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holdmytesseract · 2 months

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Ella thinks Narfi coming along means her parents won’t love her anymore but they prove her wrong by loving them both so so so much

Infinite Love

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x Y/N feat. Ella and Narfi

Summary: Ella struggles with adapting to the situation that she's not the only child anymore, who needs her parents attention.

Warnings: angst, a lot of fluff, Ella being afraid and hurt

Word Count: 2,9k

a/n: I hope you like this fic, my friend! It wasn't easy for me to write this. Hurting Ella hurts me. 🥺 But I hope it's good nevertheless! 🤗

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The first few weeks with a newborn baby were always stressful, tiring and a little bit chaotic - sure; but nevertheless was it a wonderful, exciting experience. After all, you finally get to hold your very own flesh and blood in your hands.

At least this is how it went with Ella - and now that Narfi had arrived, you and also Loki hoped that it would be the same way. Well, the only big difference was, that the little boy was your second child. Ella didn't have an older sibling when she arrived, but suddenly, she was the older sibling - and that was something that ghosted through your mind. It occupied you. And of course, it didn't slip your husband's notice...

Loki tiptoed into the kitchen and placed the two boxes of pizza he just got on the kitchen counter, before he decided to return to the cosiness, which was his sofa.

When he left to get the food, you and Narfi were sound asleep. Therefore, he anticipated that this would still be the case, but when he entered the living room, the god found you sitting on the sofa and breastfeeding his son. All your attention was on the two-and-a-half-weeks-old infant. Your eyes never left Narfi, as you cradled him with both hands and arms safely close to your chest. You didn't even notice Loki.

He smiled; didn't want to interrupt this precious moment at all costs and just decided to watch you for a little while - until he couldn't hold himself back any longer...

Cautiously - not to startle you, he made his way over to you. "I see you both are awake?" He whispered; gaining your attention. Loki's heart skipped a beat at how your eyes lit up when you see him.

"Hey, I- Yes, we- Babe?" You cut off your own sentence, as you watched Loki climb on the sofa beside you and laid down; moving to rest his head on your lap. "What are you doing?" You asked; giggling softly. "What does it look like, my love?" He answered with a smirk, before pressing his cheek against your soft, hoodie clad tummy and wrapped a hand around your hip. The other went to help you steady Narfi's tiny, fragile head; his hand swallowing yours whole.

You giggled again. "Cuddling?"

"Mmph." Was all the god mumbled into the fabric of your hoodie.

"But babe... I can't cuddle now. I need to feed our baby boy. He's hungry." "So?" Loki mumbled against you. "You do the feeding, I do the cuddling." "Teamwork?" You asked; grinning. "As always, my love."

So, you kept on nursing Narfi, while Loki was giving you - and his little prince cuddles.

Once your son was finished, you moved him to rest against your shoulder, in order to burp him. This caused his little legs to dangle dangerously close to Loki's face - who wasn't bothered by that at all. Quite the opposite... He smiled lovingly up at you and his baby, while one of his big hands went to gently touch the boy's tiny foot. Narfi wore a footless romper; therefore met his thumb soft, warm, cerulean skin. Loki chuckled; eyes glued to Narfi's feet. "I still can't believe how utterly tiny his feet and toes are, my love... Even my thumb is bigger. It's so sweet." He lifted his head a few inches to pepper the little boy's feet with kisses.

You giggled; shaking your head at your husband. "For you, yes! You weren't the one who had to squeeze him out of your body! Narfi is huge in comparison to how small Ella was..." Loki smiled; blue eyes gazing up in yours. "I know, my love. And I'm so, so proud of you." He took one of your hand and brushed his lips over your knuckles; leaving a few small kisses.

It was a sweet moment and kind of romantic - until you were finally successful in burping Narfi; causing the both of you to laugh together.

"Babe, I'm afraid you have to get up now. I need to put him down. The little man needs some more sleep." Your husband smiled; gesturing to his upper body. "Lay him down. He can sleep on my chest." You couldn't help but smile as well and carefully lifted Narfi from your shoulder to lay onto his father's chest. The small Frost Giant didn't like the loss of your warmth and his mama at all; face scrunching up in a rather loud, protestant cry - but once he realised that he was laying on his daddy's chest and was now covered with a blanket, he calmed down. "Shhh, little prince..." Loki whispered; pressing his lips on the infant's forehead. "Daddy's got you."

Once Narfi was asleep and Loki's head settled on your lap, a pleasant silence settled over the both of you. The only 'noise' was a soft purr leaving Loki's lips now and then, since you were running your fingers gently through his raven curls and massaged his scalp.

"Babe?" "Mhhh?" You could tell that your husband was absolutely relaxed. A content smile was on his lips; eyes closed as he softly stroked his son's back with his thumb. You giggled; tracing the contours of his chiselled jaw and cheek bones now. "You still with me?" "Mhm, of course." You paused for a second; eyes lingering on his handsome face.

"Can we talk about something? It's... been on my mind for quite a while..." The god opened his eyes again. "Sure, darling. What is it?"

You bit your lip; hesitating for a moment. "Ella."

Loki frowned softly. "Ella?"

You nodded. "I... I'm a bit worried..." "About?" You felt how Loki's 'free' hand searched for yours; fingers slipping through yours. You sighed softly. "I know that Ella wanted a sibling. We all wanted Ella to have a sibling. And I know that she loves Narfi, but... But what if she... Gets jealous someday? Or sad? Because we can't give her more attention. We both know that Narfi's going to take a lot of our attention - which is normal, since he's a tiny baby, but... You know what I'm trying to say..."

Loki swallowed visibly, before he nodded. "I have to admit that I've been already thinking about this, too... Quite a few times actually." "Yeah?" Your husband nodded again; adjusting the baby on his chest. "I just hope this isn't going to happen, love. I hope our worries are unjustified." You twirled a loose raven curl around your finger. "I hope so, too..."

"I am honestly afraid that our princess is going to think one day that we don't love her anymore - or well... Less than Narfi..." Loki said quietly; fear and worry swinging within his voice. You shook your head, "Babe, no. Don't let your mind wander to such dark places. This is never going to happen, okay? We won't let this happen." and cupped his cheeks again; gazing deeply into his eyes. He swallowed; nodding. "Okay."

Unfortunately, life was anything but fair and it came how it had to come... Exactly what you and Loki wanted not to happen and prevent from happening, happened...

It came creeping; sneaking up on you and Loki - over weeks. Months. Loki was the first to notice... How Ella distanced herself more and more. From Narfi. From you. From him. She spent more time alone; mostly withdrawn in her room. The happy, quirky girl she once was, had slowly turned into a very quiet and sad girl. She was a master in hiding it, though. Well... No wonder with the God of Mischief being her father. Ella had learned from the best. And perhaps she was able to trick her mother - but not Loki...

"Is she asleep?" Loki's quiet voice rang through the bedroom. He was seated on the bed; one hand firmly wrapped around the edge of Narfi's little crib, as he was gently rocking the bed; trying to lull his son to sleep.

You nodded; closing the bedroom door behind yourself, "She is." and stepped over to join Loki in the bed. You immediately laid down; taking Loki with you and cuddled up against his chest.

You were so utterly exhausted and tired.

Your husband pulled you closer; gently tucking you in and making sure that the duvet was tightly wrapped around you. "Mhhh," you sighed in content; almost drifting off to sleep. Unlike you, Loki couldn't think of something else than his princess and her behaviour. It was only all too familiar.

"Love?" "Mhhm?" "I..." He swallowed hard; couldn't resist the urge to talk with you about this. He'd have loved to just let you rest and sleep, because he knew you needed it, but... Loki couldn't.

"I think we failed." "Failed wha'?" You asked; nuzzling his left pec.

"Ella."

The name hit you straight into the face - like a punch, and caused you to be wide awake again. You propped yourself up on your elbow; placing the other hand on the middle of your husband's chest.

"What do you mean?"

Loki sighed. "Can you remember the conversation we had quite a few months ago? About Ella getting sad or jealous, because we have to give her little brother more attention?" Your eyes widened at his words in realisation.

"I think she..." Your husband had to take a deep breath. "I think she thinks we don't love her anymore. At least not as much as Narfi." "W-What makes you think that?" He swallowed hard. "She... She pretends everything is alright, but it isn't. I can see through the illusion. She isolates herself, spends more time alone in her room. Her smile is never reaching her eyes. I should know, because..." Loki paused for a moment; trying to hold back the tears. "I did the exact same when I was a child."

You blinked; several thoughts flooding your brain. You didn't know what to say or feel for a moment - until it hit you. Shock. Sadness. Fear. But most of all, disgust. You were utterly disgusted... Disgusted of yourself.

"I'm disgusting..." You muttered to yourself as you were trying to sort your thoughts and feelings.

"Apologies, what did you say, love?"

Tears started to fill your eyes and were soon rolling down your cheeks. "I-I said I'm disgusting." Loki looked at you shocked. Appalled. "What in all the nine realms makes you think of yourself like that?!" "I-I didn't notice, Loki. I didn't notice my own daughter is struggling. How could I not see that?!" You shook your head. "I'm such a bad mother - no, I'm the wor-"

That was the moment Loki had to intervene. He couldn't let you speak so ill of yourself.

"Darling, no." He cut you off, "Please stop right there." and immediately reached for your hands; intertwined them with his. "You are a lot of things, my love... Sometimes stubborn, little bit of clumsy and once in a while overthinking - but you are not a bad mother. No. Not even in the slightest. I want to never hear you say that." "B-But-" "Ah!" The god lifted a finger; rebuked you. "No buts. You are not. You couldn't have seen it, because Ella knows how to keep up the perfect illusion - just like me."

Loki raised one hand to gently wipe your tears away. "I'm going to talk to her, okay?" You just nodded, having a hard time to keep your crying under control to not wake Narfi.

"O-Okay..." Your husband leaned forward and pressed his lips against your forehead, before he started to move and leave the bed. "And I'm going to talk to her now."

Your eyes followed his movements. "Now?"

"Now."

"But she's asleep?"

Loki quietly opened the door of the bedroom, but looked back at you. "No, I don't think so."

Loki's heart got heavier and heavier, the closer he stepped towards his daughter's room - and it broke entirely, when he already heard soft sobs coming undoubtedly from the other side of the door. That was the moment he realised that he had been right. Probably with everything he talked with you about.

Loki had never wished to be so wrong in his life before than in that moment.

Usually, Loki - and you, always knocked before entering your daughter's room. Sure, she was just a child yet, but you wanted to show her early on, that this was her privacy. Her safe haven. But today, Loki opened the door quietly without knocking. He had to. He knew that if he would've knocked, that Ella would've put up the illusion again - and he didn't want that.

"Ella..." He softly called out her name and switched on her dimmed nightlight; heart aching with the sight of her. The little girl flinched and quickly scrambled to wipe her tears away and get herself together. "D-Daddy?"

Putting up the illusion. But it was already too late. Loki knew.

"W-What are you doing here?" She gave him a half-smile, causing Loki to immediately shake his head. "No, please..." He said; moving to sit on her bed and staring at her reddened face and puffy eyes. It felt for Loki like he got pulled back in time. He saw himself in Ella. The small boy, who wanted nothing more than the same love and attention his brother received from his father.

He swallowed hard.

"Don't, my sweet princess... Please, I know something is wrong. Don't shut me out. Tell me what is bothering you." Ella pulled her legs up against her chest and averted her father's gaze, as a few tears rolled down her cheeks. "I-I-I..." She sobbed; then shook her head.

Loki had to fight his own tears.

"Please," he begged softly. "I want to be here for you. I want to help you."

Sure, Loki had a guess what was going on, but he wanted to hear it from Ella.

The little girl wiped her tears away with her shirt sleeve and bravely tried to face her father again.

"I... I am afraid that... That y-you and m-mommy don't love m-me anymore, n-now that Narfi is here." She finally poured out her heart to Loki - and the god knew that it was coming, but nevertheless felt her words like he's been stabbed in the heart. The pain was on the borderline of unbearable.

"I-I know Narfi needs a-a lot of attention, because... Because h-he's a baby, but..." Ella grimaced; trying desperately to suppress fresh tears - unsuccessfully. "I m-miss you s-so much, daddy... A-And mommy, t-too," she cried.

That gave Loki the rest. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He felt like throwing up - all at once. To see his daughter so broken straight up broke his heart.

All his fatherly instincts told him to somehow fix this; make Ella feel better. Comfort her. It was all he could think about - so he did. Without thinking twice or wasting any more second, he climbed on the way too small bed for his height and pulled the little girl into the tightest hug he could give her, without hurting her.

Ella practically melted into his arms; still crying. She clung onto him. Her father was everything she ever needed.

"Oh Ella..." Loki whispered - almost whimpering. "My sweet, precious princess..." He ran his hand through the girl's identical raven curls; breathing in her scent. His tears dropped onto the pillow. "I'm sorry. We are so sorry. Mommy and I never... Never wanted this to happen. We love you, I promise. With all our hearts." He paused; fighting another wave of tears. "I love you, princess. Words are not enough to tell you how much. You are so, so special, sweet girl. I promise you, we are going to spend more time with you again. We miss you, too."

Loki pulled slightly back from the hug; just enough to look into his daughter's red, puffy eyes. "Okay, princess?"

Ella nodded; giving him a soft smile. "I... I'm sorry for being jealous of Narfi. He's my brother and I love him, but... I-I just couldn't help myself." Loki swallowed hard. He knew that feeling. "I know, sweetheart. I know exactly how you feel. See, I felt the same back when I was a child." The girl's eyes widened. "Really?" He nodded. "Yes. Your uncle Thor got way much more attention from your grandfather than I did." "But... Uncle Thor is older!" Loki chuckled gently at Ella's words. "He indeed is, but... Thor was more important than I was."

She shook her head. "That's not fair, daddy. Why?" Loki sighed; the memories of his past flooding his brain. "That, my princess, is a story for another time. When you're older, alright?" "Alright."

Loki smiled. "And now come here. I want to cuddle you aaaaall night." Ella giggled. "But daddy, I have to sleep!" He nodded; switching off her nightlight. "I'm sure we can manage both." The god paused then; hesitating for a moment. "Do you even want me to stay?" Another giggle from Ella. "Yes!" Loki felt how Ella climbed on top of him and laid down on his upper body; head placed on his chest, legs and feet angled beside his legs and arms resting by his side.

Just when she was a baby, Loki thought with a smile. He had placed Ella often on his chest when she was tiny and helped her sleep. Seems like it was still working. The god smiled even brighter.

"Good night, princess." He pressed a kiss on Ella's head. "I love you." She cuddled closer underneath the blanket; closing her eyes. The little girl was so much more calm now. "Night, daddy. Love you, too."

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ihrtsevyn · 30 days

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HOW TO GET THE GIRL: A LOVERS GUIDE

CHAPTER THREE: so embarrassing... (722)

WARNINGS: slight angst, anxiety, kms joke.

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RINNNGGG !!

The dreaded final bell had rung throughout the classroom and halls, signaling the end of another tiring school day.

It felt as if you had just sat down for your final class. Now, being pulled out of your zombie-like trance to begin packing up your supplies with the rest of the students.

You were nervous, and it was very clear to anyone who took notice of you for longer than a second.

In the middle of the lesson you had to remove your jacket because of your body starting to overheat. If Yoon hadn't flaked out on the last lesson of the day to observe ticket prices for an upcoming Seventeen concert, she would've been cackling at your demise.

You had to bite back your mortified groan as Ms. Park pointed out your flustered state, opening the window next to you to allow in a cool breeze. You knew her intentions were nothing but pure, yet you couldn't help but slowly sink into your seat at the muffled snickers of other students across the class.

Throughout the day you had practically chewed your bottom lip raw, and picked at the skin on your nail beds until they became red and sore to the touch.

You hadn't even crossed paths with the boy and you were already embarrassed by the state his imaginary presence put you in.

You waited impatiently. Standing at your desk until the class completely cleared out, and the outside grumble of overworked students began to die down.

Two perfectly manicured hands suddenly resting on your shoulders startled you. "Don't be nervous, y/n. He's a good kid." Ms. Park sweetly consoled as she gave your shoulders a squeeze before patting them.

All you could do was absently nod at her words before whipping your head over to the sound of rapid knocks at the door.

You let out your final deep breath before quickly pulling back the loose hairs from your ponytail, the curious glances from your teacher went unnoticed by you as she made her way to the door.

"Ms. Park." You couldn't fully see his figure but hearing his voice was enough to make the muscles in your legs slowly give out. You watched as the top of his head came into view and lowered into a bow. "Nishimura! Please, come in and meet your tutor."

You can't even fully remember the last time the two of you were at an arms length of each other. You carefully watched as his eyes scattered around the classroom until they landed on your figure. Momentarily freezing before hesitantly waving at him. The closed-lip smile on your face couldn't have been anymore forced as he maneuvered his body through desks over to get to you.

"Hey..." he paused as he stuck his hand out for you to shake. His mouth slightly hung open as he quirked his eyebrow up. "Wait, don't tell me. I know this.." he murmured before tilting his head back to look at the ceiling.

You tilted your head to the side in confusion, carefully observing as he seemed to burrow in deep thought. A small smile nearly made its way onto your face as you started to take in his appearance, that was until the horrid realization dawned upon you.

he forgot your name.

He snapped his fingers with a triumphant smile before loudly declaring something close to your name.

You could only shake your head in silent disbelief. You had to blink yourself back into consciousness, roughly clearing your throat before meekly replying "uhm..no, it's y/n. we've been going to school together for years, remember?"

You wanted to curl up into a ball and be kicked into the sunset. You were so anxious to see the person you've obsessively been crushing over since you could do your times table, and he can't even remember your name?

He quickly realized his mistake and nearly froze in his spot. A soft exhale left his mouth before an awkward smile adorned his face. His mouth hung open as if he was hoping for an answer to leave his lips and redeem himself.

But before he could do so Ms. Park interjected. The sudden tension had become overbearing to the point Ms. Park couldn't even endure it.

"Well, let's sit down and discuss your schedules, yes?"

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sumeru-academy · 2 years

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My sister likes you!

synopsis: her sibling outs her crush on you!

character(s): jean, ayaka, yoimiya. (seperate)

warning(s): probably second hand embarrassment.

note(s): female reader, second POV.

p.s: did you know that if all the humans in the world were blended into a fine paste and smushed into a giant ball, it’d be under 1 km wide?

—mod angel 🎐

JEAN GUNNHILDR

“Aren’t the flowers pretty, Jean?”

The dandelion knight took a sharp breath of air at your words and tried hard not to think about how angelic your voice sounded. Swallowing the urge to say “you’re prettier” to your face, and instead opting to agree with you in a short, yet awkward cough.

“Yes, very much so. The citizens have done well decorating this year.”

It was the time of the Windblume festival, when you invited Jean out to go exploring for the night. Call it a date if you want, but you and Jean weren’t together by any means as you two were simply coworkers that seemed to chat all too comfortably. Simply coworkers that always hugged a bit too long whenever you were together, and simply coworkers that blushed whenever you two would accidentally touch each other.

Yep, simply coworkers. Just coworkers. Nothing more, nothing less.

But that wouldn’t stop Jean from staring at you whilst you chatted with a nearby shopkeep. Admiring how the natural gale of Mondstadt’s winds seemed to make your hair fly by so idly, or how the setting sun of Teyvat’s sky would cause your skin to blemish with a warm, hazy glow. All the little details that would make you stand out like a portrait straight out of a museum.

‘Ethereal..’ Jean thought wordlessly, as you stood oblivious to your own beauty, ‘Perhaps…today really is the day.’

Unbeknownst to you, Jean had debated on whether or not she should confess her feelings to you during the time of the Windblume festival. After all, it was a festival most well known for couples, and Jean thought it’d be extra meaningful for you if she were to confess her love on that very day.

Well, today is that very day.

“Gorgeous these flowers are, hm Jean?” You looked back at her with the face of a doe.

“Huh? Oh yes!” The knight smiled at your content and watched as you made a purchase for two flower crowns with the shopkeep. One that was yellow like Jean’s hair, and one that was white.

“Hehe, here Jean, this one’s for you.”

The dandelion knight stood stiffer than a board when you placed the small wreath of flowers on top of her. Face absolutely blooming with red when she realized that the two flower crowns you had bought were symbols for someone confessing their love.

“Y/N, these crowns! Th-They—“

Jean could not help but cover her face in embarrassment. Was this your confession to her? Did you like her back?

“They’re pretty right?” You seemed oblivious to their symbolism and plopped your own flower crown on top of your head. “I have a keen eye for these kinds of things.”

“O-Oh, right. Yes, they are very pretty…” Jean couldn’t help but deflate at her misunderstanding. “I see, thank you for purchasing them, Y/N.”

You innocently smiled back at her, practically beaming with obliviousness at what you had done and tormenting the poor Favonius knight, as It was now up to her to pull the first string.

Up to her, and now she was a bit more doubtful.

What if you knew what the flower crowns symbolized and this was your way of rejecting her? Did you catch on to the acting grandmaster's horrible attempts to cover up her crush? Oh Barbatos, maybe this whole Windblume confession wasn’t a good idea after all—

“OH MY BARBATOS!”

You and Jean turned to see none other than Jean’s little sister Barbara holding her face in her hands and squealing like a super fan. Running up to you oh so joyously and clasping her older sister’s hands with delight.

“You really did it!” She seemed to exclaim, her soft and gentle voice failing to conceal her excitement. “I’m overjoyed for you, Jean.”

“Barbara?!” Jean looked surprised.

“Hello Barbara!” You chirped.

“Hello Y/N! I’m so glad you accepted my sister’s confession!”

CONFESSION?!

Jean looked at Barbara, then looked at you, and then looked at the flower crowns sitting on top of your heads. Oh… The Favonius knight’s jaw fell agape. Oh no…

“B-Barbara! It’s not what it—”

“Ohh, I’m so glad things turned out well! Poor Jean was practically writhing in fear for this day as she was planning to confess to you for ages! (Sigh) Thank Barbatos for this blessed day! Now we can celebrate this newfound love together!”

“Barbara…” Jean felt a lump of saliva build up in her throat as she watched your face burn up with shame. Or, what she assumed was shame.

“Hm?” Her innocent little sister looked up at her in obliviousness.

“I…I haven’t confessed to her yet…”

“…Huh?” the nun’s face fell crestfallen. Jean’s words echoing in her mind like a hollow symphony that reminded her of what she had done. “You haven’t…b-but—“

But the flowers! Your smile, your laughter. The symbolism! How could—

“Ohhh I am so sorry!” Barbara’s face flushed with panic as she rushed to run off in a blind stupor. “Sister Rosaria put the balloons away! I repeat! Put the balloons awayyyy!”

Running off to go shove Rosaria away and cover a bunch of floating heart balloons, Jean could only wince in pure, mental pain as she felt her insides crush to a splinter. Hesitantly waiting to see what your face must’ve looked like after all the chaotic-ness that unfolded right beneath your very eyes.

‘Well that went as smooth as nails on a chalkboard’ Jean braced herself for impact when she turned to see your reaction to all of this. ‘What would Y/N think of me now…?’

“You…You were planning to confess to me?” You covered up your mouth to conceal your blush. “Really..?”

“I…I was,” the dandelion knight chewed the inside of her lip in panic. “However, I did not expect my little sister to do it for me…”

Jean turned her head away bashfully, “Please excuse me…”

“No no! I think it’s cute!” You chuckled, reaching for the acting grandmaster’s hand. “It’s very sweet, actually, and besides..”

You leaned over to whisper delicately into Jean’s ear. Her breath hitching at your hushed words.

“I was planning to confess to you first.”

KAMISATO AYAKA

“Mister Ayato, didn’t you hear? Ayaka’s bringing a woman home!”

Ayato nearly spat out his boba at Thoma’s words, and stared slack-jawed at the wall while the housekeeper danced in glee.

“A woman! An actual woman! Oh how Lady Ayaka has grown!” Thoma smiled joyously and grabbed a broomstick propped against the wall. “I must get the estate in tip top shape! I heard that this was the woman that Ayaka wanted to court.”

“…I beg your pardon?” Ayato’s brow twitched at his oblivious housekeeper, and watched as he started sweeping with the grace of a ballet dancer, completely nonchalant to Ayato’s thunderous tone. “Oh? You didn’t hear, sir?” Thoma grinned and grabbed a nearby dustpan to sweep, “Ayaka has been over the moon for this girl. I’ve never seen her so smitten in all my years of working here.”

“Smitten?” It seems like Ayato was having trouble processing this whole ordeal. “A woman? Ayaka? My little sister Ayaka?!”

The older Kamisato practically crushed the boba cup in his hand out of annoyance, splashing the milk tea and pearls everywhere and spilling it all over his shirt.

“M-Mister Ayato!”

“Make this woman stay for dinner. I’d like to have a chat with her…”

“I…of course, sir…but let’s get you into a new shirt…”

Dinner came without any major complications. At the news of her big brother personally inviting you to stay for dinner, Ayaka was ecstatic. Nervous, but ecstatic to be with you longer as —like Thoma said— she was simply over the moon for you. And knowing that her big brother wanted you to stay for longer? Hah! Ayaka could cry tears of joy!

‘He must’ve taken a liking to you…’ were the younger Kamisato’s thoughts as she watched him eye you from the back of a shoji screen. ‘Y/N really is the perfect woman for me…’

Well, she was right about one thing, and it wasn’t Ayato taking a liking to you…

Her big brother couldn’t help but be bitter at the way you were fitting in so smoothly with the rest of the Kamisato family and staff. Smiling oh so joyously and making his Ayaka laugh with how charming and witty you were with your words. Ayato had to admit, he couldn’t find a single thing wrong with you, which in turn made him even more bitter.

“The food is amazing, Thoma! You really cooked all of this yourself?” You beamed like the sun itself and gratefully ate bite after bite of the dish Thoma had prepared for this evening. Ayato seething since your compliment showed your humble side, and noting that this was just yet another pro to your ongoing list of pros vs cons. Something Ayato thought was impossible when it came to Ayaka’s suitors.

“All from scratch! And Lady Ayaka helped prepare the food too, she helped marinate the fish.”

You turned to Ayaka who was seated right next to you and smiled. Truly proud of how good of a cook the princess could be. “You marinated the fish? It’s incredible, Ayaka. I’ve never tasted anything quite like it…”

“Ah…th-thank you Y/N!” Ayaka smiled endearingly and tried to cover up her blush by eating another piece of rice. Chewing quickly to avoid the spread of tomato face. ‘Ahh she complimented me!’

Ayato however, was not as ecstatic. Sitting there with the most poker-faced face you had ever seen on a man, and effectively making you sit on the edge of your seat in suspense. The hard stare of the man alone was enough to get you nervous enough to break into a cold sweat, and you couldn’t help but chug down a glass of water in an attempt to calm yourself.

‘Wh-Why is he staring at me like that?!’ You swallowed a lump of saliva, feeling like you were being judged. ‘Did I do something wrong?’

‘Do something wrong. Come onnn..!’ Ayato frowned.

‘What a lovely dinner this has been.’ Thoma smiled.

‘I’m so gayyy…’ Ayaka blushed.

With all four of you amidst your own specially unique thoughts, Ayato decided that now was the perfect time to start phase one of the interview. As you seemed to be caught off guard and Ayaka was too distracted trying to fan herself from how hot you were.

“So, Miss Y/N…” Ayato hummed, quickly snagging your attention away from the food. “How did you meet my dear sister Ayaka?”

His younger sister suddenly choked on a piece of tofu and started hacking into a napkin in an attempt to stifle herself from Ayato’s words. Innocent they may seem, but the answer to that question was far from so. “M-Meet?” The tips of Ayaka’s ears turned red as she thought back to your very first meeting. “Oh…it was quite embarrassing…”

“Embarrassing…?” Ayato’s faux smile twitched as he glared at you from behind his masked eyelids. ‘You heathen. I knew you did something to my poor Ayaka. No one is that perfect.’

“Do you wish for me to share, Ayaka?” Your gentle words made the princess flush, “If you are not comfortable, that is completely alright. It shall stay a secret between us two.” You pressed a finger to your lips and smiled, causing the young Kamisato to flare up even more.

‘Archons, can this girl not be so charming?’ Ayato seethed. Thoma all the while, enjoying every second of this like a proud mother. ‘It’s almost impossible to hate her…’

“Y-You can share, Y/N. I don’t mind as long as it’s just Thoma and my brother.” Ayaka shyly peered down at her bowl of rice and failed to conceal the small smile growing upon her face. Shy as she was, she seemed to really enjoy how enthusiastic you were in sharing about your relationship, making her all the more excited to court you when the time comes.

“If you say so,” you chuckled, lying your head on Ayaka’s shoulder and smiling affectionately at her as if you were already dating. “Ayaka and I met with a very…interesting inconvenience. You see, I was walking my dog along the streets of Inazuma, when Goldfish spotted Ayaka and decided to jump on her out of excitement.”

“Hold on, goldfish?” Thoma clarified.

“Hm? Oh! My dog’s name is Goldfish.” You confirmed. “I’ve always wanted a goldfish but my father got me a dog.”

‘…Well that’s odd. Usually it’s the other way around.’ Ayato couldn’t help but get a bit more curious about you now. In a more…good way, to be specific.

“Anywho, after Goldfish ran up to Ayaka and accidentally tackled her to the ground, that was when I first caught a glimpse of her and rushed to apologize profusely,” you turned to Ayaka apologetically and cringed. “I’m so sorry once again, Ayaka. Goldfish too.”

“Y/N, I’ve told you it’s alright,” Ayato watched as Ayaka giggled at your guilt-sunken eyes. “It just caught me by surprise, really.”

‘Even so, that doesn’t change the fact that you let your dog trample over my sister…’ Ayato grumbled. ‘She deserved a new dress.’

“You’re so sweet Ayaka…” you giggled, “Anyways, I made it up to her by ordering her a custom made, tailored dress that was made of the finest Sumerian silk and designed by the best seamstress in all of Fontaine. I made sure it was of the finest quality after the misfortune that I caused for Ayaka that day.”

After concluding that story, Ayato felt his jaw drop. Had you read his mind? A new dress? Sumeru silk? The best seamstress in all of Fontaine?!

Ayaka fussed over how much mora you must’ve spent to apologize to her, yet all Ayato could think of was ‘damn, she spoils her well. I like her.’ Instantly winning his approval, and immediately putting you on the highest pedestal for the tower of Ayaka’s suitors.

“That must’ve been very expensive and generous of you, Miss Y/N,” and for once this whole dinner, Ayato let his mask slip and a genuine smile show through. “No wonder my sister wishes to court you. You seem like a lady of refined taste, haha…”

You, Thoma, and especially Ayaka all froze at Ayato’s nonchalant words. Her big brother chuckling to himself all too innocently as he hadn’t realized he had ruined the surprise.

“Uhm, Mister Ayato….” Thoma whispered, his ears burning red from second-hand embarrassment. “Miss Y/N and Lady Ayaka aren’t together yet…”

“Hm? Well of course they aren’t—“ and then his words caught up with him. “They aren’t…o-oh…”

‘Did I hear him correctly?’ Your face started heating up at the thought. ‘Ayaka wishes to court me…?’

“Ayato…” Ayaka fumed, steam pouring from her ears as she saw your face grow redder and redder. “Ayato…”

Ayato had never seen Ayaka so embarrassed in all his life. Shaking like a leaf as she had never expected for her confession to turn out this way at all.

“Oh Ayaka…I’m so—“

“Hahsjdjdndnf—“

Then she passed out in embarrassment.

And that’s how Ayaka —or Ayato in this case— accidentally confessed to you and started a newfound relationship. After you made sure she was okay, of course.

NAGANOHARA YOIMIYA

“Big Sister Yoimiya…what’re you doing…?”

Yoimiya nearly leapt out of her skin at the sound of Klee’s voice, as she was hiding in a bush trying hard not to look overly suspicious. Too bad she failed however, as even a child as young as Klee could easily spot Yoimiya from a distance. Though, she is a Favonius knight…

“I— I was— I wasn’t—!” Babbling on for an excuse, Klee took it upon herself to follow Yoimiya’s gaze and spotted you chatting idly not too far away. Tilting her head at the sight, as the situation out of context made it seem like Yoimiya was stalking you. Which, let’s be honest, she was doing unintentionally.

“Big Sister Yoimiya, were you stalking Miss Y/N?” The child asked innocently, cutting her rambling short.

“Huh? No! No no of course not!” Yoimiya sputtered out all too quickly. “I was just…well, trying to think of a way to court her. That’s all.”

Should she really be revealing all of this? Yoimiya bit her lip as a blush spread forth upon her face. I mean, Klee is only a child, there’s no way she could understand such an emotional topic.

“…Court her? What’s that?” Klee asked nonchalantly.

“Ah…well,” The fireworks director scratched her head in thought. “It’s like…when someone really likes a person and wishes to be with them forever.”

“Huh? Oh! Like best friends! You want to be best friends with Y/N, right?”

No, far from that actually.

“Erm…not exactly,” Yoimiya giggled all too bashfully. “I just…Y’know…really like her is all. In a more romantic sense.”

“Like her…?” Suddenly Klee’s eyes lit up. “Oh! Ohhh! You like Y/N! You like Y/N!” She suddenly started jumping up and down in excitement and started gathering the attention of many passerbyers around, much to the embarrassment of Yoimiya.

“Yoimiya likes Y/N! Yoimiya likes Y/N!”

“K-Klee!” Yoimiya panicked and quickly clasped her hands over her mouth. “Not too loud now, I don’t want anyone to know!”

Nervously looking over to where you were standing, you shot her an awkward smile as you were too far away to really hear what Klee had said. Giving the fireworks director a lopsided grin whilst you continued to chat with your friend.

“Hehehe, she’s adorable isn't she?” Yoimiya grinned before hurrying off with the little sparknight between her arms. “Now if you’d please excuse me…”

And that was the last time you saw Yoimiya before she suddenly asked you out a few days later. Trying to make you forget the awkward encounter as soon as possible as she wanted to make a good impression on you if she wanted to court you properly. She wasn’t on a very good start to begin with, but you admired her determination to talk to you anyway.

“An afternoon stroll, hm?” You were curious as to what the fireworks director had in plan. “Sure, I don’t have any plans today anyway.”

‘Yes!’

“Great! I have lots to plan for us today so let’s get going!”

Truth be told, you’ve always found Yoimiya to be pretty cute in both looks and personality. However, as a high-ranking noblewoman who came from an esteemed high-order family, you had multiple suitors waiting in line for your hand. And for you to accept Yoimiya’s, she’d have to put in a bit more effort.

This ‘date’ was pretty much a test of sorts for you to see whether or not Yoimiya was a perfect candidate to be your wife, and poor Yoimiya had no idea!

“I was thinking we could go feed some koi fish in the river. Then, we can go grab some dango and boba from the food stalls over there.”

“That sounds lovely, Yoimiya,” you smiled. Though the date itself seemed a bit simple for your tastes… “Looking forward to it.”

As simple as the idea was, Yoimiya’s smile was enough to get you to smile too. Gently pulling the wrist of your arm towards the river and settling beneath the shade of an overcast bridge.

“I bought us enough packets to last an hour. You don’t have to use them up all at once, but I thought it’d be a great way to converse while mindlessly doing something.”

Pouring a shitton of fish food packets into your hands, you could only gawk at surprise as you counted twenty…no thirty— packets of fish food that Yoimiya had somehow stored in her pockets.

Pockets? Did her outfit even have any?!

“Goodness, Yoimiya!” You laughed as the packets of fish food spilled out from your hands. “How much Mora did you spend on this?”

“Let’s just say I went a bit overboard…” the pyro woman chuckled. “Here, I’ll open up a packet for you.”

Helping to tear open a few packets for you to share, you and Yoimiya sat at the edge of the river bank and began throwing little balls of compressed fish food into the water. Watching as the different sizes and colors of koi fish darted back and forth in order to fight each other for a speck of food.

“Oh! There’s my favorite one!” Yoimiya pointed to a fish with a long, flowy tail. “I named it after you.”

“Me?”

“Mhm! Because it’s the prettiest one here!”

You felt an arrow pierce your heart at her words as she continued to innocently toss more food into the water. ‘Hm…perhaps she would be a good candidate for a suitor…’ you thought. She does know how to flatter…

“Do you come here to feed them often? It seems like they all are familiar with you.”

“Hah, I suppose,” Yoimiya smiled. “I come down sometimes when I have the time, and I guess they just got used to seeing me.”

Yoimiya pointed to a fish with a big scar. “That one’s Tanjiro. He’s the friendliest of them all and likes to get his head tapped.”

To demonstrate, Yoimiya tapped the surface of the water and watched as said fish swam up and nudged its forehead with her finger.

“Awww,” you cooed. “Did you give all of them names?”

“Some of the more distinct ones. Like this one!” She pointed to a fish that had a splotch of white in the shape of a lightning bolt.

“That one’s Zenitsu. He’s very fast and agile.”

She then pointed to a fish that looked like it was fighting with Tanjiro, swimming left and right with enough strength to splash the surface.

“That one is Inosuke. He’s the most aggressive fish.”

And finally, she pointed to the smallest fish that seemed to follow Tanjiro around like a child. Blowing out little air bubbles out of its mouth as it watched Tanjiro fight with Inosuke.

“That one is Nezuko. I have a strong suspicion her and Tanjiro are close as they always follow each other in circles.”

‘That’s so cute.’ You thought as you stared at Yoimiya with admiring, doe-like eyes. Both for the fish and Yoimiya as you had never expected for her to be this adorable.

“Such interesting names…” you hummed, impressed with how creative she was, though not enough to win over your favor. ‘She seems like a good enough suitor…however, I need to see something that’ll really push her up on that pedestal—‘

The sudden shriek of something soaring into the air cut your thoughts short as both you and Yoimiya looked at each other in surprise.

“What is—“

Another shriek, followed by an explosion caused the two of you to look up into the sky. Bright, sparkly fireworks illuminating the daytime sky as Yoimiya flinched at the array.

“F-Fireworks?!” She exclaimed, amidst a growing panic as fireworks were not supposed to go off today for any sort of reason. “But that’s impossible! We don’t have any shows today—“

And what Yoimiya saw after that made her whole world shake.

A massive series of colorful explosions shot into the air all at once. Shrieking in what felt like mocking laughter to Yoimiya as the words, “YOIMIYA LIKES Y/N!!!” In bright, bold, sparkly letters shot up into the sky. Stunning the citizens of Inazuma, as you and Yoimiya watched in complete and utter awe.

Or horror for Yoimiya’s point of view.

‘...Oh…OH MY ARCHONS–!’

Yoimiya’s eyes widened as she kept glancing at you, at the sky, and back at you in a frenzy while trying desperately to think of a solution to this disastrous outcome.

Who in Inazuma would do this to her?!

“W-Wait! Before you freak out Y/N—”

And then a bigger, more louder explosion set fire to the sky. This time dominating the silly words with a boisterous, sound barrier-breaking, even flashier explosion that formed the all-too-familiar shape of Klee’s Dodoco.

“Ah…” Yoimiya’s voice cracked as she watched the sheer size of the massive Dodoco overtake the sky. Intimidating everyone in Inazuma with its aura, and making it very well known that it was the Spark Knight of Favonius that caused such a stupor.

‘I’m so screwed…’ Yoimiya groaned inwardly. Hiding her face in shame as she couldn’t dare peak through her fingers to see what kind of face you were making. But if only she knew, that the face you were making wasn’t of disgust or annoyance, but of joy and lovesick admiration.

Oh archons...

You wanted to marry this woman.

#mod angel 🎐#jean gunnhildr x reader #genshin jean x reader #kamisato ayaka x reader #yoimiya x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #jean gunnhildr x you #kamisato ayaka x you #yoimiya x you

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ouiouibaguettt · 11 months

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Bienvenido De Nuevo

Aitana Bonmati x Savannah Sonnet (oc)

request from @liverpoolfan96

—> For the aitana bonmati one say oc and aitana are together and oc comes back after a long term injury and comes on for aitana and she kisses her and wishes her luck

warnings: no one

words: 1.2k

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SAVANNAH’S POV:

I hadn't set a foot on a pitch for 10 months because of my injury, if you don't count the training sessions I had to do to get back up to level.

*FLASHBACK*

It was the 46th minute of the match and the Colombians had the ball in midfield. Fortunately for us, Liana Salazar pushed the ball too hard with her dribbling.

"What a mistake by Salazar, who pushed the ball into Savannah Sonnett's feet," said the commentator. "Wow, the American player has just fallen to the ground because of her knee, which reacted very badly," he added. "I hope it's not too serious for her," added the other commentator.

Unfortunately, I was still on the ground, my knee in my hands, when I heard Rose and Sofia shouting my name. "Are you all right?" asked Rose as Sofia quickly alerted the medics. "My knee, it's hurting too much, Rose," I cried as the medical staff arrived.

Once on the stretcher, they took me to a room to do a few tests before confirming at the hospital. "Do you want someone to go with you Savannah?" one of the medics asked me, "Yes my sister please." I replied, my eyes still red. "All right, I'll get her," he said, before leaving to find Emily.

When he came back 10 minutes later with my sister, I already felt a little safer with her by my side. "Do you want your phone while we wait for the results?" she asked, "Yes please" I said, holding out my hand towards her.

I was scrolling through the stories on Instagram when I saw her name appear on the screen, and a little smile came over my face despite the pain and sadness of the moment.

My 'Tana

I hope it's not too serious, and even if it is, I'll be by your side every day despite the Euro! I love you, don't forget that and be strong!

Call me when you know what you've got!❤️

Luckily she was there, even though she's over 8000 km away. It had been over 2 years since Aitana and I started dating in secret, as we were still young and worried about people looking at us, so we preferred to tell only our closest family and friends. I was very lucky to be able to play for the same club as her, despite our different nationalities. During the season, I still get to see her asleep on my chest with my arm around her, while during international camps I wake up to Kelley or my sister snoring. Very charming, you might say.

When the results came back I was devastated. I'd ruptured my anterior cruciate ligament. Not being able to set foot on a pitch again for at least 10 months? It's worse than pregnancy! Luckily I had my sister, my girlfriend and my team-mates by my side, otherwise I don't think I'd have had the strength to fight to play again one day. If only I'd known that my comeback would be in the second leg of the Champions League semi-final against Chelsea, I'd have prepared myself mentally beforehand, because stressing out before a match is anything but good.

*BACK TO THE PRESENT*

Waking up before a match is always complicated, especially when you know you're going to have to make your comeback in front of a full Camp Nou. Despite the mounting stress, I know I've been waiting for this moment for the last 10 months and I absolutely don't want to spoil it - I've been waiting too long for this moment, the moment when I'll see my number in green on the board so I can make my comeback.

As we arrived at the stadium for the inspection, the fear of hurting myself again started to appear before I'd even put on the shirt and touched a ball. Having sensed my distress, Alexia came to my side to reassure me that she too would soon be back on the pitch and that the team would soon be complete.

"You're scared, aren't you?" she asked. "I'm terrified to be honest, I'm afraid of hurting myself again at any moment, but I know I need that fear to motivate me now, because the match has already started," I said as I started to go into the changing room to put on my kit and warm up. "Don't worry, we're all behind you if you need us, you know that, we believe in you" she said, "Thank you Alexia, really, I can't wait for you to get back out on the pitch too" I said before letting her leave with the other players not selected for the match.

"Good luck mi amor", I said, whispering into Aitana's ear as I walked behind her, leaving my hand on her back. "Good luck to you too, baby, I can't wait to see you on the pitch with me," she said, leaning on my hand. "Try and score for me when you get sub in," she whispered before kissing me on the cheek. And then she left me like an idiot, with a little smile and my fingers on the cheek where she'd kissed me.

We were in the 84th minutes into the match when Jonatan decided to bring me on for Aitana. After the mini-warm-up, I went next to the scoreboard where I finally saw my number on it. I see Aitana come forward to clap my hands, but not before taking me in her arms and kissing me: "Bienvenido de nuevo, mi amor," she says. "Gracias mi Tana," I tell her before running off to take my place to the sounds of applause by the fans.

The final whistle: we were in the Women's Champions League final! I couldn't believe it. Despite the excitement spreading through my body, I first went to congratulate the Chelsea players before feeling a small body jump onto my back. When the person dropped, I knew immediately who it was. "Mi Tana," I said, taking her by the waist and twirling her around me. "I'm very proud of you, especially after everything you've been through in the last 10 months," she said, kissing me in front of a crazy Camp Nou. "Thank you for always supporting me and staying by my side," I said, resting my forehead against hers. "I'll always be there, you know that," she promises me, before taking my hand and heading off in the direction of the others to cheer the crowd. "I was sure you were together," Patri admitted, putting her arms around our shoulders, "You're adorable," Alexia said, and soon the whole team and staff were complimenting us. "Would you rather talk about our relationship or celebrate our place in the final?" asked Aitana half-heartedly. "THE FINAL" replied the whole team, sprinting into the changing rooms, singing and dancing.

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sorry I couldn’t post because of the classes!!

#barca femeni #woso fanfics #aitana bonmati #aitana bonmati x reader

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ichimatsu-gal · 2 years

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IT JUST ISN'T FAIR!!!

(I was watching the jacksepticeye undertale play through again and I noticed that the part were Undyne is perched on the entrance to hotland that what she said to frisk was really fucked, like if that was me I probably would’ve cried, so heres how I think and older mc woudve reacted like, Bc I feel like we let her comments go way to easily”

(P.S. might make a part two just need to know if y’all want one!)

Part 2 Coming soon!!

(Literally had part 2 ready to post, that shit disappeared from the face of the earth, imma have to rewrite the whole thing kms😭😭)

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You walked down the long dark halls of waterfall, all the events of before ran through your mind with no end, you had encountered undyne for the last time not that long ago, hell you became friends or well at least you think you did, it felt more like she was just tolerating you for papyrus sake if anything, everything seemed to have been blown over with no second thought, to be honest you didn’t really know how to feel, she said really fucked up things during your fight and even when papyrus was trying to make you two get along, She would say shit with a tight smile trying to act friendly even though she just wanted to beat your face in at that moment (which you appreciated that she didn’t since you were a guest) her words didn’t help your already spiraling mind, your self esteem seemed to get lower than you ever thought possible too.

You had abruptly stopped in the middle of the path you were walking, face scrunching up in frusteration “FUCK!” you suddenly turn and punch the wall next to you, her words kept repeating in your head “YOU'RE STANDING IN THE WAY OF EVERYBODY'S HOPES AND DREAMS!” You punch the wall (HOW, HOW AM I STANDING IN THE WAY OF EVERYONE'S HOPES AND DREAMS??) punch “YOU'RE JUST A COWARD!”

(I HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT TRY TO SURVIVE, HOW DOES THAT MAKE ME A COWARD??) punch “HIDING BEHIND THAT KID SO YOU COULD RUN AWAY FROM ME AGAIN!” You face tightens (WHAT THE HELL WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO, LET HIM FALL TO HIS DEATH???) punch “YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE MORE VALUABLE TO EVERYONE??” Her next words made you scream “IF YOU WERE DEAD!!!!” Why the fuck would she say that “THAT'S NOT FAIR, IT'S NOT, I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU, I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO ANY OF YOU, WHY DO I HAVE TO DIE!!!”.

You kept punching the wall taking no notice of the blood dripping down your arms onto the floor, you kept at it for what felt like hours until you couldn’t feel you arms anymore eventually collapsing, knees giving out from under you, you gave a quick gasp not expecting the fall so suddenly, a burning sting from your fists made you finally see the damage you had done to yourself, the wall and floor where covered in your blood, looking down your knuckles weren’t any better, all busted and bruised and fucked up “shitshitshit” it hurt so fucking much, your eyes started to fill up with tears, your vision turning blurry “nononono” you started wiping at them aggressively “dont start fucking crying now, there’s no point” but the tears kept coming anyway, it seems you had no control over your own body so you just gave in.

A hash sob erupted its way from your throat taking you by surprise, but you just let it happen, you leaned back against the wall for some type of support, after that all your bottles up feelings just started ripping themselves out of you painful laid sobs and hiccups just kept coming and tears just trailed down your cheeks faster, your sight was completely blurry at this point from how many tears where bottling up in your eyes. You changed your position in a way where you were cradling yourself, head nuzzled into your knees and bloodied hands tightly grabbing your hair, you were having a full blown breakdown at this point, it wasn’t fair all you wanted to do was go home you wanted to get out of this fucking mountain why was everyone trying to kill you, you had nothing to do with what happened to them hell you didn’t even know they existed until you fell down into this hell hole. You let your sobs get louder not caring if any monster could hear them (they would probably try to kill me again anyway so why does it matter) you hiccuped.

All you bottled fears just kept swirling around in your head with not intent on stopping, at first you were scared yeah who wouldn’t be after falling down a 100 feet deep hole thinking they were gonna fucking die once they hit the ground only to wake up being completely fine and not plastered all over the floor, and then you encountered that stupid faced smiling flower that tried to fucking kill you with shity pellets. You were insanely grateful when Toriel saved you she was incredibly kind and patient with the state you were in, you even had fun when she guided you through the puzzles in the ruins plus you almost cried when she was sweet enough to bake you a pie out of the goodness of her soul, although it got serious again when you asked how to exit the mountain, it got even worse when she tried to keep you from leaving explaining that you could die out there, that the king Asgore would kill you if you left, and you believed her the flower was enough proof of that, but you told her you couldn’t stay down here you had to leave, you had loved ones, friends, and a future waiting for you in the surface, you had a whole life that you weren’t willing to give up just because she was afraid. Obviously yeah dying wasn’t really on your bucket list of things to do but being stuck in a claustrophobic mountain, living every day seeing the exact same walls was not something you were willing to do just to not get murdered. She understood your despair and hesitantly let you go, you both exchanged a sad farewell you even she’d a couple of tears promising her you would be fine, of course you were more saying that to yourself than to her, continuing on your way you were scared and cautious but once you reached the exit and met sans with his dumb Whoopi cushion trick and his stupid puns that managed to make you laugh you weren’t as scared anymore, hell everyone that you had encountered so far where delightful and kind, they were welcoming and special in their own way, you shared a few laughs with many of them and you thoroughly enjoyed papyrus’s puzzles admiring how kind and optimistic the skeleton was, forever cherishing that “date” you two had, you and the brothers got along very well actually, they were kind enough to let you stay with them while you tried to figure out how to get out, having many sleepovers and game nights, watching mettatons dramatic romance movies and laughing, you also thoroughly enjoyed papyrus’s overly dramatic reactions whenever sans blurted out a pun.

You had sat there for what was probably hours and hours on end not moving a muscle, the weight on your shoulders held you down heavily with no intent on leaving, the tears you had been shedding were slowing down, and the blood on your knuckles was partially dry. You leaned you aching head back on the rocky wall behind you, looking up at the shining crystals meant to replace the stars from the surface, smiling you gave out a quiet dry chuckle (monsters wish on these crystals all the time, it’s not like I’m gonna gain or lose anything by doing it too) you closed your eyes tightly, even with the raging headache you managed to squeeze out some thought on what you wanted to wish for (please let me be able to make it through this, let me help them, please just send me something, someone, some type of sign to help me, please…..) you opened your eyes again, you waited a few minutes but nothing happened, the last bit of sanity you had left found that funny and you laughed “yeah I didn’t think so either” you decided that a quick nap would do you good plus the floor seems comfy right now and the house was to far away, you were gonna move to lie down until you heard some footsteps coming from down the hall.

You didn’t panic, you didn’t even care anymore, you were exhausted, sleep is all you wanted right now but your curiosity decided to at least see who it was, you were partially hoping it wasn’t undyne though you don’t think your legs could carry you right now. Watching intently waiting on whatever danger might be coming in your direction you sat up in a position where you could take off quickly just in case, even though you knew you would just fall flat on your face again if you tried but you sure as hell weren’t going down without a fight or running away anyway, the monster turned the corner as you watched intently and It actually turned out to be the last person you expected “sans?” said skeleton stopped reading the joke book he was holding and looked up at his name being called out, with a smile on his face he looked around before spotting you only for his smile to drop immediately right after, he stood there frozen to his spot for a few second, sockets widening in shock before actually deciding to move “holy shit, kid what happened to you???” he rushed towards you faster than you have ever seen him move before, dropping the book in the process he crouched down next to you, he looked you up and down with a worried expression on his face, you weakly smiled at him “heya sansy, you come around here often?” he gently glared at your sarcastic light attitude “kid this ain’t funny what happened?” He was looking down at your hands which you held out for him to see better “oh you know I was just walking around and then I decided to have a breakdown and punch a wall repeatedly for shit and giggles” he breathed out a laugh through his nose, finding your sad humor funny despite the situation, he was gently holding your hands in his checking out the damage “ oh stars kid, you really did a number on yourself” he said while gently caressing the bottom of your hands with his fingers, you frowned, the soft contact making tears swell in your eyes again “yeah I know” you felt pathetic.

You explained to him what happened with the whole knuckle situation and then ended up telling him everything from the very beginning, how you fell down, your encounter with toriel, and your fears, your fears about how you didn’t wanna be stuck here with every day being the same, or how you had to be careful when wondering outside because you could get killed, how you wanted to help them but didn’t know how and all the despair you felt because you couldn’t do shit. Sans just listened to you, he didn't interrupt you, or tried to give advice, he just listened, and you really appreciated that “Sans I’m so fucking tired, it’s not fair what happened to any of you, and I understand being so angry with humanity, but it’s not my fault” you looked over at him eyes full of tears, you looked so broken, so fragile, sans could feel your soul crying out for help “sans I don’t want to die” your voice broke at the end of your sentence with a sob, that was it, those words completely shattered him, he quickly brought you into his embrace, arms securing themselves around your shaking frame holding you tightly but not tight enough to hurt you, he let your teary face nuzzle closely to his chest, as your hands tiglhy grabbed the back of his hoodie desperately probably thinking that if you let go he would disappear entirely and you would be left alone “I know kiddo, I understand how you feel, I’m here I’m not going anywhere” he whispered his head nuzzling the top of yours.

#sans x reader #sans the skeleton #undertale #sans underfell x reader #angst with a happy ending #some fluff #undertale x reader

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

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Butterfly

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warning : big fluff , hurt/comfort , angst , cuddling

Summary : Tyler and Xavier the next outreach day, everyone is being rude to Tyler and eventually he takes a break after someone from Nevermore tells him to kms. Xavier closes the store for a bit and goes to check on Tyler only to find gim curled on the floor and then Xavier brings him back to his drom and takes care of Tyler there.

Tyler Galpin x Xavier Thorpe

Info : So here is another cute One-shot based on This (the second ) idea from @tylorpe4life which was really cute to write. I hope you and everyone is enjoying this. Have fun reading and keep the Tylorpe ship alive

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The next outreach day came faster than anyone realized. But the students of Nevermore Academy couldn't wait to get out on the town and make new or old friends. But the artist's happiness never seemed to wear off. He looked at the invitation or the card in the envelope in his hands.

He looked at the sentences and read the name of the cafe over and over again. The small smile on his lips reflected only a small part of his happiness. ,,Xavier, where did you get in?" he heard Enid ask happily as she hopped over to him. He saw Wednesday appear behind her, the black-haired emotionless-looking girlfriend of the werewolf. ,,I hope you're not pushing her out of her territory?" Wednesday demanded, standing next to Enid. Shaking his head, he said, ,,No, don't worry about that. I'm back at the cafe for luck," he explained.

But as soon as he finished, Enid grabbed her friend's hand and jumped even more excitedly. ,,That means you're finally going to see Tyler again. You have to tell him how it was," she said before Wednesday pulled her away from him. Sighing happily and with amusement, he walked after the other students to the buses that took them into town. But his thoughts were only on his friend Tyler.

He scribbled small drawings of animals and flowers on his small drawing pad. Small insignificant drawings that he made but only aszugerne as exercise in between. I have to ask Tyler for a portrait, he remembered. It was supposed to be a gift, a small gesture, a picture of Tyler and maybe him.

A couple's photo. The bus stopped at the same place as always and he trotted after the others before stretching and looking at the cafe from a distance. A smile came to his lips as he made his way to the store faster than necessary.

The bell rang, announcing his entrance. ,,Hello Tyler!" he called across the still relatively empty store and walked behind as his friend poked his head out of the kitchen. ,,Hey, my artist," the shorter man replied, pulling Xavier into a hug. He felt the warmth of the other, a certain security he knew he gave Tyler. He hasn't really gotten over it yet, he said as he thought about the Hyde incident and the past events at the school. ,,I'll make the waffles in a minute, could you make the coffee?" asked Xavier as he headed for the aprons and tied them around himself. ,,I'd be happy to," the curly-haired man purred and chuckled before going to the coffee machine.

The artist, however, took the ingredients from the large refrigerator and began to mix them together to make the waffles. He had made them many times before, a simple yet delicious recipe. Tyler said that his mother had written it down. Even though she was no longer alive, he still loved her.

A sigh escaped his lips as he waited for the dough to come together. Suddenly he heard the sound of Tyler humming as he concentrated on his work. A cute habit as Xavier found and he Tyler only too gladly listened.

The mixing of the dough went quickly and the fresh waffles were available at the counter all the faster. He saw the interested and loving look of Tyler when he looked at the waffles. ,,I'll put two aside," Xavier said hastily, wrapping two of the waffles in aluminum foil and setting them aside.

After a short time he hears Tyler say, ,,There doesn't seem to be much going on today" who was cleaning some cups. Xavier just nodded and went to a table with new customers. He heard the doorbell ring, but when he saw the dark purple and black uniforms, he knew they were students from his school. He didn't know them, maybe they just had other classes. He took the tablet and walked slowly and carefully into the kitchen.

The last thing he wanted was trouble because of broken dishes. Or stress with his father that he tried to ignore. The water ran over his hands as he washed the cups, plates and metal dishes. He was hardly aware of the front part of the cafe. On the one hand by the walls that took him a little the view and on the other hand by the noise of the rinsing.

It took a few moments before he heard a clang followed by laughter and running. Confused, he looked up and saw Tyler running past the kitchen. ,,I'm taking a break," he said hastily, but even Xavier could hear the brokenness in his voice.

He immediately put the dishes down and went back into the cafe. He saw the group still laughing before they kicked the dishes aside and walked out. Tyler ran anxiously through his mind.

He took a quick look around the store and saw that luckily there were no customers. Quicker than necessary, he turned the sign to close and locked the door. Before he hurried into the bathroom. He opened the door and called his friend's name.

But he didn't even bother to look when he saw Tyler huddled against the wall. ,,Tyler, what happened?" he asked hastily and knelt down in front of his friend. The curly-headed man was crying bitterly, and Xavier saw the trembling and the trying to hold back his grief and his hydes.

Slowly, the artist put a hand on his friend's shoulder. He waited to see if Tyler would shake him off, but he did not. ,,Everything is fine, I'm here," he said and sat down next to Tyler. Very slowly his hand went to the hair of the smaller one. He played with a few curls knowing that Tyler always found this cute and calmed him down a bit. Then after a short wait and more sniffling noises Tyler dislocated himself.

He practically threw himself into Xavier's arms only to continue crying bitterly. ,,It's going to be okay," was all the artist could say as he continued to stroke Tyler's back, trying to calm him down. ,,Kill" Tyler suddenly said and Xavier raised an eyebrow in confusion. ,,What?" he asked in confusion, trying to make eye contact with his friend.

But Tyler buried his face in the crook of the artist's neck. ,,They-They told me to...kill myself," Tyler sniffled and whimpered as he was apparently plagued by a painful memory. ,,Don't say that, it's just empty words, they're trying to mess with you, it's going to be alright," he could only say, his own heart aching in his chest. He didn't know how long it would take Tyler to calm down before he could convince him to join him.

The bus ride to Nevermore Academy was quiet, and only the hand-holding and occasional brushing of hands signaled that it wasn't too much for Tyler. It took a few more moments for them to arrive at his room.

But he saw how upset Tyler still was as he curled up on his bed. ,,Wait here a minute," Xavier said as he pulled out a few more blankets and took them to the bed. ,,Here, this will help," he said encouragingly and sat down with Tyler before giving him another hug. ,,You know...for a moment I thought about doing it," the smaller man finally said, and even though it made Xavier's throat tight, he nodded in understanding. ,,I can only imagine how awful it must be...but Tyler please I promise you it will get better. We'll get through this together, you and I," Xavier said softly and gave his friend a gentle kiss on the forehead before picking up his small drawing pad.

He used his powers to make the little butterflies and birds fly around Tyler before they settled on the smaller man's curls.

At first Xavier was worried that Tyler wouldn't like it, but when he saw the smirk he breathed a sigh of relief. ,,They're cute," he said, taking a butterfly on his finger.

He watched the animal and Xavier was pleased to see the enthusiastic gleam in his friend's eyes. ,,Thank you," he heard Tyler murmur as he held the butterfly out to him. Xavier took the animal on his finger before feeling Tyler's gentle kiss. ,,I told you we would stay together and we will get through this," he assured Tyler before kissing him again. And they would, their love would endure a lot, but that only brought them closer together.

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#fluff #wednesday season 1 #wednesday series #wednesday netflix #wednsday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday x enid #xavier x tyler #tylorpe #tyler x xavier #tyler galpin #xavier thorpe #big fluff #cuddling & snuggling #couple cuddling #kissing #angst #angst with a happy ending #angst with comfort

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autumnwritcs · 1 year

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closed starter for @chaoticallycosmic ;;

Dexter felt awkward in the tux, he was a shirt and jeans kind of man but because this was an extra formal wedding, the tux made him feel stiff and uncomfortable but he repeated to himself he only had wait until the ceremony was over, then he could remain in his shirt. He was friends to both the groom and bride, knew them since elementary school and saw their amusing game of will they won't they until they finally got together, but he was friends to Mason first so he took seat on his side. He hadn't bother to find a date even when his invitation was for a plus one, he was currently single and pretty much comfortable either that since the end of his last -and longest- relationship five months ago and while he didn't have expectations for tonight, he was open to the possibility of leaving with someone.

The ceremony started and Dexter smiled through it, happy to see his friends happy and it was halfway through the ceremony that he realized one of the braidsmaids was Lilianne, also part of their friends group. He hadn't seen her since he moved out, not in person at least, just pictures other posted with her but Dexter never knew whether or not to add her as a friend on social media so that was it. She looked good, better than how he remembered her and he couldn't take his eyes off her the rest of the ceremony, almost missing the key moments for Mason and Penny.

It was several kindness later until everyone was in the venue, sitting and chatting with the newlyweds walking around and having pictures taken. When Dex approached the bar he was intercepted by Penny. "Dex, thank you so much for coming! I know it was a long trip but it's gonna be totally worth it, it's a magical night and not only because I just got married." "You're rambling and I'm gonna stop listening in exactly two seconds." Dexter joked, earning a slap on his arm before her face enlightened ar something at his back. "Ah! Lily come here- Dex, km sure you remember Lilinne, don't you?" Penny asked with an smile that tried to pass for sweet. "Oh, sorry guys, my husband needs me. I'm sure you can catch up yourself without me here. I'll see you later." With that, Penny left and it was just Dexter and Lilianne now, neither having the time to interrupt Penny. "I do remember you, by the way. I'm not sure what Penny just tried but I was planning and coming and say hi anyway." Dexter smiled at her. "How are you doing?

#this was unnecessary long just too uch background and context #no need to match length #also this was made with beta editor but lmk if you use legacy #or if you want me to edit the starter #Dexter ft #Dexter ft Lilianne #ft chaoticallycosmic

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marcmarcmomarc · 2 days

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Wings Around the Globe Rally

Leg 6

AANG: You are looking live at Melbourne Airport.

(Gabriel eyes the leaderboard. Marinette’s plaque blinks at the top.)

MARINETTE: Yep. First place. Not bad for a baker girl.

(As she leaves, Gabriel adresses Nathalie and Cash.)

GABRIEL: Now, listen up. It’s time to make yourselves useful.

Starting line: Melbourne Airport in Melbourne, Australia

Starting positions:

Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Gabriel Agreste

Nathalie Sancoeur

Cash

Alya Césaire

Sabrina Raincomprix

Kagami Tsurugi

Rose Lavillant

Nino Lahiffe

Chloé Bourgeois

Kim Chiến Lê-Ature

Nathaniel Kurtzberg

Mylène Haprèle

Juleka Couffaine

Ivan Bruel

Max Kanté

Alix Kubdel

Marc Anciel

Ondine

(The racers soar over people canoeing in Port Phillip Bay.)

LEG 6: AUSTRALIA > ANTARCTICA

4,583 km

TOPH (V.O.): This is our sixth and shortest leg. These racers are lucky to have dressed warm, because they’re going to the ice hole of the Earth, Antarctica.

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(From above, Nathalie and Cash shadow Marinette. With a smirk, Cash dives and swoops in behind Marinette, knocking off her GPS antenna.)

MARINETTE: Ah! (GASPS)

MARINETTE: My antenna!

(The antenna falls into the ocean and sinks.)

MARINETTE: No. No, no, no! What am I gonna do?!

(Marinette circles the splash and flies off-course.)

MARINETTE: (message breaking) Hawaii, are you there? Do you read? I am low on fuel.

(An alarm goes off. Marinette sees her flashing fuel gauge, which nears empty.)

MARINETTE: Oh, no! Oh, boy.

(She looks around for any sign of dry land. Nothing but vast ocean as far as the eye can see. Suddenly, a jet appears behind her.)

MARINETTE: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

ALPHA: Unknown rider, unknown rider. You have entered restricted airspace. Why haven’t you responded to radio contact?

MARINETTE: Somebody cut off my antenna.

ALPHA: Identify yourself.

MARINETTE: I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

ALPHA: Roger that. Bogey has been identified as Dupain-Cheng Seven.

MARINETTE: I’m running on vapours. I need to land.

(Another jet arrives.)

BETA: What are you doing out here with an empty tank?

MARINETTE: Well, I thought I’d refuel in Hawaii, but...

ALPHA: Hawaii is 375 miles southwest of here.

MARINETTE: What?

BETA: Listen, Dupain-Cheng. You’d better follow us to the boat. No bingo fields around here.

MARINETTE: “Bingo fields?”

BETA: Places to land.

MARINETTE: “The boat?”

ALPHA: The USS Dwight D. Eisenhower.

(Marinette and the jet pilots arrive at the ship.)

ALPHA: Alpha, checking in as frag plus one. Check.

EISENHOWER COMMANDER: Two. Go ahead, Alpha.

ALPHA: Bogey is civilian and needs emergency fuel.

EISENHOWER COMMANDER: Copy that. We’ll rig the barricade for the civilian.

ALPHA: (to Marinette) Let’s line you up for the barricade. All you have to do is throttle on back and call the ball, and hopefully end up in the spaghetti.

MARINETTE: What? Wait, no, wait! Wait a second! Um, uh, guys, I’m not sure I can do this.

BETA: I don’t see how you have a choice.

MARINETTE: Okay. But that runway is moving.

BETA: We’ll set you up on the glide path.

MARINETTE: Runways are not supposed to move. Okay. I’m okay. I’m going to be fine.

ALPHA: Take it easy.

MARINETTE: Moving runway, moving runway. There it is. Here we go.

ALPHA: Throttle on back.

MARINETTE: Maybe if I just came around again.

ALPHA: Level your wings.

BETA: Easy with it.

(Marinette comes in too fast. She heads straight for a net they had set up. Her rear wheel makes contact with the arresting wire, which stretches like a sling shot and it immediately stops her before she hits the barrier.)

(The flight crew cheers as Marinette looks around at them and smiles.)

SERGEANT: We’ve got you, Dupain-Cheng.

(She is escorted below deck.)

ALPHA: Come on, let’s get you fixed up, refuelled and back in the race. You are way behind.

MARINETTE: Thanks. You saved me out there.

Destination: Williams Field at McMurdo Station in Antarctica

Finishing positions:

Gabriel Agreste

Nathalie Sancoeur

Cash

Alya Césaire

Nino Lahiffe

Chloé Bourgeois

Sabrina Raincomprix

Alix Kubdel

Mylène Haprèle

Rose Lavillant

Juleka Couffaine

Ivan Bruel

Kim Chiến Lê-Ature

Max Kanté

Nathaniel Kurtzberg

Kagami Tsurugi

Marc Anciel

Ondine

DNF:

Marinette Dupain-Cheng

(After getting her plane fixed and taking off from the Eisenhower, Marinette tries to navigate through pouring rain from a major thunderstorm and the monstrous swell of waves on the Southern Ocean. Her wheel hits the surface and sends her spiraling put of control. She tries to climb a giant breaker and barrels through the crest, but suffers engine failure.)

MARINETTE: Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! I’m going down! 18 degrees north, six minutes, 119…!

(She hurdles into the ocean, but forces herself back up. The waves continue to thrash and force her underwater, but each time, she fights her way to the surface. Her plane battered and bruised, she eventually sinks to the bottom.)

(Later, rescue staff dives into the water with a net and airlifts Marinette to Antarctica, dropping her off on McMurdo Station’s runway surrounded by her family and friends.)

ALYA: Marinette!

NINO: Is she okay?

SABINE: Quick! Get her to the hospital!

Leg 5

Plane repair

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dilfwaynes · 3 years

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Can I request in a headcanon for dating margot Robbie (with female reader) sfw and nsfw 👀💗

ive been waiting for this moment thx anon

parings ; margot robbie x fem!reader

warning ; the readers a bitch in the beginning, smut, dom/sub themes

a/n: if margot robbie ever comes across this ill kms. tell me if u like it anon. not edited !!

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you first caught her eye at the once upon a time in hollywood premier, when she saw you and leo engaged in a conversation

her and brad little ways by the bar carrying their own conversation, or at least trying.

her attention failing at brad as her eyes keep drifting back to you and your little black dress

“brad whos that girl?” stopping mid word and turning to margots line of sight, face souring.

“not a fan?” she asks confused at his distrain for you

“that’s y/n l/n, jackass journalist for vogue. pretty but a real snobby bitch, also fakes her shit.” brad adds, bitterly knocking back his drink

margot raises her eyebrows but goes no farther with questions, continuing to watch you from ajar

that is until you and leo part ways at the table shes occupying

her eyes settling on the navel of the low cut of your dress, following to slit of the fabric and the smooth legs and thighs exposing with each step of your heels

leo’s laugh enters the area of her and brad as you both stop at the table. your face amused lightly

“well that’s my cue for tonight, always a pleasure dicaprio,” your eyes meets the blondes for a second before hardening at brad

a smug look quickly washes over though as you pass,”pitt.” you mutter finding pleasure at the way he stiffens and glares softly

he rolls his eyes and goes back to his drink

leo snorts at the encounter before his attention goes to margot, which seems to be on the behind of you

“oh good luck with that one robbie.”

she glances at him confused but drops it when he doesn’t bulge

the next time you see each other is when she understands what brad means

truth be told within the first seconds of the interview she already settles on the choice she definitely hates you, or at least dislikes

for reason no doubt, you were a hotshot vogue journalist and you shown it by your attitude

only interviewing the most popular celebrities, if you deemed them worthy enough that is

obviously with margot finishing up once upon hollywood and on press tour, you were scheduled for a sit down with her

and my god did you have a god complex about your status and your role at vogue

when first walking in you barely acknowledged her or her introduction/greeting. giving a small nod and a quick mutter of your name back

you were barely interested in any talk of the movie and only seemed to ask personal things, as well as push her buttons

you enjoyed getting under people’s skin, especially margot’s because fuck shes hot when shes mad

the way her eyebrow would raise and jaw stain under the pressure she’s applying

”well this is over i’ll say, though one more question,”you pause smirking slightly, margot holds in her breathe as she awaits your question.”are the claims of your divorced with tom ackerley true? as well as the rumors of him cheating?”

her eyes widen in astonishment face turning red, from anger or embarrassment she doesn’t know

you flutter your eyes, eyebrows shooting down as you flash a fatuous smile at the obvious hidden answer behind’s the actress silence and flushed cheeks

“i think that wraps it.” you swiftly grab the lather clad notebook and pen

breaking out of her shock state she quickly grips your wrist tight, her face vexed and her jawline sharp with ireful”where did you find that out from.”

you bite your lip at her expression, her fingers squeezing harder at your wrist as a way to hurry you to tell

“don’t worry robbie that was an off the table question, it’ll be free from tablets.” you reassure, prying her fingers off slowly as her expression calms

your snatch your coat to protect you from the winter of new york, starting at the blonde as she just leans into her chair

you roll your eyes before opening your notebook and inking down your number, ripping out the paper giving it to her

“here if you’re gonna be in nyc for a few days call me and we can go out for dinner or lunch.”

not waiting for her answer you leave

later that day staring at your number rushed out on the paper, she decides to text you

‘is your offer still on the table?’

‘depends, are you ok with plans at my place while i work on my article on you?”

you smile at her smiley face at the end of of the text

you got under her skin today and completely torn down her usual nice personality

you were obviously attracted to her and you knew that, hell she even has to know that unless she never looked at herself in the mirror before

you texted her your address and not more than 10 minutes later shes at your door

her hotel must have been in upper east side as well

“i wanna apologize for how i acted when you asked me that question, it was out of line for me to touch you.”

you laughed this was definitely a first, someone apologizing for snapping at you when you were the cause of it

“it’s fine, the question was rather... intense,” you finished not knowing how to label the question honestly..”how long are you in town for?”

her eyes snaps towards the now filling wine glass in front her, trying to avoid the clear peak of your exposed chest at your angle.

“a few weeks, doing some press time and other things here.” she replies as you sit across from her

the rest of the night actually is nice and fun, something margot hasn’t had in awhile. though she’s surprised at the lack of bit in you that she saw only hours prior

you were lighter than you let on and you did have a bite, just learning towards more of an entitled brat than a bitch

“i have to ask before i leave, how did you know all that information?”

you pause at her question, you knew it was bound to be asked sooner or later

i’m friends with the girl’s cousin, i got told the gossip as soon as she told my friend. always the assistant, eh?”

she lets a loud laugh at your attempt of trying to lessen the awkwardness and tension with your bad joke

you giggle along with her kinda going heart shape eyes at her laugh and her scrunched up face

the night ends smoothly with her returning back to the hotel even though you offered her to stay at your place

oddly after that night the next few weeks are spent with each other mostly in your penthouse on your couch watching pulp fiction and everything else in between

and fuck do you yourself falling so fast and hard for her

in the nearing days of margot’s leave her divorce gets let out and quickly finds comfort in you in the late nights

“i feel so stupid, i trusted him so much that i ignored all the obvious hints of him cheating.”

you stare back at her as your faces are only inches away in your bed

“you’re not stupid, he’s just a dumb jerk,” you reply softly, smiling at her adorable laugh.”its true”

her laugh fades out while her smile is still placed, tucking your hair behind your ear.

you feel your heartbeat speed with her grabbing your chin between her fingers and lean towards you

closing the small gap and kissing you, snaking her around your waist and tugging you on top of her

you gasp at the sudden change in the kiss, soft and gentle switching to desperate and rough

she groans when you pull back gasping for air, lips swollen and now a wet spot in your underwear

she stares up at you in her lap and her hands now placed on your hips

without a second thought you latch yourself back to her moaning at her soft squeezing and touches

“please.” she chokes out kissing your hip as she tugs your shirt, silently begging you to take it off

you grab the hem of your shirt and margot quickly helps you out of the oversized shirt

reveling your dark green lace set

practically melting in the way margot stares up at you and her now rough grip on your waist

pulling you back down and slamming her lips against yours

whines slips out when you feel her fingers enter you, swallowing your moans and cries

settling in between her pretty thighs after cumming and relishing in her moans

the night finally ends with you both entangled and her arm around your waist and her face in your neck

the next day beginning with you waking up first and quietly peeling away from margot, once again going heart eyes at the sight of her

opening up the fridge and getting everything out to make breakfast, turning on the stove and cooking everything you know margot likes

smiling when you feel arms wrapping around your waist and a kiss pressed against your shoulder.

“good morning gorgeous,”you murmur shutting off the stove and turning to face her”you wanna talk before or after breakfast.” you ask figuring its better to address the obvious

“before”

you both admit that you gained feelings for each other these past few weeks and having sex did add onto that

you both agree not to rush anything and ease into your new feelings and just take it slow

“i really like you, i just need more time to heal and trust again.”

the conversation ends and pretty much know where you both stand and want

the next few days margot spends at your place, watching tv, eating and everything else together

as well as ending most nights talking about everything and anything and a lot of quick kissing

the final night of her stay in nyc holding a sad drag to it

your chest already hurting at the thought of not seeing her everyday, especially these last few

you both say goodbye at your place as you cant make it to the airport bc of work, and you wouldn’t be able to give a proper goodbye with each other at the airport

at least one you both wanted anyways

you both ease into video chatting and texting alot

sending cute and corny shit to laugh at

margot sends the most useless shit but u pretend to be interested

also sends good morning and night texts like :((

she’s adorable

once shes back in australia timezones become a huge thing since shes 12 hours ahead

and eventually it comes to you both barely getting to talk since you have work throughout the day and by the time you’re done ur jumping into the bed and sleeping

“is that l/n smiling? am i seeing correctly?”

you rolls your eyes,”i dont know, is that chris evans in new york? instead of boston.” you shake your head and get up to greet him

he laughs and hugs you, lifting you up slightly.

“gotta see my best girl sometime,”you roll your eyes but still smile”now what has you smiling.”

your smile widens and you blush, flushing worse when chris starts to tease you

the teasing only getting worse when you all but utter the word ‘talking’

“let’s talk about it over dinner, on me.”

“fine but its just dinner, nothing more evans. that boat already sailed in the 2000s” you warn, grabbing your coat and walking out.

“whats got mar smiling over there,” shutting off her phone and turning to her siblings

“you know what’s got her smiling,” she rolls her eyes at their laughter, jumping in between the middle of them

attention on the movie playing on the screen until it gets paused, she looks confused at her sister and brother

“margot you should see this,” she raises her eyebrow but grabs the phone anyways

‘CHRIS EVANS AND VOGUE JOURNALIST Y/N L/N LIGHTING AN OLD FLAME?’

clenching her jaw she sits the phone down, getting up and grabbing her own.

‘if you wanted to fuck someone you could’ve just told me instead of doing it behind my back’

she fumes when it hits the hour mark and still no reply. seething silently while trying to focus her attention at the tv school and siblings.

you groan sitting upright and looking over at chris passed on the floor

searching for your phone at the sound of a ring, eyes squinting at the amount of texts and calls

ignoring them all and reading the one from margot, confused because last time you checked the last person you slept with was her, and that was a few months ago.

opening other texts you click on the link sent, hissing at the headline.

“WAKE THE FUCK UP CHRIS!” throwing at pillow at him before turning back to text margot.

spamming out an expectation and denial to the tablet

heart pounding when see her typing

‘it’s fine even if you were, you own no expectation as we’re not seeing each other. whatever we’re doing should be put off, i think it’ll be for the best for both our professions.’

you reread the text another ten times before you finally register it

realizing she still doesn’t believe you and think you did the same thing you comforted her about

you rush to your room yanking open your closet and shoving clothes into your suitcase and flying out the door and cabbing to the airport

completely ignoring chris still on your floor, he’ll figure out the situation when he wakes up.

landing in australia nighttime and hailing a cab, jabbing out the address

“y/n?”

you walked past her into the house and spinning to face,”listen chris and i didn’t do anything ok? that headline was bs, chris and i haven’t been anything since like 2008” you rush out explaining.

waiting for her reply she grabs the back of your neck instead and quickly kisses you, confused but choosing to kiss her back

“you literally came all the way to australia to explain, i know you’re telling the truth.”

squeezing your hip she brings you back into her

nails digging into your sides

“my room now.”

stumbling onto the large bed the back of your legs hitting the mattress

“maybe we can film a little video yeah? send it to evans, let him see you getting your back blowed.”

you mewl at her now aggressiveness and dirty talk, her accent deepening

“i’m gonna fuck you so bad pretty girl, i got something just for you hold on.” she lets go of you and disappears in her closet within seconds.

coming back with a strap in her hand and shirt off define chest and back

tugging on your tennis skirt,”such a little tease, take it off.”

slipping out of it as well as your top, quietly waiting for her next demand

“lay back for me sweet girl,”she sets the strap around her as you watch leaning on your elbows, already drooling

moaning when the tip bumps your folds, her hand interlocking with yours. head buried in your neck as she slowly pushes the strap in

“tell me if it hurts sweet girl,” you squeeze your eyes at the pain starting from the inches sinking into you.”got this just for you, i was supposed to fly you out soon and fuck you nice and gentle. but i reckon the circumstances are different now.”

you gasp when she snaps her hips up and lifts your leg to wrap around her waist, giving her the angle to go deeper inside you.

pain fading and pleasure taking over completely

hands on your hips with a bruising grip, the bed shaking lightly

“what if i called your little ex chris huh? let him hear how you sound getting fucked into MY mattress, let him hear you scream my name.”

you feel the coil in your stomach begging to snap and for release

“i-i’m gonna cum margot, fuck im so close.”

“then cum sweetheart, cum for me.”

you definitely do cum with a loud dragged out whine and clawing her back and leaving long scratch marks in your wake.

your vision covered by black dots

“enjoyed yourself sweetheart?”

you calm down your breathing and turn to her, taking her hand and kissing it.”so much,” you inch closer to her and bring her arm around you.”i would never do what he did to you.” you tell her softly

“never?”

“never.”

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Rain and Fire

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Plot:

Our Avenger Loki is here again! Sam and you had been teamed up with our favourite trickster to derive data from an old HYDRA base, and take it out.

Everything goes well, until the weather starts posing problems of its own. But as they say, some blessings come in (stormy) disguises!

Warnings: An annoying Sam, and maybe a cliché plot?

Read time: ~22mins

(I'm sorry, I went on scribbling, and had a hard time trying to pull the brakes!)

“How much farther is it?” Loki had to shout to get heard over the deafening sound of the wind and the rain.

“GPS says it’s 28 minutes away,” (Y/N) shouted back.

“Did no one check with the weather guy?” Sam sounded more pissed off than the Asgardian drama queen.

“Apparently, they did”, (Y/N) quipped “and they presumed that it would be the perfect day for a little romance with the bad guys.”

Sam, Loki and (Y/N) had successfully executed their mission, and had ever since been trying to reach the safehouse. The original plan was to have the Quinjet ready as soon as they gave the green signal. But with the recent twist in weather, there was no way that it could be deployed.

So, here they were now, trying to find their way to the safehouse which was a decent 15 kms away from the location of the mission. If exhaustion wasn't enough of a barrier, the storm definitely was, easily making their destination seem double the actual distance.

After seemingly a millenium, they reached what looked like the flimsiest buildings of all time.

“I’m not staying in there,” Loki declared as soon as he set eyes on it.

“Me neither,” Sam echoed the trickster’s thoughts.

“I’d rather stay out-”

(Y/N) never got to finish her line. A bright violet light filled the neighbourhood, instantly followed by an ear-splitting crack.

The close proximity of the thunderclap made her scream and jump involuntarily, only to earn a chuckle from Loki.

“What? I didn’t grow up with the God of Thunder!!” she snapped. “Okay, I-I’d rather die of that roof falling on me than be charred by another one of those.”

“There’s no way I’m goin’ in there!” Sam stood his ground.

Another crack shattered the air.

“Fine, I’ll accompany you. But only to make sure that you stay safe,” Sam stated nervously as he darted behind her into the house.

“Are you going to stay here and have a chat with your brother?” she looked over her shoulder, and shouted at Loki.

“Well,” he sighed, “guess I’m not really a fan of that either. So...” he shrugged.

“Yeah,” Sam smirked, “I know you’re dying to get inside,” he finished with a wink, earning a tight-lipped glare from the God.

Once inside the “safety” of the house, the three of them stared at their shelter for the night. If the roof falling in was what they were initially worried about, they were now concerned about being suffocated by the horrid smell engulfing the place.

“This is the filthiest safehouse that I’ve ever seen!” (Y/N) scoffed.

The floors were damp and creaky. Thin trails of water leaking from the edges of the ceilings had left their stains on the walls. The way the wind fought against the windows, it seemed unlikely that they would be able to sustain through the night. The wood in the fireplace was home for wild mushrooms. And a pungent smell of damp and rotting wood hung heavily in the air.

How the place had been holding itself over the years was a big mystery.

“Are you sure this is the one?” Sam looked at the place with disgust.

“You wanna cross-check? Feel free to do so,” she hissed. “What are you doing?”

Her attention was diverted by Loki who was staring at the fireplace intently, with one hand extended towards it. Just two seconds after the question, a blazing fire appeared out of nowhere.

“You’re welcome,” Loki offered a “benevolent” smile at his companions.

(Y/N)’s lips fought hard against a grin that threatened to spill out. She was not only grateful but was thoroughly impressed with Loki’s wide variety of skills. But feeding his already swollen ego was something that she preferred to refrain from.

This may also be fanned by the fact that she had been harbouring a steadily growing fondness for the God of Mischief. She hated to admit it even to herself; after all why encourage a dream that is eventually going to be crushed by reality? There was no way that he - a God, an Asgardian, someone with such refined tastes, an arrogant ass - would ever return her feelings.

So, instead, she decided to swallow all her feelings, and continue as co-workers. But are feelings actually that easy to swallow? Especially when you’re living everyday under the same roof?

“Yeah, thank God someone knows magic!” she rolled her eyes, and walked past him to examine the rest of the house.

“Oh, you don’t really have to thank me, mortal,” Loki grinned, and in the blink of an eye, he was completely dry as if he had never stepped out in the rain at all.

Once (Y/N) disappeared into the adjacent room, Sam nudged him in the ribs, and whispered, “Hey, care to use that same trick on me? By the way, that was one good move!”

“Don’t!” Loki raised a finger at him. “Either you stop your nonsense or I turn you into a goat! Your choice.”

“Well, I’m sure that’s not gonna impress her.”

“And why would I even try to do that?”

Sam simply gave him a sly smile and a you-can’t-fool-me look.

Loki’s ears had the faintest hint of red. “Alright, I have no idea what you’re talking about but hush. Now!”

“I will, if you just tell her.”

“Tell who what?” (Y/N)’s voice hit Loki like a whiplash out of the blue.

She eyed him up and down, and stated (more in frustration than in surprise), “You’re dry!”

For a few seconds, he stood frozen, scared that she might have heard more than what he’d like her to.

Sensing Loki’s comical state, Sam stepped forward, “Tell you!”

“Me?” Her eyebrows laced together in confusion.

“Yeah! He wanted to tell you how much he-” Sam’s words waltzed out of his mouth only to be stopped roughly by Loki’s loud voice.

“I DON’T THINK,” he noticed how he got her startled and instantly dropped his voice to a more polite range, “that’s how a lady should be...told.”

“Will any one of you sensible beings tell me what’s going on?” she was losing patience now.

And it wasn’t something to be blamed on her. They were exhausted from the mission, had to walk for over two hours in the storm, they were drenched and shivering, and what they got for shelter for the night was a rotting old house. The only food that they had were the few protein bars that she had packed while leaving the compound. When they’d receive any backup was absolutely uncertain.

“Well,” Loki responded with an uncharacteristically shaky voice, “I was suggesting that you could take the couch while Sam and I could rest in the other room.”

She narrowed her eyes and tilted her head. Was that all the fuss about? “Works for me, yeah. I’m sure any place here would be damp and filled with bugs.”

“That’s the point, actually. The couch can be moved near the fireplace, so you'll be warm,” Loki explained.

“Wow! You do care a lot about her comfort!” Sam exclaimed dramatically.

“That’s what a smart gentleman does, Sammy,” she defended Loki.

She defended him! Loki’s brain malfunctioned for a few seconds as it wondered if she really did compliment him or if she was simply pulling his leg. She was usually nice to him but when it came to shooting sarcasm and teaming up with others for a playful bully time, she seemed to quite enjoy her share.

“Well, good to see you two warm up,” Sam left the room with a sly smile, leaving both Loki and (Y/N) flustered.

Hardly a couple of seconds later, he returned. “Hey, use some of your witchcraft to dry me off?”

“No,” Loki deadpanned.

Sam shook his head and disappeared back into the room.

“Care to clean this bed?” His voice bellowed across the rooms.

“No,” the sorcerer shouted back.

(Y/N) chuckled at the banter. Surely, Sam had a way of pissing people off if he wanted to, and Loki was his latest toy.

Her amusement was replaced with awe as a green light appeared around her, and soon her dripping form was dry, just like Loki’s.

“I said I won’t do it for him,” he answered her silent question.

“Thank you,” she laughed at the silly way these two fought, “but y’know, I don’t think he should be left all drenched.”

“Maybe for another hour?”

“I know he pisses you off but...please? The house is already damp enough. Don’t want to add a walking piece of dampness to it,” she winked.

How could he refuse that face?

He sighed in defeat, “Fine! Just a few minutes more.”

She huffed and held her thumbs up at him.

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Loki wasn’t a man of his word but he did keep the promise that he made to (Y/N). Sam was lying flat on his back, still soaked, but snoring softly, when he used his magic on him. Additionally, he also used his talents to make sure that his side of the bed was clean while neatly avoiding Sam’s side.

It was almost 3 AM, but sleep seemed to have abandoned Loki for good. The thundering was but only another means to keep him tossing and turning on the hard mattress.

Just as he felt like he was finally drifting off, he heard murmuring and the clank of something light from the living room. Quietly, he stepped out of the room to check on (Y/N).

He found her standing behind the couch with her hands on her hips, her back towards him. The top half of her suit was lying on the back of the couch along with her tank top and the utility belt.

Loki gaped at her form with boyish wonder: her hair was pulled into a messy bun on the top of her head, a black sports bra covered her torso, giving her a feminine yet strong look, while the leggings from her suit elegantly hugged her curves. The glow of the fire gave her an aura that Loki could identify with only something divine.

Either he had wondered something aloud or she had sensed someone because she suddenly turned on her heels, and froze. A distinct red tinted her ears and cheeks as she stood enchanted by the fire dancing in those green eyes.

Loki was the first to snap out of the trance that the rain and the fire had conspired in the room. He cleared his throat and apologised.

“I...I heard some noise, and so...came in to make sure that you’re alright. I should have knocked,” he spoke with his gaze focused on the floor.

Had it been any other team member, perhaps she wouldn’t have been so uncomfortable. But somehow the man managed to pull out all the deepest feelings inside her. That was something really unnerving.

Her hands instinctively folded in front of her chest. Shifting on her feet, she stammered, “Well, it’s my fault actually. I thought you guys had dozed off. So...didn’t bother locking the door,” the last few words were muttered under her breath, more to herself than to Loki.

“What were you doing anyway? Are you alright?” his voice was laced with genuine concern. His eyes, however, fleeted between her face and the floor.

“Ugh...it’s this back pain. It’s getting worse and worse,” she grumbled while reaching into her bag that was perched atop the couch. “I was wrestling with this,” she waved an analgesic spray in her hand, “but I guess my arms aren’t in their best shape right now.”

This time Loki looked directly at her. He took a couple of slow steps towards her.

“May I?”

“Ya, sure,” she nodded with a blush, and turned around after handing him the can.

“Right here...and here,” she pointed towards the affected areas.

She held her breath as the spray seeped into her skin.

“I’d warned you to leave that big guy for me,” Loki spoke softly as he carried on with his ministrations.

“It was fun,” she huffed, “and he had pissed me off.”

“And what about this?” Loki handed her the can.

“Part of the job,” she said as she turned to face him. “Thank you!”

“Any time!” Loki smiled.

He smiled, which was unusual because he would always be found wearing a smirk or a devilish grin or an exaggerated simper.

The awkwardness was gone. But the air was heavy with something else. It was comfortable yet overwhelming.

Loki slowly leaned forward. Her breath hitched in her throat but she did not protest. Rather, something inside her refused to protest. She liked it but was equally scared.

What Loki did made her heart swell. He reached behind her to get her tank top. Handing it to her, he turned to face away from her.

As she slipped into the garment, she wondered how somebody so arrogant and smug could be so gentle. She wanted to scream as her feelings for him reached another menacing level.

“You may turn,” she couldn’t afford more than a whisper.

Loki was beautiful, she had always observed. But the flames did something to that face, to those eyes. He really looked like a God now - mesmerizing and powerful yet gentle and loving. She felt like, at that moment, there was no way one could associate him with the title of the ‘God of Mischief’.

“Get some sleep,” Loki interrupted her thoughts, causing her to blink, “Call me if you need anything.”

“Actually, I can never sleep through a thunderstorm,” she confessed.

She no longer bothered if he’d make fun of her because something inside her heart assured her that he wouldn't, that she could confide in him her worst fears and her fanciest dreams.

“Yes, it’s rather disturbing. I’m not fond of it either.”

“Really? And I thought that you’d be quite used to it.”

“I’m used to it, yes, but not a fan of it,” he explained with a smile.

“Right,” she nodded. ‘Idiot, me!’

“So...are you going to spend the night sitting here?” he asked.

“Guess I don’t have an option,” she shrugged.

“May I join you?” The words slipped out of his lips before he could rethink about it. “If you don’t mind, that is.”

“Why would I mind? I’d love your company. A company,” she quickly tried to cover her slip up. “Not that your company is bad. It’s quite good, actually.” She sighed heavily, “Sorry, it’s probably exhaustion. Just-”

He laughed softly. “That’s okay.”

She shifted her bag to a table, and plopped down on the couch, only to feel slightly embarrassed by her own action as she observed Loki sit down gently, in a way that could have only been taught in palaces.

A few minutes passed in silence. Not an uncomfortable silence where one feels the urge to fill the space with meaningless words, but a pleasant one. Loki noticed the way she winced at each clap of thunder that landed somewhere nearby.

“My brother can be really annoying at times,” he remarked.

“Hmm? Oh!” She laughed. ”We both know that’s not your brother.”

“I can tell you it is. He’s really irritating.”

Her smile faltered as her eyes narrowed, and Loki could tell that she was doubting herself. He simply raised his brows at her.

“Trickster!” She leaned forward to hit him playfully on the arm but quickly settled back as a jolt of pain seared through her back.

“Why don’t you lie down? I’ll be right here,” Loki had lost his humour, concern etched on his features, as he gently held her arm and helped her to get comfortable.

“It’s okay. I’ll be fine by morning,” she nodded lightly. “And I’m rather enjoying this...” she gestured between the two of them, “conversation. Unless you’d like to...” She pointed to the other room where Sam was peacefully sleeping through the storm. She wondered how.

‘’He snores a lot,” Loki scrunched his nose.

Damn! All (Y/N) wanted to do was to reach up and kiss the tip of his nose.

“Yes,” she chuckled, “and pisses you off, too!”

“That, too!”

She noticed the way Loki’s lips pursed and...was it her or was he really blushing?

This time the silence was indeed uncomfortable.

“Umm,” (Y/N) cleared her throat, “About all that teasing...actually...”

“I’m sorry, I-”

“I’m sorry, it’s all becau-”

The words vanished almost as quickly as they were uttered. Each person stared at the other, thoroughly confused.

“You...were saying?” She raised a hand towards Loki.

The words seemed to be caught in his throat. “No, you go ahead.”

“Okay,” she nodded nervously and gulped. Darting her tongue between her lips, she began what looked like a confession.

“I know that Sam has been getting on your nerves lately. Others, too. I know it’s really annoying.” Her gaze hardly moved away from the flames.

Loki shifted in his seat.

“I’m sorry, it’s because of me,” she confessed.

His brows knit together as he leaned slightly forward, curiosity reeling him in.

With a fleeting glance at him, she resumed, “I may have accidentally said something during our latest girls’ night out. I was drunk, and eventually, they got to that stupid part where they were discussing guys, and they cornered me, and I...” the words rushed out like a bullet train, eventually slowing down to a whisper, “might have...well I did...slip something out.”

“Like what?”

A narrow - very narrow - ray of hope cracked through his doubts.

She observed the suspicious way in which he eyed her.

“That...that’s classified! Until...you tell me why you apologised.”

“I didn’t!” Loki tried to keep a straight face.

“Liar! And that’s a really poor one coming from the God of Lies,” her laughter came out in wisps of warm breath.

Defeated, Loki looked at his lap where his hands were fiddling with each other.

“I thought...” His hesitation only fed her curiosity. “I thought it was because of something that I had...well...confided in Thor. And him being the big-mouth that he is, he’d probably bellowed it across the compound, although he keeps denying it.”

“And...what was it that you’d confided?”

“There’s no escaping this, is there?” Loki sighed. His ears were a bright red by now.

She smiled and shook her head. It was either the dancing flames or her eyes really did dance with playfulness and curiosity.

“Please don’t get me wrong. I respect you a lot. You...your thoughts, your talents...I never meant anyone to make fun of...” He was practically stumbling through his own thoughts.

“Loki,” she held his hands in hers, “it’s okay. I trust you. I know that you’d never do anything that would hurt me.”

The sincerity in her voice and the warmth of her hands gently brought him down on stable ground. He weighed his options between telling her the truth and covering it up with a well-devised lie.

He chose to go with the truth.

What could he lose? If he really knew her, she wouldn’t misunderstand him. She wouldn’t sever their friendship. There was nothing to lose here, really, except for what he had already lost to her.

Looking into those eyes that anchored him down to Midgard, he finally spoke, “I’d told him that I...that I like you. A lot.”

A barely audible gasp escaped her throat.

When she did not flinch, he got the courage to continue, “I’d told him that I think too much about you to be considered normal. Or something like that. That I’m beginning to like Midgard, all because of you. Well, mostly because of you.

I’d asked him if this was what he felt for Jane. And I’d asked him a way out of this because...I cannot live with this odd feeling swelling up in my chest every now and then. Nor can I lose you because of anything stupid that I might have said just now.”

Neither noticed when their hands had slipped into each other’s.

“You’re not offended, are you?” he asked cautiously, searching her eyes for any sign of anger or panic, but finding none. Instead they were glistening with moisture.

‘Did I make her cry now?’ he worried.

“Sounds like the God of Chaos is going through a pretty chaotic time himself,” she chuckled.

Loki couldn’t gauge her reaction. So, he simply stared at her, speechless, waiting for her to unveil the mystery.

“At the night out,” she intertwined her fingers with his, intentionally this time, “I’d said that if I ever had to go on a romantic mission with anyone, it’d be you. I like you, too. A lot! As in, damn! You boost my heart rate every now and then. Like, right now, my insides are doing somersaults,” she chuckled nervously.

Whether it was the happiness shining on her cheeks, or it was the faint rush of blood to her face as she finally confessed her feelings, or it was simply Loki’s love for her, he did not know. But to him, she seemed to be more attractive than ever before.

‘She likes me. She likes me back. She wants to go on a romantic mission with me. She-’

“Wait, what’s a romantic mission?” he wondered aloud.

(Y/N) laughed. “Oh, it’s just a silly made-up thing. Gibberish of the drunken minds! It’s like, umm..y’know, the kind of silly plots that they show in movies? Like, where the guy and the girl are forced to stay together for safety, and all those suppressed feelings of love come flowing out...”

“Like taking shelter in an abandoned, old, rickety house on a stormy night?” Loki smirked.

“I guess so. And like staying up all night in front of the fireplace, confessing their feelings for each other? Yes. Sounds like it,” she added.

“Maybe not a silly gibberish after all.”

“Maybe not.”

“Tell me,” Loki’s voice had almost drowned to a whisper, “what happens next? Do they kiss?”

His hand moved up to gently palm her cheek. A pleasant shiver ran through her as she leaned into his touch.

“Usually they do,” she barely heard her own voice as they leaned in.

“May I?” his question fanned her lips.

“Yes, please.”

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A buzz from his phone woke Sam up. Although it was pitch dark outside, the storm had ceased, leaving only a drizzle behind.

Not seeing Loki beside him, he tip-toed to the living room. The sight that he saw pulled a satisfied grin across his face.

He pulled out his phone to see the missed call, and dialled back.

“Hey Tony,” he whispered after a few seconds, “Yeah, thanks. I’ll tell them...Yep, they’re doing great. Just great! Tell the team to keep their bucks ready...Yeah, I won the bet. Oh, and tell Thor that it worked perfectly! The guy deserves a big treat.”

Putting the phone back in his pocket, he went back to bed with a large grin.

‘They’ll know when the Quinjet arrives’, he thought to himself as he turned on his side.

It was then that he noticed how clean the other side of the bed was. Although he wanted to give the sorcerer a piece of his mind, he decided against it.

‘Let them have their moment’, he thought. After all, the entire team had been waiting for this exact moment!

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In the living room, oblivious to the weather outside, oblivious to Sam and his almost-interruption, Loki and (Y/N) were lost in each other.

Since the moment that their lips had connected, the world outside had become a blur, a muffled lullaby. The rain and the fire that had been witnessing them through the night, were now reflected in their kiss.

They had been looking for a home, and they had now found one when, ironically, they were forced under the roof of an old decaying house.

Loki had one hand on the nape of her neck and the other around her waist, wrapping himself as tight as possible around her. He felt like he had been thirsty for thousands of years, and had finally found water. He wasn’t letting her go. Never.

(Y/N) was seated on his lap, her legs wrapped around his slender waist, just like Loki had imagined when he had pulled her on top of him. Her hands now explored his chest and the night hidden in his hair.

They had waited for long, pined for long and now, at long last, they were on the same page. Nothing else mattered.

A whirring sound, gradually nearing the shelter, woke them up from their frenzy. It was the Quinjet, they realised with much disappointment.

“Damn!” (Y/N) breathed.

“I’d like to court you properly,” Loki whispered on her lips, his breathing erratic and heavy. “Will you allow me to?”

She rested her forehead on his, their eyes still shut.

“Of course, I will!” She whispered back, panting just as much as him. “Just for the record, you’ve already won my heart.”

A smile touched his lips. He opened his eyes. “And you have mine.”

“Ahem!”

Startled, their heads shot towards the source of the noise.

Sam was leaning on the doorframe that led to the inner room. Smugness dripped from his smile.

“Sorry to interrupt but we gotta go.”

(Y/N) jumped off Loki’s lap, and landed on the floor rather awkwardly. Loki was standing beside her in a split second. They both looked like deers caught in the headlights.

“We...uhh...it was...um...we just...” (Y/N) scratched her brain for a random explanation. Just anything!

“Were making out,” Sam grinned. “I know. I came in before to tell you that back up was on its way here, but...didn’t think it’d be appropriate to disturb you two.”

The new couple’s faces were as red as tomatoes.

“That’s okay, we’ve all been waiting for this. The way you two looked at one another...it’s a surprise that we had to wait for so long! Now, chop chop! The jet’s not gonna wait for us all night!”

As Sam walked towards the front door, Loki and (Y/N) glanced at one another.

“Let’s continue this at the compound, shall we?” Loki smirked.

“Most definitely!” she grinned.

With a chaste kiss, they gathered their belongings, and jogged towards the jet hand-in-hand, hearts racing at the prospect of the new chapter that just got started.

“Someone’s got spring in their steps,” Natasha called as they both stepped inside the jet.

“Just take us home,” (Y/N) blushed.

“That impatient? Fine!”

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holdmytesseract · 6 months

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The Equation of Love

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x Y/N feat. Ella & Narfi

Summary: When fears and doubts overcome Loki and he starts to question a lot of things, you are his safe haven he can return to.

Warnings: fluff! a lot of fluff! a bit angst, tears, small 'hints' and 'references' to Ep. 6 - but no spoilers

Word Count: 1,8k

a/n: This story is me, trying to cope with the season finale. I don't know why, but my mind just led me here. To this universe. ❤️‍🩹

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There was nothing. Just silence. No birds singing their songs, nor crickets chirping in the crisp air of the night. No loud voices, car horns or crying babies. Nothing. It was just Loki, his steaming cup of tea and the rising sun above New York City.

Peace... That was what he felt.

The god smiled; tired but happy eyes gazing out of the window to watch the sun replace the moon. Messy curls, tousled by sleep hung in his face. The hem of his green and black checked sleep trousers hung low, but comfortable snugly around his hips.

He wiggled his toes in his slippers; feeling the warmth of the fluffy socks he wore.

Loki took a deep breath - and a sip of his tea. His restless head had ripped him out of sleep; kind of forced him to get up. Sometimes, his mind could wander to very dark places. Especially at night. And he knew exactly that it was not good at all, but... Escaping the claws of your own fears and doubts wasn't easy. A battle the most people might already lose before it even started - and Loki was certainly one of them.

This is the here and now, Loki, he told himself. This is your present. Your future. Y/N and the kids are your future. You found your glorious purpose. Your place in the universe. This is exactly where you need and want to be. Don't revel in the past. It's history. Just a written chapter in the story of your life. Just a-

In order to silence the million voices in his head, he made himself a cup of tea, decided to watch the sunset and think about all the good things in his life... You. Ella. Little Narfi. His brother. His parents. The second chance life - and especially you gave him...

It was a tough process, but through the years, the god learned how to let the good thoughts overweight the bad ones. Nevertheless, was it a cruel battle every time.

"Daddy?"

The god ripped his eyes open at the call of the term that never failed to give him chills and causes his heart to beat just a little bit faster. Within the blink of an eye, he turned around; away from the large window pane in the living room - only to be greeted by the frame of his daughter. She was tiredly rubbing her eyes; cuddle blankie held by her in a death grip.

"Ella?" Loki said with a slight surprised voice; immediately magicked away his mug and squatted down to be on eye-level with the seven-year-old. "Princess, why are you awake?" "Wanted to cuddle you, but you were not there, so I looked for you." She slurred; voice thick with sleep. Ella had slept in yours and his bed tonight, because of a nightmare which had plagued her...

Loki’s heart jumped at the little girl's words; eyebrows slanting. "Oh no... Apologies, sweetheart. Daddy just... needed a moment to think." She yawned. "Think? About wha'?" He shook his head and opened his arms. "Nothing you should worry about, princess. Come here." Ella smiled almost deliriously, before she slurped into Loki's awaiting arms and cuddled against her father. He wrapped her up in a tight embrace; gently lifting her off of the group. Ella slung her legs around his back; even deepening the hug. "Love you, daddy."

Loki smiled; his heart pumping pure love through his veins. "I love you, too, princess."

He pressed a soft kiss against the crown of the girl's head and just held her.

Soon enough her grip on him slackened; legs no longer wound around his torso, but rather dangling loosely at his sides. Soft snores and deep, even breathes signalled the god that Ella had fallen asleep again... In his arms. His smile even widened, as he kissed the top of her head again; identical raven curls tickling his lips. His... She was his. One of the good things he accomplished in his life.

He smiled. "My love..."

Loki redirected his gaze on the rising sun again. It was almost over. The night was barely hanging on - just like the dark cloud above his head.

The god kept his gaze glued on the breathtaking skyline; totally lost in his thoughts once again. That was until he felt a pair of warm, familiar palms gliding over the small of his bare back and settling on his sides.

You pressed your chest gently against his muscular back and pressed soft kisses onto the skin of his shoulder blades; your lips leaving a tickling, sizzling sensation behind. It was magical.

He chuckled. "Well... Our princess came to look after me, too. She wanted to cuddle - and just slept in in my arms." Loki felt your lips on his skin again - and he could swear that you were smiling. "Thought so... My sweet daddy's girl." You whispered; lifting a hand to run your fingers gently through her loose, wild raven curls, as her head was resting on Loki's shoulder.

"What are you doing here, babe? This early on a Sunday morning?" You felt how he took a deep breath. "Thinking. And you?" You pressed your cheek against his bare skin; inhaling his scent. Home. He smelt like home.

"I just finished nursing our baby boy, and then decided to look where my husband and daughter vanished... The bed is way too big without you. And cold." Loki’s heart fluttered, before it felt like exploding - a firework of oxytocin and love.

A pleasant silence settled over the both of you for quite a few moments, in which you relished in closeness of the other.

"What's on your brilliant mind, huh?" Loki didn't answer you; only swallowed hard. And he did not have to say a single word to you. The sudden tension which built within his body was enough for you to tell what was going on.

You and Loki were in no need of words to communicate.

"I see... The clutches of your past wound themselves around you once more... Am I right?"

You heard your husband sigh deeply. "It's not just that, darling." "What else? Do you wish to talk about it?"

"The what if, darling."

The god stepped out of your hug and walked over to the sofa, on which he laid down Ella. He made sure that she was comfortable and draped a blanket over her, in order to keep her warm.

Then he returned to you; a longing look on his face. You welcomed him with open arms - and your husband didn’t hesitate for a moment; immediately sinking into your embrace and touch. You just held him with your hand buried in the soft raven curls on the back of his head. "What is bothering you, my love, if not the past?" You whispered and placed a sweet, reassuring kiss on the side of his neck. Loki needed another moment, before he answered you.

"The what if?" "Yes." You pulled back from the hug, just enough to look into his stunning, but tears clouded eyes; awaiting his further explanation. "What if... What if I've never been given a second chance? Here, on earth, to prove myself worthy of the mercy I received? What if I've never met you? What if you would've never given me a chance? What if... What if Thanos would've been successful?" He swallowed hard. "What would have happen to me? Where would my place in the universe be? Without you, Ella and Narfi... Where do I belong?"

You listened to his every word, patiently. His worries and fears send a jolt of pain through your heart; causing your expression to change. With furrowed eyebrows and tears in your eyes, you looked up to Loki. "Oh, my love..." You said; starting to gently comb your fingers through his long hair. "I wish I could give you an answer to all those questions, but... I'm afraid I can't. I understand why you are asking yourself this, though. Life has been not always very kind to you and left you standing more than just once at the abyss - and wherever your path may have led you without all the things that happened between us... Know that we were always destined to be. There's no version, no outcome of this - of our story, where we wouldn't have ended up together." You softly smiled at him through tears; lifting your other hand to cup his cheek.

"Besides, you are free now, my love. Free to make your own choices. No mind control. No one who decides for you. This..." You gestured around yourself. "Me, Ella and Narfi... This is yours. The story you've written and still writing. This is your story, Loki."

A few tears rolled down the god's cheeks; a breathless chuckle left his lips. "You... You truly think that, darling?" You couldn't help but smile even wider; your thumb gently wiping away his tears. "Know so." You whispered, before you leaned in and captured your husband's lips in a tender, almost feather-light kiss. "I am convinced that in every possible timeline, every parallel universe - if something like that exists, we are exactly where we belong... Together."

The god answered nothing, was too overwhelmed by your beautiful words and all the thoughts and feelings coursing through his mind and body. Instead, he dropped his forehead to rest on your shoulder; tears soaking into the fabric of your comfortable sleep shirt and hands holding onto your body for dear life. You let him cry; comforting him as best as you could.

You didn't know how much time had passed; how long you were standing there with Loki wrapped up in your arms, but at some point you decided to leaven the situation a bit. Once more wandered your hand into his wild locks. "You still here with me, baby?" All that you got was a low grunt. You giggled; twirling a strand of his curls around your finger. "Have I rendered you speechless, my love? Silver-tongue turned to lead?"

Loki couldn't suppress the small giggle, which bubbled up within his throat at your sentence. "N-No..." He lifted his head again; smiling, with dried tears on his cheeks and slightly red and puffy eyes. "I-I just... Your words touched me deeply. Thank you. Thank you for your advice. For your love. For being mine - and for giving me all this. A life, children... A purpose." This time, you were the one who didn't give him an answer. You pulled him in another kiss; letting him feel all the love you could give.

"I love you, Loki. Always have. Always will." Loki took your hands in his; fingers intertwining. "I love you, too. I just can't grasp all this sometimes. My mind needs a reminder from time to time that this is truly the reality." You squeezed his hands. "I know - and I'm here to remind your mind, because you deserve this... Happiness."

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dawn-petrichor-world · 2 years

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Kip aka Half-sack aka Prospect.

Summary: He didn't cheat on you but the betrayal breaks you.

No warning. It's only a hurting text.

510 words not proofread.

A few days after you had a breakup with a biker, again, keeping your distance and hardly trying to not punch him, Prospect waiting for you next to the bar, a beer in one hand and the other on his thigh. Only two of you are in the club, The Sons are out for business since the morning.Even if you want you can't avoid him for eternity.You sit in from of him, see several corpses of bottles and put your sight on him.

"I miss you" he starts to say.

Annoyed to have a conversation with him seconds ago, rage is gripping you and pulsing through your veins. Your jaw is contracting as well as your hands, your heart pounding faster in your chest and your breath is accelerating.

He stares at you, sadness and love in his eyes, and you judge to tamp down your irritation. He tries to say something, but he knows you and he has to find the word to calm you down.

"I didn't want to hurt you"

You choke/hide a sarcastic laugh and arch an eyebrow, but he continues

"The night you through that door I instantly fell in love, I was so attracted to you, I wanted to know you. But I discovered you knew this place, this people and have a story with Jax Teller and those reasons stressed me out, but you did the first step."

"You ended it and stepped with someone else"

Tapping away on the bar and rolling your eyes while he explains to you he's a biker, a prospect and had to do dirty works. Being with an angel who never takes drugs, uses a gun, until THIS day, it was hard for him. When you talked about him, with him there was love in your eyes and always a smile on your face. He didn't want to lose that if you knew about whom he really is.

"So, if I hear you well, it's my fault. My ''perfection" was the problem and this is why you cheated on me" you clarify.

"I didn't" he rectifies.

"You damn right had the brain never sleep with her," you stand and smash on that bar.

"Because you would lose for sure your half-sack title, you spent time and shared your secrets with her instead of your girlfriend, and you still trust her more than me. You had your head laying on that bitch's lap and her fingers were running through your hair." You add with anger you tried to contain.

He is too stunned to talk, he faces someone else who's totally broken.

His excuses are unacceptable.

Walking back and forth in the bar you could crack the floor and after several km, you feel now overwhelmed, your eyes are full of tears, your voice literally shatters during the speech. The feelings of betrayal, sadness, anger are readable in your body language.

It's been years since the day you came back to Charming and months since you had shared a sweet kiss with Kip Epps.

Thanks for reading my first text in English and really hope you liked it. My Masterlist.

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allisonbaelfire · 3 years

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The One that was once Mine

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean was now on his own again and got lost while driving at night, where he met another hunter. Y/N Kyle. She was a famous vampire hunter, but more of a myth as no one had ever seen or really knew her. Who was she and could he trust her?

Chapter Summary: Dean and Sam had an argument, which is why Sam decided to be alone for a while. Dean got lost because Sammy was actually the one who always said where to go. When he wanted to look at the map, he noticed a woman covered in blood.

Words: 1,810

Authors Note: Summerbreak is over Ladies and Gentleman, I’m back.

This is an Supernatural AU! This story isn’t based on special season, but it still happens in the beginning before the angels came.

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Now:

“You’ve a place in my heart no one else ever could’ve.”

Dean looked at the tombstone and placed a red rose under the picture, the woman who still occupied his heart even after her death. Dean tried to suppress his tears when he saw the picture on the stone. He took a deep breath and turned around, he couldn’t look at the tombstone without his heart bleeding inside.

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Then:

Dean and Sam had an argument that broke the barrel for Sam. When he saw a bus stop, he brought Dean and his Impala to stop and got out of the car with his things.

“Oh Sammy, come on.” Dean lifted his arms up as his younger brother was about to leave. “Where do you want to go? Just take a god damn Bus and take off?”

Sam stopped and took a deep breath. "Anywhere." He turned and looked at Dean. Sam was tired. "I need some time out, I have to think."

Dean didn't know what to do, on one side he understood his brother, Sam emphasized often how tired he was of hunting and he was still so young. Dean has always wished that he could live a different life but on the other side, their father had disappeared, there was no time for a break. It made Dean angry to see how selfish Sam was.

Dean shook his head. “Just go.”

Sam let his head down a bit. There was no point in arguing with his big brother, it never was. Before Sam could even raise his arm to say goodbye, Dean said "I'll find you when I need you", then he turned around and drove off with the Impala. Dean looked in the rearview mirror and saw Sam getting into the bus.

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He was very worried about Sam. He was afraid of losing his brother too, now were his father was nowhere to be found. But he was also angry, angry that Sam just left him by himself.

Dean tried to distract himself and turned on his favorite AC/DC CD, The Razors Edge. He wanted to sing along, but he couldn't get out more than a mumble. He was thinking too much.

Dean wasn’t used to drive alone anymore, usually Sam told him where the next stop was and through his thoughts he wasn't really paying attention to where he was going. He was lost. Dean stopped at the side of the road, got out of the car, and went to the trunk.

He looked for the map but couldn't find it. "God damn it!" he slammed the trunk shut.

“You freakin’ vampires, I’ll kill all of you!”

A woman's voice that sounded so tender despite being angry caught Dean's attention. It took him a moment. "Vampires"?

The voice wasn't far away. Dean went back to his trunk, got his knife and two pistols and decided to look for the woman.

But she was faster. What initially looked like a speeding shadow, quickly turned into a woman covered in blood, with a long knife in her left hand, that Dean had never seen before.

“In the car, hurry!” She shouted.

Dean couldn't move, the situation was confusing him. She walked past him and got behind the wheel of his car.

“In the car now, or I’ll drive off.”

Dean jumped over his cowling to get into the passenger seat. As soon as he saw it in his own car, the unknown woman drove off with screeching tires.

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“What the hell, Lady?”

Dean finally found words again. It almost hurt him seeing how the unknown woman next to him drove his baby, and how she smeared his steering wheel with blood. Also, it was very strange for him to sit in the passenger seat.

She didn't say a word, which confused Dean and also angered him. Still, he looked at her to see if it was her blood or someone else's.

“Are you okay?” He asked in a softer tone.

She nodded. “I didn’t mean to scare you, or steal your car for that matter.”

She had a soft and warm voice, but Dean noticed that she was still very stressed.

“You know where you’re going?”

She grinned slightly, she tried so hard to get them both as far away as possible, that she hadn't given it any thought where to go next.

She shook her head. “Nope, do you’ve a map?” She looked at him.

It was the first time that he could really see her, even when it was dark, there was something beautiful about her silhouette.

Dean looked at her a bit too long to really see something, "so?" she asked. Dean was glad that it was dark, he felt that it was dark, he grinned because he felt caught out.

“Usually, I’m the driver and my brother shows me the way, so I have no idea where he put the map.” He replied.

“Maybe its right in front of you.” She spoke.

It took Dean a minute, the he opened the compartment in the dashboard. “Damn it, Sammy.”

She chuckled a little. “So where’s the next motel?”

“30 km straight ahead and then left.”

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By the time they got to the motel it was past midnight.

“I don’t know if we’ll get a room here.” Dean said as he looked around. “Looks tiny and dark.”

“You can have my blanket, if you need to hide under it.” She replied while looking around to find out where to check in.

“I’m not afraid.”

“Yup.” Then she glided past him.

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“Hey, we need two rooms.”

“Separated rooms.” Dean insisted on making that clear while faking a smile.

The woman standing in front of the two was paralyzed when she saw them both in front of her. She wondered why they needed a room so late and why she was covered in blood. But she also thought it would be better not to ask questions, she ran a motel, and strange characters appeared often.

“We- we only have one more room le-left.” She replied while trying not to stare at them.

“Fine.” Dean rolled his eyes, while the Motel Dame gave him the keys.”We’ll leave tomorrow, don’t worry.”He smiled.

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Dean opened the door to the motel room and the unknown woman, of whom he still didn't know the name, strolled in first.

“One bed, I probably should shower first.” She joked as she looked around. “You can have-”

Dean closed the door behind him. He pulled out his colt and the second he tried to unlock it, she turned around in a flash and pointed a knife at his neck.

“Ah-ah, I wouldn’t do such stupid things if I were you.” She spoke soft as his green eyes starred at her’s trying to figure out what was going on. “You’re Dean Winchester, I should’ve known by the Impala but I was to distracted-” She locked her eyes with his and noticed tiny specks of yellow, “to safe your ass.”

He tried not to swallow while the knife was so close to his throat. “I think my Baby and I saved you. Who the hell are you?” Dean managed to hold his knife to her ribs unnoticed.” He looked mischievously at his knife, he wanted her to notice.

Dean’s effort amused her, “My name is Y/N, Y/N Kyle.” She took a few steps away from Dean.

“The Vampire hunter.” He remembered.

Sam had told Dean that he heard of a rumor, a rumor that made the rounds around hunters for a long time, a woman who was digging out vampire nests all by herself and she was very successfully.

“If you don't want your famous Winchester hand to be missing a finger, I would recommend you put the knife back, slowly.” Y/N had a menacing undertone while she put her knife on the bedside table.

Dean thought she would be reckless for a hunter to turn her back on him like that. But maybe he was the reckless one all along.

“I can’t believe this.” He mumbled and put the knife back.

He would always help someone in need, that’s just what he does and it was the middle of the night when he heard her, but she clearly said vampires. How couldn’t he have noticed that she was a Hunter? And what's more, it could have been a trap, it could still be a trap he didn’t saw any Vampire.

“You don’t trust me.” She could tell by his body language. “Chill, if I wanted you dead, you’d be.” Y/N gave him a soft smile.

Dean lifted the corner of his mouth sarcastically. He thought about leaving Y/N here, she was safe and she was right, Dean didn't trust her. He could just get in the Impala and drive on.

“You won’t drive,”

Dean tilted his head slightly, could she now read thoughts and how could she say something like that? She didn't know him.

He crossed his arms. “-What? Why wouldn’t I?” Y/N triggered something in him but Dean didn't know what it was.

Y/N pulled off her shirt. She couldn't stand the smell of blood and sweat for a second longer. Dean turned around when he saw that she was undressing, but she still hadn't answered his question.

“Because it’s the middle of the night, you’ve nowhere else to go and besides that you’re alone and a not so un-famous hunter. Every monster will be after you when they notice you’re on your own.” Dean raised his eyebrows. “Besides that you’re curious why I ran.” She pointed out.

Y/N noticed that Dean felt uncomfortable when he ran his hands through his hair. She sometimes forgot that she could be intimidating when she analyzed people, she often did so unconsciously, especially after another mission when she was not around any other humans for a long time.

“I have nothing to wear, my car is about 80 km away. I can take a bus tomorrow but it would be nice, if you could lend me a shirt and let me take a shower now.”

Y/N tried to sound nice, where Dean also saw that she was exhausted. “Sure, I’ll get my stuff, I’ll take the key with me but I’ll knock twice before I come in.” He wanted to make sure that Y/N could feel safe, he thought maybe she could use that.

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Dean went to his Impala, he sighed. He was clearly overwhelmed by today. Still worried about where Sam might be, he opened his car, got his stuff from the backseat and locked the car again.

Y/N had a point, he wouldn’t drive away just like that. Y/N was right about the things she said but Dean thought that not only was he alone, she was too and who knows what she had to go through today.

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I hope you liked the first part of The One that was once Mine, please leave a small comment, it’d make my day. :)

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indigomarina · 3 years

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Put some characters in a story generator, here it is:

Vile Demon

A Screenplay by Yanderemarina

INT. A SWEET SHOP - AFTERNOON

Gentle magical girl LADY SAYAKA MIKI is arguing with friendly angel DARK PITTOO PIT. SAYAKA tries to hug PITTOO but he shakes her off.

SAYAKA: Please Pittoo, don't leave me.

PITTOO: I'm sorry Sayaka, but I'm looking for somebody a bit more brave. Somebody who faces her fears head on, instead of running away.

SAYAKA: I am such a person!

PITTOO frowns.

PITTOO: I'm sorry, Sayaka. I just don't feel excited by this relationship anymore.

PITTOO leaves.

SAYAKA sits down, looking defeated.

Moments later, virtuous shopkeeper COUSIN PIP PIRRUP barges in looking flustered.

SAYAKA: Goodness, Pip! Is everything okay?

PIP: I'm afraid not.

SAYAKA: What is it? Don't keep me in suspense...

PIP: It's ... a demon ... I saw an evil demon frighten a bunch of children!

SAYAKA: Defenseless children?

PIP: Yes, defenseless children!

SAYAKA: Bloomin' heck, Pip! We've got to do something.

PIP: I agree, but I wouldn't know where to start.

SAYAKA: You can start by telling me where this happened.

PIP: I was...

PIP fans himself and begins to wheeze.

SAYAKA: Focus Pip, focus! Where did it happen?

PIP: a supermarket! That's right - a supermarket!

SAYAKA springs up and begins to run.

EXT. A ROAD - CONTINUOUS

SAYAKA rushes along the street, followed by PIP. They take a short cut through some back gardens, jumping fences along the way.

EXT. A SUPERMARKET - SHORTLY AFTER

HOMURA AKECHI, a vile demon, terrorises two children.

SAYAKA, closely followed by PIP, rushes towards HOMURA, but suddenly stops in her tracks.

PIP: What is is? What's the matter?

SAYAKA: That's not just any old demon, that's Homura Akemi!

PIP: Who's Homura Akemi?

SAYAKA: Who's Homura Akemi? Who's Homura Akemi? Only the most vile demon in the universe!

PIP: Blinkin' knickers, Sayaka! We're going to need some help if we're going to stop the most vile demon in the universe!

SAYAKA: You can say that again.

PIP: Blinkin' knickers, Sayaka! We're going to need some help if we're going to stop the most vile demon in the universe!

SAYAKA: I'm going to need swords, lots of swords.

Homura turns and sees Sayaka and Pip. She grins an evil grin.

HOMURA: Sayaka Miki, we meet again.

PIP: You've met?

SAYAKA: Yes. It was a long, long time ago...

EXT. A PARK - BACK IN TIME

A young SAYAKA is sitting in a park listening to some pop music, when suddenly a dark shadow casts over her.

She looks up and sees HOMURA. She takes off her headphones.

HOMURA: Would you like some cookies?

SAYAKA's eyes light up, but then he studies HOMURA more closely, and looks uneasy.

SAYAKA: I don't know, you look kind of vile.

HOMURA: Me? No. I'm not vile. I'm the least vile demon in the world.

SAYAKA: Wait, you're a demon?

SAYAKA runs away, screaming.

EXT. A SUPERMARKET - PRESENT DAY

HOMURA: You were a coward then, and you are a coward now.

PIP (To SAYAKA): You ran away?

SAYAKA (To PIP): I was a young child. What was I supposed to do?

SAYAKA turns to HOMURA.

SAYAKA: I may have run away from you then, but I won't run away this time!

SAYAKA runs away.

She turns back and shouts.

SAYAKA: I mean, I am running away, but I'll be back - with swords.

HOMURA: I'm not scared of you.

SAYAKA: You should be.

INT. HAMSTEAD HEATH, LONDON - LATER THAT DAY

SAYAKA and PIP walk around searching for something.

SAYAKA: I feel sure I left my swords somewhere around here.

PIP: Are you sure? It does seem like an odd place to keep deadly swords.

SAYAKA: You know nothing Pip Pirrup.

PIP: We've been searching for ages. I really don't think they're here.

Suddenly, HOMURA appears, holding a pair of swords.

HOMURA: Looking for something?

PIP: Crikey, Sayaka, she's got your swords.

SAYAKA: Tell me something I don't already know!

PIP: The earth's circumference at the equator is about 40,075 km.

SAYAKA: I know that already!

PIP: I'm afraid of sausages.

HOMURA(appalled): Dude!

While HOMURA is looking at PIP with disgust, SAYAKA lunges forward and grabs her deadly swords. He wields them, triumphantly.

SAYAKA: Prepare to die, you vile carrot!

HOMURA: No please! All I did was frighten a bunch of children!

PITTOO enters, unseen by any of the others.

SAYAKA: I cannot tolerate that kind of behaviour! Those children were defenceless! Well now they have a defender - and that's me! Sayaka Miki defender of innocent children.

HOMURA: Don't hurt me! Please!

SAYAKA: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't use these swords on you right away!

HOMURA: Because Sayaka, I am your mother.

SAYAKA looks stunned for a few moments, but then collects herself.

SAYAKA: No you're not!

HOMURA: Ah well, it had to be worth a try.

HOMURA tries to grab the swords but SAYAKA dodges out of the way.

SAYAKA: Who's the mummy now? Huh? Huh?

Unexpectedly, HOMURA slumps to the ground.

PIP: Did she just faint?

SAYAKA: Did she just faint?

SAYAKA: I think so. Well that's disappointing. I was rather hoping for a more dramatic conclusion, involving my deadly swords.

SAYAKA crouches over HOMURA's body.

PIP: Be careful, Sayaka. It could be a trick.

SAYAKA: No, it's not a trick. It appears that... It would seem... Homura Akemi is dead!

Pip: What?

SAYAKA:Yes, it appears that I scared her to death.

PIP claps his hands.

PIP: So your swords did save the day, after all.

PITTOO steps forward.

PITTOO: Is it true? Did you kill the vile demon?

SAYAKA: Pittoo how long have you been...?

PITTOO puts his arm around SAYAKA.

PITTOO: Long enough.

SAYAKA: Then you saw it for yourself. I killed Homura Akemi.

PITTOO: Then the children are safe?

SAYAKA: It does seem that way!

A crowd of vulnerable children enter, looking relived.

PITTOO: You are their hero.

The children bow to SAYAKA.

SAYAKA: There is no need to bow to me. I seek no worship. The knowledge that Homura Akemi will never frighten children ever again, is enough for me.

PITTOO: You are humble as well as brave!

One of the children passes SAYAKA a mystical necklace

PITTOO: I think they want you to have it, as a symbol of their gratitude.

SAYAKA: I couldn't possibly.

Pause.

SAYAKA: Well, if you insist.

SAYAKA takes the necklace.

SAYAKA: Thank you.

The children bow their heads once more, and leave.

SAYAKA turns to PITTOO.

SAYAKA: Does this mean you want me back?

PITTOO: Oh, Sayaka, of course I want you back!

SAYAKA smiles for a few seconds, but then looks defiant.

SAYAKA: Well you can't have me.

PITTOO: WHAT?

SAYAKA: You had no faith in me. You had to see my scare a demon to death before you would believe in me. I don't want a lover like that.

PITTOO: But...

SAYAKA: Please leave. I want to spend time with the one person who stayed with me through thick and thin - my best friend, Pip.

PIP grins.

PITTOO: But...

PIP: You heard the lady. Now be off with you. Skidaddle! Shoo!

PITTOO: Sayaka?

SAYAKA: I'm sorry Pittoo, but I think you should skidaddle.

PITTOO leaves.

PIP turns to SAYAKA.

PIP: Did you mean that? You know ... that I'm your best friend?

SAYAKA: Of course you are!

The two walk off arm in arm.

Suddenly PIP stops.

PIP: When I said I'm afraid of sausages, you know I was just trying to distract the demon don't you?

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Never Break the Chain Pt. 4

Part 4 of 5

Characters: Javier Peña x OFC

Summary: Esme is left with the harsh reality of her feelings with Javi and what loving him means. Lead by her heart and her gut she leaps into action to try to secure her hopes of having a future with him. But in their line of work, things can take a turn for the worse in a second.

Warnings/Tags: Injury. Canon Typical Violence. Life or Death.

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To hold herself together in times of distress Esme had to fall apart from time to time when she was alone. Tonight was going to be one of those times. She secluded away in her small hideaway in the mountains. She had always enjoyed her own company, knowing the difference between being alone and being lonely, but the latter was heavy on her back as she sat red-eyed on the bed, looking out the plantation shuttered double doors in her bedroom.

Her mind couldn’t decide if talking to Javi had been a mistake or not. She felt every buried emotion in a rush that left her a sloppy, blotchy mess. There was no one around for kilometers to hear her, so she let it all out. The rosary she’d mentioned to Javi was occupying her hands as she bounced her legs, full of anxious energy.

Before, the consequences of knowing Javi were something she could deflect, although the coincidence of knowing a cop from over four thousand km away from her childhood would be a hard sell, she hadn’t worried drastically about it. The more intricate reality of how she felt about him was what she was wrestling with. The fact that she had seen him, touched him, talked to him were no longer what ifs’ or fantasies but hard facts. The fact she was struggling with most intensely was that she was still very much in love with him. Before he was a memory, a myth, a story to be told over drinks. He was now the man in the next town over, sharing her same sentiment in both love and life. They weren’t kids anymore, he’d been right about that. Which meant seeing their lives for what they were in the harsh light of day and not through rose-colored glasses. Where they had wanted to be was no longer a thing to strive for, it’d become a prison of their own making.

She didn’t know if it was her body getting worn or the years of repressed emotions that made her feel so damned exhausted. The thought of going back into the den of the same men that wanted her one love dead suddenly wasn’t as easy to sit with. There were real consequences now. For both of them.

Perhaps it was paranoia, but it’s kept her alive this long. She had her bug-out bag by the bed, rosary wrapped around her wrist, and slept with her shoes on. She rubbed the wooden beads like a worry stone; even though she hadn’t been sure what she believed in for many years. Especially not after the things she’d seen, or the things she’d done. There was a strange comfort knowing Javi had a similar sort of experience. Even if she wouldn’t have wished it on anyone. Maybe he would understand. Maybe he was just as tired as she was. Maybe… she had some hope for a future. She had to talk to him again. This time with a purpose, to ask him to leave with her instead of abandoning him again.

———

As she had following every breakdown, she’d dusted herself off and got back to it the next morning.

In a dress and heels that said, ‘Don't fucking question me.’ She walked into the stone-columned entryway in a powerful man's home. It was a nice morning, not a trace of her collapse the night before remained on her face. She sat poised, with understated jewels glinting in the sun. Yet, her favorite accessories were hidden in places the sun wouldn’t hit, those were her weapons.

She had been establishing herself to get to this client, networking, and performing feats to gain trust in a trust-less circle. Playing it cool, she kept her face set into a lovely neutral but curious. It was a grand promise of cash. She found herself in the right spot for the rule as old as time; supply and demand. If she could seize the articles that had been taken from their owners, she would be compensated with a bigger payday than she’d ever encountered. The sentimentality of the pieces, the danger in the retraction, and the previous failures of those that had come before her secured the pay to be something someone like her could not resist.

“They were in my family... generations ago… before their family decided to fuck over mine we were joined by marriage, then by blood. We have not been able to get them through legal or... other means. But you, Estelle, I believe you have a chance to be successful.”

It was flattering but she was already decided by her motives. Enough money to run. And far. Not to mention a comfortable life on the other side when she sold what she’d accumulated over the years and combined with her savings. She’d played it smart the last few years and pulled the plug on the extravagant lifestyle that had beckoned her to this sort of work in the first place. She saw it as a sign, a dazzling neon one directing her to do it. So with a smile and a handshake, she did.

These people she operated with were not the cartel, but that did not make them just as dangerous. They had their hands in every sort of money stream and political influence. They couldn’t go into this location she was to infiltrate guns blazing, they had to have more finesse and mystery. Which is why they hired out. No connections made for less chance of blowback and made it easier to deny the job was them. And by the time they had to worry about such things, she’d be long gone.

She was being personable, enjoying a cocktail by a sapphire-blue pool and eavesdropping on the conversations around her. While ignoring the guy trying to impress her that had perched next to her she was tuned in to the young man that had a two-way radio by the stone fence that enclosed the pool.

They spoke English from time to time which she found unusual. But if they were looking to not be understood it wasn’t the worst approach. The staff here wouldn’t be able to understand them. Most of the men presumably wouldn’t recognize it either. Esme however spoke fluent English. She was raised by a Mexican mother who pushed her to speak English to fit in in Texas. At home, she was one person, a fluent tongue, and outside she was the brown girl that was berated with “HABLA ENGLAISH?” By every white woman she ran into. It had saved her more than once; when she was younger and especially now.

“The pigs are out today.” A statement she knew wasn’t about the animal was caught.

“Pigs are out every day.”

“They think they’re up to something.”

Esme knew that the people that were being referred to were the drug runners. These mining types didn’t pay much mind to cops, they paid them off when they needed and they were mostly left alone. When you have the foresight to build a public image with legal means of income, it’s easier to hide the sketchy shit.

“The gringo is asking questions.”

One of the white boys must have been trying to gather intel in the force. It could be Javier's partner but she couldn’t know for sure.

“Boss? Do we need to let the boys in town know? Is there going to be anything we don’t want them getting mixed up in?”

He thinks for a moment, Esme seeing him out of the corner of her eye, a squint down the mountain and onto the sprawling city below. “Our boys are in the east today, yes?” a pause and a nod of acknowledgment. “Tell them to come home.”

With that order, her jaw tightens. Esme knew something was going to happen. These men might not be narco’s but they certainly knew them, and ordinarily, they would tip the other off to trouble. Business going as usual was best for all involved. Normally she’d head back to her hideaway, let it all play out. But she knew if there was some trap that Javi’s partner might be falling into, that meant trouble for Javi. She couldn’t stand by idly and wait with that knowledge.

She remained composed, finishing her drink before a schmoozy goodbye, a promise to catch up as soon as plans were made. She acted nonchalant until she was past all the checkpoints, she knew better than to act in any sort of rush. Her little cabana was tucked away out of sight from the road between the deeply nooked mountain homes of powerful men and the city. She tried calling into town, a risk she was willing to take while she scurried to change her clothes and add a gun to her ensemble. She asked for Pena first. When she was informed he was not there she asked for his partner, and the same answer found her. She hung up swiftly, heavily armed but light on information. She knew the east side of the city would be the smallest area she could narrow it down to. She hoped her mind didn’t fail her at calculating where to go.

On her motorbike she darted about the streets, eyes peeled, heading by Javi’s place and finding his car gone, and the oil spots now dry, in its wake. He hadn’t been home in a while. Was it the smartest idea to break into an officer’s apartment? No. But was she? Yes. Javi had always been a researcher, if they were going to be zeroing in on a place, he would’ve been to it already. He was an active learner, not passive. He’d never be satisfied with being told what to do, he had to get in and see, touch, taste, and smell for his own opinion to be formed. She took a quick loop around, finding nothing out of the ordinary and circling back to the front door. The place was nicer than she’d expected, it did smell like liquor and cigarettes but so did he off hours. A little mirror and a catch-all basket by the door on a small table was her target, and inside were matchbooks, places she’d watched him go before buried beneath but one she wasn’t as familiar with on top. A pool hall, which wasn’t Javier’s style, sat like a sore thumb. She took the hint, this must’ve been the place they were headed, or at least close to it. She pulled her hair back and looked at herself once in the mirror before a nod to reassure herself and once again she was back out among the busy streets.

She pulled up and parked by a small marketplace, a casual place to leave her bike while she set off on foot, eyes behind her glasses ready to pick up any little nuance. Sadly seeing a guy with an automatic rifle wasn’t automatically a tell for narco behavior, this part of town was rough, you had to defend yourself. The uptick in the number of guys sauntering in the streets with them did however raise a red flag. She took to the rooftops with light feet, sneaking about and hopping from ledge to tin roof, shimmying up pipes and broken walls to scan. Not many were out on their rooftops, making it easy for her to cover lots of space fast, but that was also a bad sign. Like before a natural disaster happens, the animals clear out. The sentiment was the same.

She found a nice place to camp out, shaded by the sun and out of sight of the street on a corner near the pool hall. She could hear the static of a two-way radio a few buildings over from time to time, each time it made her jolt and she was growing impatient. The only thing that kept her calm was that she hadn’t heard any gunshots, and even that was grasping at straws. She eyes a few streets down, higher-end vehicles in red and blue, one after another. This meant one of two things, narcos or cops. She leaves the safety of her cubbyhole and crawls about to find a way to move quickly. She wasn’t being the most stealthy, leaping from ledges, but she had to follow the cars. Her instincts had been right.

Men in and out of uniform pile out, talking quietly, moving swiftly. Now she had to worry about staying out of sight as she got closer. She saw men on the rooftops she hadn’t noticed before, with sights on their guns and she would bet itchy trigger fingers. The static of a distant radio blurts out, a hushed voice in Spanish says “They’re here. Moving into position.”

It was a trap. The situation made her stomach drop and her pulse quicken. She wanted to be close, to warn them… well, to warn Javi. She was about to insert herself into the narco’s game and that would put a huge target on her back. It would potentially ruin her chances of booking this career-ending job she’d landed. She pulls out her gun, switching the safety off, and lowering herself with burning thighs as she used all her slyness. She could get away with it if she was smart about it... and killed all the witnesses.

She knew between the choices of standing by and watching Javi die, or intervening and getting ousted, she could only live with herself in one of those situations. Better to go out fighting for someone she loved than to be a coward and die with regrets. She jumps ahead, closer to where they seemed to be funneling to, various bursts of static around her as she studies to keep a close eye on not coming across anyone lurking.

She sees that shiny, coiffed head of black hair she’d wanted to run her hands through just days before, the lean build and tight jeans wrapped up in a bulletproof vest. His head was on a swivel, she knew he could look after himself but wasn’t about to take chances. She finds a man on his stomach, gun through a small slot in the wall, and aimed in their direction. She takes her moment patiently, padding foot over foot closer and closer with her gun drawn and her knife at the ready in the other hand. He wore no identifying markings, he wasn’t one of them, he might’ve heard her if he was. He was too zeroed in, potentially coked up so she had to act discreetly. She paused until that coke nose of his itched, hand off the trigger for only a few seconds before she latched and covered his mouth, head back and stabbing in deep to keep him making any sounds. It’s not that she wanted to kill him, she just saw no other way for this interaction to go down.

From here she had a better vantage point and was trying hard to look away from Javi and keep her eyes on every alley and rooftop. She lines up her eye with the scope, seeing it was aimed right at the group, she notices a man across from her, just a slight bit of an angle, an accomplice she assumed. The group moved forward, inching closer to being in between the two guns' direct line of sight. There wasn’t even a need for the sights at this point, a spray could take most of them out in a few seconds. These were calculated kills.

“Dibs on the gringo.” a crackle over the radio in Spanish, then another, “Which? There’s so many.” a hiss of laughter and she hears it from the other side of a half wall. They must’ve had multiple men camped out, she knew they intended to kill as many as possible. She couldn’t scream out, she couldn’t shoot them, she had to find that millisecond between when they would shoot and let their position be known. “When they get to the cars. Wait. Then fire.”

“What if I don’t fuckin’ want to? I want to shoot this smug look off this mother fucker’s face.”

“We won’t get them all if you don’t wait.”

She had pieces of information and tried to see the whole picture. She believed in the car there was a remote bomb being held by one of these sicarios. It’d take a good piece of them out and render them blind. It was a plan that had worked many times, but this time she’d be happy to fuck up a well-laid plan.

“Get the white boy, he’s been snooping. I got the mustache. Asshole fucked my sister.” If this had been any other situation it would’ve made her laugh, or at least crack a smile. But now it gave her a target, a plan of action.

“Maybe if your sister wasn’t a whore.” one laughs then a hiss follows throughout the rooftops among the static.

“Fuck you, man. Shut up or I’ll make sure you get shot today too.”

She moved as quickly as she could, having to backtrack to not be seen and climb over the wall to sneak up on the boy who was claiming Javi as a prize. She hunched over him, taking a chance at being seen, but since she couldn’t make out the placements of any of the other voices, she took her chances. A tension-filled hush fell across the street, no one but the cops out now. She waited for the man to readjust his arm, a sure sign of pulling the trigger shortly. They were holding their breath for the bomb, and she was assuming it was the double-parked cars, waiting for the group to get between them and hit them from all angles.

He swallowed, then popped his neck, settling down, face away from the hole he aimed out of and she took only a second to make up her mind. She shot him in the head as he braced himself.

“TRAP!” she screamed with all the force she could manage, tasting blood as she hit the ground, the cops now on high alert to the rooftops, and the guns fired. She’d given them enough time to duck for cover, having to take out the gunfire from one side of the street herself. She heard the bullets whizzing by as she hunched and ran down to the street, an alleyway where Javi had huddled down a moment before she saw the men barrel down the stairs opposite them. They’d had the same idea. “JAVI!” she screams, gun out and trying to peak from behind a dumpster.

His eyes were wild for the second he met hers. Confusion is all that read on his face, unable to answer under the gunfire.

“FOLLOW ME!” she shouted, firing off rounds to cover him as she motioned him towards her.

“You wanna explain-?” He’s caught off by the bombs in the street going off, knocking him back.

“SHUT UP AND RUN!” she shouts, shoving him forward, “You’re surrounded. Head West!” it’s all they needed, him hitting the pavement as hard as he could and her grabbing him by the vest to jerk him the way she needed. She hoisted him up against walls, all while hearing the men shouting and the stray spray of bullets hitting the corners they’d just passed. She knew they weren’t concentrated west, the men would instinctively run east towards the station, towards the backup, but she knew better.

She raced ahead, a small blocked-off space high up is what she yanks him down into. They don’t speak for a moment, catching their breath and her pushing him down to look out to see if anyone had been able to keep up with them.

“Now can I ask a fucking question?!” he rasps out.

“I got wind of something going down in the east today. So I came. And you should be kissing my ass for saving yours!”

“We were about to-”

“About to get blown the fuck up. Whatever you thought that was, it was a trap.”

“How did you know?” his eyes narrowed at her accusingly.

“I know that look and no, I’m not working with the narcos. I overheard some cronies at my meeting this morning. I narrowed down the options, ran across town and scoped it out, took out two guys, and then...lit the keg and ran.”

He blinks rapidly in response, processing the information.

“Yeah, you’re welcome. They wanted to kill you and your partner pretty bad.”

“Doesn’t surprise me.”

“Apparently you fucked one of their sisters?”

"I stand by my response.”

She smiles at him, something he doesn’t expect. He doesn’t have time to react until a few stray bullets hit something near them causing them to hunker down again.

“You could’ve gotten killed you know.”

“I’ve done it before.”

“Not funny.”

“It’s a little funny.” she rolls her eyes.

“I’m serious.” he grabs her wrist. “I have to deal with you being with these other... assholes and not the ones I deal with. Don’t make me worry twice about you.”

“I’m a big girl. I can handle it. I promise. I wasn’t about to let you walk into an ambush.” she states defensively.

“I’ve made it out before.” he huffs defensively.

“You will until one day you won’t.” when she meets his eyes again, after seeing his soot-covered knuckles wrapped around her wrist, she adds “If I can keep your ungrateful ass around long enough to make up for all the shit I put you through I’m gonna do it.”

He looks her up and down, but not how he had countless times with women, but biding his time to figure out what about that statement he wanted to ask her first. “What do you want me around for if you’re not gonna be there?” It was direct and hurtful, but also a fair point.

She stops looking out and meets his dark eyes to hers, she looked almost offended. “I want to be around,” she says softly. “I just wasn’t sure how.”

“Stay with me. Stop running. I’ll keep you safe.” he moves his hand from her wrist to interlock his fingers into hers.

“Over 20 years and you still haven’t come up with anything else?” she jokes and squeezes his hand. “I did want to talk to you about it. About… us...” she spoke softly and paused, ears perked up to the movement outside.

“What do y-”

“Shh.” a quick and low serious squeeze of his hand. “Someone’s close.”

“Where the fuck are you Javi?” blares out over his radio on his chest. Not a second later, bullets are coming through the back of their hiding spot, scrambling to get out, despite her fighting him, he covers her.

“Rooftop. West.” is grunted out as he and Esme wrestle to be the one to shoot the perpetrator.

She hits his chest and then right in the head, falling in a slump before she notices Javi is no longer hovering and trying to keep her down. A quick turn, intaking the rest of the space, knowing more would be on their way soon, and whether they were cops or sicarios she couldn’t let them find her. In her rush she hasn’t noticed Javi on the ground, she sees his face for only a second, slightly confused before looking at up her the moment she sees his side and hands covered in blood.

“Oh fuck, Javi... no.” She spits out and immediately ducks over him

“S’not... good news sweetheart.” He gives her a smirk, one she’d seen a thousand times on a younger version of his face. She knew with that expression alone it was indeed not good.

She doesn’t get time to react, to even breathe before more shots make her go into survival mode. She covers him, dragging him to a nearby brick wall to at least be safe from one side while she covered the others.

“Can you watch behind me while I look at this?”

“Yeah.” A pause while he holds his gun out. “I can try.”

“Was that your partner on the radio?”

“Yeah should be here soon.”

“Let’s hope so.” She grits her teeth and can’t tell if the shot went straight through, which meant he would probably be okay if it hit in and was now embedded in his stomach. Either way, this wasn’t ideal, to say the least.

“There’s-“

Before he gets it out she’s turned and shooting more men trying to get on the roof, none having the foreign blonde hair and pale skin of his partner.

“You should get out of here... y’know. They’ll ask questions.”

“I’m not leaving you.” She applies pressure to his side and he lets his head fall back to the wall with a heavy breath.

“Now is a hell of a time to start.”

She gives him a hard brow but would normally laugh because he had a point. “I never... ugh.” She grunts in frustration, shooting another man a few rooftops over. “I never wanted to leave you.” She continues trying to figure out the best way to slow the bleeding down. “It's the last thing I wanted to do. You know that right?” She asks to receive no response.

She sees he’s lost consciousness. Now it was proving to be worse than she had hoped. Cursing under her breathe, fighting back tears, the burning making a splitting headache form in her forehead, she uses the only thing in sight she can, taking her shirt off and ripping it tie a makeshift tourniquet around him.

She hears a bark from a man that sounds almost familiar and a dead giveaway as a cop. His partner was almost there. “You’ll be fine Javi.” She whispers, not knowing if she believed it or if he could even hear her. She kisses his cheek and holds his head close for a moment. A few seconds of kissing his hair, trying to forge a deep memory from a rushed moment. Just in case.

“JAVI?!” She hears shouted.

“UP HERE!” she shouts, knowing she had to get away but wasn’t going to leave him until she had to. She was soon not given a choice when orders were barked at her on sight.

She used her savvy, knowing how to get away, even if it was a stretch. “He’s shot.” She says backing away with her hands up to the edge of the roof. “Murphy, please don’t let him die.” She begs as the man’s face softens for a moment, she recognized he must have understood who she was.

The man coming up behind him however didn’t. He fires off a shot, hitting her and forcing her to make an abrupt jump from the rooftop.

“SHIT!” Murphy barks again and shoves the other man’s gun to aim down at the ground. “Don’t shoot HER!” He shouts in the man’s face. “She was helping him! Can’t you see that?!” He runs to the edge, looking down and seeing nothing but a dumpster and a few drops of blood on the pavement. Javi had been right. She was good.

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