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sexyandhedonistic · 9 months

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Faith (and feeling) is the secret: A small success story and what you can learn from it.

Hello, my loves. It’s been a while since I’ve made any sort of post on this blog. Today I’m going to be bringing you one of my many success stories. As someone who’s very private, I’m always skeptical about talking about any of them as they tend to be quite personal and oftentimes require me to disclose details to provide context. Even in this one, I’ll be keeping it occasionally vague and change a few insignificant details to preserve that privacy. Nevertheless, I feel good about sharing this one because I remember drawing so many comparisons and turning to a lot of what Neville himself said in his lectures and I applied what I’ve learned from beginning to end. Anyway, let’s get to the story:

This happened some time ago, it doesn’t really matter when but I had found out that a favorite artist of mine was having a concert after tickets had started going on sale. The concert was in one of my favorite cities which was a bit of distance from me so I was open to going, but not particularly compelled to. When I first heard about it, I looked up how much of the seating was occupied just to have an idea of how popular this concert was.

I couldn’t even see the seating chart because it would halt me with a “there are no seats available at this time”. Knowing the law, if I really did want to go, what I had just read meant nothing in the slightest, so I wasn’t discouraged. I continued to check from time to time to see if anything had changed and I would bump into the same exact notice. But again, I was still open to going and what I had read held no value and my reaction was no different than if I had seen a stadium full of blue sections. It didn’t matter one bit. This went on for two months.

During that time, I found out that some of my friends were going, so now I was more interested in going as well. I hadn’t particularly assumed I would go throughout, I was always thinking of the idea rather than from it. So, although for the most part I had no solid desire to actually be there up until now, I still knew that if I wanted to, I could be. Not once through this entire time did I feel stressed nor desperate. I always had faith.

It was the month of the event and I still didn’t have seats, and then they announced a giveaway which I entered. The span to apply was approximately two weeks and they would announce a winner a week before the event. That very morning, I was still hopeful about winning. I felt good, I kept thinking about what it would be like to be in one of my favorite cities hanging out with my friends and seeing one of our favorite artists. And then I decided to induce the state akin to sleep to really place myself into that state of consciousness.

I would like to mention something very briefly here that I’m not sure whether or not I have previously brought up, but whenever I imagine during the state akin to sleep, I see it as death. What I mean by that is that I am conscious of being something I don’t want to be before I induce the SATS, and the goal should be to come out of that imaginal act conscious of being something else. That’s how you should always approach the state akin to sleep. Die to the old state and identify yourself with the new one.

Having already been in Los Angeles on numerous occasions, I drew the feeling from that. I recalled what the weather was like at that time of year, I remembered all of the landmarks I would pass by, I thought about how happy I would be to see my friends, how excited I would feel to see one of my favorite artists perform, and I mentally placed myself in that city. I was no longer sitting in bed within four walls miles and miles away. I was in Los Angeles. I was surrounded by the hot weather telling my friends how happy I was to see them and I heard them say it back to me. I saw the lights and the streets, I felt the butterflies of making my way to the venue and finding my seat. I took all of those feelings and really let myself sit and become fully drenched in them until I felt happy to be there. (And I remembered to think from the end and not of the end. Remember that this is key. If I simply thought about being there, it would create no shift in consciousness.) I kept focusing on that feeling, I didn’t have a particular scene in mind, I was simply focusing on the senses and the emotions of being there. I felt happy that I was able to make it, I was thinking about how glad I felt for not taking no for an answer and the memory of the present moment of me inducing the SATS was something I had done last week.

I wasn’t keeping track of the time I was in that state, but it was roughly an hour. I hadn’t slept and the sun was starting to rise when I pulled myself out. I felt satisfied with my prayer and I reminded myself that if for whatever reason I felt uncertain I could simply do the same, so I felt good. I wasn’t anxious about whether or not I had done enough because I knew praying and accepting that it was happening was all I had to do and soon enough I’d be making my way to LA.

Then I went to sleep. The winners were to be announced in a few hours and shut my eyes assuming I would wake up to the good news. However, I didn’t win the giveaway, but I was a runner up and I was given access to purchase tickets at a heavily discounted price, which in itself was a good start to my trip to LA. I didn’t have a particular seat in mind when I saw myself there, but I did want to be close and I was (4th row from the stage). A seat that would’ve cost me about $230 went down to $60, so I snagged it. If you’re familiar with the You Are In Barbados story, this was my “Good news, Mr. Goddard” moment. It was happening.

I had my trip, I booked my flights, I prepared everything and within a week I was on my way to see so many of my favorite people in one city. I was ecstatic the entire time leading up to it and I enjoyed myself to death. The concert was on a weekend and I was back home by the time the week started. It was Tuesday and I was checking my inbox and for some reason I felt like going through my spam folder. And I came across an email that stood out to me.

It was an email from the event telling me that one of the winners hadn’t responded so I was next in line and I had won two tickets plus the opportunity to meet them. Now, I admit that I did think the giveaway was going to be the how in my story. When I induced the state akin to sleep, I didn’t visualize myself winning, I visualized myself being in LA because that was the actual end. What I most wanted was to attend the concert so that was the end I was living in. Yet, that email served as a reminder that if I really did want to meet them, I very much could have. That would’ve been the part where Abdullah would’ve told me, “Who said you are only attending? You are in Los Angeles and you met them.” If I had that desire in my heart, I would’ve remembered to remain faithful to that even after the giveaway had ended. Remember that it always comes down to persistence and brazen impudence when it comes to whatever it is that you really want. Know what you want and reject anything that isn’t it. Nothing more, nothing less.

I hope you guys enjoyed this little success story of mine and you can learn a thing or two from it. I know I’m always here providing advice to the best of my ability and this particular success story attests to the fact that I practice what I preach to you all. I’ve also told you guys before that when you all start having successes of your own, your faith in the law will only grow more and more. I speak from experience!

So my advice to you from this story, as I always have advised:

Know what you want. Have a clear idea of your desire.

Facts aren’t important. The 3D isn’t important.

Go straight to the end. You don’t need to become conscious of things in steps. (This is why I focused on being in LA and not on winning the giveaway.)

Have faith. Always walk by faith and not by sight.

The takeaway is to not worry about the how in the slightest, only concern yourself with what the end of your wish fulfilled looks like. It is yours if you truly want it. Focus on the end only, not anything in between. If you know circumstances don’t matter and you are limitless, that you don't need to worry about the how, the when, the why or the if, the only relevant question you should be asking yourself is the following:

Do you want it?

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stormkobra-5 · 2 years

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Birthday Wishes

Pairing: Poe Dameron x GN!Reader

Fic Type: Drabble

Summary: It’s Poe’s birthday, but he’s been so caught up in his duties that he didn’t even remember it. Good thing he has the best s/o and droid son ever, right?

A/N: Happy birthday (of an unknown year; how old is he turning? 36? I should know this...) to my gorgeous husband Poe Dameron, the best damn pilot in the galaxy <3

Notes: So, I’m trying out a new format here... I actually like it better. Think I might stick with this for all my fics.

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Poe counts as his own warning tbh, and so does Beebs being the best droid son ever. There’s some implied suggestive themes. Otherwise, none that I can think of.

Poe massaged his temples, desperately trying to keep from just dumping all of his general duties on Finn and going to go take a three-day nap.

Or flight. He probably couldn’t sit still for that long.

Better yet, a three-day flight in an area of space where he can nap in the cockpit. That’s the dream right there. The war may be over, but there’s a new one with only Finn and Poe on the front lines: being in charge of rebuilding. It’s a struggle— financially, physically, and politically— for the victorious New Republic to assist the vast colonies throughout the galaxy in their healing process, much more of one to deal with the endless streams of paperwork, of unsatisfied citizens and leaders, or pushy ones. It seems like every day there’s a flood of new problems on top of yesterday’s, and Poe’s not sure exactly how much he can take before he grabs you in one arm and BB-8 in the other to take off to Yavin IV.

Finn nudged him pointedly with an elbow, and Poe tiredly lifted his head to try and listen to the words coming out of Connix’s mouth. He barely heard any of the rest of her words, instead saying what he always did when things became too much for him: “Thanks, Connix. I’ll look over the details again later.”

Understanding, Connix nodded with sympathy before departing to continue her daily tasks. Finn regarded him curiously. “You alright, man?”

“No,” Poe huffed. “I’m tired. I’m hungry. I’m antsy. I wanna sleep for a couple days and do some barrel rolls in my ship. Maybe I’d like a nice relaxing picnic with Y/N or some rounds at the shooting ring.”

“Those are some... varying emotions,” Finn replied after a second, stifling laughter. “You seen ‘em today? Y/N?”

Poe shook his head. Another reason he was so irritated today. He was woken up at 4:00 AM by Beaumont Kin knocking on his bunk door and demanding his presence urgently, and as it turned out, one of their transports had caught fire due to some iffy wiring. It would’ve been a much better day if he’d woken up to you by his side, but instead all he’d found was a cold bed and a note that read “Went out with Rey, be back later XOXO.”

Cute.

But annoying.

Why the hell couldn’t you have told him in person? His days are always easier to deal with if he starts them with a kiss from you, not to mention a nice warm hug. So if he doesn't start his mornings off by your side, he's extra pissy.

It doesn't help that Finn's been grinning at him all day. Like he's up to no good. Poe huffs deeply and puts his head in his hands. "No, Finn, I haven't seen them."

Finn patted his back. "I'm sure they’ll show up. It's only a matter of time."

At that precise moment, BB-8-- who he also hadn't seen all day, which was a bit concerning for him-- approached with a series of soft whistles and beeps, as if he hadn’t disappeared into oblivion without warning. At once, Poe pushed himself out of his seat to kneel on the cracked duracrete floor before his droid. “Buddy! Hey! Where’ve you been?”

Bweep bwreet, the droid replied in Binary, and Poe frowned. “With Y/N? Where are they?”

Bwerp bweep, BB-8 answered, and began to roll away, only picking up speed when he was certain that Poe was following like he had requested. He noticed Finn’s grin widen and narrowed his eyes at him. “What’re you up to?”

“Nothing at all!” Finn chirped. He sounded a little too cheerful. “Just keep following your droid.”

Poe’s frown deepened. Now he was highly intrigued and sort of concerned. The last time something like this had happened you and Poe had been covered in head-to-toe with honey and feathers, so he wasn’t very keen on doing anything that involved Finn’s mischief.

But you were also involved this time around.

Which could be very good, or very, very bad.

He might as well get it over with.

So with a heavy sigh, Poe trudged after his little droid companion, who beeped and booped reassuringly as he led the pilot/general through the busy halls, all the way out onto the tarmac. Stubbornly, BB-8 refused to answer any of his questions, and Finn would only mumble something incoherent and unconvincing. Eventually he was taken right to the area where Black Squadron parked their vehicles, but he could see no sign of anyone.

“Beebs...” Poe sighed, “What are you doing?”

In answer, BB-8 rolled ahead into the middle of the makeshift corral of wings and engines, then gave his little thumbs-up with his lighter. Poe, understandably, was confused.

Then he jumped out of his skin with a startled “GYAH” as at least a dozen people leapt out of hidden hiding places in time with Finn abruptly grabbing his shoulders, all of them screaming at once, “SURPRISE!!!”

Confetti was dumped on him from above, where Snap and Karé, on respective sides and perched on their x-wing’s s-foils, poured barrels of the colorful shredded paper onto him. A cover was pulled off his x-wing to reveal a fresh coat of brand new, hotshot paint— the one he’d been telling you about for months now—

Poe was surprised. He had no idea what the hell was going on. Black Squadron, Rey, Rose, Chewie— hell, even Threepio and Artoo were there, dragging along Dio with them. And then there was you, running to him to throw your arms around his neck. He returned the hug eagerly, though still in a bit of a daze. “Guys... what...”

“Happy birthday, silly!” You laughed as you squeezed him tighter, and Poe realized with a jolt of alarm that, yes, it was indeed his birthday.

And in the midst of everything... you’d remembered. You all remembered when even he himself hadn’t. “Oh, baby...” He hugged you close, feeling a rush of gratitude and love for you and all of his friends for your thoughtfulness. “I... I completely forgot...”

“We know,” Rey laughed, eyes crinkling up in response to her bright smile. “That’s why we did this for you. You deserve it, Poe.”

He couldn’t help it: tears of emotion gathered in his eyes that he tried hard to stifle. “Guys...” He scanned over the gathered assembly of his loved ones, then smiled hard as a couple of grateful tears did fall. “You’re all amazing. Thank you... thank you so much. You didn’t have to... you didn’t have to do any of this. I... I don’t even know...” He shook his head, fighting through the emotion in his throat to add as he lifted his eyes to meet those of everyone else, slowly surveying the gathered crowd, “I just want you to know that I love you all, very much.”

“And we love you, Poe,” You said into his chest, and he hugged you tighter. Chewie roared softly and shambled forward to engulf both of you in a hug that took your breath away and lifted you clean off the ground.

“Love you too, big guy,” Poe wheezed with a smile, and Chewie set you both carefully back down. Just in time, too.

With the apparatus attached to his waist, Threepio came closer with a home-made cake with the one singular candle you could scrounge up. “I do hope you enjoy the cake, sir. We thoroughly exploited my vast mental database to find the correct recipe for this type of climate and our limited food supplies.”

Poe smiled fondly at the droid. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, Threepio.”

Rose lit the candle, and in tandem, everyone around him sang, “Happy birthday.” By the end of it, Poe was sure his face muscles would never work properly again he was smiling so hard. The cake was delicious. The drinks were good. The music was better. And when the night had nearly been spent celebrating Poe’s birthday, you found him after he’d snuck away from the crowd to look over a quiet stream bubbling along its merry way, finishing off his cocktail.

“Hey, birthday boy.”

“Well that sounded sexy,” Poe commented slyly, quirking his eyebrows at you from over the rim of his glass. You made a face, playfully swatting his arm.

“How’d you like it?”

Poe beamed at you, pulling you in for a sideways hug. “I loved it.” He kissed your temple. “You didn’t have to do all that for me, babe. You could’ve just said ‘happy birthday.’”

You peck his lips. “Yeah I did. ‘Cause I love you, Poe, with all my heart, and I wanted to show you in the most extravagant way possible. You deserve it.”

Poe hums thoughtfully— he was paying attention, he swears it— but his eyes were on your lips as you spoke, and you’d hardly finished before he leaned down and captured your mouth with his in a slow, passionate kiss. It burned like you’d flown too close to the corona of a sun, and you pulled away with a certain kind of look in your eyes that he had kind of anticipated and had been hoping for all evening. You ran your hand down his arm, biting your lips to stifle a smile, and started pulling him innocently by his wrist back toward base.

“What’s this?” Poe asked teasingly, knowing full well what’s happening.

“You’ve got one more present to unwrap, flyboy.”

Poe chucked his cocktail over his shoulder and into the jungle underbrush carelessly, rushing after you immediately. “I like the sound of that.”

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Thanks for reading! <3

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dont-blame-it-on-the-kids · 3 months

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”Where Blood Meets Metal”

”Where Blood Meets Metal” - Title suggestion by @linnorabeifong

I will only ever have ONE Lin got pregnant and had a kid au and that’s this one.

where Lin ends up being the mother of the Avatar.

I can detail the plot but do I have any of this written???

no.

The Avatar is an oc named Lao.

Aang had been sick for a while, his body just unable to keep going after the stress of living 160 plus years.

They all saw it coming. It was weeks of him on bed rest. Days he hadn’t eaten anything.

It was around that time that Pema started stepping in between Tenzin and Lin.

Wedging them apart slightly day after day.

Tenzin ended up breaking things off with Lin the day before Aang died

So Lin recently broken up with and grieving her uncle Aang (the closest she ever had to a father figure even with his frequent traveling) that night she goes out to get hammered.

Drown her sorrows and forget what was happening around her.

At the bar is where she meets a handsome water tribe man and they end up hooking up

(lmao would be so funny if it is still Tonraq and he was just in the city on business and gets caught up in Lin’s drunken bender night but he still fathers the avatar)

((in another version of this Au this is Amon but before he was the leader of the Equalists))

Lin wakes the next day half dressed in the hotel room with a major hangover and the stranger nowhere to be seen

And she ends up pregnant.

She keeps the kid half convinced it was Tenzins although she knows better. And she and Tenzin get back together under the assumption the baby is his while the little boy grows up.

It becomes painfully obvious Tenzin is not the father. Lin’s features and the strong watertribe features blend perfectly for a handsome baby boy.

First Lao developed water bending. Lin was a touch upset that she couldn't share her element with her son but she knows a few really good water benders and healers and is excited to see if he develops the ability to heal.

Then Lin noticed he was earthbending as well when he was five. And she realizes who she's dealing with now. She cries that night because she knows Aang was reincarnated into her son now and that he was still with her even if in a different way.

She tries to keep it a secret having heard about the white lotus trying to track down the avatar to hide them away in a camp somewhere in the south and the red lotus trying to find the avatar for their own nefarious reasons.

she succeeded in hiding him for a few years but with Tenzin living with them he ends up finding out and reports to the White Lotus that he knows where the avatar is, Lao is about 7 years old Lin should be 40 if I understand the timeline right.

(120ag, she would be 33 when Aang died in 153 ag, lao born at the end of that year makes him 7, now its 160 ag Tenzin would be 41 now and Pema would be 25 now. Yeah i think i’m on track)

Lin is pissed he would betray them and Tenzin feels he’s right because the red lotus is a real threat and they’re lucky they haven't found them yet, lin and Tenzin trying to fight them on their own would be bad news.

The WL show up and there’s a fight because Lin doesn’t want them to take her boy but she loses and they take Lao to be trained and Lin and Tenzin break up for good this time and she hates him so much.

(This would be a year Jinora is born)

Lin tries but is Absolutely Not allowed to see or talk to Lao

They don’t trust she wouldn’t try to take him back and they need to protect him from the red lotus who’s been an issue for a while (they’re right she would have probably tried to hide him in Zaofu if she got lao back and Suyin agreed to it but them not letting her see him is still bullshit)

Tenzin is tasked with keeping watch on Lin both to make sure she doesn’t do something drastic or try to find Lao.

Lin falls into drinking and buries herself with work

Katara tries to help by smuggling letters between Lao and Lin but as the years pass Laos letters start reading more like homework and not actually wanting to write to her. So they slowly stop sending any

Then we get to the start of the series.

Lao is 17, so its 170 ag

since he was kidnapped and held in captivity he kinda has the same spirit and air problems as korra but not as a personality fault (though he does have lin’s stubbornness) but because that connection was basically severed when he lost his mom and was whisked away at a young age

Lao escapes Korra style (his animal companion is a shirshu tho, Akna)

And makes it to the big city.

He actually sees Korra, setting off to find her own in the big city and he helps her out of a tight spot with the triads. (Naga and Akna get along very well)

They both end up arrested and Lin realizes who he is but he has no idea who she is

And she’s not going to push her luck in case the white lotus was still keeping tabs on her contact with him. So Tenzin gets Lao out of trouble and Lao is able to weasel Korra out with him.

Lin goes and breaks down into sobs in a bathroom because that was her boy and he was almost all grown up and she missed everything with him.

Tenzin refuses to tell Lao who his mother is because he needs to focus on his air bending training

Lao keeps sneaking off trying to find any clues as to who his parents are.

And since Lao has a shirshu he tries to track his mom down using scent but they can’t get a clear scent map since the letters are at least five years old and had to go through Katara but because he’s riding a Shirshu around the city he keeps running into Lin and her officers telling him to stop scaring the citizens!

Korra and Lao are fast friends and she joins the fire ferrets and he enjoys watching the matches.

Korra teases him about not “being the leaf” and is always cracking jokes about Tenzin being so serious and is trying to be supportive but also is still Korra.

Mako still gets run over by Asami

The plot kinda progresses the same only with Lao as the avatar with the Krew. He watches the matches because they’re his friends and it gets him away from ATI for a bit.

It’s not until after the pro bending games after Amon attacks and they're all fighting him, when Lin's making sure the kids are alright she cant help but hug him because she almost lost him again and that's when he realizes

but it's only a second and lin pulls back and Tenzin comes up and is asking if everyone is okay

so it's not addressed then.

probably a short scene where he’s talking with the Krew and is all

“How??? How is she my mother??? Woman clearly hates me!?”

But it’s because the WL is like breathing down her neck about not distracting the avatar and is keeping an even closer eye on her incase she tries to take him back again.

The krew kinda agreed that there had to be a mistake or Lao was wrong, but it was weird she hugged him. But Tenzin confirms Lin is his mother.

after that it would be a touch awkward at first. Lao was expecting a mother but found Lin… rough and cold. Literally the iron mother in the monkey experiment lmao

At least to start. Her walls come down some over the course of the show like they would naturally but he learns to pick up on the small signs she gives.

And she learns who her sweet baby boy grew up to be.

Then the plot moves forward and we get to the sacrifice and taking down Amon.

Amon, because he knows more from intercepting the communications in the city, makes Lin's de-bending public. The next day at city hall a big crowd, broadcasted it on the radio, to make sure Lao knows. He got his mother.

Lao is Furious because she was supposed to be with the airbenders!

The krew have to hold him back. And if he could enter the avatar state he would have.

(I have my many hc for what happens to Lin in the four days to a week it takes for Iroh II to show up and help)

Korra still loses her bending, Lao loses the connection to the three elements like in the show.

But Amon escapes, does not try to take his brother, but gets outta there and is rebuilding his Equalists in another city where he established they would all meet up in should the benders oppression prove unmanageable in the city.

they all get to the south. Lao tries to pick a fight with Tenzin for leaving Lin behind and Lin’s just so tired, trying to recover and upset because she failed everyone and lost everything and now her son is suffering because of her.

(Also sprinkle in my hc that the scars left damage to her eye so she can’t see out of that eye and she lost her seismic sense to make up for it. Depth perception is off, she gets startled easily when people come up on that side, and she keeps running her shoulder into door frames and corners on accident. And that since she lost her bending her sense of touch is numbed. Things don’t feel right and she sometimes grabs things with too much pressure to make up for it and has dropped several glasses, also my hc that Zolt gave lin the scars not Suyin /X/X/)

Then he and Korra go off into the snow on their own and he gets to meet with Aang and restores their bending

(I also have my hc that Lin gets to see Aang again when the bending is restored and he thanks her for protecting the air kids and reminds her that he’s so proud of her and loves her so much T-T)

then it kinda fuzzes out because B2 is a bunch of love triangles he’s not involved in and origin story but he never loses connection with the other avatars because that was always a poor choice! Maybe he still needs to save Raava but the previous avatars are a part of her, she promised to preserve them so they come back with her.

and in B3 he’s with the family!

Suyin is PISSED she didn't know

so Lao is getting to know his relatives and finding the new air benders.

she's not happy she can't manipulate him that well. (he's too much like lin)

He learns metal bending rather quickly (i mean look at his mom) and even starts to pick up on the seismic sense that lets people be truth seers.

After the attack he realizes how dangerous this is and doesn’t want his mom in the line of fire again. So he and the krew sneak off.

That Naga jumping at Lin scene But with a Naga AND Akna! 👀

Lin doing everything she can to find them

Lin has to watch him fight the red lotus and get poisoned

Then B4 happens where they don’t know where he is and they’re all worried.

and Toph is upset Lin didn't tell her about Lao but understands and is all like "welcome to the family twinkle toes."

BUT imagine Amon comes back with an even bigger army of Equalists and had stolen or had his spies infiltrate that mech Kuvira made and then he controls it

After the explosion Lao and Amon are in the middle of the city and Lao is stronger now, not That naive “half-baked avatar” he was in B1.

Amon is stronger too and gets hits on Lao’s side to chi-block his bending but Lao falls into the avatar state and bloodbends Amon whos like Shook because It's most definitely not a full moon and he hasn't been bloodbent since he was a boy with his father.

Lao is so angry with him as he sees the chaos and destruction of his city, remembering how sick Lin was and what Amon’s done. He may accidentally tear Amon’s organs apart within his body with the bloodbending.

“How?” Amon would cough up chunks of his heart and lungs before collapsing to the street.

Everyone is like “Do we arrest the Avatar for bloodbending now?”

Korra and Asami still get together

Mako is with Rina(oc) with his twins.

(My hc is that Mako gets with Rina around B2 and has the twins in B3 so with the time skip they’re like 3 almost 4 now? And Mako is PISSED that Wu is keeping him from his family 24/7 and then after the fight he’s injured and can't find his wife and kids, i have more posts with friends under Firecrackers but they have different timelines for it lmao /X/)

I do like the Bolin/Opal ship.

And I don’t have a love interest for Lao rn

But after the series he lives with Lin in her house for a short time before getting an apartment and Lin gets her son back as well as basically adopting Mako Bolin and Asami

UNOFFICIAL ending - He’s devastated when Lin’s killed a few years later in an altercation she shouldn’t have even been a part of but was called to the scene and Lao was a minute too late to get there. (she’s like almost 65ish)

Total Bending Abilities for Lao

Water - Healing, bloodbending

Earth - Metal, seismic sense / truth seeing, (Lin also teaches him how to sculpt lmao)

Fire - Electricity, that cool flame blade

Air - energy bending

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Art of Young Lao by @mgthejerkbender

#I want to write this so bad #but its just a LoK rewrite lmao #Avatar Lao Au #hc #LONG POST #If i've talked with you before about this its a lot of the same #with some added plot points #and commentary lmao #tw gore mention #everything subject to change #my mind is too full rn #I've had this AU for years now #lao is my precious baby #i love him so much #B2-4 are a blurr for me #i may update after i've watched them again

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dumbass-tumbler-cryptid · 8 months

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I'm totally looking forward to the new chapters. Can you give us some snippet? (I feel like a beggar asking this 💀)

Lol don't feel like a beggar. I'm getting super eager to share the story already even though I'm not close to being done. I think that's why I posted two snippets completely unprompted this week.

I'll do you one better. I'll give you two snippets. In scenario one I actually have a lot of build up before the Quaritch family vacation even takes place detailing Spiders attempts to escape through the years. I tell the whole attempt from Spiders perspective and then go back and retell that whole event from Quaritch's perspective (and I'm low key worried that'll get tedious to read but I spent to much time writing it to edit it down)

So here's a taste of that

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Miles jolted awake, the happiness he’d felt in his dream, instantly being replaced by sinking dread. The nightmares had started shortly after his two year anniversary in the cabin, increasing in frequency as the days went by. He only classified these dreams as nightmares because of the anxiety they spiked in his waking life. If Pa knew that he was reminiscing about the old days…..

Things had been so good between them too. Miles could almost pretend like they were a regular father and son, spending their summer on a camping trip, hunting in the woods, fishing, having bonfires, and sleeping under the stars when the weather allowed for it. It had all been so normal. So easy. Of course his treacherous brain would have to mess that all up.

The following morning Miles attempted to eat breakfast, his chin propped on his elbow, holding up his head as he struggled to stay awake. Pa’s calased hand reached out from behind him, carding through his hair, giving him affectionate scratches behind his ear. “You haven’t been sleeping well lately have you?” Miles simply nodded his head. “Something on your mind?” The question made his heart skip a beat but he forced it down, shaking his head no. “Is your room too stuffy then? We can sleep outside tonight if you want. You always like that.”

“I’m fine Pa.” his voice came out low, heavy with fatigue.

“Mmhm.” The man didn’t buy it, but didn’t continue pushing the subject. “Take a nap after you eat. Your school work and chores aren’t goin’ anywhere.” Neither am I, he thought bitterly. “Thanks Pa. I’ll do that.”

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It was peak autumn when Miles Sr first noticed the vivid dreams his son would have. The boy talked in his sleep, smiling from ear to ear, mumbling their names. The names of that damn Sully family. He couldn’t understand why his boy seemed so hung up on them. From everything he had seen, from all the memories he heard play out in Junior’s sleep, the Sully’s hadn’t been that special. His boy had had fun, sure. The Sully’s hadn’t been very strict with him, allowing Junior to do almost anything he wanted. Any teenager would enjoy that. That wasn’t love though. Love is protecting the ones you care for, keeping them safe, taking care of them. He did that. So how could his son still miss them so much?

During waking hours Miles Sr watched his son like a hawk. Miles Jr looked so tired and sad, growing more despondent by the day. The father noted how his boy was eating less. How he was tired all day no matter how early his father sent him to bed. Junior wouldn’t even skateboard, or draw. He just seemed so weighted by his own misery. Miles Sr needed to help him snap out of it.

It was another lethargic morning after another sleepless night. Junior sat at the table, fork in one hand, his head held up by the other, falling asleep into his bacon and eggs. The father couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. A thin line of drool was escaping his boy’s mouth. His hair was starting to get on the long side again, wildly sticking out around his head like the soft hide of a lamb. His boy would have cringed to know how cute he looked in that moment, but Miles Sr couldn’t help but appreciate his own work.

He reached out his hand and began to pet Junior’s hair, feeling his curls slip and twist around his fingers. The sleepy boy leaned into the touch, getting comforting scratches behind the ear in response. Junior deeply sighed out his nose, seemingly content. “You haven’t been sleeping well lately have you?” Miles Sr asked. Junior simply nodded. “Something on your mind?” He knew the answer was yes and hoped his boy would just admit it. Instead Junior slightly hesitated before shaking his head no. So disappointing. “Is your room too stuffy then? We can sleep outside tonight if you want. You always like that.”

“I’m fine Pa.” Liar.

Junior looked so incredibly tired that if he didn’t get some sleep soon he might just collapse from exhaustion. Hopefully with some rest, his son would start thinking clearly and just admit he had a problem. “Take a nap after you eat. Your school work and chores aren’t goin’ anywhere.” His son sighed again, seeming so defeated.“Thanks Pa. I’ll do that.”

#cabin in the woods #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #miles quaritch #colonel miles quaritch

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styleshood4evr · 2 months

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not proof read, no title yet

calum hood x mc

this part doesn’t really have any warning just swearing, sexual context

18+ only minors dni

please please leave feedback I’ve been trying to develop this story line and decided just to post what I have so far.

word count 2,075

Violet and her father had a relationship somewhat reminiscent of Lorelei and Rory Gilmore. Her mother had run off when she was just a toddler leaving her dad with her and his new, but growing company. She grew up with him as her best friend, spending as much time in the office with him as possible, limiting the times he had no choice but to pawn me off to a sitter. That was a perk of being the boss and owning your own business after all.

Violet stands in his office now, the sun barely peeking the horizon, and holding the framed picture of her, four years old dressed in one of his button down shirts so big on her that it dragged the floor. The photo was taken in this office when it was still brand new to him. She stood where she is now in front of the big glass windows with a cheesy grin, hair in braids. She’s clad in the same thing now, the same shirt from all those years ago that now brushes her mid-thigh (with a pair of bike shorts underneath just in case). Every year for his birthday Violet recreates the photo with the same shirt and hair in braids. And ever since she’s been old enough, she “sneaks” into the office early to give it a little organizing and cleaning as well. While he may be great at what he does, creating a successful business with employees and awards from nothing, he lacks in that of keeping his own space nice and tidy.

This year felt even more special since it’s been nearly 6 months since Violet has seen him in person, since she’d been away at college, taking summer courses directly after spring semester to get ahead. While she has never missed his birthday, She hadn’t out right mentioned her arrival, opting to surprise him here, with his clean, organized office, and obligatory birthday morning shot of tequila. Traditions are traditions after all. His party had been fully planned with the receptionist, Susan she’d grown up around helping iron out all the details for her. It was grand that his birthday fell on a Friday this year. Friday’s have always been half work days, so it made perfect sense to have the party tonight.

She was sitting in his chair, having finished the organizing, watching the sun make it’s arrival over the city. He should be arriving in the next 30 minutes at least, so she opts to look over her to do list for the day and scroll tiktok until the door opens.

“Fuck!” Violet hears as she spins around in the chair and meets the face of a man who is definitely not her dad.

“Well, good morning to you too,” She smiles at the man. “I take it your Calum?”

She knew her dad had a new assistant but had yet to put the face to the name.

“Y-yeah, I’m so sorry, I thought you were Mr. Hart.” He says.

“Oh, just what every girl wants to hear.” Violet quips back as he approaches the desk, setting down the coffee he brought every morning as part of his assistant duties.

“No- shit, ‘m sorry, you must be Violet? I just definitely wasn’t expecting you to be here, and I didn’t see Mr. Hart’s car so I thought it was empty.” Calum had heard of her of course. He’d been in the office now for almost a year and almost immediately asked about the adorable photo sitting atop his boss’s desk. She definitely is a woman now, and he can see just how much she does look like her father.

“Don’t worry,” she giggles at his obvious embarrassment. “Just a little birthday tradition.”

He notices then how incredibly clean and neat the office is compared to how he left it last night, and the odd outfit she wears.

“I try to keep him organized, but he won’t have it, this place looks incredible.” He smiles at her. “The outfit is from the photo, right?”

“Thanks, yeah he’s a masochist in his mess, and yes I always recreate the photo for his birthday. Speaking of, would you mind?” Violet returns his smile, standing from the chair and hands him her phone with the camera open.

“Oh, yeah, of course” Calum takes the phone, trying not to be too obvious in his eyes dragging down her tanned legs.

“Would you do a regular, and .5 too please?” She poses the was she was in the original, hands by her side and a closed lip smile on her face.

“Here you go, I took a few if you want to check them out first.”

Violet takes her phone back scrolling though them and thanks Calum. It’s then her dad makes his appearance.

“Now, what do we have here?” They both snap their heads up and Violet immediately rushes her dad throwing her arms around him causing her shirt to ride up. Calum takes notice of the tight shorts covering her bum.

“Happy birthday, daddy!!!” Violet says when she finally releases from the hug.

“Happy birthday, sir.” Calum chimes in.

“Oh, you spoil me V, and thank you both.” Her dad replies taking in the office. “And I see you’ve wreaked havoc on my chaos, it looks great.”

“Coffee’s on the desk, sir.” Calum says starting to exit to his own desk right outside Mr. Harts office.

“Wait!” Violet says causing Calum to halt. She grabs a bottle of tequila front her bag and smile. “It’s tradition.” She grabs the two shot glasses she brought with her and pours them each handing one to her dad and one to Calum, taking the bottle for herself since she didn’t account for Calum, but felt the need to include him anyhow.

“Um, is this a test?” Calum asks looking between her and her father.

Violet wears a shit eating grin and tips the bottle towards the men, her father clinking his glass to Calums with a wink.

“Here’s to hell. May our stay there be as fun as our way there!” Violet says. Calum watches as Violet takes a swig from the bottle and his boss shoots his own letting out a snort laugh in surprise.

“Cheers,” he replies following suit.

“Alright, Calum go ahead and get started now.” Mr. Hart tells him as Violet is packing away the liquor.

“Yes, sir.” He replies heading to his desk without protest this time.

Violet hauls her tote bag over her shoulder and goes in for another hug with her dad.

“I’ve got to get going, there are preparations to be made.” She says.

Her dad gives her a smile and shakes his head. “Oh, my little girl, all grown up. Thank you for this, really. I love you and I’ll see you later.”

“Love you, dad.” She replies heading out.

Calum is sat at his desk now starting to respond to emails and flagging anything important for Mr. Harts attention.

“You got the invite for tonight, right?” Violet asked Calum stopping in front of his desk.

“Yeah! Susan said it’s alright to bring a friend, that’s cool with you?”

“Of course,” Violet smiles. “Like the invite said, very casual. Think college party but the beers cold and everyone is actually civilized.”

“Great, I’ll see you later, then.” Cal replies.

Calum was giddy the rest of the day. With finishing school and working he didn’t have too much time for social activities. He was already looking forward to the party, even if it was for his boss and would probably be filled with his older coworkers, but now he had Violet. Violet who he took a tequila shot with at 8 am. Violet who was fucking hot and seemingly kind enough to show up at the ass crack of dawn to surprise her father with a clean office and an adorable photo recreation. Not to mention when he checked his phone he had a new follower on Instagram. Violet. Her account was private but he saw that they had a couple mutuals which must be how she found him. She looked for me. He immediately requested to follow her and texted Luke, his roommate, best friend, and plus one for the party.

Cal: I met Mr. Harts daughter

Luke: yeah?

Cal: She gave me a tequila shot before work even started. “Birthday tradition” with her dad.

Luke: it’s giving cool girl

Cal: It’s giving she followed me on Instagram, and I didn’t even give her my handle. No personal conversation.

Luke: woah

Cal: So, this is love?

Luke: she must be hot

Cal: Guess you’ll find out tonight. Maybe there will be more young folk than previously expected. ;)

Luke: here’s to hoping

Violet couldn’t help herself. As soon as she made it back to her dads house she searched Calums name on instagram. It was a shot in the dark but it worked considering they actually had mutuals. Susan had told her that the new assistant was young and hot. She had failed to mention the aussie accent, or his tall stature. He must be at least 6 foot compared to her dad who he was only a bit shorter than. She was intrigued, and wanted to know more. His instagram wasn’t private but it was very resume friendly. Pictures of him and his friends, even some from the company christmas party that Violet couldn’t make it back for. She also discovered a few tattoos on his arms, that she couldn’t see earlier since he was wearing a dress shirt. She had a rule, though about “stalking” people. So even though he wasn’t private she still hit that follow button. Plus, it would give him the opportunity to request a follow to her. Which he did a couple hours later and she accepted immediately. She spent her afternoon prepping for the party. She made sure her dads house was clean and stocked the fridge with beer and seltzers, as well as put together a couple different pre-mixed cocktails in those big drink dispenser things you always see at barbeques. As far as food prep, she pre-placed an order for pizzas and picked up the cupcakes and cookies she had ordered. By the time her dad got home around 4, Violet was lounging on the couch with her best friend, Josie, or Jo for short. They were already ready considering the casual nature of the party. She wore a pair of denim overalls with a ringer tee, while Jo wore a band tee with jeans. (photo inspo below) Violet left her hair in two braids and pulled on a denim dad cap that had “gone fishing” embroidered on it.

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/761530618269233551/ Violet

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/27654985204269331/ Jo

When Calum got off he drove straight to his apartment he shared with Luke. He was reeling over Violet. It was fucking ridiculous honestly, like he’d never met a woman before. He had already looked through all 137 of her Instagram photos. Almost all of the recent “dumps” included her with another girl. He was a little worried that she was already in a relationship with said girl based on the photos. But maybe they were just best friends, who posted suggestive photos together. He wasn’t judging and he was really trying not to be a dick imagining the two girls, being intimate. When he got home, Luke was sitting on the couch scrolling his phone.

“Dude, look at this. Do you think she’s into girls?” Calum asks tossing his phone to the blonde boy with Violet’s insta open.

“Huh, aren’t all girls into girls nowadays? Doesn’t mean she’s not into guys too.” Luke replies. “Did you look at her story?” He asks noticing the pink ring around her profile photo.

“Wait, no click it.” Cal replies leaning over the couch.

The photo popped up, a mirror pic of the two girls. Violet clad in overalls and a backwards cap, the other in a t-shirt, both of their tongues stuck out touching at the tip. (inspo - https://www.pinterest.com/pin/491666484332704814/

“Fuck,” Luke says. “They’re both pretty fucking hot. I say, the photos don’t prove any sort of committed relationship. You’ll just have to find out, mate.”

“I feel feminism leaking out of my body at the thoughts in my head, ugh.” Calum sighs taking his phone back and heading into his room to get shower and get ready.

#calum hood #5sos smut #luke 5sos #calum 5sos #smut #calum hood au #calum #calum 5 seconds of summer #writing #calum imagine

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ghostofskywalker · 2 years

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Our Lives, Together

Tony Stark/Fem!Reader

Words: 2,903

Summary: Four moments, one for each season, all detailing one very special year of your life with Tony.

Requested By: anonymous

Tony Stark Masterlist

- July 4 -

Water droplets cascaded through the air as someone jumped into the pool, and you smiled as they hit your skin. You were grateful for the cooling moisture, because it was hot outside. Like really hot outside.

A pool had just been installed in the compound, and everyone was enjoying the new feature. It was also a celebration for Steve’s birthday, and as much as he insisted that no party or acknowledgement was needed, there was still a giant cake inside for everyone to share after they finished swimming.

You were currently laying on a lounge chair, eyes closed and relaxed as you tried to block out the shouts of glee from your friends in the pool, a book sitting next to your legs. Steve and Sam were attempting to chicken fight against Bucky and Clint, and for a bunch of spies, they could be quite noisy. You were pulled from daydream though, when you felt someone place a kiss on your forehead, and the voice of your boyfriend got you to open your eyes. “You gonna join me in the pool?”

“I don’t know,” you said, still not opening your eyes. “I think I’m good right here.”

“Okay, then I’ll be here too.” You could hear Tony drag another lounge chair next to yours and immediately sit down on it, reaching out to grab your hand. He brought it up to his mouth to gently kiss your palm. “Woah, you’re hot.”

“Thanks babe. So are you.”

You heard the sound of his laughter before he responded. “As much as you are the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, I meant your body temperature. Are you sure you don’t want to get into the water?”

His concern was what convinced you, and you allowed him to lead you towards the hot tub, which hadn’t actually been turned on yet. It was the same temperature as the rest of the pool, but you didn’t have to worry about getting hurt as the other guys splashed and raced each other.

The water was cold against your skin, but the warmth of the sun made it pleasant. Tony sat right next to you, and you leaned in to place your head on his shoulder. He had a tank top on along with his bathing suit (as much as he told you otherwise, you knew he was still a little wary of the others seeing the scars around his arc reactor, and it was a similar reason why Bucky also had a shirt on), and you quickly kissed his cheek.

It wasn’t even that salacious of a gesture, but apparently it hadn’t gone unnoticed by the rest of the team. “OOoooooo Y/N and Tony are kissing!!”

You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to speak, but Natasha beat you to it. “I didn’t know you were actually twelve years old Clint!” Her and Wanda were also laying on lounge chairs, but they were on the opposite side of the pool that you had been on.

Tony laughed as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer into his side. “You haven’t seen nothing yet Barton.”

Before you could say anything else, he kissed you. It was passionate, perfect, and also probably something that shouldn’t have been done while the rest of the team was watching, but you didn’t really care about that right now. Despite having been dating Tony for the past two years, the feeling of kissing him never got old, and you knew it never would.

The sound of cheers and wolf whistles erupted from your friends, and you broke apart trying to hide your embarrassment. “Now why don’t you all go mind your own business!” Tony said. “Or get out of the pool that I pay for, let me remind you.”

Almost instantly, everyone returned to what they had been doing before, and Tony leaned in to kiss you again. When you broke apart, he leaned over to whisper in your ear. “See the two water guns on the other bench of the hot tub?” You nodded, catching the neon colors of the toys under the rippling water. “Wanna see how many times we can hit the others until they notice?”

Your face lit up, and you were trying to hold in your laughter (so you didn’t get caught before the real fun started). “Oh, you’re on.”

- October 15 -

Summer was finally starting to give way to autumn, and a cool breeze met your skin as you stepped out of the car. It had been much warmer than average for the past few weeks, but the universe had granted you the perfect weather for today. There was a little bit of mud already on the wheels of your boyfriend’s (way too expensive) car, and you knew that the two of you probably should have brought a more sensible vehicle to the apple orchards.

You felt Tony’s arm snake around your waist as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek. “Where are the rest of the hooligans?” he asked, holding you close to him. You could smell his cologne, it was the one you told him that you liked on your third date and he hasn’t stopped wearing since.

“They are about five minutes away, according to this text from Sam,” you said, smiling at the little scowl on his face. You knew he wanted this day to be something for only the two of you, but unfortunately when you’re living in the Avengers compound, sometimes that doesn’t always happen. Besides, this was originally supposed to be a team outing, so you didn’t want to tell the rest of your friends they couldn’t come, despite the fact that Tony volunteered to be the bearer of the bad news. You had simply rolled your eyes at him, and eventually agreed that the two of you would drive separately to spend some time together (rather than go in the “clown caravan” - as Tony called the compound’s minivan).

You leaned in place a kiss on his cheek right as the other members of the team pulled up beside you. Steve, Natasha, Sam, Bucky, Clint, and Wanda all stepped out of the car and headed over to where you and Tony were standing. “Sorry we’re late,” Steve said. “We got cut off on the highway when we were following you and these two were being backseat drivers the whole time.” He motioned to Sam and Bucky, and you could just picture the two of them making trouble for Steve as he tried to keep Tony’s car in his sights.

“And then we had to stop for a minute because there was a family of deer crossing the road,” Natasha said.

“At least you made it,” you said.

“Yeah, or we would have started without you,” Tony cut in, reaching down to take your hand.

Everyone laughed at that, and soon you were all walking through the rows of apple trees, bags in hand as you picked the ones you wanted. Steve, Sam, Clint, and Bucky were now locked in a competition of who could fit the most apples in their bag without it breaking (so far, Bucky was winning), Natasha and Wanda were laughing at their antics while talking about what they wanted to do with all these apples when they got back to the compound, and you and Tony were walking a little ahead of them, grabbing apples off the trees at leisure.

He leaned in for a kiss after you picked an apple off a nearby tree. “So, since everyone is occupied, you want to sneak away for a little bit? Maybe get some apple cider and some of the doughnuts at that shop next to the orchard?” he asked, and the offer was really tempting.

You looked back at the others. “Shouldn’t we invite the rest of them?”

“No!”

“Come on, I don’t want them to worry about us.” You had a pair of puppy eyes you knew he couldn’t resist, and eventually he caved.

“If you want to invite the girls, that's fine,” he said quietly. “But not the clown car over there.”

You looked back toward Steve, Sam, Clint, and Bucky, who were now trying to throw apples into each other’s bags. “Deal. We’ll text them where we are once we’re done eating.”

- January 22 -

The bed was empty when you opened your eyes, and that was unusual. You had always been the early riser between you and Tony, probably because he went to bed so much later because of the amount of time he spent in the lab. But today, you were waking up alone, and you didn’t really like it.

It was always chilly in the morning, and you pulled the covers up farther to try and conserve some of your warmth. Tony was also like a walking furnace, so snuggling up to him when the temperatures dropped was something you loved doing more than anything else. His spot next to you was just barely warm to the touch, which meant that he had been awake for quite some time. You laid back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling. “FRIDAY?” you asked.

“Yes, Miss?” the cool voice of the AI responded, filling the room.

“Where’s Tony?”

There was a moment of silence before she answered. “I’m not at liberty to say right now Miss.”

What? Tony always gave you complete access to the compound and his location, even the few times you had argued with him, never once had this happened. “Why can’t you tell me where he is?” You looked over at the clock: 9:28. What was such a pressing issue that needed to be resolved at nine thirty in the morning, in complete secrecy no less.

“I’m sorry Miss, but the boss has rewritten my code so that his location and activities remain secret to anyone in the compound, including you.”

This was definitely new, but you knew there was no use trying to argue it out of FRIDAY. You just hoped your boyfriend wasn’t doing anything too stupid or dangerous as you got out of bed and headed out to the kitchen to make breakfast.

It had apparently snowed last night, and the grounds of the compound were covered in a fluffy layer of white. It looked like someone had already been out walking through it, because you could see some footsteps from out of the window. There seemed to be a trail leading to one of the other sides of the building, and after walking over to another window to see if you could tell who was down there, your eyes widened as you took in the scene. Immediately, you got dressed and put on your coat to head outside.

“Tony? What are you doing?” Your boyfriend stopped in his tracks when he heard your voice, and he turned around to face you. There was a half-built snowman next to him, and a third ball of snow on the ground, what would likely be the snowman’s head.

There was a slightly guilty look on his face. “You weren’t supposed to see this yet.”

“Is this why FRIDAY told me she no longer had the authority to tell me where you were?” You asked, eyebrows raised.

“Maybe. And for the record, she wasn’t even supposed to let you out of the room until I finished, but apparently I screwed up that command in the code.”

You took a few steps in the snow and walked right up to him, reaching down to take his hand and leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Was this supposed to be a surprise?”

He nodded, stepping away to pick up the snow ball on the ground and place it on the snowman. “I wanted to make something for you. I didn’t know what else I could do, especially since you don’t want me spending money on you.”

You laughed. That was a fairly new development, because you felt bad that he constantly spoiled you. “I like it,” you said. “But we could have made these snowmen together.”

“Well, I wanted this to be a little more special than us flinging snow at each other,” he said quietly. You opened your mouth to question the statement, but then Tony was getting down on one knee and holding out a beautiful diamond ring. Your eyes widened, because this was not what you were expecting when you walked out to find him out in the snow this morning.

“Tony-”

“Y/N, I had so much trouble trying to think about what to say. I love you so much, but I was terrified that you would turn around and say no, but I couldn’t wait any longer. And I know you didn’t want me to spend money on you, but I’ve had this ring since July, and I’m done waiting for the perfect time. It’s up to you now, but you would make me the happiest man alive if you agreed to marry me.”

“Yes, of course I will marry you,” you managed to choke out, allowing him to slip the ring on your finger.

Despite the fact it was really cold and your pants were a little wet from the snow, you couldn’t imagine this moment being any more perfect.

- May 10 -

Tony didn’t waste any time leaning in after the words “you may now kiss the bride” were spoken. His lips met yours, and although you’ve kissed him countless times before, there was something special about this one moment, and you were going to treasure it forever.

Still, it was a moment that was over too soon, and soon you had to pull away from the love of your life (before someone in the audience shouted at you to get a room). It was a small ceremony, with only you, Tony, and your closest friends. When you had announced your engagement, Sam said that he was already ordained (you didn’t ask why), and that made the whole day even easier. You had pushed for a small ceremony, because you wanted some time to be spent with just the people you cared about the most. There was enough land on the grounds of the compound for you to have the perfect ceremony and reception, and no one had to travel.

When the ceremony concluded and you walked back down the aisle hand in hand with your new husband, you were surprised when he started to walk away from everyone else. “What are you doing?” you asked. “Aren’t we supposed-”

“Nope,” he said, stealing another kiss before continuing to move towards the compound’s main building. “They’ll all mingle and have a bite to eat at the cocktail hour, but I have something to show you.”

“Is it food?” you asked. “Because if you’re pulling me away from the food and not bringing me to where there is also food, I’m going to get very annoyed.”

“Just trust me, okay Y/N?” You were silent as you walked along with him, having now arrived at the compound. “You know it’s too late to get cold feet, we’re already married.”

“I wasn’t thinking about that,” you said defensively, and he only laughed. “But I am serious about the food. I have not eaten all day and I was under the impression I would be able to fix that after I kissed you.”

“And what would you say if I was bringing you to a huge buffet spread of all your favorite foods and you could eat as much as you want?”

Your eyes lit up. “Well are you?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

He led you to the elevator and pressed the button for your shared floor. All of the other Avengers lived in one area of the compound, each getting a suite to themselves, but Tony made the living area for the two of you much bigger than the others, and it was on the third floor rather than the second. You raised your eyebrows at him as you walked. “If you’re trying to get me to bed-”

“While I appreciate the enthusiasm, I’d at least wait until later,” he said, and you rolled your eyes playfully. “But put your hands over your eyes.”

He gently led you down a short hallway, and he slowly pulled your hands down to your sides. In front of you was the living area attached to your bedroom, but it had been decorated with flowers, balloons, and other wedding themed items. You recognized the same color scheme as the decorations outside, and you couldn’t help but smile. And yes, on the table, there was plenty of food for both of you. “Tony, this is beautiful.”

He smiled and leaned in to kiss you on the cheek. “I know we’re going to be the center of attention out there for the rest of the night, so I figured you might want some time to just sit back, and I wanted to spend some time with you.”

No words could describe how much love you felt for him in that moment, and you wrapped your arms around him in a hug. “Thank you,” you said quietly. “I can’t imagine ever marrying someone else.”

“Good, because you’re stuck with me now.” Your husband (it felt so good to call him that) was ever the jokester, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

- the end -

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #tony stark x you #iron man x reader #tony stark x fem!reader #marvel #marvel x reader #tony stark fanfiction

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penguin4studios · 2 years

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The Characters Behind the Collide

Original Character Bio #9: Azure

Creation and Details:

In one of my last bios, I mentioned Azure. Azure is a character who I created along with that very close friend of mine. She is what is known as a shifter. She can shift into a Wyvern Dragon and has the powers of ice and wind imbued in her. She can be adventurous and cheeky which gets her into trouble a number of times.

Before I get into the story of Azure, I need to explain some context behind the location I will be mentioning. Azure, more specifically her father, is from OtherWorld. This is a location created by my friend and his friend in where magic and all mythological things exist. I’m still learning about it’s history to this day as they expand on it more and more.

Her Story:

Azure was born on Earth. Her father, however, came from OtherWorld. He was a powerful dragon shifter, who could control ice and wind. Upon hearing that his wife was pregnant. He was worried that the magic he tried to keep hidden would be revealed by this baby. A few days after she was born, her father took her and returned to OtherWorld, leaving her at an orphanage, never to be seen again.

Around a few weeks after being left there, little baby Azure was noticed by a certain pair of females, Jordan and Abi. They were looking to adopt a child from OtherWorld to raise, and Abi’s eye fell to Azure. She was soon very attached to the small dragon shifter and also won Jordan’s heart. After a good few weeks of paperwork, the two brought Azure home, where they found out she was more of a handful than they had bargained for. As a small baby, Azure had trouble controlling her wildly crazy powers. A sneeze could set off a windstorm or freeze anything nearby. It got so bad, Abi reached out to her mother, who in turn gifted her a headband, which would dampen Azure’s powers so they weren’t as destructive.

A good few years later, Azure had grown a little older and had gotten more of an understanding of how her powers worked. So much that she had even started keeping her fangs in her human form. She had grown very attached to both Jugar and Patch, seeing them as both a friend/guardian and brother respectively, along with Maxwell. Jordan and Abi were very proud of their family and how well they’ve grown, though Azure was still a minor handful.

During a trip to OtherWorld, Azure had gone out exploring and found an old, dilapidated lab. Walls were crumbling with vines running up and down them. Azure stepped inside, looking in awe at the place when she suddenly tripped over a cord. Looking back, she found it ripped from its spot on the wall, when she looked back, there was a figure sitting and staring at her. It had blonde hair with golden highlights, purplish sunset eyes, and nodes sticking out of its neck and back, along with a pair of pointy ears. Trying to pull itself from the wall, Azure ran over to help. Upon freeing the creature, Azure saw a nameplate sitting on the floor reading “Elpis”. Azure had found out very quickly that Elpis was something other than an Elf. More of a creation that had no idea how to live. She could only make small grunting noises, and didn’t know much about her surroundings. Azure happily brought her new friend back home, much to the surprise of Abi and Jordan, but allowed her to stay regardless of how strange she was.

After finding Elpis, Azure and her family hadn’t realized that Arjun had his eye on them for a while. He had kept tabs on the families ever since his past defeat. He ended up kidnapping Azure, prompting Abi, Jordan, their fathers, and Elpis to go and get her back and finally end Arjun’s terrorizing once and for all. However, Arjun didn’t calculate for one other to show. Azure’s biological mother, which turned out to be Reina. She had crossed paths with Jordan and Abi in public with Azure and had a suspicion of her identity. Upon realizing it, she figured it would be best not to interfere with their lives. When she heard what Arjun had done, she quickly leapt into action, pulling out all her old stops to help defeat the madman, and nearly killed him in the process. After Arjun was dealt with, Reina quickly explained the situation about Azure. Jordan and Abi figured it’d be alright for Reina to remain in Azure’s life, seeing how much she had changed in the years, so she became an Aunt figure to the little girl.

It was only after many years that Azure had questions about Reina’s true relation to her. After a good explanation, Azure was happy to finally hear the truth. She still considered Reina an aunt figure, but was happy she was still in her life regardless. Azure in her teens, found she took much from both Reina and Jordan. She loved to tinker and even started combining both tech and magic. She, along with her family, fixed the old lab where she found Elpis and made it her own where she would work whenever she got the chance.

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lunarheiress · 1 year

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I’ve seen some “how would XXX from DA2 react to YYY from DA:I” lately, and one that kind of stuck out to me in my game(s) is that I think Fenris would get along half decent with my elven inquisitor? Or at least feel a great deal of kinship? I mean. From a strictly logistical standpoint, it’s Hawke 2.0? So if he was fond enough to be romanced in DA2 then someone with a mad similar personality (I played the elf inquisitor pretty similarly to the hawke who romanced fenris) then I’m sure he would at the very least be reminded of hawke when interacting with her?

But, like, from a storytelling standpoint, she’s a dalish elven mage, but, a mage who seems to have so much in common with Hawke, a fact that may leave him with a much less negative impression than usual. I think he’d feel a sense of kinship, the more he learns about her. Like him, she was an elf who left her clan/family with the goal of learning whether the human world’s newest grand conflict would endanger them (try to secure a better life in the face of what was to come). Then, as a result of that effort, she was (albeit unintentionally) inflicted with magic cast by an ancient magister -who led a band of blood magic enthused tevinter mages- and was marked as a result that magic in a way that couldn’t be hidden well or easily. The mark caused the inquisitor a great deal of pain in the beginning, could have killed her, and continues to ache throughout their journeys (this is more of a headcanon built on some of the character dialogue). This mark has to some degree prevented her from returning to the life she had before, has caused her to be treated like a criminal on more than one occasion, has led to assassins being sent after her, and has brought threat to those around her. Her family, though still in communication, is distanced from her now, not only due to her new position but also because of their discomfort with her current state (also a bit of a personal interpretation, they don’t ever come to even check on her despite the fact that she almost died multiple times???). And last but not least, a portion of her memories were definitely removed, and while being able to recall the general information, the details about her home and family life are a little blurry compared to before, a fact that escaped her notice for some time as she was so preoccupied with her current endeavours. (again, this is more of a headcanon based on how little family comes up compared to previous games and some of the inquisitors lines)

Obviously, they’ve made different choices and come from different backgrounds, but there are undeniable parallels, between their unwanted marks and pains, to the distance and loss they’ve suffered because of them. Furthermore, they’ve moved forward into new lives, with new friends, building a home and a new family in places that were so hostile at first. Each of them chose a human as their life partner, and not just any human, but a human thought to be so diametrically opposed that such a partnership may not have been possible if Fenris and the Inquisitor hadn’t opened themselves up to the possibility (Fenris of course choosing a mage, and my dalish mage inquisitor choosing a former Templar, Cullen).

That isn’t to say he wouldn’t have been super pissed off when he heard about her at first, after all, she did choose to ally with the mages, and she brought Hawke into who knows how much danger with the fight against the corrupted Wardens. He may even feel a bit of resentment as he gets to know her. She wasn’t kept captive by the people who caused her to be marked, and she was able to find closeness and support rather quickly in her new environment compared to the months he suffered alone, and the years of self imposed distance he managed in Kirkwall. But then again, Varric seems rather fond of the new inquisitor, and Hawke came back from the fade alive thanks to her decisions. Plus, once they started to get along, they’d find they have a rather similar sense of humor.

#dragon age inquisition #dragon age 2 #fenris #dragon age 2 hawke #inquisitor lavellan #cullen rutherford #honestly #it’d be like #begrudging buddies #my inquisitor is too polite for Fenris’ taste at times #but she’s also too nice to him for him to be too mean #sorry if it’s a bit OC

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anthonysstupiddailyblog · 2 years

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Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (198): Thu 29th Sep 2022

My sister brought Luna over today but before she left her for our play day she wanted to take her round to the pharmacy because she had some kind of weird red blotch under her eye. She told Luna they were going round to the doctors but ever since she had to have her vaccination shot last year she's been scared of going back to the doctors as she presumably now associates doctors with needles. My sister told her she needed something from the doctors for her eye and Luna asked "Is he going to put a needle in my eye?". Eventually they returned with some eye drops which Luna was reluctant to take but eventually did so when I promised her a trip to the park in return. I wish that they'd put some more stuff up in that park because it's incredibly sparse right now. Some little shits have pulled down the seat on the zipline and the chains on one of the swings, leaving only a tiny climbing frame and a seat that spins around. The park at Hylton Castle has loads of things for the kids to go on but it's quite a walk away and I don't think the police would be happy isf I attached a chain to Luna's push scooter and pulled her to the park on my motorbike Tuned into tonight's Hollyoaks which covered the fallout from the bomb blast and the electric chess board farce. The start of the episode was set in the police station with the cops questioning Mercedes about how Silas came to die. I put p the following hypothetical scenario on Twitter:

DS Cohen: Oh, you did remember to switch off the giant electric chess board didn’t you? Other cop: Switch of the what now? (Cuts to the Folly with dozens of bodies piled up on it) while the rest of the village licked their wounds and tried to come to terms with hat had happened James was still trapped in the tunnel underneath the big wall that surrounds the village. In the previous episode he was trapped inside a coffin but was able to escape after Silas's bomb went off. In this episode there was a moment where he was silently going over all the people he'd previously hurt and all the bad things he'd done while a Coldplay song was heard playing. Oh poor James. Trapped in a coffin then stuck listening to Coldplay. The worst torture imaginable…and also he was trapped in a coffin Tonight was the launch of the new series of Taskmaster which features a great line-up including Dara O'Briain, Fern Brady and John Kearns. The first task was set in an airport and challenged the contestants to throw some toilet rolls from the upper level into a toilet on the lower level. I never try to join n with the show and work out ways to complete the task because I'm terrible at lateral thinking but on this occasion I actually came up with a way to complete the task. The contestants should have told Alex to get them a long piece of string then have him stand next to the toilet, throw the string down to him & have him tie something heavy to the end of the string & put it in the toilet, then thread the string through the hole in the toilet paper & slide it down. Boom, job done. Taskmaster is genuinely one of the best comedy shows from the last 10 years or so as it manages to mix elements of panel game, sitcom and reality TV as throughout the series we see the relationships develop between the contestants. Before bed I watched the zombie film Zeder: Revenge of the Dead. So while I admit there aren't much in the way of scares in thie film (until the very end) it is nevertheless a fascinating watch as the central mystery gradually unfolds. Every now and again we're given another clue or another intriguing detail that keeps us glued to the screen in order to get to see the resolution. An old woman tells Stefano that Luigi, the man he's looking for is dead but then he sees the man who claimed to be Luigi taking the woman to the cemetery. From this moment on I was hooked and intrigued to find out kind of supernatural shit was going on. I was so engulfed in the mystery that I didn’t even notice that an hour of screen time and I hadn’t seen one zombie. The film's story has elements of Stephen King's Pet Cemetery (Which came out the same year this film was released) and also borrows a little from HP Lovecraft and William Hope Hodgson whose stories frequently featured characters finding letters written by people describing supernatural encounters.

Sometimes the pacing of the film doesn't always quite fit. For instance there's a moment where two characters get into a taxi at the airport and frive to an apartment building. However the music used to accompany this fairly mundane scene is the kind of thing you'd expect to hear in a Hitchcock movie with two people fighting each other on the wing of a moving airplane. I'm not sure why the person in charge of the score thought that this was a particularly thrilling scene. Any zombie movie fans watching this expecting flesh eaters and buckets of blood are going to be thoroughly disappointed as there are neither in this film. In fact the film for the most part is almost completely devoid of scares right up until the climax. As Stefano walks through the woods to reach the abandoned building where the K-Zone is he starts to hear creepy load whispers that disappear as soon as he turns around. I'm not sure what these whispers were because they weren't explained in the remainder of the movie but they are quite spooky, they reminded me of the scene where the girl is walking down the dark street in Cat People and keeps hearing something behind her only to see nothing. Finally Stefano comes face to face with the result of these sinister experiments as the corpse of Luigi reanimates as a camera films him laughing maniacally. This moment was genuinely scary but then they kind of lessen it's impact as the zombie isn't seen again. I was gearing up for Stefano trying to locate a weapon and fighting the zombie but Stefano just hides and the zombie just fucks off and we never find out where he went or what he did. While I think a final battle between Stefano and the zombie would have been a better ending, the sinister conclusion we actually did get is pretty good too. You can see from the look on Stefano's face as he's burying his wife in the K-Zone that this experience has driven him crazy and he's now willing to try the sinister experiment he's been trying to uncover for the whole movie in order to bring her back. While a bit messy in parts Zeder is still a fascinating watch and might give you a few scares just not in the way you were expecting.

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mad-science-angst · 2 years

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Stolen Rings Chapter 1 ⚠️TW: Blood, violence, implied amputation⚠️

Panic coursed through his veins as his visor informed him that another metal extension was offline, torn from his back by the so-called hero beating the hell out of him. He rolled, barely avoiding another heavy blow. The victory was very short lived as he was grabbed and hauled into the air, being held up by nothing but his lab coat as his brother had them hover several feet in the air.

“Aw c’mon bud! You can’t really be powerless! Everyone in our family has something! We just gotta unlock it, you can’t rely on your little gadgets forever! Now hold still, I hear this hurts less if you're limp.” As he was dropped he desperately grabbed at anything around him, anything to slow his fall. But he hit the ground just as hard as the last few times, leaving him gasping for breath.

According to his visor his vitals were all over the place, his heart felt like it was going to explode and he could feel the blood coming from an assortment of injuries. He was pretty sure his finger was shattered as he laid on his back and felt himself slipping into glorious unconsciousness. His moment of hope was ruined however, when his visor identified his brother looming over him.

“Man, we've tried just about everything. You’ve got to be in an IMMENSE pain right now, more than enough to bring out any hidden abilities.” If Vincent had any more powers, he would have found them when he was little. The majority of his childhood was spent feeling like his lungs were on the brink of collapse, every breath stinging his throat.

And yet his brother just couldn’t get that through his thick skull. Because apparently being powerless was the worst thing in the world. “Well, I’ve got one more idea. And hey, even if it fails, I’m sure you can make a new arm!” Oh thank goodness, a final end to the pain.

Wait.

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Two years ago Vincent saw just how little his parents would really do for him. A purple translucent visor sat on the desk, wires connecting it to the computer in front of him. Recorded video feed played on repeat as he watched his brother in slow motion over and over again, almost obsessively, studying his every move.

He wore a much older lab coat, the blood stains around the expertly reattached sleeve neglected. A painful but seemingly necessary reminder to his motives. The room was cool and dark, save for the monitors. A half empty mug of coffee sat nearby, obviously contributing to the dark circles under his eyes.

Pausing at a seemingly random moment, he switched to a different tab, rapidly typing something down before switching back to the video feed. He refused to have the audio on. He’d work with visuals alone, but he remembered every word that was said in hauntingly vivid detail.

His focus hardly faltered as he heard the elevator leading down to his lab activate. Footsteps followed shortly after as he noted the presence standing beside him. “Boss, Scorpion is here.” Vincent hardly acknowledged his presence, giving only a hum in response.

Jax sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You can’t keep doing this.” “Doing what?” “THIS! Vincent, when was the last time you slept?” “Friday.” “And what’s today?” “Sunday. See, I’m getting better at this sleeping thing already!” The man gawked in disbelief before forcing out an even voiced response. “Vincent, it’s wednesday.”

Vincent seemed un-bothered by this news, eyes still focused on the screen. “Really? Hadn’t noticed.” “If you die it’s on you.” “Bold of you to assume I can die.” “You know what? Fine. But would you please come up, Scorpion is freaking Jerry out.” Vincent sighed as he got up, grabbing his mug and downing the rest of its contents. “Yeah, c’mon.”

When the elevator doors opened to the upstairs, the scene was interesting to say the least. Jerry was pressing himself against the wall away from a very passive Scorpion, as Julie and Alexandria glared at her. Boris was nowhere to be seen, along with Carlos. “What in the nine levels of hell are you WEARING?” Julie looked Vincent up and down with horror. Jax glared at Vincent as he happily informed her.

“Probably the same thing as on Friday, considering he hasn’t slept since then.” Julie’s horror turned to disappointment. “Really dude?” He pinched the bridge of his nose as he muttered under his breath. “Ok, everyone who isn’t Scorpion, shut the fuck up, and sit the fuck down. Jerry, you may go to another room until Scorpion leaves. Now, you.” He pointed to Scorpion In question. “What the hell do you want?”

“Nobody’s heard from you in a while. Though I’d check to make sure you’re alive and well.” “Well as you can see, I’m very clearly alive. If that’s all then-” “you’re clearly not well though. Have you really not slept since Friday?” Vincent was silent as he met her gaze, quickly looking away and around the room. She looked at Jax, and he thought he saw them nod at each other.

Before he could register what was going on, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. Reaching up, he felt where a dart was, as his eyes widened. “Oh you mother fu-“ he collapsed where he stood, being caught by Jax as he pulled the dart out. “He's out cold. I’m just gonna put him on the sofa.” Scorpion stood up, moving as Jax dropped the unconscious scientist where she had been sitting.

“How the hell he stayed up so long is beyond me.” Jax searched for something in his pocket as they talked. “I think part of it is the dates. I’m pretty sure he spent the entirety of Sunday having a mental breakdown. Plus his mom was on the news for some Mother’s Day special.” “The sight of her was enough to make him spiral?” “I don’t think so. She listed all her kids except him. The lab was on lockdown the rest of the day.” “Holy shit. And I thought I had problems.”

Jax pulled out a small rectangular device with straps on the sides. “Here. You’re gonna want this if you plan on stopping by more often.” She took it as she turned it over, examining it. “It’s what we use so AXLE knows it’s us.” “AXLE?” “The AI Vincent made. They’re connected to all the security units. Though the units usually operate separately. They get orders from AXLE, who gets orders from Vincent, and sometimes me and Boris.”

“…….. you guys have security units?” “Yeah.” “Were those the robot dog looking things?” “Yup.” “The ones that all but shredded that burglar?” “Yup.” “Right, so I’m just gonna keep this on me, always.” “That’s probably a good idea.”

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wri0thesley · 3 years

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A Well Rounded Education (1): Suspension (Fem!Reader x Toji Fushiguro, 5k)

series synopsis: You are a teacher’s aid to teacher Gojo Satoru, training to be able to take over your own class next year by shadowing and helping him out. Gojo does not make things easy for anybody.

chapter synopsis: One of your favourite students has been suspended for fighting, and Gojo has palmed off the meeting with his guardian to go through all of the paperwork and facts and conditions on you. “Don’t worry,” Gojo says. “It’ll be Megumi’s sister, she always takes care of this kind of stuff!”. Gojo is wrong.

NSFW. AFAB reader, fem pronouns. dom/sub dynamics, light fearplay and predator/prey elements. piv sex.

(a well rounded education m.list and navigation)

“I’ve got all these other parents to deal with,” Gojo whines at you, pushing the papers into your hands. “And I hate paperwork, and I don’t have time to meet with Megumi’s family today – hell, if it were up to me, the kid wouldn’t even be suspended! Those guys had it coming!”

Gojo is not a very good teacher. Both of you know that – no matter how justified – violence never solves violence. Gojo, you think, would let these kids fight it out in an arena instead of solving things like an adult. You heave a large sigh as you look down at the papers detailing Megumi Fushiguro’s three-day suspension for fighting during school hours.

You’d seen Megumi before he’d gone home. He hadn’t had so much as a scratch on him; his face set in a frown, his arms crossed, his eyes downcast. You’d sighed at him and asked him if he was alright, and he’d shrugged.

He’s not a very talkative boy at the best of times, and you suppose that the suspension and the fight and the mini uproar it had caused in the school aren’t helping be any more verbose. You’d said goodbye to him and said that you hoped he thought about what had transpired today, your heart aching a little bit that you couldn’t be any more help to him.

You’d seen the three boys Megumi had got into a fight with, too. They had not gotten off so scot-free – they were bleeding noses, scraped cheeks, bruised eyes. At the very least, you don’t think any of them will get on Megumi’s wrong side again.

Gojo has to meet with all three of their parents tonight to give them the full story of why their children are so roughed up and what’s being done about it; a position that’s been doled out to him, you’re sure, because Principal Masamichi blames him for the incident and is punishing him. You can’t deny that seeing Gojo actually get punished for something is nice, but--

“Won’t they be mad to see me instead of you?” You ask him, biting your lip. “I mean . . . you’re his teacher. I’m just your aid.”

“Oh,” Gojo’s eyebrows rise behind his glasses. “No, it’ll be Megumi’s sister who’ll come, she’s a sweetheart! She’ll nod at you and say mournfully that she’ll talk to him and you’ll give her the paperwork, and that’s all – job done! Honestly, if I could palm this off on you and talk to Tsumiki instead, I’d do it in a heartbeat--”

“This is your job,” you tell him, exasperated, and he laughs wide and open. You’re not really supposed to get like this with him – if he were any other teacher, you’re sure that the exasperation and sighing and half-snapping you do would have had you thrown out of their class – but Gojo treats your irritation with him as if it’s the funniest thing that has ever happened. “You’re supposed to be good at dealing with this kind of thing!”

He shrugs.

“You’ll be fine!” He tells you, again. “Honestly, this isn’t the first time this has happened with Megumi and it won’t be the last. That kid’s got a right hook that could knock out an elephant!”

You do not ask him how he knows this. Asking too many questions of Gojo is always flirting with danger; you never know when his mouth will flash into a grin and you’ll suddenly be barraged with a flood of words and stories that don’t quite make sense and never seem to have a concrete end. But you can’t resist one last question – just in case it comes up. After all, it seems that Gojo has spoken to Tsumiki enough times for him to at least kind of know her--

“His sister?”

Gojo looks at you, and for a moment the shroud of capricious energy lifts from him, and he seems entirely serious. You’ve noticed this particular change in him only a few times – and often, those times have been about the more difficult backstories of students.

“His father isn’t around very often,” he says, eventually. “He’s some kind of something or other, Megumi never really says, but whatever he does, there’s a lot of travelling involved. Tsumiki’s his older sister – she’s twenty one, and she’s been more of a parent to him than it seems like his dad has.”

No wonder Megumi always seems suspicious and tired of Gojo. Something about his flighty nature probably strokes the back of Megumi’s psyche, where annoyances about an absent father are kept. You sigh, turning away and shaking your head to rid yourself of the idea of psychoanalysing the students.

“Alright,” you say wearily. “I’ll talk to Tsumiki.”

You’re nervous as you set up for the meeting. You know Gojo had said that this would be easy, that Tsumiki was very sweet and would probably apologise to you for Megumi being a problem – but still! This is the first time you’ve ever met any of your students’ guardian figures in any capacity. You feel kind of bad that it had to be for this kind of news, actually – ordinarily, you like Megumi a lot. He’s very intense and serious and clever, and you think that he has a bright future ahead of him when the trials of being a twelve year old boy finally are over – but this meeting isn’t for saying things like that. This meeting is for giving details of the three day suspension that Megumi has gotten for – you check the paperwork again – fighting three boys by himself on one of the sports courts, making them bleed and . . . breaking one of their arms? No wonder Gojo had seemed so miserable at the thought of meeting with the victims’ parents.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair, making sure that it still sits as neatly as you’d arranged it that morning. You check the clock to see you still have two minutes before anyone is due – you discreetly check your lipstick in a compact mirror (yesterday you’d had it on your teeth and you hadn’t realised until Mai had pointed it out with a laugh in her voice), smooth out your pencil skirt, tug at your stockings to make sure they’re pulled up and not wrinkling about your ankles . . .

And then, you wait.

The clock is straight across from you, so you’re able to see as Tsumiki is five minutes late, and then ten minutes late, and then fifteen. The tick-tock echoes in the room as your leg bounces against the floor, anxiety making you want to gnaw all of the carefully applied lipstick off of your mouth. From what Gojo had said, this doesn’t sound like Tsumiki at all – you’re just about to give up and pack all of your things away, figuring maybe she’d called into the office to say she couldn’t make it and telling you had been neglected, when the door slams open.

You rush to your feet, your sensible heels clacking on the ground.

“Miss Fushi--”

Your voice peters away.

The person stood in the doorway is, you’re certain, absolutely not Tsumiki Fushiguro.

For one thing, it’s a man. For another thing . . . well. You’re not entirely sure that a man with that expression on his face would ever be described to anyone as a ‘sweetheart’. Your frightened eyes linger on him for another moment, really taking in the broad shoulders and the muscles and the hair falling over his face, the dark, green eyes that are glaring at you like you’ve interrupted something very important. There’s a scar by his mouth that you also do your best not to stare at, just in the same way you avoid staring at how the form-fitting t-shirt he’s wearing clings to a muscled abdomen.

“It’s Mr, actually,” he says, which seems absurd in the face of him, standing there. He raises one eyebrow at you. “You were expecting my daughter, right?”

(You don’t know it, but Toji Fushiguro has gotten a read on you in less than a moment. He’s seen the wide eyes and the pretty mouth and the neatly appointed outfit, the pencil tucked behind your ear, the slightest tremble faced with his imposing presence – the fear as you’d seen the scar and the smoulder and the body. You’re adorable.)

“I . . . uuh--” Your cheeks are hot. You nod, weakly, and he walks into the room proper, the door swinging shut behind him with a deafening click. There’s danger in every one of this man’s movements, like a wolf who has finally cornered a little rabbit. You are feeling inexorably like prey, at this moment in time.

“I was expecting a man,” he says, shrugging. He sits at the chair in front of Gojo’s desk, pulled up just for him. He looks huge in the classroom; his shoulders too wide, his biceps bulging from the sleeve of the shirt. You don’t think this man was intending to be in a school classroom right now. “I guess you’re not Mr Gojo, huh? Gotta say,” he shoots you a grin that’s dangerous, everything about him is threatening. “I much prefer this development.”

“Oh,” you’re blustering, and it’s so cute. You sit back down in the chair with a quiet displacement of air, agitation in your fingers as you rake through the papers on the desk. Said desk is incredibly messy; Toji doesn’t think it’s yours. He ought to feel mad that they’ve palmed him off on some little assistant who’s probably not even fully qualified yet – instead, he’s watching your hands trembling and your teeth nibbling on your pretty mouth. “Y-yes, G-Gojo’s dealing with the parents of the other party--”

“My kid got into a fight, yeah?” He asks. “Decked ‘em pretty good, from what I heard.” You wince at his words, and that’s cute too.

“Megumi’s a good boy,” you say. “He’s just . . . got his own sense of justice, I think.” You look down at the papers, and your eyes seem to focus, back in a more comforting zone. “He’s been suspended for three days, and when he comes back, he’s on probation.”

“What’s that mean for him?” Toji asks, promptly, though something about the way he says it suggests to you he doesn’t really care. There’s a lightness, an airiness in his tone that sets you all off-kilter.

“It just means we’ll probably keep an especial eye on him. He’ll get a report that’ll need signing off on at the end of every period, someone will check up on it--” You see one of Gojo’s scrawled notes in the margin of the paperwork. You wince. “I’ll be in charge of it, actually. Making sure everyone’s happy with his behaviour for a few weeks--”

“How old are you, sweetheart?”

The question makes you jump. You’re like a doe in headlights, looking up at him. You blink slowly.

“I—I don’t think that’s an appropriate question, Mr Fushiguro,” you say, prim. That’s cute, too. He likes breaking prim and proper things like you. “I’m—I’m doing my training. I’m working as an aid here for a year, and then I’ll be qualified to be in charge of my own class.” There’s a hint of pride in your words, there.

“Toji,” he says. “That’s my name. You haven’t gotta call me ‘Mr Fushiguro’. I’m not tryna’ be pushy,” but he’s inched forward. His elbows are resting on Gojo’s desk, in front of you – he rests his chin on his folded hands, sharp eyes regarding you as if you’re something he wants to devour. “Y’just look tense.”

“This is the first time I’ve met a student’s parent,” you admit, though the minute it’s left your mouth you’re regretting it. Like you’re admitting to some kind of weakness. This close to him, you can see there’s a dark red stain on one of his wrists, like dried blood. Your stomach is tying itself in knots. It’s not helping that his forearms are so big, ridged with muscle.

“That so?” His eyes gleam. “What d’ya think of me?”

You don’t actually need to answer him. He can see it in the way your eyes keep nervously skimming over him. The way your lips are shining in the light. The bob of your throat as you swallow.

“Mr Fushiguro--”

“I told you to call me Toji,” his voice is almost mocking. You watch him lean over the table like you’re somewhere far away from the action – watch his hand reach out and cup your face, calloused thumb brushing your cheek, like you’re a ghost in the corner of the room. His palms feel like they’re burning hot. “You’re tremblin’, little lamb.”

You had thought you’d felt like a rabbit – shy, ready to run at any moment. But the moment his hand is on you, you’re docile – too scared to scamper away. You suppose you are like a lamb, staring a wolf straight on in the face, too stupid or too pliant to use your common sense and run.

“I . . . I shouldn’t,” you say, voice trembling just as much as the rest of you. Toji’s smirk hasn’t left his face. You’re saying you shouldn’t, but he just bets if he reached further down and unbuttoned your blouse, your nipples would pebble for him – he just bets there’s a wet stain on your underwear, right now. He can always tell when someone’s turned on by the idea of playing with fire.

“I wouldn’t mind spendin’ a few weeks with you in charge of me,” he muses, and then chuckles humourlessly, correcting himself. “Sorry. Lemme rephrase that. I’d rather be in charge of you, but--”

Oh, he sees that. The little flash in your eyes, an imperceptible contract of your shoulders. If you weren’t behind the desk, he bets he’d have seen your thighs press together too. Girls like you are just so fucking predictable, and he loves it every single time. There’s just something that’s so much fun about breaking them – making them submit, admit that him being so close with the scent of something-that-might-be-death clinging to him turns them on like nothing else. Your attempts at being haughty and polite and proud have just made the stirring between his thighs harder to ignore. You’re such a cute, neat, demure little thing – by the end of this meeting, he’s going to have his way with you, you bet.

“M-Mr Fushiguro,” you say, trying to wrest back control of yourself – honestly, he’s pissed you aren’t listening to him, but the title’s kind of endearing. You’re trying so hard! Pity you’re going to lose all of your manners when you’re bent over this desk with his cock inside you. You haven’t even moved your face away from his hand. “I-I have to give you these papers.”

He stands up, pulling his own touch away from your cheek. Stretches. Your eyes are drawn to the brief expanse of his stomach, just above his trousers – the dark line of hair leading down to . . . Oh, God. You shouldn’t have thought about that. The grin on his face is cocky, and you know that he knows you were looking.

“I’m just gonna throw ‘em in the trash, sweetheart,” he says to you. “Now. Let’s talk about the elephant in the room, yeah?” He steps closer to you. You totter to your feet, half-unsure, half driven by the low ache between your legs and the thrum of desire that’s been reverberating through you since the moment he’d carelessly thrown out how much happier he was to see you than Gojo. You have to tilt your head up a little when he comes closer. You’d thought you realised how massive he was when he’d walked through the door, but that’s nothing compared to how his size seems to dwarf you. Every unkind thought you’ve ever had about your body or your face seems to have gone out of the window as his heated green gaze hungrily drinks you in. You know it’s the stare of some predator who’s going to devour you, and you still feel transformed. Your breath catches in your throat as his hand idly comes to the top of your blouse buttons, a finger brushing the place in your throat where your pulse is beating its unsteady rhythm.

“Whaddya say, little lamb?” He grins down at you. “Gonna let yourself be caught by the big bad wolf?”

You’re supposed to be telling this man about his son’s misbehaviour, giving him all of the paperwork that Gojo had thrust at you, getting him to say he’ll talk to his kid and try and make sure that it won’t happen again. You shouldn’t be tipping your head back further, letting his fingertips lodge dangerously in the hollow of your throat, flirting with the place where your windpipe is. You shouldn’t be breathing out, all of your pretty prissiness and good morals and pride disappearing where you stand in the face of one of your students’ really hot dad.

“Yes,” you breathe.

And Toji wastes no time.

He doesn’t even bother unbuttoning your blouse; just drags his hand down, and the buttons pop off, scattering on the floor. You gasp at the show of strength, and Toji is still grinning, clearly enjoying that you’re admiring him. His hand pulls at the fabric, until your breasts are fair falling out of it, the blouse wrestles off your skin.

“You’re wearin’ something like this at work?” He asks you, giving a tug to the gore of your bra. You hadn’t done enough washing this week, and the one you’re wearing is all filmy white lace. “Almost like you knew I was comin’ huh?” His grin is crooked. You tremble as you reach behind you, undoing the clasp – and for that, you get a murmur of ‘good girl’ that has your knees turning to jelly.

He whistles as the bra drops from you, his gaze admiring. He takes in the spill of your breasts, the little peaks of your nipples. He takes handfuls of them, squeezing them in his big hands, his fingertips digging in so painfully you can imagine that you’ll have bruises in the shape of his fingers tomorrow. The idea doesn’t disgust you.

He lowers his head to kiss you. He’s not gentle with you for a moment – his teeth immediately nip at your bottom lip, kissing you hungrily like you’re the first taste of sugar for a man who’s lived on nothing but bread for months. His tongue licks at your lips, begging entrance – dancing against your own when you helplessly open those same lips, demanding in the exact same way Toji is.

He pinches your nipple between thumb and forefinger, delighting in how quickly the bud hardens. He rolls it between them, toying with it, enjoying the soft noises you make that get caught in his mouth. If he wasn’t kissing you, he thinks, you’d be bleating like a lamb right now. Huffing and whimpering. When he finally gets his cock in you, he’ll have to remember to clap a hand over your mouth so you don’t attract too much attention.

Your other nipple is given the same treatment, hot lightning bolts of pleasure ricocheting from the touch of Toji’s calloused fingers to the spot between your legs. You’re grateful for how solid Toji is – if he were any less so, you’re sure you’d be buckling over where you stand.

He pulls back with a final, marking nip to your lower lip, almost hard enough to make you bleed. You whine, and a dark chuckle spills out of his lips in response.

“Toji,” you whimper as he pulls away. You miss the feel of his body pressed against yours like a physical ache. His hands encircle your thighs, pushing you up onto the edge of Gojo’s desk, clever fingers already pushing your tight pencil skirt up so it’s bunched around your waist.

He kind of misses ‘Mr Fushiguro’ now it’s gone, but the sight of your stockings digging into your thighs soon chases the thought from his mind. He guesses your skirt is more than long and tight enough to make sure nobody gets a glimpse, but oh . . . that you’d be walking around all day, like that, with nobody to fuck you silly--

He can’t help but let his hands knead the soft skin, the flesh, his thumbs imprinting so hard in the plush that you squirm. He’s pressing your thighs apart, now – revealing the modest underwear, the soaking wet patch where he can see the outline of your plump labia lips.

With your legs spread, he can smell how turned on you are. Oh, yeah – he knows your type, alright.

“Ain’t you cute?” He says, chuckling. “You really want me to do you over this desk?”

“You can’t leave me like this--” Your voice is reedy, breathy, almost petulant – at another time, he’d make you beg for it. He’d take his time over you. But although the idea of being caught fucking the cute little teacher’s aid is briefly appealing, he doesn’t really want to make a whole load of trouble for himself when his cock is practically begging to be sheathed inside your wet holes. “Please--”

It’s the please that does it. It’s always the ‘please’ that does it for Toji. He chuckles, smirks, crooked grin – all of it feels like it’s mixing together in your mind, your throat very dry as nothing seems to matter right now except the fact that your sex is practically pulsing with how empty it is, and you think that the hot hard stiffness pressing against your thighs would really help alleviate some of that.

“Aww,” he says, fiddling with his zip and underwear, grabbing his cock and giving it a cursory pump just so you can admire the sheer size of him. “Don’t worry, little lamb. I’ll give ya what you need.”

He gets what he wants. Your eyes, as big and dark as the eyes of a doe – the soft choke of breath as you get to see the size of it, so big his own fingertips don’t quite meet. It’s the kind of cock that could ruin you for somebody else – and you’ve had sex before, of course, but you’ve never taken anything quite like that--

“That’s cute,” Toji murmurs, pressing forward, nestling his slick cock-head between your soaking wet thighs. “Wish you could have seen what a picture your face made just then. Afraid I’m gonna tear you in two?”

He might – he might, you think. But you pout at him and Toji’s cock throbs, as he glides the slick glans through the mess of your arousal, wetting himself even further. Your breath hitches, your hips doing a cute little jerk as it brushes your swollen clit. He can’t help himself but swirl the head over it some more, making your breath catch and whine, bleating like a little lamb--

He sinks his hips forward, and your fingers flex on the edge of the desk, knuckles white, at the relentless sear of his cock driving you open. You feel so stretched out, and he’s barely a third of the way in – he can’t help but watch your expression. He always likes to see someone the first time they’re impaled on his cock – the glassy eyes, slack jaw, the pleasure-cum-pain in their faces. He wants to take a picture of you and keep it in his wallet so he can pump one out to the sight of you when he’s on business trips and too busy to go out and find himself a hole to fuck.

“How’s that feel?” He asks you, so soft and low that you barely catch it. Another slow inch. He lets you feel every ridge, every vein, every bump of his shaft. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

“F-full—” you gasp.

“I bet,” Toji replies – and then, he bottoms out inside you. His eyes look down to where the two of you are joined; the slick fluid leaking out of you, all heat and needy. “You fit me like a glove.”

Your cheeks heat at the compliment, at the lewd way he’s looking at your spread open cunt – the way your hole is fluttering around him, the peeking pearl of your clit. He’s studying you like he wants to learn you by heart.

“Head’s up,” he says. “I’m gonna fuck you now.”

You’re about to open your mouth, and ask him what he’s doing right at that moment if he hasn’t started fucking you yet – but then, he’s dragged almost the entire length of his cock out of you in one savage thrust and is immediately spearing it back into you, his pace brutal. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your back hitting the solid, flat surface of Gojo’s desk so that you’re flat out with your thighs wrapped around Toji’s hips.

If he weren’t so entranced by the feel of your walls fluttering around him, trying to suck him in further and deeper, so tight that you’re basically a vice, he’d grab you by your hair and force you to stay seated whilst he fucked you. But right now, you feel so good that all he can think about is his own release. The wet sounds of his cock gliding in and out of you, the squelch of your arousal and slick making every pump easier and easier. You feel so good. You’re tighter than he even imagined you could be, so good that he kind of wants to take you home and have you take up permanent residence in his bed.

You’re moaning, your back arching with every one of his thrusts – taking it admirably. There’s pain in your moans, yes – he supposes he could have prepared you better, had you come on his fingers a couple of times, if time were not of the essence – but they’re the pained moans of someone who likes to be hurt a little bit.

With every rock of his cock inside of you, he hits some new spot that you’ve never had stoked before, makes the heat and need inside of you swim just a little bit closer to the forefront. You don’t even notice you’re moaning and whining until a big hand slaps over your mouth, rough, hot palm against your lips, smearing your lipstick.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and stay quiet,” Toji says to you, through those savage thrusts of his cock inside of you. “You don’t want your . . . your fuckin’ . . . anyone walkin’ in on you being railed by your student’s dad, do you?” You shake your head, but he feels the throb of your cunt around his cock, the way your walls contract, and he adds it to the store of things he’s learning about you. Always the quiet ones, right? Always the proper ones who look as though they’ve never even seen a cock--

The feel of him inside you is absolutely dizzying, so much and so full that you can no longer think. His cock batters against a certain place in your channel, a textured wall – and before you know it, everything is going dizzy and black and white like exploding fireworks, your chest bursting into heat, your inner walls getting so tight around Toji as you come that he thinks you’ll be the one to fucking break him.

Oh, you’re adorable, creaming on his cock – the slick gush of your arousal around him, the dreamy cast in your eye, the fact he can feel you drooling against his palm. He increases the speed of his own thrusts, chasing his release through the weak aftershocks and smaller pulses of you around him, through the over-sensitive squirming of your cute little cunt, the fact that tears are pooling in your eyes at how much everything is suddenly feeling--

He groans and the hand still clinging to your thigh is suddenly pressing so hard you think he’ll snap your bone, ragged breath;

“Fu—fuuuck, sweetheart, you’re gonna take it all, that’s right, good girl--” in between belaboured, ragged pumps, his cock twitching as he manages to pull out at the last moment and his release spills all over your thighs, luridly glistening wet in the overhead fluorescent lights.

That’s another moment he’d take a picture of, if he could.

He’s not the kind of man who waits around. He gives himself ten seconds, to catch his breath, to admire your plush thighs painted with his come, before he’s tucking himself back into his trousers and zipping zippers and doing buttons. He shoves his hands into his pockets, bouncing on the balls of his feet for a second – double checking he’s left nothing of his in the classroom.

Yep. All clear.

He turns to leave, air of cocky confidence back – you only just see the shifting muscles in his back as he turns to go, leaving you where you are. You’re lucky he’s so tall, or you’d probably barely have seen him in front of the door frame (you didn’t even lock the door, anyone could have walked in at any time! You don’t even want to know what Gojo would say if he’d walked in to his aid being fucked like a slut across his desk).

“W-wait,” you say, weakly, still sprawled over the desk with his come cooling on your thighs. You manage to prop yourself up on your elbows, but your entire body feels like it’s just taken a battering. He takes a look back at you from the door, dragging a big hand through his hair, his crooked grin still on his face. You look so pretty like that – all fucked out and messy, the shine taken off of you. “T-the paperwork--”

You’re not sure where said paperwork is. Underneath you, maybe? You hope it didn’t get soaked.

“Told ya’,” he says, dismissively. “I’m just gonna throw it in the trash. Thanks for the fun, sweetheart. See y’around, huh? I should do stuff for the kid’s academic career more often.”

The door slams shut behind him.

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Hey !!! I love your writing !!! Could I possibly request a super fluffy like wedding day where both you and Loki are nervous but it all goes away when you see each other and a wee lil bit of smut at the end? Totally cool if not !!! ✨💜

sorry this took so long, this was by far my longest oneshot! i wanted to fit in as much detail as possible, though i was tempted to turn this into a series as well haha. thank you for the request though, and feel free to ask for more :)) i hope you enjoy!

Loki's Bride

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,668

Content Warnings: fluff, lots of smut at the end

It was late afternoon, the warm sun guarding against the chill of the autumn breeze. You sat in front of the window, your eyes closed as a handmaiden worked on your makeup, another one standing behind you working on your hair. They had been doing this for what felt like ages, but you didn't mind; it took your mind off of how nervous you were. But then, you had reason to be nervous - today was your wedding day.

The crisp breeze wafted in from the open window, caressing your skin like a whisper, but you could barely feel it over the cold pricks of anxiety. You and Frigga had been planning this day for months now, and throughout the months you had been excited, but now that the day was here, you were nervous.

"It is time for the dress, Lady Y/N," Said the handmaiden who did your hair. You recalled her stating that her name was Ingrid, and the other maiden was named Eira.

Nodding, you stood and walked with Ingrid to the wardrobe, from which she grabbed a large garment bag.

"Her Majesty had this dress made for you," Eira said happily as Ingrid unzipped the bag. You were met by the most beautiful dress you had ever seen, a creamy off-white number with off the shoulder sleeves and intricate gold lacing, the skirt wide and puffy with a short train. Its beauty was almost unreal.

"It's gorgeous," You said, your fingers brushing the fabric.

Eira slipped your robe off of your shoulders, placing it on the bed as Ingrid helped you carefully step into the dress. As she zipped up the back, it hugged your waist and bosom snugly, but not uncomfortably tight. It was a perfect fit, as were the shoes and the waist belt for the dagger ceremony.

"This is amazing," You breathed, smoothing out the dress. It felt as though you had been transported into a faerie tale, with the dress, the handmaidens, the stunning view you had from your window, and the fact that you were marrying a prince.. You were afraid it was too good to be true.

A knock sounded at the door, and Eria walked over to answer it. "Your Majesty!" She said, bowing. "I was wondering when you would arrive, we've just finished getting Y/N into her dress."

Your eyes met Frigga's as she walked into the room, ever the epitome of grace. "Dearest Y/N, you look beautiful!" She said happily, her eyes trailing over you.

"Thank you," You replied, bowing slightly. "The dress.. I'm not sure how I could ever thank you for it, it's perfect."

Frigga waved you off. "I assure you no thanks are needed." It was then that you noticed the square, velvet box in her hands, and she followed your eyes downward. "Oh, yes. This is for you as well, dear." She opened it, and resting inside was a beautiful gold circlet with emeralds and diamonds inlaid, delicately woven to resemble leaves.

"Oh, Frigga, you shouldn't have," You said, feeling tears well up in your eyes. "I couldn't possibly accept this!"

"You can, and you will," She said gently, removing the circlet from the box. Gently clasping it at the back of your head, she turned you toward the mirror. "Go look."

Your eyes widened in shock as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Never in your life had you looked so beautiful, you were sure of it; your skin had a dewey glow, your hair was left down and curled simply, with intricate braids on either side of your head connecting in the back, the circlet pulling the whole look together. You truly looked like royalty.

The thought still nagged, however, that this was all too good to be true. Turning away from the mirror with a sigh, you took a seat in front of the window once more.

"Is there something troubling you?" Frigga asked, shooing the handmaidens out of the room and taking a seat on the wooden bench next to you, her eyes alight with worry.

"This seems too good to be true," You admitted. "What if Loki realises that he's making a mistake, or he realises he doesn't love me anymore? I'm only a mortal, and he's going to live on far longer after I've gone from this world."

Placing her hand over yours, she spoke. "I know my son, Y/N, and I can see from the way he looks at you how deeply he loves you. Please trust that all will be well."

"He's going to have to watch me grow old and sick and die, while he stays perfect," You voiced. You had realised this quite some time ago, but hadn't let yourself truly come to terms with it until now, and you felt yourself begin to panic. "I'm going to die centuries before him, and then he'll remarry, and-"

"Y/N!" Frigga said, snapping you out of your ramblings. "Do not think of such things. Focus your mind on the love you hold for him, and the love he holds for you; a love as true and pure as yours does not happen often, believe that Loki will not allow anything to happen to you."

"Your Majesty," Ingrid spoke from the doorway. "It's time."

As the two of you stood, Frigga wrapped her arms around you in a warm embrace. "Focus on your love for him," She repeated in your ear. "All will be well, I promise."

~time skip~

All too soon, you stood facing the doors that led out into the garden, where the wedding was taking place. Thor was at your side, your arm looped through his as the two of you waited for the music to start, your cue to walk down the aisle.

"What if I forget my vows?" You asked frantically. "What am I supposed to do then?"

Thor chuckled, patting your hand. "Lady Y/N, you have been studying your vows for weeks, I have good faith that you will not forget them. However, if you do, simply speak from your heart."

You heard the low sound of the music begin, and that meant there was only a moment before the doors would open and you would face the people of Asgard and the Allfather, and you felt your heart race. "Please don't let me fall," You whispered.

"Never," Thor whispered back, squeezing your hand. Taking a deep breath, you squared your shoulders as the doors opened.

It took only a moment for your eyes to adjust to the light, and almost immediately you spotted Loki. As you and Thor began walking slowly, you watched Loki's eyes widen as he looked at you, his lips parting slightly as a blush rose to his cheeks. You saw nothing but love in his eyes, and you smiled as your own eyes took him in, looking handsome as ever in the Asgardian leather suit he so prided himself on.

Looking down, you saw that the white carpet that stretched from the doors to the altar was sprinkled with beautiful red bougainvillea flowers, which you'd requested as soon as you'd discovered that they were Loki's favourite. He noticed this as well, looking down at the flowers and giving you a small smile.

There were hundreds of people in attendance, most of them being residents of Asgard, many of whom you had yet to meet, all standing with their eyes on you. You saw many happy smiles, but also caught a few jealous stares from some of the women, and flushed. Continuing your slow steps, you focused your gaze back on the handsome groom waiting for you.

As you neared the altar, you spotted your team - your family, standing in the front rows greeting you with wide smiles. When you had first told them about your relationship with Loki, a year and a half after he'd returned to New York to gain pardon from the people of Earth, and six months after your relationship had begun, they were understandably shocked. But through your time spent with him, he had shown you a softer, gentler side to him, one that they had not yet seen. An even bigger shock came when Loki had proposed to you in front of everyone at the New Year's Eve party that Tony had thrown, but now, they expressed nothing but happiness for the two of you.

You felt your heart swell as you looked at them, even more so as you looked back at Loki, and it took everything in you not to pick up your dress, run to your groom, and throw yourself into his arms. This was everything you had dreamt of and more since he proposed to you eight months ago, and you wanted to laugh at yourself for being so nervous. How could you have thought, even for a second, that he would just stop loving you?

Thor pulled his arm out of yours, placing his hand on your shoulder and smiling as he took his place with the rest of the team in the front row. You picked up your dress and walked up the steps of the beautiful stone gazebo, decorated with bright, beautiful flowers and leaves, taking your place across from him.

"You are stunning, my love," Loki said quietly, his blue eyes gazing into your e/c ones as he took your hands.

"As are you," You replied, squeezing his hands. "I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Nor can I."

The music quieted as Odin stepped in front of the two of you and raised his hands, cueing everyone to take their seats.

"Good evening, people of Asgard and guests." Lowering his hands, he continued. "Today, we have taken ourselves out of our usual routines of daily living to witness the union between Loki of Asgard, and Y/N of Midguard." He gestured to each of you respectively. "As Loki and Y/N prepared for the ceremony, they took time to reflect upon what it is they love in the other, and they will now state these vows, starting with the groom."

Loki smiled at you lovingly. "I, Loki of Asgard, by the life and seidr that flows through my blood and the love that resides for you within my heart, take you by my hand, my heart, and my spirit, to be my chosen one. There is not a moment where you do not take my breath away, and I will never seek to change you in any way. I will trust and respect you as your own person and realise that your needs are no more important than my own.

"I hereby promise to love you wholly and completely, without restraint, in sickness and in health, in plenty and in poverty, in this life and beyond, where we shall meet, remember, and love again. I will grow along with you and I am willing to face change with you. I will always respect you, your beliefs, your people and your ways as I respect myself, as I am your partner and we shall be equal in all things.

"I cannot begin to describe how happy I am to have won the joy of such a consort, and I will forever delight in the love of you. I will cherish each tear to fall from your eyes, both in sadness and in joy, and I will do my best to ensure you are safe and secure, and to honour the love you have for me. To find someone as special as you, out of all in the Nine Realms, is something I never imagined possible. Today, Y/N, I give myself to you and vow to love you eternally."

You couldn't stop the tears that welled up in your eyes as he finished, looking at you with such love and adoration you had to restrain yourself from kissing him then.

"And now, the bride will state her vows," Odin said.

Taking a deep breath, you squeezed Loki's hands. "I, Y/N of Midguard, by the life that flows through my blood and the love that resides for you in my heart, take you by my hand, my heart, and my spirit, to be my chosen one. I promise to love you when you are confident in yourself, as well as when you cannot bear your own reflection. I will love you when all is perfect, and when it seems all is falling apart. I promise to never judge you, nor your feelings, and to listen to you always, even when it's hard.

"From the moment our paths crossed you have surprised me, distracted me, captivated me, and challenged me in a way that no one ever has. I have fallen in love with you countless times, again and again, without reservation, and I still cannot believe that I am allowed the honour of being your bride.

"Whilst I cannot promise that dark clouds will never hover over our lives, or that the future will bring us many rainbows, I can promise that regardless of what lies ahead I will be by your side through all of it. You have my everlasting devotion, my loyalty, my respect, and my unconditional love.

"You are what makes my life a joy to live, and I vow to cherish every moment that I get to spend in your company. I would, on no uncertain terms, do anything for you. I will always choose you, in this life and every one beyond, in any world, and in any version of reality, I will find and choose you. Today, Loki, I give myself to you and vow to love you eternally."

"Now," The Allfather said after a beat of silence, "The couple will now exchange their handmade daggers."

The two of you released each other's hands, and you turned behind you to receive the dagger that you had made for Loki from Frigga. At the same time, Loki had turned to Odin for the dagger he made for you. Turning back to each other, you each held up your daggers, then Loki leaned toward you and placed the dagger into your waist belt, and once he was finished you repeated his actions, placing your dagger into his waist belt.

"Present your rings," Odin said, and both of you complied.

"I give you this ring as a symbol of my love everlasting," Loki said as he slid the ring onto your finger.

"I give you this ring as a symbol of my love everlasting," You repeated, sliding the ring onto his finger.

Odin spoke once more. "Loki of Asgard, and Y/N of Midguard, today you celebrate one of life's greatest moments and give recognition to the worth and beauty of love. As you have stated your vows with your lips, so you shall seal them with your lips."

Throwing your arms around your now husband, you pressed your lips to his with such force it was as though you had been starved of his kiss for years. The thundering applause and shrill cheers seemed to fade away as you kissed Loki, your fingers tangling in his jet black hair as his hands wrapped around your waist and lifted you, spinning you in a circle.

Setting you back down, Loki broke the kiss, leaning his head against yours and looking at you longingly. "I love you so very much, Y/N," He whispered with a smile.

"I love you, too, Loki," You whispered back, feeling happier than you had ever thought possible.

~time skip~

After you had changed out of your wedding dress into your reception dress, you and Loki enjoyed the festivities and feast for a while, dancing in merriment with everyone until Loki had pulled you aside.

"I need to speak with you," He said lowly, leading you over to the balcony. The two of you stepped out into the crisp night air, and Loki shut the doors, presenting you with a black box.

"What is this?" You asked, confused.

"I have one last proposal to make," He said, getting down on one knee. "If you truly wish to spend forever with me," Opening the box, a single apple that appeared to be made of gold rested inside, "All you need do is eat this apple."

Your throat felt tight as you looked at the apple. "Loki…"

"This is an Apple of Idun, it is what originally granted the Gods and Goddesses immortality, and if you wish, it will grant it for you as well," He explained.

Your eyes welled up with tears as you touched the apple. It was cool, and felt like a normal apple. Frigga's words from earlier when you voiced your fear of dying before Loki poured into your mind and you gasped. "Frigga-?"

"It was her idea," He admitted. "She convinced Idun to spare an apple in the name of love. Do you accept?"

You sank to your knees, putting yourself at the same level as Loki. "Forever?" You asked, searching his eyes.

"Forever," Loki replied sincerely.

Slowly grasping the apple, you considered the weight of what you were about to do. Were you truly ready to give up mortal life, to live for thousands of years like the people of Asgard?

Looking into Loki's blue eyes, full of love and hope, you knew the only answer was yes. For him, you would do anything.

Bringing the apple to your lips, you sunk your teeth into the soft flesh, biting a chunk out and chewing it slowly. It was sweeter than any apple you'd ever eaten on Earth, perfectly ripe with juices trickling down your chin. Taking another bite, you almost moaned at how delicious it was, reveling in the taste. It seemed the apple had no core, no seeds, so it was unable to be replanted, and you were able to eat the entire thing.

You felt something akin to the feeling of your limbs falling asleep, the tingling sensation spreading over the whole of your body. Your vision blurred, and you would have fallen back if Loki had not caught you and laid you in his lap. A strange, out of body feeling overtook you, as though you were hovering over the two of you, the body laying in Loki's lap no longer yours. It was as if the universe had poured a bit of its everlasting essence into your veins, feeling like the purest magic had filled your body. Then, as soon as it started, it was over.

Vision cleared, you looked up at your husband, seeing him much more clearly than you had before. Every strand of hair caught your attention, every wrinkle in his suit, every line in his hands.

"You are breathtaking," You gasped, your eyes wide in awe. "What just happened?"

Loki smiled softly. "You became immortal."

Sitting up, you threw your arms around Loki, and he grunted, your new strength taking him by surprise. "I cannot wait to spend forever with you," You whispered. "I love you so much."

"Nor can I, my love," He whispered back.

~ time skip ~

The two of you had rejoined the festivities, dancing and grazing on the plethora of food, conversing with the people of Asgard and your team, but now it was time for your honeymoon to officially begin.

Grasping your hand, Loki put his lips to your ear. "I do believe it is time we consummate our marriage, my love," He said lowly.

You felt heat blossom in your core, and blushed. Bidding goodnight to your team, you followed Loki out of the room, followed by a chorus of cheers and wolf-whistles. Tonight was the first night you were to be intimate with Loki in such a manner - he had been being watched by Heimdall and the Allfather most of the time the two of you had been dating, so you had only been able to steal kisses here and there. Not the most romantic, but it was better than nothing.

Now, however, as Loki pulled you to his chambers, you felt almost as nervous, if not more so, than you had before the ceremony. No one was watching you now, the two of you were utterly alone.

Loki stopped outside the door to his chambers, turning to you. For a moment you were confused, but then he scooped you up, bridal style, and carried you over the threshold. The door closed with a solid thud behind you as he walked you to his bed, setting you down gently. After the ceremony you had changed into a shorter dress, the hem reaching your mid-thigh, with a white skirt and lace top that wrapped around your neck. Now, Loki eyed it hungrily, wanting it off.

Gently holding the back of your head in his hand, Loki kissed you, laying you down slowly as he hovered above you. His lips claimed yours completely, his tongue swiping along your lower lip. You gasped lightly, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. Feeling a familiar tingling sensation, you realised Loki had used his magic to remove the clothing from both of you, leaving you in undergarments, and you blushed, instinctively moving your arms to cover yourself.

Pulling back, Loki met your eyes. "Hear this now. You need never cover yourself in front of me. You are a treasure to behold, my love, and in my eyes, you are nothing short of perfection." His hands gently pried yours away from your body, his eyes relishing the sight. "There is not a single soul in the Nine Realms that I would rather be with right now, and not a single thing in the Nine Realms that could take me away from you. I love you, not only for your body but for your soul, your mind, your heart and your spirit."

He said every word with such sincerity, his eyes showing nothing but love for you, that you could think of only one thing to say.

"Kiss me."

He did, with an intensity that rivaled every other kiss he'd ever given you, including your wedding kiss. It was so filled with passion that you were certain no being in the Nine Realms and beyond had shared such a kiss before, it felt as though the universe itself was bowing from the vehemence of the kiss.

Every inch of your skin that Loki caressed seemed to be set alight, and you were certain that, had you not been holding him, you would have floated away to Valhalla. You felt his hardened member brush the thin lace veil that covered your core, and were unable to quiet the moan that fell from your lips as your hips bucked, desperate for more.

Loki's lips left yours, venturing down your jaw, your neck, your collar, kissing every inch of exposed skin. You were hot and cold all at once, your body nearly vibrating from the force of your arousal as his lips travelled lower, between your breasts, down your stomach, to your thighs. He peppered delicate kisses along the inside of your thighs, looking up at you as his fingers hooked in the waistband of your panties.

"Is this okay?" He asked, pausing.

"Oh Gods yes, Loki," You breathed, your chest heaving with the force of your breaths as you met his eyes.

Slowly, deliberately, he pulled the thin lace fabric down your hips, tossing them to the side as he took in the sight of your glistening core before him. He pressed two long, dexterous digits against your opening, sliding them inside of you and pumping at an agonisingly slow pace. His head dipped down, lips just barely brushing your sensitive nub, inhaling your sweet, musky odour before pressing a kiss to your core.

"Please, Loki, stop teasing me," You whined, gripping the sheets.

He smirked. "As you wish." With force, he launched an assault with his lips, his tongue expertly swirling around your nub whilst his fingers curled perfectly against your g-spot. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you moaned loudly, fingers tangling in his soft raven locks.

Loki's free hand gripped your thigh so tightly as he devoured you, you were sure it would bruise. He moaned, sending delicious vibrations through your core and your orgasm ripping through you with a force you had never before felt, your body set aflame as his name fell repeatedly like a prayer from your lips.

Pulling his head back, your husband looked at you with dark, lust filled eyes as he brought his fingers, covered with your arousal, to his lips. Slowly, he put them in his mouth, sucking off every bit of your juices before pulling them out and climbing on top of you, pressing a kiss to your lips and allowing you to taste yourself.

"You are sweeter than the finest søt vin," Loki said lowly.

Butterflies were no match for the hurricane that erupted in your stomach. "I want you," You begged softly. "All of you. I'm yours."

With a flick of his wrist, the rest of the clothing was removed from both of you. Your eyes moved down, almost of their own accord, taking in the size of his member. You were no virgin, and you were sure Loki wasn't, either but you had never been with someone of such size and girth, and it would be dishonest to say you weren't intimidated.

"I'll be gentle, love," He said softly, his hand caressing your cheek.

"I trust you," You replied, leaning into his touch.

Kissing you softly, you felt the God position his manhood at your entrance, sinking himself into you slowly. He groaned at your tightness, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he waited for your hole to adjust to his large size. The sensation of being so wholly filled by him was a bit painful, your walls stretching to their limit as they tried to accommodate him, and after a moment you bucked your hips.

Pumping into you slowly, the pain morphed into pleasure as your legs wrapped around his waist, allowing him to sink deeper into you. He quickened the motions of his hips, the head of his manhood perfectly hitting your g-spot as he thrust into you. Both of you were moaning, your lips roaming each other, hands groping anywhere they could reach as Loki plunged into your opening again and again.

"Please, harder," You moaned, gripping his shoulders.

All too happy to oblige your request, Loki brought his hips to meet yours with such force that you saw stars. Moaning loudly, your nails dug into his skin as he thrust into you harder, his movements growing faster as you both neared your climax.

Wrapping his arms around you, Loki pulled you upright so that you were sitting on his lap, continuing to pound into you as he brought your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before nibbling lightly. Delirious with pleasure, you gripped his hair and pulled, earning a loud moan as his nails raked down your back. He smashed his lips to yours, and you bit his lip so hard it drew blood as your orgasm hit you with even more force than the first, your primal screams of pleasure filling the room as he buried himself to the hilt inside of you, releasing his seed as he shouted obscenities.

After a final few pumps, he pulled out of you, the two of you falling back onto the mattress, limbs entangled and your head on his chest.

"I will never grow tired of that," You giggled, fingers drawing lazy swirls on his pale skin. "This has been the best day of my life."

Loki smiled. "It was mine as well." The two of you were covered in a sheen of sweat, and with a lazy wave of his hand, the window opened and a cool breeze wafted over the two of you.

"I love you," You said sleepily.

"I love you," He replied.

"Forever?"

"Forever."

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allergic to you

Word Count: 3, 713

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x High School Age!Fem!Reader

Warnings: some swear words I guess, but as per usual, it’s just fluff from me.

A/N: Guess who’s finally joined another fandom lol hello Haikyuu fandom! Pls be kind, it’s my first time writing for this fandom but I am in love with Karasuno boys, it’s problematic. Anyways, please let me know if you liked it! Sorry if I didn’t quite capture him the way other writers do haha. Also, Y/N = Your (Last) Name, just cause typing Y/L/N is exhausting lol my b

(Not my gif, credits to the original creator!)

Yamaguchi was trying his very hardest not to laugh, his hands clasped together in front of his lips to stifle his giggles as the tall blond boy he had known for years just looked at him desperately.

“It’s not funny,” Tsukishima’s lips formed into a frown (almost a pout), looking away from his friend nervously. His fingers played with some chopsticks, poking at his uneaten lunch.

Yamaguchi had never see Tsukishima Kei nervous. Volleyball games? Totally calm. Math class? Easy. Exam season? Piece of cake.

But put Tsukishima near a girl? No, scratch that. Not just any girl. Put Tsukishima near Y/N? It was all over for him. Suddenly, this 190cm tall boy wanted to shrink small enough to run away and not be noticed.

“It’s a little funny, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi insisted, finally letting out just a tiny chuckle that he just couldn’t hold back. “I think you’re overreacting. Just a bit.”

Tsukishima’s eyes turned back to the other boy, staring at him as if analyzing him, “How could I be overreacting? I’m telling you, I’m allergic!”

Yamaguchi was really trying his best to be supportive, knowing that talking about things was already hard for Tsukishima, especially when involving a particularly cute girl. “You think... you’re allergic... to Y/N,” Yamaguchi retorted slowly, repeating how Tsukishima started this convo with.

“Don’t be an idiot,” Tsukishima scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Obviously it’s some product she uses or something,” his nose scrunched up slightly as he tried to think of what it could possibly be. “Like that hand lotion she uses. The one that smells like vanilla and brown sugar,” Tsukishima proclaimed, nodding to himself like he had solved the mystery.

The green haired boy was still trying his best to be supportive. He nodded slowly, giving a forced smile to his best friend as he slowly spiralled into insanity. He had never seen Tsukishima this desperate for answers before. “Hasn’t she let you use some of that hand lotion?” He wondered aloud, remembering very specifically how red Tsukishima’s ears got when she rubbed a bit into a rash he had gotten on his hand.

“Gotta take good care of your hands if you play volleyball, Tsukishima-san!” Y/N had beamed, her fingers massaging the cream in.

Tsukishima had practically fainted that day, though he’d never admit it.

The blond’s frown tightened, holding his hand to his chin in thought, “Right. So not the hand lotion then.”

“Maybe she got a new perfume?” Yamaguchi offered, nibbling on some of his lunch while Tsukishima thought it out.

“No, she’s still using the same one,” He mumbled, and Yamaguchi smirked to himself, knowing that Tsukishima would’ve never admitted before that he knew little details like this about her.

“Well. what kinds of symptoms do you have? Maybe that’ll narrow it down,” Yamaguchi suggested, leaning his head back on the wall behind them. It wasn’t unusual for Tsukishima to want to eat some place quiet, but today had been the first day that he had practically dragged Yamaguchi to this small secluded spot behind the school. The two of them sat against a wall to eat, though Tsukishima’s lunch had been completely forgotten.

“I just-” Tsukishima hesitated, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance as he tried to word how his body felt every time she was around. “I always feel so lightheaded. And my heartbeat’s always irregular too. Sometimes it feels like I can’t breathe properly.” His hand slid into his jacket pocket, pulling out his phone and tilting the screen towards Yamaguchi to show him a medical diagnostic page on the web. “Some people say these are symptoms of allergies. Or an anxiety attack. But I’m leaning more towards allergies.”

Yamaguchi squinted at the text, “You... Googled it?” He asked, a playful smile on his lips, glancing up at Tsukishima, amused.

“Well, what else am I supposed to do?” Tsukishima scoffed, scrolling through the page. “I don’t know what else it could be. It’s not with anyone else. It can’t be the classroom either, cause when she’s not around, I don’t feel anything.”

“Hm. So what’re you going to do about it?” Yamaguchi asked, going along with this ‘allergic’ idea as much as he could. He knew Tsukishima was very rational and even if he suggested what he figured was happening, Tsukishima would never listen.

“D-Do?” Tsukishima blinked. He hadn’t thought about what the next step was.

“Well I assume you don’t want to keep feeling that like right? You could always ask the teacher to move you, I suppose. Then ask her not to attend any of our games. Avoiding her for the rest of your life seems like the best choice doesn’t it?” Yamaguchi asked innocently, closing up his lunch box and taking a sip from his juice.

Tsukishima stayed quiet, eyebrows still furrowed and the frown on his face tightening. He knew that made sense - one of the girls in their class was allergic to nuts and she always had to be careful what she ate, and he had even heard of some people not eating or drinking milk products because of allergies. The logical part of his brain agreed with Yamaguchi, perhaps staying away from Y/N was the only answer.

“Then... maybe it’s not an allergy,” Tsukishima mumbled quietly. He hated going back on his word but he couldn’t deny that he loathed the idea of not seeing Y/N’s smile ever again. Or seeing her sit with someone else. “Maybe it’s just something I have to get used to.”

“You know, Tsukishima,” Yamaguchi started again, looking off to the scenery that was in front of them. His voice was light and airy as he tried to coax his friend to the idea, “What you’re going through sounds a lot like-”

Tsukishima could hear it in his voice, he knew the next word forming from Yamaguchi’s lips before it even entered the air. He slammed his lunch box closed and stood up abruptly, turning away from the other boy’s eyes. “Lunch is over,” he grumbled, as if that was the reason he stood up so dramatically.

Yamaguchi smirked and packed up his things, shaking his head slowly when Tsukishima wasn’t looking. He wasn’t at all surprised that Tsukishima was having a hard time accepting his feelings.

The word hung in the very serious boy’s mind for the rest of the day. He tried not to focus so much on Y/N as he sat next to her for the rest of their classes, tried to not inhale too much or look in her general direction, in fear that his “allergy” would act up again.

He was almost positive it wasn’t... that. He would know for sure if it was, wouldn’t he? His nose scrunched slightly as he thought about the music he had listened to before, ones that had just a good melody and beat and he definitely didn’t listen to because of the lyrics since they were about... that thing.

Didn’t some people talk about their heart feeling like it was going to fall out of their chest? That they found it hard to breathe? That it was like all life stopped when they saw that person? And that despite all this, they never wanted to be without them?

Tsukishima had to get to the bottom of this. He was either experiencing some sort of allergic reaction to her or he was experiencing feelings. He thought about ignoring them, pretending like they didn’t exist so that maybe everything would go back to normal one day. But how long would that take? Wouldn’t it just be easier to rip off the bandaid and find out now?

At the end of class, Tsukishima zoomed his way out of class, not waiting for Yamaguchi like usual.

“Is he alright, Yamaguchi-san?” Y/N asked, surprised that the two best friends weren’t walking out together like they had every other day. Some days, they would even walk out with Y/N on their way to practice. But apparently, not today.

“He’s got a lot on his mind,” Yamaguchi explained, waving it away with a smile. Perhaps today he would be walking home by himself. And that was fine by him.

Y/N packed up her things and waved goodbye to her other classmates, heading out the door and slipping in her headphones. Her mind drifted to all the things she had to do when she got home, whether or not there were leftovers to heat up today or if she should cook something up.

“You take so long,” a drawl voice interrupted the very beginning of her first song. She blinked in surprise, looking to her right where Tsukishima was leaning against a tree.

Y/N pulled out one earbud, tilting her head as she watched him. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen him do this casual, I-don’t-care-about-anything lean, with his headphones around his neck and his hands shoved in his pockets. But there was something different about him this time. Why was he avoiding her eyes? Why was he not giving her an annoyingly carefree smile? Why were his ears turning pink?

“Were you... waiting for me, Tsukishima-san?” Y/N asked slowly. He didn’t move for a moment, as if still calculating something in that big brain of his. He pushed off of the tree after sighing, walking over to her slowly.

“Obviously,” was all he said, glaring down at her as if she should’ve known this.

“You rushed out of class so quick, I thought you were already going home,” Y/N responded, still a bit confused. “Don’t you and Yamaguchi normally walk home together?”

Why did she have to question so much? Why couldn’t she just realize what he was trying to do? Tsukishima huffed and grabbed her hand, dropping a nice cool juice box in it. His eyes darted away from her next inquisitive look, but glanced back almost immediately because he wanted to see her eyes widen just a little at her favourite juice box.

“W-What is this?” Y/N asked, holding it in her hands. Part of her wanted to examine it to make sure he hadn’t somehow tricked her into holding something that wasn’t actually juice. She looked up at him suspiciously - Tsukishima knew her favourite juice?

“You didn’t have one with you today. I figured you forgot your wallet again today,” Tsukishima mumbled, shoving his hands in his jacket again.

“O-Oh. I did, thank you. Um,” Y/N hesitated. Was Tsukishima trying... to be nice? “Why... why did you buy it for me?”

“I just said why,” Tsukishima scoffed, flicking her head gently. He scolded himself internally, feeling guilty as soon as she showed the surprise on her face. She’s asking why you thought to be nice, Kei, stop being snarky, he told himself harshly. “Sorry,” he muttered quickly, feeling almost immediately bad for flicking her.

Y/N just laughed though, giggles spilling from her lips as she looked up at him, “Are you feeling okay, Tsukishima-san? You’re turning red,” she teased gently and he looked away from her quickly, hating how quickly his face heated up.

He took a breath, trying to mimic how calm he was on the court. He turned back to look at her with a cocky smile and confidence gaze, though he was sure she could tell he was nervous, “I’m fine, Y/N-san. But I need to tell you something. And I’m only going to say it once so listen up.”

Y/N watched him intently, noting the fake confidence he was trying to put on. She nodded as he looked at her for any sign to keep going.

His lips opened for a moment and Y/N could’ve sworn there was a moment of panic in his eyes when nothing came out. “I’m going to walk you home today,” Tsukishima stated finally, each word thudding into the air. He felt his confidence falter as the wrong words left his mouth, shifting his bag on his shoulder and starting to walk ahead.

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, feeling her confusion only rise. Did he really build up that whole thing... just to walk her home?

“Hurry up or I’ll leave you here,” Tsukishima called behind his shoulder, still walking ahead. He was internally punching himself, groaning and uttering insults at his own stupid self. Couldn’t even say it. Couldn’t just say Y/N I like you and I think I’m either allergic to you or I’m utterly in love with you but I’ve been told I suck at explaining how I feel and that I never say the right things at the right time so please just reject me so I can move away from these exhausting feelings.

“Want some?” Y/N’s gentle voice was suddenly beside him, and Tsukishima felt his stomach doing that flipping motion again. He glanced down at her and saw her holding up the juice box at him. “Seems only fair, since you bought it,” she explained, the glimmer in her eyes making him feel way too warm inside.

“Sure,” he mumbled after a moment. She smiled just a little bit wider, holding up the juice to him, expecting him to just snatch it away and drink. But no, Tsukishima being a little bitch and deciding that if he couldn’t admit anything with words, he could try with actions, leaned down slightly, and latched his lips onto the straw. His hand wrapped around hers over the juice box, holding it still as he took a sip.

Y/N felt like she was suddenly bright red, her heart possibly having exploded right then and there. His eyes looked up to meet hers as he sipped, smirking a bit as he noticed the panicked and flushed look in her eyes.

Maybe the feeling is... mutual?

“Mm,” he hummed, pulling away after keeping her gaze for a second. “I guess I can see why you like it.”

Y/N had shivers running up and down her spine, feeling like Tsukishima had looked into her very soul and knew about her year-long crush on him.

The two of them started walking a bit slower after that, and to the external eye, you’d probably just see two classmates walking home together. But look a little closer, and you’d see both of them having internal conflicts. They managed to walk through the small roads filled with shops and make it about halfway to Y/N’s house in complete silence.

“Y/N-san,” Tsukishima finally ended it, the agonizing silence, in which he had been racking his brain trying to think of how to start a conversation. He stopped in his tracks as he spoke the one word, the two of them now on a quieter dirt path. There was no one to interrupt them, no one to save Tsukishima from embarrassment, no Yamaguchi to fill the awkward silence.

“Hm?” Y/N looked back at him, noticing him just standing there. “Are you alright, Tsukishima-san?”

“There’s something I need to say,” he started, his hands in his pockets clenched into fists.

“O-Oh okay.”

“I’ve been... feeling sick around you.” Baka, he scolded himself for what felt like the millionth time. That definitely wasn’t the way he had wanted to say it. “I-I mean, not like sick sick but like allergy sick,” he tried to recover, but scoffed at himself since that wasn’t all that much better.

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed in response, trying to think about his reactions lately. He had definitely been more flushed lately, but she always thought that was annoyance. He’d been quieter and more distant, but it was Tsukishima after all. He looked over to her desperately, hoping to see that she was understanding what he was trying to say. She wasn’t.

Tsukishima was starting to get frustrated. He knew he wasn’t the greatest at communicating but how hard was it to see how much he liked her? Yamaguchi saw it, hell, even his upperclassmen teased him about it when they first saw Tsukishima and Y/N walking out of class together one day. So why did other people who didn’t need to know it, why did they understand but she didn’t? Why was she so dense?

You’re not saying anything, his mind reminded him as he scowled to himself.

“It has to be that,” Tsukishima finally continued quietly, his eyes now staring at his feet. He was practically trying to convince himself now. It had to be that there was a health related issue with him being around her. It had to be that, because if it wasn’t, it meant that Tsukishima had to tell her how he felt. And that meant that he was probably going to end up hurt. Why a girl like Y/N hung around a guy like him anyways was beyond him.

“Why?” Y/N frowned, still terribly lost in the cosmos of this odd confession. “Why would it have to be that?”

“Because if it isn’t that, then it means that I’ve fallen completely head over heels for you.”

Tsukishima wasn’t sure how he had managed to say the words. But there it was. His fists tightened even more, his fingernails digging into his palm so hard it was starting to hurt.

His eyes closed tightly, turning his head away from her. He didn’t want to look. He didn’t want to see laughter or disgust in her eyes. Maybe he could take it back now. Maybe he could-

Tsukishima jumped at the feeling of a poke on his chest, his eyes opening in surprise when he found Y/N standing much closer than she was earlier. “Are you teasing me?” She asked defensively, squinting her eyes up at him.

“T-Teasing?” Tsukishima stammered. He watched her eyes, noting how visibly upset she looked and he could feel his frustration rising. He had finally said what he had wanted to say this whole time... and she wasn’t even reacting the way she was supposed to. How stupid did she have to be? And why did she have to look so damn cute while doing it?

“Yamaguchi-san told you, didn’t he? I knew that poophead couldn’t keep his mouth shut,” she grumbled, crossing her arms against her chest. “He swore he wouldn’t tell you, but I should’ve known. You guys are best friends and all.”

“Told me... told me what?”

“That I’ve liked you practically since we met,” Y/N huffed, putting her hands on her hips. “Listen, Tsukishima-san, if you don’t like me back, you don’t have to tease me like this. I’m perfectly fine being rejected,” she told him with a pout on her lips (she was definitely not fine being rejected, and was planning on crying at home after this). “Don’t act like you didn’t know.”

Tsukishima‘s eyes widened, staring at her like she had grown a second head. “You... You like me?” He gulped. His allergies must be getting worse, his heart was thumping so hard against his chest, he couldn’t think straight.

Y/N and him shared a confused look for a moment, neither one of them sure who was teasing whom at this point. “Didn’t... didn’t you know? That’s why you’re being nice to me?” She asked him, poking his chest again. “Why else would you be walking me home and buying me juice?”

“Why would...” Tsukishima’s lips curled into a smile and suddenly he burst out into laughter, tilting his head back in amusement.

“Why are you laughing?” Y/N whined, punching his arm lightly with a huff. “This isn’t a time to be laughing at me!”

Tsukishima straightened up with his signature cocky smile, shaking his head as he fixed his glasses on his face. Then, his hand moved to hit the top of her head.

“OW! Tsukishima-san!”

“You idiot. Why would I be standing here confessing to you if I was just going to make fun of you?” Tsukishima scoffed, smirking at her. “If I didn’t like you back and I found out you liked me, don’t you think I would’ve made it clear by now that you never stood a chance?”

Y/N thought about this for a moment, remembering that one time a girl in a different class had confessed to him after attending one of his matches.

“I think you’re incredible, Tsukishima-san! A-And I just.... well I just...”

“Are you trying to confess to me?” Tsukishima didn’t even bother looking up from his study book, finishing an equation before even glancing at her. “You should just give up now. I’m not interested.”

The girl had teared up so much, even Y/N had felt bad (even though she was secretly happy that Tsukishima hadn’t accepted the confession). Yamaguchi had yelled at Tsukishima about being gentle that day.

“Why would I be nice to someone stupid enough to think I’d like them? I didn’t give her any hints that I did, I don’t even know her,” Tsukishima grumbled.

Y/N had internalized those words, deciding she wouldn’t confess her feelings to Tsukishima ever. If she did, and Tsukishima rejected her, he probably wouldn’t want to be around her as friends ever again.

“So...” Y/N thought to herself for a moment, trying to reexamine what had happened today. “What was with the juice box then?” She asked him.

“I thought...” Tsukishima frowned a little, looking up at the sky in thought. “I thought when you confess you were supposed to... give a gift or something.”

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle at his thought process and Tsukishima glared at her slightly. “You’re laughing at me now?”

She shook her head quickly, trying to stifle her giggles, “I just... I think it’s sweet,” she beamed, holding onto her little juice box even though it was empty now.

Tsukishima watched her carefully before smiling a little, patting her head gently, “Alright then, let’s get you home. I’ll bring another juice box for you for our date.”

“D-Date?” Y/N repeated shyly, following him as he started to walk again.

“You thought I’d just confess to you and not ask you out? Idiot,” Tsukishima smirked, feeling such an intense relief on his shoulders. His heart was still beating furiously and his stomach felt like it was going to come up his throat, but... it wasn’t as frustrating of a feeling now.

After he dropped her off at her house with the promise of walking her to school tomorrow morning, Tsukishima couldn’t help but allow himself to smile widely the whole way home.

If this is what an allergy felt like, he never wanted it to stop.

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Okay like I mentioned up there in the Author’s Notes, this is my first time writing for Haikyuu so lmk what you thought :) I’ve written some stuff for OHSHC and I think it’s pretty obviously that tall jerks with glasses are my type lol

Anyways! Enjoy!

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the babysitter’s club (1)

+ pairing: levi ackerman + (fem) reader, featuring bright-eyed but very easily intimidated interns and part-time babysitters eren and armin who are trying their best

+ genres and warnings: modern au, parents au, fluff, yes the dog’s name is captain and he’s tiny what about it

+ summary: eren and armin are good subordinates, who happen to be pretty good babysitter, too. usually.

+ word count: 2.7k

+ notes: this was just something fun i edited and reworked again, also to provide some more insight about dad levi and my oc kids; this focuses only on holden, who is the oldest of the bunch, but you’ll more about the rest as they go

It’s not that Levi doesn’t trust Holden’s babysitters, he just would rather watch over her himself. Moreover, he would rather have the time to spend with his small daughter instead of having to leave her in the care of someone else who isn’t you, but sometimes life gets busy, and babysitters come in real handy.

He still doesn’t understand why Erwin would schedule the both of you to attend such important work-related meetings on the same weekend; much less, to send you half-way around the world for yours, and then book Levi for damn near twelve hours on a Saturday. He would murder Erwin if he weren’t his direct boss, and a long-time friend. But shit happens, and while it’s a major inconvenience and pain in his ass to be working on a weekend, it’s good to know he could rely on the brats at the office to step up on such short notice.

“I’m sure I don’t need to remind you that if anything happens, I won’t hesitate to dismember you,” Levi says calmly, closing his briefcase after triple-checking its contents.

“Of course,” Armin stiffens visibly, awkward laughter seeping through his words, “Eren and I would never let anything happen to Holden.”

To his left, Holden has already tugged Eren to the coffee table for a game of children’s Scrabble, determined to show off her new skills. Levi smiles slightly as he remembers playing the game with her last week, and how awe-struck she was to have seen Levi create a word bigger than “unattainable”—which is currently the longest word in her four-year-old vocabulary. But he’s certain she would have no trouble beating Eren.

He gives Armin a slight nod. He knows Holden is in good hands; or good enough hands with Armin, anyway. It’s not the first time the duo has babysat, and for as air-headed and clumsy Eren could be at the office, he seemed to be pretty damn good with kids if Holden’s attachment to the brunette was anything to go by.

Levi recounts that you’ve questioned on multiple occasions why Eren was so dedicated to being your PA when he seemed to have a potential career in taking care of, and maybe even teaching children. Not that he’s not a good assistant to you, but he’s certainly not as organized or detailed-oriented as Armin. Levi shrugs away the thought. Eren’s career choices are none of his business; his only concern is that he keeps his daughter safe and sound.

“Right. My card is on the kitchen island, you can buy lunch and dinner or whatever, I don’t think there’s much in the fridge,” Levi informs Armin. He looks briefly to the clock on the wall; he really should get going. “Remember to walk Captain at some point, and no matter what Holden says, he absolutely does need a leash on him. If Erwin isn’t being a complete asshat, I’ll be home by nine. (Y/N) will probably still be on her flight, so call me if you need anything.”

Armin nods enthusiastically, promising Levi that they would take care of everything. They’d better.

“Alright, I’m heading out,” Levi announces, pulling his keys from the table near the door, “Be good, Holden. Tell Armin and Eren if you need anything.”

Holden’s head perks up at the sound of her name. Elegantly, or as elegantly as a four-year-old can be, she stands from her seated crisscross position, to run over to Levi by the door. He should remind her that she should use walking feet inside the house, but he can’t bring himself to, instead crouching down to meet her height.

“Bye, daddy,” she tells him sweetly. Levi reaches a hand out to ruffle the top of her head, much to the small girl’s chagrin. She sports a grimace almost identical to his as he reaches up to try and smooth out the aftermath of her father’s affections, “Daddy!”

Levi can’t help but chuckle, reaching two fingers out to poke at his daughter’s forehead. “Be good. I’ll be back soon.”

“Mommy too?”

Levi sighs, “No, mommy doesn’t come back until Tuesday.”

“That’s four days away,” Holden’s doesn’t hesitate to express her dissatisfaction. Levi nods, a little proud of how quickly she’d calculated that in her head, “Can Eren stay until Tuesday?”

“No, Eren cannot.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Holden crinkles her nose. Levi really has got to do something about her fascination with Eren.

Holden looks backwards to where Eren is still seated around the coffee table, he and Armin watching the father-daughter duo. After reconciling with the fact that Eren does, in fact, have his own home to go back to at the end of the day, Holden turns back around, and holds her hand up, palm facing Levi. He does the same, bringing his larger palm to hers, so that her hand is pushed against the middle of his.

Not one for hugs, kisses, or larger displays of affection, Holden simply turns her palm so that her hand grabs around Levi’s as best as possible, hooking her thumb around his pinky finger—what Levi’s heard the young girl call a hand hug.

“Bye, daddy,” she repeats, squeezing his hand, “Come back soon.”

Levi bends his fingers to wrap around her hand, “I will.”

“Keep an eye on her,” Levi reminds Armin and Eren, after standing back up and gripping his briefcase in his hand, “Don’t cause too much trouble.”

“Holden never causes trouble,” Eren says in response, but his words are spoken in coos to the young girl, who’s already back at his side.

Levi scoffs, “I was talking to you.”

“We’ll be fine, boss, don’t worry,” Eren chuckles with an awkward blush, “We love looking after Holden.”

“I’m not your boss,” Levi deadpans, double-checking his pockets for his keys, “You’d better hope everything is fine. Call me if anything happens, I’ll be back soon.”

With one final round of good-byes, and a wave from his daughter, Levi’s out the door, and stepping into his car with a grimace. It was just one stupid day out of his life. Besides, Holden would be fine with Armin and Eren; she always is. Levi is just grumpy that he can’t be the one to spend the day with her.

He sighs, reluctantly, putting his keys in the ignition. The sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could come back to Holden. Everything would be fine in the meantime; for now, he had to focus on how he was going to get himself to sit through Erwin’s long-ass meeting.

“Levi! Hi! Um… okay, so don’t freak out, but Armin and I are at the hospital with Holden right now—don’t freak out—because there was a small incident at lunch—don’t freak out and fire me please—but! It’s all gonna be okay, they’re already treating her and she’s doing fine now, so don’t freak—”

“Tell me not to freak out one more fucking time and I’ll castrate Armin and feed you his balls myself.”

“You sound a little freaked out,” Eren placates, wincing and holding his phone away from his ear when Levi growls in response.

“You have five seconds to tell me what you two idiots did to my daughter and explain why I shouldn’t decapitate you immediately.”

“It’s a funny story, actually—so, um, we think Holden might be allergic to nuts…?”

“What do you mean might be, Jaeger?”

Eren can feel his heart in his throat. He eyes Armin on the other side of Holden’s hospital bed. He looks no better—color almost completely drained from his face, but Eren doesn’t think he can say much else to his boss before his knees give out from underneath him.

“Uh, well, it was a lot of technical terms, and—I—um, actually I’m going to let Armin explain!” Eren hurries, all but chucking his phone at the unsuspecting blonde.

Armin’s blue eyes look almost grey with anxiety, but before he can protest, Eren is flailing his hands and pointing fingers and reminding him that Levi will kill them both if he doesn’t start talking.

Reluctant, and terrified, Armin finally lifts the phone to his ear, stuttering out a pathetic hello, but Levi cuts him off before he can say anything else.

“Save it. Send me your location, and pray I don’t kill you when I get there.” Armin chokes out a “yes, sir,” before slowly bringing the phone down to his side.

The good news is that Holden’s allergic reaction wasn’t too severe: her throat had been irritated, and hives had emerged as a result, but it hadn’t been closing up. And luckily, Eren had the endurance to run nearly a mile and half with a four year old tucked under his arm; because with the traffic Armin observed whilst he and Captain huffed and lagged behind, it would have taken thrice as long to get Holden to the ER had they waited and called for an ambulance.

Even better was that Holden was an unnervingly calm kid, even whilst having an allergic reaction. She looked almost back to normal now, save for a few red looking blotches on her neck and upper arm; and seemed more than content to be watching a video on Eren’s phone, despite the situation. She was a little bummed out to find out that she could never eat the new ice cream she liked so much ever again, but she seemed to quickly get over it once Eren reminded her that there were lots of other flavors out there for her to try. Flavors that wouldn’t make her choke to death.

Still, Eren and Armin could probably kiss their jobs goodbye, seeing as they had nearly just poisoned their bosses’ daughter. Holden seemed to like them enough, but, unfortunately, Holden wasn’t the Ackerman who signed their checks.

At the very least, Eren doesn’t think you’ll be too upset with him. He doesn’t think you’ll be ecstatic to hear that while you were away on your already inconvenient work-trip on the other side of the globe, that he also managed to land your daughter in a hospital bed… but you were the more forgiving one. Then again, maybe not so forgiving when it comes to the health and wellbeing of your daughter.

Eren falls back against the wall in dread. You weren’t even in the same country as him and he was worried about what you might say or do to him. Levi was probably less than twenty minutes away and fully capable of beheading him.

“You… uh, you think the Interior Branch is still looking for interns?” Eren breaks the silence, looking towards Armin, who’s taken the seat next to Holden’s bed, petting Captain robotically as the dog sits in his lap.

“I don’t think it matters,” Armin responds, “They won’t hire corpses.”

Fifteen minutes, and several run red lights later, Levi is bursting through the doors to the pediatric wing of the emergency room. He doesn’t care about the old woman at the reception yelling at him for causing a ruckus, or the other parents, doctors, or visitors eyeing him for marching around like he owned the place. Holden was in there somewhere, and he was going to get to her.

“Holden—oh, god, Holden,” Levi coos, frantic, as he marches into Holden’s room, scurrying to the side of her hospital bed. A cold hand reaches up to stroke her face. Angry, red bumps litter the sides of neck, her cheeks are puffier than usual, and the perimeter of her mouth seems a bit irritated, but Levi is relieved. She’s okay, his baby girl is okay.

“’M fine, daddy,” Holden assures him. She’s almost overly-perceptive for her age, able to pick up on her father’s out of character antics, and does her best to console him. “Eren ran with me all the way here when I started coughing and itchin.’”

Levi nods, the dark grey splotches in Holden’s eyes bringing him comfort, ensuring him that she was okay. “They gave me a shot, and I don’t like needles, but I didn’t even cry at all. Ask, Armin and Eren, they saw! Captain, too.”

“Brave girl,” Levi smiles, reaching his hand up to push her hair out of her face then leans over to press a kiss to her forehead.

Levi had almost forgotten that Eren and Armin were in the room until he hears a blundering cough from behind him. The younger boys look petrified, Eren practically shaking in his shoes, while Armin doesn’t even have the confidence to look him in the eye.

“We’re really sorry, Levi,” Eren apologizes, voice scratchy and wobbly, like he’d been the one to just get a shot, “We didn’t know—and when she started coughing and saying she couldn’t breathe, I swear, I ran here as fast as I could—”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s… fine?”

Levi sighs. Maybe he’d been a little harsh with them on the phone, letting his emotions get the best of him. He’d already been pissed off enough to not have the time to spend with Holden this weekend; hearing that she’d been hurt was just the final push over the edge for him, but it wasn’t necessarily Armin or Eren’s fault.

“I didn’t know either,” Levi exhales, reaching at hand out to pet the top of Holden’s head again, the young girl now distracted once again by the phone in her hand, “She’s never had a reaction to anything before, and neither (Y/N) or I have any strong allergies.”

Armin shuffles where he’s standing. “The doctor said she might be allergic to tree nuts. We, uh, we gave her pistachio ice cream after lunch.”

If there’s anything concerning Levi, it’s that they gave Holden ice cream before dinner, but he supposes he can let it go for now.

“Eren told me to try it, and it tasted good, daddy,” Holden interjects, “Before I started coughing, it was good.”

“Ah, well, you can’t—you shouldn’t eat things that make you feel sick!” Eren stutters loudly.

“But it was good,” Holden pouts, “And you said to try new things, Eri. I won’t know if it makes me sick if I don’t try them.”

Levi holds back his laughter. He knows that Holden definitely wouldn’t want to try the same same flavor again knowing now that she was allergic to it; she was just pulling at Eren’s leg. Levi would have to keep an eye out for the stuff anyway, especially if her oh-so-precious Eren has expressed any former love for it.

“Um, Levi, sir,” Armin calls, pulling Levi’s attention towards the blonde, “We didn’t know if (Y/N) would have landed already, but do you think you should call her, to, um, let her know?”

Levi’s face pales three shades when he realizes that none of them had already informed you that your daughter was currently hospitalized with a new found allergy.

“You can call her,” Levi says, a shudder in his spine at the thought of relaying this information to you, “That’s your death sentence, not mine.”

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