#anthony i swear to god i'll fight you
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all american bitch
pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!reader
summary: everyone knew there was something wrong in the way that quill talked to you, and slowly you started noticing as well
warnings: swearing, making out, sexual references, trauma, death of a relative and quill acting like a jerk
a/n: i don't particulary like quill in this fic and i'm not really sure if his character development (or the reasons why he did what he did) makes sense, but i just love to write happy endings, so please just ignore it lol
lockwood was doing what he did often, watching you sit on a stair, wating for your brother to come back, without moving a muscle.
"do you see that?" lockwood turned his head to look at george, pointing you out to his friend "he just lets her sit there and disappears for gods knows how long"
"it's a shame" george nodded and lockwood couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or genuine. "but everyone knows how he treats her, lockwood and it's her own decision, that she tolerates that. i don't think she would fancy you saving her"
lockwood decided to ignore the last thing george had said "how bad of a brother do you have to be for everyone else to know?"
george just shrugged and lockwood was ready to repeat what he had said (for the simple need of getting an answer), when lucy entered his field of vision and involuntary declared herself his new victim.
"thank you, george" lockwood patted his friends shoulder, while pushing his empty glass into the hands of one very confunsed george.
"do you see that?" lockwood stepped next to lucy, without bothering to think of a new introductory sentence.
"huh?" lucy turned her head to the side, confused by lockwoods sudden appearance. "what did you say?"
lockwood pointed in your direction and lucy followed his eyes
"y/n?" lucy asked, not sure what lockwood was saying
"yeah, y/n" lockwood nodded aggravated "just y/n" he took a glass of champagne from one of the servers trays, downing it at once. "he left her waiting again. i thought maybe you could go talk to her, you being a girl and all"
lucy rolled her eyes, glaring at the boy "you want me to go over there and tell her to not accept her brother treating her horribly?"
"precisely"
"her brother who's a decorated member at fittes?"
lockwood nodded again
"forget it" lucy shook her head, laughing dryly "i'm not getting involved in quill kipps' mess"
"it's y/n's mess too!" lockwood said angrily, outstretching his arm and pointing his hand in your direction
"why don't you go over there?" lucy crossed her arms, smiling triumphantly.
"because it's not my business?" lockwood said a bit too fast, not thinking his answer through. lucy send him a blank stare. "yeah, i'll just go over there" lockwood said quickly, not in the mood to fight with lucy and lose once again
"yeah, you better" lucy waved at him
lockwood groaned under his breath, putting his empty glass on an abondened table, before he continued his walk in your direction. as always, you were looking beautiful. your hair was curled and your dress had the most beautiful maroon color he had ever seen.
you turned your head in his direction, noticing him, when he was a few meters away. it wouldn't have taken a genius to see that anthony lockwood was in love with you, and still you had never noticed.
"hey" lockwood smiled, holding out his hand to help you up "you shouldn't be sitting on those stairs, your dress might get ruined"
"oh, well, quill has been gone for some minutes and it was too tiring to stand this entire time"
"why don't you join our table, then?" lockwood suggested
you looked through the crowd of people, trying to find quill. you laughed, unsurely, before you finally nodded "it probably wouldn't hurt" you smiled, taking him up on his offer and following him through the crowd.
"hey guys!" you smiled once your sight fell on george and lucy. both of them just stared back at you with big eyes. "sorry" you scratched your arm "do i have something on my face?" george quickly shook his head, while lucy stayed motionless in place
finally. "lockwood" lucy said through gritted teeth "could i talk to you for a second?"
you send a confused look in lockwoods direction, who just smiled at you, totally unaffected by lucy's threatening tone. "why don't you sit down with george?" he pulled back one of the chairs for you to sit down "we'll be back in just a second"
you nodded, sitting down on the chair. lockwood and lucy didn't really walk far until they started discussing. you could make out some words like 'kipp's mess' and 'saviour complex' that lucy directed at lockwood.
you smiled awkwardly at george. "how do you.. like the party this far?"
"eeh, it's fine" george looked anywhere but at you
"food and drinks are free" you smiled, nudging him "that sounds a bit better than just fine, doesn't it?"
george shrugged, seemingly uninterested in holding up a conversation with you and before you could start another hopeless attempt to get him to speak, lockwood and lucy were already back. by the looks of it they were not able to sort out their differences.
lucy sat down in the chair next to george, crossing her arms and sending looks at lockwood that could've killed.
lockwood, absolutely unbothered, didn't even look at her. instead he was watching you. "do you want to eat something?" he asked "we haven't ordered anything yet"
you shook your head "nah, i promised quill that we would eat together"
"how long has he been gone for?" lockwood asked intrigued
you shrugged your shoulders "i don't know, an hour maybe?"
"woah, that's pretty long, right guys?" lockwood looked between george and lucy, obviously expecting some type of reaction. lucy ignored him completely, while george nodded slowly, unsure if he wanted to even get involved in whatever lockwood was doing.
you shook your head "it's fine. i don't mind waiting"
"you can stay with us" lucy smiled at you and made it perfectly clear, that she wasn't angry at you, but lockwood. you always liked lucy. she was welcoming and you loved to listen to her complain about her two male roommates.
with george you didn't really have a relationship. you were friendly towards each other but never really talked apart from that.
and lockwood? lockwood something different. your brother hated him, so you weren't really allowed to spend any time in his company, apart from when they would fight with each other. but he was always nice and you could call him a friend. you had done your best to prevent it, but you had also developed a little crush on him these past few years. something quill would have your head for if he knew. but lockwood was your chance of freedom. he was everything your brother despised and that just made it all the more daunting.
"lockwood" the voice behind you send shivers down your spine.
"kipps" lockwood smiled, overly satisfied, while he turned around in his chair, putting an protective arm on yours and blocking your brothers contact to you.
"y/n" quill muttered "didn't i tell you to wait there?" he poined across the room
you sighed silently "sorry" you patted lockwoods leg "we were just catching up and you were gone for some time, so i thought-" you didn't get to finish that sentence
"what the fuck do you not understand in 'wait here'?" quill was angry and you didnt want to fight. but before you could say sorry again, lucy jumped to your rescue.
"this is all your fault" she muttered under her breath, seemingly talking to lockwood before she turned her head to your brother "i'm really sorry" she smiled brightly "i thought y/n and i could talk a bit. i miss having a girl around"
"oh" quill said confused. his anger had suddenly evapurated. he didn't really mind you spending time with girl generally or lucy in particular. "well, i didn't know that" he averted his eyes. "i'll be at our table. see you there" he walked away and you knew that this was him telling you to be there in less than ten minutes or something would happen
"does- does he always talk to you like that?" george asked hesitantely. you could see on his face that he was unsure if he wanted an answer to that. he probably didn't even want to involve himself in anything that was about you.
"yeah" you muttered, a bit ashamed of the way your brother acted even in front of other people "at least since i'm living with him"
"why don't you just leave?" lucy leaned over the table, confusion evident on her face
"i won't" you said honestly "after our dad died, my mother wasn't able to finance my schooling, but quill was. i owe him something"
"you don't owe him anything" lockwood shook his head "don't you ever get angry at the way he treats you"
"more often than you would think" you eyes wandered across the room. quill was telling some fittes guy a story. he was laughing and widely gesturing. you couldn't remember the last time he had laughed in your presence. "he didn't always used to be like this. our father and him were close and it took a toll on him"
"you're still his sister" lucy reminded
"oh, i know that" you smiled sadly "i wouldn't have stayed if i wasn't"
"how long are you planning to stay?"
you shrugged your shoulders. "as long as i have to. i'll save some money until i have enough to pay him back and rent something"
lockwood looked at his friends. eyebrows raised. you could see the gears turning in their heads, before lucy repeatedly shook her head. george didn't seem happy as well. lockwood turned back to you
"how would you liked to work at lockwood and co?" he asked, beaming "you could move in with us, save money to pay your brother back and not have to indulge his presence. i hear you're pretty good with sight"
you were stunned at his suggestion "do you really mean that?" you asked hopeful
"yeah, lockwood" lucy raised her eyebrows, daring him to answer "do you really mean that?"
"of course" lockwood smiled "we want to help you, right guys?" lucy and george both averted their eyes. you noticed the growing tension
"you really don't have to" you said "i don't think george or lucy are too convinced. i can take another year or two with quill"
as if on cue, quill made his way across the venue. "shit" you whispered as soon as you noticed him moving closer. you did the first thing you could think of, knowing he would cause a scene as soon as he had found you. you took lockwoods hands, dragging him in the other direction quickly.
you two ended up in a broom closet. of all places.
"did you meant to walk into a broom closet?" lockwood asked behind you
"of course not" you opened the door slowly "well. it's too late now anyway" you closed the door again and leaned your back against it
"okay, why are we here exactly?" lockwood made a gesture to open the door, but you pushed him back slightly
"my brother would've caused a scene if he had found me"
"alright" lockwood said, but then raised his brows "and he wouldn't if he found you here?"
you suddenly noticed how you had brought yourself into an even worse situation. lockwood and you were standing pretty close to each other. you could feel his breath fanning over your cheek and you nodded. "he totally would" you laughed and lockwood joined in "he hates you guts"
"can't say i particulary like him" lockwood admitted shamelessly "but he has a beautiful sister"
"well, thank you" you could feel the redness entering you cheeks. at least it was a bit darker in here "he probably would cut my head off if he found us here. even if i told him that it isn't what it looks like"
"well, what does it look like?" lockwood muttered, even closer now
you looked up at him with big eyes. he almost falted under that look. he wanted to kiss you so badly and he was wishing you would indicate the same
"i mean- eh it does look pretty compromising"
"does it now?"
"yeah" your voice had jumped a pitch higher at his close proximity. but you couldn't help but wish for him to finally kiss you. "please" you muttered
"what do you want, darling?" he asked softly, pushing one strand of hair behind your ear.
"please" you repeated "kiss me"
lockwood didn't wait for a second demand. he closed the space between you, interlocking your lips. he tasted sweet, a bit like marshmallows and you smiled into the kiss. your hands wandered to his neck, pushing him impossibly closer, while his hands wandered to your lower back, returning the pressure you were exerting.
he pressed you against the door and you voluntarily opened your mouth for his tongue to enter. faster than you had expected, he broke the kiss, sloppily kissing your neck instead
"shit" you muttered lowly. you quickly gripped his neck, pushing his face away from your neck and back to your mouth. you continued that play for at least ten minutes, when you suddenly remembered why you had been hiding here in the first place
"thank you for your offer" you said, breathlessly "but i can do it for a bit longer"
"is he ever gonna stop treating you this way?" lockwood kissed your temple
"i don't know" you shrugged "but i will talk to him. you guys were right, i shouldn't just accept it. my father died too"
"i'll be here anytime you need me" lockwood assured "or anytime you just want to make out"
you smiled brightly at the boy, pecking his lips, before you opened the door to the closet. "time for the real world, pretty boy"
"i like the sound of.." lockwood interrupted himself. right before the very door you had come out of, now watching your flustered faces distastefully, was standing none other than quill kipps
"what the fuck" he said angrily when he had connected the dots. you were ready to tell him that nothing had happened, but suddenly remembered that that wouldn't be the whole truth
"hey" you smiled, unsure what to say in your defence
"y/n" quill said slowly, and you were glad that the room was outside of the ballroom. the guests or anyone else wouldn't hear him scream at you. "did you two just fuck in there?" you could almost see smoke coming out of his ears. his eyes had fallen to to strap of your dress, that was now hanging at your elbow. you quickly fixed it
"what?" you asked surprised "no, of course not" you knew lockwood was smiling without looking at him. he put his arm around you, pulling you closer at your waist.
"you're not speaking to your sister in that tone" he declared and you send him a wide eyed look. it was hard enough for you to stand up for quill, but he definitely would never listen to lockwood of all people
"yeah, or what?"
"watch yourself" lockwood was angry now, too. "she's still your sister"
"and you are?" quill crossed his arms "you're no one, nothing to her at all"
"leave him alone" you muttered. you had never once even protested at what your brother had said at you, but it was different when he spoke to lockwood that way
"what the fuck did you just say?" quill asked surprised, he had forgotten his anger for the time to be
"you heard me" you said a bit louder now "and you heard him too. you can change your tone when speaking to me"
"ooh" quill laughed "the little miss is making demands"
"i tolerated it long enough" you reminded him "i understood you were griefing, but so was i. you never had any sympathy towards me, so why would i still have any for you? especially since you're ordering me around like your little maid" lockwood squeezed your side
"who put a roof over your head? who payed for everything and anything you needed?"
"you did"
"right" quill smiled smugly
"and i'm thankful for you doing all of that for me. i never even complained, but all of it does not warrant you treating me the way you do"
"watch what you're saying" quill pointed his finger at you accusingly "i prepared you for the real world, i brought you up and you go and throw all of it away for some boy. why do you act like a slut"
the gasp that left lockwoods mouth could've been loud enough for everyone outside the building to hear
"how dare you call me that?" tears entered your eyes slowly. lockwood was pulling up his sleeves, ready to fight the older boy, but you held his arm down. "i'm still your sister" you reminded quill, who looked a bit remorseful at your tears
he sighed, turning away, before he looked back at you "i didn't mean it like that. you're making it hard for me to trust you when you walk off and sleep with the enemy as soon as i leave you own your own"
"i didn't even sleep with him" you screamed angrily. quills eyes had grown big. never in your life had you ever screamed at him. "but if i wanted to i could, because i'm almost an adult"
"you're a kid" quill spat "and it's my job to take care of you. make sure that you turn out well and not get yourself knocked up at seventeen"
"oh my god" you groaned "i didn't sleep with anyone" you repeated once again
"i know" quill said surprisingly soft "but mum did. she ended up pregnant and without any degree in anything. and now, after dad’s death she has nothing to support you with, not even herself. i want you to make different decisions, to be smart and learn something, before you lose focus and fall in love"
you sighed "i understand that" you turned your head to look at lockwood, smiling slightly "but i think it's already too late"
quill sighed as well.
"you didn't have to treat me the way you did" you said "you could've just been honest with me, you know?"
"i know" quill nodded "but i was never good at these things.." he paused, tears briming at the corners of his eyes "dad was"
"i miss him too" you admitted, your voice breaking "and i hate what his death did to you. you weren't always like this"
quill nodded and couldn't bring himself to look you in the eyes. you were right about this, he knew you were. but he had just tried to make a good person out of you. he knew that it wasn't an excuse, but he was working in a dangerous field and he thought that if he would be distant and mean, you wouldn't mourn his death as much as you had did your dad's. "i'm sorry" quill said truthfully and you could see the remorse in his eyes
"i don't want to hate you"
quill nodded
"but you have to be better. an apology alone is not enough. i love you but i'm not beneath receiving any love back" you told him "you have to change the way you treat me, honestly quill, it's not okay" slowly, but determinated, you stepped closer to hug him.
you couldn't remember the last time you had done that. you had missed you brothers warmth. he had always been a good brother, before all this mess had happened and you knew you could forgive him eventually. both of you had taken far too long to have an honest conversation
"we will fix it, i promise" quill muttered into your hair and you nodded, before you losened the hug.
quill's eyes fell upon lockwood. he send him a nod. "thank you for being nice to her"
lockwood contemplated to scatter salt into the wound by saying something along the lines of 'i was just doing what you apparently couldn't', but then instead he just nodded. "of course"
quill smiled tightlipped, before he turned back to you. "and once we get home, we will have a very important conversation"
"quill" you laughed uncomfortably and your brother laughed as well. the sound send shivers down your spine and you had rarely been this happy. for the first time in a long time it seemed like everything would become good again.
"i'll call you" you smiled in lockwoods direction, before you followed your brother out of the estate.
not because he had told you, but because you just wanted to and that was a very good feeling.
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TAKE ME, PLEASE!
Anthony lockwood x f!reader
Author note: Hiya! This fic takes place in Winkmans lair? I guess thats what its called, its basically the locklyle scene of Winkman nearly torturing Lucy and Lockwood begs him not to.
Warnings- Angst? Not sure, metion of death, injury, fluff at the end, swearing
*I knew we shouldn't have came to this stupid place at night!* You mentally cursed as you hunted for both the mirror and Anthony "bloody" Lockwood. You were on edge, watching him get taken like that. You felt useless just watching it happen but its what he said to do. You were still worrying about were Lockwood could be when you heard something.
Flys. Buzzing. The mirror!
You walked up to this metal box as the buzzing got louder. It was in the box. All of a sudden, you see the boy come round the corner.
"Hello, uhm Leopold was it?"
He just nodded.
"Is the mirror keeping you awake?"
He nodded again.
"You know I can help you, if you just tell me how to unlock the box."
The boy smiled at you. You thought he was going to help until you were spun around and zaped in the chest by the woman who took Lockwood. You felt your eyes slip shut.
*MEANWHILE WITH WINKMAN AND LOCKWOOD*
"I'll ask again boy. Who. Sent. You." Winkman screamed.
"I already said i work alone." Lockwood yells back trying to fight his restraints. Winkman charged at him holding a sharp object just inches from his face.
"Tell me now boy or I'll draw some pretty pictures on your pretty face."
"I already said-!"
The door opened and the blonde woman, Leopold and your unconscious body entered the room. Lockwood stiffened.
"Ooh? You know that girl aye?" Winkman taunts.
"..Never seen her in my life." Lockwood lies.
"Your lying. Your whole body stiffened when the girl got dragged in. I bet she's your girlfriend isnt she?" Winkman says crouching down to lift your limp head to look up at Lockwood.
"Leave her alone." He demands.
"You do know her dont you! Awh, wouldn't it be a pity if i hurt her~!" He presses the blade to your cheek.
"Stop it! Leave her out of this!!" Lockwood screams, he begins to sweat at the stress of you getting hurt.
"Tell me who you work for." He slices your cheek open. Blood rushes out of the wound. The boy in the chair froze.
"DEPRAC! They sent me! And they already know im here so are probably sending agents! So why not kill me now!" Lockwood begs. "Please! Kill me! Do whatever you want to me just leave her alone!!"
You begin to wake up to his pleads.
"Let her live! She has the whole world ahead of her kill me instead!!"
You had to think fast. You looked around as much as you could without moving your head and your eyes landing on a gasoline bottle. You sprung up to grab the bottle and threw the liquid all over the two adults.
"Dont move!!" You screamed pulling out a lighter. The adults froze in place.
"You bastard girl!" The woman yells. You undo Lockwoods restraints and both back out of the room slamming the door and running off.
After about 5 minutes of running you stopped.
"What the fuck!" You yelled at Lockwood finally placing your hand over your wound. "What was all that?! Begging him to kill you instead!"
"I didn't want you to die!!" Lockwood shouts back.
"But i dont want you dead Lockwood!! Dont ever try to get yourself killed for me again!"
"But-"
"No buts! And be lucky i woke up or you would be dead!!"
"I had a plan!!"
"Oh yeah?! Enlighten me!!"
"..Well i would've had a plan!!"
"Just a simple thank you would be nice! God your so annoying" Lockwood slowly approached you.
"Thank you. For.. saving me. Happy?"
"Your not forgiven but sure." He smiles at you.
"Now lets get home before Winkman comes out to find us, and to clean that cut."
"Finee." You sigh as you both walk back to the house. Mirrorless, but alive.
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You mentioned recently that Terry will eventually get Daniel a Claddagh Ring. What if he gives this to Daniel after the cheating reveal? Almost like placing a wedding ring on his finger again, and what it symbolizes. Considering how hurt Daniel is by this reveal, and Terry actually being very worried over the state of his marriage…seems like a good time to remind Daniel that he truly does love him, though he has hurt him. Again.
Disclaimer: I do not claim that any of this has much to do with real life, but what are AUs for, right?
When Terry puts the tiny box in front of him, he sees his mate grow pale, then swallow. "Terry, I appreciate the gesture, but..."
He puts a hand on his arm. "Hear me out about this first, mo cuishle."
His smile is very faint. "Terry, can we live for a few weeks? Just, regular days? I don't want to fight, or, well, think too much. Not yet."
He strokes him. "After I've had my say. And then we don't have to discuss it ever again. If you never wear it, I won't ask."
He sighs. "Take no for an answer, will you, Terry? Just this once?"
"No." He follows up before Daniel can do more than shake his head. "Because this is not about us, that is, not only us, baby." He opens the box. "This is a Claddagh ring. An Irish tradition."
Daniel huffs, but then leans in. "It's gold," he says, bringing the box up to his face. "Red and... gold."
He nods.
"That's... not what you usually buy."
"It's not about me, baby. It's for you."
He laughs. "As opposed to all the other pieces."
Terry nods, and Daniel smiles. "OK, I'll bite. Tell me about it."
"I've never had one," he says, somewhat haltingly. "My parents had a set, but my Daddy got buried with his." He breathes, the thought making the tender spot on his abdomen twinge. "That's traditional for Alphas, you see. And Mammy left hers to Amanda. That's custom, too."
Daniel looks at him. "Why do I need one?"
He takes the ring out. "The heart stands for love, the hands for friendship, and then there is fidelity..."
"Fidelity." Daniel spits the word out like an angry snake, stands up. "You simply had to, didn't you? You're doing this on purpose, God-!"
"Not for the reasons you think!" He grabs him. "Danny boy, fight me if you have to, but let me have my say!"
"I've already told you," he Daniel says, "don't keep testing me, don't prod me like that, I swear! Are you trying to end me, per Dio, I can't take this, you want to rip me apart...!"
"Stop it. Now."
"You first!"
"Fine. It doesn't have to be for you. It can be Anthony's, or Luna's..."
"Why not Robby? Why not Eli? Or Gianni?"
"They won't be omegas."
Now he's really spitting fire. "Don't put things on our pups before they present, it's not fair!"
"Then you take it!"
"Why would I? Why now?"
"Because of what it's for!" He takes out the ring and says, "You had a token, did you not, before we wed?"
This stuns him. "How'd you even know that?"
"Well? Did you? To signal intent?"
"Yes."
"This ring can do the same thing." He takes Daniel's right hand, puts it on, heart facing outward. "This says, 'My heart is free and open.'"
His mate is quiet. Maybe he can see how viscerally it hurts Terry to see it on his finger like that. Terry takes the ring off, turns the heart towards his mate. "This means, 'My hand is still mine, but my heart is another's.'
Daniel takes his right hand back, cradles it with his other. "People allow that?"
"It's code. You can always feign ignorance. Some Alphas take it as a challenge, but yes, some stay away."
"So as not to openly offend. OK." He looks up, still sullen. "But why do I need one?"
Terry takes it from his finger, puts it on his left hand, heart pointing out. "This means, 'joined but not yet mated.' That's usually engaged. And this..." He puts it on Daniel's left hand, heart facing inward. 'Married and mated.' "
"Like a wedding ring? Or a bitemark? I have both Terry, why -"
"Why do you think Alphas never leave this to their puppies? Why do you think they're buried with them on?"
"Omegas aren't, didn't you say?" He bristles. "Please Terry, no riddles, this is your world."
He sits down. "Have you ever heard an Alpha who would seek another mate?"
"Yes, actually -"
"It's awful, Daniel." He shakes his head. "Before you mate, three heats are better than two, but as soon as you mark your love... Ashes. That's all you taste. It's unthinkable."
He looks pained. "You'd say that -"
"I didn't say that before, I never wanted to say that," he answers, a little short. "But mated, truly mated, Alphas can never part. You're like air to me, Daniel. Take you away and I'm choking."
"Terry, enough -"
"But for omegas it's different."
He looks at him, silent.
"Not every love lasts." He looks away. "The Atlantic has claimed so many Alphas who tried to provide for their mates..."
"Stop being morbid. Please!"
He shakes his head. "Nobody would fault a widowed mate for finding another. They'd have to, for survival's sake. So they take off their wedding ring, don't they? Give them to Alpha pups to propose with?"
Daniel nods.
"Not this," Terry says. "Not if you don't want to. You put it on your other hand and turn away the heart... But it's still there. The love meant something. Even if life broke it. It meant something." He cradles his mate's hands, kisses his fingers. "Maybe some day... you'll want to show the world it meant something."
Daniel's eyes are glistening with tears. "I can't wear this now, Terry, it's too fresh..."
"I know. I won't ask." He takes the ring off, puts it back in the box. "I only wanted you to have it."
"Thank you," Daniel says softly.
*
It's a rainy Monday night when Daniel helps him into his coat, hands him his hat, his gun. Then the merest glint of gold.
He gapes as his mate smiles.
"You like that, huh?" He reaches up. "I've ordered yours. It's silver. ...Terry?"
They kiss till their lips bruise.
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Chapter 27
Anthony Ramos pov: i set alarm to get up early and set up stuff for our anniversary I set Ballons and decorations and stuff when I was finished I hummed while cooking our breakfast she walked out our room "morning beautiful" "BABE WHAT IS ALL THIS" she runs Into my arms "happy anniversary" "well this makes my gift irrelevant" "don't say that" "it's true" "let me finish our breakfast then we'll talk" I get back to cooking "BABE WHERES EMMY" "my dads house" "ok make sure to tell me in the future" "ok sorry" "it's good" we sat down and ate our food I showed her what I did around the house and my gifts "you proposed to me with what the heck I gotta do" "sure did" "well I'm singing helpless" "Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (hey, hey, hey)
I do, I do, I do, I do (hey, hey, hey)
Hey (hey, hey)
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (hey, hey, hey)
I do, I do, I do, I do (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Boy, you got me helpless
Look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit
I'm helpless
Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em
I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight
We were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night
Laughin' at my das as he's dazzling the room
Then you walked in, and my heart went "boom"
Tryin' to catch your eye from the side of the room
Everybody' talking and the band's top volume
Grind to the rhythm as we whine and talk about crimes
Grab my friends and whisper, "Yo, this one's mine"
My dad made his way across the room to you (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
And I got nervous, thinking, "What's she gonna do" (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
he grabs you by the arm, I'm thinking "I'm through" (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Then you look back at me, and suddenly I'm helpless
Oh, look at those eyes, oh (look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit)
I'm helpless, I know (down for the count and I'm drowning in 'em)
I am so into you
(Look into your eyes and the sky's the limit) I am so into you, I'm helpless
(I know) I'm down for the count, and I'm drowning in 'em
Where are you taking me?
I'm about to change your life
Then by all means, lead the way
Y/n Terrell , it's a pleasure to meet you
Terrell? My friend
Thank you for all your service
If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it
I'll leave you to it
One week later, I'm writin' a letter nightly
Now my life gets better every letter that you write me
Laughin' at my friends 'cause she wants to form a harem
I'm just sayin', if you really loved me, you would share him (ha!)
Two weeks later, in the living room stressin'
My father's stone-faced while you ask him for his blessin'
I'm dying inside as you wine and dine
And I'm tryin' not to cry, 'cause there's nothing that your mind can't do (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
My father makes his way across the room to you (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
I panic for a second, thinking we're through (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
But then he shakes your hand and says, "Be true" (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
And you turn back to me smiling
I'm helpless (I'm)
(Look into your eyes, and the skys the limit)
I'm helpless (helpless)
(Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em) (Whoo! Helpless) that boy is mine, that boy is mine
Look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit
I'm helpless (helpless, whoo!)
Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em (yuh)
Y/n, I don't have a dollar to my name
An acre of land, a troop to command, a dollop of fame
All I have is my honor, a tolerance for pain
A couple of college credits and my top-notch brain
Insane, your family brings out a different side of me
Peggy confides in me
Angelica tried to take a bite of me
No stress, my love for you was never in doubt
We'll get a little place in Harlem and we'll figure it out
I've been livin' without a family since I was a child
My father left, my mother died, I grew up buckwild
But I'll never forget my mother's face, that was real
As long as I'm alive, y/n, swear to god you'll never feel so
I do, I do, I do, I do
Y/n, I do, I do, I do, I do (helpless)
I never felt so (helpless)
Yeah, yeah
Down for the count and I'm drownin' in 'em (I'm down for a count and I'm...)
Yo, my live is gon' be fine 'cause y/n's in it (helpless)
I look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit, I'm (helpless)
Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em
In New York, you can be a new man
In New York, you can be a new man
In New York, you can be a new man (helpless)" "that put my gifts too shame" "liar~"
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34 Portland Row // part 2
SUMMARY: Lockwood and George explain a little, and Lucy finds out why Winnie left. Winnie's brother shows up at Portland Row??
NOTES: this is an oc insert but feel free to change the name and pronouns in your head. I'll try to use more gn terms in any other fics I write :)
I changed my mind it's now a Lockwood x oc B)
WARNINGS: mentions of blood, swearing, death
WORD COUNT: 1072 words
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
"Mattes?! Like the Mattes family, one of the richest families in London?"
Lucy gaped. She'd never expect a daughter of the Mattes family to live in anything less than a mansion.
Lockwood sighed. "Yes. Like that. She bought the house when we decided to start the agency. Said we needed to keep home and work separate."
George looked pointedly at Lockwood, urging him to finish the story. Lockwood glared at him before continuing.
"We had a bit of a row-"
"He means he risked his and our lives one too many times-"
"-and she left. Just a few months before we hired you, actually."
Lucy looked between the two.
"Okay."
Lockwood took that as permission to leave and take his teacup into the kitchen.
George sighed too. "It was more than just a row. He doesn't like talking about it because he said some… hurtful things."
"Ah."
Lucy thanked him with a nod and climbed the stairs to the attic room.
There was clearly more to Lockwood's relationship with Winifred than they'd mentioned. Lucy flopped into bed with a frustrated growl.
She'd thought they were done with secrets.
Lockwood had been staring at the ceiling for two hours now.
He'd tried hard to forget about his fight with Winnie, but the question had been inevitable. Of course Lucy would notice the door (she wasn't blind), he'd just (foolishly) hoped she wouldn't ask about it.
Giving up on trying to sleep, Lockwood threw back his covers and crept down the stairs to get a cup of tea.
He put the kettle on and sat down, memories of that night flashing through his mind.
The raised voices of Winifred and Lockwood followed by the slam of the front door.
"You promised me! You said it was the last time-" "Well it worked didn't it?!" "That means nothing if we're dead- if you're dead!"
Lockwood turned on her.
"I don't need you to baby me-" "Baby you- GOD WHEN WILL YOU UNDERSTAND? IT'S NOT JUST ABOUT YOU. That stunt you just pulled-" "That 'stunt' saved your arse, as I seem to remember. And what were you doing to help? NOTHING-" "DON'T YOU EVEN-" "Oh PLEASE. Let's stop pretending there's any reason you still work here other than your funding-"
Winnie pulled her hand back and slapped him. Her voice dripped with venom as she spoke.
"Anthony John Lockwood. You are the biggest, most massive PRICK I ever saw! Your family would be ashamed and I'll be damned if I ever come back here!"
She turned away but not before Lockwood spotted the tears beginning to streak her skin.
But he was still mad. Besides, she would leave anyway. Everyone did.
"WELL WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? FUCK OFF."
She hadn't come home that night.
When Lockwood had gone up the next morning to apologise, he'd found an incredibly pissed off George holding a hastily written note. He'd been shocked. This hadn't been their first fight but..
They'd only gotten back on speaking terms the week before Lucy had arrived on the doorstep. Even then, LOCKWOOD IS A DICK had been inscribed on the thinking cloth.
"Can't sleep?"
George leaned on the doorframe, a knowing look on his face. Lockwood offered a tight smile before getting up to turn off the kettle.
The sound of water being poured filled the short silence.
"I didn't tell her by the way."
George accepted his tea gratefully. Lockwood grimaced.
"We promised no more secrets." "So. You'll tell her?" "... Yeah."
On the other side of London, Winifred Mattes was suffocating.
Her dress was too tight, her makeup was millimetres away from being a face mask, and the idiot she was conversing with (if you could call it that) kept trying to stick his sweaty hand up her skirt.
She'd never have to deal with this shit if she'd stayed at Portland Row.
A tap on her shoulder provided a merciful refuge from the hell that was this party. Maybe it was her brother-
Her hopes were dashed when she turned around and saw her aunt.
"So sorry for the interruption, but I must speak with my dear niece." Claudia wore a polished smile, but her gaze was sharp, digging deep into her and pulling.
As soon as they were out of his range of hearing, her aunt scowled.
"Could you look any more uninviting?!"
Winnie internally rolled her eyes. Here we go..
Surprisingly, Claudia didn't make any more comments on her lack of interest.
"Would you like to explain to me why there is a ghost still haunting the Nightlock Hall mansion?" "I can't-"
"You can and you will do it alone, for that young man of yours. Besides, you've done it before. Do you know how this looks when my own niece, the co-owner of the house, is a bloody agent?! We cannot let them think you are incompetent. Do not bring shame to this family."
Winnie pried herself from her aunt's grip.
"I'll fix it."
She said quietly, stomach churning. Her aunt had complete control over her.
It was disgusting
The emerging morning light revealed Lockwood asleep on the kitchen table.
Lucy wondered briefly if she should leave him there, but decided to shake him awake.
He groaned. Lockwood's neck had been at an odd angle all night and now he was suffering the consequences.
"Lucy," He yawned, "I need to talk to you later."
She stayed quiet. So she was right. There was more to this Winifred situation.
"Toast?" She asked instead, sipping on her recently made cup of tea. A look of surprise flashed across Lockwood's face, before he nodded.
George chose this moment to reveal himself.
"Good morning."
Lucy jolted, nearly spilling her tea.
"GEORGE! When did -were you there the whole time?!" She set down her cup, watching him with wide eyes.
"Yes." He replied simply, grabbing. A cup of his own.
Lucy rolled her eyes, exasperated, causing Lockwood to smirk. Last night's conversation was forgotten… For now.
The rest of the morning was spent reading, chatting and in George's case, experimenting with the skull jar. It was, overall, pretty uneventful.
It had just started raining when a frantic knock at the door interrupted the quiet of the house.
"Door!" George called from the kitchen.
Both Lockwood and Lucy got to the door at the same time. Lucy eyed a rapier as Lockwood greeted the person at the door.
But before he could get past a friendly 'Hello', the stranger spoke.
"My name is Julian Mattes and I need your help."
A/N: okay but does anyone else just imagine Lockwood and Lucy having a moment and George just somewhere in the background like OMFG I'm trying to read here-
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Hola Dani 😊 ¿cómo estás? I saw on the news that Sri Lanka declared bankruptcy 😔 I'll be honest I don't know what that means exactly but it sounds bad, I hope you're well 💚
Where is the Fucking Wedding Ring?
This better not mean what I think it means!!!
THE BEGINNING
Aww look at my Maxwell being a little shit!! 🥰
“Math is stupid,” Rafael grumbles.
“Math is stupid!” Max yells.
Then both children just start chanting “Math is stupid!” very loudly.
I agree!!! Math is stupid!!! 😌
“No. I’m dead.”
The amount of times I've had to deal with this OMG!! Just offer a sticker to the alive ones and move on Magnus!! Or take a 5 minute break and go cry in the bathroom whichever works for you
#followmeformoretips!
Magnus turns around. He lets out a relieved breath. “Oh, Alexander! Thank God! These two heathens are being very naughty today.”
🤣🤣 is funny that Magnus thinks my twin will help... he's an Alexander!!!
Then the absolute bastard drops to the floor too.
Told you!!!! I AM LOVE my twin!! *represent*
Alec.
His boyfriend.
His husband.
His everything.
Why is this making me teary-eyed?? Very OOC of me!!
Max seems to be confused as to why Rafael is crying harder than him. Alec comes out after a while. He frowns at the children. “What happened?”
Oh no 😔 my babies!!
“Hey,” Alec pulls him closer by the arm. “They’re kids. They climb trees. They fall down. It’s normal.”
It is indeed very normal!! A couple of weeks ago one of my kids ran into a wall and almost past out, the next day he was fine 🤷🏻♀️
“Why do we have to study math?” Rafael mumbles. “We don’t need to know math.”
Right?? I mean we do need Math but still Fuck Math!!
“I’m gonna be a prince!” Max cheers, holding up the copy of The Little Prince. Then he frowns. “How do I become a prince?”
That's what I call 🕯MANIFESTING!!! 🕯
“I don’t care how long it takes or who I will have to fight,” Alec tells him, his blue eyes steady. “I’m going to change it.”
He is perfect!!! 🥰
How could he not?
How could Magnus not want to marry this man?
Only an idiot wouldn't!! My twin is a dream!!
ALEOQOWLL!!!!! OMG THIS SCENE!!! WHAT IS THIS SOFTNESS?? LDPAPQPQ!!!!!
“Magnus,” Alec says – the word a prayer. “Saya tidak bisa membayangkan hidup saya tanpa kamu. Saya ingin tua berdua dengan kamu. Saya ingin bersamamu selamanya. Kamu adalah orang yang aku tunggu selama seluruh hidupku. Akankah kamu membuatku pria paling bahagia di dunia? Maukah kamu menikah dengan saya?”
I screamed!!!!
That is so beautiful!!! Ok new life plan: step one fall in love with a person that doesn't speak Spanish... step 2: make them propose to me in Spanish and die of cuteness!!!
THE MIDDLE
“Well, you don’t have to get married for that,” Magnus smiles. “You are already the prettiest boy in the whole world.”
Rafe mi bebé precioso es lo más tierno que existe 🥰
Today is important for both of them.
Today is their wedding day.
I have been waiting for this moment for a million years!!! 😍🥰😍🥰
Maybe I could propose in another language!! I will have to fall in love with someone who doesn't speak one of the languages I already know!! 🤔
He wants to take Alec’s breath away.
He wants Alec to look at him and think Magnus is worth everything.
Done and done!!
“Alec!” Magnus gasps. “You’re not supposed to be here! Go away!”
🤣🤣🤣 he lasted too long!!
Magnus reaches out forward and grabs the hairbrush. “Don’t even think about it. I swear to God.”
🤣🤣🤣🤣 this is so funny!!!
Alec looks…Well, he looks like a prince.
He IS a prince, you're welcome!!
“If my life is going to be everlasting, I want to spend it loving you,” Alec smiles.
OMG 😍 song rec: I want to spend my lifetime loving you by Tina Arena and Marc Anthony
“Aku cinta kamu,” Alec reads softly. “Baby. Why didn’t you tell me?”
*adds that to my wedding plan* hehehe my partner is going to be a crying mess 😈
“Only the best for you, baby!” Alec yells as he runs after Jace.
🤣🤣🤣 who let these two idiots by themselves!!
It’s a necklace that hugs your neck tightly – kind of like a choker – and then moves lower with the little pearls and chains.
I need pictures of this necklace ASAP 😍
“It’s not a gift,” Shinyun replies. “It’s a piece from the museum. They lent it to me. Temporarily.”
Holy shit!! It doesn’t just look like art it's certify art!!! 🥰🥰 of course it was from Shinyun!! 🔥
And it belonged to a princess!!! 😲😲😲
“Don’t worry. I’ll come to your next one.”
Ok but... Can I be Shinyun’s plus one?? Let's be real she deserves an Alex too!!
Max tuts at that and runs down the aisle. Magnus laughs out loud.
I am love this wedding scene!!!! 🥰
He will remember the gospel from 1 Corinthians chapter 13.
As will I thanks to this story!!!
“I want you to wear this,” Alec whispers. “Only this.”
Father Enoch is always finding this horny bitches!!! Does he have like a radar or something?? Ding ding!! Must cockblock!!!
“Oh my god,” Magnus gasps and clutches at Alec’s hand. “Did you know about this? Alec! This is our song!”
That it's the song that has been making me cry for months now!!!
“I changed the law for you, baby,” Alec kisses his shoulder. “You think I won’t learn how to dance?”
I can't dance either!! I should add that to my wedding plan!! Also because it sucks being a latina who can't dance 🤦🏻♀️ must correct this unsexy behavior!!!
“Amor verus numquam moritur,” Alec reads the engraving on the ring – and gives it a soft kiss. “True love never dies.”
THE END
Oh no!! 😭 let's go back to Bali
Alec walks to barge into the ICU and shake the fucker and demand what had been so important?
It was the raisins Alec!!! Destroy them!!!
“We don’t know,” Isabelle had replied.
Really Izzy?? Now you're choosing silence!!
“He is very much okay,” the doctor smiles faintly.
🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼
“Rafael! Breathe! Magnus is fine! You need to relax!”
Nooo Rafe mi bebé precioso bapak va estar bien mi angelito hermoso... cálmate!!
“Rafael,” Anjali whispers. “Look at me.”
Ok everybody say thank you to Anjali for existing!!!
He doesn’t…He doesn’t know what to do when he goes in there.
My poor twin 😭 I want to hug him and keep him safe!!!
“What’s the point of freaking out?” Max shrugs. “It’s just gonna make you feel worse.”
Aww look at my Maxwell being so mature!!! 🥰
“He also said it might take 8 hours!” Rafael counters. He looks at Magnus worried. “Why isn’t he waking up?”
Magnus wake up!! I don't like this!! Magnus wake up!!! 🎶🎶🎶
Look at my twin following Anjali’s advice... that is one smart man right there!!!
“Do I tell Shinyun?”
Yes, tell her!! She's cool Alec, trust me!!
He’d rather not stay here while Shinyun held Magnus’ hand and whispered sweet nothings into his ear or sobbed into his chest.
🤣🤣🤣 She would never!!
“The last time I was sitting next to a hospital bed like this was when I watched someone who looks like him die,” Shinyun says, her voice low. “I’d rather not be alone right now.”
Please let this be the moment these two finally come together in the greatest that is loving Magnus Bane!!!
Alec resists the urge to flip a table or something.
That takes a lot of strength!! I would know 🙌🏼 also TWINS 😌
Please and thank you on the same day?
Baby.
Wake up.
You have to see this shit.
Yeah Magnus you're missing the sass!!!
She looks mildly annoyed. “What in god’s name are you talking about?”
SLSOQLWPWPQÑW!!! SHE'S GOING TO TELL HIM!!!!! MAGNUS WAKE UP!!!
She told him!!!!!!!!
“Don’t yell at him,” Alec scolds.
“I wasn’t yelling. I was hissing,” Shinyun corrects patiently.
Alexa play This is what dreams are made of...!!!
I AM LIVING MY BEST LIFE!!!!!!!
“He dated me because it was easy,” she says. “He dated you even though it was hard.”
Facts only!!!
“Come on, baby,” Alec whispers. "You like fighting, don't you? I need you to fight. Fight. Wake up. Come back to your family. We're right here."
He called him baby!!!!!! ALDLAPQÑ!!!
“Oh my god! Bapak is high!” Max gasps.
Listen I don't normally like this kind of behavior but Max needs to unleash the chaos and record Magnus right now 🤣🤣🤣
“No. He is the love of my life,” Magnus shrugs. “But you’re my favorite person.”
His fingers shake as he picks up the golden wedding band.
The Latin inscription, words from Alec’s heart, is still there - etched on the outside.
My heart!!! This is too much!!!
“In his jeans!” Natasha yells back after what seemed like forever. “Back pocket!”
SKAÑWLQÑQ!!! OMG OMG OMG THAT'S WHY!!!! OMG!!!
“Hey,” Magnus smiles. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything is okay.”
Everything is perfect!!!
Thank youuuu Dani!!! This chapter made me so happy!!! You are the Anjali of story telling!!! The Shinyun of angst!!! The Izzy of fanfic writing!!! The Catarina of fluff!!!! I AM LOVE YOU!!!! 💚💚💚💚💚
Aleeex.
Your compliments make me blush. Stop it!
I taught kids for like 8 months (because I thought it would be fun looool) and literally lost my will to live so like I FEEL YA.
the country is in deep shit. but the people are fighting harder than ever. it's very overwhelming to see. thank you for the love 💚💚
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A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother.
Medieval Au
Princess Y/N Stark of York New must marry a man chosen by her brother, by the time she is 21. Her brother's council have the perfect man in mind, one that is terrifying and hell bent on having his Queen. But Princess Y/N's heart belongs to another, and luckily so does her hand in marriage.
A princess is far more powerful than a king, my love. You have the power of merging families and kingdoms. You have the power of carrying hopeful heirs to the throne. You have more power than you know...'
Bold italics are flashbacks.
Series warnings: swearing, medieval views on women, arranged marriage, smut, bloodshed, violence, 18+ readers only
Part warnings: talk of arranged marriage,
<Part 8<
"What's the matter, Princess?" Lady Natasha asked.
The two of you were taking a stroll through the castle gardens before you had to begin getting ready for the ball. You had thought the time leading up to the ball would drag, giving you time to prepare yourself, but it seemed a month was no time at all to prepare yourself for meeting your possible future husband.
"Oh, nothing really, Natasha," You let out a heavy sigh as you came to a stop beside the rose bushes. You pinched one between your thumb and fingers, breaking the stem and lifted it to your nose, breathing in its floral scent. "Just dreading this evening, I think."
"But you have nothing to dread. It's just a ball, Your Highness." Natasha smiled at you.
You nodded, "I know but," You let out a soft sigh and looked at her. "I don't think King Steven will be attending." You frowned.
"There's still no word from him?" Natasha frowned.
You shook your head, "I don't think he's never attended a ball we've thrown, other than when he was at war." Your frown deepened at the thought of him fighting in battle. "It's not just Steven, I'll miss if he doesn't attend. There's James, and Samuel... anyone who comes with him, really." You chuckled to yourself, "They are far more interesting than anyone from here."
Natasha giggled, "I know what you mean, Princess."
You grinned at her. "I bet you do. How many times did you disappear with Sir James whilst we were in Brook?" You teased.
She began blushing and looked away. "You mean how many times did Lady Wanda disappear with Sir Samuel?"
Your eyes widened with a gasp. You reached out and took hold of her hand. "I thought it was just a crush?"
Natasha shook her head grinning. "Not anymore. Sir Samuel asked her to accompany him on a walk of the gardens multiple times whilst we were there, and they shared a kiss on the last night we spent there."
"Oh, wonderful." You sighed happily, "She deserves a little happiness. I'm glad she got to see her brother whilst we were there as well."
Lady Wanda's brother, Sir Pietro, was one of King Steven's knights. As a mark of respect for Anthony and the kingdom of York New, King Steven moved Lady Wanda to your court so she could be one of your ladies-in-waiting. It was two birds with one stone, he had no need of a lady-in-waiting in his castle due to the lack of female presence, and he knew she would be welcomed with open arms. He knew you would become one of her close friends in no time because you were such a caring and loving person.
"I hope you got to visit Sir Clint and his family whilst we were there?" You asked hopeful that your friend got to see the small family that she was so close to.
She nodded with the biggest grin on her face. "I did, Princess. Baby Nathanael is going to be strong like his father."
"I'm glad to hear. I must try to visit the next time I visit, Brook." You reminded yourself.
"Your Highness," Peter called out as he ran down the stairs and up to you and Natasha. You gave him a smile as you turned around to face him. "King Anthony wanted me to let you know that the Kings are about to arrive."
"Oh," Your voice was barely above a whisper. "I best, greet them then, hadn't I." You gulped, giving Peter a panicked look.
Peter stepped closer to you and gave you an encouraging smile, "There's nothing to fear, Princess. I'll be there to protect you. And Lady Natasha and Lady Wanda will also be close by. I'm sure the two of them can scare any unwanted attention off if you wish them to." He sent you a wink along with a cheeky smirk, putting a genuine smile on your face.
"Oy," Lady Natasha smacked the back of her hand against Peter's shoulder playfully. You let out a giggle as you looped your arm with Natasha's. "He's not wrong though, Princess. We'd gladly beat anyone you asked us to." She giggled making you laugh even more.
You nodded, "Yes, I do believe you would." You smiled at her. "But for now, we need to greet our guests or we shall all be in trouble." You smiled at Natasha and Peter. "Shall we,"
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"It's a pleasure to see you again, King Thor," You greeted the King of Asgard with a small smile. You began blushing as he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your knuckles.
"The pleasure is all mine, Princess Y/N. You are more beautiful than your portrait does you justice." The King of Asgard gave you a flirtatious smile.
Your eyes widened a little, "So, you thought I wasn't beautiful when you saw my portrait?" You asked playfully, not being able to help yourself.
King Thor's mouth opened and closed before he looked away from you and up to your brother who began laughing. "I-"
"You are a fool, dear brother," Prince Loki snickered as he stepped from King Thor's side and took your hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you again, Princess Y/N. You've most certainly grown into an even more beautiful woman than the last time we met." He bowed to you.
"Thank you, Prince Loki." You quickly withdrew your hand and stepped closer to your brother.
"Gentlemen, if you'd like to follow Sir Hank he will escort you inside." Tony smiled warmly at his friend and his brother. He turned to face you with nce the pair of you were left alone. "Not so bad, is it?" He asked with a pleased smile.
You hummed. "We've only exchanged greetings, Anthony." You sighed, looking over towards the gate with a hopeful look in your eyes.
King T'Challa, the King of Wakanda had already arrived and just like last time you met him, he was a kind man and didn't make you feel uncomfortable like King Thor had. The Asgardian king was also harmless, just a bit openly obvious of his... kingly duties towards women. Prince Loki however, you weren't so sure about him, he gave off unsettling vibes but you knew for sure he was not going to be your future husband. The deep scowl your brother wore made that obvious.
"Are we expecting anymore guests?" You looked away from the gates to your brother.
Anthony nodded, "One or two other kings whom you've never had the pleasure of meeting before." He smiled softly at you. "Why?" He asked with a raised eyebrow as you let out a disappointed sigh.
You shook your head, "No... reason... may I be, excused from meeting the other kings at this moment in time? I don't feel, all that up to it, and I much rather rest and be... fighting fit for this evening. I'll make sure to spend extra time with them." You gave your brother a tight lipped smile.
Anthony nodded, "Of course, Y/N. I'll have lunch sent up to you, for you and your ladies."
"Thank you, Tony," You leaned up on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to your brother's cheek. "Until this evening then, brother." You bowed to him before turning and leaving your brother's side.
It took everything in you not to show your disappointment or to let the tears that were threatening to fall to run down your cheeks.
"Come, Lady Natasha," You smiled at her as you once again slipped your arm through hers, "I'm to rest for the rest of the day until this evening." You smiled at her, "I'm going to need it if I'm to keep a fake smile on my face all evening."
Natasha nodded, "Oh, don't think it will be fake all evening, Your Highness. You seemed to genuinely smile when speaking to King T'Challa." She grinned at you.
You hummed with a nod, "I do quite like the King of Wakanda," You smiled with a slight blush. "He is a kind man, James said so himself," You wiggled your eyebrows at her making her giggle.
"And the King of Asgard? Is he a kind man?" She smirked at you knowingly.
You let out a soft sigh and leaned close so only she may hear your next words, "I believe his brains are in his breeches." You giggled along with her.
"I've heard he's a mighty lover, almost as if he was a God." Natasha whispered, "At least if you were to become his Queen that would be a positive. Most men are selfish lovers..." She sighed softly.
"Is Sir James?" You teased, letting out a playful giggle as Natasha let out a startled gasp.
"Princess, how dare you ask such a question?" She burst out laughing along with you. "I am in no position answer."
"You're not denying it either." You snickered.
As you came to your chambers the two of you stopped your giggling, bowing to the knights that were standing guard before heading inside. The door had barely been shut a minute before it was flung open and Lady Wanda skipped in extremely excited.
"Ah, Princess, there you are," She grinned at you. "I've been looking everywhere for you."
"You have?" You asked, sitting in the armchair that was by the fire. "And why would that be, Lady Wanda?"
"I've been making sure everything you require for the ball is prepared for you." She answered with a grin, "And your gown is just beautiful," She swooned.
"You really think so?" You asked. You chewed on the inside of your cheek nervously. You weren't sure if you had made a wise decision with your gown. It was most certainly different from the appropriate attire that a proper princess should wear. "I was a little worried it may perceive me as... a whore, or unladylike."
Both of your ladies-in-waiting let out a shocked gasp, "Princess, you can't think things like that."
"Lady Natasha is right, Princess. You will look breathtaking in your gown, I swear on the Kings life." She admitted.
You blushed at her words and gave her a thankful smile. "Be careful no one hears you say that, Lady Wanda." You smiled at her. "But thank you," You stood up from your chair walked towards her and Lady Natasha. "And I am sure the two of you will look equally as beautiful."
"Thank you, Princess," Both your ladies-in-waiting smiled at you.
"Now, there should be lunch on the way up, and I would like for the two of you to join me." You smiled at them, taking a hold of their hands. "Then I think, since the three of us have nothing to do for a while, we should take a nap." You grinned.
"Agreed!" The three of you began laughing.
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The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 16 of 18)
Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader
Word count: 3 K
Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...
As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?
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The Loss Of A Friend
You've never been to a funeral. Well, you did, but you were a kid and you didn't know the family friend who was being buried that day. In your child's mind, you didn't get why everyone was wearing black, in uncomfortable silence, crying all day long. You remember clearly that a blue bug got your attention, making your eyes follow its every move, making you smile despite the sad atmosphere.
It couldn't be more different today.
As the coffin is lowered into the ground, where Jason will forever rest now, you hold Billy's hand, the soft fabric of your black dress tickling your tights. You barely feel it though, all your sensations resumed to the weight in your chest, crushing, squeezing your ribs, smashing your heart.
You suddenly remember the day Monica introduced you to Jason. It was the Saturday before you started working at the pool, in the parking lot of Starcourt Mall. He had his little brother on one arm, and the girl walking beside him, tugging on the hem his shirt.
“So that's the new girl.” He said, a smile spreading across his lips as he reached out his hand for you to shyly shake. “I'm Jason, born to bear the weight of being Monica's cousin, but also the coolest guy you'll find in Hawkins.”
That, of course, started a small war of cheesy pick-up lines, insults, and sarcastic comments. You laughed, feeling easily welcomed by Monica's cousin.
Now, what gets your attention is how his young siblings cry, yell, calling out Jason as is he was just sleeping inside the wooden box and would wake up, smile, and start chasing them around again. He won't. Jason is only a memory now.
“I think we should go,” Billy says in a low voice, letting go of your hand to rub your arms softly.
Nodding, you let him guide you to his Camaro, driving you away from the sea of people dressed in black. You've known Jason for such a little time compared to everyone else here, who saw him grow up, studied with him, lived near him for many years. Your pain is just a speck of dust compared to theirs.
When you get home, the sun is setting. You decide to call Diane, just to make sure she's alright, but you don't tell what happened. It would make her come here immediately, and the last thing you need is someone else you care about being in danger. You have to lie, despite hating yourself for it, telling her that your voice is funny because you had to yell a lot with the kids at the pool. But it's better this way. There are more than enough people here you need to worry about.
“Come here,” Billy calls when you finally head to the bedroom. He sits in the bed, back against the headrest and you're quick to crawl into the bed and into his arms. “How are you feeling?”
“I don't know. Sad doesn't really explain it.” Putting your legs over his, you hide your face on his neck, breathing in your favorite cologne, the only one he uses since the day you told him that. “I can't believe I buried Jason. Jason. My crazy-ass friend.” Your voice cracks and you hold back a sob. “I'll never hear those stupid jokes again.”
“I'm so sorry, princess.” There's a pain in his voice too. Billy has been around Jason a bit, mostly with you. But you know he's actually sad because of how broken you are. You can see it in his eyes, that he wish he could take your pain away, and that he's desperate because he doesn't know what to do.
But there's nothing Billy or anyone else could do. You can't fight death. You can't hit it with a baseball bat full of nails until it gives your friend back. The only thing you can do is avenge him. Get whatever took him and destroy it.
“I wanna kill those Demothings.” The anger in your voice is tangible, and you clench your hands into fists. “I swear to God, Billy, I'll kill one of them myself.”
“Anger won't help. We need to be smart about it. We need a strategy.” Billy is often angry with things. Mostly with things that hurt you, but this time, you get why he's taking another path, trying to calm you down instead of putting more wood in the fire. “The meeting is set for tomorrow. We'll find a battle plan to kill those damn things.” His hand comes to lay on your thigh, fingers softly caressing your skin. “But for now you need to rest, ok? I'll cook something you like and then we'll cuddle watching some nice movie. How does that sound?”
“What if I cry through the movie?” You ask because more tears start rolling down, it doesn't matter how many times you try to get rid of them.
“Then I'll hold you tight.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Billy is kind enough to try and get you into some small talk. Nothing too complicated, nothing related to the Demothings or Jason. You're thankful for that. He even manages to get a few laughs from you, although they're always followed by a reality check when the events of the last two days hit you again, and the smile is gone.
A couple of hours later you're watching Jaws, your head on Billy's chest as you try to follow the events of the movie. But it seems way too fast for you, or it's just your mind that's refusing to process anything that's happening.
You just keep thinking about death. About how Jason's whole life was cut short. How all of his plans for the future were erased.
“Billy, can I ask you something?” Keeping your voice low, you speak up for the first time since you came to the living room after having dinner.
“Of course, princess. What is it?”
Biting your lip, you consider if you should really bring that up. It's selfish to talk about your future when someone else won't have one. But this whole situation made you want to make plans because it's a privilege to still be here. It's a blessing to still have time. “What you said to Joyce about... Marriage. Did you really mean that or–” Pushing yourself up from where you were laying on top of him, you take a deep breath. “–or were you just trying to get out of the conversation. Because it's ok if–”
“Haven't I made it clear that I want to be with you for the rest of my life?” He moves to sit up as well, pulling you close until you're placed in between his legs, a hand caressing your cheek. “Because if I hadn't, I'll make it clear now. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I don't know how it happened, and it did get me by surprise, but the day you walked in the Hawkins Community Pool, I knew something changed in me. I knew I had to get to know you, and I did thought it would pass, that I'd get tired of you as I got of the other girls, but I didn't.” Billy holds you closer to him, your foreheads touching. “You hit me like–”
“Bang.” You finish for him, the memory of the day he was unbelievably honest with you coming back. The day he admitted to you, and somehow to himself too, that he liked you. It was also the day he punched David, and the day he kissed your cheek, making your stomach burn like it has been set on fire.
“Like bang.” He breathes out, warm lips coming in touch with yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him as close as you can, the need to feel that he's here, with you, clouding the sound of the TV. Billy moves to lay back down again, and when you move to follow his change of posture, your knee slips and connects to his ribs. “Ouch!” He breathes out, cutting off the kiss.
“Oh, shit. I'm so sorry.” Covering your mouth, you bring the free hand to rub his side. “Sorry, baby.”
Taking a deep breath, he grabs your arm and pulls you down, making you collide on his chest, giggling. “Sorry. I shouldn't be joking around with you now.”
Squinting your eyes at him, you try to get up, but his strong arms come around your body, keeping you from moving. “I hate you, Hargrove.” The fake sentence is soon overcome by a giggle. “I'll kick you right this time, I'm warning you.”
“Oh, I'm shaking like a leaf.”
“Don't test me, Hargrove. Keep in mind we sleep on the same bed and I know all of your habits, baby.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mhmm.” Mumbling, you manage to stand up, moving back into a sitting position. You know he actually let you go, but there's no reason to acknowledge that. Taking a deep breath, the sudden happiness is stained again, as the memories crawl back. It seems like Billy notices because his smile softens. “I love living with you, you know that, right?”
“I love waking up next to you every morning.”
You can't help the smile that comes to your lips as you bend over again, kissing his lips.
On the next day, Billy calls Anthony to ask him to give you a few days off work. Obviously, you have to urge your hothead boyfriend not to curse the manager and risk losing his job. You feel fine to go to the pool, or you think you do, but the truth is you wouldn't be paying much attention anyway. And much to your dismay, Billy gets a total of zero days off. No discussion, what makes him hang up the phone so hard you thought he broke the poor thing.
Since you don't want to be alone, and Billy would absolutely never allow you to be alone in the house when you're friend just died, he drives you to Joyce's place, where the party will gather to make plans.
Saying it's hard to be away from Billy on the day after you buried Jason is a misunderstanding. Seeing him drive away from Joyce's porch makes you feel like he's taking your heart with him. He didn't seem pleased either, but there was no other choice. You wouldn't make him miss the day, since you know Anthony is a terrible human being, just looking for the right excuse to get rid of the lifeguards.
“Honey, come inside,” Joyce calls a hand on your shoulder. “Can I get you something to eat? We had pizza last night and I have a slice in the fridge.”
“No, thank you, Joyce.” Politely, you decline her offer. “Is there any bed I can crash in?”
“Sure. Come.” Walking through Jonathan and Will, you wave at them, muttering a good morning and trying not to cry at their sad faces. They know Jason was a close friend, and, like everyone else, they don't know what to do or say. “This is Will's and Jonathan's room. Just pick a bed.” Nodding, you choose the one on the left and lie down. “Do you need to talk?”
“There's nothing to say.” Putting your head on a pillow, you stare at the ceiling. You feel comfortable around Joyce, she has this mother thing about her. “I just want this to end. Before anyone else gets... Eaten.” The word makes you shiver as it brings the image of his body back. “I wish I wasn't the one to find him. To... See him that way. I don't think I'll ever forget that.”
“Honey, I'm so sorry.” She comes to sit on the edge of the bed. “When... When they found Will's body, it hurt. I knew in my heart it wasn't him, but the very idea of losing my baby was horrible. So I have an idea of how you feel. Losing someone is a pain that doesn't go away. You'll get used to it, but it remains. All we can do is learn to deal with it and honor them by carrying their memories.”
You're crying through her speech, and you can't help but sit up and hug her, crying on her shoulder. “We have to be careful because I can't lose anyone else.” You're not sure if she can even understand what you're saying, but since she nods, you think she did.
“Don't worry, honey. We'll all be alright.” She pulls away, rubbing both your arms. “The kids will be here soon, but feel free to stay here or join us, ok? Do whatever makes you comfortable.”
“Thanks.” Offering her a small, sad smile, you watch as she leaves.
You hear when they get here, the chattering starts, and you can understand a few words here and there. They talk about you, and about Billy and about the funeral. But soon enough it falls into the major problem. And that's when you tune out, staring at the ceiling, trying not to make yourself too comfortable in someone else's bed.
The only thing you want now is Billy. You want to go back to the time where there was no Demogorgon, Demowhatever lurking around. At least to you. It's weird to know what really happened in Billy's car accident, how he was almost the host for the Mind Flayer. You're happy it didn't happen, that he's here now. You need to thank Max for that, actually. If it wasn't for her and the others, your Billy wouldn't be here. He could be dead, and you'd never meet him. He'd never shoot glances at you, or drive you home, buy you tacos or punch David's face. Or kiss you, hold you, love you. The thought of a life without Billy in it is absurd. Now, more than ever, after you lost someone so dear, you have this need to be with him. Just to make sure he's here.
Breathing out and closing your eyes, your hand comes to hold the necklace. It makes you feel closer to Billy, and there is a silent promise here, one you hold close to your heart, together with the earring.
Eyes open, you get up of the bed. You don't care if you got days off, you have to see him. Even if it's just for a hug. Leaving the bedroom, you make your way to the living room, which is crowded.
“We wait until it's late at night to make sure the Demodogs are out, sneak inside the tunnels, and spill insane amounts of gasoline all over it. Get the hell out, wait until it's morning, and set the whole thing on fire.” Dustin says, hands in the air and a smile on his face.
He's kidding, right? He can't be suggesting that as if it's the greatest idea of the world. “Are you completely insane?” You ask, making your presence known. Arms crossed, your eyes scan through the party. “You can't possibly think this is a good idea.”
“I agree with (Y/N), this is insane,” Joyce adds, her face making it clear she thinks this idea sucks. “I won't let you do that.”
“But–”
“The point is to kill them without getting ourselves killed. And every single idea you come up with has a hundred different ways to get us killed.” Steve says, both his hand on his hips as he paces around the room. “Who thinks this idea sucks raise your hand.” He's the first to do it, and Joyce, you, and Jonathan do the same.
“Count Billy in.” You say, raising the other hand as well.
“And Hopper,” Joyce states, giving you an approving stare.
“It's six against seven. We're doing it.” Dustin exclaims.
“No.” You basically shout, not caring one bit if you sound bossy. All eyes lay on you as you struggle to keep it together. “We're not doing it and that's final.”
“I–”
“I just lost a friend and I will not let you do something that might just end up in another funeral.” There are tears threatening to fall again, but you hold them back. “So come up with something else.”
The silence is deafening. You know you're breaking down again, even though the tears aren't rolling down. Yet.
“Please. There's gotta be something else.” Lowering your voice and looking down at your feet, you beg. You can't even think about someone else dying. You couldn't bear it.
“I saw this thing at school. Like a robot with remote control.” Lucas starts. “If we could build a bunch of them and attach a hose, we could guide it inside the tunnels and spread the gasoline.”
“Yeah, but there are seven holes. Which means a lot of ground we'd have to cover.” Eleven adds as you make your way to the group, sitting on the couch beside Joyce.
“Let's blow up six of them.” You burst out, crossing your legs. “A hell of a explosion that would take those things days to dig it back. Then there will be only one way in and out. Find a hell of a long hose or just connect a bunch of them and a million gallons of gas. The robots will spread it then we'll just need a match.”
“That's good. It could work.” Nancy says. “But we'll need to chip in to buy all these things.
“Hopper can get some for free I'm sure.”
“We start right now.” Mike stands up and the others follow. “Let's get started.”
The rest of the day is hectic. Lists are made, one of the kids teachers come over to help with what they called a summer project. For fun. And the materials started arriving. You don't really know what to do, so you help Joyce make lunch, keeping up with her small talk. Joyce is easy to be around, and you like to hear her stories about Will and Jonathan. You even manage to show a few smiles every now and then. After everyone is fed, you finally sit on the porch, trying to help as much as you can. The kids are genius, literally building remote control robots from random pieces and the instructions from books. It's amazing. Since you can't really be of much help in this aspect, you join Nancy, separating stuff or doing anything they tell you too.
When the sun is setting, some of them had to go home to gather their stuff. They'll crash here and take the robot construction through the night. By the moment you hear the faint noise of Billy's car, it's just Joyce's kids, Steve and Dustin. Leaving the small pieces of metal you were shaping into tiny little circles, you stand up abruptly.
“Where are you going? These circles aren't going to make themselves.” Dustin complains, raising his hands in the air.
“Billy is back.” There's no need for further explanation, so you tiptoe among the stuff, careful not to step on anything.
“It could be anyone.”
“Dustin, is there any other car in Hawkins that sounds like that?” As you speak, the noise gets louder and Billy's car comes to your sight.
“She knows her boyfriend's car.” Steve jokes as you walk to the yard, smiling when Billy stops the car and comes out.
“Miss me, princess?”
“Obviously.” It's a feeling of pure relief to see him. It feels like it's been so much longer than just some hours, but you feel that you'll have this insane need to be around him for a while. Just to enjoy the fact that you're still alive. You can't help but wonder for long the idea of death will hover over you... Probably forever.
“You ok?” He asks, his hand on your hair as you have your head on his chest.
“I will be.” Remembering the audience, you pull away, standing on your toes to kiss him. “Dustin had a terrible idea but I made him change his mind about it.”
“How did you do that?”
“I yelled.” With no intention of further explanation, you turn at the guys. “I'll be back tomorrow morning, alright? Have fun doing crazy science.” Waving at them, you get into the car.
You would like to stay at Joyce's, keep helping as much as you can, but you feel like you need silence and peace. The kid's laughter and jokes make you feel better, but you know that you also need to let the sadness creep over for a while. Keeping it hidden, disguised, makes no good. So as you dry and brush your hair, waiting for Billy to finish his shower, you cry.
For Monica, for Jason's younger siblings, his mother, his father, uncle, and aunt. For every friend he made since he was born. And for yourself too. Jason was one of the people that you imagined you'd be around for the rest of your life.
You're dragged away from your thoughts by the phone's ring. Rushing to answer it, you find it's Joyce, kindly asking if you can pick Mike up and drive him to her place, and of course, you comply.
“Billy.” You call when you hear him coming out of the bathroom. “Joyce needs us to pick up Mike. Nancy can't stop what she's doing there.”
“Sure. Let's go.”
Being out at night makes you anxious, but you try not to let it show. Eyes on the road, you bounce your leg nervously, tugging on the seat belt. Billy notices, and a hand comes to rest on your thigh.
“We'll be fine. Relax.”
“I'm trying.” Stretching your arm, you touch his neck. “I'm sorry if I can't stop thinking about Jason and what happened.”
“(Y/N), you just lost a friend. My responsibility as your boyfriend is to hold and love you through this process. Don't apologize.”
“I don't want this to be your responsibility, Billy.” When he turns his head to look at you, you run your fingers through his jaw.
He takes a deep breath, pulling over by Mike's house. You were about to get out, but since he doesn't move, neither do you. Billy looks like he's thinking, furrowed eyebrows and distant eyes. “Billy? Come back to Earth.” You decide to ask, taking off the belt and turning your body towards his.
“To have and to hold. For better or worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health.” He squints his eyes through the words, trying to remember them. It takes a while for you to understand what he means, and when you do, your heart starts drumming in your ears. “To love and cherish till death do us part.”
“Billy...”
“It means I'll stand by your side. Not because I feel like it's my responsibility, but because I love you. And I'm more than happy to take the responsibility of being your–”
“Couldn't you save that up for, I don't know, someday when I'm dressed in white?” The words come out fast, and you're blushing hard, your cheeks burning. “No. You had to do this now. Drive me insane now in your Camaro.” You roll your eyes dramatically when his lips break into a smile, that smug, cocky smile he has when he knows he got to you somehow.
“Be my wife, (Y/N).”
“No.” It's an utter absurd how hard you have to fight not to say the exact opposite. You want to just burst out the word, here and now, because you're so damn sure you want Billy for the rest of your life. “No, baby. We'll graduate, save up money and you'll make a decent proposal.” You hope he can't notice your hands shaking as you step out of the car, almost stumbling on the sidewalk. His words burn through your mind, sending shivers down your spine. “I won't say I'll marry you in the middle of the sidewalk, in the middle of the night, in front of Mike's house.”
“Did I just make you nervous?” Billy's arms come to encircle your waist, his deep voice, and breath on your hair making you sigh.
“Shut up, Hargrove.” With the sweet sound of his laughter on your ear, you knock on the front door, trying to push him away before someone comes to answer. “Let go.”
“Are you using my cologne again?” As soon as he asks, you feel his nose softly rubbing your neck, what makes you giggle and try to push him away again, uselessly. “You are.”
It wasn't your intention to let him find out, but he always does. “Well, it was–”
The door is suddenly open, a yellowish light hitting your eyes as you try to stand up straighter. The woman standing there gives a step back as if she just saw a ghost. Her eyes fly from Billy and back at you, then all the way back to Billy. It hits you suddenly as you realize she's Mrs. Wheeler, the woman Billy was going to meet on the day the Mind Flayer almost got him. They haven't met or spoken since that day, and you weren't expecting her to look so... Perplexed. You try to read her expression, to understand what the look in her eyes means.
“Hello, Mrs. Wheeler.” You manage to say because Billy clearly won't even try to be polite. You feel his muscles tensing up, as he gets immediately uncomfortable under the woman's stare since she doesn't seem to even try to hide. “Sorry to disturb you. We're here for Mike.”
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🎥💕💔💎?
🎥 do you have any favorite scenes from your hyperfixation?
I have the Valkyrie Garden fight saved and tabbed because I go back and watch it so often. Swear at this point I could make a damn thesis paper on its narrative themes. The bar porch scene is also a favorite though that's less for it being deep and complex and more because I like seeing Sol and Axl interact
Also lowkey Happy spinning around in the chair and monologuing but not because I thought it was interesting and philosophical but more that it was like watching a zoo animal I wanted to throw pebbles at
💕 tell us about one of your favorite characters and why you like them!
Anything I could say about my usual big three (Bedman, Faust, and Zappa) I think would be redundant so I'll do another I don't ramble about as much even though I should.
Axl! My beloved trash man. I do genuinely love basically everything about this disaster. The shitty clothes are endearing. He's a dork. He's trying so so hard to be cool and failing basically every time. He's friends with some random vegetable vendor. He can absolutely be smart and thoughtful when need be but when need not be oh my god is there nothing going on up there. And I'll always love the concept of a fantasy world with extreme stakes and complicated lore and then there's just Some Guy uninvolved in basically all of it. He's just here.
💔 tell us about one of your LEAST favorite characters and why you dislike them.
Zato. I shall not continue because otherwise we will be here all day.
And though I always felt kind of iffy about her I've developed a dislike for Jack-O, I just really don't care for her personality and presence in Strive, plot-wise and gameplay-wise. She just rubs me the wrong way in so many regards.
💎 are there any fun facts or trivia that you would like to share?
Man, what haven't I already yammered about the kingdom come? I'll try and think of a couple
-President Vernon in the English Dub is voiced by former Dolphins member Anthony Alabi, which funny enough iirc Vernon mentions being a fan of American football.
-So far Ky has had a different dub actor for every mainline game that's had one- Liam O'Brien in Overture, Sam Riegel in Xrd SIGN, and Sean Chiplock in Strive, making him the character with the most number of VA's in terms of dubbing
-(Maybe less trivia and more just fun coincidence but I like that in Breath of the Wild Revali says he dislikes blonde knights with holy swords and went on to voice Ky who is literally all of those things)
-Bedman has the same voice actor as Marth in both English and Japanese
-For some reason in his AC art Zappa has six fingers on one hand and I'm not 100% sure but I don't think that occurs in any of his other character art or in his Xrd model
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I watched episodes 3 and 4 on the same day but I didn't want to send super long asks by putting them together. So, the previous ask was my thoughts on episode 3, here's episode 4.
Right of the bat... damn that's a bigass necklace prince charming. Hyacinth asking if she's gonna be a princess is actually so cute. I wish the younger Bridgerton kids got more screen time.
I love how the Prince's idea of a lovely date is to watch a fight lol! And Mr. Featherington promising to repay everyone back later just screams trouble to me.
Eloise the detective!! She will always be my favorite character I think. But damn I feel so bad for Penelope. I hope they won't be fighting forever. I loved their friendship.
I KNEW IT! Mr. Featherington you dubass you've bankrupted them! I hate that I feel bad for the Featheringtons now. I really want to hate her.
They kissed! But Anthony NOOOOO! Why is Simon so emo? And why is Anthony so crazy? Could you imaging if you had to marry someone just cuz you might have been seen kissing? The SCANDAL! Of course, it makes perfect sense that Anthony has to duel Simon and risk getting killed bc they made out! Oh no! Lmao could they be any more dramatic. Please.
How did no-eyebrow-girl Clarisse even see them in the garden? Shouldnt she be fake fainting over the prince? God this woman is so annoying. This whole episode, Colin is just getting dragged along into whatever shit his siblings managed mess up this time. Poor guy. "Oh good god! Did someone die?" lmao this man is such a mood.
Anthony is such an idiot I'm sorry, but seriously. You almost shot your sister! Did he not even see her horse coming? Does he not have eyes? Or ears? When will this fool learn?
Okay I have mixed feelings about the end of this episode. Simon made it clear he didn't want to marry her and that it was best for him to leave. She could've easily gone back to the prince who obviously into her but no, as soon as he turns around she's like "sucks for you bc we're getting married whether you like it or not"
Final thoughts on episode 3 & 4: I swear, these people are so overdramatic. They need to chill tf out. Also, Siena deserves better than Anthony. He can't protect her or even his own sister. He needs to get his own shit together before he can be with her. As for Lady Whistledown, I definitely agree that It's probably Penelope. All Lady Whistledown ever writes about is the Bridgertons and the people they hang out with most. And the stories always come out literally like a day after the scandal happens. I feel like Penelope's emotions towards Colin and Marina are going to influence her stories to try to make them to her advantage.
But seriously if my asks are annoying you lmk and I'll tone it down a bit lol
They are not annoying me AT ALL. I love them! (just know that I’ve only watched through episode 5, and willl watch 6 next week!). I totally agree that Anthony is epic thumbs down. What a dummy. And Penelope and Eloise are highkey my favorite characters, so I kind of like their fighting? I’m hoping it means an epic make up.
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Lie to me - C.E.
Youngblood Series
Chris Evans x Reader
'It's three a.m. and the moonlight's testing me. If i can make it 'til dawn then it won't be hard to see, that I ain't happy.'
Word count: 1,870
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Warnings: Little bit of Swearing
A/N: My first fic that is neither Sebastian nor Bucky whooo!
A Breakup was never an easy thing to go through. It was hard, full of pain and sorrow. At least that's how it should be, most of the time. That's how it has always been for Chris at least. He had been through some break ups before, being both the person who left and the person who's been left. He knew that it was hard for both sides, leaving a time of love and happiness behind and just moving on has always been a struggle. That were his experiences.
His last relationship lasted a whole of three years, and they've been the happiest in his life so far. He wanted to spend every second of his day with you, rearranging your flights so you could stay at his side a little longer whenever you visited him when he was away for filming. He believed you could've been the one for him, the one he had searched for all these years.
But that quickly changed when you decided that he wasn't enough. You two had a massive fight after you said you wouldn't be able to visit him in Europe, where he would be filming the next couple month. You had argued that you were busy as well. When he didn't calm down, you decided to leave and stay at a friend's house. After that, you only came back to get your things. You two were officially over.
It had been almost a month since you walked out of Chris' life, but he was still pretty much a mess. He still didn't know how he should survive the filming with the feelings he still had for you dragging him down.
If all this wasn't enough, a rumor that you had already found a new guy spread on the internet. There were pictures as well, but it was impossible to identify the man. But it was enough to make Chris feel sick. He couldn't control as his mind kept imagining you in his arms. Him touching you where he used to touch you, kissing you where he used to. His thoughts went farther, imagining you in the bedroom with him. Doing the things only he hoped to do to you. The mental imagines of you two made Chris want to throw up. He didn't deserve to feel like shit while you were already sleeping with another man. It wasn't fair.
The vibration of his phone snapped him out of his thoughts. He blindly reached for it from his spot on the couch, accepting the call without looking at the screen. "Yeah?" He rasped. He hasn't talked to anyone in a while. Apart from Dodger, obviously. "Evans! How are you holding up?" Chris blinked a couple times, confused who the hell was calling him. "Downey?" "Who else would it be?" Robert's voice was dripping with sarcasm, making Chris roll his eyes. "What do you want?" "I already said. Wanted to ask how you've been. With the break up and everything. We haven't seen you in a while." Chris sighed, his eyes closing as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't need people to be concerned for him. He obviously wasn't well, but that was his problem.
"Look, we care for you." Robert continued as Chris didn't answer. "There's a party at this fancy restaurant a lot of people are attending. I just want you to finally get out of the house." "I'm getting out of the house often enough." Chris muttered. "For any other reason than taking Dodger out?" Chris stayed silent, signaling Robert he was right. "You're coming. This weekend. I'll drag you there myself if I have to." Robert hung up before Chris could protest. He groaned in annoyance, letting the phone drop on the couch. He had no desire to go out. But having Robert come to him to drag him there would be even worse.
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As the evening arrived, he didn't know why but he was nervous. There would be tons of people telling him how sorry they were that it didn't work out with you. He shook his head, trying to get the thoughts of you from his mind. He wouldn't let you ruin his evening, he would actually try to have fun for once. He had showered, trimmed his beard and put on one of his favorite suits, a dark blue set with a complimenting bow tie. Robert had texted him the adress and time earlier, so he took a deep breath before making his way to the event.
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Chris almost didn't regret his decision as the evening went well, he actually managed to laugh and have fun. Only a few people tried to talk to him about the break up, but most of the time he could avoid the topic. Until you suddenly stepped in as well, another man at your side. He stopped the conversation he was currently holding with Sebastian and Anthony, his gaze shamelessly running over your body as his jaw slacked. You wore the dress he always loved on you, it hugged you curves in all the right places and it made him want to scream. Then your eyes met his, and the world stopped for a second. There were just him and you.
God, how he had missed you.
He send you small, forced smile as his heart thudded so loudly he was sure his friends around him could hear it as well.
You didn't return his smile.
Your gaze left his, continuing your way with the guy Chris couldn't recognize. His face dropped, a sigh escaping his lips. "She's not worth it." Sebastian tried to lift him up. Chris gave him a sad smile. "How long since you broke up? A month? And she already has a new guy?" Anthony added, a disgusted look on his face. "Talking her down isn't what he needs right now." Sebastian argued, rolling his eyes. "What else am I supposed to say? That it's completely fine that she comes here looking like this?" Anthony protested back. Chris clenched his jaw at the two of them. "I'm gonna get some air." He simply said, leaving his friends behind as he made his way to the terrace. For a split second, he let his eyes fall to you again. You were laughing, your eyes glowing from the light and it made his stomach clench.
As he got outside, he immediately took a deep breath, inhaling the cool air. It was already night, the dimly lit area instantly calming his nerves. Surprisingly, noone was there apart from him. He sunk down on one of the chairs, leaning back and closing his eyes. His mood was at the bottom again, all because of you.
"Is this seat taken?" An all to familiar voice made his eyes snap open. There you were, a small smile on your face as you pointed to the chair on the other side of the small, round table. He tried to gather his thoughts, you being close to him, talking to him again, made his head spin in excitement. "I-I, of course!" He stuttered. You sat down, inhaling the cool air just like he did a couple minutes ago.
"You look beautiful." The words left his mouth faster than he he could think, a dark blush immediately covering his face. You chuckled lightly and he felt his heart swell in his chest. He had missed this sound. "I wanted to apologize." You began, eyes on your lap. He furrowed his brows in confusion. "What do y-" "How I treated you. How I left you for the most stupid reason." You chewed nervously on your bottom lip, avoiding his gaze. "I didn't mean it to end like it did." Chris nodded as he let his eyes fall to his lap as well. He mentally thanked the owner of the restaurant for the lack of lights outside. Through that you could at least barely see the sadness on his face.
"Who's the guy?" You tensed at his question, your lip back between your teeth. "Someone. Doesn't matter." Chris' gaze fell back on her, hope in his eyes. "Do you regret it?" Your eyes met his again, your brows furrowed. "What do you mean?" "Breaking up with me." You jaw clenched as you looked away again, feeling vulnerable under his stare. "Chris, I-" "Do you still love me?" There was sadness and hope in his voice, making you gulp. "Chris, please. I'm-" "Just lie to me if you have to, i don't care." His pleading eyes never left you as you nervously pulled on the fabric of your dress. Your eyes closed as you breathed in before looking at him, a serious expression on youe face.
"I still love you."
Without another word, you stood up to go inside, leaving him by himself. He sighed heavily, running his hand over his face. He would never be able to get over you.
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It was the middle of the night when the dorbell rang. You were already asleep, but the constant ringing noise woke you up. "What the fuck?" You mumbled to yourself, rubbing your eyes as you checked the time. It was almost 3am. Who in hell would come around at that time?
Since your friend wasn't there to get the door, you dragged yourself out of bed. The ringing didn't stop for a second and it started to get on your nerves. "It's okay, Jesus Christ, I'm coming!" You opened the door, ready to shout at whoever was there for ringing the dorbell like a maniac. But when your eyes met all to familiar, warm blue ones, you couldn't say anything. You haven't seen Chris since your encounter at the restaurant about 2 days ago.
Chris' expression was unsure, but soft at the same time. "Did you mean it?" He simply asked, his gaze never leaving yours. "I-What?" "That you still love me. Did you say it because it's the truth or because i asked you to?" He stepped closer, but you didn't dare to move. He towered over you, his intense gaze boring into you. "The truth." He continued. "... Please." You sighed, your head falling foward. "I meant it."
It only took a second before Chris lifted your face to his by your chin, his lips capturing yours in a soft kiss. Immediately, your arms flew to his neck while his carefully squeezed your waist. It was all too damn familiar. You both almost melted on the spot, the feeling of being so close to each other again relieving. His lips curled into a smile against yours, causing you to smile as well.
Chris pulled away to look at you, a grin on his face. He was finally happy again. "I'm sorry." You mumbled. He shook his head. "Don't be. We both made mistakes, it doesn't matter." You smiled slightly before nodding. "But that you got another guy was mean." He added, his expression turning serious. "Only to make you jealous." You shrugged. "We didn't even kiss or anything." He sighed in relief at your statement. His lips found yours again, deepening the kiss this time. He still smiled into the kiss, he couldn't help it. He was finally back at his happy place.
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Nemophila and Chrono run away from eldritch being
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It was over. Hes a goner.
The cruise ship was gone, Anthony and the bunny girl were both dead, their bodies spread near him. His arm was twisting and turning with the black material his body is made out of.
And the worst of all, an eldritch monstrosity hovering above him, ready to strike. However, none of this suprised Chrono one bit. If he dies, the timeline resets. He has to wake up in that stupid bed again and live his entire life throughout again.
But perhaps this time he doesnt have to kill Timekeeper to get out. He can save Anthony. His arm wont blow up. There are endless possibilities on what could happen in the reset timeline.
Huge arms flung at him, ready to crush him six feet below. Chrono closes his eyes, bracing for impact.
..
.....
It never came?
The moment he opened his eyes again, he immediately recognized who was standing infront of him with a gigantic black hole. The hole must've swallowed the arm. "Mr. Nemo?!" The dragon man cried out in confusion.
Nemophila turned around, still keeping the black hole. "I came just in fucking time, huh? What the hell did you do??" The eldritch creature screamed in agony as the hole tore its arm off. The two men had to cover their ears to surpress the loud screech.
"What do you mean??" Chrono yelled, trying to get through the screaming being. Nemo was about to angrily rant at him, but he clenched his teeth. "...Nevermind! Whats the situation??" He yelled back.
"The-" the dragon man looked at his right arm which was still in the same condition. "This girl made the material were made out of into explosives! And then she turned into... that.. thing-!" He pointed at the three-eyed abomination.
Nemophila scoffed, then asked another question. "Have you seen any survivors?!"
This tore at Chronos heart more. He looked over at where Anthonys body lied, the giant sword still pierced through his chest. This wasnt his battle to fight. He should've ran away. "...none." Chrono sighed.
"What?! I cant hear you!"
"I said none!" The dragon man yelled, clearly upset. "Ughhhh!" Nemo gripped on his greatsword, dissipating the black hole. "Okay. Heres the plan: Im gonna buy you time, you run in the forest, I'll catch up and open a portal, and we fucking LEAVE."
The latter narrowed his eyes. "No, Im also fighting! My tail is still intact-"
"Chrono I swear to fuck, dont throw yourself in risky situations cluelessly!" The god gritted his teeth. "Youre in no condition to even stand up!"
To this, Chrono slowly got up, wrapping his tail around the blown up arm. "See, I stood up! You cant tell me-"
"W̷̝̌H̨͈̐O̯͗҉ ̳̃͢Ḁ̵̇R̶̠ͩĔ͓́ ̛̱ͭŶ͇͞Ǫ̘̿U̯̓͝?̸̞̃!̧̠́" the eldritch beings voice tore through the air, its three eyes looking at Nemo. "Y̢̥ͩO͎̿҉Ư̳ͤR̵̥ͭȨ̼̓ ̸̻͂N̯̉͠O̶̗͒Ť̞͟ ͉̓͟L̙ͭ͝I̥͛͝Ḱ̯͢Ḙ̴̄ ̩́͞C͚̔͞H͎̿̀Ȓ̵̗Ȍ̷̮Ń̶ͅÓ̦̕.̛̰͛ ͓͛́Ỷ͞ͅO̸̝̿U̳̔͡ ̤͋͢D̰ͯ͡O̴̭̊N͕̅͡T͚̑҉ ̨̜͛B̦ͩ̀E̟ͤ̀L͔̋͡Ö̢̼N͔̔͠G͚ͯ͝ ̷̭ͭH̨͉ͬË̻͢R͈͑͡E̘̋҉.̼̆͝"
Chrono was about to go closer, but was hit by Nemos sword so hard, he backflipped like six times towards the forest. "Dont be a fucking idiot and GO!" He heard the lobster guy yelling at him.
There was no time to think. He scrambled himself up and tripped into the forest, making a run for it.
"N̢͉̿O̷̙̓!̳̏͜ ̜̐͠M͕ͨ͟Y̦̿́ ̢̲̈́P̡̫̋R̮̄͝I̹͒͝Z̢̩ͫE̢͎̒!̤͛͏" the creature screeched, knocking everything down around it even more. "Ÿ̧̼O̦̓̕Ŭ̴͙ ̨̬̊L͉̄͟E̡̺͊T̗̈̕ ̪ͮ҉M̡̳ͥY̢̟͐ ̡̜̌P̜͒́Ȓ̸͕I̭ͦ͝Ẕ͗͜Ȅ̢͕ ̯̏͢R̼ͯ҉U̫ͣ͟Ñ̰͜ ̷̗̏A̡̗̚Ẁ̧̩A̬ͪ͞Y̬͐́!̼ͮ҉ ̜̆͞I̯̐͞'̤͊͢L͖̄͜L̊͢ͅ ̸͓̈́K͓ͨ͢İ̦͏L͎̎͡L̢͚ͧ ͓ͪ͞Y̡̜ͦO̧͖̾U̳̍͡!̧̫̋"
"Hes not your prize." Nemo simply said, summoning his greatsword and spinning it around in intimidation. "And Im gonna be the god who'll knock you out of heaven, scum."
The thing did not like that. All of its arms targeted Nemophila and flew towards him. But they were all caught by chains he summoned from small void holes. He put away his greatsword, even more chains coming out and wrapping around the abomination. "Youre not even worth fighting. Thats how much of a lowlife you are." He turned around and began to run.
"I̛͚͛ ̠͗͏W̰͆͏O̢̞ͨN̪̉҉T̛̰ͪ ̳͗̕L̷͈̽E̴̅ͅT͓ͩ̀ ̢͉̾Y̸̦̓Ỏ̡̭Ȕ͓͢ ̷̲̓G̝ͬ͘E̡͙͑T̻̊̕ ̤̌̕A̢̗͆W̺̔̀Ȁ̵̺Y̯͌͞!͕ͭ́!͙̒͟" the eldritch screamed, slowly tearing apart the chains. More kept coming from Nemo trails, but that didnt stop it from going after him.
Meanwhile, Chrono was running as much as he could. But unlike gods, his stamina was limited. He was walking by the time Nemo found him. "Mr. Nemo-" "run! We dont have time." He grabbed the dragon mans free arm and flung it around his shoulders, supporting him.
They were now both running from a screaming and wailing monster, who was destroying everything in its way. Once it got a bit quieter, Nemo threw the latter onto the ground and summoned his sword.
Flunging it in the air, a portal opened up. Chrono couldnt utter a word, because the god immediately knocked him in. He was about to go too, until a familiar someone caught his eye. But he paid no mind to him, and jumped in the portal.
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¨i still have your phone number memorized even though i haven’t called you since we split and somehow i remembered it even though i’ve had like six shots of bourbon and hey, i know you’re pissed that you’re here at this dingy club at 3 in the morning to pick my drunk ass up, but you have to admit that’s pretty impressive¨ AU ~~ as frostiron. When you're finished I'll prompt you for more of those amazing au's :)
“I'm gonna write a quick angsty drabble”, shesaid. Now, 3294 words later... anyway. Hope ya like it, love, I don'tknow if I do, I'm tired, it's late, I need sleep.
Tony had deleted Loki's number from his contactsweeks ago so he wouldn't get drunk and tempted to do exactly what hewas doing now. Turns out his memory was better than he had givenhimself credit for, because even with Lord knew how many shots he'dhad and at oh-god-o'clock in the morning, he'd managed to type in thefamiliar numbers. It had seemed like a good idea, too, until Loki hadactually picked up.
“Hello?” Groggy, rough from sleep, a littleconcerned. Of course. It wasn't like he got calls in the middle ofthe night all the time. “Who is this?”
“Heyyy.” Tony greeted, drawn-out and a littlegiggly. “Din't think you'd be pickin' up. Din't think I'd get yournumber right, actually.” He slouched in his chair, chin propped upin his hand, and listened to the silence on the other end of theline. “'s 'cause I'm a genius,” he added. “Numbers are nice.Helluva lot easier than people, too.”
There was another moment of silence from Loki. Then:“How many drinks have you had, Anthony?”
Tony hummed contemplatively while he considered thequestion, eyeing the near-empty bourbon in front of him. After a fewseconds, he answered with absolute certainty: “All of 'em.”
Somewhere behind him, there was a crashing noise and laughter.
“Are you home?”
“Nahhh. 's kind of empty.” Tony traced patternson the wood of his table morosely. “Flat's too big for one person.”His words were slurring together as he spoke, but he couldn't reallybring himself to care.
Loki muttered something under his breath that soundedlike it might be Norwegian. Cursing, probably. There was the rustleof movement, fabric. “Is someone with you?”
“Nah,” he repeated, slouching down in his seat.“Jus' me. An' the bourbon. Tastes like shit, too.” He reached forhis glass, downed the last finger still left and waved an unsteadyhand in the direction of the bartender.
“Where are you?” Loki's tone was clipped, curt,hell, even to Tony it was obvious that the man was pissed, but hehadn't heard his voice in weeksand he'd missed it, damn it. He missed Loki. “Anthony.” Nobodyever called him Anthony. With anyone else, it would annoy him, butLoki made it sound different. “Stop. Tell me where you are, now.”Had he been talking out loud? “Yes, you have.” Loki groaned.“Gods, you're plastered. Anthony, I need to know where you are.”
“Oh,” Tony madeeloquently. “'s the bar– the one you din't like. Said it's got noclass.” He giggled, then hiccuped. “You were right, too, thisplace is a mess. I'm a mess. Loki, I'm a mess.”
“I can hear that.” Asigh, sharp, annoyed, short. “Stay.”
The line went dead.
Tony stared at hisphone for a few moments, letters and numbers blurring, before hedropped it on the table when the waiter placed another shot in frontof him. He snatched the glassimmediately, liquid sloshing out over his fingers when he pulled ittoward him and downed half of it. It burned in his throat and madehis stomach churn and he wanted to cry or throw up or maybe both. Hewas probably going to end up doing both.
He'd been doing both a lotthe past few weeks. Calling Loki, that was new.
“Stupid,” he murmuredunder his breath, dropping his head into his hands. “Fuckin'stupid. Idiot.” They'd kept up radio silence until Tony just had togo and drunk-call his ex. Genius indeed.
Tony wasn't sure how muchtime passed just sitting there, musing and feeling sorry for himself,a finger absently tracing the rim of his glass. He was about to liftit again to drain it, call it a night, go home and wallow in selfpity where he had a bed, when paler, slender fingers wrapped aroundit and set it down out of his reach.
Surprised, he lookedup. Met Loki's eyes, narrowed, lips pressed into a thin line, hairhaphazardly pulled back into a loose bun at the back of his neck,dressed in a loose hoodie andjeans. Looking pissed.
“You're here,”Tony heard himself say, or at least he thought that was what he said.His tongue felt heavy and clumsy inhis mouth, words slurring together.
“Astute as ever,” Lokiresponded. “Up. Come on.” He sounded just as clipped as on thephone, expression unreadable.
Tony beamed at him.“You gotta admit s'impressive,” he slurred while he stumbled tohis feet, steadying himself on the table. “Didn'tthink I'd get enough brain cells together to actually remember yournumber.” He took a step forward and promptly stumbled when theworld started spinning wildly. “You always told me I was smart,”he murmured, muffled by the fabric of Loki's hoodie.
“I'm doubting it rightnow,” Loki muttered, grabbing a hold of Tony's arm to sling it overhis shoulder. The other wrapped around Tony's waist and he leanedinto Loki's side heavily, inhaling deeply.
“I still gotta...”He waved his free hand in thegeneral direction of the bar counter, hoping that Loki could fill inthe missing words.
He felt more thansaw the taller man shake his head. “I covered your tab, just get inthe bloody car. If you throwup on my upholstery, I'm going to make you walk.”
Tony murmureda quiet “charming” beforehe fell silent, eyes half-closed while he let Loki lead him. Heconcentrated on keeping his liquor down. Hereally didn't feel like walking.
He made a quietnoise of protest when Loki more or less dropped him in the passengerseat of his car and went around to get to the other side. Tonyslumped in his seat, head tilted back to stare at the roof of thecar. They'd done thingsin this car, he remembered fondly, things that involved him somehowfolding himself into the space between passenger seat and back seatand Loki's hands in his hair, hushed, breathless praise andencouragement in the air.
The slam of the driver's side door closing jerked himout of his reverie and he looked over just as Loki glanced at him andheaved a sigh.
“For pity's sake, Anthony.” He leaned over andfor a second, Tony thought he was going to kiss him, tilted his headexpectantly, but then Loki just reached over him to fasten hisseatbelt and then dropped back against his own seat to do the samefor himself.
Of course.
Tony slumped into his seat, arms crossed and a pouton his lips. “I don't wanna go home.”
“Good, because I am not driving across town just todrop you off there,” Loki shot back while he pulled out of theparking lot. “Why did you even bother driving this far to getdrunk? There's enough bars around your block, this was hardlynecessary.”
“We met here.” Tony turned his head, watchedLoki's profile, illuminated every few seconds when they passed undera street light. “You were with Thor an' the other blond guy an' Ipicked a fight with Thor an' you told him he was...”
“I remember,” Loki cut him off, keeping his eyesso fixed on the road it must hurt his head. His knuckles were whiteagainst the steering wheel.
Tony watched for a few seconds, words bubbling up inhis throat, and he meant to keep them to himself, he really did, buthe found himself whispering an “I miss you” anyway.
If possible, Loki's grip seemed to get even tighter.“Don't,” he snapped, sharp, and Tony flinched and turned his headto stare down at his hands in his lap.
“Loki, I'm sor–”
“I said don't,”Loki cut him off again.
This time, helistened. They spent the rest of the brief ride in icy silence, Tonytwiddling his thumbs andpicking at his nails, eyes falling shut every so often before a holein the road made him jerk awake again. He was feeling tired andnauseous and ten more kinds of miserable, especially knowing thatLoki was right here and Tony had screwed up, he'd screwed up so bad–
He stayed silentwhile Loki got him out of the car and up the stairs to his apartment,half-dragging Tony along as he went, andonly when they were at thedoor to the flat and Loki was fumbling with his keys did Tony curlinto him further, burying his face in the other man's neck. He couldfeel Loki tense slightly, but then the door was clicking open and hewas being hauled inside.
“Alright, get onthe couch,” Loki commanded, attempting to dislodge Tony's hold onhim, but Tony just threw his other arm around Loki's shoulders aswell and breathed in deeply, face still tucked against Loki'sshoulder. “Anthony. Get off of me. Geton the bloody couch.”
“No,” hemuttered, slightly muffled, and then “no”with more determination, andhe wasn't sure whatbroke the dam but suddenly he was talking, babbling.“Look, Lokes, I knowI fucked up, I'm sorry, I didn't know how to– I don't know, Ican't–”
“Anthony, stop.”For the first time, Loki's cold, annoyed demeanour cracked, togetherwith his voice. “Quit it.”
Tony clung to hishoodie tighter in response, shoulders shaking and breath coming inshort, hitched gasps. “Please, Lokes, 'm sorry, really, I–please, lemme fixthis, I love you, I do, I swear, andI shouldn't've run, but I don't know how this, I don't know how to–”
“Shhhh,” Lokimade, and it sounded soft,almost sweet, and then he was wrapping his arms around Tony andslender fingers were carding through his hair gently. “Hush,darling. Shh.” He kept up the soothing, repetitive motion and letTony cry, messy andugly and with tears soaking his hoodie, while Tony chided himself forever, ever lettingthis go in the first place. “Let's get you to bed, come on,” Lokimurmured in his ear, quietly.
“Please,” Tony chokedout, not sure what he was asking for, tightening his grip. He turnedhis head to the side, pressed a kiss to Loki's neck and felt himfreeze. Placed another kiss right under his jaw, got onto histip-toes to reach his cheek–
Yelped in shock whenLoki shoved him away forcefully enough that his back hit the wallbehind him.“I told you tostop,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “You're drunk, I am nottouching you when you're like this, get in the bedroom.” With that,he turned on his heel and disappeared toward the kitchen.
Tonystayed where he was, let his head drop back against the wall with hiseyes squeezed shut. Stupid,he chided himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Heshould have never called Loki, he shouldn't have let himself betempted like this, shouldn't just have assumed that Loki wanted himback–
The way to thebedroom, achingly familiar, was made in small, stumbling steps andTony wanted to cry again when his face hit the pillow and he inhaledslowly, basking in Loki's scent while he blearily kicked off hisshoes and curled up on top of the covers. He was exhausted, had beenfor weeks now. He was ready to crash, already half-asleep a fewseconds after he'd closed his eyes.
Distantly, he heardLoki enter the room and set something down on the night stand firmly.“Drink,” he ordered. Then, quieter: “For heaven's sake.” Tonyfelt a hand on his shoulder, turning him around, then a glass wasbeing pushed to his lips and he obediently parted them, draining theglass and spilling surprisingly little of it.
He thought he feltLoki's lips pressing against his hair for a moment after he'd droppedback into the pillow, but it was probably his imagination, and hesuddenly felt too worn out to care.
…
Tonywoke with a low, pounding headache and a feeling in his mouth likesomething small had curled up and died there. He muffled his groaninto his pillow and considered rolling over and going back to sleep,but he spotted a glass of water and painkillers on the night standwhen he reluctantly blinked his eyes open, so he sighed and draggedhimself up, downing two of the little pills and emptying the glasscompletely.
Herubbed a hand over his face while he willed the effects to kick inquickly, swinging his legs out of the bed. Yesterday'sclothes,he noted absently. Classy.Far from being awake, he shuffled into the bathroom, and plucked histoothbrush out of its holder, determined to get the foul taste out ofhis mouth.
Itwas only halfway through brushing his teeth, staring at himself inthe mirror, that he realised thatwasn't his mirror.It hadn't been his bed, either.
“Ohgod,” he muttered, mouth full, and numbly bent down torinse. “Oh, god.” He splashed some cold water in his face, ranhis wet hands through his hair to get it into some semblance oforder, and then met his own gaze in the mirror, cheeks red withhumiliation. “You fucking moron,” he told himself.
Hedried his hands and face off with a towel and straightened hisclothes as best as he could. Fiddled with the buttons of his shirt.Stroked some more stray strands of hair back, washed out the sink,wondered why Loki hadn't thrown his toothbrush out two months ago.
Whenhe realised he was stalling, putting off the inevitable, he forcedhimself to straighten up and take a breath.
Hewas a fucking mess without Loki. It was pathetic.
Bitingthe inside of his cheek, he stepped back into the bedroom, gatheringup his shoes from where he'd kicked them off, and then slowly steppedout into the living room.
Lokiwas curled in his armchair, in the hoodie and pants he'd worn lastnight, hair let down and glasses perched on his nose. There was abook on his knees and a mug of hot chocolate, probably cold by now,on the table next to him. He didn't look up.
“Hey,”Tony greeted softly. Awkwardly.
“Morning,”Loki returned, still not lifting his gaze. His voice was quiet andguarded. “Did you find the painkillers?”
Tonycleared his throat quietly. “Yeah. Thanks.”
“Good.You know your way out.”
Heflinched at the clear, harsh dismissal, shifting on his feet for aminute. A great part of him was tempted to just turn tail and run,but he'd done that the last time and he could see where it had gottenhim. He needed to dosomething.
“Loki,look, I'm sorry for the way that I–”
“Idon't want to hear it,” Loki interrupted him, still not looking up,sounding strained, tight. “You know where the door is, Anthony, youhad no trouble finding it last time.”
Yeah,he'd probably deserved that one. “I know I wasn't being fair –”
“Youweren't being fair?” Loki echoed, and now he did look up. For thefirst time, Tony noticed the dark shadows under his eyes and hispaler-than-usual skin tone, found himself wondering if Loki had sleptat all after picking him up. The sound of his book snapping shutcracked through the room like a whip, making Tony flinch. “That'sone way of putting it, yes.” Loki got up from the chair, takingslow steps toward him. “You could have at least had the decencyto talk to me, you know, instead of just cuttingme offlikeI'm some... some...” He stopped halfway through the room, running ahand through his hair and shaking his head. “I'm not doing this.Getout.”
Tonystepped forward, a little defiant. “Come on, Lokes, you gottalisten to me at least.”
“Iwould have listened to you!” Loki snapped. “I would have listenedif you had talkedto me, instead of running off – you didn't answer your phone, youchangedthe keytoyour bloodyapartment,we had radiosilence.I resorted to asking your friends because I was worried sick. Thefirst sign of life I received from you in over two months was adrunkenphone call!” His voice cracked on the last word and he drew a shakybreath, turning away from Tony, who stood rooted to his spot, shoesstill in hand.
Fora few seconds, the only sound in the room was Loki's quick, hitchedbreathing. Then, Tony shook himself out of his stupor. He set hisshoes down gingerly and then padded across the room on his sockedfeet, approachingLoki and very carefully resting his hands on the other man's waist.When Loki didn't immediately shake him off, Tony stepped a littlecloser, fitting himself against Loki's back and wrapping his armsaround his waist completely.
Loki'ssigh sounded almost resigned.
“Ifreaked,” Tony began hesitantly, murmuring into the back of Loki'shoodie. “I... you have more stuff at mine than over here, I knowthat for a fact, I've been wearing your hoodies, and I have enough ofmy things hereto last me a few days, and– and we basically live together most ofthe time and it is so fucking weirdto wake up without you and we can tell each other 'I love you'without freaking out and I guess I just... I realised how goddamncommittedweare and I got scared I was gonna fuck up because it actually meanssomethingthis time around–”
“Youdid,” Loki interjected, and Tony ground to a halt, blinking inconfusion.
“Huh?”
“Fuckup. You did. You fucked up.” His shoulders were shaking and Tonyhoped to god that it was with laughter.
“GuessI did,” he muttered, then cleared his throat. “I was trying toget to a point here.”
“Praytell, what was it?” There was a trace of his usual sarcasm inLoki's voice and Tony almost cried with relief.
Tonybreathed in deeply, closing his eyes while he leaned his cheekagainst Loki's back. “The point being, I thought it was gonna bebetter if I pull out of this before doing it gets worse and evenharder later and I realised it was stupid a few days into it but Ididn't know how to tell you what was going on, I didn't know if Icould face you without panicking again, and so I kept up the radiosilence which was a dick move, I get it, but...”
“Yourpoint, Anthony,” Loki reminded him gently, and Tony nodded jerkily.
“Yeah.Yeah. Well, basically, my point is that I was being stupid and thatI'd never, everwant to not have you in my life, and I know you have every right tobe pissed at me and if I fuck up again you can kick me out and I'lldeserve it but I'd like a second chance please?” He'd gottenquicker the longer he talked, words tumbling out of his mouth in whatwas hopefully the correct order, and now he was holding his breathwhile he felt Loki's chest shake with a silent laugh. God, he hopedit was a laugh and he hadn't made him cry.
Hefelt more than saw Loki raise a hand to wipe at his face while hetook a slow, unsteady breath.
“Youare buying me dinner tonight,” Loki announced eventually and Tonythought he was going to sob with relief. “And if I hear youcomplaining about your hangover, I'm leaving.”
“That'sfair,” he agreed immediately, a little choked up. “Yeah. Okay.Let's do dinner.”
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