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lovinpelova · 4 months

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mi capitana | a. putellas

summary; you love when alexia wears the captains armband for club & country - she knows it. [SMUT]

🎵 extravagant - lil durk

alexia had rightfully earned the captaincy title for both spain and barcelona a while ago, pushing herself beyond the comfort zone and breaking past her limits to prove her worthiness as a leader. it was no secret that she was one of the greats in the women's game - almost like a female messi - so it just made sense for her to be named captain. when she first informed you she was going to lead spain as well as barcelona it took you a while to understand, being from england and still getting used to spanish after recently transferring to barcelona, but when it clicked in your mental translation you screamed in happiness as she smiled at your shared pride.

you and alexia had met just before the euros campaign kicked off, both of you suffering from long-term injuries made it work better when you were sat next to each other at the spain vs england game, the catalan devastated her team was kicked out after getting so far but happy when she saw how much it meant to you. even if it meant she were miserable for the rest of her life, she would do anything to see you happy, the same goes for you. you both made huge sacrifices for each other at some point and it made your relationship work, being there for each other in the highs and lows and supporting the other in their wins even it it meant you'd lost.

she did it for you during the euros, you did it for her during the world cup.

closer to two years together now, you couldn't be happier, living together in barcelona after well over a year enduring long distance. you had also both been insatiable in the physical touch department, having your partner within reach after going so long without them made it difficult to contain yourselves, so your teammates made efforts to get used to how touchy you and alexia are during club training and even team bonding nights. they believed if it meant they had two world-class players on their side for every match it was worth the disgustingly constant shows of pda.

you had just come off the pitch as a starter for vicky to make a difference in the 75th minute, sitting next to patri and mapi whilst watching the remaining time of barcelona's latest match against rosengard, currently 5-0 up and with martina getting ready to go on it looked like the game would be ending with a 6-0 victory. your eyes were focused solely on alexia and the armband she was wearing.

alexia knew you found everything she did attractive, she felt the same way about you, but for some reason she couldn't do anything that matched up to how you reacted when she wore a captains armband. the dominance that came with assigned leadership was something she most definitely had and judging by the way she was bossing people around, yelling at them on how to play or to pass whilst leading the team, she was fit for the role. when she was stood waiting for a corner to be taken she placed her hands on her hips to catch her breath momentarily, looking around to spot you basically drooling over the way her bicep was bulging out under the armband and the way her legs looked so toned in her shorts- don't even make me comment on how her shirt was skin-tight to show off her physique and toned abs.

"ay, deja de babear por la reina."

"i was not!"

you quickly retaliated after mapi nudged your side with her elbow, maintaining your defensive stature as she raised her eyebroe in response with patri humming inconvinced.

"sure you weren't y/n/n."

deciding to not make your case any worse you smacked them both lightly on their thighs as they chuckled at you, knowing thry were right. could you be blamed though? i mean, the woman is stunning.

the game ended in a 6-0 victory thanks to martina in injury time, just as you predicted, meaning you were still top of your table for the champions league and headed towards winning it again. the entire sub bench got up to make their rounds of the pitch after shaking hands with the rosengard players, alexia quickly finding you and stealing your drink cheekily with a kiss to the temple and mumbled thanks in spanish as you rolled your eyes playfully at her.

"caught you staring, mi amor."

"no clue what you're on about."

you took your bottle from her again and smiled softly as she smirked in disbelief of your denial, knowing the undeniable effect she had on you without the captains armband- nevermind with it. now that i mention it, she was wearing it right next to you, and as much as you wanted to focus on what she was saying you couldn't help but start to stare again now that it was inches away from you.

"mi amor, stop getting distracted."

alexia spoke softly whilst tilting your head up away from her bicep with her fingers under your chin, smiling down at the blush you wore after being caught staring once again. you swatted her hand away and ignored the chuckle she let out when yours wrapped around her clothed bicep to hold onto her whilst walking around the remainder of the pitch, your girlfriend not missing the way your fingers tensed every couple moments to feel how much more muscular her arm was with the armband tightly attached.

whilst you were all getting changed alexia sneakily packed the small piece of fabric into her kitbag and took it home, trying not to burst out into a cocky grin or obvious smirk on the way home when your hand dragged hers over to your inner thigh, not missing the way your legs would press together when she tightened her grip.

"i have a surprise for you babygirl."

alexia spoke excitedly whilst shutting the door behind her, quickly unzipping her back before rustling about for a couple moments and pulling something out before you could turn around to see it, the catalans eyes nodding over to your bedroom wordlessly as you made your way over there with her following close behind. she shut the door and pulled you back into her before you were too far for her liking, hugging you from behind and kissing up your neck slowly so her teeth could graze your earlobe teasingly. her breath fanned over your pulse point to make you shiver as she chuckled at you, her arms guiding you to the bed whilst she removed your clothes alongside her own.

"on your back, niña bonita."

you did as she instructed and immediately noticed the small piece of fabric in her hand as she brought it up beside her face and shook it teasingly, both of you grinning. alexia crawled on top of you and initiated a passionate kiss she knew would have you riled up in a couple minutes time, hands shamelessy roaming your body as you moaned into her mouth when she grazed her thumb over your sensitive breasts. her lips trailed down your neck and body sloppily as she unbuckled your bra expertly before tossing it behind her, teeth coming to the waistband of your underwear and dragging them all the way down your leg, leaving them by your feet on the bed whilst her lips kissed up your legs again.

"ale..."

you breathily moaned with your hands tangling into her hair, tugging lightly as she teased her tongue against your clit whilst dragging your legs to rest over her shoulders.

"give me your hands."

she demanded, smiling as you followed her command immediately. the striker pushed your wrists together by your stomach and moved the captains armband over them to essentially tie your hands together. you whined needily with your hips bucking into her mouth, alexia diving into your heat without hesitation as she flicked her tongue back and forth over your wanting clit before sucking it into her mouth to earn a moan from you. her hands trailed up and around your thighs with a firm grip to keep them open, tongue moving down to your entrance as she prodded it in teasingly and smirked at the whimper she received for her efforts.

"miràme."

your girlfriend mumbled after pulling away for a second, moving back to begin tongue-fucking you in all the right ways as you once again followed her command. her eyes were staring up into yours piercingly, earning another moan from you after you noticed how veiny her hands were around your quads.

"god, alexia."

she picked up the pace and moved one of her hands to rub two fingers over your clit after wetting them in your slick, wanting to drive you towards the edge as quickly as possible to see how fast she could get you off. your hips bucked in time to the thrusts of her tongue as she pushed you closer to the edge in record time, not missing the way you were digging your nails into the armband in a way that said the knowledge of it being anywhere near you was helping you get closer.

your high came out of nowhere and hit you like a brick, back arching as you tightened your legs around alexias head to keep her there whilst continuing to thrust your hips against her face so you knew she wouldn't be stopping anytime soon. after lasting for what felt like a lifetime your orgasm subsided and body relaxed, alexia lapping up everything you gave her before you were whining in overstimulation and attempting to softly kick her away. your girlfriends hands quickly removed the armband as she lovingly kissed all over your body, praising you to the heavens.

"mi niña buena. muy bueña para mi."

"mi capitana."

you mumbled without thinking, still feeling like you were floating after your orgasm as alexia chuckled in response.

"good?"

"demasiado buena."

alexia laughed with you before lying down with her arms wide open, signalling for you to lie on her chest as you gladly did so whilst waiting for the tingling in your legs to go away- you knew you were going to have a second round in a couple minutes time.

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a-d-nox · 2 months

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pac/pap: how to promote self-love going forward

take what resonates leave what doesn't - nothing is 100% for you because these aren't personalized so please no angry comments or dms about what i am saying not being a good fit for you or that you "don't claim" just keep scrolling if that is the case. be kind, self reflect, and have fun.

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pile one

you might settle for less because you likely get caught up in the drama and find it fun/addicting in the moment. you pursue goals/ideas with focus, but often lack the confidence to back it up. or you wait too long for others before moving on.

i believe love has taught you that you should never settle too quickly. it is best to date multiple people before starting an exclusive relationship. don't get overwhelmed by relationship drama because it will consume you and ruin your day (but only temporarily because nothing is forever - so why stress?). you know now not to let others stick their nose in your relationships - too many opinions will taint your feelings. the biggest lesson is that you learned to cut off anything that interferes with your desires.

i feel like you are jealous maybe a lot of people around you are coupled and you are alone. be cautious because you don't know when you might ruin your relationships with others just because you feel unhappy with your situation. stop worrying about being judged or how often you are rejected - it doesn't matter you are going to find someone in due time (you are worthy). you are loving, nurturing, and protective.

you can nurture yourself by getting out there. you have been alone and isolated for too long - so get out there. stop refusing to look within for what you truly want. ask for support to get what your truly desire, especially in the social sense.

what i feel you need to hear is that you have a strong energy - you are gifted with the ability to receive what you need most from the universe. don't rush or force things - what is meant for you, will find you. you are passionate, creative, magnetic, and attractive. you are also nurturing and dependable. you are one of the most supportive person in most people's life. you have many things - you attract the world and its gifts to you. you don't settle for less - when something is missing you go looking for it. you follow your heart and instincts; you make room for new things to bring joy/happiness.

pile two

i feel like you struggle with maintaining balance in a connection and that might just be the source of why you settle for less. you get too invested in a connection and then you loose track of who are and what you want and need most in a connection. you often find yourself prioritizing the other person over yourself.

love has taught you that things can change very radically/unexpectedly and cause you to question everything. you have learned that you have to let go of certain aspects in your love life, so that you can make space for new things and even new people can better help you grow and thrive.

i feel like you are sad presently or are in the process of recovering from some sort of emotional pain/disappointment. sorrow doesn't last forever. you are very capable of healing - new experiences await you. not all new experiences are destined for heartbreak - have faith.

you are putting a lot of pressure on yourself to succeed in love and be the perfect partner/person. perfect is impossible - so be generous with yourself because right now you are only burning yourself out. to nurture your wellbeing, you should stop judging your productiveness and stop comparing yourself to others - delete social media and take sometime off where you don't have to do anything at all (no doctor's appointments, grocery shopping, etc.). do what brings you joy and say "no" to everything else.

i feel like you need to hear that you are a patient person who realizes that change doesn't happen overnight. you celebrate the small wins with small cute things (for example, maybe you survived a hard week and you get yourself a cupcake). things are getting better so just acknowledge that they are. you can recognize when things have been blown out of proportion or things are being exaggerate for dramatic effect - you are human bullshit detector which is a rare find. even rarer still you have the ability to find a resolution to any argument. you are presently working on not letting other people's expectations of you throw you off of your path. you can make your own path and you know it. you trust that you are capable of standing independently of others, and you are capable of anything.

pile three

i don't feel like you are the type to settle for less than you are worth - i get the feeling that you are slightly cocky about your situation. you might need to practice being humble in a connection because you can come off as judgy or as though you have a superior attitude. alternatively, you might find yourself in connections with people who are very controlling and you might not recognize that you are in that type of connection until it is too late. it is not your fault that you might have settled for less than your worth in the past - you just found yourself in the wrong place and the wrong time and experienced a toxic relationship.

i feel as though you learned that a partner doesn't need to be flashing or exciting instead they need to be stable, grounded, and trustworthy. you have had the flashy connections in the past and it was not the best. you need something more sensual than passionate. something that grows slowly over time so that it lasts.

your intuition is never wrong about the people with interest in you, so learn to trust yourself. you are very emotionally intelligent, so trust that you have the answers you seek about any connection. trust your gut instead of overthinking and overanalyzing.

cultivate your intuitive powers, so you can manifest your dreams into reality. to nurture yourself i sense that you should reconnect with nature and recharge with the the power of the sun. you should also focus on healing any and all blockages that concern your self-esteem/self-worth.

you might need to hear that you are nurturing and dependable. you are one of the most supportive person other's life. you have many things - you attract the world and it's gifts to you. you realize that things can change very radically/unexpectedly and cause you to question everything. you have learned that you have to let go of certain aspects in your love life so that you can make space for new things and even new people who can help you grow and thrive. you know that heartbreak is temporary and that time heals all wounds. you can heal and grow as soon as you believe that you are worthy and that no one wishes to hurt you or your heart. it's okay to be hurt but you have to release that pain instead of bottling it up so you can recover.

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priestessofuniverse · 2 months

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PICK A CARD READING OF THE DAY

What's the advice from the mother of the universe for your current situation ? ✨️

So for this reading, I'm using the Kali oracle deck to look for guidance regarding whatver situation the 3 piles are facing .

Select an image from below and go to the pile number for that image .

LETS GOOOO

Pile 1

Everyone who chose pile 1 . You've got Vishwamata card .

She says , you are far stronger than you realise . The universe recognizes your inner potential and is simply waiting for you to acknowledge it. Do not despair over your situation because everything here is temporary . It will soon be solved . Be strong and move forward knowing that you're guided and protected by the universe . You are being encouraged to develop more self confidence and being asked to be more committed towards your desires or dreams . Do not give in to fear or failure. Proceed step by step . Even though your current situations aren't to your liking , this is only a phase that will benefit you to transform and grow stronger spiritually. 💪 The universe wants you to stop victimizing yourself and focus on healing your traumas instead . You can do it . Don't worry . The universe is cheering for you ✨️ 💛 💖

Pile 2

Everyone who chose pile 2 , you've got Maa Shodashi .

She's here to let you know , the universe is urging to cleanse yourself . A deep cleanse from all past traumas , hurt and pain is required. After experiences of being judged , betrayed or hurt , now you're being supported by the divine to heal and grow and flourish. Now is your time to shine. You are capable to attracting all your desires . You are capable of manifesting your wildest dreams. Honor your heart and it shall lead you to enlightenment. Both materially and spiritually . Your heart understands the inner working of the divine more than your mind does , so even if the mind recoils yet the heart wants ? GO FOR IT . Even in challenges and difficulties , don't lose hope and do NOT lose your faith . Keep a firm belief that the universe has its blessings on you . You're worthy of it all . (I just saw 12.12 - The 12:12 angel number is an indication that you are at a point in your life where you are ready to step out of your comfort zone and enter into those goals you've been putting off. If you've been contemplating trying something new, this is your sign to move forward!) GO BESTIE . YOU CAN DO IT. universe is cheering for you . ✨️ 💛 💖

Pile 3

You guys have got the Dharma of Kali .

Maa is here to say , Every challenge and every opportunity in your life is designed by the divine for optimal growth . The intelligence of the divine is within your heart . So when you trust in the divine and walk in alignment to your souls integrity , everything else naturally will fall into place . The journey might be tough but the outcome is going to be worth it. So keep your head high and walk with the divine . Call your power back from useless sources and push forward with your heart . Go and conquer the battlefield . Do not fret if you are forced to break a few societal rules in the process. Conventional was never meant to be your cup of tea anyway. This fight is yours to win. The divine is with you ✨️ 💛 ❤️

I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THE READING. Lemme know in the reply section of how it resonated .

🙏🙏🙏

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kazvha · 26 days

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Hi, how are you? Do you mind if I suggest you an idea?

I'm wondering, what would happen if Jurion really fell in love with another girl (reader) and not Jiyoung? The reader is as awakened as he is, but with a contented, rare control of his powers. For example, Veramonte wanted to gain such rare control of powers and offered the reader’s family an arranged marriage with Jurion. He has no choice but to take it for granted and become a husband for someone who will not love him, and he is unlikely to love him, because he is desperately in love with Jiyoung. I would like to see how Jurion ends up falling in love with the reader, but he struggles with his feelings, because he loves Jiyoung, but she does not share his feelings, and the reader, no matter how you look at him, shows sympathy for him.

Summary: Being in a arranged marriage with Jurion while he's still in love with someone else

Notes: hey ngl these past weeks have been stressful & i'm procrastinating like crazy but other than that i'm doing alright & i hope you are too! thanks for the request🫰🏾

• Veramonte considered you as a potential partner for his son Jurion as soon as he heard that you reached the world's top 100. His good impression of you only solidified after he saw how you carried yourself in person

• He wanted Jurion to move on after his proposal was rejected by Shinwha's president Jiyoung, so he proposed your family an arranged marriage

• Jurion and you were not excited by this union. You because you simply wanted to spend your life with the person you love, which was obviously not Jurion, and Jurion because he was in love with another woman

• You felt like you were a replacement. But no matter how upset you were, the union was beneficial for both families. You both had responsibilities to fulfill

• Even after your marriage talks, Jurion didn't stop trying to win Jiyoung's heart. He would continuously seek her out, each time with another excuse

• After seeing Jurion like this, completely blind in love, you swore to yourself to never fall in love with him. It would only end in your bitter heartbreak and you wondered, would you look like him then?

• Still, you became friends. You pitied him and tried to support his love. It would also mean that if these two got together, you would be free to be with the person you really love. The chance was very small, but still there

• You would always stay by his side and give him emotional support, even after he broke down one day realizing how fruitless his efforts were and how dumb it was to pursue this unrequired love

• Jurion gradually noticed that whenever you were with him, he felt good. You never forced him to do something he didn't want like his father, you never annoyed him like his brother, and you never judged him for his actions like everybody else did

• And when he saw you one time with another man, smiling and intimately talking with each other, he felt a pang in his chest for whatever reason...

• Who is this guy? And, did you look always this good? Why aren't you smiling like that around him? He thought you two were good friends- Wait a second. Friends? No, partners sounds better. Wait what-

• Jurion was struggling with his thoughts, his heart was messing with him. He thought he liked Jiyoung?

• Little did he know that every time you were with him, supported him, his heart yearned more and more for you

• Being so confused, the next time he saw you he blurted out that he thinks he likes you. Which also made you confused because why and how?? Did he even get over Shinhwa's president?

• He said that he wanted to try to be a better partner. Be worthy of you. It was smarter to give up on Jiyoung who already set her eyes on someone else and pursue love with the one who was already his fiancée, the one who he already trusts with his life

• But you didn't want to give your heart to an uncertain man. You wanted to see his actions instead of just hearing his flowery words.

• So Jurion proved himself over time, with actions like checking on you every day or spending time with you and making sure you're having a great time. He made you his top priority, so finally, you gave him a chance to be your boyfriend, or well, your fiancé

tbh i ran out of ideas towards the end. sorry if this seems all over the place😭 i hope y'all still enjoyed

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strawberry-cowmilk · 2 years

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It happened a while ago, but me and a friend saw the cutest things at some random store. That's the inspiration behind this post.

mc gifts the brothers an alpaca plushie

-> brothers x mc

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: mild self-deprecation and a fish judging you

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Lucifer

he was very confused why you would give him a cute stuffed animal randomly on a tuesday afternoon

he's the embodiment of pride itself, he doesn't need a toy, regardless of that thought, he still thanked you for the gift

and turns out, the plushie does calm mr avatar of pride down after signing mountains of paperwork, it reminds him of you

Mammon

'...ya really think the great mammon needs this? uh, wait, no don't walk away! thanks, I mean-' mammon said, while his face felt warm and he kept avoiding your eyes

his awkward monologue went on for a good 15 minutes before he left with the alpaca plushie under his arm

mammon will also be prepared to fight anyone who comes a little too close to the plushie

Leviathan

congratulations! you broke leviathan

he actually nearly cries while thanking you, telling you how he isn't worthy of such kindness

you try to help him calm down a bit while henry 2.0 is judging both you and his owner

when levi is alone, he creates little cosplay costumes of hana ruri and tsl characters for the little alpaca plushie

Satan

'oh? a gift from you? thanks, mc'

satan might not get why you would gift him something so seemingly unlike him, but he likes the thought you put into it

the plushie actually motivates him to tidy a corner of his room up a bit, so it has a nice place to stay instead of being buried in a ton of books

Asmodeus

asmo loses it because of how cute the alpaca is, he clings to you while thanking you and declaring his undying love for you

the plushie becomes an important decoration item, if you were to watch one of his livestreams, you'd always be able to see it somewhere in the background

sometimes, when asmo is sad or frustrated, he'll take a look at the stuffed animal to calm down

Beelzebub

beel loves the fact you got him a little gift, he will actually give you something in return

and now, he carries the plushie with him wherever he can

that also means he takes it to his games, for good luck and support, he even places it on a separate chair

he will be very upset if something were to happen to it

Belphegor

he acts like he doesn't care for it at first, but thanks you either way

little do you know belphie sleeps with the plushie every night, one time beel even texted you a picture of the sight

he always holds it close to himself during sleep because one time it fell on the floor, and when belphie looked at it, and the plushie's eyes stared right at him, he felt horrible

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shaarlslec · 2 years

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you know me too well

part 2: the core memories of your relationship, the present

part 3: seeing him for the first time after your break-up, promises of the future

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

words: 6200 ish (hold on, this is going to have another part for sure);

warnings: full angst for most of this part (imagine breaking up with daniel??); daniel driving for mclaren; smut (just a tinsy bit);

masterlist

Breaking up with Daniel Ricciardo, the days and nights that followed and your meet-up four years ago.

THE BREAK-UP

Every love story ends in tragedy if you wait long enough.

Your relationship with Daniel was never perfect and you neither claimed it to be – and yet tabloids did so. You broke up with him once he got his McLaren seat and left Renault after another two excruciating years of you two being together while Daniel drove for Red bull. You despised the title of being a WAG for the entirety of your relationship. The only thing you have always wanted was to be Danny’s girl and with no intention whatsoever to be called yet another girlfriend of a high-profile sportsmen.

You wanted to make it work – you tried so hard to make it everything work out until the end. And yet, in between Daniel’s races and you building your own career back in Perth, calls eventually stopped and texts went dry, and everything went downhill from there ending your four-year relationship way ahead of its time and without you two even realizing that the rupture cannot be fixed giving the circumstances: distance and priorities.

The last four months of your relationship were horrendous as you were living two completely different lives that happened to meet occasionally when Daniel was back home at times you were not away from there. You were the one to put a hard stop on it not bearing any longer the coldness coming from Daniel being in his head all the time trying to prove his point as being worthy of the McLaren seat instead of letting you support him as you always had done before no matter how hard the times were wearing the dark blue suit or the bright black and yellow one.

“I am sorry, I will not be home for Christmas this year. There is an event in Paris for which I have been booked.” You told him over the phone in one of the rare times Daniel managed to pick up due to the different time-zones, “It is a huge deal offered by a large fashion company and it will help with my portfolio a lot.” You explained, nervously pressing your fingers down to your lap, “I am so sorry Danny, I should have told you weeks ago about it and I—”

Daniel interrupted you at the end of the call, “It is fine Y/N.” He breathed, and you could pretty much figure out that he was drained yet again by something that happened back in Woking just judging by the way Daniel breathed into the phone, “I do not really want to go home this year for holidays anyways, I need a break from anything and anyone familiar right now.” He then added with another heavy sigh, “I must go back into the meeting room. Text you later, alright?” Daniel finished, and you basically felt the curl into your stomach tightening.

You knew he will not text you later and that he will be probably beating himself over whatever was going on back in the McLaren HQs without telling you shit about what an awful day he had no matter how much you insisted for him to open to you again just as he did back when you were together-together. You took a full breath of fresh air in; Daniel was not even faking an interest in asking you about your gig in Paris, and as selfish as it sounded – you wanted him to care about you more than McLaren.

“This is not working anymore Daniel.” You blared the words out after a long pause from both you and Danny, “We both know that you will not text me back tonight and that you will regret it in the morning, you have not texted me back in days Daniel.” You paused, not wanting to continue anymore with the blaming speech when you knew you had your wrongs too in your relationship, “I know that you know it too.” You then spoke with a touching smile on your face waiting for Danny’s response while your neck went dry being hanged by a non-existent crown of thorns.

Your boyfriend’s breath was cut right in an instant, but Daniel managed to relearn how to breathe again after your tears rolled down your face and the runny nose along with the soft sobs were heard in the call, “Please don’t.” Daniel shortly managed to speak in a shaky tone knowing that you were crying at the other end, “Please do not let us break-up over the phone during a random Thursday afternoon, Y/N.” Danny pleased, and you exactly pictured how the man’s face looked at that moment and how all his facial expressions softened in nostalgia and sadness at once.

“You just said you need a break from anyone and anything familiar – I am giving you an out Daniel.” You continued in a sharp tone, wiping the tears from your cheeks as you talked and trying to calm that beating heart of your from jumping down the hills.

Daniel’s fingers tightened around the phone while on the other hand they tensed together in a fist, “Let’s talk about this after your gig in Paris, text me the details about it and I will fly to you.”

The promise has been kept and weeks later after barely managing to make time to call each other, Daniel flew to Paris and you two had two amazing remaining days together of your relationship. You barely talked about how the relationship was not working anymore the first time when you saw each other after months of not meeting, instead you just choose to laugh at all his silly jokes while Daniel chose to hold you as tight as he still could during what was your last waking-up together morning.

Arms holding you dearly as your head rested on the man’s chest, your fingers running above Daniel’s arm tattoos as your glare was fixed on Daniel’s fingers nervously playing with the bed sheets in between his knuckles. You knew Daniel, oh you knew him too well – and you knew exactly what was going through your boyfriend’s mind right then, believing that he knew what was going through yours as well. You stood in silence next to each other while both of you understood that that was your last time doing so.

“I am so sorry.” Daniel whispered into your ear, taking your hand in his and placing them on his beating chest so you could feel how his heart stopped for a split of a moment there as he spoke the words, “I will crowdedly take your out.” He then said, hardly pressing his mouth on the top of your head.

Closing your eyes as you felt Daniel’s warmth engulfing you whole, you sensed how the world shuttered for a while in one arm tightening around you and a heartfelt kiss instead of words. There was not a need for them, anyway.

You saw the end coming weeks ago, but now as you lived it you wished for you and Daniel to have meet sooner or later – not when your ambitions were higher than the present.

“I know.” You whispered back, looking up at him just to meet the sadness eyes you ever saw glaring at you back, “I am so sorry too.” You spoke, gently pressing your lips on Daniel’s for one last bittersweet clash of mouths.

So no, you did not break on a Thursday afternoon over the phone, but you did break-up on a Sunday morning almost naked in the same bed you spent your last night together in a withdrawn city from the one you met.

You stood like that for a while not saying anything after saying sorry as if you wanted to prolong a moment you knew you were not coming back to.

“Not to be insensitive or anything Danny,” You managed to speak after a sob, “But I am quite hungry.” You chuckled after you cleaned your dry neck with a cough, “Let’s go grab a bite before your flight.” You spoke, trying to unglue your body from Daniel’s but being pulled in closer in the process by his arm still gripped around you.

“Five more minutes and we will go.” Daniel spoke with his eyes closed, “I just need five more minutes of this, please.” He then pleaded, chest heavily lifting in a breath followed by a deep sigh.

Wrapping your arm around him too and closing your eyes to enjoy the last remaining minutes within the man’s throbbing chest and aching body, you stood there until Daniel was ready to let you go and now not just for a couple of days or months -- but for the remaining of your days.

Five minutes more were not enough for him, four-years were not enough for him – he would have held you for longer than eternity holds.

And yet, reality clocked in faster than dreams as it usually does, and Daniel had to leave you again for good this time alone in Paris.

THE DAYS AND NIGHTS THAT FOLLOWED

Mature break-ups suck, and they do suck especially when you still carry love for each other within those aching hearts of yours. You looked for affection in all the wrong places after Daniel left – and that did nothing good for you. Daniel sunk in into work with a team that did not do him justice – and that did nothing good for him.

Deciding to stay friends was one of the options, but how can you stay friends with someone you love too deeply to call them simply “my friend” instead of “my loved one”. For the following couple of months, you used to reply to Daniel’s Instagram stories, and he was more than edger to reply to yours too.

And yet, all the messages were dry, impersonal and way to fabricated to sound real when you read them out loud.

Congrats on your points, congrats on your new gig, congrats on your sister’s wedding, congrats of your brother becoming a father, happy birthday darling, happy birthday honey, happy holidays to your friends and family.

Fuck, fuck, fuck – all of them were not real. You both hated them, and yet you both keep sending them. You just wanted to talk to each other – that was all.

You missed late-night conversations; you missed doing make-up on him and he missed hearing you laugh at all his corny jokes. Oh, how much Daniel missed your laughs. And oh, how much you missed him making you giggle. No one managed to do it anymore for you, you laughed out of politeness at every corny pick-up line you received, and Daniel cracked jokes just to stay sane as he boosted his ego that he is still the funniest out of the group – but for whom was he trying this hard to be funny if it was not for you? It was meaningless, all meaningless for both of you.

And yet, you kept the appearances.

You seemed happy; you seemed like you moved on from each other. You got your new rebound boyfriend in one of the bars in Perth that you and Daniel used to frequent together back when you were together, and he followed your example not that very much later after you posted your first picture together with your new conquest.

The only difference is that Daniel did not post anything on his socials, he just fucked around every single girl was keen on fucking him – most girls were. Could you blame them? It was Daniel Ricciardo after all. None of them satisfied your ex-boyfriend enough, and he even moaned your name twice or thrice while on random girls he met after yet another failed race with McLaren.

In one of the nights when that happened, when Daniel was drunk enough to moan your name instead of the girl’s he was laying with in the same bad – he selfishly called you after midnight in desperate need of hearing your voice. Daniel wanted to hear from you, no matter where you were at that time or who you were with.

It was your very first call after the break-up in Paris, and your shaky fingers picked up the phone from the nightstand once you saw the ID caller while your heart heart sunk at Danny's name came in full on your screen instead of his nickname since you changed him back in Daniel Ricciardo on your phone.

“Danny?” You answered with a trembling just woken-up tone as it was just morning to you back in Perth while Daniel tried to sober up to properly talk to you without sounding like a fool.

“Oh fuck you for still calling me Danny.” Ricciardo spoke as soon as he heard your morning voice that turned him on in ways he could not explain, “No sorry – I did not meant to sound like that I just –” He paused, looking down at himself barely clothed standing alone on a high-bar chair in the kitchen while the girl he just fucked was deep asleep back in the bedroom of the hotel’s room, “I missed your voice Y/N.” He then breathed, “I missed your voce so much.” He repeated, breaking down slowly as he muttered the words.

You froze, and yet you could not tell that you missed Daniel’s voice too as you looked over your shoulder to see your current boyfriend quietly asleep next to you. It would not have been fair for him; the new man was extremely clueless about your whole relationship with Ricciardo. You never mentioned him to anyone after you broke-up, let alone to the man you were currently sleeping with.

“Daniel,” You corrected yourself, not wanting to cause even more damage to the one listening at the end of the call, “This is not the best time to call, I am not alone.” You honestly confessed as you rose from the bed to put your robe on and go on the balcony to light a cigarette.

“I know, I know.” Daniel spoke, hearing you lighting up the cig that stood so right in between your lips that your ex-boyfriend remembered the taste of so vividly and peacefully on his own, “I saw the pictures, you got yourself a pretty good-looking new man.” He then sarcastically spoke, “Look I just –” He then breathed heavily letting you know that he was on the verge of breaking completely down, “I just called to know that you are alright.” Daniel continued, “I am not worried about where you where or with who you are sleeping with, I was just thinking about you.” Your ex-boyfriend then continued, and you knew judging by his now calm tone and the words used that Daniel was completely honest.

You took a deep smoke in, “I am fine.” You lied after exhaling all out at once, tightening the robe around your waist to not let the butterflies out, “What about you? Are you okay?” You asked him, watching over the city getting slowly up – the city where you and Daniel felt in love in.

Daniel clenched his jaw, “I am now.” He then replied, “Hearing from you made me fine.” He continued with muscles tensed up within his body, “I know is stupid that I am whining about hearing your voice when while we were a thing, I was the one who was not picking up the phone but – fuck.” He then paused after yet another heavy sigh, “No one knows me like you do Y/N, and I had a couple of hard days at work, and I want to tell you all about them, but I know that I lost my privileges in doing so.” Daniel spoke, heart throbbing while the voice shook in between the lines.

“It is fine Daniel.” You replied, taking a seat down on the hard concrete floor of your boyfriend’s balcony, “You can tell me all about it – I always wanted nothing more but you talking to me all about it.” You confessed, watching your cigarette smoke itself as you placed in in the ashtray.

“It is not right.” Daniel replied at the other end of the call, “I disrespect you too much in our relationship, who am I do the same now?” He then asked, more for himself than for you to hear, “I am glad that you picked up the call, I am glad that I got to hear your voice – I will be satisfied with just that.” He then spoke, “I cannot do the whole remining-friends-with you-thing.”

Your heart sunk, and you knew that Daniel was pretty much aware of your reply that followed, “Neither do I.” You replied, taking back the cigarette from the ashtray to light it up again.

The call ended with both of you saying “goodbye” for what you thought is going to be your last time. You turned back to your new boyfriend bedroom where you found him as you left. You tucked in your blanket still next to the man who was not Daniel, wide-awake and with your thoughts running to your-boyfriend who was at the other end of the world getting yet another bottle of whisky to open not caring about the girl sleeping in the other room. You cried silently for a while covering your mouth, while Daniel drowned his sorrow in the end of a glass.

The replies stopped after your call, and you learned with time how to live without each other. You both managed to get through it while looking for unfamiliar warmth, but occasionally you found yourselves staring at photos or watching clips on your phone that brought you straight back up to the very first time you met having it documented – the first wedding of one of your mutual friends that you have ever attended separately and yet managed to go home together that happened more than four and a half years ago.

THE MEET-UP

“You keep saying that you will never get married Y/N, but what if you do fall in love with someone and they propose to you in the most romantic setting you can picture?” The bride had asked half-drunk and half-irritated of you just commenting that weddings are just mere methods to cash-in rapidly a large sum of money from your family and friends.

You chuckled, clicking your champagne with hers, “I will say no, and we will break up – and that is that.” You simply spoke, chocking the glass of champagne down to your throat in an instant, “Look, I am extremely happy for you and what’s-his-name, all I am saying is that I generally am against organizing a large event just for people to bring you money as a form of celebrating your love.” You added, leaning on the wall behind you as you took yet another glass of champagne from the waiter crossing in between your little group of what seemed to be a high-school reunion since everybody that listened to your argument with the bride were your ex-classmates.

She rolled her eyes, “I know that I cannot change your mind. You have been like this since high school!” The bride added, “Rejecting any type of attachment from every single one of the guys that liked you fearing that you might actually end up liking them enough to marry them.” She added, shooting straight fires at you just because you were not agreeing with her position when it came to the traditional norms of a relationship.

Your eyes widened in shock, and then your expression softened with yet another laugh, “Fine, fine.” You paused, mockingly surrendering yourself by lifting both arms in the air and spilling the remining of the liquid outside the glass in the process, “Blame me for not wanting to follow relationship advice gaslighting myself that the love of my life is to be found in the permitter of our high-school.” You continued, rolling your eyes in the same sassy way as your ex-classmate just to add even more sparks to the fire.

“I married my high-school sweetheart.” One of your other ex-colleagues spoke in an outraged tone after she heard what you just said.

Somehow you unintentionally offended two of your ex-classmates after just a couple of champagne glasses, and that was your signal that you had to get the hell out of the group before you indulge in even more alcohol and say nasty thing that they do not agree with.

“Good for you darling.” You spoke as you faked the most annoying smile you were not even aware you were capable of until then, “I will go and get some more booze, see you around.” You spoke, making your not-so-subtle exit possible.

That was where you met Daniel – at the bar. You ordered yet another shot of tequila while he was patting his shoulder with a napkin right behind you.

“One for me as well.” Ricciardo spoke as he pointed to your shot, “Tequila, right?” He then asked you, leaning on the bar with his elbow and quickly scanning you from head to toes within a split of a second.

You nodded, “Not the best, not the worst.” You answered as you took your shot from the bar’s table as you glanced back at the very handsome stranger next to you who you somehow recognized from somewhere, “But it does the trick.” You continued, waiting for the bartender to pour the liquid into Riccardo’s shot glass too.

“Let’s hope it does, because the champagne is not doing it.” Daniel then spoke, pointing to the shoulder he just patted.

And that is when you realized where you recognized him from – he was standing at the table next to you minutes earlier, “Oh my god.” You gasped, “Did I do that?” You added, watching the darkened stain on the man shoulder that you just spilled champagne on during your heated-up conversation, “I am so sorry.” You added, hand on your chest and all that.

The handsome stranger chuckled, Daniel knew that right away that you were not sorry and just trying to be polite, “Do not worry – that kind of conversation would have made me spill my drink as well.” He then spoke, clicking his shot glass with yours as he threw you a cheeky wink letting you know that he heard your comments towards the bride.

As your cheeks reddened, you smiled back to him and Daniel swore that his heart skipped a beat right then, “So, I guess you are not from the bride’s side?” He then asked, “She does not seem that friendly with you, and neither where those girls around you.” Daniel then argued, asking for two additional shots after you agreed with a nod to his hand gesturing to the empty glasses.

Your face slightly crooked, “I guess you can say that I am from the bride’s side although we are clearly not friends – I did her make-up and the bridesmaids.” You answered while nervously tapping your fingers on the table, “We were in high-school together.” You explained, clasping your hands together at your back as you saw him noticing your anxious tapping, “What about you?” You then asked, “Handsome stranger that I am so sorry I spilled my drink on.”

Daniel’s face widened in the brightest smile you have ever seen receiving a compliment, “I am from what’s-his-face part.” He then laughed, “Michael, the groom.” He explained, handing his hand in the air for you shake, “Daniel, please to meet you, gorgeous stranger that unintentionally spilled her drink on my shoulder.” Ricciardo introduced himself, and that was exactly the moment when it clicked for you from where exactly you knew him and not just from the table next to you. You were talking with that driver that Perth was so extremely proud off – Daniel Ricciardo from Red Bull.

“Y/N.” You replied after being starstruck for a second there but intentionally decided to play it like a fool, “Well Daniel from Michael’s side, I think we are just becoming drinking buddies at this already boring wedding.” You then added after a firm shake of hands, one that you somewhat knew you were going to remember forever.

“Well Y/N who hates weddings somehow from the bride’s side, I think you are right with the drinking-buddy pairing.” Daniel then replied with a pristine chuckle, handing you the second tequila shot that easily went down to your throats at the same time, “And yet, I must disagree with the boringness, this party is just getting started.” He then replied, handing you his hand to hold signaling to the dancing floor.

You hesitated for a second to claps your hand with Daniel’s, and yet there was something withing the dark hazel eyes of the curly-haired stranger that drove you to cave into Daniel’s invitation.

Daniel took dancing to a whole another level that night, and you followed suit. It was for the first time in forever when you danced your ass off at an event – especially a wedding you were not even excited to attend to being with. And yet, Daniel made everything easy from the very start.

In between shots of tequila and long drinks, Ricciardo took the role of your dancing coach serious alongside with the drinking-buddy role. You had a blast with the man you knew nothing about minutes ago – you clicked right from the start. Daniel was the soul and life of the party, and he took you into his world after you loosen yourself into his steady arms.

“It is okay if I touch you here?” Daniel asked as the Latino tunes were replaced by slow songs and his hands went from the air to your waist, being determined to dance with the gorgeous stranger he met at the bar for the whole evening.

You nodded as you wrapped both hands around the handsome stranger, “As long as you guide me, yes.” You spoke, titling your head at the side, “I suck at slow-dancing.” You confessed while Daniel was comfortably placing his hands in the curves of your waist as if they always had been belonged there as a cover of “wings” was playing in the background.

“I do think you are pretty good to it.” Daniel then commented, leaning into your ears so that he could whisper the words for you and only you to hear, “See, weddings are not that awful – you found a pretty good dancing and drinking partner here.” Daniel then spoke, glaring at your pleading eyes for more than just a mere touch of your waist.

You laughed once again at the Daniel’s words, “I think I made myself misunderstood back there, I have not said that weddings are purely evilly and awful – I just do not believe that your love should be celebrated through weddings from which you get a whole amount of money.” You explained yourself, trying to match Daniel’s steps on the rhythm of the song, “I know for sure that I will not be doing that.” You then add, “If I ever find somebody in the future.” You spoke as you saw the confused expression on Daniel’s face worrying that he is dancing with a taken woman, “I am very much very single right now.” You clearly spoke, giving him all the permission to continue with the sweet nothings spoken into your ears.

“That is good to know.” Daniel replied as he got even closer to you as soon as you permitted him to do so, “Do you think that Michael and his girlfriend organized this wedding just for the money part?” Do you not think that they truly love each other and that was enough for them to do so?” He then continued, looking down at you as he spoke the words to watch your expressions softened from up close as you spotted the couple you were talking about right over Daniel’s shoulder dancing next to you.

“To be truly honest with you as I the tequila just got me,” You paused as you threw a tongue-tied laugh into the play, “I just do not feel that I will love somebody enough to want to marry them, that’s all.” You ended, glancing over Daniel’s shoulder to watch the bride and the groom slowly dancing on the song as they dearly looked in each other eyes as they mouthed the words you were never brave enough to speak out loud to someone: I love you.

“Life might surprise you.” Daniel spoke after a long pause during which he shortly glanced at his friend and girlfriend, “Like it surprised them too.” He then continued after switching his focus right back at you, “Michael told me years ago that he will never see himself getting married and look at him now!” He happily spoke, tightening his fingers around the fabric of your dress.

You looked up to the handsome stranger that you learned the name of and whose name would linger for many years to come on your mouth, “Let’s hope that you are right, I am not much of a hopeless romantic as you seem to be.” You replied as the song ended, and your moment was interrupted by the wedding MC who announced that the single dance of the bride and groom followed.

“Oh God,” You softly chuckled as you went on the side of the dancefloor watching Daniel almost tearing up while the bride and groom dance begun, “I was right just now, you are a hopeless romantic.” You added, handing him a napkin that you picked from the bar earlier and hid in the pockets of your dress.

Daniel giggled back at you, “Is that a bad thing?” He then replied, taking the napkin from your hand to wipe his face, “Should I be a pessimist just like you?” He then asked, placing the napkin into the pockets of his own pants.

You declined with a nod, “Just please do not tell me that you are that type of person who believes that love will always bring you joy, excitement, smiles, stomach butterflies and sweet shivers down to your spine.” You spoke as you looked at your newest friend watching the two newly-leads dancing in the middle of the room.

“Oh no.” Daniel shortly replied, “Love will also bring you excruciating pain, blame, sadness, despair, hurt – lots of them.” The man then paused to switch his attention from the bride and groom to you already staring at him, “It will also bring you the power to overcome them all.” He then added, giving you one of his bright smiles again.

You pondered Daniel’s words for a while after you replied with a short huff of approval, although you half-hearted believed them. Up to that point you had not experienced a long-term committed relationship, due to the fear of every single word Daniel displayed that night.

You kept your heart away from the pain, blame, sadness, despair and hurt while you also sacred it from joy, excitement, smiles, and stomach butterflies. Not anymore, you thought as you eyed him watching you back.

There was an incurable romantic standing next to you hitting for the entire evening on you, and somewhat in between the lines of his words you truly genuinely believed that Daniel was honest with every single one of his opinions when it came to love.

You could have not been that stupid to say no when Daniel asked you if you wanted to get out of there together right before the party ended, you would have been the one to ask him anyway if he would not have proposed it to you first – there was something in the way your bodies glued for the entire evening on the dancefloor that made you utterly crazy for more than just public touches.

You entered your apartment, and it took Daniel exactly two and a half seconds to glue you on the hall’s wall and cup your face into a kiss that was built on the tension between your bodies glued on the dancefloor earlier that night.

It left you breathless as you knew it will, the handsome stranger was even more striking in the dim lights of your hall, and then your kitchen where he took your body up from the ground and placed it on the kitchen counter with him being fully in between your legs before you could even open perfectly for him.

The chuckles did not stop, you smiled as you kissed him while unbuttoning his perfectly ironed white shirt. Daniel unbuckled his tie on his own as the man mouth went on your neck placing deeply pressed kisses on your skin followed by bites and groans into your ears as one of your hands went underneath Daniel’s shirt to find its own way into his suit pants.

“Wait.” Daniel stopped, departing from you inches enough to look at your face, “Are you sure about this?” He then foolishly asked while your hand was already cupping his balls within your fingers to play with them, “We had quite a few drinks and I really do not want you to feel any pressure in –”

You stopped him from talking while you wrapped the other hand around his neck and glued him back to your body, “Look,” You paused, hand slowly gripping on his already hard dick, “You asking for consent is the hottest thing that a man has ever done before, but I am one hundred percent sure that I want you to fuck me on this very counter.” You replied with a sly smirk as you unbuckled the man’s pants and got them half down Daniel’s thighs, “Please?” You shortly pouted looking directly at him as you begged, driving him now completely crazy for you.

Daniel listened to your pleadings, oh Daniel listened so damn well. Taking your neck into one of his hands as you arched your back, the incurable romantic took your underwear off with the other hand that was more than edger to insert two of the fingers inside you just for a little tease of what had to come next.

“Oh damn Danny.” You moaned before biting the man’s lower lip as he swirled inside of you, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You continued, basically singing music for the handsome not-anymore-stranger inside of you fully now after minutes of teasing your clint with the tips of his fingers, knowing exactly when to stop and when to go rough.

Daniel moved then back and forth, back and forth, stopping once in a while to give you the pleasure of positing your legs and body just as you liked while the man’s mouth was on yours the entire time. Nails jabbed into the man’s neck, Daniel glued to your body as he listened to all your orders of going faster, deeper, harder, and then gentler, smoother, and softer to offer you a change to take proper breaths in between the wet hungry kisses for more than just skin, for more than just groans and moans. You guided him to the bedroom where you gave him the show for the night standing on top of him, allowing Daniel to bite, cup and lick your breasts as you were doing the work for him.

Riding him slowly you leaned down on him as he leaned back into your bed, and you could swear that you never felt hands that hurryingly to caress your back as you were kissing the man’s neck, shoulders, and chest leaving wet traces all over Daniel’s skin. There was more than just sex, and you knew that right then and there. No one you just fucked before embraced you that tightly and wanted you that close to them. There were traces of what will become love in between the touches, kissed and bites.

After what seemed hours of discovering each other’s kinks and pleasures, you laid with him by your side breathless and senseless. Your heads were spinning completely, and it was not just the alcohol. You looked at each other in the darkness of the room, and yet Daniel knew exactly where to place his hands to hug you, and your head fits its perfect spot at the man’s chest.

“I never heard somebody calling me Danny and to sound this beautiful.” Daniel spoke, pressing a quick peak on the top of your forehead as he played with your ruffled hair resting on your shoulders, “Please continue to do so.” He then asked, placing yet another kiss behind your ear as he whispered the words, “Not just continue, but never stop in doing so.” The handsome man in your bed warned in a funny tone, and you promised to yourself that you will listen to whatever Danny pleases from now on.

You felt asleep thinking about the fact that life really surprised you that evening, but you had no idea back then that it will continue to surprise you with him for the following four years after that that – if you could only turn back time you wished for this awful force called life to tell you that surprises might not the joyful kind with a happy end.

Y/N from four years ago had no idea through what type of a suffering she would have to go through when the man in within whose arms she peacefully slept in calls her after midnight while she is in bed with another men and he is fucking another woman.

Daniel from four years ago had no idea through what type of a grief he would find himself into when alone in a kitchen far away from the one he loved but failed into keeping by his side.

Damn, life – what did you do with them?

What went wrong from the moment you shared tequila shots to your break-up in Paris? That is the question you still not managed to find an answer for, although it has been there all along in front of your eyes: life and its surprises.

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The Character of Jay in my Ninjago AU

Another day to dive in one of the main characters story until now. Today is Jay's turn!

He still is adopted and he still doesn't know that, of course. Ed and Edna took care of him since he was a baby. He loved his parents, and he loved the life he had.

Jay was always tinkering with something, he always had a vivid imagination, like Ed was always saying. And he was proud of that!

Then, it was time to go to school and things started to not go so well to Jay.

First of all, he lived in a junkyard in the middle of the Sea of Sand, having to take a bus to get to Ninjago City, the most close location so he could attend school.

Another problem started then. People weren't very nice to Jay. They made fun of his clothes, of his way of talking, of things he wanted to talk about, and so on.

Jay hated that. He just wanted to make some friends, adventuring with something that wasn't Just living in his family's junkyard. But people didn't gave him a break.

After some time, he begged to his parents to move him to another school, and even without a good explanation, they accepted just to see him happy.

In the new school, Jay wanted to start anew. He changed every thing he could about himself, just to feel accepted. This worked out in the end!

Until his parents blew everything up by mentioning his lifestyle to other kids around. That's started everything again.

So Jay just kinda isolates himself. He just wanted to be part of something bigger, anything that could make him feel included, unique in a good light to everyone.

Then he meets Wu, who gives him the opportunity he was waiting for. Adventure, fun, people who can be impressed by how awesome Jay is!

But Jay is that amazing to begin with?

He simply joined for the adventure, desiring something that could prove how good of a person he is. How worthy he is. Show to everyone that they shouldn't have judged him.

But when he looks at his friends, the team he's a part of, he feels so much less than them.

Cole is a strong, capable leader who always knows the right action to take. He doesn't falter. He's always supporting everyone, no matter what happens. Jay may make jokes here and there, but he has a lot of respect for Cole.

Zane is the most skilled of the group, and Jay doesn't think he is like that only in the battlefield. Aside from his amazing fighting skills, he's a great cook. Not to mention the fact that he always seems to be more perceptive than anyone else.

Nya is completely out of Jay's leagues. She's a lot more smarter than him, she always has something on her mind. Whatever's the next invention Jay is pondering about, Nya is three steps ahead. She's way cooler than him.

Jay boarded this train for the adventure. These guys? These guys are heroes. They WILL face the danger without thinking twice.

So jokes aside, friendship aside, inventions aside... Does Jay have what it needs to call himself a hero like them? Or he's just a coward, riding along for the fun just to run away when things get darker?

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new vegas au) LT. Valkire was a simple girl, she liked explosives and she hated bullies. made it pretty easy for her to decide to join up with the NCR military of course now she had to sit in the desert trying to deal with the powder gangers. to make things worse there was no fucking support from the higher ups meaning she had to handle everything solo! That was until the knight rolled unto town. The dude was strange, only spoke in old English, wore metal armor that he'd polished till it was basically a mirror. had probably the only solid steel sword she'd ever seen, not reclaimed scrap metal someone had sharpened till it could stick someone, no, an actually forged sword! and while it was hard to understand what he was saying apparently he was going to help with the powder gangers? well if he wanted to pick off a few of the patrols for her that was fine, she's surprised he even had time to do that in between his charity work with the kids of Primm, he mainly just passed through from time to time handing out sasparilla and candy while helping the community as needed after he helped them liberate it a few days ago. it's a shame, she really liked the guy. why'd all the good ones have to be gay or crazy? (give us jaune singlehandedly taking out the powder gangers in their prison-turned-fortress and nora's reaction to it pls)

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Whassamatter, sweetheart?" One of them shouted between gunfire. "Did your mommy not pack you a lunch?"

If Nora cared about her mother, she might have taken that as an insult. Instead, she chose to focus her anger on the lack of explosives she had. Try as she'd like, the Powder Gangers had her outnumbered ten to one, outgunned with them still having ample rounds and her with no grenade cartridges, and outwitted since she was trapped in an office above some well-protected radroaches hiding under sturdy barriers. In short; she was fucked, and it wasn't going to get good anytime soon.

"Shit, shit, what do I got?" Nora scanned the office around her for something, anything that could be used as an explosive. The closest she could find was an empty pencil shaver and some old bottle caps. Nothing volatile in the slightest, save for her temper.

And it was her temper that got her into this mess, wasn't it? She didn't like standing around in the base, doing nothing, so they sent her off to clear out a Powder Ganger base and send word to the NCR that it was clear. Too bad the base had fired a flare and sent pretty much every Ganger in the desert to come for her. She'd managed to whittle them down, killing a bunch in the first shot, but there were still too many for her. If she was lucky, they'd kill her quick.

"Just you wait, sweetheart!" One of them called up. "We'll give you exactly what those uptight pricks at the NCR never would!" Judging by the laugh they gave, her spinal chills were justified.

"Hold there, worthy adversaries!" A new voice called, and judging by his tone, he was a loony, too. One of those Caesar's guys? "Pray tell, what kingdom doth thee hail from?"

"The fuck you wanna know for, freak?"

"Don't waste your breath! Just light him up!" Gunfire roared, soon followed by screams of agony.

Nora peered outside to find the loony, all dressed up in some kinda sheet metal tougher than anything those Caesar guys had on, slice one Ganger in half like a lunatic! But he was a lunatic with a chance, since the bullets kept bouncing off him. Anyone dumb enough to get close with a slugger either had it parried or sliced in half with them. Nora'd never seen such carnage before, not even from the Deathclaw attack that stampeded her home all those years ago.

The one her mother left her behind in.

"Hail, fair maiden!" Before she could be sucked into her trauma, a voice called to her. "Are you unharmed?"

"I'm fine!" Nora called back. "Thanks for saving my bacon!"

"Oh, good! You have rations!" The idiom flew over his tin-metal head. "I only have one other question before I enter!" His voice suddenly became less friendly. It was about as dangerous as when he started slicing the gangers like meat. "ARE YOU FRIEND, OR ARE YOU FOE?"

"Dude, you just saved my ass! I think that makes us friends!"

He was quiet for a moment, then he let out a belting laugh. He lifted his helmet from his head, giving a smile to her from beneath golden locks of sweaty hair. He swiped them away, free of sweat, and stepped closer to her.

"It has been some time since anyone had answered as a friend!"

#rwby #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #fallout #rwby au #fallout new vegas #fallout: new vegas #my answer #my answers

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theanoninyourinbox · 3 months

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NEW LONGSTAR AU - Assessments

As there are many Roles an apprentice may choose to follow, there are many ways they may be judged worthy of adulthood and their Adult Name.

-ALL ROLES SKILLS-

Every adult cat -must- know four things - basic self defense fighting moves, baseline hunting skills, emergency healing methods, and dangerous plants identification. Some apprentices may also choose to also learn camp care or den repair, but these are not mandatory. Taking a secondary Role will require a second assessment, though not quite as rigorous.

-The Offensive Roles Assessments-

The Warrior, Brawler, Hunter, Tracker, Patroller, Nursery Guard and Camp Guard are all considered Offensive Roles. To be considered an Adult in any of these Roles, an apprentice must have extensive knowledge of both fighting and defensive battle moves.

Warriors, being the jack-of-all-roles, have the most variety in their assessments. Any of the below assessments may suffice, though a few demand to take more than one.

A Brawler needs to know both when to strike and when to speak - often their assessments are two faced: an apprentice must solve a fake argument between two clanmates, then defeat their mentor, or at least show great battle prowess, before even being considered ready for their adult name.

Hunters and Trackers have similar assignments - to bring in prey that weighs more than them, within a certain time period, and properly butcher said prey correctly. Tracker apprentices may also be tasked with identifying the tracks or nests of a certain number of prey and predators as well.

Patroller apprentices must be able to identify the borders by landmark from memory or lead a patrol without wandering over borders or getting into a fight with the neighbors.

An apprentice Camp Guard will be judged on their ability to keep the camp neat and tidy - usually an apprentice is made “lead” Camp Guard for a day, and judged on how well they do. Delegating is allowed - teamwork is a key part of Camp Guarding! For the more martial-minded cat, a night watch with “enemies” trying to sneak in may also work, but more than once a startled apprentice has woken the camp screaming in surprise - so not a popular method.

A Nursery Guard apprentice will be tested on their ability to keep the Nursery clean and repaired, their knowledge of kitten and Queen/King illnesses, and are usually set to care for weaned kits for a few days to see if they can handle it.

-The Healing Roles Assessments-

Healers, Seers, and Oracular Healers all are tested both by their Mentors, and by the Stars themselves.

Healer apprentices are usually quizzed over their herb knowledge, injury and illness knowledge, and their ability to keep cool in hard situations. However, an emergency dealt with exceedingly well or live saving innovations may also lead to their being presented to the Moonstone/Moonpool/Silverpelt. Firepaw was promoted for delivering Cloudkit and keeping his sister alive, and Runningpaw of Shadowclan for his invention of leaf masks, to protect both Healer and patient.

Seers are tested by Starclan, sent signs both small and large, monumental and insignificant. Their mentors test them with diplomacy and riddles. Any apprentice Seer of a certain age (over 12 moons) may ask Starclan to bless them with their adult title, but few receive it until after at least 14 moons.

Oracular Healers are tested both ways. (Therapists are tested both ways, and with the mental health of a patient. Darkpaw was ready halfway through the Journey, but waited until the Clans had made it to their new home to ask. The Stars gave him a Vision, and he followed it to the Moonpool.)

-Support Roles Assessments-

Historians and Storykeepers have very similar assessments - each apprentice must list certain facts or a tale without any warning. A Historian may be asked to list their leader’s bloodline three generations back, and a Storykeeper called upon to tell an important tale before the Clan.

Permaqueen/Kings are generally a Role chosen second, but any apprentice who wishes to become one has basically the same test as a Nursery Guard.

Tacticians are set to find a placement for a kit, real or imaginary. To give a kit, or perhaps a warrior, their place in life, is the highest calling of a Tactician. Sometimes an apprentice is asked to find a battle plan for a false or historical battle.

Crafters are judged for both the beauty and durability of their art. Apprentices are tasked with decorating a cat who then goes through their day as normal, and judgement is held on how the decorations held up. Inventing new methods also can be grounds for promotion.

Herbalist gardens are their proving grounds, with the most finicky plants held for assessments. To raise your own garden is only half the task, a competent Herbalist must also know the use for each - and identify their wild counterparts. It’s the harvest that really counts in the end.

To fail an assessment is not a shame to the student, but to the teacher and the Clan - an apprentice that needs more help is just an apprentice, not a bother.

#warrior cats #warriors #warrior cats au #hello from the void #Longstar au #New Longstar au #Infodump #clan culture

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hi um. this is the trans man who's scared of pregnancy. I can't even count how many times I've read your response now; before you posted it i would check your blog at least twice every day waiting to see what you said. It tortured me to think of you reading it and writing out a reply, maybe getting off to this shameful thing I'd admitted, and it tortured me to think of you ignoring it because you had better things to do, ignoring my urgent desire for your baby in me. Yesterday I told myself that I was done checking, that I'd gotten these desires out of my system. But today I decided to look one last time, before leaving the house to pick up a birth control prescription I was late refilling, and now I'm on my knees again, legs shaking, cervix kissing the tips of my fingers, picturing your cock beading with precum inside me, feeling nauseating stabs of fear and imagining them melting away like you promised. I've been telling myself again and again that I need to go for a walk, clear my head, get my birth control, but I can't stop thinking about you guiding me into my place as I shiver with reluctance, shushing my objections, your eyes lighting up as I go from squirming in disgust to fully accepting what you've decided my purpose to be. You hungrily tracking the terrifying, violating changes my body goes through and reassuring me they're what's meant to happen and exactly what you want. Holding me accountable to my biological responsibility.

(Previously)

These needs just keep coming at the most inconvenient times, don't they? When you're late for a trans support group; when you're late to refill your birth control prescription. When you should be carrying out the duties of the life you think you want, you're on your knees dreaming about me putting a life inside you.

All those little delays are just prelude, though: you'll come so much harder once you're late.

It's adorable, too. You're so tormented, and you can't decide if it's because I might be coming to the thought of you being my compliant little babymaker, or because I might not be. You're scared because I know what you need, and you're scared I might not judge you worthy.

So many little paradoxes. So much running around inside that little head of yours. So much that's surplus to requirements.

It would be so much easier if you were underneath me, wouldn't it? You'd know if you were worthy - at the moment you felt my bare cock press deep inside of you and pulse. Even if I had to hold you down, you'd still learn the ecstacy of being chosen to bear a man's child.

Because that's what it's all about, in the end. Me choosing you, and choosing for you. Choosing to disregard your fears and identities if they get in the way. Choosing your role in life, in a way you never could.

Choosing to keep you dripping my cum and making my babies.

#reor: babymaker anon #kink interactions #reorientation writing #reor: anon ask #ftm breeding

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blakeswritingimagines · 11 months

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Dear Y/n

You are the light in my world, Y/n. You are the sunshine in the darkest days, the stars that shine on a dark night, and the wind on my back that propels me forward into the next adventure. You are all that is beautiful and good in the world, and I am so lucky to have found you no matter what trials and difficulties we face, I always know that you will be there to give me comfort and support. I am forever grateful to have you in my life, Y/n. You are my everything.

You are my world. You are the light that brightens my life, and the air in my lungs. You are the laughter in the darkness and the hope in my dreams. You are everything and more, and I will always be by your side i cannot imagine life without you, Y/n. You are the one person in this world who makes me feel safe and loved, and I am eternally grateful to have you in my life. I hope that you know how much I cherish you and that no matter what happens, you'll always be the most important person in my life.

My love for you is endless, my darling. You are the spark that has ignited in my heart. You inspire me, comfort me, and motivate me to be a better person. You are the air that I breathe and the light that guides me in the darkest times you are love, and love is life. I never want to be without you in my life, and I hope you feel the same about me. Y/n, you are my world, and I am yours.

I never thought I would find someone like you, Y/n. You are caring and thoughtful, funny and interesting, and every moment I spend with you feels like the happiest day of my life. You make me feel safe and comfortable, and you never judge me or make me feel like I'm not enough. You lift me up when I'm down and always put a smile on my face. You are my partner in the best and worst of times, and I'm so lucky to have you in my life thanks to you, I finally understand what true love must be like.

My love, I don't think there are enough words in the entire English language to completely explain the extent of my love for you. I have never experienced anything as magical as our time together. I hope I am worthy of your love. You are the finest woman any man could ever hope to have in his life. I am honored to be able to call you mine and love you with my whole heart. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you and cherish you forever.

There is nothing more beautiful to me than our love. It is a love that is pure and true; it is a love that is endless and unconditional; and most of all, it is a love that brings us happiness and joy. I can't imagine a life without your love, Y/n. It is the most precious thing I have there is nothing more important to me than protecting and preserving this love, at all costs. It is the most sacred and valuable thing I have, and I would do anything to make sure it remains strong and protected throughout all of our days.

Your bright smile and kind heart bring joy to those around you, and your generous spirit is contagious. Your optimism and determination are inspiring and encourage others to follow their dreams as well. You are an incredible person, Y/n, and I am lucky to have you in my life. Every day with you is an adventure and a celebration of the joy that life has to offer. I am so grateful to have you as my partner in this and all things, and I hope that our journey together will only continue to get stronger and more amazing in the years to come.

-Daemon Targaryen

#love letters #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon x reader #daemon x you

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miss-owl-eyes · 2 years

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⚡️Impish Reasearch⚡️

Striker x Male Angel!reader fluff!

Requested by a Wattpad supporter!

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The amazingly blue and white skies slowly turns to a dark, crimson red. Protected by a heavenly seal, no daggers could harm you, but the filthy insults and glares from the souls trapped in hell were exempt from your protection. In front of the palace doors, an imp stands by to pulverize anyone who may try to hurt you. He looks at you and winks. You turn sway from him, no time to get distracted. The doors slam behind you as you make your way up the long stairs. Photos of your boss' business "partner" and his family stare at you eerily, judging you.

Standing in a doorway, an empty table and open patio doors greet you. "Oh Lucifer," you introduce, walking towards the patio. You stand a safe yet close distance to him, the king of Hell, Lucifer. "Isn't it wonderful," he begins. It wasn't uncommon for him to monologue about how glorious his kingdom is. "All of this, the freedom to do whatever you want. You can do the most heinous things to another and still be seen as a true equal."

You nod, barely listening. Instead, you look down at the "glorious" kingdom he speaks of. Imps sleeping in boxes, prostitutes fighting for drugs, bombs being launched, and faint screaming that never seems to end. This was not the paradise Lucifer made it out to be, but as an angel, you couldn't help but feel discomfort with the state of despair.

"So, what does your precious God want to do with my kingdom this time? Perhaps try to salvage the poor sinners who were sent here "wrongfully"?" "No," you sigh, "God is asking about your daughter's attempt to-" "oh please," he snaps, "I do not want anything to do with a "rehabilitation" for the souls trapped here. We agreed anybody who is sent here shall stay, no backsies. If my daughter wants to break a millennium-old pact, she will deal with that when she is queen. That is the end of the discussion."

Lucifer was always adamantly against his daughter's idea of rehabilitating a demon and allowing them a chance at redemption, it was unclear to you why. God, however, seems to be almost content with the idea presented. Known as the most merciful, it is only to fair to give those worthy a second chance. Lucifer does not agree, and you fear that if you push him any further, your wings will no longer fly.

Exiting the palace, more protestors stand and belittle you while the bodyguard still stands like a knight in shining armor. "I'll escort you to a safer area, sir." Following the imp, you feel as though you failed your mission, the whole reason you were sent down here. "What's got you so glum?" The imp asks with a southern twang. "I was unable to reason with Lucifer about a proposal from God." He scoffs and chuckles, "don't you worry about Luci, he's stubborn as a bull. God should've realized that sendin' a lil' angel down here wouldn't do the trick." Was he belittling you or trying to comfort you? "Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Name's Striker, private assassin and guard" he holds out his hand. Fingerless gloves that show off his claws. Hesitantly shaking his hand, "I'm Y/N, God's angel ambassador." "Wow, an ambassador? You must suck a lotta peen to get that high a role!" He laughs. It was loud, boisterous, confident, like he didn't even care he was talking to God's right hand man. "N-no, I just dedicated my time and effort and eventually was rewarded." His smile fades. "So you just wait? No go-get-em in you?" "Not exactly, I am ambitious, I just prefer to bide my time." "So Simple up there. Down here you gotta kill, gotta take the bull by the horns and lead it to the competition. S'hard work, but when you're hired by the man in charge, boy, do you feel like you've won the lotto." The two of you reached your destination, and he looks at you and pauses. "Do what you want, Y/N, I'll be eagerly awaitin' your next visit."

You tell God the update on the rehabilitation project, and of course, they are unhappy. "What a shame, I would disassemble that damned pact if I could, but it requires the consent of the two rulers." They shake their head, resting it on their hand. "Thank you for the update, Y/N, you are relieved of your duties for the day."

Walking away from the palace down the golden streets, cherubs flying and giggling as other angels talk and walk together. Such a simplistic lifestyle. You think on the scenery of hell, the dark overtones and absolute freedom of oneself, good or bad. The souls who have accepted their life as a filthy sinner and acted as such, the imps who are the lowest of the low act the same as those who were sent down. What purpose did they serve? What purpose was an assassin if they were already deceased? These questions antagonized you, but they all surrounded a certain Imp, the one who talked to you like you were a true equal-Striker. He was such an interesting one, looks and conversation, he was different. You wanted to learn more about this imp.

With God's permission, angels were able to go to hell for their own benefit and for the extermination process. Some angels were even given the ability to shape-shift or look as if they belonged there. You were one of those angels. This ability was not able to be used all the time, only for small amounts of time. That did not stop you.

As you entered hell once again, you sought out the countryside imp to discuss your curiosities. Looking around for him was difficult, but the helpful sinners and imps who actually did recognize your description of him were able to help you find him, which eventually you did. He was eating a sandwich in a run-down diner. Taking a seat next to him, you order a cup of what looks like coffee. He scoffs. "How basic, why not try a sandwich? At least you'll get some sustenance." Taken aback by his new attitude, you wondered if this was how he treated everyone, maybe it was just politeness when you were an Angel. You lean in closer to him despite his tensing body and whispered "I'm the angel. I wanna talk." Striker's eyes widened as did his smile. "Well, let's get out of 'ere, I can tell ya alllll about what ya wanna know". He stands and you follow him to a secluded area behind some buildings. No one was around, it was almost abandoned. "So you're the angel I escorted earlier, huh? Mighty risky of ya to come down here on yer own." He lights a cigarette. "Well yes, but I had some questions about this world I'd like to be answered." He smiles with the cigarette through his sharp fangs, "I'd be happy to answer yer questions, handsome." You blush slightly. "W-well, you are an assassin, yes?" "Yessir" he says confidently with a bit of pride. "What purpose do you serve when everyone here is already dead?" His smile seems to fade a bit as he looks towards the ground. "I don't know and frankly, I don't care," his smile comes back, more sinister than before. "I get paid big bucks to kill these low-lives here, my biggest client is from the Goetia family, believe it or not." Did he say the Goetia? One of the highest royalties in Hell? What would a Goetia need an assassin for? Striker continues, "I even got one of heaven's fine-ass weapons to get the job done. Now I'm sure you don't need a lesson on the definition of assassin, but I get lotsa money to kill someone here, dead or not."

"How intriguing." Not even he knows where his victims go? How could he be so nonchalant about this? You look at him, puffing out smoke and crushing the cigarette under his boots. He doesn't care about anything but money it seems he's just like the others here. "Alright... how are morals down here?" Striker laughs, "what morals? We all don't care 'bout each other! It's kill or be killed here!" His toothy smile flashes with a golden fang, a cruel display. "But," he continues, "there are some here that decide to settle down, find someone, start a family of their own if they want. Others start their own business, and some try to do good deeds." You look at him, watch him as he describes the bit of light in such a dark universe. "I used to want to do that, have a family, but that ain't the life for me. I kill now, and I'm damn good at it, and that's enough for me. You don't know how hard it is to find someone here, let alone someone who wants an imp." He spat the word "imp" with such distaste, such hatred and scorn for his own kind. No wonder, being the lowest of the lowest class here, it must be agonizing to even exist.

"What if someone wanted to be with you too? Even if they aren't what you expected... aren't someone from Hell?" Striker looks at you, confused yet intrigued. "What? Like you? An Angel? HA! Don't Pull my tail, ion need that kinda joke right now." "No," you say sternly, "I have thought about you since I met you today, and I'd like to experience things with you! I would like to start a research project with you." "A what?" "A research project. I do them for God on many occasions, mostly about Hell's state and the wellness of the angels in heaven. I'd like to discuss with him a possibility of researching an imp and how one lives and I believe you are the best candidate."

Striker was taken aback. He was the best candidate for a research project? No way was he qualified, he was an imp, a low-life, nothing more! But, he was honored that someone of such a high class, someone like you, chose him; but he'd never let you know that. "Sure Angel, I'll be your little Guinea pig, but in return, I get to ask you whatever I want and you gotta answer regardless. And you gotta stay here for a bit. Deal?" He holds out his hand. It's a dangerous deal, being an Angel down in hell, but the chance to research an imp was perfect. You shake his hand, agreeing before returning to heaven to consult God.

"Y/N, what would researching an imp's life do for their benefit?" "Well, we can use this research to determine if more sinners or imps will be annihilated during the exterminations." "Fine, I will grant you three months to gather information. I will give you an impish disguise so you can experience their hardships as well. I wish you luck, Y/N."

And with that, you were sent to hell to research the life of an imp with Striker.

It was a tough life for sure, but within these 3 months you grew accustomed to the lifestyle. It wasn't difficult to fend for yourself after a bit, especially at an assassin's side. Speaking of Striker, you grew close with him, learning about his life and hardships. As you grew, your feelings for the imp did as well. It wasn't ideal, but it happened. Hiding it became more and more difficult, resulting in avoiding Striker as much as possible while still being near him.

Striker, however, knew of these feelings since the start, having reciprocated these same feelings, but not telling you until he was sure. He teased you and played with your tail, the horns and made snarky comments to you that made you blush and set your insides on fire. The rare times you flirted back only made his remarks more frequent.

Sometimes he would hold you, or cuddle you under the ruse of being asleep and just getting comfortable in an unconscious state. You didn't mind at all, in fact, it become a daily instance to sleep while cuddling; for comfort and warmth, of course. It was a lovely thing to hold each other, tails sometimes intertwining and tangling with each other, causing a cute yet awkward scene of giggling and Striker pulling them apart, saying something along the lines of "they got a mind of their own, huh?"

One month until you were to be sent back to Heaven, one more month with Striker. Today was the day you wanted to tell him you loved him. It was nerve-wracking, but you wanted to tell him all of your icky feelings, all of the sappy thoughts while cuddling, the happiness when he'd untangle the two of you, and how his comments and teasing made your heart swoon. He was laying in bed in the dingy motel room he resided in. Laying next to him, you stroked a finger on his horn, thinking he was asleep. "I can feel yer claw there, darlin"." You were wrong. "Sorry, they're so cool looking!" He rolled over, shirtless and his hair ruffled. He smiled and chuckled sleepily, "y'know, it's a treat lookin' atcha get all excited about my horns when you gotta pair of yer own." It was comments like that. That damn smile. "Well what can I say, I enjoy your looks." Here we go, on the track of confession. He looked at you in the eyes, acting smugly, but there was a sense of fear in him. "Oh? You sayin' I'm attractive, angel boy?" "Of course, why else would I obsess over your horns and spiny tail all the time? No other imp catches my eye like you do." Striker smiled slightly and looked at the ground, a very, very slight blush dusting his cheeks. "Well, I suppose you wouldn't have chosen me for this if you weren't a lil' bit attracted to me, right?"

Striker had a slight self-esteem issue. You know, of course. It tied back to him being an imp. You were aware of this and we're always sensitive when discussing the topic. "Well, you wouldn't have accepted if you weren't attracted to me as well, right?" You moved your hand to ever so lightly brush your fingers over his. He notices and slides a finger under yours, reciprocating the action of affection. "Yer right haha. Maybe I am a bit attracted to an Angel in an Imp's disguise." You smile as the two of you look into each other's eyes lovingly. "And this Angel has indeed fallen for an imp such as yourself."

The feelings were out, and it seemed they were reciprocated. Your hands tangled and held one another's, foreheads pressed against each other's as light and loving laughter filled the room. Tails intertwining once again, but not accidentally, not to be untied by the handsome assassin the Angel had fallen for. This was a display of pure love, nothing a research book could ever describe, not for these two.

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potionpeddlerpatchy · 6 months

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My dearest patchy, congrats on one year with this blog!! Your celebration sounds amazing and I cannot wait to see what you come up with for everyone. Your writing is always amazing and you’ve always been so supportive of everyone around you. You’re such a positive light in the world and I hope you know that 🥰 if I may, I would love to stay awhile and read an intriguing book of old. Whatever you suggest I know will be amazing 💜💜

I must say that your presence is always such a joy to me, my sweet Elle, and it has been since far before I even opened my little shop. I cannot thank you enough for your support and patronage throughout all my little sales and offers of potions; your trust in me has warmed my heart. 💛

So, if you wish to continue to trust me, and believe you me I would not lead you astray, then I suggest to you the moss green book that is sitting so perfectly in the middle of my far shelf.

Please, have a small peek, I promise you will like it~ 🔮

You felt a sense of unease fill your spirit as stood, eyes adverted, at the foot of the throne room you had entered. What was once giddy excitement that took purchase in your heart quickly faded as the gazes of the monarchs of this land fell onto you. It made your skin crawl and you did your best not to shift from toe to toe, knowing that your restlessness over them would lead them to judge you further

The House of Shinso were notorious for being fastidious. From the food the ate, the cloth upon their skin, the jewels to adorn their brow, to who they decide to keep in their company. All of it held under the scrutinous gaze before they were either tossed aside or given the permission to stay – many were within the former.

In this case you could not bring them much fault, after all their son was to be wed. it was only natural for his family to want him to marry the most suitable bride they could find; after all they were meant to spend a life together, and to help bring good fortune after their match. They couldn’t just allow any woman to be apart of the crown, to gain or keep the title of princess for in years to come they would be Queen. It wasn’t a matter of if the woman that stood before them was of good breeding, pretty of face and had wit. But rather if they would be able to hold their head high and rule in a matter best suited for the kingdom they would leave behind.

A tough decision indeed. That is why tests had to be put in place to ensure a good match.

And you? You merely stood before them humbly. Unlike the many that came before you, the ones who had plenty of money, land, and a strong name attached, you were but a princess from a small land from far away; from a family that had not much to their name, or many a word said about them, from a land that was neither struggling nor thriving. A comely woman with not much to note.

Well, at least that was what his parents thought. But Prince Hitoshi seemed rather taken by you. From the gentle way you walked, to the kind smile you gave, to the sweet and soft melody your voice carried; it was all so different and so very much welcomed in his world of rigidity.

Yet he knew that his parents would not allow you his hand. That you would not be deemed good enough to pass any test they would give, if they felt you worthy enough to even think of such a notion. No, Hitoshi had to be clever to ensure that he would marry you, someone so beautifully warm and kind, and not someone rich with gold but with an icy heart.

Stepping forth he bowed to you, a small smile gracing his lips for the first time in a long while as he moved to stand by your side and properly address the King and Queen.

“If I may,” He began, voice rasped with underuse before he took a moment to clear it “to stand here and wait for you to find a flaw with royal who has traveled so far to see us merely means there isn’t one so easily seen, correct?”

“And what are you getting at?” His father spoke, the deep rumble of his voice made your nerves tremble further as you sucked in a quiet and shaky breath.

“Perhaps a challenge to prove her worth would suffice? After all, only so much one can prove if they just stand before you.”

The King scoffed at the notion, the Queen herself even rolled her eyes at the thought of wasting further time upon you. It made you shrink in on yourself as you tried to hide away from the distain that felt for you that lingered in the air – especially now that their son seemed interested in a courtship with you.

But they could not deny that he was right, what basis could they provide that would be suitable enough to reject you? After all, they could not squander their name with your family, trades of good still needed to be provided to them – even if they came from lands they didn’t find appealing. Though what test could they give that would lead to failure every time?

It took a moment, but the Queen’s eyes brightened as she sat higher in her throne “Perhaps you are right, my son.”

“You agree then, mother?” Hitoshi added, brows furrowed in confusion at the lead his mother had taken; especially when she waved off his father, sparing him a coy glance before she continued on.

“I do, after all you were right. It is difficult for one to prove their worth if they do not have the chance to showcase anything.” She smiled at you, though you could tell it was not sincere “So, I have thought of a way she could.”

You waited with bated breath, your nerves aflame as you waited for whatever impossible task they were to give you. Though you were flattered to have the Prince’s favour, you knew that to be an even worse consequence than to be of lesser standing.

“Soft skin is a sign of good breeding” The Queen began “and as such, no woman can marry my son unless she has this quality. So, if you are up to the challenge and wish for my son’s hand, I propose this. Tonight, you shall stay with us, upon one hundred of our most luxurious beds and linen, beneath it all shall lie an item of my choosing. If at any point during your slumber you feel it and can properly describe what it is to us the next morning, than I give you my blessing to marry.

After a moment, after all that she had said lingered in the air, she cocked her head to the side as she watched you – wondering if you truly had the courage or naivety to take her upon her offer “Does that sounds satisfactory to you?”

When you nodded you head, squaring your shoulders in defiance of her sneer, did she know her answer. Hitoshi merely smile, as he took you by your wait to help guide you to the room that you would be staying, wishing to keep you company within your receiving chamber as it was being prepared.

That night, you dreaded the embarrassment that would befall you when the dawn broke. How they would sneer and laugh as you failed to complete the task set out for you. You had hoped that at least you would be greeted with the finest sleep that you could ever wish for, the lined and beds they provided were the softest and most comfortable you had ever felt, but alas you couldn’t. No matter how you turned, no matter how you laid, something small would poke into you and leave you unable to truly sink into the realm of slumber.

When the morning came and a servant girl was cast to bring you forth for breakfast with the royal family, did you admit defeat. Eye heavy as you struggled to keep them open you allowed yourself to be parade – truly too exhausted to care for propriety; a blessing and a curse when it came to facing them. You did not wish for the Prince to see you in such a state, but the haze that filled your mind left you carefree over whatever insults the Queen and her husband would give you.

“And how did you sleep, hm?” The Queen asked once you had settled into the seat before you “Did you enjoy the linen? Were the pillows filled to your desirability? How did you find the heat of your room?”

Slowed, your eyes blinked up at her as you tired your best to listen as the hustle of the servants around you provided you breakfast, you nodded her head to her questions as you were not sure if you could respond in a manner appropriate.

“Oh dear, perhaps you didn’t enjoy your sleep!” The Queen feigned concern as she gazed at you

“No, no” You tried to reassure, taking a small sip of your tea though you knew it would not help “The sleep was wonderful, I just….”

As you trailed off to garner another sip of the warm brew given to you the Queen placed a hand over your own; silently urging you to continue onward.

“Suppose that I did not want to be rude.” You started again, carefully setting you teacup down and choosing to stare at it rather than the curious people around you “Though what you have provided me was wonderful, I could not find complete comfort in order to sleep. It was as if a small, hardened pea kept following me and piecing my sides.”

You saw as the Queen’s face fell with shock, how her jaw went slack and bewilderment came into her eyes, how the Prince’s eyes grew with delight at your confession, one that he was privy to and could now use as fodder should his parents try to back out of their deal with you.

Hitoshi stood and walked his way over to your side, he took hold of your hand and brought it to his lips…

“Apologises, love” The smooth voice of the peddler before you spoke, it caused you to jolt free from the spell the book within your hands had casted over you “But it seems you are standing in the way of some charms another patron wished to look at”

Your head jerked to look to your right, where the shining gems and gold sat, before it came to fall upon the peddler and the meek patron that was behind her “I am so sorry, did not mean to be in the way”

“No, of course not, no apology needed” The peddler hummed, a tone reassuring to your frazzled mind, as a knowing smile graced her lips “if you would like, I have plenty of spare chairs to sit upon if you wished to finish your story.”

Would you like me to make you a cup of tea as well? I can see you are just getting to the best part of the story, would hate for you to have to stop once again because you are parched.

No matter, if you shall need me, I shall be right here. Be it for tea, or perhaps even a potion or two, I am at your service. 🔮

I do hope you wish to keep what you found, for all 'sales' are final

#also I would just like to say that comely means beautiful #the reason they don't like you is because you are so beautiful but not overly rich #but Shinso? He knows you're a beauty inside and out so he's glad he can keep you #i do hope you like this for I had a lot of fun writing it 💛#🔮.the peddler's one year event #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou x reader #mha shinsou

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Team ‘Weekend Trip to Asgard’

Relationship: Loki x Fem!reader (SFW)

Summary: When Bruce invited you to a quick weekend getaway, you’d hardly expected your destination to be Asgard. Just like you’d hardly expected to be accompanied by two gods – one of whom you’re convinced hates your guts. But who would have thought that the God of Mischief has a thing for flowers, a talent for reciting Shakespeare, and knowledge of all the best places for stargazing? Certainly not you.

But in a weekend filled with sunny fields and boisterous feasts, with accidental skinny dipping and drunken magic tricks, you would begin to realize all the different ways Loki could surprise you.

Word count: 5.6k

A/N: Thank you all so much for your support!! So many nice things have been said in the notes and I'm so glad that this fic has resonated with people in the way that it has. There's always a potential that I may continue this story; I really do love these characters, though I don't have anything specific planned at the moment. But regardless, thank you all for reading. It's been lots of fun. Love you all <3

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Chapter 11 Final

Horses were waiting for you at the edge of the Bifrost bridge. Immediately you could tell that Yrsa wasn’t there. The realization, though not entirely unexpected, made you a little sad. You had hoped to give her one last goodbye before leaving Asgard, knowing that you’d probably never see her again.

Despite continuing to insist that he didn’t read your mind, Loki seemed to pick up on exactly what you were thinking. Coming to stand behind you, he placed a subtle hand on your back, giving it a quick and touchingly comforting rub.

“Look at it this way,” the god murmured, leaning in. “She’s probably taking a massive nap right now.”

The sudden and very random thought made you burst out laughing. Loki grinned, pleased with himself.

“I’m being serious! Have you ever seen a horse sleep? When they really get into it, they lay on their sides like a corpse. It’s quite a sight to behold…”

You felt the last of your sadness drain away -- alarmingly fast, and without much more than a silly joke from the god, you couldn’t help but note -- and you bumped your head against Loki’s shoulder in wordless thanks. He reached around to squeeze your arm before letting go, and you found yourself feeling honored by the open display of affection.

You knew that he wasn’t always the most transparent person, especially when he felt the need to keep up appearances. Which was…. always, it seemed. But for some reason, he’d let you see a part of him that he didn’t openly show, and you were grateful. And right now, you were grateful that he felt strongly enough to risk someone else seeing the strange little relationship you’d formed over the past couple of days. To risk someone -- his brother or Bruce, even -- seeing that side of him, all for your sake, because you’d been a little sad.

It was… sweet. And it was unmistakably Loki. You realized, as you looked up into his warmly smiling face, that this kindness was not a fluke -- it wasn’t an outlier or an odd variable, it was him. It was a part of his essence that he’d never been allowed to show people. Or maybe it was a part of him that he hadn’t felt was right to lay bare in front of others, for them to judge and pick apart.

That overwhelming feeling of honor swelled inside your chest because he’d shown it to you. You couldn’t begin to guess why, but he had.

“Thank you, Loki,” you found yourself whispering. Confusion darkened his features as he tilted his head at you.

“Whatever for?” He asked, forcing a smile to cover those emotions he’d like to avoid thinking about.

“Just… I don’t know,” you shrugged. “For everything, I guess.”

Loki stared down at you for a moment, and you could see the struggle flitting through his eyes. The struggle of accepting thanks for something that he didn’t feel was worthy of it. You could see it so plainly in those crystal blues and greens.

“I… feel you should perhaps be more specific, Little Mouse. I’ve done quite a lot that is not worthy of your thanks.”

“Yeah,” you persisted. “But you’ve done a lot that is.”

Opening his mouth, he furrowed his brow worriedly. But if he’d planned on saying anything, he didn’t get the chance.

“Come on, brother,” Thor pointedly called back, having already reached the horses. “We don’t want to keep Heimdall waiting.”

Loki rolled his eyes at the other god’s tone, and you could tell he was biting his tongue. With an amused smile, you bumped your hip against his before following after the others. Loki scrambled after you and, glancing back, you could see that same gleam in his eyes as when he’d thrown you over his shoulder in the hot springs. You got the idea that you were lucky Bruce and Thor were around, otherwise, the god would likely have tackled you.

Wiggling your eyebrows at him, he narrowed his own eyes with a devilish smirk.

“Behave yourself,” you muttered under your breath the moment he caught up.

“Funny,” his sultry voice replied. “I was going to say the same thing.”

“Come on, Banner!” Thor’s voice broke through your soft bickering. Both of you turned to see the god trying to help a very unsteady Bruce onto his horse. “You’ve done this how many times already?”

“Too many,” Bruce adamantly replied, yelping as his foot slipped from the stirrup. But Thor was there to grab him around the waist… and reach between his legs in an attempt to push them over the saddle.

“Hey! Woah, woah -- get your --”

“Just get up there, it’s not that difficult,” Thor grunted.

“Unbelievable,” Loki muttered, rubbing his forehead.

You chuckled, then spun around to find yourself staring directly into his chest.

“Shall we show them how it’s done?”

“Not if you plan on doing it like that,” you struggled not to laugh as Thor accidentally grabbed Bruce’s ass trying to help him up. The scientist nearly jumped out of his skin, smacking the god’s hand away before catching himself from falling off the other side of the saddle.

“Please, you insult me,” Loki insisted with a smirk. “I am much smoother than my brother. Besides, if I’m going to touch someone like that, I make sure they enjoy it.”

You rolled your eyes so hard they nearly fell out of your skull.

“Oh my God.”

“Yes?” Loki purred, and you elbowed him in the side.

“You’re the worst, you know that?”

“Well, I wouldn’t have thought so, with all the lovely compliments you give me.” He grinned at the annoyed look on your face, which of course was just for show.

“Just… help me up here, would you?” You huffed, trying not to let your already fragile facade crack.

“If you insist,” Loki drawled, ever the tease.

But still, when he knelt down to give you a leg, there was nothing but earnest and genuine pleasure in his eyes. It nearly stole your breath away, and you found yourself thinking it would have been easier to deal with if he’d grabbed your ass instead. Not that you wanted him to grab your ass -- you just…

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Shaking your head, you placed your foot into his hand.

“One, two, three,” he hoisted you up, and you swung your other leg over the saddle, unable to stop a smile at how much more graceful that had been compared to the first time.

“Good?” Loki asked as you got settled. Picking up your reins, you nodded down at him.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime, darling,” he replied, giving your horse a quick pat before making his way over to his mount.

By that point, Bruce was securely on his horse, bag swung over his shoulder, gripping the strap with white knuckles. Thor, too, had mounted, and it seemed everyone was ready to go. You turned around, giving one last look at Asgard. You were going to miss this place. You were going to miss a lot about this weekend.

“Off we go,” Thor cheerily announced, urging his horse forward.

Loki gave you an impish look, cocking his eyebrow in a sort of challenge. Within the matter of a second, both of you knew exactly what the other was thinking. You raised your own eyebrow and, on the count of three, both of you took off.

It should have been alarming, how in-tune you were with each other, but you couldn’t be bothered to care, too focused on the race Loki had obviously just challenged you to. The wind whipped past your face and the colors of the Bifrost were a single streak beneath your horse’s thundering hooves.

Glancing a look next to you, Loki’s horse was neck in neck. He flashed you a grin, then leaned forward as his horse sped up, causing you to curse under your breath and urge your own horse faster. Seeming to understand the situation perfectly, your mount lengthened its stride.

It took you both only a matter of seconds to leave Thor and Bruce in the dust. You could only imagine what they were thinking, the idea making you laugh breathlessly as you caught up to Loki. He looked over at you, and his face set in gleeful determination.

You were so close.

But he was the more experienced horseman by a long run, and you hadn’t stood a chance. Even so, he only beat you by a few seconds -- though all it took were those few seconds to turn him into a gloating child.

Patting his horse triumphantly, he swung himself out of the saddle and headed straight for you just as you were reigning your horse back.

“Just accept it, you can’t beat me, darling,” he grinned.

“It’s an unfair competition, you’ve got an unnatural amount of experience on me.”

“I never pegged you for a sore loser,” his grin widened as he helped you down from the saddle. This time, you didn’t fall over. Of course, Loki had to comment on it.

“Ooo, you’re getting better at that.”

“Knock it off, you jackass,” you replied, laughing as you shoved him lightly in the chest. He hooked his arms around your middle, resting them lightly on your hips.

“And a name-caller,” Loki feigned a gasp. “But I already knew that.”

“There are not enough words in the world to describe you, Mr. Mischief.”

“Oh really,” he raised his eyebrows. “Mouse, are you saying I’m indescribable.”

“Unbelievable,” you threw up your hands. They wound up on Loki’s shoulders.

“That too? My dear, you’re far too kind.”

You opened your mouth in a silent gasp, grinning in disbelief at the god standing before you.

“Have I mentioned that you’re a dork?”

“Oh, once or twice,” Loki replied, smiling beautifully. His cheeks were flushed with the excitement of the race -- and nothing else, you told yourself -- and he looked… happy. Truly happy. You loved it.

“What the Hel were you two running from?” Thor asked, pulling his horse back until it slid to a quick stop, spinning on its haunches.

“Just having a little fun, brother,” Loki replied, having let go of you already.

But his face didn’t wear that mask that it usually did. You wondered if Thor noticed, too. You would have looked, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from Loki’s pleased, relaxed expression. He was beautiful like this.

Well, he was beautiful all the time, but especially like this.

It was only when Bruce arrived, bringing up the rear, of course, that you pried your eyes off of Loki. Ironically, you felt the weight of his eyes turn towards you.

“Geez, kid,” the scientist panted as Thor helped him off of his horse. “You’re crazy.”

You smiled back at him, thinking: if only he knew.

***

“You’re late,” were the first words out of Heimdall’s mouth. He walked towards the four of you, giant sword in hand, looking not unlike a parent catching their group of teenagers trying to sneak through the front door after curfew.

“Yes, apologies, Heimdall,” Thor politely replied while trying to ignore the look Loki was giving him. “We got a little… held up.”

“I know,” the other man easily replied. Then, turning to you and Bruce, he asked, “How was your stay in Asgard?”

“Good,” Bruce nodded. “Very good, uh… thank you for your hospitality.”

Heimdall gave him a nod of acknowledgment, but he was staring at you.

“Uhm, it was really great, thank you,” you shyly spoke up, realizing he’d been waiting for your answer.

You played nervously with your hands and Loki bumped your leg with the side of his knee. When you looked up at him, he was smiling kindly -- and perhaps a little approvingly. You smiled back.

“Well then,” Heimdall was saying. “Let’s get you on your way.”

Returning to the center of the dome, he stepped up onto the platform and gestured for you to take your places. Thankfully, Thor knew what he meant because you sure didn’t. You followed the god forward as he led you around to the part of the dome that faced away from the bridge.

Loki was close on your heels, and you felt amusement, as well as a little embarrassment, swell inside you at the thought of what had happened when you’d first gotten to Asgard. It felt like years ago, even though it had only been a few days, and yet, so much had changed. Where you had once been wary of the God of Mischief, his presence now came as a great comfort.

As if reading your mind -- you really wished he’d tell you how he kept doing that -- Loki leaned over your shoulder as you stopped behind Bruce.

“Should I expect you to hold onto me this time as well?”

You snorted, which turned into a giggle and craned your head around to look at him.

“I don’t know. Depends on where you're standing, I guess.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” he replied, straightening up to rest his chin on the top of your head. “I won’t be going anywhere.”

He stepped back only enough to prevent raising suspicion, and Heimdall called something to Thor that you couldn’t make out. Your hearing had funneled as you began to realize that you’d be going through the Bifrost transporter again. The first time had been worrying because you hadn’t known what was about to happen. This time, however, you knew exactly what to expect -- and that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. You felt the adrenaline begin to seep through your body, heart rate picking up in your chest.

You definitely weren’t ready for this.

“Ready when you are, Heimdall,” Thor called, and you almost laughed at the irony.

Instead, you cursed under your breath. Bruce noticed and reached over to give your wrist an encouraging squeeze.

“You’ll be fine,” he nodded, and you returned it with a wobbly but thankful smile.

Taking a deep breath, you let it out slowly. This was really quite ridiculous, being so nervous to do something you’d already done, but you couldn’t help it. It was like getting on a scary celestial roller coaster.

“Alright, here we go,” Heimdall called, the loud metallic clank of his sword sliding into the floor like a key ringing out through the dome.

“Beam me up, Scotty,” you muttered, bracing yourself for the sudden rush of energy.

Bruce let out a rumbling laugh that paired nicely with Loki’s groan of distaste.

“Oh, I know, that’s from one of those moving pictures, isn’t it?” Thor interjected, pointing to you. “Uh, St-- Star Wars!”

You exploded with laughter, followed by a groan that rivaled even Loki’s.

“Oh nooo,” you drew out the word, tears now threatening to fall as you double over in giggles that you were definitely chalking up to your nerves. Bruce put a hand on your back, but you couldn’t tell if it was in support or for support; he was laughing just as hard as you were.

“Don’t be ridiculous, brother,” Loki scowled. “It’s Star Trek.”

“Wait,” you bolted upright. “How the fuck do you know what--”

“Heimdall!” Loki bellowed, and the four of you were being sucked into the transporter.

As you’d expected, the second time through wasn’t any easier than the first. You felt like you were being sucked into a vacuum, swirled around with a bunch of lint and dust, and then thrown back out with your insides rearranged.

It was quite an experience.

The only difference was that this time when you reached out, someone was reaching out for you, too. You felt Loki’s arms wrap around your middle, and instead of you clinging to his cape like a little barnacle, the god pulled you against his chest. And then the only thing you could think about while you waited for the transporter to finish its rinse cycle, or whatever, was that this was technically your second hug with Loki.

Why did you either have to be drunk or getting spit out by the rainbow bridge to get a nice hug with the man? You would have laughed at the thought if you weren’t in the process of having your atoms reassembled. But the process only lasted a few moments and soon enough there was solid ground beneath your feet. You would have fallen over if it wasn’t for Loki’s grip around your middle.

He held you until you managed to get your feet under you -- which took considerably less time than before -- and then immediately let go. He was still so careful around the others, still so hidden from them. You couldn’t blame him of course, it just made you sad.

You took a deep breath, smoothing the front of your clothes off, and gave Loki a wide grin.

“You know what Star Trek is,” you pointed a finger at him and he groaned.

“Really?”

“Oh my God, how have you never told me this?”

“It never came up,” he raised his shoulders defensively.

“I thought I knew you. I thought we were friends.” You shook your head, playing up the betrayal for a moment before you burst out laughing.

Loki shot you a scowl, but he couldn’t keep up the act for long, either, laughing unsteadily as you tried to wrap your head around the fact that Loki of Asgard, the God of Mischief, knew what fucking Star Trek was.

“God,” you sighed between giggles. “I love you.”

Loki’s laughter died away on the breeze and he stared down at you like he’d suddenly stopped working.

“You…. what--”

“Yeesh!” Bruce interrupted. “I will never get used to that. You alright kiddo?” He laid a hand on your shoulder, seeming to not have noticed that he’d interrupted anything.

“Oh, uh, I’m fine. Totally fine,” you replied, giving him a shaky smile. “All good here…. What about you, old man? Are you alright?” Bruce looked a bit unsteady on his feet, and he was gripping your arm with perhaps a little more than friendly support.

“I’m good, just… need to catch my breath.” his face tilted into a shy smile.

“Ah, come on, Banner,” Thor suddenly dropped a hand onto his shoulder, nearly pushing the man over. “You did great.”

“Well, I don’t feel great. I need some water or something -- flush all that fine Asgardian ale out of my system.”

They continued to bicker as they headed for the compound. You glanced around for Loki. He had already started off at a brisk walk.

“Loki!” You called and all three of them stopped. However, only two of them turned around to look at you, and neither of them was a certain raven-haired god.

“Could I, uh… ask you something real quick?”

The god straightened up, clasping his hands behind his back. You thought for a moment that he was going to keep walking -- that he’d walk down to the compound and right out of your life forever. Your heart clenched at the idea, and you found yourself holding your breath.

“Of course,” he stated, somewhat dryly, and turned to Thor with what you could only call a dismissive nod.

“I’ll… catch up with you later then,” Thor said before helping Bruce towards the compound, arm still slung over his shoulder. Bruce’s hand was on the small of his back, and even in your anxiety, you smiled.

But then there was Loki, standing in front of you and embodying the combination of both expectance and reluctance.

“I… uhm…” you suddenly felt like you’d done something wrong. “Were you just going to… leave? I mean…”

You didn’t know how to express what you were feeling, probably because you didn’t know what you were feeling. Loki took half a breath.

“No. I don’t know,” he shrugged, letting his hands fall to his sides. “I… don’t know,” he said it again.

“Hey Loki?” you began, voice rising an octave in almost nonchalant questioning. He narrowed his eyes.

“Yes…”

“I had a lot of fun this weekend. And not just because of Asgard. You do know that, right?”

Loki looked down at you, a million thoughts trying to form themselves into sentences behind his eyes. He glanced to his right -- to where Thor and Bruce were disappearing into the distance -- and something within him seemed to shift.

“Yes,” he murmured, then looked back at you. “Well, you do love me, after all.”

“Alright,” you insisted, rolling your eyes at his sly grin; though you couldn’t help but notice that his voice was missing some of its usual mischief. “Look, what I’m trying to say is: I had a lot of fun hanging out with you, and -- I mean, I don’t know, but…. If you ever feel like doing it again sometime,” you shrugged, jamming your toe into the grass. “You know where to find me.”

You were watching your shoes intently, not even wanting to think about Loki or his dumb, beautiful face right now. And that had been going perfectly well until you felt the softest of touches beneath your chin.

You looked up into Loki’s gaze, watching you with a furrowed brow but the ghostly lines of a smile. You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. Loki’s thumb brushed almost hesitantly across your cheek, like he was searching for something on the surface of your skin.

“Are you sure?”

“What?” you finally found your voice, but it was breathless and hoarse. “That I want to hang out with you?”

The guilty look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

“Jesus, Rochester, of course I’m sure.” you gave him a little shove, but of course, he hardly swayed an inch.

Instead, his hand shifted across your cheek, sliding up your jaw until his fingers brushed your ear. You swayed sideways a bit, glancing over at his arm as best you could before looking back into his eyes. There was something hungry there, but undeniably afraid.

“Loki?” you started, your voice dipping with a confused smirk.

In an instant, his thumb brushed over your cheek again, swaying you forward ever so gently as he leaned down to meet you. Your eyes found his for only a second until they fell lower, and then his lips were hovering over yours, skin barely grazing until you pressed into him.

Your hands came up to search him out, cupping his face with heartfelt tenderness, and the gesture encouraged him to finally kiss you properly. His lips were soft and a bit cold, but there was something about them that made your whole body light up. They reached into the very depths of your soul and held you close; you didn’t know how anyone could make you feel the way that he was right now.

Such a gentle, brief kiss shouldn’t have turned the both of you into a collective mess, but it did. Loki pulled back just as slowly as he’d advanced, and when you finally managed to open your eyes, he was watching you through a half-lidded gaze.

“I’ve been wondering if I’d ever have the honor of doing that,” he whispered.

You laughed nervously, ducking your head as you scrunched your nose -- but Loki followed you, pressing his forehead against yours and not letting you get away as he smiled fondly at your shyness.

“You’re so weird,” you murmured.

“And you are beautiful,” Loki replied in earnest, his breath fanning against your cheek.

“Alright,” you tried to gently deter him from giving you any more compliments, not sure your face could take any more heat. “You’re pretty beautiful yourself.”

Loki rolled his eyes softly before slowly letting his hands slide down your neck.

“Please don’t disappear on me,” you whispered. Loki’s brow knit, and he brushed his thumb along the hollow of your neck -- everything about him growing so gentle that you thought you might actually fall over.

“I won’t. You… this,” he stroked your neck again. “It scares me sometimes, but… I don’t think I’ll be going anywhere.”

“Good,” you breathed, raking his hair back behind his ears before letting go. “Because we’ve got a lot more classic literature to debate. How do you feel about Mr. Darcy?”

Loki laughed, leaning down to bump his forehead against yours again in a way that reminded you so much of a cat that you wanted to grab him and kiss him all over again.

“Would you believe me if I said I actually quite like Mr. Darcy?”

“Yes,” you decided. “Yes, I would.”

“Mr. Collins, on the other hand…” Now it was your turn to laugh, the skin around your eyes crinkling, and you suddenly found yourself trying to contain an overwhelming, insurmountable joy.

“I would be a bit worried if you didn’t dislike Mr. Collins. Everyone dislikes Mr. Collins.”

“Except Mr. Collins,” Loki added, and you did reach out and grab him then, laughing harder.

“Oh my god, I’m actually in love with you,” you choked out, and Loki draped his arms around your sides and tugged you a bit closer.

“I’m glad it didn’t take you until the end of our story to figure that one out,” he murmured, smirking slyly.

“Shut up,” you grinned, slapping him gently on the chest as you stepped around him. He followed you eagerly, folding his hands behind his back and leaning into your shoulder.

“Get used to it, darling. You’re officially stuck with me now.”

“Well, at least I’ve got you,” you scrunched your nose. “But I am going to miss Yrsa. She was pretty cool.”

Loki tilted his head, leaning slightly as you continued to walk towards the compound.

“You know,” he said after a moment. “It’s not like we can never return…”

You stopped walking.

“W…What?”

Loki also stopped, turning around to smirk at you. Taking a step forward, he leaned towards your ear.

“Thor and I used to sneak to Earth all the time,” he said simply, looking over your shoulder.

Your mouth fell open just as he spun around and took off at that quick pace that meant he was trying to get out of a conversation.

“Wait a minute,” you whispered, half to yourself. Then you took off after him, grinning like an idiot and yelling for him to “hang on just a second!”

Technically, that was his line.

***

Getting back into the swing of things after such a fascinating vacation wasn’t exactly easy. Tony was glad to see you, wrapping you in a tight side-hug the minute you entered the lab the day after your return. Bruce had given him a hard time, demanding to know where his hug was until the inventor threatened to finish their latest project without him and take all the credit.

It was good to be back.

It really was, despite how much you found yourself longing for the fields of Asgard, the quiet streets just after dawn, even the palace. The compound was great, but it paled in comparison to the astounding beauty of Thor and Loki’s home. And that was another thing: you missed spending time with the gods.

True to his word, Loki hadn’t disappeared on you. You certainly didn’t see him as often as you had so quickly gotten used to during your weekend trip, but you did see him. Sometimes in the library, sometimes in the kitchen -- sometimes he even sought you out in your room, his knocks becoming less and less hesitant every time he visited.

You even saw Thor around more often. He was one of the many Avengers that were busy with things outside of the compound, but he seemed to make a point to come by the lab whenever he was around. You had a very strong feeling it wasn’t just to see you, though he liked to play it up like that was the only reason. Everyone liked to give Bruce a hard time, but he knew he was loved; you could tell.

It was always good to see what had become such a friendly face in the lab, and Thor provided you and Bruce -- and even Tony -- with endless conversation and entertainment when he stopped by, perhaps preventing you from getting back to your work with as much attention as you probably should have. No one really minded, though.

While your days were once again spent in the lab, your nights were becoming increasingly filled with Loki’s presence. One way or another, the two of you found yourselves together -- usually reading in the common area, another downgrade from your prior arrangement in Asgard, but you were just glad to be near one another. You re-read Pride and Prejudice together, having many fun, meaningful discussions and heated debates over Mr. Wickham’s deceit and Jane’s kindness, and Lydia’s foolish nature. And love. You talked about love, too, and how it often started off differently than it ended. How that was often a good thing.

One night, in passing, you mentioned how something from the book had translated into the movie, and that was how Loki discovered that there was a movie and you discovered that he’d never seen it. You’d nearly elbowed him in the gut as you flipped around to face him from where the two of you were sitting on the couch, your back previously against his chest.

“Holy shit, we’ve got to watch it. And the TV series, too,” you bounced a little on the couch, and Loki’s eyes widened.

“I haven’t the slightest idea what on Earth you’re talking about.”

“Oh, just,” you rolled your eyes. “Trust me, it’ll be good. You’ll like it, I think. You’ll like Lizzie in the series -- she’s so sassy and sarcastic, it’s amazing.”

Loki was smirking now, hands gently gripping your elbows as you smiled over at him.

“Alright. I guess I’ll just have to trust you…”

“I guess you will,” you returned, scrunching your nose at him as you smiled.

“I… mhm,” whatever he’d been about to say was cut off by a little sigh as he leaned forward and nudged his nose against yours, eyes falling shut.

“Y’alright?” you checked, laughing softly.

“Yes. Quite,” he replied. “Just… tell me…” you were all ears. “Is Mr. Collins horribly dreadful?”

You burst out laughing, pulling him close so you could kiss him on the cheek. You’d pulled back, but he made an indignant noise of protests before recapturing you and kissing you firmly on the lips.

“Just wait until he gets to the boiled potatoes.”

“Oh Norns,” Loki groaned before pressing his laughter against your lips, kissing you softly this time as you swallowed the sounds he was making and that warmth that always surprised you.

One of these days, you’d sit him down to watch that movie with you. In the meantime, you’d kiss him.

Loki was full of surprises. You knew that, and yet somehow he still always managed to take you off guard, usually in the best way possible. He’d show up to the lab at the perfect time with a cup of something warm for you and the insistence that you stop working so hard and look at the stars with him. Or he’d find you in the kitchen at the exact moment you were struggling to reach something on the top of the fridge, appearing seemingly out of nowhere and nearly scaring the shit out of you.

He always apologized when he startled you, smiling in that soft, amused way as he braced himself for, as he put it, “your legs to malfunction.” That, however, was becoming less of an occurrence as time wore on. You claimed that it must have been Asgard that made you so clumsy. Loki claimed that his gratefulness was rubbing off on you.

Regardless, no matter how obviously he tried to let you know he was there, he always managed to startle you. Which, honestly, what did he expect when he was sneaky enough to go undetected by even the most skilled Avengers?

Especially when he did things like show up somewhere between the late hours of the night and the early hours of the morning.

“Y/N… come on, wake up!” you were pulled out of your otherwise peaceful sleep by his whisper.

Tensing, you blinked your eyes open to find Loki kneeling by your bed, his crystal eyes staring at you through the darkness from so close that you jumped nearly a foot in the air.

“What? Loki?” you squinted, blinking as you got your bearings.

“I should hope no one else in this dreadful place sneaks into your room at night,” Loki indignantly replied. “If they do, rest assured I’ll be having a word.”

“No, I just,” you shook your head. It was too early -- late? -- for this. “What are you doing here?”

Loki perked up like he’d just remembered.

“Right. Come on, we have to go. Heimdall will be waiting. I had to tell him you were coming before he even considered letting us through; I think it would be especially unwise to test his patience this time around,” Loki tilted his head in consideration, then reached down to pull you to your feet.

“Wh-- What are you talking about?” you asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

There was something in his grin that was infectious, and the moment you caught sight of it on his pale, beautiful face, you felt your own lips curl into a smile.

Loki took a step back, extending a hand through the darkness and waiting eagerly for you to join him.

“Where are we going?” you softly asked, one hand still rubbing your eyes as you blinked over at him.

Loki’s smile grew.

“To Asgard, of course.”

You took his hand.

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“There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow-creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.”

- Charlotte Bronte, ‘Jane Eyre’

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