why you like them! Whoops, I just fully foreshadowed this in the last answer, but I have so much love for Bucky Barnes. And it's weird, because it feels like I'm attached to him for a different reason than a lot of the fandom? Like yes he's attractive and edgy and brooding, but like...he's also kind. He's been to hell and back, has gone through at least three villain origin stories and said no to them every single time. He chooses to be gentle and good and to keep on fighting for what's right, even when he has every reason to give up the fight (even when Steve chose to, despite supposedly being the "better" of the two whoops) because he is a deeply good person. He proved Zemo wrong about supersoldiers just by being himself. He's grumpy and awkward and an absolute drama queen, and that's the full extent of how 70 years of torture and brainwashing affected his personality. And maybe it's the fact that he was made to fill a traditionally feminine role in the story and is written as such, but I've just always found him so much more relatable than most Marvel superheroes. Bc most of the guys fall into this dumb male gaze power fantasy, at least at certain points in their stories, and most of the girls are written by men who think that "strong woman" means "guy with boobs"...and then there's Bucky, off to the side playing the damsel in distress and caring so deeply about everything and everyone, dealing with immeasurable trauma and using it not as an excuse to become cold or violent or selfish, but as a reason to keep going, to try to grow and heal and persevere against all odds. That's something you don't see a lot of, and it's exactly what I want to see in the media I consume.

💎 are there any fun facts or trivia that you would like to share? Oh man, there are many, but I'll just give a couple of them. -Chris Evans' hair in almost all of the movies was a wig -Similarly, Seb used his real hair in Civil War, but supposedly it hadn't grown out quite enough by the beginning so they used extensions that they then removed later on in the filming process, so the scenes where his hair maybe looks a little shorter than it does in others? were probably shot later in the filming process. -Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan realized they were about to be pitched a project together when they ran into each other in a hotel lobby -The entire reason that Bucky's alive and we have the Winter Soldier arc at all is that he was Ed Brubaker's favorite character as a kid and he came up with an idea to bring him back (i believe while playing at recess?) and then worked his way into writing Marvel comics as an adult and that is dedication -Also the reason we have Avengers Campus in most of the Disney parks but not in Florida, where it would arguably make the most sense to have it, is that Universal has the theme park rights to most Marvel characters on the east coast. That's why we can have a Guardians of the Galaxy ride in EPCOT, but Spider-Man, Cap, Hulk, and so on are in Universal Studios. And Bob Chapek sucks worse than Michael Eisner ever did, so I don't see any deal to change that fact coming any time soon :/

#long post #kinda?

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sophi-s · 3 years

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Day 29 #Grief

Whoops. I actually ended up writing a short piece for this one as well and uh... I think I accidentally created a new ship... :O

To Mourn Together

By: sophi-s (me)

Franchise: Darksiders video games

Words: 1 961

Warnings: None

Characters: Uriel, Nathaniel, Abaddon (mentioned)

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With utmost certainty, one could say it was one of the brightest nights in the White City. Of course, with the buildings in the color of gilded snow, every night seemed bright. But that one particular night the full moon spilled its cold, silver light all over the angelic city, bathing it in a pale glow that reflected in the smooth surfaces and illuminated the warm darkness as the gentle gusts of wind blew through the quiet and empty plaza.

Aside from the sentries patrolling the streets, all of the Heaven's denizens were long asleep in their homes. All of them.

Except for one.

A figure of a lonely angel threads lightly through the city, grand white wings folded neatly at his sides, just like his hands behind his back. His golden battle armor is discarded in favor of a simple set of clothes. There's nothing threatening him after all. Lost in thought, he doesn't acknowledge guards greeting him as he passes by. He walks seemingly without purpose, reconsidering the not so recent events.

Your friend serves the Shadow.

The Archon? Corrupted?!

Impossible!

Leave me, Horseman. I must think of what to do now…

He shook his head with an exasperated sigh. One hundred years. It's been over one hundred years since all of this happened. And yet, all this felt far too fresh in his head. As though it happened merely yesterday. Sweeping his gaze over his surroundings, he realised he'd left for the outskirts of the White City, where the grand Tree of Life stands tall and magnificent as it has since the day Heaven was created. But to his surprise, he wasn't alone here after all. At the foot of the Tree, his keen white eyes spotted another angel. A woman. The same silver hair, any other angel possesses, fluttering on the wind, wings of golden, radiant feathers slumped sadly against her back as she stood there, gazing out at the locked gate to the Well of Souls. Strange. He assumed he would be alone.

Since he wasn't trying to sneak up on her, she heard him approach quite early and whipped around to face him, her own robes billowing, but the moment she laid her golden eyes on him she simply sighed.

"Oh. It's just you, Nathaniel.."

"So it is."

Nathaniel murmured, silently wondering who she'd been actually expecting, and stood for a few long moments, looking at her. A black ribbon with a darkened feather tied around her right wrist caught his attention and something twisted painfully in his chest. Even blackened and bathed in Hellish corruption, the ribbon was unmistakable and the feather spoke for itself..

"What are you doing here, Uriel?"

He found himself asking nonetheless. It's been a long while since they last talked. After all, Nathaniel had been sent away from the Hellguard shortly after Uriel joined their ranks. And it was so long ago.. Humming quietly, Uriel turned away to look up at the Tree's tangled canopy of small fluttering leaves.

"A year…"

She sighed when Nathaniel came closer and stood beside her, watching her stare into the black sky where the moon gazed down on them like a gigantic, round eye.

"It's been a year since Abaddon died.. exactly a year, day to day."

Nathaniel nodded in agreement, looking at Uriel's fingers absent mindedly stroking the end of the ribbon tied around her forearm. Even though he'd been away from the White City for quite some time, rumours about the commander of the Hellguard reached Nathaniel even in Lostlight. If they were true, then no wonder Uriel takes Abaddon's demise so personally. He could only imagine what was going on in her head throughout this year. He wasn't going to stop her from spitting out what she'd been choking up inside of her.

"And yet.. I still sometimes wonder. If I should've done something. Stopped War… I don't know."

"He'd been the Destroyer, Uriel. As much as I disagree with it, you couldn't do anything else for him."

Furrowing her eyebrows, Uriel huffed and lowered her head.

"I know. But… I still have this in my head. The sight of him reaching out to me for help. What if…"

She hesitated, something that was very unlike her. Nathaniel raised his eyebrows curiously, waiting for her to speak up. He had his suspicions from the moment Death brought the news of Abaddon's fate and he couldn't help but wonder if Uriel thought the same way.

"I refuse to believe he'd planned it from the beginning. What if all of it wasn't his choice? He can't have been in his right mind! What if before War killed him, in his last moments Abaddon, the real Abaddon, came back? What if… there was still something worth saving in him?"

Nathaniel's suspicions turned out to be true. She thought just like he had. Now it was his turn to look up at the sky. Indeed, there was something so enchanting about this particular night..

"I wondered myself, Uriel. Many times in fact…"

The younger angel crossed her arms and glared down at her boots as though they'd done something wrong. The branches of the Tree creaked mournfully as the wind tugged on them and ruffled feathers of both angels standing below. Its gusts were getting stronger and its voice whistling against nearby structures brought to mind a sorrowful cry of a lost soul.

"Abaddon taught me everything I know. I had known him my whole life. It feels so… empty without him."

I can't believe he's gone. That's what she truly meant to say and Nathaniel knew it but said nothing of it. He knew that feeling quite well. Better than most. Abaddon had been his friend after all…

"Sometimes I feel like he's still here. Watching over me like he always has.."

Uriel chuckled humorlessly, as though she meant to laugh off the ridiculousness of her claim but Nathaniel didn't feel like laughing. He laid his hand on Uriel's shoulder, nearly making her jump in the process.

"Who says he isn't?"

He could clearly see her jaw visibly clench tightly at his assumption. Not that he could blame her. Nathaniel knew all too well what Uriel was going through. He didn't want anyone to feel like he does and he wished to offer her comfort, compassion. But it's not easy to do so while he grieves as well.

"Do you think I could've changed it?"

Uriel suddenly asked, making Nathaniel's eyebrow wander up.

"During the initial Endwar.. Do you think if I was a little faster back then…"

"Uriel."

The deep tone of his voice had just the result he was counting on as she cut off to finally look him in the eye. Nathaniel placed his other hand on her other shoulder and said sternly

"Even if so, it doesn't change anything. We can't turn back time. Thinking this way won't make you feel better."

"And how could you possibly know?"

It was just the matter of time before Uriel snapped and brushed Nathaniel's hands from her shoulders. There was fire in her eyes, burning like the hottest blaze of Hell.

"You don't know how I feel."

Frowning gently, Nathaniel heaved out a long suffering sigh.

"Quite the opposite in fact.. I know exactly how you feel…"

This seemed to have given Uriel a pause.

"I've known Abaddon even longer than you have. He was my close friend, one of the very few I had. When the news of his fall reached me I kept wondering if it would've been different if I was there. This one, wretched thought stayed with me for a whole century, like a festering wound that refuses to heal. If you seek understanding, I assure you, you will find it in me."

Would it have been different if I knew of the darkness that threatened Lucien? Sometimes he still has those doubts... In shock, Uriel opened her mouth a couple of times only to shut it again as she couldn't find suitable words. Until..

"I'm… sorry. I had no idea…"

With an unhappy smile, Nathaniel shook his head. He wasn't going to take offense. Grief does strange things to people. Uriel snapping at him wasn't the worst thing that could've happened.

"Past cannot be changed. Blaming yourself will not bring you peace of mind. We must march into the future."

Snickering quietly, Uriel looked away.

"You speak words of wisdom.. But I cannot decide if they help me either."

Humming thoughtfully, Nathaniel measured Uriel. Her heart was bleeding profusely, even though she kept it hidden away. He knew how to recognise inner turmoil. From his own experience.. Fortunately, he knew just the way. And honestly, after all this.. Abaddon's treason, Lucien's collapse into the hateful darkness.. he probably needed it as much as she did. Carefully, but insistently, Nathaniel reached out to Uriel and gently pulled her into his arms.

"Nathaniel? What.. are you doing?"

Uriel didn't stop him, probably because of confusion and surprise. Not getting pushed away was a small victory in itself. He was more than happy to explain it to her. Going back to memories of that peculiar human who accompanied Death everywhere always warmed his heart.

"A good friend of mine had told me once that embraces can bring comfort. Especially in sorrow. Does it help you ?"

For a long moment Uriel didn't answer. She was thinking. Up this close Nathaniel could feel her heart rapidly hammering against her ribcage. But then she finally returned the embrace and placed her head on his chest with a heavy sigh.

"It does. Even if a little.."

A tiny note of wonderment in her voice was barely perceptible but definitely there. For a few minutes both angels stood like that in silence before Uriel spoke again.

"Do you think he's at peace? Abaddon, I mean…"

Staring at the shorter angel in his arms, Nathaniel harrumphed. The Charred Council was surely bent on condemning Abaddon, sentencing him to damnation even after his death. He only hoped that the Horsemen made short work of them before they were able to fulfill their dire promises and cast the already tormented soul into Oblivion. Nothing was sure. The only way to confirm either was to travel to the Kingdom of the Dead. Nathaniel couldn't say for certain that Abaddon has his rest or if his spirit in this very moment wastes away in nothingness. The mere thought made his stomach churn. But he didn't speak his fears out loud. He didn't dare.

"I do sincerely hope so…"

An answer as good as any, he supposed. It wasn't a "yes" but neither it was a "no". Perhaps it would be just enough..

"Thank you, Nathaniel.. I'm glad you came here…"

Somehow, an odd, heavy presence lingering about was abruptly lifted from the air when Uriel whispered into the edge of his coat but stayed motionless where she was, unwilling and not ready to pull away just yet. Mourning is always easier with a companion. For just a second Nathaniel could've sworn he saw something… someone… move out of the corner of his eye but just as suddenly as they appeared, they were gone. It was most likely nothing. Just a fleeting trick of his imagination. Nathaniel rested his chin on top of Uriel's head and closed his eyes, listening to the wind blowing gently overhead and to her heart beating right next to his own. Two different rhythms that seemed the same. He didn't wish to leave just yet either. Luckily, he didn't have to. There was no need for hurry. It was still the middle of the night. No one will see them here, vulnerable and weak, slowly mending their broken hearts from the pieces.

They still had time…

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Bear with me, I just wanted those sad dorks to lift each other's spirits up. It's not my fault that I'm so trash 😂

At least I drew Nathaniel properly, as I promised :P

Darksiders Inktober drawing prompts by @imagine-darksiders

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nightshadeshadow123 · 4 years

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Paw prints on the Agent's heart🐾part 5:

Part 5 guys. Honestly didn't expect to write this far but to be honest I've had so much fun with writing this whole fic series. Thanks for all the love and support guys! Love ya'll💜💙💚

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Alex jumped at the sound of loud bangs, yelling and gun fire, blinking the fogginess from her eyes and letting out a groan, trying to move her hands to try and rub at her head but found them tied up behind her with a rope that is digging into the soft skin of her palms uncomfortably

"What?" Alex asked confusedly, taking in her surrounding for a moment, having forgotten where she was for a moment.

"Oh." Alex let out after it dawned on her like a slap in the face.

"WHO INVITED YOU TWO?! Not that I'm complaining, Miss Luthor will be ecstatic to get her hands on such prized aliens." A guard yelled out, firing his gun again as Alex tried to look but couldn't.

"Oh I doubt that even a dick can get her ecstatic, not than anyone would even touch her with a 10 feet pole in the first place." You said smuggly, arms crossed over the silver wolf head logo on your chests matted black armored suit.

Kara eyes widened at your words, thinking to herself 'Yep, sarcastic, foul mouted and dirty just like before.'

The guard almost let out a snort at your choice of words but immediately regained his composure, firing at you again.

"What's it with ya mortals? Bullets can't harm us." You said amusedly as the bullets bounced off of you and Kara.

More guards came streaming in, firing away at the both of you.

You gave Kara a smirk, making her roll her blue eyes at you but give a smile back. "Let's get em'."

"Just don't kill anyone." Kara chuckled, watching you.

"Can't make any promises dearie." You winked before swinging at the nearest guard, punching away at any guards.

"Figured you'd say something like that." Kara said them join in on taking the guards out.

Alex huffed, strands of her hair flying out of her face. "Damn Kryptonians." She said amusedly after hearing the conversations.

You turned into wolf form, running past Alex before stopping and looking at her and give her a wolfish grin.

Alex rolled her brown eyes at you but a tiny smile tug at her plum lips none the less.

You watched her for a moment further with glowing red eyes before jumping at the guard that came running from the front inbetween the rusted containers, a loud bang being created by the impact, making Alex cringe, only imaging how that impact must have felt.

Kara spared a glance at Alex while hovering in the air slightly, a struggling guard held by his armors collar in a iron grip. Kard give her a hint of a smile, glad that her sister is okay before throwing the guard in hand against another two's backs that went to try and take a blow at you making them groan in both pain and shock.

You shook your head out of the daze, nodding your head at Kara in a silent thanks and respect, Kara giving you two thumps up in reply before using x-ray vision to make sure there aren't anymore guards around, landing next to her sister when seeying that all the guards are unconscious around them save for the three groaning guards that are in too much pain to even move.

"Whoops, maybe I threw that one a little too hard." Kara chuckled nervously, figeting with the sleeve of her armor suit.

"Just a tad maybe. But hardly I could've done it better." You motioned with your fingers teasingly as you stepped up to them in human form now, (e/c) eyes shimmering in amusment.

"Is that a challenge?" Kara folded her arms over her chest, eyebrow raised.

"Maybe." You smirked.

"What are the two of you doing here? Not that I mind but how did you manage to get her on our side? And I thought she refused to go near any CADMUS buildings and people." Alex looked up at Kara.

"I only came because she promised good food." You crossed your arms over your chest once again, half covering the wolf head logo again, taking note of how Alex subtly tries to eye it, only causing you to grin more.

"Oh just admit that you do care and are going soft." Kara elbowed you, grinning amusedly as you pretend to be hurt by her.

"Ugh, whatever blondie."

"As much as I love seeying you guys bonding can you first get me out of this ropes and out of here before CADMUS backup arrive." Alex pipped in, impatiently struggling against the restraints again, gritting her teeth at the pain it cause in her now raw wrists.

"Aww but it's kinda kinky seeying you like that. All tied up-"

"Shut it wolf." Alex glared.

"Make me Princessa." You smirked at the red haired woman.

Alex only glared more making you laugh as you untie her.

"Thanks." Alex huffed, rubbing at her wrists.

You only winked at her, standing next to Kara.

"Thanks for the help. You have a great nose to sniff people out." Kara thanked you, pating you on the shoulder as you began to make your way outside with Alex.

"It was no biggie Kar. Was kinda fun." You smiled at the blonde kryptonian.

"Will we see you again?" Alex suddenly asked, grabbing at your armored clad arm as you three stood outside, taking careful steps to not step on more unconscious guards that layed around the place.

You looked down at her hand on your arm for a moment before looking back up into her eyes.

"Of course you will. I'll meet ya both back at the DEO base, gotta take care of a few things first though." You explained, smiling at Alex.

Alex could feel a small blush brusing at her cheecks as she think 'Woah, she have such seductively pretty (e/c) eyes.'

"Better watch yourself out there then and get to the DEO so I can test you to see if you are really that tough." Alex removed her arm and watch as you walked past Kara.

"We can do a lot more than just testing Agent Danvers. We can-Ouch!" You yelped as Kara smacked you in the back of the head.

"Don't talk dirty in front of me about my sister." Kara teased, grinning as you glare at her.

"Pussy blocker." You snort but continued walking, giving them one last glance before dissapearing into the forest.

Alex tried to hide her blush but Kara end up teasingly raising and eyebrow at her. "I ship this."

"Yeah yeah, whatever you say. Let's get back to the base." Alex tugged her by the elbow.

"I'm going to help plan the wedding! No questions asked!"

"Kara!"

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It was the next day when you showed up at the DEO, (e/c) eyes taking in everything in awe as agents went on with their work.

"Glad to see you've finally showed up here." A male voice said from your left, making you spun and face the person, seeying Hank Henshaw stand there.

"Hank." You greeted the martian, earning a tiny smile from him as he gestured you to follow him.

"What is your name? Haven't gotten it because we were in a hurry to save agent Danvers." Hank looked at you, allowing you to step into the elegant elevator first, following behind soon after.

"How about you tell me your real name first martian, then I'll tell you mine."

He looked shocked for a moment.

"Wait how do you know I'm a-" He began but you pointed at your nose before he could even finish his question.

"I can identify any alien species from humans. I have a good nose." You explained.

"I like even more already." He smiled at you.

"My real name is J'onn J'onzz." He held out a hand to you.

"Nice to meet ya, names (Y/N)." You shook his hand firmly, suprising him even more.

"You have great strength." J'onn aknowledge respectfully.

"Oh that's nothing, you should see the metal container I tackled that guards against last night, I doubt the guy will ever wake up and be removed intact from it." You mused out, stepping out onto the floor when the elevator doors opened.

"You are full of surprises." J'onn chuckled under his breath.

"What's live without a little surprises?" You followed him as he lead you towards what seem to be a big office, allowing you to enter first then closing the door behind the both of you.

Taking in the office you spotted Kara sitting in chair and flipping through a file, curiously looking up when you and J'onn entered, a bright smile immediately crossing her face upon seeying you, throwing the file to the side without a care as she jumped up.

"You came!" Kara pulled you into a hug.

"Of course. I had nothing else better to do anyways. And I guess it wouldn't hurt to give a shot at the DEO, maybe I can be of better help here." You returned her hug before taking a seat where J'onn have gestured in front of his desk after he sat down too, Kara taking her seat too again after picking up the file she have thrown.

J'onn turned his attention back to you, hands folded on the desk as he eye you curiously.

"I have a few questoins to ask you if you don't mind."

"Ask away." You said.

"We want to know what powers and abilities you have." He explained, hoping he doesn't seem like an enemy to you.

"Well aside from shape shifting into a huge wolf and super strength, I have better smelling and seeying senses than humans, super speed and can endure both extremely cold and hot tempretures, Illusion, psychokinesis, and have x-ray vision, laser vision and also hell-fire breath that can melt through anything and pretty much bullet proof like Kara and can sometimes mimic others powers if I concentrate hard enough."

"Interesting. I'd like to spar with you to test those abilities." J'onn said, intrigued by this.

Kara looked intrigued by this too. "Wait. What? That is cool. I don't have all those."

"Jealous?" You teased the blonde, folding your arms against the chairs top and leaning against them.

Kara glared playfully. "Maybe."

"Trust me, these powers are fun and all but the getting them was not so fun with CADMUS. It was extremely painfull and I had to suffer everyday for a few years. The old hag even managed to take away my flight ability with an expiriment gone wrong."

Both J'onn and Kara looked at you in sympathy.

"I'm a sorry we couldn't have rescued you." J'onn said truthfully.

You gave them both a comforting smile. "Hey it's okay. You didn't know and they are a shady but dangerous corperation. I'm just glad I've met someone there that have helped me escape. We still are best friends. Never could really loose contact and that was all fine with us both."

J'onn studied you. "Who helped you escape? You don't have to answer that if you don't want to."

You pursed your lips, hesitating for a moment. "Well, believe it or not, it was their little black sheep of the family, Lena Luthor."

With that said a memory flew through Kara's mind with her and Lena's talk on the balcony.

"I know that she was my mothers best expiriment and weapon to use against her enemies. And for who helped her escape, I don't know who it was. Maybe it was someone with a death wish."

That rang throug her head a few times. "Lena you genuis sneaky little vixen. Only you would go against your own mother."

You chuckeld at the blonde kryptonian. "Lena told me that you've asked about me. I arrived at her office right after you've left."

"Oh you two are sneaky little vixens. I should've know she was half lying."

"She only did it to protect us both. She is a protective friend ya know. We'd do anything to keep each other safe, we only had each other. And besides, she didn't know that we used to be childhood besties." You explained.

"Good. Now you have me too then." Kara said truthfully.

J'onn softly smile at the two of you. "I'm glad she've helped you. She's a good woman that are full of surprises just like you."

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You walked next to Kara as J'onn walked at the front, leading you through the DEO, showing you around the place.

"Sir!" A guy came running towards J'onn.

"Winn." He greeted, coming to a stop and looking down at him. "What is it?"

Winn's eyes immediately lit up when seeying you, pushing Kara aside earning a startled 'Hey!' from the blonde Kryptonian as he stood by you bubbling with excitement.

"It's such an honor to finally meet you." He akwardly greeted, holding a hand out. "I'm Winn."

You smiled at the akward man, shaking his hand firmly just like you did with J'onn, amused at his shock and excitiment. "I'm (Y/N)."

"I know this a probably to soon to ask but...can I please desing you a suit?"

"Winn!" J'onn glared, making you laugh.

"Woah dude. Thanks for the offer but a Luthor already beated ya to it."

Winn tried to hide a pout. "Ah man, Lena's good with designing. But...if you ever want new suits keep me in mind please."

"I will keep that in mind Winn, thanks." You watched as he bubbled up with excitiment before rushing away again after J'onn dismissed him.

You and Kara began to follow him again for awhile until he led you into what seems to be a huge impressive training room.

"Very nice." You said more to yourself before you spotted Alex sparring with another agent.

"Loving the view." You mused, arms crossed as you lean against a wall, head tilted to the side when Alex lost her focus and the other agent kicked her legs and knocking her over as she cuss under her breath, making you and J'onn give each other a cheecky smile at the red haired agents fail.

Alex got back up, not exceptting the agent hao that wanted to help her up. "I'm fine, you are dismissed Agent Lopez." Watching as the lacky man scurry away before turning to see you, Kara and J'onn chuckling at her.

"Well would you look at that, I have to get back to CatCo. Miss Grant wants me to do....something." Kara slipped away before Alex could send her her famous cold glare.

Alex shot you both a 'not amused' look, making you and J'onn stop, playfully holding your hands up.

"You are late." Alex finally spoke up, moving closer.

"Oh, honey, no. I'm never late. I arrive exactly when I have to. And I had to take care of other things too before I came here."

"And what other things might that have been?" Alex prod.

"Nothing bad, was just helping out a lady."

Alex gave you a look. "Helping out a lady?"

You smirked even more. "Yep." You said popping the p and looking around the room again as J'onn sneakily leave the room.

"Interesting. Good to see you came." Alex said, watching as your (e/c) eyes scan the room curiously before you ran to the salmon ladder in the room.

"Awesome! I love this workout." You threw off your shirt, revealing a black training bra as Alex watched.

You immediately got started, ignoring the agent that is watching you.

"Enjoying the view Princesa?" You teased when feeling her eyes heavily scanning over you

"Shut up." Alex scoffed, looking away briefly and muttering "maybe." under her breath before looking back up at you again as you sent her a wink before concentrating again.

"I can't wait to kick your smug ass." Alex said.

"Ya wish Danvers."

"Where did you learn this workout session? It looks like you've been doing it for years." Alex sneaked a glance at your flexing abs and well built arms, bitting her lower lip to try and keep away her not so innocent thoughts.

You've didn't fail to notice her subtle glance, smuggly smiling at her again.

"I've learned this and much more by CADMUS. They've always made their best train and workout everyday. Can't say I mind the workouts from them but the expirimenting not at all. I kept working out even after Lena have helped me escape that place. She have an epic gym at her place I we both use." You explained, still focused.

"Lena helped you? Woah, who would've though that. You two seem close if you two keep in contact."

"Yeah, we are good friends. We tend to work together on projects at times and hang out when she's free which aren't that often. The poor woman overwork herself too much. Have told her to take breaks often but she's a stuborn one." You looked at Alex once you were back on the ground.

"Sure does sound like her." Alex watched you again as you went for another round on the salmon ladder.

"I've heard Lena mentoined you and Kara by her. She said she goes to the game nights. Does she know that you are an agent and that Kara is Supergirl? She've never mentioned that."

"No, she doesn't know that. It's best that way." Alex explained.

"Yikes." You spared another glance at her. "Don't wanna be there if the secret gets found out."

Alex pursed her lips, arms folded. "You won't tell her right?"

"I'm against keeping secrets from my friend but it's not my place to tell. So, No, I won't tell her."

Alex let's out a relieved sigh. "Thanks."

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Man I'm obsessed with salmon ladder workout way too much. Sorry for the long wait, had to wait for insperation to smack me first and drag myself out of my depressed state I was in. Don't know when the next part will be posted or if it will be posted. Welp hope ye guys like this part, stay safe my peeps.

#alex danvers x reader #alex danvers imagines #kara danvers x reader #kara danvers imagines #supergirl imagine

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Saw A.C.E in Chicago and Atlanta this week and had meet and greet packages for both stops (no I couldn't afford it, yes my bank account overdrafted whoops).

It was ammazingggg. LONG STORY AHEAD.

The question I asked was answered by Chan. Bless his heart he struggled so much to say my name and I was in the second row on the furthest side from him. I stood up and waved so he could see me. They asked how to pronounce my name and BK actually said it perfectly, I was so impressed!

The question that was chosen was "What hobby do you want to try that you haven't tried before". He said Cooking, cause he isn't good at it and Donghun won't eat his food.

When the item signing started, BK would interact with us a lot and the girls in front of us took the liberty of teaching him the phrase "Let's get this bread." His face when they explained that bread = money was priceless. Experiencing that magical moment will live with me forever since he has been saying it nonstop since then.

So since PLT I've decided my "thing" for each autograph I can get is making my dumb pun fans. Eventually I'll just have a wall of these dang things and I'm excited about it. I made one for each my friend and me. Here's mine.

The other thing I prepared for them I kept super secret because I very much wanted to see their reaction to it. I didn't post it publicly anywhere. In line with Choice teasingly referring to Junhee as a lizard much to the delight of the fandom and the rest of A.C.E while hysterically bugging Jun, I couldn't resist... I'd always wanted to give away cute things at concerts but since I'm also an asshole I used my exceptionally mediocre photoshop skills to make

These beauties.

I originally only had 150 to hand out and I was actually worried I wouldn't be able to get rid of them all. I thought people might think they're dumb and not want any. Then due to a print shop mistake I ended up with 650. Whoops.

Before the meet and greet they tell us explicitly we are not allowed to give them anything and if they catch us trying to sneak them something they'll escort us out. My plan to see their reaction was almost destroyed! But I was very graciously given permission to -show- them the card, not give it to them (don't worry. They each got two in their gift boxes).

A.C.E tends to always stand/sit in the same order, so just as I expected, Chan was up first. He understood the pun of my fan! He thought it was really cute and gave such a big reaction I was pleased. Then I showed him the card and it was even bigger. I told him it was Junhee and he full on kicked out a leg and hit the table as he laughed which made me happy. He shook my hand.

Up next was Donghun who was the most quiet. I showed him the card after he signed my fan and he asked who it was. I told him it was Jun and he laughed and probably judged me a lot but then he gave me a high five and interlaced our fingers for a moment so I didn't feel completely embarrassed. The person behind me was so excited they moved onto Donghun before Jun was ready for me so I was waiting in limbo for a few seconds.

Leader Jun in the middle, the reaction I wanted most. He signed my fan and then I put the card down for him to see. He asked who it was, he seemed surprised. I told him it was him and he laughed and tried to deny it. He asked what kind of lizard it was, I told him it was a giant day gecko because I think they're the cutest. I told him I made sure to give them some in their gift box, and that we would see him again in Atlanta. He shook my hand and then the person behind me got excited again lol.

Byeongkwan was next! This boy is an absolute doll okay? The first thing he said to me is that he liked my lipstick (it was green). He signed my fan, then I showed him the card and he was beyond stoked. He laughed so loud and even held it up to Jun pointing it out to everyone. I promised him he got two in his gift box. He asked if I made one of each member and I told him no, but promised him I would next year (me and my big mouth). He held my hand and interlaced fingers and was just so sweet until the person behind me encouraged me on again.

WOW. OKAY. So Sehyoon is my bias af I was VISIBLY SHAKING at this point and as I set my fan down it so obnoxiously tapped the table several times. He tapped his lips and pointed at mine and said "pretty". I thanked him and said it was green for "cactus". I'm not sure if he understood cause he just repeated "cactus" and cocked his head slightly before signing my fan. Then I showed him the card. He asked who it was and I said Jun. He laughed a little and then I told him he was my favorite. He had the quietest lil thank you, then took my hand in both his soft tiny bby hands and I think my brain melted cause I couldnt make eye contact anymore it was too much. Just thinking about it is making my heart hurt. (To be clear, I am in no way special, he held everyone's hand the same way).

After that, we did the pictures! I very shyly wanted to stand between BK and Wow. I didn't do anything special this time around cause the pose I wanted was done by two other people so I just asked for cute cheek pokies. They were having so much fun with people so that inspired my next photo request. As I was walking away from the photo BK told me again that he really liked my lipstick and I was over the moon.

I brought about half the cards with me to hand out hoping I wouldn't have extras and people LOVED THEM? I ran out and felt bad that I didn't bring more!

The concert was AWESOME!! They're so interactive with fans I had several moments with EACH of them, but my favorite is when Wow kicked up a heart and he saw me catch it all goofy instead of letting him hit the woah and he laughed and mimicked me. He also handed me two lollipops (I gave one to my friend) but I'm never gonna eat it.

For the hi touch Chan handed us our photo cards, and hi fived us. They were oddly out of order (chan, Donghun, BK, Wow, Jun). I managed to tell him and Donghun they did amazing, then BK told me AGAIN he still loved my lips. I was so excited I told him "it'll be BLUE next time" and he said "oh!" BUT BY DOING THAT MY DUMBASS MISSED THE CHANCE TO LOOK INTO WOW'S AND JUN'S EYES UGH I WAS SO UPSET AT MYSELF also I got yelled at by security (rightly so).

Next is Atlanta!

I started handing out cards earlier and got worried again cause there were quite a few people that weren't interested at all. Fortunately by the end of the show there were so many people wanting them I offered to do a reprint if necessary. Some people even said they were going through the hi touch holding it up which I LOVED.

Anyway, this time during the Meet and Greet I was in the front row directly in front Byeongkwan and Wow. I WAS NOT OKAY. I kept making eye contact and getting so shy ugh. Byeongkwan recognized me and tapped his lips and winked when he saw me (I was wearing blue lipstick this time). BK got my question (the interpreter said my name perfectly without me needing to tell her, I was so impressed!) I asked what concept they wanted to try that they hadn't tried yet. He said they had already done everything and I cocked my head giving him a disbelieving look. He then admitted that they hadn't done the cutesy boy concept and I lost it- I cant imagine them trying to pull that off.

For future Choice in my position- these boys have ears like BATS okay. There was one time Jun said something like "it's his choice." And I quietly said to the person next to me "no we're choice." And he looked at me and said "You're right! You're all choice!" I was shook.

Wow got asked what his favorite dessert to eat is and he said chocolate anything, then listed things "Chocolate cake. Chocolate ice cream. Chocolate rice." At this point everyone exclaims and he gets his silly lil smile and says "Chocolate fish." And everyone loses it. It was so funny and cute.

Later Jun was asked if he preferred pancakes or waffles and it was a really hard question for him. He said he had been eating more pancakes since coming to the US but he liked both a lot. He just didn't like Chocolate pancakes and I said "cause Wow eats them all?" And wow just very dreamily says "Choco pancakes...." I about died.

BK was asked if he wanted to go to the aquarium and he said he really hoped to. He asked if there were beluga and everyone said yes but I said "But they have WHALE SHARKS!" which imo is the coolest thing about the Georgia aquarium. None of them seemed to know exactly what I meant but they were excited by the concept of the words "whale" and "shark" together. (Spoiler alert: The next day they totally went and got pics with the whale shark).

Finally BK asked where people recommended they eat. Someone suggested sushi at first. I thought it was funny to recommend sushi when visiting the US. BK seemed of the same mindset so chicken and waffles came up and Jun loudly said WAFFLES! To which, Wow said in his same dreamy tone "chocolate waffles" and I looked at him and said "chocolate chicken?" embarrassing the HELL out of myself cause everyone was super grossed out by it and making a scene. I hid but my friend said Wow thought it was funny. I think she was trying to make me feel better.

So the item signing time comes up. My DUMB ASS forgot my album at home so the day before I had gone on a panicked shopping spree and decided on a pot for my cactus.

Chan was up first as usual. He recognized me and asked if I was in Chicago and I said yes! He asked what the pot was and I told him it was for my cactus plant. He was so adorable, while he was signing it he said quietly "grow well." So now it has to. This time he did not do a high five with me.

Next was Donghun. He looked so confused at my pot. I told him it was for my cactus and he just kinda nodded. It was very quiet because I had tried to learn a short phrase for him in korean but I got too nervous and I couldn't say it. I just thanked him. I'll have to keep practicing.

Jun was next and also asked me if I had been in Chicago and thanked me for coming again. I told him it was my last stop but I knew they would keep doing amazing. He asked about the pot and said it was so cute and signed super big. He shook my hand.

BK was next and he complimented my lips again. I asked him if he liked the green or blue better and he said both were good. He asked about the pot and signed it for me, he said it was cute and he liked it. He high fived me when it was time to move on.

WOW. AGAIN. okay so he asked about the pot and I said it was for my cactus and he mimed planting a cactus while looking up at me and I nodded while melting cause he is SO GODDAMN CUTE OKAY. Then while he was signing it I worked up my courage cause I had tried to learn a phrase for him as well BUT I MESSED UP I MESSED UP SO BAD IT WAS BAD OKAY. He was so confused and thank GOD the interpreter was right there and she asked "what are you trying to say" and she helped me say it. I was SO EMBARRASSED I had practiced so much and was saying it SO WELL up until that moment. Once I managed he smiled and said I did good then took my hand and said something which the interpreter translated for me and I just grabbed my heart with my free hand and then had to just cover my face I couldnt handle it. Walking away was hard but staying was harder.

Of course that just put me back in my seat directly in front of him.

Dont judge me, but I was trying to say, "You're so awesome it makes my heart hurt." And his response was "Then I'll prescribe you some medicine" and I KNOW its cheesy and overdone but I wanted that moment once for me so I took my chance. Anyway I looked like a damn fool but it was over.

The last dumb thing I did as the signing went on cause we kept making random eye contact and I got self conscious of always looking away. One of the times Wow and I met eyes I winked and shot finger guns and his eyebrows raised ever so slightly and I wanted to sink into the floor and die so I hid my face again. He looked so surprised like what WAS I THINKING WHY DID I DO THAT AAAAAAAA.

Anyway.

Here's my cute cheap pot!

Next was pictures. This time I had a plan. I asked them to pose ugly with me. They were surprised and asked for clarification twice, BK even asked me in english and I said "yes, ugly faces. If you can! If it's even possible." I wonder if it's the first time theyve ever been requested to do that. Anyway that's gonna be my thing too with the punny fan from now on. They did their best and it's absolutely adorable. Afterward BK walked up to me and wanted to see the pictures I took so I showed him. After he walked away it occured to me how fun and casual that was, that he just came over to look at pics together. I love this boy so much damb.

The atlanta show was amazing but the stage was so high up and far away there was no direct interaction possible. They made up for it with even more interaction! BK and Donghun each danced with me. I made a heart with my friend and Chan winked and laughed cause it looked like she begrudgingly made the heart with me when in reality she just couldnt hear me and couldnt tell what I was asking. Wow played a heart escalating game with me and he won so I made a dumb cute face and he laughed.

At hi touch I was determined not to miss Wow again. The order was the same except Donghun and Chan switched. I told them they did really amazing, a great show! Then BK said "Best lips!" To me and I got so excited but still didnt want to miss Wow, I loudly repeated "Best Lips!" While making eye contact and high fiving this poor man so hard, then for Jun I said "Don't forget!" And he was just so unprepared for me because I was unprepared for me but I WAS SO HYPED UP I LOST MY LAST BRAINCELL ITS STILL IN ATLANTA GUYS ITS GONE FOREVER.

So anyway that was a lot of unnecessary details about my specific adventures with A.C.E and I loved them so much and maybe one person will read this and smile but mostly I just want to try and remember as much detail as possible. I'll add things as I remember if I forgot something. Anyway dont be like me hahahaHAHAHA.

Also highkey if BK or one of the boys ends up with a bold lipstick color for a comeback or promotions in the next year or so I'm taking full credit.

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