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sluttylittlewaistenthusiast · 20 days

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╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all the fanfics i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

ᡣ𐭩 how you can help palestine . fic recs m.list

☾ @gutsby

☼ Wedded Bliss

⭒ The marriage was arranged, and the sex is deranged. Bucky is so obsessed with your pussy that he almost forgets he’s meant to be faking this whole thing—and hating it, like sworn enemies are supposed to do.

☾ @samthemarvelfan

☼ Bad Romance

⭒ In Brooklyn, everyone knows the unwritten rule: you don’t cross James Barnes. When you return after nearly half a decade, things are anything but the same. After the murder of your Uncle, you begin to learn that no one is who they say they are, and that you may have accidentally given your heart to a mobster; The White Wolf of Brooklyn. More dangerous than that, he’s given you his.

☾ @anonymityisfunwriter

☼ Two Sides of the Same Coin

☼ You're Losing Me

⭒ Your fairytale ending is crumbling before your eyes. You don't know how to love someone who can't tell you're dying. You fear you're fading away, begging him to do someone, say something, choose something. You fear he won't be able to resuscitate you this time. This time, he's losing you.

☼ Alone Together

⭒ It was always been you and Bucky, alone together, you'd say. But suddenly, you're just alone.

☾ @pellucid-constellations

☼ For the Love of the Game

⭒ Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.

☾ @sinner-as-saint

☼ Tempestuous

⭒ With his kingdom flourishing in peace, and no threats from enemies; recently crowned King - James Buchanan Barnes sets out at sea. With his finest ship, the best crew ever recruited, and a deep desire to see whether the edge of the world truly exists; the King sets sail. Hoping to find the marvels of the ocean, to find beauty and magic even; however he ends up finding a fiery soul – one he cannot get enough of. But then again, no love story is ever perfect, is it?

☼ Ruin

⭒ You work at a café owned by your family, close to your uni. And most of your days are pretty laid back and calm, but that is until you catch the eye of the mob boss. Your cute skirts and soft sweaters make him weak. Your innocence captivates him. And he wants you, badly. He wants you in his bed, wants his hand under those cute little skirts… he wants to ruin you.

☼ A Sweeter Place

⭒ Years after a messy break-up, and now seeking stability, infamous mob boss James Buchanan Barnes finds himself reunited with an old flame of his. Instant guilt and regret wash over him when he finds out that his reckless ways back then, changed an innocent girl’s life forever.

☼ You're No Saint

⭒ Steve and Bucky have been friends since they were young boys. They are inseparable, so naturally when you married Steve you were aware that Bucky came along with him. Every event, every vacation, even as the best man at your wedding - Bucky was always there, alongside you and Steve. He was one of your best friends as well, so you’ve never thought of him in a sexual way, ever. That is until one certain night, when you see something you’re not supposed to and you like it a little too much. You deny your desire towards Bucky, but Steve knows you better than anyone. He knows what you want and need, and he’s determined to fulfil your fantasy; because what his wife wants, she gets.

☼ Run For Your Life

⭒ He was away from the city for a while, chasing after some bastards who betrayed him. But the traitors were no longer breathing now and Bucky Barnes was finally able to come home to the city he ruled. Mostly, he was excited to come back and see his girl again. However when he got to the strip club where you worked as a waitress, he didn’t find you there. They told him you didn’t work there anymore. No one knew where you went, or why you left. Nobody even knew your real name. Now it was up to him to search the whole wide world to find a nameless girl – one he was obsessively, mindlessly in love with.

☼ All Yours

⭒ One of your students confess their feelings for you and things get interesting...

☾ @mellowsaturns

☼ In Losing Grip, on Sinking Ships

⭒ when the avengers pick up unusual activity, they realize that not all of hydra was destroyed. one unidentifiable face sends the team into a frenzy but bucky knows it. he could recognize those eyes anywhere.

☼ All to Myself

⭒ after bucky finds out why you've been acting up ever since his company's party, he teaches you a lesson and remind you that you're the only one for him

☾ @renxzs

☼ Redemancy

⭒ Maybe it was a bit naive to think moving in with your best friend and long-time crush, Bucky Barnes, was going to be some smooth road that led to an admittance of mutual feelings for one another and a happily-ever-after ending, wrapped up nicely in a bow. Naive indeed; especially when you have to consider the fact that Bucky is the biggest womanizer you know.

☾ @cryptidcasanova

☼ My Devotion

⭒ The one where Bucky doesn’t take your breakup well.

☾ @subwaysurf45

☼ She's Not Mad

⭒ Bucky Barnes was a known people pleaser, it was second nature to him. After meeting you and getting close you both try to navigate his eternal stressed state, working together you try your best to tone down his obsessive ways.

☾ @adrinktostopyourthirst

☼ Sniper

⭒ Reluctantly, you get thrown into an assignment with Bucky and Yelena, but Bucky doesn't trust you as far as he can throw you. When he's proven to be correct, it turns out you're still a hell of a good team.

☼ Three Hundred

⭒ Bucky always makes sure his best friend is okay, because that is what you need. He's caring, but very passive and nonchalant, because you need it. Not him. He doesn't need that. He doesn't need you. Does he?

☼ Variant

⭒ The chaos of the multiverse is quite literally holding up a mirror to Bucky. Turns out, it's very easy to get under someone's skin when you have a universal connection to them.

☼ Underground

⭒ The Underground is the last way for you to survive whatever is left of the world after the Blip. Natasha introduces you to the Winter Soldier whose wing you're under until you find your way around. He's a stoic Underground fighter and you're... useless.

☼ One Shot

⭒ Bucky and you have a hard time staying away from each other. And though you try to push him away, every time he finds you again, the universe finds a new way to pull you apart.

☾ @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

☼ After All This Time

☾ @boxofbonesfic

☼ You're Gonna Give Me Six

☾ @little-miss-dilf-lover

☼ Fifteen Minutes

☾ @ellemj

☼ Bigger Than He Was

⭒ Bucky pretends to be your new man when you run into your ex in public. However, the little act of pretending sparks something inside of him that he didn't know was there.

☼ Strawberries

⭒ Bucky, the man with a long list of girls on his roster, gets exposed to a sex pollen in the field. Will he fuck the first girl he calls or the girl he's wanted for the last two months?

☼ Breathe, Part 2

⭒ Bucky hates the way you take unnecessary risks in the field, the way you're so mesmerizing and yet so hard to work with, and he especially hates the way you get on your knees for him during a dangerous mission. Finding out how pretty you look on your knees is the last thing he needs.

☼ Flustered, part 2

⭒ Bucky seems to thoroughly appreciate all women...except for you. When he finds out one of your weaknesses, he can't help but use it against you, which only makes you hate him more.

☼ Inevitable

⭒ While on a mission with Sam, John Walker, and Bucky, you're the only person exposed to a sex pollen. Bucky sure as hell isn't going to let anyone else take care of you.

☾ @viixenvi

☼ Red

⭒ You work at a strip club and Bucky is a regular. Tonight he specifically asks for you in a private room. You never thought he'd love the color red on you so much.

☾ @ro-is-struggling

☼ Self Care

⭒ Bucky always seemed interested in your skin care routine, so when one day he arrives tired and drained from a mission, you take the opportunity to show him the importance and benefits of self-care.

☾ @kinanabinks

☼ Silent Girl

⭒ After a traumatizing event, you aren’t the friendliest or most talkative of people. Bucky understands, and in turn becomes the one person you soften your hard exterior for.

☾ @angrythingstarlight

☼ Roommate Bucky

☾ @wkemeup

☼ Cold, Cold Water

⭒ While on a stakeout in the heart of Russia, Bucky learns that touch can bring something more than pain and he will willingly give himself over to the ice if it means keeping you alive.

☼ Drunk On You

⭒ Bucky has always been nervous around you. When he’s tasked with caring for you after a night of heavy drinking and suddenly you’re kissing him, Bucky doesn’t know what to do. You couldn’t possibly want him sober, right?

☼ Honey and Chamomile

⭒ Four cups of tea, four distinct moments in time, and each pulls you in closer beyond the walls surrounding Bucky’s heart.

☼ Suburbia

⭒ Posing as husband and wife, you and Bucky infiltrate a quaint suburban neighborhood in search of a Hydra hacker. Perhaps if you weren’t so in love with him and he hadn’t broken your heart, the act of pretending wouldn’t hurt so much.

☼ Eclipse

⭒ When a mission leaves you empty and broken, Bucky is determined to heal the wounds that linger deeper than the cuts on the surface.

☼ Back to Bourbon Street

⭒ When you’re badly injured on a mission, Bucky works desperately to keep you alive. Only, it might not be enough.

☾ @espinosaurusrexex

☼ Bad Boys Don't Buy Flowers

⭒ Bucky would have never thought, he’d be chasing after a girl. Not when all of them usually fell at his feet. But when he finds himself entangled in a deal born out of a desperate argument with his assistant, he realizes there is nothing he wouldn't do for you: The independent florist who is adamantly dragging him to the homeless shelter every chance she gets. There is just one problem: Bucky doesn't know how to tell you. And the teasing from his friends is certainly not making things easier for him...

#marvel #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #“ass or tits?” bro A METAL ARM #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut #tfatws #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader #“i can change him” bitch why #hes a perfect menace to society and i love that #sebastian stan #mob!bucky #mob!au #mob!bucky barnes #mob!bucky x reader

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ponderingmoonlight · 24 days

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Darlin', can I be your favorite?

Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k

Synopsis: In a world full of death and tortue, wouldn't it be the easiest to seduce a man who is able to protect you at any cost? Ryomen Sukuna definetely is exactly that. Now, the seduction part...

Warnings: no really deep plot, just some teasing and a little bit of spice here and there, language, reader trying to seduce Sukuna with literally everything lol

Inspired by the song "favorite" by Isabel LaRosa

Your mission was clear since the first time you saw him in action, felt how strong he is: Get Sukuna to fucking adore you.

It might sound ridiculous to the untrained ear. Sukuna, the king of curses, the most frightful creature walking on this planet? To even consider you’d be able to warm his heart is worth a laughter. You know exactly how all the others would react when they hear your wild plan to seduce him, to get him to catch feelings for only you.

But what better defense than having the king of curses by your side? This fucking world is nothing but a battlefield and as a jujutsu sorcerer, you’re in the middle of it. Day in day out you risk your life in order to safe others. And even though it might sound tempting to simply haunt after Gojo Satoru, it’s not the same.

No, you want Ryomen Sukuna and no one else.

Your heels click against the floor as you make your way through Shibuya’s train station, Sukuna’s fingers lying in your purse comfortably. What better way to catch a glimpse into his heart than giving him back those? Well, to be exact you don’t have a set plan apart from getting him to like you. After all, love can’t be forced, right?

Well, that skin tight dress paired with those high heels you chose for today might do that, though.

“Now, where are you Yuji?”, you mumble to yourself, eyes darting around the worn-down area.

There is no doubt in the fact that a fight occurred here not long ago. The air still smells like blood and sweat, the wall is still hot from an enormous impact. But who? Was it Yuji? You follow a trail of blood with your hips swinging from side to side. You just need to find him, need to seduce the king of curses. This is your best chance to not croak in this shitty job.

Your heels stop in their tracks.

A tuft of pink hair rests against the entrance of the rest room, so minor that you almost missed it.

Almost.

You walk towards the beat-up boy while casually inspecting him. He’s definitely alive, but barely. Yuji’s whole face is covered in multiple cuts and bruises. Who on earth did he fight against? And where is that other person? No, it’s not your responsibility to think about that right now. With a swift motion you open your purse and reveal those oh so deadly fingers.

“Now be a good boy and swallow”, you purr.

Your hand grabs his neck and yanks his head upwards while you carefully feed Yuji Sukuna’s fingers. Please, let this work. You are tired to the brim of running away, of fighting curse after curse each and every day. How about a peaceful life with Sukuna by your side? Fuck Jujutsu High, fuck Satoru Gojo. You don’t want to die before you were even able to live properly.

“Get your hands off me, human.”

For a moment, your heart skips a beat. Just one look into his red gleaming eyes and suddenly so matured face is enough for you to realize that this isn’t Yuji anymore. No, the person you are sitting on with your hand wrapped around his neck is none other than Ryomen Sukuna.

Finally.

“Oh, you’re awake. That went smoother than I thought”, you reply with a cheeky grin, not moving an inch away from him like he told you to.

“Who the hell are you, brat?”

He has definitely seen you before, you are a jujutsu sorcerer without any doubt. But why are so damn close, why does your hand wrap so delicately around his neck? Your dark eyes rest on his face unpromising, lashes hanging into your orbs seductively. What’s that supposed to be?

“My name’s whatever you make it. But how about wife?”

Sukuna isn’t able to move, let alone speak. Did you really introduce yourself to the king of curses like that? He shouldn’t waste any time, wring your neck the way you deserve it, dissolve you into tiny pieces. Who the hell do you think you are to speak to him like that? You, a puny woman? Not even the fact that you reunited him with a few of his missing fingers is enough to spare your life.

But why…Why does he still sit there like he did before, allowing your hand to rest against his neck? Why is he unable to give you a sharp answer like he always does?

“I am the king of curses”, is the only thing he’s able to press out.

“And I’ll be your girl. Deal?”

He lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding, eyes scanning your features up and down. You do have a pretty decent face for a human, your delicate eyes keeping him trapped. That confidence dripping from each and every pore of yours, the way your body is so near that he’s able to hear your blood circulate…

“What the hell are you talking about, stupid girl? If I wanted to, I could kill you without even flinching. Now get off me and run for your life.”

When Sukuna finally regained his threatening voice again, he expected your heart to shiver, your body to stumble backwards until you run away. But instead, you move even closer and dare to sit on top of him, gleaming eyes now staring him into the ground while your naked thighs rub against his pants.

“But you didn’t. Think I must be your favorite.”

The fact that he didn’t kill you right on the spot when you disobeyed his order is enough proof that your plan is actually working. Yes, you managed to confuse the king of curses, to arouse his interest. Now the only thing that’s left is seducing him.

“You are annoying as hell. Now get off me, I have some work to do”, he barks back at you.

His hand grabs your wrist roughly and removes your grip around his neck. But instead of simply throwing you off him, he holds your arm in place while keeping only inches of distance.

Oh, his lips are so close that you are literally able to taste them. Just one movement, one innocent flinching of your hips above his and the gap between you both is closed.

“Are you trying to seduce me, dumb girl?”, he breathes out.

He does it so well, keeping himself cool and composed while his mind races back and forth with your intoxicating smell penetrating his nose. In his long life, there was never a woman who actually tried to seduce him. After all, he’s the king of curses, so strong because of the fact that he never felt love or affection for anyone in all those years. He’s heartless, cold, a menace. Why would a woman ever get the idea of showing him affection? He came here to kill, to destroy this fucking city and make that brat suffer.

But now there’s you.

And apparently you couldn’t care less about the fact that he’s the king of curses.

“Actually, I am”, you purr, your free hand beginning to draw small circles onto his chest.

“Why would you do something so fucking stupid?”

“I mean, you’re the strongest, right?”

He has to blink a few times, the way you look at him as if he’s the dumb one catching him completely off guard.

“I’m the king of curses”, he reminds you all over again.

“And with being your favorite, you take me places-“

“What the fuck are you talking about?”, he interrupts you roughly.

You roll your eyes in sheer annoyance, nails now digging into his chest.

“Make me your wife so I don’t die”, you finally blurt out.

Is this the reason behind your questionable action? He could have killed you right on the spot and just one look into your gleaming orbs tells him that you know that all too well. And still, you risked your life for him to protect yours. Were you really so sure you’d be able to seduce the king of curses with a lousy dress and some high heels?

“Why would I do that?”

Enough playing. He should behead you right on the spot before torturing you for the time you wasted. You aren’t even worthy to breathe the same air as him, let alone being this close to his body.

But…Why isn’t he able to simply throw you off, then? Why is he even questioning what you’re up to, replaying your words over and over in his mind?

“Because I’ll let you taste-“

Your mouth is so close to his ear that your hot breath caresses his skin while the filthiest thoughts leave you with ease. His eyes grow wider and wider with each passing second, disgusted but at the same time…

“Enough”, he hisses through gritted teeth while grabbing your shoulders roughly.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Aren’t you at least a little invested? I have a lot to offer”, you reply, ignoring his last question elegantly.

The war inside his head makes him forget that he’s actually out on a mission for a moment. You…you are so different from all those other jujutsu sorcerers, risked your puny life so that he eventually watches over you. How ridiculously brave, how fucking stupid. But still, when your gleaming eyes rest on his face like that, that oh so cheeky grin plastered on your face you make him wonder. A wife, his favorite?

Before he’s able to think straight again, a wave of freezing mist darts towards you at neck-breaking speed. His heart skips a beat, eyes darting towards Uraume who fixates you with hate dripping from every poor of her warped face.

You won’t be fast enough. No jujutsu sorcerer except for Gojo Satoru himself is able to escape Uraume’s powers when surprised. If he doesn’t react, you’ll die. But isn’t that what he wants, that you finally vanish into thin air and leave him alone? You, the girl who just claimed him as her husband only because she doesn’t want to die.

“No.”

His body moves on its own. All of the sudden he finds himself standing in front of you, his hand deflecting Uraume’s Frost Calm with ease.

“Don’t you dare to hurt her, Uraume.”

You can’t believe it, breath getting stuck in your throat. He really did save you. Even though all you did was purring at him, trying to convince him with sugary words, Ryomen Sukuna stood up for you and defended you against one of his. Out of instinct, you push your wobbly legs off the ground, excitement filling you to the brim. With that oh so cheeky smile, you wrap your arm around his and eye the person in front of you up and down innocently.

“But she…she is a human being, Master. She’s a weakling, one of your enemies”, Uraume breathes out.

“Who allowed you to speak to your Master like that? Get out of my sight and do what you were taught to.”

You watch in awe as the person standing in front of you crumbles, their hateful gaze almost piercing through you like a knife until their gone as fast as they came.

“So, I really am your favorite, huh?”, you hum.

“Shut up brat, I’m the only one who can kill you. Now get going, I have a lot of work to do.”

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mikaela-the-slut-expert · 3 months

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right, dont know if this makes sense but lets say reader (any gender really idm) was a god who had seen the ups and downs of hualian and had always been there for them but despite the mutual feelings between the 3, none of them confessed.

the thing is that, jun wu (ew…) had become obsessed with reader (since they stuck so much by xie lians and hua chengs side, they got noticed by jun wu) and left his obsession for xie lian behind and one day after planning so for many years, jun wu captures reader and theres no word of reader for days, weeks even yet jun wu acts as normal.

would hualian tear up the whole place, get revenge, rescue reader then make sweet love to them? up to you! you dont have to write ab this request btw:)

Rescue Mission

HuaLian x gn!reader

Ignore grammar mistakes

Slight OOC

Slight misinformation

You, Hua Cheng and Xie Lian have spent centuries together

But despite this you've never told them your feelings

And unknown to you, they've never told you their feelings either.

So you're all single but like, everyone else knows you guys are sort of together.

Other people know not to fuck with you when Hua Cheng has obviously staked his claim on you and Xie Lian

Except for Jun Wu, he doesn't care one bit.

Hua Cheng can't have the both of you so Jun Wu decides to obsess over you instead🤷

While Hua Cheng and Xie Lian are deep-rooted in their past, you're a little newer.

You definitely haven't spent 8 centuries with them

Plus how can he not notice you when you're stuck by the strongest martial god, and the strongest ghost king.

It's hard not to put a light on you

Jun Wu's obsession starts there. A small prick of intrigue

None of you would have guessed that he would've gone so far

After years of planning, and years of getting closer and closer to you his intrigue and obsession grows

So he finally takes you

Hua Cheng is on alert within the first 2 hours you're missing.

Maybe he's overreacting, maybe he's not.

You've always stayed by Xie Lian's or his side

And if you leave by yourself you would've told them.

When A whole day passed Xie Lian tries to assure Hua Cheng that you can take care of yourself and you're probably just on a mission

He's trying to make himself feel better too.

When three days pass Hua Cheng and Xie Lian think you've gone missing.

You would never do this to them, you would never make them worry

Hua Cheng has the ghost city on high alert and the ghost realm is already looking for you.

Xie Lian does what he can't in the mortal realm, giving people your description and hanging up drawings of you.

He also does what he can in the heavenly realm, after all a god going missing is very important

Especially when it's a god of the upper court like you

The upper court is in a slight panic. No one knows where you are and a lot of people in the upper court are your friends. So of course everyone's a bit in disarray when none of them have heard from you in three days

Not Feng Xin, Mu Qing, Pei Ming, Ling Wen, nor Shi Qingxuan.

You have so many friends, so many people that love you and yet you're not with a single one of them have you

So where are you?

A majority of the upper court brings it to attention to Jun Wu only for him... To act like nothing's wrong

He says gods are frivolous and curious, you may have just gone out alone.

There's no cause for worry he says

But everyone is still wary, especially Xie Lian

When he tells Hua Cheng what happened it doesn't go well.

With you gone missing and Jun Wu playing it off it doesn't take long for Hua Cheng to be blaming the emperor of your disappearance. Whether it's out of spite or genuine thought he doesn't know.

When a week passes Hua Cheng gives up on searching through the ghost realm

Not as in he gave up on you but as in he's breaking into the heavens to search for you instead.

You think Hua Cheng can't find you?

You'd be silly.

Xie Lian doesn't encourage it but he doesn't stop Hua Cheng either.

And maybe he slips some details about the emperor's palace. On accident of course.

Hua Cheng doesn't care to tear through the heavens as he did before for Xie Lian.

He tears through lower court gods and upper court gods who refuse to give details about your whereabouts, and who won't help him.

It doesn't take long at all for Hua Cheng to get into the main palace.

Especially when most of the upper court gods have gone missing...

Coincidentally enough all your friends aren't in the heavens to protect it

Feng Xin and Mu Qing on a mission, Shi Qingxuan out with the earth master. And the security of the heavens, Pei Ming? Apparently he's gone too.

So Hua Cheng can basically walk through the heavens to get to Jun Wu.

Hua Cheng doesn't feel bad for ripping the palace apart to find you.

And he does find you

Locked away in one of the far rooms, puzzles beyond puzzles. He just broke through them though.

When he finds you he's relieved you have no wounds, and that you're relatively okay despite being taken away for a week

Shaken up from being taken away from the people you care for most.

Hua Cheng would kill the emperor right there if Xie Lian didn't make a clear emphasis on just getting you home.

That doesn't stop Hua Cheng from setting fire to the heavens though

Once you're brought home, it's a lot of hugging, tears, and a lot of questions about what happened.

You cry and tell them that you were scared simply for the fact you would never get the chance to tell them you loved them.

They most literally freeze in their spots and are like "??? For real?"

Once all the I love you's pass Xie Lian and Hua Cheng cling to you

Taking you into bed and worshipping you on the sheets.

You've had a busy week, you deserve to be taken care of and that's exactly what they do.

After that they'll never let you be alone again

One of them is always at your side.

Especially Hua Cheng

The silver butterflies become a common sight in the heavens anytime you or Xie Lian are around

#tgcf #tgcf headcanon #hualian #hualian x reader #hua cheng x reader #tgcf x male reader #tgcf hua cheng #tgcf hualian #tgcf xie lian #xie lian x reader

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kingkatsuki · 7 months

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More fic ideas that I have absolutely no intention of writing.

Knight Bakugou who’s positioned to guard you. The King wants the best to protect his Princess, and Bakugou is the best. Besides, it’s not like the man had a choice, he doesn’t want to lose his job— or his life.

You hate to admit that Bakugou is good at his job, much better than the men that had tried to guard you before. Making it difficult for you to sneak out into the gardens in the evening to watch the stars, or to sneak into town for the weekend festivities.

You should hate him for ruining the routine you’d managed to work yourself into over the years, for stealing away the freedom that you’d rewarded yourself when no one else would offer you the same luxury. But somehow you can’t force yourself to dislike him, there’s something behind his cold and brash personality that has you inquisitive to find out more. Enjoying trying your best to rile him up or push his buttons— spilling your evening tea over his pristine boots, or dropping your towel in front of him when you prepare for your evening bath.

Knight Bakugou knows exactly what you’re trying to do, and he’s determined he won’t fall for your tricks— which is why he’s just as surprised as you are when he finds himself outside with you past curfew in the castle grounds watching the stars. But instead of staring up at the gorgeous night sky, he finds himself turning his head to the side to see how the moonlight glows against your skin. It’s just another thing that has now woven its way into your daily routine together, and as he walks you back to your quarters each night you like to fool yourself that it’s because he wants to, not because his life depends on it.

It isn’t long before the King begins to bring in suitors from neighbouring towns to vie for your hand in marriage. None of which are out of love, but a necessity to strengthen alliances between armies. Which is why it doesn’t matter if you even like any of them, because the choice won’t be yours. The men are scheduled to fight for your hand, and as you sit and wait for them to joust you notice Bakugou clad in full metal armour across the field.

The King positioned him as his strongest guard— because he is.

A man worthy enough to beat his strongest soldier is a man worthy enough to take his daughters hand in marriage. And yet as you watch every man come head to head with Bakugou he beats every single one.

And you think Bakugou has just beat these men because he wants to show how strong and powerful he is, but secretly it’s because he’s so in love with you.

You can’t tell whether your father is proud or annoyed at the fact, especially when Bakugou knocks the son, young Midoriya, off his horse. The man that you believed the King wanted to you marry, the most suitable alliance available.

It’s a few weeks later when Bakugou is sent away on a mission by the King. The head of an army sent out to pillage a neighbouring village who threaten to compromise the power of you’ve forged.

The morning he’s scheduled to leave is the first time he lets you kiss him, he lets you get that close. As though he’s wondering whether he’ll even return home himself. Standing in his quarters in the lower part of the castle, clad in your pyjamas and your feet freezing against the cold stone as he cradles you in his arms. Pouring every ounce of emotion into the kiss as he finally allows himself to have you, even if just for a few selfish moments. Bakugou reckons it’s worth the risk of dying, to feel your lips on his again. A fellow guard, Kirishima catches you both as he takes Bakugou away from you— watching them ride off on horseback as you still feel the warmth of him surrounding you.

You stay awake each night wondering whether he’s even still alive too— whether you’ll ever see him again. The new guards are just as useless as before and you find yourself longing for his safe return.

It’s two months before your father has another man lined up as a potential suitor. Wondering who might fight for your honour now that Bakugou is gone, but you’re shocked when the King says there’s no need for such friviolity. That the wedding is scheduled, and it’s the right reason to strengthen the Kingdom. It’s not for love, it could never be when your heart belongs to Bakugou.

And even if you told your father about your feelings for his guard, it would be issuing Bakugou his own death sentence if he even managed to make it home at all.

But fate really can be a cruel, fickle thing— and as fate would have it Bakugou returns home the day you’re standing at the altar wearing a pretty wedding dress like you’d dreamed about, while you’re waiting to be betrothed to another man.

#but can you imagine the LONGING #like I’d love this from Bakugous POV???#like imagine his thoughts when you drop your towel?!?! I’ll scream #and he wants to fight his feelings so bad #but when it comes to jousting he can’t help but jab the fuckers extra hard. knocking them off their horses and the wind out of them #and he starts thinking about how it would feel waking up beside you or plunging his cock into you #finds himself watching you in the wee hours when you’re fast asleep because it’s the only time he can look at you without you noticing #and it kills him to have to push you away when you try to kiss him and the hurt that flashes in your eyes #but he doesn’t want to die AND he doesn’t want to get you in trouble #because a life with you even if he can’t have you is better than not having you at all???#knight bakugou #soft bakugou

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grandline-fics · 1 month

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hello…may i request mihawk, law, and sanji with a reader thats a famous pianist? please and thank you! hope you have a good day :)

DESCRIPTION: You’re a famous pianist

WARNINGS: none

CHARACTERS: Mihawk, Sanji

WORDS: 1,197

A/N: Thank you for the request! Sadly I couldn't think of a good scenario for Law so hopefully you're happy with what I managed to come up with for the other two.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST

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MIHAWK

Mihawk found himself standing in a lavish banquet hall, his expression impassive but his eyes remained sharp as he observed the whole ridiculous scenes of disguised conversations, ass-kissing, and not-so secret dealings. Just a typical function though none of it held his interest he was only here for you. Your name was considered one of if not the greatest pianist in the world. He’d heard your music in his travels but it was only ever through speakers and projected on screens. To see you perform in person was one of his greatest ambitions.

Yet somehow you were annoyingly evasive regardless of how vast your fame reached. In one regard he could applaud your need for privacy and being reclusive but when it messed with his own selfishness his feelings became conflicted. So when he finally heard you’d be preforming at a royal gala he made it his mission to be there. Even if it meant he was currently having to endure the current tedium, the reward made it all worthwhile so now he just had to wait.

Finally the doors opened and the obnoxiously loud chatter abruptly ended as you entered the room and sat at the gleaming piano. You’d paid no mind to the crowd already enchanted by your presence with practiced poise and when your fingers defy began to play Mihawk felt everyone take a collected breath, himself included. As much as Mihawk had found enjoyment in the projections and records of your playing in the past he found that by comparison to the real thing they all but spat in the face of your talent.

At the end of the performance and the thunderous applause sounded you began to detach yourself from the situation, having no ties to the king of the island or his guests but paused when you met the intense golden stare of someone you truly hadn’t expected to be in attendance. Instead of making your usual quick exit you found yourself walking towards the swordsman. “Well I wasn’t expecting to see you here. If you’re here to kill someone for a bounty could you wait until I’m paid first?” you asked playfully.

Mihawk smirked, pleasantly surprised that you seemed calm in his presence when most tended to shy away from him which was how he preferred it most of the time. It seemed your ability to charm people wasn’t confined to just when you were sat at the piano, even speaking to you had him captivated. “I promise my being here is for anything but business. I had an opportunity to finally see you perform and only a fool would pass up a chance.”

Surprise lit your eyes at the revelation and a smile graced your lips, genuinely touched that someone like the notorious marine hunter and warlord of the sea would be a fan of your music. “I hope I didn’t disappoint your expectations.”

“My dear, the only disappointment I felt was that I couldn’t hear more.” He told you smoothly before offering to get you a drink. If he had to cut talking to you short, it would be a second disappointment of the evening. Thankfully you didn’t seem to be in any rush to leave just yet.

SANJI

The first time Sanji met you was the day before the opening of the Baratie. After spending so much time with Zeff in making this restaurant a reality he was a bundle of nerves and excitement to see it all finally complete. The older chef however was calm and collected which only annoyed Sanji further. As the two were about to launch into an argument a small knock sounded and Zeff immediately grinned, the final piece to make the opening one to remember had arrived just in time. The door opened and Sanji frowned to see two unknown adults enter, not getting why they would make Zeff’s demeanour change to become pleasant for once. Then he saw you poke your head out from behind the legs of one of the adults. You were around his age, maybe a little shorter but you looked around the restaurant with silent appreciation. Then you spotted the piano and your shyness immediately disappeared and you hurried over to inspect it.

While the adults talked, Sanji followed you and watched carefully; he was protective of everything in the restaurant, even if it was over the stupid piano that Zeff insisted was a necessary purchase. The last thing he wanted was some kid wrecking it before the opening. His eyes narrowed when you climbed onto the seat and reached forward to touch the shining keys and he caught your hand to stop you. “It’s not a toy.” He warned. The two of you glared at each other and you sharply pulled your hand out of his grip. Swiftly you began to play, effectively shutting Sanji up with the skill coming from your small fingers and the tune it created was one he’d never forget.

After that rocky start you and Sanji slowly began to warm to each other. Over the years as your reputation grew as a world class pianist and his grew as a world class chef you still found time to stop by the Baratie to visit, never forgetting where your big break came from. You still stopped by your favourite restaurant when Sanji joined the Strawhat crew and your visits seemed to stop. At that same time your fame skyrocketed too, taking you further into the New World with many concerts and performances to keep you occupied.

One day while Sanji walked through a new town to stock up on supplies for the ship he came to an abrupt halt to see your face and name on a poster. Excitement flooded him to see you were here on the island at the same time as him and you were due to play at a local theatre that evening. Knowing you, you’d already be there and practicing. Not wanting to risk missing the chance at a reunion after so many years he set off for the theatre, his task of food shopping forgotten.

His skills as a pirate allowed him to sneak into the theatre from one of the side entrances and he smiled in satisfaction to hear the faint sound of music drifting down the empty hallways, glad that his hunch was right. As quietly as he could, Sanji made it to the wings of the stage and watched you with a growing smile. You’d truly honed your skills as finely as he’d refined his abilities as a chef until the most complicated task-performing or cooking- appeared effortless. When you finished the song, Sanji applauded you, grinning to see you look up at him in surprise and joy. Quickly you got up and hurried over. “About time you showed up, I’m starving.”

“Oh really? In that case, come back to the ship with me and I’ll make you the best meal of your life. Least I could do since after getting to hear you play again.”

“Well how could I say no to that?” You grinned while hooking your arm through his and let him lead the way.

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fluffyfantasticducky · 10 months

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Smile for Me

☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader

☆ Synopsis: Loki was a perfectionist, and after all the mistakes he made he pushed himself even harder to earn his place as an Avenger. So when his first mission goes wrong he's going to need a lot of help from his darling to cheer you up.

☆ Word Count: 5,059 words

☆ Notes: Sad Loki, injured reader and Loki, cheer up tickles for Loki as requested.

☆ Warnings: Needle shot, stab wound (but it's not described in detail don't worry). Loki angst. Cheer up tickles aren't encouraged without the lee's consent. Reader is a bit insistent about it but it's my fic and I choose how to tickle my baby.

It wasn’t supposed to go this way. He had planned it so carefully.

After months of earning the trust of the Avengers, months behaving like a top elite agent, and a lot of support of his brother Loki had finally been assigned his own team.

It had taken him so long, and so much effort… And it all went down in a few minutes.

One small mistake and they were detected. And as the cherry on this cake of mystery. You —who he wanted to protect the most— had been injured.

You and Loki had been dating for a while now. None would suspect a thing when you first met. But you had not only broken Loki’s walls, but you had him wrapped around your fingers and he was utterly and helplessly devoted to you. And for a while there wasn’t a single mission when you weren’t at least a duo.

But you had reawakened a hunger in him he thought lost for a while. He wanted command, but not the kind he used to want as a king.

Usually how missions went depended on the category. If it was an undercover mission, the teams were small and even two agents sufficed, Loki was sent to a lot of those, given his illusions saved months of infiltration. If it was an invasion to an enemy base most Avengers presented themselves to battle to make things easier, those were chaotic. If it was a rescue mission things got more complicated and there were several teams organized for fighting, one to retrieve information (and it was openly stated so, to avoid agreements between team leaders), and a rescue team to get the hostages.

And Loki wanted exactly that last bit. He wanted his own team for missions.

He worked for months, behaving perfectly during missions, working beyond diligently. Every mission he went to, was a mission with zero casualties and practically perfect success rate. Several months of training his body to regulate his strength to fight earthlings while not settling and trying to improve as well, which meant highly demanding training regimes, and staying up late to develop new spells that could help on missions.

And it all paid off the day he was officially named an Avenger, which meant it was a matter of time until he was assigned his own team for a mission.

That night you both had celebrated with a nice dinner.

“For the newest Avenger” you cheered elegantly as you raised your glass of wine. “And for the missions where you’ll be assigned your first team.”

“For the lovely mortal that made it possible” he smiled at you seductively.

“I didn’t do anything, it was your effort, Loki” you laughed softly. “It’s a great achievement.”

“Darling, if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have even tried to achieve anything” he spoke as his tone carried a particular mix of pride and solemnity. “I hope I can be a man you can be proud of one day.”

“I’ve always been proud of you, but yes, this is yet another reason to be proud of my amazing boyfriend.”

“I like the phrasing of that” he said with a smug grin. “But seriously, I wouldn’t have gotten this far without you.”

“What did I do?”

“I wouldn’t have had the patience to follow anyone’s orders if you had been always paired up with me” he said playing with his glass as you laughed. “You’re the only reason I have to behave.”

“Okahahay, looking at it that way I suppose you’re right” you giggled in that way that made Loki’s heart flutter.

“Oh now you believe me, do you?” he chuckled.

“It’s not my fault it’s part of your nature to misbehave” you grinned at him, “but I quite like that about you, it makes my day more interesting.”

Loki could feel his heart jumping around in his chest like he had seen happen in the cartoon shows you liked. Something about dating you made his feelings go crazy at the simplest of things, like being told you were proud of him made him feel like a little kid. But of course, even though he had let some of those feelings out, this was an elegant restaurant and he had to keep appearances.

He simply bit his bottom lip and smiled.

“Well, I’ll be sure to make every day interesting.”

“Oh please, no.” you sighed, but the smile on your face always reassured him you weren’t genuinely upset, “I like dying my hair as much as the next guy, but I the potion on my shampoo to make it change with my emotions was bad enough.”

“Oh but the red looked so lovely with the blush of anger on your cheeks” Loki laughed.

You gently kicked his shin from under the table with a frown, yet a pretty reluctant smile adorned your features.

“You love me” he sighed.

“I do love you” you smiled.

You weren’t supposed to get hurt. But it all happened so fast.

The mission was going well, Loki had been informed he’d lead the intel gather team for the next mission. Of course, you could be found among the agents under his command as his second in command. He chose a couple of other fine agents Loki had had good chemistry when he worked with them on previous missions.

“Darling, search for the file, I’ll take my men to search for physical archives” Loki ordered, “these two will stay with you and look after you.”

But he had been too careless. One wrong step, a turn in the wrong direction and…

He heard the deafening sound of a gunshot and a hard push that pinned him to the ground, and he felt a sharp pain by his clavicle.

“It’s an ambush!” he heard someone scream.

His vision blurred and he heard you screaming, and what seemed like weapons clanking and more shots. Before everything faded to black.

He woke up hours later, back in the Quinjet, and besides the pain on his chest, and a throbbing headache one could say the young Asgardian was fine.

But what he saw made him wish otherwise.

Most of his men were wounded, one of them quite severely and was already being treated so he wouldn’t bleed to death… and you… Norns, you. You were leaning back on your seat with blood stained bandaged along your ribs. Weakly making what seemed like an amicable conversation with Rogers.

But the second your eyes met his you stood up as quickly as you could to get to him. It broke his heart to see you limping.

“Loki! You’re okay!” you sighed as you wrapped your arms around him. “I was so worried.”

Loki didn’t have the courage to speak, he felt unworthy of talking to you after you had gotten hurt because he had been a lousy leader.

“Brother!” Thor also walked to him. “Thank goodness you’re awake!”

“What happened?” he asked.

“You were ambushed” Rogers said to him. “A response team was waiting for your arrival, they surrounded you and knocked you out so they could take out the rest of your team.”

“Luckily Thor and Bruce were still close and managed to break the wall to get us out quick” you sighed.

Thor nodded in a supportive way as the scientist waved with an awkward smile as he was changing to a shirt that wasn’t torn to shreds.

“What worries us is that injection they shot you, brother” Thor continued. “It’s a powerful sedative, capable to knock out Gods. Or Banner, maybe.”

“Hey, don’t get me involved!” Bruce said from his end of the room. “I’m a man as any other!”

“Yeah, a man that destroys a building because someone took his favorite mug for tea.” You mumbled, which, under other circumstances would’ve made Loki laugh.

“Where’s the—” Loki gasped, remembering something important.

“I’m sorry, Loki.” Rogers said sadly, and you shamefully pulled out a destroyed USB.

No intel had been retrived. His first mission had failed.

The way home seemed endless. And the way you subtly clenched your side when you thought he wasn’t looking was tortuous. Once you arrived to the Compound you were greeted by the other Avengers that went to treat the wounded and… well… Now, it was time for a dreaded scolding.

Fury was waiting in the meeting room on the head seat with his hands pressed against the desk and his head hanging as his chest was heaving with anger. Loki never really feared Fury, but he wasn’t excited to hear him scream at him while the headache still troubled him.

“Care to tell me what happened?” Fury asked in a fake patient tone.

Before Loki could open his mouth, you took a step forward.

“It was me, I broke the USB during the fight and I—”

“Zip it, non-bleeding people only.” Fury interrupted you before turning back to the younger God. “You were negligent and a poor leader and even your sweetheart was injured in the kerfuffle.”

“I was shot—”

“So was most of your god damn unit! Your little sidekick here was stabbed as well trying to fill in for what was most of your job—”

“Who fights with swords these days anyway?” you grumbled, and Nat gave you a little pat on the shoulder as she opened your uniform to put on bandages. “Must have been take your anime merch to work day…”

“It’s not your mistake, it was his who couldn’t keep his unit intact. Thank whatever you Gods pray to that no one was killed under your command.”

“Director Fury, he was shot with a dose of Black Lotus” Steve intervened.

Fury’s expression changed for a fraction of a second, his anger turning into concern as he looked at the spot Loki had bandaged around his clavicle. Black Lotus was a deadly drug on humans, just the smell did what it did to Loki, and the smallest doses were already paralyzing for anyone on Earth, but since the arrival of Asgardians to Earth, there had been several reports of it spreading on the Black Market.

But the mission had failed regardless. The list of underground criminals hadn’t been lost. It also didn’t help that it was the first failed mission in a good while, so they had gotten used to just getting a little praise and be on their way until the next mission.

“In any case you were the team leader, and the mission failed and given they were under your command, this result, and the state of your men is your responsibility. You are removed from your new position as team leader and suspended from missions until further notice—”

“What?!” you and Thor screamed. Loki just clenched his jaw as he miraculously managed to hold eye contact with the man scolding him.

“And will be subjected to investigation for potential treason.” Fury finished.

“WHAT?!”

“Director Fury, this isn’t fa—”

“You’re all dismissed.” Fury said firmly. “…Go treat the wounded.”

Something about that last part sounded vaguely defeated. But by that point Loki had already fled the room.

He slammed the door of the room as he walked in and dramatically left himself collapse on the couch, hiding his face behind his head as he hunched over to let the weight of his head on his knees.

Of course it was his fault. It was his mission. He should’ve known better, he should been better. If it had been impossible to ear everyone’s trust this would undo months of work to make the Avengers trust him. They would all be thinking this was exactly what he had been planning, all to sabotage them and tear them apart from the inside.

He didn’t know how long he had been there, but soon the door gently opened and soon two gentle hands had made their way to his shoulders gently massaging them in a familiar way. After a few minutes of your tender care and he left his curled-up position to lean against the back of the couch with a long sigh.

“I love it when you do that” he hummed.

“You seemed like you could use the attention” you smiled.

“If I’m perfectly honest, today I really do…” he said breathlessly.

“That bad?” you asked as you kissed his cheek.

“You were there, love. You saw how it went” he groaned. “I’m suspended from missions, and I’ll be under investigation.”

“It’s only a protocol, you have nothing to hide, it’s gonna be fine.

You sighed and wrapped your arms around him in a hug that nearly made him melt.

“It wasn’t you fault, Loki.”

“Again, you were there. Everyone thinks otherwise.” He huffed.

“Not everyone” you assured him, kissing his cheek once again.

“You never think wrong of me, that doesn’t count.”

“One: Ouch, I do count. Two: I didn’t mean just me, after you left it became a source of debate whether you or Fury were right.” You spoke. “I hadn’t heard of a disagreement so divided since the Sokovia Accords.”

Loki scoffed out a humorless laugh and sighed.

“Sure thing, darling” he said sarcastically.

When you didn’t respond, you turned to look at you and the pout you were giving him almost made him feel better. Almost.

“I’m sorry, little dove” he said as he caressed your cheek with his index finger. “You know I’m not upset with you, don’t you?”

“I know…” you nodded gently. “I just don’t like to see you sad.”

“I have to be upset sometimes. While it’d be too ideal otherwise, I can’t always be in a good mood” he said in an attempt to be reasonable.

You looked at him with a solemn sparkle in your eyes as you circled around his couch and squat down before him, look up at him with a frown before a smile appeared on your face.

“Smile for me” you said innocently.

“Darling…” Loki huffed, sort of imitating your tone “I know that tone… And while I appreciate what you’re trying to do… I’m not in the mood.”

“Well, that’s what I’m trying to change” I smile. “Smile for me.”

He did try for you, but it came out as some scowl.

“I can’t darling…” Loki apologized. “I’m sorry.”

“Mmm… I know of something that always cheers you up, baby…” you smile suggestively, as you place your hands above his kneecaps. “It’s a little game we know~”

Loki immediately tensed up.

“N-No… darling… nohot that, not right now…” he protested, as a little smile fought its way to his lips.

“See? It’s working already” you gave him puppy eyes, “Please… it always cheers you up.”

You weren’t necessarily wrong, the little game you two had come up with was something that always made him relax and distract himself. And the same went for you, it was a two-sided game to cheer the other up.

But right now he didn’t deserve to feel good. He had failed, and his failure had caused you that injury on your side. Why didn’t you resent him?

“Darling Ihi…” he said as a soft laugh escaped him despite himself, “I’m not sure…”

“But you need cheering up...” you said, giving him those gorgeous pleading eyes he could never resist. “I’m not gonna be fine until I see the prettiest boyfriend happy again.”

You had an absurd yet utterly sweet way of sneaking your way into his heart. He let out a soft chuckle and sighed.

“You’re dangerously irresistible” he said as he caressed your face.

Norns, touching you always felt comforting. And the way you leaned against his hand, smiling with closed eyes in a loving way as his fingers brushed against your cheek… What lovely twist of fate left his cold heart in your tender caring hands?

“Is that a yes?” you smiled softly as your eyes fluttered open.

“Oh… Alright, darling” he sighed as a tiny smile already appeared on his face, as he stood up. “Just, allow me to get changed into more comfortable clothes.”

“Clothes that will make my job easier, I hope.”

You let out a happy soft giggle, taking his place on the couch, crossing your legs as you waited for him as he took of his clothes. He started taking off his leather armor as he heard you giggling.

“What?” he asked, surprising himself with the amusement laced in his voice.

“Nothing, it’s just I still sometimes forget how handsome you are” Loki could hear the bashful smile in your tone. “It’s a bit hard to handle sometimes.”

Loki chuckled softly. It was good to see you in a mood like this. Despite the exhaustion and… your wound, that you still tried to flirt with him.

“Does it hurt?” Loki ask as he turned around you after he put a dark green t-shirt on. “Your… well…”

You looked down at your shredded uniform and shrugged.

“As much as you’d expect” you responded, probably knowing it was pointless who has a literal sixth sense to detect lies. “But… I’ve had worse.”

“Worse than being struck by a blade? Forgive me if I’m skeptical, love.” Loki asked as he picked a sweatpants, “I appreciate you trying to ease my conscience, but I’d appreciate it if you were completely honest with me.”

“Must you always be able to read through me?”

“Perhaps I’m no expert, but I’ve been informed that’s part of the being your boyfriend deal” he responded. “I know when you’re softening a blow for me.”

“Smart as always. It hurts, badly. Like a hundred flu shots.” You admitted “It stings a bit too bad, if I do harsh movements.”

“I’m…” Loki’s words died at his lips, the knot on his throat and sting in his eyes at his words making him unable to finish his sentence.

“Sorry?”

“It’d be an understatement. I—”

When he turned around he saw you changing into a more comfortable outfit, you had already put on some sport shorts, and you were shuffling through your stuff to find a comfortable t-shirt. And he could see clearly the bandages stained with blood. His heart sunk to his chest.

“Don’t be, it wasn’t your fault.” you cut him off. “And it’s part of this job, I knew from the start. And I accepted it, and I am willing to take those risks.”

Loki saw you struggle to put the shirt on, as trying to lift your arms made you hiss in pain. He walked towards you, gently taking your hands in his as he grabbed the shirt from you to help you put it on.

He relished the way you shivered as his fingers brushed against your skin. And you gave him those eyes, those eyes that could bring him to his knees, the eyes that kept him awake for so many nights until he had gathered the courage to confess his feelings to you.

“I wish you didn’t have to…” Loki sighed as he kissed your forehead. “You’re too precious to risk.”

“What? Am I supposed to leave all the fun to you?” you chuckled. “You know me better than that.”

“I do, but a man can wish” he said softly as he pressed his forehead against yours, as he gently rubbed his nose against yours in that way you had taught him. “I love you too much…”

“I love you too, Loki” you said. “But that’s why I need you to trust me and let me take risks. Okay?”

“Could you ask me something easier…?” Loki said softly.

“No can do, baby.” You smiled. “Besides, Wanda said she’d text me when it’s my turn in the Medbay again, doc said my injuries weren’t as serious, chances are I won’t even be left a scar.”

“That’s quite a relief, love” Loki smiled. “I wouldn’t have forgiven myself if I had caused you permanent damage.”

“Mmm, that’s the talk of someone who needs my special cheer up treatment” you said in that faux serious tone. “Sit on the couch, please.”

Loki chuckled. Truthfully, he was feeling a bit better already. You had that about you, he always felt much better with you around, you came with a sense of peace that always settled on his chest as your skin came in contact with his. He just couldn’t stay upset when you were around.

“As my darling commands” he bowed as he sat on the couch, looking at you with loving eyes.

You sat on the couch as well, with your legs straddling him before you pressed your nose against his.

“Hey” you whispered.

“Hey” he smiled back at you, relishing the closeness between the two of you.

“Ready?”

“As much as one could in these circumstances” Loki chuckled.

“Perfect” you smiled as you placed your hands on each side of his neck. “Just like you…”

Loki’s breath hitched as a huge grin fought its way onto his lips, his fingers curling into fists as your fingertips traced his skin.

“Gah…!” he groaned as his shoulders rose up trying to protect himself. “Darling…!”

“What? I am starting gently” you argued, but the amusement in your voice was loud and clear. “It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish. I just have fun with it.”

What would anyone say if the saw the God of Mischief in this position? Willingly being submitted to tickling by a mortal half his size, smiling like an idiot as every nerve on his body urged him to laugh.

Even Loki himself once would’ve scoffed at the idea. It was truly ridiculous. But this was his thing with his darling. The reclusive prince of Asgard had found someone he trusted enough to touch him to their heart’s content, and it always felt wonderful. So when you came up with this little cheer up game of tickling each other, Loki couldn’t help but be strung along. And he had come to realized, he quite liked being the subject of this odd form of affection.

And perhaps he always liked it. But he didn’t have many opportunities to open up so freely before. Your fingertips and nails teasing his skin, the nervousness that settled on his stomach, and the laughter. Truthfully, it was fun. Part of his nature as the literal divinity of all kinds of playfulness, he assumed. Your version of mischief was simply more benign than what he had been accustomed to growing up.

“Lohohohove!” he laughed, “gohoho easy on mehehehe!”

“Did you know your nose scrunches up when you laugh?” you smiled, ignoring his plea, not that you were going hard on him to begin with.

“You may hahahave mehehentioned it” he nodded, throwing his head back.

“And you stick your tongue out in the cutest way” you smiled, surprising him with a quick kiss on the cheek, giving him a little break.

“Shuhuhut up!” he giggled. “Ahahahaha! N-Nohoho wait!”

You had moved to tickle his ribs and his laughter rose up in volume. Your touch was still soft and delicate and with just enough pressure to tickle. It was part of the game, never being to hard, half of the time the one on the receiving end was biting their lip with a huge dorky grin and just letting out a little breathy laugh every so often.

And while that was still true, you were slightly more energetic today, having the younger prince on a giggle fit.

“Wahahahait! I— Lohohohove!” he whined as he threw his head back. “Ahahahaha—”

“You love…?” you giggled, “What? You love this? Yeah, I know.”

The little defense his clothing provided him was risible, and yes, he was aware of the irony of that. The maddening way you gently scratched the sides of his ribs had him in stitches.

“Pfft! Hehehehehe!” he wheezed. “Nohohoho! Nohohot the ribs!”

“You always say that to every spot I tickle” you giggled while you kept skittering your fingers along his ribs.

“Behehehecause every spot ihihihis ticklish!” he laughed as he curls up on the couch. “Ehehehahahaha!”

And it got even worse when your fingers sneaked under his arms and scratched the ridiculously ticklish skin of his armpits.

“Nohohohoho!” he laughed. “Gah! Ehehehehehe! Oh norns! Hahahahaha!”

He was completely bent over in laughter, he had resigned limply laying against you, with his forehead pressed against your shoulder.

“W-Wahahait!” he whined between laughs “Plehehehease hahahaha!”

“See?” you giggled happily as you tickled softly the back of his neck that was now exposed to you. “You’re a pretty and ticklish little crybaby…”

“Plehehehease!” he wheezed, “Ahahaha break! Hehehehahaha! Ihi need a breahaha- break!”

You laughed softly, but obeyed and your fingers came to a stop. And Loki was finally got to catch his breath.

“Ahh… hah…” he panted softly as he pulled you closer to give you a hug as he lifted his head a bit to give you a kiss on your shoulder. “G-Goodness gracious, love. You’re ruthless…”

“You love me like that…” you smiled at him.

“I love you like that” he grinned before pressing a kiss to your lips.

You smiled as you tucked a few rebel streaks of hair back to their place, as Loki closed his eyes and relaxed to the feeling of your hands gently caressing him.

“Mmm… I love it when you do that…” he sighed.

“Touch starved tonight, are we?” you caressed his hair.

“Not more than usual…” he sighed, and after a silence from your part he opened one eye to look at a smug grin on your face, “…perhaps slightly more than usual.”

It had been only a few years since he became familiar with the term of touch starvation, and it was so fascinating to him. The way one subconsciously craved for another one’s touch, and how it started taking a toll on the psyche if that need wasn’t satisfied.

And while he only realized so recently, it certainly he was an accurate description for him. He found such comfort the touch of his loved ones, like the way his father patted his shoulders, or whenever his mother would brush his hair when he was little, he even remembers that he’d purposefully mess his hair so she would brush it… and most likely… Frigga knew. Although being perfectly honest, Thor took the first place, if all their playful sparring wasn’t enough, Thor was affectionate by nature and he always patting his back, grabbing him by the shoulder, or giving him hugs. Loki never realized how much he needed his brother until he almost lost him.

But especially from you, your touch was so soft and tender that always made his heart flutter. Your hugs always melted him and your kisses you were a taste of heaven. The tickling, of course, was an important part of your relationship, sharing touch and laughter was surprisingly fun and it satisfied his need for mischief. Your back rubs always dissolved all his stress as if it was magic. And he always, always, fell asleep in minutes if you played with his hair, which was quite a common occurrence.

It had been just a few seconds from you running your fingers through his hair in the most delicious way, but he had leaned back against the couch once more, and he was already nodding off, his eyes closed.

“Comfy?” you asked him, and he could hear the gentle smile on your face.

“Yes, darling…” he sighed.

“Liking this?”

“Yes, darling…” he chuckled.

“Want more tickles?” you asked again.

“Nice try, darling” he opened one eye to look at you as a smile formed on his lips that he was unable to get rid of.

Because of the tickles? Most likely that helped too, but mostly it was that semi-magical effect you had to cheer him up no matter the circumstances.

“It wasn’t a trick, baby” you smiled as you kissed his cheek. “If I wanted to tickle you… I’d just do it. Like this.”

And you did, grabbing your sides and poke and prodded his belly with your thumbs, just kneading your fingers onto his stomach. On a different spot, the massage-like touch it would’ve been relaxing. But his stomach was stupidly sensitive, and it took very little to have him going insane.

“NOHOHOHOHO! STOHOHOHOHOP! NOT THAHAHAT!” he cackled curled up in a ball against you. “I GIHIHIHIHIVE! NO MOHOHOHORE!”

“Mmm… Oh, alright” you giggled, “just because you’re so cute.”

“Ihihi… I am not cute” Loki glared at you. But between his rosy cheeks, and the goofy grin he couldn’t shake off, you weren’t exactly intimidated.

“Yes, you are” you smiled as you held his chin and pressed your forehead against his. “You’re my cute little prince.”

“Say that again” he panted as a slight smile formed on his face.

“What? Cute little prin— hmpfff?!” before you had finished your sentence, Loki had pressed his lips against yours.

Kissing Loki always felt truly like magic, he was passionate as one would expect. But he was surprisingly tender, he liked cupping your face and caressing your cheeks with your thumbs when he was feeling particularly soft, or firmly wrapping his arms around your waist, even grabbing you by the thighs to carry you when he was overly needy.

And right now, he was overly tender and concerned for you, he gently caressed your face as his other hand caressed near your wounded side.

“I’m so sorry…” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. “You shouldn’t have been wounded because of my incompetence.”

“Ow, baby… I’m okay” you sighed as you gently caressed his cheek. “Here, see?”

Your lifted your shirt enough to show the bandaged area and tapped over the stain of blood trying to prove him you’re alright. But you winced at the first contact.

“That’s relieving” Loki said sarcastically, but he surprised himself smiling genuinely.

“Well… maybe it’s gonna take some more time to heal…” you admitted as you rested against him. “But it wasn’t your fault, we were ambushed, and they knew exactly… how to… knock you down…”

Loki looked into your eyes and the look on your face made evident you had the same idea.

“You don’t think… they could have… known I… that we…” he asked. The idea wasn’t completely ridiculous.

“You mean… that someone warned them beforehand…” Loki looked at you with a worried look.

“No, no. No… that’d mean… there’s a traitor between us.”

But that couldn’t be… Right?

| MASTERPOST | PART TWO |

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 | 𝐊𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

fandom. Hunter X Hunter

pairing. Knuckle Bine x hunter!fem!Reader

spoilers!. huge Chimera Ant Arc spoilers

plot. the night before the final fight against King Meruem in the palace of East Gorteau, you decide it’s time to confess your love to none other than your friend and Hunter companion, the oblivious Knuckle Bine. Because you can’t sleep, and cause maybe you’ll never have another chance to tell him. But instead, Knuckle makes you promise something: to put the World before him tomorrow. Will you respect his wishes?

word count. 3,6k

prompts. Chimera Ant Arc, aftermath of the Chimera Ant Arc final battle, Reader is also a Hunter and Morel apprentice, secretly in love, love confessions, awkward romance, Knuckle is dense, kissing, making out, getting together.

You like many things about Knuckle.

In the beginning he didn't give you a good impression. You both got close to each other after you got taken under the protective wing of Morel, who instructed you along with Shoot. Shoot is a quieter type, really silent, but getting along with him was smooth and easy. With Knuckle it was a whole other story. During your first missions together he always raised doubts about the tactics you proposed, on the other hand you did the same with him. If you said A, he would say B. If he wanted to go right, you wanted to go left. And this would always end up in yelling, staring contests and headbutting. You understood some things about Knuckle: he was hot-headed, impulsive, loud and a braggart. But he was also kind. No matter how many times he shouted against you, he never did it for personal hatred. It was for genuine interest in helping people in need, and to make sure that the mission was successful. He never insulted you with more than a superficial "idiot", and from his eyes you always understood that he didn't really mean it and that he didn't want to offend your intelligence. Even Knuckle soon realized how kind you were, and how much you took care of things and people you cared about. He respected it. You two learned how to trust one another and make a better team, much to Shoot's and Morel's relief, who honestly couldn't take it anymore. Your fights decreased, replaced by an unconditional affection and a unbreakable loyalty. And from your part, even love. People would often ask if you and Knuckle were a couple. And every time both you and him would answer with a ferocious "OF COURSE NOT!". Knuckle's cheeks and ears would get hot, and you would feel your stomach erupt in warmth from embarrassment. You couldn't look at each other in the face.

His hair, first of all. They were his trademark. Always styled in a pompadour, they were really popular between high school thugs. Knuckle told you that he even formed a gang when he was a student, and that it was the most feared inside the school. To be honest, you were really sure that it was just a very normal group of friends who loved to slack off, and that he told you that just to sound tough. You like the stress lines under his eyes, which give him a serious look just how he wanted it. And you appreciate his ears, which become red and hot when he loses his shit or when he's embarrassed, two moods he constantly swings between.He has a pretty body, toned and muscular thanks to his intensive workouts and his inclination towards the art and use of Nen.And you like that he takes care of stray dogs, and the way he cries so easily out of sympathy and emotion. He's a sweet guy who gets moved to tears so often even though he hides it behind a tough-guy armor. You like more things about him than you can count.

One time, while patrolling alone with Morel and Shoot during a mission, you dared to question them about all of this.

"I wonder why people always ask me and Knuckle if we're a couple. For example, why not me and you, Shoot?"

If only Shoot had eyebrows, he would have raised them all the way up his hairline. So his hooded eyes were just comically wide. Morel, on the other hand, erupted in a loud, gigantic laugh that made you jump in surprise. A laugh so hard that he had to hold onto his pipe. You stopped, putting your hands on your hips.

"C'mon, what are you laughing at!" you pouted.

"Are you really asking why people think that you and that idiot are couple?!" Morel choked between laughter "you with the shiny eyes every time you stare at him? Who drools when he takes off his jacket during combat? Who plays with her hair like schoolgirl when we get out for drinks and he offers you a beer? You gotta be kidding me!"

And he proceeded to keep laughing again. Meanwhile, your face caught on fire. You smacked both hands on your mouth, shaking your head vigorously.

"I never stared at him!" you tried to object.

"If I may intrude" Shoot intervened, shyly "you stare at him a lot"

"That's not possible..." you whispered.

You wanted to threaten your own mentor to stop laughing, because what Morel said wasn't true at all. You didn't like Knuckle that way. But you just couldn't protest. Morel was right. You did really like Knuckle that way!

"Fuck, I like Knuckle! How could it be...and most importantly, what do I do!" you exclaimed, fisting your hair in your hands out of panic.

Morel sighed, puffing some smoke in the process. Then, he showed off one of the big grins of his.

"Boys are complicated, dearie, so I suggest we all get drunk tonight"

"Sounds like a great idea" you replied.

The step from liking to loving was really short. It was so easy to fall in love with Knuckle once you understood that you had feelings for him. Even though you kept fighting now and then, and you still called each other idiots. He cared about immensly, and you cared about him. Everything culminated one night after you promised to protect each other with your own lives. Morel took you out to drink as usual, and maybe you and him were a bit drunk.

"If the situation ever requires it, I'll give up my life for you, (Y/N)" Knuckle said.

Yeah, you did drink, and you were waiting for a taxi outside the bar you usually spent your free time in. But the way his eyes looked into you as he said that was so damn serious. And you, to such a determined and kind gaze, could answer with a stare just as serious.

"And I'll do the same for you, Knuckle"

Night before the selection

It's a quiet night. Clear, silent. You and your teammates would appreciate it more if only there wasn't this uneasiness in the air. Tomorrow the King of Chimera Ants, Meruem, will begin the selection, which will kill millions of people in no time. You, Knuckle, Morel and Shoot were selected to go to the NGL region to get rid of the menace. It's, without the shadow of a doubt, the most dangerous mission you've ever dealt with, you understood it during your fights against the Ants. And facing the Royal Guards will be way worse. Both you and Knuckle risked a lot, and if you ever had to die one day, you feel like it would be tomorrow. And you still didn't tell Knuckle that you love him. What if this is the last good moment to tell him? Tomorrow you won't have time for sure, and maybe not even after, because you're not sure that there'll be an after tomorrow. The thought creeps you out and prevents you from sleeping and gathering energies. You tried to sleep on the floor of the small abandoned chalet where you and and your squad are resting. But the fact that Gon and Killua keep doing push-ups doesn't really help. With a nervous sigh, you get up. You exit the chalet, taking a big breath of fresh air. You were feeling like suffocating before. The air is cold just right. And stars are really beautiful in NGL, without any artificial light the night sky is a whole other story. This could be your last chance to see so many pretty stars, because you're pretty sure that tomorrow you won't have any time to raise your nose up. An imperceptible sound of chattering makes his way towards your ears. You turn around to see if you have company, but there's no one. A small leaf lands on your nose, and you look upwards. Shoot and Knuckle are discussing something on top of a tall tree, you can't hear what they're saying but the concern in their voices is evident. Knowing that you aren't the only one uncomfortable relieves you, so you decide to climb up the tree and reach them.

"Trouble sleeping?"

As soon as Knuckle sees you, he jumps. And Shoot flushes red in a matter of seconds, sweating profusely. You raise a curious brow.

"What's going on? Did I interrupt something?" you ask, concerned.

Even Knuckle's cheeks become a blushing mess, his lips pressed tightly against each other and his muscular body stiff under his white jacket.

"No it's just..." Knuckle says, almost stuttering "y-you...YOU HAVE SOME NASTY EYEBAGS!"

Knuckle points a finger right to your face, and Shoot covers his face with his hand.

You're absolutely not convincing...he thinks.

But Knuckle still manages to make you mad as fuck, and you grit your teeth.

"That ain't true! It's just that I can't sleep tonight!" you protest, raising two fists in front of the Beast Hunter.

"I think I'll leave you two alone" Shoot whispers, and with only a jump he gets down the tall tree.

"Shoot, wait!" you exclaim.

Having his company would have reassured you, since he was just as anxious as you. You're always surrounded by impulsive Hunters without any sense of danger, who understands you better than him?

"But for real, are you okay?"

It was Knuckle who talked, who's voice got softer. He's looking at you with apprehension, the stress lines under his eyes frowning. You relax your gaze too as you meet his eyes.

"Not really" you sigh, and you sit right next to him on the tree branch, your feet swinging in the darkness beneath it.

"Nervous for tomorrow?"

"Yeah, we went on so many missions before this one without loosing once. But we aren't invincible, and this is a really big menace. I'm worried that we might not make it"

You were so scared of never getting to tell him that you love him. Maybe you should do it now. Knuckle doesn't say anything. It's true, by this hour tomorrow he could have already lost you. The thought terrifies him. He had already faced 5000 battles without losing one, but nothing can guarantee him that you'll be with him after tomorrow. He presses his lips together and looks down. You can't stand his eyes either.

"You're right, this time we can't be so certain" he murmures "I'm sorry, (Y/N), I can't make you feel better"

You have to tell him now.

"Knuckle, there's something I have to sa-"

"Wait, (Y/N), I have to tell you something too" Knuckle interrupts you. He has never done this, he always respected your words, even when he didn't agree.

You hold your breath, gripping your clothes between your fingers.

"What?" you ask with half a voice.

Knuckle finally looks at you, serious. He reaches for you with his hand and softly grazes your face so that you can look at him. You hope he doesn't feel it getting warmer under his touch, because you feel that way in response of his unexpected gesture. You just know that your pupils are dilated now. You're drowning in his eyes, always so furious yet kind. After making sure that you're looking in his eyes, he lets his hand fall from your face slowly.

"I..." Knuckle opens his mouth, but it seems like words are stuck in his throat. He never had trouble talking, why now?

For a moment it seems like Knuckle's stumbling on his own words.

"I..." ha takes a deep breath, before shaking his head "made you a promise, one night in front of our bar"

You look at him intently.

"And I know that I was very drunk, but I always took it seriously. And I know you did the same"

You didn't expect him to talk about your promise. Instinctively, you scoot closer to him making your body scratch against the bark of the branch.

"Of course I took it seriously" you say.

"But I gotta ask you to break it”

You spread your eyes open. Knuckle gets close to you too and lays his hand on your shoulder. A shiver goes down your spine.

"Knuckle I can't"

"But you have to, because this isn't just a mission, you just said it yourself. This is about saving the world, and promises can't count anymore. Except for this one"

"Which one?"

Slowly your hand trailed up your own shoulder to touch Knuckle's, caressing his fingers. Usually the embarrassment would be too much to handle. Your physical touch was always playful or angry, never intimate. But you don't have time to be embarrassed.

"Tomorrow you have to prioritize the mission, not me. Even if I'll be on the verge of death, you have to put our duty first, not me. I know that this goes against what we always said to each other, but please respect it. If the situation ever requires it, put the world before me"

Your fingers tighten around his hand harder. You feel yourself tearing up but you repress them. You grit your teeth and tremble. You start to really fear how you'll feel tomorrow if this is your reaction at just the idea of losing Knuckle. Would you ever take it?

"Alright, I'll do it"

Knuckle is surprised, but pleasantly. He really didn't want to fight with you tonight.

"But only if you'll do the same with me. If the situation requires it, choose the world and not me"

Knuckle holds your hand on your shoulders. He frowns. He always does it when he's conflicted. Then, he nods with determination in front of your eyes.

"Alright, I promise"

"Then I promise too"

Too focused on holding your hands, none of you noticed the free ones crossing their fingers behind your backs.

Dawn after the fight of East Gorteau

You broke your promise with Knuckle and Knuckle did the same for you. You woke up next to Ikalgo in a warehouse under East Gorteau's palace, where Meruem lived. The octopus explained to you that it was over, that the King was poisoned and was spending his last moments with Komugi, the girl you had in custody hours ago. You won. You're covered in wounds, but still able to stand up. You ended up like this while fighting against Youpi, throwing yourself in defense of Knuckle who fell in his trap. Your weapons were reduced to dust by the Royal Guard, but you were able to blind some of his eyes. However, the fight made both you and your Nen unable to fight. Your Nen was proven really effective against Royal Guards, so giving it up was a loss for your team and for the chances of saving humanity. You broke your promise. Knuckle did the same for you when Youpi threatened not only to kill Morel, but also yourself if he didn't deactivate Potclean. And so Knuckle did. You both broke the promise that you never intended to keep. After the fight you collapsed from tiredness and loss of blood. You had a brief and confused memory of Knuckle taking you in his arms before laying you down in a safe place. When you woke up, Ikalgo was next to you and told you the news.

"Where's Knuckle? Is he okay?!" you blurt out.

Ikalgo nods "The King knocked him out along with Meleoron, but he's fine. He should still be at one of the palaces towers"

Using your last energies, you stand up. Ikalgo cured all your wounds but scratches and cuts are still visible. Some scars will never go away.

"(Y/N)! Are you sure?" Ikalgo asks, concerned.

"Yeah, I'll go get him. Can you take me to him? There are some things that still haven't said to him and I thought I would never be able to"

Ikalgo, seeing your sincere and tired smile, nods. He takes you under one of his tentacles, supporting your body until you arrive in front of the room where Knuckle was laying down unconscious. You stand in the room. Sunlight beams through the window and delicately touch his sculpted body, his face still frowned in determination despite his loss of senses. You smile again, calm, before looking at Ikalgo. You exchange looks of understanding, then he trots towards Meleoron and takes away his sleeping but unscathed body.

It's just you and Knuckle now.

You get close to his body slowly, ruins crankling under your feet. You crouch down in front of him, sitting on your legs. You reach for his hair and start caressing them slowly. You almost don't want to wake him up, even though it's a tormented sleep caused by violence.

"Knuckle, it's me, (Y/N)"

His back rises as if he had been underwater for so long. He groans deeply before using all his energy to roll on his back. Now he's facing upwards, his gaze looking up at your calm and sweet smile. Knuckle squeezes and opens his eyes slowly, welcomed by your face. A small smile extends on his own face in response.

"(Y/N)..." he slurs, his voice raspy "you're alive...did we win?"

Carefully, you take Knuckle's head between your hands and slowly place it on your lap. He lets you do so without daring to protest.

"Yeah, we won. The King was poisoned and is spending his last hours in peace. It's over" you answer.

You gently start to caress his pompadour, now messy. Your delicate strokes go in tandem with your tired breaths.

"Great, but...I broke the promise" Knuckle goes on, a bit mortified.

"I did it too, it doesn't matter, I would do it again" you reply as you keep touching him.

You never had such an intimate moment, such a gentle touch under sun rays. You've never been so happy to see the sun rising.

"Knuckle, there's something I have to tell yo-"

"I'm in love with you"

You jump in surprise and spread your eyes open. For a moment you believe that he's just being delirious because of tiredness. But then you get lost in his gaze. Knuckle's face, always so angry and tough, completely melted in a tender and meek smile, kissed by the sun, pacified. You stop stroking his hair for a sec.

"What?"

"I'm in love with you, I really mean it. Tonight I realized how precarious the world is and that I couldn't afford to just not tell you" Knuckle says, in a whisper.

Your eyebrows arch upwards and a moved smile sprawls across your wounded face.

"I love you too, Knuckle"

Knuckle's reaction is similar to yours. Mouth slightly parted, a small inhale of surprise. It's really sweet. He didn't expect you to reciprocate, he didn't expect nothing from you in fact.

"(Y/N)..."

"I love you even though I always fight with you, even if you're hot-headed, stubborn, a braggart and with a weird haircut. But I love the way you care about others even when you deny it, and the way you cry for them. I love your haircut too, by the way. I just want to give you back the kindness you give to me and other people"

Your hands touches him again, this time caressing his cheek. Knuckle doesn't know what to say, words dying in his throat. You get lost in his eyes once again, then you snap out of it and your cheeks get hot.

"Ah-ehm, sorry...um...I wanted to say these things last night on the tree but I chickened out " you stutter awkwardly.

Knuckle breaks the silence with a laugh that echoes through the chamber.

"Hey, what are you laughing at?" you ask, scowling.

"It's funny, I wanted to confess too last night. Me and Shoot were talking about that, and that's why you scared us when you appeared out of nowhere. Ah, I don't even know why I told him!"

You chuckle "Maybe because you care about him a lot"

"That's not true, take that back!" Knuckle shouts, pointing a finger in your face.

Knuckle's face becomes a blushing mess, and you let yourself go in a laugh because Knuckle is always the same. Incapable of hiding his kindness and his affection towards other people. The finger aiming at your face touches your cheek, then under the eye, next thing you know his entire hand is encapsulating your cheek.

"Come over here..."

Without even realising it, you bend over Knuckle and you kiss. You often asked youself how kissing Knuckle would feel like, and this exactly corresponds to the idea. So delicate, but passionate. Knuckle's lips move on yours and you reciprocate immediately, closing your eyes. You press your mouth against his, it's warm like a hug of someone coming back from war. Warm like someone who couldn't wait anymore to say I love you. When you rise up you press your lips together, trying to suppress a smile, but unsuccessfully. You're sure that your face is a mess, just like Knuckle's which is really hot red.

"Wow..." you whisper.

"Yeah, wow..." Knuckle murmurs, dumbfounded.

You look down at him again "What do you say if we wait for Morel and Shoot to get better, then we all go out to get drunk to celebrate, then we go make love in my apartment?"

"Hell yeah"

Knuckle gathers some energies to hoist himself on his elbows and sit up. You help him stand up, but you have to support each other under your arms because both of you are too tired. You start to walk out the room.

"And after that you'll be my girlfriend?" Knuckle asks.

"I'm pretty sure that I already am"

Suddenly, you hear some sniffling echoing through the empty palace alley. You turn around.

"Are you seriously crying right now? For real?" you ask, startled.

"Shut up! I'm not!'

"Yeah you are, idiot!"

"Don't you dare tell this to anyone, or..."

"Or?"

"I don't know, I can't do anything to you you're my girlfriend now!"

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4ngeldusstt · 10 months

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K A K A S H I H A T A K E headcanons

A/N: some cute things i came up with i wanted to write some kakashi my man deserves some attention too

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 727

♡ He knows you’re part of the ANBU, he was notified by Tsunade herself (even though he isn’t a part of it anymore) but everyone knows he is trust worthy and she thought it was something he deserved to know.

♡ He is very worried about you when you have a mission, usually he is told when something is going on in the village so when every once in a while you are sent to a very important and/or dangerous mission you must know he isn’t gonna have not a single minute of sleep until he knows you made it back safely.

♡ If it happens that you are sent alone to a mission just know he for a fact is gonna follow you, he is very cautious and is very good at hiding his presence to avoid being noticed, he does think you are more than capable of protecting yourself, don’t get him wrong, but he still does it mainly for his own mental sake.

♡ He is so so proud of you, when he has the pleasure to see you in action he can’t help but stare at you in awe, almost drooling as you take down opponents without breaking a sweat. Kakashi defenitelly thinks you are the most badass person he’s ever met and adores when other people praise or recognise your strength and your exceptional abilities.

(I must add he loves to brag about you and praise you when he has de opportunity, to the point his friends have to shut him up cause he can go on and on and doesn’t know when to stop, can you blame him though? Everyone has to know how amazing and beautiful you are, duh.)

♡ The combination of you being cute and gentle and the complete definition of a sweetheart to everyone but also in the other hand being capable of being ruthless and a overly skilled shinobi?? drives him i n s a n e, he just can't get enough of you!

♡ He loves when you call him nicknames, everyone calls him kakashi, sensei amongst others but you are the one that he allows to refere to him as anything else his favourites are kashi or baby, it makes him feel so special and gets pouty if you use his full name.

(You also make up weird ass names for him, for example: “my little baby prince”, “my angel king of my soul”, “baby veggie dumpling”, “prettiest shinobi of the land”, “my perfect angel baby” and so on, they make him laugh and in fact he adores them, its become a thing between you two, he honestly looks forward to what you come up with each time.)

♡ When he finally has you home after a long time away, (even more than a couple days is long enough for him) he has a delicious meal already prepared, a warm bath ready for you and some of your favorite flowers sitting pretty in a vase with a little present next to it, a small detail to make you smile, like a ‘welcome home’ present. There’s nothing in the world that he loves more than taking care of you, knowing himself how tiring ANBU missions can be, after a long mission he wants you to just get home and not have to do anything, and i mean anything, if you need something, even the smallest thing, you can be sure that he will do it for you.

♡ If you love books just like him, that’s something yall bond about, making it a tradition that on sundays you have a chill day where both of you only lounge in the couch/bed and read, just enjoying each other’s company and after that reading session he takes you to the village restaurant to eat dinner and comment/talk about what happened in the book.

You both for sure gift each other books all the time, if a new icha-icha book comes out oh boy, you are the first get your hands on it so your man can read it without having to wait. And the same for you, he has his ways to get the books you love even before they launch officially, it brings him genuine happiness to see how excited you get and how your eyes shine when you have a new story to devour.

<3 Overall he is just the perfect boyfriend, get yourself a Kakashi <3

#kakashi x you #kakashi fanfiction #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi hatake #kakashi sensei #kakashi hatake headcanons #kakashi hc #kakashi headcanons #kakashi fluff #kakashi hatake fluff #naruto headcanons #naruto kakashi #kakashi hatake x you

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vesper-tinus · 1 year

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hello ! hope you're doing good and excited for xmas! :) could i request a first meeting between reader and koenig. with reader also being in the military? thank you

Hello! I'm doing good, thank you for asking, and I hope you're doing well too! The holidays are a lovely time of year, and I am always happy to see snow :)

Let's see what I can whip up for you! Fair warning, I do not remember much from my German lessons in school 😉 As always, thank you for requesting!

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. König x Reader

Summary: You're picked for a joint mission alongside KorTec, for what reason, you do not know. You don't like being kept in the dark, but you do like being in the company of a tall Austrian. Keywords: First meeting, reader is military and a sniper, a damn good one at that, reader's callsign is "Cipher". Wordcount: 1254

Translation Notes: "It was good working with you, let's stay in contact?"

You’re sitting in a truck bound for base. From there, you’ll take a helicopter to what can only be described as copious reports and questioning. You, alongside two others from your unit, were handpicked for a joint mission alongside KorTec. You'd received no explanation as to why you were operating with contractors, nor were you in any position to question it. It’s all been very off the grid from what you’ve been able to piece together.

König is leaning back in his seat, strong arms folded over his chest as he sits in stoic silence. Not that there was much to talk about—none of you in this vehicle are friends. The mission is over, accomplished, and no one wants to waste energy trying to talk over the loud volume of the engine.

Your attention, once more, falls to König (as it often has), and you’re suddenly reminded of something he said to you two days ago. Two days ago when you were squatting in a make-do sniper’s nest of your own making. Comms were silent. You were waiting. Trained eyes monitoring the area with a hawk’s precision, breath steady, scope steadier.

“Cipher, how copy?”

Your earpiece buzzes to life with a subdued voice, almost calming in its softness. König, you think. King.

“Solid copy. I’m eyes on. Whenever you’re ready,” you respond, voice unwavering as you trail the head of your target through the scope—one of them, anyway. You’ve been sitting in this nest for hours. Even just the possibility that you could finally get some action, spurs your heart to life.

“Breacher up, König take point.” A third voice joins, one that you can pinpoint belongs to Zero. “Cipher, dispatch the guards and keep us updated on movement. We’re going in.”

“Understood. Bullet drop in three, two… one.” Your first target is down, and the second soon follows. You don’t need to watch the entrance to hear the door being kicked down. It’s not your business, anyway, you and your scope have other matters to attend to. You meticulously comb over the outside with an assassin’s precision, eventually letting another body join the first two. A fourth, a fifth. The ruckus from the door caused alertness, but thankfully, you’re an expert in clean-ups, and no actual alarm manages to sound.

You have no eyes on the inside with the exception of the vague talking keeping you updated over comms. It’s one of the downsides of being appointed to sniper duty, but the fact that you’re outside alone means that your skills speak for themselves. They trust you. For now.

“You could become a contractor for KorTac, Cipher.”

You’re not certain what prompted this, but it has remained in your mind ever since.

When you confronted him after the takeover, König seemed surprised that you managed to hear him amidst the chaos over comms. Nobody else did. What followed was a conversation that ranged from his fascination with your speciality—being a sniper—to his own attempt at becoming one, only to be denied. He asked about your experience in the military, and you compared notches on your weapons. The conversation carried on, and part of you wished the pickup would be delayed just so you could continue talking with him. He offered you a müsli bar, which you accepted, and he purposefully shielded you from the ceiling light when you wanted to rest your eyes. You hadn’t asked, but he did it anyway, and it made you feel appreciated. You got the impression that he was often dismissed by others. Either due to his height or his silent demeanour, but once you got him talking, he could talk even the best conversationalist in circles. That’s what it felt like.

Your knee knocked against his thigh as you laughed at one of his jokes. You were sitting side by side. He’s funny. Time passed, and when pickup arrived, he offered you a hand to help you up. You smiled, eyes locked on him as you took his hand in your own. “Much appreciated, König.” You spoke your words slow and deliberately, his name rolling off your tongue with meaning.

His eyes widened.

As you’re pulled to your feet, König’s hand steadies you by the waist, large palm coming to grip your hip bone, and you seize the opportunity to heavily lean against him—testing the waters, so to speak. Your hand stretched open across his broad chest, and you hear him swallow a breath, eyes still wide, but his attention is solely focused on you. He’s not looking away.

The truck comes to an abrupt halt, and you’re shaken out of your memories.

All good things must come to an end, you think as you all pile out of the vehicle. Most contractors scatter as soon as their boots hit the ground, and part of you finds it rude, but you’re too tired to be a good example. There’s really only one person you’re interested in saying farewells too, anyway.

He seems to have the same ideas as you, cause he lingers near the exit of the truck, seemingly in no hurry to disappear like the rest of his team. Was he waiting for me?

“König,” you say, attempting a light tone despite your exhaustion.

You offer your hand for a shake, shoulders squared as you flash the man your best smile. While not a focus of your military duty, you’ve been trained to value diplomacy in missions requiring cooperation… Nevermind your personal interest in the soldier before you.

König briefly glances at your hand, but you needn’t wait long before his larger palm grips yours in a firm shake.

Right, you should say something. You’ve been practising for this. Sort of. The German dictionary you found discarded in one of the bunkers was not ideal, but you believe you have managed to form some sort of coherent sentence. It’ll be smooth, you think—you hope. You clear your throat.

“Es war sehr schön mit dir zusammen zu arbeiten, lass uns in Kontakt bleiben?"

A pregnant pause fills the air between you.

Fuck.

You said it wrong. There’s no other explanation. Lord knows your accent was probably all over the place, not to mention the grammar itself. He probably speaks with an Austrian dialect, of course he does, which makes your bastardised German all the more silly to his ears. Great job.

Your hands are still firmly locked together, your grip more feeble than König’s. He might as well be holding your hand hostage with how weak your hold is. A part of you is thankful he is holding you steady, but another part of you wants to slink into the helicopter, the sound of your clown shoes echoing behind you for all to hear.

When you think all is lost, you feel him squeeze your hand. Not roughly, but enough to send a shiver down your spine. He leans down, just a tad—his tall body still towering over you—allowing you a better view of his eyes. Those expressive eyes of his are squinting pleasantly, almost mischievously. He is smiling, you know he is. It makes your heart skip a beat.

“...it was cute that you tried.”

Doublefuck… you are so into this man.

A mild-mannered chuckle breaks your thoughts. It’s not a boisterous sound by any means, but it echoes in your ears anyway, rattling your skull. It’s a beautiful sound. Genuine. Personal. Just meant for the two of you. With your cheeks flushed, you await with bated breath.

“Jo, eh. Let us stay in touch, Cipher.”

#könig x reader #könig #könig cod #cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw22 #x reader #reader #fanfiction #cod mw2 #cod mw2 x reader #cod x reader #cod mw2 imagine #cod imagine #cod modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #reader imagine #vespertine writes

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yoyomomiko · 26 days

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“I'll protect you!”

Pairing: Inosuke x F!reader

Summary: You and Inosuke are on a mission to defeat a demon in a forest, and all of the sudden, a sound comes from the bushes...

Warnings: None!! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Under the moon's soft glow, the trees seemed to stand still, branches reaching upward against the indigo sky.

Each leaf seems to shiver with a silver hue, their gentle rustles creating a haunting melody.

The forest becomes a sanctuary of silence, every step feels like an intrusion that disturbs the quiet.

The only sounds are the footsteps that make their way on the dirt path, leaves crunching under you and Inosuke's shoes.

Well... There was also Inosuke's loud mouth.

“-king of the MOUNTAINS!” He'd yell again and again, while all you could do was listen to him rambling about his strength.

He was your dearest friend, and maybe... Your crush too.

At first, he had a boar mask on, and he seemed annoying. But over time, he grew closer to you, and you ended up catching feelings for him, even if he'd always wear a boar mask!

But oh, when you saw his face...

How could a MAN be prettier than WOMEN?!

It didn't matter, he was your best friend, and that's that.

“Did i tell you that time that i once-” He'd yell out again. Yes, yes he did, but you still loved listening to him.

“Inosuke, we should focus on the mission right now, we have to find that demon.” You reminded your friend in a gentle tone, trying to seem polite on the fact that you just interrupted him.

You didn't mind him talking, not at all. You loved his voice, even if others may describe it as loud or too rough!

Inosuke was about to protest, but before he could, a rustling sound came from the bushes. The noise could've been the steps of the demon, or maybe it was the demon trying to hide!

Just as you put your hand on your sword, Inosuke stepped in front of you, his swords already tightly in his hands.

“Stand back. I'll protect you!” Inosuke assured you in a loud voice, getting ready to fight whatever demon was hiding.

You couldn't think anymore. Your mind was fuzzy, face heating up and heart pumping in your chest. Your eyebrows raised slightly, shaking your head as you snapped back to reality.

What made you snap back? Inosuke's hands gently resting on your waist, as a way to pull you in closer to him so he can shield you from any danger.

If you weren't blushing then, you were now.

You had butterflies in your stomach, heart fluttering, eyes widening and your jaw slightly dropped from the shock.

You realized you were drooling, and you didn't want to embarass yourself, so you quickly put your hand up to your mouth and wiped your lips and chin.

Were you that weird? Nah, that's a regular and relatable thing when a hot man touches you this way. Right...?

Your mind cleared up as you finally realized that you could be in possible danger. You didn't know if this demon was an uppermoon or not, so you couldn't risk yourself.

Just as Inosuke was about to jump the bush, a rabbit hopped away from it.

“Oh...” You sighed in relief as you saw that the 'possible danger' was just a cute little rabbit.

Inosuke let you go and made his way in the front, skipping away like nothing happened.

This boy was going to be the death of you...

#reader insert #x reader #reader #anime #inosuke hashibira #demon slayer inosuke #inosuke x reader #kny #demon slayer #kny inosuke #i love men

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theship-thewalrus · 2 years

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you are the one i want

sandor clegane x female! reader

no matter what sandor is the one you would choose over and over again

word count: 1594 words reading time: about 10 minutes warnings: none

Sandor was a man who did not experience much kindness in his life. His family was never kind to him, favouring his brother and allowing him to mutilate his face. The people he worked for and simply people in general, for to them his scar was hideous, he had become not even human in their minds but a dog. Life itself did not give him much kindness. Maybe he deserved it in some strange way, in his past life he had done something so horrible that in this life he is treated in such a way. Even now he had done unspeakable things at a command, with little care for what it might entail for others.

But maybe the world had felt he had suffered enough, that he should be allowed some inkling of kindness in his life. For a moment he should have someone with who he could confine, and find some sense of solace. You were that kindness he found in the world. Someone who did not see him as a monster like he saw himself, someone who just simply saw him as another person

But insecurities and negative thoughts would always be present. It was hard to change years of thinking a certain way, to change something that seemed so engrained in the world. Though no one could not say you had not tried your best to help him see how much more he is. He isn't just 'The Hound' something to be used and discarded as though he was a simple item. He was Sandor Clegane, a person of value and standing.

By some miracle of the gods, you were able to begin a relationship with the man. Though to an extent, he felt as though he did not deserve it, that he trapped you in a relationship. For you would be able to get anyone you so desired.

As he watched you in court, a lord that he never took note of before whispered in your ear. His hand moved to grab you, though Sandor's vision was obscured by people in front of the pair of you. Jealously bubbles in his chest as he watched you from his place next to King Jeffrey. There was nothing he could do at the moment, but if he was given the opportunity would he stop you? Fear begins to make a pit in his stomach, maybe he enjoyed the attention from someone who is not a monster. Maybe you were sick of being seen with him, of being associated with such a monstrosity.

Thus, he began to distance himself in the hopes it would help him achieve what you wanted, to be free of him. He was a fool to hold onto you for this long. He was a fool for thinking that you would not grow bored of him. He was a fool for thinking that you could possibly love him, despite his appearance. For this life had always been cruel to him, to think it had suddenly had a change in heart was stupid.

The constant distance between Sandor and yourself only proved to annoy and anger you. Every time you even attempt to speak to the man it seemed he was needed elsewhere. As though he simply did not have any more time for you. The job as Joffery's guard was a full and exhausting one, but it had never affected the pair of you to this extent. It was as though Sandor was avoiding you. But, why? It was not until this little game went on a few weeks that you were able to finally corner the man.

The night was dark and many people were well asleep. It certainly was not the time for a notable lady to be wandering about the grounds. Yet there you were, a woman on a mission, and nothing in your path seemed to be able to stop you. When you had found Sandor the man seemed quite surprised to see you at this time of night. In the barely lit hallway, you found yourselves in you could hardly make each other out. The light was able to hide what Sandor believe to be his ugliest parts. While for you, it seemed to only enhance your beauty.

"I have been looking for you all around this bloody castle." Your voice was low, there was no need to raise it seeing as the pair of you were so close. The annoyance and anger in your voice were clear despite you not raising it. "Have you now?" came his guff reply, the man simply looking down at you. It seemed he did not think to find this a situation to put much thought into. Crossing your arms over your chest you look up at him. "I have, for you've been avoiding me. Haven't been able to have a bloody conversation with you for days now."

"Aren't we having one right now?" At his smart-ass reply, you hit his arm, annoyance turning into anger. "Can you not be serious? You have been avoiding m3. Why?" Sandor took note of the anger in your eyes as you awaited his response. For him to come up with a half-baked excuse as to why he was doing all this. But there truly was not one that he deemed good enough to tell you.

"I haven't been avoidin-" he begins but is quickly cut off by you "You have! For fucking weeks now! What in the gods is wrong? You're acting like some sort of old woman, upset because someone did not say hello to her the other morning." Your exacerbated tone filled the air as you tried to get him to simply talk about this with you. You were sick of not being able to talk to him, to be near him. You simply desired for it to all return to how it was.

"For fucks sacks woman! Nothing is the matter! Maybe I've just grown tired of you!" His voice was much louder than yours, practically bouncing off the walls. If you had not known the man so well you may have cowered away, kept your mouth shut and simply left it at that. But you knew the man much better than that, that he truly did not mean the words he spoke He couldn't have, not after everything. As he attempts to move past you, you step into his path blocking him from an escape. The man's intense gaze met your own, an annoyance clear on his features. "Do not say things you do not mean," your words brought an eye roll from him. Once more he tried to move past you, but it only amounted to the same outcome. "For fuck sake, move!"

"No! Why all this bother? What has happened?" You look up at him, eyes searching for some sort of hint that would give you a clue to all this. "Because I saw you with that Lord!" It all began to make sense, the lord that had been pestering you for some time was the cause of all this. A mixture of his jealousy and insecurities caused such discourse between the pair of you. You had told the lord countless times about your relation with Sandor, something he laughed at not believing the Hound was able to love. For some time you allowed it, never giving in to his attempts, just allowing them to play out. For you knew if you were to say anything the consequences could be dire. You had not told Sandor of such a thing occurring as you could deal with it yourself. But it seemed you should have clued to him of what was happening.

"That Lord means nothing to me-" It was his turn to cut you off, the mixture of emotions he felt all messing into one blob of anger and frustration. "Then why did you not do anything?" Was his only question something that made you roll your eyes and throw your hands up in defeat. "What would you have me do? Walk up to him and slap him? To spit on him? For fucks sake for a man who spends a lot of time around nobles you are so stupid! Doing such a thing could grant a beating and a half."

"Why not at the least fucking tell me?" He asked, it was a simple enough question. Why didn't you tell him? Was it because you thought you could handle it? Was it your pride? Was it your foolish belief that you can do everything by yourself? "I-I don't know," you stammer out, for the first time your eyes leave his as they shift to the floor. You were ashamed of your answer for you knew he deserved better, a real answer. "You don't know?" he scoffed, shaking his head.

"Sandor please," you hated how desperate you sounded, for how weak it made you appear. Reaching up you cup his face in your hand softly, as though you were handling a small animal, not a scared mass of flesh. "You. You are the one I love. The one I would choose time and time again." Your voice was low as you look up at him, eyes searching his for something to tell you, he no longer felt the same. But you found only love and acceptance.

Though this was a rough patch, something you would both grow and learn from. You still had each other. For you would choose him over and over again. And he would do the same for you.

#sandor clegane x reader #sandor x reader #sandor imagines #sandor clegane imagines #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones imagines #got imagines #got x reader

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discordiansamba · 4 months

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Allura-centric AU where she stops Honerva's plan in its tracks during Genesis, but Honerva uses the energy she's absorbed for the ritual to forcibly rewrite their reality.

King Alfor and Queen Melenor never had a child. Honerva is satisfied that she has wiped Allura from existence, but what she doesn't know is that her existence was preserved- and sent ten thousand years to the future on Earth. Allura Anderson is born to normal human parents, and grows up as a normal human girl... except she remembers. She knows that this reality has been forcibly altered.

She sets the Galaxy Garrison as her goal. Surely there, she can find the paladins and connect with the blue lion. She has... a dreadful feeling when she never hears anything about Shiro nor even Sam, two well known figures at the Galaxy Garrison. Her worst fears are confirmed when she enrolls and finds that not only are none of the paladins there, but the blue lion is also missing.

At least Coran is at the Garrison. He's human now too, an instructor for the general education history course, as well as an engineer. He doesn't remember her, but they still forge a new bond. Coran is very fond of Allura! She's whip smart and very talented. Almost like the niece he never had!

But this... creates complications. The paladins aside, if the blue lion here, she's uncertain as to how she'll get off the planet. Except... there is one way left available to her. It's the Kerberos mission. For the next few years, she devotes all of her energy to preparing for it, in hopes of being chosen. It pays off- she's selected, alongside Coran which is... less then ideal.

But she's right. The Kerberos mission is still captured by the Galra Empire. Only once she finally gets there, she discovers the situation is much, much worse than she feared. Not only does the Galra Empire possess all but one of the lions- they have all but one of the paladins as well.

None of them are human any longer. But that's barely a blip on her radar compared to the fact that they are all working with Zarkon. There is a glassiness to their gazes that suggests they are not in control of their own actions, but...

...but she is no longer Altean. She can no longer simply use alchemy to break them free. She's going to have to find another way-

-and she will.

#keith gets to avoid the brainwashing beam this time.#mostly bc you know. the empire had the red lion in canon. so its fun if they don't in this reality #allura voice: you think this is enough to stop me from saving the universe? think again #but hey! at least Honerva gets the happy family she always dreamed of!#reality scramble au

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the-elusive-soleil · 4 months

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State of the Union: Maglor

I did one of these for Curufin a while back, and I haven't really been subtle about who I think Caranthir's married to, so it's clearly high time I complete the trio of Women Who Married Into This Family For Some Reason.

The more I think about it, the more strongly I feel like the Fëanorian wives should be...a little not normal. A little nuts, even. There are plenty of takes where they are the Nice Ones who stayed behind in Aman to provide guilt trips, but I want to see ones who didn't. Ones who came along, who were part of the war - who maybe even were part of the kinslayings if they lived long enough.

And I've mostly seen Maglor's Wives who are Teleri or Noldorin, so on a whim, the one in my head has become Vanyarin.

Her name is Ainalámë (one of her parents must've thought very highly of her), and she grows up not unlike those overachieving piano kids for whom imperfection is Not An Option.

She's very very gifted musically, specifically with voice and zither, and because she's Vanyarin, this means that from about adolescence onward, her life centers around playing music for the Valar on Taniquetil.

Her technical perfection is second to none, but there's always room for improvement, so periodically she'll go elsewhere to study with this or that music master.

Which is how she runs into Makalaurë Fëanárion. Who has spent pretty much his whole life being the greatest musician around, but is open to some friendly competitiveness when Ainalámë shows up.

She is not impressed with this Noldo prince and his virtuosity. Almost at once, it becomes her mission in life to take him down a peg.

Well, fine, if she's going to be like that about it. He'll show her. Her and her boring perfectionism and total inability to improvise and her pretentious name and snooty attitude and no he doesn't fancy her Nelyo, shut up.

What ends up happening is that the ensuing fervent one-upmanship actually makes both of them improve in ways they didn't know were possible. They've both spent ages with everyone around them telling them they were already the best, but now they're having to prove it, work for it.

Makalaurë's technique gets honed razor-sharp. Ainalámë practices until her fingers bleed and it's still not enough, and in desperation she resorts to adding flourishes to match his.

She calls him out on every mistake. He starts calling her Sinyacarë, new-maker, as a dig at her reluctance to deviate from written music.

And, well, she doesn't want to improvise. Improvising means that there's room for error. You can't have error when you're performing for the King and Queen of Arda.

But he's making her eat her words about his precision, so she has to make him eat his about her creativity.

And she does. Once she finally lets go, it's even surprisingly fun. She...doesn't quite remember the last time music was just fun.

Slowly, she and Makalaurë reach a kind of accord. They keep pushing each other, but they collaborate sometimes now, too. He still calls her Sinyacarë, but it's affectionate now.

At some point, she realizes that she doesn't want to head back to Taniquetil. She wants to stay in Tirion and keep on experimenting and trying new things (and seeing Makalaurë - which, when did that become something she wanted?), wants to keep writing music that's about things other than birds and stars and the mighty wisdom of the Valar.

(Not that those are bad things. But they've been her subject matter for decades; she's ready for a change.)

She falls in love with the creative freedom and the lack of pressure before she falls in love with Makalaurë, but that eventually comes along, too.

He's been in love with her since the first time she really, truly lost her cool during a song duel with him and let out a string of wildfire arpeggios that almost got away from her; he knew he was a goner then.

Their courtship is slow, to give her parents time to come around to the idea of her lifestyle changes and to give Fëanáro time to come around to the idea of a Vanyarin daughter-in-law. Insofar as there's any kind of timeline for this, I think they'd start courting not long before Curufin and Kestë meet, but would get married sometime after Curufin does.

Fëanáro's issues with the Vanyar aside, Sinyacarë actually finds she likes Makalaurë's family quite a lot. They're very chaotic, but that means that no one will really notice if she messes something up while she's still finding her feet. And there's music in their chaos; she writes a nocturne that's Ambarussa trying to sneak in late after a hunt, or a fugue that's everyone talking over each other at dinner.

She and Makalaurë mean to have kids. They talk about it. But there's always something going on, always other music to work on, and after all, they have forever.

Until, of course, the Trees go out, and they don't.

Sinyacarë joins in the host going over the Sea without a second thought. What exactly she'll do in Middle-earth, she isn't sure, since she's average at best with a sword, but her husband and his family are going, so she's going too.

The Oath...bothers her a little. There's something about the way it warps the song of the world, and it sounds disturbingly like a twisted version of a marriage vow, and she doesn't like what she can feel it doing to Makalaurë's soul. But it's not like there's anything they can do now.

Alqualondë is a mess. Everything happens very fast, and before Sinyacarë can quite decide what to do, there's a Teler coming at her husband and Moryo from behind with a fishing spear. And then there's not, and she's standing over a body.

Well. No turning back now.

She kills three people that day. She doesn't know their names, but she can never forget the number.

Fëanáro promised freedom when they came to Middle-earth. Fëanáro dies not very long after they arrive. And then Nelyo is gone and Makalaurë is left as a frayed, guilt-wrecked regent.

Sinyacarë might have married a prince, but she never thought that would matter, politically. But she picked up a few things in passing on Taniquetil, and Makalaurë picked up a few things in Tirion, and his (remaining) brothers pitch in and help, and everyone holds things together until Findekáno brings Nelyo back.

When the language shift kicks in, she Sindarizes her name to Saintân. She goes with Maglor to the Gap, and in some ways it's as ideal as Beleriand can get. The pressure of the regency is gone, their family is safe, and they roam free and hold back the darkness with song. Saintân becomes better, much better, with a sword because that's what's needed, and above all else she has always striven for excellence in anything she is called upon to do.

It's not perfect. Nothing in Beleriand is perfect. Morgoth's presence, his dominion, twists the song of it, and while the Sindar and Avari who were connected to the land before Morgoth's return do somewhat better, the Noldor get just a little more twisted in themselves over time. It's worse for those who are Oathbound.

The constant war and threat of destruction don't help either.

Saintân came to Beleriand for her husband and for freedom - the two have always been intertwined, to her - but it's becoming rapidly clear that there's no freedom for the Feanorians without the Silmarils. The gems themselves, she could take or leave, but she wants her family free of the Oath, to be happy again.

So she fights in the Nirnaeth, to try and get the Silmarils back from Morgoth.

When that doesn't work out and they turn to Doriath, she insists on going with them then, too. Maglor tries to talk her out of it, but time has only increased her stubbornness, and she insists that she's going to be at his side just as she was at Alqualonde.

Maglor can never quite forgive himself for capitulating, when she falls in battle with the Doriathrim.

He's incapacitated from the broken marriage bond and can't help Maedhros search for the missing twins, and perhaps it's partially that that leads him to take in another pair of twins a couple of decades later.

Saintân watches the tapestries and adores the peredhil and prays that Maglor will find a way out. She weeps when he ends up alone and burned. Despite her best efforts (she's no Luthien, but she's very good at coming up with irritating songs to sing at Namo), she does not manage to get reembodied anytime soon to go and get him.

But she does make it out of the Halls in time to meet Maglor when he sails with Elrond, and also to meet the son Maglor adopted in her absence.

#silmarillion #maglor #maglor's wife #oc of sorts #loooong headcanons #i need to write something with her and keste showing up on haleth's doorstep for a sisters-in-law chat

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